#also there were other people that randomly came up to the area we were at and overheard us

[kingofmyborrowedheart]

There is no in between with the conversations in my friend group; they’re either about really serious topics or the most batshit thing possible.

#payton goes to: college #we went from my alignment spectrum of Pedro Pascal’s characters to discussing the death penalty #the campo officer that is just very sweet heard me loudly say ‘he’s a SLUT!’ and I got chastised by my friends #also there were other people that randomly came up to the area we were at and overheard us

[jvnluvr]

jealousy, jealousy ; blue lock boys ♡

ft. sae, kaiser and isagi x f!reader

author's note: if only these scenarios i write would actually happen to me.. :( it's okay, maybe it'll happen one day. an idea i randomly came up with, kinda rushed but still put a decent amount of thought into it. i think i only can genuinely write good when i'm mad skdksj. anyways, enjoyy!! ♡

itoshi sae:

"she's actually, pretty cute..." sae could hear rin mumble next to him, noticing that he was clearly in some sort of daze.

he knew rin was just doing it to piss him off, and he hated to say it was working. everyone knew it, you and sae both liked each other. it's just the both of you were too shy too actually ask the other to be in an official relationship. still, he made it evident to let other people know not to flirt with you, cause worst will come to the worst.

"her outfit is also pretty nice, right?" rin mentioned yet another compliment about you. this time though, he was snapped out of his trance and he was talking to isagi, which the boy agreed with the statement.

it's like a fire erupted inside of sae. it didn't even matter at that point if people were able to see the fury on his face as he walked towards you. you were just minding your own business after all, giggling, chatting and catching up with your friends. well, that was until you were harshly pressed against a wall, the air almost being knocked out of you as your field of view drastically increased.

by just his cologne, you almost immediately know it's sae. but you still nervously look up as he's looking down at you with his usual bored eyes. however, the moment your gazes lock onto to each other, he's giving you that soft smile he only dares to show when you're around. it makes your heart flutter, cause why was he always hiding it if it was such a pretty look on him?

"um, is there a reason why you decided to pull such a bold move in front of everyone tonight-? huh-?" it was just a little sound you could make as he moved your chin up towards him to pull you for a kiss. it wasn't a short one either. he made sure to take his time devouring and remembering the way your lips tasted. at first, you had no idea to react, but eventually you were able to ease into the kiss.

it takes a while until sae is finally satisfied and able to let go of you. only then do you both realize how quiet the place has gotten, and that's when it hits that everyone is paying attention to the both of you. upon your realization, you put your head down in embarrassment, but it's not like anyone could see you really. sae's back was covering you.

he could hear the gasps and shocked noises from rin and isagi, but that's what makes his let out that deep chuckle. he kisses your forehead, whispering 'mine' across the skin as he grabs your hand. "where are we going-?" yet again you are merely cut off as sae drags you out of the area, with vivid plans to take you to his house, to make things official once and for all.

michael kaiser:

kaiser was definitely one to get jealous much easier. i mean, who can blame him? he takes great pride in his relationship, and you mean the absolute world to him ! it's only natural for him to get possessive over the one he loves. so when he sees some random guy leaning into you, he's outraged to say the least. but he's still in the middle of practice. noa would come for him if he left at any regard.

so when he goes on his little break, he tries to listen in a bit first. kaiser doesn't want you to think you're not capable of saying no yourself, but he's still there to rush in and protect you for whenever the time calls for it. "what's a pretty girl like you doing in a stadium like this?" this guy's tone almost makes him vomit right then and there.

"uhm, waiting for my boyfriend. can you please move? you're making me really uncomfortable." you say nicely, yet with a stern voice. kaiser's always liked that about you. your ability to still stay so calm in dire situations like these. you keep him balanced, and he loves you so much than words can express for that.

"c'mon, your little boyfie' doesn't hafta' know. just come with me for today." he really hates how insistent this man is. kaiser might be a bit of a jerk at times too, but he doesn't stoop down to this horrible of a level. he's really tempted to run in there, but again, he waits a little while longer.

"no thanks." it's simple, and you try to walk off, you really do. but the man grabs onto your arm roughly, which makes you yelp out in pain. he's almost trying to drag you away, to which you aren't able to retaliate as much as you has hoped to do. kaiser sees you, he does. so the instinct alarms loud in him, and he's picking up his pace to run over to you, quickly knocking the man out of his senses (literally) before turning around to you.

"sorry i didn't come sooner, baby. did he hurt you? i'm sorry-" you stop his chant of apologies by giving him a quick kiss and then wrapping your arms around him. even if he's sweaty, kaiser didn't want any more than to keep you in his arms forever. "it's okay mikka, he didn't pull too hard. thank you for coming." you kiss him on the cheek again as he does the same back to you.

"well first of all, he was ugly anyway. i knew you wouldn't go for him. second of all, i wish i had come sooner, really. i didn't want you to think that i thought you were incapable or whatever." you smile at him unconsciously as he talks. jealous michael was not only really useful, but he was also really cute.

isagi yoichi:

isagi is more of the "doesn't really notice but when he does he becomes 10000000x more clinger." (yes i just gave it a title shut up.) so when he invites you to his gathering with the blue lock boys, he wants you to enjoy yourself! he's off chatting with bachira and chigiri, but everyone once in a while he'll look at you to make sure you still have that gorgeous smile on your face!!

so when he looks back at you once again, he's a bit confused. you look great, of course! but it kind of seems like, you're having too much fun..? without him? his heart stings a little. isagi loves seeing you happy, but when it's with another guy? nagi at that? no, he's not happy at all now. he's the one who should be making you laugh like that, not him.

he quickly excuses himself from the conversation at hand and starts to walk over to you. you're sitting on a chair, back facing towards him. so to surprise you, he wraps his arms around you, gently putting his chin on top of your head. he makes direct eye contact with nagi, which almost looks like a death glare. "hey princess, what are you up to?" he coos at you, and since you can't see his face, you assume he's in a good mood.

"nothing much, yoichi! nagi was telling me about blue lock! how was the catching up going?" you say, smiling at nagi. but he gives you a barely visible one back as you suddenly feel your chair being turned around. you see your boyfriend's face, softly smiling at you. you couldn't help but think how adorable he was.

"i could tell you about blue lock too, y'know? come with me, cutie." he lifts you up from your chair, and you let out a small laugh. but then you remember about nagi. was he just staring at you both this whole time-? the thought of it flushes your cheeks, but when you turn around, the chair is empty.

"hey yoichi, what happened to nagi..?" he turns you back around, planting on kiss on your forehead and then one on your lips. "don't worry about it, baby! i'm sure he just saw reo and then walked off! come on, let's go!" he grabs your hand, lacing your fingers together as he drags you off. but when you hear your phone buzz, you see a new notification, a message from nagi.

IMESSAGE:

nagi: your boyfriend is scary, tame him.

you couldn't help but let out a small chuckle once you realized what had happened.

#blue lock #blue lock imagines #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #blue lock itoshi sae #itoshi sae #itoshi sae x reader #michael kaiser x reader #isagi yoichi #blue lock isagi #bllk fluff #bllk kaiser #bllk isagi #bllk x reader #bllk michael kaiser #bllk itoshi sae #isagi x reader

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

🌮 < emoji for easy recognition

AITA for "bullying" someone out of a group chat for putting public health at risk?

This happened a while ago but I randomly remembered it happened and I'm super curious (and also still feel bad about it despite the incident happening probably around a year ago, but I also feel entirely justified). Additionally, I put "bullying" in quotes for a reason that will become clear later.

Some background: this group chat is a local/state Telegram group chat where everyone knows the approximate location of everyone; specifically, everyone knows either what region everyone else lives in or what town/city. One of the members of the chat (who was 19 at the time) worked at a fast food restaurant local to his area and is the "someone" this is ask is referring to. It's worth noting that a not insignificant chunk of the people in this group chat (which had around 150-175 people in it at the time of this happening iirc, most of the ones involved in this situation being older than him) found this guy annoying. I did too, but I was willing to talk to him because I don't think someone being annoying is a reason to be a dick to them (and I hold this stance with most people until they cross the boundary from annoying to toxic). Eventually I did block this guy because he was kinda a dick, but this isn't too relevant. What is relevant though is blocking someone on Telegram only blocks them from directly contacting you over direct messages; it doesn't block someone from replying to you in group chats or overall interacting normally in a group chat. Anyway, I had blocked this guy as of the events I'm going to get into and because of how Telegram works, we could still communicate in the group chat.

Now onto the actual event. Keep in mind that this guy works at a restaurant.

He came into the chat one morning mentioning that he was sick, like throwing up sort of sick, and said he was going to work anyway because his workplace was short on staff. Everyone active at the moment tried to talk him out of it -- he worked at a restaurant, and he was throwing up -- but we had no success in talking him out of going to work. All of us started trying to figure out what to do because this guy was risking the safety of literally everyone there. We even brought up the fact that if he went to work and got his coworkers sick, they'd be even shorter on staff, thus completely negating his point in going to work despite being sick.

One of the other members of the chat suggested we call his workplace and let them know he told us he was throwing up because it was a safety issue. I don't remember if anyone actually called his workplace, but it was something that was discussed.

Eventually (I don't remember if it was before or after he got off work) we started telling him our concerns and admittedly it did get heated, because this guy risked public safety (and his coworkers' health) and potentially his job and the restaurant by going to work after throwing up. NONE of us were happy about it. We were all varying levels of pissed, annoyed, irritated, anxious, etc.

Eventually he left the chat and he hasn't returned since then.

Why I think I might be TA:

I contributed to the discussion of "this guy is risking public safety and he really shouldn't be going to work if he's throwing up" which is the reason he left the chat.

I told my brother (who also worked in fast food at the time) and my aunt about it and they basically told me it was a dick move.

Why I think I might not be TA, or at the very least justified:

This guy was risking public safety

I didn't actively get heated until it was clear he wasn't taking what we were saying into consideration, at which point it felt like I needed to get more intense about it because he wasn't fucking listening

Additional bits of info:

To reiterate, Telegram doesn't block people from interacting with you or vice versa in group chats specifically if you've blocked them. It just means you can't communicate over direct messages. This is why I could still talk to this guy in the group chat despite blocking him.

I'm not entirely sure how relevant it is, but in case it's more relevant than if he worked at a McDonalds or Wendy's, this guy worked at a Mexican restaurant chain. I won't say specifically which one to respect privacy, but he worked at a Mexican fast food chain.

The reason I blocked him is completely irrelevant to this, and I don't feel like sharing why I blocked him anyway.

I don't remember what my thought on "call his manager" was, please don't ask about it.

He'd already been banned from or left the chat before (I don't remember which; if it was the latter I'm pretty sure it was because he knew people found him annoying but I don't remember any bannable offenses from him), then let in again by the chat's owner. He was actually let in again I think a day or two before all this went down. Because of him having just been let into the chat again less than 5 days before all this, the chat owner was trying to get us to calm down, which we obviously weren't doing since this guy had told us he was throwing up and still went to work his fast food job.

TL;DR: AITA for participating in making a guy feel so bad about going to work after telling us he threw up and therefore risking public safety and the health of his coworkers that he left the group chat?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole #emetophobia cw

[snxffer-tv]

Could I request Kiji (nanbaka) x male guard reader that always wears a clown mask (like the image without the red nose, instead it's just a normal nose) like no one's seen him without it.

https://pin.it/6LTfYpj (the clown mask, but without the red nose)

But without it on he's gorgeous?

For his personality I'm thinking he barely speaks but when he does he speaks in riddle's, oh and he laughs and giggles at lot, he sometimes just starts randomly laughing or giggling, btw he can be mean (he's barely ever actually nice, and he's not shy btw

Oh you can do this as a face reveal almost? (It wasn't him who chose to do it, it was an accident)

Handsome Clown

Kiji x m!reader

Characters: Kiji, Y/N, Ahato, Trois, Aki, Nico, Uno, Hajime and Jyugo

Genre: Fluff

A/N: Sorry I didn‘t do the riddle speaking since I have no idea on how to implant it, at the end Y/N is out of character, again I am sorry. Hopefully you like it. I had my fun in writing it. Also didn‘t do any beta reading

ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE. MISTAKES MAY BE THERE

‘‘If someone would to describe Building 3, they would say it‘s interesting. I mean there is one Guard who is everyones stylist in building 3, some dude who has an interesting way to dress up and than there is the most mysterious one of all these… A guy who wears a clown mask all the time, who almost never speaks and if he speaks,he speaks in riddles and everyone is left confused. He also randomly starts giggling or laughing.

No one really knows what his face looks like. Uno actually once tried to pry the mask off his face but it was like glued into his face. Many started rumoring that the reason he is wearing that mask, is because he is ugly under that mask. Y/N, the guard we are talking about, never denied nor confirmed these rumors and he never plans to until…

It was a nice morning for once in the Nanba Prison. ‘‘ So Y/N, it is very hot outside and you wear that mask… Isn‘t it hot under it?‘‘ asked one of the prisoners of Building 3, to be exact Trois. In the past he made clear that he had quite the interest in Y/N. Like expected there came no answer from Y/N. Why should he answer? It is none of Trois‘s Buisness. It was quite for while until Y/N started giggling. Like always it is random when he does. Ahato came into the picture : ‘‘ What‘s got you all so giggling?‘‘ Ahato asked and looked at Trois. He just shrugged. ‘‘Okaaayyy, anyways Y/N, Kiji wants to see you in his office‘‘ Y/N stopped giggling and just walked away without sparing a glance at the people who talked to him

‘‘So, why don‘t you take your mask of? I mean it is highly unprofessional for a Guard to wear a mask.‘‘ That was Kiji‘s first sentance as soon as Y/N closed the office doors. Kiji was joking. He just wants to see the face of the person who is infront of him. ‘‘Where is it you buisness on what I wear? Just look at yourself‘‘ Y/N said. Kiji should be offened at what he said but his voice was just so attractive. After just standing there Y/N just decided to leave. Little did he know that was going to be one of his biggest mistake.

Sometimes time is going at speed. Some days where time is going so slow that one hour feels like five hours and on other days times goes so fast that one hour was actually five hours. Today was one of the days where time is going fast. In just a blink it went from 8am to 12pm and with that also lunch time has started. So normally Y/N would go to the cafeteria, get his desired a food and leave to go to a private area to eat it food in peace. After he would be done Honey, Haru, Aki and Trois would sit at the table and would eat their food. Maybe if they are lucky Kiji and Ahato would also come.

Now before we start with the accident, I lied. One person has almost seen the face of the Handsome Clown (Y/N). It was none other than Kiji himself. As a human need, you need to shower. Usually Y/N Showers always alone, he waits until Ahato and Kiji are done so he can go. Well there was this one time were he was showering and Kiji just walked in and took the stall next to Y/N. Let me tell you, Y/N made it clear at the beginning the when he showers that he wants to be alone. Well Kiji forgot it apparently and just took the stall next to Y/N. ‘‘Kiji… what did I tell you guys at the beginning‘‘ Y/N said in a calm and scary voice. Kiji looked to the side and just the outline of Y/N face. He didn‘t saw the face of Y/N really.

(something similar like this, just behind a shower curtain and you behind it)

Anyways after that you can say Kiji was lovestruck. He fell inlove with Y/N. You would think due Y/N Character that he would reject Kiji but no… Let‘s just say Y/N had always that deep down desire for Kiji. Y/N wants to keep up his facade that he built, he didn‘t want to end up like some other guards. He lived his whole life like that. Mean Face Guy. Kiji just somehow broke it. Don‘t worry he keeps up the facade during work but behind the private walls he let‘s the wall down, ONLY for Kiji Eyes. I mean of course only his voice tone. Kiji hasen‘t seen Y/N Face yet, simply because Y/N doesn‘t want to. You would think because of insecurity but nahh, he just too lazy to take off the mask, he only takes off the mask when he showers. He even sleeps with the mask on his face. Kiji thinks it‘s weird. The thing is, Kiji tried to take off the mask from Y/N‘s face when he was sleeping. Turns out Y/N has an inner sensor when someone‘s hand is near his face. He just grabbed Kiji‘s hand, before it touches his mask and just plain up coldy said ‘No.‘ After that Kiji never tried again.

Let‘s go to the said accident. Y/N grabbed his plate of food from the counter and walked to ‘his‘ section. He didn‘t get far. Uno from building 13 ran straight into Y/N and knocked both of them down. Somehow during this the mask slipped from Y/N face and EVERYONE saw his face. Some had fangirling moment, some passed out and some of them looked scared. Y/N didn‘t look pleased. Uno laid still on the ground meanwhile Y/N slowly stood up. He just looked at Uno, with an blank face. Yes it was a very classy way that his face was revealed. Y/N thought that someone steals his mask while he was showering and because of that he was forced to walk around without his mask to search for the thief. He thought that‘s how his face was being shown to everyone. He didn‘t expect it to be in a classy way. ‘‘Now, what were you thinking number 11?‘‘ Y/N asked. Uno was shocked and didn‘t bring out a peep. He just stared silently at Y/N with pure shock. Y/N took Uno by his collar and brought him really close to his face. ‘‘I asked you a question‘‘ Y/N said slow. His question was answered pretty fast? Why because an angry looking Hajime Sugoroku stromed into the cafeteria. Hajime‘s anger got even worse when he saw the scene infront him. ‘‘UNO WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!‘‘ Hajime asked, he wasn‘t very pleased. Uno started to stutter but no real answer came out. Y/N let go of Uno and he fell down with a very loud thud. Y/N just grabbed his mask, put it on his face and just walked away.

He left everyone by surprise. No one dared to say anything.

AND that is how everyone got to see Y/N face‘‘ Nico explained to Jyugo. ‘‘I AM ONE DAY SICK AND I MISS EVERYTHING SPECIAL. WHY? Also Guard Kiji and Y/N are dating?‘‘ Nico just nodded

Somewhere in Nanba Prison:

‘‘My handsome clown, I love you sooo much‘‘ Kiji said with a lovestruck face. Y/N was just laying on his chest and smiled to himself and just cuddled himself as close as possible to Kiji, he said, more like mumbled an ‘I love you too‘.

#nanbaka #nanbaka x male reader #kiji x male reader #gay #x male reader #xmalereader #kiji mitsuba #sorry for the long wait #anon request

[crabonfire]

heya! could u do scout (or all the mercs if you can) x gyaru!reader hcs :o? like everyone suspects [merc] to have a badass s/o cuz their also so badass but in reality their all glammed up and lookin like their goin to a beach party 😭 thanks! and if you don’t want to do the req/can’t do it no problem! ^_^

Scout's Gyaru! Partner!!

character: scout (mercs are barely involved)

note: this cute asf I had to do it lol 😭

The other mercs are involved a bit

I made the S/O super cheery and a little aggresive but that's just cause idk I think its funny LOL

Gender ain't specified but they act more femininely!! love me feminine ppl 😚

warnings: none

♡Scout♡

• Ever since Scout started to date you, from the way he described you as "Cool, confident and badass" they expected somebody who actually fit the description.

• The men didn't care about it at first. He'd babble on about you randomly in conversation, and automatically, they'd groan and try to change the topic.

• And from the way he'd always do what you told him when you two called over the phone, they assumed you were somebody stricter than he was.

• So they were a little shocked to find somebody with dashing makeup, long painted acrylics with the most glamorous, pastel colored outfit they've ever seen. Your hair was dyed brightly in certain areas, you carried a purse embedded with pearls and cute pins...you were the OPPOSITE of what they were thinking of.

"Oh! Are you Engineer? Jeremy's told me all about you!"

"...Yes-"

"About Jeremy, have you seen him? He was supposed to come with me to a party but he totally ditched on me and he won't answer my calls. The asshole he is."

"Well-"

"OH! I haven't introduced myself, I'm [S/O]! Sorry, that was really rude of me."

He paused, cracking up an awkward smile.

"I could tell."

"Haha, yeah, anyway, have you seen him? He's such a dick for leaving me like that."

"He's in the training grounds with the others, I'll take you there, sweetheart."

"Aw, you're so nice. Thanks!"

He smirked, walking you over the base. How did you find the base? He doesn't know. Does he want to see Scout get yelled at? Yea.

♡♡♡

• "Jeremy what the hell?! You left me out there alone you dick. So fuckin' rude, and you didn't answer my calls..."

"OW- I TOLD YOU IM SORRY-" He winces, rubbing over the area you hit his head at. "I was busy..."

"Busy with what? Being a little bitch?"

• The mercs who watched from afar snickered, he gave you a frown and you retorted your insult.

"I'm sorry, you know I don't mean it babe."

"Yeah yeah, and I'm sorry for not telling you anything. I was busy, and I left my phone in my room."

"Okayyyy, I won't yell at you anymore. I came to ask if you wanted to go to the beach this week? I got this super cute beach set and like, we could take cute pics together. It'd be sooo fun!"

"Hell yeah, people will see my muscles and stuff."

• You chuckled, "Yeah! Your strong muscles, and we'll both look so cute together."

He smiled at that, then he looked you up and down.

"I never got a good look of you, but damn...you look real cute today." He muttered, "Are these new?" He said as took your hand in his, admiring the colored nails with their cute accessories.

You grinned brightly, "Yeah! I'm so glad you noticed." He felt himself melt, "They're nice. I like the colors."

• He was always so enamored by you. You were so energetic, so confident...you always wore whatever you wanted and did whatever you wanted because you never cared, and best of all you had the cutest fashion sense.

"I like how you did your make up today."

"Your hairs nice. It must've taken a while, yea?"

He started to comment on your outfit, telling you how cute you looked, making you chuckle and blush at his corny remarks. You two went quiet, and honestly, it was a new sight for these mercenaries.

• They'd never seen him so quiet, so enchanted by somebody before. Where he actually stops talking for once, and just looks at you with such love.

They almost don't believe it, Scout...BEING ROMANTIC? ain't no way.

"Wow, He's actually shutting up?" Medic says, "Pinch me, I'm dreaming." Sniper replied, making everybody crack a smile. They kept watching as you leaned down to give him a kiss, pulling back with the softest gaze they've ever seen on anybody.

"HEY! NO ROMANCE ON THE BATTLEFIELD!" Soldier screamed, making them both flinch and turn to their direction. "HEY HEY, WHERES THE PRIVACY AT? Fuckin perverts." He stands up from his bench, walking over with you outside as you chuckle in reply. He sticks his tounge out at them mockingly, as if saying "Your just jealous" before he does.

• Spy rolls his eyes, but there's a slight smile on his face. His son has found somebody good, somebody he can be happy with, even though they weren't somebody he expected. He's happy for him.

♡♡♡

I would've added more merc content for this but I liked how I wrote scout,, he loves ur fashion sense babe omggg

Honestly i miss writing scout, he's a big reason I'm really into tf2 in general haha.

#tf2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 headcanons #tf2 scout #tf2 scout x reader #scout tf2 x reader #scout tf2 #tf2 pyro #tf2 soldier #tf2 demoman #tf2 demo #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 engie #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy

[princekoo]

Pairing: Jeon Jeongguk x reader

Genre: smut

Trope: city girl x farm boy

Warnings: bondage, name calling, bad writing

Word count: ~4.4k

A/N: yeah I have no words this came to me randomly while I was listening to country (something I never do) so here’s my first smut piece lol I haven’t written anything in MONTHS, so here is my baby I wrote in like 2 hours (also something I’ve never done before)💀 this is badly written bc it’s 2:30am and I cannot be bothered to proofread sorry

What does a woman running late for her job with less than a quarter gallon of gas and a horse have in common? Well, eventually they both run out of gas. Or was that just you? Probably. Here you were on the side of the road in the middle of nowhere trying to contact your job, your friends, anyone really. So much for a support system since your cries for help went unanswered before you completely lost battery. Yeah, you forgot to charge your phone after a night out with your friends, go figure.

You let out a resigned sigh as you sit in your car with the door open as the beautifully unpleasant waft of cow dung and freshly cut grass assaulted your senses. Fully giving up, you reach for the coffee you made 2 hours ago, grimacing at the relevation that it was now more like a nice cold coffee. Looking at the scenery, you tried to make yourself feel better. Hey, at least the cows are cute right? They’re staring at you with their beady little eyes, nothing behind them as they chewed away at some of the grass you strongly smelled. Just then, a cow came up close and you almost considered touching it like you would your cat Oreo, the sweet little thing. You refrained, of course, as you hadn’t hit a complete mental rock bottom at that point yet.

Just then, the cow took a huge dump right then to you, the smell from before intensifying due to obvious reasons.

You cursed the damned cow and fled the scene locking your car. That was definitely the motivation you needed to look for help nearby. Cows meant farms, right? And farms meant people. People that could help you get home. To Oreo. Or your dead end job. As you walked along the worn down fence separating you from the not-so-cute cows, you really took in your scenery. This was always a busy road as cars would often zoom by due to the scarcity of police officers in such a rural area as well as the naturally high speed limit of 60.

Nobody wants to get stuck here.

Literally no one.

It may be in the middle of nowhere, but it was quite nice. There was this thing called nature all around you if you ignored the 6 lanes that were present to your left, the 6 lanes you were speeding through only minutes before. The most of nature you usually get is the trees planted between pavement in front of your apartment building and your little cacti named Kiwi. This was kind of a nice change of pace, even if you hated to admit it.

Walking through dirt in heels is not ideal, but it had to do as you couldn’t stand the thought of dirt clinging to your feet, unknowing when you’d next take a shower. Even though you walked for an eternity, you could see no sign of life other than the few animals scattered throughout, which definitely didn’t calm your nerves.

You stopped for a second and leaned against the fence post, ignoring the possible germs it could bring with it, and blew raspberries as entertainment. You were really teaching your whits end. You may ask yourself, why don’t you flag down a car? Well, no. That’s why. We don’t do that around here.

Moving on, you continued your trek and went on for a bit more, thanking your decision to get comfortable heels. In the faint distance, you could see some sort of house structure. You squinted to better make it out and you realized it was a farm! It was quite a stellar incentive to increase the pace of your steps and you got to the entrance in only a few minutes.

You groaned in discomfort at the unusual amount of physical exercise you had to do this early in the morning and fixed up your appearance. Bun, redone. Skirt, straightened out. Shirt, saved from wrinkling. Sweat, gone. You marched up to the front door and knocked on the door only to be met with silence. You waited a few minutes until you knocked again. Met with the same reaction, you walked away and noticed an open gate. You walked towards it and sank into mud. Internally crying you marched on and looked out to see different farm animals. Horses, cows, sheep, pigs, anything you can think of was there. Whoever was running this shit meant business, you thought.

You struggled through the viscous mud and rounded a corner only to your greatest joy to find a person! Finally! With renewed vigor, you splashed until you could get in earshot of him.

“Hey! Hi! Uhm I broke down down the road and I was…” you trailed off as he turned around and you caught a glimpse of your possible savior. You were so consumed in your will to go home you never even surveyed who you were approaching. He had long, fluffy black hair that spilled over his forehead in curtain bangs and gorgeous silver dangling from his ears, nose, mouth, and eyebrow. A beautifully strong neck with a gorgeously buff body peeking out from the loosely hanging overalls he had on. His Timberlands were covered in mud and possibly fences but that didn’t deter you from appreciating the beauty of this specimen you found while you should’ve been at work. You almost were glad you broke down, if the consequences weren’t as bad as they are with your job. Almost. A goth cowboy farmer boy? You were signed up since the moment he turned around. His beautiful doe almond eyes shone as they looked at you in seemingly both surprise and concern.

“…iss? Miss? Are you okay?” You blinked a few times and willed yourself to snap out of it. You weren’t a teenager for goodness’ sake! You smiled bashfully and apologized, then explained your situation to the best of your ability. He nodded along and gasped at the right parts and you didn’t forget to include how your coffee had gone cold untouched. Offering his deepest condolences, he offered to make you coffee while you were tracking a bead of sweat running down his hairline onto his chest bones.

“Miss? Is everything alright? I think you’d better come inside, the heat could be getting to you.” You considered declining for a good few seconds before deciding, fuck it. You might as well. You took him up on his offer and he took you into his home. It was nicely decorated in almost a modern barn house way, but instead of white, the most common color was black. From the front door a loveseat was poised in front of a old-looking TV with an equally antique radio which emitted something you remembered from your ballet dance recitals you used to do. You nearly cringed, but kept scanning your eyes around. Next to you, on the opposite side of the living room area, was the dining room. Dark oak wooden chairs paired with a beautifully crafted table. What caught your attention was the fact that each table leg and every chair had intricately carved details, stories you remember you’d read as a child. You lightly grazed the nearest chair, admiring the craftsmanship before the man turned around after taking off his shoes and saw you halfway through his home.

“You like ‘em, miss?” You turned around a blushes slightly, caught in your act. You nodded, “yes, it’s gorgeous. Ive never seen something like this. Who made it?” You looked at him expecting a designer’s name or something like a neighbor gifted it to him but instead was met with, “oh I did, miss. My pride and joy. Spent a few months and then some on each piece.” Your eyes grew in size as your shock increased. You weren’t expecting it, but it also wasn’t too surprising. There’s not a single soul for miles around, after all. He chucked at your reaction.

“These are absolutely beautiful, uhm…” you looked at him in question. He lit up remembering he never told you his name, a shining smile crossing his face.

“Ah, name’s Jungkook, miss! Jeon Jeongguk. Sorry for not introducing myself sooner. And you are…?” You told him your name and smiled back, albeit a little more reserved than he was. He offered to make you some food and some coffee to replace the one you couldn’t drink, something which you pretended to ponder accepting before you gave him a resound yes. You’d take anything he gave you. Poison, food, a place to stay, his bed, his cock. Woah. Okay. Take a step back partner. You rounded the wall which separated the living room from the kitchen and surveyed the area once more. To your left there was a fairly new-looking kitchen with a table and two chairs. It definitely seemed like it had more worn and tear compared to the beautiful craftsmanship you’d had the opportunity to touch. The dark theme continued even with the fridge being a darker steel, the other appliances following. It all seemed pretty high tech, so it got you curious.

“Hey, do you have good electricity here?” He looked over at you from where he was whisking up something for you to eat and smiled, looking back down.

“Well, kinda…? Nothin’ like what ya get at the city I’ll tell you that, missy. Still works well enough, anyway.” You wondered how he got so much metal on him if he seems to speak like he’s never gone to the city, so it prompts you to ask, “how’d you get so many piercings this far out? If you don’t mind me asking of course.” He lets out a chuckle and turns his attention fully to you.

“Well, I have city friends. They come every once in a while. I been a country boy since I was kickin’, if ya wanted to know.” He humorously smiled and went back to his task. You sat down at the table, feeling everything shift slightly under your weight. You took out your phone and tried to see if by some miracle it started working, but to no avail. Looking up and seeing you, he remembered something he was going to tell you, eyebrows rising.

“Ah, missy! I forgot to tell ya! I got a land phone with connection you can use! It slipped my mind. And yeah, no, I don’t got any chargers. Sorry.” He answered quickly before you could even think to ask, but you were grateful for at least having a method of communication. You took him up on his offer and searched your brain for a possible phone number you could call. He took you to the antique method of communication and you dislodged it from its rightful place. The phone beeped as you punched in the numbers into the number pad. At least it isn’t a rotary phone. It rang for a few seconds before the other person picked up.

“Hello? Who’s this?”

“Hey mom, it’s me,” you informed.

“Oh my goodness, my darling! Ive been trying to reach you!”she exclaimed, worry evident in her voice.

“I know, I ran out of battery. A nice guy lent me his phone and I was able to call.”

“A nice guy, you say?” Her voice took a suggestive turn, a stark contrast to her earlier one.

“Mom, please. Im stranded like forty minutes away from the city.” You begged, hoping you could reason with her. Yeah, you were 25, but you didn’t need to settle down at that age! If only your mom didn’t think otherwise.

“Right. Well, I can go get you if you tell me where it is possibly uhhh…tomorrow? Tomorrow mornin—no! Afternoon! Sorry, work. Yeah.” You could hear her nervously scrambling to correct herself, knowing this was just some ploy to get you to know the guy.

“Mom?”

“Yeah?”

“I know what you’re trying to do.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about! Now hang tight and make a friend! Loveyoubye!” “Mo—!”before you could get another word in, she hung up. The line went dead and you hung it back up, leaning against the wall. You grimaced for the second time that day. She was really doing this to you. Well, the more you thought about it, the less bad it seemed. You were stranded in a farm with a hot goth boy who carved as a hobby and seemed to know how to cook. What’s better? Good in bed? God, how you wanted to find out.

Walking back towards the kitchen, you caught a glimpse of what you could only guess was his bedroom. His bed was dressed in black silk sheets which reflected the afternoon light and the rest of the room followed the dark theme. Before you took too long, you willed yourself towards the kitchen and sat down with a huff.

“What’d they say?”

“My mom said she can’t pick me up until tomorrow afternoon,” you groaned. He awwed at the statement and finished the preparations to his “simple meal”. He brought 2 plates and a cup in front of you, which you thanked him for before you surveyed the plates. The first bigger plate contained some what looked like chicken and a salad while the smaller plate contained a prettily plated apple pie. The cup, beautifully enough, contained some steaming coffee. Your eyes almost watered as you thanked him and began eating.

“Sorry I cant offer you anything better, miss. If i had know a pretty little thing like you would break down and need my help I would’ve been better prepared.” You blushed at his statement and commented on how good the meat and veggies were.

“Raised the meat and got the veggies from my garden myself! All pretty fresh, since I only killed the poor thing a day ago.” He exclaimed proudly, a sad quality to his voice after the second part. He cheered up pretty fast and said,” and I baked the apple pie a few hours ago actually! I hope you like it, too.” He finished. He was almost bashful. You complimented his food and he informed you he still had some stuff to do out in the farm.

“Ah! If you need any fresh clothes you can look through my stuff and find something,” he finished with a smile. You thanked him and continued eating as he walked out the house and went on with his day. The house was now silent save for the occasional animal noise and the movement of grass with breeze. Finishing your last bite of apple pie, you got up with the coffee and headed towards the assumed bedroom. He didn’t mention where it was, but you doubted he cared whether you looked through his stuff or not. Not like he was here anyway. You set the cup down on one of his dressers and rummaged for something to wear. The uniform was getting pretty stuffy in the heat of the house, so a nice shirt and some pants would do the trick. You took off all your clothes and considered taking off your underwear too. What if something ends up happening? You want to sleep with him so bad. Ultimately, you took everything off. Naked, you took his most see-through-looking white shirt and a pair of his boxers, the only bottom part that fit after tying it a bit. You ran your hands between your thighs to quell your excitement at not having any undergarments and lowly squealed. You hoped your pressing didn’t show how wet you were. You went out to find him with his shoes on, even if they didn’t fit. Hey, they felt like you were wearing your dad’s shoes, but it got the job done. You found him feeding the horses at the stable before what seemed like bath time, soap and a hose ready to go.

“Hey!” You exclaimed. He looked your way and immediately almost choked in surprise, his face turning red.

“I see you… uhm… got comfortable, miss.” He choked out. You internally grinned and nodded,” yeah these fit best and they’re quite nice. Is it okay?”you feigned innocence, pretending like you didn’t elaborately search for both of these pieces with a goal in mind. He shook his head and informed you he was doing exactly what you thought, bathing the horses. It seemed like he was doing that before you got here as he was on the last horse. You asked if you could help and he accepted, smiling humorously. At what, you don’t know. He let the hose run over the horse for a bit before he shut it off, something that gave you an idea. You were going to make it as messy as you could and try to get yourself completely wet, making the already almost see through shirt stick to your body. The perfect plan, if anyone asked you. It would make him want you, you were sure. At the very least start wanting you. What you didn’t know, is that he was restraining himself to the highest degree from pouncing on you right now. You were beautiful from the moment he saw you and he could tell you found him attractive. This act of dressing up in these kinds of clothes just further confirmed it. You lathered the horse in its special soap and made sure to stick to it accidentally, dampening your shirt. Your nipples poked from the cold and wetness and you could even see the pink of them. Jeongguk turned on the hose and you “accidentally” didn’t move out the way. You exclaimed in pretend shock and he immediately shut off the water and ran over to you. You were completely soaked and you feigned sadness over being all wet. He knew what you were getting at. He knew it wasn’t a mistake. He was onto you.

“Oh no miss! You didn’t move out the way! Sorry.” He feigned as well. You sulked a little and went to go back to giving the horse a second coat of soap when he caught you by your waist. He pushed your body against his and got close to your face, so much so you could count the freckles on his cheeks. You only squealed lightly from shock.

“I know what you’re trying to do, miss. You know, trying to be innocent doesn’t work on me,” he breathed out, voice husky. You blushed, not thinking you’d be found out so quickly.

“Let’s say we skip this part and get straight to business. What do you say?” He inquires, a raises brow making his piercing shine in the light. You nod and he presses harder.

“Yes. Or. No,” he presses. You breathe out a “yes” and he immediately smacks your mouth against his. His tongue makes his way into your mouth and both of your tongues dance together. He pats the horse and it starts to trot away, almost as if understanding it was a moment not for its eyes. He walks you back, still making out, until you reach what you think might be hay and he breaks the kiss only to press you down against it. Breathing heavily, he goes back for another kiss and begins moving his hands over your body. He touches your tits and squeezes them both, arousing a surprised moan from you. He breaks the kiss and begins flicking your hard nipples through the fabric.

“This is what you wanted, right? Right, little miss?” You moan in response and he spanks your tits.

“Give me and answer, missy.” You flush answer, “yes, this is exactly what I wanted please don’t stop.” He lowers his head onto your nipples and begins sucking them and moving them around, playing with them like they’re joysticks. You don’t think you’ve ever been this turned on. You can physically feel your juices dripping down your thighs. You moan feverishly, almost like you’ve never been touched by a man. He then, bites your nipple and stretches out before letting it go. Without warning, he presses against your center and you let out a choked moan.

“Look at you. I can feel how wet you are, baby. You haven’t had anyone as good as me, now have you?” He asks and you answer with a resound no. No man has ever been able to make you into a pool of goo and have you waterfall from your pussy like he has. He returns his assault on your clothed boobs while keeping pressure on your cunt and you cant take it anymore. You begin rubbing against his leg and he stops his manouvers completely. He stares at you as you rub against his leg like a bitch in heat, leaving a noticeable dark spot on his denim overall pants. He chuckles darkly and removes his thigh causing you to whine. He urges you to open your eyes, something you didn’t even know you had done, and held your face firmly to look straight at him.

“Did i say you could use me to get off? Hmm? You were rubbing against me like a fucking whore. Are you that desperate, huh? You wanna get fucked that badly?” He spoke so disrespectfully to you, but god. You fucking loved it. It was only a few seconds before you started to beg. “Yes, I’m your whore. I want your cock so badly, please.” He hummed at your answer and left you altogether. You protested only to be told to shut up. You did so, and was incredibly turned on in the process. He came back with what looked like restraints.

“I usually use these with the horses, but who would’ve thought I’d have to use them on some pretty little slut who stumbled across me today,” he smirked. You whined and playfully fought against his restraints, only to have his seat at your ass. The spank caused you to let out a long, lustful moan and it only made his Cheshire grin bigger.

“Oh? My sweet little bitch likes to be spanked too? Fucking look at you.” He finished restraining you, leaving your arms and legs unable to move.

“This is what you get for using me to get off without permission, missy. You left me no choice.” You whined and moves your pelvis up and down, trying to show him where you wanted him. He smirked and walked away again. You groaned in frustration again and he answered back,

“I’m gonna wash my hands, pretty. Im sure you don’t want any infections.” You simmered down and waited for his return, one that was swift. He smiled and looked at you only for a frown to overcome his face. You inquired him what was wrong and he said, “you’re wearing too many clothes.” Immediately after, he ripped his shirt apart and the boxers, both ruined garments falling limply besides you. He licked his lips looking at your body and surveyed your pussy, finding it dripping. He chucked and spanked your clit, something that made you jolt and moan.

“You’re dripping, baby. I���ve barely even done anything, too… hmm, well you’ve taken your consequences quite well, so why doesn’t little missy get a reward, eh?” You nodded enthusiastically and he smiled, ruffling your hair. Immediately he plugged up your begging hole with two thick fingers, causing you to howl in pain. Its been a while since you had anything in there. Soon enough, though, the whimpers of pain turned into moans of pleasure as he fingered you at a fast and hard pace while rubbing your clit. He was repeatedly hitting your g spot and you felt like you had to pee. Afraid to pee on him, you urged him to stop.

“H…hey J—Jeongg…ungh… Jeongguk…. I think I’m gonna… gonna… pee!” By the end of your sentence you were screaming as you watched clear juices spill out of you. That was new. “What we’re you saying?” He inquired with a smirk. As you panted, he lowered himself and began licking at your pussy. He ate you out with vigor you never knew in your life from past partners until he made you cum with just his tongue, without needing the aid of anything else. As you came down from your orgasm, he came up and kissed you as your juices ran down his chin. He looked you in the eyes and asked almost shyly, a stark change in demeanor, “you think I can fuck you?” You breathlessly chuckled and answered, “fuck yeah.”

He took off his overalls as soon as you said that, grinning madly. The lowering of the overalls showed his beautifully sculpted abs and pecs clearly and the lower he went the more you realized he wasn’t wearing any underwear. His dick sprung to life leaking precum from its pink tip. He took his hand and jerked himself a little before he lined up at your entrance and looked at you questioningly. You nodded and he went in slowly. Your juices made the ability for friction disappear and soon he started pounding into your weeping pussy. He reached down and choked you lightly as he began stimulating your clit again and you screamed in overstimulation. He didn’t give up and eventually you began feeling pleasure and his cock rammed into you relentlessly. He panted as he fucked into your cunt and your pussy squeezed his dick. You moaned in pleasure, despite your restricted air flow and he groaned from the feel of his dick fucking your pussy. Soon enough, you came to your end squeezing his dick like a python and he pulled it out. He jerked off and came over your stomach and tits covering them entirely.

“Fuck, if I had a phone I would’ve definitely taken a picture of this. You look beautiful like this, miss.” He panted and you chuckled breathlessly. You both stared at each other attempting to catch your breaths in silence. He was the first who broke it.

“So… wanna take a shower?”

#jungkook smut #jungkook x reader #farmer!jungkook #dom!jungkook #yeah this was completely unplanned #idk how i squeezed it out of my brain #bts smut #bts x reader #fanfic #jungkook fanfic #smut

[stormblessed95]

Well I think you have convinced yourself that everything Jikook does is 'different' from other people, even if it's a regular moment between 2 friend. I guess it was the crying missing in jensoo's case. Maybe one day we will see another idol doing the same or JK himself biting ear of another crying member or something even intimate which is nothing for them but intimate for shippers.

Also in one case biting ear, erogenous area, doesn't matter to you because it lacks crying but in other case, another erogenous area neck being bitten matters. Mhmm 2 different rules. Who says biting on ear doesn't make you feel anything? It gives anyone tickle but nothing much to overreact lol. I bet if Jikook did it randomly your take won't be the same. Jimin biting on his neck maynot even made JK moan..he may simply put him down from spinning, like how Jisoo didn't 'moaned' when jennie bit her erogenous zone. But I don't think that will convince you either.

To add, IF anyone ask jikookers for PROOF 1st set of moments jikookers including you bring up are RB, hickey and GCFT. Out of which 2 is already proven to happen between friends. Tkk often goes private trip (one pic tae posted on his bday last year ) but they are COMPLETELY private and thus no videos like gcft. Also JK almost stopped making videos now. Rest all moments happened between Jikook over the years doesn't prove a shit because 99% of it are something happen between all close friends, including other bts members. Just watch other group contents you can see even wilder moments between 2 members who are just friends.

And NOW your true colors show (not the taekook are private couple talking points. Oh honey). Lol if anything this just shows (again) you don't read my blog because I talked about all of this before. BTS is different from other groups for a reason you know. Also I don't think you read my first response to you either. Because I was very nice. And you came back very rude. AND I didn't say the difference was crying. Lol I didn't mention crying at all 😂 I said the difference and what Jensoo were "missing" was the licking and the sucking.... not the crying. 😂🤣 I'm not here to change your mind or be rude. That one is all on you. I'm just... replying to you. I CAN match energy though if you want next time?

And you didn't ask ME for proof, so don't come yelling to me about jikookers this and that. Lol just because your examples don't hold up doesn't mean you get to throw a tantrum about it. Just say you disagree with me and we all move on happily.

#jikook antis

[pettyrevenge-base]

Quit my job at an upscale steakhouse…but not before making sure all the customers knew what a prick the owner was.

This happened back in 2009, but I shared it in a comment on another sub yesterday and figured it belonged here too.  

I was waiting tables at an upscale steakhouse, and the company culture was absolute garbage. The owner, “Gary,” was constantly throwing tantrums and screaming at everyone, and we all HATED him. He’d line us all up before every shift just to berate us and yell how lucky we were that he’d hired us, because we were all shit at our jobs and no one else would ever have us. Stuff like that. The only reason anyone ever stuck around was because the money was good due to the high ticket prices and solid customer base, as well as the fact that there weren’t many other employment options for fine dining service in the area. 

In addition to being a massive prick, Gary was also a cheap bastard. There was this 6-foot tall dessert cooler in the kitchen that had a broken door, and he put off fixing it for months because he didn’t want to spend the money, so it was just sort of hanging on its hinge and you had to be really careful opening it. Inevitably, during the height of a Saturday night rush, it fell completely off and hit one of the servers, hard.  

So she’s laying there on the kitchen floor, bleeding from a serious-looking wound on her head, and Gary is standing over her and SCREAMING down at her: “Way to go - just BRILLIANT. What the FUCK am I supposed to do now? It’s the middle of the rush, you’ve got a full section, and no one’s going to be able to pick up your goddamn tables because everyone who works here is useless and incompetent! You should have been more careful!”  

I’d seen a lot of his shit, but this was the hard line, and I made a decision right then that I was out. So when I got home that night, I typed up a letter to Gary, telling him exactly why I was quitting and leaving no detail out when it came to his tantrums, his verbal abuse, and the hazards in the workplace that he wouldn’t address. I printed out 30 copies, went in early for my opening shift the following day (midafternoon - the place was only open for dinner) and hid them all over the restaurant where guests would find them: in the menus, under the napkins on the tables, in between paper towels in the restrooms, etc. Some were in really obscure places, so that they wouldn’t be found right away and would keep popping up randomly - surprise! - allowing my legacy to live on. Then, instead of working my shift, I left before the pre-shift lineup.  

Fast forward to a couple days later, when a coworker reached out and shared with me the beautiful details of Gary’s head almost exploding with rage when he found out about the letters. A couple tables read them and walked out before ordering. People in the dining room could hear him screaming from the kitchen. Apparently they were still finding letters weeks later, and every time one surfaced, the vein in Gary’s forehead would pop out and he’d disappear into his office and slam the door. It remains one of my proudest moments, and my only regret is that I couldn’t be a fly on the wall, watching this all unfold. 

Source: reddit.com/r/pettyrevenge

#pettyrevenge #lol #omg

[indigosunsetao3]

Keeping Lines Blurry

Chapter 1 - It's Been A Long Time

Masterlist of Chapters

Warnings: 18+ - No minors Please read the tags on A03 for any of your triggers

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick X Original FMC 8.4k words - AO3 Link.

“In position,” Gaz said into the microphone that was clipped on the inside of his suit jacket. He was stationed outside a side door to the old building, bundled up in a long peacoat that went down to his knees with black gloves and a hidden pistol holstered to his chest. If he weren’t trying to look the part of an aristocratic politician, he would have pulled the beanie out of his pocket and shoved it over his head to cover his ears. The wind was frigid and standing down an alleyway just turned it into a wind tunnel that even the upturned collar of his coat did nothing for.

“You look cold sergeant,” came Soap’s voice over his ear piece and Gaz snapped his eyes toward a high-rise a little under a klick away. Soap was smirking when he talked, you could tell by the inflection and Gaz casually scratched at his cheek with his middle finger which just earned him a laugh in response.

“Come on down from your little nest and you can find out,” Gaz responded as he pulled out his phone and made to look like he was reviewing something. No one else was outside, it was too cold for someone to linger but he still had to put on a front. There was a pack of cigarettes in his coat that he could dig out and pop in his mouth in a matter of moments to make it look like he snuck out for a quick smoke. He didn’t want to if he didn’t have to though, he had cut way back on his habit and didn’t want to hear shit from Ghost for it. “I’ll trade with you,” he muttered as a shiver ran down his spine.

“Aye well, we can’t all be pretty boys for the party now, can we?” Soap inquired, “my hair sort of precludes me from blending in,” he tacked on. When they were all briefed for the mission Alex and Gaz had been assigned on the premises while Ghost and Soap were overwatch and Price was positioned directly with their intended job, blending into the man’s own security. “Get a mohawk and you can play with the big boys.”

“Or be a lieutenant,” Ghost stated after a moment. He was positioned in another building with a sniper rifle sweeping the area, covering the back half of the building that Soap couldn’t. They had been setup hours ago, watching the catering staff bringing in their supplies and the event staff doing their last-minute prep. The team had done a full hands on sweep the day before in cooperation with the other nations special forces so it was just a matter of watching for suspicious activity now.

The gathering tonight was a large gala in Minsk, the capital of Belarus. It was supposed to be a humanitarian relief fund raiser that pulled in all of the wealthiest people around Europe to aid the current crisis in the middle east. But it was also being used as a careful political meeting between representatives from Russia, England, America and other big players on the world’s stage on semi-neutral terms. Tensions were high once again between all the world powers; disagreements on arms dealing, disaster relief, accusations of election tampering and of course the Russian invasion of Ukraine were big contenders for the conversations. But all the countries history’s ran deep, they were always bound to butt heads over something, even if they may agree on the issue to some degree.

“I think it’s more about your need for a mask, LT” came Soap’s response. “I doubt their delicate sensitivities would be able to handle seeing a skull lurking about.”

“I can see them clutching their pearls and stacks of cash now,” Gaz answered laughing a bit as he randomly scrolled through his phone, swiping through apps and news stories to make him seem busy. It was a burner so there was nothing personal on it, though he had been keeping up with the soccer match, England was looking promising to make it the world cup this year. His sister had been pestering him to take some leave so they could go to a game but there just never seemed to be a good time for him to do it.

“Keep it tight out there,” came Price’s voice, the sound of some classical music wavering in the background as his mic cut in.

“Sorry sir,” Gaz answered quickly as his eyes snapped up to the area where Soap would be. They always goaded one another, like children really, and Price usually had to step in to get them to knock it off. Granted most of the time Price was smirking as he admonished them and, on a few occasions, he came back with his own retort that shut the rest of them down, with either shock or amusement. “What’s the current status inside?”

“Lots of champagne, diamonds and fancy little foods that could barely feed a mouse,” came Alex’s voice. He was inside working the floor, blending in as a staff member. “Price has been roped into a conversation with a woman,” he added, his voice a low whisper but the conspiratorial tone was unmistakable. “Looks to be someone’s mom,” he tacked on as glasses clinked in the background, “or grandmother.”

“She cute Captain?” Gaz asked casually. So much for keeping it tight and professional. Despite the fact they were all chatting casually, they all still knew how to do their jobs and keep an eye out on everything. Gaz trusted no one with his life more than these men and even if they were having a good time, they were all still on high alert and doing what they did best.

“Bring her by the window, let us have a look,” Soap chimed in, the sound of his scope clicking a bit as he obviously zoomed in his view. “Do we need to find somewhere else to be tonight? Just put a sock on the door if you need some privacy.” He cut off mid-laugh, tone changing instantly to serious before his next words. “Gaz movement down the alley to your left.”

Gaz instantly felt himself tense at the last words from Soap, but he didn’t move from his casual stance as he continued to stare at his phone screen. He couldn’t act as if someone alerted him so he needed to find the movement himself through natural means. So much for not smoking. Digging into his jacket he pulled out the pack and whacked it hard against his palm a few times, turning his head to peer down the alley. He couldn’t see anything yet, there were vehicles parked on one side and a large trash dumpster on the other.

“Talk to me,” Gaz muttered as he slipped a cigarette between his lips and flipped his zippo against his leg to flick the cap open and light it. He puffed slowly, putting everything away in his coat pocket as he did his best to look around without seeming suspicious.

“Can’t see anything,” Soap responded, “Ghost got anything?” He asked before letting up on his com to free up the channel.

“Nothing on my side,” Ghost answered quickly. “Wait,” he came back then there was a long pause of silence. “No, just catering staff over here outside taking a break.”

“It was two figures,” Soap answered quickly, sounding a bit frustrated as he obviously looked around quickly trying to find what he had seen. “Skulking by the wall,” he described before Gaz answered back.

“I see them,” his voice was low and below his breath as he inhaled the smoke, holding it in his lungs for a moment before letting it out again. The lightheaded high hit him and he shut his eyes to take it in for a moment. “Man and a woman,” he tacked on simply as he watched the woman stumble a bit before the man caught her around the waist with one hand. “Seems like they may have snuck out here for some alone time,” he inhaled again and raised his eyebrow as the man came more into view, the light above the door throwing him in relief. The man’s face was sweaty and he seemed disheveled, his bowtie was undone hanging around his neck and hair was mussed atop of his head.

“Bit cold out here,” Gaz stated with a smirk on his lips as the woman tugged down on her dress hem. He flicked the ash from his cigarette before popping it back into his mouth waiting for some sort of response from them, if they even spoke English.

Gaz had obviously taken them by surprise, the man about jumped out of his skin when Gaz spoke and grabbed the dumpster to steady himself. He didn’t speak English but he muttered something under his breath in Russian to the woman before gesturing for the door Gaz was standing next to. Gaz picked up on it and stepped a few inches away to give them leave to walk in. The man did not look pleased that they had a witness to them walking inside as he worked on setting his bowtie right again while leaning against the wall. Gaz noticed he had a wedding ring on his finger while the woman did not and she was certainly much younger and too pretty for him.

“Something tells me she is not the misses,” Soap replied as he watched the woman sweep inside while patting down her hair.

“Ditch them,” came Ghost’s voice suddenly. “I need eyes on the staff back here, a van just pulled up,” he continued. “Alex get out here. Something isn’t right,” he continued before going silent again.

“On it,” Gaz answered right after Alex confirmed he was on the way. Snuffing out his cigarette on the wall Gaz flicked it into the open dumpster before sidestepping the dumpster headed down the alleyway at a fast walk. He didn’t want to flat out run and draw attention if this was nothing but Ghost seemed pretty urgent nonetheless.

“You’re out of my sights,” Soap cut in as Gaz’s form disappeared into the darkness of the alley. “All quiet up here still, just a few people leaving the party early.”

“They’re unloading crates,” Ghost stated, “security just showed up so don’t come in hot. The caterers seem confused, this delivery was not on the books.”

Gaz was near the end of the alley and he peered around the brick corner to see the unmarked black van. There were two workers unloading wooden crates from the back and another worker was talking to security, their conversation all in Russian. Security didn’t seem too bothered but the catering staff seemed a bit confused as they brought out carts to wheel the crates inside. “I’m going to get a look at the crates,” Gaz stated as he rolled his head from side to side, “follow my lead, Alex.”

“On it,” Alex answered as he appeared at the door with a cart, handing it off to another catering staffer.

“Oi,” Gaz called out as he stumbled a bit into the light, holding a cigarette between his fingers. “Anyone have a light?” He inquired and he visibly flinched as a security officer rounded on him with his gun raised. “Woah,” he raised his hands innocently, “just need a light bruv,” he mimed a lighter and waved his cigarette to show what he was asking for. The security officer grunted a bit and nodded with his head over at one of the caterers, all of whom had frozen at the sight of the gun. “Alright then,” Gaz said a bit sarcastically as he walked over to the caterers swaying a bit, his head turned to look over his shoulder at the security officer before a woman stepped forward with a lighter. Gaz continued to walk like he had one too many, and even stumbled a bit as he leaned down to touch his cigarette to the flame, putting on that he was uncoordinated and unsteady.

Once the cigarette was lit he moved out of the way, toward the carts with the crates on them, and puffed slowly. He was trying to get a good look at them for any distinct markings or if he could see anything between the slats. There was hay or some type of stuffing in them because it was sticking out from the gaps in the wood but that was it, he couldn’t see anything inside and the wood was clear of any lettering or logos. “I can’t see shit,” Gaz muttered softly into his mic as he curled his tongue up to take a deep inhale of smoke. “Alex?”

“Nothing,” Alex answered with a small grunt, “they’re heavy though and something is rattling inside.”

“Time to make a scene,” Gaz said quietly as Alex appeared in the doorway again to take another crate. He didn’t have a cart this time though, he just offered to carry one inside, huffing as it was loaded into his arms. When he turned to head back into the kitchen Gaz locked eyes with him and gave a small nod before pushing up off the wall he had been leaning on. “Sell it,” Gaz muttered before he stumbled his way toward the door, as if he were going to go back inside for the party but colliding hard with Alex instead.

The crate fell to the ground with a loud crash and Gaz cursed loudly as he had been knocked back on his ass onto the concreate. His gloves tore in a spot as they scraped against the concreate and he felt a sharp sting in his palm where the skin had scraped. “Fucking idiot!” Gaz yelled out as Alex crouched down in front of him to block everyone’s view, acting as if he were going to help Gaz up. They had positioned themselves in the door so they could get a good look at the contents of the contents that had spilled all over, half inside half outside. Fuck. Guns and ammo had come pouring out and they only had moments to react.

“Guns,” Alex said quickly, “Russian RPK’s,” he continued to explain before the van workers had advanced on them. They were yelling in Russian and had produced the same type of guns holding them aimed right at Alex’s back, the catering staff and the security guard who didn’t have a chance to draw his own gun again.

“I only have a clear shot on one,” came Ghost’s voice.

“Duck,” Gaz said as his hand shot under his suit jacket and yanked out his pistol. He hadn’t fastened the holster and it was loaded with one shot chambered already, safety off. Alex didn’t need to be told twice, as soon as Gaz’s hand disappeared under his jacket, he dropped his head and reached for his own gun in his ridiculous cummerbund.

The man with his gun trained on Alex went down first, a shot to the back of the head from Ghost’s sniper rifle. The second man aiming at the catering staff went down next with a shot from Gaz’s silenced pistol and the third that was by the security guard hit the ground dead from Alex’s gun. It took less than ten seconds and the people around them were shocked into silence for a few seconds before the screaming started.

“Put the fucking gun down,” Gaz ordered as the security guard finally produced his gun and was aiming it at Gaz again, who had his own aimed right back. “We just saved your ass. Put. It. Down!” He knew there was a language barrier but the guy seemed to catch the hint and he lowered the gun before looking back at the bodies on the ground again.

“Clear,” Ghost stated into the comms to give Soap and Price an update on what had just happened. “Check and see how many guns were being loaded and see who was coming to pick up the goods,” Ghost finished.

“On it,” Gaz answered as he pushed up into a standing position and moved to the back of the van to check. The thing was packed full of crates and he ripped at one of the planks on one to reveal more guns and ammo. “They are planning something,” he said as he checked yet another crate. “There is heavy weaponry in here, RPKs, AKs, pistols and…fucking hell grenades”

“We’re evacuating the undersecretary,” came Price’s voice, “the event security has all disappeared and I don’t like the looks of it.”

“They didn’t disappear,” Alex answered suddenly as his head snapped to the window that looked into the kitchen. “They’re here to get their delivery.” About fifteen men had suddenly appeared in the kitchen and some of them went to the crates that had been loaded onto the metal counters while others were coming outside to see what the holdup had been. The men inside were loading their clips into the guns and talking in rapid Russian as Alex attempted to shoo the catering staff away down the alley Gaz had come from only minutes before.

“They were planning a damn massacre,” Gaz said as he rushed to get a gun out of a crate he pried open while Alex scooped one up off the ground and loaded it. “Get everyone out of there Cap,” Gaz said as he clicked the firing pin in place before leaning around the van and leveling his gun at the kitchen door. “We’ll keep them busy,” he added before the first shot was fired from inside the kitchen shattering the window, the bullet aimed for Alex who they had spotted had picked up one of the guns.

“Don’t come out the front,” came Soap’s voice suddenly. “There’s a lot of movement out here, oh fuck,” he cut off as an explosion rattled the ground. “They’ve got car bombs,” he came back, the radio crackling a bit “they’re mowing people down. They just rammed the fence and are coming out of armored trucks locked and loaded.”

Sure enough Gaz could hear the gun fire in the not so distance, though it was a bit muffled compared to the fire fight that had opened up between him, Alex and the Russians in the kitchen. “How the fuck did this happen?” Gaz yelled as he shot a man through the chest and ducked back to avoid a bullet that whizzed by his head. “We did a sweep, they were supposed to have done a thorough check on the security company,” he added as he dug one handed in a crate to scoop up some grenades. If they had armored trucks they were going to need more than AK’s and RPK’s to fight back. Hopefully the American’s brought some good toys with them.

“When you’re checked and cleared by the Russian government it’s a little easier to sneak in Russian operatives,” Ghost answered as a well-placed shot took out a man through the busted out kitchen window. “Gate crashing is always a little hard to plan for anyway,” another shot and another man fell.

“I’ve got the undersecretary in a back room, east wing off the library,” Price came in, “I don’t have anything besides a damn pistol and limited shots. Lost two of the security team on our way here. Make quick work of this,” he ordered.

“We’ll come to you,” Gaz said as he pulled another gun out, loaded it and slung it over his shoulder. He shoved magazines into any and all pockets that he had and tossed some to Alex who had joined him at the van for cover. “Take what you can carry, I’m going to blow it,” Gaz said to Alex who nodded as he stashed some grenades a second pistol and more ammo on himself.

They had managed to weed down the fifteen or so men inside down to just a handful but they were locked in tight, hiding behind the brick walls and shooting sporadically over the windowsill. Grabbing a grenade Gaz pulled the pin and lobbed it right through the window and turned to hide behind the van as he heard panicked yells before the explosion. The van shook from the blowback and Gaz’s teeth clicked together as he covered his ears before he peered around again. Half the kitchen wall had been blown out and there was part of a body smoldering. “Russian’s could give the American’s a run for their money for their love of explosions,” Gaz stated as he waited for Ghost to survey.

“Looks like you cleaned shop,” Ghost answered. “Get a move on.”

Gaz grabbed another grenade and waited for Alex to run to the kitchen and do a final sweep. He got the all-clear nod and he pulled a pin on another grenade and tossed it into the back of the van and slammed the door shut. Running for the door he darted inside just as the van exploded, taking all the guns and other grenades with it so at least the Russian’s wouldn’t have more ammo. The crates in the kitchen had been blown apart from the first blast, one of the crates still smoking as Gaz kicked it out of the way.

Alex took point as they moved through the kitchen toward the double doors, walking in a low crouch position and looking through their sights as they moved. The building was massive and the East wing library was a good distance away from the kitchens so they needed to move fast. Kicking the door open Alex darted out into the ballroom area where the main party was being held and hid behind a pillar. Music was still playing over the sound speakers, pictures on a slide show were running on a massive projector and balloons were swaying in the breeze from the hole that had been ripped in the front of the room from the car bomb. It was eerie to say the least as Gaz looked around, darting to a second pillar and peering to see if anyone was around.

There were a few masked men walking around the main floor, their guns aimed at the floor as they walked and toed over fallen bodies on the ground. Someone screamed as a man happened upon them and Gaz winced as they were shot point blank without hesitation. The shooter moved on to look over the rest of the room for anyone trying to hide.

“We have to move,” Alex said after a moment, “we’ll come back for them,” he promised as he looked at Gaz’s mutinous face. “We need to get Price these guns and the undersecretary and his staff safe.” Alex didn’t look happy about leaving them either but he was right, Price and those he was protecting were priority.

“Anytime the American’s want to step in would be great,” Gaz muttered, “or France for that matter.” He kept up the fast past crouch walk behind Alex as they moved, careful to make as little noise as possible as they climbed up two flights of stairs and came to an expansive hallway. They had studied the building maps for days before this mission and they knew the library was almost at the other end. Issue was there were two masked and gun men between them and the library doors.

Sliding his larger gun to his back Gaz pulled out his silenced pistol and darted across the hall and ducked into a door jam before nodding at Alex. They both aimed at a man on either side and took their shots within milliseconds of one another. They fell like stones, blood spraying on the wall as they dropped before pooling around their heads. Gaz and Alex still didn’t move however, waiting to see if they had any other friends with them that they hadn’t seen before. No one else appeared and Gaz stepped out first, taking up point this time as he dragged the big gun back off his shoulder and jogged down toward the library.

“We’re in the library sir,” Gaz said into the radio as he and Alex stepped into the large ornate room. His words came between Soap and Ghost talking to one another about what was happening outside. Apparently, more guards had shown up to get weaponry from the van and when they found that wasn’t an option they scrambled for a new plan as Ghost picked them off one by one until they grew wise and hid. Soap had managed to take out an armored truck with a well-placed shot to a propane heater for the valet services and was doing his best to take off masked men through the windows.

“Rog,” Price responded, “we’re coming from the back left.” Gaz turned his attention that way as Alex watched the door. When they heard a door creak open Gaz raised his gun and stared down his sights until he saw Price come around a shelf full of books, pistol also raised.

“Good to see you sir,” Gaz stated as he slipped his second RPK off his shoulder and passed it off to Price who quickly inspected it and put the strap over his shoulder. There was a small group of people behind Price who looked frazzled and terrified. The undersecretary was surrounded by two guards and a few others in his group were circled about, rubbing their arms and looking around for what was next. “What’s the plan?”

“Fire escape,” Price answered as he looked back at the group. “There’s a fire escape at the end of the hallway outside the big window. Everyone is going out that way, one at a time. One of my men will go first to make sure it is clear and cover us, then you will follow. We will have to make a run for it, there will be transport waiting for us a street over.”

The group looked apprehensive of this plan, the women were in flimsy silk dresses and heels that certainly were not made for climbing down metal fire escapes. The rest of the men looked older or out of shape for running save maybe one. But they all nodded after a beat of silence and Price turned back around to talk to Alex and Gaz again.

Suddenly a man, one of the younger ones but still a few solid years older than Gaz blurted out, “what about my wife?” He looked vaguely familiar to Gaz but he couldn’t place it, it had to be because he had seen him in the security briefings or on television since he worked for the undersecretary. Something needled in his brain that wasn’t it, he knew him from somewhere else but he didn’t have time to try and place it at the moment. It would come to him at three in the morning when he couldn’t sleep and it was still bothering him.

Price turned back to him, “our priority is you. We get you out and we will come back for any survivors and take out the remaining threats. As I told you before.” He seemed a bit agitated at the interruption but the man still pressed.

“She went to the bathroom right before all of this happened, she’s probably terrified and if they find her,” he hesitated and swallowed hard. “Please, I can’t leave here with out her.”

“I’ll go,” Gaz volunteered abruptly with a small nod at the man before turning to Price again. “They are taking out any survivors they find without hesitation, Captain. If she’s still alive she won’t be for long.” He wanted to take out those men he had seen in the main room and this gave him an excuse to circle back. Hopefully the woman had stayed hidden in the bathroom and wasn’t one of the bodies on the floor. “What bathroom?” He asked looking back at the guy, doing his best to not look at Price out the corner of his eye who looked less than impressed with this idea.

“It’s off the lounge next to the main room,” the man answered, relief showing over his face at Gaz’s offer. “She didn’t even want to come to this,” he explained, “she’s sick of me traveling all the time but I had to come to this so I dragged her along.”

“I’ll find her. What’s her name?” Gaz asked before looking at Price who just nodded, still not pleased but not telling Gaz no.

“Liv,” the man replied as he patted his pockets as if looking for his wallet or phone. “I can show you…” he started.

“No time for that,” Price answered before turning to Gaz. “You go to that bathroom and you find her. If she is not there you are to get to rendezvous point C. That is an order,” Price stated simply. There were always multiple plans for escape for these sort of things so Gaz knew exactly where he needed to go once he found this woman. “You have fifteen minutes,” he added on. He was right, his priority was the undersecretary and even waiting an extra minute was a huge risk.

“She’s in a silver dress, dark hair,” the man tacked on giving up on trying to pull up a picture on his phone. “I think she went with a friend,” he added, glancing at Price who indicated for Alex to lead the way out of the room and make sure it was still secure.

“See you shortly” Gaz answered before jogging away from them. He heard Price start moving them but soon the distance from them was too great for Gaz to hear anything. All he could hear now was his own footsteps, gun fire, distant explosions and Soap and Ghost still talking to one another. This night had turned into a disaster that was going to have a huge ripple effect on the world in the next few hours and days.

“What’s it look like out there?” Gaz asked into his comms as he crept down the same flight of stairs, he and Alex had climbed mere minutes before. His path was still clear but who knew where the men in the main room had moved to now.

“Fucking disaster,” Soap said after a brief pause. “I’m already running low on ammo, we hadn’t planned for a damn warzone,” his words were clipped and he sounded frustrated.

“I’ve got company,” Ghost came in. “I’m going to have to move. Soap get out of there, it’s just matter of time before they come for you.”

“Rendezvous C,” Price cut in just as Alex added the all clear for the group to start moving down the fire escape. “Move it Gaz, you’ve got thirteen minutes. And don’t fuck around Soap. Cut your losses and live to fight another day,” Price added in for good measure. He knew his team well enough to know Soap was probably cussing up a storm that he was being told to leave instead of fight.

Gaz had made it back to the main floor and was ducked down behind a decorative wall. With it being nighttime outside the high windows that hadn’t been shot out or exploded allowed for some reflection like a mirror. There were still men moving about the floor, they were setting what seemed to be claymore bombs which would takeout anyone attempting to come in and rescue. He’d have to warn Price so he could pass the information along to the proper authorities for when they eventually came in and cleared the area.

There were too many men for Gaz to engage in an open firefight, especially if Soap had been removed from overwatch so he needed to sneak. If he was lucky he could potentially set off a chain reaction with a grenade on their way out to take all the assholes out in one shot. Keeping as far down to the ground as possible Gaz worked his way around the room, sliding underneath tables and palming his pistol ready to strike. He managed to make it to the side lounge without incident but there was no way to get to the bathrooms without being seen. There were three men in the room unloading more crates full of claymores and other weaponry.

Slipping behind a couch Gaz raised his pistol over the cushions before following suit with the rest of his body. He had four shots left for his pistol so he had to make them count. They hadn’t seen him yet so he took the extra second to plan out his shots before firing, taking the one standing nearest the fireplace first since he was facing more toward Gaz. Next was the one popping the legs onto a claymore but he shifted into a standing position so it took two shots to take him out. The third man had become aware of the situation and was reaching for his radio, so Gaz had to make a quick choice to shoot the thing out of his hand before he could call for backup. That was the end of his quiet bullets.

Leaping bodily over the couch Gaz was on top of the man slamming his still gloved hand over his mouth as they rolled to the floor. The man was cursing and yelling for help in Russian before Gaz cut him off and they were scrambling on the rug, knocking into crates and a coffee table. The man’s right hand was useless, the walkie-talkie had exploded in it and the bullet had gone straight through the flesh and bone mangling it. The guy still put up a fight though and Gaz took an elbow to the jaw hard enough to make his ears ring before he managed to get the man on his stomach on the floor. The Russian man had been disguised as event staff so unluckily for him a tie was part of the attire, which Gaz was now using to choke him to death with. Kneeling on his back Gaz twisted the black silk material in his fist until the man stopped moving.

Not wasting time Gaz shot back up and grabbed his discarded pistol, shoving it into his chest holster before headed toward the hallway that held the bathrooms. He didn’t run into anyone else as he made his way but there were shoeprints in blood on the tile that led from the woman’s bathroom back the way he came. As he got closer to the door he could see there was a puddle of blood seeping from under it and bullet holes in the door. “Shit,” Gaz said to himself as he looked it over before reaching out and opening the door slowly with his left hand, the RPK in his right ready to shoot.

The door was stuck and didn’t want to open fully and Gaz used his shoulder to push it open more, hearing the sickening sound of something sliding through the blood. He stopped pushing when the gap was large enough for him to get inside and what he found caused him to shut his eyes briefly. A woman was dead on the floor, her eyes wide open and body littered with bullet holes as if she had just been shot through the door. This wasn’t Liv though, the woman on the ground was blonde and in a light pink dress, though it was stained mostly red now. But if it wasn’t Liv maybe it was her friend that her husband said she went to the bathroom with so she could still be in here.

Gaz moved to the first stall and knocked it open, there was no one in there. He moved to the next one, looking in the mirror as his backup to make sure nothing snuck up on him as he moved. This stall was partially open and he couldn’t see anything in there either. He cleared two more that were empty but when he got to the last door it didn’t budge. There was no way for him to see in unless he got on his stomach on the ground. The doors went almost to the floor and pretty far up toward the ceiling and it was definitely locked, he nudged it lightly with shoulder and it didn’t budge.

“Liv are you in there?” Gaz asked quietly as he backed up and raised his gun to the door. He wasn’t going to risk it being a Russian operative taking a pee break. “Liv my name is Kyle, I’m with SAS. Your husband asked me to find you,” he tried again. He knew he only had a few minutes left to make it to the rendezvous and if Liv wasn’t in here he didn’t want to waste time when he could be taking out a few bastards on his retreat. He was about to knock but then he heard movement in the stall. He raised his gun a little higher as the lock clicked and the door started to move inward toward the stall to reveal a woman standing there.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Gaz muttered as he took in the frightened woman. That’s why the man, her husband, had looked so familiar upstairs. “Olivia,” he said after a moment. Pieces of the puzzle his brain had been avoiding were falling rapidly into place and Gaz felt his stomach twist. Liv was short for fucking Olivia. The same name as his ex-fiancé who had married a ‘family friend’ that was a politician who worked in the British government.

“Kyle?” Olivia asked, obviously as shocked and surprised as Gaz was. She was holding up the hem of her dress, having been standing on the toilet bowl in her heels. Henry had told her that SAS was part of the security for the gala that evening but it hadn’t even crossed her mind that Kyle would be part of that. He was part of a taskforce that was involved in much more pressing matters she thought. “Oh my God,” she breathed as she took in the body on the floor. “Leah. I told her to stay in the stall, but she was so scared and I heard them shoot her but,” she could feel herself wretch and she turned quickly to get sick in the toilet behind her.

“We have to go Liv,” Kyle said after she finished and wiped her mouth with the back of her left hand, which had an obnoxiously large diamond ring on it. He always hated that nickname for her, it wasn’t fitting in his eyes but if that’s what she went by now then so be it. It had been over three years since he had last seen her, they were two totally different people now, and he wasn’t going to pretend they were on good terms and call her what he used to. “The area is completely overrun with Russian operatives, so you’re going to have to run,” he looked down at her heels before back up at her face.

“I can run in heels,” Olivia answered his questioning look before gesturing for him to lead the way. He had called her Liv. That was what her husband Henry always preferred to use, and the name Kyle always disliked the most. “Is Henry alright?” She asked after a moment as Gaz pulled the door open and stepped around Leah’s body back into the hallway, holding the door for her to slide out behind him. “We went to the bathroom when we heard the shooting start.”

“He’s fine. He’s with my Captain and the rest of the group,” Gaz answered as he crept down the hallway before shooting his left arm out behind him to stop her. He needed to think of the best way out of here and her talking to him was too distracting. Seeing her face after all these years, hearing her voice, had stirred up a bunch of shit in his mind that he was not prepared to deal with and it was taking him off his game. “I need you to stay right behind me,” he stated turning to glance at her over his shoulder, “don’t talk. And if I say duck you duck, run you run.”

“Fine,” Olivia answered him, “what is your plan? Are there others here to help?” She asked as her eyes spotted the three bodies on the floor of the lounge. Two of them had been shot but the third one had a tie wrapped around his neck and it was facing the wrong way as if he had been choked with it.

“Liv. I said quiet,” Gaz answered her, his voice clipped and no longer the soft voice reassuring voice he had been using when he first spoke to her through the bathroom stall. She had been cold, colder, when she last communicated with him so he was just returning the same courtesy. “My plan is to get you out of here to our rendezvous point so you all can be extracted. Henry is already there they are waiting on us but we have six minutes so we have to move. Now.”

Gaz was on the move out of the room and he could fee Olivia right behind him, she was keeping up despite the heels, though he wished she could ditch them. The clicking on the tile was too loud but the glass everywhere made that impossible. He’d just have to fight their way out of there and before he could fully decide on that plan on his own it was decided for him. A man came around the corner and Gaz quickly raised his gun and smashed the butt of it into the guy’s face knocking him out cold in a single hit. Olivia gasped behind him but she covered her mouth with her hand quickly to mask it before Gaz began to move again, raising his gun to use the sights to look around the room.

“You need to run for that door,” Gaz said pointing to the main front door with his gun muzzle. There were men in the room lurking about and Olivia looked at him like he was crazy. If she went for the door she’d be in the open and would be dead before she ever made it. “I’m going to take out that guy,” he pointed with his left hand, “which will distract them and draw their fire on me. You run out that door and go immediately to your right and keep running that way. Don’t stop, I’ll catch up with you.”

Olivia shook her head, “I’ll never make it. There are too many of them. The minute they see me they’ll come after me.” She paused looking at the path she’d have to take, there were overturned tables and chairs she could use for a little cover, maybe. “And how are you supposed to get out if you are going to draw their fire?” She asked furiously a second later as Gaz refused to look at her and instead kept watching the men work to try and get an idea of their movements.

“Because I know what I am doing, it’s my job,” Gaz answered her simply as he cut his eyes over to her for a brief second. His job had always been a source of contention in their relationship and what had finally been the breakdown of it. “I can handle it Liv, just go when I make the first shot. Don’t look back, don’t hesitate and avoid those bombs,” he pointed with his left hand at one. “Or we’re all dead.”

“Kyle, maybe we should,” Olivia said after a moment ready to continue to fight him on it but he fired. The man he had aimed for went down with a head shot and Gaz yelled at her to run. Hiking up the hem of her silk dress again Olivia ran for the door, her feet screaming at her as they cleared foot after foot of tile toward the blown-out door. There was more gunfire as she threw her arms above her head for some sort of protection and she swore she felt the breeze of bullets graze by her as she jumped over one of the bombs Gaz had told her to avoid.

“Keep going,” Gaz yelled over the firefight as he took another shot at two men advancing on him. He was trusting Olivia was going to follow his instructions, he couldn’t wait to see because he was about to be swarmed. Digging out a grenade from his coat pocket Gaz pulled the pin and lobbed it over the wall he was hiding behind before running toward the kitchen in the back, shooting distracting fire behind him with his gun. He barely cleared the kitchen double doors when the grenade blast went off followed by many side explosions of the claymores going off. He hoped Olivia was down the side the building by now because if she was still inside or too close to the front, she would be dead.

Jumping through the blown out back door Gaz immediately turned left and ran flat out down the side of the building toward the street where they were going to rendezvous. He was planning on meeting Olivia around the side of the building and he wanted to beat her there. He didn’t have a chance to tell her that part of the plan though, the man he had been targeting had turned around too quickly. He knew she had been terrified and pissed at the idea he had for her but he wasn’t going to let her get shot. He was a much bigger target and the Russians would prefer to take out the person firing on them versus the one running away.

Gaz skidded around the side of the building intime to see Olivia come around the corner looking twice as frazzled and angry. The explosions had been extremely loud and Gaz was pretty sure half the building had collapsed in on itself now. “You hurt?” He asked as he jogged over to her as she doubled over holding her side, his eyes scanning over her quickly for any injuries. He may hate her but he didn’t want to see her hurt.

“Go to hell Kyle,” Olivia snapped as she held a stitch in her side before standing up fully again, “You’re a fucking asshole for that,” she added before pushing her hair, that had once been pinned up nicely, off her face with a glare as Gaz came closer.

“Sergeant Garrick,” Gaz answered her, his tone even which he knew would just piss her off even more. “And I’ve been called worse by better people,” he finished before hiking his gun back up again and began jogging over to the rendezvous spot which was on the other side of a small strip of woods behind the parking garage they were quickly approaching. The area seemed vastly untouched and Gaz called in over his comms for a report on the area and Alex answered back it was all quiet in this area, though everyone wanted to know what the large explosion had been.

Olivia kept her retorts to herself as they jogged through the woods, knowing deep down that she deserved the shit he was throwing at her. Even if she was pissed off at him right now, he had still come through for her like he always had even when she didn’t deserve it. Her feet were on fire, she was pretty sure she had stepped on glass since her strappy heels weren’t much protection, and she tripped over a few tree roots. Snarling she yanked her dress that caught on a bush and heard the fabric rip loudly, leaving a piece behind. Henry was going to be pissed that her dress was ruined, it was a very expensive designer that had been custom fitted to her.

“Gaz,” Price called as they cleared the tree line to find three armored cars lined up ready to go. “You’re late,” he stated looking down at his watch though there was a small smirk on his lips.

“Sorry sir,” Gaz answered as he looked over at Olivia who walked right past them toward the cars, her chin held up in a haughty gesture and pointedly not looking over at Gaz. Gaz could see Henry was standing outside of an open door and he quickly grabbed Olivia by the biceps and held her there as if inspecting her before pulling her into a tight hug. “Got a little held up by some operatives,” he stated simply as Henry stepped aside for Olivia to get in the car first before he slid in behind her, his fingers plucking at the ripped-up shreds of her dress and shutting the door behind them.

“So, you blew them all up instead?” Came Soap’s voice as he walked over with Ghost and Alex. He was grinning as he approached before gesturing over his shoulder at the car where Henry and Olivia disappeared into. “Princess didn’t seem too pleased,” he chuckled.

“Just took a leaf out of your book,” Gaz answered with a small smirk before looking at the car as the first one in the line pulled away. The undersecretary’s backup security were the ones in charge of extraction and they had brought the cars, the 141 would be meeting up with the other countries special ops to figure out what the hell just happened. “She’s is never happy with me,” he answered sternly after a moment before cutting his eyes back to Soap. He saw the eyebrow raise on his and Alex’s face before tacking on, “Princess is Olivia.” There was a small spark of recognition on Price’s face before Gaz further explained, “the Olivia.”

“Oh shit,” Soap whistled before turning to look at the car again as it pulled away, grabbing at his vest straps with his hands to rest his arms. Soap had been there through the whole mess Gaz had gone through and helped keep him together. Soap hated her, probably more than Gaz did, for what she had done to Gaz. “Glad to see the backside of them then,” he stated with a nod.

“For now,” Price stated into the silence as he too watched the cars turn a corner out of sight. Gaz turned his attention back to him with a look for apprehension and Price merely cut his eyes over to him with a knowing look.

#fanfic #fanfiction #call of duty fanfic #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 author #my fic #gaz fanfic #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #gaz x oc #keeping lines blurry

[platinumrosetail]

Yandere shadowpeach sliktea freenoodles dbkx child fem shiny infernape

So like we're one of the most powerful chimchars ever and somehow get to the other world and end up not ONLY becoming gijinka but also the frist child infernape ( we are 10 in human years so level 10 lol) and we bumped into the peaplo and save them and they have to chase us down from being chaotic and also not to burn everything down lol.

( I thought it be funny to have the boys rais a chaotic baby monkey Pokemon especially when that's fully evolved and for sun to taste his own medicine from journey of the West)

I had a chimchar evolution line!reader idea so this works out wonderfully for me, though it’s like my book for lmk on Wattpad anyway let’s get on with the show shall we?

Warning: noob author, platonic yandere characters, dark theme, chaos made from the reader, female!reader, and others.

Characters: shadowpeach, silktea/waterspider, free noodles, dbk family.

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Shadowpeach:

You were playing with one of you chimchar friends when you had accidentally fell through a portal that suddenly appearing beneath you.

You met them when the two weren’t on ffm and was in the shrine that sun had close to the city. You had saved one of the monkeys that lived there and was bright to them to be given a reward even though you had protested that you were fine without a reward.

When sun saw you he literally had hearts in his eyes as he found a new child to adopt, aka; you. Macaque saw how you looked almost like sun and wondered if you could be a long lost relative or something but dismissed it as you had explained what you were to him when he had asked.

You didn’t have stage fright so you and macaque usually put on plays for sun, mk, and bai he, though sun doesn’t know how you don’t have stage fright until you said that you just picture them with chickens for head or well torchic in this case.

You show them tricks you had learned from your tribe and on how your kind does these things called moves.

Mk one time took you to pigsy and you had accidentally set fire to pigsy’s noodles by sneezing, pigsy was a little mad but know that you couldn’t do anything about randomly sneezing so let it go, so that’s why you only meet pigsy and tang when their outside of their homes plus with the others; you and mk were a little guilty for a few weeks after that had happened but knew it wasn’t both of your fault as sneezes can be unpredictable at a short notice.

Sun will most definitely nuzzle up to you as you’re so adorable and proud of you for not being having stage fright most of the time and will try to use your advice. Macaque absolutely loves doing plays and improve with you with the others. Mk would take you with him for his deliveries and chat with your or listening to music with you. Bai he and you would color and play anytime you can get and sometimes the young monkeys that lives in the area would play with the both of you as well plus with adult monkey supervision.

Freenoodles:

You saved a noodle bow from crashing on the floor; that bow specifically belonged to tang which he had thanked you for it with a hug before realizing that you looked suspicious like sun and made theories on if you two were related or not.

Tang’s theory’s were ruined when you explained to them that you couldn’t be related to this ‘sun’ he was talking about as you came from another world different from this one and also how you got here in the first place.

They soon adopted you after that as you didn’t have your parents and will be alone and seeing as how you got interested by this world you seem to not want to go back but that was actually part of their plan to make you stay and let them adopt you.

You help pigsy save money by using your fire moves to light up the shop when it’s closed; though sometimes when it’s open then people would come by for a romantic date.

(I’m now just thinking about lady and the tramp scene with the spaghetti noodles lol)

You hang out with mk when he’s not busy and when tang and Piaget are busy, he tells you all about theirs ‘sun’ that’s also a monkey but isn’t the actual sun like you thought he was; though you still would of loved having a friend who was the sun.

Tang also tells you of other stories plus how he and pigsy met and became married which you loved.

(I would love to see how the two met plus how they met mk and when mk met mei along with how pigsy met Sandy like I know it was in the army if I remember correctly but still.)

They made sure that you have a nice loving home that you don’t want to leave from, like never ever leave from.

Dbk family:

Ok I don’t know how but you made your way to their hearts somehow even though you look like one of their enemies; sun wukong, but you did and I give you an applause 👏.

Now how you did it is because you had saved a artifact of theirs that they were going to use for something of course you didn’t know it was going to be used for evil.

And at first they had their guard up as you share the similar looks to this sun wukong you don’t know about and think you’re a spy of his. After ingesting truth serum without knowing and being asked again on then did they know your were telling the truth and redson even made a headset that would make you tell the truth no matter what just to be sure you’re in fact telling the truth.

They let their guard down and finally adopted you after that and made sure that you know that you’re now apart of their family and that you’ll forever be apart of their family; though they made it sound sweeter and innocent than it what it actually meant so you had no idea on the fact that even though you will possibly in the future wouldn’t like to be apart of their family but can’t leave anymore

And now that leads you to being adopted by them and becoming a daughter and sister to them in return. Redson was fascinated by how you use fire powers like him and even thought of a little theory that maybe you were his and mk’s future child but quickly dismissed it as soon as it went into his head but still blushed at the thought of his crush and him possibly having a child together.

Redson makes sure that you’re always with him when he goes out and let’s you meet mk and mei but as long as you stay close to him and don’t wonder off, the only way you’ll get away with wondering off is if you’re kidnapped but that hardly happens as redson makes sure to take care those that oppose him and his family.

Pif treats you like a daughter and have girls day all the time while dbk and you watches his cooking show and make stuff from it or from a cooking recipe, and sometimes you get to make something similar to the things you had in your world.

Waterspider/silktea:

You had saved one of Sandy’s cats as he had gotten lost and the two were trying to find it only to have found you and the cat underneath a tree looking like a mess.

Sandy saw on how you saved his cat and after a talk decided to adopt you though of course first having a talk about it with huntsman before actually doing it.

Sandy wondered and theorized if you could possibly be one of the monkey’s from ffm that got to the mainland but you explained to him and huntsman that you aren’t from the ‘ffm’ at all but came from another world.

Huntsman trains and play mock fighting with you to pass the time and lose any extra energy that would keep you up at night when it was time for bed. Sandy lets his cats sit around you so you can relax and pet them for stress relief while sipping on the tea he made for all of you.

The three of you watch movies plus with the cats around you and They always make sure to make snacks for it too; like popcorn, pizza, candy sometimes, noodles from pigsy’s, and other snacks like that.

Sandy has lots of arts and crafts and gave some to you so you can busy yourself and not worry about the feeling of homesick sometimes both sandy and huntsman do those arts and crafts with you even Mo would join in and lend a paw.

(I’m now picturing Mo putting paint on his paw and stomping it on a paper with a satisfied look 😂 he would look so accomplished, how adorable 😍lol.)

You like to help sandy when he lights some stress relief candles for all of you and for the group if they come by to visit you guy’s. The two make sure that you feel extra comfortable and happy so you don’t want to leave as you became a big part in their family.

(A/n: so reason why this took so long is because I had thanksgiving early and after that I got sick a little; it wasn’t food poisoning I just know that I got sick the next day, and I got better soon as I was taking the needed medicine for it but I still have a bit of a coughing problem right now and have a bit of a problem with my nose, though my nose is more of the problem than my coughing. Anyway hope y’all like what I did with it and have a wonderful day/evening/night!!!)

(P.s: I didn’t really mention what part of the line you are and if you’re a shiny because I wanted that to be y’all choice so I hope that’s ok 👍!)

#anime #various x reader #anime x reader #x reader stories #lego monkie kid x reader #lego monkie kid #crossover #anime crossover #jttw #lmk macaque #genshin crossover #genshin impact #x male reader #platonic #yandere x reader #yandere #shadowpeach #silktea #lmk freenoodles

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

I don’t understand why people are hung up about NDA/no phones. if I was marrying Chris I would totally insist on NDA’S for allstaff involved(we don’t know a) if there were NDA & b) if there was who were required to sign them as it’s rumor at this stage). I would also apply a no phone policy on guests as well especially with the way the fans stalk anyone randomly connected to Chris to see if they post anything. His sisters wedding was classic example of fans stalking and posting pictures from innocent guests.

. I would supply them with photos from the official photographer and let the guests just enjoy themselves. As for his friends posting at hotels/his house/sightseeing etc I don’t see that as a problem because it’s not the wedding itself. Posting from his house the next day isn’t strange as it’s a big house and they obviously stayed there. Chris would have spent his wedding night probably at the new house or a hotel.

Thoughts on PT wedding they fly in Monday, Tuesday check location and anything that needs doing, Wednesday wedding and fly out for honeymoon Thursday and the fandom doesn’t even realize. Then some guests stay and enjoy the sights of the area posting their trip and others go back to doing their own things.

The planner was in PT the same time as the famous photo came out of Chris and Alba and made a comment about a location and how it would be great for a September wedding so September was already picked and so I guess they already had date and booked the location during that trip.

About the last part, that's possible! Just my opinion but I think choosing the wedding location in May doesn't look like a long planning phase. Just my opinion!

[howlingguardian]

Have you decided on Trigger Events for any of the Butchers?

Sorry I took so long to get around to this!

I've got Trigger Events sorted out for a few of them, but it's not been a massive priority given that it doesn't really come up in the text much.

That said, Butcher's trigger was being randomly assaulted by an Empire cape after months of increasing harassment. The physical damage, the pain, and the envy/hatred of the power the cape had, caused him to get super strength, the agony attack, and the transference power.

Vladimir, I'm thinking was attacked due to homophobia. It was the 90s, we could definitely stick something in there about blood and fear of AIDS, but it could be something like being pursued, cornered, and either stabbed or strangled so he could feel the life fading from him. And he ends up with a powerset that encourages pursuing people and draining the life from them.

Not really any clear idea for Flinch or Dirty Rotter, but Needler's trigger was centred around drugs, mainly heroin. The feeling of her body slowly degrading around her, the fear of sharp things being stabbed into vital areas, and she got a power that's pretty much the exact opposite. She was a cluster trigger, so there's also her clustermate The Demolitionist to consider- she wanted to destroy the entire awful situation they were in, and got an ability to sense the weak points in large structures for mass demolition, plus a bit of strenght and regeneration to survive any collapses.

Firecracker I'm thinking was trying to get out of a bad situation and kept being found out and beaten. She got super strength to fight back and a teleport that lets her escape while also drawing massive attention to herself.

Tock Tick is a Tinker, so obviously his trigger involved a long build up of problems he couldn't solve. Something gradual, repetitive, grinding him down like the ticking of a clock.

Stoneknapper was trying to make it as an artist, doing sculptures, but also resented how little control he had over his life. He borrowed money for better tools and materials, couldn't pay it back, and when the loan sharks came to collect and started slamming him into a pile of junk, he triggered, turned the junk into weapons, and quickly murdered them.

Bearskin triggered from the fact that his own presence was enough to infuriate everyone around him. He didn't quite realise that his racism and other people's emotions were a sort of chicken and egg situation. Now he's got a power that reproduces that situation on demand.

Tactical simply triggered because he couldn't live up to his father's impossible expectations of him as part of the old man's mercenary crew. He got encyclopedic knowledge of weaponry and instant strategic acumen, but the problem was always hisfather being an asshole, and getting powers didn't change that.

Anchorage triggered from being bruatlised by a racist cop. He was crushing her under his weight, and she got a power that lets her alter the weight and mass of a given object.

Nemean is a Case 53, so she doesn't have a trigger, but her vial was influenced by the fact that she was riddled with shrapnel when she was fed it. So she got unbreakable skin to protect herself, plus claws and teeth to attack.

Muramasa might have got a Shaker power for his unsafe environment if he hadn't witnessed his father murder his mother and then attack him. After the first few blows landed, he triggered, grabbed a breadknife, and bisected his father in one swing.

Quarrel's a tough one. Blaster's trigger from living ranged threats. Maybe someone was shooting at her from around corners, in a way that she couldn't get a clear shot to defend herself. So she got a power for offense that lets her always hit her target.

Hope this is what you were looking for!

#my stuff #ask #my writing #fanfiction #parahumans #worm #here comes the new boss

[pokenimagines]

SFW | Ingo | Fic

A bit of hurt/comfort with our boy, romantic or platonic? Like if Reader/Protag starts asking Ingo about what he remembers about his old life, which leads to Reader eventually confessing that they still haven't had any of their previous memories show up and they're unsure if they ever will?

This one is kinda short and stuff; it was still fun to write. Hope you enjoy. There's not really much hurt/comfort, mainly just a convo between the Reader and Ingo.

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SFW Ingo: Memories of Old

"So...what memories do you have?" You asked randomly one day. You were chilling by the Dojo with Ingo, enjoying the warm weather. You two had been relatively quiet as you wrote down some things in your pokedex that you had to turn in at a later date. That question had been bumping around in your head for a few weeks now, but you hadn't had the courage to ask.

Ingo paused at hearing you, thinking for a moment before sighing, "I recall another man like me. I always thought I was looking in a mirror in these memories, but there were differences. He wore white. I also recall a chandelier like pokemon that was always by my side." Ingo said, trying to think hard about it.

"Is that all?" You asked, playing with the edge of a page. You didn't even want to look at Ingo right now.

"I also remember there being a train...like a high speeding pokemon almost? It could carry a lot of people. And battling alongside someone...I think it might've been the man who looked like me." Ingo admitted.

"So you had a twin probably, huh?" You asked and Ingo shrugged. He adjusted his hat to block the sun, and maybe a bit of his face.

"Perhaps; it does sound right." Ingo finally said, "My other half..." He hummed under his breath.

"If you had the opportunity to go back, do you think you could take it?" You asked, finally looking at him properly.

"I'm unsure, I have a lot of duties here in Hisui...but I can't say that I don't yearn to get back to whatever I had going on before. Even if I don't remember it, I still miss it." Ingo admitted. Your heart hurt for him, but quickly he turned the tables.

"What do you recall? I heard you also lost a lot of memories when you came here." Ingo said and now you almost felt cornered.

"I don't really remember anything still...I don't think my memories will ever come back." You admitted, after a pregnant pause. Ingo was silent for a moment as he looked down at you. He sighed before getting on the ground to sit besides you.

"Then I guess we're just going to have to make more memories for you." Ingo said, one arm going around your shoulder to pull you closer. You chuckled, leaning into him a bit before the thought struck.

"If you had the opportunity to leave...do you think Arceus would let me come with you?" You asked; the thought of Ingo going back to where he came while you were stuck in Hisui was...unpleasent.

"You're the one who knows Arceus...you should ask." Ingo teased with a small smirk on his face.

"I'll get right on that..."

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[jumpscaregoose]

briefly turning into a travel blog to talk about seeing the eclipse today because it was fucking awesome alright

this is my new favourite picture I've ever taken, this is my iphone's approximation of what totality looked like where I watched it

I was lucky enough to live within a few hour's drive of totality so my family and I drove out to waterford, ontario to see it (might as well say where I was because I'm posting very identifiable landscapes and am not there anymore. highly recommend going there if you're in the area). we literally only chose to go there because my mom picked it randomly from a map. thank you mom that was a great choice

it was cloudy as shit when we first arrived so we were a bit worried. and then while wandering around on a bridge we met the most stereotypical small town canadian old man ever shoutout to him he was awesome.

waterford also has a 10/10 banger small museum in a FORMER PICKLE FACTORY of all places and that would have been worth going by itself. today they had an exhibit of locally created skateboard art pieces (painted and decorated skateboards) in addition to their regular agricultural stuff and MASTODON LEG!!!!!!!

there's also an old railway bridge within walking distance of downtown and I love trains AND bridges so off course I had to go see that. except the trails from the museum don't connect to the bridge. however! the youth of waterford served me well because right off the trail there was a worn-down path between the brush that led up under the bridge and around on top. I would have climbed through the brush if I had to though I was Committed to this bridge.

like look at this view. fucking gorgeous

even stumbled across some familiar faces making a nest on the bridge... these guys were really chill and I was above them behind a railing so I didn't worry about getting mauled

and as is obvious from these photos the cloud cover had totally cleared up by this point (and the eclipse had started)

here's an attempted cellphone-plus-eclipse-glasses photo that didn't really work. you can see the missing part of the sun though

we sat in a park with around 200 other people to watch the eclipse and totality here was around 3:18 pm

and oh my god totality. so worth it. everything was weirdly dim for 15 minutes before and after and they do not lie about it getting colder. I had to put my jacket on so I didn't freeze. birds were chirping like crazy and the street lights came on. I watched most of the eclipse entering totality through my glasses but took them off a biiiiiiiiiitttt too early and saw the diamond ring effect, which was also gorgeous.

totality was really dark, way more than in my photos, and it looked like there was a sunrise 360 degrees around on the horizon.

here's a worse photo because you can scroll up to see the good one

the sun looks like a donut in all my pictures but in real life it was just like in all the, well, better pictures

and then totality ended and we skedaddled out of there before traffic got crazy. and then we got stuck in a bit of traffic because the traffic lights had not been reconfigured for the massive amount of people.

#I don't think I could have had a more perfect eclipse viewing experience #when I say it was cloudy in the morning it was CLOUDY but it all cleared up by afternoon #ideal experience. would cosmic event there again

[smolgirlbigdreams]

GTWAC Day 15: Lore

Okay, so... I'm not entirely sure what to write for this, considering I have a Google Doc with 60,000+ words that's just Perthea worldbuilding and lore BUT HERE WE GO

So, here's a bit of lore for the world of Too Small To Be Afraid! (This is also kind of subject to change depending on where I go with worldbuilding in the future but shhhh)

Basically, there's many different worlds out there with many different kinds of people. Travel between worlds is made possible through portals. If you are part of a species that has a part of the brain known as "transistors," you can both summon portals and, while using them, adapt to the different scales of different worlds as you travel between them. Pertheans, from Perthea, have transistors. Humans, from Earth, do not.

Portals can either be summoned, or they can appear randomly in vast, empty areas away from civilizations. Because humans don't have transistors, they can't summon portals, and didn't actually discover them until Earth's age of exploration, around the 1400s AD. When they found Perthea, they couldn't adapt to the size of the world (the size being 1:20 on something I've called Dahlean's Scale, which is a story for another time). Thus, humans appear around 3 inches or so in this world. (Perthea has its own measurement system, but, again, a story for another time.)

People went between Earth and other worlds for a long time, until the late 1800s AD when the leaders of Earth came together and decided to forbid travel to and from other worlds. Anyone who was not human was sought out and sent back to their own world. Those who did not comply were imprisoned or killed. Many families were able to flee, while those not so lucky were torn apart. This part of Earth's history ended up being swept under the rug as forbidden knowledge to those on Earth. In this way, Earth closed itself off completely from other worlds. Some still travel to and from Earth in secret, although this is very risky, especially as technology on the planet improves making it easier to catch the use of portals.

I hope to actually get to some of this lore in the book, but I probably won't be covering all of it. 😅 Anyway, that's just a sneak peak of what I've come up with! I hope you enjoyed reading! :)

#giant/tiny #g/t #perthea #tstba #too small to be afraid #g/t writing #gtwac

[festivepuppetryy]

OC ASK TIME!! 1, 11, and 27

"1. Your first OC ever?"

I don't think I could remember my very first, but I could definitely describe an early one. When I was younger I used to play a sh#t-ton of Animal Jam, like I hardcore loved that game to shreds, one of my favorite things to do in-game besides relaxing in an empty server was roleplaying in Sarepia Forest- But I didn't do Warrior Cats or wolves or whatever, I roleplayed as weird sh#t like ghosts/shadow people, mutated abominations, creatures that disguised themselves as normal animals, steampunk men, robots, etc. (Funny how I haven't changed, huh?) Anyways, one of these characters was an arctic wolf that was pitch black and had red eyes, and had a tuxedo and a fancy top hat..of course he was a wolf, visually, but I liked to imagine him as a very tall (maybe 10 feet?) scary Victorian ghostguy with sharp teeth, he would hide in obscured areas like under bushes and would watch and wait for other peoples characters to come by to snatch them and drag them into the shadows to be killed and even eaten. I think I remember him even being able to shapeshift and using that ability to lure others to their deaths. One of his forms was a rabbit. Over the years he was slowly forgotten, but now he is back in my mind and now I am FLABBERGASTED at how similar to how many of my current OCs he is. Especially Butler Guy. holy sh#t. me in like 2014 - 2015: tall creepy shapeshifting Victorian shadow ghost man with red eyes who wears a tuxedo and lurks in the dark and lures people in to kill and perhaps eat them me in 2023: tall creepy shapeshifting Victorian shadow ghost man with red eyes who wears a tuxedo and lurks in the dark and lures people in to kill and perhaps eat them

"11. Is there any OC of yours you could describe as a “sunshine”?"

Pretty much every circus OC I have lmao, with maybe like…3 exceptions. But we aren't here to focus on those guys we're here to focus on a happy lil guy…and todays happy lil guy is….drum roll……..Victor! So unpredictable right. Just look at my pfp. Look at that stupid face. Excited kitten vibes. He used to be quite shy and reserved but he had a moment in his life where he realized it was okay to be himself as long as it wasn't hurting himself or anyone. He started getting into entertainment business in the 1800's and it went from there, he loves people and loves when people are having fun!!! He loves his wife!! And kids!! He is so full of love!!!!!!!!!

"27. Any OCs that were inspired by a certain song?"

Parts of stories inspired by songs? A couple. But conjured up entirely from a song? Just one. Funnily enough it was Isaac lmao, this was sometime during 2019 and I was vibing to music and Had An Idea. And of all songs it was this lol: https://youtu.be/e2qG5uwDCW4

His story was originally a love story (so glad this changed), but I couldn't draw him and forgot about him over the course of like..2 years until his concept randomly came back to me in late 2021-something during the early days of Modernparanormal. Back then he still had the prisoner backstory, but it wasn't nearly as fleshed out as it is now. Thunderbird wasn't even involved with Isaac in any way, he was just Katt's sh#tty incubus (iirc, at the time. He's a different thing now) landlord XD (also glad this changed). Isaac lived in a mansion with Gabriel and Vincent (who also had a love story background at the time, blegh), Vincent was a melancholic hopeless romantic, Gabriel was..very very sad, and Isaac was the chaotic one. Over time their stories became separated and changed, and now Isaac is calm, Gabriel is happy, and Vincent is chaotic as f#ck. Isaac went through many design changes over the years, and I may cover them eventually since they've all got their weird little ups and downs, and it'd be interesting to focus on how it evolved, what traits I kept or changed or completely removed and whatnot. Nowadays this is the song I think fits Isaac's backstory the most: https://youtu.be/1HUqreTtn-A

"Well, that is that, and this is this You tell me what you want and I'll tell you what you get You get away from me, you get away from me Collected my belongings and I left the jail Well, thanks for the time, I needed to think a spell I had to think awhile, I had to think awhile"

#character asks #my asks or whatever #long text post #talking..or whatever... idk... #my OCs #WB: Modernparanormal #music