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One Hell Of A First Mission - Task Force 141!Platonic x F!Reader - JOKER

Summary: The very first mission you (JOKER) go on with Task Force 141, you end up clearing a house and finding the one person you need to find wasn’t there anymore. You’re then quickly flown out to meet the Los Vaqueros which results in you jumping off a cliff and being helped out by the one person you wish you never had to work with again. (THIS FOLLOWS THE LINES OF THE START OF THE COD:MWII 2022. And is before the events of JOKER and the previous parts)

Proof Read: NOPE

Pairing: Task Force 141!Platonic x Female!Reader

WordCount: 5k

Age Rating: 16+ preferably

Codename: JOKER

KEY: Y’all should know this by now… Y/N - Your Name so on and so forth

Warning/Info: Normal COD Stuff, Guns, violence, swearing, depiction of action, horrible writing on my part. Kinda a slow burn but it is the back story of how JOKER join the 141. Philip Graves gets his own fuckin’ warning. Sorry not sorry. A lot of time skips, because I’m following the plot of the game for this one the next chapters coming!

PLEASE READ THE PREVIOUS PARTS TO GET A BETTER UNDERSTANDING OF JOKER! (If you want) This does take place before the events of JOKER and the previous parts.

Previous Parts can be found here: MASTERLIST (And other things I’ve written)

TagList: @studywithrosie01 Sorry for tagging you but you’ve shown so much love for this series so I thought I should tag for you this part! I hope you don’t mind! And @robins-fanfics (I hope I got the right user name lol) (Tell me if you want to be added or taken off the tag list for this series!)

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Your boot taps the ground rapidly, hands curled around the gun in your lap. “Calm down kid, they aren’t that scary” Price states, you’ve known him for a long while. He’s practically your dad at this point, he helped you throughout your career in the military. Pushed you to your limit to get you into the SAS which you’re beyond thankful for, yet right now you’re wondering if that was a bright idea. You’re meeting up with the Lieutenant of the Task Force that Price has made. You were the first one to meet Laswell in person, she had a nice, friendly smile but you could tell she is tough as nails. “I know Captain, but… he’s ‘The Ghost’ the man everyone is scared of, he bloody appears outta nowhere!” You state, looking over at the bearded man, he shakes his head lightly. “Well, you’ll be following his lead for now kid. He’s being instructed by Shepherd on this mission” you sigh at hearing this, you’ve had a few run-ins with the US military a few times. They couldn’t understand your accent for the life of them, that’s one of the many cons from living in a household with multiple accents under one roof.

You have no clue what this mission is going to be like, you’re meeting up with another man apparently. He’s meeting you and Lieutenant Riley at the tarmac, just as you’re scheduled to fly out. You can’t help the nerves that are filling your energy, the jitters of anticipation and the fear of what is to come next. “I’ll see you soon kid, stay safe” Price states, drawing you out of your running mind. You nod to him as you give him a fist pump, a light head bump. You two have always done that, a fist pump which turns into a light head bump of good luck, and see you soon. You never part ways without it.

You steel your nerves as you walk out onto the air field, catching a plane to meet up with the Lieutenant and the new guy. Not sure what to expect of your new team mates when you meet them, or how they operate. But there’s excitement bubbling in your veins.

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“So you’re the new kid?” A grumbly voice sounds out from behind you. Spinning on your heel you come face to face with the signature skull of Lieutenant Riley. “Yes Sir” you state, not breaking eye contact, even though the cold sweat dripping down the back of your neck is screaming at you to run. “Come on then” he states, walking past you, his large frame towering over you, gulping back the nerves you trot after him. Quickly falling into step with the man.

The engine and blades of the chopper are loud, the wind it’s creating ruffling your jacket as you stand next to the Lieutenant. Both of you have stopped when an armoured vehicle with a bunch of soldiers in the back pulled up. Ghost was talking with Shepherd, “The Sergeant?” Ghost questions, he knew you were coming but didn’t know himself and another person were going to be leading this operation. Your interest piqued when you hear him say that. You subconsciously readjust the balaclava that’s on your face slightly, the sinister joker-like smile staring at anyone who looks. You watch as men jump off the armoured vehicle, waiting to see who is this new Sergeant that’s going to be leading you and other men into a war zone with the Lieutenant.

A man in a dark jacket approached you both as soon as he jumped off the vehicle. A smirk on his face already. “Let’s get ourselves a win, yeah L.T?” He states, bumping the Lieutenant’s shoulder with his fist. “Save ya a seat, sir…” you watch the exchange with raised brows, the black war paint around your eyes cracking slightly. The man nods to you too, the smile back on his face as he jogs off towards the chopper. “See you on the Chopper, Lieutenant” you state, quickly following the Sergeant. You hear a faint “Fucking Hell…” from behind you, a short snort leaving you as you jump onto the ramp. Looking for a seat. Waving from the corner of your eye catches your attention, it’s the Sergeant. You smile under your mask as you make your way over, throwing yourself into the seat.

“They call me Soap!” He states, holding his hand out to you, you take his hand with a firm grip. “Joker! Good to meet ya!” You notice the Scottish accent, it’s interesting to hear one compared to all the English accents you hear on a daily basis. Your nerves have been drowned out by the adrenaline rushing through your veins. This Soap seems to have a good energy about him, you could get used to this.

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“Bravo team offloads here. Alpha team stays on board to land down range. Both teams meet in the middle. Remember, we want Hassan alive, but this is capture or kill” the Lieutenant states as he approaches the ramp that is lowering to let Brave team out. Both you and Soap stand to follow Ghost, you flick down your night vision as soon as you step out. You snicker lightly at hearing Ghost saying “Keep up Soap” honestly surprised he didn’t say that to you instead.

You kneel in the grass, out of the way of the chopper as it takes off to drop Apha team off down range. You jog after Lieutenant Riley, keep a few paces behind him. Your sniper rifle in your hands as your Semi Automatic is strapped to your back. You hear the radio chatter of the chopper in your ear, it’s louder than the blood rushing through your veins as you weave through the ruins of a stone building. You're zoned in on the mission, keeping your eyes peeled for anything and everything.

Suddenly you hear the frantic calls from the chopper, the whooshing hissing sound of a RPG being launched echoes through the night. The flares are not helping the chopper for the second missile. You come to a halt at the top of the small hill, the ground shakes form the impact of the aircraft plummeting into the ground. “Shit…” you curse under your breath, your knee digging into the dirt below you as Soap crouches down on your right and Ghost on your left. “Alpha, what’s your status?” Ghost asks over the comms, the crackling sound of coughing breaks through the haze. “Alpha, how copy?…” Ghost pushes for an answer. “Shit…” you curse under your breath. You block out the conversation over the comms, raising the Sniper up. Watching the flames lick the ground like a hungry beast, another missile hitting the chopper along with countless bullets raining down onto the downed bird.

“Ghost we need to secure the crash site now” Soap calls, his eyes moving from the chopper to the Lieutenant. “First, we clear for Hassan, that takes the heat off Alpha. Then we secure the crash site. Clear?” The timbre of Ghost’s voice cuts through the air like a knife. “Roger that.” Both you and Soap reply. “Let’s move” as soon as his words leave his mouth, you’re off your knees immediately, quickly falling in behind Ghost. Your boots hit the hard earth like thunder on the horizon, your rifle up and ready. You weave around small bushes, following Ghost through the low walls of what looks like a garden. “Force up to the house” his command is clear as you branch off to the side, Soap filling the gap between you and Ghost. You position yourself on the other side of the door, looking down the scope of your rifle. You glance up at Ghost and nod to him, he nods back to you and Soap. You hear the muffled yells of “Kill all that they send here!” From the other side of the door. “Breacher Up” Ghost calls as he swings the heavy breacher into the wooden door.

—— Time Skip —— Mission With Los Vaqueros —

Your heart is thumping in your ears as you groan, pushing yourself to your hands and knees. “You good lass?” Soap questions, both of you just dropped down to a ledge on the side of a cliff. It has a hearty drop. You’re following a few of the men who work for Alejandro. Ghost is watching from above you, Alejandro with him. “Y-Yeah..” you cough, gripping your gun tightly as you turn around. “Oh hell no” you state, seeing the gap between the ledge you’re on and the one you have to jump to. Alejandro says something about cutting school and playing around these parts when he was younger. “Until the cartels moved in?” Soap quips before taking a running leap onto the ledge in front of you. Alejandro and Ghost jump down, quickly cutting in front of you and Soap. They easily shuffle along the small ledge on the side of the cliff, backs pressed against the wall as they move along it, you swallow down the nerves in your throat. Soap goes ahead of you, followed by Rodriguez - one of Alejandro's men - then you follow after. Your hands shake as you shuffle along the wall. Then the sound of a bullet flying past your head into the rock wall behind you makes you freeze. Ghost yells something that you don’t process as you watch Rodrigues get shot multiple times. His body falling away from the cliff, rag dolling down.

“JOKER MOVE IT!” Soap yells, ducking when a bullet flys over head. You shake your head free of fog, quickly shuffling most the way, taking the risk of leaping to the ledge. You do a tactical roll when you hit the ground, sliding up onto your knees. Breathing heavily, you don’t get a chance to breathe, Soap already pulling you up by your arm. You push yourself up onto the ledge that's higher, running after Soap and Alejandro. Ghost right on your heels. You throw yourself off the ledge onto the one that's lower, landing on your feet, stumbling into a sprint again. Rifle gripped tightly in your hands. You watch Soap disappear behind the lip of the ledge, realising you're gonna have to slide. Your hand falls behind you as you stick one of your legs out to brace yourself while sliding down the rough rock face, thankful you're wearing gloves and thick cargo pants. You stand just behind the others as they stand at the edge of the cliff, Ghost sneers out a “You led us to a dead end, mate.” You internally curse Alejandro.

Your blood runs cold when you see the Mexican soldier launch himself off the cliff, yelling out “We jump from here!”. “WHAT THE FUCK!” You yell, quickly looking over the ledge. “Don’t lose your weapon” he yells just before he lands in the water. “Your turn, Sergeant!” Ghost states, both you and Soap look between each other. “See ya down there, Lass.” He quips, doing a two finger salute before jumping. You back away from the ledge slightly, your head whips towards the Lieutenant. “Go kid, there’s no time! We stay here, we’re dead. Now jump!” you gulp as you tighten your grip on the rifle, you take a running leap off the ledge. You plunge into the icy water, your eyes screwing shut just before the impact. You quickly resurface, the water soaking the balaclava. Not helping with breathing, your breathing is heavy as you tread water. “You good, hermanos?” Alejandro asks. “Affirm” Ghost states, he’s next to you. “Soap?” The Scotsman nods his head “Breathing” he quips. “Joker?” You let out a small cough, shaking your head lightly to get the water out of your face. “Alive…” you mumble.

“Move down river to the bridge. Use the rocks for cover” Alejandro instructs, you all take off swimming down the river. You’re thankful you're going with the current, cause god knows you would’ve bailed and just went on land if you were desperate enough. Alejandro tries contacting someone on comms, you're too focused on not letting your heavy tactical gear get caught on anything under water, or drag you to the river bed. “Radio’s picking up somethin.” Soap states, you’re in the middle of the group, your smaller size getting dragged by the current quicker than the others. “Sounds American” Ghost states, he’s just behind you on your right. “Great, Yanks” you sneer. Everyone dives as soon as a vehicle comes into view, Alejandro stops behind a rock. Soap right behind him, Ghost a little further down. Before you can even attempt to stop at one of the rocks, Ghost grabs the strap of your vest, dragging you up next to him. “Thanks Lieutenant.” you mumble, you are situated just below the large long log that’s fallen across the river, resting on the large rock both you and Ghost are behind. You duck occasionally whenever bullets whiz past your head. Your feet slip and you plunge into the water, resurfacing quickly. Gasping for air as you grip onto the rough rock, you're thankful for the strap on your stifle still around your shoulder. “Fuckin hell” you curse.

“Keep pushing up river.” Alejandro calls. You groan as you struggle to keep your head above the water, and your gun trained on the shore where the enemies are. All three of the men are six foot plus, while you're below all their chins on flat ground. You dive underwater, seeing Ghost come to a stop at another set of rocks, Alejandro and Soap go around the two of you and perch themselves slightly down from you. You practically throw yourself onto the rock shelf that's just below the water, taking the short time to regain your breath. “Move up river! Go!” Alejandro calls again, you groan as you see them move off. Your eyes meet Ghost’s for a second. You bite your tongue and push off the rock, following after them. You dive under a log that's just above the water's surface. You resurface just behind a rock, coming face to face with a Mexican soldier who has their gun aimed at you, you're quick to train your rifle on them, letting a bullet lodge itself in the man's skull.

“The rivers slowing us down, mate!” Ghost calls, you can tell he’s agitated by being in the water for so long. “It gets shallow up ahead!” Alejandro states. “Oh thank god, the waters up to my fucking eyes!” You call, shooting down a few more men that are on the shore. You feel like your skin is in ice cold water, your clothing sticks to you as your plate carrier weighs you down. Boots slipping over the algae covered rocks, you just wanna rip the boots off your feet and the plate carrier off your chest. You push your way through the water, quickly grabbing the rock. You’re beyond thankful for the shallow water, you are crouched low behind a rock. You hear your lieutenant’s strong accent cut through the air, your stomach dropping when you hear what he’s saying. “Vehicles on the bridge!” You whip your head around to look at the bridge, “They’re not ours!” Alejandro calls “Fuck-! It’s the army!” You peek over the edge of the rock to look, eyes widening to see the heavily armoured vehicles roll onto the bridge. “Get to cover!” Ghost calls, you quickly duck back down and press your back up against the rock. “We have to hold here and get extraction” Alejandro states. Soap slides up next to you, Ghost next to him then Alejandro. “We can’t do shite against that armour!” The Scotsman states, you reload as you listen to the firefight happening.

Suddenly an American accent cuts through the firefight “This is shadow-1! Engaging the bridge north of your position. Danger close!” You realise who is speaking, it's Philip Graves, the man you’ve worked with in the past. “Who the hell is that?” Alejandro asks, “Commander Graves. Shadow Company. They’re with us.” Ghost states, he glances at you when he realises you’ve gone very quiet when the American’s voice cuts through. The rumble of the bridge getting hit by the large shots trembling the ground, you watch as the bridge crumbles “Shadow-1, Bravo 0-7! Good Shots! Fire for effect!” Ghost says over the comms. “All stations, no enemy movement detected. You’re clear.” Graves states over the comms, you sigh as you stand shaking out your shoulders. “It’s good to see you boys.” You grumble lightly under your breath when the American states this “Likewise, mate” Ghost states, he nudges you to move when Alejandro calls ‘This way!’ You fall into a run, splashing through the water, jumping over a few larger rocks. “Graves, we’ve located a vehicle for exfil.” Ghost states as you all run up the slight hill from the river towards a pick up. “Roger that. Be advised, we got a possible hit on Hassan, two kicks north of your position.” Grave states, you roll your neck as you come to halt by the back door of the pick up, climbing into the back. “That’s cartel land. They have a compound there.” Alejandro states, you’ve been quiet the entire time. “Load in!” Ghost calls. “Shadow-1, stand-by…” You watch as Ghost slides in next to you, Soap climbing into the front seat and Alejandro into the driver's seat. “I’ll drive,” Alejandro states. “You boys, good to roll up Hassan with some fire from the sky?” Graves asks, everyone looks at each other. The boys nod, you just shrug as you look out the window. Ghost watches you with a raised brow hidden under his mask. “Let’s wrap this fucker up, Graves” Soap states. “Solid copy. We are pushing to the target di-rectly. Shadow-1 out.” You slump back into the seat. Letting out a sigh, you rub the space between your brows, pushing the balaclava up a little.

—— Time skip to grabbing Hassan ——

“Breaching” Soap calls, the door gets bashed open by the Scotsman. “They’re here!” “Get the Major upstairs!” Multiple cartel members yell. You’re the first one to shoot down a few men and spot the man you’re all here for, you quickly switch on the comms, the throat mic switching on. “Shadow-1! Positive ID on Hassan!” You call, rushing forward. “He’s moving upstairs!” Soap calls, he’s right behind you, followed by Ghost and Alejandro. Grave’s brows raise when he recognises the female voice come through the comms. “Graves, he’s exiting the second floor! North-west side!” Ghost states over the comms. “Got a visual on Hassan!” Alejandro states, you're quickly moving across the second floor outside. You ignore whatever is happening over the comms, you enter the building again. “Get down!” Soap calls “Get down! Now!” Alejandro growls. “Get the fuck down!” You sneer, your sights aimed directly at Hassan’s head, “Who the fuck are you?” Hassan questions, his voice holding venom. The man who was with Hassan is now dead on the ground, Alejandro moves forward. “Mexican Special Forces, you're coming with us…” the restraints get secured around the man's wrists. You can see the anger in Alejandro's movements when he restrains Hassan, you keep your gun trained on Hassan. “Shadow-1, Bravo 0-7. Jackpot. I say again, jackpot. Target is secure.” Ghost states over the comms, you look over at the Lieutenant. Graves asks a question about the exfil, which Alejandro answers. Soap slaps a hand down on your shoulder, giving you a nod of approval. You nod back, a small smile hidden under your mask. A few moments of conversations between Graves and Ghost gets drowned out by the rumbling of heavy tires on the earth, your own stomach twists into uncomfortable knots as you realise that it's the Mexican Army. “For fucks sakes. Do we ever get a break?” You ask, the question not directed to anyone. “Not this time ‘round Lass” Soap states as he looks out the window towards all the heavy armoured vehicles.

Graves says something about the shadows being able to engage the convoy, the next thing you know is the whisper of a large 25mm round flying through the air. The deep thunderous sound of it hitting the earth shakes the building, the sound of metal crunching and being destroyed rings in your ears as you look around the room. The earth continues to shake when smaller rounds and bigger rounds make contact witht he earth, your blood is bubbling under the service, you need to move. You want to do something and not just sit around and wait for your next order. The next thing you know you're running down the stairs at breakneck speed, Hassan being dragged behind you as you kick open the door to the outside, the exfil vehicle ready for you all. Ghost cuts in front of you as you get out the door, followed by Alejandro then Soap who has Hassan in a death grip. You spin around keeping your gun up and looking for any movement that needs to be dealt with. “Come on! Come on!” Rodolfo calls over the comms, you are happy to see him again. Hassan spits something out that you don’t quite catch as the screeching of tires and the blood rushing through your ears is all you can hear. You do clearly hear Soap growl out a “Shut the fuck up!” When he shoves Hassan into the side of the Vehicle. “Fuuuuuck” you groan as you realise you're the smallest on the team, you immediately open the door and climb over the back seat into the back compartment of the vehicle. Rodolfo and Alejandro speak to each other in Spanish, you only make out a few words as you're trying to get comtoble in the one spot no one is supposed to really sit in these types of vehicles. “We’re good!” Soap calls, “Go!” Ghost growls. “Joker?” Rodolfo asks as he glances up in the rear view mirror, spotting you peeking over the back of the seat between Ghosts’ and Hassan's head. “Happy as Larry!” You joke, you're not comfortable by any means but you know you just want to get the hell out of here already.

—— Time Skip To Interrogation of Hassan ——

You sit on the hood of one of the Vehicles, the headlights cutting through the thick blanket of darkness that covers the desert. The animals of the night linger just beyond the lights. Alejandro and Soap drag Hassan into the middle of the group of vehicles, shoving him to his knees with a bag over his head. “On your knees” Soap growls out as he steps back. You got here before Graves did, you aren’t happy about having to conduct this interrogation with the American present, you hated working with him in the past and right now you still are sour about being near him, especially on a mission that you were hoping to just be yourself and the 141 accompanied by the Los Vaqueros. Graves is kneeling down setting up the laptop which has General Shepherd and Laswell on the other end, your Criss cross applesauce on the hood of the vehicle. “Y’all got a clear picture?” You cringe at the drawl in his words. You hear a “Crystal” and a “All Set” fromt he other two members of the video call. You inch your way forward to have your feet dangling off the edge of the hood as soon as Graves moves away, your feet coming to rest on the bumper. “Alright, we are live, folks” Graves states as he approaches Hassan, the bag no longer on the kneeling man's head.

“Do you sepal Arabic?” Hassan questions, looking up at Graves.

“No one other than you” you mumble, knowing he won't hear you.

“No” Grave relplies.

“Farsi?”

“No.”

“Course not.” Hassan states with a smirk playing on his lips, “Then I’ll speak your bastardised Medieval English because you are all uneducated street dogs” You jump off the hood to curse him out in every language that you have learnt, but you get held back by a heavy hand. You look over your shoulder at who has stopped you, Ghost shakes his head lightly knowing that anger that is bubbling in you. You have too much adrenaline still coursing through your veins.

“Ahh, see… we’re getting off to a bad start here, Hassan” Graves starts as he tucks his thumbs into the top of his tac vest and looks down at the ground, something he always does when he's about to interrogate someone. “You are talking to a Quds Force officer” Hassan states. Graves leans in slightly, “You’re the commander of a foreign terror organisation” “I can say the same to you.” You know Hassan is gonna get under everyone’s skin, but you know damn well that Philip Graves has that skill as well. “What’s your target, “Major”?” You almost snort at the way Hassan’s brows scrunch in displeasure.

“What was your target when they sent missiles to my land?” Hassan questions.

“Oh well, wild guess… To nail your ass” Graves looks down at Hassan.

“So insolent and foul-mouthed. You will learn to respect me when your nation sees fire”

Graves steps closer to Hassan “You are in bed with the cartel, Hassan” he starts “If you disappeared, no one would know where to look for the fuckin’ stain” he growls out through a tight lipped frown.

A small shiver runs down your spin when you hear Hassan let out a small tiny pathetic chuckle of a ‘ha’.

“I have no doubt you’ll take pleasure in torturing me.” Hassan states when he looks back up at Grave from shaking his head lightly, a smile on his face. This time Soap speaks, his voice accent thick compared to the others.

“Who’d you get American missiles from?” You lean your elbows onto your knees, you jerk lightly when you suddenly hear General Shepherd speak. Almost forgetting him and Laswell are on the video call.

“I don’t care who they’re from. I wanna know where they’re going.” You almost want to yell at the older man, for overpowering Soap’s question which was a good question.

Graves was looking at the laptop before stepping away from Hassan, that's when the laughing yaps of coyotes cut through the air. They sound close, not too close but close enough for you to not feel comfortable. Graves walks a few half paces before turning around to look at Hassan. “Take a look around, Hassan” he states before stepping up the man and leaning down to get in his face “Now you can either become part of the food chain or you can start talking.” You watch the conversation from the shadows, just like your Lieutenant. “I’m a hostage here.” Hassan states, “This is illegal.” Alejandro speaks up from behind Hassan. “You’re a prisoner of war.” Hassan turns to look over his shoulder at the Mexican. “Iran is not at war with Mexico. I’ve broken no laws.” He turns to look back at Graves and motions his head to his surroundings “These men and their commanders are the law breakers.” He glances over towards you and Ghost but you can tell he is mainly looking at the laptop, he still makes eye contact with you through the haze of the lights, and with Ghost. You stare the man down, the dark oil paint on your skin making your eyes stand out against the rest of your dark outfit.

Ghost takes a small step forward “You and your beloved General Ghorbrani broke every—-” “DO NOT SPEAK HIS NAME!” Hassan yells, cutting Soap off. “You executed him and you will pay for your crimes…” he pauses briefly “Only god can help you now-” he yells in his mother tongue. You understood him barely, you wanted to snatch a knife from Ghost’s plate carrier and throw it between the screaming man's eyes. You attention cuts to below you, where General Shepherd's voice comes from the laptop “I want this bastard in permanent custody or looking up at the goddamn grass…” he sneers, Laswell is quick to cut in “General, killing Hassan is an act of war, keeping him is illegal. Right now, he is too hot to hold.” She’s right, you all know this is illegal but you’re still doing it. “Tell me you’re getting something actionable, Laswell.” The general growls, you move to slide off the hood of the vehicle when Laswell states something about working on it.

You stand next to Ghost who has moved over slightly to allow you to jump down. You both watch as Graves brings the laptop onto the hood of the vehicle. Grave's voice lowers as he looks at the laptop. “Actual, let me finish this” you tense up his words, you glance over at Soap and Alejandro then to Ghost who is just staring at Graves with no emotion in his eyes. Yet you can still see the thoughts playing like a movie. You focus back into what Shepherd is saying, only catching the end half of his sentence. “Without proof we need to turn him loose. See where he leads us” you watch as Graves leans away, Soap quickly walking up and leaning into the conversation. “He’s right here. You can’t be serious” his voice is low gravely when he speaks, his accent a strong contrast to the others. Graves moves off the side slightly, Ghost as step forward an inch, his arm coming in front of you when he sees Graves look at you. “I’m afraid I am, son.” Shepherd says. You look down, looking at the phone in Ghost’s hand. “Laswell, did we get anything from his phone?” You bet Ghost to it, he looks at you with a clearly raised brow, you can tell. You give him the same look. “Affirmative. We got a hit.” Laswell states, “Good” the General pauses “Now take him back and let him go”. Ghost moves slightly, making eye contact witht eh eyes and nodding his head. Alejandro bags and drags Hassan to his feet, Ghost slyly puts Hassan’s phone back in the man's pocket when he walks past. You notice this as you have done it many times, but you were taking the phones and not giving them back. You hear the familiar ‘thunk’ of the laptop closing, you nod to Soap who seems pissed. Not surprised.

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ぐちゃ ! (Splat!) [Yoru x F! Reader]

Heya everyone!

This is it, the winner of the vote! I totally didn't spend a few days trying to get the title right. Japanese people, don't come for me!

I kinda wish the Chamber one won (try saying that out loud) because I have so many good ideas for my KING but maybe after this one's done we'll get to him!! I don't blame people for voting for Yoru, though, he's so much more lenient and... just doesn't care, haha.

Anyway, this might be slow at first, what with how avoidant Yoru is, but I promise it gets good. Hope it's a good read!

❤ฺ·。

Yoru x F! Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 4.5 / Part 5 / Part 6

Genre: Fluff

Synopsis: Hapless doesn't even begin to describe you. With your life flipped upside down within the span of a day; you're left to rely on your best friend Tala to help you pick up the pieces and build the new one forced upon you. And this 'luck' seems to have caught the attention of one of her friends.

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To say you were unlucky would be a grand understatement. To also say this day had an awful start would be stupid, because that implied that your days usually had a good start. And if you were to list off all the things that went wrong, you’d be here for hours. Which is exactly what you and Tala did once your schedules for once aligned, and you met up at a cafe after so long.

Yep, that’s right. You spent hours explaining to her everything that went wrong this week. And with permission, she had a grand time laughing at some of the mishaps that made it look like you were cursed by the gods or something.

Tala caught her breath and lifted her head to meet your gaze, holding back tears.

“Wait, wait– let me get this straight, even with three warnings, your boss didn’t fire you?!”

“No joke, I’m as stumped as you.”

“And you’re also infamous for your misfortune with them! Didn’t you get this job just last week?”

You crossed your arms, smiling.

“I am now!”

“Okay, wait, hear me out– what if you’re really just cursed? Like, maybe you rejected some guy and he paid a witch to cast a spell on you.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Yeah? And Manuel said it’s because I didn’t ask my grandma for a blessing before I left, or I don’t pray hard enough.”

As you spoke, you grabbed your bag and placed it on the table, digging through it to find something.

“And this one time, his girlfriend gave me this to help me with my luck.”

You slammed a block of wood on the table, a splinter flying across the surface. And just the sight of it made Tala burst out in laughter again, quickly wiping away the tears that narrowly escaped. In fact, her previously dazzling pigtails had gotten more and more dishevelled throughout this conversation the more she laughed and struggled to keep herself together. Even people were starting to look.

“I’m scared to open the gift he gave me today. He said it’s supposed to ward off bad spirits–”

“There’s more?!”

You nodded, taking out a small black box and setting it in front of you on the table. This immediately drew her attention away from the wood. In fact, it concerned her.

“Wait, this looks like a… hold on, he wasn’t proposing, was he?”

“He has a girlfriend!”

She giggled, before stretching out the palm of her hand expectantly.

“Hand me that thing, I wanna see.”

“No! What if it’s a prank?”

“And? What’s the worst that could happen, confetti ruins your hair? Very scary.”

She pointed at your messy bob, not as well-kempt as her own hair. And not messy in a flattering way, it looked scruffy. The chaos that followed you ruined your day and your looks, so, at this point, why even bother?

“What if it’s something dangerous? Like, a snake or a spider, and it bites us?”

“Fine, okay, let’s go somewhere where we can open up the box safely. If it’s a frog, it’ll jump out, right?”

You stared at her for a second, then the present once more. The plan didn’t sound as bad. You’d have to open the thing eventually, right? Might as well do it right next to your friend, now.

Then, she grabbed the slab of wood and knocked twice, brows furrowed with a smile. This comforted you, in a way.

“Alright! Somewhere safe… I can do that.”

“Good, let’s go, I don’t have all day!”

She grabbed her drink, then you by the wrist and pulled you out before you could gather all your things. And of course, you left the slab of wood on the table by accident.

❤ฺ·。

You knew what she meant by that final comment. Out of all of your inconveniences, the worst thing that happened was Tala’s sudden disappearance. For months, all contact was lost, and nobody knew where she was. Even when she came back, she’d return for a few hours before disappearing again. Her answer? ‘Work’.

But your mind instinctively focused on something much worse.

“Ow, ease up! My arm!”

She giggled awkwardly, quickly letting go.

“Sorry, I’m used to being rough, you know?”

“You don’t say.”

A red rim formed around your wrist where she held you, and you rubbed it in annoyance. A little more pressure, and she could’ve easily broken your hand. Nevertheless, you continued down the path you both walked down on, your destination being a forest. Or, if you were lucky, some park right around the corner.

“You were so scrawny before you disappeared, Tala. Are you gonna tell me what this ‘job’ is, yet?”

“I don’t want to get in trouble if I do tell you.”

You raised an eyebrow, but couldn’t meet her gaze since she walked faster than you did. But somehow, she felt your concern rising, turning to look at you with an awkward expression. Maybe she should go back to practising how to keep secrets.

“Okay! Hear me out. You’re luckless, yeah? What if your luckless-ness… passes on to me, or whatever, then you discover what my job is by accident.”

That’s also mostly why people avoided associating with you, too, but that’s by the by. With an eye roll, you walked past her up the concrete stairs, making your way down the less dilapidated pathway. She quickly ran up behind you, somehow catching up to you within the blink of an eye. At first, you thought it was unnatural, but you got used to her speed.

“Come on, you can’t tell me the plan isn’t solid!”

“Solid like jelly, Tala. Let’s get this over with, I’m throwing the box away.”

“Lighten up, Y/N. Who knows, maybe this will turn your luck around?”

You slipped the box out of your bag again, walking up a small hill in a park you both entered a while ago. There were groups of people behind you, so you both purposely went to a spot where you’d both be alone.

“Last time I said that, I almost got diagnosed with diabetes!”

“That’s because you’re always freaked out, seriously!”

She stopped and spread out her arms, as if to tell you to observe the area you both found yourself in.

“Look at this park. It’s innocent and stuff. There’s even kids here! But I bet there’s still something scaring you about this place right now, yeah?”

You looked around, the ever so familiar sensation of anxiety creeping up on you, along with many possibilities of your death. But you also don’t want to let her have this win.

“No way, I’m not scared. This place is nice.”

“Okay, open the box.”

You stared at her for a few seconds, before awkwardly giggling.

“Uh… What do you, what do you mean?”

“You’re not scared, right? So, open it!”

Tala gestured to the gift in your hand with an incredibly mischievous expression, watching her point get proven right just by the way your left eye twitched. Then, you looked down at the tiny object, mind running wild with possibilities. If it wasn’t a cobra that would lunge at you, what if it was the hatching eggs of a bug? Like, a roach or something, and it’ll burst all over you if you open it. Worse, what if it’s a bomb? Maybe a smell bomb that would make both of you pass out if you inhale too much. Wait, do those even exist?

You quickly handed it to her before your mind could come up with something else, smiling.

“You’re the muscular one, right? I’ll let you take care of it.”

She stared at you with a raised eyebrow, before rolling her eyes and taking it.

“You’re such a chicken, Y/N.”

“I’m not a chicken! It’s… heightened survival senses.”

Tala laughed, taking a few steps back and opening the box.

“Heightened survival senses?! Did your mom tell you that?”

She absolutely did. Of course she would, your mother would never outright call you spineless to your face. That would be rude… and unlucky.

“Shut up and open it.”

“I did, it’s just some bracelet!”

Tala tossed the object at you, the gold quickly bouncing the moonlight off of it moments before it landed on your hand. And she was right. It was just some bracelet, probably pawned or made up of fake gold. Or something like that.

Putting it on your right wrist, and you quickly sighed in disappointment at a new discovery.

“It doesn’t fit.”

You held up your hand and watched the accessory slide down your arm, dangling on your elbow. Of course, Tala simply gave you a wry smile at such an unlucky revelation. To be fair, the least Manuel could’ve done was get your measurements, but it seemed like he nicked some random bracelet and handed it to you as a joke.

“Look on the bright side, if it’s real gold, you can sell it.”

“Sure, we might even get to split the cash.”

She smiled and grabbed your wrist, fixing the bracelet’s position.

“No way, with your luck? You need the money more than I do. Who knows? Maybe you could invest in a mansion.”

“And then an earthquake comes and destroys the mansion.”

You turned your gaze away and sat on the grass. Well, sat is an elegant word, considering you just plopped on the ground and laid your chin on your hand. Tala noticed this, slowly stepping up and taking a seat right next to you, her eyes on yours. The mood seemed to have shifted, and she clearly got concerned.

“Yo, you’re not pissed about the bracelet, right?”

“Pissed? No way. It’s not that bad. On the bright side, I can use it to strangle Manuel when I see him tomorrow.”

You mocked her way of speech, and earned a giggle from her. Then, you heard buzzing around you, jumping and rapidly looking around. Tala noticed this, getting up alongside you with her ever-so-familiar dismissive eye roll.

“Relax, it’s just a fly.”

Just as she said that, a loud smack echoed through the air around you; and the bug fell onto the grass. You couldn’t help but sneer at this.

“Gross, you kill flies with your hands?”

“Yeah, what about it?”

You met her gaze, still harbouring the disgusted expression. Your friend, on the other hand, quickly got defensive.

“You know what’s even more gross? A fly laying eggs on you!”

“What?”

“That’s right. If you don’t kill it, it’ll land on your head and lay eggs. Then, they’ll be embedded in your skin forever.”

You laughed and jokingly elbowed her.

“That’s so filthy!”

“You’ll become a bug, Y/N! Trust me on that. You’ll grow wings, and big red eyes, and– and…”

She quickly turned her gaze away, putting one hand on her chin as she pondered.

“Hey, what do bugs do again?”

You raised an eyebrow. You weren’t even sure what they could do besides lay eggs and eat faeces, and probably vomit some acid to melt food, but you knew it wasn’t turning humans into one of their own. Then, you winced once you heard another buzzing around you, swatting the fly away. And, even though you were too embarrassed to admit it, you partly believed Tala’s egg theory. You stood up to slap the persistent bug away from you in fear.

“These stupid flies, they’re everywhere! Where are they coming from?!”

Tala simply watched you with a cheeky smile, not bothering to help.

“Hey, maybe they wanna lay eggs on you. Your hair might make a good nest.”

“Help me out?!”

She laughed, sitting with her legs crossed and angling her body towards you. Another fly appeared from nowhere, and they began to buzz around you. And despite your frantic waving, it didn’t help.

“I think I'll just watch. Don’t wanna gross you out.”

You started to grow angrier, the air letting out an audible whoosh as you slapped them away.

And after a few seconds, Tala looked around in concern once she felt something stop around her.

“Gah! Get out of my face, you stupid son of a b–”

Then, a loud bang deafened both you and Tala; a strong gust of wind sweeping both of you off your feet. But with unnatural speed, Tala grabbed you and you held each other for safety.

And when you opened your eyes, terror surged through you.

#valorant #x reader #fanfiction #yoru x reader #valorant fanfiction #valorant oneshots #yoru #female reader #yoru x f reader #yoru x female reader #valorant yoru #valorant x reader #valorant imagines #ryo kiritani #valorant yoru x reader #valorant yoru x f reader

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rpreaperperson · 1 year

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The Colonel Secret

For more : Masterlist

“Escuché que vamos a trabajar con una mestiza” said rudy, they’re waiting for team 141 sent to Las Almas to arrest Hassan

(I heard we going to work with a half breed)

“Aye... no matter what she looks like I hope we can work well together..”

“I hope she's not as scary as I imagined...”

“Laswell also said not to be surprised, and told me all about her... except for what she looked like” Rudy hummed and saw something on his corner eye

“ by the way what is that?”He pointed at a bottled catnip on Alejandro's lap, he stammered tried to hide it from Rudy's eyes put it inside his pants pocket

“Colonel..” for long as he knows Alejandro, it is clear..that Alejandro is a cat person

Whenever there’s a cat the Commander will come to pet it, even his mother is very tired everytime he taking an abandon cat into his place

Clearing his throat Alejandro dodged Rudy's judging stare and saw the plane that brought 141 arrived

“wish me luck hermano”

“hmm..”The Los Vaqueros commander come out from the car hastily, rubbing his nape as Rudy still stared at him with jugging look

Meanwhile inside the helo Claw holding Soap's waist from behind as they stood

“You really hate flying are you?” Soap who was used to Claw's spoiled behavior ,rubbed her small hand that was wrapped around his waist, to be honest, he like it when she clung to him

“mhh...” she nods

“Get used to it... you’re a soldier now..if you don't use to it I will report to Price ..or even worse..” Ghost stares at Claw with his usual glare every time she gets scolded at

“...y-yess..master..for you..I will do my best..” Claw pouting, Soap snickered at the nickname she gave him, Ghost clearing his throat

“.....don't call me that while on mission”

“...you don't like it? but..master Soap like it”

“heh, kitten..he really like the when you call him that imma’ right L.T?”

“Focus Sergeant” Soap shrugs but the teasing smirk still plastered on his face

Claw claimed Soap as her Master too as the rest of team 141

But if Claw was given an order between Soap or Ghost, she’ll obey Ghost cause of his dominance aura around him.

Sunlight streamed in when the helo opened, Claw using Soap’s body to cover from the harsh rays, and from Alejandro's perspective, he did not see any cat eared human.

‘different helo maybe?’

“Alejandro”

“Sergeant MacTavish” while they greet each other, Claw sniffs a strong scent ahead of her, pupils become bigger each time she sniffed

‘This is... ’ she peek from Soap back, then Alejandro notice her

‘the Half..breed..’ he watch her with amazement, he shake his head trying to be professional

“and this must be..the half breed..Claw. A pleasure to meet you” he reaching a hand out, but she didn’t reach his hand.

Both Ghost and Soap furrowed their eyebrow, she stepped closer to Alejandro and sniffed his aroma

“Claw what are you doi—“

“NYANNN~!” Ghost and Soap widen their eyes flabbergasted, don't forget Soap's jaw drops open

She threw herself at Alejandro, wrapping her arm around his sturdy shoulder and nuzzling her face against his stubble cheek

“Opff”

“Steamin’...Jesus..Claw” Soap mutter

“Not ..AGAIN, STAND DOWN CLAW!”Ghost prying her off from the Colonel, her sharp nails stuck into his black sweater

Soap just stare amused although he couldn’t be help but jealous of the Colonel.

First time she doesn’t show any affection to him, his heart sink in disappointment

Then he saw....a bottle of catnip in Alejandro's pocket

‘...ahh..so that’s why..no wonder she acts like that’ his blue eyes pointed at Alejandro who was stare at Claw intently

‘But why in the hell he bring that...?’ Ghost gripped her back collar, ears flattened when she saw that one look

“W-welcome to the city of souls” he lead them to a jeep, Soap slid inside first then Claw followed bringing her tail into her hand didn’t want to sit on it still sulking like a scolded child

Of course it doesn’t missed on Alejandro’s watchful eyes, but he had to hold the urge to touch it...didn’t want any bad first impression

He introduces his second Command Rodolfo Parra, his soft smile make Claw at ease...just a little

“Looking foward to work with you Claw”

“Y-you..too “ she smiled shyly at him, Rudy truly did not expect the Half breed could be this soft and adorable a very big different from what he imagine, Glancing over to Alejandro he caught a bliss expresion on his face

‘I hope he could hold for whatever he has for her’

Taglist : @lilpothoscuttings @kaoyamamegami

#alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas #alejandro here is a CAT person a big cat person #rodolfo rudy parra #rodolfo rudy parra x reader #john soap mctavish x reader #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty #modern warfare 2 #claw

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makoodles · 10 months

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Okay ok. First off love your work. Second of all I just got an imagine idea add on of the birth for the human MC x tsutey Drabble that I saw.

Also I’ve been trying watching a lot of Good Luck Charlie and THOSE old buzz feed videos about what it’s like giving birth so I decided that it would fit perfectly with the MC and Tsu’tey

Imagine that when she’s in labor she’s at that stage where she doesn’t want anyone else to bother her unless it is Moat (who knows what she’s doing and I’m saying only her because no one mentioned Norm Max or any scientist being there. I can imagine that they are not there cause MC wanted the birth natural to try to embrace her mate’s culture even more. And also she’s a strong woman).

Not to mention, she’s giving birth to a half Navi baby. So that 6 pounder is a 12 pounder! (Or more to be honest 😂 😭). Either way, pain and hormones are flying every where!

Anyways, since she is at that stage where everything hurts from contractions, being in labor for hours, not being able to eat so she doesn't want anybody to bother her.

Unfortunately, Tsu’tey did not get the memo.

He sees his beloved breathing and obviously in pain so he goes up behind her and strokes her hair. Which is something she usually loves.

And well-

“DON’T TOUCH MY FUCKING HAIR I JUST HAD MY FUCKING HAIR WASH!”

Tsu’tey was stunned and immediately took his hand back as if his yawne’a hair burned him.

Before he can register what happened, Neytiri grabbed him and dragged him.

“Out! You skawng! She’s dosen’t want anyone bothering her! Come back when she says you can!”

Before Tsu’tey can say anything Neytiri closes the tent flaps in his face.

Tsu’tey just stood there trying to process what happened until he felt an arm around him.

“Did she yell at you for pissing her off? Even though you didn’t mean too?”

Tsu’tey blinked, “Yes.” Is all he can get out.

Jake laughed as he pat his back in a friendly manner. “I did that when Neteyam was born. Only difference is that you had someone there to save you.”

Tsu’tey eyes widened, “What happened?”

Jake Sully smiled at the memory, “At first I offered Neytiri water. Then I kept going by trying to compliment her on how beautiful and how great she was doing. At the end, she almost stabbed me before pushing out Neteyam.”

Tsu’tey was beyond shocked and Jake smiled. “It’s best to give them a little space and we are there when they need us.”

Tsu’tey was about to respond until Spider came running.

“Dad! Mom says to come get you!”

With the speed of light, Tsu’tey picked up Spider and ran towards the birthing tent.

BONUS

“My yawne, are you alright?”

MC smiled as she looked at him. “I feel fine, Tey. Thank you.”

Even though she smiled, Tsu’tey saw the tears forming.

This causes him panic. “Are you in pain? Should I call for Mo’at?”

MC wipes her tears, “No the pain now is somewhat bearable. However your pain from the way I shouted at you must be more hurtful. I am sorry that I said that.”

MC sobbed and Tsu’tey immediately wraps his arms around her.

“Syulang. Do not apologize for nothing. You are in pain and I know you do not truly mean those words.”

MC sniffed as Tsu’tey cleaned up her face with a cloth. Wiping away sweat and tears.

“Now, let us deliver this baby. I can go out if you wish.”

MC smiled and looked into his eyes. “Actually please stay, I am a bit scared and when your here, it calms me a bit.”

Tsu’tey smiled as he squeezed her hand back.

this is so cute omgggg 😭

the idea of birth is genuinely so scary, i support reader acting crazy! definitely cursing out tsu'tey within an inch of his life and threatening to cut his cock off if he ever comes near her again.

tsu'tey fighting for his life trying to be supportive and positive while his little mate threatens him with bodily harm as she brings their child into the world 🙃

#i'm going through my old messages because i'm so damn behind on answering asks!#asks #tsu'tey #baby fever

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fcknstar · 1 year

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,, the daily call "

- harryosborn x reader x peterparker

a.n : jokes on me i forgot to post ehhh, im gonna write for other characters, so probably a lil break from harry, but he will come back for sure. i actually didnt know how to title this because i actually imagined this shit out lmao.

warnings : none?

**lowercase intended**

walking through the busy streets of new york, you made sure not to spill the coffee you got harry on yourself or others. harry was currently on call with you asking about your whereabouts.

" ehh, i think im about 5 minutes away? but you know, may take longer. gosh will people ever just move? " your last sentence made harry laugh. harry loved your nasty and sarcastic comments you made that could be aimed to literally anyone.

" alright, just be safe okay? i dont want to get called knowing you got hurt or something. ill be waiting in the office. " harry sighed, not wanting anything happening to you knowing how clumsy you are.

" i wont- uff " as you rounded the corner, you bumped your face flat onto a chest. you were balancing your phone in between your head and shoulders, and due to the impact your phone dropped.

as you were about to pick it up and apologize to the unknown person, you saw a spiderweb sling across you and landed on your phone, flying towards someone. looking up, you saw peter.

" peter? " you breathed, opening your hand for him to place the your phone back into your hand. you were glad that you managed to save the coffee, knowing how devastated you would be if you didnt hold it tight enough.

" thats me! oh, uh. harry? scary guy isnt he? i wish you luck " winking towards you, both of you clearly knowing who harry is to peter ; his best friend. placing the phone back onto your hand, he watched you talk to harry. peter has always been your best friend. well both harry and peter. peter lasted with you longer as harry left early to boarding school, leaving you and peter alone. having you to himself, peter realized that he felt more than just platonic love. after spilling a secret about him being spiderman, he felt closer to you than ever. he would always stop by your apartment to get himself cleaned up.

watching you work on his injuries made him feel loved. how you would gently touch his skin, check whether he felt okay, whether it hurts. how you would nag for hours about being safe, how you dearly cared about him. that was when he started feeling tingly, it took him a few days to adjust to it. he tried to not make it obvious, completely unaware about how you felt about peter. but to his luck you felt the same way. you both were more than friends with benefits but not labeled as together yet.

" sorry harry, i gotta go. yes ill see you there, bye " your hand that held the coffee merely escaped peters grasp when he tried to grab it, teasingly thinking it was for him. you and harry had a habit of calling each other and making sure if one another is safe, of course it all stopped after he left. now that hes back, he expected the same. i mean he did get calls from you every morning, but youd never hung up on him, ever. so if saying that it hurt harry by abit was an understatement. harry liked you a lot. since young. he tried forgetting about you but pictures of you both flooded his phone and mind. seeing you smile in pictures pasted around his dorm room warmed him. it felt as it you were still there with him, not that you were dead, but he cut off connections with his friends in new york, which included you.

harry loved every hug you gave him, he enjoyed the little moments you gave him that he couldnt have in boarding school. of course there were girls in school who tried to be close to him, but he didnt budge.

hanging up, you shook your head. " no, thats for the sir up there " pointing towards the tall building to your right. peter leaned forward, pressing a kiss onto your lips. pulling away, showing how late you were, laughing. peters lips followed after you, indicating how 'needy' he was.

sighing, you pressed a kiss, feeling a smile appear on peters features, making you smile too.

" alright, alright lover boy, i have to go " you slapped his cheeks teasingly, making peter chuckle.

when you got to harrys office, you saw him playing with his bouncy ball that you got him as a replacement when he lost his.

" harry, sorry for hanging up, i had some things going- " you havent finished your sentence when harry stopped you.

" its whatever. " you could tell harry was mad. walking towards him with his coffee, you swung it softly infront of him hoping hed accept it.

not being able to resist you, he gave in. " thank you. " he smiled when the taste of his favorite coffee hit his tongue.

what you didnt know was that he saw every bit of the little interaction you had with peter. including the spiderweb stunt.

#imagines #oneshots #dane dehaan #harry osborn x reader #tasm!harry osborn #tasm!harry osborn x reader #valerian #valerian and the city of a thousand planets #valerianxreader #andrew garfield x you #andrew garfield x female reader #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield #peter parker x reader #peter parker #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!peter imagine #tasm fic #tasm!peter fluff

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shentheauthor · 1 year

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I can't help it... Can I request headcanons for the Harbingers' reactions to someone picking a fight with them?

Welcome back ayo lmao

Coming right up 👍👍

Pierro: Confused more than anything tbh. Why would you do this? Do you have a death wish? He would just kinda ignore you lmao, might as well give up. If you’re persistent, he’ll have security throw you out. Also you might get banished. Whoops.

Capitano: Also confused. Are you insane? He doesn’t seem like the type to kill or severely hurt someone just bc they’re challenging him, but if he thinks you can handle it, he might spar with you. If not, you’re getting ignored, Tartaglia style /hj

Dottore: RUN. RUN AWAY. He finds it amusing that someone would have the sheer balls required to challenge him, and he can and will experiment on you. It’s best not to poke that hornet’s nest. If you challenge a younger segment, he will straight up kill you and turn you into a ruin machine. Krupp style. Rest in pieces, brave soul 🙏

Columbina: Oh Lordy she’s scary. Don’t mess with her, for your safety. She would mostly ignore you, but if you keep picking a fight, you will never be seen again. Why would you do this to yourself? /lh

Arlecchino: She has zero patience for this. She’ll probably slap you around a bit until you give up. If you’re unlucky, she’ll just kill you. She has no tolerance for bullshit, so good luck with that 🤡

Pulcinella: he’d just banish you lmao. Or demote you, if you work for him. If not, he’ll get security to throw you out. He isn’t very physically strong, but his political influence makes up for it. You will end up in prison. There is no good outcome, but hey, it’s better than ending up dead, right?

Scaramouche: He doesn’t tolerate this either. You’ve probably seen how he treats his subordinates, and you are not an exception. He will beat your ass or kill you with no hesitation. Fly high, soldier 🫡 your sacrifice was a noble one.

Sandrone: NO. Please don’t. Run away. She isn’t even amused by this, she’s just angry. She will turn you into a doll so fast you don’t even feel it. She might even put you on display after as a warning. Again, I must ask, why would you do this to yourself? /lh

Signora: One of the few you can survive with, purely bc she’d just roll her eyes. She might punish you with a ton of work or physical punishment, but you will probably make it out alive. Probably. Hopefully.

Pantalone: He will bankrupt you. No hesitation, no delay. He doesn’t tolerate people trying to come after him, physically or in any other kind of way. He won’t kill you tho, thank god. Just teaches you a lesson in economics (aka “If you challenge me again, I will rob you of everything you have”).

Tartaglia: Arguably the safest option. He’ll gladly take your challenge and offer to spar with you to settle things. You will most likely lose, since this man is like a living hurricane, but hey, you won’t die. He’ll stop before he kills you bc “this is a friendly challenge.” If you impress him, you might gain a friend out of it! Still, don’t do it, for your own health and safety…

#genshin impact #harbinger headcanons #fatui harbingers #Pierro #capitano #Dottore #columbina #arlecchino #pulcinella #Scaramouche #Sandrone #Signora #Pantalone #Tartaglia #Shen’s headcanons #I love doing these tbh #imagine

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deancaskiss · 9 months

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usually im active and destiel posting on the weekends, but this weekend has been a lot. i’ve been preparing for tomorrow and this big big week I’m about to have. tomorrow morning I’m flying all the way to connecticut where i’ll be participating in a 3-day retreat/meeting/CE (continued education) hosted by the company i work for for new grad vets! I have to fly there a day and a half before the event starts due to having to fly from the SW all the way up to the NE of the country (send help i have to get up at 5:30am for a 5 hour flight at 8:15am tomorrow) and leave the morning after the event. I’m both excited and nervous as hell for this. I’m having a lot of anxiety because this is the first time I’m flying by myself so far from home and my family (usually if i fly on my own it’s to fly to my family’s vacation home) but this is my first time going somewhere completely by myself in a part of the country/state that I’ve never been too before. I’m gonna meet lots of new people and learn a lot of vet med information. it’s exciting and scary. new and daunting. thrilling and terrifying. wish me luck with my flight tomorrow and with this retreat!

#bex talks #dr sexy’s veterinarian journey

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whumpshaped · 7 months

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For the character ask game, Helle and Beck’s opinion on my ocs Dew and Anton?

Anton is a mad scientist who does unethical experiments on people with the goal of eventually becoming immortal. he doesn’t exactly like hurting or torturing people, but he does it anyway if it's for science. he can be pretty scary and intimidating most of the time, but he’s also a silly goose and loves spending time with animals

Dew was kidnapped by Anton and experimented on a lot. He’s scared all the time but also defiant and never stops trying to escape. he likes drawing and playing video games. he misses his friends and just wants to go home :( he also has wings

i also have an au where Dew’s a vampire, where basically he hates being a vampire and he hates hurting people. he’s lonely and likes turning into a bat and flying around with other bats to feel included. he’s sooo defiant when he’s taken by Anton and is constantly muzzled, making him unable to use hypnosis

"A big no on Anton from me," Beck says immediately. "I just hope he stops that madness once he becomes immortal. I've had enough of immortal people messing with others forever. Also– literally just go get bitten by a vampire. That only hurts you! And I know one that loves to threaten turning others." He pauses for a moment, then sighs. "But at least he loves animals."

"Dew... god, I wish I could whisk him away from there. I don't even know what to say, that's so..." He's tearing up a little, and he's blinking rapidly to try and get rid of it. He eventually gives up and just wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. "I'm so sorry, Dew. That's messed up. I'd love to help, if... if only I could." He doesn't say it, but he knows he sounds ridiculous. He can't even help himself.

"Uh, hello?" Helle spreads their arms. "I am right here! I can give you immortality! Anton, you only have to ask! The sun is a small price to pay, really!" They don't mention barely being able to remember how the sun felt. "Jokes aside, I love a practical man. I wish him nothing but luck in his endeavours."

"Poor Dew," they say without any pity or sympathy. "It must be so hard. Really, my heart aches for him. About those wings, though... Are they fluffy? Soft? Great to bury my face in? Just asking out of curiosity, no particular reason. And about his vampire self– what a delight. The only good vampire is a muzzled one, or so I have been told by many over the years."

#asks #whumpy-wyrms #at my beck and call #asks for helle #asks for beckett

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CloverCoin Artpack 2024 March + Updates

[PATREON POST + ART PACK] Hey everyone... I see March is rounding the corner to being over and I realized I never actually make an official patreon post yet. A lot has been happening on our end / IRL. We recently found our we might need to move this summer... But thanks to a lot of back and forth between us and the new landlord we got a lease extension for 1 year to prepare our savings and safely move out to another place in town or around this town we are currently living in. After a lot of discussion between my husband and I, we're really struggling to find rental single family homes that fit our disability needs AND budget. Rent bubble in our area is about 70% more than our current rent which... is mind blowing. But we are determined! With further discussion we think we agree, we'd like to buy a house to make sure our needs are met and that we can take care of our senior dogs without having our lives uprooted without notice. So our belts are going to be really tight over the next year while we try to scrimp and save every penny to go towards our goal to purchase a house next year. That is scary but also so exciting! Wish us luck, we're going to need every lick of it to pull this off. ~~~ Other worse news... The reason why I've been struggling these past few weeks. My family has been reaching out to me and it's official. My mother has a terminal cancer diagnosis. I do not live near her, so I would like to budget a trip out to see her at some point this summer. We don't have any real time lines yet until we see how to reacts to chemo treatment. She's just started that this month. So that's been a weird tangle of emotions and talking with my siblings about what we expect out of all this. How we each can help in what ways we can. One of my older sisters is taking control of talking with the doctors and updating us since my mother is extremely avoidant about talking about her illnesses. At this time I won't be taking any time off from working and doing adopts/commissions. We need the money more than ever, even just to go fly or drive up to see her. But I will update on patreon/discord when I'm taking a week or so off to visit her. ~~~ More middling news? Our two senior dogs, Ollie and Junior, have been having little health scares this year. Feels like 2024 just started and so much has happened! Ollie has been diagnosed with a heart murmur and is on medication now to help treat it. Diet and life style changes as well to help him stay fit. Junior may have had a small seizure or stroke, for 2 days he was not able to stand or walk which really scared us. Both have been to the vet multiple times this year and are being watched VERY closely. I just hope nothing happens to them before we find them a new house to live in. (knocks on wood) ~~~ I myself am having some medical issues but... Just with everything going on I just haven't had time to assign myself with a new clinic and new gp. My new health insurance won't let me see the old one anymore and it's EXTREMELY disruptive to my whole life. So there's a chance my body might get a flat tire in the future, but I'll try to manage it accordingly. To end it all on a good note, I did finally finish my very last tooth filling / replacement and after a year and a half of constant dentist visits, my mouth is all fixed! Hooray!!!! Now we just have to tackle my jaw and TMJ problems haha. ~~~ I think... that's the big items of what's going on. Why I've been really absent online and for updates. Life just kinda had a weird downpour on us, but we're sorting it out. We signed a new lease. Prov is working very hard at his new job. The future is really scary for me right now and I'm really struggling. Please be patient with me while we go through these big life changes at this time. I'll be opening up new commission slots soon to start a monthly income to help with house savings. If anyone has pending commissions with me or trades, please never hesitate to DM me/poke me for updates. I've been a lot more disorganized more than usual lately and I am happy to give any updates or refunds as needed should anything come up that I can't handle. Sorry bout the long read everyone, but thank you so much for skimming through and keeping up with what's going on in my life. I've been desperately missing art more and more every day I spend away from it, so I look forward to sharing even more art with you all! Thank yo everyone for all your support! AJD . ART

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spacestationstorybook · 9 months

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promo hour again. ooooggghhh fuck

HELLO :) i'm nyx your favorite strange little butch. tragically i'm kinda in my cringe guy phase right now but it's okay. i also like women who are lovely but scary. and women who are lovely but scared. i love reading into dumb comedies wayyyy too much! and playing silly little video games. i have to fly across the country tomorrow wish me good luck...

read my carrd and let's be friends :)

#sorry man i just throw whatever into these.#self promo #nyx on comms #self ship

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stargazing15 · 1 year

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Can you save me - Chapter eight

Pairing: Bradley Bradshaw x you

Summary: A hero arrived at North island to support Maverick on the Uranium plant mission preparation, underneath the though facade was a girl in desperate need of love, but can she love?

Warnings: TGM plot!, the mission, behind enemy lines, guns

A/N: this is pure fictional, I have no knowledge of the military and I know this is all not possible in real life, it’s all for the sake of the story.

Enjoy!

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The day was finally there. Deployment. The mission. The day of mixed feelings. The soldier in everyone looked forward to this day, the person in everyone didn’t want to leave. The pilot in them wanted to fly the mission, the person in them wanted to be spare.

The days before deployment were intense, the pilots training it to the fullest, post-flight evaluations, you meeting your search and rescue team and in between Rooster learning you every inch of the carrier so could enter it comfortably. And of course sneaking around with Rooster on every single free minute you had, not minding if it was the examination room, a janitor closet, a storage locker in on the hangars or somewhere else.

Due to the confidentiality of the mission your team was small, extremely small. There was the pilot, who was very capable of defending his chopper and there was Tank, who’d be your partner in crime. He definitely hadn’t stolen his nickname, the man did look like a tank, he was broad. Broad as in stick Hangman and Coyote together. He was a scary dude, until he started talking about his pets. If you thought Bradly was cute when falling asleep on your lap when you were running your fingers through his hair, well this man looked like a teddybear with hearteyes when talking about his pets and showing pictures of them.

The first days on the carrier were okay, after some adjusting you found your routine, keeping yourself busy not to think about mission-day. But it was time. The last debrief, Maverick finally pointing out who would fly and who not.

The tension was icy, yet there’s droplet of sweat on everyone’s forehead, including yours. Every second that passed felt like an hour. And then Maverick said it, you heard his name loud and clear, your heart skipped a couple of beats, your throat suddenly went dry and time seemed to have stopped. Rooster deserved the place, he had proven his worth the last couple of days, but something inside you had hoped he wouldn’t be chosen.

The rest of the briefing was a blur, you got back to reality when most pilots had left and Maverick was standing next to you and putting his hand on your shoulder. It calmed you, but you felt his nervousness.

“I know about you and Rooster, I see it in both your eyes. Thank you for loving him.”

“I, I, I think I do.” You stammered. It wasn’t just you liking him anymore, the realisation is hitting you that you’re truly loving him. The fact that you secretly didn’t want him to fly, the fact that you were afraid to loose him, that you grew used to having him around, waking up next to him and now being sure you want to stay here after this mission, all those feelings are now making sense to you. You had tell him before he leaves, just in case. You were lucky he wasn’t on the deck yet, so you could pull him apart for a moment.

“Be safe, I love you.” You gave him a small loving kiss before someone would pass by.

After your little moment with Rooster, which was way too short, you joined everyone on the deck to wish the daggers good luck.

“Phoenix, Bob, come here you two,” hugging them tightly, “Good luck, get back safe and bring him home too.”

“You really love him, I’m happy you realised. You deserve happiness.”

“Bob, you’re going to make me cry.”

“Have you told him?” You nodded to Phoenix.

“And it looks like those ain’t fighting anymore.” Bob said pointing to Rooster and Hangman talking to each other, normally.

“Thank god, but uh, I have to get back, make me proud.”

“Hey Ricochet!” Fanboy and Payback came running up to you.

“Hey guys, for you two the same, good luck, make me proud.”

“We, uhm,” Payback started.

“Want to say thank you, without you we wouldn’t be standing here.”

“You guys too, does everyone wants to see me cry, come here you dorks. Get back home safely okay?”

You were following the mission in the control room with Hondo and admirals Simpson and Bates when you heard Rooster’s and Maverick’s whisper in the comms “Come on Bradley, you can do it”. You believed in them, but you were nervous because you were not used being on the sidelines. This made you realise how Nate had felt when he sent you on a mission, this must have been awful, knowing all the crazy stunts you have pulled off. Your friend must have aged ten years with each mission you went on, or at least that was how you were feeling at the moment.

“We’ll do our best Ma’am.”

“They’re not there yet.” You mumbled after first Maverick and soon Rooster too successfully hitting the plant. You were holding your breath until the first SAM’s were activated, from that moment on you didn’t dare to open your eyes.Their agonising screaming going straight through your spine as they were under attack, it was a mess, but reminding yourself you needed to stay focused for them.

“Is the chopper ready?” you radioed your pilot quietly.

“Fuelled and ready to go when needed.”

“Dagger one is hit!”

Despite the other pilot’s asks to go after Maverick, Cyclone denied them all.

“Launch search and rescue” Bates tried to order.

“Negative, not with Bandits in the air.” Cyclone sternly answered.

“But sir, Maverick is still out there.” Hondo interrupted, wanting to do everything to save his friend.

“We are not losing anyone else today. Get em home now.”

“Cyclone, sir, with all due respect, you know my team can do this. You know.” You had to try too, but as you were negotiating with Cyclone “Dagger two is hit.” You felt a knife stabbing your heart, you couldn’t breath for a second. You recollected yourself as you saw the chaos in front of you and felt something inside you. Like someone from above needed you to get to action,

“Send me NOW” at this moment you didn’t care anymore if you would get dishonourably discharged, you needed to go.

“Approval, go.”

“Meet you guys in 10 hours.” Your pilot waved you and Tank off.

“Let’s hope that that’s enough to find them and get back.”

This is why they send you and Tank, you were the search team, on foot. It was too dangerous to search with a chopper with the possibility that there were still one or two bandits out there. With your training and knowing the boys, it wasn’t really hard to find idiot number 1 and idiot number 2. The problem was they too close to the blown up base.

“You two okay?” Tank asked when he started to check up on Maverick, you did the same with Rooster, but not before smacking him on the back of his head.

“You two shitheads scared the crap out all of us.”

“Wait, search and rescue are just two people?”

“And our pilot, but yeah two, one babysitter for each of you. And with you being here and not trying to get to the designated location, it is making things a lot more difficult.” You were so mad at him for not listening to you, but also so relieved to see him again after all the uncertainty.

“Ricochet, girl, just kiss your boyfriend already, relax for one second. This might be the last chance before we’re going to start our journey back. I’m 15 years older, I know when you tried to hold everything back. Might have fooled the rest, not me.” You didn’t need to be told twice by your fellow operator to start kissing Bradley.

“I thought I’d lost you, I was so scared.” You whispered to Rooster.

“I’m so sorry Y/N, I don’t know what I was thinking, I-”

“Tell me when we get back, we still have a long way to go to the pick-up location.” You interrupted him.

“Here,” while you handed over vests and a gun to both idiots, “you two still know how to shoot?”

“Should be no problem” Maverick answered, “you look, different, fully suited.” He was looking at you and your gear, resulting in you grinning at him.

“Okay, the rules, you two listen to us, when you see a bad guy, shoot. Understood?” Both men nodded. The moment you got out of the hiding spot, all of you were on full focus. The first 20 minutes went well, the four of you had made it around the base to the other side. But then yeah, the inevitable happened.

“Fuck, we’ve been discovered!” noticing the shouting and some gunshots further away, but closing in too quickly for your liking. Seeing the direction where they were approaching from, there was no other choice than to split up, otherwise you would all be one big easy target to aim at.

“You take them,” pointing at Rooster and Maverick, “I provide distraction.” Tank gave you a look. “What? They both can hide behind you.” You winked at him, also knowing you had better sharp shooting skills.

“No way in hell we’re leaving you behind. Don’t, please.” Rooster tried to protest.

“This is not up for debate, GO! I’ll see you at the pick-up point.” You split up from them, positioning yourself in a way you see the enemies coming and the rest leaving. You were able to distract the upcoming enemies long enough so they could get away, out of everyone’s sight and on the way to the pick-up point. After taking out a couple of enemies, you moved around not to compromise your exact location.

“Ric, are y.. okay? Can you hear …?” You heard Tank in your earpiece, but his voice was becoming more scrambled by the second, meaning they were about to get out of range for radio contact.

“Busy.” You mumbled out in between trying to defend yourself and escape the crazy zone. But as you were running, you felt a familiar feeling hitting your leg, and one scraping your arm. It felt warm, wet and started to sting.

“Oh shit.” You muttered while starting to feel dizzy.

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