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asmutwriter · 2 months

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The Gangsta's Wife (Part 6)

DESCRIPTION: You complete your first business ordeal as a Shelby family member. Your husband, Thomas, wants to thank you for your effort.

A/N: Was this section of smut overly necessary or was I just horny when I wrote this part? I guess we'll never know

WORD COUNT: 2510

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WARNINGS: swearing, blackmail, mild sexism, threat, talk of murder, drinking, sex whilst drunk (able to consent), smut, rough sex, no foreplay, mild breeding kink, pet names (love/sir), creampie, overstimluation, mild dacryphilia

DISCLAIMERS

This is fiction. Please always talk to your partner before doing anything and make sure they are ok with what you are doing beforehand

This story does not follow the timeline of the show

Not been proof read - part may change slightly once I've proof read it

The clock chimes 8pm. You take in a breath. You and Tommy had parted ways since you discussion earlier this afternoon. Going about your business during the day. Due to him unable to find a different plan you were going with your choice. So here you were. Standing outside the garrison. You take a deep breath. Going inside you see a man sitting at a table. Looking smug as he drinks a pint.

You go over, putting on a false smile as you sit opposite him. His eyes meet yours before going over your body. His tongue darts out slightly as he smiles. You place your hands on the table, one hand over the other as you keep eye contact with him as hes finished checking you out. "Harry Thompson correct?" he nods "I have some business Id like to discuss with you" he chuckles slightly

"And you are?" he says in an almost mocking tone

"Sorry, where are my manners?" you hold your hand out for him to shake "Mrs Florence Shelby" he laughs again. Taking your hand and shaking it. You place yours back ontop of the one still resting on the table.

"So which one are you married to?"

"Does that matter?"

"I want to know which one sent you to do their dirty work"

"They didnt send me. They dont even know Im here" he nods, leaning back in his chair.

"WHat is it youd like to discuss then?"

"Id like to discuss your children. You have 5 I believe" he laughs

"I have 3. But carry on" a smirk on his face as you keep his eye contact

"Youre right. You and your wife have three children. Alfie, Anna, and William. But if you include the two children you had with your mistress then you have five"

"I dont know what you're talking about"

"So you dont know who Robert and Michael are? Or Rose, your mistress who had your children?" his smile drops. Eyes on yours as you continue talking "they live in London correct?" he goes to stand up

"My business isnt with you its with them" he stands

"SIt down Mr Thompson"

"I dont have to speak to one of their whores. Because that is exactly what you are"

"I said sit down Mr Thompson. Or I start screaming" he looks at you as you keep eye contact with him "how do you think thatll go for you? Given the current location we are in" he keeps looking at you, staying standing. You lean marginely closer to him, hushing your voice slightly so only he can hear you. "You may think you have this city wrapped around your finger but if any of the men in this building think you laid a hand on Thomas SHelby's wife then you better start digging your own grave" he takes in a deep breath. Sitting back down again.

"What is it you want?" he asks, a slight anger in his voice.

"I want you and your men to leave. The same conditionings my husband wants in fact" he grits his teeth

"And if I refuse?"

"One of my men goes and has a little visit to your family. The one up in London. The one we both know you care the most about. And slaughters them. One by one" his eyes dart around the room. You can sense the amount of fear going through his body. "If you leave then both of your families will remain safe. I wont tell my husband about Rose and your sons". You put your hand out for him to shake "do we have a deal?". He looks at you. Your calm behaviour being very different to the anxiety you feel welling up in your body. He reaches a hand out. Taking yours and shaking on the deal.

"Good decision. I'll give you until midnight tonight to leave this place. If you arent out by then... well, you know what'll happen" you smile at him. Standing up "Have a good night Mr Thompson" you leave the pub. Getting back home you open the front door. Taking your coat off and hanging it up. You can hear your husbands voice in the building next door. Given your previous experience of evesdropping you decide that it wouldnt be the best idea. Instead you retire early to bed. taking out a book you start reading.

You place the book down on your bedside table. Unsure of how late it is. But feeling dreadfully thirsty. You try settling down to sleep. Dehydration catching up to you. You mumble slightly as you get out of bed. Heading downstairs. Grabbing a glass of water from the kitchen to head back upstairs. You notice the living room light on.

Poking your head around the corner you see your husband. Whisley in hand as he watches the liquid swirl in the glass. "Mr Shelby?". His eyes look at you. The blue standing out among the darknessof the room. You step inside slightly. Seeing his jacket and waistcoat discarded on the sofa. "It appears to have gone well with Mr Thompson". He nods. Sipping his drink. Placing it onto the counter top he stands up.

"Go back to bed Flo. I'll be up shortly". His voice quiet. You nod. Turning back around. Going up the stairs. Reaching the top step you hear the living room door shut. Looking down the stairs to see darkness. You look downwards. Letting out a soft sigh as you head to your bedroom. Shutting the door and getting under the warm covers.

You wake up the next morning. Letting out a soft groan as you sit up. Hearing happy voices downstairs. Unsual given the normal tone of voice your new family has. AWare of the cold spot next to you. Not unsuaul. He sometimes stayed downstairs or in his own room next door.

You get out of bed. Wrapping your dressing gown round your body as you hear multiple voices. Heading into the living room you see your husband and his brothers. The three of them drinking and smoking. You fold your arms over your torso. Aware that you are still in your night clothes.

Arthur is the first to spot you. Coming over to you. The smell of alcohol on his breath. "Tommy told us what you did. That you helped Harry to fuck off" you chuckle slightly

"I suppose you could put it like that" you smile as he hugs you. Your arms going to your sides. Hanging awkwardly. Moving away he holds up his drink

"To Mrs SHelby"

"Ayy Mrs Shelby" you hear John call out. Your smile growing slightly as they drink their drinks in unison.

"Alright you two. Go on. We've still got stuff we need to be doing over in the shop. I'll be over in a bit". They both down their drinks. Heading past you. Them both smiling widely at you as you hear the front door go. Tommy titls his head as he looks at you. Then heading to his bottle of whiskey he grabs out a second glass. Topping up his one before puring you one. Walking over to you he hands you the fresh glass.

"I take it the plan worked?"

"Harry Thompson left late last night. He was seen getting into a car and driving off with his belongings". He clinks his glass to yours "Well done to your first official business ordeal. You're offically a Shelby" Taking a sip his drink as a soft smile appears on your face. His eyes watching yours as you do the same with the glass. Him standing about a foot away from you. You get the scent of whiskey and smoke from him.

"Thats excellent new Mr Shelvy. I'm glad the plan worked"

"As am I"

"What time did you find out he'd gone?"

"Early this morning. John and Arthur came round to tell me. We decided to celebrate the victory and have been celebrating since" you chuckle slightly. His mind only seeming to have noticed your nigthdress. He glances downwards. Trailing his eyes over the fabric before bringing them back up to meet yours.

He downs the rest of his drink. Placing his glass on the small coffee table. Standing straight again he closes the gap between you. His hand coming up to cup your face. Moving his thumb over your lips. Your cheeks going a soft shade of crimson at the affection. Your eyes still fixed on his. "Drink. Got to celebrate this victory, ey?". You smile, turning your head to the side slightly as you down your drink. He takes the opportunity to start kissing yur neck.

You let out a satisified sigh. Feeling his hand take the now empty galss from you. Hearing the soft clink as he places it onto the coffee table. His hands going to your hips as he holds you close to him. Feeling him start to grow in his trousers. The thin fabric of your night dress leaving very little to the imagination for the both of you. He unties the loose knot in the front of your gown. Pulling it off your shoulders and discarding it onot the floor. One hand snaking your waist. The other coming up and gripping at your breasts. His lips attacking your neck as he begins to massage your boob.

Your hands come up. Gently going to the side of his head. Reminvg it from your neck. Making him look at you "Mr Shelby... we cant here... my sisters..."

"You are my wife. And this is my house. Where else do ypu propose I can fuck you, ey?"

"But what if they see us...?" you whisper "Or even hear us for that matter?"

"I'll be quick" his hands moves from your chest where it was happy resting. Resting it over your mouth as he lowers his voice "All you have to do is not make a sound..." a soft whimper escapes your lips. Causing him to grin. His hands both drop to your hips. Forcibly turning you around. Pushing you to armchair in the room. Your hands going to the back of it as a means to not fall over. Your knees hit the plush seat. He rakes up your dress. Holding it up with one hand as he unbuttons his trousers. You hear him spit, seconds later feeling him rubbing his palm over your core. You whine out. Knees going up onto the chair as you push your hips back into his touch.

A few seconds later and he plunges himself into you. The lack of foreplay making the strecth almost unbearable. Causing you to cry out. The hand holding your night dress up moves. Snaking around your waist as he pulls you flush against him. Holding you up as the other hand covers your mouth. He turns your head to look at him. His dull nails digging into the flesh of your cheeks as you feel tears coming to your eyes. He comfortingly sushes you. Giving you a little bit of time to adjust before he starts to move his hips into yours. The pain going through your body quickly turning to pleasure as you cunt quickly adjusts to him. Your hands come up to his arm wrapped around you. Gripping at him.

Holding onto him for dear life as he continuesly plunges his cock in and out of your needy hole. You shut your eyes. Feeling the tears from your eyes fall down your cheeks. But you dont care. Your so focused on him filling you out that you dont care about the tears staining your cheeks. The dull pain between your thighs. The truly vulnerable and submissive state hes put you in. You only care about him. About how good he feels inside of you. And about how close hes managed to get you to your high.

"SUch a good girl for me. Letting me fuck this pretty cunt of yours. Fill you up with my seed. You deserve it, love. Being such a good wife. You deserve to be filled with my cum".

You subconsciously tighten around his words. Although you cant see it, you can feel the grin adorning his face. The hand from your mouth moves. Causing you to open your eyes. Being met with his dark, borderline sadistic gaze. A soft whine leaves your lips as you try and remain quiet. His thrusts slowing slightly.

Your hands come up. Moving from his arms to hold at his face as a feeble 'please' escapes your lips. A few more tears fall down your cheeks. His thumb quickly wiping them away, resting it gently onto your shoulder as he watches your eyes. Fresh tears quickly appearing as you can feel your high slowly drifiting away from you. His thrusts slow but continueus.

"Please sir...". he brushes the hair from your face. Tucking it behind your ear before placing his hand back over your mouth. Your arm goes around his neck as he continues to hold you flush against his body. Your other hand going to his wrist.

He starts thrusting at a godly speed. You practcily scream. Digging your nails into the flesh f his wrist. He kisses your shoulder. Grunting as he pushes himself deep inside of you. Feeling his cum hit your walls. You feel your hips start to spasm. Your own orgasm hitting you. Helping to milk him dry as he mutters a soft 'fuck' against you. His blunt nails digging into the softness of your cheeks as you tighten around him. You shut your eyes. A few more tears trailing down your face as you come down from your high.

His hand going from your mouth to gently brush the liquid away. You reac your hands out. STeadying yourself on the chair again as he pulls out of you. Watching his seed fall from your folds. He collects the jucies onto his tip. Pushing them back into your hole. You whine out in discomfort. Overstimulation and the dull ache being to much for you. But he thrusts a few more times before pulling out fully. Bringing your nightdress down to cover your intimate part before he puts himself back int his trousers.

Your breathing becomes steady again. Resting down into the chair. Feeling his hand brush your hair out of your face. You open your eyes. A tired smile on your face as you meet his blue eyes. "I have some work to do" you nod. Turning so you can stand up. Him steadying you as you wobble slightly. A slight smirk on his face. Knowing that hes the reason for your unsteadyiness. But your to cock drunk to care at this moment in time.

"I'll see you later then Mr Shelby" he smiles. Nodding as he lets your arm go. Going to the front door as yu hear it bang behind him. Quickly followed by the sound of his voice next door. You give yourself a few more minutes before getting up off the chair. Going upstairs to get dressed.

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rpreaperperson · 7 months

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Chapter 8: Capture El Sin Nombre

Masterlist

A young woman humming a song enjoying her peaceful day until..her ears catch some noise from behind the bushes halting her humming as she slowly approaching the bushes

“Hello?” then she saw

A little black cat

“ya sure ‘bout this?”whisper Soap

“if she’s in then Im in, with her small stature now ,it would be more easier for digging infomation” Graves crossing his arm on his chest

“Could use more eyes there”add Ghost

“Bingo” Soap clutching his vest tightly and biting his lips, glances at Alejandro who adjusting a collar with little camere around Claw's neck

“Ready Gatita?”

“Nyauw!”

Her fluffy head popped out from the bushes, watching the guards guarding the front door each of them fully armed

“okay Claw just wait until Soap comes” speak Graves from her collar

“Mrreow...” she flattened her ears She didn’t Soap to be the bait for it even though she tried to convince them they were still adamant about her sneaking there alone

‘Men...I just dont Master Soap getting hurt’ her tails swishing annoyed

“There he is”

Claw perked up when she saw Soap walk to the guards with hand in the air, she flinched when the guards shot at his feet halting his step

‘How DARE theyy..’ she growled

“Easy there kitten..we can hear you growling”

The guards cover Soap's head with a sack and guide him inside, she follows them inside unnoticed

follow them under the shadow, she halted when the guard escorted him into an elevator

“Underground huh should know it”

Claw was devastated when she couldn’t follow Soap

“Listen Claw I need you to sneak around find anything, something that lead us to the boss got that?” she begrudgingly obeyed Graves and snooping around the mansion and got some information whether it was related to El Sin Nombre or not.

Until she enters the garage area, Claw halts her steps

‘o-oh..’

“oh..shit..” Graves muttered from the camera

The creature in front of her growled its body hunched ready to pounce on her, showing its blunt fangs

A rival for cat...

‘its a Dog..’

Meanwhile, Soap manages to get from that basement alive after he is ‘questioned’ by Diego and the female sicaria Valeria

His mission now is to search for Sin Nombre.

“Soap you copy?”

“I copy, how’s Claw situation Graves?”

“Bad she fighting two dogs right now”

“What?!” Soap glance Alejandro with urgency

“She’s at the garage right now”

“I think the help wont be needed Graves” snide Ghost, seemingly proud at Claw

“Why..oh...guess backup wont be needed”

A ‘wtf’ face platered against his mask, Soap cocking his eyebrows

“Anyway I found where El sin Nombre is, he is in the penthouse Third floor problem is only with Diego keycard to go through there”

“Where’s Diego?” ask Ghost

“The ofrenda, second floor” answer Alejandro

“Then Claw will find the keycard, Claw go get the keycard “ command Ghost

“Nyauw!” hearing her cue she jumped through the roof leaving the uncouncious Dogs behind, stealthily avoiding the guard hiding her little furry body in the dark, roof after roof she jumped until she landed on a window through the window she saw a bald man

“there’s Diego kitten” and in front of Diego there’s the keycard she looking for, Quitely as she could Claw open the window

Diego saw something in the corner of his eyes, and then he glanced...

But found nothing but an open window, he huffed and then walked into the window closing it shut not knowing a furry creature had stolen his keycard and escaping towards the door.

“good job Claw now bring it to Soap, he waiting for you with Alejandro on the elevator”

While bringing the keycard in her mouth she trotted her way into the elevator, there she saw Soap with a mask on and Alejandro in a guard suit

Kneeling in front of Claw Soap taking the keycard from her mouth

“Nice work Claw” petting her head

“Thats my Gatita” Alejandro opened the elevator, and three of them entered the elevator while both Alejandro and Soap holding their gun, Claw getting ready her sharp nails inside those fluffy paws

‘Time to catch Bad guys!’

When the elevator opened she followed both Alejandro and Soap, trotting her way to Sin Nombre, Soap stared at her with full of uncertain

“Alejandro..”

“Yes hermano?”

“You sure about Claw? She’s not return to her human form..”

“Hermano...do you want other men to see her naked?”

“....Shit no”

Then they halt upon a locked door with a guard behind it, Alejandro signals Soap to be quiet and knocks on the door

“ID”

“C-4, I have a visitor for the boss”

The door opens, then Alejandro rushes to knock out the guard

‘Ohhh~ Master Ale so cool!’ Claw stared at Alejandro in awe, she walked into the double door sniffing under the door

A familiar scent, she smelled this scent too when she gathered the intel from the stray she found when she was about to peek under there her body being picked up by Alejandro putting her away from the door.

“Stay there Gatita, dont think about engange a fight with that form”

‘Boo...’ she pouting puffing her fluffy cheeks

He put a snake cam under the door

“Snake cam is set, Time to get PID on El Sin Nombre”

“Let’s put face to the nameless”

Her tails tapping in boredom and annoyance, she glanced at the unconscious guard still standing on her guard ready to pounce the guard if he woke up

Then she saw Alejandro and Soap standing up preparing their gun, ignoring what Alejandro told her she was going to fight anyways

The Colonel kicked the door open shooting at the guards, she saw the opportunities slithering her way to the short black hair woman

“CLAW!” Soap yell in urgency, mumble a curse he shot the last guard and follow after Claw

“She’s after Valeria!”

Claw jumped into Valeria back, making she halt and fall down into the ground

“Ay! What the –“ she saw a fluffy creature on her back glaring at her menacingly (to be honest the that she makes right now it just makes her more adorable) although she doesn’t notice a lil’ blush on Valeria face

“Down! Get down, now!” command Graves from the helicopter

“I already down! Motherfucker!” yell Valeria annoyed, gritted her teeth

“oh yea...Ground Team, you clear to move in” there Soap and Alejandro, Claw meow’ed at Soap

“Secure her, I’ll cover” Soap approaches Valeria, and stares at Claw whether wants to scold her for disobeying Alejandro or praise her for capturing Valeria

“good job Claw” ruffling her head

“Nyauww~!”

Oh well ...Soap is a deeply sucker for Claw

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lifebyinez · 1 year

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Tiny Fires - Emily Prentiss x Reader

Chapter 1- The Big Move

-Emily's POV-

"Absolutely Not." I was met with a disapproving groan from the rest of the team. I crossed my arms and shook my head at them. "It is not happening. I am more than capable of defending myself. I am not leaving my house, and I certainly am not leaving the team." They must be crazy, thinking I would leave my house, my job, and my life behind. Especially to live with her. JJ places her hand on my knee. "Emily, we're not asking you to leave. We are asking you to take a break for your own safety. Not to mention the safety of the team." I scoffed at her. This whole situation was pissing me off more than you can imagine.

Years ago, there was a case in Cincinnati that ended in a shootout. There had been 2 unsubs, a husband and wife. Rachel, the wife, had her gun on JJ, and I took the shot that ended her life. James had escaped. We tried for weeks to catch him, but he might as well have disappeared. He was... gone. Well, 8 years later he is back and he wants revenge. I killed his wife, and he wants to kill me. Which is why the team is trying to force me into hiding with my least favorite person on the planet.

Rossi spoke up, "Prentiss, you don't have a choice in this. It's for your own safety." Excuse me? "Im sorry, did you forget that I am your boss?" It was Reid's turn to speak now. "No, we haven't forgotten. But he knows you, in and out. He's been watching you for years, and he's preparing to kill you. Which means he knows that you don't particularly enjoy Y/N, which is why her home is the perfect place to lay low." He had a point. Their plan made perfect sense. Buy a plane ticket in my name, turn in my resignation, and have me disappear to another country. He would follow 'me' there. There would be an apartment in my name in whatever country they choose. He would drive himself crazy trying to find me, with the fake tracks we would lay. In a way, it was my only option. If I actually fled the country, he would find me. If I faked my death, he would dig up my grave to make sure I was actually dead. If I stayed in a hotel, he would see the card transactions, the name it was in, and he would figure it out. Honestly, I know staying. with Y/N is the only safe option, but I do not want to accept it.

Y/N was a pain in my ass. Every time we were on a case, it was like she was trying to get herself killed. She just brushed it off when I yelled at her. I honestly don't understand how she got here, let alone how she is still alive. I would have fired her a long time ago, but she is fantastic at her job, I'll give her that, But that's all she has going for her. It almost cancels out her amazing profiling skills. Almost. I wouldn't say I hate her, but her carelessness with her life absolutely infuriates me.

"Even if I agree to this, what makes you think she will?" I asked. Penelope spoke, "Maybe because she is absolutely desperate for your approval. That and I already asked her, she said yes." I groaned. Of course, she would, another stupid and dangerous thing for her to do. Of course, she's all for it. "And what if he figures it out? He'll target her, you know." I said. JJ sighed, "We have it figured out, Emily. You and her just can't know those details, but he won't know. You just have to trust us. Please." I thought about it for a moment. They're not going to let this go, and my options are limited. "What about Sergio?" I desperately tried to find any reason to not go through with it, but it was becoming more apparent that I didn't have another choice. "Oh please," Garcia responded, " you think I didn't think about that? You know Y/N loves cats. She said you're both welcome as long as you need."

"Fine."

I wasn't allowed to pack anything. The movers had to do it all, for fear of him following me. And right now, I looked completely ridiculous. Blonde wig, a lot of makeup, sunglasses, bright clothes. I looked nothing like myself. I was riding in the back of the SUV, completely hidden by the tinted windows. This get-up was completely unnecessary, but they insisted. Derek was driving, and trying to make small talk. I was too pissed off to give more than a 3-word reply. 45 minutes later, I was in front of Y/N's house. I have to admit, it was impressive. It's beautiful here, the house was completely secluded. Surrounded by woodlands, with a small creek running alongside the house. The house looked like an oversized cottage, it was lovely, and totally Y/N. I'm surprised she was able to afford this, she was much younger than the rest of the team, and as far as I know, she didn't come from money. Either way, I could think of worse places to go into hiding. Even if it was with someone as intolerable as Y/N.

Y/N was standing on the porch with Sergio in her arms. What the hell? Sergio doesn't let anyone pick him up. Especially strangers. She smiled at me and took Sergio's paw and waved it. Derek looked back at me. "Go into the house, and go fast." I nodded. " And Emily? Try and release all of that tension you have with that poor girl. And when you do, feel free to send me the video." Oh my god, he will never let up with that, and it's ridiculous. When Y/n first started, the team liked to joke that she was exactly my type. To be fair, they weren't wrong. Her y/h/c, y/e/c, and that body... But none of that mattered the minute she opened her mouth. "In your dreams, Derek." I said as I got out of the car. I speed walked up the porch, and she held the door open for me.

"Hi! Welcome home. I know you're probably tired, but I figured we could get the tour over as soon as possible, so you'll have time to relax?" I just nodded at her, already finding myself getting irritated. I saw a flash of disappointment in her eyes, but she turned around before I could study it. She turned to her left. "That's the living room, TV remote is on the coffee table. I don't watch much TV, so it's pretty much always available, and if you want to watch something and I'm using it, just let me know. I'll find something else to do." She spoke quickly and with an excited tone in her voice. "You do not have to do that, this is your house." "I insist! if you're going to be cooped up here for a long time, you at least have to be entertained." Before I could argue with her, she turned to her right and started walking. "This is the family room. This is where I normally hang out when I'm not downstairs. But if you want to be in here and I'm annoying you feel free to kick me out." Geez, now I'm starting to feel bad. I was about to say something but she continued on. She pointed at the piano "I can teach you how to use that if you want." She didn't give me time to respond before walking through the French doors into the kitchen/dining room. The kitchen was adorable, filled with little nicknacks and foliage that just screamed Y/N. It was very much her home. "I went grocery shopping before you came, but I wasn't sure what you liked. I put a little notebook in your room for you to make lists of what you would like me to pick up when I go shopping. I can go tomorrow if you'd like." I didn't answer her question, instead, I asked my own. " Why do you have a table that big if you live alone." She stopped in her tracks. I couldn't read the expression on her face. She stumbled over her words. "oh, uh... That's probably a story for a different time." She started walking towards the stairs. "Downstairs is a bar, bathroom, and laundry room. Drink whatever you would like." She started walking up the stairs. There was a cute little loft area. There were lots of candles, plants, and cute decorations that matched y/n perfectly. She lead me to a door and held it open for me. I walked into what I presume to be her office. There's a small couch, a desk with her computer, and a lifetime supply of books. Every room had touches of y/n's personality. "Read anything you want, and let me know what kind of books you like. I get a really good discount at this little family bookstore 20 minutes away. I guess you can say I'm a very loyal customer." She smiled at me, I didn't smile back. "The password on the computer is in that drawer, use it whenever you'd like." She turned and walked out of the room. We continued on with the tour, showing me the main bathroom. She opened another door, "This is my room." The room isn't what you'd expect from a 26-year-old girl. There were a lot of older art pieces, another bookshelf that was stocked to the brim. A soft orange color painted the walls, and just like the rest of the house, so many plants. I started to wonder how she managed to keep all of them alive.

It was all so Y/N. The paintings, the old-timey decor, the plants. It was all her, and it was actually quite endearing. If only she wasn't insufferable. She looked up and me, but I didn't meet her eyes. "Okay, are you ready to see your room?" I nodded at her. She lead me across the loft and opened what I assumed to be my door. "I'm sorry it's so plain, I didn't have much time to prepare." I don't know what she's talking about, the room isn't plain at all. Little touches of her sprinkled throughout. I nodded in her direction again. I was about to say something but she spoke first. She looked like she was trying not to cry. "Look, I know you would rather be anywhere else in the world right now, and I'm sorry you got stuck with me here. I'll try and stay out of your way." I wanted to say something, to apologize, but nothing came out. She waited a moment to see if I had anything to say, and when I didn't, she walked out.

I'm an idiot. That was so incredibly rude of me. I need to apologize.

But I should probably let her have space. I'm sure she's not happy having me here. It's certainly going to be an adjustment for both of us.

I looked around the room. She had obviously prepared for this. The bed was made perfectly, but there was a basket of extra blankets, sheets, and pillows on top of the dresser. And on the nightstand, a basket of snacks. All of my favorites... how did she know what kind of snacks I like? Taped to the basket was a note reading 'Welcome home'. Oh my god, I am a jerk.

I could feel the exhaustion taking over my body. I didn't bother changing my clothes, I just laid down and drifted into a deep sleep. So deep, that I didn't hear the knocking on my door, or y/n entering.

When I woke up, it was dark outside. I rolled over to check my phone to see what time it was, but my hand landed on something soft and warm. She made dinner. And it smelled absolutely amazing. I took a closer look and could immediately tell it was all homemade. Chicken and gnocchi soup next to a plate of chicken marsala. Oh my god, it tasted even better than it looked!

Then it dawned on me, I still hadn't apologized.

I knocked on her door, and I heard no response. Okay, she must be downstairs. But she wasn't in the living room, or the family room, or the kitchen. Now I'm getting worried. Where the hell would she go this late? "Y/n!" I called out, not caring that my voice was shaky and panicked. No answer. I called again, but still no answer. I rushed downstairs. She wasn't in the bar, the laundry room, or the bathroom. I tried to check another room, but it was locked. I yelled for her again, but still no answer. I called her phone again and again. Each time it rang and rang until it went to voicemail. I checked every room in the house again, and I still didn't see her. I felt like I could throw up. I checked the living room, and just like the other 3 times I looked, she wasn't there. I was about to call Garcia to trace her phone when lightning flashed outside. I instantly calmed down. She was outside. Who the hell goes outside during a thunderstorm at 1 in the morning? I opened the door but she didn't hear me. I took a second to admire her like this. No mask to cover her feelings. Just content to be outside. Truth be told, she looked gorgeous. her hair fell over her shoulders. She didn't notice as I moved closer to her, content to just stare at the rain. I put my hand on her shoulder and she yelped and jumped back. She looked up at me, her eyes wide with fear before softening upon seeing me. "Oh, it's just you. You scared me!" I took a good long look at her before speaking, "You scared me more." She looked confused but didn't question it. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you liked to sit outside during storms either, I'll go and give you some alone time. Does she really think that I hate her that much? I didn't respond as I sat down next to her.

"No, you don't need to go."

#emily prentiss #prentiss #criminal minds #emily prentiss x reader #criminal minds x reader

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sub-leaning switch soobin who still likes being called oppa.. 🤔 contradictory but yummy concept.. thoughts?

THIS... this is a CONCEPT minji omg... why do your thoughts always HIT--

subby boyfie soobin with an oppa kink omg :( i rlly do think soobie likes a younger, head-strong and extroverted gf who bosses him around heehee, likes to be a lil house husband :>

ughhfhfff riding his big fat cock while he's whimpering n whining, giggling while whispering to him so good, oppa, so big!!.... im digging my grave as we speak

#txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #soobin hard thoughts #soobin hard hours #lia's hard hours #📥.requests #nightly.nsfw #nightly.soobie #📥: mj!!💟

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Chapter 2 - Damned if you do; Damned if you don't

The Highwayman Series | Chapter 1 | Chapter 3

“How much for Lightning?” Bob asked after a while. “Make me an offer.”

The man got some coins out his sack “he’ll take Falcon” Jake said and Bob raised his brows “but she said-“ “we got plenty of good’uns back in California. He just needs to get ya there. Not back” Jake says. Bob nods “I’ll take Falcon” you hum “you sure? Wouldn’t want to get given orders by someone like him.” “someone like me?” Jake asked as he stepped forward and you nodded, also taking a step so your chests were nearly touching. You crossed your arms over your chest “someone like you.” Jake was about to speak when Bob interrupted “this enough?” he held out a few coins and you counted them and nodded “plenty. I'll go get ‘im ready for ya.” You say, taking a step back to go collect the horse, making a pack full of hay and feed to get him across Western America, bringing the horse over to the group of men and stroking his dark mane twice “he’ll do you fine” he nods “many thanks, ma’am” and you exchange the money for his reigns.

Jake eyed you “you’re gonna catch heat stroke with no hat” “I can take care of myself” you say, although squinting at the intensity of the summer sun. jake takes his stetson off his head and places it on yours and coyote raises his brows “you know the hat rule, honey?” he asked and you never look away from Jake “don’t mean nothing if you’ve already done it.” You say. “get out of here, the lot of ya. Before my daddy see’s y’all and hangs ya.” You say before pointing at Bob. “Take good care of my horse” you say and he nods “give ‘im a nice burial when he’s had enough, want you to dig him a grave and let him in gently.” You instruct and he nods “sure thing, darlin” you look at the group once more. “go.” “cant we stay for the night? It’s getting dark.” Rooster asks and you scowl at him. “I told you to get. Now get” and you point West as a way to go, the two stangers thank you and Bradley does the same “good to see you, hon” he says and you smile a small smile. “I like the mustache, Brad.” But jake lingers. “beat it hangman” you say, turning to heard back into the stables to which he follows you. “baby I-“ “no, don’t baby me.” You sniff and he notices you wiping away tears. “I told you to beat it, so go” you say “five years, Jake” you say angrily, “get out of Miramar and don’t let me see ya again” you say, pushing him far enough away to slam the door and forcing him back out onto the street. He shakes his head and joins the others.

He held back further down the road, let the other three ride out in front to be left alone with his thoughts. “wha’ happened?” coyote asked rooster who hummed. “He fell in love and her daddy drew him away, hated the idea of his lil girl hangin’ around wi’ some highwayman – he looked at her like she hung the stars,” rooster looks up at the constellations; the other two remain silent. “then five years ago, her dad cornered him in the saloon, said if he didn’t leave his daughter alone he’d hang him and make her watch. Hell he was willing to be hung if it meant he got some more time with her” he looks back at the other two “but god he wouldn’t let her watch” he sniffed “so he left. I went with him. God damn nearly drank ‘imself to death.” He shook his head “never came back?” bob asked “never, look at ‘im. He cant handle it.” They all looked to the man a couple tens of metres behind who had his head hung low. Why couldn’t he have her?

“Hey kid” you look up and dust off your skirt “hey uncle pete” he smiles at you “you missing a mare?” you shake your head “nuh uh, falcon got sold to some travellers an hour or two ago, paid good money for ‘im too” you tell him, and he raises his brows “travellers?” you hum “travellers” he smirks “well ice thought he saw a gang of highwaymen” he says and you shrug “might’ve been, but they wanted a horse and they paid for a horse so in my eyes they’re customers” you say. “you know Beau wont be happy if Jake’s back in town, sweetheart” he says quieter and your eyes well again. “yeah well, its fine. I told him to beat it. Maybe he wont come back for another five years, maybe he wont come back at all” you reply and turn away. “Just left you his hat to remember him by, huh?” You feel two arms wrap around you in a tight hurt and you turn to sob into his shoulder. “I loved him pete” you say with a gasp and he nods “I know honey, I know you love him still. You’d probably have a few young’uns by now if it wasn’t for your dad” Pete says “he left me Pete, and my dads all alone without me, im all he’s got” you say with a huff. “and when your dads gone?” he asks and you shake your head “don’t say that” pete shrugs “it’s the truth baby” he says, stroking the back of your head “how about you come for dinner with me ‘nd Penny?” he suggests and you nod into his neck.

Back on the road the boys had settled in for the night around fifty miles from Miramar, bellies full and all but one’s hats over their eyes. “Y’got balls, kid” a voice announces and they all jump, hands shooting for their pistols but jake and Bradley relax when they see who it is “lower ‘em, boys” and the other two hesitantly replace their guns into their holsters. “Maverick” Rooster nods “y’know ive had ‘er cryin’ into my shoulder all evenin’?” Jake inhales sharply. He couldn’t speak for the lump in his throat. “Hell you had balls coming to Miramar to get a damned horse while Cyclone’s still in charge. But boy you must be brave to walk up to her goddamn ranch.” He continued “now you were told that if anyone ever saw your ass in these parts you’d be hung and she’d watch” Jake looked up at him. “what? Y’here to take me back so he can finish the job, maverick?” Jake scoffed, expression saddened and almost weak. Coyote and Bob had never seen him like that; so defeated – so glum. “Cyclone’s dying.” And silence ensued. “Coughin’ up blood and got his single, unwed daughter carin’ for him” “she’s a good girl” Jake replied, taking another sip of the whiskey he’d been carelessly nursing in his flask since they'd sat. “she is and she’s hurtin’. Her daddy’s the only thing she’s got” Maverick replied. “and I don’t know what im gonna do with her when he goes because I haven’t seen her in five years. You left and seem’d to take ‘er with ya”

“if you come back to Miramar, her daddy’s gonna hang ya like he promised” jake swallowed “if you don’t then im gonna kill ya myself.” Jake raised his brows. “c’mon back, y’all can stay with me for the night” Maverick says as he turns his horse around “she don’t wanna see me, Mav” jake replied “bullshit. Damn girls in love with ya, what kind of godfather am I if I let her get that way again? I'll be damned if I let you break her twice. C’mon, the lot of ya.” He instructed, and began trotting back down the trail on old Tomcat, god knows how the old horse was still moving Bob silently got onto his horse and eyed the rest of them “y’coming?”

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Close Air

A/n low key i had a lot of shit happen this week, one of my rats died and then i got in a bad fight with my partner so this isnt like the worlds best chapter, but i promise things are on the go again and im starting the next chapter asap so there shouldn't be so long of a wait. I also wanted to say thank you so much for yalls comments youre all so nice

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Badger’s few moments of rest came to and end as the truck rumbled along a dirt road and stopped on the outskirts of some farms, the sun was no longer forgiving as it started to reach its peak, but thankfully still damp clothes helped keep the heat from being sweltering.

Graves broke over the comms as they started to load out from the truck, reattach gear and adjust firearms

“Ghost, this is shadow-1, Orbiting the compound now. Standing by for visuals.”

They rushed forwards from their position of the truck and towards some tipped over pallets and a hay bin, Ghost tossed something that almost looked like a flare to Soap and gestured up at the sky.

“Shadow-1. Bravo 0-7. We’ll mark out position with IR Laser, over”

Soap pointed the laser at the sky and made a rounding motion, before turning over his shoulder to look speak with Ghost, Badger had taken to covering his position while he used the laser.

“How do we find Hassan?”

Alejandro answered for Ghost as he pushed even further up, “He’ll have an armed guard. Cartel protection”

“Lotta places to hide” Soap complained

“Graves, covers with close air. We clear buildings”

“Right. Sound grand” Badger rolled his eyes “super simple”

“Supposed to be right” Soap chuckled before knocking into Badger from his crouched position still messing with the laser.

“Shadow-1, we’re east of the compound. Position is marked.” Ghost interrupted them before Badger could quip back. It was a few moments with no response back from Graves “Shadow-1, Bravo 0-7. We’re marling with IR lasers. Do you have a visual, over?”

“0-7, copy your mark,”

“Shadow-1. Be advised. Hassan is moving with an armed guard. You cover the outside, we’ll clear the buildings. How Copy?” Ghost had a way of making everything sound like an order, this was no exception.

“0-7, good copy. Armed Guard. Well secure the area so you can move in. Stand by.”

“Roger that”

They had to dig in.

The sky erupted in thunder as the AC130 fired upon armed cartel men, it ripped through the ground and men alike and almost as quickly as it started the thunder was over and Graves was back on the comms.

“0-7, all visible targets are down. Over.” He drawled over the comms and Badger frowned at the almost sweet lilt he took.

“Shadow-1, copy that. We’ll be clearing the stables building first. Roping now”

Soap used the IR laser to indicate to the stables as Ghost spoke over the comms, He held his hand up to halt them from moving forwards though as he was waiting for clearance from overwatch.

“0-7, copy your mark. You’re clear to proceed”

Ghost looked over them with a nod, still keeping his hand up in the air for halt and he spoke into the comms again

“Shadow-1, we’re moving now. If the target squirts, let us know.” He dropped his hand in a chopping motion and made to move forwards, “Soap. Freeze down the right side” he ordered and pointed off for the direction for Soap to move towards, Ghost jerked his head at Badger “You too”

“Aye” Soap waved over to Badger and took the lead towards the right entrance. Ghost reached the other entrance with Alejandro.

Inside the stables looked normal for only a few seconds, civilians that had taken cover from the thunderous fire from before cowered until a man stood up and garnished a previously hidden firearm, he screamed at them that this was cartel land and was silenced before he could raise his weapon to fire.

As soon as the shot left badgers rifle and the man dropped all hell broke loose in the stables, another hidden cartel men jumped out firing at them and scared civilians took to mass exodus from the building trying their best to avoid the exchange of fire. It was over as soon as it started, they all swept forwards checking in each stall and closet for any signs of Hassan. Negative,

“Graves, negative on Hassan! It's a dry hole!”

“Ghost, copy that. I need you out of the building. Move north right now.” He sounded urgent and they all could hear the sound of wheels on gravel approaching, overwatch started firing down again and they could see the ground being thrown up from the southside of the stables. Thye hightailed it out of the stables and bolted for cover.

“Graves we’re clear, drop that fuckin’ building now!”

“0-7, copy. Danger close.”

They ran towards a small cropping of trees and dropped behind the trunks and took the moment to reload. It felt like the earth shook as a missile struck the once sturdy stable, leveling it into simple dusted out rubble. They peaked out of the cover of the trees to fire at any of the cartel men remaining in that area, letting them add to the collection of fallen combatants.

Alejandro pointed towards the greenhouse grabbing Ghost's attention, hoping to use the current distraction of the collapse of the stable to move forwards.

“We’re pushing west to the greenhouse”

“All stations, there’s armed personnel in the greenhouse”

It seemed like the distraction of the stable ended as cartel men spotted them, and took to firing at them immediately

“Check fire! Hassan could be inside,” Soap warned as he returned fire but they had quickly been pinned down as more men joined the resistance against them,

“Ghost, keep your men back, we’re fixin’ to engage the greenhouse”

“Solid copy!”

They tucked closer into their cover, as fire from the cartel seemed to increase as they noticed they were pinned, shards were chipping off the tree and the fence seemed to slowly become weakened as it shook with every shot.

The roaring of the AC130 was almost music to Badger’s ears. He had a lopsided smile as he peaked over the fence he crouched behind to watch the glass greenhouse shatter into just its frame, watching as the cartelmen desperately attempted to keep glass that was raining down from cutting them to ribbons. It was all for naught as the hollow sound of a missile being tossed from its tube filled the air for just a moment and then the building erupted into a fireball. His elation was cut off by Ghost

“Shadow-1, good effect on target. We’re moving up”

They pushed into the rubble of the greenhouse, it was scattered with deadman in various conditions of dismemberment from the blast. Soap walked in astonishment

“These guys are fucked” he whistled and looked up towards Badger, he met his look with one of his down

"Fair play mate” “dust’em” Ghost spoke at the same time as he poked his boot around the rubble. Soap joined in pushed more rubble about checking bodies as Badger joined Alejandro in keeping watch.

“Where is this fucker?”

“He has to be in that compound” Alejandro pointed with his rifle towards the stone fences and gate just a little up the road.

“Shadow-1, what's the ETA on that convoy?” Ghost spoke into the comms, and Badger turned his head to look at him in confusion. What convoy was he speaking about?

“0-7, convoy is six klicks out, advise you step it up and secure exfil.”

“I’ll contact Rodolfo”

“Do it” Ghost looked pointedly at Badger as he spoke, “Graves, we’re working on exfil now. Be advised, last building we’ll hit is the compound. How copy?”

“0-7, good copy. Hold your position until we clear the area”

They had been made, incoming fire drove them from the broken remains of the greenhouse and up to a shed a bit closer to the gate than they would have liked, Ghost was cursing under his breath, looking back at Soap and Badger before turning forwards to return fire.

“Shadow-1, trooping in contact!”

Badger looked over towards the water tower just in time to see a cartel man lifting a loaded rocket launcher to his shoulder and aiming towards them, Alejandro shouted out the RPG and shot towards the man on the tower, he jerked his aim right as he fired the RPG.

“Hells Bells!” Badger turned away from the incoming fire, shielding Soap against the shed as he continued to fire on the cartel men. The rocket landed short of their position but they felt some of the blow back. Badger shuddered a breath as he opened his eyes and made to turn back to firing, Ghost was braced above their crouched position similarly shielding them, Badger paused looking up at Ghost who also seemed to be momentarily frozen meeting his gaze,

“We have to move!” Alejandro called out, he had rounded to the far side of the shed when the RPG came in and was now beckoning them towards another shed.

“Graves, take out that water tower or we’re done!” Ghost just barely made it to the cover as another RPG round exploded the shed they had previously been standing at. There was no response just the sudden roaring of the AC130 again as the the ground leading up to the tower was torn to shreds. Ghost stepped out from the cover of the shed momentarily to get a better site on the water tower now collapsing. “Positive impacts! Hit’em agai-”

He dropped to his knee and a grunt of pain ripped from him, Badger cursed loudly and also popped out of the cover to haul Ghost back and against the shed wall. “Alejandro keep us covered” Badger ordered as Soap hopped on the comms

“Ghost is hit!”

Badger tuned out the conversation over the comms and checked over Ghost trying to find a wound, Ghost was swatting at his hands before Badger roughly shoved them away and fiercely looked back at him. “Stop.” Soap looked over from where he was watching the destruction rain down around them from Graves overwatch at the stern tone that had come from Badger. He started to step over to them to help Badger when he just shook his head and helped Ghost back to his feet and handed him back his rifle with a pat on the shoulder “yer alright”

“Ghost, no movement detected. What’s your status?” concern laced into Graves voice

“He’ll be alright. Round hit the plate” Soap looked him over from a distance on his own as Ghost looked ruffled but otherwise alright.

“Affirm. Good thing your aim isn't shite, like theirs” He was back on comms like nothing happened. Graves laughed in his reply.

“Be advised, you’re clear up to the compound, but the gate is blocked at this time”

“Copy, Give us a way in, yeah?”

“We’ll open the door for you, stand by '' Graves' voice was laced with humor. Apparently it was easy to find things funny when you're high up where no one can reach you. Badger didn't find nearly as much humor in the situation that led to Ghost being shot regardless of if he was injured or not.

It only took moments for the gate to explode and the too confident voice of Graves to jump on the comms with a humorous ‘boom’ when the gate went.

“Ghost, door’s open. You're clear to proceed.”

“Copy that, moving now.”

It was a firefight all the way into the compound, the courtyard went off well enough until Graves shadows started close cover and it felt like the world was shaking with how close they had been firing to them, but soon the courtyard was quiet and the pushed further towards the largest building of the compound.

It was a two story building that was connected to a similar looking building by balcony, it was teeming with cartel men on the roof firing down at them as they approached the entrance, the shadows shot up the water fountain in the middle of the courtyard and the men on the balcony retreated inside. Which gave Ghost and his team the second they needed to breach the house.

“Be advise the convoy is three klicks out, you need to haul ass”

“Solid copy”

It shouldn't of been surprising that the inside of the building devolved into chaos the second they stepped in, and maybe it was because his nerves were frayed from the close firing of the AC130 but Badger swore as he was nearly missed by the first rounds of fire and dropped to take cover behind a wall as they pushed forwards.

“Alejandro, where’s that exfil?” Soap hollered when the first room was cleared, Alejandro spoke into his radio on a separate channel from theirs, and announced that it was 5 minutes out. Soap shook his head, “it's going to be close”

“Well then let's get this miserable little pox, yeah?” Badger followed closely to Ghost as they continued forwards through the rest of the building, each room slowly gaining more and more resistance until they reached the upper level and heard Graves call out that Hassan was on the move to the secondary building via the balcony. They took good chase to him and managed to stay out of the crosshairs of the gunner on the AC130 that seemed to insist on keeping the smallest margin away from them, especially as they seemed to shoot over them and into the courtyard as they're just barely making it past.

Alejandro was the first to breach the room Hassan was in, but it was quickly filled with the rest of the team and they all held Hassan at gunpoint

“Who the fuck are you?” Hassan cursed as he tried to back out of the room before being roughly grabbed by Soap and Alejandro.

“Mexican Special forces, you're coming with us” Alejandro sounded almost elected with capturing Hassan

“Shadow-1, Bravo 0-7. Jackpot. I say again, jackpot. Target is secured”

“0-7, solid copy, what’s the status of your exfil?”

“This is Victor 1-1. Exfil is two minutes out!” Alejandro reported directly to Graves

“All stations, be advised- convoy is closing on target area now.”

“Copy that, Shadow-1, good eye” Ghost turned to where Alejandro was struggling to control Hassan while cuffing him “Alejandro, what's the call?”

“They’re with the cartel- free to engage”

“Solid, all shadows, Mex-Army is considered hostile at this time. Tv you are cleared to engage the convoy”

The world erupted at the clearance from Graves, it seemed whatever trigger happy fuck hes got up there took it as a clear to shoot anything insight. It made Badger glad that he wasn't against the Shadows.

“All stations, visible targets are down. You’re clear to proceed”

“Shadow-1, copy that. Exfil is inbound now.'' Alejandro reported to graves as he pushed Hassan down the stairs towards the road Rodolfo was tearing down, he was passed to Soap as they moved outside, Badger and ghost took to keeping guard as Alejandro caught up with Rodolfo in the truck.

It was the same type of truck they took to the first village, meaning there were only five seats and with their prisoner who was currently being manhandled into the truck by Soap made them six. Badger cursed at the realization before stepping onto the back of the truck clinging to one of the handles likely there for this specific use and the other gripping tightly to his rifle for easy use. The rest filled the car and tried to silence Hassan from his raving. They tore off down the road the second they had sat down, Rodolfo eager to get the hell out of dodge with their prisoner.

The drive went fine for about five minutes before they entered the next village, it looked like the gas station coming ahead was teeming with people, a little suspicious for how close this village was to the compound and the size of it as well. Rodolfo slowed the car to a stop before entering the road, he heard Alejandro speaking over the comms to Graves and was ordered to wait for an all clear from the overwatch.

Badger looked around anxiously and tried to look as inconspicuous as he could be being a large military man on the back of a transport that was leaving an area that obviously was cartel land that was recently blown to hell. He could faintly hear Hassan raving in the truck again.

He let out a breath as Graves gave them the all clear and felt the truck rumble forwards, Badger tensed again as a man entered the road with a cart, Soap jumped on the comms in an unsettlingly whispered tone of voice.

“Shadow-1, we may have a situation here…”

“Get out of the way!” Rodolfo had his head partially out the window and was waving the man with the cart away.

“Fuck! Badge hold on” Soap was urgent and spoke over Alejandro that was yelling, and the truck lurched forwards in an attempt to go around the cart but ended up striking in and barreling down the road, Badger was jostled roughly on the outside and parts of the cart glanced off him. They approached an intersection with another car speeding towards them, with a cursed badger let go of the truck and rolled to a rough stop, popping up just in time to see the car slam into the truck his team was on and roll over.

Two men exit the ramming car, with rifles at the ready and turn towards the wreck that his team was trying to escape. He cursed again and with two shots they dropped like wet rags. Badger rushed over to the wreck of the truck, he saw Alejandro reaching out and trying to get a grip on the asphalt to pull himself out, instead Badger gripped his arm and dragged him out bodily from the truck that had now caught fire.

“It's clear so far but there are men in that building across, they'll fire soon I'm sure” Badger pointed across the street to see men rushing around inside the building, he grabbed Alejandro's discarded rifle and pushed it in his hands, “keep me covered” he looked dazed, it unsettled Badger.

He didn't have much time to assess if Alejandro was listening before he crouched down again and climbed into the wreck. Rodolfo was limp and he was the only one still actually strapped into his seat, Soap had Hassan and was halfway out the other window both looked alright but Hassan looked mildly disoriented as well. Ghost was,, well he was Ghost and it seemed like a major car accident wasn't something he registered and he was breaking the seat in front of him that had partially collapsed on him.

“Ghost, we’re gonna need cover here soon, don't know why they haven't started shooting” Ghost nodded in acknowledgement before he continued to escape. He could hear Soap and Hassan arguing again and Alejandro curse as the first shots started to ring out, he could smell the fire that was surly growing as they worked.

Rodolfo seemed to be coming to, he started grasping at the straps weakly. Badger moved over to him

“Rodolfo, can you brace yourself?” Badger needed to cut the straps that were holding him into the seat but it would drop him face down onto the destroyed steering column and windshield. He grunted weakly and tried to nod. Badger shook his head, and wedged himself closer trying to angle himself into a spot that he could brace Rodolfo.

“Badger! Gotta hurry!” Ghost shouted, the shooting was getting worse and he was feeling the heat of the fire. Rodolfo gripped his shoulder strap to help brace, Badger reached up and cut him down he fell heavily onto Badger, Rodolfo was coming more to it and helped him back out of the burning car. Badger startled and swiped out blindly when rough hands gripped him as he was pushing out of the car and pulled him back.

“Stop.” Ghost, it was Ghost pulling him back and helping him pull Rodolfo up. Graves' voice broke over the chaos as they broke free of the wreck.

“All stations, we’re engaging danger close. Give me a sitrep when able”

“Shadow-1, we’re up! No casualties, Hassan is secure '' Ghost gripped his shoulder for a moment and shoved his rifle back in his hands from where it hung loosely behind him. They were on the move to cover as more men swarmed them.

“0-7,Copy that. Colonel Vargas, what's the word?”

“Shadow-1, we’ll hardpoint in the building behind us, over!” whatever daze he was in earlier has passed, and he has Rodolfo with him who also looked to be coming back.

The town dissolved into chaos, civilians were booking it to cover or to cars to get the hell out of dodge, cartel men filled the streets as well. They raced into a restaurant and followed Alejandro onto the roof.

Ghost, Rodolfo and Alejandro took to the side of the roof that faces directly out to the street and they took to firing right away trying to keep men from following up into the restaurant after them. Soap shoved Hassan roughly to the ground and pushed his head to the ground keeping him in kneeling position, he took to keeping eye on the section of the road that lead out the town, Badger took to side that lead into the town and kept the roof door in sight

“Rodolfo, call for the helicopters”

“main, this is Victor 3-1. Request immediate extraction. Current position is the roof of the restaurant building in Olmeda” Rodolfo couched low against the wall of the roof speaking on the comms.

The AC130 roared to life again as the street was torn up in areas of highest contraction of cartel men.

“Check east! Movement on the hill” Alejandro shouted into the comms, he caught something the others had not yet, the all focused their scopes that way to catch a man standing on a roof with an RPG Launcher on his shoulders,

“RPG!”

“Get down!” Soap and Ghost shouted over each other as they braced for impact,

“Well isn’t this grand!'' They were pinned down here, leaving the roof to go out on the streets was a death sentence, and with an RPG keeping them from returning fire they'd be overrun fast.

“Shadow-1, we’re taking RPG fire from the east. Roping now!” Soap had the IR laser in his hand again wasn’t was pointing it in the direction of the fire, they seemed to be having a hard time locking to him or there was more than one person with a launcher because they continued to take fire even as the AC130 was tearing up the neighborhood that the cartel was pouring from.

Ghost called another RPG incoming and this one stuck just outside of the restaurant. Shaking it and no doubt damaging the wall of the building if the sudden outpour of men towards them said anything.

“Birds five minutes out!” Rodolfo called out.

“Vehicles incoming from the northeast. Near the graveyard” Badger swallowed a rather vulgar string of curses at the notification from overwatch and looked over at Alejandro

"Any luck they’re ours?”

“¡No hermano, cartel!” Alejandro looked over in that direction before his attention was brought back to firing down into the street to keep the building from being overrun.

“Of course they're not” Badgers firing stopped with a click, they were low on ammunition and it didn't seem like they would be getting a chance to restock anytime soon. Ghost called another RGP.

“Are ye blind? Level the fucker with the RPG” Soap shouted in frustration, he hadn't been able to assist in firing while he handled the IR laser, he had a knee pressed to Hassan's back and looked right furious.

The sky lit with fire and shook horribly as the AC130 leveled the neighborhood in front of them that contained the RPG and streets closer to the restaurant as trucks that had been incoming with cartel reinforcement simply ceased to exist as LTMs stuck them.

“Bravo 0-7, Shadow-1, all visible threats are down.” Graves' overly relaxed voice made Badger's stomach turn.

“Be advised, resupply is low. Conserve ammo” Ghost seemed to ignore Graves not responding to him directly “Sergeant, sitrep?” Ghost looked over to Soap who had taken back to firing upon the street, Hassan was still on the ground.

“Hassan is secure. He’s still a prick” humor replaced the previously belligerent tone he had taken to.

“And you’re as mindless as your weapons of war!” Hassan tried to sit back up before Soap shoved him down again.

“Bravo 7-1, you are cleared hot to shut Hassan the hell up” Graves quipped back.

“Fuck! Incoming! Southwest!” Badger shouted and dropped a bit lower against the wall of roof, mortar shot exploded the lot only a few meters from them,

“The football field!” Alejandro reported into the comms before he and Ghost moved to Join Badger on that wall. Another mortar shell crashed into the tree in the parking lot of the restaurant.

“Shadow-1, hit that mortar crew and make it sharpish yeah?!” Badger was surprised to hear the undertone of anger from Ghost, who was usually so disconnected during the mission.

Another LTM struck the position of the mortar, Badger heard Soap give a whoop at the explosion. The whole field had gone up in flames and a large plume of smoke rose. And suddenly in a target rich area again the AC130 tore into the earth, destroying a construction site. It just barely missed being stuck by a missile.

“Alejandro, where’s extraction? We’re burning through rounds, here!”

“One minute out!”

Graves overwatch was no longer covering their position and was focusing on finding the anti air teams. The streets were filling again with cartel men, he watched Rodolfo pass Soap a magazine from his vest, Badger was on his last one at this point.

“Get your knives ready!” Ghost reloaded his last magazine and looked over at Badger with a nod. Badger started to unstrap the hammer with him between the moments of suppressing fire. Their weapons clicked empty one after the other, a grave look was shared across all of them. Blood was going to be spilled and it was likely to be theirs if the extraction did not come in fast.

A helicopter landed in the lot next to them and outpoured even more men, it seemed like the Mexican army was behind the anti air and current reinforcements. An LTM blew it sky high and Badger let out a small whoop of excitement at that, they would have been dead against that. The cartel was pushing almost too close to their location and overwatch was having a hard time keeping them off their location without literally firing on the restaurant.

Badger stood sentry at the roof entrance door and was praying that the cartel had not realized they were out of munitions. His hammer settled heavy in his hands ready to swing at a moment's notice.

“All stations, this is Hatchet 3-1” a new voice entered on to their comms. “We’re approaching from the southwest. Thirty seconds out”

Badger kept his watch on the door but heard Hassan being collected and the rest of the team backing away from the most open section of the roof. Rescue had come!

“Hatchet 3-1 this is Shadow-1. Copy that. Blue forces are on the roof of the restaurant building, HLZ will be hot. We’ll remain on station to provide cover fire. How copy?”

“Good copy, we’re inbound now. 3-1 out”

They climbed into the helo the moment it touched down, Hassan was bodily tossed in and strapped to the nines in his seat. Graves announced that there was more incoming on the bridge and in moments it was blown to hell.

He sat heavily in his seat and took account of the rest of the team, they managed without major injury, thankfully. They successfully captured Hassan. Graves gave the all clear to Hatchet 3-1 and they were outbound. Soap leaded over to bump friendly into Alejandro

“This should send a message to the cartel, yeah?”

“It will, hermano. They lost something more than just soldiers today.”

“What's that?”

“Their reputation” there was no mistaking the smile that spread across his face, Rodolfo's was matching. It was a good day for Los Vaqueros.

“Word travels fast in Las Almas” Rodolfo agreed with him, looking out over the destruction of the village.

“Shadow -1, hatchet 3-1, all personnel and cargo secure. We are RTB at this time”

“Yee Fuckin’ ha, 3-1, copy that. All Shadows Oscar.”

They all took the moment to breathe, the day was still long.

First Next Last Masterlist AO3

a/n if you couldnt tell im low key obsessed with planes and the AC130 just scratches an itch and im so glad we get to see one in the campaign

ALSO if yall want ill tag people in updates just let me know :)

#mw2 2022 #cod mw 2022 #soap cod #soap x ghost #soap #soapghost #john soap mactavish #ghost #ghost cod #ghost x reader #simon ghost riley #polyamourous #reader pov #soap x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #reader insert #ghost x male reader #john soap mactavish x male reader #male reader

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jessnotfoundd · 1 year

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𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐞 𝐠𝐨 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞?

Pairing : cc!Wilbur x reader!

Masterlist here!

Wilbur came to my house on the last day of the tour and we spent the whole week together.

-That movie is trash- he says sitting down at my side.

-What if I wanted to see it?- I put on the best puppy eyes I could.

-Yeah, no, sorry darling, but we are not doing this.- he leans to kiss my forehead and I snuggle on his chest while his left-hand trace invisible lines in my back.

-I thought you were a better man- I said and I can feel him smirk.

-Yeah, whatever- he kisses my head and I can't help but melt.

-I might ask Tommy to see that movie, he's gonna be okay for sure.- I sit back to see him, the smirk already gone.

-Well, maybe we can make a deal- he gets his face a little closer to mine.

-No, you're never fair with deals- My smile grows.

-I was going to propose something super cool but you didn't let me even finish. So yes, deal with hurting my tall man's feelings. - he goes all dramatic.

-I can deal with that if you don't cry too loud- I joke and he pretends to cry.

-That goes straight to my heart. Hear it break- he put the right hand of his on the heart.

-Will. There is no heart- I said and he looks away.

-Stop. you're digging my grave now.- we both laugh and I kiss his cheek.

-I love you, Wilbur.- I go back to the previous position we were in and let him actually choose a movie.

-I love you too, y/n-

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-You cook so well.- he says mouthful of cake and I laugh.

I made some cake to celebrate I'm now going to be a teacher and he was there to celebrate with me.

I sit on his lap and I feel safe, it was never this way with anyone else.

-Will- he looks at me.

-Yes, darling?- he holds me so I wouldn't fall.

-Thanks for being here. It means a lot.- I lean to rest my head on his chest. Mostly to hide how in love I was. I feel hard for this man.

-I'm always gonna be here for you babe- he kisses my head and I play with his fingers. -Now, open your mouth.- he says collecting cake on the fork he was using.

-Ugh, it has your saliva, Wilbur.- I joke. I actually didn't mind.

-And?- he takes the fork closer to my mouth. I open it anyways.

-Do you think it'll stop raining?- I ask looking out the window and he nods negatively.

-It'll be a long long night of movies.- he sings and I protest jokingly.

-Your movie's taste is so weird, just like you.-

He acts hurt again and I just laugh.

-Stop treating me that way, you're always so mean to me.- I push his shoulder.

-Shut up I make myself more comfortable on his lap and he speaks.

-Darling, I love you so fucking much that I can't help with the feeling of wanting to kiss you right now.- he says and I fix myself so I can face him.

-For real?- I look at him in shock.

-Yes, I've loved you since we were like 18-

"if you're going to break my heart, can we do it outside?-

-But it's raining- I smirk.

-That way i can go all in on my melodramatic movie moment.-

-But im not gonna break youre heart, i love you too and I've been feeling the same way for a long time now.

-Then can we kiss outside?-

-Wilbur, we're not going outside.- I laugh.

-You're so boring.- he brushes it off.

-Come here, you idiot.- I take him by the collar of his T-shirt and bring him for a kiss.

-Damn, I wanted to be the first one to go for a kiss.-

-We can pretend that didn't happen.-

-Yeah, let's just forget that one, come here.- he reaches for the back of my neck, making me go closer until our lips are smashing into each other so desperately.

#dsmp imagine #mcyt x reader #mcyt #mcyt imagine #wilbur soot #wilbur mcyt #wilbur x y/n #wilbur dream smp #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot x reader #Wilbur #wilbur soot x y/n #wilbur soot x you

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depressed-teacup-inc · 1 year

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Kwami’s choice is making me want to scream

Ok first half of kwami’s choice is out, kudos for glob for actually not posting the second half first (they’ve been releasing the season all over the place) and this would be episode 10 of season 5

So finally we have some context on what changed so much in two episodes that Marinette is back with Adrien and forgot completely about Chat Noir, and… THERES LITERALLY NO EXPLANATION!!!

I am telling you, the show legit just makes marinette depressed and crying about her love life again (again, somehow her abandoning all the Kwamis is an afterthought because “love” and not “yeah you fucked up because you refused to treat your partner equally and chose to keep secrets and make dumb decisions on your own and you’re literally digging your own grave”) marinette being “completely in love with chat” for nine episodes was never even mentioned beyond one line, AND ADRIEN TAKES THE BLAME FOR MARINETTE BEING SAD.

YOU HEARD IT HERE FOLKS THE GUY THAT REFUSED A RELATIONSHIP WITH A CIVILIAN BECAUSE OF THE UNHEALTHY POWER DYNAMICS THAT WOULD RESULT FROM SAID RELATIONSHIP DESPITE HIS EMOTIONS IS THE ONE AT FAULT HERE BECAUSE HE “FLIRTED WITH MARINETTE AND BROKE HER HEART”

…I swear to fucking god, ANYWAYS-

Marinette further digs her own grave with Adrien telling him they could never work and that’s blamed on the “iDEnTItY rULe” (which still for some reason matters even tho it legit doesn’t but ok)

Adrien is almost akumatized by his own fucking father TWICE (the only fucking reason Gabriel didn’t akumatize Adrien the first time was because he didn’t have a fucking alliance) I HATE THAT MAN IF THEY EVEN TRY TO JUSTIFY HIM IM OUT

And Tikki and Plagg choose to revoke the miraculouses from Marinette and Adrien for them to be togetherrrr.

Now listen, I understand where theoretically this could be a bittersweet, allowing kids to be kids so to speak, but like. The reasoning is driving me crazy

Like the way the Kwamis and show really decided that romance and teenagers dating is more important then the fate of Paris (especially when that entire relationship sucked to begin with and had so much stalking and red flags) but also the way there’s literally no nuance?

Like what happened to Adrien’s entire “chat noir is the only time I truly get to be me and escape from my constricting life” shtick? What happened to Marinette’s… well I would say her commitment to Paris and saving the Kwamis, and also caring about chat noir, but literally none of these end up sticking in the end, BUT THERES LITERALLY NO NUANCE ANYMORE!

Like the minute the kwamis leave with the miraculouses the only indication we get of Adrien (not even marinette) being sad about not being a hero anymore is his abusive dad saying “his sadness has gotten greater” for a few seconds, AND THEN THEYRE INSTANTLY HAPPY?!

Adrien just rushes to confess to Marinette, and Marinette is suddenly super in love with Adrien, WHICH PROVES NOTHING THAT THEY EVER HAD GOING ON WITH THE HEROES EVER MATTERED?!

Adrien no longer cares about his freedom or his image OR PLAGG because “oh yeah I have marinette so I’m complete!” And Marinette NEVER CARED FOR THE KWAMIS CHAT NOIR HER MISSION OR ANYTHING!!! These two are suddenly as happy as they ever were with no fucking problems in their life!

While the new heroes (yeah btw Alya and Zoe are the new heroes, it’s kinda bland, Zoe is only there to show how much better she is in comparison to Chloe, and her design IS UGLY) are fighting, Marinette and Adrien don’t even show a glimpse of worry, or paranoia, or even an instinct to go fight or “call the heroes” as they do! They legit don’t fucking care and CUDDLE!

The show legit said “yeah all these seasons of these heroes fighting for Paris and truly being influenced by their hero lives? YEAH THAT NEVER MATTERED LOOK GUYS THEYRE HUGGING!”

And I would even be ok with it if the show wanted to go down the road of “yeah being a hero is awful and no one in their right mind would ever want to do it but would rather have the messed up compulsion to help others” BUT THEY DONT DO THAT!!! The show is still like “they’re meant to be!”, they’re still heroes in the next episodes, and literally it seems the only reason they’re still heroes in future episodes, is because the new heroes instantly got tracked down! So they have no motive to be heroes, and no compulsion to be heroes and they don’t seem to be affected from their hero lives, so none of it matters!

There is literally no more nuance or care put into being a hero in this show (the new heroes were pretty much randomly selected teens again, rather then i don’t know, ADULTS? I get that this is a magical girl show, but it would be so cool to show adult heroes handling their emotions and powers better then teens and being role models) and the show legit sacrificed any chance of nuance or character motivation it had for the love square! That’s just bad writing!

But yeah I’m going to go scream into a pillow, call me when part 2 is out

#miraculous ladybug #mlb fandom #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ml rants #ml season 5 #I SWEAR TO GID #It’s the way they were instantly happy despite their miraculouses being taken from them #it’s the way Adrien has no more character beyond loving marinette #ITS THE WAY MARINETTE NEVER FUCKING CARED ABOUT ANYTHING BEYOND HAVING ADRIEN AND NOTHING FUCKING MATTERS ANYMORE IN THIS SHOW OH MY GOD

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just in terms of analysis of the dyne scene & all that jazz; i've seen a LOT of interpretations of the barret / dyne fight + ending and i feel mixed on them. while i love analysis and agree with a lot of it - there are things i both like / dislike about those analysis and i wanted to talk about.

obviously, im an og stan. i loved the original dyne segment. dyne is a mass murderer at this point, killing indiscriminately because he literally wants to watch the world burn. he's so angry from grief and vengeance that he's taken the whole 'dig two graves' to an extreme - digging multiple! in the original, when confronted by barret; he reveals his resentment for the world and everyone in it ( all of them deserving death ) and before the fight, upon learning marlene is alive - suggests he'll kill her to reunite her with her mother. this is basically the catalyst for barret and him to fight. dyne is a death seeker, we see here, but too afraid to kill himself ( possibly too depressed but also too furious to act on his own suicidal feelings ). after the battle with barret and essentially what is - his once close friend - granting his wish of death on him, dyne announces he could never be a father to marlene again before he kills himself. his whole 'my hands are too stained' are because he's murdered so many innocents, what kind of father could he be now?

now - i've seen a lot of people dunk on rebirth for their handling of dyne. and i am the first person to critique the remake universe. trust me, i diss that shit a lot ( lol ). however...i actually love the dyne content and here's why;

firstly, the insight of dyne being much more unhinged / hallucinating / losing his humanity shown here. with modern graphics, we can see the subtleties in facial expressions / body movements. the voice acting between barret & dyne is absolutely stellar.

we see dyne talking as if eleanor / marlene are with him; he's almost spitting at barret in resentment, but you can also hear that familiarity as if he's close to giving his friend a chance. then he sees cloud - and sees red.

i love his totally discriminate view of the shinra; he hates them all, no exception and WILL shoot on sight. i love that when dyne speaks, he comes off as genuinly unhinged / insane. this isn't someone who can be reasoned with - he has gone overboard ten-fold. of course, during the fight - he shows some snippets of humanity / reality - but he has to be challenged to get there.

now, i know one thing people hated in his fight, is the way his arm kind of mutates (?). he goes all tetsuo iron man or tetsuo re akira here ( lol ). when it happened in game, i was a big ol ?????????? because it feels random and weird BUT ALSO -

what if he's just fucked up from mako, or the life-stream? what if shinra did MORE than just destroy his town? we see the suggestion of mako making monsters so why is it a far reach for it to have effected him? personally, i quite liked the addition of this insane boss twist. i especially like barret's response; as if he's having a nightmare. he slaps his face to keep himself awake - he doesn't want to believe his friend is a monster. as my partner always quotes; 'it's a metaphor' lol.

as for the next part i've seen people critique - it's when dyne decides to go 'suicide by cop' rather than jump from the cliff edge himself. i've seen people say that this is like he's had his choice of suicide 'robbed' from him, it's as if he's not died with dignity but instead by shinra troop. personally, i do not see it this way.

dyne dies willingly - he protects barret and chooses to stand in the line of fire in the hopes of dying. he hasn't been able to take his own life, keeping in line with his fear ( especially so after hearing marlene is alive ) but he goes out as he wants to; he gets his wish of finally dying.

the main two things i do not like about this scene is - 1. him dying atop barret and proclaiming he bare the weight of his guilt. that's a lil too on the nose for me; they could have done this without the dialogue. 2. the immediate shift in tone after the fight with dio / palmer etc.

two things i especially loved about this entire scene;

dyne desperately wiping his hands on himself.

2.the way he SNATCHES marlene's pic from barret.

#(analysis.)#im just waffling |:#ffviirebirth spoilers

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hi hello i hope its okay to ask but i was wondering what would be some good german terms/nicknames for platonic expressions of affection and/or endearment? specifically for klavier and trucy if that context helps bc their friendship means everything to me. thank u very much in advance !! <3

YEAAAAH KLAVIER TRUCY BESTIES AGENDA 2023

uhhh. ill be honest with you anon im the kind of guy who calls his friends babe so im never really sure where people would draw a distinction between romantic and platonic terms of endearment. and not to dig my "tumblr user crplpunkklavier is a full-time klavier gavin larper" grave any deeper but i feel like hed be the same

"Schatz" is definitely versatile though, people use that for everyone. i call my sister Schatz, i call my partner Schatz, i call my dog Schatz. id call my friends Schatz. variants are mein Schatz, Schätzchen, Schatzi. gender neutral. go buckwild with this one

for trucy specifically "Kleine/s" would work. klein means small/little. meine Kleine or just Kleine is the feminine version, but in german the neutral form (mein) Kleines can also be used as an affectionate term for any gender. this is also something i call my sister, despite her being 6'10".

(meine) Süße is like sweetie? that would work. Süße is feminine, if you wanted it masculine it would be (mein) Süßer. it CAN come off as flirty, but it doesnt HAVE to be flirty, so as long as theyre established as friends and we all know klavier is not a freak he can totally call trucy that

if you want something thats more bro speak adjacent, essentially our equivalent of "DUDE" is "Alter." its actually been on my list of words to write about for a while lol. Alter means "old one" which is a very funny translation because it sounds so mystical in english. (it can also just mean "age" but trust me thats not what it means in this context.) it is masculine but it very much has that "dude" status of being fine to use on anyone so long as that person is okay with it. think of it as if you were to open conversation with a friend à la "dude youll never believe this", "Alter" is a natural way to go in german

those were the ones i could think of? but honestly again any "romantic" petname is probably fine so long as its not explicitly sexual, which, few are. german is not a sexy language.

if any of my german followers have additions with what they call their friends, sound off!

#anonymous #german cheat sheet #havent posted in that tag in ages heehoo

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heyharoldsboo · 1 year

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hey @psychic-refugee can I ask you something here since you dont take anon asks? im so sorry @heyharoldsboo !

Are you a lawyer? and if so, do you really think Percy's legal team has send nothing to these girls? Do you think they asked him for his version of this and just waited for the girls to dig the grave themselves as we speak? Im really curious for your opinion on that.

Thank you!

Our Team Law friend doesn't believe in anons, so I'm not sure they'll answer!

But they do have nice posts on this subject at their account. So check them out!

#i stand with percy #percy is innocent #heyharoldsboo

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piquira · 2 years

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I need twitter to get to work and make this consistent thread and just expose this man. Im so mad at the treatment Shakira has been getting, how shameless do you have to be to try pin the media against her, It speaks so low on his character. Him and his entorno are turning such a painful and difficult moment into a circus, and it is so anti everything Shakira stands for as a celeb and artist.

Yes, I never thought that Gerard could engage into something like this, but here we are.

He's digging his own grave, and he already has a lot of enemies in the press, but I have a feeling Shakira stans are going to play a big role in exposing him 👀

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holographings · 3 years

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I JUST FINISHED READING 2HA YESTERDAY..... TEARS.. JUST TEARS.... (AND HAPPY SMILES BUT MOSTLY TEARS.....)

(( also. maybe it’s just the weird mtl but at some point in the last chapters before hbn opens the portal it’s mentioned that txj’s revived body is covered head to toe in lacerations and scars (im assuming from tianwen’s thousand coffins summon) and i’ve never seen fanartists draw 2.0 mo ran with scars? give him his scars cowards ))

#2ha #erha #dumb husky and his white cat shizun #ranwan #fanart #MEATBUN WHIPS OUT THE //IT'S YOU. IT'S ALL YOU// mother FUCKER I AM DIGGING MY GRAVE AS WE SPEAK......#now fucking what. do i just wait for haoyixing........... hyx give us mo ran's dimples NOW #ZIMING AND HIS LITTLE DISCIPLE.... ALL FUCKING ALONE.... nothing hurts me more than friends having to be appart despite the fact that #both parties know the other is alive and well. it kills the man #im sorry for the tags im jsut very very much still in my feelings #i was supper not happy with this even tho it was supposed to be a quick sketch but halfway thru the day i thought NO i will FINISH and #IMPROVE THIS. FOR THEM....#THEY.......#my art

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since I'm a gremlin I can ask for a c!Schlatt angst fighting with reader while he's drunk and the reader is just fed up with dealing with him and goes "IF YOU LIKE SO MUCH TALKING YOU DON'T NEED ME I'M LEAVING!" and just walks away and he realizes the shit he's done?

(the same anon who wasn't prepared to be heartbroken-)

Heartless

Somehow you find your way back to Schlatt again and it never goes as well as you think.

- c!schlatt x reader

- angst

- anon!requested

- part 1 to this story

⚠︎: swearing, angst, alcoholism, mentions of dying, c!quackity makes a appearance, hopefully this is sad enough yall-

An// i decided to make this a part 2 to Have a Heart! So I hope you enjoy love!

The night is still cold and dark as you begrudgingly walk back to one of the buildings that was put up to replace whatever L'Manburg was there before.

After Dream's word you had still contemplated going back to Schlatt. He doesn't deserve what you do, but you still end up walking along the Prime Path back to the drunken man. You had no end goal and that was a problem. You probably were going to be embarrassed that you came back to him. You couldn't let Schlatt die, from either the hands of someone else or let him die from himself.

You eventually found yourself in front of the metal doors that led into endless hallways of offices nobody occupied. The offices that had wine and cigarettes for Schlatt to smoke just in case he decided to have a meeting in a room that isn't the official meeting room.

Walking down the hallways you saw that most of the doors to each office were open and most of the alcohol and cigarettes were taken from each room. You peaked inside every room to see if Schlatt was in there, but something in you told you not to because you weren't prepared. What were you going to say? Stop drinking? Because you're sure he'll know he's not going to stop. You want to try to save him.

You slowly opened a door to reveal an office that looked an absolute mess. The small refrigerator was knocked over and all of the wine off the shelf was either shattered on the floor or gone. There were cigarette butts on the ground and lit a cigar, there were also papers and folders all across the room.

You whispered as you walked around the lit room "Schlatt must've been in here."

"Sure as hell he was!"

You spun around to see Quackity looking disheveled as ever. He had a bottle of liquor in his hand, his beanie threatened to fall off of his head and his suit now only a white button up with his dress pants still on.

"I've been running around this goddamn place trying to keep that ram man at peace! He's gonna drink himself to death." Quackity huffed while looking around the hallway.

"I know."

"That's why you're here huh?"

You sighed at the realization. "Yes it is. I don't want him to drink himself to death. Death isn't what I want."

"Well, it's too late for that." Quackity faced away from you not wanting to look you in the eyes.

You stayed silent until Quackity spoke up again.

"You want me to take you to him? Wanna see him one last time before he dies-"

"Don't say that!" You rolled your eyes

"Are you fucking kidding me? It's inevitable Y/N! His body is now 70 percent alcohol and his lungs are filled with smoke!" Quackity laughed in disbelief. "I don't want him to die! But its fucking inevitable. Either from someone else or-"

"Himself." You finished his sentence.

"Exactly!" He opened his mouth to speak again but apparently decided against it.

Quackity began to lead you out of the office and down the long hallway you two walked slowly not even knowing where Schlatt was in the whole building. You and Quackity made small talk.

"I hate this. I had to find this liquor and deliver it to him and now I can't find him."

"I came here to try and save him from himself and you're here feeding the problem."

"What else do you want me to do?" He grunted.

"Stop him!"

"If I stop him he's gonna be even worse so-!" Quackity threw up his hands in frustration as you two kept walking.

"I actually have something to tell you." Quackity spoke up after the silence.

"Quackity! Ah there you are!" Schlatt came around the corner behind you both and you turned around to meet the man you both have been looking for stumbling down the hallway.

"Ah you bitch! I thought I told you to leave!"

"Here we go." You rolled your eyes.

"Hey Schlatt! Here's the Liquor you wanted!" Quackity tried to liven up the situation by reaching the bottle out to Schlatt.

"He doesn't need it."

"Yeah I do, who are you to tell me what to do!" Schlatt yelled, not even taking the drink out of Quackity's hand.

"Schlatt just calm down-"

"No! They made a mistake and they cant even do what I fucking say! They'll keep coming back to me, against my wishes!" Schlatt interrupted Quackity while flailing his arms around.

You stood still not wanting to hear him anymore. Ever since he won the presidential debate the first couple of months he's been sober with only a few drinks here and there. Now he's a full on alcoholic, only damaging himself and his presidency. It's a sad sight to see and you don't want to see it, so you can either run away and know it's still there or fix it and never see it again.

"Schlatt I want to help." You hesitated before stepping forward.

"Same here Schlatt." Quackity agreed with you.

"You, you! Aren't any help!" He pointed directly at you while trying to keep himself upright.

"How aren't I any help!?" You yelled back. "I've done everything for you and now you're digging yourself a grave Schlatt!"

"You think you're the best thing ever huh?! Im fucking fine! I can stand on my own two fucking feet!"

Schlatt wasn't standing up straight, he was stumbling either backwards or forward. His body threatened to fall onto the marble floor and he couldn't even stand up straight. His speech was slurring together as well you could barely understand him.

You finally responded to Schlatt. "Schlatt you're stumbling around like- like I don't even know what! I can't understand you and you just need to stop!"

"You're so useless! Not useful to me or my presidency! I can stand up straight and I'm completely fine shut the fuck up!" He yelled while leaning to the side.

"I'd rather die alone! Without you or Quackity." Schlatt yelled again

"That's what you're going to do anyways." Quackity whispered under his breath.

Schlatt kept babbling nonsense as his back slid down one of the walls as he sat on the floor. Head pulled to the side. It was a sad sight to see, you hated to see this man drink himself to death and apparently Quackity, who was looking at the ram man the same way, standing silently next to you.

"Schlatt this-"

"I dont fucking care what you think! You're the worst person I've ever met! You both made my life hell and that's why Im fucking drinking my life away so I wont see any of you're fucking faces!" Schlatt tried to stand up but failed in doing so.

He continued talking. "I am the best thing that happened to this country! I saved both of you from a tyrant! And you thank me by driving me into this state!"

You felt your eyes threatening to spill tears the second time today.

"Schlatt that isn't me that's doing this shit!"

"How the fuck would you know?!"

"I can't. But Ive done every fucking thing for you! You cannot say I haven't!" You yelled back as he rolled his eyes with a rebuttal already on the tip of his tongue.

"Sure as hell I can! I have fucking proof-!"

"What proof?!" You interrupted his babbling even though he kept going.

"I- I!" he stammered not having a rebuttal this time.

"You're incapable of doing anything Schlatt let someone help you for fucks sake-"

"I'd rather die alone than sit here and be lectured by the likes of you!" Schlatt yelled.

"You are going to die alone, old man!" Quackity spoke up. "That's what they're trying to tell you!"

"You shouldn't be giving me a lecture! Im the mother fucking president! I should be talking, but apparently its not fucking work-"

"IF YOU LIKE SO MUCH TALKING YOU DON'T NEED ME I'M LEAVING!" You interrupted him and stomped down the hallway for the second time today.

As you walked down the hallway you heard a faint "wait" from Schlatt on the floor. You stopped and looked back to see Schlatt looking at you with some sort of realization in his eyes. Quackity was standing over him shaking his head.

"You know what? I don't even know why I helped you. Probably for power, but I don't need you for that." Quackity walked away towards your way. "Go ahead and die alone like you said old man."

Quackity caught your gaze and he smiled and shook his head again. He finally reached where you were standing and started talking to you.

"Maybe this isn't a good time, maybe it is. But I am joining Pogtopia. Wilbur said he needs a lot of people for this to work so consider this an invitation." He gave you a thin lipped smile and walked past you giving you a good look at Schlatt, laying fully on the ground.

"Y/N wait, just hold on for a second." Schlatt said while on his side, not even bothering to look at you.

You didn't say anything and followed Quackity's path, down the hallway and out of the door. Behind you, you could only hear the distant groans and pleas of the drunken man behind you. You tried your best to help and that's all you could do. But you couldn't watch that man die.

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