#john 5 in person was hot as fuck

[frenziedslashers]

OKAY- I finally have time to fanboy about the concert that I just got back from LMAO so keep reading for a ride

So last Saturday my friend took me to the Freaks on Parade tour in Iowa for my birthday (which is on the 14th for anyone wondering :) ) BUT IT WAS SO GOOD??? Mudvayne, Powerman 5000, Rob Zombie, and Static-X were all there and I have to rate + share some of the photos I got from the concert :) it was so much fun.

The first band that played was call The Tale Untold, that band was AWESOME. They're a small band that formed in Omaha, Nebraska but oh my fucking god. The lead vocalist is a female and they sound so fucking metal?? Like ong my friends mom thought that she was a guy with how deep her voice got. It was hot as fuck and I loved them. They definitely give off Jinjer and Otep vibes, so if you like either of those bands. I definitely suggest them!

I cannot remember the next band that played, I was too busy socializing with my stepmom, friend, and their mom. Along with showing off my awesome vest that my cousin designed for me 😌💙💚

Once Powerman 5000 started up though, I drug my stepmom into the pit so we could watch them. Plus so we could find my dad since he was down there the whole time. I probably would have been as well, but it was 104 degrees Fahrenheit so I was melting in denim jeans and a denim vest.

(This was our view)

We didn't get clear up to the stage because we couldn't find my dad, but we were right in behind the mosh pit which was honestly amazing! I would have joined but 1) I didn't know if my stepmom would have let me. 2) this dude in the pit was mean mugging me and I 100% believe they would have fought me the moment I step foot in the mosh.

Powerman 5000 was tbh a stellar band to see. Not as lively as they used to be, but they're still one of my favorite bands and I honestly love Spider so <3 That's okay.

Static-x... Oh my GOD GUYS THEY WERE SO GOOD??? It may not have been Wayne, but jesus christ xer0 does such a good job! It's uncanny how much he sounds like Wayne! The songs that they played were awesome and just seeing them in concert was phenomenal. They are definitely a band you have to hear live. The vocals are beautiful and the guitar is just unbelievable when listening to them live. I was so thrown back by there music I kind of forgot to record and take more than two pictures. Which I greatly regret now. After they were done performing the drummer tossed his drum stick out into the crowd and my dad and I nearly caught it but this tall ass mf in front of us barely even reached up and grabbed it. Like sir??? That was coming straight at me. That was obviously mine.

I am definitely gonna try and see them again next year if they're back in the area!

Mudvayne isn't really a band favorite of mine, but they were such a fun band to see in person :) Chad was very lively and SUPER hilarious. He even got in the crowd to sing some of the songs. He wasn't entirely in the crowd, but he was on a platform off the stage sitting on the fence and like giving people high fives and shit. I was aggressively headbanging when he did this and was mad confused when people started pushing me to the side. Like why was everyone running to the left?? Then I raised my phone because I couldn't see of the crowd and I saw that Chad was in the crowd lmao. What a Chad.

Now Rob Zombie... My beloved... This concert was AMAZING. The colors, the set, the vocals, JOHN 5??? Amazing. My favorite part was when they did a tribute for Joey Jordison. Rob told the crowd how he used to play with them and how Joey's favorite song to play was Scum of The Earth so they played that for him. I got a little emotional when they did ngl.

ALSO JOHN 5??? DID I MENTION JOHN??? Oh my god, so I got up to the front of the stage because the crowd was trying to get to the front and instead pushed me into the barricade. John leaned agaisnt part of the stage and like looked at me and nodded his head??? Like sir??? I have a photo of him leaning, but he looked away when I got the photo.

Then he went to toss me a pick towards the end of the concert and I nearly caught it BUT this dick bag beside me shoved me out of the way and stole it from me. John GLARED at this mf and like ran his finger over his throat while looking at them. Then John looked back at me and gave me a thumbs up as if to ask if I was okay and I just nodded and smiled like a dumbass because HOLY FUCK JOHN 5 NOT ONLY ACKNOLEDGED ME AND TRIED TO GIVE ME A PICK, BUT ALSO THREATENED A MAN IN MY HONOR??? I am fr living the dream.

My other favorite part was when they played House of 1000 corpses. It was just so pretty and the fake snow was so cool. Plus they put on cowboy hats so that was hot. The song started and I just SCREAMED and then I screamed "I LOVE YOU SHERI" At a photo of sheri on the big screen and like 8 people screamed "WE LOVE YOU TOO" LMAOOO It was so silly. It was so fun to dance to and headbang ugh I am excited to see him again in September hopefully. Plus, Otis showed up on screen and I was all >:o the whole time and nearly screamed "I LOVE YOU OTIS" but restrained the monster fucker in me 💪💀

Overall a good beginner festival to go to! It was so fun seeing all the metalhead there and just people who like the same music as me! I saw a bunch of people with Knotfest shirts as well so I didn't feel as bad since I had my cousin make my vest Slipknot-themed lmao. Hope you enjoyed my rambling. I'll post some of the other photos and videos later!

#orian rambles #orians dumbassery #john 5 in person was hot as fuck #john 5 #rob zombie #static x #powerman 5000 #spider one #xer0 static x

[carcarrot]

i did tell you people i met a they might be giant right.

#I DONT THINK I DIDDDDDD like an insane person i left out one of the most bonkers moments of my california vacation #saying it now makes it seem like im making this up and the following story will seem made up but dude just trust me. #im fucking. ok sunday morning the morning of Thee Concert and i (used to waking up at 4-5 am) have been awake on and off since like 6 am #my friend? asleep. #now i enjoy waking up and falling back asleep for a couple of hours however by like 9:30 im starving i need BREAKFAST #like the very nice friend that i am i dont wake my friend up i let him sleep and leave him a message on my open laptop screen #because the fucking hotel room doesnt have a pad of paper?? so i leave my modern post it note of a message #saying that im going out for croissants and coffee #because im an idiot i severely misjudge how hot it's already gotten in los angeles in july #ive chosen to wear jeans (bad idea) and a long sleeve flowy black shirt (worse idea) #i also dont look my Greatest because my friend had been telling me dont wash ur hair before we curl it for the concert!!! #so this is my hair after flying in and everything the day before (It Needs To Be Washed) #im following google maps to the coffee place as i brave the streets of los angeles on a sunday morning #hollywood boulevard around the chinese theatre is insane btw. insane. but being from new york i am unfazed (well. a little fazed) #i am Sweating. its already gotta be 80 degrees. im also reaching critical hunger levels. but i continue on my journey #google maps leads me down a sidestreet and tells me to turn down some alley and im like well thats not right. #so i turn to go back the way i was headed and find another way to get to the coffee place #as i turn and head back up theres a guy going down this same block heading in my direction #i look at him and im like hey that guy kinda looks like oh my god it actually is him. mr john l of tmbg fame #and so i have a split second decision of like do i sayyyyyy something do i just ignore him while geeking out #somehow i decide to be bold and im just like gdjgmm hi excuse me i recognize you uh do you mind if i could get a photo #he was very nice and suggested we move into the shade and i took the photo trying to turn off google maps before i did #and i was like aa im seeing you in concert 2nite love your music thank u! and we went on our way. #i think i kinda like. stopped for a moment before i went on to the cafe and was like. that just happened??????? insane. but it gets better #i do finally get the coffees n croissants btw and get back to the hotel after melting in the heat #and my friend who likes tmbg better was losing his mind once i finally told him #so the following morning after our spars concert insanity we have breakfast at a diner and then head back to our hotel #and he's wearing a tmbg shirt he got and im in a spars shirt and as we're walking back a car horn honks near us #AND ITS BOTH THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS IN A CAR and they say hi and are like we like your shirts! #and my friend and i are like losing it but trying to be cool and like oh thabk you we loved your show hi! so theres my insane story

[spookyspecterino]

Just finished playing through Far Cry 5 and I am FEELING THINGS (TM) for the Seed brothers. May write some stuff for them. (Who am I kidding I've already written about 1400 words in a self indulgent draft lmao)

I'm ashamed to admit, but I also have an unfinished Stephen Strange x Reader sitting on my desktop staring at me everyday... waiting on me someone to finish it.

#I'm down BAD for John Seed and Jacob Seed #My fucking murder husbands god DAMN #Don't blame me I'm a weak person #I see hot questionable villains #I like #John Seed #Jacob Seed #Far Cry 5 #fc5

[bootleg-nessie]

Rating band names based on their accuracy:

(I keep updating this list so check back later)

The Beatles: 3/10. None of these people are beetles, they’re just a bunch of fruity guys from Liverpool with matching haircuts

(Edit: changed from 0/10 to 3/10 because John Lennon beat his wife)

Pink Floyd: 4/10. There is not a single person named Floyd in the band, but some of the members do arguably look kinda pink

Nirvana: 10/10. Getting high and listening to Nirvana is roughly what I imagine actual nirvana to be like

Foo Fighters: either 0/10 or 10/10. I have never seen foo in real life so either they’re pretending to fight a problem that doesn’t exist or they’re doing an absolutely fantastic job of fighting it

The Eagles: 0/10. Same as the Beatles, there is not a single eagle in this band. The name is misleading and we have all been lied to

Queen: 6/10. Partial points for Freddie Mercury

Led Zeppelin: 0/10. I don’t think any of these guys have ever even seen a zeppelin, let alone one made of lead. A lead balloon would crash faster than my hopes and dreams

The Rolling Stones: 3/10. There is not a single stone in this band. Some points added because I’m pretty sure they rolled quite a few

U2: 0/10. Despite what the name says, I am not a member of this band

Metallica: 9/10. Naming a metal band “Metallica” is like naming your dog “doggy”

Red Hot Chili Peppers: 2/10. These guys are not chili peppers. They’re not even that hot, let alone red hot

Guns N’ Roses: 0/10. How the fuck could a gun or a flower play music

Backstreet Boys: ?/10. Depends entirely on their current given location

Simon and Garfunkel: 10/10. No notes

The Doors: 1/10. Jim Morrison is kinda shaped like a door tho

Chicago: 4/10. The number of people in this band does not come even remotely close to the population of Chicago. Points added because it originated in Chicago

Earth, wind, and fire: 2/10. This is even more innacurate than Chicago. Points added because wind instruments were often used

Def Leppard: 3/10. There is not a single leopard in this band. Some of the members are probably kinda deaf by now tho

The Beach Boys: ?/10. Accuracy depends entirely on location

The Black Eyed Peas: 6/10. Not sure what the hell an ‘eyed pea’ is but the black part is pretty accurate

Imagine Dragons: ?/10. Depends entirely on whether or not they’re thinking about dragons.

Cage the Elephant: 1/10. Why would you do that. Let the elephant go

Green Day: 0/10. They’re not even green

The Police: 0/10. There is not a single cop in this band

KISS: 5/10. I’m sure they probably kissed sometimes

The Monkees: 0/10. Are you fucking kidding me

We Butter the Bread with Butter: 8/10. I can’t verify this but I have no reason to suspect that they’d lie. Butter seems like the most logical thing to butter bread with

King Gizzard and the Lizard Wizard: 0/10. I got really excited about the concept of a lizard wizard only to be let down. My disappointment is immeasurable

They Might Be Giants: 5/10. I googled everyone in this band’s height, the tallest guy’s only 6’1 so I wouldn’t exactly consider him a giant. Then again, I can’t really argue because the claim was only that they MIGHT be giants

The Presidents of the United States of America: 2/10. None of these people are Joe Biden nor are any of them former presidents. This is incredibly misleading. I’m pretty sure “Lump” was written about my first girlfriend tho so I’ll give them a point or two

Gorillaz: 2/10 Not quite but we’re kinda close genetically so I’ll give them partial credit

The Killers: ?/10. I have no way of verifying if they’ve actually killed before but the fact that they’re not in prison tells me probably not

The Offspring: 10/10. These guys are definitely somebody’s offspring

Arctic Monkeys: 1/10. They are neither monkeys nor are they from the arctic

Thirty Seconds to Mars: 1/10. It takes WAY longer to get to mars than that

Beastie Boys: 8/10. They’re pretty beast on the guitar

Jimmy Eat World: 1/10. Slow the fuck down Jimmy, you’re biting off way more than you can chew

Hole: 9/10. One point deducted because I’m pretty sure they had more than one hole

Rage Against the Machine: 10/10. They did exactly that

Alice In Chains: 0/10. This is illegal. Let Alice go

The Band: 10/10. This could not possibly be more accurate

Nine Inch Nails: 1/10. I can’t find any good pictures of their feet but from what I can tell their fingernails definitely aren’t nine inches long

Bush: ?/10. Not quite sure about this one, felt uncomfortable asking

The Who: 2/10. I’m not dealing with this “Who’s On First” bullshit

Radiohead: 0/10. Not a single person in this band has a radio for a head

Queens of the Stone Age: 0/10. This band should be called “five random dudes from the modern era” but FRDFTMA is a bit of a mouthful

Soundgarden: 2/10. Sound does not grow in the garden

Sonic Youth: 5/10. They’re not exactly youth anymore but the sonic part checks out

Talking heads: 8/10. There’s more to the band than just a bunch of disembodied heads but the heads do tend to talk

The Cranberries: 0/10. Decent music but I only added them so that the Beatles and Freddie Mercury weren’t the only fruits on this list

The Wiggles: 8/10. They do tend to wiggle a lot

Blue Man Group: 10/10. Yep!

Weezer: 5/10. They all look like they definitely have asthma

Limp Bizkit: 3/10. While the visual image of baked goods playing the guitar is hilarious, Fred durst is not a biscuit. Points added because he probably has erectile dysfunction

Stone Temple Pilots: 0/10. None of these people are accredited as being licensed to pilot anything, much less an entire stone temple. Stone temples don’t need pilots anyways

Wasted Youth: 8/10. I guess it really kinda depends on how you frame it but yeah, they probably wasted a lot of it

Them Crooked Vultures: 3/10. These are people and not birds but Dave Grohl’s posture is kinda bad and John Paul Jones is so old that his neck kinda looks like a vulture’s so I added some points

Audioslave: 0/10. Slavery is illegal

Traveling Wilburys: 4/10. Sure, they traveled a lot but not a single one of those lying bastards was named Wilbury

D12: 6/12. There were only 6 people in this band

NWA: 10/10. I’m a little too white to safely comment on this one but I’d say they nailed it

Jet: 1/10. A real jet would be way too loud

Goldfinger: 0/10. Not a single person in this band has a finger made out of gold

No Doubt: ?/10. I can’t really be too sure how Gwen Stefani felt but I think it’s probably a safe assumption that she had some doubts

The White Stripes: 3/10. I bet if you stripped them down naked and made them stand shoulder to shoulder and squinted really hard they’d probably look more like white stripes

Screaming trees: 3/10. They scream occasionally

Garbage: 2/10. I think they’re being a little harsh on themselves, their music isn’t THAT bad

Butthole Surfers: 5/10. Not even gonna touch this one

Megadeth: 3/10. To be fair, some of the former members are dead but only a little amount of death, not mega death

Dead Kennedys: 2/10. Last I checked Kennedy was still dead but neither he nor his clones are members of this band

Cake: 0/10. The cake is a lie

Cracker: 8/10. Most of them are

Tool: 7/10. I don’t know much about their music but they sure look like tools

Counting Crows: ?/10. Is this what emo kids do instead of counting sheep? Accuracy depends on whatever bird they happen to be counting at the moment

Dave Matthews Band: 10/10. It certainly is

Oasis: 1/10. Their music is the opposite of an oasis

Blur: 2/10. They are not that fast

Barenaked Ladies: 0/10. If I wanted to be this disappointed I’d reestablish a connection with my biological father instead

Meat Puppets: 10/10. Technically, aren’t we all?

Live: 8/10. Apparently they still do live shows but I deducted some points because I’ve only ever heard their music on Spotify

ABBA: 9/10. I’m still not giving any points to Guns N’ Roses but that’s mostly out of spite

5 Finger Death Punch: 8/10 I guess it probably depends on how hard you hit them but this seems to be the usual amount of fingers to punch somebody with

All American Rejects: 9/10. They’re all rejects from America so I don’t really see any issue with this

T. Rex: 0/10. Even if any of these people WAS a T. Rex I don’t think their arms would be long enough to play their instruments

Free: 0/10. Unless you steal their music, in which case it becomes a 10/10

The Strokes: 3/10. To my knowledge, none of them have had a stroke but I still added a few points because the name was probably accurate for other reasons

The Smashing Pumpkins ?/10. Another thing I have no way of verifying but this seems like a waste of perfectly good pumpkins

Therapy?: ?/10. The hell are they asking me for? I don’t know their medical history

Twenty One Pilots. 0/10. There’s only two of them and neither is a licensed pilot

Finger Eleven: 0/10. Leave the poor Stranger Things girl out of this

Fall Out Boy: 9/10. I conferred with an expert on this one who confirmed that they are in fact boys who had a falling out

Cream: 8/10. Considering this was the OG supergroup I’m sure a lot of people did in fact cream when their music came out

Edit: humans aren’t fucking monkeys. Stop saying we are

#r/196 #r/196archive #196 #/r/196 #rule #meme #memes #shitpost #shitposting #music #rock #rock music #the Beatles #pink floyd #nirvana #foo fighters #the eagles #queen #led zeppelin #the rolling stones #metallica #red hot chili peppers #rhcp #guns n roses #backstreet boys #simon and garfunkel #the doors #Chicago #earth wind and fire #def leppard

[marcsburnerphone]

And they were roomates

(Captain John price x F!reader)

Summary: the captain wants somewhere more homely to settle down and when an offer like yours comes alight on Zillow he must take up on it.

Warnings: kissing, a little tinsy bit angsty, flirtatious banter.

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6- part 7 - part 8 - Part 9 - part 10

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“Why’re you putting these up anyway?” You say standing at the bottom of the ladder that John is currently stood on, installing cameras he purchased for outside your home.

“Cause i’ll have to return to work this weekend and i’d like to make sure you’re safe.” you smile to yourself at his protective nature.

“I’ve lived here for ages and nothing has ever happened.” you reassure him as he descends the ladder.

“It’s for my peace of mind.” he says quietly between the two of you in the spring air.

“Okay.” you reply as he places a kiss on your forehead.

“Onto the next corner.” he says gathering the ladder, walking to the other side of the house as his tool belt clings and clangs.

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“Anything you can tell me about this next mission you’re going on?” you ask as the both of you lay on the couch.

“I leave on Sunday and don't know when I'll return, that's all.” He tries to make his deep gruff voice soft it’s a cute attempt. He knew this was going to be the hard part for both of you. You want him to stay and he doesn’t want to go but duty calls.

“Mmm.” you breathe into his chest, trying to inhale him, commit his scent to memory sure it’ll linger but this is straight from the source.

“I'll call you when I can.”

“I thought you weren't allowed to bring a personal phone, that’s what Gaz told me.” you rest your chin on his chest looking up at him.

“Gaz isn’t the captain.” he says, raising an eyebrow at you.

“Ah abuse of power is it.” You quip. 

“If that’s what it takes to reach you.” You look away not being able to contain your blush after that as if he couldn’t feel your heartbeat quicken.

He lifts your chin back up, leaning down almost straining his neck for a kiss. Of course this kiss turns into more, you move further up the couch straddling his waist you’re hungry for him, for his kisses, groans, deep inhales of air, all of it. He’s flipped the two of you over pinning you beneath him with almost half his weight.

“John, why’re you teasing me?” You whimper.

“Not teasing, takin ma time.” 

He kisses down your throat, over your pulse to your collarbone ridding you of your shirt tossing it somewhere to be picked up later. This has been a common occurrence recently thing is he won’t fuck you. No, he will do everything else and give you absolutely anything you want except well what you want. 

“John.” You say as he starts to take your pants off.

“Yeah doll?” He slows the movement of his fingers and simply rests them on your hips.

“Why- why won’t you- you know fuck me?” So you did notice.

“Well because I- I actually-“ he’s a stuttering mess for the first time since you’ve met. 

“Do you not want to?” You begin as you sit up.

“Of course I do, believe me, but I want to savor you in every single way I can, you're irresistible as you are if I have you the way I want it’s all I’ll think about whilst also trying to not get killed.” He admits while comfortingly rubbing your thigh.

“Oh, that’s actually quite hot.” You feel a little bad, I mean who are you to demand something that’s literally a part of him.

“When I’m back I promise I'll give you my cock like you so desperately want.” Well damn.

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“Do you guys share a room wherever these missions are?” You ask as he dices up tomatoes for your antipasto Salad. 

“Em there’s rarely time for sleep but sometimes depending where we are we do and other times we don’t. Most times there aren’t even rooms there’s tents or simply no sleep.” He answers before tossing them into the large bowl beside his cutting board as you hum in understanding.

You didn’t know he knew had to cook, well sort of. He can grill, but that’s something that you cannot. So recently he’s been showing you how to smoke and grill different meats, today is what he said was the best of them all and longest cooking time, brisket. 

“Do they snore?” You ask as he laughs at your random questions.

“Yeah actually soap snores like a fucking pig, it’s horrible.” Now it’s your turn to laugh as he nods towards the door for you to follow him outside so he can check on the meat.

“Do I snore?” you ask sheepishly. He smiles looking over his shoulder at you, your arms crossed across your chest to make up for your lack of a sweater. When he sees you this way, so comfortable and raw, hair in your face and pajamas at 6PM, it’s everything and more. 

“You do.” your eyes go wide.

“No, do I really?” you seem so genuinely concerned.

“Doll everynight i've got to spend beside you has been the deepest and best sleep of my life, if you snore I've got no idea.” 

“Thank goodness.” You sigh out as he approaches you.

“Ready to eat?” He asks brushing hair from your face. 

“Yes.” 

Dinner is more talking than eating on your behalf, you want to soak up every second with him that you can. He listens intently wishing his brain was a recording machine so he could play it back when he needed to feel sane. 

“God John that was so good.” You say half an hour after he’s already finished his meal which was also his third serving. 

“I’m glad, you always cook. I'm happy to be able to provide you with this one thing.” 

“You’ve provided me with much more than this one thing.” You say with a soft smile, it’s so sweet it nearly knocks him breathless.

“I don’t want you to leave.” You admit.

“I know, doll.” He reaches across the table for your hand holding it firmly but not tightly as he looks away.

“But I know you have too.” His eyes return to yours.

“How will I spend my days without thee John Price? What will I do?” You say it over dramatically.

“Nothing too risky I hope.” He replies, eyes crinkling at the corner.

“Maybe I’ll skydive.” You tease.

“Please don’t.” 

“Can’t promise.” You joke.

“You’re going to give me more gray hairs.” He said showing you the few already on his head.

“That’s exactly what I want, I love the grays.” And he loves you, but he can’t bring himself to admit it although it isn’t even something he can try to rid himself of at this point it has consumed him whole, sprouting colorful and beautiful things inside him.

“Movie time my darling up we go.” He says as he stands motioning for you to do also. 

This is something that has become ritual, dinner then movie. It’s the perfect unwinding time although sometimes most times it turns into more.

“You pick?” You say as you hand him the remote, getting comfortable at his side tucking your head beneath his big arm. 

“You’ll fall asleep half way through this.” He looks down at your already drooping eyes.

“No I won’t.” 

“You will.” He plays a show you two had begun the other week as he settles in more comfortably moving one of your legs to rest across him. 

He’s laughing unaware of just about everything as his whole body shakes, that’s until he notices you’re not and to his not so own surprise you’re passed out cold. 

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When you wake it’s sometime deep into the night. The tv shows its rest screen and John is sleeping. Unfortunately after a weak attempt at falling asleep you’ve decided you're no longer tired so you just lay there, hand beneath John’s shirt rising and falling with every breath he takes. The only noise to be heard is his heartbeat and the clock ticking. 

You begin to overthink the more time passes, you’ll be alone in just two days. The comfort and protection John brings you will be miles away. This warmth that fulfills your soul won’t be in your home any longer. It scares you, how much you want him around how much you love him. You wonder if this is as hard for him as it is for you or if it’s something he’s gotten used to. 

It’s overbearing, too much. You untangle yourself from him, sliding your leg over his body and onto the floor, stepping as lightly as you can onto solid ground.

You tiptoe to the kitchen and open the fridge for water. You lean against the counter before taking a sip out of the bottle breathing deeply to calm your racing heart. You’re zoned out completely so much that you don’t notice John come into the kitchen till he’s placing his hands on your hips. 

“You scared me.” You jump slightly as he offers you a sleepy smile. 

“What’re you doing awake?” 

“Can’t sleep.” You say not meeting his eyes.

“Why didn’t you wake me?” He asks. 

“thought you’d need as much good sleep as possible.” You say quietly, leaning your head on his chest.

“That’s not as important as you.” He rubs a firm hand onto your back pulling you close. He holds you like this for what seems like eternity and you relish in it.

“I’m going to paint for a little, please go lay back down.” He looks exhausted as you finally bring your eyes to him. 

“Come paint in my room.” He is tired but he’d rather be sleep deprived than have you anywhere but next to him. 

“What? You’re crazy, all my stuff is in the sun room.” You say with a small laugh.

“Then I’ll move it, I can’t sleep when you’re more than 5 feet away from me.” 

“Okay.” You know he won’t give up so you’ve learned to give in.

You simply watch as he picks up the heavy canvas and its easel hauling it across the house as you grab your brushes and paints and follow. 

He sets it dangerously close to his side of the bed, he even moves the nightstand over to the corner to ensure you have enough room. 

“Perfect.” He says after pulling his desk chair out of his office and over to it.

“Yeah actually it kinda is.” You smile. 

“Well, have at it.” He says giving you a firm kiss then walking over to the bed and getting comfortable. You sit in his very big but very comfortable desk chair and begin to mix colors in the small pallet that rests on your thigh.

“Goodnight.” He says pulling the chair towards him with an outstretched arm for one more kiss which you happily give. 

“Night.” 

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Released an hour early as a little surprise

It’s my best lol it’ll get better just getting back into my groove:)

As always love ya!!!

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[alwaysmicado]

Trouble

5.3k | 18+ MDNI | fwb!Joel Miller x f!reader | pt. 5

Warnings: no outbreak AU, implied age gap, D/s dynamic, rough oral (m receiving), spitting, cum eating, leg humping, degradation/praise, humiliation kink, pet names, aftercare, feelings Summary: After you’ve distracted Joel from work with your explicit texts all day, he decides to teach you a lesson.  A/N: Consensual degradation & humiliation – my beloved. This one's for you if you're into unadulterated filth with feelings sprinkled on top hehe. Let me know what you think, I love hearing your thots! 🤍

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“You sure you got nothing else to say to me?”

“I’m—sorry?”

“No,” he tilts his head and you see the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “But you will be when I’m done with you.”

---

“Sneaking out for a hot date?” 

Busted. 

You sigh and turn around to face Kristen’s triumphant grin. Beautiful Kristen. The only person at your job with a bearable personality. 

If you only had Janice from accounting and her incessant yapping about her feral kids, or John from HR and his never-ending tirades against “modern women”, you probably would have burnt down the building already.  

Kristen’s been your lifeline over the past two years at this job. She’s upbeat, fun, a gifted painter and the closest thing to a female friend you have. 

Her only flaw: she’s so nosy it’s not even funny.

After your get-well-fuck with Joel three days ago where he left multiple marks on your neck, you not only plastered a bunch of foundation over the purple reminders of his fever-fueled nipping, you also wore a silk scarf which, in hindsight, was a dumb idea.

The first thing you were welcomed with when you came in that morning was an enthusiastic “You go, girl!” followed by giggling after Kristen saw your unimpressed face. 

You shoot her a half-hearted smile and raise an eyebrow. “Who says it’s a date?” 

Kristen’s grin widens. “Oh, come on! You think I don’t notice the way you giggle at your phone like a lovesick idiot?”

“Oh, shut up,” you protest in mock offense. What the hell is she talking about? You don’t do that. “I got a doctor’s appointment. Nothing hot about that,” you say nonchalantly.

Kristen leans in, lowering her voice dramatically. “A doctor, huh? Do you have an ache only he can cure with his special tool?”

“You’re a pervert, you know that?” 

“Yeah, duh. That’s why you love me,” she chuckles, causing the corners of your own lips to twitch. 

“Well,” she smirks, “I hope the doctor will take the best care of you.” 

You roll your eyes at her teasing, grab your bag and blow her a kiss before heading out. You leave the office with a grin, reveling in the sunshine that greets you when you step out.

The warmth of the day feels refreshing against your skin as you stroll to the parking lot. Your dress, despite being a result of prolonged laundry procrastination, is surprisingly comfortable, allowing you to appreciate the light breeze that rustles its fabric. 

The sun casts a golden hue on the cityscape and you can't help but smile at the small pleasures of life – the sun on your face, a staff meeting getting canceled earlier, finding twenty bucks in an old pair of jeans this morning.

Life is okay at the moment.

Despite work kicking your ass, your mother trying to guilt-trip you into coming “home” and the last hookup you had throwing you out in the middle of the goddamn night because his wife came home from her business trip early.

You’re feeling good. 

One might even say you’re happy.

If only there wasn’t this nagging feeling in the pit of your stomach.

You take a deep breath and straighten your shoulders when you see your Uber pull up. Get yourself together. 

The car winds through the city streets, and as you give Joel's address to the driver, you can't help but feel a flutter of anticipation. The engine hums softly as you navigate the familiar turns, presenting the perfect background to lose yourself in a daydream.

As you settle into the comfort of your bed, the world outside fades away. In the gentle embrace of your imagination, you feel a figure appear behind you. Their warmth is a soothing balm, and as they pull you close, a profound sense of security envelops you. The weight of the world, of your being lifts, replaced by the tender reassurance of this ethereal embrace.

In this imagined sanctuary, sleep finds you easily, cradled in the arms of solace. The whispered promise of warmth and safety lingers, allowing dreams to unfold like petals, undisturbed and serene in the soft glow of moonlight.

The notification sound of your phone pulls you back to reality. Glancing at the screen, you see Joel's name. You open the message and involuntarily press your thighs together, your pulse quickening instantly. 

Door’s open. Get naked, then come upstairs.You’re in real trouble, angel.

---

The familiar scent of Joel’s home greets you when you step inside. It smells more like home than your apartment or any other place you’ve lived in since you were a child. Safe, warm, comforting – like its owner. And it’s a surprisingly well-decorated and welcoming home for a bachelor.

So much so that you asked him flat out if he had a wife on your first night together.

You take your shoes off and put your bag on the couch in the living room before heading to the downstairs bathroom to wash your hands and quickly check if you look presentable. Your eyes are a bit swollen from lack of restful sleep, but other than that, you’re good to go.

As you take your dress, bra and panties off, you somewhat fondly remember the last time Joel ordered you to his home because you were sending him filthy texts and photos while you both were at work. 

You spent thirty minutes sitting still on his lap while he worked on his computer, his throbbing cock buried deep inside you. Every time he would shift in his chair a little, you would whimper into the crook of his neck and he would whisper into your ear how well you were doing for him and draw soothing circles on your back with his palm.

You hated and loved every torturous second of it. 

The office door is open when you come upstairs. Your eyes widen when you see Joel sitting at his desk. It’s incredible how handsome he looks. He’s wearing a black t-shirt, blue gym shorts and his glasses as he’s staring at the computer and typing something with his index fingers.

Your heart starts beating faster as you take him in, the domesticity of this scene giving you an unexpectedly warm feeling deep within you. 

“You just gonna stand there and stare at me?” Joel asks with a swivel of his chair, his body now facing yours. He saw you out of the corner of his eye before but now that he’s getting a good look at you, his jaw almost hits the floor.

He will never get used to seeing you naked. 

“God, you’re so much more beautiful in real life,” he murmurs, his pupils blown wide and the admiration in his voice unmistakable.

You give him a satisfied smile as you lean against the doorframe. “I sure hope so,” you tease. 

“Do you know why you’re here, darlin’?” Joel asks with a tilt of his head, his brow slightly furrowed.

“I’m assuming it has something to do with the silly little texts and pics I sent you to brighten up your day,” you say, feigning innocence. “Did you like them?” 

“You really think now’s the time to be a brat, huh?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “Alright, then.” His eyes sparkle dangerously as he sits back in his chair and spreads his legs wider.

“You sure you got nothing else to say to me?”

“I’m—sorry?”

“No,” he tilts his head and you see the hint of a smirk tugging at his lips. “But you will be when I’m done with you.”

You bite your lip as your eyes focus on the visible bulge in Joel’s shorts, and try to suppress the huge grin that’s threatening to spread across your face. This is exactly what you wanted and you both know it.

“Hands and knees, baby,” Joel orders calmly and puts his hands on his thighs. “C’mere.”

You lower yourself on all fours without hesitation and crawl towards him slowly, making sure to sway your hips and never break eye contact. Joel’s the only person you’d put yourself in such a submissive position for and you revel in the exhilarating feeling it gives you.

Joel keeps his eyes trained on you, subtly rubbing his thighs as you come closer to where he’s needed you all day. His eyes are dark and full of need as he licks his lips and follows the mesmerizing movement of your body. He likes how you, despite your brattiness, know perfectly well where your place is. 

“Look at what you did,” he says, once you’re kneeling on all fours between his spread legs. He palms his throbbing cock over the fabric and your eyes widen a little, your pussy clenching around nothing.

“That's right, baby, you did this. And now you need to take responsibility for your actions.” He gently caresses your cheek, tracing your lips with his thumb.

When he presses on your lower lip, you instinctively open your mouth enough for his finger to slip inside. He presses on your tongue, admiring the feeling and your willingness to submit.

“Look at you,” he chuckles, gently rubbing his cock. “Such a little slut, always wants something in her mouth.”

He moves his thumb further along your tongue, causing you to furrow your brow and gag a little. “You couldn't help yourself, huh, just had to put on a show all day like the needy whore you are.” 

He takes his thumb out of your mouth and pulls his shorts all the way down, letting them fall on the floor next to his chair. His heavy cock flops against his lower belly, causing you to swallow and part your lips instinctively. Joel smirks at your reaction, enjoying the raw need sparkling in your eyes as he strokes himself slowly.

You start squirming, pressing your thighs together to alleviate at least some of the uncomfortable ache between your legs, and let out an almost inaudible whine as Joel continuously strokes up and down his length while looking at you curiously. 

He leans in and tilts your chin up, his dark eyes boring into you.

“That’s it, isn’t it?” He asks softly, feigning concern. He looks from you to his cock and back, raising an eyebrow. “All of this just because you’re a pathetic little cockslut with nothing else in her dumb little head than my cock. Isn’t that right, angel?”

You nod slowly, your lips slightly parted, hypnotized by Joel’s big eyes and filthy words.  

“Use your words, slut,” he growls, gripping the back of your neck to tilt your head up even more. 

“I just—wanted you so bad, I–” 

“Aww, of course you did,” he teases you, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Tell me your safeword, angel.” 

He looks into your eyes intently as you say it out loud, then puts a soft kiss on your lips. You whimper when he withdraws, the feeling of his warm lips lingering. 

“Open up,” he orders with a tap of his fingers to your bottom lip. “Stick your tongue out for me.” 

You obey and do as he says, looking into his eyes expectantly. You watch in awe and pure need as the thick glob of saliva makes its way down from Joel’s mouth and lands on the back of your tongue. A shiver runs down your spine as you feel it run down your throat. 

“Swallow.” He gently puts a strand of hair behind your ear as you show him your empty mouth. “Good girl.”

You moan softly at his praise and furrow your brow when your eyes find his cock again. 

“You really want it, huh,” Joel purrs, trailing your neck and chest gently with his hands. When he brushes your nipples, you wince a little, eliciting a low chuckle from him. “Spread your legs, baby. Let me see your little pussy.” 

He sucks in a sharp breath, his cock twitching impatiently when you sit back on your heels and present your glistening folds.

“Fuck me,” he murmurs, tracing your belly all the way down to your mound and stopping right before touching your clit. “Must’ve been uncomfortable to sit in that all day, hm?” 

He gently pulls your lips apart with his thumbs and index fingers, inspecting you closely. “Your little clit is so swollen, baby, does it hurt?” 

“Mhm,” you whine, his touch so close to your neglected bundle of nerves torturing you beyond belief. “It–it hurts so bad, Sir.” 

“Hmm,” he searches your eyes, “and that’s why you thought it was a good idea to send me all those naughty messages?” He spreads your lips apart further, eliciting a long moan from you. “You thought I’d fuck you if you did?”

“Y–yes,” you stammer, your legs trembling, “I’m sor–”

You’re cut off when Joel lets go of your lips and swipes his fingers through your dripping wet folds agonizingly slowly, once, twice, three times, barely brushing your pulsating clit. 

Listening to the noises you make and feeling your hot cunt on his hand is enough to make him almost come, despite his cock not having any contact at the moment. His eyes never leave yours as you whimper desperately, his barely there touch enough to build your long overdue orgasm.

“Go on, angel,” he withdraws his hand and holds his hand up to your lips, “clean up the mess you made.”

He pushes his wet fingers into your mouth, forcing you to suck your own juices off of him. You do so eagerly, sucking and licking his fingers, moaning around them. 

“You would’ve sucked my cock in front of everyone if I had let you, huh.” You let out a desperate moan, feeling your pussy get wetter at the thought. “That’s right, baby,” Joel chuckles. “Show everyone you’re my little cockslut.”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth, satisfied with the job you did, then grabs your chin hard, his wet fingers pressing into your hot cheeks.

“You want it so bad, baby? Then beg for it.” 

“Please,” you whine. “Please let me suck your cock, please, I–I want your cock so bad—”

“All yours, baby.”

He leans back in his chair, clasping his hands behind his head, looking at you through lidded eyes. 

“Fuuuck, that’s it,” Joel groans as you start licking and sucking at his balls, then lightly trace the veins of his cock with your warm tongue, swirling it around the tip, licking up the salty precum. You look at him expectantly as you lick up and down his length, fondling his balls with your hand. 

He smiles at the needy look in your eyes, finding it unbelievably hot that you want to, need to hear his praise so badly even though it’s obvious that everything you do to him is and feels beyond perfect. 

“Good girl,” he says softly, eliciting a little whimper from you. “Now stop teasing and take it.”

You immediately hold him up by the base and take the tip into your mouth, sucking on it eagerly. You take him further, inch by inch, bobbing your head up and down his shaft until he’s nudging the back of your throat. Your eyes well over with tears as you gag around his cock. Joel groans in response, his whole body tensing as he tangles his hands in your hair.

You make a surprised sound when he leans over you and pushes your head down until your nose is rubbing his pubic hair, giving you no chance to move your head. He keeps his length buried deep inside you for a few seconds before pulling you up, a thick string of saliva mixed with precum connecting you two, only to push you right back down.

“Fuck, I love the sounds you make,” Joel pants as you choke and whine loudly. 

He pulls your head back up to let you catch your breath and make sure you’re enjoying yourself as much as he is. He knows from the look in your eyes that you are, but he wants to make sure before you continue. 

“What’s your color, angel?” 

You look at him with bleary eyes, but give him a dazed smile and whisper, “Green.”

Joel nods and caresses your wet cheeks, wiping away some of your tears with his thumbs. 

He traces your swollen lips with the head of his cock, loving the way his precum sticks to them. 

“Breathe through your nose, baby,” he pants. “Can’t have you passing out on me.”

You wrap your lips around his head, swirl your tongue around it, then bob your head again – messily, sloppily, just the way he likes it. 

“Good girl,” he breathes, thrusting his hips to slide in and out of your mouth, smiling at you and petting your hair. “Such a perfect little fleshlight.”

You tremble and moan around him, not entirely sure if his filthy mouth, his groaning, or the fact that he’s using you for his pleasure  is turning you on the most. You just know you love it when he holds your head steady and fucks your mouth roughly, taking what he wants from you, making you gag and choke, saliva and tears running down your cheeks, chin, neck, and body.

You look like a masterpiece. 

“I’m close, baby,” Joel pants, your perfect, wet mouth and the admiration he sees in your big, wet eyes making him tremble every time he thrusts his hips into you. You push him right over the edge when you squeeze his balls hard. 

He comes with a strangled groan, shooting rope after rope of warm cum down your throat and onto your tongue. You welcome it with eager moans, so far gone that you don’t realize what you’re doing until after it’s too late — you swallow it all without his permission.

Fatal mistake. 

Joel grabs you by your hair, pulling you off his pulsating cock, still breathing heavily.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, huh?”

Your eyes widen in shock, your lip quivering. “I–I'm sorry, I–I forgot.”

“You forgot?” Joel sighs and raises his eyebrows. He loosens his grip in your hair and looks at your eyes welling up with tears. You stumble over your words as you keep apologizing over and over again. You’re so perfect like this. 

“What’s your color, baby?” 

“Green, Sir,” you sniffle. “It’s green.”

“Now what am I supposed to do with a fleshlight that doesn’t work right, hm?” He tilts your chin up and rubs it softly with his thumb. “Do you think you deserve to get fucked?”

“I’m—please, I'll be good, I promise,” you choke out through tears and hiccups. “Please, I’ll do anything you want, just please—”

Joel smirks and leans back in his chair. “No need to tell me that, angel. I know you’ll do anything.” He lifts his foot between your thighs, eliciting a small, needy noise from you when he presses it against your swollen cunt.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby. All from being used, hm?”

“Yes, Sir,” you whine, wiping your cheeks and trying your hardest to stay still. “Thank you.”

“Such a pathetic little slut.” He rubs his foot against your folds, and you moan, closing your eyes, your lips trembling, your face hot from embarrassment and arousal. Joel presses harder and you cry out, your hips jerking instinctively. 

“Pathetic enough to hump my leg?”

He snorts when he sees the stunned look on your face. You are definitely startled, but you don't protest. Joel can see a mix of hesitation and need in your eyes, and he understands that he needs to push you.

“I’m not going to fuck you,” he says, gently petting your hair, “so you better thank me for letting you come at all.”

He sighs and pulls your head back by your hair when you don’t answer fast enough. 

“Use your words, slut.”

“Th–thank you,” you whimper. “I–I just–” You trail off, too shocked and embarrassed to finish your sentence, your voice trembling as you babble unintelligibly.

You hear Joel say your name and feel him cup your cheeks. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

You sniffle and try to focus on his eyes. “Tell me your color,” he says gently, his deep voice soothing your nerves. 

“Still green,” you breathe, swallowing hard. 

He searches your eyes and nods before sitting back up and extending his leg a little.

“Go on, then.”

You look at the satisfied smirk on his face before taking a deep breath and scooting forward, adjusting yourself against Joel’s leg. Gripping Joel’s thigh for balance, you tilt your hips forward until your clit makes contact with his hairy leg. You shudder at the feeling, a needy little moan escaping your lips. 

Joel’s pupils are so blown, his eyes are completely black now. 

You slowly drag your hips upward and duck your head, embarrassed that you’re actually enjoying this – and that you’re this wet. After slowly rocking your hips up and down a few times, you can’t keep yourself from moaning anymore. It feels to fucking good.

You shift a little and allow yourself to set a pace that will make you come. You nuzzle your face against Joel’s thigh and don’t hold back anymore, rutting against his leg with abandon, chasing your release. 

“That’s it, angel,” Joel purrs, gently brushing a wet strand of hair out of your face. “You’re doing so well for me.”

You rock your hips against his leg over and over again, your brows furrowed, whimpering desperately as you grind your wet folds against Joel’s leg, the friction causing your whole body to shudder.

Joel fucking loves seeing you like this; pliant, obedient, wanting to be good so badly that you’d do anything to please him. Most of all, though, he loves how much you trust him. 

“You’re such a good girl,” he praises, tilting your chin up to look into your glazed over eyes. “My good girl.”

You moan at his words, your fingers digging into the flesh of his thighs, your hips jerking frantically, desperate for release. Joel smiles softly at your reaction, reveling in the fact that he's ruining you for anyone else.

He fucking delights in it.

“That’s right, angel. Keep looking at me with those beautiful eyes.”

You barely hear what he says as your breathing comes out in noisy, deep gasps, too far gone, too overwhelmed to feel embarrassed at fucking yourself on Joel’s leg. There are no thoughts left in your brain, your only focus now is chasing your climax.

“Feels good, huh? Such a spoiled brat, aren’t you,” he taunts, marveling at your blissed out expression and the sheen of sweat glistening on your naked body.

“You think you deserve to come, hm? Even though you’re just a dumb little whore, only good for taking my cock in all her holes?”

That’s almost enough right there to tip you over the edge. 

“Tell me what you are.”

You let out a choked sob, fresh tears making their way down your cheeks. Joel wipes them away with his thumbs as you stutter, “I’m–I’m your dumb little whore, Sir. I’m all yours — please, please–”

He gives you a warm smile as his dark eyes bore into. “Come for me, angel.”

You press your throbbing clit hard against him, humping his leg feverishly until the tension finally snaps and shockwaves grip your whole body, your legs trembling as you moan uncontrollably. Your walls contract around nothing as you collapse onto Joel’s thigh and start sobbing.

It’s all too much right now. 

He immediately draws you into his strong arms, lifting you up and cradling you. “Shh, sweetheart,” he purrs, holding you tight and stroking your hair, “you did so well. Are you alright, hm? You want me to go get you a towel?”

Your eyes widen at the suggestion of him leaving you, causing you to shake your head fervently, your tears flowing freely now as you gradually come down from your high. 

“Shh, it’s okay, baby” he coos, putting soft kisses on the top of your head and rubbing soothing circles on your back. “I’m not going anywhere.” 

You're still naked and Joel wants you to feel comfortable and warm, so he swivels you two towards the couch to snag the blanket and drape it over you. He holds you close, whispering into your hair how well you did and how good you are, intermittently pressing soft kisses on your wet face. 

You feel the steady rise and fall of his chest with each breath, a comforting rhythm that wraps around you like a protective cocoon. The warmth emanating from his body seeps into yours, making you feel calm and protected. 

Joel’s not surprised that you need physical affection and closeness right now, knowing that humiliation is one of the most effective ways to make you fly – and crash.

Falling apart in front of somebody, allowing them to see you in such a raw, uninhibited state, is an incredibly vulnerable act.

Joel is not taking your trust lightly. 

When he sees you wipe your nose with your arm, he swivels you back to his desk and opens the drawer to get you some tissues. Your heart skips a beat when you see what else is inside, but you keep quiet. 

“Was I really good?” You mumble after listening to Joel’s calming heartbeat for a few minutes.

“You were perfect, baby,” he says softly, pressing a tender kiss on the crown of your head. 

“So, can you fuck me now?”

The vibrations of Joel’s chuckles reverberate beneath you, making you laugh yourself. 

“How about we make sure you drink enough and eat something first, hm?”

“Just say that your refractory period is getting longer, old man.” 

“Why, hello,” he laughs and pinches your sides, making you squeal, “the princess is back.” You lift your head to look into his eyes. His beautiful, warm eyes. “You think I’ll fuck you if you keep being a brat, hm?” 

“That’s exactly what I think. Because you always do. Because you love it.” 

“Wow,” he chuckles and shakes his head. “All this just now and you’re still sassing me?”

“Just admit you fucking love it, so we can move on and decide what we wanna have for dinner,” you murmur. 

Joel can’t hold back the beaming smile that’s spreading across his face.

Save for last time, you usually leave shortly after you’ve come down. He’ll sometimes ask if you want to stay a bit, but will never pressure you into doing so – even if it hurts him. 

And it does, sometimes, if he’s being honest. 

“Alright, alright,” he sighs deeply, his smile betraying his mocking tone. “I fucking love it when you’re a little brat and torture me all fucking day, making me sit in a fucking meeting for hours on end with a hard cock, listening to some rich fucks who want me to build some bullshit building for them.” 

You giggle at the description of his day and kiss his dimple. “I really am sorry, you know.”

“No you’re not,” he shakes his head. “Now, what are you in the mood for?”

“Can we, um, can we go eat the fattiest, unhealthiest junk food ever and then wash it down with huge cups of pure sugar, so we’re both gonna have a stomach ache for the next three days?” 

“Have I ever told you you’re perfect before?”

---

You step out of the shower, dry off, wash your face with Joel’s face wash and drink a glass of water. Joel put your bag outside the door when you were in the shower, giving you space to do your thing and going downstairs to take a shower there himself.

You’re kind of tired now, feeling a little burnt out.

You put on your panties and retrieve the comfy gym shorts you were smart enough to bring with you from your bag. They’re the only other clean piece of clothing besides the dress you could find in your drawer this morning.

“Joel?” You shout from the top of the stairs. 

“Yeah?”

“Can I borrow a t-shirt?” 

“Sure, darlin’. Just grab one you like.” 

“Thank you.” 

You smile and make your way to Joel’s bedroom. Opening the drawer, your eyes fall on a white shirt you’ve seen him wear many times. Don’t do it. You sigh defeatedly and lift the shirt up to your face, inhaling the unmistakable scent. 

Then you suddenly remember it. Fuck. You need to make sure. 

You put on the shirt and quickly walk to the office. Taking a deep breath and making sure Joel’s not watching you snoop through his things, you open the drawer. 

The polaroid feels strange in your hand as you lift it to take a closer look. 

It’s one of Tommy, you and Joel in it, from the night Tommy introduced you two. You don’t even remember taking this one, but now that you’re looking at it, you see something. It’s the way you’re smiling.

You turn the photo and read the handwritten note that catches your eye. 

when I met her

You swallow hard and put it back. It doesn’t mean anything. You hung the other polaroid, the one of only you and Joel, up in your apartment and that doesn’t mean anything either—right?

“Babe?” Joel’s voice pulls you back.

You turn around and look at him, startled. “I, uh, was just looking for some batteries. Couldn’t find any though.” 

“I got plenty downstairs,” he says with a tilt of his head. “Come on, let’s go.”

---

You’re sitting in a booth, munching on your burger, intermittently sipping your soda. You don’t even realize you haven’t answered Joel for the third time. 

“Are you sure everything’s okay, sweetheart?” Joel touches your arm, his brow furrowed. You look at his concerned face, his cute little frown, before putting down your burger with a sigh. 

“I, uh,” you start but can’t think of the right words. “I’m just feeling a little off these days, I guess. Work’s been stressful and, um, you–you’re gonna think I’m weird,” you murmur while picking at the fries on your plate. 

“Darlin’,” Joel sighs, taking your hand into his, “you’re the weirdest person I’ve ever met.” He chuckles when he sees your offended face. “And I wouldn’t change a thing.”

He rubs the back of your hand softly and searches your eyes. “You know you can tell me anything, right?” 

“It’s, um,” you clear your throat. “Do you ever get this feeling that there’s something looming?”

He tilts his head and looks at you curiously. “I’m not sure I follow, darlin’?”

“Like if you’re happy, do you ever feel like it’s not real, it can’t be real, and there’s something looming? Like there’s something just waiting to fuck everything up?” 

When he doesn’t answer, you avert your gaze and try to withdraw your hand. “I’m sorry, I’m killing the vi–”

“No, sweetheart. Hey, c’mere.” He extends both of his hands to you on the table and you give him yours to hold. “I’m sorry, darlin’,” he murmurs, “your question just caught me off guard a little.”

You softly rub his hand with your right thumb and study his features. He looks gorgeous with his tousled hair and his big cow eyes.

“Look, I know that happiness is hard to accept sometimes because we’re afraid of it not lasting. It may even seem easier to sabotage it preemptively, so we’re not disappointed or don’t get hurt when something bad does happen. And I also know that we sometimes don’t think we even deserve to be happy.”

Bingo. 

“But sweetheart, I need you to understand something,” he squeezes your hands gently, his sincere eyes boring into you.

“If anyone deserves to be happy, it’s you.” 

You try your best to blink away the tears that are forming in your eyes.

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Top 10 mechanisms songs that you can get away with playing at a retailers without too many side eyes

I got a job in retail and I felt inspired lol

Disclaimer: this is not a list of the best mechanisms songs/the ones I think deserve to go "mainstream", they're just the ones that would blend in the best

1. Sirens

This song is probably the mechanisms' least "centered" song. It doesn't mention any characters, it has no narration, and out of context it just sounds like A Song that you might hear on the radio. Sirens is to the mechanisms as you're the one that I want is to grease, you know?

2. Trial by song

THIS one. It's in the same category to me as Sirens; you can listen to it by itself and not suspect much. Unlike Sirens which can be completely separated and still make sense, this one is more like a whole new world from Aladdin. There are parts that make it obvious that it's from a larger whole, but if you just so happen to catch the "safe" parts you won't suspect much.

Points were deducted due to Mr. Soldier's unique vocals. (Unique as in not very common in mainstream music)

3. Empty trail

This is no offense to Dr. La Cognizzi, but sometimes when she sings it's hard to make out what she's saying, which works in her favor in these circumstances. It sounds country/rock, which help it blend in with some dad rock songs. If I remember correctly, the melody was actually taken from a Led Zeppelin song, so if you aren't paying attention to what's ACTUALLY being said you can get away with claiming it's a cover.

4. Ties that bind

Although this one does mention many plot points, many fans have stated that they had no idea what the fuck was being said until the have looked for the lyrics (myself included) this, combined with it's jazzy rythm, make it able to blend in with other songs, similarly to empty trail

5. Odin

The most "normal" song out of the entirety of The Bifrost Incident. This song made it to the top five because it has similarities with Roam by the B-52's, but had points deducted due to it clearly being about an awesome space train

6. Lost in the cosmos

This might just be personal opinion, but it sounds like a church song. You can pull off the effect of it being about earth Jesus and not space robot Jesus if you have particularly bad quality speakers and a busy store w/lots of noise. Again, the lyrics kinda give it away as to not being entirely main stream

7. Stranger

Look it's a banger, ok? Many of the lyrics could be taken as just being metaphors, but I feel like you have to squint to "see" it. Pay too much attention and shit gets a little weird. Also, points deducted because it's two men singing together and not a man and a woman, which throws a wrench into the works. At kohl's it might raise some eyebrows but in like hot topic it'll blend in a little better

8. Redeath

You would think a song about a sphoenix (space phoenix) would be lower on the list but you'd be wrong. It's a really pretty song with a good original melody, and it's something that can be drowned out by a particularly rowdy crowd. Like Stranger, it would blend in better at a hot topic than at kohl's, but only slightly.

9. Elysian Fields

The melody in Elysian Fields is taken directly from the song wayfaring stranger, which has been coverd by Jonny Cash, Ed Sheeran, Poor Man's Poison, and The Longest Johns, AS WELL HAS having been featured in the movie 1917 and in the video game The Last of Us II, which make it very recognizable. Because of this recognizability, people who know the original song may be caught off guard by hearing it in a Walmart with completely different lyrics. It was originally in 7th place, but the popularity of the original takes off many points

10. Once and future king

It's a banger, don't get me wrong, but it also very heavily and clearly mentions plot points from the album, which itself is heavily base on Aurtharian mythology; something very well known in the western world (also the names are not common at all and most haven't been in fashion in centuries). In a crowded, busy space with not very good quality speakers it could potentially blend in, but one or two names might sneak out. The only reason it's on the list is because of the instrumental outro, which sounds normal enough

#the mechanisms #hnoc #tbi #udad #two songs that didn't make it on the list were cinder's song and sleeping beauty #they're both good but too specific

[thalialunacy]

[for the @calaisreno May Promptacular]

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) 6: cold (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17)

'Wasn't it sunny two weeks ago?' John grumbles, taking a too-big gulp of too-hot tea as the usual outside chaos of a Monday morning in London is superceded by-- for fuck's sake-- snow.

His personal chaos, though, is (perhaps predictably) worsened by it.

Sherlock doesn't look up from where he's feeding Rosie from a beaker of scrambled eggs. 'Why is it that people insist on asking inane questions about the weather?'

John turns his eyes heavenward, then crosses to put his mug in the sink. 'I cannot wait until Rosie grows up so I can have a normal conversation with someone,' he mutters.

Sherlock makes a derisive noise. 'Rosamund is not normal nor should she aspire to be. And she is already conversant.'

As if on cue, a sound resembling the word 'Snow!' squeals into the kitchen air.

'That's correct, Ms Watson. 'Snow day.'

'Snow day!' Rosie repeats enthusiastically, flinging her hands in the air. John casually moves the beaker out of flight range. Eggs are relatively easy to clean up, but still.

He looks towards the windows, where the curtains have been pushed back to reveal that brightness that only comes with snow. 'There's barely half an inch out there, you know.'

'Doesn't matter,' Sherlock insists. 'Snow day, it is.'

'Her nursery is still open,' John puts in.

'Snow day!' Rosie yells again.

'I have to go into the clinic,' he tries. The thought of leaving now, though, makes him even grumpier than just the fact of it being a Monday morning with snow on the ground.

Sherlock leans into Rosie. 'What do you think, Rosamund? Don't you agree it's rubbish that your father insists on keeping hours at that dirty place?'

John rolls his eyes. 'Always nice to see your snobbery in full force, then.'

'Nonsense, I'm just stating a fact.'

'Rosie brings home shedloads of germs from nursery every day, Sherlock.'

'All the more reason for you to stop working, cut the number of foreign bodies by half.'

'Sherlock, what--' But John stops, mind stumbling to a conclusion as he stares at Sherlock. Whose neck is starting to redden.

'Never mind,' the detective says, clearly trying to sound neutral but failing. 'Go forth and remain part of the toiling masses.' He plucks Rosie up and takes her over to the window. 'We'll be here having all the fun, we won't miss you at all.'

John pauses, wavering. He puts his coat on, listening as Sherlock and Rosie chat in a language only they understand.

Then he stands up straight, and goes to kiss his daughter goodbye.

Her cheek is soft, her mouth gummy yet sharp with tiny teeth. 'Well,' he says, smoothing back her hair but looking only at Sherlock. 'I cannot say the same will be true for me.'

Sherlock's eyes widen almost imperceptibly. But John's not ready to say more, so he nods once, and makes his way out into the snow.

[ <3 ]

#mayprompts2024 #No plot no problem #This is literally just banter bruh #Johnlock #bbc sherlock #Slice of life #I think is what the kids call it #it's gonna be MAY 2024

[meetinginsamarra]

mayprompts2024, #29 hero

Chapters 1 to 5 here on AO3

If you like the tattoo AU give it some love on my AO3, please. It would mean a lot to me. TYSM!

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White Pony Tattoo - Part Nine (hero)

John turned around to head for the next bus stop, not knowing if he would even be able to get there. Taking a step and moving away from the tattoo shop seemed impossible. The weight of the world was crushing down on his shoulders and the outlook of not seeing Sherlock for at least a week cut deep into his chest and right into his heart.

The connection I’ve felt, being with Sherlock. Now that it’s gone, I almost feel sick.

John rubbed his eyes and sighed heavily.

Dear God, I think I’ve fallen for him. Fuck. Not just his looks, which are top notch of course, no, it’s the whole package of his personality. Even if he is a real dick at times. I can’t help it.

And yet, I’m wondering.

Did he feel it, too? He practically glowed down there in the lab, speaking to me, showing off his equipment. My appreciation of what he has achieved made him incandescent.

But does he like me back? As a person, as John Watson, the whole package I come with? Or was he just happy to have an audience that applauded his every move? To be forgotten as soon as I’m gone and out of his sight?

The gloomy thoughts clogged John’s brain and rendered him unable to walk away, condemning him to oscillate on the pavement in front of the shop.

“Oh, hello dear. You must be John?”

John was so preoccupied by his musings that he jumped badly when a woman’s voice suddenly adressed him.

“Erm, yes?”

Looking into the direction the voice had come from, John registered a frail but distinguished looking old lady. She had just sat down two heavy looking bags with groceries and held a bunch of keys in her hand. A large golden number dangled from the main key ring.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. But you looked so forlorn and sad. Sherlock has not rejected you again, or has he?”

“Ah, no, he’ll tattoo me,” John quickly connected the puzzle pieces, “and you must be Sherlock’s landlady.”

“Tch, I forgot to introduce myself properly.” She chuckled and offered her hand. “I’m Martha Hudson. Most of the time I’m more like Sherlock’s housekeeper since he cannot be arsed to do the simplest household chores himself.”

Shaking her hand firmly, John laughed. “That sounds very much like him. Always thinking about ink, is he?”

“Yes, yes. He calls it the INK, written all in capital letters. It’s his greatest passion, he cares for little else.” She unlocked the front door.

This offhand comment struck a chord in John, one whose sound he did not really want to hear again. Doubt. Doubt if Sherlock really cared about him apart from putting INK on his skin. He shook himself mentally, trying to get rid of the anxiety that crept upon him like a feral beast.

“Pleased to meet you. Let me just praise the scones you’ve made. They’ve been the best I ever had.”

Mrs Hudson made a delighted sound. “What a charmer you are!”

“Just telling the truth.” John pointed to the grocery bags. “Can I help you with these?”

“Oh, please, if you don’t mind, dear. When the weather is like this, my bad hip is always acting up.”

John carried the bags into 221A, Mrs Hudson’s flat on the ground floor. He put them onto her kitchen table and was about to leave when she invited him on a cup of tea as a thank you for his help. Like every proper Englishman, John could not refuse.

“Did you know that Sherlock explicitly requested tea and scones for you today?” Mrs Hudson said when she handed John the cup with steaming hot tea, watching his face quizzically.

“No?” The undeniable sly look on her otherwise so friendly and open face caught John a bit on the wrong foot. “I thought it was the usual hospitality he shows to his clients.”

Mrs Hudson outright laughed.

“My dear, he never cares about hospitality. The clients come to him anyway, no matter how rude he behaves. Can you imagine my surprise when he asked me to provide tea and scones for your appointment today?”

She refilled John’s tea cup. “He said I need tea and the best scones you can bake when John comes back. Sherlock even added a please in an afterthought.”

“He was sure I’d come back and acept his offer. He just knew.” John shrugged. “He knew me better than I know myself.”

“Not the point, dear. Sherlock wanted to have tea and scones for you. He wanted to impress you and be nice. You must mean something to him if he goes to such lenghts, don’t you think?” Mrs Hudson winked and grinned.

John wondered if she had adopted this mannerism from Sherlock or if it had been the other way around.

“I don’t know. I’d like to think so.” John decided to be honest with Mrs Hudson. Somehow, he was convinced he could trust her. He added wistfully. “I really wish I would be more to him than just the next canvas to put his INK onto.”

“He’s had a hard time in the past,” Mrs Hudson said, “he doesn’t let people get close to him easily or quickly lowers the protective shield he’s put around his heart.”

“Really?” John wondered. “He seemed pretty open and relaxed when he showed me all the stuff in his ink laboratory in the basement.”

“He what?” Mrs Hudson cried out and jumped up. The hip was not bothering her now, apparently.

“John! He never lets people in there. It’s his sanctum sanctorum. It took four months and constant nagging on my behalf until he let me take a look and I own this house. If he shows it to you just like this, you have to be very special to him already!”

Blissful warmth spread through John’s body. His nerves tingled and his blood sang a dulcet melody full of hope. Could it be that…

John beamed. “Thank you so much for telling me, Mrs Hudson. That he cares about me.”

Suddenly, Mrs Hudson’s posture changed.

She fixated John with ice cold eyes, pinning him on the chair. Steel had replaced every trace of her earlier softness and age-related frailty. She stepped up to John.

“Just to give a you heads-up, you’re not the only person who cares about Sherlock.” Her voice was sharp, quiet and deadly serious. “Or protects him.”

It sent chills running down John’s spine.

Mrs Hudson briefly squeezed John’s shoulder. “If you hurt him, I’ll lace your tea with rat poison. I know a nice lad who is a building contractor and he’ll bury your body somewhere in a concrete slab.”

Theatrical as it might appear, John believed her every word.

And just like this, the fearsome avenging angel that had occupied Mrs Hudson’s body disappeared, leaving the nice old landlady behind.

“Do you want another cup of tea, my dear?” She asked sweetly.

In this moment John decided that Martha Hudson was a true heroine.

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tagging some people @totallysilvergirl @peageetibbs  @lisbeth-kk @raina-at @calaisreno

#mayprompts2024 #number 29 hero #my sherlock fanfics #white pony tattoo #no beta we die like (wo)men

[annimoose]

Ranking malevolent characters on how hot I think they might be:

Arthur lester - 7 or 8/10

A lot of people seem to be drawn to him, whether that be appearance or personality wise (I totally believe this to be a side effect of John's manipulation bleeding over but skeijrir)

Claiming this because Noel asked him if was married during being asked what he wanted and when Oscar was going to ask him if he wanted to go do... something 🏳️‍🌈❓️

John Doe - 1 or 10/10

There is no in-between for this. He's either the beautiful and elegant fractured piece of the kiy or a shrimp. I will not elaborate further.

Peter Yang - 10/10

He was too sexy for the world. 😔

Eddie - 8/10

Big bruiser guy can attack me anytime, lord have mercy

Kellin - fucked up/10

I mean, hes a war veteran who wears a gas mask at all times. He's fucked up physically and mentally. I hope he's doing alright. (I- know he's not)

Antoine - 10/10

Another character too hot for the world. What a shame. 😩

The King In Yellow - 9/10

He's an elder god who's known for lavish and madness, I KNOW he's hot. Minus one point because he prolly is a lil fucked up after being split in two.

John even comments on how remarkable he is (this could be just to inflate his ego but whatever you say john,, 🙄)

The Vanguard - 0/10

Would've been a great mascot for the Talking Heads

(If I see a what that mouth do comment I will delete this fucking post)

The Trader - 6/10

Honestly, I just would love to see some Trader fanart. I think he would look cool :)

Micheal Faust - delectable/10 or 11/10

Are you Mr. Faust because damn you're looking like a fine snack. 🥴

Had a guy eat him out, like literally.

Lorick - FROG/10

FROG FRIEND, FROG FRIEND. No hot is simply FROG frien 🐸

Kayne - eeeehh,,, 5/10,, probably 6 being generous?

I know a controversial take but let me splain

Not necessarily calling him bad looking but I feel like his features would definitely be stretched and contorted just enough to be unnerving. Looks human but you can definitely tell he's not.

Yellow - piss baby/10

Roll em up like a jaundice blunt and smoke em up. 🚬

Uncle - 0/10

I know what I said about Auntie Nyan Nyan but I promise you I'm not a monster fucker.

Mmmm Antie Nyan Nyan could put a collar on me and walk me like the dirty dog I am anytime.

Wallace Larson - 8/10 personality wise - -0/10

Would probably look hot, ngl,, too bad hes rotten to the core.

I hope he's getting his femur shattered over and over again during his permanent vacay in the Dreamlands.

The Butcherrrr - 6/10

Probably wouldn't look too bad for an old man. I really dont have much more to add on him.

Butcher my beloved 💖

Marie - widow/10

She deserves the world on a silver plater 💖

Mr. Scratch - NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE NIGHTMARE/10

Now if we're going to talk about Lilith, everyone knows she's a 20/10. That's literally her thing to be hot and to swoon men. Thankfully she did NOT do this to Arthur.

Oscar - 5/10

Idk, I just feel like he wouldn't be that hot. 🤷‍♀️

This does not make me love him even less because GOD he deserved better. 💖

Detective Noel - 9/10

God I miss my man wife. It's not even funny. 😭

I'm starving now, gotta see if I have any left over Mr. Faust in the fridge.

Yaaay I did most characters. 🎉

This kinda derailed a little bit, but eh, whatever.

#malevolent #malevolent podcast #malevolent spoilers #malevolent pod #moose rambles #anmins malevolent tag

[frenziedslashers]

Also knife, thank you for the ask offering me water and telling me to stay cool. I tried to tell you about the concert with that ask but Tumblr deleted both of them <3 I'll share about the concert tomorrow, I promise.

#orian rambles #orians dumbassery #orians asks #🔪 anon #john 5 in person was hot as fuck

[moody-alcoholic]

Alternative Timeline

I have writers block so I have just been writing anything I want hoping I can break it XD

I always wondered what would happen if Johnny never died Rosaly never joined 141, would Johnny have ever introduced them?

Full fic HERE

Summary: Johnny introduces Rosaly to 141, fluff/ filler, mentions of alcohol. First draft dribbles. 1.6k words.

I was nervous all of a sudden. I have never been nervous before, especially coming to this place the local. I was finally going to meet 141 these people Johnny has talked about for years. I took a breath in and walked into the pub. Immediately I was hit with the heat and noise, I waved at Sam the bartender. Small pub in a small town everyone knows everyone. I looked round the room, people nestled in booths drinking pints. It feels good to be home. I couldn’t see John, I checked my watch he definitely said 6. He must be on the other side of the bar. I walked round unzipping my coat.

“Rosie!” hear John shout before I see him. I relax as soon as I see him walking towards me. I hug him he picks me up spinning me around as I protest, wriggling in his grip.

“Hey.” I say breaking from the hug. He throws his arm over my shoulder and walks me over to the table. I see 3 men sat on the plush couch.

“Rosaly, This is Kyle, Simon and John, but you can call him Price.” He said pointing at each person. I smile nodding and go over to shake their hands.

“What do you want to drink?” He asked. I shook my head.

“I’m driving,” I say.

“Fuck that come stay at the house.” He says.

“You don’t have room.” I said as a matter of fact. I would normally stay at John’s but he had the guys staying so there was no room.

“Don’t be silly we’ll share.” He said laughing. I roll my eyes I was not in the mood to argue.

“Beer?” He asks again.

“I can get it,” I say taking the rest of my coat off hanging it over the back of a chair. I looked at the rest of the glasses on the table.

“Need anything else?”

“Another round if you’re buying,” Price said finishing his drink off. I smiled holding my hand out for John’s card. He rolls his eyes handing it over.

“Still ain’t got that promotion.” He laughs.

“We can’t all be special forces John.” I say ruffling his hair and going over to the bar.

“Welcome back.” Sam says coming over. I smile.

“5 pints.” I say.

“House stuff?” I shake my head.

“Carlsberg or something, whatever they had last.” I reply.

“So how come all you military guys are so hot.” I laugh.

“Who’s number do you want?” I ask raising my eyebrow.

“The blonde is kinda cute.” He says pulling the beers. I look over at him. He was kinda cute. Simon, John introduced him as. So that’s the mysterious Ghost. John talks about him the most. He looked over at me and his gaze caught my eyes, I felt my stomach jump and looked away feeling heat rush to my cheeks.

“Here love,” Sam says pushing the tray to me. I swipe the card paying.

“Thanks Sam.” I pick the tray up and carefully walk over to the table. The all move glasses as I put it down as slowly as I can. I take a seat next to John and reach for a glass gulping it down not realising how dry my throat had become. No one is saying anything so I turn to John.

“How did it go? Did you get him?” I ask.

“I canny tell ya that.” He scoffs. I forget his boss is here. He smiled at me though I knew that smile I nudged him.

“To the future,” I say raising my glass he follows.

“To your promotion,” John says I roll my eyes. The others raise their glass and we all tap them together and drink. I started to relax as the beer warmed my belly.

“So Rosaly, John says your navy.” Price says I nod.

“She’s sound though,” John says, I nudge him.

“I wanted to be a royal marine.” I say shrugging.

“Where have you been while we’ve been saving the world?” John asks.

“Humanitarian mission Sierra Leone.”

“How was it?” He asked. I didn’t want to say. It had been horrible. I shook my head.

“Fine.” I say. He picks up on the tension and looks at Price.

“You’ve been to Africa right what was it Suez crisis?” I chuckle I see Simon laugh too.

Johnny and Price banter back and forth lightening the atmosphere. They all talk about their tours in Africa. I listen to each of them. Simon doesn’t talk much but he laughs at John’s terrible jokes, and backs Price up when he asks for it. Kyle seems nice, Gaz they call him, he’s got a great smile. He started telling me about his family in London, I smiled listening to him. His just got a new niece and he insists on showing me photos. I look at the photos as he gushes about her. I see Simon trying to catch my eyes every now and again. Each time I feel like my cheeks are on fire. Sam was right he was cute. When everyone is almost done with their glasses I offer to get another round.

“Let me help.” Simon insists as I stand up putting the empty glasses on the tray.

“It’s fine honestly sit I got it.” I try to stop him but he pushes past John with empty glasses in his hand. I bend down to pick the tray John winks at me. What does that mean? I shake my head going to the bar. Sam must be in the back.

“So you’re a medic right?” Simon asks. I nod.

“What about you?” I ask. He smiles.

“Classified.” I say at the same time as him. He laughs confused.

“That’s what John says every time I ask him.” I see Sam come back with a box of crisps.

“Same again Rose?” He asks putting it down. I nod.

“Sam this is Simon, Simon Sam our long suffering bartender.” Sam laughs taking the tray down.

“It’s always too quiet when you and John are deployed.” I shrug.

“What do you do then Simon.”

“He’s a midshipman.” I say chuckling tapping the credit card on the bar.

“Oh another navy boy.” Sam says, Simon looks at me an rolls his eyes. I pat him on the shoulder.

“When will you be gone again?” Sam asks. I sigh.

“No idea should find out in a month or so, why got any work?” I ask.

“Maybe got a few events coming up. Is Johnny going to be free?” I look at Simon, his expression doesn't change.

“Don’t know I’ll ask.” I swipe the card as he puts the reader up. Simon insists on carrying the tray. I sit back next to John, the beer is really getting to my head now, I can’t stop thinking about work, maybe I should have taken another day before I came out to be social. I pass the card back to John, he smiles at me. I take a sip of beer making the lump go away. I went back to listening to the story Price was telling, something about a football game.

I was smiling at the story when there was a crash at the front of the pub. My head turned and I heard Sam shouting. I saw a ruffle at the other end of the bar.

“Oi!” I hear Sam shouting.

“Everything alright Sam?” Johnny shouts I stand to look. Sam does not reply Johnny gets up. I see a fight starting Johnny goes to walk, I grab his shirt.

“My turn.” I say smiling. He pouts.

“You have all the fun,” he shouts as I rush over to the fight. I see Sam trying to pull one of the guys off. I grab his collar and pull him up. It’s Geoff the regular, he’s drunk so he doesn’t fight me, he weighs nothing and is too inebriated to do anything.

“Come on you lets have a chat.” I say throwing him in a chair. He looks at me.

“Ah c’mon Rose ‘e started it.” I nod.

“Yeah yeah.” I put my hand out helping the other guy stand up he has a bloody nose. I look in his eyes and guide him to a chair.

“What do you want to do with them Sam?” I ask. He sighs.

“How long you staying?” He asks. I look over at the group who have moved to see what’s going on. I shrug

“Hour or so?”

“They can stay.” I nod. I go to look at the other guys nose.

“What did you say to piss him off?” I ask, grabbing a napkin and dabbing his nose.

“ ‘E’s not frem round ‘ere.” Geoff says his drunken state making him barely understandable. He did look out of place, young, maybe he was here to visit family or something. I hand him the tissue.

“Stick that up your nose, don’t tilt your head back you’ll choke on your own blood.” I stand up looking at Geoff he’s fine he always is. Not the first time me or John have had to boot him out over picking fights. He’s normally harmless, just your regular drunkard.

“You going to behave or do you need to have a chat with John?” He looks over at him and huffs.

“Ne.” He says slumping back in the chair.

“Thanks Rose, next rounds on the house.” I smile and go back over to the table.

“Sorry, what were you saying Price?” I take a swig of beer. Price is smiling I smile back.

“I’ve missed you.” Johnny says laughing.

“I know you have.” I reply.

I don't know if I will make more of this I'm just trying to break my writers block

You wouldn't think I was British and from the north with how horrible I'm writing Johnny's speech...

#fanfic #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #call of duty #simon ghost riley #john price #cod #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #tf 141 #task force 141

[justabackroundcharacter]

Thoughts while watching Wish:

- base princess personality trope

- Never getting over the face that the goat is named Valentino

- 7 dwarfs vibes with the friends

- Hans type character

- Weird ass love song to wishes

- Evil Chris Pratt went from 1-100 really fast

- The wife was 1000000% the kings wish and he used magic to get it

- Angry guy is played by GIZMO MY BELOVED

- 100 year old man move like a 60 year old fr

- Asha also goes from 50-100 real fast

- My favorite song was a little disappointing:(

- What she’s singing and what the animation gives dosent match

- Wifey is CLUELESS

- We could’ve had A STAR BOY INSTEAD WE GET THIS THING

- Star is still cute

- When you are a Star and accidentally make a devils trap in the tree lol

- IM A STAR ⭐️

- thanks for not eating me John

- Throwing books like your cramming for a test

- King is bipolar like actually tho

- EVERYTHING IS FINE

- What are you five ?

- DANCING CHICKENS

- Best friends help each other commit crimes against the kingdom

- King really is evil he made everyone go to an assembly and they aren’t even in school

- WAIT WAS KING SUPPOSED TO BE AN ALIEN

- how old is the king ? Do we know at all ?

- Casually dooms yourself to an eternity of pain because you got insecure

- HE HAS A SECRET LAIR LIKE HAWKMOTH

- ok how do wishes work again ? Was gramps not free to still inspire people

- Not the mom pleading for her daughter to only get her wish trampled on (definitely don’t need to look at how accurate that is)

- Star said SQUARE TF UP

- He’s literally just your king hit him with your bookshelf

- Returns to your stable if anyone asks pLaY dUmB

- when you have to speed run the 5 stages of grief bc you are the main character damnit

- I know what your thinking- WELL I DONT girl that star doesn’t have an expression on his face

- I can not swim *proceeds to jump into the water with reckless abandon *

- You’ve been hit by, you’ve been stuck by LOSS OF YOUR WISH

- ‘AMYIA darling your just in time come meet my new TOY’ why would you WRITE IT LIKE THAT

- Hot take anyone who calls their partner darling is on THIN FUCKING ICE

- King man went insane that is fun

- HANS KNOCK OFF BETRAYED THEM I FUCKING KNEW IT

- Dont worry im a talking mouse but very clean

- When you only want to be a loyal knight but you end up betraying your friends- happens to the best of us dude

- Good find Valentino - my butt found it

- introverts deserve sanctuary— louder for the people in the back

- STRIKE, STRIKE newsies vibes

- YES fulfill your Sabos wish

- doc and dopey slayed

- They all did

- They are like any queer friend group fr

- the chase scene is cool

- YAZ QUEEN GET YOUR HUSBAND

- I was fooled by the love I felt- Its ok queen you were definitely manipulated not your fault

- Don’t destroy never land you bastard

- A stick ? What am I supposed to do with this ?

- The MUSHROOMS 🍄

- Poor gizmo can’t catch a break no matter what universe he’s in

- a dress on a tree more likely than you think

- Dude bro dear got into the mushrooms fr

- Sometimes a plan is just you and your six friends jumping from a high place

- FUCKING HANS GOT ME AGAIN

- thanks John

- Your so right bunnies are terrifying

- Nope nope nope nope nope

- StAr GeT aWaY fRoM tHeRe

- WAIT IS HE MAGIC MIRRIR GUY

- Yay singing again

- THE power of collective singing will always save the day

- GREEN SMOKE

- MyWiShEs dude get a grip

- Simon and queen should be besties now

- LONG LIVE THE QUEEN

- Peter Pan origin story 👀👀

- ZOOTOPIA ?!?

- bippty boppty boo the magic wand is fixed

- Give GIZMO THE WAND 😭he deserves it

- Fireworks yay

- 5/10 movie

#disney wish #wish movie #wish #wish asha #movie thoughts

[cloudofbutterflies92]

Days in Verdansk (Part I)

Ghost x f!oc (banner by @saradika-graphics)

Before starting reading I leave you the song that the soprano sings

09:30, the clock inside the taxi showed the worst time, thirty fucking minutes late. She hated London traffic, she didn't understand why John had decided he wanted to take a civilian plane rather than land directly with one directly served by SAS.

“How long is it?” Nervously Eden began to tap her fingers on her knee, endless curses began to invade her head. At this point it was better to walk the road.

“Stupid fucking city.” From her jacket pocket she took a pack of cigarettes.

“Madam, you don't smoke in my taxi” the taxi driver, with a clear French accent, scolded the young woman. Nice, even the no smoking policy.

“Listen to me we're stuck in traffic and I'm about to miss my flight so” Eden took some banknotes from her bag “I'll pay you and walk away”

The man turned, looking at her from head to toe with a frown. If that guy thought she would just stand there and wait, oh he just didn't understand anything.

“I can't let you go madam ...”

“Miss, I'm not that old” she, disheartened by the situation, threw her head on the seat cushion, huffing, it was absolutely stressful knowing that due to traffic she would have to take the next plane.

“Do you have a name? Maybe it's less annoying"

“Johanna” she lied using her middle name, as MI6 agent Eden was required to conceal her identity, that driver could very well have been someone sent by some enemy spy agency. Never let your guard down, it was a motto that Eden always repeated to herself.

“Oh, German name. I've been to Germany. Frankfurt, it's a nice place”

“In a certain sense they make excellent Grüne Soße” Eden felt lighter, that taxi driver had great patience in putting up with her. Meanwhile, she began to juggle between the messages: 5 messages, and almost all from Simon

“I'm alive, I'm stuck in traffic”

“I was worried, you know there's Price here going back and forth. I think he's going to feel bad because he got scolded as soon as he tried to light up a light."

Eden imagined the captain's situation, barely holding back a laugh.

“I can't wait for you to be here, between him and that Sergeant Mactavish who keeps talking about Scotch and Whiskey. Seeing something beautiful can help ease my nerves”

Something beautiful, how did she return to reality? Had she really said that she was something beautiful to him?

The taxi driver poked around, nothing annoying that could affect that moment "it took little to calm your hot spirits miss"

"It could be" the woman continued to stare at that message like the most precious thing in the world, was she really under a thousand trains for a person who had crossed her path for just over a month? Everything seemed to be moving too fast.

"I think they heard your request," the older man indicated to Eden how the traffic was clearing, almost like ants scattering at the end of their meal.

Checking his watch Eden tried not to panic, 15 minutes and the 'plane would be ready to go.

It was a miracle that in a few minutes she was able to arrive at the airport, running as if she were in the New York City Marathon.

"Wait!" Yelled the brunette, seeing the four soldiers there.

The first to turn was Simon, who immediately caught up with Eden amidst the mild laughter of the dark-skinned soldier and the one with the monhawk:The first was Sergeant Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Price's trusted man who observed the two laughing at her with a scowl. The second was a recent addition to Price's team, John "Soap" Mactavish.

"Look there was traffic and..." Simon stopped her by bringing his hand forward, picking up her suitcase. Soap and Gaz looked on in confusion.

"Is he okay?" Mactavish turned to Gaz, who shrugged.

There was not much time for introductions, Price would make them as soon as they landed in Verdansk, "Because the formalities are not important at the moment," he explained as he headed for the gate. After the necessary procedures, the group was already on the plane, much to Price's general relief. The dear old captain was famous for his punctuality, and Eden understood him well in the end. She, too, hated to have her plans ruined by last-minute obstacles.

But there was something else on her mind: Simon's extreme gallantry towards her. She honestly had not expected to be treated like a princess; by now she was used to not trusting beings of the male gender.

"Everything should be in its proper place" he sat down beside her and adjusted the mask that covered half of his face.

Eden placed her hand on Simon's, "You've been very kind, I guess you missed me so much."

A shiver ran through Simon's body, he was not used to receiving such a carnal gesture.

"You know, I've been thinking about what happened, you're the first person I've ever reacted to like this" he turned his back on Gaz and Soap, all ears to the conversation between the lieutenant and the MI6 agent.

Eden completely ignored them"And did you like what you did?" she then whispered to him, she had noticed how he was, a bit closed off.

"I think so, in the end I'll still say I like you," he turned to John and Gaz, glaring at the two young sergeants, they were still young and had to learn, the classic slightly immature boys, "If you don't finish it I'll make you fly out the window."

Simon's sentence silenced the two sergeants who calmed down to avoid making a mess. "Okay LT" Soap raised his hands, Simon didn't like to be teased, especially in front of the girl he liked, so as not to embarrass her, Eden found it very tender of him, for her it was already so much when he opened up to her like that.

"They'll understand when they meet a girl too" Eden let out a light laugh, wishing she had the same strength to fall asleep as Price, who had immediately fallen into a deep sleep. The captain had so many responsibilities after all and a nap would have done him good.

"I wish I had his strength to fall asleep" Simon sighed; he had the same thought as Eden.

"He's going to read my mind," she thought to herself as the announcer reminded everyone that the plane would be taking off in a few seconds, just in time for a couple consisting of a woman and an older man to sit down in the empty seats in front of Eden and Simon. They appeared to be in distress, so the Mancunian did his best to help place the lady's bag on the overhead compartment.

"You are very kind, sir" the woman then looked at Eden, who showed a small and kind smile, basically she was very confused, but this lady reminded her of her grandmother.Or most likely Simon's gesture had been a catalyst for this calm, where in fact thinking about their mission was not there.

As the couple sat down, Simon and Eden looked at each other spontaneously, as if they had had the same thought for the umpteenth time: would they get old enough to share their lives together?or would their lives be separated? There was a third option, but they didn't want to think about it.

"You are such a nice couple, you remind me so much of Alfred and me when we were young, how long have you been together? "Irina, the lady old lady says, looked at them almost nostalgically. Were they a couple? Was it that obvious? They were flattered and embarrassed, "Thank you ma'am, but we," the brunette looked at Simon who didn't know what to say, "We're more friends here than a couple.

Friends? If that was a definition for getting to know each other, Eden imagined it was the right thing to say, Simon held back a laugh, not because he found the whole thing ironic, but because Eden had turned scarlet when she said it. The young woman bit her tongue, uh, damn Riley.

“Boy I suggest you take this girl and marry her, you can tell from a mile that you have a crush on her "Alfred added, making the lieutenant cough. How he wished he could have been such a dreamy person and let go right away.But it was in his ethics to take things slowly, simmer and then at the right time serve the course that is to let go.

"Alfred and I met in '45, he was a journalist who was writing an article of the effects of the war" Irina began to narrate, with Gaz who on the opposite side of the seat where Simon and Eden were listening interested, the story had also affected the young sergeant.

"I was a young girl escaped from the German occupation, he saw me in the street and recognized the peculiar accent" Irina turned to her husband, in love more than ever "The most beautiful woman in the world, it was the right choice of my life" Alfred declared.

"You are a great example, I hope" the MI6 agent's gaze was mainly turned to Simon "I hope to be happy someday too."

There it was, the statement that left Simon with bated breath, never one like him would have thought of love. With his job it was something he could not afford, and still thought so. But he liked Eden and he had made the first move, he wanted to find out everything about her. Her personality, what she liked, what she hated. Finally something made sense in his life and he didn't want to lose her.

"Really? This asshole seems to have friends everywhere" Soap, file in hand read the information MI6 had gathered on Vladimir Makarov. He had always been a subject under watch, ever since he had decided to join the Inner Circle, known military PMC the alert danger was high. Makarov had always been a great strategist, and his help in the Inner Circle was a danger to nations such as Kostavia but especially Urzikistan, two nations Makarov had targeted.Betrayal of the principles of the motherland Russia in his view were grounds for hatred

"Having a father in politics helps" Eden came out of the bathroom, she had been the last one to make a shower and definitely needed it after the tiring trip she had made.

"Seeing him hang also helped "Price sneered, sipping his beer as he watched Gaz display a map. The mission would be the next day, the goal was to infiltrate a theater during a opera concert.

"According to the information Makarov will be here" Gaz tried to red the windowsill of the east wing of the theater "Eden and Ghost will try to infiltrate those places.Soap and I will follow Baranov here" Gaz looked for the opposite balcony.

Leonid Baranov, was known to be one of the richest oligarchs in Verdansk, his father had financed the reconstruction of the city after the end of World War II, basically he was an important figure in the capital.And Makarov by asking for Baranov's alliance might be able to finance his men.

"I'd say that's a very good plan, I'll contact Shepherd to debrief him," Price turned on his laptop computer. That Shepherd, Eden did not trust him at all. It gave him a rotten feeling, as if he was hiding something shady.

"Is something wrong Park? "Gaz pulled out a lighter, lighting her a cigarette, Eden merely said "I'm going outside," and Simon, until then silent about the situation followed her out the balcony.

"Is it for Shepherd? I don't trust either "he took a deep breath, turning to Eden "but do we have a choice? Laswell and he work for the CIA."

"I don't trust her either if that's what it is, anyone."

Working in MI6 Eden had seen it all, people who were described as reliable turn their backs anyway.In her environment it was the practice to betray human principles and values.

"I understand you, I mean working in a field like ours, you find shit upon shit" the man took a cigarette from his pockets, maybe just that night could fit.

"I thought you didn't smoke."

"And I do, I quit a long time ago "he lit the tip of the cigarette "but for tonight I make an exception "he then smiled toward Eden, who shook her head amused.

"What a dickhead."

"You can't imagine how happy I am to be here with you, even though we have given ourselves time" the lieutenant with his thumb stroked the woman's jaw and chin, a gust of wind caused Eden to encircle his hips with her arms.

She wasn't very keen on such gestures of affection, in fact she disgusted them. Or at least before she met him.

"I want to kiss you so bad but I see they are coming" he whispered lowering himself toward her, before as expected Soap and Gaz did not make their appearance.

"Jesus you are such a garden dwarf compared to LT "Soap exclaimed making Eden roll her eyes, she knew she was short but wore her 5.3ft with honor.

"You use less gel Mactavish, the monhawk doesn't hold with so much gel" the brunette patted the Scotsman's shoulder who mimicked a laugh, Gaz was there laughing "that one hurt Soap"

"Shh Garrick" the sergeant brought his finger to his lips, it was late, midnight and it was better for Eden if she went to sleep.Tomorrow a tiring day would await them, with a wave of his hand he greeted those present "I need a restful rest" he then left the three men alone re-entering the living room where Price was still busy at the PC.

"Night Park" he quickly greeted her, receiving a gesture of greeting with her head. She had not imagined at all that Simon was behind her and as soon as she reached the door to her own bedroom he turned her around.

"Christ Simon you scared me" she burst out laughing, she imagined that he wanted to be greeted in a better way anyway.

"Because I don't like certain greetings, I prefer others," the blond brought his lips close to the brunette's, a very chaste kiss despite the growing desire between the two. God how he was looking at her at that moment, if she had not promised herself not to run with him and for the fact that they were not alone she would have let him into the room immediately.

"Need to go" Eden murmured still that with her lips she caressed Simon's lower lip, who pulling away grinned winking.

"Good night Spectra, dream of me tonight."

"Count on it Ghost”

"Stupid bead" Eden was attempting to put on the earring "what made me think to get these and not the dangling earrings" she tried again, this time succeeding. She took a deep breath, the others were already ready and she was slightly late, which was unusual for the young spy since she was always on time.Fortunately, she had finished, reaching the door to her own bedroom.

"I will never understand why you girls are late "Soap was the first to see her, sketching a smile "Your knight is already outside, he is very anxious to see you."

"You took your time about your hair too" Vivi followed Soap "I was expecting a kilt instead of the classic pants" she added jokingly, rolling the Scot's eyes. They had known each other for two days and the brunette wanted to slap him already, but at the same time they got along well. Same sense of humor. With Gaz, on the other hand, Eden felt he could talk for hours on end, the classic guy friend to women.With Price he had yet to frame the situation but surely there was mutual respect between them.

"I'd be too recognizable, think I even practiced my Russian accent "Soap cleared his throat "to sound more believable "he then tried to use a bit of a harsher tone to his voice.

"You failed little boy" Gaz caught up with the two, also late apparently "when the O is not accented you should use the A" he too then got into a contest of who was better at it.

"ни один из вас не может использовать русский акцент"(neither of you can use a Russian accent) Eden left the two speechless, putting on her coat. Stepping outside she saw Price leaning against the limousine they had taken, and Simon. When he saw her he thought he almost saw a mystical creature, it was an exaggeration but that was his thought. He had never felt this way before; he had had relationships in the past, all of which had failed because of his crappy past. But Eden, she was the woman who literally kept him on his knees and he did not like that. He had always had everything under control, but evidently she had messed everything up.

"Nice wig" he adjusted the collar of his shirt, giving a dirty look to Soap who was teasing him, Mactavish would soon be flying into the banks of the Gora River "and nice dress" then lowered his gaze to the blue dress, which was vaguely reminiscent of the one worn in the animated film "Anastasia" by the main character.

"I thought you told me you were beautiful in general" Eden approaching left a kiss on the lieutenant's cheek, causing Price to frown "but I have to make do with a nice wig and nice dress" she then climbed into the limousine, causing Simon to break into a cold sweat. A hard, cold man like him losing his head over a woman?Never would he have imagined such a thing.

"We have to keep a low profile but I can see that someone already here has stepped into the role" driving to the destination Price adjusted the rearview mirror, noticing how Simon and Eden's hand intertwined perfectly with each other, it was obvious that the two of them were smitten with each other. But that mattered little to Eden; she was always looking for any moment to let Simon know she liked him.

"These are needed to get in, play your cards right," the brunette handed him, Soap and Gaz the necessary documents to pretend to be all other people, Gaz smiled broadly.

"Luckily in Kenya they also speak English otherwise "the sergeant put down his document "it would have been a big trouble"

"You are lucky, why Bulgarian me?" Soap pouted, the Scotsman knew not a syllable of the language

"Well the accent is more or less like Russian, you'll be fine Mactavish" she then passed the document also to Simon, husband and wife. He a well-known banker and she a model.Very predictable.

The area in front of the theater as soon as they arrived was swarming with high society people, interviewed by local and non-local journalists. Price parked not far away and in a strategic spot in case of some last-second problem.

"Jesus Christ I can't wait to get this stupid bow off" Soap adjusted his shirt collar, followed by Gaz.Simon and Eden were the last ones down and he was really treating. God why did she have to smile at them like that?

"I'm counting on you, get the task done.Baranov must come out unharmed" Price glanced at all four, who with an affirmative nod then split up.

"Looks like we're left alone, those two are insufferable" Simon holding Eden under his arm showed a smile to her who responded likewise, the flash of photographers was annoying. Eden was quite used to it, I mean she had also performed missions pretending to be a VIP but the annoyance the paparazzi present gave her was equal to a flea invading your ear.

"The hip Riley, hold my hip " the young woman suggested, he completely embarrassed gently placed his hand on one of her hips, the midnight blue fabric perfectly encircled her body. Certain thoughts made by both of them seemed normal.

"We're doing fine" as they entered the theater he placed his lips lightly on Eden's shoulder, she looked at him frowning. And sneering.

"We're on a mission Riley"

"We have to pretend Park remembers" the Mancunian in his deep accent whispered in the brunette's ear, this was not the time to have thoughts where he would pick her up and slam her against the first useful surface.

She reluctantly preferred to focus on the area where they would see the opera, almost all the places had been taken.The only thing missing was...

"Makarov, he's not here" Eden whispered through clenched teeth.The files and information he had had spoke of the former Spetsnaz as very punctual. Almost manic in some ways. It was strange "too strange" Simon later added in not seeing Makarov still present.Good thing was that Soap and Gaz were behind the other target, ready to follow his every move.

"At least I'll be able to enjoy some classical music" Ghost admitted, it had been like forever since he had gone to a concert. The last one he had gone to had left trauma in him, something he had been carrying around since childhood.

"I used to make you metal music" Eden, binoculars in hand pointed toward the stage where the soprano appeared and began singing Bortnjansky's "D’una misera famiglia" from the opera Creonte.

"Too loud, I prefer softer music," with his binoculars Simon checked the perimeter of the theater's interior. Baranov was extremely pleased with the guests present, Gaz and Soap included that they had cast themselves well in the role.Eden and Simon hoped Makarov would also show up, but it almost seemed as if he had tracked down their plans.

"Love I'm going to go to the bathroom for a second, I'll be right back "playing the part of the perfect wife Eden got up from her seat, reaching the bathrooms. She hated playing that part, but she had to be convincing.

"Price"

"I know, he changed plans at the 'last second," the SAS captain anticipated her, and the woman looked around before reaching one of the stalls present. Reggie had arranged things perfectly.

"I'm going to try to put Baranov to sleep, warn Soap and Gaz" secured the silenced pistol, holstered under her dress Eden stepped out. Arms folded was Simon waiting for her.

"Price told me "Eden interrupted him by laying a finger on his lips.

"That's all we can do, Makarov will never come "she looked around, making sure no one was there to spy on them was always good.

"Hoping those two will convince him, it seems very-"

"Protected?" She added as she exited that hallway, taking the side exit. And not with little difficulty considering how important Baranov was, the only thing that discomfited her a little was that they had not been able to finish listening to the concert. Almost as if reading her mind Simon, after hiding behind a pillar, took her chin.

"When it's all over I'll take you to a classical music concert mh?" in succession he gave her a sweet kiss: Baranov was there, accompanied by Soap and Gaz who pretending to want to smoke a cigar had asked if the tycoon wanted to join in. They had apparently succeeded in convincing him even though he had brought two of his bodyguards along, and Eden and Simon were playing their part well and pretending a moment of passion between husband and wife.

Faking it? That was a big word for the two of them, he had to thank who knows what deity if they hadn't moved on to the next stage, feeling a certain warmth between her legs.

"It's here" resuming oxygen the man whispered over her swollen lips, slightly glistening from the passionate exchange.Eden wanted to laugh, more because she had left lipstick marks at the corners of his mouth, however, it was not the time.

"You know gentlemen" Baranov began, directing his attention to Soap and Gaz "you seem to me to be two people reliable enough to talk to you about my project."

"Tell us about it, maybe we can help you out with our funding" Gaz tried to be as convincing as possible, Soap merely nodded positively and on the one hand better that way. The Bulgarian accent was not really his forte.

"That's why I like you, anyway" the oligarch took a puff of his cigar and chucked "I plan to pick up the Verdansk stadium and run for mayor of the city, unfortunately, however, those who are currently in office are hard to die."

"I guess you need funding" what Gaz said made the man sneer.

Eden and Simon looked at each other understanding everything: Baranov, Makarov, mayoral candidacy= create a 'bombing to make Baranov come out victorious, maybe just by hitting the stadium.

"Price?"

"Get him" the captain ordered the four; Eden launched her attack by hitting the tycoon with her silenced pistol, hitting him with the sleeping pill. Gaz and Soap dealt with the two bodyguards, choking them one each.

"I'll get him, let's hurry" Simon lifted Baranov as if nothing had happened, following the three to the car parked in front of the steps.

"Come on move!" Price invited everyone to get in, leaving as soon as everyone was able to get in.The mission had been a success.

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[nirmalneaners]

First meeting AU GHOSTSOAP

When Price said he had someone in mind, this isn't exactly what Simon was picturing. The blokes got a mohawk, for Christ's sake. He looks up at Price as this little twat comes prancing up to them. Price gives him a small nod. Trust me, it says. He hasn't really got a choice, he thinks.

"Simon, this is John MacTavish, but everyone calls him Soap," he says, patting John on the back fondly. He's pretty, was Simon's first thought, annoyingly. He's not exactly soft-looking, but Simon is intrigued by how many years of service he has done. He doesn't exactly strike him as a rule follower. He seems the type the drill sergeant would know personally.

"The hell kind of name is Soap?" he asks, unimpressed.

"The name next to yours on the tenancy agreement, if ye a little sweeter, darlin'," he says, winking. Simon frowns. Price has always liked a quick mouth to challenge him; it's no wonder why he likes Johnny. He's a cocky bastard; he can tell already. Typical bloody Scotts, that is.

"Sugar doesn't just fall from the cane," he says.

Soap laughs loud and bright, and it drowns out the chatter of the hall. He smiles with his whole face—an expressive sort, he decides. Nice teeth, too. A little too nice, like maybe he gets them whitened or uses those fancy toothpastes. He elbows Price and says, "Ye didn't tell me old Riley was a jokester, ye old sod."

Price snorts, "That was a joke?"

"A shite one, but ye are English," he shrugs. "I Cannae be expecting first class."

"I'm already regretting introducing you two," he sighs, but his lips are twitching. He pats Simon on the shoulder as he leaves them and says, "I'm off before my own humour is compromised. The meeting starts in 5, boys."

Simon grits his teeth. He's not in a great mood today. He doesn't like these meetings, and he's in pain. He hasn't got a choice about coming, though; after all, he can't get himself anywhere with a broken arm, and he can't stay back at Prices on his own.

"The wheels permanent, then?" Soap asks. Simon looks up at him, shocked. Not many people ask about the wheelchair and even fewer acknowledge it. Brazen little basterd he is, indeed. Soap isn't looking at him, and Simon doesn't know if he's not looking on purpose, but he finds he appreciates it either way.

"No," he says, a little bit defensively. He watches Soap, and he doesn't really know why, but he adds, "Knee got smashed up, so I had surgery to put it back together, but now I'm wishing I just let them cut the bloody thing off when they wanted to and be done with it. Stuck in this chair for another few months or so."

Soap nods and simply says, "Shite, that."

He's not actually told anyone that before, and he doesn't know why he told him of all people. He takes a deep breath. It doesn't feel good, per se. But he feels lighter. He watches with a grimace as Price starts rallying people to sit in the circle, and he knows it won't be long until he's wheeled closer. Even if he's stubborn enough not to talk, Price likes him at least somewhat involved.

"Ye know, ye don't really strike me as a chatty Cathy, Si." Soap says, and Simon scoffs meanly. Soap crouches down a little and gets close—real close. He has a glint in his eyes, and Simon must be desperate because he finds himself intrigued. This bloke is the closest he's come to a touch of danger since the field. "Do ye reckon Price would notice if we fucked off to the pub down the road for a bit? Promise to get ye back to ye Daddy at a reasonable hour,"

He hasn't had a pint in so long. He's not meant to, considering his medication, and he hasn't left Prices sight since he came out of hospital some months ago. He's been doing so much lately that he hasn't wanted to do, and as he looks at Soap, he goes a little bit feral at the sight of the freedom he offers.

He looks over at Price. He's talking to someone. Busy, as usual. He answers without giving himself a moment to properly think it through. "No, I reckon not."

"Well, Hot Wheels, let's get out of here before the old boy slaps our wrists," he grins.

Simon has to suppress his own as he's wheeled out of the hall. Perhaps the Scottish basterd isn't so bad after all.

"Drinks are on you though, Johnny. Daddy has all the money." 

Soap makes a noise as they head out down the ramp. It sounds conflicted. "Johnny?"

He smiles to himself. "Problem?"

There's a long pause before he finally snorts. "Nae, nae. But if I hear anyone else say that name tonight I'll be usin' ye to run 'em over. Deal?"

"Deal."

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#ghostsoap #ghoap au #ghoap fic #simon ghost riley #john soap mactivish fanfiction #john soap mactavish #ghost mw2 #soap x ghost #ghost #ghost fanfiction

[spookmuth]

Ok ok I KNOW this is a mostly DOAI blog but I need to go off about FAITH the unholy trinity for just a hot second. Yeah the game can have a lot of bad endings but the cannon one is where after all the horror, pain, trauma, abuse and self doubt John overcomes it all and becomes a better person and can just live the rest of his life in peace. After a lifetime of unspeakable hurt he can finally just rest. It makes me so Damm happy when horror protags get happy endings and can just lay down and heal and then move on. It won’t be easy to let the past go but they have people to help them move on. There growth from the start to the end is rewarded with inner peace. Do you understand. Do you understand why this is the first game in YEARS to make me sob. I am gripping you on the shoulders do you get it. This fucking 8 bit game made me go thought the 5 stages of grief and then asked me what the meaning of life was and if I too was someone who deserved to heal and move on and it told me yes. Do you get me

#not Doai #haven’t used that tag in a while #but this is long #long post #faith: the unholy trinity