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cherryfairytwist · 10 months ago

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RickFic Ch3. FickleRick

(Tags: substance abuse / harassment / substance use / intoxication / 18+ minors DNI)

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The next day she felt horrible. Astrid followed the regular routine of shifting to look just fine and blurring out her day with music in her earbuds. Her old agency communicator was blowing up from messages sent by Glacks demanding to know why she left the “party” without saying goodbye and how she needed to come back soon as to not keep him waiting. She muted it and groaned. Why did she keep doing this? Why couldn’t she just move on and enjoy a real restart like the “vacation” was for. Suddenly she felt a hard bump to her side,

“Long time no see sexy.” Harris emerged from seemingly nowhere while Astrid had been zoning out.

“Jesus. You always pick the worst times.” Astrid groaned under her breath.

“Oooo touchy this morning. Had a bad night? He wrapped his arm around her shoulders and pulled her in close, “Someone not giving you what you need?” He wiggled his eyebrows up and down in a suggestive manner.

“I’m clearly older than you Harris, why do you keep harassing me every day?” She tried pushing him off lightly but he wouldn’t budge.

“Come on Astrid! Age is only a number. Besides you’re not that much older than me right..? What like 6-7 years? Wait or is it more than that?” He counts on his fingers and looked up at the ceiling mockingly pondering.

“Wait….. you have to be right? I mean you look young…But you’re already graduated from college if you’re like a teacher assistant now..??” He started to really ponder and question.

Astrid felt a dull pain in her chest. She really had no clue how old she was. The Agency had never given her that information. But she recalled hearing the news from an inside source when C-137 Rick Sanchez’s original family had been killed. That had been a couple of years before she had gone on an assisting mission to help Cognito inc. while working for the agency. She seemed young but she definitely had to be much older than all these high schoolers.

“Yes Harris. I’m definitely older than you.” She hissed back and roughly tossed him off.

“Hey wait! I didn’t mean it like that! I don’t care I still think you’re hot.” Harris insisted and grabbed her arm as she pulled away.

“Harris stop it. I need to get to class. And so do you! Don’t get on my last nerve.” She irritatedly pulled away.

“Come one Astrid give me a chance! You at least gotta give it a try. One date. Then you can tell me to fuck off.” He pinned her against the hallway lockers.

She felt the hairs on her neck rise and her blood started to boil. She couldn’t blow her cover though. Should she still beat his ass and claim she knew self defense…? She couldn’t take this anymore she was going to rip him to shreds- *Wheeerammp* a familiar portal noise interrupted her train of thought as Rick Sanchez entered into the school hallway. He looked up and noticed the high school boy pressing up against Astrid as she clearly was pushing him away angrily.

“Oh W-WOAH now.” Rick announced loudly.

“I think the f-fuck not.” He said plainly as he pointed the portal gun at Harris’s feet.

A portal opened up below Harris and he in turn plummeted through it. Rick then raised the gun to aim at the ceiling above the portal on the floor and fired another one off. This then caused Harris to continuously fall in a loop through them as he screamed out in confusion. Astrid bust out laughing so hard she started to wheeze.

“Holy shit. Thanks!” She breathed out heavily as she caught her breath.

“Y-yeah *burp* don’t mention it.” Rick stated.

He kind of awkwardly stood there a moment while she composed herself. Kind of glancing in her direction and then around in the empty hallway.

“S-so yeah… You know where the kids are? They not with you?” He kind of mumbled out while looking at a clock on the wall in the hallway.

“Oh right.” Astrid wiped her eyes from tears of laughter, “they are both in first period by now.” She then calmly stated. “Morty is in history class, down the hall and to the left.”

“Appreciate it.” He nodded and walked off in the direction she pointed.

A loud thud came from behind her as Harris hit the floor after the two portals closed. She turned and smugly looked at him. Harris whined and got up clearly terrified. He then proceeded to run in the opposite direction down the hall. Finally some peace and quiet. She put her other earbud in and continued on towards her first class. “Count Contessa” by Azealia Banks played. She smiled to herself and thought about Sanchez. What an odd guy. She looked forward to seeing him again soon.

Suddenly the spring had come and gone. The summer season had arrived. And in timely fashion, Summer Smith had invited Astrid to a girl’s sleepover night with her friends at the Smith house. It had been a few months since the occurrence in the hall where Rick had helped Astrid. But things seemed to have gotten more civil between her and Rick. Any time he showed up at the school looking for one or both of the siblings, he’d ask her where they happened to be, now knowing she knew their schedules. Nothing crazy. But it seemed like they were on good terms now.

Astrid stood in her apartment bathroom finishing her appearance shifting in the mirror. Making it look like she wore a light amount of eyeliner and a couple of fake black stars on her face. She wanted to look nice but still herself when seeing the Smith family and Summer’s friends. She wore a pair of high waisted black jean shorts with black fishnet tights underneath. She bent down and laced up her doc marten boots. She then stood back up and adjusted her black cropped t-shirt and black choker. She sighed and tapped her fingers on the sink.

“First time for everything right?” She muttered as she looked at herself in the mirror.

She left the bathroom towards the living room to retrieve her overnight bag as she slipped out of the apartment. She quickly locked up behind her and set out towards the direction of the Smith house that was only a few blocks away.

Physically walking there gave her some time to mentally prepare for it. Summer had introduced her a while ago to her friends Grace, Tricia, Tammy and Nancy. She’d been around Tricia and Nancy a few times after that. Hadn’t met Grace much so there wasn’t much to note. However she had heard a thing or two from Summer about how something bad had happened between her family and Tammy. She was hoping to learn more later that evening.

Nearing the Smith front yard she glanced over to the yard across the street where she had impacted that one night. The crater had been filled in with dirt. Lawn Flamingos and flowers decorated the top of the new soil. They rubbed their face in embarrassment thinking about it.

“Thank fuck no one saw that.” They whispered to themself as they turned up the sidewalk to the front door.

They breathed in and stared at the doorbell, this couldn’t be worse than an undercover mission right? They rang the doorbell and waited. Hearing some stomping and yelling from inside before the door quickly swung open.

“Omg Astrid! You came!” Summer shouted enthusiastically as she grabbed their arm and pulled them inside.

They climbed up the stairs to her room where Nancy sat on a bean bag with a book in her hand.

“Hello Nancy!” Astrid greeted her from the door.

“H-hey.” Nancy shyly answered as she kept reading her book.

“Heyyyyy bitchhhhh!” Tricia called out from the other corner of the room where she sat atop Summer’s desk.

“Okay everyone is here, Grace couldn’t make it tho…. so let’s get to it!” Summer shouted as she pulled out a secret stash of what looked like alcohol and drugs from the desk drawer.

“Hey wait, aren’t y’all too young to be doing all that..?” Astrid asked a little concerned.

“Oh come on Astrid!” Tricia laughed.

“Yeah it’s really not that big a deal.” Summer insisted casually. “We only do it when we have sleepovers or parties at home. Also it’s not like my parents really notice or care. I mean grandpa Rick always knows what to do if something goes wrong so I mean we’re home free!”

“I don’t really partake myself. Don’t feel like you have to.” Said Nancy timidly.

“Oh no. I mean… I’ll partake. I just was worried about you guys…. And I mean like what your parents-“ Astrid got cut off.

“Come on Astrid you’ve met my parents before. You know they don’t care unless it becomes their problem.” Summer doubled down.

Both Summer and Tricia shared a swig or two from a bottle of liquor and pursed their lips.

“Uhg it’s so bitter! I want a chaser!” Tricia complained and got up off the desk.

“Let’s go get one, Astrid, Nancy, want to come with us?” Summer asked as they walked towards the door and exited.

“I’m fine staying in here for a bit.” Nancy replied still enthralled with her book.

Astrid then made her exit as well and followed the girls down the stairs to the kitchen. They rummaged through the fridge and grabbed some sodas Tricia had brought. They both proceeded to take sips and laugh while Astrid glanced over at the garage door.

“He’s not in there right now.” Summer noticed,

“He’s off doing a quest or something.” She took another sip and grinned at Astrid.

“Rick! R-Rick….?” Morty’s voice shouted from in the den.

“Grandpa isn’t here Morty!” Summer yelled in annoyance back.

Morty entered the kitchen and rubbed his neck as a nervous laugh escaped his lip, “oh jeez, h-hey Astrid! Uh h-hey Tricia.”

“Hey Morty” they both replied in unison and then looked at each other and laughed.

“S-so y’all partying… or what?” Morty meekly asked.

“Yeah nerd. We’re all ganna get lit and have a GIRLS NIGHT!” Summer whooped and took another swig of the liquor.

“Here, Astrid it’s your turn.” Summer handed her the bottle.

“Well…. If your parents are okay with y’all doing it…sure why not?” Astrid grabbed the bottle and downed at least haft the bottle and let out a large burp.

“H-holy shit Astrid!?” Morty asked shocked.

“WOOOOO!!!!! ASTRID!! ASTRID!!!” Tricia and Summer chanted.

Astrid laughed and wiped her mouth, “Don’t worry Morty. This Liver is one of the strongest livers on Earth.”

“Ha…. T-that’s something grandpa Rick would say..” he replied.

“Well I’m not your grandad.” Astrid said with an eye roll as the two other girls laughed.

“Damn Astrid I guess we’ll have to catch up. Do you feel anything at all?!” Tricia questioned.

“Nope, just warmed me up.” Astrid sighed and continued to pass the bottle between the three of them as Morty awkwardly watched from the side.

“Wait are your parents going to be coming home soon…?” Astrid asked hoping to not cause a bad impression.

“Oh yeah, my dad is like in his man cave… but he probably won’t bother us. And Mom is working late. She’ll probably come home in a couple hours.” Summer replied.

The night continued on with some pizza, and finishing the bottle…but mostly by Astrid. The other two girls had only taken a couple of sips and seemed pretty buzzed. They all sat around the tv playing video games or watching interdenominational cable in the living room. Morty had stuck around and sat in the arm chair while all the girls sat on the couch, even Nancy had come down to join them. After a few hours had past and the night got late Earth Beth came home and greeted the girls and Morty but then went upstairs to bed after a glass of wine in the kitchen. Astrid was a little relieved that the family seemed so chill on her first time coming over. But she still kept expecting Sanchez to show up, she glanced back over towards the kitchen. Was he always somewhere else when he wasn’t with the kids? She contemplated but was distracted when Summer let out a yell at the screen when Morty seemed to be beating her in their street fighter game.

“Y-Yes!! Ohhh hoo! Take that Summer!” Morty cheered and pointed.

“Whatever! I’ll get you next time!” She shouted back.

“Uh no offense guys but can we watch something on that uh thing…?? You know the cable tv your grandad brought you.” Tricia asked getting bored of watching Summer and Morty have a pissing match.

“Yeah! Of course!” Summer said enthusiastically as she switched it over.

Time passed and it had gotten to the late hours of the night. Morty had fallen asleep on the arm chair, Nancy and Tricia had already gone up to Summer’s room to sleep. Summer laid against the couch nodding off but started to wake up. Astrid, still awake continued to sit watching TV hoping she’d get a moment to herself if the siblings went to bed soon. And like clockwork Summer stirred and looked over at sleeping Morty.

“Morty!” She said a little louder than a normal whisper. “Go to bed!”

He too stirred and rubbed his eyes as he slowly got up and stumbled over to the stairs to head to bed. Summer then stretched and looked over at Astrid,

“You tired? Or are you good chilling down here for a while?”

“I’m more of a night owl, I’ll be fine just hanging out down here for a bit.” Astrid said relaxing into the couch.

“Okay cool, I’ll see you in the morning Astrid. This was fun. We should all do this again sometime.” Summer said as she got up and went towards the stairs.

“Yeah. I’d like that.” Replied Astrid just before Summer was out of earshot.

Astrid sat quietly on the couch as she listened for Summer’s last footsteps upstairs and bedroom door closing. She then got up and went towards the slide door leading to the back yard. She quickly unlocked it and slipped outside. She inhaled deep enjoying the night air and silence. She put an earbud in and shuffled through some songs while simultaneously pulling out her pipe she had in her bag. She packed it and sparked up her lighter. As “Them Changes“ by Thundercat played she took a big inhale. She blew the smoke into the night air and tried to stifle her coughing as to not wake anyone. She started to kind of slowly sway with the music and enjoy how her night went. Was this what it was like to have a normal life and make friends? Seemed… mild but nice. Really nice actually. This felt like the first time Astrid had really breathed in a long time. But that feeling was cut short when the sliding door slid open. She quickly exhaled a small puff and looked over to see who was coming from the dark room inside. Rick came out from the dark room wearing his typical lab coat and light blue shirt with slacks. He looked tired but alert as he let out,

“Jesus!” Rick exclaimed as he noticed Astrid standing in the shadows of the back patio, “I didn’t hear a-anyone come out here. How are you that quiet?” He asked eyeing her while standing in a spot the floodlights were lit on the patio.

“I mean… I left the TV on and the door was cracked open. I thought that would indicate someone is out here.” She stated amused.

“I thought it was one of the dumb kids leaving it open tonight.” Rick explained irritated.

His eyes adjusted and he realized by the smell and the small ember that Astrid was smoking.

“Y-you come out to smoke at night too?” His grumble shifted from irritated to more enthusiastic after getting a whiff.

“Yeah… I’m guessing you too?” She asked as he pulled out a pipe of his own from behind his back.

He laughed and sat it down on the patio table and pulled out a grinder, “I guarantee my shit is better than your shitty Earth weed.” He said smugly.

“Ha, probably” Astrid lied knowing full well her weed was from a planet a couple galaxies over. It was grown specifically on a dispensary planet, it was good stuff.

“Grew and engineered this baby myself for the perfect high.” He grinned referring to the weed he finished packing in his pipe.

He took out a robotic looking lighter out and lit it. Taking a deep drag and then exhaling out. Astrid eyed the lighter and wondered if that’s all it could do, knowing how Rick was with gadgets.

He noticed her staring at it and grinned.

“Oh you like this?” He dangled it up in the air causing it to reflect a patch of light on to Astrid’s face in the shadows.

“Yeah, knowing you it probably does something crazy besides just lighting your pipe.” She snorted.

“C-check this shit out.” He clicked the lighter three times and a blazing tower of flame protruded out of it forming a flame blade.

He tossed it around and did a couple of swooping motions to show off how it handled before letting it go back down and putting it away.

“Nice, a lighter lightsaber.” She laughed.

Rick rolled his eyes and fought back the urge to explain how his lighter worked and took a swig from his flask. There was a long awkward pause as he looked at Astrid from the corners of his eyes while standing facing the yard.

“S-so you’re like actually hanging out with Summer and Morty now?” He asked.

“Yeah…? Is that like a problem or..?” Astrid waited for his response.

“Fuck I don’t care. I just was getting tired of hearing them complaining when you wouldn’t hang out w-with them.” He said nonchalantly.

“Yeah well I was kind of busy with life stuff for a bit there. And I don’t know… I wondered if they actually wanted to hang around me being older than them and all.” She said honestly.

“I d-don’t see the problem unless you’re looking to cause problems.” He gave Astrid a quick sharp look.

Astrid felt like he was implying more than just her causing normal “friend” problems. She felt the suspicion creeping out from him.

“The strangest thing happened an about a month ago.” He said, his tone changing to amused.

“Oh yeah..? What’s that?” Astrid awkwardly asked as she took another hit from her pipe.

“Something caused a huge crater in my neighbor’s front yard the other night.”

He eyed her intensely.

Astrid’s cheeks heated in embarrassment as she choked out her exhale. She tried to act as if she had taken too large a hit and started coughing a little.

*cough* “T-that is weird,” *cough* “did you happen to find out what did that…?” She looked back at him doe eyed in an attempt to throw him off.

He recoiled a little after seeing the seemingly innocent and confused face she gave him. But then his brows furrowed as he squinted at her for a second before he relaxed and turned back to look at the yard.

“N-nope. Haven’t found out yet.” He stole a quick glaring glance at her again then took another drag from his bowl and muttered, “maybe I’m just seeing things.”

Continuing to play the ignorant act Astrid persisted, “Seeing….what exactly…? The crater?”

Rick grabbed his forehead in annoyance, “No! I know the crater was there. It’s s-still there, they just filled it up with tacky lawn ornaments.” He waved his hands around as emphasis, “I mean I thought I saw someone climbing out of it that night.” He huffed.

“Odd…but I mean that’s your area of expertise right..?” Astrid paused for a second and looked at Rick’s face, “Summer tells me you’re the “smartest man in the universe” right? I’m sure you’ll catch whatever creature must have crash landed.” She took another hit and exhaled.

His eyebrow rose and he looked at her again more inquisitive, “Oh so you t-think you have me all f-figured out now cause Sumsum tells you all about g-grandpa hu? You seem-*eeeuurhh* awful calm if you think an alien creature just crash landed on Earth.” He took another swig and waited for a response.

“Ha, I don’t know shit. Just what I’ve been told. And I’ve seen some weird stuff I guess it’s not that shocking to me? I mean you transported me off planet the other day at school didn’t you..?” She tried to brush off his questions casually.

He wasn’t convinced but let it go and pulled out a chair from the patio table and sat down with one ankle propped up on top of his other knee. He took a swig and started to pack another bowl. Astrid awkwardly stood there a second before thinking of something else to talk about.

“It’s nice, you’re not shoving me in and out of a portal for once.” She said jokingly.

“Yeah well I was busy. A-and I didn’t have time for back talk at the moment.” He said plainly.

“Do you really think I’d be that useless on an adventure with you guys?” Astrid questioned.

“Here.” Rick held up his pipe to her, “Smoke this and let’s see.” He beckoned her to take it.

“Wait… okay…? Sure.” She took it from his warm hands gently and proceeded to partake.

He sat there and waited as she blew out. Suddenly she felt intensely high. Her eyes felt dry and everything felt like a dream around her. She rubbed her face and handed him back the bowl as she let out a few coughs.

“How was that?” He grinned waiting for her reaction thinking it had to be the most powerful shit she’s smoked.

Astrid stood there a second and looked around the yard in a daze, “ Wow it’s good. But it makes me feel kind of tired now.”

His face fell slightly in disbelief from her mild reaction, “Jesus y-you must smoke a ton. O-Or… where do you get your weed from…?” He asked again inquiring.

“Ha…I probably smoke more than I should, I’ve been trying to lay back on it. And ya know..from here and there. Nothing like perfect genetically altered weed made by a mad scientist.” She laughed trying to dodge his last question.

“You think I’m mad Hu?” He scoffed.

“Yeah you’re nuts. But like in a fun threatening erratic way.” She said with a laugh.

He started to grin but then coughed as he took another hit. Astrid started to feel the anxiety of trying to hide her identity creep up on her. She knew if she stayed out and chatted too long with Rick he’d start asking more questions. And the effect of the weed he let her try was starting to make her feel like she wouldn’t mind telling him even. But that was risky and she’d rather play it aloof for now.

“Well thanks for the sesh.” She said cheerfully, “I’m getting a bit tired so I think I’ll hit the sack.”

Rick raised his eyebrow at her but did not protest. He continued to sit stoically on the patio.

“Goodnight Mr. Sanchez.” She said softly as she went towards the sliding door.

“Call me Rick.” He said bluntly over his shoulder before she closed the door.

A rush went down her spine and her heart pounded as the went up the stairs to Summer’s room. She felt a kind of nervous thrill by being under Rick’s suspicion. She was going to have to play it safe as long as possible… but if things where going to be like this…she grinned ear to ear as she quietly snuck into the room to her sleeping bag and laid down. She couldn’t wait to see if Rick fell for her act or not.

—- PART THREE COMPLETED —-

—- SHUTTING DOWN —-

—- GOODBYE —-

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dreamwritesimagines · 1 year ago

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It’s CMA-

I’m writing this from a paleontology society meeting this time lmaoooo. Time to learn about trilobites and clover’s traumatic past in one fell swoop.

Also I watch binged dimension 20 a court of fey and flowers and am now in the mood for some regency romance/drama let’s goooooo

Lmaoooo clover straight up saying that an apology wouldn’t work without even trying😂😂 queen of the emotionally constipated dumbasses club (I think we all know who the king would be…. (Not romantically just in general)

Yessss her uncle is calling her out on her bullshit finally!! I love that everyone who loves her is totally willing to call her on her shit and she completely refuses to listen to any of them lmaoooooo

“The head of the family said yes” LMAOOOOOOO I mean we knew they were going to bond over their protectiveness of Lottie but this is genuinely hilarious

“She doesn’t like you anthony” lmfaooooo damn Ben. I love how you write them like normal siblings just roasting the shit out of one another.

(Have you seen that LOTR tumblr post that’s like when the fellowship is half reunited and they all start roasting one another immediately and the king goes like ‘surely we are witnessing the reunion of dear friends’ or something like that? Anyway that’s siblings in ur fic. They roast because they care (like monsters inc but not))

Lmao Ben and Anthony and clover are that meme from the office of the three people pointing finger guns at one another

(note: at my meeting they’re talking about paleobotany which feels fitting for it being the meeting I’m reading clover’s story in lololol)

I do wonder if Lottie was more willing to listen to clover because she doesn’t know her as well, so the betrayal stung less, or because clover was the one who inadvertently revealed it, compared to Ben and Anthony who would have theoretically would’ve kept it a secret forever.

…. Does Lottie know what lust is? Also bless her for forgiving clover right away and being understanding. I just hope no one overheard them talking….

Omgggg they’re bound by fate that’s so sweet 😭

Oooooh the marina/Colin scandal is coming up!!! Haha Anthony really isn’t getting a break

“Holding you” skdjndsnnddndn I am unwell. The way that they’re so casually affectionate even when no one else is around and clover still thinks that they’re not in love with one another I just-

SHE CALLED ANTHONY FAMILY AND SHE APOLOGIZED?!!??!!!??!!!??? HOLY FUCK ITS HAPPENING PEOPLE SHES GROWING AS A HUMAN BEING

(also knowing that her parents are going to come and ruin this as soon as possible…. Grrrrr….)

Fuck this chapter is an instant fave for sure

CMA my love hiiii! 🥰😍

Oh that sounds like a very fun meeting! 😁

Exactly! 😂 She's not used to apologizing at all, so she was so using that as an excuse 😁 And her uncle knows her so well😂

Both Anthony and Clover absolutely adore Lottie🥰 And them bonding over that will be entertaining for sure! 😁

I love how you write them like normal siblings just roasting the shit out of one another. IT IS SUCH A FUN DYNAMIC😍 I'm so happy to hear that you like it, I love writing them like that 😂

Wait I haven't seen that LOTR post! Ooooh I'm so curious now! ❤️

Totally fitting for Clover😁

I think there were a lot of reasons why Lottie was willing to listen to her! ❤️ One of them was that she approached her first and another one is, like you said, Clover ended up telling her the truth even if it wasn't intentional, while Anthony and Benedict were still hiding it from her ❤️

Lottie definitely does know what lust is😈 And she'll get to experience it soon 😏

Bound by fateeee🥰

Anthony needs to take Lottie and go on a realllyyyyy long holiday to get over the string of scandals this season 😁

They are having a bunch of romantic moments for months now, and Clover is still in so much denial 😂

Character development my beloved! 😂 It only took her like thirty chapters😂

Thank you so much for this darling! ❤️ I hope you're having a wonderful day! ❤️

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rauthschild · 3 months ago

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10. The information contained in these IRS Masterfiles is all false and these False Narratives are constructed specifically as a groundwork to bring False Claims in Commerce against Americans on the equally False Presumption that these Americans are engaged in all these regulated offshore activities --- when in fact they are just minding their business in places like Big Lake, Alaska. This is deliberate, malicious, constructive fraud and it has been enforced against millions of Americans by these foreign corporations which are supposed to be providing us with "essential government services" and doing so in "good faith".

11. These False Narratives also provide the basis for the IRS to get its sister agency, the Bureau of Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms (BATF) involved in IRS prosecutions of their clueless, impersonated American victims.

12. This is important and deliberate on the part of the IRS, because the IRS was never granted any "armed enforcement" powers, so the IRS has to get BATF, which does have armed enforcement powers, involved, in order to carry out the violent armed attacks that the IRS is famous for.

13. The IRS brings its "Masterfile" to the attention of the BATF, the BATF "deputizes" the IRS Agents, thereby loaning them enforcement powers never actually granted to them, and then they all bring out the flamethrowers and tanks and fully automatic machine guns and drones and all the rest of their military grade equipment and --- acting under their own False Narratives --- murder mothers and children huddled in church basements, as they did at the Branch Davidian Compound in Waco, Texas.

14. The criminal nature of all this activity by our erstwhile public employees and Federal Subcontractors doesn't really have to be explained further, it simply has to be stopped by those organizations and officials responsible for it. This includes the dissolution of the courts that have been responsible for enforcing all this criminal nonsense and the misguided "federal agencies" that have provided the muscle for it.

15. For the international public record, these two Americans known as Anna Maria Riezinger and James Clinton Belcher, have never engaged in offshore commercial activities related to the international (interstate) sale, transport or manufacture of alcohol, tobacco, or firearms. We owe no duty to any foreign franchise corporations named after us, but they and their Principals do owe us the Usufructuary Duty to hold us harmless from any charges or liabilities resulting from the existence of these foreign corporate franchises named after us.

And we hold them to it.

By: Anna Reitz

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Season 7, Episode 18: Party On, Garth

Ooh, ghost stories?

This really is kind of a lame story

I mean, knowing spn, probably. But that story wasn't great

Wow, dude

Uh oh

Did you? You're acting kind of stupid

That's weird

Bye, Trevor

Poor kid

Garth?

Hey, I love both Top Gun and aviators!

Right

Interesting

Garth.

Poor guy

Oh, kid, what are you doing?

Spooky

Whoa

Rip that kid

Sorry, Garth

Hey, she's helping!

Pfft. Have y'all seen that "Dean vs. Samara" thing?

Dean.

Interesting cover

Garth

I think you need to fix yours, Garth

Dean

Good question

Huh.

I'm sure he does

Yikes, that's cold

Straight to the point

That was weird

That's suspicious

Okay then

Let me guess. A subsidiary of Roman, Inc?

Screwdriver. Nice

Uh oh

Oh no

Hey, at least she knows

You can't get drunk off a single sip of a screwdriver

Whoa. Really giving Samara vibes

Oh!

Oh, that's horrifying

Right...

So they lost their creative lead, too

A beverage?

Of course he's got to try it

Nice

Garth.

Dude.

Garth, dude...

Um...

Absolutely not

And not Irish

Depth perception

Wow

Poor girl

Garth...

He does look less threatening

Garth, absolutely not

I agree with Dean

I can't take this seriously

It was targeting people who had alcohol

Please stop

Oh, Tess...

Unapologetic

That's gotta be it

It's the alcohol, somehow

That's whack

Meh, Dean will be fine

AND HE TAKES ANOTHER

Something like that

Come on, Dean

That's freaky

There we go

That's fun

Good question

He's got a point

He's burning through their entire collection

That would kill me

That's freaky

I love drunk Dean 😂

DEAN

Garth!

Interesting

Uh...

No, you really should worry

Garth, what...

Yeah, sure

Is that a wet bar?

Like a microbrewery

Pretty straightforward

Losing their kids

That's not the hardest thing they've had to find

Garth.

Right...

Sorry, Dean

Yeah..?

Oh. Garth, holy crap

Google is great

Wow, Garth, that's some good detective work

Stealing the salt

Poor guy

Close enough

Dean 😂

Better hope it works

He's drunk

Just a little

Nice

Dean's smirk 😂

Garth!

Probably not

Oh, Sam

Garth, that's not gonna work

That's what you think

Ouch!

Hey, now he runs

Uh oh

That's freaky

Poor guy

That's fun to watch from the outside

Sam's hair 😂

Hey!

That was weird

I honestly can't believe it worked

Dean?

Why does that always happen?

Dean...

I don't think he can

Oh, Dean...

Dean hug!

And Sam hug

Sayonara, weeaboo shits

Yikes

Oh yeah

Nope

Oh boy

There are no coincidences in the life

Right...

That still doesn't make sense

No one knows more than Bobby, except the boys. Remember that time when Tessa turned them into ghosts?

Yeah, when does that happen?

Yeah, fair

Bobby!

It is the flask, isn't it?

Sorry, Bobby

Yeah

#ashla chick flick moments #supernatural #season 7 episode 18 #party on garth

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The Sommelier (Hannigram x Female!Reader) pt. 26

Hannibal, Will and y/n host a dinner to put an end to everything

@dovahdokren @deadman-inc-bikeshop @lov3vivian @wisesandwichshark @scpdragon

Trigger warnings: PTSD, violence

"Hannibal, baby," You called down from the wine cellar. "Which one pairs best with the paella?"

"A Spanish white!" Will interjected.

You rolled your eyes, then looked at his shelf full of Spanish whites. "Thanks, Hannibal."

"You're the sommelier, [F/N]." Will shouted back. "Go with your gut!"

"Verdejo it is." You said to yourself, grabbing the high-shouldered bottle from the shelf.

You returned from the cellar and headed to the dining room, where Will was dutifully setting the table.

"Well aren't you the perfect little homemaker?" You commented, making sure he caught you eyeing his backside.

Will playfully snatched the wine from your hands. "We can't all be the breadwinners, can we, Ms. Restaurant Owner?"

You laughed, looking around at your triple-income house and accepting a kiss from your Will. You put your hands on his shoulders and broke the kiss.

"You know Hannibal isn't going to let you attend one of his famous dinner parties in a flannel, right?" You warned him, lips hovering a few inches from his face.

"Two guests is not a dinner party." Will corrected you. "I figured you'd know this after six months but, baby, Hannibal is always overdressed for everything."

"Better overdressed than the other way around, my treasure." Hannibal said, standing in the threshold. "Why don't you go slip in to that suit I bought you?"

Will threw his hands up. "Do you two just live to gang up on me? You know I can buy my own clothes, right?"

You scoffed. "Babe, you spent your last paycheck almost entirely at Bass Pro Shops-"

"And then we spent the day workshopping new seafood dishes for the restaurant with the fish I caught." Will shrugged. "You don’t get to benefit from it then complain."

You put up your hands in surrender. "Fair enough."

"So I don't make an ordeal out of this in front of guests," Hannibal said, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out two small drawstring bags and gave one to each of you. "Happy six months, my darlings."

"Six month anniversary presents?" Will laughed. "What are we, high school students?"

"Do you not want it?" Hannibal raised an eyebrow.

"I didn't say that." He mumbled.

You opened the bag and slid the contents into your hand. A beautiful solid white ring with ornate carvings tumbled out.

"It's beautiful." You smiled, sliding it on to your finger. "What is it?"

"A ring, my indulgence." Hannibal chuckled.

You narrowed your eyes at him. "Sure, but what is it made of?"

He hesitated for a moment. "Ivory."

"Should I be concerned that you somehow know both of our ring sizes?" Will asked, admiring how his fit perfectly on his finger.

“I think you mean ‘thank you, Hannibal’.” You corrected him. “Even if it is a little uncanny.”

The doorbell rang. Hannibal threw a dish towel over his shoulder and pointed to Will.

"Go change." He ordered. "I will not have my guests seeing you in such an unsightly state."

"It's Jack and [F/N]'s friend." Will protested.

"Sure, I'll get the door." You said. "Gee, thanks [F/N], that would be so helpful!"

You opened the door with a smile.

"Agent Crawford!" You greeted, shaking his hand.

"Oh, please." He laughed. "Call me Jack."

"And this must be Bella." You said, offering his wife your hand. "Jack has told me all about you."

"So you're the infamous [F/N] [L/N]?" Bella accepted with a smile. "It's so nice to meet you."

Jack removed his hat and coat, then handed you a bag. "For you."

"You shouldn't have." You said, knowing immediately that it was wine. Then you pulled it out of the bag. Your eyes went wide and your jaw hung open.

"Holy shit you really shouldn't have." You repeated.

Jack shrugged and smiled smugly. "I pulled some strings in evidence. Figured you might want it."

You threw your arms around his neck, keeping a tight grip on the 1907 Heidsieck Monopole.

"Hey, do I get a hug?" Said another voice.

Charissa waved to you from the porch.

"Holy shit, hey!" You opened your arms. Charissa jumped into your embrace and squeezed you. She'd always hugged you tighter after seeing you half-alive in a hospital bed with your seldom-seen lovers at your bedside.

"Jack, this is my friend Charissa Rodriquez." You introduced. "She was the one who sent you the address."

"So you're 'tip', huh?" Jack's face lit up. "The FBI owes you a debt of gratitude, Ms. Rodriquez."

"Tip?" You said, looking at both Jack and Charissa.

"The address we received came from an obvious burner email." Jack explained. "We thought it was from Chase, so we arrived with a ton of backup anticipating an attack. Turns out we needed it."

Charissa shrugged. "I thought you could never be too careful."

"Well, intentional or not," Jack said. "You helped us a lot."

"You're Charissa Rodriquez?" Will said from the staircase. He wore a grey suit with a dark blue dress shirt that fit him scarily well considering he hadn't even tried it on.

"Enchanté, monsieur." Charissa said, eyeing him up with a hungry smile. "You must be Will."

"Down, girl." You crossed your arms. Your tone was playful, but had a slight threatening bite. "He's all mine."

"Not all yours." Hannibal corrected, entering the scene to finally greet his guests. "Agent Crawford, Bella, Ms. Rodriquez, welcome."

"Wow." Charissa said, dumbfounded. "I feel like I'm meeting a celebrity."

"Oh, surely the rumors unraveled after the old place went out of business." Hannibal answered. "There are far more interesting things to talk about than myself."

"Very few, but they do exist." Jack commented.

Charissa folded her arms. "Like the bartender who stood up to a psychotic cult leader and found two wonderful boyfriends to take care of her?"

"I've heard that one!" You added. "I hear she bought the restaurant for next to nothing after it became a stigmatized property."

Carissa narrowed her eyes at you. "I still cannot believe you told him."

You shrugged. "I think it all worked out."

Hannibal gathered everyone around the table and tasked you with pouring the wine.

"Surely you know why I've invited you here tonight." He asked, taking a seat at the head. "The high courts have ruled Chase's death a suicide."

"Cheers to that." Will said, raising his glass.

"Nobody actually believes it was a suicide." Jack clarified, trying not to look at you too obviously. "But the jury didn't want to dignify him with a proper homicide ruling."

Charissa glared at you, not trying to not be obvious. "Only one person at the table knows for sure."

You shook your head. "I hit my head really hard, the details are just not there."

"But [F/N]'s DNA was on the gun." Bella added.

"But not her fingerprints." Jack said. "It was saliva. We think he tried to choke her with his fingers before reaching for the gun."

"Did you ever find that finger?" Charissa said like it was nothing.

Jack, who was more interested in the paella than the conversation, shook his head. "Never."

Your eyes widened. You left the finger with the gun, you were sure of it.

"Must we discuss the gory details over dinner?" Will said, sensing your discomfort.

Charissa rested her chin in her hands. "Would you rather talk about your three-person couple?"

"I distinctly remember spitting the finger out." You insisted.

"We found so many pieces of bone in that room," Jack continued. "It's genuinely of far less concern than the dynamite lining the walls and bunker full of cocaine, stolen medical supplies and baby coffins."

"And the stained glass window made of human skin." You added.

"You know a case is fucked when a lost finger is of the least concern." Charissa commented.

"The important thing is that it's over." Will said. "He's dead and [F/N] is alive."

Bella smiled at you. "God really is looking out for you, [F/N]."

You forced a smile, telling yourself that Bella had the best intentions. But her good intentions revived Chase's voice in your head, which was a voice you'd spent the last six months trying to forget. You tightened your grip on your utensils to relieve some tension, but it didn’t work.

The table went quiet, waiting for Bella to realize her mistake. Will put his hand over yours and looked into your eyes. He mouthed the word 'breathe' and some similar affirmations.

Hannibal raised his head, knowing the light casting shadows on his face intimidated people. "Ms. Bella, we generally don't talk religion here."

She covered her mouth with her fingertips. "I'm so sorry, [F/N], I just meant-"

You put your hand up. "Please, just don't."

"The important thing is that [F/N] recovered forty missing women and reunited them with their families." Will said. "And there was no divine presence involved in that."

You smiled softly. "I'll drink to that."

"And you'll also be happy to know that the woman who assisted him in luring all those girls into the cult," Jack added. "She's looking at twenty-five to life without parole."

"What about the babies?" Bella piped up. "Weren't there, like, at least twelve newborns?"

"That's where the department of family and child services took over." Jack answered. "Whether the biological mothers kept them or put them up for adoption is out of our hands, but I do know each child was thoroughly examined and are all up to date on their shots."

"Seriously, though." Charissa interjected. "How do you misplace an entire finger?"

"It's one of the easier appendages to misplace." Hannibal answered, speaking with experience. "I heard it wasn't just the one that you couldn't find."

Jack looked up from his plate, confused. "Now how did you know about that?"

"The man took a 12 gauge bullet directly to the hand, Jack." Hannibal said with a small chuckle. "It's more likely you find no fingers than any at all."

"The bones will turn up somewhere." Jack said, resignedly.

He just happened to say the word “bones” as you were glancing at your ring.

You smiled a little too wide. “They just might.”

#hannibal lecter #hannibal x you #hannibal x reader #hannibal nbc #the sommelier #will graham #will graham x reader #will graham x you #hannibal x you x will #hannigram x reader #hannibal x reader x will

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Not with the band

summary: hi everyone, I wrote this for @ayablackwood . I hope you like it!

A/N: this is my longest oneshot and I hope you all enjoy this! Thank you for Reading. If you want to make a request for a fix either message me or you can request HERE. Thank you!

tag list: @thenobodies-inc , @littlemisscare-all , @ayablackwood @agroupiewhore

Word Count:6102

Izzy POV

The first thing I noticed about her was the big brown eyes. Sad eyes that showed she had lived her life and seen a few things in her time. I had never noticed a girl's eyelashes before but I could see the long black lashes sweeping down, staring at her drink before looking back up almost doing a reset. Maybe she was like me and thought that these parties took a lot out of a person. The constant talking to strangers, faking politeness or interest in a conversation with someone.

I got a reputation for being indifferent, a quiet introspective sort of person who didn't care about others. But that wasn’t who I was; I just found most people were just boring to be around. There are only so many times you can talk about your band before you realize that it’s not your band they care about. Most girls I met just wanted to sleep with me. It wasn’t even that they wanted to sleep with me but that they wanted to sleep with the guitarist from Guns n Roses. And that was fine. I had no problem sleeping with the girls who didn’t require me to put in any effort because I wasn’t going to waste my time trying to woo them.

But as I watched this stranger across the room, I couldn't help but start to think about who she was. I noticed she had a nervous tick of pushing her straight black hair behind her ear when men came up to her and when she was talking to her friends she’d place her hands on their forearms almost whispering secrets into their ears. She played with the tab of her beer can, the one she only sipped a couple times in the hour that I had been watching her. She wasn’t wearing skyrocketing heels or lace dresses. She had on a button up summer dress with a collar and short sleeves. Every once and a whole she’d stuff her hand in a pocket, letting her eyes sweep the room for someone she knew. She looked ready for a church picnic and not the rock and roll party at a beach house that would probably stretch though the entire weekend. She didn’t even seem to notice that she wasn’t all teased up 80’s glam; she was comfortable in her.

I had no idea who she was or who she came with but I couldn’t stop staring at her. She drank beer instead of the usual wine or booze that the girls at these parties consumed and instead of hanging out near a band member she was around other girls. They all seemed to come over to her, leaning close to whisper secrets in her ear, the sly smiles they spread across their faces. How did she know so many people here and I had no idea who she was? Finally, Axl’s girlfriend laced their arms, dragging her over to the couch where Axl and I were both sitting, giving me a chance to get to know her.

“This is Y/N, she’s my best friend. Y/N this is Axl and Izzy.'' When the introduction was done she pulled her down on the couch, our legs touching from the close proximity. I watched her lick her lips, turning to lean close to me so she could talk and have me hear what she was saying. I could smell her shampoo, like lavender, and feel the warmth of her body as she gave me a conspiratory look. It was intoxicating being this close to her and having her overwhelm my senses.

“I’m everyone’s best friend because I’m usually the designated driver.” she joked, the smile breaking out over her face like she was sharing this joke with me. Holy shit, it was like staring into the sun when her smile spread across her face, warming up those sad brown eyes and showing a twinkle of joy.

Hook, line, and sinker. I never reacted to a girl like this before and now this stranger was beside me on the couch and I couldn’t even think of something to say. All I could think about was how soft her hair looked and how much I wanted to wrap my fingers around a silky lock. Or how her nails weren’t painted the fashionable red or the neon colors but this soft pink. Everything about her seemed to stick out or maybe she was just sticking out to me because I was already obsessed with her.

“I’m Izzy.” She gave me a look and I realized that introductions had already been made and I was just making a fool of myself. This is exactly what I get for spacing out in so many conversations with girls. I lost any sort of ability to communicate with someone. “Do you want to get out of here?” Following up my reintroduction of myself with a line that I had used on a bunch of one night stands that I had wanted to stop talking about. It was that instant feeling of regret seeping into me.

“No, I don’t.” She didn’t give me any other explanation, only got up from the couch, headed over to a group of people and blended into them with ease. She hadn't even given me a look when she left.

“You have been staring at Y/N all night and I got her to come and sit down next to you and not even five minutes later you screwed it up. What did you say to her?” the girl on Axl’s lap asked me. I felt like a kid being scolded by my parents and even felt a burning in my cheeks.

“I’ll fix it, don’t worry.” I was standing up, walking across the room to where she was standing. It had been months, maybe years since I went up to a girl and not just let them come up to me. It was like she felt me coming, her head turning, eyes meeting mine and suddenly I was forgetting everything that I had prepared in my mind. Just the way she looked at me had me forgetting the apology that I had in my mind. “Just grabbing a beer.” I reached around her grabbing a beer from the bucket on the table watching her eyes follow me. Smooth. So fucking smooth.

It had been a week since the party and I couldn’t get her out of my mind. I’d go to sleep thinking of her. She’d come to me in my dreams with those brown eyes waking me up. I couldn’t stop thinking about how the side of her lips curled up and her whole face lit up when she smiled. I started to realize I was putting her on this pedestal, obsessing over Y/N, a girl I had met once in passing at a party.

So I did the only thing that I could do. I called up Axl to have his girlfriend plan a double date so that I could see her again. With the double date she would have her friend there for support but she would also be there with me. This would give me the opportunity to charm her and show her I was capable of conversations that were bigger than just introducing myself or getting a beer.

The girls were at the bar and my heart got caught in my throat when I saw her. She was wearing a silky green dress, clinging to the curves of her body. Cherry painted lips, full and just needing to be kissed, were in a smile as she sipped a wine glass. I didn’t know how I was going to make it through the night.

Her eyes landed on mine across the room, the soft smile she was wearing blooming larger as she shook her head, leaning forward to her friend before the pair of them were both headed over to us.

“I had a feeling it would be you here tonight.” she had that glint in her eyes again, “What was your name again? I don’t think that I caught it the first time.” the way she teased me so easily put me at ease. I didn't feel the stress like I had the night of the party. She was bringing me out of the shyness, fixing the way my mouth was tongue tied.

Y/N sat next to me at dinner, tight in the booth as we talked about all the usual things people talked about but instead of hitting the highlight rail and painting a rainbow over her life she was raw. When we talked about family she told me about her grandparents who had raised her and Aunts and Uncles who stepped in where her parents failed. She knew about the band because she was actually best friends with Axl’s girlfriend so when she looked at me there was a skeptical look in her eyes as if she knew the secrets and shames of my life. But there wasn't any judgement.

Y/N asked me questions, not about the band and what it felt like to be on stage or if I’d write a song about her but different questions like what it felt like when I held a guitar for the first time and how many songs did he write that never made it past notebooks. We talked and talked, snug in the booth together seeming to forget it was a double date and we just fell into a conversation together.

Finally a waiter came over to us letting us know that the place was closing and that the two of you had to leave. Time had completely gotten away from me as I had stayed wrapped up in her. Looking across the table I saw Axl and his date gone.The check was on the table but before I could reach for it she had thrown money down, smiling up at the waiter and letting him know it was all set.

“I’m supposed to pay for that.” I said as she scooted gently pushing me out of the booth. Her shoulders shrugged as she walked out of the restaurant, not waiting for me or seeming to care if I was behind her.

The sound of her heels on concrete, gave away which direction she was headed. Her bare shoulders were held high even in the cool night and I was rushing to be by her side, shrugging out of the denim jacket and wrapping it around her. The kind brown eyes looked up at me, skeptical for a second.

“I’m not going to sleep with you, Izzy.” her voice was clear and came out easily, “And I don’t date musicians.” She was matter of fact, shutting off the fact that we had just had a good night together and had gotten to know each other more.

I had watched the way she talked, confirming some of her nervous ticks. Like how she would look down and reset, sweeping her eyes around the room when she wasn’t comfortable. That had stopped about twenty minutes into dinner when we started to get along. There was no beer can tab to bend this way and that so instead her finger swirled around the top ledge of her wind glass in between small sips of wine.

“I never said anything about sleeping with you or dating you.” I said as we got to the corner. Her brown eyes were narrowed, regarding me with a strange curiosity like she was trying to make out what I wanted from her. “I want to kiss you though.” My hand slid through her black hair, as soft as silk, just like I had known it would be. She gasped, her mouth opening in a slight gasp not expecting me to be so close to her. Our eyes met and I watched her search me, as if there would be answers behind my eyes that I hadn’t spoken to her.

“If you kiss me I’ll never speak to you again. I don’t need boys kissing me.” her brown eyes were serious. There was an interesting spark there and it wasn’t like she was telling me that I couldn't kiss her. Y/N hadn’t moved an inch from my arms, she stayed looking up at me with my hands on her lower back. Having her in my arms felt good, not like the carnal or feral pleasure that I had with random girls. It was like we could communicate without words

“I’m not a boy, I’m a man.” The way she smirked at that statement was encouraging but there was still the fear in her eyes that I wanted to see gone. How could I get those brown eyes to only shimmer in happiness. “Let me walk you home.” I pulled back, watching the way her eyes sparkled for a second. It was the first time I felt like I had made the right choice.

Two days later I was sitting on the couch backstage, my fingers picking idolly on the guitar when two giggling girls burst into backstage. And there she was, eyes shiny with joy as she laughed with her friend. The pair of them seemed almost surprised that they were in the room with the band. Y/N looked up, eyes landing on me as if she knew exactly where I would be.

I don’t know why her eyes knocked the wind out of me everytime that they looked at me but I was made stupid in her presence. She didn’t come over to talk to me, staying with her friend. Her black hair was tied back in a red ribbon bow. If she could have reached the ribbon I’m sure she would have pulled it out; she was playing with the end of her ponytail. I didn’t know why she was nervous but I gave her space watching how every few minutes she would look down her eyes looking around until they landed on me. When we would make eye contact she seemed frustrated by it and would pull her eyes away.

I had her phone number which I had called several times since the double date without her picking up once. There had to be a reason she was ignoring me. I had thought of around 100 in the time that I had been obsessing with her. The biggest one, the one that made the most sense is she wasn’t into me because there was someone else. The logical part of my brain accepted this but the other part wanted to fight for her, prove that I was worth it.

Before we went on stage, I looked over at her again.She looked tired, like she hadn’t slept since I dropped her off. Small dark circles that she hadn’t bothered to cover in makeup stood out as she sipped her beer. She wasn’t trying to make everyone laugh or touching forearms as she leaned in to speak to them. One hand was firmly planted in the denim shorts she was wearing and the other on a can of beer that I was sure was warm from how long she nursed it. It felt like something was wrong and I didn't have time to figure out what it was.

During the show I looked over, almost doing a double take when I saw her standing there, watching us perform. Her friends were all moving to the music but she was perfectly still just watching me. Not the band but me. She caught me staring and sent me a small wave in return, I missed the next note getting a scathing look from Axl as repayment.

How could she be so inside my head? I had no idea how to deal with it. All I could think about for the rest of the shoe was getting off stage and talking to her. Or kissing her. I could imagine her pressed against her, her arms wrapping around my neck as I lifted off her feet into a kiss. The feeling of her plus lips on mine, her tongue that I was sure tasted like something sweet, dancing against mine. I blinked myself out of the image, stealing a look over at her as if she could read my embarrassing thoughts. Just like a high school idiot I was fantasizing about a girl. I needed to get a better grip on things.

It took me almost twenty minutes to find her after the show. Between all the hustle and bustle of people moving around it was like a whirlwind and then suddenly there she was walking towards me, what looked like my denim jacket folded over her arm.

“Hey, I just brought this back for you. I have to head home now.” She tried to hand me the jacket but I was too caught up in the idea of her leaving so soon to grab it. Y/N must have seen the confusion on my face, “I have a meeting I need to prepare for tomorrow. I probably shouldn’t have even come out to this.” She motioned around to the show and once more held out the jacket for me to take,

“Why don’t I take you home?” The weary look on her face was there again; she didn’t trust me. It was fair. We hadn’t known each other for that long and if she knew the same people as I did it wasn’t really a slight on me to not trust me. It was common sense, “I just want to have a couple more minutes with you. I won’t force myself into your apartment or anything like that.” I could feel my heart breathing as I tried to play off this cool, collected guy. When she nodded in agreement I had to bite my lip to stop the idiotic smile from plastering across my face.

We talked in the car, small talk about little things and I asked her about her meeting. I got to glimpse her face express joy, stress, hope, and a million other emotions at the mention of it and realized this wasn’t just her work meeting but her passion meeting. Y/N wanted to design clothes and had gotten a meeting to work with a company to see her line. If she was taken on she could have a clothing line out as soon as the Spring.

I had been around musicians for so long that it seemed second nature to brag or talk about our work. There would be a million times where someone would just pick up an instrument and other people would join in on a jam session and suddenly a song was written. Or the amount of times composition notebooks were passed around to judge song lyrics someone else had written. No one was really shy about their music because everyone had this sense that they were the best at what they did.

Y/N seemed to have a track record of people not fully believing in her. She told me about her grandparents having sent her to college to get a husband more than they had sent her to get a degree and when she had graduated with her business degree and a good job they had been proud of her but there had been this sense of failure with it. If she told them it would just feel like it was about her step away from their traditional expectations of how she should live her life. Her friends were all so wrapped up in what they were doing, most of them hanging around the scene and trying to land a rich boyfriend to take care of them that she felt like if she shared her work with them they wouldn’t understand what she was trying to do. So she kept her designs to herself, sketching out ideas and tracing out pattern designs when she was alone. She would take vacation days from work just to sew or spend whole weekends pretending she had the stomach flu to give her an escape from everyone else and just focus on something that she wanted to do.

Seeing her talk about it and feeling the sincerity of her passion coming out in her words moved me and I had to see it. I wanted to see what made her so excited and what her dreams were. It felt important to me because it made her happy.

“Do you think I could see what you’re working on?” I asked when we pulled up outside of her place. She looked at me, shocked and stared for a second before giving a slight nod as she got out of the car leading me inside the place that she lived.

It was exactly how I would imagine it to be, pictures on the wall of family and friends, fresh flowers on the counter, a coffee cup with a lipstick smear on her coffee table, and just a mess of fabric everywhere.

“Sorry for the chaos. I’ve been in a panic mood.” she confessed, clearing off the couch and starting to tidy up as I walked around, looking at some of the sketches on the wall and letting my fingers run over the clothing she had on some forms. I could feel her eyes following me, watching me as I moved around.

“You did all of this by yourself?” She nodded, those brown eyes scared as she shared with me the intimacy of her craft. The raw unfinished hems of art in progress. “You’re amazing.” her eyes widened at this and for a second I thought she was going to cry. I took a step closer to her, “You should be really proud of yourself for getting all of this done. And your work is amazing. Will you tell me more about your meeting?”

And she did. We sat on the couch, time once more seeming to melt away around us. Both of us talked about our goals and dreams. The life we wanted and just some of the things that we had dreamed about. It was easy to talk about the life that we both wanted because our puzzle pieces we wanted in our life seemed to fit together.

The sun tickled me awake, teasing me out of sleep as I woke up on a couch. I looked at my side where Y/N was tucked in, fast asleep. There was a smirk as she dreamed about something amusing, drawn over her face. Some of her dark hair had escaped the pony tail and spilled over the gentle features of her face. Absent-mindedly, I tucked them back watching amused as her nose scrunched up from my fingers.

I couldn’t remember waking up next to someone that I hadn’t had sex with. I wasn’t sure what I was even supposed to do. Could I make myself a cup of coffee? Could I sneak out and make it to the band meeting I needed to be at in thirty seven minutes? Shit.

Trying to be gentle I slowly got up from the couch, rearranging Y/N so she would stay asleep. I grabbed my jacket, laying it over her as she resettled into the spot. I wanted to stay so badly but knew that I couldn’t miss the meeting.

Finding a pen I scribbled a note, hoping that she could read my chicken scratch writing and that she saw the message before her meeting. With one last glance I looked at her before leaving the apartment.

Y/N POV

Oh man, another night on the couch. My back was protesting against my decision before I even opened my eyes. It smells like cigarettes, sweat, and cologne. It smells like Izzy. My eyes snapped open as I remembered talking to him last night. Now I’m waking wrapped in the denim jacket I tried to give him back and he’s gone. When did he leave?

Looking at the time I started rushing around, packing things up in the garment bags, getting dressed and grabbing my bag. I stopped seeing a piece of paper with different handwriting on the counter, Izzy’s name signed at the bottom.

‘Sorry for sneaking out on you well you slept, you looked so peaceful I didn’t want to wake you. Your work is amazing and they’ll be so lucky to add your designs to the team. Good luck, Y/N. I’ll be throwing a party tonight. Here’s my address. Please come. -Izzy’

The kind words had my cheeks blazing. He believed in mr. He thought I had talent and could see the creativity and love sewn into each garment. He respected my craft and my passions. He had listened to my lamenting the night before about everything and he wanted my dreams to be realities.

The realization that I liked the guitarist started to seep in. The preconceived notions of who the band was and how they slept around was starting to slip; for the past couple weeks Izzy only had eyes for me. And when we talked it was so easy to tell him everything. At the parties and backstage Izzy had stayed away from the girls who wanted to sleep with him. He had even left to take me home. He hadn’t tried anything.

I had made this assumption about him because his band was just like everyone else. After the meeting I’d get ready and talk to him, apologize, kiss him.

Walking into the party I tried not to fidget with the leather dress. My eyes wandered around the house, I knew most of the people here but I couldn’t find Izzy.

It was twenty minutes later when I finally spotted him on the balcony. He looked uncomfortable, three girls crowded around him as he nodded his head absently. Every couple minutes he’d look up, eyes scanning the crowd before looking down at his drink, tipping it back to down the amber liquid. But the girls were going in rotation to the bar to keep them coming.

A weird cramping filled my stomach and my hands tightened in fists. The jealousy overtook me as I tried to figure out a plan.

“You’re staring at Izzy like he usually stares at you.” Looking over my shoulder I saw Axl staring past you to where his bandmate was trapped being held hostage by the hyenas. “Are you going to save him or are you going to let them take him upstairs? Better figure it out kid.” The lead singer moved away leaving me alone. I stewed in my anger, showtime.

One foot in front of another, hips swinging dangerously side to side I watched the eyes follow me. Izzy finally saw me when I got to the balcony, stepping forward to break out from his captors. My hand went to the back of his head, pulling him down a few inches to my lips and planting my lips on his. Hands slid down the smooth sides of the dress around me to my ass and back up to my lower back. Pulling away, my heart beating a million miles a minute, I looked into his shocked eyes. At least it wasn’t just me that felt the fireworks.

“I’ve had a very good day and I’m not going to let anyone ruin that.” I explained to him, flashing him a smile. Izzy cupped my cheeks, his lips hitting mine again as his body pressed me into the balcony. I could feel every part of him, hard and solid against me.

“I’ve been waiting to kiss you for weeks.” His head rested against mine and for a second I forgot that we were at a party surrounded by friends. Izzy seemed to completely forget, his eyes on me, one hand firm against my hip well the other ran through my hair.

“Did it live up to expectations?” I teased, watching the way he was looking at me. His gaze was intense and I felt like I was going to shiver despite the warmth of the night.

“It just left me hungry to kiss every inch of your body.” His words came out husky, vibrating through me and making the dress that barely covered my skin seem too hot to wear anymore.

A flip had been switched on and I couldn’t turn it off. After fighting it for weeks the feeling of Izzy’s hands in my body was exactly what I wanted.

“Are you going to fuck me like one of your groupies?” I asked, “Are we going to go upstairs and in an hour I’ll leave and never hear from you again?” His eyebrows furrowed together, confused.

“Do you think that I’m only going to take an hour with you, honey? That’s cute.” He was taking my hand, weaving us through the crowd and to his bedroom. My cheeks were burning red as he pulled us inside, locking the door behind us. “If you don’t want this, now would be the time to tell me because if you don’t say something in the next ten seconds I’m going to toss you on that bed behind you and do things with your body that I’m sure you’ve never had done before.” His eyes were staring so deeply into me, I gulped trying to picture what he had in mind but not being able to have a coherent thought.

“Why are we still in clothes?”

That was exactly the answer he was looking for. He took one step towards me, looking over my dress before spinning me around, his lips on the back of my neck kissing and biting around to my ear as his fingers pulled the zipper down, his middle finger tracing my spine as it went.

His mouth moved down, kissing until the dress was off, biting my ass cheek as I stepped from the dress. Izzy was on his knees behind me and I felt disoriented that I couldn’t see him.

“Bend over for me. Put your elbows out so you’re comfortable, Y/N. Good job, honey.” Licking my lips I followed his instructions and my body position ass up off the bed.

Hands on my hips rolled my underwear down, pulling it off as well as sliding off my heels. I felt on display, like I was his toy to play with. The idea of it having me bite my lip.

“Look at your pretty pussy.” His finger traced the outside lips, a whimper rolling out of my mouth, “I’m going to take care of you, honey. Don’t worry about that. Let me just enjoy the sight of you and learn your body, okay?” I nodded wishing I could turn and look at him. He rubbed his hands over my ass, pushing my stomach down and arching me higher. His hands went down again, pushing my legs open.

The way that Izzy made a hissing sound followed by a low grunt had me wondering what he was doing.

“Izzy, I can’t see what you’re doing.” I whined out trying to turn. A soft smack on my ass had me freezing in place.

“Do you want me to describe everything to you?” His voice seemed deeper, husky and needy now. “I’m going to get undressed .” The sound of a fly going down, a belt buckle unclipping and the sound of clothes being tossed aside confirmed this. “Now, I’m going to get on my knees behind you and play with your pussy. It’s so juicy and wet I’m going to pump out some of the juices like this.”

Two fingers stretched me open, surging me forward. Izzy moved his fingers quickly for a second, curling them inside to rub against the swell inside of my body. He pulled them out after a second and I heard a slurping sound and a groan of appreciation. I could picture him tasting me off himself and moaning softly into the bed sheets.

“I’m going to get more of your wet pussy juice and use it to stroke my hard cock. Is that okay, honey?” I squeaked out a yes, feeling his two fingers teasing at my hole. My body pushed back, wanting to feel full of him again, “What was that?” He kissed my thigh, wet grin the juices he had just been working from inside of me.

“Please, Izzy. I want you to pump your cock with my wet pussy.” My heart was beating so loudly. I was so horny and just wanted him to work the orgasm from my body. I felt comfortable and trusted him with myself, feeling like he wouldn’t abuse the power in a way I didn’t like.

His fingers were once more inside of me, working at me again. My hands gripped the sheets, trying not to push back against him but I could feel the rocking in my hips.

“Do you need to cum? Am I not finger fucking you hard enough? Let me use my mouth. I’ll fuck you with my tongue and suck on that little swollen clit.” His fingers left my body and I whimpered. I could hear this wet grunting and knew he was fisting his cock as he played with me. “You have me so hard.”

“So fuck me.” I said panting. It felt like he kept getting me so close and stopping. I could feel the quivering in my legs and knew I was more than ready to cum.

“Patience. You made me be patient for you now you be a good girl and let me taste you. I want to lap up your sticky pussy juices before I bury my cock into you.” At the idea of his cock in me I could feel the tightening in my belly.

“Holy-“ I couldn’t finish my sentence. His warm tongue swiped over me, twirling around my home, dancing into my pussy and licking my walls before sliding out down to my slit where his perfect lips wrapped around it like a kiss before his tongue spun around it sucking and pulling it in his mouth.

I was rocking again, over-stimulated and wanting to orgasm more and more. My mind was blank, a coherent thought no longer feasible.

“You can cum for me. I’ll keep sucking and licking you and right at your peak I’m going to push my cock all the way in. You’re going to keep pushing back just like you’re doing now in it, Cumming against my cock and letting me drain myself inside you.” He whispered as he laid these over stimulating kisses over my glistening cunt. His tongue swiped down into me again, then a flat stroke over me and up to my clit. I felt his tongue slide around it sucking the small ball until I was shaking from the orgasm.

Izzy was quick to slide inside me, filling me with his cock, stretching it as he fucked me, dragging out my orgasm as my wetness slid down my thighs over his balls and on his own legs.

“That’s a good girl, cumming so hard against my cock.” His hands were on my hips as I pushed back wanting him to keep fucking me. My hands on the small of my waist helped to pull me back and keep me dripping over every inch of him.

The low groan he gave out let me know he was close and I squeezed, pushing myself back up on my elbows tk throw it back. His hand slid down to my ass smacking it knee again before hands were digging on my hip, his balls slapping my enforced clit as he shuddered inside me.

Izzy stayed like that for a second, both of us panting and gasping for air. He pulled out with a satisfied groan falling beside me on the bed and dragging me close to him in the bed.

His lips were on my head, soft kisses and hair strokes soothing me. Izzy dragged a bed sheet over us, his arms returning to wrap around me. I felt exhausted, safe, comfortable and something deeper for him. A new connection beyond just the carnal pleasure we just had.

“Do you want to stay here for the night? We can do brunch in the morning and you can tell me all about your meeting?” He had remembered the most important step in my career and was making time for me to tell him more about it.

I pulled him into another kiss, his lips tasted like me and I knew we weren’t going to leave this bed until that brucnh he was talking about.

#izzy stradlin #Imagine #request #Izzy straddlin request #izzy stradlin x reader #izzy stradlin imagine #Izzy stradlin headcanon #gnr imagine #gnr fanfiction #guns n roses #guns n roses imagine #fanfic #izzy stradlin fanfic

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yagirlqueenie · 3 years ago

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Eeee I just recently found your Inside Job Breagan fankid Mickey and I LOVE HER ALREADY AND I HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS. Firstly, how did the rest of the Cognito Inc team (Glenn, Gigi, Andre, and Myc) react to Reagan and Brett having a baby and what kind of dynamic do you imagine Mickey having with them? Secondly, does she have any friends outside of Cognito, her Orrin if you will? Third, what's her relationship like with school?

aaaa ty!! and to answer ur questions (which will be under the cut bc these are long answers dsfgdsfgdf):

1) I think everyone was kind of shocked, half bc "holy shit, it's a baby" and half for the reason she was made (which will be reavealed fairly soon!!)

Her dynamic with everyone is likeeee

Glenn and Myc: She pretends like she doesn't like them but in reality they scare her bc they're scary looking asdfgdsdfd

If she is feeling brave Glenn gives her piggy back rides n such, I thiiink it was mentioned he had kids before?? I imagine he tries to be her fill in grandpa figure but it isn't working

and with Myc, I imagine he's teaching her a buncha swears. Reagan tries her damn best not to cuss around Mickey but to no avail, she's learned the naughty words from Myc.

Andre: FUN UNCLE!!! If Brett and Reagan won't let her have anything fun like desserts or toys he's probably gonna sneak em to her behind their backs

Gigi: She sorta looks up to her, def her auntie. Mickey probably saw her doing her makeup or hair once in her office and demanded she do hers, too

2) I imagine she does have at least ONE friend, I think she's the kinda gal who thinks she's above her peers because she sees herself as a "perfect" being, very egotistical, but she's got at least ONE friend who I need to, like, make. Girl needs someone to balance her out and be her voice of reason/impulse control.

"I am a god"

"you got flustered when someone saw you spill water down your shirt and threatened to shoot them with your ray gun"

"who are you, my mom?"

3) As I mentioned earlier, she really wants to get her GED/graduate early or drop out so she can hurry up and become a full-time employee at Cognito Inc. She feels her talents and smarts are being wasted in school.

She's really smart and knows it, butshe kind of lacks the social skills that school would bring her, and her parents want her to stay in school for that reason (and also so that she can make positive memories and have fun)

#ask #proudbinerd #mickey ridley-hand #queenie talks #inside job oc

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theloneliestshipper · 3 years ago

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Book of Boba, Episode 1 Review

Below is my review of The Book of Boba Fett, Episode 1: Stranger in a Strange Land. IT CONTAINS SPOILERS.

It’s hard to believe that it’s been a whole year since Boba Fett made his triumphant live-action return in The Mandalorian, mostly because you know, time has no meaning anymore.

I wrote in February about how meaningful Boba’s return was to me personally after surviving 2020 and now as I’m writing this I’m waiting for an email from my employer confirming that all meetings will be returning to the virtual due to the rise in COVID cases and my kids’ school district has just announced that it will be resuming virtual learning after the winter break.

The predominant theme of 2021 seems to be taking two weary steps forward and one hurried step back. We’ve been “staying safe” and “hoping this email finds you well” for so long that life before 2020 sometimes feels like a strange dream.

So to have The Book of Boba Fett open on Boba laying in the bacta pod, dreaming fitfully about the past almost feels almost too on the nose. We're all trying to adjust to a new reality while still dealing with the trauma of the past. We might look okay in our masks, but the truth is we’re a long way from recovered.

The first episode was split into two timelines. The first is in the Post-Mando-s2 present where Boba is trying his hand at making crime pay with “Master Assassin Fennec Shand” (which is how he introduces her and how I will be referring to her from now on). The second is Boba’s escape from the sarlacc, after which he is promptly stripped by Jawas and then saved/captured by Tusken Raiders.

I imagine these duel timelines will continue in the episodes that follow, with the first timeline focusing on the conflict with the Mayor of Mos Espa and the inevitable betrayal of Madam Garsa while the second timeline tries to answer the questions that have been burning a hole in the minds of Fett fans since Legends canon got the boot.

Things I Loved

The scene inside the sarlacc was genuinely horrifying and looked amazing. Fanservice fantastically well done.

I might have a new interior obsession with Jabba’s palace. More. MORRRRE.

The AOTC flashbacks of Kamino and Geonosis. My heart.

Master Assassin Fennec Shand’s advice to stick to what people expect and Boba’s nonchalant “nah I’ll do it my way” is a very interesting dynamic between the two of them. I look forward to seeing where it goes.

Was not expecting Boba to be tied up or in chains for half the episode. In the concept art he’s half-naked AND in chains and for everyone’s safety I’m preemptively putting myself in horny jail.

On a related note, The Concept Art. Holy moly. I want ALL of it framed and hanging on my wall.

Things I Didn’t Love

The portrayal of the Tuskens. Fans were quick to note that The Mandalorian took a huge step forward in treating the Tuskens like a culture and not a stereotype of savages. It’s not clear what purpose Tusken captives serve (are they hostages? Melon harvesting slaves?) and watching the kids beat up on Boba gave me bad Western vibes. If Boba ends up sleeping with the Tusken priestess we’ll have a real Dances with Wolves situation on our hands.

The sarlacc escape was a bit of a let down. After that amazingly claustrophobic shot of Boba struggling in the sarlacc’s guts he zombie-arms his way out of the sand and that’s it. I actually laughed. Patton Oswalt made it sound way cooler.

There were a few OOC moments that seemed to be mainly for story convenience. Boba handing over his helmet to strangers, for example, or he and Fennec both conveniently forgetting their guns on their little stroll. I'm a real wet blanket when it comes to characterization! Sorry!

Why no ROTJ flashbacks in the dream sequence? Not enough time to tie the title character into multiple movies but plenty of time for sand and bantha butts?

Monster of the Week:

To save a Tusken youngling, Boba pulls a Leia and strangles the super-swole version of Randall Boggs from Monsters Inc. with a chain. 100% behind the decision to have Boba bond with a surly child who is also his jailor.

Final Thoughts

Bringing a background character into the forefront is no small task. The Mandalorian gave him a role where his main job was to stand around in the background and look cool, which is arguably his wheelhouse. It’s a much different thing to see a character struggle through a narrative arc, but rest assured that even when I nitpick I’m enjoying the ride. Much like the year 2022, it’s going to be an interesting journey and I hope to see good things come from it.

#tbobf spoilers #book of boba fett spoilers #episode review #overall this is Good Food and I'm happy #boba fett

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stab-the-son-of-a · 3 years ago

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Whumptober No.4 - Taken Hostage

TW: Guns, off-screen assumed character death, sexist character, smoking

Taglist: @whumpers-inc

There is a surprising (and hand-cramping) amount of paperwork that goes into working at a call center, even one as unconventional as 1-877-WHMP-NOW. An annoying, several hour, several stack amount. Bianca will never forgive whoever it was in HR or accounting (the only two departments who actually seem masochistic enough to enjoy bureaucracy) that suggested all these extra reports and encounter summaries and redundancy measures.

In the same way you tune out the world while enjoying a nature walk and only begin paying attention again when your unconscious mind notices something dangerously wrong, Bianca pauses in her muttered curses to the paperwork gods and listens.

“Why of course she’s in today,” Fran says in a tight tone. “I’ll just transfer you right to your personal whump-passionate care coordinator, Dom.”

Not Dom. Not that irritating, overly stuffed up crock of shit again. Dom had run through almost the entire call center, leaving Bianca the only person who had yet to swear to walk if they were forced to deal with the self-impressed asshole. Jerking her head up, Bianca stares Fran down, like a deer willing a semi-truck to change paths. She shakes her head, desperately miming cutting across her throat with a rushed flail.

Their gazes lock. Fran continues to dial, even as they watch Bianca’s distressed pantomime with all the impassive finality of a monarch’s sentence.

“Don’t you dare, Fran,” Bianca hisses. “I swear by all that is good and holy if you transfer him--”

Her line rings, and she answers it with a chipper grin that doesn’t touch her glare one bit. “Well hey, sugar!” If looks could kill, Bianca would be in a whole other line of work right now as she tosses an eraser at Fran’s head. “What can I do for you today, hun?”

Well, she can already tell this isn’t going to be a pleasant call, not if the sirens are any indication.

“Brianna,” Dom cries, “I’m too handsome for jail!”

Bianca mouths to Fran, “I’ll kill you,” even as they duck their head and pretend to be oh-so invested in their latest call report. She tosses another eraser and this one hits the mark, bouncing off the back of their skull.

“Hello! Brianna! I need you to put down the Covergirl or your nail file and do your job, sweetheart.”

Rolling her eyes, she returns her attention to Dom. “I’m awful sorry. What did you say your emergency was?”

“Thank you for the urgency,” he spits.

Bianca waits for him to elaborate. The sirens on his end of the line continue blaring, the voluming growing as they grow closer.

“Did the line cut out, sugar?” she prompts, carefully sterilizing her tone with a thick layer of honey.

“I tried to rob this small town little podunk town store and took this girl--” Dom lets out a short cry of pain and kicks at something. He corrects himself, ”This bitch. And someone had the nerve to call the cops on me!”

At the sound of gunfire- too close to the gun to be from any policeman, Bianca raises a single brow in silent question of his intelligence. In her humble, professional opinion wasting ammo on puerile displays and a lead tantrum is useless, but again, she’s just a professional. She only graduated at the top of her class and has years, if not decades, on Dom in terms of experience.

Of course, Bianca says none of that.

“Have you taken the girl hostage, Dom?”

“Yes! Jeez, do I have to spell everything out for you people?”

“It’s very helpful when our clients are clear and precise, Dom,” Bianca returns, an almost feral edge to the too wide portions of her smile. “Have you read our informational brochure, ‘So You Want to Take a Hostage’? Or perused our FAQs for whumpers?”

“Why should I?”

A year ago maybe Bianca might have been surprised. Now she’s just glad Dom can’t see the various mocking faces and mouthed insults she indulges in due to such a response. That doesn’t mitigate the desire she feels to bash her head against her desk until her mental faculties match Dom’s. Instead, she parrots, “No. Why should you.”

“So, what do I do?” Dom asks, impatience clear in his tone. “How do I get out of this?”

“Well, Dom, could I speak with your hostage for a hot sec?”

Completely ignoring her question, Dom muses aloud, “What if I just went out there with my guns and just started shooting. There’s only one car out there. I can take out some backwater donut cop.”

She loves her job. She loves her job. She. Loves. Her. Job. She may be a masochist.

“That course of action might not work well, sugar,” Bianca says carefully.

“Why not?”

Just as she’s about to answer, said aforementioned cop starts in with the megaphones and the offers for surrender. Quickly, she traces the call while Dom yells back about assholes and what he deserves and specifically what the cop deserves, involving his megaphone and uncomfortable places.

That ‘podunk’ little town is more of a small city, and even if there is only one cop currently there, there are bound to be more en route, and rapidly at that.

“Are you listening to me, sweetheart?” Dom demands. “There’s only one of him and I’ve got two guns. It’s fool proof.”

Oh, it’s something to do with fools alright. “So, to clarify, you’ve got a gun in each hand?”

“I just said that, honey, put your listening ears on and try to keep up.”

Over her ten plus years working with the call center, Bianca has heard plenty of stupid shit in her time but trying to go out dual wielding guns is… a new one. She quickly shoots Fran a short text reading, You SO owe me, Franny.

“What about your hostage? How are you going to keep control over her? Is she bound?” Bianca tries to reason with Dom, the apparent Blade wannabe, even if it’s futile.

“I’ll bring her with and put the gun to her head. Easy.”

Easy. Yes, so easy. Fran returns her text. ‘You’re the absolute goddess of dealing with BS I am not worthy.’

“Dom, could you be a dear and let me speak with her, please? Thank you sugar.”

“God what is it with women always needing to yap yap yap?” Dom complains as he rips the gag out of the hostage’s mouth.

“FUCK YOU!” She howls immediately. “I’ll bite your fingers off, you small dicked piece of shit!”

So, Bianca had admittedly harbored suspicions that the ‘girl’ was actually a grown woman, considering Dom’s typical behavior, but this certainly confirms that. A wistful sigh builds as Bianca listens to the hostage chew Dom out and insult his manhood and intelligence.

‘Damn straight. I expect pumpkin spice brownies and a latte on my desk tomorrow morning.’

‘It’s June.’

“It’s DOM.’

‘Pumpkin spice brownies gotcha.’

A solid, but wet crack jerks Bianca’s attention back to the matter at hand. The hostage is eerily quiet. Waiting for a response from either Dom or the hostage, she picks at the dry skin on her lips and taps her foot.

“Oh shit,” Dom whispers.

Screwing her eyes shut as if that will change what his answer is, Bianca asks, “Dom?”

“Yeah?”

“Did you just pistol whip your hostage?”

“Yeah.”

Nope, this is officially the stupidest, most asinine, bass-ackwards call from a client she’s ever had to suffer through. Clearly having overheard, Fran twists around to get a better vantage point to watch as Bianca places her head in her hands and fights back a scream of frustration.

Collecting herself, Bianca chirps, “I’m sorry, sugar, but you really ought to have read our guide. The first rule of a hostage situation is to keep your hostage alive as leverage. Now, as it stands, you’re a murderer surrounded by... “ She counts up each little blip. “Four cop cars and another two on the way. You have to understand, honey, that it goes against policy to stay involved.”

“What? No! You can’t do this you bitch!”

Bianca grins, sharp and vicious. “Oh, Dom, I can, and I will.” With that, and Dom still shouting injustice, she hangs up.

“I’ve wanted to do that for forever,” she breezily admits to Fran.

They match her smile inch for inch, and then some. “Bee, you’re my hero. I’m throwing in maple walnut fudge pancakes just for that.”

“Of course we’ll have IT burn the connection and remote into Dom’s phone before the incident gets too close to home, blah blah blah, and we’ll look into whether that lady remembers anything after the whole gun to the head thing,” she dismisses, “but for now, I need a smoke break or twenty. Toodles!”

#whumptober2021 #no.4 #taken hostage #oc #fic #guns #off-screen character death #smoking #sexism #wcc series #wcc fran #wcc bianca #hostage situation #pistol whipping #food mention

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hajimesh · 4 years ago

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prompt list

(angst, soft, smut & random)

[ angsty prompts ]

1. “do you ever mean the things you say?”

2. “come back to me.”

3. “you really are an awful person.”

4. “you need to leave.”

5. “there was never an us.”

6. “i fucked up.”

7. “i’m so, so sorry.”

8. “leave me alone.”

9. “you’re not leaving, are you?”

10. “please look at me.”

11. “is s/he really just a friend?”

12. “i’m sorry but i don’t feel the same way.”

13. “did you think i wouldn’t find out?”

14. “do you even care anymore?”

15. “you don’t really think i’m getting annoying, do you?”

16. “as the saying goes: you don’t know what you have until it’s gone.”

17. “he wanted to take a break, but that meant it was all over.”

18. “she kept it to herself. she didn’t want him to see how much he hurt her.”

19. “i knew it was too good to be true.”

20. “you can’t let him get away with it this time.”

21. “i can’t hide the way i feel about you anymore.”

22. “he’s so paranoid, i can’t do anything by myself anymore.”

23. “don’t apologize if you don’t mean it.”

24. “every song reminds me of you.”

25. “i can’t stand seeing you like this.”

26. “don’t shut me out.”

27. “just promise to never lie to me, okay?”

28. “somethings are just better as memories.”

[ soft prompts ]

1. “you look exhausted, come here”

2. “not everyone is going to hurt you.”

3. “can i hug you?”

4. “you know i have feelings for you.”

5. “i wish you were here.”

6. “it’s too cold! come back!”

7. “monsters inc. was onto something, your smile and laughter runs my entire world.”

8. “i’m not going to stop poking you until you give me attention.”

9. “just pretend to be my date.”

10. “i didn’t get soaked wet walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. i have beer too. i know you’re sad, so let me in.”

11. “your cuteness is making everyone stare. stop it.”

12. “you make me proud. you know that, right?”

13. “you’re so damn beautiful, baby. i can’t believe you’re all fucking mine.”

14. “i know you’re mad at me but will a kiss change your mind?”

15. “god, i miss you so much.”

16. “i’m only doing it because you’re cute.”

17. “even when you’re annoying the fuck out of me, i still love you.”

18. "i love you even when you're sleepless and frustrated."

19. “can we just watch a movie and fall asleep on the couch?”

20. “you’re so clingy, i love it.”

21. “you’re cute when you’re all worried.”

22. “can i do your hair?”

23. “why do you only kiss me when i’m sleeping?”

24. “nothing bad is going to happen, baby, I promise.”

25. “excuse me for falling in love with you.”

26. “i’m sorry, but that was adorable.”

27. “i’m glad you’re mine.”

[ smutty prompts ]

1. “what? does that feel good?”

2. “c’mere, you can sit on my lap until i’m done working.”

3. “did i stutter?”

4. “the only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

5. “just let me finish this/this level and i swear i’ll go down on you until you cum at least three times.”

6. “i’d hold onto something if i were you.”

7. “try not to ruin your manicure when you dig those nails into my back.”

8. “i’m going to remeber this moment when i’m jerking off later.”

9. “you’re too flexible for your own good.”

10. “let’s fuck in the shower so it feels like we’re kissing in the rain.”

11. “if you keep fucking me this good, i’ll marry you.”

12. “we’re the sexiest couple i’ve ever seen.”

13. “you’re the reason i smile so wide and come so hard.”

14. “could he make you feel as good as i do?”

15. “we’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!”

16. “is that a gun on your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?”

17. “god damnit, now all i can think about right now is you licking my cock like its that ice cream cone.”

18. “if i have to pull over, you won’t be able to walk for the next week.”

19. “it’s not polite to stare, but i understand.”

20. “i love how your body loses control when you cum.”

21. “i’m bored. come over and sit on my dick.”

22. “why did you wear underwear, when you know im going to tear it off anyway?”

23. “im going to be late because you can’t keep it in your pants.”

24. “can i at least take my shoes off before u pounce at me?”

25. “no, i’m supposed to be making you feel good.”

26. “would you prefer my tongue or my cock?”

27. “dammit, we made a mess.”

28. “were you dreaming about me again?”

29. “well good morning to you too.”

[ random prompts ]

1. “have i entered an alternate universe or did you really just crack a smile for me?”

2. “let’s be annoyingly cute.”

3. “in this exact moment, i love my bed more than you.”

4. “grab my ass one more time and see what happens.”

5. “would you still date me if i dressed up as a cow for halloween?”

6. “these are not regular brownies!”

7. “he hates me. everytime i speak, he looks at me like i’m stupid.”

8. “i’m too sober for this.”

9. “the ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.”

10. “good thing i didn’t ask for your opinion.”

11. “why can’t you appreciate my sense of humor?”

12. “you work for me. you are my slave.”

13. “just smile, i really need to see you smile right now.”

14. “i had a bad dream again.”

15. “it’s a zombie, not an alien. know the difference.”

16. “you’re so cute when you’re upset.”

17. “waffles or pancakes? or wine? oh..or beer?”

18. “it’s almost midnight and you haven’t said anything cute at all.”

19. “do you always look at me like that?”

20. “what would you do if you never met me?”

21. “i should've stayed in bed.”

22. “picnics are for losers.”

23. “bed. now.”

24. “are you asking me out?”

25. “i may be an idiot, but i’m not stupid.”

26. “i just like proving you wrong.”

27. “we’ve become the clingy couple that you used to complain about.”

28. “you know you want it, sweetheart.”

29. “you got a cute butt.”

30. “...or we can chill in our underwear.”

31. “he’s pampering me, let him be.”

32. “don’t touch me. we’re fighting.”

33. “i’ll give you a massage.”

34. “hold my hand so he gets jealous.”

35. “it’s just rain, you aren’t gonna melt!”

36. “you know when your phone buzzes, it means i’m trying to talk to you, right?”

37. “when’s that last time we went on a date?”

38. “i thought you didn’t like cats?”

39. “i had a dream about you.”

40. “pick up lines only work when i’m drunk.”

41. “but, i said i love you.”

42. “we could get struck by lightning, but you want to kiss in the rain.”

43. “you’re never this quiet, what’s wrong?”

44. “…or we could make out….”

45. “i warned you. he warned you. your freaking mom warned you.”

46. “sit still, for the love of all that is holy.”

47. “can you be romantic for once?”

48. “you don’t hate me, quit lying to yourself.”

49. “are you high?”

50. “ew ew ew. you’re so gross.”

51. “step aside and watch a pro.”

52. “i’m a lucky girl. i’ll admit that.”

#writing prompts #fic prompts #angsty prompts #soft prompts #fluffy prompts #smutty prompts

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