#mike & briggs

[aceofwhump]

Graceland 1x08

[gingerpeachtea]

[statisticalbread]

made these ages ago and forgot to post. the briggs “shawty bad. like morally” one is my mona lisa

[comewhatmayy]

Okay so let’s say hypothetically I wrote a Mike Warren x Fem!Reader fanfiction, with a lot of chapters and a lot of smut!! what would be yalls opinions?

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[constant-mason24]

Security- P2

David Mason x reader (BO2)

Fem reader, she/her pronouns

(Y/n) is taken someplace safe.

PART 1

“Welcome to the U.S.S. Barrack Obama.” Harper stretched, standing from his seat. The ride was indeed very smooth, just as David had said. (Y/n) had settled into the ride easily, despite her fear of flying. 

“The admiral knows you’re here with us.” David placed a hand on her shoulder as they both stood. “We’re gonna get you set with as private quarters as we can.”

(Y/n) just nodded, grateful for anything at all. The closest she had ever been to any kind of military operation was hearing Frank tell stories of his time on the battlefield. She knew aircraft carriers were big, but setting foot on one was an entirely different story. It was immediately overwhelming. Stepping off the ramp, (Y/n) stood in awe for a moment. 

“Isn’t she a beaut?” Harper clapped a hand on her shoulder, not roughly but less gently than David had. 

“It’s so big.”

“That’s wha-” David whacked Harper across the chest.

(Y/n) chose to ignore him. Waiting to fall in step behind the two men. It was so incredibly busy on the carrier. People were moving every which way, much like back at the vault. It was fascinating to watch them go. It was like a colony of ants; Too much movement to perceive all at once, but each person moved with a purpose. They all had a goal in mind. Not one of them was wandering aimlessly. It was very different from the kind of busy of a shopping mall.

(Y/n) followed in behind the soldiers, the three of them moving towards two other men who were walking calmly towards them. They met in the middle, standing toe to toe. She was suddenly aware of how much taller than her they all were.

“(Y/n) (L/n), this is Admiral Tommy Briggs.” David gestured between them. “Admiral, this is the young lady we told you about.”

(Y/n) quirks an eyebrow at that. David was only a year or two older than her, wasn’t he? 

“Hello, Miss (L/n).” Briggs smiled, nodding curtly at her. “We’ll do our best to accommodate you during your stay.”

“If I may ask,” She started, nervously. “Why am I here, specifically? Shouldn’t I be put in some kind of witness protection or something?”

Briggs took a deep breath, though his overall demeanor told her he expected this question. It filled her with dread.

“I’m afraid it’s a bit more complicated than that.” He told her, turning to walk back the way he had come from. (Y/n) got the memo, quickly falling into step beside the man. “Raul Menendez is a very dangerous man. The fact that he has eyes on you puts you in grave danger.”

“There’s nothing special about me, though.” (Y/n) laughs, but it’s more from nerves than anything. “I’m just a caregiver in a retirement home.”

“Unfortunately, it’s not about you, but rather who you’re friends with,” Briggs responded. “Menendez has a vendetta against Frank Woods. And he has a history of harming people Woods is fond of. That includes you.”

Even though she knows the situation is grave, hearing someone point out the obvious- that Frank Woods is fond of her- fills (Y/n) with pride. She loved that old man, very dearly. 

“That’s why it’s important we keep you close right now,” David said, trailing just behind her. “Frank wouldn’t want anything to happen to you.”

And then she understands. David asked for this, for his uncle's sake, just as much as hers.

The men lead her down into the interior, immediately launching into a conversation she didn’t quite understand. A minute or two in, she began to grow suspicious they were using code. Honestly, that was fine. (Y/n) may not have met David before today, but she had heard a lot about him. And she would trust Frank Woods with her life (to a degree. He was still an old man in a wheelchair). She chose to trust that David Mason would have her best interests in mind.

“(L/n)! With me.” The unnamed man who walked up with Briggs calls her over as he comes to a stop. (Y/n) ducks out of the crowd of men, standing off to the side of a foreign hallway with him. 

“Javier Salazar,” He introduced himself. “I’m gonna take you to where you’ll be staying.”

“Alright. Thank you.”

“Don’t worry about it.” He leads her down a different hallway, to a flight of stairs, and it flashes through her mind that if she tried to navigate this carrier on her own she’d definitely get lost. The halls of the vault were just as guilty when it came to being blank and repetitive, but she had been there for so long that she knew the place like the back of her hand. The Obama is an entirely new and foreign place. The hallways looked the same and she had no clue which direction was which. Not to mention it was a ship. It moves. 

“Am I just gonna have to… stay in my spot or?” (Y/n) felt stupid for asking, but she was genuinely unsure. This was an unconventional situation.

“I don’t know,” Salazar spoke honestly. “I think Section’s gonna be lookin’ after you personally. I would recommend having someone with you at all times, just so you don’t get lost or wander into the wrong place. I’m sure he’ll handle that.”

“Alright.” (Y/n)’s face burned red. So he was aware she was already confused? If he asked her to go back the way they came right now, she’d never be able to. Then again, what could they expect from her?

“Here we go!” Salazar opened a door to the room. It looked like some kind of small office space, but the desks and equipment had been moved out, and a bunk placed instead. The only light in the room was a single dim lamp by the door. It was tiny and barren, yet somehow (Y/n) didn’t mind. “It’s no five-star hotel, but, you know.”

“It’s great. Really, it’ll do nicely. I’m just grateful you all are going this far to help me.”

“You can thank Section for that. Speaking of, I’ve got some stuff I gotta do, but he should be here to grab you in a bit. I’ll leave you to settle in.”

Salazar left the room, and (Y/n) moved the whole three steps to get over to the bunk. Brushing her hands slowly on her pants, she sighed. Settled in. Right. She didn’t even pick her bag up off the floor of Frank’s room back at the vault. She quite literally had nothing but the clothes on her back right now. 

With another, even deeper sigh, She let her mind wander to Frank. While (Y/n) did have a few gal pals around her age that she was friendly with, the only person that she felt connected to was Frank Woods. He would often tell her stories about his life. His time spent fighting, often alongside his best friend. He’d tell her about raising said best friend’s son as if he was his own. In return, he’d ask her about her day, and if she had anything to complain about, he’d throw in his own opinion, which was often crass and caused (Y/n) to laugh. He was the only person she would talk in depth to, and she enjoyed every moment of it. The idea of not seeing him for a while felt truly saddening, though it paled in comparison to the realization that this dangerous man who had forced her into hiding had been standing face-to-face with Frank right after she left him. She couldn’t bear to think of what he could’ve done to the man then. 

Shaking her head, (Y/n) sat on the bed, smoothing down the sheets beside her. She couldn’t spend time on the what-ifs. Frank was staying at the vault, though now with heightened security via the military. She was here, where that Menedez guy couldn't possibly touch her. 

She just had to wait here until they caught the man.

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“So, how long has Menendez been active?”

“Uhh, 1972, I think.” David’s brow furrowed in thought as he spooned more food into his mouth. “But he wasn’t really on the radar until 1986.”

(Y/n)’s face fell at that. She looked down at her tray of horribly bland-looking food. “Oh. That’s… a bummer.” She was gonna be stuck here for a while, wasn’t she?

Before she could ask David any more questions (which there had been a lot of), Harper sat down beside him with a loud sigh. 

“It is dinner time!” He cheered triumphantly. “How’s our little damsel in distress hangin’ on?”

“I’m, uh, certainly hanging in there, that’s for sure.”

“We’re supposed to be getting some supplies for you soon,” David spoke up as if he just remembered. “We’ll need your clothing sizes and such.”

“Okay, cool. Thanks.” She mouths another sad spoonful of tasteless potatoes. That seems to be all she’s done since she got here: ask questions and say thank you. As much as she genuinely means it, (Y/n) is growing tired of saying it. And she’s sure the men are tired of hearing it.

“And if there’s anything specific you want or need, let me know. I’ll try to get whatever I can, within reason.”

“Thank you.” She repeated, growing tired of her own voice.

“How come you never get me anything, Section?” Harper practically pouts, already nearly done with his plate. (Y/n)’s barely touched hers. 

“You know damn well why.” The two men start bickering in good fun, and (Y/n) feels herself zoning out. She absent-mindedly continued to eat her food, occasionally hearing something that caught her attention for a moment or two. After a while, it seemed the men were done.

“See ya tomorrow, girly.”

“Bye, Harper.” She waved politely.

“Ah, you can call me Mike, sweetheart.” He winks at her before David shoves him away with a “yeah, yeah.”

“Ignore him.” David stands as well, stretching before picking up his tray. “You ready?”

(Y/n) nodded, shoveling the last bite or two of food into her mouth and standing as well. They go to leave their trays where they belong, and (Y/n) wonders what's happening next. Her heart sinks as she realizes it’s probably just back to the room for her. It would seem her reaction was at least partly visible because David looked at her for a moment.

“You like to work out?” The question throws her off guard, and she whips to look at the man quickly. He raises his hands in surrender. “I’m not, like, trying to come onto you, I swear. I just thought maybe you’d like to use the gym. You know, give ya something to do.”

“Hmm.” She considers it for a moment, but using a gym where the only other patrons would be strange men… strange military men. “I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll pass for now.”

“Alright.” David nods, looking away from her as fast as possible. It almost makes her laugh.

“So, I have one last round of questions for the day.”

“Go ahead, I’m all ears.” (Y/n) is grateful for the lack of annoyance in his tone.

“Frank raised you since you were like… what seven?”

“Yeah, about.”

“How did you end up like.. This?” She gestures to him vaguely.

“What, you mean not a complete asshole like him?” David jokes.

“Yeah, exactly! And I mean it with all the love in the world for Frank.”

David chuckles at that. “I’m not so sure of that myself. But you know what they say, never look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“Fair enough.” (Y/n) laughed softly as well, falling into a comfortable silence next to him as they finished the route back to where she was staying. 

“And here’s your stop.” He states, standing next to her door. She moves a hand to open it but hesitates.

“I know I’ve been saying it a lot, but thank you, David. I know all of this was your doing, and I really am grateful you’d jump through so many hoops to keep me alive. Especially considering we’ve never met before.”

“Don’t stress it.” He looked away, almost shyly. “Frank spoke very highly of you every time I visited. Honestly, I was always kind of hoping I’d get to meet you.”

That came as a surprise to (Y/n). Frank had been trying to coax her into meeting David for years, but it was always so obvious he had wanted to set them up together. The thought of it kinda pushed away any desire to meet David, just out of pure awkwardness. Now that they had met, though, in rather unfortunate circumstances, (Y/n) was kicking herself for pushing it off for so long. David really did seem just as nice as Frank had told her. 

“Well, I’m glad it finally happened.” She smiled.

“Yeah, em too.” David smiled down at her. Neither person moved for six… ten… fifteen seconds. Then, as if realizing he was just staring, David had a start. He cleared his throat, and (Y/n) felt herself leaning away as her face grew warmer. “Have a good night, (Y/n).”

“You too.” She opened the door, shutting it behind her as she entered. Quickly, she moved to flop down onto the bed.

Damn you, Frank. You were right all along, weren’t you?

[cornerdreams-txt]

This transmission may be recorded for log-keeping purposes. Thank you for understanding!

[Admr. Briggs] Doc Johnson.

[Hm. Johnson] Admiral Briggs. How's your leg?

[Admr. Briggs] It's fine. I'm here to report a concern of JSOC's to you, not a concern for myself.

[Hm. Johnson] Oh, I see.

[Hm. Johnson] Who is the concern about?

[Admr. Briggs] Commander David Mason. Section.

[Hm. Johnson] (sighs) Another mark on his record. He's already on bedrest after Haiti, what now?

[Admr. Briggs] I've had multiple of his squad report to me, starting after June nineteenth, that he's been behaving strangely.

[Hm. Johnson] Details, please, Admiral.

[Admr. Briggs] They've been reporting that he's... abnormally distracted. He keeps looking specifically to the right, supposedly, and very frequently. Never for long, but frequently enough that apparently, it's noticeable.

[Hm. Johnson] ...Admiral, just to be clear, June nineteenth? As in the day he captured Raul Menendez?

[Admr. Briggs] Yes.

[Hm. Johnson] ...Admiral Briggs. That is... also the date of death for Master Chief Petty Officer Mike Harper.

[Admr. Briggs] ....son of a bitch.

End of transmission.

[mikewheelerisaboyliker]

GUYS. i cannot make this shit up im SQUEALING rn.

never paid attention to myers briggs personality but am taking a psych class that had an assignment for it... which led to me finding out

IM AN ENFJ (just like Mike who i resonate with SFM)

but more importantly. the girl i’ve been really into IS AN INFP (just like WILL!!!!!)

literally lesbian byler…

stfu i will never get over this

[golden1u5t]

I’m gonna try to start back being active on here but i want to start writing for some of the characters on Graceland. idk if any of you have watched it but if you have then lmk if you would read it if i started writing for them.

[serenuum]

im sure its been pointed a hundred times already but still

some time ago me and @csyacsyacsya were talking about this scene and especially the colors in this scene and uh. this is the only i think scene where mike wears a bright colored tshirt— his usual palette is white/gray/black and dark colors like dark blue and dark green, but here. heres that bright shirt among the black&white outfits the others wear that reflects mikes mental state, how hes losing his mind after everything happened and how hes being on the edge, and the way he smiles like what the fuck?? mike doesnt smile like this. this nervousness in his moves, this like forced hysterical smile. what the fuck

and also the next to normal vibes? ugh

and also did i just make a whole ass gifset just to talk about the color if his tshirt? yea i did

[urjustaguyonahorse]

starting season 2 of graceland is tell me IS THERE A REASON THIS FAMILY IS UN-FOUNDING ITSELF

[aceofwhump]

Graceland 3x08

A/N: This is still my absolute favorite scene in all of Graceland and probably my all time favorite whump scene. It's just so damn good. But this was the hardest scene I've ever subtitled i swear to god. There are so many people talking all at once and I'm fairly sure I got some of them wrong but I don't even care anymore. And because these subtitles are crazy here's a quick guide. White is Johnny, yellow is Briggs, teal is Charlie, red is Paige, and green is Jakes.

[gingerpeachtea]

graceland, s3e8 savior complex // ivan the terrible and his son ivan, ilya repin

[statisticalbread]

i am the adhd final boss

[comewhatmayy]

hey everyone!! been working really hard on chapter 4 of waves and whispers 💕 hope you enjoy!!

waves and whispers chapter 4

[ajthembtinerd412]

Stranger Things: Max Mayfield: ISTP 6w5

Myers Briggs: ISTP

Ti: Max is very analytical. She understands how things work in the world around her, and applies that logical understanding to the Upside Down. She quickly figures out how Vecna’s curse works based on the files she reads, and despite not being a “nerd” like her friends, often surprises them with logical insights. She makes logical, impartial decisions, even risking her life selflessly, because she knows it is the best course of action. She always argues based on logic as opposed to emotion when convincing her friends of her point, even in emotionally charged situations. She’s good at “hacking” different aspects of the Upside Down with her Ti- like using the Sauna Test on Billy when he’s possessed by the Mind Flayer.

Se: Max is very impulsive and trusts her gut. She lives in the moment, pursuing what she wants and not thinking about future repercussions, like when she takes Jane to the mall in Season Three. She does, however, fall into a Ti- Ni loop in Season Four, not living in the moment and withdrawing inward. She is very physically active and enjoys skateboarding. She is practical and more interested in the immediate world than her “nerdy” friends, preferring to improvise than to learn the theoretical explanations of the Upside Down.

Ni: Max likes to develop a plan before leaping into action. She uses her internal logic to assess the situation first, then formulates a plan using those same Ti hacks. She’s good at laying out a detailed plan for how to solve any Upside Down related problem, coming up with clever, creative solutions. She is intuitive about the Upside Down and good at drawing conclusions from the available information about Vecna’s plan.

Fe: Max is selfless and willing to sacrifice herself to save her friends and the world. She doesn’t find it easy to open up to people, especially after the trauma she experiences, but finds it helpful to work through her emotions with Lucas when she feels ready. In season two, she is hurt when her friends don’t tell her things about the Upside Down, because she wants to feel part of the group. She wants to be on the same page as her friends, and is upfront about her feelings in order to do so.

Enneagram: cp6w5

Max values her friendships above everything. She tries hard to be accepted by her friends, and is always loyal to them even when it’s difficult. She faces issues head on, looking to solve problems with the help of her friends rather than running in the opposite direction. She is cautious and likes to gather data before making a decision, using knowledge to help her solve problems.

[purewhitewolf]

Kink rating: Smothering with big pecs

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