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pinkslaystation · 1 year ago

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Ghost of A Connection

Ghost and Staff!Reader

In which you work at the nearest store at base, Ghost being your least favourite and unfortunately, most frequent, customer. Is there a connection there, or is it in his head? yALL - all these COD stories on tumblr got me hyped! So here I am tryna catch some clout ;) Be warned, this is possibly a very inaccurate version of military life, but then again, it's just a story. Word Count: 2.5k

Man, post-graduate life is hard.

Graduating top of your cohort of nearly 300 students in your masters degree within Psychology was impressive. Saving enough money from shadowing your senior Psychology professor and moving out to your apartment was impressive. Owing your own car was impressive.

What wasn't impressive though, was nearly hitting the 6 month mark of unemployment.

So here you are, stuck calling all your classmates for any open roles. You're so desperate at this point, you'd go for anything!

"Hey, Mahir! I know we didn't quite end of good terms...um-you know...when you asked for the mid-terms answers last year, and I- um...left you on delivered, and you had to retake the exams...but um, I hear you started working at the University as a Researcher and you're looking for a assistant? Well gee, don't forget how smart I a-"

Disconnected.

"Yooo, Josephine, it's me! From the Psychopathology group project! Yeah, I'm sorry I shouted at you for not doing your part on the project, and filing a complaint against you, haha...although, like, come on, it's your fault - you're 25, not a 5 year old bab-"

Blocked.

Wow. You were not liked.

So one evening, when you were on the phone to your childhood friend, Jordan Biggs, and had managed to slip out how desperately broke you were, he kindly offered a potential role at his workplace.

"Shop keeper? What, like a convenience store?" Remind me where you work again? Aren't you in the navy? What stores are you talking about?" You rambled, I mean a possible job - finally?!

On the line, Jordan chuckles, "Slow your roll, man. I've been been with the army for around 3 years now, I'm currently on a mission but we'll be home soon. Our base has a shop, that sells, you know, tactical gear-"

"GUNS?!" You interrupted.

Jordan laughs, then in shushed by, what you assume to be his teammate, "No, not any weapons. Just, tactical gear, MREs, bits and pieces of uniform. Sometimes you might be asked to clean the base, set up rooms for meetings. And ooh my favourite - work at the canteen. We serve the country, you serve us food." Jordan explains.

So you complied.

I mean, yeah, your degree isn't being utilised, but we're in a cost of living crisis, for Christ's sake.

And here you are, clad in a plain dark grey fleece, and straight black trousers, trying to look as professional as possible.

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Your first day was silent. You found that you lived only 30 minutes away from the base, so you didn't struggle with the early shifts, working almost full days at the base, with a surprising decent salary.

You learnt you had replaced the previous worker, Katherine, a grumpy senior who quit, being fed up with the stench of these sweaty unkempt soldiers, and their rowdy behaviour after missions.

You also met your staff at the base, being the youngest one there gave you no surprise, with most your colleagues being double your age. You liked it. It was quiet, having met a few of the soldiers.

Your role was relatively simple. Consisting of various tasks such as ordering enough food to satisfy the recruits, more training equipment, when a recruit seemed to damage one. All in all, you were satisfied, especially when the first pay day rolled in.

You also noted that your colleagues, without fail, always seem to talk about a specific group of soldiers, such as Friday evening, when you all found yourself eating an early dinner.

"Soap is so sweet! He's always so generous when we talks to me, although I can't lie, I don't know what the fuck he says half the time." Your colleague rambles, shoving a spoon full of Friday's roast dinner into his mouth.

Another agreed, "Nothing beats the dilf of a man - Captain John Price. I may be chewing steak but that ain't the meat I want in my mouth, if you get what I mean-"

You choked, "Margaret, you're married with grand-kids, lord."

After a quiet but much needed conversation, you learnt about the most well-known team within the base, Task Force One-Four-One, lead by Captain John Price, forming of Johnny 'Soap' Mactavish, Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick, and the one you were most curious about - Simon 'Ghost' Riley.

"But like, why Ghost? If he's close to this Soap dude, why not call yourself Shampoo or something?"

Your colleagues laughed at your naivety glancing at each other.

"My dear, I don't dare to call him anything other than Lieutenant. He's entered a 10 metre radius of mine, and I've already pissed myself." One stated.

"I've heard he threatened to attack Katherine, just because she overcharged him, long story short, she quit." Another replied.

It seemed you didn't understand how feared Ghost really was...

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By the time you all had finished dinner, the staff split up, some going back to the canteen to prepare dinners for the soldiers finishing training, some going to clean up the barracks, and you found yourself going back to your designated shop.

Aah, this is peaceful. You mumbled, drinking your hot chocolate, whilst sorting out all the army boots on display.

As the clock strikes 10 p.m. though, the silence is broken and you hear a stampede of soldiers, once you assume had come back from a month long mission. The majority of them, from what you'd heard, sprinted to the canteen to rid themselves of their strictly MRE diet, and finally eat some home cooked food, whilst others ran off to their freshly cleaned barracks to get some well-deserved sleep.

Your little shop also seemed to be quite busy, a long queue waiting to buy water bottles, bandages, blankets, you name it. From nearby chatter from the tired soldiers, it seems most of the teams had arrived back from Afghanistan, a successful mission with no death and a few minor injuries.

An hour goes by and the queue dies down to around 6 people, with one at the till: Jordan.

"So a water bottle, that would be £1.50, payin- my God, Jordan?" You smiled, getting in front of the counter and pulling into a hug. He smelt like dusty and you joked that 1 bottle of water wouldn't suffice to rinse him of the smell.

"I haven't seen you in forever, it's been like 6 months? How's the job been treating you?" He enquiries, placing a kiss against your forehead. By now, the nearly empty shop turns to face the both of you, many assuming the situation to be a couple reuniting.

You and Jordan continue to catch up on everything - his mission, your job...Margaret's obsession with which positions she can take Captain Price in...

"Bro, she was going so in depth into the many ways she can contort her waist for, what she calls, the Price penis?!" You pull your most fake-disgusted face, as Jordan cackles loudly.

But his laugh falls short as a deep scruffy voice interrupts him-

"The only thing being wasted right now, is my time. Hurry the fuck up and pay for your shit. You act like we have all the time in the fucking world."

You jump slightly at the harsh words, although this is a military base, you should be used to this foul language.

"My guy, she said waist, not waste-" Jordan begins, before straightening his back and realising who he was talking to.

He turns around to face the man's voice, his back now turned to you, obstructing your view of the unknown soldier.

"Lie-Lieutenant. My apologies! Lemme grab this water and get out of your way," Jordan nervously chuckles, you can't see who he's talking to, but you can tell this was a man of higher authority, given how Jordan stutters. "Ooh, I see what you wanted to buy! Gloves, nice, socks, cool, Coc-Coco pops?!"

"My fucking God Biggs, the only thing big about you is your stupidity and your pussy attitude, grab your shit and go. Stop holding the fucking line, mate." The male's British accent is so prominent with every word enunciated, and you wish to never run into this stranger again.

"Sir!" Jordan turns to you, handing you a fiver and awkwardly side hugging you, "Have fun with this jerk wad." He whispers into your hair, before running out the shop, his water bottle still on the counter.

"Jordan your bottle-"

Holy shit.

After Jordan moves, your eyes feast before you, revealing a godly 225 lb man, standing at an impressive 1.89 metres, dressed in his dark and intimidating casual attire, his face hidden behind a skeleton mask, his piercing eyes squinted and penetrating into your shorter frame, his biceps bulging out of his sweatshirt, his shoulders broad, his trousers failing to hold his impressive bulg-

"Are you going to continue gawking at me like a fuckin' donkey or should I not pay for this shit?" He huffs out in disappointment.

Rude. Plain rude. Sexy...but rude.

Now you know why Jordan couldn't move a muscle when faced with this guy. Putting 2 to 2 together, you clocked. The way other soldiers left the shop as he entered. The way one look from him gets them to shut up so quickly. The skeleton mask-

This is Ghost.

"We- I- Um-" What the hell? Why can't you form a damn sentence?

"I- I- I don't give a damn. My shit, here." He mocks you, slamming his items on the counter. By now, the other customers have scurried off in fear. It's now you and Ghost in the shop.

You nod, humming a yes, eyebrows furrowing at his unkind words.

The next few moments are followed by near silence, the only sounds being the scanning of the items and your quickening breath. His foot begins tapping rapidly, as sign that you're taking to long.

It's uncomfortabl-

"The old hag before you's gone then."

Yes, Ghost, she is. And if you keep acting like this, I will be too. You grunt a response, unable to find the right words.

"£28.50" You say curtly, after a while. He hums in response, pulling his wallet to pay.

You watch him nervously, you did not expect to see one of the most respected soldiers in front of you so soon. Someone so handsome, someone so fucking sexy, but someone so fucking bitchy...

Oh. You said that last bit out loud.

Ghost pauses his actions, his head slowly craning upwards, his gaze drinking you in.

Your eyes meet his, quickly looking back at the counter, unable to meet his furrowed but amused glare.

"'m so bitchy, but you seem to love it, sweetheart. So red, like you're fucking in love with me or something." He scowls, slapping a £20 note on the counter.

"Maybe next time stopping droolin' over other men when you have your own cunt of a boyfriend." He mutters, before taking his shit and leaving. You don't fail to catch the smirk in his voice, as he exits your shop, loud footsteps booming behind him.

Oh my god.

You were at a loss of words. You were also at a loss of £8.50.

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"Jordy, you don't fuckin' get it! Dickhead left the place, without paying the full fucking price, mind you." Frustration was evident in your voice.

"Bitchy and broke," Jordan snickers.

"And the audacity to call you my boyfriend? Bye." You huff in annoyance, whilst Jordan chokes on his spit. If anything, he was a like a brother to you!

A week has gone by since that first encounter and your conversations with Jordan at the shop, when he passes by, always seem to end up at the topic of Ghost. The way he glares at you as you walk past him in the corridors. The way he sees you struggling when you carry boxes upon boxes- oh he won't help you, by the way. When you ask, he simply scoffs, "You're getting paid and you don't even want to do your job?"

Since that day, you've met all of the Task Force members. Price was as Margaret mentioned, sexy. Soap, comical, Gaz, kind-hearted, Ghost...yeah, he's there.

"But you don't get it man, he's so big- like over 6 foot! And those eyes- man those eyes. So condescending...but so hot..." you continue.

"Damn Margaret wannabe, we get it." Jordan jokes, drinking his can coke - which he didn't pay for. You'll tell him later.

As you both converse, loud footsteps enter the store.

Ghost. Again.

Did I mention he's been in here every day since the first time?

8 a.m. sharp, the moment you clock in for your shift, and 10 p.m. on the dot. Fucker's so annoying, he'll stay around the shopfloor, lazily looking at the various protein bars, even after you state the shop is already 10 minutes past closing.

But you don't mind. His silently stares at you, as if trying to remember the exact location of every beauty spot on your face, the consequent reddening of your cheeks, the slight touches of his rough callous fingers brushing against your own. All this unspoken tension, leads to your every thought being consumed by Simon Riley.

And when he enters the shop, wow. Buys the most random unnecessary shit ever. You notice how he walks in and purchases his singular Coco Pops cereal bar, day after day. This man isn't sick of them?

I mean, come o-

"Your obsession with me is flattering." He states.

Oh, forgot to mention, he's still an asshole. But at least after rehearsing to yourself in the mirror, you can actually speak up for yourself.

"Guh- buh- we- u-" Fuck's sake.

But he actually laughs this time. A loud imploding chuckle exits his mouth, and you actually smile a little at this unfamiliar emotion.

You can't tell what his face is doing under the mask, but his voice suggests a small smile rests on his face, but it soon disappears before he coughs awkwardly.

"Your boyfriend's in the infirmary by the way." He looks away, emphasising boyfriend a little too roughly.

You stare in confusion. Boyfriend? He picks up on this.

"Biggs. Rolled his ankle or some shit. Dunno why he can't just man it up. I've had worse injuries." He mumbles, smiling under his mark slightly, assuming Jordan isn't in fact your boyfriend.

Your eyes widen, "Jordy? Wha-who-how?"

"He-" But before he can answer your question, you're running out the shop to the infirmary, stealing a snack from the shelf for Jordan.

You fail to notice that you'd left a dejected Ghost at the counter, who'd picked up 2 coco pops instead of 1 this time, his smile faltering, as he planned to give you the 2nd, as a token of apology for his impolite behaviour.

In the end, he realised he'd been holding onto a ghost of a connection, overshadowed by the presence of another man.

He winces, being left alone at the till, hoping to actually strike up a conversation with you, as he gathers his (unpaid) belongings and walks out the door, off to shout at any rando that dares get in his way.

yALL its 2.30 a.m. and i'm craving coco pops-

#ghost angst #simon riley #call of duty #task force 141 #simon riley angst #simon riley fluff #cod #john price #ghost

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katz-chow · 1 year ago

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im a ghost girlie but my love for soap is literally incomprehensible and i have this headcanon where its ghost x reader but soap third wheels all the time and its not like in a mean way at all, they’re just a trio that is basically inseparable. i also hc that they make so many jokes about being a throuple to the point where its not rlly a joke anymore lmao. anyway, this is all to ask if you’ll write some headcanons about that dynamic. fluff ofc! if u feel comfortable writing a little bit of poly soap x reader x ghost, i’d be very gracious 🙏🏽 but no pressure!

soap, simon, and the not-so-single parent

warnings: gn!reader, ghost x reader, soap x platonic!reader, my interpretation of ghost & soap, domesticity, fluff, johnny being johnny, simon being simon, reader being the concerned parent, third-wheel soap

a/n: this shit be on my mind constantly that johnny just loves to annoy and thirdwheel reader & simon. some of this is inspired by irl stuff. i'm not really into a poly triangle personally and i just can't imagine them, especially simon, to be okay with it, sorry!

humble beginnings

johnny didn't find out that simon had a romantic partner until you two reached past your 1 year anniversary. it happened by pretty much chance too, here's how that went: simon forgot a file, you were off of work, you drove to base, you dropped off said file using your dependent clearance, he kissed your cheek goodbye right in the doorway of his office (masked), johnny turned the corner, and as simon pulled away, you looked at johnny who was desperately trying to seem busy on his phone as he walked away hurriedly. he was on the calculator app. simon and you gave each other a look and he nodded, knowing that you've been wanting to meet the colorful coworkers (and his closest friends) for a while now. you called him over, soap, as you've remembered, not everyday you see a mohawk. johnny freezes and turned around to see you beckoning him back to the frame of the office, and simon with his arms crossed, staring a bit annoyed actually. he was chill when you two introduced each other, not wanting to embarrass himself. his eyes lit up though, when he heard you invite him over for dinner. "lovie..." simon started out, a gentle hand on your back. you hit his chest with the back of your head playfully, "no, no, this will be good for us. first diner party in our new house" "HOUSE? HOW LONG HAVE YOU HAD SOMEONE" he wanted to scream at simon's face, what came out however was a "i dinnae want to be a bother to you both" you insisted and he felt bad (but also curious), so dinner it was. simon took off his mask to please you and well, it was the comfort of his home. he rolled his eyes as johnny quipped that he certainly was "quite the opposite". from that day forward, it was the three of you against...manchester i guess?

children, the both of them

johnny tags along whenever you two are running errands on leave or on off days when they're both stationed at home. sometimes it's just you and him, or him and simon, or all three of yall. it started with a "we're having brunch, wanna join?" and now it's more like "we're going to the zoo, 9 am, get there" they make up the weirdest challenges and it feels like you're babysitting them both. simon, doesn't see it, he's a grown adult man, he's not silly. johnny says it's just in his nature like how it's natural that wombats poop in cubes (he walked ahead to read that tidbit and walked back to regurgitate it back at the two of you). challenges include: simon and johnny getting into a long debate about which is better, the smoked salmon crepes or the chocolate crepes, and when they mix them together, who can eat it all without puking? who can get to the butterfly sanctuary the fastest without running? who can find your favorite fish in the 30,000 gallon (113562.35 liter) fish tank WHILE holding their breath as if they were swimming in the water johnny telling you that his jokes are the best, simon butting in and using the "i'm your boyfriend, surely my jokes are better" card. you wanted to throw them both out of the car as they kept going back and forth with the most stupidest, tasteless, dad jokes ever. johnny saying he can drive better than simon. simon saying he can fly a broken helicopter and land safely. you're in the driver's seat. simon quipped that he would be a good artist compared to this shit's canvas (picasso) and johnny saying that his cat can paint better. simon said dogs can do it better. johnny said- you get the idea simon threw up after the 8th time on a rollercoaster. johnny threw up on the 9th. you, however, went through a nice scenic boat ride :)

quiet mornings

you three are closer than yall think. whenever they're both away, you always miss the noise they bring in the kitchen, trying to figure out how to make muffins or...popcorn. the three of you doing the daily wordle, crossword, and sudoku. "what's c for?" "c4 is an explosive, bonnie" "no johnny, what does C STAND FOR? fucking idiot..." mornings when you both are expecting johnny are never quiet, especially when he announces that he's there by knocking on the front door and saying "it's johnny!" when someone opens it. even when he's not there, you can at least hear simon's almost silent breaths if it wasn't for how close you two were. you miss them when they have to leave, you know it can't be forever, but damnit you missed the buzzing of them both. you don't miss, however, johnny and simon playing drunk monopoly.

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readyforthegarden · 2 months ago

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When the Nightingale Sings - Part Eight

Pairing: Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Synopsis:Medieval AU! In a world where noble alliances dictate futures, you have been betrothed to Prince Emers, a man you barely know and certainly don’t love. As you travel towards the royal palace for your impending wedding, your journey is upended, causing you to run straight into a kind, lonesome hunter. With no choice but to trust him, you embark on a journey together towards the nearest village, navigating through the forest and it’s perils. As the solace you find in his companionship builds will you choose to honor your duty, or will you abandon everything you’ve ever know to follow your heart?

WC: 5742

Warnings: drinking, angst, cursing, smut (oral f!receiving unprotected sex (hey it's medieval times, they didn't have condoms but YOU do, so wrap it up folks))

A/N: hi everyone! thanks so much for your patience with this chapter, i just wanted to make sure this update is everything i can make it. also i just want to say we're suspending historical fact and there was modern slow dancing in medieval times okay this is MY world i'm building lmao. anywho i hope yall enjoy!!!

When you arrived at the tavern, it was bustling. Fiora and Jake were weaving in between tables filled with men drinking and loudly talking. Baskets of bread and mugs of ale were moving faster than you’d ever seen before. You ran towards the kitchens, following a flustered Fiora.

“Is something happening?” without thinking you reached for the apron you used in the kitchens, tying it around your waist. You followed her pointing finger to the loaves of bread, piping hot from the oven, and began slicing them.

“A hunting party is stopping through for the night!” Fiora called over her shoulder, stirring up the large pot of stew ladling out bowls of it. “It’s going to be a bit loud and busy, think you can keep up?”

“I can try!” you called back, feeling the buzz of excitement from her energy. Your fingers were stinging from the hot crust of the bread but you cut as fast and neatly as you could, loading the steaming slices into baskets. Once full, you followed Fiora, placing them on tables and taking the empty baskets back to the kitchen to refill.

Your afternoon was a flurry of serving tables, and you finally found a break, dipping behind the bar where Jake and Danny had been pouring ale in a near-constant stream.

“I feel like I haven’t seen you all day!” Danny grinned, glancing up at you. He paused, taking you in. “Did you get new clothes?”

“I went to Josh’s this morning to check on my gown.” you smiled. “He’d made these for me too,” before you could stop yourself, you spun to show him the full outfit. Danny smiled as you stopped, smoothing down your apron and dress. His hand raised, moving behind your head and to the ribbon Josh had pinned to the base of your braided crown.

“This blue,” he glanced back at you, his fingers rubbing the ribbons material between them. “It’s my favorite.”

“It is?” your breath caught in your throat, heart fluttering at the information.

“Yes,” he nodded. Stepping back, he let go of the ribbon, and took in the full outfit. “Josh is a talented man.”

“I’ll be sure to pass on your compliments.” you blushed. Danny swallowed down more praise, taking in the vision of you dressed in his favorite color, the pink blush heating your face complimenting it so well. Yes, Josh was indeed talented in his craft, and even more so in sending messages with his threads. The only thing more perfect could have been forget-me-nots to match and braided into your hair. The two of you just looked at each other for a few moments, stalled in an awkward pause. Both of you wanting to say more but knowing nothing could come of the words. Your name was called and you turned to Fiora, who was beckoning you over to help with the tables.

“I should get back to helping Fiora,” you smiled up at Danny. He nodded and you stepped back, but stalled. “Do you think we could talk later? There’s something I wish to tell you.”

“Of course,” the words tumbled from Danny’s mouth before you finished your sentence. With one last smile, you turned, whisking off in a light blue streak to aid your friend.

Danny’s heart couldn’t return to its calm pace from before, the mystery of what you wanted to tell him beginning to drive him up the wall. In his heart he knew it would be something small, but part of him fantasized you were going to confess that you felt for him how he felt for you, and that you wanted to run away back to his cottage with him. His mind swam with his cottage being a home teeming with life again, you and him, and maybe a few babes when the both of you were settled. His heart ached, the want of this future weighing heavily in his body.

Through the rest of the day, his eyes found you, wherever you were in the sea of hunters. It was hard not to be drawn to you, a bright color amongst the sea of dark furs and light brown animal skins that adorned the men. And you were brighter yet as the sun set in the mid-afternoon and the candles in the tavern were lit, the large fire roaring in the fireplace.

“Admiring my work, eh?” Josh was leaning against the bar where Danny continued to help pour libations. The older man had to shout over the din of the crowd, and the small troubadour band that had made its way inside. Danny blinked a few times before drawing his eyes away from you, giving Josh a long glance. “What?”

“You knew what you were doing,” Danny shook his head. “That color?”

“I happened to get inspired by the gown,” Josh shrugged. “It suits her very well, if you ask me.”

“I didn’t.” Josh narrowed his eyes at Danny, teeming with frustration.

“I have never seen two people more in love with one another and yet refusing to acknowledge it.” He sighed as Danny rolled his eyes. “Even Jake and Fiora didn’t fight it this hard.”

“Jake and Fiora had a chance at a life together.” Danny shook his head. Josh’s mouth opened to respond when Sam approached, tossing an arm around him and grinning.

“I hear there’s a party and that the drinks are on the house for handsome men?” he winked at Fiora who was passing behind Danny.

“They are! Let me know when you see any handsome men, will you?” she smirked back as his jaw dropped, and he muttered under his breath something Josh glared at him for.

“You knew that was coming,” Danny chuckled, pouring Sam a pint of ale and sliding it to him. Sam gladly took the drink in his hand and took a large gulp of it, turning and scoping out the room.

“I don’t think I’ve seen the tavern this busy in years,” Sam mused, watching Jake talking with a table of hunters while Fiora set tables and you cleared them. The din of laughter and rowdy conversations filled the building for a few more hours before the hunters began to grow tired, their voices becoming softer and the troubadours playing became the focus. Danny was able to leave the bar, taking post at a table with Sam and Josh for a while, finally eating a meal of his own. He scarfed down the venison stew, tearing into the bread, not realizing how hungry he was.

“You’ve been flitting around this place all day, have you had a chance to sit?” Josh’s question piqued Danny’s interest. Josh’s hand was wrapped gently around your forearm, stopping you as you were passing by.

“If I sit down, I don’t think I’ll get back up,” you laughed, your voice tired. “And there’s still so much to do.”

“What about food? Have you eaten?” Sam gave you a look, one Danny furrowed his brow at.

“I’ve had some bread.” you answered as the band changed to a more mellow, slower song. Sam raised his stein to his lips and took another swig of his ale before standing up.

“Well if you insist on staying on your feet, then would you come dance with me?” Sam held out his hand and you faltered, looking around the room. “Come on, that dress deserves to be danced in.” Danny glanced between the two of you, the bite of stew in his mouth becoming heavy and unappetizing as he waited for your response. After one more glance around the room, you untied your apron strings and took it off, placing the cloth on the table and taking Sam’s hand, letting him lead you to a small opening of space near the large fireplace.

Danny watched as Sam led you in a dance, trying to ignore the burning jealousy he felt seeing Sam’s hand at your waist. Sniffing, Danny turned his head down to his bowl, shoving another spoonful of stew into his mouth. When he glanced back up, Jake had convinced Fiora to join you and Sam on the dancefloor, both of them swaying alongside you.

“Instead of looking positively green with envy, perhaps you should go cut in.” Josh was staring at Danny, unimpressed with the bitterness on the young man's face. Danny’s glare turned to Josh, who let it roll off his back. “You can glare at me all you wish, but it doesn’t make Sam stop dancing with her.”

“I will go and do it so you leave me alone,” Danny let his spoon drop into the bowl and got up from his seat, rolling his shoulders back and stomping towards the makeshift dance floor. His steps got lighter as he approached you and Sam, hearing your gentle laugh that eased his annoyance. “Do you mind if I cut in?”

“Not at all,” your smile was all he could focus on as Sam turned you towards him gently, and stepped away. Danny took his place, the feel of his hand on your waist and then your palm against his made his heart flutter. He tried not to notice as you half-stepped closer to him, swallowing down the smile.

“I bet you’ll sleep well tonight after running around so much.” Danny cleared his throat, filling the small silence between you.

“Oh god yes, I can’t wait to crawl into that bed.” you sighed. “I can practically hear it calling out to me like a siren.”

“You’ve been up for a long time, I swear I thought I heard you get up while it was still dark.” Danny laughed. Your smile faltered a bit, and you took a breath.

“Well, that’s actually what I wanted to talk to you about.” you swallowed roughly, your truth tugging at your vocal chords to hide away. “I’ve been keeping something from you, and I’m sorry.” Danny’s stomach clenched. His mind led him to start putting things together, Sam flirting with you when he met you, dancing with you. You accepted and played back with him. You were in love with Sam. Danny’s heart began cracking; yet another love lost to Samuel.

He should have expected it. Far more often than not, Sam’s charm, wit, and good looks won over the women in town. And if those didn’t work, him coming in fresh from smithing, muscles taught and the smell of fire on him would do the trick. It would fit that you too had also fallen to his allure.

“What is it?” Danny asked softly, bracing for the pain of your answer. You met his eyes and took a deep breath.

“The reason you think I’ve gotten up so early this morning is because I did. Most every morning, I am up before you and the sun, and I get dressed and…I go see Sam.” there it was. Danny closed his eyes, beginning to pull back from you. “It is nothing sordid, I promise! I have only asked him to teach me how to protect myself.”

“Protect yourself?” Danny’s eyebrows furrowed.

“To teach me to use a sword, to fight.” you explained further. “I didn’t tell you because…well I suppose I didn’t want you to see me as foolish.”

“I don’t think you are foolish at all for wanting to learn these things.” Danny shook his head at you, sad that you would think such a thing of him.

“Perhaps more that if you saw me fail while learning, you would laugh at me.” your cheeks burned bright from your admission. “I don’t wish to be something of ridicule to you.” Danny’s chest heaved a sigh as his hand left yours and cupped your cheek gently.

“I have never once thought of you in that way,” he assured you. The warmth of his hand made your eyes flutter shut, your body sagging a bit as you finally rested for a moment. His chuckle escaped him as he watched your face relax. “Though at this moment I fear you may make me eat my words.” Opening your eyes, you looked back up at him. “You’re tired, go up to bed.”

“No,” you shook your head, standing up right and removing your face from his palm. His hand felt cold almost instantly. “I need to stay and help Fiora and Jake clean up.” Danny shook his head.

“I will stay and help. You go on and rest.” Danny watched you begin to argue, but your tired body won out, and you used the last of your energy to climb the stairs to your room.

Danny kept his word, helping Jake and Fiora clean up in your place. He watched Sam and Josh leave, staggering off back to Josh’s for one last nightcap before bed. Only a few stragglers were left in the tavern when Fiora and Jake dismissed Danny, thanking him for his help.

He had expected you to be asleep, passed out in the bed and possibly snoring. However, you were standing by the mantle in only your nightdress, looking uncomfortable.

“Is something wrong?”

“Josh is wonderful, but I cannot figure out how he did these braids and I can’t sleep with them in. I can’t figure out how to undo them and they’re so tight!” Danny closed the door behind him and stepped further in the room. “Could you help me?”

“Of course.” Without another thought, he was standing behind you, tugging the bow on the ribbon and finding the pin it was secured with, and removing it. Already your scalp felt more relaxed. His fingertips found the end of a braid, and he turned to the table, grabbing his smaller knife and carefully cutting the thread Josh had used to secure it.

As Danny’s fingers unraveled your hair, your head tipped back, relishing in the comfort of his touch. A second braid was being unraveled and Danny, unable to help himself, let his fingers keep brushing through the soft waves, watching how your hair shone in the firelight.

A soft sigh floated from you as his fingertips passed over your scalp, and he let the fingers continue down behind your ear. He let one of his hands gently brace your waist, something you barely registered as the back of his other hand traveled down to your neck in a delicate caress, before brushing the hair back over your shoulder towards him, and exposing your collarbone.

He took his time exploring, gently tracing your bone to the hollow at the base of your throat. A shiver traveled down your spine as his fingertips ghosted the front of your throat, cradling your jaw and gently turning your face, to the point you had to turn around and face him.

Through heavy-lidded eyes you looked up at him, though it was no longer sleep that kept them that way. It was the feeling of temptation coating the air between the two of you, it was almost as if you’d partook in the bottle of whiskey again, but no. Your head was much clearer this time, and as Josh’s voice echoed in your mind, you agreed with him. What could be so bad about letting yourself love Danny? If just for one night?

“I have something else I have wanted to tell you,” you murmured, voice low and quiet as you stared into his hazel green eyes. The flecks of gold danced beautifully as he rubbed his thumb across your jaw.

“Yes?”

“That night, when I stitched you up, and we were talking by the fire,” you began, cheeks glowing pink. “And you were talking about how I needed someone to show me how love making could really feel?” Danny felt as if he could burst into flames at any moment.

“What about it?” your eyes dropped momentarily, staring at the tuft of coarse, dark hairs on his chest that peeked through the laces of his shirt. When you met his gaze again, the fire he felt inside himself was reflected in your eyes.

“What if I wanted that? What if I wanted…you to show me?” your question had his breath hitch in his throat. His blood was pumping loudly in his ears all of a sudden, his brain repeating the question you asked over and over again.

“Are you sure you want that?”

“I am.”

The fire crackled and popped in the heavy silence between yourself and Danny. His eyes left your face and trailed down your neck, his head bowing slightly as they traveled to your shoulder. His movement was slow, his hand coming to the base of your neck again and slowly sliding along the smooth skin of your shoulder until it met the small, ruffled sleeve of the nightdress you wore.

“Your skin,” he whispered, eyes still on your skin as his fingers pushed the sleeve over the round of your shoulder, down your arm, exposing more of yourself to him. “It glows so beautifully in the firelight.” His fingers trailed up and down the new expanse of skin available for him, slow and gentle. The calluses on his fingers were rough, but as they left a trail of goosebumps in their wake, you wanted nothing other than to feel them touch you everywhere, all over your body.

Danny’s other hand repeated his actions on your right shoulder, exploring and mapping every centimeter of your skin he could touch. Your eyelids fluttered shut, and you heard a small, quiet laugh rumble from his chest, and one of his large hands cupped your face, tilting your head up towards his.

“My darling,” his lips met yours in a soft but demanding kiss, one that made you trail after him when he pulled back. You slipped your arms through the sleeves, and let the nightdress fall, puddling around your feet. Your eyes never left Danny’s as his flitted all about your body, studying every inch of you before his arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you tight to him, his lips against yours. The kiss grew heated as his fingers gently dug into your skin, feeling you as much as he could. The feeling of his chest against yours lit you on fire, you found yourself nearly clawing at his shoulders to bring yourself closer and closer to him.

His hands flexed into the skin of your back as they traveled the expanse of skin, gripping you and letting you know Danny also needed to feel every part of you. You felt wild, a hunger you’d never felt before starting to ache inside you. Danny’s lips trailed from yours, across your cheek and to your neck, licking and gently sucking at your skin. Your head lolled back, a shiver running down your spine at the sensation of his thigh coming between your legs, grazing against you. At your quiet moan, Danny’s hands landed on your hips and dragged you along his thigh keeping his knee slightly bent and his head dipped into the space between your neck and shoulders.

Your nails dug into his shoulders, whimpers falling from your mouth as the friction from his trousers built a delicious sensation in your lower abdomen. Your hips began to try and match the push and pull of his hands, whimpers falling from your lips between Danny’s kisses. The sensation in your stomach was building, your muscles tensing and you became more desperate for whatever the outcome was.

“Not yet,” Danny’s voice was low, and you groaned frustratedly as his leg left its spot between yours. His lips captured yours again before you looked you in the eyes determinedly. His hands left your back, tracing around to your front and cupping your breasts tenderly and gently swiping his thumbs over your taut nipples. A long whine emitted from your throat, beckoning for him to touch you more, yet his hands continued their path. Danny’s touch mapped the silhouette of your body, lowering himself to his knees in front of you.

Your breath hitched in your throat as he leaned forward, pressing his pursed lips against the skin of your stomach, just below your belly button. Your muscles tensed behind his lips and they spread into a smile against you. Danny’s hazel eyes glimmered up at you as he trailed his kisses lower and lower, until he was right above the place you were becoming desperate for him to touch. His hand trailed down your thigh, over your knee and to your calf before wrapping around your ankle. You let him move your body the way he wanted, watching as he bent your knee, aiding you in raising your leg and sliding it over his shoulder before he readjusted himself, coming closer to your center.

“If I were your lover,” Danny murmured softly to you, letting his finger dance along the skin between your thigh and hip. “I would kiss you here. Would you like that?” You began nodding wildly, Danny chuckled under his breath. “I need to hear you say it,”

“Yes, kiss me there.”

Slowly, slower than you think anything had ever moved before, Danny leaned forward, parting your lips with his tongue and giving your core a firm lap, tracing the path to your clit and closing his mouth around it in a soft kiss. You gasped at the sensation, the words falling from your mouth before you could stop.

“Again, do that again,” Danny chuckled against you, the vibration tickling and causing you to moan softly as he fulfilled your request. You didn’t have to ask again. Danny continued tasting you, teasing you, without another moment's hesitancy. His eyes never left your face, watching it contort and flush as he ate you out. “Oh god!” One of your hands shot out to grip the mantle as your knees started to become weak. The other hand tangled into Danny’s curls, tugging gently with every run of his tongue over your clit.

The tension you started to feel before was beginning to build up again, your breathing became labored as your grip on the mantle and Danny’s hair tightened. Danny’s tongue was circling your clit now, quick, deep circles with the occasional flick over the sensitive bud. The glimmer in his eyes had taken a backseat to a determined darkness as you met them, the feeling in your stomach beginning to crest.

“Danny! Oh, oh god,” you cried out, a feeling of euphoria flooding your body. You bent at the waist, pulling Danny into your core as much as you could. In response he tightened his grip around your leg, the other on your bottom and holding himself closer as you rode out your orgasm against his face. Your body quaked, and every small thrust of your hips made Danny hum, his tongue lapping up everything you gave him.

When you could let go, you eased your grip on his hair, smoothing it down as he dropped your leg. In a quick motion, he was on his feet and had you wrapped in his arms again, kissing you and letting you taste yourself on his lips and tongue. As you kissed, you pulled at the fabric of his shirt, tugging it from his pants and trying to lift it off his body without separating your lips.

“I’ve got it,” Danny smiled as he parted and took the shirt off. He went back in for another kiss but you put a palm flat in his chest, stopping him. You wanted to explore him as much as he did you, and you were going to take the chance to commit his body, the way it felt and moved under your hands, to memory. His eyes trained on your face as yours studied his skin, seeing the smattering of chest hair and letting your fingernails gently scratch into it. Danny’s chest rumbled with a hum in response and your fingers found themselves following the trail over his abdomen. When you got to his waist, your other hand gently grazed over the fresh pink scar there. The stitches had been removed and he was healing nicely. You smiled softly feeling the raised skin under your fingertips.

Danny was doing his best to keep his breathing even as your fingertips caused goosebumps to ripple across his skin. Your eyes studied him carefully, thoughtfully. Your fingers touched and grazed as if he was a tapestry you were memorizing. Your hands came back to the center of his body, grazing into the finer trail of hair and following it down to the waistline of his trousers.

It was then your eyes blinked up to his, lips parted, a question on them. He wanted to answer it, put his lips to yours again and consume it. Anything to have his lips on you again.

“And what would you wish for me to do to you?” your whisper was bolder than you had expected, your fingers beginning to creep into the waistband of his trousers. Danny’s hand caught your wrist, bringing your hand up to his mouth and kissing the center of your palm.

��You do enough to me without even trying,” he admitted. His hand released your wrist, traveling down forearm before he bent, large hands on the backs of your thighs and tugging you up. Your legs moved with his guidance, wrapping around his waist as your arms wrapped around his neck, lips capturing his in another kiss. Your bodies swayed with movement as Danny crossed the room, shins finding the edge of the bed.

Lowering your body to it, he broke away, standing back and gazing down at you laid on the bed in front of him. He’d be lying if he said he hadn’t thought about this exact image, though the fantasy took place in the furs on his own bed in his cottage, the fire crackling and popping in the background. He had imagined that you would call his name, so softly yet it was like a siren song to him.

“Danny,” your voice was sweet, and he had to remember that it wasn’t his fantasy this time, it was you in front of him, waiting for the next touch. He moved towards the bed, and you sat up, resting on your elbows. “I want to see you…please?” Heat prickled his skin, and he nodded, curls bouncing. His hands found the waistband of his pants, and he slowly lowered them down his legs. He tried not to notice your eyes widen when they saw his cock, but the small smirk couldn’t stop tugging at the corner of his lips.

You sat up further, scooting to the edge of the bed, only a few inches from his body. Looking up at him, your hand came up on its own, wrapping around the hard length. Danny sucked a harsh breath through his teeth. Your touch was delicate, and he swallowed as his cock twitched in your hand, your fingers tracing the vein underneath.

“If you touch me like that, I fear this will be over far too quickly.” Danny cleared his throat to cover his embarrassment. It had been too long since he’d laid with anyone, and he desired you, loved you so badly that any touch from you could unravel him too fast. His hand took your wrist again, tugging your hand away though every instinct in his body was yelling at him for it. “Lay back on the bed, love.”

Your heart fluttered as you did what he said, resting your head on your pillow. Danny climbed into the bed slowly, positioning himself over you. Your legs fell open for him, letting him rest against your body comfortably. He supported himself with one hand, the other cupping your face and stroking his thumb along your cheek before kissing you again, deep and slow. You could feel his cock on your inner thigh, and without realizing, you wiggled your hips impatiently.

“Patience, darling,” he mumbled against your lips, letting his free hand delve between your bodies. His fingers pressed against your core, feeling how worked up you were. Your gasp at his touch made him grin and he began teasing you, mimicking his tongues earlier movements with his fingers. “You’ll get what you want, I promise.” Soon after his vow, his fingers began prodding at your entrance, slowly pushing two in and out. Your back arched at the sensation, a moan floating out into the room. Danny watched your face, your body and when he felt you were ready, he added a third finger pumping slowly.

“Danny,” you were panting, hips gyrating against his hand. “Danny, please.”

“Don’t worry, I’m not letting you come again unless it’s on my cock.” The words from Danny had you moaning again as his fingers withdrew and he adjusted his body, rubbing the head of his dick against your slick folds, gathering the wetness and using his hand to slicken the rest of his shaft. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you watched him. He stared at your pussy as his fist pumped his cock, his tongue darting out to lick his lips, no doubt thinking of how he tasted you only moments earlier. Every pass of the head of his cock against your entrance you clenched, feeling more and more needy for him.

“Danny!” you whined, head falling back on the pillow frustratedly. Hearing his chuckle only made you whine again and before you could say anything, the tip of his cock was finally pressing in. Danny was slow, slower than he was with his fingers, and for good reason. The stretch from his member was slightly painful, but all you wanted was more. You wanted him to sink into you as deeply as possible as soon as possible.

It was taking every ounce of Danny’s strength to move as slowly as he did. You felt amazing around him, your walls squeezing around him with every pump. Screwing his eyes closed, he focused on his breathing, making sure he didn’t rush this. If he only had this one night with you, he was going to make sure it was something you would remember for the rest of your life.

Once he was in to his hilt, he paused, letting you adjust fully to the feeling. Your legs came up, squeezing the sides of his hips, as if holding him there. You felt indescribably full, your bodies connecting perfectly and you relished in the feeling as he kissed along your collarbones, down to your breasts. His tongue slowly and languidly swirling around the hardened buds, and you bucked your hips gently when you couldn’t stand the lack of friction anymore.

Danny drew back his hips slowly and began thrusting, setting a slow, deep pace. Already this was unlike your previous experience, it was fathoms better. Danny’s lips found every inch of your skin they could reach, leaving soft, hot kisses. Your back arched as the tip of his cock grazed a spot inside of you you’d never known was there, gasping and letting the sound turn into a moan as he did it again.

“Do it again,” you sighed, hands coming to his shoulders and bracing against them. Danny smirked up at you, pulling himself out almost entirely before jutting his hips forward, shifting your bodies on the bed but sending a wave of pleasure through you. “More, Danny please,” hearing his name in that whimpering, needy voice was pure heroine to him, and he adjusted his pace as your legs wrapped around his hips, your heels pressing against his buttocks as if you were spurring on a racehorse. “Yes! Yes!”

Danny watched your eyes flutter shut and your forehead crinkle as you focused on the sensations running through your body. Sensations he was causing. It made him even more eager to bring you to climax, to see you come around his cock, feel it, feel you. It wasn’t long before he could feel your thighs beginning to tense around his hips. Lifting a hand, he brought it to your face, tracing your lips with his thumb before resting the pad on your supple bottom lip. Your eyes opened and looked up at him, and without a thought, you parted your lips, taking his thumb into your mouth and gently sucking on it.

Danny groaned and snapped his hips, the feeling of his release beginning to build. Your own moans vibrated around his thumb, and he pulled his hand away from your mouth.

“Wanna hear you,” he gasped. “Need to hear you,”

“Oh god Danny,” you nodded. “You feel so good, please don’t stop!” Danny’s pace was near animalistic now, causing you to cry out as your hands clawed down his back. He was nearly hunched over, face buried in your neck as he pounded away, lips and teeth nipping at your neck and shoulder. “Fuck! Danny!” Your climax hit you harder than the first, your body writhing in Danny’s arms.

Hearing his name on your tongue, called out in the throes of your orgasm was all it took to bring him over the edge, groaning into your neck as he spilled himself into you. He rested his body’s weight on you fully, and you wrapped yourself around him as much as you could. It was hard to catch your breath but you wouldn’t give up this moment with Danny if your life was at stake.

After a few moments, he slowly moved back, raising himself back up but not yet disconnecting your bodies. He looked over your body and gazed back into your eyes.

“Was I too rough at the end there?” he asked, looking concernedly at a love bite on your neck that was beginning to redden. Truth be told, your moans and the feel of you squeezing his cock as you came around it made his entire vision blackout, his only focus on joining you.

“No, not at all,” you shook your head, reaching a hand up and cupping his face. He rested the weight of his head on your palm, gazing up at you. “In fact I quite liked it.”

“Did you?” Danny smiled, turning his head to press a kiss to the heel of your hand.

“I did.” you laughed softly. “Thank you,” Danny didn’t say a word, merely raised himself and brought his lips to yours in a soft, slow kiss. Your body tingled with goosebumps as it awoke again, and you could feel Danny shifting his hips slightly.

“I didn’t say I was done with you, my darling.”

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p0rk-guts · 9 months ago

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waitt but what's different about your ocified velvette... i like her a little but find myself wanting more substance from her in canon tbh

TEEHEE WHAT A GOOD QUESTION I TOTALLY DIDN'T SET PPL UP TO ASK ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay sew me and @ajistorpid were talking and they inspired a good chunk of my ideas so you can blame them for feeding my sick delusions.

Read more just like last time bc I talk too much sorry but there's art in there too oooo you should look u should read my ramblings

As far as I know, Velvette has no canon age at death, cause of death, or death date so based on what we know we just crafted our own headcanons. AJ proposed she might've had parents who ran one of those family vlog channels with her as the face of it, becoming a child influencer under her parents' control. I was thinking she could've been a child model- yk like. dance moms or something. Idk I don't remember what was happening on that show— anyways. Yea

Either way she grew up constantly controled and perfection was her standard. All of her outside thoughts and feelings and interests and opinions were constantly dismissed in favor of what made her more marketable. She never did get that popular in life tho, and her mentors always shamed and blamed her for it.

Idk if this is canon or not, but the idea of the sinners designs reflecting their vices or things they regreted or hated in life is an untapped gold mine to me so that could explain where Velvette's supposed doll and clown themes come from. Became a toy dressed up and paraded around for the entertainment of others + joke never taken seriously. She'd hate that

(As for how that ties into my redesign…. me and AJ were thinking she could be a vampire doll, but I'm not sure IDK I wanna sketch that out and see what it's giving)

In hell she easilly fell back into this warped facsimile of her old life bc it was all she knew. "she feels some form of pseudo control and enjoyment because she has no one pulling her strings now" (<-AJ) SHE'S running things!!! Who's the puppet now!!!!!!

Then THAT had me thinking too because now that I think about it. Why Is she the backbone of the V's?? She's like. An undergrad student in my mind at the MOST and Vox and Val are two men pushing 40 I'm sure. I think a big part of it is the fact that those two are almost complete and utter buffoons who let their emotions cloud their actions constantly, Valentino most obviously but even tho Vox seems more composed like when he's talking Val down from his outburst and when he was talking to the press, we can still see he's a total mess—especially where Alastor is concerned. He lost it so bad during their duet HE SHORTED PENTAGRAM CITY'S POWER.

Now out of all the V's we've seen the least of Velvette (I'd call it what it is but yall gon get real mad at me), The most we really got out of her character was the overlord meeting (and despite her huge ego and unruly behavior she did end up speaking facts), so maybe she Is just as unstable as them in canon but canon is SHIT and this isn't about canon anymore. In my mind she's very much in charge of the back end of their work. Vox is obviously the head of the operation—or at least he seems like it to me—what with the tech company having his name and with him answering the interviews, but I think that's all he is. The figure head. Velvette is the brain behind it all. When Vox proposes new buisness endeavors off the cuff she's the one who goes back and makes sure they're getting handled properly because he doesn't really dig into the backend of how things happen. Vox goes to most of the conferences or whatever (Vel's too busy running her shows and serving cunt after all) but Vel follows up on what was learned.

(also yeah all that makes this very much an au of an au bc it'd take a lot of radical changes for the two of them to be friends I think. It's fun to imagine anyway)

Quoting AJ here bc I'm bad at paraphrasing and they said it well:

"And if we're going to make her sympathetic, (obviously not excusing her enabling a rapist) Val and Vox are grown ass men and she never got to experience the world outside a camera

Velvette is easily malleable with no real relationships!! Some victims tend to gravitate towards people who are similar to their abusers the only exception is that she feels like she has control this time"

THIS this. THIS! Okay uhh vague personal experience w/ abuse cw ig. skip this paragraph if you don't wanna hear it. But It kinda reminds me of my relationship with my parents- NOT THAT I SEE THEM AS TWO DADS AND A DAUGHTER I DO NOT BELIEVE IN THAT NOTION IN A POST PILOT WORLD If future content proves me wrong it proves me wrong but at this moment they're all equals in my mind (…and I hc them as poly BUT WE'LL GET THERE) but In my situation it's like. I hate my parents for the abuse they've caused me, my mom more than my dad bc she's satan incarnate, but there are still things I like about my dad and. Tolerate. About my mother. We still can talk cordialy and spend time together, have fun together even, and I show affection to them, but deep down I know I wanna cut my mom off later and maybe my dad too depending. Additionally my mom is completely Incompatent and pulls none of her weight so despite it all I've been forced to pick up the slack and become half the brains of this family. I do chores she should take care of. Handle money. Make important decisions about our health and safety she doesn't care about.

AAAny ways. This is so my version of Velvette. No I'm not projecting (I am). She pulls a big chunk of the weight around there (some of it being carried by Vox and virtually none by Val). She's very close with the two of them but isn't a fan of everything they do (Cares more for Vox than Val in my mind). Speaking of, she definitely isn't some saint now, she still makes the love potions and is Impassive to both Val and Vox's behavior, but part of that Is her just seeing it as part of the business. Shady practices and exploitation are par for the course in any business to her. She never truly grew out of the harmful mindsets ingrained into her by whoever her enabling caretakers were in life and they're still apparent in hell. (Maybe she even experienced some of the darker sides of exploitation in life but was groomed into thinking it was okay contributing to why she doesn't see Valentino's actions as heinous. Idk. thinking on it)

Circling back to my poly V's idea. Idk it just seems plausible to me. Vox and Val already have their whole thing going on, they all live together, and they all have nicknames for each other (Vox calling her my dear, Val calling her baby doll, Vel calling Vox darling). Ik that could just be their personalities and the pet names don't have to mean anything more but this is MY au and my word is gospel hope this helps. It just makes sense

I could go on and ON about the toxic insanity of the Poly V's in my mind— particularly between Vox and Valentino— but this is NOT their post so maybe next time. As for Velvette, I get the vibe that she'd be intimate with both of them and enjoy it but she's never the one to initiate anything. Sometimes they're all like this 🤞🏾 and others the boys are a complete turn off to her (main example being the difference in her attitude towards Vox in episode 3 vs episode 8). Her tolerance of them flips on a dime depending on how they're acting. She also prefers to be a casually entertained observer to VoxVal more often then not (ex. end of episode 8 imo)

Boys aside. My Velvette is still a social media influencer and she's all about advertising. advertising products (like the love potion), clothing looks, technology... Heck even herself. "You're nobody if you don't wear this or use this or look like this ^ - ^". Projecting on her even further by making her have a love/hate relationship with her profession aka the modeling aspect of it: she's always had a genuine love for fashion and dressing up but the internal pressure for perfection she's placed on herself makes it hard for her. She's very hard on her models and designers bc of this

Couldn't think of a segway for this but also WHAT HAPPENED TO VELVETTE WANTING TO FIGHT THE ANGELS??? The "full assault plan" against the angels??? And then when the fight actually came they were all just lounging around watching it go down like it was afternoon tv????? This isn't even a "we'll get to it in season 2" thing did they honest to god forget? Did that line not mean anything??

Well I didn't forget and it's pissed me off since my first rewatch of that meeting scene. Don't think we don't know how the V's got the angel head, but In my head Velvette was the one who initially proposed the idea for an assault against heaven and her insatiable need to feel respected and feared only spurred this plan on, incredible risk be damned.

It also felt weird to me that Velvette just. Let it go when Carmilla said the meeting was over. Just. "Oh ok! Plan cancelled no more attacking heaven ^ - ^ I'm gonna go scroll for the rest of the show!" Hu h. My au-ified Velvette would definitely fight her on it— if she thought killing angels would change the game and Carmilla held the secrets behind it she would pry! Blow up at her about it until she wasn't getting results and bitterly storming off with as much composure as she could muster. Not wanting to team up with Carmilla but find some way to use her for all she was worth and get her way in the end, use the power and resources the V's had to actually make a plan. Would it have worked without the Morningstars? Eh. Either way I'm sure she could delude herself into thinking they were the most powerful people in hell. Ugh I don't wanna make an au rewrite of the show and I that was never my plan so idk where that'd go but. Yea

ANYWAYS anyways. wow you made it to the end somehow! Here's your treat :3

Context u didn't ask for: Some days Velvette overwhelms herself with her own impossible expectations. Nothing she creates or puts out is good enough. She gets extra anxious about her following; nothing's happened to them, but what if they see the miniscule flaw in her latest clothing that she sees? What if she's no longer perfect? (Even worse in the vamp Velvette redesign of her bc she literally feeds off their attention and admiration)

She'll snap at everyone and disapprove of every look and then hole herself away somewhere where she crashes and is just. So. Tired. But she'll be out of it the next day, ready to keep the conveyor rolling.

#asks #btchwzrd #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel rewrite #velvette #velvette redesign #my art

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20nugs · 1 year ago

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Can you do a Matt fic, where the reader is terrified of flying, and on the plane Matt let’s her squeeze his hand and he whispers stuff to calm her. Just a lot of fluff and can it be where the reader and Matt are already dating pls? Like she’s flying to Boston with them to meet his parents for the first time and she’s just scared on the plane. I hope that made sense, I love your fics! <3

Flying (Matt Sturniolo x fem!reader)

summary: request!

cw: anxiety, kind of like trouble breathing due to stress?

a/n: based this off of my own experience of panic/anxiety. when this happens I have no one there for me to help because i don't tell anyone, so if the way Matt helped is inaccurate for you i apologize!

I jiggle my leg as I wait for the desk lady to call out our flight number. Matt and I are about to get on a flight to Boston from LA so I can meet his parents. I didn't tell him that it's my first time flying, and I'm panicking quietly about the fact that I'm going to be thousands of feet in the air in a metal tube with no way to escape if disaster strikes.

Matt places a gentle hand on my thigh, stilling my nervous shakes. "What's wrong baby?" He asks quietly, turning off his phone to shift his gaze to my face, his eyes scanning my expression. "Are you nervous to meet my parents? They'll love you, you don't have to worry about that."

"It's not that," I say, my voice strained as I try to calm my heartbeat that's currently moving a mile a minute.

"Then what is it?" He whispers, noticing my gaze that flicks around the room. The intercom crackles our flight number, and my heart and face drops, the moment I've been dreading for this entire time about to happen. Matt takes notice of this, and laces my fingers with his, helping me stand up. "You're afraid of the flight?" He asks, not mockingly, but curiously. "I thought you've flown before?"

I shake my head no quickly. "I haven't," I murmur. Matt squeezes my hand with his.

"I'll be with you the whole time," he tells me, slowly walking me over to our gate. "Since we're in first class, we're going to have a bed, will that make you feel any better?" I nod, my gaze on the floor as he gently pulls me along with him. We finally make through the gate and security, and start to board the plane. Matt wraps an arm around my waist. We make it to our section, and just like he said, there's beds. We put our luggage in the compartment and settle in, the sun already setting.

I hold onto Matt's hand with a death grip. I try to take deep breaths, but the room seems to be spinning and I can't seem to get a grasp onto what's going on, my breathing is shallow and everything around me deafens. My lungs falter, my ears ring and I can't keep my hands still. "Matt," I choke out. "I can't breathe."

He immediately attaches himself to me, an arm snaking around my waist. "Hey," he says, turning my head to look at him and placing my hand on his chest. "I'm here sweetheart. Try to match my breathing, okay?" I nod and feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. I match with him, our breathing in sync.

"Thank you," I murmur, hugging him.

"Anytime," he whispers, squeezing me tight. The flight attendant goes through the safety procedures and the pilot announces take off. Matt squeezes my hand, reminding me of his presence. I close my eyes, waiting for the plane to lift. I feel it take off, and realize as I open my eyes that it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. "You okay?" Matt asks, looking at me.

"Yeah," I breathe, nodding. He smiles and softly kisses me, and I melt into it, grateful for him. We lay back, and cuddle each other until we fall asleep for the remainder of the five hour long flight.

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a/n: this was a short one! I've never flown before, but I have experienced these symptoms. If anyone ever needs someone to talk to about this, my dms are ALWAYS open!

as always, if you see any errors let me know and have an amazing night/day! love yall ☆

#nick sturniolo #matt sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #matt sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo x you #matthew bernard sturniolo #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo

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randomheros · 1 month ago

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Sonic movie 3 spoilers (again, cause I got more to say)

I love that this movie just immediately goes to the prison break. Like this movie really said "we know your here for him, we're not gonna make you wait." XD

The entire break out scene is so good. The lighting, the stasis tube thing is cool, the animation of Shadows little sleepy twitches. The subtle build up to the fact he's waking up (cause if he's twitching, that means he'd be in REM sleep, a stasis should be deeper, right?) The heart monitor alerting the guards to him waking up. Then there's the scene of him leaving the island, where he races across the water, and maybe I'm just imagining it, but I SWEAR you can see a learning curve in his initial animation. Like it looks like he takes a moment to figure out how to race across the water, which makes sense cause he's never done that before. It's some subtle but good animation and I appreciate it.

I love that he isn't immediately on a revenge spree, he's just kind of unsure what to do with himself. Like he hates GUN certainly, but like, yeah, he should. I wouldn't advise someone to trust the people that attacked his home and killed his best friend. Dude has every right to be defensive, and it was FULLY GUN's idea to attack him in a highly populated area.

I like that Shadow wasn't really too intent on harming Sonic and the gang, he was mostly trying to avoid and prevent them from following. I also like Shadow not being really cocky and arrogant, cause frankly I'm not sure that ever fit his backstory.

I like that it was Gerald who put the revenge idea in his head-annnnd as I say that, I understand that it was a way of doing the memory alter thing but in a less complicated way. NICE. I love the little haunted house moment in mountain base, loved seeing ma boi Casper. XD

I love Super Sonic's fight with Shadow. I love love LOVE Shadow's super form being more white gold, I'm sure that's not new, but he's real pretty. XD It's also really funny cause like...he has no idea what's going on but just goes with it. He has no idea what the chaos emeralds are, has no idea why Sonic is gold now, no idea why he's now gold, but is still unfazed. He is the epitome of the John Mulaney bit; "This might as well happen today."

I love that Shadow just kind of wants Sonic to kill him. Some good character writing. He wants justice/revenge for Maria, but he also just wants the pain to end. He just wants it all to go away.

tHE LIVE AND LEARN MOMENT WAS GREAT. NO NOTES. JUST PERFECTION. (The little genuine smile Shadow gets is so nice. Oh my god. It was hype)

HE TOOK OF THE POWER CUFFS! IT WAS NEVER STATED, THEY JUST FULLY TRUSTED THE FANS TO UNDERSTAND(at least...i don't recall the power cuffs ever being explained in the movie...)

While part of me misses the whole "Gerald made Shadow to cure Maria" thing, it doesn't really take away from the movie, and it does make it easier to do a Black Arms story line in the future, if they wanted to. Like they left that door WIDE open.

I think the only thing in this movie that I wasn't sure I liked was Gerald...we didn't really get any scenes of him before the 50 year imprisonment, so I kept having to remind myself that he likely wasn't this weird 50 years ago. But I also know they had to make him weird cause it's fucking Jim Carrey. XD Regardless, I think it ever so slightly took away from the emotional impact of the Eclipse canon scheme, cause I can't take him seriously for even a second. I'm also not sure how I feel about Keanu Reeves voice acting...like, he suits Shadow, but ...sometimes it feels like it's lacking some emotion. But maybe that's just the intended direction? Idk, I'll have to watch it a second time before I can really make a judgment. Maybe I'm just not used to it. XD Regardless, it would be the fans fault and not Sega cause yall asked for Reeves XD

I CALLED THE END CREDIT SCENE! I KNEW IT WAS GONNA BE METAL SONIC! Eggman has had that quill thing forever, it's been established that his quills can power things, it only makes sense for Metal Sonic to appear.

I did not suspect MANY metal sonics however, or AMY!?! YOOOO??? Never have I been so hyped to see Amy XD

I had a blast at this movie X3

#sonic movie 3 #sonic movie spoilers

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totesnothere04 · 2 years ago

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Day to Day Norm Pt.1

Norm Spellman x Fem!Quaritch!Reader

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the fanart, screenshots, or gifs used with my stories.

Warnings: Idfk we'll find out when we get there lmao.

Pt.2

I plan in making these chapters shorter, because it's gonna be a longer series. Sorry yall I really don't wanna burn myself out again, especially since I've got multiple fandoms fighting over my last surviving brain cell. 😭

You paced into your dad's office and plopped into the chair across from his and threw your feet up on the table.

"You alright baby girl?" Your Dad asks as he looks up at you.

"I'm exhausted." You admit to him slightly defeated.

"I understand but think about it. After the newbies get their safety briefing you can go back to your bunk and go to sleep. It's only a few more hours sweet pea." Your Dad said with a soft smile reserved just for you.

"I've been awake for 24 hours because Wainfleet didn't want to do his part in getting everything ready for the newcomers." You complained and your dad's back went rigid.

"I gave him orders those were his to follow through with. I'm sorry, baby girl, but you're gonna have to wait until after. Then you can go to bed." Your Dad said then patted your foot. "Get your feet off my desk. How many times do I gotta tell ya?" He jokes as the both of you stand up to head to the mess hall. Zhang jogs up to the two of you and turns to face your Dad.

"I'm sorry sir, but Wainfleet is requesting (Y/n)'s help out on the tarmac." Zhang says and you groan. You turn and make your way to the airlock and grumble all the way out to where Lyle is.

"What the fuck do you want now Wainfleet?" You ask angrily.

"One of the patrols is late reporting in." Lyle tells you.

"Okay. You realize we're the same rank and you could be useful for once and check it out yourself." You say and he shakes his head.

"I've got to be at the safety briefing with the Colonel." He says and you scoff.

"Yeah so do I." You say agitated while you stomp back into the base but you make your way up the control center stairs instead. Once back inside you throw off the exo-pack and march over to the com systems. You find the bird thats late and call it.

"Chacon... Where in the name of everything holy are you?" You ask.

"Sorry, Corporal, Augustine and McCall got caught up collecting samples." She responds.

"Look, as much as I love those two you need to get your asses back asap. You're late and in doing so I'm late." You say as calmly as possible.

"Ma'am I can report them back in when they return." The woman you're bent over says.

"Alright. Thank you." You say and look at the name on her uniform.

"Chacon, Hayward is going to report you back in when you return. I gotta go." You say and don't even wait for a reply as you walk away. You enter the mess hall, clearly agitated but trying to stay calm. However, wheelchair man decided it would be a good idea to just stay in the middle of the walkway. You sigh quietly and step up onto the bench and then the table just to step down on the other side. Your dad lights up when he spots you.

"This is my righthand woman, Corporal Quaritch. You can't find me, find her. Except for the next 24 hours, she'll be asleep." You look at wheelchair man and realize you startled him, but can't bring yourself to care right now. You went to follow behind your dad but made eye contact with a new scientist. Your breath silently hitched and he blushed. You hardened the look on your face into a glare and moved on. You got up to the front and leaned against the window seal. The same scientist from before makes eye contact with you again, but this time you decide to play since you're no longer the center of attention. You wink at him and he blushes again.

'Oh yeah, definitely my type.' You think to yourself as you continue to look around the new people. Your dad wrapped things up and you made your leave. You decided to check up on Grace before you went to sleep since you were her usual off-base escort. When you got there she was still in her pod so you took to her desk and sat in her chair to wait. With the new guys in she would be exiting her pod any minute now. You pulled your cap over your eyes and threw your feet up on her desk. You dozed off in a matter of a few moments but were rudely woken by someone shoving your feet off their perch. You groaned as you sat up and allowed your cap to fall into your hands.

"Good to see you too, Grace." You said jokingly, but you were met with a very angry expression. "Did... Did I ruin some documents or... What did I do?" You asked her.

"You didn't do anything." She said exasperated. "Look. I need you to keep an eye on Sully."

"Who?" You asked in confusion.

"The guy in the wheelchair. He's one of my new avatar drivers." She says and you become more confused.

"But... That guy is definitely a jarhead." You say as you steal a glance at him.

"The other one is cute though." You sit back and Grace looks at you astounded.

"Someone gaining your attention? Unheard of." She says with a laugh.

"Yeah I know right? I don't know how he did it, but he's got my attention. 100%." You say as you steal another glance only to find him already looking at you. You wink at him again and he quickly looks away.

"Seems you've got his attention too." Grace says with a laugh.

"How long was I asleep?" You ask her.

"About an hour. I let you get a nap in before I sent you back to your room." Grace tells you and you lean your chin on your hand. "I went to have a chat with Slefridge. I'm not happy that we got this Sully. We need his brother. The PhD that trained for 3 years for this job."

"Well, why did he back out last minute? There might've been a good reason." You say and a tap on your shoulder makes you freeze. You slowly turn to look at the person behind you and find Sully and the cute guy.

"He died." Sully said and you cringed.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude." You said and he shook his head.

"You weren't. We were wondering if someone could show us to our bunks?" Sully asks and I stand up.

"Let me see your room numbers." You say holding out your hand and he hands it to you. "Heh, would ya look at that. You two are right down the hall from me. Come on. I'll see you tomorrow Grace. I look forward to seeing them link for the first time." She waves as she takes the seat you just vacated.

"I wanted to say thanks for not treating me differently just because I'm paralyzed." Sully says and you huff out of your nose.

"My dad was a marine, but according to him, once a marine always a marine. Oorah or whatever." You say and he chuckles.

"Never went into the military?" He asks with a chuckle.

"Nope. Dad wanted me to get my GED at 16 so I could ship out here." You tell him and he looks at you confused.

"If he wasn't watching over you, then who was?" He asks and you scoffed.

"My mother... But I prefer to call that woman my surrogate. She never really learned that once you're a parent you focus on your child's well-being. Instead, she collected the child support my Dad was sending and spent it on her stuff. The RDA was nice enough to allow me to start working for them early. Course back then it was simple tasks. Train, learn, and run things back and forth for Selfridge. Guy took a liking to me and started helping me further my "career"." You tell them then blinked. "Woah. Sorry man didn't mean to info dump."

"It's all good. You seem cool to hangout around." Sully says.

"You too Sully." You say and he laughs.

"You can call me Jake. This is Norm." He introduces cute guy.

"So that's your name. Yeah, you caught my attention earlier." You say without thought of making him feel awkward.

"R-really?" He asks.

"Oh yeah. I like men with a brain." You say as you turn the corner and see Lyle standing at your door down the hall.

"C'mon (Y/n) I know you're in there. Stop ignoring me." He calls and you cough. He turns to look at you then scratches his neck. "Hey (Y/n). What, uh, what are you up to?"

"Showing Jake and Norm to their bunk so I can go to sleep." You say with an edge and he groans.

"(Y/n)-" Lyle starts but you roll your eyes.

"Didn't my Dad give you orders to follow through with? I think you should go do that." You say and he walks away. Once he's out of earshot you turn to the two guys. "That guy? Has one brain cell and it's currently fighting a losing war to steroids." You joke and Jake busts out laughing with Norm chuckling quietly. "This is you guys. If you need anything I'm right down there."

"So we gathered." Jake jokes and you walk away chuckling.

"I'm gonna get some rack. I suggest you do that too." You tell them and then disappear into your room. You quickly shower and dress for sleep and lay down. You fall asleep as soon as your head hits the pillow.

The next day you're happily making your way to the link room and find Max and Grace.

"Hey, you got here just in time. They just went in and it seems lover boy has taken to his avatar well." Grace says. "You want to join me?" Grace asks.

"I don't know. You know my dad doesn't like me hanging around you "science pukes"." You quote him and she scoffs.

"You're 22 (Y/n). You can do what you want." She says and you shuck off your jacket. She smiles and pats the pod next to hers. "We're going in."

"How much you wanna bet that Jake's gonna take off?" You ask her and she glares at you.

"$20 that he doesn't." She says and you laugh.

"$20 that he does." You counter and she shakes her head. You lay down in the link pod and close your eyes. You sit up in your avatar and giggle as you change your clothes. Grace meets you outside of the cabin and you see a blur of blue and white charging toward the two of you. "You owe me $20 Grace." You chuckle and she laughs as she picks a fruit. You pick one too and start eating it.

"Hey marine!" Grace calls out. Jake looks up and seems star struck.

"Grace?" He asks.

"Who else numbnuts?" She asks laughing. "Think fast!" She throws the fruit to him and he catches it. "Motor controls looking good." He bites into the fruit and looks at it astonished.

"They're good aren't they?" You ask him and his eyes snap over to you.

"(Y/n)?" He asks and you roll your eyes.

"Well duh." You say and Grace pinches your arm.

"I thought only scientists had avatars?" He asks.

"Well I'm a special case. Did I forget to tell you that I'm going to college for Pandoran botany and Grace is basically my teacher?" You smirk and he chuckles. The patter of feet behind Jake and a voice.

"Jake! Geez we're not supposed to be- Oh hey Grace!" He says with a wave and he notices you. "(Y/n)?" He says as he looks you up and down.

"In the flesh." You say and Jake elbows him and wiggles his eyebrows. His cheeks dust indigo and he clears his throat.

"So no shoes huh?" He says and you laugh.

"Smooth recovery, Spellman. No shoes. It's the way Na'vi travel, so it's how I travel." You say and he nods. Grace nudges you.

"That's a lie. She likes to feel the dirt between her toes. Reminds her of home." Grace says with a smile and you scoffed.

"Okay yeah that might be it." You say and cross your arms. "Don't they have tests to take or somethin'?" You ask annoyed and Grace leads them to the course.

As eclipse fell on Pandora you laid down in your cot and shut your eyes. When you opened the lid of your pod you were met by your dad's face.

"Hey Dad." You greet him but he scoffs.

"You know how I feel about you hanging around these lab coats." Your Dad says and you sigh.

"I'm literally Grace's student. I'm going to be one of these lab coats one day." You tell him and he sighs.

"I'm sorry. You missed dinner." He says and your shoulders sag.

"Sorry Dad, but Jake kept getting distracted by his tail. I had to teach him how to control it." You laugh as Jake hauls himself out of his pod.

"You'd find it weird too if you had a random tuft of fur keep smacking your arms." Jake complains and you laugh at him.

"Been there, and I got over it." You say as you get up fully.

"Baby girl I saved us a couple of plates so we can eat together like usual." Your Dad says and you nod.

"Thanks Dad." You walk out with him. When you sit down with him to eat he looks up at you.

"Somethin' tells me that there's somethin' goin' on between you an' Sully." Your Dad says and you cringe.

"You know I like my men to have a brain. It's why I refuse to go out with Lyle." You say and he laughs.

"Yeah. I forget you don't want to end up like your ma." He says as he fiddles with his food.

"Yeah, no. I don't want to end up like my pa' more like. That woman has no brain. I don't know what you saw in her." You said and he laughed.

"She was pretty and showed interest." He laughed and you rolled your eyes.

"Gross. If you must know Norm has my attention. He's so easily flustered and he's tall and he's really smart." You say as you blush and look away from your Dad.

"I'm not ready." He says and you roll your eyes.

"Dad. I'm 22." You say and he sighs.

"You're my baby." He says and you laugh.

"Dad... I've been thinking." You say and he sets up straight.

"Uh oh. Thats dangerous." He says with a laugh.

"Ha ha. You've been supporting me my whole life. I need to establish my own career because I need to be independent. It's a hard pill to swallow, but I won't have you forever." You say and he reaches across the table and takes hold of your free hand.

"Kiddo. I know it's been rough going, but I'm gonna be here for as long as I can be. I gotta be able to meet any grandbabies you might give me." He says.

"Grandbabies won't happen if you won't let me be an adult and find a man." You post out and he groans.

"I know. Well kid you've got a busy day tomorrow and so do I. Let's get some rack. Love you baby girl." He says as he lands a peck on the top of your head.

"Love you too Dad." You say as you make it back to your room. You shower and dress for bed and then lay down and sleep takes you over.

You had woken up early and gotten to the link room to connect to your avatar. Helping Trudy load her Samson was always easier this way. As you walked into the hangar your Dad was right next to you immediately.

"Baby girl, what did I say about your avatar bein' in the hangar?" He asks and you groan.

"But it's easier to load the Samson this way. No need for friggin' cranes or anything." You say and he makes a face of agreement.

"Alright but it's not allowed inside unless you're loading a ship." He says and you nod.

"Yes, sir. Understood. Lima Charlie, and all those things you say all the time." You joke and he laughs as he playfully nudges your thigh. "You know you can't push me around while I'm in my avatar right?"

"I know, but you're still my little girl." He says and you groan again.

"Dad!" You complain and he walks away from you heading to the gym. You split off toward Trudy and start helping her prepare for everything. Jake rolls up behind the two of you and stops.

"You must be Jake. I'm Trudy and this is my baby. Hope you don't mind that I have you on a side gun. (Y/n) wants to just be a nerd today." She jokes with you and you roll your eyes.

"Ha ha. Very funny Trudy. I'm just enjoying the view today." You say. "But while holding a gun."

"Follow me Jake. Got someone who wants to speak with you." She says and leads him away and you decide to go back outside.

"See ya in a bit Wainfleet." You call over your shoulder. You go and collect some fruits for snacks and wait for everyone to join you.

#norm spellman x reader #norm spellman #avatar

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trashiewrites · 1 year ago

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HELLO ONE AND ALL WE ARE BACKKKK and I've had this story on the backburner for months i hope yall like it. I do have more in the way :) more neighbor Ghost for those who remember!

Forever Bound

Valeria x reader

(Note there is Spanish in this story all translation will be at the bottom. As well be aware my Spanish is very rustyy so sorry if some is improper!)

Word count: 770

The target was to capture El Sin Nombre, and finally, it all went down to completing this one mission. Soap had successfully infilled on the cartel meeting night, party? Whatever the fuck It was... Ghost and you stood Overwatch of to locations opposite sides of the houses. All waiting for the opportune moment to capture the infamous drug lord. You listened carefully to comms in blissful silence. Your phone buzzed, you weren't one to answer their phone on the job. But seeing the screen saying 'Mi amor <3' you sighed as you muted your coms and took the call. "Hola Princessa," you spoke softly.

"Mi amor, Como estas? How's work treating you?" Her voice was soothing to you, and still to this day was your favorite thing to hear.

"Good, very tiring... who knew?" you chuckled, "What about you, Valeria? What have you been up to?"

"I'm at a... gathering. Some co-workers hosting a party. decided to attend."

"That's good! I wish I could be there with you." you sighed, "I wish I could be home with you..."

"Soon, mi amor. I'm sure you'll be home soon~"

"Graves," you hear Alejandro through comms, "El Sin Nombre is posing as a female sicaria. We're moving in." You muted the phone briefly as they all went through with their copies. "(y/n)?"

"Copy," you replied and unmuted your phone.

"I hope so too... This whole thing is starting to get annoying." the two laughed into the phone. within the next few moments, you heard gunshots through the phone.

"DON'T MOVE!" the yelling voice seemed familiar, you hung the phone and listened to comms again. looking into the scope of the sniper. "She ran out the back!" you moved your scope and honed in on the area of the rooftop where they pinged. Graves helicopter hovered to the side. a woman brought to her knees.

"V-Valeria?" you watched in horror, you felt like you couldn't breathe. Your world came crumbling down around you. Your wife... was El Sin Nombre... this whole time... Yet, you were none the wiser.

Heading back to base was hell... How could this happen? You've been married for 4 years almost 5 and you didn't notice a thing? You all stood within the interrogation area, graves looked at you and Alejandro with a grimace. "So how do you know three know each other?" Alejandro scoffed.

"Know is a strong word..."

"las palabras fuertes son importantes ~"[1] she spoke softly, "Nuestras palabras son nuestro valor, ¿verdad?"[2]

"Go to hell you fucking sonuvabitch- im going to kill you!" Alejandro yelled out, Rudy and Soap having to hold him back. "Yeah, yeah!" He stepped back, "Go on tell them..."

"I don't take orders anymore." She looked to you, "Even the dogs in Las Almas know not to bark at me." Things seemed to blur as the two went back and forth. Things you never knew of... you knew she was ex-military, but was discharged after an accident, yet that was a l i e... all of it, a lie... Graves put his hand up and looked at you. Pale as a ghost, face riddles with disbelief.

"How about you? Wanna share?" Graves eyes dug into you, yet you couldn't muster a word. "Something tells me you have more to say."

"Que pasa mi amor ¿Demasiado avergonzada para hablar?"{3} She grinned at you. Everyone looked to you, those who ever only knew a lick of Spanish knew what she just said.

"S-she.... My wife...." You quietly admitted. "I've been married almost 5 years and I never fucking knew this..." you clenched your fist. "You fucking lied to me, Valeria! You told me all the military and shit was behind you and you pull this!"

"Solo lo escondí para protegerte querida...." {3} she spoke sweetly, hell she could have meant it... Your mind and heart begin playing tricks on you. Fuck why must it be her, why must despite all this she still make you feel the way you feel. You should feel betrayed but you loved your wife... more than anything.

"Married to a Mexican drug lord and didn't know... I don't buy it..." Graves noted, crossing his arms.

"Believe what you want Graves... I'm speaking my truth..." you looked back to Valeria, "you've lied about everything...."

"Elige tu lado, querido. Elige sabiamente..." {4}

"¿lado? ¿que lado?" You asked, looking at her. You know what she wants you to do... She wants you to bust her out. To betray your team for her, your career, your entire way of life... just for her.

What will you do?

Save Valeria

Stick with your team

Translations:

1- Strong words are important

2- Our words are our worth, right?

3- I only hid it to protect you dear.

4- choose your side, dear. Choose wisely...

#call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod #modern warfare #cod mw #cod mw22 #modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #valeria x reader #valeria cod #el sin nombre

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niawritesbs · 2 years ago

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A Daddy

John "Soap" MacTavish x Poc Fem! Reader During a meeting, Ghost realizes Soap is missing. He goes looking for him and see's him having a facetime call on a computer with a beautiful woman and a newborn baby on the other side of the screen.

Notes: Ngl to yall. I think this one isn't my best but imma still post it cause I want to. Hope it isn't that bad of a read, suggestions are welcomed anytime!!

"We're missing someone, aren't we? He's usually the first one here to these meetings." Gaz sat in the chair furthest from the front but directly next to Price. He wasn't that worried since neither Price nor Laswell was concerned about the missing scot, but he was curious as to where he could be.

Someone who was more curious about where the Mohawk was was Ghost. Although he'd rather die than ever utter this out loud, Soap's gruffly accent is what he looks forward to in the mornings. It lets him know that he's made it to another day and somewhat grounds him and keeps him in tune with reality when (although it's rare) he feels himself slipping. So seeing him missing was the first thing he noticed when he was the last to walk into the room and Laswell immediately started talking.

"He's been excused for the time being. He can be filled in by Price later when he's finished with his business." Laswell continued with the information she had after clearing the air about the missing Sargeant. Ghost didn't dwell on it any longer and paid attention to the meeting until it finished 30 minutes later.

After being dismissed, they all went their separate ways doing god knows what. Ghost had set off to stroll around making sure he had nothing else to do before he retired to his room to go over the files he and the rest were given in the meeting.

Simon wasn't one to wander the base. Not that he hadn't engraved every part of it into his memory out of instinct, but, he wasn't one to explore unless necessary. His small walk turned into him mindlessly looking for his Scottish partner in crime, and while it is out of character for him to be so curious as to where Soap was, he couldn't help but look.

Ghost eventually walked past a conference room and he knew from the room number he was getting close to the visitation room. That room was for family calls or special access visitations from family members if you had high enough clearance. As he was walking, he heard the missing man's ruff Scottish voice cooing in some sort of baby talk. Ghost walked up to the open room door silently and stood there seeing Soap sitting in front of a laptop cooing softly at it, he tilted his head to see what had him that way. A dog maybe?

'That sounds like something Johnny would do.'

When Ghost tilted his head, he was surprised to see a newborn baby and a beautiful woman with dark skin on the other side of the screen. A big, tired smile was on the woman's face as she held the baby in her arm. Soap leaned his head on his folded arms on the table with the softest look ghost had ever seen. His eyes held such love and devotion that if she were in front of him he'd be worshiping her from head to toe.

"I see someone is excited to be a daddy. You know he looks just like you if you squint. He's the spitting image of you John it's crazy" The pretty lady on the other side of the screen lightly giggled at the end of her sentence, her accent sounding foreign. A chuckle soon came from Soap's lips as he stared at his newborn son in his lover's arms.

"If anything he looks more like you to me. Well either that or it's the laptop's shitty ass quality and he really does look like me." There was a pause before he sighed heavily. "I can't wait to see you, baby, you and little Bailey" Soap's voice held a sadness Ghost hadn't heard before. It was like he was a different man completely. Not that Soap wasn't an expressive man, quite the opposite actually, but, he only ever showed anger, cheekiness, joy, and other neutral emotions. Never quite showing complete sadness and happiness.

Ghost felt that he was invading something private by listening and watching. Something intimate and special it almost flustered him, so he turned from the door frame and started walking ahead, only for his name to be called by the man he just left in the room. He turned to see Soap by the door waving him over to come back. It looks like the woman on the screen saw Ghost and mentioned it to him. Now that he was back, Soap tugged Ghost back into the room with a broad smile. He was gonna be able to show his beloved his best mate on the force and he was ecstatic.

"Darlin, This is Ghost, he's a part of my team. He's the scary brute around here scaring the new recruits" A gruff exhale came from the said man. He was being introduced to someone without his consent but then again, it was his fault for seeking out the Scot in the first place.

Ghost stared into the screen at the curious woman. He had to say she was quite stunning. Dark skin, frizzy hair (he's guessing from the baby in her arms, the messy hair is from childbirth), and small eyebags that showed her fatigue just a bit. His eyes zoomed in on the tiny baby laying in the woman's arms. They had blue eyes and their facial features for a newborn looked scarily identical to their father's.

"The champ looks like me, aye? She says he does and I believe it. The MacTavish genes in me run strong." Soap bosted proudly with a grin seeing his sweetheart smile at his words. Ghost nodded and looked at Soap with Amusement but something he couldn't explain. Simon felt joy for Soap. As chipper as the Scot was, there were times he'd see him at his lowest, like he was ready to rid of it all, to take the coward's way out. Alas, he would always bounce back in the next few hours to bug the hell out of ghost and talk his ear off but he knew how the lass would. Soap having another bundle of joy to keep him grounded and to keep him motivated to stay alive was something Ghost was happy about.

Soon, it was time for Soap's lover to go. She was tired evidently so Soap said his I love you's and his goodbye's solemnly and the call ended. Soap sighed and stood up, walking out of the room, toe-in-toe with Ghost, walking the hall, and heading back to the barracks.

"You know, I didn't think you would have a lover much less a child. From your bad jokes, I assumed your pickup lines were just as bad." An offended gasp came from Soap's mouth upon hearing the Brit's words.

"I'll have you know she loves my pickup lines thank you. They're part of my charm she says." Ghost could hear the adoring tone of his voice at the end. He really loved his girlfriend and vowed hed marry her soon as he is able to leave. Ghost chuckled and they walked in comfortable silence.

Soap became a daddy that day, and Ghost was happy for him.

#john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #cod mw 2 #cod mw 2022 #cod mwii #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #kate laswell #kyle gaz garrick #captain john price #modern warfare 2 #babydaddy soap

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golbrocklovely · 2 years ago

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What makes you think she will be in another trip or video? sure shes still close to sam and kat but he seems to barely tolerate her when around and that tiktok he did with her, clearly he was drunk based on other stuff posted during that time…i see it as him realizing that unfortunately shes stuck being kat and brennens gf’s friend so she may be around group gatherings, however 4some trips where the other two split off and shes left with him and therefore flirty drunken content ensues is long over… i just dont see that anymore…my issue really is her because its on the verge of being obsessive where anything he likes or does that may have some connection back to her, she automatically likes or glorifies which makes people follow…or she’ll lie and claim she picked out certain things like his costume…her tag is all him and barely any her and kat…her bday sure its the same day as his but there was a good hour or two that night where she was online liking anything and only things that had both of them in it, it honestly (and im not being sarcastic) concerned me, she makes mlp look sane…theres a pattern now of things she does to get her numbers up and it involves him always…for his sake I genuinely hope she calms it down and doesnt use him further seeing as she’s befriending more and more from his inner circle…I dont get how more people dont have an issue with this NOW because when she first started doing it back when she was blond she got called out and now its like people forgot or erased it from their heads and use it to ship them instead…she used to promise content involving them too..shes been like this for a while way before her 2022 move..

well, clearly sam and kat like her enough, and colby tolerates her enough, that she most likely will be in another video. i'll be extremely surprised if she's not in at least one video this coming year. realistically she is still their friend, and that is enough to have someone on their channel. on top of that she's still close enough to kat that most likely if snc do their whole "we gotta go somewhere and we're taking kat too", stas will come along just for the ride and so kat isn't lonely, since that was the whole reason she started being with them in the first place. not to mention, a lot of fans still see them as the core four so to completely exile her like that, i just don't see snc and kat doing.

the thing with colby is that he doesn't like to rock the boat, even if it would benefit him. that's why he tries his best to stay out of drama. that's why he allows friends to use him and treat him like shit until he can't no longer. it would be too much to ask for respect in his mind, and i don't understand why he's like that, but that's just what he's like. clearly stas did something at some point after the europe trip to piss him off just enough for him to be done with her, even if for a small while. that reverberated thru kat and sam too. and then once the waters were calm, she was allowed back in. and while she's kept her distance for the most part, she's still in the group, even if just slightly.

and like you noted, her getting closer and closer to his other friends means she ain't leaving either. but i do think he was able to kind of…. put her in her place, or at least let the general friend group know "hey, i get we're all on good terms again, but that doesn't mean i have to hang out with her just bc yall are" with her and his bday.

granted there was other stuff going on (assumingly) so it's hard to say it was just her that made him do what he did. i also don't personally believe that was his sole reason for not being there.

this is probably where i differ from some of you guys. and bc we don't agree, don't feel like i'm denying what you feel or think you're wrong, this is just a different opinion than yours: personally, i don't think a lot of the connections yall see are related back to colby when stas does some of the shit she does. sure, there definitely are some compelling things that stick out that clearly are related to colby (or assumingly have to be about him bc who else could it be) but i truly don't believe everything she does is her a) trying to start drama or b) are about colby.

the other main issue is that some of you guys (not saying you in particular, anon. just some of the other anons i get) focus WAY TOO MUCH on her. i've said it before and i'll say it again: stop giving her attention. we've all come to the consensus that she likes attention…. why are we still giving it to her?? sure, i follow her, but even then not really. i see her tweets occasionally, MAYBE see a post from her on insta when i go on, but in reality, that's it. i don't really engage with her anymore. i get told via anons what happened or what she did recently. the most recent time i paid attention to her is colby's bday and that was kinda it.

she doesn't win when we ignore her. so… it's kinda best that we start really doing that. stop worrying about her being weird to colby, bc he clearly either doesn't care or doesn't notice. and it's not our job to watch out for him or to feel disrespected on his behalf. he's grown enough to ice her out if he wants to.

#ask #personal #tc4

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minilpark · 3 years ago

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can you do a phoenix fic where rooster helps set up phoenix and fem reader on a date bc he’s the readers bff🫶

now, yall know how i feel about wlw phoenix- i am sCREAMING ROLLING IN MY GRAVE RN AAAA aND WINGMAN ROOSTER FUCK I LOVE TO SEE IT

y/c/s - your callsign

honestly you couldn't tell half the time phoenix talked to you if she was flirting with you or not-

the things she said, the way she said them, and the look she gave you, it would stick in your mind like glue

especially after training, when you were walking back with your wso, phoenix would catch up to you (with bob and rooster not too far behind)

"hey, y/c/s! hot flying back there- that maneuver was great, you should teach me sometime" she says while winking

of course once again, you were a loss for words

"i- ah.."

so, this time, your wso, callsign stryker, stepped in

"yeah she'd love to show you sometime 'nix, let us know when!"

honestly you couldn't thank him enough for stepping in before he headed out

but before nat departed for the locker rooms, rooster caught up and threw an arm around you

"hey, you guys wanna come hang with me at the bar around 8? drink are on me~"

which instantly drew phoenix in

"hell, if you're buying i'm down! you, y/c/s?"

rooster just squeezes your shoulder and you nod slightly

"ah- yeah i'll be there, 'specially if roost here is offering!"

once he hears your confirmation he just slaps your back and runs off

"alright ladies y'all better not be late or deal's off!"

you and nat just laugh slightly and walk off to the locker room to get out of your flight gear and head home

once you hopped out of the shower, you had the problem of picking out an outfit, so you called rooster up for help

what possessed you to call him besides the fact he was your best friend was past you

he didn't have the best style as some would say (more namely, hangman)

but you needed a second opinion so he came as fast as he could

in about five minutes, rooster was flipping through your closet while you were sat cross legged on your bed in your underwear

course it wasn't weird for either of you two because you've been friends for years

anyways, the next second you feel a pair of jeans being tossed at your head along with a cropped white blouse

"alright get changed and change your bra to...this" he said while holding up a black lacy number

the way your eyes widened made him snort

"bradley come on- all the sudden you have fashion skills and you decide to use them like this on me?"

he just shakes his head and tosses the bra at your head

"that was so backhanded i'm almost hurt y/n-"

you just roll your eyes and pull the high waisted jeans on

"alright thank you- now get out and wait downstairs we're gonna be late"

honestly, checking yourself out in the mirror, you looked good

and you felt good too

you were ready, you joined rooster in his bronco and you two arrived at the hard deck with 10 minutes to spare

course as soon as you sat and rooster grabbed a couple beers for you both, phoenix arrives

and your jaw dropped

anyone could say the outfit nat was wearing was a bit plain, but she looked great in anything to you-

once she joined y'all at the table, grabbing a beer on rooster's tab in the process, the three of you caught up on whatever shit has been happening in your lives off base

about a couple minutes in, rooster excused himself while you and nat continued conversation

for once, you didn't feel so nervous around her

probably due to the alcohol you two were consuming-

eventually, the conversation slowed to a stop when you two realised that rooster had actually ditched you two

"that bastard actually left-"

"well its not all bad is it, nat?"

for once, phoenix was the one caught off guard and left blushing

"well, no, we've got free drinks all night and i'm on an unofficial date with you"

you just raise an eyebrow at this statement and lean in closer to her

"well, how about we go on an official date tomorrow after i give you that flight lesson hm?"

you don't know what possessed you to have so much confidence, but phoenix definitely enjoyed seeing you step up

"hm, i'd like that y/c/s"

#topgun #top gun maverick #topgun maverick imagines #natasha phoenix trace #bradley rooster bradshaw #mercedes' lil sleepover

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duiiness · 3 years ago

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hello chiluc nation im going to ramble abt the chiluc fic im starting

for starters; name! i think im gonna use "a taste of flames" because is it cool? yeah! thats all the reason why i wanna use it because its cool HELP

onwards,

though its gonna be a modern setting kinda thing and visions are somewhat there, the idea is that people do get visions yes, but they aren't very commonplace anymore, if that makes sense??? like people dont quite use visions anymore and vision holders tend to only keep theirs on them in case kf an emergency of any sorts! or more civilian based people, honestly, think of it like superheroes but weirdly complex because i habe thoughts

AND ALSO thr archons do walk as mortals but like in game few people are aware of this fact and they still hold whatever roles they did before but modern (i.e venti is a musician, likely small area and often spends the weekends performing in diluc's bar; zhongli works with hu tao at a funeral home; ei works as a CEO more or less since shes the only one with high power ranking out of the main three thats been revealed in-game; outside of that and really the only other one im gonna focus on is the cryo archon, who i think anya would be a good name for and shes the head of a mafia/underground organization which is the fatui and consider the archons in a power struggle of sorts maybe or at least the ones who interact to a degree im nlt too sure where to go on that one PLUS this isnt a solid idea yet so its bound to change because i also want to consider them working together as a detective agency almost like the one from bungo stray dogs in order to battle anya's attempt to grab power jt really depends on what yall think would be good SO HELP THIS IS A CALL TO PLEASE INTERACT ANF GIVE ME THOUGHTS this is so long imso sorry)

BUT after that okay so onwards to a more general speaking manner here okay sorry for the ramble okay diluc works at angel's share, a bar within the city, and often goes there during the night hours to work it since its a bar he owns, and maybe he has a daytime job because while he definitely has access to money if needed, he prefers to live off his own wages, he also is a single father and caretaker of klee, possibly diona as well but maybe more of a fill in than her adopted dad, we'll see BUT okay so usually, after hes put klee to bed and jean comes over to stay and watch the house (jean being the helpful co-parent because we stan friends raising kids together) he rides the train into the city to go do his night job, some days he does some days he doesnt yknow!! venti is usually there before him and when its his night to open the bar, venti usually is inside beforehand because he has a spare key bc ykmkw. venti BUT okay kaeya is often there as well! while he works as a manager/ceo or whatever kinda business man shit with favonious hq (jean also works there but moved to be closer to klee and diluc) and while the brothers are slightly estranged they do have a good relationship, theyre kinda nitpicky and rude to each other but they mean well and do care a lot for each other

OKAY JERE WE GO the main focus of the fic though its between ajax and diluc because they meet on the train, and several times too, ajax becomes interested in diluc because he 1. doesn't know who he is(famous hitman from fatui but no one outside of the organization really knows his face) and 2. diluc is feisty, hes snarky and rough and ajax absolutely loves that so he tries to find out more about him the more they meet on rhe train while both try to juggle their respective lives and also fall in love but wooo boy we're gonna have angst rivals to friends to lovers to some more angst shit im gonna throw in idk to we're together and happy fuck this shit and also klee likes ajax because cool dad BUT UH YEAH????? please interact and help me with this 😭😭

#chiluc #genshin #childe #diluc #writing #fan fic

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cezulian · 5 years ago

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according to someone on reddit that went to a test screening of it chapter 2, apparently the hockstetter car scene was longer and actually had patrick and henry actually go to drink beer together (patrick has to drink it through his ear). really hope that this scene somehow makes it back into the super cut (if we're even going to get one, that is), and i just realllly hope that there's going to be more bowers gang content in it as well.

You know.....one thing I didn’t like about Chapter 2 was that it was on some goofy shit....like Chapter 1 could be funny but it didn’t stop the whole movie for it like Chapter 2 did....and you know I’m very mad about that and I feel like this information right here is tricking me and trying to get me to get on board with they goofy shit which is hard for me bc like......

On one hand damn yall remember in the book how zombie Belch driving up in the car and the whole scene that followed was so harrowing and really showed us a side of Henry we hadn’t seen because he was speaking freely to a figure he knew wasn’t really his friend but still apologized to and tried to get some closure on and at the end when they drove up to the townhouse not-Belch told Henry to “Just shut up and get them” and Henry showed a surprising moment of hesitation where it made us question whether or not he was just resigned to his path that lead him to carry out this task set by It when really all he wanted was the feelings of acceptance that came with it despite his few moments of clarity as an adult where its apparent he’s not completely out of his own head and he’s not having a good time with any of this he’s being baited by the promjse of a job well done and manipulated through his feelings of self-hate and unworthiness having had his loneliness and vulnerability taken advantage of at his lowest point, and at that point of no return when he enters the townhouse it becomes incredibly clear that this guy has more than enough room in his head to realize what he’s doing, to stop, to really grow up and change but everything that could help him or help him help himself is gone and he has no strength left? Remember all that? Like if I want anything to be made up for in that film its that, and especially when Vic & Belch have already been replaced with Patrick as the most influential person in Henry’s life according to IT (besides his father, but that would accomplish nothing) which has so many fascinating implications when we know that in the book Patrick was THE representation of both the worst and most honest parts of Henry’s existence and the idea that this was also the case in the film universe, where Patrick was present from the start in Henry’s group rather than a late in the game addendum meant to symbolize Henry’s downward spiral, could say a lot if they chose to let it and also, like I’ve said many times before, raises questions about Henry possibly feeling responsible for Patrick’s death. I would really rather have that stuff explored then just scraps like what you mentioned thrown at my face by production like “Oh be greatful or fuck off”

Then on the other hand I’m really interested in the questions this brings about because it feels like it implies that It didn’t present Itself as Patrick, It just spit out his bones and told him to go get Henry which is actually wild. Was It like “I can put you under the bed but after that just go off I guess”? Idk

Anyway if you think they’re gonna give us more Bowers Gang you’re kidding yourself honestly. Or if they do its just gonna be some weird contrived shit that reads like a scene from 7th Heaven and has no bearing on anything character-wise and just based on the look Chapter 2 established for itself will if anything do more to misrepresent or otherwise just completely fuck around with important nuances in the characters and their role in representing the story’s main themes and in all likelihood will do it with a tone that says “Ok lets get some footage of the bad guys and how bad they are and lets make it quick so we can get back to filming ‘Disearnest Pandering the Movie Starting Bill Hader’ or whatever we’re gonna call it in post”

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whimsically-ominously-auspice · 5 years ago

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I hear two Atlanta Police Officers with missing vehicles called the Mayor and apologized to her for thinking of only themselves, admitted they were afraid that if they were in the same situation they would been fired as the other two in the Rayshard Brooks case and they couldn't allow that to happen to,themselves and the community so they wanted to show what would happen if it did because like me they all saw it as a justified homocide, a honorable weapon's discharge.

But after reading what i wrote last night. They fully regrret their decision and would like to have a meeting with her today, the entire 25 that stayed home for 3 days and they will all drive up to see her, in their personal cars of course.

Of course they got her mussing her mascara and all. Weeping she is. Don't mean she's weak. Just means she knows love. And she knows how evil attacks it and makes love so painful.

... ...

I mean I'm real surprised at Atlanta. I never had any problems with them they was always "The Next New Orleans" i called them.

Always just witchy with it. Good and a skip ahead.

So besides my anger at the situation created...

Look. I come straight outta the 90s.

Back then... Man. Our history been lost in 30 years. Our soul soul soul filled history. Its gone. It ain't there.

Back in the 90s we had about a 15 year break. From the protests from Vietnam War. Love not War Protests. We had them nice little 1950s with "Hello Technology: introduction to the TV" ONWARD to the "60s Hippies. Make love not War" taking it right onto the 70s which came back with the Civil Rights

So our 90s. Y'all they were the most beautiful. They were the combo of the 60s and 70s.

The riots and protests being taught to me and we made it big as we could with all the best parts of being a Human Rights Activist with brand new only 1990s fluorescent neon dripped could bring in.

That was all lost. Its all gone.

But the fight. The rights. THE TRUTH we went all 1950s and stayed in and raised our kids right. People wanna say shit about the Millennials. But we spoke truth. We spoke from our heart and we let them find,the truth as safe as possible and form their own opinions based on truth alone.

So now people wanna beat our kids. People i went to high school with they got high school graduates. Mine will be 17 this August. Real honest to God birthday and age.

Those are my babies. Our babies. They are our future. In 50 years they're gonna be like old man Bernie Sanders. 70 years old bent over fighting because we're gonna be near dead at 90 and more.

And people neglect and beat and ...

Man Our kids got it bad enough already. Simply because THEY KNOW THE TRUTH.

And man we got to protect them. Protect their hearts. Their minds. Their souls.

And they getting allllllll this stress. Put on them. Stress that is simply avoided.

By one dancing in the streets.

By 15 officers stating their badge numbers.

By the police owning up to who they are and why they exist.

Don't they want peace? Used to be they were called Peace Keeping Officers.

Now they called Lice Officers. Coming in on Native American Reservations claiming unwashed hair bread bugs. Let me tell you something. My daughter and I got lice a while back.. Like 8 years. The only thing that killed them was coating our hair in oil

Lice breath through holes in their exobody. So the oil makes them suffocate to death and die. Furthermore people whom smoke reject lice more frequently than those that don't. It takes me 3 months longer to get lice than a non smoker.

Peace pipe anyone?

So historically police aren't loved. They aren't wanted.

Being a police or military. It becomes a color of our skin. I'll post a tattoo that isn't finished being colored or lined. It's not done. I'll show you we can balance it.

Get out of your comfort zone. Step out of your skin.

We can't stop being black. We can't stop being what drives us to be police.

But we can control it.

"BURN ALL THEIR FUCKING CARS" demanded the international head of the CIA.

"No ma'am. This is what we did" they didn't tell me No before. They just did it. Because they knew it was better. They knew it would cause all 25 of y'all to have to stand up and say "my car is missing. This is how i feel. I do/don't want it back"

Where yall can't pretend what y'all did didn't matter and just get up and go to work the next day. All sneak in and get back to business.

No. You got a fucking problem. You forcing others to take on your load, Zone 5.

Were not walking away and being all its fine what ever. You got a problem. We need to tackle it in a for real state.

Foooorrrrr Reeeaaaalllll state.

You got a problem in your mind? Those become tangible. They aren't floating thoughts. They are what makes us do what we do.

Make it concrete. Take away their cars.

I ain't saying the charges will be dropped. That's all a whole other issue. I don't work in the justice system. Court. Law. I tell you how to win in court. But i ain't about telling some DA how to shove it. I just sue them. When its courts. I fight their game. With paperwork and all that shit. So like i said that's not on me to say the charges will be dropped.

When it's a basketball game you use a ball and circle to drop the ball in.

Use proper tools

Atlanta PD could and should said "alright let's picket the DA. Lets go in uniform. Leave our weapons in the car. Unbutton our shirts. Put red paint on our foreheads to show where they're hurting us. Show them the DA now made us defense less and stripped"

Half hour. 10 minutes. 2 hours. Don't matter. As long as you make that statement.

NYPD did that.

Sure i can ask Tree, tree why ain't you posted that? Taught them?

But why didn't NYPD pull out thier hands and say NBC, FOX. Where's them videos of what we use to do and so we can stop and make this shit right in the streets?

Thata all i did. That's all im doing now. Yeah I'm,the most brilliant and all

But the last since November i been telling y'all "shake them tail feathers"

How is Gary Trump's brother going into human trafficking for 24 years to be found by me. Then murdered by his brother that took his name and lied about who he was? And his brother didn't care. He said "ill go by Gary. It don't matter. Hes worked hard under my name"

How is the ACTUAL Donald Trump not allowed to be in a Black Lives Matter movement? How come no one is shaking their tail feathers to a man killed by the government for greed and white power?

The faux Donald Trump that is our impeached President is a racist.

So why isn't his brother being named? Black Lives Matter.

One person says "Let's Shake Our Tail Feathers".

Dont matter if you believe me. Its the movement. Quite literally.

Its confusing and alive and can make us all sick. It is its own plague. "Shake ya tail feathers" it's a mental plague if you refuse truth.

Regardless how i named it. I still taught it and spoke it. And led y'all to dance it.

Bye bye stress. Bye bye human trafficking.

Bye bye inequality.

Instead it's crazy

It was already planned to be crazy. Burning down buildings calling them Liberty Torches.

Civil Rights . Civil Liberties . take No Justice/Fairness and make it a sight to behold.

Is it fair to me financially to burn down my own economicially profiting legally businesses to make a Park and Garden where you can get fresh and,free vegetables and fruit for life? HELL FUCKING NO.

I got to pay security and taxes and i don't get a single domestic dime in return.

Kids go play on my slides and swings and wear them out having too much dam fun. Then i gotta spend More Money to make sure i am making sure they even get a single second to know what fun is.

I spent my whole life working. Every dam day.

One day I went out and I was 18 years old and i heard laughter. And i didn't know what it was. What made people laugh? How could people even be happy? Or want to laugh?

I was 18 years old. Didn't under stand a human thing.

And it just kept going and going and going. I wanted it to stop. I wanted to do whatever it took. And I didn't know why. Because i got my car keys out and opened my car door the second time that day. This time to make it stop. I put my car key between my fingers. Next thing i knew, I was sitting back down. And starting the car. Obviously my mom knew I was crazy with worry. And lost my mind. Shoved my ass back in the car and said "no you're just gonna leave and leave those innocent people alone"

I was so angry and bitter. And now my life is even worse.

If I couldn't attack them people. No one else can attack innocent people in public.

I don't care how fucked up you are. YOU CAN'T ATTACK SOMEONE FOR THEIR FREEDOMS.

Laughter. Black Lives Matter. Blue lives MATTER. All lives MATTER.

Some ignorant fool was arguing with a store clerk saying how her Black Lives Matter sign offended him

Watch me, #BLM #BLM ONE OF THOSE IS BLACK. ONE OF THOSE IS BLUE. TOGETHER WE ARE BRUISED BLACK AND BLUE.

Why can't y'all see and accept that?

We can't we be one. One truth.

One life to live

I can't live as Cleopatra or anyone of my past lives. I can't even live the life I led in the 90s. I can't even walk

We have one life to live and this is it.

So do we kill each other? Or do we protect each other?

Why aren't we being One?

When you're alone you can think of only you. You realize how important you are. We all need alone time.

When im with you i can only think about how important you are.

There isn't enough room in my brain to say how important we both are at the same time unless we do and think and act the same way all day long. Even for twins and clones its impossible.

So in my brain and in yours. You can only think about how much ONE life matters at a time.

ONLY ONE LIFE IN THIS WORLD MATTERS. WHAT ARE YOU GOING TO DO?!

We. Our. Us. You can't stop a great combination.

Power and love = unified. Unity. United.

Watch me, #BLM #BLM ONE OF THOSE IS BLACK. ONE OF THOSE IS BLUE. TOGETHER WE ARE BRUISED BLACK AND BLUE.

Stop the pain. Hold our hands. Let the love flow. Let the Heart speak until it sings.

So yesterday old Blackfeet and Regina didn't see each other for the DUMBEST thing. She said "oh baby ill move in the nursing home with you"

He says something all "nonsense that's dumb shut up" all Grumpy Bear.

I don't even want to be with you.

So i talked to Michael about their unique situation.

He could had said "I'm well enough to move into a regular home with you. We don't need the nursing home. I moved to (US state) to be with you. To be close to you because you mean more to Me than Anything in the world. And you deserve a big ole castle. Because i love you and we gotta do all this best and right. No nursing home. We got another 50 years plus i wanna be doing you on the kitchen table and not here. All I can smell is stinky old man diapers from the neighbor"

And she could said had he continued the fight "oh idk what I'm saying I've never even seen the nursing home. Do you mind i come visit you there? Id really like that"

It would taken ONE. Only one to stop their ninny war.

And they would been holding each other. With love.

Instead of living in Hell.

So, now what happened was we put it all on old dad. Because hes the Black Beethoven who can suddenly sing a ballad of symphony in the midst of telling some real bad history truth.

Then moments later Regina said "well i could said something different, too".

It takes two to tango.

So I challenge y'all to punch inequality in the face. BLM. there is no difference between.

Black. Blue. Red. Purple. Yellow. Green. All bruises.

Challenge each other. Black and blue.

Force it. There is no difference and it must be seen.

Chant it. Turn on the "Boombox" and dance together. Dance if some won't. But do it in their face.

Laugh. Be happy. In their face.

If they're bitter like an 18 year old me and don't have a Angel Mommy to bust their ass back down into a sitting position. Someone will beat the shit out of them. Someone will stop them and i Will go after them and send you services for legal and medical. Free.

Acknowledge.

You are hurt. I am hurt.

Lets Live. Lets be happy.

Lets try. Trying makes perfect.

"MOVE BACK"

"TAKE THAT FIRST STEP"

"MOVE BACK"

"SEE WE ARE HURT SAME AS YOU" point out the ones that have fear. The ones that try to intimidate. -- The I Can See You -- let them scream in your face youre nothing but a piece of shit. And yell back they're someone inside a police uniform. And you can see it.

Beat their asses like fucking Care Bears.

Teach you a little photography. 1. Dirty lens. Dry skin. 2. Lotions the skin. Hannibal lectur. 3. Cleans the lens. 4 & 5 close up with flash. 6&7 close up without flash.

After meeting some kids in college. Native Americans from tribes near Gallup. Very very. Very Racist.

I began to question my life long believe of how I could live with being a military based person. And being an Native American.

I didn't know. I just knew i could and it wasn't fair to me to destroy the very being of me. Simply because it don't make sense without actual factual historical documents.

Remember Oregon Trail was First. That made Atlas.

Then down the coast to find gold. So NM DONT KNOW SHIT ABOUT NO FUCKING TRAIL OF TEARS SO GET OUT MY FACE.

And so my owl... Its every thing. I didn't design it normal. It has wings that are out stretched yes.

But it has a secomd pair of wings. Which are pins from the United States Coast Guard. Those wings are like hands. To do things close by to the body.

Its slightly designed after a Hindu God. She has 6 arms.

Here the wings are keeping the body warm and safe and sound.

How could myself own an owl to represent my secret past of S.Leigh if it can't have hands to represent both my heart and mind?

There figlirliee on the head. That's not for me. Its because I think about you. The mass population of Earth.

I need more simply than what the Earth can provide in the reality of which exists on Earth.

There's an hour glass of water on it's side, traveling... My baby bird is flying with an hour glass.

If you look. You'll see a woman under and between the two shields. And she has "duck lips"

For the real "Not Gary Donald Trump"

Her lips are actually a heart. But they look off..

A rose each sits above the shields. A diamond in the midst of the tail feathers.

No piece

No area.

Is just a feather. A stroke of color.

Each is an item. There's no nothing. It is all something

The military did not just beat us and we took it as Muscogee Creek Nation. We built an Atlas. Recivejed the City of Atlantis -- the Spain sent supplies to help us for years. All the way from Florida.

There was Something. It all wasn't nothing

Or for nothing. Everyone looks for the truth. Looks for the Lost City of Atlantis and i am the one who sunk it. Because I am the Goddess.

The diamond has a purple eye. Diamonds are the hardest and toughest known substance.

Well i know my mind is gonna cut you and rip you apart from what I've seen. So my eyes are like diamonds. My mind

Our tounges are diamonds. We can slash each other apart.

Or we can acknowledge the riches we have.

My Ultimate Challenge is for the police to create a barricade when necessary. No weapons in hand. Hands on the top of their heads and chant BLM Bruises are the same.

We know black bruises hurt the worst, the same level as red.

Then purple. Then blue. Green and yellow rarely do.

So please fight blindness and inequality with me.

And please post it on the national news and international news. So that we know as a world we all fight together

Whether it's in the couches or in the streets.

Thank you for trying.

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