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deeptrashwitch · 7 months ago

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Earthquake

One-shot inspired by an episode of the k-drama Descendants of the Sun! Remember that the WTF belong to the marvelous @islandtarochips! Now, let's begin!

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The Specters and the WTF were involved in a mission regarding a branch of a cartel they both were hunting. At first they were sent to France to chase the two leaders they were looking for. As they arrived and raided the main building, they noticed how the objectives had already fled away.

“Wraith, where to now?” Alicia asked while all of them looked around.

“They split. One is going to Kiribati, but we have their live location over Kyrgyzstan.” Wraith informed through the joint line. “The other one’s going to Cyprus, right now arriving.”

Kanoa intervened from his comms as well. “Then we need to split as well, Origin. If we let them have any kind of advantage, they’ll disappear.”

Alicia nodded and made a sign to call her boys. “I agree. Where will you go, Alpha Six?”

“Kyrgyzstan, if we can intercept the bastard, we can get the locations.”

“Copy that, we will go to Cyprus then.”

Wraith intervened with a calm voice. “Alpha Six, you and your team can go with our pilot. I already planned a transport for the Specters.”

“Much appreciated, Wraith.” Kanoa said, then nodded at Alicia before going to get his people.

“Copy and over, guys, good luck.”

Soon Edward and Nicholas were flying the WTF to a base in Kyrgyzstan, meanwhile the Specters were on a carrier going to Cyprus as they were taking a look at some last minute files Wraith sent them to prepare themselves. They were arriving at night to the island and were meant to go to a building in a city near Nicosia. Although, Elliot was looking at the sky with a bad feeling.

“Something wrong?” Marcus asked curiously when he noticed Elliot’s frown.

“I just…have a bad feeling, y’know? But it’s odd, I can’t get a name to it.” He murmured a bit worried.

“You should tell the Captain.”

Elliot nodded, then his frown deepened a bit when he noticed the birds flying weirdly. “Yeah, I’ll go get her.”

As Elliot spoke with Alicia, Jackson was looking at the comms, noticing they were getting oddly cracked. When they contacted Nicholas about it, the man was confused but figured it out relatively quickly as they docked in Cyprus.They were driven to the city where they had the intel about their objective in silence.

Either way, they kept comms open.

“Alpha Six, here Origin, you copy?” Alicia asked calmly.

Kanoa answered with a chuckle. “Here Alpha Six, how’s the paradise island?”

“How funny.” She murmured with a smile. “We’re arriving at the building, fucking old by the way, you?”

“All done here, we managed to intercept it and we sent the intel to General Kalani and Wraith..”

“Good to hear that, have a good trip back home.”

“Thanks. Change and out.”

“Hehe, we’ll keep comms open just in case. Change and out.”

Soon the Specters went inside the building, noticing it was oddly empty. So they prepared for any kind of traps that might await them inside the building. With the rifles raised, they started to walk back against back as Elijah and Alexander climbed up to the ceiling beams. That was the way they moved for a while, with their recon and sniper cleaning part of the path and informing them about any kind of enemies or problems ahead, of which Noah and Elliot took care of.

At some point, Elijah and Alexander stumbled over the beams and it called everyone's attention.

They climbed down quickly, surprisingly uneasy as they walked towards the team.

“Delta, Hawk, what is it?” Alicia asked with a raised eyebrow.

“Something’s wrong, ma’am. Up in the beams, it shook.” Elijah murmured, shivering. “Not like us losing balance, but…literally shaking. It wasn’t strong but-”

“It’s not normal. That never happens.” Alexander interrupted, oddly serious.

Luke frowned and soon everyone was on high alert at what they said. The Lieutenant especially looked around and paled when he noticed some signs he knew well.

“What the-?” He murmured as he looked at some stagnant water now waving. “Oh fuck.”

“Harlem?” Jackson asked, now worried.

“Earthquake.” Luke murmured, and everyone tensed.

And in a second, the ground started to shake with enough strength that the huge machinery started to clink and fall.

“Origin, Origin! What’s going on?!” Kanoa asked over comms when they heard the rumble from the other side of the line.

“There’s an earthquake! We’re evacuating!” Alicia answered as they started to ran towards the exit to avoid being locked with the machinery.

“Wha-?!”

“CAPTAIN, THE PLACE IS COLLAPSING!” Luke shouted as the walls started to crack and explosions could be heard outside.

“Get out! GET OUT! EVERYONE RETREAT NOW!”

“WATCH OUT!” Jackson yelled with an edge of worry and fear.

Then a scream cut on the line, then it cracked and got cut off completely, just leaving static behind.

Meanwhile in Kyrgyzstan, the WTF seemed in shock as the static filled every channel they had available to try and communicate with the Specters. Tiala shared a look with Kanoa, then both of them looked at Agnes and nodded in silence.

Blast nodded back and sped away, running towards the plane where Edward, Nicholas and Francis were anxiously looking at the control console of the comms.

“What’s going on?” She asked Edward, panting from the run.

Edward shook his head and looked at Nicholas.

The comms expert seemed even more anxious than the other two. “I can’t get a hold of them. None at all. Lines are down completely.”

“What?” Agnes whispered worriedly.

Francis simply went to look for some documents in the meantime, all while Tiala, Kanoa, Aelan and Nigel arrived running. The Specters cartograph was frantic as he logged in to get some news in real time.

“Viper, what do you have?” Edward asked worriedly.

Francis was pale as he read the breaking news, then looked at his Sergeant, whispering nervously. “Cyprus was hit by an earthquake that's a 6 on the Richter scale. They were near the epicenter.”

Kanoa felt a cold shiver run down his back and the fear started to clench his chest. For a second the world stopped as his mind kept running at the speed of light thinking about all the possible scenarios.

“There’s seriously no way we can know how they are? None at all?” He asked, trying to keep his composure.

“Well, we all have trackers for our vital signs.” Edward explained, scratching the back of his neck out of pure nervousness and worry. “If Wraith can find the signal, at least we can know if they’re alright.”

“Good, good, is Wraith available?”

“Yes, sir.” Nicholas said, connecting with Black Tomb and Wraith’s office inside it. “We have her right now on channel three, connection stable.”

Kanoa nodded and took his own radio. “Wraith, here Alpha Six. You copy?”

“I’m here, Alpha Six, send traffic.” Wraith said as a keyboard clicked on the background.

“We’re aware of the situation in Cyprus right now. Sergeant Edward Jackson informed us about vital signs trackers, can you get access to it?”

“I’m on it, give me a second.”

For a second everyone stayed in silence as they waited. It was a heavy silence filled with tension, and Tiala was speaking with Edward to prepare everything to take flight as soon as possible.

“I…I don’t know.” Wraith murmured, scared to everyone’s shock. “I can’t find it.”

“Repeat that, Wraith.” Kanoa ordered, his voice trembling for a moment.

“I can’t find the signal of the infantry team or recon pair trackers. To this moment, we aren’t sure if they’re dead or alive…they’re MIA from this moment forward.”

Kanoa closed his eyes almost like he received a punch while Francis sat next to the control console with a trembling sigh. Nicholas simply frowned and kept trying to connect with their radios. Even Nigel and Agnes seemed worried and confused, not sure of what to say at that moment or even at all.

Meanwhile Tiala looked at his brother and noticed the fear in his eyes as he leaned against the wall of the plane. She walked to him and put a hand over his shoulder.

“We can’t- we need to go get them. I don’t wanna think they might be dead.” He whispered, unable to look up from the floor.

“Noa, breathe in.” She said, worried. “We’ll find them. I already spoke with the Sergeant, and we’ll be ready to fly to Greece and move from there to Cyprus.”

Kanoa nodded in silence, feeling a lump on his throat. The forty minutes that took to refill and prepare the plane felt like an eternity for everyone. And as soon as the plane was ready to go, they charged everything and took flight while Wraith coordinated everything with a base in Greece.

In the middle of the flight, Wraith told them more about the situation as Francis showed them a map of the island.

“I’m following the news live, and it seems like the epicenter was in Nicosia. The capital is almost destroyed, and the cities nearby are somehow in the same state.” Wraith murmured, sighing heavily while Francis showed them images of the disaster in Cyprus. “We can’t wait for the rescue aid services, the priority is on Nicosia right now. From what I can tell…it’ll be days until they get to the place where they are.”

“What about the UE aid?” Tiala asked with a raised eyebrow.

“They aren't ready yet, but the Greek government can assign a rescue dog and its handler for now to help us if we’re ready to help in the rescue.”

Kanoa sighed and looked at Aelan, who seemed thoughtful. “Aelan, if we encounter an emergency-?”

“I'll lead with it until we can take them to a hospital or medical tent, Captain.” She said with a nod, seriously.

“Good to hear.”

“We’ll go too.” Edward said from the pilot seat. “We might not be infantry, but this is our team too.”

“All hands are helping hands in these cases.” Kanoa said with a nod.

As they flew over Georgia, Kanoa just closed his eyes and pressed the back of his head against the wall. He sighed and tried to ignore the thoughts about the possibilities of what happened.

His hand clenched on a fist as he tensed. Not again. He won't lose anyone again if he has a say in it.

A couple of hours later, they arrived in Greece and Kanoa went to speak with the high ranked soldiers while the rescue dog and the handler arrived. It was Aelan who spoke with him, coordinating everything to start the search as soon as they took land. Soon they hopped into a helicopter to fly towards Cyprus to start the rescue.

The sight of the cities was discouraging, with the buildings collapsed, fires in some points of the cities and blocked roads. In a few minutes they arrived at the city where they had the last location from the team. And the first thing they saw was dozens of buildings destroyed on the floor while some people tried to help to find some victims of the earthquake.

“Alright, let’s move everyone! We have people to find!” Kanoa ordered in a roar.

“Yes sir!” Everyone shouted back and they started to move around the debris and the broken streets.

The dog and its handler took the lead and Aelan followed them while the rest started the search and to help wherever they could as well. Sometimes, the dog barked towards some piles of debris where they started to search. To everyone's relief, they found many civilians still alive, so Aelan helped as much as she was able while some medical staff arrived after the nearby hospital sent their ambulances.

As they kept searching, bodies started to appear as well, which only worried the WTF and the remaining Specters even more.

For a while they didn’t find much as Wraith also told them that the rescue aid from the UE was on their way, which made everything a bit quicker for them. While they kept searching, at some point, when the rescue dog was a bit far, it started to bark loudly. And that called Aelan’s as well as the handler’s attention, so they called some of the paramedic and aid personnel.

“Wait a minute-” She murmured at the same time she saw some smoke coming from under the debris near the dog, flare smoke. “They wouldn’t do something that stupid. Wait, it’s them, they would.”

Aelan ran towards the dog, who was scratching the debris and barking.

“Who’s there?!” Jackson’s voice asked, half worried and half relieved.

“Jackson!? It’s Aelan!” She screamed, avoiding the flare smoke . “Are you okay?!”

“We’re still alive and using gas masks! But we need medical treatment for some of us!”

“On it! Have you-?!”

“Done triage?! Yes! We have one that needs immediate transport, two that need evaluation, another two with apparent light wounds and the rest of us are safe!”

“Copy that!” Aelan shouted, then turned on her radio. “To everyone, I found the Specters infantry and recon team. I repeat, I found them.”

“Copy that! Where are you? Six and I are on our way.” Tiala asked through comms.

“Approximately eight kilometers from the medical tent, follow the smoke, it’s a flare.”

Nigel’s voice came through as well. “Blast and I are going with some rescue personnel. Everyone can hear you right now.”

“Alright, we have eight people, all survivors, most of them are wounded and buried. I have no report of any external agent that can complicate the rescue.” She explained looking around and seeing how pieces of the building were still up. “Seems to be a partial collapse, so there is a possibility of foundations still supporting the area.”

Soon the comms were in stand by as well, and Aelan simply stayed beside the opening from where the smoke came from. She narrowed her eyes to try and glance inside, sighing relieved when she noticed the light of a flashlight emerging as well, followed by the well known medic.

“Good to see you, Jackson.” She said with a chuckle.

He huffed and sighed. “Me too, Aelan, me too. How’s everyone out there?”

“We’re helping with the rescue labors while searching for you, and you?”

“...We’re still alive and that’s enough for us right now.”

Aelan nodded and as soon as the flare started to burn off, she lit a new one and helped as much as she could to move some of the debris that didn’t seem to be of structural support. Not long after, the rest of the WTF arrived with Edward, Nicholas, Francis and a group of rescue workers.

Bit by bit, the debris was taken off as the rescue personnel started to send a stretcher down. The first one that came out was Elijah, who was in the worst state of them.

The recon expert had an iron bar going through his leg, with his uniform already stained with blood. He was already in silence, simply exhausted despite the pain.

“The bar didn't seem to have punctured the femoral artery, either way, I haven't removed it in case I misdiagnosed.” Jackson explained to Aelan. “I stopped the bleeding, but still, he lost a lot of blood.”

Aelan nodded and helped to move Elijah to the place where the aid personnel were waiting before they rushed down to transport him to the medical tent. The next one was Alexander, who seemed to be hurting as Jackson explained that he was hit by some debris over his back.

“He hasn’t moved since the end of the earthquake, I haven’t allowed him in case he has a crack or something.” Jackson explained while Alexander was taken by the rescue workers.

“Understood.”

One by one, he helped everyone to get the wounded ones out. Kanoa sighed relieved when he saw that everyone was alive, even chuckling a bit when Nigel and Agnes running to speak with Marcus and Noah, both of them with light wounds.

However, he felt a shiver when he noticed how Alicia was unconscious. But before he could start to overthink, Tiala dragged him to talk for a second.

“Easy Noa, she’s okay.” She said to calm him down. “Jackson told Aelan what happened, she got hit by debris on the back of her head, but she’s unconscious because she was starting to panic bad.You know how Licia gets with dark places.”

“You sure?” He asked, worried.

“Wanna ask Luke? He’s already out.”

“Yes please.”

Tiala nodded and made a sign for Luke to get near, so the Lieutenant came near still covered in concrete powder and ashes.

“What is it?” He asked curiously.

“First of all, are you good?” Tiala asked.

“Just a cut in my arm, nothing serious.”

“Good, do you mind explaining to Kanoa what happened? He's getting pretty worried for Alicia.”

“Ah, about her? She got hit by debris in the head, but when we ended down there it was pitch black and…well, we all know Alicia doesn’t like being in dark places like that. Long story short, Jackson helped her to calm down and she basically went out cold. She’ll be fine, Captain Toa, I promise.”

Kanoa nodded and sighed again, relieved, then decided to keep helping with the rescue activities while everyone was sent to the hospital. It was hours, until late night, before they could finish their help. mostly when the UE rescue aids came finally. They were covered in dust and tired, but they decided to go see if they could see everyone.

However, Wraith told them, more calmly than before, that they were in a hospital on the Turkish coast while they got treated. Mostly referring to Elijah’s injury, since most of Cyprus hospitals were either destroyed or collapsed.

It wasn’t until three days later when they were able to go see them.

“Oh, c’mon! I didn’t die! No need to go mama hen with me here!” Elijah exclaimed, and it was heard from outside of the room.

“You shut up!” Noah exclaimed, half amused, half worried. “What if you fall down or something?”

“I’m not that clumsy, Noah!”

“Lie!” Nicholas intervened, laughing.

“Shut up!”

Tiala and Kanoa shared a look and chuckled.

“Seems like they’re alright already, eh?” Kanoa murmured.

Once inside, they found the eight of them in their stretchers, some of them talking and some of them doing other things, while Edward, Francis and Nicholas were sitting with them and speaking. Jackson was in a corner, just watching everything with a smirk, but also with a huge bruise on his face and arms.

When he noticed them, the medic nodded as a greeting. Aelan went to get an update from him while the rest went to say hi to the wounded.

“You look horrible.” Kanoa commented to Alicia, chuckling despite the spark of worry in his eyes.

“I know, the worst part is that my neck itches and now I have a bald patch.” She commented with a calm laugh, leaving her book aside.

“You do?”

“...Yeah.”

“Hehe, baldy.”

Alicia rolled her eyes, but smiled. “Shut up. But it’s good to see you, Noa.”

“Yeah, me too.” He murmured sitting beside her stretcher. “I was scared, y’know? For a second I thought you might be dead, and even just remembering you and your team were MIA…”

“I understand, don’t worry.” She said with a soft smile, punching gently his arm. “Also, since when am I easy to kill? You know I’d crawl back from hell if I had to.”

“Haha, how funny.” He said sarcastically while rolling his eyes.

Alicia laughed softly, and then looked at how Tiala was waiting for them to finish. So she smiled and waved at her, to which Tiala waved back and went to hug her gently.

“Good to see you, Licia.” Tiala said with a hum, sitting beside her and leaving a flower bouquet next on the nightstand.

“Likewise, Tia, it’s good to see you too. How did everything go?”

“Our objective is captured and being interrogated, and yours is dead.”

“For real?”

“We found the body after a while under the debris.”

“Huh, seems like the world took it in its hands.” Alicia joked with a smirk.

“Yeah, it seems like it.”

“Well, it ended well after all. But I can already guess Wraith will give us an update for the trackers.” She murmured, looking away. “And a scolding now that I think about it.”

“Oh yeah, even Wraith was scared.”

“Ah shit, what if I feign I ended deaf?”

“Alicia no!” Tiala and Kanoa shouted, frowning.

“Okay, okay, sheesh. Just let me rest while I get better, then I’ll lead with Wraith.” Alicia said with an ashamed smile, raising her hands as a peace gesture and chuckling.

#call of duty #cod oc #ocs #oc #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #one shot #one shots #my writing #friends oc #friends ocs #snippets #captain kanoa toa #first sergeant tiala shark toa #dr. aelan kalani #sergeant nigel squirrel harrison #sergeant agnes blast falagi

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dirtfullofwork · 7 months ago

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Breaking the silence.

Featuring my bestie @islandtarochips oc: Agnes and my oc : Sal

Here’s a short fic for your OC, Ruz, and her friend Agnes:

Warning!! Angst! (?)

The small barracks room was dimly lit, the only sound coming from the rain tapping softly against the window. Ruz sat on the edge of her cot, her head buried in her hands. Her black bun, usually neat and tightly tied, had loosened, strands of hair clinging to her tear-streaked face. Her brown eyes, now red-rimmed and glassy, stared at the floor as silent sobs wracked her body.

“Ruz?” Agnes’s voice was soft, careful. She stood in the doorway, her usually cheery demeanor replaced with quiet concern. Agnes was a fellow operative, a steadfast friend with a knack for knowing when to step in. She entered without waiting for permission, shutting the door gently behind her.

Ruz quickly wiped her face with her sleeve, forcing her expression into one of stoic neutrality. “I’m fine,” she mumbled, her voice cracking. “I’m fine Agnes…”

“No, you’re not,” Agnes replied, sitting down next to her. She placed a warm hand on Ruz’s shoulder, her touch steady and grounding. “Talk to me. What’s going on?”

Ruz hesitated, her resolve wavering. She wanted to keep it together, to stay the unshakable soldier everyone including herself expected her to be. She always found herself vulnerable and…weak when she cries Bit Agnes’s kindness was disarming..

“It’s—” Ruz’s voice broke, and she let out a shaky breath. “It’s just been so much, Agnes. The missions, the losses… everything.” She clenched her fists. “I try to be strong, but sometimes it feels like it’s too much, I don’t think I can work here anymore it’s so overwhelming..I..” she chokes out.

Agnes nodded, her expression understanding. She didn’t interrupt, letting Ruz speak.

“And then there’s this constant pressure,” Ruz continued, her voice trembling. “To not show weakness, to keep it together no matter what. I feel like I’m going to shatter, but I can’t. Not here. I miss her..” she wipes tears and looks away

“You don’t have to do it alone,” Agnes said softly. “We’re not just comrades, Ruz. We’re friends. You don’t have to carry all of this by yourself.”

Ruz’s shoulders sagged, and she looked at Agnes with tear-filled eyes. “But what if I fall apart? What if I let everyone down?, one mistake and someone might die when it comes to the army..I made mistakes and I don’t think I ever learned.”

Agnes shook her head. “Falling apart doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human. And letting someone help you doesn’t mean you’re failing. It means you trust them.”

For a moment, silence filled the room. Then, Ruz let out a long, shuddering breath, tears spilling freely down her face. Agnes pulled her into a gentle hug, holding her tightly.

“I’ve got you,” Agnes whispered. “Let it out. It’s okay.”

And for the first time in what felt like forever, Ruz allowed herself to let go, the weight of her pain lightened by the presence of her friend. “Don’t tell Nigel” ruz softly joked. Trying to enlighten herself and to change the mood

“Deal.”

#call of duty #modern warfare #cod mwii #cod mw2 #sal ruz le ciel #cod mw2 oc #moots #friends oc #islandtarochips things #islandtarochips #sergeant agnes blast falagi #besties

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kyber-collector · 2 years ago

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Hello and welcome to the first episode of:

My Best Friend Who Has Never Seen Star Wars Rates And Names Star Wars Men.

Today I had her rate the members of the Bad Batch.

#wrecker’s new name is johnny blast #sergeant hunter more like sergeant terry #I’m gonna make this a series #so prepare for more where this came from #star wars #the bad batch #tbb #tbb hunter #tbb crosshair #tbb echo #tbb tech #tbb wrecker #star wars humor #the bad batch season 2 #shitpost #star wars shitpost

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starleska · 11 months ago

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Fix-It Felix Jr. - How to Be a Heartbreaker a gift for the lovely @/undeadmario over on YouTube, as part of @canonrenaissance's Christmas in July event!!! 🥳🎉

#AHHHH i've never edited with Felix before but he's such a sweetie and SO much fun to make AMVs for hahaha #i had a blast!!! :3c #fix it felix #fix it felix jr #sergeant calhoun #sergeant tamora jean calhoun #hero's cuties #wreck it ralph #wir #starleskavideos #Youtube

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welldonekhushi · 4 months ago

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*everyone in the Shatrujeet Team even the others (our mutuals OC) are celebrating Captain Arjun’s birthday*

*and he was starting to open up presents before he’s got to the last ones*

Arjun, was looking at the box present: And who’s this might be from?

Kavya, smiling at him: This one was from Agnes.

Arjun: Oh? Well then. I hope it’s not one of those PRANKS. 😒

Kavya: Ajju, I’m sure she won’t go THAT far. Just opened it.

Arjun: Fine fine. *started to ripped the paper off and lifted the cover off*

Aditya: What’s in it, Captain?

Yuvraj, was standing next to Agnes from the back: What did you get him?

Agnes, smiled: Oh you’ll see.

*Arjun soon took out three different frames as he saw the first one that looks like a really good realistic drawings of the Shatrujeet Team and even the others (mutual OCs)*

Arjun, looked surprised: Huh. Impressive.

Kavya: Oh my. It seems like she’s making use of the gift she received on HER birthday. *smiling at Arjun*

Arjun, smile a little: I guess. *looked at the other photo frame before seeing another realistic drawing of him, Kavya and their son*

Kavya: Aaaaaw! I look quite beautiful in there.

Arjun, chuckled and looked at Kavya: You’re ALWAYS beautiful, my love.

Venkatesh, is talking with Agnes: You really do have some talent, Sergeant.

Agnes: Thanks! Although……I hope he likes the LAST one.

Yuvraj: Huh? Why wouldn’t he?

Arjun, look at the last one as he paused and stared at it: …………

Kavya, perked at her husband staring: Ajju? Something wrong? *took a look at it and she looked surprised before placing a hand over her mouth a bit*

Agnes, sweating a lot: Um…

Ventakesh: ……Blast? What is that last drawing?

Agnes: U-Uh-

Arjun: BLAST.

Agnes: !!! *took a peek from behind Yuvraj*

Arjun: Come here please.

Agnes, gulped before slowly walking over and stood in front of him: Y-Yes, Cap? *sweat a lot seeing him standing up*

Arjun, showed her the photo: What is this? How did you get it?

Agnes: I-I-I saw it. On your desk. And you know me with great memories. So I decided to draw it with my memories. And I thought you would like it in a different pose with him. And I know it’s wrong for me to bud into your business but I thought it might be nice for you to have something new. N-Not that the photo you have is bad or anything I-

Arjun: SILENCED.

Agnes: …………

Kavya: Ajju…

Arjun: You have NO idea…

Agnes, feeling nervous: I-I’m sorry sir…

Yuvraj, was worried for Agnes: Oh boy…

Aditya, also worried: ………

Arjun: You have no idea…… *gently touched her shoulder*

Arjun: Of how grateful I am of what you made.

Agnes, was shocked: R-Really?

Arjun, smiled a bit before looking at the photo: Yeah…you actually got every part of him right. I’m impressed. *smiling back at Agnes before pulling her in for a hug*

Arjun: Thank you.

Agnes: ………*smiled as she hugged him back*

Agnes: Of course, Arjun. Happy birthday.

Kavya: *smiled softly*

Yuvraj, sigh in relief: I thought she’s gonna die.

Aditya, hit Yuvraj’s arm: Really?

Yuvraj: What? I THOUGHT!

Venkatesh: *chuckled*

Kulshrestha: *smiled proudly to see the Captain*

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ARJUN!

🥳🎊🎉🎂

OH MY GOD TARO I ALMOST CRIED THIS IS THE SWEETEST THING YOU COULD EVER WRITE!! 😭🤍

Agnes drawing Lakshya and Arjun together in the final page pulls my heartstrings! To be fair, Arjun IS very grateful, because it felt like Lakshya also had finally come to wish him a happy birthday, as well. Not by physical presence, but through memories. Through Agnes' drawing, it has been conveyed more beautifully!

He's going to keep it in his special drawer with Lakshya's items — (the diary with poems and the fountain pen, with their last photograph) it has made it into Arjun's prime memories! Good job, Agnes! 🤍

And thank you so much for writing this, Taro! Arjun says thanks to you, too <3

#thanks for the ask!#islandtarochips #oc birthday #mutuals oc #call of duty oc #shatrujeet unit #sergeant aditya #staff sergeant yuvraj #lieutenant venkateshwar #oc: agnes 'blast' falagi #kavya dhingra

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loveaxolotls · 2 years ago

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Skylanders headcanons I thought of myself

- Since Roller Brawl is a vampire, I feel like she would be the same age as Mavis from Hotel Transylvania. Both 118

- Ro-Bow, Drill Sergeant, Blaster-Tron, Starcast, Drobit, Countdown and Jawbreaker are non-binary and go by they/them

- The Golden Queen’s full name is Golda Apple Valencia 24k Aureate

- Wash Buckler has 3 hearts

- Astroblast is a crystal alien

- Fire Kraken and Freeze Blade are the youngest in the Swap Force

- Mysticat is transgender 🏳️‍⚧️

- Star Strike and Starcast might be cousins

- Blast Zone is non-binary and goes by he/him or he/they

- Flameslinger is Vietnamese 🇻🇳

- Ember is a fire jinn (Jinn are kind of similar to genies but they can’t grant wishes)

- Barbella is a crystal golem and she’s a lesbian

- Prism Break is agender

- Head Rush is sapphic

- Torch is a fire elemental

- Chain Reaction is a metal golem

#skylanders #skylanders headcanon #roller brawl #ro bow #drill sergeant #star strike #starcast #wash buckler #fire kraken #freeze blade #golden queen #flameslinger #blast zone #mysticat #ember #barbella #astroblast #prism break #head rush

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islandtarochips · 1 year ago

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First EXPLOSIVE Impression

To let you all know, this is like a shipping idea for my crazy COD OC gal. AGNES.

*Alejandro and Kanoa were walking by to introduce the WTF with Los Vaqueros* Alejandro: Your team are very interesting, Captain. Gathering ALL of different Pacific's to join with you. Kanoa: Thank you, Colonel. I'm glad that your Los Vaqueros and my team are getting quite along. Alejandro: Haha! Same here, hermano. *while the two were talking they both jolted at the explosion in front of them* Alejandro: What was that?! Are we under ATTACK?! Kanoa: Uuuuuh...Noooooo. Come with me. *Alejandro followed Kanoa to where the explosions was at* Alejandro: *paused to see it was a woman teaching the Los Vaqueros about disarming the bomb* Huh? Agnes: *talking to one of the Los Vaqueros* Nah nah nah! You're GOOD! It takes practice! Kanoa: *smiling at Agnes before looking at Alejandro* Colonel, that's Sergeant Blast. Our BEST demolition expert. And I hope you don't mind her teaching your men of how to make or defuse the bomb. Alejandro: *seeing Agnes was enjoying herself with his men* .......Ella puede demolerme en cualquier momento~ Kanoa: What was that? Alejandro: AHEM. Nothing.

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sw5w · 1 year ago

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We'll Handle This

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:50:35

#Star Wars #Episode I #The Phantom Menace #Naboo #Theed #Battle of Theed #Battle of Naboo #Theed Hangar #Qui-Gon Jinn #Naboo security crest #unidentified Security Guard #Sergeant Tobias Pall #Eirtaé #Jedi robe #Jedi tunic #blast-damping shoulder pauldron #Naboo red

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koojinadethegilliard · 10 months ago

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GAAAAAAASP GASP GASP GASP OH MY GOODNESS WHAT WHAT WHAT WAHT WHAT WHAT WHAT I LOVE THIS MUCH THIS IS MY FAVOURITE ALBUM AND MY FAVOURITE BAND DYING AAAAAAQAAAAAAHAHAJGKAHGFNEHWGCFNEIYHSDGJFNAWEFHALI <3333

Focking love that band porcelain pets

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zhelin-thames · 6 months ago

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Where Danny meets the rest of the Lantern Corps and causes more chaos

[Danny gets whisked away to Oa, the Green Lantern HQ.]

Danny: [looking around at glowing green architecture] Whoa, it’s like Tron threw up everywhere. Hal Jordan: [facepalming] Try not to embarrass me in front of the Guardians, okay? Danny: [grinning] No promises, Green Dad. Hal Jordan: [groaning] I’m not your dad.

[Danny Meets Kilowog]

Kilowog: What’s the deal with the glowing kid? He’s not a recruit, is he? Danny: Nope. I’m Danny, half-ghost, full-time troublemaker. Who’re you? Kilowog: Kilowog. Drill instructor for the Green Lantern Corps. Danny: [mock salute] Nice to meet you, Sergeant Glowstick. Kilowog: [laughs, clapping Danny on the back] I like this one. He’s got guts.

[Danny Learns About Other Lantern Corps]

Danny: [flipping through a hologram book] So, there are other ring colors? Hal Jordan: [sighs] Yes, but most of them are dangerous. Don’t get any ideas. Danny: [grinning] Oh, too late. A ghost-powered Lantern sounds awesome. Hal Jordan: You’re already glowing! What more do you want?!

[Danny Meets a Red Lantern]

Atrocitus: [growling, his ring glowing red with rage] Who dares step into my sector?! Danny: [floating nonchalantly] Chill, dude. You’re gonna pop a blood vessel. Atrocitus: [angrier] You mock me?! Danny: [grinning] Not my fault you’re part of the anger issues club. Do you guys hand out stress balls, or…? Hal Jordan: [grabbing Danny and pulling him away] Stop antagonizing the rage monster!

[Danny Meets a Blue Lantern]

Saint Walker: [calmly] You radiate unusual hope for someone straddling life and death. Danny: [grinning] Thanks. You radiate spa-day vibes. Saint Walker: [smiling serenely] I shall take that as a compliment.

[Danny Tries to Join the Sinestro Corps]

Danny: [looking at a yellow power ring] Fear-based powers? I scare people all the time! This would totally work for me. Sinestro: [looming] You think you’re worthy of wielding fear? Danny: [goes ghost, glowing green with a chilling aura] Boo. Sinestro: [startled] …Perhaps you are. Hal Jordan: [snatching Danny back] Absolutely not!

[Lanterns Watching Danny]

Kilowog: The kid’s like a tiny tornado of chaos. Saint Walker: And yet, there’s potential in him. Hal Jordan: Potential to give me a headache.

[Danny With the Black Lanterns]

Danny: [walking into a dark room] So, what’s the deal with these Black Lanterns? Hal Jordan: [panicking] No. Absolutely not. Get out of here now. Danny: [grinning] What? I’m technically dead. I’d fit right in. Hal Jordan: [dragging Danny away] You’re not meeting Nekron. End of discussion.

[Danny Shows Off to the Lantern Corps]

Danny: [blasting ectoplasm everywhere] My powers are cooler than your glowsticks, admit it. Kilowog: Let’s spar and find out, kid. Danny: [cracking his knuckles] Bring it on, Hulk Lite.

Danny phases through every construct Kilowog throws at him, laughing the whole time.

Hal Jordan: [watching in the background] Why do I even bother?

[Later, Back on Earth]

Tucker: You went to space and met aliens with power rings?! Danny: Yup. Turns out I’m way better at glowing than they are. Sam: Did you actually join any of the corps? Danny: [grinning] Nah, they’d never survive me.

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dirtfullofwork · 6 months ago

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New years…

Summery: the task force and the warrior task force (other oc’s belong to @islandtarochips !!! I don’t own them! ) celebrate the final hours of this year together!

Ah..new years. The final day of the year brought a rare moment of break from all the chaos and terror for the Task Force after months of restless operations plans were finally arranged a celebration at a safe house

‘Nothing changed this year..squirrel still pull his pranks. Ghost is still..ghost..as if I know anything about him. I heard gaz is with tiala..I think..good for them there good people.. as for soap. He is still impulsive as ever.’

Ruz adjusted her turtleneck and she leaned against the kitchen counter watching her teammates and friends settling in for the night , the first air was filled with chatter and laughter, the perfect mixture of festive.

“Hey ruz” Agnes says snapping ruz out of day dreaming “you reckon this will be the year we finally retire?” She teases letting out a cheeky smirk

Ruz smirks and brushes a strand of her braided bun back into place “not if we keep on getting dragged into these missions”

“Sooo you gonna just stand there in the corner or your gonna join the rest of us?, it’s new years, not mission briefing time” Agnes was right. It’s the very few times they get to manage to ease up..

“I’m not..I’m just watching the chaos ” ruz replied pushing herself out the counter and took a sip of a drink.

And chaos was right. Soap found himself trying to find a way to set up some illegal fireworks meanwhile tiala and gaz were deep into conversation talking about whatever they talk about. And ghost as expected was just looking around silently and price and nik were aswell talking, there laughter rumbling throughout the room.

As ruz stepped into the main room Nigel glanced up and joked “ah..the brooding Brit herself got any plans to lighten up before midnight..”

Ruz frowns. “I’m not brooding what’s with you guys …”she pouted as she tugs down her dark blue dress “and..depends. What on the agenda?”

Agnes replies for Nigel

“Fireworks!!” Agnes declared, slamming her hand into the table “me and soap are planning to set up fireworks.”

Kanoa speaks “what with you two with explosives, might as well job a job including explosives..”

Ruz replies “well this is kinda the job for it. Along with lack of of sleep.” She joked.

Tiala speaks, her eyes narrows “I thought we agreed we’re gonna keep it low-key..”

“We did” soap said as she lifts his cup of hot cocoa into his lips sipping it “but Agnes has never understood subtlety..”

“I can’t help it! Either you go big or go home ” She exclaimed in defense

Ruz chuckle and took another zip of whine before feeling a wave of tipsy-ness

“I’m gonna get some fresh air..”

agnes brows furrow in slight concern “I can come with you”

“No no I’m fine. Thanks though” ruz reassured before grabbing a sweatshirt to cover her exposed sleeves.

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Ruz enhails, the air cold and frosty before exhaling and closing her eyes, savoring the moment before she heard footsteps upcoming, snow crunching against each step

“Oi, watchu doing here alone?..” the fimiliar strong Scottish voice filled her ears.

“Oh I just needed some fresh air I’m tipsy.

“Na ya wouldn’t wanna miss the countdown would ya ?”

—————

By 11:30 everyone was bundled up in the snow as they prepared to watch fireworks in the distance far from them through a ridge overlooking a valley

“Here’s to another year of not being blown up!!!” Soap cheered, raising a mock toast

“Or worst..” ghost mummers, earning a laugh from price

Ruz stood there in the edge of the ridge, holding a sparkler and she smiled as the clock hit midnight

“Happy new year!” The crowd exclaimed, voices echoing! Ruz finally found something worth fighting for, eachother.

“Ay happy new year!” Soap cheered and suddenly wrapping arms around ruz, hugging her, sharing his happiness, his embrace strong, almost crushing, knocking the air out of ruz and lifting her off the ground , soap was not shy showing his physical affection..

“Agh! Shit!..” ruz wheezes out.

Nigel teases “and I thought ruz hugged tightly

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jennxxe · 1 month ago

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Clean cut.

pairing — erik campbell x fem! reader

summary — you go get a belly piercing ;)

warnings — 18+, vaginal sex, p in v, getting a piercing done sooo needles -> he makes it hurt more on purpose, cursing, eating out, fingering, THAT DAMN PRINCE ALBERT PIERCING, public sex, sex on job, no protection, creampie, getting caught, dom erik, he is lq an asshole

a/n — english IS NOT my first language so u might see a major mix of american and british wording <3

The parlor was dead. Not unusual for a Wednesday afternoon. Erik was slouched behind the counter, picking at the edge of a healed tattoo on his wrist as some loud rock song blasted from the nearby speakers. He wasn’t even pretending to work. The appointment book was blank for hours, his boss was out, probably arguing with a supplier about ink prices or flirting with someone twenty years younger, and Erik was killing time the way he always did: zoning out and trying to fight the inner demons telling him to impulsively tattoo himself again.

Then the bell over the door rang.

He didn’t look up at first. Most people walked in, saw the flash portfolio of poorly drawn roses from his boss’ early years, and walked right back out. But this one didn’t. You stepped in like you belonged there. Confident, slow, but not the fake kind of sexy. The real kind. No effort. Just existing.

Oh.

Well, fuck.

Black jeans. Black top. Belly showing—smooth, soft, pierced already? No, not yet. You walked right up to the desk like you knew exactly what you wanted. He sat up straighter, but kept his usual half-bored look.

“How can i help you?” he asked, the forced customer voice coming out dry as hell.

You leaned on the counter. “Looking to get a belly piercing.”

Erik exhaled through his nose, tapping the pen against the clip of the waiver forms. “Any chance you’re eighteen? Or is this gonna turn into me losing my job?”

You just hummed, pulling your ID out of your bag. You slid it across the counter like you’d done this before. Maybe not the piercing, but the part where you didn’t waste time. He liked that.

He took it, flipped it lazily between his fingers. “Shit. A real adult. Scary.” He hands it back. “Name’s Erik. Paperwork’s over there. Sign it so I don’t end up in court.”

You didn’t flinch. Picked up the clipboard, filled it out with a rhythm that said you weren’t nervous. Just bored. Or maybe calm. Same difference, in his experience.

He watched your hands. The way your fingers moved. Quick. Confident. Jewelry on your knuckles. You looked like the kind of girl who said what she meant and didn’t ask for permission first. That did something to him. You finished. Handed it back. Still didn’t smile.

“This way,” he said, nodding toward the back. The piercing room was small, red-lit, and always too warm. Like being inside someone’s bloodstream. Not his call. His boss thought the color was “edgy.” Erik thought it made everyone look like they were bleeding out.

“Hop up,” he said. Gloves snapped on. “Shirt up. Not for fun, unfortunately.” You laid back, lifted the hem, settled like it was nothing. He sterilized the skin. Marked the spot. Grabbed the clamp. Everything neat, practiced.

“You breathe in when I say. Out when I say. Don’t fuck it up.” He jabbed a finger at you like he was the drill sergeant of piercings.

You rolled your eyes, smirking. “What, you gonna hold my hand through it, too?”

Erik blinked. Did you just... sass him? Yeah, you did. And goddamn if that didn’t make his blood pressure spike.

“Well, maybe I will,” he muttered, sliding the needle closer. “For someone with that attitude, I might have to make it sting a little.”

You laughed, short and sharp, and he caught it like a challenge. So he did. Just a fraction longer with the needle. Enough for you to tense up, grit your teeth. Not enough to make you scream, but enough to make it clear this wasn’t a joke.

You glared, caught him looking. “Asshole,” you said.

He shrugged, pulling the clamp away like it was no big deal. “Told you not to fuck it up.”

You sat up slowly, fingers brushing your fresh piercing like you weren’t sure if it was real or just some weird new weight on your skin. Then, with the kind of casual confidence that drove him crazy, you bent down to grab your bag. Erik’s blue eyes caught the curve of your back, the way the light hit her skin just right.

And before his brain even had a chance to think, the words slipped out.

“I charge extra for turning me on, just so you know.”

He froze. Shit.

You looked up, eyebrows raised, a slow smile curling on your lips like you knew he meant it, even if he was too proud to admit it. Erik cleared his throat, trying to sound like he’d planned the whole thing.

“What? Gotta warn people about hidden fees.”

You laughed. He pretended to wipe his hands on his jeans, but damn if his heart didn’t just skip a beat. He shifted in place, one hand instinctively dropping to cover the bulge in the front of his jeans like it was some kind of emergency. Not that he wanted you to notice… Definitely not.

“Damn,” he muttered under his breath, more to himself than you. “Keep it together, Campbell.”

You caught the movement out of the corner of your eye and smirked just a little, like you already knew the effect you had. Erik cleared his throat, shoved his hands deep into his pockets, and tried to act like nothing happened.

“Like I said, extra fee. Keeps things interesting.”

You slung the bag over your shoulder but didn’t move toward the door. Just stood there, eyes on him like you were thinking something over. Dangerous kind of silence.

Erik didn’t move either. Still playing it off, like he wasn’t hiding the fact that his jeans were suddenly had a tent in them.

“You good?” he asked, voice a little lower than before.

You tilted your head. “Yeah. Just wondering something.”

“Oh yeah?”

You took a step closer. Not playful, purposeful. Eyes steady on his like you could read straight through all the shit he tried to hide behind sarcasm and black clothes.

“What happens if I don’t pay the extra fee?”

That made his jaw twitch. Heat lit up his spine like a fuse. He didn’t answer. Didn’t need to.

Because the second you were close enough, his hand shot out, curling into your shirt like a reflex. Pulled you in, hard, right into him. The kiss hit fast, rough, all teeth and impulse. He didn’t think, didn’t plan, just slammed his mouth against yours like he needed to shut you up and taste you at the same time.

You kissed back just as hard, fingers threading into his messy black hair, tugging a little—enough to make him groan into your mouth. His hands slid to your hips, gripping tight like he wanted to anchor himself or maybe ruin you a little, too.

The taste of you. The sound you made when he bit your bottom lip. The way your body pressed into his, like you weren’t just letting it happen.. you were in it.

He pushed you back until you hit the wall, hard enough to rattle the frame behind you. Didn’t say sorry. Just kissed you deeper, rougher, like he was trying to unmake your mouth with his own. His lips started trailing down your jaw, biting at the edge of your throat, and you gasped just loud enough to make him dizzy.

“Shit,” he breathed against your skin, voice wrecked. “You’re a fucking problem.”

Your laugh was breathless, smug. “Then do something about it.”

Your hands slid up under his shirt and he flinched—not from nerves, just from how fast his body reacted. You traced the line of his stomach, felt the cold steel of his nipple piercings under your palms.

You paused. He bit your bottom lip.

“Yeah,” he said, voice low. “They’re real.” Your fingers flicked one, gentle at first. Then firmer. He hissed through his teeth, head dropping to your shoulder. “Shit. Keep doing that and I’m gonna fuck you right here.”

You didn’t stop.

His hands were already under your shirt, pushing it up, not bothering with gentle. He wanted to see. To feel. Skin against skin, your body warm against the metal pressing through him. He swore under his breath, grinding against you like it was instinct, like he needed friction or he’d combust.

Then your hand dropped lower. Over the front of his jeans. And when you pressed your palm there, he shuddered.

Yeah. You felt it.

“Fuck,” he muttered again, low and desperate. “If I let you see what else is pierced, you better know what you’re doing.”

Your breath caught. But you didn’t move away.

You didn’t say anything, just leaned into him, lips brushing his jaw in a slow, deliberate tease. Your hand moved to the hem of his shirt, pulling it up just enough to reveal the countless tattoos on his chest and stomach.

Erik caught the motion, his pulse spiking. He grabbed your wrist, holding your hand against his chest for a moment. Before he could think twice, Erik’s other hand dipped lower, fingers tracing the curve of your hip.

His mouth found yours again, harsher this time, teeth grazing your bottom lip as he kissed you like he was going to die tomorrow. His tongue slid inside, claiming your mouth with a fierce urgency.

You responded, hands threading through his hair, tugging him closer as if you wanted to drown in him. Erik’s body pressed against yours, hard and unyielding, the sharpness of his piercings a thrilling contrast to the softness you offered.

“Oh, ho-ly fuck.” Erik groaned, hands gripping your waist tighter as he spun you around, pressing your front against the cold wall. His lips trailed down your neck, teeth grazing, tongue flicking, each touch a promise and a threat all at once. The wall was cold in front you, but the heat between you was molten, dangerous.

Your breath hitched, body arching back into his like you were looking for more. Erik didn’t hesitate. Pants came off in one rough pull, exposing skin that was both scarred and marked, tattoos looking even darker in the dim red light. The silver bars through his nipples caught your gaze again, sharp, electric.

You reached behind you, fingertips tracing the metal slowly, deliberately. The touch was soft but enough to send a jolt straight through him.

“Shit,” he muttered, voice low and rough. “You touch those again, I’m not responsible for what happens.” Your hands slid under his jeans, hot and insistent, fingers wrapping around him through the fabric. His breath hitched, hips pressing forward, reacting before his brain could catch up.

He ripped your pants down in a brutal motion, bare skin meeting bare skin, electric, raw. His hands mapped your body—hipbones, the curve of your waist, the slight dip of your back—memorizing every inch.

You shivered under his touch, breath catching as his fingers found the hem of your panties. Slowly, carefully, he peeled them down just enough to reveal the wetness between your legs. In no time he was naked as well.

His fingers ghosted over your cunt, tracing your clit, then pressed lightly, making you gasp.

“Damn,” he said, voice thick. “You better leave me a five star review after this.”

He kissed down your neck again, teeth grazing sensitive skin, tongue flicking teasingly. He made hickey after hickey as his middle finger pressed into you, the ring he was wearing making you hiss lightly.

The cool steel of his Prince Albert piercing brushed against your inner thigh, sending a shiver through you both.

Erik stared at you, his blue eyes betraying that he’s contemplating something. He licked his lips, his gaze fixated on your most intimate area. After a moment of hesitation, he seemed to come to a decision.

“Fuck it,” he muttered under his breath, dropping to his knees behind of you. “Spread your legs a bit.”

As he was placing soothing kisses along your inner thighs, you arched your back. He could also see exactly where his finger disappeared into you. It made his cock twitch.

Erik pulled his finger out before pressing a feather-light kiss to your clit, feeling the heat against his lips. A soft moan escaped your lips as he traced the tip of his tongue along your slit, savouring your flavour.

"No wonder you act like that—walking around with a pussy like this," he mumbled against your folds before he could stop himself. He paused and pulled away slightly, “… I don’t know why the fuck I said that, pretend it never happened.”

You look back at him, smirking. “You mean how you said that— ow!” He bites your clit lightly before you can finish your sentence, arm curling around your hips so you get a clear view of him showing you his middle finger.

He delved deeper, licking and suckling as your hips rocked back against his face. Two fingers probed your entrance as soon as he pulled away, sliding in easily thanks to your wetness.

Erik worked his fingers in and out, curling them to hit that sweet spot inside that made you see stars. His blue eyes were focused intently on the view in front of him as his other hand unconsciously started stroking his cock.

He pulled his fingers out, slow on purpose, watched them glisten in the red light. Wiped them across his tongue, like he was tasting something expensive. Then he stood up, dick hard and twitching in his fist, and looked down at you like you were a problem only he knew how to solve.

“Table,” he muttered. “Now.”

Not a request. You hesitated—half dazed, half drunk on whatever the hell that just was.

He smacked your ass, not playfully. Just to move you. “I said, get the fuck up there.”

No sweet tone. No smirk. Just pure impatience and the kind of lust that felt like it was about to boil over.

You stumbled a bit climbing onto the cold metal, but he didn’t help you. Just watched, running his hand along his length like he was sick of waiting.

And when you were finally where he wanted you—on your knees, hands bracing the edge—he stepped up behind you, close enough for you to feel the heat of him.

He leaned down, breath against your ear, and said low: “You wanna act like a bitch, fine. But you’re taking all of it. Don’t cry about it after.”

You glance back at him, breath still shaky. “...So. No condom?”

Erik’s already lining himself up, one hand gripping your hip like he owns it.

“Nah.”

A beat of silence.

You blink. “That’s it? Just nah?”

He smirks, eyes dragging up your back. “You think I ate you out like that and wasn’t gonna go in raw?”

You open your mouth to say something smart—he cuts you off by pushing in.

Conversation over.

He pushed in with one long, deliberate thrust—and you felt it. Not just him. The piercing.

Cold, smooth, and then—God. The way it dragged just slightly on the way in, brushing that sensitive spot inside you like it was designed for one thing and one thing only: driving you absolutely out of your mind.

Your mouth fell open, a sound catching in your throat.

Erik just groaned through his teeth, hands gripping your hips so tight you swore you’d bruise. “Yeah,” he hissed, voice wrecked. “Feel that?”

You nodded, too far gone for words. He thrust again, a little harder—and the way the metal shifted, hit just right—you swore your knees almost gave out.

He leaned forward, lips grazing your ear as he slammed in deeper. “Fuck,” he bit out, jaw clenching. “You feel like you were made for this.”

That damn ring made every stroke feel like too much, like he was rubbing your nerves raw from the inside and Erik knew. He could feel the way your body clenched around him every time it caught, and he started chasing that angle like a man possessed.

"Not so mouthy now, huh?" His breath was hot at your neck. "Thought you'd be tougher than this."

And still he kept going. Each thrust rougher, more perfect than the last, until all you could think about was the feel of him, the stretch of him, and that unholy pressure of cold steel and heat dragging you closer to the edge with every brutal, perfect snap of his hips.

He was close. You could feel it in the way his rhythm turned erratic, rougher. His hand fisted in your hair, the other gripping your waist like he was anchoring himself to your body or maybe just claiming it.

“Gonna fill you up,” he groaned, low and feral. “You better take every—”

The door opened.

Both your heads snapped up.

Erik didn’t stop.

He should’ve. He didn’t.

His boss froze mid-step. “What the—are you serious, Campbell?! On the piercing table?!”

You gasped, a garbled mix of embarrassment and moan, but Erik just locked eyes with the guy like he was being inconvenienced, not caught raw-dogging someone naked in the middle of the shop.

“Dude,” Erik snapped, breath ragged. “Knock.”

Then he buried himself to the hilt and came.

Hard.

His eyes rolled back, jaw clenched, every muscle tensed as he emptied inside you with a low, wrecked grunt—still staring his boss dead in the face like it was a power move.

You trembled under him, completely wrecked, and the worst part? He didn’t even look apologetic.

The boss made some strangled sound, already backing toward the door. “I’m writing you up for this—Jesus Christ—”

Erik just grinned through heavy breaths. “Make it two. I ‘finished’ on the clock.”

Translation? Yeah, write me up twice. One for screwing on the piercing table, and one for ejaculating while technically still on the job—like he's being "paid" while busting inside you.

#final destination #final destination 6 #final destination x reader #final destination bloodlines #erik campbell #erik campbell x reader #the final destination #final destination franchise

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