#this is kinda bad ??

[colourstreakgryffin]

I had a silly idea, what about an Cheshire Cat!reader x Alastor? (Feel free not to do this dearie ( ·∀·) )

Haha. OMFG. A Cheshire Cat would really match with Alastor well! So, thank you, Lady Beelzebub! I’ll try this out!

Alastor- A Little Game

Vaggie has been so frustrated. Charlie has been trying to ease the crew. Husk is on the verge of murdering somebody. Niffty is annoyed that her cleaning equipment is gone. Angel is quite amused by what’s going on and Alastor is very invested in the cause

Lately, the Hazbin Hotel has been dealing with a suddenly appearing invisible menace causing pranks after pranks nonstop; locking or trapping up doors, stealing items and storing them high up, whispering out in the halls at night

Alastor didn’t suspect he’d ever run into the culprit of all this trouble but he has. After Charlie had been giving Vaggie a calmdown pep talk, the Princess politely asked Alastor to check around the hallways for any more prank remnants, the Overlord did so, just to see what he may find… and he made a incredible discovery

A floating cat-like sinner with magenta and pink colouring, most importantly, a big Cheshire wide grin. A rival of Alastor’s own smile and with almost half a body, as if cut in half

The sinner was in the midst of setting up a trap consisting a big silver bucket full of thick blood over the top of Alastor’s own hotel room door, but they’ve been caught in the act

And Alastor doesn’t plan on dealing out punishment… he’s too amused

“Ah… you must be the little troublesome beast causing so much disrupt in this Hotel?” Alastor asks almost immediately with literally no malice towards what’s been going on, his transatlantic accent smooth and almost making his voice sound more friendly and warm than he actually is as this cat sinner… or otherwise, you

Just giggles under your breath and disappears into thin air properly with the wide grin floating in the air for a few seconds almost magically before dissipating with you

“And if I have?” Your voice rings out after a few more seconds of silence, disembodied, invisible. You can’t be tracked with eyes but Alastor’s powerful magic can pinpoint where you are by detecting your own demonic magic, sharply looking over his shoulder to be greeted with your floating head

Just your head… no body, it’s like before when it was half of your torso. Now, it’s just your head. Your magic is a lot like the storybook fairytale character, Cheshire Cat

But that’s because you’re the most Cheshire Cat person anybody will ever met. Alastor couldn’t help but be so amused by you; you’re skilled, you’re snarky, you know what you’re doing and you’re resourceful, good at planning

Able to have avoided being caught by everybody in the Hotel for months now and you’re lucky enough to have been caught by the one member who enjoyed the chaos and madness the pranks caused

“I believe you must avoid the others if so” Alastor proclaims, almost mysterious and still silky in that radio-laced but classy and dapper tone as you tilt your head confused. For the first time, you’ve been snapped out of your mischievous chaotic demeanour

You suspected him to bark, to growl, to be annoyed so him not is so odd to you but quickly brushing it off, you manifest your whole body into frame. Cute fluffy striped cat-like ears flicking and long fluffy cat-like tail curling around, almost like a coil spring

You couldn’t really understand this Overlord, something you don’t like. You’d prefer people to be confused by you, by your style of insanity and madness, by your enjoyment of causing so much disorder and high-tension emotions

You were about to speak, basically floating over his shoulder before Alastor beats you to the punch. You can’t tell if you’ll like him or despise him with the way he speaks, almost condescending

“If you’re going to make my project topsy-turvy, I suggest do a better prank”

[berryjoong]

✩ late nights - bang chan ✩

pairing: chan x afab/fem reader

summary: quiet nights like these were truly the best sometimes, just you and the man you loved most, safely tucked in each other’s arms.

word count: 932

warning: smut under the cut, minors do not interact! unprotected sex (pls stay safe out there lmao), cockwarming, not quite somniphilia but chan and the y/n are just vv tired, creampie, use of pet names (baby, sweetheart, angel)

a/n: this isn’t my best work lmao rip to my writing. feel free to leave a request though if you’d like (:

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quiet nights were truly the best sometimes.

you were curled up on your boyfriend’s chest, an inch from sleep. your head was tucked safely against his neck, his head leaning on yours.

chan had his arms wrapped snugly around you, ensuring you stayed as close to him as possible. he shifted his hips just slightly, accidentally pushing his cock deeper inside you.

you let out a soft whimper, lightly clenching your thighs that hung on either side of his hips. your walls fluttered around him, causing him to let out a soft groan of his own.

“fuck, baby,” came the sleepy words from his lips. he turned his head to the side slightly to place a soft kiss on your temple. finding yourself in a position like this wasn’t uncommon, both of you too tired to really do anything else. you loved the intimacy that cuddling like this brought, the two of you at your most vulnerable.

chan utterly adored the way your skin felt on his and feeling your weight on him was like a security blanket. and with your tight heat snugly around his cock, he was able to just relax like he wasn’t able to any other way.

it wasn’t always sexual, sometimes you would just lay tangled together, you on top of him and chan’s dick deep inside you. you’d stay there either until you both fell asleep or chan got needy. hushed praises and gentle kisses were always pressed into your skin, like chan would just fall apart without you. he’d slowly thrust up into you until you both came, you clenching around him and him spilling inside you.

tonight, you weren’t sure which way it might go. you both were exhausted, you and chan had had long days so neither of you were up for anything more strenuous.

when chan came home, you were already in bed, half asleep. your boyfriend had gone to shower, washing away some of the stress from the day before climbing into bed next to you. it had taken only a second for you to understand what he needed in that moment. you shed your clothes and rolled on top of him, sinking onto his thick length. you let out a soft mewl at the feeling while he groaned quietly, hips involuntarily bucking up into yours.

and now you were curled up safely against him, sleep just a moment away. the two of you were still for a few minutes more before slowly, you felt chan start pushing up into you, unable to hold back anymore.

you whined quietly, feeling your walls fluttering around him already. chan tightened his arms around you, letting out a groan into your shoulder as he continued lazily fucking up into you.

“mm, love you so much, sweetheart,” he breathed, his voice barely more than a whimper. he continued rolling his hips up into yours and nuzzled his nose against your neck, leaving a few light kisses on the soft skin there.

you let out a whimper of your own as your legs tightened once again on either side of his hips. chan’s hands slowly slid down to your waist, gently holding you still as he kept pushing into you. one of your hands found its way up to his shoulder, while your other hand tangled itself in his curly hair as you tried pulling him closer. he groaned softly at you pulling on his hair, the sound muffled as he pressed a kiss to you neck. it didn’t take long for both of you to get close to your highs, chan speeding his hips up as he thrusted into you.

“just a little more, baby. you almost there?” he knew the answer before he even asked it, the way you clenched around him every other second was more than enough of an answer.

you nodded quickly even so, letting out another moan that was more of a whimper than anything else. you pushed your hips down against his, feeling yourself teetering on the edge of the high chan had been working you towards the past few minutes.

“fuck, i- i’m cumming,” you whimpered out as chan thrusted deep and hard into you a few more times, pushing you over that edge and falling into your climax. you came with a soft, high-pitched whine, clenching repeatedly around his cock as he fucked you through your orgasm, now chasing his own.

with a low groan, his hips stilled against yours and he emptied himself inside you. chan took a deep, shuddering breath as he shallowly rutted into you a few more times, coming down from his high. he pressed a few soft, open mouthed kisses to your neck and shoulder, keeping you held against him for a moment.

“i know i should get us cleaned up, but i don’t wanna move now,” chan mumbled out a moment later, his words already starting to slur with sleep and exhaustion. “so comfy, so warm…”

you yawned, letting your eyes fall closed. “then stay, we can be grossed out and clean up tomorrow.”

your boyfriend hummed, eyes closed and already back to being halfway asleep. “sleep now, clean tomorrow. love you so much, my angel.” he pressed a sleepy kiss to the top of your head and gently hugged you tighter.

“love you too, my sweet channie,” your own words were soft as you nuzzled your head into his chest, drifting off to sleep as well.

these nights were always your favorites, content and satisfied, safely tucked in the arms of the man you loved most in this world.

[brie-annwyl]

It’s all a lie

Pre outbreak! Joel Miller x reader

Summery: Joel Miller is in love with his asshole brother’s girlfriend, what could go wrong?

Warnings: illusions to sexy times, Tommy is a slut and a bad boyfriend, Joel is like borderline obsessed with reader but god is it attractive. Also mentions of Joel dreaming of giving oral. Your welcome

Joel is well aware he’s fucked.

The moment he saw you smile at him from across the bar, he knew. He doesn’t need to be reminded that he’s a horrible brother, he already knows that. Falling for your brother’s girl is probably an unmentioned sin in the bible. And if it’s not, it should be, because the way Joel thinks of you. He can’t stop himself no matter how hard he tries. He hates himself for it.

He’s holding you for the hundredth time as you cry, Tommy’s screwed up again which shouldn’t be as shocking to you as it is. Considering your entire relationship has been Tommy breaking you over and over again and Joel picking up the pieces, telling you to leave, only for you to be holding Tommy’s hand the next time he sees you. It’s always the same.

But not this time.

You weren’t just crying, you’re screaming. This time is different because you’re pissed, full of loathing and throwing it at full force towards whoever will hear, that just so happens to be Joel.

“I cannot believe I gave him 3 years- I wasted 3 years of my life on him!”

Joel can’t believe it either, not when he’s been here, holding you since the second week. But he doesn’t say that, he holds you against his chest and softly murmurs an “I know.”

“Th-this absolute bastard! I knew he was always going to be rough around the edges but to flirt- no, not just fucking flirt, to make out with another woman at the bar on-“ a sob over takes you and Joel has never felt the urge to kill a man more than he does now. It’s your birthday, and instead of having an amazing night with your boyfriend of 3 years. You’re sobbing into Joel’s chest because Tommy is still, and will forever be Tommy. His hold tightens as his patience is weakening. Not with you, never with you. But with your (hopefully soon to be ex)boyfriend.

It’s quiet for a while, Joel knows how the night ends after this. You’ll uncurl yourself from his side and immediately apologize upon seeing the tear stains. He’ll make you both a drink, depending on how you’re feeling or the time of day it could be coffee, alcohol, or Joel’s specialty, Peppermint Hot chocolate. Every drink is always served with a glass of water to re-hydrate you. He will give you clothes (his Pj’s) to relax in before you snuggle under a comfy blanket on the couch. He’ll turn on a shitty movie for you to laugh at. Sometimes you’ll fall asleep and he’ll move you to his bed while he takes the couch for the night, or you’ll leave with a kiss on the cheek and endless “thank you’s” falling from your lips. It’s such a predictable routine he already knows you want a hot chocolate tonight, and the movie you’re going to watch is Judge Dredd from the 80’s with Sylvester Stallone. He knows you so well, so well that he’s shocked when you don’t uncurl yourself from his chest.

“Sweetheart?” The nickname has you pressing further into his chest, your arms tighten around him almost as if you’re afraid he’ll leave.

“Do you remember the night we all met?” Though mumbled into his chest, he still hears and it still makes his heart jump when he thinks of it, even though his heart has been broken ever since. His simple “mhm” seems to be enough to lure you to continue.

“It’s the perfect love story really, we catch eyes from across a crowded room and we’ve been together ever since.. “ your head suddenly lifts from his chest, still close, almost sitting in his lap with your hands on his pecs and Joel is trying to think of the most disgusting things he knows of to keep his little friend in check. Without noticing his hands are resting on your waist under your shirt, drawing little comforting circles into your skin.

“But it’s all a lie.” One of your hands slowly moves up to the back of his neck, eyes dropping to the uncut hair your are currently twirling between your fingers. The sensation has Joel imagining things he could never tell you, like the thousands of times he’s dreamt of you locking his head between your thighs as your fingers grip his hair for dear life. Endless moans falling from your lips while your back arches.

“He wasn’t the one I was staring at Joel.” You whisper, the sultry tone isn’t lost on him. Nor is the feather like stroking of his collarbone, your fingers stop playing with his hair as they slowly move to hold his head, never fully leaving him, the ghosting touches sending a warm shiver down his spine. He wants to ask what you’re doing, to softly push you away, to remind you that you’re technically still with Tommy, even if he desperately wished you weren’t. But he doesn’t. He just holds you tighter as one of his hands finds it’s way to hold your lower back beneath your shirt.

“Who were you looking at baby?” He knows he’s a bad brother as your lips draw closer and doesn’t put up a fight against it, he knows he’s a horrible person when you softly murmur a “you” against his lips and he kisses you, no longer keeping himself in check as you hold his face so gently he barely feels it. The kiss is what he imagined millions of times and so much more than he could’ve fantasized. You’re so soft and passionate with every push of your mouth against his. He can’t believe you’re real if he’s honest, absolutely perfect in every way possible. His guilt disappearing as you detach your perfect mouth from his only to situate yourself closer to him (if even possible) before pulling him back to you with force.

He can’t remember how long it’s been since he’s felt so loved, so fucking aroused from kissing someone and he starts questioning if he ever has. He has to hold back a groan as you depart for air, heaving as you lean back to look at him. God he’s never seen you more gorgeous than right now, limbs wrapped all around his body with your face flushed, lips swollen and glistening from kissing him. Your eyes watching him very carefully and calculating. You always look cute when thinking he decides as you ever so softly bite your bottom lip.

The moment is suddenly over has you quickly remove yourself from him and running over to your bag, and Joel’s terrified. Not of the possibility that Tommy will never forgive him but of the thought that he hurt you or made you uncomfortable. The thought that you regret it has his heart shattering across the living room floor. He’s quick to get up and call after you, already trying to do damage control.

“Sweetheart? God I’m so sorry, i should’ve asked before-“ a hand slapping over his mouth has his apology dying on his lips. Fuck your hands are so soft against him. He stands dumbly as you hold your phone to your ear. The air feels thick as he hears the ringing then the receiver clicking. A slurred “hello” flows throughout the room as you don’t take your eyes off of Joel’s. You called Tommy, you called your boyfriend, and you’re going to tell him what happened begging for another chance. Leaving Joel to clean up the mess you will make. And he’d do it, he would do it for eternity if he got to kiss you again.

You’re both at a standstill as he hears Tommy already rattling off an apology for ruining your birthday, you hand twitches against Joel as he calls you “my girl” through the phone. You’re still looking at Joel with a blank stare, eyes unblinking as Tommy goes on and on with excuses before you finally interrupt him after what seemed like hours to Joel.

“We’re over Tommy.” This seems to have left Tommy speechless, and not only Tommy. Joel’s eyes are wide as he gently guides your hand away from his mouth and taking a step forward, you don’t wait for a response as you quickly end to call and push yourself back into Joel’s loving embrace, you fit together like you were made for each other, two perfectly carved puzzle pieces. Joel lifts you into his arms as your legs wrap around him. Your kiss never once breaking as he takes the both of you to his room. The whole way there throughout messy kisses and moans all he’s doing is thanking every god he doesn’t believe in that his brother is a man whore.

I hope y’all enjoyed,🫶

[jfleamont]

Put A Little Love In Your Heart

Here's a little something I wrote to stretch my creative muscles, let me know what you think :)

Word count: 700

Read here on AO3

“But I don't want to have a baby.”

Lily let his words sink in. The man in front of her was still looking at her, his brows furrowed.

She shook her head in an effort to conceal her reaction but it was fruitless.

As soon as James looked in her direction, she snorted and he followed her, doubling over with laughter.

“I don't see how this is funny. Have you been confounded? You must have, if you think I'm responsible enough to be your child's godfather,” Sirius whined.

Lily was the first one to recover. “Shit, Padfoot, I had no idea you'd take this so...” her eyes glowing with mirth.

“You're better than this, Lily...”

Lily grinned, reveling in the way she could rile him up so easily. “... Seriously.”

“Oh, come on!”

James, having finally calmed down, took a step forward and placed a hand on Sirius' shoulder, comforting his friend as well as himself.

“You're not having a baby, Padfoot, we are,” he gestured between him and Lily. “And contrary to what you might think, you don't live here. Oh, I almost forgot,” James winced, and ran a hand through his hair, “we're kicking you out of the guest room.”

“You're welcome to crash on the sofa anytime, though,” Lily offered.

Sirius sighed in mock defeat, and plopped down on the armchair. “Kicked out again, uh. Who are you, my parents?”

Lily rolled her eyes. “Quit being dramatic, Sirius. Being a godfather isn't as terrible as you think.”

He shrugged, but the poorly hidden smile on Sirius' face didn't fool Lily. He leaned back on the armchair, looking rather uninterested, only his quirked brow betraying his curiosity. “Alright, but what does it entail, exactly?”

James opened his mouth but soon realised he didn't have an answer for him. He had never met his godparents, and both Fleamont and Euphemia were only children, too, so that was all he had known. He sat on the sofa opposite Sirius, Lily following him shortly after. Lily, however, had an answer. “I'm not sure, but my godmother gave me lots of presents and brought sweets everytime she visited. I also told her about my first kiss and she was so cool about it! She was the best.”

“So... All I have to do is spoil Bambi? And he'll love me and tell me all his secrets?”

“Told you it wasn't that bad.”

He seemed to ponder her words for a second, then tilted his head and looked at her amusedly. “Seems like you two got the short end of the stick, doesn't it? Have fun being the strict parents while I take him with me on my new bike.”

“You will do nothing of the sort.”

“Ugh, you're already so boring and he's not ever here yet.”

James, who had been silent up until then, cleared his throat and spoke. “There's also something else, but you don't have to worry about that. It's... You'd be his legal guardian so if something were to happen to us, he'd stay with you instead of Petunia.”

Understanding dawned on Sirius, and the two looked at each other. 

You're my brother, you're family. These were the words that James hadn't said aloud, but that Sirius heard anyway. This exchange only lasted a second, and Sirius' somber expression disappeared as quickly as it came, replaced by his signature smirk.

“Well, I'd be more concerned about Vernon rather than Petunia. Imagine growing up with that as your father figure when you can have me!”

Lily chuckled and threw a pillow at him. “Don't be an idiot, we still have time to change our minds. Peter or Remus will be far more grateful, dont you think, James? I'm sure they'll—”

Sirius waved his hand in dismissal. “That won't be necessary, I accept. But I'm still bitter about the guest room, mind you, and I'm going to hold it over your head.”

James nodded, deep in thought. “Hmm. How do you feel about a dog house?”

“Neutral, but I could be persuaded.”

“What if I told you it had pillows and a silk duvet?”

Sirius gasped and brought both of his hands over his mouth. “You know me so well, Prongs.”

[3llex0xo]

TSUKASA TENMA: In Tearfull Eyes, An Immortal Bird; a redraw

THE COLORS ON THE REDRAW WAS SUPPOSED TO BE THE COLOR PALETTE BUT THE MARKERS I HAVE ARE ABSOLUTE ASS WHICH IS WHY I MESSED UP HIS CARDIGAN 😭😭😭

[kaitopedestrian]

Art for an au where the interceptor is a shapeshifting eeveelution in search of a partner so they can finally be accepted into society

[adelia-the-apprentice]

I could have done way better for this

But I'm not feeling too well so this'll have to do. Still satisfied with the result honestly

[gemini-luvs-fire]

*Gives you a regressed Matthew and Runs away*

[toytanks]

late night postal dude

[chariottethecat]

cute little fluff

you lay on your stomach, head at the end of your bed, feet on your pillows next to him. You flip the page of the cute teen romance novel you’re reading and shuffle slightly, getting comfortable. He admires you silently, the golden midday sun shining on your silky hair. You turn to face him, your baggy shirt falling slightly off your shoulder and ask him if he wants a snack. You get up quickly to grab the new cinnamon cookies you’d bought the other day. You move up to the top of the bed to lay with him and bury your head in the crook of his neck as you feel the warm rays of sun on your skin. He will always be dumbfounded by your beauty. And you his, his skin gleaming in the light. His muscular build and the way his smashing pumpkins shirt fit him just right. He was so pretty. The perfect pair.

[forcryingoutlloud]

decorating the Christmas tree for the first time with matty in your new house? love your writing btw ❤️❤️

AH thank you so much 🫶 this is such a cute idea

old christmas songs played softly in the background from the radio, and the snow had begun to cover the ground outside. the fireplace was roaring and matty placed a freshly topped up glass of red in her hand, giving her a kiss on the back of her head.

“thank you darling,” she grinned up at him and took a step back to look at the tree.

“i think it looks great,” it had been a long process of matty putting decorations wherever he wanted on the tree and her exasperatedly taking them off and moving them while explaining that you couldn’t put two of the same colour ornaments next to each other.

matty hummed in agreement and placed a hand around her stomach, pulling her into his chest. “it does,” he kissed her cheek “you did a great job love.”

she frowned and pulled away from his embrace, “we did a great job matty.”

he chuckled and raised his eyebrows, smirking at her, “well i did, before you undid all my hard work and rearranged it.”

she scoffed and fiddled with one of the branches. “no-.”

he laughed and pulled her back into his chest. “i’m kidding darling, it looks great, much better than it would’ve if you didn’t move the decorations.”

she smiled shyly up at him and he tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. she looked up to the ceiling and smirked at him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

he followed her gaze and looked up, smiling when he saw the mistletoe hung above them, looking back down at her and pulling her closer. “well we’ve gotta follow the rules of christmas sweetheart.”

“i suppose we do,” she smiled and pointed her chin up, pecking his lips. he scoffed and grabbed her face gently, kissing her with more passion than she had before.

they pulled away and he placed his forehead on hers, kissing her nose.

“happy christmas darling.”

“merry christmas matty.”

[kelpiecakee]

i made a haruka edit.. this is my first edit EVER.. so its not that good :(

[yvbiko]

rq : usernames with Carmen

@ i4carmen @ carmenpng @ carmenfilm

@ carmenhours @ vvcarmen @ vrxcarmen

@ carmenstrs @ 79carmen @ carm2en

@ carmenwts @ carmenpng @ carmentta

@ carmensite @ carmenweb @ carmenflx

[dcptcnx]

Catastrophe

pairing: No real pairing, but Soap x Reader ?? Graves is there too LOL

warning(s): character death, point-blank shot to the face

word count: 764

a/n: i think this is bad, the idea was better in my head lmao but this song inspired it

Frantic, you woke from a recurring nightmare. It's not unusual to have them when deployed in the force, but to have the same one constantly, was a different breed. And Soap understood it all. 2am and you would be carefully trekking through the base towards the mess hall in hopes to find a quick snack to clear the mind. 

"'Notha one, yeah?" His groggy voice startled you, only for you to calm once you knew it to be Soap. His thick Scottish accent lighting the flame inside your heart. 

"I don't know what to do. It's happening frequently now." Your voice broke, tears welling up in your eyes. Taking a seat next to the Sergeant, you placed your head in your hands, light sniffles becoming apparent. "Johnny, I need to deal with it.."

"That's dangerous, Bonnie. An' you know that'" He dipped his head lower to lean closer towards you, a hand reaching to your back to gently rub circles on it to ease you. "We can't lose you.”

And you knew that. And it was a risk you were ready to take. You needed to end this nightmare. Needed to show Graves who was boss.

It all started when you were helping the Shadow Company on a mission. 

“Alright, Shadows. This is our help for the day, treat them with respect; Shepherd is watching.” Graves points at you, directing his team’s attention to you. You felt uneasiness from everyone’s gazes, even from Graves himself, but you rolled your eyes to yourself, before introducing yourself to the team. 

The job was easy enough. More of a confirmation job. Sneak in, gather information, and get out. On the outside, everyone seemed to have respect for you, following Graves’ orders to a T. Luckily for you, the job was done quick and easy, with no major hiccups.

That was, until the flight back to base.

Graves had no respect for you, and Shepherd gave orders to get you off the helo, no matter the plan. And that is exactly what he did. Took a pistol, shot your shoulder, and kicked you off the Helicopter, not caring if you survived or not. You did survive, and luckily enough, 141, specifically Soap, was quick to bring you to medical.

Fast forward to present time, when the unfortunate team up with the Shadow Company goes awry once again. But this time, you were prepared, and you were going to end his reign. He took over Alejandro’s base, and that was the final stop for destruction. 

“Whatever happens, I am getting the final Kill on Graves.” You radio in, advancing towards where he would be holed up, alongside Soap. Grenades, flashbangs, bullets all whizzed everywhere while you and Soap advanced further and further. 

“GRAVES, YOU BASTARD, YOU’RE GONNA DIE FOR WHAT YOU DID!”  you yelled out, catching his figure running along a balcony before disappearing into a garage, only to hear the start up of a large tank.

“Now now, you have it backwards, you’re gonna be my trophy to show Shepherd when we’re done here.” You could feel the smirk in his voice, as he rolled around in the tank, destroying anything and everything in his path, hoping to hit and kill you.

“The only trophy you deserve; Catastrophe.” you grit your teeth as you loaded the RPG before target locking onto his machinery, destroying the cannon atop the tank. After the dust settled, you saw the hatch pop open, Graves crawling out, gun in hand.

“You, son of a BITCH. You know I only wished you well with that farewell. Can’t take southern hospitality huh?” He looks around, aiming his suppressed weapon everywhere, hoping to locate you or Soap within the field. He saw a flash bang roll towards him, only to slowly react, and get caught in the flash. Quickly thinking, Soap runs and tackles him to the ground, kicking his gun and removing his strapped pistol, to limit his access.

“You wished me well?” You saunterned over, loading your own pistol, before placing your boot upon his neck, aiming the gun above the bridge of his nose.

“I wish you hell, Phillip.” Cocking the gun, you pulled the trigger, bullet sinking through his skull, into the ground below him. Tears start rushing down your face, realization hitting you as you tossed the gun away, falling to your knees. Soap quickly caught you before you face planted, letting you cry into his shoulder.

“You did it, bonnie. Nightmare’s over.” His embrace squeezed harder just a little bit more, before reaching towards his radio, alerting of the KIA.

[kindawonk-writes-words]

A: “May I have this dance?”

B: “No, but you can have this fist to the face!”

[devils-fruit-cake]

PeriTink kiss!