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tmntxthings · 8 months

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一Holiday Comps・゜・。

author’s notes: so last weekend me & mine decorated our own gingerbread houses, call me inspired ✨

author’s notes 2.0: *sigh* i couldn’t get this done during xmas, so sad, but i want it OUT of my drafts, totally lost the motivation after Donnie’s 😭 forgive meeeeee

warnings: cursing? competitive nature x10, unedited asf it’s 2:00 am rn :3

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Leo

Obviously he would be trying really hard. Because if anything suddenly becomes a competition all this turtle is concerned about is being numero uno.

“We should up the stakes a bit. April! You’ll be the judge, anddddd add in stuff to like throw us off our game. Make it harder! Oooh time limit of 40 minutes?”

He’s like adding shit and making things way more complicated than just a, “Oh cool gingerbread house contest? When everyone finishes the judges can decide who wins!”

No! Nope! Not happening. This will be the X-Games of Gingerbread Comps. Glory or death type shiz. So how does this process that he thrust upon the whole gang work? Well let me just say he has no problem abiding by the time set.

But his house looks messy as hell. He had a very hard time getting the roof to stop collapsing and may have looked over at Donnie to see how he got it done. Icing? Everywhere. He has no problem when one of the challenges was to “Switch hands! Use your least dominant,”

Easy peasy lemon squeezy. Though some could argue that it didn’t matter what hand he used, it would have been messy either way. If one challenge was to switch seats and work on a brother’s gingerbread house be ready for a slick sabotage. One that Mikey may not have realized until his own foundation started fumbling, why were the walls caving in?! And what happened to the tree gummies that had been set aside?!

Leo happened, that’s what. Though he is quick to deny and not know the nature of those issues at all. By the end April is video recording to also get Sunita and Cass’s vote. Including Splinter that’s four! One for each turtle if everyone is lucky.

The responses on Leo’s house are making him pace. He can’t stay still as he hears Cass laugh out loud, wondering why the hell his gingerbread man is on the roof. “This one is a bit all over the place but, it’s got personality!” Is the saving comment from Sunita who revives Leo’s confidence in the whole ordeal

In the end I think with the time frame Leo definitely got shit on his house, but it doesn’t look all that pretty, one vote at least!

He’s butt hurt about whoever wins if it’s not him and definitely calls out his brother’s own flaws in their own work. Petty. P-E- to the T-T-Y~!

Donnie

If given an unlimited amount of time, I do believe Donnie would be a real rival in this house decorating competition. First of all he’s good with his hands, precision baby, precision!!! He has the most practice with fiddling around with crazy small parts. Those little sprinkle balls aren’t falling to the floor due to his hands.

Now he may not get a lot of them on, because this turtle will take up a lot of time just getting the foundation of the house perfect. The walls have to be straight! The roof cannot be uneven! April may have to stop him from using outside sources or trying to break the whole model build and go for something more his style.

Once he finishes with that Donnie probably took about 10 minutes alone with it having to be perfect. Icing is up next and oml this may be his downfall. There is so much to secure, and you have to take into account the drying time! The challenges he has no problem with either but they eat up his time completely!!

If April decides to do a bit of trivia, winner gets to penalize whomever he chooses, Donnie is most likely winning those even if April chooses a fair category like Jupiter Jim or Lou Jitsu. Trivia is just Donnie’s jam, and the only way he can get Leo to stop for two minutes or be able to eat one of Raph’s essential pieces like a peppermint decor!

Donnie’s build would be the cleanest, icing looking beautiful! Like touched of snow on the house! But he would hardly have any decorations due to sheer lack of time. He’d have a vote for sure but would get comments like, “It looks pretty simple!” or “This one doesn’t have a doorknob!”

“If I had more time,” would be his immediate come back. Puffing up and feeling defensive because this competition is definitely in his wheelhouse, but Leo of course had to make it to where a genius couldn’t thrive under such terse conditions. Hmph!

I’m sure April’s vote would be for Donnie

Mikey

He’s an artist, artists thrive in silly little gingerbread house competitions. I mean come on he’s the one who has the most creative ideas. Probably the most aesthetically pleasing as well!

But I fear Mikey will lack in the actual house building part. Which is literally just four slabs of gingerbread and the two more for the roof. He’d struggle to get it to stand. He’d struggle to get it to stay still. “Why does it keep MOVING?!” He’d be yelling out his frustration for sure

Even more so when he finally gets everything to stay in place only for one of the challenges to be switch houses. Leo getting his house and while Mikey doesn’t pay too much attention to what Leo is doing, when he gets his gingerbread house back it’s suddenly collapsing again?! He thought he had solved that problem! ACK! “LEO!!!” But no amount of calling his older brother out would change the fact that his house still isn’t put together

When…If he does get it together in time, you best believe he’s rushing to finally get to his favorite part! The decorations! He’s definitely eaten a couple of things without noticing it happening himself. It’s not exactly good candy, but candy is candy!

I think Splinter would vote for Mikey’s even if the house is crumbling, it’s a pretty crumbling house, out of all the brothers I think Mikey would win in a contest that wasn’t rigged by Leo!

Raph

I’m sorry, but he’d eat like half his materials. HE WOULD! So there wouldn’t be a house, maybe a shack if he’s lucky.

And on top of his appetite getting the best of him, everything is pretty darn small, and his fingers are chunky. This activity is just really not made for him but he’s doing his best, okay? His best with what he has left LOL

The hardest part would be decorating since the candy would be the smallest pieces to get on. He’d have icing everywhere, mostly on his fingers to which he would be licking clean, losing more material!!!

“Raph are you even trying???” Leo would goad, feeling that much better about himself and his standing even though he’s not doing much better as we have seen! Raph doesn’t let Leo get to him, he’s happy to just be doing something with the fam! And eating!

I think Cass would vote for this guy’s shack. Probably for some odd reason that I could never guess because she’s such a wild card to me sksksksks

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kayhi808 · 9 months

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Neighbors - Xmas Shopping

**little holiday smut w/ Bucky 🥰**

Nerd: Do you have any plans for Saturday?

Doll: Not yet. What do you have in mind?

Nerd: I need help Christmas shopping. And then maybe dinner?

Doll: I'm in!

Nerd: 😁

Doll: Did you just use a smiley emoji??? LOL

Nerd: 😠 I'll drop by around 2.

Exactly at 2pm there's a knock at your door. The man is punctual. You open the door to find Bucky ready for your date, "Hey."

"Hi." You can't help the smile that automatically appears at the sight of him.

"Are you ready?" You nod reaching for your coat, but Bucky beats you to it & holds it open for you to slip you arms through the sleeves. His gentlemanly manners, of a bygone time, still surprises you.

"Thank you." Bucky pulls the lapels closed & pulls you in for a quick peck on the lips. "So...who are we shopping for today?" Turning away to lock up your apartment & to hide the giddy smile on your face from his kiss.

"Some friends & co-workers." Bucky clasps your hand in his.

"What DO you get an Avenger for Christmas??"

Bucky shrugs, "That's why I need help."

*****

Bucky is apprehensive about crowds in general, but holiday crowds even more so. He tries to avoid them at all possible, but he thought if he had you with him, he'll be distracted enough to get by. He'd be able to deal with people if he had you near. And he really wanted to spend time with you again.

You both get off the subway & head towards Chelsea's Market. It's the old Nabisco factory, home of the Oreo cookie. Bucky is so full of old New York trivia. You wander through the specialty stores housed there looking for gifts. There are a few wine stores, so you purchase a couple of bottles for Natasha & Tony. You drag him to your favorite brownie store, "Fat Witch Bakery."

"Would Wanda be offended?"

You laugh, "Once she tastes them, she'd take it as a compliment. I'd be happy to be called "Fat Witch" as long as I get a box of brownies."

Next, you take him to Bryant Park to visit the Winter Village. You visit a bunch of different stalls, small businesses selling crafts, jewelry, specialty items. There's even an outdoor skating rink. What are your odds of getting Bucky out on the ice??

You were able to get a gift pack of different hot sauces for Sam. You're having fun rambling about every little treasure you find, but you notice Bucky is getting quieter & sullen. "Buck? What's wrong?" You look up at him and notice a sheen of perspiration on his forehead, when it's cold out. He just shakes his head, but you know something is wrong. Is he mad at you? Did you do or say something wrong? You lead him over to one of the benches. He quickly sits with his elbows on his knees & his head down.

"I'm sorry, Bucky. Did I do..."

"No. No, doll. I just need a minute." You silently sit beside him, rubbing his back, trying to soothe him. His breath comes out in white puffs in the air. Bucky runs his fingers through his hair, "Sorry about that."

"You're fine. Was it something I did?"

He quickly looks at you, "No. It's me. The crowds...they get to be too much."

You gasp, "Why didn't you say something?" You gather up your packages, "Let's go."

"We don't have to leave. I'm ok now. You're having so much fun."

"I'm having fun because I'm with you." You look into his blue-blue eyes wanting him to understand. "If I knew crowds bothered you, I'd never would have suggested the Winter Market." You grab his jacket & pull him closer, planting your cool lips against his warm ones. Your hand gently tugging his hair at the nape of his neck until he softly moans into your mouth. "We did a lot today; we can head home."

"I promised you dinner."

"I'll take a raincheck. You can owe me." You stand, tugging on his hand for him to get up. You groan, "C'mon, grandpa, get up!" He gives you a glare but lets you pull him to his feet. Bucky grabs the packages & you hail a cab to take you back home. You don't want him dealing with the Metro crowds.

******

Snow started falling on the ride home. You're glad you opted for a cab and not having to make the trek home from the subway. Bucky has been pretty silent on the ride back. You laced your fingers with his and he gives you a light squeeze. You get back to your apartment & Bucky enters with your packages, automatically kicking off his shoes. You love that he remember your rule.

"Where should i put these?"

"Oh, just set them down anywhere is fine." Bucky places them in a chair. "Thank you for today. I had so much fun."

Bucky frowns, "I feel bad..."

"Don't Bucky. Today was great! Bryant Park was a bad idea, but I still enjoyed spending time with you," smiling up at him.

He reaches out & pulls you against him, Not resisting, your body molds against his. Cupping your face in his hands, his mouth slants over yours, his tongue circling, dominating the kiss. Long, hot sweeps of his tongue against yours, Bucky savoring the soft sounds you made as he kissed you.

His knuckles against your throat, trailing down your chest, teasing your nipple through the fabric making you yearn for more. You trace the ridge of his cock with a feather light touch. Just the sight of your delicate fingers working over him makes Bucky hiss out your name. You trace your fingers down to his base, then all the way back up to his tip in one fluid movement.

"If you want me, I'm yours," he whispers against your temple, his hands now squeezing your hips. "All of me. However you want."

"Oh God. I do want you. So much."

He smiles as he lifts you, you wrap your legs around his waist and your hands in his hair, "Bedroom." You kiss his neck while waving your arm in the direction of your room.

He places you down at the foot of the bed & you both quickly undress each other. You don't care if Bucky think you are over-eager, because hell, you are! He pulls your shirt over your head revealing you in a white lace bra which he deftly unhooks, "You're beautiful." His closed his large hands against your breasts & squeezes. His palm rough against your nipples. Liquid heat pooled between your thighs. You give him a worried smile. "Second thoughts already?"

You bite your lip, "Not exactly. I don't have anything...you know, protection.

"I do."

You cock an eyebrow at him, "Oh, really?"

His cheeks tinge pink & he gives an embarrassed laugh, "Don't question it."

Smiling back, "Okay, I won't." You move towards him & unbuckle his belt & open his jeans to untuck his shirt. He pulls his shirt off & it's the first time you really see his Vibranium arm and his scars. Your heart is held in a vise imagining the pain Bucky has gone through. You feel Bucky tense, but you rise up on tip toes, finger tips lightly resting against his stomach, you whisper against his lips, "You're beautiful, too, Buck." Heat streaked down his spine, tightening his balls, making him ache and throb & you've barely touched him.

He lays you out on your bed, undoing your jeans & removing them along with your panty in one swift move. You laugh, but ease your way across the bed, propping yourself up on your elbows watching Bucky remove the condom from his wallet & tossing it at you. You fail at trying to catch it, because you're too interested in Bucky removing the rest of his clothes. Your empty pussy, clenching & aching at the sight of Bucky's thick cock.

He crawls up the bed to you, settling between your thighs, pulling your legs over his shoulders. His mouth is on you. Dipping his head and swirling his tongue around your clit before sucking it into his mouth, pulls a cry from your throat. The sight of Bucky between your splayed legs is the most sexy and erotic thing you've ever seen. His mouth working over your pussy has you nearly screaming his name. With his finger he teases your entrance with shallow strokes & light touches as he laps at you. When he adds a second finger, sliding them in deep as he licks at you, the pressure coils in your stomach & burst across your body. Throb after throb pulses through you.

Bucky kisses his way up your body. "You're gorgeous when you come." He kisses you deeply and you can taste yourself on his tongue. He reaches for the condom & sitting back on his heels to roll it on. He hovers over you before, his weight pushes you into your mattress. The head of his cock sliding against your slick center. You tilt your hip taking him the tiniest bit inside you, making you both moan. Holding your gaze, he sinks down into you, possessing you in one smooth slide. You gasp at the stretch to take him.

"Fucking hell, sweetheart".

He pulls out & sinks back in, going even deeper than before, "Oh God," burying your face against his neck. "You feel so good." The feel of being filled by Bucky was perfection.

He lets out a groan & thrusts his hips against you, getting you accustomed to his size. The base of his cock rubbing against your still swollen clit. Pushing up to his knees, he grips your hips and starts to fuck you. Like really fuck you. Hard & fast & dirty & sweaty. His grip on your hips is rough, almost punishing.

"Come for me," he growls. His hands moves to your clit and fucks you even harder. "Let me look at you when you fall apart." And on his command, you start to come again, you moan, long & loud. Your body pulling at him, wanting him deeper.

Your orgasm shredded the last of his control. Two..three more hard thrusts and then he comes. The groan he let out was the sexiest sound you ever heard. Your nail digging into his back. You felt each pulse of his cock & squeezed him back, drawing it out as much as possible.

Bucky kisses a trail from your neck, along your jaw & ends with a lingering kiss on your lips. "Be back." He goes to the bathroom to get rid of the condom & returns to bed.

You snuggle up to him & he wraps his arm around you pulling you to his chest. "I'll never call you a grandpa again." Bucky growls & tries smothering you with a pillow.

#bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfic #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes smut

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writeyouin · 9 months

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Hello!! Omg I love your writing SOOOO much!!! If holiday requests are open, I was wondering if you might gift us with a V for vendetta Christmas fic? Like, something fluffy where reader is stuck in the shadow gallery and is having a real blue Christmas UNTIL... V surprises them with something unexpectedly festive? *cough* mistletoe *cough* ❤️❤️❤️

V X Reader – Christmas Blues Part 1 of 2

A/N – Okay, so I got two very similar xmas requests for V for Vendetta, so I’m doing this as a 2 parter. Part one is this, part 2 will be smut. You can read part one without part two.

Warnings – None.

Rating – T

V stared at you, certain you must find his expression mocking behind the jeering grin of his mask. He had never intended to hurt your feelings, only to let you down gently as it were. He knew he didn’t do enough for you. There was never enough time, and his work was important… But weren’t you also important?

No, nothing could compromise his mission. If all went according to plan, he would be ready to blow up the Old Bailey in another two years, thus starting his revolution. Yet, doing such things took time, and there was so much that V had to learn and prepare. He didn’t have time to rest – not even on Christmas Eve. However, in telling you so and seeing your disappointment – Well, it was just another way in which he was a monster.

The worst part was that you were taking it in your stride. Granted, V could see how upset you were as your eyes became glassy with tears you refused to shed, but you didn’t complain; it seemed that you knew just how much his work meant to him.

And so, V left you, stating a humble apology as he passed you and made his way to the roof. He had to hurry. There was a train to catch – a train straight to the Chancellor that was jam-packed with priceless intel.

Even when V left you, you still refused to cry. A small part of you had known this would happen. It was quite likely that V didn’t celebrate Christmas anyway. How many times had he told you that the holiday was stolen from its pagan roots? Or that the name was changed to suit its Christian hosts? And now that the UK was stuck in a dictatorship, the Holiday was only used to control people – it was like a gift the Chancellor could give or take away at will.

If the population was good, they would get their later curfews and sparkly light shows, but if they ever needed further subjugation, then a false threat would be created by Suttler’s goons, and harsher lockdowns would be put in place. Then, said imaginary threat would then be taken care of just in time for New Year’s Day so the people would have a chance for revelry, all while feeling a false sense of security under their great and powerful leader.

So, that left you all alone, as usual, but you knew you couldn’t blame V. To act as he had was simply his nature. You could no more ask him to change than you could ask birds to stop flying or fish to cease swimming. You simply had to pull up your bootstraps, pick some traditions, and enjoy the Holiday spirit.

That was easier said than done since there was nobody to lift your spirits and hype you up as you did all the things you were supposed to do. After eating dinner alone, listening to Christmas music, and hosting a lone trivia card game, you were quite thoroughly depressed.

In the end, you put on a film from V’s collection. In your current mood, It’s a Wonderful Life seemed to be the right choice; besides, you liked picking a film from Suttler’s blacklist, and It’s a Wonderful Life had been banned at the start of his reign for its socialist views.

Partway through the film, you spotted V’s sparring partner – the suit of armour he tormented during his favourite movies whenever he thought he was alone. Well, if he could be V’s movie frenemy, then he could also act as your film friend.

Slowly, you started talking to him, giving your opinions on the film, and of its characters. At some point, you began acting out scenes, much as you had seen V do, though where he chose violence, you chose love. The suit was your James Stewart, and you, Donna Reed, though sometimes, you would switch roles if you thought it was a particularly good Stewart scene. You lassoed the moon for your metal friend, then you switched roles and offered it a broken mansion for its honeymoon.

Although there was no mistletoe kiss in the film, you stole some you had decorated the fireplace with anyway, placing it over the armour’s helm. It was almost as if you would have felt silly kissing it without the mistletoe, even though it was ridiculous to peck the metal beak either way. You turned away from the unmoving man so that when you did kiss him, you would be able to swing around dramatically and give him that world-ending, 1940’s bombshell of a kiss.

The film played alongside in the background as George Baily returned home safe – he was loved and cared for, and then, it was the perfect moment to swing around, throw your arms over the broad shoulders and kiss –

V?!

Your momentum carried you forward as your lips pressed against the cool metal of his mask.

You tried to scramble back, hurrying out apologies but V held you steady.

“Don’t.” He told you. “Don’t apologise.”

“V, I- I thought you were-”

“I came back,” He said as if it were the only thing that mattered. In truth, he had rushed through his mission, stolen the required intel on a USB and hurried back without even so much as looking at the data. Leaving you the way he had didn’t sit right with him. You were an amazing person, always forced to put yourself second since you did everything you could to please V. He didn’t want things to be that way. He wanted you to have more.

Granted, the two of you weren’t yet in a relationship, but you had just kissed him, albeit inadvertently, and V was no fool; he knew the feelings you harboured for him.

“(Y/N),” He whispered your name, placing a gloved hand on your cheek. “You have given me more than I could have ever hoped for. You are a virtuoso of my heart, vibrant and vivacious as you pass through the veneer of villainy that masquerades so violently in the vales above. Of all that resides here in the Shadow Gallery, you are the most valuable to me. Although it is entirely selfish of me to ask such a thing of you, I hope that you will stay with me… always.”

You trembled against V, entirely terrified to open your mouth in case no sound came out. He waxed poetry so eloquently, and you often failed to make yourself say all the things you thought without tripping over your words.

Still, you couldn’t stay silent at such an important time in your life. V was – He was everything and to have him by your side would be like capturing the stars themselves, cosmic and inexplicable as they illuminated your heart and mind, burning any darkness or fear away.

You couldn’t look away from V, knowing his gaze must be expectant beneath the mask. Realisation dawned upon you, you didn’t need fancy words, or masses of poetry to complete the moment. All you needed was what V valued most; the truth.

“I don’t want to spend a day without you. I love you, V.”

“Then, by all means, let us abandon our fat metal friend,” V spared the suit of armour a backward glance, thinking how you could have kissed it instead of him, “and retire elsewhere. I myself do not celebrate this holiday, but I would love to partake in some of your more beloved traditions.”

#fanfiction #fanfic #reader insert #reader #v #v x reader #v fore vendetta #v for vendetta x reader #christmas blues #part 1 #part one

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draculovemp3 · 8 months

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@revenge-of-the-assbutt @firstaidspray @sachermorte thank u for enabling me NEWAY since I’ve been too dead to do any of my own hobbies here’s some thoughts on House & Co’s physical hobbies/lil crafts & such they do in the comfort of their home<3:

House: canonically does a ton of shit like piano/guitar/cooking/so on but In the spirit of him resisting change (At Times!) I think he’s gotten very good if not makes a fun time out of mending clothes🥺…. Didn’t wanna throw away his favorite shirts so it started w small hems+resizings until he looked up more tips online and get decorative w it. Pretty contrasting colors/patterns now randomly laid on his shirts and pants w only the careful eye(Cuddy+Wilson) to notice. If anyone cares

Wilson: gardening. Well as much one can do within his apartments/pretty nonplant friendly homes. He’s not a super greenthumb expert but it always gives him a lil confidence boost when he’s able to grow out spices and herbs & such to use in his cooking ♥️

Cuddy: she seems like a collage-making kind of girlie💗💗 no specific theme in em or anything but she still holds onto the potential self-aid of making vision boards and it’s relaxing for her to go thru magazines/etc + cut out whatever interests her enough to use. Rachel tries and cutely fails to help 💓💓💓

Chase: ironically enough for the prodigal son lol but . He genuinely seems like someone who enjoys spending time in silence/music doing puzzles w 1000+ pieces & such #DWEEB❤️. House once got him a 5000 piece puzzle of a kangaroo or w/e as a joke and he is Determined to complete it. In due time chase…

Foreman: the thought of Foreman crocheting is so dear to me….. he doesn’t rly tell anyone ab it but there’s a lot of half-finished + worn projects as proof around his home. #angsting it sorry but I think he took it up after his mom started deteriorating bc she crocheted too and it was a fonder reminder + sumn they could do together. One yr he gave the fellow ducklings scarves he made as Xmas gift. Not that he told him he made it tho😅#repressed

Cameron: I think she has a moderately sized zen garden on a table somewhere in her home she takes SERIOUS. Changes the lines/circles in the sand periodically, sees what new arrangement of rocks she can do etc etc. Girl that thing is meant to be relaxing!! also colorcodes/sticker-covers/etc her planner like a CHAMP.

Amber: she has the most well-detailed prettiest most concerning-when-read journal/diary everrrr. Dedicates a specific time in every day to it w specific pens of various colors. Some of the recounting even have lil doodles or if she takes the journal out w her she draws her view wherever she is<3 they’re literal chickenscratch but its still fun and fulfilling. It’s a bibleesque piece to Wilson’s Amber shrine btw

Thirteen: she’s hard to analyze for me soz 13heads I do love her #trust… nonetheless I bet she goes to hella dance classes. Partially for the exercise partially for the fun partially for the need to experience Life partially for the women. Heh. She’s rly into zumba, jazz, contemporary classes to be specific.

Taub: ok ok so remember when he did/bought pottery or w/e to convince his wife he was being faithful. I think he’d do it for real as a joke/alibi then be like wait…. This is kinda fun…? There’s no constraints to what he can make + the sculpting reminds him vaguely of plastic surgery work so he keeps it up.

Kutner: I think he draws + writes his own lil comics/zines 🫶 they’re mostly scifi or superhero and more than a lil inspired by his fave preexisting medias . He likes using the crazy cases he’s experienced w House as story inspo. Also he 4 sure runs dnd campaigns so well and fun. Btw

Masters: she’s a suckerrrr for trivia nights my lil nerd wife<3 but um anyway when she wants to relax she Really doesn’t want sumn that can become info overload so in free time she’ll make friendship bracelets, lil shapes/figures out of string, etc. Will someone please give this woman a full on loom to go cray with!!!!

Park: I can see it so clearly . I can see her lil handpainted warhammer and other tabletop game figures so perfectly in my head. She paints more than she actually plays(but she does !). God save you if you touch or tumble them.

Adams: I kinda DGAF about her sorry women… hmm there’s sumn compelling ab her doing blackout poetry plus occasionally full-on written when the inspo hits! started as a boredom thing in her job in the prison w whatever book she brought in then she kept on doing it w more and more written pieces she comes across.

I put so much time into this. Perhaps too much.😭feel free to gimme y’all’s thoughts on this/ur own ideas :3

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pampanope · 8 months

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Graves Headcannons from Shadows’ POV (Part 3):

part 1 Part 2

((Hey ya’ll, hope the weekends a good one! More Graves stuff~))

The Graves manual made it back to 7-11 a mere two weeks since his last entry.

He groggily left his blanket cocoon of warmth, shambled towards the door, wrenched it open ready to chew out the impertinent little shit who’d been rapping at it incessantly, only to have the massive binder shoved into his chest with enough force to stun him; too stunned to catch the identity of his unwanted visitor, who had the sense to haul ass immediately away from the doorway.

There was giggling accompanied by several voices and boots scampering down the hallway.

Ballsey, noisy, and reckless enough to bother an officer at 0600 on his one day of zero responsibility? Clearly they were the fresh batch of recruits he’d been working on, still too new and wet behind the ears to have callsigns of their own.

If he was any other lieutenant 7-11 would’ve given chase, hunted each of them down and handed out extra drills and the honor of scrubbing one of the barracks’s communal showers.

Alas, he was only himself; lazy at his core and an unrepentant enjoyer of his day off. No baby Shadows he needed to teach, no training with his platoon, and no paperwork. Unless the more senior staff or an act of god (Graves) said otherwise, 7-11 wasn’t gonna exert more energy than he needed to.

Sleep ruined, 7-11 rubbed the grogginess from his eyes and plopped the heavy binder onto his desk. Might as well add some shallow, surface level Graves trivia, because anything deeper was too much for his fuzzy mind.

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-it’s not that he’s ashamed but he’s very self-conscious of his accent; he’s aware of the stereotypes attached to it, so he softens and flattens it a bit when dealing with clients.

-but when he’s relaxed, exhausted, fighting off sleep’s siren call? The accent thickens, sweet as molasses.

-turns red when he thinks he’s been caught nodding off though. Everyone should pretend they didn’t notice and wait for sleep to drag him under. Calling attention will just fluster him.

-some of you’ve seen or heard the boss mumble in his sleep; again, pretend you never noticed.

-He seems to bristle or shy away a bit at showing vulnerability or receiving affection.

(Like a growly coyote that won’t admit to enjoying head scritches, 7-11 mused fondly. Let’s see if we can fix that.)

-although he likes the occasional drink, Graves tries to keep a sober head most times as commander, especially on missions (the Graves Alone Xmas fiasco, as many Shadows have taken to calling it, was a damn fluke, an aberration, and 7-11 will make sure there will never be a repeat)

-he bites. Hard. No, i will not elaborate.

-has a fragrant woodsy scent (it’s fucking distracting, especially during spars)

-Graves is possessive. More on this another time.

-gets severe road rage; Graves will shout, abuse the horn, roll down the window to insult you, your mother, and your shit driving in that order, and stick a hand out to flip you off; he’d flip you off with both hands if he didn’t need one on the wheel at all times. (The Shadows are glad he isn’t reckless enough to try and overtake anyone while cuts him off, he’s just REALLY loud about it.)

-he isn’t bad at cooking, he’s actually pretty good. Just limited in what he makes, but they turn out delicious. (“Hell, if you get stuck with me in some safe house, at least you won’t be swallowing down burnt MREs while pretending you wouldn’t sell my ass for a single corn chip.”) In this, he’s excellent wife material self-sufficient.

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7-11 decided that was enough writing on his day off before shutting the binder. He got up, did some luxurious, toe curling stretches, and padded towards the bathroom to get the day started.

If he’s lucky, he could find a warm patch of grass to nap on before the sun rose to high. Preferably somewhere pesky baby Shadows wouldn’t find him.

#sorry 7-11 but those recruits like you hahaa #shadow company #phillip graves #call of duty #mw2 #mw3 #my stuff #graves cod #cod graves

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