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Okay verity (YES the yellow ball) has caused me to crawl out of my slump and write. This isnât proof read oops.
Verity x reader
The gentle thud of cobblestone being placed is heard outside. Perched upon his regular spot, verity watches with his usual precision.
The enjoyment he gets from observing these simple tasks is truly intoxicating. He wishes he could watch all of your actions. Each and every movement that your body could possibly make. It makes him desperate to always be at your side. But itâs not like he isnât there most of the time! Whether itâs in your hand, from a safe distance, or unbeknownst to you in his other form guarding your house and watching you sleep at night.
Itâs safe to say verityâs supervision is nearly impossible to escape. And so is his undying obsession with you.
You tug on the doorknob, arms tired from the placing of blocks for so many hours.
Verity wastes no time.
âHey! I see you did a different pattern in the blocks than you normally do! I have many other kinds of patterns you could try if you-â.
His eyes scan you and land on a deep gash upon your left arm. Silence follows for about a minute as you try to find the cause of his abrupt pause, then,
âCome here.â
His voice wasnât his usual cheerful tone. This request, rather command, was flat, serious, and shocking to say the least. Never once has verity told you with such finality to do something.
Slowly, you come forward towards your helper friend and hold out your arm, having some kind of guess of what the issue is.
Thereâs no smile plastered on his face. You decide to try and ease the situation.
âThis? Verity, itâs nothi-.â
âThis wasnât done by a fall, itâs too clean. Some kind of weapon did this, some person.â
His voice is laced with malice. His face has morphed into an even more displeased expression.
Suppressing the uncertainty you begin to explain.
âIt was just a run in with some pillagers. Honestly Iâm grateful to have gotten away with such a minor injury.â You laugh awkwardly hoping to decrease some of the tension. This explanation only causes him to grimace further.
His voice dripping with possessiveness, verity delivers a chilling response.
âThey will be dealt with.â
âHahâŚwha-what?â You blink slowly, dumbfounded at such a hostile response.
âNothing to worry about!â He smiles.
He smilesâŚas he stares at your conflicted face. Each and every way that he will tear these pillagers apart come nightfall buzzing in his head.
But for now he looks at you with his usual adoration and makes a mental note to bring this up the next time you decide to venture off on your own.
Tags: canon violence, Verity being Verity, spoilers for the final part, Minecraft reader, angst, mild hurt with comfort, use of [name], obsession, toxic relationship
Notes: I just finished watching ThatMob's final part, and my goodness. I recommend watching it before reading it, as it contains spoilers!
A loop, person to person.
World to world.
Server to server.
No matter what he does, no matter what he says, not matter how he tries to warn people, the outcomes are always the same.
Abandoned, left alone to rot.
Over a hundred years old, and he can't even die. What a joke life was. A deep, aching sadness etched itself into his very spherical being as he was once again transported to yet another box.
Another world. He didn't know what could possibly await him.
What other torments could await...
"Hello? Anyone there?" He called out, hearing footsteps approaching the box he was in. "Can someone let me out? Please?"
How many times does he have to repeat the same questions?
The box lifted up into the air like it did a hundred times, maybe even a thousand. It disappeared into a puff of smoke, and down he fell, bouncing once, twice, three times before stopping.
"Hello! I'm Verity, your personal helper friend! Ask me anything, I know everything!" He greeted with that smile on his face, wide and unassuming. Just like he did with everyone else...
Just like he did with Mob.
"Verity, huh?" You asked, crouching down to examine the yellow ball. "That's a neat name," you offered him a smile. His eyes widened just a little. You... Weren't freaked out? Weren't weirded out?
"Why thank you, [name]!" He cheerily responded. He watched as your eyes widened momentarily, surprise flashing along your face along with some hint of skepticism. It seemed it was happening again.. again and again, and again!
Yet, that's not what was happening with you. You weren't weirded out by him, no. You read the description when you downloaded this mod, you just didn't expect it to know your name. It was... A little odd, and frightening. But after every other horror mod you tried, this was far more tame.
"Well, the description certainly wasn't lying," you broke the silence, a wide smile reappearing once again. You reached your empty hand out and picked him up, holding him gently in your palm. "Now, let's get started on my world, shall we, Verity?"
"Alright!"
Things certainly were different, that was for sure. While others would have used and abused him for diamonds, for free items, anything, you didn't.
You sat him down on your bed of all things, and built your base around him. You asked him directions of biomes for wood types, yes, but you always thanked him with sincerity. You asked his opinions, valued his help whenever he offered it, and never once did you yell at him or tell him to go away.
If anything, you only asked if he could move to a corner so you could make a spot just for him. You were different. You weren't mean, didn't skip over him, didn't find him annoying or useless. You found him helpful, endearing even.
You were... Different.
"So," you began as you finally set down the final window pane. The base was fully furnished, furnaces stocked, chests sorted with his help. Everything you needed to do was done. "What shall we do next?" You asked, hands on your hips as you looked down at Verity.
You had built him a small pedestal with carpets, a singular torch, and railings. Almost like his own makeshift bed.
"Well, you could farm for some more diamonds! The coordinates are negative six hundred fifty-" you held your hand up, stopping his ramblings. What? What were you doing? Why are you silencing him?
"I could, but I'd rather find it on my own!" You said with a grin. "That's the fun, is it not?" You walked towards your chest and opened it up, pulling out a pickaxe, and your set of iron armour. It clinked as you set it in place, and rustled with every step you took.
Walking back over to Verity, you picked him up and set him in your bag, the top of the satchel open, allowing him to see as you walked. He hummed. This was a change he could get used to. A warm, dark feeling began creeping into his body, his smile widening just a smidge.
You were different. He couldn't let you go, he wouldn't.
You weren't going to leave him like everyone else,
Verityâs unending smile seemed to grow faintly, now that you had entered the house-But he quickly realized that maybe the mining trip didnât go as well as you expected.
Slumped shoulders, half lidded eyes, and the way you held your arm in your hand as what could only be described as diffidently were all massive giveaways to any person. Well, to him they were. He wasnât like any person.
â Mining trip didnât go well, huh? Well thatâs okay! I could always point you in the right direction for a new cave!. . Tomorrow! You should rest. â He moved from his spot on your crafting table to towards you as he spoke, resting his hands on your shoulders once he made it in front of you. You looked even cuter than he thought! So tired, aching for rest-And he was there to provide it!
He was staring. He blinked a few times, before lightly pushing you to your bed as he began walking. â Come on, you need to go to bed! â
Sitting you down on the edge of your bed, he carefully removed what remained of your armor, giving your head a quick pat pat before standing once again. â You need anything? Food? â He questioned, but was met with a shake of the head. â Alrighty! Iâll let you catch some Zâs! â Before Verity could go far, though, he felt a tug on his arm-Your hand. â Oh! You want me to stay? Well, of course! â On the inside, he couldnât be more ecstatic. You were asking him to stay with you, to be with you! You wanted him! He couldnât ask for anything more.
He looked down at you, sitting next to you on the bed, his ever present smile almost seemed more sincere than normal, even if his expression rarely changed. â Did you need somethi- â Verity couldnât finish his sentence before you enveloped your arms around him, closing your eyes as if finally finding peace after a hard day.
You found solace in HIM. You wanted HIM. You gave your affections to HIM. It was all he could ever dream of, to be the one you sought for whatever you needed. To be the one you latched onto after a rough time. He loved you.
â . . [Player]-. . â He muttered, â . . I love you too. â
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Verityâs temperature cannot change at all in my head. Cannot tell you why but it just canât. So imagine youâre in a cold area and freezing your ass off and call Verity over. Obviously they come over like a good boy and then you use them as a space heater.
Iâd imagine theyâre not insanely warm/hot or anything, just like room temperature at all times, but even that can be amazing in cold climates
My dad was driving me to the airport recently, and I jokingly told him that I'm watching a lot of Ryan Gosling movies lately after I saw Project Hail Mary in spring. I listed off a bunch I'd seen: Blade Runner sequel, Drive, The Place Beyond the Pines and La La Land. We talk about all those for a bit. Then he asks me, 'Have you heard of a movie called [pause] The Gray Man?'
I have seen it, it was actually the first 'RGCU' movie I watched after Hail Mary, I just forgot to list it in that moment. But I pretend I haven't seen it so that my 66-year-old retired Marine, now EMT, motorcycle-driving dad can describe and praise this 'pretty great action flick' and try to basically sell me on watching it.
It was just funny to me to hear a member of what is probably The Gray Man movie-and-books' target audience go on about this movie which I primarily associate with Ryan Gosling-on-Ryan-Gosling shipping fanart.
Okay but Ive been on my Sixgrace bullshit recently so
What about Grace actually does get out of Baikonur when he runs, and then he's just out there, no plan and no where to go, definitely going to be found and probably killed within the next day, probably sooner.
Except for the fact that Six is skulking around out there somewhere, probably doing recon for a hit on Stratt or one of the Government high ups there for the launch.
And either Six hears the commotion Grace makes, or overhears one of the soliders sent out to look for Grace, or maybe they just stumble into each other.
At first Six would want to stay the hell away from the guy, because he doesnt need to be pissing off every country in the world all at once, no thank you, but then he'd take another look at pathetic wet cat Grace who's panicking and scared out of his mind because the most powerful woman on earth right now wants to send him to die in space, and Six would just be like "God fucking dammit" and be ready to die for the guy.
this âbon appetitâ meme has turned into some sort of bizarre telephone game where each incarnation sounds more and more different than the original. in what way does âbon appetitâ sound like âosteoporosisâ
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pairing: sierra six/court gentry x male reader (trans male/masc)
summary: in which sierra six has a husband, simple as, very soft
warnings: no warnings, maybe like one nsfw joke
word count: 1.4k
a/n: be nice, this is my first fic on here
You loved how unconventional he was socially speaking, if youâd put him in a room full of extroverts heâd stick out like a sore thumb. Completely out of his element and thatâs how you found your way in to his life; by him being the usual mystery that he is. Sparked up a conversation with him at a bar and bam, you were completely enthralled by his short yet intriguing answers. Above all, his distinct sense of humour. It made you smile. And despite being the polar opposite of him, you managed to win him over somehow. When he wasn't "hunting down evil guys," as he put it, he had a normal married life, two years to be exact of pure domestic bliss with you. He insisted on taking more breaks and stressed the importance of not missing out on you or any other more important aspects of his life. Every time he said it, you got butterflies in your stomach.
âDo I have to wear anything special?â you looked over at him with unease in your eyes, you wanted to make a good impression.
âItâs just a dinner, y/n.â The blond man timidly smiled at you from the bed he was sitting on. Observing how much of a wreck you were trying to pick something out from your closet.
âI know! But what if your boss doesnât like meââ You flung your hands in the air as your back faced him and you shuffled through the mountains of clothes.
You then heard a chuckle and a heavy set of boots approaching you, your neck immediately getting goosebumps as he lazily laid his chin on your shoulder and wrapped his muscular arms all around your chestâ keeping you in a lock.
âI like you, tsâ all that matters.â he mumbled, closing his eyes and swaying back and forth with you.
You scoff, a blush pooling your cheeks. âI hope so, weâre legally bound. No take backsies.â
âYouâre my husband. Heâll have to swallow it.â he mumbled.
âDoes he know?â you questioned, âAlso, donât say that phrase.â you blushed.
âThat iâm married? yes. Why? Did I say something wrong?â he teased, tightening his grip around your hips.
âCourtâŚI swear to godâŚâ
â
The restaurant was fancy alright, you felt like you just entered some rich people event. Chandeliers everywhere, long staircases, it didnât even seem like a restaurant. You finally settled on a simple tux with a bow and Court well, he wore something completely eye candy. A red suit with a white dress shirt underneath, you were trying your best not to stare but it was beginning to be impossible.
As you approached to what appeared to be a circular table, you saw a man with white hair and beard, roughly maybe in his 60s. He was sitting next to a black womanâ you assumed they were both his associates or bosses? Either way, your nerves started rising and you didnât know yet how you were going to act around them.
When you approached the table with Court at your side, he instinctively pulled a chair out for you and you immediately went red in the face but sat regardless and mumbled a shy thank you.
âYou know a hello would be nice, Six.â the white haired man gazed at Court about his usual dry behavior.
The two in front of you didnât stop staring and sported the biggest of confused faces on this planet. Court scoffed and took a seat right next to you.
âBoss.â he nodded his direction, âBoss.â he looked over at the woman.
They both nodded back with a certain level of stiffness while trying to figure you out and not looking at Court. Court of course took notice of them staring at you like statues and cleared his throat so they would shift their gaze.
âFitzroyâŚâ he looked at the man, âthis is Y/N. Cahill⌠this is Y/N.â he then looked at the woman with a slight smile.
âYes- Hi.â You stumbled over your words, stretching your arm over the table and taking their hands in for a shake.
âY/NâŚnice to meet you, although iâm a bit confused not going to lie.â Fitzroy chuckled a bit.
Court shifted in his seat, scooting himself more in to the table and at your side. Placing a warm hand on your nerve ridden thigh that was under the table as some sort of emotional support, he could see how nervous you were.
ââŚabout what?â Court said nonchalantly, raising his eyebrow at him.
âI thought you said you were going to finally bring your spouse, let her have dinner with us.â he took a sip of his wine cup on the table.
âFitzroyâŚâ Cahill said lowly, looking over at the unaware man with a knowing look that only screamed âyouâre a dumbass.â.
âWhat?â he nervously laughed, âWhy did you bring a buddy over?â
At this point you didnât know if you wanted to run out or scream.
Court laughed for the first time, but it wasnât a joyous laugh it was a bitter sarcastic laugh.
âYouâve been on this field for decades and you canât tell whatâs right in front of you?â Court slid his hand from your thigh all the way to your hand and brought it up the table, clasping his fingers through yours, laying it on the table and showing the man the ring that lived on your ring finger for two years now. Still, as he laid it there he didnât let go and held on to it proudly.
âOh-â Fitzroy gasped, âOhhhhhh. Iâm so sorry about that, you see iâm an old timer and I easily miss modernâŚtraditions. Thatâs my fault.â
âYeah this is my husband. Not my buddy, not my friend, my husband.â Court said with sternness in his voice and fiddled with the ring on your finger.
âHonest to god, I didnât mean to assume.â He put his hands up laughing.
All the while you couldnât help but have the biggest cheesy smile on your face, he really just went all out without any shame. Not that he ever had any when it came to you, but it always made you swoon. Court looked over at you momentarily and sent you a sly wink before opening the menu.
âFitzroy has nothing but bolts in his head. Shake it hard enough and youâll hear them clashing against his skull.â Cahill said in a sarcastic tone.
You couldnât help but lightly snort, âI wouldnât be too harsh, im sure it was a simple mistake.â you tried to be as understanding as possible.
âI need to know something though, how do you deal with the number (Court)? How did you tame such a nonchalant machine?â Cahill continued with curiosity.
âha. Well, I donât think it has anything to do with me mam-â
âDonât be silly.â Court spoke up, âIt has everything to do with you, Iâm like a lovesick puppyâ itâs bad.â
âI always knew you were a softy on the inside. Those blue icy eyes donât fool me.â Cahill laid back on her chair.
âTell me about it, had to hold him while watching Lion King.â You looked over at him, he was beat red, trying to hide his face behind the menu.
âWatch it. Youâre ruining my carefully built reputation of a tough guy.â He said lowly, but could tell he was smiling.
âMy niece would agree, she cried during Lion Kingâ begged me to watch it with her about 300 times.â Fitzroy finally chirped in after his embarrassment earlier.
âYou have a niece?â you said with a smile.
From then on everyone got pretty relaxed and everything went smoothly, all the worries you had melted away and Court made sure of that. By either massaging your back, your thigh, publicly grasping your hand on top of the table with no care in the world. It made you beyond happy.
As you were both about to leave, split checks to pay with the other two and finally said your goodbyes, Court instinctively held your hand in his and guided you out, with no worries, no rush. No matter who was staring. You both stood outside and shivered as a cold wind hit your figure, making your teeth tremble.
âWant my suit?â he asked with worry and didnât even wait on a response, immediately laying his red suit over your shoulders.
âAll this PDAâŚâ you mumble, turning red.
âWhat?â he scoffed, âI canât love my husband in public?â
âNo, it justâŚeven after two years, it makes me feel like iâm dreaming.â you look away from his soft gaze.
He walked in front of you, wrapping his suit more tighter around you. âThatâs my plan, sweetheart.â, he leaned in and pressed his soft lips against yours.
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Court using toys on you when heâs exhausted from sleepless nights
Youâre laying on top of him, his arms around your center as he fucks two fingers into you. His muscular torso flexes under your arched back âMmphâŚfuckâŚSixâŚâ you moan as he pulls his fingers out of you, spreading your juices around your clit.
He reaches over to your side drawer, pulling out your vibrator that he bought you for when he was away for work. He doesnât turn it on yet, but he coats it in the juices soaking your clit. âWant youâŚâ you whine out, slightly disappointed. âI know, baby, I know. Too tired tonight,â he whispers to your ear, breath sending a shiver down your spine.
Youâre not complaining much longer before he turns it on, rubbing it around your clit. Your back instinctively arches with a moan before Six pushes you back into his chest. He wraps a gloved hand around your neck, pushing two fingers inside your mouth to keep you quiet. âShhâŚsweetheart. Canât have Fitz hear youâŚâ You moan against his fingers, reaching over your shoulder to grab a fist full of his messy hair.
You plead for him to increase the speed as you let out muffled moans. He kisses and softly bites on your neck, soothing over the marks with his tongue, whispering soft praises into your bare skin. âDoing so good for me, princess. Just a little more, I promise,â he says before finally turning up the speed.
You try to arch your back again, but Courtâs grip around your waist prevents the action. His other leather gloved hand reaches your entrance, pushing two fingers inside. The added pleasure has your eyes rolling back, head resting against Courtâs shoulder as the coil in your stomach threatens to burst.
With a few more praises, âCâmon baby, almost there,â he sends you over the edge. He turns up the speed again as you ride out your climax. He has to shove his fingers deeper down your throat to muffle the loud moan you let out.
After coming back down to Earth, Court puts the toy back in the drawer before massaging your sides. âDid so well for me, princess. So good for me,â he says as he plants kisses along your jaw.
After youâve caught your breath, he helps get you dressed in some panties and one of his many black shirts. He holds out your panties for you, your legs still trembling as you step into them, holding onto his toned shoulders for support. He changes himself, wearing black boxers and a white shirt that does nothing to hide his toned body.
He carries you back to bed, laying you down before settling beside you and throwing the blanket over the both of you, kissing your temple as he finally gets to rest.
~~~~~~~~~~~
a/n: can you tell i have a thing for gloves?đ¤ anyways, this turned out way longer than expected.
a/n : I actually watched the gray man years ago for ana de armas and fell in love w court so this is technically round two of my ryan gosling obsession (also I refuse to read the books.. sorryâŚ)
summary : some sfw and nsfw hcs about our favorite number
huge oral fixation- this oneâs pretty much canon⌠with him and his gum/his toothpick during the first scene
not afraid to make other people uncomfortable AND make them sit in that discomfort.. god forbid he gets jealous. heâs subtle when he needs to be and he is not subtle when someone is trying to flirt w you
lots of casual pda- holds your hand in crowds, puts a hand on your thigh when you sit next to him
kisses before leaving/going anywhere are mandatory!! it doesnât matter if heâs just going outside to take out the trash- he needs to kiss your forehead or cheek or lips to say âhey! Iâm leaving but Iâll be back!â
gets very quiet and distant when he gets angry at you or claire. immediately backs off when claire gets mad at him and says that heâs not her dad.
is not good with apologies- will buy claire new records and leave them in her room after they fight. will do small chores for you (wake up early to make breakfast, refilling soap bottles- little things like that) after you two fight.
is surprisingly good at fixing things around the house
extremely protective. double checks locks. glares at and takes note of anyone who stares for too long.
^if somethingâs wrong with you or claire he just. will not sleep. mostly to look after either of you but also because he knows heâll probably have a nightmare if he does go to sleep
not a crier. not at sad movies or books or anything. gets mad before/rather than sad.
one of his favorite things to do is sit in claireâs room with her and you- and just listen to records
also loves a movie night in (with ice cream ofc)- which is usually how afternoons on days claire has checkups/treatment go
^his go to is mint chocolate chip but he also likes bubblegum or regular chocolate
doesnât like scary movies though (makes him nervous about claireâs heart)
one time claire fell asleep on the couch after a long movie so court carried her to bed.. then came back to see you all tired and carried you to bed too :)
he gets a tattoo for you and claire once youâre all safe n settled down somewhere quiet (Iâm thinkin maybe both of your birthdays in roman numerals on the back of his upper arm above his elbows? maybe something from an inside joke between the three of you? is also down to get matching tattoos with you)
sleeps on the side closest to the door. can only fall asleep once heâs put claire to bed/knows you and her are asleep and has to be touching you (it could be just a hand on your waist or him spooning you)
keeps a knife tucked into the mattress frame of the bed and a gun in the drawer of the bedside table
has sensory issues that he does not give a fuck about. like no he does NOT like soggy fries- will he eat them if he gets them? yes obviously.
has some.. totally minor control issues (lots of issues in general)- you and claire both have trackers in your phones. will always be the one driving. prefers to make claireâs appointments/needs to know when you have something planned- even if itâs just grocery shopping.
and now some more nsfw hcsâŚ
Iâm aware that he has/had love interests in the books but virgin court is very dear to me </3
idk the fact that he was sent to jail at 15 and then recruited for the sierra program at 23?? he had no time for sex between all that and never really found a reason to go out of his way to do it
but I do think that heâs a quick learner and he is definitely not one to shy away from something new.. while he may let you take the lead at first heâs still very much in control
at first he make you show him how you like it- asks if what heâs doing feels good not because he wants the praise but because he genuinely wants to know
will get rough w you if you try him- he knows his strength! if youâre being shy and looking away heâll grip your chin and tilt your head to him but if youâre just being a brat?? heâs squishing your cheeks with one hand and glaring down at you telling you to behave
if youâre into it he will also use his leg to lock you in place while you deepthroat or even just cockwarm him
^heâll even fuck you in a headlock if you ask nicely
more on his oral fixation.. he needs to have his mouth on you during sex. it doesnât matter if heâs kissing your neck, cheek, forehead, or lips- he just needs to have his mouth doing something
I JUST KNOW HES LOUD WHILE YOU GIVE HIM HEAD.
^(you can shut him up or at least get him to be quieter by stuffing your underwear in his mouth..)
idk I feel like heâd be such a pleasure dom.. loves taking care of you n making you feel good :(
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