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Today on PCE Rereading Her Own Shit Instead Of Writing, what was I ON with All The King’s Horses
How dare the sunlight streaming through the wide windows be so glorious this day? Doesn’t the sky know that it should be weeping right along with him?
#also ana just reminded me how old moose is in the old man ojv so now I’m perishing#listen we’re saying the cat is immortal ok#south park#lmm voice: look at my son#style#my shit#unsolicited excerpt time#fic excerpt
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#chattin#would u believe me if i said this was pep//pino related#its SILLY i was just listening to my friend get upset at ranked ow#bc like hes master and cant really climb past that anymore#and he plays as healer (bc dps role takes too long to queue up for) but hes been having some very dogshit tanks lately#bc u know. they thought it was a good idea to have one (1) tank…#but he was commenting about a shit rein that he had that kept running away from the group#bc all rein mains have one singular braincell#and he was like roadhog wouldve been a better fit bc of their comp#he was lamenting about the lack of roadhogs he sees in comp bc most of them switched to dps or zarya/junker queen#and i was like :( i miss my piggy man i miss him so much-> man pig designs are so fun i love w devs lean into it#-> boar designs are super fun i love boars they mean alot to me -> oh i need to draw boar peppino again i miss my piggy man#-> ROADHOG PEPPINO…#it wasnt even like evocative of anything#it was just like ‘roadhog is fat and pig related and i made my peppino pig related. thats neat!’#and then i sat there thinking of a tiny roadhog in overwatch. like literally the height of ana running around w a hook 😭😭😭#if i draw that that means im obligated to draw roadhog as peppino but i got comms to finish#no time for dat goku…
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God dammit so 13 year old me decided to eat in a disordered way and now I have to deal with chronic constipation. An some people don't realize how much laxatives hurt. And the thing is that staying 15 days without shiting is not fun and it's also painful. At this point I lose in either way so I will let God fix it because if I fix it I'm going to rehab. Rant over. Thank you for coming to my Ted talk. Luv yall
#th1gh gap#ana trigger#tw ed rant#ed not ed sheeran#th1n$po#thin$po#tw ed diet#pro a4a#constipation#i hate my life#rant#listen to me complain#about my own dumb shit#pun intended#its 2 am#i am on the toilet
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Alessandra Davenport would max relate to Taylor Swift's Tolerate It and you can't change my mind on that
Like-
I wait by the door like I'm just a kid,
Use my best colours for your portrait
And also-
While you were out building other worlds where was I?
where's that man who'd throw blankets over my barbed wire?
I made you my temple, my mural, my sky
Now I'm begging for footnotes in the story of your life
Drawing hearts in the byline
And the most Alessandra coded lyrics-
You assume I'm fine, but what would you do if I
Break free and leave us in ruins?
#That song is so Alessandra coded#I'm reading King of Greed#And just happened to listen to this song#And it made me immediately think of her#Poor Ale#Dominic needs to get his shit together and beg for her forgiveness on his knees#I'm feeling feelings#And this song just accentuated them#I love a grovelling man#king of greed#ana huang#Books#Booklr
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already been having a sucky day bc of classwork and then realized i w31gh3d in at 114.6 this morning so i was close to my 1st gw, and i b1ng3d on like 10 of those stupid twist and shouts
so done with today :(
#logged it anyway#however#i've been real good with not binging lately (finally 💀)#even though my mom bought a bunch of junk food that's still sitting in the pantry#and a box of the sams club naan bites#like alrighty yall have fun w that lmao#listening to some 90s house rn tho so i feel a bit better about today#i just want to be thin#pro for me not for thee#🦋tw#🦋goals#low cal restriction tw#a4a diary#ana bllog#ana rant#4n4rexia#4n0rexic#kcal counting#ana calories#tw ana shit#i wanna be skinnier#tw disordered eating#i need to lose this weight#ed behaviour tw#tw ed but not sheeran#an@rexi@#@nor3xia#4n4blr
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#tw ed#listen#some of us are utterly obsessed with kate moss#and enjoy looking at high fashion#but some of us also don't want pro ana shit jumping out at us when we're just trying to vibe#i mean people can post whatever the hell they want#but it's like... we all have to share the space#can we be considerate#feels like that type of situation to me anyway#or maybe i'm just grumpy and triggered#anyway
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I owe my life to black tea with almond milk and cinnamon, I swear that's all I want for the rest of time. it's always so nostalgic for me as it feels like what I imagine a home would feel like lol. if only I weren't so sensitive to natural caffeine :(
man don't even get me started on blueberry tea with milk and honey?? it seriously tastes like blueberry cobbler in a mug! that's only for when I'm having a good day though cause honey seriously freaks me out.
also, why the hell does the fitness app count fruit as regular sugar?? it stresses me out, I've been eating less fruit for that very reason but it's usually like 80 percent of my diet soooo idk I may just die soon.
I asked my mom about it because she used to be a health nut and studied anatomy and nutrition for years, and she said its fine as long as you're not having a lot of processed sugars with natural sugar and as long as you are exercising every day, it shouldn't make you fat so that made me feel a little better but fr the intrusive thoughts are winning right now.
either way I decided I would have an apple for breakfast anyway, and decided to share with my mom since it was so big, I love cutting and peeling fruit, it soothes me :)
anyway, thanks for listening, heres a guilt free *insert ur favorite treat here, just for you, because I love you very much
#i retain what i listen to#i can laugh til my face turns blue#walk dont run youre gonna miss that spark#tw ana diary#ed relapse#ed bllog#tw ed diet#ed vent#tw ana shit#ed disorder#edblrr#ana meal
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If you know… then you know
This song actually helps me feel less anxious, alone, and angry about my eating disorder, also MXMS is just an underrated band that deserves more recognition.
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Saw Alien Weaponry and Gojira on Friday and got my face melted off
#as someone who doesnt listen to gojira i thought they were pretty good#alien weaponry slapped obvs#i came just to hear ru ana te whenua live and they didnt disappoint#employed to serve were also amazing#never heard of them before but holy shit#never seen so many crowd surfers for an opener before#alien Weaponry#gojira
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Your female ancestors that nearly died from famine or child birth that were financially shackled to men they hated and had to wash clothes in a river and milk cows while pregnant watching you listen to the red scare podcast and post pro ana shit and talk about giving up your rights so you can bake banana bread and wanting to have 12 babies and live on a farm and be an illiterate barefoot housewife living on a farm
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Playing and talking with my boys will really just not get old. It's been 6 yrs but it's still a good time
#miranda talking shit#Only time i play overwatch is with them and we have all evolved and grown but thats still Our Game#We play from time to time and it feels so good safe and stable....#Cant explain it but playing a game that long with some people you just ... Feel very at ease#Like not an 'i know they wont ever let me down' bc thats not the point but more of an... I know where you'll generally be and if i tell you#Something you'll listen? Very nice. Nothing more safe than roo playing soilder72 or mccree. And fabian on lucio#Granted our friend group have declined a lot we used to be 6+ people but still us three still playing and being friends after 6yrs it feels#Secure af... Old friends too i still feel good the rare times they come on and play its still that security feeling#Matt on hog Giulio on reinhart and Antonio on junk/zen thats just yeah (':#I guess we just mend well and even if we dont win all the time its still fun and yeah???#Big bonus that we play characters that mend well with the others#I mean im the mercy main who can shift to soke others supports when needed anf whip oiy the winston if i must#Im being lame but yeah i really like it... All of us also have secondary characters which aren't the same but also work well with the other#Roo has zarya and ana plus sombra/tracer. Fabian plays a lot but genji/doomfist and ball. And i mean i got winston sym/torb/moira#We can generally adjust a lot to the rest of our team and fit in well and it feels good aw man#Im emotional over an video gam and my frirnds lmao#The boys#Miranda talking shit
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their (her) interview ✮ l. walti
pairing: lia walti x fem!reader
part (1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7)
it has been a few months since you started dating the swiss midfielder, mapi wasn't surprised at all - in fact, she was happy that you found someone to love. ingrid had a shit eating grin as you looked at her confused, she knew about lia's feelings way before you did - when you waited for lia that day after the derby day, she had saw the two of you exit the stadium together. you had your entire face covered, shielding yourself from the fans that lingered - while she guided you swiftly to her car. that was the day you actually confirmed the way you both felt about each other, lia was the first one to break, confessing her small but not really crush on you.
you were flustered really that someone actually managed to feel the same way. but a soft smile was seen on the arsenal player's face, as she looked at you. you were shuffling through the swiss's apartment, wearing her oversized shirt - something she loved, whenever you'd wear her clothes, you'd fit in them perfectly. but her eyes were cut off, as she gazed back to her laptop screen, an interview she was currently going through.
"is the missus there?" the english interviewer asked, as lia chuckled at the question. she didn't mind talking about you, but there are times where she just wanted to keep everyone in the dark about your relationship. the definition of private, but not a secret.
"yes, she is. was it that obvious?" lia laughed, as the interviewer nodded, giving her a soft but knowing smile.
"you're looking at her, like she's your whole world." as lia hummed, giving the camera a soft nod.
"because she is - because she's finally mine"
"would you care to tell us your love story?" just as the question ended, you had taken a seat beside the swiss, currently moving closer to her - burying your head into the crook of her neck. an amused smile was shown, as she hummed. the swiss kept her eyes on you, noticing how you listened to her heart beat - it was something you loved.
"love, they want to know about our love story. can i?" you shyly raised your head at your lover, not looking into the laptop's camera. a small nod was shown, before you sat up properly.
"the world cup? when spain had knocked my team out of the world cup, you had gotten knocked down in the middle of the first half - i had gone to check up on you, but you didn't hear me. in fact, the spanish players didn't want to let me near." lia said, as you softly chuckled.
"i'm not sure if it's known, but i wear hearing aids - i have since i was a child. but the uproar from both fans, i couldn't deal with it. so i had removed it, i didn't meant to, you know?" you softly asked, as lia nodded - then chuckled at your shy behavior, kissing the top of your crown.
"i know, ana had scolded me that day, demanded i make things right with you. and i did. we had gotten breakfast the day after the game, where i had learned about your condition, love." you teased her as she softly swatted your hands away.
"then came your transfer to chelsea, breaking the transfer fee - an expensive player you are. i had gotten absolutely wasted one day, and stumbled into y/n." lia sighed, remembering that embarrassing moment.
"i didn't knew where she lived, so i took her to my place - where she slept in my room, i slept in the living room couch. my place was barely filled." you commented as lia softly groaned as she remembered what happened that night, you never told her until she remembered. you were confused when she apologized out of the blue but understood when she clarified it.
"i still can't believe on why you didn't tell me, love." lia asked, as the interviewer looked a bit confused. as you gave her a small smile, shrugging as you focused back onto the screen.
"what - what is it, if i may ask?" as you chuckled, the swiss player softly shoved you, snickering at her actions.
"i may have had a lot of drinks, that i coughed up a few things." as he gasped at her words, lia blushed as you fixed your posture, and facial expressions.
"because i didn't want to make you embarrassed or uncomfortable." you replied, a shy smile was seen as lia hummed, placing a small kiss on your hand.
"always love a gentlewoman, don't we" lia teased, as you nodded at her words.
"what happened on the derby day?" you raised an eyebrow as lia hummed, looking away as you raised your shoulders. "a little misunderstanding between two players, i mean chelsea and arsenal do have a rivalry against each other."
a few questions later, and the interview had ended. leaving the zoom call, you were immediately tackled on the couch - her hands held your wrists in place, as she placed soft kisses all over your face, showering you with love as you chuckled at her behavior.
"i'm so lucky that you're mine."
"believe me, i'm luckier." you said, grinning into the kiss as you felt warm all over - the kiss was gentle, delicate, as always.
"i am, it was hard enough to get mapi's approval." lia commented, as you grinned. it was true, mapi wanted to make sure that you gotten the love you deserve.
#lia walti#lia walti imagine#lia walti x reader#swisswnt x reader#woso x reader#woso imagine#arsenal wfc imagine#leon!reader
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Not over yet. - (1)
pairing: stalkerexbf!jungkook x female!reader
@ what was leah listening to? : one of the girls - the weeknd
⋆ summary. what do you do if your being stalked? call the police obviously. if you don't and something happens...you cant blame anyone.
⋆ warnings . 18+ mdni... dark/psychotic!jungkook, kidnapping, jk has no morals whatsoever, dirty talk, breeding kink, past relationship mentioned, fluff if you squint, unprotected sex , debatable happy ending , yandere elements, pwp , reader is a big overthinker, major angst dump, jungkook get jealous super easily, misunderstanding, jungkook is mean
Wordcount !!! 846 words ( short chapter )
no smut in this chapter but definitely in the next few. -
༉‧₊˚. this work is pure fiction. no acts performed in this are linked to the charecters that partake in the storyline. please refrain from reading if uncomfortable ༉‧₊˚.
He's been sitting there for hours now. Just sitting, not using the cracked mobile placed next to him or....even blinking? He is doing something obviously but not the most productive thing to do at all.
Watching you.
If you said that was the most creepy thing you've experienced today, you'd be wrong. Completely fucking wrong. What had you done to deserve this? To be locked in this shitty basement on a mattress that must have been bought in the medieval times, that is if they even had mattresses in those times. You'd been Jeon motherfucking Jungkook's girlfriend. Your stomach let out the most horrifying growl which broke the deafening silence.
A low chuckle echoed around the room as footsteps padded towards you. You held your breath and snapped your eyes shut. Trying your hardest to act like you were sleeping. Too bad you never payed attention in the classes your mother splurged on.
' Oh darling...you've never been the best at acting have you? ' a husky voice said. ' I know you're awake. ' a hand brushed your face, your body shivered involuntarily as it trailed down. hooking your chin and forcing you to look up.
Anyone would say he's a beautiful sight. A fallen angel perhaps. Not you though. To you he's the devil on earth. Fucking satan maybe.
He's a Monster.
⸻ . ࣪ . ♪⃝ Flashback....2 years ago
' Morning love, ' Jungkook sighed. ' sorry for waking you up so early, I completely forgot about the meeting '
You smile at him and peck his cheek, ' Thats okay, I needed to wake up anyway ' you mutter while buttering a slice of bread. Jungkook gives you a side-ways glance ' Why's that? ' he says absent-mindedly, picking up his phone you check unread emails from work. ' I'm meeting up with a few friends from high-school, sort of a reunion i guess' you say awkwardly, hoping begging internally he won't ask which friends. ' That's nice....who's gonna be there? ' well, shit. the universe is definitely not on your side today. ' oh......uhm, just Lilya, Ana, maybe Siena and a few others ' it wasn't lying....they were going to be there...you just hadn't listed the names of ' a few others '. Luckily, Jungkook bought it, relief flooded your face as he walked out the door.........after a rather long make-out session. He did love his kisses, you smirk.
Everything was great. You had missed your old friends. As it was shown, so did they. You had especially missed one person in particular. Your best friend...Min Yoongi. You sweared you weren't crying when you pulled away from a bone-crunching hug that probably lasted a few minutes but it felt that a few seconds. That made you realize how long it'd been since you had seen him. You sat next to him when eating,smiled at him as much as you could, making the most out of the day......it was perfect.
until it wasn't
You turned your back for two seconds tops. You heard a low groan and whipped round only to find yoongi lying on the floor face-down a shadow cast across his body.
jungkook's shadow.
He stared at you with bloodshot eyes,his large frame shaking with rage. The room was quiet. deadly silent. then broken by the scared whisper of a worker as she whispered into the telephone, undebatably to the police.
' what do you think your doing huh?! FUCKING LIAR ! ' lilya, ana ....and maybe siena ' ' he says mocking you ' AND NOW I SEE YOU WITH THIS PIECE OF SHIT HUH? ' he let out a low sigh
Jungkook's eyes switched from yours to the workers and anguish washed over his face, he frowned and grabbed your arm.
' Hurry up, love. If we leave now we can get away.....love? ' it was too quick. the change in tone that is. Something bad will happen if you go with him. You just know it. So of course you stay rooted to the spot. he looked at you a questionable look etched on his face as he kept trying to pull you along with him.
You shake him off ' No. ' you state. Jungkook looked bewilderered ' What do you mean no? Babe there's no time hurry up. ' you shake your head ' No. Jungkook. I mean it. I'm done. This, ' you beckon around and point at him then yourself ' is done ' you finish.
In a moment of anger he lunges at you and grips your hair pulling it hard, making you gasp ' you fucking slut. you're leaving me? ha...this is for him isn't it ' he points at yoongi's still unconscious figure on the floor. ' you've been cheating on me haven't you, well listen here you- ' he never finished that sentence as several police officers strode in and manhandled jungkook until the hadcuffs were securely on his wrists. What Jungkook had done was assault. That was 6 months in prison. Minimum. As the officers dragged him out of the place he shouted something that made your blood curdle.
' you wait bitch. i'll come for you. just wait '
⸻ . ࣪ . ♪⃝ Present......
You scurry away from him desperately ' JUNGKOOK....PLEASE. ' you sob out ' WE'RE OVER JUST LEAVE ME ALONE !!! '
he chuckles darkly
' but darling we're not over. not yet '
oh my lord.....i cant believe i just wrote that 😭
this is my first post and it going to be a series so... make sure to read the next few chapters 💗
#bts#bts smut#jungkook smut#jungkook x reader#bts scenarios#jungkook fanfic#jungkook x you#jungkook x y/n#bts jungkook#bts fanfic
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this has been in my head for a couple days and i’ve been thinking about writing it
but jude comes home from an away game so he was gone 2-3days and he sees you cooking dinner so he comes and hugs you from behind and he’s asking how you day was, but he can’t help himself so he starts grinding against you(dry humping?) and once he gets off and he cums he’s embarrassed so he’s hiding in your neck but you just tell him how sexy/hot it was
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u should 100% write this!! (i’m begging u) this is so🤭🤭he’s so worked up and horny and he’s missed u a stupid amount even tho it’s only been a few days and the second he walks into the kitchen and sees u in his shirt and a pair of shorts he’s instantly hard and part of him feels bad bc you’ve been apart for a few days and he should really just love on u. so he tries his hardest to keep it innocent despite his boner, hugging u from behind, face tucked into ur neck so he can pepper ur skin w kisses but ur arse feels so good pressed against him and he’s missed the scent of ur perfume and just the sound of ur voice is enough to get him off. he’s rocking his hips against u without even noticing at first, just subtle shifts that have u gasping a little and he needs u to keep talking so he’s gripping ur hip in one hand, the other splayed across ur tummy so he can hold u in place, face still pressed into ur shoulder and he’s so whiney and all “keep talkin’, baby, please. tell me- shit, tell me abt ur day” and ur so shocked that he’s getting off like this and it’s so unbelievably hot that u think u might cum just from listening to his whimpers and moans. he’s coming so quickly, literally shuddering against ur back and ur having to stroke ur palm up and down the arm he has curled around u in ana attempt to calm him down and when he finally comes around he feels so embarrassed, pressing his nose into ur neck to hide away while muttering a little apology but ur just shaking ur head and telling him how hot he is but then ur throwing in a teasing little “missed me?”
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A dream. Ghost & his little girl.
Simon 'Ghost' Riley x f!reader one-shot (it's so fluffy I could die).
Simon would be a girl dad. You can't change my mind. Writing fluffy shit isn't my thing--I'm usually a very feral writer. Hope you enjoy this softness, don't get used to it, LOL. This is not proofed.
They have a very sweet moment and I could just DIE.
"Daddy."
Ghost stirs in his sleep. His large body took up a majority of the couch, long legs draped over the sides.
"Daddy!" Comes that tiny voice again.
He's in a state between conscious and completely knocked out. Everything is black, and the small voice echoes through the darkness. He groans when he feels a small weight press down on his chest. His large hand comes up to rub the bridge of his nose. He breathes one sharp breath through his nostrils and huffs, feeling the weight on him shuffle around as his wide body moves under it.
"Momma, can you come get daddy up, please? He won't listen to me again." The small voice calls out into the darkness.
A tiny hand comes forward, balling into a fist and knocking gently on the skull part of his mask. He grunts in response. He's still struggling to open his eyes--but when he hears your voice, the sound of blood pumping through his veins starts to echo in the back of his head.
Slowly, his long lashes lift to reveal light. His brown hues are finding it hard to focus. He turns his head to the side slowly, away from the sunlight to help focus. When he's finally able to open them all the way, he sees you. There you are, leaning up against the doorway. A gentle smile caresses your cheeks as you cross your arms over your chest. Your hair is wet, sticking to your cheeks from a fresh shower. You're wearing one of his hoodies---it's massive on you, coming down past your knees like a dress. You've got no pants on, beautifully sculpted thighs free to dry in the fresh air.
There's something so majestic and beautiful about you when you're not covered head-to-toe in combat gear and weapons. Your gentle beauty reminds him exactly why he fell in love with you.
"Ana, honey. Let Daddy rest. He just got home." You say with sweetness dripping off your tongue. He'd never heard your voice in this tone before.
He watches you in silence as you lean off the wall and let your arms drop to your sides. You approach him slowly, and his head follows you. Your arms reach out above him, and he turns, looking up to see the little girl sitting atop his chest. She has light brown hair, much like his. But her eyes are the same color as yours. She's wearing jean overalls and a baby blue shirt underneath. Your hands come to wrap around her to pull her off him.
You bring her to rest on your side, arm under her butt to hold her steady.
She looks exactly like you.
He's motionless, fingers jerking slightly at his sides as he watches you. You bring a hand up to the girl's face to swipe a piece of hair behind her ear.
"Why don't you go grab him something to eat, hmm? He's probably hungry." You say softly.
The girl nods, and you lean forward to press a gentle kiss to her cheek. Leaning down, you set her little feet on the ground, and the girl immediately takes off through the doorway.
Once she's gone, you turn to look down at him. That same gentle smile crosses your face, and you approach him slowly. His gaze follows your every move as you come to sit next to him on the couch. Your hand lays on his chest, gently rubbing fine circles with your palm.
"Sorry, love. She gets a little too excited when you come home." You say.
He breathes slowly, watching as your eyes search his. You rub his chest slowly, leaning in close to press your forehead to his mask. Ghost watches, still unable to move his body. His fingers twitch anxiously at his sides, desperately wanting to run through the softness of your damp hair.
You lean back up, hand coming to slip under the soft part of his mask. Gingerly, you pull it up to reveal his stubbled jaw and plump lips. His lipe part in anticipation as you lean forward and press your lips to his. You both moan together, relishing in this feeling.
"Simon--" you speak softly. Pulling away, you smile down at him. You speak his name again, and it sounds like heaven slipping from your lips.
"Simon--" you say again. Only this time, it's echoing like the girls voice was before. He watches you start to fade, darkness pulling all around him. His eyes widen as you slip from his point of view. His body is still limp, and he can hear his heartbeat.
"Simon--" he hears again, but it's a lot louder now.
He tries to say your name, but when he opens his mouth, nothing comes out.
"Simon. Wake up." He hears you say again. It's louder this time, and he can feel the cool skin of your hand on his mask. His eyes begin to open slowly, adjusting to the rising sunlight beaming in through the window.
He looks over to see you sitting on the floor next to him. He's lying on a small couch that's full of rips. When he looks around, he recognizes the same run-down shack he saw before he fell asleep last night. He sighs, closing his eyes. He brings his hand up to rub the bridge of his nose like he had in his dream.
"You okay?" You ask softly.
He glances over at you. Your small form is situated on the floor next to the couch. Your arm is resting atop his, and your fingers stroke him softly. Concern covers your features as you seek for his eyes. He looks down at your partially swollen belly and grunts.
"Why are you on the floor?" He asks sternly.
"I woke up about an hour ago. Didn't want to disturb you. You never sleep." You speak softly. A soft blush flushes over your cheeks as you look down, slightly embarrassed. "And...I'm getting sorta heavy. I didn't want to make you uncomfortable."
"You're fuckin' jokin' right?" He says.
You slowly look back up at him and shake your head.
"You're carrying my child--" he says, shifting to sit up on his arms. "--and you think I give a damn about how heavy you are?"
"I also got sick. So, didn't want to get it on you."
He cocks his head to the side, never taking his eyes off you.
"You should have stayed on base." He says, his voice coy and dark.
You watch him for a moment before looking down at your hand. It's resting on top of your small belly.
"I told you, Simon. Having this baby won't stop me from doing my job."
"Yeah, well, now you're not just riskin' your own life. You're risking our daughters life too."
You peer at him through your peripherals, face still blushed a bright pink.
"Daughter?" You ask softly.
He glances away from you towards the corner of the little shack.
"How you so sure it's a girl?" You ask.
He doesn't respond--doesn't even look back at you as he speaks. "I'm not. Just a feeling."
You watch him for a few minutes as he continues to stare into the corner.
"You want a daughter." You proclaim with a devious grin. Ghost grunts in response and turns to you.
"No. I do not. Having a daughter that looks like you would be trouble. I'll be chasing boys away until I'm dead. She'd never be allowed to date."
You laugh softly, hand slowly rubbing circles over your little belly. "I'll take that as a compliment, sir."
He grunts, turning his head to look at you once more. His eyes search yours for something as he contemplates his next words.
"What are we gonna do, kid?" He asks.
"I don't know. We'll have to figure it out as we go along." You say softly, head dipping to look down at your belly again.
Ghost shifts, sitting up on the couch. He leans down, his gloved hand taking the place of yours on that swollen belly. "You're dead set on continuing your career here after you give birth?" He asks softly.
When he found out you were pregnant, the first thing that came to mind for him was a home. For you to retire and take care of the kid. But that wasn't you. He offered to buy a house--a modest little cottage somewhere in America. Somewhere he knew you would both be safe. But you declined. This was your home, with him and the boys of 141.
"Whatever happens. I'm not giving up my post. My place is by your side. Out here." You speak softly.
Ghost watches you intently. "Love, you know you don't need to be by my side to--"
"I know--" you interrupt. "--you guys are my family. And you're the only life I've ever known."
He takes his hand from your belly to grab your chin, lifting you up to look at him.
"I really wish you would reconsider." He says.
"This baby has a family back home that already loves her. My dad--I know he'll step up. And my brothers--they will too. We'll come home as much as we can. Until this is settled. Until the word is a better place. Like we all agreed."
His thumb gently rubs the skin on your chin as he looks in your eyes.
"I already love her more than anything. She'll be cared for, I promise." You say softly, bringing your hand back down to rub your belly.
"Her, huh?" He asks, a hint of humor in his tone.
You smile a little, letting your eyes close. "I love the idea of a mini-me torturing you."
Ghost removes his hand from you, reaching up to lift his mask over his lips. He leans down, capturing your jaw in his grip again. He kisses you, slowly. His tongue grazes your lower lip when he bites down softly. When he pulls away, his nose brushes yours.
"I've thought of a name." He says.
"Yeah?"
"Ana."
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TIRED; caroline graham hansen x fem!reader
Summary: in which caro rant to y/n about how she felt on her national team.
Warnings: short fic for this precious sunshine.
Note: English is not my first language.
not my gif.
She read the breaking news.
And she was devastated.
If it was true, how can you leave out two of your best players out?
Two players who came to win the champions league.
Y/N grabbed her phone and was meeting by a photo of her with her girlfriend, making her forget momentarily about what she was going to do. She searched for Caro's number and pressed the button once she found it.
A tone.
Two tones.
And at the three tones, Caro answered it.
"Hola min kjærlighet." Caro greeted her in a groggy voice, clearing her throat after.
"Shit. Are you sleeping? I don't watch the hour, sorry." Y/N curses, making the forward laugh.
"Don't worry. I needed to wake up soon." The blonde informed, letting out a yawn.
Y/N bit her bottom lip; "I read the news... It's true?" She asked unsure, not wanting Caro to get mad or upset.
Caro sighed.
"It's true. I don't tell you anything because I don't care anymore about this national team." Caro hissed the last part.
Y/N could hear how pissed she is about it.
"You don't have fault about anything, okay? Neither Ingrid." Y/N let her know, even if she didn't know the full story.
"I know it. It's the fault of Hege. She didn't listen to us, to her players... It's frustrating. Sorry, I don't want to bother you about it." The Norwegian rarely gets mad or angry or raises her voice.
Y/N shakes her head even if her girlfriend couldn't see her. "No, no. You know that you can count on me, and if you want, I will be grateful to hear it." She said with a soft voice, putting herself better on her seat on the sofa, watching by her window the dark sky.
"Hege punished us for telling the truth. She didn't care if we lost match after match. She only cares about herself. We aren't good enough because we don't work sufficiently on it. We need staff people who care about us, not participating in the world cup. It matters if you do ridiculous things in front of the world." Caro said in a rush, her voice getting raised as her angrier thoughts showed up. "And Ingrid? She didn't say anything bad. She admitted our mistakes, but of course if you want to play you need to shut up and nod." She finished.
Y/N was really surprised by Caro's statement. Not from the words, if not for her tone of voice. It was a mix between angry and sad, winning the temper.
"My advice is that you need to do it for your teammates, they don't have the fault for your coach being uncompetitive." Y/N muttered, not wanting to disturb Caro. "And for your country. The people who show you their support, no matter the countries they are from. Like me for example." She tried her best to cheer her up.
Caro let out an inevitable soft chuckle at her last comment. They are in silence for a few minutes, processing everything in their minds.
"You will see Ana today." Y/N remind her, playing with her laces from her pajama short.
"Yeah. Something good, at least." The blonde muttered, rolling on her bed, closing her eyes.
"How is Ingrid?" Y/N can't resist asking by her friend.
"Affected. But she received some calls before and she is better. And she has us too." Caro explained.
Y/N felt bad. She found an hour ago about Norway's news and probably Mapi or some familiar found it hours ago and called the brunette.
"Sorry about not calling before... I was working." Y/N apologises, regretful for having a shit of a job.
"I supposed that you're working. Don't worry, babe. I just want it to be over and fly to the warm city where I live." Y/N giggles, finding funny how her nordic girlfriend hates the cold.
"What about me?" Y/N teases.
Caro plays a lazy smile. "You are the most I miss right now... So, be prepared when I come back because I'm not going to let you go."
"I can't wait." Y/N whispered, smiling remembering the moments with her.
"I will let the national team after the world cup." Caro confessed after a moment of silence. "I can't anymore. I'm really tired of their behaviour. They know what they want and they don't want me. So..." She trailed off, sighing.
"I will support every decision you make." Y/N support her.
Caro smiled; "Thank you, min kjærlighet. I just want to focus on us, family, friends and my club. That's all I want."
"Well, I'll let you rest a little more." Y/N said watching the hour on her phone, setting an alarm to watch the game in a few hours.
"Sorry that you asked for the morning to watch me play..." Caro said sadly. "I'll make it to you, I promise."
"Don't be silly. You don't have the fault. And sadly that type of shit always happens. So focus on passing to the next level."
Caro laughed at how her girlfriend denominated it like a video game.
"I will try my best if they let me." The blonde said. "For you." She added in a whisper.
"Te quiero." Y/N whispered back.
"Jeg elsker deg mer."
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