#what if you're just too damn fucking insensitive
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welcome baaaack! i missed you so much
i've been here since forever and i remember a very long time ago that you promised us insecure chubby bucky. i never forget and i'm still waiting for him (when you get time for sure). i would love to read that whenever you right it! otherwise i'm really happy you're back again.
much love purple<3
Pairing: Insecure!Chubby!Chef!Bucky Barnes x f!reader
Word Count: 4,180
Summary: Bucky runs into his ex, who manages to mess with his head, bringing his insecurities to the surface again. His girl takes it upon herself to show him how perfect he is.
Warnings: 18+ content, bullying (sort of), fat shaming, negative self body image, insecurities, intrusive thoughts, mentions of cheating, a little crying, a little angst, smut, unprotected vaginal sex, cum, multiple orgasms
A/N: Nonnie, omg, you have been here a long time! I love and appreciate you so so much and I can't believe you stuck around for so long wow:"💜💜 Thank you so much for existing and for being here you're the reason I don't wanna leave again💜💜💜 Here's one insecure chubby bucky for you, I hope you like this one and that I did a good job💜 Thank you again ilyyy, please enjoyxx💜💜(y'all i think i forgot how to write smut what is wrong with me)
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perfect to me
“I’m so sorry, baby, I have to run,” she told him after checking her phone, pecking his lips and taking quick steps down the aisle of the large store.
Bucky smiled, taking another fruit plate and placing it in their cart. His girl was such a hard worker and he couldn’t be prouder.
It was going to be Christmas soon and his girl was still working hard so Bucky was going to make her the best holiday food she’s ever tasted.
He was focused on picking the freshest cranberries when he heard a scoff, a very familiar one.
“Hey, Ryan,” Bucky sighed, not really wanting to ruin his good mood, as he turned around to meet a face he knew too well.
“What does she owe you?” said Ryan, tilting his head with a smirk.
“What?!”
“There’s no way this chick is seeing you. I figured she must owe you and is just paying her debt!” He smirked further, not even trying to hide his gloating when he saw that his words still had an effect on Bucky.
“My relationship with her is none of your business.” Bucky’s voice was suddenly low as his eyes stared down at the contents of the cart.
“But my relationship with you is.” Ryan put a finger under Bucky’s chin but the latter took a step away.
“We don’t have a relationship. You cheated on me, remember? I was too fat for you.” Bucky’s shaky voice moved nothing inside Ryan. If anything Ryan wanted more.
“And now you’re too fat for her.”
“Shut up. She is nothing like you.”
“Really? Do you even know where she goes when she leaves you? Where she is right now, for example?” Ryan smirked.
“She got called into work and had to run to the office.” Bucky knew he owed him nothing and if he was in his right mind he wouldn’t have went through a conversation with Ryan at all, but he wasn’t.
“How are you still so naïve?” He laughed heartily as if Bucky’s misery was actually amusing to him.
“Leave me alone.” Bucky tried to push the shopping cart and walk away, but Ryan stepped before him.
“I didn’t know your publisher lived in an office.”
“What are you talking about?”
“She leaves you to go fuck your publisher. You know him, black guy, sexily built, very handsome.”
The words left Bucky feeling lightheaded as the world seemed to twirl around him. Could history be repeating itself? No, not this time. His girl was not like that.
“I saw her coming to his building with him.”
“How’d you even-”
“I wait tables in the restaurant across the street from his apartment. I didn’t know she was with you but damn are you lucky you met me today!” Ryan laughed insensitively.
“It’s probably someone else.”
“I think I know what your publisher looks like.”
“You’re lying,” Bucky chocked out, trying to get out of Ryan’s way.
“You don’t sound so sure about that.” Ryan tilted his head again with a smug smirk, poking Bucky’s tummy, “you know why? Because deep down you know she’s too sexy for you. Because you look at her and then at yourself and you can’t figure out why she’d want you. Because you know that sooner or later she’s gonna get tired of your fat ass and—”
“My life now is none of your business, Ryan. You left. You chose to go, so stay gone.” Bucky’s weak voice interrupted, shutting Ryan right up before he sped out of the store, leaving the groceries behind.
“You’ll come back to me when you see for yourself!” He shouted after Bucky, but he didn’t stop nor turn back.
The questions he had raised in Bucky’s head, Bucky had no answers for them himself. Why was this sweet girl with him? What did she see in him? Anyone who met them thought the same thing: they didn’t belong together. So what did she see differently? What was Bucky bringing to their relationship? Could he even satisfy her? Could he keep her fulfilled?
He thought the days where Ryan messed with his head were long gone but he was obviously mistaken. Ryan could still easily hurt him. He could still make him feel as large as an elephant yet smaller than an insect. The dagger he’d planted was in so deep that Bucky couldn’t feel anything but the pain the stab brought.
~
His ex’s words plagued his mind. They took over and drowned out his girl’s voice, pushing it to the background.
All of a sudden, Bucky was very aware of his size, of the way the couch made the slightest sounds under his weight, and the way his girl could fit her whole self on one of his thighs if she wanted to.
“Bucky bear?” A hand on his cheek pulled him out of his thoughts.
Suddenly, he hated the words she nicknamed him with. Bear? Is that how big she thought he was?
“Hmm?”
“I was asking if you wanna go shopping for last minute gifts with me tomorrow,” she repeated, smiling sweetly, her fingers brushing a few hairs back and behind Bucky’s ear as she yawned.
Bucky’s new cookbook became a best seller after one week of release and the publication house was throwing the amazing chef a party.
She couldn’t be prouder and she wanted to support Bucky all the way. She loved Christmas and now it was going to be even better with this event added to their memories.
She was going to go all out for her man and he didn’t even know it. It was going to be a huge surprise and she couldn’t wait to make it happen.
“Yeah, why not,” Bucky replied, faking a smile back.
“What were you busy thinking about?” Her thumb traced his stubbly cheek as she frowned worriedly.
For a wonderfully successful cook, Bucky didn’t look so happy.
“You,” he answered with the truth though his eyes didn’t sparkle like they usually would at the thought of her.
“What about me?” Her smile returned as she stared lovingly at Bucky’s face.
“Why are you with me?” Bucky couldn’t hide the sorrow in his voice if he tried.
“What?” She sat up straight in his lap as her face fell.
“Please don’t make me repeat the question.”
“Buck, where’s this coming from?” Her hands cupped both his cheeks.
“I just don’t get it.” He shook his head, swallowing as his hands removed hers from his face.
“Don’t get what?!” She placed her hands on Bucky’s chest instead, refusing to let him push her away.
“Why you’re here!”
“I’m here because I love you, what’s hard to get, baby?”
“Do you really love me?”
This was serious. She’s never seen her boyfriend look so broken.
“James, what’s going on?”
“Answer the question, plum,” Bucky requested, the back of his fingers stroking over her cheek, knowing this was probably the last time he would get to touch her soft skin.
“Of course I love you!”
“Then why do you leave me to go meet Sam and then lie to me about it?!” Bucky unintentionally raised his voice.
“W—what?”
There were so many emotions overwhelming her and none of them was pleasant.
She was shocked, hurt and dejected. Bucky has never raised his voice at her before.
“What were you doing together last night? And the night before and the night before that?!”
“Bucky, you’ve got it all wrong.” She shook her head, heartbroken that Bucky would think of her like that.
“Please leave.” He slid her off his lap and stood up, turning his back to her.
“Bucky.” Tears pricked her eyes.
“Leave, plum.”
“Bucky, me and Sam were—”
“If you won’t leave then I will.” Bucky sped to the door, grabbing his jacket from where it was hanged.
The last thing he wanted was to cry in front of her too. He’s already shown his weakness once; never again.
“Bucky!”
He ignored her calls, ready to run out of the door and let his legs take him far away where he’d have to hear no lies and could no longer get hurt.
“James Bucky Barnes, don’t you dare walk out on me!” She blocked the door, preventing Bucky from exiting the apartment.
Her eyes glistened with yet to be shed tears as her heart pounded in her chest. The mere idea of losing Bucky for any reason terrified her more than anything else.
She loved the man with her heart and soul and would go to the ends of the Earth for his sake. Why couldn’t he see that?
“I didn’t wanna ruin the surprise but… your book is a best seller. Me and Sam were planning you a party to celebrate. We figured if we met at the restaurant it’d ruin the surprise so I saw him at his place after work.”
Bucky stared at her dumbly.
“You can call Sam if you don’t believe me.”
“Oh.” Bucky felt like someone’s just dumped a bucket of cold water over his head; felt like an absolute idiot, “oh, plum.”
“I’m sorry I kept it a secret, but I’m not sorry I wanted to do something nice for the man I love.” A tear rolled down her cheek and her lower lip trembled, “and I’m really sad with you for stalking me and doubting me like that. I didn’t expect that from you, Bucky… and I’m hurt.”
“Sweet plum-”
“You can leave now if you still want to.” She took quick steps to the bedroom, leaving Bucky at the door.
It wasn’t often that she and Bucky fought and it was never something that couldn’t be solved within an hour. He could never bear to see her upset, let alone let her go to bed mad at him.
“Plum,” Bucky softly knocked on her door, swallowing the lump stuck in his throat, “can I please come in?”
But this was big.
Bucky has doubted her love for him. He has insulted her loyalty and ruined everything because of his insecurities and the poisonous words of a man who never cared for him.
She opened the door for him in a heartbeat, her face soaked in tears.
“No, no, sweet plum.” Bucky took her in his arms, praying to the deities she wouldn’t repel from his touch.
“You pushed me out of your lap.” She sobbed, her chest heaving and her forehead pressed to his shoulder.
His accusations hurt but the fact that he pushed her away somehow hurt her more.
Bucky couldn’t help but let his tears fall as well.
How could he be so thoughtless? She was the one good thing in his life and he almost let her go. No amount of restaurants he could open could make him feel as happy as a smile from her would.
He could write a library and collect every prize ever known to humankind, and she would still be the best thing Bucky has ever won over.
“I’m stupid, baby. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” His hold tightened, engulfing her smaller frame in a desperate hug, “please don’t cry because of an idiot like me. I’m sorry, sweet plum. Forgive me, baby.”
“Why’d you do it?” Her sad eyes looked at him in question, full of confusion yet void of bitterness.
“I- sweet plum-” Bucky didn’t know how to answer her question because now that he looked back, he could see how stupid it all was.
Why did he follow her for 3 consecutive nights while she went to meet Sam instead of just trusting her? Why did he choose to believe and trust in Ryan’s words and not her love for him? Why was it easier for him to imagine her with someone like Sam but impossible to think of her with someone like himself?
“It’s because I’m a big idiot,” Bucky replied.
“Bucky.”
“Please forgive me, plum.” Bucky pecked her temple.
“Tell me what happened.” She demanded softly, wiping Bucky’s own tears away and kissing his chin.
“Nothing happened, sweet plum. I got inside my own head again. I’m sorry, baby.” Bucky lied with a sad smile, too ashamed to admit Ryan’s words almost had him ruining the best relationship he’s ever been in.
She nodded understandingly, her hand cupping Bucky’s face as she rested his forehead on hers.
Bucky would tell her when he was ready. She didn’t want to stay mad at him. She knew he had issues with self confidence and she wasn’t about to make him feel even worse. He would come to her when he was comfortable. Bucky would tell her on his own.
“Please stay.” She whispered, her teary eyes heavy with sleep, yet afraid to go to bed and have Bucky leave after.
“I’m not going anywhere, sweet plum.” Bucky kissed her forehead, taking her by the hand to their bed.
~
“You know you can talk to me, right?” Her soothing voice whispered, filling the dark room.
Bucky was laying wide awake, Ryan’s words playing in his ears over and over again. What he did to his girl and how he made her cry. All the messed up shit he did just hours ago gnawed at him and took the sleep away from his eyes.
“I ran into Ryan,” Bucky finally replied, unable to sleep while he’s hiding something from her, “he filled my head with thoughts about you leaving me for Sam, and I let him.” He admitted to the ceiling, hesitant to meet her eyes.
“I would never leave you,” she promised him without reluctance, cupping his face and making him look at her.
She wanted him to see all the love her eyes held for him with no shame.
“Please don’t. I will lose the weight, I will—”
“Wait, what? He told you I’d leave you because of your weight?” Both hands were back on Bucky’s cheeks, thumbs wiping under his eyes.
Bucky nodded.
“And you believed him?”
“It’s why he left me.” He shrugged.
“Bucky,” she sighed.
“I know I know. It’s what’s on the inside that counts—”
“Don’t talk as if you’re not physically breathtaking!”
“Baby—”
“No! You have no idea how handsome you are, do you?!”
“Plum, you don’t have to say such stuff.” Bucky shook his head sheepishly and regretted it when he saw sadness cover her delicate features.
She quickly shook it off, scratching her forehead before taking Bucky’s hand, helping him sit up in their bed.
“Sweet plum, what are you doing?” Bucky asked when she started moving the covers down his torso.
“Gonna love on my man. Would you let me, Bucky? Can I love on you?” she asked, her voice soft and sweet.
Bucky nodded, hypnotized by the adoration shining in her eyes and she started to undress him.
Her eyes never left his as she took piece by piece of clothing off, revealing his beautiful figure to her, her smile only faltering when she bit down at the sight of her man in all his naked glory.
Bucky’s body was lit up under the soft moonlight coming from the window, helping her appreciate every curve and inch.
This gorgeous human being was his and he was hers.
“You’re so fucking sexy you take my breath away,” she moaned, slipping out of her own sweater, “and I don’t just mean the way you make me cum so many times until I have to fight for oxygen.” She brushed her lips on his.
Bucky was speechless. He could only stare and try not to lose his own oxygen.
“Keep your eyes open for me, Buck.” She pecked his lips once and he opened his eyes at once, not even realizing he’d closed them in the first place.
She smiled at how fast he followed the instruction, leaning back on the headboard and licking his lips.
Bucky’s groan when her bra hit the ground made her giggle. She slipped out of her panties, leaving herself bare before Bucky’s eyes.
“Come here, plum,” Bucky’s arms reached for her but she shook her head.
“This is about you, Bucky Bear.”
She climbed on the bed between Bucky’s legs, her hands wandering along his shins, thumbs caressing up his inner thighs. She bowed forward, peppering kisses on Bucky’s soft flesh.
“I love your thighs,” her lips moved higher and higher, the tiny kisses and nibbles driving Bucky crazy as he tried not to touch himself, “love how thick they are. So strong. So perfect. I would ride them all day if you’d let me.”
Bucky whimpered when she accompanied the honest words with a bite, leaving her mark on his pale flesh.
“And that ass,” she moaned, her hands sliding underneath Bucky, pulling his legs up and cupping his ass cheeks.
Bucky’s shy gasp made her smirk. He was so precious she could eat him. Maybe she should some day…
She let Bucky’s legs settle back on the bed and kept kissing up and up, skipping his twitching cock on purpose and placing wet kisses on his tummy instead. Her eyes locked with his and Bucky bit his pink lip.
He looked so beautiful, blushing, disheveled and turned on like that. His pupils were dilated, his cheeks rosy and his breath uneven; she was falling in love with this chef all over again.
“I love your tummy so so much,” her tongue dipped in Bucky’s bellybutton and the flush spread from his cheeks and on to his neck and chest.
Another moan slipped from his lips as her warm tongue lapped at his skin. She was full on licking him now.
Her words were romantic but the way she was loving him was driving him insane.
“I love to feel it against me when we hug,” she kissed his right side, “I love when you let me rest my head on it and I get to hear you breathe and feel your heartbeat,” she kissed his belly, “I love how it warms my back when you spoon me. And I love feeling it pushing against my ass when you take me from behind.” She pressed a final kiss to his left side.
“My favourite has got to be your cock though.” She gave his leaking dick a single pump and his hips were already bucking off the bed, “I’m a sucker for this cock, baby. Literally.”
Bucky was too busy whining when her mouth wrapped around the crown of his cock to call her out on her bad joke.
His whole body was on fire with need for her. He needed her to do something, anything.
“Plum, please. Let me get you ready. I need you. I need to be inside you.”
Bucky didn’t want to cum in her mouth, not this time. He needed to be buried deep inside her and he wasn’t sure how long he would be able to last.
“I’m ready,” she said, situating herself on top of his cock, rubbing the tip on her wet folds, letting out filthy mewls at the feel of him against the lips of her pussy, “always ready for you, baby.”
Before Bucky could argue that he should at least make sure she was prepared to take him just in case, she was pushing the tip of him in, stretching herself out on his cock with her head thrown back and her mouth open in a silent scream.
“Fuck, plum, so tight,” Bucky groaned, feeling her pussy grip every inch as soon as it disappeared inside her.
When she has completely impaled herself on Bucky’s cock, she stilled, taking a minute to get used to the stretch.
No burn has ever felt as good as the burn she got when Bucky’s dick split her in half. Getting opened on this cock was her favorite thing in the world.
She dragged her lips along his stubbly jaw as she waited, kissing all over his face, savoring the moment as sweetly as possible as if the head of Bucky’s cock wasn’t almost touching up her cervix.
Her open palms glided from around Bucky’s neck to his shoulders and down his arms until she reached his palms.
“and those hands, I think you already know how much I love your hands.” She chuckled as she continued and Bucky nodded, squirming below her.
“I love when you hold my hand; makes me feel safe; chosen,” she rolled her hips, making Bucky groan wantonly.
“I love how fast you can make me cum on the fingers of your left hand.” She whined when Bucky’s hands dug in her sides as she moved on him, surely leaving bruises behind.
“Fuck, plum-” Bucky was so close so fast and he wished he could last longer but the movement of her body on top of his, the words leaving her mouth and her walls snug around his cock were too much.
“I love you. Every inch, every part. I love all of you, Bucky.”
Bucky groaned in reply, chest heaving as he watched her take him.
“I love every part of you. I crave your touch like my lungs crave air.”
Bucky involuntarily thrust up, making her eyes roll.
“Oh Buck!” she wailed, Bucky hitting her favorite spots so good.
He couldn’t stop his hips from meeting hers every time she came down to take his cock over and over again, eyes glued to where he was disappearing inside of her.
“Nothing could ever match the feeling of being filled up of you, Bucky.”
“I love you, plum ahhh fuck,” Bucky moaned, overwhelmed by emotions and ready to burst any second.
“I love you too, Bucky bear. You’re my everything; my one and only.” She kissed him hard, thighs shaking around his body as she came on his cock.
Bucky couldn’t help but let go himself, cumming harder than he has ever before, filling her up with so much cum until he felt it leak out of her despite having her plugged on his softening cock.
She moaned at the warmth of his cum, shuddering when it seeped out of her.
“Fuck, plum,” Bucky sighed on her shoulder, breath still shaky.
She giggled shyly, burying her face in Bucky’s neck.
“Where did that come from?” Bucky asked, cupping her cheek so he could look at her.
She was glowing, smiling at him so innocently as if his cock wasn’t still buried deep up her leaking, pulsing pussy.
“From here.” She pointed to the spot between her breasts.
“Right here?” Bucky leaned forward to press a kiss on her hot skin, making her laugh as she nodded.
“I love you,” he whispered on her lips.
“I love you, Bucky. I love every tiny detail about you inside out. Nothing will ever change that.” She promised, seeing his eyes soften once again, insecurity dissipating.
“Thank you, plum.” Bucky hugged her close, kissing her shoulder and the back of her neck.
“Thank you for letting me show you how much I love you.”
“So you love my cock huh?” Bucky teased.
“Buckyyyy,” she whined, trying to get away as her face heated up.
“No, say it.” Bucky bit his lip, looking at her with a smirk.
“You know I do. Stop.”
“No, plum. I don’t know anything.” Bucky shook his head trying to act serious, “say it again.”
“Iloveyourcock,” she mumbled, trying to take herself off his cock.
“What was that, plum?” Bucky thrust upward into her and even with a soft cock he could make her make the sweetest sound.
“Hngh, I love your cock, Bucky,” she moaned, throwing her head back.
“Hmm, how much?” Bucky swirled his hips, feeling himself get hard again.
“S-so much,” she admitted as his cock stretched her sensitive pussy.
Bucky held her close, turning them the other way around and gave a deep push when he was on top, his cum making the filthiest squelching sounds as she screamed an “oh god”.
“So much you’d let me take you again?”
“Yes, yes,” she nodded frantically, not wanting the man to stop his thrusts.
And he wasn’t going to.
Bucky’s tummy pinned her down as he pressed his lips to hers, eating up her squeals as he pounded her into the bed, showing her how much he loved her.
~
“So you really don’t care about my weight?” Bucky asked, supporting his body up on his elbows as he stared at her glossy eyes.
She could barely remember her name as she tried to come down from the other two orgasms Bucky has just given her, his body still on top of hers, but that wasn’t a question she needed to think about the answer to.
“I only want you okay and healthy, Bucky. If you’re comfortable, I’m comfortable. If you’re happy, I’m happy. Otherwise, you’re perfect to me,” she told him with a shrug, pushing his wet hair behind his ears, “every little thing about you is perfect.”
“I love you so much, plum.”
“I love you more.” She smiled, heart fluttering at the look he was giving her.
“Not possible.” Bucky kissed her lips, “not possible, plum.”
~
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Omg I love your stories so much especially the cod ones 😍😍😍 could you please write a ghost x reader oneshot where the reader maybe gets shot taking a bullet meant for him and maybe they are in an established relationship please with a happy ending
Ignoring Orders & Accepting Lead
A/N: I loved this req. and I hope you're okay with the direction I took this in. I'm trying to get the other asks I've been sent finished in a somewhat timely manner... haha! Honestly, I never thought anyone would enjoy my writing as much as all of you have. <3
Summary: Established relationships mean occasional arguments... You and Ghost have one before a mission. And the make-up conversation is a little less than standard for most couples.
T/W: Canonical Violence, guns, knives, Blood, Death (non-major characters), severe injuries, tension, hurt/comfort, HAPPY ENDING, Ghost being a bit overprotective, Reader being a smartass, not proofread.
Arguments with Ghost happened a lot more frequently than anyone would ever suspect. While he liked to stay quiet when the opportunity arose, it was also know that if you could avoid a conflict, you would just to make sure the temperature of the situation didn’t rise too high. As a pair, it made you great operators, just for the skill-set you each had as well as the predisposition to get things done quickly, and quietly. As for being in a relationship, your character’s held zero influence on the way that you cared about each other of how that would display itself during moments of tension or disagreement. Especially in moments during missions where things weren’t going to plan, and your ideas severely countered Ghost’s.
One of those fights had occurred right before you’d been dropped into a very small town outside of Culiacán, Sinaloa. At HQ, Price was splitting everyone up for their distinct purposes, and you’d been immediately assigned with Ghost for an infil job. One requiring both of you to get in and get out of the well-known cartel stronghold without getting caught or being killed. Naturally you accepted the task without so much as flinching, whereas Ghost didn’t have such an easygoing attitude about it.
He was fucking furious.
First he tried threatening Price, demanding that you not be listed for that and go with Soap for the much less risky job of tracking down a small-time dealer who’d been listed as having information valuable to the task force. Price wasn’t stupid enough to not recognize where Ghost’s rage was coming from, and just simply said that if you wanted the job, there was nothing he could do about it since you’d already read the briefing and knew the entire plan just as well as anyone else. It wasn’t what he wanted to hear from the Captain, and that made things all the worse for you when you said you weren’t going to let him go in alone.
One of the worst fights you’d ever had with Ghost since your partnership became a fully-fledged romance happened right off the helipad being fueled-up for your departure. God it was miserable, and it hurt every ounce of you to have to defend yourself over the one thing that you were certain you could do. Your job. Understanding Ghost’s protective instinct was one thing, but there had to be a line drawn where him throwing his weight and rank around to limit your exposure to risk couldn’t be done anymore.
He’d been totally insensitive to your side of the story, and was obstinate that if you got on the helo, he’d not do a damn thing to keep you safe once you got to Culiacán. Merely to prove the bullshit point that you couldn’t to the job without him. That statement alone had you strapping into your flight harness quicker than Ghost could utter ‘jesus christ’ under his breath. Totally stonewalling you for the entire flight and practically acting like you didn’t even exist. Hell, he wouldn’t even go over the mission plan as was typical, leaving you fully to fend for yourself and follow his lead without even a hand signal to lead you through it.
Everything on entry went smoothly.
No guards were stationed in the underground sewer tunneling, leaving you very dry and unhindered on the half-mile walk from your drop-point to the access ladder leading up into the basement of a massive chapel-turned-base of operations. Whether or not you’d been keeping up or not didn’t appear to phase Ghost in the slightest, and he continued on and up into the basements without so much as glancing your way. You were quickly losing your patience, and getting than much more hurt with hoe easily he could turn off the affection and care that he always had for you. Sure, he wasn’t the coddling type, but you’d never wanted that from him; but this was a whole different level of coldness.
Inside the basement there were stockpiles of cocaine, pre-packed on shipping crates with a printed docket of everything contained on each. Just seeing that much shit all in one room made your head spin. It was one thing knowing it existed, and understanding that tons of it were being shipped all over the world, but actually being in a room surrounded by it from almost floor-to-ceiling was quite overwhelming. And Ghost’s own utterance of the sheer volume confirmed that it wasn’t just your own imagination leading you to think this was way too fucking much to handle. Bad part was, you couldn’t touch any of the shit or destroy it, and were solely on the objective of cloning their hard drives and bringing them back for examination.
Clearing stairwell after stairwell, and only needing to dispose of two guards -quick work with a sharp knife- you’d been able to access their massive data stores collected in what appeared to be nothing more than a personal server farm. Kept extremely cold for the benefit of the rows of towers, you’d been given the small cloning chip needed to transmit data back to HQ. But you needed a window of up to fifteen minutes to ensure everything was fully copied. You -and Ghost- both knew that fifteen minutes was far too long to just stand around with your thumbs up your asses and just hope that no one wondered why the two guards you’d shanked hadn’t checked in, or come to make a round inside the server room.
Ghost very instinctively covered the access door to the room, not even bothering to demand you give him the chip or take care of the data itself. A small reminder that he wasn’t totally untrusting of your skills, but still not large enough of a show that made you feel any less miserable about how your relationship was quite strained at the moment, all of something as small as a fifteen minute window of gathering information. By some miracle, you watched the progress on a small tablet linked to the chip and HQ’s data stores, watching it hit one-hundred percent in just under eight minutes. Perfect. It couldn’t go much smoother than that.
You were tapping Ghost on the shoulder, and giving a small thumbs-up just as the sounds of footsteps running up the stairwell outside began echoing. More than just one or two. It was actually a lot more than you even had the ammunition to handle, considering the job was deemed covert. Neither you or Ghost went without some protection… but you’d been packed out a lot lighter than normal. Right away he was stepping back from the door and checking his watch with a stern look in his eyes. One you recognized as realization that you’d have to fight your way out of this. Ugly, bloody, and violent.
Exactly what he didn’t want in the fuckin’ first place.
Ghost was inside of his own mind, trying to balance out the fear of you being in the middle of a cartel fire-fight and the rage he still felt when you just wouldn’t fucking listen to him right from the beginning. He knew what cartels did to women, and a pretty one like you wouldn’t have the mercy of just being killed. No. They’d fucking torture and toy with you until there wasn’t anything human left inside of you. That’s why he’d been so goddamn adamant that you stay behind for this one.
The data you’d copied over was bullshit compared to you living and breathing for another day. And Ghost couldn’t stand to think he’d walked you right into this place without at least trying to show you that he cared enough to see you live. Dying wasn’t a fear of his, but there was nothing he dreaded more than the mental image of you bleeding out in his arms all because of his own fucking mistakes.
Yet, here he stood. Having to make the decision on what to do or how to get you both out of here alive if he could even manage that in the first place. Part of him was already preparing to let them take him and give you enough time to slip away. You were fast enough. Small, so they’d have a far harder time picking you out in a crowd. But if he’s assumptions were correct, the tunnels would still be clear.
He gave you one last look, and grabbed hold of your vest to pull you behind him; Hearing the footsteps of more than six men filling into the large room outside of the server farm. Some barking orders to check down the hall, while others were meant to stay posted at the stairs to block off anyone flushed out. Ghost felt his own body starting to get cold. So desensitized to the violence he was already prepping himself to commit that if it wasn’t for you being there, he’d had already burst through the door and met them head on.
“Fuckin’. Listen,” He snapped as quietly as possible. Your ears perked up, happy to have just heard him speak, even if he sounded downright vicious. Your little hand tapping at his ribs as confirmation you were paying attention sent a shiver up his back.
“Don’t engage unless they’re right in your way. Take the tunnels out, I’ll be right behind you.” He barked out the orders under his breath.
Ghost couldn’t help but feel your hand fist into the material of his shirt. You didn’t like that one bit, and he didn’t need to see your face to know better. Because for whatever reason, you had it in your thick little head that he needed protecting as much as you did. Like it was your job to make sure he didn’t get hurt. Cute and a little bit amusing, Ghost hadn’t the slightest clue where you got the idea from or why it was such a massive trigger for him to challenge it. But right now, there was no fighting about it. He’d not take no for an answer, and when you didn’t give a confirmation right away, he growled in impatience.
Reluctantly, you gave it with a small tap rubbing your thumb over his hip bone.
One minute, Ghost was pushing open the door and spotting only three men within direct threat distance and seeing only one man standing at the top of the stairs. A split second of decision had him throwing two knives, and charging at the third to ensure that you’d only have to take care of the one remaining. He sunk a third knife in, feeling the man sink to his knees and drop to the floor, retrieving two of his blades before turning around right as the sound of a pistol registered. Ghost realized his fatal error in the squeeze of a trigger too late.
Only you saw what was coming, and Ghost watched you crumple to the floor between the shooter and himself; Stopping the man from shooting him in the back, but catching you somewhere of your front that residual splatter from the rained over his mask and tac vest. Everything around Ghost slowed, nearing an entire halt to the earth as you fell limply to the ground. Not even moving to try and cover your wound or catch yourself from the fall to the marble floor. Nightmares couldn’t compare to the sight of you crumpled in a heap of gear and bulky material after watching you purposefully allow your life to be traded for his.
The shooter wasn’t lucky enough to squeeze the trigger again for the knife that embedded itself in his forehead. Retribution. Quick but not as instantaneous as it would’ve been with a gun of his own. He was forced to see his own death approach with the snapped rotation of a throwing knife Ghost had sharpened days ago. He wanted to it last longer… make the bastard pay for it. Torture him for as long as his body could take, then give him just enough time to recover and start all over again.
But you needed him… Fuck. He needed you.
On the ground, you knew you’d taken a shot. But the adrenaline and immediate blow of it had you frozen on the floor. You couldn’t really tell where you’d been shot, or how bad the damage was. Truthfully you’d never experience it, and while many of the stories you heard over the years of your service, nothing they ever did to explain it was touching the utter fire radiating through your body. What you did know was that you were bleeding, and the shot had missed your tac vest; A small stream of blood was rolling through the grout lines in the floor, staining the white marble a sickening color.
Seeing Ghost on a knee in front of you, eyes wide and searching over your face was the next hazy image you recognized. His mask was shifting with the motion of him talking, but your ears were ringing. A pitchy and high whine blocked any other sound, even Ghost’s voice which you’d always been so very keen on paying close attention to. You felt awful. Putting him through this after you’d literally just had the fight about you getting hurt. Guilt flooded your limited emotional capacity, and as Ghost readjusted to pick you up, you felt tears rolling down your face.
You’d not had a single second to react to the fourth man in the room, him having the jump on visualizing Ghost facing the other three. It made him a vulnerable target. And in the split second you had to do something, you’d jumped in the way. Laying out totally flat to use your entire body to shield his. Hoping to god luck was on your side. At this point, hanging over Ghost’s shoulder limply as he rushed down the stairs on his way towards the basement, you weren’t sure if luck was on your side or not.
Thankfully, your hearing was slowly coming back in certain frequencies.
Sounds of gunfire and sirens blaring from the street level let you know that everyone within a few miles of the cathedral would be on the lookout for intruders. With all of the people who’d seen you, killed, no descriptions could be sent out or blared to citizens under control of the cartel. It didn’t help that Ghost was the largest man in the city who just happened to have on a skull mask and carrying a woman leaving behind noticeable drips of blood as a gruesome kind of trail to follow.
“C’mon baby, answer me!” Ghost panting yell finally registered, and you were able to manage a weak pat on his lower back. You felt his hand squeeze the back of your thigh for a moment before his pace slowed from a quick run to almost a crawl.
“We got company…”
There hadn’t been any men in the tunnel. But now that Ghost was less than fifty yards from their extraction point with a “medical” heli waiting for their return; three men were posted at the gated slope leading up to the hillside entry. The Lieutenant could feel your blood soaking into his shirt, wetting his shoulder. A bad reminder that you needed to get the fuck out of here right now. But he couldn’t get rid of those fuckers unless he put you down.
He squeezed at your thigh again to get your attention.
“I need - need to -fuck- set you down…” Saying those words utterly destroyed Ghost. You were the only thing he cared about right now, but the longer he put this off, the risk of you dying loomed closer.
“Need ya t’stay right here… okay? Don’t come out…”
Carefully you felt him settle you behind a large sewage drain pipe connecting from the street into the small walkway. Easing your back against the curved brick wall and once again taking a very hard look at you. This time, he could see where the bullet had just missed the edge of your tac vest, entering through the ripped hole in your shirt just below your collarbone. Every hopeful fiber in Ghost wanted to believe it wouldn’t be non-lethal. But if it shattered your collarbone, the bullet fractured and clipped a vein or small artery, there was plenty to be concerned about.
He would’ve packed the would just to stave off the blood flow. But he didn’t have the luxury of time. And whether or not Ghost would ever admit it to himself, repeatedly shoving his finger into your wound would render him down to a shell of a man. He couldn’t hurt you. Fuck, he couldn’t hurt you.
“Stay here… I’ll be right back.” He whispered against your forehead, pressing his masked mouth to your forehead.
You leaned into him, hearing his words and consciously noticing just how difficult it was to understand the words after hearing them. Almost like you couldn’t natively speak english and the meanings just weren’t instinctual anymore. God it took everything to comprehend that he was planning to clear the rest of the way, leaving you here. Eyes trailing after him sluggishly, you fought with your own arms to try and scoot back just a little further to peek between the large pipe you were leaning against to see if you could spot Ghost or the targets.
Being told to stay was always a difficult order for you. Even if you weren’t shot and struggling to manage simple bodily functions. Surprisingly, you were able to see the shadowed figured standing guard right at the gates you’d come through, holding rifles and totally unaware of Ghost lurking within such easy range. You wondered why he didn’t just shoot them, and get this over with.
Why he needed stealth when the entire city was looking for you didn’t make a lot of sense in your mind. Until you saw five more men walk down to join the others. With one cut of your eyes to look at Ghost, you realized he had anticipated more and planned of making quick work. It’d been a long time since you watched him work alone. Nearly two years. Attempting to shift your shoulder it rocked your entire system. Biting your jaw to keep from making noise, you tried focusing through the tears in your eyes as the only man who held the key to not only your life, but your heart in his fist.
Ghost kept reevaluating his odds with each step closer. Feeling distracted in the worst way with the guilt of leaving you unprotected, and in no position to defend yourself in the case that he wasn’t able to take all of these men alone. Those odds -either realistic or narcissistic confidence- didn’t phase the Lieutenant in the slightest. He was fueled with rage. And while these bastards hadn’t done anything, just being in his path was a death sentence.
The fight started smoothy and efficiently, taking out the largest of the men and using his half-dead form as enough of a shield to eliminate the threat of three 12.7x99mm wielders, too surprised to shoot off five rounds. Another three surrounded him with nothing more than machetes swiping through the air with near misses. One smooth draw of his own pistol dropped two men, and when Ghost turned around to face the third the butt of a shotgun smacked across his vision, dropping him to his knees and hearing his pistol slide across the floor out of reach.
He hauled himself to a knee, watching the man throw the empty shotgun away and approach with a knife, glinting in the sunlight just on the outside of the tunnel. Ghost could actually hear the rotor blades of the helicopter cranking up, set into motion by the small tracker in his belt giving the pilot a comm-less tip off. He’d have to fight this hand-to-hand, and while he didn’t feel the least bit tired, Ghost knew a long fight only risked you further. And fuck if making you wait didn’t make his hair stand up on edge. Even in your state, he knew better than to think you wouldn’t start getting worried in the next couple of minutes.
His opponent took the first blow and used the hilt of his large blade to connect fully with Ghost’s jaw. A heavy crack sounded, but the Lieutenant merely flinched; Throwing his own weight on the weight-matched man, and there ensued a grappling match that risked deadly knife wounds being grazed against straining forearms and a battle of wills that totally opposed one another on every basis… Save for being the last man standing. For the second time in a single mission, Ghost found himself at the razor’s edge of a knife pressing against his throat and no really foolproof tactic of getting out of it.
“Seré el que te mate, fantasma..” The man breathed hotly against Ghost’s ear, jerking the knife closer and fighting the sheer strength in the Lieutenant’s arm. “Colgaré tu cabeza en mi pared, bastardo.”
Ghost fumbled with his other hand under the pressure on his throat began taking away the normal dexterity he functioned with; Trying to find a knife on his belt, or any kind of weapon at this point. Only all of them had been embedded in the dead bodies scattered around them. It had been a bad decision to listen to Price when he said to pack lightly. It would be the end of him.
Simon Riley didn’t show himself often during missions. Always locked away in the recesses of Ghost’s mind, quietly biding his time until there was the few-and-far-between moment for him to appear for a few moments. Typically in the darkness of your shared bedroom with your face pressed between his shoulder blades and your little arm wrapped around his waist.
Simon loved feeling your hand against his belly, twitching your fingers in your sleep and reminding him just how soft and loving you were; Happy to hold his hand tightly in the middle of unconsciousness just like you did when awake. Ghost did everything he could to protect Simon from anyone and anything that could hurt the other half of himself. But hearing another pistol register loudly in the tunnel, echoing back and forth for almost a whole minute; Ghost found himself losing control to Simon.
He felt the man above him slump in dead weight against his back. Muscles slack and the knife held to his throat clanged to the concrete. Looking in the direction of the shot, whatever protective grasp Ghost had on himself utterly dissolved. You’d managed to lay yourself out on the floor, hardly propped up on one elbow with your smoking pistol shaking in your hands. Tears spilled over your cheeks and with each second that passed, he could visualize the pain you felt from such a rough kickback in how you abruptly dropped the pistol in front of you and collapsed flat on the floor with a low groan.
He couldn’t have moved to your side faster.
Immediately picking you up again and making the very short but tense run back to the heli; all the while the pilot was looking between his instruments and the sight of Ghost holding you close to his chest in the floor.
“No one… threatens… to kill you… but me…” You mutter pained, bearing a muddled smile up at Ghost.
Unbelievable… Ghost hardened his stare, putting pressure to your wound and watching in quiet grief that he needed to cause you pain.
“Good shot… did good baby…,” He whispered back weakly, burying his face in your neck and squeezing you against him. Desperate to get you home and safe.
“Gonna ignore how you refused to follow a superior’s orders three times…” He added stiffly, feeling you twitch when a spasm in your shoulder seized. You just bit out another pained noise, coughing a bit with the dust being kicked up from the helicopter lifting off.
The look you gave him couldn’t be seen as anything other than pure, innocent, and unflinching devotion. It nearly ripped Ghost out of the body you clung to, leaving Simon bracing you against his chest as the pilot at the front started giving information to the rest of the squad about fifty miles away at a safe house. Much too long for the Lieutenant’s liking. But close enough that he could get you to his squad and they could ensure you didn’t leave him.
He couldn’t stand losing you, and they’d make sure you didn’t.
“Simon,” Sweet and weak, your hand cups his cheek as you bring him out of an initial trigger. “M’not leaving you anytime soon. Love you too much.” Your eyes close as your head leans agains him trustingly.
His chest crumbled in on itself. “Love you too, baby… I love you too.”
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“You’re all mine now” (s)
Genre: Smut
Parings: Enemies to lovers BangChan x f!reader
warnings: mature content!! Meandom!BangChan x sub!femreader, LOTS of degrading, mirror sex, pet names such as ‘Princess’ ‘babygirl’ ‘Channie’ and ‘handsome’, namecalling such as ‘slut’ ‘whore’ etc, slight daddy kink if you squint, after care, mentions of cheating, slight possessiveness if you squint, choking, hair pulling, oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex (don’t do this!! Wrap it before you tap it), edging, overstimulation.
ANGRY CHAN HAS MY HEART FR😭🩷😍
No one knows how the two got to this point. I mean they were sworn enemies right? They shouldn't be tangled all up with each other in bed but they were. Let's rewind real quick.
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You and Chan used to be best friends. Like attached at the hip type of best friends. Until, you took his girlfriend from him a few years ago. That hurt him for many reasons. One because that was his girlfriend and you were his best friend, his girl best friend at that. And that brings me to the second reason, you never came out to him. You never told him you were bisexual which made him just feel horrible. So you two came to the conclusion to be enemies and left it at that. But something in Chan just couldn't let you go. Maybe it was the way your smile lit up the room or the way your laugh made his day. That was probably why he wasn't so mad about finding you in bed with his girlfriend. He was more.. jealous. But not of you, his girlfriend. He couldn't take these feelings so he stopped talking to you as much but it wasn't very easy since you guys were in the same friend group.
This brought you two to today. Another argument, a silly one that ended up getting bigger. This time it was about who was in the wrong for a game you all were playing with the group. You guys somehow ended up in BangChan's bedroom as he was hosting a party, yelling at each other. You were leaned up against the wall while Chan was sitting on the bed.
"God you always fucking do this. You're so insensitive and selfish all the fucking time." Chan yelled out at you as he got off the bed, getting slightly more heated at the words that came out of your mouth.
"No, you don't get to say that. Fuck you Christopher." You yelled back as he made his way over to you. You couldn't help the feeling that rushed through you at the angry look on his face while he made his way to you. He didn't say anything as he got closer which just made him more scary but you did a good job at hiding that fact.
"Fucking damn Chris, you're always so sensitive about these things." You mumbled as you looked away, crossing your arms over your chest. You were about to say something else smart when a hand on your neck cut you off, making you choke on your words. You instantly turn to face him, being met with an angry faced BangChan. You didn't know what it was that set him off so much. It could've been your words or the fact that you called him 'Christopher' or he was just tired of hearing your mouth. Whatever it was, his hand around your next had your heart pumping. He tightened his grip against your neck, squeezing just enough to cut some air from you which made you let out a whine, a look of fear flashing in your eyes.
"Say my name like that again. I dare you." His words sounded threatening enough without his hand being around your neck but that little detail just made you squirm. He pushed his body up against yours even more as he stared into your eyes which honestly didn't know where to look. You didn't know where to look because these feelings were just too strong right now. You tried to speak but your words failed you so you swallowed and just stayed quiet.
"What? Too stunned to speak. Cat got your tongue?" He teased as he leaned down closer to you, wasting no time connecting his lips to yours. His actions caused you to gasp softly, letting his tongue slip into your mouth before you finally relaxed a little. Your eyes closed as his hand on your neck brought you closer to him as he kissed you harsher, his other hand resting on your waist as he kept you pinned between him and the wall. Sure you guys were enemies but I mean why not have a small break between that.
Your thoughts were cut short as a knee came up between your thighs, just making you wetter than you already were. You let out a small whine into his mouth as his knee pushed on your core, making him chuckle a little as he pulled away to look at you.
"God you're such a fucking slut. First you go and fuck my girlfriend then you come to me." He paused for a second as a chuckle cut him off, a dark look in his eyes. "You're such a whore and you know it. Now tell me, whose who're are you huh." He degraded which honestly just made you hornier and more needy for him. You tried to speak but only a small whimper left your lips to which he chuckled at again before pulling you off the wall and pushing you onto the bed, making you fall back onto it as he locked the door. You sat up a little with a red tint on your face as he pulled off his shirt. Your eyes locked onto his toned stomach as he got closer to you, pushing your body down onto the soft mattress beneath you. You let out a small moan as his lips connected to your neck in a hurry, not being anywhere near gentle as he sucked and bit down on the sensitive area. You could feel him through his jeans as he slid himself in between your legs which seemed to be shaking in anticipation. His hands slid down your body and eventually made it to the hem of your shirt as he started to push it up before stopping and pulling away from your neck to look at you. No matter how much you thought he hated you, he would at least make sure you were okay with doing this before absolutely ruining you.
"Is this okay?" His whispered softly as he looked down at you, still wanting to make sure this was okay with you before continuing. Once you nodded he wasted no time with pulling your shirt off and throwing it into a random part of his already sort of messy room as he reattached his lips to your body, his target being your collarbone now. His hands worked on unclasping the laced material that kept something he wanted from him. Once the piece of clothing was removed, you felt a shiver go down your spine as his lips attacked the sensitive bud on your right boob while his left hand played with the other, pinching the piece of skin between his fingers which drew lewd sounds from your lips. He hadn't even really touched you and you were already a whiny mess.
He soon moved away from your tits and down your stomach as his hands worked on removing your shorts. He was so impatient it was almost pathetic but the sight of you right now was even more pathetic. Almost humiliating. Once he got your shorts off he threw them on the opposite side of the room from your shirt as he immediately started working on your clit. The feeling of his tongue against your pussy with your panties blocking it felt so weird but good at the same time. He ignored your hand in his hair as he went down on you like a starved man, making you so close in such little time but of course your pride wasn't gonna let you show that.
You didn't even get to have a chance to speak before BangChan pulled away, looking at you with a smug look on his face. Like he was proud of edging you like that. You let out a whine as you looked down at him before saying something that would definitely come back to haunt you.
"Humph, you can't even make me cum." Chan's face changed almost immediately, his eyes turning a darker shade of brown as he practically ripped your panties off and thew them with your other clothes on the floor before pulling his pants and boxers down in one go. He practically manhandled you onto all fours before you felt him slip into you easily with how wet he made you before. Which made all this more exciting yet a little scary. He wasted no time with moving, fucking you at an almost hungry pace as his fingers digged into your hips. The way he fucked you made your head spin as loud moans slipped from your lips, not being able to keep them in. One of his hands moved up to your hair as he pulled on it, his other staying on your hip as he had a cocky smirk on his face as he fucked you. He was making you look at that pathetic look on your face in the large mirror he had beside his bed. Anytime you were forced to come to his house for a get together and snuck off to his room because you were nosy, you've always wondered what this mirror was for. Now you know.
"Look at you. Looking like a pathetic little whore. You're such a slut," He let out a small chuckle as he picked up his pace a little, making you whine out. "but you're my slut. No one else's." He growled into your ear almost possessively as he fucked you harder, making you closer to another orgasm faster since the first one was pulled away from you. His degradation and passiveness made you whine as it was mostly what pushed you to your orgasm. He let out a hiss as he felt the warm liquid surround his sensitive cock. One thing about Chan is that he was either going to overstimulate you or under-stimulate you. That's just how he was as a person.
"God, first you fuck my girlfriend then you fuck me. You just can't get enough huh. Was her pussy not good enough for you? or maybe it was her tongue. You just had to run to me." He hissed in your ear, having no problem with degrading you. It's not like he didn't do this all the time. He would degrade you any chance he got and now that he got to fuck you while doing it was just pure bliss for both of you. You were seeing stars now as he found your g-spot which made you yell out his name, any cockiness or bratty things you had to say earlier were long forgotten as he fucked you like an angry bull. Seeing this passionate side of BangChan was honestly new to you. Even when you guys were best friends he wasn't ever really this passionate. You let out soft whimpers of his name as you felt your body starting to give out. Chan felt this so he let his hand that was on your hip wrap around your waist to keep you up as the other hand pulled you up so your back was to his chest, both bodies being sweaty as the smell of sex filled the room.
"You're not finished yet babygirl, I still haven't gotten to cum yet and that's a problem to me." Chan growled into your ear as his hand on your waist moved down to rub your clit which made you whimper as you laid your head back on his shoulder. As he saw that his movements only got faster as he started to suck and bite at your neck, not knowing how he got this far without cumming yet as you just looked to beautiful so fucked out like this. You felt your body shudder as you got close to another orgasm.
"Fuck Chris, I'm-" you didn't get to finish your sentence as he suddenly stopped moving his hips but not his hand which made you whine.
"Not my name princess, try again then I might let you cum." His pettiness made you whine a little more but you couldn't possibly think of what else to call him before it dawned on you. Now you weren't the type to beg and you both knew that but you were just so in the moment and just wanted to cum so you couldn't help but beg.
"Please daddy, just let me cum.." you whimpered pathetically which made him chuckle as he started to move again, knowing he won this huge argument you two have been having for the past few years. You felt your back arch as he so effortlessly found your g-spot again. You didn't even get to warn him this time as you came again, not being able to help it. He wasn't too far behind you, painting your insides white as he shot his load inside you. He let out a small growl as he pulled out, watching both yours and his cum spill out of you. He planted small kisses to the bruises he made on your neck, in a weird way soothing the skin. You felt your body go limp in his arms—which didn't go unnoticed by him, as he practically fucked you dumb. He cooed at the sight as he picked you up bridal style as he lead you towards his bathroom.
Once the pair made it to the bathroom, he sat you down on the counter as he turned on the shower while waiting for it to get warm. You looked down at your hands that were not sat in your lap as you thought about the events that just occurred. The life changing events that you can't go back on.
"I'm sorry.. for everything.." Your words surprised both you and BangChan as he turned over to look at you in which you had tears in your eyes for whatever reason. In all honesty he really couldn't care less about you fucking his girlfriend. In all honesty he was happy with you for getting rid of her from his life since she was totally chaos and not in a good way. He really didn't even know why he wanted to be your enemy, he was just so in the moment for weeks and he's guessing the feeling just stuck.
"No babygirl, I'm sorry. I've been mad at you for absolutely no reason these past few years. In all honesty I didn't even care that you did that. If anything I was happy. I don't even know why I was mad. All of this was my fault and I should've been more clear with my emotions." BangChan stated as he cupped your face in his hands, kissing away the stray tears on your cheeks. You couldn't help but feel flustered at his touch and you nodded at his words.
"So this all means you forgive me?" You mumbled as you looked at him, hoping that this did mean exactly what you thought. Your eyes lit up as he nodded which made him chuckle a little, falling in love with you more every time you looked at him. He's been ignoring his feelings for long and being able to express them today was a huge stress reliever for him. He looked over at the bath, noticing it was halfway full which was a good place to stop it had so he did and picked you up again, placing you down in the bath before getting in behind you and making sure you were comfortable.
After he was done taking care of you and himself, he dried you both off and dressed you in one of his shirts and a pair of his boxers since he kind of ripped your panties. He was trying not to get hard again from the sight of you in his clothes but it was hard since you just looked so beautiful. He laid you down in his bed again as he got comfortable with you, laying your head on his chest as he held you close to him like he was afraid of letting go. You were drawing shapes on his bare chest in comfortable silence before he spoke up.
"Y/n... I think I'm.. I think I'm in love with you.." he mumbled as his lips pressed against your soft hair. You had a red tint on your face after hearing his words and a soft smile.
"I love you too Channie.." you mumbled against his skin as you pressed a chaste kiss to his chest which made him chuckle a little. God how you missed that chuckle. You then pulled back to look at him with puppy eyes.
"Does this mean we're a thing now? Or was this just a one time thing. Because if so then we can really just-" Hearing what you were talking about and seeing the excitement drain from your eyes is what caused Chan to place a kiss to your lips to stop you from talking. That surprised you a little bit you eventually gave in and kissed him back. He pulled away after a while before pulling your head to your chest, resting his chin on your head.
"Of course we are silly. You're all mine now.." he mumbled which made you smile as your eyes closed, falling asleep on the chest of someone you knew you loved dearly...
BONUS
You woke up slightly after Chan did, being met with his beautiful brown eyes just admiring your beautiful face. Once he noticed he was caught he turned red as a small smile appeared on both of your faces. You leaned up and placed a soft kiss to his nose in which he returned the favor by kissing your knuckles before intertwining your fingers.
"Good morning princess.." he mumbles, his morning voice sounding raspy and a bit deep as he smiled down at your flustered face.
" 'morning handsome.." you mumble as you just admired his features. It was hard to not think he was handsome. He let out a small chuckle as he pulled you close to him. He then let out a groan at remembering he had to clean up after last night. He would rather get it done as soon as possible than just leaving his place trashed. He leaned down and placed a kiss to your forehead before sitting up which made you whine a little.
"Where are you going.." you mumbled in a tired voice as you looked up at him with tired eyes. He let out a chuckle at your expression. It was like a switch flipped with your guys' relationship. What used to be constant fighting turned into pure love and admiration.
"I'm going to clean, I'll be back as soon as I'm finished love. Just rest here." He told you before getting out the bed and making his way out his room. You huffed a little before hearing a ding on your phone. You furrowed your eyebrows as you rolled over to grab it as it was on the charger. Chan must've done that last night after you fell asleep. That small gesture made you feel all giddy inside. You checked your phone to see notifications from your friend group chat.
MinHOE😍: now now now.. y/nnie, don’t you have something to tell us?
Drama Queen👑🎀: ooooh, some tea??☕️
Y/N🎀: what are you talking about??
MinHOE😍: yk from last night😏
Outtie😚🩷: WAIT NO WAY. WHO’D SHE FUCK IN CHANNIE HYUNGS HOUSE???
Y/N🎀: Minnie please we can talk about this😭
Babygirl🎀: what do me and Minho get for being quiet about this??
Y/N🎀: HAN JISUNG AND LEE MINHO PLEASE ILL DO ANYTHING🙏🏽😭😭
Fried chicken☺️🐥: yk now I’m very curious. Please do tell hyung.
MinHOE😍: so the old man and this lil girl right here did a lil sum last night..
Y/N🎀:MINHO PLEASE😭 I SWEAR ILL TAKE YOUR PUDDING
MinHOE😍: you better not. I’ll do you like Hyunjin and shove a bunch of tissues in your mouth until you suffocate.
Minnie👇🏼the🏢: Oop-
A bitch named Chris🖕🏼: stop fucking threatening my girlfriend.
Best rapper (lies👎🏽): IM SORRY GIRLFRIEND??
Outtie😚🩷: WHATTTTTTTTTTT
Drama Queen👑🎀: OML PLOT TWIST OF THE CENTURY
Minnie👇🏼the🏢: I KNEW IT. THE WAY THEY ARGUED WAS TOO TENSION FILLED FOR THEM TO NOT BE IN LOVE
Y/N🎀: Channie!! I thought you weren’t gonna tell them😔
A bitch named Chris🖕🏼: I think I’ve made it pretty clear who you belonged to last night. Plus they were gonna find out anyways.
Babygirl🎀: okay lovebirds🙄
You couldn’t help but smile a little as Chan’s text really sunk in. You just turned off your phone, ignoring the shock from your friends as you nuzzled into BangChan’s blanket, knowing you found your new favorite smell..
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A/N: so… this took me about three days to write because I kept getting distracted and just didn’t feel like finishing what I was writing so 👍🏽. Also, I will be posting this on both tumbler and Wattpad. Also will be taking requests!!
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oohhh!! yami and reader get into a argument and reader decides to sleep on the couch. yami can't sleep without her cuz he's a clingy baby so he begs her to come into bed
Omg, this one was such a cute request and fluff writing It's been my weakness lately❤️🤧
I'm in my ✨️Fluff era✨️
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All the members of the black bulls, who that night, instead of supposedly being asleep, had their ears were wide open to hear the argument coming from the captain's room.
Everyone knew about your relationship and how you were always together and after of what their were hearing now, they got worried. Finral was even heartbroken to witness that, he didn't like seeing a couple argue at all, given that he was a romantic man...despite being a womanizer.
"Are these two going to break up today? No, it can't be. That would be terrible." He thought as his heart raced with anxiety
"But why are you being so stubborn?! Damn woman, you're a problem when you get mad!" The captain said, as he sat on the bed with a long sigh
"A problem? Well, in that case, I won't say anything else so as not to disturb you." You picked up the pillow and the blanket and he looked at you
"Hey! Where do you think you're going?" He asked, standing up
"I'm going to sleep on the couch. Good night Yami Sukehiro!" You said goodbye to him with a hilarious smile, that quickly faded away when you turned your back on him and slammed the door
"YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU IDIOT! GOOD NIGHT TO YOU TOO!" He went into the hallway and shouted back but you just gave him the middle finger. "What an insensitive woman!" He grumbled
When the captain turned around, all the squad members were looking at him, wanting some explanation for what had happened but he was too angry to say anything at that moment.
"Where the fuck are you guys looking at? Go to the bed now!" He ordered and everyone ran to their respective bedroom
At first, overcome by pride, he just lay down on the bed to try to sleep but the truth is that the captain couldn't sleep a wink all night. He missed the warmth of his beloved in his arms, he loved sleeping hugging you, no matter if it was summer and you were dying of heat in his arms, he didn't move an inch while sleeping.
He went around and around but nothing seemed to ease that pain in his heart, he knew he had messed up, he just didn't know how to get to you to apologize. Yami sat on the bed and took a deep breath before getting up and going to the living room to get you.
He came across your figure falling asleep so well on the couch that he even hesitated to wake you up.
He knelt next to you and ran a hand over your face while you slept, you felt the touch of his hand and opened your eyes to see him right there by your side. You knew he had regretted it bitterly.
"What do you want?" You asked with a sleepy and low voice, still carrying some resentment from the argument, moments ago
"The bed is cold without you, you know?" He whispered. "I'm really sorry for being an jerk to you and saying those stupid things, you didn't deserve to hear that." His voice showed regret and a desire for reconciliation
"Yeah, Yami, you were really a jerk."
"I'm sorry, baby, please..." He placed his forehead against yours as he apologized as one of his hands held yours. "Do you forgive this jerk here?" He joked and you couldn't contain a small smile, even though you tried not to
"Fine, I'll do it, don't cry anymore." You teased, getting up from the couch, still half asleep."Besides, it was just a stupid argument."
"I promise it won't happen again."The captain hugged you for a moment and picked you up, lifting you from the couch."Let's go to sleep together because it's too cold to sleep without you." He said, carrying you to the bed
"What do you mean 'cold'? You're completely naked!" You laughed
"But without you, my heart gets cold and soon after, my body gets cold too, got it?" Yami explained and you rolled your eyes
"Yeah, I see...So it means that I'm your blanket, is that it?"
"Something like that." He placed you on the bed and lay down next to you, putting an arm around you and hugging you tightly
"You're being to clingy to me today, I didn't expect a big guy like you to be so cute." You joked
"How not? I'm a man with a good heart!" He replied but you laughed
"Yeah, yeah, it doesn't even seem like you threatens to kill your squad members, every single day."
"I'm just fulfilling my role as captain, any objections?"
"Negative, captain."
"Good," He placed a few kisses on your nape and neck, snuggling there. "But for now, I just want to sleep with you in my arms and I want you as close to me as possible." He pressed you against him
"Even more?! You're almost inside me!" You said, trying to move away from the grip of his huge arms
"Well...I'm not inside of you but if you want it, why not?" He teases and you push him away
"Yami, I'm going to the couch again!"
"Oh no, you won't, I won't let you go again." He wrapped his arms around you and reached your lips to give you a peck. "You belong with me, not on the couch."
"Alright, Mr. Big Guy, you win. I'll stay, but don't push your luck, you hear?"
"Always at my princess orders... and good night to you."
"For you too."
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Can you do Jeff, Ben, Liu, Masky, EJ, and Toby with a child experimented reader? Like they have scars and there wrists are swollen from being restrained, and everything? 
𝕀'𝕞 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕥𝕠 𝕘𝕖𝕥 𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕕 𝕠𝕗 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 𝕙𝕠𝕨 𝕕𝕠 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕦𝕡 𝕨𝕚𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕤𝕥𝕦𝕗𝕗/𝕝𝕙
ℂ𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕤 𝕥𝕠 𝕕𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕣 𝕘𝕠 𝕥𝕠 @𝕒𝕟𝕚𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕖𝕕𝕘𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕘𝕣𝕒𝕡𝕙𝕚𝕔𝕤-𝕟-𝕞𝕠𝕣𝕖!! 𝔾𝕠 𝕗𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕠𝕨 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕦𝕡𝕡𝕠𝕣𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕜!
𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕠 𝕞𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕣𝕖𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘!!
Jeff the Killer
He's a total insensitive asshole at first
"God damn kid, the fuck happened to your wrists? You cut yourself or somethin'?"
When you start sniffling and crying he knows he's fucked up
"Oh shit, wait hey I-I didn't mean it!"
One 3 hour long lecture from Slender and EJ later about how you do not in fact, cut yourself, you were held as an experiment for your entire life, he feels like he's come out a changed man
He is too much of an asshole to apologize, but he will try to make it better by initiating small talk
"You know, I was kind of an experiment too in a way"
"Really?"
"Yeah, I mean you know, I definetly didn't have it as bad as you but when I was growing up, my parents would force me to do things just to see how i'd react. And you know, how I look now is kind of a result of that"
You definetly don't like him after that, but you feel a little better
Jeff is an acquired taste for most people
No one just likes Jeff when they meet him LMAO
But as he continues to try and relate to you, you can commend him for trying
You still don't like him that much, but he's alright
Ben Drowned
He doesn't even mention it
He notices your scars and stuff, yeah, but he doesn't bring it up
1, he doesn't care enough to ask
2, he doesn't wanna make you upset
But sometimes, it's the guy that's too busy playing video games to actually listen to what you're saying that people trauma dump on
Which he doesn't mind
He's not a gossiper, and he forgets everything so chances are, if you tell Ben something, he's taking it to the grave
Er...second grave???
So as you sit there, telling him all you endured, he just sits there quietly
Maybe occasionally popping in with a "Damn that's crazy"
He probably isn't listening im sorry
Or maybe he is idk
The only way to really tell if he was is if months later, you mention something offhand and he's like
"Oh yeah I remember that. That's when a little bit of your skull was removed, right?"
And you'll just look at him like 'you were actually listening????'
Homicidal Liu
Liu, like Ben, notices but doesn't say anything
He and Jeff had a similar childhood, but even if he didn't, he still wouldn't risk bringing up trauma
But sometimes he gets a little concerned
Like if your wrists look a little more swollen than usual, then he will ask if he can see them
And he'll carefully look them over before getting an ointment that's supposed to help with swelling and rubbing it on them
He also has a lot of scars, so he gets the insecurity that comes with them
If he notices you covering up your arms or neck or wherever, he will offer one of his cardigans or scarves
And he will help adjust it so that it fits on you just right
Once it's on he will tell you how amazing you look
And if you really wanted, he'd let you keep the stuff he gives you
Or he'd go out shopping with you for something that better suits your style
Whichever you want, really
Eyeless Jack
He's probably one of the first people you meet when you get to the manor
And probably the one you see the most often
He is tasked with giving you your daily medicines, checkups, etc
He understands that a hospital room probably will bring up some trauma for you, so if you want to do your checkups in your room or somewhere else in the manor, he'd allow it
Really all he does is put lotion on your bruises, anti-itching ointment on where you were bound, cleaning and bandaging wounds, cleaning your scars, and giving you any medicine you might need
After that, he reminds you to be careful around your bandaged areas, and to try not to itch where he put the ointment, and then you're good to go
If you want, he'll give you a candy of your choice and a sticker
You do have a designated therapist, like all other members of the manor, but if you wanted to open up to him too he'd be ok with that
You opening up about your experiences also helps him give you the right medical treatment
And he assures you, that he and every other medical professional in the manor will never treat you how you were treated then
Of course, he understands that overcoming trauma is a process, and especially with medical professionals in your situation
But he will continue to accommodate whatever you need in the meantime to make you feel more comfortable
Toby
Toby from the beginning makes it clear that you can talk to him anytime you need
He loves helping people feel better, and would love to help you feel better
So if you do decide to open up to him, he will show you his own wounds and scars to make you feel better about them
He also helps you see that taking your medicine is cool and radical
(Take your meds kids, they're there to help you)
He will accompany you to the medical wing when you are finally able to go into hospital rooms
He wants you to feel safe, and if you need a break, he will be there to comfort you
He will also let you come with him when he needs to go to the medical wing, just to show you that everyone needs medical help sometimes, and that it's not scary here
He will let you touch his bandages so that you can see it's completly normal and helps your body get better
He's definetly the best to have around for medical reasons
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A/N ::: I did dishes tonight and was bent over, yeah, you guessed it, filling up the Jet-Dry thingy and thought how nice would it be to have Draken come up behind me and whack me on the ass. And then it just got terribly, terribly out of hand and now we're like 2500+ words shorter on life. I'm so sorry I do this shit. But you don't have to read it. (THOUGH ILY ALL SM FOR READING IT!!!!)
C/W ::: Domestic!Draken x F.reader, fluff, some smut.
WC ::: 2,572
You're bent over the dishwasher filling up the rinse agent again. Because even though everyone that comes through your home CAN do things, doesn't mean they WILL.
You're filling it up and it hasn't spilled yet. Like, all of it has gone into the receptacle and it's perfect. You hear Draken's heavy, booted footsteps approaching you and you're so excited to tell him your stupid little feat over the dishwasher. "Ken! Ken! Guess what I just di-" he smacks your ass with a cupped hand. And so hard, too, that it almost makes you fall forward onto the open dishwasher door.
"What. The. Fuck. Have. You. Done!!" you say to him in a tone that's borderline scaring him. "Did you not see what I was doing here? I c- hoh man. Oh my god, Ken."
"W- why're you talkin' to me like that? What'd I do? Why ... why is your face so red, sweets, hm?" You stood up and turned around, the jet-dry all over your hand. And you're so much shorter than him. He doesn't understand this fear that's bubbling up in his stomach at the way you're staring at him with such ... murderous intent.
"Um, th-thank you for doing the dishes ... right? Is that what I'm supposed to say right now?" You slap his arm, making him yell in surprise. "Ow! Wha-"
"Don't interrupt me!" you yell at him. "You know damn well why I'm upset with you. Don't play dumb."
"Ohh, is this about the ass smack?"
"Yeah, it's about the ass smack! Do you realize how perfectly I was pouring that stupid dishwasher spot rinse this time? You just ... you ruined it! I'm gonna have to wait until it's run out and try again! AGAIN!"
He laughs. "Aw, baby, you're cute when you get all mad like this. It's adorable."
"Ryuuguji. This is not fucking funny to me! You can't just hit me like that while I'm trying to do something else. I was bending over for god's sake. You couldn't just, I don't know, tap me or something?"
"Uhhh, but you love it when I smack your ass, babe. Don't even try to deny it."
"That's beside the point! You can't do it every time."
"Well, maybe if you weren't so fuckin' hot when you're bent over like that, I wouldn't feel the need to!" You stare at him with your mouth agape. "I'm just sayin'!" he adds.
"Just. Shut up. And go back to your show." You turn around and start filling up the dishwasher again. He puts his hands on your waist, sliding them around to your stomach. "Ken ... I love you, but don't touch me right now."
"What if I don't wanna watch TV anymore? What if I wanna watch that pretty mouth of your wrappin' around my..." he pressed his erection against your ass. "Hm? You look so pretty."
"Are you kidding me?"
"What, you don't want my dick anymore? Is that what you're saying?"
"Yes! That's exactly what I'm saying! I don't want it right now because you're being insensitive!" He laughed.
"Why are you being so fuckin' psychotic about this? It's just the stupid spot rinse. And anyway, wasn't I helping you by getting more of it to circulate around in there? I think I deserve a thank you for being so insightful without even knowing it."
You turned around and shoved him away. "You're unbelievable. Seriously." You put the cap back on the spot rinse and walked away from him. "I don't wanna talk to you."
"Oh, come on! Baby, don't be like that! It was just a joke!" He followed you into the living room, where you were sitting on the couch with your arms crossed. "Sweetie, I'm sorry. I'll let you do your thing from now on, okay?"
"And how am I supposed to know if you're just saying that to appease me? You can't just apologize like that and expect me to believe you."
"I'll prove it to you. I'll watch your every move and make sure you’re not doing anything else before I smack your ass. See? I can be considerate too."
"Okay, well, if you can go a week without smacking my ass when it's poor timing, I'll believe you."
"A WEEK? I can't smack your ass for a whole week? Babe. Come on. You're being cra- unreasonable about this."
"I'm being what?"
"Nothing. Just. Fine. A week it is."
"Good." You smirked at him. "So, you can start by letting me finish filling up the dishwasher right now."
"No." He said. "Puttin' my foot down. And - and no. You getting all huffy about the fuckin' dishwasher has me hard as fuck and I want you to sit on my lap. Now."
"Are you kidding me? No! I'm not having sex with you after you made me spill my hard-earned dishwasher spot rinse!"
"Baby, it's just dish soap."
"AH-HA! It's not dish soap. It's a rinsing agent!" You don't know why you felt like you'd won the whole thing right then and there. But Draken just shook his head at you and walked to the bedroom and flopped down on the bed, undoing his pants.
"Fine. Just know that I'll be over here, jackin' off while you're doing your little thing. And you'll be missing out on a good time, so, you know. Your choice."
You didn't care. You went back to the kitchen and started filling up the dishwasher again. This time, you had a timer set for 5 minutes. If you couldn't fill it up in that time, you were going to give up and come back to it later.
Draken stayed on the bed with his cock in his hand, stroking slowly while he watched you from the bedroom. It was kind of hot, seeing you so determined. He knew you weren't going to let him win this one. And that turned him on. A lot.
But you couldn't do it. The timer went off and you still had a little left to do. And it pissed you off. You walked back to the bedroom and threw a pillow at him. "Happy?"
He smiled at you. "Why don't you come and find out?" You looked down at his hard cock and back up at him. You rolled your eyes and grabbed the pillow, throwing it back to its spot on the bed.
"I'm not gonna have sex with you while you're being such a brat." You started to walk away but he grabbed your arm and pulled you toward him.
"I- sor- sorry. I'M being a brat? Who the fuck do you think you are! Talk-" he pulled you so you were standing right in front of him and yanked your yoga pants and panties down in one motion. "Talking to me like that. You're the brat here, brat. And you know what," he laid you over his lap so your ass was in the perfect position to spank, "you're about to get a little lesson in respect. I'll show you who's a brat."
"K- Ken ... don't you dare!" But he was already bringing his hand down on your bare ass, making you yelp in surprise. "Ah! Ow! Don't you fucking dare!"
He smacked you again, harder this time. "Respect, bitch!" He smacked you again and again, alternating between cheeks. "Who's a brat now?"
"You, Ken! You! Oh my- oh my god, please stop!" You were laughing so hard that tears were running down your cheeks and you couldn't believe he was doing this to you. It stung but it was also turning you on.
He stopped spanking you and pulled you onto his lap, laying you on your side so your ass wasn't touching anything. "You okay, baby? Huh?" He ran his fingers over the red marks on your skin.
"I hate you so much," you said, still laughing.
"No. You don't." He kissed your cheek and ran his hands over your body. "You love me."
"Yeah, I do."
He lifted you up and positioned you so you were straddling him. "Good. Now. Let's have sex."
"Um. I don't think so." You slid off of him and looked around for your pants. They were in the garbage. "Really, Ken? The garbage can?"
"What? It's not like I meant to throw them there."
"Mm-hm. And besides, you just spanked me! Multiple times! So no. N-O spells no." You started to run away from him, still bare assed. Your ass jiggled all the way down the hallway and he couldn’t take his eyes off of it.
"Oh, no, you don't!" He ran after you and tackled you onto the couch, pinning you down with his body. "I didn't say you could go anywhere. You're staying right here with me."
"Ken, please!"
"Please, what? You want me to spank you more? Is that it? You liked getting your ass slapped, huh? You little slut." He pushed his cock against you, pressing it against your clit. "You wanna get fucked?"
"Yes! Yeh-hess, I want you to fuck me, Ken."
"Hmm. Not so fast." He pulled away from you and got down on his knees on the floor, lifting your legs up over his shoulders. He kissed the inside of your thighs, his lips ghosting over your skin. "You know how much I love these thighs of yours?"
"Mhm. Ken, please."
"Really. Now you're begging me for it? You're fuckin' unbelievable. So needy 'n shit. Got some nerve." He pressed his tongue against your clit, flicking it back and forth. "I don't know if I'm ready yet. You're gonna have to work a little harder than that to get me going. 'Sides, you had your chance. Several, actually. So really, this is your fault." He went back to licking your pussy, his tongue delving into your folds.
You brought your fingers to your mouth and licked them, rubbing them over your clit, moaning as he ate you out. He pushed your hand away and replaced it with his own. He started to rub your clit faster, making your hips buck up. "Mm. Good girl."
"Ah! Ohh, fuck!" Your orgasm hit you hard, making you moan loudly. "Ken! Ahh, fuck!" You tried to push him away, but he kept going, licking and sucking at your wetness until you couldn't take it anymore. "I can't! Fuck, I ca- hah!"
He finally stopped and sat back on his heels, wiping his mouth with his hand. "There. Now. How do you feel about fucking me now?"
You laughed at him. "Fuck off."
"Aww, come on, baby. You know you wanna." He leaned forward and kissed your lips, his tongue dipping into your mouth. "Let's finish filling up the dishwasher together, hm?" He helped you up and pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you completely naked.
"I can't believe you," you said, laughing. "You really did that."
"Hey, you said no sex. I was just taking it a step further by removing all of your clothes so you couldn't even pretend you were gonna have sex with me. In this household, nudity is not frowned upon. In fact, I may tell our friends that if they come over, they have to take their clothes off. You'd like that, huh? I see the way you look at Mikey and Baji. Kazutora sometimes. And Chifuyu. And Mitsuya."
"OK! Jesus. Yeah, your friends are hot. But I'm in love with you, you caveman."
"I know. But it's okay. They don't mind that you're in love with me, either. So don't worry about it. You can fuck any of them if you want."
"I ... wh-what? I don't want to fuck them. I just like lookin' at them. Jesus. Way to give me up so fast! Wait, have they - have they said anything about wanting to fuck me? No no no. Don't answer that. Let's just do the dishes so you can fuck me."
He laughed and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you toward the kitchen. "Fine. Come on, then. Let's fill up the dishwasher and get you back into bed for round 2."
"Oh god, please don't call it that."
"What? What else would you call it? Fucking?"
"Yes, that's it."
"Oh, right. The fucking. Got it." He walked over to the dishwasher and grabbed the spot rinse. "Here. Fill it up. I'll watch." He leaned against the counter, his arms folded across his chest.
You sighed. "Fine." You picked up the bottle and filled it up, not spilling a drop. "You're ruining my fun by watching me so closely."
"Nah. You're just being a little brat again." He stepped closer to you and pressed his erection against your back. "And you know what happens to brats, right?"
"Yeah, they get punished."
"That's right, baby. That's exactly right." He spun you around and kissed you, his lips pressing against yours hungrily. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard right here on the counter, you’ll never do the dishes again without thinking about my cock."
You giggled and shook your head at him. "You're such a horny fuck, Ken. I love it." You started to push his boxers down his hips.
He pulled them down and stepped out of them, his cock hard and ready for you. "That's my girl. You ready for me?"
"Mhm." You lifted your leg up and wrapped it around his waist, pulling him closer. "Fuck me, Ken. Fuck me right here."
He thrust his cock into you, making you gasp in surprise. "There it is. That's what I love hearing from you." He fucked you hard and fast, his hips snapping against yours as he pounded into you. "Ahh, fuck. You feel so good. You feel so fucking good."
"Ohh, Ken! Ah! Fuck! Oh my god! Hah!!!" You cried out, scooting closer and closer to him off of the counter.
"Yeah? Fuckin' feels so good yeah? Fuck I love it when you're loud!" He began thrusting even harder into you.
"No! There's a fork stabbing me in the ass, get me off of here!" you yelled, trying to get away from the sharp metal object.
He laughed too hard at that and picked you up, carrying you to the bedroom. "There you go, baby."
You sighed in relief. "Thank you." He climbed onto the bed with you and pulled you on top of him. "Now I want you to ride me. Ride my cock." He held your hips and helped you move up and down on him. "Fuck, you're so hot like this. Yeah, just like that."
You moaned as you rode him, your hips rocking back and forth as you took him deeper. "Ken, you're so fucking good." You leaned forward and kissed him, your tongue sliding into his mouth. He kissed you back, his tongue rubbing against yours.
He started to thrust up into you, matching your rhythm. "That's it, baby. I love forking you." He smirked.
"What the fuck did you just say? I'm done. This was not meant to happen today." You climbed off of him and went to the bathroom to clean up.
"Babe, I'm sor-" he couldn't talk he was laughing so hard. "I'm sorry! Come here. C'mere."
"No. You know what? No. Go fork yourself, Ryuuguji. Don't speak to me for the rest of the day." You chuckled.
You don't know what you did to deserve this beautiful man in your life. But you thank the God's everyday that he loves you back.
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To the people I never tag, I only tagged you because you <3'd my silly little post. I won't tag you in anything else (unless you specifically request to be so. Thanks!)
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Convos with Rin pt 3
Rin x GN! Reader
Warnings: ED discussion, reader is recovering from anorexia specifically, mentions of bulimia, getting over fear foods specifically, mentions of calories and food, Rin's also kinda insensitive but he's trying his best. Can be read as platonic.
(This is more of my experience with EDs, so if your experience doesn't align it doesn't mean you're invalid!) Part 1 here, Part 2 here
You stare absentmindedly out the window of the homely cafe, people watching as you always do, a faint smile pulling at your lips as you watch a woman hesitantly move to hold the hand of the woman next to her.
It must be a first date, you think as you watch the woman next to her smile and intertwine her fingers with her.
It must be nice, dating and all that, and you can’t help but wonder what it would be like for you to be in a relationship.
Would they be the type to hold your hand so hesitantly? Or would they be so confident about it until you noticed their sweating hands? Would your hands be sweaty too?
“Here.”
A familiar voice sounds out, snapping you out of your mini daydream and turning your focus to the teal eyed boy sitting in the booth in front of you. Your eyes flicker down to the plate he slides towards you, faintly wrinkling your nose at the sight of the double fudge brownie in front of you.
It’s not that you hate chocolate, you love it in fact…
It’s just.
The calories.
“Oh? Is this for me?” You ask teasingly, doing your best to push that intrusive thought out of your head, and waggling your eyebrows at Rin who looks less than impressed.
“Shut the fuck up and eat the damn brownie.” He coldly responds, making you laugh despite your apprehension.
Because of course Rin would act like an asshole even when he was being a total sweetheart.
Still, it’s not amusing enough to pull your thoughts out from the spiral your mind seems to want to pull you down as you stare at the sweet treat in front of you.
“...can I refuse?”
“No.”
“Can I bargain?”
He says nothing, but furrows his brows at you, which you take as a sign to keep on talking.
“How about I eat half and then you eat the other half?” You suggest, trying to ignore the queasy feeling building up in you.
“(Name).” He says, his voice slightly stern, and it’s enough to get you to shut your mouth with a dejected sigh.
It was hard to deny him with how strongly he felt about it despite it seeming like he couldn’t care at all, and you did promise.
“...you can’t blame me for trying.” You grumble out.
“I can and I will.” He responds, but you can tell he looks slightly relieved by the way his eyebrows relax.
Alright, you can do this.
You think to yourself before picking up the fork and delicately cutting into the brownie, making sure to get a sizable piece.
You hesitate slightly as you stare at it, but feeling Rin’s gaze on you, you manage to find the strength to push the fork past your lips and into your mouth.
And it tastes fucking delicious, the rich decadent chocolate coating your mouth as you chew, but even still you find yourself having to restrain yourself from spitting it out into the napkin next to you.
“It’s really fucking annoying how good this tastes.” You say after you swallow, subconsciously licking your lips to catch any remaining crumbs.
“That doesn’t even make any sense.” He says blandly.
“To you it doesn’t because you’re mostly mentally stable.”
“What do you mean “mostly”?
“...” You blink up at him, trying to decide whether you should open the can of worms that are Rin's issues before opening your mouth again. “No comment.”
He furrows his brows at that before scoffing and looking away, feeling no urgency in pressing you on the matter as he watches you painstakingly eat.
“...can I go to the bathroom?” You ask after you finish, only using your napkin to clean the crumbs of your face much to both your delight and horror.
“Why? So you can shove your fingers down your throat in an attempt to throw up?” Rin asks, and you have to stop yourself from snorting out loud from his callous remark.
“Oh my gods, you know me so well!” You say sarcastically, batting your eyelashes at him before rolling your eyes. “...no I won’t do that, it’s anorexia not bulimia anyway.”
He seems reluctant, but he believes you. “...fine then, go ahead.”
“Thank you your majesty, for offering this poor peasant just a lick of generosity, your kindness will forever be treasured–”
“Just go.”
“Pfft– fine whatever you say.” You say with a snicker, finding his reactions amusing before your smile drops and you shift awkwardly in your seat. “Hey but umm…”
“Hm?” Rin raises a brow.
You don’t really like being cheesy, but you feel like you owe it to him, for helping you on your road to recovery.
“...Thank you, you know, for everything.” You manage to say, fiddling with your thumbs.
“...” He looks at you before glancing away, a hint of red on his cheeks. “… yeah, whatever.”
That’s so him. You think amusedly, before pulling yourself out of the booth.
“I’ll be back, promise!” You say with a smile, before laughing under your breath at his muttered “you better.”
You don’t bother responding though, you don’t need to, after all you always keep your promises to Rin.
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my home moves with you
set between s1 and s2. ashlyn and taylor.
small but fluffy <3
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Ashlyn Banner isn't normal. She knows this, she gets this, she embraces this.
She uses it.
She keeps people away. She stays hidden. She separates herself from everyone because it's just, well, better that way.
Until she... can't.
Taylor looks up at the ceiling and curses, and it catches Ashlyn off-guard. She holds up another tissue, water streaming down her eyes in a steady staircase of tears- shaky hands squeezing Ashlyn's like a bee in a wilted flower.
She's vaguely aware that it's too silent- excluding Taylor's silent sobs next to her- that she needs to say something.
What do you say when someone's brother gets impaled by a tree?
I'm sorry for your loss? Insensitive as fuck. Ashlyn highly doubted anyone wanted pity.
It's my fault? Great, make it about yourself again.
She sighs and leans against the wall, taking in her friend's small figure. "Do you- uh, do you want anything to eat?"
Taylor stops crying for a second, looking up at Ashlyn with bloodshot eyes, like she'd just noticed she was there. "Popcorn?"
"Oh, fair, alright, uh," she looks away and cringes, "I'll get that then."
It feels rude of her to want to get out of there so fast, but she doesn't know what to do. Damn it, why wasn't Ben here or something? Or Logan?
She reaches into the cabinet of Taylor's kitchen and pulls out a family-sized bag of sweet-and-salty popcorn. Which, she admits, is the best kind. Taylor has just gone up five points on her list.
Was she supposed to put it in a bowl?
Fuck it.
She snatches the bag and goes back into the living room, fiddling with the plastic on its rim. "Here."
Taylor looks up for a second, and takes the bag from Ashlyn's hand. She opens it slowly, stuffing her mouth with popcorn and almost instantly choking.
"Oops?" She whispers, snorting slightly, as Ashlyn hands her a bottle of water.
"Give me some too," She says softly, "I'm hungry."
Wordlessly, the two of them share the bag of popcorn, as the ceiling lights flicker and the whir of the fan fades into a steady buzz of comfort.
"Thanks, Ashlyn," she whispers, a soft smile etching itself onto the corner of her mouth.
Ashlyn frowns, looking over at Taylor with a curious expression.
"For what?"
"For helping me out."
"I didn't do anything," She blinks, grabbing another handful of popcorn, "I just stood here."
"Exactly. Thank you," she whispers.
And Ashlyn gets it.
"You're welcome."
No other words needed to be said.
#school bus graveyard fanfics#school bus graveyard#sbg#sbg fics#taylyn#i guess?#platonic or romantic you do you#fluff#sbg fluff#sbg fic#sbg (webtoon)#taylor hernandez#ashlyn banner#idk i could make more w the other ones if y'all like this#sorry that its so short :[#school bus graveyard webtoon
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PART 3 of 3 of my Pjhazel incorrect qoutes! Sadly the last part.. at least for now. I won't say for definite there won't be more cos I adore this movie and this ship especially, but may take some time.
Same things apply to this one as the others, hope these were as fun to read as they were to make! This one became longer than I intended because I just had to add a few new ones too it especially the code names one because It made me chuckle and fit so well.
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Pj: I’m in lov—
Pj: Lov—
Pj: I have feelin—
Josie: It’s okay, take your time.
Pj: ...Hazel.
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Pj *to hazel*: If I have developed a huge crush on you, that's my business. It literally has nothing to do with you.
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Hazel: Autism speaks?
Hazel: Yeah, I never shut the fuck up.
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Pj: Horny doesn’t always mean wanting to have sex. Sometimes it means wanting to be beat up or stabbed or something.
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Hazel: I like wearing oversized sweaters. Not just because they're extremely comfy and cuddly, but because whenever the sleeves are really big, I get to flop them around and smack people.
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Pj: I- hm...
Hazel: be nice
Pj: Of course! I'm finding kind words.
Hazel
Pj:....
Hazel:
Pj:...
Hazel: ... it takes you that long to find-
Pj: It does! I'm trying!
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Ms. Callahan: You're not good enough for my daughter
Pj: YOU'RE not good enough for your daughter
Ms. Callahan: Excuse me?!
Pj: You heard me
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Hazel: I set off explosives to feel joy.
Pj: That's adorable.
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Pj *delusional from a punch to the face during fight club*: You have... beautiful eyes..
Hazel *flustered*: She's lost her mind!
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Hazel: I have no idea what's going on but I am being so brave about it.
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Pj *to hazel*: Why do you keep looking me in the eyes? My huge tits are down here
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Hazel *is sad*
Pj:*looks up “how to comfort someone”*
Website: “Do not make insensitive comments or mock the person”
Pj: Fuck.
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Hazel: Are you okay?
Pj: In what aspect? Phisically, no injury whatsoever and no signs of exhaustion. Appearance wise, I'm not just okay, I'm a whole ass meal. We're talking three courses, five stars.
Hazel:
Pj: But mentally? I could use some therapy I guess.
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Pj: it may have been a stupid decision, but it was MY stupid decision and I could never turn my back on it
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Hazel: please, stay out of trouble
Pj: Not my strong suit
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Pj *about Hazel*: *sighs* God, what a loser. I can't believe I'm gonna sleep with her.
Josie: I mean, you don't have to.
Pj: Nah, I'm gonna.
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Pj: Do you have a date for Valentine’s Day?
Hazel: Yes. It's February 14th.
Pj: I- Nevermind.
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*Texting*
Pj: I wanna sleep with you.
Pj: But like in the innocent way.
Pj: ...
Pj: Get your bitch ass over here and cuddle with me you little shit!
Hazel: Damn Pj, calm down, I'm putting my shoes on.
Pj: <3
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Hazel: Sometimes sarcasm is laid on so thick that even I can detect it.
Hazel: This was not one of those times.
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Pj: I love you.
Hazel: I love you too. I've waited so long to hear you say that.
*pj and Hazel make out passionately*
Sylvie, to annie: You owe me 20 dollars.
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Hazel *after Pj insults someone*: I know Pj is very sorry and didn’t mean it.
Pj: Very sorry.
Hazel: See?
Pj: But I did mean it.
Hazel: pj!
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Brittney: Why are you ignoring Hazel?
Pj: I’m playing hard to get.
Brittney: Why would you do that? You’re already hard to want.
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Pj: Not much could ruin today.
Jeff: Hey overall bitch #2
Pj: Oh, Fuck. I forgot saying that summons him.
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*just before josie and pj find the other fight club members at the game to apologise*
Josie: Talk to Hazel first, and apologise. That's what friends do.
Pj: Urgh, I really don’t want too. I was just gonna wait til' I'm on my deathbed, get in the last word and then die immediately.
Josie: That was your plan for dealing with this???
Pj: That's my plan for dealing with everything. I have seventy-seven arguments I'm gonna win that way.
Josie *drags her to the football game*: Nope, we're doing the apology instead.
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Pj: Quick, Hazel, start talking about boring nerd shit!
Hazel: You know, nerd culture is mainstream now, so when you use the word “nerd” derogatorily, it means you’re the one that’s out of the zeitgeist.
Pj: Yes, that’s perfect. Just like that.
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*backstory: the cheerleaders are at practice and the rest of the club are getting together to help plan a perfect promposal for josie to give to isabel*
Pj: From now on, we'll be using code names. You can address me as 'Eagle 1.'
Pj: Hazel is 'Currently doing that.'
Hazel: *high fives pj*
Pj: Sylvie is 'It happened once in a dream.'
Pj: Annie. Codename - 'If I had to pick a republican.'
Pj: josie is... 'Eagle 2.'
Josie: Oh, thank god.
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Warnings: Mentions of death, mentions of losing mother, arguing, twd warnings (angst -> to fluff)
Synopsis; Going through a loss, Carl tries his best to help. Even through argument and grief.
Running off on your own was always a bad idea— but after a fight with Carl you hadn't even thought about safety.
He'd argued that you were to unstable for runs, having lost your mom a week earlier you'd become distant, and sometimes insensitive.
You'd told off anyone who'd tried to help you grieve, and on your last run you'd thrown yourself into a hoard out of anger— though you'd been lucky to have taken them on without being bit.
As soon as Daryl had warned Carl of your actions, he'd been on your case. Insisting you take time to grieve, rather than going on runs.
"You can't go out like this, you'll come back dead." He lectured, frustrated and fearful for your safety, "You're being reckless, and stupid."
"I don't give a damn, Carl." You shouted, "You aren't my babysitter, just leave me be."
"Everyone's worried about you, Daryl, Daryl of all people was the one who told me. Daryl's worried."
"I don't care Carl, if I want to go for runs I go for runs. You aren't my dad." You faltered at your own words, thinking of your father whom you'd lost.
Carl paused for a moment, sighing, "Listen, I came to talk to you because my dad's restricting you. He wants someone's eye on you all the time, figured it was best I gave you the option to agree."
"I'm not a child, I don't need that." You stood from your seat, at the kitchen table— frustrated. Carl looked up, watching you.
"Y/n this is because we care, not because we don't trust you—"
"Yeah, sure seems like it. You all blame me, for what happened, god knows I do too. But that doesn't mean I want to risk more lives by being replaced on runs."
You shook your head, looking to the door, "What I'm trying to say is— maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I was next."
"Don't say that." He said sternly, now realizing how serious the situation was, "This is Bullshit. Y/n you need to get your head out of your ass and realize what's going on—
— you almost died last night, because you got upset. You almost got multiple people killed because you can't control yourself."
You looked at him, his words setting in like salt to a wound. It stung, hearing someone you loved so much say something so blunt.
You can't control yourself. It rang through your mind, hanging in the air as realization hit him. Though, he was far to stubborn to admit it. Not until he had time to cool down.
"Control.. myself?" You looked at him, your sadness turning to anger quickly. "Control? You have never once been reprimanded for anything you've done—
— How would you know how I feel? You could commit anything you wanted and it'd be covered up wouldn't it?" You shouted, the tears forming.
"Covered up? Is that what you think of me?" His voice raised, looking at you, "You don't get to dictate how I've grieved, that's not what this is about!"
"Fuck you, Carl. Fuck you, and your stupid ego. You don't get to dictate my grieving either. And I won't let you."
Before he could respond, you were out the door— and here you were back at the beginning.
You fell against a tree, everything setting in finally. You'd just ran from the help you needed, yelled at the opportunity to have such help, and most importantly you'd just lost your mom.
Everything you'd burried inside yourself shone now, in the woods late at night. Your body shook with sobs, your tears fading as you ran out.
Who knew how long you'd been crying, how long you'd been out there, how long everyone may have looked for you.
But, your loud sobs were sure to attract some sort of reaction from the world. And soon you found the noises of a biter crawling closer.
You reached for a rock, wiping your nose weakly. The undead figure appeared in front of you, lurching forward, knocking you flat against the tree as you smashed the rock over it's head.
You were sure you'd earned wounds from such, on your back from the sharp edges of the tree, on your hand from the force of the rock, but you far from cared.
All that mattered to you now was letting it all out— you smashed the rock over the biters head, though it was long dead. You sobbed over the rotting corpse, weakly crying out when ever the rock made contact.
You felt cold hands take your wrists, pulling you from the corpse as you dropped the rock. Carl pulled you into his arms, glad to find you safe— though his heart broke for your state.
He didn't take you home, not yet, he just let you sob. Doing his best to keep you warm as you did so, no words truly needed to explain your feelings.
He rubbed circles into your back, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you slowly soothed— you only acknowledging him when you'd finally calmed down.
"I'm sorry.." You whispered, leaning further into him, "I didn't mean it— any if it I didn't..I didn't. I want to live, I mean it, I do. I don't think you grieve wrong.. you're so—"
"Shhh, I know. I know." He hummed, his hands still running circles into your back. "Let's get you back, you need to lay down."
He helped you up, his arm never unwrapping from you as he guided you back to Alexandria, walking passed people who'd been wondering where you were— where you'd gone.
He gave them nods, assuring you were fine, never once pausing to talk to anyone. He finally stopped when he'd reached your room, gesturing for you to sit on the bed.
He kneeled in front of you— you on the bed, him on the floor. "Are you hurt any? Any more than this.." He asked, examining your beat up hands, holding them in his.
"My uh.. back a little. Damn biter got me against a tree." You watched as his face contoured with worry, fearing you'd been bitten, "He didn't get me, no bites."
He gave a relieved look, "I'll clean you up. Then you can sleep, as long as you want." He guaranteed, standing up and taking off to fetch things for your wounds.
You pulled your shirt off, giving access to your back when he came back. Whilst waiting you glared around your room, everything seemed to remind you of her— your mom.
It hurt so much that you didn't feel the aching in your body, the soreness in your throat, every thought was simply of her.
You blamed yourself, you were on the run with her, and now she was gone. You'd all split up and by the time you'd reached her once more, she was gone— turning.
Carl returned, snapping you from your thoughts. He adjusted himself behind you on the bed, pressing a cloth to the fresh cuts on your shoulder blades, apologizing everytime you winced.
"It gets better." He promised, from behind you, "It never heals, but it gets better. You think about the bad less. Miss the good more."
"What do you remember about her..?" You whispered, listening to the sincerity in his voice. He began bandaging your back as he proceeded—
— "As much as I can, I think of her a lot." He admitted, "She told me I'd beat this world, I try to make it true for her."
"She told me to be good to you."
"What?" He pulled from the bandages, to look at you.
"She did, my mom. Told me her biggest regret was losing my dad— how she treated him before."
Carl didn't respond, fixing the placement of the bandages before kissing your shoulder, "The last thing your mom told me was to look after you. I don't think she knew how or when— but.. i think she knew she was going."
"She'd come to terms with it, is what I mean." he finished.
You nodded, looking down at your hands, "I think I'm ready to sleep now."
He smiled, pulling the basket from the bed, "Lay down, I'll get your hands then you can sleep." You nodded, laying down on your side, you hands spralled in front of you off the bedside.
Once he'd finished, he discarded the basket on the floor, turning off the light and laying on his side to your right— wrapping his arms around you.
You put your hands on his, your intertwined hands resting on your lower stomach. He leaned into your back, head resting in between your exposed shoulder blades.
"I love you." He whispered, promising; "I'll do whatever I can to help."
"I love you too." You squeezed his hand, before fading into sleep.
#carl grimes oneshot#carl#the walking dead#carl grimes#twd#carl grimes x reader#syds page#the walking dead fluff#carl grimes drabble#carl grimes blurb#fanfic
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All For The Game Reread Thoughts! (Part 2)
Back on my bullshit (i.e reading instead of revising) and here are my Reread Thoughts™ for The Raven King:
- "One day I want you to look up 'insensitivity' in the dictionary," Matt said, annoyed. "I'm sure it'll do your ego wonders to see your picture printed there beside it." I love Matt 😭
- I feel really bad for Aaron tbh :( His life seriously sucks and I feel like ppl don't really acknowledge it bc Andrew and Neil are more major characters and we see a lot more of their trauma, but you can't compare ppls trauma and Aaron and Andrew's situation is pretty nuanced and difficult for both of them and just ugh yk?
- "I'm not exactly a uniting force," Neil said. You say that now 👀
- I want it to be known that I have done Actual Genuine Lengthy research into the american university system because it confused me so much
- "Neil wanted to tell them death was no reason to hold back, but he found their humanity interesting. He just hoped they got over it before first serve on Friday night." NEILLLLL 😭😭😭 You can't just say that 💀
- Neil wearing jorts let's goooooooo
- NEIL CANONICALLY SPEAKS W A BRITISH ACCENT WHEN OVERSEAS
- NEIL'S ICONIC ROASTTTTT HOT DAMN IT GETS BETTER EVERY TIME OMG
- Istg Neil was genuinely tweaking seeing an Exy court being used for non-Exy activities
- Riko just described Kathy as a cougar lmao
- what the fuck is a pep rally
- "It didn't kill anyone important" you tell em Neil!!! The fact that he cares more abt his racquet than the fact that Aaron murdered someone is so on brand
- So you're telling me that when Neil sticks Andrew's hand under his shirt, that Wymack, Bee, Kevin and both lawyers are there too??
- Wymack immediately clocking andriel is so funny to me
- "Good," Neil said quietly. "So now you understand why Andrew killed your mother." DAMN NEIL DELIVERING HARD TRUTHS LIKE THAT OOOF
- The way Neil rejected that cheerleader Melissa was BRUTALLL
- "Neil didn't have the words, so he answered with his fist." AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH
- "Who is your King, Nathaniel?" Riko asked.
Neil spat in his face. FOREVER ICONICCCC
- Ok I'm pretty sure the Perfect Court tattoos are Arabic numerals rather than Roman bc Neil's tattoo is specified as a "4" and Nora uses Roman numerals when describing Class I and Class II Exy, but ngl I think roman numerals make more sense as it would be easier to turn II into a queen chess piece yk?
- "He was their family. They were his. They were worth every cut and bruise and scream." 😭😭😭 Neillll ilysm :(((
- "I'm fine" count: 9
He said it four times in chapter 12 alone 💀
#aftg#trk#reread#all for the game#the raven king#neil “I'm fine” josten#spoiler: he's not fine#these books are so fast paced omg like shit starts happening and it just DOESN'T STOP#I am a jorts lover so neil has my heart#jorts are the height of fashion idc what anyone says
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Honestly that callout is the inevitable end of what we already mentioned abt nfcv criticisms:
-Loud annoying fucks make obvious racism fueled criticism of n!Annette
-Fandom considers this to be the sum of nfcv critics
-You n other fellas make criticism of n!Annette based on how her character was adapted, her story arc, interactions, etc
-"You're so racist n misogynistic!!!" Dogpiling
And you did acknowledge the unfair backlash against her in good faith and if ppl had disagreements it could be like "nah i dont agree bc x and i think you're being insensitive abt y bc z". Hell, if i got told i said something insensitive i'd rectify and apologize but nope. You're a bigot now congratulations :/
And (and im gonna get a bit political here sorry for that) forever gonna hate how nocturne made me have to speak abt all the nuances of the french revolution bc it is true that France was and is an imperialistic country w racism issues, but said history and issues can't be reduced into "white men bad, rich bad, 21th century 'murica politics" (specially considering how this is an Usamerican show, aka imperialistic country w racism issues that casually has France's politics on a leash lol)
It's all so annoying I just want a good adaptation of the funny beat up Dracula games
Pd: one of the things i like abt nocturne is her redesign lol. It doesn't has anything to do w the og but it's very good looking👍
Yeah, I knew I would be brushed off as one of those genuinely racist people whose criticism of Annette begins and ends with "MUH POLITICS, MUH WOKE" without knowing shit about history or even being a fan of the games. It's still annoying :V I always, always pointed out that those people exist and they have poisoned the conversation too much. But no, scream to me about how black women deserve to be in fandoms I guess. Yeah, I know. Good thing I didn't target you, isn't it.
And as other people have pointed out in the nothes, NFCV is genuinely all sorts of -ist and -phobic, there was a huge post that blew up about the blatant antisemitic implications of a "vampire cabal" owning all the slaves, so if you really want to play white savior, the show you're defending has plenty of material already :^)
And yes. I know this is going to sound like those MUH WOKE people, but I swear I don't mean it in the same way: Castlevania is not the franchise that should deal with real life politics. Not the games, nor the show. It's about humans vs. vampires. It has always been about human vs. vampires, or any sort of monster. Yes, N!Isaac had a past of slavery, but 1) it was highly historically inaccurate, since NFCV takes place before the Transatlantic Slave Trade and slaves in that area tended to be European, 2) it was still lowkey racist, as if black people can only be slaves, as if Isaac doesn't have already an in-built backstory of being persecuted for his powers, and 3) it was, at the end of the day, an insignificant factor of NFCV's lore. It justified one antagonist's misanthropy. It wasn't the literal core of the show. Nothing about the original show, let alone the damn games, would lead me to think "mmh, I sure would love to see important, complex historical events played out in this setting!".
(N!Annette is very cute, I concur lol. A much better design than N!Isaac. I appreciate that she's dressed in yellow like the original Annette :>)
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DID is not fun.
It is not your get out of jail free card. It is not just roleplay with a different name. It's chronic, it sticks with you for life. It's a constant reminder of the things that happened to you and it's that one scar that will never fade.
To the systems who have healed a lot, who are able to live happily, I salute you. I'm proud of you and you have every right to be proud of yourself too. But the insensitive teenagers and young adults who are so insecure about who they are as a person that they look at a disorder that developed from childhood trauma, developed from things adults can't ever possibly imagine going through, and go "I want that", I pity you. I hope you have a good life, one that treats you better than whatever led you to a point that made you think like this, but it's time to grow up.
We have been through unimaginable, we have split and fragmented to stay alive. We can't even function alone anymore from all the fragmentation, at least not fully.
If you want DID, smash a bowl on the ground first and try to drink soup from it. Doesn't work, huh? All your doing is taking all the glue for that bowl from people who never meant to break their bowl in the first place. Now imagine there's a major glue shortage and you have to drive over two hours to get a single bottle of glue. Yeah. Let us have our spaces without fear of being romanticized, damn it.
I'm so tired of constantly seeing people's interpretations of this, of us. Especially when we are at some of our lowest points. It's not pretty. Flashbacks, missing time, missing years, people you don't recognize, places you don't recognize, enough panic attacks to power an entire town for 24 hours, to nothing. To being completely normal. To having to try and explain that to medical professionals who don't even believe in the disorder in the first place because before the online epidemic, there was the criminal epidemic.
Don't you see how shitty it is to pretend to have this, or do you just not care?
Considering I see so many people get defensive, people who are so quick to try to justify themselves, you know what you're doing is wrong, but why do it? Clout, time passer, attention, cover up for something else you have going on?
Open your eyes, DID is a disorder. Dissociative identity disorder. Hell, half of you don't even know that's what DID stands for, and that really shows that mental health educators have done a shit job, that or you only listen to people like me on some shitty app and use that as your research.
For fucks sake, if you need research links, come to my inbox and ask, just please listen to people who are actually certified, not Tumblr user blah blah blah.
Thank you for reading.
#i am just so so so upset right now you cant even imagine#🛰️✶.*̥˚#did#dissociative identity disorder#did system#traumagenic system#did community#actually did#did stuff#did osdd#system stuff#osdd system#plural system#actually plural#plural pride#plural stuff#system problems#system discourse#syscourse#anti endo#anti tulpa#actually traumagenic#actuallytraumatized#actually dissociative#actually disordered#traumagenic safe
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Director Strider here to say that if I could be a good big brother to every Dirk splinter, I would.
Dirk, you already know you're my lil bro. Damn I wish I could've raised you and I'm so proud of you. Stop being so fuckin hard on yourself, I swear to god, kid. Or I'll do the brotherly thing and put your ass in a headlock until you get your shit settled. Also, lean on your friends more. They care about you too.
Hal, you're the most bitchin set of shades anyone ever did see. Love ya' lil dude. Even if you never got a body and were just some red text on a screen to me, I would've loved the fuck outta you. Buy one get one free baby brothers. shit is that insensitive? Given the whole... Whatever, you know what I mean. You're still my bro, even if you're not dirk.
Arquius... You're like half mine, which as far as I'm concerned means you're my lil bro too. get in here, man. Maybe put a towel down first though.
Brobot, if I buy you batteries would you eat them? this is for science. on a more serious note, you're family. And more importantly, you're included in the lil bro fellowship I'm starting. I'm gonna have to make business cards at this rate.
Brain ghost dirk, you may be entitled to financial compensation. Also a decent fist bump. You're in the bro squad, I dont give a shit who's head you live in.
This is also a shout out to Rox: If you want in on the bro pile as a part timer, I could make an exception on last names. or you could always change it. ... don't do that, Rose would fucking kill me if you did that.
Uh... anyway. ✌️ later
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#Homestuck#Homestuck Kin#Alpha Bro Strider Kin#Dirk Strider Kin#Hal Kin#ARquiusprite Kin#Brobot Kin#Rox Post#I'm still alive I swear guys.
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Part 1 here~
"You... wah... huuh?!"
Grim exclaimed loudly, while Mika stared on in dumbfounded silence.
"That's... That's crazy! Why would you do that? CAN you do that?!"
The stranger finally tore his eyes away from the wall, turning back to Mika and their monster. It was hard to read the emotion on his face.
"Look, that's not the issue. We need to focus on getting Mika out of here before this whole place collapses, and I'm pretty sure this is our ticket. Let's just-"
"Excuse me? 'Not the issue'?"
Mika finally spoke, bringing Grim up to rest on their shoulders.
"No, I think it's a BIG issue! I don't have a lot of boundaries, but you have just stepped alllll over them, mister! I don't even know who you are, and you think you can just... do... this?!"
Clearly they were upset. Understandably so, considering the situation they were now apparently in. The other rolled his eyes, exasperated.
"For whatever record, my name's Farceur. Congratulations, now you know me. Look, I said I was sorry, alright? Can we drop it?"
In response, Mika marched up to Farceur and jabbed him in the chest with their finger, causing him to step back. His eyes widened a fraction of an inch, growing anger visible.
"We're not dropping it! I deserve an explanation, and we're not helping you 'til I get it!"
"I don't owe you a damn thing!"
While the two bickered, the blot coating the room began to suddenly ooze faster, flowing towards the middle. However, both Farceur and Mika seemed completely absorbed in their argument. Grim was, too, until he noticed the sudden growing darkness in the room.
"Um... guys?"
"God, if I'd known you were going to be this annoying, I would have left you to die in here!"
"You shouldn't have done this in the first place! What kind of insensitive prick just forces an OVERBLOT of all things onto someone and expects them to brush it off?"
"Guys? Helloooo?"
"You're the one stalling! I would have explained myself after everything if you just LISTENED instead of arguing with me!"
"Yeah, right! Like it would take you so long to do that now? You were probably just gonna pretend the whole thing never happened!"
"Shut up already! You don't know what I'd do, and it doesn't matter! Why can't you just worry about yourself?!"
"Both of you, be quiet! Something's- myagh?!"
The room seemed to suddenly shift with a roar, causing Mika to stumble and drop Grim to the floor. He landed with a splat and immediately shook off his fur, coughing up blot. He looked upward, where he saw that the roof was beginning to cave in on itself- most notably, though, was the advancing blot beginning to overtake the oversized beating heart.
Mika was instantly snapped out of the argument, looking around the collapsing room with a new fear. Farceur, on the other hand, was much too invested at this point to let it come to a stop. His hair was disheveled, face red and contorted into an expression of rage without any hint of masking it away.
"OH, fucking GREAT! Now look what you did, we're gonna die here because you can't just focus on what actually matters!"
They shot him a look, but he just kept going, moving closer to them much in the same way they did at the beginning of the argument.
"I hate you, you know that? I've hated you since I knew you existed. But oh, no, it's not 'right' for me to hate you because we've never actually met! Isn't that so stupid?"
They opened their mouth to reply, but suddenly Farceur reached up beside his head and slapped them across the face.
"You know what's stupid?! How you got to be happy, that's what! You got everything! It's not fucking fair! I hate it, I hate you, I hate you!"
It was like a child's tantrum. He was screaming now, stamping his foot on the ground with tears and snot running down his face, and as he ended off his sentence he stared into Mika's face as if to demand something of them.
Mika scoffed, which ended with a soft hiccup.
"You're such an asshole. I never did anything to you."
They turned around, scooped Grim off the ground, and left the room without saying another word, slamming the door as they went.
#the girls are fightingggg#the ramshacklabyrinth#twst#twisted wonderland#twst oc#twst grim#farceur#gawzdrawz#writing#twst: mika mckey
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Im probably really late to this, but I just saw the post of that fucking strawberry ass anon (pardon my language) saying you're writing is trash or whatever the hell they said. I fully believe now that whoever the fuck strawberry anon is (pardon my language) is 110% Riddhi or whatever their name is, I dont interact with nsfw blog so I have no clue how they write, but I'll be damn if I ever think that their writing is better than yours. I don't even know why, but I'm so fucking aggravated by this. Maybe it's because it's 2am here and I'm hangry but fucking hell, this bitch didn't just say they write better than you and then proceeds to poke fun at your nightmares??????? ARE YOU SANE YOU CRAZY ASS? WHO THE FUCK EVEN DOES THAT?? 11-12yrs old? Idfk but even their real age doesn't fit them. They're acting like an 8 year old throwing a fucking temper tantrum because they didn't get what they wanted. Actually 8 yrs old is even too fucking old for them, they're acting like a 3 yr old. And how insensitive can you be to start invalidating someone? You already caused so much fucking trouble and you still continue to do so for what? What joy do you get out of this? You're only damaging yourself in the process of this all. You aren't even gonna get anyone back or on your side if you act like a fucking toddler throwing a tantrum because what? You cant post smut anymore? You cant interact with nsfw blogs because they now know of your real age? You should honestly be thanking these people for CARING ENOUGH about you and your well being to tell you to stop doing this because it's fucking wrong. Grow up. Not everything in life will go your way.
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....baby go eat something I think you're hangry
The last part is real though. Like we actually do want to protect you, not try to bring you down or anything and honestly if I hadn't ever said it before, I'm saying it now, but making fun of my nightmares was really infuriating. I don't give a single fuck who is behind that strawberry anon but making fun of something I've tried to get over for so many years is just trash behaviour if you make fun of something which is genuinely terrifying something that you have never experienced before idc what age the strawberry anon is I will be calling them multiple names
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