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etherealstar-writes · 4 months

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I WANNA BE YOURS | LIONESSES X READER | PT 7

pairings: lionesses x reader

summary: in which you're accidentally added to a random group chat, not knowing they're all actually famous footballers, and obliviously end up having many of them competing for your love and attention.

part: seven

part one here

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THE NATIONAL DIVING TEAM

the REAL karate kid

good afternoon losers

and y/n <3

the imposter

hey

willybum

good afternoon you dumbass

and hello to you too y/n

the REAL karate kid

rude

how are you y/n?

the imposter

eh i'm doing fine i guess

stairway

is everything alright

the imposter

i got fired from work today 😔

lotte

what happened?

if you don't mind me asking

the imposter

so i told ya what i do for work yeah?

well i've worked for this company for the past

whole year as their main solo media manager

and then my boss found out that his good old

friend's son was looking for a job and he's also

a photographer and social media manager so he

decided to fire me and hire him instead to

keep his relationship strong with his old friend

the REAL karate kid

that really sucks

your boss sounds like a terrible person

the imposter

yeah he was a really difficult person

i am kinda glad tho ngl

i don't have to see his annoying face ever again

but back to job hunting again 😔

neev

if it makes you feel better

leah got head-shotted in the head

by lessi during training

the imposter

i really hope someone got proof of it

stairway

i gotcha

maya

HELP

lotte

got K.O-ed lol

willybum

this isn't funny

i got a full on concussion

i'll get you back russo

the REAL karate kid

not my fault you're a terrible defender 🤷‍♀️

willybum

EXCUSE ME?!

the imposter

dam

them calves 😮‍💨

has anyone ever asked you

to step on them?

neev

um y/n is there something you'd

like to share with the group ...

willybum

weirdly enough yeah

i have been asked that

elton

it was actually just y/n asking

on a secret account

the imposter

don't expose me like that 😩

meado

every time i open this group chat

i get deeply concerned for you all again

i don't even know who y/n is and i feel like

i should be concerned about her as well

the imposter

woah

meado

i thought we were getting along well 😔

stairway

well if meado is concerned then

i guess she's offering to pay for

our therapy so let's go gang

the imposter

also

why do guys always train and

play football together?

elton

oh you know

we just like to play football together at times

stairway

yeah

it's fun

the imposter

okay ....

who am i to judge

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THE LION KING SQUAD

russo

so guys

i have done something

toone

oh no

that is never a good sign

le tissier

okay i'm intrigued

this is gonna be bad

wubben-moy

the fact that she's using the group chat

without y/n is not a good sign

stanway

is she about to introduce her new wife

to us or something? did you like run away

and get married in vegas or something?

charles

we literally saw her yesterday georgia

so if she had then that would be

insanely impressive

toone

is that why you weren't at training today?

greenwood

ella looked very lost today

it was worrying

russo

yeah

i ran away with y/n and we got married

toone

HUH

stanway

WHAT

charles

EXCUSE ME

russo

OF COURSE NOT YOU IDIOTS

not yet anyway 😏

but back to the point

leah was also in on this

bright

oh like that's any better

williamson

excuse me??

wubben-moy

here we go

russo

okay

you know how y/n's looking for a job yeah?

well leah and i thought we'd put in a

good word for her in our media admin so

that you know .... maybe she can get

offered a job here and you know we can

actually meet her and get to know her irl ....

stanway

that is actually ....

the most decent idea i've heard from ya

charles

yeah fr

hemp

oh my god y'all are such simps

stanway

shut up

toone

i do wonder when y/n will find out about

who we are or if she ever will

charles

nah she's got to find out soon with

the euros starting next week?

williamson

i reckon we tell her after the euros

wubben-moy

well that shall be eventful

part eight here

#lionesses x reader #woso x reader #engwnt x reader #lionesses #engwnt #leah williamson x reader #alessia russo x reader #ella toone x reader #georgia stanway x reader #niamh charles x reader #lotte wubben moy x reader #beth mead x reader #maya le tissier x reader #woso imagine #woso #woso fanfics #womens football

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argreion · 2 months

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A wholsome request drabble of zombie! re2 leon x human! Reader👀 something similar to the movie warm bodies kashakjssj

OKOK, finished the movie. Decently fresh in my mind, and ngl—loved itttt! It was so cute! If you need something a little honest/goofy to watch, GO WATCH IT!

And since we all know with how we've seen Leon... Dumbass can't drive! So, why not teach the zombie version of him how to drive? 🥰PLUS A LITTLE DANCE? I can'ttttt.

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Zombie RE2! Leon with Human! Reader!

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Nearly 12 hours went by, huddled up in an airplane seat with a flimsy blanket. Protecting you from the invading stare of the zombie that killed your boyfriend. A few days, he said, till you could return home. With those twelve hours, you learned a lot. One of the things you learned is: Don't let L drive.

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Sure, you only asked what you could do to pass the days. Sure, you didn't expect to be racing around the plane’s runway. Again, sure, you didn't expect to be told ‘It’s not safe.’ multiple times. This, though? Fun! Who knew being pulled alongside a zombie who ate your boyfriend and stole his memories hid this?

Hands-on the steering wheel and screaming at the top of your lungs. Should've shut up, honestly, you'd attract more of L—His friends, family, whatever they were.

He seemed content staring at you for a few seconds, then at the window. Leaning to the side as he glanced towards you. Mouth agape slightly as you met his gaze. A forced, nervous smile on your face as you asked,

“Would you like to try, L? You’re kinda staring, y’know?”

He seemed to take note, glancing away. Did zombies get embarrassed? Could've sworn he blushed a little. It surprised you he could say a few words, anyway. Gently, you elbowed him. A grunt came from his lips as you proceeded to speak once more.

“You know you want to… C’mon.”

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With each squeak of wheels suddenly stopping to jerk you forward, you couldn’t help but crack a smile. Driving didn’t seem like L’s strong suit. Never thought you’d teach a zombie how to drive.

“You choose a foot.” You stated, now leaning towards him. Feels cliché to a degree, like the movies with the endings. Kissing in the sunset like right now if you could. Zombie kissing wasn’t on your to-do list. Mmmmm, maybe, but just the cheek.

Leon paused, his hands tightening on the steering wheel. Pondering your statement as he shifted a little. Before the car began flying forward with you yelping. Your yelping turns into a laugh of joy when the car picks up speed.

He seems proud of himself—you’re proud of him, too. Cute little guy, he was, with that baby face. Aside from the veins running up his face and discolored skin, you could see yourself giving a small kiss. Proud like a parent whose kid just rode a bike without training wheels.

The zombie looked over at you, half of his face twitching into a smile. His hand slipped off the steering well as he continued to stare at you. Leaning in close, he seemed to say with his eyes, ‘Are you impressed, yet?’

Sure, buddy, sure.

Sure as hell was impressed when he proceeded to crash the car.

The one time you don’t drive is the one time you proceed to crash. The poor car now has a dent in the hood. Impressing a lady was nice, L, real nice.

“This was a nice car!”

You groaned, rubbing your face. Head smacked against the headrest as you laughed. This was stupid, you were stupid, everything was stupid! L seemed just fine sitting there, staring at you. Get him brown contacts, please…

“At least you didn’t crash, well, not literally. Nice job for a first-time driving, superstar.”

You smirked, leaning over to give his cheek a small kiss. The zombie’s eyes widened, seemingly staring into space. His inner monologue was screaming.

“Let’s not do this again, yeah?”

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Getting back to the airplane was easier said than done. Swinging your arms, welcoming back the HHH, as you called it; Hoarder’s Hobbit Hole. Bobbles and Trinkets… Why was the Lucky Charms theme playing in your head? Pfft, wish you could've eaten some before this shitshow.

Filing through L’s small collection of vinyl. Surprised this still existed in a world like this. Legs loosely crisscrossed as you stifled through.

“So, you don’t know how to use an iPod, huh?”

You glanced over your shoulder at him, waving one of the vinyl in your hand.

“Why? Too complicated?”

Leon grumbled, fixing his hoodie so he’d look slightly more presentable. He already liked you that way. Meeting eyes while you shotgunned his group down. Surely love at first sight, yeah? He shook off his small daze, before gesticulating with his hands. A small circle with his finger as he responded verbally.

“S-sound…” He paused, stuttering more, “More a-alive.”

That sounds like an excuse to you.

“True, but much more trouble.” You chuckled, before finally settling on one of the vinyls.

Bruce Springsteen — Hungry Heart

Now standing up and gently pressing the record into the player. Gently pressing the needle onto the grooves as the music came to life. Letting one finally relax as you stood up, already in somewhat of a zone as you did a small twirl. Pulling the poor zombie into a small jig.

Gently holding his hands as you stood in place. Shoulders moving with a dopey smile on your face. Moving your head as you gently tugged him.

Leon could get used to this, he wished you didn't have to leave. Seeing you laugh, yell, the kiss on his cheek, your smell, anything. Almost like he felt alive again with you. Most of that thought went by as you attempted to dance with him. A little stumble, stiff movement, and the choked-out words of the zombie.

He felt slightly alive again. Leon felt alive with you.

#leon kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x you #𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 #𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔

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blueper-saiyan · 2 months

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I was thinking about the Namek Saga (as I often do ngl), and I find it really interesting that, despite all attempts to claim otherwise, Vegeta seems to care about Gohan and Krillin at least a little bit by the end of the arc. He's upset when he thinks Krillin got killed by Freeza.

He saves Gohan without any actual benefit to himself.

Although he does immediately claim it was to show off. Which I could take at face value I guess, but seriously? That's a pretty weak excuse. Especially because Freeza seemed to pick up on Vegeta having some concern for Gohan earlier.

I do not believe you, Vegeta. Also, wow that was fucked up of Freeza, nice touch on the evil.

So I'd say that Vegeta does have at least some level of concern for Gohan and Krillin, which has formed impressively quickly given that they've been teamed up less than one day. I guess they did both assist in kicking Vegeta's ass a few weeks ago, which probably went a decent way toward winning his respect. It's not a level of concern deep enough for him to actually risk himself on their behalf, but he seems distressed by them being hurt. It would sort of make sense if this tenuous bond formed earlier when they fought the Ginyus together, but Vegeta actually saved them first.

Again, I could take this at face value but c'mon. Saiyan prince, but tsundere king.

They do rescue him back, so maybe that's what earned them a tiny bit of loyalty.

However, Vegeta certainly didn't seem like he was expecting it and is even annoyed that they did it. Which is a bit hypocritical of him given that he just saved them. However, this could be the reason why he rescues Gohan from Freeza later on. He could be repaying the favor. He doesn't gain any tactical advantage from that, same as Gohan didn't really gain anything saving him here. But it honestly doesn't even seem like he's thinking of this moment later on. It seems like he just saved Gohan sort of by reflex and then had to justify it to himself (and everyone else present).

Why Vegeta gets invested in Gohan and Krillin is already pretty interesting to me. (I've seen the opinion that Vegeta sees himself in Gohan without realizing it, which is possible. The parallels between them has been the subject of a few tumblr analysis posts. I've also seen the idea that Vegeta sees Gohan as a subject to protect because he's a Saiyan child. However, neither really explains Krillin.) I'd be interested in other people's opinions on it. I can see it being some level of mutual respect or even just the pure pragmatism of being able to use them later.

But I also end up with a secondary question. If Vegeta can save others, or care about them in this span of time, why does he treat the people who he's been partnered with for at least 25 years like this?

Seriously why is he so callous about them both? It's fascinated me for ages, especially because I can directly contrast it with his behavior in the following arc. Obviously the Doylist answer is that Vegeta went from basically pure evil one-off villain who was supposed to die to an antivillain with a smidgen of sympathetic traits between the first and second arc. But I want a Watsonian one. Especially because both Raditz and Nappa seem to think Vegeta would help them.

Why would they think he'd help them? And why didn't he do it? Especially because he does help his new teammates in the next arc. Did the three of them have an epic argument at some point recently and Vegeta isn't over it? Had Vegeta been gradually internalizing more of Freeza's values and decided to rebel against the values a little too when he switched to open rebellion? Had he been slowly losing respect for Raditz and Nappa and this was the final straw, but Krillin and Gohan had earned more respect? Or did he grant both of his teams the same level of concern but Gohan and Krillin do a better job at being competent on their own?

#vegeta #long post #I have pics I didn't use which means they're going in their own post lol #not sure if I should tag the other relevant characters because I'm not really analyzing them meaningfully

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coffe-and-tea-time · 27 days

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Well, since our Pin seems to be catching eyes, let me show you a drawing that Tea made! (the yandere part is below the cut) Honestly, He's so lovely, a cute little psycho. I'm weak to heart eyes ngl but he is still easy on the eye as his normal self ❣

ngl the tattoo was bc midnight discord silliness

"Mm? there's something on my face, Cherry?"

TW: yandere, blood / below the cut

"Oh, there's something on my face, Cherry? Don't sweat it, it was done for you to be able to relax better after all, no need to worry that pretty head of yours with meaningless stuff, Dear"

I'm not that confident in my drawing skills but honestly I find I did a pretty decent job on this one.

I'm sure you've all noticed by now but Coffee is the more lively of the two of us, I'm not very familiar with Tumblr so please bear with me;;

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ghostlythunderbird · 1 year

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Can we get some more Omega-Verse HC with König and his mate?

maybe how they first met? Idk, I just really crave some more omega verse stuff with him.

love your work! <3

Omegaverse ~ König and how he met his mate

OMG wow my first ever ask! Ngl this has inspired me to write one for each of the boys, but Anon this one is for you! Hope you and everyone enjoy and once again a special thanks to @l-lend and @kelpiesummer for throwing ideas at me XD.

Now both your and Konig’s first meeting is the farthest thing from perfect, and remember when I said you literally barged into his life? I was being serious.

Now I’m just gonna say that you're secretly an Omega, but in order to get higher paying and government related jobs (cause that’s where the money is at) you cannot be anything less than a Beta. To safeguard your identity you have both high end scent patches and pill suppressants.

And after making sure no one could tell what your true second gender was, you applied to become a part of a Rut Retrieval Team. Your assigned member? The Austrian Apex known as König. But what you didn’t know about this supposedly dangerous second gender, was that even the least sensitive apex could still pick up on what you were even with patches and suppressants.

Now your team are the only people who can handle him after he’s coming down after a rut, primarily because many think he would be extremely dangerous. So after being dispatched somewhere in Spain, your team finally finds him while he’s still both coming off his rut and the excessive amounts of adrenaline. He was showing signs that he didn’t really want the team there but made no moves to act.

But when someone reached for him, he grabbed the much smaller beta male and practically threw him before attempting to pummel the poor guy. And in order to protect your teammate, you barrel into the apex and attempt to wrap your arms around his neck to make him stop. One main way to calm down an apex would be with a heavily scented pad that had an omegas heat scent doused into it. But before you could apply it, he grabbed your wrist and pressed his nose to your covered scent gland instead before quickly letting go.

The scent that washed over him was much stronger than could have ever been on the cloth, but once he realized there was a scent patch there he dropped your wrist like it practically burned him. You both didn’t move after that but your gazes were locked almost like a trance.

Thankfully your team didn’t catch this interaction between the two of you, as they were more focused on the beta on the ground. But once they see how he’s decently calm, they begin moving him to evac to get him back to the KorTac base. Your team didn’t desire to be anywhere near him after his earlier display so you end up being voluntold to secure him while your team is on security outside the helicopter.

König hadn’t said anything during the duration of his retrieval, he was completely silent but all he did was just keep a watchful gaze as you strapped him in. His gaze wasn’t broken until you had brought that dreaded muzzle into his view, he zeroed in on it and without a single thought he had asked “Your an Omega aren’t you?”. To König it was more of a shot in the dark, and wasn't fully expecting you to answer him.

It wasn’t until he had looked up and froze, your eyes were wide from under your mask; the fear was evident. Your grip on the muzzle tightened and the instinctive urge to get away from him was starting to take over. But before you could fully take a step back he had moved, yanking the muzzle from your grasp and had tightened it before you could blink. He had practically shrunk in on himself and made no move to look at you, even though it had no change on his height or mass for someone of his massive size. The poor guy didn’t want to scare you, and make him seem like the monster so many make him out to be.

It was odd to say the least. You had been told that Apexes were demanding and took whatever they wanted whenever. But this odd apex has only become more interesting to you in just a short amount of time. It wasn’t until he had looked in your direction and muttered a “Don’t worry your secret's safe with me, Ich verspreche es dir~.” That you had decided to try and get to know this enigma of a man much better. And you definitely never looked back after that chance encounter.

Translation : “Ich verspreche es dir” - I promise you (sorry if this is wrong, I’m using google translate because I’m an uneducated American XD)

Taglist: @l-lend, @kelpiesummer, @fatedeniedhope, @grizzersmamma

#konig mw2 #cod mw2 #cod modern warfare #konig cod #konig x reader #omegaverse #Apex König #this man needs love

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lomltrentarnold · 11 months

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Trent helping the reader drive because she’s an anxious driver? Or she’s just passed her test? X

driving teacher — trent alexander-arnold ₊˚ෆ

💌 hana’s notes : no cause he would be so so soft spoken cause he doesn’t want to stress you out !!! and he’s a decent teacher ngl not the best but he tries :( | main masterlist

“There ya go baby! You’re doing so good!”

You successfully shifted your gear before turning to Trent and grin, pride fuelling your chest at his praise.

He smiled back at you, before pointing to the front. “Eyes on the rode, sweetheart.”

You nodded, a little flustered at the pet name. “What do I know? Where are we going again? Do I make a turn? I don’t—“

“Baby, calm down.” Trent cut off your rant, softly resting his hand on your thigh. “We’re going to to Dotty’s Cafe so you’re going to make a left, in like— uh, maybe 3 minutes.

You chuckled, “Maybe?”

“I don’t really know how to explain it, sweetheart.” he caress his thumb over the fabric on your thigh, calming you down instantly.

“This one?”

“Yeah, turn here.”

You turned on your signal before making a turn. The cafe already in your view. “I see it!”

“Good job baby!”

Thankfully there was a parking available, that does not include parallel parking.

You put the car in park, letting out a deep breath as you tried to calm your racing heart. Trent waited for you to calm down, he knew how anxious you get when driving so he continued his caresses on your thigh. Making sure you know that he’s still there for whatever you need him for.

Once you have effectively calm down, a big grin came across your face as you look at your pretty boyfriend, “I did it!”

He sent you a toothily smile, heart fluttering when he meets your twinkling eyes, your pretty smile that tugs on his heartstrings. He’s very proud of you and the look on his face shows that clearer than ever.

His hand went to your jaw, palm warm against your skin. “Proud of you.” he whispered, pecking softly at your nose.

You bit the inside of your cheek, miserably failing at hiding the massive smile that was trying to break out. “Thank you.” you shyly answered.

Trent cheekily smirked, secretly loving the effect he had on you. “Let’s go get some food.”

reblog for a kiss <3

#hes would be so so sweet :(((#★ taa love letters #taa #taa66 #trent alexander arnold x reader #trent alexander arnold #trent alexander x you #trent arnold #trent alexander imagines #trent alexander arnold fluff #trent alexander arnold blurbs #trent alexander arnold fic #football x y/n #football x reader #football x you #football imagine #hana writes!

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luci-in-trenchcoats · 7 months

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Imagine...Joel Inviting You To Come To Wyoming

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

A/N: The Last of Us fanfic anyone?? First time venturing into this fandom (and doing a non-Jensen Ackles character) and ngl, kinda terrified. *posts fic to go run and hide*

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“Joel. Joel.” You pushed on his shoulder, met with a grunt in response. “Get up.”

“What,” he grumbled. You sat up, shoving him harder this time. “Y/N I swear-“

“Look.” He grumbled beside you again and sat up with a frown. Out of the corner of your eye you saw his lip twitch up momentarily.

“Is that a smile Joel Miller?” you teased, bumping his ribs.

“Watch it, Y/L/N.” He leaned forward, staring out the window. It’d been a long time since you’d seen a rainbow, even longer since you’d appreciated one. “Think it’s done raining?”

“Sky looks clear to the west,” you said, shifting on the ground, moving off of your sleeping bag. He grunted as he stretched, grabbing his bag and taking a drink from a water bottle inside. You got your bag packed away and shoved at the bottom of your backpack.

He’d slept on some couch cushions, mumbling half of the four hours he got.

“You coming?” he grunted. You slipped on your jacket and bag, raising your eyebrows. “We should move.”

“Wait. You were serious about letting me go back to Wyoming with you?”

He stared at you as he got to his feet, backpack over his large shoulders in a matter of seconds. “Wouldn’t have told you about it in the first place if I wasn’t.”

“I thought you didn’t like me.” Joel stared out the window, sighing to himself. “You’re kinda-“

“I know.” He nodded his head for you to join him. You stood over by his side, glancing up at him. “You risked your neck for a stranger and saved my ass. Only thing you asked for in return was a morsel of food, if I had it.”

“And?”

“And been awhile since I met another decent person on their own,” he said, keeping his gaze outside.

“You don’t seem the type to trust easily.”

“If this is a long con, you’re doing a hell of a job considering it’s been days,” he said. Finally you felt his eyes on you, your head turning up to meet them. They lacked the cautiousness from your first encounter, replaced with a look of understanding. “So. You coming back with me?”

“Depends. You in some sort of weird ass cult? I’ve run into a few cons myself.” He reached into his back pocket, pulling out a slip of paper. “What’s this?”

He just stared so you took it, unfolding it carefully.

Hey there! Joel’s a bit of an asshole and emotionally repressed and shit but if you’re reading this, then he trusts you more than he doesn’t. I don’t know, he thought I’d be better at putting this down into words or shit. Anyway, you should trust him back cause he’s someone I didn’t used to trust either but then I did and it was kinda a good thing. Just give the dude a chance.

Ellie

“This doesn’t really say anything,” you said, handing it back.

“Kid means well,” he said, shoving it back in his jeans.

“I’m supposed to trust you cause you have a kid?” you asked.

“No. Trust me cause your gut says so and if I wanted to do something to you, I would have done it last night.” He crossed his arms, staring at the fading rainbow in the distance. “She’s ain’t my kid. She’s just a kid.”

“Right. Just some random cursing child that knows you’re ‘emotionally repressed’ you don’t totally give a shit about.”

He stiffened his shoulders, glancing down at you. “You going to come with me or what?”

“I think your not kid kid was right on the you being an ass thing.” You pursed your lips. “I’ll go if you tell me a real fact about yourself.”

He was quiet, staring at you for a long moment, eyes shifting to watch the last traces of the rainbow disappear.

“I lost my daughter the day the world went to shit.” You breathed deeply. That explained this Ellie kid a bit. “And you?”

“Wasn’t the deal.”

“Never agreed to a deal.” He turned back to you as clouds rolled in, your gaze forcefully finding his.

“I killed my parents when I found them ripping my brother to shreds. I was twelve.”

“How’d you take down two adults?” he asked, eyebrows raised in a way that you didn’t like.

“I knew where they kept the shotgun,” was all you said, hand going to your forearm, squeezing it. “Shitty day.”

“Yes it was.” You turned around, heading for the exit. “We ought to head out before the rain catches us.”

“Y/N.” You stopped, glancing over your shoulder. He tossed you a small bag, a glance inside revealing jerky and a bit of old cheese. “In case we get separated on the way.”

“This is all your food,” you said as he walked past.

“No it ain’t,” he lied, adjusting his rifle. You smiled, tucking it away in your bag. “You’re gonna have to earn your keep in Wyoming.”

“Uh huh,” you said, Joel frowning at you. “You’re a big softie under all that grr.”

He rolled his eyes and started to head downstairs. “Move it. I want to be on the road in five.”

“Okay, Softie.” He growled as you laughed quietly. “Shouldn’t have given me that note if you didn’t want me to know how sweet you are.”

“I’m regretting this already,” he sighed. “You’re nearly as bad as the kid.” “You’ll warm up to the nickname by the time we get there. Softie.”

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#joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #joel miller #tlou fanfiction #joel miller fanfiction #the last of us #tlou #tlou fic #pedro pascal #joel miller imagine

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mamamittens · 1 year

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Oh, Sweet Child of Mine (pt. 7)

Platonic Yandere Whitebeard & Reader-Insert

Main|First|Previous

Featuring: Thatch nearly not being yandere before sliding right into it. And Reader showing that they've got both layers and a fair bit of madness. I kept the implied backstory vague as shit, so feel free to project or assume things, I'm kind of curious what you guys will come up with, ngl.

Warnings: platonic yandere behavior and manipulation. If yandere content or anything of that vein makes you uncomfortable, please do block "oh sweet child of mine" as well as any relevant tags for "one piece yandere". Do not tolerate coercion or this manipulative behavior in real like.

Have fun and stay safe!

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There was something to be said about how vast the ocean was. Sometimes, you’d just… look out at the waves and get lost in the ebb and flow of the tides. It was difficult and chaotic at times, sure, but never not beautiful. On the Grand Line, the weather was notably more erratic than anywhere else. You considered yourself lucky that there had only been a small storm while you’d been on board the Moby Dick so far. And due to the vast size of the vessel, even large storms were unlikely to dump you onto the floor.

It had been almost two months since you’d been taken by Marco. By now, the crew was relatively certain you wouldn’t try and make a run for it on your own so you were mostly allowed to run around at your leisure. Meal times were still strictly enforced, as was bed time funnily enough, but outside of that they seemed to want you to integrate at your own pace. You supposed that even your great reluctance was preferred to swinging an ax at Whitebeard’s head—what the actual fuck Ace?!

You sat on the railing, looking out at the ocean.

You felt… not quite homesick but something close. You missed doing drills with the other ensigns. Running gopher for your commanding officer. You even missed Williams, for all that he was an ass. He was somehow the most tolerable one of the many partners you’d had. You spun the fabric around your wrist, thinking about how hard you worked to better your skills as a marine.

It wasn’t all about fighting after all. Procedure and bureaucratic red tape was a massive part of the job. Unless you had a very high rank, you couldn’t just go wherever you wanted and do whatever. You had to transfer home bases, file paperwork, ensure arrangements for payment were made, and a whole host of other things. And though everyone expected to move around a fair bit, there was a sense of comradery in the marines. You all had to suffer the same dorky uniform and insufferable training.

Everyone was working towards the same thing. More or less. And there was an expectation that you would be doing your best to help others.

But here you were. On a pirate ship seemingly fighting as a one-man-army to not be officially recruited as one of them. To stay a marine. Even if you didn’t feel like one very much these days…

“You look like you’re having a lot of deep thoughts there.” You jerked, head swiveling around to find Twin-Blade clambering up the railing to sit next to you. He left a decent amount of space, thankfully. He settled down and looked at you, grimacing a little with a soft laugh. “Look… I know we got off on the wrong foot—hey! Hear me out now! I just… I just wanted to officially apologize for the tea. Most of the time, new recruits are so wound up they don’t sleep the first night and it’s a rough start for everyone. Considering what I’d heard, I thought you’d need a good nights sleep more than most. I should have asked you though. So… I’m sorry.”

You stared at Twin-Blade for a long moment.

“…Bit more than just a night of sleep.” You commented dryly, causing Twin-Blade to wince.

“Y-Yeah… the tea really shouldn’t have worked that much though. You probably did need the extra hours but that doesn’t make it right.” Twin-Blade apologized again. You gave a soft smile before looking back out at the sea.

“Thanks, Twin-Blade.” You sighed, resolving to not tease him so much from now on.

“Is it me?” You paused, looking back at him as he spoke, his eyes serious. “Have you not joined because of me?”

“No. It’s not because of you. Or at least not all because of you.” You explained stretching until your back popped satisfyingly. “I’m still a marine you know. You can’t be a marine and a pirate. Kinda conflicting job titles there.” You gave him a side glance.

“Why do you still want to be a marine? We’re not exactly like other pirate crews out there. We’re a bit rough around the edges, sure, but we don’t do the whole ‘pillaging’ thing. And we have a lot of power and status. What are you losing by joining?” He asked like he couldn’t imagine a world where his crew wasn’t the best option.

Part of this you excused as all of them being just a little bit batshit crazy. And weird. That too.

“I didn’t ask to be here. I didn’t ask to be rescued or recruited. What other reason do I need?” You pushed back and he pouted.

“But we’d love to have you here with us. We have such a big family that anything you wanted to learn or do would be feasible. You’d never be alone. C’mon, isn’t there anything tempting with us?” He pleaded, unable to wrap his head around your persistent but quiet refusal.

You supposed that for most people, the reasons to not join would be few. Most pirates don’t have a lot of options. Unless you’re clever or strong or lucky it’s a tough way to make a living. Ruthless and cruel at times without even the thin veneer of bureaucracy to hide behind.

A fat raindrop fell onto your nose, breaking you from your thoughts.

You sighed wistfully.

“…I think you forget what it’s like to be small. If you ever knew to begin with.” You watched the sky darken to a soft gray as rain began to fall, your eyes fixed on the dwindling blue horizon. “Nothing to hold onto but a choice—shit as it is—to do something. To one day not be so small after all. All I’ve got are my choices, Twin-Blade. There’s nothing left to go back to. And I know I’m not the only one. Maybe as a marine I could keep someone else from having to make a shit choice too. That’s not something anyone on this ship can give me, though. Might not even be something I can give myself. But what else can I do but try?” You lifted up your legs and turned around, hopping off the railing.

Leaving Twin-Blade behind.

--*--

Thatch thought about your words for several minutes as the rain poured, showing no signs of stopping or getting worse.

He… actually did know what it was like to be small. He didn’t like to think about it often—if at all. But he remembered. It made him desperate. Cling to every bright spot in his life like it would leave him if he looked away. The idea that you felt small even now made his chest ache.

He wanted you here because Marco wanted you here and because Oyaji accepted your presence. That was all he needed really. Hell, Oyaji’s word was all he needed for Ace, and Ace was a feral little bastard man trying to commit murder daily.

Joining Oyaji’s side made him grow in a lot of ways from that small boy he used to be.

Thatch grinned, resolutely setting his shoulders as he hopped off the railing and headed back inside.

You didn’t feel like you had any real choices in your life. Any connections or anchors aside from your ‘shit choice’. So Thatch would just have to show you how free life is on board the Moby Dick.

Thatch slammed open Marco’s office door.

“We need to throw a party!” Marco gave him a dry look as he picked his pen back up to finish paperwork. “We need to show them how to live a little!”

Marco perked up the moment you were mentioned, naturally.

“Did someone say ‘party’?” Ace ducked his head under Thatch’s arm with a wide grin.

“Yes!”

“No, yoi.” Marco grumbled, cutting out the fun Thatch and Ace were starting to have. “You’ve got a mission the day after tomorrow and you can’t go with a hangover.”

Thatch frowned.

“I have a mission?” This was the first he’d heard of it.

“A small supply run for medical. Oyaji’s meds are almost out. The island we stopped at didn’t have any. I’d go but someone needs to bully him into taking what’s left.” Thatch grimaced but didn’t protest any further. “We can throw a party when you get back.”

Thatch grinned, brightening up instantly.

“Yes!”

--*--

You made goofy kissy noises at Stefan as you played with his ears. The dog amicably withstanding your teasing as he laid over your lap on the main deck. Whitebeard watched on with an amused stare as you ignored his existence. The Yonko pirate would, occasionally, try and talk to you or draw you into a conversation, but you’d been dodging him fairly well so far.

“…My child—”

“Sea king starboard!” Your head whipped up as you gently shoved Stefan off your lap. Instantly, looking towards the area that had been called out.

Whitebeard glared at the sea, his weapon at the ready.

“Go below deck—” Your eyes widened as the sea king raised it’s head over the railing. It resembled an eel in form with large black eyes. Baby blue scales with vivid pink frills running down it’s spine.

“Baby! Look at you~!” You cried out, darting to the railing to hold out your hand. “What are you doing all the way out here~?” You cooed, rubbing your hand on the shocked creature’s chin. The scales were hard as a rock but undeniably warm and softer than an adult’s scales.

You heard several very startled calls of your name but ignored them.

The sea king opened it’s mouth just barely, a low buzzing sound emitting from it as it lowered it’s head to look at you. You were smiling so wide it almost hurt, admiring it’s beautiful scales.

“D-Do you know them?!”

You laughed loudly.

“Ahah~! Not at all, but who wouldn’t want to know a precious baby like you~?” you rubbed your nail under the ridge of it’s jaw, the buzzing sound intensifying as you laughed, absolutely delighted. “You’re so pretty, baby! Look at this cute baby blue! And the pink ruffles! Ah! You look fancy~!” you praised it gleefully.

The buzzing warbled in shared delight.

“Aren’t you just the sweetest thing~? But where is your pod, baby? It’s not safe to swim alone like this!” You cried out, standing on the railing to cradle the massive sea king’s chin. The sound it made vibrated your bones, a deep rumbling call.

“Not safe for who?!”

“Holy shit is that more?!”

You leaned your head back to see several more sea kings just barely poking their head out of the water. You waved excitedly with one arm.

“Hiiii~! Are you cuties going to come up too?”

“Please don’t!”

“Oyaji, stop them!”

You pouted, glaring over your shoulder.

“You’re being rude!” The pirate gaped at you.

“I-I’m being rude?! Those are sea kings!”

“Duh? And I want to pet them and give them love, damnit! Stop! Being! Rude!” You enunciated firmly, ignoring Whitebeard as he laughed. You turned to the shy sea kings, “Ignore them! I’d love to see you~!”

The sea king in your arms buzzed again, withdrawing to sink into the water until it was eye level with you. Pretty black eyes blinking slowly as the pink frills fluttered, lights like an aurora going down it’s spine. You gasped in delight as it opened it’s maw wide. Rows and rows of needle like teeth on full display. It was big enough to probably eat Whitebeard whole, but the only thing you could think of was how impressive the baby sea king was.

“Mmmaaooo~! Mmmmmaaaaooo~!” You stared in awe as it closed it’s mouth and brushed it’s nose against your front, buzzing long and low one last time for good measure before sinking beneath the waves for good.

“Mao? What a cute name, ahah~!” You laughed, spinning on your heel with a skip in your step. “Mao’s so cute~! I can’t wait to see him again!”

Whitebeard fell back into his seat with a laugh.

“Gurarararara! I’m glad you had fun, my child! We don’t run into sea king’s often, but I’m sure you’ll see plenty more soon enough.”

“Ack! O-Oyaji! No!”

You huffed.

“Don’t get it twisted, Whitebeard! I’m still not joining just because that’s the closest I’ve ever gotten to a sea king!”

Whitebeard just laughed again as his children despaired the prospect of encountering more sea kings willingly.

You didn’t get the drama. Sea kings were just darling, in your eyes. More darling than any of the pirates on this ship at least!

#one piece yandere #yandere whitebeard crew #whitebeard crew #yandere thatch #reader insert #oh sweet child of mine #platonic yandere #reader sees all animals as babies #and somehow they all like that #thankfully for reader or they'd be eaten by now #zero impulse control around animals

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duckymcdoorknob · 7 months

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𝓣𝓲𝓬𝓴𝓵𝓮𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓭𝓪𝔂 11: 𝓢𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓪𝓵

JESUS CHRIST IM SO FICKING BEHIND

I WANNA HAVE THEM ALL DONE BY HALLOWEEN SEND HELP

AINT NO GODDAMN WAY

LITERALLY 16 DAYS BEHIND

MORE THAN TWO WEEKS

anyways

Tags: @chrimsss @giggly-squiggily @ticklish-n-stuff @secret-weeb-account

—ngl this do have some tickles under the cut—

Similar to most teenagers, Kenma finds the most freedom to be found during the night time. His days are wasted away by schoolwork and volleyball practice, so he doesn’t always get the time for himself. How does he combat this issue? Staying up late as shit.

And yes, he knows just how bad this is for him. He’s heard the lecture from Kuroo hundreds of times.

Does he care?

No, Kirby comes first before his own well-being.

Right now, he’s having the most blissful sleep. The blinds were drawn and it was early morning. The setter smiled a bit, cuddling up to his blanket and sighing.

And as he’s known all of his life, all good things must eventually come to an end…

“Oh Kennnmaaaa,” a soft, cooing voice sounded from outside of the door of Nekonma’s room. “Time to wake up, sleepy sleepy.”

Oh how he recognized that voice instantly… the one voice—besides Kuroo— that he knew would convince him to get out of bed. Internal strife took over immediately. Does he get up? Ignore him? Pretend to still be asleep? Do the latter two until he actually goes back to sleep?

Option four sounds good.

Kenma sighed as he curled up to his pillow, breathing softly as satisfaction washed over him. He heard the door open gently, closing almost as softly as it had just opened.

“Kenmaaaaaa,” a whisper close to his ear sent chills down his spine.

‘Don’t move, don’t reply… he will leave’

He had to listen to his own advice, everything would be fine if- oh dear…

A hand started to rub up and down his back, letting its fingers claw a pattern on the way down. As soothing as it was, it was also so damn ticklish.

The blonde setter’s breath hitched every so often, body involuntarily tensing as he tried to pretend to be asleep. His lips were slowly contorting into a smile, so he slowly moved his head downward to hide his face.

“Good morning, sleepyhead. Did you have a good rest?” The softness of his boyfriend’s voice made him want to melt into the floor and stay there forever.

‘Stay strong… don’t reply… think how nice the sleep is.’

Kenma was doing a decent job of fooling his lover, so he thought. It took everything to not sigh in relief as fingers carded through his hair. He thought he was quite slick, but Hinata knew that the setter was just faking being asleep.

The hand in his hair retreated, instead taking refuge underneath his hoodie. The faux blonde’s tummy quivered a bit as fingers traced around it.

Breathy giggles left him, his forehead flat on his pillow.

“Kenmaaaa, wake upppp!” Hinata whined, tracing dangerously close to his boyfriend’s belly button.

A small snicker left the setter’s lips. His tummy tensed and untensed repeatedly as he giggled involuntarily. He gasped and squeaked a bit as a finger dipped into his belly button and wiggled.

“Oh? Is someone awake?”

“Nohohoho. Hihihinahahataha.”

“Good morning, Ken-Ken! How’d you sleep?”

“Ihihi wahahahahnnahaha gohoho bahahack-“

“Go back? Go back where?” Hinata’s teasing fingers worked up to the boy’s ribcage, eliciting a sweet squeal.

“tohoho behehed! Ihihi wahahas *snort* ihihihi wahahas cohohohozy!”

“Aww I’m sorry, but you have to get ready for the day. The sun’s out and saying ‘oh wow! What a great day to play some volleyball!’ Can’t you hear it?”

“Shohohoyohoho! Tihihihicklehehes!” The faux blonde whined as he covered his face with his hands. “Lehehehet mehehehe sleehehep!”

A sweet smile graced the orange-haired boy’s features as his gentle tickle attack slowed to a halt. He switched to a soft tracing on his lover’s stomach. “Okay, okay, we can give it another hour. You’re too adorable to deny.”

“Oh god, you cheeseball, I’d rather have you tickle me than listen to you talk like that.”

“Oh yeah? Are you sure?”

“Wait- no- no- Shoyo- I d-dihihihidnt mehehehean- nohohoho!”

So much for his cozy sleep…

—————♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎✞♡︎—————

#t content #augtickletober2023 #haikyu #haikyuu #haikyu!!#haikyuu!!#Hq #Hinata Shoyo #Shoyo Hinata #Kenma kozume #kozume kenma #haikyuu tickle #haikyu tickle #lee!kenma #ticklish!kenma #ler!hinata

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itsohh · 9 months

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Interupted Rest

A/N: Not much happens here ngl but this was just a scene really I had stuck in my head. (Aka I'm down bad for vampire!ghost feeding off his s/o.

Summary: After getting send out on a mission with Ghost, a change in events has his life in your hands at the possible cost of your own. Life is where the blood is and you have to decide on who needs it the most.

Word count: 2191

Warnings: Violence, self inflicted injury

Part 1 AO3 Masterlist

Normally you spent most of your time specifically looking after Kyle. He was, of course, the member who required the most amount of maintenance. Not because of his own fault but a lot of your time was spent just making sure he was paired correctly. The rest of them could quite easily handle themselves if shipments were late or they were forced to sustain themselves with less-than-ideal amounts of blood. Kyle was an unknown entity and no one wanted to find out how long it would take for him to snap. The battlefield wasn't the right place for a starving newborn. You did your job well when it came to looking after Gaz. You handled him well.

Yet, Laswell had you looking after Ghost. No one else was on any mission. This time she had you actually travel with him to base camp, you didn't know if he would want you with him out in the field and she hadn't told you about doing so. Either way, you would do what was needed of you. This led to you sitting across from him in the vehicle in silence. Perhaps a few months ago it would have been daunting or uncomfortable with the way he seemed to stare right through you but now you’ve grown rather used to it. Whatever intimidation and fear he had stirred inside you had long since died.

In all honesty, the long ride had you rather tired. A yawn escaped your lips while you covered your mouth with your hand.

"Rest up Agent." Ghost's voice cut through the monotone sound of the vehicle. "I'll wake you when we get near." With another yawn, you nodded at him and allowed your head to fall back against the seat. Your eyes gently closed and soon sleep consumed you.

The awakening you received was by no means gentle, it was loud, jarring, and the extreme movement jostled you awake. Sleep blinked from your eyes, you couldn't quite comprehend the crash as it happened but it soon registered upon you when you hung upside down. The seat belt kept you up for a moment and your eyes searched for everyone else in the vehicle. Your eyes went to Ghost who was utterly still across you. Could vampires get knocked out? Then your eyes went to the piece of shrapnel that had dug itself into the side of his neck. It was about a third of the way in. You hoped to the gods that he was still alive.

A glance at the front of the vehicle told you that the two men in the front certainly weren't alive. Blood coated the windshield on both sides while their heads were both lodged inside of it. Without hesitation, you unbuckled yourself and fell to the ground with a grunt. The crumbled glass didn't do any damage to you, protected by your jacket. You crawled over to Ghost in the mangled wreck where your hands went for the piece of shrapnel.

It was certainly lodged in there and you mentally prayed that it hadn’t done enough damage to kill him. The piece took a decent amount of strength but you managed to lodge it free. You flinched for a moment, expecting a spray of blood but nothing came. You didn't know if that was good or bad.

For a second you stared at it and then slowly but surely, the skin started to knit itself together just around the corners. A breath of relief left your mouth as you quickly unbuckled him. Ghost's large figure fell onto the ground in front of you and you started to pull him from the wreck. He was heavy- really heavy.

Perhaps it was because he was so muscular or so tall, perhaps vampires just weighed more but he was extremely heavy. Still, you managed to drag him out despite the protest in your arms. Just outside of the vehicle and you paused. Exhaustion consumed you and you wiped away the sweat from your head. When you went to grab him again, you noticed your hand was painted slightly with a thin line of blood. You swallowed and put your hand back up to your head to touch the wet spot.

No wonder why you felt so tired. Your hand fumbled around and found a bandage on your person which you used to wrap around your head. It wasn't an amazing job but it would certainly help. Your eyes went back to Ghost. He was still so frozen and the healing around the wound had stopped. Perhaps it was focusing on the deeper part of the wound? You hoped he had recently fed, the boys normally did before they went out but Ghost was always an unknown entity. You could feel yourself become rather drowsy which wasn't good when you heard voices in the distance.

Your hands went to try and grab Ghost but your arms refused to drag him anymore. Not in your current state. Unconsciousness was going to come for you and you only had a little amount of time to act. You knew that if they saw you alive they would kill you, whoever was approaching most likely caused the crash. It had to be an ambush.

So to your great displeasure, you reluctantly let go of Ghost. Slowly but surely you moved away from him into the bushes and trees. Not too far away you slumped down against the trunk of a tree and allowed foliage and a nearby bush to hide your location. Your head throbbed and you covered your mouth. If any of them were vampires, you would be dead the instant they heard your heartbeat but if they were human you had a chance.

Every second you stayed there felt like a lifetime. Eventually, the men approached the wreck and you listened as they mumbled to each other. You leaned over for just a second to see two stand over Ghost. The gunfire didn't make you flinch but a piece of you died as one fired a shot dead centre into Ghost's brain. Your head snapped back from the sight just enough time for your dizziness to overtake you and your vision to go black.

When you awoke the men were long gone. A surge of life left you feeling a bit more refreshed while the bandage had dried to your head. You got up from your hiding spot and scoured the area for any sign of life. You noticed whatever supplies that had fallen from the vehicle were gone, most likely taken by them.

The dirt in the air had long since settled down. It had been a while since they left. Thankfully they didn't bother to come looking for you, most likely they thought everyone died in the crash. They certainly made sure of it with the double tap to Ghost's head- or so they thought. You approached his body. Aside from the hole in his mask, he looked exactly the same. Laswell's words echoed in your mind. Complete unrepairable damage to the heart or removal of the head.

Surely he was still alive? Right?

“Dude lives probably hundreds of years then dies on my watch." You mumbled as you moved his head about, examining it. Beneath his head lay the bullet lodged into the ground. It had gone all the way through. "Laswell's gonna kill me."

You paused and sat back for a moment, your eyes roamed over his still body. There was only one way to jump-start his body, to heal. However, you had already lost a bit of blood from your head injury. Hopefully however long you were out for was enough to replenish yourself. Your hand wandered to your dagger and flexed your grip on the handle before you unsheathed it.

With a swallow, you dragged it across your left palm. The sting had you cringe but you bit down on the edge of your lip and continued. Your eyes went to Ghost. His mouth was covered. Of course it was, he wore that mask everywhere. The dagger was placed on the ground next to him and you curled the mask up just enough to expose his mouth. Aside from the light scars that decorated the bottom of his face, he looked fairly normal. They were quite hard to see as well. You could only see them due to how the sun hit them. With your wounded hand, you raised it above his mouth and clenched your fist closed and blood started to stream down into his mouth. The pain had you wince and your hand shook slightly and the bottom of your fist brushed against his lips. Slowly but surely you swore his lips part slightly more.

Then in a movement you couldn't possibly comprehend, his hand snatched out at your wrist and pulled your hand towards his face. Due to your surprise, your fist unballed and slapped against his mouth. Ghost's eyes were still closed but you felt the sharp deep pain of what felt like two thin needles piercing into your skin. His soft lips latched onto your skin and started to suck hard.

"Ghost." You whispered and you felt it, the pressure he pulled your life from your body. He was taking it, as much as he could and fast. It dawned upon you that he wasn't going to stop. You pulled on his grip but had little effect as his grip was locked tight.

"Ghost, stop. Fuck, stop." Your voice was desperate as your head started to rush. Dizziness mixed with lightheadedness washed over you as a wave and you could feel your body start to falter. "Simon please." You whimpered and suddenly his eyes flung open. Piercing sharp he sat up at an inhuman speed. The wound from his head had healed as well as the one in his neck.

Your wrist was pulled away from his lips and he seemed a little dazed. His eyes searched your surroundings and eventually settled on you with narrow eyes. "Well, at least Laswell won't skin me." You mumbled under your breath and he let go of your wrist like it burnt him.

"Thanks for stopping, big guy." You winced and his eyes went to your now closed fist again.

"I bit you."

"Uh-huh." You avoided his gaze and started to look for any more of your bandages. "Fuck, don't tell me I didn't bring more."

"What do you need?"

"Bandages to stop the bleeding."

"The holes from my bite are small enough to clot by itself." Your eyes rose to meet his. Did he think he bit you without warning? You opened your hand to reveal the slice that ran across.

"...You weren't healing." He didn't reply right away, just silently stared at your hand for a moment before he got a bandage from his pouch. Ghost took your hand with a gentleness that surprised you and started to wrap your wound.

"Your head. How bad is it?"

"I passed out from it earlier. I didn't have the strength to pull you away from the wreck more before they came."

"Who?"

"Russians." He pulled the bandage tight and secured it before he started to look at your head.

"This needs to be redressed."

"Are you a medic Lieutenant?"

"Know my way around the human body."

"Yeah, I bet you do." You hadn't meant for your words to sound so suggestive but he cocked a brow regardless. "Uh-"

Before you could apologise he started to unwrap your work. You winced at the feeling as it ripped away the dried blood and reopened the wound slightly.

"You lost a lot of blood. Shouldn't have been giving me any." He pulled the canteen from his hip and started to clean it. Water mixed with blood ran down your face and your eyes shut while he worked.

"Ha- do the words 'skinned alive' mean anything to you? It's what Laswell would do to me if I didn't come back with you."

"If I hadn't woken up I would have drained you."

"Yeah, that would have put a thorn in my weekend plans. Shit happens I guess though."

His eyes met yours. "I would have killed you."

"Yeah."

"Most people would be upset about that."

"I made my decision, gotta live with whatever consequences that happens. You didn't kill me, which is super cool." The fresh bandage was secured around your head and he pulled back and pulled his mask back down.

"You should learn some preservation skills."

"Wouldn't have taken this job if I had any." You thought he would scowl you again but he didn't. A light chuckle rumbled from his throat.

"Just as bad as Johnny is. Do you have any other wounds or do I need to strip you down?"

Your face grew hot at the thought and your eyes widened slightly. "As tempting as the thought is. I'm good. Maybe another time?" Despite your confident words, they came out more like a squeak and he seemed. But amused at your response.

"Another time then. Come on, the sun has almost finished setting. We need to set somewhere for you to sleep."

#ghost x reader #simon riley #cod x reader #cod #mw2 x reader #mw2

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theflagscene · 3 months

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Wait! How!? When!? Where!? How is White suddenly there!? How did Tee meet White!? You can’t just play upbeat music and have the boys running around to show the passage of time and not explain how the fucking villain of the story got the most adorably innocent lil princess boyfriend on the planet!

Phee, bringing Jin on a date to the same place you and Non liked to go is just weird. I hate people who use the same ‘date’ spots for their new partners that they used with their past partners and no, this isn’t me projecting, why do you ask!? Lmao 😂 shut up it’s still tacky af

‘Friend’ the dreaded word.

What is with the ass slapping and window sex!? I mean, I get that they’re supposed to 18 year old boys, who are by definition perverted, but that was some porn level shit. Also, again, no prep. Phee wasn’t even the one blown so it’s not like they were even using spit for lube, or an already lubed condom. What is this, another ABO show? Just having the dudes slick and sliding all over one another apparently.

Ta’s got a decent ass at least, good for him.

“Did you cheat on my brother?” Nah, pretty sure they broke up when Phee saw him being raw dogged by the teacher and then told him to go die, but whatever helps you sleep at night Tan.

“Don’t fall in love with him.” Yeah, I think it’s too late for that.

Oh, mom is not looking so great. Hmm, something tells me that video isn’t real. Mom knows what’s up, it’s finally hit her, her baby’s dead. The actress did a fantastic job of a mother realizing the truth of the death of her child, it’s a startling realization that does take your legs out from under you. Your mind blanks, you can’t think about anything but the last time you saw them, the last terrible thing you said, all you can do is try not to scream. - That got a little too dark and real, sorry.

news.boc.com Cute BoC, very cute.

How long were Phee and Jin supposed to have been fucking by now? Weeks? Months? Because Jin has gotten very emotionally invested very quickly, which is appropriate for teenagers I suppose.

Two years, so they’d be in their what, second year of uni? Tan has gone full mad scientist I see.

Wait, he called to tell Tan that his mom was dead and it was her funeral that day and he just showed tf up! When his dad thought he was still in England!? Lmao, that’s fricking hilarious. I know, I know, wrong reaction to this scene but I’m weird, what can I say.

Oops, bye bye daddy. No wonder Tan is so fucking nuts! That would drive anyone insane. He literally needs Non to be alive otherwise he’s lost everything for nothing.

Is Tan his own guinea pig for his drugs!? Jesus dude, get some help.

Question, were Phee and Jin fucking during their time at university too? Or are you telling me all this ‘I love him’ crap was from one night of decent dick and a few ‘best friend dates’? Like the math ain’t mathing, establish a better timeline here for me when it comes to their relationship because in the first episode it made it seem like they were screwing around for a really long time, months at the very least. But now it seems like they fucked around a couple times in one 12 hour period, Jin decided that was enough to wanna date, caught Phee in a mood because of the fake news report and then they just… what? Kept fucking? Stopped? Jin carried a torch for him for over two years after one night together? Acted like a scorned lover for years because of a single teenaged tryst? Not to be that guy, but girl, you’re coming off a little desperate. I need a more accurate timeline!!!

“This won’t kill them.” Tan, could you try and be a tad more convincing when saying that?

That was a fantastic look from Tan to end on, ngl. Although someone needs to save baby White!

Next episode, we’re back in the present for the most part it seems. Jin somehow still trusts Phee, Fluke somehow gets the gun back and oh look, he holds White hostage, poor bb did nothing, leave him alone! And Tee clearly does know what happened to both Non and Keng as he runs up onto the roof where his uncle is to see the pair… unconscious? Dead? One of each?

I want some backstory about how White fits into all of this next time as well, that would be great. Although considering how little the timeline of events during grade 12 are fully explained, I doubt knowing more about White would make very much sense at this point.

#Lynn watches DFF #dff the series #dff spoilers #dead friend forever #pheejin #teewhite

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so me and eden talked about it and ive decided to take a sort of internet break with her, just for a week or so. i hate hate hate being so dependent on the internet (particularly social media) for both entertainment and socialization and i feel like being online so much and relying on it for SO LONG (since i was maybe 11?) has really been detrimental to my mental health. and since ive made rent for this month i feel like now is a good time to just step away for a bit.

i still unfortunately rely on the internet for my livelihood--i HAVE to take commissions in order to make rent, provide food, etc, so i wont stop posting art or taking commissions! i'll just be less social i guess. i wont make any posts or reblog anything, i'll just be posting art and contacting ppl abt commissions.

i want to spend more time with my wife. i want to go outside more. i want to hang out with irl people more (i literally have no irl friends). i want to go to meetups. i want to disconnect from the internet so bad i HATE relying on it as much as i do. i mean this so unironically i want to touch grass again

im ngl. i also talked w eden about possibly starting up an irl small business for my art--something along the lines of basically being a caricature artist again, but this time self employed. i'd have my own brand and go to parties and draw people, and volunteer at the local children's hospital sometimes too and draw the hospitalized kids. im honestly just trying to think of ANY job that would help me ease up on being so reliant on social media for income, if possible, that would still be fun for me and not absolutely kill my mental health like my previous irl jobs did. dont get me wrong i love drawing yalls ocs! but i cant charge as much as i should be b/c i dont have enough of a following/demand, so i have to take a lot of commissions before im able to make a decent living. it sucks.

if i could charge more to where i only had to take maybe 3 commissions a month in order to make rent, thatd be ideal. id still love to do commissions for a living! i love drawing your blorbos and i honestly dislike the idea of going back to caricature art--its not my passion by a longshot and its very stressful to do live art so quickly. but im just trying to think of anything to help at this point u_u i cant get on ssi b/c then we wouldnt be able to use my bank account for income and we'd basically have No Money To Do Anything Freely Anymore. so i gotta just. stick with what im doing. IDEALLY id be able to take commissions and post art while not being necessarily Active on social media anymore, but idk how to make that work just yet or if thats even a thing i could do..

anyway. TL;DR im going to take a semi-break from social media/the internet for about a week, but i'll still post art + take commissions + accept messages from close friends on discord. i want to HEAL, man

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