#// soooooooooo ….. while that gets put in the works……

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i started playing ffxvi a little while ago…… and have been thinking of adding a verse……….

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pics and videos — pt 2

✈︎ content warning | 18+ CONTENT: guided masturbation (caleb teaches mc how to jerk him off), fingering, first times, orgasms, kissing, cunnilingus (caleb uses his evol to keep your legs open) cuddling in a bathtub, you both praise each other a lot during this

✈︎ synopsis | after sending caleb pics and asking him to come over, the two of you finish what you both started over the phone and get ready for new beginning in your relationship

✈︎ PART ONE HERE

^ recommend reading before starting this, but you don't have to :)

The second the phone hung up, you and Caleb both came back to your senses and realised what the hell you just agreed to. Caleb was too nervous to even get dressed to come see you at this late hour, and you were regretting everything as you laid on your bed, nearly suffocating your face with your pillow.

This was the most spontaneous thing you both had ever chose to do. Not only was it almost 3 in the morning, and Caleb had a Fleet meeting in a couple of hours, but you also had work later. Granted it was in the afternoon, but you'd be too exhausted regardless.

Your mind can't stop travelling back to the phone call you just had with Caleb. His voice...that was so breathy and pathetic when he spoke to you. His dick that you couldn't get out of your mind even if you tried.

A strange feeling pooled in your stomach as you anxiously counted down the minutes it'll take Caleb to get the one-way train from Skyhaven to Linkon Station. You weren't sure if the feeling was nerves or excitement.

Caleb didn't bother to bring much with him as he headed to the train station. He knows you have a bunch of his stolen hoodies that you still haven't returned, even from high school. They might not fit him now, but clothes are clothes. He also has a bunch of his own stuff lying around in your house, and vice versa, the two of you treating each other's houses like your own.

He parks his car outside the station and heads inside to catch the next train down to Linkon.

It's thirty minutes later, you are brushing your teeth and freshening up when your phone buzzes. Pausing your show, you swipe on Caleb's text message.

caleb: soooooooooo im here in linkon now but there are no taxis :c

you: LMFAOOO walk then

caleb: ...

you: fine. im coming to pick u up. stay put

caleb: yes ma'am :D

You smiled at his text, grateful nothing much has changed between you both since that phone call and spat toothpaste into the sink. You quickly washed your face, shoved on a large pair of Caleb's sweats you always wear to bed, haphazardly put on a jacket, and headed outside to your bike.

Parking outside the station, you spotted Caleb leaning against a pillar attached to the station. His body was facing the inside of the station, his back towards you, and so you took that opportunity to sneak up behind him.

Slowly you approached from behind and pounced on him, wrapped your arms around his waist. He stumbled forward from the impact, nearly dropping his phone. He whipped his head around to turn around and looked down at you.

Your face was nuzzled into his back, inhaling the soft fabric softener lingering on his shirt. "Guess who?"

"Hmmm?" he feigned thinking as he rubbed his chin. "Is it...Tara?"

You froze and he fought back the urge to laugh when you backed away, glaring at him. "That's not funny."

"Oh? But it was when you did the same to me last month with Gideon?" He raised his eyebrows while smirking, watching your face contort into one of disbelief.

"Well—that's different," you said, face flushed as you tried to come up with an excuse. His smirk only grew and it just pissed you off. Eyebrows furrowing, you pushed him. "Whatever go back to Skyhaven. Don't talk to me."

You turned to walk back to your bike only to feel him grab your wrist, tugging you back to him. He pulled you into his chest and lifted your face up to stare at him.

"Are you really upset?" His eyes, filled with concern, didn't match the sly smirk on his face. His hand cupped your cheek and you shook your head, nuzzling into his palm.

"No. I'm not."

"Good." His thumb brushed your cheekbone a few times before he cleared his throat, taking a few steps back from you. "Anyway, your place?"

The implications hit you both real quick and the familiarity you both shared moments ago was now washed away as you came face to face with reality.

"Oh. Yes! My place, right. Follow me." Your body was stiff as you turned and walked towards your bike parked across the road.

Caleb walked beside you, seeming unbothered about the entire situation as he walked with a prep in his step unlike you who felt like your legs were suddenly made of metal. Were you maybe overthinking it? Caleb clearly doesn't seem worried, so why were you stressing so badly over this?

Taking a deep breath, you straddled your bike, pulling out your helmet and place it on your head. Caleb follows suit behind you, straddling your bike.

He clears his throat as you fixed the straps, tapping his knuckles against your helmet.

You turned to look back at him.

"Where's mine?"

You looked at him in confusion through the glass of your helmet, then realised what he meant. "Oh, you'll be fine. Your skull is thick enough to survive any accident." Turning back to the front, you turned the engine on. "Just hold on tight and you'll be fine."

In retaliation, he pinched your waist, making you flinch.

"Ouch?!"

"I'll keep doing that the whole way home. If I gotta die, I'm takin' you with me."

You narrowed your eyes at him, as if testing his bluff. He seriously wasn't going to risk your life like that. Turning back around, you fixed yourself to drive only to feel both his hands pinching at your waist again. Then again.

And again.

“Oh my god, stop! Fine, fine.” You turned off the engine and hopped off the bike.

Caleb watched as you moved to stand next to him on the sidewalk, removing the straps from your helmet and took it off. His eyes remained on you as you stepped closer to put the helmet over his head. His hands moved to your hips, tugging you closer as you fixed the helmet on him.

"You didn't really need to do it," Caleb said, voice muffled from the helmet.

"You wouldn't stop whining if I didn't, so..." Your breath hitches when you feel his fingers around the hem of the sweatpants you were wearing. He was looking up at you and even with the helmet glass you still couldn't escape unscathed under his stare.

Quickly you finished buckling it and mimicked patting his head like always does to you. "Happy now?"

He smiled, nodded and let go of your hips, allowing you to to sit back down on the bike. You leaned forward to fit your hands around the bike handles when you felt Caleb's warm chest press against your back, arms sliding around your body to hug your waist tightly.

Every single contact you both make has you flinching all of a sudden, which is strange considering it was never a problem before. He rested his chin on your shoulder.

"What? You wanted me to hold on tight, right? This tight enough for you?"

You couldn't bring yourself to respond, the thick lump in your throat blocking any possible response. You nodded and quickly focused all your attention on the road ahead.

You'd never wanted to kill Caleb more in your life. His hands wouldn't stop rubbing your waist as you rode back home, nuzzling his chin into your shoulder. Part of you wasn't sure if he was doing this on purpose or not, and you wish you could sneak a look at his face to see his true intentions, if he's wearing that stupid smirk or not.

Caleb was never shy about teasing you. He's done it for years, and you eventually had to just get used to it. It then got to the point where you had to tease him back in order to survive, and it just became a thing now. But this? This was too much. The level of physical touch had never succeeded more than just hugs and cuddles on the couch when watching movies. If you could barely handle this, what makes you think you can handle anything more with him?

Your mind was racing and you had to force yourself to ignore his touch, his presence, his warmth behind you and focus on getting the hell home.

The view of your apartment building appeared in the distance and you never felt more relieved. The second you parked it, you were pushing him off you and stepping off the bike.

"Someone's eager," he joked, watching you shift side to side on the sidewalk.

You said nothing and turned to walk inside. "Hurry up before the gate closes. I'm not letting you inside if it does."

Caleb chuckled and stepped off your bike, quickly catching up behind you. He removed the helmet as he followed you up the elevator to your apartment.

He wasn't stupid. He could tell you were acting differently since you came to pick him up at the station. While driving, you were so quiet, and that wasn't like you normally. Even as he watched you walk down the hallway, your head was down, staring at the ground. You only ever did that when deep in thought.

Doubts started to fill his mind, wondering if the two of you were about to make a huge mistake. Though he shouldn't be worried since technically this was all your idea. You were the one that sent him that photo to begin with. You were the one that asked him to come over.

You reached your door and grabbed your keys from inside your pocket, fumbling with them as your heart pounded so loudly you could hear it in your ears.

Caleb noticed you fiddling with your keys, probably stalling for time. The door unlocked and you stepped inside, kicking your shoes off. You were about to walk further into the apartment when he grabbed your wrist.

Turning to look at him, you were nearly startled by his concerned expression.

"We don't have to do anything if you're feeling doubts," he spoke softly, hoping it was reassuring enough for you. "I mean it. Nothing will change if you decide to back out."

You paused to think. "Then what will we do instead?" There was no way in hell you were even going to consider changing your mind about this. You wanted this so badly. Sure, you had doubts, but that was worries for the future, not the present.

"We can uh..." He looked around your house, eyes landing on the television in the living room. "We can finish that show we were binging at my place last month?"

You smiled deviously. "I already finished that." His face fell and your smile only grew. Slowly, you took a few steps closer towards him, grabbing the helmet he was holding and pried it from his hands. You moved to place it on the kitchen counter then walked back in front of him.

"I'm not changing my mind." Now it was your turn to reassure him. Your hands cupped his face as he looked down at you with such intensity it made you want to melt. "I meant every word I said on that call, Caleb. I want this. So badly."

His breath hitched as he took in your words. Blinking rapidly, he turned to look at the side, away from your intense reassuring gaze, his eyes darting between the kitchen and your balcony. He took a moment to gather his thoughts and you patiently waited for him to process everything.

The two of you knew of that unspoken barrier, forbidding you to go any further. It was a lot to process, but you had come to terms with it a long time ago. Caleb, on the other hand, seemed more hesitant, and you were willing to wait for him.

Except today. You were impatient as hell. Wanting to speed up the process a bit, you ran the flat of your thumb down his throat, brushing his adam's apple. He swallowed thickly and turned to look at you.

"Does this hurt?" you asked, rubbing soft circles on the protruding flesh.

"No."

Nodding, you tilted your head to the side and pulled him down to your level, your foreheads brushing as you looked him in the eyes before moving them down to his lips. "I'm going to kiss you now, okay?"

He didn't protest and so you leaned in, pressing your lips against his softly. His eyes slipped shut as you deepened the kiss, moving your hands to his hair. He moaned softly, protecting the back of your head as he pressed you against the hallway wall.

Your lips never leave his as you hoist yourself upwards, his hands quickly darting out to grab you and lift you off the ground. Crossing your legs against his hips, you clutch onto him tightly, as if you were afraid of him slipping away.

Caleb was first to break the kiss, panting heavily as his eyes darted all over your face—your lips, swollen and shiny with saliva—your eyes, dilated and blinking rapidly as you stare at him, foreheads brushing.

He dropped his head down, nuzzling it against your shoulder as he takes a moment to calm himself down. His fingers flexed against your thighs as he held you against him and the wall, his breathing still showing no signs of slowing down.

"Caleb?"

He doesn't respond, only nodding against your shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

"You—" He finally looked up at you, brushing his forehead against yours. "You have no idea how long I was waiting for this."

You smiled, cupping his cheeks. "I have a hunch."

He mirrored your smile, bending down to kiss your jawline. "Been waiting forever." He softly moans as he presses more kisses to your skin.

Your breathing shudders as he makes his way to your neck, his tongue darting out to lick a long stripe, sucking his saliva straight off your skin afterwards. He repeats this a few times until a mark starts to form.

Your legs tighten around his hips. "Am I a good kisser? Was it worth it?"

"You're everything—" he says between pecking your neck, "I want—" another kiss to your neck before moving to the opposite side, "and more." He sucked hard and you let out a moan you didn't expect. He found one of your sensitive spots, and doesn't let that information go. He keeps sucking, biting at your skin gently enough to not hurt, but hard enough to leave teeth marks.

Somewhere deep in your mind, you were worried about the marks showing above your Hunters uniform, but you found it hard to care, tilting your head back to let Caleb's mouth explore more of your neck.

"You're so perfect," he rambles in between kisses, spewing as many praises from his desperate lips. "So amazingly beautiful. You sound so good. Make that noise for me again, please?"

He moved back to that previous spot where he ripped that moan from your throat with a simple suck, and sucks harder, much harder, enough to elicit another moan from you.

"Sound so good. Oh my god. Your body is so sensitive."

"Caleb, you're rambling," you mumble, clutching tighter onto him.

"I'm sorry. So sorry. I'll shut up if you want me to?" He forced himself to break away from your neck and look into your eyes "Whatever you want from me, I'll give it to you."

You softly shake your head. "No I like it. Keep talking." He opened his mouth to speak when you quickly shushed him with a hand over his mouth. "Take me to my room first."

He blinked and nodded, lifting you higher to readjust his hold on your body and carried you down the hallway and into your room.

"Cling onto me real quick." He climbed onto your bed, and you clung your arms around his neck, relocking your legs around his hips, clinging to him like a koala as he let go of you with both hands.

He smoothed out your bedsheets with both hands, fluffing your pillows before setting you down gently onto them.

"You're so extra," you mumbled, pulling him back down for another kiss.

"You only deserve the best." He pulled away to strip his shirt off, tossing it to the side.

You moved to sit onto your elbows to get a closer look but Caleb tugs on your ankle, causing you to fall back onto the mattress. He moved your leg to the side, giving him enough room to climb between them, hovering on top of you.

“Just lay there and relax. Let me take care of you.”

Your eyebrows furrowed. “But I also want—”

He shook his head. “Nuh-uh. Remember why you invited me over?” Your brows furrowed even deeper in confusion. “You wanted my help because you couldn’t finish?”

“Oh. I mean, yeah but that doesn’t mean I can’t also help you.” You ran your hands down his arms, smoothing your palm over his biceps, then to his chest, caressing his pecks, then down, past his abs, to his sweatpants.

You gently tugged at the hem. “This isn’t just about me. Let me make you feel good too.”

He grabbed your hands with one hand, pulled them away from his body and pinned them above your head. “Maybe later. But my focus is just you now. I’ll be okay.”

You were a few seconds away from throwing a tantrum when his lips reattached to your neck. One hand still pinning your hands down, he used the other to lift your shirt up and over your stomach.

He let go of your hands to shift further down the bed, planting kisses along your stomach as he untied the string to your sweats.

He chuckled lowly, seeing how big they were around your hips. “Still wearing my clothes huh?”

“Yeah, and you’re never getting them back.”

“We’ll see.” He pulled them down with your panties and you helped kicking them off your legs.

Now your entire lower half was bare in front of him. He stared at your pussy, breathing steadily. You shifted uncomfortably at his silence.

“Caleb?” You moved to kick at him but he quickly caught your leg.

“Sorry. I just—” he didn’t finish his sentence, lowering his head to your pussy. “Wow.”

“I knew you were a virgin but this is pathetic.”

He laughed and nodded. “Real pathetic of me, huh.” He lifted himself up on top of you, leaning down to whisper in your ear. “This virgin though…” his voice dropped low enough to make your stomach churn, instinctively closing your legs shut, “…is gonna make you scream.”

Before you had a chance to respond, his thumb rubbed your clit, fingers weaving through the wetness of your pussy. Your mouth fell open and he shut you up with a kiss, licking into your mouth.

His finger prodded gently at the tight hole, hesitating as if he was scared to push inside.

“It’s okay, do it,” you reassured him.

“Let me know if I hurt you at any point.” With that he slowly pushed inside and you let out a loud moan at the stretch. You underestimated how much larger his finger was compared to yours.

“You okay?” Caleb asked, stopping his movements. “Is it too much?”

“No no it’s okay. Don’t stop, keep going.”

His finger continued to push inside until he was knuckle deep. Your back arched off the bed and Caleb placated you with kisses on your cheek, nose, and lips.

“Taking me so well. I’m so proud of you,” he spoke softly in your ear. He began to thrust his finger back inside you, stretching you out and curling them inside you.

You couldn’t stop moving, your legs unable to stay still as his finger tickled places inside you you’d never reached before.

“Want more?”

You nodded rapidly, biting hard on your lip when his middle finger prodded at your hole, pushing inside. The sensation was uncomfortable at first, but it quickly developed into pleasure as his fingers both moved in tandem inside you. His thumb rubbed circles on your clit as his lips continued to make out with you, swallowing your loud moans to not disrupt your neighbours.

“Do you feel close yet?”

You shook your head. “I don’t think so. It feels good though. K—keep going.”

“I have an idea.” He pulled his fingers out and you almost whined upon feeling empty. He moved back between your legs, laying on his stomach and grabbed both of your legs, enclosing them around the side of his head.

“Hope this works,” he said before pressing a kiss to your pussy.

His tongue licked up and down, tasting every inch of you. He wasted no time, had almost no technique, just purely driven by lust, want, and hunger as he devoured you. He swallowed as much of you as he could, kissing and sucking at your clit harshly, then gently, then flicking his tongue against it.

So much was going on your body didn’t have the chance to keep up with it. You felt a warm sensation beginning to form, the feeling unfamiliar to you and quickly closed your legs, body twitching as you tried to calm yourself down.

Caleb pulled back and looked up at you. “Did I hurt you?”

“No…it was just too much—I need a moment—” you couldn’t speak in between your breathy pants. You covered your face with both hands.

He smiled and pried your legs back open. “That means it was working. You want to cum right?”

You didn’t remove your hands from your face, nodding slowly.

“Then you can’t close your legs anymore. Do you want me to keep them open?”

You shakily nodded and then the familiar sound of Caleb using his evol hit and suddenly your legs couldn't close, even if you wanted them to.

"We'll need a safe word, if it gets too far. Whatcha thinkin'?" he asked, resting his chin on your pelvis, patiently staring up at you.

You grinned deviously. "Cilantro."

His smile fell and you started laughing even louder. "Fine. Only because it works. Instant boner killer." He shoved his disdain for the herb to the side and repositioned his face back between your legs and picked up right where he left off.

With your legs forced open like this, it suddenly made the sensations much more...prominent. You could feel tingles running through your veins all over your thighs as his tongue licked into you. His eyes were closed shut, moaning as he gulped down everything you were giving him. He pulled back and watched your pussy glisten, practically sparkling as a mixture of his saliva and your wetness shined underneath your bedroom light.

He slowly reinserted his finger, not stopping until it was fully pressed into you and you nearly screamed when his tongue found your clit again, obnoxiously licking and sucking. The urge to snap your legs shut hit again and your body instinctively fought against gravity to relieve yourself from this overwhelming sensation.

His finger curled inside you, his lips, now wet and shiny with your lick, enclosed around your clit, sucking rhythmically and your body gave up.

You screamed so loud you probably woke a few neighbours up, but you couldn't care about that, not when your body suddenly flared up and was shaking uncontrollably.

Your sudden reaction worried Caleb and he looked up at you with concerned eyes, turning his Evol off and letting your legs snap closed out of instinct.

It took nearly a whole minute of your breathing to return back to normal, for the stars behind your eyes to fade, and for your muscles to stop twitching. Caleb swallowed thickly as he watched you curl onto your side.

"Was that...uh..." He scratched his head. "You alright?"

"Yeah, I just need a minute. Oh my god that was intense."

Caleb shifted to lay down next to you, wiping sweat off your forehead. "I didn't hurt you did I?"

"No, no it wasn't painful. It was just...a lot to take in. Holy shit. That was amazing." You couldn't stop laughing now. "Oh my god, you really made me scream."

He smirked. "Told you I could."

You rolled your eyes and pushed him away. Taking a deep breath, you rolled onto your back, staring at the ceiling. Caleb, on the other hand, raked his eyes back down your body. His fingers found themselves back between your legs and he swiped a finger against your pussy.

Immediately your body spazzed and you pushed him away. "No stop, I'm not ready to continue. It's sensitive."

"Alright." He moves his damp fingers to your chin and pulled you in for a slow kiss. You tasted yourself on his tongue and moved closer to him, your chest pressed against his.

"So what now?" he asked as he pulled away.

You paused to think, biting your lip. Your eyes ran down his body, his chest, past his abs, then down to his sweatpants. Pushing him onto his back, you climbed on top of him, straddling him.

"What are you doing?"

"Returning the favour." You untied his drawstrings and pulled his sweats off. Reaching inside his boxers, he moaned when you gripped his cock and pulled it out.

Smiling, you examined it, comparing it to the mental image you saved in your brain from the photo he sent a few hours ago. You exhaled softly and bent down to get a closer look at it, your breath softly hitting his tip. He moaned softly and you looked up at him, smiling.

"Is it sensitive?"

"Kinda." He scratched his head, awkwardly, fighting to look away from the intensity in your eyes.

"Walk me through how to do it." You grabbed his hand and manoeuvred it on top of yours. His big hand engulfed yours and you moved to sit next to him, resting your head on his shoulder.

"Yeah okay. Uh...start slowly."

Following his instructions, you began to move your hand up and down his cock at a slow pace. His hand helped you set the pace, letting go once he felt like you got the hang of it. He choked back a moan, throwing his head back against the headboard.

"Should I go faster?" you asked, lips brushing his ear. He nodded, closing his eyes and letting out more moans as you planted soft kisses by his jawline.

You sped up your movements and his hips began to twitch upwards, his moans and breathy pants getting louder and more erratic. "You sound so good," you whispered in his ear, kissing and biting his earlobe.

"F—" he held back on cursing, opening his eyes to wrap his hand around yours on his cock, speeding up his movements. His hand squeezed yours, applying pressure and twisting your hand around his cock for more stimulation.

"Are you close?"

"Yeah, I'm so—" you cut him off by moaning softly into his mouth, pulling him in for a deep kiss. His hand weakened his grip around his cock and he cupped your cheek, kissing you at an angle.

Your hand sped up, reaching the tip and applying firm amounts of pressure, feeling it twitch in your hands.

"F—fuccccccccck fuck fuck," he broke the kiss, spewing curses as his hips surged upwards, a loud moan escaping his lips as his cum splattered all over your hands.

You planted kisses along his cheeks, placating him as he took a moment to calm down. He peeked his eyes open to look at you examining his cum on your palm.

"What're you thinking?"

You looked at him, showing the flat of your palm. "What it tastes like."

"Probably gonna taste like shit."

You snorted and stuck your tongue out, ready to lick at it when he caught your palm.

"Please don't. I don't think I can handle seeing you do that right now."

You sighed. "Fine. Help me wash it off." Slipping off the bed, you pulled him off with you.

You could barely stand straight, your legs feeling tingly from your previous orgasm. Caleb noticed and scooped you off the ground, carrying you bridal style into your bathroom. He set you back down and plugged the drain hole, running the bath water to fill the tub.

You walked over to the sink and washed your hands off, drying them with a towel.

"C'mere," he called out to you, stepping inside the tub, holding his hand out.

You grabbed onto his hand, letting him pull you closer and sit on top of him, your back against his chest. He bowed his head to your shoulder, planting soft kisses on your skin as you rested your head back against his.

"This is nice," you murmured softly, grabbing his hand and linking it with yours. "Thank you for doing this with me."

He chuckled softly, lifting his head to look up at you. "You don't even need to ask. I'll do anything for you. You know that."

"I know." You looked down at the water. "Same, by the way."

"Hm?"

You shifted to sit sideways on his lap, wrapping one arm around his shoulder to sit closer. "I'll do anything for you too."

His eyebrows rise as he processes your words and smiles softly. "I'm glad." He pulled you in for kiss, the two of you no longer hesitant with your movements. He holds you tightly, like he was scared the water on your body would slip you away, and you cling onto him just as tightly.

"I'm tired," you murmured, pulling away to rest your head against his shoulder again.

"You want to dry up or sleep here?"

Your lips pursed as you thought. "Here. You're warm, and the waters nice too." He fixed his arms around you, clutching onto your tightly as your eyes slipped shut, slowly drifting to sleep in his arms.

soooooo they didn't fuck YET THO dont be mad pls HAHAH

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I've talked about "oooo what about Reader running away from Val" "what about Reader becoming his friend" well what about a Reader who has a smart mouth and a nasty fucking temper that you can't control and Valentino LOVES to keep you around if not purely because you mouth off and give him excuses to punish you, like literally he gets off on knowing you'll just walk right into something he can use as an excuse to fuck with you

You're just serving him drinks, being nice to him, everything is fine, you're behaving, you're getting along, and you roll up your sleeves and he gives you this LOOK, "you're getting muscular, it's not cute, you're too masculine" and you just hit him with "well one of us has to be" and deftly dodging a glass thrown at your head shortly thereafter while he roars at you asking who the fuck you think you are and THEN you just start insulting him for having a short temper

"Awwwwww, lo siento, papi! I didn't mean to make the BIG STRONG MAN soOoOoooOoo mad! Maybe you can snort another rail off a hooker's tits again to cheer yourself up, that ALWAYS works!"

Like genuinely it's like the worst possible form of a customer service job because if you mouth off to him you're not getting FIRED, you're getting TIED UP AND PADDLED until you're crying and whimpering "I'm sorry mister Valentino I promise it won't happen again"

Cut to the next night where he tells you you're putting on too much weight and you can't stop yourself from saying that you could take some of your fat and put it in his ass since he doesn't have one, and the cycle begins anew....

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Friends. Homies. Fam. Here is a list of SOME of the series I'm IMPATIENTLY anticipating the most. No one asked for this but I just felt like sharing.

Your Dear Daddy. The moment I saw Poonpun in that pink silk robe with the thigh tattoo and wearing that anklet in the promo pics I knew I wanted the series immediately. Obsessed! I'm excited for Fluke to be a lead finally because he deserves it and he and Poonpun seem to have excellent chemistry. I'm looking forward to Saitharn being saved by Sila who seems to be lost himself. I'm looking forward to watching Saitharn put it on Sila so good the first time that he decides that he's going to secretly rescue him and love him and worship him...because I know this whole tea farm debt is going to be a guise to keep Saitharn. I just know the series is going to be *chef's kiss*

Century of Love. I don't even know what the plot for this one is but the BTS pics are letting me know it's going to rip me in half. I'm expecting some scifi, soulmates, action, hurt/comfort, maybe some sacrifice, and romance. I'm most excited that we're getting more DaouOffroad and most importantly Daou's buzzcut because he looks soooooooooo good with it.

This Love Doesn't Have Long Beans. IDK man...I don't even care about cooking series like that but I'm excited for more SailubPon and even more excited to finally get some GarfieldBenz after PB viciously teased us with them. I'm also looking forward to Sailub breaking every single health code while he fucks Pon across that industrial kitchen. And also??? Benz's character being unapologetically flirty with Garfield's??? GIMME!

4 Minutes. Highkey thought it wasn't even happening anymore because...well you know. But now Bible has a new partner and I'm excited once again. I just know 4 Minutes is going to break us all into pieces and I'm excited to see Bible shine like the star he is and I'm excited to see how his chemistry is with Jes. And I just know the aesthetic of the series and the actual plot is going to be 20/10...BOC sure has the funds to turn this series into a masterpiece.

Jack & Joker. YINWAR HAVE FINALLY RETURNED TO US! And they're not in school! Whoever they work for heard us say we wanted that Bonnie and Clyde criminal lovers series they dangled in our faces with that one fanmeet and decided to deliver. I'm excited to see Joker being the cheeky seemingly trustworthy mastermind thief and Jack doing whatever he can to protect him because he knows he won't be able to stop him from skillfully robbing people blind. I need more criminal romances in my life.

SunsetxVibes. Wild we're getting this before Big Dragon 2/The Movie. Even wilder that this series is ALSO based on an mpreg story. I am not particularly interested in omegaverse BUT just like Pit Babe I am making an exception because I know I'm going to enjoy the series and I miss MosBank. We thought the chemistry was insane with Big Dragon but they are closer than ever these days and I know it's going to translate beautifully one screen. Much like the title, I'm here just to vibe because I know the plot is gon be a mess.

[ineedseveretherapy]

Worry

TW: mentions of Death

The doors to Donnie's lab opened and close with the same aggressive thump. Donnie lifted his goggles and turned around to see leo standing in the doorway, his usual annoying smirk plastered on his face,

"Heyyyyy Dontron!"

His voice was strange, almost shaky, Donnie just shrugged it off and went back to what he was working on,

"Do you need something?"

"Do I need a reason to say hi?"

"No, but there's a slight tremble in your voice, which just indicates to me that you came in here to ask me for something."

He walked over and sat in a nearby chair, well- more like threw himself into a nearby chair.

"Well. Donald. As shocking as it must seem, I didn't come in here just to ask you for something."

Leo spun around in the chair and the rolled his way closer to Donnie's desk. He rested his head and shoulders on the back and watched Donnie work. Donnie didn't mind though, he actually enjoyed the company, though he'd never actually admit it... maybe.

"Soooooooooo... whatcha workin on? Tinier trackers to put in our shells? Although your gonna have to be more creative as to where you put Mikey's."

The comment was supposed to be a joke although Donnie had been highly considering it for a while now. Donnie sighed and lifted his goggles as he continued to work.

"Sheldon. Actually. Although the tracker thing isn't a bad idea."

Leo could hear the hesitant tone in Donnie's voice, which just confused him. Sheldon was gone? He was destroyed with their old lair, is Donnie building a new one? I thought he swore off that.

"But, Sheldon was destroyed in the fight, against Shredder?-"

Leo Leaned in closer to Donnie's face,

"You do remember that right?"

Donnie shoved Leo back into his chair with one hand, and then carefully put away the small chip he was tinkering with. He turned around to face Leo, looking at his twin brother with annoyance. Leo felt a twinge of guilt, immediately knowing he crossed a line have just crossed a line.

"Yes- Nardo, I-, ugh I remember... But a couple months before the invasion-

Donnie could see Leo's body go stiff, it wasn't much of a difference physically but he could sense the sudden shift in his attitude. In fact, the more Donnie looked, the more he saw how strange Leo's posture was. It was tense, but it wasn't from their conversation, no, it was from something else. He looked up at Leo's face to see him staring off into a void, not even meeting his eye contact. Donnie was curious, sure, but also hesitant, it's really normal to see Leo out of his usual, cocky attitude.

"Did something happen?"

His head jerked backed up to look at me,

"Hm?"

"I asked if something happened."

Leo's eyes widened a bit and then frantically looked away.

"Noo? Whyy?"

"Because in the last 5 minutes of you bothering me you have not made a single joke, quip, or snarky comment. Not to mention the fact that your voice is shaky and your postures so still you look like cardboard."

Leo loosened his posture the second Donnie commented on it, which only made Donnie more concerned. Donnie didn't know what to do, Leo was clearly bothered by something but he didn't know what it was. It's been hard for everyone since the invasion, but aside from Raph, he's seen the effects on Leo the most.

"Leo I can tell something is bothering you. Your starting become an even worse lier than me."

"Shut up."

Leo leaned back in the chair and sighed,

"It's nothing, I just got in a little argument with Raph that's all..."

[Oh... so that's what this is about.]

"What happened this time?"

"ALL I WANTED TO DO WAS JUST GO GET THE PIZZA FOR HIM! THAT'S ALL! But then it turned into some big argument.-"

Donnie turned back around and started working on the chip as he continued to listen Leo's sudden rant.

"Well you know he hates it when you baby him like that."

"I WAS NOT BABYING HIM! I WAS JUST WORRIED! I THINK THAT'S PRETTY NORMAL CONSIDERING WHAT HAPPENED!"

"How did this conversation occur?"

"I was just like 'I can get the pizza Raph you can stay here!' and then he was like 'Leo! I fine! I'm able to go out and get a pizza delivery. And if anyone's not in proper shape to go out it's you.' and so then I was like 'I am just as healthy as you are Raph, just stay here and i'll be back soon.' and then he yelled at me, 'LEO I AM NOT TALKING ABOUT THIS ANY LONGER, I AM THE OLDEST, AND I AM VERY CAPABLE OF TAKING CARE OF MYSELF!' which just got me upset so then i was like, 'SAYS YOU! YOU WEREN'T THE ONE WHO SAW HIS BROTHER HAVE KRANG TENTACLES BURST OUT OF HIS EYE AND INFECT HIS BODY!' AND SO THEN HE SAID 'YEAH!? WELL YOU DIDN'T HAVE WATCH YOUR BROTHER THROW HIS SAFETY AWAY LIKE THAT! WITHOUT A SECOND THOUGHT RIGHT IN FRONT OF YOUR EYES AND THEN WATCH HIS ONLY WAY HOME GET FUCKING BLOWN UP! I BASICALLY WATCHED YOU DIE!'... and then I came in here..."

"Ah-..."

Leo looked over at Donnie,

"What?"

Donnie slid his chair and sighed,

"Nothing it's just-"

Donnie turned his head to face leo

"He's right y'know."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you did throw yourself into the that situation so quickly-"

"Yeah to protect you guys!"

"You still did it Leo! Raph has every right to be worried."

"Oh and I don't?"

"Of course you do Leo, but in all fairness, Raph does more. You just need to stop babying him Leo, get off his back for once."

Leo stood up from the chair, aggravated and slightly insulted at Donnie's calm tone of voice.

"Oh and that's sooooo easy for you to say isn't it? It's so easy for you just sit by and watch, to just agree with whoever, CUZ WHY SHOULD YOU CARE RIGHT!?-"

Donnie was standing now too, even more insulted at Leo's accusations.

"YOU THINK I DON'T CARE LEO!? ME AND MIKEY HAD TO GO THROUGH WHAT YOU AND RAPH DID TWICE! SO BELIEVE ME, I FUCKING CARE!"

Leo was startled by Donnie's sudden outburst, but for some reason, it only made him angrier.

"OH REALLY!? IT'S SO HARD TO TELL WELL YOU ACT LIKE SOME EMOTIONLESS ROBOT ALL THE TIME!"

"..."

Donnie stood there, insulted, enraged, and hurt. He was so fucking tired. Tired of all the fighting between Raph and Leo. Tired of having to adjust after the invasion. Tired of sitting in his lab, alone, for hours replaying the moments of Raph's krangification, and Leo's sacrifice in his head wondering what would have happened if they didn't save them. Donnie sat back down at his desk, put on his goggles, and started working on that chip once again. Leo inched closer to his desk,

"Don, i'm-"

"Get out of my lab Leo. Go bother someone else, go bother Mikey."

"Donnie please, i'm sorry-"

"I said get out!"

Leo left Donnie's lab feeling guilty and even shittier than he did when he came in. Donnie heard the doors shut and sat there in silence. Suddenly that silence was broken, as Donnie jumped back at the sound of his phone buzzing. It was a text from Kendra.

{Heyyyyyy, I'm fucking boredddddd!😩} {What do you want me to do about it?} {Hmm...} {You doing anything rn?} {Why?} {I wanna blow up main street} {Just answer the fucking question!} {No i'm not} {Good!} {Meet on the roof of that big apartment complex near Wiki Mart!} {Get a fucking a job lady} {Seen you sooooonnn!✌️}

Donnie put his phone down, sighed. He had nothing better to do, and it's a free distraction and excuse to get some air, god knows he needs one.

Pt.2 | Masterpost

[tanktopdiaz]

wip [day of the week]

tagged in varying degrees of sometime in the last week by @wenttotheairport @thatbuddie and @punksalmons :) i'm in a terrible rut right now tbh soooooooooo lol. here's some ghost whisperer au

9 days from the time of Bobby’s death, Maddie returns to work. Itching in her skin the whole way. There’s the ghosts of a band of buskers that sit near the emergency exit to the back of the building just off the employee parking lot and on her way in they play their usual tunes, and that helps. Josh greets her with a hug and a promise to catch her up on a new gossip schpeal – related to newbies, so she needs the extra energy afforded from her once-a-day cup of coffee she stirs while listening to the idle chatter of Patricia and Cathey. They’re a couple ladies from the 80s and 90s, stuck in frumpy corduroy and attached to the archival records not lost in the fire. At the original location, there were a lot more of them. Before. Well. First call’s a butt dial, the second is a kid trapped in an RV. There’s a crash near a school and traffic backs up all the way to the closest exit off the interstate, seems like those calls keep getting routed to her on a loop. Standard calls the rest of it all – small fires, wrecks, pets off leashes. Linda stops by to coo over the latest pictures of Jee Yun holding Maddie’s ultrasound, loud and toothy big sister smile on display, and Maddie nods along kindly with the extra words afforded to the pictures from Patricia hanging over her shoulder. “If they had this technology when I was poppin’ em out, I’d have had less, I’ll tell you that much.” Maddie puts her hand on her bump and smothers a smile at the ghost’s antics. Patricia turns to call for her backup and the mangled and charred remains of uniform’s past along her back jiggles grotesquely with the movement. Cathey pops up in a flash, tsking away at Maddie over her glasses rim. They can’t go up to her head on account of the ceiling fan blade impaled at her crown. “A boy, as if. You’re carrying too high, dear.” Said ghost reaches out for her belly but Maddie swats her hand away. Linda pulls back in shock, a question poised on her lips. “Sorry, so sorry, it’s just.” She huffs a nervous laugh. “It’s close to lunch time, right? The baby’s got me…” she swats her hand in the same manner as before. “Oh!” Linda turns her wrist. “Almost there! I can take a hold of your line, though.” “Take it!” Patricia calls out, a little desperate with it. “I’ve been dying to catch up with Joshie since you’ve been gone!”

dont take this personally but im not tagging anyone

[the-s1lly-corner]

TADC cast comforting the reader!

i know i said i have a character limit (and technically ive already broken it for the creepypasta version of this post and similar posts in this category) buuuuuut admins personal writing gets to twist the rules a little bit/j/lh and also i dont want to make multiple posts for this prompt soooooooooo writing this while im waiting to make my silly money on a roblox tycoon yall know how it is :3 uuuuuuh might have more typos than usual simply because that wave of sleepiness is hitting but also i wanna finish my tycoon so NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT

CAINE:

i think he might try too hard in trying to get you to feel better. likely overwhelms you but he doesnt have ill intent (though that doesnt change much, youre still overwhelmed) so you might have to be firm in having him reel things back to a level that works for you. i think he would ask you whats wrong, as well as get anything he thinks he would help you feel better (drinks, blankets... hell before you can process anything hes probably got you buried in loads of things)... hes got the spirit but his intensity is... well intense.. torn between him being a decent listener because on one hand i can see him being hooked on every word you say and talking over you in an attempt to find a solution right then and there.... 6/10 i love caine but i get overwhelmed/overstimulated easily

POMNI:

does not know what to do when someone around her it upset, much less crying... i think she would put on this really weird... awkward... forced smile to try to lessen the tension in the air (failing at it, mind you) and try to pat your back... asks if you want to talk about it... a really good listener, actually. a better listener than a comforter, her solutions are so-so, they're what you expect from someone who doesnt want to accidentally overstep but nonetheless still cares about how you feel. at least you can count on her being totally no judgement, too... lets you talk to her for as long as you need, giving a nod and affirmation that she is in fact listening 8/10

RAGATHA:

very similar to pomni in regards to being a great listener, but i think ragatha would also be a great comforter as well as solution giver! lets you come into her room, gives you one of her nicer blankets to curl under while she lets you unload onto her. if someone is being mean to you or something is frustrating you, ragatha offers to give you a hand to find a solution to make things easier for you. offers to confront the person for you, though she does vaguely urge for you to build yourself up to try to speak up for yourself in the future. of course, if you ever need anyone ragatha is going to be there for you but she would also love to see you stand up for yourself. builds you up, probably gives peps talks! 8.5/10

JAX:

more often than not its going to look like hes disinterested or flat out not listening... which if it were just about anyone else that might really be the case.. buuuuuut what if you were one of his friends, or perhaps a partner? i think he would at least throw in a yeah.. which i think for how i typically write jax means something. one of those "if he didnt actually care he wouldnt be responding at all" and yeah sure its the bare minimum... i think every now and then he might just say screw it and throw his act out the window start shit talking... usually if theres someone to shit talk, you know if someone has made you upset or something... i think he would make them a target for his pranks... usually tries to play everything off as something light or unimportant but as long as its you, he is listening and he is going to at least make an attempt to do something about it... just dont bring it up 4/10 because personally it would make me feel worse shrugs

KINGER:

well i dont know how dad/energy having people can be comforting because my dad is emotionally distant/lh but i think he would let you come into his pillow fort... or if you dont want to be in a space so small he would let you come into his room, or he might take you out on a walk around the grounds. i think he would be more of a listener than anything else, nodding and humming to let you know hes listening. when theres pauses in your speaking he tries to offer some advice which can be pretty hit or miss. i think he would give you a hug, if you asked for one... if you want a distraction he will launch into a ramble about insects and other things! trails off to ask how youre doing every now and then, usually makes him lose his spot in the previous conversation thus starting a new one... will talk for hours 7/10 but im biased for kinger

ZOOBLE:

distant but not in the way jax is, zooble just has trouble expressing some of their emotions. jax just doesnt like showing any care or vulnerability. but zooble might let you stay in their room if youre crying or otherwise outwardly distressed. might let you sink down into one of their bean bag chairs... kind of just opens up a vent session with asking if you want to talk shit, or to just get angry. i think they can deal with someone being angry and irritated than a crying person because at least then they can apply their own irritation for it and put themselves in the other persons shoes. really you two just bounce and build each other in this scenario, kind of just letting off steam that should have been released far sooner... i dont know about you guys but its refreshing 8/10

GANGLE:

might get upset with you if youre really upset.. or maybe upset for you? i think she might be able to feel a lot for those she cares about deeply, so while it might look like shes trying to hijack the moment for herself, shes just crying FOR you.. lets you use her art supplies to make vents or to simply scribble. another big listener, i think she would try to give advice but... given that gangle herself has no spine (figuratively and literally) i think its... not the best advice... like the kind of stuff you try to affirm to yourself to get through a hard day, usually those affirmations.... dont work...but hey theres an effort! i mean at least she makes sure you feel heard and listened to, which is at least a little better than jax soooooo 5.5/10

[ficyorick]

One question for Butchlander. Who tops and bottoms, in your opinion?

I am a proud member of the HL bottoms nation…. but in every butchlander story in my head they would have to work up for it even tho it’s his clear preference, but he just can’t give it up too easy YOU KNOW… he also has those moments where he tops from the bottom, I always like thinking about him making fun of butcher for getting so horny for him, calling him degrading names, having a queen moment … there’s NUANCE YOU KNOW

for butcher it’s usually topping mostly bc I like to tie it into his military past, I like to think he treats HL as a bratty recruit he needs to put in his place . And for HL the peak eroticism is when he can let someone do things to him while fully knowing he could destroy them with a flick of his wrist. Like, it makes him soooo proud of himself, it's not debasement , he literally thinks this is an act of mercy. I think this is what made him soooOoOoOoO horny for Madelyn, being a good boy and letting her do anything she wanted to him. She was just a human, he could’ve squashed her like a bug but bc of his conditioning it was just so much more satisfying to obey her PRECISELY bc he knew he could kill her at any point. that is my HL smut thesis

to sum up, yeah 👍

[cassyapper]

Okay so fucking jotaro kujo

This man has been on my mind for fucking weeks

Like at first in part 3 I liked him cause I thought he was cool and very autistic, then he kept appearing in more parts and apparently Araki made it his personal mission to make his most popular character live a fuckin tragedy

I'm obsessed with him I keep giving my own traits, he now can't remember names *nor* faces for shit (face blindness my enemy) he can't handle spicy food and bright lights are his enemy (sensitive eyes)(like moi)(his hat is very helpful in that regards)(damn it now I want jotaro's hat)

I was giggling thinking of doing the "nine months in my womb making me suffer" meme with your continuety of Jotaro being the one to give birth to jolyne (long live trans Jotaro for the win) then I made myself fuckin devastated because I thought "wait wouldn't he be relieved a bit that she doesn't look that much like him?" THEN IT WENT INTO A WHOLE RABBIT HOLE OF ME THINKING OF JOTARO LOOKING AT JOLYNE GROWING UP AND HER BECOMING MORE MIRE SIMILAR TO HIM THAT CAUSE HIM TO FREAK OUT CAUSE "Oh my god what if she becomes like me" LIKE HE'S A FUCKIN CURSE OR SMTH

AND AND I was going to listen to music in class while doing work and then the song ah well better than the alternative by will wood came on and I had to fuckin stop that shit from playing immediately because I fuckin knew it would psychology break me and make me weep

BUT NOT BECAUSE IT IS A SAD SONG

Well I mean it is a sad song that moves so many people to tears but in my experience of listening to it it does me feel many emotions (just like any will wood song) but I never cried listening to it

NO THE REASON I KNOW IT WOULD EMOTIONALLY DESTROY IS BECAUSE THE FIRST FUCKIN LINE IMMEDIATELY REMINDED ME OF JOTARO

I knew just then if I actually listened to the whole song I'll cry in the middle of class

Even when I came back home I'm dreading listening to it

And you know what's fuckin funny?

Jotaro isn't even my favorite jojo

It's josuke! And in any part he's in he's not my favorite either (he's a close second) part 3? It's Avdol

Part 4? Rohan (there's so many things wrong with him and he's just plain entertaining to watch dkfjjfjf)

Part 5? Mista (ok idk if it counts since he only appears in one(1) scene but fuck it I count it)

Part 6? Jolyne and/or Pucci

It is fuckin bizzare

And like if I ever do a tier list of jojo characters it doesn't feel right to put him in any normal tier list

No it feels more appropriate for him to have his OWN tier that is situationed in a PNG of a brain BECAUSE HE HAUNTS ME

HE'S LIKE AN EVIL SPIRIT (pun intended) THAT'S HAUNTING ME TILL THE DAY I DIE

Anyway yeah I'll never be normal abt him

nods sagely i understand so so well

"I'm obsessed with him I keep giving my own traits" me TOOOO he's so. grabs at him. i think something about jotaro gets at a baseline that a lot of people have and it rings so resonantly it's kinda beautiful (also hope u can get a hat like his one day for ur light sensitivity or cool sunglasses like kakyoin)

also the jotaro being scared of jolyne turning out like him is SOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING REALLLL FUUUUUCKKK ive literally also used the phrasing "he sees himself as a curse" before IT'S SOOOOO. RAUGHHGHGHHHGH JTOARO KUJO I SWEAR he loves so much that he is scared of everything. lets just kill him

i will def have ot lsiten to that will wood song but i have felt similarly about other songs like i nearly cried while driving once because the song "eight" by sleeping at last come on and it fits jotaro so well. he's so evil this way

ALSO REAL AS FUCKKKKKKKKKK ABOUT JTOARO BEING AN ENIGMA OF A FAVORITE BECAUSE HE'S NOT. THE FAVORITE. HE GENUINELY ISNT. AND YET. AND YET HE IS A FAVORITE BUT WHAT HE'S THE FAVORITE OF EVADES CATEGORIZATION it drives me INSANE. "And like if I ever do a tier list of jojo characters it doesn't feel right to put him in any normal tier list" REAL AS FUCKKKKK. the way ive conceptualized it myself is that jotaro is my favorite jojo character BUT. my favorite jojo is jonathan or jolyne, my favorite p3 character is kakyoin, my fav p4 character is josuke or koichi, my fav p5 character is fugo, my fav p6 character is jolyne or pucci (samesies there) etc etc. like jotaro is the Jojo character to me. he is not the jojo or the character of any individual part. he is jsut , the jojo character. it's insane

he really is like an evil spirit youre so right. let's jsut kill him

[cal-daisies-and-briars]

🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞🪞 i feel like Buck is just chomping at the bit to share his kid with Eddie, like “let me give you my child which is my heart, I know you will take good care of it even if you doubt yourself” vibes. He wants to coparent soooooooooo badly I know he does

He SO is!!!

153 or 1k words for 🪞 - whatever comes first!

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The thing is, once the refusing to ask for things stops, the lying slowly creeps in. It’s not a lot. It’s not even that bad. It’s just… An occasional issue. Sometimes she’ll lie and say she brushed her teeth, when she clearly didn’t. Sometimes it’s flushing the toilet. Apparently it’s happened a few times at school, in regards to completing schoolwork. Again, never enough to be a huge issue. Just enough for Buck to be concerned. 

The problem is, when Buck calls her on it, and tries to address it, she totally shuts down. Silent. Unresponsive. Tight-jawed and angry-stared. Her eyes like two little tempests. It’s bewildering. So different than the kind, gentle little girl he knows.

He asks everyone for advice, of course. He gets a lot of different opinions.

“She needs to be told why lying is wrong,” Maddie suggests. “Who knows what kind of values she’s had passed onto her? She’s a good kid, but you don’t know what gaps she might have. Work with her.”

“Foster kids go through a lot in the system,” Hen explains. “This might be a pressure point you don’t even know about. Something from her past.”

“Kids don’t often act out due to a desire to be bad,” Bobby says. “Usually it’s a sign something else is going on.”

“Chris started lying to test boundaries, I think,” Eddie admits. “Sneaking off with his friends while I thought he was at science club. I don’t know what Dove would be trying to test, but that’s my guess.”

Buck suspects there’s truth in all of it. He just has no idea what to do about it. Beyond potentially talking to Angie. Except, he doesn’t want to seem like he’s having issues. So, Buck is sort of lost. 

Until one day, he fixes it by accident. 

It’s a rare day where it’s just the two of them. No Eddie. No plans to see anyone else. They went to a pumpkin patch. Picked out a few pumpkins they’ll carve with Eddie soon. Buck found himself taking a silly amount of photos of her without really realizing what he was doing. Like he wanted to freeze the moment forever. Maybe he does. 

He puts her to bed that evening with a story. Usually they read together, so she can work on her confidence reading out loud. But Dove is sleepy from running around the pumpkin patch like a little maniac, so Buck cuts her a break and does the reading himself. 

By the end of it, he’s on autopilot. She’s sleepy and cozy, snuggled into bed with Chomp hugged to her chest. They’ve had such a good day and he’s so happy. He doesn’t really think of anything but that. How perfect the day was, how glad he is that she’s in his life, how badly he wants to keep her here. 

As the story ends, her eyes are fluttering shut. He closes the book, brushes a stray wisp of hair from her face, and leans to kiss the top of her head.

“Sweet dreams, Dove,” he says quietly. “Love you.”

It doesn’t actually occur to him that it’s the first time he’s said it. 

It’s certainly not the first time he’s felt it. Or been aware that he’s feeling it. He thought declaring it might be some sort of momentous gesture. Like in a romantic relationship. It all seems big and cinematic almost. But this? This just sort of seeped into him. Made itself known gently. Comfortably. And now he’s said it without thought or circumstance; it just slipped out because he meant it. 

He loves this little girl. He loves her so much. 

Because she’s half asleep, he doesn’t expect any sort of reaction from her. He stands and moves to turn off the light, when she catches him off guard by sitting bolt right up in bed. He nearly startles. 

The look on her face is unreadable. Partly because her eyes are wide with an expression Buck hasn’t seen before. Partly because the stuffed crocodile has been raised to cover her mouth. 

“Dove?” He asks, moving his hand away from the lightswitch. “What’s wrong?”

“What did you say?” She asks. Her voice is shaky but careful. 

Oh. Fuck. Did he upset her? Should he not have said that? Did he go too far too soon? He thought… Well, he wasn’t thinking. 

“I said that I hope you have sweet dreams,” Buck says gently. “And I love you.”

Her cheeks go bright red. Her eyes get a little wet. 

“Is that okay, Dove?” Buck asks. “You can tell me if it’s not. I won’t get mad.”

Slowly, she lowers the stuffed animal from her face.

“Are you sure?” She asks.

“Am I sure I won’t get mad? Yes. I promise.”

“No,” she shakes her head. “Not that.”

Oh. Is he sure that he loves her? That’s what she’s asking. 

“Of course I’m sure,” Buck says. “I do love you.”

Her bottom lip trembles a little. Like she’s a second away from bursting into tears. 

For a second, he doesn’t understand why this is so upsetting to her. It’s supposed to be a good thing. It’s nice to hear that someone loves you! And then the thought occurs to him. Heavy and cold in his chest. 

Buck sits down on the edge of the bed.

“Dove, has anyone ever told you that before?” He asks. “Has someone ever said I love you?” 

She shakes her head mutely. 

Buck feels like someone has punched him in the stomach. 

“Oh,” he whispers. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know that.”

She shrugs. 

“Do you know, there were a lot of years where no one said it to me, either?” He tells her.

When Maddie moved away. When Buck left Hershey. Really, until Maddie came back. He knows what it feels like to suspect no one loves you. 

“Really?” She sniffs. 

“Mhm,” he nods. “It made me pretty sad. So I understand.”

[snowball-doie]

imagine the chaos when reyna gets her first period on like the one day ever when ahri isn’t there

i feel like she'd be an early bloomer and that's why the boys are caught soooooooooo off guard by it. she's freaking out, she doesn't understand what's going on, and she's too embarrassed to say anything about it, so she's just wadding up toilet paper and hoping that her "sickness" will go away eventually. when it doesn't....... she gets even more scared. and the boys are confused why reyna is going to the bathroom so often and for so long-- is she okay? jungwoo eventually goes to check on her one day, knocking on the bathroom door, asking if she's alright. "DONT COME IN!!!!" "are you okay???" "YES-- ..no? i don't know....?" the boys are slowly gathering because of all the screaming, and eventually haechan convinces her to let him in. when he pops his head out of the bathroom a few seconds later, he calmly says, "can someone get her another pair of underwear.... and a pad from under ahri's sink?" silence.................. and then panic. OH SHIT-- OH SHITTTTTT-- OKAY, OKAY! THIS IS NOT A DRILL! "i got the underwear!" "i'll grab the pads!" "i'll text ahri!" "i'll run to the store!!!" LMAO everyone's put into motion, meanwhile haechan closes the door and crouches down to look at reyna who's sitting on the edge of the tub, crying, while he explains what's going on, and that it's okay. doyoung knocks on the door and passes a pair of underwear, and johnny's behind him with a box of pads, and jungwoo's peeking over the shoulders in the hopes that he can be let in to comfort her too, but haechan shoos them away and continues to talk calmly to reyna. she feels comforted by what he has to say. even though it's early, haechan's been mentally preparing himself for this day for a longgggg time, so he knows exactly what to say to make her feel better, even to the point where she giggles as he wipes away her tears. "we'll be just outside if you need us, okay?" he asks after showing her how pads work. reyna nods. he steps out, and the boys silently wait in the hallway for a few minutes until they hear the toilet flush, the sink water runs, then the door opens. "you okay?" taeyong asks, patting her on the head. she nods and blushes, feeling awkward with how they're all just standing around her after what just happened-- but they're her dads.. they just want to help and make sure she's okay.

[atopvisenyashill]

they dragged peter dinklage for saying that fans were upset about the ending bc their favorite characters didn't win but he is 100% right 😭 the last two seasons are almost entirely about dany, even jon's parentage reveal is about her! her death is unsatisfactory but most people were expecting a happy ending with her or jon in the throne bc the general public doesn't really care about good writing

yeah i think the problem the ending gets soooo bad is because d&d were simply over it, im not saying they’re good at their jobs but i AM saying when they’re trying to put out a good project they put out something okay. there are some wonky adaptational changes right off the bat but overall s1 is p solid as a story. i started getting frustrated by like s3 but my grandpa, The Ultimate Casual Stan, was really grooving for a long ass while there because they were still trying in 4-6, even tho it was just getting abysmal. But by the end of 6, i think those two wanted to move on & instead of handing it over to someone who still had the energy to go another 5-6 seasons, they wanted the show to die with them & started pitching like 6 total more hours of story time for like SIX THOUSAND PAGES OF STORY. Narrowing it down in scope soooooooooo much means you have to choose one, MAYBE two or three people u want to focus on and FUCK the rest. but NOT ONLY did they narrow the scope severely, they also just started like, phoning it in. the weaker casting choices really started to stand out (🤷🏻) and they were not dedicated to adapting the story so much as getting it over with. the moment the refused to hand it over is the moment we were fucked. and even the casuals started going “this seems not as good as last season.”

so YEAH i do in fact think a lot of criticism is “my fave didn’t win” but it’s also like, did ANYONE’S fave win?? i think we ALL got fucked, personally, unless you were a huge bronn stan. but ALSO i DO think the general audience started expecting a happier ending. i think that’s a failure on the part d&d. casuals on the whole react very divided about bittersweet/bitter endings. imo earlier in the series’ life, a lot of casuals would have accepted a bittersweet ending - look at the excitement over ned’s execution, the red wedding, oberyn’s death, they LOVED to be shocked into a character trying and failing. if you’re good enough, you can lead the bulk of your audience by the hand to accepting a sad ending. d&d, by the end, were not good enough at this and that’s why no one likes it.

however this is not me shittalking peter dinklage, he is a PROFESSIONAL and i think once the scripts started to DIP he saw the writing on the wall of “this ending is going to make people so fucking mad” and he started dissociating in press. and he’s valid, who doesn’t see a shitshow at work coming and just dip emotionally?

[queenofnohr]

ruminating on shipping for a bit as i am now shipping Odeline with all 12 of the Ward

Back in the day shipping Was That Serious bc it was about loving a specific character and wanting people to associate my oc with that character, and if people weren't doing that than i wasn't doing my best in writing for them, commissioning enough art, etc. which was. a really really toxic mindset to have! and there was definitely a sense of possession/affection that went beyond the OC into the personal bc, again, the shipping was bc i really really liked a certain character.

I think with Odeline and the Ward is the reverse? I'm not shipping her with any particular member bc I love X npc with less than 5 minutes of screentime bc I love them soooooooooo much. Rather, I love Odeline a lot and I want to experiment with her in different kinds of relationships and in trying to build a relationship i gain a kind of deeper appreciation for the NPC im writing for? whether it's because i'm developing his character bc they all have none lore left beef, or because im staring their character model down and thus recognizing their charm points..........

Idk. I put a lot of work into Odeline's ships and they obviously bring me a lot of joy so i can get pretty hurt when people write them or myself off just because she has a lot of ships but mumumumumu. I'm def not possessive of any one of them? Rather I like the challenge of creating different flavors of relationship for a character while still maintaining individual identity........ To an extent this is what I did with Aias and his shards, too.

I guess rather than being like "ppl must like Odeline with all her guys" I guess I'd like people to treat them like dating game routes where they all offer different flavors. and if people look at even one and say "I love what is being cooked here" I'll be happy

[apologetic-artist]

Hey there Apolo! :) Noticed "The Scary Jokes" background and started to stim, I LOVE their music so much. Speaking of music.. I'm actually showing up to everyone's inboxes right now to ask about their taste in music? What kind of bands they might enjoy, OR EVEN GAME OSTS.. Anything! If you have anything you'd like to ramble about even if it applies to your little AU you most certainly should do that because I'm always eager to learn more about projects people are working on 🩷

By the way. I LOVE your story? I'm really excited to hear more about it so this is also just an excuse to get some information about it if you're willing to talk about it. Ramble as much as you want btw!! ILYSM /p Take care of yourself!

HI DOLL!! HIII!! :D

Oh yeah!! Music is so fun!! I actually really like talking about music despite not doing it much. Funny thing, The Scary Jokes banner that I have, I actually put it up for April Fools Day because of their album "April Fools" since it just made so much sense. I kept it there bc I just like how it looked. But yeah!! I also really enjoy their music, "Catabolic Seed" and "Apple Pie" are my current favorite songs from them. Anywaysies, as for some music that I enjoy, I really like the genre of Speedcore/Breakcore music. I somewhat categorize them in the same area since they're both very similar. Some of my favorite artists that use this medium are: MAILPUP, Nero's Day At Disneyland, Lapfox Trax/Halleylabs, BRN1NG BRAIN SOUND INDUSTRIES, and a few others. Some stuff that I enjoy in this genre is the chaotic nature of it, experimental style, the intensity in some parts(such as loud nonsensical noises), and it just makes me energized. As for other music artists I like when I feel like that I wanna switch it up are: Jack Stauber, Mr Floyd Larry, Lemon Demon, Mother Mother, Will Wood, FNaF music(honestly has some of the best music), and artists like Oliver Buckland. Honestly, I listen to a whole variety of music, like i also enjoy vaporwave and other ambient music. There's just a whole lot of stuff I like, but I'm still slightly picky with music, idk how to describe it if I'm being honest.

I might as well give you a few songs I like if you don't mind. Feel free to check it out if you want, no pressure :3

NAMx - Renard Queenston/Lapfox Trax (this song is pretty loud, just a heads up but it's really good :>)

Safe and Sound - Mr Floyd Larry

Reptile Crawling from the Forest - Nero's Day At Disneyland

Again, not forcing to listen to these, I just enjoy these songs

Okay, as for sneaky lil AU ramble, I'm gonna place it under a cut since this is a really long post buuuttttt I'll take any chance I get to talk about ze buggers :3

Soooooooooo there is just a lot to talk about, and it's hard to choose just one thing. However, I'm going to have to choose one thing, so let's go with talking about Mr. Lamp himself, Larry

Nobody really knows about Larry's past since he never talks about it or even mentions past family. He always just brushes it off and says something cheesy along the lines of "Well, y'all are my family!" Some of the ideas/theories the others have come up with is that Larry could've been dropped off at the house when he was a baby, not a real person, or just hasn't regained all his memories back. Let me back track for a sec, after the YT series came to an end, Lesley slowly started to become the one more in control and gave the teachers consciousness and their past memories back. So, it would make sense if Larry didn't receive all his memories, like it got lost in translation. Memories and past aside, it's always been an outlier among the teachers. It was a rushed out product to get the show on the road, being unfinished and always falling at the seams, literally. At the time of Larry being changed, it put up a lot of fight, waking up very often out of anesthesia and just being a very strong individual. Also, it was unsure if they wanted him to be a lamp or a lamb, and while rushing to get him done there was only half and half, so they practically "half-assed" (as others would put it) the job and rushed him out. This could also explain the unstable nature of the episode, the machine also ending up giving him shape-shifting nature. It's not a fan of this unstable nature, but it comes in handy most of the time, especially in a situation that is hard to get out of. In an argument? Turn into a mouse to scare the other away! Wanna sneak away? Turn into a fly! Need to burn down a city? Boom, dragon. So on so forth, you get the point. Larry in general is actually a very sweet person, always looking out for his found family and making sure everyone makes it out okay. Maybe a little too much at points since after the escape of Clayhill/The Rebellion, it was supposed to be one of the recovery patients but just made itself one of the caretakers instead since it "was fine" and could do everything itself but in the end did lean into that care. In general, he's a very interesting situation but is just trying to get by like all the others in the cycle.

There's definitely a lot more to talk about, such as pasts, Clayhill, currwnt relationships, character dynamics, the whole goody basket!! I really enjoy seeing you stop by and give a little check in, Doll. I'm glad to see you're interested in my projects! I enjoy creating them and writing these out for you and others to enjoy. Just thank you SO so much for stopping by! Always open for a chat. Ily2!!/p

[dumplingsjinson]

Okay. So. Um.

YEAH.

IDK. FUCK. WHAT IN THE SHIT JUST HAPPENED? I'm apparently not single anymore.

Let's just get on with it-

First stop: Photobooth. Nothing much happened here. (Gonna post the photo on my Insta story; asked him for his permission and he was like "That's fine.")

Second stop: Shopping centre. This was where things got a little interesting. We visited the Lego store his friend works at. Cat guy introduced me to his friend and him to me, and they started talking... And then his friend mentioned the BLACKPINK concert and how he missed it and that piqued my interest, and we started talking about the concert and everything, and then we go on talking about the TWICE concert as well. We were hitting it off quite well lolol. During all of that, cat guy was standing there like "Hello? Wtf?", all left out and shit (I feel so bad for that, but I was so excited to meet another BLACKPINK fan at the time kwjfewf.) Anyway, at one point, cat guy was like, "Okay, we're leaving. We'll come back soon."

(Spoiler: we don't go back. LMFAO.) We go to get lunch, walk around the shopping centre a bit... Then head straight to the car park. Thing is, the Lego shop was in like... Plain sight. I was waiting for him to take us back there, but he ignored it and we go to his car instead. I brought it up with him (once we were on the road), being all like, "Oh, weren't we supposed to go back for your friend at the Lego store?" and he was all like, "Oh, I forgot about that. We can go back next time".

SOOOOOOOOOO.

Me thinks someone's JEALOUS LKFNENWKF, but I could be wrong. Idk. I'm bad at reading signs. But he did seem a bit miffed when I was talking so animatedly to his friend about the concerts, sooo... Yeah.

We go back to his home.

(BTW, FINALLY MET HIS CAT. Mission accomplished!! And oh my God, she's the CUTEST THING EVER. She's so much smaller than I thought she would be and looked so soft and SFLKNWEKLFN I think I like his cat more than him AHAHAHA. (That's a joke btw, please don't cancel me-))

Stayed in his living room for a bit, then went up to his room to cuddle... And I'm there like, "Oh God. Do I talk to him now? Maybe I shouldn't. Maybe I'll chicken out." My heart was beating out of my chest, and I started getting in my head again, and he was asking me if everything was okay because I was moving around a lot (I was stressed tf out lmfao) so I was like "Okay fuck it, we need to talk to him whether we want to or not" so I'm like, "So... There is something I wanna talk about with you."

And... The talk happened. I asked him where his head's at; where he sees this going. I told him I liked how things are progressing, and I wanna see how things continue to go with us. I told him I didn't want to rush things, though, and that I wanted to take it slow (mainly because I didn't want to put pressure on him, since I didn't know if he wanted more when I was asking those questions). And amidst all of that, I... End up confessing to him.

Straight up out here being like "I... Really like you. I don't think I've ever liked anyone this much before." Spilling my guts out and baring my soul to him while hiding my face in his pillow and tacking on an "I'm so fucking embarrassed" at the end of my longwinded gut spilling session, while he was laughing and shit lweknflkewnf.

And God. At one point during the talk, he was like "I thought we were way past this point a long time ago" or some shit like that, and now I'm like... So he had the belief we've been a thing for quite a while I was here stressing the fuck out? Granted, he did update his Hinge profile, which lead us to having this talk a lot sooner than I thought we would in the first place, but at the same time, I'm giving him the benefit of the doubt for that one. Maybe he wanted to look for friends, and I'm solely basing that on one of the components of his Hinge profile, which I will not be showing lol. I didn't want to bring that up and look like I'm overanalysing everything, so I'm putting that past me lol. Done stressing about it.

(I paused all of my accounts when we parted and will probably casually tell him about it when we meet up next lol.)

Anyway, after that mfing mess of a confession, we cuddled some more. And then I was like... "Wait, so what are we?" because I'll be honest, I was still confused where we were at and wanted to clarify if we were exclusive (I didn't want to overthink it again and wanted clear answers), and he was straight up like:

"We're officially dating."

SO YEAH. AAHAHHAHAHHA.

Literally went from "I don't wanna rush into things and want to take things slow and see where this goes" to "We're together now, you dense piece of turd" in like less than 10 fucking minutes.

We cuddled even more, I'm telling him how much I like him, and he told me he likes me, too... And then it led into me being all vulnerable and shit (disgusting, right? How dare I-) and basically apologising to him for not messaging him a lot these days. I told him that I get really in my head when I like someone, and I feel like if I message them too much, I'm gonna annoy them. I told him I want to update him on trivial shit. I want to tell him things. But I end up holding myself back because I don't want to be overbearing. I told him I end up overthinking things and that leads me to not sending anything. I told him, "I don't want you thinking I'm uninterested, because I am. I like you a lot. Like fuck, I think about you a bit too much sometimes, you know?"

SO YEAH. JESUS. I think I deserve a medal for this courage lmao.

He ended up reassuring me and was like, "You can message me any time. Tell me about your day. I like when you do that, and I'll message you back when I can." (He reassured me again later on during the date, telling me how I can message him whenever, so that was really sweet of him.) So yeah... I promised him I'd spam him with Instagram reels, and also warned him about how I talk a lot over text, that's how I'm like with my friend, he's got a huge storm coming, and he was like, "And that's fine."

At one point, his sister's corgi (also the cutest thing ever) came into the room and came straight for me HAHA (I asked him if the corgi ever came into his room before and he was like "It's the first time this has happened" so I'm pretty sure it's because my monthly visitor was here and the corgi sensed that, which was why it came to me and didn't seem to want to leave me alone for at least 15-20 minutes. I read somewhere that's what cat and dogs do). It also peed on the floor so uh... Rip his carpet. 💀

Anyway, the corgi finally leaves, we get more cuddles in.

And UH. I guess it got a little steamy here? He was like... Kissing my neck and everything (prior to this, he was kissing my face and stroking my hair and all of the stuff he did during the last date) and AHAHAHA, when he stopped, I was all like "I like it when you kiss my neck" and this man... This man.

He took that as a sign (as he should) and kissed my neck even more, to the point where I thought he'd leave marks on my skin lmfao. Pulled the collar of my shirt back (I wasn't even wearing a turtle neck sweater this time so he was going DEEP lmao) AND AHAHA, when I say I was encouraging this behaviour by making all of these sweet little noises. I was sighing and moaning a little AND HE WAS TURNED ON BY THAT, LET ME TELL YOU THAT MUCH. (If him sporting something down there wasn't a sign-)

I was also holding onto the nape of his neck and everything; running my fingers through his hair; pulling him closer to me and tilting my head back for easier access and just letting whatever noise I wanted to make naturally fall out of my mouth and yeah... That definitely spurred him on. Had him all pressed up against me lmao.

(Fanfics have me LEARNING things.)

Tbh, I was lowkey worried he'd leave a mark there since he was just... Yeah, but he didn't so thank God. (But also, a part of me lowkey kinda wanted him to though ngl WELKFNEWKLNF, even though I'd have to hide it from my parents somehow lmao.

And well yeah, he was just being very affectionate like the last time, and held me so close to him and kept calling me cute (literally would not stop and I'd deny it and he'd be like "no, you're cute") and sweet and soft and saying I smelled good and wionlkwnef AHHHH I'M GONNA SCREAM. We kissed (cute lil pecks, just how I fucking love it) and all o' that.

We're about to leave for dinner, the corgi is circling me again and his dad had to step in and take the corgi before it left the house with me, because it kept following me around lmaooo. Kept sniffing my shoe and was preventing me from putting it on, so I was struggling for a hot minute, while cat guy just watched me struggle lmfao.

After dinner, I'm thinking we'd go back to his place (that was the plan) but his friend called and was like "Please come to the concert, we have a free ticket because our other friend couldn't make it" (that friend had called him about the concert before we went out for dinner and cat guy declined at first lol) so we ended up having to cut the date short so he could go to the concert because his friend really wanted him to go. He dropped me off and I hugged and kissed him before leaving BECAUSE THAT'S WHAT PEOPLE WHO ARE OFFICIALLY DATING DO, RIGHT?? WELKENEKLWFN.

IDK YOU TELL ME, DAMN.

So yeah. When I got on the train, he informed me that his friend's brother took his phone and said brother couldn't find his friend. That friend had his ticket, so he needed to come out to take cat guy into the venue... And he never came out (and apparently never replied to cat guy until after the concert) so that was a bit shitty. Cat guy ended up leaving after standing around outside, waiting for his friend.

So the date was cut short because of this guy, and I was lowkey saurrr disappointed because I though I could spend at least a few more hours with him before going home :((

SO YEAH. WHAT THE FUCK, MATE??

But yeah, basically that's what happened. And while driving me to the station to drop me off, he asked me when I was free next so... We'll be seeing each other pretty soon (in a little bit over a week or so?) so that makes up for it AHAH.

He messaged me and was like "We could've hung out a little bit longer :///" and "This entire thing made me so frustrated on the drive back home" welkfnewknf My poor guy :((((

So uhHHH, your girl is Taken, or some shit like that, idfk. At least I think I am HAHAHAHA, completely skipped the exclusive stage and went straight to "officially dating".

I'll probably stop with the updates lol, unless something significant happens. I'll probably make more prompts, too, but right now I need to sleep lmfao. SAUR TIRED.

(I already miss him and maybe I'll find the courage to tell him that later on, but right now... Nope. Lmfao.)

[readersandtumblers]

(Disclaimer, kidnapping, assault, physical violence, mention of abuse, cursing, is in this story please let me know if I missed anything!!!) (I couldn't find any pictures bc my volume button would get in the way sorry!!!)

Oh how you regretted going on the stupid mission. You started to dream about where and how you got to this place. you are known as the best of the best medical combat Soldier but you never really believed in that you weren't the best there will be people who is always going to be better than you all you could think of is you as their little war machine and only that. Over the years of being shut down during childhood you just thought that was okay, you were abused by your mother and father was no longer in the picture. So after all the torment of how you are disgraceful and ugly inside and out you started to wear a mask it was a black cloth mask with a pink flower on it it hid your face pretty well you had burn marks from your mother she smoked a lot and when angry she threw still lit cigarettes and ashtrays at you. You just learn over the years of being with your toxic family just to glue your mouth shut and don't talk your mother would often say "They don't want to hear you just or see you trust me when I say you are better off in your room rotting away."

So with that you just got used to it no one wanted you so you concealed yourself and isolated yourself you joined the military you NEVER EVER EVER EVER!!!!! Spoke not even a peek came out of you not even if they threatened for you to get kicked off the team or you went through extreme punishment. Eventually you just got transferred and transferred and transferred and transferred. During that you learned don't trust nobody they are just going to leave you in the end. All the work and I mean all the work got put on you as if to 'take one for the team!' and when they saw you slowing down no help they would just yell at you to keep pushing your weak ass pussy or something along the lines of that. Well one day you were helping out your 'friend' is what she called you, you're more like acquaintances her name was Sophie. She stabbed you in the back so many times but you didn't care she was the only 'friend' you had at the moment. So as a good friend would do you took one of her missions because 'she was soooooooooo exhausted from the previous mission'.

Well little did you know the task force 1-4-1 wanted you well they didn't really expect to get you all in all but it would be a goddamn blessing if they did. You had come into contact with every single one of them maybe not at the same time but still. And every single one you came into contact with was on different missions. You both exchanged fights and it kept coming to a tie before you both had to retreat. But the thing that really did it is when you started to fight Ghost, König, and Soap not at the same time though you would have definitely died FOR SURE you thought. Well the fight with soap wasn't too bad you both were evenly matched you got bruises scratches etc but never a direct hit but Soap really did like the challenge. Now Ghost was a different story, he was a total kick ass but you managed pretty well, you got shot in your abdomen and shot him in his right back but you both made it out alive. Now for könig he was pretty tall...maybe even too tall but you never thought of it and just focused on the battle you did end up getting shot in your rib you was only able to shoot him in his abdomen on the complete opposite side of Ghost he got shot a little bit more to the left of his abdomen while König got shot a little bit more to the right. But you both ended up making it out alive.

Fast forward to now you just got off the helicopter both injuries are still somewhat fresh. But pain is only a feeling so you don't pay too much attention. Well you were out in an abandoned town carefully scanning every single building the enemy team rigged bombs all over the town. So you sent your companion a Great dane, black coat, icy blue eyes, his name was soldier he definitely acted like one cold Big not very nice he was stronger bigger and better than and other military dog that is the way you trained him to be and he loved evey single second of it. So you sent him down to detect the bombs scattered around town then suddenly, gun fire is heard within the distance your captain ordered a retreat but when you went to call the Soldier in he was completely gone no were in sight the coms went haywire breaking up. You had trust and that damn dog it survived too many damn to give up now so you ran to the helicopter and whistled him over even though he wasn't there. Your head was pounding unable to even think properly the over exhaustion kicked in you heard the ringing noise that God awful ringing noise. You heard Soldiers barks you stopped dead in your tracks and looked back there was Soldier stuck in a damn root tangled up by the back left leg. You had a damn choice leave your damn dog that had been there thick and thin or save him. You turned back to them you ran towards the helicopter got on it and grabbed my rifle and sledgehammer and your handy pocket knife as it was taking off you jumped off the helicopter you ran as fast as you could to get to Soldier and when you got to him you started to cut at the root and free him as soon as you did you were running back to the helicopter your captain started screaming a retreat. As you ran as the only one not on the helicopter. You were about to get on the everything snapped you went back you fell on the ground the exhaustion from all the weeks but you spent there finally fucking kicked your ass. All you could hear was the very same captain that you trusted saying in the coms "LEAVE HER!!! FUCKIN HELL!!! she was just slowing us down!" The helicopter departed you they did into consciousness you knew what you were getting into, you shouldn't have trusted anyone but you still did that was your mistake never again... You were thrown over the shoulder. You could hear a deep probably voice saying "fuckin bloody hell... Someone's going to shit their pants." They chuckled from their belly as they started to walk.

(hello reader I just wanted to say this is my first time posting content on here so I really hope you like it!!!)