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dykemerrilll · 6 months

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re lrb in any case to me astarion’s arc is less about regaining agency than becoming aware that he already has it and has to act like that. there's a distinction between agency as a material fact, ie having the ability in theory to make your own decisions and act on your desires, and the awareness of having that agency.

i'm no psychologist, but in my experience one of the most helpful steps in recovering from mental illness has been the awareness of my own agency ─ yes, sometimes I feel as though my life is completely run by my intrusive thoughts, but invariably getting out of that place has involved a recognition that ultimately, I am the one in control of my thoughts and I have the agency to work through them. that doesn't mean that it isn't hard, or time-consuming, and sometimes I don't succeed in the way I'd like, but nonetheless the ability to at least try is and always has been in my power.

in baldur's gate 3, your companions appear with varying degrees of agency (aside, obviously, from the tadpole they all share). they range from gale, whose current situation physically and magically restricts him but who at that moment in time doesn't have many other immediate restrictions on his day-to-day actions, to wyll, whose every move is watched by his abusive warlck patron.

nonetheless, your companions benefit from being shown that they not only could have agency at some point in the future, if they break their pact/shar's curse/free cazador/free orpheus/fix the infernal engine/get the crown of karsus, but they have agency now and must therefore use it responsibly. wyll is already to some degree aware of this, i think, even if it's only because he is so morally forthright ─ he's one of your companions who remains actively trapped by their abuser during the game, yet he refuses to kill karlach because he knows that would be wrong. even within his severely limited circumstances, he makes a choice, he demonstrates agency. in the shadowfell, shadowheart ─ a cult victim subjected to extreme psychological and religious abuse ─ has the choice whether or not to kill aylin, and can make it either way.

astarion, at the point at which you meet him, has just been given freedom for the first time in, essentially, his life. it's no surprise that he doesn't know what to do with thise newfound agency, and doesn't recognise it for what it is, given that he literally cannot remember ever having control over his own life. that's deeply tragic, but it doesn't erase the fact that he has control over the things he does during the game. those actions (for example, given i am still talking about that last rb, talking about the children he kidnapped and gave to cazador as though they were nothing), are things he has agency over and is responsible for. nonetheless, he acts as though he does not, lurching from one attempt to gain power to another (killing the druids to suggesting you use whatever's in moonrise to your advantage), because his own self-perception as someone completely powerless is so overwhelming. he must accrue power because that is the only way he can make sure he's safe and can never be hurt again. it's just that that self-perception is not completely accurate, he does have agency; if he makes choices that result in moral wrongs, those moral wrongs are his to bear.

i'm not getting at astarion here, I don't mean to imply that he's at fault for this attitude. it is, obviously, the natural response to 200 years of enslavement and abuse. kind of the whole point of the game, of all of your companions' quests, is that if people are hurt and abused often they will feel as though their only avenue towards power is to do the same to others. but being severely traumatised doesn't make his behaviour okay; he doesn't get a free pass to do whatever he wants because of cazador. you can like him, literally who am i to say otherwise (i like him too!), but don't just excuse everything he does or get rid of the most interesting parts of his character because you're unwilling to grapple with the fact that as it stands in the game, he's morally incredibly complex.

i think there's a tendency to assume that a character either must or must not have agency, and to present it as a binary, because for some reason it's used as a shorthand for moral culpability, when in reality the relationship between agency and culpability is significantly more complicated. i haven't really been getting into coerced choices here because that's a whole other kettle of fish (though i will give the necessary disclaimer that my stance on this is quite clearly influenced by the fact that deep down i'm a bit of a virtue ethicist). nonetheless, while this is my pop philosophy take and i'm not trying to impose this overall moral framework on people, i think it's pretty reasonable to say that lack of agency does not mean that what you did was not wrong.

implying that astarion is at fault here would be indicative of the very attitude I am trying to oppose ─ the idea that people either have agency or don't, and if they do bad things with agency they are evil, but if they don't have agency they are victims. astarion is both ─ he is the victim of horrendous, harrowing trauma and yet he has done bad things and in fact visited that same trauma upon other people. there's no escaping this, and i think it would be bad for astarion to just brush everything he did for cazador under the rug because he did it for cazador. he still did those things ─ he might not be culpable, i do not think he can be considered as such, but there's no way you go through all of that and don't feel guilty for it.

notably, if shadowheart kills aylin and wyll kills karlach (if he can? i actually don't even know if he can do that, but hypothetically), they are still responsible for that action and it was still morally wrong. they have to deal with that: part of dealing with it can be to recognise the coercion they were subject to, but the fact that they lacked agency doesn't just erase the wrong or mean it was never wrong in the first place. likewise, astarion becoming the ascended vampire is still obviously a terrible thing to happen for him and everyone else, and is in no way justified just because it might finally give him the sense of safety and control he craves. the whole point of that moment is that even when he is being retraumatised, when he has returned to the place and person that hurt him, astarion has the capacity to choose, and to choose the right thing. acting as though his trauma means he has absolutely no agency whatsoever and so never has to address the fact that he can, at various points, greatly fuck up, just removes one of the biggest themes of his whole character.

tldr: astarion has agency, one of his greatest challenges is realising that he does and that he must use it responsibly, and acting as though that is not the case does a disservice to his character and the story it is trying to tell. also it is deeply deeply boring. the end.

#bg3 #i logged into tumblr on my laptop to type this out instead of learning how to use a pivot table #hence the abrupt change in capitalising I #i keep going on about this because it's a general attitude towards trauma and mental illness that drives me completely up the wall #yes life is hard yeah you gotta take steps to make that better #yeah thats tricky. sorry. gotta be done though #anyway i could literally talk about this all day like. gale or lae'zel and agency is a WHOLE thing and i could rant about those two for day #but this is getting too long as it is #also obligatory disclaimer that this is in no way a commentary on anyone's gameplay #im not trying to do a 'omg if u ascend astarion you're a terrible horrible person forever' or anything #i think it's great and fun that you can do that and explore his character that way #this is directed at people who just try to make him like uwu traumatised little baby who has never had any agency ever #in his whole entire life #and so cannot be morally responsible for any action he has ever taken

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gaycatastrophe · 7 months

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okay but imagine if before going to the murder tribunal astarionmance resisting!durge went with astarion to cazador’s mansion and then failed to stop the ritual. after all of that. after getting their brain scrambled enough to separate the urge from their sense of self. after mutually tripping and falling over backwards in love with the one person who has a chance at understanding what durge is going through. losing control and trying to kill him once already. successfully making it through that night for him to reaffirm this isnt them, they can fight it……………all to lose him forever to his own Father.

durge would go mad with grief and probably would choose to usurp orin just driven by blinding need for revenge on cazador. whoof

#bg3 spoilers #disclaimer i havent actually played either of these quests yet. im trying to decide if i want to deal with orin or cazador next actually #im trying to think about what Worst ending would look like and i think its this #thats her emotional support vampire boyfriend #and the only person she can remember ever loving #i do hc morri and gortash were together but #its not that she loved him its that he fascinated her. two faced charismatic populist dictator who just completely unironically likes her #*dictator wannabe #at her most ruthless. and morri is a calculating even machiavellian kind of brutal #that gortash would totally have a hard on for #so it was more like he became a people pleasing little pup around her and she wanted to see him on a leash #like me when im like ‘ough i need to put him in a bug jar’#anyway. what was i saying #oh yeah morri’d lose his fucking mind if astarion died #the only winner in that scenario would be bhaal #literally love fucking loses. destiel ending.#oh but she still saves the day so see its still a good ending (sarcasm) (destiel ending)

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gavis-bettel · 2 years

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ok but i have never seen a google docs receipts/c4ll0ut that wasnt at least 30% the stupidest god damn shit ive ever seen someone make up

#yes this is about the current... fiasco.#like yeah supporting h. p in this day and age when it is extremely common knowledge just how bad The Author is can lead you to a pretty #solid conclusion. thats valid in this case.#maybe not calling them a full on t3rf but they are at least apathetic towards tr ans ppl enough that it doesnt bother them #not that thats excusable either and it absolutely might be related to the way that t/er/fs can get away with as much as they do on this site #but i wouldnt go slapping that label on someone without knowing their exact po/litics slash opinions you know?#the um. Historical References in a.ot are not quite so widely known so i think that ones a stretch on the other hand #i think its not too hard to believe that someone whos in that fandom and doesnt see much from people who are in the venn diagram of both #anime and social just1c3/act1v1sm might have that stuff go over their head especially if theyre not that far into the story #disclaimer i do not know if the person in question is this is purely hypothetical but basically im saying its probably a bit of a stretch #to call this person a full on fucking n*zi for being a fan of this One Thing that was at one point the biggest anime on tumblr #however the thing that made me make this post was the zero brain cell take of calling someone a p*******e for drawing ag3d u p child #characters for sh1p art. i saw it. it was two characters standing next to each other. calling someone a literal fucking p3d0 for that is #completely fucking insane. a 100% nonsexual drawing of two characters Just Standing There.#especially when one character canonically has a crush on the other like? am i getting this right?#it makes you a P3D0PH1L3 to see a ch1ld character with a crush on a classmate and think #oh thats cute what if they were a little older and she liked him back? ill draw them standing together blushing #like the first two accusations were already blowing things way out of proportion in my opinion but that last one turns this from #'okay its a little bit of a stretch but i can see your thought process' to 'you straight up made this up based on absolutely nothing #bc you wanted to make them seem like an even worse person than the stuff they actually did do implies so you pulled out the p word card'#this is like. rabid twitter teen behavior lmao and i dont think ive seen the post that got all this started #but if they made those same three accusations then yes that is absolutely h4ra55ment and should be grounds for deletion imo #if it wasnt then it was definitely an overreaction by 5t4ff but given the years of hatred theyve gotten and the fact that tu/mb/lr users do #tend to just believe c4ll0uts like this without looking into it themselves and forming their own opinions and also dogpiling on ppl #i think that regardless of how much of it was true and how much was jumping to conclusions or straight up untrue #a c4ll0ut is generally seen as an invitation to h4r4ss the person in question so. its kind of tough to say what the right call might have #been esp since any attempt at addressing it would be seen as defending the aforementioned ideologies/actions regardless of #whether or not theyre actually not true #from the Zero Brain Cell crowd at least and those are the ones who are dogpiling regardless #star emoji

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trumpet-trumpet-ii · 1 year

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man ill say it cause no one else will, fuck this gayass job anyway

#disclaimer blah blah the feedback we got was actually useful #but man i hate it when we almost start crying at work 2 days in a row. be nice to my host hes literally just a little guy #will i step in to fix anything? no. cause fuck this gayass job. but ill still complain about it #everyones taking it so seriouslyyyy and yeah i know thats a good thing but cmon… lets get some perspective. fuck it #if it were up to me wed already be in trade school already. so dont point fingers at me! not my fault! i wanna change peoples oil for money #let me cohost and we will become a mechanic in 1 years time. trust.#good thing im around to force these people to have fun and not give a fuck

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chisatowo · 2 years

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Ok so now that the sekai unit swap au has all its swaps more or less let in stone, ig I should actually list em out now uhh

25ji -> l/n

Mmj -> vbs

Vbs -> 25ji

L/n -> wxs

Wxs -> mmj

#rat rambles #sekai posting #unit swap au #the last two are basically solely because of process of emimination lol I have very very little ideas for either #my only thing is that nene and shizuku will probably have tied together backstories #Ill figure stuff out for them eventually but rn the first three are my main interests #I should figure out the other two though for the sake of cross group dynamics #mainly I wanna get rui nene and honomi figured out #but I dont have a lot of ideas for them yet which makes sense as I havent read their stories yet dhdnhdkdh #Ill probably get more ideas once I do Im sure theres stuff to work with with both concepts #Im mainly worried abt l/n I feel like they could have a lot of potential but they could also just like. not. its hard for me to say rn #I hope their story gives me stuff to work with lol #but yeah obligitory disclaimer that my swap aus arent one to one swaps blah blah blah #so far I dont have anything as extreme as some of the band swap au cast but thats prone to change Im sure dhdjdhdj #lets just hope I dont kasumi some poor soul again lol

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amarthine · 2 months

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୨ᰍ sypnosis. beach day w the main four ! — going to the beach with them.

disclaimers. light swearing, suggestive content.

notes. ugh just got swarmed with tons of homework :( + two upcoming ken fics !

eric cartman.

literally like a guard dog.

everytime he sees someone staring at you for two seconds too long he takes it into account, and attacks them with insults. because as he puts it, the view is only for his eyes.

is drooling all over you but hides it, stares holes into the back of your head, and other places.

besides that he treats you as usual, but with his own kind of attention—such as calling you pretty, his queen. etc. [ im sorry i cant help but make cartman a mix of a bastard and simp ]

asked you to put sunscreen on him, mostly just chills on the beach instead of actually swimming.

sort of follows around everywhere you go when hes not sitting down.

falls asleep while hes laying on the beach chair and and gets a sunburn, is crying to you the next day how much it burns.

screams when he sees his skin peels.

back to the actual beach part, he always holds your hand, even when laying down, as long as your beside or near him at least.

is mean to almost everyone there, especially if their “in his way.”

kenny mccormick.

is all over you, never lets you get even a breath of space.

opposite of cartman, and actually begs you to swim with him.

lets be honest, hes putting his face in your chest, no matter how small or big they are, he just loves em’

doesn’t even mind when other people are looking at you, he loves showing you off because he loves showing other people what they can’t get.

swipes drinks off the bar when other people aren’t looking.

if someone flirts with you or him, he makes it very clear that he is not interested, and if your the one being flirted with he is standing right behind you.

although, if your not able enough to stand up for that, he’ll gladly deal with it for you.

he loves swimming but if you offer to lay down with him, he’ll pass on swimming, just the feeling of being with you is much more of a rewarding feeling then feeling the hot sunlight on him and cold waters.

brings a bunch of convenience store snacks so you don’t have to buy any of the ones they serve there.

calls you his belladonna

kyle broflovski.

brings tons of things, a canopy, chairs, snacks, sunscreen, etc.

insists on putting on sunscreen, puts it on you aswell : ]

even if he is a pretty pale guy.

carries you almost everywhere, he treats you especially special because he doesn’t want you to lift a finger or worry your pretty little head.

is in between, hes fine with swimming and chilling, its up to you.

a bit off topic but he loves when you call him pretty boy, it can get him to do anything, just something i wanted to point out.

if you just so happen to praise him for being so helpful, or taking cafe of you the entire day, he acts as if its not that big of a deal. As humbly as possible.

swimming with him is fun because i feel hes a bit competitive with it. he tries to swim all super far away.

remember that episode where the waterpark floods with pee? yeah, thats what terrifies him.

that takes him a while to get in the water.

stan marsh.

frankly; was not his idea to go to the beach, but once he goes he’s running straight to the water.

the type to hold his breath under water just because.

probably falls asleep when he does lay down after all the running and swimming, or shoves food down his throat.

after his nap wakes up with sand in his mouth and freaks the fuck out.

doesn’t even try to hide it, he straight up swipes drinks off the bar and if someone mentions anything—he doesn’t even spare them a glance.

brings one of the digital cameras and takes photos of you two.

got chased by a dog.

forgets that sunscreen exists and gets sunburned terribly.

as soon as he gets home he tapes the photos on his walls.

mostly a chill guy at the beach.

#jujuupdated. ഒ #south park x reader #south park #x reader #eric cartman x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #stan marsh x reader

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blvel4goon · 4 months

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Peter Parker x Top male reader

This is my first ever work so please..forgive me if its bad!!

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Disclaimer: NSFW,minors and f!readers dni!

TW: blowjobs,jerking off?? And its really short,Idk what the fuck

In the heart of New York City, the cold air enveloped New York city as Peter made his way through the familiar streets where he played as a child with his best friend M/N who he had a crush on..and a strong desire to fuck him...The weight of his textbooks in his backpack only reminded him of the study session that he agreed on.

Navigating the dimly lit stairwell of M/N's apartment building, Peter approched his best friend's door with a mixture of anticipation and nervous energy...he didn't want anything to go wrong..and he certainly didn't want to embarrass himself infront of M/N. The thruth is that he had a crush on his friend for a really long time,but was too scared to talk about it with him.As he reached the final steps,the worn sole of his shoe caught on and uneven edge,causig him to trip and fall a couple of steps down. The door swung open, reaveling M/N who got scared of the loud noise and decided to check what was that about..

"Gosh..you scared me Parker,you good?" M/N helped him get up of the stairs and help him into his apartment.

"Yeah,yeah, just a little..stumble on the stair. No big deal"

Peter,sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as he smiled awkwardly.

"Spider-Man stumbling on stairs? That's a headline i never thought i'd see."..Peter's face got ever reder if thats even possible.

,,W-well,all superheroes have their c-clumsy moments..right?''

M/N,still laughing: "Totally.Come on in, Spidey. Wathc out for the floor or you might trip over nothing again" Parker,with a shy smmile: "Noted..i'll try to stick to swinging from buildings next time"

After a focused study session where peter couldn't concentrate,only thinking about his friend and how badly he wanted him in this moment. M/N closed the textbook with a decisive thud. He suggested to go to his room with a warm smile that Peter could melt from. M/N lead Parker away from the living room towards the sanctuary of his room.

As they continued chatting about everything and nothing, Peter found himself stealing glances at M/N when he thought the other wasn't looking. He marveled at the curve of his friend's smile and thr way his muscles flexed everytime he moved, he felt himself getting more and more turn on by his best friend. M/N,raising an eyebrow with a playful smirk:"Hey,dude, you've been staring at me a lot tonight. What's going on? You nervous or something?"

Peter stammering as always: "N-nervous? No,no,not at all. Just lost in the thoughts. Thinking about you know..s-scoence stuff?"

M/N moved closer teasingly: "Science stuff,huh? You sure it's not more like..Me stuff?" Peter tried to help himself from this embarrassing situation: "W-what? No! I mean..yes! Youre my b-best friend,but its just..nothing don't worry!" He could feel his face getting reder and a bulge forming in his pjama pants but quickly covered himself with a blanket.

"Okay, seriously Pete! You can tell me anything" M/N grabbed him by his thighs..sending a shiver up to his aching member.

Peter tried not to make any sounds, trying not to alarm his best friend of anything. "A-alright,fine..it's just..i've been thinking about you a lot lately..about us..h-how close we are,and maybe it's just me overthinking,b-but.."

"but what?" M/N smirked, hearing his best friend like that really turned him on,all frustered and whimpery. He got closer to Peter..he sat between peters legs..slightly spreeding them apart as he saw the bulge in Parkers pants.

Peter's eyes widen open,he felt the touch of M/N's hands on his toned body..traveling up to the waistband of his pants:"w-what..are you d-"

His sentence was cut short by his own moan as M/N took his cock into his hand..long and slow strokes followed by Peters whimpers and heavy breathing.

"I like you too Parker,and i can see..that you like me too" M/N looked down at his bestfriend's cock..throbbing in the palm of his hand as he teased the head. Peter could only moan and gasp for air as M/N toyed with his sensitive member.

"i c-can't..please M/N.." His bestfriend only smirked..his lips met Peters in a hungry and passionate kiss. "You like it spidey?When i play with it like that?" M/N teased, kissing Peter's neck while stroking his cock faster.

"f-fuck..yes,yes i love it please-" Parker started moving his hips, trying to get more friction.

M/N suddenly went down on Peter..licking the slit with his tongue before taking his cock down his throat..it made him gag a little but he wanted to listen to these moans.

"a-AAH-..M/N..fuck!" Parker moaned loudly..his legs shaking as his bestfriend bobbed his head up and down on his member..his fingers found their way into M/N's hair..gripping them softly. M/N's skilled tongue teased Peters shaft..making him moan ever more,he could feel his orgams building up as he thrusted his hips into M/N's throat.

"f-fuck- ahh..im g-gonna cuuum!" Peter's body shuddered as he felt M/N's moans aroud this cock. He pulled Peter's member out of his mouth..and started stroking it again.."f-fuck! Pete,you made me tear up..i like it" He smirked as he teased Pete's dick some more before he came on M/N's face..legs shaking and his eyes rolling back in his head. "Ahh- O-h my god..t-too much!" Parker cried out as his swollen cock twitched in M/N's hand..

"Good job Peter..but were not done yet..."

#top male reader #dom male reader #male reader #andrew garfield x male reader #peter parker x male reader #spiderman x male reader #peter parker #spiderman #peter parker smut #spiderman smut #andrew garfield #andrew garfield smut #the amazing spider man #marvel #marvel x male reader

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arourasolo · 3 months

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okay, HEAR ME OUT whiny chan. ik that he’s usually the dominate one but i could imagine his channie side coming out and him being so whiny n stuff while ur jerking and sucking him off

WHINY CHAN MAKES ME SO UGH!!! I started thinking about this when my friend who was just on the other side of the wall to where I has been was working out and let out a weak and exasperated whimper, I was like "THATS WHAT ANON MEANT!!" and grabbed my computer and started writing. I'm thinking that sexually frustrated and overall tired Channie. SORRY IF THIS IS SHITTY OR NOT GRAMMATICALLY ACCURATE I'M DUMB <3 CONTENT WARNING: Smut, jerking off, cum swallowing, sucking off, swears, pet names & nicknames (baby, babe, sweetie, my love), degrading (a little bit), oral (m. receiving), orgasm, handjob, I think that's everything.

GENERAL INFO: established relationship, roommates, reader's features and name are not mentioned or only gently mentioned <3

DISCLAIMER: This story is purely FICTION. It is not a depiction of persons living or dead. I am by no means saying that any of this could/should/would happen to anyone, nor am I saying that these people could/should/would do these things. It's basically a faceclaim for a fictional person when I mention celebs, etc. It's called FAN FICTION because I am the fan writing fiction. Never take anything I write seriously. THANK YOU

This one's kinda short because I'm a failure I rushed it, but at least its content. Enjoy.

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

BANG CHAN SMUT - Hands aren't enough. word count: 689

"Fuck..." Chan groans quietly after he finishes himself on his hands.

You were home with him and able to help him get off, sure, but you were sitting at your computer working so much that he didn't get attention from you. He wanted to get off though,e so he took matters into his own hands.

Literally.

He exits the bathroom after a minute and walks into your shared bedroom, only wearing a pair of shorts and no shirt. His chest glistened with sweat as he walks in and lays on the bed, his hard still visible in his pants.

You turn in your rotating office chair to see Chan laying there, looking like a sweaty, tired, frustrated and extremely attractive mess. You notice the bulge in his pants quickly, shutting your computer and clicking your tongue. You sit beside him on the edge of the mattress with an amused smile.

"What's wrong, Channie? Your hands not as good as mine?" You ask with a sarcastic tone.

He only nods his head and lets out a weak hum in response.

"Mm...yeah..." is all he can make out. You chuckle lightly before you slide off the bed to kneel in front of him. He looks down at you, a small smile forming on his pouty lips.

It's not even a few minutes later that you have him practically crying while you slide your hands painfully slowly up and down his shaft.

"Fuck...baby, don't do this...please..." He whimpers, tears pricking the edges of his beautiful eyes.

You smirk up at him, his perfect and handsome features twisted into a face of pleasure and agony at the same time.

"Not yet...don't cum yet sweetie." You say with a smug smile.

You can feel his cock twitch in your palms, his tip an angry red as he's trying his hardest not to give in and let out messy cries and let himself cum. You press your tongue to his tip, taking about a third of his length into your mouth. He can't handle this much teasing. He lets out a louder cry.

"Ah! Baby please...please can I..." He tries to speak between moans and whines. His forehead glistens with sweat, his eyes screwed shut while his puffy lips hang slightly open.

"What a needy boy...crying because his hands weren't as good as mine. You couldn't even make yourself cum, could you?" You ask condescendingly while you take your mouth off his cock, quickly moving your hands up and down it again, then slowing down in an excruciating pattern.

He nods frantically, his hands gripping anything and everything around him. He grabs the bedsheets with a cry.

"N-no...no!" He whimpers again. "No I couldn't...I can't do it like you. Please just let me finish, stop this shit. I need you. Please, my love, please."

His begs are weak and desperate sounding as his breaths are heavy. His whines such music to your ears. You can't keep him in this torturous position for much longer.

You chuckle softly, now keeping your pace on his rock hard dick. "You can't do anything, can you? Pathetic. Just cum then, cum for me and show me how much you love this."

You take him fully in your mouth, his cock twitching in your tight throat as he reaches down and grabs your hair. He bobs you up and down, jerking his hips here and there. In no time at all, you feel the familiar feeling of his warm cum run down your tongue while you hear his desperate moans of pure pleasure. You swallow as much as you can, sliding your lips down him and puckering your lips against his tip, resulting in a pop! as you smirk up at him.

His chest rises and falls in uneven and harsh breaths, his hands still gripping onto the sheets and duvet as if his life depended on it. His eyes open slightly, looking up at you with a soft sigh while you lean over the bed in front of him.

"Oh Channie. If you needed me you could've just told me. What do you need now? Need my pussy?"

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chiiyuuvv · 4 months

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CANDY NCT DREAM PRANK RIIZE VER!

So like we all know that candy meme right? Right. So yeah wanted to turn this into a little texting au bc ive seen lots of ppl say they "wanted to get a date just to break up with them with this song" and while thats funny i find that too harsh.. SO decided to turn into a little prank enjoy 😚

• TAGLIST — @soul-is-a-strange-kid , @starryriize , @cake1box , @riizeaus (welcome!) , @mxlly143 (welcome!) , @babigriin

Disclaimer!! This is obviously not real and this is my first time doing text message things so cut me some slack 😒

MASTERLIST! – JOIN THE TAGLIST!

SHOTARO ☆

EUNSEOK ☆

SUNGCHAN ☆

WONBIN ☆

SEUNGHAN ☆

SOHEE ☆

ANTON ☆

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lilmashae · 4 months

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jealous sungchan fucking you into oblivion!! thats it.

"fuck baby, i dont want to see you ever talk to him again, understand?"

i'm sorry this took SO long | 18+, implied overstimulation | j.sc x f!reader

working as a barista at the small cafe on your campus, of course you had regulars, one in particular — always there close to closing time.

sure, you'd tell your boyfriend about customers: the girl who could never decide what she wanted — always ordering something new, asking for suggestions, or the middle aged professor with a usual order, sitting stark in the corner grading papers, or perhaps your favorite of all... a darkhaired man by the name of wonbin, a student at the school, always adorned in comfortably stylish clothing who'd always flirt with you — his fingers purposefully brushing your own as you handed off his drink.

and sungchan would always listen. a playful comment here and there, nodding along as you spoke about say the extravagant order of a customer... whenever you brought wonbin up, he'd brush it off, chuckling along with you.

however, hearing and seeing were two different things — and watching the man smile at you so sweetly, grazing your fingers, and laughing with you as he placed his order/got his drink made jealously bubble up within him.

"y/n!" he called out to you, walking in through the doors. "you're closing soon, right? let me take you home, baby."

"yeah, sure... just let me finish up, okay?"

everything was fine, or so you thought — the car ride to your apartment was unusually silent, however, you didn't think anything of it. maybe sungchan's tired — you were too. that was until he broke the silence. "so, who was that?" hand tight on the steering wheel as you two pulled in. "ah, that was wonbin. the regular, you remember, right?" he nodded with his bottom lip tucked tightly between his teeth, "right... so," he glances over at you. "he likes you? i mean, he was smiling awfully hard."

"i don't know, maybe? he's always smiling when he comes in."

"probably because he likes you." he scoffs underneath his breath. "what's that?" you weren't expecting such a straight answer, "he wants to fuck you." sungchan deadpans, and suddenly you know what your in for.

"mmm... s-sungchan!" who knew he could get so jealous? so jealous he couldn't even wait for you two to get inside of your apartment before bending you over and bullying his fat cock into your heat, stretching you wide. "you think he could do this? hm, baby? ahhh, fuck i don't ever want to see you talk to him again, hear me?" each thrust was rougher than the last, not that you were complaining.

but as if you could hear him — between the slick sounds and the brain-numbing feeling spreading across your body, you could care less. "mhm, mhm! w-won't talk... fuck! won't talk to him anymore, promise..." the way his dick perfectly hit that soft spongy spot deep inside of you, you had totally forgotten about wonbin (and that he was a customer, someone you had to talk to). you clenched tighter around him with each drag of his cock in your gummy walls. arousal pooling at the base of his length as the knot in your stomach came closer to unraveling. "you're mine, right, princess?"

"y-yours!"

jealous!boyfie sungchan who cums inside of you so much, claiming that your flirtatious customer could never make you feel as good. and you know he's right!

jealous!boyfie sungchan who sits in the cafe's corner staring daggers into wonbin or any other customer he thinks likes you a little too much!

guidelines and disclaimers | this had a good story line but i think i lost it when i started rushing, so sorry ! ^^

#lil-ma-shae #riize smut #riize x reader #sungchan riize #riize hard hours #sungchan #sungchan smut

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clemscabin · 4 months

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Dom!Abby x Reader : Abby eats you out until you cum …

warnings: Slight Sadomasochism, forced stimulation, degredation, Hate-sex, fingering

*disclaimer* this is like the third smut fic ive ever wrote so erm it might be a little bad! anyway if you want to skip directly to the porn look for the ‘‼️‼️‼️’ ! leave suggestions and enjoy

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It was the brisk morning of april 12th. You were walking alone in the mountains of what used to be the quiet, dainty town of los osos, California. You were on the road for 3 weeks, travelling from seattle to the coast. Trying to find the people who the WLF had made some sort of weird deal with. it wasnt easy, you were supposed to be traveling with someone, but you felt like you didnt need her. you could handle a mission on your own, right?

what irked you more was that your almost-was partner was your competitor. Abby Anderson. she’d been nice to you, she considered you two to be close, but youd eventually had grown jealous of her. her physique, her skillful way of getting the job done, her attractiveness.. yet still, even in your jealousy, something made you wish you could…was it be like her? be with her? be friends with her? honestly you didnt know and you could care less. she was the least of your problems.the leaves crunched underneath your boots, but then suddenly you heard a noise which made you stop dead in your tracks. “What the fuck made that noise?” you thought to yourself, slightly intimidated. You turned around to see a tall woman with a bulky figure and a leather coat, staring back down at you. you jumped back, not expecting someone to be behind you, but a wave of relief washed over you as you realized it was just Abby.

“Suprise”, said a low voice. “What the fuck Abby you scared me half to death?” “Sorry bout’ that , i didnt mean ta’ scare you.” she said with a laugh. “Whatever lets just get this shit over with.” you huffed. you hated her, hated the way she followed you, hated her smile, hated the way she stood behind you like some kind of bodygaurd. she practically towered over you. you needed to get it out of your system, you needed to desperately. you wanted to fuck her, but not nescesarily in a loving way, you wanted it to hurt. deep down you knew it was wrong to feel that way, she just made you angry. shed always been loyal and kind, maybe thats the reason you were still somehow drawn to her.

You walked with her for ages, talking about all sorts of things, from the mission, to your love life, until you stumbled upon a few houses just around the top of the mountains. “Its getting kinda late, why dont we stay here? just for tonight, well be back on the road by morning.” Abby asked, her Greenish-blue eyes looking you up and down, before meeting her eyes with yours and smiling gently. “Yeah sure..whatever..” You replied, desperately trying to ignore the cocky smile on her face.

Abby knew something was wrong. she couldnt quite figure out what it was? was it because she came anyway? Nah, she knew youd eventually need her. you both stepped inside one of the houses, making sure it was clear for the night. inside there was a living room, a bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom. kinda wimpy for a house but nonetheless it was better than nothing. You sat on the couch while abby took off her bulky jacket, revealing a almost see through white tank top. it flattered her muscular body perfectly. You felt your cheeks heat up, and started squirming, trying to adjust yourself without her noticing. But of course she noticed.

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��Whats wrong, sweetheart…” she said calmly. “are you tired…? or do you just want sm’more?” she giggled. You tried to laugh it off but she sat next to you, grabbing on your thighs subconsciously, which just made you feel horny. You let out a sigh, thinking to yourself if you were really about to let her fuck you as if you were some sort of prostitute. yeah you totally were. A shiver ran down your spine as her cold hands traced over your thighs, your body yearned for her touch. “Lets make this quick, what do you say princess.?” She said in a low, raspy voice. You didnt wanna wait anymore, eagerly ripping your clothes off. itd been way too long since youd been touched, and maybe a hate fuck was what you needed?

She parted your thighs, removing your underwear which exposed your throbbing cunt. She could practically smell your exitement. Taking one finger and in one swoop, grazing over your heat. you Gasped, looking down at Abby, who just as you made eye contact buried her face into your sopping wet pussy. Her skilled tounge Lapping ferociously at your clit, Brought you close in a matter of seconds. just as you were about to finish she pulled away, a string of spit connecting the two to eachother. “Whyd you stop?” She glared up at you. “Stop fucking squiriming, Slut.” She grappled at your thighs holding them still, and immediately went back to eating you out. You felt tears well up in your eyes, you grabbed her hair, shoving her face even deeper, and grinding on her , desperate for any friction you could get. Her muffled grunts becoming more intense and focused as she inserted 2 fingers inside of your aching hole. “ahah..a-bby..” was all you managed to get out. you felt your orgasm approaching rapidly, Bucking your hips up, crying out for her to keep going. “Hnh…f-faster…a-ab-by..m’gonna cum…”

She looked up for a moment at the mess she was able to create, huffing under her breath, “fucking whore. cant get enough.” and diving back down, her tounge swirling on your sensitive bud. Your high hit you like a ton of bricks, and you came all over her face, exhausted. but she didnt stop, she kept going, forcing you to take the rest of her rough licking, riding out your orgasm. when she finally stopped she made eye contact with you and licked your juices off her fingers, and kissing you, forcing you to taste yourself. “good job princess… you did so well.” She planted a kiss on your neck before giving you her jacket, and cleaning up the mess you had made. you laid on top of her, and found yourself secure in the knowledge shed be there when you awoke.

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i want to ride abbys face

This was pretty fun to write, leave some ideas or tips pretty please🙏🏽🙏🏽

#abby anderson #the last of us #abby tlou #smut #the last of us fanfiction #abby the last of us #abby anderson smut #hate sex

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eviebane · 4 months

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you guys loved my part 1 and 2 of Badly Explained Good Omens so i'm just going to keep doing it. fight me. (disclaimer: this series will be written when i'm either sleep deprived, caffeine overloaded, or drunk. feel free to speculate which one it is this time)

right so Season 1 of Good Omens is basically, these two man-shaped creatures who definitely don't want to lick each other's faces get together in a park full of spies & snitches so they can talk without raising suspicion (foolproof plan, obviously). it's basically a romeo and juliet thing, except romeo is an angelic bookseller hoarder and juilet is a snake demon who will make u re-evaluate your sexual orientation. and possibly give you gender envy. your average stuff, right.

so gender envy boy (Crowley) goes, hey, my lot made me uber the devil's son to an american diplomat the other night, and the angel (Aziraphale) goes, if you're going to destroy the world via evil baby style, can you lot at least not make it into some cheesy american movie. at least make it something actually cool. anyway so they're chatting about the end of the world, as you do, and Crowley goes y'know, Hell is gonna fuck the whole world up and Azi goes Nah, we beat your dumbarses before, we will again, and Crowley goes ANYWAY if everyone gets slaughtered, guess what? no more food, no more music. your life is gonna be boring af

so they go on a little date and Crowley keeps winding him up about how boring shit's gonna be when all the humans have been murdered in the ethereal/occult purge, and Aziraphale finally goes Yeah OK, but you realise I can't do shit about it right? like it's God's will and Crowley goes Nah nah nah, look. Look. Right. so I gotta look after this devil child for a few years and use my sexy nanny vibes to make sure he's evil. why don't YOU also infiltrate this devil child's household and teach him not to kill snails? it'll be like cosmic balance. yin/yang. the kid will be a normal little shit like most preteen boys, rather than starting apocalypses little shit.

Aziraphale is so captivated by his slutty charm and sparkling eyes that he agrees.

so they stalk the kid, dress up like old welsh gardeners and dominatrix nanny to teach him to love slugs and crush his foes under his boot. surprisingly, the kid is relatively normal. although he hates dinosaurs, so that's obviously concerning. Crowley suggests cold blooded murder of the child but Aziraphale's like Nah why don't i cosplay Fell the Marvellous again at his birthday party and Crowley goes why the fuck do I love this loser

anyway so as it turns out, the nuns that Crowley uber'd this baby to 11 years ago ended up with the wrong parents. The best friends husbands roadtrip to go fuck up the nuns, but actually Crowley's maggot colleague (no thats not an insult) burned the nunnery down and it's now a paintball arena, where currently a bunch of repressed office workers are shooting each other. there's a noteworthy bit where the husbands get hit with a paintball, Crowley becomes a naga (except reverse the top and bottom bits. Yeah it's terrifying) just to make a dude shit himself, then Aziraphale puppy dog eyes Crowley to get the stain off his coat because it ruins his vibes and that's not kool.

Crowley tries to make out with Aziraphale against the wall but then forgets the kissing part, then he bippity-boppity-boos a surviving ex-nun so they can interrogate her. the whole trip is pretty useless and it ends up becoming just them two flirt-fighting for a day. Oh also Crowley runs over a witch, but it's fine because she's an American

As it turns out, the witch left a book behind in Crowley's car and Aziraphale yoinks it like the book kleptomaniac he is, then binges it like your new favourite 150k fanfic

Crowley literally climbs the walls in boredom (unfortunately got cut, but still happened in my mind). They eventually meet up in Secret Rendezvous Spot #3 where they have a lover's quarrel and Crowley slut walks off

Next thing ya know, there's a witchfinder (yea don't worry too much about him) at Aziraphale's door and he tries to exorcise him via a prophecy book, a cute little retro desk bell and a fuckin lighter. Anyway.

So Aziraphale was trying to talk to God before the nutbag showed up via a magic angel circle that does a little star trek hologram. He ends up talking to God's secretary (not the fun kind) and he's like, Yeah no God's having PTO rn. Also you're being drafted into war 'cause shit's about to go down and Aziraphale's like Ahhh ok cool neat. let me just like, do a bit of tidying up first, oh and I have to pick up the dry cleaning, um then I need to make dinner, so anyway i'll be there soon. totally. yup. so excited to go fight hot sexy with pretty yellow eyes- bad, evil demons.

Aziraphale accidently cha cha slides into the circle and his body crumbles (same) and he pops into Heaven without a body. He gets yelled at by Anderson for not having a body or that sword he gave the humans 6000 years ago, and honestly I can't help but think it's Heaven's fault for not stock taking enough

Aziraphale's like Haha yeah Anderson I'm not fighting no war, I have a hot sexy yellow-eyed pretty beautiful smart funny demon to ki- uuuh, I mean, I'm a pacifist now, BYE and he yeets himself back to the mortal plane via a floaty picture of Earth

He finds Crowley going on a bender and doodling A+C=<3 on the pub table. Aziraphale's like Right Crowley get your shit together, we got an Apocalypse to stop in Tadfield

Crowley ends up getting trapped in London via a giant doom circle of fire that he designed, but he's like Ah nah fuck it, my Bentley can take it and it DOES. I mean it does explode, but only after it gets him to Tadfield. What a stellar car. 10/10

The husbands try to murder the child with a fireworks gun, that fails, then they watch the child encourage his friends to insult three cosmic beings to death. Yah it actually works, too.

The child then insults Lucifer into the void, and that's it, ba ba boom, apocalypse averted. The husbands do what they do best; get crunk.

Heaven & Hell kidnap the husbands and tries to give them their Worst Employee of the Century rewards, but the husbands survive it via clever trickery and Being A Little Shit, and they ride off into the sunset and confess their love at the Ritz via affectionate insults

the end

season 2

#good omens #crowley #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #goodomens #gomens #badly explained good omens #crack #for the record i have written an entire (yes all 4 books) summary of the hunger games if anyone wants it. its as appalling as this is

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purecantarella · 1 year

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Hard to Love

bc i loved the song sm and i wrote this last month before kinktober started but i still want it out there!! i hope you all enjoy this one!! edit before posting : this is subject to changes and edits bc i finished writing this at 2AM park rosé x reader disclaimer/s : smoking, cursing, and an angsty time. read with a level head.

You'd known Rose pretty much her entire time in South Korea. She had met you when she had snuck out one night, needing some relief from the stress from another argument with her managers.

You just so happened to be at the right place at the right time.

You yourself needed a little break from work. Your co-workers were petty idiots and elected to push off all their pending projects onto you and the rest of your team because your boss had compared your work ethic to theirs.

After hours upon hours of sitting at a desk in a lowly lit room, you needed a break from the dreary office walls. You're greeted by an early morning chill. It had to be at least 2AM.

You breathe a tired sigh before carefully pulling a pack of cigarettes out of your back pocket. You swiftly place the stick between your lips, lighting the end ablaze while you leaned up against the cold wall of the alley way.

Of course you didn't mind people seeing you smoking, but it wasn't exactly smiled upon. You breath out a gray puff as you close your eyes, fighting off sleep as you did so.

Before you can completely get lost in the warmth the cigarette brought, a voice caught you off guard, "Bum me one?"

You nearly jump out of your skin at the sudden appearance of a young, blonde woman standing next to you. Her eyebrows creased and lips pressed into a thin line. She was clearly not in the mood to deal with anyone or anything.

You pull the pack out again, offering her the box. Quickly and without a second thought she pulls a stick out and you light the end of her stick without question. You watch her breath in the smoke and quickly huff it out.

"Thats the good shit." She whispers, you assume she thinks you can't hear her.

You chuckle, pulling the cigarette out of your mouth, "Penny for your thoughts, ma'am?" The woman looks over at you, irrediculously. As if you asked the dumbest question in the world before she laughs dryly.

"Ever just love your job but hate the people because their fucking pricks. Not understanding the slightest bit of creativity or freedom." She raves. You smile while you watch her run a hand through her blonde hair.

You take another huff of smoke before boldly blowing it in her diection, catching her off guard. She stares at you with wide eyes before you drop the stick and promptly step on it, "I have an idea on how shitty unimaginative co-workers can be."

You pause to get a good look at the woman. You knew she was famous, her face was plastered everywhere but you didn't really care for all that limelight. You meet her eyes and smile at her, "Try not to get caught. Would hate for the headlines to have my face next to yours." You lower your voice to a hushed tone, "Would hate to ruin the image of perfection."

You look around before slipping the rest of the box into her open hand. She laughs softly before you wink her way and turn a heel to return to your office.

In all honesty, you thought that would be the end of it until you met each other the next night, and the night after that, and each one after that. She was there waiting in the same alley and it had become the highlight of your work days.

"Don't people go looking for you when you leave?" You ask as Rosé leans against the wall, not really smoking just choosing to keep you company instead of being at YG. She laughs softly, before looking at you sarcastically, "Of course they look for me. I'm hot shit."

You roll your eyes before turning to her with a smirk, "Yeah you are hot."

The singer looks at you from her position on the wall, an amused smile and raised brow as she leans forward, challenging you. She lifts her hand and curls her finger in. You confidently stride up to her for her to tug you by the tie around your neck, "Is that right?"

"Yeah." You reply faking carelessness. She's fucking obsessed with it.

Rosé tugs you closer as she bites down on her lower lip, "I would argue the same." You place a hand on the brick wall behind her as you tower over her. The smirk on your face grows as she tugs you lower to meet her lips. It was rough and needy and it all left you breathless.

That was the beginning of the most complicated relationship you'd ever known.

After that night, you two saw each other far more often. She gave you her address, her number, and semi-free access to YG Entertainment's facilities. Rosé gave you everything she could in spite of herself.

While waiting for her, you flip through a poetry book that was on her couch as Hank looks up at you pleading. You eye him before checking the corner, making sure Rosé wouldn't catch you letting him on the couch. You grin mischievously

"He's not allowed on the couch, N/n." The singer warns while putting her earing on. You look up and you can't help the smile that sparks onto your lips as you look her up and down. "Aren't you an attractive specimen, miss Park."

You prop Hank on your lap, "Hanky, doesn't mommy look simply stunning?"

Rosé rolls her eyes, commanding her pet to get off you. She plops herself down on your lap abruptly. You grunt before pushing her blonde hair to the side. "Careful with that mommy talk, might get you in trouble, Y/n."

You don't respond just looking up at her adoringly, lifting your hand to stroke her cheek gently. As you do, the singer blushes, feels butterflies shooting around her stomach. Trying to brush the feelings off, she laughs nervously. "Stare all you want now, people would pay to see me this close." She plays off.

You lean up, pecking her lips gently, "How about we skip the reservation." Rosé quirks a brow and laughs softly, silently questioning you. "I just want to spend time with you. I don't want anyone gawking and interrupting that." You pause again, leaving a quick kiss to her nose. "Just the two of us."

Her cheeks burn up as you stare at her, affection overflowing in your eyes. You watch as her fight back a smile, Hank jumps beside you both and sits down beside you. Both of you laugh and you stroke his fluffy head as you plop your head on Rosé's shoulder, "The three of us then."

Rosé shifts her gaze from the puppy to your. A mix of giddiness and anxiety fills her as she watches you but for a moment it fades as you look up at her. She strokes your cheek as she nods, "Yeah...I'd like a night in with you."

The singer falls into your arms, not caring about the delicate fabric of her dress, just wanting to be more comfortable in your arms. It's foreign to her, letting someone so close to her. She breathes a calm sigh as you tell her stories of your life.

Your conversation drawls out deep into the night. It wasn't long until you'd fallen asleep with her cuddled up to your chest. Rosé stares at you, etching your peaceful image into her head.

Carefully, she brushes your hair out of your face, biting her lip as she her heart pounds madly against her chest. "God I wish I could promise you the world, N/n...you're a dream wrapped up in the most adorable face." She confesses, the smile on her face fades. "But I just wonder how long you'll last..."

Tears prick her eyes pathetically and hides her face in your neck, a soft sob breaking from her lips. You stir awake, feeling her tears on your skin. Immediately, sleep fades from your body and you force her chin up slowly in spite of her resistance.

"What happened? Are you alright?" She laughs, voice cracking as she does, while shaking her head. "It's stupid. Just a nightmare..."

You take her cheeks in your hands, wiping her tears away. "You can come to me with anything...a nightmare, if you're hungry, if you need anything. I'm your girl." She smiles and nods against your palm, leaning into the warmth you offered her. You smile and pull her into your arms, squeezing her delicately.

"I'll protect you from those nightmares."

"You're such a dork."

The night ending with your laughter, the sweetest melody she'd ever heard. She would do anything to hear it every day.

It'd been months since you and Rosé first met and became an unofficial item. It had been the most blissed out both of you had been. You'd been less crabby to your co-workers and she had so much energy during promotions.

It seemed like smooth sailing until one night, just another argument about the dumbest, most menial thing. The bickering boiling over into a fight about how much time she spends with single men and women who would kill to get her attention.

"So you're saying that I'm easy to win over?" She yells out as throw your head back in frustration, groaning loudly before falling into irritated laughter. "Now you're trying to belittle my emotions! Why the fuck would you stand there and just laugh!"

"Do you know how fucking insane you sound right now, Roseanne. I'm not the one who stayed out all night last night, drinking and partying with rando people!" You bark back to which Rosé scoffs and crosses her arms. "Why can't you just trust me, Y/n?! Those are my friends! What are you going to stop me from seeing my friends?"

She pauses to step up to you glaring down at you, "Who sounds fucking crazy now?" The singer stomps off to the kitchen, grumbling to herself that she just wanted a quiet night in.

"Is it so much to ask that as your girlfriend you—" Rosé laughs madly as she slams a cabinet door.

"We are barely together! Get it in your head that you're—" You cut her off, practically seething with anger as you hiss out, "What? A passing fancy? Is that all I am to you, Chaeyoung?"

"Well maybe you are." You're taken aback, your eyes go wide as you stare at her expression. Waiting for the shift, the guilt, but she remains cold and her eyes continue to stare you down. You run your hands in front of your face as you hastily grab your things on the kitchen island.

"You are absolutely impossible to love Park Rose." Rosé freezes from her place in the kitchen as you rub your eyes gently, tiredness running through your body. You loosen your grip on your coat and purse. You turn back around to face her but before you can say anything her hand is up in your face, instantly silencing you.

She flashes you a tight smile as she pushes herself off the counter. Clearing her throat, subtly reaching up to push her tears back into her eyes.

"...Rosie..."

"No." She snaps, her smile unwavering but you see the twinge of hurt on her face, the sparkle of her tears. You take a step forward, an apologetic look on your face but she shakes her head, "You're right. I'm hard to love."

Rosé chuckles, running a hand through her hair. "I will..." She shoots you an awkward set of finger guns, "...See you, Y/n. You can..." A soft sniffle falls from her as she turns around, waving you off, "Uh...you can let yourself out."

You stand in the doorway, bag seeming heavier than when you packed it. You stare down the hallway, playing through every scenario you could. Doing anything to stay where you were for a little longer. Bringing you back to reality, Hank paws up your leg, whining softly.

You pat his head gently, smiling down at him with a sad smile, "Take care of her for me, bud. She and I are looking for different things right now..." You pause, chuckling to yourself, just how stupid you must look. "I love you Hanky and I love your mom too. Make sure she takes care of herself...alright?"

He barks softly, seeming to understand you. You offer him a proud nod before commanding him to go to Rosé's room. You pull the bag back onto your shoulder, looking around the room one more time before huffing and stepping out the door.

Rosé peaks from the hallway...regret and a bitter taste resonating with her. The words she spat at you were vile and she wished she'd never said them. But she was too late.

"You're impossible to love." Your words rang in her ears as she slid down the corner of the wall, her tears dampening her cheeks. Soft sobs that clung to her chest during your argument released and she could no longer control herself.

All night she wailed as you lay in your bed practically tearing your hair out from regret and frustration.

Weeks later, you still hadn't recovered from your argument with Rosé. Unsure where you both stood, if you were still a couple or not. But you didn't want to face it.

Though as much as you wanted to, it was impossible to avoid Rosé. Her face was plastered on every billboard, your co-workers talked insistently about the group's songs releasing soon, and you still saw her in the street from time to time. She met your eye before quickly pulling her gaze away.

It hit harder than you thought it would have.

"I have to say I didn't think Rosé would hit so hard!" You flinch at your female co-worker's words. You peak up your cubicle and see three of them talking amongst one another. The other two agreed as the third fiddled with their laptop, replaying a portion of a song from the group's album.

Your blood ran cold as her words rang in your ears, "Cause I'm hard to love."

Rather uncharacteristically, you hop to your feet and approach the gabbing women. You smile politely, to which they're shocked...they'd never seen you speak to them not about work. "Sorry to bother you...but what song was that?"

They stare at you gobsmacked before explaining it was Rosé's latest solo song on the group's album. As quickly as you came, you disappear, searching the song's title online, pulling your headphones onto your head quickly.

Your hands tremble as you read the title over and over again in your head. Swallowing thickly, you click the thumbnail of the song. The words making your heart tremble. Hearing her voice, even if it was a recording, was the sweetest catharsis you'd ever felt but at the same time her words...your words...stung you in ways you didn't think could hurt.

It was all new. You wanted to see her. You needed to.

"Are you alright, Y/n?" Your co-worker asked, her expression soft as she motions to the tears falling from your eyes. You quickly wipe them away as her hands are on your shoulders trying to console you.

You push yourself out of your chair quickly, "I..." You clear your throat, trying to keep your voice from cracking. "I need some air...I'm going to..." You point out the door before dashing for it in spite of your co-workers calling for you.

As you make it out of the office building, a sense of clarity hits you. All the moments you shared with Rosé smack you across the face, imagining how you felt when you were with her. You pant and run your hands through your hair desperately, the realization that you just let go of the greatest coincidence of your life.

Thunder clapped, pulling you out of your daze.

You stare up at the darkening sky, cursing to yourself. A day you chose not to wear a coat...of course. Without thinking twice, you're quick to dash through the busy streets, feeling droplets of rain pouring onto your skin, leaving you soaked but all you can think of was that day you left her in her apartment.

The broken look on her face, the tremble in her voice, the things you said, and the things you wanted to say. Each thought pounds through your body. Pushing you forward until your breath is ragged and your legs are sore.

A sense of relief floods you when you see the YGE building in the distance, you smile tiredly before sprinting. It wasn't long before you were dripping in the lobby of the entertainment building, garnering stares from staff.

The receptionist stares at you, deadpanning, "I feel like I haven't seen you in weeks."

You laugh before nodding, "It's been hell trying to stay away." The young woman nods before looking over the schedule. Clicking her tongue softly as you tap your fingers anxiously along the desk.

Her words fade in the background as you look up and see Rosé, typing away at her phone as her managers surrounded her. You see the familiar tight lipped expression as the older men around her speak to her.

She looked just angelic as the moment you first saw her in that alley.

You're frozen in place as everything returns. The good, the bad, the past few months and how it felt to have her with you. In whatever way, you wanted to be with her.

Your feet take you out of the building, following her to the van. "Park Roseanne!" Your voice echoes through the open parking lot. Her managers look around to glare at you, they never did like you, thinking you were a bad influence on Rosé and her eyes immediately find you.

"Y/n?" She puts her phone away, and stares at you. The singer tries to uphold a stoic and distant demeanor but she was glad to see you. Seeing you brought her so much joy. "What are you doing here?"

For a moment you don't know what to say. Your mouth is stuck and all you can do is open your mouth then close it. Her manager's scoff and tell her, "Chaeyoung, this is a waste of time. Let's go." He guides her back towards the car.

You snap into action, "No, you've had control over her for far too long, sir." He glares at you, the singer beside him stifling a giggle. Composing herself, she"Say what you need to say then."

Your eyes locked, a flare of sincerity flashes over your face. "You aren't hard to love. I shouldn't have ever told you that. I..." You pause to catch your breath, Rosé stares at your soaked figure. You blush under her intense gaze. "You're impossible not to love. You're gentle, and hilarious, and gorgeous, and so unlike any person I've met. It makes me nervous and excited and I was scared that I couldn't keep up with you and you'd see right through that."

Rosé's hands tremble as she watches you pour your heart out, unsure if what was dribbling down your face were strayed raindrops or tears.

"I know you can't give me everything, I don't want you to have to. I want you to go out and live your life, be the success you can. I want you to be your authentic self."

You laugh, pushing your damp hair out of your face, staring up at the thundering sky. "I don't care that you can't give me everything...I just want to be with you, strings or no." You pause and laugh tiredly, "I love you, Rosie."

"Okay, I've heard enough of this idiocy. Chaeyoung, we need to go. You'll be late to dinner." Her manager ushers. For a moment she's frozen in time. All she can think of is how much she missed you, just how every song in her head was your voice, and just how sad and genuine you looked standing in the rain.

Rosé steps into the van, your heart sinks as she does. Her managers breathe a sigh of relief, giving instructions to block you from YGE's systems. You gnaw on your lower lip, disappointment sinking in your stomach. You turn around a sense of dread knowing you'd have to go back to a life without Park Chaeyoung.

As you walk away, you hear the faint sounds of pitter-pattering footsteps.

"Chaeyoung!" Her manager's call out in a panicked tone. And before you can react, her coat is above your head, covering both of you. You flush under her gaze, seeing just how close she was. It had been far too long since you'd seen the singer this close. "You're going to get sick if you stay in the rain for too long." She jokes before smiling up at you, brightening the grey sky.

"It's not going to be easy. I'm going to be so busy, so hard to trust, and I might just hurt you..." She pauses nudging her nose against yours, a broken expression on her face. You lift your hand, offering her a small smile as she whispers, "I might just fuck it up...like I do everything..."

"I want to try. Let me be the one in a million for you, Rosie." You laugh pulling her closer, her hands tightening around the coat above both of you. "If you fuck up, we'll fuck up together." You peck her lips gently, allowing the touch to linger.

You smile as you pull away, watching as her cheeks redden. "It's you and me, Rosé."

She giggles and tilts her head in shyly. "God, I love you, Y/n."

"Let's get you dried off, come on." Her events for the evening being the last thing on her mind, she lowers one of her hands, taking yours. You look down at the interlocked digits and a flood of warmth flowing through your entire body.

The warmth heating up your chilly body and for Rosé, she didn't feel so alone...so genuinely loved so to speak.

and im soft and this took much longer but also i wanted to do the idea justice and i wanted my return to angsty floof to be memorable HAHAHAHAH i hope you all liked this one!! classes started up again and have me on my knees wishing i was dead HAHAHAHA but i will see you all vv soon!! i love yo all and take care of yourselves, my lovelies 💖 - r

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Breakaway State part 4

Pairing - Price X Female OC “Tank”

Summary - Mckinley has serious control issues, Ghost needs to man up and shoot his shot, (only joking), Mckinley dibs top bunk, WWE Smackdown, also Dr O'Brian is the biggest Sh*t stir

A/N - Honestly, I love you lot! Thank you for your patience, life got a bit in the way of this one, but we are back on track somewhat!

As always, please comment and let me know what you think. It means the world to me when you do x

Warnings -17+ Angst. Language, Age gap Price (39) Tank (25), Violence, fighting, abuse, abuse of power, controlling behaviour, injury, Blood, mentions of death

Tags: @irnbru32 @shuttlelauncher81 @mildlyhopeless @mentallynot-here @deadbranch @soapyghost @fluffysmiko @bangirl134 @mortallyscrumptiousmilkshake @boomtowngirl @fanficandartgal @merakiaes @tapioca-marzipan @boniscute @chb-7 @adicthao @a-littlebirdie @mostannoyingbillioner @brewed-pangolin

If I've missed anyone, please let me know

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Call of duty characters - Only Tank, Luke, Dredd and Mckinley

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As you walked back to the base with Kyles arm thrown over your shoulder you couldn’t help feeling slightly deflated…you didn’t really expect Price to be standing waiting with open arms, did you? Maybe a little part of you did?

You could feel McKinley’s eyes burrowing holes into the back of your head. Willing you to turn around just once so he could cut you down with just a look, unnerve you with his presence, but you didn’t not for a second instead, you focused on Kyle's voice, filling you in on all that you had missed. It was a lot, apparently.

“The captains in his office…mountain of paperwork to get through…” Kyle glanced in the general direction of Price's office.

Good…you didn’t want him seeing you like this, hopefully, avoid him for a day or two.

“I think Tank can manage from here, fellas…Tank wanna come with me an we’ll get our stuff unpacked?” McKinley's voice echoed. He didn’t need your help at all he just wanted you on your own. Ghost turned to face him.

“I’ll grab Tank's stuff an bring it by later…Captain” the captain part was an afterthought.

McKinley shot him a smirk.

“She’s not part of the 141 anymore fella…she needs to carry her own bags…an when I tell her to come with me, she comes with me…me being her Captain an all” McKinley squared his shoulders, he wasn’t afraid of Ghost and that worried you, he knew he was untouchable but even if he wasn’t you knew for a fact he still wouldn’t be afraid…McKinley was a dangerous man.

“Captain” you didn’t look up, simply motioned to follow him, Kyle lifted his arm from you. The words coming from your mouth didn’t match. He didn’t like it.

“Thats better, come on let’s go see what this shit hole has to offer” McKinley walked away but he watched you from the corner of his eye to make sure you were following close behind, you were. Anything to keep the peace. You didn’t want Ghost or, worst Kyle getting entangled with his man…he would drag them down showing no mercy.

******

Price pushed the files to the edge of his desk he sighed, he had been in his office since last night he wasn’t lying about the mountain of paperwork he had to do, but he had dragged it out..it would have been done hours ago had he not been trying to avoid you…he didn’t really know why, he had planned on waiting for you with Kyle. He wanted to talk to you clear the air…ask when you had stolen his hat…ask when you were coming back…but he had decided against all of that and opted for being a coward shutting himself away in his office hiding behind paperwork…he was pathetic.

***********

“Captain…”

“Yeah?” McKinley turned to look at you his eyes somewhat softer, it unnerved you even more.

“How long did you say we would be stationed here?” You hated how pathetic you sounded.

“I didn’t…why? I thought you would love being back here? Seeing all your old squad mates, that old Lieutenant of yours needs taking down a peg or two..telling me what my sergeant will do ha I don’t think so…I don’t know what kind of team Price is running but it’s not how my lot talk to their superiors…” he laughed pushing the door open to the bunk room, the sight made you want to cry, tiny single cot beds stacked on top of each other, just enough room to climb on top. You wished you could stay in your old bunk room, it was a least a private room with a slightly wider cot bed, only a few doors down from Prices…You noticed McKinley throwing your bag onto the bottom bunk…then he threw his on the bunk above…what was he playing at? Surely you would be sharing a room with Dredd?

“Erm captain that’s your bag you’ve just thrown up there? I’ve got Dredds here” you lifted the bag. He looked at the bag then back up at you his face expressionless. He wasn’t serious?

“Dredd and the rest of the squad will be down the hall…your in here with me…where I can keep my eye on you” he took the bag from you throwing it out into the corridor with the rest. A chill ran up your spine, keep an eye on you? As he walked past McKinley gripped your arm leaning in he looked you dead in the eyes. His fingers digging into your flesh…definitely going to leave marks. When you didn’t meet his eyes he shook you hard.

“Listen to me Tank, this isn’t your team anymore your part of squad 8 now an I won’t have you going walkabout while I’m here…so you better make sure I know where you are at all times…do you hear me?” His grip tightened, causing you to wince. His face inches from yours.

“Do you hear me?”

“Yes…” you tried to pull away.

“Yes, what?” He shook you again.

“Yes, Captain!” You were almost whimpering your arm losing feeling.

“That’s better…” McKinley released his grip. You stepped back, putting as much space between you both. He grinned as he turned to sit on your bunk, he gave a few bounces on the bed it squeaked in protest. What was happening? You edged towards the door. Please let him dismiss you…you never had to be asked to be dismissed by Price…

“It’s ok, you can go see your little friends…Dismissed…” He leaned back on the bed. You didn’t hesitate you almost ran out the room. He called after you.

“Remember Tank your part of squad 8 now, act like it…”

**********

Ghost watched as the new arrivals made themselves comfortable in the common room, he recognised a few of them in passings. Dredd stuck out the most to him, you and her had been as thick as thieves back in your rookie days never one without the other.

“Sooo ever take that mask off?” Crest looked over at him the whole of squad 8 was intrigued by Ghost an he didn’t care for it. He looked the other Lieutenant up and down without answering.

“Don’t mind him, he’s not a big talker…an no he doesn’t take it off…ever..” Soap launched himself down onto the couch next to Crest, Kyle handing them both a beer.

“So how’s Tank really been?” Kyle sat on the seat facing Dredd she shifted, the question was a loaded gun.

“She’s good…still settling in but she’s good” she stood up taking the beer from Crest. He looked after her, Soap laughed standing up to get him another.

“Is she really? You with her when she ‘fell’?” Ghost leaned on the doorframe blocking her from leaving. Dredd smiled up at Ghost taking a sip of her beer. He was even bigger up close…

“Yeah I was…wasn’t looking where she was going that’s all took a nasty fall…I patched her up as best I could, but I’m no medic..I’m better at breaking people down not building them back up lieutenant..” she gave him a small smile as she turned back to her seat. She knew what she was doing was wrong and she was dying to tell them what had really happened, how McKinley had been relentless in the sparring session, how he had taken a shine to you which in this case wasn’t a good thing and you needed bringing back to the 141, but she knew it would just make things worse that and you had also sworn her to secrecy.

“If you say so..” Ghost glanced over at Kyle who knew exactly what he was thinking. They needed to talk to Price. An just like that there he was stood behind Ghost his eyes searching the crowded room for the only face he actually wanted to see, yours…

“Alright boss…” Kyle stood up offering Price his seat and a beer, he declined.

“No thanks son, how you guys settling in?” Price nodded towards the other squad. They all nodded back, Dredd watched him he wasn’t really interested in them he was looking for you.

“Yeh very accommodating your lot…” Dredd pointed her beer at Ghost.

“Tanks unpacking her stuff in her room…East bay…” She glanced up at him, Was it that obvious.

“Hmm? Oh right thanks…i was busy when you lot arrived…so didn’t get a chance to say hello..” Price looked at Kyle.

“Ohhh…Bet you’ve missed her eh?” Dredd smirked she knew from his face he had. She knew for a fact you had missed him even though you would never admit it.

**********

Price made his way to the east bay, he was excited and nervous a sudden thought popped into his head, would you even want to see him? The thought caused him to stop just outside your new room, even if you didn’t he needed to see your face know that you were doing alright. He knocked on the door, no answer, he knocked again, silence then a familiar voice answered.

“Come in” the voice was deep and accented…Scottish. Mckinley? Price pushed the door open his brow furrowed at the sight of the other Captain lay on the bed…where were you? Had he got the wrong room? Mckinley lazily sat up grinning up at Price.

“John… how's it goin?” He stood up, stretching his arms above his head.

“Good…sorry I must of got the wrong room…I’m looking for…” He was cut off by McKinley.

“Tank? No you have the right room…she’s just gone to the common room to see everyone.” McKinley reached for his bag and started to unpack. Price watched him, he could feel his blood pressure rising just from being in the same room.

“That's where I’ve just come from, must of just missed her…” Price turned for the door, he couldn't help feeling like something was a miss, wait did he say he was in the right room? Before he could comment, McKinley stopped unpacking, turning his focus towards Price.

“Honestly, I don’t know how you just let her go like that? Not only is she highly skilled, she’s easy on the eyes…can see why you selected her, but hey one man's trash is another man's treasure…I don’t know how any of you got any work done with her walking around!” Mckinley scoffed. Price tilted his head had he just said that?

“What did you just say, Bruce?” He could feel his temper flaring. Mckinley laughed. He knew he was getting to him.

“No, don’t get me wrong, she isn’t without her flaws, she’s soft, needy, daydreams she needs to focus. You obviously coddled her too much and I don’t blame you, if it was in my nature to be like that id have done the same but I believe in tough love, She clearly lacks certain disciplines…less yes, Daddy, more yes, Sir…but given time Im positive I can get her to her full potential…its going to be tough to break her…habits you’ve instilled a few bad ones in her. You’ve clearly never told her no…” He paused as the look on Price's face suggested cardiac arrest. Price could feel his heartbeat in his neck, this man was clearly insane…no sane person would talk like this…He gathered himself taking a deep breath in. Mckinley was lucky he was on base grounds or else Price would be caving his face in.

“Are you finished?” Price stroked his hand over his beard. Mckinley looked at him confused. Had he spoken out of turn? He nodded.

“Right…I’m going to leave now as I’m afraid what i might say next Bruce…but just know you wont be able to ‘Break’ Tank I’ve taught her well…” Price walked out of the room his fists clenched tight. He needed to find you, he needed you back with him back with the 141…where you belonged.

*******

Kyle was the first to spot you as you walked in to the common room, he patted the cushion next to him. You gave him a little smile. Ghost was perched on the arm of the couch he repositioned himself so you had more room.

“Well well, well, if it isn’t our little traitor!!” Soap roared a big grin plastered on his face, which quickly faded when you turned to laugh at him. You noticed his eyes scanning your face, the busted lip, the dark yellow bruise that reached round your eye and onto your cheeks bone. He almost looked sorry, his brows knitted together. He opened his mouth to speak but Ghost stopped him.

“Get her a beer Johnny…” He beckoned you over.

“I just need to speak to Dredd a minute, don’t let Soap drink that beer on me?” You rested your hand on his shoulder. He felt he warmth from your palm deep under his skin.shit. He nodded, but longed for your hand to rest there a little longer. Dredd jumped up following you into the little room just off to the side it was full of spare seating and an old Tv set.

“What’s up?” Dredd was almost whispering, you felt like a school girl telling her friend some gossip…oh how you wished that was the case.

“Well…Im not your bunk mate anymore…” You whispered back. Her eyes lit up.

“Am I shacked up with Ghosty? Please say yes…oh me Ghost and hand wash? I don’t usually dig Mohawks but they look like they come as a package deal which I’m ok with…” She looked hopeful, again you wished that was true

“No…your in with the rest of 8, I’m bunked up with Mckinley…” the words made you ill. Dredds face slowly changed as she registered your words. You lifted the sleeve of your T-shirt up showing her the red finger marks from his grip. Her mouth dropped open.

“Said its so he can keep an eye on me…doesn’t want me going walk about while I’m here…I don’t know what to do..I can’t tell the guys…” You rubbed your arm as if it would rub away the marks.

“You need to tell Pri…”

“No! He’s the last person I need to tell!” You sat down on one of the old chairs. You had no idea what you were going to do, who ever you got to try and help you would only be thwarted by Mckinley.

“I was afraid this would happen…I should have told you to take your request and shove it up your arse! Mckinley won't stop this till your his perfect little soldier…he’s warped Tank…he knows how devoted you were to Price and he wants that he wants your devotion and he will use it against you to benefit himself…” She leaned against the wall taking a long swig of her beer. So in other words you were fucked. Destined to be McKinley’s little toy soldier.

You could hear the guys out in the common room laughing, you could at least make the most of the time you had with everyone like this before you had to go back to being under the watchful eye of your new Captain. You patted Dredd on the shoulder, linking her arm to walk back round into the main room, but as you both turned the corner you noticed your seat was now occupied by a familiar face, a face that despite the pain it had caused, made you feel safe. Price was smiling at Soap but his body language was off, he looked tense.

“There she is!” Soap smiled at you, the look of sympathy still hadn't left his eyes. Price quickly glanced at you that eye-crinkling smile on his face as he stood up, but once he was up and his eyes landed on you properly the smile dropped, he almost tripped over Ghosts outstretched legs getting to you. Dredd slipped her arm from yours moving out of the way as Price bounded over. His hands hovered on either side of your face. His scent filled your lungs, cigars, kerosene and cedar. His dark blue eyes sad and full of questions you could only look into them for a second, before you had to look away.

The room was silent, even without knowing everything that had happened between you two, it was clear that this was a moment not to be interrupted.

“Tank…what? What happened?” He was whispering his words soft as his hands made contact with your face, the warmth from them soothing, his thumb gently sweeping over your cheekbone, it only made you wince slightly, it was still tender. You couldn't answer him, you didn’t know how to answer him. Him of all people wouldn’t believe you had fallen and damaged your face this bad…Ghost shifted, Price being so intimate with you riled him up and he knew why but he bit his tongue.

Price felt his heart drop, he knew what had happened you didn’t need to speak it was literally written on your face. The tough love and talk of breaking your habits was Mckinley to a T. His lip twitched. He was going to sort this out, this was too far. He slipped his hands to the back of your neck, tilting your head up gently he leant forward so you were eye level. He gave you that smile, but it didn’t meet his eyes. He straightened himself up, releasing your face. His whole body language had changed in an instant you could feel it and so could the entire room.

“Right.” And with that Price was out of the room before anyone could stop him. You shot Dredd a panicked look. It took the others a second to catch on.

“Shit!” Kyle jumped up at the same time as Ghost and Crest, all clambering for the door, Soap still didn’t have a clue what was going on, but followed anyway.

Kyle spotted Price he was already half way across the base, he had a feeling he knew where he was going…He glanced back at Ghost.

“Cap hang on a minute…” Kyle called after him, but Price kept walking.

“What’s going on?” Soap asked Crest as they caught up to Ghost and Kyle.

“Im not 100% sure, but I think Your Captain has just realised my Captain has given Tank a crack or two..either way it ain’t gonna be good…” Crest looked back at Soap, who looked enraged.

“He’s fucking what?” Soap spat he was fuming, but Price was on fire. Crest’s confirmation only fuelled him more.

“Price!..” But his words fell on deaf ears as Price had just spotted Mckinley.

Mckinley looked up a smirk on his face, he knew what was heading his way and he was ready.

Kyle and Soap had jogged ahead to stand in the way of Price, Kyle tried to stop him his fists gripping at his T-shirt attempting to pull him away, pleading with him to stop, but again it was no use Price was incensed. McKinley’s smirk only making him madder. With both Kyle and Soap now on him he was at a standstill, but still they struggled to keep him away, it was no use With two moves Kyle was on his arse and Soap thrown on top of him. Ghost hung back he was going to give Price one shot at Mckinley then he would step in.

“Ohh and here's me thinking your were the nicer one out of us two?” Mckinley watched as Kyle and Soap tried to jump back up.

“Ill show you fucking nice…” as he spat his words Price jabbed out at McKinley, but he missed leaving himself open to a stomach punch from Mckinley, it caused him to double over, it had knocked the wind out of him. Kyle and Soap stood in shock had he really missed? Even Ghost was debating stepping in and lamping Mckinley one now…but as Mckinley was distracted by his small victory he hadn’t noticed Price had righted himself and before he could move out the way Price's forehead made contact with his nose followed by a knee to the stomach, Mckinley crumbled to the ground. He went in for more but Ghost stepped in front of him, his hands on his chest pushing him back with all his strength, Price was pushing 40 but he was still stronger than any man half his age Ghost just about matched him.

“Right..that’ll do Captain…hes had enough…” Ghost didn’t even believe himself…he was dying to land one on the little shit, but knew there was a time and a place…but he had that coming to him.

“You ever lay a hand on her again…an ill make sure you regret it i swear to god…Ill have your fucking head Bruce…” Price was raging he was ready to bury Mckinley. Ghost tried to get Price’s focus on him, He looked Ghost in the eye but he couldn’t shake the image of you battered and bruised. If anything it fired him up for more.

“Captain enough…now you’ve had your go…but you can't go round knocking other Captains out…we'll get this sorted…” Ghost was still using all his strength to keep Price away from Mckinley. It wasn’t until Ghost noticed you to his left did he feel Price ease up. You defused him.

“Please John…Stop…just stop…” You glance down at Mckinley, he was grinning his teeth stained red. You couldn't even enjoy this moment because your knew now it would only get worse, he would ride you harder, hit you harder, grind you down faster, berate you quicker. If anything Price had only soothed his own ego…you felt no joy in seeing Mckinley bleed, because you knew he was going to make you bleed even more…

Price watched as you walked away, he felt deflated…the red mist clearing he realised what he had done was probably going to bite him on the arse…

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“She’s back one day and she’s already caused a mass brawl…” Helen's shrill voice rang round the med bay. She looked Mckinley up and down. He wasn't at all how John had described him, she thought he was quite good-looking.

“Let’s take a look at you eh? And John did this? I don’t know, that man wants his head testing…all this over a silly little girl…” Helen snapped a pair of gloves, she tilted his face to check for any breakages. She could feel his eyes on her.

“You got something to say Captain?” She gripped her light to check his pupils.

“No…ahhh you don’t seem to like Tank very much? Why’s that?” Mckinley caught on that he must of hit a nerve when she didn’t answer him and instead sat back on her stool.

“Wanna know what my issue with Tank is? Really?”

“Yes…I’m her new captain now i need to know these things,” Mckinley laughed.

“Well, lucky you…for a start, she’s nothing but trouble so watch out for that, she could cause an argument in an empty room…and do you know what she’s a manipulator she uses her looks and ‘charm’ to get those poor lads to do whatever she says…oh and don’t even get me started on her and Johns relationship… he's old enough to be her dad! Give or take a few years…he had her round at his house a few months back…god knows what they got up to…all alone in that big house in the country, it's a lovely house really is…well they weren’t completely alone…Kyle was there as well but they definitely had some time, just the two of them…he picked her up yah know drove all the way to Manchester for her and back…I had to get the train down!” Mckinley interrupted her. “Did you say she was at his house? Do you think they slept together?”

“Well I don’t know for certain, she apparently dating his neighbour Luke lovely lad, big strong, handsome…I don’t know what he sees in her…can’t wait for him to find out what she really does…she’s better off with someone like that brute Riley…at least he seems interested in her”

“Wait, wait so Tank is dating Price's neighbour? But he doesn’t know what she really does as a job? And you're telling me Ghost also has feelings for Tank?” Mckinley was in awe he had struck gold with this one.

“Yes…and yeh Ghost definitely has a thing for her…which winds John up. I say let them have at it…but again Tank wouldn’t because she has this silly little crush on John, she probably thinks its love but its nothing more than a silly little infatuation! She needs to get a grip…and so does John; this thing between them would never work…hes kidding himself,” Helen finally stopped.

“Well, she’s not part of the 141 anymore is she, she’s part of my little family now…” Mckinley patted Helen on the thigh.

“Yeh your right…he was gutted though when he found out she had left…went right to the top…if she hadn’t though he never would of let her go…so she must of realised it was never going to work out between them…” Helen finished dressing the cut on McKinley’s nose.

“All sorted…take these painkillers 3 times a day, ill need to see you before you leave, also I could do with seeing Tank actually…routine physio check-in for her shoulder while she’s here…so send her to me first thing tomorrow morning.” Helen snapped the gloves off throwing them in the waste bin next to her feet.

“Will do Doc and thanks again for the info” As he got up to leave he winked causing Helen to blush. What was John talking about, this man wasn't a monster if anything the real monster had been at his side much longer.

***********

Your head was spinning, you sat on the edge of your bunk, you were dreading Mckinley coming back from the med bay, from what Kyle had told you Dr O‘Brian was still stationed at the base so she definitely would have something to say. To Mckinley…maybe well done for kicking your head in…you knew she would love a go given the chance, but you were certain you would, but the lanky bitch on her flat arse…you could feel your blood boiling at the thought of them together plotting how to make you suffer…

The door creaked open, you half expected Dredd even Kyle or Ghost, but no such luck. The hairs on the back of your neck stood up as Mckinley slinked into the room. All your senses were on alert…ready to take action just in case….

“Well what an afternoon that was…I think PRice really enjoyed that…fighting for your honour…” He shut the door behind him locking it. The click of the lock echoed in the small room. You stood up, moving towards the desk on the other side of the room. He followed.

“She a real talker that Doctor isn’t she? Dozens like you very much i can tell you that for nothing…or Ghost, but I don’t blame her on that one…she seems to think he has a thing for you? A little crush?” He moved closer. A little crush Ghost? What were they on about?

“Dr O’brian doesn’t know what she’s talking about…she deranged” as you looked away he closed the gap between you, his hand clutching your jaw. You stumbled back into the desk, your hands flying up to his wrist. His eyes were focused on you.

“Funny that, she had a lot to say about you and Price as well…little weekends away at his house? You and him all alone in the country…getting up to god knows what? Price the dirty dog…Oh an you didn’t tell me about Luke? We’ll have to nip that in the bud won't we? It would be for the best…civs and us never work out”

You struggled against him, but he pressed his body into yours pining you to the desk, you kicked out at him your other hand pushing at his chest, he pulled your face up to meet his.

“Don’t even think for a second that I’m going to let you rejoin the 141…your part of my squad now and the only way out is dismissal or death….”

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ceasarslegion · 1 day

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The DNI that made you do math to use it?? 👀👀👀

Youre the first one who asked, so you get the answer.

This person was one of the other two weirdos from the Half Life RP discord server i teased at in this post earlier this week:

Once again, i want to disclaimer that this is not a callout post, I will not be giving any details that could be used to identify this person, and I will not be posting screenshots this time because they are still active on tumblr afaik. I dont want this to be used to bully anybody, this is just meant to be my personal experience with my specific side of this story. You can DM me directly or throw in a private answer request in an ask if you want screenshots, but only people i already know and trust not to cyberbully them will get a direct link to the DNI. The person in the story I linked is no longer active anywhere online, which is why I provided screenshots in that story.

And before i lay out the DNI details, I just want to say... there is a FINE LINE between requesting accommodations for a mental illness and infantilizing yourself. I can handle the former just fine, I will do all I can to help, but if you're a grown-ass adult babying yourself and then going "waa im autistic i cant do anything" i have ZERO tolerance for that. Buddy, I'm autistic, and I'm telling you to grow the fuck up.

Yeah, this person was one of those. They were over 18, and had public breakdowns about how everything was just soooo hard for them and everybody else was being problematic and ableist for *checks notes* asking them to wait in a line that was a little long for a new phone plan. Real example, they were screaming and crying in the vent channel because the line at a verizon store was a little long, and implying their father was ableist for asking them to wait for 20 minutes. Buddy, there are some things you JUST need to deal with in the real world regardless of whatever mental soup you have going on. If your autism is that bad, the solution is looking into things like noise canceling headphones, sunglasses, etc. But the world will not stop having lines that you just need to wait in sometimes because you dont like them.

I know that sounds harsh, but they werent exactly the type of person im willing to give the benefit of the doubt to. The majority of their problems were entirely their own fault, and they were clearly enabling and feeding the harder parts of their autism rather than doing anything in the way of learning to cope with it. I am terrified of spiders, like full on panic-inducing terrified of them, but I throw hands at them instead of running or freezing up. One time, I posted a photo of this gigantic-ass spider that was in my dorm room after I screamed and squashed it with my heavy duty winter outdoor patrol boots (im a security guard, not a cop, before anyone draws the wrong conclusion from that), and they proceeded to vague about me IN THE SAME SERVER about how problematic and insensitive i am for triggering their arachnophobia. My brother in christ when did you ever say you were triggered by spiders? Do you expect me to read your fucking mind?

Another instance was when they asked for the role to access the nsfw channel. They were over 18, so it was granted. They then got mad at us whenever we got horny on main in the sex channel because they were only there for the dirty jokes (that were posted in the main server anyway because none of us consider JOKES to be inappropriate). They literally asked for the sex channel role and then claimed we were being problematic because we talked about sex in the sex channel when they were uncomfortable with sex. And they had borderline puritan attitudes around sex. They acted like sex was icky and gross and should never be discussed around them lest it corrupt their pure innocent soul. Yeah thats your own fault chief, grow the fuck up.

Some lightning round stories: they broke up with their boyfriend purely because he liked "irredeemable media" and when said boyfriend said they were being a total dick for that, they proceeded to whine and cry that he was actually being abusive and terrible for being upset that he was dumped over the fucking movies he liked of all things. They once sat outside their little siblings recital and complained that their parents were problematic for not charging their switch enough because it died at the same recital they couldnt be assed to sit in for because "waaaa its too boring and thats bad for my autism." Didnt even TRY, just sat outside the door playing switch and then complained that their parents didnt charge their switch enough. Can you not plug something into a wall your damn self.

Needless to say, i didnt like them very much. I can handle legitimate accommodations, but they were just so self-infantilising that they gave the rest of us a bad name. Your autism is not an excuse to act like a fucking baby. You are not made of porcelain, you will not shatter at the slightest touch, being uncomfortable is a part of life youre going to have to deal with. Its not your autism at this point, youre a grown-ass adult who throws a tantrum when the line is a little long. GROW. UP.

Now that that rants over, lets get into what the DNI on their blog was like, because this behavior from them that I just outlined really contextualizes it.

Their DNI had two tiers. The first was "red flags," which meant that if you met any one of them you apparently werent allowed to interact. Of this included your typical nazis, pedophiles, terfs, and... beastars fans. No word of a lie. Being a fan of beastars was apparently just as bad as being a nazi. What did my boy legosi do to you? (Side note: i am forever enamored with how these people seem to think that theres people out there who both self-identify as nazis and would respect a DNI. I didnt even respect that DNI. I didnt interact with them because i thought they were a terrible person, but i did not take that DNI seriously. I was openly posting about beastars in the same server LMAO) and it wasn't just beastars, there was a ton of media that i didnt even know had discourse around them that they listed as red flags if you ever touched. Amazing.

The second tier was "yellow flags" which meant that you werent allowed to interact if you met any 3 or more of them. Here was mostly media, including homestuck fans, neil gaiman fans (WHAT DID NEIL DO TO YOU), and harry potter iirc. (WHY DID YOU SINGLE OUT BEASTARS?? WHAT DID MY BOY LEGOSI DO TO YOU) my favourite part of this though, was that republicans were listed under yellow flags. Apparently its worse to be a beastars fan than a republican. We arent gonna fucking make it

#ramblings

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