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fsfghgee · 8 months

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Bi-Han Breakdown: because I think he deserves it. And unfortunately, he's receiving a lot of hate for no sane reason

Bi-Han is not a saint, but clearly complex and misunderstood. I hope this post can help you to understand his character and alignment in MK1 better.

1° HE LET HIS FATHER DIE, HE IS EVIL!

Bi-Han letting his father die is the main reason that make people think he is evil, but let's think about it...

Bi-Han let his father die, he didn't kill his father in cold blood and Liu Kang knew about it! Why he kept Bi-Han close, had high hopes for him (his words) and still wants him back if he is so evil?

Liu kang: Come in from the cold, Bi-Han. ("Come in from the cold" Definition & Meaning: to become part of a group or of normal society again after one has been outside it.)

Bi-Han: And again kneel before you?

Liu kang to Scorpion (about Bi-Han): I had such high hopes for your brother.

Scorpion to Geras: I want to see the moment my father died. (so yeah, Liu Kang knows how Bi- han/Tomas/Kuai Liang's father died. And he doesn't blame Bi-Han for his death)

Besides, who said his father couldn't have done the same thing with Bi-han's mother, since she was also a warrior who followed Liu Kang and letting someone die is not a big deal for Lord Liu Kang...

Tomas: Did you intend for me to be orphaned?

Liu Kang: Some threads must be cut to weave time's fabric. (Translation: YES, I DID. WHAT YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT?)

Why doesn't he resent his mother for following Liu Kang like he does with his father? Why does he genuinely believes that she would be pround of his actions?

Tomas: If mother were alive...

Bi-Han: She would applaud my actions.

C'mon, look at his eyes! You can see the pain in them:

Bi-Han to Kitana: Your mother's death is regrettable.

He never shows remorse for anything, but he's truly sorry for Sindel's death, because he wasn't there to help them defeats Shang Tsung's god counterpart and maybe prevent her death. He truly admired Sindel. Also, Sindel was a mother. And he loves his mother.

Bi-Han to Sindel: You wield the power that I aspire to.

Bi-Han to Sindel: I don't want your throne. Just part of Earthrealm.

He only despise his father and Liu Kang's authority...

Bi-Han to Liu Kang: My father was a fool to follow you.

Kenshi to Bi-Han: Why do you so resent Liu Kang's authority?

He keep saying to everyone:

Father was a fool, lacked vision, never saw the Lin Kuei's potential etc. Then, you can say BUT HE NEVER SAID HIS FATHER WAS EVIL...

True. But who knows? He doesn't see himself as evil for not trying to save his father (nor Liu Kang, a GOD.) when he had the chance, but a lot of people thinks he is evil for it. And his father was a man of many secrets...

That demon who thinks it's cool kill "evil creatures" whithin her parameters to get what she wants "a pure form/soul": There are many in the Netherrealm (hell) just like you.

Bi-Han: You conflate ambition with evil, Ashrah.

Bi-Han to himself: Our father was a man of many secrets.

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HE IS MEAN TO TOMAS AND TRIED TO KILL HIM, HE IS EVIL!

I truly love Tomas, but Bi-Han not accepting him as a brother in front of him, doesn't make him evil. Tomas's family was murdered by Lin Kuei's warriors in front of him and the grandmaster (Bi-Han's father) took him in to make of that broken child a powerful warrior who could also kill! In Bi-Han's eyes, Tomas was always a potential threat to the clan and he state it in his face:

Bi-Han to Tomas: Your treachery does not surprise me.

But despite everything, he also, multiple times, recognize Tomas as a worthy fellow Lin Kuei and even as his brother:

Look at how proud Tomas seems to be 🥺

How could Bi-Han think about harm Tomas when everything happened so fast?! He couldn't even see where Tomas was, he rushed to check where he was and not even looked at the ground to purposely kick a rock on him:

Liu Kang: Your brothers regret losing your fellowship.

Bi-Han: Then they shouldn't have disobeyed my commands.

He clearly recognize Tomas as his youngest brother, just not in front of him. You ask me why he doesn't do the same in front of Tomas? Firstly, he always had a foot out the door in his relationship with Tomas because of his background (TOMAS'S BIOLOGICAL FAMILY WAS MURDERED BY HIS CLAN); Secondly, Tomas was supporting all that Kuai Liang's mourning for their father's death and Bi-Han was clearly fed up and lost it. You can even see how surprised Tomas was:

He clearly wasn't expecting to hear him talk like that.

And we can't forget that Bi-Han was Tomas's idol before his betrayal. I don't know about you, but I wouldn't idolize and really miss someone who is constantly mean to me, so yes, I don't believe that Bi-Han was constantly an asshole to Tomas, just cold how his own statement:

Tomas: You've always been cold to me.

Bi-Han: Because your blood is not Lin Kuei.

And after defeating Nitara and Ermac the first thing that comes to his mind is the physical integrity of his brothers. He checked BOTH of them:

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HE TRIED TO KILL KUAI LIANG, HE IS EVIL!

We must have been watching different things, because there's no way that the GRANDMASTER of an ancient warrior clan, who can easily kill and is trained for it since childhood, would miss this chance if killing his brother was his true intention:

They trained since childhood, Tomas not even tried to separate them...

You ask why? Because he is used to it! They trained since childhood, they fight against each other since childhood too.

He only shows up to check Kuai Liang when he worries that Bi-Han could have blinded him, that is, gone too far.

And he quickly goes back behind the scene when he sees it was just a scratch:

End this, brother! Embrace the future!

He wasn't trying to kill him (look how he deliberately made this blow go soft here), he was trying to PUNISH him for disobey. And then, I ask you, with whom do you think he learned to do that?

And after this blow, he was holding back so much that he lost to him

4°

HE BETRAYED HIS BROTHERS! HE IS EVIL!

They feel betrayed by him, Bi-Han also feel betrayed by them, but Bi-Han actually betrayed earthrealm and more than once offered them the chance to join him, which they refused because they just want to defend earthrealm not govern it. Which hurts Bi-Han so much, since the entire clan and his best friends (Cyrax and Sektor) believe in his vision, make the clan great again (lol, I mean, achieve greatness, bring glory and respect to his clan etc), but his brothers don't:

Kuai Liang to Tomas: You forget Cyrax and Sektor. Their loyalty to Bi-Han is absolute.

Tomas to Kuai Liang: That the Lin Kuei won't aid us is unforgivable. Bi-Han has corrupted them totally.

His only wrongdoing was trust in Shang Tsung and Shao. They fooled him with false promises. And he already regrets having believed in them:

Bi-Han: I was wrong to trust you.

Shao: Yes, Earthrealmer. You were.

Shang Tsung: You have been cold to my entreaties.

Bi-Han: Because you proved you can't be trusted.

Havik: We were both played for fools.

Bi-Han: Shang Tsung and Quan Chi will pay.

But, unfortunately he has been hunted for helping Shao break out of prison and they are calling him a traitor for it, nothing more:

Sindel: With one act you betrayed two realms.

Bi-Han: Neither deserved my loyalty.

Bi-Han: I helped you, but I've earned no respect.

Shao: Because there's nothing lower than a traitor.

Bi-Han: You would still be in prison, were it not for me!

Raiden: I never thought you would betray Earthrealm.

Bi-Han: My only loyalty is to the Lin Kuei.

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starsandhughes · 1 year

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Penalty Box— Jack’s Tooth: Taylor’s Version

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shadowdaddies · 7 months

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Losing Your Senses

Azriel x Reader smut

A/N: I'm stressed and would like Azriel to distract me

Warnings: smut below the cut, sensory deprivation, blindfold (iykyk), light bondage, oral f!receiving, shadow play, p in v sex, not proofread, minors dni

Palms sweating, head spinning, you tried to steady your breaths as you made your way up to your bedroom. The pressure lately from training and your duties in the court was crushing, too much happening at all times. It was a sensory overload trying to manage your own life while constantly surrounded by your family and the Inner Circle.

You closed the door behind you, just making it over to your bed before you collapsed on the soft mattress, thankful for the closest you had come to peace and quiet in days. You hadn’t noticed your mate sitting by the fire until he made his way over to you. Azriel sat beside you on the mattress, softly touching your shoulder as he murmured, “are you alright, love?”

You lazily propped your head up on an elbow to face him. “I’m so tired, Az. Not like I need sleep, but I’m overwhelmed and restless at the same time. I just wish I could shut everything out, but when I try to relax I can only think about everything that I have to do.”

Azriel hummed softly, seemingly deep in thought. “Would you like to try something, love? Something to let you relax while not focusing on work?” Your brow dipped, confusion flooding your features as you tried to understand what he could mean. “Of course, Az. What did you have in mind?”

He smirked down at you, holding your hand as he pressed a kiss to your knuckles. “Allow me to take care of you,” he spoke in a gravelly voice, eyes darkening as he gestured for you to remove your clothes. Stripping off your shirt, you could already feel arousal pooling between your legs as Azriel kneeled in front of you, helping remove your pants and undergarments.

He guided you to lay back on the bed as he opened the wardrobe, searching through it. He returned to you with a rope in hand that you had used many times before, giving you a soft smile as he brushed your cheek with his thumb. “Say the word if you are uncomfortable at any time, my love,” he murmured, looking deep into your eyes for any sign of hesitation from you. When he was satisfied that he found none, he climbed on top of you, taking your wrists in his hands as he pressed kisses to each of them before bringing them to the bedpost. He secured them together above your head, looking to you for confirmation that you were okay. You smiled brightly at him, sending love and comfort down the bond to assure him that you were okay.

At that, Azriel smiled and leaned back, straddling your waist as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a blindfold. He looked to you again for confirmation, and realizing what he intended, you nodded eagerly. It was oddly relaxing as Azriel took away your sense of sight. One might feel that you were left at his mercy, but you felt the pressures of your responsibilities dissolve, your only focus on the sounds and touches of your mate as you anticipated what he would do next.

You felt the bed shift, and Azriel’s warmth left you as you heard boots move across the floor. The sounds of him undressing were all that you could make out from your place on the bed, your ears perked to listen for any sounds that might indicate his next move. He was still undressing when you felt something cool and soft gliding up your leg. A shadow. The shadow moved slowly, feather-light circles being traced up and down your thigh. You felt the shadow leave for a moment, exhaling in an effort to catch your breath. Before you could, however, the shadow returned with another, the both of them snaking up your legs, closer this time to the place where you needed to be touched that was already embarrassingly wet as you felt the drip onto the mattress.

The shadows circled your hip bones, dipping into your inner thighs before quickly moving back out as you gasped. They moved up your torso, their movements synchronized as they toyed with your nipples, just enough pressure to have you writhing and moaning without relief. While you were absorbed in what the shadows were doing, you didn’t hear Azriel moving to the side of the bed, unaware of his presence until he pinched your hardened nipples, twisting as you mewled beneath his touch. He sent his shadows to soothe each of the sensitive buds as he massaged your breasts, licking a soothing stripe up your neck before kissing back down to your collarbone.

You felt the bed shift again as Azriel climbed over you once more, this time feeling his warm, bare skin against yours. He hovered above you, surprising you with light, teasing touches across your body before he shifted down toward the bottom of the mattress. You could feel his breath against your lower stomach, anticipation making you clench your legs only for Azriel to catch them, holding them apart to grant him unrestricted access to you.

You felt his cool breath blow over your clit, your back arching off the bed as you let out a high-pitched moan at the shock of the stimulation. Every touch felt stronger without your sight, the slightest tease from Azriel setting you on fire. You sighed at the familiar sensation of his warm lips pressing against your thighs, kissing and sucking his way up towards your core. The warmth of his mouth combined with the cool shadows swirling your body sending your mind into a haze.

You vaguely heard Azriel ask you a question, but lost in your own desire you missed whatever he was saying. You managed to stutter out a “w-what, Az?” to which he just chuckled, before diving into your heat with his tongue. You screamed, arching off the bed just for him to push your hips back down with one of his broad hands. He could play your body like an instrument, sucking and licking your clit until you quickly went over the edge. Before you could come back down from your high, Azriel thrusted two fingers inside you, curling them at a relentless pace as his tongue continued its assault on your sensitive clit. You were a writhing, drooling mess beneath him as you hit your second orgasm.

Azriel finally sat up, and you could hear the sound of him sucking his fingers clean as you came down from your high. His weight shifted on the bed, and he pressed a kiss to your lips, you deepening the kiss as you moaned, tasting yourself on his tongue. You felt Azriel’s hard cock at your entrance, and you breathed, “wait.” He immediately pulled back as you whispered, “I want to see you for this part.” The blindfold was quickly lifted, your eyes adjusting to the light as your mate smiled above you, nothing but adoration in his eyes as he sat up to untie your wrists from the headboard, once more massaging and kissing them softly.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, urging him closer to you as you lined Azriel up with your entrance. You pulled him closer by his hair, kissing him deeply at the same time he entered you, the two of you moaning into each other’s mouths. Azriel moved at a slow but hard pace, hitting the spot that had you moaning lewdly with each thrust, until you urged him on. “Please, Az. Fuck me until I can’t think.” You turned over on your knees and elbows, arching your back to display your ass for him as he groaned at the sight and thrust into you once more. He moved at a rough pace this time, leaving you to only focus on staying tethered to this world as you found yourself nearing the edge for a third time tonight. You felt Azriel’s cock twitch inside you as he moved his thumb to your clit, sending you over the edge with him following shortly after.

You collapsed onto the bed, barely aware of your surroundings except that Azriel must have come back with a warm, damp rag to clean you up before bringing you close to his chest, where you promptly fell into a deep sleep for the first time in weeks.

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capseycartwright · 1 year

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hiiiiiiii lorna it’s only weird if you make it weird if u want<3

a throwback to quarantine era because there's just not enough of it u know?

Eddie Diaz is a grown man. He probably shouldn’t need to clarify that, but he is a grown man – and as a grown man of thirty-something years of age, he shouldn’t be feeling so weird about sharing a bed with his best friend.

Except he might be having a panic attack of some kind.

“Eddie,” Buck huffed, squirming as he got settled on the left side of his California King. He looked laidback, and comfortable – which was to be expected, Eddie supposed, given this was Buck’s bed, and Buck’s home. Eddie had always struggled with comfort, and he relied on being in his own space to find that comfort: and now, he was here, in Buck’s loft, sharing the relatively small space with three other people, and he wasn’t sure when he’d actually be able to go home to his own house, to his son.

“Buck,” Eddie mimicked, trying to use sarcasm to cover up his nervousness.

He didn’t know why he was being so weird.

(He did –

His slowly changing feelings toward Buck were something Eddie didn’t have the mental – or emotional – capacity to deal with just yet, and then the world went mad, and they were in lockdown and there was a killer virus spreading through the world, and now Eddie was having to face sharing a bed with his best friend who he might – maybe – have some less than platonic feelings toward, and –

He was being weird about it.)

“You have to get in bed if you’re going to sleep,” Buck hummed, folding his arms across his chest. He was wearing pyjamas, a garish cartoon character printed on the front of the grey material.

“I just – is it weird?” Eddie hopped from left, to right, the cool wood of Buck’s bedroom floor cold under his bare feet. But he’s not an animal – he wasn’t going to sleep with socks on and face the cripplingly domestic task of finding the socks he would inevitably kick off during the night under the weight of the shared duvet.

“It’s only weird if you make it weird,” Buck shrugged, seemingly unbothered by the prospect of sharing a bed with Eddie for the foreseeable future.

“I snore,” Eddie offered.

“I talk in my sleep,” Buck countered. “I kick sometimes, too – so sorry in advance to your shins. Any other arguments to make?”

Nightmares, Eddie wanted to say –

Sometimes, he woke up screaming and he couldn’t remember why: and other times, he woke up screaming and the why felt terrifyingly vivid: it was Afghanistan, it was watching Shannon die, it was losing Christopher and that constant fear that Eddie wasn’t a good enough father, it was watching the ladder truck up and the weight of it crush Buck while Eddie screamed Buck’s name until his lungs burned.

“I’m a restless sleeper,” he finally settled on a more measured set of words: because admitting to the fact that his sleep was plagued by nightmares and insomnia felt as though it wasn’t something he could talk about right now – and maybe wasn’t the right moment, either, given the tension that had crept into every corner of Buck’s loft as the four of them wondered how long they might have to live like this: crushed in like sardines, desperate to protect their families from a virus they didn’t know enough about yet.

Buck grinned. “I’m a deep sleeper,” he countered. “So, we’re a perfect match.”

Eddie couldn’t argue anymore, and so he nodded, padding the final few metres to the right side of Buck’s bed, tugging his side of the duvet free, sliding in, the cotton of Buck’s sheets soft under his skin. Buck’s bed was big, sure, but they were two relatively big guys – so Buck’s shoulder was pressed to his, as Eddie tried to get settled.

“It’ll be okay,” Buck reassured, his voice quiet, quiet enough to make sure that Hen, and Chimney couldn’t hear from downstairs. Those words were for Eddie, and Eddie alone.

Eddie appreciated it so much he could cry.

“How do you know that?” he wasn’t great, at voicing his fears, but Buck had always made him feel comfortable enough to admit to some of those dark thoughts running a marathon inside of his head.

“Because,” Buck nudged Eddie’s shoulder, the faint outline of his smile in the dim light of the loft all the reassurance that Eddie had ever needed to get through the worst days of his life. “It always is, when you and I have anything to do with it.”

And yeah –

Maybe Buck was right.

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dandylovesturtles · 10 months

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uh just a little something because I was thinking of something earlier and idk I like quiet moments of intimacy between people

set in the bad future timeline but like nobody's dying or anything, it's just #autismproblems but also it's the apocalypse

cw in depth discussion of food sensitivities? ig?

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Leo knocks on the lab door before giving his code to the voice lock, just to give Donnie a little warning before he comes in. He's holding a small plate, utensils, and two bowls of stew, which don't smell particularly appetizing, but they have to do what they can with limited rations, these days.

Donnie is hunched over his work table, battleshell off which means he's taken April's suggestion/threat to get a few hours of shell time every day to heart. He's wearing his ragged and dirty hoodie, the one he refuses to part with no matter how many holes it gets, because both the color and fabric are "perfect".

He looks over his shoulder as Leo walks in, then sighs and hunches a little further down. He's tense, now.

"That time, huh?"

"Yep." He sets the bowl down on the desk, along with his spoon. "My suggestion is don't ask what's in it."

"I stopped asking after we lost the greenhouse." Donnie keeps his attention on his work. "Leave it there; I'll eat it when I'm done with this."

"Aww, come on." Leo grabs the extra chair and wheels it over, collapsing into it. "You don't want to eat dinner with your favorite twin?"

Donnie raises his goggles so the look he gives in response is more effective. "Did Mikey send you to babysit me?"

"Whaaat? Pfft. No."

Technically it's not a lie - April sent him.

"Uh-huh," says Donnie like he absolutely doesn't buy that. He's still not reaching for the bowl.

"...Dee," says Leo, his voice going softer. He nods at the bowl. "You gotta eat."

They've all noticed how he's been losing weight - and all of them have lost weight, that's not exclusively a Donnie problem, but Donnie's weight loss has been far more apparent. None of them are getting enough to eat, but Donnie isn't eating enough.

And Leo knows why. The food they're eating now isn't exactly a taste or sensory delight even for him, and he's been known to eat just about any garbage put in front of him. He can only imagine how it is for Donnie.

But he has to eat. He can't just stop.

Donnie mumbles something under his breath, but then he swivels his chair away from the table. He motions to a more clean surface across the room. "Let's at least go over there, if you insist on watching me."

"Let's move over there for our casual family dinner," agrees Leo, and he can't help but grin at the eye roll he gets in response.

They move, and Leo passes the plate and fork and knife off to Donnie. Then he stops staring at his brother for a bit and starts eating his own stew; set a good example. The meat in it is not very good - fatty and chewy, with some gristly bits - but it's protein, and Leo will take what he can get.

When he's almost halfway through his bowl, he looks back and sees Donnie has only managed to suck down some of the broth and not a lot else.

"You can't just eat the broth," he says, and Donnie grimaces.

"I know that. I know this is all we have and that if I want to stay functioning I have to eat it." Donnie hisses an annoyed breath through his teeth. "But if logically knowing things solved the problem you wouldn't be in here babysitting me."

"I'm not babysitting you. Think of me like... your eating hypeman." When Donnie raises an eyebrow at him, he grins and pumps his fist. "Go go Tello go!"

"Annoyed huff, you are the worst," Donnie grouses, but the tension in his shoulders loosens up, just a little. He dips the spoon in and ladles out a smaller piece of the meat, screwing up his face when he looks at it. But he puts it in his mouth.

Just eating that little bit seems like it takes a massive amount of work. Donnie chews for a long time, squeezing his eyes shut and fanning one hand like he's trying to cool himself down. Then he swallows, finally, and it looks like it physically pains him.

But he ate it and didn't cough it back out and that's a win in Leo's book.

He bites back any comments like "That wasn't so bad, was it?" because he knows from the look on Donnie's face it was absolutely terrible. Instead he just asks, "Think you can do a few more?"

"No," he says immediately, and Leo sighs.

"Donnie..."

"I'm trying," Donnie snaps, and Leo quiets. "I didn't ask to be like this. Trust me, I know how inconvenient it is."

And Leo hates this, hates that his brother is talking that way, hates the state of the world is such that he has to struggle just to eat, but he has to choose his responses carefully because Donnie hates to be pitied.

"I know, bro - shit sucks," he says, and puts warmth in his voice to tell Donnie this isn't a dismissal; if he wants to complain the whole way about how much he hates this, Leo will gladly listen. "If you wanna beat up some krang hounds about it later, we can do that."

Donnie actually makes a noise that is dangerously close to a laugh. "And do what, make more stew out of them?"

"This isn't krang hound! I think..."

"You really don't know?"

"I was serious about not asking," says Leo, and Donnie's lips actually twitch up.

He fishes another piece of meat out, sets it on the plate and cuts it up into smaller chunks. Leo knows he feels self-conscious, having to do that. He's hardly the only person in the colony that has texture issues, and Leo knows no one is dumb enough to try to pick a fight with Donatello Hamato over his eating habits, but... some things Donnie feels more comfortable doing only in the presence of family.

If hiding in his lab and chopping all his food up into bite-size chunks is what it takes to get his brother to eat, though, Leo will let him do it.

Donnie takes the small chunks one at a time and swallows them whole, without chewing. His mutant biology makes it easier, and he reacts less visibly nauseous this way.

He gets through two more pieces of meat like that, Leo watching him while he eats his own. He wants to tell Donnie he's proud of him, but then Donnie will definitely feel babied and he'll throw Leo out.

So instead, Leo ladles up one of his veggies (at least, he thinks it's a veggie) and pops it in his mouth.

"Slimy, yet satisfying," he says with a smirk.

"Take your hakuna matatas and shove them up your ass," says Donnie without missing a beat.

Leo doubles over laughing, and when he looks back up Donnie is grinning and over half his bowl is gone.

#rottmnt bad future #rise leonardo #rise donatello #dandy fanfiction

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two-white-butterflies · 1 year

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you're losing me (two) | am. targaryen and j. velaryon

Description: The 'fake-relationship' begins. Social media is taken by storm. Rating: General Audiences part one

Aemond was a gentleman - he always made sure that he was paying you his full attention. "Do you want to go shopping?" he asked, pointing at the shop in front of him. It was a small boutique - popular only to those that could afford the pieces inside. "Yes," you smiled, pulling him closer inside the building.

He didn't need to tell you twice.

"What are your parents like? Are they uptight or cool?" you inquired, dismissing the sales associate that wanted to help you. He took a deep breath - trying to find words that could explain his parents. "My dad is old, he's traditional in a sense - but my mom is trendy. She'll warm up to you." he smiled, watching as your eyebrows bumped into each other. Traditional and modest attire it is then.

There was a vintage white dress on the rack, you've seen it in one of the vogue covers from a few decades ago. It was an iconic piece, but not famous enough that it would seem tacky. His hands snake around your waist, "What?" you ask and he nudges your body slowly, pointing at the paparazzi that were standing outside of the door.

"Kiss me," he demanded, pulling your body closer - until you could smell his perfume. "You're demanding, you know that?" you tease, reaching to cup his cheeks. The paparazzi's outside of the window were having a seizure - making sure to take a picture of every moment. "- but you like that." he paused, pressing your lips together.

He tasted like black coffee and cherries. It was intoxicating - a taste that was new to your tongue. You couldn't help but let a moan seep through - he smirks through the kiss before letting you go. He pretends to be shocked that the paparazzi were outside. "Let's go," he mouthed, pulling you into a deeper part of the store where the 'media' couldn't see.

ynkittenworld: Y/N spotted with mystery man (two separate occasions), new album soon? world tour soon? WHO IS THIS MAN!!! side note: happy for you mommy 😺

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reinaynworld: MOM EXPLAIN?

thegreatwar: I'm going to auntie bella's house ☹️

boogeyman: acc. to some ppl that saw them the man is aemond targaryen and he owns this tech startup that's worth billions. UR WELCOME AND THANK YOU FELLOW Y/N'S KITTENS

Aemond sits on your blue sofa, sipping his tea while browsing through social media. "Your fans are crazy, dude." he hummed - watching as people shared his face all around various platforms. He wasn't aware that he was famous enough to be discovered. "They even found my instagram account." he complained, seeing follow requests from people that he didn't know.

"If you can't handle the fire, don't go to the kitchen." you shrug, placing a piece of pastry on the round table. He was a gracious guest, always helping you around with household chores - after the whole scenario with the paparazzi, he was spending all his time inside your little hotel room. "Helaena's blasting my phone, she a big fan of you." he smiled, replying to his sister with a GIF of you laughing. "Helaena?" you ask while lying on his lap.

His fingers comb through your hair, untangling the knots that your hairbrush couldn't fix. "My older sister." he answered - staring deep into your features. He couldn't deny that you were beautiful, and that your personality stirred something inside of him - but you were just a summer thing, right? Something that would allow him to inherit all of his father's fortune.

"I know nothing about your family to be honest. Google didn't have anything other than your dating history and zodiac sign." you state, wanting him to talk about his family more. It was interesting to see a stoic and conniving man smile when he spoke about family. "- what's my zodiac sign?" he questioned, not knowing the answer.

"Gemini," you answer immediately. "- and you used to date Lindsay Lohan." you add with a smile. He was older than he looked. He places a strand of your hair away from your face. "Stalker," he mumbled - and you sat up straight, glaring at him playfully. You were about to tickle him, but your phone rings. 'Jacaerys' it read out, and you placed your phone in your pocket.

"We should hard-launch each other," you suggest and he raised his eyebrows. "What's that?" he inquired - unfamiliar with the word. "Posting each other on social media." you replied and he nods.

It would work perfectly with his plan.

(your first name) : our secret moments, in a crowded room...they got no idea about me and you. @officialaemondtargaryen

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maybemaybemaybe: Rue, when was this?

officialaemondtargaryen: there is an indentation, in the shape of you😉 - (your first name) : 100% not typed by me using his phone

You couldn't stop giggling as his phone was bombarded with messages and calls from your fans. He could hardly use the thing properly. "They have got to stop." he sighed, while his phone buzzed and vibrated on the coffee table. "You need a new phone," you chuckle - watching while he tried to get rid of the messages.

"I have a private account, how are they doing this?" he sighs, all the while Aegon and Helaena keep calling his phone. Another laugh escapes your mouth - he defeatedly settles the phone on the table.

"You poor thing," you giggle, a small pout graces his lips. "You are going to be the poor thing after what I do to you." he chuckles, placing his hands on your waist. For a second you believe that the feelings between you were genuine - not because of the need for money. "What are you going to do?" you ask, and he smirks.

Hands trailing down to your sides and tickling you.

(your first name)

Very bored today, #AskMeAnything

wendychoi: what is your hairstyle called? - (your first name): doggy style

pinturilla23: Where did u meet dad? - (your first name): we met at a hotel garden 😁

yournamefan: Are you going to make an album about Aemond? - (your first name): yes he's gonna make a handsome muse 😉🥰

Lucerys stuffed a large piece of vanilla ice cream on his mouth. "(Your Name) is dating our uncle, how do you feel about that?" he teased, moving his body away so that Jace couldn't do anything to him. "I don't care," Jace huffed, reaching for a spoon to take a piece off his brother's ice cream. "He doesn't care but he's turning red." Joffrey piped, giggling loudly while eating his strawberry ice cream.

"I wonder if he'll take her to the reunion." Joffrey adds, and a sigh escapes from Jace's mouth. 'Give you my wild, give you a child.' turned to dust - and never to return. He knew that it was not his fault - your personalities just managed to clash with each other.

You were the kind to fight for something - to beg for him to fight for the relationship. He was the opposite of that.

If it was meant to be - then you wouldn't need to fight for it.

part three

@minaxcarter @glame @xcinnamonmalfoyx @winxchesters @yentroucnagol @hotchnerswife @itsabby15 @mxxny-lupin @joliettes @kemillyfreitas @mxtantrights

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erensangel444 · 5 months

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sneak peek: family and friends discount

sneak peek of the new dealer!yuuji fic i'm working on. currently stuck on one part and IM LOSING IT !!!! but here's a lil sneakaroo for now.

for context, this is the second time they're seeing each other :D

"aye, y/n," you heard from across the room, the loud bass of the music making it harder to hear. you turned around to see yuuji walking over to you with a smile.

"yuuji! hi," you said, smiling up at him. he could tell you were drunk right now, due to his his name coming out a little slurred and your all too-gleeful expression.

"c-can we go outside?" you asked, your hand coming up to touch his bicep. you let it rest there as you continued, "s' really loud in here."

yuuji was reeling at your touch. it felt like there were flames underneath your fingers, prickling against his skin.

he did his best to try and keep his cool, "mhm, c'mon" he said, his hand falling to the small of your back as he led you out the sliding glass door.

the two of you were now in the backyard, yuuji watching you race over to the swinging seat held up between two large oak trees.

"c'mere" you said, seemingly exasperated, "y'so slow," you teased, laughing softly.

yuuji chuckled before walking over to you and sitting down next to you.

"you're having a fun night, huh?" he said, turning to look at you with that same annoyingly cute smile.

"the best," you sighed softly. "better now that you're here."

yuuji was taken aback by your boldness. apparently you were the poster child for liquid courage.

"oh yeah? ya' never texted me about getting more..." yuuji joked.

"i meant to, i swear!" you said your hands quickly coming up in your defense. your hand fell on yuuji's leg as you continued, "was gonna text you tomorrow, promise."

"i believe you, princess," yuuji said, smiling softly. yuuji reached his hand into his pocket, pulling out the joint he had rolled before the party and a lighter. "don't have to wait for tomorrow if you don't want to, though."

he handed the lighter to you, putting the joint in between his lips. "would you do the honors," yuuji mumbled around the joint, that dopey smirk still lingering on his lips.

your thumb fumbled with the lighter, flicking it once, then twice before the flame lit up the space between you and yuuji. you brought the flame to the end of the joint, holding it there for a few seconds before letting your thumb off, the light dissapating.

"want some?" yuuji said after exhaling. "mhm," you hummed softly, grabbing the joint from him, "thank you."

yuuji's cheeks were heating up. he wanted to admire everything about you in this moment. he found himself eager to know more about you; what you liked, and disliked, your fears, your favorite movie, the weirdest conspiracy theory you believed in.

for a girl that he had met only a week ago, you had such an effect on him. he felt like he was in a trance.

"y-yuuji," you whined, waving your hand in front of his face. he was just staring at you softly when he finally broke out of whatever spell you had put him under.

"s-sorry," he laughed, "m a little drunk too if i'm being honest."

"who said i was drunk?" you joked, grinning. yuuji laughed, raising his eyebrows, "oh you're so sober right now, my apologies."

you laughed, i could walk in a straight line right now. i--i could pass those cop tests right now, if i wanted to!"

"cop tests..." yuuji chuckled.

"mhm, mhm! watch," you said, handing the joint back to yuuji before standing up. you turned your back to your yuuji, walking attempting to walk in a straight line, putting one foot in front of the other.

in all honesty, yuuji was not paying attention to your, as you would put it, undeniable sobriety.

instead, his eyes lingered on the way your skirt was riding up, exposing more of your skin.

he quickly looked down, chastising himself internally for acting like a pervert.

"n' how was that?" you asked, turning back around to find yuuji looking down.

"you weren't even watching!" you whined, walking back over to sit down next to him.

"oh i saw," yuuji said, looking over at you. the two of you just sat there, eyes locked on one another. you watched his line of sight travel between your eyes and your lips, and you secretly wished he could hear you internally begging for him to "just kiss me!"

instead, yuuji stood up as he spoke, "and that was some stellar walking, y/n, but......not as good as mine," yuuji joked, standing up and mimicking your walking.

you watched yuuji walk, unable to control your laughter. yuuji's heart was floating at the sound.

"you literally just zig-zagged that whole time!"

#yuuji itadori x reader #yuuji itadori smut #yuuji itadori imagine #jjk imagine #jjk smut #jjk x reader #yuuji smut #yuuji imagine #yuuji x reader

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profounddefendorcrusade-blog · 1 month

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Let's talk about genocide Starlo

... because on one hand, I understand where the devs were coming from. They wanted to highlight that Star was not the cool, badass sheriff he'd love to be. Some pointed out how, realistically, he couldn't have defeated Clover and especially delivered the final blow (he does it in pacifist/neutral bc hes in the worst possible headspace). Star is a big softie and a "naive fool," lets be real. But still, there is one more thing that he is: caring.

He cares about the town, toursits, especially his friends. It's been shown over and over and OVER again. And i'm sure as hell disappointed he didn't bring a real gun. Yeah, he was always aware this was all play pretend, but just for a few minutes, this man should have tried to be the sheriff he never got the chance to be before.

For the sake of everyone. For the sake of justice.

I'm not even asking for an epic battle. I'm asking for a battle that wouldn't even be close to Undyne's in UT's geno. But it would be Starlo's battle. A battle he was robbed of for the sake of Ceroba getting the spotlight.. for the 2nd time. Because this dude is clearly seen as a joke by the devs. I'll ask:

Why ceroba AGAIN? she shone in pacifist, while Star was always more of a comic relief and its depressing. Especially since the genocide route ties too well with a twisted image of justice. Star values it as much as Clover, but here he could have been the hero of justice. I just have to say....

STARLO IS THE ONLY ONE OF THE MAIN CHARACTERS WHO DOESN'T EVEN HAVE BATTLE MODE IN GENOCIDE WE WERE ROBBED HES LITERALLY THE EQUIVALENT TO MONSTER KID OR METTATON NEO i'm not sure BUT EVEN MK GOT A BATTLE MODE. METTATON NEO ALSO GOT A BATTLE MODE. EVERYONE GOT A BATTLE MODE EXCEPT STARLO

He should have said... "I may not be a real sheriff by title, but my soul will deliver justice!" Or smth Then just like during the Asgore fight, he'd almost be dead, ceroba arrives, tries to protect star, gets shot by Clover, they say goodbye to each other, then, before he is about to get shot too starlo says smth like genocide undyne and that's how he goes out.

Even better, he, without thinking, throws his hat on the ground (bc he metaphorically no longer wants to admire or associate himself with humans, ever again), seeing his bff die in front of him and goes either: "I don't care if you make fun. This isn't about being cool anymore. This is about my town, my friends. This is about JUSTICE." or "No... I won't fight you/deliver justice as North Star." *pause* "I'll do it as Starlo." and the dork then just stares at clover (There'd be a "laugh" option if Clover decides to act because, well, they see him for the nerd he is) but he's DETERMINED and at this point it doesn't even matter if he's not skilled, he'd do something he hadn't done in years just for the sake of saving his remaining friends, family, and other potential victims: Starlo would fight AS HIMSELF.

But maybe he wouldn't even fight after he takes his hat off. maybe he'd try to explain to Clover violence isn't the answer like Martlet, because that's something the real him would do. He'd drop the hat, drop the gun, drop the belief that he's a badass, and instead accept that he was, and always will be, a big ol' softie. And there's nothing wrong with that.

Point is, would he actually kill clover? hell no. That would be ooc (now that I think about it, why wouldn't he, when he is able to do it in other 2 routes? And he COULD have done it in flawed pacifist? His whole world and identity crashing down and losing all his friends is terrible, losing his bff to a human he trusted and to whom he gave a gun is also terrible, but so is letting a genocidal maniac continue killing)

But he'd die knowing two things:

1)he had tried to be a real, dignified sheriff, and failed (bc he died, not bc he didn't try. In canon, he doesn't even try and THAT'S SO UNLIKE HIM especially considering the situation)

2)in his final moments, he finally became himself again

and that.. that would have been so much more satisfying than what we got.

#uty #undertale yellow #starlo uty #uty starlo #i wont even check the grammar this time #im really mad rn #like i get what they were going for but #star deserved this fight #why is he treated like a joke all the time #Imagine if he canonically had something of substance to say to clover #even axis threw at us an important piece of lore before he was blown up #dalv too

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bisexual-horror-fan · 9 months

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It happened. Let's talk about it under the fucking cut.

Hello! I am here to regale you with the tale of how my Saturday at Fan Expo went! So it started with how I could not fucking sleep the night before. Fitful, I kept waking up over and over and finally got out of bed before nine. I hung around for a while, did a face mask, painted my nails, showered, got ready and into my fit for the day. We departed slightly after noon and grabbed some food and made our way to Toronto. We get there and park in the usual place and make the couple block hike to the convention centre, the check in process went smoothly and then, it was time to shop around.

We went from the North building to the South building, much more interested in checking out niche’ vendors and artists’ alley, I was in there for less than an hour before I had to break away to run to the photo op. Mr.Bex gives me a kiss on the cheek and told me, “Try not to cum in front of them.”

“Easier said than done!” I called as I run off. Now, last year it took me forever to get back to the North building, so I left with an hour before my time I had to be there. On the way, I see a Ghostface in a very cute almost magical girl outfit, short flouncy skirt and a bedazzled pink mask. I am looking at them, they see me looking, and they give me a pose and a peace sign, I grin and give one back, a super fun moment. I get to the North building and the photo op space in less than twenty minutes. So that means I get to toddle around the dealers floor. I do so, take in some cosplays, contemplate some purchases, they had an old full sized classic Scream one poster for twenty bucks, but I passed on it.

Finally, it’s time to go get into the actual line. I’m in line 13, in the first group for the Matt and Skeet time slot, and I made like six friends while in line. Everyone was very into my outfit, one girl had a tattoo on her arm that said, “My mom and dad are gonna be so mad at me.” We were all losing it. Another girl was there with her partner and she was in a 600 dollar custom fitted movie accurate Ghostface costume, with the glitter fabric and all, it was shockingly impressive. She especially liked my shirt and was impressed by the fact I made it, and asked aloud, “Why don’t they make shirts like those and sell them?” I laughed and told her, “Well, I’ve considered it, I won’t lie.”

It is a surreal experience listening to this assortment of hot gothy early twenty-something scream fans, many who came from whole provinces away just for this, just to be here for them, talking about how hot they are and how down bad they are while I stand next to them, having written a couple of hundred thousand words about the characters they love in question. I almost told em I wrote fic, almost.

While waiting around, Matt ended up coming out into the line-up space?! There was a fan in a wheelchair, and he wheeled em back personally while chatting them up and giving high-fives, he was five feet from me. The photo op starts late, I don’t care, it’s fine. We scan tickets, drop bags and then are in the same curtained off space as them, they let in small groups at a time to keep it moving smoothly. My heart is fucking pounding. We make it back, there was a family in front of me, their middle kid was dressed as Ghostface and their baby was in a scooby doo onesie and Matt held him for the picture, so cute.

Our especially extra Ghostface friend from the line was right in front of me, and then it’s my turn. I make sure my extra shirt is pulled to the side, Two Boys Are Better Than One proudly displayed, and I move. I greet them with a “Hi!”

Skeet gave me a very cool sounding “Hey” and Matthew made eye contact with me and gave me a polite nod with a, “Hello.” That I can only say was said in a very him way.

I asked, as I was moving in, “Can I be in the middle?”

And Matt had this expression with that sort of half smile he does, brows pinched together as he nods, telling me like it should be obvious, “Oh of course.”

I get in between them, and Matt’s hand is on my shoulder, Skeet’s hand is on my lower back and my hand is on Matt’s lower back and my other hand holding onto Skeet’s side (and fucks sake he is firm.)

I got an extra second because the photographer directed me to lower my head, so I wouldn’t get glasses glare, I assume. I revel in the extra seconds and contact, the picture is snapped, and I break away, without thinking I sort of pat Skeet’s side, and he returns the gesture and tells me, “Good job.”

Skeet fucking Ulrich told me good job.

Bury me now. I am done for.

I get my bag, I get my picture, I get it framed, and I go find Mr.Bex. He and I leave the con, we get back to our car, and then go to a tattoo shop where my friend Mel gave me my You Might Be The Killer tattoo. We drove home, I slammed several slices of pizza, and now I am writing this for you!

It was. Fucking amazing, I loved it so much, it was more than worth every penny. Now I can officially say, I am That Cunt that wore a shirt baring my super pornographic smut fic’s title on my tits while getting a picture with the two guys who inspired it all.

And speaking of inspiration, just you wait to see the fic I am going to write after this.

#TBABTO #Two Boys Are Better Than One #FOR LIFE #BHF face #I had SUCH a good day #FUCK #I AM SO DEAD

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atinylittlepain · 1 year

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Congratulations on the 2k! You so deserve it. I" got love in my tummy and a tiny little pain": maybe something based on "tolerate it" by taylor swift?

hey darling, thank you for sending this in. i may have angsted too close to the sun on this one :')

Tolerate It

joel miller x f!reader

warnings | 18+ smut, angst, like very significant angst, ok? kinda toxic relationship too

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Break free and leave us in ruins

Took this dagger in me and removed it

Gain the weight of you then lose it

He comes home the same way every night. Long shadows cast across the peeling wallpaper of the apartment, the dull sound of his boots the only communication she gets, her ears pricking from where she’s sitting on the couch, keeping her eyes pointedly on the page of her book as he sits down next to her with a ragged sigh.

It hadn’t always been like this. She used to try. To give him her smiles, greet him with a soft touch, ask him if he was alright. But she’s learned better by now that he has no interest in her trying. In his words, he has no interest in playing house with her. And now, every night is the same.

They move like tired dancers, running a routine they know all too well. The only softness he gives her is his cheek coming to rest on her shoulder, the weight of him pressing heavy and warm into her side, a silent ask. And she always gives him what he wants. She runs a hand through his hair, nails scratching lightly at his scalp, the way she knows he likes.

It’s a delicate tension, the way she guides them through it, taking his hands and leading him into the bedroom, wordlessly undressing him, and then herself. But he is the one with all the power, the one who holds her hips down into the mattress with a bruising grip, her face pressing into the pillows, tears dampening the scratchy sheets. It’s better this way, on her stomach so she doesn’t have to see the vacant look in his eyes. And when they both come crashing with broken cries, never of each other’s names, he makes penance with a cool cloth running over her skin, cleaning what mess he can.

He likes to be held, to have her front pressed against his back, her arms wrapped around him, a leg hitched over his. And she knows that love shouldn’t feel like this, like constantly waiting for a punchline that he’ll never tell her. But he’s all she’s known in this world, her family gone, too young to remember a time before all this. So she holds on a little tighter, her lips an anchor against his shoulder.

And while every night is the same, this morning is going to be different. She wakes up before the sun, the peaceful pull of his breath letting her know he won’t rouse anytime soon. Silently dressing, her eyes don’t leave his figure for a moment, not even as she slings her pack over her shoulders, the pack she’s been hiding from him for weeks.

She had balked at it initially, Marlene’s offer, a new life somewhere far away. But each night pulled her a little closer to the promise of a future that doesn’t look like this. She’ll be on the outside in a few short hours, but now, she crouches down alongside the bed, taking in his slack features, the part of his lips. A barely there hand on his cheek, her fingers ghosting over the slope of his nose, the arc of his jaw, a map of him she’ll hold onto in her mind. She presses a kiss and a whisper to his forehead before she leaves.

“Goodbye, Joel.”

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #tlou #joel miller x reader #tlou fanfiction #joel miller x you #joel miller angst #the last of us #joel miller smut #joel miller imagine #joel miller one shot

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cmncisspnandmore · 5 months

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heyyy so i saw that your requests were open so i wanted to ask:

could you write an Simon Ghost Riley x fem!reader where she kinda has control issues as she could never trust people with doing the bare minimum so she always does it herself- (she is a civilian by the way). so one day simon sees her breaking down, losing her golden patience and being a crying mess because she is so stressed with doing everything

(ngl i need some comfort after that happened to me)

love you and dont stress yourself!!

Hi Nonny! I hope you're feeling a little better now. You can always message me if you need to talk. I'm sorry this isnt super long, my 3D printed tiny human is having a rough day, but i wanted to get this out for you. I hope i did it justice, its kinda hard to put into words what doing everything looks and feels like. But I did my best. If its not what you wanted/needed please let me know and I will try again. Lots of Love <3 Paige

Pairing: Simon X Reader

Warnings: Overwhelming feelings, soft simon, little bit of butt touching. Like one swear word.

Word Count: 960

You were tired.

Beyond tired, you were exhausted.

The kind of exhaustion that seems to be radiating from your bones. Your hands shake as you sit on the floor of the bathroom. Your back pressed against the side of the bathtub. The cool surface sends chills down your spine as you wipe your hands across your cheeks. It was a pointless action, the tears were falling faster than you could get rid of them. Your cheeks are raw and sore from the constant rub.

Your chest aches from trying to hold back the sobs that threaten to escape. You clamp a hand over your mouth as your shoulders shake, strangled gasp for breath leaving your lips. A pair of boots stop outside the bathroom door and you know that you’ve been caught. Your best efforts to keep quiet, to not worry Simon, have been foiled.

There's a soft knock on the bathroom door, followed by the handle being turned, the wood creaking as Simon’s blonde hair and brown eyes peek behind the door.

“Love?” He says softly, as he slips through the door and closes it again, coming to crouch down in front of you. His brows pulled together in worry. “What's wrong?” He asks softly.

“I’m tired… I just.. I need the world to just pause for a moment so I can catch my breath,” you sniffle, as Simon takes a seat next to you. His arm wrapping around your shoulders as they shake.

“What do you mean Lovie?” He asks, his fingers brushing along your upper arm as he listens.

“I feel like I can never relax.. There’s always something that needs to be done. The dishes, the laundry, something at work, going to appointments, making sure the house is taken care of while you’re gone. I feel like i'm running on empty,” you sob, resting your head on his shoulder.

Simon is quiet for a moment, his hands continue to stroke the fabric of your shirt sleeve as he holds you. He knows the feeling, the inability to let someone else do something for you because what if they don't do it right. Or what if they don't do it at all? He's been there before, after his family was killed. After he was buried alive. He didn't trust anyone else to do the job, so he did it all himself. Wore himself out so thin he wasn't sure he would ever recover.

He noticed it in you too, at first he thought you were just trying to be independent. That you wanted to show him that you could do things on your own when he was away. Which Simon appreciated, he liked to know that you would be okay while he was gone but it quickly became more than that. You started taking over all the chores, making sure that everything was done before he got the chance.

It wasn't to say that Simon didn't try to help you. He did, but you were often insistent that you could do it, you didn't need him to look after you. Night after night you would come home, make dinner, clean it up, and do everything in between, while waving Simon off with the promise you could handle it.

But now, as Simon holds you in his arms on the bathroom floor he wishes he could take what you're feeling away. He wishes he tried harder to get you to relax, because it was clear you hadnt relaxed in a long time. Simon takes a deep breath, his head resting on yours.

“You gotta let me help you, Lovie…” he whispers.

“But i can do it…” You sniffle, pulling away slightly to look at him with teary eyes.

“I know you can, but you don't have to. You don't have to do everything yourself, we’re a team…” His hand comes to rest on the side of your cheek, wiping away your tears. “How can we be a team if you do everything yourself? You know how much I love you right?” You give him a small nod, leaning your cheek into his hand.

“Good girl…” he smiles slightly, “And because I love you, I need you to start letting me help you out. You don't need to be the one who keeps the house in order, or makes dinner every night, you don't need to pretend that nothing is bothering you. I know how stressed you are at work. I know how you feel like you're being pulled a million different directions at all times because you feel like you have to do everything, control everything. But you don't, Love.” Simon’s thumb wipes some of the tears from your cheeks.

“So what you're going to do now, is you’re going to change into your comfiest clothes, and you’re gonna go to our room and lay down, pick out a movie, and i’ll be there in a moment. Then we’re gonna spend the rest of the day in bed, napping and eating junk food until you feel a little better, okay?” He leans forward kissing your forehead.

After a moment you let out a small sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him into a tight hug. “Okay…” you mumble into his shoulder as his arms wrap around you, one hand on the back of your head. “I love you Simon…” You whisper.

“I love you too, now go,” he smiles as you pull away. As you stand up and head out of the bathroom, Simon's hand smacks your ass, a yelp leaving your lips as you look back at him with a small smile on your face.

“Simon!” you scold.

“Sorry Darling, I couldn't help myself,” He smirks as he follows you out of the bathroom.

#simon x reader #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #x reader #cod xreader #cod #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw3 #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost cod #ghost #comfort fic #drabble

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blingblong55 · 1 year

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My Hero- Captain Price

This is based on a request:

Gn!reader, Fluff, angst, dad!Price

A mission gone wrong for all of you, Ghost has let you know it happens, soap reminded you that yes it was shit, but this one had to pass, Gaz, although frustrated, had let you know to let this one go. But the expectations you had set for yourself in this one were high, too high All the training, the notes you took during briefing, were they even enough? Price had locked himself in his office, losing himself by staring into the white wall for hours. After his little moment, he went to check on all of you.

While on his way to Gaz, he saw how Soap barked at the new soldiers. Probably making them regret signing up for the military, he thought. Gaz was out in the back of the gym. He had been kicking the wall, throwing rocks at it, just trying to exhaust his own thoughts. Ghost was in the gym. At first, he lifted weights, but he got even more frustrated with how 'weak' he was, considering that maybe it was his fault the mission had gone wrong. That afternoon and night, a punching bag had become his victim. You however had remain calm, trying to take their advice and let this one pass through you. He approached you.

And there you rested on the chair. Looking into an old magazine. Inside though, you were cursing your every move in that mission. Hating all your actions during it.

"kid?" his hand reached your shoulder. "M'fine old man, go back to your wall." you didnt dare look at him. You knew his kind eyes would get the best of you. "c'mon, I know you better than this."

You got up, walking away from him. It's not that you were upset at anything he had said. He was being kind to you after all. You rushed to your room, biting your inner lip as you tried to not let out any cry. He followed you. He knows there is more to this.

You tried to close the door, but he remained it open. "r/n, c'mon. Whats wrong?"

You couldn’t face him. Not now, not when you feel so..vulnerable. “Price,” your voice shaky, “just please leave.”

He walks in front of you, he makes you look at him. Your eyes meet his, tears start to run. He hugs you, embracing you in his arms.

You take in his scent. The cigar, cologne, gun power, all mixed in his shirt. “C’mon kid let it out.” His arms wrapped around you tightly as if you would run from him, if he held you differently. “I messed up price, the rookie is hurt.” You cried out. Tears choking your words. He shook his head. “No, its not, things happen,” he said.

“He could’ve died Price! What’s would his family think of me? That I’m just another useless piece of the government?!” You looked up at him, your vision blurry from the tears. He wiped the off, he disapprovingly shook his head. “No child of mine speaks like that about my kid, ever. Not. Ever.” He says, kisses your forehead then looks at you, “i know my other kids get off by doing all macho men stuff, but you my sweet child, you can let your own stress out like this, don't ever push it in, ever. I am right here.”

The whole night he comforted you. Telling jokes as the night went by. You heard anecdotes from his past, legends he had heard, but it was probably him doing stupid and other thinking it was cool.

That night you find a dad in him, a hero that came to you when the stress signal was on. His sweet child.

My hero, you said to the new recruits as you gave them a folktale of a man you once heard about. A captain, who had a group of soldiers he called his family, who gave hell to those that messed with him. And from the doorway he stood, his arms cross and a cigar in his mouth. Smiling at you. His little hero.

A/N: i need dad price NEOW!

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bobbyseyesmile · 2 years

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Attitude

Summary: Rick Grimes daughter was a sweet soul to everyone but Shane- she knew him her whole life but when Shane changed into a mean hothead of a man she turned into the brat who made his life hell because she had enough. But so did Shane.

Characters: Dark!ShaneWalsh x Reader

Word count: 2.3k

WARNINGS: age gap (reader is 18+) / explicit sexual content as in deep throat, oral (M receiving), swearing, Sir kink (kinda) Trigger warning: non-con | 18+ 🔞 MINORS DNI below the cut! 🔞

➻ Part 2 [M]❤️‍🔥‼️

Rick and Lori Grimes were way to young when they found out that they would become parents. Barely finishing High School and shortly after graduation they held you in their arms for the first time.

Your friends always envied you for having such cool and young parents; you heard sentences like “Oh, your mom must be like your best friend and not like a mother!”

Truth was- Loris Grimes was neither for you. Yeah, she was your mother but that didn’t automatically make her a good one. You two were too different, all your personality traits coming from your father. When she fell pregnant again, this time with your younger brother Carl, she swore to do everything different! She would be a real mom with real responsibility and raise him right! She didn’t.

But she tried; you had to give her that. She tried to be around and connect to her kids as soon as the apocalypse started- way to late but nonetheless.

But your father- oh you loved your father and worshipped the ground he walked on. He was a gentle and friendly soul, trying to please everyone and looking for solutions that would fit for the whole group. Sure, he too changed when the world went to shit but he still tried his hardest and darn best.

And that was just something your mother didn’t. Bad enough she fucked his best friend when she believed to be a widow and had the nerve to not even tell your dad when he returned to your family.

Of course, her and Shane believed they were sooo sneaky and careful- as if walkers made some sexy noises while they stumbled through the woods. When you caught them in the middle of their act your first reaction was to scream, slap the stupid out of them or puke. But you just stood here, flabbergasted and hurt before you turned around without saying a thing.

They didn’t know that you knew but your mother noticed that something was off when you distanced yourself even more from her and starting to make snarly remarks towards Shane, losing all respect you had for the former family friend.

You grew up with Shane being around; he held you when you were a baby and spent every Friday afternoon at your house watching sports with your father. That’s why you couldn’t wrap your head around why he would go after your mother, the wife of his best friend, doesn’t matter if they believed Rick was dead or not.

Shane noticed your changed behavior as well but you were young and probably had some things and hormones to go through so he mostly ignored it, trying to remain his composure in front of the group. You turned worse with every day that passed; getting cheekier with your remarks, rolling your eyes whenever he said something or ordered you to do. “You’re not my dad” or “You can’t tell me what to do” were some of your favorite sentences, making Shane’s blood boil under the surface.

Loris tried to calm him down: “She’s only a teenager, it will pass.” He knew it but would be lying if he pretended that it didn’t bother him and, on some days, he wanted to spank the everlasting shit out of you. Of course, he would never touch you but still; a guy can dream.

The moment Rick returned and your family was reunited again was also the moment you became your old self again or so Shane thought. In front of the group and your parents you were just the sweetest girl; always ready to help with chores, being polite and well mannered. But as soon as they turned their back and you were alone with Shane your whole demeanor changed into a little devil, determined to make his life a living hell.

He tried talking to you, asking what he did wrong, what he could do to make you like him again but you waved him off, not even interested in his lies of bullshit he’d feed you.

The tension grew when the group reached the farm, trying to build a partly normal life for themselves but Shane had to go full crazy psycho bonkers, ruining everybody’s days.

After the hospital run with Otis he was changed- the good guy was gone and a new and aggressive Shane took place.

You started to keep out of his way, leaving as soon as he arrived somewhere and he didn’t mind as long as you kept your mouth shut.

Rick noticed the silence between you two and asked what was wrong but you just shrugged your shoulders and said in the sweetest tone possible: “Nothing, daddy.”

Your father didn’t push the matter anymore, as long as there was no fighting or dispute going on, you two could continue your weird silence.

And so it was; Shane ignoring you and you ignoring him as well until a few weeks later when the group sat around a bonfire, talking, keeping watch, trying to have somewhat of a good time. You sat next to your dad, your head on his shoulder and staring into the crackling fire.

“Fucking can’t believe this, are y’all kidding me?!” Shane suddenly yelled when he crawled out of his tent. “Y’all sitting on your asses and grilling marshmallows when we should do something about that damn barn?!”

A few rolled their eyes but remained silent, your dad tried to calm him down but Shane only grew louder. That’s when you had enough.

“Shut up, Shane.” You mumbled and your dad gave you a soft nudge. “Hey!” he scolded playfully but wasn’t really angry.

“What did ‘ya just say to me?!” Shane asked and took another step in your direction. You gave him a lazy stare in return, how pathetic.

“You heard me, Walsh. We’re trying to have a good time and you always have to ruin it with your shitty mood swings. Get that stick out of ya ass and relax.”

Glenn’s eyebrows raised and some tried to keep their laughter to themselves but failed making Shane almost explode with anger.

“Y/N-“ your mother said but you threw her a disgusted side glance.

“Mom, don’t even start-“ you warned and she knew what you meant, swallowing before she pressed her lips into a thin line remaining silent.

Rick sighed. “Okay, enough! Shane, we’ll talk tomorrow, alright? I know you’re concerned but the barn is secure for now and we’re safe.” He gave a quick look to the group “We should go to sleep, it’s getting late.”

Days passed and no one thought about it anymore. No one but Shane. He was still upset and would not tolerate being humiliated in front of the others, especially not by a silly teenager.

On your way to the house, you walked by the RV but didn’t notice Shane standing there; watching. When you turned around the corner you ran straight into his chest, a small yelp escaping you.

“Ow! What the hell, Walsh?” you took a step back but he came closer till your back was against the RV.

“I swear to god Y/N- If I keep hearing you calling me by my last time one more time, I’ll-“

“You will what? Huh?” you taunted and gave him a small push to keep some distance. “You know you talk really loud when all you should do is keep your mouth shut or else, I tell my dad that you fucked my mom while he was fighting for his live, desperately trying to find us.”

Shane took a step back as if you had hit him. “That’s what this is all about? You’re being a little bitch because I slept with your mother?”

It all started to make sense now- of course you knew! All those side glances and cheeky remarks; you knew the whole time.

“You two disgust me.” you snarled and Shane let out a small laugh.

"My, my. And here I was breaking my head over why you suddenly hated me. My sweet little Y/N.”

“Don’t call me that! You lost that right as soon as you betrayed my dad, your best friend if I might add!”

“Y/N-“ he still had a smile on his face and all you wanted was to slap it right off. “You will understand when you get older, for now just focus on growing up, these are adult problems.”

“Excuse me?” you responded, completely offended. “I am a grown up! I don’t need to get older to understand that you fucked a married woman!”

“Okay that’s enough.” Shane's smile slowly disappeared.

“Or what? You can’t tell me shit, Shane! You better keep your distance and stay the hell away from my mother or I will tell my dad. God knows what he’ll do to you.”

Shane took a quick look but no one was around, leaving you two alone before he wrapped his hand around your throat dragging you inside the RV. You clawed at his arm, desperately trying to free yourself. Inside he closed the door, releasing the breathtaking grip while pushing you away. You landed on your ass, gasping for air.

“What the-“ you started but fell silent when you saw the look in his eyes; pure anger.

“I am so done with you, sweetheart. This attitude problem stops right now, ya hear me?” Shane’s nostrils were blown wide, a visible vein pulsating at his temple. His large figure hovered over you, giving you a feeling of helplessness.

“What is your problem?” you tried to yell but it was only a squeak. “You can’t treat me like that!”

“Why?” he grinned cheekily “Because your Ricks daughter? I don’t fucking care, darling. Your daddy missed to teach you some manners and we’re going to fix that. Right now.”

You watched in fear as he opened his belt; the noise from the zipper rang in your ears. He wouldn’t...?

“Shane-“ you started and he shook his head.

“Nuh-uh, sweetheart. You lost that privilege- from now on it’s Sir to you.”

“I-I’m sorry…” your voice was a mere whisper but he didn’t care. “No. But you will be.”

You tried to back away when he positioned himself in front of you; your face was now the same height as his crotch. Shane’s large hand grabbed your hair, painfully holding you in place.

“We’re done playing. You wanna be treated as an adult?” When you remained silent, he gave your hair another yank and you yelped in pain. “Answer me.”

“Yes…” you hissed trough gritted teeth but his grip didn’t loosen. “Yes what?” “Yes, Sir!” tears filled your eyes and he finally released your burning scalp.

“Good girl.” He praised and softly caressed your jawline with his fingers. “Now, we’re going to have to do something about that mouth- Open up.”

You pressed your lips together, shaking your head. “No…”

“Oh, sweetheart…” he cooed “You’re only going to make it worse for yourself. Now open.that.mouth.” When he pulled out his already hardened member you were on the edge of crying; desperately begging him to stop. Shane raised his eyebrows looking at you with fake concern. “Poor thing, never had a man handle you, huh? Am I your first?”

You didn’t need to answer him- your flushed cheeks was what he needed to know. His hand stroked his erection and a bit of precum dripped down. The sudden yank on your hair made you yelp in pain, your mouth open in a silent cry when he pushed himself into you.

“If you bite me-“ he warned softly but the grip on your hair was painfully tight “I’m gonna break your jaw. Understood?” You nodded your head; trying to relax your jaw, finding a comfortable position to relieve the pain. But Shane wasn’t a patient person, he literally couldn’t care less about your comfort. The first time his tip hit the back of your throat you started gagging, trying to push him away but his speed increased, barely giving you enough time to breathe.

“Look at me.” he demanded in a low growl and you looked up through your lashes. “Fuck, almost regretting screwing your mom if I could have had that mouth a long time ago. I bet you dreamed about this, huh? Didn’t think I noticed the way you look at me? Strolling around in them tiny shorts, almost presenting yourself on a silver plate for me.”

He let out a deep moan when you released his dick with a loud Pop-sound. Your lips were red and swollen, your knees sore. But you never looked more beautiful to him than right now. He gave you only a few seconds before he shoved himself down your throat again, setting a harsh pace while grabbing a fistful of your hair.

“Fuck, so close.” he grunted and your eyes widened in shock but Shane laughed when he saw your expression “Oh, you’re gonna swallow, babygirl.”

There wasn’t anything that you could have done; you were just grateful that you were still able to breathe. Your eyes were shut, tears streaming over the heated cheeks when his warm load filled your mouth, running down the back of your throat.

Shane let out a long and deep moan- his eyes were closed and finally he released his grip making you fall back, coughing and gasping for air again.

„Damn, baby, that mouth was heaven.“ His voice was soft but the look in his eyes still dark; his pupils blown full wide with lust. „You did so well, maybe I‘ll make it up to you one day.“ You wiped away the tears with your arm- small and pathetic in Shane‘s eyes and he fucking loved it.

He put away his already softening member and started to exit the RV but not before he turned around one last time, giving you a warning glance:

„If ‘ya ever run that mouth again or behave like a brat, I‘m gonna come for that sweet ass of yours and believe me- I won‘t be as gentle as today.“

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helpinghanikan · 2 years

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Stay in Sight

Sum: Tangerine isn't supposed to be doing anything too dangerous while he's recovering. The same isn't said for you.

AN: I'm sorry to who requested this that it took a minute. Work hit me with OT so I wrote this on my phone during breaks. Please excuse the grammar.

Saturday night at the mall is a busy place. It’s a big building, an easy place to get lost in or to lose someone in. Barely an hour in the building and already three different announcements were made for kids to meet their families at the front.

Tangerine was about to the be the next one.

“Stupid, mustached, sexy idiot…” You muttered while sliding through the contacts. Looking over the banister as if Tangerine will be one floor down, staring right up at you and waving. “Better answer.”

It’s only been three weeks since Tangerine was carried to your door. Covered in blood, a hole in his throat sew together by a back-alley doctor and breathing just enough to prove that he wasn’t dead. Lemon looked exhausted, but he was the only one in control during this time. Good thing, too. Otherwise the neighbors would have heard your screams at seeing Tangerine like this.

The first week was spent with Tangerine in bed. You and Lemon took shifts sitting by his side. To make sure that the wound was clean, but also to be sure that the idiot didn’t try to get up before he was at least a bit better.

A few rings and your call goes to voice mail. Of course Tangerine wouldn’t answer, this was likely his plan all along. Go out somewhere and then sneak away the moment you let go of his hand. He’s being trying to do this since you let him get up from bed: whether it was to visit the gym, pick up some food or even just take a piss you were making sure he wasn’t doing something else.

“We’re taking that two-month vacation, Babe. Whether you like it or not.” You had told him one night when he wanted to step out for a smoke. He had smiled when you said that. Which was probably when you should have known he was already planning something.

Next option was Lemon. Quickly scrolling your contacts until the little fruit emoji showed.

One ring and he picked up; “What’s up?”

“Where’s Tangerine?” You ask, still scanning over the people from the second-floor banister.

“Well, hello to you too, Love. I don’t get a greeting or nothing?” Lemon says with a fake voice of sorrow. He is definitely part of Tangerine’s plan.

“Lemon, please…”

“He’s alright, I swear. He’s just doing some shopping.”

Shopping, at least he wasn’t lying about needing to stop by the mall. Just trying to find him would be the real bear.

“You know where he is, then? Is he safe?” You were starting to sound like a concerned mother more than a girlfriend right now. “Damn it, Lemon, I just got him back.”

Lemon, always the big brother, is quick to change his voice. “Hey, hey. It’s gonna be okay. I’m worried just like you, ‘kay? But he’s not going anywhere and I’m making sure of it this time.”

“You’re watching him right now, aren’t you?” You ask.

“’course I am.” He says although he claimed to have had a date today and couldn’t come. “I’m not letting that prick out of my sight either. And I hope you like pearls ‘cause he’s spending our last two jobs on them.”

Usually you would have laughed at that comment. But slight pressure of a person stepping into your space made you silent. It wasn’t Tangerine who was suddenly so close you could be spooning. Even if you didn’t have this conversation with Lemon you couldn’t pretend Tangerine was right behind you.

Tangerine was a firm presence with a cool, sometimes cold, feeling in his hands. It made goosebumps on your arms when he touches you. It excites when he finally talks after placing a kiss on your head. This person wasn’t Tangerine, but they certainly were a threat.

Especially when they leaned into your ear and whispered; “If you don’t want him to have another hole in his neck. You’ll hang up.”

“I wouldn’t mind moving him towards something else if you-.” Lemon was interrupted by the practical slamming of your phone. Silencing the only contact to your man or your friend you hand.

“Good girl,” The stranger seemingly coos. Sliding their hand into yours like a lover. “Very good girl. Now come along.”

The stranger was a woman. A non-descript white woman who would fit in with the countless other college students meandering around. Perhaps just a few years older and with quit a bit more confidence. She pulls your hand close, forcing you into her side where she puts an arm around you. Your phone now hers as she slides it into her coat like it’s no big deal.

“Sorry you’re part of this,” She says, voice low next to your head. “But a debts’ gotta be paid and you’re the only money Tangerine’s got.”

It’s pointless to ask but you do so anyway; “Who are you?”

He smiles like you are just oh-so-cute. “I’m your new best friend, Baby. Let’s go for a ride.”

The mall was still busy and seemed to be only made worse by the situation. This woman held you too close to try and slip away from. If she’s anything like the people Tangerine and Lemon usually deal with there would be no point in trying anyway. Best case scenario you would make some distance. Worst case and Tangerine is dead, along with several bystanders who have no way of knowing what is going on.

On the escalator a family denim jacket and tie peaks out from the crowd on the lower floor. Although he was a big man Lemon was pretty good at blending in with the crowd. Especially when he just stand next to a protein shack or some other gym bros and not look a bit out of place.

He make eye-contact and only needs a light shake of your head to understand. His own phone out and talking into with a smile. Totally not talking to Tangerine or anything, and certainly not walking in your same direction for any particular reason.

Into the parking garage and This woman is walking faster. She doesn’t give off any other impression than someone wanting to get their girl home real fast. The only hitch in the camouflage was the Cobalt taking a sharp turn right in front of you. Trunk ready to be opened.

Fear and logic two warriors fighting in your head. On one hand the fear makes you think of the trunk. A second location means nothing but death. If you don’t go in then Tangerine is gone. Lemon will have to live through his brother’s death again or killed himself.

On the other hand logic tells you to scream. Shove This woman hard as you can and starting running just as strong. Normal circumstance says that they won’t bother chasing if you run into a populated area screaming. It’s usually not worth the risk. Usually.

You don’t have time to think about which warrior you want to win. Metal is already hitting your knees and gravity takes you forward. Face first into the dark trunk that is quickly slammed shut behind you. Nothing to look for and nothing to find but the rough ground and harsh sides you could never hope to punch through.

“Lemon! LEMON!” You immediately start screaming, open hands slamming on the trunk roof. “Get Tangerine! Get Tangerine!”

Your man was still injured; he had left the apartment today with a pretty white bandage around his throat. You were gently when placing it on. Giving him a soft kiss when you were done. Smiling when he chuckled at the gesture. Demanding one onto his mouth as well.

The car takes a sharp right turn and you still almost feel his facial hair during that kiss. It’s almost enough to distract you from being slammed around from all the turning and sharp takes.

“Where is Tangerine?!” You scream, sure that they can hear you. “He better be okay!”

Although you yelled this like a threat, it wasn’t like you could do anything. These people weren’t like normal thugs and punks on the street. Who would run away at a warning shot into the ground or surprised by a brave victim. These were the kind of people who were after revenge against Tangerine.

Based on his past it’s not surprising that Tangerine would have enemies like this. What little you knew about his work usually meant there were always hurt parties left behind. Widows and orphans made from a single job that neither Tangerine nor Lemon cared to really remember. It was just another workday for them.

A few more turns and then it’s a straight shot for at least an hour. Long enough that you fell asleep in the warm trunk. Curling close until your knees were as high as they could go while waiting for the car to finally stop.

You don’t wake up when the car stops, only when someone slams a hand on the trunk hood. They don’t open the trunk, but they do keep hitting it. Again and again slamming into the metal that threatened to cave in, although that might just be a dramatic thought. Didn’t make it any less scary though.

Through the metal you can hear the voice of This woman and a male. Neither seeming to care that you might be able to hear through it.

“Going after wives are never good. We’re fucked the moment she dies.” The male says.

“Tit-for-tat, Tangerine take’s my boy I take his girl. If he wants to show up and make it worse then he’s gone too. That’s how it works, that’s what makes it fair.” This woman says, another hard slam to the trunk.

“Murders never- fucking move!” The man yells just before a massive impact hits the side of the car you are still trapped in.

While you are rocked completely upside down the car is now sideways. Pain and bruises will be covering you in the next few seconds and are going to stay for days to come. Especially when you landed so hard on your side. Only thing you’re able to see is the slightly cracked glass of a taillight peeking out from the trunk carpet.

A concussion is very likely with massive of a headache. Shooting, shouting and profanity make it all worse. Not that you can take a second to lean forward and cradle your head from the pain. Not when your trunk is given light through bullet holes appearing just over your head.

“I’M STILL IN HERE!” You screamed, as if that was going to make it stop.

When it obviously doesn’t stop you look back to the taillight. Using all your strength to rip the carpet away just enough. Cringing at the pain of broken glass and mental poking and cutting into your arm while reaching out to your elbow. Waving around, grabbing the ground, and tossing whatever you could get your hands on. All the while yelling for someone to remember that you were still there.

“I see you; oh, baby, fuck yes I see you!” Tangerine, or Tangerine’s voice at least, pants just outside the trunk. His strong hand, long finger, grab hold of your so tightly he could have cracked a finger. “Stay here. Just wait.”

He’s gone just as fast as you had found him. Leaving your hand grasping the empty air as stones scrunched under his feet as he ran.

“Lemon! Got a crowbar? Or a screw or a fucking bat? Something?” Tangerine yells.

“How about the car keys, mate?” Lemon yells back, jingling in the air.

It was more than a little bit dramatic the way you fell out of the trunk. Tangerine there to catch you before you could have landed on the hard ground. He holds you close enough that no one would be able to separate you again.

At least until Lemon shows up and ruins the moment.

“Who the fuck was that, man?” He asks, gesturing almost wildly at the two bodies next to the car you had just escaped from.

If there is something Tangerine and Lemon know how to do; it’s killing. This woman, who had started it all, was left mangled from the initial impact of Tangerine reaching the scene. She never had a chance when Tangerine knew she was the one who had taken you.

The man looked to have lasted longer. Having hidden behind the car and participating in a shoot out that only lasted a couple seconds, into a few minutes.

Tangerine quickly turns your head from the bodies. Not that he was looking much better, either. His hair was a mess, some splatter had gotten onto his nice white shirt, and his bandage was bleeding again. You reach out to the bandage, covering the growing red with your hand as if you could heal it with your touch alone.

“You said we’d stick together today.” You said. Almost angry, almost crying.

He cups your face. “I’m a fucking mess, I’m sorry. Fuck, love, I’m so sorry.”

It didn’t really matter how much he apologized. This was part of his life, therefore it made it part of yours. He can make promises and even try to quit but we all know that wasn’t going to happen. Not when the movie was so good, not when Lemon was with him until the end, and especially not when you never asked him to.

“Let’s go back to the apartment, please.” You asked, staring straight to tangerine to avoid looking at your kidnapper and what was left of her.

Lemon drove while Tangerine sat shot gun. No one talked, not until you moved Tangerine’s coat and felt the box inside. Black velvet, large enough for a necklace and earrings. Perhaps even a bit more.

“What’s this?” You asked, making tangerine jolt a bit from the surprise.

He looks at the box and sighs. Taking it from your hands, popping it open to show exactly what you expected. A row of pearls and earrings, salt-water raised, and silver chain to hold them together. “Completely forgot I snatched that.”

“I thought you were doing better?” Lemon asked, rather accused, Tangerine.

“I am or was. It was an emergency, Lemon. I didn’t have time to get in the queue!” Tangerine spat, not noticing when you slipped the box back from his hands.

“All I’m hearing is an excuse, man.” Lemon retorted.

You looked good in the earrings and necklace. Leaning forward between their seats tog et a better look at them. Only then Tangerine notice when you were close enough he could place a sweet kiss on your cheek.

“You look lovely,” He says.

“I better, because you owe me so much more than stolen jewelry.” You reply. Both as a joke and as a reminder.

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Got on the "Big Mama's Assistant" / "Lost TMNT sister" bandwagon and did a whole mess of sketch-dumps!

Instead of going for a "Venus" or "Jennika" route, I made more of an OC. She is a painted turtle named "Galizia".

Being a painted turtle, she is actually very similar to Leo in design, except her stripes and shell are red and her eye markings are a white-yellow color. They are also dots instead of stripes, which mimics the 6 eyes of Big Mama.

She is named after female Renaissance artist, Fede Galizia.

While Mama and Lou Jitsu were in Italy filming for one of his movies, the couple kiss in front of one of Galizia's paintings, and wanting to remember the sentimental moment, Big Mama eventually steals (or buys, but probably steals--) it for her personal art collection, later using it to name this baby turtle who was mutated with the "late" Lou's DNA.

** It was during this trip that Splinter also learned a lot of cool names and artists that he would eventually use as names for his own sons. (Maybe? It's one of many headcanons, you know?)

Huginn and Muninn trade Big Mama this last mutant turtle they find in the wreckage when Mama came looking for her stolen champion at the end of the "Goyles Goyles Goyles" flashback. Draxum and Mama battle, but a weakened Draxum is overpowered and knocked out. Though, at the prospect of the trade, and this being her last tie to Lou, (who was presumably destroyed,) Mama accepts the deal to spare Draxum's life and raise this turtle who would quickly become her beloved daughter and right-hand assistant.

Galizia's ninpo, a golden manifestation of webs, appears at the end of "Battle Nexus New York" when she portals Big Mama to safety before trying to fight Cassandra and the Shredder herself.

Getting the ring back for her mother, as well as recovering Shadowfiend gives her the perfect chance to finally show her mother that she is the best at her disposal, something she strives to prove, despite her high position and constant praise.

** I used a lot of Gwen Stacy Spiderwoman references for her fighting style, and stuck to just giving her shuriken and kunai, though I imagine she is well versed in many different weapons.

Her ego takes a hit as she ultimately loses the battle before escaping and allowing Cass and Shredder to break Big Mama's hotel skyscraper in two and retreating into the sky.

The loss, failure, and feeling like she let her mother down, humbles her and later fuels her desire to train with this supposed "other family" of hers who not only defeated the Shredder at his peak strength, but also are the only ones in the world who can help her hone her new Ninpo powers.

This leads her to train with Splinter and her brothers, and family hijinks ensue as everyone gets used to one another.

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Might do more with her if people end up liking this, but mostly just wanted to get these ideas off my chest.

Thanks for reading all that if you did! ❤

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5 Seconds of Summer Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Carmy Berzatto - Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto Imagine [The Bear]

Title: 5 Seconds of Summer Songs That Would Describe a Relationship with Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto

Pairing: Carmen "Carmy" Berzatto X Reader

Word Count: 1,738 words

Warning(s): mention of break-up

Author's Note: Guess who missed the announcement about this release date?

**Not intentionally written in chronological order**

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Ghost of You

So I drown it out like I always do Dancing through our house with the ghost of you And I chase it down, with this shot of truth Dancing through our house with the ghost of you

--third person--

Carmen was a wreck.

Well, he was always a wreck. But he was more of a wreck now than he usually was.

He was curled up on his small couch, eyes glazed over yet staring at the TV, his clothes were old and unchanged, and he couldn't remember the last time he ate something that was halfway decent for him.

It was ridiculous. Ridiculous for him to spend days like this. He heard his phone ringing and pinging with text notifications. He had just begged Sydney to take over for a little while. She was pissed but understanding. Until a few days passed. She wasn't being paid enough to deal with all of the shit that the restaurant required.

It was Carmen's fault that he was here. He knew that.

It was his fault that (Y/n) had left.

It was a major reason why he couldn't force himself to look away from his screen. When he did, he just saw what he lost and the very moment that he ruined everything.

It took ages for the phone to finally start to break through the emotionally drained shell that had taken over.

"For fuck's sake," he muttered as he finally pushed himself up. He got to his phone and shut it off, just wanting to return to the mindless sound of the shitty TV.

He tossed his phone back down and just froze.

He wanted to go back to the couch, curl up on the cushion, and continue his everlasting pity party. But he couldn't.

(Y/n) had spent ages in that apartment.

It felt like Carmen could see every moment of it. All at once. Small moments and big moments. Good and bad and... the worst.

He walked over to the fridge and grabbed a beer, trying to silence a few thoughts. But when he closed the door and turned back around, it felt like everything got so much louder.

The clearest of them all was the yelling. The screaming. (Y/n) begging for him to talk, him yelling at (Y/n) to leave him alone. It had been the stress. The stress from the restaurant and his family and the career he left behind. It all culminated in him losing his cool on the one person that seemed to never bring him any more stress than he was already dealing with.

(Y/n) didn't leave until Carmen told them to. He screamed it. He got in their face and barely thought about how they refused to move away from him. They only yelled because Carmen couldn't shut the fuck up long enough to listen.

He closed his eyes and put the beer down.

He just needed a minute. A minute free from it all.

Some part of that knew that he wouldn't get that. But he could cope with it... no matter what he had to do.

Wildflower

You're the only one who makes me Every time we Tell you what I like My wildflower

I felt almost entirely out of place when I walked into the Berzatto's restaurant. It wasn't my scene. I had no experience in the field. The only connection that I had was to the family. I had avoided getting involved in the restaurant because I knew the family.

But here I was, walking in as awkwardly as I would if I was walking into class late.

The building was empty. I wasn't surprised by that.

"Camry!" I shouted from the front.

"Holy shit," I heard his voice mutter out of shock before getting louder so I could clearly hear him. "Back here!"

I walked back through the building until I found the office. "Hey."

"Hi," he replied. "What are you doing here so late?"

"Checking on you," I explained, nudging him with my arm. "How are you doing?"

"Fine," he shrugged.

I looked at his desk, scanning my eyes over the messy collection of papers sitting there. "You sure about that one?"

"Don't be a smartass."

"Don't try to fucking lie to me."

"Why are you really here," he asked.

"Your sister called me," I confessed. I heard him muttering 'you have gotta be fucking kidding' as I continued. "Something about me being the only person that you'll listen to."

He chuckled, running his hands over his face.

"Don't worry," I said. "I also think she overestimated the influence I have on you."

"That's not it," he muttered.

"Oh, so I do have influence over you?"

"Shut up," he replied.

"No, we aren't gonna fucking scoot past that, are you kidding," I laughed a bit as I spoke. "Tell me."

"She was right that you had 'influence'," he put the word influence in air quotes. "But I don't need it."

"Well, she would've killed me if I didn't try," I shrugged. "Let's agree to tell her that I tried my best."

"Deal."

I grinned at him. "Now... what influence do I have over you?"

"Jesus-"

"You know damn well that you aren't gonna escape this," I replied.

"It's really nothing," he explained. "Just my sister being an ass."

"Yeah, but an ass about what?"

He didn't reply, instead deciding to just scoff and go back to the pile of papers. He wasn't actually doing anything. He was just flicking through them and shuffling them around a bit, making it look like he was actually attempting to find something.

"Carmy..."

"Busy."

"You're an ass."

"Yup."

I reached over and placed my hand over his. I held it still, not letting him distract himself with papers any longer. He looked at me.

"Talk to me," I pushed.

"There's nothing to talk about," he muttered.

"Why don't I believe you?"

"Because you're stubborn as fuck."

"Or you're a shit liar."

He raised an eyebrow at me, waiting for me to back down.

"I could call your sister... she'd tell me."

He glared at me. He hated having his sister dragged into things. I knew that. I had already listened to him rant about the very subject. I raised an eyebrow at him.

"She knows that I'll agree with more than anyone else," Carmy finally confessed. I furrowed my eyebrows. "I didn't say that it was a lot more."

"Why?"

"Why the fuck do you think," he asked.

I hated that I couldn't read his mind. I hated that he was so damn stubborn that he couldn't talk to me without reminding me of a toddler throwing a fit.

But fine, if he didn't want to answer me, then I would guess.

I leaned down and pressed my lips against his. I had originally planned for it to merely be a quick kiss before pulling back and dealing with whatever embarrassment came after.

But I didn't get that chance before Carmy cupped the back of my head and kissed me back.

There were a few moments before I pulled away and smiled at him.

"I do have an effect over you," I teased.

He scoffed and leaned away completely. "Shut up."

"Never," I chuckled. "See you around, Carmy."

"Yeah... yeah, you too."

I don't think he knew that I caught how red his face got as I walked out.

Better Man

Darling, all of my wrongs, they led me right to you Wrapped in your arms, I swear I'd die for Your love, your love, I'm a better, better man

I had just gotten home from work and changed out of my work clothes when there was a knock on my door.

I couldn't stop myself from grumbling under my breath. I was just about to take my nightly spot in the corner of my couch. My self-pity was calling to me.

I pulled my door open, ready to cuss out whoever was on the other side. I stopped in my tracks. "Carmy-"

"Please, don't shut the door," he begged before I could even think of doing so. "I just... I just want you to hear me out."

I leaned against the doorframe, waving for him to continue whatever talk he wanted to have.

"I- I'm sorry," he spit out. "What I did was shitty and selfish and you didn't deserve a fucking ounce of it. I let all of the stress and shit get to my head and I took it out on you and I'm sorry."

"Thanks..."

"I want... I want you back," he continued. "I am willing to do whatever I have to. I'm in a grief support group now. I'll fucking go to one-on-one therapy and give it a shot. Shit, I'll leave the restaurant if that is what I have to do in order to be better. I want to be better for you."

"Don't be," I replied. I stopped him before he could question me. "I don't wanna be your reason for getting better. I want you to get better for you. That's all there is to it. And that is far harder, I know. But it's better."

"Alright," Carmy muttered. "Where does that leave us?"

"I... I can't jump back into what we were," I shrugged. "But I miss you. I really miss you. I... I'm willing to try again. I think."

"Really?"

I nodded, grinning a bit at him.

"Alright. Cool. Good."

"Good."

"Tomorrow night? I'll take you to dinner... somewhere other than the restaurant."

I chuckled. "That sounds nice. Just text me when you're on your way."

"Alright."

There was a small awkward pause before I went to step back inside.

I paused for a moment before stopping the door from shutting. "Carmy."

"Yeah-"

I stepped out and kissed him gently. It was only for a matter of seconds. I don't know what my thought process was at the time. I don't know if I was trying to comfort him or myself or if I was just doing it because I wanted to.

I grinned at him as I pulled back.

"See you tomorrow night," I muttered, feeling my face warm up.

"Yeah," he nodded. "See you."

I closed my door and just kind of stood there for a minute. I took a deep breath.

I wanted this to work out.

I wanted it to work out so bad.

I was just hoping that I wouldn't regret trying again.

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