NO MORE ANGST LIKE THIS GANG

They say I'm crazy

Traitor AU! 141 x male reader.

TW: Violence. Mentions of a knife? Reader going through physical torture. Youve been warned

Theres so real mention of pronouns but reader is a male. Minors, fem alligned do not interact. My works are purely for 18 + and are male centered. Thank you.

- Price who gives the order after a tip off directing them in your direction. For what? For giving out info on the recent mission that got them ambushed. You who wakes up in an interrogation room by freezing cold water being splashed over you.

- Ghost who carries out the first part of the punishments they deemed reasonable for your betrayal. Choosing which bones to break that would cause the most pain and injury to you. Starting with bashing in your knees to make sure you wouldnt be walking out of there. Next deciding on breaking a few ribs. To hell you be damned. Each bone broken had you writhing in pain and pleading with him that it wasnt you.

- Ghost who leaves you with several broken bones all over. None of them even caring to question you. Its not like he comes back either. No he stays away after that being unable to look at your face without seeing a traitor. He had half a mind to go back in to break your jaw or give you a black eye but that was to be left up to soap or gaz.

- Soap. Who wasnt usually quick to anger but this? Was unforgivable and you deserved it right? Each time he took the knife to add another cut somewhere a small voice was telling them there was something wrong. But he shook it off taking out his frustration on you cutting you up. Swapping out different blades depending on how angry he was feeling in the minute.

- Gaz who doesnt even go when its his turn instead ignoring your pleas for them to listen. Just watching you through the two way mirror as other soldiers go in and take there revenge for you betraying them. Watching how they beat you bloody, broke bones like ghost had done, cut you up like soap had done and spread the word like price had done.

- You who gave up fighting against it all after 3 days of the constant beatings and torment you were going through. You tried convincing yourself that they were only angry because they thought it was you. Theyd surely come rescue out of there as soon as they came to their senses. Right? Right??

- You who gave up the hope after two weeks. None of them had returned leaving it up to the other soldiers to torture and do what the wanted to you. Your body had numbed most of the pain. Even when a soldier took a pilars to your teeth. Ripping some of them out. When said solider then broke your jaw with the same pilars leaving your mouth a bloody mess.

- Price who was going mad at not finding anything that he could properly pin the betrayal on you. All he had was the tip off but even then was it true? No. It wasnt. Ghost had caught the proper mole. The one who was selling information. The one who had framed you.

- Price who demanded all torture towards you stop. But it wasnt quick enough. Most of the wounds left were infected from being left untreated in a damp room. Even medics were sure you'd heal properly because they werent allowed in to asses your injuries until now.

- Ghost who felt guilty but didnt show it. He was disgusted with how easily they all believed it, how quick they were to resort to torture. Soap who couldnt believe the little voice in the back of his head that he had been ignoring was telling the truth. After seeing you in the hospital covered in bandages and casts for the broken bones he knew he shouldve listened to it but he was blinded by his anger.

- Gaz who had refused to visit you, almost like he had refused to torture you. It didnt mean he wasnt as bad as the rest of them. No he had let others do his piece for him which made him just as bad. Now all he cpuld do was watch you through the mirror to your hospital room hoping you'd heal.

- Price who was in denial over what he had done. Refusing to accept he had given the order. He had been to visit seeing you hook up to the machines the fact that you would have to take leave for who knows how long. And the possible chance that you would never be the same. Torture did things to people, altered their mindsets and he was worried that would happem to you.

- You would didnt properly wake up until a month later, medics having to sedate you when you did wake up since the pain was clearly unbearable from the way you thrashed and squirmed in the bed. You who had to be strapped down so you didnt fall and worsen the injuries that were struggling to heal already.

- You who couldnt even look at any of them when they finally came to visit. Just staring up at the ceiling. Deep in thought remembering the harsh words they screamed at you the way they tortured you in that room for 17 days straight. They tried their best to talk to you or get you to look at them but you couldnt. Nor would you. You didnt feel safe around them. A chill piercing you each time they even touched you.

-now came the question was what would you do when you healed?

Pt 2???

WHY IS SO FUCKING HARD PUT A "FEM" IN FRONT OF THE "READER"???????

NOT EVERYONE IN THIS FUCKING SITE IS A FEM OR USES FEM PRONOUNS YOU DUMB BITCH

NOT EVERYONE WANTS TO READ HALF OF A HISTORY ONLY TO GET A FEM NICKNAME OR A FEM PRONOUN THAT YOU TAKE OFF YOUR ASS

JUST PUT THE FUCKING FEM READER YOU ASSHOLE YOU NOT GOING TO DIE IF YOU PUT THREE FUCKING LETTERS IN FRONT THE READER

IS SO FUCKING HARD DEFENDING SOME AUTHORS BECAUSE THEY CONTINUE BEING DUMB

SOME MASC PEOPLE HAVE A FUCKING DYSPHORIA OR THEY DAY RUINED BY THAT

YOU WON'T LIKE IF WAS A MALE READER WITHOUT SAYING IS MALE, THEN PUT THE FEM READER BECAUSE WE DON'T LIKE EITHER

WHY WOULD U THMIK OF TGHAT MAN 😭😭😭😭

THINKING ABOUT how when you are together with hsr men, every time you both go to the air port, you'll always had earphones plugged in. Blasting music as you scroll through your phone or lean against his arm. How they will gently pat your shoulder or stand up when the speakers announce your flight number. Taking your luggage from you even though you insist on taking it.

THINKING ABOUT how you will sit quietly in the airport, phone in your hand as you scroll through your social media. The AC too cold for your taste. The noice of the bustling crowd and planes taking off passing over your head. And as your flight number is called, you stand up. Dragging your suitcase as you walk towards checkout. A moment all too familiar yet ever so unfamiliar, no earphone plugged, no hand holding yours and no seat to share with someone.

YIPPPEEEEEE

choose your side

HOW CAN MEDIA MAKE HIM LOOK LIKE A VILLAIN

I love Max so much 💙

𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬. kenji sato x m!reader.

A/N: i’m sorry if I make grammatical mistakes, English is not my first language. Really thank you very much for the support in the last one, I had honestly uploaded it with the idea that I would delete it later, but it was too nice to know that some people had liked it. Thank you very much, again. 🫶🏻

Damn, I must admit that it is quite complicated to translate writings into another language, more so because certain words are lost in the translation. In a nutshell, I burned the two neurons I had trying to make this understood well and perfectly, I'm sorry if it's not what you expected. A kiss to all those people who translate their writings.

➛ CONTENT; Fluff, too much in my opinion. ➛ m!reader It contains a couple of headcanons(? and two short stories, mention of a baseball reader, mention of a private and practically secret relationship, silly and very cloying romance. (I love that, I'm sorry 😔)

Kisses over here kisses over there. Sato LOVES kisses, uniquely and specifically from you. He would die without them.

Kisses on the forehead, kisses on the neck, on the cheeks, on the hands, eskimo kisses, french kisses, butterfly kisses, any type of kisses and anywhere. He would make sure to discover and experience all of them with you. Without really reaching anything sexual, just a sweet moment shared between you two.

The tip of your nose brushed against Kenji's, and you both stood still, looking at each other. There's not much to say; you knew perfectly well what he wanted just with that look, and Kenji knew perfectly well that you would refuse, not because you didn't want to, but according to you, this was not the right place. Not with a lot of people around. At this point, you were grateful that, right now, you two were a little further away from the rest of the team. This distance shouted danger wherever you looked at it. "Kenji, no." you hurried to say "just one, please" he answered at the same speed as you, begging you with his eyes as if he were a poor hungry puppy "please, you always say the same thing. And it never ends up being just one" you whispered, laughing as you leaned away from him "please, please, it will be so fast that no one will see it, I promise" he took you by both hands, preventing you from moving away. He brought you back to him with short laughs, looking for your gaze. You looked at him carefully, observing how he had unconsciously licked his lips. One of his hands moved away from yours to take the visor of your cap, lifting it a little so that he could look at your face better "stop looking at me like that, you make the situation more difficult" he murmured almost in a whisper. You snorted as you looked at him with irony "that is my usual look, Ken"

His lips sometimes taste like coconut water. The first time you noticed that you couldn't help laughing a little at him until you admitted that you liked. Since then, strangely and by pure CASUALTY, his kisses sometimes tasted like that flavor more than usual.

Poor man, he didn't like that drink at all but he would do anything to see you smile.

You licked your lips, savoring once again that subtle coconut flavor that had been impregnated in your mouth after your kiss with Kenji. "so... coconut water, huh?" you quipped, casting a playful glance at the boy beside you. Kenji only rolled his eyes while his smile spread. He hadn't realized how much he had been drinking that particular beverage until its flavor had remained even in your mouth. "Mina has been making me drink those things for days!" Kenji replied, making sure to emphasize the last word in an exaggerated tone, you let out a laugh while you stopped at the foot of the stairs. "Well, give my biggest congratulations to the chef for an incredible dish"

He has something with the kisses at the corner of the lips; they are not his favorites, but he doesn't hate them either. Those are perfect if you both want to give each other a quick kiss in public and secretly. The way you make them so sweet when you give them to him is magical. The kisses on the forehead are given more by you than by him. His heart melts when you take him by the cheeks and bring him closer to you to plant them in the sweetest way possible, so sweet that he would probably fall into a diabetic coma. He loves to kiss you many times on the cheeks and observe how, little by little, they turn slightly pink. He likes to annoy you with that because the way you try to deny it and hide your face (failing in it because It's impossible to erase your huge smile) makes him smile like a complete idiot in love. There is a special kiss that he likes a lot, one that goes on the back of his neck. You usually give them to him when he's turning his back on you or you hug him from behind. You know it tickles him and that's why it's one of your favorites. He likes it when you slide your hands around his waist, but it's a secret.

The first time you two tried to give each other a French kiss it was a COMPLETE DISASTER. I don't think there is much need to give details. I'm just going to say that the situation was not so uncomfortable thanks to you and your optimism, that only ended up as a funny memory and most of the time you two make jokes about it. Eskimos kisses are another of your favorites, they happen frequently whether intentional or not. They usually happen before a normal kiss on the lips. You like to use it to make fun of Ken by making him believe that you are going to kiss him, but in the end you only rub your nose against his. It's quite fun to see him change his expression so quickly.

Oh the kisses on the hands, both of you love them. Sometimes he gives them unconsciously when he has one of your hands and the same thing happens with you too. He thinks that your hands are very pretty. Unlike his, you tend to have a softer hands. 

Butterfly kisses usually happen when you are very close to one of his cheeks or your face is hidden in the hollow of his neck, your eyelashes tickle him, so you usually snatch one or three laughs from him. 

For that reason, you love these kisses.

By the way, feel confident to correct me with certain words that I have used wrong and give me a couple of tips, I have no problem with it as long as you do it in a respectful way.

Take good care of yourself! 💗

I MIGHT, be able to make this 🙏🙏🙏🙏,but I'm still busy with school 😔

Is it too much to ask someone to write a lestappen fic based on “Agora Hills” by Doja Cat? That song has been all over my fyp 😭

Like one of them really wants to get caught kissing and wants to show the other off too 🙏🏻 maybe max wants to do it after the pics we got of Charles from the Ferrari gala in NYC.

WOAH HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE THANK YOU ‼️‼️‼️

Charles: *puts a sticker to Max's back with words* Carlos: What's the words in the sticker? Charles: 'I love Charles and I know it.' Carlos: Ok then. Just hope he didn't get angry when he finds out. *2 days later* Carlos: How the fuck the sticker has not yet removed?? Charles: He probably found out already, but he likes it.

THEM