#cod drama

[meteraa]

So everything that happened so far is fake!?😃

What’s going on people!!???

[bitchkiss]

Thank you so much for answering my questions. I'm a poc myself, and when I saw something that didn't really go in the same direction of what my logic/belief was, I questioned why it was so. It would take me a bit more time to analyse within myself the questions you've written at the end, but it seems helpful

I was wondering about the gut feeling you talked about. Maybe it is because I haven't been out of the country irl, or because I've been lucky enough to not deal with racism, atleast directed at me, on social media. But I've never experienced a gut feeling as such, especially when someone isn't being outright discriminative. So for such really short interaction times, for example a post that comes up on your blog, or a comment you see which has the liberty to be dismissed as a 'hey, maybe this person genuinely doesn't like the personality, or just the character in general', how do you get the gut feeling/act on it. Or more importantly how can *I* see if it's stemming from an underlying cause of racism, from a single message, if it makes sense

And you also talked about societal beliefs. How do you usually judge if those beliefs are not right, because I imagine it's quite difficult (not the word I wanted to use here, but vocabulary is escaping me currently) to go against a huge stream of thoughts and then voice it out.

Once again, thank you so much for taking time out to answer this

answering this now so you know that i saw it and that i will be writing out a thought out answer when i have energy!!! my flare has gotten worse so i need to lay down.

[cod-dump]

Roach: *walks into the rec room in a massive hoodie*

Gaz, staring at the hoodie: That confirms it

Roach: Confirms what?

Soap: That you’re dating König

Roach: Dati- I am NOT! Why the fuck do you think I’m dating KorTac’s colonel?!

Ghost: You’re wearing a outlandishly large hoodie with the Austrian flag on the back

Roach: IT’S FOR FOOTBALL

Ghost: You don’t even like football! And why the fuck would you support Austria over England?!

Gaz: Roach, just admit you’re dating König

Roach: I’M NOT

Soap: Oh my god- Gary! Stop playing around!

Price, walking in: What’s with the yelling?

Ghost: Roach’s denying that he’s dating Colonel König

Price: He’s not though

Roach: THANK YOU-

Price: They’re friends with benefits

Gaz, Ghost, & Soap: *immediately start losing their shit*

Roach: WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU TELL THEM THAT?!

Price: *says nothing before he leaves the room*

Roach: CAPTAIN-

[pippynsworld]

[thegnomelord]

Don't mind me, just gonna defend my friend

Who cares about the size of your server? Whether it's 1 person, 10 people, 1k or 100k, that's no excuse for poor moderation and selective cencorship. If you can't moderate properly, get more or better mods and stop using the number as an excuse.

For someone who complains about a person "throwing around buzzwords and emotional manipulation and call it facts" and supposedly lying about your friend, you sure have no problem and love doing the same. Anti this, anti that, calling Zyo emotionally manipulative and shit, actively insulting and slandering people you don't agree with but bitching about them, supposedly, doing the same. Bro, you don't provide any receipts that Zyo started any 'witchunt'. Also, "Is actively pretending to have DiD/Dissociative Identity Disorder, generally only interacts with fandom to be a massive" and how do you know??? A person's mental health is a private thing and what proof do you want? Their medical history? Should they give you their address and social security number too? You are actively spreading misinformation and pushing your beliefs as fact, you fucking hypocrite.

3. Someone not being active in a server for a long time doesn't mean they're sitting in the corner doctor Evil style planning how to start drama. I'm in servers that I only respond to once or twice a month because life gets in the way or I'm tired or don't have anything to add to the conversation. But I still get notifications from the discord or look at the chat to see what other ppl are saying, so for you to say Jellycakes was planning to start drama because they're not active on a server is utter bitch behaviour.

4. About the 'nothing in that single comment was informational' bro didn't you even ASK Or let Jelly provide proof. It's reasonable to be skeptical but you didn't ask for any proof and by the timestamp of the messages you can see that you guys IMMEDIATELY just went 'mmhph DeLeTe ThIs'. You can't rage on a post demanding proof when you don't even give the person TIME to give proof. Also, for someone who said there's absolutely no politics allowed, you lot sure love letting politics in your chat.

Really left politics and irl issues at the door huh?

5. I don't agree nor condone people receiving death threats, but if you are going to say Leech or someone else is receiving death threats, give me proof. Leech has deleted all his socials, your cod server is dead quiet, death threats are a horrible thing but if you are going to say that certain people are sending you death threats, give fucking proof of those people sending you death threats because right now it's incredibly Sus that the people you dislike are conveniently sending you death threats. In your own words, you're a coward.

6. Your server has a 'stance' against politics but allows hate speech on your server, WHICH IS IN DIRECT VIOLATION TO DISCORD'S TOS. I find that just fucking haliariuos that I , apperantly, can't talk about Palestine or Israel, but I can unironically call a gay person a faggot or say women deserve to be in the kitchen if I just spoiler it

7. You do not know if those people do or don't do more for their activism beyond the internet. Maybe they don't have the means to be active politically in real life, maybe they are active both on the internet and real life. You just don't know. Saying that their activism is invalid because it's on the internet and yours is, supposedly, in real life, reeks of pick me energy.

Writing a massive CoD tea post, if you don't want to see it please block the tag CallofDrama. Love you guys take care of yourselves watch this space.

[s0fter-sin]

retired ghoap going on a renovation competition show

ghost takes over the budget and he's ruthless with it; tracking every paint swatch and piece of lumber down to the last cent, haggling for every purchase and making the most of their coupons. soap's in charge of design; he can visualise floor plans better than anyone, seeing the completed spaces in his mind when they’re little more than a steel shell

they run their site like a military base, treating their builders like rookies; expecting them to follow orders but also waiting for them to inevitably mess up so they can fix it

they're an immediate shock to the judges; they fully expected them to have no idea what they're doing, to have no understanding of style or trends, but they didn't sign up just for shits and giggles

they know how to hit a brief and can do physical labour faster than the actual builders. with soap's discerning eye and ghost's practically, they design gorgeous rooms and become a real threat for the prize money. they handle the stress and sleepless nights like it's second nature bc really, it is; a few all nighters painting are nothing compared to being shot at

they also take great joy in messing with the other couples

it takes a while for them to figure out they're even married; they argue like it's going out of fashion, never holding their opinions or frustrations back but it's their love language as much as their banter. you can hear them barking at each other from across the site; callsigns and “It” and “sergeant” thrown around just like in the field

the challenges are where they have the most fun

the day to day? that's work; they're strict, both with themselves and the schedule, never letting anything fall behind or go incompleted. but the challenges? that's play time. they love pushing the brief, toeing the line of the rules purely bc they can

they get to a two part art challenge and ghost's scheming before before the host even opens their mouth. part one? one half of the couple has to design some kind of art piece that will feature in their house. part two? the other person has to gather supplies and tools and make the art

there's a time limit for how long they can take to gather the supplies; once it's up, they can't go back for more and they can only use what they can carry themselves to their station. they're in a warehouse filled with scrap and paint and tools, the choices almost overwhelming

ghost politely interrupts the host to ask for a clarification; absolutely anything in the warehouse can be used so long as they can carry it?

the host confirms; anything under the roof is their's to use

ghost thanks them and steps back in line, standing at attention and waiting for round one to start

ghost volunteers to be the one to do the art, shocking everyone since soap is well known as the artist of the two of them. but soap sees the mischief in his eyes; he knows he's up to something and can't wait to see where it goes

the timer starts and ghost immediately shucks his hoodie and gets to grabbing; stuffing the impromptu bag with everything he recognises from soap's own supplies. there's seconds to go when he bolts for soap, throwing him over his shoulder in a fireman's carry

the other couples are pissed and call it cheating, trying to get them disqualified

ghost just shrugs, soap still over his shoulder, "they said we can use anything we can carry. i followed the brief"

soap just laughs like a mad man

they win the challenge by a landslide

everything's going smoothly, they've won enough room reveals that they’re in a good financial position, they’re ahead in their current room and in a great headspace

then soap gets injured

it's an honest mistake, a part of the roof they thought was stable collapsing and hitting soap

and ghost, always calm and in control, panics

he's on the other side of the site when he hears soap cry out and goes running; shoving past cameramen and builders, screaming to know what happened before he even sees him. he finds soap on the ground, blood dripping from his temple and it's too familiar; a thing he sees in his nightmares

he doesn't know what to do with all his fear so instead, he channels it into anger

he goes off on all his builders, demanding to know how they could be so useless and careless as to miss the unstable roof; screaming at them in a way he hasn't done since he was on active duty, tearing down a rookie for poor trigger management

all the while, his gentle hands tend to soap; checking the wound, if he's concussed, soothing him before he can slip into a flashback of his own. he growls at the cameras, doesn't let the onsite medics anywhere near him; he doesn't know them, doesn't trust them with his johnny. it's only soap's gentle convincing that makes him step back, that forces him to stop and breathe; glaring the medics down from soap's side as they check him and come to the same conclusion soap already reached

he'll be iust fine; a few stitches and he'll be right back in it

ghost goes with him to the hospital to get the stitches laid, abandoning the site to their terrified builders to look after. it takes a few days before he can handle them being separated again, can't even handle one of them going shopping while the other site manages

but soap doesn't begrudge him for his clinginess, not when he knows it's rooted in the fear of losing him. he just keeps him close and calls him his good luck charm when they win the room reveal that week

[iz1331]

Wasn't able to continue watching the livestream on YouTube, but SNL posted the skits on X/Twitter, so I watched them there. Correct me if I'm wrong, but here's the Beetlejuice mentions in tonight's show.

KEATON JUICE

CHARLIE JUICE

ANDY JUICE

MICHAEL KEATON AND ALEC BALDWIN REUNION!!!

BEETLEJUICE/BETELGEUSE AND ADAM MAITLAND!!!

[tassodelmiele]

-Are ya done?-

-No. Hold this-

-Bloody hell...-

-You've doing great so far babe, don't start complaining now. Give me one minute-

-I gave you "one minute" two hours ago-

-Shibari takes time-

-I've noticed. My spine had also noticed-

-Drama queen-

-Not to mention how your goddamn rope had tear my poor hair-

-Drama queen! Oh, anyway, we're getting rid of 'em-

-...of what?-

-Your hair-

-Forget it-

-C'mon John-

-Over ma dead body-

-The rope's gonna rip everything! I ain't gonna undo every knot just 'cause of your stupid hairy body-

-That "stupid hairy body" 's what's you' re drooling on since a week, gorgeous. Be more gentle-

-Mmmhok...Sowwy...-

-Good girl-

....

WE HAVE HIS GORGEOUS GODDAMN FACE, YAS

Also, don't mind him. He's having fun

...I've already shaved him anyway, just to try. Not bad, but in this case I prefer the hairy body~

[uhohdad]

[vellichor-of-the-solivagant]

To the Fallen, Who Found Himself a Paradise

CONTENT: FLUFF, Period Drama AU, Implied Sexual Content

Masterlist / Archive of Our Own

Simon Riley, a well-known knight of the kingdom, who gained many achievements during the war, now living in a secluded town on his own, found himself getting married to a duke’s daughter as a “reward” from the king for his good deeds

You, who were supposed to marry the crown prince, found yourself getting married to a lowly soldier, who couldn’t even wear proper attire on his wedding and instead wore his old military clothes and a mask and now sent away to live in a secluded town with your new husband

Unused to the ways of commoners, you found it troublesome how they lived without any help from servants, irritating your husband Simon with your constant whines and complaints

Simon having enough of your unnecessary cries of how poor he was every single minute, left you all alone in the house to go to the town to buy you some more decent food to feed you and somehow shut you up

You having enough of his nags, ran away the night he decided to go to the town, only to get lost in the woods near your husband’s house, where he had told you were full of dangerous animals

Simon who got back from shopping downtown, only to find his wife missing and rushed to the forest with an unknown feeling in his stomach. Worry? Fear? No, he called it pity and a shame if you were eaten by a wolf or a bear

Simon who found you by the river bank, crying over your dirty clothes after you had slipped down the hill and surrounded by a pack of wolves, and immediately came in rescue, telling you not to look as he drew out his sword like a knight-in-shining-armor you had seen in books.

You, who couldn’t look away as he slashed open the wolves’ throat, despite getting sick of all the gore, somehow had this flipping feeling in your stomach. Fear? Anxiety? Yeah, that was it.

Your husband, Simon, kneeling before you from a couple of meters away, not wanting to scare you after what you had seen him do and not wanting you to get blood from his clothes, then being surprised when you jumped into his arms crying

Your husband, Simon scooped you up in his arms like you weighed nothing, and carried you all the way back to his house with one arm as he held his sword with his other hand

Your husband, Simon, who aided your bruises and cuts which you got from the twigs during your pathetic escape and from fending off the wolves, helping you get clean and dressed as well, trying his best not to blush under his mask, only to fail as he saw your naked flesh in the tub

You, who never had any help from a man during baths, now burning red as he scrubbed all the dirt from your skin, helping you get dry and dressed your in his clothes right after

You, who never had worn any commoner’s clothes, now finding it the most comfortable garments you’ve had your entire life.

You, who had thanked you husband, Simon with a kiss on his cheek before hiding yourself under the sheets of the bed

Simon, who stood frozen in place, when his wife suddenly kissed him as a thanks, now thinking he could kill all the bears and wolves in the forest

You who had begun to learn more about him and the way of his living, realizing that this kind of life was more wonderful than the way nobles live

You who had begun to help him start a garden and a small farm, getting all dirty, yet still had the brightest smile on your face when you showed him how you got a bigger carrot than him and challenged him who would get the most by the end of the day

Simon, who found himself smiling under the mask as he heaved up the basket of cabbages you and he harvested, watching your hum as you picked out flowers on the side of the road to put on the vase back home

You, who had begun to worry as you stood before a mirror, realizing you were getting fat over time, because of how much you ate every day, and thinking back on how little you ate back in the dukedom

Your husband, Simon, telling you that you have always been beautiful even if you were thin or fat, then telling you that he had always found you lovely ever since he met you

You who immediately pulled the best husband in the world into a tight hug and planted a kiss on him, only this time, it was on his lips

Simon, who had forgotten to cook dinner when he brought you to your room, removed his mask and pulled you into a kiss so gentle and warm you melted into his embrace, all the thoughts of going back to your old life thrown into the drain

You, who had peppered his scars kisses as he slowly unfastened the ribbons of your dress under the soft glow of the moon and got heaved up to the bed, letting him crawl over you

Simon, who found himself shedding tears as he took his wife, your beautiful voice ringing like music in his ears, watching you under him make an expression that burned him like the sun

You, who kissed his tears away and wrapped your arms around his neck, whispering sweet things to his ears as a poet would to the subject of their story

Simon, who painted a smile on his face, murmuring words to your lips like an oath a knight would make to a queen, like a believer would pray to their goddess, as gentle as the radiance of the moon that broke through the leaves of the trees

You, who had told him that you weren’t a queen nor a goddess, but his one and only wife meant for him, till the end of time

[bitchkiss]

Hello, I hope I am not disturbing you. I wanted to ask something that's been on my mind for a while if that's ok. I've sent this to a few other blogs also, and I was hoping you'd be able to provide a more appropriate answer

At what point do we draw the line between "I do not think this fits the character/I do not like how the character has been constructed" vs "I hate this character because they're black, or a poc, or a minority"?

Because I've SEEN people in the screenshot post comment that if you do not include gaz, then there's racism in there. But if I do not see the text blurb, or prompt or whatever fit any given character, then is that racism? And if I have to include the character if the opposite is racism, then wouldn't that be more inappropriate? Since I'd be including them out of obligation than a genuine interest/adoration/appropriateness of the character?

Because this has constantly been on my mind. So far I've believed that as long as I remain fair with what I like or dislike in a character, WITHOUT basing it on colour, then that's alright, like that's been my logic, and it made sense for me? But from what a few people have commented, it seems like whenever I do not include gaz (leave apart excluding him from t141 stuff, that's clear cut racism for me, because why include everyone else except a core member of the team when it says tf141) then it becomes racist?

Help me understand this, or atleast let me know who I can send an ask to that explains this.

it's all based on patterns. as a black woman, and i know other black women get this too, there's like...a gut feeling you get when something seems off. our first instinct is to dismiss it. i think that's a really important thing for white people to know. when someone starts pointing out a pattern of racism, especially if that person is a poc, usually all other explanations have been ruled out. when i experience it in real life, i think long and hard about how i've seen that person interact with others. how do they interact with men? how do they interact with other women and genderqueer people? how often are they around black people? the reason for all of this is because it's really hard to believe that people can be so openly prejudiced without awareness. but people are. and if people are bringing it up to you, well then im glad you're sending these asks, because it's far past time for you to start looking at your actions beloved. to bring those questions to the fandom space, you look at a persons posts. are they never including this character? do they post about this character an equal amount, just in different situations? then yeah, it's totally likely that this character doesn't fit for whatever that post was. or like a lot of cod bloggers have a favorite character or a favorite pairing, and most of their posts are geared towards those one or two characters. i also think that's normal. but also, there's always going to be bias involved in who or what you like. i have my own bias. i am at the intersection of many forms of oppression and i definitely still have my own biases based on the systemic prejudice we are all raised in. when i don't like a character, or i like one character moreso than others, i always try to examine that. i think the most helpful thing is to be comfortable saying that your life or dislike of something is based in prejudice. this isn't something you post about or air out to the world, just be aware of it in yourself...examine it privately...you will often find that what you like starts to change as you break that bias away...but this is only possible if you're willing to say you are being biased without judgement. no one can read your mind. examine yourself honestly without fear of backlash, because it's only you and maybe a friend you really trust to talk about it with. and sometimes after that examination, you'll find that you don't like that character because...you just don't! and you can feel comfortable in that. but i think it's more likely, in this case, you will find new avenues of looking at gaz/other characters in a way that seemed unfit before. but i could be wrong. only you know you. when someone says that it's ONLY because this character doesn't fit, or that they're definitely not racist, then that just tells me they don't know if their motivations are racist or not. it tells me they've done no examination. doing something racist is not the end of the world because we have all done something racist (including poc), we will all do something racist, because we live in a world that is entrenched in racism and it's something we have to ACTIVELY address in ourselves every day. its a full time fuckin job baby! here's a list of questions i ask myself. - why don't i like this character/why don't i feel like this character fits? - what is the evidence for these traits? - if these traits are ones i feel about the character intuitively, then where do those beliefs come from? (we always have our intuitive beliefs about a character that come from our life experience. sometimes it will be projection, sometimes it will be from previous media analysis, sometimes it will be from biases we haven't examined in ourselves yet) - do these traits align with widespread beliefs about the group of people this character comes from? - is it possible i feel this way about this character because of these societal beliefs i was raised with?

what you've asked is a big question. i gave a big answer. i hope it's comprehensive and it made sense. i'm open to explaining anything that seems confusing.

[cod-dump]

Graves, holding a knife to Price’s throat: Do you want to fucking die?

Price: Kinda

Graves: *stares at Price before lowering the knife*

Graves: Babe, we literally sat down and talked about this! Didn’t we talk about this?!

Nik, laying on the floor tied up: We did. I’m a little disappointed you care so little about our feelings, John

Price: Oh my god-

[giotanner]

These are how things went when Jason Todd first met with KorTac faction operator König /support my video on tiktok

(Jason has always been the tallest in his family, aside from Bruce Wayne. He feels a little bruised in the ego.

141 saw this coming.)

fun fact: I went to look up the English-Scottish translation to write Soap asking Jason if...he needs a ladder

Ko-fi

[konigsblog]

you can't sit there and claim that you've "moved on" after creating 3 posts, with a total of 84 paragraphs about me 😭 jesus christ, i'm BEGGING you to find friends at this point.

[flowerfreya]

Dr. Dad

part 1

This picks up where we left off from part 1. I am still learning how to link post and such so cut me some slack please lol

Pairing : Simon "Ghost" Riley / Reader

The reader is a 5th year resident that just had a baby with Simon who is an Attending. The reader does not want anyone to know that they are together until she makes fellow at the hospital.

He lets out a little smirk. His face turns serious for a moment. 

“My love know you don't have to come back to work so soon”

You sigh you knew that was coming. He’s been saying this since you told him that you were going back to work last week after you placed Bella into her bassinet. He was silent for a while just standing in the doorway of the bathroom. 

Looking at you. 

Assessing you. 

Trying to think of something to say to convince you not to do. 

 You had a relatively easy birth, having the birth of the baby at the hospital closest to your home and not the one you work at. It's not that you don't want anyone to know about you and Simon but , the relationship started when you were on his surgical rotation which is not allowed. You did let HR know about the relationship after you were off his rotation and the start date of your relationship officially is when you started your oncology rotation, which you really needed support for anyway.

When you fell pregnant you told Simon almost immediately. It was not an ideal time , you were a fifth year resident with little to no time on your hands , drowning in student loan debt, and you're barely making 60k a year. Simon on the other hand is an attending physician with over 6 years of experience in the field and 3 years working at the hospital. He was happy and together you let the medical director know about the relationship and pregnancy and those are the only people you told. 

When you started to show , there was a lot of rumors surrounding you.

It has to be one of the other residents , its the xrays tech baby , she always gets her patient pushed to the front 

You did nothing to dispel the talk, much to Simon’s disagreement.

“Let me say something”, he says one night after a 16 hour day. 

“You can say something , just don't say that your mine” you say 

You have an issue with being hyper independent, you realize that in fact a little to much. You love Simon but you let him know that you will be a working mom , you will be keeping your last name, and no one will know that you are dating Simon until you make Fellow , which is why you need to get back to work. 

Your mother was a godsend and also retired so when you called and let her know you were going back to work she didn’t try to convince you not to do it she just ask,“how can I help.”

 A knock on the door brings you back to the present. 

You sigh and proceed to unlatch the breast pump and hand them to Simon. He has a mini fridge and you dont trust these other residents to not fuck with your milk. 

Another this time harder and longer 

“One Second” you say brightly. While Simon glares at the door while towards it to unlock it. 

One of the 3rd year residents walks in and looks a little a pale. Lets you know that Graves is looking for you.

"Does he seem upset", You don't really care if he is but you would like to prepare how preppy you should act towards him. You firmly believe in killing people with kindness especially when it has to do with Graves who probably drinks Interns tears for breakfast , lunch and dinner.

"Is he bother you?", Simon ask. To anyone else it sounds like a normal question one of concern from a colleague. But you know he's worried he ask the question like it pains him from going to find Graves and tell him to lay off. No one likes Graves but he technically isn't doing anything wrong , he has the right to kick anyone out of his OR, to make interns scribe all his charts , and terrorize his residents until they rather to scut work then be in presence.

"Nothing that I can't handle" , you smile at him and then look to the resident that was sent to retrieve you.

"I'm right behind you", the resident turns and just about runs out the room.

You hand the milk to Simon and place a quick kiss on his lips, he makes an almost groaning sound and drags you back for another kiss , a deeper kiss with his hand tighting around your hips. You pull away with a little giggle, "I miss you too" you say , your eyes lowering that makes it known exactly what you miss.

You straighten your clothes back up , make sure that you don't look at tired as you seem and head out to another 4 hours of running around like you are fresh intern right from medical school and not a tired mom that just wants to sleep on the couch holding your baby.

[cheezbites]

Chris McLean As Your Ex Pt.2

Part One

✎: My first time writing smut... I’m a proud smut-writing-virgin!!😭🙏

♡Summary: Chris being a man-whore, and Y/N meets the campers. (Ex!Chris x f!reader)

WARNINGS: Language, smut, minors skedaddle!!!, overstimulation. (???)

➽Tag List: (Thank y’all for the sweet comments, they motivated me a lot through this whole thing!!!) @11aplacesange11 @prayersgems @marsyay78 @blobthejellyfish @lemonsarentlemons

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The silence that filled the air wasn’t an uncomfortable silence, despite the enigmatic history between you and Chris.

“Care to grab me a towel?” you asked with a sense of sarcasm visible in your tone. When you looked at Chris he was already staring. But not in a sexual way - (despite your soaked pyjamas being translucent and exposing your bare figure). And not in a spiteful way, either.

He didn’t answer for a while, as if he was possessed by you.

“Oh, I uh- yeah,” he walked out of the room in hopes of finding Chef to fetch a spare towel for you. As you stood up from the bathtub, water trickled down your frigid body. You dried your hair by squeezing it tightly in your grasp and twisting it.

This whole situation was absurd, hosting with your ex, having a panic attack and the rumours online. Most importantly; you got your cutest pyjamas soaked, bummer.

You plopped yourself up on the counter and aimlessly kicked your feet - when he re-entered the room, his demeanour was distant this time around.

“Chef’s not here, he’s making the campers breakfast.”

-

“Here,” he murmured, handing you a fresh towel, but not even making eye contact with you in the process.

“Thanks,” you said, drying yourself off. You then realised the way he was fleeing from even momentarily sparing you a glance. It all began to make sense now, you were technically naked.

“It’s not like it’s anything you haven’t seen before.” You chuckled, mildly nestling his face and turning it so he could look at you.

“I shouldn't be here…”

“Why, do I make you nervous?” You swiftly and delicately dried your hair, completely unaware of the effect your question had on him. You made him more than nervous, you made Chris McLean a total wreck. He felt uneasy and apprehensive at the mention of your name, or just by thinking about you. But seeing you in real life, living and breathing and all - it took every cell in his body to not fumble his words and tremble uncontrollably.

His palms began to sweat and he ran a hand through this dark, messy hair. Amidst searching for the perfect answer that would best resonate his cocky know-it-all personality.

“Let me tell tell you something, Chris.”

“Uh- sure thing.”

“You know…” you settled your towel on the counter, giving him your full attention.

“The fans think my show’s latest episodes are being faked now, y’know, the fights and all. They think that so I can hype up my expected appearance for TDI.”

“Yeah, I understand.” he placed his hands next to your thighs, on the edge of the countertop where you were sat. “It’s stupid, but they will come to their senses. I promise. You’d never stage your content, they would know.”

Whilst he had you pinned between his arms, something else was holding you down: the way he was looking at you. His eyes, which were once a source of irritation, now radiated an infatuation that left you breathless. It was as if he was seeing you for the first time, your heartbeat accelerated when you realized that maybe, just maybe, the flame of your old love still flickered, waiting to be reignited.

“Stop…” you muttered, still unable to take your eyes off of him.

“What?”

“You know what you’re doing, Chris.”

“Hm?” he cocked his head to the side in the slightest.

…


“Shut up and kiss me,” you leaned in without a second thought - you saw this coming from a mile away. The way he was there for you only once and gave you one ‘look’, then you’re already whipped.

“Don’t you hate me?” he questioned in the midst of kissing you.

“I know.”

He carried you to your bedroom, causing your arms to wrap around his neck for leisure. As you straddled him on your bed whilst his hands were placed on your hips. You gave him tender hickeys on his neck, and he lowly grunted in response to the pleasuring sensation whilst he stroked your hair.

“Make sure to cover them before filming.”

You tugged your pyjama shorts and underwear off then reflexively grinded on his boner. As your body arched into his lap, his hands were around your hips closely pulling you in. You were already so unbelievably wet for him, fortunately it could be disguised as remaining water from the bathtub.

“Please Y/N… ‘need to feel you,”

“You don’t deserve me yet, Chris.”

“Please, baby- please...” You couldn’t help feeling bad seeing him like this, being so desperate and needy from how pussy deprived he was. You had him begging for you - to be fair, you were getting a rise out of this. He was so hard it began hurting him.

A beam of thrill and gratification was visible in his eyes when you unbuckled his belt and pulled his boxers down, his dick practically sprung into the air and precum was trickling down his tip. You sank onto his cock and adjusted to the mild pain by rocking your hips back and forth.

As you rode him, low grunts and whimpers flew past his lips. He moderately bucked up his hips so you could take more of him.

“Fuck,” he erratically babbled obscenities and curses under his breath as he softly fondled your curls.

“Chris, ‘m close,” you grunted, digging your nails into his shirt. He used his hands to guide and support you as your legs progressively gave out. Without warning, his slick filled you to the brim and spewed extensively. It covered your abdomen, top and bed sheets.

After a few more thrusts, your world flashed before your eyes. Your cum pooled around his inner thigh, you felt your heartbeat pleasurably throbbing in your clit and your breathing was hot and heavy. But he wasn’t done with you yet, he wanted to make a mess out of you. His favourite part about the aftermath of fucking the sense out of you was the way you looked.

Your hair would be messy, partly obscuring your face, while streaks of mascara smudged your puffy eyelids, and you’d have slightly bloodshot teary eyes. Which is what you currently look like.

He cautiously repositioned you to the centre of the bed and manhandled you into doggy-style position. Upon feeling lightheaded, you were willing to be obedient. Your back was arched and your ass was in the air for him, you used your trembling arms to support your upper body.

His already soaked penis slid up and down your throbbing cunt - teasingly rubbing circles onto your clit. He repeated this motion a few more times, and without warning he thrusts into you, inciting a startled whine to escape your lips.

He shoved his dick deeper and deeper inside of you with every thrust. One of your hands was covering your mouth in an attempt to silence your audible moans and the other was digging your nails into the bedsheets for dear life.

“Ch-Chris, ‘can’t take...it,” you sobbed, unobtainably moving your other hand from your mouth to the bed. Sinking your nails into the soft fabric.

“You’re taking me so well, baby…”

His randy words triggered you to clench around his cock, eliciting a groan from him.

Your eyes twitched and rolled back from the overstimulation, When you think he’s about to stop he keeps going; yet more passionately and intensified.

He mercilessly rammed his dick into you and clutched onto your hips so he could manoeuvre you freely and ensure you don't fall.

A stream of tears ran down your eye, you couldn't take the constant pounding. You couldn't do anything else but brainlessly sputter whatever came to mind. Fortunately, no one else was there. If they had been, all they would have heard were your muffled cries, moans and whines.

“Please,” you pleaded through tearful eyes and a quivering voice, unsure what you were begging for. As you clasped onto the cum stained cloth below you.

“Ngh- Ch—..ris!”

He applied pressure onto your clit and rubbed continuous circles with his thumb, your knees felt wobbly - akin to a jelly consistency, and your arms went numb and they gave in, granting Chris easy access as your arch had increased tenfold.

“Baby, baby… ’m close,” you blurted, burying your head into your pillow.

The speed of the pounding leisurely died down,“Fuck,” Chris groaned as he released his load into you, heavily breathing and briefly staying put before pulling out.

Soon you followed, It felt like an otherworldly experience coming twice in such a short span of time. Your entire body felt excruciatingly numb, but at the same time; the sensation was vaguely rewarding.

You collapsed onto your bed face-flat, still drowsily breathing. Chris tugged your hair so he could look at your face and everything was unkept: from your messy hair to your tearful eyes. Just what he liked. He buckled up his jeans and abruptly left the room.

He fetched an oversized t-shirt and dressed you in it. As well as a soft and comfortable blanket for both of you. Draping it over your body, you couldn't help but smile as you snuggled up next to him on, the warmth of the blanket enveloping you both.

With an officious yet endearing tone, Chris asked, "Do you need anything else, love? Water, a snack, a pillow... anything?"

You held his hand that was placed on your waist, feeling content. "I'm okay, Chris. Just having you here is enough."

He chuckled softly and wrapped his arm around you, pulling you closer. "Alright, if you change your mind, just let me know."

You closed your eyes, enjoying the comfort of the moment, knowing that even in the midst of your arguments and conflicts, there were these precious, sweet moments that made you appreciate each other's company.

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“Up close she looks even better… she’s so pulchritudinous.”

“Shut the fuck up, Harold. Nobody even knows what that means!”

“OMG, that's the girl on that one show that goes like, “Getting up close and personal with the icons!” and she's like suuuper famous!”

“How did Chris bag Y/N L/N? He’s a 4 on a good day.”

“Campers, settle down!!!” Chef yelled, silencing their overlapping chatter.

You warmly smiled at the campers, standing next to Chris on his podium. They were all situated around logs surrounding a toasty campfire. A majority of them were too busy ogling you in shock and astonishment, the rest were still in denial.

“Hello campers!” you greeted, a striking confidence was distinguishable in your voice.

“As most of you know already, my name is Y/N L/N. It’s a pleasure to meet you guys! I‘ve noticed some of you are big fans of my show, ‘Icons Unveiled’. Or you may know me from hosting previously, but for the next few weeks, I will be hosting Total Drama Island along with the great, famous Chris McLean!”

As you gave your speech, you had an unquestionable authority. They all patiently waited for you to finish speaking before they interjected with their own comments, you were humble at the same time. Two of the campers even broke down crying, one was a tall blonde with blue eyes and brown thigh-high heels, the other being a short brunette with pink leggings and a green shirt garnished with scouting badges.

“Is this a dream? Someone pinch me.”

“Okay, I hate Chris so much but her being here makes this SO much more better.”

“I can't breathe right now I’m about to die I think?! I’m starting to hear colours.”

Through all the ear-splitting reactions, a malicious set of eyes was set on you. Relentlessly shooting envious looks in your direction - a scrutiny that hoped looks could kill, and wishing you dead from simply glaring at you.

“That’s a really fun idea.” A silvery voice interjected, scowling her face at both you and Chris. You raised an eyebrow, bewildered at the sudden hostility.

“You’re going to be an outstanding hostess, right? Cue the applause, everybody.” The redundant remarks made everyone’s head turn to gape at her. She had straight blonde hair and striking blue eyes, she folded her arms over her tight red dress and crossed her legs, highlighting her crimson heels.

“Blainley, cut it out.” Chris enunciated, impatience lacing his words.

“I’m glad you can even remember my fucking name, so what? You just abandon as this season’s hostess for Y/N?! Fucking Y/N L/N? What does she have that I don't?”

“Uh, hope I'm not interrupting. But who is Bethany? I was never informed about a Betahny hosting, too…” You purposely fumbled her name to further enrage her and see how far you could escalate this situation, just for the hell of it.

“Is it 'cause she’s prettier, more famous? Or is she a better fuck than me?!”

The campers froze with their jaws resembling an ‘O’ shape, and then they raucously chattered about what was unfolding, but her final comment ticked you off. Who does this bitch think she is? You could tell she had no shame publicly announcing her ‘sex life’ on national TV and causing an unnecessary one-sided fight. But you ensured you would have fun toying with and antagonizing her.

“I never will or have fucked you, you’re mentally ill. Just sit down and behave. You’re a con-tes-tant now, know your lane.” Chris retorted curtly, agitatedly drumming his fingers on the podium’s surface.

“Go to hell, Chris. And you,” she aggressively pointed an accusing finger in your direction.

“You can join him in hell, slut.” she stormed off from the campfire, flipping the cameras off. She left everyone else feeling shocked, alarmed and astounded by the scene she put up.

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A/N: This part was kinda short, MY DEAREST APOLOGIES FR. I wanted to do a double chapter but this was marinating in my drafts for too long, and I could NAWT decide what to do for part 3. So as soon as I do I’ll get to writing it ASAP😔🤞. Next part will be a juicy double chapter I promise