RightsForHimbos
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Your friend had been nagging you to do anything other than just rot away in your bed. Recommending a club, you decided to join a rock band club. You were only going to be there for one day to please your friend before disappearing. However, the appearance of a certain man with a U.K. flag stitched onto his hat made you think that maybe appearing for a few more days wouldn’t be too bad.
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- Part 4 of Fics of my COD babes
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It’s cold, maybe John “Soap” Mactavish can help you feel warm.
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- Part 3 of Fics of my COD babes
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You moved into the city with your family. You entered high school and started a peculiar friendship with one of the students - Kim Hong-jin. A troublesome student that you somehow managed to befriend.
As you enter your adult years, you realize that there was something up with your friend. How he’d go out late at night and come back even later. It became a daily occurrence that he’d slip out at night - until one day, he didn’t come back.
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- Part 2 of Fics of my COD babes
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Nobody told you how lonely college abroad was. Your birthday was coming up soon and you dreaded its arrival. You didn’t like celebrating your birthday, since yours was always forgotten - to the point where you didn’t seem to celebrate it anymore. However, Gaz is here to break the cycle.
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- Part 1 of Fics of my COD babes
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COLLEGE AU - Johnny is tired of listening to his dorm neighbor fuck the guy he has a crush on so he confronts it...
Basically Johnny fucks reader while Simon watches
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16 Nov 2025
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The first time Sebas heard the name Vera Perez, it was followed by laughter. A quiet, shy sort of laugh that came from the back of his classroom—five years old, curls wild and paint on her sleeves, trying to hide the fact that she’d drawn a sun with a face on her math worksheet.
“Vera,” he said gently, crouching beside her desk. “That’s very creative, but I think the sun is happier on the art table, don’t you think?”
She nodded solemnly, dimples pressing into her cheeks. “I like happy suns,” she said, and then—like it was a secret—“My papa says I make good ones.”
Sebas smiled, not knowing yet that her papa was Roque Perez—the same man plastered across billboards downtown, muscles and mud, the face of Argentina’s rugby triumphs.
He didn’t know that the man rarely made school runs himself, that the nanny usually appeared with a soft apology and a thermos of tea, or that every time the class painted, Vera always saved one picture to bring home to him.
At that point, Sebas just thought she was a bright, kind kid with a big heart.
He didn’t expect the way that one small girl—and the father who came with her—would quietly rearrange the rhythm of his life.Bookmarked by RightsForHimbos
02 Nov 2025
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hi, i am your local cryptid and i draw gay men. once a blue moon gay women. i very normal about reynauld.
i am gonna compile my DD works here.Bookmarked by RightsForHimbos
21 Jul 2025
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"It ain't true." The lanky looking man next to him said, whose face was about a palm's distance away from him. "Y'know. What she said. 's your own bin. They ain't sleepin' in it."
"Excuse me." It was abrupt and definitely questionable in terms of manners, but Reynauld had enough. Tonight was already packed with unpleasant excitement, he wasn't going to stoop as low as allowing himself a pub therapy after the previous spectacle. He counted the exact amount of cash and set his glass over it. That ought to be clear enough.
Now, the man finally got it. He had the decency to raise his glass as a kind of acknowledgement. Reynauld nodded at him with polite disdain and walked out without looking back.
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15 Jul 2024
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This neverending cycle of gravitation and overcorrection—it was something that no one deserved to endure at his hands, surely. Whatever twists of fate the future might hold, and whatever actions Reynauld might someday feel compelled to take in the name of safeguarding his eternal salvation, he thanked the Light daily that Dismas hadn’t already left him for dead in one of these dungeons just to be through with it all.
It would be a fitting punishment, Reynauld figured; lenient, even. For all that he’d done, all that he wanted, all that he was.
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08 Jul 2024