#like hes someone if i watch too much i get annoyed with. but i think thats just the general editting style tbh
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Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader
Crossposted on AO3
Part 1 >> Part 2 >> Part 3 >> Part 4
Word Count: 5.3k
Summary: You and Simon share a cigarette. He slips up, and shares something more.
18+
CW: smut, not explicit. angst. hurt/comfort. miscommunication. mutual pining. sexual and non sexual intimacy. and guess what, my favorite tag, simon ghost riley is bad at feelings.
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âNeed to rest?â
You doubt he hasnât heard you arrive, even if heâs facing the opposite way. Itâs true, you couldâve gotten rid of at least the Kevlar vest or taken off your bootsâbut being in a safehouse doesnât mean itâs literally safe, and you donât like taking risks. Plus, thereâs no time for getting dressed if thereâs an emergency.
That's why you're sure he's heard you: boots thudding against the floor, the bulletproof vest scraping on the cotton of your uniform, the carabiners hanging from your tac belt, or the gun on your hip that clicks when you walk.
Normally, those sounds are muted; muscles and bulk donât necessarily mean you move like a bull in a china shop. But you know the beast, now dormant, that is sitting on the floor right at your side.
Fucking bat.
He could move exclusively through echolocation, eyes closed shut; who knows? You wouldnât put it past him.
You think you should start spreading the rumour, just to watch people shit their pants even more when he walks past. Itâs already a sight you swear by, the way their faces pale while you stride beside him, dipping your chin to your chest to hide the quiet gigglesâwhy not add some spice to it?
However, your fun thoughts are interrupted by the man himself.
âSâmy turn tonight.â He replies listlessly, eyes locked on the doorâarmoured, triple-bolted, locked handle, and trip wire at the entrance, courtesy of Soap. He wanted to be safe, he said. Sureâbeing in a safehouse doesnât necessarily mean youâre safe, you agree, but Simon always likes to take things to the next level. And Price only feeds that urge, twice as paranoid as your not-so-friendly Ghost.
His watch has started three hours ago, and would you look at that? The door is still there. Closed. Bolted shut. Unexploded. Shocking.
You wonder why the five of you are even bothering with rotations when the place is quite literally a bunker a few feet underground, and if someone were to walk in unannounced, their arse would blow up to bits thanks to Johnnyâs intricate wire trap.
But oh well. Simon is like that, and Price is even worse, so youâll give in to their wishes like Kyle and Johnny did and take it the way it comes.
Then again, sleep isnât apparently in your plans, and four eyes are always better than two, so you plop on the floor next to Simon, legs outstretched in front of you, mimicking his posture.
You nudge his ankle with the tip of your boot, because heâs freakishly tall, and your foot wonât quite reach his. He bends his knee enough to nudge you back.
âI can take over,â you tell him, knocking the back of your head against the wall. âCanât sleep anyway.â
You feel his eyes on you, lingering like the muzzle of a gun to your temple, but itâs just a threatâyou know he wonât shoot. Though hatred is permanently carved in his eyesâsome leftovers of a past lifeâit feels more like a burning weapon poised to pierce your head, one that never quite follows through.
Heâs kinder than he looks.
âNightmares?â
âNo.â
âGo on, then.â Simon says, with a jerky nod of his jaw your way.
âFeel a little restless, I guess.â You reply with a shrug, as if this is your daily routine by now. âNot exactly a comfortable place, this one. Plus, cap snores.â
He snorts. You smile.
âLoud engine, thaâ one.â He comments, returning his eyes to the door.
âYou do too, yâknow? Well, you donât snore much, but,â you gesture with your finger at your mouth, âyou grind your teeth at night.â
âAinât snorinâ, thaâ.â
âStill,â you purse your lips in a cheeky smile, âAnnoyingâthat.â
You watch him give you the side-eye of the century. The blueprint of it. But it lasts a second before he returns his focus to the door, as if afraid it might run away or something.
"No oneâs makinâ ya, yâknow?" he drawls. "Donât have to sleep overâcould always jog on after youâre done.â
After youâre done, he saysâas if itâs a chore.
You hate when he takes ten steps back after heâs taken one forward. One day heâs all up in your business, worrying his mind and his heart, and the next he tells you to go take a hike after youâre done.
It makes your belly churn and melt like heâs pouring acid over itâyouâre in too deep, and you know it. But you're too much of a coward to drag yourself out of the muck of this relationship. Youâd rather sink into its depths and be swallowed whole than face the thought of never seeing him again. Youâve already come to terms with that truthâit doesnât get easier at all, though.
Instead of biting back, you roll your head his way and smile, small and genuine.
âI like sleeping with you.â
His shoulders tighten as if heâs startled by the way you replied so transparently, but he keeps his eyes on the door, giving you nothing else to work with.
âYou donât?â You venture.
No feelings, Sargeâyou can practically hear him say in the silence that hangs tersely between you. Simon will die on that hill; youâre sure of it. Even if sometimes he slips and cares, says words youâd never think to hear from his mouth, fucks you too slowly for it to be considered just sex, itâs just the way it is, the way he says.
You know heâll never leave his shell. Where heâs comfortably lonely, where heâs secure and safe. Whether he cares for you or not, the wallâs too high to climb, too thick to blow.
But the awful person here is not him for behaving the way he does; itâs you for putting your heart through the meat grinder knowing fully well itâll come out like butchered meat.
If you're looking for someone to hate, Simon isn't the one.
âNegative.â He drawls.
You shift uncomfortably next to him, subtly pulling away a few inches from his leg.
But then he adds, âToss anâ turn too much. Hog the covers.â
You stiffen and scowl. âI donât.â
âYou do.â
âWell, you could always yank them back,â you reply, sounding a little too petty for your age.
Simon finally turns his head your way, but now itâs you whoâs glaring holes into the (shockingly) still unmoving door. His eyes linger on your profile for a second too long, and youâre just about ready to bite back with some snarky comment about him taking a picture so itâll last longer when he speaks first.
âDonât have the heart to wake you up.â
You feel something inside you soften and melt. Gingerly, you turn your head his way.
Your eyes lock, and his are creased at the cornersânot with a smile, but with tender attention, as if heâs taking in the details of something worth his time, his concentration.
You plaster on a smile thatâs both embarrassed and pleased, as your cheeks warm over.
A soft huff to blow out the heat gathered right under your skin, and then youâre nudging his shoulder with your hand. He dramatically lolls sideways.
âThat must be the nicest thing youâve ever told me.â
He nudges you back, and you dramatically flop on your side. He snorts.
âDonât get used to it.â He says, and gently curls his fingers around your forearm to lift you up.
Youâre unexpectedly pulled in until youâre tucked in his side. The team is right behind a thin wall, and the knowledge initially turns your body into stiff marble. While their snores signal that your privacy is safe, you donât want to repeat past mistakes. No matter how alluring those memories are.
But stillâyou donât fight Simonâs hold around you; you donât dare.
You trust his judgement and progressively melt into him, nestling your cheek on his chest as he drapes his arm over your shoulders. Nice and comfortable, in spite of how hard it is with all this stupid gear strapped on both of you. The Velcro on one of his front pockets scratches your skin, but the rest of you is so cosy that you donât care. You toss one leg across his, and he doesnât flinch or pull away.
âCanât wait for evac to come get us,â you sigh. âIâd kill for a smoke.â
Simon squeezes your shoulder. You decide to take it as a green light to rest; your eyes flutter closed almost automatically, as if heâs pressed a button the moment he pulled you in. Grateful, you bask in this brief show of careâallowing Simon to take that one step forward, fully knowing heâll just take ten steps back the next chance he gets, because thatâs simply how he is.
He doesnât add anything to your comment, probably registering it as further small talk, and you know he doesnât care for that. He has a sort of internal threshold about how much mindless chatter he can tolerate in one sitting. You're aware of it, and you donât mind, instead taking the quiet moment for what it is: a fragment of peace.
His heartbeat is faint to your ear, too many layers between you and his chest for you to hear it clearly. His thumb swipes softly on the fabric of your uniform. And heâs warm, like a furnace rumbling with rekindled fire. Suddenly, sleeping sounds much less of a hassle and more of a treat.
Simonâs chest rises softly under your cheek. The buzzing of the neon lights overhead turns into pleasant white noise, much like the obnoxiously loud snoring coming from the bedroom behind the wall where you and Simon are leaning.
Itâs only after a few moments that he shiftsâimperceptibly, like the subtle man that he is. But you catch it anyway. Spec Ops and their senses, right?
Yet you trust him, so you donât bother opening your eyes. You count your blessings, and they are few: Simon holding you to his chest while hostiles run rampant right above your heads is at the top of the list right now, and you wonât let it slip.
But thenâa tap on your nose. A featherlight touch of something papery that finely crinkles when it meets your skin. You scrunch your face and force your eyes open to seeâŠ
âŠa cigarette.
You blink yourself awake, though you hadn't fallen deeply enough into sleep for it to be startling.
âFor me?â You ask, craning your neck to look up at him, only to find him already gazing down at you.
âIf youâre polite âbout it.â He replies, tapping the tip of the cigarette on your nose again.
You smile. âPlease?â
He hums approvingly and slots it between your lips. Plucks the Zippo lighter from one of the front pockets of his vest. Swiftly flicks it open.
The flame dances before your eyes, blue hues growing into yellows and oranges. You lean closer, allowing the tip of the cigarette to hover right into it, until the white paper burns dark, until it finally glows red.
The first drag you take feels like a warm hug. Not often do you have the chance to sit back and smoke while on the jobâthe glowing cherry is like a big, fat, neon arrow pointing at your head for eventual snipers. Too dangerous to even try.
But six feet underground (quite literally), inside a windowless, armoured bunker, youâre safe from unwanted scopes and deadly bullets. And your cigarette is your prize right now, so you savour it like you should.
You groan in bliss, smoke leaving your lips in foggy curls.
âLifesaver,â you murmur, returning your head to his chest.
He squeezes your shoulder. âEasy to please.â
You snuggle closer, and he holds you there in comfortable silence. But heâs incredibly tactile tonight: fingers draw mindless circles on your shoulder, while his other hand has found purchase on your thigh, thumb swiping back and forth along the inner seam of your trousers.
Itâs not sexual. You think youâd recognise when Simonâs touch turns into something carnal and covetous. No, now heâs just⊠touching. Sensing. Testing the softness of the meat of your thigh between his fingers, feeling the curve of your shoulder with his pads. It feels like heâs blowing softly at the cinders of a fire thatâs been smothered by the more grievous events of this long operation. It torches your belly; rekindled flames gently lick at your skin, until you feel soft and malleable, warm and weightless.
You smoke peacefully, eyes occasionally fluttering closed. Subtle shivers run through you when his hand travels to your side, right where the bulletproof vest doesnât cover.Â
Three or four drags in, a gloved hand appears before your eyes. He beckons with his fingers.
A breathless chuckle. A fond roll of your eyes. You tap the column of ash off the tip and place the cigarette between them.
Simon uses his thumb to lift the mask off his face until it bunches up on his forehead. You shift enough to sit upright and tilt your head his way.
His cheeks are flushed red, irritated by the continuous rubbing of the balaclava. Slivers of paler skin stretch across his cheekbones and upper lipâknotted scars that have always been there, disrupting the growth of his stubble and the smoothness of his skin. Yet now, after tracing them time and time again, they blend in so seamlessly that you have to focus to even notice them at all. Lost their shock value, they have. Now, theyâre just small pieces of a puzzleâinsignificant in the grand scheme that is Simon.
He brings the cigarette to his lips. His cheeks hollow as he takes a lungful of smoke. It puffs out of his lips a moment later, as he sighs with the same relief you did moments earlier. Just like that, his apparent tranquillity infuses you with the same peace.
âDonât finish it.â You murmur, very aware that if he did, you wouldnât mind.
His mouth twitches, and his pupils swivel down to where youâre nestled in his side. Honey lashes fan his cheekbones, eyelids smeared with black greasepaint that makes the chocolate of his eyes look like the warmest of browns. Dark ripples mottled with gold.
âLearn to share.â He drawls, but contrary to his words, he brings the cigarette to your mouth.
You wrap your lips around the orange filter, brushing briefly with the pads of Simonâs gloved fingers. Another intake of smoke has your shoulders relax, but before you can breathe it out of your system, Simon tilts your chin up with his thumb and leans in dangerously close.
Not that you havenât been this close before, of course. Youâve had him kissing you silly, mouthing at your skin, or drowning between your legs. But to your poor battered heart, every time feels like the first. A blessing, because youâd never trade this feeling for anything in the world. A curse, because itâs a lonely one.
Smoke billows from your parted lips into tendrils that travel upwards and sting your eyes. You donât close them, but your eyelids fall a little heavierâthough you donât blame it on the smoke.
He nudges your nose with his, instructing you to tilt your head back.
You do.
His thumb tugs your chin, gently forcing your mouth to part. Your stomach flips and twists, leaving you dizzy and unsure of which way is which. The flames from before are melting you inside out now, burning liquid pooling at your lower belly. It makes you muscles clench, your thighs squeeze.
Simonâs eyes stay on yours as he brings the cigarette to one corner of his lips. He takes a purposeful drag. The burning paper crackles. The sound is ten times louder to your ears.
Your blood pumps madlyâyou feel it run and collect in the apples of your cheeks, in your head, spinning and spinning, until your thoughts are blurry and disconnected.
The arm coiled around you curves so that he can trace your shoulder, following the outline of your gear, and then his hand settles around the side of your face. He keeps you still, fingers flexed at your jaw and thumb dimpling your cheek. The cold leather of his glove should counterbalance the warmth blooming right under your skin, giving you some sort of comfort, yet itâs such a jarring contrast that it only causes the air to lodge in your throat.
The intensity in his eyes, masked by the usual indolent display, is not lost on you; he makes it impossible, unthinkable, to look away. The air around him is stuffy, almost suffocating, and the haze of the smoke, with its pungent smell, doesnât help. Yet somehow, it makes him look so unbelievably soft, like everything around him is dimmed and unimportant. Like his eyes are all that matters, or the shape of his lips and the slight crook of his nose.
The hand holding the cigarette goes to rest on your thigh. It tenses under his touch, and he squeezes it until it softens right under his palm.
Smoke leaves his lips, then, billowing right into yours. It travels down your tongue, pungent and hot, even richer in taste after itâs been in his mouth, too.
Something tightens in your belly. Makes your head spin further and your hands tremble, as they lie rigidly at your sides. Tension spreads through your body something fierce, muscles coiled in beautiful anticipation, but the lines in your face are smoothed down when Simon brushes his thumb on your cheek.
You inhale. Nicotine travels down your lungs and inflates them with the earthy notes of tobacco, the subtle hint of mint of a gum he mustâve chewed on before, the humidity of his warm breath.
âLike that,â he breathes hoarsely, abandoning the effort of sounding even remotely unaffected.
You blink slowly, exhaling a fleeting cloud of smoke back into his mouth.
âWhat?â You ask, so quietly you canât even hear it over the sound of your own heartbeat.
The cigarette is presented right next to your face, once again. The column of ash at the tip is longer than the portion still available to smoke. As Simon brings it to your lips, you see it crumble onto your trousers in your peripherals. You donât care.
âLearn to share,â he repeats hoarsely. âJust like that.â
And he nudges your lips open by slotting the filter between them. His gaze falls on them like itâs inevitable, like his eyes are metal and your mouth is a magnet.
You take a slow drag, watching his face with hooded eyes. Simon follows raptly the way your cheeks sink, how your lips curl. Heâs lost his subtlety now, more obvious when you notice the heaviness with which his throat bobs.
Gingerly, you raise a hand to hook your fingers at the shoulder straps of his vest, pulling him in. He slowly follows your lead, inching closer once more.
Smoke flows from your mouth to his, a wave of soft grey tendrils that tethers Simon to you. And he breathes it in, breathes you in, closing the gap.
His lips meet yours in a kiss that couldnât be considered one for how faint it is. But his arm, still curled around your shoulders and holding your face steady, tightens just a fraction.
Simon brushes his nose with yours. His head cocks sideways, and he presses his mouth to you again.
You feel like every nerve ending thatâs being touched is set ablaze, synapses overriding in the poor attempt to concoct a thought, a word, a breath. Nothing leaves you, if not a trembling sigh that stings with nicotine.
Simon pulls back. You whine pathetically, and you donât care, as your eyes flutter openâyou hadnât even noticed youâd closed them at all. You trace a path from his lips upwards, studying intently the lines in his face and the way the camo paint hasnât managed to settle in the wrinkles around his eyes, in the furrow between his brows.
Pinched, they are. As if that kiss has worried him more than any bit of sex ever could.
Your heart clenches at the thought. Writhes pitifully, as if it could talk him out of his spiral, bring him back to you, burn his lips to yours until they merge into a single fucking entity thatâs impossible to tell apart.
But he nods softly, then. Your chest unravels, lightens. You nod back.
The cigarette in his hand falls forgotten on the dark concrete floor. His palm lands on your waist, fingers delicately tugging at the bulletproof vest.
His lips find you again. Softly, like heâs testing waters heâs already more than navigatedâconquered, even. Mouths slot perfectly like theyâve been trying to do this thing all this time, all along.
You return his kiss with the same caution, trying to quell that fire ignited in your belly. Soft pecks echo in the quiet room, drowning the sounds of your teammates sleeping just behind the wall, the flicker of the lights overhead. Focusing on Simonâs lips, on his taste, and the slight twitch of his brow pressed to yours.
You busy your other hand by hooking it around one of the front pockets of his vest, where a magazine sits. His chest rises heavily under the press of your palm.
Without ever breaking apart, you shift until youâre on your knees, gaining the rare advantage of height. Simon tilts his head accordingly, resting it back against the wall. Your hands initially settle on his shoulders, then on the slopes of his neck, thumbing gently at each side.
He holds you uncharacteristically tender, a hand on your waist and the other on your thigh, where he pats once, twice, until youâre following silent instructions and end up straddling his lap.
Simonâs kiss never stops, nor does it deepen. He teases your lips with his own, leaving gentle pecks that have your stomach erupt in butterflies, your throat tight and suddenly parched.
You wonder if this is the moment in which he slips one hand under the waistband of your trousers, like he always does. Whether heâll settle on teasing the blooming wetness on your knickers until heâll feel merciful enough to travel past the cotton and plunge his fingers into you. Or if heâll simply skew the gusset of your panties to the side and touch you, formalities set aside.
He does none of that.
Instead, his hand settles at the back of your head, the other one on your waist. You flutter your eyes open, only to find his completely shutâand if Simon Riley dares to look so peaceful, youâll allow yourself that blessing too.
You lose yourself in him, sharing unhurried kisses only framed by the ripping sound of velcro being unstrappedâhis fingers working deftly with your tac vest at your sides. You help him out, lifting your arms so he can take it off.
Simon tosses it behind you. Pulls you back down to him again, with long fingers keeping you still by your nape, while other hungry ones untuck your shirt from your trousers so they can feel your skin. Your stomach ripples when he touches it.
His palm explores, follows the curve of each fold, of each line, tracing a path that warms up under his hand and pitifully freezes when he leaves it unattended. Until the tips of his fingers reach the underline of your bra. You sigh softly in his mouth.
âYes?â He breathes.
âYes.â You reply.
It must make something tick in his brain, because his painfully obvious tent pressing up to you twitches under your weight.
Simon kisses you slowly as he palms at your breast right above the cottoned bra, causing your sex to flutter around nothing, yet not in a way that feels unfulfilling.
He spares no more seconds to hook his fingers around the central seam of your bra, pulling down.
He cups one of your breasts as it spills outâfeeling its weight in his hand, thumbing softly at the nipple until it hardens, until you feel just enough out of breath.
You think you feel him tremble when he leaves your mouth to travel with featherlight kisses down your jaw, nipping right under the bone, where your flesh is plumper. You shiver and tilt your head to give him more room to work with, offering your neck to satiate his appetite.
His kisses are open and wet, but no less patient, as if he thinks he has all the time in the world to savour you until heâs content. He doesnât; you know it, but you canât summon the courage to remind him of where you are, of the possibility of onlookers.
No, because heâs tender, heâs kind, heâs bordering on reverent, as he kisses your neck, as he touches your chest.
His hand follows the indent of your spine, settling at the base of it and toying with the hem of your shirt only to lift it up and brush your skin. Hairs all over your body stand on end. You breathe heavily and slow, steadying yourself with your hands on his shouldersâyour fingernails digging in as if that might help you quiet down.
âYâ taste good," he whispers to your skin.
Your lips twitch in a smile.
âHavenât showered in days,â you reply just as quietly.
He bites into your neck. Your spine arches in brief shock, and he keeps you from falling backwards with his palm at your back.
âAnâ yet,â he drawls, pulling back just to lift those dark eyes at you, âSweet as a peach.â
The softest grin spreads on your lips almost reflexively.
âFlattery will get youââ
âAnywhere,â he interjects, lifting your shirt to expose your chest until the fabric bunches right above your breasts.
You let him, perhaps proving him right. Even so, you cup his cheeks when he eases in closer, leaving open kisses at your sternum. The paint over his eyes transfers to your skin, leaving darkened streaks of sweat and black grease.
You briefly wonder if your neck looks the same, or if thereâs any residue left on your face. If heâs unknowingly marked you in such a spontaneous way, simply because it was meant to happen. The quiver in your chest becomes easier to understand thenâa sense of belonging in the shape of messy grease marks left in Simonâs wake.
He murmurs something you canât quite place, hushed and lost in the haze that has been building in your head, in the thunder of your heartbeat. You hum inquisitively, brushing your hand through his dampened hair.
He repeats himself. You hear him now. You doâquite clearly, actually.
âMissed you,â he says.
The poor thing thatâs your heart cracks fiercely. You wish it were a neat fracture, easier to piece back together, but itâs jagged and dangerously sharp instead.
âYou didnât,â you whisper. Itâs a plea, because there are only so many lies you can take in exchange for a fuck.
His hands connect with each side of your waist, grasping at the flesh to keep you still. He doesnât use that grip to grind your hips to his own, he doesnât use it to relieve the tension of his hardened sex.
He uses them simply because he can. Because he wants to. Wants to feel you, touch you, sense where you are, while his lips explore somewhere else, where your flesh is softer and plumper, more sensitive.
âI did.â He insists breathlessly, careful not to raise his voice. âFuckâIÂ did.â
You push at his shoulders, but he doesnât let up.
âYou didnât,â you repeat through gritted teeth. Tears build in your eyes much too rapidly, fuelled by the frantic beat of your heart.
He latches on to your nipple. You choke on a whine as he tugs at it softly, grasping it between his front teeth. His arms come to hold you entirely, wrapped like vines around your middle. Slowly, you surrender, ceasing your futile attempts to push him away.Â
But you cry. The sting in your eyes finally finds relief as you allow fat tears to roll down your cheeks. Simon doesnât look up at you, maybe because your sorrow translates into his guilt. However, he stops tasting you with a weary sigh, gently resting his forehead on your chest as he holds you steady.
âI did,â he croaks. "IÂ do."
You hold him too, encircling your arms around his head and resting your cheek on top of it. His hands go from still to hesitating until he is the one who gives in, this time, and brushes them soothingly down your back.
You stay like that for what feels like hours, but judging by the lack of movements from your teammates behind that thin wall, itâs probably been only a handful of minutes. Regardless, Simon holds you through all of it. Until he feels the soft stutters in your chest quell, the sniffles abate.
Only then does he lift his head. Only then does he cup your face in his hands. Thumbs brushing your cheekbones, collecting dried-up tears. They glide on smoothly, which makes you think that maybe his greasepaint has transferred onto your skin there as well.
It shouldnât, but your heart flips at the thought anyway.
âI'm not a good man, love.â He murmurs, eyes dark and unusually sad. âBut I'm no liar.â
The earnestness in his voice almost makes you choke up again.Â
You swallow it down. Inhale.
Recollect yourself. Exhale. Lean your cheek in his hand.
Your eyes are downcast, staring at the dark streaks of camo paint fading and blending on your chest.
âI know,â you croak, unsure but wanting to believe him. Almost needing to.
Simonâs hand leaves your cheek. Itâs so much colder now that the air brushes your damp skin, but the ice sublimates suddenly when he taps your chin.
You lift your head and lock his eyes. They shine with something unshed, perhaps tears, perhaps words he canât place, ones he canât say.
âNo lies.â He subtly shakes his head. âNot to ya, ya hear?â
You nod softly. âNo lies.â
"Missed ya," he says again, his voice cracking in a way that makes you think this is harder on him than it is on you. "You gotta understand that. There ainât a day goes by that I donât."
You swallow thickly. Throat dry, tongue stuck to your palate. Eyes fixed on him, once again unthinkable to look away, but for different reasons entirely. Perhaps this is more than one step forward; perhaps this is a whole new path from which he canât backpedal. You donât raise your expectations, you donât dareâbut hope is as much of a bastard as it is beautiful, and it flickers back to life.
âOkay,â you reply, not feeling like you can say it back, not feeling like it could stand in front of the way heâs said itâso viscerally that it ripped at your heart.
He kisses you again, soft like before. His hands return your bra to its place, your shirt down to your hips.
You kiss for a moment more, saying everything your voices canât, as touch returns to be the only language you both understand.
He helps you off his lap. No more words are exchanged as he dresses you upâtucking the shirt back in your pants, putting the vest around you again, making sure it fits just right when he tightens the straps at your waist.
Wordlessly, Simon invites you back to where it all started, that night. Next to him, with his arm around your shoulders, your leg across his own, and your head on his chest. His eyes on the door, focused. His watch is not over yet.
You fall asleep, coaxed by the soft brushes of his hand on your shoulder, the rise of his chest each time he breathes.
Your hand in his own, his paint on your cheek.
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ïč„ johnny is the loudest, most shameless fan in the crowd, whistling and cheering without a hint of restraint.
ïč„ when you glance his way mid-performance, he gives you a cheeky wink thatâs more charming than annoying.
ïč„ after your first show, heâs waiting backstage with an absurdly large bouquet of flowers and a grin that could light up a room.
ïč„ he shows up to every performance after that, leaving little notes and even bringing snacks to win over your crew just to have an excuse to be around.
ïč„ when youâre stressed, johnny knows exactly how to pull you out of your funk, whether itâs cracking the worst jokes you have ever heard or reminding you why youâre amazing.
ïč„ his energy is infectious, and while heâs a goof most of the time, his loyalty and admiration for you run deep.
ïč„ kyle notices you for your confidence onstage, but itâs the person you are offstage that truly hooks him.
ïč„ his first interaction with you is understatedâa warm smile and a thoughtful question about your routine that catches you off guard with its sincerity.
ïč„ he doesnât overwhelm you with attention but instead takes the time to understand your world, asking about your inspirations and the work behind each performance.
ïč„ kyleâs gestures are small but meaningful: bringing you tea (or coffee, if you prefer. either way, it's just right.) during long rehearsals, sharing playlists he made just for you, or songs he think you should dance to (in private, though it's too soon to admit he wants that)
ïč„ heâs the steady presence in your life, always knowing when to step in and when to give you space.
ïč„ watching your shows, his pride is quiet but palpable, his gaze full of admiration that makes your heart race. when he sees you nail a move you were struggling with at rehearsals, he knows to reward you later.
ïč„ john isnât the type to fall easily, but something about you draws him inâyour grace, your confidence, your unapologetic authenticity.
ïč„ he doesnât approach you immediately, choosing instead to observe, waiting for the right moment to move on you.
ïč„ when he finally does, his words are simple yet deliberate: âyouâve got a way of commanding a room.â thereâs a weight to them that makes you realize he sees you.
ïč„ john is the one who steps in when things get chaotic, offering calm solutions and unwavering support. a strong hand to guide you.
ïč„ heâs protective without being overbearing, ensuring youâre taken care of without trying to control your life.
ïč„ his affection reveals itself in quiet momentsâholding your hand late at night, his voice low and rough against your ear as he confesses how much you mean to him.
ïč„ together, the four of them create a healthy mix of support and chaos that makes your world feel complete.
ïč„ simon ensures you always have a safe place to land, offering strength and stability.
ïč„ johnny is the light that chases away any shadows, making you laugh even when you think you canât.
ïč„ kyle notices the little things, ensuring youâre always cared for in ways that matter most.
ïč„ john is the anchor, grounding you with his steady presence and unwavering reliability.
ïč„ they tease each other constantlyâjohnny and kyle competing to cheer the loudest at your shows while simon mutters about âbloody foolsâ in the corner, john's too lost in the way your hips move to care about any of their rambling.
when the spotlight fades and itâs just the five of you, you feel surrounded by a warmth that makes you realize youâve found your permanent homeâin their arms, in their hearts.
mlist | @honestlymassivetrash
#simon ghost riley#call of duty#cod men#cod#johnny soap mactavish#kyle gaz garrick#john price#ghost cod#soap cod#tf 141 x reader#poly!141#poly 141#task force 141#cod 141#gaz call of duty#soap call of duty#ghost call of duty#john price x reader#ang3lc#angelsthots#soap and angel sitting in a tree
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YOU BACK :D!
Hopeless in love Ace and Deuce, but both are in love with MC. I can already imagine the disaster that would be.
wait isnât this what the game is about??
Hopeless!Adeuce is insufferable with their crushes- but the thing is Ace knows Deuce likes you (and vice versa) but neither of them are aware of their OWN feelings,, theyâre much too preoccupied with the icky sensation of seeing you with someone else, (100x worse if itâs not either of them) itâs excused that heâs feeling that way because he covets your friendship and doesnât want to lose you. But when they do realize their feelings thatâs when it gets real.
Hopeless!Deuce loves you loyally. He wants a life with you after he achieves his goals, and definitely thinks youâd suit a neat suburban life (maybe with a couple kids?). But heâs way too scared to admit it :( whatâs he supposed to do if you reject him? All the class time heâs spent thinking about you would be wasted!!
Hopeless!Deuce thinks Ace is a total sleaze. Sure they might be friends (maybe), but that doesnât mean he deserves to have you! Deuce would much rather protect your peace than lose to Ace, and itâs only a little awkward when Deuce shows up at your dorm even though Ace insists on hanging out alone. Deuce is only second to Grim when blocking your love life, and neither of them are very good at it <3
Hopeless!Ace doesnât even chance thinking of life after school. Whyâd he trash brain power on something that cheesey when heâs just looking for a little fun? He may want you to watch his games and give him good luck kisses, but itâs not like he LOVES you. Maybe just.. advanced liking.
Hopeless!Ace gets downright devious with how he sabotages Deuce, to the point that nothing is off the table anymore. From hiding important assignments to turning off his alarm- heâs evil about it, and so annoying. Thatâs what tips Deuce off that he has competition.
Hopeless!Adeuce canât do anything right without their favourite prefect, so show them how itâs done! Alternatively, you do have pick of the litter and some of the other freshmenâll cause less headache.. Please let them show you the âloveable scampâ is worth sticking around for!
#twst yuu#twst x reader#yuu twisted wonderland#twst#disney twst#disney twisted wonderland#twst wonderland#deuce spade x reader#deuce twisted wonderland#deuce x reader#deuce spade#deuce spade x yuu#ace trapolla x yuu#ace twst#ace trapolla x reader#ace trappola x reader#aceyuu#ace trappola#adeuce#twst deuce#twisted wonderland deuce#twst ace
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Could you please write (maybe yandere if you want please) Tengen & his wives x gn or fem where the reader has been disobeying the rules they have given her and she gets annoyed/anger at how overprotective they are of her so she starts flirting with another hashira as a way to piss them off only for Makio to drag her away and bassist throw her over her shoulder as she takes her home to get punished (smut please if not itâs okay whatever ur comfortable with)
PLEASE WRITE THIS PRETTY PLEASE ILL GIVE U A KISS MUAHHHH
âàŒșđ©đčđȘàŒ»â âàŒșđ©đčđȘàŒ»â âàŒșđ©đčđȘàŒ»â
This fanfic contains- possessive thoughts and actions, overwhelming/overbearing behaviors, jealous, flirting with someone else, and implied smut at the end(itâs lazily written.)
The night was warm, the faint sound of crickets chirping in the distance, as the Hashira gathered at the Demon Slayer headquarters after a long day of training and missions. Among them, you had been particularly fidgety. Ever since Tengen and his wives had set a few rules for your safety and well-being, youâd been getting more and more frustrated by their overbearing behavior.
Tengen, with his large, looming presence, always keeping an eye on you, almost like you were some fragile porcelain doll. His wives, too, were no betterâMakio, the most assertive, would catch you whenever you tried to wander off alone, while Suma would fuss over every small detail, even offering to fetch your water every few minutes. And Hinatsuru, though quiet, always seemed to know when you were upset, her eyes following your every move like a hawk.
Tonight, though? You had enough.
âI donât need them hovering over me like Iâm incapable of making my own decisions,â you muttered under your breath, fingers drumming against the table as you watched the other Hashira converse. Tengen and his wives were too distracted to notice, but you saw your chance to get a little bit of freedomâor rather, to show them how it felt to be smothered by their constant vigilance.
You glanced over at one of the other Hashira, a man youâd often sparred with but never really paid attention to in that way before. Shinobu had walked off with a few others, and there was a moment of peace in the otherwise busy room.
With a mischievous smirk, you stood and made your way toward the quietest corner of the room where a lone Hashiraâwho was standing, seemingly lost in his thoughts.
"Hey," you said sweetly, stepping closer, feeling a flicker of satisfaction at the attention you were beginning to garner from him.
He was startled at first, blinked up at you. âOh, hey there, Y/N. Whatâs going on?â His voice was soft, calm, but there was something in his eyes that flickered with curiosity. The slight tension in his posture was a good sign.
"Nothing much," you purred, stepping a little closer. âJust thought Iâd come say hi. Youâve been looking strong lately. I think I could learn a lot from youâŠâ You let the words linger, just enough to make him uncomfortableâbut also intrigued.
As you continued to flirt, you caught the first signs of movement behind you. The flicker of colorful fabric, a flash of black hair. It was Hinatsuru, her eyes narrowing as she stared at you. She was walking toward you, but you didnât care. If anything, this was only making it more fun.
âWhat do you think youâre doing?â Hinatsuruâs voice was dangerously calm. You turned to face her, but before you could even answer, there was a forceful tug on your arm.
"Hey, what the hell are you doing?â Makio snapped, her usually cool demeanor replaced with something sharp, almost predatory. âYouâve been disobeying the rules all day. Getting too close to another Hashira? You really think thatâs going to fly?â
You couldnât suppress the giggle that bubbled up from your chest. âMaybe I like him more than I like being treated like a child.â You folded your arms over your chest, giving Makio a pointed look.
At that, Tengenâs deep voice boomed from across the room. "I donât like this," he growled, his eyes locking onto you with a possessive heat that made the room seem smaller. His tall figure cut through the crowd as he made his way toward you, his wives in tow.
âYou know the rules,â he said, each word dripping with warning. His gaze softened just a fraction when it landed on you, though the possessiveness was undeniable. "You need to stop testing us, Y/N. We only want what's best for you. You donât need to make this harder than it is."
âMaybe I do,â you replied, shrugging nonchalantly. âMaybe I just want to see how far I can push it.â You dared to glance at the lone Hashira one last time, watching as he nervously fidgeted, unsure of how to react to the situation.
Before Tengen could say another word, Makio had you by the arm again, this time more forcefully. âYouâve crossed the line, Y/N. Flirting with a low life like that? Youâre mineâours.â Her voice was laced with that familiar edge, possessive and unforgiving.
âEnough,â Tengen ordered, his voice like thunder. He then nodded toward Makio, who wasted no time in grabbing you firmly by the waist and lifting you off your feet.
âW-What?â you started, suddenly realizing that this situation was escalating in a way you didnât expect. "Makio, put me down!" You struggled, but it was no use. The womanâs strength was undeniable, and soon, you found yourself draped over her shoulder like a ragdoll, your attempts to protest falling on deaf ears.
âLetâs get you home, sweetheart,â she murmured softly, though the undertone was pure danger. âYouâve been naughty tonight. You need to be reminded of your place.â
The others, including Tengen and Hinatsuru, followed closely behind, their eyes never leaving you, watching your every move as if you were a puzzle they needed to solve.
You huffed in frustration, cheeks flushed with the suddenness of it all. The flirty edge you had tried to provoke them with now felt like a distant memory. The way they hovered over you nowâprotective, possessive, and almost intimidatingâmade you feel smaller than ever.
As Makio began to walk toward your shared home with Tengen, she gave you a pointed glance. "Youâre going to learn not to mess with us. We donât share, Y/N." Her tone was low, almost intimate.
Despite yourself, a part of you couldnât help but shiver in anticipation. You had been testing your limits all night, and now, it was time to face the consequencesâintimate, personal, and deeply possessive.
Tengenâs voice rang out behind you, low and dangerous. "This is for your own good. We love you too much to let you get away with this."
Now being in private with your lovers the mood soon turned into something more passionate. Tengenâs hand roamed around your body, seemingly to take in your body shape.
Makio softly kissed your neck, nibbling and bitting every second she got as she tugged on your waist. Suma was on your right, rubbing herself desperately onto you. Her head laid low as she whimpered out loud for pleasure. Hinatsuru smiled at the view she was seeing. And leaned towards you kissing your soft lips.
You were in for a long intimate session with your overbearing lovers.
âàŒșđ©đčđȘàŒ»â âàŒșđ©đčđȘàŒ»â âàŒșđ©đčđȘàŒ»â
This sucks ass because I was running out of what to write. I hope itâs to your liking tho..
#gothicxreylover#gender neutral reader#yandere x reader#tengen x y/n#tengen uzui wives#tengen smut#makio uzui#kny makio#makio x reader#yandere demon slayer#demon slayer x you#demon slayer tengen#demon slayer smut#demon slayer x reader#suma uzui#hinatsuru uzui#hinatsuru x reader#kny hinatsuru
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i love think tank honestly i think he would have been better than a one-episode arch like his design? first of all is so fun. love his hover chair! love having another huge-head character (i wonder if billy knows of him at all). he such an emotive guy
he seems to really love teaching his non-interested students, and it's honestly very sweet imo how he reaches out to dean and suggests he avoid the tower during the time of his father's arch, and i mean you could interpret it as him saving his own reputation, but i think it's because he doesn't wish for dean to be harmed. and its funny and genuine to me the way he says to dean the essay is shit but he is one of the best students of the semester. ik when i went from home school to real school i struggled hard at first with writing papers, so i wonder if dean is the same like he's enjoying the class and is kind of grasping the concepts but he is plagiarizing by accident and has lots of run-on sentences (like this one). but it's sweet that nidaba still calls dean "one of the brightest" (even if you interpret this to be buttering up which i do not)
and he seems to be a moriarty without a sherlock from this little scene where he deducts dean's home life from different clues. i like that he says "i interpret the data" because that's much less wishy-washy then bbc sherlock. he's so handsome here genuinely
and his nietzsche quote "all great things must first wear terrifying and monstrous masks in order to inscribe themselves on the hearts of humanity." honestly is so relavent to the show and the way he is so exasperated no one knew that. professor dr. nidaba, i swear you just need a tumblr girlie in your class.
the tank just goes up? the wall?
imminent doom detected
i love how he gestures with the tank...nozzle(?) like the machine is really an adapted living device. and literally he has this awesome killer entrance to set up some chess like he literally just wants a nice game night
i feel so bad for him look
sweetheart đ his whole plan for the evening just got blown up like that wall. i feel so bad for him his little "who are you calling" like he's gotten in trouble đđđ
but brock will play!!!! he's so excited now
and he can create a force field??? thats literally so cool. this scene with brocks arm is so funny like brock is acting a little unhinged but think tank is literally so bewildered
and who else got flirty undertones from this
and this was such a great scene him getting shot out the window while rusty's getting scammed by watch&ward. and then when warriana called think tank a "pompous son of a gorgon" a) love the insult b) their previous fights mustve been so funny think tank would use a lot of greek myth references and warriana would be like SHUT UPPPP *kicks him across the street*
look brock had so much fun with this fight and nidaba, while annoyed by warriana busting in, i think enjoyed it too! also i like this pic of him with just the undersuit.
i feel so bad for him he literally got his night fucked up by rusty's annoying silly ass and then got beat up by someone not even supposed to be there and now he's just trying to hail a cab bc his tank got trashed and then he gets WRECKED by a VAN. and what's this? stars n garters literally singing at nidaba's bedside?????
i loved this scene so much its so silly and off-beat, i love knowing that think tank's colleague/arch-rival cares enough about him to lug a guitar down to the hospital while nidaba's unconscious. WHY COULDNT WE HAVE HAD THINK TANK IN COMA TOWN?!
anyways thats about it :^) i just think it's a shame hammer&publick didn't develop or bring back think tank he's such a great and underrated character. also he doesn't even have a first name like wtf!!! i'm naming him dr. nathan (not nate!) nidaba
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Heyyyy, what do you think the seraphim WHB were like as children?? Have they always had hostility towards each other? ..maybe you have some headcanons about this? :D
Seraphim childhood
Hey Anon! I'm sorry this took so long but I hope you enjoy this. đ
Warning: could be ooc, slight angst, could be some misspellings, few mentions of Lucifer before he fell
I donât think they were particularly hostile to each other when they were younger, it was more of a sibling rivalry between them, and from an outsider's perspective their relationship with each other seemed perfectly fine, it isnât like they would try to kill each other one day! Haha⊠(how they were so wrong)
In front of god, they acted like 3 perfect little angels that could do no harm or wrong. Luci tho, knew that they werenât perfect and it was only when god wasnât looking, sometimes he would watch them have little arguments over the tiniest of things and he couldnât lie that he found it adorable in an odd way. There was much more beyond their imagination, so much they had yet to see with their own eyes, and yet⊠they were fighting over which fruit would win if they were sentient and could fight. (Every time Luci eats any fruit, he thinks of that argument.)
â for each of them individually tho
Before there were 4 seraphim, it was only Michael and Lucifer. Michael spent most of his time with him, as he was like a second parent when God was attending to other matters. The amount of respect and love for his older brother was unexplainable in words; all of his knowledge came from Lucifer, and heâd use it all he knew to hopefully impress him.
When his two younger brothers were created, Michael just looked so confused at his reaction to the news. A new brother? And two of them? Why? Isnât he and Lucifer enough? Isnât he enough? Whatâs so special about these two? After a bit of resharing and some quality time spent together, he gradually got used to it. (Wasnât always happy about it tho⊠(·âąá·âàĄâąá·
) )
On a lighter note, Micha trying to take care of a young Raphael and Gabriel is funny to me. Consistently having to keep an eye on Raphael because once he took his eye off of him, suddenly Raphael was trying to eat dirt; a cake-shaped dirt cake. Creative? Yes. Healthy? Hell no.
Gabriel on the other hand was cleaner but is the most annoying piece of shit little brother ever. Like it was on sight the moment they made eye contact with each other, these two would do anything to outdo each other, a truly extreme brother rivalry.
â now for the middle
Raphael has always been an odd case. He was quiet as a child but got into the most trouble. Sometimes it seems like heâs looking for someone, and he was, he missed God, and he wanted to be with his father. Whenever he did find him, Raphael would latch onto his leg, hugging him dearly but it didn't seem like God would fully reciprocate that affection.
God would just sigh and murmur to himself on how Raphael escaped again and why no one was properly watching him. It always ends with God picking him up and carrying him all the back, it was like a kid pretending to be asleep so their parent would carry them to bed.
His relationship with his brother is very indifferent, while Gabriel and Raphael have a very obvious hatred toward each other, with Raphael it is more of an annoyance but tolerable. When Raphael was younger, he was a light teaser from here and there, cracking a few jokes on how Michael is such a perfectionist taking so many hours to get dressed, or Gabriel is such a suck-up to God to the point it's embarrassing to watch.
Just middle brother things <3
â and last but not least, the youngest
Gabriel, Gabriel, Gabriel. The one that his brothers would consider a âtattletale,â âbrat,â and anything else under the sun. The way this child could flip a switch too quickly depending on who is in the room is laughable.
He wasnât God's favorite, but he was the one who got God's attention whenever he wanted, which was 24/7. It wasnât all bad, God did enjoy it when Gabriel would get curious about something and ask him about his creation. They would sit down as God rambled and Gabriel happily listened.
This ends with⊠Gabriel "slightly" bragging, but in a specific way. It is common knowledge among the brothers that Gabriel likes to do a prayer before he sleeps, and sometimes these prayers have a twist in the way he words them. They start normally like usual with thanking god and praising him but then you notice him going âThank you for trusting me the mostâ or âloving my singing the mostâ etc.
Michael hits him with a pillow or tries to suffocate him, whatever shuts him up quicker. Raphael is already asleep so he never notices this. (Gabriel stopped this behavior when he got older.)
#whb#what in hell is bad#what in âhellâ is bad?#whb gabriel#whb michael#whb raphael#whb headcanon#whb headcanons#whb angels
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Hello, what is your opinion about Adam, Lute and Heaven in general (in terms of writing)?
I have been following your posts for the last week and would like to know your opinion on this topic (if it is not too much trouble).
Adam (in terms of writing): As much as I enjoy his presence, the man is a terrible villain and is way too similar to other characters like Angel Dust, Valentino, Vox, Velvette, and Alastor in terms of personality. He swears a lot, acts smug, sex jokes, egotistical, sarcastic, and acts like a man-child.
The worst part about Adam is that he has so much potential and you can do so much for him especially the way Vivziepop wrote him along with Adamâs connections to Eden, Charlie, Lilith, Eve, and Lucifer. He couldâve been an all righteous person who preaches the Bible and Word of the Lord. Adam couldâve also been this nice, chill guy but actually masks his true unhinged personality, leading Charlie and everyone on.
But sadly, Adam is cursed with the written by âVivziepop memeâąïžâ I wish Adam was more calculating and subtle about his intentions. Because straight out of episode 1, Vivziepop doesnât even try to write a subtle villian. Itâs annoyingly and painfully in your face that Adam is the villian/antagonist Charlie and Hazbin squad has to face first.
Adam doesnât have a proper motivation regarding the extermination that the audience can at least understand. Heâs like extermination equals entertainment. And itâs like thatâs it? You do this for fun? Out and in context, Adam looks like a sadist. Thatâs like the equivalent of him saying I like kicking puppies for fun.
Adam easily couldâve had a much better motivation for why he does exterminations. For example: Adam does exterminations because of what happened in Eden. Lucifer ruined his eternal paradise and both of his relationships with Lilith and Eve. Or as another potential motivation for exterminations, it can involve Cain. Adam witnessing Cainâs punishment and believes it was Lucifer who did it, so he wants to make Lucifer suffer by killing his people permanently.
It also doesnât help how dumbed Adam is. His way of thinking is also black and white despite me agreeing with him. I love the man and he has so much unlimited potential that is untapped.
Lute (in terms of writing): I like Lute, she also has major potential. Vivziepop can easily do a parallel between Vaggie and Lute. But, overall Lute is basically the heaven version of Vaggie and Millie. Their whole goal and personality orbits around the person they are close too. Donât get me wrong, it could be an amazing and interesting story arc if Vivziepop wants to do that but I doubt she will do it.
And, it is sad to watch sometimes because I want to see them do something else that doesnât involve orbiting the person they are closest to and being their bootlickers 96% of the time. Season 1, Lute is just there and I get the feeling she most likely be a static character.
Heaven (in terms of writing): I donât like what Vivziepop did with Heaven. She dumbed down them and itâs annoying especially if you are Catholic or Christian.
What do you mean Heaven doesnât know their own rules or what gets a soul to Heaven. Thatâs not morally gray, you are just making Hell look ten times better than Heaven. Even worse, Heaven has a good argument to counter against Charlie of why they do exterminations yearly and not to allow sinners in Heaven.
Hell is full of rapists, pedophiles, groomers, etc. Someone is Hell can easily fake their progress to get into Heaven. The fact that seraphim(s) more specifically Emily is calling sinners innocent is crazy. Does the Ten Commandments and the beatitudes not exist? Because they would be amazing rules for Heaven! Vivziepop doesnât even have to chose one specifically, she can easily combine the Ten Commandments and Beatitudes together as an official rule for Heaven. Then can use the Seven Heavenly Virtues as respected higher ups in Heaven.
The fact that Heaven doesnât have any hard days is weird in my opinion. You would think Heaven would be a nice community where they work hard and spread love too.
Oh wait, this is the same person who wrote this in her spin off show.
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do love how this is an asoiaf blog but i did not put either show in my top 10 this is the world we live in
#the only season that really compares to the book is season 1.#the rest even when theyâre engaging have changed something that feels so central to the hook that iâm mad aksjd.#getting on my soap box#if iwtv s3 is good it may knock someone out. probably qaf.#bsg is p high up there i just think season 4 really suffered on pacing & the suspicious nature of who dies annoyed me.#veep is also very high up there tbh i need to rewatch it. the thing is. as we know. i am a romantic at heart and amy & jonah have my favorit#sitcom relationship. veep has genuinely one of the best finales to ever exist but iâm a sap.#and amy coming back to tell jonah that he made her realize she doesnât actually have to expect the worst from life. oh my god.#also superstore >>> parks & rec >>> the office bc superstore never romanticized the hell of their job#amy quitting her corporate job when she realized she would never be able to make the changes she wanted within the system she was always#going to compromise too much and wind up like jeff. glenn reopening his dadâs hardware shop & specifically who goes w him & who stays w gina#at the store? it has what the other two lack which is characters that feel like they keep existing after you stop watching#BECAUSE the way they interacted with the world was so real and so much more realistic. amy canât fix the system but she can find a job that#she doesnât feel is so soul sucking. glenn may be choosing a harder path by reopening the hardware store but itâs the one that makes him#most fulfilled. gina just gets to make money and be bossy w people who do what theyâre told. that rings so true to me.#i almost out bojack horseman in here too actually but once again i think the last season just needed to be a tad longer just like bsg.#also same issue w pitch as w bly manor - itâs an amazingly written season of tv but itâs ONE season of tv#big brother as always outsells yes i am hoping to tempt some of u into watching by posting dan & ian in the dog costume#i have that gif and the âsitâ scene saved on my phone always
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the last few years have been a nice detour* but i think it's time to get back to being cringe
*: not that i wasn't cringe recently just that i need to crank it up and lose followers also
#as in become shameless and earnest as soon as possible#and i've been thinking about this recently with the release of clancy and with me going cuckoo and with me having watched an interview wher#tyler said something after being asked about negative responses (this was after the mtv movie awards i think).. what he said is he doesn't#understand how anyone could listen to a song that someone honestly wrote and say it's bad. and it hit me in that momentâ the contrastâ#like when i come across a man who loves animals. becauseâ i grew up with a man aroundâ always aroundâ who criticizes everything incessantly#everything. all the time. and doesn't know what it's like to love an animal and take care of it btw. he judges everything and never#makes anything. so maybe that's why i liked them so muchâ as individuals but as musicians too. and tyler as a songwriter. and let's say it.#let's say it. and the clique. and before that i liked vocaloid and etc etc i've been thinking that to me there is a real appeal to things#that many would describe as weird or unconventional or annoying.. i will find the beauty and the authenticity at the heart of it (if there#is some) and i may even cherish it.#and i like soft things too. i like disgust and fear and being shaken up by art and it's been a huge turning point to recognize all that#but god do i need a different dimensions sometimes. like let's be on a different axis let's move sideways#+ let me like something just because#that's what i mean by cringe ig! i am who i am and sometimes i find new ways to be uncool or get back to the old ways#and it's fine#kata.txt
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I actually realized i hate work. Won't be putting any effort into this anymore âĄ
#sure whatever#it's funny because when i applied there i really really wanted this job#and it had nothing to do with that one person i got a little overly attached to#and when i started working there it was fine but i think really the only reason i liked it was because of that colleague#and now he's gone there's only annoying things left#also maybe i got too cuddled by him because he's always had my back until now#but i have to try to get things from the design team now and they just straight up ignore me lmao#like. my colleague asked me last week if i could ask them to edit some images which i did and they ignored me for 2 days#then HE sent them a follow up message and surprise surprise the images were there within 30 minutes#now again. he asked me to request some images and then built them into the journal#i request them. i hear nothing back. i send a follow up saying it's kinda important. i get nothing#oh well sorry man. guess you'll have to do that yourself after all (:#(i think it's really nice he's trying to give me so much more responsibility and all but if he's not there to back me up#it's literally not working because Everyone Is Ignoring Me :)))#also two weeks from now I'll be alone in our office because my other colleague who's in the same office as us#has announced she's gonna go share the office with someone else because she's gonna be alone otherwise#lol thanks#also some other shit someone posted in the group chat today which really pissed me off#AND the fact i got ignored AGAIN when i asked for work :) like bitches. i literally just watched netflix on my private laptop#while wiggling the mouse on my work laptop until i got off lmao#i won't go to the office tomorrow either#i was gonna go but i can't do shit there if i get ignored again#at least at home i can do whatever i want when they decide i should just get money for wasting my time âĄ#i might actually just not work tomorrow#I'll probably log in just to see if there's any updates on the images situation but if not I'll fuck right off#fun times#(also maybe just maybe I'm generally a little negative these days. that may play into it. I'm sensing that sweet summertime blues âĄ#((who cares if it's because of my father's death or because of my colleague's going away or because of general existential despair due to#university.... i'm just annoyed) )#void screams
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i am surw we've said this before but hannibal would absolutely kill me for food crimes and that's hilarious. love that 4 me
#pk;m half lightđŽ#I DO MEAN OUR FICTIVE BTW LMFAO but like. canon hannibal would too#along w other reasons probably. idk. ACTUALLY. actually.#. Would he have reasons to kill Harry? Like genuine question.#Cuz to kill me he'd have to kill Harry. uhhhh. And afaik he wouldn't kill him on account of ACAB. soooo??#Like Harry's fine with cannibalism canonically? He consciously v much awarely committed such. Like I think#if Hannibal showed up & was like Let me treat you to dinner :) and ir was some extravagant 5 star meal but it was also PEOPLE#Harry would not give a shit! Food is food!!#If anything he might get killed because he's like. Terrifying when drunk lmao??? OH Y'KNOW. Y'KNOW WHAT.#DOESN'T HANNIBAL GO AFTER PEOPLE WHO HURT OTHERS FOR NO REASON. Yeah he.#Yeah Harry's getting turned into an art project for fucking up that one guy's kneecaps that one time. at Least.#. ANYWAYS! I forgot what i was talking about.#Hi! We haven't been able to take our adhd meds in about 4 days! HWHDND#ACTUALLY WAIT. ok so we haven't watched the show in years btw. But also maybe he'd just keep Harry around to like. manipulate#BUT HARRY COULD JUST CAN OPEN HIM AND BE ANNOYING LMAO like. someone's dying at the end of the day#JDKSDMFJFJ
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On one hand god I wish this cone made it easier to post the VODs without losing half of them
On the other I'm just glad he gave the okay
#someone else i sometimes watch went off about how he does NOT want his vods posted afterwards once they're off twitch they're gone#and i think about that every time i get too annoyed i have to put Effort into making these vods watchable.#im very invested in the vods staying around as much as possible. i like them.#i also know that if i got into twrp now and there were 5 years of vods that were just nowhere i'd be So Upset
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i was going to say that stanz releasing this video as im making my way through nl's ultimate chicken horse series is a crazy coincidence. but thats actually a lie bc ive been on my nl arc all fkn year
#astro watches#stanz#nl#tbf i had kinda taken a backseat in the last few months. just watching every couple of new library videos#feeling myself out as a more of an actual regular fan#but i got reccomended a video and wa slike... well this series coudl be a nice thing to watch#and then i remerb that i used to watch other ppl (pause. justin etc) and its always easier for me to get into stuff when i already know it#and its dumbdog also !! every couple of months i get reobsessed with dumbdog. and tbh i love him. but i also love him as not the main pov#like hes my absolute favourite side character lol (his plushie is sitting next to me while i say this)#anyways. this is a fun vifeo to just sit downa dn watch though. i love ppl lovign things#also hearing librarians voice ???? fun !!#and i do forget that i actually do enjoy stanz. i feel like i just forget abt hima lot#like hes someone if i watch too much i get annoyed with. but i think thats just the general editting style tbh#i do enjoy his peronslity. and like the vibes. theyre chill#also when i say all year i rly mean like since decemenber last year#like i remember it being christmas last year and being depressed as shit adn the only thing#that brough tme any kind of joy or caring abt the world was watchign nl play cine2nerdle.#and that was my first genuine into to him. id seen him on occasion on dumbdogs chanel#but hadnt paid attention#anyways. thats all folks#its been a second since ive done a long rambly tag like this. hope we all had fun lmfao
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idc if ppl think im problematic i just want it to be for the actual real reasons i am
#like... im kinda aggressive and might attack if provoked... i intentionally exude a threatening presence and personality to#scare ppl away but also bc i will actually try to fuck you up if you fuck with me too much. i also struggle with not knowing#how to handle my cat yelling besides yelling at him which reinforces him but it doesnt matter bc he does it anyways even#if i stubbornly ignore him so idfk what to do i think he just think thats the normal way to talk atp and it driveS ME INSANE BECAUSE#HE IS MOEWS ARE SO LOUD AND SOUND LIKE A FUCKING BABY CRYING WHICH TRIGGERS A PRIMAL PARENTAL THING IN#ME AND HES MANIPULATING THAT TO GET MY ATTENTION FOR SHIT HE DOESNT NEED HHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH#LIke. im problematic in some ways. no im not as problematic as you might think but like. i still recognize i got a lot of shit to work on#over here yaknow. its shit i think about all the time and keep trying to figure out what i can do about.#which is also why i dont need ppl riding on my ass about shit that i already know better about#i honestly think yall think me being inflammatory online makes me a bad person... idk. and i dont really think im all that controversial#or inflammatory in what i say but anyone being that in any capacity in your opinion makes them Bad for some reason?? idrk.#im trying to figure it out. like you either just have to believe any lie someone tells about me or you just hate how annoying i am to you#on the internet. something you can easily avoid by blocking me.#also the things i say online... dont necessarily directly translate to offline? im not really like this irl... im definitely a lot more#aggressive online than i am off...#offline i try to keep things calm and gentle and i try to be considerate and nice to those around me. ig i dont feel like tumblr#has earned that side of me yet đ€·#i literally have an idyllic ass garden and essentially green house ok. i dont talk about the happenings of my daily life on here#much bc i worry talking about it on here will taint it somehow.#maybe im too superstitious. maybe im worried about being stalked. maybe its a combo of many things but theres certain info#i dont trust with certain types of people and if tumblr was a person i would not trust that person with that info.#the friend to get drunk with not to watch your cats and house while you're out of town. etc.#ill vent about my trauma but i dont want you... in my life... Like That lmao. we just go to the same bar...
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we had fun tho the whole family hung out and we did some sporclee and chronophoto and then globle me n lamp nd father did globle bc mein mamma went to sleep. yay :]
#nd i think tmrw or something like that me n my mom will finish off 13s run in de#which im excited for bc im rly excited to get to 15 bc my mom loves it and im excited to be caught up so we cn talk abt everything#i am a bit bummed i ws rly hoping 2 like 13s seasons better this time around.. but i didnt :[ just the writing didnt come together 4 me and#i feel like the companions weren't developed much at all#and im famously a timeless child hater like i think its stupid for the dr to be the timeless child. like if there hss to be a timeless child#Fine ig its a fine origin story its kind of a like. answering a question nobody asked thing#where like. yk. i was fine with the tjme lords judt having regeneration#but mein mamma told me that they like drop all that and it is Nottt mentioned again eith the new writers which is so funny#the blessing and the curse new writers. bc the blessing is if there was a writing decision i dont like The new writers will completely#abandon it and go do their own shit. the downside is they do the same for things i do like#missy what happeneddd like where. UGH we cant even get into it i miss my princess so badly it hurts#ik we like. saw her die im just like. bc this master was not at all like.. it just doesnt feel like a continuation at all#my moms theory is he might actually be an earlier incarnation of the master since they never actually specify. nd then i was checking the#wiki and rheres some weird stuff like. missy forcing all of her Good parts to regenerate into some other lady and then like.#idk it just said that. so idk if that implies the bad parts regenerated into like. evil master... i dont know. but wtvr. im excited#and a little birdie told me donnaaaaa will be baaaaaaaaackkkkkk which is the best thing that could ever happen to me im SO excited. my#friend donna#i like that like. i like getting new companions inlike when companions dont overstay their welcome cough cough. clara. but i do love seeing#companions come back like sry it does get me everytime im always like My friend my friend my friend. yk. i just love to seeing them again...#oh i got distracted. i was gonna say i rly dislike the dr being the timeless child bc i rly like when the dr is judt like. a guy. gender#neutral my mom laughed at me bc i said rhat earlier and went That sounded like im complaining abt hrr being a woman. im noy#THATS WHY I WANTED 2 LIKE HER LIKE. im so bummed that the first female dr is the one with In my opinion the weakest writing. like fml. tho i#havent seen any of the older stuff so idk... just from 9 onwards is what iiiiive got going.#but ya. i ws so worried voicing my criticisms to my mom bc i ws worried i ws just being a hater or nitpicky#but my mom agreed with me on a lot and ya. i rly like discussing stuff w my mom even tho im almodt positive i annoy her sometimes bc i get#too busy discussing my theories and being like And what about this and i get distracted from the show where theyrelike#explainjng somrthing jm asking abt. JFBFJFNT#i judt love discussion. and its tly fun to talk abt it with my mom :] yay#like ikit snnoys ppl when someone talks while watching smth or theorizes while watching smth lr asks questions that will be answered#but lke its my fav part of watching things w ppl đđđ im fr the yapperrr
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DPxDC Danny the Guy Who Won't Die
He lives in Gotham, and he is just A Guy. Nothing weird about him, he's just there to study/work/help Lady Gotham to lift her curse/on vacation with Sam. Point is, he is not there to cause trouble and there's no GIW on his tail. Just a dude living his (after)life.
And Gotham, being Gotham, still finds a way to be annoying. There are mugging attempts, robbery, Rogues running around. Only Danny really doesn't want to deal with any of it.
Now there's a dilemma. If he uses his powers to fight, it will sooner or later come to Bats' attention. And if he fights as a human, it will also alert some of the Bats since he doesn't really do a great job at keeping his power levels low. Not to mention the fact he is really not enthusiastic about accidentally punching someone hard enough he sends them to a hospital.
What does he do instead? He pulls the 'I guess I'll die' act.
So every time he is attacked, he just plays dead. The mugger shot him in the chest? He falls down and stops breathing. Caught up in the middle of a Poison Ivy attack? Skewers himself on the vine and goes lax. Scarecrow's Fear Gas? Very dramatically chokes himself and plays a corpse. He makes sure to disappear before any ambulances arrive later, and it all goes well for a few months - he is just a casualty, who cares, really - until one day, he runs into that same mugger who shot him in the chest a while ago.
The man does a double take. Danny doesn't notice - he's been mugged so many times, who has the brain capacity to remember all of those fuckers. But the rumor goes out anyway.
A guy-who-won't-die. It's more of a city legend, really, and the Bats don't give it much thought since, well, it sounds stupid and not very important. A rumor of some man who was shot dead and then showed up like nothing happened? Yeah, it's probably because the mugger didn't check if he was actually dead. That happens. Maybe it wasn't even the same man, Gotham is a big city. If anything, hey, at least that was one less casualty? That's a good thing.
That is, until one day, they show up to Joker's hostage situation and witness the clown screaming at one of the hostages. He is so enraged he is shaking, spit flying out of his mouth, and, contrary to the usual Joker's evil sneers and maniacal laughter, he seems just... furious. But, like, the normal-human-level furious. The 'I just lost the last ounce of patience with you' furious.
"Don't you look away from me, you think I don't remember you?! Na-ah, I do. You were the one I drowned in the shark tank last week! And you were the one run through the chainsaw trap two weeks before that! And you were in the guillotine!!! I saw your fucking head get deattached from your body, how the fuck are you here again?!"
And the guy he is screaming at just looks at him, confused and incomprehensive.
"Um, I'm pretty sure I'd remember getting my head cut off, you know? So, err, wrong guy."
"Wrong guy my fucking ass-"
Joker is so distracted by his screaming match that it makes it almost too easy for the Bats to fight him down and drag to Arkham. Yet, a few of them get just a bit suspicious.
Now, imagine all the shenanigans when they try keeping a watch on Danny the Won't Die Guy.
#danny phantom#dc x dp#dpxdc#batman#joker#danny refuses to die#not again#at least this time he gets to make it funny#the bats are mostly confused#is he a meta?#but what kind of meta just... cant die?#what?#cork writes#cork prompts#just silly thoughts
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