#simon 'ghost' riley x joker

[sometimes-i-write-good]

Earn Your Wings

Simon “Ghost” Riley x f!taskforce member

3.2k | You’re tired of being told you can’t wear makeup when Ghost clearly has face paint smeared all over his face, so you take matters into your own hands and end up pissing off the big Brit in the process 

Genre: Secret Lovers ft Price is tired of this bs 

Rating: Teen Audiences and Up

CW: inferred misogyny, kissing, dry humping (semi-public), implied smut (nothing graphic!) 

Author’s note:  Completely self-indulgent as someone who wears heavy winged eyeliner every single day. I would never make it in the military. This ended up being way longer than it needed to be. Apologies for if that makes it a little meh, it’s only my second fanfic for the fandom. I’m trying my best! || This is also cross-posted on Ao3, so show it some love there as well <3 

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Contacts had always freaked you out. As a kid your eye doctor had tried to get you familiar with the process of putting them in and taking them out. Your brain is like a sponge when you’re younger, or so everyone seemed to tell you, so getting used to it early on should have made it easier on you. Only the constant stress seemed to do the opposite. Contacts had quickly become your worst nightmare. The thought of touching your eyes to put them in made you so uncomfortable that you’d rather go against Ghost one on one than wear them. 

So, you settled on glasses instead. Fashionable, comfortable, and did the job just as well without a looming anxiety of you forgetting to take them out and losing them in the back of your skull forever (okay, that’s not how it works, but you’d convinced yourself that you would be the world’s single exception to the laws of nature). You had no shortage of glasses. The military health benefits covered your vision to the point you could get a new, fairly cheap pair every year until you had them stockpiled for every occasion, in every shape and size you could imagine. 

Your favorite pair were big with thick lenses that took up most of your face. It gave you a wide-eyed, innocent look you’d like to take advantage of on base. What do you mean large lashes like these aren’t allowed? or It’s a holiday, I thought red, white, and blue eyeshadow would be an appropriate celebration. Claims of innocence like this had earned you the nickname ‘Bambi.’ Used with contempt instead of affection by your captains. 

For a while you’d taken the punishments. Your instructors would lecture you - loudly - on the ways you messed up. Most of the soldiers around you could be reduced to a quivering bowl of jelly, but you saw this as a training exercise. You were the only one able to stand straight faced with a screaming higher up inches from your nose. Spit flying, veins popping, until you were forced to drop and do push-ups until failure. Public shaming was met with that same stony facade, but you had only ever had to undergo that once for your own backtalk. 

You’d been wearing the wrong glasses that day. One’s that didn’t give you the doe-eyed Bambi look you’d been going for, so your sarcasm had not been well-received. It didn’t help that you showed up late for duty because of the harsh liner on your eyes and that you’d broken a few other rules the week before. A culmination of events that ended with you moving heavy bricks from one side of base to the other for no real reason other than it shut you up. 

It made you stronger in a way. Most of the higher ups didn’t start paying attention to you until you did something to remind them of your femininity. Then it was their main goal to try and remind you of it too. Fine by you, they could watch as you handled yourself better than anyone else on base. 

You finally gave up your tiny acts of rebellion when they started forcing you to do some hard labor on diminished rations. Inhumane, but legal. Wearing bright makeup still crossed your mind every morning when you would get ready. The urge to look good for work never went away even as you worked your way up through the ranks and became a force to be reckoned with. 

You just wanted to look good doing it. 

Which is why it pissed you off so much that the 6’4” giant lurking in the shadows got to smear more makeup on his face than you did when you joined Task Force 141. All you had been making do with was your various array of glasses. They were still within guidelines. No frames of crazy colors like you wanted, but the sheer amount you owned earned you a new nickname. One spoken in adoration, if a little jokingly.

“Glasses?” 

It’s Gaz that notices first. Of course he is. He was one of your closest friends in the squadron, always willing to lie through his teeth for you. Unexpected from the man who claimed to move in silence, do his job, and melt away. It took guts but not a lot of brains to actively put himself in the line of fire just to keep you on Price’s good side. 

“Gaz?” You ask. A sweet smile quirks your lips upwards and you bat your lashes at him from across the table. “What’s up?” 

The arched eyebrow tells him all he needs to know. Are you trying to get me in trouble? 

“Uh,” he clears his throat, “nothing. I’m just going to… take a nap?” And, in the most unconvincing fashion, rests his head on the table as Price battles yet another technical difficulty. 

Ghost comes in - fashionably late, as usual - and takes his seat at your left. You can feel his gaze fall on your eyes as he walks in. There’s no interest, no confusion, or any other emotion that tells you what he thinks of your new look. Apathy. In fact, no one you passed by today seemed to care about your dramatic eyeliner in the slightest. 

That is, no one except the man in charge. Price takes a seat, abandoning his technical journey in hopes of holding everyone’s attention the old-fashioned way. “Alright, let’s get started.” But he stalls when his eyes land on you. 

“Glasses,” he says, “please go wash your face.” 

“Negative, sir.” You respond.

Ghost, for the first time you can remember, turns his head to watch your face remain a scary calm as you stare at Captain Price. You’re not one to backtalk Price. Gaz is the one who questions things. You typically rely on him to read your mind and ask the obvious questions, but he’s still pretending to sleep. Or the long nights have finally caught up to him and he’s really passed out at his spot across from you. 

“Y/n.” Price’s voice holds no room for negotiation. Ghost’s icy gaze holds even less. 

Soap, lacking all sorts of personal boundaries, leans to his left to grab at your chin and tilt for face towards him. He lets out a low whistle. “Foxy.” The sultry tone, or maybe just the accent playing up his flirtatiousness, sends Ghost tensing to your left. Though that surely must be a figment of your imagination. 

You roll your eyes. “It’s just a wing and the inner corner is pointy.”

“It’s out of code.” Price comments. 

“Look, I’m not allowed to have my purple hair anymore or wear my bright lips.” You sigh. “Let me have this.”

Price presses his lips into a thin line. 

“What if I count it as camouflage?”

Gaz snorts from his place on the table. 

“I don’t see how this is relevant to our briefing, y/n.” Price sighs. You could see the bags under his eyes. For a second, just a second, you felt bad for the poor man. Life hasn't been easy on any of you lately. Something as silly as eyeliner wasn’t worth aggravating someone who had shown you so much kindness. You wrap your fingers around the arm of your chair with every intent to shove away from the table and wash this wing off your face. Then he opened his mouth again and it all went south. “This isn't a beauty school.”

Next to you, Ghost snorts. He brings a gloved hand to rub at his mask. You narrow your eyes at him, zeroing in on the black paint surrounding his eyes. The whole reason you felt like the eyeliner wouldn’t be a big deal in the first place here. 

“I don’t see,” you say, “how Ghost over here gets to lather himself up in face paint, but I’m told to wash my face every time I put on eyeliner.”

“This is for anonymity,” Ghost says, “to protect my identity.” 

“Okay?” You tilt your head to scrutinize him better. The light tint of his lashes, the deep richness to his eyes. He’s handsome under that mask no doubt but it doesn’t matter. He’s here to serve as leverage. “This is for my identity’s well-being.”

“And mine,” Soap pipes up, “it’s helping me out plenty, too.”

Ghost shakes his head slightly at Soap’s comment, muttering a harsh ‘fuck off, Johnny,” before turning his attention back to Price. 

“Again, how is this relevant? You could follow an order, wash your face, and let me carry on with my briefing.” He’s being kind. Allowing you a chance to correct your misconduct before he’s forced to become a bad guy, but you woke up on the wrong side of the bed today. 

You lean back in your seat, crossing your arms, and scowling at the snickering men across the table. “I figure this is the mission I’m most likely to die on.” You shrug. “I want to look hot on my final day.” 

Soap laughs. It’s loud, even more distracting than your initial comment was but Price doesn’t scold him. 

“I’m serious!” You say. “I want my ghost outfit to be a good one.”

“Ghost fit?” Gaz lifts his head from the table. Eyes bleary, a mark indent into his forehead, and his voice full of confusion. “What the fuck is that?”

“We’re getting off track,” Price says but Soap waves a hand at him. 

“No, I want to know what bonnie here is going on about.” 

You grin. All eyes are on you, especially the quiet pair to your left positioned amongst an unnecessary amount of paint. Lately you’d been on the sidelines. Not going out with the rest of the squad. Not playing well enough in poker to stay in for more than a few rounds. Granted, you had been distracted these past few weeks, but not anymore. Now you had everyone’s undivided attention. 

“Your ghost fit,” you say, gesturing to what you’re wearing with your hands, “is what you look like when you die. It’s what your ghost wears for all eternity.” You spare a glance at Ghost. “He’s the only one here consistent enough to not care about a ghost fit.”

“It’s ‘cause I'm already dead, lass.” Ghost grumbles. His voice is deep, gravelly. If you weren’t so annoyed with him the hair on your arms would be standing up by now. 

Price has his head in his hands. He looks absolutely defeated as everyone takes a moment to think about their outfit for the day. Soap is complaining about his Mohawk being a little too grown out and Gaz isn’t happy with his choice of socks. “Can we please focus?”

“Can I please wear eyeliner from now on?” 

“Let the bonnie lass wear what she wants, Captain.” Soap leans over to punch you lightly on the arm. “She’s not hurting anyone.”

“Yeah!” You agree, but Price just raises his head to glare. 

“I thought you didn’t need anyone’s permission, Glasses?”

“I’m taking any allies I can get right now.” You look over to Ghost. “Are you on my side?” He gives you a blank, unwavering stare. “See what I mean? I’m drowning out here.” 

“Soap just wants to see you done up all nice.” Price’s hand rubs over his mouth. As though he can’t believe his briefing has gotten derailed for this. You mimic the action because you can’t believe he’s let the conversation get to the point where Soap has a say. 

“I bet, considering Ghost won’t so much as put on some lashes to help poor Soap see a pretty girl.” You see the hint of smirk on Price’s lip. “I’m just saying-”

Ghost’s booming voice fills up the small meeting room. “That’s enough.” 

“Captain-” you clasp your hands together- “I just want to look nice. It’s not hurting anyone. Please, please, please.” 

He stares at you. You stare at him. Ghost and Soap and Gaz look back and forth between the two of you. You’re wearing your thick-lensed, Bambi glasses that make your eyes look huge and innocent despite the sultry makeup, which may be the reason Price sighs and says, “They’re distracting Soap.” 

“I’d be distracted if the lass were bare faced too, sir.” 

“It’s true,” Ghost says to which everyone’s gaze swings over to him, but he doesn’t give any more comment to Soap’s one-track mind. 

“Fine.” Price fiddles with the files in front of him. “Now can I carry on?” 

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The briefing goes exactly as you’d expect. A mission none of you want to go on, but know you’ll have to. Someone has to do the wrong things for all the right reasons, and it might as well be some of the most capable minds and bodies in the world. 

Everyone files out of the room one by one. Price pulls you aside to remind you that he’s doing you a favor being this kind, which you graciously thank him for. You don’t let yourself exhale until he leaves the meeting room. Then you’re left alone in the room. 

Someone clears their throat beside you. Your heart kickstarts again, jumping into your throat, and you restrain yourself from throwing a punch in their direction. “You know, for a man as big as you are,” you say, breathless, “you are very good at not being seen.” 

“They call me Ghost for a reason, love.” 

You run a tongue over your lips. The deepness of his voice always did something to you. Made your skin crawl. You could never make out whether he meant to be alluring or threatening or condescending. When it came to Ghost, he was a mix of the three with the former being an entirely subconscious endeavor. 

Instead of gracing him with an answer, you glance in his direction, and head over to the door. Stopped only by an “Oi-” Ghost motions for you to come over to him with his finger- “I know I said be aggressive, but don’t you think that was a little too much, love?” 

You glance over your shoulder at him. Shut the door. Click the lock into place. “No one had a clue.” 

By the time you turn around to make your way over to Ghost, he has a leg up on one of the chairs, resting his chin in his hand staring at you. “You did all this for me?” 

“Oh, love,” you mock his accent, taking an awfully long time to cross a few feet to get to him, dropping it when his gaze goes from seductive to annoyed, “the kohl was for you, but the wing was for me.” 

He reaches out to grab you by a belt loop and drag you close. A heavy arm wraps around your waist. His hand rests at the small of your back. It would feel like a booty call if he weren’t rubbing his thumb in a tiny, soothing circle. “Why don’t I get a wing?” Ghost asks, tugging you slightly closer to him so that you’re pressed flush to him. 

“Because.” You reach out to hook your fingers under his mask. “You have to earn your wings.”

Ghost takes his free hand and tugs up the mask just above his nose. Full lips exposing a devilish smile on his face. “You aren’t part of the Air Force.” 

“No.” You lean forward. “But it sounded good.” 

“Everything sounds good coming from you, lass.” 

Ghost closes the gap between you. Hungry. Kissing Ghost is always intense. He’s managed to convince himself everything good never lasts, which you don’t mind. It means each kiss feels like your last. Passion chalked up to the highest degree. His tongue swipes along your lower lip, a courtesy. Most of the time his tongue is in your mouth on the first kiss. Wasting no time.

As you part your lips for Ghost to enter, he tightens his grip on your waist and spins slightly to sit himself on the table with you standing in front of him. Your noses bump, offsetting your glasses slightly. His hand catches yours as you reach up to remove them and he yanks you forwards slightly.

“The glasses stay on.” His mask tickles your ear as you nod. These glasses were most definitely staying on. Orders from Ghost were orders you could follow. A little too easily. 

Everyone else had begun to notice and there wasn’t something Ghost hated more than being the center of attention. So, the two of you made a point of avoiding one another during the day. Harder than it sounded in theory. The more you strayed away, the more you yearned to be where you were now.

With Ghost’s knee wedging its way between your thighs. Your lips part wider as Ghost presses his leg up. Something he takes full advantage of. His tongue explores every part of your mouth while his hands come to rest on your hips, dragging them down towards his thigh. You buck your hips forward. He hums with encouragement. 

“Ghost.” You whine against his lips. Every move of your hips brushes your clit against the seam of your jeans. Not nearly as rewarding as when Ghost shoves his gloved hands down your pants, but the look he’s giving you as you try to get yourself off is more than enough to make up for that. “This isn’t fair.” He trails sloppy kisses up your neck. “Life ain’t fair, love.” He trails his tongue over the shell of your ear. “You’re doing so good for me.” 

You tilt back, hands reaching out to grab at the damn tactical vest Ghost insists on wearing all the time. Only you’re grateful for it right now because it’s the only thing stabilizing you as your head spins. He has you here, humping his leg like a dog in heat, and edging yourself to the point of loud whines escaping you. 

“Good girl,” he says. The gravel to his voice causes your breath to hitch and you moan, a lot louder than you mean to, but it’s okay because you’re alone with him in a meeting room that no one else is thinking about and -

There’s a knock on the door. 

You lean forward to bury your face in his neck because you’re so damn close and there’s no way in hell this powerful grip Ghost has on your waist is letting up any time soon. You keep dragging your hips up and down his thigh, panting and whining, as Ghost gruffly answers the knock with, “Busy.” 

“Lt,” Soaps muffled voice can be heard through the door, “I have no clue what the fuck yer doing in there, but when yer done I need you for something.” 

You bite down a little harder on Ghost’s shoulder. A muffled moan escapes you as he ruts his knee up a little harder. The friction is welcomed, but not nearly enough to null the growing need in your core. “Ghost,” you whine only to be met with another movement of his leg. 

“I’ll be right out, Johnny.” Then you feel it. Disappointment settling in your belly. Ghost’s strong hands are moving you off his lap, guiding you away from the table and your release. “Sorry, love. This is something we’ll have to finish later.”

You cross your arms with a pout. “I highly doubt that, Ghost.” 

“I’ll finish you off so that your legs are shaking for the rest of the day.” 

“I’m holding you to that.” You huff. He presses a kiss to your neck and slaps your ass lightly. 

“I expect you to, Glasses. That’s an order.” 

Like you could deny an order that tempting. 

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Ships

Unexpected connections happen in two places: the Ships list and Feeld—a dating app for the curious. On Feeld, finding like-minded people is as fulfilling as finding yourself. In celebration of ships, here are this year’s iconic connections.

Ineffable Husbands +17 Aziraphale & Crowley, Good Omens

Steddie Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

Destiel Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural

Byler -3 Will Byers & Mike Wheeler, Stranger Things

Wenclair Wednesday Addams & Enid Sinclair, Wednesday

Bowuigi Bowser & Luigi, the Super Mario Bros. franchise

Huntlow +7 Hunter & Willow Park, The Owl House

Avatrice Ava Silva & Beatrice, Warrior Nun

Hannigram +2 Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Hannibal

Buddie -4 Evan Buckley & Edmundo Diaz, 9-1-1

Vashwood Vash the Stampede & Nicholas D. Wolfwood, Trigun Stampede

Zelink +80 Zelda & Link, The Legend of Zelda

Lumity -6 Luz Noceda & Amity Blight, The Owl House

Ghostsoap Simon “Ghost” Riley & John “Soap” MacTavish, the Call of Duty franchise

Blackbonnet -11 Edward Teach/Blackbeard & Stede Bonnet, Our Flag Means Death

Wolfstar +8 Remus Lupin & Sirius Black, the Harry Potter universe

Merthur +12 Merlin & Arthur Pendragon, Merlin

Jegulus +25 James Potter & Regulus Black, the Harry Potter universe

Bumbleby +48 Yang Xiao Long & Blake Belladonna, RWBY

Bakudeku -4 Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Boku no Hero Academia

Dreamling -1 Dream of the Endless & Hob Gadling, The Sandman

Soukoku +60 Nakahara Chuuya & Dazai Osamu, Bungou Stray Dogs

Firstprince Alex Claremont-Diaz & Prince Henry of Wales, Red, White & Royal Blue

Wesper Wylan Van Eck & Jesper Fahey, the Grishaverse

Wangxian -8 Lan Wangji & Wei Wuxian, Mo Dao Zu Shi

Satosugu +23 Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Imodna +8 Imogen Temult & Laudna, Critical Role

Kanej +44 Kaz Brekker & Inej Ghafa, the Grishaverse

Bubbline Princess Bubblegum & Marceline, Adventure Time

Ladynoir -17 Ladybug & Chat Noir, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Twiyor +6 Loid Forger & Yor Forger, SPY x FAMILY

Loustat +43 Louis de Pointe du Lac & Lestat de Lioncourt, Interview with the Vampire

Zosan Roronoa Zoro & Vinsmoke Sanji, One Piece

Marichat -12 Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Chat Noir, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Serirei +65 Serizawa Katsuya & Reigen Arataka, Mob Psycho 100

Adrienette -21 Adrien Agreste & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug & Cat Noir

Chenford +24 Lucy Chen & Tim Bradford, The Rookie

Petrigrof Simon Petrikov & Betty Grof, Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake

Kavetham Kaveh & Alhaitham, Genshin Impact

Griddlehark +54 Gideon Nav & Harrowhark Nonagesimus, The Locked Tomb series

Raeda -13 Raine Whispers & Eda Clawthorne, The Owl House

Tomgreg -19 Tom Wambsgans & Greg Hirsch, Succession

Hanamusa Jessie & Delia Ketchum, the Pokémon franchise

Zolu Roronoa Zoro & Monkey D. Luffy, One Piece

Narumitsu -12 Phoenix Wright & Miles Edgeworth, Ace Attorney

Sonadow +23 Sonic & Shadow, Sonic the Hedgehog

Ineffable Bureaucracy Archangel Gabriel & Beelzebub, Good Omens

Spirk +9 Spock & James Kirk, Star Trek

Ballister x Ambrosius Ballister Boldheart & Ambrosius Goldenloin, Nimona

Nandermo -42 Nandor the Relentless & Guillermo de la Cruz, What We Do in the Shadows

Jonmartin -15 Jonathan Sims & Martin Blackwood, The Magnus Archives

Punkflower Hobie Brown & Miles Morales, Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse

AkiAngel Aki Hayakawa & the Angel Devil, Chainsaw Man

Ronance -49 Robin Buckley & Nancy Wheeler, Stranger Things

Superbat -11 Superman & Batman, the DC universe

Shuake Ren Amamiya/Joker & Goro Akechi, Persona 5

Geraskier -48 Geralt of Rivia & Jaskier, The Witcher

Hualian -18 Hua Cheng & Xie Lian, Tian Guan Ci Fu

Sulemio Suletta Mercury & Miorine Rembran, Mobile Suit Gundam: The Witch from Mercury

Sterek -5 Stiles Stilinski & Derek Hale, Teen Wolf

Gumlee Prince Gumball & Marshall Lee, Adventure Time: Fionna and Cake

Shadowpeach Sun Wukong & the Six-Eared Macaque, Lego Monkie Kid

Drarry -29 Draco Malfoy & Harry Potter, the Harry Potter universe

Wilmon Prince Wilhelm & Simon Eriksson, Young Royals

Harringrove -34 Steve Harrington & Billy Hargrove, Stranger Things

Kazurei Suwa Rei & Kurusu Kazuki, Buddy Daddies

Lestappen Charles Leclerc & Max Verstappen, Formula 1 drivers

Zukka -5 Zuko & Sokka, Avatar: The Last Airbender

Codywan +8 Commander Cody & Obi-Wan Kenobi, Star Wars: The Clone Wars

Solangelo -23 Will Solace & Nico di Angelo, the Percy Jackson universe

Catradora Catra & Adora, She-Ra and the Princesses of Power

Shadowgast -4 Caleb Widogast & Essek Thelyss, Critical Role

Stucky -43 Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes, the Marvel universe

Tarlos -18 TK Strand & Carlos Reyes, 9-1-1: Lone Star

Johnlock +21 John Watson & Sherlock Holmes, Sherlock

Sasunaru -24 Uchiha Sasuke & Uzumaki Naruto, Naruto

Locklyle Anthony Lockwood & Lucy Carlyle, Lockwood & Co.

Lokius Loki Laufeyson & Mobius M. Mobius, the Marvel universe

Supercorp -67 Kara Danvers & Lena Luthor, Supergirl

Piltover's Finest Caitlyn Kiramman & Vi, Arcane

Helnik Matthias Helvar & Nina Zenik, the Grishaverse

Prohibitedwish Scarab & Prismo, Adventure Time

Klance -12 Keith & Lance, Voltron: Legendary Defender

Reylo Rey & Kylo Ren, the Star Wars universe

Hanazawa Teruki & Kageyama Shigeo, Mob Psycho 100

Cockles -44 Misha Collins & Jensen Ackles, Actors

Percabeth -46 Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, the Percy Jackson universe

Astarion x Tav Astarion & Tav, Baldur's Gate 3

Timkon Tim Drake & Conner Kent, Young Justice

Davekat Dave Strider & Karkat Vantas, Homestuck

Cynonari Cyno & Tighnari, Genshin Impact

Creek Craig Tucker & Tweek Tweak, South Park

Klapollo Apollo Justice & Klavier Gavin, Ace Attorney

Style Stan Marsh & Kyle Brovlofski, South Park

Korrasami -11 Korra & Asami Sato, The Legend of Korra

Bill x Frank Bill & Frank, The Last of Us

Nick x Charlie -51 Nick Nelson & Charlie Spring, Heartstopper

Dreamnotfound -50 Dreamwastaken & GeorgeNotFound, Streamers

Dinluke -33 Din Djarin & Luke Skywalker, the Star Wars universe

Rhaenicent Rhaenyra Targaryen & Alicent Hightower, House of the Dragon

The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous year. Bolded ships weren’t on the list last year. Explore your desires on Feeld. Within a safer, inclusive space, you can feel free to connect more intimately to yourself and others. Choose from over 20 gender and sexuality options and explore solo, or with a partner. Curious? Download the app today.

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Sex Crimes of Any Kind, Super Violent/Xtreme Kinks, Inflation, Feederism, Abuse, Puke, Shit, DDLG, Age Play, Raceplay, Wound Fucking, Gore, Vore, Misgendering/Detrans, CBT, Sounding, Fisting, Gunplay, Drugging, Stepcest etc...

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Genderbent Characters, Mild Yandere, Daddy/Mommy Kink, Cheating, Mild BDSM, CNC, Dubcon, Monsters, Hybrids, Sex Pollen, Legal Age Gap, Power Imbalance (Prof/Student, Boss/Employee), Feet, Armpits, Piss, Breeding, Mild Blood/Knifeplay, Cock Warming, Dry Humping, Voyeur, Public Sex, Orgy, 3somes, Sex Toys, Overstim, Edging, etc... etc... :P

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Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir. 

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Triology: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

Mulan: Mulan, Li Shang.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini. 

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Scream 5: Amber, Tara, Sam.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

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Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans (Except George & Evelyn)

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

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Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

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Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

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Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

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The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

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Times Where Your Mind Takes Over - Task Force 141 x Fem!Reader (Kinda Head Cannons)

Summary: It has barely been a few months since you were able to leave the medical wing, the psychical wounds healing and scarring, mental… not so much. All the times your mind has taken the wheel and makes you crumble beneath its grasp, how all the boys of the 141 help you through your pain.

(Thank you @boogieman-23 & @tomhardy41 for your comments! And the inspo! Sorry if it’s not what you had in mind, I hope you don’t mind the tag!)

(Part 2 to JOKER) Sorry this took so long to get out.

Proofread: Nope, couldn’t be bothered.

Pairing: 141!Platonic x Fem!Reader

WordCount: around 4.5K

Age Rating: PG13

Codename: JOKER

KEY: Y/N - Your Name, L/N - Last Name.

Warning/Info: PTSD, Anxiety, mentions of torture, conscious of self image, weapons, injury, Normal COD stuff, PTSD Nightmares.

May turn this into a proper series! Comment if you are interested in that :)

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Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley

It’s been almost five weeks since you got out of the medical wing, you stayed in your room a lot more than before the mission and being caught. You locked yourself up in your room for the first week, only leaving to shower and get food. The weeks following you attended some of the training, always having a balaclava or a black medical mask on. You hid from prying eyes of other people, avoiding areas with a lot of other soldiers. If you had to go into an area with ten or more people you would beg one of the boys to come with you, most commonly if it was Soap who joined you. Or you would just avoid it and wait. But now at week five you have gained the courage to mill around the base by yourself more often, keeping your face covered always.

Ignoring the lingering gazes of people, or the quiet conversations you hear around you. You're gaining back your courage, your old out going self is slowly coming back, until you were left alone in the gunnery with a new recruit.

You worked quietly at a table off to the side of the room cleaning your new sniper rifle, thanks to Price, he was able to get your rifle back to you in somewhat good condition after it was abandoned back where your life got turned upside down. The sound of fabric on metal, the satisfying clicks of parts going together, it’s calming. That is until someone walks into the room, you feel their eyes burning holes in your back, your movements falter when you hear them walk up behind you.

The feeling of dread rushing through you as you think fast, your mind not connecting the dots of this is a gunner on base, people come and go. But with it being late in the evening, you thought you would be by yourself. Your body moves before your mind can protest.

You whip around, your fist clenched around the handle of the small pocket knife you had on the table, your blade mere inches from the poor recruits throat. You stare him down, your eyes dark, fear is driving you, nothing but bone chilling fear courses through you. Your arm drops, the realisation hitting you in the face like a sack of bricks. You mumble out a quick apology as you throw everything hap-hazardly into the rifle case, not caring as you zip it up. You dart out the room, not running, not sprinting, just hauling ass at a quick walking pace. The dim halls lighting your way out into the compound, leading into the mess hall that is connected to the barracks - the place you desperately want to be - attempting to avoid as many people as possible.

You speed walk down the corridor, weaving in and out of other soldiers, your rifle case clutched in your hand.

The pounding of your heart thumps in your ears, blood rushing, mind racing, not a single thought about what’s in front of you. The only thing that is racing through your mind is the heart stopping feeling of someone behind you, the eyes of a predator biting into you. You’re practically shaking as you walk towards the doors of the barracks your team resides in. You fumble with a keycard that's in your pocket, your hands shaking as you swipe it through the slot. “Come one” you mumble as you try again, the red light buzzing again. The small screen lighting up presents a ‘Cannot Read Card’. You try again, and again, the same declined buzz sounding out.

You growl out in frustration as you wipe the card on your shirt, hot tears blur your vision, your throat tight like you cannot breathe. Suddenly everything seems to disappear, the tight throat, the fear of the man that caused you harm coming back to get you.

The feeling of safety envelopes you when a gloved hand wraps around yours, you jump out of your skin at first. You look up to see your Lieutenant, his eyes cold as ever but there's the hint of worry dancing in them. “Easy love…” he mumbles, keeping his voice low to not startle you more. He sees you shaking, he watched you struggle with the Key card a few times before he decided to come help you. “Breathe, focus, you're safe” his voice is calm, you nod as you let his hand guide yours through the process of swiping the card. The light turns green and the sound of the door unlocking rings in your ears.

You push forward, Ghost not too far behind, he managed to take your rifle case from you without being caught. You don't even make it to your room before you collapse to your knees in the corridor. Quiet sobs fill the room, Ghost’s quiet footsteps barely audible as he approaches you carefully, knowing how you feel. He’s experienced his own form of torture, paranoia, fear and the feeling of something or someone coming back to continue to pummel you with their hellbent rage. He doesn’t speak, doesn’t touch you, just stands next to you quietly. Allowing you to drain your emotions without fear of someone coming in, seeing you weak and vulnerable

You walk into the corridor, you fall to your knees, finally you’re somewhere that no one can see you. At least no one outside the 141 that is. Ghost stands next to you, not talking, not touching. He’s not good with words, he himself just bottles everything up and shoves it deep inside with Simon Riley to be able to become the infamous Ghost.

You stand on shaky legs, a few sniffles coming out as you brush the dirt off your knees. Ghost places his hand on the small of your back, quietly telling you he’s there if you need him, his actions are more than you could ask for.

John ‘Soap’ MacTavish

You finally got convinced by Soap to spar with him, finally getting you out og the cocoon of a blanket burrito he found you in. You were moping around the small common room that’s in the barracks you share witht he 141, everyone could tell that something put you off, resetting your progress of coming back to your normal self. Ghost knows, no one else does, the silent Lieutenant kept your break down hour between you and him. He hasn’t even told Price, your captain.

The sparring was going well, your confidence in hand to hand combat still there. You discarded the black medical mask not too long ago, finding it easier to breathe without it while inside. You’ve managed to pin Soap to the mat, a confident smirk on your face, a glimpse into the real you. “Fuck- I thought you would’ve gotten worse without training for as long as you did.” The Scotsman huffs out, sweat dripping down his brow, his smile not leaving his face, happy you’re coming out of your shell again. You step away from him to let him get up, you wipe your face with your shirt, ignoring the twinge in your side from a punch he landed on you.

The sound of the metal hinges chime out, your body freezes, mind going into overdrive as your eyes widen. Your mask is on the other side of the room by your bag and Soap’s. “Lass, look at me” he's quick to draw your attention away from the new presence in the room, his hands come to rest on your shoulders, making you look at him. “Joker, look at me, not at the mirror, not the people behind you. Me, got that?” His voice is low, almost commanding compared to his normal cheerful and playful tone he most commonly uses.

You nod, your breathing picking up in pace as you glance at yourself in the wall mirror of the gym, the scars that adorn your face stick out like a sore thumb. Soap uses his thumb to guide your face back to his, brows furrowed slightly as he makes you look at him.

Why are they in here, what are they doing here? Are they here to judge you? Stare at your scars? Tease you? Bully you? Make fun of you? Here to push you against the wall and poke at you, cause you more pain, point out all the damage that has been thrust upon you without your permission. Make you feel even worse about yourself than you already do, make you want to lock yourself in your room and wallow in self hatred. “Lass, look at me.

“Johnny- I can’t… I can’t do this…” You mumble, leaning into him, hiding your face in his chest, your fingers curl around a dark blue shirt he is wearing. “Okay, okay, just hold onto me doll I’ll get you out of here. You just gotta focus on me okay?” He looks down at you, you nod your head. Soap cautiously leads you out of the room, the rowdy group of people too caught up in their conversation to notice you two slipping out the door. Soap scoops you up in his arms, your arms wrapped around his neck, holding onto him like your life depends on it.

Your heart beat is in your ears, the rushing feeling to your head makes you feel nauseous, bile rises up into your throat. “I’m gonna be sick” You mumble, biting your tongue to try to keep it under control. Soap mumbles out an ‘okay’ luckily you’re mere metres from the bathroom, he kicks open the door, hoping no one is in there going about their business while he hauls his team mate that is about to be sick into one of the stalls.

Burning fills your throat as you cough out your breakfast into the toilet, your hands gripping the edge of the porcelain bowl. The smell makes you feel even worse than before, your body quivers, energy plummeting with your adrenaline from the fear. Soaps large hands rub your back gently, while his other hands back your hair, trying to soothe you. You groan as your stomach twists into more knots, sweat running down your face mixing with tears. “You’re okay Lass…” Soap’s low timbre sounds out from behind you.

You sit back onto your heels, attempting to bring your breathing under control. Soap passes you some toilet paper before flushing the toilet, you wipe your mouth while thanking Soap for everything he has done for you. “Thank you Johnny… for everything.” Soap chuckles lightly while shaking his head, he gently pulls you closer, he can still see you quivering from the fear you can feel. “Nonsense Lass, it's the least I can do.” You huff in annoyance as you snuggle into him, his arms wrapping out you tightly.

It’s peaceful being wrapped up in his arms, despite what just happened and where you are. You can hear his heartbeat, it's even and soothing in your ear. Your breathing evening out, falling in sync with Soap’s. You eventually fall asleep, despite being on the fall in the bathroom. Soap smiles slightly, a huff of air leaving him like a chuckle. His arms loop under your legs and back, lifting you off the ground.

Soap passes a few people in the corridor, ignoring their stares, thankful you naturally hid your face into his shoulder. He bumps into Gaz on the way to your room, thankful he's there to open the barrack doors. “Thanks mate” Gaz shrugs, as he follows you two into the corridor. “Is she okay?” He asks, wondering why Soap is carrying their teammate. “She should be now, got crowded in the gym.” Soap states as Gaz opens the door to your room, he stays by the door watching as Soap tucks you into your bed.

“I’ll go get her some water” the younger man states, walking off. Soap brushes the hair out of your face, fingers dancing over the scars on your face. He pulls your desk chair up next to your bed, leaning his elbows on your bed. “You’re safe Lass, we’re all here, I’m here.” He mumbles as he leans on his arms, rubbing small circles on your hand with his thumb.

Kyle ‘Gaz’ Garrick

You stare into the mirror, eyes locked onto the pale pinkish skin that now adorns your cheeks.

The sinister smile staring back at you, the memory of the blade, the dark gaze, the sinister smirk.

Your hands clutch the sink basin, knuckles white as your breathing becomes shallow and quick.

Tears slip from your eyes, falling down your cheeks and into the white porcelain sink.

That’s when you see him, the same smirk that chills you to your core. Makes your stomach churn like a stormy sea, your eyes widen in fear, your throat constricting as you see the bloody blade come to hover in front of you. The crimson red dripping from the steel, the same red that drips from your cheeks, the pain. Searing pain, blinding white hot pain. You attempt to scream, nothing comes out, your voice nonexistent, useless. You flinch away when no the blade trails along your lips, suddenly seeing your wrists and ankles bound to the chair.

The same man leans in close, his breath fanning over your face, the psychotic look in his eyes sending shivers down your spine. “No, No no no no” you whisper out, your body shaking as tears blur your vision. “No! Go away! You’re dead! I killed you! Leave me alone!” You scream out, tugging against the rope.

A fist connects with the wooden door, banging on it, door handle jiggling. “Lass! Open up!” Soap calls out, his voice scratchy from being woken from your screams, he's just in sweatpants. “JOKER! Wake up!” He steps back, when Ghost comes running down the corridor, Price and Gaz following. “What the bloody hell is going on Johnny?!” Ghost barks out, his eyes dark, the normal black paint around his eyes missing, just a plain black balaclava adorns his face. “She’s having a nightmare! She’s screamin’ bloody murder!” Soap replies as he turns to the team, his face painted with worry. “The door is locked and she’s not waking up” his fists clench when he hears you call out for them, begging for whatever hellish dream your mind is laying out for you.

Ghost stands in front of the door, his large frame casting a harsh shadow on the wood. He backs up, stepping forward again, kicking at the weak point of the door.

The sound of wood splintering fills the room, light floods into the darkness of your room. Your blankets kicked to the floor, pillow hanging off the edge, your own body squirming. “Leave me alone!” You scream, you’re still asleep.

Tears stream down your cheeks, you can hear the faint sound of your name being called. It’s familiar, but desperate, almost begging. You whip your head around to try find the source, your mind racing as you hear the all too familiar nickname. “Lass, wake up!” Soap! It’s Johnny, he’s here, but where? You hear another voice, its firm, commanding, the timbre of the man’s voice comforting.

“Kid, Love, you gotta wake up” Ghost… What are they doing here, but where are they, you need them. “Ghost- Soap? Please! Help!” You whimper out, a choked sob escaping you. A you feel warmth, sudden warmth on your shoulders, hands, rough hands. Familiar hold, it’s Ghost… and Soap. They are here, you can’t see them. “Open your eyes Lass, nothings gonna hurt you.”

You wake with a jolt, your hands clutching at Ghost’s arms, your breathing quick as you sit bolt upright. That’s when it hits you, the constricting feeling of crying, blurry vision. You see Ghost first, then Soap. You shake in Ghost’s hold, terrified to move, to speak, to even blink as you stare wide eyed at the two men. Gaz and Price are by the door, giving you three as much room as possible. Not wanting to overwhelm you. That’s when you lock eyes with your friend, a pained sob falls from you as you reach out to the one of the youngest on the team, Gaz. Ghost has moved to the side, Soap stays seated on the ground by your bed as Gaz walks over.

His sibling-like nature comforts you more than you would care to admit. He moves slowly when he approaches, sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes full of concern as he watches you shake in your spot. You make small grabby-hands to him, he chuckles lightly as he moves closer, knowing you just need the comfort. Your arms wrap around his shoulders, your face coming to hide in his neck, quiet sobs can be heard from you as Gaz rub’s your back. He knows the pain of having nightmares so vividly they leave you shaken, not wanting to sleep ever again, hell, they all do.

After some time, your sobs turn to sniffles. Ghost ended up sitting at your desk, Soap behind you, keeping a hand on your shoulder, rubbing small shapes there. Price disappeared for a little while, coming back with extra blankets as pillows. “I have an idea” He states as he stands in the doorway, knowing you love movie nights with the team even though he somewhat finds them annoying. Soap jumps from his seat, happy for sudden movie night in the middle of the night. Gaz chuckles, looking down at you, seeing you smile a little.

He scoops you up, carrying you to the couch in the common area of the 141 Barracks. He settles down, you comfortably snuggled up next to him. Soap cramps himself on the other side of you, dragging Ghost with him. Price takes his spot in an armchair next to the couch, remote to the tv in hand as he flicks on your favourite movie.

Gaz keeps you close throughout the movie, quietly talking to you to keep your mind occupied when the movie goes quiet. You eventually fall back asleep in his arms, his thumb rubbing small circles on your back. Soap leaning on you, one the verge of sleep himself, Price is still awake - albeit barely - while Ghost has his head back, small snores leaving him. There’s a small smile on your face, knowing you're safe and surrounded by the ones that are your teammates, friends, family.

Captain John Price

Gaz, Ghost and Soap are off base. It’s the weekend, they decided to go explore the local area the team is currently situated in, they are here to meet with another task force in a few days. You’ve decided to stay in the safe house, taking stock of what there is and if you need to ask Price to help with getting things.

You are standing in the kitchen, food laid out on the kitchen island, not a lot is there, maybe a night or two dinner’s worth, very little for breakfast and not a lot of energy packed things. Whoever was here last didn’t bother with emptying out the cupboards and fridge of perishables. You’ve gagged multiple times, having to dump the trash bag outside as quickly as possible when it started to stink out the safe house. Price walked into the room to find you holding your shirt over your nose, holding the trash bag as far from you as possible. He chuckles when he watches you come back inside, sighing with relief. “So what do ya got Joker?” He asks, walking up next to, placing a hand on your shoulder.

You groan, leaning on the bench, your notepad in front of you. “Not a lot sir, barely two dinners, not a lot of breakfast food along with nothing full of energy or nutrition. So basically nothing…” you rub the back of your neck as you turn to Price, who is smirking at you. “Ain’t surprised, so we're gonna go shopping or what kid?” You shrug, looking at the food in front of you. “It looks like it.”

You’re standing in front of the grocery store, staring at the large glass sliding doors, it’s like a large daunting tower to you. Your staring at the building like a little kid staring at the school building on their first day, anxious, scared of who’s going to be in there, what’s going to happen. Are people going to see what’s under your medical mask? See the scars? see what happened to you? Make you feel even worse about yourself than you already do, stare at you like you’re some freak.

A hand is placed on your shoulder, Price is stomping out his cigarette on the ground. “You can wait in the car if you want, kid.” He states as he watches your hands clenched into fists repeatedly, he knows what you're thinking he can practically see the thoughts playing like a movie in your eyes. “Joker?” You lock eyes with him, you let out a breath you didn't even realise you're holding. “I want to do this… Just stay with me? Please?” You ask, you think you sound pathetic, you know you do, you can hear it in your voice. “Of course, I’ve got your six.” Price states, his hand falling from our shoulder to motion towards the doors. “When you’re ready” you nod, making your way to the doors.

So far it's been reasonably quiet, the occasional customer here and there, they haven’t even given you a second glance. Other than the kids, who would be staring at you and Price. You keep telling yourself that kids will be kids, they stare at anything and everything. Price has kept next to you, slightly behind you the whole time, occasionally placing his hand on your shoulder or your back to make sure you know he’s there. However when it comes to the checkout, there's a man in front of you, his stature similar to the devil you see at night, or behind you in the mirror.

His hair is the same. Your breathing quickens, back straightening, muscles tensing. Price stepped away to grab a bottle of something, he said he will be back in a second. The isle he disappeared into only a few metres away, you turn around to try to find him. But your eyes lock onto someone who’s not Price, a woman, she's looking at you with a small smile. You nod your head in return and turn back, staring at your boots. “Are you okay?” The man in front of you asks, he happened to turn around to see you look from the woman to your boots. You flinch when you hear him, your blood turning to ice. You nod again, not looking up at him, not trusting your voice.

The next thing you know is the basket being taken from your hands, the smell of cigars and leather mixed with something like sandalwood, maybe some gunpowder? “She’s okay, thanks mate, just doesn’t like public places too much” its Price, John, your safety blanket. Price stands between you and man, keeping you close to his side as he unloads the basket onto the checkout conveyor belt. You keep your head down, hands in your pockets to fiddle with loose thread that's in there. The young girl behind the counter asks you for your ID, you look a lot younger than John. He got a bottle of bourbon, so in turn you’re asked for ID.

“She’s old enough, I’m paying anyway.” John states, he is already pulling his wallet out. “I’m sorry but I still need to see her ID, I just don’t want to get growled at by my boss, I’m sorry.” John nods his head, understanding why. You fumble with your wallet, trying to pull the driver licence out. You can hear kids talking to their parents, asking why you need to show your ID, other people are talking about things. Your mind twisting them into why are you taking so long? Why do you wear a mask? Why are you so nervous? It feels like it's been ten minutes of you trying to get your ID.

In reality it's been barely a minute, you finally hand over your ID, she looks from the ID to your face. “Okay cool, sorry for the trouble.” John pays and you’re quick to grab the paper bag and walk out.

You get inside the car, slamming the door behind you. John gets into the driver's side, looking over at you hugging the grocery bag to your chest. You’re staring ahead but not actually looking at anything, just aimlessly staring. Your mind racing, eyes wide, brows furrowed, your mask still secured to your face. “Look at me, Joker.” He calmly states, his tone soft to not startle you, his hand is placed on top of your own on the paper bag. “Kid… It’s me Price, John, you know me. Look at me sweetheart.” He tries to gain your attention, slowly bringing you back into the present.

You slowly look towards Price, fear is evident in your eyes. He gently cups your face in his hands, bringing your foreheads together. It’s something he does with you to ground you, you picked it up from him and ended up doing it with everyone else too. Except for Ghost, he doesn’t like being touched, you have done it one or twice, but that was pure luck. Soap loves it, Gaz adores it, Price does it to keep your attention away from your intrusive thoughts. “Focus on me Joker, you're safe, you’re with me.” You focus on his voice as your eyes flutter closed, your hands gripping the paper bag of groceries tighter. “You can get through this, you're strong, you’re one the best.” his grip on your jaw is grounding, it's firm but not tight.

You open your eyes again, your thoughts slowing down, your breathing back to normal as you look at price. “That’s my girl.” He states with a smirk, pulling away, ruffling your hair slightly like a young child. “Th… Thanks Price.” You mumble, wiping the loose tears from your eyes as you settle down in your seat. “No need to thank me kid, my door is always open if you need me. You know that, right?” He raises a brow as he looks at you, turning the key in the ignition. “Right.” You nod, a small smile playing on your lips as you watch Price pull out of the parking lot, driving towards the Safehouse.

You’re beyond thankful for this help, support from all of them. All of them taking their time with helping you with your trauma, anxiety, and the stomach churning nightmares.

[lolahaurisfw]

✎ Introduction ⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Here i'll only be taking requests for fluff, platonic, and angst! Reqs are always open like usual too, and you can request as much as you want and as detailed as you want! i just get to things when i can/want to.

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What I Won't Write:

Smut. (Go to my other blog)

What I'm Willing To Write:

Reader Who Is: Tall, Short, Fat, Chubby, Curvy, Buff. Trans/NB.

Reader Who Has: Depression, Anxiety, DPDR, ADD.

Fluff, angst, platonic, hurt/comfort.

HC's, one shots, short multi-chapter fics, imagines/drabbles.

Canon-friendly, AU's, Canon Divergence, Out of Character.

Ch x Ch / Ch x Reader / Ch x OC / Poly Ships of any kind.

F/F, M/M, F/M, GN/F, GN/M, Poly Ships of any kind.

Fictional Other (F/O) Imagines: +18, no names, they/them only.

Now that that's out of the way, here's the list of fandoms and characters i'm familiar with and will happily take requests on! (you can request others from these fandoms, but it will prob take me longer)

Adventure Time/Fiona & Cake: PB, Marceline, Marshall Lee, Winter King, Candy Queen, Simon, Ice King, Fiona.

Attack On Titan: Armin, Eren, Mikasa, Sasha, Levi, Hanji, Annie, Historia, Reiner, Erwin, Ymir. 

Avatar: Jake, Neytiri.

Batman Begins Triology: Batman, Catwoman, Bane, Joker, Scarecrow.

Bee & Puppycat: Bee, Deckard, Cass, Toast.

BigBang Theory: Raj, Leonard, Penny, Amy.

Bistro Huddy: All Staff Members.

Black Dynamite: Honeybee, Black Dynamite.

BNA: Michiru, Shirou.

Bob’s Burgers: Bob, Linda.

Breaking Bad: Jesse, Skylar.

Call of Duty: Konig, Ghost, Mace, Keegan, Krueger, Valeria, Farah.

Creepypasta: Jeff, Jane, Ben, Toby, EJ, LJ, Slenderman, Splendorman, Clockwork, Kate, Masky, Hoodie,

Desperate Housewives: Bree, Gabi, Edie, Lynette, Carlos, John.

Dirty Dancing: Johnny, Baby.

Earth Girls Are Easy: Mac, Zeebo, Wiploc, Valerie.

Elemental: Wade, Ember.

Encanto: Isabela, Bruno, Dolores, Julieta.

FNAF Movie: Vanessa, Mike, William/Steve.

Frozen: Elsa, Anna, Kristoff.

Futurama: Leela, Fry, Amy, Bender.

Gravity Falls: Ford, Stan, Soos, Melody, Giffany, Bill.

Jane The Virgin: Jane, Michael, Petra, Luisa, Rose, Rogelio, Xiomara.

Jurassic Park (1993): Ian Malcolm, Ellie Sattler.

Jujutsu Kaisen: Gojo, Choso, Nanami, Sukuna.

King of the Hill: Hank, Peggy, Luane, Nancy, Dale, Khan, Min, John Redcorn.

Life Is Strange (2015): Maxine, Chloe.

Lisa Frankenstein: Lisa, Creature, Taffy.

Little Mermaid (2022): Ariel, Eric.

MHA: Dabi, Hawks, Aizawa.

Moon Knight: Moon System, Layla, Khonshu.

Mulan: Mulan, Li Shang.

National Treasure: Benjamin, Riley.

Nintendo: Link, Zelda, Peach, Daisy, Rosalina, Luigi, Bowser, Waluigi.

Norbit: Rasputia, Norbit.

Princess & The Frog: Tiana, Lottie, Naveen, Shadow Man.

Ratatouille: Colette, Linguini. 

Regular Show: Mordecai, Margret, Eileen, CJ, Benson.

Resident Evil: Karl Heisenberg, Carlos Oiliveria, Lady Dimitrescu.

Rick and Morty: Rick, Jerry, Beth, Doofus Rick.

Riverdale: FP Jones, Hiram.

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World: Kim, Ramona, Gideon, Wallace.

Scream 5: Amber, Tara, Sam.

Serial Mom: Chip, Beverly.

Silverado: Slick, Rae, Mal, Paden.

Shallow Hal: Rosemary, Hal.

Shameless: Lip, Fiona, Kev, V.

SheRa (2018): All Adults.

Sherlock (2010): Sherlock, John Watson.

Slashers & DBD: Brahms, Ghostface, Michael Myers, Jason Vorhees, Pyramid Head, The Spirit, Huntress, Trapper, Wraith, Trickster, Pearl, Jennifer Check, Stu Matcher, Billy Loomis, Tiffany Valentine, Patrick Batmeman, Thomas Hewitt, Vincent Sinclair, Eric Draven, The Artist, Amanda Young.

Spiderverse: Miguel, Jessica Drew.

Spongebob: Dennis, Man Ray.

Squid Games: Gi-Hun, Sae-Byeok, Ali, Sang Woo.

Stardew Valley: All Adult Humans (Except George & Evelyn)

Steven Universe: Garnet, Amethyst, Peridot, Lapis, Jasper, Blue Diamond, Rose, Greg.

Stranger Things: Robin, Billy Eddie, Chrissy, Hopper.

Supernatural: Sam, Dean, Castiel.

Super Store: Amy, Jonah, Dina, Garrett, Cheyenne.

Tangled: Flynn, Rapunzel, Mother Gothell.

The Batman (2022): Batman, Riddler.

The Breakfast Club: John Bender, Allison Reynolds.

The Nanny: C.C, Fran, Maxwell.

Total Drama Island: S1 Contestants, Chris, Chef, Blainley.

Triple Frontier: Frankie, Santiago.

Turning Red: Ming Lee, Jin Lee.

Twilight: Edward, Carlisle, Alice, Charlie.

YOU: Beck, Joe, Peach, Love.

Young Sheldon: Mary, Connie.

~

Abel Morales (A Most Violent Year)

Astarion (Baulder’s Gate 3)

Babbo Natale (Violent Night)

Barbie (Barbie 2023)

Basil Stitt (Lightning Face)

Beverly Goldberg (The Goldbergs)

Bruce (Beyond Therapy)

Charles Ingalls (Little House on the Praire)

Charlie Dompler (Smiling Friends)

Chel (Road to El Dorado)

Dale Kobble (Longlegs)

Dan Conner (Rosanne)

David Levinson (Independence Day)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Doug Remer (Baseketball)

Duke Leto Atreides (Dune)

Fezzik (Princess Bride)

Francine (American Dad)

Fujimoto (Ponyo)

Georgia Miller (Ginny & Georgia)

Jack Harrison (Translyvania 6-5000)

Jackson Rippner (Red Eye)

Jon Arbuckle (Garfield 2024)

John Doe (John Doe Game)

Jonathan Levy (Scenes from a Marriage)

John Wick (John Wick 4)

King Baldwin (Kingdom of Heaven)

Kitten (Breakfast on Pluto)

Laurent LeClaire (In Secret)

Linda Gunderson (Rio)

Llewyn Davis (Inside Lleywn Davis)

Master Chief (Halo)

Mike (5lbs of Pressure)

Moe Doodle (Doodle Bops)

Nani Palekai (Lilo & Stitch)

Nathan Bateman (Ex Machina)

Outcome-3 (The Bourne Legacy)

Orestes (Agora)

Paul Blart (Paul Blart: Mall Cop)

Paul Cable (Last Stand at Saber River)

Peggy Bundy (Married With Children)

Peter Mitchell (3 Men & A Baby)

Poe Dameron (Star Wars)

Prince John (Robin Hood 2010)

Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd (Top Gun: Maverick)

Rose Tyler (Doctor Who)

Shiv (Pu-239)

Stanley Ipkiss (The Mask)

Star-Lord (Gaurdians of the Galaxy)

Tate Langdon (AHS: Murder House)

The Janitor (Willy’s Wonderland)

Thomas Magnum (Magnum, P.I 1980)

William Tell (The Card Counter)

[1-800-suck-my-clit]

Testing my multifandomness, so here's a list of ships I support/enjoy and why

Most (damn near all) are ganna be MlM

Clegan (bucky x buck)

John is so love sick for gale you just have to ship them

Hannigraham (Hannibal x Will Graham)

They act like a married couple with Gothic scenes and inuendos

Bat jokes (Batman x Joker)

Idk man something abt villian and hero falling in love despite being the farthest of opposites. And I love their banter where Joker shamelessly flirts with him

Superbat (Batman x Superman / Bruce Wayne x Clark Kent)

Now ik what ur thinking "bat jokes AND superbat how scandalous😱" this one only really applies to their "citizen" forms. I love the rich sugar daddy and kind southern accent trope. Also them in their hero forms are also cute bc batman let's his guard down for him

Zosan (zoro x sanji)

Your honor they're married🙄

Hisoillu

They give off Doberman and black cat energy. And canonically they are married ‼️

Rathelstan (ragnar x athelstan)

The love I have for them hold no words so here are some quotes that made me wanna rip my heart out.

"What do you mean?! You cannot leave...you cannot leave me! I love you...and you're the only I can trust so you must stay"

"I always believed that death is a fate far better than life, for you will be reunited with lost loved ones. But we will never meet again, my friend. I have a feeling that your God might object to me visiting you in Heaven. What am I to do now?"

"I hate you for leaving me. I ache from your loss. There is nothing that can console me now. I am changed, so are you.”

Symbrock (Venom x Eddie)

HEAR ME OUT PLEASE...So um anyways

Spideypool (spiderman x deadpool)

Their banter in the comics is so cute

Soapghost(konig) (Soap x Ghost (x Konig) / Simon Riley x John McTavish (x Konig))

Got really into them when CoD started blowing up on my FYP last year

Patrochillies (Patrocles x Achilles)

Ganna cry I love them sm. "He is half of my soul as the poets say" 🤣🔪🩸

Eremika (Eren x Mikasa)

If u don't belive they are end game ur wrong abt everything🥱. Tho I belive in eremika being cannon I also ship EreJean (Eren x Jean) who's to say a Lil hate sex never hurt anyone 🤭

Jayvik (jayce x viktor)

Idk who I wanna be jayces girlfriend, his boyfriend, or him😩

BoKuro (Bokuto x Kuroo)

Himbos in love? Count me in. tho I do also ship them with their main ships aswell

NaruSasu (Naruto x Sasuke)

No one chases a man around for damn near a decade bc "We're best friends🥺" 😒

Last but not least

KiriBaku (kirishima x Bakugou)

I don't give one damn what ANYONE says they are literally end game. FUCK BAKUDEKU‼️‼️🗣 I need the firecracker and his leash‼️

Um thank u for listening to my Ted talk lol 🏃🏾‍♀️💨

[ponyosmom35]

The Dissapernace of Will Byers

Bittersweet chapter two

pairings: Steve Harrington x fem oc

synopsis: joined by Eddie Munson, Indie helps the volunteers search for Will Byers. After looking for several hours she stops by to check in on Joyce and Johnathon.

warnings: none

link to master list with full series: https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

In the dense, tangled underbrush of Hawkins National Forest, Indie and Eddie Munson trudged alongside a group of volunteers, their eyes scanning the ground for any sign of Will Byers. The forest seemed to absorb their voices, the canopy muting the sound of their footsteps and the distant calls of other search teams.

Eddie was Indie’s only other friend in the world. With Johnathon being a year older than her (same age as Barb and Nancy) she found herself alone in most of her classes. Until the long-haired boy randomly sat next to her in the cafeteria on the first day of freshman year. He talked and ranted about society and how being an outcast was better than being like the popular kids who had no future outside of school. Indie listened to his words, surprised by his passion. It was from that day on that she considered him one of her closest friends. She didn’t get to spend much time with him these days as most of his days building his D&D club that Indie had zero interest in. No matter how many times he’d begged her to play she politely declined. So when he asked if she was gonna volunteer for the search she was happy to go with him to search for Will. Though Eddie and Johnathon were not friends and had never properly met, Eddie was still ready to get out and do whatever he could - knowing how much the Byer’s family meant to her. 

Eddie, typically known for his heavy metal bravado and carefree attitude, had a somber expression as he maneuvered through the thicket. "This is messed up, you know?" he said, breaking the silence between them. "Will disappearing like this."

Indie nodded, her face drawn with worry. "Yeah, it's like living in some nightmare you can't wake up from," she replied, her voice low.

They continued in silence for a few moments before Eddie glanced over at Indie. "How's Jonathan holding up? He's got a lot on his plate, huh?"

Indie sighed, her breath visible in the cool air. "He's trying his best, especially to care for his mom. It’s a lot for him, dealing with all this on his own." Her voice held a note of admiration for Jonathan’s resilience, though tinged with concern.

Eddie nodded understandingly, pushing a low-hanging branch out of Indie's path. "I can’t imagine," he muttered, more to himself than to Indie.

The search went on for hours, the forest gradually swallowing the light as the day wore on, each hour passing without a sign of Will adding weight to their heavy hearts. Eventually, as dusk began to settle over the woods, bringing an end to their efforts for the day, Chief Hopper gathered the volunteers.

"Alright, everyone, good work today. Let’s call it for now. We’ll pick it back up first thing tomorrow," Hopper announced, his voice rough with fatigue and worry. As the group dispersed, he pulled Indie and Eddie aside. "You two head on back home. Get some rest," he said, though his eyes lingered on Indie with paternal concern.

Eddie, ever the joker despite the day’s grim circumstances, playfully hit Hopper’s arm. "Don’t worry, Hop, I’ll get her home safe," he said with a grin.

Hopper’s response was a harsh glare that quickly wiped the smile off Eddie’s face. Eddie nodded more seriously. "Understood," he muttered.

Indie gave Hopper a small, reassuring smile before she and Eddie headed to his truck parked along the forest’s edge. As they walked, Indie couldn’t help but glance over at the Byers' house, visible through the trees. Something pulled at her, a sense of unresolved tension that she couldn’t ignore.

"Eddie, you go on ahead. I’m gonna stay with the Byers for a while," she said, her decision firm.

Eddie looked concerned but nodded. "You sure? Alright, just call if you need anything," he said, climbing into his truck.

Indie watched him drive away before she made her way to the Byers' house. As she entered, the first thing she noticed was the chaos that seemed to permeate the space. The atmosphere was thick with tension, and she walked in on Joyce and Jonathan in the midst of a heated argument.

"I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to intrude," she stammered, momentarily unsure.

Joyce, her expression fraught with worry and fatigue, quickly crossed the room and enveloped Indie in a tight hug. "It’s okay, honey, you’re always welcome here," Joyce murmured.

As Indie pulled away, her gaze fell on the charred remains of a telephone on the kitchen table. "What happened with the phone?" she asked, her curiosity piqued amidst her concern.

Joyce led her to the living room, motioning for her to sit. With a deep, steadying breath, Joyce recounted the eerie phone calls she had received, her voice shaking as she described hearing Will's breathing on the other end. "The phone just... it just fried. Right out of my hand. And it’s already the second phone we’ve lost to these... these electrical currents," Joyce explained, the distress evident in her eyes.

“I know this sounds… crazy trust me I know but I swear to god I heard him!”

Indie listened intently, squeezing Joyce’s cold, trembling hands in her own. "I believe you, Joyce," she said firmly, her voice a pillar of support in the storm of Joyce’s fears.

"Have you eaten anything?" Indie asked gently, turning to Jonathan, who shook his head. "No, not really."

With a decisive nod, Indie stood and headed to the kitchen with Jonathan. "Let’s make something to eat. You need to keep your strength up, both of you," she insisted.

As they gathered the meager ingredients available in the pantry, Indie asked Jonathan about the phone calls. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of exhaustion and stress. "I want to believe it’s just... stress, or grief." His voice was tinged with skepticism yet open to the strange realities they had come to know.

The kitchen was filled with the clattering sounds of pots and pans as they cooked, but the conversation lulled into a pensive silence. Each was lost in their thoughts, pondering the surreal and terrifying events that had invaded their lives.

Once the meal was ready, they sat down to eat, the simple act of sharing food bringing a semblance of normalcy to their shaken lives. Despite the warmth of the meal, the chill of fear and uncertainty remained, unspoken yet palpable as they ate in silence, each grappling with their thoughts and the foreboding sense of dread that loomed over them like the darkening sky outside.

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Hello! I am Sunny, and welcome to my Tumblr! I'm 20 and use they/he pronouns. While I've been writing since middle school (gross, I know), I've only really just started posting my works about a year ago on both here and AO3!

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Basic Rules!

Will Write...

NSFW, Fluff, Angst, Hurt/No Comfort, Hurt/Comfort, Character x Character, x Reader Anything that isn't below.

Will Not Write...

Hard Kinks (Piss, Scat, Etc.), ProShip/ComShip, Incest, Rape.

I will update my rules as I go if I find anything I have missed!

Characters I will write for...

HSR...

Blade, DanHeng, Caelus, Kafka, Imbibitor Lunae, Jing Yuan, Nanook (The Destruction), Boothill, Dr Ratio, Aventurine.

Genshin Impact...

Albedo, Xiao, Tighnari, Cyno, Alhaitham, Kaveh, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Childe, Zhongli, Kaeya, Thoma, Diluc, Gorou, Neuvillette, Lyney, Baizhu, Kaedehara Kazuha, Shikanoin Heizou, Venti, Aether/Lumine, Wriothesley, Neuvillette, Lyney, Navia.

Hunter x Hunter...

Kurapika, Leorio, Hisoka, Illumi, Feitan.

Heaven Official's Blessing...

Xie Lian, Hua Cheng.

Black Butler...

Sebastian Michaelis, Grelle Sutcliff, Undertaker, Joker, Snake, Ronald Knox.

Final Fantasy (Any)...

Reno, Cloud Strife, Zack Fair, Noctis Lucis Caelum, Vincent Valentine.

Call of Duty…

Simon “Ghost” Riley, John “Soap” Mactavish, Captain John Price, König.

Other shows/books I will write for...

Alice in Borderland, Attack on Titan, Diabolik Lovers, Demon Slayer, Gorillaz, Jujutsu Kaisen, Kingdom Hearts, The Legend of Zelda, Maximum Ride, Mystic Messenger, Persona 5, Resident Evil, Studio Ghibli, The Arcana.

Just because it isn't listed, doesn't mean I won't write it! Feel free to request anyway! :) This is just a general list of everything that comes to mind as I type this!

Additional Notes!

Please be kind and patient with me as I am a working adult who tends to take a lot of time on requests. When it comes to actual requests, I tend to take longer just to make sure that I am satisfied with what I wrote and I send it to my lovely friend who proofreads and edits for me!

Please remember that I have every right to reject/ignore a certain request if it violates my rules, discomforts me, or simply doesn't interest me. I will absolutely do my best to answer everything! <3

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And lastly, please don’t hesitate to send an ask now or whenever you feel! I have no limits per person so request as many times as you want! I adore meeting my readers and fellow writing blogs so don't be afraid of sending me messages! I don’t bite (...hard.)(jk), and am always happy to meet fellow simps for the series I’m into!

That's all for now! I hope you all have a lovely day~

-Sunny <3

[sometimes-i-write-good]

Pretty Vein

Simon “Ghost” Riley x f!taskforce member

2.4k | Tensions are high after losing close to an entire squad. Ghost tells bad jokes in the hopes of keeping you and Soap in good enough spirits to get back to base.

Genre: Hurt/Comfort

CW: canon-typical violence, descriptions of blood, mentions of death, inferred misogyny

Author’s note:  I’ve never played CoD but this man has rewired my brain chemistry. I can think of nothing but this tall, faceless Brit. || This is my first fanfic published to tumblr. It’s also cross-posted on Ao3, so show it some love there as well <3

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“Man down.”

Two words that burned at the back of your throat. Two words you never wanted to say again. Fourteen soldiers - five more people than originally supposed to be there - walked into a town for a mission you were never given details of. The real details. Those Ghost knew and kept under lock and key.

“Man down.”

Those words were going to haunt you for the rest of your days. Your first time out with 141. Your first time under Ghost. So much of your afternoon had been spent screaming those two words into your radio as man after man fell. You lost your gloves in the chaos. When you first joined the military people would comment on how a pretty girl like you must feel without her nails done up all nice. Now they were stained red with blood.

A cruel form of irony.

You were the only woman on squad. In the truck you were reminded of guys back in boot camp making bets on how you’d be the first to stumble, the first to tap out, or the first to miss a shot. So you put everything into proving them wrong. Rising through the ranks. Becoming a force to be reckoned with. Anything to make sure that there’d never be anyone else betting on you being the first to be shot dead on mission ever again.

Except every step you took forward felt more like three back. Accusations of you sleeping with the higher ups flew through every base you were assigned to. The doubts still kept creeping in everywhere you went. Then you got to 141 where you were respected and Soap and Gaz and Price and Ghost and every person you interacted with treated you like a person.

The slamming of a door draws you back into awareness. “How are you holding up?” Ghost hovers at one end of the room back from securing the perimeter of the building. He, you, and Soap had tailed out of town the first chance you got and ended up miles away from your last known location.

His question is met with silence. Soap is off in the corner. He’d put the last remaining shreds of sanity into creating a fire. And god were you grateful for it. There was something other than darkness to stare at. Something other than blood.

Out of the three of you, it seemed you were the only one around anyone who had half a shot at survival. Soap and Ghost were spotless. There was dirt, grime, and sweat you’d expect from a desert village, but no blood.

You were covered in enough blood to coat the three of you. A nightmarish look. Out in the field you’d forgotten about sticking your fingers in one of your squad’s bullet wound and dragged your fingers across the corner of your lips to dislodge a stray hair. Instead you painted your face in the blood of your friend. Got it matted into your braids and ensured you’d taste nothing but metal for weeks to come.

“Two goldfish are in a tank.” Ghost says as he settles against the wall directly across from you. His gear makes the loudest scraping noises you’ve ever heard. For a man who doesn’t let himself be heard, you can sense the exhaustion. He doesn’t care about being quiet, he cares about taking a seat. “One turns to the other and says, ‘You know how to drive this thing?’”

The fireplace crackles. Its warmth is welcomed despite the risk it poses. Ghost could hardly argue with Soap about setting the fire up. Your teeth were chattering loud enough to wake the dead. Shock had the tendency to do that to people, but with every chatter came a visible puff of air. If the three of you were destined to die tonight it would be in a blaze of glory and not becoming human ice pops in the abandoned flat of some unknown town.

Soap swings his head over to look at Ghost before he glances in your direction. “Fuckin’ pathetic, ain’t it?”

Your vision is blurry. Soap's figure is just as hazy as the flames he sits by. Dried blood flakes off your wrist the more you run your fingers over them. Who does it belong to? You wonder. Specs? Gunther?

“Oi!” Soap snaps his fingers in your direction. The noise lodges in your consciousness the same way the slamming of the door and the dragging of Ghost’s gear did. You uncross your eyes to stare back at Soap. “You good?”

“Do I have to answer that?” Your voice croaks. Still raw from the screaming. Man down.

“I’ve got one you can answer.” Ghost says.

Both you and Soap swing your eyes over to him. Ghost rests the back of his head against the wall. “Why don’t blind guys skydive?”

You squint at him. “Why?”

“Scares the shit out o’ their dogs.”

The answer catches you off guard. You let out a loud, barking laughter. One not easily reigned in. It feels good to breathe like this, without the weight of thirteen dead men on your chest. “Shit.” Soap says over the sound of your manic laughter. “It wasn’t that funny.”

But it is. The thought of something as absurd as Ghost telling jokes and sounding proud of them is enough to send you into another fit of giggles. Gasping and side stitching giggles where nothing else can cross your mind except for the creases around Ghost’s eyes as he stares at you.

“The lass seems to think so,” he tells Soap.

“She’s not used to a dead man like you being so openly entertaining.”

“Just because Ghost is dead doesn’t mean I’m in good spirits.” Ghost says and draws a loud groan from Soap who was still squirreled away by the fireplace.

“That one was bad, Lt. - God, that was so bad.”

“Well,” you pipe up, finally calm from your bout of laughter, “Ghost is known for his torture techniques?”

“I am?”

“Yeah, and these jokes are killing me.”

“Oh shit.” Soap doubles over in laughter. “He’s really going to kill you.”

You don’t have to glance his way to feel that icy stare tear away from Soap to rest on you. The coldness was familiar to you. It wasn’t negative, you’d quickly come to realize. Ghost existed in phantom expressions. Stares boring into parts of you like a cipher you could only figure out by being half in the grave yourself.

“Ghost wouldn’t lay a hand on me.” You say, turning towards him with a wide grin. One that draws a slow blink from him. You still catch the movement of the fabric by his lips. “Isn’t that right?”

“Why,” he asks, “do you think that?”

Because you know him. Better than anyone else on this team. Better than Soap. Better than Price. You know that slow blink was a distraction from the smirk. You know those icy stares are only partly filled with annoyance. Mainly at himself for letting a fondness grow in the ruins of his heart.  

You can’t say all that.

Not when half the unit you were leading ended up with their brains splattered all over a wall hundreds of thousands of miles from home. Not when the threat of that happening to you still hung heavy over your heart. Especially not with Soap curled up next to the fire likely to fall in out of shock if the idea that you and Ghost having the chance of being anything managed to work its way through his thick skull.

“He’s a ghost, Soap.” You say instead. “His hand would pass right through me!”

Ghost laughs. It’s the ghost of a laugh. The barest hint of a chuckle he poorly attempts to disguise as a cough but you and Soap both know he laughed.

“Lt,” Soap says, “did you just? Did you just-“

“I don’t think you want to finish that sentence, Johnny.” He sits up a little straighter. Looming over us from his spot on the wall. Threatened.

Soap holds up his hands. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

The fireplace popped, breaking any remaining tension and reminding you all of the time. Ghost announces he'll take first watch. You stare into the fire instead of making a joke about watches and dogs. Soap settled down right in front of it. Laid out, tactical gear and all. He had one hand gripping his rifle while the other was tucked under his head in place of a pillow.

“Sweet dreams.”

“Piss off.” Soap says and, moments later, there’s gentle snoring coming from the man.

Leaving you and Ghost alone to stare at one another from across the room. Both of you pressed up against a wall ready to peer out the window and take out anyone who dares to walk by.

“Maybe we should change his name to Sleeping Beauty.” You nod your head over at Soap. In all the time you’ve known him he’s never once had an issue falling asleep. “Seems more fitting.”

Ghost’s eyes slide over to Soap. You follow his gaze to watch the rise and fall of his chest. How his hand tightens around his rifle every few moments as if to remind himself that this safety belt is still there. You can’t fault him for it. There’s always been a pistol under your pillow when you sleep.

“Though,” you rest your hand on your chin. “That would require him being a beauty.”

“Not your type?” Ghosts asks.

You arch a brow and slide your own gaze back towards Ghost. He’s already staring at you. Goosebumps litter your arms. Enough to send shivers down spines. Yet there’s no denying a warmth that burrows itself in the pit of your stomach. Something hopeful. Like his bright eyes against the dark paint surrounding them. Something real compared to the phantasmic mask he insisted on wearing.

“Nah.” You shake your head. “I prefer men with a sense of humor.”

Ghost nods slowly.

Silence trickles back into the room.

“I’ve got a nickname for you.” You raise your head to look at Ghost who has shifted from leaning against the wall to resting his forearms against his knees and leaning towards you. “You said you didn’t have one back with your old team.”

“Not a real one.” Everyone in the barracks was likely to be called some variation of ‘dumbass’ or ‘fucktard.’ It had never been a defining nickname for anyone. “Not one I care repeating.”

Ghost tilts his head. The movement reminded you of a puppy. “Why not?”

You shoot him a look. He was proving to be thick-skilled in more than one way. “How does a misogynist keep himself warm?” There was a beat. “Incel-ation.”

“I’ve never understood that.”

“Do you want me to mansplain misogyny?”

You watched Ghost roll his eyes. It was a movement you’d seen a lot from him. Mainly when Soap was talking. Something done out of affection because if he was truly annoyed Ghost wouldn’t be in the room. “Misogyny.”

“Yeah,” you sigh, “it must be real hard on a big guy like you.”

Ghost’s hand came up to fiddle with his mask. “You’re an ass.” The movement displaces the shadows contrasting the harsh glow of the fireplace. This was the most light you’d seen him in. Between him talking and touching the mask you could see the slightest hint of stubble. The kind that made you think there were dark circles under that dark face paint.

You return his eye roll. Less affectionate because, unlike the hulking man across from you, you were more than willing to express your aggravation.

“I’ll give you a nickname.” He says so matter-of-factly. “One that isn’t dripping in…”

“Prejudice?” You fill in. Ghost nods and your lips twitch up into a smile. “Alright, Lieutenant, let’s see what you got.”

Soap groans loudly, rolling over, but never losing his grip. The sight of his rifle swinging over makes you slightly nervous. You trust him. You trust Ghost, too. There are just the memories of earlier lurking at the surface.

Ghost must notice the grimace on your face because he clears his throat. Once, then once more until you stopped staring at the gun and the sounds of rounds grow quiet in your mind.

“Joker.”

“Joker?” You don’t mean for it to come out as a question. The word simply took you by surprise, but Ghost took your inflection to mean dislike.

“No, that’s stupid.” He shifts positions. Almost squirming in his seat to press his back against the wall. “No one heard it. It won’t stick. Just forget about it.”

Ghost’s eyes flick away from you. Just enough to keep you in his peripheral but far enough away that you assume he’s lost interest in the conversation. A trick that works on most people in 141. He has yet to get you to fall for it. You’re too eager to get wrapped up in conversation with people to drop something that easily. You’ve spent months battering away at him. Talking even when you knew he wasn’t going to respond. So far, it seemed to be working. He held conversations with you no matter how trivial or, if Ghost truly did not feel like talking, he let you chatter on for hours at a time without so much as attempting to quiet you.

“Joker.” You test the weight of the word in your mouth once again. “Because I’m funny or because I’ve got blood on my face right now?”

Ghost sighs, loud. A strong suggestion to shut up without the bluntness of snapping at you.

You bite down softly on your lip to hide the smile pulling on them. “Joker,” you say again.

“I told you forget about-“

“Shut it,” you interrupt, “I’m testing out my new nickname.”

Chills ripple out over your skin again. The icy stare is back. A refreshing reminder that Ghost cares enough to watch you. That he’s seeing the wide smile on your face. “You like it?” He asks.

“I’d like anything you were to give me.” The thought leaves you before you truly think about it. Maybe the heat of the fireplace has warped your mind or the shock has yet to wear off and you’re settling in true mania. “Sorry, that was… I, um, I’m sorry.”

Ghost grunts. You watch a long blink but shift your eyes down to watch what can only be a phantom smirk beneath his balaclava. “‘Is fine.”

You nod silent with embarrassment.

“Get some rest, Joker.”

Your name sounds so soft falling from his lips that all you can do is follow orders. You settle down in as comfortable a position as you can manage with your gear on and turn to face him. “Goodnight, Ghost.”

He nods. “Goodnight.” Only this time it’s followed by your name, your real name, and that sounds even sweeter than you could imagine.

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500 FOLLOWERS CELEBRATION

✨REQUESTS NOW CLOSED✨

updated: 05-13-24

rules & requirements below:

i know, or at least i think, most people celebrate at 1000 followers but considering i've had this blog for nearly two years 500 followers is a big deal to me. SO to celebrate i am opening my requests. now, before you go shooting me a request please read & acknowledge the following.

RULES:

must be following me. that’s a no brainer.

first come first served basis.

i will make an announcement after i have received 10 requests that requests are closed. please DO NOT make any requests after i have closed them. they will be dismissed/deleted. so just save your request for the next celebration. AGAIN those who request off anon will be priority.

because i don't want those whose requests don't get picked or didn't make it into the 10 qualifying spots to miss out on their request i will be saving requests to roll-over into the next celebration post (which will be at 1000 followers) so don't fret! however, a REMINDER that if you make a request AFTER i closed the requests those ones will be deleted.

you may only request oneshots. i will not be accepting any series or mini series requests. however, your oneshot requests can include requesting a sequel to any standing series or oneshots i have already written. for example, 'may i request a 'where are they now' oneshot for reader & rafe in 'always you''. or 'may i request a sequel oneshot to your ransom drysdale 'leatherbound' oneshot'. but of course, feel free to request something totally new!

no naming the reader. these requests are 'reader x whoever character you request'.

also! this is a dark!fic noncon!fic account. keep in mind that when making your request that you know exactly what you're requesting & from who. no fluff, no cutesy romantic stuff (unless it goes dark), etc.

i will include a list of characters below that i will write for that you can choose from, so please pick from there. if there is someone else you have in mind that isn't on the list DM ME first to ask.

along with a list of characters, i will also list the kinks/themes i WILL NOT write about. so be extra sure to go over those because any requests that include anything from my 'will not write about' list, will be dismissed.

lastly, after i recieve 10 requests, my other series i'm currenty writing on here (Rise & I Burn) will be on a momentary pause until i complete all requests. so to my dedicated readers for those two series, i do apologize in advance, but please be patient. they will be returned to.

that's all, folks! make sure you make your request via dropping an ask (i will not accept requests via dm (dm is only if you're asking clarifying questions about characters or boundaries)). be sure to REREAD my rules, too. it doesn't hurt to double check.

happy requesting! muah😘

oona<3

CHARACTERS by fandom: those in CAPS are who i really want to write for

MARVEL: Steve Rogers | BUCKY BARNES | Loki | Thor | Erik Killmonger | Aged Up Peter Parker | Talos (a.k.a spacedaddy from Captain Marvel) | Billy Russo (The Punisher) | Deacon Frost (Blade) |

CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS: Ransom Drysdale | Andy Barber | CURTIS EVERETT | Lloyd Hansen |

OUTER BANKS: Rafe Cameron | Daddy Cameron (a.k.a Ward Cameron) |

DC: Clark Kent | Joker (Heath Ledger's joker) | KGBEAST

PEAKY BLINDERS: Thomas fucking Shelby (or any of the Shelby's) | Michael Gray |

THE BOYS: Billy Butcher | HOMELANDER | Black Noir

CALL OF DUTY: Konig | SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY

DEAD BY DAYLIGHT: Frank Morrison ('The Legion' ) | The Trapper | GhostFace | Michael Myers

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES: Stefan Salvatore | Kai Parker | Klaus Mikaelson |

DIVERGENT: ERIC | Four |

STAR WARS: Darth Maul | Darth Vader/Anakin Skywalker | Kylo Ren/Ben Solo |

VIKINGS: Rollo | RAGNAR | Hvitserk | Ubbe | Ivar | Bjorn |

HARRY POTTER: Aged Up Draco Malfoy | Aged Up Tom Riddle (don't you dare request that noseless snake version of him) | Young Sirius Black

AMERICAN ASSASSIN: Mitch Rapp | Ghost

THE WALKING DEAD: Negan | Nick Clark

MISC: Aged Up Billy Hargrove | Adrian Griffen (The Invisible Man) | Coriolanus Snow (young, not the old one, blegh) | CHASE ANDREWS | JACKSON RIPPNER | Aged Up JOSEPH DESCAMPS (Mixte) | Elwood Dalton (RoadHouse) | Aged Up Henry Bowers (IT) | Rio (Good Girls) | Roman Godfrey (Hemlock Grove) | Boys from 'The Covenant' (aged up, ofc) | Jax Teller (Sons of Anarchy) | Ajax (The Warriors, bless you if you know who this is. he is my ride or die.) | Walter Deville | Ash (No Exit) | Brahms (The Boy) | Masked Man (Hush) | The Gentleman (The Purge) | AURELIANO (Subburia) | Aged Up Nate Jacobs | The Predator | Reggie Kray (Legend) | Chayton Dockery (Sneaky Pete) |

WILL NOT WRITE ABOUT: these either weird me out or bore me & for me to produce my best work for you i ask that you not request any of the below

a/b/o themes | lactation kinks | dd/lg kinks | real life celebrities | monster fucking (does not include aliens or vampies) | ghost/demon fucking | race play | dp kinks | anal play (generic anal is fine, but anything more is a no from me) | cum eating | basement wife themes | sexual slavery themes | convenience noncon (this is specific to me so you deffo won't know what that is so if you're curious, please ask) | breeding kinks | pregnancy non con | bimbo reader | underage reader/characters | sex pollen themes | blood-related incestual themes | cuckholding kinks | age gaps where reader is 22 or younger |

SPOTS:

1. alt!reader x rafe cameron one shot COMPLETED

2. untouched!reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends) COMPLETED

3. reader x rafe cameron one shot (best friends boyfriend/roommate) COMPLETED

4. 'the night shift' reader x stefan salvatore sequel one shot COMPLETED

5. romani!reader x soft!roman godfrey one shot COMPLETED

6. ‘always you’ reader x rafe cameron sequel one shot COMPLETED

7. ex!reader x rafe cameron one shot (on the run w kid) COMPLETED

8. untouched!reader x stalker!rafe cameron one shot COMPLETED

9. amnesiac!reader x rafe cameron one shot COMPLETED

10. pogue!reader x rafe cameron one shot (kidnapped) COMPLETED

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Call of Duty Franchise Master list

Advanced Warfare:

Jack Mitchell

Gideon

Joker

Black Ops 1/2/3/4/Cold War:

Alex Mason

David "Section" Mason

Dating David "Section" Mason will Include

Jason Hudson

Frank Woods

Modern Warfare (2009-2013): Original Timeline

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male Reader Headcanon

John "Soap" MacTavish

John Price

Sandman

Truck

Grinch

Derek "Frost" Westbrook

Modern Warfare (2019-2022): Reboot Timeline

Alejandro Vargas

Philip Graves

Rodolfo Parra

Ghosts:

Logan Walker

David "Hesh" Walker

Keegan P. Russ

Kick

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Ships

Week Ending February 5th, 2024

Huskerdust Husk & Angel Dust, Hazbin Hotel

Percabeth +1 Percy Jackson & Annabeth Chase, the Percy Jackson universe

Ineffable Husbands -1 Aziraphale & Crowley, Good Omens

Sonadow +11 Sonic & Shadow, Sonic the Hedgehog

Chaggie +2 Charlie Morningstar & Vaggie, Hazbin Hotel

Satosugu -2 Gojo Satoru & Geto Suguru, Jujutsu Kaisen

Hannigram +1 Hannibal Lecter & Will Graham, Hannibal

Zosan -3 Roronoa Zoro & Vinsmoke Sanji, One Piece

Radioapple Lucifer Morningstar & Alastor, Hazbin Hotel

Ghostsoap -1 Simon “Ghost” Riley & John “Soap” MacTavish, the Call of Duty franchise

Steddie Steve Harrington & Eddie Munson, Stranger Things

Staticradio Alastor & Vox, Hazbin Hotel

Jegulus James Potter & Regulus Black, the Harry Potter universe

Narilamb -4 Narinder & the Lamb, Cult of the Lamb

Soukoku +4 Nakahara Chuuya & Dazai Osamu, Bungou Stray Dogs

Farcille +4 Falin Touden & Marcille Donato, Dungeon Meshi

Shuake Ren Amamiya/Joker & Goro Akechi, Persona 5

Cherrisnake Cherri Bomb & Sir Pentious, Hazbin Hotel

Destiel -13 Dean Winchester & Castiel, Supernatural

Astarion x Tav -3 Astarion & Tav, Baldur's Gate 3

The number in italics indicates how many spots a ship moved up or down from the previous week. Bolded ships weren’t on the list last week.

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Waffles Masterlist

Here is my MASTERLIST for everything I write, so it is easier to find what y’all are lookin’ for! Hope it helps! :)

Call Of Duty: Modern Warfare II

JOKER - Task Force 141 ! Platonic X Fem Reader: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

Forgotten Keys - Soap MacTavish x Reader

TASK FORCE 141!PLatonic x Medic!FtM!Reader - REQUESTED

Simon Ghost Riley x Fem!Assassin!Reader - REQUESTED (Reader has a young Child) PART TWO!

TASK FORCE 141! Platonic x Young!Reader - REQUESTED / Little Nightmares Cross Over

HANDS - Ghost / Soap / Gaz / Price X Reader - Drabble (it’s not letting me link it :’(

Other Fandoms:

**Will Add To In Future**

Bat Fam ! Platonic x Male ! Reader - Family

Requests: HIATUS

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🎈 Requests Closed! 🎈

What I do write:

- Gay, MLM, NBLNB, or NBLM only

-X Cis Male Reader

-X FTM Male Reader

-X NB / Gender neutral Reader

I WILL NOT write for x fem aligned

-Stranger Things

Eddie Munson

Steve Harrigston

Billy Hargrove

Jonathan

-Marvel

Thor

The Hulk

Iron Man

Wolverine

Black Panther

Caption America

Dr Strange

Deadpool

Loki

Vision

Shang Chi

Eddie Brock

Hawkeye

Ant Man

Star Lord

-DBH

Connor

Hank

Markus

Elijah Kamski

Open to more requests of characters (no nsfw of these characters)

-DC

Bruce Wayne (Comics)

Batman (Comics)

Superman

Aquaman

Joker

Open to more requests of different characters

-Star Wars

Obi-Wan

Anakin Skywalker

Luke Skywalker

-Batman Movie (2022)

The Batman

Bruce Wayne

The Riddler

-JJBA

Literally most characters

Jotaro X Kakyoin (The only character x character I’ll do)

-HxH

Chrollo

-Demon Slayer

Giyu

Rengoku

Tengen Uzui

Muichiro Tokito

Sanemi Shinazugaws

Open to more requests!

-COD

Simon “Ghost” riley

John Price

John “Soap” Mactavish

Gary “Roach” Sanderson

I can write for tons of characters, so even if someone isn’t on the list feel free to request! I may not know who they are, but I’ll do my best!

Things I WILL write:

-Smut (18+ CHARACTERS ONLY)

BDSM

(Aka Open to writing most kinks that I’m comfortable with.)

-Lime

-Fluff

-Angst

Comfortable with writing SH recovery, Mentions of past abuse, or past attempts of suicide. I’m also open to writing mentions of Homophobia or Transphobia (like bullying n’ stuff.)

-Headcannons

-Poly Relationship

-Specific Requests

-Unspecific Request (Still need character and Gender)

Things I WON’T write:

Non Con

18+ X 18-

Generally messed up stuff.

Racist, Transphobic, and Homophobic shit

Abusive Relationships

Some Character X Character

Non LGBTQ writing (I’m a gay man, so I write Gay stuff 🤷‍♂️)

Yandere characters or readers

Smut of IRL people (actors playing roles are okay)

When Requesting PLEASE include…

-Name of Character(s)

-Gender (FTM, Cis Male, or NB)

-Type of reader: Disabled, Chubby, Plus sized, Shorter, Taller, POC, Smart, Dumb, Clumsy, etc! (This isn’t required)

-Scenarios! (I prefer this!)

-Maximum of 4 Characters per story, 6 for headcannons.

-If your character if on multiple season of a show (example JJBA) PLEASE specify which season of the character you’d like me to write about.

Post Times!

I am disabled and have extreme fatigue, so sometimes my posting may come to a halt, but right now, I’m going to try to get out a few stories this week (if I get requests). I am also working on a slightly longer story so that’s exciting!

Byye Byee!!