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[bisexuallilapitts]

I love you shows with 50+ episodes, I love you shows with filler episodes, I love you shows that aired over 5 years+, I love you shows that weren't unexpectedly cancelled after one season because they didn't reach an unattainable goal, I love you prestreaming shows

#ray talks #the fact most shows hit 100 episodes in 5 seasons before streaming and now you're lucky if you get 50 episodes with 5 seasons

[tacticaldiary]

omg saw your post and yes i’d love to see jealous fic with any of the cod men, especially simon >>>>>

Jealousy, Jealousy

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader

Genre: Hurt/Comfort ; Jealousy

He's not a man who acts impulsively, but this might be the one time he throws caution to the wing and takes the one thing he wants.

A/N: Ghost won by a massive majority so here he is! (I read all of your asks, just chose this one to link the fic to!)

Masterlist

He was an enigma.

Quick to act and as observant as a cat on the field, Ghost picked up the smallest of details and clicked them all together in his head in milliseconds. Acting quickly and efficiently could be the distinction between life and death, after all.

So why the hell wasn't he as observant now?

She had spent months and months dropping hints. Lingering touches, secret smiles. At times, she might as well have told him up front how she fancied him with how she acted, but never once had Ghost reciprocated properly.

"Ya joining us, aren't ya?" Soap grins at her as they walk out of their respective locker rooms together. "Won't be the same without someone to go easy on the eyes." He snickers when she scoffs, nudging him with an elbow.

"I'll be there." She's unable to hold back a smile when he cheers and slings an arm around her shoulders.

From the corner of her eye, she catches Ghost on the far side of the hallway. He must not have gotten a chance to shed his gear yet. He's talking to Price, both of them engaged in what looks like a serious conversation, but every so often his eyes flitter over to her and Soap...more intense than usual?

It strikes her as odd, the heat behind his glances and a sneaking suspicion creeps into her mind. Grinning to herself, she wraps an arm around Soap's waist and tugs him closer while they walk, listening to him talk about the bar everyone plans to hit tonight.

His spine straightens and she swears she sees his arms tense, folded across his chest.

But he says nothing, Simply turns back to Price and doesn't spare her another glace when they walk by.

At this point, she just wants him to either confirm or reject her so she can get out of this eternal limbo of dancing back and forth. She knows he feels the same way to some degree, that much is clear to her. The way he sits next to her for hours when she gets injured on call and has to recover in the medbay, the rest of the 141 gone, late into the night.

She sees it in the way he has no problem guiding her by a warm hand on the small of her back, the way his eyes are the first to flicker to her mouth whenever she talks during a debriefing.

The interest it there, and it certainly isn't platonic. Not with the intensity of the tension between them.

Yet he never acts.

Never accepts her advances, but never pushes her away or rejects her either.

It was driving her crazy.

Fine. If he wanted to keep playing this strange game, he could keep doing so. It doesn't mean that she has to go along with it. She deserved to have some fun after their particularly gruelling mission too, right?

                                  · · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

The club is a new one, not yet broken in by the tradition of the team winding down after a deployment. Old school wooden bars and stool mixed with a modern twist of sleek decor, she rather likes it.

Strapped in a dress that had been in her closet for months unused, she makes herself forget about her back and forth with Ghost and just...enjoy herself.

Soap had been on her the second she entered, waving her over, Gaz pushing a drink into her hand with a cheeky smile. Price nurses a glass of whiskey by the bar. The only one she doesn't see is Ghost.

Sitting over at the bar listening to the boys go back and forth over what type of alcohol they preferred, she's mulling over whether to head to the floor. Deciding against it she waves the bartender over and asks for a refill.

"Put that on my tab." A man slides into the stool next to her, offering her a smile.

"Are you sure?" She asks, straightening up. The first thing she notices is that he's attractive. A strong jaw, lean and rich brown skin.

"Positive." He chuckles. "It'd be my honour to buy a drink for someone as gorgeous as you." His eyes rake over her once, before he drags them back to her eyes confidently.

The attention makes heat creep up her ears, not because it was particularly new, she's not a stranger to lingering glances, but because it's so blatant. Something tells her this man is not used to getting told no.

Not that she has any intention to do so.

She catches Price's eye, a silent raise of an eyebrow asking if she needed any help. Tired of mulling over someone who refused to reciprocate, she gives her Captain a subtle shake of the head and turns her body towards the man.

It makes her heart warm, how much Price cares about her and the others outside of them being his subordinates. There has to be a certain level of trust between people personally for them to completely trust each other on the field, and trust was something integral to all of them.

He introduces himself as Noah and strikes up a conversation that genuinely keeps her engaged. She's surprised to find out he watches her favourite show, and they share quite a few common interests.

While he's talking about what he does for a living, she feels a shiver run up her spine, eyes at the back of her head.

Looking around the room, it's not difficult to pinpoint the perpetrator.

Ghost looks...well, he look good, he always does, but there's a tightness to his posture like she saw back in that hallway with Soap. His jaw is ticked as he glares at Noah.

His eyes soften the barest bit when they meet hers.

No. No, she wasn't doing this right now. She was having fun with Noah right now, not thinking about Simon striding over towards her, pulling her up and out of the stool. That would not happen, she knows it. He wouldn't act on whatever was getting him riled up.

So she keeps talking to Noah, and yes, maybe she is being a little more animated than before. Perhaps she is giving him wider, flirtier smiles and leaning into him when he talks. Maybe her laughs are louder and her maybe she does place a hand on his arm once or twice but it's all because she would rather throw herself into this conversation than think about the other man staring holes into the back of her head.

At one point, Noah leans in close to her ear. "I can tell I have you impressed. What do you say I show you what other aspects of my shining...personality in a more private place?" He winks.

Simon wouldn't have been this forward, she thinks. He would've...what? Would he have taken his time with her? Bought her more than a single drink? He wasn't one for small talk so maybe he'd skip it altogether and...why on Earth was she thinking about that? Frustration bubbles up inside her as she berates herself for getting lost in her head again. None of that would happen because-...well, he wasn't even there anymore, wasn't leaning near the bar where he'd been staring at her.

See? He didn't care enough to act otherwise. His absence proves it.

So with the desperate need to distract herself, she smiles at Noah. "You're just full of good ideas, aren't you?" She says, standing to smooth the wrinkles in her dress. Noah joins her, a hand to the small of her back, leading her away from the bar (she's not thinking about how Simon's hands are bigger, warmer, and rougher-).

"She's busy." If the familiar gruff voice didn't stop her in her track, the hand circling her wrist definitely did.

"Excuse me?" Noah retorts, eyes narrowing. He has to look up to meet Simon's eyes, looking between him and the hand on her wrist. "And who are you?" He snips, and she's a little surprised at the sudden nasty tone of voice. So much so, she frowns at him and steps out of his hold, coincidentally closer to Simon.

"None of your business." Simon's anger is subtle, but there, like the growl of a dog before he bites, and she'd be lying if it didn't make her shiver.

"I do think it's my business. We were just leaving." Noah goes to grab her, but Simon tugs her into his side, putting himself between them.

"I'm going to tell you to get lost once. The consequences of whether you choose to listen or not are gonna be on you, mate." His accent is thicker when he's talking as low as he is, and Noah must have the sense to heed the threat lacing his words because he grits his jaw and walks out the doors alone, muttering curses under his breath as he leaves.

She's...well, she's stunned at the display of...whatever that was. His hand hasn't left her wrist. In fact, he doesn't speak to her, just pulls her along to a more secluded part of the bar, the hallway that leads to the restrooms. Music fades into the background and chatter recedes until it's just the two of them.

"What is it, Simon?" She sighs, yanking her hand free. "What was that about?"

"You were just gonna leave with him?" He asks incredulously. "Without knowing where the hell he was taking you or giving someone else a location to find you? Are you daft?" She bristles at the chiding.

"Are you fucking with me?" She blinks up with him. "I'm a grown ass woman, Simon. I can make my own calls."

"Doesn't mean they're good ones."

"What is your problem?!" She exclaims, and the months of dwelling frustration finally come pouring out. "I don't know what you want from me. I'm not going to pretend that I'm not...that I don't like you because I've made it pretty damn clear that I do, and I think you know that too. You do nothing but watch, and I'm sick of it." She shoves his chest, huffing when he doesn't budge. Keeping her hands where they are, she balls them into fists. "How fucking dare you try and act all possessive now when you barely have the balls to choose between rejecting me and getting closer! How dare you try and get in the way when you-"

"Bloody hell, woman." He cuts in with a low growl, and he moves so suddenly she doesn't register him tugging his mask up to his nose and crashing his lips over hers. A strong arm circles her waist, walks her backwards until he back hits the walls and closes the gap between their bodies.

God, she's so glad she didn't go home with Noah.

It's intoxicating.

He's intoxicating.

He doesn't stop until she's breathless, until he's all consuming in her thoughts. When he pulls back, barely a centimetre, she can hear him whisper over the humming in her ears.

"That close enough for you, love?" He says lowly, his breath ghosting over her lips. "Think I got my stance on you across?"

She swallows, steadying her breathing, feeling herself flush. He's all muscle and power against her body, better than what she thought he'd feel like.

"I don't know." She hums. "You might have to show me again so I can be sure."

His small huff of amusement makes her smile giddily before he kisses her again, and all feel right in the world., the tightness in her chest settling down.

Who knew jealousy could lead to such a sweet end to the night?

"Steamin' Jesus!" A Scottish drawl breaks them apart, she clutches onto Simon like she's just been caught doing something bad. Soap whoops out a laugh and eyes the both of them victoriously at the both of them before striding back out of the hallway, calling out; "Gaz, ya' owe me ten bucks!"

"Fucking hell." She giggles when Simon's head drops to her shoulder.

Requests Are Open!

(20/06/2023)

#ray talks #fanfic #fanfiction #ghost call of duty #ghost #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost simon riley #ghost mw2 #ghost x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw22 #cod mw x reader #mw2 fanfic #mw2 x reader #mw2022 #soap mw2 #cod #kyle gaz garrick #cod mwii #cod x reader #cod headcanons #soap cod #mw2 #modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 2 #modern warfare x reader #modern warfare price

[starless-nightz]

#ray talks #rays edit #arlecchino #arlecchino x reader

[y0unginhumans]

hi everypony, u may ask urself where is buwan

here

[ID: Discord message. October 11. Buwan says "Yeah, it's happening- Gonna type out the message to screenshot." Bolded. "Hey, so I kind of lost the login to my Tumblr." Unbolded. "And I will probably find it eventually, but I'm not gonna be available for a while until then. If I can't find it, I'll be sure to say then./End ID]

#ray talks

[memray]

sometimes i think about contraception in bg3 for shits and giggles and i just thought of something to do with gale

i kinda headcanoned that the orb impacted his fertility in some way, not necessarily a long term affect however (kinda like what can happen with chemo), so imagine tav who can get pregnant just kinda assuming gale is just infertile because they’ve not had any pregnancy scares on the road and then gale’s orb gets removed and a few months into living together in waterdeep tav starts getting symptoms and then is like “wait a damn minute…” and it turns out the orb just fucked with gale down there too

anyways that’s how gale and virvan ended up with their first daughter robin, she was a complete accident and surprise because neither of them really planned or thought much on having kids together

#ray talks #i might draw a little comic of virvan confronting gale about this #bg3 #bg3 gale #gale x tav #bg3 headcanons #gale headcanons #gale of waterdeep #baldurs gate 3 #gale dekarios #bg3 gale dekarios #bg3 gale of waterdeep

[peachtea-and-sage]

Yes yes follow me

Yes yes let me follow you

Yes yes let me follow you back

Yes yes lets you follow me back

Yes yes let be mutals

Hahahah *evil laugh*

#boop #tumblr #meme #ray talks #mutals #rttrash #rvb #red vs blue #achievement hunter #gavin free #michael jones #jjba #homestuck #rvb wash #the magnus archives

[lokasae]

Did a rune reading with Loki yesterday where I was asking him who a particular figure who appeared to me was

He more or less confirmed it was another aspect of Sigyn, but I made the mistake of asking for even more confirmation

At which point he shifted gears entirely and proceeded to try to convince me it was actually just Thor in a dress

I'm still giggling about it because of how implausible it was compared to something like the events in Þrymskviða

#me: was it sif? #loki: no it was THOR what don't you understand? #lokean #heathenry #norse pagan #ray talks

[tinyweasel]

where do you get your sippy cups?

#agere #agere sfw #sfw agere #agere community #agere blog #ray talks

[ray-talks]

2/12/24

i binged over the weekend.

i resumed restriction today. it's odd. when i let go and binge, it does not bring me happiness -- not even momentarily, rather it feels like extreme desperation, an unraveling of sorts. i became overwhelmed with this sense of emptiness, and it was painful in a way that was unbearable. i held this belief that i am pursuing suffering; but this made me realize, i do not want to suffer, not like this at least. what i truly want is suffering that i can control, that i can inflict upon myself. i don't want to be subjected to a helpless suffering, one that is boundless and out of my control. when i hurt myself, it is familiar, even comforting, it doesn't actually hurt me -- even though, it technically does. when i self-harm, when i starve, when i isolate, it's what comes naturally to me, like it is who i am. i am self-destructive. that's my nature.

i think when things become out of control, the uncertainty frightens me. i don't want to face life and the consequences of being human, so i never try to better myself. i never have to confront what is unknown, and i never have to put myself on the line to be disappointed. letting myself eat means that i don't have to technically have to follow my goal -- it means i could change, and so many options open up. but i don't want that. when i chase after getting worse, it means that everything becomes simple. i have only one path to follow. i don't have to try. i only have to go along with it. i am a weak, single-minded person. life is too hard; therefore, i don't try to live it.

i only foresee a specific future for myself, and i am resigned to it. i have to keep to this path of mine. i don't want to stray from it. i don't want to find a new one. this is all i can do.

i am upset. i wish i could act how i wish. i want to be in control.

i will note that this is my 100th post. but, that is all i have left to say for the day.

#ray talks #tw ana diary #mental health diary #tw restrictive ed #ed not ed sheeran

[pimpin-not-simpin-val]

“ Thanks for the love, see more of me in the future~ ”

๑‿︵‿୨ RAY INTERMISSION ୧‿︵‿๑

Thank you guys for blowing this up so quickly! Keep harassing the moth!

#50 likes #tumblr milestone #thank you #ray intermission #mod speaks #mod stuff #ray talks #hazbin valentino #valentino hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel valentino #valentino #hazbin ask blog #hazbin #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel ask blog #ask blog #send asks

[bisexuallilapitts]

the true highs (somehow ending up shipping Gabriel and Beelezbub, a healthy beginning to a wlw romance, non-binary representation) always come with the lowest lows (the last few minutes of episode 6)

#good omens 2 spoilers #good omens 2 #good omens spoilers #good omens #gos2 spoilers #non tua #ray talks

[tacticaldiary]

"There's no strong female characters!", "Give us complex women!", "We want to see a range of female personality!"

They gave you Abby Anderson. Nina Zenik. Annabeth Chase. Shauna Sadecki.

It's been a gruelling fight to get crumbs of what we want, but frankly you don't deserve them. You don't deserve them if you're going to call for complexity, then whine about how they're too 'complicated'. How those women are 'too much' and 'not enough' at the same time. How they could have been better, how they should have been changed.

You hate Abby for being too strong, you hate Nina for being too forward, you hate Annabeth for being a leader, you hate Shauna for being a child.

You're given women that are complex, that are morally grey, that can't be stamped with a 'good' or 'bad', and how do you treat them? No, even better, how do you treat the people that advocate for them?

It's fine for the men to be morally gray, but God forbid a woman step into that role like you asked.

I'm sick, and I'm so tired, and this is exactly why I love writing morally grey women. Strong women, women that are unapologetic and powerful.

Grow up.

#ray talks #rants #you got what you asked for then reject it? #makes me sick #tlou #nina zenik #six of crows #yellowjackets #shauna shipman #annabeth chase #percy jackson #abby anderson

[starless-nightz]

I no longer write for show PJO, only book PJO

#ray talks #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians x reader #percy jackson x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo x reader

[y0unginhumans]

this is why we can never DO ANYTHING NICE

ft @trubblegumm @less-depresso-more-espresso i dont even know if val is gonna play

#ray talks

[memray]

i love reading fanfics that have a slight focus on gale and explore how he was viewed by the denizens of waterdeep

one i read recently explored how gale may have been a complete bastard due to mystra’s treatment of him before the events of bg3 and its such an interesting take on it

#ray talks #i will also say this fic is very cathartic for me to read because of what has happened to me in my life #bg3 #baldurs gate 3 #bg3 gale dekarios #bg3 gale of waterdeep #gale bg3 #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #bg3 gale

[peachtea-and-sage]

Maybe now I won't be afraid to talk to.my mutals ?????

#boop #tumblr #mutals #ray talks