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the-coffee-fandom · 2 years

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For @tim-drake-is-underrated Happy Birthday 💜💜💜

Marinette: *sighs*

Tim: What's wrong?

Marinette: Do you think I'll get a significant other before prom?

Tim: *slightly taken aback* Well of course. Who wouldn't want to be with you?

Marinette: *blushes and looks down, twiddling her fingers*

Tim: What's this about Mari?

Marinette: *shrugs* I just... In the halls there was this group teasing someone because they didn't have a date. Of course, having a date isn't all that important and you should be happy with yourself no matter the relationship status...but also...I do want to go with someone special.

Tim: *nods in understanding and puts his hand over hers* I absolutely understand. But hey, you have three years to get there. And whatever's left of this year. You'll find someone.

Marinette: *smiles softly at Tim* Thank you Tim *kisses his cheek* I have to go now, class is soon.

Tim: *nods slightly dumbstruck*

Marinette: *collects her stuff* see you later Tim

Tim: *puts hand to spot she kissed while watching her leave*

*Bell Rings*

-After school that day-

Tim: *rushes down the steps* Marinette! Wait up!

Marinette: *stops at the bottom for him* Oh sorry Tim

Tim: *chuckles* All good. I just wanted to ask you something?

Marinette: *nods* go ahead

Tim: *takes a deep breath* What if, if neither of us gets a date to prom we go with each other instead? That way neither of us will be lonely and you are the best company to have around and it'll be perfect.

Marinette: *takes a moment to process his rushed out words* You want to go to prom with me?

Tim: *nods* If you dont get a date before prom, I'll be your date.

Marinette: *thinks about it* ok deal. If neither of us gets asked to go to the prom we have to go with each other instead.

Tim: *grins* Deal

Marinette: *giggles* Ok well I'll see you tomorrow Tim. Thank you.

-3 years later-

Steph: *falls into chair in front of Marinette with a sigh*

Marinette: *stops eating lunch to look up* Hey Steph. What's wrong?

Steph: *sighs and outs head on the table* I asked Tim to go to prom with me. Can you believe it? He already has a date! And he won't tell me who!

Marinette: *surprised* He does?

Steph: I know right? Super unexpected! Usually they make these big proposals and you just know who's going together. There was nothing like that for him. How is anyone supposed to know the tea! Who is the mysterious person he's going with?!? You're close to him. Who is it.

Marinette: *leans backward slightly as Steph leans forward* I haven't heard anything about any dates nor him being asked to prom.

Steph: huh strange. Has he asked you?

Marinette: *shakes head no*

Steph: huh crazy. Well I guess we'll see who the lucky person is at prom. Maybe him and Bernard hooked back up? Maybe he finally realized Kon trails him like a puppy? You're already checked off the list....oh this is such a fun mystery!

Marinette: *nods distractedly* yeah

Marinette: I have to get to class, I'll see you later?

Steph: *nods* course!

-After school-

Marinette: *catches up to Tim and walks next to him*

Tim: Oh hey Mari

Marinette: Hey! You missed lunch?

Tim: Im sorry, got caught up in work.

Marinette: *nods in understanding* that's ok I understand.

Tim: *smiles*

Marinette: Sooo.... You remember our deal?

Tim: The one we've made every year since we came to high school?

Marinette: Yes that one.

Tim: Of course. Why do you bring it up? Have you been asked out yet?

Marinette: *pulls books closer to chest* No. I was just wondering if you had?

Tim: *shakes his head no* Afraid not. Guess I'm not as popular as I'd like to think I am *smirks doopely* Guess I'm going with you this year, if you don't wanna back out of course.

Marinette: no no of course not!

Tim: *chuckles* Good, I'll see you later Mari

Marinette: *nods and watches him leave*

Marinette: *the second his cars out of sight, turns on heel and rushes over to table Adrien, Luka, Kagami, Steph, Cass, and Jon were at

Marinette: *slams hands on table*

Marinette: Guys I think Tim has a crush on me?

Everyone: *looks at her deadpanned*

Kagami: That was blatantly obvious.

Everyone: *nods in agreement*

Marinette: *sputters*

Adrien: I mean...I thought you guys were in a relationship and just trying to hide it very badly?

Luka: *holds out hand*

Jon and Adrien: *pulls cash out their pockets and hands it over*

Marinette: were you betting on us?

Steph: oh absolutely.

Marinette: Weren't you trying to go out with him?

Cass: *tilts head*

Steph: *chuckles* Nah I'm going with Cass. I just wanted to see if he was going with you so I could win

Marinette: ....another bet?

Cass: *nods*

Luka: We're betting if you'll get together before or during prom for those who hadn't betted that you were already together.

Jon: *crosses arms and sulks* Can't believe I lost

Adrien: *pats his shoulder* there there we'll take the walk of shame together

Marinette: So...Tim does like me?!

Kagami: Obviously

Cass: *nods sharply once*

Marinette: *runs hands through hair* ok...I have to go now

-Night of prom-

*knock on door*

Marinette: *opens door revealing Tim dressed in a nice suit with a large bouquet*

Tim: *nervously hands her flowers*

Marinette: *snaps out of shock* Oh tim...these are beautiful. Thank you you didn't have to

Tim: Its my pleasure. You deserve only the best.

Marinette: *clears throat* Tim...

Tim: *face falls* you have a date don't you...

Marinette: no! I mean yes but uh no er

Tim: Its ok...im sorry ill just go

Marinette: *grabs his wrist* No. Dont leave. *You* are my date.

Tim: *tilts head in confusion*

Marinette: You know...if you wanted to go with me, you just had to ask? You didn't have to make that crazy deal. I would have said yes.

Tim: How long have you known...

Marinette: This afternoon

Tim: Oh.

Marinette: Steph told me you rejected her because you already had a date.

Tim: I'm sorry Marinette..

Marinette: Dont be. Its..sweet. Im glad I get to go with you.

Tim: So you...

Marinette: *smiles doopely* yeah. I like you too. A lot.

Tim: May I kiss you?

Marinette: Absolutely

#maribat #mlb x dc #timari #fanfiction #dc x mlb #maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat tim drake wayne #writing #my writing #prom #writing prompt #incorrect quotes #fluff #no angst sadly

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bbonbonss · 8 months

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✶ Striker decides he's running away from home and tells Stolas who ends up wanting to join him ✶

#helluva boss #helluva fanart #stolas #helluva boss striker #art #a #anyways sadly this runaway is cut short and they get into a lot of trouble #i still...have to draw the angst its so sad #but so good

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kandavers · 29 days

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you have that one amazingly angsty drawing of radioapple. It’s the one where Luci says “you can break my heart, it’s only yours to break” or something like that and alastor admits that they are only in a relationship because he has ulterior motives. What are his motives?

btw it literally made me SOB. Love your art sm <3

Oh, to be completely honest I did not think that far! I just wanted to project HAHAHA

If I were to think of something on the spot, said "motive" would probably be: he wants to Take Over Hell, and what better way to do that than to strike the Ruler himself?

...something like that. Not very set on it, but yeah!

#alastor wouldnt have told #lucifer he had ult motives if he didnt care about him even a little bit #kanrambles #ask #radioapple #secret story in the tags #when i was with my disgusting ex i said the same thing lucifer did.#oh how i was so madly in love with him.#sadly for my case he *did* ruthlessly break my heart.#i might even say my heart was shattered!#so that angst comic was just me going “what if he just told me he was going to hurt me? would i feel any better about it?”#that comic ended on a sliiiightly hopeful note too because some people in the reply said #so yeah!#i'm hopeful too #i'm not evil #i dont want lucifer to go through the same hurt i did.#sometimes i thank god that im not depressed or else that would have been the last youve seen of me tbh 💀#alastor and lucifer will continue to love one another #they'll get the love i deserved but never got :')

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just-more-pr0mts · 5 months

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Danny was not here.

It's the only way he could describe how he felt. He was walking, talking and breathing. But it wasn't him, yet it was? It was all so complicated and confusing.

He was supposed to be walking, talking and breathing with his his family, his mom and dad, his sisters dani and Jazz. He was supposed to be walking, talking and breathing with his friends, Tucker and Sam.

But he wasn't he was sitting at the end of an extravagant table where he had been all of his life.

Danny was walking, talking and breathing in someone else's body. He felt like a spectator of his own life life he was in a fever dream. But it wasn't his life. Yes he was controlling how he moved and how he spoke, he wasn't possessed after all, yet it felt as if he were.

He was walking down halls he's been in for years, knowing the layout like the back of his hand, yet it all looked so new.

He was talking to people, his siblings and parents who he'd been through hell and back with and knew what made them tick, but he struggled to recognize them as they waved hello.

He was breathing in air that reeked of death , air that tasted like the electricity of the portal air that was so polluted you hardly ever saw the moon at night yet he'd been breathing it in all his life and yet never before.

Aka

Danny wasnt able to save his planet from the asteroid, and in that fiasco he gets thrown into an alternate version of himself that grew up in Gotham with the wayne family (can be twin au or whatever) and now he's stuck there pretending like his danny as he has old Danny's memories.

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bluerosefox · 1 year

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Twins AU BUT WITH ANGST!

So I'm writing for the Twins story rn (snails pace of small updates and working on it but it's going) and an idea struck me and I wanna share it and bring it all the DP x DC and Twins AU lovers attention cause were missing out on some PRIME ANGST. (BAD Mom Talia ahead btw, I normally like her in the grey areas but this time, bad mom) (also I LOVE some good Angst.)

So we all know that Talia had Damian cloned right? And later that clone killed Damian. What if, now hear me out, after that (when Damian is brought back to life) what if she tried to use another clone (only not aged up so they’re at Damian age) to coax Damian back into the League and that he can use the clone as a replacement for Danyal (Danny), its her ‘gift’ of trying to give him back his twin.

Can you imagine the feral outrage, insulted anger or heartbreak he'd have over that. He didn’t care much about the first clone cause it had his eyes but this one has Danyal’s blue eyes. Especially if Damian does care for Danny and doesn't want to hide that anymore now that hes not in the League and he can freely talk about his twin without being hushed up (but hasn't been able to due to his own complex emotions over missing his twin). Can you imagine the after emotions after Damian verbally tearing into his mother for such an insult against his twins memory and life and defeating the mindless doll like clone (Taila made it so it'll follow Damian's orders with no fuss should he come back, she ended its life once they left Gotham, another failure it seems) and Bruce asking 'Who is Danyal, Damian?'.

AND THEN CAN YOU IMAGINE THE NUCLEAR MELTDOWN OR RAGE HE'LL HAVE IF HE SEES DANNY. Like Danny is in Gotham for something (class trip? One of his Rouges sneaking to Gotham? A ghost fight taking him there and is sight seeing in his human form now that its over? Sam taking him as her Plus 1 for a social event (Dating? Best friends? Danny being cool with being used as an (entitled, dumb, rich, elite) heir repellent for Sam? [Side note: ALSO DP fans we need to really play with that idea more, Sam comes from money her parents would totally want her with a powerful rich heir, which she would HATE and would totally ask her friends to be her Elitist Heir Repellent] Idk any one is good. Her parents hating that cause they planned to have her 'single' for some of the elite heirs) and Danny gets his face decked hard or his head gets nearly chopped off by a katana.

And when he looks at who did it he's surprised to see someone who looks nearly like him but when green eyes being held back by a few other guys (Dick and Jason)

Does Danny have his memories? Does he remember Damian? Or has he hoped to never see his brother again after all these years? Idk it's open for anyone to pick and choose the plot, I'm just throwing the idea out into the sea and waiting to see if anyone wants to try nibbling at it.

Do they discover the actual truth? Does Damian despise Danny the entire time? Does it go away when the Bats find proof that Danny isn't a clone (online media showing pictures of him growing up in a small town called Amity Park)? Does Damian take note that despite them looking so much alike, Damian is more leaning towards Bruce's body type in the future, while Danny's is leaner/more runnerish (mainly due to their fighting styles/what they fight)? Which is a huge difference from the last clone that was merely a copy paste of Damian but with blue eyes. Idk.

[Small side note: normally in the Twins stories Talia is the one that saves Danny if he dies/sent away, if it's bad mom Talia, who saves him? Maybe have Clockwork save Danny, cause he knows Danny's future is Phantom and later King]

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lynnlovesthestars · 4 months

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Serendipity.

Pairing: Astarion x OC (Lynn, changeling.)

Genre: fluff? idk not gonna lie..

Warnings: blood sucking, messy kisses?, my messy writing is a warning by itself.. honestly not much..

wc: 1.7k? fairly short but it was a blurb i accidentally wrote at 3 am.

summary: astarion was supposed to have a meal and ended up catching feelings- or something like that.

AN: as i said its messy, maybe i should have sent it to someone to beta read it but also my therapist told me to not give a shit n post.. anyways i hope it was somewhat good cause im low on motivation lately ahah!\

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Lynn and Astarion had built a small feeding routine over the few weeks they had started traveling together, where the changeling would offer him blood a few times a week when he didn’t get injured.

The changeling didn't expect to be so affected by their little plan. It was supposed to be easy: feeding and leaving, nothing more and nothing less. So how did he end up in a weird tangle of emotions?

Lynn had forbidden himself from feeling anything but anger, yet he couldn't stop his heart from going batshit crazy whenever the two Were close.

That day Lynn had been feeling cold, as the lack of sun in the underdark would expect, the reason why, when Astarion looked for him that night, he had found the changeling in a cocoon of blankets reading a book.

“I hope you’ll share that novel with me.” He chuckled as he stepped closer, crouching next to the bundle of blankets that was Lynn.

The changeling had not heard him as he sneaked in, and it became obvious when he had jolted up. “Gods you scared me” He held a hand to his chest as he heavily panted.

“Sorry, my precious” He smiled.

Lynn didn't like to admit how Astarion’s sweet names affected him, they had been growing closer though he wished for more.

Anyway, it was in these moments, when silence would dawn on the two, that Astarion would feel the ghost of his heart fluttering, jumping to his throat as he noticed those little details about Lynn.

In that moment it was the faint line of a cut on his neck, as if he had been decapitated and sewn back together. He wanted to lean in, trace that scar and press his lips to it. Astarion mentally cursed himself at the thought, he had been so drawn to the changeling, that whenever he was in his mind he couldn’t help but derail to thoughts he was terrified of.

Nevertheless Lynn was the one that moved forward this silence.

“‘Starion, you are here for your dinner, right?” He asked softly as he eased down under the warmth of the blanket again.

“Uh, yeah” He rubbed the back of his head. “But if you don’t feel like it tonight we can-”

“No please, come in here..” He invited him under the blanket with a soft smile, a smile Lynn had not wasted for many before, lifting the bulde just enough he could slide in without dispersing too much heat. “It’s cold tonight, like this we will be warm” He murmured tenderly.

The elf swore he felt like everything faded away from around him as he was engulfed by the comfort of the duvet and Lynn’s closeness. It was so much and not enough at the same time.

“There you go” The changeling laid on his side to make more room for Astarion as he moved his hair to the side to expose the raw pinpricks on his neck.

“You’re sure? I don’t want to ruin your blanket accidentally” Astarion murmured as he gently traced the hollows where his fangs last bit.

Lynn couldn’t hide the goosebumps that settled on his skin as he nodded and as his usual he wrapped his arms around the elf’s waist, helping Astarion relax in the intimacy of the moment.

Neither of them knew how they did it, how the simple act of wrapping one’s arms around someone to bring them close, could ease any uncomfortable feeling that could go through them.

Lynn felt his throat suddenly going dry, as Astarion grazed Lynn’s neck with his lips, his face warmed up with a flush, and for a moment he was glad Astarion could not notice the blush.

It felt as if he wanted to leave a kiss against the pale skin, but just the remote thought would make him run.

It didn’t matter how many times he’d be cradled in his arms and felt the sting of the bite pierce through his body, Lynn would always feel his heart race when Astarion’s lips would cup the wound and would start draining him of his blood.

In that moment, he felt like everything was amplified tenfolds, the way Astarion delicately held his head and clutched to his hip, or the hushed sounds he’d let out as he fed. The blanket, he blamed the blanket for the heat that rushed through his body, for the incessant thrumming of his heart.

He felt his body go through so much: he would feel heavy while simultaneously feeling lightheaded, he would feel soft while feeling rough, he’d feel like he was finally breathing while also being breathless.

Astarion wanted to be slow, tender, let the sweetness of the changeling’s blood rush slowly against his tongue, and get lost in the intrinsically private moment.

His arms kept the body from slipping away, as if he was terrified Lynn would walk away from the embrace. Not from the feeding, but from Astarion’s soft clutch, afraid of him.

Lynn hummed as Astarion tongue quickly lapped at the wound, collecting the blood that was still spilling out.

The two were breathless, forehead pressed against each other, still dazed by the exchange. They wanted to blame the closeness or the blanket that was shielding them, but that would have been lying to themselves.

Astarion’s fingers were still laced in Lynn’s hair, while Lynn’s hands now rested on Astarion’s cheeks, gently caressing the skin of the elf.

Of all the times they laid like that, this moment was when he realized how soft Lynn’s hair were, or how warm and calming his breath against his cold skin felt, or how delicate the touch of the changeling could be. He could feel his breath still affected by the softness of each other’s touch.

It was one of those moments where one would hope they would be sane enough to read each other’s eyes, to catch that feeling that was juggling between them, or they could read each other’s mind, cause they wondered if their lips would taste just like how they imagined.

They didn’t even speak, it was astounding how the two didn’t want to let go of the other.

Lynn had been the one to find the courage, he gently pulled him closer, tangling his fingers in his curls as he crashed their lips together.

On his lips he tasted what divinity felt like, as Astarion's grip became ironclad on his waist.

Their kiss was breathless, desperate as they couldn't let go of each other. When one would take a moment to breathe, the other would itch to close the distance again, lingering close until their lips were not tangled again.

If the whole camp would have been silent, the only sound that would have reverberated would have been their breathy pleas.

“Don't go” Lynn begged as he lingered close, earning another kiss.

This time Astarion was tender, he caressed Lynn’s cheek as he eased. His usually taught body became nothing more than gelatin as he pressed himself against him.

“Not going anywhere” He murmured as he kissed him again. Their lips teased, sucked, clasped as they desperately clung to each other. They became one as the night swayed between sighs and caresses. Their clothes were long forgotten as they laid forehead to forehead, cradled against each other as they let their tongues do the talking for them.

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frenchfriedgiraffe · 2 months

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hah, theres a lot of dirk angst going around at the moment. it sure would be bad… if there was more… how terrible that would be…

#people need to let dirk be happy! … proceeds to draw angst anyway #dirk gently fanart #dirk gently #dghda fanart #lol s2 *dances sadly*#k im going to sleep now goodnight #dghda #my art

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venusdebotticelli · 8 months

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Okay so, I think it's very likely that after Stede and Ed have had their first reunion they're gonna be separated again soon after. Probably because Ed's gonna be like "I'm totally over you actually and don't wanna see your stupid face ever again" and run away from Stede just because of how absolutely tooooootally over him he is, right? So Stede will probably be aboard the Revenge while Ed is elsewhere having his Live Laugh Love spiritual journey of Finding Himself and all that.

Now imagine Stede all bummed out because he's just having the full realisation of exactly how much he hurt Ed, and there's no hope, he absolutely blew it, Ed obviously wants nothing to do with him ever again! Despair! So he goes to mope to the Captain's quarters, wallows in the tragic state of them a bit while missing Ed terribly, and his eyes catch on a funky little skeleton dressed up all in black on a familiar spot on a particular shelf...

And he finds not only all of his auxiliary clothes intact, but also a nest in the middle of the room with two little figurines in it that have a very particular look to them!

Cue "Hello, Edward!" and "shipmates" and chasing Ed all over the place while Ed is like "who are you again?" and "I don't need you at all, look how I'm thriving all by myself and I definitely don't miss you, not even a little bit!", y'know, like a liar. And maybe they're having messy sex throughout all of this or maybe they're not, but either way, Stede knows! He knows! He saw the proof of Ed's heart carefully hidden away where only Stede could find it! He can fix this! He's gonna put his all into earning that trust back! Because he knows there's hope! ;U;

And yeah, this is more of a headcanon than actual speculation, but it's eating me alive, so I had to inflict it on you all as wel! 🔥🙌🔥

#ofmd s2 #Gentlebeard #blackbonnet #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2 speculation #Our Flag Means Death #Krakhouse #Born On A Beach #Thrilled To Be Granted Entry #fanfiction #kind of #Coolification writes #I'd write a ficlet of this if I had the spoons for it but sadly I currently do not 🥲#so if someone wants to take the idea for your own ficlet and tag me on it so I can read it I would love you forever!!! ;U;#i made a couple of edits to the post just to emphasise even further that I'm being entirely facetious about Ed actually meaning it :p #This is entirely in the spirit of they're both fully downbad for each other and not fooling anyone #my autism just kicked in while I was looking at it again and I realised I may have made the tone a bit too ambiguous 😅#it's the comedy of it-- not an angst-fest #Bridebeard

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beanghostprincess · 1 month

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Since I can't write today have two pages of my Sanuso jealousy fic (yes I am so late for Sanuso week don't judge me I have work) (also ignore typos)

#dw there's a whole page of sanji talking about. fish. drunk. there's fluff #but it's a lot of angst ngl #but happy ending #sadly i am busy tonight (help meee i want to writeeee)#one piece #sanuso

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italictext · 2 months

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Made a DN oc (Rae, it/its)!! Rae and L work together and here's a doodle of Rae styling L's hair! :3

( @nateriverswife @/ing you because you're kinda the reason I decided to draw them lol)

#Death Note #Original character art #Oc: Rae #My ocs #My art #Death Note fanart #L Lawliet #Oc #Original character #death note oc #Oc x canon #L Death Note #Rae isn't actually a new OC I made it last year but forgot about its existence until I read mazzaroth #Sadly not done reading it but I enjoy it so far!!! I really love Ethe!#I'd like to talk about Rae and L's story but I honestly have no idea how to explain it 😭#I'm pretty bad at plotting stories it's just very very very vague ideas + silly conversations and emotional scenes #Basically they're forced to work together but Rae hates L but a lot of stuff happens so now they're friends #I'm planning to change their story tho because this morning I had a bunch of new ideas for them #The original story was super super angsty but I don't want angst anymore I just want fluff now </3 #Plus Rae's story and lore became a mess when I tried taking it out of the DN universe (I failed lol)#Its story really reallyyy needs an update

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csbat · 10 months

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𝐈𝐓’𝐒 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄 — 𝐒𝐑.

▸ PAIRING: Simon “Ghost” Riley x GN!Reader

▸ SUMMARY: Simon was so used to your presence, so used to you always being there. He’s struggling to cope now that you aren’t.

▸ CONTENT INCLUDES: Major character death, angst, hurt/no comfort

▸ WORD COUNT: 1,033 (+ head-cannons at the end)

Fear was the first and last emotion Ghost ever felt. He was a weapon; cold in the way he burned, poetic in the way he fought bloody and loved the same. He was made of bared teeth and rough hands, carved out of gunmetal and overflowing with carnal brutality. He made fear seem like a carnival performance, like a jester in front of a king.

Watching your body crumble, blood staining the same hands he held not so long ago—hands that felt him—hands that knew him. Yeah, Ghost was fucking terrified.

From blood and tears to tranquil peace. From aching bones to pale skin. From all to none in the blink of an eye. The gunfire ceased, and he spared a thought to wonder why. Maybe it was just him. Maybe he was just too focused on the way your chest didn’t rise and fall. Maybe his heart was just beating so loud in his ears that he couldn’t hear anything else.

Ghost didn’t remember stumbling toward your body, didn’t remember cradling you in his arms, and he didn’t remember shaking you with desperation. No, he remembered your silence. He remembered holding your pale face in his palms, his hands shaky and his voice wavering as he mumbled hushed apologies against your skin.

“I’m sorry.” He kissed your cheek—messy and so fucking painful. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry.” Your neck, your jaw, your forehead. “Please, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

For what felt like an army, Ghost was the last face people saw; the cause of many’s demise. He’s heard so many people’s last words, from pleads to apologies and everything in between. He carries so many final thoughts with him, things he never thought he’d care about until he realized that he’d never know yours.

He’d never get to see you smile again. He’d never get to hear your laugh, or the shakiness in your voice when he told you he loved you. He’d never get to take you out, watch you admire the sunset and call the view pretty, and he’d never get to agree while his gaze was still on you. He’d never get to help you fold laundry again, or hear you sing along to the radio, or watch you dance around the kitchen in the middle of the night.

Someone once told Ghost that the greatest ability one could have was the ability to remember.

Someone was a fucking liar.

Simon didn’t want to remember you, he wanted to know you. He needed you here, because the second you were gone he felt homesick. He felt like he was too big for his body, like he was suffocating without your presence to breathe life back into him.

He was his own villain, but love was his betrayer.

Ghost has died many times now; the kind of death that you don’t notice. The kind that can’t be seen. Once when his father made him watch that prostitute overdose, twice when he got buried alive, three when he came home to find his family slaughtered. He didn’t want to think about the fourth. Ghost has died many times, but he’s never felt the cold arms of death impaling him. He’s never wished it would handle someone so softly.

He hoped it was peaceful. He hoped it felt like sitting in your favorite garden and feeling the sun on your skin. He hoped the wind was blowing, and he hoped the porch light turned on when it grew dark. He hoped it wasn’t as cold as he felt without you.

Ghost turned his sorrow to anger. He wouldn’t rest until everyone that had ever hurt you was buried in the ground, wouldn’t rest until he made them statistics. He’d make you a graveyard in his desperation as if it were a sacrifice. As if he could turn in twenty-seven souls for the release of one. He’d find someone to blame, and he’d make them pay for it.

If he had to, he’d even make the gods suffer. He’d make them listen, make them greet his cries with their own while his grief haunts the soil and his turmoil shakes the clouds. They’ll fear him when he rips through the ground with his bare hands, desperate to feel your touch. Your hands would be cold, but he’d take them into his and warm them with the burden of his existence. The gods will have no choice but to pray for his forgiveness and beg for his mercy.

The only thing that could stop him was dead, and he’d return the favor until his body was rotten.

Home never felt so far away, even when he was standing in it. It went from his favorite place to a cage; nothing but four walls and a roof that felt abandoned by your lack of presence. Simon was like a ghost at the table, sitting there just to reminisce on the late nights you’d spend there with him. He almost imagined what you’d say if you were here now. Probably some shitty joke he’d pretend to hate. A shitty joke that he’d tell Soap later. A shitty joke that would live in the back of Simon’s mind until his memory failed him, stored with all the others you’ve told.

He didn’t find comfort in the walls decorated with your love and ideas. Almost desperately, they screamed: you won’t find comfort here. This is not your home anymore. She doesn’t haunt the halls. You won’t find her no matter how hard you look. Your records were still sprawled out on the coffee table, and the puzzle you were working on sat unfinished on the kitchen counter. He couldn’t bring himself to move the things you touched. Couldn’t even stand to look at them.

You were a good person. You deserved a soft ending with him. Curled up on the couch, skin wrinkled with age, a warm cup of tea in your hands. Simon knew he’d still find you beautiful.

He’d find you in the garden, laying in the tall grass and smiling when the sun hit your skin and the breeze flew past.

He’d turn on the porch light when it got dark.

THINGS THAT HAPPENED AFTER YOUR DEATH:

: The recruits learned that Ghost only tolerated them because you were around

: None of the task force sits at the table in the mess hall that you always occupied (except for Ghost)

: Every time someone mentions anything that has to do with you (your favorite movie, favorite subject, etc.) Ghost would lash out

: Ghost would throw himself into his work to distract himself from the silence of your home

: He’d always wear the hoodie that you stole from him, trying to imprint your scent into his skin

: He’d eventually grow old (shocker), and he’d hate himself for leaving you behind

▸ A/N: I genuinely cannot tell if the shit I write is good or not, but I hope whoever read all this isn’t disappointed. It’s late and I’m tired, so I didn’t really go into how others reacted, but I might elongate this in the future. If you can’t tell, I fucking love angst + making indifferent men feel pain, because yes. Just yes. I still have no fucking clue how this shit works, so bare with me please, we’ll get there eventually 😭

P.S, I tried a new color scheme, don’t know if I love it or hate it yet

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #i still don’t know what i’m doing #i still dont know what to tag #cod mw2 #ghost deserves peace #sadly he’s not getting it here #i love angst #pov you’re dead as fuck #not proofread #we die like men

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anewp0tat0 · 1 year

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chapter 195 was short again and while there was content... I waited a month, so to fill my stomach void I just decided to finish up this WIPy doodle that was a pretty spontaneous thing cause thankfully, I've been thinking about them. how could you not, right now.

#i've never painted snake :D or finny? yell at me. anyway here they are im happy #kuroshitsuji #black butler #kuroshitsuji fanart #fanart #kuro spoilers #digital art #snake black butler #finny black butler #and no im not sure about the context here. but ya know that im hoping that snake will chose team o!ciel #so if they have to get defensive due to the angst and struggle they will doubtlessly experience- so be it #i also wanted to give snake teef #please be safe guys best case scenario this doesnt happen #though sadly this may actually be the best case scenario #doodle

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meru90 · 1 year

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oh what are your top fave manwhas may i aks ?

ahh yess !! im very much obsessed with Taming the Tiger & wet sand!! I've read a lot but these to are def my favs right now ;w;;

#18+ ofc lol #pizza delivery man and gold palace is also nicee #the art stlye in booth of them is just mmmhMMMMHHHH chef kiss and the main leads in taming the tiger are so in love and i am so in love w #with them #they deserve to live happy forever #i dont wanna get started with wet sand i am literally obsessed with the art style and the 18+ scenes are the sexies i've ever seen #....it is a lop #ve triangle sadly ..kinda jkshdasj #and as cute as jo is ian and ty are just way more interesting i need to know more about their past #uhggg angst #MIND U I JUST GOT INTO THESE THE LAST TWOO WEEKS #manwha recommendations

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crimeronan · 5 months

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looks like i'm gonna end up with ~8k of outtakes for this chapter because i couldn't get it to work until i finally gave in and let luz just. have a complete nuclear meltdown. i have written endless silly dialogue that will make it into other fics in the future but TRULY i could not manage the right emotional arc without wrecking luz's shit. sorry babygirl. ilu

#i know we all WANT it to be fluffy and lighthearted but sadly even the non-horror installments live in the shadow of the horror #so. hope u guys like angst. she is so fucking mentally ill it's unbelievable.#toh #princess luz au #chapter isnt done yet but it's gettin there.

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unshackled-if · 11 months

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Okay so this is a BIT angst I hope you don't mind as I was wondering that if the RO's were to confess to mc and mc says like "Really? I'm sorry it's just that...it's hard to believe you I'm mean I'm not saying I don't love you it's just that...I'm afraid of you lying to me" how would the RO's react to that? And how would they convince mc they love them really?

Here we go! Angst time! Btw, this might be a bit long sorry, I got excited. 😈 Aurelian:

King Aurelian stood before you, his heart heavy with regret. He knew he had to be honest.

"I love you," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "I know I've hurt you, but I swear to you, I'm being honest now. I love you with all my heart, and I would do anything to make things right between us." You looked at him with a mixture of anger and disbelief. "How can you say that?" you said, you voice laced with pain. "You took away everything from me, my freedom, my life. You left me alone in that dark cell for a century Aurelian. A century! And now you come here and say you love me?"

Aurelian felt a lump from his throat. He knew he didn't deserve your forgiveness, but he couldn't help hoping for it. "I know what I've done is unforgivable," his voice barely above a whisper. "But please, give me a chance to make it up to you. Let me show you how much I love you, and how deeply I regret what I've done."

You hesitated for a long time, your gaze locked with Aurelian's. You have never seen him this sincere, his eyes burning with plead for your forgiveness and regret. Tears streamed down your face, your heart is aching with pain. "You don't understand," you voice trembling. "I loved you, Aurelian. I trusted you with my life, and you threw it away like it was nothing. How can I ever trust you again?"

"I'm sorry," his voice filled with remorse. "I know saying this won't take away your pain, but I'm so sorry for what I've done. Please, give me a chance to make it up to you. I'll do anything, anything at all, to make things right between us."

You looked at him for a very long time, finally you gave a small node. "Fine," your voice barely above a whisper. "But don't think this means I forgive you. I'll give you a chance to prove yourself, but I don't know if I can ever trust you again, Aurelian."

He stepped closer to you, his hand reaching out to touch your cheek, but he stopped mid air. "Thank you," his voice filled with hope. "I promise, I won't let you down again."

Elara:

Elara stood before you, her heart pounding with nervousness. She had rehearsed what she wanted to say, but now that she is facing you, her words seemed inadequate. "I...I Iove you," she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "Please believe me when I say that my feelings are genuine. I want to be with you, with all my heart."

You looked at her, your expression guarded. "I want to believe you," your voice shaky. "But I've been hurt before. I trusted someone so much, and he broke my trust into a million pieces. I don't know if I can go through that pain again."

Elara felt a ping of sympathy in her chest. She knew who you were talking about it. "I understand how you feel," her voice gentle. "But please, don't give up on love. It's scary to trust again, but sometimes the risk is worth it."

You looked at her for a long moment, your expression softening. "How do you know?" you voice filled with vulnerability. "How do you know that your love won't hurt me?"

Elara took a deep breath, summoning the courage to be honest. "I don't know," her voice raw. "Love is unpredictable, and it can be messy and painful. But it can also be beautiful. I can't promise you that I'll never hurt you, but I can promise you that I'll always be honest and true to my feelings."

You looked at her conflicted, "I want to believe you," you closed you eyes for a moment. "But I'm scared."

Elara took a step closer to you, signaling for a permission to hold your hands, you nodded. "I know," her voice filled with compassion. "But you don't have to be alone in your fear. I'm here for you, and I'll support you in whatever way you need. We can take things slow, and we can build trust between us, one step at a time."

"Thank you," your eyes shining in emotion. "It's nice to know that you're here for me."

Elara smiled at you, "I'll be here for you, always."

Kazuo:

Kazuo stood before you, his heart bounding with nervousness. He had never been good at expressing his emotions, but he knew he had to tell you how he felt.

"MC," he said, his voice shaking. "I have to tell you something. I...I love you."

You looked at him, your expression guarded. "I...how can I trust you?" your tone bitter and hurt. "I've been hurt before, Kazuo. I can't go through that again."

Kazuo closed his eyes, he knew that this is what you would say. He knew the pain you suffered all these years, he was there when it happened. But he also knew that you saved him, in more ways than one.

"MC..., you saved me. You saved me from a life of pain and loneliness. When I was lost and alone, you showed me kindness and compassion. You helped me find my way back to the light." His voice filled with emotions, tears started to fall from his eyes.

You looked at him, your expression softening, "How did I help you?" your voice filled with tenderness.

"You showed me there was still hope," he wiped his tears and covered his face with his hands. "You showed me there was still goodness in this chaotic world, that there was still people worth fighting for. You saved me, MC. You saved me from the darkness that had consumed for so long."

Tears started streaming down your face, "I had no idea," you voice shaky. "I'm sorry, Kazuo. I had no idea how much you were also hurting."

Kazuo moved closer, asking for you permission to hold you, you nodded. "It's okay. I want you know to know that, I'm here for you, to stand by your side, no matter what. I promise to love you with all my heart and protect you from any harm or pain. I'll do whatever it takes to keep you safe."

You leaned on him, "I trust you, Kazuo. I know you'll keep me safe."

Aiden/Ava:

A took a deep breath, their heart pounding as they prepare to confess their feelings. They knew you don't trust people easily anymore, but they couldn't keep these feelings bottled any longer or they would go crazy.

"I have something to tell you," they said softly, their eyes shining and locked onto yours. "I know this might sound like a joke, but...I've started to feel something more for you. Something deeper."

You looked at them, your expression guarded. "A,I...I don't know if I can do this," your voice filled with uncertainty. "I don't know if I can trust this much again."

A nodded trying to keep their emotions in check, " I understand that you've been hurt," their eyes filled with warmth. "But I want you to know that I would never do anything to hurt you. I care about you too much to ever do that."

You looked at them, your expression softening slightly. "I know you mean well, A."

A stepped closer to you, their eyes locked onto yours for permission, you nodded. "I know it's hard," they said softly. "But I want you to know that I love you. I wouldn't have said anything if I didn't mean it. I know it might take time for you to trust me, but I'm willing to wait. I'm willing to do whatever it takes to show you that you can trust me." they gave you the most pupped eyed look and you chuckled.

"I don't know what to say," you voice hesitated. "I never thought anyone could love me, after everything that happened. But...maybe I can learn to trust you. Maybe we can try."

A reached out and held your hands. "I would like that," a smile spreading across their face. "I would like nothing more than to try, to see where this takes us."

Me rn:

#asks #angst #thank you anon!#RO: Aurelian #RO:Elara #RO: Kazuo #RO: Aiden/Ava #I didn't forget about SC theirs would be full of spoilers sadly...

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transingthoseformers · 5 months

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I keep on thinking about Wildbreak and how if he is Knockout and Breakdowns child, how did Motormaster recruit him? I sincerely doubt Knockout and Breakdown willing let their kid get involved with Motormaster and becoming Menasnor. So do you think Wildbreak was kidnapped? Was Knockout forced to let him go? Also all the angst

I always assumed that Breakdown left the Quintessons and that somehow, somehow, Wildbreak took his place

Considering how close Dragstrip and Wildbreak are, I assumed that Dragstrip dragged both of them back into it. Seems to me like out of the "original" stunticons team, by the time rid15 rolls around it's only Motormaster and Dragstrip left with no Breakdown, Dead End, or Wildrider in sight.

I also see the opportunity for Wildbreak to be highly curious about his carrier's past with the Stunticons and finding his goals aligned well enough with the group

#so i blame dragstrip #maccadam #transformers #rid wildbreak #rid dragstrip #the wiki literally calls wildbreak a follower lol #interesting that dragstrip fulfills the ''traitorous second to a tyrant'' role within the stunticons #rid motormaster #tfp knockout #tfp breakdown #kobd #angst is involved yes #but i don't think it's kidnapping #no i feel like this is curiosity and yearning going absolutely against the wall #no yeah reading wildbreak's tfwiki page_ i blame dragstrip #sadly slashmark is the brains of the rid stunticons and by fuck does the wiki emphasize he's the only brains in the group

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