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tojisun · 3 months

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!! female reader; dirty talking; breeding kink; slight overstim play; unrealistic sex x’>

thinking about how simon’s the type to keep saying filth to you when he’s balls deep. how, in the throes of his pleasure, so pussy-drunk, simon begins to wax poetry about the way you make him feel.

he’s got you folded in a mating press, his lips ghosting wet kisses along your trembling legs. “god, baby,” simon murmurs, his voice a drunken slur. “i need t’wife you up, i swear.” he punctuates this with a thrust, before his fingers pinch your clit.

you choke at the feeling, your legs kicking from where they’re slung over simon’s shoulders. your head thrashes against the pillow, not knowing how else to tether yourself from the stinging pleasure, your mouth falling open uselessly as garbled moans spill out.

“oh this,” he says, distracted by your reaction. “cute little thing, isn’t it?” he looks at your pussy almost with a starry-eyed gaze.

jesus-

“shu-ut up, si!” your voice breaks, weakened from the moans, but simon’s already looking too far gone, his eyes blown wide and his face flushed because of his pleasure.

“y’just squeezed me tighter, baby.” simon rips his eyes from your cunt to look at you with a sort of giddy trance. “y’like it when i play with–” he circles his thumb on your clit, making you squeal. “this? yeah? oh, lovie, you’re gushing.”

he pulls out, torturously slow, teasing, then he’s slamming back in. your ears ring at the resounding wet slide, his pelvis meeting your own with a goddamn squelch, and you scream, clawing at his back at the sharp pleasure that razes through you.

“going t’stuff you w’my cum everyday, baby.” simon giggles. “going t’make you so full.”

he nuzzles his nose on the side of your tear-soaked cheek. “y’want that, yeah? want t’feel sore because of how much cum’s stored in you? want t’be fucked until it takes?”

what-

“si! si!” you cry, mushy mind trying to understand what he’s insinuating. “wha- wh-…?”

“oh but you’d be so gorgeous, baby,” simon groans, his hand leaving your oversensitive clit to hike up along your body, dancing past your groin to plant just below your belly button. simon nuzzles close again, tracing the shell of your ear with his lips, then, “you’d be so pretty carrying my kids.”

those words make your body lock up, something in your mind just shifting right, and then you’re cumming, squirting all over simon’s cock and spraying on his legs.

simon outright moans, pulling back just enough to slot his lips against yours. you couldn’t even kiss him back, still so busy cumming, all cross-eyed at the intensity of your orgasm. it doesn’t matter to him, anyway, not when simon begins pistoning harder. faster. rougher.

every drag of his cock back in your pussy pushes more gushing squirt from you, and simon rumbles with a pleased groan, looking so blissed out as he leaves open-mouthed kisses along your jaw. you dig your nails at his back but simon doesn’t even register the prickling pain, too busy chasing his own orgasm through your cunt.

“s’right,” he coos. “nothin’ else could make me cum, baby. nothin’ else but y’r pretty pussy. y’r tight pussy. god, it’s such a delicious pussy, baby, how am i so lucky to have you, huh?” his words mingle with the thwap-thwap-thwap sounds of his body slamming against your own. it makes you dizzy with pleasure, ragged rasps of breath is all that is passing through your parted lips.

simon croons. “how’d i chance luck and end up w’such a delight?” another wet sound from your pussy rings amidst his words. “mmm, hear that baby?”

you nod, you think. or you moan a reply. honestly, you don’t even know, not with how dizzy you are at the peaking pleasure because there’s no way you’re cumming again–

“that’s the sounds that a happy wife makes,” simon purrs, replying to his own question, and the weight of his words washes over you like the pleasure that’s racing across your synapses. “that’s the sound that someone makes when they want to be bred.”

“simo-nnnnn!” you scream, the sound guttural and ragged, and your eyes can no longer see anything, and your ears are ringing, and- and–

simon laughs, the sound curling into something so, so fond. “y’r so pretty when y’cum, baby.” he kisses your wet cheek. “one more? f’r me?”

fuck-

#suns #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley smut #simon riley x reader #simon riley #simon riley smut #female reader #IM CRYING BETWEEN MY LEGS WHEW

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bet-on-me-13 · 8 months

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Danny as a Historical Badass

So, I'm sure you have all heard at least one story about those Badasses in History, the ones who are basically Legends at this point, right?

Like Simo Hayha, the White Death. The legendary Finish Sniper who managed to get 505 Confirmed Kills in less than 100 days, and an additional 200 kills with a Sub Machine Gun.

Or Mad Jack Churchill, the Craziest Commando. The guy who went to War with a Bow and a Broadsword, inflicting the last Archery Fatality in British Military History. He and his single partner also managed to raid a Village and capture 44 unsuspecting Soliders.

I want Danny to be seen in history in the same way they were.

If we go with the AU where the events of the Show happened in the Early 1900's, Danny would reach Eligibility just in time for both World Wars.

I want one of the Batfamily Members to run across a Video online of "Roman Helmet Guy" on Tiktok talking about Danny with that Badass Music in the Background.

Like, Danny is known as the Insane Solider of WW1/WW2. The guy who somehow managed to capture entire Platoons singlehandedly. The Guy who raided Enemy Camps in the Dead of night and managed to capture High Ranking Commanders on his own. The Guy that survives life threatening wounds like it's nothing MULTIPLE TIMES, and is somwhow back on the battlefield within the hour.

Some people speculate that he was an early Metahuman, but nobody can confirm because he hasn't been seen in decades. Some people.think he must be dead by now.

And then the Batfam member does a double take because, That's Old Man Danny.

Thats the old guy who runs their favorite Cafe. He must be well over 100 years old by now, but he looks like he's in his early 70's.

And doesn't Alfred frequent that Cafe?

Yes, he does. Alfred and Danny are old War Buddies.

Idk where this is going, I feel braindead right now.

I just wanted Danny to be seen as a Historical Legend because I was binging 'Roman Helmet Guy's videos and thought of this.

Wait, wasn't Diana in WW1? Like, in the movie at least she fought in WW1, so what if she met Danny during that time? What if she wasn't the only one to rush into No-Mans Land during that action scene in the Movie?

Diana shows up in Gotham and just says, "Oh no need to worry, I'm just visiting an old Friend."

Also, I recommend watching videos on Simo Hayha, he is such a badass.

#Dp x dc #Dpxdc #Dc x dp #Dcxdp #Danny Phantom #Dc #Dcu #Ww1 #History Legends #Danny and Alfred are old War Buddies.#Danny and Diana are old War Buddies too #Danny runs a Coffee Shop #Danny ages Slower than a normal person #At least he does later in life #He can probably control his own age right?#I mean he does have shape-shifting powers right?#Idk #It's not even that late but I feel like it's 4 am

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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 1 month

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It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 24] || [Chapter 26]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.2K~ cw: not smut but a bit of sexual tension Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: ahem ahem ahem ahem

thanks to @lyralein for helping solve a problem I was having during this chapter

and also @st-el-la-luna for THIS brilliance that although I didn't copy or anything, still got stuck in the back of my head and made me giggle and inspired me a little!

Chapter 25: Soap............?

you: simon. you: save me pls. Simon: Location. you: that felt ominous as fuck. Simon: You texted me to help you. Simon: Location. you: oh gosh no simon its not urgent. you: its not even like you: a panic thing you: no danger Simon: Don’t ever text me to save you when it isn’t an actual emergency. you: i’m sorry!!!!!! you: did i scare you that much??? Simon: Yes. Simon: You had me ready to steal a HUMVEE to get to you. you: I’M SORRY! you: i’m just out with my friends for brunch and kyle and johnny came and they’re embarrassing me and i need help Simon: So that’s where they went. Simon: You’ve got this. you: SIMON, THEY’RE TALKING ABOUT OUR SEX LIVES! you: DON’T LEAVE ME TO DEAL WITH THIS ALONE. you: HELP? Simon: Darling you’re dating them, you’re gonna have to get used to this sooner or later. you: I KNOW BUT STILL you: SIMON PLEASE Simon: I’m in a meeting, darling. Simon: You’ve got this. Simon: 🖤 you: SIMON?! you: awwww you sent me an emoji! you: BUT SIMON?!?!?!??! you: don’t leave me like this!!! you: how dare youuuu

He stopped responding so you sighed dramatically and put your phone away, your eyes flittering over the table.

In just 15 minutes, Johnny and Kyle had gone from bickering to regaling your friends with sexcapade stories to talking about your dates, about each other, about the rest of the guys, about work.

Your friends are, of course, eating it up, how could they not? The lads are charming, funny, interesting, hot…

You want to pay attention to the stories Johnny is regaling your friends about, as well as Kyle, with the retelling of his helicopter upside-down cruise, but… you can’t. You’re still mortified, long after they moved away from the sex talk…

And it doesn’t help that Kyle has taken your chair and made you sit on his lap while the five of you talk.

Sure, you’ve graduated to regular talk, but that doesn’t solve the fact that Kyle’s cock is hard, straining against the fly of his grey jeans, and slotted right between your ass cheeks, his hands gripping you around the hip to keep you sat still.

Thank God for the existence of Simon Motherfucking Riley (memo to self: ask him and the rest of the lads what their middle names are)...

The door opens after what felt like a torturous amount of time and in strolls a 6ft4 mountain of a man in all black, as usual.

“L.T.!” Johnny shouts and waves him over, as if somehow Johnny’s raucous laugh was missable and Simon might not know where he, and the group, is.

Your friends, of course, immediately look over, their jaws proceeding to drop in unison at the sight of Simon.

His sexy little black leather jacket, black jeans, black t-shirt, black boots… No mask in sight… And, for once, his hair is lying flat over his forehead, loose blond strands just barely reaching his thick eyebrows.

He has to have done it on purpose.

“Hi…” You greeted Simon softly, your face warming up a bit at the sight of him. He nods at you and cocks an eyebrow, the left corner of his mouth rising in a smirk.

Just as you’re wondering where he came from, how he knew where you were, and wasn’t he in a meeting…

“Finally. Texted ye the address like 30 minutes ago.” Johnny quips next to you.

“Piss off.” Simon replies as he keeps looking at you. He doesn’t even bother to introduce himself to Leah and Mia.

“Hear you’ve been embarrassing our partner.” Simon says, his brown eyes slowly sliding up to Johnny then to Kyle behind you.

“Ye did?” Johnny asks and turns to look at you. “Ye told on me?!” He asks dramatically, as if it was the biggest betrayal.

“Don’t look at ‘em, look at me.” Simon quips as he leans forward and rests his hand on the back of Kyle and your chair, glaring right at Johnny.

“Oh, please, L.T., it’s all good-natured.” Johnny says dismissively with a playful smile on his lips.

“Is it?” Simon retorts.

“Why’s it feel like I’m watching a big brother confront a school bully?” Kyle quips.

“Don’t start too, Garrick, you’ll get your dose soon.” Simon adds.

“Si… Please…” You remark and laugh nervously as you look around, your face already burning hotter and hotter. “We’re making a scene.”

“You asked me to save ya, darlin’, that’s what I’m doin’, hm?” Simon tells you before leaning close and planting a kiss on the corner of your mouth, his eyes still glued to Johnny. “So, how about it, Johnny?”

“How about what, L.T.?” Johnny asks, though, you don’t miss the way his eyes are shining at the sight of Simon’s protectiveness… or the way Kyle’s breath hitches right behind your ear, his cock throbbing against your ass.

“If you’re so keen on embarrassing people by revealing private matters… How about we tell everyone about the reason your callsign’s Soap?” Simon quips. Then, he turns his head and, staring right at your friends, he continues.

“A callsign is like an alias we use over the radio.” He explains. “And Johnny’s here is ‘Soap’... wanna guess why? I’ll tell you…” He turns his head and looks right at Johnny again.

“It’s because he’s dropped his in the shower more often than one can stand to bloody count, if you catch my drift.” He remarks, then, he shoots you a little wink.

“That’s nae- You know it’s- You-” For the first time in what must be his whole life, Johnny was left a blubbering mess, stuttering over himself…

“Damn… didn’t know friendly fire was turned on…” You quip, trying to clear the air a bit. It seems to work, because all three of the men around you chuckle at it.

Your eyes then lock with Simon’s, then Johnny’s… and meanwhile, Simon’s also looking at Kyle behind you. The sexual tension is almost palpable…

“I think we should go home, so we avoid any more embarrassment, hm?” Simon suggests and pulls you up to your feet by the forearm, causing you to squeak in surprise at the suddenness of it.

“I agree.” Kyle says as he stands up too.

“Well said, L.T.” Johnny adds.

Simon pulls out his wallet and drops a few bills on the table. “For the check.” He tells Leah and Mia. “Nice to meet you.” Then, he drags you out of the bistro.

“It was very nice to meet you!” Kyle tells the girls, making no attempts to cover the bulge in his pants as he rushes after you and Simon.

“Sorry, duty calls. But we need to do this again.” Johnny adds as he scoots across the gap in the chairs and winks at the girls before setting off after the three that have already left. “I’ll make sure to tell you all the hot gossip next time!” He adds loudly before leaving out the door.

Leah and Mia are left sitting there flabbergasted, eyes blinking slowly, before exchanging a look with one another.

“The candle worked too well.” Mia states blankly.

“It did.” Leah agrees. “Do you… have another one?”

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inbarfink · 7 months

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Okay, so I already wrote a bunch of stuff about how that scene, although it is really sweet, is also kind of a Bad Sign for Simon - how he refuses to learn the Obvious Lesson from the Winterworld adventure (that being the Ice King again is probably a really really bad idea). But I want to talk about it also a little more about what it means for Fionna’s character as well.

Because while sitting around and wallowing in self-loathing is probably bad for Fionna, especially after being told that she shouldn't be allowed to exist, and Simon is right to try and get her out of her funk. It's also still worthwhile for Fionna to have some introspection about the Consequences of Her Actions. Because she and Cake really did not consider them at all at first. They have a sense of morality and an instinct towards heroism, but they also tend to kinda forget the fantastical worlds they visit don’t exist entirely for their fantasy and have kind of a Protagonist-Centered-Morality fallacy.

Most obviously you can see it in the market in Ooo. How Cake, in her excitement, damaged and hurt and even killed

A bunch of innocent marketgoers without even noticing. And then Fionna immediately jumped to Cake’s defense against these ‘weirdos’, who were actually just normal kinda-righteously-angry Oooian citizens.

It’s actually very similar to the whole Winterworld situation. Fionna’s assumption that she’s automatically the hero and protagonist of the story and black-and-white view of the situation and her tendency to kick ass first and ask questions later meant that she just recklessly injured a lot of innocent people.

(It might’ve been worse actually cause at least in Winterworld she was at least manipulated by an evil Wizard)

Fionna and Cake clearly have a great potential for heroism, but they do need to be a bit more considerate of the situation and people around them. And it does make sense considering that from their perspective - they’ve been living a very ordinary life up until now (and Cake was literally an animal. A very clever animal, but still not bound by the same standards of morality as the talking animals in Ooo). Action and adventure and fantasy stuff has been purely the realm of daydream and video games for them - and Fionna literally speaks about it in these terms.

(also, Fionna's Main Character Syndrome was undoubtedly validated when God literally told her that she was created to be the main character of her universe)

So yeah, it takes them some time to really process how to be heroes - they need to grapple with questions that Finn and Jake already kinda dealt with seventeen years ago. And actually a lot of those; how to resolve a situation without necessarily using violence, when does a 'villain' actually deserve sympathy and kindness, the importance of the larger context of any given conflict... their confrontations with Ice King all played a big part in that. It was never just him, but he was still a very major part.

And for Fionna and Cake right now, learning these lessons require some amount of personal introspection. So while it was a sweet attempt at comforting, I dunno if Simon’s little ‘the only problem with that universe is that this Alternative Me was terrible because he didn’t even acknowledge or remember Betty as the love of our life and the light of my entire universe’ thing is actually Good.

I’m not quite sure Simon is the best person to teach Fionna and Cake heroism 101, because he is so focused on the Crown Quest as the thing that brings back Meaning to his life, and because his fatherly instincts just kinda go “Sad Young Person???? MUST GIVE COMFORT!” and also on account of the kidnapping.

I’m sure Fionna is going to become the heroine she dreams about eventually, it’s just going to be a bumpy ride. The best we can hope for is that they accept Simon’s comfort, that she doesn't start believing that she is nothing but an Error for the entire universe like the Scarab claims, but don’t necessarily listen to all of Simon's his words either.

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hecateslore · 2 months

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💌

supervisor!Simon

You get back to the office. Crossing your fingers no one saw you and Simon eating each other's face before you guys walked in. You huff and groan as you sit back down. Getting ready to stare at the screen for three and half more hours.

Were you shitting where you eat? People always say don’t date your coworker or sleep with them or do anything with them because it’s a recipe for disaster. Which is kind of true, You and Johnny are a prime example. Maybe he was a little awkward, maybe you read too much into your guy’s dinner, it was just dinner.

Maybe it wasn’t to you. Did you like Johnny? Do you like Johnny? It’s hard to tell. You always find yourself talking too much around him, not in a good way either. Half of the time you don’t even know if he’s listening. He told you he was hitting on you when you trained him. You guys would talk almost everyday, So what happened?

It was Simon, of course it was Simon. He’s loud sometimes, very straightforward and loves to make people uncomfortable. It was definitely Simon. You can’t help your attraction. And you really can’t help it now when he’s always kissing you and being so touchy.

You’re shitting where you eat. all over it.

Simon sat in his office twiddling his thumbs, just dickin’ off. He thought about your guy’s conversation at lunch. ‘Johnny’s such a kiss ass’ was his initial thought, then he actually thought about it, does Johnny know about the gala?

Do you still talk to Johnny that way? Simon sits up in his chair. The thought sat uneasy with him. You weren’t his girlfriend, he wasn’t your boyfriend. Of course he’s attracted to you and maybe he has thought about you a couple times before bed and So what? He was the one who kissed you, you kissed him back. Kisses sometimes mean a great deal– to simon. You said you weren’t going, but you can always change your mind.

So he walks out of his office to your desk. There you were lost in thought. He taps your desk to get your attention, “Hello?” you ask, “You’re not busy this weekend?” he asks. You shake your head no, “We talked about this already.” you intone, Simon rolls his eyes, but then starts scanning the room for Johnny. “Why don’t we hang out?” he suggests, “I see what you’re doing.” you chuckle. “I’m not doing anything, I just want to see you this weekend, or this week– doesn’t matter.” he shrugs. “Simon,” you warn quietly. Simon didn’t like that, he knows you’re catching on. “You didn’t tell him no.” He mentions, “I didn’t say yes either.” you mention. “Just drop it.” you finish.

Simon walks back into his office, he could see Johnny getting up to talk to you. He wished he could make out what you two were saying, probably making plans. Simon rolls his eyes and sits back on his desk.

Tuesday, Simon sits at Victor's desk. Johnny was being very chatty. Especially with you. It was probably a part of his whole scheme to “get you back”. Simon could feel his eye twitch. He lets out a big sigh and goes back to watching victor continuously screw up. “You messed up the date,” he notes. He only rolls his eyes again, and stares at the back of your head.

Johnny goes back to his seat and Simon gets up dragging the plastic chair behind him. Sitting right behind johny, “weekly monitoring”.

“You’re watching me now?” Johnny chuckles, “just need a reason to get rid of you.” Simon responds. “I bet you do.” He ribs. “You’re funny.” Simon crosses his arms.”I get that a lot these days.” Simon watches Johnny fill out spreadsheets, exactly how you do, It makes him want to vomit. “People are telling you this?” he jabs, Johnny only chuckles at Simon. “a specific person, maybe.” He looks at Simon. “And who’s that?” Simon cocks a brow. Johnny only sits up in his seat. “A good friend.” His blue eyes drift to where you're sitting. Simon sits back in the chair,A scowl on his face as he watches the monitor over Johnny’s shoulder.

If Johnny wanted to be funny Simon could be hilarious. Simon could be comedian of the year.

SImon leaves the chair at Johnny’s desk and walks over to you, he hovers over you and you look up at him and smile, “hi.” you say with a small grin. Simon places his hand in the middle of your back and starts to rub circles. Simon is a genius. He might lose his job, but he’s a genius. “You okay?” he asks with the softest tone he could muster up. Obviously seething with annoyance and agitation from Johnny. “Someone is gonna see.” you warn quietly. Simon looks over his shoulder at Johnny, his brown eyes dead set on set on him.

“I’ll fire them.” Simon looks back at you, who’s already looking at him. Your eyes big with worry, Simon sighs at you and takes his hand off. He was still hovering, and super sure Johnny was staring. You're quiet for a minute, Simon thinks he pissed you off.

“Meet me by the bathroom in like 5.” you say and move him out of the way with your chair, bumping into his legs.

And that's exactly what he did. In 5 minutes he was standing by the water fountain checking his watch. You come out of the bathroom with a paper towel in your hands, drying it, “I had to use the bathroom.” you nod. Simon liked when you did that, overshared whenever you wanted.

You go in for a hug wrapping your arms around his torso, taking in his clean smell and cologne. You let out a big breath and Simon chuckles at you. “You smelling me?” he asks. “I’m having a day.” You mumble, Taking another long sniff. He kisses the top of your head and then rests on top of yours, “I thought we were gonna do something risky.” he admits. You sigh, “This is good too.” he assures you.

“This better be good.” you swat his back playfully. “Ouch.” he teases. “Let me see you.” he cups your cheeks, “What’s the matter?” He asks softly. You can feel your frown and the heat around your eyes from the tears that threaten to come up. “I’m just having a weird day.” you wipe your eyes before the tears fall. He hums and kisses your left cheek, “I hate those.” he kisses the other.

You let go first, “I should get back to work.” You sniff. Simon watches you adjust your sweater and wipe your face. “Thanks for the hug.” you smile meekly. Going in for another one, a side hug this time, reaching up a bit to kiss Simon's cheek. He smiles at your action, “Just tell me whenever.” he shrugs. You chuckle softly and walk back to your desk.

Simon stands in the middle of the hall for a bit. All alone.

Wednesday you didn’t come in, you said you needed a break and that your head was hurting all morning, which was half true. You needed a break, from Johnny’s constant pestering, “did you make your mind up yet?” “Are you free to go?”. It’s exactly like how he was when you two first started talking. Always around, always asking questions, being overly flirty and then stopping random, very hot and cold. Whatever Simon and you had going on didn’t help either. Especially tuesday by the bathrooms. He was so warm, so calm.

You lounged around all day, laying on your couch, then back to your bed, to the shower and then back to bed. Grabbing snacks here and then. You wished you were laying with Simon again. His big body pressed against yours, his big hand resting carelessly on your thigh. You missed him, and it only was one day.

You shift around in bed trying to get comfortable, you grab your phone to check the time. It was an hour after everyone got off. You think about calling Simon, just to hear his voice, listen to him complain about people he should fire. You go to your contacts, your thumb hovers over his name. You click on it and put your phone to your ear, squeezing your eyes tight just in case he doesn’t answer. The phone rings twice, “Hello,” he says.

He sounds tired, annoyed, bothered. Or you were reading too much into it. “Hi.” you say, You can hear him shuffling around on his end, probably looking around for something. “How was today?” you ask. “It was okay,” he sighs, “How’re you?”

“I’m alright, just hanging around.” You look around your room, and start to feel around your bed, wondering if Simon could fit on your mattress, he probably has an Alaskan king. “The office was quiet today,” You smile at his comment, “Quiet huh?” you grin. “You coming tomorrow?” he asks. “I guess.” you sigh, “What’s that for?” he says. “I want to sleep in again.” you chuckle.

You wonder what Simon wore on wednesday, what he said first thing in the morning, which shoe he put on first. It was getting to be so much, “He’s only a man” you try to convince yourself. A man that takes up your mind 24/7. Sometimes you want to step out of your skin, shake it and step right back in. You swear you’re going mad the way you look for him in everything. You miss him when you’re not at work, you miss him at lunch or when he’s in his office during a meeting. You want to be near him as much as you can.

You never say anything, you two just sneak away and kiss. You pretend it’s not getting to you, endless days of him holding you and smothering you with affection in private. You act as though it’s natural, and that you crave nothing more. And boy are you feeling it.

When Friday comes Simon stood at the back of the office, watching Johnny sit on his phone. You sat at your desk waiting for time to pass until lunch. You wanted to go home, Simon and Johnny were being weird, constantly making Jabs at each other in passing. Saying snarky comments everytime you would try to talk to either of them, and it was giving you a headache.

Johnny stops by your desk and asks if you want to grab lunch and that was a quick and polite no. You wanted to say hell no, but that’s unprofessional. Simon asked what you were doing for lunch and you said nothing, which was true. You sat with your headphones trying to block everyone from your mind. You had your head down and from afar it looked concerning. Linda tapped your shoulder and you almost snapped on her, but held it together, some people were sending concerned looks.

But no one was more concerned than Simon, he was staring, trying not to bother you, but he could see something was wrong. He’s seen this picture before.

Over the weekend you ignored Johnny’s text messages and Simon’s calls that stopped after saturday. You layed in bed and slept all day. You wanted to go back home and be with your mom and dad. You hear a knock at your door, and maybe it's one of your neighbors asking you to move your car. When you go to unlock it, you check the peep hole and see Simon, with a potted plant and a plastic convenience store bag.

You sigh and open your door. “Hi.” his voice hoarse. “hi.” you say, He looks over you and frowns, “I wanted to check on you.” You nod, “Thanks.” you say inviting him in. “It’s spotless in here. '' he looks around. You snort, “that’s what happens.” you say grabbing the bag he handed to you.

“You okay?” He looks at you again. “I’m alright.” you say avoiding conversation. You guys sit in silence for some time. Simon notices your puffy eyes, and how disheveled you look as if you’d been sleeping all day. “You want to go lay down?” he asks, You can feel the tears well in your eyes, “Sure.” you say, voice wobbling a bit.

Simon takes his hood off, only in his compression shirt (slut!) and sweats, You get under your covers quickly and try to bury yourself in your pillows. “I was gonna go to the gym,” he lifts up the blanket and slides in, “But I was worried about you.” He finally gets comfortable and pulls you close. You lay in his side, his big arms around holding you.

“You don’t have to worry.” You look up at him, “I know, but I do.” his thumb rubs the skin of your arms, “Sometimes it’s nice to have people to worry about.” He sighs.

“I missed you.” you say quietly, “I missed you too.”

He squeezes you, and your hand comes up to his abdomen and you rub it softly. You both lay on your bed, trying to match each other's breathing.

“Simon, I want this to go somewhere,” you admit.

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deathmetalunicorn1 · 7 months

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Oh! I read about child reader dressing up as one of the RoR characters and saying they did so because the characters are their heroes! Can you do a continuation, please?? Imagine child reader running around dressed like the characters, it so cute!!

-Odin- He couldn’t help but beam, on the inside, watching you march around dressed up like him, a bright smile on your face as you held your candy bucket, half full already with treats. When other gods would see you, seeing you dressed up as Odin and walking around with them, many couldn’t help but melt, cooing on how cute you looked. However, if anyone said anything to him being cute for matching with you, they were cruising for a bruising! When Odin spotted Loki, he groaned softly, knowing that Loki was going to tease, but he was surprised when Loki did the opposite, hugging you while bawling comically, “You’re so cute Y/N!!” you just beamed, thanking him as he piled the candy he had gotten into you own bucket, telling you that you deserved all of it. By the time you arrived back home, you were in Odin’s arms, fast asleep and head resting on his shoulder, while his other hand was holding your stuffed crows and your candy bucket. He didn’t bother changing you out of your costume, just putting you to bed, pecking your forehead softly, giving you a smile that nobody else would ever see, softly thanking you.

-Buddha- The number of pictures that Buddha took of you, gushing the whole time over how adorable and perfect you looked! You had even managed, with Brunnhilde’s help, in getting the hair style just right and you even posed like him, hands on your hips with a lollipop in your mouth. Many others couldn’t stand the cuteness as well, thinking you were so adorable, praising your idea in being Buddha for Halloween. If anyone asked you why you wanted to be Buddha and you told them, Buddha would collapse, holding his chest every time. One who especially loved your costume was Zerofuku, who thought initially that Buddha had shrunk, picking you up, “Why are you so small now Buddha?” you just giggled warmly, telling him that it was you and he stared before seeing the real Buddha who was laughing nearby. Zerofuku melted when you hugged him, “I love you big brother Zerofuku!” With your cuteness, you had so much candy by the end of the night, it was impressive.

-Qin Shi Huang- Heads turned wherever you went, mainly because you looked adorable, but also because QSH was telling everyone to stand aside for the ruler of China. Many thought he was talking about himself, until they saw you and immediately you were the center of attention, taking pictures, posing with him, and getting lots of candy! He adored that you wanted to dress up as him for this weird holiday, which he enjoyed thoroughly because he was getting candy alongside you and seeing your smiling face. Brunnhilde knew that with you dressing up as QSH, it was going to inflate his ego, and indeed it did, but at least while he was with you, he did nothing but shower you in praise and treat you like you were the emperor/empress. You had a lot of fun, seeing people bowing to you and calling you Emperor/Empress Y/N, while QSH held you up like Simba, telling everyone to bow down to you. You were passed out in his arms later on that night, completely exhausted, but overflowing with happiness, and he was too, holding you close, determined to make you proud.

-Simo Hayha- Was constantly pulling his hat down or his scarf up over his bright red face, unable to stand how adorable you were, holding your toy gun and taking turns holding onto Cerberus’ leash with Hades, and Simo’s own dog, Snowy, walking each of your doggy friends, as you got candy throughout the night. It wasn’t because you were just walking around dressed up like him, but what was embarrassing was that when people would ask you what you were dressed up as, you just beamed, “I’m dressed as my hero, Simo!” Gods you were going to kill him with how cute you were!! He wasn’t the only one however, seeing your bright smile and pure happiness was heartwarming for Hades and anyone who came across you, thinking you were so sweet for dressing up like your hero. Simo held your hand as you beamed up at him as you headed back home, your haul in Hades’ arms, “I had so much fun- thank you for coming with us tonight!” he smiled down at you, even if you couldn’t see it due to his scarf, but you see that his eyes were smiling, “I had fun tonight too, Y/N. Thank you for a fun night.” You beamed up at him before continuing your journey home.

#record of ragnarok #ror x reader #ror odin #ror buddha #ror qin shi huang #ror simo hayha

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Kyle Gaz Garrick who meets you the most mundane way when you spill your coffee on his shirt on your way out of the coffee pub while he just got in. You stare at the stain on his chest, horrified, and beg him to let you help with the stain since your apartment is only a block away and honestly it is your fault. At first Gaz agrees just to calm you down from the spiral, but then you're talking and god how is he supposed to not ask you out when you laugh like the fucking sun at his jokes, like come on, he is only a man.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who takes you on a date in a park at night, and you tease him, till he's taking out a blanket and a basket out of the trunk of his car and sitting you down at the old romcom projector screening at the park. It's a sweet and quiet affair, you catching him up on characters when he loses the thread, too busy looking at your moonlit profile, and him bunching you up in blankets and his jacket so you don't catch a cold.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who, in fact, catches the cold. It's ridiculous after the places and situations he works in day to day, but he's ready to chance another helicopter incident than hack up another bone jarring cough. His phone rings off the hook till he picks it up to hear your sweet voice, and lo and behold, there you are, at his doorstep with soup and medicine.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who feels something settle just under his ribs when you fuss over him, taking over his kitchen and bundling him up in blankets, holding a steaming cup of mint tea under his nose, refusing to accept his no. You let him clean up and make him change into a clean set of sweats, taking it upon yourself to tidy his room, and there's Gaz, his fever addled mind unable to fully comprehend the domesticity.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who doesn't let you leave after he falls asleep on you on the sofa watching The Emperor's New Groove, and you don't have it in your heart to move him. So there he wakes, fever broken, nose stuffy, to find your heart soft under his head, your tshirt stained with tears and mucus and sweat, and yet the first instinct you have after waking is to press those soft hands against his head to check the fever.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who is so aware of how his heart can't even be called his own since you're all there is in it. You mourn your plants over dinner and tell him about your nosy coworkers, and Gaz's heart aches with how familiar it all feels. How familiar you feel.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who doesn't feel the butterflies, doesn't feel his heart jump. It's a quiet kind of settling, where his soul knows you. It's not a holy shit you could be mine, it's more like whoa, there you are, because he's been yours since you looked over your shoulder at that park, your hair shining silver under the moon and joked about the cheesy movie.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who tells as much to the 141 on his first day back, because hiding it is no use after the way his face lights up at your caller id asking if he got to base safely. He half-regrets it immediately once he sees the look on Johnny's face. Price is no better and honestly is somehow worse than the Scot, where the two of them can't wait to meet 'his sunshine'. (Their words not his he would like to say on record. (NOT that he's arguing)). The only bearable one is Simon, or so Gaz thinks, till you're on a video call and Simon cracks one of his jokes and then there you are going back and forth on the driest humor known to mankind. Soap is about to bribe you with scotch from his personal stock just to make the two of you shut up, and Kyle's lips hurt from the grin he's been sporting for the past half hour. He's so happy he could marry you.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who will in fact marry you. He tells Soap as much after the ring falls out of his desk in a bout of tipsy chess-boxing that Ghost suggested to sharpen their minds and bodies. Kyle had suspected he was joking again but LT's humor is hard to discern sometimes and well they were bored anyways. Price congratulates him with a toast, Simon offers him a firm shake and a short 'good job Gaz' that he acknowledges for the emotion it carries in the soft eyes behind the mask as he tells Gaz he made the right choice. He would've had more affection in the return hug for the one Soap offered had the Scot not clapped him on the shoulder with too much enthusiasm and made him fumble the ring on the floor.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who watches silently in absolutely terrifyingly slow motion as the ring slips his grasp and lodges itself deep into the crevice between his desk and the wall and the floorboard, evading his desperate attempts to catch it.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who will propose to you as soon he gets back. Just- just let him find it first. And yes it is objectively hilarious to see four highly trained and virtually killing machines on the floor trying to get a ring out of the crevice but they have big fingers and they're drunk. Gaz is seriously considering another ring. Price is telling him not to give up. They're too drunk to notice the pencil knife on the desk that can be used to pull the ring out. It takes them 87 minutes. They all pass out on the floor of Gaz's bunk till your call comes through.

Kyle Gaz Garrick who smiles like a madman as Price tells the same story in his Best Man's speech, the ring now shining on your left hand that's been in his own hands since you reached the alter hours ago. There's dents on the inside of the ring where they tried to pry it out of the corner using a tactical knife. Kyle suggested repairing it but got it halfway out of his lips before being silenced by your 'don't you dare!'

Kyle Gaz Garrick who spills coffee down his own shirt three years later in the morning after you wake up to him holding the pregnancy test you forgot to pick up from your vanity after your call making sure his plane touched down safe.

#is this anything?#kyle gaz garrick x reader #kyle gaz garrick #gaz cod #gaz call of duty #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #jace.txt #i have never played this game #but I tried #just let me know if the characterization is wrong and I'll try better next time

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With the rounds nearing the end in the manga, how do you think the fighters left will be matched? Personally, I think is gonna be Anubis x Simo Hayha, Loki x Rasputin and Odin x Nostradamus. Not for any particular reason, just a feeling.

Which leaves poor Sakata Kintoki to cheer on the sidelines I guess…

okay so i already talked about my predictions in a very old ask..... but i can no longer find it 💀💀

i DO remember that i guessed the last round would be odin x nostradamus, but i said that solely because i think it'd be funny to have a round that's basically gilf vs twink 😭😭😭

BUT BUT BUT, now that we have the latest development of odin scheming to bring back arche or whatever, i now DOUBLY believe that nostradamus would be the one to fight him solely because i think nostradamus actually got a vision that something like that would happen. remember, he was sent to helheim as punishment for destroying the bifrost and when asked why, he said it was for shits and giggles

HOWEVER, i now believe he did that because it had something to do with odin's plans. he saw it and he wanted to prevent it, thus why he had to destroy helheim (maybe arche rises from helheim and in order to keep midgard and valhalla safe, he tried to destroy the bifrost to keep them disconnected???)

as for the leftover human fighter, i also remember saying that i believe there would be a tie in one of the rounds, which would lead to an ADDITIONAL round being made to act as a tie-breaker. this way, ALL the fighters would be utilized. the humans would get to bring out the leftover fighter whereas the gods would send out another fighter (i also think it'll be siegfried, poor brunhilde lol)

also, i'm like.... 90% certain that this current round (susanoo vs okita) would be the one that ends in a tie. right now, the ending seems way too predictable. the gods have had too many wins recently, so it's almost certain that the human fighter would win this time. but literally all of us are already aware of it, so i feel like the mangaka's gonna pull a SIKE and make it end in a tie

#👸🏻| asks #👸🏻| arsenic blues

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theautismgoblin · 4 months

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Okay so I already talked bout the Snow Genie Au, but I GOT THE CHARACTER SHEET DONEEEEE

Okay so, all the characters keep core personalities here. Finn is the Vamp!King (he hates getting called that), Simo is the Time Oracle (instead of wish master), Snow Genie (aka Prismo) is the Ice King, Jake is in Gunther's spot (his dad did this, cause his bio-dad is horrid), Marcy is a sweet yet care-free girl, and Bonnie is still a scientist with questionable morales, Dream Trunks is the Cosmic Owl stand in (if a bad dream with her happens, she leaves a treat somewhere in the affected person's home). Magic Scarab is a little crud who just wants revenge on Prismo (who isn't sane) for causing the apocalypse. And Betty is a God Auditor (she takes care of anyone against Golb).. Oh yeah

Golb is considered the main god now. So the Lich and Billy are also swapped (but Lich is still the last scholar of Golb, since understanding chaos takes a loooooooooootttttttt)

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Not Without You | Chapter Two

Summary - You want to know what Ghost's problem is? Well, you got it.

Relationship - Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Word Count - 2,342

Warnings - Angst, ghost gets c*ckblocked

A/N - Thanks to @poopypantilonies again for helping me edit this chapter. Just wanted to add since I forgot to last time, I am a full-time college student. My plan is to update once a week, but my assignments might get in the way of that, and if they do then I apologize in advance. I really enjoyed writing this chapter, so maybe you'll enjoy reading it. :-)

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Chapter One

I do not own any Modern Warfare characters.

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Price called you and the rest of task force 141 into a meeting room to go over the details of the plan that’s a few months out, just like Soap said. It was sort of cut and paste, Hassan will be hiding somewhere with the Las Almas cartel and you’ll show up knocking at their door. Everyone was paying close attention, but your mind kept drifting to other matters.

Ghost was standing so close to you that you could practically feel the heat radiating off of him. It had been two weeks since you first arrived back onto the Los Vaqueros base in Mexico and Ghost has yet to say more than a few measly words to you. It was starting to become really annoying. It was like you had become the ghost in some ironic way.

“Any questions?” Price said as he took a quick scan of the room. No one moved or said anything. With a slight nod of his head he continued, “Alright, well as we get closer to the mission date, details may start to change. If they do I’ll do another debrief. Dismissed.” Everyone said a quick “Yes, sir” before filing out of the room.

Ghost had quickly made his way out of the room, but with a few ‘excuse me’s, you caught up to him. “Hey, Simo-”

He quickly cut you off by saying “Lieutenant.” His large steps made it practically impossible for you to keep up.

Rolling your eyes at his comment, you went to speak, but not before almost tripping over your own feet from moving so fast just to stay at his pace, “Fuck! Lieutenant,” you said, “Can you please stop for a second?” With a deep sigh he abruptly stopped just before he reached the doors to exit the building and turned towards you, causing you to run straight into his chest.

Suddenly nervous from bumping into him and the way his eyes were just peering straight into your soul now, you took a few steps back and quietly said, “Why have you been avoiding me?” His stature and how he loomed over you made you regret even deciding to confront him on this. Was it immature? Foolish? His eyes were so relentless, the black around them definitely didn’t help that.

“I haven’t been,” his voice grew gruffer. Was he mad at you? Obviously he had been since he couldn’t seem to scrounge together enough time to visit you, especially after what you went through. It was hard to have seen the people under your command explode in front of you. It was harder now that the person you thought would understand your pain wasn’t there for you at all.

“Then why didn’t you visit me at the hospital? Or even say anything to me since I’ve gotten back onto base?”

He didn’t say anything, he just stared at you. He was really starting to piss you off. There were boots approaching from behind you. The loud thumping of them seemed so distant, your head pounded with frustration and you could only focus on how cold Ghosts eyes were. The sudden touch of a hand on your shoulder took you by surprise.

Your slight jump made Soaps hand pull back, you were the first to break the eye contact you and Ghost shared as you turned to look at Soap who seemed unaffected by the growing tension that he had interrupted. Looking between both of you he said, “Sorry to interrupt, but Gaz was talking about doing something for lunch together,” he said. When no one said anything he continued, “Would you two like to join?”

“No,” Ghost quickly replied and turned, pushing the double doors open to leave the hallway you had been in for what seemed like an eternity. Shit. Realizing you didn’t get the answer you needed, you turned to Soap and said, “I’ll be there, just give me a few minutes,” before flashing him a quick smile and pushing the double doors open.

After doing a quick jog to catch up to Ghost once again, you felt the anger of his non response bubbling inside you. Not thinking, you shoved his shoulder and practically shouted, “What the fuck is your problem?” Your shove did nothing to him except cause an annoyance.

He swung around to face you, “My problem is that you never know when to quit!” he replied in the same tone you used on him. Fuck, he was scary. His eyes seemed to flash red and his voice was deeper than you were used to. You immediately regretted the way you approached this the second time around.

Annoyingly, you could feel the prickle of tears. You refused to look this weak in front of him. There was a sinking feeling making it’s way into your chest. You gave him one last look, tears almost ready to fall now, and turned around back the way you came. You refused to look back at him as you wiped your eyes with the back of your hand.

This lunch idea that Gaz had wasn’t as bad as you thought it was going to be. It was just you, Gaz, and Soap sitting in the dining facility on base, eating the just okay food that was offered. Compared to what you’ve seen from mess halls before, you were just grateful it wasn’t mush and actually recognizable.

Soap said your last name after swallowing a mouthful of food, “What was happening between you and Ghost earlier?”

Your face grew warm, and you didn’t know if it was from anger or embarrassment. You didn’t want anyone to know how easily Ghost could sway your emotions, especially not Soap or Gaz. Yeah, you were close with them, but you still didn’t like to come across as anything other than tough. You had worked very hard to get to this point, and it definitely wasn’t by putting the feelings you had for a member of your team on full display for everyone to say. “Oh, it was nothing, just wanted to ask him what kind of eyeliner he used,” you said with the straightest face you could muster. Gaz and Soap shared a look before they began to laugh. You couldn’t back your laughter either. This is definitely what you needed after the headache that he-who-must-not-be-named put you through.

“Wonder if the commissary on base keeps it in stock just for him,” Gaz said between his spurts of laughter.

You guys talked, cracked jokes, and laughed for who knows how long. You sure as hell didn’t until you looked down at the digital watch on your wrist, “Oh shit, it’s late!” It was 5:30. Okay sure, it wasn’t that late, but you had been there awhile. You decided it was time to call it quits and head back to your room in the dormitories. You said your goodbyes to Soap and Gaz before leaving the hall.

The air was cool against your face and the sky was slowly starting to turn that light violet color that happens right before sunset. As you walked, the shadows of the buildings began to grow and grow. It was getting dark quicker than you expected and you felt like you were being watched.

Your pace quickened as you saw the building that housed the teams rooms. Once you had left Soap and Gaz, that sinking feeling settled back into your chest. You felt so dumb after confronting Ghost. What right did you really have to do that?

You finally reached the door to your room and entered. The familiar space let you relax at least a little bit. You untied your boots and kicked them off before sitting on your bed, letting out a deep sigh. Suddenly, there was a knock at the door. With a groan, you got up and opened it to see who’d be bothering you.

Unexpectedly, you were met with a skull mask. Your eyes hardened as you met his stare. “What?” you said coldly.

Ghost cleared his throat, “May I come in?” Your brain was screaming at you to say no and tell him to fuck off, but you just couldn’t pull yourself to do it. There was something in his eyes that made you cave. With a nod, you stepped aside letting him squeeze past you. He didn’t have his usual plate vest, the millions of straps he always had on, or his gloves, just his grey jacket, jeans, and boots.

Closing the door behind him, you asked, “What did you come here for?”

“I…” he looked down at his hands, “I wanted to.. apologize for what I said earlier.”

An apology from Mr. Tough Guy? You crossed your arms over your chest, “Get on with it then.”

Clearing his throat once more, his gaze moved up to your eyes and said, “I’m sorry for what I said earlier, it’s just that..,” He fell silent.

Your patience being test, “It’s just that what?” You said in the calmest voice you could muster up.

He took a step closer to you, “It’s just that I’ve never had feelings like this before except for when I was a school boy,” his eyes softened, “I feel this incessant need to protect you, be there for you,” another step. “You being hurt made me feel somehow responsible for what happened.”

You couldn’t believe the words that were coming from the mask, “What..?”

Step. “I couldn’t bare to see you in that hospital bed, hurt from something I could’ve at least tried to prevent,” one last step before you were practically touching, “These feelings scared me and I knew I shouldn’t have been feeling them, which is why I’ve been so cold to you.”

You were at a loss for words. “Simon, you must know that there was nothing you could’ve done to stop it,”

He shook his head, “I should’ve been there with you, there were so many variables I could’ve changed, but…I didn’t. I hated the dark feeling it gave me just thinking about it all, thinking about you hurt.”

“I.. I don’t know what to say,” you were looking up at him, he stood so tall over you. It was ironic to think about this huge man being so open towards you. “What are you trying to tell me?”

Your first name rolled so easily off his tongue, “I have feelings for you.”

You felt your face grow hot, your heart beating so loud you started to think maybe he could hear it. You had always imagined him admitting his feelings to you, but he was so stoic and nonchalant you never thought he would actually do it, “So do I, Simon,” The lump in your throat made it hard to speak those words.

He placed his large hands on your waist. He leaned his head down so that his mouth was next to your neck, “You don’t know how long I’ve thought about you,” His hot breath tickled as he spoke. Your arms reached up for his shoulders, leaving more space for him to pull you closer to him. “Have you thought about me in the same way?”

You desperately wanted to tell him that ever since you joined 141 you’ve wanted this, you just always thought it wasn’t going to happen. “Yes, I have,” was all you could manage to say without revealing too much about just how deeply you felt for him. You wanted to kiss him so badly, or just even to feel his skin against yours. You reached up for the hem of his sun-bleached mask, moving to pull it up. With one swift motion he grabbed your hands and pulled away from you.

“No, don’t do that,” his eyes were so tender, they almost seemed hurt that you tried to remove the thing that gave him his anonymity.

“Why? Are you ugly under there?” You joked, hoping to ease the tension of your boundary crossing. He let out a chuckle.

“Quite the opposite,” you could hear the smirk in the way he said it. What a cheeky bastard. With that boundary understood now, he closed the distance between you two once more. This time his hand slipped under your shirt and rested on the small of your back, his hand felt cool against your warm skin.

“I couldn’t stand the terrible feeling I got from seeing the way you were upset with me, especially after I snapped at you,” His free hand caressed your cheek as his thumb brushed against your bottom lip, gently pulling it down, “I hadn’t realized just how much I was hurting you,” his hand began to move down your side, stopping at the hem of your pants and gently pushing in, “Let me make it up to you..”, you could feel his calloused fingers against your skin and he finally moved into your panties. You could feel your heat pulse with anticipation.

A knock came at the door, followed by the doorknob turning. Shit. Ghosts head whipped towards the door as he quickly pulled away from you. The room turned cold.

When the door opened, it was Soap. He looked between you two and raised an eyebrow, “Whats going on here?” Without a word, Ghost moved past Soap in the doorway, looking over his shoulder at you just before he left your sight. Soap had watched Ghost leave too, but now he was looking at you, still expecting an answer.

Your face flushed, still experiencing the warm feelings Ghost gave you, you cleared your throat and said, “It was nothing.” Soap narrowed his eyes as if he didn’t fully believe you, but he continued anyways, “Just wanted to say goodnight before I headed off to bed.”

You gave him a small smile and said, “Well, goodnight.”

Soap gave a tiny nod and said, “Goodnight,” before he closed the door. You could hear his footsteps making their way down the hall. With a breath of relief you fell onto your bed. What the fuck just happened?

#simon riley #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader

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robertfripp · 17 days

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one of my favorite music blogs covering belew <3

#adrian belew #king crimson #frippost

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Saw your review for the jl/rwby crossover. You mentioned Cruz as being one of the failures of the movie. Kind of leaves me conflicted because honestly she was kind of my favorite part of the movie while everything else was just mostly meh or frustrating. I am not that familiar with comic Cruz and the Incarnation I am more familiar with from DC superhero girls is very different from the comic from what little I know. Care to do a deep dive on this particular GL and how the crossover failed her?

Alright, I have some time to do asks, so lets dive on in! I was gonna write this out way better but my dotpoints kinda became their own essay so here we go!

TL:DR: I think that Jessica's anxiety was mishandled due to a fundamental misunderstanding of how her character is built in the comics, because they wanted a Cute Agoraphobic Queen (and forgot to have the agoraphobia). I also think that she lacked agency in her own mental health and plotline, with Jaune being the main mover in both, and that there is whitewashing to her design, as seen here compared to: other cartoons, other comic runs, her other rwby designs (feat. one Simon Baz because DC is keeping him from me)

Yeah. Hm. Anyway, lets get into my rambly thoughts about Jessica Cruz

Alright first things first: I’m not against Jessica Cruz being written differently to the comics if she’s written respectfully. I also really do like dc superhero girls and Jessica there is very fun as a character, even if I have some other issues with what they took out from her storyline

The thing about this iteration of Jessica Cruz is that apparently the theme of the movie was ‘gun violence’ or whatever and that’s. That’s her whole. That’s literally her whole comic backstory.

For a quick recap in the comics: Jessica Cruz one day was hiking with friends before they stumbled across some guys dumping bodies in the woods. All of Jessica’s friends were shot down and murdered right in front of her for being witnesses, and Jessica gained an absolutely brutal case of PTSD, which later fuelled her agoraphobia and anxiety.

Then, after spending 3 years literally never leaving her apartment out of terror that she was going to be tracked down and murdered like her friends, she was instead tracked down by an artifact called Power Ring (it’s complicated but p much it’s like an Evil Inverse Green Lantern Ring). The Power Ring, which is fuelled by the wearer’s fear and trauma, forces itself onto Jessica and turns her into a villainous puppet for it’s own will. She’s canonically being tortured by physical and psychological pain the whole time she’s wearing it. She’s nearly saved a few times from her Literal Possession but the thing that sticks is when she pulls a self-sacrifice and supposedly dies, only it turns out that the ring died in her place and then she got a Green Lantern Ring for her bravery in facing her fears and such. (I think the universe/writers were apologising because Genuinely WTF)

Now, the thing that a lot of people praise about Jessica as a character in most comics, is that she is, most of the time, a very realistically-written character with anxiety. Her anxiety is rooted mostly in her PTSD, which means that it has very definite triggers, one of which is, on her bad days, ‘guns being aimed at her’.

However, Jessica is also someone who actively works on this aspect of her mental health, she’s shown having gone to therapy sessions, learnt how to internally combat her negative self-talk, and actively works on herself. She has her coping mechanisms, and they genuinely work for her when she’s spiralling, and she’s able to work through her anxiety and remind herself that, in what is one of her main catchphrases ‘you are not your fear’.

DC Superhero girls pretty much just axed Jessica’s anxiety entirely and while she’s a fun character she’s also not really close enough to comics Cruz for me to really draw comparisons, although I do wish they’d been willing to explore that storyline (and maybe have Simon there) I understand why with the age range they didn’t decide to throw in Gun Violence and Anxiety (but they could have had Simon there where are you keeping him dc)

Meanwhile: RWBY/JL Jessica Cruz. Well. I don’t want to hate on people who like her. If you found joy in something that I did not, then I’m happy for you, but I do want to explain my problems. The first is the way they misrepresented and mishandled her anxiety, and the second is Jaune. Why does it always have to be Jaune, I don’t even hate Jaune, I just hate how much everyone in the writing rooms love him.

Anxiety: Jessica in the film is pretty much given a much more generalised anxiety disorder. She mentions that she’s had it from a young age, that she’s always been afraid, that the ring helped her fit in. She’s given a much different trigger of claustrophobia, and her agoraphobia is completely missing from her character. DC Superhero Girls took away her anxiety, so there’s nothing to misrepresent. RWBY/JL put in her anxiety, and put in the wrong one.

Comics Jessica’s anxiety, and her insecurities, come from a genuinely traumatic event, one that shaped her for years, one that she’s still fighting overcome. And then worse stuff happened to her and she kept going. I have a generalised anxiety disorder, I’ve had one since I was a teenager, and I can also say that how it was shown in the movie was… kind of stereotypical. She’s meek, and she shy, and she’s nervous and jumpy and doesn’t feel like she can do anything. And this is meant to be Jessica who still is that adult, just in a teen brain, and I know hormones suck, but they completely axed the fact that this is canonically a character who has mental health issues and works on them so they could have Jaune peptalk her through her panic attacks, which. Cures them, all of a suddenn

Yeah we’re getting into the Jaune stuff now. Jaune is the catalyst for everything Jessica does. He makes the plans while she worries, he talks her through her panic, he talks her through all her anxiety, and then… that’s it, really, all she does from that point on in the movie is Solve All The Problems. The emotional core of most of their scenes from post-Jessica confessing her anxiety disorder up until ‘the claustrophobia panic attack’ is on Jaune missing Pyrrha so much that he ignores Jessica actually trying to be reasonable about ‘this is sus’. It feels like they wanted to do ‘Jessica gets a best friend who helps her through her anxieties and supports her to stand on her own’, forgot to write the second part of that, and forgot one other tiny lil detail

WHICH IS SHE HAS ONE.

Simon Baz is Jessica’s Green Lantern partner in the comics, they’re your classic ‘hothead/cautious’ duo, they have literally the best interactions of friendship ever, this is the man who worries that Jessica’s not feeling okay after a bad day and shows up to make her pancakes for breakfast. They also have a real interesting quirk to their specific brand of green lanterning, which is that Hal Jordan was like ‘okay you need to learn to work together’ and fused their Power Batteries together. (quick rundown: green lantern rings need to be periodically charged up with lantern shaped power batteries otherwise there’s no constructs or cool costumes). Simon and Jessica cannot recharge their rings separately, they have to work as a team. And the first few comics of their run are great (I know nothing about the state of it now). They’re mutually supportive, they both have their issues, and Jaune feels like he was written to slot into that role.

I get that ‘we can’t have two green lanterns in here that’s boring’ was probably what was said but this is also what speaks to a wider issue about how Jessica is getting a lot more press time in non-comic properties. Which is awesome! Overall I love her character, I love the different takes on her, and it’s very cool to see her. Simon Baz, however. Is. Not getting any of this. Which is a shame. I just wish that my duo could get to be a duo.

But, I mean, if dc superhero girls is willing to just completely nix jess’s anxiety from her, why not nix Simon Baz’s backstory and still have him be her partner there? Why do all these properties decide that Jessica is best written when all of her character stuff beyond ‘female green lantern, occasionally nervous’ is removed from her? This isn’t just a rwby problem, but it’s something I’ve noticed especially in the rwby movie because of how they took Jessica’s character, when her backstory as it was would have tied into the so-called ‘theme’ for gun violence, and stripped her entirely for parts about ‘Jaune is a nice caring friend look how protective he is of poor scared Jessica’. He even powers her up for HER big 'ending the bad guy' move instead of allowing her to be as strong as a green lantern ring is meant to be

Jessica in the film is pretty much written as ‘nervous agoraphobic adorable widdle queen’, all of her actual agency, all of her own inner strength of being someone who struggles with anxiety and overcomes it is removed so that she can be a Pep Talk Recipient, and I gotta say another small thing: pep talks, in my experience, don’t actually cure a chronic generalised anxiety disorder.

Oh yeah and also not only is her Green Lantern outfit in this crossover really not good (everyone is, except vixen, vixen’s power is too strong for rwby character designers to truly damage), she’s also definitely whitewashed to the point that I think a lot of people would find it hard at first to know that she’s meant to be Latina. Like, even compared to her Adult Version, or her rwby comics version, or, say, some of the other animated versions of her, or even her comics version in The Good Runs, as shown above. I called her ‘ben 10-ified’, and I stand by that, it’s just… it's a bit eesh, considering rwby's other problems with colourism and such.

I think all the DC characters got massacred, but if this had to be the anxiety rep for the film, why couldn't it be the Jessica who was actively working on dealing with it, dealing with her self-talk, like this?

I know rwby's allergic to character development, but come on. Jessica is more than an Anxious UwU bean. That's kinda the whole point. Also, she plays pokemon, what's not to love?

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