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mrshesh · 9 months

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Hello :D I saw that you write for Modern Warfare 2, so I'd like to request how the boys would react if you ask if they'd still love you if you were a worm! Hehehehe :p

"a...worm?" - modern warfare 2 x reader

overview: mw2 men reacting to you asking if they'd still love you if you were a worm

pairing: mw2 men x gender neutral reader, romantic

genre: fluff

a/n: hi anon! thanks for the request, it's really funny. i had a blast writing this. keep them coming!

x simon "ghost" riley

He would turn his head super slowly in your direction after you ask, and you can practically see the look on his face, even with his mask on 😭

He hits you with one of his side eyes, processing the question as he blinks judgementally at you.

“Fuckin' hell." He immediately sighs.

“Well? Would you?"

"Sure."

He would indeed love you, and yes, he would feed you and take care of you.

Realistically, Simon would keep you in his pocket at all times. He would also try to teach you self-defense! (Would it go horrible? Absolutely. But it’s the thought that counts.)

x john "soap" mactavish

“A worm?” He sits back in his seat, looking down at his shoes as he digs into his brain as if this is the most important question of his life. “Yeah, I think I would."

Before you know it, you’re discussing your worm life with Johnny in full detail, with him explaining how he’d build a small house for you in his backyard.

Immediately bursts out laughing at the thought of you as a worm crawling around with a gun on the battlefield.

“As long as you don’t cheat on me with some other worm lad, I’d still love ya, bonnie.”

x kyle "gaz" garrick

He, like Simon, hits you with one of his side eyes.

He actually thinks about it for a hot minute, though, going through the pros and cons of this hypothetical situation.

“Yeah, pretty much.” He concludes, shrugging as his thoughts return to the mental list of the upsides and downsides of you turning into a worm.

“The biggest pro is that I can protect you easily. The biggest con is that you’re a worm.”

He gets so into this scenario, discussing the matter with you as if it’s forthcoming.

“What about you then? Would you love me if I was a worm?” He returns the question, his mind still wandering. Would you have shelter? How would he feed you? Would he accidentally stomp on you? “Yeah, I would. We can be worms together!” “Word.”

x john price

“Where do you come up with this stuff?”

He rubs his eyes almost urgently, a light groan coming from him as he breathes heavily. He’s trying to act all tough and unbothered, but in reality, he’s melting inside. He thinks your thought process and comfortability with him is adorable.

“I’d have to be extra careful with you, wouldn’t I?”

He runs the scenario in his head, playing it back and skipping forward like a movie. He’s very conflicted. It’s hard to love a worm, but it’s not just any worm - it is you!

“Sure.” He shrugs while his eyes lock in with yours. His face is to die for. He looks so done.

Realistically, he’d keep you in an aquarium full of dirt. It would be in his office so he can keep an eye on you to assure you aren’t doing something absurd, as worms do.

x alejandro vargas

Oh, he’s living for this.

You can’t help but snicker a little when he starts laughing at your question. He’s even smacking his thigh with his hand! It can’t be that funny… it’s a simple question!

He wipes his teary eyes when he can feel his hearty laughter calm down.

“Mi amor, you’re too funny. Yes, I would.”

He’d keep you in his pocket, regularly feeding and petting you. He’d also talk to you constantly, knowing you can’t do anything about it - the thought of it makes him giggle.

“You’re not planning on turning into one, right?”

x phillip graves

“...What?”

He’s so confused. Why are you asking him this?

He rolls his eyes at your expression. Your deviance drives him insane, but it also makes his heart flutter.

He tries avoiding the question, but you keep poking and prodding - it’s safe to say he’s not getting away without an answer.

“You’re driving me crazy, sweetie.” He sighs, shaking his head in exhaustion. You can see the corners of his lips curl up when you cackle at his response.

“It would be difficult, but I’d try. Only because it’s you.”

He would have a hard time originally, but he’d grow to love your worm self. It’s still you, after all.

x könig

“Hm… I suppose I would.”

His eyes narrow when he thinks of you as a worm. He’d fancy it if you don’t turn into a worm, but he’d still absolutely adore you.

“You really would?” “Yes. But wouldn’t that be kind of difficult?” His voice is as soft as ever, which tells you he’s genuine. He doesn’t want to hurt your feelings, and he doesn’t want to lie to you - which is ironic since he’d take the best care of you out of all these men!

He would always keep you on his shoulder and talk to you constantly. You would always be full and entertained, and he would be inclined to pet you regularly.

He would be afraid to hurt you on accident. He’s a big guy! So he would be cautious with you.

You would also be in his hands a lot! He would love holding you.

“But I’d prefer it if you stay like this, schatz.”

x horangi

His head snaps in your direction instantly. His eyebrows furrow unhesitatingly, but he’s soon giggling like a schoolgirl.

“Jagiya… you are crazy.”

He, like Kyle, starts thinking about this as if it’s inevitably cropping up.

“I would. Just don’t slither all over my face.” “I said worm, not a snake, Jin.”

He’d keep you on his helmet/his head most of the time. He would remember to feed you every time he eats, and like Simon, he would try to teach you self-defense. He’s already protective of you, but if you were a worm? He’d be your bodyguard.

“What do worms even eat?” “I don’t know. You’re gonna have to figure that out.” “Wait- don’t tell me you’re turning into one?”

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inkwolvesandcoffee · 4 days

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TF141 Meeting Soap’s Little Sister (a.k.a. You)

CoD ML

The task force didn’t know what to expect, but it certainly wasn’t this. They already have to deal with Soap’s husky antics, which can already be too much to handle. Multiply that by two and no one, especially Simon, wants to deal with that.

But they certainly wouldn’t mind the company of the woman in the doorway.

Why on earth didn’t Soap warn them?

For John, it’s the sweater paws. For a second they make him selfishly want to dress you in one of his sweaters.

For Simon, it’s the way you shyly hide behind your brother, a habit you still have at your big age. Normally he loathes shows of fragility, but yours is endearing to him. For the first time in a very long while, it kindles something in him.

For Kyle, it’s your eyes. He simply can’t look away even though he’s aware it makes you uncomfortable.

“Lads, meet my sister, Y/N.” The adoration Soap has for you is plain to see in the gentle smile that plays out on his lips, proud to be your brother and amused you’ve barely changed from your younger days. Why else would you look at him, lowkey terrified of the strangers he’s brought into your home. “It’s awright, hen. They’re good men, even the big bawbag with the skull mask. Go oan an’ introduce yerself.”

Clutching your brother’s sleeve, relieved he’s home and glad for his protection, you introduce yourself. “Hi, I’m Y/N.”

And in that moment, without so much as trying, you have your brother’s unit wrapped around your finger.

So much so that Simon removes his balaclava before he even crosses the threshold. Unbeknownst to you, it’s extremely rare to see the man without his mask and always leads to the unit members exchanging surprised glances.

“What’s this, LT?” your brother asks, badly faking disbelief.

“Proper etiquette. Plus, I can’t eat with the thing on.”

“Oh, so you do eat. I thought ghosts didn’t have ta.”

“Johnny…”

“Just messing with ye, Ghost.”

“Ghost?” you ask.

“It’s my callsign, miss. I- I mean, Y/N.” He keeps his distance, but tries to make himself as small as possible to seem less intimidating. “We ain’t on duty now, so’s just Simon.”

“I see.”

Throughout the night, your brother’s comrades try to win your favour. Kyle offers to help set the table, teaming up with John who beats him to it by lifting the stack of plates in your hands. “Can’t have the lady of the house do everything, can we?”

“But-“

“Please, Y/N, allow me.” His features soften, though there’s a strange glint in his eyes you can’t name. Nevertheless, it sharpens further into sterness as John turns around and starts speaking like you’d imagine he does out in the field. “Gaz, get over here. We have to help our hostess out.”

“You… you really don’t…”

“It’s the least we can do,” Kyle reassures you, shown up at your side at the first word of the captain. “We’ll try to do it neatly.”

“Oi, Gaz, stop being cheeky and get moving.”

“Yes, sir.” Kyle sighs. “He makes it sound like we’re on a battlefield. Fortunately, this is less severe, innit?”

“It might be if there aren’t glasses between now and ten seconds,” John mutters, circling around you two to put the last plates down and move on to cutlery.

“Ever the perfectionist. Where do you keep them?” Kyle asks.

You point at a cupboard. “Right there.”

“Okay. Y/N, we’ll do a proper job. Promise.” And with that, he’s off to help set the table.

While cooking, you observe Simon dawdling around the kitchen. Or, rather, as you discover when you lift your head to check what’s going on, he’s forced to thanks to Johnny.

“Och, just offer yer help. Ah dinnae ken, chop some veggies. Also, she’s into video games- Y/N!” Johnny slaps Simon on the shoulder, feigning ignorance. “Can this wee bawbag help ye with anything?”

“Stop calling me that,” Simon grumbles through gritted teeth.

“Do you cook?”

“He-“ Soap opens his mouth to answer for his friend yet finds himself cut short.

“Haud yer wheest, John. I was nae asking you, I was asking Simon.” Holding out your spatula as a threat to your brother, you turn to the gentle giant.

Simon looks at you through his lashes, but quickly averts his gaze when your eyes meet. “I dabble. Try to put proper grub on the table sometimes.”

“Help me do the same?”

“Uh… sure.”

“Lovely!”

“Have fun, LT.” Johnny offers you both a cheeky grin, then turns on his heel to return to the others.

And so Simon finds himself cooking alongside you. Truth be told, you partially did it to save him from his brothers in arms. Regardless of how well he knows them and the amount of time he’s spent with them, their extroverted personalities still wear him out. His silence is telling, different from the intimidating version he dropped the moment you opened the door. You’ve seen how his eyes glaze over, occupied with dreams you can only guess at. Occasionally he’ll nod and make a noise to make the others think he’s listening.

Nevertheless, it’s still surprising Simon tries to start a conversation.

A conversation that goes in all sorts of, mostly nerdy, directions. So soon you find yourself listening to elaborate explanations of the lore of various FromSoftware games, a topic Simon passionately enlightens you on.

He stops mid-sentence when you chuckle. “What?”

“You have a nice voice.”

“Oh… uh… thanks.”

“Jesus, Y/N, you’re some kind of miracle worker.” Gaz walks into the kitchen to grab another beer from the fridge. “How’d you get Ghost to talk?”

Simon glowers at his companion, but stands down when you gesture for him to remain calm. “Sometimes you simply need the right person, a genuine heart that listens. Now, boys, let’s eat.”

“Food?” Johnny calls from the couch.

“My days, what are ye? A husky?” you call, only partially truly annoyed.

Dinner is an amiable affair. The men (yes, even Soap) censor themselves, finding it inappropriate to start effin and blindin in your company. All the same, they include you in the conversation however possible and fall silent when they notice you want to chime in. Unbeknownst to you all, Johnny is especially vigilant none of the other men makes an advance towards you. Sure, you’re a grown woman. Nonetheless, to him, you’ll always be the wee bairn he held as a four-year-old boy, the barely grown girl who couldn’t stop crying when he was deployed for the first time.

You’re his little sister, the only girl he’d gift the moon if he could.

That being said, though, should you end up with any member of the unit, he dearly hopes it’s Simon. So it’s actually quite reassuring for him to see you two get along as well as you do.

“Two peas in a pod,” Soap mumbles, the words muffled by beer and the clinking of cutlery.

The lads gesture for you to remain seated while they clear the table and do the dishes.

“‘S alright, Y/N. Leave it to us,” John says when you try to get up from your chair.

“You really don’t-“

“No, no. Please.” The bear-like hand on your shoulder is gentle though strong, persuasive in its conviction for you to remain seated. “A small favour, really, to repay your kindness.”

The table cleared, John and Simon excuse themselves for a quick smoke. In the meanwhile, Johnny and Kyle wash the dishes.

For dessert, you sit the men down with coffee and tea to enjoy with a scone.

Kyle falls a little more for you when you show you’re full of contrasts. Shy on the surface yet so fierce when defying your brother. “I was doing fine, crocheting my time away without puppy antics.”

“I’m nae like a dog.” Your brother stops mid-bite to protest.

“Johnny, yer a bloody husky.”

“Well, at least I’m one that did nae get shot.”

“Oh, haud yer wheesht, like you ever will. Just enjoy yer scone and tea. Wait!” You hasten to the fridge to retrieve a jar of orange marmelade. “Here, have this.”

“Homemade?”

“‘Course. It’s not like I’ve forgotten how you dislike store bought.”

“Thanks, sis.”

“Thank you for coming back in one piece, bro.” You turn to the men, who all sit up, alert. “And thank you for bringing my brother home.”

John has to restrain himself and not give into the urge to plop you in his lap. To make sure he won’t, he tucks his hands between his legs when you brush past him to retake your seat across the table.

Simon is good at hiding his emotions, but definitely wouldn’t mind it if you leaned on him and talked some more about video gaming. He loves the way your whole expression brightens when you do and would like nothing better than for you to be his player number two.

Stories and small talk, with the occasional silence to appreciate being alive and well, fills the kitchen as the arms of the clock creep closer to midnight.

At some point you stifle a yawn. Unfortunately, not before your brother catches you doing so. Johnny looks at the clock then back at you. “Alright, lads, it’s been great. However, despite her stubborn arse refusing to admit it, Y/N’s getting tired. Now being the great big brother I am,” the harsh slap on the upper arm does little to make him pipe down, “I think it’s time I show all of you the door.”

John, Kyle, and Simon get up without so much as a word of protest. After all, it’s bad etiquette to wear your hostess out nor does it help your chances with her.

You expected only a handshake as a farewell. Nevertheless, it’s hard to refuse the open invitation for a hug John gives you. His embrace is warm and gentle, testing out the waters to see what you will and won’t allow. His chest rises and falls with a satisfied sigh when you let him rest his head on top of yours. To be honest, it’s nice and comforting, the way he rubs some heat into your arms. “Goodnight, love. Thank you for the splendid evening.”

Kyle’s hug is more casual, like you’re a dear friend he’ll see again in the short run.

“Can I get a hug from you too?” you ask the man standing by the door, who has his hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans. For a moment Simon seems about to step forward. Yet, for whatever reason, he remains where he stands.

“I don’t think-“

“Please?”

How can he say no now? His mind short-circuits when you wrap your arms around his waist. His hands hover in the air for a moment before he places them lightly on your shoulders. “Thanks for tonight, Y/N.”

“Had fun?”

“I did.”

“Glad to hear it. Also,” you lean back to look at him, “keep the mask off. You’re not a lieutenant here, not Ghost.”

An amused hum escapes Simon, though later in the car he’d have to keep denying Kyle’s allegations he saw him smile. “Copy.”

“Go oan, I won’t keep you any longer.”

“Y/N?”

“Hm?”

“Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, Simon.”

You watch the men clamber into John’s car. They’re all staying the night at his place before heading off home.

“You like him, don’t ye?”

“Who?”

“Ghost.”

“I don’t know him.” Johnny gives you a quizzical look. “Simon, though, perhaps. He’s a good man.”

“He is.”

The only man who has his blessing to court you.

Who he hopes will truly be family one day.

His future brother-in-law.

#CoD x Reader #Soap McTavish #John Price #Ghost x Reader #Simon Riley x Reader #John McTavish #John Soap McTavish #Kyle Gaz Garrick #Captain John Price #Simon Ghost Riley #CoD MW Ghost #Ghost CoD #CoD Ghost

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aforestescape · 19 days

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simon ‘ghost’ riley and johnny ‘soap’ mctavish x reader - adorable. now give them both a boyfriend

content includes: i want two boyfriends and i want the boyfriends to be boyfriends. male!reader or gn!reader; ‘boyfriend’ used for reader but no defined pronouns, eludes to sex

i was rambling with some online friends earlier about how great it’d be to have two bfs

more of them here.

beds: double cuddles. being the middle spoon is the best until it’s not…

in the beginning of your relationship napping and sleeping together is a bit awkward. not because you aren’t all comfortable with each other at this point; it’s the fact that none of you have a bed truly big enough to fit the three of you comfortably.

johnny is a clingy sleeper. large body seeking out whoever’s limbs are closest and koala-ing onto them. simon on the other hand prefers to spread out and seems to hate the feeling of covers or blankets over him. he sleeps naked most of the time and will kick all the covers off in his sleep. it’s not uncommon to find yourself waking between slumber and having to try and drag the blankets back over yourself. only to find your arm and/or leg stuck in johnnys hold that strengthens with your movement.

and they’re both just large. beefy and hairy men, taking up all the space on the bed. summer nights being the worst, even with the air con set to a staggering 16 degrees celsius. all that muscled mass and body fat, sticky skin and ticklish hair. growing boners pressed against tight skin, you can hardly get a well rested night.

no matter your size it’s never not a mess of limbs to untangle from come morning. only the fact that it’s them making you put up with the less than great sleeping arrangement.

but those are just the days you decide to sleep together in bed. of course there are nights when one of you decides to stay in your respective flat. or even rarer nights when you all manage to sleep on your own, nobody to share space with.

needless to say, when you all finally move in together you spend a good amount of money on a bed large enough for the three of you.

two times the love

one thing to be said about having two partners, you had double the chances for a person to put up with your jokes and attitude. after a particularly hard day at work, having to deal with your coworkers who were always a bit too nosey. somehow never understanding that you don’t owe them an introspective look into your life. especially your love life that they were keen on working out after they realized you were dating two attractive and well fit men.

coming into your home, grumbling as the door slams a little harder than normal behind you.

you let out a sigh of relief as you spend the rest of your night in the comfort of their bodies. simon letting you nuzzle your head into the heft of his arm. johnny running the palm of his hand over your head in a soothing manner, mumbling sweet words to you in his thick accent.

coming home to cuddle with them, play games, cook dinner together. your own little bubble in the world that made you feel safe. you were safe, they’d protect you even when you don’t need it.

“i’m glad we can all be gay together,” you say jokingly, voice muffled against simon’s arm.

———

another night spent in your kit, leaned against the counter with a cooler in your hands. johnny sitting on top of the island across from you and simon stood next to his spread legs. you watch fondly as you all chat, simons fingers splayed over johns thigh. squeezing in an absentminded gesture, stimming more than anything.

nowadays it was rare for you all to see each other at the same time. even though you’d finally all saved and scrapped change to move in together, a nice little house with a decent amount of land. enough space for a garden that you’d brought up wanting to start. how rewarding it’d feel to cook for each other with the foods you grew.

but a new place meant a shift in routines, having to grow around and between each other’s schedules. especially being in a relationship with multiple people, you’d learned how to work a calendar as best you could.

so you took the time to enjoy this. just you and your boys, drinking and filling your home with a new warmth that’d you’d already grown used to. easily recognized as the same warmth that squeezed in time with your heartbeat. you were pulled from your thoughts as your boyfriend laughed uproariously. simon giving johnny a warning tap on his leg.

“aye- im only teasin’ love.”

you watch simon roll his brown eyes before cutting over to you. “and what do you think of this? says everyone can use two more boyfriends.” simons voice is dry but you can tell he’s amused or maybe it’s the infectious laugh johnny had.

“hmm. two more men, that means john and kyle right? i think we’d need a bigger bed than the one we have now but i’m more than happy to share you idiots with them.”

falling into domestics

onto the topic of beds again. you’d already agreed it’d be an important investment. you spent a few days wondering if you should splurge upwards ten thousand for an alaskan king. a hefty price but it could be worth it.

that is until johnny brings up the fact that you can just make your own for cheaper. says he’d seen it online and it was a simpler and cheaper solution to your problem. with that out of the way you ordered two full sizes and a few different bed sets. you all ended up spending the most time on trying to find a bed frame than anything else.

coming home one day from running errands to find simon in the yard. rented table saw connected by an extension cord running to the house and a decent sized pile up of wood. some pieces already cut down the size and shape. you didn’t question him, not wanting to interrupt his process until later in the evening when you were having dinner.

when he gruffed out that he was making you a bed you were surprised. sharing a glance with johnny and then looking back at simon. biting your bottom lip as you’re struck with just how fucking hot that was. your boyfriend spending days in the hot sun to make a bed just for you to break in together.

simon agreed it was reward enough as you and johnny spent the first night in your new bed worshipping his body. hours of attention to his freckled and scarred skin. kissing, biting, and licking stripes up taut skin that had simons head tossed back into your pillows. whispering words of praise and love in his ears as you made love to him into the early morning hours.

delegating dates: i want my boyfriend to have a boyfriend and i want for them to go on boyfriend dates

you look up from behind your desktop monitor, watching as johnny ruffles his hand through his mohawk. he’d been growing out the hair, letting it shag down to the nape of his neck. you’d spent many hours running your fingers through the thick strands. pulling on his hair to bring him to your level for a kiss was quickly becoming a favorite activity of yours.

you watched in amusement as he spent minutes of time fiddling with his hair. somehow even after dating so long he still gets nervous to go on dates. it’s incredibly sweet, a sentiment you share with simon. as he runs product through his hair to get it managed you let your eyes drift over his body. your gaze darkening slightly at just how delicious your boyfriend looks.

you wish to yourself that you weren’t behind in your work pace so that you could enjoy just how good your partners looked tonight.

watching as simon has enough of johnny’s taking too long, stalking over to wrap his big arms over the smaller man’s waist. you watch quietly as simon leans his head down to mumble something in his ear, taking note of the shiver that runs over johns body.

you can feel your breath steal away just watching them love each other. so soft with one another, obvious affection for your eyes only to truly witness and understand. sometimes you’re really struck by how much you adore them. how utterly lucky you feel to be able to love them and in turn how they love you.

biting your lip, you slip your phone from your desk to take shots of them.

one of simons blonde head obscured into johnnys neck. johnnys pretty pink lips parted on a breath as he tilts his neck for him. another with johnnys pouted lips spreading into a grin. another click and they’re kissing, lips moving slowly with practiced effort.

it was truly like beholding art. some sort of feat and testament of the universes power to bring such gorgeous men together. to let them love one another in ways that simon and you could only ever grow up craving. a love that johnny so readily gave to you, a love he knew instantly upon meeting would be reserved for you two alone.

special edition: shared custody

before you move in together, riley is practically a child of divorce, the poor sweet pup. he’s simons biological child of course, but now you and johnny are his stepdads. so he’ll spend days between your flats. at first he’s not a big fan of all the traveling. but as soon as he realizes the long drives mean new places to explore he quickly perked up.

now he looks forward to weekends at yours or johnnys. a different path to take, somehow something’s always just a little different for him to be bound with energy on walks. and your place is near a pets store. if he wasn’t a better behaved pup, he’d try dragging you to the door everytime you get close to it. but since he is a good boy instead he’ll give you the saddest eyes. nosing your pants leg to get your attention as if you would skip getting him a treat.

okay but we had such a good and silly conversation about what we’d do with two partners and😭 i have so many more thoughts. also i’m a pet play ghoap truther👆🏽so if/when i write more for this expect it

#ghoap x reader #ghoap x male reader #simon riley x male reader #johnny mctavish x male reader #cod x male reader #ghoap x you #aforestescape

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bravo4iscool · 4 months

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Levi Baby🖤

The way I adore you for pairing Simon with a Chubby girl. I bring a thot to you if you're interested:

Bodyguard!Simon Ghost Riley x chubby f!reader

- He's newly retired , gets asked for a favor from Price for a friend's kid

- Said kid is a mid 20's thicc woman who is all business since she's a lawyer in Human Rights and involved with the UN.

- He thinks she's going to be a snob based off looks bc girl loves to dress and she does it well, she observes Simon as he is. Brooding, Haunted and Self Assureed with a drizzle of dark humor but loyal.

- They get off on the wrong foot [Simon was being an irrational ass forgetting his manners and respect], reader isn't scared of him and doesn't take lightly to being disrespect3d for no apparent reason.

- They're holed up living together under the radar since the thr3at to reader was pretty big seeing it was world leaders

- They're going to have to learn to live with each other, where Simon barks orders - reader is anamused and calmly condescends. He can't even get annoyed bc she's antisocial and a houseplant but he's trying

- doesn't help that he's so.so attracted to her.

*make this as suggestive as you want (give ghost heart attacks with her choice of home clothes please. We know he's touch straved, emotionally constipated and needed a therap session.

Make her stress him out by confronting all of that in her short fiery demon way please.

I hope your new year is sweet Love💋

oh lord. oH LORD. how can you write this and not think about me fainting😭 THIS IS- URGH- AMAZING AHHHQGACQGQVQZQZAVQ!!!!

i hope i can do this justice😭 normally i try to imitate simon’s accent but bro… i was just too tired to do it now, so i hope you can forgive me for that🥲

KEEP HITING ME WITH STUFF LIKE THIS OH MY GOD😩

not really happy but i tried my best :) also not proof-read!

(masterlist)

REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

“There’s no but’s!” Simon argues while almost dragging you—his protégée—along the hallway inside the safe house. “You’re in danger and it’s my job to protect you!”

“I’ve been perfectly fine on my own before,” you argue, trying your best to wriggle away from his grip. You hated it when he manhandled like that.

He turns around, his eyes fiercely staring down at you and you feel like they’re piercing through your soul. “Have you ever had the Taliban threaten you, huh? Or fucking ISIS? I don’t think so; so stop whining and follow me!”

You want to argue with him, tell him he’s not allowed to talk to you that way but damn, you knew he was right. Ever since you started working for the UN you’ve been threatened—you were getting used to it—but only by small groups not someone like the Taliban.

“We’re gonna stay here until the threat is eliminated for not serious anymore.” His statement leaves little room to argue but you’re itching to say something anyway. It’s wasn’t your nature to just shut up. You were a lawyer, you were used to arguing.

You grimace as you force yourself to accept your fate. You didn’t want to but in the end you knew Simon was right. So, you follow him, an annoyed look on your face. You hated it when he was right.

“It’s only temporary,” he grumbles as he kicks a door open and pushes you inside. “It’s not like I want it, okay?”

You only roll your eyes, throwing a halfhearted ‘whatever’ at him and inspecting the room he hauled you into. “This is where I’m gonna stay?” you ask him, a slight hint of defeat in your voice.

“Pretty much, yes. I’ll be on the other side of the hallway,” he explains, leaning against the door frame. “In case anything happened, of course,” he immediately adds; just so you don’t get a…wrong picture of this whole thing here.

“We got wifi here?” is you next questions when you turn to look at him, your arms crossed in front of your chest.

“No wifi. No contact to the outer world,” is his answer and you feel your blood start to boil.

“You have to be kidding me! How am I supposed to work then?” You throw your hands in the air, letting out an angry huff. “You can’t just cut me off civilisation!”

He only shrugs. “I can and I will. Work can wait, alright? Your life is more important now.” Again his voice leaves no room to argue but this time you won’t take it. You put your hands on your hips, looking up at him.

“You think that’s how it works? Then, please Lieutenant Riley,” you spit out his rank “fly over to the dozens of war criminals and tell them to stop too! Oh wait-“ you act shocked. “That’s not how it fucking works! You can’t expect me to sit still and look pretty while the world drowns in injustice!”

“Would make things a lot easier tho,” he mumbles under his breath while pushing himself off the door frame. “Just…do something that doesn’t require wifi or anything like that, alright?” Before you can even think of an answer he leaves, shutting the door behind him. Why the hell was he treating like some little child?

“How old is she?” Simon wants to know as he hands his old Captain the picture of you back. He’s sat on a chair, his legs spread, one arm resting on the back rest.

“Mid 20s,” Price answers, placing his folded hands onto the table. “She needs security and her father’s not really…trusting the usual companies; and since you’re nearly retired I thought you could use the job.” Simon holds Price’s gaze and nods along. “He trusts me, therefore he trusts you. She’s a lawyer, heavily associated and involved with the UN and human rights.”

“What are the details?” Simon slightly tilts his head, curiously raising his eyebrows.”

“24/7 protection. The full package. You’ve done it before,” Price explains and Simon once again nods along. “Before you take the job tho-“ he pauses. “She’s, well… she’s a lawyer Simon. You need to know what you get into.” The Captains gaze hardens, his back straightening. “She won’t like that she’s on protection detail, therefore she’ll be treating you like that.”

Simon only smirks, flipping his well kept coin between his fingers. “There’s nothing I can’t handle John. I’ve met people like that before and I was perfectly fine.”

Now Price was the one smirking while shaking his head. “I know and I don’t question your abilities but she’s a civilian—the one you’re protecting. You can’t handle this the way you’ve handled other subjects before.”

“I know what I’m getting into,” Simon assures in a calm tone definitely not knowing what he was getting himself into.

“Fucking hell,” Simon mutters when he first sees you. You’re walking straight to you office—the one he was sitting in—involved in a heated talk with that seemed like your secretary.

He’s able to make out single words but well, his hearing wasn’t the best anymore after nearly 20 years of military service. And now he thinks he probably should’ve stayed in the field.

The way you’re waking and talking and dressing just screams ‘snob’ at him. He slightly lowers his head to gaze at you, once again playing with his coin. Maybe he should’ve declined the offer and taken on the underground wrestling instead. Would’ve been more fun for sure.

As soon as you spot your guest you send your secretary away, bracing yourself for the following conversation. You weren’t a fan of getting security and you definitely weren’t a fan of the fact that it was a friend of your father’s friend and he—apparently—was everything but easy.

“Lieutenant Riley,” you greet him, extending your hand to him. When he stands up to his full height you slightly crane your neck; the professional smile still on your face.

“Ma’am,” he greets in a gruff voice, the skin of his hand raw and calloused as he return the handshake. “Pleased to meet you.” He isn’t. He just wants to leave but he brought this on himself so he needs to finish it now. ‘One year’, he told himself. ‘Then I can quit.’

“I can only return the pleasure,” you smile, clearing your throat. “Would you mind sitting down at my desk?” You ask, pointing towards said desk. “I think it’s easier to discuss business over there.”

Simon agrees, towering over you as he makes his way over to one of the chairs in front of the desk. You take place behind it, carefully straightening your blouse. He needs to warn himself not to stare. Fuck, why were you so pretty? A pretty little snob…

“This has to be taken seriously!” Simon raises his voice at you, successfully blocking the door of your office.

“This is nothing I haven’t dealt with before,” you argue with him, crossing your arms in front of your chest. “So please, Simon, let me get out of my office and back to work.”

He huffs, “Not a change. You’ll be staying here until the threat is cleared.” He glances over his shoulder, loving and hating the fact that you had a glass office. “Are these bullet prove?” he asks, looking at you again.

You sigh, “No.”

“We’ll have that changed,” he immediately answers and you start to shake your head.

“We’ll have nothing changed! You weren’t hired to renovate my office!” You walk towards him. “Now, Mr. Riley, please step aside so I can continue working.”

“Not happening.” He straightens up to his full height, expecting you to back off but you do the exact opposite. You swat your finger at him, looking up.

“I don’t care what you think, you will stay here; if you want it or not.” His voice is stern and stoic and you need to do your best to not full on scream at him.

“Don’t you dare talk to me like that,” you hiss, your index finger jabbing his chest. “I can make my own decisions, I’m a responsible adult. So don’t you dare talk down to me that way!”

When Simon doesn’t make a move you let out an angry huff and shake your head. Then you turn away and stalk towards your desk. “Fucking military man,” you curse under your breath, ignoring the way he stared you down.

You stare at your open suitcase, debating what to wear. On the one hand, you kinda were on your own, on the other hand, Simon was with you.

You were comfortable in your body—no question—you actually kinda liked the extra cushions but sometimes you felt like Simon was staring at you. Like he wasn’t able to take his eyes off of you and that made you…feel something. Something you were afraid of.

“Ah fuck it,” you say under your breath, fishing out some shorts and a shirt. You could care less about what Simon thinks. You both are only work related. Nothing else.

You tap down the stairs, walking straight into the kitchen. “You want something to eat?” You ask Simon, glancing at him when you hear him enter.

“You willing to make some?” he jokes, expecting you to say ‘no’ but when you say ‘yes’ his eyes widen and he pauses for a second. When you notice it you let out a small chuckle, opening the fridge and multiple cabinets to see what you could make.

“Any friends that’ll miss you?” he asks once you place a plate in front of him, looking up at you with curious eyes.

You shake your head, “Nope. Not really.” You sit down opposite of him, grabbing your fork. “Too busy to have friends.”

He tilts his head, blindly picking up the food either his fork. “No boyfriend?” He knows you don’t have one. You have no dates, no flings, nothing; but he wants to hear it from you. Maybe then his fantasies wouldn’t be so forbidden…

“Please,” you laugh. “We’d be divorced before we even married.” You take a sip of water and look at him. “I don’t have time for relationships and that kind of stuff. I have a target to pursue. Ain’t no time for distraction.”

He only nods in an understanding manner, playing with his beer bottle. “And you?” you ask. “You got someone?”

He shakes his head. “Nah. I’ve got you to deal with. That’s enough.” He smirks when he sees your facial expression, letting out a low chuckle. “I’m sorry. That was uncalled for,” he continues joking. “But no. I don’t have anyone. Never really had.”

“Oh…” you say in an almost pitiful tone and he hates it. It not that he couldn’t get someone. He just didn’t want to. That’s a big difference. “Well not really different for me,” you then snort, slightly grimacing. You had this one guy ask you out for prom but that turned out to be a bet rather fast and after than you decided to not to date in school or university anymore.

Yeah sure, you were more chubby than other girls but that doesn’t mean that you’re not lovable, right? By now you were comfortable in your body—you were in your mid 20’s—but sometimes you felt yourself slipping back into the insecure girl you once were. The one who thought that no man would ever lay his eyes on her in a lustful or loving manner.

Simon’s itching to say something; to ask why you don’t have anyone… You’re perfect. You’re nice—even if he hated to admit it. You’re pretty, you’re so fucking soft… Did the men around you not see that?

“Simon?” You wave your hand around in front of his face, chuckling when he slightly flinches, his pupils blow. “Are you alright?” you carefully ask, eying him as if something was wrong.

But he only clears his throat, “Yes. Everything’s fine.” Then he hastily stands up and nods at you. “Thank you for the food.”

You watch after him as he leaves, a frown on your face. Was he really okay or was he just lying to you?

Simon on the other hand was probably turning red as a tomato. How could he allow himself to slip like that? Fuck, he needed to keep himself better under control.

As soon as he reaches his room he shuts the door and leans against it while opening his pants with shaking hands.

He had a—growing—problem and he needed take care of it. Now.

Approximately one week into the lockdown Simon finds you in the living room, crouched over a bunch of files and documents.

“What’s that?” he wants to know, looking over your shoulder.

“Work,” you simply reply, taking notes and pushing the papers around. You were so close, this close to finally finish this case but something was missing and it stressed you out.

He slowly nods, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “And how did you manage to get these files?”

“I’m a lawyer Simon. I have my ways and connections,” is your plain answer and you can basically feel him tensing behind you.

“What if they give away your location,”

“They won’t.”

“How can you be sure?” He tries his best to be calm but god, you were testing his nerves. He gave you strict orders and you were supposed to follow them.

You turn around with an annoyed sigh, looking up at him. “Because my father brought me those. You think he would sell me out to the enemy? I doubt so.”

You raise your eyebrow, waiting for any other complaint by him but be only looks at the files behind you, then at you again. “Maybe check the mission reports of the special forces.” With that he leaves you alone, more than confused.

You know why Simon told you what he told you when you find what you need exactly there. The mission reports were sitting somewhere beneath everything else because you didn’t pay much attention to them; in the end they were the solution.

Now you could finally link the crimes to someone and with that to the government or the military at least.

The next time you see Simon you almost jump into his arms, thanking him over and over again. “Now the case is finally closed,” you tell him with a big grin on your face, completely forgetting that you’re usually not so happy when around him.

Simon just awkwardly pats your back, pushing you off him and ignoring the burning desire deep within him. He knew it was risky to give you a tip but you were struggling and he didn‘t like that. He just hoped that you wouldn’t ask him why he knew that you should look at the mission reports. Once you knew that he was a war criminal this job would be over. And while you certainly were a pain in the ass sometimes he felt a very present attraction towards you.

Simon realises he’s a goner when he wakes up one morning and sees you walking around in a shirt. Just a shirt, as far as he can see and it does something to you. His hands are itching to touch you and he finds himself excusing himself more and more to the bathroom.

And you? You started to notice the kind of power you have over him and it makes you boast with pride. You, a chubby little lawyer in your mid 20s, has him, an almost 40 year old retired military Lieutenant, wrapped around your little finger.

After that you decide to play a little game. Wouldn’t hurt, no? Just subtle touches. Brushing his arm when you walk past him, patting his chest when he helps you with something, your legs touching his whenever you sit beside him.

He tries to shrug it off but you can practically feel how worked up he gets and how hard it is for him to keep him shit together; and that fuels you only more. How long would it take for him to break? To crumble beneath your touch, huh? You wanted, no, you needed to find that out.

Simon knows what you were doing. He isn’t stupid but he hates it. How was he so weak that you were able to play with him like that?

After a week, maybe two of you dancing around him he has you caged in against the kitchen counter, towering over you.

“What makes you think you can just play with me like that, huh?” he asks in a low voice, his eyes scanning your face for any reaction. “You think it’s funny? Working me up like that every day?”

You try not to be intimidated—or turned on—by him but god, he’s just- you don’t have any words for it. He’s tall, broad and fucking strong. You once got a look at the muscles under all his clothes and you weren’t the same after that. Nu-uh.

“I thought you like it,” you reply with a cocky grin, trying to overshadow your uncertainty. “Do you want me to stop?” You blink at him, acting all innocent and pure. In the corner of your eye you see his grip on the counter tightening. Oh, you had him where you wanted him.

A ‘bloody hell’ is all you get before his lips crash down onto yours and he heaves you on top of the counter. His hands find their way to your hips, scarred fingers tracing them and squeezing, wanting to pull you even closer.

The moment his lips touch yours you forget everything else. This is want you wanted—needed—for weeks. And lord, that man knew what he was doing.

You weren’t a fan of him dragging and pushing you around but right now? Right now you couldn’t wish for anything else. You bury your hands in the dirty kind strands of hair on the back of his head, gently pulling at them which results in him groaning in your mouth.

“Take me to the bedroom and maybe I’ll stop teasing you,” you breathlessly tell him once he breaks the kiss only to kiss you again immediately making you all hot and tingly.

You can feel him smirk against his lips before they trail down your neck towards your collar bone. “Ain’t gonna take you anywhere love,” he whispers and you’re able to once again feel him smirk against your skin. “Gonna fuck you right here on that kitchen counter. You want that?” he looks up at you through hooded eyes, which makes you swallow.

“Words love, words.” His tone is playful even tho you can see the desperation in the way his hands move all over your body, letting you see stars already.

“Yes…please,” you almost choke out, feeling like everything you want to say is being swallowed my your throat again. You’re unable to talk.

“That’s what I wanted to hear,” Simon teases, straightening up to kiss your lips again, cupping your cheek. “Gonna take good care of you,” he promises. “I’m gonna show you how a real man treats you,” he swears and you can feel a familiar but also unfamiliar heat building in the pit of your stomach.

(i got scared to write the rest👍🏼. i’m sorry, i’m still new to writing smut😭)

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Farmer! Soap x Reader headcannons

Cw: mentions of kids, kilts, being a witch, catholic! Soap, being a virgin (both parties).

• He's a very playful lover, he always wants to make you laugh and just in general wants to keep you happy.

• As a dairy farmer he's always watching over his cows. Watching the way they walk, run, how they lay down and get back up. All to make sure they don't go lame. After all if they don't produce milk then the town doesn't have milk and you don't have milk to make his favorite foods.

• If you're ever sad he'll find a way to make you feel better, for instance sometimes you both will go into town for the fun of it, buying things you don't need.

• He definitely lives in the Highlands of Scotland and he definitely wears his kilt and some boots while working in the fields. No matter how many times to tell him not to.

▪︎ Because of him wearing a kilt he most likely gets injured a lot. So, you take up the practice of medicine. Even though you get called a witch because of it.

• Johnny who defends you when people try to kill you for being a witch.

• Johnny who wants as many kids as humanly possible. It's in his genes you know?

• If you have a boy you can guarantee that the little one looks just John. While a little girl would look like you.

• He would teach his son/sons how to run the farm. Ex. How to trim cow feet, how to help birth a calf and, what they can and cannot eat.

• He would protect you from any and everything. Even if it's not something he can fight, he'll be damned if he doesn't try.

• He's definitely a Catholic. He waits until marriage, no matter how hard it might be for him. But, he's glad he waited because he got to marry you and have you as his first. He would prefer if you were also a virgin. Means you're a proper lady.

• He likes to spend time with his mates so twice maybe three times a week he goes and visits the other John, Simon, and his other buddy Kyle. He would also take you with him so you can hang out with their wives and the kids they have.

• He wants to get a feel for what you would look like as a mom. Even if it's not your or his family His mates are close enough to family, along with his own.

• His mom ADORES you, she loves gossiping with you and baking with you. Even the simplest things are fun to do with you, she shares what she knows about what's happening in town and you share what you know.

• We love gossiping especially while our husband's are talking about their own things. Which is probably boring anyways.

• You hate when he travels alone, it means that if he gets hurt then he won't get the care he needs in time. Which makes you stress, even though he carries a sword, a sword is no match to a gun.

• But he always sticks to his word, which is to "Always come back to my bonnie lass."

• As much as he loves his cows, he also loves his horses. And, he teaches you how to ride a horse the "un-ladylike" way.

• No both legs on one side shit. One leg on each side. He claims that riding like this could save your life one day.

• Even though a woman riding like a "man" is looked down upon. He has you ride like this as often as possible, even sometimes into town. And when another man trys to say anything he glares at him.

• Even in those dresses that all women wear, it's hard to get on the horse like that. It's not that it's a heavy dress, it's just a lot of fabric and you don't want to accidentally flash anyone on accident while getting on an off a horse.

• Most of the time though, you're riding on the back of the same horse, clinging onto his back while he takes you to one of his mates house or down to the blacksmith.

• At the end of the day, he loves you and he's not afraid to show or tell you. He's a big fan of pda even if other men in town think he's a loser because he worships the ground you walk on. Not literally, but if you wanted him to, he would.

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jenchann · 2 months

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Angel Baby

(Just a little self indulging soft, fluffy, big boy Husband Simon "Ghost" Riley)

You barely noticed a figure entering the bedroom, your husband’s soft thumping of feet approaching you as you sit with your top unbuttoned focused on a small cocoon nested in your arms. Simon sees you breast feeding your child, looking so angelic and soft as light poured from the windows and into the room, your breath matching with the baby’s. He forgets time as he just takes you in, taking in every single detail of this moment thinking what did a bastard like him do to deserve you, his Angel and the beautiful child you blessed him with.

The little champ was gulping his meal of the day so furiously, tiny fists in the air, fingers moving in sync with each little gulp. You finally looked up to see your husband all silent having this look of adoration, looking at you like this was the moment he was waiting for all his life. He would say he is indeed blessed with a marvellous sight , one he never in a million years he thought would be possible.

“My Lu’ve” his thick accent rolled past his lips as your eyes met, your lips tugging into a exhausted but contented smile.

He comes over to caress the baby’s cheeks with an adoring look glazing all over it's form, finally settling on the expressions the small human did, looking up in awe at his dada, eyes exact shade as his.

“This little attention seeker…” you could see Simon’s eyes soften and his fingers stalling as he leaned in to kiss on the baby's forehead. He was a big man and very strong. So strong that he himself at times didn't even know his to control his own strength and ended up causing accidents, for which he would have this big puppy eyes after along with the sulking, as he gets sad he couldn't control himself. There was definitely something you felt seeing your big husband trying his best to be soft and gentle, especially now of all times.

“Keeps stealing you away from me…and my meals” Simon said as his eyes set on your beautiful full breasts playfully before he kissed your forehead.

You laugh at him turning your head towards him as he sat beside you.

“Just like his dad.. Can't tolerate not having my attention I guess Mister Riley” you lean on his side as his large hand wrapped around your shoulders, steading you against his huge frame.

But your son soon bit you making you hiss lowly in pain, a new habit he has been starting to have from the last few days and it was hurting your sensitive flesh. Simon staggered forward with concern, eyebrows scrunched at your displeasure.

“We really should get that milk pump we saw last time…Or atleast a nip cover Mama” Simon’s pinky finger evaded the babies lips as his son clutched dada’s finger in his tiny hands thinking it was food.

“Oh he's teething good Mama” Simon's face lit up as he looked at you and planted a kiss on your lips, clutching your neck. The sound of your pecks echoed together with your son’s excited sounds seeing his parents together filled with nothing but love. The few quiet moments passed, of you feeding your son, leaning against your husband's chest. You could feel your fatigue melting away by relaxation just by your husband's supportive presence beside you.

“Imma wash the dishes real quick a'right?” He gave a quick peck on your cheek as you laid down on the bed beside the wrapped human burrito, your hands protective around the form.

"Maybe i could help you with second round on the other side, after?” His eyes rested on your chest, his eyes playfully glistening as he looked up at your beautiful face.

“Then the laundry better be finished too mister!”

“A’ye, Mrs.Riley!” he gave a two finger salute with a Cheshire grin before he happily left the room.

It had you thinking if you had just given your husband a vigor filled motivational reason to do stuff around the house faster!

(P.S Please reblog the post cause it helps me reach a lot of people which in turn motivates me to write more! thankyou!)

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Okay final episode thoughts that I don’t know that I can expand into real coherent thoughts so heck it we’re doing it live and cramming them together, no chronology just memory vibes, PART FOUR:

- I think part of the problem of it feeling so fast an episode, for me, is the anticipation; I waited to watch it with friends and by the time it was finally happening I had been waiting all day and it was killing me.

- That being said, the pace is breakneck, for something that starts so peacefully

- Love that we get immediate confirmation that Ed is not suited to a fisherman’s life. Though I do love the conflict inherent in Ed meaning “simple” as a compliment based on how hectic and chaotic his life has been up to this point, but of course someone who doesn’t know any of that would think he’s insulting them.

- Also very interested in the shift of Ed going to direct killing rather than trying to put a layer between it and himself; it’s the Kraken but in Protection Mode. Adore that for him. (And maybe the killing doesn’t count if they’re English Navy.)

- I had a feeling Stede was talking to Zheng about being a failure the longer the season went on. Delighted to be proven right. Was also shocked to hear she thought Auntie was dead but then had to reckon with the fact that she hasn’t analyzed a single screenshot and spotted Auntie like I did soooooo

- The simmering anger in my own gut when I saw Spanish Jackie’s overrun and the lady herself treated like that. Also OF COURSE THEY BUILD UP RESISTANCES TO IOCANE POWDER POISON IN THIS HOUSE

- (Side note but the number of ofmd fics, my own included, that have Princess Bride as a reference or element in them makes me smile)

- Calling Ricky Pinocchio. IZZY calling Ricky Pinocchio. The layers. The subtext. The intertextuality. The face-value humor. I’m salivating.

- The letter Ed reads! The way they say the words together!! If they don’t start next season with matching lover’s tattoos (or include it somewhere), I’m rioting.

- THEY GET TO RUN AT EACH OTHER ON A BEACH TO NINA SIMONE FOR REAL THIS TIME

- okay but is Ed’s knee brace a victim of the budget cuts this season bc I miss it

- the entire time they were running at each other I kept shrieking “please don’t stab each other. Please don’t stab each other. Boys please drop the swords and don’t accidentally stab each other”

- KISSIES.

- I LOVE YOU. TWICE.

- Zheng having it up to HERE with these useless gays

- NOT NOW ZHENG THEYRE VERBALLY AFFIRMING THEIR CARE FOR EACH OTHER AND ALSO KISSING

- Olu caring for Auntie. I cry.

- I also cry bc it has seemed to me all season that Auntie and Zheng have a dynamic similar to Izzy and Ed but less deeply toxic; I love that just because it isn’t as toxic, it doesn’t mean that it doesn’t still hurt them both. Auntie choosing to listen to Olu and be softer and more open with Zheng, and Zheng returning the favor, is so important to me. Cannot emphasize enough its sweetness. Especially with Zheng thinking she’d lost Auntie.

- “It’s only a suicide plan if we die” STEDE.

- Giggling to myself at the butt shot bc 1. Of course the guy whose butt it is has a whole post about it where he’s a delight, and 2. Fandom has been begging for them to show hole all season, y’all satisfied? ;P

- Why does everyone look so hot in those uniforms though. Why is Ed putting on a tricorn hat so attractive. These are uniforms that represent imperialist cruelty, WHY IS EVERYONE HOT IN THEM

- (It’s the rebellion of it all I think)

- Awfully bold of Ricky to immediately turn on them when he’s still close enough to be shot, but I think it’s his Rich White Boy recklessness.

- Con O’Niell giving the performance of a lifetime to the very end. The subtlety of Izzy not being okay through the entire mad dash to the Revenge, culminating in him leaning on Ed AND Frenchie and the implications of that I EXPLODE

- So. Turns out my final mini theory about that bloody hand screenshot from the trailer was right; it is Izzy’s blood, and it is Jim that Ed’s hand is blocking.

- Izzy giving the apology we have been waiting for all season as a deathbed confession, HECK

- And giving voice to the fact that he loved and needed Blackbeard! And that he knew he was feeding it even though Ed had OUTGROWN it!! And giving Ed closure and release from having to be Blackbeard!!! GUUUUUHHHHH.

- I really didn’t think izzy was going to die until three days ago. Im so sad. It’s thematic and perfect and if someone had to die of course it had to be Izzy and they did him right by that death scene but I CARE MORE NOW. CHEFS KISS STORYTELLING.

- This end bit, to my memory, feels a little scattered and messy; Zheng wanting to work together to get back at Ricky…and then the ship sails off without Ed and Stede. Maybe I need to watch again but I got some whiplash there. Like yeah it’s way more important to the story that Ed and Stede get at the very least a break from piracy before the next season, more in line with the themes and character arcs, but. Idk. Felt sudden still?

- Pete and Lucius marriage ;A; “you may slash each other’s faces” ROACH PLEASE

- YES ED WE SEE YOUR ROMANTIC SIDE EYE

- FRENCHIE IS THE CAPTAIN NOW. Capitalizing on that quiet arc he’s had all season!! I love it!!! And showing that all of the Revenge crew have it in them to be leaders and the best versions of themselves when given an environment where they can. And now they have capable women aboard! Win-win!!

- I need to go dig up my post about the hollowness and toxicity of revenge in this show bc I have more examples to add to it and strengthen my theory

- Ed and Stede about to go through their Anne and Mary arc. Let’s hope they pivot faster than the other two and don’t get stuck in a rut the same way. But I love that they get to try this out together, to find new dreams and things to do together. They deserve that.

- I also respect the showrunners so much for giving us an ending that could be a decent end if Max doesn’t renew for a third. I like being able to hold my two favorite shows next to each other and see that the two extremes of ending in an uncertain place work—for GOmens, a heart-shattering cliffhanger was absolutely the right call. For OFMD, a soft ending that can be expanded on if allowed. I love them both.

- Gonna go rewatch and then rewatch the whole season and then rewatch both seasons, excuse me.

#our flag means death #ofmd s2 #ofmd s2 spoilers #I weep. I cry. I sob.#what a good. WHAT A GOOD.

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*slides in*

Soo I know you get way more Pokémon stuff, but my mind can’t let go of an idea for Simon Belmont 👉👈

So, like, I feel like it’s established that Simon is dumb(affectionately, of course, but I remember him starting a fight during a dinner when he didn’t need to, cause he didn’t know how to talk his out of something.) BUT ANYWAYS!

And it’s kinda a thing he did his quest on like a week and some, just to kick Dracula’s ass twice.

But just thinking of that makes me think of how he’d act if anything happened to you. Like, one of Dracula’s minions thinks it’s a bright idea to kidnap the beloved of enemy, to use as leverage.

But the second Simon finds out he’s on rampage, seeing nothing but red and on a mission to get you back. Monsters are slain, stuff broken, things on fire, but he’s tossing everyone out of the way.

I just love the idea of him starting a bloodbath, and then being the sweetest thing once he finally finds you again.

He goes from vicious, and breaking doors to splinters, to an excited dog, and holding you tightly in his arms, swearing to never leave you unprotected again.

We love and adore Simon Belmont in this house!!!

Jes and I have agreed that Simon would be a guy really hard to piss off. He has patience like a saint, and if you piss him off, he’s like a one man army.

I mean he already is, but like, x100

He has no mercy, and probably is incredibly brutal and efficient when on a war path. Especially when it comes to you.

Someone hurt or kidnap you? He can barely remember anything from the moment he finds out to when he saves you. All he really remembers is the intense fear and rage trying to burst through his chest.

It does not take him long to find you.

When he finally saves you, he’s so sweet and happy! Man will personally carry you back home after checking on you for any injuries that need immediate attention.

He’ll dote on you the whole way home too, and as soon as you get home as well. You’ll be treated like royalty.

He may even consider either moving to an undisclosed area, or consider having someone put up wards at home to protect you further. He won’t be taking any more risks.

Your safety is his main priority.

#simon belmont #castlevania #castlevania simon #simon belmont x reader #ask #anon #zed.talks #long post

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AOMG Profiles

Hey everyone! So, I finally wrote the AOMG profiles. If I missed anyone, it’s because I don’t know much about them yet. I only really know about Sogumm from Sign Here and I’ve seen her live. We went to the AOMG tour in Dallas, so we saw Wonjae, Coogie, DeVita, and Sogumm. As always, send me a request of whatever you wanna see! Also, be forewarned, these are just bullet points of dumb shit, tbh.

1. Jay Park

- Fukboi Extraordinaire

- Workaholic

- Probably addicted to sex, tbh

- Definitely projects his sex life to the world

- Has some big name friends, he literally works for Jay-Z and that’s weird

- Probably has a secret softboi side but is mostly fukboi

- Has so many freaking tattoos

2. Simon Dominic

- The world’s softest Uncle

- Used to sleep in his studio

- Is in the weirdest group when you consider people like The Quiett and Yumdda. Great song but a concerning group of individuals. He also literally had a broken leg in the video. Why? What did he do?

- Loves to harass Jay

- When listening to the song Simon Dominic, you can stop spelling his last name and just spell Simon Dom

3. Gray (He’s so hot)

- Incredible producer and rapper. The originally 119 is fire and I will take no criticism

- A soft boi who sometimes gets really awkward

- Somehow way more pretty than most women that exist

- Has threatened to take We Are back from Wonjae on more than one occasion

- Listen to his album, it’s fire

4. Loco

- The most awkward boi

- If you haven’t watched It’s Dangerous Beyond the Blankets, please do. He’s ridiculous and his mom likes to buy him As Seen on Tv products

- The cutest bean and must be protected at all costs

- Was not here for Sign Here but they did have a large cardboard cutout of him

5. Woo Wonjae

- A small, soft bean who is also depressed

- I’m not sure he leaves his house that much

- Definitely a drink at home kind of guy

- Is best friends with Cokun, for some reason?

- Is glad he’s no the youngest anymore

- Is as tiny live as he appears on tv but he’s freaking amazing live. I have video evidence after seeing him in concert

6. Code Kunst

- Dedicated Cat Mom

- Kind of looks like a drunk aunt

- Has now gotten super buff and I’m concerned about it

- Wakes up and chooses violence most days

Likes to be an asshole for absolutely no reason

7. punchnello

- Is a giggly little baby. My source is SMTM 8

- At one point, his shaved head with bright yellow hair looked like a tennis ball

- He’s really just a tiny e-boi and I mean, tiny

- Is proof that violent rap comes in all sizes

- Disappeared off the face of the planet for a while

8. sogumm

- Tiny, weird, and pretty. She’s quite confusing

- I’m concerned by the existence of Balming Tiger

- She sings like she’s been drunk her entire life but her live vocals are freaking insane

- All I ever think of is her versus Sokodomo and them being labeled as Psycho versus Pyscho

- Her fashion sense is strange and I don’t understand it

9. Yugyeom

- Hey, look, Got7!

- Has transformed into a large fukboi under the tutelage of Jay Park

- Has some of the most concerning friends. Especially if you consider that he is friends with both BamBam and Jungkook and Jaehyun from NCT. The 97 line is concerning

- I think Jay wanted another dancer since he spends all of his time forcing other members of AOMG to dance. He then just hired Yugyeom

- I think he might be the tallest person in AOMG

10. Coogie

- Look at that soft boi go

- I think The Quiett might be jealous that AOMG got him. He was obsessed with him in SMTM 777

- He’s super excitable and listening to him try to speak English makes me giggle

- He’s also phenomenal live and is ridiculously pretty

- His music is fun and he is adorable

Thanks for reading, I hope you enjoyed! Send me any requests you might have!

#aomg #aomg profile #aomg jay park #aomg simon dominic #aomg gray #aomg loco #aomg punchnello #aomg sogumm #aomg yugyeom #aomg coogie #aomg code kunst #aomg woo wonjae

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Bells vs. Time

When Orion woke up, he didn’t expect to see more darkness. His head quickly turned as his hands patted the ground underneath him: it was solid, but certainly wasn’t wood. It was cardboard. He panicked. “Mama?! Papa?!” He was about to call out for his older brother, Midas, next, but he was hushed by the sound of Papa.

He began to speak in a calm, yet slightly shaken, lowered voice. “We’re all here. Stay calm.”

“Don’t tell any of us to stay calm!” Mama whisper-shouted in a stressed tone. “We could all die right here, right now—”

“What?” Orion’s eyes widened.

“Aretha! You’re scaring him.” Papa scolded.

“He should be scared, Atticus! We should all be scared!”

“Jesus Christ…” Papa banged the back of his head against the cardboard wall. He could hear the footsteps of a human bean carrying them around. His wife was breathing heavily. He sat back up and rubbed her back. Orion was quiet as usual, but he could feel that his son was tense like he was. Midas, on the other hand…

“Midas, stop trying to open the box.” Papa heard his attempt to open the box by pushing the cover upwards, but it appeared to be tied with string on the top.

Midas grunted curses under his breath. He angrily sat next to his family. Now the four Bells were sitting in the corner of the box. They were all silent. Everyone was frustrated—terrified for what was to come. The sounds of the human’s footsteps echoed throughout the box until they came to a sudden stop. There was an unraveling noise up top: the knot was being untied!

The family huddled closer together. Midas and Orion were next to Papa and Mama. They all held protective hands over each other. Their pale skin turned pure white as they heard a man call out, “Whitney, come have a look!” With more footsteps to follow. Great. More humans.

Papa’s eyes shifted to his left and right. “Whatever happens, don’t speak.”

Only seconds afterwards the cover was lifted as the borrowers flinched, and watched two elderly humans study them with curious and adoring eyes.

There was a wrinkly old woman with bouncy, blonde curls. She wore bright red lipstick, and had long, batted eyelashes. She gushed when she saw the little family for the first time. “Oh Simon~ Look at their little faces! They’ve hair, hands, and—oh! Tiny clothesl.” She glanced over to her husband. “Ah—what are they called?” She immediately looked back to the family with a finger wave and a clear, white smile.

“Borrowers, she calls them.” Said Simon. A plump bald man with wide eyes. “But I’d call them a gold mine.” He tilted his head a bit to toy with them, rubbing his fingers over his gray beard.

She. Who was She? The only person they could think of was the woman who had done something similar to Mama’s sister, but she had been long gone. Unless she had written about the little people in her will. Then…oh dear.

Whitney’s blinding smile came inches closer to the borrowers. She made eye contact with the littlest one: Orion. She gushed. “Look at his little face! What a cutie.”

“Would you like a closer look?” Simon asked. His index finger and thumb neared him. Orion let out a small squeak with his shoulders raising to his ears. He began to breathe quickly. Midas and his parents put protective arms over him. If he was going to be “admired” they all would.

Whitney pulled Simon’s hand back. “Don’t touch it. It might have something.” She then did a circular motion over the entire family. “And they all look ready to bite you. Wouldn’t want my dearest Simon getting infected by a pest~”

“Oh Whitney~”

They began to nose kiss. Mama squinted her eyes at this. Papa kept a neutral face. And the sons were utterly disgusted to say the least. Calling them pests? Saying they had germs?! They’d never felt more dehumanized in their lives!

“Now, let’s think for the proportions of the cage—”

“House, Simon.” She gave him a side eye with a forced smile.

"House! It should be around three feet, you think? Oh! With laminated glass around it all.” He squinted his eyes at all of them. “So they don’t do their little borrowings, or try to break through."

“And to keep an eye on them.”

“True.”

Whitney turned her giddy eyes to the two boys. Midas and Orion sucked in a breath. “If they were little girls, we could dress them up as fairies for the children." She sighed. “I suppose elves will do.”

“Who says we can’t do fairies?” Simon shrugged. “More ticket sales.”

“Oh, for me?” Whitney gushed. “Si—”

“ENOUGH!”

Simon and Whitney looked down at the box with slight surprise. English. Coming from such small creatures? It was feminine voice. It could only come from the woman!

“Aretha…!” Papa whispered.

“How dare you try to exploit my boys for your own benefit!” She pointed at the humans with narrowed eyes.

“Mom!” Midas reached over and tried to keep her arms down. “Please stop.”

She ignored him. “My babies are not for your kind’s entertainment, y’know? Do you have no shame? I hear your name is Simon—it’s in the holiest of books—yet you choose to act in such evil behavior! And we are very clean. Probably cleaner than you two…behemoth’s!"

The men of the family were silent. Every word she had said was right, but she broke one of her own morals in the process: talking to a bean. Her enraged face softened as she realized this. Her lips quivered as she fell onto her husband’s shoulder. “I don’t want it to end like this!” She whimpered. Orion leaned in with Midas to comfort her. Her husband rubbed her shoulder.

This amused Simon and Whitney. They were glued to the way she could speak like a human, and how the boys were caring for her. Anyone else would have sympathized, but these two?

“Wow. She’d make a great story teller for the children.” Simon’s eyes widened. “I mean—the fairy ‘princesses,’ the elf king, and the fairy queen!”

“Ah!” Whitney smiled. “I’ll make them all wonderful costumes—bright so the audience can see them. And tiny wings too!”

“Mm…I suppose I should start working on the cage—er—house!”

She glanced over at her husband. “How long do you reckon that’d take you.”

“Oh. I’d say by the time we open.”

“Three days?”

“Mhm.” He lifted three fingers up for the borrowers. Even though Aretha had just yelled at him, he still believed their brains were too small to comprehend numbers. “That’s one, two, and three.” He said slowly. “Whitney, put the food down for our guest. Can’t have whiny tiny people, can we?”

“Ooh! I’m so excited.” She squealed. She placed a tray of food down for the borrowers besides the box. “Three days, remember? You will love your new home.” She let out a yawn. “I’m getting a bit tired.”

“Best if we both get some sleep.” Simon nodded. He turned to the family. “And best if you eat some food. It’s healthy. Good for you.” He gave a cheeky smile.

“Tata!” Whitney waved off as the two humans left the attic, without a care in the world. Only concerned for their profit off of their new found little folk.

#g/t writing #g/t #sfw g/t #borrowers #writing #part 2? maybe #AHHHHHHHHH #based off the return of the borrowers clip #BWAAAAAAAAAAA

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vegetable patch (pt.2)

hybrid!simon 'ghost' riley & hybrid!john 'soap' mactavish

cw: hybrid!au, guard dog!simon, guard dog!john, bunny!reader, pregnancy/breeding, oral sex (femme & masc receiving), threesome, outdoor sex, cum eating (brief), exhibitionism

read pt. 1 | read pt. 3

being the bunny on the farm was… different. farmer price only had guard dogs, but he never had a bunny. especially a pregnant bunny. he did the awkward task of making you take a pregnancy test after simon bred you amongst the lettuce. which involved simon squishing on your middle until you peed on the test. it was embarrassing, but it got the results the farmer needed.

you were pregnant with puppies. or bunnies. or puppy-bunnies. farmer price wasn't too sure. he never EXPECTED to look into how hybrids breed when he bought two MALE dogs. it was just one of them got into a wild bunny. but price was a bleeding heart and couldn't send you back into the woods. you'd be too vulnerable. so as your belly got a bit of baby fat, he made sure you were taken care of.

but you were still a wild animal.

“hey, hey! bunny relax!” farmer price had you in his arms as you kicked at john. you had a scowl on your face at the other guard dog, soap as he was called. price held you in his arms so you'd stop kicking his other dog in the face. he practically held you with your arms above your head and slightly above the ground, “relax, baby girl. relax. soap's not gonna hurt ya.”

you frowned, “i want simon.” you struggled against the farmer.

price sighed, “then stop kickin', put your legs down, sweetheart. you're too pregnant to be doin' this.” he hushed you and then slowly put you down once you were relaxed enough to not cause problems. you sat on the ground, your ears close to your head. or as price called them ‘airplane ears’.

john came closer and you furrowed your brow, he reached out for you and petted your face. you winced, you had to protect your children. you didn't need another mutt invading your pussy. he let out a small noise as he got closer to you. you whined and price sighed.

“alright.” the farmer said, “i'll see what simon is doing.” he left you alone with the other guard out the back door.

you and john looked at one another. his blue eyes seemed to gaze through you to your very soul. his ears were flat against his head as he sat down across from you. he licked his lips, “why won't you let me fuck you?”

you frowned, “i'm not a whore.”

he chuckled, “well you whoring yourself out let you into my home. i know simon adores you, but i have my eye on you bunny.” he got a little closer, “i want to know what makes you so special.” you held your gaze with him. he smirked, “simon liked something about you and i want to know what he liked about you. bunnies give it away for free so, why are you hiding?”

you whimpered and before john could do anything, simon was hauled back into the house. the large guard dog saw how close you were with john and instantly was to your side. he threw an arm over you as he gazed at his pack brother, “what are ya lookin' at?”

the farmer looked at the three of you. two guard dogs, and a pregnant bunny. quite a mix. he sighed and walked away, he had a farm to tend to. he couldn't deal with the affairs of his hybrids, he'd go even more grey if he thought about it too hard.

“she carryin' my pups, johnny. why are ya sniffin' around?” simon asked.

john smiled, “you never wanted a mate, but here you are with this little bunny.” he tilted his head to the side, “i want to know what makes her so… enticing."

simon got closer to his pack brother and looked in his eyes, “i got a bunny pregnant, i ain't abandoning her.”

john got close into simon's personal space, “then let me have a taste. as your pack brother, through thick and thin.” he licked his lips, “we won't be sharin' pups anyway.” he looked to you, “will the bunny give me a taste?”

you frowned, "shut up, john." you stuck your tongue out at the other man and simon pulled you close. he tucked your head into his chest, you held onto the t-shirt he wore. you noticeably relaxed.

"i don't think you'd know how to even fuck a bunny." simon said as he looked down at you then to his pack brother.

john narrowed his eyes, "i know a fair bit, you don't know what i was up to before i ended up here."

simon lifted your chin, "maybe we have to do a little bondin' or else price is goin' have our heads."

you looked up at your mate, "and if he gets too aggressive."

"then his throat will go between my incisors."

your ears twitched a little at the sound of john's laugh as he got closer. he reached out for you. soon you were in both men's arms. your belly kept you from being too close to simon but your plump ass was right up against john's cock.

"what do you say, bunny?"

you looked to both men and sighed, "you're lucky my hormones are out of wack, soap." you made a noise as you were pulled into john's arms.

he rested his chin on your shoulder and smiled at simon, "maybe if i'm lucky, the next pups will be mine." but his ears when back and he stepped off when simon got closer.

"in your dreams, johnny."

price had a thing about the hybrids of the house having sex in common areas. he had already caught you and simon giving each other pleasure over the kitchen island. he has seen more than enough of your pregnant belly. he didn't need to see anymore.

the farmer had promised himself that after you had simon's pups then he'd get you one some kind of birth control. he didn't need more hybrids in the house. it was bad enough you were pregnant with another one.

he had left for the day to go into town to go to the store and do other affairs. which left you and the two guard dogs alone. this was when your plan went into action.

on the warm porch you were rested up against simon, the man's strong arms held you close and john was between your legs. ears flat to his head as he lapped at your cunt like the dog he was.

you whimpered, it was hard to see him over the slope of your belly, but you could feel his ears and head up against your taunt skin. your pups shifted in your belly and you held onto your lover.

"you're not too bad, johnny."

"i told ya i knew what i was doin'. you just didn't trust me, didn't ya?" john chuckled as he held your thighs open, his blunt nails dug into the muscle of your thighs. the skin was soft and he found it so alluring.

he had no idea someone like you was living in those woods. part of him wished that he was patrolling the farm that day. then maybe you'd be having his pups. but hey, there was always next time.

you squirmed a little and simon held you firmly. he said in your ear, "careful now." then looked back to his pack brother and added, "you can go a little faster, bunnies fuck quick to avoid predators."

you frowned and kicked your legs out a little as you felt his licks become quickly. you let go of your lover and grabbed his hair. you made an 'eep' noise and closed your legs around his head.

the softness of your skin around his head almost made him cum in his shorts. soon his hands were on your large belly. he said something but was muffled. his hands roamed the skin and you felt pleasure flutter in your stomach.

simon held you down on the porch and pulled his cock out of his sweat shorts. he tilted your head back so he could have easy access to your throat. soon you were giving pleasure to simon while john was pleasuring you.

three hybrids on the porch on a summer's day fucking the way their nature intended. your moaned loudly but was muffled by simon's cock in your mouth. you held onto your belly over top of john's hands.

your eyes went wide when you heard a yapping from the fence. the three of you looked over, simon's cock still in your mouth. you all saw a coyote hybrid with light brown hair and piercing blue eyes.

both guard dogs got closer to you, folding you into yourself, which was made hard by the bump. simon kept eye contact with the man and hunched over you while he held onto your jaw.

if your hunches were right, you knew that coyote. the knowledge made a flash of embarrassment flow through you, but you couldn't wiggle out of their grasp. you made a sharp noise as you felt john's tongue graze across your clit.

he chuckled and simon pushed his cock further into your mouth. you were a whorish display for phillip graves. you looked away but simon turned your head to face the coyote. the guard dogs were showing that they had staked claim on your little bunny pussy.

and you hated you kind of liked it.

graves made a face before he turned around and headed back into the woods. he wasn't going after the chickens today.

john pulled away from your thighs and looked up at you and simon. he beamed, "i don't think that fuckin' dog is comin' back." he sat up on his knees and leaned back on his heels. he wiped the wetness from his face, "good thing too."

simon was continuing to rock his cock and out of you, his grip had loosened on your jaw. he looked to his pack brother and said, "yeah, hate to scare the bunny."

john chuckled and patted your swollen middle, "still mad at me, bonnie?"

you looked at him and tried to shake your head in a no, but it hard to with your lover's cock in your throat. your eyes did go wide however when john pulled his cock out of his threadbare shorts and rubbed it up against your soaked cunt.

soon you were being fucked by both men from two different angles. simon was in your throat while john was in your cervix. you were caught between them.

"how ya feelin' mama." simon asked as he looked down at you. those dark eyes gazed into yours.

you reached for his arms and held onto them as you gazed up at him as you took his cock out of your mouth, "never been better." then gave him a smile. your nipples were hard in the afternoon air as you were rocked back and forth between both men.

simon slipped his cock back into your mouth and continued to seek pleasure from your mouth. the sex wasn't what you expected from two guard dogs, you expected it to like you first time with simon.

but both were gentle as they could be. it made your heart swell a little. it was endearing that they were treating you so nicely, even if their large cocks seemed like they were meeting in your intestines.

you felt the pleasure come over you, your heightened hormones made orgasm come quickly. made john wasn't a bad fuck after all. simon could be possessive, but mostly towards those outside the house. he seemed to be fine with john fucking you.

you moaned around your lover's cock as you felt drunk off the intense feeling. it wasn't long before you kicked out your legs and you tightened around both men's cocks. you tensed up before you relaxed with a loud moan.

simon held your face while john held your hips. both men started to move a little faster, they were going to climax as well. they both looked at one another with pleasure in their eyes. simon gave a curt nod and john gave a more enthusiastic one in return.

you looked like a dream, a pregnant little bunny allowing herself to be fucked on the porch of her new home. the men wondered if any other hybrids would come by before they finished.

but their wish wasn't fulfilled because both men soon pulled with and stroked their cocks over your naked, pregnant body. within moments of one another, both men came all over your body.

you whimpered at the feeling of their hot seed across your face and belly. john even chuckled and picked up some of it off your chest and fed it to you.

"dirty bunny." he snickered.

"be nice, johnny. or you're not gettin' her again."

john exhaled contently, "i get why you got to keep her." he looked at your wet pussy and then back at simon, "i guess bunnies fuck better."

"yeah get 'em pregnant and they'll stay out of the garden."

john started to stroke his cock to get it hard once more. he spoke like you weren't even in front of him. he said to simon, "you take her pussy and i'll take her throat?"

simon took a quick look at you before he looked back to john, "sounds like a plan." he then looked back at you, "hands and knees, doll. i want to see that cottontail shake." <3

xoxo, bunny

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Friday Releases for December 15

Friday is the busiest day of the week for new releases, so we've decided to collect them all in one place. Friday Releases for December 15 include Finestkind, The Zone of Interest, Wonka, and more.

Finestkind

Finestkind, the new movie from Brian Helgeland, is out today.

Finestkind tells the story of two brothers (Ben Foster & Toby Wallace), raised in different worlds, who are reunited as adults over a fateful summer. Set against the backdrop of commercial fishing, the story takes on primal stakes when desperate circumstances force the brothers to strike a deal with a violent Boston crime gang. Along the way, a young woman (Jenna Ortega) finds herself caught perilously in the middle. Sacrifices must be made and bonds between brothers, friends, lovers, and a father (Tommy Lee Jones) and his son are put to the ultimate test.

The Zone of Interest

The Zone of Interest, the new movie from Jonathan Glazer, is out today.

The commandant of Auschwitz, Rudolf Höss, and his wife Hedwig, strive to build a dream life for their family in a house and garden next to the camp.

Wonka

Wonka, the new movie from Paul King, is out today.

Based on the extraordinary character at the center of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Roald Dahl’s most iconic children’s book and one of the best-selling children’s books of all time, “Wonka” tells the wondrous story of how the world’s greatest inventor, magician and chocolate-maker became the beloved Willy Wonka we know today.

Chicken Run: Dawn of the Nugget

Chicken Run: Dawn of the Nugget, the new movie from Sam Fell, is out today.

For Ginger and the flock, all is at stake when the dangers of the human world come home to roost; they’ll stop at nothing even if it means putting their own hard-won freedom at risk to save chicken-kind. This time, they’re breaking in!

The Family Plan

The Family Plan, the new movie from Simon Cellan Jones, is out today.

Dan Morgan (Mark Wahlberg) loves his quiet suburban life as a devoted husband, father of three and successful car salesman. But that’s only half the story. Decades earlier, he was an elite government assassin tasked with eliminating the world’s deadliest threats. When enemies from his past track him down, Dan packs his unsuspecting wife (Michelle Monaghan), angsty teen daughter, pro-gamer teen son and adorable 10-month-old baby into their minivan and takes off on an impromptu cross-country road trip to Las Vegas. Determined to protect his family — while treating them to the vacation of a lifetime — Dan must put his long-dormant skills into action, without revealing his true identity.

Familia

Familia, the new movie from Rodrigo García, is out today.

Leo owns an olive ranch in Guadalupe Valley in the Baja. He lives with his son Benny, a teen with Down’s syndrome, and he gathers his daughters Rebeca, Julia, and Mariana once a month to catch up on life. The latest gathering has brought some unexpected news: A food company has made a purchase offer for the family ranch. Now Leo and his daughters will only have a few days to decide whether or not to sell the place where they all grew up.

Angel Baby

Angel Baby, the new movie from Douglas Tait, is out today.

A loving wife and her husband move away to a remote cabin to heal from the devastating loss of their stillborn twins. Soon she senses an evil presence and is pushed to the edge when dark secrets begin to unravel.

Reacher S2

The second season of Reacher, the TV series from Nick Santora, is out today.

Reacher is pulled from his vagabond life by a coded message informing him that a member of the 110th - his elite group of Army Special Investigators - has been murdered. He and some of his former military cohorts reunite to investigate and soon realize the case is bigger than they ever could have imagined.

Such Brave Girls

Such Brave Girls, the new TV series from Kat Sadler, is out today.

A comedy series from the UK exploring life and love in all its ugly chaos. The story follows a single mother, Deb, and her two daughters, Josie and Billie, attempting to piece their lives back together after their narcissistic father and husband finally leaves them.

Carol & The End Of The World

Carol & The End Of The World, the new TV series from Dan Guterman, is out today.

With a mysterious planet hurtling towards Earth, extinction is imminent for the people of the world. While most feel liberated to pursue their wildest dreams, one quiet and always uncomfortable woman stands alone — lost among the hedonistic masses.

#Movies #TV #News

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I am Gilberte daughter of Denise N. and Emile E. West Indian born March 04, 1964 in Guadeloupe we were 11 children including the eldest Marie Alice my half sister who lived with my grandmother and not with us in Pointe à Pitre who was born from a first union between my mother Denise N. and a gentleman Guy C. (not recognized by his father Very frequent at that time)

So I start with the elders so Marie Alice, Evert, Ursule, Mérid, Dany, Dutheil, Marie line, Guy, Gilberte, Sydney and Jean Pierre.

I'll tell my story a bit...

Granddaughter of Stéphanie N. and a certain Servin F. my grandmother Man Fanny is the daughter of René M. my great grandfather who came directly from India and of Maman Alice my great grandmother according to my memory and what remains to me I wanted to share this true story with my children Marvin G. my eldest son from my union with Joël G. West Indian, my second Mounina B. and my last Ethan B. from my union with Senegalese Farba B.

Stephanie my grandmother did not have a great life according to her.

It was a very difficult life because of the war (Temps Sorin) having had children from several unions because at the time it was poverty she got pregnant she gave birth and to feed her child she met another person and she became pregnant again her child was born andso on...children with several different fathers

Simon my mother Denise died at 40 years old I was 6 years old, my aunt Sonia (unknown she died bb and my uncle Victor died bb also it is common at the time)

and my uncle Robert they were from the same father, my uncle Donard L.

his father was Ti fre L., my uncle Jules (I never knew) he was adorable and finally the last uncle Paul N. his father (unknown)

my Uncle Robert we called him Pa Robait this uncle took care of us like his own children because my father did not want to assume his role of father completely I think they had too many children our parents some of my brothers and sisters had stayed with my father in Pointe aclown after the death of my mother Denise and us the little ones and my big sister Dany, Sydney, Jean Pierre and I lived with Grandmother Fanny in Bouillante.

I just wanted to clarify before the death of my mom Denise in Pointe à pitre at our house at home there was never a happy life filled with happiness, first my father Painter in House, did not really want to work for a boss with each hiring he ended up being firedbecause he hit his employer

Example one day bb I witnessed a scene at home you see some things still remain fresh in my memory, because violence always marks a human being especially a child, I remember my father came home very angry in saying that white his boss had himfired and he had hit him, my mum in a very soft voice asks him the reason, he tells her and he starts to hit her, hit very hard on the big fridge the hits were falling on my mum and still resonating in my head , she explains to him how we are going to do with our childrenEmily? (in Creole)

I also wanted to add because of my father my mother had friends, merchants at the market after the end of the market they would meet her to come and pick up the rest that she had not sold otherwise in the evening we would do the tour of the market with mum to pick updamaged things to eat.

This poor sucker was blowing off steam on my mom and already at the time bb I was defending my mother I tried several times to separate them a little bitch like I was, he took advantage of this cowardly man to hit and bang when my big boys brothers weren't there they were at school.

Also the one who protected our mother the most was my older big brother Evert E (who passed away in 2018) he was getting a lot of beatings instead of my mother Denise, my mother was telling my father that he was going to kill his child, every night my big brother came home very lateEvert E. to avoid my father, but my father waited until my big brother was well in his bed to jump on him and then, like a Devil, he beat him up.

Ursule my older sister (who passed away in 2008), and my brother Merid came to separate them.

Him my father did not have a good story because his father Andre P. did not recognize him but my father never told us anything about his story he never spoke I sometimes went to visit my paternal grandfather Andre P. When I was still a child in Guadeloupe.

He welcomed us well he was breeding birds (pigeons) he was very kind to his grandchildren.

I specify that after the death of my father he had a lot of land in the West Indies

but none of us are heirs, for he preferred to leave to the state.

and also my brother Dutheil protected my mother and defended her but much later when he was a little older (after my mother's death he avenged it he hit my father in turn explaining his childhood to him all that he had put our mother through and he had to pay my fatherhad had an accident...and Dutheil was merciless...it's a bit hard to tell...in short, the only person who took pity was my sister Marie-line)

Pa Robait passed away in 2021, I knew him well, because he raised us with Grandma

Man fanny married very late with a gentleman Daniel P. I did not know this gentleman she was a widow.

I remember that my grandmother was very funny sometimes after she had been lying in her bed for 7 years because she had been sick, she had been announced her death, a priest had come to give her her last hour. He was wrong

One day she got up she could all do her garden go to church... .afterwards she had her clothes made by a seamstress and she wore almost only white, a little blue on Sundays she got up very early she prepared the Sunday meal (my grandmother was a real cordon bleu) .. . .roasted pork, white rice and red beans or pigeon peas.... avocado casave cod ti punch mango lemonade or corrosol juice or guava juice for the children finally we were spoiled on the day of the lord... .but you had to follow her to church. Except my brother Guy who was gone once and he fell in the church so he didn't come with us.

So one day my father left Guadeloupe to live in France and left us at Grandmother's we were all at Man Fanny's with more happiness and cheerfulness because we had found a family G., cousins of our very ages close and kind.

We weren't very obedient Poor Mammy...she was screaming telling us when you go to France, I WILL BE RELIEVED...but deep down she adored us too much.

Separation from our grandmother and us

Then one day we flew to France decision of my older brother Evert and for several weeks she cried a lot Man Fanny and I was very sad to leave her. ..

Very quickly in France we were with my big brother...we had more comfort, we moved several times for more space.. .but we lacked that warmth and attention, I remember my brother Guy when he arrived he was crying every night he couldn't stand being taken away from his grandmother and his country he always said he was going to leave again and he did it when he came of age in France hewas called to go to the army he refused he was in Guadeloupe but there.

We have caught up with her since they live with him and his Hungarian West Indian family in Guadeloupe.

Separation from my older brother and us in France

(my older big brother Evert was married but had a double life he had divorced and remarried)

It was to be expected one day my older brother without discussion taking us back to boarding school my sister Marie Line and I at the Catholic sisters Françoise Cabrini school and my brothers, Guy, Sydney and Jean Pierre at the Francis Barbe boys' boarding school.

My brothers were not well there unlike us my sister marie line left at 18 to leave boarding school but for me personally my life was much better I grew up with catholic sisters and girls from several countries, very few Asians and Frenchblack girls during the holidays we went to many regions in France and Europe skiing in the winter and to the sea in the summer ... good life finally pocket money every month ... buying clothes in winter and summer leisure and outings....

But not the love nor of Maman and Man fanny I underline that I needed them so much that I still wet the bed at 8 years old....Sister Sophie was very kind and understanding she woke me up....

In 1980 We had a surprise my big brother paid us the trip to see Grandma in the West Indies it was a big surprise for my grandmother, 17 years had passed, all surprise she called me Fem catalog ..( female model)

I realized that the passion for FASHION came from my Grandmother and my daughter Nina who is studying fashion design today in 2023, in Paris took her genes, I remember when my grandmother went to church it was VERY FUN, it was a real FASHION show all ofwhite dress, matching bag with a capeline hat and a beautiful, very elegant long dress, heeled shoe with a pearl necklace and jewelry from the Bon Parfum HELIOTROPHE BLANC.

At the end of the mass she had many compliments for her elegance here is the explanation for my daughter Nina, a wink...my darling eeeee.

After my return from vacation in 1980 from the West Indies I had decided to go and help and live with Man Fanny so I booked my ticket but she died before I left How sad....

In short I lived my story in Guadeloupe and all my childhood in France single mom I had 3 beautiful children Marvin, (Bonhomme) Mounina (Nina) and the last Ethan (Thanou) (Son) with love but alone.. . .like many single women raising children, there are many of us.

Gilberte E.

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being tommyinnit’s younger sister ↠

↠ tommyinnit x younger sister!reader ; fluff

↠ masterlist

↠ older sister ver.

↠ @ochabby @kiritokunuwu @pyrotechnics84

if you think for one second this child would not take every chance imaginable to remind every person in existence that he is the eldest child of his family you're dead wrong

not even like he’s constantly bringing you up more just like "well A C T U A L L Y"

“you call me a child but there is, in fact, people younger than me” that kind of thing

tbh he's not that much of a very stereotypical big brother

shocking i know but he’s actually really caring

he’s just always been very careful around you

like there’s this clip from a home video he posted on twitter ages ago of little 2 y/o tommy very carefully helping little infant you learn to walk

wholesome siblings moments

we love to see it

but like also we know tommy is a lot more emotionally aware/in tune than he lets on

you get to see that side a lot more than the internet

ik we all want the hotheaded tommy who would fight someone for hurting you

but i think if you ever got your heart broken, tommy would be right there to tell you you’re worth so much more than anything they could have given you

...

that’s enough of that

tommy’s a loser okay??

doesn’t matter how many subscribers he has or how much money he makes

he’s a loser

you will take every chance to remind him of this

(tommy) *says anything remotely cringey*

(you) god, you’re so lame

(tommy) HEY

it’s so great

anytime you’re on a stream w/ him you two play up the sibling bickering

you really don’t argue all that much in real life but it’s for the content

for the sake of comedy

one time wilbur jumped in a call bc he wanted to meet you

he adores you immediately

what are the simons children doing to him???? send help

(wilbur) i’m not saying you’re wrong- you’re completely right actually- but why are you so intent on reminding tommy he’s a loser?

(you) someone has to keep him humble, otherwise his head will get bigger than it already is

(tommy) I INVITE YOU ONTO MY STREAM AND THIS IS HOW YOU REPAY ME

speaking of being on streams

tommy was really hesitant to stream with you the first time

you’d been in the background of some of his earlier streams from like 2018/early 2019 or smth

but after he’d blown up he wasn’t sure if he wanted the internet to see you

there are some fucked up people on the internet & in a typical tommy fashion, he wanted to protect you from them

you (& his fans) eventually wore him down

for the sake of fiction, let’s say you start streaming on your own

you get a lot of support from tommy’s fans & tommy is your tech support anytime something goes wrong

there are a lot of compilations

once you get into the groove of things, you start averaging a couple thousand viewers per stream

bc the fans were threatening to riot, you did a stream with lani

lo and behold you two became really good friends

you two start streaming on an smp together, just basic survival

you call it smth like “little smp” bc you guys are tommy & tubbo’s little sisters idk it’s kind of endearing & cute tho

your guys’ house is the cutest thing ever

you even get tommy to convince dream to give you drista’s ign so you can add her to the server you had created (read: tommy created for you)

you three together is so chaotic it’s great

phil would adore you

it’s inevitable

kristin too

you unashamedly refer to them as your “internet parents” & the fans love it

if she wanted, you’d let kristin on the smp

(kristin) *laughs* you want me on little smp?

(you) yes!

(lani) of course!

(you) it’s a very exclusive invitation, kristin

(lani) very exclusive, once in a lifetime even

(kristin) i feel like the entire internet would hate me if i said no

(lani) they would.

(you) yeah, they would. so either you accept now or we guilt trip you into accepting later

(kristin) you two are definitely your brothers’ sisters. alright, send me the ip

you really thriving off that mumza content

with tommy & his analytical nerd side, you could probably become pretty popular

but you don’t accept all of his help bc you want to be your own creator, ya feel?

people respect that about you

there are of course the people who accuse you of only being somewhat popular bc of tommy

but you would have haters regardless or if you were related to one of the biggest minecraft streamers/mcyts right now

if it ever got really bad, tommy would talk about it

no matter how much he tries to stay away from serious talks/issues on his streams, he would tell people to back off w/o a second thought

especially if it was really affecting you

tommy would be ready to fight the world if any kind of hate online ever made you cry

other content creators always speak highly of you

you don’t have a massive following but you are very well known throughout the minecraft/streaming community

older cc’s have this instinct to defend you from hate & whatnot

there are plenty of compilations & they are all v cute

(minx) tommy’s baby sister is doing great recently. i don’t even know her but i’m seriously proud of her. she’s kind of popping off, one could say

(ranboo) “thoughts on s/n?” she’s doing really well. she’s doing really well… i’ve talked to her briefly & she’s great. she’s really great

honorable mention from the chuckle sandwich podcast w/ tommy (where they talked about you briefly):

(charlie) anytime i see someone hating on your sister i want to retweet their tweet & just let hellfire rain down upon them

when tommy would finally address it, he would be very clear how he does not tolerate any hate towards you

soon after, neither do his fans

people who hate on you are mass reported & just drowned out by people making edits & other fan content for you

tbh tho most people who are fans of tommy like your content

even if they don’t follow you regularly, they can enjoy the stuff you put out when it comes across their page

it’s cute & wholesome

not nearly as in-your-face comedic as tommy’s content but still funny

you really are doing well for yourself

if you pursue it later into your life, you could become big no doubt

but for now you’re just chilling having fun w/ streaming

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Tinder Gone Wrong

Pairings: Sidemen x platonic!Reader Word Count: 1.1k Warnings: Mentions of homophobia, slurs, language some might find offensive Request: hi! can i request protective!sidemen x female!reader, ANGSTY ( one of the tinder videos) where’s she’s on the boys side? she’s a close friend or sm… she gets rejected pretty brutally from some random girl who decides to use a homophobic slur and everyone gets really protective

You were around fifteen when you started questioning your sexuality. Growing up in an environment where those around you looked down on anyone who wasn't straight, it caused a lot of conflicted feelings. Where your friends were starting to get boyfriends and talking about boys, you did not see the appeal. Your friends joked that you might be a lesbian, an accusation you had forcibly laughed off at the time, but it made you question yourself.

You didn't know when it happened, but you had started falling for your best friend, Amalia. You would get a fluttery feeling in your stomach when you were around her and your heart would skip a beat when you saw her smile that was just so infectious. She was the first person you had come out to; she was the best option in your opinion. She was your best friend, surely she would accept the fact you liked girls?

When you had told her, she seemed to accept you, acted as though she was happy but a small nagging part of you always told you that she didn't. Not that you listened to it, rather just ignored it, and pushed the feeling so far down that it would never surface. But it was a feeling you shouldn't have ignored.

In a moment of misjudgement on your part, you had kissed her when you thought she was leaning in - in reality she was leaning over to grab something. It was an action that changed your life forever. She had completely blown up on you, calling you every slur you could think of and revealing that you disgusted her. With tears streaming down your face, you left her house with a broken spirit and a broken heart, shutting out everyone as soon as you reached your home.

Amalia turned out to be rather vindictive and had told your parents about the incident, who in a fit of rage threw you out as soon as you turned 18. You were absolutely devastated. You didn't know what to do, you were 18 years old with no qualifications, no job, no savings and now no home.

You had used all the money you had to get yourself to London. Your cousin, Freya had found you soaking wet on the steps of her apartment building and had brought you in. You were lucky that she had found you as you were on the verge of getting hypothermia and had no idea what apartment was her's. You had explained the situation to her, that you were now essentially homeless and that your parents had kicked you out because of your sexuality.

In that moment, you prayed that Freya would accept you as she was the only other person you had left. Looking back, you were an idiot to think that she wouldn't. Your cousin was one of the most sweet and kindhearted people you knew, not that it took much but the girl would go above and beyond for anyone who needed it, which is what she did for you. She took you in and helped you get yourself back on your feet, getting you a job with her boyfriend's group's clothing company, Sidemen Clothing. Through her you met the Sidemen, a group of boys who quickly became some of your best friends, as well as her friends Talia and Gee.

They had encouraged you to start a YouTube channel as you often helped with their own videos and had even made appearances in some. A channel that quickly gained popularity, gaining about almost 750k since you first uploaded 2 years ago. You hadn't made your sexuality known on your channel until around a year ago, but your fans were accepting, which you were relieved for.

Finally comfortable being open about your sexual orientation, you agreed to participate in the Sidemen's Tinder in Real Life videos. You were currently stood in the line waiting for your turn, repeating the line you had come up with in your head as you could be very forgetful sometimes. When it was your turn, you stepped up to the mark on the floor and smiled at the girl in front of you. She was the last person of the shoot and was, in your opinion, very pretty.

"Hi, I'm Y/N, I'm 22. I’m on top of things. Would you like to be one of them?" The grin on your face grew wider, threatening to split a part as you watched the girl closely. A grin that soon faded away.

"Ew, what the fuck?" She spat swiping left. "Absolutely not, you d*ke!"

"Woah!" Josh was the first to exclaim from behind you, which was soon followed by shouts of protest from the others. The anger radiated like a flame from the older boy, who pushed you behind you as to shield you from the cruel words dished out. He was fiercely protective over you, as were the others, but you were someone who he had come to love as a sister. "You should be ashamed of yourself!"

"What?" The girl had seemed so confused as to what was going on. It appeared as though she had no qualms with what she had just said.

"I think you'd better leave." Tobi spoke calmly.

You were lost in your own mind, memories from your past threatening to resurface, everything your best friend said to you replaying on loop. The tears were streaming silently down your face as Tobi pulled you closer into his chest in an attempt to comfort you.

"Why? We're not finished?" She scoffed.

"He told you to leave!" It was JJ's turn to voice his thoughts. "Why would we want you in a video after what you just called our friend? You're a piece of shit!"

"Urgh, excuse me?" The girl's jaw dropped.

"You heard him, get lost!" Simon spoke up next, gesturing for her to leave. The girl let out a small 'hmm', glaring at you as she stalked out of the room.

"Don't listen to her, Y/N/N. She's an awful human being." Ethan told you, resting a hand on your shoulder giving it a comforting squeeze.

"Yeah, we all love you so who cares what she thinks." Vik spoke.

"Thank you, guys. I love you too." You whispered with a small smile.

"Homophobic ass." Harry commented, causing you all to break out in laughter. You really did adore these boys and they adored you. You may have not had the best luck starting out in life, but you wouldn't change a thing, there was nowhere else you would rather have ended up.

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