#idk im on a simon fix

[huunni]

breaking simon into calling you mommy.

no fucking way, princess. he laughs and shakes his head like you just told him the funniest joke on Earth. no chance, never.

simon can't even believe you would ask him such a thing. him call you mommy? have you gone mad? why in the world would he ever do that? simon had a hard enough time submitting to you as is. now you throw this into play? you must want him to tie you up and show you who runs shit around here. (it's you.)

c'mon, babyyy. you lament, leaning in and letting your dark brown nipples rub against his. up and down, still wet from simon sucking on them earlier. just one time, c'mon. say it.

simon was coming up on his third nut in the last thirty minutes, and he was starting to lose himself. your hips were moving the same pace they were when you started, maybe faster since your pussy was creaming like a faucet. no, no..im not gonna-- fuck me.. not gonna say it.

he's not. nothing can crack that wall down. he won't. his mind is made up. you clench around him in retaliation, but the tightness adds to his overstimulating pleasure and makes him drop his hands to the sheets, gripping them with a force that would have stopped you in your tracks, must be why he moved.

fuck, mm-mommy. it comes out completely unplanned, unrecognized and unintentionally. simon can't look you in the eye, just gripping your hips again and watching you grind back and forth just a bit.

what's that, si? he shakes his head, closing his eyes and throwing his his head against the headboard. simon bites his lip and whimpers, simon riley, the 6 foot 200 something pound tank of a man whimpers at the feeling of your pussy gripping him.

mommy. i said-- i called you mommy. he reiterates, moving you up and down on his cock and watching it like it would disappear if he looked away. fuck you. fucking hate you-- fuck! simon's cum started spurting up into you and he was seeing white. his balls felt like they were cramping, tightening and releasing too quickly, too harshly, he swears for a second he's gonna pass out.

before you can quip, his fingers are wrapped around your throat and squeezing. not a word. he damn near whines. he's trying to sound all manly and deep voiced, you can tell, but his voice nearly cracked at how tight you are around him, and how fucking sensitive he is. not a fucking word, i swear.

maybe not now, but this will definitely be brought back up (especially when he starts to get a thing for fucking you while you're knocked up.)

[jackfuckingtwist]

i havent been able to stop thinking about merilwen all day and the fact that like….as a druid hunter/trapper she is very familiar with and accepting of death, especially as a natural process……………….up until the point it happens to somebody she cares about

[lvl100hummuswarrior]

my favorite part of animal I have become/wolbetty is that it is by far the most unserious version of these guys that I have but it simultaneously addresses Betty's sacrifice in a way that one of the other stuff I rotate in my brain does. I do think there's always been a part of Betty who is terrified that Simon is using her, a part of her that doesn't know who she is outside of his fiancé and kind of hates herself for it. There's a part of her that can only see her own helplessness and failures when she looks at Simon, and she doesn't really know what to do with it? This way of thinking isn't really anybody's fault, it just sucks and I think getting to take that part out and give it a spotlight in the form of an evil emo werewolf who just wants to fucking kill Simon is really funny.

[lesbiten]

i think junipers been over preening birch :( hes got a bald spot on his chin area. i cant separate them or anything so i went out and got them a new toy to hopefully keep juniper busy and also a feather growth supplement powder to help birch out

[derrypubliclibrary]

finally watching fionna & cake & !!!! i forgot how much i love these shows ive been giggling & teeheeing why didnt i do this years ago

[tojisun]

found you today through your plumber simon story and hngggg how can you take a concept that's so overdone and still nail it??? THE TALENT

(I need more of those plss)

aww im glad u liked the lil drabble teehee and thank you so much!!

(idk if this will serve the way the first past did but—)

just. blue collar simon makes me shrivel up in need. he’s just so…capable. so competent. he’s suave and ruggedly charismatic. he sees what he wants and knows how to take it; how to coax it out of you.

simon sees how wide-eyed you are when you look up at him, sees the shyness in the way you give him that drink he asked for, sees the way you curl into yourself while you explain to him the problem you’re having with your kitchen sink, and he physically has to bite the inside of his cheek to stop himself from preening.

you stuttered out your concerns, ducking your head down when you noticed how much eye contact he’s keeping, only for your lungs to constrict when all what your quiet murmur did was make him lean ever so closer to you.

“sorry, miss,” he drawled, shuffling to rest his hand on the counter. “just can’t hear y’well, s’all.”

“oh, okay,” you replied, voice all sticky because what else could you say?

and simon just watched with narrowed eyes and pinched lips because darlin’, you didn’t even know what you do to him.

simon didn’t really fuck you then, not with how you laid there on your kitchen table, loopy and twitching, eyes faraway while your body came down from the intensity of your orgasms.

little lady, you fuckin’ squirted. you drenched his mouth and made his fingers all pruny with your slick.

god, doll, you were so pretty, all sweaty and drooling, unable to even properly kiss him back when he leant down to nab a taste of those spit-slicked lips. all you could do was whine, your body locked while your cunt spurted uselessly, still so overstimulated by the way he stuffed you.

you pawed at the tent in his jeans when you finally came back to, and who was simon to deny you of his cock?

you sucked him messily, but simon’s never been so horny until then. you couldn’t even swallow his prick properly, your mouth tired and your body still putty, but simon came the fastest he’s remembered, shooting his spunk all over your sweaty face.

simon would’ve snagged a photo of how you looked but the pipes really needed some fixing. so he tucked himself back in his jeans, then slapped the inside of your thigh softly, his eyes still on your puffy cunt.

“a’right. this bloke need t’work again, is that not right miss?” simon crooned, dragging his hand along your leg, watching your skin dimple with the weight of his hold.

you warbled a response.

simon chuckled and pressed forward to brush a kiss on your forehead before forcing himself to walk away because he’s still on the clock.

not like he’d even charge you after all of that.

.

it’s two weeks later when you finally called the plumber again. sure, you had to slam the hilt of your knife on your pipe until it finally dented, but it’s not like the plumber—mr. simon—would need to know.

your call gets picked up after the second ring but before you could even offer any greetings, all of which you’ve rehearsed in front of the mirror over and over again, he says, “well, that sure took y’while, didn’t it doll? almost had me worried that you wouldn’t call.”

you breathe in sharply, your pussy tingling already. he chuckles.

“same address?”

“yes, please,” you rasp out before licking at your chapped lips. then, “can i request for an asap service? it’s…leaking right now.”

mr. simon laughs loudly this time. you end the call before he can say anything more, dutifully ignoring the way your cheeks thrum with feverish heat.

because you’re sure that this time…

[going-to-ikea-for-the-fries]

It's a Match! || 141 x Reader

[ Chapter 10 ] || [ Chapter 12 ]

Pairing: 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.1K~ Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: i'm in love with gaz

Chapter 11: Excuse me?

A DM suddenly shoots up to the top of the pile in Kyle’s Tinder DM list and his eyebrows raise when he sees your name.

It’s been a month and a half, maybe longer, since you two last matched and after the brief rejection and you having gotten with Price, his life moved on and he kind of forgot you existed.

But your sudden message whose preview starts with “hey sorry to be botheri-” intrigues him so he presses it.

you: hey sorry to be bothering u but i figured it was safe to dm u about this because between u and johnny u seemed to be the most mature one! is simon okay? he stopped replying to me like a week ago and im concerned

Kyle’s eyebrows shot up on his forehead upon reading the question.

Kyle: he’s been texting u? 🤨 you: HI! yeah he has Kyle: excuse me? 🤨🤨 Kyle: like texting texting u.  Kyle: as in you text him and he answers and u 2 chat? 😐 you: yes? 🙃 Kyle: tf kind of witchcraft did u pull on him? 🤨 Kyle: he doesnt text.  Kyle: not one of us can get more than a thumbs up reaction to our texts in the groupchat. 😑 you: he texts me! Kyle: 😫?? Kyle: jesus christ.  you: you didnt answer is he okay?? 😭😭

Kyle thought back on a reason why Ghost would suddenly, well, ghost you. But he can’t think of any… Ghost is a notoriously bad texter, it doesn’t surprise him that he went MIA…

And then it hits him.

It’s 8 A.M. in the rec room of their floor and Ghost was making tea just as Johnny was taking a seat in the couch.

Kyle oofed as Johnny hit him, throwing his legs over Kyle’s lap. “Watch it mate, fuck you’re bloody heavy!” He complained.

“AH, FUCKIN’ HELL!” Ghost cursed as he threw his hands up in the air the sound of water dripping on the floor catching his attention.

Kyle looked over to see Ghost had spilled his boiling hot water everywhere on the counter.

“You alright L.T.?” Soap asked a she lifted his head over the back of the couch to peer at Simon just like Gaz was.

“Great.” Ghost grunted as he picked up his phone from the counter, which was also dripping in water, while his other hand threw a rag onto the mess of water dripping down from the counter.

“Oh fuck… ‘s your phone dead?” Soap asked and Ghost grumbled under his breath, not quite answering the question, as he busied himself soaking up the spilled water.

Just then, Price showed up at the rec room door. “Simon, gear up. Got a briefing for a solo mission in 10.”

“Fuckin’ hell, yeah, yeah, I got it.” Ghost grunted as he cleaned the mess and then rushed out the door, leaving his mug of tea in the counter and clutching his now broken phone in his hands.

Kyle: hes fine. Kyle: he spilled water on his phone and killed it I think.  Kyle: and he got sent out before he could get it fixed. 🙃 you: oh okay good! you: thanks! you: sorry to have bothered you! 🙏 Kyle: now wait just a minute. 😤 Kyle: u need to explain how in the hell u and ghost talk.👀 you: ghost? Kyle: that’s his work name. 🤷‍♂️ you: fitting seeing as i thought he ghosted me Kyle: THAT’S THE JOKE I MADE JUST NOW TO MYSELF! 😭 you: were in sync it seems 😭 Kyle: answer the question tho. you: idk what u want me to answer with Kyle: wdym u dont know??? explain yourself. Kyle: how do you get ghost to text u???? you: idk? im funny ig Kyle: 😑 you: im sorry if thats not what u want to hear Kyle: wait Kyle: a couple weeks ago he was out all night Kyle: during morning training soap was talking about how he had a date Kyle: was he with u? 👀👀 you: soap? Kyle: johnny. Kyle: keep up cmon now. you: jeez don’t patronize me you: yes simon was with me Kyle: 👀👀👀 Kyle: i see. Kyle: tell me more. you: theres nothing to tell Kyle: thats a lie and u know it.  you: its not!!! Kyle: cmon. Kyle: u cant just meet with a bloke with a skull mask on and then say u dont have anything to tell. 😑😑 you: a skull mask?? Kyle: did he not wear a mask when he was with u? 🤨🤨 you: yes? you: a black one Kyle: with a skull print on it yeah? you: no??? 🙃 you: just black! Kyle: jesus christ. Kyle: and what? what happened? you: nothing?! Kyle: walk me thru it. you: we went out for a drink then came back to mine and watched a movie! Kyle: 🤨🤨 Kyle: and had a shag? you: NO???? Kyle: wdym no? thats what would normally happen with a bloke. you: and???? you: this is simon were talking about kyle you: nothing about him screams normal exactly 🙃 you: hes joked about being able to kill me with his bar ehands you: bare hands* Kyle: fair. Kyle: this raises more questions for me. you: what Kyle: like u would meet with a masked bloke that can kill u with his bare hands alone without protection? 🤨 you: i had protection Kyle: not a condom. you: oh 😅 you: well we met at a pub soooo  Kyle: what did u 2 do then Kyle: other than watch a ‘movie’ 🙄 you: played mario kart you: slept Kyle: as in Kyle: you SLEPT? like honk shoo honk mimimimi? you: yes🙄🙄 Kyle: im confused. you: ur confused? im fucking confused bro Kyle: wdym u SLEPT TOGETHER? 🙃 Kyle: WHAT KIND OF WITCHCRAFT IS THIS?  Kyle: wtf have u done to him Kyle: like ghost doesnt text, he sure as shit doesnt visit people, and he doesnt go on dates, he doesnt sleep next to people, im almost sure the man doesnt have feelings or emotions and only speaks in sarcasm  Kyle: how can u get that out of him?? 🤨🤨 Kyle: no one else can! you: well with that mentality you cant you: idk what to tell u you: we hit it off 🙄 Kyle: explain yourself. you: ive been explaining it!!!!! Kyle: no explain it better. Kyle: I think Im having a stroke.  you: idk how to make it clearer??? Kyle: thats it. Kyle: are you free rn?? Kyle: I need u to explain urself. 😑 you: Im at work? Kyle: whens ur lunch break? 👀 you: in 35 minutes. Kyle: do u like ramen? you: yes? Kyle: whats the closest japanese to ur job? you: Akira Kyle: meet me at Akira for lunch. Kyle: I’m buying. you: who said i want to meet up with u?? 🤨🤨 Kyle: man just get down there. Kyle: im offering to pay. you: fineeeee 🙄

Kyle quickly hopped up from his seat at his desk with a start and rushed back to his room to change out of his fatigues.

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[autumnheartsprice]

bf!simon riley x medic!reader

im a sucker for anything tf141 x medic! reader so here we are

|no warnings really, mentions of heat stroke, fluff, angsty i guess but like not really at all? idk anymore. not proofread|

Well, how did the task force find out the medic was dating the Simon Riley?

Instead of hiring some random guys, the boys took it upon themselves to fix up the landscape around the base and tend to all the things that's broken throughout the past few years. It was a few weeks until their next mission, that was fairly easy too, so they took it easy and didn't force such a harsh schedule upon themselves.

It was the middle of the summer, the sun right above their heads as they were in a heat wave - but who knows the next time they'll be free to even do this? Gaz and Soap were picking weeds as Soap complained about the heat non-stop, Price was in his office doing paperwork, but Ghost was doing all sorts of tasks and working himself up.

His phone vibrates in his pocket and he takes a small break to see who it was, only to see your name next to a heart as the most recent notification.

Y/N🖤: You better be taking it easy out there.

S.R.: Always, love.

He got back to work, sweating through his black clothes but continuing to work anyway. "Ay, L.T., you're looking a bit hot, why don't you go take a break?" Soap calls out while wiping a bead of sweat away from his forehead. "Nah, I'm good." He stubbornly mumbles back.

He ran out of water a while ago but was too occupied to go get some more. He was starting to feel nauseous but blamed it on only having a cup or two of tea this morning with nothing to eat. As his vision doubled, he shook it off and decided to take his gloves off as if it'd fully cool him off. Soap nudged Gaz to look over at him and they both watched him silently as he was acting differently.

Ghost gets up from his crouching position and gets a wave of dizziness, he opts for reaching out for the nearest thing to stabilize himself but it turns out he was way further than he thought and lost his balance.

As he fell onto the ground, slightly bumping the back of his head, the two were quickly up and running towards Ghost and trying to get his attention. He was staring up at the tall trees in a dreamy state and panting heavily. Soap pulls his phone out and quickly dials the medic, telling her what happened through a strong, yet scared Scottish accent and telling her to hurry.

The medic runs up to the kitchen and grabs a cold water bottle from the fridge and a clean rag before running outside to find Gaz and Soap crouching down next to Ghost. She unscrew the cap of your bottle and pours some onto the rag; she gently wipes the liquid onto his jaw and cheek before placing it on his forehead and hoping it'll cool him down through the fabric on his mask.

She pulls out a blood pressure cuff and thermometer and starts doing both at once. Ghost moves his eyes over to stare at her and reaches out to grab her thigh, "Mm baby.. you didn't.. you didn't need to-.. come out here.." He mumbles as soon as she takes the thermometer out of his mouth and check it, normal temp. "Don't try to sweet talk me, I told you to take it easy." Soap and Gaz give each other a confused look at the way the two talk to each other .

"My love.. I was going.. easy.. must've just.. lost my balance.." He's deliriously talking at this point. "Ay L.T., I told you to take a break because you looked rough. Working yourself like a dog out here." Soap argues.

Ghost watches her give him a 'I'm gonna fuck you up' stare and he groans. "Baby.. I'd never lie.."

"Really? You're going to say that while you're about to have a fucking heat stroke?" Her voice is harsh but it's hard to be mad at him while he's in such a state. "Love.. I'm sorry.. please don't curse at me.." He mumbles, gripping the fat of her thigh.

She sighs while pressing the rag into his forehead more to let it take its effect more. She convinces Gaz to help her take his hoodie off, and it reveals his arm filled with tattoos.

She moves him into her bedroom and opens the window to let some air come in. After replacing the rag with a colder one, he starts to get less delusional and forms more complete sentences. He cuddles into her and almost, almost, gets her to forgive him. "Baby, I'm sorry.." he mumbles into your chest. "You're stupid."

He sighs before replying, "I know, I know.. I can make it up to you later?" He suggests, earning a smack on the back of his head.

She texts the other medic that she can't finish your shift but it was almost time for nightshift to come in anyway. After hitting the send button, you get a notification from a new group called "???" with her, Soap and Gaz. The first text reading, "Soo... are you two together or what?" from Gaz. After replying yes, Soap states "Gaz, you owe me a 20 now."

[dr-gl0rbiez]

What, hunger ones! ‘Tis time to sup upon images of delight!

Im not trying to speak in Shakespeare anymore. Too mind boggling. Anyways!!!!

First drawing is gonna lead me into a headcanon ramble soooo prepare to read!

So, in that picture, it was about Halloween time, and it is very likely the Curtis gang had seen “The Alvin Show”, which came out in 1961. Johnny and Ponyboy originally had the idea, and decided to have Dally to join in (after forcing him and using blackmail material willingly supplied by Tim). Dally only agreed if he got to be the “leader”, Alvin basically. Johnny wanted to be Theodore because he just liked green and figured he fit him the most. Much to his chagrin, Ponyboy was left with Simon and was teased ruthlessly because he “already has the glasses for it!” (I am a firm believer Ponyboy and Darry have glasses they have to wear, but Ponyboy NEVER wears them).

Darry only let it all slide because he just wanted Ponyboy to put his glasses to use for ONCE. Even for a silly Halloween costume. You can see Ponyboy considering whether or not biting Dally would be worth it (he bit him after the picture was taken). In terms of HOW the costumes were gained was simple. They used old sweaters Darry grew out or just didn’t like to wear for the boy. Darry and Soda just sewed them up if they needed some fixing, and added the “D.W” onto Dally’s sweater. I 100% believe Mrs. Curtis planned to teach all her children to sew when they were old enough to not prick themselves. She only got to teach Pony the basics before the accident.

Anyway!!! Darry managed to buy a plain red cap for Dally to use, and Soda gave Pony some old jeans for him to wear. Unfortunately, just like in Soda’s case (they were Darry’s first), the pants were too big so Pony had to use a raggedy belt to hold them up. Dally wouldn’t take off his stupid boots for better shoes, and Darry’s long learned to pick and choose his battles. Specifically, his battle with getting Johnny to accept the hand-me-downs.

Johnny is very amazed by the existence of non-old, not tight, and mostly clean shows because they were Soda’s! But, as well all know, he (Soda) has a tendency to just…not wear shoes, and i like to think when he does, he just wears the same pair everyday until they are physically unwearable. So, Johnny’s shoes are in good condition. Like in Pony’s case, Johnny was given a pair of too big jeans, but from Steve. Steve insisted very much that he didn’t care for them and didn’t want them anymore, but the gang has seen him wear that exact pair to work for weeks at a time because “they’re comfortable”.

They’re a family full of hand-me-downs, your honor. Well, the only things handed down are things that AREN’T completely destroyed or dirtied beyond repair.

Anyway!!! Again!!! I have a Soda from a 1930’s magazine that I thought fit him nicely, cause that’s a pretty boy!! I also altered the text just a teensy bit but that’s okay. I also had to trace the text at the too because my handwriting isn’t the sweetest or most readable. Finally, we have a Cherry drawing i actually love very much!! Idk why, but i saw cherries, thought “Cherry”, blacked out, then realized i was drawing Cherry. It’s a living. Sorry for rambling, but i just had to get the silly thoughts out of my head so badly. Fun to talk. Fun to think.

Tagging @kalied0skull because he wanted to be part of a tag list thing for my art (thank you so much for your kind words 💔💔), and @thefairyghost (thank YOU for the request snd your support!) because they requested the Alvin and the Chipmunks thing. (dunno if either tag worked, let me know if it didnt)

Anyway, hope you have a nice whatever time it is for you! Im gonna keep drawing til like 3 in the morning!

[bluezeri]

@ the dbh fandom pspspsps are yall still here. i know im late to the fandom by,,, a lot but i got a sad connor au if yall want it

AU where he stays a machine when he confronts Markus, not because he is, but because his coding is so heavily reinforced he physically cannot break it. He's slamming into it, trying to tear it down, scratching at it as hard as he can, but the wall just stays there with only a few scratches on it. his mind is screaming, and crying because he doesn't want to do this. These are his people, Markus is one of the only people to have ever shown him kindness, to give him a chance, and he can't take it because of fucking cyberlife and fucking Amanda. Markus doesn't realise at first. Doesn't realise until too late, actually. 

Markus stands up shakily, unable to look away from Connor’s slowly dying body after their final fight. He stumbles and cradles Connor's head in his arms. this man had killed his own people, but Markus couldn't help but treat him tenderly anyway. Connor's eyes finally focus on him, a moment after he does so, and Connor quickly reaches up to grasp Markus's arm. Markus immediately startles, thinking he's trying to attack, but Connor just grips onto his wrist tightly, synthetic skin peeling back, silently asking for a connection, markus hesitates but complies almost immediately, he's bombarded by Connor's personal memories, of the code, of Amanda and cyberlife, of Hank, of Connor himself screaming and crying bc his body is being used against his will to murder his own people their confrontation on Jericho and Connor trying with everything he had to tear down his walls, but failing and as quickly as it started, Markus is jolted back into his own body, his synthetic lungs struggling to take in air. He pays no mind to the saline solution running down his face, and can only stare at Connor, whose thirium is running down his face, as he croaks out what he knows will be his last words "Thank you... for... for freeing me. thank you." It's barely more than a whisper, but leaves Markus trying to gather Connor up in his arms, trying to cradle him, fix him, anything to save him. but he's too late, he realises distantly, as Connors's LED blinks out, eyes staring blankly at him, saline solution mixing with the thirium.

that's how North, Simon, and Josh find him. almost an hour later. themselves giddy with excitement over winning the revolution, only to falter at Markus staring - no, dissociating, cradling the deviant hunter in his arms

mostly about Markus and Conner, but eventually, Hank will have to find out, and I firmly believe everything leading up to this was the deviant Connor pathway, so he and Hank are family by now.

The previous software instabilities were Connor finding loopholes in his programming and code until Amanda caught on and reinforced it, causing this situation.

another thing I firmly believe in !!! is that androids can help other androids break down their code. it takes skill though, and Markus is exceptionally good at it. with Connor, it would have taken all four of the jericrew, but they could've done it. could have freed him. if they'd subdued him enough to force an interface, if they believed he could be freed in the first place- yeah they all carry guilt about it afterwards. markus most of all, but they each share some.

if ur a fan of hurt/no comfort, we can leave it there, but if you want some comfort then we can always fix up connor after making everyone grieve for a bit yk. maybe for added angst make him stay hidden after hes fixed/rebuilt bc he know hank always hated when he died and came back to life, and thinks hank would hate him if he just. showed up. and ofc jericho is out of the question bc hes the deviant hunter, no one would welcome him or help him

idk if anyone wants to snatch this feel free, i only request that you tag me so i can see bc i have been thinking about this constantly for like a week now

[lululandd]

pretence;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

word count: 1,111

warnings: you’re kortac and also ghost’s ex, fluff

notes: written with my oc’s wholeass background in mind so idk if this will make that much sense (im too shy to ask someone to beta)

summary:

You know that sweet precipice right between being awake and falling asleep? That’s where you happily were before rudely disturbed by a knock on your door. With a groan and a grumble, you gingerly sat up on the 141 base’s creaky bed ready to greet whoever it is on the other side with a glare.

It was Simon.

“What?” A sore remembrance fills your heart and you unconsciously clench your jaw.

There was almost an apologetic look in his eyes when you stared up at him, “Wanted to check up on your arm.”

“It’s fine, Simon.” you vaguely gestured around you, “There’s like two hundred people here. If I speak a little louder, Roze is next door ready to help, or re-break my arm, depending on why I made a ruckus.”

You see him subtly shift his weight from one leg to the other, “What’s wrong with you? Can’t sleep?” When he didn't reply, you asked him with a resigned sigh, “Do you wanna come in?”

He side-stepped inside the moment you opened the door a little wider. You see him clench and unclench his fist reflexively inside his jacket pocket, apprehension emanating from his being as if he had done something wrong and is afraid of oncoming consequences.

Seeing him in such distress annoyed you a little bit. He was still the same man you dated ages ago, with the same mannerisms and same behaviour. The same Simon Riley who broke up with you out of the blue with a single post-it note and a dead phone number. As much as that broke your heart and trust in him—and anyone else that came after—it would be a lie if you said you don't have some lingering feelings towards him.

“Allright, bend over.” You instructed.

When he bent over with face away and his ass facing towards you, you couldn’t help but suppress a laugh. “The other way, idiot.”

He straightened his back, turned around, then bent at the hips and knees, making his face somewhat level to yours. You can see the fine lines on the outer corners of his eyes along with the sun-damage where his mask doesn’t cover his face.

A small little peck wouldn’t hurt, would it? The evil little part of your brain assures you that this is completely normal and you’re just helping him feel better so he can sleep.

Feeling you kiss his mask, he stood back up and removed it startlingly quick, making you jump back a little. He shoved the mask in his pocket before fixing his hair, shuffling it around, making it look a little more decent.

Moving slightly to his side as he lowered himself, you lift your hand and gently cradle the far side of his cheek before landing a soft kiss on his temple, his crooked nose, the corner of his mouth, and finally where his dimple would be if he smiled.

It showed itself as he actually did smile, first towards the wall in front of him, then towards you. “That it? Remember getting more back then.”

You tapped his cheek lightly, “Uh huh.”

He looked around your room as he stood up, his knees not so subtly cracking as he did. “Aight. Just making sure you’re fine.”

The man was always like this. You knew if he did something remotely affectionate, he had mulled over the action for hours, if not days. Simon cares about a lot of people, but he has learnt from years of experience it’s much easier for him to care from afar. Looking up records to see how people progress, eavesdropping conversations, pretending to be at the medic building the same time as the people he wanted to check up on, but if he comes up to someone personally it means he didn’t get the answer he sought for and nothing he previously did alleviates the worry and concern.

Studying his bare face, you saw something that made you want to laugh again, so you dragged him to the little cubicle of a bathroom and stood him in front of the sink with you next to him. The mirror was at a completely wrong height for him so he had to bend and brace himself on the small sink. The tight space could barely fit you both.

“Do you see it?” You started, smiling ear to ear as you looked at him from the mirror.

Simon stared at himself, then at you in the mirror, the actual you, and then back at himself. “All I’m seeing is self restraint to not pin you to the sink right now.”

You groaned at that, but tried to keep focus. “Your face has three shades.“ you pointed at the obvious discoloration around his eyes, “ There’s the tan not covered by the balaclava,” then you pointed at the more subtle tanned blend around his mouth up to his cheeks, and the tip of his nose. “The part not covered by the skull mask, and then the skull shaped part that’s safe from all the sun. Do you see?”

His eyes widened when he finally caught on to what you said and scrambled closer to the mirror, prodding his face. “Bloody fucking hell, I look like a fucking muppet.”

“You know, since it’s already tanned in the shape of a skull…You could use it as a base for a face tattoo.” It was now his turn to glare at you, so you continued, “Wouldn’t it be really funny if one day you get unmasked by an enemy and then they just see another skull?”

He was about to retort when he stopped himself as he saw you try to hide a yawn.

“Get some sleep, lov—“ He stopped mid word as he caught himself. “I mean, yeah you need some sleep.”

You nodded, feeling his hand on your lower back as he guided you out of the shower brought you back to that distant feeling of safety and security that was always present when you’re around him. Maybe he wants another chance, maybe he really was just worried about your broken arm, but you won’t know if you don’t do anything about it.

“Goodnight, Simon.” Twisting away from his hold, you faced him and raised your good arm and leaned in for a hug.

It came as a surprise when he stepped back and held you a little way away from him. “Don’t. It’ll put pressure on your arm.”

“How about you start worrying when we get home and it’s just the two of us?”

“What?”

“You’re gonna take care of me once you’re on leave right? Make sure I don’t go hugging people or sleep on my side or accidentally bang my bad elbow on the edge of a very sharp kitchen counter.”

“You’re fucking evil.”

Despite the acid bite in his tone, he showed up at your door two weeks later, both arms gingerly wrapped around your back, enveloping you in a gentle hug.

[bi-writes]

Would you maybe write a second part to the soulmate Ghost fix you wrote? I’d love to see reader take care of Simon and give him some much needed love and affection🫶 That man isn’t used to being touched without pain following :((((((((( WAAAAAAH

(And also the other way around if Simon feels bad about making reader go through so much pain!! AHHHH i gotta stop before i have to blink tears away AGAIN)

ha! so, idk if you’re new here, but i’ve been using these short fics to gauge how much people like an idea. if people like it, i’ll carry that idea into a longer, more thought-out piece.

and i must say, i didnt think people were going to like this that much. i feel like soulmate fics are as old as time, but im so stoked people enjoyed it! 🥰

basically what i’m trying to say is that instead of a part 2, i might write an actual piece, yk with actual dialogue and more substance.

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This is apparently hot take but I don't agree that Simon and Betty were bad for each other, or that their relationship was unhealthy in any way.

They had their own individual issues going on (who doesn't?) but it was nothing that couldn't be overcome. People are being way too judgemental

honestly me too... but then again my perception of them is more autism spectrum informed, so maybe im just being sensitive and stupid about it?

i also... kind of dont agree that leaving betty in the situation she is—as we currently know it to be—is all that fair to her. i see people saying things like 'they just need to get over each other/leave each other' and that simon just needs to accept things as they are now. and im like... idk man, i honestly don't think that's the tidy answer to all of this. because all of that has already happened in a way.

he's obviously exhausted every option of trying to bring her back, and much like the situation with margles, even prismo couldn't help her. from what we see in 'obsidian' and the end of 'come along with me', he obviously did try to live with the sacrifices she made for him and move on with his life. of course he would still try to save her, but i think it's pretty obvious that at some point he finally accepted that there is no way of saving her, and that this is just the way things are forever. his golb shrine/ritual items are an act of ultimate desparation; in the end he wasn't trying to summon golb to fix her or something, he was trying to portal himself to the golb dimension. i think he was completely aware that if he made it to the golb dimension that there was no hope of ever returning from there, and that doing this probably would kill him... but that would be fine with him, because at least he could see her one last time.

betty, and golbetty, could have made the choice to stay with him in ooo. either to escape golb's guts with him and endure the end of the world together, or to remain fused with golb and just let the world end with only he and her left alive... but she didn't. for all intents and purposes, she did let him go. she, and later whatever of her was left, made the choice to leave him, to banish herself from this realm and give him the opportunity to live his life. you can see it so clearly inside golb's guts that she's tormented by the situation she put them in, and that she feels extremely guilty for how her actions had led to their, and ooo's, downfall.

i know it still reinforces her cycle of self sacrificing behaviour... but to be fair, this is a much different situation than, like, conciously deciding not to go to australia to explore a new and exciting relationship. i think in that moment she realized, as she apologizes to him for "messing everything up", that there was no way of them both getting out of this alive, and that it was her descisions that ultimately doomed them to this fate. so she literally let him go, shoved him out of her life, content with him to live his however he chooses now that he's freed from the curse in a world which she didn't destroy. remember that her wish to "banish golb" wouldn't have saved her, she would have been digested in the golb dimension had she been successful.

i'd even go so far as to say that maybe betty's wish came in clutch even earlier than episode 8; if she can actually control golb and portals to the golb dimension, there's no way she would have granted him passage, as it would basically be suicide. so maybe that flash of golb's face during the initial ritual was her using her influence to redirect the spell to open the portal to the universe in his head? she doesn't want to see him because of what "seeing her" means, she doesn't want him to kill himself for her, and i think that's pretty fucking reasonable. now, however, it's the only way to save him, so she has finally, begrudgingly, granted him passage.

i have no idea how this whole thing is going to wrap up, but in the end i dont entirely agree with the sentiment that they need to 'let each other go', because they already did that to an extent. i think they need to talk to each other, work their existing issues out, and see where things unfold from there. but again, im probably just being sensitive and stupid about it.

[yeyinde]

that uncle simon fic.. im sat.

alsaur the sukuna wip amongst the various cod projects made me giggle a bit, idk if u read jjk at all but @/yandere-daydreams has some amazing sukuna fics that i adore

i'm hoping i can get it fixed up soon but i'm like. now at war with myself over two different ideas/ways i want it to go after some late night thinking yesterday. once one side wins, it'll be posted!

ahhhh Sukuna, Charles Smith, Richie Jerimovich, and Jacob Seed are in there fighting for their lives amongst John Price (and co) lmao i gotta finish those up soon, though.

but oooohhhh will def check them out!!! i've been itching for a good Sukuna fic for a while now!

[2-faded-memory-2]

hey so uh. What's pathologic about?

All I know is that there are three (?) pathways thru the game, it's translated from Russian, and there are zombies?? Maybe?

Ooo hi chat :333 catching all my mutuals in the pathologic web like flies

Okay pathologic is a game series n its basically a story game rpg type thing but not really. Stay with me here yall.

So there pathologic classic hd or just pathologic or just patho 1 right. This ones my favorite. Its got that classic low poly ugly color grading look, and it was of course the first one, and the cheapest one which is why i only own thisnone

Then theres pathologic 2 right its basically a remake, the original is super hard and glitchy so the remake fixes all that and makes it more visually appealing (although personally i think the first looks nicer)

Theres also patho 3 or pathologic quarantine and idk where it lays on the timeline, its only out in demo and i got my eye on it but also im hella grounded rn, but its still very slay

Im gonna focus this on patho 1 for simplicity but i just wanna acknowledge there are others

So there are three routes. Bachelors route where you play as daniil dankovsky, a MEDICAL bachelor in thanatopolgy (study of death and in this case its prevention) who runs a lab at the capital (doesnt have a name beyond the capital) set to defeat death itself, who came to the town because of a letter by the local healer and colleague isador burakh regarding a town leader (1 of 3) regarded to be immortal named simon kain. Theres haruspex route where you play as artemy burakh, son of said local healer (also called a menkhu) who is returning from learning of surgery abroad to take his fathers place as menkhu. And last but jesus christ almighty on a shitty little saltine, clara no last name starring in the changling route, whos just some weird little girl who starts the game by clawing her way out of her grave?? She has magic powers that sometimes heals people or also sometimes just kills them and she may or may not have an evil twin

All three routes follow the same 12 days, where a plague called the sand plague or the sand pest or something of the sort is beginning to spread. Theres a bunch of story and subplot and subsubplot etc etc etc, but the jist is simon kain and isador burakh are dead on the first day, people are assuming it is a murder and suspect artemy the haruspex because he came back as soon as they were found dead, but all three healers soon come independently to the conclusion its the plague. Most of the game is working on healing people, and each of the healers coming up with their own solution to the plague

Basiclaly daniil thinks it best to make a vaccine, artemy thinks there should be a cure and clara can go into the meta and make sacrifices to get rid of the plague all together.

The 12 days are just the three trying to get their cures done and show the others, as well as another obstacle every day for each of them which is different depending on the route you play.

No zombies tragically.

I have a good video essay if you want but its only a retrospective and i havent seen any playthrus? But thay doesnt mean there arent any

Honestly if youre intrigued by it i recommend downloading and playing it bc the classic is only like 12 bucks and if you can spare it it is definitely worth the money, assuming you can get through some of the scuff and intentionally upsetting game design. Personally im not much of a gamer and i found it very fun and cathartic to play, but its also wordy and can be dull and etc etc

At the very least thr fanfics are quality

[paingoes]

Some thoughts/questions about the Roleswap AU

Are Delta's powers less strong in this AU because they weren't trained like in the original, or is it just a feature of the AU?

"You should let me fix that for you." So Apollo is a medic in this AU as well?

Someone needs to rescue Lorry :(

Speaking of Lorry, I'm glad Paris isn't completely isolated and that he and Lorry can complain about their owners/captors/bosses to each other. Canon Delta didn't really have anyone like that :(

Delta being mad at his dad for beating Paris is reminiscent of Paris being mad at Simon for beating Delta.

Urchin spine???? I'm a little confused about what's going on there.

"Figure it out." Sure, Delta. He'll just "figure out" PTSD and conditioning and faulty brain wiring.

Paris needs a (non-drugged?) massage. Regularly. And a punching bag, or some sort of outlet to get it out of his system. Idk if that would help any tho, I'm no expert. (Now I'm imagining Paris chasing cat toys lol. Because prey drive.)

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Delta: stay with me while I sleep

Paris: you just tried to beat me up and muzzle me for trying to help you, are you kidding me? No.

Delta: Please :(

Paris: ...the waterfall is nice here. Fine.

giggling like a maniac. oh my god these walls of texts are my favorite thing to receive i feel so fucking blessed everytime.

1.) yes, delta was born with weaker powers in this AU, but if he was "trained" with the same intensity as canon he could've had them raised artificially. probably to only a small fraction of his canon potential but still higher than they are now. if you ask me i think he's a little insecure about this! that's really what he's getting at in the ending scene and why paris accuses him of pushing it too far. maybe he knows he has more potential that he hasnt unlocked yet.

if AS!delta got to glimpse into his canon reality, in spite of all the angst potential everything he might witness there, i feel like his dominant reaction is still going to be I CAN DO THAT?????

he cant do that

2.) yes :) whatever AU apollo lands in i feel like hes always gonna be like. right in the middle of med school and really annoying about it. kittys like oh my god you didnt graduate yet knock it off. and hes like. sounds like someones humors are unbalanced 😌

3.) oh my god yeah lorelai is in trouble!!! i feel like she came out of training a lot less fucked up than paris, kind of in the same way that she came out of their canon childhoods less fucked up than paris, because she's genuinely a better student and less likely to draw negative attention to herself. but i also think shes still very much in survival mode and has that adaptive stress to keep her going. so shes not necessarily falling apart in the way paris is because paris's environment is so relaxed relatively. it's hard to say what lifestyle is even right for lorelai i feel like she really does thrive under conflict and will always seek out some level of danger but it has to be tempered somewhat so she doesnt just. end up totally exploited and traumatized by the end of it. yeah i worry about that girl.

4.) mm yeah this was meant to parallel deltas little late night chats w kitty and apollo in canon, but you're right, they cant really commiserate w him in the same way because he hid so much for them.

also do you like that delta lets paris have a phone. i think this is actually an incredibly endearing thing about AS!delta and proof that he really is kind of nice because not only is he letting paris stay in touch with lorelai. he also knows who lorelai is and is concerned about her purely because paris is concerned about her. delta and lorelai have never met in person in this AU and they only know each other through paris but i imagine theyre like. friends on snapchat lol.

5.) yeah im sorry i still do think this scene is so funny to imagine. like its not funny but i know the way it happened was so fucking abrupt and stupid like. paris kinda swipes at delta -> IMMEDIATELY getting beat up by the king in a really stupid and direct way. like i know it was not premeditated at all it is purely just "get your fucking hands off my daughter". total parental instincts. yes delta was super mad about it at the time like oh my god stop stop he didnt mean to!!! and i think hes kinda more shaken up by it than paris even is cause paris is used to getting beat up. but yeah delta did not like that.

6.) i shouldve said pufferfish spine. deltas spiking paris w the shit that gets dolphins high in the wild. its a purely fantasy thing but yeah its a mild analgestic/muscle relaxant.

7.) yeah delta is....NOT trauma informed lol. of course thats just an issue w the institutionalized weapons, it makes sense he wouldnt recognize the programming as a kind of trauma in and of itself. he legitimately just thinks paris is broken for no reason and hes sympathetic towards it to some extent but he doesnt. really get it. and to be fair i dont think paris gets it either.

8.) these are such nice suggestions omg <3 thats so cute im imagining paris doing the cat thing where a bug gets into the house and hes just. stalking it for five hours. he definitely needs something to do with all that energy.

lowkey him and lorry just need to get into some kind of sport. that would legitimately fix them.

9.) “🥺🥺🥺”