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[doodlenoodleboi]

YIPPEEE IM MUTUALS W/ POOKIE!!!

[sheepispink]

im like the least scariest person alive but i get the point LOL

nothing scarier than being a fan of a fic and then becoming mutuals with the author. like hi shakespeare. big fan of your fake dating au

[oaksgrove]

Wdyt about idiots in love with either roommate!kyle or roommate!johnny? need some cute fluff boost 🥺👉🏼👈🏼

The Light is On

Pairing: Kyle “Gaz” Garrick x Reader

Synopsis: You and Kyle have been dancing around your feelings for months—sharing mugs of tea, couch blankets, and little routines that feel more like love than habit. When a late-night kitchen light leads you to another one of his quiet acts of care, you finally say what’s been lingering between you all along.

Warning: Excessive fluff, mutual pining, soft domestic tension, cozy vibes, tea-induced confessions, Kyle being a golden retriever in love

The kitchen light was on.

Again.

You sighed as you padded barefoot down the hall, the sleeves of Kyle’s too-big hoodie hanging past your hands. The flat was quiet, save for the hum of the fridge and the faint music drifting from Kyle’s bedroom. It was always the kitchen light. Always him forgetting.

You reached for the switch—but paused.

There, on the counter, was a mug of tea. Yours. With the exact amount of honey and the peppermint tea you always drank when you were stressed. And next to it?

A sticky note with his messy scrawl:

“Light’s on so you don’t trip. Also, drink this. You’re not allowed to be stressed in this house.” —K”

You stared at the note for a second longer than necessary, a quiet smile tugging at your lips. Idiot.

He wasn’t subtle—not even close—but you weren’t either. You’d been dancing around each other for months, roommates who knew each other’s coffee orders, laundry quirks, and worst days. Who sat too close on the couch and shared blankets “because it saves heating,” and who stared a little too long when the other wasn’t looking.

You took the tea in both hands and tiptoed toward his room, the soft beat of lo-fi from his speakers calling you in. You knocked gently before poking your head in.

Kyle was sitting on his bed, hoodie rumpled, hair a bit wild from running his hands through it. He looked up with a crooked smile.

“You found the tea?”

“I did.” You walked in slowly, eyeing him. “You always leave the light on.”

“I know.” He patted the bed next to him. “You always come down to turn it off.”

You sat beside him, tucking your legs under yourself, sipping the tea. “So it’s like a weird domestic trap.”

He chuckled. “More like a tradition.”

You rolled your eyes, but you were smiling. “You’re the worst.”

“You like me anyway.”

A beat. The silence that followed felt heavy, but not in a bad way. He was still smiling—but softer now. He looked at you the way he always did, like he was memorizing your features just in case. And maybe he was.

“I do,” you said quietly, setting the mug down on his nightstand. “I really do.”

He blinked. You blinked. And then you were both laughing—nervous, breathless laughter like you’d both fallen into the same silly, wonderful realization.

“So…” Kyle leaned back, propped on his elbows. “Do we keep doing this roommates-with-excessive-tension thing, or…”

You leaned down, nose brushing his. “Let’s just… be idiots together.”

His grin turned dazzling as he tugged you down beside him, wrapping an arm around your waist.

“That,” he murmured into your hair, “I can do.”

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[kittygowrite]

Bad jokes

Warnings: fluff? Bad jokes, Gn!reader, maybe a very slight Ghost x Reader?

An: this was supposed to be a super short drabble… I blacked out and now we have this lol. It was bouncing around my head like a ping-pong ball. Really abrupt ending but idk how to finish it 😔 (I didn’t edit it, written on my phone at literally 1am, sorry for any mistakes)

Word Count: 400+

Ghost, once you get to know him, is one of the funniest men you’ll ever meet.

He has a very particular sense of humor, but his timing is always perfect and his delivery is unmatched. Soap never fully gotten on the dad joke train, Price has grown used to sighing and shaking his head to hide the slight smile, and Gaz just rolls his eyes with a halfhearted chuckle.

So imagine Ghost getting to drop his arsenal of horrible puns onto the new recruit who’s stuck around long enough to get comfortable with the 141 guys?

He would scare the shit out of you, appearing right as you're about to knock on Price’s office door to hand in a report.

“What form is required for all members of the military?” The deep timber of his voice has you jumping and spinning to him, eyes wide. Was this some pop quiz? A test to see if you remember from basic training? You’re wracking your memory for what the hell he could be talking about.

“A uniform.” It stops you, frozen in place, still staring at the Lieutenant.

Did he seriously just make a joke?

As quickly as he had appeared, Ghost turned on his heel and disappeared down the hall, leaving you blinking and watching the space he had just vacated. It was the first of many horrible jokes to come. But he wasn’t the only one with a bad joke up their sleeve.

It had been a relatively quiet mission, Soap talking everyone’s ears off about some new explosive he learned about. He’s in the middle of explaining the different chemical compounds when you shift slightly to bump Ghost with your shoulder from where he’s leaning against a crate next to you.

“Hey, lieutenant… How do the elements stay in touch?” You ask softly, watching him from the corner of your eye. Despite the balaclava, you can see the slight quirk of his eyebrow and the subtle narrowing of his eyes as he thinks. After a pause he gives a soft grunt, signaling you to go on.

”They get together periodically…” you eye him carefully, testing, gauging how he reacts to his own style of jokes being thrown back at him. It was small at first. The slow blink as the information registers, then the corners of his eyes pinching.

And all at once, laughing cracks through the air. Deep and rumbling, so warm and full. It has the rest of the team turning to look at the pair of you, stares narrowing on Ghost who’s covering his face with a gloved hand as he laughs.

You’re left frozen once again, unsure how to react. It was a sound you’d never heard before but after a moment it had you puffing with pride. You had made ghost laugh. That was something.

An: its literally 1am im half awake… please laugh at the element joke… (as far as i know) i came up with that one and please i want to be funny ;-; As always, feedback is greatly appreciated <3

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[silas-aeiou]

Get To Know Me

Thank you @tofics !!! Love you babs!

•Favourite Colour: Sunshine yellow babeeey

•Last Song: Beatrice by The Toxhards

•Currently Reading: Different Seasons by Stephen King

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Imma taaaag

@pythonmoth @spidermans-l-o-v-e-r @science-hoes @bone-trash @skeyewards

Plus anyone that's wants to? Go nuts!

[sheepispink]

this was infact a real convo

come to my court hearing on wednesday where i pay £10 in rights

cw: prolly some innaccuracies

INSPO: @pythonmoth ‘s au with daemons, and simons super cute dog that i couldnt get out my head

“Riley?” The both of them instinctively perk up and you have to hold back a giggle as you enter the common room. “I’m curious bout something” The large german shepherd looks up at you with eyes sparkling, tired head leaning against the legs of the man who happened to share the same name as him. Ghost is on the couch, leaning back but he had sat up a little when you called his—well the dog’s— name.

“Stop bloody doin’ that—” He grumbles, easing himself back into the soft cushions though his shoulders stay fairly straight. You approach, taking a seat right beside him before giving the dog a few affection pets.

“Riley's trained as a service dog, right? I googled what some of his alerts mean.” You begin, and he doesn't bother to look away from his laptop when he grunts in response, shrugging. “So?”

“His current handler has some heart problems.” Again, he doesn't look your way, tapping away at some document though he barely seems to be paying attention to that either. “He alerts when someone’s heart rises.”

“He always alerts when I'm near you.”

Ghost finally breaks his gaze to raise a brow at you, suspicious and yet he eventually looks away. “Dont know what you’re talkin’ bout.”

He’s acting indifferent, ignoring the truth in your words but you dont plan to play nice. So, after a few moments you lean closer, peering over his shoulder at his laptop. “What’cha doin?” Riley barks almost immediately, looking up at Ghost in concern, immediately making him freeze. “What are you—“

“What? Wait— did Riley alert you?”

Ghost stares at you for a minute, but the response hangs empty on his tongue. How will he explain without having to confess? “No. He’s just hungry.”

The silence hangs a little longer, Riley staring between the two of you though quiet. That is until you playfully curl your arm around his shoulder. The dog stands up immediately now, barking between you two.

“Oh, I think he’s alerting you.” There’s an sly grin plastered on your lips, not even trying to calm the poor dog down when you know your point is repeatedly proving to be true. “He’s not.“

You lean your head in, a breath away from his mask and Riley barks again, louder.

“Not a single alert?”

“I said—“

Ghost watches in horror as you lean your head against his shoulder and Riley starts barking like he’s feral, pawing incessantly at his ankles. Of course the one time he agrees to babysit someone’s dog it immediately baits his growing feelings. He sighs, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose but he can't deny that the barks aren’t even as loud as the thump of his heart.

[keseqna]

Challenged by @bittertasteofhoney 🐝

Put your music library on shuffle, then list the first five songs that come up in a poll to let people vote for which one they like the most!

@pythonmoth @cinnxmxngxrl @stellaiuna @littledes1re

No pressure to do the same but this was pretty cute and I LOVEEEE The Doors

[polyphemusboo]

hi!~

this is a nsfw sideblog. i will mostly reblog stuff i wanna read, but I'll just write little things here and there ♡

minors — you are responsible for yourself.

main: @pythonmoth

read my Simon Riley fics there!

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× little about me ×

mexican. english is not my first language so there will be mistakes.

neck deep in kpop and multiple fandoms.

little nsfw masterlist!

☆ call of duty ☆

pathetic simon

bully simon

drilling simon

me dreaming of gaz

» requests closed! —I will refuse to write anything I'm not comfortable with

Requests:

› Dream of You

› Death Becomes You

[pythonmoth]

cw: suggestive | gn!reader

Simon knows how to play the piano.

In truth, he never really thought much of it. Of course, he's used to all kind of jokes, to all the flirty comments about his job. Sometimes, he also takes advantage of it, he won't lie. It comes in handy.

When the bar he plays at hires a singer, he's curious, and when he sees you, Simon realizes he knows you. He's seen you around the place, usually on the street with a guitar; mostly only with your powerful lungs, singing to your heart's content. People suggest song after song and your lips curl in satisfaction —he's given you a couple bucks, he thinks, but that's it.

Now, Simon plays and you sing with him. Your voice is delicious, warm like honey under the sunlight. It's rich, sultry, powerful, and it sounds perfect from where he's sitting, fingers sliding across the keys. (And maybe everytime you say his name, his fingers twitch a little. Maybe).

One night, a couple weeks after you join the team, you show him a song you want him to play for you. Its the instrumental, so he has no idea what the lyrics say but it sounds flirty, fun, so it definitely fits your voice. How could he say no?

Simon nods.

And a few hours later, he's playing.

"Hey, Piano Man."

Simon's right eyebrow twitches. He looks up at you from the piano, fingers having already memorized the song. Like a whiplash, it sends an intense heat burning from the base of his spine to his fingertips.

You're flirting. Shamelessly so.

Your eyes are on his, smirk brightening whenever he blinks twice at the lyrics, because you're talking to him.

"When your fingers brush against the keys, I keep getting naughty thoughts."

Simon smirks. He can't help it. You're absolutely ridiculous. He'd be damned if he dared looking away from you, your shoulders loose and comfortable, happily telling everyone around that you want him to—

"Play my body like a piano."

Simon makes a tiny little mistake, eyes wide. He hopes nobody actually heard that, but it's painfully obvious. It makes his boss turn to him from behind the bar, raising an eyebrow in surprise. "Ah," John thinks.

Your voice carries a laugh as you continue, holding the microphone and actually leaving the stage with it, feet light as you walk over to the piano. Simon's blinking at you, biting back a smirk now that the lights are on the two of you.

"Hey, Piano Man, when this song ends, come to me."

Simon's pinky skips a key. Your eyes are teasing, but genuine.

"The last melody. Just you and I."

A breathless scoff leaves Simon's chest and your smile brightens, both of you ignoring the way the patrons are laughing and shaking their heads at the shameless scene in front of them.

"That's how I want to listen to it."

Simon barely manages to finish the song, chest tight and lips pursed. When it's done, you wink at him and try to walk away, but he's faster. With a single movement, he holds you up against his chest with an arm, your feet no longer touching the ground as he walks away from the laughs and the teasing yelps.

Your laughter is bright and content as he drags you to John's office at the back of the bar, away from all of them.

Simon can deal with the rest later.

buy me a coffee

[sheepispink]

@sai-int @pythonmoth @pencil-n-pen sorry i couldnt resist 💖

my friends r so talented. rb if ur friends are talented

[oaksgrove]

hii!!! i absolutely adore your writing. i know i say this like every ask and so but it's really true!! thank you so much for keeping up with my requests haha... 😭

could you write for teen!simon riley where the reader and he are childhood friends? thank you 😭💞💞

good luck!

-🌊

Not Afraid

Pairing: Teen!Simon Riley x Childhood Friend!Reader

Synopsis: Simon Riley has always kept the world at arm’s length. With shadows in his eyes and silence where laughter should be, he’s learned to survive by keeping others out. But you? You see him.

Warning: Mentions of implied child abuse, emotional neglect, trauma in youth, emotional vulnerability, comfort through touch and trust.

a/n: It was going to be a very angsty piece with Simon enrolling in the military, but I needed some comfort for him so I just stopped. Hope you like, hun!

Word Count: 458

The house next door had always been quiet.

You’d grown up in that neighborhood—where everyone knew each other’s names and kids rode bikes until the streetlights blinked on. The Riley house was the exception. Curtains always drawn, yard a little overgrown, and the boys who lived there never quite smiled with his whole face.

Simon Riley was quiet in a way that made you curious before it made you sad. You were both eight when you met, playing hopscotch on cracked pavement, and you’d offered him your last piece of candy because he looked like he needed something sweet.

He’d blinked at you for a long second before taking it with a stiff, “Thanks.”

Now you were both fifteen, and things had changed—Simon taller with hair always in his eyes. You’d changed too, but not in how you saw him.

You saw how he flinched when someone raised their voice. How he never invited anyone over, how he wore long sleeves even in the heat of summer. You saw the bruises no one else seemed to.

But you never pushed. Just sat beside him at lunch, offered him half of your sandwich, walked home with him even when he said you didn’t need to.

One evening, after a particularly stormy day, you found him crouched in the alley between your houses. His knuckles were scraped raw. His eyes red. His shoulders were curled like he was trying to make himself smaller.

“Simon,” you whispered.

“Go home,” he said without looking at you.

You knelt beside him, even as he turned his face away. “Did he hurt you again?”

His jaw flexed. He didn’t answer.

You reached out, gently, resting your fingers on his wrist. He jerked away at first, but didn’t move far.

“You don’t have to say it,” you said, voice soft. “Just… don’t push me away, alright?”

He looked at you then. Really looked.

His eyes were full of something ancient. Like he’d already lived through more than most adults. And it hurt—to see that kind of grief in someone so young.

“I’m scared,” he murmured.

Your heart cracked in your chest. “Of what?”

His voice barely rose above the breeze. “Of hurting you.”

You smiled through tears you didn’t let fall. “You won’t, Si”

He blinked, startled.

“I’m not afraid of you,” you said gently. “And you don’t scare me off that easy.”

Something shifted in him then. His hand trembling reached for yours. And for the first time, he let himself lean into someone.

That night, you both sat in the alley until the stars came out, your shoulders touching. He didn’t say much. But he didn’t have to.

Because sometimes, the bravest thing someone can do is stay.

And you weren’t going anywhere.

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[kittygowrite]

Okay! So I have a lot of WIPs and I’m curious what people are most interested in! I’ll have this going for a week but over the weekend I’ll see what’s at the top and work on it 😌 (explanations for the WIPs are under the cut!)

Stalkers tango - Stalker!reader x Ghost (part 1 here)

Quiet mornings - cute domestic fluff with ghost! (Gn!reader, super sweet and pure fluff)

Smells - probably a scent kink thing but based on some collab soap I got recently 🤭 (f!reader, possibly smutty, rn just sexual tension)

Homework helper - Johnny notices that you’re stressing over homework and knows just how to help (f!reader, smut)

Nervous flier - stuck next to a Scott on a long flight isn’t as bad as it seems (neurodivergent!reader, fem!reader, Johnny is a flirt 😋)

Sweater weather - gentle morning with price, driving in the rain and just enjoying each other (established relationship, old man price 😌)

Biker!141 - not started yet but have some ideas written down

Kiss prompts - feel free to send them in! Check them out here

Gonna add the tag list cus I want y’all’s opinions!

@pythonmoth @hattiefunny @daydreamerwoah @bi-sk8er @sweetheart4you @shinebright2000 @nxns3sne @microwaved-breastmilk

[pythonmoth]

syrena and philip from the pirates of the caribbean but you're the mermaid and Simon's the missionary who falls for you and decides to set you free before he dies but oh, you kiss him as you drag him under the sea

👁️

totally unrelated to the fic im writing soon

[kittygonap]

@pythonmoth @sheepispink @daydreamerwoah I don't tell y'all enough but I absolutely looove all of y'all's stuff, I get the biggest smile whenever I see any of it

I made it

[kittygowrite]

Hey people on my gen taglist!

I am making an additional NSFW tag list because i want to make sure everyone is comfortable with reading my work.

Please let me know if you would like to be added to this as well otherwise i will tag you on just the SFW works! Thank you for reading, your support means the world <3

Taglist @pythonmoth @hattiefunny @daydreamerwoah @bi-sk8er @sweetheart4you @shinebright2000 @nxns3sne

[pythonmoth]

made this silly thing for the traitor series

i will not make them sit down and explain their relationships one by one bc it sounds unnatural to me but I will drop hints here and there

still, for my visual learners 😋