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wxnheart · 1 year

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𝐏𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐳𝐚, 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐚𝐩𝐛𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐄𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

note: please know that I can't say Ghost anymore. I can only say Ghoap. Ghoap is love. Ghoap is life. Ghoaposaurus Rex. part one is here.

Believe it or not, the transition into a full-fledged relationship was as anti-climatic as it could get. Thank Soap for addressing the elephant in the room. ("...So... we're together, right?") Cue Simon grunting and you just shrug your shoulders. ("Sure thing.")

And as much as Ghost loves y'all, he also sees this relationship as the biggest fuck you to his father he can possibly give. Fuck you, old man. You never thought he was capable of this, did you? Miserable bastard.

Initially, he'd freeze up and was a little awkward when you and Soap showered him in attention. He's gotten so used to it now that he doesn't freeze up like he used to, even in public. Simon will stare onlookers down. What the fuck are you looking at? Mad that you don't have two gorgeous-as-sin lovers who fucking adore you and will fuck you senseless? Tough shit, mate.

Ghost has made it a point to never bend over in your presence again. Imagine turning around to see two sets of eyes practically eyefucking him.

But it's not like he's any better. He practically eyefucks you two ALL. THE. TIME. And in typical Ghost fashion.

Soap also gives no fucks and will dole out compliments like it's no one's business. Get used to it, love.

You and Soap have also made it your personal mission to see what makes Simon blush.

And though he's not as touchy-feely in public, Ghost's PDA usually just involves brushing and/or leaning against the two of you.

At home is an altogether different matter. You three absolutely have to be touching in some fashion when you're on the couch.

When they're away, affection for Johnny and Simon is usually a clasp of the shoulder. Usually. Away from prying eyes, however, it's a simple press of their foreheads together for reassurance.

Ghost and Soap absolutely love it when you wear their shirts to bed. Goes doubly so when they're away on duty.

They'll also get worried if they don't hear from you (be it through text or call) at least once a day.

You found out firsthand that Johnny is the one who will fight for your honor in a pub bathroom. Simon just wants to go outside and talk. Yep.

Though Ghost will never admit it, since getting with you two, the nightmares of his childhood and the echoes of his father's words have lessened considerably. He hesitates to talk about his life out of fear of you two leaving him. One of these days, he'll tell you everything.

Your lock screen is a picture of you and Soap kissing Simon on his cheeks and he's mid eye-roll. It's so fucking hilarious that Johnny made it his lock screen as well. Simon was NOT impressed.

#simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #ghost x reader x soap #simon riley x reader #soap mactavish x reader #task force 141 #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty x reader #poly palooza.#just 141 things.#cw: mentions of abuse

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lxvvie · 4 months

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Would you please consider sharing more sfw/nsfw Simon hcs with us? Previous ones were lovely <3

Sure thing, anon. Here's some more SFW-ish headcanons for you:

cw: mentions of past abuse

Simon has mild rosacea on his cheeks and nose.

This is also coupled with the smattering of freckles on his shoulders.

In addition to being a giant, he never thought he'd get so hairy either. It's mostly concentrated from the waist down, though.

Believe it or not, he has a celebrity crush.

Part of his father's treatment of him was the fact that he favored his mother's side of the family more. Saw it as a blow to his ego.

His brother used to tease him about his eyelashes. In return, he'd tease his brother about his baby face.

His tattoo is partly meant to be a huge 'Fuck You' to his old man as well.

Simon does not like wearing clothes when he's nursing a hangover because he sweats a lot. As such, a hungover Simon will almost always be naked.

Is secretly a fan of Celine Dion. Played The Power of Love repeatedly to get Soap back in retaliation for pissing him off once. Or so he says. It was really to see Soap flip his shit because GHOST listens to CELINE DION?!

His favorite movie is Sense and Sensibility.

Is currently embroiled in a prank war with Gaz and Soap.

Has purposely cockblocked them as only Simon can on two separate occasions as well.

He can apparently do an excellent impersonation of... Price. Found this out after a night of barhopping with the boys.

Speaking of Price, you'd be forgiven for thinking the Cap'n consumes the most tea out of 141. It's really Simon.

Tried Hawaiian pizza and thought it was fine but what he REALLY loves is a Meat Lover's pizza with extra cheese.

#2queued4u.#cw: mentions of abuse #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty modern warfare 2 #call of duty modern warfare 3 #simon ghost riley #ghost cod #ghost mw2 #ghost mw3 #task force 141 #cod mwii #cod mw3

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slowandsteddie · 3 months

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Claudia Henderson and Her (Two) Boys

Link to Part One

Link to AO3

I don’t really have a preamble here. Just know that I am incredibly happy to have this one off my WIP list. I’ll probably do a part three at some point where I focus more on her story, but I need to knock some other stuff out first. I never realized how much we are starved for Claudia content until I started trying to write some.

Steve talks about the night that his mother died in this one. Tread carefully if that’s sensitive content for you but you want to read anyway.

2,242 words.

“You never really explained how you got those scars.” Claudia said softly.

She walked into the kitchen and set her bags down on the counter. While that wasn’t the most correct greeting with Eddie sitting across the table from Steve, it did go to show that she saw the guy with matching scars as part of the family. She had been dating his uncle long enough, in any case, to have claimed him as one of her boys.

“Protecting Dustin.” Steve said after a moment.

She ignored the fact that his face went through a lot of emotions over that one, like he couldn’t decide what he was allowed to say to her. She knew there was a cover up of sorts and lots of NDA’s that he had to sign. But surely he could tell her something.

“And, who was protecting you?”

His eyes flicked to Eddie and she noticed the way that both of them blushed. It warmed her heart to know that they were safe with each other, but she’d let them admit what she already figured out in their own time.

—

“She, uh. She caught him cheating on her.” Steve said suddenly.

She sat down the plate that she had been washing, and turned off the faucet after rinsing the soap off her gloves. Claudia turned around to look at Steve. It had been years, and this was the first time that he had talked about it. That night. She didn’t say a word, just watched him as he watched the table.

“She was so calm about it until the other lady left, you know?” His voice caught. “She was calm when she told him that she was going to file for divorce in the morning and that she was going to take everything. Including me. And I was so happy, you know? Because I realized that she did love me…”

Claudia felt tears well in her eyes, but made no move to wipe them. She didn’t even dare to sniffle, in fear that it would get him to clam up.

“Then there was screaming. So much screaming. A bang, and then silence.” He shuddered. “I called Hop when the screaming started. Let him hear it over the phone, even as I… I couldn’t even breathe, mom.”

The word that slipped out made her heart squeeze painfully. He had never called her that so sincerely before. She wanted to wrap him up in her arms, but refused to move. Not until he was ready to look at her. Now wasn’t the time to potentially startle him.

She wanted to go to him, desperately. Wanted to wrap him up tightly in her arms and remind him that he was safe now. But, Claudia knew that if she made a move before he was ready, Steve would react like a cornered animal. And he deserved to feel safe in his own home, damn it.

“My dad tried to find me. Got more pissed when he couldn’t. I think… I think he would have killed me if he found me.” A humorless laugh passed his lips. “Hop found me, first. Knew the room I liked to hide in from finding me there on previous, uh, house calls.”

Claudia’s heart broke. How many times had Steve needed to call Hop before? How many times had her poor boy had to endure knowing that his mother was hurting and he was too young to do anything but hide and call for help and pray?

Her hand went to her throat because she needed to hold something and she wasn’t about to move right now. Steve needed to talk about that night. It was good for him to let it out instead of keeping it bottled inside. She wasn’t going to do anything to make him clam back up. Not unless he asked her too.

“Hop got me out of there so fast. So fast, mom. I was in his car and he was peeling out before the on duty cops even got there.” His voice cracked. “I heard a gunshot and I swear he just drove faster. I never really knew what it was like to feel safe with an adult before, you know?”

Steve had to stop to breathe. To gather himself. Neither one of them acknowledged the tears sliding down his face.

“I was twelve and terrified. I knew that Hop would come when I called. Kind of his job, you know? But I never would have thought that he would…you know, uh… Get me out of there himself and promise me a safe place to stay.” A shuddery breath passed his lips. “He was right, by the way. You are safe. And I’d really love for you to hug me right now, mom. Please.”

That was all Claudia needed to hear. She closed the distance between them and wrapped her boy up in her arms so tight that she could feel his heart pounding as he hugged her just as tight. He was shaking so badly as she whispered soothing words against his ear. He was taller than her, but it was easy to get those gentle words right where they needed to be with the way he curled into her.

“You are mine, Steve Henderson. As long as I have air in my lungs, you are safe and have nothing to worry about. Ever.”

“H-Henderson?” He pulled back, then. Not a lot, but enough.

“Yes. You’ve been a Henderson to me since the day you stepped foot in my house.”

“Can… Can we make that my legal last name?”

“We’ll go Monday.”

—

“Five years and you’re finally a Henderson,” Dustin said with the biggest grin that she had ever seen.

That really did say something because he had this habit of somehow smiling with his entire face when he was genuinely excited. And that happened a lot.

“Ew. The same last name as you? What was I thinking?” Steve teased while pulling him closer. He yanked off his hat and messed up his curls, his fingers not tangling for once. “Nice! You actually brushed it this time.”

“I’ll have you know I did no such thing. This is from when I tricked you into brushing my hair for me last night.”

Steve took a deep breath and let it out slowly. “You’re telling me that you didn’t brush your hair this morning? You woke up in plenty of time, I heard Lukas on your walkie-talkie.”

“Why were you eavesdropping?”

“One. Your friends are loud. Two, don’t change the subject on me.”

That was when Claudia decided to clear her throat. Both boys stopped and looked at her, eyes wide, and she couldn’t help the giggle that escaped.

“Hi, mom,” they said sheepishly.

She held up the envelope. “Steve, you want to do the honors of opening your new documents?”

Steve walked toward her and reached out, delicately taking the envelope from between her fingers before sitting down. Dustin was trying to crowd around him, wanting to be the first to see them with him. She couldn’t help but to smile. Her two boys, brothers in all the ways that mattered.

“Can… Can I wait until Wayne and Eddie get here, too? Want my whole family here for this.”

Her heart swelled with pride and adoration for the teen she had taken in all those nights ago.

“Of course we can wait, baby. Whenever you’re ready.”

Claudia listened as Steve and Dustin went back to the importance of taking care of their hair. She smiled, shook her head, and started putting away the groceries. Usually, she’d ask her boys to help her out. But, Steve seemed to be making headway and she really would love for Dustin to actually brush his hair more than once a week.

She waited for a lull in the heated discussion. “Spaghetti or meatloaf?”

Steve said meatloaf at the same time that Dustin said spaghetti and she was prepared for another argument. But then she heard a cheery “meatloaf!” coming out of Eddie’s mouth as he walked in the front door like he owned the place. Her face broke into a grin, but only because she knew that Wayne wasn’t far behind.

Wayne’s face immediately lit up the second he saw her and it had her blushing like she was still just a school girl. She was almost tempted to try and hide behind her hair, but then she remembered the effort that she had put into the updo and left it alone.

Dusty grumbled and it made her pout at him playfully. “Sorry, baby. You were outvoted, but I’ll make spaghetti when all the leftovers are gone.”

That seemed to appease him for the moment and that was enough for her to start getting all the ingredients together for dinner instead of fretting over her boy. Wayne easily found his way into her space in a helpful way. He did kiss the side of her head when the opportunity arose and Claudia almost squealed over it. Nearly five years and she still got excited over the affection he had to offer.

“Hey, uh. Everyone’s here,” Steve said suddenly.

Claudia nudged Wayne to go take a seat at the table with their boys. She washed her hands before doing the same as she had been messing with raw meat before.

“What’s up?” Eddie asked after a few seconds.

Steve was just staring at the envelope that he had sat on the table after his statement. He cleared his throat.

“I wanted all of my family to be here when I opened it, so I had to wait for Dingus and his uncle to get here.” He cracked a smile.

“You’ve been spending too much time with Robin. Dingus.” Eddie joking mocked that last word before shuddering.

“Shut up, Ed’s. This is a big moment.” Steve said without any heat. He was too busy grinning.

Claudia smiled, watching the boys bicker.

“Open it, Steve!” Dustin demanded, throwing his hands in the air. “I’m tired of waiting.”

Steve took a deep breath and let it out slowly before opening the envelope so carefully. Dustin opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it over the pointed look that Wayne gave him. This was Steve’s moment, Claudia thought, and she was glad that the other adult in the house agreed with her.

He pulled the letter out, carefully unfolding the paper and his eyes scanned the page quickly. His smile just kept getting wider and wider. He turned it around so that everyone could see it when he was finished.

“Officially a Henderson!” He exclaimed and it was met by cheers.

Claudia’s were the loudest of all. While she couldn’t officially adopt the boy who showed up on her doorstep all those years ago, she could give him a family name that doesn’t make him flinch when he hears it. She got up and closed the distance before pulling him into a tight hug that he was quick to return.

It was kind of funny, in a sad sort of way, that Steve couldn’t be adopted because his father, who was in prison, refused to relinquish parental rights — but, they could get his last name changed and it was more or less the same to them.

“I’m so happy,” Claudia murmured against his temple, which she promptly kissed.

That was when the rest of her boys came in to join the hug, effectively squishing Steve into a pile of love and affection that she knew he’d never have to doubt again.

—

Dustin, Steve, and Eddie were all in Steve’s room with some of Dusty’s other friends. They were playing that dice game that she couldn’t seem to understand no matter how much they tried to explain it. What mattered was that there was math and science involved somehow and that they were having fun.

She leaned into Wayne who was sitting beside her on the couch. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and she smiled as she settled into him. He placed a kiss on top of her head that left her blushing pretty badly.

He was watching the game with a beer in his other hand. Claudia, meanwhile, had a glass of wine. She was more than content to just sit close and spend time together. Sports was another thing she didn’t know much about. Wayne had tried to explain this game to her and she did get the general idea, but she was never going to be able to remember all of those stats.

“I’m happy for ‘em,” Wayne said at the start of the commercial. “Steve, I mean. He seems so much lighter now that he has your name.”

“I feel like I can breathe easier, now. Like I have some sort of legal claim to him now that we share a last name.” Claudia took a sip of her wine.

Wayne hummed his agreement before taking a drink of his own beer. Apparently it was the last drink because he sat the can on the coffee table and it sounded pretty empty. When he leaned back against the couch, she leaned back into him and rested her hand over his chest.

“I think you should stay tonight,” she said.

Almost like it wasn’t the first time that she invited Wayne into her room while the kids were home. If it shocked him, he didn’t let it show.

“Then I will.”

#stranger things #Claudia Henderson POV #Claudia Henderson and Her Two Boys #Claudia Henderson #Steve Harrington #Steve Henderson #Dustin Henderson #Wayne Munson #Eddie Munson #cw: mentions of death #cw: mentions of cheating #cw: mentions of abuse #let me know if I missed anything #claudia is a good mom

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fell-is-suffering · 14 days

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Okay, one thing. Loving how you make Edge actually care for his brother, rather than going with his typical abusive portrayal.

LOVE THAT.

To be fair, I just think Currant (aka Fell Paps actually) is just those teenagers going in a rebellious phase but perhaps softer lol. And I know underfell is prob a pretty dark world but seriously, the two are BROTHERS, not a victim and abuser. Sure they prob had moments in life where they had hurt each other, but not intentionally!

And also..I actually based their relationship on mine and my brothers relationship, like a tiny, TINY bit and that's it lol.

#sans #sans au #undertale au #utmv #fell sans #underfell #underfell sans #sans underfell #papyrus underfell #underfell papyrus #uf sans #uf papyrus #fell papyrus #ooc post #ooc #cw: mentions of abuse

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truekayos · 2 months

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I'm really struggling today.

In 2021, I was targeted by Chaya Raichik and her alt-right transphobe followers. For what? Making an introduction post on TikTok talking about my queer identity. I received death and rape threats for weeks. Social media platforms did nothing to stem the tide of hate that was directed toward me. I had to bury my account and hide away for over a month before I was able to find peace.

A month later, I was raped by one of my partners.

I'm still struggling to heal from both of these events.

Tumblr was a sanctuary, away from the hate of the world. I could look at cool (and horny) art and interact with cool (and horny) queers.

Today, all I find is the same darkness I've been trying to escape.

#cw: harassment #cw: sa mention #cw: mentions of abuse

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blackbirdffxiv · 2 months

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So I see everyone making lore iceberg's for their OCs and so.... I present one for Ellie

And now y'all see why I say "balance is important"

#OOC #Mun Shenanigans #oc lore: eliceyn #cw: mentions of death #cw: mentions of abuse #I tried my best and therefor I ask no one criticize me #Also if you try and throw the lore book at me I'll throw it right back at you thrice as hard so don't even try

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pjunicornart · 11 days

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Symptoms of Me (vent post... kinda)

So, my mental health has been kicking my ass as of late. I haven't been feeling the best, and lately I've been beat to shit by my autistic symptoms.

So how did I vent? With Meet the Robinsons, of course. Because I feel so connected to Lewis/Cornelius, I headcanon that he experiences my symptoms as well.

I drew Neil displaying how my symptoms/trauma manifests. They're all just little doodles. I think it's important for people to see from multiple perspectives when it comes to mental health (especially neurodivergency) because everyone's symptoms manifest differently. I've wanted to make a post like this for a while, so... here you go.

This is me. (cw: brief mentions of trauma/abusive relationships)

I space out a lot. Often times I'll get lost in my daydreams, so much so that hours could pass by and I wouldn't have a clue. This happens a lot, actually. It's the reason why I'm only able to get one artwork done a day, because I constantly space out. Another little symptom displayed here is my fidgeting. As I write this post I am bouncing my leg.

Wanna know a physical sign of autism? Toe walking! I do this a lot. I do it because carpets and hardwood floors feel weird to walk on. If I don't have my house shoes or socks on, I'll toe walk everywhere.

Music is how I connect with the world. That's why I get inspired by music so often. Since I can't formulate my words on the topic of my feelings, music is how I do that. Music helps me understand myself by putting complex things I don't understand into simple to sing along to verses.

On the topic of music, it gets stuck in my head. Easily. I can put a song on loop for five hours straight and I would never get bored of it. When I go to bed, the song will play in my head, and I'll get excited because I can listen to it again in the morning. Because songs get stuck in my head so often, I would mumble under my breath the lyrics as a tick. The same could be said for my ticks in general. Small phrases or words will repeat in my head over and over again, and I'll say them aloud. Recently, "he's tired" has been on repeat for me. I don't know why.

Wanna know ANOTHER physical sign of autism? Frequent constipation/irregular and incomplete bowel movements. I am definitely guilty of this. I've been taking fiber gummies, but it's only helped a little bit. I still go over a week without going number two. This might be a bit TMI, but this is one reason why it was super difficult for my parents to potty train me. It would hurt to go, and therefore I wouldn't wanna do it. My parents weren't particularly... nice, about potty training me. I have trauma from it. Speaking of...

Because of trauma, I HATE using toilets. This kind of ties into my age regression as a coping mechanism a bit. For multiple reasons, I wish I had a better childhood. So, I regress to a mental space where I'm a happy kid. If I'm being honest? There are some days where I wish I could just go in a plastic potty and not use the toilet. Because of the trauma from potty training, yes, but also because they're loud. Loud noises suck.

Emotions? I don't understand them. To me, it's just noise. I see no reason for them, and I hate them. But it's only because I don't understand them, and this includes my own emotions. There are times where I'm crying, and I have no idea why I'm crying. I'll tell myself there's no need for me to cry here, and I'd curse myself for being "weak", when I'm just being human. I'd judge others for getting angry, because to me, it's so easy to just suppress everything and look at things logically. I had to teach myself empathy recently, because I didn't get it when I was younger.

I freeze when I'm in conflict. I remember everytime I'd get in trouble with my dad (he was emotionally abusive), I'd just sit there and cry, with the words stuck in my throat. I couldn't get them out, no matter how hard I tried. He'd yell at me and tell me to talk, and it would frustrate him when I wouldn't listen to him, and he'd just tell me off more. He didn't realize I was shutting down due to my autism (which was undiagnosed at the time - and still is because the American healthcare system sucks). It was hell. To this day, if I'm ever in a conflict, the words get stuck in my throat.

In general, my relationship with food is negative. I avoid certain foods like the plague because they trigger my very sensitive gag reflex. Most of the time it's a texture issue. That's why I have my comfort foods. They textures and tastes are perfect! You'll notice that they're mostly warm foods. These foods warm me up in a way I really like; It's a pleasant feeling. Box mac n' cheese is my all time favorite comfort food, too. I like it a specific way: It has to be the Kraft brand with the spiral pasta, and I like it with a little bit of extra milk. It makes it creamier. By the way, I don't know why I drew that burger with cheese, because I actually like my burgers plain. Just burger and bun (same with hot dogs).

I'll be okay. Just going through a rough patch right now. I have a new AU idea for MtR that I'll explain. Eventually.

#vent post #rosey rambles #art #my art #traditional art #doodles #meet the robinsons #cornelius robinson #lewis robinson #sfw agere #age regression #autistic headcanon #autism #autistic #neurodivergent #actually autistic #cw: mentions of trauma #cw: mentions of abuse

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bear-boi-5 · 6 months

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Now one about olimar please

Hmm, ok, assuming more childhood dumping

Olimar grew up with his dad for the majority of his life, he did have a mum but only for a few years of his life, about 8. His mother was a terrible gambler, sometimes abusive and often cheated on his dad behind his back. Unfortunately for little Olimar, who'd be left home alone with his mother while his dad was being a uni professor, was often subjected to his mother's true colours.

He saw her letting other men into the house. He'd ask what she was doing and she'd scold him, saying for him to mind his own business and to go to his room and if he said anything to his dad, she'd punish him. Olimar was a easily scared kid, so he listened. He'd see her make out with other men, flirt with them, do some not so family friendly acts with them, gamble hundreds of dollars away and drink until she couldn't see straight, all while he just had to keep quiet.

Eventually, he finally said something to his dad in private and they made a plan where he'd come home early and catch her in the act. This led to a terrible fight which almost resulted in Olimar getting caught in the crossfire. Luckily he was unharmed and his dad kicked her out of the house.

With the Louie stuff, he was like a older brotherly figure towards him, seeing that neither of them had siblings. Olimar didn't go to school for his time as a kid, not for the same reasons as Louie though. He did however get go to highschool and his dad even helped fund Louie and his Nana to get Louie into the same highschool.

They were both very new to all of this, Olimar had 2 friends from when he was little that didn't really like Louie too much but he tried to keep them all together. Olimar was a charmer and easily gained a large friend group. Louie didn't really like all the social stuff so often just stayed quiet and went along with Olimar. He met Matilda at this time and, later down the line, got married.

He didn't like Tilly's gambling problem, for obvious reasons but they both worked together and managed to get Tilly the help she needed. Olimar's mother never came back into his life and he hopes it stays that way.

#au #pikmin #captain olimar #lore drop #Cw: mentions of abuse #Cw: mentions of addiction such as gambling #Cw: mentions of alcohol addiction

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bittyfromquotev · 5 months

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lmao a toxic “friend” of mine degraded me and gave me a decade of trauma. Lol imagine when people find out I’m autistic and she was treating an autistic child like utter garbage. One older than her in fact.

It would also be hilarious if my middle school “friends” found out about this. Hypocrites. We all adored the special needs kids and treated them with such kindness! Little did any of us know I’m autistic and therefore they outcasted an autistic person and treated them (me) like a child murderer.

@leothebird you know what I’m talkin bout lol

#q is dead #rant #cw: mentions of abuse #toxic friends #trauma #complex ptsd #actually autistic #autistic things #autism #actually ptsd #actually cptsd #from the bitty jar

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whatdoyoumeanitsnotcanon · 1 year

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A companion fic that was born from my Primal list.

"But that’s the thing about fantasies, right? The real deal will never measure up..."

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x GN!Reader Word Count: 768

He wasn’t emotionless. Far from it, actually. And he wasn’t as stoic as everyone thought he was, either. That's what he told himself.

But when you wear a mask—literally—and hide the deeper parts of yourself, it was easy for people to make assumptions and for the most part, Simon allowed it. Made for some good comedy.

The drawback to that, however, was that even he could get lost in conjecture. “You think too much,” he heard his brother’s words echo, the playful ribbing of siblings (after a fist fight no less), “Too fucking much and that’s all you’ll ever be fucking good for. Thinking.” And his father, with alcohol on his breath and misery coating his entire being, set everything ablaze again. His mother, with tired eyes, tired, thin, and worn hands, and the weight of the world on her shoulders, would do her best to comfort him with words and hugs hollow and meaningless when set against the backdrop of a decaying home.

And maybe that’s what kept him from going too far when he finally snapped and released every single thread of resentment and anger onto his father: thinking.

And perhaps it’s that same thinking that’s always kept him from living in the moment.

But you were too busy with your heads in the clouds to notice it. Good. It gave him more than one opportunity to look you over when you weren’t looking, when you were preoccupied with fantasizing over the Simon in your head and doing fuck all to reconcile him with reality. With Ghost.

But that’s the thing about fantasies, right? The real deal will never measure up.

Simon knows this from experience. He felt that way about relationships (like he’s had some fucking meaningful ones). And sex. Once. But he’s had too many partners, not enough orgasms, and the comfort of his own hand to know that the fantasy of it all dies a terrible, fiery death. And so it was quick encounters and one night stands, enough to sate the itch and chase the high, and then it was back to business as usual. He couldn’t tell you their names or remember their faces if he tried—not like he didn’t.

But you were different. And you weren’t. Somehow. You had a way of seizing without having to do much at all. It intrigued him, honestly. He’d been the recipient of enough secretive glances to pick up the signs but here you were, with your head in the clouds, giving him the most blatant ‘come fuck me’ stare this side of the fucking Channel. Fucking hell. And it’s not like he couldn’t ignore it. Well, he could, but then he’d never hear the fucking end of it from Soap and Simon didn’t really have the energy to punch him. Not this time.

But yeah, back to you.

Simon should be snorting right now. Snorting and ignoring the way you’re staring at him. But instead he’s staring at you. Analyzing your body language. Thinking too fucking much—that old pathetic git can burn in hell—and not living in the moment. And he wonders what his brother would think, toothy grin and all, and maybe that’s why he’s happily settled and enjoying his life beyond belief, the shadow of their father long dispelled.

Fuck.

But maybe it’s not so bad, not thinking as much. Living in the moment. Maybe it’s not so bad, having your eyes on him with your head in the clouds. But maybes could be dangerous; maybes were risks, ones where life and death made all the difference and there were some risks that Simon truly wondered if he could take.

And really, what the fuck happened to him that he’s over here contemplating fucking rather than just doing it. What the fuck? Is it… you? Or maybe he’s become too entrenched in his mask and the shadow of his father’s words has loomed so fucking long that they’ve become integral to his very person.

If it’s the latter then fuck you, Dad.

So sure, he’ll continue to stare in the meantime. And size you up. And maybe reciprocate your interest. And if you cross that bridge and make a move, a nice shag could do you both some good. And then you’ll finally see that the Simon of your fantasies doesn’t quite match Simon—Ghost—in reality. And they will die a terrible, fiery death. And the cycle of meaningless fucks and relationships will continue.

Perhaps that’s a risk he was willing to take. This time. Fuck if he knew.

He’ll deal with the consequences later.

#simon 'ghost' riley #simon 'ghost' riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty #cw: mentions of abuse #cw: mentions of alcohol consumption #just a head's up: this is an amalgamation of reboot!ghost and og!ghost's childhood.#just ghostly things.

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𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

note: I'm expanding on what I call my Just Be series (which started with König/Just Kingly Things) and what better way to do that than to do one for Babygurl? heads up, this list touches on some sensitive subjects, too. hope y'all enjoy it!

Ghost vividly remembers his father’s words, spurred by misery and an alcoholic rage. He remembers the times when the wretched bastard would tell him that he was unlovable and would amount to absolutely nothing. And surprise, surprise, Simon believes believed this.

He remembers his mother’s smile, strained and… and lifeless. He can count on one hand the number of times it reached her eyes. It was never around his father.

Simon also thinks of his brother, anxiety and tension fueling their fights; they fought each other because they couldn’t fight anyone else. Not the ones they wanted to fight, that is.

Ghost remembers the day when he took matters into his own hands and stood up to their father. He remembers the abject fear in the miserable fuck’s eyes and finally—

He remembers the hopeful smile his mother gave him later. He remembers seeing the tension and stress literally leave his brother’s body.

Even if he didn’t show it often, Simon was damn proud to see his family’s life turn around for the better. Simon remembers his brother pledging his life and love to new his sister-in-law. He remembers swallowing a bitter pill to support him and the singular thought running through his mind the entire time: ‘Where’s my happiness?’

And despite his upbringing, Ghost is very much a marriage-minded individual (to his surprise). You’d be forgiven for thinking otherwise because he keeps to himself.

A relationship with Simon is best described as a slow burn. Your attraction to him would be more apparent than his desire for you. Simon would be extremely hesitant in the beginning to pursue you for a plethora of reasons, the main one being a hidden fear that he’ll turn out like his father. He internalized every single thing the miserable shit told him. A close second one is, well, his profession. He figures that not many people can stomach the things he’s seen and done. Gotta have a certain strength of will to deal with everything that comes with him. You have to have patience as well.

You’re up for the challenge but Simon is still skeptical hence why your relationship with him will develop fairly slowly. Funnily enough, Soap will be your wingman and biggest supporter because the way he sees it, Ghost is just as deserving of love and happiness as the next person even if he thinks he isn’t.

And yeah, Ghost can give credit where it’s due. There are a lot of things he’s learned about himself thanks to you.

For starters, he’s learned that he’s a much more territorial person than he thought. Simon remembers the way his father would do his damnedest to hoard his mother’s attention and he does his best not to do that with you.

It’s hard to make him laugh but he always finds the sides of his mouth quirking whenever you tell a shitty joke. From anyone else, he wouldn’t be impressed but you… yeah. Offbeat humor suits you. It doesn’t hurt to chuckle after all.

When you first called him handsome, something new, something different aside from all the bullshit insults hurled at him or Ghost or Simon, he was immediately on edge if only because he’d never felt so… flattered before. Yeah, that’ll take some getting used to but he’d be a fucking liar if he didn’t think your compliments made his day. Or that he feels some type of way when you compliment someone else.

You two can agree to disagree. Civilly, might I add, and without the theatrics. What better way to pacify a mean fuck than to agree with everything they said, even when it was loud and wrong? Simon’s glad to not have to walk on eggshells, to realize that there can be peace even in the midst of conflict.

He can never forget the joy in your eyes that day when you two crossed that bridge and made your relationship official (“About damn time, Lt.” “Shut up, Johnny.”). You’re practically glowing and he allows himself to feel, to believe that he’s everything his father said he’d never be. You hug him tightly and yeah, Simon figures he’ll be just fine.

Your smile reaches your eyes and he thinks he’s found his happiness after all.

Just Ghostly things, amirite?

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #call of duty warzone #call of duty x reader #task force 141 #just ghostly things.#cw: mentions of abuse #cw: mentions of alcoholism #cutie 𝓠.#request fill.

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