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softquietsteadylove · 1 year

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Your latest one with the actor au gave me an idea!

On set there is suddenly a loud and very heated discussion between Gil and the director. Gil refuses to do a very heavy and dangerous stunt because he has done it only once and the result back then was a broken back (you can choose a different heavy injury if you want). He doesn’t want to do this or have it done by any other person because of the risks and danger. He tries to explain it politely but The director is stubborn, he wants this stunt in his movie and loosing his patience just yells at him very loudly that he is fired. Everyone on set is stunned and there is this heavy silence when Gil accepts it and walks away.

Everybody on set except the director knows what’s coming next when they see Thena

Let’s see what you will do because the drama will be real here 😁love your work!!❤️

"I said no!"

Thena's - and plenty of others' - head shot up as the small disagreement escalated into a full shouting match. She knew that they were discussing the upcoming stunts--one in particular that was more risky than the others.

"I don't remember giving you that choice!"

Thena set down her script and stood from her chair, walking slowly and steadily towards the commotion. She looked like a lioness, prowling closer and closer to her unsuspecting prey.

"The stunt is too risky," Gil continued to argue, waving his hand in the direction of the rig needed to even attempt it. "I've seen people completely paralysed by this. I've broken my back from it before myself! It's not worth it!"

"How long ago was that?!--a fuckin' decade?" The director freely scoffed at Gil, script in hand, all but laughing off his concerns. "Nothing will go wrong! And that's what doubles and insurance are for, aren't they?!"

"No," Gil continued, though, not to be swayed from it. "I'm not doing the stunt, and I won't let anyone from union do it for me either. The risk is too big. There are other stunts--other ways we can film it!"

"How 'bout you stop being a fuckin' pussy and do you fuckin' job!"

Gil, usually so soft spoken and sweet natured, didn't back down. He slapped away the director's hand pointing in his face and stood up straighter. His chest was fuller, shoulders wider, arms thicker; he couldn't be physically intimidated. "The answer is no."

"Then you're fired!"

Silence burst up into the ceiling and descended over the studio. Heads turned to look around, seeing what the general consensus was. Not that anyone could argue with the director without fear for their own job security.

Gil looked the director up and down, but seeing that he was facing down enough volatility already, he nodded, stepping back and holding up his hands. "Y'know what?--fine."

"No."

Gil blinked as Thena walked onto the soundstage and past him, her hair flowing behind her from her stride. He tried to reach out to catch her shoulder, "Thena, it's-"

"How dare you," she glared, setting her eyes on the director, who at least had the survival instinct to take a step back at her approach. He was quick to pull on his pride, again, but Thena held her ground. "How fucking dare you."

"Thena, this is between me and the big guy, so why don't you-"

"Don't bark orders at me!" she snapped. "Gilgamesh just told you that the stunt is too dangerous for anyone to be attempting, and your response is to say fuck it?"

"Look, Thena-"

"I am speaking!" she snarled at him, letting her voice reach a level she only really used when filming. But she was way too angry to stop now. "You do not ever speak to him like that! You owe half this film entirely to Gil's guidance and expertise and you know it! And your thanks is to try and deliberately endanger him?!"

The director barely got his mouth open.

"Don't!" Thena barked at him again, taking a few steps even further and backing him away from her. She lowered her voice, but let her anger double, "you let him walk away from this I go with him. And you will never see me again so long as you work in this industry."

"Thena," Gil attempted yet again to pull her back. They were the talent, yes, with a certain amount of leeway--rules bending for them this way and that. But their director wasn't exactly a small name in the industry either, and he could only imagine the impact on her career this kind of dispute could have.

"Never again." She meant it. And she had worked enough--technically speaking, she could probably retire if she wanted. Move her and Sprite out of their massive hollywood house and into a nice little place just the two of them.

The director stared at her, trying to discern how much of it was just big talk and how much of it she meant. He saw no wavering, though. He crossed his arms with a huff. "Fine."

"Louder."

"Thena, it's okay," Gil finally came up behind her, trailing his hand ever so lightly down her arm. She had saved their jobs, but if she endeavoured to further humiliate the guy Gil could see them getting both getting blacklisted as difficult to work with. "Look, we'll talk about it more, okay? But let's just...call it. Just for now."

The director, who certainly was not going to back down with the entire crew now watching the interaction, huffed. Although he at least had the sense to keep quiet.

Thena took one more look at the director she now officially had a record low opinion of before letting Gil pull her away. "Fine."

Gil was gentle about it, but wasted no time in getting Thena out of the director's face before she could say something that would get everyone in the room thrown off the lot. He didn't risk even looking back until he had pulled her into their dark little corner with their chairs set up next to each other.

"The nerve of him," she growled to herself as they finally came to a stop. She was still glaring back at the set, where the director was saying to take down the stunt rigging as if nothing at all had happened.

"I know, I know," Gil placated as he attempted to pull her to sit in her chair. She threw herself into it, scraping the folding legs of it on the concrete floor below them.

"Directors," she rolled her eyes at the very title, "half of them aren't even worth the title. And every time I work with him, he's always acting like directing action is some revolutionary thing. And you've done half of his work for him in this! And-"

"Thena," Gil cut her off, waiting until she was looking at him to smile, taking her hand in his. "Thanks for coming to my rescue."

Thena tightened her hand against his, her smile genuine but her brows still knitted together. "Of course, Gil, I...I couldn't do any of this without you."

"Hey, yes you could," he said gently, nudging her in an attempt to pull her out of her contentious mood.

She sighed, letting at least some of her tension leak out of her. "Perhaps--but I wouldn't want to, is the point."

Gil looked down at their hands, sitting on the armrests of their chairs, pushed together completely. He leaned his head down, "I probably wouldn't have let him fire me. But I wasn't about to argue with him over it right here and now."

Thena puffed through her nose, her head also hovering close to his, "well, I was quite happy to. And I wouldn't have let him fire you even if I hadn't been here when it was happening."

Gil grinned (almost flirtatiously). "Ooh, I have the Goddess of War protecting me."

"Well," she pursed her lips (almost flirting back). "Even big, strong action heroes need protecting sometimes."

Gil chuckled, tapping the tip of his nose against the tip of hers, "I'm a lucky guy, I guess."

#Thenamesh Actors AU #they're canoodling your honour!#they're acting all flirty and close right in front of my salad!#but also like #as if Thena would let them fire him #actors don't always have this kind of pull #but not only are they both the leads in this #but she's decided she can finally throw her weight around #if it's for this--for Gil #she practically doesn't sign on to projects if they're not doing them together anymore #not to be transparent or anything #and yeah the crew could have seen this coming #because no one gets on their bad side without the other coming to their defense #Thena and Gil sitting over her with their little butterfly kisses and hand holding #sooooooooo platonically

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ezcatart · 6 months

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moved to yiik world (new jersey) right at the start of winter so i must draw summery fanart to cope. iv give us the beach episode we deserve PLEASE

#yiik #yiik: a postmodern rpg #rory mancer #michael k #michael kucinski #sooooooooo is there a tag for these 2 or what.#verrabear #< this one should catch on methinks. let's get it trending yaoi fans #digital art #fanart #artists on tumblr #ezcatart #this can be platonic though if youre not about them like that #michrory

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punkeropercyjackson · 5 months

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"You'll never make me leave,i'll wear this on my sleeve,give me a reason to believe" is so Katara and Zuko to Aang-coded

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baylardo · 1 year

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me 10 seconds ago: whining

christie golden: WATCH THIS-

#THATS SOOOOOOOOO PLATONIC HAHAHA #SHUT UUUUUUUUUUUP #Booklard #The Farther Shore

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selfrinsert · 3 months

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HALEYYYY *one thousand heart and rainbow and flower emojis*

#rambles #I’ve been getting more hearts with her and I still love her character arc sooooooooo much #she’s my fav bachelor(ette) I can’t deny #I thinkkkk I’m gonna make her and Seb different AUs for romancing them instead of polyamory #just cause I can’t see the two being romantic with each other and I just prefer my poly ships to love each other too hehe #ALSO even though I’ve romanced Leah Alex and I think Abigail…..I think in my s/i universes I’ll just remain platonic with them #Haley and Seb just hit different for me 😭💗#sooooo funny how the two could not be more opposite though LMAO I have no type

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mummer · 7 months

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yes im an adult yes time of the doctor just made me cry. that’s allowed

#is it ‘good’ well er #are there four or five moments that make me want to kms from sadness. yes #the constant motif of the Child wrt 11 is so. Whenever 11 is around a child… god #11 comforting abused or neglected children is platonic ideal 11 i WILL sob and throw up #and for him to be childlike and die of old age is like. Well maybe it’s on the NOSE but there is something POIGNANT okay #the walls plastered in childrens drawings. is sooooooooo fucking insane #BARNABY WAITING. OUUUUGHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!#doc who #also like. matt’s just real good in this innit #he’s SOUL crushingly good

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celestial-sapphicss · 1 year

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fuck romance. where is my Cake? where is my childhood bestie who would fall into muddy water for me so that i wouldn't be the only one who fell. WHERE?

#my only 12%#help im so emotional over CakeEiw #cake is sooooooooo sunshine boy #it is so easy to like him #and so is eiw #im only on ep4 and i want. a. best friend. like cake. like right now.#where is my platonic soulmate #vi.txt

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jeonqkooks · 1 year

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Do whatever your heart tells you

that was so fast, that post was up for less than a minute i think asdfkgjk. thank you 🥺 i'll sprinkle some love onto my other babies that haven't experienced the spotlight in a while <3

#i was gonna make a long rambling post about this but i might just do it in the tags here #so i was reading a really nice feedback for strictly platonic this morning and ofc i went back to quickly reread the fic #i had a good time writing SP. like my creative juices were just flowing so naturally without me trying to force myself to write #altho there was a period after the fic was released where i genuinely disliked it so much that i cringed every time i saw it in my notifs-#but we're not gonna talk about that bc i overcame my SP hatred and i like it now lmao 💀#ANYWAY! i think SP was the fic that kinda helped me develop a 'style' ?? which i felt so good about #and then i subsequently lost it bc for some reason i started comparing myself to every single writer i came across lmao #so i have a profound discontentment with all of my writing from august to at least december and maybe even now #so idk i guess i've been trying to find that 'style' again #that certain je ne sais quois (i deserve to be punched just for saying this 💀)#and i think i'll have to look beyond obs for that bc i've been focused on just obs for last few months so everything feels like it's just-#blending together #like i had a relatively pleasant time writing obs4 and it's not the same #idk this doesn't even make sense 💀 and it sounds v dramatic and i'm sorry that i'm a dramatic person when i'm left to my own devices 💀#sooooooooo yah idk #anon #answered

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scare-ard--sleigh · 1 year

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okay so art gallery date thoughts are that j is my boy obvs but WHAT is he doing here. it's interesting. he's so out of place.

damian and Joseph are obviously not close;;; I, in fact, spent this date getting the vibe that damian hates joseph, which does make sense bc damian is so close with Mary.

hugo being surprised thay joseph would paint boats means that not only does he not know that joseph HAS a boat, he's never been in joseph's fucking living room?????

Damian and Hugo are clearly closer to each other than joseph and either of them so who invited him lmao was this a fucking double date or something.

EDIT: one of the last things that's said is "see you around!" and joseph responding with "you will whether you like it or not--we're neighbors!" like????? was that sass??? did he like run into them and talk about going to the art walk himself and find out they were going and got A Vibe when they said "oh i guess we'll see you there then?" ???? (which means that joseph was planning on going to the art walk on his own, which is um. sooooo fucking sad????)

#dream daddyblogging #look yes obviously he's not a saint etc etc etc but j really has No One. this is why i just can't believe that he's ~evil~ inside #he's a very very lonely man. he doesn't seem to have one adult companion (platonic or otherwise) that he can be real with :(#and that's sooooooooo fucking sad!!! oh my god !!!! poor dude is lying to everyone and desperately trying to be the funniest person #in the room at all hours to keep people from finding out how god damn miserable he is #SHUT UP THAT'S SO SAD OKAY HE IS MY POOR LITTLE MEOW MEOW ALRIGHT.#the christiansen mess #for these tags bc holy FUCK .

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sparky-is-spiders · 6 months

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Thinking about Amaldyne and Eityr’s Thing like. Prickly and independent Eityr who gives herself up for Amaldyne and her cause. Unquestionably the follwer but she does it because she’s so fucking lonely. She’s so lonely and Amaldyne is the only person who can stand her and they’re the only people who can understand each other beacuse they’ve both become so warped together that they fit perfectly with each other and nowhere else. Even when Amaldyne blames Eityr for things that weren’t her fault or treats her like a loose canon that Amaldyne has to leash Eityr stays because if things are her fault then they were her choice too. She wants that sense of control more than she wants actual control and Amaldyne is willing to give it.

#hnnnngh they make me CRAZY #i’m not totally sure if this specific dynamic is where i want to take these two but it’s interesting to think about for sure #they love each other SO MUCH and it’s SO bad for them <3<3<3<3 #amaldyne forges deep (not necessarily good or even friendly) connections with every other main character #but her bond with eityr is something i want to be the heart of the characters and their stories #god. frothing at the mouth thinking about Them…#the lizard crew #eityr #eityr reksha #amaldyne #amaldyne rotwing #eityr&amaldyne #<- if you want more of them being Wretched Platonic Soulmates (TM) this is their tag #they’re sooooo codependent and sooooooooo bad for each other they mean everything to me

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lovphobic · 1 year

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damn are u me bc SAME (unfortunately)) and it's kinda eating me alive bc one of them has this super awesome bf that really cares about her and is putting in the effort to show it and yeah I'm happy for her bc she deserves the world but also I sometimes think about how I've always been alone and haven't even kissed yet and I'm like. am i not pretty or interesting enough for someone to put effort in?? and i feel bad about feeling envious lol but it's ok

FORREAAAALLLLL like god i love my friends i am happy for them but after having two like supremely toxic relationships its just like. well when will it be my fucking turn huh. and i FEEL u on the kiss thing bc neither have i <3 and ive definitely been pitied for it too.. YAY.

but like. ok maybe this is toxic maybe not but. i think being envious is ok? just as long as its kept in check. like you dont Ruin your friendship over the envy. is that toxic am i cancelled.

#like on one hand i am SOOOOOOOOO sick of seeing u guys be happy but also like. i keep that shit inside i dont take it out on anyone bc its #immature and childish and wrong. but my feelings are something i cant control yk? and on the other hand its like FUUUUUUUUCK YES I AM SO #HAPPY THAT U ARE HAPPY YESSSSSSSS TELL ME EVERYTHING!! and its just a very weird war for me to be waging. by myself. in my mind palace #like. my second gf wasnt great to me. my recent ex was DEFINITELY not good to me. the weird fling i had w a guy last year when i had an #identity crisis left me feeling used (if u know. well. u know.) so its like. am i just not fucking deserving ? am i not deserving of #something nice that feels like coming home? that reminds me i didnt even get to have closure on my last crush bc it was fucking spearheaded #by my fucking ex and well THEYRE still friends go fucking figure fuck you guys #like the last time i truly felt loved was back in 2019. im so serious. like. i know im loved platonically sure. thats great and i love you #guys too. but this cant sustain me. im getting lonely and im getting bitter and i dont have anyone to blame. like. not even myself. which #SUCKS. it SO SUCKS. like . i dont know. i want something real before i die. i dont have a lifespan like you guys. my condition will #literally probably kill me. and like. im gonna die not knowing true love. thats where im at. thats kinda what im reminded of seeing all my #friends this happy. because they live normal lives. i dont even feel like i Deserve love but i want it so bad #did you know my ex when we like first started dating was like what am i gonna do when you die. what would i tell the kids. like you just #fucking say that to someone you love? you make the fact that their disability will likely kill them into a problem YOU have to face?#do you see what i mean. i just want to feel wanted. without conditions #snail mail #lol i made myself cry. im so hot hot girl summer (chokes)

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theautisticwriter · 4 months

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Love Letters: Yandere! Hazbin Hotel characters X G/N Reader

Characters- Charlie Morningstar, Vaggie, Alastor, Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty, Sir Pentious, Lucifer Morningstar, Vox

Show- Hazbin Hotel

Genre- yandere, romantic

Summary- Mini love letters from your not so secret stalkers admirers!

Warnings- yandere themes, swearing, stalking, virtual stalking, threats, unwanted attention, delusional characters, mentions of planned kidnapping, pet names

Word count- 1.7k

Extra notes- Alastor’s part is platonic, he’s platonically in love with you!

key: n/n = nickname, y/n = your name, g/n = gender neutral

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Hi N/n!

Oh my gosh, it’s been so long since i’ve sent you a letter! I’m so sorry! The hotel has been sooooooooo busy! But don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about you, how could I? You’re all I think about!

I’m excited to tell you i’ve been decorating your room at the hotel! Of course, when you come here you can redecorate if you wish to! Whatever makes you the happiest sweetie! Or, you could even share my room!

I can’t wait to come get you, I really do think you’ll like it here. We’ve all worked so hard to make this place as welcoming as possible, and you’ll warm up to the other residents and staff after a little bit of time! They can be a bit much at the beginning, but don’t worry your pretty little head, I wouldn’t put you in danger. The hotel is super safe, especially now that my dad is helping too!

Please write back, at least once? You haven’t responded to any of my letters, and Razzle told me you kept throwing them out ☹. Unless you use your trash can as extra storage, I’m not sure why all my letters keep ending up there!

Nevertheless, I’ll retrieve all the letters when you move in, and we can look through them together and reminisce about our adorable beginnings.

Yours truly,

Charlie Morningstar!! ༘⋆-ˋˏ

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Dear Y/n,

I understand that these letters started to freak you out, and that’s why I haven’t sent any in a while, but I felt like I needed to continue writing to you. It’s our only way of communication right now, so until you move into the hotel, this will have to do.

It’s hard to write down my feelings for you, I can’t ever seem to find the right words which must be why you didn’t understand that these are love letters. I’m not some creepy guy trying to kidnap you, I love you and want to finally bring you home as soon as possible.

Charlie is still working out the details of your stay, but she’ll be finished soon, I promise. Would you like your own room or to share mine? If you write back, we could discuss your personal preference towards the rooming situation?

You’ll get used to this, to us, soon enough. I have no ill intent towards you, I’m the only person in this shithole that actually cares about you and your safety. I can keep you safe, I can, I will.

I’ll see you soon, y/n.

Stay safe,

Vaggie

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Salutations, Dearest!

Aren’t letters just marvellous? Texting and calling is merely a phase, the “old fashioned way” as sinners call it, is the only correct way. It shows effort, thought and has a charm to it that this technology nonsense lacks immensely.

You’ll be with me soon, and once you are we’ll get rid of all your electronic devices. Radio will be enough to keep you entertained, I assure you my dear. It would be such a treat if you tuned into one of my broadcasts, since you are the only viewer I wish to listen. You could listen to me, whilst I watch you, how splendid!

As much as this hazbin hotel is doomed to fail, I do believe it is a safe residency for us to stay at for the time being. Your current accommodation is far too lacking in the security department, from personal experience, I can confirm it is quite easy to get inside. Of course, I can get anywhere you are no matter what you or anyone else tries to do, but I didn’t even have to try! That’s no good, now is it?

Don’t fret, my dear. All will be well once you’re under my official protection and guidance. Nothing will get in our way, you have my word.

The radio demon,

A̰̠̼͚̗̫̳ͥ͐̆̃̄͑̊̈̕͝l̳̤̲͗͆ą̺̝̺͚̔̔̄ş̴̠͓̞̹̀͋ͯ̀ͣͫ_̧̩t̺͈ͩ̎͒͒ͅơ̵̢̧̫͇̦̫͇̟̰̯̞̝̻͇͍̯̩͕̌ͪ̀͋ͧ͗̏ͥͥ̇ͦͯ͗̀ͫ̏̽̈̚͡͞r

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Hey, n/n!

You deleted all your socials, what gives?? You’re making me write letters now? I mean, i’m not against letters, they’re real romantic and shit, but dming you was so much easier babe. Was some fucker harassing you? I’ll torture the shit out of them, just give me a name toots.

Anyways, it’s not like it really matters, letters and texting, we’ll be SPEAKING in person pretty soon ;) I can’t wait to see that gorgeous face right in front of my (equally gorgeous) face. This face makes money baby, money that I can drown you in. Whatever you want, i’ve got you covered. Isn’t that exciting? Something to look forward to for you, besides living with me, which is a huge upgrade from your shitty house right now

Fat nuggets (our pet pig btw) can’t wait to meet you! He’s real cuddly, as am I, so don’t ever worry about feeling lonely with us here. Our room is filled with soft fluffy crap, all yours for the taking!

I’ll see you soon cutie,

Your Angel Dust 𓆩♡𓆪

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To Y/n,

This is a fucking hassle, writing letters, you know that? You need to quit whining and come down to this shitty hotel before I come bring you here myself. It’s not so bad here, once you get used to it. And the people are fucking annoying, but they mean well. Unlike those dicks you hang around with, I don’t trust them, and trust me, I can spot a prick with my eyes closed.

I’ve rented you a room in the hotel, next door to mine. I paid with my own fucking money, which I earned at this stupid bar, so be grateful. I could of bought a lot of booze with that cash, but I saved it up for you. Niffty cleaned it real nice for you, so stop taking so long. You have two more days before I start moving your shit.

Hate me all you want, it’s for your own good. People don’t often realise what they need, but I’m a bartender, I know people more than they think. And I know you more than anyone else.

Two days, y/n.

Regards,

Husker 𑁤

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Hihi!!!!!!!!

It’s Niffty! You know that though, right? Nobody else is sending you letters right y/n??!?!! Tell me they aren’t, tell me i’m the only girl in hell who’s sending you love letters!! Alastor said it’s the most romantic thing to do for someone sweet like you, so if anyone else is that means they like you! >:(((

I like you n/n! I like you more than anyone else does, I pinky swear it!!

Your house needs a clean, I came in last night through your window and did your kitchen real good, but then you woke up and I had to go :(( Your room at the hotel is sooo super clean, because I clean it every 3 hours to make sure there’s no bugs. I eat them for you, don’t worry n/n.

It’s gonna be sooo fun when you move in with me, we’re gonna do so much together! I’ve made you a crown too!!

Niffty :DDD

P.S, I hope you like the ant I stuck to the envelope, I picked him just for you!

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My beloved Y/n,

It has been far too long since we last corresponded, my sincerest apologises. How are you? I hope the answer is well, but how could you be without your prince beside you? I am restless without you as i’m sure you are without me. I’ll fix this little problem, not to worry! I am worthy of your affections, I’ll prove it to you til the end of my afterlife. Which is infinite! Because I am very brave, and incredibly powerful!

My attempts to join the overlords are not going as planned, but once again, do not fear my love! In a few years we shall rule side by side! My minions are excited to meet you, they will guard you with their pathetic little lives and answer your every call! Unless you asked to leave, they won’t let you do that, but you wouldn’t ask that! You’ll be happy with me, right?

Right?

Please I needyouineedyouineedyou

Haha, ignore that scribble! The eggs pushed my arm whilst I was writing.

I’ll see you soon my dearest,

Yours forever,

Sir Pentious (your future husband and future overlord)

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My Y/n,

How are you doing sweetheart? I’m doing great, yes, totally, I’m always great! I’m the king of hell! What’s there to be depressed about? Everything Nothing at all, everything’s perfect my end! It would be much better with you by my side however, what do you think? I think so.

I can give you anything you want, do anything you want, be anything you want! I can give you everything, and you can give me, well, you! Your hand in unholy marriage, your smile. Anything you want to give me, I’ll adore.

Sorry, that’s awfully sappy isn’t it? Do you like that sort of thing? I hope so, I hope you’re feeling valued by my words and my letters. I haven’t gotten one back yet, which is totally okay! You’re probables super busy, and that’s okay! You can tell me everything you want to when I bring you to my palace (that’s where we will live, it’s big, and very expensive, i’m rich by the way)

Anywho, my daughter needs my help today at her little hotel, so I’ll send this to you before I go. Charlie will love you, and you’ll love her. And me

Forever and always yours,

Lucifer (I’m a king by the way :P)

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N/n,

This letter in itself is a sign of how much I care about you, because I do not write letters to people. Throwing out all your electronics and the cameras I put in your house hasn’t helped your little rebellion. I’ll just have to get you sooner than planned, which isn’t a problem for me. I was hoping to court you for longer, but you’ve pressed my buttons sweetheart.

You were very thorougher with your search for all the tech in your house, you got everything. Which i’ll give you credit babe, is impressive considering how much I put in there. Who knew you were so smart? It’s almost cute, if it wasn’t so hopeless.

I’m not sorry for what’s to come, my methods aren’t moral but, hey, who the fuck is moral down here? I am sorry for the emotional distress you’ll endure, but it must be done. You’ll get over it, i’ll make sure of it.

By the time this reaches you, I’ll be outside. Make sure you answer the door for me, kay?

𝕍𝕠𝕩

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cherry-shipping · 2 years

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beneath the mask ✩ chapter 12 ⬅ch.11

➠𝐌𝐃𝐍𝐈; 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓; 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ➠SIMON "GHOST" RILEY X AFAB!READER ➠CHAPTER TAGS | wc 3.5k ➠AUTHOR'S NOTE | i am sooooooooo sorry if this seems ooc for ghost. i wanted to write him acting more empathetic while also maintaining his cold demeanor. i think some people tend to write him one way or the other and so i tried to balance it a bit more to be realistic. but if this felt ooc for ghost im so sorry!! feedback is appreciated so i can improve upcoming chapters! <3

𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐜𝐨𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 ✩ 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

the startling realization that you were sleeping in simon’s room is what woke you up that following morning. you sat up in his bed, the covers falling away from your chest, and you noticed he was gone. it was strange how this was the second time you shared a bed—completely platonically—with him and he was m.i.a. come morning.

you tried not to think too deeply about it, not wanting to get your feelings hurt even more than they already were. you were able to put what had happened between the two of you in the back of your mind yesterday, squishing down his words that hurt you so badly.

you looked good in your dress. that’s all. m’sorry.

but that was yesterday. that was when he was the first face you saw after thinking you were about to be tortured. the face that rescued you. that was when he carried you back to base, his arms around you like a safety blanket. when he was the sense of security you desperately needed. when you felt like you needed him.

this morning, your mind was far clearer. you even realized how stupid you were to let simon be that person for you when johnny was right there.

you scurried from his room, still draped in his shirt, and made it back to your own. you told yourself you would visit the infirmary today, not for work, but to get yourself checked out. you weren’t hurt too badly, nothing that couldn’t heal with a little time. but still, you should really get checked over. and you were sure laswell or price would want to have a word with you about everything that happened.

before you even managed to shift through your thoughts, johnny was at your door.

“how’re ya feelin’?”

you grabbed your toiletries bag and spun to face to scot. “i’m okay.”

he gave you a once over. “are you sure?” he said a bit softer.

you gave him a gentle smile. “don’t worry, i’m just going to shower. then straight to the infirmary to get checked out.” you gave him a mock salute.

johnny shook his head as he followed you out your door and down the hall towards the showers. “no, not that.” you glanced at him. “well, no, of course i wanted to make sure you were gonna be seen by a medic, but i was referring to the… psychological side of things.”

you laughed at his phrasing. “i’ll be okay, johnny. seriously. i mean, i know what happened terrified me and hasn’t left my thoughts since, but i could be a lot worse.” you were trying to make light of the situation. and while johnny understood that all too well, he still wasn’t convinced you were truly back to normal just a day after your kidnapping.

you were taken a bit back. for once, soap didn’t seem to appreciate your humor. “and with ghost?”

you almost dropped your bag, stumbling in your steps. “w-what about him?”

“i saw him carrying you into base. the way ya clung to him. i just want t’make sure you’re okay.” his eyes trailed the shirt you were wearing—'swimming in' was more accurate—knowing it wasn't yours, but ghost's.

you sighed before spinning to face him. you wanted to make this very clear to soap: “he was the first person i saw. he was the one i saw close on my tail when i was trapped in that truck. he was the face who barged into that room after slaughtering men, pulling me out of that hole. i think i was just overwhelmed and felt like i needed him . y’know… a safety thing. but that has passed. i’m fine. fine .” soap raised a brow, not quite believing you. “nothing happened,” you said a bit bashful, noticing the way soap was staring at you like he thought more had gone down last night, and wearing ghost's shirt sure wasn't helping. “he just kept me company so i could fall asleep without thinking about…” your words trailed off. “point is, i appreciate you looking out for me, but i’m okay. i won’t let him…” a beat of silence passed as you looked for the words. “i won’t read things wrong again.” the sentence was a struggle to get out; like ash on your tongue.

you could see the concern on johnny’s face, so before he could protest and pry more, you slipped into the women’s showers so he couldn’t follow.

after showering and visiting the infirmary—-yes, you have been cleared—-you were making your way to price’s office. you assumed laswell would be there as well.

you adjusted your black shirt as you strolled the halls, careful to not move in any way that would hurt your sore ribs. you walked past the gym, peeking in to see if you could spot gaz, surprised he hadn’t come to see you yet, and you almost choked on your spit.

you spotted simon—- ghost—- across the room in workout gear, addressing a new recruit. you hadn’t recognized her but you knew there were new recruits coming in this week so you assumed her to be one of them.

you tried to pull your eyes away, but they were latched on to the tall brute and the shorter woman beside him. ghost hunched over slightly as he spoke to her and you saw her smile. her hand reached out and touched his arm softly and you felt your fists clench.

ghost wasn’t yours .

he was barely even your friend. he could flirt with whoever he wanted. it shouldn’t matter to you. and you knew you were overreacting. who's to say they were flirting? you hadn’t known ghost to be the best charmer, so why would he all of a sudden be cozying up to a woman he only just met?

soap’s words popped into your head: come to think of it. i don’t think i’ve known ghost to have hooked up with anyone since i’ve met the bastard.

all these rational thoughts and yet you ignored them. all you felt was a pang in your gut as you watched him instruct her, testing her skills, his hand lingering on her hip a bit too long. his eyes locked on hers.

you didn’t feel any tears welling—so that was an improvement—all you felt was disappointment. ghost was emotionally unavailable. he also explicitly said he didn’t want you. this fantasy you had of him in your head was purely that: a fantasy.

you had thought maybe he felt differently with the way his eyes traced your curves last night in the light of the bathroom. that maybe him letting you see him with his mask off was him letting you in. that he wanted to form some sort of relationship with you even if it was foreign to him.

but all of those thoughts went out the door. there were so many reasons why it would never work between the two of you. seeing him with that woman wasn’t what made you feel that way. all it did was remind you of the reality of your situation.

you sulked into price’s office, the smell of cigars filling your nose.

price’s warm greeting, his gentle smile, and his all-over fatherly presence set you back at ease.

when laswell entered, her soothing hand on your shoulder reminded you that you could live so fucking easily without ghost. you had a family here. and while you had hoped to let ghost become one of those people to you, it wasn’t the end of the world by any means if he didn’t.

a week had passed and you had resorted to pretending like anything private that ever happened between you and ghost had never occurred. you weren’t going to sulk over him any longer. you thought he was attractive. that was it. you hooked up once and it didn’t work out. you were an adult, you could move on.

you laughed animatedly at soap, grabbing his arm in your fit. ghost spotted you across the training room, your laughter floating over into his space, pissing him off.

he expected you to have wanted to talk to him after that night in his room. but you never did. you never sought him out. never came by to let him know everything at the infirmary checked out okay. granted, he never came after you either.

he got up when he saw you leaving and followed you out the door.

“iaso,” he called.

you stopped and spun to face him, smiling. “what’s up, lt.?”

ghost was a bit taken aback by your friendly demeanor. not that you weren’t a friendly person, but you were acting oddly like nothing ever happened. like ghost hadn’t pulled you into his arms a week ago, his chest pounding and his arms shaking as he held you.

“jus’ wanted to see if you were okay,” he said dumbly.

“all good. don’t worry, i’ve been cleared to be back to work.” you smiled then turned and walked away.

ghost had never been left so dumbfounded before. he cracked his knuckles in annoyance.

you seemed to be ignoring him.

whenever ghost entered a room you were in, you’d leave. he saw you linking arms with soap as you walked the halls, never meeting ghost’s eyes. he knew soap was visiting you in the infirmary on your breaks and he always seemed awkward when it came up between them. you even managed to get out of a poker session where ghost was present. you had stood up the second he walked into that room, calling it a night and tossing your cards in the middle of the table.

“she’s ignoring me,” ghost huffed as he shuffled through the dossiers on his desk. he was acting like he had any claim over you. like he had a right to your friendship.

“who?” soap asked. ghost looked up and glared at his friend. “i think you give yourself too much credit. she’s not ignoring you, lt. she’s just accepted your rejection and moved on with her life.”

“i didn’t reject her.”

soap rolled his eyes. “you really wanna go down that road?”

ghost mumbled in annoyance as he stared at the words on the paper before him.

“didn’t think you’d care, if i’m being honest.”

ghost glared at soap, waiting for him to elaborate since he clearly wanted to further this conversation.

“ her opinion of you ,” soap clarified. “you made it pretty clear you wanted nothing from her, so i just assumed that meant you wouldn’t be bothered by her ignoring you n’all.”

ghost tapped his pen on his desk. “so she is ignoring me, then.”

“i didn’t say that.”

ghost knew he couldn’t fight logistics with soap, with soap being… soap and all. “we have actual shit t’go over. important intel before we depart friday.”

soap slipped into the chair in front of ghost’s desk. “you started it.”

“i didn’t—- bloody hell ,” he grumbled rubbing his hand over his face. soap tried to hold back his smirk.

“y’know she’s coming with us,” soap said, referencing the mission soon to happen in the coming days based on the information the men had acquired from valeria.

“well aware,” ghost said flatly.

the idea of you being forced to be in ghost’s proximity tomorrow, knowing you couldn’t avoid it like you had been, made his chest swell slightly. he didn’t want to admit this to himself, but he wanted you to want him. desperately . and hearing soap talk about you, always seeing the two of you together, ghost felt like he was pushing you straight into his friend’s arms.

he should have been okay with that. whether he found you attractive or not, he shouldn’t have felt jealous when he saw you with soap. he’s found plenty of women attractive, and plenty of them were involved with someone else. that usually didn’t bother ghost at all. he was fine admiring pretty ladies knowing they would never be his. he didn’t want them to be his. so this resentment he was feeling towards soap was new to him.

he unclenched his fist.

“jus’ wanna make sure you’re gonna behave yourself,” soap chimed.

“christ, johnny. i’m not—”

soap cut him off. “i’m serious, lt. i know i don’t have this kind of authority, but she doesn’t deserve whatever it is that's going on inside your twisted head.” soap gestured widely at ghost, implying he was all sorts of messed up. “i’d die protecting her. and if it means i’d have to die in your clutches, then so be it.”

ghost refrained from rolling his eyes and soap’s dramatics. though, he did admire soap’s loyalty.

shifting the conversation away from you, ghost debriefed soap on prep for the coming mission, letting him know— almost —everything planned.

it was late when ghost spotted you. you didn’t see him as he stalked you around the bend of the hallway.

finally, you were alone. not linking arms with soap or laughing with gaz. you were alone as you walked through the halls of the barracks. if you had known ghost would have spotted you, you would have likely stayed in your room. but you had no idea the masked man was trailing behind you.

ghost hadn't been planning on talking to you, irate by the way you’ve been ignoring him, but when he saw you, his feet moved on their own accord. the hall lights flickered, creating an ominous glow. he surmised you were heading back to the infirmary even though he knew your shift was already over. maybe you forgot something?

and then one of ghost’s steps was a tad too loud because you looked over your shoulder and he watched as your eyes widened momentarily. you scrunched up your nose and faced forward, your pace increasing. “are you following me?”

“this is my quarters jus’ as much as it is yours,” he grunted.

you rolled your eyes. “well… it's plenty big enough. you could always go a different way.”

“still not talkin’ to me, then?”

you could sense him catching up and it made the hackles on your neck rise. “what’re you—”

“i know you’ve been ignoring me. don’t try t’lie your way outta this.”

you turned around and began to walk backward so you could face him when you spoke. “i’m not really in the mood to have this conversation right now.” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“well, good thing i wasn’t askin’.”

your mouth parted in surprise at his bluntness. you quickly spun on your heels, not wanting the emotions you had been shoving down for the past week to come back up. if you could just avoid him a little longer, you’d be able to move on. if he would only just—

in your nerves, you reached a dead end of one of the many barren halls. you were going to turn and scurry past him, not even wanting to grab your bag you left in the infirmary any longer, you just wanted to get away from him. but before you had the chance, ghost’s arms were on either side of your head, hands flat against the wall, caging you into his chest. your back was to him and your only view was the blank drywall. the corner he had you trapped in was dark and you figured even if you did spin to face the beast behind you, you wouldn’t be able to make much of him out. you hated that a swirl of arousal filled your stomach remembering him being this close to you in that tiny closet he shoved the two of you into all those weeks ago.

“ghost, i don’t wanna—”

“ simon ,” he said a little aggressively.

you gulped, his words grazing the edge of your neck as he spoke. you were quiet as you waited for him to say more. “you sure you’re ready to go back out on location?” he asked, referring to the upcoming mission you were going to be a part of.

“is that it? you’re worried i’m broken or some shit like that?” your words screamed irritation, but your voice sounded more hurt than angry. “that i don’t know my own limits and can’t decide when i’m good to be back? that i’ll slow you down? i told you i was cleared!” you knew you were inferring a lot from his one little sentence, but you wanted to be mad. to be angry at him.

“i didn’t say that.”

“no. but it’s what you meant.”

you heard ghost sigh and his hands dropped down to his side. you felt the warmth of his chest still behind you so you didn’t dare move to look at him.

“i know what it’s like t’lose everyone you love,” he started.

“what does that have to do with any—-?”

“would you jus’ shut up for one second n’ listen for once?”

you swallowed hard and nodded your head. he let out a breath. he knew he had snapped at you, but this was difficult for him. he wanted to get this out before he second-guessed himself and let you walk away forever.

“i lost my entire family to men a lot more evil than me. did everythin’ in my power to get revenge. so i know what it’s like to love and t’lose.”

“did it help?” you asked softly. “revenge?”

you could hear the tension in ghost’s words as he mumbled them behind you. the only reason he was able to answer this question was due to the fact that you were turned away from him. if you two had been looking into each other’s eyes… he didn’t think he’d have to ability to open up. “depends how ya look at it. that kind’a dedication to death—never stoppin’ till you feel blood on your hands—takes a toll on ya. i think it’s what made me so… unbearable. but the general doesn’t seem t’think so. made me a stronger soldier in shepherd’s eyes.”

you felt your breath waver as you listened.

“i wouldn’t have jus’ killed for them, i woulda died. it was years ago now that i was captured on duty. was tortured. buried alive. locked up. abused.” simon cleared his throat. “think it made me unwillin’ to let people in , as you would word it. i don’t know if i could survive another loss like that, like when i lost my mother and brother. s’not a feelin’ i ever plan on livin’ through again.”

“simon…”

“and you, ” he said a bit more potently. “you have been messin’ everythin’ up. when you n’ laswell were taken… it felt like when i saw my brother and his wife dead on their living room floor. the only thing i saw was red. i woulda done anything t’get you back. i couldn’t let this happen again. i couldn’t fail the people i cared about again.”

it pained you to know that simon placed all the blame on anything bad happening to those around him on himself. “laswell, too?” you said, but more as a question. you were purposefully trying to avoid the romantic ideation behind his words.

“no,” he said immediately, without a second thought. “course i wanted her back. but it didn’t feel the same as the way i wanted you.”

i wanted you . those words made your chest tighten.

“why are you telling me all this?” you finally asked after a lull.

“i jus’ wanted you t’know that i don’t mean t’hurt you. that maybe i needa try harder. and that… i’m sorry.”

you felt a single tear escape and slide down your cheek. you took a moment to steady your breathing, trying to reel in all of simon’s words.

when you spun to face him, unsure of what you’d find in his expression, you gasped. he was gone. you didn’t even hear him as he took off down the hall with your back still to him.

eventually, walking alone back to your room, you let the tears fall freely. you cried for simon’s past. for his losses. for your own losses. for the strange sense of love you felt radiating off of him as he told you he’d move the world just to get you back safely. for the stupid feelings you had brewing in your chest. for the way you couldn’t decide if you wanted him to wrap his arms around you or if you wanted to hold him as he told you more.

simon felt like he couldn’t let someone else in. that he wouldn’t survive it. but you wouldn’t leave him if he did. and you needed to tell him that. you needed to show him that he might be a bit broken, lost from his path, but you’d help him find the light again, as cheesy as that sounded. you would show him how beautiful it was to love even after losing so much. that it was possible. he deserved to be loved. he deserved to be happy. he wasn’t some emotionless robot, no matter what the army thought of him. and you wanted to help him realize that.

chapter 13 ➡

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