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dragonsbluee · 1 month

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So I've recently been re-reading TCF And chapter 196 is such an excellent example of how Cale interacts with the people around him, how he views himself and how they view him. This is also at the point in the novel where he hasn't really accepted that he is Cale now, not KRS, because he doesn't feel like he can.

So anyway, we start the chapter seeing the people of Rain City react to Cale's shield and they say something important!

"Won't he faint is he uses such a large shield? Why doesn't he just activate it when the northern bastards come?" "Can't you tell? He doesn't want to see us or the territory getting hurt at all."

At first, I thought this was just the regular drama of people reacting to Cale, but then Choi Han, the kids, and Ron tell him he's being ridiculous, and I realize the townsfolk are right.

The Wyvern Battle is only the 2nd or 3rd major battle Cale has been in so far but only as Cale. As KRS, he's done this before, and having read later chapters, we know Cale holds so much guilt over those battles and how he wanted to keep those he cared for away from it all but couldn't. After all, record only gives him information to guide them and make plans; he often couldn't physically protect them. How many times has he defended a shelter or teammates and wished he could have just covered them all with a shield instead of giving commands from the back? We know how guilty he feels over Choi Jung Soo and Lee Soo Hyuk's deaths.

He knows he doesn't have to keep it up, and he's the one who spreads a rumour that it's taking all of his energy, but he's already considering himself a "bad person" for taking military command and only giving orders. (except that's what it means to take military command?) There is absolutely another motive for keeping the shield around the city. Cale wants the opposing forces to view him as weakened, or he doesn't want people to think his power is as strong as it is. However, at the same time, he's absolutely protecting them because, just like the townsperson says, he doesn't want to see any of them get hurt by an attack he could have blocked.

Cale is doing what he can to undermine himself while claiming he's going to make everyone else the hero of this battle, but he won't drop the shield, which means no one can disregard or forget his involvement. It's not intentional! He's just literally made himself the first line of defense as a direct parallel to every time he was the last line as KRS. He wants to stay at the back, he does not plan to get involved unless he has to, but Cale won't let himself stay out of it. So the shield goes up and stays for multiple days.

Meanwhile, all Choi Han, Ron and the kids see is Cale surrounded by paperwork (because taking command of the entire Northeast is a lot of work), keeping a shield up that's known to make him cough up blood (they don't know about it getting stronger or the vitality of heart), and only sleeping 1 to 2 hours a night (thank you crybaby), so they assume it's a combination of work and concentration to keep the shield up. As usual, they're worried and frustrated at Cale's self-sacrificing tendencies.

We haven't even gotten to the actual battle yet, but this is such a great setup of how it's going to go and how the novel goes.

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atsuwumus · 2 months

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𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 unrequited love with Xavier. Stolen glances between missions where space is deliberately put between you two, the unnoticed clench of his fists to keep himself grounded, to keep him from reaching out for you and reeling you away from trouble like he often did. Just thinking about the countless times he pretended to be asleep at his desk just to hear the sound of your voice chatting away with your colleagues, the collection of sticky notes he keeps in his drawer of things you've talked about, things you need, things you love... He's collected so many memories of you that he's not part of, moments captured in his mind, to be kept there and locked away in the dark corner of his mind because he knows the moment he lets them go his heart will betray him. Just thinking about the way his eyes light up like a cassanova of colors whenever he sees you, only for a black hole to swallow it all up when he realizes he'll never be on the receiving end of that. Just thinking about his heart shelters behind his ribs for centuries to come, because yours doesn't beat in tandem with his.

#my heart hurts why do I do this to myself #xavier angst #xavier x reader #xavier x you #xavier x y/n #xavier headcanons #xavier drabbles #xavier #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace headcanons #love and deepspace angst #love and deepspace fic #love and deepspace drabbles #xavier love and deepspace #l&ds x reader #l&ds #lads xavier #lads x reader

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myymi · 2 months

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“Sonic!” The mentioned hedgehog’s ear twitched at the call of his name, a single eye opening so he could look for who was calling for him.

It was Tails. The small fox was running towards him, a smile on his muzzle that Sonic could see clearly from his spot in the tree.

With a smile of his own forming, the teen hopped down from his perch. He stretched his arms up above his head as he watched the kit run up to him.

“Ms. Amy helped me make you something!” Tails’ smile was just about as wide as it could be as he came to a stop before the hedgehog, cupping his paws behind his back. The older couldn't help but chuckle at him, raising a brow once he noticed the batter-like substance that clung to the fur on his cheek.

He had a pretty good idea what that something is.

“Yeah?” Sonic asked softly, taking the kit’s chin in his paw to look at the batter. He licked his thumb before running it over the younger’s cheek, wiping away the batter. It smelled like chocolate.

Tails’ face scrunched up at the action, grimacing at the wet feeling running over his cheek. When the hedgehog was finished he wiggled out of his hold, using the back of his paw to wipe his cheek.

Sonic snorted as he wiped his paw on his leg, “Would that something happen to be a cake of some sort, buddy?”

“It's a surprise, Sonic!” Tails reminded, crossing his arms with a pout. The teen shook his head before raising his paws defensively–he's learned it's best to play along when his little brother adopts an attitude.

“Right, my bad.” Sonic closed his eyes and covered them with his right paw, extending the left one out to the younger. “Go on, take me to my top secret surprise, buddy.”

“You can't close your eyes now, Sonic.” The fox groaned, raising to his tiptoes to tug on the paw covering the older’s eyes. “We've gotta get to Ms. Amy's house first!” Sonic isn't sure why the kid kept calling her ‘Ms. Amy,’ she was only four years older than him. But he refused to drop the title, so they just kinda went with it. He'd grow out of it. Probably.

“Ohh, right. Obviously.” Deciding he wanted to mess with the kid a little bit more, he glanced down at the fancy little watch the fox made him. Taking note of the direction they needed to head to reach Amy's house, he turned and started walking in the opposite direction. “Let's go, then! Can't wait to–”

“Sonic!” Tails tightened his hold on the other's arm, pointing in the correct direction. “Her house is that way!”

“What? No way! it's definitely this way, li’l bro.” Sonic tugged his arm back just hard enough to pull the fox towards him a little.

Tails huffed at the action and spun his tails, taking to the air and quickly pulling the hedgehog up with him.

“Woah, woah, okay!” Sonic laughed, reaching up to pat the kid's paws. “I'll go the right way, promise.”

The kit’s eyes narrowed at his brother, but he ended up choosing to believe his word. He lowered the teen back to the ground, glancing at his own communicator to double check that he was right about the direction.

Sonic laughed and reached up to the flying fox, gently ruffling his bangs. The kit swatted his hand away, dropping to land beside him. His paws wrapped around his brother’s wrist once again so he could drag him down the path and back to the pink hedgehog’s house.

“Ease up on me, will ya, bud?” Sonic asked, though he didn't really care. He just wanted to be annoying. The fox rolled his eyes as he continued to pull his brother along. “It was an honest mistake!”

“Be happy you're still getting your gift.” Sonic wasn't really sure if it was normal for six year olds to grumble, but he figured it was best if he stopped pushing his luck. The kid had a pretty mean bite if provoked. Literally.

It was a short trip back to Amy's house. Sonic hadn't gone far on purpose, knowing the fox was still a little on edge being near others without him. It'd been a good few hours though, so he thinks it's safe to say the kiddo likes Amy.

“Found him!” Tails called out once they entered the house, letting go of the hedgehog’s wrist. He hurried to the kitchen to find the girl.

“Good!” Amy smiled sweetly at the fox as she carefully picked up a stand that held a small cake. “We worked really hard on this!”

Sonic couldn't help but snicker as he leaned against the doorway, “Figured it was a cake or something. Little guy carried some evidence in his fluff.” The kid shot him a glare, rolling his eyes when the teen winked at him.

“Well, when you have fun while baking it tends to get a bit messy.” The girl defended, walking over to present the treat to the older. “Now here!”

The cake was simple. It was small and circular, covered in a royal blue frosting with a line of bright red framing the bottom of the cake. The words ‘We Love You, Sonic!” were drawn out in, mostly, white frosting, with the ‘W’ being pink and the first ‘E’ being yellow.

Sonic could feel his heart swell up at the sight of it. It was typical of Amy to give him pastries with messages similar to this, but it was a new thing for Tails.

They didn't really vocalize their ‘I love you’s, it was just something between that went without saying. And while this wasn't technically saying it, he knew that the kid had to muster up a lot of courage for it.

With that knowledge, he carefully sped behind Amy to where the little fox was standing and trapped him in a hug. Tails squeaked at sudden contact, but started laughing when the hedgehog nuzzled his head.

“You did the decorating, didn't ya?” He asked, resting his chin atop the younger’s head. “It's just screaming you.”

“It's meant to represent you, Sonic,” Tails informed, trying his best to look up at the teen from their position.

“And it was a team effort, mister!” Amy scolded, huffing as she sat the stand on the counter. “We both baked and decorated it for you.”

“You know I'm just teasing, Ames.” Sonic sent the girl a grin, finally letting go of his little brother with a quick head ruffle, “It looks great though, really. Thanks.”

“Of course!” The pink hedgehog clapped her hands together excitedly and turned to the fox, “It was a pleasure to bake with Tails! He's really good.”

The youngest shrunk into himself at the compliment, muttering a quiet ‘thank you’ as his cheeks flushed red.

Amy smiled at him but decided to pivot away from his embarrassment, “Go ahead and sit down, I'll cut the cake!”

Sonic didn't argue with her and sat down at the table. Tails pushed a chair over so he could sit closer to his hero before climbing onto it.

“So, what flavoring did you two use, big guy?” The teen asked, emphasizing the 'two' so Amy knew he was crediting the both of them.

Tails giggled at his brother and looked over to the counter, “It's mint chocolate chip.”

“Mint, huh?” Sonic raised a brow, just barely managing to repress his snicker at the choice. “You sure this is for me?”

“No, the mint's for me. You won't eat the whole cake anyways.” The kit admitted looking down to his paws as he toyed with his gloves, his legs gently kicking as he waited for the treat.

“That is what's mainly for you.” Amy said as she sat the cake stand onto the table, nodding over to a small box on the counter next to the sink. “It's stuff for chili dogs for you two to cook later.”

“Oh, Ames, you didn't have to do that.” Sonic rubbed the back of his neck. He's mentioned struggling a little to get himself full meals with Tails tagging along, but he didn't mean to make her think she had to supply his food.

“It's no problem, Sonic!” The girl simply waved him off before using her knife to carefully pick up a slice of the cake and set it on Tails’ plate. “He mentioned how you guys have been cooking together lately and it's so cute!”

“Oh, yeah, it's a blast.” The teen decided to run with the topic change, setting his elbow on the table so he could rest his chin on his paw. “Little guy's pretty good. Won't be too long til he ends up being better than me.”

“Nuh uh! No way,” Tails firmly shook his end at that statement, moving around so he could sit on his knees to be taller. “I couldn't ever be better than you, Sonic.”

“No talking like that in my house, young man!” Amy scolded the fox with a stern look, reaching over to poke the tip of his nose. “I won't stand for it. Now let's enjoy this cake.”

Tails didn't argue, instead listening to the girl's command and taking a small bite of his slice of cake. He hummed around his fork, his twin tails wagging gently in delight.

Sonic wasn't surprised that the kid liked it. He'd eat anything mint flavored.

Meaningless conversation flowed between the three of them easily as they ate the cake. Sonic was glad that Tails was able to talk with someone other than him so effortlessly. It had been a long process, but they were making progress and that's all he cared about.

It didn't matter how long it'd take. His patience was endless when it came to his little brother, and he was more than happy to slow down for him.

#there's no angst this time i promise #just cute brother fluff #ft amy lol #i love her. i need to write her more ajsndje #miles tails prower #sonic the hedgehog #sth #tails the fox #sonic #unbreakable bond #dynamic duo #tails and amy rose #pinky lemonade #sonic and amy #myydrabs #i wanna write more for the brothers but ive gotta do chores ahhdbdjddn #life why are you so cruel

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novicedraws · 4 months

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doodles!

@helsensm I raise your tattoo raiden idea to add with his white hair

also fun times below!

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puppyeared · 9 months

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The garment, worn by those in good standing with Hyrule royalty, has been reworked with the latest improvements, such as a new shoulder guard.

#I miss my wife tails. I miss her a lot. I’ll be back #I love the champions leathers design but the story behind it is so sweet too like. she wanted to thank him so she went and #got some improvements added to it?? and she wanted to see his face when she surprises him with it hello?????#I think my favourite part is the half chest just for angst. I like imagining she was very particular about the armour placements #and had a chest piece added because yknow. right over the heart might I add #originally I wanted this to be more angsty but halfway through I was like wait this would completely miss the point #in my mind the armor isn’t just ‘I don’t want you to die again’ but also ‘I want to keep you safe as best I can’#in her diary she was like links armor is wearing down so you know what? I’m gonna add more armor to better protect him!!!#and with her upbringing in mind (and the conversation she had with him about whether he would still choose to be a knight if things were #different) she could have totally asked him to stop doing it altogether. but she made the armor for him instead #sidenote she also got to be a teacher and scholar like she wanted and that is so. dont look at me I’m crying #I don’t know if ANY of this makes sense I’m just rambling. yes I wear the champions leathers every chance I get why do you ask #btw if you squint the leathers chainmail and sweater are taken from the hylian armor chestpiece! slightly modified on the tunic but cool #my art #myart #tears of the kingdom #totk #totk spoilers #totk zelda #totk link #botw spoilers #botw #breath of the wild #loz #loz fanart #comic #tw blood #blood

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bludoby · 6 months

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hurt simon hurt simon hurt simon-

hurt simon doodles because i crave angst🧍‍♂️

#simon petrikov #simon petrikov fanart #fionna and cake #fionna and cake fanart #adventure time #adventure time fanart #doodles #doodle #traditional art #sketchbook #i love angst #angst is life #why did i do this #im cringe but im free #blu art

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mnare · 5 months

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i need some angst, hurt / no comfort with mr simon riley, where he unexpectedly breaks up with y/n before leaving for a dangerous mission, but y/n tries to get him to stay instead of just letting him go. like imagine:

you’re sitting in the couch, tv on in the background but you’re not really playing attention to it as you scroll on your phone.

simon is in the bathroom, said he was gonna take an early evening shower. but it’s been an hour and a half. you hear him walking towards the living room, but instead of walking towards you, simon walks towards the front door, you only look up when he speaks.

“i can’t do this anymore”

he’s looking at you through his skull balaclava. dressed and packed like he’s gonna go on a mission somewhere. he’s just hoping you don’t see his facade of calmness. the mask always did helped him hide his feelings.

“what do you mean ‘can’t do this anymore’,” you ask standing up, tears welling in your eyes as you take a couple steps towards him.

“where are you going with your gear on simon?”

ghost sighs and turns slightly, as if he’s just going to run away without explaining himself.

“what the fuck are you doing simon? you think i’m not gonna ask questions? what do you mean ‘you can’t do this anymore?!”

“i.. i’m ending our relationship, y/n..” he hates say those words to you. knowing how much it’ll break you. you were the only one who he’s let close enough, close enough to see him, to see simon riley instead of lieutenant ghost.

“you know how dangerous my job is. i’m gone for weeks at a time, never knowing if i’ll make it back in one piece. and this time., this time i’m certain i won’t be coming back, love..”

by know he’s looking down towards the door handle, hands at his side trembling subtly. the grip on the handles of his duffel bag seems as if he’d tear it in half.

while he tells you all this, the feeling of dread you had upon hearing the first words he uttered when he stood by the door turned into frustration. how dare he think he can just pack up and leave without saying anything? you thought that you became a place of comfort for him, somebody he can trust with his human side. he didn’t have to be ghost around you. and this is how he reacts?

you’re fuming. taking deep breaths in a failing attempt to calm down. your hands balled at your sides, shaking as you stomp your way towards him.

“so just cause you think you’re gonna die, you’re going to leave me? leave us? tear down everything we’ve built?” you spit the words out at him, tears finally breaking through.

ghost, surprised to hear your words laced with anger instead of sadness, could only look at you. not know what else to do as he tries to reach for the lock on the door to make his way out.

you slapped his hand away from it, a finger pointing at him,

“you’re not leaving this house without sitting down and talking to me simon riley, you are not doing this right now”, you say through clenched teeth as you hold back a sob. you know he could easily push you away but you don’t care. he can’t be doing this, not now.. so this is what a couple weeks of avoiding you leads to huh? you thought he was going through something, tried to give him some space since he would eventually come to you, like he always did. this time, you guess not.

he reaches for the handle again, you try to smack his hand away again, but this time he manages to hold you back enough to let him open the door to walk out into the rain that started to come down.

“simon fucking talk to me! please!” you lunge towards him as he starts making his was down the small front steps of your shared house, gripping unto his gear, his legs, anything to slow him down, but he’s stronger than you. doesn’t slow down as he walks towards his truck, even when you finally are able to get in front of him, trying to push him back into the house.

between the rain and his heart beat, your voice sounds distant in his mind. he’s already doing it. pushing everything way till he’s numb. he won’t allow himself to feel anything right now, or else he’ll listen to you and stay. he’ll stay, and sit in the couch with you. stay under the blankets as you thread your fingers through his hair while he pours his heart out to you. telling you his fears, both old and new.

he opens the driver’s side of the car, your cursing and crying muffled, yet he can still hear every word so clearly.

“simon, i’ll fix this! please just talk to me; you can’t just leave like this! i’ll wait for you, i always will. please just come inside, and we’ll talk! please, simon!”

he stands still, his head hanging in shame as he’s about to climb into his car. you quiet down, thinking he’ll finally listen to you and come back and talk.

you talk to him while you hold his arm, gently as if he’s and injured animal.

“let’s go back inside simon,” you say softly, “i’ll make you some tea and we can talk ok? just please.. please, let’s just talk about it..”

he see you out of the corner of his eye, you hair and clothes are completely soaked through. you’re eyes red, even though he can’t tell where the rain begins and your tears end.

a fitting setting he thought, was it even raining before he walked out? he wasn’t sure, but he was sure he would regret his next choice of actions.

before you could even react, he pushes you away from him, causing you to stumble a few paces from him. surprise vivid on your face. he gets in the car and starts it as you smack the window, yelling for him to get out the fucking car and speak to you. you, soaked through to your bones at this point, talk to him through the window as he backs out of the small driveway. he gives you one last look, his eyes filled with tears behind the skull. the last sign of simon before ghost drives away.

leaving you standing in the road, the rain pouring over you as you scream at him for leaving you, sobbing and breaking down all for your neighbors to see.

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ANYWAYS, i kept seeing this trope with simon, but y/n always just ends up low key accepting it and not doing anything (like huh?? i’d go psycho😭 tf is this coming from sir) but i’m no writer, and in my head, i was gonna make the reader low key insane, like making threats insane lol

but i decided to mellow it out, probably a bit more realistic this way tbh 😭😭

#simon ghost riley #cod angst #ghost x reader #simon riley angst #hurt/angst #drabble #why do i do this to myself #breaking my own heart #why am i in love with this fictional man #call of duty

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cravingforsweetsbooksandpurpose · 2 months

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Currently thinking of an Angel AU where Sanji is one of Cupid's angels for the past 800 years. He makes people fall in love. And for angels of love to ascend, reincarnate or reborn they're given specific clients that he needs to fall in love.

But he has a problem. A mold problem. He only has one client left that he needs to fall in love. And it's the lone wandering swordsman with an odd memorable green hair. And no matter what Sanji does. No matter who he matches the swordsman with as every new lifetime pass, the man just never falls.

And so, as Sanji begrudgingly stands on the swordsman's grave alone, he swore that on the man's next life (11th) he will make him fall in love by hook or by crook.

#sanji #roronoa zoro #vinsmoke sanji #zoro x sanji #one piece #zosan #black leg sanji #this is slight angst yall #sanji gave up concealing himself and showed up in front of zoro in the 11th life #his last resort was to annoy zoro to death about opening up and falling in love #zoro still finds love stupid #but falls i love with sanji anyways #sanji doesn't know because angels doesn't “fall”#zoro doesn't want to admit it because he knows once he does sanji will disappear/be gone. his mission will be over.#so he tries so hard to keep his feelings and he knows its impossible. crazy even to love someone that's transcendental #because he had been following Zoro's soul for the longest time he knows he was hiding something but can't make up what it is #zoro thinks all is well until sanji had been weakening. they didn't know why. until they went to an oracle that told sanji had sinned #his wings had started to shed and he grows weaker and weaker. Sanji's sin was Zoro fell in love him and sanji was starting to love him back #to save sanji. zoro was willing to rip & offer his heart up. but doing would remove his feelings but also he can never feel love #or fall in love ever again. zoro says its okay. he didn't want to fall in love with someone that isn't sanji #sanji still doesn't want to bc its the first time zoro felt love in centuries he'd known him. he didn't want to take it away from him.#sanji “dies” but since he was able to make zoro fall in love he passed his rebirth. cupid was moved by their love #so sanji was reborn in the current lifetime with his memories with zoro intact. they met each other after 2 years he “died”#they reunited. zoro met the strawhats during the 2 years.#the end #omg that was pretty long

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sygneth · 11 months

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You're an Empire

Darkest of Empires

(inspo song)

#this relationship is such a neverending source of sweet sweet toxic angst ahhhh #i love it #why are most of my jeanharry art blue and yellow well #jeanharry #harryjean #jean vicquemare #jean heron vicquemare #harry du bois #harry dubois #harrier du bois #disco elysium #disco elysium fanart #echoes scribbles #maybe???#actually yeah #yes i am often inspired by music why do you ask #i hate tumblr for making me split it :/#my art

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vonev · 7 months

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What if Ghost is a toxic boyfriend?

Let's be honest, he can be so fucking toxic a lot of the times.

The constant hot and cold attitude of his, how he treats your relationship like an on-and-off switch, not to mention the way he disregards your feelings with a snap of his finger either.

"I already fucking told you I don't want to go." He didn't mean to yell at you, but you infuriates him to no end sometime.

"It's my birthday party, Simon!" you hadn't meant to snap at him either, but how could you not when he's doing everything he can to avoid hanging out with you? His own girlfriend?

"Because I don't fucking care!" He really didn't mean that, he swear, he just wanted you to stop yapping his ears away when all he wanted to do was to relax with you and spend the night watching your favourite movie--not see you whore yourself out to the world wearing that tight little number that only he can look at, all at a nightclub while he can't do anything about it.

The argument leaves a bitter taste in your mouth when you left the flat you both shared--you didn't even enjoy the night, spending it crying into your friend's shoulder at her place as she was rendered speechless at how ruthless Simon acted toward you.

"You don't need him, babe," her hand rubs soothing circles onto your back as you heaved into her chest, soaking the collar of her dress. "You can do so much better than him."

You believe her at the moment: that yes, you can leave his ass, and you will. So you sent him a text:

I'm done. I'm breaking up with you.

And you'd continue to cry into the bed your friend kindly lent you.

It wasn't in the plan: he knocked on your friend's door that faithful midnight with a bouquet of flowers in his hand, you recognize that he had specifically picked out ones that meant something--a heartfelt apology, like he had poured his heart out into it. So when you wrapped your arms around him, you dived right back into the same old habit of excusing his shitty behavior yet again as you both left your friend's flat and went back to his.

But God is the way he holds you when you're in bed so fucking addicting; how he trails his fingertips along the edge of your skin teasingly, nose nestled into the crook of your neck as he breathe you in like drugs, taste you like one. Laps his tongue so beautifully on you it has you seeing stars from the back of your lids, a hand clutching at his blond strands while you're fighting God himself internally as you came undone on his lips.

"Don't you have another bitch to fuck, Simon?" because every time he'd argue with you, he'd tell you that he'd leave you for another pretty bait. That you're nothing but a warm body and a pretty mouth for him to use. Of course, you believed him; because he's so beautiful without even trying, and because you see the endless seas of messages from equally gorgeous women swarming his texts.

"Don't need 'nother one when I've got the perfect one in my hands, love."

And he looks so pretty when you're on your knees, you peering up at him, tongue swirling around his angry tip and him throwing his neck back whimpering sweet nothings that has you sneaking a hand in-between your legs to soothe yourself temporarily--you know nothing will ever come close to how it feels when he'd hilt himself deep inside you, though.

He gives you everything that night--swears day and night he'd never raise his voice at you again in exasperated gasps as he finds himself digging into your guts with his cock, the squelching of your pussy mixed with his spit leaves you crying and scratching his back with fresh manicure. "It's my honour, love," was what he said when he swiped his card to pay for your nails; knowing him, he just wanted to see bloody trails and angry scratches on his back in the morning when he wakes up.

Honestly? You give in.

You give in because you're tired of it all--of his tactics, how easily he has you wrapped around his finger and cumming on his cock whenever he wished for it. You curse yourself for being so weak, forgetting about each and every promises you made to your friend about breaking up with him when he has you writhing and squealing under him so easily. He took care of you so well, too. Wiping you up after he destroyed your pussy (and probably the bed) then tucking you into his way too comfortable duvet that had you forgetting about the reason you were mad at him the first place.

You tell yourself you can't be blamed, that he's the one at fault for being so insatiable and fucking toxic. But a deeper part within you knows that you look like a fucking fool every time you crawl back to into his arms. When he has you shaking like a stray leaf the next morning, waking up with a knowing ache between your thighs and a sore throat from the night before.

You don't check why your phone has been blowing up relentlessly ever since you left during midnight--you knew what was to come, but you don't dare to face it. So you wrap your arms around his waist, trailing light feathers onto the marks you left on his back, whispering good morning into the crook of his neck and all you get is a soft grunt in response.

Shamefully, you push away the other part of you that screams in the back of your mind; alarms blaring inside your head, it's another part of you that just wants to protect you from the hurt, from the mental trauma he'd inflict on you.

But you never listen.

#angst #hurt/no comfort #toxic love #toxic relationship #simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #ghost x you #cod mwii #simon riley #jesus christ this was a lil tough to write #toxic but pretty bf simon :p #drabble #why do i do this to myself

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