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ghostsvacuumcleaner · 9 months

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You came — you called. II (+18) | Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

✦ PART I ✦ Word count: 2.2k ✦ Pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader ✦ Summary: After having a little non-friendly chat with your abuser, Simon comes back home to find you asleep in his bed. ✦ TW and general warnings: +18 NSFW, SMUT, lots of porn, p in v unprotected, some dirty talk, size difference implications, he's got a big cock, fluff, open ending sorta ✦ AO3 | Masterlist

A/N: well, since you guys liked part I and I was so fucking inspired I decided to write part 2; honestly thinking of writing a part III I seriously need to stop 😭 I hope you guys enjoy it! x

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2am - world was on fire and no one could save me but you

“Y’know,” Simon starts, his legs spread across the armchair. His chin rests on his hand, nothing on his face but an indifference fashion, almost like the blood dripping from that guy’s mouth was another Tuesday to him. “You’re quite lucky, mate.” He stretches and leans his body forward. His elbows rest on his knees and he bends low enough to stare eye to eye into the face of the man who dared laying hands on you. “Know why?”

Your abuser flinches, and doesn’t answer; he couldn’t even if he wanted to.

His body doesn't move more than inches without feeling pain. He had lost count of how many kicks it took Simon to take him to that state - when you said your ex boyfriend was in the military, he didn't imagine that kind of military. There wasn't even a report he could possibly make. It didn't have a face, it didn't have a name - all he knew was that this man, your punisher in the skull mask, coded himself as Ghost.

And he knew that this man - this living ghost, this new alive fear of his, had made him spit blood for every slap, every squeeze, every bruise he left on your body. It would be too much for your tired, melancholic head to notice that whenever he contoured one in your back as he gave you a bath, he was counting. To each one, he’d punch him twice. Face, legs, stomach. He wanted to see blood.

“No?” He asked, licking his lips. “You fuckin’ pussy…” He scoffs, his voice ever so low, almost a whisper - almost like he could wake you up in his house, from this distance, by talking loud. “Because if it wasn’t for my girl, you’d be dead now.”

To your abuser’s silence, Ghost stands up and steps off avoiding the bleeding fucker in front of him. “And let it be known, I am not one to make noise. If you come after her again, you won’t know where the shot came from.” He states over his shoulder, before opening the door and leaving it open for the ambulance that’s yet to come - because, especially after you, he’s not a monster. Just a ghost.

4am - strange what desire will make foolish people do

The shower is on. You don’t hear it, blame it on your tough sleep; can barely hear your own alarms when it’s morning.

It is almost morning. In a few hours, the sun will rise in the horizon of the simple window by Simon’s bed side and invade the room - equally humble - annoying you. Right now, although the sky is still dark blue, the only light source poorly illuminating the room is the dim, yellow light that comes from the bathroom while Simon finishes his much deserved bath.

The bloodstained hoodie and his mask are thrown aside in the laundry basket and now quietly replaced for a pair of sweatpants - his pajamas. He walks towards you in mute steps, the mattress sinking from the pressure of his two hands against it, on either side of your waist. You feel the warmth of his freshly bathed body against your skin as he shelters you from the night cold breeze with his own body. It covers you entirely, and you mumble in your sleep, “Mmm, Simon.”.

“Hm…” His raspy voice asks, against your ear; your body, still drunk in sleep, shivers at the contact. You move slightly, while his nose brushes against your cheek, and continues down to your neck. Simon takes your smell in like a drug, shit, how painfully hard he misses you.

“You’re back…? Hm- what time is it?” You ask in a drunken voice.

His hand caresses your bare thigh under your shirt, his thick palm scraping up your skin till he reaches your belly; it covers, almost entirely. You mewl, “Simon…”

“Late.” He replies simply, warmly, against your ear. His dog tag swings in the short space between the two of you, and brushes against your chest. You turn a little, now awake enough to be able to speak at least, and your eyes meet his staring at you, drinking in the details as if all that time away from you has made him forget how beautiful you look when you just woke up.

“You smell good.” You admit in a mutter, feeling his hand sliding up from your belly to your waist in explicit desire. Though the two of you reluctantly tried to withdraw from each other, you couldn't deny it - it was mutual. “Are you calm now?” You ask, your hand takes hold of his dog tag and your index finger wraps around the chain; slowly, you wrap yourself around his neck, and before he can answer you, your lips take his in a quick kiss.

“No…” He replies against your mouth, in a breath. The sound of fabric moving fills the room as he repositions himself over you, and his hand moves up, tracing your curves to the top of your breast and cupping it; “Needin’ you right now.” He whispers in between slow, passionate kisses you both share.

Your leg curls around his waist as you kiss him desperately, like he could vanish from

your hands any second. “Ask me.” you whisper against his lips and your hand grasps his dirty blond strands as his hand tightens around your breast. “I like it when you ask…”

He closes his eyes feeling a chill rise in his belly hearing you moan, and smirks in both pleasure and pride knowing he was the one to cause it.

“Can I fuck you?” He complies, pushing his hips against you almost unconsciously, and you feel your body burn, feeling the big bulge in his pants press into your core through the fabrics that separate the two of you.

In one deft movement, Simon lifts your shirt up to your face level and you obediently offer to hold it between your teeth as his mouth proceeds to feast on one of your breasts while his hand massages the other.

“Simon- ah…” You groan, as your body uncontrollably squirms a bit and your lower half pushes up against him, begging him for some more.

Your body relaxes as your soft spots tighten, and after minutes of satisfying your needy breasts, sharing his tongue's attention between the two of them, Simon finally starts to run his wet kisses down your belly - calm as a sea breeze, hot as hellfire, different than it usually is when the two of you meet on an empty night, still enraged by the last time you left each other, fueled by hate, no - this time it's something different.

“I still think about you everytime, y’know, kitten?” He admits with a faint smirk as his hands pull your panties down your legs and quickly get rid of them, exposing now your needy and soggy core to his own view. “Nobody tastes sweet like you.”

His hand cups your ankle and he spreads your legs; his other hand cups your pussy, his fingers parting your folds as his middle finger rubs you slowly, torturously in that sweet spot of pleasure.

“S-Shut up…” You try to say, but your voice is caught in your throat by a sudden moan as his tongue takes place between your legs. In circular, slow and skillful movements, he sucks on your swollen clit - whatever you wanted to say is now replaced by heavy gasps and low, muffled moans as you bite down on your hand trying to hold it back. He disapproves, almost instantly, with a tight squeeze on your thigh and you can’t hold back a loud groan in response.

When he feels you're getting too close to your climax, Simon swaps the intense, slow strokes for even slower ones, his tongue barely touching your clit yet - that tiny tip of contact causing all you get is the intense desire and the twitching of your legs in a near-orgasm that's thwarted so many times, it gets you insane.

“Simon, p-please for fuck sakes…” You cry, your eyebrows furrowed in lust. His cock almost pierces the sweatshirt at this point, his veins visible on every possible part of his body - his arms, his temples, his crotch that shows when he straightens up over you as his pants lower to his waist, with that small clump of hair showing. “Don’t fucking make me beg…” You curse once again.

His tattooed arm grabs your waist and moves you over him; his hand grips your ass and moves you against his lap, your hands look for support around his shoulders and your hips instinctively continue the movements he started.

“Take it, c’mon.” He teases you. “It’s fuckin’ ripping my pants already, baby.” He grunts in your ear, his breath gets heavier when he pulls down his pants only enough so he can pull off his rock-hard large twitching cock; he stares into your face as his hips press forward, running his length against your slit, slowly.

“Ah, fuck.” You curse under your breath as you lift your hips until his tip is against your entrance, and slowly start lowering yourself. Simon holds back a growl as your tight walls begin to swallow his cock, inch by inch, slowly. It's almost too much for you, like you lost practice by fucking guys that were smaller than him; it’s not a hard deal - he’s really too big. His fingers dig onto the skin of your waist trying to restrain himself as he holds you steady and gives you some time to get used to his length filling your whole cunt.

His low groans flood your ears as after a few painful seconds, you begin to move up and down, slowly at first but quickly getting faster, deeper - the excruciating pain of feeling him stretching you up entirely as if it was your first time again, gives in to the deep pleasure of having him hitting your spot each time you thrust against him.

Simon is a groaning, gasping mess beneath you; his hips move uncontrollably against yours, he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls it back exposing your cleavage to him, so he can suckle onto your soft skin - leaving marks all over you.

“Mine, aren’t you.” He groans while fucking you hard, kissing all over you like a dog who crawls back to its owner. “You feel so fuckin’ good- ah-” he takes you in a sloppy kiss, your hands digging his back in raw flesh;

“Y-Yours.” You reply in a gasping voice, almost out of air yourself.

Without much time to tell beforehand, your eyes roll up and his movements grow faster. You grab his shoulders, feeling your own climax start to flood through your body intensely, your legs tighten and your walls tighten against him; your clit throbs, and you grunt.

“Simon- I love you-” You moan, and your inability to keep moving now, with all your muscles suddenly relaxed and your cunt painfully overstimulated by his continuing thrusts, causes him to grab your waist from both sides and lift you without further difficulty - like you’re lightweight. He fucks you through your orgasm with his thrusts getting stronger - feral, animalistic, as his stomach tightens and his muscles jump even more defined than they already are, a few beads of sweat trickle down his chest as he grunts in pleasure.

Simon pulls out the instant he feels that crossing of lines where his consciousness loses itself to pleasure and surrenders completely to you - fast enough to spend himself on your thighs, partially, in a mess of grunts and gasps.

Your body collapses onto his and he holds you, both of you still trying to recover from so much intensity in so little time. Little by little, he regains consciousness as he smells your hair against his nostrils; vanilla ice cream. And then, the feeling of your body against his, your thin arms seeking support around his neck - your voice, saying you love him.

Minutes later, after taking care of your needs - water, a hot shower, another clean pair of clothes, you finally find yourself snuggled in his arms. Simon’s eyes are fixed on your face, and he looks tired, but not willing to fall asleep anytime soon.

The tip of his finger caresses your arm, and the morning sun starts to come through the window.

“Do you think we’ll ever work together?” You break silence, gazing through his eyes with uncontrollable love. He sighs tired, and after a couple seconds, replies.

“I’ll break your heart once or twice; you’ll break mine. Isn't that how every relationship is supposed to work?”

“Yes, but if so, why didn’t it work before then?” You close your eyes. He caresses your scalp, your beautiful hair, and closes his eyes as well.

“You look beautiful in the morning.” He mutters. “Not only in the morning, of course.”

“Simon…”

“Come back to me.” He asks, and it sounds like begging. Like crawling.

You open your eyes, but his are still closed. You smile.

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mockerycrow · 9 months

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I'm someone who falls asleep anywhere, like i can just sit down on the floor for 5 minutes and pass out

it got me thinking, imagine the scare it would give the 141, or like every other character, if they walked into a room and their partner was just lying face-down on the floor in a starfish position 😭

like imagine they come home, and their partner doesn't welcome them, the lights are off, and everything is silent. they walk into the living room and see their lover lying there, unmoving

-🦝

if you’re not military, it would def scare them 😭😭 (i say this because it’s actually very common to be taught to fall asleep in very.. unlikable conditions as a soldier. it’s apart of training in majority of countries!!)

I think the lights being off + you lay there motionless on the FLOOR no less would give them heart attacks.

Price drops his bag to the floor, raising an eyebrow as he quickly nudges you with his foot, calling your name, making sure you aren’t dead. It gave him a fright, but you don’t have any visible wounds, so he doesn’t panic.

Gaz drops to his knees and quickly turns you over on your back and sighs in relief when you wake up with an annoyed grunt, his phone flashlight shining in your face.

Ghost doesn’t hesitate to turn on the light and flip you over like Gaz, but much less gentle. He grunts out your name and gently taps your cheek, shocking you awake. He allows himself to relax and to relax his heart rate—seeing you there scared him shitless.

Soap would giggle and call your name and when you don’t wake up, he gets scared. He walks over and VIOLENTLY SHAKES YOU, and he lets out a shaky breath when you try to push him away, as you’re very comfortable :3

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goldenseresinretriever · 2 months

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You Catch More Bees With Honey: Chapter 19

Pairing: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Reader

Part of the San Diego Dogfighters universe

Summary: Bradley Bradshaw, blindsided by a team he trusted like family has been traded to the San Diego Dogfighters. Across the country from the place he calls home, Bradley feels lost and betrayed. Not to mention the familiar faces and ghosts from his past that he now has to face every day at work. Bradley’s caught between wanting to show his former team the mistake they made in double-crossing him and wondering if it’s time to hang up his skates after one final season. You’re living your dream as the PR representative for the Dogfighters. When Coach Maverick made a bid to bring his godson to the team, you hadn’t batted an eye. Bradley was a good teammate, and a good player. Unfortunately, the Bradley that shows up in San Diego is nothing like your research suggested. He’s moody, irritable, aggressive, and angry, throwing a wrench in all your careful planning. What’s caused such a drastic change in him? And can you figure out how to help him before he makes a mistake you can’t fix?

Chapter CW: 18+ ONLY, swearing, dead parents, mentions of major character death, physical violence, sports violence, mentions of blood, angst, age gap (28 and 38), enemies to lovers, suggestive language, hockey inaccuracies etc. No use of Y/N.

Word Count: 4.7k

A/N: We’re almost to the end, y’all 😭

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Your head feels heavy like it’s filled with cotton. You didn’t expect to cry this much and yet it’s all you’ve managed to do for the last forty-eight hours. When your mom died you hadn’t cried. Instead, you’d been numb, locking the world out and hiding away behind vacant eyes as you struggled to come to terms with your new reality. Now you’re not sure how you’re not cried out yet. You’re tangled in the sheets of the bed in one of Mickey and Bob’s spare bedrooms. Mickey doesn’t leave your side very often except when the doorbell rings every few hours when Bradley tries to talk to you again. He’s been consistent in his attempts to see you, but with the three occupants of the house standing between the two of you, he’d been unsuccessful thus far. Mickey’s downstairs with him right now from the sound of Mickey’s raised voice. Mickey had transformed into a version of himself you haven’t seen often in your ten years of friendship. He’s cold and fiercely protective, a rock for you to lean on while full of self-loathing for his inability to protect you from the hurt you’re feeling.

He blames himself. You’ve assured him that it’s not his fault but he refuses to see sense. In his mind, if he’d just intervened sooner you’d never have wasted your time falling for Bradley and a part of your heart is bitter with resentment. Because you don’t regret it. Not yet at least. You don’t regret the time you spent being loved by Bradley Bradshaw. He healed parts of you that had been infected with grief for years and for that, you’ll always be thankful. More than that, he taught you what romantic love could really be like, and while you’re certain he’s raised your standards a completely unrealistic amount you don’t have it in you to dwell on it quite yet. Instead, you play the scene from two nights ago over and over in your head.

You try to figure out where it went wrong. The face-off had started out normally, the setup was like muscle memory for these players and then Bradley had lunged for the center across from Jake. When his fist connected with the other man’s face, his teammates had cried out in protest before a defenseman to his left dove for Bradley. He never made contact as Jake intercepted him with an uppercut to the jaw. The ice devolved into chaos then, all twelve players on the ice, goalies included, joined the fray and a full-scale brawl erupted. The refs’ whistles pierced your ears as you watched in horror as your boyfriend ferociously beat into the Bruin’s center who wasn’t even bothering to fight back. If you didn’t know better you’d think you saw him laughing in response. Halfway through, Bradley dragged him up by the collar and you recognized the name on his jersey.

Elias Whitmore was a drunken mistake. You’d partied a little too hard that night with the Icemen and you’d run into him at the club where you’d spent the night drinking and dancing. You hadn’t recognized him in your drunken state and when it was over and you’d realized who he was you’d felt disgusted for falling into bed with the notorious womanizer. That was a few years ago and you hadn’t followed Whitmore’s career enough to know he’d be on the ice tonight. You’d be surprised if he even remembered you, his dating history was even more impressive than Javy’s and that’s saying something.

The voices from downstairs get louder and your heart clenches in worry. Bradley wouldn’t get violent with Mickey, would he? Fear grips you, propelling you out of the bed and to the door, ear pressed against the wood in a desperate attempt to assess the severity of the situation without venturing past the threshold you haven’t crossed since you showed up at the house a day and a half ago after Dare sent you home. You hear a muffled shout and then heavy footfalls on the stairs and your breath catches, and then you stumble back from the door just in time for it to fly open. You blink stupidly as a man barrels through the door but it’s not Bradley. Javy’s face is a twist of quiet rage as he inspects you, chest rising and falling heavily as equally hurried footsteps echo his arrival, and then Mickey’s behind him, face twisted into cold disapproval as something hotter flickers behind his brown eyes.

“Hey sweetheart, how’re you holding up?” Javy’s voice is soft and gentle, a stark contrast to his expression. You don’t get the chance to respond to his question before Mickey interrupts.

“I’m gonna give you five minutes to get the fuck out of my house.” Your eyes widen at the firmness in his tone, turning to try and placate your best friend.

“Mickey, what’s going on? This is Javy we’re talking about? Why don’t you want him here?” Mickey doesn’t answer, wrapping a protective arm around you instead, pulling you against his chest. You go without question but feel unease in your stomach. Javy crosses his arms across his chest, glaring at Mickey.

“She deserves to know what’s going on, Mickey, you know that as much as I do.” Your brow furrows in confusion even as fear makes your stomach clench.

“Mickey what’s he talking-“ Mickey cuts you off even as he pulls you closer.

“She knows what’s going on. She made a decision, why can’t you respect it?” Javy snorts derisively.

“I’m not asking her to change her mind, I’m asking you to tell her what really happened out there so it’s an informed decision that she’s making.”

“Wait what happened?” You ask, increasingly irritated as your two friends talk about you like you’re not even there.

“Stay out of this, Machado, I’m not going to ask you again.”

“She’s my friend too,” Javy says, jaw hardening. “And treating her like a child just because you’re jealous that you’re not her first priority anymore is just plain childish.”

“Hey!” You snap and then both men are looking at you as you twist out of Mickey’s arms, stepping away so you can face both of them. “Which one of you is going to tell me what’s going on and stop treating me like I’m not here?” You set your hands on your hips, irritation dripping from your stance.

Javy nods at Mickey. “You need to hear it from him or it’s just going to cause issues between the two of you.” You nod firmly, turning to Mickey and defensively crossing your arms across your chest.

“Mickey, what's going on and why aren’t you telling me?” He has the sense to look guilty, the harshness in his brown eyes softening as he shakes his head slightly. He’s quiet for a long moment but when it becomes clear that you’re willing to wait as long as it takes he breathes out a heavy sigh before finally speaking up.

“Bradley didn’t start that fight for no reason,” Mickey says and you feel your breath catch in your throat. Javy places a comforting hand on your back, a steadying presence. “A Boston defenseman made a comment about you that wasn’t very appropriate,” he frowns deeply, fist clenching in anger at the memory. “Then the center chirped back, and said something else and that’s when Bradley lost it.” The room is silent for a long moment as you process this new information. “I don’t blame him either,” Mickey speaks up again. “None of us do. If he hadn’t started that fight, someone else would have. We all heard what they said.” When he speaks again, it’s quieter and you hear the bitter regret in his tone. “He was just the first one with the balls to stand up for you.” His fist clenches tighter and you understand then.

“Mickey,” you reach out for him but he steps back, out of your reach.

“That asshole was spewing all kinds of bullshit and I just stood there. After all these years, I just stood there and took it. Bradshaw came to his senses before I did and he hasn’t even known you for six months.” Your heart aches and you step up to Mickey, cupping his face in your hands.

“Mickey, Elias Whitmore was a drunken mistake that never should have happened, and I’m glad you hesitated. I wish you all had because he’s not worth it. Not worth sabotaging your career over and especially not over some offhand comments, even if they were about me.”

“You are, though,” Mickey says, voice cracking as his eyes fill with tears mirroring your own. “You’re worth fighting for. You always have been and you always will be. I’ve always known that, and everyone else knows now. I know I haven’t been Bradshaw’s biggest supporter but when he tackled that asshole, I understood. I knew he was capable of taking care of you and loving you the way you deserve.” You stroke his cheek gently even as your heart clenches. “I know I haven’t been fair to him, especially these last few days. Javy’s right in a way, it’s hard to watch him take up space in your life like that. In a way, I think maybe I have been jealous, no matter how stupid it sounds.” He chuckles before the worry is back on his face. “I don’t mean to ruin things between the two of you. I just,” he hesitates. “I feel like I just got you back when we moved to San Diego and I think I just expected things to go back to the way they used to be, but they won’t. And they shouldn’t. We’re six years older, we’ve changed and that’s not a bad thing. You deserve the whole world and you’ve got a guy that’s willing to give it to you. I don’t think he deserves you, because quite frankly, I don’t think anyone does, not even me, but you deserve him. He makes you so happy and he’s helped you heal in ways that I could never have.”

“Oh Mickey,” you whisper as tears cut down your cheeks. “Bradley’s important to me, and I love him, but I’m never going to stop loving you or needing you. You’ve been my best friend for almost a decade, I’m not going to abandon that just because I have a boyfriend,” your voice takes on a teasing lilt and he lets out a warm chuckle before pulling you into his arms.

“I love you, Zam.” He whispers and you whisper it back even as your heat is beating at its cage, desperate for Bradley. You need to clear things up with him. When Mickey breaks the hug, he sighs and tilts his head towards the door. “Go on, you have somewhere to be,” he says with a soft smile and you lean up to kiss his cheek before turning to Javy.

“Thank you, Javy.” He waves you off.

“Go get your man, sweetheart.” You smile through your tears at the familiar words and then you’re tearing down the stairs, grabbing your keys from the side table by the door, and taking off for your car.

***

When you pull up to the doors of Bradley’s apartment building, you hesitate as the attendant drives your car off to the garage. Tony gives you a warm smile that you return as you set off across the lobby, bouncing on your toes as you wait for the elevator to arrive. The ride up to Bradley’s floor seems to take forever but once the doors slide open you hesitate again. You’d been cold when you’d seen him last. You’d refused to hear him out that night at the stadium and you’d studiously ignored him in Ice’s office. Would he still want you? You don’t let yourself entertain an answer, crossing the hall quickly before you can lose your nerve. You take a sharp breath as you reach a hand up to ring the buzzer. You have keys but it doesn’t feel right to let yourself in when you locked him out. You wait as the buzzer rings, trying to stifle your nerves.

The door swings open and the breath is stolen from your lungs at the sight of Bradley. He looks like a wreck. The bags under his eyes tell you he hasn’t slept, his unruly curls sticking up every which way from running his hands through them. His brown eyes widen in surprise at the sight of you. “Honey?” His voice is rough and you don’t expect the next words out of his mouth. “Where are your shoes?” You glance down at that. You’re wearing an oversized Star Wars shirt that Mickey bought you back in college that you sleep in when you’re at his house, over a pair of sleep shorts. Your bare toes wink up at you, the glossy pink polish on them shining in the hallway lights.

“Oh,” you say, surprised by the discovery. “I guess I forgot them.” You look back up at Bradley and he shakes his head, opening the door wider.

“Come here, Honey.” You go willingly and Bradley takes your hand in his tentatively and you pad across the floors through his bedroom to the bathroom. Bradley guides you to sit on the edge of the tub as he starts running the water. He sits beside you, leaning down to grasp your ankle gently and guiding it under the water, washing your feet with a tenderness that doesn’t match the harsh way you’ve treated him over the past few days. He doesn’t push you to speak but you do anyway.

“Mickey told me what happened at the game, what you did. Or more why you did it. I’m sorry I didn’t let you explain yourself.” You keep your eyes trained on Bradley’s hands where he’s washing your feet. “And while I’m not happy that you did it, or that any of the guys got involved because that scum bag isn’t worth it-“

“But you are,” Bradley cuts you off and you look up to meet his honey eyes where they’re watching you. “You’ll always be worth it.” Your eyes pass over his face. It’s untouched despite the fact that he beat the absolute shit out of Elias Whitmore. You squirm under the intensity of his stare and words but manage to whisper your thanks. “You don’t have to thank me, Honey. I love you, that’s part of the package.” You smile then, softly gazing at him through your lashes.

“I love you too, Bear.” You watch him relax slightly and he brings your wet ankle to his lips, placing a delicate kiss to the damp skin. Your stomach chooses that moment to growl and you scowl down at it even as you laugh and Bradley gently guides your legs back over the side of the tub. He asks you to wait and crosses the bathroom to the linen closet retrieving a small towel and kneeling at your feet to dry them and suddenly you want to cry all over again. The idea of this man that you’ve pushed away over and over, still so eager to lay aside his pride and kneel before you in an act of service so extraneous and humble breaks your heart. You’re moving before you can stop yourself, joining him on the bath mat, memory foam sinking under your knees as you wrap your arms around this man who inexplicably loves you with his whole heart. His arms come around you to return the hug and your body relaxes instinctively, knowing it’s safe in his arms.

***

You swing your legs absently as you watch Bradley stir the pasta. He’s once again treating you to his mom’s recipe, but something tells you he’s craving the comfort more than wanting to feed you something he knows you love. Guilt gnaws at your chest as you twist your fingers in the fabric of your t-shirt. Sure you’d forgiven Bradley but a large part of you feels like you don’t deserve his instant acceptance and wholehearted affection. The silence that usually feels so comforting feels like it’s clawing its way down your throat and choking you. You don’t realize that Bradley’s turned back around until his fingers gently ease yours away from where you’re stretching the hem of your shirt and you let your eyes linger on his larger hands where they hold yours gently. Once again he doesn’t push you to speak but you feel the pressure on your lungs. When your tears splatter on your joined hands, Bradley removes a hand to tip your chin up so he can see your face and you crumple under the unjudging, concerned stare.

“Honey,” his voice is heartbreakingly gentle as you cry; he shifts his hand on your chin to cup your cheek and you lean into the warmth of his palm as the tears stream down your cheeks. You’re so tired of crying. “Talk to me, Honey. What’s going on?” He urges softly and the words fall out.

“I’m so sorry Bradley,” you sob and you watch his eyes widen in surprise.

“Sorry for what, Honey? You don’t have anything to be sorry about,” he assures you as he leans in, gently kissing your tears away and it only makes you sob harder.

“For leaving you,” you sputter out between sobs. “For leaving you again, when I promised I wasn’t going to run anymore, and I did it anyway. I shut you out.” You watch the heartbreak in his eyes as he cups your face in his hands, forcing you to look at him as you blubber. His expression is hard and a familiar fire dances in his eyes, sending a chill down your spine.

“Don’t you dare apologize for that, Honey. I told you when we started this that I wanted you to set boundaries and that I’d respect them. I promised you no more fighting and I broke my word. That’s on me. You had every right to enforce that boundary and I’m so damn proud of you for sticking up for yourself, do you hear me?” You nod weakly as your tears taper off slowly. I’m sorry I broke my word, and I’m sorry it hurt you. I can’t promise it won’t happen again because I’m human, and sometimes I let my temper get the best of me but I’ll do my damndest to ensure it doesn’t. I love you and I never want to see you hurt, least of all because of me.” He leans in, pressing his forehead against yours. “You’re the best good I’ve ever gotten, and as much as I don’t act like it, you’re the only thing that matters to me. You’re my family,” he smiles softly at that, running his thumb over your cheek absently. “There’s nothing I cherish more or treasure greater.”

You reach up to cup his cheek as well, his beard scratching against your palm as you stroke the skin. “You’re my family too,” you whisper, leaning in to ghost your lips over his, “and I’m so damn tired of running away from my family.”

“So stay,” Bradley whispers against your lips, lashes fluttering, fingers trembling on your cheeks ever so slightly like he’s afraid you won’t. You nod, just barely, brushing your nose against his as you speak your promise into that comfortable quiet between the two of you where you’re breathing in each other’s air as you consume each other’s space.

“I’ll stay.” Your lashes flutter shut at the weight of the words even as the tiniest kernels of doubt still tug at your heart. Your heart beats harder than the tug, though, beating with love for Bradley that will always be stronger than the doubt.

***

The next day at work, you’re all seated in a large space used for team lunches when everyone’s schedules occasionally overlap. You’re starving. Taking two days off of work to mope so close to the new year means you’re severely behind on your work. Breakfast in Bradley’s kitchen this morning feels a lifetime away. Cyclone had offered to order lunch today and you’ve heard whispers that it’s from the burger place around the corner. You enter the room, beelining for the seat next to Bradley that’s currently open. Your stomach lets out an unruly growl as you take your seat and Bradley gives you a concerned look that tells you he wants nothing more than to whisk you home to his kitchen. “It’s been a long morning, I’m just looking forward to this lunch.” You assure him and he’s temporarily placated. Cyclone comes in then, arms laden with bags that are indeed from the burger place. He starts handing things out and your stomach drops as your lunch is placed in front of you. Despair strikes your heart as your stomach cramps painfully as you regard your reflection in the clear plastic of the salad bowl. You look up from your pathetic excuse for lunch to see that everyone else seems to have burgers, multiple for the boys, including the other women on staff. Anger licks at your empty stomach, irritation furrowing your brow. Ever since Thanksgiving, while things have been slightly strained between you and Beau, he’s continued to dote on you. Fancy dinners, casual lunches, and various outings fill up whatever of your free time isn’t spent glued to Bradley’s side. You’ve never once ordered a salad and quite frankly you’re offended by the way he’s soloed you out. It’s like despite the fact that you’ve spent extensive time together, he’s made no effort to get to know you and you clench your fist as you fight off the anger that’s threatening to take over due to your hunger. You’re about to give Beau a piece of your mind then and there when a burger slides into your peripheral and you turn to see Bradley’s tight smile. He’s as unhappy about this as you are but the burger is his way of offering you solidarity while also taking care of you in the way he always does. You take the burger, returning his tense smile, devouring it before polishing it off with the salad that Cyclone hasn’t even noticed you snub, deep in conversation with Dare. Across the table, you meet Dragon’s eyes and she’s got a look of painful understanding on her face. You know what you need to do.

***

After lunch, once everyone’s returned to their respective parts of the arena, you ride the elevator up to Cyclone’s office. You cross the hallway to his office door, knocking in quick, sharp raps, entering when he calls for you to enter. He looks up from whatever he’s currently working on when you enter, surprise on his face.

“Zam, what a pleasant surprise. How can I help you?” You almost snort at the complete juxtaposition of his current sweet demeanor with the rude one he used to treat you to before he found out who your mother was.

“Beau, we need to talk.” You say tersely, a polite smile on your face and he motions for you to sit.

“Of course, Zam, what’s bothering you?”

“This needs to stop.” You say as firmly as you can hoping the desk between the two of you hides the way your hands are shaking. “I don’t know what you expect to gain from this pseudo-relationship that you’ve been attempting to form with me but I’m no longer comfortable with the turn that it’s taken.” Cyclone looks surprised.

“Zam, what on earth caused this change?” You do your best to keep your bubbling frustration in check.

“There hasn’t been a change, per se.” You say, careful to phrase this properly. Cyclone’s your boss after all and you don’t want to say anything that could jeopardize your career. “I haven’t been comfortable since the beginning but the longer it’s gone on, the less comfortable I’ve become. I should have clarified this from the beginning but I’m unsure as to what you’re trying to gain from this relationship. I’m your employee and while you were friends with my mother, she’s dead and I’m not her.” Cyclone takes a cheap breath and you almost feel bad for what you’re about to say but you plunge on. “I don’t know if you think I’m secretly your daughter but I want to tell you point-blank, I’m not. I have a father, both biologically and emotionally. I don’t know if you’re trying to treat me like your daughter but I’m not. I already have a father who loves me and fills that place in my life, I don’t need another one.” You feel your fingernails digging into your palms as you muster up the courage to speak your mind. You owe it to Dragon after all she’s done for you.

“You have a daughter too. If you want to be a father, she’s there waiting for you, and from what I know, she’s pretty great.” You sigh, heart heavy as you regard Cyclone even as he tenses up. “I don’t want this to affect our professional relationship, because I love this job, and I’m good at it,” you emphasize. Your mother had drilled into you the importance of knowing your worth, especially in the workplace. Cyclone nods slowly, considering your words even as you see the strain of his temper threatening to rear its ugly head. Somewhere in the back of your mind, you wonder how your mother ever fell in love with him, but then you remember Bradley before you fell in love with him. Even the other day, the fire you’d seen in his eyes had sent ice through your veins against your better judgment.

“Thank you for bringing this to my attention Zam, I’ll take it into consideration. I appreciate you entertaining my company for the last few months.” You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding at Cyclone’s even tone. You stand to excuse yourself back to the mountain of work that you have waiting for you back in your office. Beau doesn’t try to stop you but speaks up as you’re about to exit his office. “Your mother would be very proud of the woman you’ve become.” Your stomach twists at the words and when you look back at him, for a moment you catch a glimpse of the dark-haired prince from your mother’s stories, the man she fell in love with and you wonder to yourself if there’s another lifetime where he grew up into something else.

You can’t stop the words falling from your lips. “She loved you, but she moved on. She’d want you to do the same.” His eyes widen in surprise but you don’t give him a chance to ask you anything before you’re disappearing down the hallway.

When you get back downstairs, you find Dragon waiting in your office. She gives you a tired smile when you sit down at your desk, before pushing a cookie across to you. You return the smile, taking the offering. Neither of you speaks as you eat the cookie silently. “I talked to him.” You say, breaking the silence finally. “For both of your sakes, I hope he does the right thing.” She snorts, and you watch pain flicker through her eyes as she stares off into space even as her lips twist into a cynical smirk.

“I appreciate it Zam, but if he was going to change, it would have happened by now.” You see it then, the exhaustion in the tight set of her shoulders. Atlas with the world on her back.

“Just because he won’t doesn’t mean you’re alone,” you say softly and she turns to look at you, surprise dancing in her expression. You shrug. “This team is a family, albeit a messy one, but we’re here for you when you need it. Bob too,” you add and you watch her cheeks heat as she averts her gaze. As confident as she appears with her relationship with the shy goalie outside of these walls, she’s still young and confused and you’re fondly reminded of yourself when you were her age.

She doesn’t answer, just giving you a terse nod and you slide the other half of the cookie back across the table before you turn to continue your work. You know you’re not getting more out of her right now but you extend the shoulder for her to lean on. Your family is growing every day, and now that you’ve opened that door, you’re eager to shepherd any stragglers into it.

A/N: Just one chapter to go and I’m getting emotional… I’m really going to miss these two

#you catch more bees with honey // sdd #ycmbwh // sdd #san diego dogfighters au #san diego dogfighters #san diego dogfighters hockey au #top gun maverick hockey au #tgm hockey au #Bradley Bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #Bradley Bradshaw x you #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #Bradley rooster Bradshaw x you #rooster x reader #rooster x you #top gun Maverick #TGM #top gun #no use of y/n

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yandere-arts · 9 months

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Have you seen the incident of the girl who took a picture with the help of a knife on social media? How would Ghoat.Konig.Alex.Graves. Soap.And Roach (if you're writing for him) react if they accidentally saw us doing this? (Note, we're not dating them) and I'll even send you the makeup photo with the knife I'm talking about. (this is a headcanons request) have a nice daaayyy 🥰

(For female reader)

A/N: thank you so much for your patience sweetheart! Sorry it took so long to get these 😔 I appreciate the request — it was quite interesting to write 💕 for future ref, I don’t write for Roach or Alex Keller (unless you meant Alejandro 😭 ) since I don’t really know much about them 😅 I also decided to do these in yandere! versions as we discussed and some are post-kidnapping bc I had no ideas for pre

TW: yandere stuff, punishment, torture, cursing, stuff that makes the reader cry, assorted BS, König is horny asf but yk me too 😭 — you know the drill :), DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT

YANDERE GHOST. 💀

Oh, sweetheart. He’s probably THE WORSF GUY TO DO THIS WITH.

I mean, you probably picked up the knife with intentions other than doing your makeup. Even if this is after his year of endless torture just to « train » you, and you’re completely loyal to him (meaning Stockholm Syndrome has already set in), he’s still going to be furious. He’ll definitely think you were trying to leave him.

He likely went looking for you once he realize you weren’t in the bedroom or the living room, and of course he didn’t want to be late to the « date » (in his mind, at least) that would change both of your lives eternally, but when he saw that hunting knife, HIS hunting knife, pressed dangerously close to his favorite part of your face, he forgot about the little velvet box in his pocket.

Ghost probably acted without thinking and snatched the knife away from you instantly, pressing your body into the cold glass of the bathroom mirror. He’ll hold your offending wrist, a grim look in his eyes.

And all the while, you’ll plead and ask, « why? »

His eyes will snap up, a new fire blazing because of your words. « Why would you ever use a knife to do your makeup? Are you crazy, darling? Need to be retaught how to act normally?» (You probably do after everything he’s done to you 😭)

Overall, a very terrible experience. Likely the worst, and he’ll definitely retrain you as a result of this incident. You lost your proposal and « honeymoon bliss » privileges, and now you’re under this vigilant, cold gaze 25/8. It’s for the best, after all, as he doesn’t want his darling s/o hurt.

YANDERE KONIG. 💣

Two simultaneous thoughts. #1: Oh, how lovely, my little Maus is doing her makeup even though she’s so beautiful! #2: What is that in her hand.

And after he « gently » grabs your waist (darkening already present bruises), he demands to know why his knife is in your little hands. He’s angry. He’s furious. And he’s delusional.

König cares far too much for his darling and certainly believes that they are some sort of goddess or angel descended from the heavens. He simultaneously feels that they are too precious and beautiful for this world, but losing them would result in a bloodbath, no matter whose fault it is.

König will be sitting you down after this to talk about why you shouldn’t lay your hands on his filthy weaponry and why you should just keep yourself within his embrace, tucked away from all of reality. (He does the latter speech at least once a day anyway.) He may also express his dissatisfaction more… intimately later. (He likes the way you were gripping the handle of HIS knife.) It depends on if you’ve tried to escape recently or not or if this incident is just another slip-up in a series of unfortunate events (from his perspective.)

Oh, and don’t worry, with this man’s wealth, you’ll probably have some neat tool from Sephora to help with straight eyeliner in a day or two.

So not the worst experience, but still pretty bad and will result in an irritated König (though some of you probably think that’s a good thing…)

YANDERE GRAVES. 🥧

(Yes, I did make his emoji American Apple Pie, and yes, I do think it’s funny asf. Leave me alone.)

« Watcha got there, doll? Seems a little much for a little lady like you to handle. Here, lemme help, » Dumbledore he said calmly.

Of course, he’s no happy camper when he sees that knife in your hands, but are any of them???

Graves would be one of the most calm of the COD boys in this situation. He’s upset, that’s for sure, and you can feel his pine aftershave burning your nostrils as he snatches the blade away. His tone is neutral but the tightness in his neck and jaw give away his anger. Tread lightly.

This would probably serve as another example to him of why you were so fragile and needed to be locked away in the first place. If he hasn’t taken you already, it’ll happen soon.

Graves would have a very strict ideology of « I’m the only one who can hurt her, and that’s final. » He doesn’t even want you to have control over yourself. He’s so possessive that he doesn’t even want you to be controlled by anyone other than him. (Which also means cutting ties with your friends/family, getting fired suddenly from work, and him always breathing down your neck (sometimes literally.))

You’ll see repercussions for this, but he’ll still go light on you. Don’t forget that he’s a hardened solider, though, so his definition of light might be completely different from any civilian’s.

YANDERE SOAP. 🧼

Probably has the best reaction out of all of them. He won’t be very happy, but he’ll still find the situation a bit funny.

He stands there completely in shock and in awe and a bit frightened of you, but it still brings a chuckle out. Soap will make you think that it’s all a game and you’re just the silliest girlie on the planet until you put that knife down to do mascara and suddenly it and every other sharp object in the house is gone.

I think Soap would be a more laid-back yandere, so he’ll only react poorly if you act poorly (meaning you present a threat to yourself or him.) He’s very lenient though, and once or twice let his guard down for longer than usual. But the minute you do something stupid, he’s internally panicking and scolding you and himself.

Don’t give this poor guy any more problems, please.

Like the others, he’ll have a chat with you. He’s lost a good number of important people in his life and certainly doesn’t to lose another, so if you truly care about him, you’ll listen. That’s his reasoning.

But if you value your freedom and sanity, maybe it’s best to not look a wooden horse in its mouth and allow for an incident like this to happen again. Soap is soft and bubbly around you until he’s harsh and rough.

#yandere cod #yandere ghost #yandere konig #yandere soap #phillip graves #yandere headcanons #literally several months late and i severely apologize but i got sick and work sucked my soul out like a damn hoover

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allfortheslay25 · 9 months

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Guys I found my old corpse bride au concepts I literally cried for days because I thought I lost these😭

In the second image that’s Dan and Matt’s rough designs. They’re meant to be either ghosts or just plain undead. Dan was murdered in the brothel she worked at (strangled it’s why she wears the choker) and Matt died from an overdose

Allison is a widow who died of a broken heart but I had fun with her design and made her this spider like woman in the afterlife (to represent Black Widow the spider from the movie) (Seth was Allison’s husband, died from suicide/overdose) (Seth was cremated so he’s not in the Land of the Dead)

Renee, Kevin, Nicky, and Aaron are all alive in this au, being part of Andrew’s family. Kevin is playing the part of Victoria but the arranged marriage was a deal Andrew made Kevin back when they were teens. If both of them were still single by the time they were 21, then Andrew would marry Kevin so Kevin wouldn’t have to marry Riko. Andrew gets cold feet about the commitment and the lying to his family so he goes to clear his head in the forest

Andrew rehearses his vows but then adds onto them, forming it into a deal.

“With this hand I will lift your sorrows. Your cup will never be empty, for I will be your wine. With this candle, I will light your way into darkness. With this ring, I ask you to be mine. And with these vows, I promise to protect you from your monsters and avenge you shall they dare to antagonize you, as long as you stay by my side.”

Neil ends up rising from the ground where Andrew was and accepts his deal. Andrew is startled by a corpse groom and tries to get back to his family but Neil chases after him. Andrew slips and falls into the river and Neil fishes him out and takes him to the Land of the Dead. After the shock of everything has died down, Andrew tries to reject Neil but his unwillingness to go back on a deal basically makes him stuck with Neil for a bit.

Instead of Neil longing for a husband, he longs for revenge on those who killed him. Andrew investigates Neil’s murder with whatever Neil remembers. They slowly fall for each other and Andrew tries to avoid going to the Land of the Living to avoid the wedding until he can fix his Corpse fiancé issue

Andrew’s gone too long and Kevin is forced to marry Riko. Renee is searching for Andrew while he’s gone and ends up being murdered for sniffing around where she shouldn’t have. She reunites with Andrew in the LotD and tells him what happened while he was gone. Andrew takes action to at least make good on killing Riko for hurting Neil before he died. Neil goes with him and it’s then that Neil remembers that Riko was there the night he was murdered and it was Riko who killed him

Riko dies a brutal death from Andrew cuz laws of the dead don’t apply to him :) then the undead beat the crap out of him for eternity

Andrew tells his family the whole thing and Kevin doesn’t have to marry Andrew anymore. Andrew makes his choice to stay with Neil now that his unfinished business is completed (Aaron’s well off and married happily as is Nicky, Kevin is safe and won’t have to marry Riko) Andrew poisons himself and reunites with Neil in the LotD and the End

#aftg #all for the game #art #doodles #fanart #neil josten #andrew minyard #Dan wilds #Matt Boyd #corpse bride au #all for the necromancy

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taehyungfirst · 3 months

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I think you're onto something with your theory. And I think the shadow is a person. And the line between IU and Tae...I think the camera will shift (as if to that person's POV) and she is alone with the camera. To show us that only she sees him. Cue weeping.

But who knows...maybe they are looking for each other and will reunite at the end. Because if love truly wins all, I'd rather not have a dead and gone Tae, thankyouverymuchIU.

If the shadow is a person, since the angle it should be either Taehyung even though it lowkey doesn’t look like him or someone/smth else?

YES YOU’RE RIGHT because she’s definitely only seeing him through the camera, that’s why it’s highlighted in every poster (she had a camera in the poster, a camera in some concept pics, camera in the teaser)… we will BE CRYING and IU’s lyrics are so good we are not ready 😭

It’s either we are just imagining the bad ending, or they both die at the end and gets reunited as ghosts 😭 or he bits her, she becomes a zombie too and they live together as zombies happily 😭 or— [gets dragged off stage]

#ask #taehyung #iu #love wins all #actorhyung

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darkfictionjude · 6 months

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A beach episode for mc and ros? What would they choose to do on the beach and how would they feel about the idea of just "taking some time off to lie in the sun while the city drowns in mystical and frightening things?"

The closest they have to a body of water is the lake which people used to swim in but it got too dangerous with the amount of weeds growing down there, easily entangles around ankles you see and a few almost drownings kind of soured people on it.

But let’s hypothetically say its a big lake and that they could still swim there…

Imre:

He would be collecting things found on the sand. Sea glass, sea shells, dead coral. He finds it very interesting to see the remnants of life in different ecosystems. Then he ties that in with how these things back in time created myths of sirens and krakens.

And he would say that yes he’s very down to lie in the sun and let horror things do their horror ways but he can’t lay still. He’d be wondering if all the cool things he’s missing, like what if he finally catches on a Polaroid that ghost cat that’s been stalking the dumpsters behind Frederico’s Pizzeria?

Nia:

So yes she will go in the water but she’s having her hair up and if you as much as spray a little water on her she’ll push you under the water for about 10 secs and then leave. She’s really all about sunbathing while simultaneously bettering herself at one of her many hobbies.

And oh yeah are strange things happening in town? Of course they always are but there’s probably a rational explanation and they’re kids, it’s not their job to figure this out nor does she care to. She wants to go a few hours without Imre talking her ear off about whatever it is people are saying lives in the town library basement.

Lorcan:

He doesn’t do sports but he loves swimming. He likes that water makes him feel light but heavy at the same time. He likes practicing new techniques and swimming until his arms ache and his lungs scream. He likes how his skin feels when he’s out to dry.

He’s fine with ignoring whoever is going on in town as long as they’re vigilant enough to keep alert if anything odd comes their way. He lays down but every few minutes springs up to check the parameters, he has no weapon and no plan if something does come so everyone else just rolls their eyes.

and thank you for the question (it’s odd imaging them at the beach because to me that place is so nice and calm and happy and this world I created isn’t 😭)

#anon asks #Imre #Nia #lorcan #ro reactions #we wretched creatures

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kobiiioo · 22 days

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new list of headcanon (of both lihan and hanpunk) 💯💯

yk what time it isssss yoohoo 🎉

but we starting off w lihan first bc she’s my bbg and i lob her sm

sum tmi abt lihan

her hairstyle is actually a ruined haircut (akutagawa haircut ifykyk) she got at the hair-salon and she decided to just grow them out like that (now she sticks with it bc she smh started liking it 😭)

ngl i feel like lihan would legit be a good singer ??

she’s in a band in her college; she’s the bassist but also the lead singer

she hums and talks to herself A LOT and wouldn’t rly realize that there are people around bc it’s just a habit of hers since little

she spent most of her childhood alone since her and her brother got separated at a very young age (her staying abroad and suhhan going back to their home country)

which leads this to the previous hc (her humming and talking to herself) bc girl just played with her toys and basically had difficulty socializing with others due to instant switch of language and blablabla (ykwim)

she always (and when i say always it’s FOREVER) keeps her headphones on when fighting and almost whenever she goes

her canon event traumatized her sm that after that incident she started fighting with her headphones on bc if she doesn’t, she’ll have panic attacks or breakdowns bc ppl panicking = overwhelming = affects her = reminds her of her brother’s 💀

after getting recruited a month after her first canon event (suhhan 😰) she stayed few days in migs office rotting and and sobbing for hours non stop though it pissed him (i find this kind of funny ngl)

after this incident she would sometimes run away from her universe and make herself at home in migs office bc she just hates being there (he got used to it by now)

she once got caught singing the 4 big guys song while she was just chilling in migs office (she’s a whole joke) and he just stared at her for minutes, considering abt his decision on recruiting her for 0.05 secs (a very embarrassing experience for her)

she works at a kr bbq restaurants and istg after her shift when she goes back to HQ for missions she’s DEAD and on these typa day, she’d drink at least 5 coffees

the thing is coffee barely helps her bc caffeine has no effect on her (she’s addicted)

a mint chocolate chip enjoyer 😋

she’s actually a good cook and enjoys cooking but legit lazy and have no time

she’s a extremely good writer and loves poems, literature, philosophy allat she loves learning new things

but academically REALLY not smart

her personality switches a lot depending with who she is (will make a post abt her relationship with other spider ppl soon)

she hates kids but is somehow good at taking care of them ??

actually loves sarcasm and dark humor

my girl is anti social, socially extremely anxious, and tries SO HARD TO AVOID ANY SOCIAL INTERACTIONS.

it’s like so bad to the point that when she goes to convenient stores to buy a drink or a snack wtv and the cashier asks smth she’d just reply with nods 💀💀

this also means that she hates public speaking so as spiderwomen, whenever ppl tried to interview her she’d literally disappear in an instant

hanpunk headcanons 🫶

there’s this time lihan was sent by miguel to bring hobie bc bro has been ghosting everyone and on her first time visiting hobie’s universe and his boat, she literally cleaned his whole house and cooked for him bc she literally couldn’t stand how bro was living like nothing but a fucking human being 😪

main reason lihan avoids hobie is because he’s so intimidating

she actually doesn’t know how to act around him and truuuly, deep down, she hasn’t realized yet and is in denial that she’s fallen HARD ASF FOR HIMMM

the way she dealt with love was by avoiding any kind of interaction bc girl is a hopeless romantic (just like me fr)

after lihan joined the SS she started taking her morning coffee there as a routine (yk the cafeteria or wtv in your imaginations) and SOMEHOW hobie would always cross path with her and he would never walk past her; bro would RUN TOWARDS HER if he has to, just to sit across her and start yapping and annoy her

and as this happened continuously, it somehow became their usual meeting time which i actually find it cute

bc then on some days when he’s a bit late than the usual time he comes, she’d be looking around the HQ, sipping in her coffee pretending she’s all chill when she’s prob thinking “it’s already past 8:07am.. he usually comes by 8..” while getting all anxious like- AUAGSUSHHAHSHS 💥💥 ITS BEEN ONLY 7 MINUTES GIRLL

ngl i feel like hobie in general would be very cautious when interacting with some people bc (i mentioned this before but) i feel like bro analyzes ppl reallyyyy well

so i feel like he’d be a lot more careful and gentle with lihan, knowing she can be very sensitive and her reactions to things can vary depending her mood and situations

hobie does the talking and lihan DEF the listens

it’s super rare for lihan to actually talk talk as in talk about things she likes and whatsoever, but whenever it happens, hobie makes sure to make her feel like she’s heard and he’d actually go real quiet and just listen carefully and take in every words to every gestures and expressions she uses

lihan curses a lot in korean and by now hobie learned some of it so instead of saying the “fu€k” hobie would say “씨발” and lihan would just be like “??????” like when and who did he learn that from ?? obv you dumbass

or like when she sees one of those crazy anomalies during missions and she wants to make a comment abt it hobie would be like “미친놈 (crazy one) fr innit ?” and she’d be speechless bc she’d realize in those moments how repetitively she uses certain words that he actually by now memorized them 😭

hobie would randomly pull our snacks from his pockets bc he gets candies and snacks from kids around the streets 🥹

anw basically he’d just hand those to lihan sometimes after a very tough mission and be like « treat ? » while waving the snack as if she’s a lil puppy with that iconic smug smile just to mess with her

and what’s funny is that girl would be all annoyed and still accept it UAGSJDJS

lihan: always warm hobie: always cold

lihan acts like she’s careless and she doesn’t really pay attention of her surroundings but she actually listens and hears everything; sometimes hobie would be like « geez it’s freezing in here » and lihan would fuxking THROW a hot pack at him and call him « pxssy » to just walk away 😭

they both have their ways of doing those small acts of services to each other and it’d be so obvious to the others while only they be like « pff nah it doesn’t mean anything »

this is all for now and i feel like this list is getting too long so uhhh yeah im sure i have more headcanons but maybe a part 2 sooner or later 😰⁉️

thanks for reading the yapping 🙏

#kobiverse #lihanlore #hanpunk #spidersona #oc x canon

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thelivingdeceased · 4 months

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nadia kingston’s birthday is december 21st

and it’s december 21st today !! (i did in fact finish cryptid falls on her birthday i thought it would be poetic and i still think that) So here are some of my favourite nadia kingston moments (she would be 68 today btw if she were real) this is gonna be a long post so beware !!

Cryptid Falls Era

My head aches. If I’m going to be a good ghost hunter then I need to stop hitting my head on things.

(Chapter one; Ghost I) This is literally in the first paragraph in the first book so it’s our first introduction to her 💀

I pull on my most comfortable sweater. “You want me dead. You want me to crash on Christmas, the most wonderful time of the year—”

“La, la, la, I don’t care. Get in the car.”

(Chapter eight; Christmas Blues) Edith and Nadia are so fun. Too bad they’re mentally unwell atm 😔

“Did you just say Hilda’s here? As in, the big boss?”

“Yeah?”

She falls back onto her bed, face shoved into her pillow. “Tell her I’m dead.”

I roll my eyes. “She can’t be that bad. She seems nice.”

“She’s an evil old lady and has like, one foot in the grave.”

“She looks fifty.”

“Beauty and evil go hand in hand. She’s an evil deceiver with spooky, youth-giving powers. Haven’t you ever seen a Disney movie?”

“No, I have not.” I push myself off the door frame. “I’m going to go get Andre. He’s better at this stuff than I am.”

(Chapter eight; Christmas Blues) no disney for nadia 😔 maybe that’s why she is so grumpy /j

“We’re here.”

She smiles as she wakes up, yawning. “You didn’t kill us.”

“I didn’t kill us.”

(Chapter 16; Windell Falls) nadia is not a good driver canonically and the one time she gets her shit together it a very sad moment but i still like this bit

I sit on top of a rooftop, playing my guitar and fighting back the cold that comes with the light wind. A pile of hair sits in front of me, along with some scissors. There’s no mirror.

(Chapter 17; Grim Reaper) i cut my own hair without a mirror usually and me and nadia both needed a hair cut at the time of writing this

“See you can dance! You have good rhythm.” says Edith.

“I’m a musician, Edith. Of course I have rhythm.”

“Well then you’re already ahead of most people when it comes to dancing. And you’re good at it.”

“I’d still rather play the music than dance to it.”

She laughs. “Well that’s fine. But you should still dance with me.”

(Chapter 8; Christmas Blues (again)) EDITH AND NADIA ♥️♥️♥️ i’m so normal about them guys

Sleepless Cities Era

I don’t appreciate the humour but the way his fingers barely touch the wound makes me ignore it. I stare at him, taking in his every feature. He has light freckles, barely noticeable from afar. A light scar is visible on his jaw line. He’s very pleasing to the eye.

(Chapter three; Cigarette Smoke) this actually my least favourite nadia moment. she needs to run FAR FAR AWAY !! this is a nikolai hate page

“You don’t have to say anything. But I’m going to say things. Because I want the illusion of a conversation right now.”

The line stays silent.

“Have you ever gone to America? I know Basira and Andre used to live there but I’ve realised I’ve never asked you.”

I think I hear her inhale sharply. I don’t hear her exhale.

“I don't really know anything about the country. Just that people find fresh starts there.” I pause and take a breath. My voice is quieter than I want it to be. “In theory, at least. I reckon they guess life stories just from the accents.”

There’s shuffling on the other end and the sound of a light switch.

“I think—”

“Phone calls cost more overseas.”

(chapter ??) PHONE CALLS COST MORE OVERSEAS 😭😭

“Do you even like him, Nadia?”

I think about it for a moment. Nikolai is loud, extroverted, and has too many friends for me to keep track of. He makes his parents pay for a school he doesn’t even attend and ignores their calls. His apartment is never quiet. His words are charming one minute and annoying the next. He’s the opposite of me and it doesn’t work between us. I don’t think like him at all.

“No,” I whisper. “No, I don’t think I do.”

“Then why America?”

“England makes me nauseous.”

“It didn’t used to.”

“Well it does now.”

(Chapter ??) join me on the nikolai hate train please 🙏

Every step I take feels more and more freeing despite also making my chest tighten with fear. I’ve always wanted to run across rooftops. Edith would kill me if she knew I was doing this. I’d probably be convincing her to join me.

(chapter ??) tbh i don’t know how to feel about this but the “i’d probably be convincing her to join me” ??? i don’t remember writing that but i like it

that’s all, have a good day :3

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lunarifie · 2 years

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Rewatching Ninjago

(With no context other than the episode)

Skybound 1-2

Im gonna be completely honest, out of all the seasons, I remember skybound the most

Maybe because it was the first time the series took Jay away from the comedic role and gave him development

I need everyone to stop calling Nya ‘sweetheart’ or im going to explode them with my mind

OH WAIT I FORGOT

THIS IS THE SEASON THEY GET FAMOUS

I was so caught up on pirates, genies, and Jay being an idiot that i forgot that was a huge factor

I remember I really hated dareth this season

Dareth: Your a boy band! A hunk machine! You dont need a girl in the group!

All the ninja: 😐😑😐

They really called him out on his bullshit

Cole wants nothing to do with the love triangle 😭

God I remember hating this famous ninja thing

Theres was so much second hand embarrassment I had to endure, and now I have to do it all over again

So much unneeded drama

Like yeah, i want the ninja to have recognition, but I dont want them to become popstars 💀

just for them to be appreciated for doing their JOBS

Cole got so giddy learning he can disappear :)

Jay and Zane have weekly chess game nights its canon because I said so

I love happy Cole, yes, your a ghost but your living your best life, LIKE YOU SHOULD.

Cole: remember back in the tomb of the first spinjitzu master? When we all saw the reflections of out future selves?

Cole: When I couldnt see anything, it wasnt because I was a goner! It was because I could disappear!!! (Strikes a pose and disappears) :D

Jay: ohhhh then why dont you make like a ghost and VANISH. 🙄

Hhfkdndjfnd

Be nicer to him Jay 😭

Zane: you still havent told him about the reflection of you and nya, have you?

Jay: And ruin our friendship? No thanks.

I can promise you, Cole couldnt give two shits about having a romantic relationship with Nya. Nonetheless FIGHT you over it

Jay: Either way, she made up her mind. Its just, seeing us together, its all I can think about.

Damn.

Honestly, Nyas anger directed towards Jay is completely valid. If I was perceived by the media as merely an object or prize to be won I’d be fuming.

Its so funny that Kai is all about this ‘fame’ thing. Being the poster board face for lego ninjago at the beginning and having the most merchandise

CLOUSE!

I love reoccurring characters even if Clouse is a little bitch

Misako: They’re growing up…

Wu: Yes, but I like to think ninjago would fall apart without us.

Valid.

its nice to feel wanted

Nya: Are you sending out a CHIRP?!?!?

Kai: UH, my followers have wants too!!!!

KAI GODDAMMIT.

Purple ninja my beloved

I love little kids helping the ninja its my favorite thing

Nya: how long did it take you to make that gi?

Purple ninja: when youve broken both your legs, you have a lot of time on your hands 😊 (slams into an exit door)

Wait wait wait wait

THIS is the rooftop. THE ROOFTOP WHERE JAYA HAPPENS!!!!

Jay: We’re a team! We stick together!

Nya: thanks. But i can stick up for myself.

Cole: He was just trying to be nice 😒

Jay: Dont worry! Its just our ‘first fight’ :)

JAY. CMON DUDE.

Nyas allowed to be stingy but dont take it out on Jay 😭

Coles literally telling Nya to take Jays hand hes had enough of this bullshit 💀

Doesn’t clouse get screwed over by this genie?

Ah, excuse me. Djinn.

I forgot how Cole turns human again but if its anything like Clouses traumatically painful cries of agony then maybe he should stay a ghost…

Kais figurines are actually really cute.

Zane and Lloyd: No traces of clouse…

Yeah bc hes fucking dead

Its common knowledge now that ninjago is one of the 16 realms??? Like citizens know??? That would drive me absolutely insane.

Nadakhan: Delara died?!?

Cyrus borg as the infobot: died, expired, rot, tint, kicked the bucket-

Hfjsbfjsntbr

Cyrus borg: I cant tell you where the realm crystal is! But i can tell you who has it! And where THEY are!

Me: 😐😑😐

Man in stiix: No one here cares for them fruit-colored ninja.

Cole: Um! 🤨 excuse me 😠 what fruit is black 🙄

Jay: blackberries?

Cole:

Cole: shut it jay.

SO THIS IS WHEN THEYRE ALL SEEN AS CRIMINALS

But wtf does nadakhan have to do with this? Can he do illusions or some shit?

NOOOO NOT JAYS PARENTS STOP

I feel like my soul was ripped out at how sad they looked

Nya comforting Jay after he sees his disappointed parents 🥹

Chief: the ninja are at large, they are armed and dangerous. And—and. (Squinting at his script) they have, legs?

Chief: Call law enforcement so we can apprehend them.

Zane, dialing law enforcement: Hello? Law enforcement?

Lloyd: Zanewhatareyoudoing-

Zane: I am programmed to obey the law 🤨 I need to tell them our location.

Stiix citizens: arent you all those ninjas?

Jay: HAHA! Nope! We’re that other group that has a nindroid, a ghost, and a girl…

hfjsjfndjsdhdisnr

Kai: six against six, at least its an even number.

Lloyd: were not gonna fight citizens KAI.

Kai: … dammit…

Jay: how are we supposed to fight back??!?!? Witty banter!?!?!?!

Zane: Statistically your witty banter usually gets us into more trouble 😄

Love how Coles hoodie makes him look more ghostly

Awwwwww nya allowed jay to help her

Theyre growing :)

People of stiix calling them the fruit-colored ninja is the greatest thing

If Lego had the balls they’d call them the fruity ninja

THE CHIEF GOT MISAKO?!?!?

RONIN.

THE NINJA TRUSTED YOU YOU ASSHOLE

This is actually so interesting, i remember the ninja being framed for crimes but I forgot it was this season. And right after they were famous and beloved nonetheless.

Wait is Wu inside Djinns bottle??? Like Clouse???

Misakos so smart she already knows who nadakhan is 😌

Okay but WHY dont they believe misako and the ninja

Like is it THAT hard to believe that a past enemy the ninja defeated can create illusions, and might want revenge????

Do the police legitimately believe, the ninja, known for being stealthy and cunning, are just gonna GIVE their status on social media?????

I guess a clues a clue right

Man they dont give Nya ANY credit. That was obviously her bracelet on the rat too. It was HER plan. Not Kais 😒

Jay. Ik your not this stupid. Nya just said a djinn is bad news. Trust your future girlfriend on this one buddy.

Jay: I know from my reflection that we end up together! Maybe a wish is how!

I mean… hes not wrong.

Lloyd: then we’ll find Djinn in pairs so he cant pick us off.

Jay: (immediately goes to Nyas side with a huge smile)

Cole (popping out of nowhere): Yeah yeah! And Jay and I can look for clues at the scene of the crime where he framed us!

Cole: What do you say buddy, just like old times?

Jay: haha sweeeeeet. Who doesnt like old times 🙃

Kai and Nya: sibling team

Jay and Cole: Bruise team

Lloyd and Zane: actually-get-shit-done team

RONIN YOU ASS

I refuse to believe ronins smart enough to hack into Zanes system.

This must be so scary for Lloyd to just watch his friend go braindead

Dont-mention-Nya-every-time-your-on-screen challenge. Try it out Ronin.

He sucks so much.

Hes a cool villain though.

Ronins really catching them all like pokemon huh

Jay: its the amusement park! So many fond memories. Thats where I unlocked my true potential! Oh oh! And theres where Nya and I had out first date. I bet we’ll laugh about this in the future :)

Cole: ?

Jay: I meaaaaaan, why would she laugh about that! She hates me. 😀

Your giving yourself away Jay

Cole: The djinn can shape-shift! He could be anybody!

Jay: 😨

Jay:

Jay: (sticks his hand through ghost Cole)

Cole:…

Cole: seriously?

Jay: just needed to make sure 😊

RONIN.

Cole after hearing his friends are all captured: