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licorice-tea · 3 months

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Could I Be Loved By You?

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x reader, Roronoa Zoro x reader, Trafalgar Law x reader (separate)

Content: pure fluff<3

Word Count: 0.7k (total)

A/N: short head cannons are something i haven’t really written before, so i hope these are still good! im in class rn but i got bored so i just finished writing sanji’s lmao- please enjoy! :)

Part 2

What happens when you ask them; “Do you think we’re together in every universe?”

Vinsmoke Sanji - 0.2k

“Sanji, sweetheart-“

“Yes, love?”

You smile softly at him before continuing. “Do you think we’d be together in every universe?”

Sanji doesn't even take a moment to consider his answer- he simply blurts out; “Yes. Always.”

A giggle escapes your lips, which come to press a kiss to his cheek. “I don’t know what other answer I could have expected from you.”

“I have more to say, if you'd like to hear it of course.”

“Mhm.” You nod.

Sanji clears his throat with a flourish, as if he's about to present some grandeur speech. “You are the love of my life- and of all my lives. Without getting to love you and be loved by you, I don’t think I’d be able to go on. So, naturally, we would be together in every universe. If not; it must be a world where I don’t exist.” Then, he takes your hands in his. “My love, I’d be yours in any universe you’d have me in.”

Your gentle smile grows into a full blown grin and, naturally, your lips are drawn to his.

Roronoa Zoro - 0.2k

“Do you think we’re together in every universe, Zoro?”

He shrugs, and starts fiddling with his swords. They lean against the same wall that the two of you are sitting on, his legs crossed around the spot where they hit the floor and yours pressed up against your chest.

“Doesn’t really matter, does it? We’re together here.”

You simply hum in response. It was unreasonable to except something poetic from him in the first place.

“But I hope we are.”

At this, your ears perk up. You turn to face him with wide eyes.

“I just mean… I hope I’ve done enough to deserve you in other lifetimes.”

The corners of your lips quirk up in a smile, and your arms encircle his much larger and more solid one. “You do more than enough in this one. Don’t worry about that.”

Zoro smiles too- not only at your words, but the tickle of your breath against his neck when you speak.

He really doesn’t care to imagine other universes- not when a mere moment with you is enough to take up all the space in his mind for hours on end- but Zoro will still always indulge your whims.

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“Law.”

He looks up from his book at your urgent tone. “Yes?”

“Do you think we’re together in every universe?”

He scoffs. “Yeah, of course.”

You tilt your head, silently urging him to continue. He doesn’t though- and he won’t indulge your curiosity without verbal reassurance. So, you give in.

“Why? I was expecting a full thesis with supporting evidence from you, smartass.”

Law shuts his book. “Ahem; Then, I believe that we would be together in every universe because… well, we’re together now. It’s the natural order of things, so why would that change in a supposed parallel universe?”

He’s such a nerd. You want to kiss him.

But instead, you just shrug. “Things happen.”

“Then I’d like to think that our relationship is still a constant.” He finishes off the topic with that. What reason could you have for wondering if you would still love each other in other universes, anyway? The answer is so glaringly obvious- to him, at least. He continues, this time teasing you. “Now, did you have a genuine question, or are we just proposing hypotheticals tonight?” Law smirks at you, but his cheeks are growing pinker by the second. It’s a futile attempt to cover how endearing he finds the thought.

With a satisfied shake of your head, you turn on your heel. “Nope! That was all.” And when you reach the hall outside his office, you poke your head back in. “Love you!”

Law pulls his hat down further, props his book up higher, and sinks into his chair. His voice is a quiet mumble as he returns the sentiment. “Love you too.” Which, he really does; he’s just a little shy.

#fanfic #one piece x reader #one piece #one piece x you #x reader #law x reader #law x y/n #zoro x reader #zoro x y/n #sanji x you #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji #trafalgar law #roronoa zoro

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slytherinshua · 3 months

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I'LL TAKE CARE OF YOU

genre. fluff. sick fic. warnings. reader is sick (fever, headache, nausea). food mention (soup). pairing. sungchan x fem!reader. wc. 754. request. requested by anon: currently dying atm... would live for sungchan taking care of me rn :( a/n. just me continuing to write sungchan as the most boyfriend material™️ to ever exist. also i swear im gonna be finishing those event drabbles soon i'm just sidetracking skdjks help.

“You need to eat, baby.” Sungchan coaxed, holding up a spoonful of soup for you.

“Don‘t want it.” You mumbled in response, close to tears at just the thought of eating anything.

You had felt nauseous almost all day, accompanied with a raging headache and a rising fever. Sungchan had dropped everything to come take care of you as soon as he heard you were feeling under the weather. You appreciated that you didn’t have to be alone in your misery, but you wished that your boyfriend would yield to your suggestion of just sleeping all day instead of taking medicine and food.

“It’s good for you. Come on, Y/n, please? Don’t make me have to do the airplane.” He held the bowl a little closer to you, hoping that the smell of fresh hot soup would persuade you. It did almost the opposite.

“Eating anything right now sounds like a nightmare, Sungie. Especially this soup…” You wrinkled your nose, trying not to breathe in any more of the aroma that on a normal day would make you salivate. Being sick was the worst.

Sungchan seemed to finally give up on the soup, placing the bowl and spoon down on the bedside table and slumping back to the side of the bed. He reached out for your hand, rubbing his thumb along your knuckles. Just the small gesture made you infinitely more sleepy than you already were. You would’ve just succumbed to the tiredness if Sungchan hadn’t opened his mouth to say something.

“You have to eat later, though. Okay? I can make you something else if you really hate the soup, but your body still needs nutrients.” He frowned at how exhausted you looked, even though you had done nothing but sleep and watch shows for the past day.

“I’ll try.” You closed your eyes again, considering the conversation done for now. You weren’t sure what Sungchan would do now. He had offered to cuddle with you many times, but you had outright refused each time he brought it up. You’d feel even worse if you got him sick, so you were trying to limit your contact as much as you could.

Plus, from prior experience, you knew Sungchan had the worst cases of man colds known to the universe. Taking care of him when he was sick was listening to him whine and complain 24/7. No matter how much you loved him— even when you had to take care of him— you would always prefer healthy Sungchan.

“You must be cold sleeping by yourself.” The words came almost as a whisper, and much closer to your ear than you anticipated. You were too tired to open your eyes again, but you could feel that Sungchan had gotten on the bed with you, laying behind you to spoon you, one hand on your waist pulling you closer to him.

“Go away, I don’t want you to catch it.” You said meekly. You and Sungchan both knew you wouldn’t fight for him to leave in your state, though.

“I want to nap with you. I’ll keep you warm.” He said softly. He shifted even closer to you so that he could plant a kiss on your shoulder. You could hear him giggle slightly and feel his warm breath hit your skin.

It felt nice. Even though your body probably felt hot to the touch, you had been freezing under 2 blankets all day. Nothing quite kept you as warm as Sungchan. His bordering on giant height and broad shoulders served their purpose in keeping you embraced completely; like your own personal heater in boyfriend form.

“You’ll get sick…” You mumbled one last time when you felt Sungchan start to press more kisses to your skin. You knew it would accomplish nothing. He was as stubborn as you were, and if it came down to it, he had at least 10 times the physical strength that you did, especially when sick.

“I don’t care.” He muttered, his kisses steadily trailing up towards your forehead. He pressed a soft kiss to your temple, silently willing your headache to go away.

You were sure that there was no real way that his kisses could actually relieve the ache in your head, yet in your half-asleep state, you felt as if the pain almost completely went away the second his soft lips came in contact with your burning skin. With the comfort of Sungchan next to you, slipping away to your dreams felt easier than breathing.

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lovewithmary · 6 months

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(not) moving on — a max verstappen x stark!oc x charles leclerc series

★ fc: madison beer ☆ summary: evangeline "evie" stark is in love with her best friend, max verstappen, but he tries his best to keep her at arm's length. but what happens when she starts to get close to his fellow drivers in the paddock? ★ notes: for those who didn't see my announcement or I've already posted too much for you guys to see, after this chapter, chapters will be more like one-shots where time isn't really specified. and i was thinking, perhaps i could do some chapters covering what evie, charles, and max did during the year they didn't tell anyone they were dating? let me know if you guys want to read that! ★ notes: ALSO dedicating this chapter and probably future chapters to @renarots bc without them, I don't think this chapter would've existed

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eviestark: nothing like a little celebration for my world champions 💜

also, most drivers slept over at our house even if they could've just gone to their places??? f1 sleepover ig!!

tagged: charles_leclerc maxverstappen

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user1: IM SORRY, THIS IS A LITTLE CELEBRATION? ↳ user2: if this is little, then what the fuck does evie think a large celebration is? ↳ eviestark: max and charles gave me a budget since they didn't want me to spend "too much" on their party 🙄 ↳ user3: THIS IS A BUDGET PARTY?

user4: I wanna see the guest list for this party 😭😭😭 ↳ user5: someone leaked the guest list on twitter and it was everyone who was anyone. imagine a celebrity, and there's a 99.999999% chance they were there

sebastianvettel: thanks for the invitation! it was lovely to meet you! ↳ eviestark: it was nice to meet you seb! ↳ user6: SEB WAS THERE?

user7: guys i looked at the guest list, and MARK WEBBER WAS ALSO INVITED???

user8: "my world champions" i can just hear the highway calling me rn

user9: so many people were posting the party and the f1 champagne bottles were EVERYWHERE ↳ user10: I wanna know the budget considering each bottle is $600 each

user10: the question is: were the avengers there? ↳ tonystark: you think I'm not gonna support my sons-in-law? ↳ user11: SONS-IN-WHAT? ↳ eviestark: MAX, CHARLES, AND I ARE NOT MARRIED ↳ tonystark: yet ↳ eviestark: THIS IS HOW RUMORS ARE CREATED ↳ tonystark: you guys live together and your pets are practically your kids, but I call you married and suddenly I'm saying nonsense 🙄

user11: F1 SLEEPOVER???

user12: evie how did you not notice 10+ drivers at your house until the day after 😭😭 ↳ eviestark: it's not like I paid attention, I was too busy getting lando in our house before he accidentally slipped away ↳ user13: send lando home???? ↳ eviestark: WE TRIED. but every time max and charles tried carrying him to a cab or an uber, he kept jumping out of their arms and running back inside

( THE MORNING AFTER ) also, ANITA is evie's ai and it means Augmented Nonpareil Intelligence Transferring Aid

#f1 imagine #f1 instagram au #f1 x oc #f1 x reader #f1 x y/n #f1 x you #f1 ig au #f1 oc #f1 smau #f1 social media au #max verstappen smau #max verstappen x oc #max verstappen x reader #max verstappen fic #charles leclerc smau #charles leclerc x oc #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc fic #(not) moving on

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charmedreincarnation · 2 months

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Hi charm. Your posts have helped me lots! Im keeping consistent for once and understand the law and shifting properly. My question is that I’ve been trying to considerate my understanding and application of states and A+P. This sounds stupid but I go back and forth and try to apply them, but the debates about them don’t make sense to me. I think rn I reinstate more with states but some I do prefer to just affirm and I’m just curious on which one you “preferred” and how you applied that to shifting. Thanks 😊

I think it really does depend. I love the law of consciousness, and under that really anything goes. But for me personally, I really do think there’s a point of no return when it comes to A and P and states. Just in my experience, feel free to believe and do what you like. First and foremost, your beliefs are more important in your reality. But I feel like everyone says that so often. If you don’t understand that, it's not really my job to coddle anyone at this point 😭😭 everyone is their own god and that’s the most important thing to understand.

But I started my journey back in 2020 when I was 16, and I manifested so much with mirror work and affirmations because I didn’t know about the law, and honestly I barely knew anything about manifesting either. I was only a shifter. And all my shifting friends, not on Tumblr, who shifted pretty easily and I consider "master shifters" (not that it exists or matters), honestly didn’t get into LOA either. They just affirmed (but used LOA, by knowing they’d wake up in their desired reality without knowing). Ever since then, they don’t gripe in the community because sometimes ignorance rlly is bliss. If I was in 2020 and stuck with that, I would have gotten everything so easily. But looking back, somethings happen for a reason because the desires and drs I wanted at 16 are nothing like the life/drs I want and have right now. I’m so grateful I struggled for a bit; it was a blessing in disguise 😭😭😭.

Around that time, I hated LOA because I talked about this in a different ask, but my favorite master shifter on Reddit (I’m an OG Reddit girl) who brought LOA to Reddit eventually left because she claimed she thought she was mentally ill, and shifting is psychosis. So I hated Neville and LOA for a while, which is so funny, because what did he do? I also didn’t like states because none of my shifting friends knew about that, and all shifting was just knowing and affirming. I wanted to do that too, not live in my head or whatever I understood states as.

I obviously eventually learned about LOA properly and learned so much about the "mechanics" and origins and over-consumed, just like a lot of you guys. When I tried to go back to A+P, I struggled so much because I really did believe in states. I thought about my horrible childhood, but how I got through it was knowing and believing in magic and my eternal happiness. From ages 9-14, I was a very happy and lucky child despite my circumstances and depression, because I was in the state of someone who had it all. I always knew life was more than what we can see with our eyes, so really, I knew A+P wasn’t really what was working, it was my state. But I refused to admit that for a while and got mad when my affirmations stopped working (that’s what I mean by point of no return).

Also, my shifting friends are using states, and when I started asking them about it, they started talking learned about their methods and how they suceeed easily. Most of them used some variation of SATS without knowing and music to fulfill their inner man and know that, regardless, they’ll wake up in their desired reality. So I started doing the same, and that’s how I manifested my first shift.

But everyone is so different. Like look at all the success stories. Some people just use science and logic with lucid dreaming steps. A lot of people in LOA now didn’t even use LOA to manifest at first or get into the void or whatever. Some people shift without knowing or by accident, etc., etc. The point is understanding states helped me because that’s the type of person I am; I like knowing the mechanics behind the seemingly magic. But maybe you don’t, maybe you don’t care about states, you know they’re behind everything but don’t care. That’s all good too. I don’t care how anyone achieves or understands the law to get their dream life, as long as they’re not spreading misinformation. The law is about you and understanding what fulfills you; you don’t need to follow debates to fulfill yourself.

A lot of people feel very strongly about their beliefs because it’s what helped them achieve their dream life, so they’ll die on hills for it. And I honestly get it; that’s how you feel about shifting. So I really don’t like when people try to dunk on it or like "debunk it." And that’s how everyone feels for their beliefs; it’s the human in us, we feel strongly about our passions. But don’t let people make you feel bad about your beliefs. Sometimes Tumblr can get like middle school-esque with the labels and drama, but again, it’s a good reminder that no matter how godly you are, we still have our human shell, and that’s oddly comfortable to me so I don’t care that much tbh. Just do you girl, at the end of the day it’s your happiness that matters

#law of assumption #manifesation #shiftblr #manifesting #reality shifting

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ghostsvacuumcleaner · 10 months

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Hello! i was wondering if you could write me a req bc i saw your reqs r open (bc I ✨respectfully✨ suck booty at writing)

basically, reader made friends with Ghost while working together on deployment, and became friends, they hang out sometimes bc they live kinda close, blah blah blah. then, Ghost doesn't hear from reader in months (which isn't normal, bc they text like once a month, just to make sure one another is okay when they can). then, one day, in the middle of a meeting Ghost gets a call from an unfamiliar number and almost ignores it until he sees that the area code is the one reader lives in, so he decides to answer it. boom, guess what? the reader is in the hospital, sustained r/srs injuries, and is in need of emergency surgery, and the reader made Ghost the emergency contact (lets also say they traded dog tags bc fluff?)

homie gets all sad bc Reader might die and is in a mini coma, blah blah blah, realized he r in love w the reader, and uh

you can decide whether or not the reader dies and what happens next

i fr scream YIPEEE when i saw your req open, i adore your writing, like top tear, makes me cry but laugh and scream bc how are you so good?! srs, im so jelly of your writing! okay anyways, hope you have a lovely day, you dont have to do this is you dont want or if im jus a silly fucker and mis read and your reqs r closed or sum

Hellloooo! Thank you SO MUCH for the beautiful compliments and for this request <3 I loved it so much I started writing the day you sent it to me. But since it's very emotionally charged, it took me a little while to finish and I'm sorry bout that, and I rly hope you're still around and eager to read it!!! Well, there it is, my take on ur req, hope you like it.

Take me back (to the night we met) | Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

✦Word count: 2.1k ✦ Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley xf!reader ✦Summary: Simon gets a call from the hospital saying that you are hospitalized, in a coma and in great life risk. ✦ TW and general warnings: sensitive topics, lots of angst, fluff though, death implications, open ending, sad af read at ur own risks cuz i'm crying in my room rn;

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met

“Johnny and I make our entrances fast. I clear the way, he goes front, three of you get in by the back and we surround the site to get enough space for the hostages to come out. Any questions?” Ghost asks sternly, as is the usual of his tone especially coming down to work. He was being brutally professional at the moment - if there was rather a sign of an existing Simon, it was gone the moment he got inside the briefing room. Silence follows for the next seconds while the crew seems to be pondering over what he said, analyzing the map over the big round table sticking to the center of the room.

As it is expected, no questions. He nods with his head assuming by the silence that they’re all understood.

“Our orders are to neutralize any individual we find on the site whose face doesn’t match with our hostages, which means we do it fast before they get the chance to call for reinforcements. We don’t wanna make a mess out of this.” Price then continues his own talking, marking X’s over the tactic map and giving the next orders to every one of them. It is when Gaz opens his mouth to say something, that Simon’s phone rings for the third time in a row. He curses mentally - he muted his phone the first time; now, it was vibrating in his pocket. Awkwardly, the vibration itself is heard by everyone in the room and they turn their eyes on him almost instantly.

“Hell.” He curses out in a low voice before shaking his head. “My apologies, Captain.” His voice tries its best not to come out too annoyed, but he fails and it does; despite the timing being inconvenient, no one seems to be bothered. Johnny furrows his brows in concern, and looks over at Price, who seems to have the same, perhaps even more intense, look on his face.

Ghost mentions to pull out and turn off his phone once again, but Price is quick to intervene.

“Riley.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Third time in a row; seems like somethin’ serious, get out and pick up.” He states comprehensively.

Despite being slightly reluctant, Ghost agrees - it must be something serious. What, he couldn't come to imagine - but if for a moment in his life he had something close to a hunch, it was now, and it said he should take that call.

“Alright, one minute. Move on without me.” He nods and leaves the room, phone in hand and a worried sigh leaving his nostrils. When the door closes behind him and he walks a bit further down the hallway, he picks up.

“Yes?”

“Is this Lieutenant Simon Riley?” A feminine voice asks from the other side. Sounds in the background, beeps and small, muffled voices.

“Affirmative, who’s this?” He frowns.

“This is from the Special Forces Manchester Hospital, are you familiar with the name- hmm…” She seems to be taking a couple seconds to read, and continues saying your name.

He freezes in place.

How long has it been since he last heard this name? How long has it been since you vanished like thin air, disappeared, stopped calling or answering? Busy. That’s what he thought. Busy with work, busy with anything. The two of you had always been two busy people, in a desperate need for time.

For a moment, in those torturous seconds of silence, Simon found himself praying to a God he wasn't even sure he believed in, that this nurse wouldn't tell him you’re dead.

“Yes.” It’s all he manages to say, with his eyes running down to the ground in a dead stare. Dead eyes. He gulps, after the despair in his chest makes him speak once again, “Why?”

“Well- sir, you’re her emergency number, we’re calling because we couldn’t manage any family members… She’s in a coma. She was severely injured in combat, and [...]”

His heart stops, like it never did before. He doesn't react, his eyes look around as if he's searching for something - as if searching for his own reaction hidden somewhere within that empty hallway. The weight of your dog tag around his neck seems to be suffocating him now.

To his silence, the woman continues.

“[...] it’s… currently sort of impossible to predict her state within the next few days, she’s fighting but struggling lots; can you come over?”

“Yes.” He sharply replies, immediately. His eyes are still on the ground as he closes his eyes, and nods. “I’ll be on my way, yes.”

“Good.” She replies, and he turns off.

For a moment, he stops to breathe; Ghost wipes his hand over his mouth in a somewhat guilty expression, he should have reached for you. He should have reached you the instant he missed you, your calls.

“Hell…” He shuts his eyes for a moment, his heart stings like he’s poisoned, it hurts - some sort of pain he swears to god, he probably never felt before. Not when he lost his training dog, nor when he lost friends before - maybe because there were always a lingering possibility between the two of you. It was nothing but a friendship, never had been - but every word, every phrase was full of underlines of sentiment, an immense desire to reveal his interior and spit out the fears he refused to speak about to anyone else.

It's the possibility that kills him now. Even after all this time, not for a second did you cease to exist in his troubled and saddened mind. Suppressed by all the worries and feelings he thought were more important than you.

Not for a moment did he stop thinking about that pleasant end to his career, the retirement he knew he deserved, a house at least isolated from the rest of the world with trees and streams, the snow falling when winter comes and the sun scorching the land. land when summer finally arrived. You, on the front porch.

You. You.

When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met

You were leaning back on the sofa, your legs stretched out by the small table that marked the space between you and the balcony railing of his apartment.

The rain fell calmly, some thunder, but few drops. The sound of them falling against the roofs of the houses below the level where you were was echoing in your ears, and he seemed busy drawing patterns among the heavy clouds that covered the sky.

He gave up trying to find any stars in that rainy sky and found comfort in finding your eyes instead. They were already watching him, almost expecting him to say something, even though the silence between two of you usually speaks volumes more than words itself; you’ve never been good with them, much less him.

Simon looked down at your dog tag, lying brightly on your bust exposed by the tank top you wore.

“What do you want to do after retiring?” He asked, his voice calm, his eyes almost closed. He took your necklace between his fingers calmly, and watched your shiny name exposed on the icy metal.

“Gotta be honest with you, can’t see myself retiring.” You replied, with your usual brutal honesty - something he particularly always liked so much about you. “What about you?”

You don’t mind him, you allow.

“Don’t know.” He was, too, brutally honest. “Seek fuckin’ forgiveness for my sins before I die and end up in hell, I suppose.”

You laughed.

“Oh, fuck. Gonna die trying to find that, mate.” You admit, raising your eyebrows in another big sip of your beer. “We’re all going to hell… At least we’ll all party there together.” You sounded fun, and your eyes turned into little lines with the genuine smile you let out when noticed that he too laughed at your joke.

“We’re partyin’? Tell me Johnny isn’t going…”

“He’s my first guest.” You laugh harder.

“Thought that’d be me.”

“You hate parties.” You raised your eyebrows.

“I don’t hate you.”

You silently smiled and looked away.

“Fair enough.”

When it came to the two of you, there was nothing but connotation.

You could spend hours in that apartment alone with him - and you did. Did plenty of times, and yet, among subtle touches and heartfelt conversations, the end would be the same. Not in his bed, not in yours: by the door, with a rueful look and smile on your face.

With a held back hug you never gave, a held back kiss you never allowed and an uncertain goodbye before departing on a mission that could take your or his life.

There was a phone call, once.

He called you late in the night. He was drunk. Too drunk.

“I’m scared.” His voice was low, fluttering, like those cold days he’d be waiting for his dad’s arrival in his bed, under the covers, terrified and alone. “I’m scared. Can- can I see you? Can I come over, please?”

As you hugged him on the couch in your own apartment now - that huge, strong, self-sufficient man collapsing in your lap like a baby in need of comfort, your heart was never right about anything like it was right about loving him. In that moment you knew it, you were fucking lost, taken, desperately in love.

You departed; you gave him your dog tag, he gave you his. A memory, an attempt. Do not forget me, you said. Don’t you dare forget me if I die, Simon Riley.

“I didn’t.”

He looks at you with regret. The devices that help you breathe keep him from seeing you fully, whole - but still behind all those hospital beeps and sounds, you're still as beautiful as the first time he saw you.

He wants to go back to the past. Reverse everything he did, redo it from scratch; the first time he saw you, the first time he felt his heart ache listening to you talk about another man, all the times he repressed his feelings and swore not to love you.

“I want to be with you.” He mutters, his eyes emptily stare down your almost lifeless hand resting over his. “After I retire. I want to be with you.” He says again, closing his eyes, shutting them tight like he’s trying his very best to repress the tears he wants so bad to let fall.

“I fuckin’ need you- I- how did this happen, how did you…” He gasps as the clock ticks, low, the sound of the hands ringing like doomsday inside his head. Every second that passed was one less with you. There are twenty minutes left for you to enter that operating room, and maybe you’ll never leave it again.

His eyes water and his legs give out, he kneels beside the bed, his suppressed voice sounding like a low, painful moan. The cry of a child who lost everything he had; of a confused teenager who would become a soldier, cold, dead inside, incapable of love - who loved you. Who loves you. “I’m scared. I’m scared- I love you.” He’d mutter, praying to all known gods to not take you. Take anything, anything from me; anything but her.

When the doctors came into the room and hurriedly moved your gurney to the ward in a desperate attempt to get your heart working again with the transplant, Simon sat in the waiting room with his face buried in his hands, his legs trembling. and the false hope that you would come back.

That you’ll be on that front porch, resting ever so happily, a bottle of beer in your hand and the dogs running around. He will have gotten rid of the mask and the habit of wearing it and you’ll be happy. You’ll be happy. You’ll be alive.

“God, please.” He mutters. “You’ve taken so much from me, now please, not this.”

He stands up as the doctor calls his name, with his heart on his hand and regret flashing his face off, he just wants another minute with you, another second with you, enough seconds so he can tell you he love you - he had, for most of his life and now, and he will, for the rest of his days with or without you.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met.

#simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x you #ghost cod #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #simon riley fluff #cod ghost #simon riley angst #angst #simon riley

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nailgunstigmata · 5 months

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i couldnt fall asleep and spent the last few hours watching tiktoks of people pretending to be wolves so i probably cant articulate this well rn but i think theres something deeply sad about how much of not just fandom but life in general is done with ironic detachment nowadays. a kind of plausible deniability of feeling anything at all. and i catch myself doing this too!! its just a lot easier to not be vulnerable and earnest online. baring ur soul in front of anyone is terrifying because ur always giving them the opportunity to hurt u when u do it

like even with this post a part of my brain is going ok its not that deep omg but like. maybe it is that deep. maybe the things we do and say and the way we navigate the world matters even in an online space about a sitcom. maybe everything can have meaning and we should be careful of what we are saying and listen to other people and try to be nice to each other because theres already plenty of cruelty in the world

and again i have the internet socialised part of my brain screaming at me that this is cringe and nobody cares but again thats stupid. like thats stupid. nobody is being held at gunpoint to read my dumb rambles and if people mock my words thats their personal failure and not mine. u just have to kinda not listen and be earnest anyways and be comforted by the fact that this mindset of self denial isnt healthy for anyone. u cant be detached and happy those two things are mutually exclusive and irony is a thing that can genuinely poison you. like im speaking from experience i literally have the same kind of brainrot and i think that most people have it, especially gen z since we grew up on the internet and started curating the way people perceive us online way too soon. like yeah theres a point where u only know the self that exists to be perceived and that sucks i think.

mocking others vulnerability is fun and safe but it cant make you happy. the only thing that can is being genuine and open and vulnerable. its scary but its the only way. what im trying to say is that the live laugh love girlies were kinda onto something (minus the christian fundamentalism) and we are gradually spiraling into a world in which nothing is real and everything is a commodity and the only way to save ur soul is to be genuine and earnest with people u love and with the world in general. lets cling to our humanity as capitalism alienates us and keeps us trapped in a perpetual cycle of dissatisfaction so we can consume and be consumed forever and ever while giving just enough to keep the engine pumping. im not saying that actively trying to be earnest is the antidote for capitalism but i do think it helps salvage our humanity. and i do think its the only way to be happy

#like yeah idk ill always be a person that feels things deeply and gets emotional about dumb things #and ive learned to grow a hard shell over my feelings that im still trying to whittle down #and even now its like. why am i saying over dumb things? why am i doing that to myself #theres no such thing as being emotional over a dumb thing because being emotional is never stupid. its good and important #this isnt sunny fandom specific just something ive noticed online #idk. and even in person. tho its worse online ofc because #further detachment via screen etc #i should sleep

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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hello my fellow solomon enjoyer in christ !!!!!! i hope you dont mind me dropping knto your inbox (i wanna befriend more solomon enjoyers if u dont midn that either ><) outta nowhere

your solomon snippet fromnthe other day is still stufk in my head (because firstly it heavily aligns w my own hcs and your writing is heartwrenchingly beautiful!!!) so i was wondering what other angst sol hcs you have !!!

have a lovely day !!! (also this is my fourth attempt bc tumblr keeps on crashing in the middle of writing this ask……. 😭)

HELLO!!!!! i dont mind one bit pls drop by whenever!!!! i am super excited whenever i see something in my inbox :D !!!!

FRIEND ??? YES I WOULD LOVE THAT i dont rlly have any obey me moots AAAAAAA RATTLING YOU RN

?>!@!>?@>?!>?@>?#!>?@ I LOVE IT WHEN MY HCS ALIGN W SOMEONE ELSES IT MAKES ME FEEL SO SMART LIKE YES!!!! I THOUGHT THAT TOO!!!!! AAAAA!!!!!!!

i have quite a few actually SO SO SO IM SO EXCITED TO SHARE JEHFHRGHGHRGRH YOU HAVE A GODO DAY TOO!!!! THANK YOU <33333 (tumblr is so annoying sometimes HELP)

SPOILERS FOR THE OG GAME LESSONS 16-17

His whole hehe haha jokey thing when he flirts with MC? It's because he doesn't want to get too attached because they're MORTAL but he's so desperately in love with them that he'd do anything for them!!! We've seen it!!! This man would fight DEMONS more powerful than him and go up against ANYTHING just so you're safe!!! GRAHHHH that scene in Nightbringer when Belphie was like "I'm mad." and Solomon was like "And you think I'm not?" FUCK THAT LIVES RENT FREE IN MY MIND I THINK ABOUT IT SO MUCH. Actions speak louder than words!!

He's had multiple nightmares about losing them to a demon, especially Belphegor because he actually killed MC. He also dreams of Lucifer threatening them (ANOTHER thing that happened in the OG game, but this was one that Solomon actually witnessed) except this time Solomon can't get to them and before he knows it their eyes are lifeless and he's the only one that seems to care on the dancefloor of demons who laugh at the existence of humans.

There's a small part of him that wants to convince MC to attempt to become immortal just like him so he can see them all the time, though the bigger part of him knows that isn't right. Please tell him it's okay to be selfish.

Every day, he insists on taking a picture of you. He has a secret little scrapbook of pictures and memories of you, daily memories of you. It doesn't matter if all you did that day was video call him, he'll take a screenshot of your smiling face and put that in his scrapbook. He does this so he'll have a timeline of your relationship, from the day one of you confessed to the day you pass. He'll be able to remember anything and everything about you even when you aren't there anymore.

Whenever you cuddle with Solomon and he rests his head on your chest, he's listening to your heartbeat. I actually think most if not ALL the obey me cast would do this (ESPECIALLY BELPHIE!!!!!!) just to check that you're still okay and haven't been hurt.

He has a habit of checking you for injuries whenever he sees you. He'll run his hands down your arms and down your waist just to make sure there's no wounds. It's become so habitual that he doesn't even really realize he's doing it anymore.

#tw: death #tw: murder #auburn's rambles <3 #obey me solomon #om solomon #obey me x reader #obey me angst #obey me #obey me solomon x reader #om! solomon x reader #om solomon x reader #solomon x reader

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Im an aspiring punk here ive wanting to start making my own stuff maby start a batle jacket or patch pants or somthing but those projects sound a bit intimidating. Do you have any recmondations on a good place to start?

hey ey!

to begin sorry for the late reply, i got a lot going on currently

to begin id advise collecting inspo for what kinda jackets/pants you want first. i use pinterest, tumblr and etsy to find inspo for my diy stuff. i like to sketch out different designs for my projects before making them, so i can try out what fits and what doesnt.

to practice id say starting by making patches and sewing them (use dental floss, its cheap and incredibly strong and durable) on for example a bag is the simplest way to introduce urself to patchmaking and sewing. i advise using the whip stitch to sew them on. when youre a bit more confident in ur skill level one of the easiest projects to start is a battlevest, since its mostly flat and straight fabric its easy to sew on and modify. most people find denim more difficult to sew on cause of its sturdiness but i prefer it for exactly that quality, it prevents the fabric from moving/stretching too much

you dont need expensive supplies, even stuff that might be seen as trash is very useful for punk diys, some old cloths and acrylic/fabric paint will already be enough for patches. i got a tutorial on my blog for stenciling them (let me know if you want me to link it). soda tabs can be used to make buttons/pins, chainmail, chains, and so much more. bottlecaps can also be made into different types of buttons/pins and chains (and more stuff i cant think of rn). you can get chains for cheap from hardware stores, id also keep an eye out for those chain dog collars in yardsales and such, theyre often very good quality (i got 3 all secondhand).

on that note, where can you find ur stuff for projects?? i get almost all my stuff secondhand. ive got at least 4 thriftstores nearby, and there are often fleamarkets around my area, which i always try to go to when i have the chance. fleamarkets are often announced in local newspapers or on posters around town. you might also find em by googling ur towns name and then "fleamarket" or "yardsale". if you live in a remote area where these things just dont exist i advise asking family/friends if they got old stuff they wanna get rid off. or to use online secondhand stores like vinted or depop (altho depop sellers often overprice, keep an eye out for cheap deals) for stuff you really cant get secondhand like spikes etc. i advise etsy. also if youre US based studsandspikes.com has tons of different spikes for cheap.

an important thing to remember is that your stuff wont and doesnt have to look perfect. your stuff will be messy and sometimes a project totally doesnt end up how you want and thats okay. fuck around and find out!

#my stuff #punk diy #diy fashion #diy punk #punk clothes #punk style #punk patches

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stupid-puppycat · 10 months

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pls infodump about ur agents

ok i think im just gonna type everything on my mind rn so this wont have any kind of continuity or shit so im sorry

also i know they talk inklish so idk if there a spanish or birtish version of it but idc!!! im going to ignore that ok so for agent four:

was 15 when marie made him agent 4, then he got hit with my transgender beam and changed his name to Four

sees Marie as a mother to him, and even if Marie thought that four was kinda weird at the start she warmed up to him

didn't talk a lot to marie af the start either, kinda just. looked at her, but as time went by he started to get more and more comfortable and started to get very talkative

met with the other agents at octo canyon-Tentakeel Outpost after octo expansion, so never got to see three without the scar on their face

the only one of the agents who finished school, three dropped out and eight couldn't go anymore after going to the surface

even if he acts really silly and goofy he’s not stupid, especially good at math!

fucking LOVES soda, really really rarely drinks water

bites eight and three out of nowhere, his way to show affection <3

sleeps a lot, likes to go into swimform and sleep in top of three or eight

in swimform, one of his tentacles is shorter than the other

(idc if games and franchises like this wouldn't exist in the splatoon world.... i have to project) LOVES pokemon, like an insane amount, has finished pokemon platinum like 50 times at this point

works at salmon run to earn all of his money, doesn't really do agent stuff like missions anymore

gets """bullied""" by my two neo 3s, they just love to make pranks on him

good relationship with his brother even if they don't talk a lot, relationship with parents.... not so good

The three of the agents live at Four’s house

in a polycule with three and eight, he was the first to confess

used to have a really strong latino/spanish accent, no longer soo noticeable but still there ( bilingual )

teaches Eight bad words in spanish telling her they are cute pet names and stuff

Agent 8:

was 15 when all of the octo expansion stuff happened, 10 when first got in all the octo army stuff

transfem, started to socially transition and do voice training a little before octo expansion, officially started to get hrt at like 17-18

Ptsd and memory issues, gets a lot of nightmares about the deep sea metro so she likes to sleep with four or three for comfort

Still in contact with pearl and marina, really good relationship!!

completely amazed at inkling culture, even tho she doesn’t like that there is almost none octopus stuff

can’t stand some textures or foods, also doesn’t drink stuff with too much gas since she says its " too strong for her "

loves to paint and write poems!!

Four helps her with her estrogen injections since Three is REALLY scared of needles ( octo expansion stuff )

eats peppers as if they were apples, yummy

the one who gets up early ( like at 6am )

also the one who cooks because the other two will probably put the kitchen on fire ( especially three. )

bilingual, knows perfect octarian and a good inklish

has a british accent when talking in inklish, trying to learn spanish (whatever name infish have for spanish ) because three and four keep talking it and she doesn't understand a thing

doesn’t usually participate in turf war or anarchy battles, maybe sometimes she plays splatzones. only plays turf war when in the same team as three and/or four on splatfest

the only one who can actually make both of neo 3s to behave properly ( most of the time...)

LOVES judd and lil’ judd, like absolutely obsessed with them

octoling’s tentacles are prehensile, so when she kisses or hugs the other agents her tentacles try and grab them by the face ( also they move around a lot when happy !! )

also likes to bite as a way to show affection, but does more carefully because she’s venomous ( just a little bit, tho! )

loves LOVES being the small spoon despite being the tallest of the three! ( 172cm tall !! woah.. )

Agent 3:

was 14 when recruited by captain cuttlefish, 16 when octo expansion stuff happened

scar on their face thanks to sanitization ! it kinda burned their skin... ouch !

big fangs that stick out, constantly bites their own tongue accidentally

has this dead/tired face :| but they're actually really silly too, just more chill than Four

cut their tail when they got into the new squidbeak splatoon, but its now growing back

selective mutism, learned sign language at like, 16? at the start Marie had to translate sign language to the neo3s

loves wearing his hero-headgear, they were modified to work like noise cancelers whenever he wants to

likes to sing, but is kinda shy about it

Also loves pokemon ! but more on the competitive side of it more than the casual, completely destroys Four when playing against him

loves when Eight or Four just. lay on top of them, like putting their whole weight on top of them.

can purr, both eight and four are fascinated by it??, no idea how they do it but its cute so its okay

when they and Four were teenagers, they loved to show him stuff he stole from enemy octolings, or just stuff they found cod knows where

has to do trips to alterna that usually last like 1-2 weeks? Four and Eight bake cookies for them <3

THEY ACTUALLY SHOWERS NOW, but forgets to wash their clothes so idk how much of a difference that makes

ALSO knows inklish and spanish! they have little to no spanish accent, their voice get a little more husky when talking in spanish tho

teaches Eight hard to pronounce spanish words because they like hearing her try and say it with her british accent

rubs their face against the other agents face / body to demand attention / show affection

HAS A CAT ALLERGY, you know how bad luck that is? the only mammals alive on your world and you're allergic to them?

also works at salmon run, but not really in the same team as Four or else they both get really distracted being GAY.

kinda tries to ""babysit"" the neo3s, but they always tease them and prank them...

#splatoon #agent 4 #agent 8 #agent 3 #mentions of neo 3 #puppycat asks

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bingoboingobongo · 1 year

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task force 141 holiday headcanons

A/N: no bc like how fun would it be to spend christmas with the 141 like bffr rn. also feel free to send in requests for future posts ;)

soap

tbh i think soap would be the most hyped for it, he's the kind of mf who starts celebrating in november (besides it's not like he celebrates thanksgiving). like as soon as the weather starts getting chilly he's humming "last christmas" by wham! under his breath on missions and planning out christmas gifts for each team member. soap also wears santa hats whenever he can, and he tries to get the others to wear them too. he can usually get you, price, and gaz on board, but he's never gotten ghost. it's soap's life mission to see ghost in a santa hat though.

gaz

gaz seems like he'd be excited for christmas too, but not as excited as soap (at least he doesn't show it as much as soap). gaz is the kind of guy who looks forward to relaxing and doing nothing during christmas whereas soap looks forward to all the traditional christmas activities, setting up the tree, making a gingerbread house, buying presents, the whole shebang. on another note, i am officially announcing that gaz is stupid good at making gingerbread houses. like it's not fair how good he is. apparently it's because he's been making them with his family ever since he was a kid, but still. it's like scary impressive how good he is. like he will casually suggest building a multistory house with functional utilities, a garage with a working door, and a gingerbread remote controlled car.

price

price is a big softie for christmas. lord knows he can't go a single year without telling the task force about the christmas truce of world war one. and im serious about that, like sometime before christmas he will call everyone to the dining hall before dinner is served and make them listen to his speech about how the christmas truce should be a reminder that humanity still exists and it's important to treat fellow soldiers with respect and dignity. obviously super important stuff but it's sorta like the bullying presentations they show you in elementary school, in that you've heard it so many times you're just over it. besides that tho, price is pretty gung ho about christmas. again he doesn't get as festive as soap does (bc nobody can get as festive as soap does) but he's definitely in a happier mood because he let's the team get away with a lot more shenanigans during the winter season. on another note, he's also a big fan of eggnog, but he says the eggnog that soap makes is too sweet, even when soap doesn't even add any sugar. he always drinks it though, and sometimes he tells soap to make a batch just for him.

alejandro

alejandro and rudy both flew up from mexico to spend christmas with y'all and they are living their best life fr. idk why but im in love with the idea of alejandro drinking soaps eggnog but also sneaking a bit of bourbon into it. according to him it's because soap's eggnog tastes like shit and he needs to make it better, but you're pretty sure he's just ready to get drunk. he's definitely more chill about christmas than rudy, but he always gets involved in the festivities. one time he tried to decorate a gingerbread cookie, but when it turned out bad he made a show out of giving up and went to go talk and drink with price. he also is a big fan of mistletoe, not necessarily the kissing part just the concept. plus he thinks the plant is pretty.

rudy

rudy won't stop talking about the weather and how excited he is to have a white christmas (he's never experienced one before) and he's also completely in awe of the gingerbread houses gaz makes. rudy's actually a really good artist though, and so he makes the cutest little gingerbread cookies you've ever seen. he's also a firm believer in eating the head first to take the gingerbread man out of it's misery. rudy also really really likes buying stocking stuffers, and he'll drag you along to go shopping with him for like an entire day just shopping for candies and snacks and stupid knick knacks. if there's a competition for holiday spirit, it's definitely a toss up between rudy and soap.

ghost

and now for y'all's favorite: ghost. ghost tells people that he's ambivalent about christmas but it's clear he enjoys it. he doesn't sing carols or decorate gingerbread cookies with the rest of the team, but he'll sit on the side and watch everyone else, a cup of soap's eggnog in his hands. one thing he does partake in is decorating the tree, but that's mostly because soap always asks him to decorate the top of the tree. he also worries a lot about gifts, not because he's scared he's gonna get bad ones, but he's scared he's gonna get good ones. ghost's very conscious of the persona he puts on, and he feels like it would be contradictory if he got a super heartfelt gift for the team even though he knows they would love it. in the end though, he still gets them it anyways but tries to counteract it by not wrapping it and just slapping on a bow and trying to act nonchalant about it. he always takes careful note of how they respond though.

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