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they/she 16+ i made a lot of ppl cry

[kib-ble]

hi everyone! i quit writing for now but hopefully in the future i will come back. my account will not delete for everyone who loved my stories and would like to continue to read them!!

love you all and thank you for the support!!

[sidsinning]

The way Gwen and Miles both switch to some goofy ass deep voice when talking to their dads as Spider Woman/Man jsnsjdjkr

[shuploc]

Am I intentionally making him look more like Oscar Isaac? The world way never know...

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SMASHHHH

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her knight in shining blood

i was listened to bf asmr’s yesterday and got this idea (don’t judge me, i’m depressed and i also pulled this out of my ass, once again, so it’s very rushed)

(knight!simon riley x princess reader)

he watched as new suitors came into the kingdom to present the princess their hand, only to be rejected each time. he heard the words from her father, the king, “stop being so picky, you need to marry royalty.” to which she looked over at him, a small look of pain written on her face.

simon knew what was running through her mind, the annoyance that no one will listen to her when she says she doesn’t want to marry royalty, instead her own knight that was assigned to protect her.

he knew the pain all too well. with one of the neighboring kingdoms planning to kidnap the princess after she rejected their prince, simon kept a high alert of people who come near his true love. his eyes were on her, always.

she got up after the king dismissed her, walking straight towards simon. he watched her intently, her every move was remembered in his mind.

“i wanna go on a walk,” she said, with no room for argument. she needs to clear her head, he thought. “come on.”

she walked away first, as he looked over at the king and nodded. he took the side next to her, their hands grazing against each other as they walked. they had waited till they were out of the castle to hold hands. if anyone said anything, the only response would be “she tries to wander off”, which is true, the princess tries to sneak off.

they walk next to a small part of the town, where it isn’t that busy. a small smile appears on simons lips as he watches her talk about her day. the topic of marriage comes up again and he pauses.

“i want to marry you, not some annoying prince..” she speaks softly, the words ring in his ears for a few moments. ‘i want to marry you’.

“why can’t i marry based on love, not wealth?”

“your kingdom is dying, your highness, you would be risking the fall of your rein.” he stopped walking and turned to look at her, “i need you to understand that you have to marry a suitor, forget about me, my love.”

she gasped and let go of his hand, “i will do no such thing! i love you and will not trade my love for money!”

“marriage is not based on love, it’s based on money and success. i have neither and cannot provide for you. i can only give you my strength.” his head dropped slightly, like a small bow.

“i want not to marry for money, i could give two shits about money, i want to be happy.” she raises her voice slightly, but he could hear the breaking in it.

“your highness, i will not let you throw away your rein for a knight! you know better than this!” now he felt like the king, scolding her on something she already knows. she stepped back slightly and stared at him.

“fine. i will marry a suitor, but im not giving up on us.” she turned around and started to walk back to the castle for bed. simon sighed and followed moments after, watching her waved and smile at the villagers like they didn’t just have an argument. he knew better, she wasn’t happy. she was on the verge of breaking.

~the next day~

with all the talk about the princess and kidnapping, simons guard was raised. he only left her side when she needed to go the bathroom. she wasn’t allowed in the village no more.

the neighboring kingdom had began their attack, leading closer to the castle. they weren’t very stealthy, only loud and obnoxious. simon watched as the princess paced back and forth. he had just told her the news of him fighting the battle.

“you cant do this! what if they come to the castle and try to take me! who would be protecting me then?”

he stood up from his spot and walked over to her, grabbing her hands and holding them tightly. their eyes met and he swore he could see them light up. “i am fighting for you. i will come back to you if something happens. i was assigned to be your knight and i will never stop fighting until this world no longer threatens you, my princess.”

his forehead rests against hers as they both close their eyes. they’re happy and they’re content.

“i must ask one thing from you, your highness..”

“yes, anything. what do you need from me, simon.” her eyes pleading as she softly spoke.

“may i have a kiss?” his tone sounded suggestive and soft. her arms wrapped tightly around his neck, not to choke him but to hold onto him, as she kissed him slowly and contently. his big, strong hands held her waist to stabilzed her as she stood on her tippy-toes.

when they pulled away, they were both out of breathe and smiled heavily at each other. her forehead rested on his strong chest inbetween her hands.

“promise me something?”

“yes, my princess?”

“you’ll come back to me tomorrow”

“i would never think to leave you alone in a world that only wants to harm you.” she smiles softly at this, placing her hand and forehead on his strong chest. her protector would never leave her.

~next day~

the princess was locked within the wall of her castle, with her family and royal servants. only the knights left the walls. which included simon.

she looked out of her room, over the vast land of her kingdom, where she could see them fight.

she could see the men fall from their horses and other being stabbed. she only hoped and wished simon would come back to her.

the fight lasted for weeks, with no breaks. she was left alone to wonder with her true love was slain or would he come back to her.

with rumors spreading through the streets that simon had been killed, she felt like her world had crumbled beneath her feet.

her simon, was murdered by a man who couldn’t accept rejection. disgusting king behavior. she sobbed for days until it was confirmed the soldiers were heading home and she had to greet them by the gates.

her and her family stood and welcomed all the soldiers back from their fight, thanking them and wishing them the best with healing. when it came to the very injured wagon of soldiers, she had noticed a very recognizable mask.

her simon was alive.

she ran to him and hugged him very tightly, being very wary of his wounds. she could feel his smile as he hugged her back with one arm, the other sitting at his side. he pulled her into his lap and held her tight.

“i thought you had died! everyone had said so!!” she softly yelled, holding his face and crying.

his hand wiped her tears, “i would never think about it, my love.”

she had snuggled into his lap, holding his as tightly as she could and as her parents watched the true love unfold, they realized you can’t marry for money, but for love. 🫶

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AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

HOLY SHIT THANK YOU GUYS IM LITERALLY CRYING RN OMG

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imagine ghost holding you tight after a long mission. a dangerous one at that.

his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you off the ground. his nose pushed into your neck, inhaling your scent. not in a weird way, but a comforting way. you smelled like home, which was something that simon had never fully had in his life until he had met you.

your arms wrapped around his neck as you played with his hair by the nape of his neck. you feel him smile at your touch, his arms somehow tightening around your waist.

one hand reached toward your thighs and pulls them around his waist to fully hold you to him. your legs instinctively tighten as one hand rests on your waist and the other on your butt.

“i missed you so much, baby.” you speak softly in his ear.

“‘missed you too lovie, so much.” you can hear his voice crack mid sentence. tears spill out of his eyes and onto your shoulder. simon always had a house, but now he fully had a home.

(pulled this out of my ass in 5 minutes, enjoy)

[thewormodyssey]

He's clingy :3

[noboartfart]

I'm obsessed with drawing him omg

[shuploc]

I wish I had a silly little excuse for drawing this, but I don’t. Enjoy! 

[kib-ble]

HOLY DAMN DADDY FUCKK

[popclture]

Rest in Peace Angus Cloud (1998-2023)

[inkdrinkerworld]

idk if it’s weird but do you know that thing where you grab your boobs for comfort?? imagine doing that to miguel 😭😭

omg omg😭😭

you're laying in bed unable to fall asleep when it happens. your hand just creeps up his shirt.

miguel doesn't think much of it, you like the skin in skin contact- so does he.

it's when your hand hovers just under his pectorals that he turns to you and raises an eyebrow.

he's still working, hair tired back with one of your scrunchies and his tablet looks tiny in his massive hand. he'd been trying to hypothesise a re-calibration to his nano-bots all day.

"what do you want?" he asks, looking down at you with curious eyes.

your eyes are barely even open, your face turned to face his bicep. "can't sleep," you murmur, planting your hand on his chest and squeezing.

"oye," he bats at your hand when you do it a second time. you groan when his hand removes yours from under his shirt.

"miguel," you whine, drawing the syllables of his name out long.

"amor," he mocks your exact tone. "why're you grabbing my chest?" he drops your hand and cups your face, guiding your tired eyes to rest on his face.

"'cos it's comforting," your words sludge together but miguel makes you out just fine. he cracks a smile, you narrow your barely open eyes; "it is. helps me sleep."

"yeah?" he teases, and you nod. your hand slinks back up his shirt and rests on his chest, for the most part it's just an added heat to miguel's chest. "if you don't fall asleep any faster i'm calling bullshit."

you let out a tired giggle and slobber a kiss to his bicep; miguel waits five minutes and in no time he feels your breathing change- deeper now as you fall asleep.

he can't believe it.

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i need a miggy in my life 😭

[teletwobees]

Lover🌷

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the “twilight trope” where your vampire boyfriend tries his best to keep you safe and away from that part of the world but you end up getting injured so he leaves to protect you… only for you to follow him….

new story?

[teletwobees]

Miggy🚗🚗

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ik he smells good… just saying

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i had a bad day so it’s now gonna be a bad day for you too 🤭

(simon ghost riley x reader)

tw: death obvi

the video of you replayed in simons head. your mouth taped shut and you screaming as you were beat. the angry he felt was unbearable. price and soap held him back from going on a suicide mission to go find you.

“we have to be smart about this.” said price, “they know who she is and what she means to you, they wanna break you, simon.”

‘simon’ it was his name, of course but only you called him by his name. price has to get into his head to make him understand, and he did.

they tracked the I.P address and your were able to find you.

it was a shaky, rundown building. not guarded by more then 20 guards. they were no match for the 141.

the teams were the same as always, price and gaz, ghost and soap. they quickly found the room you were tied up in, floors were covered in your blood and you say still. most would say you were dead but simon wouldn’t give up on you like that. they slowly let their guard down as they walked silently into your room

their first mistake.

“love?” simon spoke, words he hadn’t said in over 4 months since he last saw you. “love, please… talk to me..”

his voice was small and shaky. he knew the chances you were dead but didn’t believe it. you raised your head and looked at him. “sim-“

the time slowed as he watched your body hit the ground. a gunshot rang through the two soldiers ears. soap spun around and shot the guy, making him drop as simon ran to you.

he grabbed your face and pulled you into his lap. “love, please. open those pretty eyes for me.. let me see ‘em”

your eyes slowly fluttered open, looking up at him in the dark room. “hurts… rally bad si..”

“i know baby.. i know. keep those eyes open for me and i’ll get you help.” his begging made soap turn to tears. the one person he could rely on the most was shot and dying in his arms. fuck, life was so unfair.

simon cut your rope-handcuffs and slowly picked you up. he tried to shush your whimpers to no avail. “baby, please don’t leave me.. johnny go! we gotta go now!”

“ghost…” soap spoke, so softly, “she’s gone, mate.”

his eyes widened as he looked down, your body had gone completely limp and your eyes had shut. the blood from the wound now covered his hands and arms.

simon walked out of that building holding you tight to his chest, knowing this would be the last time he held you.

[wallbang-buzzkill]

when he comes back to you, gently examine for scratches

[lurrlonde]

mw2 doodle dump