i feel so defensive and protective of people with ARFID like if i had a disorder that made my brain register 90% of food as poison for no reason and i had a bazillion people on the internet constantly calling me a manchild who needs to just grow up and stop being a picky eater i would start killing people
people with ARFID and people with very few autism safe foods and people with contamination OCD and people in ED recovery and everyone else with a complicated relationship with food that no one takes seriously GET BEHIND ME!!!!!!!
"it's just growing pains" -> "you're too young for that to hurt that bad" -> "you just need to get in better shape" -> "welcome to being old, everyone is in pain"
Forgot that I wrote a whole bunch of shit I can post here now hereโs some Simon Riley x reader workplace fluff and listen, the jealous mean girl trope will never be overdone for me I love it as a former bullying victim to have those bitches put in their place
Simon becoming enamored with you, the new administration assistant. Thinking about how to show affection without being vulnerable, he orders flowers to be delivered, researched their meanings and everything. Not signed and with no note but absolutely for you.
It becomes a weekly thing then, every Monday a new bouquet is delivered and on Friday you bring them home to press them. Theyโre even scheduled to arrive when the team is on missions.
Six months in, a new girl starts working there and after two weeks is jealous and annoyed by the attention. โAccidentallyโ knocks over and shatters the vase, Simon runs out and has you fill up his water bottle and put them in there instead. One Monday the flowers are intercepted by her and thrown away. Simon checks the cameras and calls the delivery guy to confirm and insists a new one be delivered on Tuesday instead. Simon confronts the woman saying he knows sheโd done it and the woman claims itโs unfair that โsomeone like herโ gets all this attention from an admirer. Simon asks what, โsomeone like herโ means, โso, kind and gentle and thoughtful and funny and smart?โ
You overhear and confront him. Asking if it was him whoโd been sending the flowers, he admits it shyly and that heโd never been good at stuff like this. You smile and blush and stutter that heโll have to come over some time and see what youโve done with the pressed flowers. Heโs in love.
Hmmmm TF141 having matching tattoos of something stupid like a frog or something
Little frogs wearing different hats? Maybe little ducks! Maybe they each have 3, one for each of the other members
Theyโre not all the same style, blended in to fit whatever they already have but itโs stupid and still sticks out but it means theyโve got each other
Something about Gaz being a famous actor and when he starts shooting this new action movie they bring in some professional fight choreographers for him and wow good thing heโs a good enough actor to trick them into pinning him during lessons. Though maybe he underestimated this former Captain and his Lieutenant because when they realize heโs doing it on purpose? That boy is spit roasted in his dressing room; Simonโs cock thick and heavy on his tongue while John stuffs his hole at a brutal pace, draping himself over Kyleโs back to whisper.
โIf you wanted to be under us so bad you could have just asked, lad.โ
Simon โGhostโ Riley x reader, fem!reader, grief and mourning, finding light in dark times type shit, children, dog, good friend Kyle โGazโ Garrick, implied SoapGaz, implied Ghoap, (platonic or romantic for either tbh), completely unedited or proofread since Iโm taking a nap
Kyle Garrick was a persistent bastard, heโd give him that. Never one to back down from a challenge or a fight, and boy did Simon put up a fight.
He had absolutely no interest in joining the Sargent on a walk. With the manโs nephews nonetheless. Gaz had thrown around the idea casually of visiting the park to watch screaming children play and their parents take every moment for granted as they sat on their phones. But Kyle wouldnโt take no for an answer, eventually settling on the agreement that the walk was for the dog, not Simon, and that he could sit under the veranda nearby rather than next to the playground itself.
So thatโs where they were heading. Two little boys being pulled in a wagon, arguing over whose water bottle was whose and โwhy did Theo get to bring his figurine and I couldnโt bring my book?โ, โbecause, James, your book is from the library and it canโt get lost or dirtyโ.
Simon hung back a bit behind, walking Tex at a leisurely pace, occasionally letting the pup stop to piss or smell a bush and then piss. Tex was a good dog, a shit listener sometimes but never showed aggression, hence why heโd been thrown out of the military training program and found his way to the Lieutenant.
The park was chaotic, about a dozen kids running around and a stack of bikes thrown haphazardly by the sidewalk, parents huddled together in conversation and an old woman sat on a bench knitting, foot rolling a buggy back and forth for the sleeping infant inside.
โOh shit, mate,โ Kyle sighed glancing over his shoulder to his shadow. โLooks like theyโve got a party or something going on at the veranda. But thereโs an open bench closer to the playground you two can sit at.โ Heโd thrown a sympathetic smile to Simon, clearly feeling guilty over the change in plans.
They strode to the bench before it could be snatched up and the twins scrambled out of the wagon, eager to join in on the fun. Kyle dropped heavily onto the seat and gestured with his chin for Simon to take a load off as well.
โNo matter how many times I haul my kit around the world on mission, itโll never be as heavy as pullinโ those two boys in this thing.โ Heโd kicked the wagon with his shoe.
Simon hummed and made Tex lay near his feet, unclipping the portable water bowl from the leash and portioning some out for the pup.
The unspoken grief the two men were experiencing was weighing them down significantly. Johnnyโs death was hard for all of them. Heโd known Soap and Gaz were close, the younger members of their team got along well with shared interests and easy banter. And Ghostโฆhe saw a lot of his own brother in Soap. And as painful as it was, the fullness in his heart never outweighed the sting of losing his brother. Though sometimes it came close, when he had his own banter with Johnny and when they saved one anotherโs lives.
Now he was gone, too. The one time Ghost wasnโt there to watch his back, Makarov slipped in and snuffed out the only spot of brightness heโd been able to find after all these years.
Heโd become numb to it now, the ache of loss.
But Kyle hadnโt. And he thinks that maybe the two of them had more in common than he was lead to believe. That maybe Johnny was Kyleโs spot of sunshine, too.
The summer sun felt nothing like Soapโs easy grin or the warmth of his touch.
However, the universe works in strange ways, like a young girl skipping up to them, another trailing behind, followed by a flustered woman with an apologetic smile, the youngest of the bunch sat on her hip.
โIs she a service dog?โ The tone the girl used was practiced, like the etiquette of asking to pet a dog was a learned behavior rather than impulsive entitlement driving her forwards without permission.
โIโm so sorryโโ The woman rushed to escort what was obviously her charge away but Simon found his voice steady and quick.
โNo, heโs not, she can pet him if she wants.โ
Tension in her shoulders seemed to ease, a shy smile spreading her pretty lips. It was then heโd noticed her top, sunflowers imprinted on its surface. She reminded him of one, bright and beautiful but understated.
โGo on, honey what do we say?โ Her voice was gentle and warm in that perfect motherly way.
โThank you, mister.โ
โI wanna pet him too!โ
โGirls,โ her correction were firm but kind. โBe gentle and donโt overwhelm him.โ
โSorry, auntie.โ Not their mother then, huh?
She moved to place the youngest down, the little girls feet taking confidently wobbly steps towards the others.
Rex for his part, was soaking up the attention, scratches to his belly and pets to the top of his head, cooing little girls calling him a good boy in goofy voices.
When their aunt kneeled down with the youngest, guiding her little hand to stroke the dogs back, heโd taken a moment to glance at Kyle, the man clearly enjoying the scene before him, head propped up on his fist, elbow on his knee. A soft smile decorated his face and the two men made eye contact. A shared sense of comfort was found in this womanโs presence. Her laugh loud and carefree when Rex lapped at her face while the little girls around her giggled, clutching their stomachs and falling over.
The baby clapped her hands and grinned up at Simon and for the first time in his entire life he thought about what it would be like to be a dad. To love someone unconditionally and teach and guide them to be good people with big hearts and kindness ingrained in their being. The antithesis of how heโd grown up. Heโd always been afraid of becoming like his old man but heโd never considered that he could break the cycle. Just like Tommy tried to do. Maybe he could honor the brothers he lost that way.
And this woman with the sunflower shirt and the big smile and untamed laugh and clear overflowing love for children who were not even her own might have just unlocked a part of himself heโd hidden away all these years. A part that was soft and tender.
And by the look on her face when they next met eyes, she knew it too, and she smiled again, shy this time, soft blush coloring her face and dog slobber wetting her cheek as she whispered her name.
i'm sorry i didn't respond to your DM for 23 days. the number on the notification icon got really big and i began having irrational anxious thoughts such as "what if people are in there trying to contact me"
My husband got so happy when he saw me writing fic yesterday because he remembered how happy it made me in my old fandom to be a writer and it made me cry because I never realized it was so obvious when I lost my โsparkโ
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