The difference between Ghost, Simon Riley and Simon
Warning: domestic violence (while he was sleeping), death of a bird and descriptions of it dying,
Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x reader
Ghost who dreams of contorting bodies, boiling into liquid flesh and forming together into a singular blob of agony. In the dream, the monster chases him down until his lungs give out and he collapses. He wakes up before he can see himself die. As soon as your soft crying hits his ears and he sees the claw marks he left across your skin during his nightmare, he wants the ground to swallow him.
Ghost who is woken up rudely by an obnoxiously loud bird, chirping away and completely unaware. You wake up to Ghost up in a tree, snapping a bird's neck and watching as the life drains out of it.
Ghost who sleeps around, his callsign a perfect description of his dating life. A hookup or two at best and then ghost.
Ghost who punches and shoots and kills and regrets nothing, each precise movement learned and already sewn into his head. The turn of a head and the sound of the neck breaking, the temperature of hot seeping out of more or less innocent bodies, the weight of his armour, saving him not only from bullets but from the feelings you can flee as long as he wears it.
Simon Riley who watches out for his fellow teammates when they go out to drink, staying almost entirely sober and talking the bullshit out of their heads.
Simon Riley who goes to the BBQ your next-door neighbours had invited you, even taking care of the meat a bit. Afterwards, while you're driving home, he tells you about each of the guests' dietary preferences, even explaining where he thinks some of them came from.
Simon Riley who has a spreadsheet with all of the things you like, obsessive about getting you the best gifts and knowing everything about you. After each date he marks it down and writes about ehat you talked about.
Simon Riley who gets you flowers after every deployment, filling the vase in your entryroom with beautiful arrangement of blue and yellow and pink and green. You always put your arms around his shoulders and in those moments, he feels like he has a purpose in life.
Simon Riley who feels empty a lot. Even if loving up on you, spending time with his teammates outside of the military and even getting new friends who didn't know the first thing about the military filled his life and calendar outwardly, he felt incomplete. No reason to live.
Simon who opens up to you about it one Saturday evening. You look up at him from your position on the sofa, eyebrows knitted together and a slight frown on your face. You open your arms for him and start telling him about how much you love him, the fact that life doesn't have to have a purpose and that his purpose for now could be finding his purpose.
Simon who goes on long walks with you. Except no one would know that you're a couple. His hands are in his pockets and yours are swinging alongside your legs. You're smiling and he's burried his face into his scarf, expression completely neutral. It's the best he's ever felt, he's sure, as a gentle breeze brushing over his face and you're next to him, talking and listening to him.
Simon who doesn't wake up before you anymore, body completely relaxing into the matress. One time you found him drooling on the pillow, face relaxed and so innocent
Simon who doesn't know what to do when he wakes up and sees you crying because of him. Slowly, he wraps his arms around you and tucks you into his lap, gliding his hand across your hair. "I'm sorry, I'm so so sorry," he whispers. "Are you okay?" You nod as he calms you, relaxing into his embrace.
Hey guys! I just wanted to share this little snippet of the next story I’m writing. This will probably be my next series. I’m kinda excited about the idea.
Pitt Masterlist
Michael Robinavitch has a daughter…
Michael Robinavitch hadn’t thought much about the daughter he left behind.
Not since the day he signed away his parental rights twenty-three years ago, when her mother got married to a more reliable man. She’d been four years old; small enough to still reach for his hand, too young to understand why he stopped showing up.
It had all started with one stupid decision. A drunken one-night stand at a college party during his senior year of undergrad. A mistake made by a twenty- three year old who thought he had his whole life ahead of him and wasn’t ready to be anyone’s father.
Now, at fifty, it was almost ironic.
After years spent at PTMC watching families fall apart in the worst moments of their lives and doing everything he could to keep them together; all Robby wanted was a family of his own.
But the little girl with big brown eyes had long since become nothing more than a memory. A life he convinced himself never really happened. A chapter buried so deeply in the past that it almost felt imagined.
Until a new nurse practitioner started at PTMC.
She was twenty-seven. Bright. Bubbly. Effortlessly kind. The kind of person who could make even the most exhausted patient smile.
And when she laughed, her chocolate-brown eyes crinkled in exactly the same way the chief attending’s did.
Will Robby recognize the daughter he hasn’t seen in twenty-three years?
Does she even know that the physician signing off on her orders is the biological father who walked away?
Or is PTMC about to become the setting for a reunion neither of them ever saw coming?
I think it might eventually turn into Frank Langdon being the love interest but i’m undecided. I just think that would add some dirt into the wound for more drama. But it will mostly been about Robby and his daughter’s relationship. Let me know what you think!!!
TUMBLR IS BEING WEIRD ABT THE REQUEST AGAIN AND I CANT ANSWER IT SO HERES THE SCREENSHOTS
The Day it Happened (A Oneshot) Rise!Leonardo X Reader
Prequel to this Oneshot!
Warnings/Tags: POST movie!! Spoilers ahead!! Self hatred, Inferiority complex, logical fallacies (Leo), 3000 something words of slow burn? (Idk I didn’t count), Reader is human but could be up to interpretation, did I go overboard with the yearning? Tune in to find out! Third person monologuing, Hurt-comfort! …or is it?
A/N: this is kinda out of character for how I usually write Leo, HOWEVER HEAR ME OUT—! I wrote this through more of the idea that he’d go through a major depressive episode after the events of the Movie. I feel like for most of Leo’s life, he has that passive sort of “yeah, I’m not that great without my brothers” but I feel like right after the movie it would be even WORSE… so that’s what this Oneshot is! :D
— Selective third person — Leo
Perfect.
That was definitely the right description for them.
They must have been sent by the stars, sat in the plush cushions of a a first class train down to earth— NYC never had trains like that. Their clothes always draped over their frame like angel wings or goddess robes, their eyes captured galaxies and poured them back into the soul of everyone they met.
That’s how Leo saw Y/n.
With a laugh like wedding bells, and a heart like pixie dust.
They didn’t belong here, in the dirty sewers. They didn’t belong in his room, which he knew probably smelled faintly like pizza and rotting parchment. of course, he was too used to the smell to care but THEY didn’t belong in a place that always seemed somewhat disgusting.
They shouldn’t be around him enough to still smell like his hoodie when they returned the next day— as a matter of fact, there shouldn’t be back to back hangouts at ALL!
He shouldn’t be allowed to pat their head, or carry them over rooftops, or portal them to school, to work, to his home, their home—
They belonged up there, with all the other humans, living out a 10/10 romcom that he’d most definitely watch and laugh at.
So then, why?
..Why were their eyes on only him?
It had to be some bullshit about opposites attracting, given his cursed upbringing. A weapon of war, keeping such intimate eye contact with a masterpiece painted by the stars. He had to be dreaming. A foolish spell from some scheming yokai in the hidden city. It couldn’t be true, but… his observations had never been wrong before.
Not one soul could ever look at someone the way they looked at him and mean it platonically. The way they shied away whenever he teased them, and giggled when he pulled them into his side as a joke.. nobody just did that to someone they felt normal about.
Yes, he reciprocated those feelings, but that was natural for someone they had never met— well… unless April countrd, but still! He was a mutant, they were a human, he usually didn’t interact with those. It’s natural he was going to feel weird things, but he didn’t expect them to ever consider him in their list of possible candidates.
So what did he do? He knew he wasn’t the right option, knew they should be with someone else— so he did what he always did. He brushed it off.
At least, he thought he did.
For some reason, he found himself often in the middle of a passing glance. More than once, they had shot him a small smile, a quiet remark to one of his jokes, a hand on his shoulder that sent him straight up to heaven—Y/n! I can see your angel house from here!— and then right back down to earth again. He wasn’t the one doing it. As far as he was aware, he had stopped his advances entirely.
So why were they advancing?
They clearly didn’t understand what they were doing, they couldn’t— not the shy character he knew and loved. He had to investigate, had to find out. Had to know.
He could ask his brothers… no, the amount of unhelpful they’d be would rival Red Fox in the earlier movies. Her debut was subpar.. ugh! This was stupid! He knew they reciprocated his feelings, why did he have to be…
..Himself?
———
They looked so breath-taking in the lighting above NYC, the sunset carved contrasted panels across their face, wind tousled with their hair as the warm light made their skin glow. The whole scene was sculpture-worthy.
Why did fate tempt him, so? Sure, he wanted to wrap his fingers around their own when they complained about the cold, of COURSE he felt the urge to lean in whenever they glanced at him like that— NATURALLY he got lost in their eyes… their beautiful intricacies… perfect for them and them alone… and he shouldn’t, but he was nowhere near gods strongest soldier— it would be so simple to just…
“…Go on.” They spoke to him… oh— They spoke to him!
He shook himself out of his daze, what was he just thinking about? Whatever. The present was what mattered. “Repeat that last part? I totally spaced.” He gave a chuckle under his breath, “too lost in your eyes~”
Was that too much? Noo.. he teased everyone that way! Besides, the way they squirmed was worth it.
The giggles were unfortunately suppressed, but it gave way to an expression of soft kindness that he relished all the same. “Cmon… don’t be silly.” They nudged his shoulder, “You were clearly lost in thought, I wanna know what about!”
“Me? C’mon.. you know I’m not much of a thinker.” his eyes flicked nervously, but the bounce back was instant, “you can’t bash the truth, Amigo.” He shrugged, hands in his pockets, “I was enamored by your complexion!”
“Ay… you’re impossible…” they trailed off, their fingers idly played with each other. They sounded almost like they wanted to say more.. if he was right, they’d say it right about..
“Um…” there it is, “why.. ‘Amigo’?” Their voice was soft, uncertain. “Thats usually how you address your brothers, or.. I dunno, April!” Their eyes met his for a moment, before they left again, “You changed it recently..”
Their hand raked through their hair, “What happened to Mi vida? Amor..? ..Cariño?” They stared at the tops of the buildings below, a frown on their lips as they pouted about his platonic tone.
“Cariño—?” His brow quirked, his heart skipped, the smirk on his face grew. They… they liked when he used those? Well, he knew that already, it was obvious, but they were .. they just outright admit it! Little shy Y/n just.. That was an admission right? Right!?
His heart could have jumped out of his chest with how much he wanted to just tackle them. He was sure he had wings, like he was walking on sunshine, he felt like the luckiest turtle in the world to witness this.
“Yeah..?” His preening was obvious, but he didn’t care, “you prefer things a little more… romantique..?” They couldn’t be turned away, he wouldn’t have it. He reached for their hand, cooled from the breeze up high on the rooftops, and placed a kiss on their knuckles for emphasis on his point. He hadn’t even noticed how close he’d gotten until they locked eyes once again.
He heard their breath hitch, and he felt that familiar drop in his stomach. Just can’t stay out of the limelight, can he? He was way too close. Way too close for someone who lived in a sewer and caused the invasion, that’s for sure. Maybe a year or two ago he would have just gone for it, but he was faced with the unfortunate reality that this all needed to stop, right now. This wasn’t his story.
The good thing was, It was still in the grey area, right? Sure, he practically breathed their air, but that was fine, yeah? They can still leave this encounter as unlikely best friends that flirt… right?
“You’ve always been a softie like that, huh?” He laughed, an attempt to keep things lighthearted, “Just can’t get enough of my good looks.”
Now laugh with me— laugh and turn right back around like you always do. He pleaded internally, desperate to find a reason other than pure willpower not to kiss them. Willpower would not be enough.
“Leo..” they glanced away, (yes!) …but didn’t laugh. (shit!)
“You getting all shy on me, again?” To avoid suspicion, he should pursue, right? When he gets close enough, he’ll just tickle them and then they’ll laugh and everything will be alright again. They’ll still find their Prince Charming. He’ll still be their best friend.
…except..
“I feel like—“
They whipped around in such a blur that neither noticed at first when their lips brushed together. Like a message from the divine, like a blessing— or maybe a natural disaster.
Y/n stopped on a dime when the pieces clicked, mouth agape and eyes wide. Whatever they were going to say died in their throat with a squeak.
Leo’s entire face had dropped into one of shock, his eyes stared frozen back into their own. A chill rushed down his spine, and he heard something deep in his skull make a deafening snap. For a moment he found … he didn’t really care if they weren’t supposed to be with someone like him.
“Uh..” they cowered, still a little frozen.
“Wait..” he’d regret saying those words forever, he was sure of it.
His free hand landed at the small of their back— when did it get there?— and pulled, just a little, just a breath closer, please, don’t look away, not this time.
“What..?” They mumbled through the silence, still nervous, their pulse raced from where he still held their hand.
Their face was so red.. he’d tease them for it if he wasn’t so entranced by the way their eyes sparkled. He’d rarely been this close— occasionally he’d slip up, get caught in the moment, but it would drive him crazy every single time. The way their lips were just a breath away, their whole form stiff as they waited for what HE was going to do.
Oh lord, what WAS he going to do?
He felt their hand lightly squeeze his own where their fingers were entwined, almost like they were trying to send him some sort of message. Damn it, he wished he knew. What if they were too shy to pull away? They didn’t want this, they didn’t deserve this. He didn’t want it to happen like this— he didn’t want it to happen at all.
And then, their forehead pressed to his, and their eyes fluttered closed with a soft exhale.
His heart leapt— sweet pizza supreme in the sky, they were full of surprises today!
He couldn’t let this happen, he had only one thing that could possibly prevent the inevitable: bluffing as hard as possible.
“..Waiting for something, mi linda..?” His voice strained with restraint. He felt bad taking advantage of their shyness, but maybe—
“Dammit!” Their free hand grasped at the sash around his chest,
— OR NOT??
He didn’t even get the chance to argue before their lips smushed to his. His whole body felt like it lit on fire, his grip instinctively tightened around them like a bear trap. He took an embarrassingly long time to reciprocate, but once he did, he couldn’t help himself. There was no going back now, he broke all his rules, destroyed his own meticulous plan, wrecked everything—
And he STILL couldn’t let go??
It was like he had lost control on himself, intoxicated by that feeling of closeness. Their arms wrapped around his shoulders, and he nearly melted in his place.
What was really only a few seconds, felt like eternity, but when they parted, he found he wanted another smidge of that eternity. He stared back at them with fire in his eyes, but he still tried to play it off.
“… Impatient, are we?” He smirked, but the buzz in his skin refused to fully settle. Hey— Leo— you’re supposed to let them go, now.
“You’ve been baiting me ever since you healed..” they huffed, an attempt to be upset, but he could feel their heart racing, “I couldn’t take it anymore.”
Since he healed— damn. Maybe they were patient… or maybe he was just mean. How many times has this exact scenario happened with a different ending? He grimaced at the thought of all the times he’d leaned in just to pull away at the last second.
He had been trying to protect them, a kiss would tie them too much to him, but.. Well, it happened. He couldn’t just break their heart in good conscience now, right?
Still, he laughed, “Guilty! Guilty!” He rubbed small shapes into their skin with his thumb, “what can I say..” he tilted his head with a wink, “You’re magnetic.”
They laughed and looked away, nowhere to hide but in his shoulder, which he relished. He nudged his nose into their hair with a chuckle, happy to give them all the time they needed to show their face again.
He was floating, still a little dazed, but behind it all, there was that darkness… that feeling like he was the asteroid, and they, the beautiful earth six billion years ago or whatever Donnie said. God, HE just killed all the dinosaurs what is wrong with him! They’re the earth, He’s just a rock.. a space rock yes but—
ok, he effectively choked out that metaphor.
The point was: they weren’t his to have.
But maybe.. it was ok to let them practice on him. Get their moves in, get their shyness out. It wasn’t because he wanted to be the first, or anything…
..It was all for their sake.
…
It wasn’t about him.
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A/n: GAH I’ve revised this enough 😭😭 I’m putting it out there! It didn’t exactly turn out how I envisioned, but that’s ok. Once again, I’ve held back LONG ENOUGH LMAO it’s been monnnthhssss 😔😔
It had been six days since Nami had discovered Sanji reading smut in the galley. While Sanji was grateful to have the relief of another person sharing in his useless pining, Nami was kind of evil when it came to wingmaning (wing-womaning?) for him. He found himself wishing it had been Usopp or Robin who’d found out his secret half the time as his heart couldn’t take the terror of being discovered or weathering one of Nami’s impromptu schemes. Hell, even Chopper might have been better than this…
The first time she had mortally humiliated him, his only saving grace being that Zoro was indeed as oblivious as a rock, was later that same fateful day when he served up dinner to everyone. Of course Nami and Robin had special meals prepared with extra love and care and the ratty dogs he called crewmates had something else. As it had always been. However this time, after he’d served everyone and sat down at the table, Nami leaned delicately on her elbow and put her chin on her hand before settling a hawk-like gaze on Sanji and asking, “why doesn’t Zoro get a special Sanji meal like Robin and I do?”
It was impressive how completely innocent she could sound when Sanji knew she was being anything but. Begrudgingly, he found that incredible adorable. Her “innocent” question however, immediately sowed the chaos she was apparently trying to sow. Zoro was never one to miss an opportunity to wheedle Sanji and he’d immediately snapped his eyes to Sanji with a devious grin on his face as though he’d been collaborating with Nami on just this conversation.
“Yeah, cook. Why don’t I get a special meal?”
Sanji felt the panic rising in his chest as Zoro sat hunched over his food practically mid bite, eyes settled piercingly on Sanji. He took a deep breath in and smoothed the front of his shirt.
“Does Mosshead want special treatment? You have to rope our perfect navigator into getting me to do you special favors?” Sanji said the words mockingly and then affixed an equivalently piecing gaze back on Zoro.
He watched as the swordsman opened his mouth to argue and no words came out. Before Zoro could think of a reply, Sanji continued with his sarcastic performance.
“Aww, our big stupid gorilla doesn’t know how to ask for what he wants. Well okay, your gallant cook will make you something extra special to feed all those muscles that apparently sap the brain cells that allow you to talk.”
He was only saved from Zoro flipping out on him and things devolving into a brawl between them by Luffy using the opportunity to swipe Zoro’s plate and Zoro re-directing his attention to their captain. Sanji shot a look of satisfaction toward Nami who was glaring at him.
“You’re all idiots,” she said aloud while Robin chuckled.
The second time Nami had tried to wingman for Sanji was in the afternoon the following day. They were lounging around the deck in various states of undress to accommodate the hot climate they were sailing through. Nami had said perhaps there was a summer island nearby but had recanted and settled on the knowledge that it was just a random warm pocket on the current.
The swordsman continued to workout, shirtless and in shorts and Sanji tried not to look obvious as he observed Zoro from behind the railing near the galley.
“Aren’t you hot, Zoro?” Nami asked. It would have been a benign query if she hadn’t shot her eyes in devilish acknowledgment toward Sanji when she asked the moss the question.
“Eh,” Zoro replied in more a grunt than anything else.
“Sanji-kun looks hot just watching you,” she commented.
Sanji choked on his spit and gave her a look of utter betrayal and horror. She smiled sweetly as she sipped the watermelon cooler he’d made the girls.
“Why would that idiot be hot watching me?” Zoro glared at Nami.
The saving grace of being humiliated was that now Sanji was pissed off. Before he could yell at Zoro, however, Nami casually remarked, “he mentioned to me he’d like you to teach him how to lift weights.”
Zoro snapped his gaze to Sanji with a scowl on his face. Sanji shot Nami a desperate pleading look and mouthed “what the fuck” before turning his eyes to Zoro and giving him a nervous smiling shrug.
“Is that true, curly brow?” Zoro asked, his face softening. It made Sanji’s heart skip a beat and his stomach flutter to see an interest and kindness flicker on Zoro’s face like it did.
“Well…” Sanji hedged.
“It’s true,” Nami interjected through gritted teeth. Sanji glanced at her, her eyes commanding Sanji to do something.
Zoro didn’t turn, he kept his gaze on Sanji while Sanji managed to choke out a noncommittal shrug once more. Zoro scoffed and returned his eyes to the ground.
“Right. Makin’ fun of me. Got it,” Zoro mumbled.
“Sanji’s serious, he’s just being shy,” Nami replied, the last half of her words said aggressively with daggers shot from her eyes at Sanji.
“Then stupid brow can ask me himself instead of having some witch do it for him,” Zoro sighed.
“Some witch? Some witch! Don’t talk about dear Nami-swan like that! As if I’d ever ask an uncouth algae brain as yourself for anything,” Sanji snapped.
He immediately regretted his outburst not least because Zoro’s face contorted into a kind of hurt anger but also because Nami’s expression clearly showed she was furious with him.
“Seriously?” She snapped.
She hadn’t tried to help him after that, until three days later when a rope came loose and slapped against Zoro’s back. He seemed fine and had a shirt on but Chopper wanted to put burn ointment on it anyway.
“Sanji, go help Zoro wash his back,” Nami commanded. Sanji knew she was trying to help him out— otherwise she would have asked Usopp— but it stung, probably like a rope burn, when Zoro argued about it.
“No way, I’ll do it myself!” Zoro snapped.
“Don’t be stupid,” Nami glared at him.
Sanji felt the whole thing spiraling out of control and instead grabbed Zoro by his wrist and guided him toward the baths.
“Come on,” Sanji implored him gently. “Let me take care of you.”
Zoro didn’t say another word, not even an animalistic grunt, as he relaxed into Sanji’s grasp and followed him. They didn’t speak while Sanji gently cleaned the area, red and angry but otherwise free of marks. It was somehow deeply intimate, Sanji carefully running his bare fingers over Zoro’s tender skin. The swordsman groaned in a kind of relief as Sanji circled over the red parts with soapy water, rinsing and washing twice over until he was done. It was unfortunately everything he could have asked for and then some, leaving him with a hollowed out feeling in his body where desire wanted to be. Sanji dropped his hands and went to dry them signaling he was done. Zoro lingered for a moment longer before letting out a quiet but sincere, “thanks.” Sanji said nothing, but it seemed nothing was expected in return as Zoro left the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
And now, on day six post discovery, they approached an island. Usopp had spotted a bustling town from the birds nest and now the crew was preparing themselves for what might await them on shore, what they needed to buy, what they were going to do and who was going to do it. Sanji sighed and smoked, wondering what was going to unfold next.
Got to draw Caine quicker than I thought ! He's a chunky boy and probably has shorter paw than the average cat. His tail is his cane and he probably has beef with it (think of the cats biting their own tail while playing and then getting upset they got hurt).
