So this was inspired by the movie it's a wonderful life of course. I nearly lost my husband to pancreatitis and during that time in the hospital to cope besides watching my at the time 4 month old I really got into the COD fandom. The premise for the character of Goblin is that she got iskaied and is now stuck in the COD universe while at the same time she's able to look at her phone and realizes that there's a copy of her back home. This is me expressing the fact that (Goblin) is the lingering feelings the fear I have while I've outwardly have had to move on.
Why it's a wonderful life is mainly due to the way he wished that he never existed, the alien feeling of seeing everything around you be normal except it's not. Plus for the Comfort at the end of the movie too.
tw: Suicidal thoughts, Hurt-Comfort
Simon didn't bother to close the door to his truck, or wait for the elevator, all he could think about was the last message Goblin had sent him. Do you think this is some horrible wish like in It's a wonderful life? Do you think if I jump off that bridge I'll just wake up.
He knew the pain of what was Christmas but she had been spiraling that drain he wasn't going to let her fall into it. He jammed the spare key he had into the lock and looked around the dark apartment. "Goblin." He said looking around with panic itching at the back of his throat as he went through her apartment. He was still in the window of helping her out if she decided to do something stupid.
He found her laying in the dark just looking at her phone. He could see the glow of the screen lighting up her tear stained face. "It will be his first Christmas tomorrow." Goblin just croaks out as she sits up and looks at him.
Simon just stands there silently as he can hear people and the loud laughter of a baby coming from her phone as she just gives a pained smile. Goblin had become more and more withdrawn which was expected from his perspective but he could tell she wasn't expecting it to hurt. His heavy footsteps guided him over to her bed and he sits down looking down at her. He takes a sniff of the air, "Have you been drinking?"
"Yeah..."
He looked at the can on the floor, "If I remember... you made the funniest face when we had you try it."
"Still tastes like piss." She chimes in.
"Come on sweetheart lets get some food in you." Simon says finally turning on the lights. Though he quickly goes to properly park his truck... he's not terribly surprised to find out she hasn't moved. Simon pulled on her arm watching her sit up as he helped her wobble to the kitchen. She hid her face on the counter sitting at a stool as her apartment still looked barely lived in... far more of a bachalor pad than anything really. But she was still hoping that she would go home.
He placed the plate of beef stirfry in front of her as she looked at it sadly. "I normally love Christmas... I love December... " She starts off softly, "It's when my family throws all of their parties." She smiled softly, "We back load a lot of it. We have two parties... an adult only party early December and then my Aunt's big Christmas Eve party. And I'm missing them..."
Simon leaned against the wall with his arms folded over his chest. He wasn't wearing his signature baklava, his rusty brown hair was visible as well as his warm brown eyes with his mouth covered by a black mask. "I know your background... but to go from a family that had probably 100 people related to each other to suddenly being by yourself..." Goblin said just picking at her food.
"What happened to me is something for me to deal with."
"But it's why I hate to complain around you. You've been through so much...."
"What has two legs and bleeds?" Simon asks seeing Goblin just start to smile, "Half a dog." He hears her tell tale snort. "There's the Goblin noise."
"Oh shut up Simon."
"Nah don't think you'd like that much." He watched her eat before he sighed softly, "Goblin." He watched her look over at him, "Maybe next year we can... decorate or do something. If I'm still here that is."
"Simon... you're still around in 2023... but if... if I'm still here by the time next Christmas rolls around... I'd like that." Simon could hear the pain in her voice at the thought of being here still but he couldn't stop the way his feet moved over to her as he pulled the smaller woman into a hug.
"Even if you don't I won't leave you behind...now finish up you're food." She looked at him curiously, "We're gonna drive around and look at Christmas lights."
I saw you. I had been waiting in line, and it was my turn now. I walked up to you, my heart in my throat. You greeted me with a smile, one I'd never seen in person but through a computer screen, the same warm, wholeheartedly genuine smile you gave everyone else. And I smiled back, smiling so big that my cheeks were aching.
I didn't want to ramble, but I didn't have to. Everything that needed to be said could be said with two simple words.
"Thank you."
And you outstretched your arms. And I reached for you.
And then I was sitting up in bed. The room was dim with the shadow of an early morning. My cats were sleeping soundly, crowded around my legs as they always did. I reached out and gently pet each one of them.
They were real. The dream was not.
There was a lump in my throat, but I did not cry, for I shall save my tears for a greater tragedy.
I got out of bed before my alarm, standing to greet the morning with words unspoken.
I’m 11 minutes late but here’s a cute Claypollo hurt/comfort that doubles as a cope fic for me since I broke up with my SO on Vday
Enjoy!
Word Count: 1350
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Apollo Justice had a new mystery to solve. One that fortunately didn’t include murder, but nonetheless gave him a fair amount of grief.
The mystery involved his closest friend and most intimate companion: Clay Terran. After being friends for more than a decade, the two of them knew each other like the back of their hands. Or at least, that’s what Apollo had thought until Clay had shown up at his apartment on Saturday morning acting like a completely different person. He knew something was up immediately; his attitude was piss poor, and nothing seemed to pull him out of it. He had moped around all morning, barely saying a word and preferring to grunt as his chosen form of communication. It was the first time he’d ever seen Clay so down and lethargic since the death of his mother. And despite Apollo’s attempts to reach out, he refused to talk about it.
By late afternoon, the budding lawyer had grown tired of Clay’s crabbiness. He realized he would have to take drastic measures to find the truth.
It started off innocently enough. The two friends were sprawled out across Apollo’s gigantic brown leather couch in the living room; Clay laying against the pillows on one side with his arms crossed, and Apollo leaning against the back of the couch next to him. He flipped through the channels mindlessly as Clay stared blankly at the changing screen.
“Law and Order’s on.”
“Eh.”
“Okay… what about SVU? That one’s got better cases, anyway.”
“Sure.”
“So is that a yes?”
“Whatever.”
Apollo paused for a moment, looking over at his friend who had a sullen look on his face. He pointed the remote at the TV and pressed a button, sliding the remote on the coffee table as he turned to face Clay. The dialogue murmured in the background as he spoke.
“Alright, time to fess up.”
“Hm?”
“Don’t ‘hmm’ me. You’ve been acting weird all day. Tell me what happened.”
Clay just pouted.
“Nothin. Just in a bad mood.”
Ba-dump.
…Oh! Apollo felt his bracelet tighten around his wrist. Although he didn’t need to use his perceive ability to know that Clay was lying, he decided to use it anyway.
“Clay,” he started, hoping to prod a confession out of him. “This isn’t like you. I know something’s wrong. Why can’t you just tell me?”
Clay shifted a little in his seat, but his expression didn’t change much.
“I’m fine! Really! Just drop it.”
Ba-dump. There it was again. Apollo could’ve sworn he saw his lower lip quiver when he said the first part.
“Your frown is giving you away. Your lip trembled when you said ‘I’m fine.’”
Clay shot a glare at him.
“Get out of my head with your lawyer stuff! If I say I’m fine, I’m fine!!”
He said those last words quite loudly, and they had Apollo at a loss. There had to be something he could do. Even if he couldn’t get him to confess, he could at least try to cheer him up.
After pondering his options, he eventually slid off the couch and walked around back, feigning defeat.
“Alright… if you say so…”
Clay paid no mind to his friend as he snuck behind him, unaware of what he was planning next. He suddenly shot up when he felt a pair of hands squeeze in between two sensitive spots on his shoulders.
“AAAH!”
He tried to worm away, but Apollo had a strong grip. He could hear him snickering behind him.
“Relax! You’re so jumpy.”
“Ngggh! Stop!!”
Apollo laughed out loud, rolling his thumbs into his skin to add to his torment. He relished in the sight of Clay squirming so aggressively under his touch.
“Don’t tell me you’re still ticklish?”
“Nnnnnh, no!”
Finally, Clay managed to shake him off. He twisted around, taking a swing at him but missing by a long shot.
“Seriously, stop! Don’t touch me there.”
“Alright… I won’t touch you there…”
Apollo walked into the kitchen, and when Clay was certain he was gone, he turned back to face the TV. A few minutes passed by uneventfully, and he started actually paying attention to the episode of SVU. Unfortunately, this meant he was caught off guard again when Apollo suddenly body slammed him from behind the couch, pinning him down on his stomach and shoving his hands under his arms.
“AAAAAAAAH! Ahahahaaaaa-HAHAHA! Dude, stop!!”
“Stop what? What’s wrong?”
Clay was alternating between keeping his arms at his sides and attempting to elbow Apollo’s hands away. His frustrations only amplified when his efforts to fight him off ended in vain. Despite kicking his legs and twisting his body from side to side, he could not escape and resigned himself to laughter.
“AHAHAHA – Apollo!! – GAAAAAH! Don’t!!”
Apollo grinned. He could tell the tickling was starting to get to him.
“Remember when I used to pin you down and tickle you like this when we were kids? You loved it.”
“NAAAOOO! I dihihihidn’t!”
“Are your ribs still ticklish?”
“NOOOOOO!”
It was an elegant switch; Apollo simply drifted his hands downwards and began clawing at his ribs. His wide hands fit perfectly around Clay’s athletic midsection; one finger rested upon each rib. He knew this spot wasn’t as bad as his underarms, but for Clay it was torture nonetheless.
“Ahahahaha - AHAHAHAHAHA! Apolloooooo!”
“Why are you laughing so much, huh? What’s wrong?”
“It TIHIHIHICKLES!! Pleeeeease!”
“Please what? Tickle you more? Oookay~”
“NOOOO! You assHOHOHOLE!!”
Clay’s laughter pitched higher when Apollo’s fingers reached his sides, as it did whenever he touched another ticklish spot. He made things ten times worse by poking all over at random. His ribs, stomach, and underarms were no match, and as he was already quite weak he could barely flail his arms at this point. He shrieked every time Apollo touched him, jolting into the air as if he was bouncing on a trampoline.
“AAH! NO! GOD! STAHAHP! NOOO!”
Apollo relented at last, allowing his breathless friend to regain his senses. Clay lay limp for a moment and breathed deeply between flipping over onto his back, still too worn out to think of a witty comeback.
“Don’tcha feel a little better now?” the lawyer asked with a shit-eating grin.
Clay’s smile soon faded once his breathing returned to normal. A melancholy expression washed over his face as he turned away, eyes slightly wet and reflecting the ceiling lights. He almost looked worse than before. It broke Apollo’s heart to see him like that.
“Clay… I know that look. What’s eatin’ you? I’m your best friend. You can tell me.”
Clay sighed, fighting back tears as he spoke his next words.
“I got dumped…”
Apollo’s mouth fell open in shock.
“Wait, seriously? She broke up with you?”
“Yeah…”
Neither one of them spoke for a while. The only sound coming from the television and Clay’s still staggered breaths. Apollo was the once to finally break the silence.
“I’m so sorry,” he whispered.
Clay just shook his head.
“It was a long time coming. I thought I’d be fine, but honestly… I’m not.”
Apollo sat there for a moment, puzzling over the situation in his head.
“Well, what do you wanna do? Or I guess, what do you need me to do to help you feel better?”
Clay gave him a bizarre look, a mix of confusion and embarrassment. Apollo watched as his already pinkish face blossomed into a deep shade of ruby. He mumbled something, looking away in shame, then quickly shook his head. Apollo pressed him for more info.
“What? What is it?”
Clay returned his gaze, and took a deep breath with cheeks aflame.
“You could… uh… do that again.”
“… What? Do what?”
“You know… what you were just doing…”
Apollo put two and two together, and finally realized what his friend was asking. A wide smile spread across his face that he couldn’t suppress even if he tried.
“Oohhh… you want me to do this?”
He scribbled his fingers across Clay’s stomach and laughed along with him as he cackled and squealed, this time a little more jubilant than before.
Hey idk if you're going to do anything more with your cope fics but in the Soap one. Did Nikto do something?
So funny enough I was actually writing something that I was debating on posting unless someone asked so uh I guess I'll just paste it here.
I will say this about Nikto he's very villain coded and of course in the lore he is very much a scary war criminal. I 100% blame @halcyone-of-the-sea for actually getting me to look at Nikto Highly recommend their fic Ravishing Allure
This takes place before the soap fic.
Um non consensual kissing
I knew I was regressing slightly... without my meds and being barely clinging together I was regressing a couple of years emotionally. Perhaps it was a stupid idea to be running in the halls of the base holding the switch in my hands eager to show Soap the cutest little pokemon cafe worker. Perhaps I should be more careful with Kortac around... perhaps I should be more careful with who was lurking around.
I should have been looking where I was going when I turned the corner and run right into a broad chest. That hardly limited it down to who it could be but the apology died in my throat as the scariest blue eyes were staring me down. Nikto. He scares me... I didn't remember his wiki page really just the feeling that he was a very very bad man. But I manage to slam right into him.
It's his eyes... I usually hate prolonged eye contact except for one man really... my husband and its terrifying how such a rich blue shade is staring right down at me in the same manner that he does when I've upset him. I twitch slightly as my desire to soothe and make my husband not mad bubbles back up... I had done a lot of healing to stop being an utter pushover and people pleaser to him and our friends but it seemed it was rearing its ugly head back here. I instead just make myself look smaller and far more submissive as I hold the Switch between us like it will keep him from me.
"S-sorry Nikto. I... I wasn't paying attention." I say before I try to quickly move past him and then I felt it. That soothingly familiar touch... the comforting warmth of a hand around my neck, resting there as if it belonged not squeezing because it didn't need to and I trusted the palm that usually rested there... the comfortingly large hand that was there during sex or just his way of flirting with me.
I think I was far to eager in the way I looked back up at the arm holding my neck. Maybe it was the look in my eyes... a silent hope that it was my husband there and not Nikto that this was all over. Maybe it was the way I cocked my head to the side when he did his... maybe I should have reacted better than my hardcoded submissive self did... I just didn't react.
I only whimpered as my back was pressed against the wall as he boxed me in. I was scared of what would happen if I didn't obey him demanding me to close my eyes. I pressed back against the wall as I've kissed enough times with my eyes closed... felt my husband kiss me on the lips as I danced between consciousness and unconsciousness... I was well aware of how close he was leaning to my face.
I groaned softly as he wasn't sweet or kind or this was the precursor to something else. It was rough and demanding... demanding what? I couldn't say but I felt so complacent and guilty like I was cheating on my husband when I started to kiss back.
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Her tongue moved against his as his hands moved down her waist in mock tender touches. Breathlessly she kept kissing back. The gentle groan as he bit her bottom lip and sucked on it for but a moment. His hips rolling against hers.
Nikto was intrigued by the "Girl out of time" just as much as König was. They were the one to get König the data he wanted allowing the large man to get closer to the target... perhaps there was intrigue from them as well. Nikto finally pulled away putting his mask back on as a thumb of his brushed upon her slightly swollen bottom lip, they held back a shiver as she did a simple 'om' sound before slipping the tip of his thumb into her mouth and being far too cute for her own good.
She still was submissive when he let her open her eyes and sent her on her way with a smack to her ass as she hurried off.
Gonna be honest he's probably going to be pretty ooc but that's not really the point of these cope fics it's just to help me heal from the trauma of almost losing my best friend/husband
But uh slightly obsessive Johnny (You all know who you are who introduced me to that concept) Also breeding kink Johnny (just warning ya'll when it gets mentioned)
But once I finish coping with it if you all actually want me to fix it up so that Goblin is more of an OC/reader insert and maybe put more thought into the vague plot let me know
Also as much as I love reading other people write Johnny speaking Scottish I am not going to try for this. I will probably come back and edit it when I'm done just writing cope fics
"Nikito scares me." I confess to Soap who looks at me concerned.
"What he do?" He says almost accusatory and I just look down as my lips still feel funny.
"Its his eyes. They're very intense."
"And yet you tell Ghost he has lovely eyes." He teases and I just elbow him. As I look back down at the switch in my hands and the little animal people there. My entire online persona belonged to my half here and as much as I wanted to steal back my accounts I couldn't do that to me. "Is it because of something you know?"
I shrug. I was normally a lorehound for fandoms I was apart of but I was so out of my comfort zone. I am pretty sure there would be other people to kill for this chance and yet here is my ADHD ass here with the brick shithouses known as 141 and Kortac. "Maybe... I don't really have ya'll Wikipedia pages memorized like I did with Halo ones. Just I know he's a scary man. Though I think that describes most of ya'll."
Soap just chuckled as his arm was just wrapped around me. That was something I noticed so far with Ghost and Soap and I suppose König is that they all felt comfortable to holding me or keeping me within arms reach. I guess I wasn't doing so well recently what with the holidays coming up and... I'd be missing his first Christmas.
"Bonnie... you're running into the ocean." Johnny said beside me and I just blinked focusing on what was in front of me and I just shut it off. My palms pressed into my eyes as I wasn't okay... oh God I wasn't okay. I could feel his arms wrap around me tightly. "Do you need me to get Ghost?"
"No. I want to go home." I say with a hiccup in my voice. Oh how pathetic I felt around all these military folks just barely being okay... slowly withering away.
"I know... I know." He whispers to me stopping me from crying. He distracts me by having me move my hand over the shaved part of his head just letting me zone out as I feel the relief of the stimulation. He looked at me with those pretty blue eyes a little darker than my husbands. Dark hair like his... looking at Johnny hurt. Just as long as I never saw him in a kilt I think I could manage. I smile softly. "There's that bonnie smile."
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He was grateful for knowing how he would die and how to avoid it. She tried her best to keep him from looking too hard... she tried really hard to keep the reality where she was from separate. I mean it was a tad odd to see a person with his face not be in the military. The way people gushed about him and the others... and oh she really did try to keep them away from the shipping. Ghoap... he couldn't look at LT for a day.
They broke the rules they had been laid out... they were really simple rules... just stay off of a few websites but no it took them only a few days before they subjected themselves to the content. Gaz was naturally flattered, Price was concerned, Soap found it hilarious, but Ghost was disturbed... couldn't look at Goblin for a few days after finding out what she was into. Soap did his best to keep her away from her "favorite" Kortac operator but it seems he managed to worm his way to her.
But what stuck with Johnny were the pictures on her phone of her, her lad, and the bairn. The way Goblin's eyes sparkled as she held the large baby against her, her lad was a big lad like him cept a bit more round. The videos they would send of the bairn and he could hear it in Goblin's voice of how much she loved them. Of course, her pain was why he and Ghost kept her close. But... she made the cutest little bairn and he could tell it was killing her to lose her lad and her bairn yet seeing them through pictures and messages and feeling so displaced... she couldn't just walk into her old life and take it back she was stuck here and brought up the fact that if she could go back would there just be 2 of her wandering around?
Johnny had to bite his tongue as he wanted to ease that pain... Ghost had been holding him back from scaring Goblin but he could give her a happy little bairn! And it didn't have to just be him he was happy to share with Simon! She even said how she wasn't the best stay at home mom but she was practicing before she had the bairn, Johnny was eager to help get Goblin comfortable and help with whatever little ticks and tricks she needed to be able to be a good mama.
For now Johnny had to be content in comforting their weird little Goblin. He placed small kisses on the top of her head as she leaned on him just calming down.
Maybe Johnny wasn't so disappointed that she might be stuck here.
Mentally tallying my notes on my fic that i've been working on for helping me deal with things for the past 3.5 years The dusty box for 'Assimilation' is being pulled from the hiatus corner (A window of July to now. Not considering the sequel's conception) I am calling it a bad!fic since I poured a lot of emotional shit into it But hey *shrug* Only one person might read it and they owe me a horribly angsty Puppyshipping fic that I believe we unspokenly agreed on making it later due to severe triggers on my part Back to cleaning though. When I get into the trigger stuff that helped me in my youth, although massively unhealthy, the best stuff is written. The muses of writers aren't at all times good
