#i love him.

[nwe07271]

I LOVE CAINE💫

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Caine in this outfit....↓↓↓

[ghostedink]

Readers POV of my fic inspired by @twolegsandbleeds Simon can’t flirt series <3

Pt 1 here

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You noticed him long before he ever spoke to you.

That was hard not to do.

Simon “Ghost” Riley had a presence that filled a room before he even stepped fully inside it. Heavy boots against tile, broad shoulders that seemed to block half the doorway, the stark white skull printed across the black mask he always wore. Conversations quieted just a little when he passed. People moved aside without even realizing they were doing it.

He didn’t ask for space..

The room simply gave it to him.

Even when he wasn’t doing anything at all, he commanded attention. Standing against a wall during briefings, arms crossed over his chest. Sitting silently in the corner of the rec room while the rest of the team joked around him. Watching everything with those dark, steady eyes.

It made him very hard to ignore.

Not that you didn’t try.

Actually, you tried very hard.

Because every time you accidentally looked his way, there was a small chance he’d already be looking back.

And that was… deeply unsettling.

Not in a bad way, exactly….

Just intimidating.

Terrifying.

You didn’t know much about Ghost. Just bits and pieces people said in passing. That he was the best in the field. That he barely slept. That the mask wasn’t just for show.

You didn’t ask questions.

You weren’t brave enough for that.

Instead, you kept your head down and stayed out of his way like most people did. Passing him in hallways with a quiet “sorry.” Scooting your chair in if he walked by your desk. Pretending to be very interested in whatever you were holding if he entered the same room.

It was safer that way.

Because being noticed by Ghost felt like standing in front of a storm.

Not violent… Just powerful.

And you had no idea what to do with that kind of attention.

Which was why the morning when he spoke to you…felt like the universe personally chose violence, and you were it’s target.

You were in the breakroom, focused entirely on your coffee. Stirring sugar into it slowly, listening to the soft clink of the spoon against ceramic, humming under your breath.

Peaceful.

Quiet.

Safe.

Then the air shifted.

It was subtle, but unmistakable. The kind of quiet that falls when someone big enters a room.

A shadow stretched across the counter.

Your stomach dropped immediately.

You already knew who it was, you didn’t have to look, you knew.

Slowly, carefully, you turned around.

And there he was.

Simon “Ghost” Riley.

Standing right behind you.

Up close he was somehow even bigger. Broad shoulders filling half the doorway, making the already small room feel incredibly smaller, arms crossed over his chest, skull mask staring down at you like something pulled straight from a horror movie.

Your brain instantly started screaming.

Oh my God oh my God oh my God

“You.”

Your heart nearly stopped.

That was the first word he had ever said to you.

It sounded deep. Rough. Like someone pissed him off before he walked in here and now he’s gonna take it out on you.

You tightened your grip on your coffee cup like it was emotional support.

He kept staring.

Then…

“You’re the one who works down the hall,” he said.

You nodded quickly. With a soft, panicked politeness

“Y-Yes sir”

He immediately looked annoyed.

“Don’t call me that.”

“Oh—sorry—”

You cringed at yourself instantly.

Great. Fantastic. First conversation and you’re already embarrassing yourself.

He rubbed the back of his neck, which somehow made him look… awkward?

That didn’t match the terrifying image you had in your head at all.

There was a pause.

A long one…

You could practically hear your heartbeat in your ears.

Then he said something that completely broke your brain.

“I want to take you out.”

Everything in your head went blank.

Your mouth opened slightly.

“…what?”

He nodded like he had just made a completely normal statement.

“Dinner. Or coffee. Whatever people do.”

You stared at him.

This had to be a misunderstanding…

Ghost—giant masked military man who looked like he could bench press a truck without breaking a sweat—was asking you out?

Your face immediately started burning.

You couldn’t even look at him.

You were still trying to process what he said when his voice came again, flatter this time.

“You don’t have to.”

Your head snapped up.

“Was just askin’. Forget it.”

And then he started to turn away.

Something in your chest panicked.

“No!”

The word burst out before you could stop it.

He froze.

Slowly he turned back toward you.

Your heart was beating so fast you were surprised you didn’t pass out.

“I mean—” you stammered, gripping the cup tighter. “I—I’d like that.”

His eyes narrowed slightly behind the mask.

“You would.”

You nodded quickly.

“Y-yes.”

He stared at you like he was trying to solve a complicated puzzle.

Which was fair.

You were practically vibrating with nerves.

He was terrifying.

You were shy.

This situation made absolutely no logical sense.

But still… you meant it.

He nodded once.

“Alright.”

Silence fell again.

Neither of you moved.

Your brain scrambled for something to say.

“S-so… when?”

“Friday.”

“O-okay.”

“Six.”

“Okay.”

Another pause.

You could feel the heat in your cheeks spreading all the way to your ears.

Then he shifted slightly and said something quieter.

“I won’t wear the mask.”

You blinked.

Your head lifted automatically.

“You don’t have to—” you started.

“Figured it might help,” he interrupted.

Something about the way he said it…awkward, almost uncertain—made your chest soften.

For the first time since the conversation started, the nervous tension in your body eased just a little.

And before you could overthink it…

You smiled.

Small.

Shy.

But real.

“Thank you.”

Simon stared at you for a moment longer.

Then he gave a single nod and turned to leave the breakroom.

You stood frozen for a full thirty seconds after he disappeared down the hall.

Your brain slowly started rebooting.

Then the realization finally hit you.

You had just agreed to go on a date… with Simon Riley.

Your hands flew to your flushed face.

“Oh my God.”

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User that wanted this pov, thank you for this idea <3

@sunflowertime

[c-tepx]

okay since it's not a spoiler anymore

it's hilarious that izutsumi went: "come on no one would be excited over beastkin" and the whole party went: "oh no. laios"

like, zero hesitation. marcille doesn't even look at him she just rushes to cover izutsumi. senshi immediately blocks laios sight and chilchuck kicks him (as usual)

and the funniest part is... laios doesn't even understand what happened. he's so confused but accepts it???

"woah it's sure strange that I'm the only one with the blindfold. oh, whatever, I'm just gonna let senshi spoon feed me and won't ask any questions"

[minnieeeworld]

HUMOROUS

[belovedgamers]

Yeah Oli I am sure Joel the drummer is the only one with a thing for Jim. Uh huh.

[butmamagirlsarehot]

MEG'S DRABBLES PT. 1

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Bare with me.

So, I’m seeing a lot of x Jason Todd fics where the reader’s got this wholesome relationship with Damian, but how about the same thing, with Tim?? Jason would NOT be happy. In the slightest. He’d probably be a dramatic little shit abt too. And, since this idea is purely self indulgent, we (the reader) are also a dramatic little shit. I’m taking full on ‘oh, you called Tim replacement? How about I let him eat dinner with us Jay?’ / ‘Yeah no sure, go ahead and try to murder Tim, Jay, I’m sure the couch is oh so comfortable to sleep on’.

And now let’s imagine this:

*on the phone*: “Yeah, hi Timmy- oh yeah sure you can come over- Mh hm- oh, really? Well tell Jason to suck it up and stop glaring- he won’t stop? Mh hm. Tell him to shut up and be a good brother.”

Or alternatively:

Jason:” C’mon babe, seriously? This is the third night the Replacement has slept over”

Reader:” Mh hm, so?”

Jason:” So? I want my partner back”

Reader:” And I want a teenager vigilante in our living room. Now shut up and suffer”

Jason:” You’re lucky I love you”

Reader:” Mmhhh, love you too.” Beat of silence. “Now call Tim and ask him if he’s cool with Chinese”.

Anyways. Thx for reading :)

(Btw rn it’s 00:48 and I did not re-read this) (I should sleep) (But I won’t) (Hot girls never sleep) (And I’m not even a hot girl wtf)

[spiritual-turg]

quick coat guy doddle i did!! :D