I Mean This In The Nicest Way Possible Bc I Hate Being Mean, But I Do Not Have To Write Every Request

idk what transmasc needs to hear this but being a man is not smth you have to apologize or make up for. it's just not. you don't need absolution for being a man. you don't need to beg on your knees for forgiveness for "shunning" the "gift" of being a woman. you aren't "unfortunately adding one more guy to the world". your manhood is a gift. it adds so much richness to the world. do not let anyone make you think you need to spend your life suffering in purgatory for the crime of transitioning. you don't need to throw yourself to the floor and repent and suffer because of other people's discomfort with who you are.

Sometimes We Say Things We Don't Mean | Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male Reader | Angst with Comfort

Minors/Fem DNI

Warnings; Alcohol consumption, verbal fighting, decent apologies, hangover, hurt/comfort, this is kinda shite, randomly named character that doesn't matter but they needed a name so 🤷🏻

Request; "reader gets super fucking drunk cuz them and ghost had an argument earlier and they dont know what to do and ghost finds them about to pass out and goes wa wa wa and then they wake up and they hug because ghost thought he was gonna lose them"

A/N; I'm sorry this took so long but for the better part of a month i was like "wtf am i supposed to write for the fight" and then went "ohhh, i can search why couples fight". so work it is!

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Y/N leaned against Ghost as he cooked dinner, a comfortable silence between them. He had come home from a long mission, not more than a week ago, and Y/N had missed him the entire time. Now that he was home, they could have gentle moments like this. Ghost could enjoy simplicity in domestic life for a change.

“I like it when you’re home,” Y/N murmured, watching Ghost cook from behind him. His arms were wrapped around his torso as he worked on a soup. “You should stay home more often.”

Ghost’s stirring faltered and he stiffened under Y/N’s embrace.

“I…” He started, grabbing a bowl of mixed spices from beside the stove, “Price informed me about something going on in Eastern Europe… They leave on Tuesday.”

Y/N moved to rest his chin on Ghost’s shoulder, side-eyeing him. “What do you mean by that?”

He didn’t respond, simply swallowing down the uncomfortable feeling in his throat when Y/N pulled away from him to lean on the counter and face him.

“No, don’t ignore me,” Y/N demanded, staring at Ghost, who avoided eye contact at all costs.

“He asked me to go with him and the Task Force to-”

“No,” Y/N cut him off, crossing his arms over his chest.

“What do you mean ‘no’?”

“I mean ‘no’, you aren’t going.”

“What makes you think you have the right to tell me what I can and can’t do?”

“I don’t, it’s just,” Y/N stared at his socks as he grew aggravated. “You’ve been home for 5 days. You would leave in, what day is it… Sunday? In one day?” He asked, glancing at Ghost. He had turned off the burner and pushed the pot onto the back burner to settle, turning to face Y/N.

“Yeah,” He responded curtly.

“You think that’s okay? Just, being gone all the time?”

“It’s my job.”

“Well, yeah, I get that, but you can turn this one down. You can spend some more time with me. Price didn’t give you an order or anything, right?”

“That’s not how that works and you know it.”

“I know…” He sounded dejected, embarrassed even. “I just… I miss having you here…”

“I know, but I have to do this.”

“Why?!” Y/N shouted, startling Ghost, who jumped at the sudden noise. It wasn’t often that Y/N would yell. He was rather soft-spoken and understanding, so it was almost scary to see him so upset. “Why can’t you be here?! Just for a few more days, that’s all I want!”

“I-” Ghost choked, eyes scanning Y/N’s face.

“I’m sick of it! I hate you leaving me for weeks on end, months, even, and once you come home it’s- it’s all you talk about! Work! I hate it!” Tears beaded in his eyes as he screamed. “I just- I want you, Simon!”

Ghost stared at him speechless. His mouth opened and closed as he tried to articulate a sentence, for the right words to say that would soothe the ache in Y/N’s heart. Nothing could come to mind.

“You said it was okay when we started dating,” He said, eyes dark. Y/N scowled, hot tears falling from his eyes. “Don’t look at me like that.”

“This wasn’t what I signed up for. Being neglected.”

“Neglected? Are you kidding?”

Y/N huffed. “It’s not my fault that I feel like y- you love your job more than me.”

“No, it’s not your fault. It’s mine. It always is, isn’t it?”

“S- Stop it! That’s not wuh- what I meant-”

“No, but it’s what you thought. Listen, I like what I do. You can suck it up and deal with it.”

“I- I know you do, I just-”

“Stop stuttering, for fucks sake!”

Y/N choked out a sob and felt his knees wobble. He puffed out his bottom lip slightly and stared at Ghost with a hurt look. When Y/N was anxious, he would stutter. Ghost knew that he was insecure about that.

“I-” He paused so that he could sound out every word without stumbling over them. “I hate you.”

Ghost twitched, hands flexing around nothing.

“Then leave,” He said without thinking. Y/N whimpered and shoved past Ghost before he could process the words that spilt past his lips.

By the time he did figure out what he said, the front door had slammed shut and Y/N’s coat was gone, his house key still on the hook. He took a shaky breath and walked to their shared bedroom to lie down and cool his head. Maybe a walk would help Y/N regain his thoughts.

“And then- he- he made fun of me,” Y/N sobbed, choking on tears while he drank a beer. “Then he told me to leave.”

“Oh, my god…” The bartender murmured. She was one of Y/N’s close friends, and he always took the bus to get to her bar when he was upset. “What a cunt!” She exclaimed. “I can’t believe you’re dating that bastard!”

“Ally, gimme a scotch,” He said before finishing his beer. “And another beer.”

That went on for some time. Drinking and sobbing and ranting, Ally listened to every word with a comforting presence.

“Do you think…” Ally turned her head from where she was fixing someone a pint of Guinness, “that it’s my fault?” Ally turned back to the glass, placing it down so it could settle, before walking over to Y/N again.

“Maybe a little,” She said, reaching out to wipe his cheeks with a towel that was in her apron. His face was burning hot, and his eyes were puffy and bloodshot. Y/N cried harder at her words, and she continued to wipe them off his face. “But you came from a good place. You should talk to him with a level head.”

Y/N looked at her with snot running down his nose. “He hates me.”

“No, I’m sure he doesn’t hate you, darling.” She walked back to the Guinness to fill it the rest of the way before handing it to an older gentleman who took it with a smile. Y/N watched her as he felt the beginning of a migraine seep through the back of his skull, creeping into his brow bone and making the back of his eyes ache. Beer doesn’t substitute water well, especially when you’re expelling all of it through your face for hours on end. His eyes drooped and his head felt heavy, so he went limp and let his forehead smack against the bar.

“BloodyJesus!” Ally jumped, glaring at Y/N. Her gaze softened at his pitiful figure: an odd bloke, drunk off his arse, sobbing in the furthest corner of the bar. It was a miracle he hadn’t thrown up yet. “Christ, don’t you dare blackout in my bar, Y/N.”

Ally’s phone buzzed in her pocket, and she fished it out to check the caller ID. ‘Simon’. She huffed and picked up, pressing it to her ear and being met with a very frantic Ghost.

“Have- Have you seen Y/N? We had a fight, he left and I- He hasn’t come home yet. I’m worried,” He said. He sounded close to tears if they weren’t already falling. A thick frog in his throat was making him choke on his words.

Ally sighed and looked at Y/N, who had managed to lift his head and reach for his unfinished beer. She smacked his hand away and grabbed the glass. “I’ve got ‘im.”

“Fuck, thank god. I’ll be there in 10 minutes.”

“What? It’s a 20-minute drive, how the hell are you… He’s hung up on me,” Ally groaned, pocketing her phone and dumping the beer in the sink. Y/N whined at the sight but didn’t audibly complain. Not in English at least.

“Gimme another,” He slurred, leaning on one of his arms. Ally shook her head and tended to another customer, fixing him a glass of whiskey and setting it in front of them.

She glanced at the front door when it burst open not 10 minutes later, slightly peeved at the sudden loud intrusion, and more so at the fact that it wasn’t a regular. Her eyes softened, however, as she saw that it was Simon. He was frantically scanning the room, noticing Ally and rushing over to her before seeing Y/N, utterly ossified and nearly asleep.

“You get this drunk out of my pub,” She said. He nodded and wordlessly helped Y/N up, wrapping an arm around him before deciding that he would fare better at bringing him home by lifting him up. Ally watched as Ghost lifted Y/N up onto his back with ease, piggybacking him.

“Thank you,” He said quietly. Ally shook her hand and shooed him, desperate to get this show out of her pub and back onto the streets where it belonged. As the door closed behind Ghost, one of the men sat at the bar looked at Ally with a confused face.

“What the feck was that holy show?” He asked, leaning forward as if it were a secret.

“Two very sad man-children.”

Y/N woke up in bed with a hangover feeling entirely shattered. He groaned and shrank back under the blankets, burying his face in his pillow to avoid the blinding morning sun.

“Oh my god…” He whimpered, rubbing his eyebrows with his fingers and groaning again. He heard the bedroom door open, but couldn’t will himself to look over to see who it was.

“Good morning,” Ghost said, walking beside the bed and setting a cold glass of water on the nightstand with 3 Dexibuprofen and a Lucozade Sport. “For your hangover.”

Y/N poked his head out of his little cocoon to look at Ghost, who was now crouched down to be eye level with him, his eyes welling up with tears at the stupid, sorry look on his face. Y/N reached out his hand and cupped his face, rubbing his stubbly cheek with his thumb. Simon leaned into his touch, eyes glossy as he looked at Y/N.

“ ‘M sorry…” Y/N whispered. His head was throbbing, but Simon was here in front of him and that was good enough for him. “I don’t hate you…”

“I know,” He responded, cupping Y/N’s hand and moving it to press a kiss to his palm. “You worried me.”

He blinked away his tears and leaned in to kiss Y/N softly, who welcomed it tenderly, holding the back of Simon’s neck. He pulled back and rested their foreheads against each other, gazing into each other's eyes carefully.

“Could you,” Simon whispered, “say that you love me?” His voice cracked at the end, his face reddening slightly with embarrassment as a tear rolled down his cheek.

“I love you, Simon,” Y/N said, leaning in to kiss him again. “I love you.”

“Take your pain killers,” He said, pulling away from Y/N so he could sit up enough to drink the pills down.

A wave of relief washed over his face when he swallowed a mouthful of cold water. It felt as though it went straight to his migraine, cooling his brain that was aching. His eyes finally felt like they weren't going to pop out of their sockets.

Simon watched as Y/N began to relax. He drank so quickly that water dripped down his chin and onto his chest. Simon smiled at Y/N with a certain fondness that was reserved just for him. A smile that only he had seen, or one that maybe Soap or Price would see a glimpse of when thinking of him.

Y/N finished the glass and set it on the side table, wiping his chin with the back of his hand and looking at Simon.

“Will you lay with me?” He asked. He looked tired again, and Simon felt tired, too.

“Yeah,” He said, crawling into bed with Y/N and laying with his head on his chest. “I love you.”

Fred: Did you hear that?

George: Hear what?

Fred: The sound of Mum’s wrath coming for us.

Platonic Simon ”Ghost” Riley x reader - headcanons

Some general headcanons for Ghost, as well as Ghost x reader headcanons. This is all platonic stuff! I guess you can see it as normal friends or family things or just things that couples do that isn’t romantic or sexual. READER IS GENDER NEUTRAL!

there seems to be a big amount of smut fics, a bit overwhelming so I decided to just write some platonic stuff for anyone who needs or wants just platonic content!

note: I personally see Ghost as autistic and at least neurodivergent, so expect some headcanons related to that as well! (I am autistic myself)

also these might be in a weird order, sorry!

General headcanons for Ghost

He enjoys his personal time and whatever free time he gets by doing quiet and calming activities, usually on his own!

Simon finds a sense of peace in taking walks in nature, reading a book or playing a card game with himself, it’s very simple and not unique things, but it’s oddly calming.

However he needs to do something constantly, as it keeps his mind occupied. I feel like him being left alone with his thoughts could have him spiral a bit.

Him being autistic he probably masks a lot. Specially when he needs to lead and give commands, or in stressful situations.

He likes listening rather than talking! He’s always off to the side, avoiding the main group and conversation. As much as he likes attention he also tries to avoid it a lot. It’s a weird mix of both loving and hating attention. When in stressful situations or during a mission he only speaks when he has to or when he needs information. (He’s also very cautious)

I think if someone isn’t clear with what they mean, avoid, sugarcoat, anything but be direct. He would most likely get annoyed. He is extremely straighfoward and direct, and wants clear instructions and information. No side tracking, get to the point. I believe not being direct with him will cause him to feel uncertainty, not only is it important due to the military setting, but uncertainty would bring up some hidden anxiety in him.

He has a easier time talking to people he is comfortable with and trust! and of course, makes jokes.

I think he stims a lot more when no one can see him or in private. When in full view he masks and refrains from it, maybe tapping his fingers lightly or doing something subtle if he still has to stim.

Ghost most likely goes into shutdowns rather than meltdowns when everything gets overwhelming. He retreats and needs privacy, you won’t likely see him anywhere. Will not respond.

He can probably eat most things but has a few safe foods, and no not because he’s british but I do believe tea is one of them. I can see him liking some simple cookies/biscuits, likes the texture of it and it being very simple and consistent!

he has different special interests! he might not even be aware they are just that (defientely a thing for knives)

Headcanons of platonic Ghost and reader

Only way I see that reader can meet Simon is being in the military field themselves. I don’t think he stays in one place, moves around a lot when he isn’t on call/duty, this would make it hard to meet someone and remain in contact with if you’re a civilian.

It would take a bit for him to grow trust in you! not weeks, not months probably years. When I mean trust I mean the big and deep trust where he would express himself more and tell you things, not the ”I trust my teammate to be able to shoot someone who’s attacking me, because that’s their job”

Unless you can prove to him that he can trust you in a extreme way. Take this for as a gain trust quickly example, Soap, Alejandro etc not siding with Graves and defending each other including Ghost is a big step in building trust.

Once he grows more comfortable with you as well as trust he would probably crack some jokes with you and the rest of the team, however not too often especially during missions unless he needs to (Alone mission) He’ll be most likely hyperfocused on the mission alone.

Those jokes will range from dad jokes to very edgy just for shock value jokes.

If there is freetime or the team casually hangs out he’d be a bit more ”relaxed”(as relaxed as Ghost can be)

Someone will have to convince him to join for a card game you and the team are playing. He’d be very quiet and be thinking a lot in what his move would be and try to figure out what you and the others will do and so on. If it’s just you and him playing a card game, there won’t be much talk! at least from him, expect a strategic game.

He’s an awful loser as well as winner, his ego will get hurt if he loses, get all moody and sour. If he wins he would brag. He would most likely bring up you loosing in the game in the future as a counter argument or just to annoy you.

He takes things literally a lot of the time, if he asks you if you want anything and you say no to be polite, he will not get that thing for you. He cannot read your mind and probably won’t ask you ”are you sure?”

the only thing he would willfully make for you is tea, if you don’t like tea he’ll take the tea himself.

He’s not someone that would really make or give things to people, even friends. There is a certain independence he expects of you and others, being able to make, get and do things for yourself. He of course will help you in survival situations, have your back in combat and if you get injured bring you to safety and try to patch you up if no medic is available.

with time of knowing you, if he stumbles upon something he knows you like, anything really, from a movie, book, plant, supplies for whatever hobby you like! He might get it for you.

Ghost gives you (thing you like)

You: ??? ”Where did you find this?”

Ghost: ”In the trashpile over there.”

You: ”thanks?”

he does a slight nod and goes off to do whatever Ghost does, kill people

If he’s your superior expect more scolding from him if you do something irresponsible.

Whenever he gets comfortable with you, if a conversation leads to it or if you ask. He would 100% wanna talk about his special interests, I think knife collecting is one. He would know a lot about knives, models, history about them, and how to use them effectively and in different ways! He’d unintentionally infodump which might take you by surprised if you’re neurotypical or just not used to it from him!

Infodumping brings him joy even if he’d be afraid to admit, and if he becomes friends with you he’d love infodumping! He’d get into a lot of details so expect being there and listening to him for a while. He’ll tell you all about it when it comes to his special interests. If there is a book he likes, he’d tell you all about it.

Him joking or infodumping is the rare times you’ll hear him talk a lot more than usual.

Don’t peer pressure him into eating or drinking especially in public! Ignoring the mask wearing, he does not enjoy doing this in public. He prefers eating and drinking alone! but he’ll come back to you and the group after!

If you compliment him he won’t respond, he does not do well with positive feedback. (He also has a big ego and knows he’s good at something) (he does not thank Rudolfo after he compliments Ghost’s knife throwing) Despite not responding to your compliment or positive feedback, know that it does mean a lot to him!

Expect nonverbal communication or lack of communication, don’t take it personally. You’ll need to learn how he communicates, as he’ll most likely have already figured out how you communicate. Silence from him isn’t usually a sign of a hidden meaning or agenda, it’s genuine. (Sometimes he could intentionally go silent tho with a agenda)

I mentioned he has also a very direct way of communicating, he’ll be pretty blunt with you and the team. Talking when he needs to and only if he asks something. There won’t be much small talk.

Don’t take it personally if he seems rude he’s mostly likely actually not being intentionally rude. He is either silent or quick and direct because there isn’t much he can or wants to talk about. It’s hard for him to see a reason to talk to you about things that arent related to the mission, infodumping or just making silly jokes.

Him infodumping isn’t onesided by the way, he’s a listener too, you’ll probably sit there for an hour listening to him, but when he is done he would really enjoy listening to you infodump or just talk about your interests! (unless you’re on a mission or he has something to do, but he wouldn’t himself infodump in the first place if this was the case!)

Being able to just exist quietly in a comfortable silence together is something he enjoys with you and the team. It takes a certain level of being comfortable with someone.

If you, yourself are autistic or neurodivergent, I think you and him would have an easier time communicating, he would be able to understand you better and you him. This isnt saying you being neurotypical wouldn’t give the same result!

If you’re autistic too I could imagine you both be infodumping for hours, someone would need to interrupt you two otherwise you’d stop and find out 5 years has passed even tho it felt like 5 minutes

if you like to play videogames he wouldnt mind trying it out (he might even play videogames himself he just wont admit it) He’d be a very tryhard player tho so you two might get a bit competitive, or he might not even take it seriously. Who knows!

Don’t be afraid to joke with him! he enjoys jokes, sharing jokes would be some quality time spending with each other!

He won’t really ask about your personal life or past, I don’t think it would ever cross his mind, you would need to be the one who brings it up first. He would never ever try to disrespect your boundaries when it comes to your personal life, he wouldn’t ask about it unless you bring it up first, and if you don’t wanna talk about something regarding it he won’t push or stick his nose in, in anyway. He’s very respectful when it comes to other people’s past or personal life!

He wouldn’t mind helping you with training! He’d give you advice and tips! He’d give a ”good job!” or so when you finish or succeed with something! If you don’t train, he’d still give positive feedback for other things! They would be very short and quick feedback but he means well!

Despite his cold demeanour, he cares about his friends and team! Just remember that! He just shows it in his own ways. He might not comfort you when you’re sad or feeling bad in a way that is expected or what you expect.

If you’re sad he’d try to give you advice if that’s not right thing to do in the moment he would just kinda either leave you be to give you privacy, as he prefers privacy when if he were to get emotional, or he would just sit in the same space as you, hoping him showing you by just being there that you’re not alone.

At most he’d give you some awkward patting on the back, unless you made it clear you don’t want any physical touch! He’s super respectful of peoples boundaries when it comes to that.

If you’re autistic and have a meltdown he would react a bit more different! this also includes panic/anxiety attacks. He’d give you room and remove any thing that might be the cause of it/stress. He would not raise his voice in anyway, he’s likely be silent, talk calmly at most.

If you’ve stated what you need during a meltdown before, he will 100% remember that and do the things you’ve requested. He will not push you or put any pressure or expectations on you!

If this happens during combat or in a dangerous area, he would take the lead! he would make sure you’re safe and he will take watch and make sure the area is safe. He would never let his friend or team mate get injured or worse, specially during a meltdown so he’d do anything he can to help.

If you get exhausted after a meltdown, and even to a point of not being able to do anything. He’d help you out as much as he can, he’d would even give you a piggyback ride to any safe space if needed.

hopefully there isn’t too many typos, and nothing is too ooc, this is just how see Ghost mainly!

He may act all scary, cold and silent, but he tbh has a silly side to him, and clearly cares for his teammates. Trauma does affect people, by a lot, changes things and causes lots of damage. But it’s not the only thing to the character so it’s nice adding some stuff I think he would do and like!

can y’all watch the 141 while price smokes

Alleyway Rendezvous "stay still. we're not done yet."

i read könig's bio. it made me even more motivated doing the render. the pose was supposedly something different (him just standing with a wide stance) but i after pondering on it, i thought this one looked more... feisty.

there are more things that i originally planned that i unfortunately cannot share (if were to be vague, he was supposedly stepping on the... yeah.)

got my rhythm going again. even if i'm not making fully-pledged renders, i like posing random characters.

I love good boy Harry, I do, but I hate it when people write him to be this absolute saint, who would never use any dark magic, or be vicious when need be.

He literally used Crucio on Bellatrix (albeit, it didn’t really work), and then he used it again, on somebody because they spat on McGonagall (and it did work that time).

He used Imperio on multiple people.

He strangled a guy.

And this all happened in canon.

You, an immortal, have spent your entire life being a professor. Today, a new student signed up to your class, who happened to be a familiar face. Turns out, they already took one of your classes; 200 years ago.

Albert Wesker would be that YouTuber whose videos slowly get unhinged over time and you see him descend into madness.

more like Dilf by Daylight am i right fellas