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[chososcamgirl]

#𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲! 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏

synopsis ; in which you and the jjk characters conversate about starting a family!

summary ; fem!reader, fluff, crack ! , slight suggestiveness

incl ; gojo satoru , geto suguru

a/n ; didn’t do the minors because i found it weird to put that scenario with them!

pt. 2 , pt. 3 , pt. 4 !!

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gojo satoru

geto suguru

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likes + reblogs r appreciated ! <3

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[arysbruv]

SIREN

SYPNOSIS A starving artist fresh out of university, you would've never expected to end up to receive a DM from the Jujutsu Kaisen production team asking you to make music form the critically acclaimed show. Taken aback, you obviously accept, before realising this decision causes your whole life to turn upside down with new relations especially one pertaining to a certain Fushiguro with an unfavourable reputation, being dragged to interviews, you're not supposed to go to and new experiences!

AUTHORS NOTES !! - Actor AU + Singer!Reader - Toji Fushiguro x F!Reader - Fluff/Fake dating/Angst/lots of dumb stuff - all characters are in their 20s This is absolutely my first time writing a SMAU and I DO NOT have an app to make the twt profiles but I have one for tweets. Post schedule might be odd as I'm having my exams. Either way, I hope y'all like this!! Also! If ya'll wanna be in a taglist, just comment!! A LOOK INTO : Y/N | TOJI | JUJUTSU KAISEN CAST | START HERE! -> prologue : JJK MENTIONED

taglist (ones in green mean I can't tag-) @lunavelha @catobsessedlady @galagcica @kidd3ath @gina239 @en-happiness @sn1perz @itzzmoony @lemonnotade @203steph

[southernbluebellereader]

Ghost and seeing your tattoos for the first time? 👀👀

UM OK, I see you, bestie! When I first saw this, I kept thinking of like a back tattoo - like a girl with the dragon tattoo moment. Love this idea! Thank you so much!

A/N: Reader assumed to be AFAB, minimal use of Y/N. I didn't get any more details other than this so I assume I have free range. But I hope you like this!

Warnings: Descriptions of nudity. Wandering eyes.

Request: Lt. Simon "Ghost" Riley x AFAB Reader w/ Tattoo

Master List - (tag list at the bottom)

Drake

Being stuck in decoy safe houses was always fun - especially when it was being stuck in a small one bedroom apartment with four other men. You were used to being the only woman in a team - but it was nice when there was another woman on the team. Either way, she was happy that in this case she was appreciated for her skill as a soldier, not as a soldier who was a woman.

Except for when there were wandering eyes.

Every so often during stakeouts, Y/N and Simon would play 21 questions - mainly to avoid Simon's cringey jokes. Simon sat a car down the street of the decoy safe house. Y/N was the unlucky member to be stuck in the rain, getting soaked.

"How many tattoos, you got LT?" Y/N's voice echoed through the comms.

"Just the arm."

"Just the arm?"

"You know the rules, L/N."

"Yeah yeah."

"You got any tattoos?" Simon wasn't even looking for the target anymore. He was watching Y/N.

"Yeah."

"Never seen 'em."

"How do I know you only have tattoos on your arm?"

"You calling me a liar, L/N?"

"I would never. You don't trust me, LT?" Y/N gave a shaky snicker, the rain and the cold was starting to get to her.

"Get back inside, L/N. We done for the day."

"Final-fucking-ly, LT." Y/N quickly headed back inside shedding her boots and various articles of clothing as she headed back inside and straight to the bathroom.

Too occupied with trying to figure out how to get warm water in the bathtub, the bathroom door was left slightly ajar. Simon walked back and forth throughout the apartment, updating Captain Price and and Kyle on their findings of their stakeout.

Almost walking past the bathroom, he catches a glimpse of something - red?

A towel wrapped around her lower body, Y/N sat on the edge of the bathtub, back facing the door. Simon felt guilty - dirty - for watching but-

A dragon?

His eyes focused on the base of the top of her hips, the back of her back covered in fine red lines, snaking together into a dragon. The dragon was curled around her torso. Y/N lifted her arms over her head, arching her back to stretch. God, such a sight.

Allowing himself to feel for a moment, in his chest and under his belt. His eyes wandered up her back, seeing the head of the dragon. It's green eyes contrasting its red body stared back at him - warning him - cautioning him.

He held his breath and took a step away from the bathroom, restraining himself - the tattoo engrained in his mind.

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[hellsfirekeepsyouwarm]

All Hell Breaks Loose Masterlist

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Summary: Simon can't fucking wait to get home to you. The only normal thing he can pick up easily when he's let back into society is going home. So when he walks up to the front door, and sets foot in your shared home, he's waiting for the feeling to wash over him. Calmness, comfort, warm and kind. But they never came, only the dread that runs up on his spine. Nothing greets him but an empty bed in an empty house. And he will raise hell to bring you back home.

Series Warnings: Angst so much angst, kidnapping, military men (that needs it's own warning), blood, injuries, weapons, fighting, language, graphic scenes, slight spoiler for MW2, bad and impossible plot but we are going with it anyway

Part 1 -> Part 2 -> Part 3 -> Part 4

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Please write a comment if you want to be tagged or you want to be removed from the tags of this series. Thank you very much guys for reading and interacting. I'm always open for a chat, so feel free to send me stuff you guys want to talk about. <3

[lethalchiralium]

Don’t Be So Serious | Simon “Ghost” Riley x F!Reader

a/n: this is a little spinoff of the whole ass story i’m gonna write off of @galagcica ‘s prompt. ghost is ghost okay this is just a blurb, reader is a popstar and ghost is her bodyguard 🤭 i’ll write smut for this sometime but not today :( (mask stays on during sex!) (am i writing a whole ass story from that prompt? fuck yeah.)

summary: with your opening night for your tour being so energetic, ghost gets a little handsy in your dressing room - and rips your first performance outfit.

warnings: sexual themes and cussing, mentions of strength. NO USE OF Y/N RIGHT NOW!!

“You did not do that.” She whispered, looking at her tour outfit in the mirror. Simon pulled his pants up before moving to look at her as she turned back to him, in absolutely shock. “You tore my outfit to shreds.”

If he hadn’t pulled his mask down from his nose, she would’ve seen him smile like a madman. He just chuckled as he zipped up his pants, buttoning them before she came towards him and shoved his shoulder a little.

“Simon, my outfit is in ribbons!” She groaned before a hand went to her face, hovering over it as to not ruin her makeup. “God, I knew keeping you with me on this tour would be a bad idea.” She turned away from him to her rack of costumes, mumbling, “What am I going to do when you see me in my last outfit?”

“What? Are you going to show me that one so I can see what it looks like before I rip it when I fuck you?” His voice was deep and laced with the high he was coming down from.

She huffed out a breath of air in annoyance as she looked over her shoulder. She turned back to the rack. “Have fun ripping latex, you bastard.”

“I will, princess.” He smirked before he watched as she slipped the top off of her body easily, seeing the rip on the side of the top where he had pulled it apart like paper. She grabbed another white top from the rack, pulling it on over her head and pulling the straps so they were tight. She moved down the rack and had turned a little, where he could see that he had ripped the faux leather bottom from thigh to thigh and almost the top. “Let me know when you want me to rip some more clothes off you.”

“Of course you’d rip clothes off of me with your strength.” She answered, almost ignoring him and returning to her calm demeanor. “I’m not going to have to explain to my costumer that my boy toy got so riled up by me in barely anything that he ruined my fucking outfit because he wanted to fuck me. On the first night of the tour!” She turned and pointed a finger at him. “You better keep your dick between your legs until after the show. I don’t have any other replacements for my costumes.” She pulled off a pair of white, baggy and laced up joggers. She began to move to take off the ruined bottoms, but Simon was quick to make it across the room, hands now on hers as he smiled down at her.

“Let me help you, sweetheart.”

“Wipe that look off your face, Riley, before I wipe it off of you.” She wanted to look angry, but all she could do was stare at his eyes again.

His hand crept up her waist, hovering over the zipper of the shredded bottom. “Is that a threat, Miss?”

She swallowed thickly. “It’s a promise.”

“Witty girl.” His other hand gently held her chin, placing a clothed kiss to her lips. “I’ll show you just how sorry you’ll be for threatening me when we get home, sweet girl.” He pinched her waist before moving away. He walked towards the door of her dressing room, turning to look at her again. She looked dazed this time, watching him with eagerness. “Don’t forget to change.”

She snapped out of her trance by looking down at her hand that held her pants, her mouth dropped to snap back with a remark, but he had already slipped out of the room. She groaned, her free hand going to her forehead.

She was truly infatuated with him.

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Ten minutes to places and she had to run in her six inch platforms to the costume department near the stage. She had the clothes balled in her hands tightly, skirting past dancers and backstage workers as quickly as she could.

“Hi hi hi, Ev,” She smiled at the short man with curly, bright green hair. He turned around towards her, eyebrows furrowed as he looked her up and down. “Hi.”

“That’s not what I dressed you in for tonight.” He commented, leaning against his table and crossing his arms.

“I know, I know, I- Uh, just have a problem.” She smiled nervously and then held out the ball of white faux leather clothes. Evan curiously took them from her hands, then gasped as he held up the pieces.

“What did you do?!”

“Funny story,” She chuckled a little before looking at her imaginary watch. “Please don’t ask, just fix it. Love you!”

She turned on her heel, racing out of the small area while Evan yelled after her, “I’m not going to fix every costume your boyfriend rips!”

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Help my song reach the Haikyuu!! team

Calling All Haikyuu Fans! 🏐🎶

Hi everyone,

My name is Sara and I’m a huge Haikyuu fan, just like you. Four years ago, just one week before the Haikyuu manga ended I poured my heart into writing a song inspired by its story and characters. Not to toot my own horn, but I think it works great as an outro.

It’s my dream for this song to reach Haruichi Furudate and the amazing creatives and executives behind Haikyuu, and hopefully, to appear in the upcoming film adaptation. And thakfully, this is now possible since the film's producers are gonna be answering questions at a convention. But I need your help to make this dream a reality!

What’s the Plan?

📅 Date: BEFORE August 24.

✉️ Mission: Send this question to the Anime NYC panel before August 24 here (https://animenyc.com/haikyu-panel-fly-connect-q-a/)

Dear Mr. Matsushita and Mr. Taguchi. My name is [Your Name], and I am a passionate fan of Haikyuu. I've come across a song by a fellow fan that beautifully captures the spirit of the series. It’s her dream for this song to reach Haruichi Furudate and the creative team behind Haikyuu and it would be a fantastic addition to the upcoming Haikyuu film adaptation. You can listen to the song here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mWamSJ5bVZY&t=1s Thank you for considering this suggestion.

Let’s unite and make this happen together! 💪🏐

Thank you for your support and let’s do this!

I made a Twitter account so this reaches more people!! Please RT to help if you can!!

As I said on Twitter, I've actually tried reaching out to Furudate by sending a handwritten letter twice. The first time was in 2020 and then again in 2022. You can see the envelope of the last letter in the picture below. The sticker is from Milvilla and I actually bought an extra Hinata sticker + Bokuto and Tanaka as a gift since Furudate said in an interview that they are their favorite characters.

[theravencawsatmidnight]

A little Thank You Fic for @galagcica 💕

Happy With You

Aone was a quiet guy, very quiet. He did not talk much unless it was with Kenjii or the rest of the team about volleyball. Most people in school were intimdated by him because of his height and constant upset face. But deep down he was a very nice guy just a liiiiitle shy. So when he saw you one day after practice his heart skipped a beat.

You were sitting under a tree working on homework by yourself looking pretty content and happy. The wind slightly kicked up sending petals around you for a second . It was perfect, Aone was starstruck and at a total loss for words and actions, the Iron Wall had found his one weakness and it was beautiful.

“Aone wanna grab lunch? Aone?” Kenjii jogged over to his friend looking up at him. “You okay?”

Aone pointed to you then gave his friend a worried look. He was so unsure about so many things right now; should he say hello? Will he scare you? How would he even get the words out?!? Kenjii looked over and just smiled .

“Y/n? They are in my math class, pretty nice. Wanna go say hi?”

“N-no..” yes he did “ho..w”

“Well you just say hi, ill go over with you.”

Aone shook his head running into the school leaving his chuckling friend to jog after him.

*

You noticed Aone when he was outside looking at you and it had made you giggle, he was so cute to you but seemed shy . Kenjii looked to be trying to get him to go over to you but instead he ran into the school. Maybe you should make the first move.

After classes you followed Kenjii to the school entrance where Aone was supposed to be waiting for him. He was leaning on the stone wall watching the other kids pass by.

“Aone?” You asked as you approached.

Aone jumped in his skin whipping around to see just you and Kenjii trying to sneak down the street. He was a visible flustered mess right now.

“..okay.. uhn..” he motioned for you to follow him and you giggled pointing the opposite way.

“Aone you wanna walk home together?”

“I...”

“Or we could just spend time together.”

“My place is this way”

“O-oh.”

*

The walk to your place started off very very silent. Aone had his hands stuffed in his pockets staring at the ground. It had been 20 minutes and he had not said a word to you. You gave him all the time he needed, did not try to pull answers out of him, give him a hard time or anything. Just took your time to your place, taking the long way.

“ y/n........”

“Hm?”

“You..” his face got red. “Pre...tyy.. you are pretty..”

You blushed leaning into him making him jump slightly and look down at you to see your happy face.

“Thank you, you are pretty cute yourself.”

Aone had never heard that before, he was so used to students cowering around him or calling him the Iron Wall he completely forgot compliments existed for him. Is this what it was like? His heart was all fluttery and happy. It felt nice.

“Thank you.” He told you as he put a arm around you.

“Hehe no problem!”

The rest of the walk was better, you both talked about your interest and volleyball and school. Aone opened up to you and he never took his arm off you. Turns out he liked holding you close.

*

Once you arrived at your home Aone bumped into everything since your place was so small especially for him. You had to help him to the couch and fell ontop of him.

“Ah sorry!!”

Aone was red in the face with his arms around your hips holding you securely. “Are.. are you okay?” He asked, freaking out inside.

“Uh.. i think so. Im so sorry , ill move.”

“Uhm.. i ... dont mind.. but if your uncomfortable ..”

You sat down on his lap giggling. “Im okay with it, can we.. snuggle.”

His heart jumped and he pulled you closer . “Like.. this?”

“Almost. Lay down heh.”

Aone sat you down next to him and laid down on his back like a board. You chuckled laying down nect to him with your back to him. “Okay face me and hug me this way”

Aone shifted over and wrapped a shaky arm around you over your chest and slid his other arm under your neck. “Like... this?”

“Yep!” You snuggled into his arms getting cozy with him. “Feels nice right?”

It did.. it really did.. you were warm and so sweet.. so soft.. so gentle.. he squeezed you tight for a minute. “Yes.”

You spent the day watching tv that way untill you fell asleep all snuggled up in Aons arms. He was not moving for any reason . 💞

[secondhand-trash]

Maybe dumbification and choking 💕

Dumbification: 8/10

Feels about this the same way I do about degradation even though I am much more comfortable (or rather, I think I’m better at) writing the other lmao I guess I like it when it’s done is a more affectionate manner? Like a “am I fucking you so good you can’t think of anything else” kinda? So maybe the conclusion is that I’m just a soft ass bitch who craves love and affection😌

Choking: 9/10

I cannot stop putting choking into everything I write LMAO I’m aware that there’s more technicality to it than how I usually bother to go in depth about, but it’s just hot that you can trust someone so much that you let them do it to you🤤

(Anon me kinks and I’ll rate them out of 10)

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And they were Roommates (Part 17)

A/N: So here it is ... hum... yeah there you go

WARNINGS: SEXUAL CONTENT? ADULT? 18+ F!reader

The way back home was long. It took 24h for the extraction to be ready. You had been feeling exhausted. Price and Simon had been checked up by the doctor on base. Soap had been keeping an eye on you and had also forced you to be checked by the doc, who had clearly told you you needed rest, food and water. Simon had kept you close to him at all times and you hadn't complained a single second. 

You were glad to be able to fly home with everyone. Absolutely everyone. You had fallen asleep on Simon's shoulder in the plane back. The boys were thrilled, the plane wasn't their usual military plane for once, the comfort was amazing to them after almost two months on the field. 

Hopkins had greeted everyone upon arrival. He had eyed you worriedly, and you quickly realized you'd have a lot of paperwork and meetings to attend to in the next few days. He nodded your way, telling you to rest. 

Finally heading home felt like a dream. Like a haze. For a second, you were scared it wasn't real. That you'd wake up and he'd be gone. You glanced at him, in the driver's seat, brows furrowed behind the mask as Soap gaz and Konig were chatting in the back. 

Once home, you had dropped your gear on the floor in the living room. The boys were jumping around, happy to be home. You sighed, closing your eyes. Arms wrapped around your stomach, a strong body behind you. 

"Come on. Let's go draw you a bath." He said. 

"Simon.. you're one who almost got killed. You… got tortured-" 

"Hey hey.." he hushed, turning you around. 

"I've gone through worse. Much worse. This is nothing. I'm worried about you. If you want to help me, please be a good girl and let me take care of you. That's all I want to do right now." He argued. 

You smiled a bit, tired eyes never leaving him. 

"Fine… but you're taking that bath with me…" you murmured. 

He chuckled, before nodding. 

"Sergeant. Go rest. We're going to as well. We'll order something to eat a bit later on." He ordered the boys.

Soap nodded, Konig and Gaz too as they all went their separate ways. 

You walked up, hand in hand with Simon, Riley's little paws tapping on the floor. He tried to make you walk into your room but you immediately pulled him to his. The bed was still a mess. He noticed. Riley jumped on the bed taking his usual place. 

"I see you've both made yourselves at home." He teased. 

You froze. For a second you wondered if he was angry. 

"I'm.. sorry.. I-" 

He frowned. He pulled on his mask, taking it off. God you had missed his face..that man was so handsome. He gazed at you with worry in his eyes. 

"Baby, are you alright?" He asked. 

You didn't know what to answer. Four days. Four days was all it took to completely shatter your world. You had gone through the full spectrum of emotions in four days. 

You opened your mouth unsure of what to say. You bit your lip. No. You shook your head no, feeling the wave of exhaustion, relief and so much more fall on you. You cried. And he held you. The sweet nothings falling to your ears like poems from ancient times. He wiped your tears, dropping kisses to your cheeks and nose, he sat down on the bed, pulling you to his lap, letting you cry out your pain. 

You held him, time freezing on the spot. This, was all you wanted. You had begged and hoped all possible strength out of this world that he was alive. You didn't know which god you had to kneel to, or which divine energy answered your prayers but you were eternally grateful. His hands caressed your hair, making sure to not pull on the tangled mess they had quickly became in a short span of time. 

He rose after long minutes, holding you as he walked to the bathroom. He sat you down on the counter, wiping away the remaining tears. He kissed you deeply before heading to the bathtub, letting the water run after checking the temperature. You watched him. His muscles, his movements, his hands. You wanted to die with the imprint of his form behind your eyelids. You wanted to tell him. To confess all the love and adoration you had for him. 

He walked to you, pulling on your shirt to start undressing you. Every touch on your skin made you want to pull him close and never let go. The little shivers, goosebumps. He lifted you up without a single effort to remove your pants and panties. You gasped when he put you back down, the cold stone surprising you. He chuckled, kissing you again. 

He was about to walk away when you wrapped your legs around his waist. His gaze darkened instantly. You reached for the hem of his tactical shirt. He let you remove it, eyes looking into your soul. 

"Let me take care of you too…" you whispered. 

He nodded slowly. You reached for his belt, unbuckling it slowly. You could see his skin ravished in goosebumps as your fingers, in featherlight touches, brushed over his navel. You removed the pants, he helped you, pulling them down and stepping out of them. He was starting to get hard and you smiled softly. 

"You have too much power over me little bunny…" he whispered. 

You grabbed his face softly, kissing the corner of his lips. 

"Let's get into the tub before it overflows…" you sighed. 

He picked you up as you wrapped your arms around his neck, legs around his waist. He stepped into the large tub slowly dropping to sit down. The warm water on your skin felt amazing. He reached for the faucet, turning off the water. Picking up one of the various products from the shelf, you took some Buble bath, but he stopped you. 

"Not yet." 

You frowned. He grabbed your hand, fingers intertwining with yours to make you let go of the bottle. He brought both of your hands to his lips, lips brushing each of your knuckles in little kisses. You closed your eyes, letting him kiss every inch of you if that's what he wanted. Lips caressed yours, kisses filled with promises and silent confessions. You wrapped your arms around his neck, letting your hands get lost in his hair. 

His hands rubbed your back, up to the nape of your neck, down to your lower back. It felt hot. At this point you didn't know if it was the water or his skin that made you feel so warm. 

"Simon…" you whimpered. 

"You haunted my thoughts…" 

You closed your eyes, basking in his voice. 

"Every second. Your eyes… your lips… your voice. My mind was high on you…" 

You bucked your hips, rubbing him and yourself together in a slow dance. He pulled you closer, wet hand getting lost at the back of your head, meddling with your hair. 

"I didn't fucking care what they did. You were all I could think off. You kept me fighting. Alive. Just so I could come back to you." 

You wanted to cry. Your heart felt like it would burst from the emotions. 

He was hard. You could feel it against your clit. 

"You ready love?" He asked against your lips. 

"Yes…please Simon…" 

You craved it. It was like a mortal sin but a need. Like breathing. 

He lifted your hips as you positioned him at your entrance. You made sure to drop yourself very slowly into him, you had no problem, this man could get you wet so easily. You let every inch of him stretch you, burning the sensation of him filling you up slowly into your brain. He let his head fall back, his grips on your hips tightening. 

"Oh fuck baby…" he moaned. 

You closed your eyes, the heat wave the sound caused making you clench around him. 

When he finally bottomed deep inside you, you stopped. You were already pulsating around him and, even if you wouldn't last long, you wanted him to feel everything you couldn't say to him. 

You slowly grinded against him, earning a groan from him. He pulled himself up, letting his forehead touch yours.

Huffed breaths mixing, moans and groans filling the room. You rode him, kisses, tongues and lips, bites. 

The world? What world? What universe? Him. It was him. The galaxy, the nebula's, the morning sun and the crashing rain. It was him. 

The pace increased, he helped you, pulling you up to make you bounce on him. 

"Simon..si-" you moaned. 

"Y/N.." 

The water splashed, the ground would be full of it, but who cared? Who cared about the time ticking? The water spilling? 

He angled you perfectly, watching your face to know where to hit. He could read you like a book he'd never stop rereading. The familiar build of pressure deep in you making you grind with him in harmony. He chased his own high, watching you unfold before him. And it was peeking. The breaking point. 

"Si..mon… fuck… please.." 

"That's it bunny… I'm right here… keep chasing it…" 

You looked into his eyes, he reached for your clit, soft circular motions ready to tip you off the edge. 

"You gonna cum baby? You're gonna cum my bunny?" He growled. 

"Y..yes.. please… cum with me…" you begged. 

He smirked. And it was there right there… almost there… 

"Bunny… eyes on me." He ordered. 

And you did. You never wanted to look away. 

"Good girl…my good girl… go on… cum with me.." 

One more thrust. Another one and the tension broke. He grabbed your throat making sure you looked at him as he spilled himself deep in you. 

"I love you bunny…so. fucking. much. " 

You weren't sure you heard it correctly. You weren't sure. You're mind was dizzy from the heat and your orgasm completely crushing you. You tried to catch your breath, face in his neck. His large hands caressed your back again. He slowly pulled you up, slipping out of you. He kept you on him. He let you rest on him as he reached for the bath salts and threw some in the water. He pulled you away from him make you spin around so you could lay on him, back again his chest. 

He slowly let your head back, wetting your hair slowly. He applied a bit of shampoo before starting to massage your scalp slowly. 

"Simon…" you tried. 

"Yes darling ?" 

"You said it…" you whispered. 

"... I did." 

"I love you Simon." 

"I love you Y/N." 

Simon's way of coping seemed to be taking care of you. And the way you coped was by being constantly near him. 

After the bath, once you were both clean, he had taken you out to his room, dried you up before dressing you in his clothes. He let you dry your hair while he got into some sweatpants and a t-shirt. You had slipped into bed with him while Riley had laid down near the bed. You had let yourself fall asleep in his arms, his own breathing evening. 

It was already late noon when you both woke up. The house was quiet. You had gotten up begrudgingly, hand in hand going downstairs. The boys were in the living room, sprawled on the couches, TV on. 

"You guys napped too?" Gaz asked. 

"Yeah…" you answered. 

"We all did… guess we all needed to rest." Soap added with a smile. 

"You guys hungry? We should order some food." You proposed. 

The boys agreed and jumped on the occasion to make the order. You had, very unwillingly, let go of Simon's hand to head to kitchen to feed Riley. The big boy seemed to be happier. He wasn't fully eating as much as he should, but you cheered and praised at every bite and it seemed to work. Simon had also praised him with a good boy and it made you smile. 

You had dined around an hour later, before finally heading to the couch, watching a movie. You had looked around. The boys laying around. Simon hugging you. Riley's head on your lap. You let yourself finally rest.  They were here. 

During the rest of the week, your team passed by and remained during the day. You were so happy to have everyone with you that the loud noise didn't bother you at all. Melissa and Amy also spent time with you and you just felt so glad to be so surrounded. 

You had noticed how Bishop and soap seemed to get closer and closer. Bishop's boy, Tyler, really liked Soap and you could see how it made her smile and melt. Konig and Grim had their own little conversations in German, and you didn't remember the last time you had seen each of them so comfortable with someone. 

Price on the other hand… well it was complicated. You had seen little touches, little smiles. But one was too scared and the other wouldn't let himself give in. 

You had sighed in contempt in Simon's arms. 

The nights were spent in his room. He wanted you near him and you didn't want to sleep without him. To be honest, you had been having nightmares. Horrible ones where he wasn't here. Where he did not come back. You would slightly jolt awake, not screaming or anything. But it was enough. Enough for him to wake up, enough to notice. Each time he'd make sure to cuddle you and reassure you. 

Kate had been trying her best to keep away the unavoidable meetings and paperwork, but it caught up with all of you. Once Monday hit, everyone had to at least attend to some urgent matters. Missions reports, meetings. Very annoying things. You had headed to base in his Jeep, Riley in the back, following the boy's cars. Once on base the looks were very much noticeable, but none of you cared. You parted ways as he dropped on kiss on top of your head through the mask. 

Riley remained with you as you headed to said meetings, video calls with higher ups. There was a mix of feelings in the ranks, you had gone through reckless behavior, but you had brought back the full squad. You had ordered a blow up on a facility but you also had brought extremely important Intel. Eventually, you had managed to reach a compromise on everything. They'd be more careful with your squads, you'd make sure to remain their safe little bird and keep getting important Intel. 

You had been furious of their mistake on the extraction point, and they had fully understood that.  

It took several days to get back a bit of freedom, even for the boys but eventually, here you were. The two squads mixed, walking around the mall. Amy in Simon's arms while Melissa talked with Bishop, Soap and Coyote. 

You had lunched together before now roaming around, alternating between little shops in little groups. Eventually, Amy had decided to walk hand in hand, in between price and Coyote. For a second you asked yourself if the little girl knew and if she was enjoying her little game. 

Tyler had grown on Soap, they were getting inseparable. They'd run around, getting to stores, playing, and it made you smile. 

Bishop and Melissa had walked into a clothing store, dragging you with them. They picked up some little summer dresses, dragging you to the dressing room to try them on. 

You were on your fourth dress, and a high level of 'this is starting to be annoying' when you heard Simon's voice behind the curtain. 

"Yes?" 

"Can I step in?" He asked. 

"Sure." You smiled. 

He walked in, taking a double take on the little dress you were wearing. 

"You look beautiful. You should get the dress." He said matter of factly. 

You chuckled. 

"What's wrong?" You questioned. 

"Need you to do something for me." 

You frowned. He lifted his t-shirt up, and you gasped. 

"Simon! Here?!" You whispered-yelled. 

He laughed. It made you smile. 

"Not what I had in mind but don't test me too much." He warned teasingly. 

He reached for his pocket, getting out a little tube. You frowned in confusion. 

"My lipstick?" 

"Go on. Put it on." 

"Simon… i don't understand…" 

"Go on bunny. To please me." 

He didn't need to say anything else. You rolled your eyes for the theatric move, but picked up the lipstick before turning to the mirror and applying it. You smeared the lipstick, pressing your lips together. You finally turned to him. 

"Alright. What now?" You asked. 

He had crossed his arms on his chest, muscles flexing. 

"Drop a kiss." He ordered. 

"Sorry… what?" You huffed a laugh. 

"Anywhere. Drop a kiss. Leave a pretty mark." He ordered again. 

You frowned, shaking your head a bit. 

"What's gotten into you?" 

"Bunny." He warned. 

You rolled your eyes again. He grabbed your ching making you look at him.

"Roll you eyes at me again. Go on bunny. Try it. I'll ruin you against that mirror and I'll make sure the whole fucking store hears you." 

You gasped, your cheeks now burning. 

"Now come here. And paint me." 

You closed your eyes, smirking. You tried to gain back composure. 

"Alright. Fine." 

You stepped closer to him, looking at his body. Just the thought of it made you squeeze your thighs together. 

"A kiss baby. One. Behave." 

You bit your lip, looking up at him through your lashes. 

"Bunny. Behave. I already got one punishment for you. You don't want to add another one." 

You faked a pout before turning to your task. A kiss. Where? Did it matter? You wanted to kiss every part of him. You finally settled for a spot. You dropped your head to his ribs, on the left side almost hidden by his arm. You dropped a kiss, making sure to leave a pretty print. You looked at your handy work, lifting your hand to slightly smudge the lower corner of the left side of the print, leaving a little smudge that made it almost like art. 

"Why did you do that?" He asked. 

"If you want the perfect thing you'll have to come back again… and again." You teased. 

He chuckled. He took back his t-shirt putting it back on him. 

"Simon… what are you doing?" You were truly confused now. 

He lifted his mask, kissing you deeply, making you melt in his arms. 

"Thank you, I got what I need." 

He smirked before pulling down his mask, grabbing the lipstick and stepping out. You remained there confused for a second before shaking your head and turning back to the mirror. You brushed the little flowery dress with your hands. It was pretty. Maybe you'd buy it. 

You changed back into your clothes, heading back out to the girls. 

"Heyyy. What happened in there?" Bishop teased. 

"I wouldn't be able to explain because I didn't get it either." You answered. 

"Damn. He's that good?" Melissa joked as well. 

"Oh you have, NO idea." You smirked, making the girls woo. 

You headed with them to the counter to pay for your things. You had decided to get only the little dress. 

"Will that be all?" The cashier asked with a smile. 

"Yes thank you!" You said returning her smile. 

"Well, it's been paid for already." 

You blinked the girls wooing again. 

"The lieutenant…" the cashier tried, now a bit confused. 

"Of course.. hum… thank you." You said with another smile. 

You walked out with them when bishop decided to tease more. 

"He loves to spoil you rotten doesn't he?" She joked, wiggling her eyebrows. 

You shook your head but couldn't stop yourself from smiling. If only they knew what you knew. The way he had eyed you in that dress. That man spoiled you anytime yes, but this dress.. he wanted to rip it up and fuck you in it. You wouldn't complain for a second though. 

You had joined the rest of the team. Amy was still happily settled in between Price and Liza. But someone was missing. 

"Where's Simon ?" 

"Oh he said he got something to do. He'd join us later." Price informed you. 

You frowned but nodded. 

"There's another shop that you NEED to see." Melissa almost yelled. 

"Guys… I'm tired…" you whined. 

"Come on. You need to." Melissa confirmed. 

You were curious. You had rarely seen her so adamant about something. So you accepted. It caught soap and Gaz's attention who decided they wanted to follow you too but we're quickly shut down by Melissa and Margo. Now you truly were curious. They slipped their arms through yours and walked away with you. 

The store was mysterious. There were no open windows to look inside. Nothing that could tip you on what the store was. You had stepped in to be in shock. Not only was it a lingerie store, but it was much more than that. Little costumes, some toys and accessories like handcuffs and collars. 

"How the hell was this permitted on base?" You asked in a laugh. 

"I think we should all secretly thank Kate." Melissa added. "You got to follow me. When I saw this, I immediately thought of you." 

You frowned but she grabbed your hand, dragging you and a very curious Margo behind her. When you finally stopped in front of some mannequins you finally understood. 

"Oh my god. YES." Margo squealed. 

You looked at the little pink dress. The velvety fabric mixed with fake fur and lace. It was a strapless dress, two pom poms acting as buttons on the corset. A flowy skirt with white lace at the bottom. Two separate sleeves, and white fishnets thigh highs. But the most noticeable feature. The bunny headband with pose-able white fluffy bunny ears. 

"Oh my god…" you said under your breath. 

"I will BUY it for you if you don't." Melissa warned. 

You smirked at her. 

"Oh don't worry. I'm going to buy it."

 

It had been a full hour and half and Simon hadn't come back yet. You wondered where he had run off to. 

"Y/N, Y/N!" Soap called. 

You turned to him. 

"Can I take Riley to training?" He asked full of hope. 

You weren't exactly against it… but you were a bit scared to leave Riley with anyone else for now. 

"We'll have to think about it." 

You spun around at the sound. 

"Hey, where have you been?" You asked. 

"I ran a little errand." He answered. 

You were confused. He winked at you. 

"Let's head home." Price called. 

Everyone agreed, and home you were headed.

 

Once home everyone went their way. The girls had gone back to the house in front of yours, Melissa with them. Price had gone to base. Riley walked upstairs with you to put your new purchases in your room. Riley jumped on your bed as you closed the door behind you. It made you so happy to see him so comfortable. He loved to cuddle Reaper and it made you melt.

You started putting away your new clothes when you spotted the pretty pink outfit. You bit your lip. You wanted to try it. You jumped up grabbing the bag and running to your bathroom. You very meticulously put in the outfit. You made sure the fishnet thigh fit, even though they squished a bit your thighs. You put the bunny ears, putting one of the ears down cutely. You spun around looking at yourself in the mirror. 

It was cute. Pretty. You wondered how Simon would react. You picked up the last little thing in the bag. Turns out the store did another very interesting thing. Leather collars, that you could personalize. Now these weren't pet ones… not that kind of pet at least. You chose a pink one, the little medallion engraved 'Bunny' and the back… you bit your lip. You were really curious about his reaction. 

You walked back into the bedroom, looking for your phone. You noticed Riley on the bed. His tail wagged when he saw you and you smiled. You sat on the new on your knees, petting the pup who turned around for belly rubs. He decided to give some love back by licking up your hands to your face. You giggled, trying not to be attacked by the amount of love he was sending your way. 

When the door opened, you jolted back, Riley taking back his usual protective stance. 

"Y/N, have you-" 

Simon stared at you. He looked shocked behind his mask. You bit your lip. Was it too much? Did you go overboard? Riley jumped from the bed, joining Simon. He wagged his tail, ready to get his attention.

"You've been a good boy. You've been keeping an eye on my bunny. " He said. Eyes never leaving yours as his hands ruffled the fur around Riley's neck. 

"How about that training buddy huh?" Riley growled, suddenly fully alert, he was perfectly aware of what it meant and he looked excited. 

"si-" 

"Sit right there baby. Just stay there and look pretty for me. I'm gonna take care of you in a little moment."

He headed to the door, swinging it open. Riley had followed up like a good pup. 

"MCTAVISH." He roared in the hallway, making you jump. 

You heard the rush of Soap's footsteps up the stairs. Simon grabbed the handle of the door, slightly closing it to hide the view of you, sitting on the bed, cute little pink bunny suit, no underwear. 

"Yes lieutenant?" Soap's almost shaky voice asked, probably slightly scared of the tone he was called. 

"You wanted to take Riley for a little training. today's your chance."

"Really?! fuck ye-" he roared happily. 

"Take Gaz and koning." 

"What?" 

"I have to repeat myself? you have two minutes to get out of the house." 

You could see him take his phone out, you quickly realized he was setting a timer. 

"TWO minutes. Starting. Now." 

Soap scurried off calling Riley's attention who followed him. Simon walked back into the room, closing the door behind him. 

You were wet already. The feeling of his hands on you was a craving that burned bright deep in you. You squirmed, earning a chuckle from him. 

"Look at you.. so needy." 

"Simon..." you whined. 

"Keep sitting pretty. Two minutes my love." 

He put the phone up on the chest of drawers making sure you could see the timer. You watched the seconds tick down with anticipation. 

"Be a good girl. Be patient. This is the first step from teaching you obedience." 

You bit your lip. The velvety fabric of the dress making you shiver, your skin almost crawling at every touch. 

"You'll be a good girl. And you're going to wait. If you do so. You'll get a reward. If you misbehave. You'll get punished. Am I clear?" He explained in a dark tone, leaning back against the door, arms crossed over his chest. 

You nodded. 

"Use your words." 

"yes..." 

"yes who?" 

"yes lieutenant..." you whined. 

"Good girl." 

You grabbed the sheets underneath you. His eyes roamed your body, suddenly the temperature seemed to have risen way too much. You watched him take his mask off, putting it down next to his phone. Two minutes. You never felt two minutes pass by so slowly. 

"You look so pretty, baby. Where did you get that?" He asked, tilting his head to the side. 

"At.. the mall. There's a shop…" you tried to explain. 

"I'll have to pay them a visit. See what else they got for my princess." 

Princess? That was new… you blushed heavily. He laughed at that. 

"You like being called princess? I can see you blush from here. The way your skin gets rosy… all the way down to your beautiful breasts." 

The more he talked, the wetter you got. You could feel the warmth mixed with wetness in between your legs. 

"Look at you. Being a patient darling for me." He praised. 

He reached for his shirt, slipping it over his head, letting it fall to the floor. And you noticed it. The piece of plastic to his skin… where… you left a lipstick mark. 

"Simon?" You questioned. 

He followed your gaze. Smirking. 

"You… you tattooed it?!" You asked, ready to jump towards him. 

"Bunny. Stay on the bed." He warned. 

You froze. Now this was torture. He dropped a bomb on you and now… now you had to sit still? 

"Yeah I did. I wanted something on me. From you. Not a jewel. Not a piece of clothing… something no one could take from me.." 

"Simon.." you whined. 

Your fingers grabbed the sheets harder. Your heart felt like it'd fly out of your chest. 

"Go on..whine." 

There was something. With him. His behavior. Was it the near death experience? The way he saw you breakdown from the sheer fear of losing him. The way you clung to him since he arrived. What was it? The way he looked at you. The way he licked his lips looking at you. His gaze dark. 

"You've put yourself in danger. Do you understand?" He started, voice a few octaves lower than usual. 

You nodded shyly. 

"You were in a danger zone. You strayed away from the team when you were told not to." He continued. 

You remained silent. 

"I can't bear to see you hurt or in danger…" 

"I couldn't bear losing you Simon.." you argued. 

"I know baby. I'm right here now. I'm gonna take care of you." 

The ringing echoed through your mind and body. The timer. He grabbed the phone, angrily turning it off before putting down on your desk, stepping closer to the bed. God. The way he walked. How did this man could be so fucking hot by simply walking? 

He reached you, grabbing your chin softly, making you look at me. 

"Fuck you look adorable…" he cursed. 

He dived down, ceasing your lips. The slow, deep kiss made you moan against him. You straightened up, trying to get him closer to you. He stepped back, grinning. 

"You were patient. Like a good girl. Lay back baby." 

You happily obliged, laying on your back head on your pillows. He looked at you, almost like a predator. You wanted to say it felt like a wolf hunting a Bunny, just for the beautiful picture of it, but this wasn't a wolf. It was something darker. More powerful. He was a demon, some shadow like king and you were at his mercy. At his mercy, yet completely safe.

He raised his hand letting his finger caress your cheek before letting it travel down your neck. Slowly, achingly slowly, he passed over your chest, traveling down your stomach, straight towards… he didn't touch you. He simply hovered it before moving to the end of the bed. He kneeled down, positioning himself in between your legs. His big hands squeezed your thighs making you giggle, earning a grin from him. 

"You know… I'm not gonna take off your pretty outfit. I'm going to fuck you in it."

You felt your breath stop in your lungs. His hands traveled up and down your thighs, slowly raising the skirt of the dress. Of course you didn't put your panties on. 

"Fuck… look at that…" 

You blushed. He had seen you naked so many times. He still found the words to make you blush like a schoolgirl. 

"Such a pretty little pussy…" 

You felt his hand rise up towards your heat, his thumb hovering over your lips, not applying pressure. You tried to wiggle your hips but his other hand held you in place. 

"No. You'll get it, when I'll allow it. Understood?" 

"Yes… yes lieutenant…" 

"Good girl. See. You can be such a good bunny for me." 

His thumb rubbed up and down your slit, finger coating in your juices. You bit your lip, a little moan escaping your lips. You tried not to wiggle again. His eyes never left yours as finally rubbed your clit very softly. He watched with fascination your every moan, gasp, lip bite. 

"I need to taste you…" 

Your eyes flashed open wide. You wanted to say something but it was a bit late, he was already lowering himself to you. He pressed mouth open kisses on your thighs. The anticipation was killing you. He looked up at you before biting on your thigh. Harshly. You yelped, hand flying to his hair to grasp it. He sucked on the skin, breaking the little blood vessels underneath it, making sure a dark red bruise was visible. He looked at his handy work before kissing the little mark, making his way back to your aching little cunt. 

The little breath on your lips, made you sigh. He kissed it, making you blush again. His tongue licked through your folds in a long straight line. He groaned against you, the vibration only adding to your pleasure. 

"Fuck.. you taste divine." He groaned again. 

His tongue made sure to explore every sweet spot, it felt good. It felt, really good. You were glad that the house was empty because you kept moaning loudly. Your hand in his hair, tugging slightly every time he licked or sucked at that little bud of nerves. He was making you sensitive. You could feel goosebumps as the sight of an orgasm was getting closer. 

He played with it. He made sure to lick and press with his tongue until he felt your body getting more and more tense, moans getting louder and then he'd stop. Just to do it all over again. Tongue savoring you, he built up your orgasm again, this time he kept going, through the rise of your voice and the tremble of your legs. 

"Si..Simon… gon'cum.." 

He stopped. You whined loudly. He sat back up in between your legs. You looked up at him pleading. He lowered himself to your face. 

"Taste yourself on my tongue.." he whispered. 

He kissed you, tongue salty. You moaned, trying to wrap your legs around his waist but he stopped you. 

"This is the punishment, remember?" He said with a smirk. 

Getting back into position, he let his fingers run up and down your slit again, thumb teasing your clit again. You moaned the pleasure slightly more intense from the edging. His index teased your entrance before slowly pushing in. You gasped, wiggling your hips. Now he played with your clit while slowly pumping his finger in and out. 

"Let's add another finger… you've taken more than that… my cock fills you much better than this." 

A second finger at your entrance before you stretched out to welcome both. Now he played, curling his fingers inside to build you up again. But denying you. He'd stop, remove his finger, hands back on your thighs to caress them but nowhere near where you needed them. You were starting to feel overwhelmed, the tears prickling at your eyes. 

He started his torture again, thumb on your clit two fingers pumping in and out at a slow steady pase. He curled them again making your head fall back. You felt yourself tip over the edge… almost.. almost there. Until he removed his fingers again. 

"No!" You whimpered. 

He chuckled darkly. 

"Now bunny. Did you think I'd let you off that easily?" 

He stood up, looking at you as he slowly unbuckled his belt. The fucking sound always made you clench around nothing. He undressed himself, his already hard cock in his hand. He pumped himself a few times, the sight of you, legs wide open just for him making him groan. He kneeled down in between your legs, tip brushing against your clit, coating himself in your slick. 

He noticed the collar, fingers grabbing the medallion. 

"Bunny. Now that's cute. What's written in the back?" He questioned spinning the metal in his hand. 

He froze. You didn't think he'd react like that. Not for just this. 

"Say it. Out loud." He ordered. 

He was asking you to say out loud what you had asked engraved on it? You looked away but he quickly stopped you, grabbing your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on him. 

"Say it. You've been a good girl. If you want your reward. Say it." 

You wanted your reward. You needed it. 

"Property of Lieutenant Ghost Riley…" 

He pushed his tip through your folds, a familiar burn making you arch your back. He pushed himself until he bottomed out. He wasted no time to pound you at a steady pace. His hand remained around your neck, watching you as his name spilled from your lips. You were sensitive. Too sensitive. He had denied your orgasm too much. He let go of your neck, grabbing your thighs as he looked down. 

"Fuck… what a sight. Your.. shit… your pretty cunt… taking me… fuck… so well…" 

You whimpered at his words. The tears had long won their fight, tears running down your cheeks as you tried to remain at least focused on him, mind dizzy. 

"Si.. Simon.. please…" 

"Fuck.. look at you. Tears running down… fuck… your face.. I love ruining you." 

His pace quickened, hips smacking into yours. You were loud. Shit you were loud. He shifted again letting go of your legs to let you wrap them around his waist. He grabbed your wrists, putting your hands over your head. He intertwined his fingers with your, eyes planted into your as he fucked you passionately. 

"Are.. you, going to listen to me?" 

You nodded frantically, unable to speak. 

"Words..use your words." He ordered. 

"Y-Yes! I'll.. listen… please… please…" you tried. 

"That's it baby, keep your legs open for me

give me full access to you, keep your body open… you're taking me so well, fuck I'm addicted to this... you're a fucking drug." He praised you. 

You couldn't take it anymore, you wanted to cum so badly, it burned.

"Please.. lieutenant! Please!" 

He chuckled again. But you could feel in his own thrusts he was close.

"You're going to be… a good girl?" He growled. 

"Ye-s… yes! I.. be your good girl…" you whined. 

"I'm gonna fill you up baby, and you're going to take it.." 

"Please!" You whimpered again through a cry. 

He looked at you, slowly angling himself to hit the perfect spot. You were breaking apart, finally reaching your orgasm.. a thrust and you were gone. Little spots blurring your vision. You were sure you screamed his name as he pounded you through his own orgasm. It took a long minute to catch your breath. You were still crying. He had caught you in his arms, praises falling from his lips. He kissed your soaked cheeks, repeating how much of a good girl you were, how you did so good for him.  

"You alright bunny?" He asked softly. 

You nodded, biting your lip. 

"You were amazing darling. You've done so well, I'm proud of you." 

He kissed you, little kisses, sweet. 

"I think that bunny suit has awakened something in me…" he teased. 

You couldn't help but giggle. The bunny suit had been an amazing idea. You'd make sure to wear it more often. 

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Damn...

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#𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲! 𝐩𝐭. 𝟑

synopsis ; in which you and the jik characters conversate about starting a family!

summary ; fem!reader, fluff, crack !, slight suggestiveness

incl ; toji fushiguro , hiromi higuruma

a/n ; didn't do the minors because i found it weird to put that scenario with them! (yes new characters are added :3)

pt. 1 , pt. 2 , pt. 4 !!

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toji fushiguro

hiromi higuruma

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SIREN PROLOGUE - JJK MENTIONED?

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[southernbluebellereader]

Listen to me, I haven't written a lot of Soap stuff and I am ashamed. But listen.

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Please, you have to call him "Stud."

The Scotsman would turn bright red when you walk around him, patting his shoulder as you face him. You're a wee little nurse doing your rounds and he's got a couple scratches and bruises that need to be looked at, and you'd take care of him just fine.

"How we doing, Stud?"

He wasn't no womanizer, but he knew his way around a woman and he will not falter when a woman-

"Whatchu thinking about, Stud? Anything hurting in an unusual way? Any weird bruises?"

Johnny huffed and he puffed and he grumbled and he mumbled, making you chuckle when you pulled up a small cart of basic medical supplies. He couldn't help but feel a boost of confidence when you called him that. "Ain't too busted up, just need a few stitches."

"I can see that, let me clean you up, sir." Smiling softly, you began to clean his forehead and examined the gash on his temple.

He tried not to be taken aback by her sudden change in demeanor when you started to do your job. You were always the go-to nurse for the 141, you were working odd hours so you were almost always available for them.

When you were done, you patted his shoulder again, "All done, sir."

He expected you to call him stud again. But you knew not to press your luck. He thanked you and stood up to grab his things. Before leaving he turned to you and smiled, "Ya busy later?"

"Not particularly, how so?"

"I'll pick you up and show you what kind of stud I am." Johnny winked at you, shooting you with his signature smirk before he left, making you chuckle.

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[hellsfirekeepsyouwarm]

All Hell Breaks Loose Series Updated

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Summary: Simon can't fucking wait to get home to you. The only normal thing he can pick up easily when he's let back into society is going home. So when he walks up to the front door, and sets foot in your shared home, he's waiting for the feeling to wash over him. Calmness, comfort, warm and kind. But they never came, only the dread that runs up on his spine. Nothing greets him but an empty bed in an empty house. And he will raise hell to bring you back home.

Series Warnings: Angst so much angst, kidnapping, military men (that needs it's own warning), blood, injuries, weapons, fighting, language, graphic scenes, spoiler for MW2, bad and impossible plot but we are going with it anyway,

Part 1 -> Part 2 -> Part 3 -> Part 4 -> Part 5

ATTENTION: Philip Graves X F!Reader prequel is coming

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And they were Roommates (part 7)

A/N; Alright, fristly, thank you all so much for the love you're giving this fic. Seriously it warms my heart. This tag list is huge and it makes me want to cry. Also, i couldn't tag on the post cuz i had reached the word limit TT0TT I hope it works anyway

I'm getting more and more anxious to fail you guys, i just hope i'm not gonna fuck this up...

Again thank you for all your ideas and headcanons you guys are amazing!

Warnings: cursing?

The first month. You were in denial. You spent it overworking yourself, avoiding anything that could remind you of him. You had even put his stupid plush in his room, closing the door and keeping it closed. Laswell kept a close eye on you, you knew that. 

You'd spend most of your time on base, only going home to sleep. And then. You were put on time off. Forcefully. 

Laswell asked you to take a week off and to stay home. You had strongly fought over it but to no avail. So around the first week to the second month, your time off began. You thought you might go insane. But you received visits from your new neighbor who you learnt was named Peter. Peter was a nice guy, a bit shy. He'd pass by sometimes to drop one of your packages. You'd have small talk or conversations. 

It made you feel less alone. Because not only did you miss… Simon. You also missed the rest of the squad. The house felt dead..during that week, your mind had started going downhill. By Thursday you had gone back to his room to fetch the little reaper. Now you'd spend your days on your couch, cuddling the damn thing. 

Laswell had ordered you to work from home for the rest of the month. She passed by often. To check on you. She'd get in, not bothering to knock because you couldn't care anymore. 

Once she walked in on you, sitting on the bathroom floor in front of the washing machine, eating chips, watching the plush inside spin around. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Reaper is taking a bath." You had answered with very little emotion. 

During that month, Peter had spent a bit more time with you. He'd pass by to share some food, or to watch a movie. He seemed to have taken pity on you. Even though he picked up Reaper once and you had thrown him a murderous glare. 

And then Laswell had passed by. A serious look on her face. 

"The mission isn't going as planned. They're not coming home yet." 

You had felt yourself break a bit more. 

"Are they ok?" 

"From our intel, they're ok." 

You had sighed with relief. This was the third month they'd been gone. You didn't think you'd ever feel this type of sadness in your life. There was no point denying it. In such little time, Simon had managed to get his way through your heart and nest there. 

Your recent coping mechanism was putting on his hoodie, and sleeping in his bed with Reaper. He'd be so pissed if he knew. You were hoping he'd come back so he could be pissed with you. At least he'd be here. 

You'd spend your days at the base, this time your schedule was closely being watched by Laswell, and then you'd go home, absolutely hating it, trying not to cry. 

A heart wrenching thought kept stammering your brain. What if he never came back… the last things you would have said to each other would have been said in anger. You didn't think you could live through that. 

When the 4th month started, you had become unbearable for Laswell. You wanted to know everything about the mission. She kept refusing, reminding you it was a highly classified mission, as you replied you couldn't give a shit about classified or not. 

You wanted squad 141 back. Or as you had almost screamed once 'your team'. You had seen Laswell wanting to correct you that it wasn't your team but she refrained, understanding how you were feeling. 

She couldn't tell you about the mission but she made sure to keep you updated. They're fine. They've managed to get to the location. They've been ambushed but made it out. 

You were torn in between hating her updates and feeling relieved. To keep you busy and from having a nervous breakdown she put you up on a mission. Some drug lord that used the dark web to sell and buy his merchandise. You were definitely not into it. But if you could pass your anger on that asshole you would. 

You had easily infiltrated his little circle, managed to dismantle various locations, though he kept slipping through your fingers. 

You had gone back home that night, around the middle of the fourth month, absolutely frustrated from everything. 

"It's so fucking frustrating you know? It's like he's always a tiny step away." 

You explained as you were unpacking your food order. 

"He seems to know there's someone after his ass and I can't fucking get to him." You continued. "And Laswell is not letting me get onto the file for the mission the boys are on. GOD I could just … throw something on fire!" 

You groaned looking straight in the eyes of your friend. The plush looked at you without moving. 

You sighed. "I've been talking to an inanimate object." You said, putting your face in your hands. You dropped them on the table again.

"No offense Reaper." You apologized, turning your attention back to the food, the TV in the background filling up the silence a bit. 

You kept munching on your food. 

After you were done, you grabbed Reaper and sat on the couch, a blanket over you. You squished the fluffy death spawn in your hands. You missed him. You FUCKING missed him. 

You didn't even know how you'd react when he'd be back. You were still furious at him. Deeply hurt. But you were also so worried, and so sad. 

You groaned. You wanted him to be back. Even if it was to yell at him that he was an asshole.

A knock at the door was heard. You rolled your eyes. You got up, Reaper still in your arms as you went to open the door. 

"Hey!" 

You stared at Peter. 

"Hi Peter." You replied without a single emotion on your face. 

"Ah… bad day?" 

"Bad existence." 

He laughed. You walked inside, knowing he'd follow you. 

"I came to check to see if you wanted to watch a movie." 

You let yourself fall back down on the couch. 

"Not really into it tonight. Sorry." 

"Nah no problem I get it." He said sitting at the other end of the couch. "Is there something I can do to cheer you up?" . 

You looked at him for a little minute. You shook your head. "Alright. Want a beer?" 

"I hate beer." 

"Fine. A shot of vodka?" He proposed. 

You nodded. 

That guy was a lightweight. 5 shots of vodka and he couldn't properly form a sentence. You had walked him back to his apartment, making sure he was in bed and locking his door. You were a bit drunk too but not enough to erase your thoughts. 

You sighed. Walking into the hallway you stopped, looking right and left. You wanted to sleep in his bed again… you shouldn't. But you wanted to. You walked into the room looking at the bed. You remembered waking up in it, his body warm against yours. His morning voice was deeper. You liked it. You closed your eyes for a second before turning around and walking into your room. 

The alcohol helped as you closed your eyes, you fell fast asleep.

 

The day after had been the same. And the day after as well. But the next was a bit different. You were concerned by something during your work. It seemed that the drug lord had also a hacker in his ranks. And not a bad one. You could probably outsmart him or her but you had been neglectful. Your mind had been more worried about another mission that wasn't yours. 

You headed home after the day. You were exhausted. The fourth month was coming to an end. You didn't feel like eating. You didn't feel like anything. As you got home, you showered, drying your hair afterwards, slipping into one of Simon's black hoodies. You took Reaper with you, slipping under the covers of your bed. This time, you couldn't stop the tears from falling. You hugged the round fluffy thing against you, wishing he was there instead. 

And it was with the tears that the Sandman took you away. 

Around 6 am, your phone rang. You blinked your eyes open. Without checking, which had become a habit, you answered. 

"Hello..?" You answered. 

"Y/N."

"Laswell ? Kate… it's 6 am." 

"We have news from squad 141." 

You sat up in your bed. 

"What is it…" 

"They've completed their mission. The extraction was successful."

You closed your eyes, a shaky breath leaving your lips. 

"They'll be back in a little over 24h." 

"Thank you… really." 

"No problem. Go back to sleep." 

You chuckled. She hung up. You let yourself fall back into bed. They were ok. He was ok… you looked up at the ceiling. Now that you knew he was coming back, that he was safe. The worry, the anxiety had vanished. Pain and anger taking their place. How was he going to react? Will you be strangers? How will you react? One thing was for sure. You wouldn't be the one to give in. You wanted to… god you wanted to. You wanted to feel him near you. To hug him. But the way he left was printed in your memory. The way you felt when you got home, in an empty house. With not a single word from him. 

Pushed by a rise of determination, you got out of bed, grabbing each hoodie you could find that was his. You took off the one you were wearing, and walked to the bathroom, throwing them all in the washing machine. You put it to wash. He wants his hoodies back? Fine. He'll have them. Brand New. Without any trace that you wore them. 

And with that thought in mind you climbed back into bed. 

You had flung yourself back into work the next day, trying to suppress the new anxiety that grew in you. You were still trying to figure out who the hacker working for the drug lord was. He seemed to be good at cleaning any trace of himself. You didn't want to go home. You glanced at your phone. 2 am. You were still at the base. You were surprised Laswell hadn't come to drag you home herself as she sat not too far from you.

You had been sitting here for the entire day, trying to figure out your little con's next move. It was infuriating. Driving you insane. You blinked. 

Hi birdie. 

You froze. What? No. It was a coincidence. You checked that your location or anything that could be used to track you down was locked away and secure. 

You kept browsing the website deep in the dark web, shaking the odd feeling away. But this time, it was a whole sentence that made you frown. 

On a little branch was a little bird. The little sparrow, unaware of the cat lurking by, sang its heart away. 

You were sure. It was meant for you. That Goddamn hacker was taunting you. 

"Laswell." You called. 

"Yes?" She answered, stepping towards you. 

You pointed at the screen, highlighting the little text with your mouse. 

"Shit." She cursed. "what does it mean?" 

You shrugged. 

"It can mean various things. Obviously they know it's the Sparrow they are facing. But I've made sure my real identity was safe so I don't think they have that. My location is safe too, there was no hack attempt. These are just little messages scattered around the websites we're checking for their little trades." You explained. 

"So what? They're threatening you?" 

"I don't think so. It seems like they're trying to get on my nerves. Probably to distract me from something. Just got to find out what." You said with a sigh. 

"Alright. If you have anything new, call me. Now go home." She said a little tap on your back. 

You eyed the screen in front of you. This was interesting. If they truly were trying to distract you, it was a bit silly. You took a mental note to be more careful from now on. 

You had scanned all the little messages around the web sites, trying to find something that would link them. Clearly, they were all aimed at you. Whoever it was kept calling you birdie. And it was highly annoying. You were growing tired yet you felt so giddy. You felt nervous. You closed your eyes, sighing. It was time to head home.

 

The night had been short. You were exhausted. You rolled around in bed. You closed your eyes. Silence. 

Silence… and a laugh? You frowned. 

You got up, taking Reaper in your arms. You slowly opened the door, peeking out. There were definitely voices whispering. You opened the door wider, stepping out and tip-toeing your way to the end of the hallway. 

You looked around the corner and froze. 

"God fucking damn it!" You cursed out loud. 

You fully came into view now taking in the sight before you. 

"Sparrow!!" 

The man jumped, running to you and swaying you in his arms. 

"God soap! You're squishing me and Reaper!" You complained. 

"Who?" Gaz asked. 

After putting you down you looked at soap, extending your arms to his face so he could be eye to eye with the plush. 

"Oh. Alright. Sorry Reaper." He said with a wide smile. 

You smiled jumping on him this time. They were back. They were safe!

"Hahaha!" He laughed. 

He put you down again. Stepping aside to let you greet the rest of the team.

You hugged gaz. Then Price took you in his arms, staying like that for a little moment. 

"Missed you dad" you whispered jokingly. 

"Missed you sweety." He whispered in the same tone. 

And then came his turn. Standing in front of each other, eye to eye. You wanted to run and hug him. Fuck you wanted to touch him to make sure this was real. Unfortunately for the both of you, the pain was deeper than anything else. He didn't move, no expression. Did he regret? Did he care? Had he already put aside anything feeling or affection you had towards each other? With a lump in your throat you spoke first. 

"Lieutenant." You greeted. 

He frowned. 

"Sparrow." He answered. 

Nothing else was said. It broke your heart. You could feel it. You turned around looking at the guys again, clearly sensing their discomfort.

"You were supposed to arrive a bit later, what happened?" You asked sitting down on the couch, the boys mimicking you. Ghost remained up, glancing at you from afar. 

"We managed to wrap it up and we jumped on the plane back. We've been told someone has been worried about us." Gaz answered, sending you a knowing look. 

"Really? Wonder who could it be…" you feigned innocence.

"Yes, it's odd, Laswell said she was pestered for weeks. " Price added. 

"Truly curious." You added an innocent look and batted your lashes, making the men laugh. 

"What about you? How's it going?" Soap asked. 

"I'm fine." You lied. 

"You look tired." Price noted. 

Suddenly you felt watched.. Everyone was staring at you. Ghost looked more tense than the others. 

"I've been working on a mission and it's been a bit complicated. I stayed at the base until pretty late- with Laswell." You looked at Price.

He smirked. 

"What's complicated about it?" Gaz asked. 

"It's… it was easy at first. But it seems that I'm facing someone like me…" you tried to explain without giving any details as the mission was confidential. "And he, or she, seems to always be a step ahead. And… mostly. It's been acting weird." 

You frowned, losing yourself a bit in your own mind.

"Hey, Sparrow" soap called. 

You looked at him. 

"You got this." 

You smiled at him. Nodding off. 

"We brought breakfast. Ghost said you like muffins!" Price chimed.

You glanced at the man again, still glancing at you. If he thought it'd be that easy he was wrong. 

You ate breakfast with the team, so thrilled to have them back. You felt as if life had been brought back into the apartment. The only thing that took away some of that happiness was the tension between you and Ghost. 

After helping you clean out they offered to take you to base, and you accepted. You excused yourself to go get dressed quickly. Once you were ready, you opened your door falling face to face with a skull mask. 

You stared at each other. You did your best to show an emotionless facade. 

"You washed the hoodies." 

"Yes." 

"And you put them in my room." 

"Correct."  

Silence. 

"Are you giving them back?"

"Affirmative." 

"Fuck…" he cursed frowning. "Y/N-"

"Sparrow." You corrected. 

He looked hurt for a second. 

"Why?" He asked. 

"A beg your pardon?" You asked frowning too. 

"Why are you doing this?" He questioned. You could feel the frustration. 

"Doing what? Isn't this what you wanted, Lieutenant? You wanted to erase everything and you wanted your hoodies back." 

"Stop…" 

"Stop what?" 

He didn't answer. Your heart was beating so fast. It was torture not giving in. But this time you wouldn't let him get away with it. He couldn't just play with your feelings like this. He sighed, straightening up. He looked… embarrassed? For a second. 

"Did… did you have to wash them?" He asked. 

First you were confused. And then you remembered what he had said once. 

"Everytime I take back one of my hoodies there's your scent on it…" 

"What? I smell bad?" You laughed. 

"Quite the opposite…" 

You smirked.  Walking out of your room slowly and closing your door behind you. You looked up at him. 

"I wouldn't give you the pleasure of leaving my scent on it. You've lost that privilege." You finished with an innocent smile before turning away and walking away from him. 

You very distinctly heard him curse. You smirked. If he wanted you back, he'd have to fight for it. And if he didn't… then you'd be settled on his feelings. 

You had driven to the base with the squad. After getting out of the cars, you had all gathered. 

"It feels good to be back! See Sparrow? We're all good! We can come back to annoy you in your apartment!" Soap joked. 

"Don't you dare." Ghost had growled. 

"It will be my pleasure." You countered, sending a side glance to Ghost as he frowned again. Soap was thrilled. 

It was on a light note that you separated, the boys going their way to meet and start on the mission report, as you went back to your drug dealer. 

Walking in the big room, you sat down at one of the tables facing an enormous screen. Various setups with their own screens were scattered around the room, where people worked. You greeted everyone. You received smiles and little good mornings. 

You opened your laptop freezing on the spot. You blinked and gasped at the black screen. 'encrypted'. 

"No..nonononoo…" 

Laswell had immediately come to you. 

"What's wrong?" 

"My laptop is encrypted. Fuck!" You checked your phone. Also encrypted. 

"What does it mean?" 

"It means. Someone tried to get in. As a defense mechanism it encrypts itself, and the rest of the devices linked to it. It blocks anything or anyone from touching the data." 

You tried to explain, already trying to decrypt your device. 

"When did it happen?" 

"I don't know, recently. My phone was fine 20 mins ago." You explained. 

"Guys!" You called, gaining everyone's attention. "Any attack? Anything?" 

"No ma'am. We did find three other sentences on websites that were not on our radar. We managed to find 3 domains where the trades were active." The boy explained. 

"What…?" You were confused now. 

"He flagged these websites? He literally showed them to us?" Laswell interrogated.

You looked at your screen as it slowly booted back into your home screen. 

"Sparrow. What's going on." 

You were still in shock. The words written in a small window opened on the home's screen seemed to laugh at you. 

"Sparrow?" Laswell called again. 

You turned the screen to her. She frowned. 

"He served us these tips on a silver platter. And it wasn't to make a diversion on something big.  Because he's not working with the drug lord. Not anymore." 

You couldn't believe you were once again in this situation. Laswell sighed. 

"It's official. You're his target." 

You turned back to the screen, taking a deep breath rereading the words one last time. 

You're mine birdie.

Laswell had driven you home that evening. She had walked you to your door and walked you inside. There she was again. The mama bear. 

You sighed, dropping your bag on the floor, not even shocked to see the whole squad in the living room. You glared at soap. 

"Put down Reaper." You ordered. 

He immediately put it back on the couch, noticing your awful mood. Price had noted too, and had mostly noticed how Laswell was tense. 

"What's going on?" He asked, turning to Laswell. 

Before she could answer you chimed in, as you walked to grab a glass of water. 

"A mission going south. Nothing unusual in our field." You said, throwing a knowing look at Laswell.  

She looked pissed for a moment but brushed it off. 

"Y/N." She said seriously. You choked on the water. She had just spoken your real name in front of everyone. Everyone went silent looking at you and Kate. 

"You are not allowed to leave the base." She started. 

"I'm already not allowed to leave the base." You protested. 

"You are to be accompanied by someone each time you leave your apartment." 

You opened your mouth in shock, wait. This was going too far. The boys had turned serious. 

"You'll be closely watched by squad 141." 

"Oh come on! They've just come back from a mission!" You debated again. 

"No arguing." She ordered. 

"You are overreacting Kate." You answered in the same tone. 

"Hey hey. Intel." Price interupted, standing up. 

"No! No. Absolutely not." You snapped. "You are overreacting Kate. It wasn't even a threat. I'll get to him before he can even guess the continent I'm in." You started. 

"This isn't the first time Y/N! I'm not taking any chances." She tried to explain. 

"There's no need to take a chance. I'm literally at the base. I go nowhere else. I haven't gone into a civilian zone since… I don't even remember!" You debated. 

She crossed her arms. 

"Kate. Do you think I'm unsafe here, at the base?" You asked. 

"No." She was forced to admit. 

"Then no problem. No close security, no babysitters." You asked. 

She seemed to ponder. Then she sighed, relaxing a bit. 

"I still want to know." Price asked again. 

You rolled your eyes. You felt like you were being scolded by your parents. And God knows it hadn't happened in a very very long while. 

"I'm working on a mission. I had a target and it was being helped by a skillful fucker. Turns out, that fucker betrayed the target and seems a lot more interested in me." 

"Did he threaten you?" Soap asked. You had never seen him this serious. 

"No-"

"Yes." Laswell interrupted. You rolled your eyes. 

"Not. Really." You added. Glancing at Laswell. "It was some cryptic message. But he did try to hack me personally." You finally said sitting down at the counter. You sighed. You had to make sure to find him before Laswell and now, by the looks of it, Price, had a nervous breakdown. 

"No need for the squad." 

A shiver ran down your spine. You slowly turned to look at Simon. 

"I'm not going anywhere."

You wanted to throw something at his face.  

This bitch. You had looked at him in utter shock and disapproval. You were pacing around in your room. This was all too much. Your mind was a mix of so many things, emotions, thoughts. A soup. Your mind was soup. Wait. What?

You closed your eyes. You were going to go insane. 

A knock on the door was heard. You rolled your eyes for what seemed to be the hundredth time today. 

"Yes?" 

You had that funny feeling again as you saw him walk into your room, closing the door behind him. 

Does he have any idea the hold he had on you? You glanced at his hand. You wanted to smile but bit your lip to avoid it. He had one of his hoodies in his hand. 

"Do you want it?" 

"You want me to wear it now? " You ask. 

"Never said you couldn't. Just want them back." 

"No thank you." You answered with a fake forced smile because clearly he was so cute. 

He looked away with what seemed to be a smirk under his mask. 

"Are you going to be mad forever?" 

He asked. 

The question made your blood boil, turning your mood back to something very sour.  

"Why? This what you wanted no? Didn't think about the consequences when you'd be back?" You asked, stepping closer to him. "You put a single thought into what would happen if you'd be back? Or maybe you just thought I'd jump into your arms as if you hadn't broke me and stepped all over my FUCKING heart?" You finished, a few inches from him. 

You blushed slightly. Your lips had moved faster than your brain. But you had been honest with him. He looked hurt for a second. Like he had the right to. 

"Y/N. I'm sorry…" he said. 

You bit your lip. No. Not so easily. 

"Simon. Sorry isn't going to fix this…" you answered. 

"What is then? Tell me." His voice lowered. 

"You're going to have to make up your mind Simon. Do you want me in your life or not? I can't keep being hurt each time you feel like pushing me away." You said honestly. 

He frowned. His fingers lifting up to your waist. The touch gave you goosebumps. You hadn't felt his touch since he arrived. And you craved it. For some reason, while looking into his eyes, you knew he did too. He just seemed afraid to scare you away. He leant down letting his forehead touch yours. The mask felt cold against your skin. His other hand joined your waist this time, more confidently. He wrapped his arms more tightly around you pulling you flushed against him. Your breath had quickened. 

"Simon…" you whispered. 

"I've been wanting to hold you since I arrived…" he growled. 

"S-simon…" you tried, softly pushing on his chest with your hands. 

"To touch you … fuck… you smell so good…"

"Is this what you really wanted… to hold me so your shirt smells like me…" you smirked. 

He chuckled. 

"Are you going to wear my hoodies…?" 

"No…" you whispered. 

He held you tighter. 

You felt so warm, god you had missed him. There was still something in the back of your mind just repeating to you that he hurt you. 

"You're not going to make it that easily Simon… you need to make up your mind.." you broke. 

He stared into your eyes, so God damn close to you. 

Knock knock knock. 

"Hey guys! We're leaving, come say bye bye!" 

You laughed at Soap's voice. 

You separated with a curse. 

"God damn it johnny…" Ghost said. 

You cleared your throat. 

"Seems like we have places to be." You said.

He grabbed your wrist, marking you look into his eyes.

"I'll apologize properly. I promise."

"Try to figure out what you want first..." you said, a heavy weight on your heart.

Once in the living room you hugged everyone goodbye. Laswell and Price were the first to leave. A bit later you and Ghost walked gaz and soap to the door. 

"See you tomorrow then!" Soap cheered. 

"Absolutely not." Ghost answered. 

"It'll be lovely Soap." You countered. "Get home safely." 

"Lose yourself on the way." Ghost added. 

You smiled and rolled your eyes. 

Behind Soap, a silhouette appeared. 

"Hey Sparrow! Got you some-" 

The squad turned to stare at the new arrival. You smirked, feeling Ghost lean closer to you. 

"Hey Peter." You greeted. 

"Hum…hi… so… you want the muffins?"

"We have muffins." You heard Ghost next to you. 

"It will be lovely Peter, thank you." You smiled as you walked to him, grabbing the bag. He smiled at you sheepishly. 

"Let me present to you the squad" you said, turning back to them. 

"Ah… i-its not necessary… squad 141 is famous… especially… Humm.." 

"Me." Ghost said. His voice had gotten darker.

You noticed how Peter seemed to be scared of Ghost.  

"So… hum, which one is your roommate?" He asked, turning to you with a smile. 

You smiled apologetically to him. 

"Me." Ghost said again, this time grabbing the back of your pants and pulling you back closer to him. You gasped. What the…? (t

Soap and Gaz were trying not to laugh and Peter… had changed expression. 

"Oh, Nice. Hum, I'm gonna go guys. Nice seeing you, Sparrow." He smiled at you. 

Then he glanced up. If it wasn't for a tiny second you would have missed it. The cold and dark gaze Ghost and Peter sent each other. 

[galagcica]

I am fucking crazy but I am free

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