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pulchraa's m-list & guide

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faq.

guide

m-list.

obx m-list 𓇼 cod m-list ♱

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pulchraa's cod m-list

᧔᧓ series

simon 'ghost' riley

᧔᧓ obsessions

johnny 'soap' mactavish

none

kyle 'gaz' garrick

none

john price

none

konig

none

phillip graves

none

keegan p. russ

none

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pulchraa's obx m-list

᧔᧓ series

rafe cameron

᧔᧓ seasons change ⭒ DISCONTINUED

jj maybank

᧔᧓ never enough ⭒ DISCONTINUED

john b. routledge

none

pope heyward

none

ward cameron

none

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hihi, please send in any ideas or anything you want to see in part 2 of obsessions!!

feel free to send in any obx or cod request at any time! i would be more than happy to fulfill any of your asks <3

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obsessions

parings; stalker! simon riley x reader summary; his little crush becomes something more. warnings; stalking, language, uh idk. a/n; ive been gone a while.... i had the sudden urge to write this while rewatching the movie thirteen. such a good movie btw. with that, enjoy <3 word count; 0.68k

he watched your dwindling figure linger near the bar. simon observed how you made little faces at the pestering men around you. barely noticeable, but there. you stayed within earshot of your group but also wandered, searching?

nah, what would a cute 'n too shy birdie like you be searchin' for at a place like this? simon thought to himself.

he and his own men sat at a round booth, all cackling and shouting to one another. the hunk grew tired of it at times- all the loud noise and banter made him crave peace, quiet, tranquility.

he turned his attention to his group. once again, joining the conversation. simons eyes wandered, but never too far from his new pet.

simons eyes wander to a man, seemingly headed towards your direction. he watches as the man glances back to his friends, they snicker and cheer him on.

in simons eyes, a man like that could never have good intentions with his bird.

he watches intently as the man comes up to you and introduces himself. simon is close enough within earshot to where he can hear bits and pieces of your conversation. the man introduces himself as arthur. simon continues watching as you and the man talk.

half an hour passes and he notices that you're growing uncomfortable with the man's touch after every passing minute. your eyes glass with fear as you look around for anyone who may be watching. simon would have to be crazy to not notice.

when arthur grabbed you by the arm and tried to pull you away is when simon had seen enough.

"the fucks 'ya problem? she don' want it, mate." his deep voice rumbling through the loud and clammy air. arthur looks him up and down, trying to size him up. simons presence only makes his grip on your arm tighten, causing you to let out a small wince.

your fingers gently attempt to pry his hand off, giving simon pleading looks of help.

"you know him?" arthur's eyes bore into mine, desperate to see through me.

"no... you're hurting me." you whisper to him gently. simons gritting teeth are hidden below his mask. he grabs the man's arm.

"wha'? you think m'fuckin' joking?" after another minute of sizing up one another, arthur backs down. he puts his hands up in surrender, slowly backing up.

"you okay?" he looks me up and down with a hint of concern in his eyes. i nod before thanking him and heading home for the night.

he follows you home that night. mustering up some shit excuse to the rest of the group about how hes 'had enough to drink f' the night.'

of course simon followed you home, he just couldn't leave his pet alone. he had to make sure you were okay, and that no creepy men were following you.

you always had a weird feeling to keep checking over your shoulder. it always felt like you had another set of eyes on you. i mean, it only made sense considering you found weird faint muddy boot prints on your porch. it had been raining that day. they were too big to be yours, and you didn't invite anyone over. at first, you thought it was a delivery guy, but you didn't have any packages on your mat or in your mailbox. hm, odd.

he always lurked. always around making sure you were safe and out of harm's way.

you walk through the grocery isles, pushing the cart filled lightly with items. you stop in front of the bread scanning for the one that looks the most enticing.

a light hand taps your shoulder. you turn to see a familiar face- or mask. "can i help you?" you ask softly

suddenly simon freezes up, is he actually doing this? you wait, your eyebrows raising in anticipation.

"could i get your number?"

the question was unexpected to say the least. a big and burly man like him asking for your number? this was not what you expected. but you say yes, how could his bird say no?

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collage for seasons change !!

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seasons change

parings; ex! rafe x pregnant! pouge! reader

summary; you and rafe had a falling out after he ghosted you and in turn... you come across something that'll change your life.

warnings; none!

chapters; part 01 > part 02 > part 03

a/n; hiiii guys ! i lwk feel kinda bad for putting this part off for so long, but i made it happen. but, this is def my longest fic that i've ever written. anyways, enjoyyy !

word count; 0.25k

i quietly sat on the sand as i watched the others surf. they all cheered and hooted. jj hollering something to sarah. my eyes drift towards where the kooks have set up.

topper and kelce joined the pogues in the water, while rafe engaged in conversation with sophia lingering near him.

sophias eyes met mine as i watched the group talk and drink. she must've noticed the frown that had previously settled on my lips. i hugged my legs a little closer to my chest as i looked away.

it felt like i was dreaming. like nothing was real and the universe was just messing with my mind.

sophia mutters something to rafe. he nods his head and watches as she walks towards me. i glance over, watching as sophia makes her way through the hot sand to get to where im seated.

i take a deep breath and exhale through my mouth, mentally preparing to converse with her.

she walks over to me with her signature smile. "hey," she lifts a hand to her forehead to shield the blaring sun. "you looked a little... upset," she paused for a moment, searching for words. "and- i wanted to check on you."

i keep my eyes on her as my chin rests on my knees. I tucked the loose strands of hair behind my ears. she quickly interjects. "can i sit?"

I glanced at the spot next to me, willing but cautious. i looked up at her with a subtle smile. "sure."

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seasons change

parings; ex! rafe x pregnant! pouge! reader

summary; you and rafe had a falling out after he ghosted you and in turn... you come across something that'll change your life.

chapters; part 01 > part 02 > part 03

warnings; mentions of pregnancy.

a/n; hihi, soooo. this is something ive been thinking about for a while. i kinda just wanted to put it out. it might be bad, i might take it down. who knows? anyway, enjoy !

word count; 0.18k

what? no, i’ll just take another one. it has to be a false positive-

“hey, y/n. you okay?” 

i look up from my spot where im sitting on the cool grass. i zoned out. everything suddenly becomes too real.

the sun beaming down one me, the sound of cicadas and different insects chirping in the sweltering heat. “no, yeah. im fine.” 

i bring my hand up to block the sun from my eyes. kiara nods, jutting out her bottom lip in the process.

“okay. uh, me and the rest of the group are gonna head for a surf. wanna come?”

i think for a moment. “uh, yeah. ill go.”

kiara nods and sticks out her hands to help me up, wiggling her fingers. i grab them and pull myself up. wiping my shorts as i watch jj, john b, and sarah file out of the house.

they grab their boards and pack the twinkie. i head inside to change into my bathing suit and grab some spare clothes. 

as i walk through the house, it feels different. or maybe… i feel different.

i'll be fine.

i continuously reassure myself and return to the twinkie with my stuff. “okay, we can head out.” i shuffle into the van, closing the door behind me.

as the car drives off, everyone is chatting, laughing, and smiling.

but i have this crippling feeling of dread. the memories of last night return. something abnormal. i know it, but everyone else is kept in the dark.