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Is it too forward to ask for some flirtatious DemoxScout?
Literally one of my favorite meals frfrâđžđĽ´
You don't have to twist my arm yeesh-
(hops around my room clapping my hands)
No because this actually is insane⌠THIS IS INSANE!!!
type of guy you divorce and remarry three times over
When you lose an argument to the team so you release a wasp nest in the living room

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BIG DAY FOR US GIRLS WHO LOVE OLD MEN, WAKE UP WAKE UP
I had a dream they included gaz in the trailer, and then i woke up
simon has a bad habit :/
cw: toxic behaviorđ, big man gets on his knees
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Maybe it was learned behavior from his father, maybe it was just in his nature, but Simon has an affinity for picking fights. Physical or otherwise, he just pushes and pushes and pushes until the other person has had enough and all hell breaks loose.
And unfortunately, you werenât immune from it. It started with little comments here and there, like him coming home when you were in the middle of cleaning and asking why you didnât do it earlier when you had all day. You tried passing them off as him just being an ass on purpose to mess with you but then it just kept going.
Just small things really, enough to brush off or shove his arm for but eventually it escalated into back and forth arguments and him sleeping on the couch. And then one day he completely embarrasses you in front of his friends. Heâd been drinking a few beers and said, âOi why donât ya make yâself useful for once and get me another?â
A heavy silence fell over the room and Price looked like he was about to kill the man. You force a polite smile and tell the guys that was enough for tonight and youâd see them later. They file out despite Simonâs protests and the moment you see them drive away, you go off.
âWho the fuck do you think youâre talking to, huh? âMake myself usefulâ? Really?â
âOi come on love, calm down-â
âNo donât âcome on loveâ me. Simon, youâve been acting absolutely atrocious, the way youâve been treating me has just gotten worse and worse and I donât understand it.â
He starts talking again but youâre already halfway to your room, too hurt to hear a word. You grab a bag and start shoving clothes and anything else youâd need into it. Simon freezes at the door and thatâs when reality starts to set in.
âWhat are yâdoing?â
âIâm leaving, Simon.â You scoff, pausing to look at him. âI donât know what the fuck happened to you but this isnât the man I fell in love with. Iâm done.â
âNo. No no no-â he steps into the room and hesitates before grabbing your arms gently to stop you from packing. âBaby please, mâsorry. How can I make it up to ya?â
You look up at him with tear filled eyes and shrug. âFigure it out.â You pull away from him and get the last of your belongings in the bag, zipping it up. Youâre stopped by Simon once again whoâs now got tears of his own streaming down his face.
âMâsorry, I fucked up. I know that, yeah?â He sniffles, a deep sob breaking through. âLove please, I donât know why Iâm like this. I donât- I instigate, I say shit I donât mean, I justâŚlet me make it up to you just donât leave me.â
You stare at him silently, knuckles white as you clutched the strap of your bag. âKnees.â
âWhat?â
âGet on your knees,â you clarify, âand beg for forgiveness. If you want me to stay, you get on your bloody knees.â
Simon had never heard that tone from you before and for some reason it makes a chill go down his spine. But he doesnât argue, just slowly kneels down in front of you, hands sliding from your arms down to the fronts of your thighs just above the knee. He looks up at you with a desperate look in his eye, lip quivering.
âMâso fuckin sorry. Itâs an awful habit I got and I ainât gonna try tâmake excuses. I wonât do it tâya anymore, swear it. I wonât do it tâanyone. Iâm breakin that habit, okay? Tânight.â
Now it was your turn to cry. Tears quietly fall and he exhales through his mouth, his hands reaching up to wipe your cheeks. You close your eyes and take a deep breath. âFuck. Get up. Get the fuck up, Simon.â He stands and you drop the bag and hold onto him tightly.
âYou have one more chance. Donât fuck it up.â
âI wonât.â
(rookieroommate! x ltghost + tf141, medical procedures (stitches), mentions of torture, angst)
You don't know what you did to deserve any of this but you were about to start praying for forgiveness.Â
As Easter passed, you grew closer to your pre-scheduled deployment that lasted a month or so. No biggie, nor anything you hadn't done before. However, this time you were going to be paired with a parent teamâ or well just a team you were supposed to listen to. Again, not a big deal, and definitely not something crazy either.
The first issue arose when it came to training. See, one of the soldiers from said team happened to be the kin of a general, and not one whose name was used lightly. You never planned to act out though, so there wouldn't be a problem in theory. That is, if the son wasn't an absolute prick, and you didn't have the awful luck of being picked to be his mentee.
It started off not that bad, just insults everytime you slipped up, which admittedly wasn't even that often, but it only motivated you to try harder anyway. Thatâs what the parent team shouldâve been aiming to do anywayâ encourage you all with your training. However, it soon quickly shifted; his hits became sharper, almost unfair.
The first time you toppled to the ground, blood spilling across the mat everyone turned in shock, not expecting to see such a sight. âReally? You couldnât even block that? Youâre not good enough. Go, now.â
I'm begging you to do a little continuation of the shy medic reader x Ghost
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Summary: Youâre an introverted medic in Task Force 141, comfortable talking to everyone except Ghost â who somehow makes you so nervous you canât look him in the eyes. Ghost secretly finds it adorable.
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Simon âGhostâ Riley x Introverted!Reader â âEyes Up Hereâ
Part 1 ,Part 2
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You couldnât sleep peacefully.
Not even for a second.
Every time you closed your eyes, it replayedâtoo vivid, too close. The way it happened so suddenly, like the air itself had snapped. The warmth. The shock of it.
Him.
Eventually, you forced yourself up.
You had a job to do.
You could be normal.
You would be normal.
â-
These past few days would mostly end with you patching him up again.
You started noticing it the third time.
Ghost didnât get hurt.
Not like this.
Not small, careless injuries that somehow always landed him in your careâcuts that werenât deep enough to slow him down, bruises that didnât match the precision he moved with on the field. He was too good. Too controlled.
Too⌠deliberate.
And yetâ
There he was again.
Sitting on the edge of the cot like he owned the place, sleeve pushed up just enough to expose another shallow gash.
You didnât even look at him at first.
âSit still,â you muttered, already reaching for gauze.
He huffedâquiet, almost amused.
âI am sitting still.â
Your jaw tightened.
That voice. Always calm. Always like he knew something you didnât.
You stepped closer, cleaning the wound with more force than necessary.
He didnât flinch.
Didnât even blink.
Thatâs what did it.
You paused.
Slowly looked up.
And for onceâyou didnât look away.
ââŚYouâre doing it on purpose.â
Silence.
For half a second, you almost thought youâd imagined itâyour own boldness echoing too loudly in your chest.
Thenâ
You saw it.
That faint shift under the mask. The smallest curve. A smirk.
Your heart stuttered.
âDoing what, doc?â he asked, voice lower now.
You swallowed, but didnât back down.
âThese,â you gestured vaguely at his arm, fingers hovering just above his skin. âYou donât get sloppy. Not like this.â
Another step closerâthis time, him.
Close enough that you could feel it. The space between you shrinking, tightening, suffocating.
âAnd if I was?â he murmured.
Your heart was going insane.
Beating too fast, too loud, like it was trying to give you away.
But somehowâsomehowâyou held your ground.
âOh yeah?â you shot back, lifting your chin slightly. âThen you should do something about itâ
There it was.
The shift.
The air changed.
Something heavier. Sharper.
His head tilted, just slightly.
ââŚCute,â he muttered.
You blinked.
âYou did not just call me cute.â
That smirk deepenedâthis time unmistakable.
âYouâre even cuter when youâre grumpy.â
Your face burned.
âStop saying thatââ
And then it happened too fast.
You moved at the same time he didâor maybe neither of you moved at all, maybe the space just⌠disappeared.
Your words cut off as your lips collided.
Messy. Sudden. Not planned.
Your brain didnât even catch up at firstâjust the warmth, the shock, the way everything in you stilled for half a second before crashing back twice as hard.
His hand came upânot rough, not soft eitherâjust enough to steady you, like he expected you to pull away.
You didnât.
You should have.
But you didnât.
And when you finally did break apart, it wasnât far.
Still too close.
Still breathing the same air.
Your heart felt like it might actually explode this time.
ââŚYouâre insufferable,â you whispered, but it lacked any real bite.
He exhaled quietly, almost a laugh.
âDidnât hear you complaining.â
âââ
A/n: sry for not updating lately but donât worry I have more coming uppp

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Summary: Youâre an introverted medic in Task Force 141, comfortable talking to everyone except Ghost â who somehow makes you so nervous you canât look him in the eyes. Ghost secretly finds it adorable.
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Simon âGhostâ Riley x Introverted!Reader â âEyes Up Hereâ
Part 1 , Part 2
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You were never shyâat least, thatâs what you told everyone.
You just preferred quiet. Preferred not being the center of attention. Preferred slipping into the background where people didnât look too closely.
It worked with almost everyone in 141.
Soap? Easy. He talked enough for three people. Gaz? Chill, easy-going, made conversations feel like breathing. Price? Respectful, calm, fatherly.
Ghost?
âŚGhost was the problem.
Not because he ever did anything wrong.
But because every time he stood near youâsilent, broad-shouldered, cold eyes watchingâyou forgot basic human functions.
You could chat comfortably with the squad, but the second Simon Riley stepped into the room your eyes would immediately find anything else: the wall, your boots, the table. Never his face.
And Ghost noticed.
He always noticed.
Today was no different. Everyone was gathered around the briefing table, exhaustion thick after a long mission. You stood beside him only because Soap shoved you there when Price called for everyone to squeeze in closer.
You risked a glance upâonly for your gaze to stop somewhere at his jawline.
Ghost raised a brow behind the mask.
âMy eyes are up here, yâknow.â
Your heart stopped. Your voice completely abandoned you.
You swallowed, cheeks burning, and looked away without saying a word.
Ghostâs stare lingered for a long momentâlong enough that Soap nudged him.
When the meeting ended and you escaped the room like your life depended on it, Ghost watched you leave.
âCute,â he muttered under his breath.
Soap turned. âWhat was that?â
Ghost immediately cleared his throat. âNothinâ. Focus on the brief, Sergeant.â
Soap smirked. He knew exactly what he heard.
Later in the baseâŚ
Your room was your sanctuary.
After patching up 141 all day, you showered, changed into soft pyjamasâtank top, loose shortsâand finally let yourself breathe.
Music played softly through your speaker.
Venus â Bananarama.
You loved this song.
Knew every beat, every little hip movement. So you danced. Freely, confidently, aloneâspinning, shaking your shoulders, mouthing the lyrics with a grin.
For once you werenât medic of 141.
You were just⌠you.
You didnât know the door had cracked open.
You didnât hear the quiet chuckle.
Ghost leaned on the frame, arms crossed, mask slightly lifted in amusement you never got to see.
He watched youâwatched youâabsolutely owning your little private performance.
He hadnât expected this from you. The shy one. The one who could barely look him in the eye.
But damn⌠you were adorable.
When you twirled with a little dramatic pose, he bit back a real laugh.
Then he stepped away, shaking his head with a soft grin.
âBloody hell,â he muttered to himself. âDidnât know she had that in her.â
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You were half-asleep, rummaging through your cupboard for your period meds.
Youâd made the brilliant decision to store them on the highest shelfâhigher than you could ever reach.
You cursed quietly.
Stretched.
Jumped.
Failed.
And thenâ
You sensed it.
A presence behind you. Heavy. Silent. Looming.
Your instincts took over.
You spunâ
And kicked straight forward.
A deep grunt exploded behind you.
âFâ bloodyâ hellââ
Your eyes widened.
âGhost?! Oh my godâ Iâm so sorryâ!â
He cupped himself, bending slightly, groaning through his teeth.
âLove⌠remind me to never sneak up on you again.â
Love.
Your brain short-circuited.
He straightened slowly, stepping closer until your back touched the table.
His palms pressed on either side of you, trapping you in place without touching you.
Dark eyes locked on yours.
âDidnât mean to scare you,â he murmured, voice low enough to melt steel. âDidnât think youâd try to kill me.â
âIâI didnâtâ I meanâ youâ Iââ
Your hands flew up to hide your burning face.
Ghost leaned in, voice dipping even lower.
âYouâre adorable when you panic.â
Your soul nearly ascended.
He glanced up at the cupboard, then back at you.
âWhat're you lookinâ for?â
"period meds..."
He huffed a small laugh, reached up effortlessly, and grabbed the box. He placed it gently in your hand.
âHere.â
âOhâ rightâ thank you.â
He turned to leave⌠but paused in the doorway.
âOhâ and one more thing.â
You blinked. âYes?â
âI liked the dance.â
Your stomach dropped. He saw you?
Before you could combust, he stepped forward and softlyâ
booped your nose.
A gentle tap.
Light. Teasing.
Then he walked away, not even hiding the smugness in his voice.
âNight, love.â
the thing is that childhood doesn't just end when you turn 18 or when you turn 21. it's going to end dozens of times over. your childhood pet will die. actors you loved in movies you watched as a kid will die. your grandparents will die, and then your parents will die. it's going to end dozens and dozens of times and all you can do is let it. all you can do is stand in the middle of the grocery store and stare at freezers full of microwave pizza because you've suddenly been seized by the memory of what it felt like to have a pizza party on the last day of school before summer break. which is another ending in and of itself
sorry if i didnt include your favorite medic ship Oops
only two books I've made so far.
I genuinely think telling everyone RUINS it because you know they have certain expectations. If you tell no one you're more relaxed, don't feel like you're running out of time to finish it.
Now, of course, it depends on the project but yeah.

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Art block has been kicking my ass but I could not in good conscience not post at least one bloodymary sketch.