#vanessa babbles

[i-might-be-vanny]

no i will not be accepting constructive criticism

#vanessa babbles #shuake #lawlight #edgewright #lumity #catradora #tokomaru #soukoku

[fischotterkunst]

my resolution for the new year: get to a point of financial stability where i can safely afford to spend $400 on

Her…

#river babbles #dolls #her name is Vanessa and im in love #she’s 1/3 size which is considerably bigger than what ive been looking for #but when i say it was love at first sight…

[flowers-that-sing]

reading My Dark Vanessa and the way Vanessa refers to Strane by last name tells me everything I need to know, even if I hadn’t already known the premise of the novel. and how she cut him off because of her morals. like it’s her morals that are compromised. we’re already getting into the shame and self-blame and the manipulation that this man has done

#bobbi babbling #reading #my dark vanessa #im on the 3rd page so like #no spoilers pls

[bumblingbee1]

So I've been giving King Of Fighters 2000 a go, and I love those two already 🤩🤩🤩

#bee babbles #kof women >>>>>> #kof #king of fighters #kof king #kof vanessa

[warcraftish]

🤠

#character babble #anduin #anduin wrynn #vanessa vancleef #this is basically my ship manifesto for them #but you know #ultimately its wallis simpson and edward viii #except more democracy and they're both actually good people #and probably have kids

[emotionalcadaver]

I love how my two most popular OCs are a gangster who enjoys slicing people up with razor blades and a serial killer/mad scientist who enjoys decapitating people with an ax.

#love my little murder girls #lucy winters #vanessa sullivan #my ocs #laur babbles

[adoodleintime]

https://archiveofourown.org/works/31272875/chapters/118891147#workskin

Posted the last couple chapters of A Second Chance. The epilogue will be posted sometime this week

#sher babbles #A Second Chance #scau #scau Vanessa #scau cardi #scau moonjumper #ahit #a hat in time #sher writes

[glitchafton]

William: You work fast.

Vanessa: It's not really a big deal, I'm just going in and repeating the process. So far there hasn't been any major differences.

Vanessa: Again so far. Others are different, basically will have to start from scratch.

Vanessa: But you can move about just fine, I don't have to do anything else on that front?

William: Nothing.

Vanessa: Right, you can

Vanessa: flit?

Vanessa: hop?

Vanessa: blink?

Vanessa: skitter?

Vanessa: Yeah we're going with skitter as the correct word for virus ambulation.

Vanessa: But you can just skitter in yourself.

William: Skitter isn't right either.

Vanessa: Well you tell me then.

Vanessa: Also be careful, the Malhare is hard to notice if you don't know it's there or what to look for but once you do it's easy to start seeing.

Vanessa: Actually watching it, you, sort of in action, that's a hop. Right this is why you were such a bitch to snare in the first place.

Vanessa: Still, be careful about anyone detecting that there's anything to be concerned about. I'd say more but I never exactly studied sentient worms.

Vanessa: I guess that would be the best thing to classify the Malhare under right now.

Vanessa: Technically isn't a virus since I don't think there's a root.

Vanessa: Unless that's me. Or you attached to me.

Vanessa: Should probably pick a better word for that too to make it clear it's the soul half.

Vanessa: Why the fuck are souls even real, who let my mom be right?

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William: Good news, Vanessa.

Vanessa: Yeah I'm packing up to head out. Great news for me. You kind of vanished on me there, everything's still fine?

William: Perfectly.

Vanessa: What did you do?

William: I was able to get quite a bit further than we expected, and turns out I can attach parts of the Malhare onto other machines.

Vanessa: You know what I'm going to just stay late to work on all of this a bit more.

William: You can go home, I don't need anything else from you and if I do, I'll say something.

Vanessa: I just need to take some notes down.

Vanessa: But you agree that half is called Malhare now?

William: Only because you're getting hung up on words today.

Vanessa: It's important, okay? You might want to have some idea how the Malhare functions technically at some point. It would help to start having some level of documentation.

Vanessa: Even if I have to use my sketch pad since I can't exactly type this up here.

William: At least I'm already dead this time.

Vanessa: ?

William: The last time I dealt with someone getting this excited it ended up with me in hospital for a fortnight.

Vanessa: Great. I just need to make up some reason I'm staying late. Stay there. Actually. You can go places now...

#The Chat log semi fic #Vanessa is fucking vibrating by the end of this #that adorable fucking nerd #and RIP me having to deal with any level of techno babble

[diedoverahat]

teasing mike with an ice cube. 18+ mdi

not proofread don’t yell at me

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mike has been tied to the bed post for almost ten minutes now, and blindfolded for nearly just as long.

he’s fully worked himself up by this point. chest heaving, cheeks ruddy, lips slick and red, boxers tented deliciously. he looks perfect.

not to mention the thin lines of wetness trailing all over his chest and stomach, leaving little red paths from the intense cold in their wake.

you can’t remember who started this, all you remember is trying to fix mike and you a couple of drinks shortly after he got back from dropping abby at vanessa’s place. innocently filling each glass with ice cubes when mike slid up behind you, kissing your neck and whispering filth in your ear.

you rolled your eyes, feigning annoyance to rile mike up. it worked of course, he’s a simple man, but just not in the way you wanted it too. mike grabbed an ice cube and dropped it down the back of your shirt, and a small wrestling match ensued leaving both of you on the floor making out.

one thing led to another and mike hauled you up in a rush to get to the bedroom, you didn’t even notice he grabbed the glass full of ice cubes off the counter.

now you’re here, minus some clothes, sitting on mikes thighs trailing ice cube after ice cube over his sensitive skin on display.

“ah! mhm shit…” mike whimpers out when you run the cold ice over his left nipple, hands clenching and unclenching where they’re bound to the bedpost.

you hum back nonchalantly, mouth too occupied to respond fully. your lips wrapped around a piece of ice that’s quickly melting, you circle his nipple a few times drawing out little keens from him as you do.

the ice fully melts, leaving your lips cold as you trail kisses all along his pecs. you travel all the way up his neck, sucking at the sensitive spot behind his ear. mikes breathy moans make your heart race and fireworks go off deep in your stomach.

you take advantage of mike being blindfolded to surprise him, stopping your assault on his neck to kiss him properly. he responds almost immediately, craning his head up to desperately kiss you back and moaning into your mouth enthusiastically.

you smile into the kiss before you can stop yourself, mikes responsiveness to your touch never fails to make you giddy.

you pull back, breaking the kiss much to mikes dismay. he lets out an all suffering groan, trying his best to rear up in chase of your lips.

you sit back, just watching him for a second. the biggest drawback of the blindfold is that you can’t see mikes eyes. they’ve always been your favorite feature of his, they’re so expressive. you can read whatever he’s thinking by just looking in his eyes.

you reel back before you feel yourself starting to get too sentimental, that’s not what mike needs right now. that’s not what either of you need right now.

“how’s it feel?” you ask softly, running your hands up and down his chest.

mike shivers under your light touch. “feels weird,” he breathes out quietly, “feels so fucking good though.”

“yeah?” you ask hotly, reaching out to pluck another piece of ice wasting no time before popping it in your mouth and shuffling down mikes body.

“ah!” mike exclaims as you start up on his chest again, circling his right nipple a few times before making your way over to his left to repeat the process.

only this time you dare to go lower, dragging the ice down the center of his chest to his stomach to trace shapes with the ice. a circle, a square, a heart, you even spell your name out. mike yelps, his abs tensing.

“shit! baby oh god,” he babbles incoherently, head trashing back and forth on the pillow.

you trail the ice all the way to the hem of his boxers, kissing along where the seam meets his skin while raking your hands up his legs.

mike keens, his legs fight to stay still. “fuck yes, don’t stop. please don’t stop.”

hearing his desperate pleas and whines spur you on enough to stop teasing him. you roughly yank his boxers down, his hard dick bobbing out to slap against his stomach. you moan at the sight of him, flushed red and wet at the tip.

sparks go off at the base of your spine. you need him in your mouth now. you crunch down on your ice enthusiastically, swallowing the bits and pieces left.

you know your tongue, lips, and mouth are still cold from how many ice cubes you’ve gone through. apparently, mike didn’t think of that, so the cold kiss you plant on the tip of his dick takes him by surprise.

“fuck! oh fuck fuck fuck-“ he breathes out roughly as you run your cold tongue all over the length of him, kissing and suckling as you go.

you kiss your way up to the tip of his dick, gripping the base in your hand and wrapping your lips around the head.

“s’good baby, feels so good.” mike slurs quietly. you squeeze his thigh with your other hand, starting to bob your head in a steady rhythm.

you pull off, letting the spit that gathered in your mouth drip down the length of mikes dick before you continue bobbing your head. the lewd sound of slurping that fills the room makes your ears burn in the best way possible. the familiar weight and taste of him on your tongue leaves your pussy aching.

mike’s a incoherent mess at this point, reduced down to making needy sounds and tugging at his restraints in vain.

you plunge lower, down to the base of his cock and swallow around him. mike yelps.

“shit baby i’m gonna-fuck-i’m gonna fucking come.” he’s unable to stop the praises that flow out of his mouth. his legs are kicking out erratically, but you’ll give him a pass just this once.

you pull all the way off mike’s dick, using your hand to stroke him quickly. “do it mike. come for me,“ you purr hoarsely. “be good and come for me.” your lips brushing against the tip of mikes weeping dick has his orgasm hitting him like a train and spurting his come into your parted lips.

“fuck!” he shouts, voice raspy and loud. you bob your head down again to swallow his release, tearing an overwhelmed keen from mike’s chest. he’s rocking his hips mindlessly up into your mouth to ride out his orgasm.

you can tell that he’s extremely sensitive, but that doesn’t stop you. “oh shit–” mike gasps as you continue to suckle at his sensitive spent dick, coaxing out tiny drops of come.

“s’to much, i can’t!” he cries, hips pressing into the mattress trying to squirm away from the pleasure turned overstimulation. you take pity on him, and pull off after one long suck, pressing one last kiss to the head.

you slide up the length of mike’s body, pulling a blanket up with you to cover you both. his chest is heaving and he’s covered in sweat. “i’m gonna take the blindfold off.” you say softly, reaching up to gently remove the blindfold. he only grunts in response.

mike has his eyes closed when you take it off him, still coming down from his orgasm. then you undo the tie you used as a makeshift rope to free his wrists from the bedpost. tossing both items aside you finally lay down and cuddle up next to mike.

he turns his head to you, eyes open and looking into yours. “hi.” you say with a soft smile.

mike laughs weakly, strong arms circling your waist to pull you closer. “that was… holy shit.” mike says reverently. you laugh, tangling your legs with his under the blanket. “you’re welcome.”

mike doesn’t respond, instead leaning in to kiss you. the two of you slowly make out, hands roaming each others body’s contently. you pull back just enough to rest your forehead against his.

“you want that drink now?”

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taglist!

@yuenity @ebodebo @mfdxz

#natalia writes! #i LOVE this #this is purely self indulgent #put ptv on and wrote this in one sitting #posting this on the way to church btw #🥰 #mike schmidt come home the kids miss you #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x reader smut #mike schmidt smut #fnaf #fnaf movie #josh hutcherson #jhutch #josh hutcherson renaissance #josh hutcherson smut #pure smut #smutty smut smut #mike schmidt imagine #fnaf smut

[springnote]

You Catch Them Masturbating

includes: William Afton, Henry Emily, Phone Guy, Michael Afton, and Vanny/Vanessa

warnings: nsfw minors dni, gn reader (unspecified private parts), oral (male and female receiving), voyeurism (I think?)

William Afton:

• It was impossible to not be intimidated by him, especially when he was so attractive. So having him as a boss was more than enough to make you a flustered mess.

• You did your best to be respectful, always calling him “sir” and giving a smile before you had to look away from nerves, he seemed to appreciate all your work and obedience, and you never bothered him, until today.

•You just wanted to tell him that everyone left and you were about to go home too, but you got something more when you knocked on the door, a muffled groan sounding from the office before he answered you.

• “Come in~” he had practically purred as you opened the door, your jaw falling open at the sight before you. He was lounging on his couch, his cock out of his slacks as he looked at you with glazed eyes. “You look so surprised, well I’m happy to show you how much you excite me, bunny~”

• He shameless fisted his cock, keeping firm eye contact with every stroke as he licked his lips. “Of course you may leave if you wish, but that’s not what you want, is it, love? You want to ngh help don’t you?”

• “Yes sir.” You nearly whispered, closing the door behind you as he let out a growl at your words. “There you go- fuck again. Come here, show me how good you can be~”

Henry Emily:

• You didn’t see Henry as much as William, despite them being co-owners of the restaurant, but you still developed a bond with him. You took your niece and nephew by often, and one day you spotted Henry at a corner table looking absolutely miserable, and you couldn’t stop yourself from checking on him.

• Being a grieving and single father was tough on him, but the way you would bring him coffee and listen to him whenever you came by made him feel something he hadn’t felt in years. Of course he wouldn’t say anything though, but he couldn’t deny his feelings.

• Perhaps William was being his wingman when he told you that Henry wandered off during the big convention at the hotel, which eventually led you to the back meeting room, where Henry stood leaning against the table, pants and underwear around his knees as he stroked his cock, your name falling from his lips like a prayer.

• When he noticed you he sounded so ashamed and defeated as he closed his eyes, saying he was sorry he ruined the friendship you gave him. “You deserve so much better, you should go. I’m sorry.”

• When you didn’t leave, he looked at you with dark eyes, an intense and wanting look on his face as you stepped closer. “I want to help.” You said, making him throb as he groaned.

• “Let me take care of you after this,” he rasped as he watched intently as you got to your knees. “Shit you’re so good…I need you.”

Phone Guy:

• Somehow you survived your job as a night guard, and ended up thanking Phone Guy every morning after for his help. You were so grateful, it made him feel appreciated, so he asked to keep in touch.

• You would visit him at lunch some days, sharing greasy pizza and telling him about your new job whenever he wasn’t rambling about the pizzeria. Sadly you didn’t see him as often when he had to re-record instructions for the new guard.

• One day you decided to surprise him with some lunch, but once you saw his office was empty you felt the urge to snoop. You quickly spotted the phone he recorded all his messages on, and pressed the button, hoping to hear him being goofy again.

• Instead you heard an obscenely loud moan of your name. “Fuuuck fuck right there, o-oh you’re so good I can’t I- please do that again, (y/n) please-” You froze as the recording played on, his babbling and moans making your face hot.

• “H-Hello?” Of course he came back right then, looking just as flustered as he started sputtering out apologies. “That was an accident I didn’t know it was recording I’m sorry I shouldn’t have-”

• “Would you like some help..?” as soon as you said that, he relaxed, a brief while leaving his mouth. “Please…”

Michael Afton:

• Ever since Michael started his new job, he was on edge a lot more often, and as his best friend, you offered to stay at his house in case he needed anything.

• You made yourself at home in the guest room, reading late into the night til you heard noise from the living room. Part of you wondered if it was one of those robots he mentioned, but you knew it was probably his soap opera.

• “Psst~ can you turn it down, Mikey?” You whispered when you stuck your head into the living room, ready to quip about his show when you saw him laying on the couch, one hand rubbing the tip of his cock while the other tweaked a nipple.

• “Fuck! Um I’m sorry (y/n)!” He gasped and covered his crotch with a pillow, his face heating up with embarrassment. “Sorry…”

• You don’t know why but you suddenly asked. “Were you thinking about me?” There was an awkwardly long pause, but then he breathed out a “yes…” with a heavy sigh, seeming more embarrassed. “I can help.” You added, watching his eyes widen as he seemed to melt at your words.

• “C’mere, lemme feel you.” He cooed, patting his muscular thigh invitingly. “Catch me first.” You giggled, playfully scampering off when he jumped off the couch. “Oh it’s on now!”

Vanessa/Vanny:

• Despite her grumbling about it, the Pizzaplex hired you as another night guard to help Vanessa out, seeing as she was always tired and grumpy, and she wouldn’t say it, but she did like you.

• She frequently sent you to go clean bathrooms or take inventory, and you couldn’t tell why she didn’t want you in the security room or following her, so you decided to sneak up on her one evening and pop in the security office.

• You’d barely thrown the door open before she slammed you against the wall, a hand on your throat as she glared. “Wh- (y/n) the hell are you doing? You’re supposed to be on clean up duty!” “I finished early and-” you didn’t get much else out before you noticed she was in her underwear, a wet patch on her panties.

• “Nobody is supposed to get in here…” she mumbled as she backed away, her cheeks flushed as she put her other hand behind her back. “May I help?” You asked hesitantly, watching a sly smirk form on her face.

• “Well since you finished early on your job, and interrupted me…” she hummed as she went to sit in her desk chair, tossing her panties to the side as she beckoned you forward. You sank to your knees in between her legs, staring at her already glistening pussy.

• “I think you deserve a reward~” she chuckled again before pushing your face closer, her thighs keeping you in place as she leaned back to watch you.

#fnaf #william afton x reader #michael afton x reader #vanny x reader #henry emily x reader #phone guy x reader #fnaf vanessa x reader #fnaf x reader

[i-might-be-vanny]

Shout out to nonhuman characters that started out as duplicates of existing characters but then formed their own identities outside of the characters they were previously associated with, gotta be one of my favorite genders

#vanessa babbles #infinity train lake #owl house vee #stone ocean foo fighters #infinity train #the owl house #jojo's bizarre adventure: stone ocean

[bambooshootssoup]

"Got a Date? "

-General Dating HCS-

Asta, Yuno, Nacht, William X Reader

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CW! : there's probably a spoiler or two?, it's just fluff and nothing else, Nacht being Nacht, some language mistakes

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- Asta-

- he's very good at finding places for dating? (One of his attempts to propose sister Lily)

- he could and will makes a whole rundown to make sure you could enjoy your dates with him

- "I should buy a flower, wait, there's a lot of flowers there- urgh..... Should I buy her a gift? But what does she like?.... Big sis Vanessa!!!!! Help meeeeeee!!!!!! "

- hold hands all the way (yeahhh!!!!!)

- the sweetest person that you could ever ask for

- he'll probably take you to the field full of flowers and make you run around with him or make a lot of flower crowns

- "here's a very pretty crown for my queen!! It's only made from flowers now.... But when I become a wizard king, I promise I'll give you a real one, okay? "

- Yuno Grinberryall -

- first, he has to figure out how to go on a date with you without having Bell, his Sylph to curse at your existence all day long

- protective hand holding (he literally grip your hand instead of holding it, but gently)

- dates are most likely spent at a Teashop or library, with him cannot get his eyes off you, he just blankly stares at you

- "is there anything you want to order? I could order it for you.... Oh, you got some cream on your cheek, let me wipe it for you"

- on rare occasions, he takes you to the Demon's skull on his village and just stargazing

- " Anything for you, my love"

- Nacht Faust -

- Stay at Home date are the best option if he has to choose, being a spy never be easy and always tiring, and he doesn't have much energy to go anywhere anymore

- at your home preferably (his house are too eerie to become a good place to date)

- a very good cook, he always helps you to prepare food, with a little help from his little devils (it ain't much but it honest work)

- and for the rest of the day, Cuddles and a lil bit of chatter, he would talk about his day and how he hates everyone (except you)

- "everyone is good for nothing... Hm? Does that include you? Don't be silly, at least your hugs are comforting compared to their endless babbling"

- William Vangeance -

- He's tired (2) , all of that office work could make him explode and you're always wondering how he keeps himself intact

- He could never say no to Picnic dates tho, he loves your homemade foods (even if you couldn't make something edible, like me-) , and what makes it better is that he could spend his day lay his head on your lap

- it's so relaxing and stress-relieving, the most comfortable place in the whole world if he has to be honest

- but there are times when he takes you to a fancy places, and literally treats you like a queen, he goes "anything for you, my queen" Mode

- " I wish I could do more for you, but those paperworks doesn't seem like it's going to let me go anytime soon, I'm very sorry that I always make you understand my circumstances "

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Thanks for reading ^^ and have a nice day~

#william vangeance x reader #nacht faust x reader #yuno grinberryall x reader #asta x reader #asta #yuno grinberryall #nacht faust #william vangeance #black clover #black clover x reader

[flowers-that-sing]

help ive been reading my dark vanessa since JULY. istg im not that slow i just dont have time to read 😭😭😭

#bobbi babbling #my dark vanessa #also why i havent updated my fics in forever #IM SORRY #THEYRE NOT ABANDONED I PROMISE

[bumblingbee1]

Thinking about her

#bee babbles #it’s simping hours #kof Vanessa #I need her in punch out

[eksvaized]

Simon ’Ghost’ Riley x fem!reader render by: @661ave

part FOUR

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You squeeze the phone in your hand until your knuckles turn white. You want to break it, shatter the screen and watch as it turns black, and the message disappears. However, no matter how tight your grip gets, your phone stays intact. You consider hurling it against the wall or making it tumble to the ground before slamming your heel onto the screen, but you know you can’t give in to your impulses. It wouldn’t solve your problem, it wouldn’t make the unknown number vanish from your address book, and in the end, you’d be forced to buy a new phone, which you can’t afford to do.

Your back crashes against the wall, and you close your eyes, taking a big breath in and then holding the air in your lungs until it hurts, and you are forced to exhale. Your mood is ruined, and the warm, ecstatic feeling that had spread throughout your body after talking with Price was now gone, replaced by coldness and darkness, which made your body freeze and muscles tighten.

You should go home, take a shower and sleep it all off. In the morning, when your head is clear and you’re not drunk any more, you can think about what you want to do, and maybe finally figure out a way to end this because you can’t go on like this any longer.

You believed that the threats, the messages, the orders, and the harassment were over… You thought that the game had ended, but of course, you were mistaken. It would have been too easy, and that's not how things work with you - there's always a challenge, a hurdle for you to overcome.

However, ultimately, all sensible ideas of going home get wiped from your head, and you choose to stay instead of leaving.

After bouncing the corner of the phone lightly against your brow, you straighten your back and click your tongue, drawing your bottom lip in between your teeth. The message told you to stay away from Price and avoid him unless you wish the video to be sent to him, but it said nothing about not being allowed to stay.

You decide to spend the rest of the evening indulging in drinks, hoping that the alcohol will sooner or later aid in silencing your thoughts; you yearn for a temporary escape from all your troubles, even if only for one night.

Vanessa is overjoyed to see you and begins babbling about how she feared you got lost or fell asleep somewhere in the hallway, leaning against the wall because you had been gone for quite some time.

“I was about to send someone to look for you.” She giggles and drapes her arm over you, her fingers curling around your shoulder, giving it a light squeeze.

Vanessa pulls you close and scans your face. Her green eyes hunt for something as she tries to read your mind; she can sense the shift in your mood. Fortunately, she doesn’t comment on it.

“How thoughtful of you.” You smile, but the corners of your lips droop, and you can’t hide your sour face. “But if you wanna make yourself useful, I would love it if you could mix me one more cocktail. Preferably extra strong this time.”

“I thought you were cutting yourself off.” She raises her eyebrows, but nonetheless, leaves you for a moment to fetch a bottle.

“I changed my mind.”

You drink, drink and drink. At first, you stick with cocktails concocted from whatever is left lying around. Then you drink straight from the half-empty bottles when you run out of the sweet juices and bubbly sodas. Eventually, even the biggest and fullest bottles run dry, so you scavenge around for cups that have been strewn, untouched, and forgotten by others.

Sober, you’d think it’s repulsive to slurp someone else’s drink, but intoxicated, you couldn’t care less and are just concerned with making sure your head stays empty, and no pesky thoughts try to creep into your mind.

When people cluster in small groups and you get left behind because Vanessa is gone, and Charles seems to have begun purposely avoiding you - you hate it despite knowing you gave him the cold shoulder first - you wander to the corner of the room.

You fall on your ass and rest your back against the concrete wall, pulling out your phone. It takes you three attempts to unlock it because every time you try to type in your password, your finger slips and you press the wrong letter.

Your head is spinning, causing your neck to strain as you struggle to keep it aligned. Even though you've consumed a significant amount of liquids in the past few hours, your throat still feels dry and begs for a refreshing drink, which you’re too lazy to go and get.

You run your tongue across your lips, trying to wet them, hating how chapped they feel, and wishing you hadn’t misplaced your strawberry chapstick.

You start typing and sending messages to the phone number that has been haunting and threatening you for almost three weeks now. Somewhere deep down, you know it’s a stupid thing to do. There’s a nagging voice in the back of your head demanding that you lock the phone. Disregarding it, you divert your attention to the motion of your fingers and attempt to sharpen your blurry vision by blinking as you pull the screen closer to your face so you can see better.

Your rage-filled outburst is cut short. Your phone buzzes and for a moment your head clears, but of course, shortly after, your thoughts get clouded again.

Every bone in your body wants to rebel. You refuse to entertain any more of the threats, and the alcohol makes you feel stupidly brave. However, when you stand up and blood rushes to your head, your vision becomes hazy and dim, and a wave of nausea washes over you. You know, as much as you hesitate to admit it, that the party is over for you, and you need to go home.

Your eyes scan the room, trying to locate Vanessa because you want to say goodbye, but when you see her making out with someone, you decide not to bother her and slip away telling no one.

You know where the exit is, but as you roam the deserted hallways, you get disoriented and lost, and don’t pay attention to where you’re going. It takes you thirty minutes, but you finally step outside. As the wind blows, you can feel its refreshing coolness, which makes your body freeze briefly before relaxing completely.

However, you can’t savour the moment for long since your head starts spinning again as your mouth fills with saliva. Your wide eyes dart around, trying to make sense of your surroundings before you retreat into the shadows. Your stomach churns and you vomit while trying to keep your hair out of your face.

You feel gross. After you wipe your mouth with your sleeve, you condemn yourself for drinking too much.

"Classy." The voice sneers with a heavy dose of sarcasm, mocking you.

Your head jerks to the side. Your gaze lands on the man standing behind you. Before approaching you, he clicks his teeth and shakes his head, rolling his dark eyes.

“I thought you were unwavering in your intention to pretend like I didn’t exist.” You blurt out. The words spill out of your mouth faster than you can think about what you are saying.

“I’m not.” Ghost replies.

“You are. Ever since… then… you haven’t said a single word to me. Until now.” You tighten your muscles as you strive to maintain your back straight and avoid stumbling.

You want to project confidence and indifference, but your flushed cheeks, drowsy eyes, dilated pupils, and loose tongue betray you.

“I didn’t think we had much to talk about.”

“Considering we slept together, I imagine we do.”

“It’s best to forget about that night. I know it, and you do too. Regardless of whether we... you want it or not.” Ghost takes a deep breath, and you can practically feel the waves of frustration emanating from him.

You want to keep arguing with him, tell him that the way he acts is rude and that you don’t expect him to take you out on a date or suddenly exhibit a strong interest in you, but you wish he wouldn’t act as if you didn’t exist at least.

You bite your tongue and your eyes fall to the ground as you grow mute. Your first instinct is to say no because you don’t want to get into a truck with him, and spend the next fifteen minutes in an awkward silence. But you can’t call the cab since you are not sure if you have enough cash to cover the fare. You also don’t feel like walking in this freezing weather, so you nod your head and go with him, letting him lead you to the truck.

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x you #writing #simon riley x reader #cod #call of duty #ghost x reader #ghost x y/n #ghost x you #blackmailghost

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I just realized that I've basically given three of my OCs the exact same fashion sense.

Whoops.

#listen i can't help it that leather jackets plaid shirts sweaters jeans and combat boots are the superior style #two are alice and vanessa #the third one is actually an oc i haven't shared on here yet #but maybe someday.... #i'll try to branch out a bit more with the style for #some of the newer ocs i've been kicking around in my head for awhile now #laur babbles #my ocs