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#Call Of Duty Modern Warfare Remastered
juanjoaiaf · 9 months
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Call Of Duty Modern Warfare Remastered [XSX]. EN ENGLISH, pero divertido.
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bonkchai · 1 year
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PLEASE spare some love for Captain Mactavish too, LOOK AT THIS MAN
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HE’S FR SO FINE. I wanna give his scar a lil smooch 😚
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creme183 · 11 months
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Full version on my n$fw Twitter 👀
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trashiewrites · 1 year
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More girlboss ghost's wife plz 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽
HAHAHAHAH!!!! MORE BAD BITCHING AND I LOVEE IT!! btw for those who have sent in requests, I am doing them in the order I get them! I don't have that many but work has been killing me recently!
Don't Fuck with That~
Ghost x F!Reader (Never really mentioned gender-wise)
Rating: B for Boss Bitch
Warnings: Harsh language to women, and alcohol? yeah
Words: 1150
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One thing you may expect about the life of a mother of two is chaos, especially with your husband gone for long periods of time. It's a lot, you will admit. Yet, you bring the Bad Bitch you were and made it looks like child's play. To be honest, you didn't know how the fuck you did it yourself, but you managed! After a month or so you do start to lose your mind, saying that you barely have any free time after handling things. Luckily you have the best husband ever!
On days when Simon would return home after a mission, the first thing he does is take the kids to go see your family! Or if that isn't available, he'll ask the boys to babysit for the night. Usually, Soap loves to babysit the little monsters. In any case, the kids are out of your hair! Simon takes this to have you go buck wild wherever you want. This time you chose to relax and have drinks at a dive bar! Nothing is more distressing than the one day you can pump yourself with your favorite alcohol!
Simon, during this time, stays relatively sober just to watch the chaos unravel. You being drunk is what he calls a spectacle. "You know Simon," you looked over at him taking another swig of your glass, "how did you of all people end up with such rowdy sperm monsters??" You growled as you leaned upon the table. Simon chuckled, sipping some more whiskey.
"I don't know," he placed his glass down, "why don't you ask their mother?"
"Yeah, you're right!" your face lit up for a mere moment before fully taking in his words, "wait a fucking minute you bastard! I'm their mother!!" 
"Exactly," He took another sip, "Look at yourself, I love you but those rascals get it all from you." Simon chuckled before looking back to see you gulping another glass. 
"Bartender, another glass for me please!" You spoke in a mopey tone, "Imma need more to drink away the sorrow of my husband's harsh but true words!" Having said that, you burst into laughter. Leaning against your husband's shoulder as you tried to grasp your breath. Simon shook his head, leaning his head upon yours. 
"Honestly, what do I do with you." He chuckled as the bartender motioned that this was your last drink. Wasting no time, you took a large gulp; letting out a refreshing sigh you flashed Simon a content smile. "Enjoy that drink, It's your last." You placed your hand over your mouth, so close to spitting out your precious booze. You leaned your head back downing what you had in your mouth. 
"Says who!" You clutched to Simon in desperation, "How could you deprive me of my only day off!" Simon finished his glass, motioning for another. He pointed to himself; the bartender nodded.  "How come you get another!"
"One, the bartender. Two, I'm going to be here for a bit." Simon nodded as he swapped his old glass for a newly filled one, "Lastly, cause I'm not nearly as drunk as you." You huffed in defeat, despite being hammered, you could tell you were HAMMERED. You downed the rest of your glass, standing up from your seat. 
"Imma head to the restroom," you kissed his cheek and left. Simon took a moment to look around. Most things you'd see in a bar were there; The noisy folk, the drunk asleep in the back corner, and groupies of all varieties. One thing caught his eye, more like he had caught their eye if anything. A group of ladies whispered among themselves as they looked over to one of them and then back to him. Not necessarily an uncommon sight for him, saying he is fairly attractive without his mask on. Yet he looked away, paying no heed to the group and returning to his drink. Surely no one is stupid to hit on him seeing he had been hanging with you this whole time... keyword he thought...
"Hey, there Handsome," a voice called out next to him. He ignored it despite no one being on the other side. Until sadly, someone poked his shoulder. "I'm speaking to you sir; can I buy you a drink? " Simon sighed, a frown staining his face. 
"No thanks, for your sake you should leave; I'm happily married." 
"To that wreck? Oh, honey, I can show you a real woman." the woman cackled as she leaned closer, "I can rock your world baby; just give me a chance. ~" she spoke in a seductive whisper into Simon's ear. He placed his hand on her shoulder, gently pushing her away. 
"One last time, it's best if you leave." 
"Oh, come one, leave with me, baby!" She beckoned, "you'll send those papers after one night with me, trust me. ~" 
"I wouldn't fuck with that if I were you," Simon turned to face you, "you must be blind 'cause I'm sure you and your group of whores knew he was mine." Your eyes flared with anger. You cracked your knuckles, leaning your head to the side with a cynical smirk. The women slowly turned around, seeing the demon incarnate festering with glaring eyes that could kill. She went pale as a ghost, "Now, I suggest you turn tail to your groupie before I shove something in those open legs of yours that you won't find pleasurable."  The woman gulped loudly, comedically loud. Rushing off to return to her little gang, you laughed loudly as you watched her run, "Go on run faster bitch; pick a better target next time!" You sent a kiss in her direction and returned your gaze to your husband whose eyes were on you the entire time, admiring you with a soft grin. "Liked the show?" 
"I believe that's your best performance yet." You walked to him, and instead of sitting in your seat next to him, you sat promptly on his lap. He wrapped his arms around your waist, resting his head on your shoulder, "Extremely attractive, if I may add; Despite all these years, you continue to amaze me, dove."
"Can I have one more drink then?" you turned to face him, hitting him with big puppy eyes. Simon sighed, never one to give in to puppy eyes, yet perhaps today will be his exception. 
"Fine," He motioned for two more, "last one, so enjoy it." You cheered happily, grabbing Simon's cheeks and giving him a big smooch. 
"Thank you, thank you! You're the best husband ever, Simon!!" You hugged him tightly; in response, he rubbed your back, "I love you so much, Simon..." You spoke softly. 
"I love you too, (y/n)," he whispered in return. Taking his glass in hand and handing you yours, "Cheers?" You stared down at your glass and then back to him with a warm smile, both sharing that longing for each other. 
"Cheers." 
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powderrr · 3 months
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I believe that Soap has a sweet tooth in all universes, lol. (He's also an apple fan)
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Я верю в то,что Соуп сладкоежка в любых вселенных,лол. (А ещё он фанат яблок)
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thefandomlifechoseme · 7 months
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I am a firm believer that, on their rare, rare nights off, the 141 (minus Ghost) will hang out at the pub.
I am a firm believer that, on his rare, rare nights off, Ghost ditches the mask and heads into town for a pint. later, without fail, the rest of the 141 will traipse in. doesn't matter how he aranges it, or how carefully he plans it, they always turn up at somepoint.
Simon Riley will be sat there, terrified to so much as breathe in their direction because they'll know, even as Price studiously avoids looking at his direction, because Soap would see, and he wouldn't let it go.
(Laswell avoids looking because she knows full well she'll break down into hysterical laughter at the sheer typicality of their luck- it is, as ever, film fodder)
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artificialcorby · 10 months
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Just finished replaying the OG MW trilogy and I don't know where to unload my feels.
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vault21 · 2 years
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Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 Remastered   —   Act III
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rullaluistinroskis · 7 months
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I don't know what I'm doing, don't ask :>
I've had an art block for a LONG time now, but thankfully playing war games has (for some reason) made me wanna draw again.
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artificandex · 3 months
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intro post lol
my ao3 account!!
likes and stuff:
•Alan Wake
•COD (Black Ops and Ghosts r my fav)
•Red Dead Redemption
•Until Dawn/Dark Pictures Anthology
•Dishonored
•Star Wars
•LOTR/The Hobbit
•Marvel/DC
•DND
•R6S
•A lot of other stuff that would take years to list
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I'm cool with posting headcanons or small fics here, I am dying for requests 🙏🙏🙏 feel free to ask questions :)
I'm fine with x reader
I indulge in Hermitcraft and F1 sometimes, but idk if I'd write anything related to them tho, feel free to ask anyway <3
I'm cool with writing pretty much everything unless if it's like, y'know, non-non, underage and things like that, zoophilia, all that obvious stuff
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fatalheart0 · 10 months
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Silence pt 2 Final
@sleepyconfusedpotato I really hope you enjoy this :')
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2 weeks later-
It was time. The trucks were parked a mile from the base to avoid being seen approaching, having a great amount of woods around the base gave them enough cover to sneak up on them without being seen. Once they got close enough to the base, Soap and gaz were quick to snipe the guards, giving them room to push forward. Price gives a nod to soap and gaz, for them to rush to the sides to check for any pop up guard posts to avoid them being caught as soon as they jumped over. One by one the made their way over the wall, dropping into the darkness below.
It was hard for ghost to not just rush through everyone like a bull gone mad. But he needed to make sure jade got out unharmed. Jade was his focus, Vargas too of course but jade- she was something ghost would never find again. When they got close enough to the entrance of the base, they waited in the darkness for the guards to rotate posts. During the change they quickly used the time between the guards leaving and coming to enter the base.
Now was the time to get to the cells, they weren't far but Shepard isn't an idiot. They knew very well they'd be guarded heavily. Once they got to the corridor it was weapons free. Shots rang out in the building echoing off each wall. Bullet casings and bodies piled up on the floor as the task force pushed their way through Graves men. Quickly running down through various halls, obviously not to fast to avoid any enemies that popped out of nowhere, soon they found themselves at the cell block.
"Ghost!?"
"Over here Rudy!!"
The voices of their teammates call out in the open as Ghost and Rudy open the cell doors. Ghost is quick with Jades door; you'd think if he did it any harder he'd tear the door off its hinges. The relief he feels when he sees her sitting there tied to a chair has him feel every ounce of euphoria just knowing she is alive. He's quick cutting the ropes pulling them away from her.
It's a small moment but it means so much to him. He helps her up, noting every small scratch and bruise that are on her face and shoulders. For what he had planned for Graves was to return every mark on her to his body 100x times worse. Even though they were small marks, they didn't make him feel any better because he now knows she was in trouble and he wasn't there to help her.
"Are you good enough to fight?" He asks jade who is already up on her feet.
"You bet your ass I am beanpole"
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Breaking out from the base felt like just a few seconds with jade by his side. They were always a powerful team. Nothing was impossible for the two of them. When they fought together it was almost like an art form, like two pieces of a puzzle that fit perfectly together. They truly were a match made in heaven even if they didn’t yet realize it
Back at the Safe house Ghost had pulled jade aside into a private room wanting to help her patch up any wounds. Jade couldn't help but smile watching him be gentle with her. His hands were rough but every movement he made was soft, he carefully cleaned every cut and checked her physical motions to make sure nothing was broken. When all was cleared the two remained in silence.
Ghost was the first to speak. It felt weird for him, being the first to say how he felt was weird because normally jade had to get him to even confess to being upset.
"I missed you-" was all he could say. No other words could process in his mind, partly because he was still mad at himself for not being there for her and because [even though they were quite literally small marks] she got hurt. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into a tight embrace. She knows emotions aren't easy for Ghost to speak on, it's something he hates doing but for her he will always break every time. "I missed you too, Simon"
He smiles under the mask and pulls away from her. "I believe you dropped this" reaching into his vest pocket he pulls out the bullet necklace gently placing it over her head back around her neck. She reaches for the hulled and smiles as her fingers touch the brass metal. "Thank you for returning it to me" he nods, as a sudden yawn emerges from him. He stands from his seat and looks down at jade. He's hesitant for a moment before he finally caves in.
"Can I lay here with you? For tonight please?"
Jade stifles a small laugh, flattered by ghosts sudden change in attitude. “Missed me that much huh ?” She teases watching his eyes roll slightly.
A small smile returns to jades face as she nods scooting over for ghosts larger frame to fit into the bed. The bed dips down as he lays next to her smaller frame. Their both quiet, just enjoying being in each others presence once more.
“So I heard you got cranky with soap and price” ghost groans rolling onto his back to cross his arms . He's silent for a moment thinking of how to respond to her, pulling off his mask he sets it aside with a low sigh.
“I thought I lost you Lottie. And it… scared me. I thought I’d never get to see you again. I had hope you’d be alive and we were taking so damn long to locate you or hear from you that I lost my cool”
Jade remains silent listening to him speak, heart fluttering as he speaks about his feelings towards her. She smiles bring her head up to lay it on his shoulder. “Well I’m back thanks to you. You didn’t give up on me like others might have. Thank you”
“Actually- I should be thanking you. I know this will sound weird coming from someone like me but- I don’t think I could be the same without you. You’ve brought out the real me in ways I didn’t think could be possible to relive again. You truly are the light in my life Lottie- so um I got you something and I hope you’ll let me explain it entirely first”
He turns his head slightly to look down at her as he reaches into his pocket pulling out a small velvet bag. He empties its contents into his hand. A golden ring lays in the palm of his hand, there’s an engraving on the inside in another language.
“I got this for you. Maybe a few weeks ago, I didn’t think I’d ever give it to you - I always second guessed myself and how I felt. But now I see these truly are the emotions I am capable of feeling. But only for you. This isn’t a wedding ring or an engagement ring - it’s my promise ring. My promise is that no matter how far away I am from you, I will always come looking for you, that whenever you’re in trouble, I will be there just as you have for me. I love you, Charlotte Le Jardin, and I hope you’ll accept this ring as a reminder of that. You don’t have to wear it on your person at all times, but I do want you to have it for whenever you need a reminder that you are truly loved by someone. The inside translates to "I love you not only for what you are, but for what I am when I'm with you." "
Jade remains in silence, her watery eyes staring up at him. She gently takes the ring and stares at it. She slips it onto her ring finger, then switches it to her pinky. The ring was a perfect fit to both and she smiles to herself.
“Thank you ghost” she wraps her arm over his chest pulling him into a sideways hug, he shifts in her arms to wrap his own arms around her waist and plants a gentle kiss to the top of her head the two laid there in silence ready to drift to sleep in each others arms
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“Hey ghost?”
“Hm?”
“How’d you get my ring size?”
“…..”
“Ghost?”
“Hurry up and go to sleep”
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Authors note: I'm sorry, but when the idea of ghosts giving Jade a ring after almost losing her, I had to make it funny at the end, like the artwork of ghost braiding jade's 😂😭
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callofdutylorist · 1 year
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Meet: “Ghost” Simon Riley (Reboot)
Appears in Call of Duty Modern Warfare (2019), Call of Duty: Warzone, Call of Duty Mobile, Call of Duty Modern Warfare II (2022), and Call of Duty Warzone 2.0
CW: Spoilers for both Modern Warfare Timelines
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There are two separate versions of the character Ghost. One is from the classic timeline, and the other is from the reboot timeline. Both are absolute fan favorites and I don’t blame them. There are some major changes to the second Modern Warfare timeline that drastically affect Ghost. Primarily the fact that he doesn’t die to general shepherd like he did in the classic timeline.
Ghost is a British man from Manchester, England. He is 6′4″ and much like his counterpart is face overall not known, but hair and eye color are identified. Ghost has brown hair and brown hair (so far) in the reboot, while his Classic counterpart has black hair and green eyes.
This Ghost is primarily in the Modern Warfare Reboot timeline. His counterpart is in the Classic Modern Warfare.
Simon Riley (Reboot) first appears in Call of Duty Modern Warfare (2019). 
Ghost joined the SAS, proving his skills for covert missions, including sabotage, ambushes, infiltrations, illegal trade, and more. He’s concealed his identity by his iconic skull printed mask. Captain John Price would eventually recruit him into taskforce 141. It didn’t take long for Ghost to become a commanding officer for the taskforce.
As a member of taskforce 141 Ghost assists the other members and allies of Captain Price in their dangerous missions, including starting the journey to stop Zakhaev and his infamous force. His brutal efficiency, apathy towards violence, and great skills in clandestine proved to be exactly what the taskforce needed. Although he has a brush with death due to Graves/Shepherd’s betrayal, he pushes onwards. Eventually forming a secondary team known as Ghost Team, which is a combination of taskforce 141 and Los Vaqueros. 
Ghost has three notable traits, a strong set of dark humor, apathy towards violence, and an intense need for being unknown. He is seen frequently making dark jokes, and bringing the military humor to the team (a trait he shares with his classic counterpart, but it does slightly different this time). He is also seen taking out his enemies with brutal efficiency.
Ghost shares a strong rivalry with fellow Taskforce 141 member, Soap, fueled by their rivaling national identities (English & Scottish). Overtime their frenemy situation-ship becomes an incredibly close bond, far more implied to some form of bromance. When Soap gets injured from Graves’ attempt of betrayal, he shows an increased amount of sympathy than he normally does to anything, proving their notable bond. 
Ghost is also quite close with Captain Price, as Price is quite close to all of his crew(s). He takes the time to learn Spanish both for work and jokes to get along closer with Los Vaqueros. In the past he has also worked with Mace, but not much is known about the two’s relationship back in the SAS, it is implied that they might be enemies now.
The soldier will continue to go on in his timeline, and what happens next I have no clue, but am excited to see what they come up with. This is all notably different from how his journey goes in the Classic Timelines, where he fatally meets his end from Shepherd’s betrayal alongside Roach. 
The character himself plays a major role in the Call of Duty Community, being one of the first characters the big boy companies acknowledged as a fan favorite. He’s among all the sub groups of Call of Duty’s fandoms, being the guy every boy wanted to drink with in 2010s, and now the guy every artist wants to draw in...questionable positions. 
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callsign-vulture · 4 months
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creme183 · 11 months
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This ship has me by the throat. 💀🧼
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trashiewrites · 2 years
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If possible could you extend on the ask/request that was the reader being Ghost’s neighbor. I absolutely adored it and would love to see a continuation or a drabble of another encounter of them together! 💚
I'M SO GLAD YALL LIKE IT!!! It's honestly so cute to write!
Hello again! and Again! (Ghost x Reader)
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Word Count: 1033
Rating: C for Cacti :D
It's been a few days since Simons first encounter with his very own friendly neighbor (y/n). To be honest, he enjoyed those moments of the day. Besides coming over and chatting once two or three days ago, both have been exchanging hellos every day!  If it be him getting his mail and from across away he hears her "Good morning, Simon! How are you?" She's there always doing something, either getting the mail as well of tending to a small garden she has.  Day after day she would ask a variety of things. She would ask about his work, if he has plans, if he slept well, or if he needed anything. Day after day, Simon felt himself finding a reason to go outside, especially on no-mail days.
On one particular day, he was taking some stuff out from his shed to maybe start an outside project. After setting down his supplies, he heard a familiar voice from afar, "Good morning, Simon!"
He looked over and waved, "Morning."
"What ya planning there!" She points at what from afar can only be the supplies in front of him. "Are you going to do something out front too!"
He nodded, "I've been thinking about it... we'll see how it goes." She skipped on over, a bubbly smile across her face. She observed the stuff he was taking out. "You didn't have to come over... it's just supplies, for now..."
"Well, I kind of want to guess what you're making!" She inspected the tools closely. "Are you making a garden too!" She hopped back up, her eyes practically filled with stars due to the excitement. Simon sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. He's always been a cold tough man, not one to expect a garden from.
"Y-yeah, a cactus garden..." she gasped lightly, then began to cackle which turned into a small giggle. Simon scrunched his shoulders, more embarrassed than before. "What's so funny?"
"Nothing, nothing!" She calmed herself, "I just find it does fit for you to have a cactus garden. It's perfect for you!"  She turned back to him, and he eased up.
"You think so?"
"Yeah! I think a cactus represents you a lot!" (Y/n) exclaimed, she moved her finger in the air as if drawing pictures as she talked, "you know how cacti are all prickly and stuff! But on the inside, they are cozy places that birds use for homes and some others get water! I think that perfectly explains you!"  Simon stared at her for a while, not really sure what she meant by her entire speech. She shyly looked to the side, "what I'm trying to say is that you're cold exterior but you know besides the pointy bits you're really cool..."
"Oh..." Simon's face felt warm, his chest filled with butterflies, "thanks, don't really get stuff like that."
"I can tell," she says playfully nudging his shoulder. "Oh, by the way! Are you heading out of your house any time today?" Simon slowly looks at her, his face filled with suspicion.
"Why? You aren't planning to welcome yourself in, are you?" Simon crossed his arms, though she couldn't see it under his mask; He's smirking right now.  "Don't think I forgot your sneaky little skill there, neighbor."
"Pft, huh, what!" She laughed, "how dare you accuse me of such foul things!" She dramatically turns away, holding her hand to her face as if she was crying. She laughed and turned back to him; Simon was trying hard not to laugh with her. "But anyways, my dear neighbor, I'm actually not committing a B&E today" 
"Insinuating that you have done a B&E before?" She lifted her finger to her lip and winked. Which visibly shocked Simon. "You serious?"
"You ain't a snitch huh?" She puffed up her chest.
"Never"
"Good, not like it matters." She shrugged her shoulders, "it's been years since the one time I did it, back in school when my ex had cheated on me."
"Bloody hell, the lad must learned his lesson after that one."
"Ya bet he did," she huffed, "but anyway I was actually going to knock on your door. Hence you need to be home to open it."
"Why are you coming over?" (Y/n) grabbed his shoulders, shaking her head.
"Simon... my friend, you're asking too many questions."
"I've only asked one..."
"One too many. Your answer should be 'oh sure, my lovely neighbor!' The lovely neighbor part is optional."
"Oh, so am I taking orders from you now?"
"I wouldn't say orders, ya' know..." she tapped her chin, "more like humble suggestions!" 
"Uh huh... sure," Simon knelt down again grabbing some of the tools he took out, "all I'll say is no, I don't have any plans. Do with that as you wish."
"Okay! See you later then!" He heard her scurry off, presumably to her house. He couldn't help but feel that she was overly excited about this.
Hours passed, and some weird beeping throughout the day, Simon got some outside work done! Now he rests inside holding a nice cup of coffee. The next thing on his mental list was to buy some cacti. Looking online for different cacti he could think of getting. Glancing outside, it was close to evening, and still no knock at the door. "Hope she's okay..."
As if on cue, a frantic knocking came from the door. He sighed, placing his cup of coffee on the table. Opening the door, there she was taking deep breaths. Her clothes looked as if they had flour stains, even some left on her face. "What in the world happened to you?"
She laughed awkwardly raising a plate with her hands, "cookies, wanna share?" Simon looked at the cookies in silence, a little burnt on the edges but they looked really good.
"Was the beeping I've heard throughout the day a smoke alarm?" She raised the plate to cover her face. Simon couldn't help as a hearty laugh escaped his lips. "Come on, those cookies aren't going to eat themselves. Made a fresh pot of coffee too if you want."
"Sure, but next time I'm making you my famous hot coco." Simon shook his head as he closed the door behind her.
THERE YALL GO I HOPE YOU LIKE IT BYEEEEE!!!! <3
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b1rds3ye · 9 months
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rewatching the og modern warfare trilogy and while the reboot cast is superior, the og really won when it came to plot
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