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guys at 750 followers?? thats fucking mental to me. honestly. i love you all so much for sticking with me and my writing as it (hopefully) gotten better. thank you my angels <3
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thanks for the tag angel face <3 @v1x3n
1. too sweet by hozier
2. the general by the dispatch
3. the moon will sing by the crane wives
4. when we were young by the architects
5. santeria by sublime
6. king for a day by pierce the veil
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6 random songs from my 'On Repeat' Playlist
1. aerials - system of a down
2. hypnosis - sleep token
3. climbing up the walls - viscera
4. the jester's dance - in flames
5. cirice - ghost
6. how i fall apart - currents
tagged by @iite-cool (well vi tagged my main but i use this blog more LMAO) // no pressure tags: @whats-belay @stargirlrchive @oddityinthesky @tomiesdiet @dmitriene <33 mwah i love u all !!!
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I'm a sucker for whimpering men so I'm politely asking to be in-between Jschlatt's thighs, like his thighs softly squeezing around me‼️ THIGH KISSES AND SLOPPY HEAD GRGRGGR I just want to make him my bitch and my wife at the same time. hear me out.
lay on the bed, his head between your thighs so pussy drunk mumbling ‘so-so sweet angel,’ as he continues to lap at your pussy like its gonna run out. his mouth pulling to pull kisses at your thighs, his hands snaking up to grip them, your poor cunnie over stimmed as he kept sucking on that nub. ‘doin’ so good lovie,’ he mumbled as your hands are in his hair hes whimpering just from tasting you, rutting his hips into the bed. he could cum just from how good you taste.
#i dont write smut so#libby lectures#jschlatt#jschlatt x reader#schlatt x reader#schlatt#x reader#x you#jschlatt x you#schlatt x you#jschlatt x y/n
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hey! i hope you're doing well 💗 i also love supernatural and @/impala-dreamer is my favorite writer!! she has very good fanfics, smut, fluff etc. i recommend 👌🏻
nearly brought a tear to my eye, THANK YOU!! ive seen like barely any fics on here, so thank you sm lovely <3
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guys i lowkey fuck w dean winchester, ive saved 610 edits of him in a WEEK.
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dean winchester who believes youre the best thing to ever happen to him. he met you shortly after his twenty third birthday and the two of you had been together. as time went on he realised he had sorta always knew you had been around. from looking in your old photo books and his face happening to be there. an invisible string tying you two together.
dean winchester who has loved you since that fateful day of your true meeting. he had always believed himself to be unlovable, definitely a good fuck but never loveable. but you, my darling you loved him like it was breathing and thats what he craved. he didnt like to admit it but he loved that you loved him, he felt at peace with you and thats what he needed even if he never wanted to admit it.
dean winchester will always love you, because you saw his flaws and still got with him and he could never repay you for the love you showed and gave him.
#libby lectures#not my usual content#not my usual stuff#dean winchester#dean x reader#supernatural#supernatrual#sam winchester
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i'm not really in the COD fandom, but i can respect when a fictional man is hot, SOOOO
simon riley and an S/O that is his superior
new recruits are always like
"dood, do u not feel like a cuck?!?!?! they're litewally sow much coower than youw!"
DOLL? in love with u <3
Simon and yours relationship tended to be private, the idea of having the whole task force knowing every nook and cranny of yours relationship. not good.
a few recruits had found out (somehow??) and were being their usual incredibly annoying selves.
‘cmon ghost, just admit it that you feel like a cuck, shes got so much more power than you.’ a new recruit who had only been here for a week actually was telling ghost. his hand resting on ghosts solider as he spoke with that sarcastic tone.
ghost pried his hands off of him. ‘not at all, my girl deserves it,’ he tells the recruits before leaving to find you.
you were in your barracks, instantly clinging to ghost, needing some comfort after you tiring day. well maybe you had more power but damn did you turn to putty in simons arms after a day of work.
#libby lectures#simon ghost x reader#ghost call of duty#ghost mw2#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost cod#ghost#cod 141#cod x reader#cod mwii#cod mw3#cod modern warfare#cod#cod mw2
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HEAR ME OUT NOW
reader being all bratty to schlatt durring the fishing trip and he has to fuck the attitude out of her
im sorry ill go to the church to pray my sins away
him already pissed off with the lack of fish and you just being bratty? BRO IS FUCKING YOU HARD HE IS PUTTING U IN UR PLACE!!
youre so real for this
#jschlatt#jschlatt x reader#schlatt x reader#schlatt#x reader#x you#jschlatt x you#schlatt x you#jschlatt x y/n#libby lectures
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guys u can send me asks, and messages. i dont bite. and i miss u guys 😔
#jschlatt#jschlatt x reader#schlatt x reader#libby lectures#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#azriel acotar#lucien acotar#a court of thorns and roses#cod 141
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a/n-> guys i love darts
it was the end of the week, you and your pals had headed to the pub for a drink and a round of darts. it was the simple things in life. you went and got your first round of drinks for everyone bringing the tray to the table.
just as you placed it down some of the local army men came in, they were in dark clothing. the base was around the corner so it wasnt unusual to see them.
your two friends were playing the first round of darts, they werent bad scores neither were they good. the army lads had got themselves set up next to you guys on the other dart board in the place.
you were sipping on your drink of choice as one of the guys came up to you, he had a haircut that half resembled a mohawk, pretty blue eyes and a smirk.
he came and stood by you, ‘im johnny,’ he tells you.
‘y/n’ you smiled trying to be sincere.
‘enjoying the darts?’ he asks you making small talk.
‘yeah actually, i love it.’ you answered.
you heard a gruff voice calling out for johnny. ‘leave the girl alone.’ it was the one with the skull balaclava, his clothing entirely dark and when you took him in he was incredibly tall atleast six foot four.
johnny must of took notice to your staring. ‘thats ghost,’ he smiles his head working up something ridiculous no doubt. ‘y/n here wants a game with you!’
what.
you turned to johnny giving the man you just met a death glare resulting in him giggling. ghost didnt look to keen but johnny had said it now. you huffed as you picked up some darts. ‘so what are we playing?’ you ask the gruff man. he looks down at you.
‘501, double to start and finish,’ he tells you blankly. ‘you start.’
you stood at the little line throwing the metal dart first. it was so ever close to the double, your next dart reaching it. then the third flew effortlessly into the treble twenty.
simon took note of how quickly you began and he went. the two of yours game going on with some witty banter. at this point the two of your friend groups were watching the two of you. You were both at sixteen trying to get the double eight.
he missed, so very clearly on purpose. ‘you missed on purpose,’ you tell him before throwing your darts.
‘how about i buy you a drink to make up for it?’ ghost offers.
#libby lectures#simon ghost x reader#ghost call of duty#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#simon riley#cod 141#cod x reader#cod mwii#soap cod#cod mw3#cod modern warfare#cod#cod mw2
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a/n-> i never write for my man anymore, i hope u enjoy this as much as i did writing it <3
you have grown up in the palace walls, you knew them like the back of your hand. you werent a princess per se but more of a business opportunity. your father had worked as high lord berons leading commander; he had commanded armies stronger than most, made legacies that most would dream of but he had a daughter. from the beginning; you were classed as a disappointment.
you were lucky that lady of the autumn had fallen pregnant with berons first heir the same year as your mother. she gave birth to the sweet auburn haired boy a few days before your birth.
your father had told his fateful friend and high lord of the autumn court about his disappointment. an offer was proposed; he gave you away to beron, you to grow up in the palace and become the ideal wife for his son and heir, and your father would be given riches of anything he chose.
it was a deal your father had made without your mothers knowledge, your father: the liar, the equivocator, the deciver, had told her that you had passed in your sleep; off to a better place. being newly born and medicine not too evolved she didnt question it. you did afterall get taken to a better place: one of riches, castles, balls but no family to call your own.
growing up was a rough experience. you were treated like royalty but constantly told that you were just to be a wife. not even allowing you to reach the full potential you so desperately wanted to do.
you werent allowed to see eris. a glimpse of him in hallways and at balls but the two of you lived two different lives. yours was spent in the library with your handmaiden as she teaches you how to be prim and proper while eris was in the woods being a boy as he grew into maturity.
eris knew of the offer since he could understand what was happening, at fifteen he finally got all the answers when previously he would ask who you were and why you were there, these would be been shut down.
he wanted to see you of course, he wanted to get to know you, see your personality but all he had was what his handmaiden would tell him. if his father knew that he was so keen to ask the maids what was happening he would forbid the maids even looking at him unless strictly asked.
you didnt get told until you were ready. you were everything they wanted, anglelic, beautiful and quiet. they didnt want you getting too opinionated and putting ideas into eris’ head. your purpose was to be a trophy for him, to flaunt, to use.
you were sat in the study during this, your knees crossed over gently, your hands placed on your knees. lady of autumn sat telling you; she always had a warm smile, her hair pinned back with the occasional gray hair filtered through. fae ageing was truly magical.
your eyes wandered out of the window, it was inevitable. the views always had you so invested. lady continued to speak to you in her ever so soft voice as you looked out the window.
eris.
he was there, his hair in its usual swoop, the auburn shades merging to become a beautiful copper ombre. you looked down at him, his ghost hound almost the size of him; the rarest pups in pyrthian. he caught your eye, they were hazel, they carried intimidation and stress but melted to nothing when he finally caught your eye.
you turned your attention back to lady autumn. ‘so is that okay dear?’ she murmurs asking to see if you would be happy with a marriage with the heir to the autumn court throne.
‘that will be perfect.’
#libby lectures#high lord eris#eris x you#eris vandaddy#eris vanserra#eris x reader#eris acotar#acofas#acomaf#acosf#acowar#acotar#a court of silver flames#a court of frost and starlight#a court of wings and ruin#a court of mist and fury#a court of thorns and roses#arranged marriage
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my wonderful bestie gave me this idea <3 || long post + angsty
being a solider in the force had it perks, you got to say you were a solider, you were thanked for everything you did and you got to serve your country. however it was when you got told this mission wasn’t going to be a good one.
you sat at the pre-mission briefing, a clip board in your hand of all the details. price telling the force what were to happen and how it was to happen; he always had everything meticulously planned. you rested your head into your palm. these briefs were long, excruciatingly detailed and exhausting; hearing every possible mistake that could be made and how to avoid it was never a positive of working with the team but you had to suck it up.
you looked around the room, ghost was paying attention, he had to, he was always so aware of what everyone was doing he was probably already planning what each of you would do in tomorrows mission.
soap was paying attention, his fingers flicking the pen between them, he could never truly sit still even after all this time. he had to be doing something he was like an eager puppy waiting for the go sign.
gaz however had his eyes pinned to price, he was always all or nothing. you liked gaz for that aspect with the friendship the two of you formed he was always a hundred percent into it.
this briefing seemed to go on for longer than usual, it was a sucide mission. it hadn't been directly disclosed but it was, it was like the kamikaze. you didn’t really know how to feel about this, you had no choice you were to fight your best and make it out alive even if there was a slim chance that all five of you would.
the mission was tomorrow morning and you knew ghost would be down your throat with every move you made. even if he was somewhat the unofficial boss of you, he made it clear that he didn’t like you around. he made it quite obvious he found you a nuisance and that the force was better off without you.
at first when he’d say these things it got to you; why wouldn’t they. he was horrible, it was in his nature. you got told over and over again to ignore his nit picking but when it went from calling you a nuisance to telling you every little thing you were doing wrong; it had you uneasy around him. always trying to gain some positive attention from him that you never got. you eventually stopped and that’s when it was bitter between you.
you headed to your barrack that night, thinking of the mission ahead. normally you’d never overthink about them like this but how could you not, it was a suicide mission. how could you do this if you didn’t trust one of your teammates.
it took a lot for you to fall asleep that night; and when you finally did, it was harsh, full of nightmares of the past lives that you had seen been taken. this job wasn’t for the faint of heart, it was for the people who could take the pressure; and you could.
waking up the next morning you got dressed and prepared for the day instantly, you had no time to loose. you were on the plane there in almost fourty five minutes.
you took note of everyone’s appearances, everyone knew that today was not a lucky mission. you however stayed strong, you weren’t going to be the one to mess it up, not this time.
getting onto the ground it was worse than anticipated. even ghost looked a little overwhelmed about it all. the five of you began filtering into the buildings and starting your attacks, you had of course been put with ghost he had called you ‘a liability if left alone’.
‘it’s not looking good,’ you tell him, your sniper held up close, you’ve never felt pressure this tremendous before. your heart thumping in your chest, the silence was deathly, anything could pop up right now.
‘I know it’s not sergeant,’ he spits at you, ghost never referred to you as your name, the one time he did it was like he was spitting out poison.
The two of you started running, gaz had got caught in a battle between a few of the opposing, price was shouting through the comms, an anxiety laced throughout his voice.
the two of you got to gaz, he looked just as nervous when you got there. he had a scratch on his leg, getting caught but he managed to get out; it didn’t look good though, black stone and rubble already making it into the wound, the worse it looked.
‘price we need to stand down,’ ghost tells him through the comms feeling pissed that gaz had already been injured like this. it wasn’t as fatal as it could possibly be but it didn’t look good either.
‘fine, get them on the plane,’ price says, his voice a faint buzz in your ear piece.
gaz could barely walk as ghost through him over his shoulder, beginning to jog to the plane with you fatefully behind.
he had got gaz on the plane as you saw the enemy opposing. you pulled your sniper up to defend, you weren’t quick enough.
you woke up in hospital four days later, a gun wound to your thigh, a pain like no other. you opened your eyes looking around the room, cards and flowers from people you never even spoke to before but it must of been fatal at the time. to your left ghost was there. he sat in the chair, head in his hands.
‘what are you doin’ here?’ you mumble your body’s exhaustion hitting you hard.
ghost stood up, walking over to the bed his mask in his hands, looking up at him his face scarred and teary. you had never seen him without the mask. his blonde hair spiky from being in his hands. ‘thought you’d never make it.’
‘well i’m ‘ere,’ you mutter, your leg in agony from the surgery. he lets out a dry chuckle at this.
you were so confused, he hated you more than anything else and yet here he was? ‘you hate me,’ you tell him, ‘and your ‘ere.’
he didn’t really have an excuse on why he hated you, you were everything he wasn’t and that’s why he loved you. even simon himself didn’t know what exactly he felt for you but seeing you always so happy and so full of life. it was something he could never comprehend. but when you were around him he felt like everything felt right and that was something he couldn’t allow himself to feel.
‘I really don’t know,’ he grumbles.
‘is this gonna be a love confession?’ you ask tiredly, it always happened in the movies.
‘thanks you saved me the time,’ he says with the same familiar dry chuckle. simon crouched down to your level. ‘I don’t know why I hated you, because I didn’t. I love you.’
‘you love me?’ shocked wasn’t even the right word to describe how you were feeling.
‘along those lines, what you did out there was brave, and stupid.’ he says with a half smirk.
‘don’t just gloss over it, you love me,’ you say, maybe the drugs they had been pumping into your body during your little coma was kicking in.
‘I do, is that what you wanna hear?’ this was why he fell in love with you.
‘yes,’ you smiled.
#libby lectures#angst?#angst#simon riley x you#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley#simon ghost riley#ghost call of duty#ghost x reader#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost#cod 141#cod price#cod x reader#cod mwii#soap cod#cod mw3#cod modern warfare#cod#cod mw2
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it was nearing midnight as you sat on the back porch, eris had been in his office working per usual. it was beginning to become apparent that his work was more important than you; well it felt like it. one of his dozen ghost hounds sat on your feet; keeping them toasty.
a full moon sat in the night sky, the hues of black and blue were beautiful; the sky was truly magical. your knees pulled to your chest; resting your head on them.
‘you shouldn’t be out here in the cold, you’ll get ill,’ eris grumbles sitting down next to you.
‘shouldn’t you be in your office working,’ you say in the same tone.
‘you know it’s not like that.’
‘feels like it,’ your voice rough with frustration. every night it was a battle for him to come to bed and spend some time with you and tonight you really couldn’t be bothered.
‘it’s just busy at the moment,’ he snaps, eris’ voice is low and husky as he takes some breaths trying to calm himself down. he never liked when you two would have small disputes. ‘dont blame me.’
‘i’ll blame you if I want to. for the past month you haven’t came to bed until it’s nearing midnight and that’s when i’m asking you to. if you aren’t happy with me tell me!’ you ranted to him. you had felt so frustrated and it seemed to always be what the two of you’d argue about.
‘i’m going on a walk,’ he tells you standing up, with a click of his fingers, the ghost hound was following him as he walked into the forest.
once he was far enough away you rubbed your face, rubbing away the sleep. were you too harsh? was it what was needed to be said?
eris on the other hand felt terrible. he knew he hadn’t of been too doting on you recently but he didn’t think it had been a month. the work had just been piling up on him. he clicked his tongue as he walked throughout the woods, the pup walking by his side, almost two thirds of the size of eris.
you headed to bed, maybe some sleep will do the trick, the two of yours arguments never lasted long. as you headed to bed, eris made his way home to the forest house.
he trailed into the bedroom, eyes half lidded. you were there in bed, asleep; so peaceful, you always were when asleep. he took off his shoes as he got into the bed. moving close to you, putting his arm around your waist. ‘i’m sorry,’ he mutters.
‘I know,’ you murmur. eris was a little shocked, he had thought you were asleep. ‘sorry for snapping.’ you felt better for saying sorry because you did mean it, you got angry and jumped to shouting.
‘i’ll do better, I promise,’ you trusted that, you always trusted eris, if he promised; he would do it.
#libby lectures#high lord eris#eris vandaddy#eris vanserra#eris acotar#eris x reader#eris x you#acotar#acomaf#acowar#acofas#acosf#a court of thorns and roses#a court of mist and fury#a court of silver flames#a court of frost and starlight#a court of wings and ruin
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part one to this <3
after a while the both of you had each others routines down to a t. especially ghosts, his was the same every morning, it made him the most disciplined solider after all but seeing it in person it made sense. he’d wake at four thirty am, workout for an hour then shower before getting ready for the day at five, thirty three.
as much as he had a perfect routine, the two of yous didn’t really talk in the morning, just wanting a bit of peace for the chaos which is base.
in the evenings however that’s when the two of you start to somewhat form a relationship, nothing major but something was blooming between you two. going from small talk to talking about what animal you’d be if you were an animal.
he enjoyed it, it was different from say soap because you got simon in a way he didn’t think anyone could. heck he even let you call him simon.
it took months for him to see you as more than just his roommate, the guys were going out to the pub for the friday night boredom.
you got dressed in your pretty little skirt and shirt, showing off your cleavage a little, placing some makeup on your face. this was the first time you had left base since joining. you were a busy person; what could you say.
Simon had opted for getting ready in the bedroom as you got ready in the en suite. ‘cmon hurry up, soaps whinin’’ he tells you knocking on the door softly making sure you aren’t dead in there.
you opened the door with a pretty little smile. a smirk placing upon simon’s face. he got to see you in your usual attire and this. this was what made him realise how truly beautiful you were. you had always been a pretty girl but when you’re not covered in some man’s blood or mud you looked better.
at first roommates seemed ridiculous but maybe this would work in simon’s favour.
#libby lectures#simon ghost x reader#ghost call of duty#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#simon riley#call of duty#cod 141#cod x reader#cod mwii#cod mw3#cod modern warfare#cod#cod mw2
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simon when he catches you with a cigarette, it’s placed between your two fingers as you hold it. taking long drags from the familiar stick. ‘not good f’you,’ he tells you as if he’s all high and mighty with his little addiction.
‘really wanna go there?’ you questioned taking another drag, letting the smoke build up in your lungs. ghost walked over standing next to you taking the cigarette from your fingers, pulling his mask up to his nose. his scarred lip appearing as he placing the cigarette to his lips, taking a long drag. his eyes were piercing yours as he did it.
‘touché.’ he mutters placing the cigarette back into your hand as you exhale the smoke that once remained in your lungs. he copies you, releasing his smoke, the cloud leaving its smell as it leaves.
‘when d’you start?’ he grumbles, pulling out his own cigarette, placing it between his lips; grabbing a dark lighter as he lit it between his fingers.
‘few months ago,’ you tell him taking your final drag from the cigarette. stepping the cig out under your shoe into the floor. ‘bad habit,’ atleast you were self aware.
‘it is,’ he countered feeling it, it was something you hated but it was hard to quit. ‘how about,’ ghost had always been a bargaining man, he’d bargained with death itself he needed be. ‘you quit, I quit.’
this perked your interest, he had been smoking since the day you joined the force, a few years ago. ‘deal,’ there was no thought about it, if he could do it, you could certainly do it.
#libby lectures#mentions of cigarettes and addiction !!#simon ghost x reader#ghost call of duty#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost#simon riley#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#cod 141#cod x reader#cod mwii#cod mw3#cod modern warfare#cod#cod mw2
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I saw a situation of this on c!ai so creds @/hisbiggestfxn
you had been recruited to the task force, shown to your room by price. you trailed into the room following price as he nodded to your presumed new roommate. ‘ghost, this is y/n do your best to make her feel comfortable,’ he mutters a little unsure himself if he could trust ghost to do that.
ghost nodded as you threw your duffle bag onto the bed opposite his. the barracks room being just about big enough for two beds, two wardrobes and a small walkway between the beds. the en-suite being tucked away into the corner of the room, the room screamed compact.
price left the two of you in the room; you opened the zipper of your bag and began taking out your clothes. you placed them on your bed, avoiding eye contact with ghost. he was lay on his bed, his head resting against the headboard a cigarette lazily smoking from his lips.
‘quiet, aren’t ya rookie,’ he mutters to you, the way you were yet to say anything to him was some what amusing.
‘nothing to say,’ you tell him in response, putting your clothes in the wardrobe. you didn’t look at him while you did but you smelt the smoke from his cigarette, an all too familiar scent.
‘true,’ he mutters ‘gonna tell me your name?’ he asks.
‘y/n l/n” you tell him, you chose to just tell him, keep the conversation to a minimum that was how you was instructed. he knew this, you could tell he could see through you the way his eyes traced your figure, every curve, dent and bump.
‘i’m not like the rumours,’ he tells you in a gruff, clarifying himself.
‘good to know,’ you tell him, what else could you say to that. you believed him, he may had alot of rumours but everyone could confirm he told the truth. this may not be the best situation but you were gonna make sure it wasn’t the worse either.
part two <3
#simon ghost x reader#ghost call of duty#ghost x reader#simon ghost riley#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost#simon riley#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#cod 141#cod x reader#cod mwii#cod mw3#cod modern warfare#cod#cod mw2#call of duty
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when ghost came back from deployment he had just got paid and of course wanted to treat his darling wifey. he took you to the mall and you began shopping picking out some clothes before finding some adorable flared jeans. you picked them in your size before heading to the dressing room with simon trailing behind, two bags in hand.
you pulled on the flared jeans they only got to your thighs. you pulled them off checking the label it was your size.. they just didn’t fit. you tried again and it only got to a quarter over your ass.
‘eveythin’ okay in there?’ simon asks through the curtain he kept shut for you. not trusting it.
‘no…’ you admitted, a little bit of frustration growing.
he opened the curtain and walked in before shutting the curtain. he looked down seeing how it didn’t go. ‘they don’t fit,’ you tell him looking up with glassy eyes. you were always this size, yeah maybe you put on some christmas weight but still you never went up.
‘so? get ya the bigger one, no big deal,’ he tells you as if it was nothing. because it was nothing, just some overthinking and stressing. si left and got you the bigger size before returning. he handed you the new trousers before putting the new ones on.
‘they fit?’ he asks in a mutter, you were never to keen on everyone knowing your business. he came in to the little dresser seeing them. he had a half smirk at the way the jeans fit your ass, your curves looked great. ‘see no big deal,’ he smiles at you.
you smiled, it was no big deal it was a pair of jeans and so what if you got the bigger size? you looked stunning and you always look stunning.
#jj talks#cod 141#cod x reader#cod mwii#cod mw3#ghost cod#cod modern warfare#cod#cod mw2#simon ghost x reader#ghost x reader#ghost call of duty#simon ghost riley#ghost mw2#ghost#simon riley x you#simon riley x reader#simon riley
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