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[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

hey, i was wondering if you’ll continue “shades of red”? i’ve been waiting for and checking your account for months for part four😭

HELLO!!!

it's been a LONG TIME and I am so sorry for going missing and not leaving even a NOTE to explain to you guys, but, I was going through some tough times in the past months and was indeed, away from my tumblr, my fics and consequently, from shades of red!!! I won't get into details but I assure time heals everything and has been helping me in dealing with my problems, and giving me more free time & a clear head to write again.

And I'm not gonna lie, I am not so close to finishing the next chapter but I intend on posting it within the next days. Yay!!!! finally back!!! 🩷 so anon, if you'd like to be updated when I post the next chapter, you can comment on this post if you feel comfortable so I put you on the taglist!

Anyone else who'd like to, I'd be pleased to add 🩷

I am once again sorry for my disappearence but glad I'm back!

xx 🥰

#ghost cod #simon ghost x reader

[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

MY DEAR JESUS CHRIST

[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

him and his slutty ass walk😭

[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

we as a society don't talk enough abt how ghost is canonically like. actually cocky. sure i think he's a lil insecure man at heart but also "are you ugly?" "quite the opposite" let him be a flirt sometimes. angst is fun but also. he can be a lil cocky. he likes his stupid lil dad jokes. he doesn't take himself That Seriously in the grand scheme of things. i love him

[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

-Dip

summary: gaz don’t agree with your taste in food, and you don’t agree with his too.

category: is it fluff..? idk 🕴 imma post this in advance, cause part 2 of Nintendo will be very much heart torturing :)

Pairing: soap x reader x gaz (.. 📸4K )

Note: @anna-banana27 idk I just wanted to ping you, thank you love for helping me out w this fic 😭..

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“You are absolu’ley disgustang” Kyle playfully throws a spoon at you, disturbed and shocked.

“yer need t’ get checked” soap points his finger to his head.

Confused, looking up at them. Why do they have to annoy you now off all times, why can’t they leave you enjoying your meal in peace?

You ignore them like always, and continue on eating your meal, enjoying every last bite of it.

But they don’t move, not even blink, just stare at you in pure terror.

“WHAT” you yelled.

“no way, you eat’in fries with ice cream mate”. Kyle covers his mouth with his hand and gasps.

“yer need help—” scot fakes a gag

You stare at them for a while, a lonnng while, then pick up your a frie dipping it in sweet vanilla ice cream, and eat it, unbothered by their comments and horrid expressions.

“How are you human?” Kyle won’t stop

“I know the person who eats chips with Chinese food isn’t talking right now” you snapped.

Soap is laughing, turns to face gaz “Yeah mate how do y—“ you cut off soap.

“Tsk tsk tsk, you don’t talk” you point at him with a fry.

“You eat something called haggis” you shake your head.

“But it’s good—“

“no it’s not” you and Kyle, both reply at the same time.

Kyle tries again and goes off about how you can’t dip fries into ice cream, he compares it to pineapple pizza how fruits don’t belong on pizza.

But food is food.. and Kyle doesn’t get to set up rules.

A memory clouds in your head, of that one time you had mentioned to the team that you eat food with your hand, used it as a utensil. Never had the privilege of being picky about ‘what type shiny metal shall I use to eat today’

And even then Kyle face twisted in.. disgust..?

“Mate- ughhh you use your fingernails to eat?”

“No.” you scoffed “hands. I use my fucking hands”

“…I’m never eating with you again”

He ruined your moment that day, so you won’t allow him the pleasure of ruining it now because of cultural differences.

—

you shush him and quietly motion for him to get closer with a ‘come here’ motion

And he does

You motion at him again

He gets even closer, so close.

You whisper into his ears “you add lemon.. to your tea to ‘spice’ it Kyle..”

“.. but it taste weird if I-“

“no.” You continue “you don’t know how to enjoy your food, so let me enjoy mine”

you see price and ghost chuckling in the corner of your eyes.

“you want to join in too lads?”

“No thank you ma’am”

Price raises his hands up surrendering while walking backwards, ghost follows.

After that, the guys never judged your taste in food.

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[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

you ever been excited to put a certain hair on your fav sim but it just looks dumb as fuck on them 😭

[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

-Nintendo

gazfest @glitterypirateduck

summary: you tell gaz to buy your son a gadget he really wants :)

Warnings: the mention of death, angst, gaz being husband material.

Prompt: ‘Then do it.’

Word count: idk..

note : Hello lovelies, is my first ever fic.. please be nice 😅 I just got into writing fanfic and writing in general.. and I’m not the best writer out there but I really hope you like this :)

side note : big thank you for glitter for creating this fest, and my bestie Anna for being such a big supporter <3 I love you girly so much

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home after a long mission had ended, the scented candle still lingers in the air and the smell of gaz perfume near you strong.

You needed this rest, both of you did. Returning home was a reward, like an awaiting child yearning for a cookie jar treasure after being on their best behavior.

Returning home, not only for the rest but also.. to see your baby boy.

that has been shaking you awake for the past hour but you keep drifting off to dreamland..

The tender touch of your baby’s hand, a gentle beckoning

“Maaammaaa” a smack to your eyelid

Okay.. maybe not a gentle beckoning anymore..

His voice sweet and tender, unnoticed by the dangers of the world, still innocent.

“Mmmaaamma wakkke up” another smack.

“Ouuh” you grab his wrist “don’t smack your mother, young man” you scolded

How you missed these days when all you could hear was your baby’s rants and tantrums, to other parents those were hell bound days but to you?

The sound of heaven on earth. how through them you could escape the scenes that has been well engraved into your memory, bound to even die and to be buried with you, to enjoy a moment of peace not quiet but.. peace

be present, in the moment with your son and may I add gorgeous ass husband.

“let her sleep”. Kyle voice tired and taut, “Mama is awake cause of your yellin-“

he jumps on top of you knocking the air out of your lungs with a innocent smile on his face.

“Hey- don’t do that to your mother” Kyle chuckled, and tried to push your son away.

“Yeah laugh why don’t you”. You scoffed

“Mama-“ he continued ignoring both of his parents “Micheal at school has a Nintendo”

his tiny hands grabbing your face shaking it awake

“I want one too” his voice cried eagerly “I want one mama”

the drift of sleep knocked out of you, getting up to hold your son and tickle him hearing him laugh and giggle.. how you missed home.

“What you get for attacking me young man”

“mama I want onnneee” he cried

“I don’t know buddy, your grades have been down recently”. Kyle imparted.

“I got a A in english” your son chirped back, holding a piece of paper with a big A on it.

this exact moment, was a memory that you hoped would never fade away. You treasured it so much,

the three of you in bed, laughing, in bliss and comforted by each other warmth.

A memory never to fade, to always be remembered.

That’s why even in your dying moment, you remembered it.

‘Kyle…’ a burst of energy hit you at once, you grab his hands, squeezing it.

“I’m right here baby”. He’s crying, tears running down his beautiful face..

“Baby… get him-“ you cough on blood, where did it come from? you didn’t even want to know “get him.. a Nintendo.. h- he wanted.. one”

“Then do it.” He frowned “he asked you, not me”

“I can’t-“

“You will” he yelled back at you “you will, you hear me baby?”

You look down to find crimson gushing out of you, the essence of life seeping away.

trying to apply pressure just to realize your hands are rigid.. you really are dying

“Stay still” gaz wrapped a bandage around your wound “I’ll make it better”

“…Kyle” you winced in pain.

“Where does it hurt baby ?” he asks “huh? I’ll make it better”

He’s stuttering, repeating words.. he’s nervous, trembling whispers, hesitates and cautious in each action he takes.

did it have to end like this..?

“buy it… for him Kyle” the image of your son smiling at his newly game has you smiling as well

“Make him happy..”

‘He likes it better when it’s his mom’ Kyle kissed your temple. “I’ll get you home dont worry”

‘Kyle…’ you whispered, hand reaching for his face

‘Love’ he leans into your touch.

‘Kyle.. kiss him for me’ you coughed on blood, vision blurs within each second, you had to say goodbye.. soon

a selfish longing clings, hoping this reality is nothing but a dream, a nightmare you’ll wake up from.

‘You kiss him’ he held your hand.

‘He got a.. A+ in.. on of his subjects’ you looked around at the other dead bodies.. so many people died on this mission.. so many families traumatized..

and now it was your turn too.. your son.. your husband

‘Yeah, our little genius he is’. He kissed your palm

‘Kyle..?’ You cried.. your wounds aren’t painful anymore.

‘Yes love’ he sobbed in silence

‘Don’t make him cry… too much..’ you leaned on his shoulders

hearts intertwined, he held you close, cherishing a final embrace, a bittersweet farewell.

‘Kyle…’ you moaned in pain

gaz wrapped his arms around you, sobbing silently on your shoulder.

“I’m sorry…”you turned to face him.. “I love y-..”

“Don’t.” He warned “this isn’t the end”

“No?” Vision blurry, a shadow veil appears

“No..”

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[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

hi!! i was wondering if you’re going to continue “Shades of Red”? because it’s been a while since you last posted, i got a lil curious 😭

i love that story A LOT btw it’s like my fav fanfic 😍😍

anyways, take your time, love you💓

Hello anon!! thank you so muchhh it makes my heart very warm to know you like my writing and Shades of Red ♥️♥️♥️ knowing that one of my works is someone's favorite fanfic makes me wanna AWRRGDGDHDH of happiness 🥺🥺

And, yes! I will absolutely continue and am already working on the next chapter! These past few weeks have been tough and I didn't get as much time as I'd like to write but I absolutely did not abandon Shades of Red, and I have much more to come! thank you so much for the love & comprehension ❤️❤️❤️ x!

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Hey. So I know a lot of people are giving up writing because they don't get interaction on their fanfics or original posts

This is me asking you not to give up. I know I'm just one woman but I'm trying to help tumblr with my various support blogs. I'm trying to get tumblr's writeblr community thriving again.

Please don't give up. Your work is amazing, it is valued. You made it, that's amazing. Please just keep your head held high

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RDR2: Chapter 2

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a face card that NEVER declines

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agree w/ everything. I love imagining stuff and talking about how I see or envision a character and I try to keep my writing accurate but would never judge anyone for thinking differently; reading & enjoying someone's work is optional but respect is mandatory especially when we're talking about a scenario where many people tend to be aggressive and overcritical of stuff that's been made entirely free & with love for our entertainment. fanfic is free culture we gotta respect and support each others!!!

I will briefly rant about this because I’ve seen many posts about this.

Something that really really annoys me even with tumblr users is how easily angry and defensive they get over silly little things about a characters behaviour/demeanour etc. where they IMMEDIATELY jump and get aggressive to say “that’s not how they act at all!!! you’re wrong!!” like yes , sure that’s not how the character actually is but that’s the WHOLE point of fan fiction. It is literally fiction made by the fans. So yes, sure, the depiction of the character might be is something way out of the true reality of how the character is but that’s the whole point of fiction in general. Shits made up. This app is meant for everyone to freely express themselves and have fun.

I promise you it’s not that serious ❤️

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I lay in bed at night and think GOD PLEASE WHY CAN'T I FUCKING RIDE THIS MANNNNNNNNNNNNN is it TOO MUCH FOR A WOMAN TO ASK FOR A VERY SPECIFIC 3D DICK

[2/3] Render inspired by @Bat_Ghost !

#best ghost renders #HOT #I WANT HIM

[ghostsvacuumcleaner]

Hello! i was wondering if you could write me a req bc i saw your reqs r open (bc I ✨respectfully✨ suck booty at writing)

basically, reader made friends with Ghost while working together on deployment, and became friends, they hang out sometimes bc they live kinda close, blah blah blah. then, Ghost doesn't hear from reader in months (which isn't normal, bc they text like once a month, just to make sure one another is okay when they can). then, one day, in the middle of a meeting Ghost gets a call from an unfamiliar number and almost ignores it until he sees that the area code is the one reader lives in, so he decides to answer it. boom, guess what? the reader is in the hospital, sustained r/srs injuries, and is in need of emergency surgery, and the reader made Ghost the emergency contact (lets also say they traded dog tags bc fluff?)

homie gets all sad bc Reader might die and is in a mini coma, blah blah blah, realized he r in love w the reader, and uh

you can decide whether or not the reader dies and what happens next

i fr scream YIPEEE when i saw your req open, i adore your writing, like top tear, makes me cry but laugh and scream bc how are you so good?! srs, im so jelly of your writing! okay anyways, hope you have a lovely day, you dont have to do this is you dont want or if im jus a silly fucker and mis read and your reqs r closed or sum

Hellloooo! Thank you SO MUCH for the beautiful compliments and for this request <3 I loved it so much I started writing the day you sent it to me. But since it's very emotionally charged, it took me a little while to finish and I'm sorry bout that, and I rly hope you're still around and eager to read it!!! Well, there it is, my take on ur req, hope you like it.

Take me back (to the night we met) | Simon "Ghost" Riley x f!reader

✦Word count: 2.1k ✦ Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley xf!reader ✦Summary: Simon gets a call from the hospital saying that you are hospitalized, in a coma and in great life risk. ✦ TW and general warnings: sensitive topics, lots of angst, fluff though, death implications, open ending, sad af read at ur own risks cuz i'm crying in my room rn;

I had all and then most of you Some and now none of you Take me back to the night we met

“Johnny and I make our entrances fast. I clear the way, he goes front, three of you get in by the back and we surround the site to get enough space for the hostages to come out. Any questions?” Ghost asks sternly, as is the usual of his tone especially coming down to work. He was being brutally professional at the moment - if there was rather a sign of an existing Simon, it was gone the moment he got inside the briefing room. Silence follows for the next seconds while the crew seems to be pondering over what he said, analyzing the map over the big round table sticking to the center of the room.

As it is expected, no questions. He nods with his head assuming by the silence that they’re all understood.

“Our orders are to neutralize any individual we find on the site whose face doesn’t match with our hostages, which means we do it fast before they get the chance to call for reinforcements. We don’t wanna make a mess out of this.” Price then continues his own talking, marking X’s over the tactic map and giving the next orders to every one of them. It is when Gaz opens his mouth to say something, that Simon’s phone rings for the third time in a row. He curses mentally - he muted his phone the first time; now, it was vibrating in his pocket. Awkwardly, the vibration itself is heard by everyone in the room and they turn their eyes on him almost instantly.

“Hell.” He curses out in a low voice before shaking his head. “My apologies, Captain.” His voice tries its best not to come out too annoyed, but he fails and it does; despite the timing being inconvenient, no one seems to be bothered. Johnny furrows his brows in concern, and looks over at Price, who seems to have the same, perhaps even more intense, look on his face.

Ghost mentions to pull out and turn off his phone once again, but Price is quick to intervene.

“Riley.” He crosses his arms over his chest. “Third time in a row; seems like somethin’ serious, get out and pick up.” He states comprehensively.

Despite being slightly reluctant, Ghost agrees - it must be something serious. What, he couldn't come to imagine - but if for a moment in his life he had something close to a hunch, it was now, and it said he should take that call.

“Alright, one minute. Move on without me.” He nods and leaves the room, phone in hand and a worried sigh leaving his nostrils. When the door closes behind him and he walks a bit further down the hallway, he picks up.

“Yes?”

“Is this Lieutenant Simon Riley?” A feminine voice asks from the other side. Sounds in the background, beeps and small, muffled voices.

“Affirmative, who’s this?” He frowns.

“This is from the Special Forces Manchester Hospital, are you familiar with the name- hmm…” She seems to be taking a couple seconds to read, and continues saying your name. 

He freezes in place.

How long has it been since he last heard this name? How long has it been since you vanished like thin air, disappeared, stopped calling or answering? Busy. That’s what he thought. Busy with work, busy with anything. The two of you had always been two busy people, in a desperate need for time.

For a moment, in those torturous seconds of silence, Simon found himself praying to a God he wasn't even sure he believed in, that this nurse wouldn't tell him you’re dead.

“Yes.” It’s all he manages to say, with his eyes running down to the ground in a dead stare. Dead eyes. He gulps, after the despair in his chest makes him speak once again, “Why?”

“Well- sir, you’re her emergency number, we’re calling because we couldn’t manage any family members… She’s in a coma. She was severely injured in combat, and [...]”

His heart stops, like it never did before. He doesn't react, his eyes look around as if he's searching for something - as if searching for his own reaction hidden somewhere within that empty hallway. The weight of your dog tag around his neck seems to be suffocating him now. 

To his silence, the woman continues.

“[...] it’s… currently sort of impossible to predict her state within the next few days, she’s fighting but struggling lots; can you come over?” 

“Yes.” He sharply replies, immediately. His eyes are still on the ground as he closes his eyes, and nods. “I’ll be on my way, yes.” 

“Good.” She replies, and he turns off.

For a moment, he stops to breathe; Ghost wipes his hand over his mouth in a somewhat guilty expression, he should have reached for you. He should have reached you the instant he missed you, your calls. 

“Hell…” He shuts his eyes for a moment, his heart stings like he’s poisoned, it hurts - some sort of pain he swears to god, he probably never felt before. Not when he lost his training dog, nor when he lost friends before - maybe because there were always a lingering possibility between the two of you. It was nothing but a friendship, never had been - but every word, every phrase was full of underlines of sentiment, an immense desire to reveal his interior and spit out the fears he refused to speak about to anyone else.

It's the possibility that kills him now. Even after all this time, not for a second did you cease to exist in his troubled and saddened mind. Suppressed by all the worries and feelings he thought were more important than you.

Not for a moment did he stop thinking about that pleasant end to his career, the retirement he knew he deserved, a house at least isolated from the rest of the world with trees and streams, the snow falling when winter comes and the sun scorching the land. land when summer finally arrived. You, on the front porch. 

You.  You.

When the night was full of terrors And your eyes were filled with tears When you had not touched me yet Oh, take me back to the night we met

You were leaning back on the sofa, your legs stretched out by the small table that marked the space between you and the balcony railing of his apartment.

The rain fell calmly, some thunder, but few drops. The sound of them falling against the roofs of the houses below the level where you were was echoing in your ears, and he seemed busy drawing patterns among the heavy clouds that covered the sky. 

He gave up trying to find any stars in that rainy sky and found comfort in finding your eyes instead. They were already watching him, almost expecting him to say something, even though the silence between two of you usually speaks volumes more than words itself; you’ve never been good with them, much less him. 

Simon looked down at your dog tag, lying brightly on your bust exposed by the tank top you wore. 

“What do you want to do after retiring?” He asked, his voice calm, his eyes almost closed. He took your necklace between his fingers calmly, and watched your shiny name exposed on the icy metal.

“Gotta be honest with you, can’t see myself retiring.” You replied, with your usual brutal honesty - something he particularly always liked so much about you. “What about you?” 

You don’t mind him, you allow.

“Don’t know.” He was, too, brutally honest. “Seek fuckin’ forgiveness for my sins before I die and end up in hell, I suppose.” 

You laughed.

“Oh, fuck. Gonna die trying to find that, mate.” You admit, raising your eyebrows in another big sip of your beer. “We’re all going to hell… At least we’ll all party there together.” You sounded fun, and your eyes turned into little lines with the genuine smile you let out when noticed that he too laughed at your joke. 

“We’re partyin’? Tell me Johnny isn’t going…”

“He’s my first guest.” You laugh harder.

“Thought that’d be me.” 

“You hate parties.” You raised your eyebrows.

“I don’t hate you.”

You silently smiled and looked away. 

“Fair enough.”

When it came to the two of you, there was nothing but connotation.

You could spend hours in that apartment alone with him - and you did. Did plenty of times, and yet, among subtle touches and heartfelt conversations, the end would be the same. Not in his bed, not in yours: by the door, with a rueful look and smile on your face. 

With a held back hug you never gave, a held back kiss you never allowed and an uncertain goodbye before departing on a mission that could take your or his life.

There was a phone call, once.

He called you late in the night. He was drunk. Too drunk. 

“I’m scared.” His voice was low, fluttering, like those cold days he’d be waiting for his dad’s arrival in his bed, under the covers, terrified and alone. “I’m scared. Can- can I see you? Can I come over, please?” 

As you hugged him on the couch in your own apartment now - that huge, strong, self-sufficient man collapsing in your lap like a baby in need of comfort, your heart was never right about anything like it was right about loving him. In that moment you knew it, you were fucking lost, taken, desperately in love.

You departed; you gave him your dog tag, he gave you his. A memory, an attempt. Do not forget me, you said. Don’t you dare forget me if I die, Simon Riley.

“I didn’t.” 

He looks at you with regret. The devices that help you breathe keep him from seeing you fully, whole - but still behind all those hospital beeps and sounds, you're still as beautiful as the first time he saw you.

He wants to go back to the past. Reverse everything he did, redo it from scratch; the first time he saw you, the first time he felt his heart ache listening to you talk about another man, all the times he repressed his feelings and swore not to love you.

“I want to be with you.” He mutters, his eyes emptily stare down your almost lifeless hand resting over his. “After I retire. I want to be with you.” He says again, closing his eyes, shutting them tight like he’s trying his very best to repress the tears he wants so bad to let fall. 

“I fuckin’ need you- I- how did this happen, how did you…” He gasps as the clock ticks, low, the sound of the hands ringing like doomsday inside his head. Every second that passed was one less with you. There are twenty minutes left for you to enter that operating room, and maybe you’ll never leave it again.

His eyes water and his legs give out, he kneels beside the bed, his suppressed voice sounding like a low, painful moan. The cry of a child who lost everything he had; of a confused teenager who would become a soldier, cold, dead inside, incapable of love - who loved you. Who loves you. “I’m scared. I’m scared- I love you.” He’d mutter, praying to all known gods to not take you. Take anything, anything from me; anything but her.

When the doctors came into the room and hurriedly moved your gurney to the ward in a desperate attempt to get your heart working again with the transplant, Simon sat in the waiting room with his face buried in his hands, his legs trembling. and the false hope that you would come back.

That you’ll be on that front porch, resting ever so happily, a bottle of beer in your hand and the dogs running around. He will have gotten rid of the mask and the habit of wearing it and you’ll be happy. You’ll be happy. You’ll be alive.

“God, please.” He mutters. “You’ve taken so much from me, now please, not this.”

He stands up as the doctor calls his name, with his heart on his hand and regret flashing his face off, he just wants another minute with you, another second with you, enough seconds so he can tell you he love you - he had, for most of his life and now, and he will, for the rest of his days with or without you.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do Haunted by the ghost of you Oh, take me back to the night we met.

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2nd version of this one

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"You keep this up, I'll be out of a job."