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[jubri-writes]

Morning mess 🥣

Simon Ghost Riley x reader, established relationship, breakfast fluff

Cw: none really, reactions to childhood abuse and trauma mentioned

{author‘s note - slight spoilers, maybe read this later: This was inspired by several TikToks I‘ve come across where people drop and break and spill things on purpose to show that it‘s actually not a big deal and nobody needs to scream at you because of it. Ngl, I had a visceral reaction the first time I saw one of those, but I also appreciate them so much for bringing awareness to this seemingly small thing. Have a good week everyone!}

Simon Riley may have had a loving mother, but his father more than made up for that in trauma. And despite him adamantly denying it („Bollocks. If anything, the food in the mess hall is what fucked me up the most.“), sometimes, it shows.

Like today. He‘s come to your place for the weekend; exhausted after not being able to sleep properly due to a cracked rib. Every time he breathes in too deep, it hurts. Every time he bends the wrong way, it hurts. Every time he moves in his sleep, the pain wakes him up. And thanks to that, his reflexes aren’t what they usually would be when he accidentally bumps against a bowl of cereal as he‘s trying to reach for the orange juice. All he can do today is watch the chaos unfold in slow motion.

The bowl falls off the table. Hits the tiled kitchen floor. Clatters loudly, momentarily drowning out the radio you‘d turned on. The impact breaks it into pieces, ceramic shards go flying. Milk and cereal are everywhere. On the floor. On the cabinets. On the oven. On Simon. And worst of all, on you.

It takes Simon about half a second to go into full survival mode. To him, the stress of a war zone is nothing compared to this. Memories resurface, and his body does what it‘s been conditioned to do. Adrenaline pumps through his veins. He braces for impact. His breath hitches in his throat, his hands start to sweat, and he freezes in his chair. Then his gaze, eyes wide and weary, slowly travels from the mess on the floor over to you.

He‘s learned that any time something like this happens, there’s always one of three outcomes.

Option a) The other person gets angry and starts screaming, then makes him clean everything up. Physical violence is optional with this one.

Option b) The other person gets angry and calls him a useless bastard (or some other equally lovely name), then cleans up themselves, every movement oozing with contempt.

Option c) The other person gets scared and starts to panic because a third person will very soon choose between a) and b).

He stares. He waits. But nothing happens. You don’t scream. You don’t even roll your eyes. You blink at the chaos on the floor, the milk and cereal on your pyjamas, and then you laugh. Not in a threatening way; you seem genuinely amused.

„Whoopsie“, you say like he didn’t just provoke a physical altercation with his clumsiness. „Don’t worry, I‘ll get a broom or something. Best don’t move, don’t want you hurting your feet.“

At this point, his mouth goes slack. His brain has trouble computing. You flick a cheerio off your pyjamas, then move to get cleaning supplies. Calm. Unhurried. Suspicious. You pick up the ceramic pieces, scoop the cereal into a dustpan, then get the Swiffer and wipe the floor. Still, no screaming. It takes him a solid few minutes to regain his composure and find his voice.

„I‘m sorry“, he says as you — practical as always — use the mop to wipe down the oven and cabinets too. He doesn’t trust the calm. He‘s still waiting for retribution.

„Oh, don’t worry“, you tell him, smiling. „At least now I have an excuse to buy a new bowl. Had my eye on a strawberry one for a while.“

Silence.

„You‘re not mad?“, Simon asks finally, confused.

„Why would I be mad about a bowl of cereal?“, you ask back and shrug. Then you press a kiss on his temple in passing as you return the cleaning supplies to their place in the hallway.

„I- uh-“, he stammers. For once in his life, he‘s speechless. The adrenaline fades. You‘ll forget about this moment soon enough; it was no big deal after all. Simon, however, has it burned into his cerebral cortex forever, as the day he truly started to let his guard down around you.

Later that weekend, when you’re browsing through shops in the city, he insists you get a whole new set of strawberry bowls. His treat.

[jubri-writes]

POV: You work logistics for the SAS 💻

Ghost definitely ate his veggies during this mission

{author's note: This is what happens when I've got writing block, a free afternoon and unrestricted access to Canva. Let me know if you want more of this stuff, I've got a template now lol}

[jubri-writes]

Betrayal ⌚️

König x female!reader, unestablished relationship, reader is a civilian KorTac employee, fluff

Summary: König got himself one of those fancy sports smart watches after one of the other KorTac guys kept recommending it. Now he realises the thing has more functions than he initially thought.

Cw: anxiety mentioned

{author’s note: I write mostly x female/afab simply because that‘s my perspective and so it‘s easier for me. If you want x trans/male/gn or others, please tell me and I‘ll give it a shot, no promises on the quality though lol.}

Every. Single. Meeting. Heart rate optimised training here, VO2max stats there. Sleep quality. GPS capabilities. Integrated solar panel in the screen. Popov simply wouldn’t shut up about his new smart watch.

König didn’t even know what that V… O… whatever was; had to google it that afternoon after he got back to his office. Initially, this had all seemed unnecessary to him. Just another useless gadget, just another digital distraction. But then, Popov, who‘d been the company’s most notorious pencil pusher, ran a half marathon. And in a good time too. Yes, the man had been in the service long enough, had been a good operative in his younger years, but now? With him pushing 60 and that unmistakable gut that always threatened to break out of his uniform, no one had expected it. Although… the more König thought about it, Popov‘s gut seemed to be getting smaller and smaller too.

König ordered himself the exact same smart watch model the following weekend. The results were speaking for themselves, right? Besides, he barely ever treated himself to anything besides peanut butter protein bars and new gear. The watch arrived a couple of days later.

Now, two weeks in, he‘s slowly getting the hang of it. He was already fit to begin with, but still — König‘s runs get easier and longer, his VO2max is nine points ahead of Popov‘s, hell, he even takes his sleep more seriously. The gamification is working, he thinks begrudgingly as he‘s checking his stats one morning. He doesn’t even know all of the watch‘s functions yet, there’s simply too many menus and not enough time to watch YouTube tutorials for every one of them. So far, he‘s getting by just fine with the basics.

A knock on his door makes him look up. He calls for whoever it is to come in, the door opens and around the corner peeks… you. He‘s seen you before, on a small photo he quickly forgot about again, in some unimportant e-mail concerning new KorTac finance employees and a closed-due-to-maintenance printer room. But now... Scheiße.

He‘s holding his breath, he realises, and forces himself to exhale. You‘re pretty in real life, really pretty, and that‘s making him nervous. He swallows, feels his hands starting to sweat, bites his lip underneath the sniper hood. It‘s been a while since his social anxiety acted up, but now it seems to hit him like a ton of bricks. Talking to the other people at the PMC, soldiers or civilians — no problem, not for a long time. Extracting an asset from a war zone with bullets whirring past his head and grenades going off left, right and center— easy. Piece of cake. But you? Right now? With that warm smile and that slightly messy hairdo and the light coming from the window just right, making your skin glow like that? He‘s done for. He was never good at talking to women to begin with, but this — this is torture.

Finally, he manages a much too creaky "How can I help you?" and you step closer and introduce yourself. König tries to take deep breaths as you explain why you‘re here, but he has trouble focusing. Something about damaged gear? Write offs? Balance sheets? Some form he signed? God, you’re smart too, aren’t you? He certainly is no longer following. And then you hand him the clipboard, his fingers brush against yours for the briefest of moments…

Beep. Beep. Beep.

He stares at his wrist, where his watch is vibrating, beeping, blinking. On the display, there’s a message.

Abnormally high heart rate detected

Oh, shit. Shit, shit, shit. Verdammt. König quickly drops the clipboard onto his desk; pushes one of the buttons, then another one, until the message is gone and the damn thing stops making a scene. A few seconds tick by. He clears his throat and grabs the clipboard again. Signs his name where you indicate. Hands it back to you. Keeps his gaze down until you thank him.

When he looks up, you‘re still smiling, eyes crinkling slightly at the corners. You point to his watch. Please don’t make fun of me, he thinks, already bracing for yet another conversation with a pretty woman going south thanks to his anxiety.

"Always happens to me too when I see those numbers", you say as you roll your eyes playfully. There’s no malice in your demeanour, no ill intentions. And before he knows it, he laughs at your joke. Just a little, just for a moment, but it is genuine.

Once you‘re gone, König pulls up the KorTac regs on his computer. Turns out, he can ask you out without risking his job. But when he does, he thinks, he‘ll make sure not to wear that traitorous watch.

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My fav book- recommendation

Hi, I don't have a question to ask but I do have a book you should read(and its comes with a movie! !) Its called room, sorry I don't know who the author is at this exact moment, I'll have to look it up if your interested! I will say you should for sure watch the movie first. Because you will not like the movie if you read the book first. I love how the book handles the topics of assault and abuse and kidnapping(its not that dark though!). Its all told form the pov of a kid. It really sheds light on life after escaping from your abuser. If you have read it before then what is your opinion on it?

Okay that all I wont take anymore of you time! Have a nice day/night! <3

P.s Welcome to tumblr! Looking forward to reading your stuff!

Oooh, a recommendation! :D

I think I found it! The author should be Emma Donoghue! Thank you so much, that‘s going directly on the book club list, sounds super interesting! <3

Posting this so others can put it on their TBR 🌸

-> Room by Emma Donoghue <-

[jubri-writes]

Hi! I‘m Juju 💕 (she/her)

You can also call me JuBri, which is my first and middle name jumbled together.

I‘m from Germany and started this Tumblr to share my writing. Currently, I have a few of my own projects going on (might share those later), and I‘m obsessing a little over CoD and Turn - Washington‘s Spies, so that‘s what I‘ll mostly be sharing. If you have requests, don’t be shy, just ask :)

However, I won’t be writing any explicit smut (sorry, I‘m constantly laughing at myself if I try lol).

Some more infos about me 🌷

I‘m happily married 🌸 Still don’t know how I pulled that off.

I have been writing on and off my whole life, but never really shared.

I also love reading, mainly contemporary fiction. I have a book club with friends, so if you have good book suggestions, please share!

I love nature and am outdoors a lot because I have a dog 🐕

I have Endometriosis and might incorporate that into my writing. Also, if you have any questions about that or need to vent, I‘m always happy to help 💛 Endo sucks.

Favourite colour: green and pink, pastels in general 🍬

Favourite music: I honestly listen to a bit of everything — pop, some rock, some classical, some Bollywood songs 🎶

I‘m currently playing through CoD:MWII, but I‘m super slow because I don’t have much time for it (and also no talent apparently)

Favourite CoD characters: Ghost and König (basic b*tch alert, I know), plus Gaz (so far liked his missions the most honestly)

Currently watching Turn season 3

Favourite Turn character: John Graves Simcoe. What a diva 💅🏻

Thanks for stopping by and have a wonderful time y‘all! 💕