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Please don't say it's just me who feels this way.

With each passing day I fear more the decisions I make, I'm afraid of not living a happy life. I'm afraid to choose my job, I'm afraid to choose my friends, I'm afraid to choose a boyfriend. I'm afraid that I'll regret every decision in the future, and then I won't be able to change them, I won't have another life. I would love to have more than one life, to be able to be someone different in all of them.

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Hello everyone!!! I just stopped by to let you know that I'm still having trouble producing anything, but both the fanfic and the little Ghost hybrid scenario are slowly moving forward. As for “The deaths haunt me”, it's at a total of 933 words and I never thought it would be so difficult to continue.

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Warnings: Violence, inappropriate language, manipulation, toxic relationships.

Notes: I finally managed to finish this chapter without hating it!!! If you notice any errors please let me know, I know very little English and so I end up translating everything using an online translator, and you know sometimes there are errors...

Portuguese version published on Wattpad

Word counts: 1.435

The job was simple: break into the house of one of Markrov's henchmen, get any clues about their connection, and hopefully more clues about the human trafficking that had been going on for months. However, the job proved complicated when he had to deal not only with the guards but also with a woman, well, he was told that the guy had a wife, but he didn't expect her to be in the house.

The job was supposed to be simple. So why instead of just two in the car were there now three?

He actually considered the idea of killing her, leaving her in the house and making it look like some kind of ridiculous accident, just to confuse them and give them more time to act. But he felt sorry, Simon never liked killing women, he didn't even know if you were lying to them or not, but Ghost never minded killing women, not if they were involved in anything illegal.

You could well be in on it with your husband, and he wouldn't know until it was too late. Deep down your instincts tell you that you're just an ignorant woman who doesn't even know about her own husband, which would explain some of your behavior, but Ghost doesn't usually give people the benefit of the doubt, he's more of a shoot first ask questions later kind of guy.

So why is he taking you along? The only answer Ghost has come up with at the moment is that you could be of great help, a decoy perhaps. If this were a kidnapping, he could even use you as a bargaining chip, to find out how much the husband would be willing to pay to get his beautiful trophy wife back, but everyone knows that her husband wouldn't pay a penny to get you back.

As soon as they arrived at the safe house the first thing they did was tie you properly to a chair, they knew you wouldn't be able to escape even if they let you loose, not with two trained men of their size, but it was good to be safe. Ghost barely looked at you, he prefers not to memorize too many faces of people who will probably end up dead, he already has enough people to haunt his dreams, he doesn't need one more.

As soon as Ghost removed the tape from his mouth, he was ready to leave, anything not to be in the same room as you. He wasn't too surprised when you didn't scream, I mean, he realized you were a clever little thing the moment you decided to collaborate with him, maybe deep down he expected you to scream and shout at the top of your lungs even though you saw you were in the middle of nowhere and knew it wouldn't do any good, he kind of expected any reaction from you, just so he could be rude without feeling so guilty. He doesn't even know whether or not you were involved and aware of what your husband was doing.

“I thought she'd have some resistance, you know screaming and all.” Soap seemed excited by the discovery, a little too excited, but Ghost had learned to ignore strange comments and actions during his time in the army, after all, none of them had a good sanity, not even him.

“I think she understood that no one will come even if she screams.” Ghost just turned and left the room, heading for the room he would be staying in, he would leave you for Soap to deal with, meanwhile he would find out more information in other ways.

Soap appeared at the door a few minutes later, saying that you had fainted, overwhelmed by everything, Ghost just nodded and told him to try again later.

And then Soap was in charge of trying to get more information out of you when you were awake. Ghost felt he'd already had too much interaction with you, and let's face it, Soap was great at getting people to open up, so he was an infinitely better chance. Even though he initially failed, Ghost still believed that Jonny could achieve something.

“Why can't we have a clean safe house for once in our lives?” Soap complains as he throws himself on the bed and dust rises, he coughs a few times trying to shake the dust away in a failed attempt.

“We're in a safe house, not a vacation home Jonny. At least this one has furniture.” Ghost's voice comes out sarcastic, he doesn't take his eyes off the computer, grumbling when something doesn't go as he expects.

“How long is this going to last?” Soap rambles to himself, not really caring whether Ghost listens or not.

“Preferably as little as possible.” He answers back and lets out a strange sound, a muffled, croaking laugh. “I found something you might want to read.” Ghost passes the computer to Soap, the small print on the screen showing something interesting.

The night was colder than he thought it would be, probably because winter was approaching. Ghost stood guard in the early hours of the night, Soap was passed out on the dusty bed in the bedroom, at least this safe house had some comfort, in the last few missions the safe houses had nothing more than just the bathroom sink and the shower, of course, only cold water.

He busied himself going over the information he had about the mission. It was routine, something he was used to and something he could relate to now, if he let his mind wander to any other thought than the mission he knew he would lose himself in a spiral and Ghost couldn't let that happen. Not while he still had a mission to finish, not while he was still on that mission.

He wouldn't give you anything more than a few glances, just to make sure you were still in your sleep/fainting state. It would be tedious for anyone else to sit up half the night watching someone else, without much to occupy themselves, but Ghost doesn't really care, too used to babysitting at night to care that much.

It's actually kind of pathetic now that he thinks about it, the fact that he's watching you. A weak, untrained woman, tied to a chair and passed out. You'd never get out of that house without one of the two of you noticing, Ghost could be mistaken about you, you could be a clever little mouse playing dumb, but he still doubts you'd be able to get rid of the ropes holding you down without making a sound.

He's only awake to keep people out of the house, that's the truth. You're no danger to him. Too fearful, not even able to take the pressure of a few questions and already fainting.

Ghost remembers somewhere in the back of his mind that you're just a civilian, and as far as he knows you have every right to cry and faint out of fear and exhaustion, he sometimes forgets that people aren't like him, that most people aren't in the army.

And in a corner of his mind comes the nagging voice reminding him that for all he knows you might actually be being held in private. But again, it's just an assumption, not confirmed information. He found almost nothing about you in the files, your name was mentioned once in a file, but it was so vague that it could easily have been forgotten.

Ghost rolls his eyes at the thought and snorts, he'd rather not think about it too much, if he knew that bastard was holding you against your will he certainly wouldn't spare his fingers when he finally managed to catch the lowlife. Ghost simply hates violence against innocent, unarmed women. He also hates the memories that come with that thought.

A heavy sigh leaves his lips, he would definitely kill for a cup of tea or an alcoholic drink right now, anything to slow down his mind and relax his tense body. But well, unfortunately there's nothing in this house apart from drinking water, and if they're lucky, some kind of canned food.

The sound is very low, but it's still noticeable if you're paying attention. Ghost looks away from the window and sees you looking around, your gaze unfocused and lost, surely it would take you a few seconds to fully regain consciousness.

That's when Ghost knows it's going to be a long night. Maybe he'll wake Soap up and let him deal with it.

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Yey, I got my cake a day after my birthday but it counts anyway lol ❤️🎂

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hey, today is my birthday!

and for some reason I'm more emotional than ever, do you know what it's like to spend every half hour of the day crying? well-

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I've got a blockage (Writer's Block), I can't take it anymore

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I've posted a short excerpt on my Ko-fi… I haven't abandoned this fanfic yet, I'm just going slowly.

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I thought about writing about Ghost as a hybrid, probably something silly and cute, but the doubt really got me stuck here so an opinion would really be good.

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Someone help me!!! I need more fanfics with Jim Street (Swaat) , that man rented an entire block in my head 😱

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My Love

Notes: This was a story I wrote a long time ago, I posted it in Portuguese once, but I removed it because I thought it wasn't good enough. But well, reading it again I thought I should give it another chance. I hope you like it, Levi is a character that I have a lot of affection for, but writing for him is a difficult job for me, I feel like I can't convey enough of his personality.

!! The art used below does not belong to me, unfortunately I don't know who the artist is (I found the image on Pinterest) if you know, please comment so I can give due credit!!

No warning!

At the end of it all, there was the man who had fought in a war, or what was left of him. The face with the tired expression and the distant look, the man whose past haunts him and the man who lost everything in the war. There he sat at one of the tables in his tea store, which he had once longed for.

The sun was shining on everything that could be seen through the glass in the store, and it was also shining on the man's tired face, as he watched the little movement while he had a cup with the contents so beloved by the older man's palate. Those were the peaceful days that everyone once dreamed of, including him. But in the end, it seemed that the only thing he had left were the painful memories he had acquired during his years alive, and he believed that dying would be the best thing for that "old commander".

But there was someone who had always been there, even if she had never been noticed, she was still there walking through that painful life with him.

The small bell placed on the door to warn that someone had arrived rang, bringing some sound into that place with a faint scent of tea.

"Levi Heichou." The sweet voice called out to him, trying to reach the one she loved so much.

"It's been a while, did you decide to come and visit me?" The man looked at the girl who was still holding the door looking at him.

The immense glow that that gaze transmitted, all that glow was just for him. But he didn't know it, he had always thought that the girl with the now medium-length hair had always looked like that, but the truth was far from it, the truth was even more painful, and the girl preferred not to talk about it, she didn't want to remember the pain and sorrow she had once experienced, not in the presence of the one who was her sun, the one who illuminated her darkest days, the one who brought her infinite peace.

"I always come to see you" The girl tried not to go, she didn't want to be a nuisance to him. "Heichou." His voice sounded calm, but the girl felt an overwhelming sadness when she remembered how happy he had seemed next to those who had once been his friends. She wanted to end his pain, to stop feeling the tightness in her throat that suffocated her every day.

"I'm not a commander anymore, you don't have to call me that." He brought the cup to his lips and sipped the hot liquid, closing his eyes. With a sign, he asked her to sit down.

The minutes passed quietly, the sound of the porcelain was heard every now and then, along with the calm breathing of both of them.

Unable to contain herself, the girl looked up into the older man's face; she wanted to ask him something that had been on her mind for some time.

"Can I stay at your place?" She asked quietly, but loud enough for Levi to hear her and look at her.

The girl believed that sleeping next to him would make her feel calmer, for a few days she had been having nightmares that she preferred not to remember, she was looking for shelter next to the one she loved, even if it wasn't reciprocated, even if he didn't know, she wanted to be close to him. Even if it was just in the same building, it didn't matter as long as she knew he was next door.

"Why?"

A small smile took over the girl's lips, hiding her nervousness.

"I just… wanted to be close to someone." Levi was surprised that it was someone she was talking about.

"Then stay. " The man looked away from her and went back to staring at the sun, which was no longer visible and only painted the sky in warm colors.

"Thank you." Again, the words were addressed to him in a low voice.

In the silence of the night, she woke up. Her face covered in tears and her body trembling, even though it was a dream, it gave her the closest feeling to an abyss, losing the one who was her light, losing Levi.

Levi, in the next room, was also awake, staring at the ceiling, trying to rid himself of the unpleasant memories that kept bothering him.

His attention was drawn to the sound of short but rapid footsteps coming from the corridor, he knew it was the girl who had asked him to stay the night, but he closed his eyes pretending to sleep.

When the girl opened the door and came rushing to the edge of the bed, she knelt down and grabbed his hand.

"Levi… " Her broken voice tried to sound as low as a whisper so that he wouldn't wake up, she would hate to disturb Levi's night's sleep, even if she wasn't being good. "Please stay with me…"

Levi Ackerman. He had never known what it felt like to love and be loved. At one time in his life, he had wanted to know what it was like, but gave up when he remembered the reality he was living in. She, on the other hand, went to great lengths to love him, even though she was in a world where she knew she could lose him.

Her love for Levi was such that she wouldn't mind dying in his place, but she knew that he would feel guilty if she died, so she preferred to say that she would get out of the situation with him. That she would save him.

"I'm here." Levi pulled her up and hugged her. Even though she was surprised, she didn't dare pull away from him. On the contrary, she did the same as him, hugging him as tightly as she could, trying her best to be gentle. She was afraid of hurting him, or that he would disappear as soon as she let go.

She wanted him to lean on her, but she couldn't stop being afraid that one day she would lose him. She wasn't ready for that, and neither was Levi, even if he didn't know it yet.

That night, it was Levi who went to sleep first. Even though she went to him in desperation.

Levi felt at peace for the first time in years, in the arms of the one who had always been there for him.

In the morning, the sun was shining again, illuminating the store. The girl enjoyed her tea while looking at the short, but equally tall body organizing things behind the counter. A smile escaped as she watched his back.

"Levi."

"Hm?" The man muttered, and turned to look at the owner of the voice that had called him.

"I feel that if I don't speak I'll regret it." She said, getting up and staring at the floor.

"How serious is it?" Levi looked at her with a look of concern.

"Levi, I've loved you for a long time."

The man couldn't react, just stared at the girl who was looking at him intently.

"I'm sorry. I can't tell you if I feel the same way, I'm afraid I don't know much about this feeling."

"I'll guide you, no matter how long it takes." She whispered before hugging him again, giving him the feeling of peace that the older man so desperately craves.

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Rules

Hey, welcome!

Here are some rules about what I write and what I don't write, please note that I can refuse to write what is asked of me if I don't feel comfortable.

Here's some information about me: My name is Isadora, but you can call me by nicknames. She/Her

Rules and which fandoms I write for:

☆ Call of Duty

☆ Detroit Become Human

☆ Resident Evil

☆ Haikyuu

☆ Five Nights at Freddy's

☆ Attack On Titan

● I will not accept +18 requests, you may find +18 works here someday, but please note that I do not accept requests about.

● I will not write about incest, pedophilia, abusive relationships involving the characters I write for, or themes involving harassment.

Ask Here!

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Hello! Good evening, or good morning, depending on where you are in the world. Well, I thought about it and decided to put an end to my fears and give it a try, so I decided to ask first, after all it's always good to have another opinion.

I sincerely hope that my courage about this doesn't run out :')

If I opened a box and let you ask or just share a thought about a character, would you support and participate in it? Be aware that I've never written something that someone has asked for, so maybe I don't understand or know how to do the idea or request you send me, but I'd try my best.

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Cooking With Ghost

Notes: Well if there are any mistakes or something doesn't make sense I apologize, I wrote this during class…

Cooking with the Ghost would certainly be a fun task, I mean, imagine a six-foot-tall man in a small kitchen wearing an apron that would be a bit tight on him.

It would be quite a spectacle.

I think the Simon would probably be the kind of person who, when he cooks, tries to follow the recipe to the letter and, if he doesn't have a recipe, he'll probably say he doesn't need one and try to invent his own. Which usually ends up going wrong.

Simon wouldn't be a bad cook, but he's certainly burned a good number of pans, he has no idea what happens, but he knows that as soon as he turns his back on the stove everything seems to burn instantly.

He probably doesn't want to try cooking for you straight away, in fact, for a first date, he prefers a fancy restaurant, courtesy of the big salary he gets for being in the military.

Once you've known each other long enough for him to feel at ease with you, he'd probably try to cook something, do that kind of cute date at home where the man cooks something and has a table ready with wine or whatever drink you prefer, maybe even some candles. He would devote a few hours to cooking something he thought was decent and would probably be very upset and embarrassed if he ended up burning something.

He would immediately buy some ready-made food and pretend that he had cooked it himself, because the fact that he can't cook well breaks his ego, so he would certainly be lying.

You'd find out when you saw the box of ready meals in the trash when you decided to help him do the dishes. To Simon's delight, you ignored the fact and didn't mention anything.

Simon swore that next time he would take cooking lessons.

On a given date, if you decided to cook with him, he would certainly take extra care, without distractions or turning his back on the pot.

You'd be helping with any little thing he asked for and, although you'd be extra careful not to get distracted, he'd probably end up paying attention to how you cut the vegetables or seasoned something.

Simon pretends he wasn't watching your every move.

And you pretend that the sight of him cooking is nothing.

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Notes: Well literally no one asked for this but I decided to do it anyway. (Clearly I'm procrastinating about doing another chapter of the ghost story, but let's ignore that.) I imagine Ghost as a cat or black, or brown, unfortunately I couldn't find a good enough image to put here so… no images

Ghost as a Cat

Ghost Cat, the kind of cat that instead of sleeping at night, wanders around the house destroying decorative objects it finds ugly just so you can buy different ones.

Ghost Cat, who is always very close to you when you're cooking, in the hope of getting a treat or just to make that judgmental face when a new recipe goes wrong. When you accidentally cut your finger, he looks indignant that you've actually hurt yourself, but he's an affectionate cat so he tries to comfort you with his little paws on your bandaged hand.

Ghost Cat, who hides in the corners of the house when you bring visitors home. Ghost Cat, who scares off any man who enters your house by scratching his legs or any other part he can get his claws on. He's definitely not letting them stay.

Ghost Cat, who is jealous and doesn't like it when you pet the neighbor's dog, he knows he's much better and superior than that dog, so he doesn't understand why you keep petting that mangy one every time you see him.

Ghost Cat, who sleeps in cramped and awkward places he finds around the house and gets upset if you decide to put him in a softer, more comfortable place like a sofa.

Ghost Cat, who brings you presents like little insects and doesn't understand why you look so horrified.

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Notes: I couldn't resist writing about König and if he were a cat instead of a giant military man. I saw this photo (at the end) and immediately thought of König as a big cat, maybe the size of a Maine coon? And how cute it would be to see him in a box that he couldn't fit inside. Well, I hope you enjoy it!

Let me know if you'd like a version of this work but for Ghost.

Big Cat König

König Cat, who is too big to fit in the box that you forgot to throw away but he still gets into it.

König Cat, who doesn't like visitors very much and avoids getting too close to them, but secretly loves it when you decide to show him around.

“He's a good cat.” You smile and hold him like a child on your lap, König meows happily when you start mentioning what a clever cat he is.

König Cat, who sleeps sprawled out anywhere there's sun. König Cat, who sits by the window ready to scare off any birds that come near.

König Cat, who loves to sleep on his belly or feet and growls at you if you try to persuade him to sleep in his own bed.

König Cat, who loves going for walks, especially when you decide to take him on the bike. König Cat, who doesn't like crowded places and is always trying to get you to give up taking him on a leash and instead take him on your lap, so that he can avoid contact with people more effectively, but always forgets that he's a big cat and that carrying him for a long time isn't easy.

König Cat, who stands on the furniture judging your every move in the kitchen.

König Cat, who is not very communicative but always responds with a meow when you call him.

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Hi, I just stopped by to tell you that I've created an instagram! I'll post random things I'm working on and keep you updated!

If you're interested….

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Hey guys, I wanted to update you, but I'm without internet at home, so it's been difficult. But good news, we'll be back tomorrow!!!