#c. riley

[traegics]

Closed Starter - @vilisisms

She was hesitant to approach, digits twisting together nervously as dark irises remained trained on the blonde a few feet away. Their last interaction hadn't ended the way she had wanted, had left her heartbroken and unsure what her future held anymore and yet seeing Riley like that was killing her, pulling her forward slowly before she eventually lowered herself down beside the other and a hesitant hand placed gently on the girls arm," Hey," Ryker greets, words almost inaudible as her head tilts to the side to take in her features. "Are you okay?"

[cflostsouls]

"Riley Shaw," Mackenzie spoke up, arms crossing against her chest as she halted her frame behind the younger femme. "Can't say that I'm the least bit surprised to see /that call was about you. I thought we had an agreement the last time I bailed you out"

@vilisisms

[cffallensouls]

Digits tugged tirelessly at her sleeves as she moved to approach a familiar blonde, one that she was sure was going to be mad at her for leaving her on her own (even if it hadn't been her intention, dying and all). A soft clearing of her throat was given as her frame halted behind her younger sister, arms folding of her chest, almost as if she was trying to comfort herself. "God, I thought I was only gone what two years," Lorelai taunted, though nerves showed through on her vocals. "You look old as shit Riles."

@vilisisms

[nachtart]

Post Mission Praise

[sinsofsinister]

ɢʜᴏsᴛ & ᴋᴏ̈ɴɪɢ - ᴍʏ ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴏᴘᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs :)

[ohmygraves]

roommate!ghost who gets home from a long deployment, forgetting to buy groceries for himself afterwards and having to use some of your products.

like, surely he made a mental note five months ago to buy himself some body soap because he just ran out right before his deployment, or at least in his note app. oh, of course. his phone died and he forgot to charge it. well, you won't mind if he use yours, right? and maybe some shampoo too, he can't be walking around the house with greasy hair.

he returned late at night, stumbling into the flat you two shared with his stomach empty, greasy as hell and his soap bottle all empty in the bathroom. just his luck after getting into such a shitty mission.

when you woke up the next day, he was asleep on the couch, not wearing his balaclava and still have his towel around his neck. an empty tupperware on the coffee table (was it the other half of your burrito last night that you kept for today?), some beer (was it yours!?), and the tv being on.

somehow, his hair looked softer, so you ran your fingers through his hair instinctively. and goddammit it was so soft. it was unreal. how did he get his hair so soft with 5-in-1 bodywash!? unless...

ghost woke up from your constant yapping, yawning and rubbing his hair, unsure of what's such a big deal. it's just bodywash, right? and maybe a little bit of shampoo, your leftovers, and some of your beer. why are you so mad at him?

plus, now he smells just like you, had an indirect kiss with you from the burrito, so why should he be bothered that you're yelling at him?

[temeyes]

quick simon (cuz i didn't wanna draw the stuff i actually have to draw,,)

[helenedraws]

see? they're alright and together always

[achemeanspain]

<3

[grimmroach]

buh

if you want to filter out the eyes, i’ll be using ‘c eyes’ and ‘tw eyes’ <3

[keesdarlin]

[MDNI / 18+]

⋆ / a thought ;

is it just me or does simon seem like the kind of guy to hold your face while he's fucking into you? and not in the cute awh let me look at you, baby kind of way. no, not at all, actually. he'd hold your face with one hand in that borderline aggressive kind of way that squishes your cheeks a little bit. in that way that's not painful but just firm enough to keep you from turning your head, so that he's forcing you to look him in the eyes. you manage to turn your head? nope, he's turning your head straight back so that he can see the way your eyebrows knit together when he hits your most sensitive spots. just his little way of making sure you're feeling as good as you sound.

[traegics]

Closed Starter - @vilisisms

"Well, well, well, if it ain't jailbird 2.0 turned rockstar," Lucas taunts, frame moving forward to stop beside the blonde. There was no denying who it was, her entire outfit giving it away to the other jailbird in a matter of seconds. "Finally decided to join us little people again?"

[pippynsworld]

[pfhwrittes]

alright have this half thought out thing before i log off for the night:

mistaken identity fic where ghost is presumed to be a hired stripper for a hen party (translation: bachelorette party).

cw/tw: alcohol mention, ghost's sense of humour.

let's say you're invited to your friend's hen party at the home she shares with her fiancé. you're the only sober one in the house and despite your best efforts at having a good time, you're really not feeling it.

some of her other friends kind of suck but you're being a good sport about all the silly games they want to play and have to repeatedly remind them that no really, you're fine with a soft drink and no, you don't want a splash of vodka in it. but it's fine. only a few more hours until you can go home and take off the stupid penis headband you've been forced to wear.

then one of the Other Friends, takes you aside and giggles drunkenly that she's hired a stripper as a "surprise" for the bride-to-be. you barely manage to tamp down on your eye roll as the door to the living room swings open and an absolute unit of a man in a skull mask stares at the crowd of people.

there's a pause before the ringleader of the Other Friends (what's her name again? chloe? christie? charlotte? whatever, it's irrelevant) grabs him by his arm and leads him over to the future-bride, yelling for someone to turn on the music already!

on comes the speakers and this time you do roll your eyes as your eardrums are nearly wiped out by "You Can Leave Your Hat On" and you watch chloe/christie/charlotte shove fistfuls of twenty quid notes at him.

what happens next is painfully awkward and it becomes clear to you (as the only sober person at this gathering) that the man swaying his hips half-heartedly isn't the aforementioned stripper as the others hoot and holler and try to get him to take off his mask.

at the end of the song (to everyone else's boos) you grab the man and drag him into the kitchen under the guise of getting him a drink before his next dance.

"listen, i think we both know you're not here for the strip tease."

the man stills, drink still clutched in his hand. 

"is that right?"

you scoff and roll your eyes. "well, duh. anyone even remotely sober can see that you're not exactly stripping material."

"yeah? you sure about that?" he asks. he sounds amused, not that you can really tell, what with the whole massive skull mask thing.

you shoot him a withering glare and purse your lips. he hasn't uncovered an inch of his skin despite being a "stripper."

"call it a wild guess." you respond drily and the man chuckles.

"would you believe me if i told you i was actually a snake handler?"

you arch a brow, you have a feeling you know where this is going....

"yeah?"

"mm. got one in m'trousers if you ever fancy takin' a peek."

you hate yourself a little bit for laughing at the absolutely dreadful line.

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you can all thank @syoddeye, @gemmahale and @stuffireadandenjoy for inspiring this.

(and adding sy's contribution:

"ghost tells soap about this, and soap is all hurts to see someone live your dream")

[gomzdrawfr]

down, boy!

full on twt

[curator-on-ao3]

Married (affectionate)

Married (derogatory)

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