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lowselfesteem!reader who finally let her walls down for simon and fell madly in love with him, only to get this random itching feeling one night after a couple months of dating

your hand twitches in your lap as you sit up in bed, anxiously picking at your nails in complete darkness whilst simon sleeps peacefully next to you. after a few moments of deliberating, you finally reach out and grab his phone

you find a group chat at the top of his recent messages, just him and his friends. your eyes immediately land at the message in the middle of the screen, from simon

idk I think I might marry this girl

you feel yourself breathe a sigh of relief, only to catch it again in your throat when you read the next message sent by one of the boys. sickening feeling of dread mixed with anger takes over you,

oh that reminds me. I still owe you the money from our bet

how long did it take you to shag her again?

Yes , Chef

Pairing : Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader

SFW

Content: A guest being rude , and reader embarrassing herself

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“They said that it wasn’t cooked all the way”, you're nervous, you know that the pork is cooked perfectly but the guest insists( and that putting it nicely)that it needs more time on the grill. 

“What?”Simon practically yells from across the expo station, he’s the executive chef of a new but fancy restaurant that only has 10 tables which makes it very exclusive. He’s still trying to wipe the dishes and take temperature on each cut of meat while talking to you but with doing so many things at once he starts to get frustrated.

“The guest requested that the meat be placed back on the grill for a couple of moments”, you spoke a little louder , wringing your hands together and swaying back on your feet , but that's more because you had to get the cheapest non-stick shoes and there is no support. 

“I’m not doing that”, Simon answers back quickly and with finality to that. “Go back out there and tell them that if they wanted jerky they should have went to gas station and brought a slim jim”, and then flicked his hand away like a fly buzzing around his ear. You nod , “Yes chef”, you knew he was going to say something like that, he hates when his food gets sent back. 

You know that the trick is just waiting a couple of minutes and then going out to the guest and saying that it has been re-fired. Most of the time the guests like the control that they have over service workers rather than actually having a problem with the food. 

You take a deep breath , using your back to open the door , you walk back to guest, “The chef apologies for the temperature issue and re-fir-”

“The chef does not apologize”, Simon interrupts you, you turn to look at him with wide eyes. He’s towering over you and staring down with narrowed eyes and shaking his head with disbelief. 

Simon never leaves the kitchen , he doesn’t like people. He doesn’t like the dog and pony show in front of the house , doesn’t like that people stare at him. All Simon wants to do is cook, so that's all he does. “The chef does not apologize because nothing is wrong with the food”, he then turns to you and motions you to put the plate down. You don’t really know what to do , you look over at Johnny , he’s the front of house manager and he gives you the go ahead to listen to Simon, which you think he would anyway because it is Simon's restaurant. 

The guest looks at Simon in anger , and starts going full on Karen, threatening to sue for serving undercooked meat, saying that he’s going to write a bad review on yelp, and letting Simon know that he no longer has his business. Then in almost slow motion pick up his wine glass and throw it at you, not just the liquid in the glass but the whole ensemble. Not only are you wet and sticky with wine , your glasses have s scratch because this mother fucker threw a wine glass at you. 

There’s a scuffle, Simon yelling at the guy, you throw a wine glass at my server, you're shocked into just standing there watching it all happen but not moving a muscle. You don’t do well at confrontation, if given the option between flight or fight, yours is frozen. 

You hear , “Get her out of here”, and then being led to the back by you think Johnny but you just feel numb. Simon is still yelling in the front, trying to get the guy out of here and outside his property where he can let him know how he feels about throwing something at one of his favorite waitresses. 

Someone has wiped the wine off your face but now you smell like a $40 dollar glass of dessert wine and you just want to go home and shower, cry, and cuddle with your dog.  You don’t notice Simon until he crouches in front of you,”Alright?”, he ask. 

You nod because if you talk you will cry. 

“What’s wrong?”. You shrug your shoulders and a tear slips out anyway. 

“Sorry,I’m just embarrassed”, God , here you are crying in front of all your coworkers because of one lunatic , it’s not the first time someone has thrown food at you and it won’t be the last. It just wants to be good for Simon. You want to impress him. Calm him down. Not make problems for him and that's what you did. You're full on crying now, almost unable to take a breath. 

“Out.Everyone.”, he growls. 

You wipe your face off and stand to leave as well when he grabs on to one of your wrist and sits you back down. “Hey, sweet girl”, he coos at you. “You're okay, you're not in trouble, you did nothing wrong”, you nod your head but you don’t really believe him. 

“Repeat it”, he prompts. You do, in a shaky voice , you feel so drained and emotional from what just happened. At least that's what you blame it on when you lean forward to kiss him and he leans back to get away from you, oh. The shame and embarrassment comes immediately. 

“I’m sorry,I don’t know what I was thinking”, you let out a shaky laugh and stand and start looking around for your things, “if you could just forgot that ever happened that would be great”, you spin around looking for you coat, fuck it, you don’t need it. What you do need is to get out of here. 

Simon calls your name but you don’t stop until you out the back door, passing Soap and saying a quick “See you tomorrow” 

Bars and broken hearts

Simon Riley x F!reader 

Summary: The 141 minus john goes out for drinks and when johnny decides to throw simon a spontaneous bachelor surprise it goes left quickly.

Warnings: angst, betrayal, infidelity?, guilt, heartbreak, not a happy ending, alcohol consumption, lmk if I’m missing anything.

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“Well I think you should go.” you say to your fiance who's currently trying to back out of plans he promised to attend with his mates, again.

“Why can't you just beg me to stay isn’t that what you’re are supposed to do.” he says in a whine although with a gruff voice like his only you could pick up on the slight change.

“And hear Johnny complain in my ear the next time I see him cause you’re never out of the house, yeah no thanks.” you say while stirring honey into your cup of tea. You can practically feel the holes his eyes are burning into your skull.

“You know they are always up to no good when we go out.” he says in a condescending tone.

“I trust you.” he has never given you a reason not to.

“You should they’d never let anything come between us, they love you more than me.” he says while slowly approaching you from the back planting a firm kiss to your cheek.

“So you’ll be attending then?” you say gleefully.

“Yeah, just this once though, gives me leeway to say no next time.” you laugh softly, simon and his thought out plans to get out of leaving home.

“I'll drop you off, don't look too good.” you say turning around, he gives you a strong kiss on the lips, tangling his large hand into your hair as his other hand squeezes gently at your ass groaning roughly as he hikes your thigh onto his waist.

“Yeah, nice try.” you say pushing him away reluctantly.

“Sure you don’t want me to stay?” You do want him to stay.

“I’m sure.” he groans, walking off into your shared bedroom carelessly pulling a black shirt and pants off a hanger, nearly snapping them.

You laugh to yourself taking a seat onto the couch as he noticeably makes his steps extra heavy on his way to the bathroom. You patiently wait for him, swiping mindlessly through social media.

“Right, I'm ready.” his voice slightly startles you and he quickly softens his attitude.

“If you would’ve kissed me looking like this i might’ve just kept you in.” you sigh into his mouth pulling him down for a kiss.

“Later I arrive, the later I leave, let's go.” you drive him to a pub not too far from your home. His hand squeezes at your thigh the whole way there until you arrive.

“I'll see you in a bit, I love you.” the corner of his mask lifts slightly.

“Better not be late for me doll, I love you more by the way.” he says while shutting the door waving you off.

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“Aww where’s the lass?” Johnny questions still mostly sober.

“At home she said she’ll join next time.” Simon lies, you hate babysitting three 200 pound plus men after a long night.

“Tell her I promise to not empty my stomach in her car next time, I swear it.” soap says while ordering a round of shots.

“Like she’d believe that after the past TWO times.” Johnny looks remorseful as Gaz laughs then gags remembering what it was like to sit in the backseat with him.

“I feel like we're going to get into some trouble tonight.” Johnny says while downing his third shot early into the night. “When is a night with you not trouble?” gaz says to the two men smiling widely.

“When is a night with me not fun you mean.” Johnny says with a devilish smirk.

“Chaos you mean?.” Simon quips.

“All of those sound like a good time to me.” Johnny says while waving down the bartender again.

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“You’ll be approaching married life soon.” Johnny says with slightly slurred speech.

“Indeed I will.” It makes a tipsy drunk Simon smile as he lifts the bottom of his mask to take a swig of the whiskey in his glass.

“Think you’ll be having little ones running around soon?” gaz asks, he could see the big scary ghost with a daughter or two. Simon smoothens his mask before talking.

“Maybe, me and miss talk about it sometimes but nothing ever too serious, she’d make a great mum though.” The boys love just how in love he is with you.

“Will you name one of em after me?” Johnny asks.

“Funny joke mate.” They all laugh.

“Lass we’ll take another round.” heads snap towards him.

“Johnny!” Both simon gaz exclaim their nearly 8 shots in each and a couple of other drinks the result of tonight's starting to sound like alcohol poisoning.

“What’s wrong with a little fun once in a while.”

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“I miss my wife.” Simon says, eyes glossed over and a severe need to taste your mouth. 

“Will we be throwing you a bachelor party?” Simon scoffs.

“This is my bachelor party, enjoy it.” Johnny groans at his awfully boring best lad.

“I have to take a piss be back.” Johnny says, excusing himself. Gaz and simon give each other a look knowing full well he went to the mens room less than ten minutes ago.

“What’s that about?” Gaz asks.

“Don't know but ima text the missus to come save me.” Simon says whipping out his phone instantly happier by the picture of you on his lock screen.

After sending you a quick text he agrees to one more round as Johnny rejoins, what he doesn't notice is as he tossed his head back Johnny slipped his phone into the back pockets of his jeans mistaking it for his own.

“Why do you look like that?” Gaz questions the mischievous smirk on Johnny's face.

“No reason.” 

“Oh no johnny what’d you do.'' They follow his eyeline as a woman, definitely a hooker walk from the hall where the bathrooms are definitely heading towards them. 

“Hey boys.” she says, running a hand down Simon's chest.

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You’ve tried simons phone nearly six times now and nearly circled this block three times to let him know you’re here. You call once more groaning loudly as the voicemail starts once again. You search the busy street for parking, getting lucky as a car pulls out from the front of the pub.

You step out into the chilly london air not caring to pay for parking this shouldn't be long anyways. It's busier than you’d ever seen it, you wrap your arms tightly around yourself considering you're in thin pajamas, Simon emits too much heat to sleep in anything else.

Finding your way to the bar knowing where they usually sit you keep your eyes peeled for him excited to get him home and finish what he started earlier. That's until you see him. You see her first actually, snaking her hands around the back of his clothed head where yours were merely hours ago. His eyes are pointed towards her breast as she puts on quite the show, grinding slowly on his lap, flicking her tongue out onto his cloth covered ear. Simon’s hazed eyes are seeing you, like a dual reality that goes back and forth between a random woman and the woman he loves. Words are unable to leave your mouth so you stand there in utter horror until reality catches up to you.

“Simon.” your voice comes out in a whisper as the three men's heads turn towards you. The woman who looked like she’d been having a good time on Simon's lap also looks towards you, then the ring on your finger. The three of them had never become sober so fast in their lives.

“Oh god.” you feel sick, turning around quickly and bee lining for the door as your eyes tunnel vision.

“Get off me.” Simon says awfully harshly as Gaz looks disappointed towards johnny.

He’s after you in seconds, strides long and quick. You're at an arm's length when he tries to pull you back but misses by a thread. Times moving in slow motion for the both of you and this pub has never been so large.

“Wait, I swear that wasn't what it looked like.” His deep and loud voice causes the other patrons to look your way. Gaz and Johnny are steps behind him as he rushes as quickly as he can.

When the outside hits you, so do the tears. Your hand grips weakly at the spot of your shirt above your heart. It feels like the wind has been knocked from you and the world is crumbling around you. 

“Love i swear-” you turn around quickly slapping him across the face. It stuns you but not him; he simply looks back towards you.

“Deserved that.” 

“Lass it was a dumb joke i thought id-” 

“You were supposed to have my back, you guys are like my brothers, is this how it is everytime you come out?” a sob racks through you as they all visibly watch your heart break.

“It's not like that.” Simon tries to calmly explain.

“I'm leaving.” you say slowly walking backwards towards your car getting in quickly and locking the doors before your fiance can try the handle.

“Love, just listen to me i didn't know what was going on.” he shouts through the window as you start pulling out and speeding off as soon as possible.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” he yells to johnny.

“I don't know what I was thinking.” he admits as his drunk actions hit his sober self.

“You need to get a ride home now.” gaz says walking into the street to hail down an overly expensive taxi.

Simon gets in it immediately telling the man your address and slipping him a few extra hundred for speed. His breath is rapid matching the racing pace of his heart. The two other men watch as he leaves.

“You’re so fucked mate.” Gaz says to an already guilty looking johnny.

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Simon nearly tears off the door handle as he exits the car almost two homes ahead and runs there instead. He’s fumbling keys until he realizes you’ve left the door unlocked. Instantly he's searching for you, panicked and in a hurry to soothe your aching heart.

He goes to reach for your shut bedroom door only to realize it's locked. He knocks rapidly once then twice.

“Love let me explain. I swear it's not what it looked like.” he leans his head against the door as you silently cry on the other side.

“Don’t do this to yourself.” wrong choice of words but he meant well.

Before he knows it you're throwing the door open.

“To myself!” you yell as loudly as you can, shoving your hands into his solid chest.

“That's not what I meant.” he says, removing the mask.

“We’re engaged Simon, we were going to get married in a few months.” you cry turning around trying to slam the door on him.

“Were ? No, let me explain.” he says, catching it with the toe of his boot.

“I don't want to hear it, go tell it to whoever that woman was.” you’re infuriating he wants to scream but he knows all hell would break loose had he caught you in the same position.

“Johnny had hired her, I had no idea.” he gets out as quickly as possible.

“And you let her dance and lick on you and hold you the way I hold you.” the disgust on your face as you look at him cuts deeper than any knife.

“I was drunk.” he even thinks that sounds disgusting.

“Cheap fucking excuse.” you say going into your closet grabbing all your clothes and throwing it onto the bed.

“What’re you doing?” it's hushed and laced with panic.

“Leaving.” 

“Like hell you are.” he says quickly, fighting to pull what's in your hands out of them. You’re unwilling to give up at first, grip tighter than ever but he would always win. You fall to the ground and let go. Crying from hurt and frustration. He drops to his knees to meet you on the floor.

He scoops you into his chest as closely as possible, it hurts that you don’t clutch onto him like you normally would. You Are stiff in his arms so visibly uncomfortable. He wants to cry too, he knew he shouldn’t have gone out there's no need when your heart is at home.

“Let go of me.” you say weakly.

“Lets talk.” he says, loosening his grip on you watching as you scurry backwards.

“Nothing you say can make this better.” you admit leaning your head against the wall behind you.

“It wasn't my idea or choice, my love I was wasted.”

“I was waiting outside for you, calling over and over again but you were just too busy being entertained by another woman, how fucking dare you.” you say quietly but firmly.

“I know I fucked up but we cant throw this away just cause one mishap.” he says trying to inch closer to you.

“I would’ve never done that to you.” you say as tears stream smoothly down your reddened cheeks.

“I know.” how does one forgive an action like this he wonders.

“Please get out.” you say through stuttered breaths.

“Love-” 

“Simon, get out or I'll leave.” He rises to his feet in an instance beginning to very slowly make his ways towards the door.

“Hey simon.” you say and his name sounds so rare on your tongue since you've met him he's always been riley or love.

“Yeah.” he says, approaching you crouching down slightly. You reach out, grabbing his hand and placing something into his palm before closing it.

Simon slowly opens his hands fearing what he already knows is there and utterly cringes inside when he sees your ring.

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excited but ready for a little criticism, be easy on me I'm barley getting familiar with the character.

Hope you guys thoroughly enjoyed mwah!

are you flirting with me (they’re ignoring me)

I'm Not Nice - Ghost

Summary - A Queen driven to resent her King by his lack of consideration for her in relation to his mistress.

Tags/Warnings - royalty, infidelity, love to hate, angst, inspired by Please, Please, Please by Sabrina Carpenter

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"Your Highness... you should not delay any further."

The poor attendant... he's too old to be subject to stressors such as this.

"Do you suggest I enter without His Majesty?"

The question wasn't meant to be discourteous, but the attendant dabs a handkerchief at his forehead nonetheless. You purse your lips. He's with that woman. You know it. He knows you cannot enter alone without there being damage to your influence as the queen, yet still, he's late. You close your eyes as they sting with tears of frustration and look up. Deep breaths. You cannot be seen as having been bothered by this. It'll just make you look weak.

"A decision, Your Highness?"

You steel yourself and smooth your hands over your dress. Swallowing hard you announce, "Five more minutes. We must afford His Majesty some more time before we make any brash decisions." The attendant simply bows. "Yes, Your Highness."

Clenching your jaw, you face away. Late to his anniversary ball... Simon Riley... please don't bring me to tears when my makeup has been done just so.

The fairytale books made no mention of scheduled nights to lay with your husband. Neither did your mother, your tutors, or your ladies in waiting. There you sat on the bed of your marital chamber. The doors were shut, but it didn't stop the conversation right outside the door from leaking in. You listened to her beg him, your husband, not to lay with another woman.

Another woman.

As if you weren't her queen. Her monarch. The servants and guards were surely waiting with baited breath to share the news of the Kings mistress interrupting his time with the Queen once again. You knew that where the begging and sweet words failed, the tears would win. For the last several weeks Simon had rebuffed you in favor of her. Within minutes of his entrance to the marital chamber, the guards would announce her arrival and request for a moment of his Majesty's time.

But you would not be rejected again tonight.

You stand from the bed and slip your robe back over your chemise. You pay no more mind to the conversation outside the door as you drink down the rest of your wine and make your way across the room. Yet before you've even made it half way, the door opens and Simon appears. "My Queen, let-" "No need, my dear husband." The title of husband has carried a sour taste as of late. "I shall retire for the night and leave you to your affairs." Glancing behind him you see no one but the guards.

"You're leaving?" Surprised, you look back to Simon. For him to look so disheartened.... it saddens and angers you. You clench your jaw and swallow. "You clearly have other things to attend to. I will not keep-" "I turned her away." Simon rushedly cuts you off. "My Queen. My wife... please stay." You feel your pride fizzling away. Your eyes are wide and your body shivers. How could you turn down such a request? It's all you've wanted since your wedding. The attention of the man you were raised to love and adore.

"Of course I'll stay."

"Who has approved of this!?" You cry out. "Surely not His Majesty, The King!"

The squire begins to confirm to you, that it was indeed the king, but you stand and cross the room before he can finish. You're out the door before your attendant can even rise from his seat in your office. A choruses of "Please, wait!" and "Your Highness!" echo after you in the hall as you beeline for the King's office. The guards cannot even finish announcing you before you're opening the doors and storming in.

"Your Majesty, surely you've sent me this request in jest." The document is placed squarely in the center of the desk over the rest of his papers. "Surely you do not intend to build a palace for your mistress with funds from the queens allowance."

It's only then, in horror, that you notice her. As Simon opens his mouth to answer you, a woman's voice interrupts. Her voice. "Your Highness, it is very uncouth of you to arrive in such a way unannounced." She acts completely scandalized as if she is the owner of this palace. It makes you sick, but you must maintain a semblance of composure in order to save face among the servants. "My Lady, I'd like to speak to my husband in private. Would you please leave us?" Being in her presence is the only time you address Simon so informally in public. It's a desperate act to remind her of her place that never seems to work. She looks at Simon. He works his jaw for a moment before dismissing her with a nod. The audacity to ignore you, The Queen, as if she has some position over you by being holding some of The Kings affections. Your blood pressure spikes at the exchange.

At the sound of the door shutting Simon sighs and leans back. "My queen... your allowance was barely cut into. Why would such an insignificant amount of gold provoke this type of reaction?" "Your Majesty, do you feign muteness to drive a reaction from me?" His expression gives nothing away. He must genuinely think this okay. You take a deep, shaking breath. "My husband... can you truly see no issue in taking from your wife, to give to your mistress?" His jaw shuts with a click of his teeth. Its a disgusting realization. That he must think of you as only The Queen, not as his wife.

You feel a familiar burn in your eyes.

One hand reaches and brushes it's fingers along the edge of his desk. "I believe I will be retiring early for the day, Your Majesty." Your hand retracts and folds in front of you again. "I'll be taking my evening meal in my chambers, you'll not be seeing me." As he rises from his seat he begins to hurredly speak. "My Queen-"

Your voice raises slightly, "I pray your evening is pleasant." And with an elegant curtsy, you take your leave.

"Your Highness, the delegation has arrived in the banquet hall."

"Thank you, madam."

Your hands are wringing in your lap. He better not be late this time. You've worked on this treaty for months and for you to be embarrassed on your first meeting with the delegation would be the final blow to you pride. All you can do is sit in the Solar and wait, though. Your irritation growing by the minute. Even your lady's maid looks anxious. You decide to quietly ask, "Where was he last seen, Madam Dia?"

She hesitates and it answers the question before she even utters a word. "His Majesty was last reported to be in her chambers, Your Highness. Im sorry." The pity in her voice makes your stomach turn, but the anger that fills your chest overtakes your embarrassment like a tide. You take in a breath to calm yourself, so deep it hurts, and stand up. "I cannot wait this time. We must enter the banquet hall and greet the delegates." "Yes, Your Highness. I will notify the attendants." She begins to hurry to the door, but it abruptly swings open before she can reach it. Simon swoops into the solar with haste. Your lady's maid bows deeply before hurrying out the door. He looks at you out of breath. "Your Majesty, you must be truly set on fraying away every last one of my nerves."

Cringing, he responds, "Lady Tanya, kept me longer than I anticipated. Please forgive me." To utter her name in front of you... he must truly have taken leave of his senses. It enrages you even more. Your eyes flare and the anger loosens your tongue to a dangerous extent.

"Dear Husband, I could handle personal slights and dismissals, but for such important public events..." Your breathing is shaky, but carefully controlled. You approach until you're chest to chest, fixing him with a brutal glare. "Heartbreak is one thing, my ego is another. I beg you do not embarrass me today."

He's floundering for words as you walk past him and head for the Banquet Hall's entrance.

Second Choice — John Price x Fem!reader

You found out the secret that your husband has been hiding all this time.

Warnings — fem!reader, cheating, second choice reader, reader blame herself, Price is asshole in this fic, angst, angst, ANGST, no happy end, etc.

1,3k words.

Main Masterlist COD Masterlist

You open the car trunk and start taking out your groceries. You try to carry the groceries you bought with both hands and close the trunk door of your car. You don't realize that you have bought this much, considering that today is the day your husband comes back, you are excited to cook a delicious meal for him.

You walk into the house where you pass many of your wedding photos. You smile as you look at them, it's been two years of your marriage and you are so happy living with your husband.

You put your groceries down and start arranging them in the cupboards and fridge. After that you walk around to see if each room in your house is clean or not. You smile as you head towards your husband's study. You are rarely there unless your husband is home.

You check the room and see that it is a bit messy with books on the table. You enter and start tidying up the books. You smile at the picture of your husband when he was young. He looks dashing in his military uniform. You read the writing in the corner of the photo. John Price.

You return to tidying up your husband's desk, you bend down to pick up the book that fell under the desk. As you try to get up, you bump your head on the underside of your husband's desk and soon you hear what sounds like a drawer lock opening. You see an open drawer and check it. Your hand stops for a moment, unsure whether to open it or not.

But you're his wife, there's no way he could have kept anything from you except his confidential work files. Your hand moves to open the drawer, if it was his confidential work file you would return it quickly. But what you get is not a confidential file but a black book with your husband's name on the end.

You laugh softly at the thought of your husband having a diary. You sit on his chair and scrutinize the diary.

"Why is he so cute? I can't imagine how serious he is about writing this," you say to yourself.

You start to open the diary and read it slowly. The first few pages are all about how happy he is to be in the military and the missions he went on. In the middle he starts to describe how he feels about being a captain.

You keep smiling reading your husband's diary. You are so happy to see how happy he is pouring his feelings into every word he writes. You smile even more when you see the date of the diary which turns out to be two years before you got married. Which means four years ago.

Your smile slowly fades as you read what's written there.

I love her, a very new feeling for me. And I will try to get her heart.

You haven't met yet on that date. You open the next page which turns out he wrote after a few months from the last page.

She was so beautiful in that dress, and she smiled so beautifully that night. I'm so glad she agreed to go on a date with me.

This was written seven months before you met. You're turning over another page.

I was so happy to wake up with her in my arms every morning.

Written two months before you and your husband met. You close the diary, afraid to read it. But you have to make sure of something. You take a deep breath and open the diary again.

We've been in a relationship for almost two years, but we both know we can't get married if one of us is still in the military. And neither of us wants to give it up.

You turned over a new page.

I found a girl, I thought she could be the 'someone' that could cover my relationship with her.

You see the date written, one day after your meeting. And in less than a year he said he wanted to marry you because he loved you so much and didn't want to waste too much time because of his job that sometimes took him away for a long time. You hold your chest which feels tight. You try to breathe properly and open the next page.

One year into our marriage, and I still don't feel anything. Sleeping with her only makes me think of my lover at the base.

Tears fall down your husband's diary. You quickly skipped through the pages until you reached the last page.

I felt a little guilty because I lied about being on an important mission. My darling wanted to go to Paris, and with the time off we went there together.

You choke as you feel the tightness in your chest. All this time you've been trying to be a good wife to him, trying to serve him well. It turns out that what he had been imagining was his lover. And right now he is with his woman.

You laugh out loud with tears rolling down your cheeks. You pat your chest so hard hoping that the pain you feel will go away. You sob while patting your chest. Why does it hurt so much? Why did this happen to you? What did you do wrong?

Question after question spins in your head. You try to calm yourself down even though it's hard. The husband you have been proud of, the husband who has been smiling in front of you, who has been hugging you every night. What did you do wrong? What did you do to deserve this?

You get up and walk out of your husband's study. Your gaze is blank with messed up thoughts. You really don't know what you did wrong. Even after being married for two years they keep in touch behind your back. What is wrong with all this? Are you not being a good wife to him?

You walk towards your bedroom and look at the photo that is displayed there. You examine the photo, you study your husband's face clearly. Then you remember the photo in his study. Your husband's smile, it turns out that the smile he has been giving you is different.

How naive you were. You feel the tightness again. You pick up your photos with your husband and throw them all on the floor. You feel a shard of glass that hurts your leg. You scream as you pull your hair. Why does this hurt so much? Why is your chest so tight?

You walk to the living room where your wedding photos are. You throw them on the floor one by one. No wonder John always refused to do a couple portrait with the excuse that there were already too many wedding photos. You sit by the shattered glass on the floor with a blank look. How could someone destroy someone else's life so easily?

You hear the sound of a door opening and footsteps approaching you. You look up and see John who stands staring at you with an unreadable look. You stare at him with a hate filled gaze.

"How was your vacation, John? Was it fun?"

"Sweetheart—"

You raise your hand for him to stop talking. Even hearing his voice makes you want to vomit.

"I know everything. How could you do all this to me, John? What did I do wrong?" you ask through sobs.

You try to get up, John who sees you tries to help. Before he can hold your hand you stop him.

"Don't touch me with your filthy hands."

You walk towards your bedroom with John following, you grab your suitcase and put your belongings in.

"Sweetheart, please let me explain everything. I–I know I was wrong but let me explain everything—"

You laugh at his words. What is there to explain?

"I'll send the divorce papers as soon as possible. Don't worry, I won't stand in the way of your love story with her. I think I'm too worthy for someone like you, John."

And you hope he'll feel the way you feel because of him. I hope he feel how hurt it feels.

I blog for the girls who cry on their birthdays and lose a little bit of themselves during the summer months

The Stray and The Snakes

Cassian x Reader

Synopsis: Your adjustment to the Night Court after meeting your Mate is made all the more difficult due to the unwelcoming nature of two particular sisters.

Orignal request: "Okay, so I have a request. Reader is mates with Cassian, and Nesta is like jealous or something. Nesta and Elain are horrible to the reader, like always putting her down. Reader tries not to let it bother her, and no one really notices until it finally does get to them and the inner circle does notice."

Warnings: Fluff, Nesta and Elain being meanies

A/N: Hehe my first Cassian request. This was a lot of fun to write, I hope people will forgive the Inner Circle for their blindness, Nesta and Elain are a real piece of work in this.

Let me know what you think!

p.s thank you for the love on Other Worlds, over a thousand of you have interacted with it, can't believe it!

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“It’s beautiful YN” 

“Do you think?” your hands traced down the front of the snowy dress, your head tilting to the side as you watched your own movement in the mirror. Feyre sat behind you on a blush-coloured pouffe, sweetly smiling in the reflection. 

“Do you think Cass will like it?” “Who cares what that big baby would like, do you like it YN?” your head tilted to the otherside before you span to face your fast-friend.

“I want him to like it” you admitted softly, Feyre unable to keep the roll away from her eyes as she stood, pulling your hands in hers. 

“You could walk into Starfall in a paper bag and your mate would love you in it. So, I’ll ask you again, do you like it?” a smile grew across your face to match Feyres as you nodded. 

“Great! Let’s wrap it up and head to the House of Wind” 

The both of you strolled across the city you had learned to call home, a far cry from the outskirts of the Autumn Court where you were born and raised. It had been six months since Cassian had rocketed into your world and changed it forever, meeting you while you worked as a cook in a grand house. The preparations for Starfall had sent the city into an excited frenzy and you couldn’t wait to experience it for the first time with your new family. 

“Feyre! There you are” Nesta’s voice sang out of her in excitement but it felt as though the tone was a snake heading for your feet. She looped her arm through her sister’s as the both of you entered into the House of Wind, pulling her away from your side, to walk ahead of you. 

“Where were you sister, Elain and I are just getting ready upstairs”

“I was helping YN find something to wear for tonight for her to feel beautiful-” “-as if you could find anything that would help that” she laughed out, the snake climbed its way around you further. Feyre rolled her eyes with a small laugh, brushing off her sister's words as you fought your faltering smile.

“She found a lovely dress, didn’t you YN?” She called back to you as the three of you entered the main living area of the house.

“Ye-” “-Feyre! How could I forget to tell you, I found the perfect shoes for tonight, come on I’ll show” you huffed out slightly, familiar with Nesta cutting across you. Nesta spun on her heels to face you, causing you to almost walk directly into her with the abrupt stop of movement.

“Something the matter YN?” she almost bit out, the snake of words wrapping around your throat. Feyre had crossed the floor towards her own mate who beamed at her.

”N-no Nesta” 

“I didn’t think so, go make yourself useful, go help the other staff, back to your true calling” whispering at the end so only you could hear. 

“I-” “-My love, there you are!” Cassian's voice pulled the imaginary snake from around your airways, returning lightness to your chest as he met your side, his arm wrapping around from behind. Nesta’s face softened and a smile you knew to be laced with simmering irritation crossed her face.

“You're so kind YN for offering” Your eyes snapped from your shoes back to Nesta.

“Offering what?” Cassian kissed your cheek gently, his hand moving from your waist to lace with your fingers.

“Well, your lovely stray has offered to help with the setup of dining room! Right YN?” Her sickly sweet words turned in your stomach as Elain joined her side to collect her sisters and return to getting ready for the party.

“Oh, really YN you don't have to”

“I-”

“Cass, let her help, she probably craves the familiarity of a dirty apron” Poison-coated words dripped from Elain but shielded behind a smile. You looked to your mate standing behind you, his genuine well-meaning grin warming you despite the cold environment Nesta and Elains’ presence had swaddled you in. You were finding settling in around the two sisters especially difficult, your arrival had halted the friends-with-benefits situation between Cassian and Nesta and this had led to some deep-rooted resentment from the latter. Elain joining the cause in some sort of sick solidarity with her sister. 

That had decided your plans, afraid to contradict Nesta, with the mentality of service in the Autumn Court of being seen and not heard, very difficult to unravel yourself from. 

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By the time you had finished setting up, the inner circle had finished readying themselves. You met Cassian on the stairs as you rushed to get yourself ready.

“My love, are you alright?” His hands cupped around your face as his lips pecked your forehead with the utmost of tenderness.

“Yes Cass, just finished with the table, you look so handsome” You held his wrists as his thumbs brushed across your cheeks. 

“Thank you! I can't wait to see your dress…and see it again on our bedroom floor later” he laughed as you rolled your eyes at him. He kissed your forehead again before releasing your face with softness, his brothers appearing on the landing behind him, guests beginning to arrive. You marvelled at the three Illyrians before rushing yourself up the stairs to change. 

By the time you had built up the courage to leave your bedroom, the party was in full swing. Fae seemed to flow from every corner of the bustling House as you found Feyre glowing alongside her mate on the outskirts of the courtyard where the festivities were bursting to life. 

“YN, you look dazzling”

“Thank you High Lord” You did a small curtsey and Feyre elbowed Rhysand cutting off his building laugh. 

“YN how many times have I to tell you, please call me Rhys” he offered you his hand to help you rise from your curtsey as your cheeks flushed.

“She can't help that she's built to serve” The two mates laughed at Nesta's joking tone from behind you, its undertone of sincerity not lost on you. 

“Nesta you lo-look lovely” you offered like so many white flags you had beforehand. 

“And you look clean for once”

“Nesta” Feyre laughed out a half warning, carrying no weight. The group had chosen to believe that Nesta's relentless snipping at you was more like she was hazing you instead of its true goal to wear you down. 

“I-I must find Cass, the migration starts soon” You bowed your head slightly to the three, out of sheer habit, gaining a snide laugh to leave the eldest Archeron sister. 

“Oh he went down the side corridor” Elain offered with a smile that didn't meet her eyes as she joined her sister's side. You gave a somewhat thankful smile and began to make your way in the direction she sent you. You felt suddenly pairs of hands collide with your side, pushing you with harsh force into a service pantry of the hallway, the door closing behind you.

Your hip met the tile floor of the cupboard with force, your arms instinctively going outwards to the shelves lining the walls, sending various cooking powders and syrups down on top of you. You gave a small shriek in pain and shock as the sound of two laughing females on the other side of the door spat venom in your ears. 

“Hey! Hey you guys let-let me out!” You pushed shakingly from the floor, palms splaying against the solid wood of the locked door. The laughing grew distant until dissolving completely and you found yourself sitting back down on the cold, food-covered floor. You fought back tears as you tried to swipe the savoury and sweet additions to your dress from the fabric, the dark of the room holding you close. 

“YNN!” You heard your mate's voice call out through the hall, giving you the strength to call back, trying to keep the shake from your voice. 

“YNN! What the fuck?!” The light flooded the small space, Cassian's eyes landing on his beautiful mate, sat in a ball at his feet. He dropped down to his knees, beginning to sweep away the floury coating.

“I-I-” The thoughts of the truth ran around your mind, would he even believe you if you told him? Did you want to risk finding out if he'd choose them over you? Or what if he did believe you and it ruined the family dynamic you knew he had spent his whole life craving? “-I…was looking for the bathroom” you offered as he stood, pulling you back up to your feet. 

“The bathroom?” He raised an eyebrow at your obvious lie, a faux smile painting across your face. You looked down at your destroyed dress, the tears once again threatening to add to the scene. 

“You-you look beautiful YNN” his eyes traced the stained fabric, a thumb brushing over the last remaining flecks of flour on your face. 

“I'm covered in food Cass” Your genuine smile returned.

“Just makes you even more delicious” he kissed wholly then, the taste of him took any bitterness from you. 

“C’mon, let's get you changed” he separated from you, his hand slotting into yours as you both traipsed back up the hallway. 

To get to your chambers, the main foyer had to first be transversed, the inner circle gathering there before going out to enjoy the spectacle in the sky together. You stepped slightly behind Cassian as you walked closer to the stairway, hoping to be able to sneak past the group.

“Ah Ah, you guys! We all promised we would watch this Starfall together, you can have sex after!” Mor laughed from behind you, your feet having only spent a moment on the bottom step. You reluctantly turned back to face the full group, Cassian instinctively standing to shield you from their eyes.

“YN and I will just be a moment”

“Yeah, I heard that's all you can last” Azriel laughed, the group following suit as Cassian shot his brother a playful death stare. Nesta sauntered over to the two of you, her hand landing gently on Cassian's shoulder, pushing him to the side, revealing the full picture of your ruined look.

“YN, what happened!?” Feyre looked you over, a bruise beginning to grow across your elbow.

“I-”

“It's obvious our little YN couldn't help but get involved in the kitchen” Nesta remarked, turning back on her heels, happy to watch the gawking take place. 

“I think it improves her outfit”

“Definitely Elain, anything would improve that tarp she's wearing” the two snickered, the group unsure of the sharp tones of the two sisters, too shocked at the brashness of the females. 

“That's not very kind of you two” Cassian felt himself bite out, the maroon now painting across your face as Cassian's hand held yours tighter.

“Oh Cass please, how could we ever match your level of charity, taking in such a lost cause” the group's heads snapped to the uncharacteristic bitterness dripping from Elain.

“I mean honestly Cassian, when are you going to wake up and realise she's never going to fit in here!” Nesta's sharp words gave life to the internal doubt you fought daily and you couldn't hold it back anymore, your tears flowed freely, having spent months being kept just below the surface. You dropped your mate's hand, catching the end of your long ruined gown and darting up the stairs in awash of pure heartbreak. You heard the beginning of Feyre and Rhysand reprimanding the sisters, with Mor and Azriel joining in, the agile footsteps of your mate echoing behind you. 

You crashed into your shared bedroom, wrenching the hair clips from your hair before running your hands across your tear-soaked cheeks. You had practically prised the stained fabric from your skin as your mate's knuckles rapped against the door. 

“YN let me in” You ignored his desperate tones, choosing to clothe yourself in trousers and a loose top before beginning to collect your things from around the room. The sound of Cassian's hammering had stopped along with his calling. You exhaled deeply before continuing to pack up your space. 

“YN!” You screamed with fright at the sight of Cassian closing the distance between you both, having landed on your balcony. He pulled the bundle of clothing you had grasped in your hands, tossing them aside before gripping your upper arms with a gentle firmness. 

“My love, please please stop”

“You heard them! I don't belong here, they're only saying what you're all too cowardly to admit!” You managed between falling tears, Cassian's heart beginning to shatter in his eyes at the sight. 

“YNN, you know it's biologically impossible for an Illyrian to be a coward” You felt a slight laugh leave you at his joking tone. His hands moved from your arms to wrap around you, pulling you flush with his chest where you could clearly hear his trembling heart beneath his midnight blue suit. 

“No one thinks what they said is true my love, they must have eaten something poisonous or something” You pulled back to look at your mate in his hazel eyes, it was clear to you from his words that he had not been aware of their historical treatment of you. 

“Cass-Cass they always say stuff like that” you managed to rattle out. You could see the rose-tinted glasses shattered in front of his eyes beneath his furrowed brow, reevaluating every interaction he'd seen between you and them before tonight.

“Gods…” he released you from his arms, standing back to run his hands down his face in disbelief at his blindness. 

“YN, I am sorry, I'm so so sorry for not seeing before, what kind of mate am I for being so fucking blind” You step back towards him, relief rushing through you that he had believed you. 

“One who believes the best in people” your hand ran down his cheek.

“I never thought I'd miss something like that”

“It's okay Cass, I'm sure you never thought they could be like that”

“No, it's not okay, it's not okay at all” his eyes darting across your face, the true reality he'd not been privy to before making him feel instantly ill.

“Cass, I love you, it's okay”

“It's not okay YN!” His raised voice surprised you slightly as he moved towards the bedroom door again.

“Cass, where are you going?”

“To defend you, I'm just sorry I didn't do it earlier, they will be sorry for this” His unfamiliar coldness stunned you almost as much as the sudden sparkling out of the corner of your eye. You looked to see the migration decorate the sky with a level of beauty you had never seen before. 

“Cass…please stay with me for this, I want to experience this with you” You manage to tear your gaze away from the view to land back on Cassian as he seemingly reluctantly removed his hand from the doorknob.

“Of course” he said with an almost sad smile, reaching for your hand to bring you to the balcony. You both looked up in comfortable silence at the glimmering skyscape, a genuine smile growing on your face. Cassian couldn't help but look down at you with pure unadulterated love, his annoyance that he didn't see the torment you had been under sooner. 

“You’re my everything, my love” 

“And you're mine” You leaned into his side.

“If there's anything left of those two downstairs by the time Feyre is done, I promise I'll make them understand their grave error in hurting you” 

“I don't expect much to be left” you laughed, the sound releasing pressure from Cassian's chest. You both stood on the balcony marveling at the glorious sight above you, unable to image being anywhere else with anyone else.

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Whatcha think?

Y’all see this right?????? You see his sleeve rolled up to show more of his arm???? You see the neck com????? You see his hair????? He’s such a fucking slut I need him actually more than I need oxygen, water, and blood in my body.

I need him to put me in a headlock so bad.

I want to grab him by his neck com while I ride him.

I MEAN

Sorry guys I was hacked

No I wasn’t

Trouble

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Alright, so this is a little something I wrote some time ago.

I hope y'all like it :) i'll start writing more stuff soon as I have more free time now!!

Tw: some curse words but all in one nothing major

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"He's definitely your son"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think you know it"

The air in the car was thick and tense as you and your husband drove to your son's school. Reason for it was the phone call you got 30 minutes ago, stating that he got himself into trouble with a classmate.

You knew that your son was a bit different when it came to emotions. He was just like his father, quiet and reserved, but more repulsive. You of course denied that he got that from you.

The car came to a stop and Simon turned off the engine, body turning towards you. He had a neutral look on his face but you knew him better than that. When you told him about the call, he took it in better than you did. He seemed fine with it and that made you mad.

"You okay?" He asked, hand reaching for your cheek. You let him put it there.

"To be honest, i don't know. I just don't know how to react." He hummed in response, seeming to  understand your troubles.

"That's alright" he whispered "neither do I but we will know how to handle it" His palm was smoothing over your cheek, trying to give you any comfort. You smile at that.

"Yeah. Let's go then"

You were now sitting in the headmaster's office, desperately trying to not rip his head of. "And therefore I think that your son has some kind of mental problem"

Your body tensed at this sentence, anger spread through your body. How dare he say something like that? Your son is perfectly fine!

"Mr. Miller I think your overstepping a line right now." Simon's voice interrupted your thoughts. "Our son literally helped a friend that got bullied by that football idiot, how in hell does that have to do something with mental health?"

"Well, Mr. Riley from what I know you weren't exactly a steady father figure he could rely himself on. Whether it be your job-caused absence or your own mental state, your son had to deal with his emotions alone."

That's it. Know he reached your limit.

"And how the fuck do exactly know that huh?! Did one of the other parents tell you that? Well guess what, my son grows up in a loving family on which he can definitely rely on! I do not and will not take and crirism and insult from a man that clearly doesn't even know who the actual problem in this situation is. And spoiler, it's not my son but that bully that you just seem to fucking ignore!"

Mr. Miller's eyes widened at your outburst, clearly not expecting you to say someone like that. You felt Simon's hand reaching for your own under the table, giving it a quick squeeze.

"And if you ever tell my husband that he's not in a perfect mental state, than prepare for the worst! And now if you excuse us, we would like to take our son home with us now."

With that you stood up from the chair and made your way towards the door to open it, Simon quick to follow you.

You were greeted by your son standing in the hallway awkwardly with a black eye. He smiled at you and immediately engulfed you in a hug.

You pressed him closer to you, showing him that you care. You part after a minute. Your husband wrapped an arm around your shoulders and lead you towards the exit, your son not far in front of you.

Simon tilted his head to you ear, whispering.

"You do know that we will probably have to change school after that conversation"

A small laugh escaped your lips.

"Yeah maybe. But let that be a problem for tomorrow okay?"

"Of course, my love"

You two shared a small kiss and continued to walk to your car.

You are a happy family and that's all that matters.

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Tips for improvements are welcome!!!

Please ignore grammar mistakes English isn't my first language ♧

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My family

My 2 cats 😸

Lasagna (i could literally eat it every day)

Sunshine

Hanging out with my friends 🌸

sorry for the inactivity but I had my finals and they were fucking with my mental health 🥲

I will upload a new story soon I promise!!

Call Sign

John Price x fem!readerOC

Summary: John Price and your family find out his son’s new callsign.

Warning: sexual themes, swearing, not edited.

Authors note: Just a little fun fic to hold you all over while I write Part 2 of You found me :)

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Heavy boots and cool metal draped around his neck. The clinking of dog tags and rowdy laughter filled the rec room. It felt good to be home, on base with more than the familiar faces Jj had become accustom to. Newly twenty one and having more than his feet wet Jj was feeling like a true member of the British military. He had three years under his belt and a sparkling reputation of his own as a sniper.

A quick goodbye and he was off to go home to see his parents and his two little sisters. He’d been gone for months and had been dreaming of a home cooked meal and his own room back home. A place to do laundry and Jj knew you would pamper him by doing it for him.

He never bothered moving out once in the military unlike his father had back when John was a young man and enlisted. Unlike John, Jj had a good home life and felt safe in his home. It made things easier not having to rent a flat when he never knew when he’d be home next but living with his parents was getting old. You and John were both big fans of this because it meant you got to see your son a lot more than if he lived on his own. But you both knew this wouldn’t last forever since when Jj was last home he mentioned wanting to move out. His buddies on base also teased him for still living at home and since John was a respected Captain that didn’t help. They would tease Jj telling him to make sure he’s on his ‘best behavior while home with mummy and Captain.’

It was known Jj was the son of the notorious Captain Price. All of boot camp he was called ‘Nepo’ and resented the nickname because it stuck for years. It came out as soon as people heard his first and last name, not helping he was Jonathan Price Junior. Hire ups and peers were relentless, using his family history as a weapon against him, to try and break him. The worst were those of hire rankings than Jj or even John asking Jj if he too was going to be a pain in the ass and not follow the rules. Sighting John’s knack for bending the rules and having little consequences for it. They even belittled Jj’s accomplishment and equated them to the fact it was his father’s doing because John was someone who got what he wanted no matter what.

Last John saw of his son was a resentful goodbye before he was shipped out. The nickname had stuck and John knowing how harsh those in the military were had a feeling it would become his son’s call sign. It got under his skin as a father but knew even a whisper of disapproval would have that name sticking for life. Jj had proved in basic training that he was built for a life in the military. Coming out with the highest marks and best shot out of any of his peers. This only put more of a target on his back and the teasing became harsher because,

‘daddy clearly trained him.’

It infuriated Jj that no matter his successes he couldn’t outrun his fathers reputation. Even at first wanting to be a sniper felt like a pipe dream. It was driving him mad hearing

‘of course Nepo is following in daddy’s foot steps.’

It was causing resentment to build but Jj was wise enough to know it was misplaced but not quiet mature enough to do much about it. It was his choice to join the military and John warned him this would happen. That it would be harder for him because he was Captain John Price’s son. Jj had made a snarky comment the last night home at dinner referring to his father as ‘Bravo 6’ and calling him old and outdated. It didn’t go over well and you had to separate the two from a heated argument. Sending John downstairs to his office to cool off and practically begging Jj to drop the attitude.

You tried to comfort your son but you were met with a calloused ‘I’m fine’ and then a very tight hug before Jj left; choosing to not say goodbye to John. You blubbered like a baby later that night as John tried to comfort you but he was quickly turned on. You accused him of this all being his fault. That Jj’s choice wouldn’t have happened if John didn’t encourage it. You knew it wasn’t true, or at least there was an influence from your husband but not an outright push for this type of life. You struggled when Jj told you his decision and the trend continued when you realized no convincing could change his mind. Now you were wracked with double the worry for your husband and now son.

But tonight you were excitedly cooking for your children and ecstatic to have a full house again. Worry had left your mind because your little boy was coming home safe and sound. Evelyn was visiting home from university and Lily had helped prepare dinner. John was on base for the day and going to bring Jj home with him. He had been chuckling quietly to himself throughout the day at the thought of you springing out of bed that morning; bright eyed and bushy tailed. You were in an excellent mood and the reminder of how much you love your children had John swelling with pride. Now it was his time to go find his son and bring him home while you eagerly waited.

“How’s it been old man?” There was no doubting the confidence in Jj’s voice as he caught sight of his father. He was walking down the empty hall from the rec room to go find him and John was doing the same from the opposite direction.

“Not old yet, ya little shit.” John sniped back the two of them wearing the signature Price cocky grin.

They were dressed similarly and still looked alike, only Jj had your smile and complexion. Jj was in camouflage cargo pants, and a black t-shirt tucked in neatly. John was in beige cargo pants and an army green t-shirt. They both wore heavy dirty boots and brown hair cut short, only John’s was grey by the temples and the wrinkles in his skin not as prominent as Jj remembered.

“Mum forcing her night cream on you or something.” Jj teased as the two men bear hugged each other for a brief moment.

Jj was happy to see his father but couldn’t tell how John was absolutely beaming. John did an impressive job of hiding how desperately he missed his boy and how wracked with worry he had been. He’d lie his ass off if anyone asked if he’d checked up on Jj and knew the person who gave him the intel would never rat him out.

“I’m neither confirming nor denying that.” John gave his son a stern yet playful look through his eyebrows.

“Yeah, we both know she runs our ships.” The snarky humor was warmly welcomed as John patted Jj on the back and they began heading towards the car park.

“Have a good time on leave, Mag!” A squirly voice called. John checked over his shoulder wondering who Mag was considering they were the only two in the hallway; only to see Jj stick up his hand and wave.

“You too.” Jj called back and continued on his way.

“Mag? Like magazine? Or maggot?” John joked trying to seem indifferent but truly curious how his son had earned a new call sign.

“Better than Nepo.” was all Jj said choosing to ignore the origin of his new nickname.

“Now c’mon. Wh-“ John began to push but was cut off.

“It’s classified.” Jj quickly retorted mimicking what his father always said when he or his siblings started asking how Soap got his nickname.

“Ah, so that’s how it is.” With a hearty chuckle the two Price men made their way out to Johns truck. Taking the time to catch up and for John to hear how things were going for Jj.

Entering the car park Jj was surprised to see Gaz leaning against the front of John’s old beat up truck, scrolling on his phone. John let out a quick chuckle, Gaz and John both nodding as a hello.

“Hey, Gaz.” Jj was informal as Kyle was a close family friend. With a firm handshake there was a silence that begged the question.

Why was he here?

“Your wife invited me for dinner. Said I had no choice.” Gaz shrugged never being able to turn you down especially when you said you were cooking.

“Ah, but Simon has a choice?” John asked as the three men loaded into the car.

“She can’t be the boss of everyone. Ghost has his limits with her.” Gaz retorted as he took the front seat leaving Jj to sit in the back.

“Bet if Lily called he’d say yes.” Jj said under his breath.

“Of course, Simons got a soft spot for her.” John agreed earning a chuckle from Gaz.

“Something about Soap having a bond with her has to be the reason.” Gaz said a bit solemnly. It was known that Lily was Soaps biggest fan and she was truly devastated when he passed.

Ghost who never came around started stopping by every so often and would play cards or a board game with Lily. He’d tell her stories about Johnny and listen when she shared her own. Of course Evelyn and Jj hung around but it was obvious Lily took the news harder than her siblings and some part of Simon wanted to help her with that. Maybe it was because he was familiar with loss at a young age. Even if he never vocalized it. Soap and Lily were as thick as thieves whenever they were around each other and that loss could never be replaced but had people you least expected stepping up for your youngest child.

“Excited for your mums cooking, Mag?” Kyle joked hoping it would break the tension of Soaps name coming up.

“You call him bloody Mag too?” John asked wondering how this new nickname had circulated without him knowing.

“Ah you don’t know!? Your sons got quite the reputation.” Kyle was clapping his hands and letting out a deep chuckle.

“Alright, keep it to yourself.” Jj was snickering hoping to keep this from his father as long as possible. It felt good having some secrets even his father wasn’t privy to. There was no embarrassment he just didn’t want John telling you. Jj knew his dad would get a kick out of it as long as you weren’t in the room when he found out.

Looking through the rear view John saw his son trying to hide a cocky grin. That was enough of a hint that it couldn’t be for a teasing reason, Jj seemed proud of it. With that, John dropped it and continued on home.

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The sound of car doors swinging shut had you dropping what you were doing and jogging for the back door. You had just finished setting out the food with Evelyn and Lily who were both rolling their eyes at how excited you had been.

Bare foot and dressed in leggings and a faded t-shirt you were out the back door. Just the sight of your son, now a fully grown man was having you beaming like the sun. Seeing him back in your driveway without a scratch on him was all you wanted and what you got. John’s eyes locked on you, admiring how gorgeous you were and how beauty was never fleeting for you.

“Missed you.” Was all you could get out seeing the three men standing in front of you. Before you knew it Jj closed the gap and gave you a tight hug. He’d never admit it back on base but he was a mamas boy and truly did miss you.

“Missed you too mum.” Jj said quietly so only you could hear. He wasn’t as strong or stoic as his father and let it be known you were a pillar in his life. You pulled away and patted his shoulder trying your best to not over do it or smother him. It would always feel strange having to look up at your son instead of him being the ten year old boy that you could so easily wrap your arm around.

Quickly wiping away your tears you gave Kyle a welcoming hug.

“Thanks for inviting me.” Gaz said earnestly.

“Of course, you’re always welcome.” You were by John’s side now and before his welcome home hug you turned to Jj to shoo him inside.

”Dinners on the table so why don’t you go say hello to your sisters.” With that Gaz and Jj made there way inside so John could wrap you up in a hug and whisper words of comfort to help you keep yourself together.

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Dinner was going well and John loved having his family all under one roof. You were sat to his right with Evelyn in between you while he sat at the head of the table. Jj was to his left, then Gaz, while Lily sat at the other end of the table.

You cooked steak, potatoes, gravy, and vegetables and Lily made dessert. It was Jj’s favorite and with how much Lily loved cooking, making a dinner this big was no hassle with her help. Jj had told you all about his latest deployment and you did your best to be happy for him, fooling everyone at the table that you were struggling hearing about it. Thats when John told you he was finally going by a new nickname.

“Oh thank god. Nepo was such a mean nickname.” You said shaking your head in disapproval.

“Happy that’s over and done with. Now for some reason they’re calling him ‘Mag.’” John seemed just as relieved as you for that horrible nickname to be gone.

“Mag? Like a gun magazine? What, are you fast at reloading your gun or something.” You asked your son who shook his head in confirmation. You were the last person he wanted to know where the origins of his call sign came from. Kyle was chuckling to himself and so was Evelyn which caught you and John’s attention.

“No it’s not.” Evelyn interjected staring at her bother in teasing disbelief for lying. She was only poking fun having no intention on spilling the beans. Evelyn just liked to see her brother squirm a bit.

“Piss off Evie. Never know when to keep your mouth shut.” Jj shot back, his reaction ruder than expected.

It took you aback, you couldn’t help but whisper aggressively ‘Jj’ at your son. Kyle let out a surprised ‘Whoah’ and patted Jj’s shoulder as a sign that was too far. Kyle knew the origins of the name and didn’t see it as anything harmful it was just guys being guys. Juvenile.

“Oi, don’t talk to your sister like that.” John’s gruff voice dropped an octave and his blood pressure spiked hearing anyone talk to his daughter that way, it didn’t matter it was his son. Evelyn took a pause feeling her chest tighten with anger.

“It’s cuz he’s a chick magnet. Getting laid like crazy.” Evelyn said indignantly.

She wasn’t originally going to out Jj’s buisness but the fact he was so rude had her feeling vindictive. It stung because Jj knew Evelyn had just gotten dumped and that what he just said was her ex-boyfriends reasoning. To have her last failed relationship thrown in her face had her feeling no remorse for spilling Jj’s secret.

“This is why I shouldn’t tell you shit.” Jj hissed right back.

A silence fell over the dinner table as you and John both realized your oldest daughter wasn’t joking. It was so silent all that could be heard was the clock hands ticking away the seconds. The look on Jj’s face told you this was truly the reason your son had gotten his nickname.

John’s eyebrows had shot to his hairline and he had to blink a couple extra times as he digested what was said. If he was honest it was a pretty fucking funny callsign now he knew the story. There was no judgment from him, John was the same way in his early twenties. Looking over to you he saw you had turned tomato red having no clue how to react to the new found knowledge. It was obvious you were more embarrassed than anyone else, even Lily who had her mouth hanging open in shock. John knew you weren’t prudish and wouldn’t judge your son, you were just in shock. But what mother wanted to be privy to that kind of informations?

“Oh my god.” You whispered before placing your face in your hands. That was not what you were expecting or wanting to know about your son, even if he was a grown man. The table was silent, an awkwardness begging to be diffused.

Evelyn was sitting back in her chair seeming proud of herself. Gaz was continuing to eat like nothing happened and Lily quickly followed too, feeling like she was going to die from the awkwardness. Jj couldn’t look you in the eyes and John couldn’t stop staring at his son. This was par for the course for your family. It seemed like once a month someone had to do something that made a meal completely uncomfortable. You’d think you would be use to it by now but no. Your kids always managed to surprise you.

Jj wanted to throttle Evelyn. He made it clear on the phone he didn’t care about John knowing but you were to never know. Jj was pretty open to his dad about his relationships or lack there of. They were transparent with each other and it left Jj always feeling comfortable enough to ask for actual good advice from his father instead of his shithead friends.

But you? Jj could hardly admit he kissed a girl to you let alone was sleeping around. His father was so respectful of you his entire life that Jj could never in a million years dream of talking to you about anything not above board. Yeah some advice on asking a girl out or if he was dressed nice enough, maybe. But asking for advice on how to break things off with a girl or how to be clear he’s not looking for a relationship, was what he’d turn to his father for.

Jj could feel everyone but John avoiding looking at him. You were now refilling your wine glass and taking a large swig from it. The room was still silent only the scraping of forks and knives against plates heard as everyone continued to eat. The steady tick of the clock persisting. Looking to John Jj mouthed ‘what?’ because his father was still staring intently. John put his hands up and averted his eyes to his plate acting as if he’d never been staring at all.

“Darling, the food is amazing.” John had his eyes fixed on his plate, using his fork to point at the food. He cut a huge bite of steak for himself and then ate it, nodding his head in approval. There was another long pause before you broke the silence again with whispered words.

“You’re being safe about it right?” You barely got the question out before Jj was loudly groaning and Evelyn was laughing hysterically. Kyle had to cover his face with both hands as he tried his hardest not to burst out laughing from pure awkwardness.

“Jesus, mum! I’m not an idiot.” Jj looked at you harshly. His expression screaming ‘drop it.’

“Steaks cooked perfectly.” John added to the noise of everyone but you and Jj laughing.

“Sorry.” You said defensively. It felt like second nature just to be sure. Deep down you knew that if this was you and your father having this conversation at the dinner table you’d jump out the window. Hell, your father was so blunt about things you wondered how you never died of embarrassment.

“I mean, if you’re using protection there’s nothing wrong with-“

“Oh my god mum, please, stop!” Jj looked like he wanted to drop dead and part of him did.

This was mortifying and having Kyle wheezing with laughter next to him was only insult to injury. Even sweet Lily was laughing at him and the way his father was choosing to just ignore what was going on and talk about the food made things worse.

“Did you do something different with the gravy?” John was staring at you and you could only sigh out a bit of a chuckle at him.

“No, everything’s the same as always.” You smiled, finally giving in to your husband’s attempt of changing the topic.

“No there’s something different. Is it th-“

“You’re both so embarrassing.” Jj groaned out, going back to eating, much more aggressively than before.

“Not as embarrassing as having a callsign for being a chick magnet. Your future wife’s gonna love that.” John shot right back sarcastically, not tolerating anymore rudeness.

“I’m eating in my room.” Jj huffed out and got up, taking his plate with him.

“Better not be bringing girls here. Your mum might just faint.” John called after his son who responded by stomping down the hall and up the stairs. John got a kick out of that, finally breaking and laughing from deep in his belly. John and Kyle were now both howling with laughter at Jj’s misfortune.

“He’s the model soldier when deployed I forget he’s your kid sometimes.” Kyle laughed out.

“Grown and in the military but reverts back to being a teenager with us.” You chuckled feeling a bit bad that your son was so upset.

“You do the same with granddad. He had you stomping up the stairs last weekend too.” Lily teased and you nodded in agreement.

“Fair enough. No one can embarrass you like your parents.”

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“I mean, Mag? Cmon, John.” Your words floated through the air as you flopped back onto your king sized bed.

John was already sitting on his respective side, bare chested, and covers pulled up to his waist. He had his phone in had and by the concentrated look on his face you could tell he was playing that damn chess app again.

“He’s a handsome kid what are we gonna do?” Muttering a curse under his breath John let out a small frustrated sigh and put his phone down. You didn’t have to ask but knew he had just lost a match in the chess game he was addicted to.

“I don’t know but this is reminding me of your stories of being a slag at the same age.” You were still lying on your back, eyes fixed to the ceiling and legs dangling off the end of the bed.

“Let the boy live, he’s doing no harm and I know for a fact he’s respectful. And it’s not like you were the Virgin Mary when we met.” You could hear the snarky look your husband had plastered across his face.

Rolling your eyes you sat up and then crawled your way next or your burly husband. The years had been much kinder to him than he thought they would. John use to worry about looking like an old man far before his time but the wrinkles hadn’t set in as prominently as either of you thought and he liked to say it was because of you. You kept him young both at heart and physically. It also probably helped that after years of bugging him he finally had a skin care routine and used the creams you bought him. That and how you helped him with his anxiety and stress so much so that the scowl he was known for only came out at work and occasionally at home.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” The sarcasm was evident in your voice as you placed a sweet kiss to John’s bearded face. Your right hand came up and stroked the coarse hair.

“If I remembered correctly, I didn’t even have to take you out for dinner to get a shag.” As John spoke smugly, his right arm wrapping around your waist and tugged you into his chest. The two of you chuckled lightly, legs intertwining and free hands lacing together.

“You’re such an ass.” You joked, earning a squeeze from the love of your life.

“You knew that when you married me.” With a firm kiss to the top of the head John pressed his forehead against the crown of your hair. Breathing in deeply he filled his senses with your familiar shampoo and sweet smelling lotion.

“Still can’t believe he’s all grown up. I look at him and still see that little old boy with blue slushee all over himself after chucking it in that boys face. Then you took him out for ice cream.” The memory was one you’d never forget and back then you didn’t realize how fast time was slipping by. It felt like your children would always be that little and you truly missed those days of being a young parent and figuring things out together with John.

“Me too, darling. But he’s grown and we have to keep reminding ourselves that.” John’s arm tightened around you the pair of you sharing the same feelings. He too missed what it was like raising your children together and now your jobs were almost done and you both were having trouble grappling with that; you more so than John.

“Jj in the military, Evie in medical school. I’m gonna die when Lily goes off to university.” You sighed heavily hating that time was ticking and you and John were going to be empty nesters sooner than you liked.

“More like culinary school for Lil.” John sighed feeling the tightness of his waistband from not only your cooking but now Lily’s.

“You try those lemon bars she made?” Turning to look up at John he nodded looking almost guilty.

“Had four.” He said with a sigh knowing he was going to have to go for an extra long run in the morning.

You both sat there in silence holding on to each other. Life was happening too fast and you both felt like maybe, just maybe it would slow down just a bit if you held on to each other tight enough. Jj was twenty one now, Evelyn nineteen, and Lily thirteen. You so desperately wanted to turn back time and pick up your pudgy little baby boy one more time and have that feeling of being a first time mom again. You wanted to feel the horror of seeing the latest thing Evelyn climbed and your children’s faces when they watched Lily take her first steps. Without even noticing, John’s arms had wrapped you into and embrace as you quietly cried into his chest.

“They’re all good kids.” His deeply gruff voice whispered to you. One large calloused hand coming up to cup your cheek so he could stare into your beautiful eyes.

“Yeah?” You asked lost in John’s sea of blue.

“Yeah, you did a good job.”

“We did a good job.”

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Warning: Angst

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Thinking about John's ex-wife staying over in the guest room. You tried to be nice and respectful towards her but she pushed every single one of your buttons. You were annoyed at John for even allowing her to stay in the first place.

"I want her gone John"

"I know but it's just for one more night. I promise" he reassures you with a kiss to your head.

It wasn't just for one more night, in fact it was three. Three nights of her lurking around, flirting with your husband and he just sits there. Not saying a damn thing about it.

One night you had left the dining table in a huff when she said something about how your accomplishments aren’t as amazing as hers and it made a switch flip inside of you. You stood abruptly and looked over at John just to see he was eating his food without a care of what just happened. 

If John wanted her then it's fine. You really didn't give a shit anymore.

When John followed you ten minutes later, you had calmed down a little but when he wrapped his arms around you, the emotions of the entire week burst out.

"Go away John"

"Come on sweetheart, tell me whats wrong"

"What's wrong?" you laugh and turn around to face him "what's wrong is that your ex wife is still living under our roof, flirting with you and acting as if I’m scum of the earth" your eyes were full of fire and hatred to the woman who was probably listening on the other side of the door, with a wicked smile on her face - ready to comfort John with open legs arms.

"I've had enough and you clearly don't care! not once have you stuck up for me or kicked her out"

He was silent and you could feel yourself shake with the anger inside of you, that's when you blurted out something else.

"Do you still love her?"

"What? how can you even say something like that?"

"If you didn't have feelings for her and truly hate her how you've said to me many times you would've kicked her out already" you state and watch as he takes a step away from you, shaking his head in disbelief.

"Do you really think I love her?"

You don't say anything and he takes that as his answer before turning on his heel and leaving you alone in the bedroom.

Might write a part 2 idk yet

Can we normalize being quiet for no reason. No tension, no issues, just quietness. Simple.

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

frog chair

Ghoap x female reader / 18+

Everything was fine.

Your phone was quiet, but that didn’t mean anything. You would wait. You’ve waited before.

Sometimes it took a while for them to ring. They had a life together, a home, things to take care of. They had lives to rebuild every time they touched down, got home, got out of their work clothes. Pieces to patch, blood to wash clean.

You weren’t their girlfriend. They aren’t beholden to you, there’s no sacred vow tethering the three of you, no promises or pledges. You don’t know Johnny’s middle name, or Simon’s, anything about their families, their private lives. You barely knew about their jobs, only holding the scraps tossed to questions lobbed back and forth across pillows. They leave little marks across your mind, little spots of scars, knowledge scratched into your skin, sunk into your body, but never too much.

You weren’t a part of their life, really.

You were a part of the dark hours. The soft ones. You were in the orange rays of sunlight cresting over the city, and the emerald abyss of pitch black night. You were the flickering yellow street light, the grey blue smoke of Simon’s cigarette. The in between. Here in the moment, gone with morning.

For months, you had spent their time home pressed between them, folded beneath them, balanced above them. They made you sing. Made you scream, made you cry.

But most of all, they made sure-

you understood the status quo.

“Say it.” Simon cradled your jaw, thumb and finger full of steel, like he was oblivious to Johnny beneath you, his cock sliding in and out of your body, his fingers dug into the flesh of your hips, your back to his chest, eyes wide and mouth agape, Simon did not flinch.

“I- I’m not-“ a gasp, a groan, words bitten off when Johnny strokes faster, curved deep against the spot that makes you see stars. Sweat builds across your skin, slicking down your spine, and Johnny chases it, tongue sweeping salt clean. You swallow to try again. “I’m not- not yours.”

“Not ours.” Simon’s fingers wrapped around the engorged length of his cock, stroking leisurely, eyes half lidded. “You’re not ours, sweet girl. But we’ll take care of you, when you’re here.”

So, you fell into it. Fell into them. Got comfortable waiting for the phone to ring, going weeks or months at a time- holding your breath. You got into a rhythm, syncopated behind the swell of their voices, their bodies, their souls. Along for the ride. A passenger.

It was fine. You weren’t looking for anything serious anyway. Maybe someone to hang out with here and there, grab a drink, have some fun. All of these things, they gave you. All of these things were provided. Granted, you only went out with them to a dive around the corner, a dark, bottomless place with tar licked floors and worn away wooden bar. The kind with dusty stained glass pendants swinging over pool tables that have seen better days, wrought iron back patio furniture that squeaked when Simon would pull you onto his lap and hook the hem of your panties to the side to stare at your pussy, hungry and desperate glint in his gaze under the silver glow of moonlight. He’d flip up your dress and stroke you with the back of his knuckles, just the down the seam, cooing, telling you how lovely you look, asking how much you missed them.

They never took you out for meals, or dates, or anything like that. They kept you in bed, buried beneath them, wrung out, drained dry. They took and took and took until you had nothing left to give. They’d feed you, make you come, fill you up and put you to sleep. Rinse and repeat.

And it was all… fine.

Even tonight was fine. Johnny had emailed, said they were back in service range and they’d be around soon, if you weren’t busy. Typically, a phone call came later. Late, in small hours, when half the city slept.

So when you fell asleep to nothing, you weren’t surprised. They’d catch up with you.

They always did.

You didn’t hear from them the next day. You forced it away easily, didn’t let the unease nag at you, pasted a smile on your face for your friends when you agreed to meet them for dinner.

No strings. You’re not their girlfriend, you’re not theirs. You’re cool. It’s cool. You’re fine.

Besides, your friend had gotten a reservation at a very nice restaurant in one of those shiny new hotels that just went up.

You shoved the boys from your mind.

You were the cool girl. You were unaffected.

You’re fine.

“So how’s work?”

“Oh, it’s fine. You know, same shit different day.” You roll your eyes, touch light on the thin stem of a wine glass. The red is a shade darker than your nails, and your lips, and it tastes like sweet cherries soaked in acid. Stringent. Sweet. You’re about to reciprocate the question when the bulk of a man catches your eye, handsome width of a shoulder you’d know from a mile away.

Interest in your friend’s conversation evaporates, and your tongue turns tarnished, sticking in the back of your throat like an overgrown thorn.

It’s Simon. Your heart pounds, and you drink in the sight greedily, elated to see him outside of their flat, or in the bar. Thrilled to get a glimpse of him in the real world, in a restaurant, a real, tangible place, in a real, tangible moment.

“I’ll… be right back.” You manage, slipping from the both to the wall, openly gaping across a room full of diners. As he moves, you mirror it, coming closer and closer to a hallway, a lead off down to the bathrooms.

“Simon.” His name slips from your lips without permission, a build up of excitement and anxiety, all twisted into one heap that darts out in front of your intentions, your resolve. Not cool.

You expect him to be surprised, certainly. You expect to see that small spark, the little fire burning behind his irises, expect him sweep the length of your body.

You don’t expect the surprise to be blanketed with the white fog of indifference. The grey slab of a stone wall.

It confuses you. Startles you. And when you take a step-

Johnny turns the corner, an arm slung around the waist of a pretty, thin, blonde.

His lips part, brows knitting together in slow motion. The girl, their date, it seems, is oblivious. She only bats her eyelashes at Simon and then gazes up at Johnny, sweet and hopeful.

You turn cold. Your fingers go frigid, ice cracking through your veins and attacking your heart, slowing your pulse.

The room spins.

And you’re alone in it. Dining room chatter falls away, drowned out by the thrumming between your ears.

You’re alone. Alone, staring at them, trying to piece it all together, trying to breathe, trying to be-

Cool.

“I uh…” You teeter, precarious in your shoes that now feel like a mistake, like your dress is a mistake, being here is a mistake, getting up from the table-

You’re not their girlfriend. You’re not theirs.

“I’m just gonna… go.” You begin to backpedal. Johnny says your name, says it quietly, and takes a step, lurching forward, an animated corpse seeking its last meal.

“Bonnie, ye-“

“I’ll see you around.” You blurt, stepping back out of reach. Johnny’s fist clenches, and he casts a dubious glance towards Simon, who’s tense and focused on you. “See ya.” You croak, and then spin on your heel, trembling all the way out the door and into the cold, crisp air.

Very uncool.

WARNING!!!!

People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.

Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.