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I have accepted my fate in 141 Hell.
Key;
GN - Gender Neutral Reader
F! - Female identifying Reader
M! - Male identifying Reader +
A[F/M]AB - Whatever you want Reader to be
[[ TITLE / CHAPTERS ]] = Complete
SFW unless otherwise stated.
NSFW will be red and bold.
Currently: Updates will be slow until after my finals and national registry exams (Now through late Dec/early Jan) To add to this, I was dealt a pretty gnarly injury on the job by a patient so my hand is messed up. Data Broker 5 or Graves’ Sister 4/5? Or a mysterious third thing? Whatever doesn’t bully me and brings me joy while I get pounded into the dirt.
Ghost
[[ Flatmates (GN)]]
[[ Deserving (GN) P 1 \ P 2 \ P 3 ]]
[[ Medic (GN) P 1 \ P 2 \ P 3 \ P 4 \ P 5 \ P 6 \ P 7 \ P 8 \ P 9 \ P 10 \ P 11 \ P 12 ]]
Graves’ Sister (F!) P 1 \ P 2 \ P 3 \ P 4/5? ||
[[ I need to find you (GN)]]
[[ Friends-w-Benefits (GN)]]
[[ Classical Music (GN)]]
Data Broker (GN) P 1 \ P 2 \ P 3 \\ P 4 \ P 5 \
Gaz
[[ Pilot (GN) ]]
Soap
Cruise Idea??
[[ Fate Said “Too Bad” (GN)]]
Price
[[ Separated (GN) ]]
Ghoap
x Reader (GN) P 1\ P 2 \ P 3 \ P 4 \\ Johnny’s Death
[[ Zombie - Things we do for Love ]]
Task Force 141
[[ Sharing is Caring (GN)]]
MacexGhost Ft. Jealous Ex Graves Coming Soon to Degenerate Theatres near you.
{{Open to requests. I will not do hybrid, non-con, or incest.}}
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Ghost x Criminal Underground Data Broker Reader (GN) Pt 4/? It’s fun. Nobody stopped me, not even the gods. But they really tried this time. irl is still kicking my ass, but hey, Happy Honda Days! I managed to squeak in a little something to get this done, but again, no real editing if any has been done- sorry. After the 30th things should be a little more… normal? Hopefully.
Simon loves the fascinating and calming movements of jellyfish. So he takes Johnny on a date to the aquarium.
Collecting these rn
Ghost x Criminal Underground Data Broker Reader (GN) Pt 3/?
It’s fun. Nobody stopped me, not even the gods.
(imma be 100 with you all tho. I’m getting my ass kicked irl and so I have done no editing, and this was more just fluffy fiiler-ish vibes? I just really wanted the conversation that took place to happen, okay? It was essential to the plot. I needed it.)
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You hung up the phone with a satisfied smirk on your lips.
“Why are you like this?” Simon asked, catching you off guard.
“What?” Your smile vanished.
“How long do you reasonably suspect you’ll be able to weasel your way into getting what you want before one day, you can’t?”
You shrugged, “When you know what I kno–”
“Suppose one day what you know isn’t enough.” He snapped back, cutting you off.
“Then I’m right fucked, aren’t I?”
“Likely.” He took a sip of his drink, “Why do you do it?”
“Do what?”
“This.” He tipped his bottle towards your workroom. “Why?”
“I’m nosey and figured becoming an LA noir style PI would be too cliche.” you joked, he didn’t laugh, but you saw that faint grin.
“It’s certainly a reason. You could have gone Kate’s route.”
“I was born in this world, Simon. That isn’t something you just walk away from. You either embrace it and let it eat you away slowly or go down in flames before you have a chance to live.” A silence fell between the two of you, with a breath you whispered in a disgusted tone, “Forgive me, that I chose to live some sort of life before my early grave.”
“So, a bit of short term comfort over morals?”
“Is that really judgement coming from a man who commits war crimes on behalf of the same government that won’t clear his name and has him legally declared dead?” You barked back.
You bit your tongue on doing more than tip toe around the fact that that Simon was still the hanged man publicly for the murder of his entire family, something that the Euro suits could easily rectify, but haven’t. It was, likely, also a sore subject and while this was certainly the closest you two had come to anything resembling a fight, it didn’t need to turn into a global disaster.
“Just curious.” He shrugged, taking another sip.
“Well, go be curious about getting your toothbrush out of the washroom and grabbing my go bag so I can tear down my fortress.” You shooed him off, getting up yourself to stare at the monster of a task that laid before you. Breaking down your work station.
Which, surprisingly, only took about two hours to safely pack up what was needed and what could be left behind. You spent far less time packing your clothes and other personal effects that it really dawned on you how little you kept in the world, how so much of your life revolved around your work, around the SAS and the 141, around Simon.
“I want a puppy.” You announced, watching Simon’s head snap up from the kitchen and tilt before turning on you.
“You what?” he was studying you as if you’d just grown two heads and brows tightly knitted together.
“A puppy. We’re engaged, that’s what engaged people do. They get a ‘puppy for baby practice’ and then regret it once there is a baby, but I don’t see us having a baby anytime soon– unless?” You smirked, he shook his head with his brows furrowed even closer together. “Come on, I can get a black market baby today.”
“Bloody fucking hell, you can?”
“Yeah, they’re pretty cheap depending on–”
“No, stop.” He held up a hand, “I already know more than enough.”
“What if we did the hero version, you and your goon squad–”
“The 141.” He corrected, arms crossed and watched you carefully.
“That. You guys bust a black market baby ring and we take one home? Free baby!”
“Fuckin’ hell, what’s gotten into you?”
You didn’t want to admit just what had really messed with you; Him.
One day what you know won’t be enough, you can’t always blackmail someone into looking the other way or bribe your life away to skirt a prison sentence. Your entire life has revolved around this one thing, and the idea of it not being enough one day was terrifying.
What kind of life would you live if given another option? What kind of person would you really be if you could walk away?
What legacy, if any, would be left behind when your time was up?
You stared at Simon, still staring at you as if you’d lost your mind, and maybe you had. He was by the legal definition of the word considered dead and gone to the world, and his legacy was a lie built to hide the fuck ups of people beyond his reach. He deserved better. Did he care to have better because he knew the truth? No, but it bothered you.
He stood before you, alive and well, but tomorrow he could not and nobody but those who hide his reality know what he really did for them, for the people, for the world, and know his innocence.
It occurred to you then; if anything happened to Simon, you would expose everything to clear his name and absolutely lambast anyone who had a hand in his demise and hiding the truth away. No matter what the cost.
This thought made something deep in your chest ache as you stared into his warm eyes. They didn’t always look that way; they weren’t always so vibrant, relaxed, and alive as they were now. The way he looked at you made you feel more alive, relaxed, and vibrant. You hated it. It complicated too much.
“Nothing.” You lied, “Get me a damned puppy, or you’re coming home to a random baby one day.”
Simon sighed, “I’ll talk to Price.”
“That’s just a code for ‘No. not until you cause another international incident and we’re forced to’. It’s the Korstov situation all over again!” You huffed, sorting your luggage by the door.
“Are you comparing a puppy or stolen infant to a blender?”
“A juicer, Simon. Besides, is it really any different?”
“I–” he relented, “Suppose not. You didn’t have to take Roach hostage.” He grumbled, pulling on his backpack.
“That man made himself a hostage, I still don’t know how he got tied up in that utility closet.” It was actually impressive. You liked Roach.
Simon pulled on his mask, rolling his eyes and shoving you out the door. “Move before I start regretting this.”
The cold night air was unwelcomed as you hauled your essentials out of your flat and to the beaten down truck with a weather covering on the bed that Simon had to have scrapped off the set of some cheap horror flick. You loaded your bags in the back, Simon tossed his backpack into the back among your things and closed the tailgate.
So began what would be one of the weirdest road trips of your life.
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*damn*
some people think writers are so eloquent and good with words, but the reality is that we can sit there with our fingers on the keyboard going, “what’s the word for non-sunlight lighting? Like, fake lighting?” and for ten minutes, all our brain will supply is “unofficial”, and we know that’s not the right word, but it’s the only word we can come up with…until finally it’s like our face got smashed into a brick wall and we remember the word we want is “artificial”.
I couldn't remember the word "doorknob" ten minutes ago.
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This is just smut with no plot, reason, or… well, anything. I’m too busy to lock in on actual stuff, so enjoy this something unhinged my exhausted brain made instead.
NSFW. MDNI. pls.
TF 141 x Reader (GN)
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does anyone wanna hold hands until we feel a little braver
the reblog map is all of us holding hands btw
We are each other's night sky. No one is alone here.
night sky continues to get brighter. theres always people here for you
Made a painting of all of us “Holding Hands” <3
the fact that generative A.I. has created a completely new fundamental doubt in reality (checking to see if an artwork we see is manmade or not) and doubt in the instinct of enjoying art is unforgivable. its sickeningly tragic, and i mean it. NOTHING is worth this price and i hope that everyone will one day realize this.
um sorry for moaning when you stabbed me. it's been a really long time since anyone touched me like that
[shaking, pale, clammy, on the verge of passing out from shock] please canyuou put your fwngers in it