"Uh oh, she's furious..."
"Shouldn't we intervene-"
"No. She'll be done soon..."
König tensed up and held onto the steering wheel with his eyes glued onto your figure standing outside the kindergarten very audibly argueing with a child's mother.
To be fair, her child was the one making fun of your son because of his stutter. Ghost had already carried Marla back to the car as he deemed the conversation to be done before he heard you exclaim an enraged "What did you just say?!" behind him and returning to the woman.
Here they were sat now in the car waiting for you. König, Ghost & Marla all watching you fight with Archy in your hold.
Ghost's half lidded eyes watched you slowly put your son down before taking a few steps closer to the woman.
"Mommy is angry…" Marla observed from the backseat, getting a low hum out her father.
Ghost knew that he's not allowed to say it out loud, but he had already sensed why you were being extra smacky today.
You were PMS'ing.
Hard.
He already got a taste of your anger that very morning.
One might think that after confessing their feelings to one another and getting back together the night before, everything would be tinted in a soft hue of pink and covered in rose petals the next morning. Well…Whilst he did fall asleep with a purring angel in his arms, he woke up next to a whining beast hissing at him for (allegedly) stealing most of the blanket all night.
10 minutes after and you had turned into a hungry minx wrapping your arms around his neck and not letting go, too busy placing kisses all over him.
He knew what that meant.
A little gasp coming from Marla pulled him out his thoughts and he caught you stepping even closer to the other mum and raising your hands, alerting all his alarm signals.
"Alright, that's enough..." the Brit rumbled before getting up and hurrying out the car to rescue poor Archy next to you from any more cursing leaving your mouth (or possibly worse things happening.) As his injury still had him handicapped, he limped towards you in a trying pace.
"..., And you know what?! I'm fucking fine! Doing amazing, actually! I love my job, can you say the same about yours?!?,…”
Ghost took determined, steady steps towards you and carried Archy up in one fluid movement before towering behind you and glaring at the woman you’re yelling at.
The stranger shook her head and waved you off as she hastily looked for her car keys.
"You lot are what ruins this neighbourhood! Freaks! That's what you are, FREAKS!!! HOOLIGANS!"
"WE'RE NOT EVEN FROM AROUND HERE! NOBODY IN THEIR RIGHT MIND WOULD WANNA MOVE HERE! THIS NEIGHBOURHOOD IS LAME AS FUCK AND STINKS! SO IT DOESN'T SURPRISE ME THAT YOU---"
"Love, leave it. Let's go." The lieutenant interrupted you whilst pulling Archy's head towards his shoulder and placing his hand on the exposed ear to block the shouting from the boy's hearing.
“...,Fuck you! I tried being nice with you but you're all the same! Hear that some child's mother works in the nightlife industry and you're cackling all over like a bunch of dumb hens! I'm human too, you know?!"
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Red Rooms I Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader
FanfictionYou're an exhausted showgirl on one of many long nightshifts. What makes this one a little different? It's a certain scottish mans birthday and the one thing he wished for was to finish it off in a burlesque club with his fellow teammates. --- I'VE...
