Your life is gray, quiet, forgettable - you work an office job you hate and live in an old, tiny apartment you can barely afford in a shitty neighborhood. Your neighbor, Mr. Riley, is cold, quiet and impossible to read. He helps out a few times - carrying heavy boxes, fixing things - but never sticks around long enough for a thank you that he doesn't even seem to want. Every conversation ends in silence, every interaction feels wrong. Then his face appears on the news. He's not just unfriendly - he's a wanted fugitive, linked to multiple murders and armed robberies for which he wore a skull mask to hide his identity. Shaken but relieved he's gone, you try to move on. Until the news breaks that he has escaped. !!THIS IS A SLOW BURN.!!

When Simon returns home from deployment, the blaring TV next door is gone-replaced by the scent of warm bread and soft humming through the walls. You've just moved in: a bright, charming baker chasing your dream with a new shop down the street. He's guarded and quiet. You're sunshine and sugar. What begins with cinnamon rolls at the door slowly turns into late-night chats, quiet confessions, and something neither of you expected: comfort, healing... and the kind of slow-burning love that sneaks up on you. All stories are written by me and then edited in Grammarly for phrasing, spelling, structure, and polishing. This fic is intended for 18+ readers only and may contain mature themes, explicit content, and adult situations. Please read at your own discretion. I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS OR IDEAS FROM SORCE OF INSPIRATION

"And finally, Jax!" I scanned the crowd, searching for this 'Jax'. "Uh..." Gloved hands grabbed my shoulders and turned me around. Standing there was the rabbit I saw earlier. "'Sup, mousie," Jax said, leaning his body against my short figure-which reached up to his chest-placing an arm atop my head. I looked at my hands. When I moved my arm, the avatar moved along with it, black gloves moving at the same time as I did. Gently, I pressed my hands to my eyes, and- Nothing. The headset was gone. "What the @$_&." I clawed at my face, trying to remove the piece of technology. "Where did it go?" I pulled at my skin, trying to feel something, anything that was there, but nothing. Just skin. "Just keep pulling at it, it always works, mousie," Jax said, patting my cheek. I glared up at him. "Shut the @$&+ up." ~•~•~ The first thing I remembered when I came here was falling. Then I come here and I'm still falling. I bought some VR headset, put it on, and it cost me my future. Now, I'm stuck with people who aren't exactly people, an teeth-and-eyeball AI, and some annoying periwinkle rabbit. I've become a little muse of a mouse, supposed to be some sort of artistic inspiration. Yeah, right. But music is my safe space, and I was sent here with a flute and a purpose: to bring sound to the circus. I can either become the conductor or let people see me as nothing more than a statue in some museum. Ladies and gentlemen, the concert has started. ~•~•~ jax x fem!reader I AM SO SORRY IF YOU ARENT FEMALE ~•~•~ Start: November 26, 2023 Finish: November 30, 2024 Editing Finish: February 7, 2025 ~•~•~ cover credit goes to @RSpaceda!! ur an awesome artist and i could never :)

A story in which Ghost is obsessed with you, the reader.

**Simon "Ghost" Riley x You (Female named Harley)** You're a private military contractor who has been looking for Team 141 for a while now. You hope that by catching their best soldier, you can get the revenge you so desperately want. Are you going to be able to break him like you do the rest of the men you capture, or will you become submissive to him and do as he says?? **This story will be 18+ and it will be very detailed and gory**

'You heard it. The soft crying of a male and you knew who it was. Ghost, your Lieutenant. It was coming from the closet in the HQ hallways. His intimidating and harsh demeanor you'd always known had vanished as you heard his sobs. Hours earlier in the cafeteria Ghost had been targeted by some higher ranks for his 'snarky' responses You felt like there was gasoline pumping in your veins, fueling you and setting your skin on fire as you itched to make them hurt. You eyes glared and your jaw clenched as you wanted nothing more than to hurt those motherfuckers, humiliate them the way they had your Lieutenant." •Slow burning relationship. •Mature/offensive language. •She/her Pronouns.

As y/n is sent to work with task force 141 she is met with her biggest challenge yet, this mission and, trying to not catch feelings for her Lieutenant .

Operator y/n is a new recruit to squadron 141 and is being trained to accurately handle her duties. Everyone appears to be rather welcoming however, Ghost is not so easy to warm up to. "He must really hate me with the way he ignores me!" You think to yourself, picking at your nails as a distraction from your nerves. Although he is Cold and unapproachable he is put in charge of you for your first couple weeks until 141s upcoming mission.

CW: Smut Drug use/references 3some If you're uncomfortable with these subjects I suggest you read something else :]

"That's it." You say as you press your palm to Eddie's with fingers intertwined. "We're always going to be together, best friends for life." You and Eddie had grown up together, your status as best friends sealed with a blood oath. Nothing could break the bond you shared, all your ups and downs survived together. Now it's two years since you last saw your best friend and damn does he look good. None of the supernatural elements come into play from Stranger Things, so it's just Things. Obviously the characters of Stranger Things do not belong to me. Warnings for: Strong language, sexual themes/smut, talk of abuse & alcohol abuse. Drug use.