He was never supposed to stay. Simon Riley was the kind of man people avoided in hallways-quiet, distant, always leaving before anyone could truly know him. The kind of neighbor Freya didn't expect to learn the sound of, or the rhythm of his life through a shared wall. And yet... somehow, she did. He didn't talk much. He didn't need to. She learned him in pieces instead-through repairs he didn't have to do, through the way he lingered a little longer each time he knocked, through the quiet ways he kept showing up when he didn't have a reason to. Simon didn't belong to softness. But he kept coming back to hers. A slowburn neighbor AU featuring Simon "Ghost" Riley, where domestic quiet turns into obsession, protection, and consequences neither of them are ready for.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝. ▨▨▨▨▨ Enemies to lovers. Grumpy x sunshine. Betrayal. Lies. Slow burn. One hell of a fight for a happy ending. ▨▨▨▨▨ call of duty: MWII & III fem!oc x simon 'ghost' riley buckiplier © 2023 ⋆｡°✩*️✮⋆｡°✩ I do not own the rights to any Call of Duty characters, only my own & the original plot to this story.

A Jujutsu Kaisen fanfiction. Ryomen Sukuna x Reader. Y/N not knowing her own identity, was taken in into Tokyo Jujutsu High. When the cruel King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna saw her, it unlocked some memories, not the positive ones. Memories which he did not want anyone to know about. T.W- Forced "doing it" , NSFW and Violence. Warning- Contain spoilers. You have been warned. Jujutsu Kaisen, a manga owned by Gege Akutami.

-Itadori Juuji and Y/N L/N are the two Vessels for Sukuna's power.- (Female reader) The story starts with the same plot as JJK but then lowk does its own thing "The higher ups wouldn't shut up about two special-grade cursed objects gone missing" Gojo sighs. "So, did you find them?" he says with a phone in his hands and a bag slung on his arm. "Umm...sorry but I ate one"Itadori says. "I-...I um.. ate the other one" y/n added. "...." Jujustu Kaisen does not belong to me and the pictures used belong to their rightful owners.

You were twenty when you fell into bed with Johnny "Soap" MacTavish-two weeks of training, too much chemistry, and a stupid almost-relationship he walked away from "for your own good." Seven years later, you're twenty-six, deep undercover as Makarov's girlfriend. You live in his penthouse, sleep in his bed, and feed every secret you can to the only person who knows what you really are: Kate Laswell. You know exactly who he is and exactly why you're there... even as the lines between survival and comfort start to blur. Seven years ago he walked away. Now he's on the scope, you're in Makarov's bed, and this time Johnny MacTavish is not letting you burn. 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

In a quiet apartment building, two neighbours lead seemingly different lives. One is a reserved lieutenant, shrouded in mystery and burdened by his past, while the other is you, a curious woman navigating the ups and downs of daily life. Though your interactions are sparse, with fleeting glances and near-missed opportunities for connection, you wondered if there was more to the man you called your neighbour. The days unfold and the distance between you both blurs, hinting at the potential for something deeper amidst the silence of your shared walls. (Afab reader) Much-needed note: When I say slowburn, I mean it. It's SLOWburn. If there was smut in this, I would have put a mature tag, but there is not, so don't read this just because you wanna read people smash. Began: 22-09-2024 Finished: 25-12-2024

As a specialist of war, you know how to keep your brother and his stupidities in check on missions. However, what you weren't prepared for was to be put in a team with him and a Lieutenant that has warnings written all over his mask. Unfortunately for the both of you, you're attracted to danger.

You've built an empire out of cozy vlogs, candid Q&As, and a million followers who adore how "real" you are-even when you're jet-lagged, spilling wax on your leggings, or eating takeaway in a hoodie. Manchester is just another work trip: collabs, content, and unboxings. But then you keep seeing him. The hooded masked stranger who passes you on rainy streets. He doesn't care about TikTok, doesn't ask for selfies, doesn't even tell you his name. He's steady, silent, and far too handsome for the mask and shadows he hides behind. 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

You've just moved into your new apartment in London, excited but a little overwhelmed by the change. However, everything starts to feel better when you meet your friendly neighbor, Johnny. As you two become friends, the connection between you grows, and it feels like it might turn into something more. But then there's Simon-Johnny's mysterious friend and colleague. And even after a rocky start, you can't help but feel there's more to him than meets the eye. Will your friendship with Johnny turn into something deeper, or will you let yourself fall into the arms of the mysterious man with a skull mask?

From a young age your father forced you into a life filled with death and destruction, turning you into a ruthless killing machine as an Al-Qatala soldier. Your mother always told you to do what was right, but it's been years since you've seen her, and your humanity was slowly slipping away. During a mission in Al Mazrah, you are captured by Task Force 141 and held for questioning. That's when you meet Simon "Ghost" Riley who seems to flip your world upside down. Stuck in a mental tug of war between right and wrong, as well as being forced to face the darkest parts of yourself, in the end, will you do what is right? "I know you will always do what is right, my sunflower." [Ghost x Reader] Follows the storyline of Modern Warfare II