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SFW alphabet with SIMON RILEY

warnings: mental health, scars, insecurity, not proofread, i got lazy towards the end too lmao

summary : justtt a sfw alphabet with our fav boy simon riley

a/n: im literally forcing myself to post cod content but im rlly thinking about some hamilton fics, i just watched it the other day and i am OBSESSED BRAH. let me know if u guys would want some of that

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

actions. speak. louder. than. words.

i headcanon simon riley as like really touch starved, and he doesnt even know it. he just constantly yearns for your touch. when

i imagine simon riley constantly kissing your forehead (because of the height difference)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

you would be a nurse at the bases and he would just make any and all excuses to see you (because he just truly thinks you’re so beautiful). whether its some weird leg pain or a bruise “thats not going away” (its been there for an hour) he’ll come over to see you.

you would get along well, with you asking about his goals in deployment, friends, life back home, etc.

you guys would slowly become good friends, with him missing you more and more everyday. he’d bring you little gifts and you’d give him sweets and stuff from the nurse’s office.

eventually, simon would have to stop going to you so often so price doesn’t get suspicious but he still keeps an eye on you from afar, and you know it, he still comes at least once every few weeks.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

ugh simon is SUCH A CUDDLER he doesn’t even realise it at first too he doesn’t even know he needs it until its a very cold day in winter, after you guys first move in together and you just scoot over to him in the middle of night when its freezing and just hold him as you bury your face into his chest. he is as still as a rock but slowly eases into it and now, cant handle not cuddling with you. every single night. when he’s off on deployments, he hugs his pillow, letting his head rets on the mattress instead because the pillow is the closets thing he’ll have to your body.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

i have two ideas for whether or not simon would want to settle down with like kids. either he wouldnt want too based on his childhood and out of fear he wouldnt be a good father and just isnt bothered, or, he’d want to have kids because it shows how you are his. because we all know damn well this man is possessive af.

i think simon is pretty good at all that domestic shit given the fact he had to fend for himself for so long, but he would prefer you to cook because he doesn’t know so many recipes (he spent years without you eating ramen and plain toast)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

he definitely wouldn’t break up with amazing ol’ you but if he had too, either he would just be really cold about it to help you move on as fast as you can even though he’s literally dying inside cus he doesn’t wanna do it or he would just go on deployments and bury himself in work and be really distant so you would break up with him first

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

i think commitment is a big thing for simon (as i said, possessiveness) but also really knowing someone and trusting them is a big thing for him. he would want to get married asap but would also wait to know everythinggg about you like how you act when youre mad and stuff. when he knows and is sure, he will let his guard down and propose first 100%. he would probably want to get married a year into dating you but would hold off for another few years to make sure. but best believe he’ll be thinking about it

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

you’d be surprised. for a man as big and burly as simon, he is very gentle especially with you. he’s got rough hands, but will so delicately hold you, as if you’re made of glass, and wont let the roughness get to you. him in no man’s land and him in the comfort of your guys’ bedroom are two different people.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

simon wouldn’t hug often, i just cant imagine it like a proper hug with all-dat. i think he would defo give you a massive hug when he gets back from deployment, scooping you up into hid arms and spinning you around like a doll, but other than that, nothing more. i can imagine him hugging you from behind while you’re washing the dishes tho

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

oh my god SO LONG. IT WOULD TAKE. SO. MOTHERFUCKING. LONG. he is really scared to admit it even to himself that he loves you because he’s so afraid to let his guard down like that. eventually when he realises it, he wont tell you but he will truly act like he does. then just one day, probably after deployment, when you’re telling him all the stories of things you did while he was away, he would just blurt it out while you’re talking

“and then i told the saleswoman, i’ve signed my email up, i do-”

“i love you”

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

as i said like a hundred times, simon is super possessive. he get jealous really quickly, also especially knowing he cant be there to protect you from random creeps on the street when he’s off on his deployments. he always makes sure he’s there to sort anyone out when you guys are together like getting food and shit. anyone looking at you in the wrong way, he wont forget their face.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

lots of kisses on the forehead, no matter y’all’s height difference. i feel like he doesn’t make out with you a lot but he’ll give you really long, soft kisses just whenever. i feel like a lot of people make simon out to be like rlly rough especially with kissing but i feel like he’s just really gentle especially with someone he loves

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

he thinks children would be scared of him because of how big and towering he is, especially with his mask, but you’d be surprised. many think he’s really cool, with lots of little boys thinking he’s some kind of superhero. however, he doesn’t spend a lot of time with kids obviously, most parents hold their child closer to them when they see simon.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

simon is definitelyyyy not a morning person. mornings with him would be filled with cuddles, laziness and eventual groaning as he realises its been 10 minutes since his alarms gone off and he’ll drag himself out of bed, muttering about wanting to sleep.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

he falls asleep so fast literally. he’ll close his eyes and after two minutes he is SNORING. FAST ASLEEP. i can imagine him being a rlly heavy sleeper and also talking in his sleep ?? do y’all see my vision he’d be like mumbling shit like ‘soap i love you’ and you’re just lying in his arms like 🤨🤨

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

omg he is NOT OPEN he is so secretive like you barely know anything about him. he will know everything about you but you don’t even know his favourite colour- and its not because you don’t try, but because he’s just so secretive. eventually though, he’d open up to you a bit about his childhood, warming up to telling you about his dad, about his life before tf141.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

he is easily angered but not by stupid things. simon is an unlucky man so he just cant hide it sometimes, especially when it comes to you. if theres some idiot trying to get your attention when you guys are out he’ll be so pissed. hearing that something bad happened to you or that gaz got injured or that he has to go on a deployment on short notice would piss him off royally.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he remembers everything. if you say you like something, like a food or a dress or a pair of shoes, he’ll remember it and find any opportunity to get you it. he’s knows all your triggers, your backstory, your hobbies, your friends, your exes, your childhood, everything he has stored in his brain.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

when simon got home from his first deployment, he looked like shit. he had a massive bruise on his cheek, swelling and purple and ugly. it was pressing so badly against his mask, and he just felt sick. he felt faint and unwell and hungry and needed a shower and REEKED OF DEATH. when he got home, he hugged you and then went to take a shower as you prepared some food for him. when you heard the bathroom light switch off and the door open, you turned around and saw him leaning against the door frame, his shirt off revealing all his scars littered across his chest and his mask off. he had a deep sad frown on his face, knowing your reaction was going to be unpredictable. he didnt remember the last time he showed anyone his face. you were bewildered. your eyes widened and your lips parted and you forgot about the food on the stove behind you. he saw your expression and thought “she’s not the one, why the hell did i do this?” until you approached him, rested your hands on his chest and smiled as you peered into his eyes. you kissed him on the cheek and after weeks of fighting and exhaustion, he was finally at home. not the house he was in that had his and yours pictures all over the walls, but with you.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

you guys wouldnt go for dates outside, opting for more privacy with movie nights and cooking, but that doesnt mean he wouldnt put in all his effort. best believe there’d be flowers, your favourite snacks and the whole house would be clean for you guys to just enjoy.

he knows that after a long day at work with your shitty coworkers, a nice clean house is something that you’d need. he’d make sure all the dishes would be clean before giving you some of last nights leftovers. its the small things

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

he doesnt do laundry. he just cant. hes not bothered.

he leaves his socks EVERYWHERE especially after work he would just climb into bed, kick his socks off and leave them on the bedroom floor.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

simon is really insecure, with his body being covered in scars, he just hates it. he barely ever lets you see him, but when he does, he just feels embarrassed. not only from his scars, but that a man is afraid to even let his s/o look at his body.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

everyday he’s without you hes incomplete literally on deployment he feels so weak and helpless without your love

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

whenever you mention a hobby you like or something you like watching, he watches/does it aswell. like lets say you like crochet, he’ll watch a dozen videos on it then try to do it himself. then he fails but then talks to you about it, impressing you with his knowledge.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

in a partner he wouldnt want someone who doesnt understand struggle. he’ll feel like if you grew up in a picture-perfect household, was a star in highschool and flew your way through college and have never had struggle a day in your life then you wont understand him as a person and that it just wont work out.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

sometimes he’ll accidentally crush you, like you guys will be cuddling then he rolls over on top of you and suddenly you cant breathe and are gasping for air and whispering ‘simon.. simon i cant breathe’

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day ten!!!! waow!

finally charts!!! i love chart memes

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Y/N in Baldwin's time: I need to fit in if I want to survive here

*starts learning her way around the court of 12th century Jerusalem*

Baldwin in Y/N's time: I need to fit in if I want to survive here

*gets in frame, ready to film one of those 'English words my foreign boyfriend can't pronounce' tiktok videos*

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Do y’all ever reread an old unpublished fanfic you wrote and then get invested on the storyline but get sad because you never wrote the next part of it, just me?

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i am in DESPERATE need of more daveed diggs fanfics. if you know any, pls tell me asap i am goinf insane this man is gorgeous i'd do anything to get even CRUMBS.

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already posted this on tiktok but u guys should see it too 🥺

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THOSE GUYS WHO simply get hard off of kissing you. like when you’re about to go to the store and you kiss him a little longer than 2 seconds, you’re gonna wait because he refuses to walk to the store with a boner.

+ john l, phillip h, choso k, eddie m, atsumu m and all your other favs <3

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modern!john laurens definitely yells “GYATT” whenever he sees you

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already posted this on tiktok but u guys should see it too 🥺

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i am in DESPERATE need of more daveed diggs fanfics. if you know any, pls tell me asap i am goinf insane this man is gorgeous i'd do anything to get even CRUMBS.

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TO LOVE A DYING GOD

the tired sigh that left baldwin’s mouth told you everything he was thinking as he ran a hand through his flaxen hair. you saw strands of his once golden locks being taken out by the simple, gentle movement. you frowned watching him so stressed and frail.

that day in court wasn’t a good one. the stories of the young leper winning against saladin in the battle of montgisard were repeated as the 21 year old king sat on his throne, listening as ‘his loyal men’ compared the ill king to who he used to be. leas sick. stronger. had feeling in his arms. he couldn’t control it, he couldn’t understand why he was expected to lead an army like how he did in his youth. how was this fair?

you watched as he furrowed his eyebrows, staring up at the ceiling of yours and his chamber. he muttered something under his breath and shook his head. he seemed to be so lost in his own thoughts, he didn’t realise you peering at him, staring into his electric blue eyes. his eyes were the only thing untouched by the illness. sharp, glacial, impossibly alive in a body slowly dying. you felt such pity for him, even though you’d never admit it to him. to be blessed so fast as king, then come crashing down with a diagnosis. suddenly, he turned his head towards you. his gaze held centuries of pain stuffed in a boy’s body. the blanket you were both under shuffled.

you two looked at each other in silence as rain began to pour outside, pitter-pattering on the window, leaving cries and thumps from the raindrops into the air. you knew baldwin could see the sadness and sorrow for him you felt, but he didn’t say anything. the only sounds that could be heard was the rain and the soft breathing from you both.

baldwin could never have the strength to tell you how lonely he felt - the pain of the fact you would be a widow soon was too much for him to think about. everyone thinks of him as a sickly man who was once victorious in battles, but to him, he just wants to be a boy, who isn’t afraid to touch his own wife.

you brought your hand up to his, holding it limply. you knew he couldn’t feel it because of the nerve damage, but you could feel it. and that was enough.

you couldn’t prepare yourself for what he was about to say.

“would you still love me if i weren’t king?”

your eyes widened slightly. is this really what your husband thought of himself? is this what he thought of you?

your heart broke instantly. the look in his eyes was enough to make you cry. the way his red, usually sharp eyes softened into sad, puppy ones as he waited for you to answer his question shattered you instantly. you thought of how everyone thought of him as some once divine warrior-king who peaked in his teenage years, but deep in your heart, you knew he was still the 14 year old boy you had met once in a garden as beautiful as the ones in eden, seeking approval and aching for love he was afraid to receive.

“i love the parts of you nobody else sees. i see you beneath the crown and the mask you use to hide yourself” your voice cracked, tears welling up in your eyes as you whispered “i do not love you because of your crown. i love you because you hear the things i do not dare to say out loud. i love you because you let me see the parts of you you have rejected and let me show you how much i love them. i love you because you are baldwin. not king baldwin.”

his eyes welled with tears as well, and you saw that little boy again from years ago. “then how can you bare to watch me fade away before your very eyes?” he sniffed. a tear snaked down your cheek, and you quickly wiped it from your face. you had to be strong. for him. for baldwin.

“loving you is like standing before a dying fire. you know it will end, but you still sit beside it, because you know such sweet, tranquil warmth like that will never come twice.”

you two are silent after that, but he allows you to cradle him with his head buried in your neck like how you guys used too. when he was not afraid of passing on such a terrible disease to you. but for now, he wished to be selfish. because he needed your warmth like the fire you received from him. you dont cradle him because he is a king, but because hes a human. fragile. fighting. still capable of being loved - no matter what he shall think.

“you make me forget i am dying.” he whispers. you kiss the top of his head before he lulls to sleep, and suddenly, you think, “maybe everything isnt so bad”.

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y/n stood proud in front of the boy king, shyly smiling as she lifted the paper up. it would be the first time she would ever read her love poetry to him, after months of him having to read them himself because she was too nervous. her heart thumped in her chest as she met his gaze. he looked love struck, lying on his side in their chamber as he smiled with lazy glee, and his eyes twinkling like stars as he watched how the candles casted shadows upon y/n’s face, changing and morphing with each change of her expression. she was like an angel to him. her seraphic features were a delight to look at, and her voice was as sweet as a comfit as she spoke.

“thine eyes are stars beneath the veil of night,

silent in their brightness, yet louder than all words.

when they rest upon me, the world stills,

and i forget the weight of time.

i would trade a crown, a kingdom,

even the gates of heaven,

to stand beside thee

and call thee mine.”

the soft murmur of her voice reciting the enchanting poem just made baldwin love her even more. “my beautiful rose. you never fail to make me feel most loved.” he whispered, looking into her eyes with such loving desire he could burst into flames.

once upon a time, he dreamt of a lover whom could show him her longing for the boy. now he had that lover. and was not going to let her go.

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MA MEILLEURE ENNEMIE SIMON RILEY

based of the ‘lovers to rivals’ storyline of jinx and ekko from the series ‘arcane’ if you are HELL BENT on no spoilers for arcane, dont read!!

warnings : mentions of suicide, lovers to rivals trope, reader is a traitor to tf141, angst, beating, killing yk obvi

- you and your once-lover, simon ‘ghost’ riley, re-unite, but not in the way either of you had ever hoped.

the rival between you two was famous between the opposing teams.

the look of pure love and admiration once in both your eyes when you looked at eachother, now replaced with a cold, agitated glare.

but the way your body tensed up when you heard the name, simon riley, was what really got everyone going.

makarov’s shadow stretched upon the walls as his hands lingered over the paintings that scattered around the room. the glass of them reflected off the dim, cheap light in the meeting room, that flickered every few minutes. “the history.. you two have. is it still of any use?” his voice was slow, and you knew what makarov was trying to get you to agree too.

“i wouldnt want to talk to him. its a waste of time, this meeting, sir. captain price could tell him the same thing and he wouldnt agree.” you said, a sharp exhale leaving your mouth. “very well.” makarov’s voice was pointed, and you could tell he wasnt exactly pleased with your answer. not that you could care though- in your eyes, simon wasnt worth your time. but was it the same in your heart?

you stood up and went, the floorboards creaking under your weight as you got up. the dim lights in the meeting room captured your legs’ movements as a looming shadow whilst you turned the door handle and closed it behind you.

your mind flashed to the image of your once- lover. his brown eyes softer when he saw you. the way he would fumble on the battle field when he heard your voice on the comms. the way, sometimes. you missed him.

you remembered the way the task force would tease you two when you had been lovers.

“simon, shes your missus. dont be shy.”

the cheers of the boys’ agreement to price’s statement echoed in the empty safe house. continuous hours had been spent here in this room, joking and shitting around because there was quiet literally, nothing better to do. simon’s eyes, the only visible part of his scarred face, rolled. your quiet giggles as the commotion continued were heavenly sounds to simon.

chuckles escaped everyone’s lips as he grumbled, standing up to give you a kiss on the crown of your forehead. roars of laughter and cheers bounced off the walls. they were all like a family to you.

the family you once had.

they didnt know you were a traitor at that moment.

the memories plagued the back of your head as you walked to your barracks. the next mission you had was extra special- and you knew it was no coincidence that makarov had chosen you for this mission.

you had to sneak into the task force’s safe house over the border of georgia and ukraine. it was a difficult mission- practically suicidal to go through with due to the high stakes, travelling, and of course, task force 141. but you knew only the best, most trusted soliders of makarov’s would be chosen for this task. you knew this was a big deal, and you werent gonna give this opportunity up.

you sat on your thin mattress, your palms digging into your thighs as you thought of how you were slowly forgetting simon’s voice. the deep, gruff voice that soothed you to sleep so many times when nightmares embedded themselves into your head. almost forgotten.

your cracked lips parted as you thought about johnny, kyle and price. how they would kid around with you, treating you like your younger sister. the friendship you had with them was something special- but you couldnt let it happen. after all, it was your destiny to be a traitor.

your eyes scanned the room. the familiar scent of it was nothing new to you. the small cracks in the walls where the ceiling met the wallboards had paint barely clinging to it, and they just waiting for an opportunity to fall. your eyes landed on your sneakers, and old pair, from years before. they still fit, so you decided to just keep using the pair. but that wasnt the only reason.

the fairy lights shone in the dark sky, an embracing contrast. the slow french song blared from the speakers, drowning out most noise. most noise.

simon’s lips tickled your ear as he leaned into your scent, his mask lifted just above his mouth. his face showing was something only you and the task force could see, even if it was only the bottom half, and the scars that littered his jaw were something that truly showed his vulnerability around the people he trusted. you knew simon wouldnt just let anyone see the most sacred parts of his face, but he could trust you. or thats what he thought.

your heart thumped against your chest as you laughed at the cheesey, not at all funny jokes he whispered in your ear. over his shoulder, simon could see johnny and price drunkly giggling at kyle chugging whiskey. ouch. that would definitely come back to bite his ass tomorrow.

your sneakers stepped on his feet as you adjusted to the dance, mumbling a ‘sorry’ as you moved yourself away a bit. simon’s arms, which were wrapped around your waist, allowed themselves to squeeze tighter around your figure, trying to keep you as close to him as possible. “stay close to me.”

the moment felt long lasting, and the feeling of simon gently swaying you to the music made your heart thump harder around your chest. you were lost in your thoughts and love for him until…

“get a room!”

johnny’s voice boomed over the speaker just loud enough so you and simon could hear him. the cackle leaving your lips left your cheeks hurting, as you threw your head back in joy. simon chuckled, his lips curling up slightly. but his eyes werent on johnny, and it wasnt his annoying joke that made him laugh. the look of you genuinely enjoying yourself made him pleased. as if, all the pains he’d been through were worth this moment.

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the safe house was cold and damp, and the chilly winter air snipped at your nose. you and your team had decided to split up, and your gun was clenched tightly in your hand, the sweat on your palm rubbing uncomfortably against the cold metal. you slowly let yourself creep around the walls of the desolate, but large, building. the large, glass-shattered paintings looked glossy as the moonlight shone against them. the peeling wallpaper were, most definitely, years old. your free hand rubbed against your jaw, the anxiety of the situation clear as your gut twisted every step you took.

then suddenly, you heard it.

a voice, sharing their bold opinions.

a voice, so familiar.

a voice that, once guided you through painful losses.

the voice of your once-lover.

you tip toed slowly to the direction of the melodic phonics leaving simon’s mouth, your gear shuffling against your vest every time your foot gently touched the ground. your breath hitched as the sound got louder the closer you got the furthest door. your eyebrows knitted and furrowed, as the voice you had once almost forgotten, was now in your ear. you could hear other voices in the background aswell, familiar too. the scottish accent and the voices of your father-figure and best friend let themselves revel in your head as you gently pressed your ear against the door. could it really be them?

then it all stopped.

you could hear a clatter coming from the other side of the house, echoing through the ripped wallpaper and cracked walls. you could hear a meek voice on your comms from your teammate, announcing that you guys had to run.

your footsteps guided you backwards slowly, until you were full on running, sprinting out of the house. suddenly, the long corridor to the exit seemed so far, and the paintings of people laughing and sipping wine taunted you as your feet picked up the pace, pounding against the ground.

you knew the task force had heard it, because if you could, theres no way that they couldnt. you reached the end of the corridor, but the door was locked. you fumbled with the knob, pulling and twisting until it damn near came off. you could barely hear anything over your wild panting, and you could only think of who was going to open that door. would it be price, the man you thought of as your father? could it be kyle, the man who trained you and gave you all the jokes you had now? or would it be your once-lover, simon, the man you once talked about marriage and children with?

you wiped your still-sweaty palms on your clothed thighs, before trying to jiggle the knob again, your desperation seeping through your, usually, stone cold appearance. you swapped your gun to your other hand, using it to try and pull the door open.

your pants and quiet pleads were pathetic, honestly. you kicked the bottom of the door, praying that the wood was moulded and would be easy to kick open. but you remembered that life wasnt so easy.

over the sounds of your heavy breathing, you could hear the faint sound of the door on the opposite side of you open with a slow ‘creeeeaaaakkkk!’

you could feel your heart practically sink.

you slowly turned around, your eyes laced shut, not ready to see who was standing before you on the other side of the hall. you could barely hear anything over the sound of your heart thumping against your sternum, as if it was trying to escape.

your eyes opened.

the tall, broad man with brown eyes was the harsh welcome you were met with. simon’s eyes, once so kind and forgiving to you, were empty and glaring.

a small laugh escaped your lips, realising the gravity of the situation. you got caught. it was the first time simon had seen you since you disappeared.

you remembered leaving in the middle the night for makarov’s helicopter when you found out there was written evidence supporting the fact you were a traitor. nobody could risk you being tortured, especially since you were such an asset to makarov.

your eyes creased as you let your lips curl upwards, pressing into the sides of your face.

“my best enemy,” you chuckled. “im here to greet you!”

your words were cruelty said, and the tone of amusement masked how nervous you truly were. a snicker pulled itself out of your mouth, reverberating at the back of your throat.

“why’d you do it?”

simon’s voice was no longer the sweet, melodic thing it used to be. now, it was harsh, unforgiving and unwelcoming. jeez, you thought, is this even simon?

“you know what they say,” you took a step forward, a chuckle leaving your lips. “keep your enemies close.” a wicked grin cast itself upon your face.

simon lunged towards you, but not in the way someone would a hug.

the wild look in his eyes. you knew he wasnt fucking around.

he tackled you to the ground, practically flying onto you. his, already battered, fists landed themselves onto your face, smashing themselves into your cheeks and mouth, wiping the crooked smile of your face.

the face he once kissed.

the face he once loved, so dearly. trusted so much, when everything seemed so impossible. the face he took pride in showing off, flaunting you practically everywhere.

the smile he once loved, was replaced with the smirk of a devil.

simon looked down onto your, already bloody, face. the crimson leaked from your busted lip and your nose. your mouth was like a mirror of the glass-shattered paintings on the walls, but instead of a little smile, you had an afraid wince casted upon your features.

the look of fear in your eyes was almost impossible to ignore. you let simon’s deep brown eyes meet yours, and the hateful, malicious look on his face softened so quickly into one of hesitation and regret.

he watched the blood trickle down your chin as you whispered a ‘please’ with the strength you still barely had in the moment. after all, simon’s punches werent some shit to giggle at.

his eyes met yours, and he practically melted. the memories flooded back to him, you could tell.

but he didnt know about how your gun was still in your hand, and how it was basically lingering behind his back.

the worst to both of you, was, indeed, you and i.

ma meilleure ennemie.

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REACTIONS WHEN READER CALLS THEM ‘BRO’

includes simon riley, kyle garrick and johnny mactavish!!! i wanted to include price but didnt know how too sorry guys😭😭😭😭

simon is appalled. you, the sweet love of his life whom he’d let into his heart, calling him bro? he stares at you in disbelief until you speak up again. ‘okay bro…’ stares in shock ‘si, darling? everything okay?’ ‘mhm.’ will never bring it up unless you do. he’ll go to the task force and say ‘she called me bro. wot does this mean??’ bless him😭

soap is slightly taken aback. he raises an eyebrow like 🤨 until you chuckle when you realise why he was making that idiotic ahh face. you’ll say it to him CONSTANTLY now because you find it hilarious when he looks at you like you just said something horrifying weird. ‘sorry, bro’ 🤨🤨🤨 ‘bro, i hate work’ 🤨🤨🤨 ‘broooo’ 🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨🤨

gaz will love it. he’ll find it cute that you guys can call eachother casual nicknames because it shows you think of him like a friend. first time you say it, he’s smiling quite giddily and will defo think about it when he’s drifting off to sleep. the next day, he’ll greet you saying ‘gmorning, bro’ until it becomes the norm for you guys to greet eachother like that.

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RANDOM HEADCANONS COD MEN

warnings : suggestive

- i love the gaz one i wrote for this hes so underrated and cute, i need to start writing for him

tomorrow my birthday!! very happy

- includes task force 141 (kyle ‘gaz’ garrick, johnny ‘soap’ mactavish, simon ‘ghost’ riley, john price), könig and keegan p. russ

gaz would be obsessed with subway surfers. 2am, you hear him raging beside you in bed. ‘kyle, baby, what happened??’ ‘i was so close to beating my highscore!!’ it becomes a full on addiction. its unhealthy. its truly frightening to see your kind boyfriend become a man possessed when he looses. but its all worth it when you see the glint in his eye when he says ‘i beat my high score, y/n, look’ and showing you his phone all proud awww hes so cute im crying omgomg

soap would most likely be obsessed with some random popstar. im thinking ariana grande. he would constantly tell you facts about them, ‘did you know that ____ used this inspiration for this album cover?’ and, for his birthday, you’d HAVE take him to one of their concerts. im just imagining his face when he sees the online tickets, his jaw dropping and him kissing you all over saying ‘thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou’

keegan is such a dog person. he loves dogs. whenever he sees one, he always gives it a treat and plays with it. especially after working with an animal as reliable and loving as riley, he wants to have a dog with you. sometimes, when you guys are out shopping, you’ll go see the pet store with him and play with the animals there. while you’re talking to the fishes, he’s with the dogs. while you’re separating two kittens from play fighting, hes with the dogs. speaking of kittens, i feel like he loves black cats aswell. hes so totally black cat bf omg

könig loves minecraft. will always play it- usually in creative mode so he can make a universe for you and him where you guys have lots of farm animals and cats. he most definitely is on the verge of tears when one of his wolves die, and you have confront him and tell him to take a break from playing for a minute. has beat the game hundreds of times but will never ever get bored of it. sometimes you play with him and you pick flowers for him while he actually focuses on killing the ender dragon.

ghost is SO SO good at bowling. he’ll recommend going on bowling dates so he can impress you. if you dont know how to bowl, youre in good hands. he’ll angle himself behind you and help you get the best shot. you’ve never seen him not get anything other than a strike, he’s too good!! defo will say ‘if i get a strike, i get lucky tonight with the missus’ knowing theres no way in hell he wont miss a single pin.

price is really good at pool. whenever you guys go to shitty bars, he’ll lighten the whole place up with his incredible pool skills. lowk starts gambling with the other players when they start betting. whenever he wins, he shows you off to everyone, pulling you close and saying ‘this is my good luck charm, everyone’ and kissing you on the cheek.

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CATNAPPER KEEGAN RUSS

warnings : suggestiveness, fluff

- keegan catnaps your pet cat !!

guys i finished mw3 and omg im heartbroken it was so fire and it made me cry like 5 times (excluding the times when i had to stop because my console was overheating to the point of electrical fire)

‘you look sour, kid.’

‘you stole my cat.’

keegan snorted as he scratched the top of your cat’s head. she purred in his lap, her little paws making biscuits on his thigh.

you crossed your arms over your chest, overly huffing out of your mouth. you watched your pretty boyfriend sitting across from you fawn over her, picking her up and playing with her pink little hands. you never thought you’d see keegan get cuteness aggression, especially with your fuzzy little pet whom he was slightly annoyed with when we first met her. he hated seeing your cat crawl all over you, and you stroking her with such tenderness made keegan, quite frankly, a little jealous. (young sheldon reference, if u understand ily)

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‘you dont stroke me like that, baby.’

‘yeah, well you arent this cute. close though.’

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

now you understood how he felt when he first met your cat.

‘this is my cat aswell, kid.’ he said, amused by the situation.

‘mihmehmehmehmeh’ you mocked, rolling your eyes and leaning back in your chair. ‘you kidnapped her. you catnapped her! you little fucker.’

‘come onnn, she can be our child’

keegan stood up, carrying the furry creature in his hands. he walked towards you, taking a seat.

‘get away from me, catnapper.’

you rolled your eyes again, but inside, you were trying not to break character by smiling. ‘dont be like that, baby. (cat name) is for you, too.’

keegan dropped your kitten in your lap, and she nuzzled her little nose into your tummy. ‘look, she still likes you more.’ she purred into you, and your hands immediately went to tickle her under her chin.

‘i guess youre right..’ you mumbled, finally cracking a smile. your face leaned into his, planting a kiss to his cheek. keegan wrapped his arm around you, staring at how you looked at (cat’s name) with so much admiration, it made his stomach flutter. ‘im always right, kid’ he muttered. ‘blah, blah, blah…’ you sassily replied, resting your shoulder on his head.

‘im still jealous, you dont stroke me like tha-’