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I love the old timey phrase "you forget yourself". bro that was so impolite like do you even know who you are rn

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(plays the guitar)

Feliz Navidad Feliz Navidad Feliz Navidad Prospero Ano y Felicidad

(aggressively headbangs)

I WANNA WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS I WANNA WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS I WANNA WISH YOU A MERRY CHRISTMAS FROM THE BOTTOM OF MY HEAAAART

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Healing

Pairing: Simon Ghost Riley x f!reader

Warnings: some angst but some fluff, this is a Christmas fic

Takes place in The Roommate Series universe. Check it out if you want

The Christmas season was very different for you when you moved in with Simon.

The first year that it came, you had gone all out, mainly because your roommate had been gone since the end of November so you assumed that he wouldn’t be back until after December ended.

You had decorated the apartment with all sorts of seasonal items. You had seasonal scented candles, you were baking, and you had put up lights in the front window to give the living room that nostalgic warm glow.

You were happy and excited. You were feeling the spirit of Christmas and as the day got closer, you were feeling like a kid again.

But at the time you didn’t realize that it had the exact opposite effect on your roommate.

Simon had come home in a surprise and it was easy to tell that when he walked in your shared apartment he was tense.

It was like he was on high alert, his eyes narrowed at the decorations while his shoulders were to his ears. You even noticed the way he flexed his hands as he stood in his own apartment awkwardly.

“Everything okay?” You asked nervously.

“Just tired.” He said before he excused himself to his room.

You felt a little bad when he didn’t seem to loosen up in the following days and when Christmas Day actually came around that first year, you didn’t see him for most of the day.

You texted him to make sure he was okay and he assured he was before telling you not to worry, he’ll be back around dinner.

After that, you went a little less crazy for Christmas. Not many decorations, if any, and you made it a point to not play Christmas music when he was around.

For two years you didn’t know why he didn’t like Christmas…then he told you.

The Christmases that followed were incredibly lowkey.

You didn’t decorate and while you still baked, had seasonal candles and played music for yourself, you decided that his comfortability and happiness was far more important to you than any of that.

You still got him presents but they weren’t wrapped and they were under the guise that you had just randomly picked it up from the store for him, though you were sure he knew what you were doing but didn’t say anything.

Simon appreciated it. He never once blamed you for any of the times you celebrated because you didn’t know.

He tried not to make it a big deal and he tried not to make you feel bad for it, but Christmas was a hard time for him.

Ever since his family’s murder, he just never felt like celebrating. His Christmases in the past were always sleepless nights and nightmares leading up to it, then he’d spend most of the day at the graves of his family even in the freezing cold.

The season made him tense. Everything that reminded him of that day made him tense which unfortunately meant that he couldn’t handle your enthusiasm for the holiday.

But then you two got together and suddenly he found himself wishing for the cheesy holiday dates and the domestic life of baking cookies with you when the season came around.

It was a lot for him to handle, especially when he was on base away from you. The nightmares didn’t stop but neither did the desire to enjoy the holiday with you.

It was overwhelming all the bad and good thoughts jumbled together that he had to have a long talk to Price to get his head clear.

And that was when he decided that maybe, just for you, Christmas could be good again.

This year was no different than the last for you however. Simon was deployed, though he said he’d be back before the end of the month, and the new apartment wasn’t decorated.

You had already shipped presents to your friends and family. You had already bought a couple “presents” for Simon when he returned, but otherwise it was like any othered month in your apartment.

You were making lunch when you heard the front door open.

A grin stretched across your face and you immediately when to greet Simon when you saw him in the doorway. Your grin fell as you stared at him with utter confusion while he stepped inside looking like a pack mule.

One of his arms was lined with bags full of tinsel, ornaments and Christmas lights while the other held a fake Christmas tree on his shoulder. He didn’t seem to be struggling as much as you’d think he was especially as he stood there acting as if you caught him in a mischievous act.

“What are you doing?” You wondered.

“We needed a tree.” He said simply, which only added to your confusion.

“But…I thought you didn’t like Christmas.”

Simon set down his items and found himself tensing up again. It was involuntary, one because of the subject, but two because sometimes it was still hard for him to be open with you. However, he took a deep breath and stepped up to you.

“I want to make it better for me.” He said and you listened intently.

“We can do that.” You smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek. “One step at a time, though. Don’t you think a tree might be too much too fast?”

Simon pulled you close and glanced back at the box. Normally a Christmas tree would make his stomach church but as you leaned into him he found that it didn’t seem too bad to look at it.

“No. I want it.”

The two of you spent the rest of the day assembling the tree and decorating it (of course, with some trouble) and making the apartment feel a little more festive. You didn’t go all out but it was enough to make it have the holiday spirit.

Christmas Day you still helped him with his nightmare but then you exchanged gifts and spent the day relaxing. You watched movies together and ate until you passed out on the couch, but Simon had a good time.

Later in evening you went with him to his family’s graves and placed flowers with him. He hardly let go of your hand.

“Was it better this year?” You asked softly as you leaned against his shoulder.

Simon took a while to answer. He wrapped an arm around you and let out a sigh. For a moment he just held you before he pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Yeah, it was.” He leaned his head against yours. “Thank you.”

You hummed with a smile.

“Merry Christmas, Simon.”

“Happy Christmas, love.”

A/n: whoa I wrote, consider this a Christmas present/holiday gift for yall. Figured he’d heal some of his trauma with the holiday

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Christmas Tree by Boris Groh

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18+ MDNI Ghost/Ghoap x reader [CW grief]

Ghost either getting it in his mind due to grief or actually telling the truth that Johnny keeps sending him posthumous messages urging him to fuck the pretty little spouse he left behind. Take care of them.

the entire funeral hes just boring holes into you from the back of the crowd stuffed into that little church your mother in law had picked out as Soap chews and claws at the corners of his brain. You always kinda knew Ghost and Soap had something unspoken and noncommital going on before you came into the picture so you’re absolutely sure Ghost HATES you- now more than ever due to the fact that you’re the one sporting Johnny’s last name.

Imagine your shock when he’s got you cornered and starts cooing into your neck in that familiar Scottish brogue.

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18+ MDNI Ghost/Ghoap x reader [CW grief]

Ghost either getting it in his mind due to grief or actually telling the truth that Johnny keeps sending him posthumous messages urging him to fuck the pretty little spouse he left behind. Take care of them.

the entire funeral hes just boring holes into you from the back of the crowd stuffed into that little church your mother in law had picked out as Soap chews and claws at the corners of his brain. You always kinda knew Ghost and Soap had something unspoken and noncommital going on before you came into the picture so you’re absolutely sure Ghost HATES you- now more than ever due to the fact that you’re the one sporting Johnny’s last name.

Imagine your shock when he’s got you cornered and starts cooing into your neck in that familiar Scottish brogue.

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I needed something fluffy today so have Ghost with Riley quick doodle

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Simon “cig and black tea with a shit ton of milk” riley……John “vape and a red bull” mactavish…..John “cigar and a black coffee” price…. Kyle “nicotine patch and a weird green juice” garrick….

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Having thoughts about the way Price views his own PTSD Vs the way he views Simon's... He sees himself as unfit to be a leader once he has his diagnosis but he would never suggest that Simon's past makes him a lesser lieutenant...

Insanely high (and unreasonable) standards for self but not for others is a core trait of the overachiever, so it tracks.

Price makes sure Simon has all the psychological support he needs, enforces his appointments, implicitly trusts him to do his job, trusts him to manage his medication effectively. Never once questions whether Simon is good at his job. There's a reason Price chose him as his second.

And then the moment the same diagnoses appear on his own medical file, he views himself as an abject failure. How can he lead? How can he be a reliable shoulder? How can he not question every decision he makes? Will it be the right one if his mind isn't working "properly"? Isn't "sharp"? Simon's PTSD is a reasonable reaction to horrific circumstances, and Price is just pathetic, he needs to get a grip, ace these psyche evaluations, get rubber-stamped as cured, really, he just needs to get over it, doesn't he? This is the job. Was always the job. He really doesn't deserve to--

Yeah, it would do an absolute number on him, Anon. Your brain is galaxy-sized.

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He's had a rough day

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Cannot stop thinking about the big, rough boots Ghost probably wears everywhere, and how heavy his footsteps must sound whenever he’s not actively trying to be quiet

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johnny cooing at you that yer so pretty, an absolute peach as he's paws at your face, fingers plumping your cheeks while rearranging your insides and simon then tells you to say it. tell 'im how pretty ya are from behind him.

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Soap waits til the absolute last minute to go home for Christmas because he hates being bombarded by requests from his ma and aunts to help move things around with his lazy uncles and cousins. He sneaks off to play Nintendo and nap with the wee babes who are absolutely fascinated by everything he does

Gaz has Christmas dinner down to a science. his sisters don’t even try to fight him anymore about delegating tasks, they just give him full access to their parent’s kitchen and call him a tyrant under their breaths while their spouses tease them about all the homemaking skills going to their younger brother

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Me: *Removes my cat from my lap to do something else.*

My cat: Father is…evil? Father is unyielding? Father is incapable of love? I am running away. I am packing my little rucksack and going out to explore the world as a lone vagabond. I can no longer thrive in this household.

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the transition im crying

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BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

Simons head pops up after the third round of beeps from the microwave. “Love?” He tilts his head back to lay on the couch as he speaks. No answer is heard but the sound of water running in the bathrom tips him off. Must have put something in the microwave for when she gets out. Simon stands and makes his way to the kitchen. Nothing on the counter to give him an idea of what you made. He opens the microwave and—

You needed a shower BAD. The smell of the office clung to you heavily today. It filled your nostrils every time you moved. After scrubbing your skin raw, you exit the shower feeling like a human being again. Hair care. Check! Skin care. Check! You open the bathroom door and let the steam roll out. Much, much better. You mosey into your bedroom and slip into a comfy, well-worn night dress. You nod at yourself in the mirror, taking in your clean, cozy form. Smiling, you head back the kitchen for the drink you left in the microwave.

Ah! Nothing better than a hot tea after a long— Did you turn the lights off? Confused, you flip them on. A yelp leaves your throat as your 6’4, 250 pound boyfriend stares back at you from the kitchen table. It takes a moment for your heart rate back to normal. “Si. Why are you sitting in the dark? Counter question. Why did you turn the lights off?” He doesn’t response to you before pointing to the cup of tea on the table. “Wot’s all that then?” “Do we need to your eyes checked? Are the cheaters not cutting it for you anymore?” You ask in mock confusion. What is this dude on about?

“Don’t be daft. Why was it in the bloody microwave?” You fold your arms over and giggle a little at how defensive he is by this. “Simon. That’s how we do it in America. That’s how my mom taught me.” He says nothing before signing heavily and moves him index finger in a ‘come here’ motion. You walk over to him while he pushes his chair back to make room. He pulls you to stand in between his legs. You have a slight height advantage here, but only a few inches.

He grabs your face with his hands. “Simon i just washed my face. When was the last time you washed your hands—“ “Shhh.” He drags your face down and starts leaving kisses on it. “Numpty little bird you are.” He says after he’s finished his assault on your face. “I‘ll handle all tea from now on. Please don’t let me find you making tea in the bloody microwave sweetheart.” You just sigh and nod, knowing you won’t win this battle.

Simon has a cup of tea waiting for you whenever he is home before you. If you beat him home, you wait patiently for him. When he does arrive it’s always shoes and jacket off, a kiss for you, and kettle on the stove. Simon can’t take the American out of you, but he damn sure try.

a/n: hello sunshine’s. written on my lunch break (nothing new). not proofread, i’ll catch her later. reblog, likes, comments are appreciated. 💟 got major inspo from @readingwhileonthetrain post about reusing tea bags. thanks babes🥰

xoxo lolli 💋

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cod spotify playlists

some playlists for any fellow maladaptive daydreamers on here that wanna listen to music associated with their favourite cod characters.

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If you have any song requests that you'd like me to add to a certain playlist, or want me to make a playlist for a character i haven’t listed then let me know in the comments and i'll continue to update them !!

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alejandro vargas

alex keller

farah karim

gary 'roach' sanderson

john price

johnny 'soap' mactavish

kate laswell

kim 'horangi' hong-jin

könig

kyle 'gaz' garrick

phillip graves

simon 'ghost' riley

valeria garza

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