#Simon I’m sorry

[tobeholyistobeempty]

giggling at the thought of you moving into ghosts house - barely furnished, almost looks like no one has lived in the damn place for years. he just shrugs, saying something about how he’s a minimalist when you call him on it. you beg him to atleast let you buy him some fucking decor, maybe a painting or two, maybe some damn curtains?

again, he just shrugs. telling you it’s a waste of money.

but his mind changes, if only a little, when a few months later the neighbour across the street approaches you as you’re getting in his truck.

“uh, hey, simon? do you think i could talk to you a minute?”

the guy is half scared to death to approach, and simon quirks a brow only for the fact that this is easily the first time he ever has. and so he nods, assuming it’s probably something rather important, gesturing for you to get in the car.

“i uh, dunno how to say this but. maybe you could, uh, get some curtains? i uh, ive looked out my window to see you two fucking far too many times. i’m not complaining but, i mean—“

simon blinks, then blinks again. before he bursts out laughing. “glad y’ve enjoyed the show.”

and when he gets back in the car, he just gives you a lopsided, boyish smile.

“mayb’ s’time for those curtains, love.”

[lostagoodcigar]

Thinking about sitting in bed with Simon

Like it’s 7pm, you’re both wrapped in the blankets- there’s at least 2 on the bed or it’s one of those giant comforters that fit you both.

Curled up with bowls of ice cream, you and Simon have separate containers because he claims the flavor you like is “fuckin’ disgusting” - cut to 2 minutes later when his spoon is in your container because he wants a bite of yours.

YouTube on your laptop, sitting between you both as you sift through videos in your watch history. Letting him pick which video to rewatch for the 1000th time. This time it’s one of those wax melting compilations.

“Those fuckin’ colors don’t even go together.”

“No they do in a weird way I think.”

“You’re never pickin’ out paint colors in our house.”

“Pink and lime green go together for that, it’s wax Simon-“

“I don’t wanna hear it.” He says as he takes a bite from your bowl.

[rainyramblesscramble]

daily art!

Firmly believe that these guys may be capable of jumping out of planes, but amusement park rides are a no-go

[emmster]

Nov. 21. 2023

[astearisms]

fionna and cake drawings before and after watching the episodes so far. it’s nostalgic and somehow cathartic and poignant and relatable and—it just started

[girl-lostconnection]

New continuation to this

I’m sitting on the idea of Ghoap x Reader AU where Reader is Simon’s best friend that’s been with him since childhood, through thick and thin.

They leave together when they graduate, start renting a flat before Simon leaves for army which initially changes nothing. He still comes whenever he can, calls them pretty often, he’s there for Christmases (if they get leaves for it).

And then something changes. It’s nothing noticeable, he is just a little more distant, he’s slipping their Christmas for the first time instead inviting Reader to come out somewhere in Scottish Highlands (you decline partially because you are upset that he just cancelled out on you all of a sudden and partially you and Simon are two socially inept people and the thought of spending Christmas with bunch of people you don’t know is…well, not alluring).

And then at some point Simon introduces the shiny John (“Johnny”, practically purrs Simon and you feel your blood pressure rising) “Soap” MacTavish who’s beautiful and joyful and whose smile is infectious.

And you are cordial, trying to be friendly, trying to push down the “oh, so that’s who you spent Christmas with in Scotland” because it’s not fair to Simon, because Simon doesn’t owe you anything, you aren’t together after all.

And Soap is incredibly friendly, grinning wide, touchy in a way that overwhelms you at some point, discomfort probably evident because Simon pulls Soap away by the nape of his neck, growling that he needs to let you breathe.

And it would be better if Soap instead didn’t drape his hand over Ghost’s shoulders and god, you never were one to be jealous but for some reason (yeah, why is that, i wonder) you want to hole up somewhere and hide.

Part 1

[yooo-lets-go]

Oooh how do Ghost and Soap get together in your stories???

Smooth operator

[tanked-up]

Soap: Don’t you trust me?

Ghost: Why should I? All the boys I’ve dated were dogs

Gaz: Don’t-

Soap: Meow

[iifishizzleii]

“you’re just so small :(“ “he doesn’t want to hurt ur tiny body” “his fist is bigger than your womb” “his hand is the size of your entire stomach” “:( small baby no hurt by big man soldier”-

eeughhhaa🤨

brotha eeughhhaa🤢🤢🤢👹👹🤕🤒🤒🤮🤧

[machveil]

thinking about Vampire!Simon Riley, who has a copy of your front door’s key, waiting for you to text or call him saying he can come in. even though he has a key he still plays by the vampire rule that he needs permission to enter. you can call him silly and sweet all you like, he just stares dead at you holding back a smile, “Gotta be a polite guest, lovie.”

he is your husband of four years

[mx-xcitement]

i was inspired by my last rb.

[salemsinss]

(AN: 18+ MDNI reader is GN but there are some feminine terms. This is not really edited I wrote it during my lunch break, this is also my first time writing anything period 😭)

Part two here

Something something I had a dream about this idea, Old Money!reader and Gardener!Simon Riley, he not only knows how to tend to your garden, but is great at tending to you.

Gardener!Simon Riley who love to get down a dirty adding new flowers to the garden beds on a weekly basis, and always comes into the kitchen for some water smelling like an absolute man.

Gardener!Simon Riley who is suspiciously always adding new garden beds around Old Money!Readers property, just days after they go on a nice a date.

Gardener!Simon Riley asking reader what their favorite flower is so he can get ready to plant them when they are in season

Gardener!Simon Riley surprising reader with a whole planter of their favorite flowers, and a herb garden next to the kitchen he had been secretly working on.

Gardener!Simon Riley he’s not great at expressing his feelings or emotions but he tries to tell you things via the language of flowers and gift giving.

Old money!Reader always thanking Simon for the beautiful garden with a peck on the cheek

Old money!Reader always waiting in the kitchen to have a glass of water ready for Simon to come inside, so they can give it to him and see him all roughed up from taking care of their land

Old money!Reader making lunches themselves for Simon specifically rather than having the help prepare him something

Old money!Reader hoping Simon is pining after them the same way they are

Old money!Reader kissing Simon on the lips as a small thank you the garden bed full of their favorite flower

Gardener!Simon Riley pawing at them like a beast while deepening the kiss, and forcing his tongue into your mouth so he can taste all of you.

Old money!Reader breathless when they pull away from the kiss pleasantly surprised by it

Gardener!Simon Riley who refuses to let go of readers waist and ass dragging them off to the garden shed

Gardener!Simon Riley who bends reader over a stack of bagged soil in the shed, nipping at the back of their neck and feeling the up, groping their ass and playing with the fatty flesh of their hips.

Gardener!Simon Riley who pulls down the readers pants, spreading their legs with a kick of his boot, “you’ve been driving me insane-“ he’d growl into readers neck before kiss along the nape and down their back

Gardener!Simon Riley who leaves a trail of kisses over reader’s clothing and down their hips and ass before he’s on his knees inbetween readers legs

Old Money!Reader who’s still a virgin shocked by the sensation of getting eaten out for the first time trying not to cum to quickly afraid of looking easy in from of simon

Gardener!Simon Riley who could care less about readers body count since reader wouldn’t be sleeping with anyone else anyway

Gardener!Simon Riley who gives reader a mind blowing orgasm within 3 minutes, slick covering his chin and nose, sticking to readers thighs as they shake and dig their fingers into the bagged soil in front of them

Gardener!Simon Riley who doesn’t stop with the first orgasm and keeps going till the reader is begging him to stop from overstimulation but is also so close to cumming a second time

Gardener!Simon Riley who drives reader to and through their second orgasm feeling the small amount of squirt dribble over his face and he smirks into their cunt over that

Gardener!Simon Riley who finally stops eating you out and pulls you back so he can kiss you hot, nasty, and sloppy style making you tase yourself on his lips

Gardener!Simon Riley cleaning reader up with his dirty wife beater and pulling their pants back up before kissing them again more gently and sweeter while patting their ass

Old Money!Reader who’s stumbling out of the garden shed on wobbly legs after two life altering orgasms face flushed as they head back inside and go make lunch for Simon just thinking about when they can do that again

[booty-stealer]

How my pregnant man is going to be spread out

[partiallysame]

How about lil wife that does ballet?? How the boys react seeing her dressed in the leotard and see-through skirt when you’re getting ready for practice… Maybe what it’s like when they see you in your element, so focused and precise… not at all self indulgent

also so very obsessed with your writing, it makes me feel fuzzy inside

Something (a worm) in the back of my head says that Kyle Garrick would go absolutely batshit feral for a ballerina. Like usually Johnny is the one who says out of pocket shit and the one causing a problem but I think the second Kyle sees you in the uniform he moans. Like out loud. Then looked around to see who just made that sound. When you walk over and Johnny tries to greet you first Kyle pulls him back by the Mohawk he needs to touch you rn. And soon Price is putting him in time out. Go sit in the stadium you’ve lost back stage privileges Garrick. I think the shoes have Johnny so confused where did your toes go? And yes he wants to try them on. No these are expensive and broken in to your specific foot shape. Now Simon I think is obsessed (turned on) but the sheer focus and seeing the muscle and the grace you have when dancing. The sniper in him loves loves loves focus like that. And Price is annoyed that he has to keep sharing all these special you moments with these idiots

[darkbunnylove]

Poly!141 reacting to Reader tidying and decorating their balcony

It wasn’t really their strong suit, decorating around the house. If it weren’t for you, the apartment would have stayed all cool walls and clean lines. Nice enough, but missing something. Just a place to crash between missions. But you made it a home.

Now that winter has finally passed and the days have grown warmer and longer, you decided to do something small, something sweet, for the ones you love. You cleaned off the balcony, swept away the last of the cold season, brought out the little round table and chairs again, this time with soft pillows on each seat. You planted herbs, repotted flowers, gave the lemon tree some fresh soil.

By the time you were done, it looked like a little dream tucked above the city. Sunlight on wood, scent of lemon blossom, a place to sit and just be. And when each of them came home, they saw what you had done. And oh—they felt it in their chest.

Soap stepped onto the balcony, eyes soft, mouth parted, knees going a little weak at the sight. Colorful flowers lined the edges. The sharp, fresh scent of herbs lingered in the air. And there you were you—standing there with a little pot in your gloved hands, smiling at him like it was nothing. “You did all this alone?” he asked, voice soft and full of awe. You barely nodded before he was across the space, grabbing your face for a kiss so full of love it left you almost breathless.

“Bonnie… it looks like my mum’s garden back home,” he grinned, running a thumb over your cheek as if he couldn’t quite believe you were real. God, how did he even deserve you?

Later that night, he brought out a tiny hand-written sign and stuck it in the lemon tree pot. It read: “Bonnie’s Garden — Grown with Love.”

Gaz entered your shared apartment, a box of solar-powered fairy lights in hand and a quiet excitement in his step, only to pause when he saw the balcony through the open curtains. Eyes sparkling, he stepped closer, blinking like he needed a second to take it all in. You’d already done it.

“Was gonna surprise you,” he said, a little sheepish but smiling, and you immediately knew he loved every bit of it. He kissed you gently, then took your hand and guided you to one of the chairs.

Without another word, he disappeared inside, only to return a minute later with a little speaker tucked under one arm and your favorite cold drink in his hand. He pressed play on a playlist, handed you the glass, and leaned back in his seat as the golden evening air warmed both your faces. “I’m not sure I’ll ever top this, you know,” he grinned, his voice full of admiration, as he laced his fingers with yours. “You’ve set the bar mad high, babe.”

You found Ghost standing a little awkwardly in your apartment, still in full tac gear, boots dirty from the day. He hadn’t stepped out onto the balcony, just stood there, brows drawn together, like he wasn’t sure if he was meant to. So you smiled, walked inside, and physically tugged him outside by the arm until he followed.

There was a flicker of warmth in those honey-brown eyes, as he scanned the space. You knew he noticed it all. The way the floorboards had been scrubbed clean, the faint scent of soil still in the air, the pillow on the chair nearest the door, slightly creased like you’d tested it yourself. “Nice. Real nice,” he hummed softly.

He reached out and pulled you into his lap, one hand at your waist, the other resting on your thigh, tracing slow, absentminded circles. He pressed a kiss to your scalp, then spoke quietly, “Thank you, love.”

You smelled Price’s familiar aftershave and felt his strong arms wrap around you before you even saw him. You were quietly watering the mint and basil when he stepped onto the balcony on his own, full-on heart boner at the sight of his little bird creating something so beautiful.

He spun you around slowly, smiling softly before pressing a kiss to the inside of your wrist. “Look at you, sweetheart,” he chuckled. “I leave for half a day and you turn the place into a dream.”

He looked around to take it all in, but his gaze soon settled on you again, full of appreciation. He reached up to brush a smudge of dirt from your cheek. “We’ll have to sit out here tomorrow morning,” he added, glancing toward the chairs. “Cup of tea, bit of quiet, you in my lap. Perfect start to the day.”

[the-palelady]

could you mayhaps perhaps potentially elaborate on simon meeting the love of his life????

this made me giggle

but absolutely

because when i tell you he is down bad…he is down bad bad.

the tickets were soap’s, but he couldn’t possibly go alone. kyle might have been down to attend, but in johnny’s eyes asking simon, a quiet man who you wouldn’t catch dead in a crowded place like this, sounded much more interesting.

of course, simon was reluctant, saying no a million times before he finally gave in. which took some bribing on soap’s end (listen, free beer is free beer).

the show was packed. shoulders touching shoulders, people practically climbing over one another as the stadium’s energy became more intense. but simon had to admit to himself that he was enjoying it, tapping his foot to the beat of the music, a beer in one hand and his free hand shoved into his pants pockets. the colorful lights reflected off his amber eyes until the shine of your own eyes caught his attention.

you were so bright eyed and full of energy. you sang each song, word for word, with the people around you, uncaring of what was going on beyond the walls of the stadium. it was just you and the music. simon almost felt like he was intruding on the peaceful moment you were having (even though ride the lightning is hardly a peaceful song).

it took until almost the end of the show for him to finally work up the courage to speak to you, pushing through the crowd of people as he followed you out to the lobby.

once the concert was over, johnny turned to simon only to find a group of teenagers standing in his place. soap didn’t expect to lose his lieutenant in a place like this. but after almost 30 minutes of searching, he really didn’t expect to find simon leaning against a wall, hands once again nestled into the pockets of his jeans and his hooded head tilted downwards, seemingly looking at something.

“there ya fuckin’ are, lt. been lookin’ for ya fo-”

johnny’s mouth locks itself shut when you come into view, his words not even reaching simon’s ears, too fixated on you.

tiny little thing you are in comparison to simon, monster of a man he is. you have a band shirt on, makeup done although your eyeliner is a bit smudged, and hair jostled about, sticking up in some places. your fingers fiddle with one another, clasped together as you rambled on about something to romeo in front of you.

a sea of people has to step around johnny, his jaw practically touching the floor as he watches simon’s usually disinterested expression stay locked onto you, eating up every word that slips from your mouth. he can see the fireworks going off in simon’s eyes, the subtle nod of his head, urging you to keep speaking. his mouth moves under the black mask that obscures the lower half of his face, but johnny’s not close enough to hear what he’s saying.

even sees his shoulders shake, laughing at something you had said, to which you join in with your own giggles.

after some time, someone shouts, and from the way you perk up, johnny assumes it’s the group you came to the concert with. when you turn back, he utters something before his hand slips out of his pocket, holding his phone out to you.

you take the device with a smile, tapping something in before handing it back and leaving with a big grin spreading across your face, cheeks rosy red and eyes just as sparkly as simon’s.

johnny’s voice doesn’t even break simon from his thoughts when he finally approaches him, still watching you scurry away with your friends.

“thought i was ‘ere to see metallica?! no’ fuckin’ romeo and juliet.”