#but simon brings him on a picnic

[cherryatombomb]

i see your "ghost doesn't really understand dating bc hes never rlly dated" and raise you "soap has also never rlly dated so he also learns with ghost".

soap who's been so fixated on his career he's never really allowed himself to date, he's just constantly been working - him being so determined to make something of himself that he never really allowed himself to relax

so hes also going through a lot of firsts with ghost, as hes mostly only had flings

soap going all out on the cliche things bc he has literally learned all of his dating knowledge through romcoms. he brings ghost flowers, chocolate, they go on nice dates where they go out and eat smth proper

each time ghost does smth for him it has him so flustered bc soap has also never had that before!! so its so very exciting!! he honestly loves when ghost does those cliche things, too. soap has never had a flower live more then a week when in his grasp, but he insists on ghost buying him flowers nonetheless just out of principle

i just think both soap and ghost being a little bit clueless when it comes to dating, probably doing things a little bit out of order, but being ever so tender with one another and learning it together is just really sweet

[readwritealldayallnight]

You haven’t noticed him yet.

Lost in the words printed on the pages, you haven’t glanced up from your book since Simon stepped out of the shower, peeking at your figure through the window panes.

You’re out on the small, cramped balcony of your shared London flat, curled into yourself to squeeze all your limbs as comfortably as you can onto the wicker chair.

The half empty cup of tea sitting on the small side table next to you is no longer as warm as it was when you first brought it out. Without a second thought, Simon goes to warm up the kettle again, not wanting you to get cold.

He frowns as your fingers quickly catch the edge of your book before the wind can flip your current page away, your hair being blown away from your face. He spots the tiny shiver that goes through you and decides he’ll bring out a throw blanket for you as well. Maybe one of his hoodies.

You’d teased him about something like this the other day, after he’d finished tucking your chair in at a local cafe. Saying that his love language was sooo obviously acts of service.

He’d playfully rolled his eyes, joking about how yours must be to never stop talking, chuckling at the half hearted kick he received underneath the table, before you explained that that wasn’t what love languages are.

Simon wasn’t so sure about that whole idea. All he knew was that he liked taking care of you, just as you took care of him. Simple as that.

He knows he always feels lighter after you send him a thankful smile any time he carries your bag for you or opens your door.

He knows you can’t stop smiling for at least a minute any time you swipe an eyelash off his cheek, carefully holding it in front of his lips so he can blow it away and ‘make a wish’.

He knows his chest always swells with pride any time you compliment his cooking, whether he attempted a dish on his own or simply added a seasoning to something you were already making.

He knows all the tension disappears from your shoulders when you’re sat in his lap, gently wiping away his black face paint from around his eyes, taking extra care around his delicate skin, humming a soft little melody for the both of you to hear.

He knows there isn’t anything in this entire god forsaken earth that makes him happier, than making you happy.

That’s why he’s been secretly looking into a new place for the two of you. This tiny shoebox of a flat had been fine when it was just him crashing here a handful of times a year between missions. When you got together and began spending more time sleeping here than at your own place, it only made sense to move in once your lease was up.

But now your books are piled in stacks along the baseboards, the closet can barely contain your clothes mixed in together, and the sight of you sitting out on that cramped balcony just doesn’t sit right with him.

He wants to give you a proper place, a home. He wants to be able to give you an actual yard with room to sprawl out and grow a garden if you want, or just lay out a picnic blanket and read until the sun sets.

He wants to hear you nag him about mowing the lawn, or raking the leaves, or shovelling the driveway. He wants to run out into a sudden summer storm with you to quickly pull off the laundry that had been drying on the clothes line, laughing the entire time.

As though sensing his gaze on you, you slowly lift your head, a chuckle slipping past his lips as your eyes immediately light up with excitement, a sweet smile gracing your lips as you send him a wave.

He lifts his hand, waggling his fingers back at you, the same corny grin on his face, knowing that there isn’t a thing in the world he wouldn’t do for you.

[unreliablesnake]

Surprises (Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader)

Summary: Price finds out at a family gathering that his favorite niece's new boyfriend is none other than Ghost. The lieutenant thinks he's in trouble. How bad can things be?

Note: A little fluff and angst. What do you think? / If you want to know when I post new stuff, follow @unreliablesnakefics and hit the get notifications button.

Simon knew he fucked up the moment he realized you were Price's niece.

The very niece he babysat several times when you were little, the one he talked so much about whenever they were discussing family. He loved you, he was proud of you, and despite you now being an independent young woman, he still treated you as if you were an expensive and rare piece of jewelry that had to be locked away.

So yes, when he attended a family event you invited him to and met the captain there, he knew he was in trouble. You had talked about your Uncle John before, sure, even joked about the two of them possibly knowing each other, but not even in his wildest dream could he suspect the two men being the same.

And now he was sitting there across from him at the long picnic table in the garden, his blue eyes piercing through his skull. Every time you intertwined your fingers with his on top of the table or leaned over to place a soft kiss on his cheek, he could almost hear the annoyed groan leave his lips.

You suddenly rested your head on his shoulder, smiling sweetly when he looked down at you. He couldn't help himself, he just followed his instincts when he leaned down to place a kiss on the crown of your head. That move made the captain snap.

"Simon, why don't you help me bring out some nice, cold drinks?"

He gulped before nodding, his entire body suddenly going rigid from the terror he felt. "Hey, he barks, but doesn't bite. You'll be fine," you assured him as you kissed his shoulder through his shirt.

With a sigh, he stood up and followed Price into the kitchen, carefully closing the door after himself. "Look, Cap, I didn't know she was your niece. I'm sorry. But trust me, I'm serious about this relationship. I really like her," he began to explain the situation without hesitation.

But Price didn't seem interested in his excuses as he was quick to raise a hand to stop him. "I don't care, Simon. She likes you too, it's obvious and she told me before, I just don't want her to suffer if…"

If he dies on the field. That's what he wanted to say, he knew that. Nodding, he leaned against the kitchen island and folded his arms over his chest. The two of them stood there in silence for a while, trying to figure out what to do now. Simon understood why Price was so worried about this relationship, but he also had to understand that he wasn't about to give you up.

"Would you be happier if she was dating a civilian? Some loser who doesn't even know what he wants to do with his life?" he asked to break the silence.

Price drew in a sharp breath that he let out while running a hand through his hair. It was easy to tell he was dying to light a cigar, but his sister had a strict no smoking in the house rule. So he settled with the second best option and began pacing in front of him.

"You, as a person, are not the problem, Simon," he began. "You're a good man, I know that. The problem is our line of work. And the fact I'm your higher-up, and now I have to think about you not only as my right hand, but also as the boyfriend of my favorite niece. Every time I send you somewhere dangerous, I'll have to consider how she would react if something happened to you."

With a loud gulp, Simon considered his reasoning. He was right. Everything he said was understandable. "If you think it would be better if we broke up, just say it," he told him eventually.

There was no response for a while, they stood there in silence once again. But then Price shook his head and extended his hand. "Just make her happy, that's all I'm asking for," he said with a smile. "And don't tell her that we know each other. I don't want her to worry."

Hesitantly, but Simon shook his hand. He had no idea what made the captain change his mind, but he didn't have an issue with that as long as he was okay with him being with you. He then opened the fridge and began to put a selection of drinks on the counter next to it.

Once they made it back to the family, you immediately gave him a worried look, silently asking for a story he wasn't about to give you. So he lied like Price had just asked him to do, even if it hurt like hell.

"Everything's fine, he just wanted to get to know me," he told you with a smile before giving you a quick kiss. "We're good."

"Sure?" you asked with a suspicious look on your face. Simon nodded. "All right, if you say so. I'm glad he likes you," you noted with a smile on your lips.

Before he could say anything, Price raised a hand. "If I might add, you chose well, kiddo," he said with a smile before flashing a smile at the lieutenant.

"I know," you said with a triumphant smile before giving Simon a kiss.

[halcyone-of-the-sea]

Congrats on 5k!!!

I love little off-duty tidbits about the 141. What they get up to when they’re not on a mission, what do they do for fun on base, what do they do in their private time etc.

—Count The Hours

⇢ ˗ˏˋ 5k Drabble Masterlist ࿐ྂ

╰┈➤ ❝ [Collection of what the One-Four-One do on their down-hours with their Lovers] ❞

John Price: Reading ➺

It was no secret that John liked to indulge in quiet time whenever he got the chance. Always surrounded by soldiers and hurling orders eventually got to even the most skilled Captain—he was no different even if he’d been at this for countless years. 

On the days when the silent sounds of the house were able to be appreciated for what they were: the running of the laundry, the small creak of the kitchen cabinet that needed to be oiled, and the sound of your soft humming, it was a sacred turn of events. Such mundane, and normally labeled nuisances, were an excellent backdrop for the words on the page of his book that flew from the paper. Scenes unfolded from times and places long past; everything was separate. A perfect way for the mind to unwind. 

You pass by silently as John reads, kissing his forehead when he grunts in pleasure. The man lets his fingers brush your thigh as you move off to do whatever you wish. He knew you’d join him eventually. 

Reading was good, but nothing quite beat the perfect distraction that was you. 

John flips a page and absentmindedly itches at his beard.

Simon Riley: People Watching ➺

“I bet she works in a cafe,” you mutter softly. “Look at her clothes—those are cafe clothes. Gorgeous.”

Brown eyes blink at the woman in a long skirt and a neat blouse, coffee cup in hand as she walks the ground before disappearing around a bend. 

“What are bloody ‘cafe clothes’?” Simon grunts, giving you a strange look from over his balaclava. The bench you two sit on is far removed into the trees of the park, and you smile as you lean into the man and intertwine your fingers with his, stealing his body heat. 

“I can’t explain it,” you wave your free hand as Simon chuckles lowly. “Your turn.”

“Pick one for me,” he grumbles. You point to a man dressed sharply from across the path, bending down and tying his shoe as a child plays with their mother near a picnic basket and blanket. Your lips twitch into a smile. 

“Accountant,” Simon says easily, squeezing your hand as he blinks slowly, casual with his guesses. “Child’s birthday—he’ll ‘ave to go in soon.”

“Really?” You chuff under your breath. Simon hums, vision sliding about as his thumb runs over your knuckles. “I guessed a hitman.” 

The man at your side looks down once more. “You what?”

Johnny MacTavish: Hiking ➺

The both of you are covered in dirt and sweat, lying on your backs with your packs about a foot or so away; lungs working inside of your chests as you smile like fools. 

“Remind me to let you carry me back,” you pant, chuckling as the form beside you rubs at his face—pushing back the grime. Nature is all around you two, the grass behind your bones and the open sky above your heads. Johnny and you rest for a short while on top of the hill, the wind picking up from the East but not so to an unmanageable degree. 

It had been on a whim to come out here on such short notice, but it didn’t mean that it wasn’t enjoyable. 

Johnny always made hiking trips enjoyable. 

“Aye,” he laughs. “Don’t worry, Dearie, I’ll manage.” A moment of shared smiles passes between you two—you reach out and push at his cheek teasingly.

Johnny chuckles and grabs at your wrist, bringing it back and laying a firm kiss on the palm that leaves your already hot cheeks burning. 

“Ready to keep going?” You’re asked delicately, those cobalt eyes crinkled with love. 

“Oh, if I must,” you tease. 

The man kisses you once more before standing, offering you a hand without a second thought through a gentle smirk.

Kyle Garrick: Cooking/Baking ➺

Kyle’s rolled-up sleeves are pushed back even more as he hums under his breath, the gentle jazz filling the room to mix with the scent of fresh bread and stew. You rest your head on the island table of your shared flat, watching as the man glances back at you and your arm pillow.

He chuckles. 

“You don’t have to watch, Love.”

“Want to,” you mutter, eyes soft. The man’s smile turns sheepish as he glances away.

The man adds what he needs and says over his shoulder cheekily as you blink. “Well come on then, I’ll need you to taste test. Tell me what it needs.”

You chuckle and stand, walking over and sliding up beside him as Kyle takes a spoon and brings some of the broth to your lips. Your hand cups under the utensil, sipping it down. 

You hum under your breath, glancing at him. 

“It’s delicious, Kyle,” your fingers go to steal the spoon, but it’s moved away from you swiftly with a teasing tsk of his tongue. 

“Ah, ah—it’s not done,” the man beams, kissing your cheek and putting the spoon down. “Patience, Love.” 

“C’mon,” you lean into him, looking up into his face. 

Instead, a kiss is pressed to your lips, making you melt as a hand comes to circle your waist. 

Kyle leans back, smirking as he licks his lips.

“More salt,” he mutters, pulling back and disappearing into the pantry as you gape after his tall form.

[ghostssweetgirl]

So, here’s the request lol

Fem reader x Ghost

Reader zones out a lot, doesn’t zone back in for awhile and keeps unfocusing their eyes. Ghost sees this and takes care off them.

Would be interesting to seee how König handles this too but that can be a post for another day lol

Have fun and stay hydrated hun 🤍

i'll be damned, i'm zoned out most of the time myself 😂 and i'm sure a lot of people relate as well, it's like i'm here but i'm not here lol. here have both 🤗

Reader x Ghost + König | How They React to You Zoning Out Often

Simon 'Ghost' Riley

Even before you two were together, he noticed how you'd... go somewhere else. You'd sit there and stare off into space, in deep thought? No, you wish it was just deep thoughts. You couldn't really help your dissociation.

Sometimes you could respond to a quick question, but most times, you really were in another world.

He'd gently tap you on your shoulder and bring you back with his soft voice. "Lovie. Hey, come back to me. 'S alright."

Here lately though, it's gotten worse. You catch yourself zoning out more than usual, your eyes unfocusing as well.

You'd been sitting in the living room watching one of your favorite shows. Ghost walks in from work, happily greeting his lovely wife whom he loves coming home to. He took a shower and changed into casual clothes before he joined you, but when he walked in his happy expression turned into a worried one.

"Babe?" he called out, sitting next to you. No response. "Y/N...?"

You were staring off into space, not unusual, but you weren't responding - physically or verbally. He reached out to rub your back. You didn't even flinch. Just a few moments ago, you greeted him happily, even smiled at him. He leaves the room for a few minutes and comes out to you like this. It always worries him.

He sighs before he gets up and turns the lights off, closes the blinds to a point there's not much sunlight coming in and he shuts off the TV. He kneels down in front of you and grabs your hands in his.

"Y/N, doll, hey..." he reaches up to cup your cheek. Your expression still blank, though your eyes move, he leans up and places a loving kiss on your forehead. You finally start to come back and you take in a deep breath. "There she is, my sweet girl. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay," you smiled. You're not exactly sure why you do this, it slightly worries you but it's clear it worries Ghost more than it does yourself.

"I get so worried about you," he sighed. "There has to be something or somewhere we can go to see what's goin' on, is there?"

"Probably," you nervously laughed. "But there's not much they can do about it... I don't like doctors... or any of that sort."

"Regardless, I'll be here for you," he smiled. "I love you no matter what and I'll always take care of you."

König

Before you got together, he thought he had upset you the first time you zoned out. You two were having an at-home date, and you zoned out in the middle of your meal. You didn't mean to, it just happened.

Once you opened up, he made it a point to make every environment as comfortable as possible in hopes it would help lessen your moments.

He was so sweet and understanding about it, too.

He'd kiss all over your face and hold you so tight until you came back to him.

He had taken you out on an evening picnic, away from people, but close enough to take in the view of the beautiful lake as the sun was setting and you watched some ducklings and their mothers waddle into the lake.

You both finished your food and here you were laying in between his legs, back against his chest. You rested your head on his shoulder while you talked about nature and how it was such a beautiful night.

"It's not as beautiful as my Maus," he complimented you while he kissed your forehead.

You giggled, humming in response before you both fell in a comfortable silence.

Moments flew by, it was getting dark, but you didn't know that at the time.

"Maus? Maus?" his voice echoed, although you couldn't make out his words.

"Oh, Meine Liebe (my love)," he cooed as he gently grabbed behind your knees, now cradling you as he placed soft kisses all over your face. "I'm right here. It's gonna be okay."

He rubbed your cheeks, rocking you back and forth in his big arms, shushing and cooing at you, trying everything to bring you back. He kept his eyes on yours, which were focusing and unfocusing, slightly darting back and forth but he knew that you were zoning out.

"Oh, my dear," he smiled, rubbing your cheek faster as he saw your eyes start to flutter, blinking rapidly to wet your eyes that hadn't blinked for a good moment. "Is she okay? Do you feel alright? Let's get you back home."

"Mhm," you lazily agreed, looking up at your boyfriend who made you feel so safe even in these vulnerable moments. There was no one else in the world you'd rather zone out around; with him, you were safe no matter the state you were in.

A/N - This was actually very comforting to me personally! I know zoning out isn't the exact same for everyone but I only hope I captured this well. Thank you for the request @almightywdm <3

[v1x3n]

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simon 'ghost' riley ⸝⸝ navigation ⸝⸝ goth masterlist ୨୧ tags : suggestive

୨୧ 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘰𝘱𝘴𝘪𝘴 : you and simon go to the beach with matching suits!

The way your thighs move as you walk around on the beach could almost make him come undone, but your thighs and your ass and your fucking tits. His cock was slowly growing painfully stiff.

You spin around, "Si! There's a spot round there” you gleam and walk to the spot you were just talking about. His eyes follow your bikini, the black fabric just barely covering your body. The spot you had picked was right at your feet and you settled down. A picnic blanket was brought to the floor with the bags pulled on top. "Come sit” smiling at him and hopping down to the floor, stretching your legs out whilst grabbing the uncream.

"I'll do it” Simon almost snatches the suncream off you and brings himself down next to you. Squirting the cream on your arms and sensually massaging it into your glistening skin. You glance down at his shorts, you and him had gotten matching pairs! He had black shorts with a small skull print at the bottom and you had a tiny bikini with skulls on both the pieces of fabric covering your tits, just for a second and catching his length hard. Not rock solid hard but getting there.

"Oi!" you shout and hit his arm away in faux anger. You giggle as his face turns into one of confusion, his mouth humming a small confused noise. “get your fucken dick away!” chuckles come from him as he finds out why you were so giggly.

“Perhaps I could put it in you instead?” Simon towers on top of you, holding himself on top of you while your laughs lay down and instead your face lights up with a warm red glow. A hand rubs up your thigh, the side of your hip then up to your bikini strap. Pinging the fabric of your skin, you glare at him. “cheeky cunt.”

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[celestialprincesse]

to celebrate cancer free, how about a picnic with simon? but he’s letting his paranoia get to him and you have to comfort him that the man feeding the ducks aren’t spying on them and simply…living?

Katz my baby 💕 giving me all the good ideas🎀

AFAB Reader💕🩰

It's impossible not to laugh at Simon as he lugs the overfilled picnic basket across the park, his hulking form and grumpy demenour so at odds with you and your floral sundress, the pink gingham picnic blanket you carry.

The park bustles pleasantly with those stepping out to celebrate the first real days of the English summertime; groups of mothers with their children and couples with the same idea as you, bottles of fizz poured into paper cups and packs of buscuits shared between them. You manage to find a spot with sunlight dappled perfectly by the leaves of an old oak, setting down your picnic blanket, followed by Simon setting down the wicker basket you'd insisted on bringing despite the inconvenience of it. You're perfectly content as you lay in your little quiet place, listening absently to birdsong and laughter, breathing in the fresh air, cut grass and daisies wafting up and making you sigh with bliss.

Unlike you, Simon doesn't have the capability to relax. He doesn't have an off switch. He's very much aware of the lows to which men like him will stoop - seen them firsthand with his family. It's impossible to shake that residual stress, that fear of being out in the open, (relatively) unarmed, with the person he loves more than life itself. "You're all," You snap Simon from his reverie as you attempt to mimic his edginess, bunching your shoulders to your ears and straightening your spine. "Sorry." He mutters apologetically, perpetually worried about runing your sunny days with the inevitable dark cloud that is his paranioa. "Don't apologise." You hum, shifting so your knees press into the blanketed ground, hands coming around his shoulders, ear resting against the centre of his back where you listen to the steady thumping of his heart. The way he settles into your arms doesn't go unnoticed, lets you guide him gently back intil you're both laying beside one another, his head settled on your stomach, letting your fingers card softly through his hair. He allows himself to relax until his breathing matches the soft flutter of your inhales, looping his fingers through yours as he remembers how to shed his armour - to push Ghost down into the far deep crevaces of his brain, refusing his request to make an appearance on such a lovely day. Ghost doesn't get to feel the sun on his skin and the touch of a beautiful woman. That's for Simon. You're for Simon.

Once you're sure he's suitably relaxed, you shimmy from Simon's grip, not missing the frustrated grunt he gives from the loss of his favourite pillow. You soon halt his grumbling when you unwrap some scones from a cloth napkin, procuring little tubs of jam and cream from your basket too.

You spend the afternoon pink cheeked and happy, sipping at little glass bottles of lemonade and snacking on punnets of fruit or little baked treats you'd whipped up the evening before, revelling in domestic bliss and wondering if perhaps one day you'd be doing this not only with you and Simon, maybe a sweet rescue dog too, and a baby on your hip. You have been feeling a little nauseous lately.

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I love babies and cute domestic shit!!! lovelovelove!! this page is not safe for pregancy trope haters!!! this is a domestic bliss safezone!!

[carelessflower]

Tmi gang and the perfumes they would use

your local tmi brained has come back with another analysis. this thread considered multi facets into picking a specific sense for each character, from their personality, occupation to their financial background. and feel free to add in any perfume you think also fit these characters 💖

Alec

Starting off with our beloved consul. After marrying into wealth and slowly moving away from the battlefield and into the office, Alec develops a penchant for light, comforting scents, thinking white floral, peony, and smell of freshly washed fine cashmere sweater. Note the sandalwood, through the influence of his husband

Magnus

The ever-elusive high warlock of Brooklyn. Gorgeous, exquisite taste. Say you can’t afford him and everyone knows it. Magnus loves a rich gourmand with bits of kick, much like his chaotic personality. He's a party boy at heart, but that family side sure brings out the sweetness

Clary

Clary is like the turning point between spring and summer. Windy enough for a lazy picnic. Floral but not too sweet. She needs something fresh, to roll out of bed every morning for shadowhunter training, art class, and then the occasional demon-hunting date night

Jace

The golden boy your parents warn you about. Is that the beast or the fallen angel? Can be seen either shirtless or sticking by his armies of worn leather jackets, Jace has no qualms about attracting eyes everywhere he goes. He would smell like he instigates a fight in some sleazy crowded bar, and win

Izzy

Classic. Feminine. Seductive. The fantasy of every man's dream. Vanilla, almond, and tropical fruits, it is as delicious as it get. But beware behind the sweetness, her sharp whip and sharper heels, ready to crush anyone and everyone getting in her way. And it would be an honor

Simon

He doesn’t know much about perfume but got this as a prank and refuses to stop using it unironically. He also thinks its' citrus and salt help with the sweat after training and band practice. He’s lucky Izzy happens to like his natural musky scent beneath all the spray

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Alternative pick for Alec

Still his favorite white floral, but there's more push for fresh and fruity

Alternative pick for Magnus

A million different smells at once, smokey and sexy

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[victoryverse]

what if simon's girl doesn't really care for sex but craves intimacy like touching and cuddling?? :')

You and Simon Ghost Riley have been together for a few months now, and you couldn't be happier. He's everything you've ever wanted in a partner - strong, loyal, and always there for you. But there's one thing that's been on your mind lately: your lack of interest in sex.

It's not that you don't find Simon attractive or that you don't love him - it's just that you don't have the same cravings for physical intimacy that most people do. Instead, you crave something else - something more intimate and personal.

One night, as you're cuddled up in bed with Simon, you decide to bring up the topic. 'Hey, can we talk about something?' you ask nervously.

Simon turns to face you, his eyes full of concern. 'Of course, what's on your mind?' he asks, stroking your cheek gently.

'It's just...I don't really care for sex. I'm happy when you have sex with me, but I don't-I don't have a sex drive or anything. It's-it's so embarrasing' you admit, feeling your cheeks heat up with embarrassment.

Simon's expression softens and he wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer to him. 'That's okay, Y/N. And it's not embarrasing or stupid, okay? We don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with,' he assures you.

You let out a sigh of relief, feeling grateful for Simon's understanding. 'It's not that I don't want to be close to you. I just...I crave something different,' you explain.

'What do you crave?' Simon asks, genuinely curious.

'Intimacy. Touching and cuddling. Just being close to you,' you reply, burying your face in his chest.

Simon's arms tighten around you and he kisses the top of your head. 'I can give you that. I love cuddling with you,' he says, his voice filled with love and sincerity.

And he does. From that moment on, Simon makes it a point to show you love and affection in ways that don't involve sex. He holds your hand, plays with your hair, and kisses your forehead. He even surprises you with romantic picnics and movie nights at home, just the two of you.

As time goes by, you realize that this is what true intimacy feels like. It's not about the physical act of sex, but about the emotional connection between two people. And with Simon, you feel more connected than ever before.

One night, as you're cuddled up on the couch watching a movie, you turn to Simon and say, 'I never thought I could feel so loved without sex. But you've shown me that there's so much more to intimacy than that.'

Simon smiles and presses a kiss to your lips. 'I'm just glad I can make you feel loved in any way possible,' he says, pulling you closer to him.

And in that moment, you know that you've found your perfect match. Someone who understands and accepts you for who you are, and loves you unconditionally. Because to Simon, your desire for intimacy is just another part of what makes you, you.

[hyperactively-me]

First of all: thanks for your service, the king!ghost au holds me in chokehold. Your writing is so beautiful!

What leads me to this: just imagine our princess has her first birthday in her new home, and Simon is trying everything to make it perfect for her, using everything he learned about her until now but somehow this day just makes her sad. Not because he isn't trying, but there is simply one thing missing what makes her birthday perfect, and that's her siblings.

thank you so much!! also, i smiled so big when i saw this request, the idea is sooooooo cute, love it sooo much!!!

As the day of your first birthday in your new home approached, King Ghost went to great lengths to make it a truly special occasion. He had observed and learned so much about you since you had moved to Kastron and became queen, and he was determined to make your first birthday in Kastron the best day. 

The palace was adorned with your favorite flowers, and the grand banquet hall was filled with a feast of dishes you loved, as well as a giant birthday cake. He had a whole day planned out of fun activities that he knew you would love. He had taken you on a private picnic out in the palace gardens, took you on a boat ride through the lake, and you even went riding in the countryside. Throughout the day, he showered you with thoughtful gifts, each one carefully chosen to reflect your interests. Yet, despite all his efforts, there was a sadness in your eyes that he couldn't ignore.

Late in the afternoon, as the festivities continued, you found a quiet moment alone with Simon. He could sense that something was amiss, that your heart was heavy on what should have been a joyous day.

You looked into his eyes, your voice trembling with a suppressed emotion. “Simon, I appreciate everything you've done for me today. It’s been beautiful, and I'm extremely grateful for your thoughtfulness. But I just…there's something missing.”

Simon’s brow furrowed with concern as he held your gaze. “What’s missing, love? Tell me, and I will do whatever it takes to make it right.”

A tear glistened in your eye as you replied, “It’s…it’s my siblings. This is the first birthday I've celebrated without them…it just doesn’t feel the same without them.”

Understanding washed over Simon’s face as he finally understood what was bothering you all day. He pulled you into his arms, holding you close and gently wiping away your tears. “I'm so sorry, dove. If I had known—”

“No, no, it’s not your fault,” you whisper, clutching onto him. “You didn’t know. Today has been beyond perfect, Si. Everything you’ve done for me today, it’s been so lovely.” 

You rest your head against his chest, taking a breath. “I just miss my siblings terribly."

Simon held you tighter, his love and understanding soothing your heartache. He runs his hand through your hair, pulling you into his lap. The moment you said you missed your siblings was the moment he promised himself that he would bring them here for you. 

. . . 

Once Simon finally had a moment of solitude, he wasted no time in seeking out his advisors. He immediately began devising a plan to expedite the arrival of your siblings to Kastron. After some diligent effort, the plan was set in motion; they would be arriving in five days. Now, it’s time to make it a surprise. 

. . .

A few days had passed; it was the day your siblings were set to arrive. He had woken you up, a giddy smile etched on his face. All morning and all afternoon he was smiling at you. 

“What’s with you today, Mr. Smiley?” you tease, squeezing his hand as you stroll through the garden. 

Simon chuckled, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Nothin’.” 

“Simon Riley, don’t you lie to me,” you say, stopping in your tracks, feigning upset.

Simon turns around to face you, grabbing your other hand. 

“Am I not allowed to smile in the presence of my beautiful wife?” he says.

You couldn't help but laugh at Simon's charming response. “You're allowed to smile all you want, but that's not just any smile, that's a 'I've got a big secret' smile.”

How perceptive you are.

Simon gave a playful sigh of defeat, his smile growing wider. “Alright, you've got me. But trust me, it's a secret worth waiting for.”

As you continued your stroll through the garden, you couldn't help but feel a sense of curiosity building within you. Simon's excitement was contagious, and you couldn't wait to find out what surprise he had in store.

He pulls a blindfold out, waving it in front of you.

“I’m gonna put this on you, okay?” he says, pushing your hair away from your face. You look up at him, confused. 

“Ohhhkay, I’m a little nervous now. It’s not an important holiday, right? Or an extension of my birthday, is it? Everything you did for me was perfect, Si, if this is what this is about—”

“Darling, trust me,” he interrupts, placing his hand over your mouth gently. 

You stare at him, the nod slowly. He chuckles at your widened eyes, bringing the blindfold up and over your eyes.

You grab onto his shirt, balling the fabric up in your hands.

“‘M not gonna let go of you,” he chuckles at you clutching onto his shirt. 

“Please don’t, I will get scared,” you mumble, half-joking.

Once he finishes securing the blindfold around your eyes, he grabs your hand, pulling it around his bicep. 

“‘m gonna take you somewhere, just hold on to me,” you hear Simon explain, his feet pulling you along as you start walking. You instinctively tighten your grip on his bicep, pulling yourself closer to him to feel more secure. 

As the sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a golden glow over the garden, Simon led you to a beautifully decorated gazebo. 

“There’s steps here,” he announces, taking your hand off his bicep, “‘m gonna pick you up now.” 

“Okay!—” you shriek as he scoops you up into his arms as though you weigh nothing, carrying you up the steps.

With a satisfied grunt, he sets you down, holding onto your arm to let you know he was still there. Just then, the sound of multiple footsteps caught your attention. 

“Ready, love?” Simon says, tugging at your blindfold gently.

“I guess so, yeah,” you say, excitement and nervousness thrumming through you. 

With a single tug, Simon removes the blindfold from your eyes, the sudden brightness of the sunset spilling into your vision. 

“Surprise!!” a cluster of voices cheer. 

“Oh my god.”

Every single one of your siblings stood in front of you, smiles all plastered on their faces. Your breath was caught in your throat and tears immediately sprung in your eyes. Tears of joy streamed down your face as you rushed forward and embraced them tightly. “I missed you all so much!”

Your heart swelled with happiness as you hugged each of them tightly, savoring the familiar scent and warmth of your family. Your siblings, equally emotional, hugged you back tightly. 

You take your sibling’s faces in your hands, peppering kisses on their cheeks. 

"We missed you too! This is all thanks to Simon,” they said, looking at him with gratitude.

Simon gently smiled, feeling a warmth in his heart as he watched your tearful reunion. Seeing you so beyond happy made his heart swell. You turn towards Simon, holding the hand of your youngest sibling. 

“I can't believe you all did this,” you exclaimed, wiping away the tears that flowed freely down your cheeks. “This is the best surprise ever!”

Your siblings exchanged knowing glances and grinned. Your oldest sibling stepped forward. “Well, we figured you've been working so hard lately, and with all the stress, you deserve a break and a little sibling love.”

One of your younger siblings chimed in, “And we couldn't pass up the chance to see the look on your face when Simon brought you here blindfolded.” You giggle at their words, tousling their hair. 

Simon chuckled and wrapped his arm around your waist. “They all insisted on it.”

“Thank you,” you whisper to Simon, your eyes filled with appreciation. “This is more than I could have ever asked for.”

Simon shrugged modestly, the smallest hint of a blush coloring his cheeks. “I just wanted to see you happy.”

“Well, you succeeded,” you replied, planting a soft kiss on his cheek. Your siblings chimed in with teasing grins, clearly approving of your relationship.

“Oh, stop,” you turn to your siblings, a mischievous smile etched across your face. 

“Go, spend time with them,” Simon whispers to you, squeezing your waist once before letting go of you.

You flash him a big smile and prance over to your siblings, grabbing their hands and yanking them from the gazebo.

“Follow me, everyone, I’ll give you a tour!” Simon hears your voice echo, faint laughter being carried by the wind.

Your heart has never felt more full.

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(masterlist)

[daisies-daydreams]

141 + König x reader finding out we took a secret photo of them and set it as our phone’s wallpaper? this is something I totally would do

Pairing: König/TF 141 x F!Reader Category: Fluff Warnings: Descriptions of breastfeeding (Ghost’s only), Brief mentions of nudity (non-explicit) Word Count: 1.2k+

A/N: Hello there! It’s so good to hear from you again! I loved this request, there were so many fun/fluffy scenarios I thought of. 🥰 I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

König 

The two of you were snuggled on the deck of König’s cabin. The snowy Alps stood proudly in the distance as a blanket of morning fog rolled over the valley. 

“Could you please get my phone, hon? I want to take a picture of the mountain range,” you smiled sweetly. König nodded before pressing a small kiss to your temple. 

“Of course, mein Liebling,” he grinned. He stepped back inside and grabbed your phone. The giant man hummed when he saw your screen light up with a picture of you and him lying on a picnic blanket. His cheeks dusted with pink as he remembered that day: the two of you out for a lunch in the park. 

He was so exhausted from his last mission that he fell asleep not long after his first bite. König’s heart softened a little as he laid eyes on you kissing his cheek while he slept, a patch of strawberry jam still lingering on the corner of his mouth. He smiled as he stepped back outside.

“What are you smiling about?” you giggled.  

“Oh, nothing,” König chuckled as he handed you your phone. You raised a brow before swiping left and opening your camera. König sat down next to you again, watching as you took a few photos. “You’re a great photographer,” he grinned. You smiled sheepishly.  

“You think so?” you asked. Your love nodded before kissing the back of your hand. 

“I do…I really do,” he beamed. “Your screensaver says it all,” König added. Your eyes widened a little as you nearly dropped your phone. He chuckled as you fumbled around. 

“Y-You don’t think it’s weird?” you asked. The corners of König’s eyes creased as he smiled. 

“Nein, it’s adorable,” your love grinned ear to ear. 

Gaz 

Kyle huffed when his phone died right in the middle of him following a recipe. 

“Hey babe!” he called. 

“Yeah?” you replied with a stuffy nose. 

“Could I borrow your phone? Mine just died,” he asked. Kyle heard you shuffle around the living room before you walked in wearing sweats and a tank top. “Sorry, hon,” he apologized as you shrugged. 

“Are you sure you want it? I don’t want to make you sick, too,” you sniffed before sneezing into the crease of your elbow. Kyle frowned before handing you a tissue. “Thank you,” you said as you swapped your phone for the tissue.

“Go get some rest. I’ll bring you some soup when I’m done,” he said with a soft smile. You nodded and shuffled back to the couch. 

Kyle sighed before turning your phone on. He blinked when he saw a photo of him standing on the end of a boat with his arms outstretched. Your love chuckled as he remembered the fishing trip…and how he made that pose moments before disaster. He shivered a bit as the phantom feeling of cold water washed over him. 

Your boyfriend finished up the soup before bringing some to you. You gave a tired smile as he came over and handed you the mug of hot soup. 

“Thank you, baby,” you murmured. 

“‘Course,” he winked before sitting down next to you. He slid your phone onto the arm of the chair as he settled in. “Good thing you brought a phone protector on our fishing trip, huh?” he gave a wry grin as he nudged your elbow. You gave him a cheeky smile. 

“I knew you'd see it eventually,” you giggled. 

Simon 

Simon mirrored your smile as he pushed the stroller along. The farmer’s market was bustling with shop goers and vendors alike, the warm spring air carrying scents of sweet fruits and treats. The two of you pulled up to a booth selling honey sticks when your baby began to sniff. You sighed as you looked at your watch. 

“I guess it’s that time,” you said before taking your infant from his comfy seat. Your son squirmed in your arms as he started to pout. “I know, honey,” you cooed. Simon met your gaze before tilting his head towards the picnic tables.

"Let's head over there, yeah?" he suggested.

"Good idea," you smiled. You made your way to one of the empty tables. He helped drape a nursing cover up over your shoulders as you tucked your son beneath it.

Simon raised a brow when your phone suddenly buzzed. Without even thinking he glanced over, a warm smile crossing his rugged, scarred face. 

A picture of him holding your precious, newborn son glowed brightly on your screen. His throat tightened as he looked at how small his boy was in his thick, muscular arms. Your little one had his tiny hand wrapped around his father's thick finger.

"Thought you'd be asleep," your husband said as he looked between you and your phone. You peeked at the screensaver and laughed.

"I'm more sneaky than you think," you winked playfully. Simon chuckled, his heart feeling more full than ever as he admired his beautiful family.

Price 

“Oh shoot!” you gasped. 

“What’s wrong, hon?” Price asked as he pushed your chair in. 

“I forgot my purse in the car,” you said. Price smiled. 

“I’ll get it, you go ahead and order our drinks,” he winked. You giggled and nodded. 

“Don’t take too long,” you winked back. Price chuckled. He adored the fact that, despite being years into your marriage, the two of you still acted like you were in your honeymoon phase.

Price strolled outside the restaurant and unlocked the car. He snatched your purse before watching as your phone slipped out. His eyes widened as it slapped against her pavement.

Your husband clenched his jaw as he picked it up, thankful that there wasn’t a single scratch. He paused when your phone lit up with a familiar image. 

Your oldest daughter remained perched on his shoulders. A giraffe tilted its neck down as the thee-year-old held out a small bundle of leaves, her face lit up with joy as her favorite animal ate from her hand.

The corners of the Captain’s eyes creased as he smiled. He slid your phone back into your purse before walking inside, ready to spend the night out with his lovely wife.

Johnny 

Your boyfriend hummed along to the melody as he swayed side to side. The two of you were dancing in your kitchen, your head on his chest as he kept a hand on your lower back. The song slowly came to an end. Johnny smiled before pressing his lips against yours, only to jolt when an upbeat song started to play. 

“Agh, sorry,” you laughed as you paused your phone. He happened to catch a glance at your screensaver, which looked like a blurred version of him fast asleep. 

“What you got there?” Johnny grinned. You blinked and looked down at your phone. 

“What? My phone?” you giggled as you held it up. Your boyfriend snorted and shook his head. “Hey!” you protested when he snatched it. “Johnny!” you said. The Scotsman smirked as he held it high above your head. 

“Lemme see,” he smiled before opening your phone. His grin grew as he saw an image of him bathed in the early morning light, the bedsheets hanging loose around his naked hips as he slept peacefully. You bit your lip as you glanced away. 

“I-It was just-“ you paused when he kissed your cheek. 

“I love it,” he said with sparkling eyes. You smiled sheepishly as he handed you your phone. “Though it would look better if you included my arse in it,” Johnny winked. 

“Johnny,” you chastised as he chuckled.

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Simon “Ghost” Riley/Reader NSFW

Here I am again after being in the void for months, this time with a COD fic! I know, I know, you’re all proud of me for writing something other than Michael Myers porn but it won’t last long, I promise. If you want more Ghost porn send the petitions to my ask box! My Masterlist has much more 18+ stuff, you should look at it (if you’re old enough)

Anyway! Warnings: Stalker! Simon, dub-con, somno, reader orgasm, size difference, he gives reader head (if I miss any tags please tell me lmfao)

“G’morning, love.”

Simon softly spoke as he sat up in your bed, stretching thoroughly and peering over at your sleeping form as his body got used to being up. He let his eyes wander to you, sweeping your entire form methodically, a habit from being out on the field. You looked stunning while you slept, and Simon felt himself move toward you; keeping his hands off of you was hard enough when you were awake, but now? Impossible. As you lay there still, none of the stressors of the day weighed you down, you weren't as tense as you normally were; he’d define the word ‘peace’ with a picture of you sleeping, he’d probably use the same photo for the word ‘home’ too- you’d be the definition of many things for him, but that means he’d need more photos of you.

The thought, and the guilt it would bring, bounced around in his head as he positioned himself above you, his much larger form dwarfing yours completely and making him harden in his loose sweats, with, of course, nothing underneath. He leaned down, softly kissing your face before tracing the curve of your body down to the hem of your shorts; he wished he hesitated, that his fingers were shaking as he took them off completely, he wanted so desperately to hold his breath in fear that you’d hear the shakiness in each one. But he didn't. He was still, precise, and most worrying, calm.

It didn't take him long to get you worked up; he knew what you liked, exactly how to swirl his tongue around your clit and how to curl his fingers just enough to make you spill onto his face. Unfortunately, Simon is good at his job, and your calm dream is uninterrupted with a blinding orgasm that has your wholesome picnic turning into something you'd have to unpack later. Your body tenses as you cum, and your eyes slowly open only to roll to the back of your head and close again. When the ride was over, and your breath found you again, you sat up; it didn't take long to feel the sheets, and your racing heartbeat, to know that he’d visited again. You shakily stood, thoughts racing as you made your way to the bathroom. You’d have to triple check the house before bed to ensure no door or window remain unlocked again, and to make sure the spare keys are right where you left them.

[coqvttes]

Hey I love your blog so much and your writing is amazing and the picnic idea is so cute! Could I do Fairy Cakes with Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley with a female!reader and the activity be maybe just the two of them reading or painting together in a meadow or something. I love sappy things like that 🥺❤️👉👈

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hey, my love! thank you i’m so glad you like the picnic idea and i appreciate it! i love fluff and this is such a sweet idea! ❤︎︎

sfw : gn!reader, fluff.

“stay still," he orders, you pout at him as you stop fixing your hair.

“ughh c’mon you must be finished by now!” he smiles at your complaint and shakes his head. you huff and cross your arms, your eyes trained on the way his eyebrows are pinched in concentration as he focuses on the strokes of the paintbrush. 

occasionally he lifts his gaze from the pad of paper to look up at you, taking in every single detail. he swears you’ve never been prettier with the way the sunlight falls perfectly on you, illuminating you like an angel, his angel. he smiles at how you play with the flowers by your legs as you lay on the blanket comfortably.

the sweet sounds of birds singing and the wind blowing the through the leaves of the trees, it's perfect, it's calming. you smile at how the wind blows his hair, messing it up a little.

he finally stops painting and just stares at the paper, holding it at just the right angle so you can’t catch a glimpse of it. he’s studying it, but it seems that he doesn’t like it much. 

“come on i know you’re finished. let me seeeee!”

“no! i'm not good at this, trust me, you don’t want to see it.” 

you protest and hastily try to snatch the pad of paper from his hands, but his grip is strong, and he pulls it away from you just in time. 

“please, simon, pleaaase.” you pout, and he raises his brows at you but softens at the sound of your whining and the look on your face. he gives in, just like he always does, finally turning the paper around to show you. he looks away in embarrassment, and you can see the flush that spreads across his cheeks. 

you take it from his hands, and there are practically hearts in your eyes as you look at it with adoration. you smile at the adorable portrait he's painted just for you. it looks like the handwork of a child's, but you love it so so much because it’s simon’s. 

he’s put so much thought into it, making note of all the details that he just loves about you, and it makes your heart melt. he notices how you stare for a while and tries to pry it from your hands, but you pull it flush against your chest and smile at him. 

“i love it, simon. thank you!” you practically throw yourself against him, and he wraps his arms around you in an embrace, smiling into your hair as he inhales your sweet scent. 

“thought you might not like it,” he mumbles as you pull away, pecking his lips. you giggle at his words and look at the drawing pad in your hands.

“of course i do, silly!” 

“who are you calling silly?” with that, he lunges at you, your back hitting the soft blanket, the grass prickling you slightly through the thin fabric. he pins you down to the ground with one palm before tickling your side with the other. you squeal uncontrollably when he buries his head in your neck, blowing raspberries into your skin, causing you to giggle and squirm beneath him. 

he chuckles down at you, and in that moment, he’s never felt more in love with you. only you can make him feel vulnerable like this, only you can bring out the playful side of this beast of a man, and only you, could he love so much.

[tayas-words]

Random Seduce me Facts

None of the boys will wear hoodies except Matthew because in their minds they still think their horns are there.

Sam and Matthew aren’t trusted to do the laundry, mainly by James. But when he’s off on a business trip, none of the others care.

Damien loves salad, like any kind of salad.

Erik does the groceries and he always brings everyone back their favourite small snack.

In the summer, James, Erik and Damien (+ their s/o’s) have have picnics/tea parties every two weeks or so where they discuss everything

On his days off, James helps teach Damien how to read and write.

Whenever they put into the town, they always make sure to stop at the pet store so Damien can say hello to his favourite little white kitten who always seems to be there. (Little does he know Sam is planning on getting him it for Christmas) and when he does get him, they make sure to go to the pet store everytime to get the cat a new toy or treat.

Simon tabby loves Damien and Erik and Mika.Hates everyone else.

Everyone likes to go outside for their own quiet time so they have an unspoken schedule because they’re all so predictable.

The brothers all have a scheduled hangout with each other every week once that all no longer live in the mansion.

They’re all weirdly into sports, mainly basketball and hockey. James gets analytical before he really gets into the game. Everyone else calls his bluff when he says who will win (it’s always a bad idea to bet against James)

One time Sam, Matthew and Erik all decided to play a drinking game, they all drank so much they had to get more and they were still sober after 4 hours. (They forgot human liquor doesn’t effect them)

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

Bedtime story - Simon “Ghost” Riley*Fem!Reader

summary: You and Ghost are married and has a daughter. Ghost telling bedtime stories to her.

“Daddy, can you tell the story about mommy again?”

“Of course, sweetheart.”

Simon looks down at his daughter, the most precious person in the world, the one he will ditch all things to protect.

Her blonde hair shines under the light, slightly long hair scatters across the pillow as she looks up at him with expecting eyes, eyes just like yours.

“She is the prettiest woman in the world, when you’re still in her tummy, she eats a lot of nutrients even though they taste like hell because she wants our baby to grow healthy.” His eyes narrow, mind wandering back to the days you took a deep breath before drinking those medicines and rambling about how bad the flavors are while shoving a handful of chocolate into your mouth.

“She was bad at crochet, but she insisted on making your toys by herself. She untied the wool many times, and finally made this for you.” Simon points at the teddy bear squeezed between his daughter and him, which is being hugged more tightly by her, and he huffs out a laugh at the cute move.

“She practiced baking cookies twice a week, so she could bake them for you when you’re old enough to go to school.”

“Did mommy tell you how to make the cookies I bring every day?”

“yeah, honey.”

Simon watches your daughter let out a big yawn, so he pulls the comforter over to cover her properly.

“Time to sleep, baby. It's late and there’s school tomorrow” He coos.

“but you haven’t said how you met mommy yet!”

“Let’s say that tomorrow, yeah?”

“okay......” She snuggles closer to him “Goodnight, papa.”

“Goodnight, love.” He presses a kiss to her forehead, and he returns a smile when she kisses his cheek too.

Simon watches her close her eyes, and a short while after the little snores tell him that she is already asleep.

Moving softly in case he wakes her up, he changes into a position so she can sleep more comfortably in his arms.

Reaching his arms to lower the light, he looks at the picture framed and placing under the lamp, the photo he secretly took when you were busy baking the cookies in the kitchen.

He still remembers your cheer when you first time baked a good plate of cookies, the expectance on your beautiful face when you told him to give them a bite, and the warmth you hugged him when he said it was not bad.

The soreness in his heart is indescribable. He has so many things he wants to do with you and your daughter, he wants to take you two to a picnic, become your cookie tester again, wants to show his friends he finally got the life he has craved for years.

and his gaze travels back to his daughter again, the gem of you two, the treasure you left before you said goodbye to him forever.

She sleeps soundly against his chest, hands holding the teddy bear whilst she mumbles some nonsense words during her dreams.

He knows you will be glad that your daughter is becoming a considerate kid just like you hope, he imagines you praising her and telling him how you’re proud of them.

Can you see me, my love? I miss you, I miss you more than anything.

[spidergutz-writes]

What are some fluff hcs that you have for any and all of your handsome boys?? How would you spend a day with them? What are dates each of them would take you on?

meadow! Your spoiling me with all these delicious and amazing ideas!!

I’ll actually probably make this in 2 or 3 parts just so I can fit all mah bois :) (if requested, I will also add in some of my favorite gals!)

RED GUY:

Hand holding to the max!!

could be watching the most horrific thing unfold infront of him, and his hand would still be slotted in with yours

making dinner? He’s holding your hand.

watching tv? He’s holding your hand.

sleeping? Yup, he’s holding your hand!

he's a very shameless person when it comes to the softer things in your relationship

will not hesitate to pull you into his lap for cuddles.

also won’t hesitate to cling to you on every part of the day.

your cooking? Well so is he, now.

he loves cooking with you. It’s just so…normal.

normality is not something he experiences a lot, so even when you two are doing simple and mundane things, he enjoys it to the fullest :)

bro's sense of humor is so bad, but it gets to the point where it’s so ungodly terrible, that it becomes funny.

“Hey...what do you call a prisoner walking downstairs?”

“i dunno..What do ya call 'em?”

“..a CONDESCENDING… :D”

he thinks he’s funny, so please laugh :((

dates include him and you cooking a dessert of some sort.

his favorite is making apple cobbler pie with you :3

often you’ll end up with flour hand prints on your ass and some whipped cream on your nose.

he's just a silly guy doing silly things with his ooohh sooo silly partner!!

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JIN BUBAIGAWARA: (what? He dies? No. No he doesn’t. Not here. He lives. That’s the reality we have here. Deal with it. Go argue with the wall idc.)

my sweet sweet baby boy. Where should I start?

okay, before he overcomes his trauma:

Took his mask off infront of you once, and now he can’t stop.

hes addicted to how you kiss his scar

how you coo at him and tell him he’s so handsome 🥺

Will fight for you if it’s serious. He’s still scared he’s a clone :((

will stand up for you tho

anyone says anything bad about you? He’s cursing them out while his alter ego is making weirdly terrifying threats.

”YOU GOT SOMETHING TO SAY, HUH?” “I hope you sleepwalk into oncoming traffic...” “DONT YOU FUCKIN SAY ANYTHING ABOUT MY PARTNER” “I hope everyone you love leaves you.…”

Dates consist of you two sitting on top of rooftops while having a picnic. Talking shit, cuddling, and eating.

you two end up falling asleep in each others arm a lot, admiring the sunset or the moon.

he is a human heating pad. Like seriously. You don’t need a blanket when he’s around

Loves lying on his back with you laying on his chest :)

is a little shy :(

Thinks you don’t want others to know you two are a thing :(((

but when you hold his hand in public or in front of the league? He melts.

When you first kissed his lips over the mask in public? He cried a little

tears of joy :)

can’t cook for shit. That man burns water.

don’t ask me how, but you tasked him to make breakfast one morning, and a fire broke out.

there was also mayonnaise on your ceiling. Again, don’t ask, not even he knows.

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Simon Riley "Ghost" (this motherfucker doesn't die either. if anyone tells me otherwise, meet me at the Arby's parking lot at 6, BECAUSE I WILL FIGHT YOU)

oh my lawdy lawd. he is just SO FINE, WHERE DO I EVEN START??

this man has issues. he's really touch starved, but doesn't know how to accept any light touches.

he might shy away from your light advancements, because he's so used to any physical bringing harm or ill intent towards him.

but when you kiss his cheek, and hug his (slutty) little waist, he folds like a lawn chair on a hot summer day.

will scream, cry, throw up, roll on the ground, and promptly die if you ever serve him tea in a bowl (the French do this.)

likes to go to the gym with you. he loves to see you work out iykwim.

Ghost has never been a man for soft things, but he Isn't Ghost with you. With you, he's Simon Riley, a man who longs to have a sense of normalcy, a man who wants to take you out to nice restaurants, and a man who wants to bend down on one knee for you, and ask that burning question that lays in the back of his mind 24/7

he wants to do all of those things, but its going to take time. his insecurities tell him you deserve a man who can do more for you, but as always, you wash those thoughts away for him.

for now, his dates consist of concealed places, like the safety of either his, or your home, where he can take off his mask, safely. sitting, watching movies, drinking wine or scotch, and cuddling.

He's a big advocate on "actions speak louder than words" so he doesn't say "I love you" too often, but when he does say it? you better get the tissues. because he only says it during a really vulnerable moment of his, like when he's calming down from a PTSD induced flashback, or a panic attack, or when its late, in the middle of the night, when he knows its just him and his demons awake, with you sleeping soundly in his arms.

believe it or not, THIS MAN CAN COOK-

listen, i know he's British, and i know he's in the military, but that man just radiates "I'll make you a five star meal before i snap your neck"

he is a god when it comes to making steak. give him a basic ass steak, some spices, and a few other side ingredients and he'll give you a true taste of heaven. A taste of heaven from a man from hell.

we love him all the same though <3

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holy fucking hell this took WAY too long, and I took some extra time on Ghosts.

as always, any type of constructive criticism is appreciated, no matter how harsh or small it is <3