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alexthetrashyracoon · 8 months ago

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CW// None aside from the occasional cursing and the mistakes I made during writing. They come in pairs now, like sunflower seeds and enjoy the sun once in a while, just let them out.

Likes/Shares/Whatever you want to do with my writing aside from copying it (not that any of this is worth copying). Everything is very much appreciated by me <3

You should think that someone like Simon Riley has patience, not just a small amount but damn, this man should be the most patient guy on the planet. He was a trained sniper after all, it was his job to lay in one place for long without doing much. Right?

Ha, very, very, very wrong.

You learned that early in your relationship with him.

Simon Riley was everything but patient.

He wasn’t aggressive or anything with you, god forbid, he would never put his hands on you, you’re his reason to live, love, laugh.

But let this man out into the open, let Simon get into a car with the knowledge he has to be somewhere in time, it doesn’t matter if he has ten minute to be there or three hours, he turns his professional patience into some kind of road rage. Simon never did anything that could get anyone into danger, he was very responsible but he grumbled and complained a lot.

You always have the best time of your life, listening to him complaining about every single driver aside from him winning their drivers licenses in the lottery or getting it from the back of a cereal box.

He follows the traffic rules to a T, not wanting to put you, or anyone else in that matter, in danger even if he all he wanted to do was to push his foot down on the gas all the way through and just race off to your appointment.

“All of them, bloody stupid as hell. They all deserve to get send back into driving school.” He grunts and rolls his eyes at a young couple in the car next to them, that is more interested in making out than driving.

“You know, Simon.” You grin at him while scrolling through your social medias and switching the radio to something that soothes even Simon’s impatient nerves, “This whole traffic jam thing has a good thing to it.”

“And what would that be, darling?” He raises a brow before reaching for the pack of cigarettes in the middle console, pulling one out and lighting it with one hand, quickly putting the window down you didn’t drown in the smoke.

“Since you insisted on being overly early to our date night, now we’ll be right on time for it and won’t have to freeze our asses off, waiting for our table to be ready.” You grin and pat his hand on the joystick.

He remains quiet for a second before laughing softly and shaking his head. “Only you see the good thing in a damn traffic jam, darling. Good to know.”

And just as promised you made it to the restaurant right on time, well, you had a minute or two to spare but thanks to the bad traffic on the way there you wouldn’t freeze.

Oh and, don’t let Simon order food in.

He’s like a dog, sitting at the window, waiting for the poor delivery guy to show up on your front porch.

But otherwise, when it came to you, he had more patience than any other person on this planet and you love him for it. And his impatience.

And yeah, I headcanon Simon Riley as a very responsible drive, aside from his impatience. The driving scene we had in MW2 (don’t know about MW3, haven’t played it nor will I ever do so) is a stress reaction in my head at least, you do you of course, if I were being hunted by my former allies, I too would probably not be very caring about rules and regulations on the streets. Plus, if my mate were bleeding from a shot wound, I would make sure to be as fast as possible to get him the medical attention he needs.

#cod x reader #cod x gn!reader #cod x you #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #alex writes #fanfic

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captain-mj · 1 year ago

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Hear me out, Soapghost, Brahm's The Boy. Eh?? Eh??

I've been talking about this movie a stupid amount lately so... yeah, I'll eat this up. CW: This is based off a horror movie so it's the normal stuff, violence, stuff like that but also noncon voyeurism (Ghost watches Soap without him knowing but also listens to him) and Soap is just in general a bit of a freak

Made quite a few changes but it's the same premise

His interviewer had been a kind older man named Price. He was only in his 30's and was clearly capable of running the place, but he had been told to hire someone while he took a much needed vacation. Apparently, no one else stayed in the house but Price, which seemed a bit odd as he was clearly someone hired on, not the owner. Price had went through all of his duties and most importantly, he went over the lovely, lovely salary.

Soap had thought this job was just a bit too good to be true. He had to do some basic house sitting things and then he was clear. Also, he had to be nice to this doll.

The thing was... honestly kinda cute. His body was soft cotton over some stuffing and a skull design. Yeah, he wasn't the best of dolls, but he was a doll.

A cute doll. But a doll. nonetheless. His name was Ghost.

Regardless, he followed the rules. He had grown up Scottish and hearing of Brownies and other little folklore creature. Make breakfast. Give Ghost doll a kiss on forehead. Don't question any weird happenings, it's an old house. Make dinner, leave a section for Ghost. And always make sure to leave a cup of tea out at night. One cream, two sugars. Extra strong tea.

It tasted like tea, just rather sweet. Soap didn't like it. He had tried to make himself a cup to have with the mystery thing in the walls, but he ended up stopping and going to bed after a while. Each time, the food and drink was consumed.

Soap had... accepted that something was there with him. He was fairly certain it was a cat or something that could smell the cream. Most of the dishes were fairly meat based or had a lot of broth. It didn't make the most sense, but the alternate was a dog and he'd rather not think about some silent mutt walking around stealing food off the tables. Riley, the only dog on the entire property, was far too well trained for such behaviors. The little dog was odd, often staring at the walls for hours or sometimes disappearing around corners. Soap wasn't a big fan of dogs but he did make exceptions for her.

Things were a little spooky sometimes, but Soap never found himself being frightened. I mean... Ghost was a pretty good protector he always joked with the people that delivered groceries. Plus, whether it be ghost, monster or a dog, it hadn't come close to Soap yet. It occasionally made the floor creak or moved things, but nothing bad or mischievous.

The fact that he got to live in this huge house that sprawled out over acres of land and had it's own lake was excellent too. Every week on Sunday, someone would deliver groceries. It was clear they were being altered slightly, no two exactly the same although meals interlapped all the time, but Soap chalked it up to a delivery system that lets someone schedule different orders.

"Do you know anything about the man that hired you?" The delivery guy always spoke in hushed tones, looking around the home nervously, as if a man would pop up out of nowhere to bring death and ruin, but now, they werespeaking at barely above a decibel, glancing around feverishly.

Soap shrugged. "No. Just know how much I'm paid and what my job entails. Why?"

"Simon Riley was an odd guy, even before the fires. Some people insist he started them. He's an odd fellow. if he hired you, I'd tread lightly." The man looked at him uneasily before glancing at the wall directly behind Soap. His mouth fell into a grimace. "Fucking freak."

Soap felt a weird surge of protectiveness. Yes, he had never met Simon in person, but the entire place felt like a huge memorial to his family. Each room decorated like they'd come back to it and, if this guy was to believed, that meant he had to recreate each detail. He was also a very generous employer and he'd never wronged Soap or anyone that he'd talked to. Soap wanted the man out of the house, feeling a very strong sense of being watched thanks to the entire situation. "Haven't met him. Thank you."

The man looked at him with something strangely similar to pity before nodding. "See you next week, MacTavish." He left Soap alone to put the groceries away.

"Fucking asshole." Soap started to put the groceries away and quickly heard the floor creak. "Ghost?"

Complete silence.

He ignored it and put everything away. After stretching real quick, back popping and limbs burning just a little, he tried to decide what to do. His shoulder injury was acting up so most things were out. Damn thing had already gotten him discharged after only a year in the services, he didn't see the reason for it to keep tormenting him.

Riley seemed to have an idea so he took her on a walk. Most dogs preferred schedules, Soap knew, but according to Price, Riley was an ex military dog and had a mind of her own. Soap thought she was like him and after the military, they just liked experiencing each day as a new thing. Not just a repeat of the old ones.

She stopped at the edge of the property and kept glancing at him before trying to trot a little farther away. Soap whistled and she walked back, clearly displeased that he didn't follow her. Riley barked at him and circled him before tapping her nose against his thigh like she was trying to herd him. He laughed her off and motioned back inside. She followed, though clearly still upset about it.

Soap went and showered, letting the hot water filter over him. Price had assured him that the only cameras were on the outside of the house, but he always felt watched in here. Ghost, his little doll companion, always waited outside. It was silly, not wanting the doll to be able to look at him, but he couldn't help it.

Right now, the feeling wasn't there and Soap took a deep breath before letting his hand slide down. He had no way of knowing that Ghost was right on the other side of the wall, silently holding his breath.

His hand reached down slowly, just barely stroking himself. He bit his lip hard and stroked himself a little more earnestly, getting a tiny gasp that set Ghost's insides on fire.

Soap closed his eyes, going through a few different scenarios. The first thought was of being interrogated, but it felt a bit too harsh. His thoughts drifted to the masked men he had met in the army. The idea of their hands on him.

"Please..." He choked hard, thrusting in hands. "Oh, please." Soap tried for a few minutes, but the edge he needed wasn't there. He shifted his weight, spreading his legs a little so he could reach his hand lower down to press against his hole..

The name popped up in his head. "Ghost." Why he said it out loud was beyond him, but it made the person listening very happy to hear. And very hard.

With shaking hands, Simon undid his belt and tried to make his hand follow Soap's movements based on the grunts and noises he heard. He could turn his head and look through the small crack and watch. Really give himself a show, but he wanted to show some restraint.

Soap managed to get his finger inside and groaned. "Please, Ghost. It feels good."

Ghost's breath sped up and so did his hands. His hips moved of their own accord, jerking up and chasing the pleasure. He could only imagine how Soap would feel. Probably far better than his hand. As long as Soap stayed in his house, he'd take care of him. He got rid of that nasty delivery guy and he'd get rid of anyone else.

Soap was his.

His.

He whimpered and heard Soap stop immediately. Ghost held his breath again as Soap quickly turned off the shower and they both waited to see what would happen.

"John?" Soap called out, listening.

Ghost didn't dare move an inch. This particularly floorboard was creaky and he couldn't risk it.

After a moment, Soap turned the shower back on and quickly finished getting himself cleaned up. He didn't finish though, clearly too freaked out. Ghost scratched at his skin, pissed he had just fucked that up.

Ghost fixed the grocery list again and Soap was happy to get the groceries from the new person the next week.

They were very nice and handed him everything. One of the items was a bottle of lube.

Soap felt himself turn bright red. He had long forgotten about the shower incident, marking everything down as the house settling.

How embarrassing.

However, the lotion was a high quality kind and it looked... Soap had only had lotion and his spit, neither were that great for penetration.

Minutes later, after the stuff that would go bad got put in the fridge, he was using it. He was gagging for it, a little upset his fingers could only go so deep. Soap was rough with himself, liked it that way. His fingers kept going after he felt he'd explode from overstimulation before he finally let himself collapse.

Ghost enjoyed the show and wondered how Soap would feel about dildos. There was no way he'd be able to put that in the order without suspicion, but if ever came out...

No. It was a horrible idea. Despite how nice and inviting Soap looked right now.

Then he came. An ex boyfriend of Soap's. It made Soap stupidly angry just seeing him and when he tried to go in to grab him, he almost clocked him. However, it was clear he was drunk and he wanted to know how he found this address so he bit his tongue and let him in.

"Johnny! Johnny!" He moaned, stepping around and around before finally stumbling into the couch. "You disappeared on me, babe."

Soap took a deep breath to try to calm himself. "I broke up with you, Kent. Remember? I'm not interested anymore." Riley sat nearby, a watchful eye. She did not growl or bark or even announce her presence. She waited.

"Listen, I know I made mistakes. But come on. They were honest."

"Let's talk about this when you're sober in the morning, yeah?" Soap made sure to enunciate, not wanting to hear any snide remarks about his accent from him. "I have things I need to do. Just sleep here." He grabbed Ghost, always careful to hold him with both hands and to his chest. The doll wasn't the largest thing and he was sure he could handle being dropped but... well, it just didn't feel right to do so.

Kent sat up. "What's that thing?"

Soap paused and mulled over his words. "Nothing too important. Just part of taking care of the house. I'll put it away real quick."

"Freak owner wants you to babysit his dolls?"

Soap felt himself bow up, gritting his teeth. Instead, he just bit that back as well. "Don't be so mean to the owner. He seems like a nice guy. Just go to sleep and don't throw up on the carpet." He fled the room, torn between wanting to scream at Kent or just beat him. Regardless, he didn't want to deal with him intoxicated at all so he'd wait until later.

Kent finally noticed Riley. "Thought you hated dogs."

"I do but she's a nice companion."

"You must have to vacuum constantly."

Soap paused and frowned. "What?"

"German Shepherds shed a lot unless you groom them regularly. Do you groom her?"

Soap knew fuck all about dogs, but as he thought about it, yeah, he had always heard people complain about how much shepherds shed and he hadn't groomed Riley once. A few hairs had been stuck to his palm after grooming, but her coat remained pristine. "No. Go to sleep."

Ghost went to his bed and received his little kiss on the forehead. Soap like always pulled the blankets up to the dolls chin and then patted him before leaving.

He didn't sleep well. Kept feeling like someone was standing over him.

Soap made breakfast, two plates sat side by side. It didn't really register until Kent was thanking him for cooking and scooping up his plate that he had a guest. Explaining that he had a weird arrangement with the thing living in his house seemed... well a bit insane. As much as he willingly followed the rules, he wasn't sure he wanted to explain them to anyone else. So he stayed quiet and silently apologized to Ghost.

Soap made himself coffee and a cup of tea that he purposely put out of Kent's sight. "So how did you find me?"

"Your mom. Johnny, this felt a bit extreme don't you think? I understand if you hate me. But ditching your whole family?"

Soap swung around, gripping the spoon in his hand like it was it was an actual weapon that could do damage. "Fuck you, Kent. You don't get to fuck around with other people, take advantage of the fact I lost my job, my career, my passion."

"Jesus, Johnny. You lost the military. Big fucking deal. It's better than if you got blown up out there."

"Would've preferred it to dealing with you."

Kent scowled and grabbed Ghost. "So what? You prefer sitting up here, playing dolls than being in the real world? Your family misses you and"

"They can keep missing me. I don't want to talk with them. I don't want to talk with you. And I really think it's best you leave."

Riley snorted and put herself between Soap's legs to heel. Despite her relaxed appearance and peaceful nature, not even hunting squirrels in her retirement, she was tensed up. Clearly ready to maul if just given the order.

"Riley, stay down girl." Soap lightly tapped his ankle against her side in a move he had seen the K-9 units at work use. "Kent, put the doll down. I think it's a sentimental thing for the owner."

"No. This is ridiculous. You sit up here, acting like this. For what? Some guy? You two fucking or something?"

"No, I haven't even met the guy, just put Ghost down." Soap could hear the desperation creeping into his voice.

Kent paused. "Ghost?"

If either of them bothered to stop and listen, they'd hear the creaking of the floorboards. Angry tapping on the walls.

Soap paused. "Yeah. The guy who hired me called him Ghost so I just started calling him that. Just put him down."

Riley left her heel and Soap almost panicked before seeing that she was standing by the mirror she loved.

Kent stared him, suddenly seeming a lot more hateful than he did just a moment ago. He then grabbed the doll and tore it along the inseam on the back.

Cotton fell out but so did scraps of cloth and something metal that hit the floor with a clunk.

Dogtags. Soap would recognize the sound anywhere. It made sense. Simon was probably ex military, same as Riley and Soap.

They sat on the floor next to the cotton and then there was another crack, this time of the glass on the mirror.

Kent whirled around, freezing for a moment. The lights ahead seemed to flicker, but that may have just been his imagination. Soap watched mutely as Kent went to the glass and touched it, following the cut. "Weird. Probably change in air pressure or so-"

A gloved hand smashed through the glass to grab him. Giant fingers pressed into his face as he slammed him into the frame of the mirror, letting him go and making him stagger.

Ghost shoved through the rest of the glass and leaned down to step through.

Big.

Soap pulled back, heart fluttering from fear. He watched this stranger with a skull mask just like Ghost's grab Kent and wrestle him to the floor effortless. Kent struggled but this man was a lot bigger and more importantly, better trained. He struck out and broke Ken's nose, blood splattering on the floor.

"Ghost!" Soap quickly tried to get his attention. The stranger faltered and looked up. Giant brown eyes looked at him. Prettiest eyes that Johnny had ever seen. "Stop."

Just as well trained as Riley, Ghost pulled back. He stepped on Kent's hand as he walked to Soap, staring down at him intensely.

Soap backed up into the kitchen island.

"Johnny." Ghost... purred. The name felt foreign on his tongue, but the response it got from Soap made it perfect.

"Simon?"

Ghost's eyes crinkled from smiling. "Yes. It's nice to finally meet you." He kept advancing until they were pressed against each other. Soap was taken back by the size difference but Ghost fixed that by leaning down. His mask face rubbed against his jaw and along his throat before... sniffing him.

Soap gripped the counter and took a deep breath. He wasn't afraid. Not one bit and honestly that should probably scare him or even just bother him but....It didn't. It didn't at all.

"Johnny." Ghost pressed tight against him, hands finding their way to his hips before sliding them under his shirt. "Thank you, thank you."

Soap wasn't sure what Ghost was thanking him for but before he could ask, he heard the dull thwack of something hitting Ghost's back.

There was a moment of silence before Ghost caught the poker on it's second swing. He glanced at Soap, clearly pleading.

"Go for it."

Watching Ghost beat Kent should've done something. Maybe he should've ran. But Soap had missed the violence and he did not miss Kent one bit.

Watching Ghost move was alluring as well and Soap felt a flush get to his cheeks as his body reacted. He should tell him to stop. Kent wasn't moving.

Soap let out a sharp gasp and Ghost turned his head back to him, blood splattering on his mask now.

"I'll be good." Simon promised. "Better than him. I'll be your good boy."

Johnny stared at him. "I know you will. My good boy, yeah?"

Simon let go of the poker from the fireplace, letting it slide. "Sunshine, do you mind giving us the room?"

Riley ran, knocked her head against his leg, and then quickly ran out. Tail wagging.

"You call her sunshine?"

"Course. She's my sunshine and you're my love." Simon said it so earnestly. So big and so hot and then he was pressing Soap against the island again. "Kiss?"

Soap swallowed and kissed his cheek, making Ghost whine. "Please... Please..." He tilted his head, making it clear what he wanted but letting Soap lean in. Their lips meet, the soft fabric between them getting in the way but Soap could still feel Ghost's lips moving against his own.

Simon pulled away, eyes hazing and adoring. Almost obsessive. He rubbed his cheek against Johnny's. "I'll be your good boy."

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ghostssweetgirl · 2 years ago

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crazy over you ~ simon ghost riley x reader slow burn/enemies to lovers

description: y/n gets transferred to task force 141 and quickly becomes friends with soap and gaz, but her and ghost "hate" each other for the first part. warnings: mentions of violence and death (duh), alcohol intake, smoking (at some point), nsfw (at some point), subtle flirting with soap. i'm new to writing? so don't expect this to be the greatest. this is not in line with the game campaigns or missions. the only characters i included are y/n, soap, gaz, price, & ghost. i have no knowledge of the military this is just creativity disclaimer: i do not own modern warfare or any of its characters.

chapters: next [a different side] last

CW: your heart might melt omg

You filled out all the paperwork you could, trying to find something to do. Even busied yourself with some light cleaning. Otherwise, Price had nothing for you or the guys right now. Ghost is supposed to be resting, but that's not like him. He walks around as if he wasn't just shot.

You were bored, and you had all day. Your heart raced as you thought of asking Ghost something. Out on a date. Or just to go out.

You walk to his room and knock on his door.

"Hey..." you greeted him. "Um... do you want to go do something?"

He cocked his head, stepping to the side to allow you in.

"There's nothing to do... I wanted to know if you wanted to go see a movie or eat dinner or something..." you looked at the ground as you stood awkwardly in the middle of his room.

"Sure," he shrugged.

You stutter as you didn't expect him to say yes, "Okay, great! I'll go get ready then."

You almost skipped to your room, happy with joy. You finally might be able to see a different side of Simon.

You look through your bag and put on some casual clothes. You scratch your head and groan as you realize that movies and dinner will contain people and you don't want to be around people. You hear a knock on your door and allow them to come in.

"Hey."

"Hey, I was thinking... Do you want to do a hotel and delivery service? I mean- if that's not too weird for you! I just don't want to be around a lot of people..."

"Prefer it that way," he plainly agreed.

"Good... great. I'm ready if you are?" you rubbed your hands together, soothing yourself.

You two walk to a jeep, glancing at each other, silently deciding who's driving.

"Not it!" you crossed your arms, smirking at him.

"Fine."

The 30-minute drive was silent, but not uncomfortable this time. You two even shared looks at each other, though you still couldn't read him, you could tell he was... calm.

He broke the silence with a hoarse voice, "You look good."

Oh, don't do this. You look away, clearly blushing. "Thank you..."

You heard him laugh silently, amused by your shyness. But in truth, you didn't feel like you looked good. You were literally wearing a pair of leggings, a band t-shirt, and a flannel. But you'll do to him what he did to you.

"You look good, too," you gain the courage to look at him.

He chuckles, "Always do."

Cocky bastard. You were... happy. Simon and Ghost seemed to be different from one another. And you hope to see more of this Simon. You like him like this. Playful, nice... You could get used to it.

You both arrive at the hotel and get your shared room on the top floor. You and Simon had a small fuss over who was paying. You had the money, you're the one who offered, and yet he still insisted on paying for the room.

"Fine. But I'm paying for food and drinks, then. Understood?"

"Yes, ma'am."

Finally reaching the top floor, you look out the windows at the view, "Oh wow, that is a beautiful view. Look! The sun's so pretty right there!"

He glanced and hummed in response. He held his hand out instructing you to stay back as he entered the hotel room. As if there'd be someone waiting for him... paranoid much?

When he called it clear, you ran in and immediately sprawled out on the king-size bed.

"Oh god..." you moaned.

"What?! What is it? You hurt?" he exclaimed, thinking you were hurt.

You laugh at his carefulness, "No, silly! This bed... it's so comfy. It's like a cloud."

He rolled his eyes. "That so?"

"Yeah. You should lay on it, big guy. Feels s'good."

His huge frame lays next to you but far away as if he's leaving room for Jesus. You can only understand, though. You both are being respectful.

"Does feel good," he grunted as he stretched out his arms. You couldn't help but be in awe at the way his muscles nearly busted out his hoodie, and the way his arms got larger as he flexed and then relaxed. He makes eye contact with you, furrowing his brows, "What?"

You smirked. "Oh, nothing..."

"I'm going to order room service... Hmm, what do they have?" you asked nobody as you grabbed a menu from the nightstand, picking up the phone before dialing.

He scoots closer, his weight causing the bed to dip next to you as he looks over your shoulder at the menu.

"See anything you like? I'm thinking we get 2 bottles of bourbon and if you want we can share one of these huge pizzas! Oh, gosh... We could get two pizzas..." you smile as you get excited about cheesy food.

"God, yes, a fuckin' pizza would be nice," he sighed, also hungry.

"Great!" you picked up the phone and ordered.

"Hi! One large pepperoni and one large cheese... and 2 bottles of... uh, bourbon, please!"

Simon stared at you, noticing how nice you are to the staff. How you smiled through the phone as if they could see you. How you were respectful, and the way your hair bounced as you laughed and talked. How could he not admire your beauty? Especially when you're like this, with him.

"Thank you so much! No worries! Take as much time as you need!" you finally hung up, and look at him with wide, excited eyes. "It'll be here in like 30 minutes!! Ahh! I'm so excited!"

His eyes crinkled as he laughed, "I can tell. Cute."

"They have movies here to choose from!" you jumped up once your eyes spotted the collection in the entertainment center.

"Simon! Please tell me you've seen Lady and the Tramp..." you held the case up for him to see.

He shook his head, "Nah. We can watch it if you want."

"I want to watch something that you'll like, too!" you gasp as you see the case of Disney's Robin Hood with the fox and bear, "Simon, Simon, Simon! Oh my god!"

His eyes widen as he sees the look on your face, wondering what is it now... He definitely didn't mind you chanting his name, though...

"Simon! Have you seen Robin Hood?!?"

"Uh, yeah? The- Oh, that one, no..." as he spotted it being the Disney Animated version, he squinted at it. "Looks cute. Let's watch it while we eat."

"Fuck, yes, this movie is my childhood... Well, the good part of it, I guess," you shrugged, smiling like a kid in a toy store.

Simon was a gentleman and grabbed the door for room service while you set up the movie and cleared the table in front of the couch. The pizza boxes were laid on the table, the 2 bourbon bottles chilled in ice buckets. You grabbed cups, pouring one for him and one for you. He took a sip, nodding his head. "Not bad."

You followed, also agreeing. "Damn... It's pretty smooth. Let's dig in!"

You sat closer to him, your thigh touching his, and opened the first box, revealing a large, cheesy, pepperoni pizza. "Holy shit, it looks perfect. Damn, I didn't grab plates."

"Don't need 'em," he spoke, grabbing one.

You copied, "Was trying to be polite, either way, works with me." You smile at him, watching him take the first bite, he nods his head in approval, moaning at the delicious taste.

Your eyes roll as you take the cheesy pie in your mouth, "Holy fuck."

Simon chuckles at the singing rooster, but he is paying attention. You two eat in silence as the movie plays, it's quite a loveable moment for you. Your favorite movie, your now favorite man... and really fucking good pizza.

Getting to the part where Robin Hood and Maiden Marian go into the forest where 'Love Goes On and On' plays, you lay your head on Simon's shoulder, smiling, almost tearing up at the lovely scene. "I've always loved this scene, it's so pretty. They're so cute."

"It is cute. And pretty," he wrapped an arm around you. "Like you."

You blushed, hiding your face for a second until he reminded you to pay attention.

You're not surprised the two of you almost went through two whole pizzas, you, unfortunately, could not finish the cheese. But you are surprised at how fast the first bottle of whiskey is going! You're starting to feel hot, only 4 cups in, but you did take note of how your tolerance was going up.

The movie finished, and you honestly forgot to pay attention because... you were staring at Simon, and how you wished you could see his full face. You were grateful he showed you half of it, nonetheless. His gaze met yours with soft eyes, a shine in them. He pulled you into a tight hug, just going to work at melting your heart right then and there. He quit drinking out of the cup, instead just sipping from the bottle. He handed it to you, and you took it, slinging it back.

"God, you look good when you do that..."

"Do I?" you smirk as you do it again. You're barely able to swallow your drink before he crashes his lips into yours, causing you to whimper in his mouth before you kiss back. He helps you crawl into his lap, never breaking the seal of each other's lips. Fuck, it felt good to finally kiss him. It was like a lightning bolt shot through your spine the way he caressed you ever so gently, stroking your back and cupping your neck as he remembered the texture of your lips, the way you two moved in harmony.

He pulls away with a tight string of saliva between your lips. Your panting and lidded eyes tell him you want him but he shakes his head, respectfully. "Not like this, luv. Wanna take my time with... you," he speaks softly as his eyes look over your body. "I love seeing you like this... don't get me wrong... But not on the first date, darlin'."

"Mmph... You're right..." you sigh, agreeing it's for the better. At least you know he feels the same, and that the tension is there. You blissfully ignore the hardness you feel in his pants, and take the bottle from his hands, taking one last swig before you hand it back to him, watching him chug the last bit. "Jesus, are you not drunk?"

"Nope," he breathed. "Not on... that, at least."

He winked. Oh, my god, he winked. It shouldn't be that sexy.

"What shouldn't be that sexy?" he tilted his head at you.

You held your hands over your mouth, face turning red as fuck, "I thought I said that in my head!"

He gropes your waist, leaning up as he gets closer to your face. "What shouldn't be that sexy, hmm?"

You breathe out as you grab his wrists, "You winking at me..."

He hums, accepting your answer. He hesitantly opens the other bottle, offering you a sip. "Careful, now, duchess... Don't go tryna outdrink me, too..."

Duchess. Hm, you liked that.

"Oh, no worries..." you giggled, clearly tipsy on his lap. "Just one more sip."

You winked at him as you slung back a long sip, letting the bottle go with a pop, "Ahhh~."

He smirked and took two long sips before setting it down. Staring at each other in awe, lust, and a newfound sense, he peeks at the clock. "Gettin' a little late, luv. Wanna lay down?"

You nuzzled into the open space of his neck and shook your head, feeling quite the buzz now. "Mm-mm. You're comfy."

You wake in the morning, not quite sure yet how you got into bed with Simon as you were laying on his bare chest. Your stretching out caused him to look at you. "G'mornin' sunshine."

"Good morning..." you replied lazily, looking around the room, seeing pizza boxes, whiskey bottles, and the play screen of the movie stilled.

"Fell asleep on me last night," he answered the questions going on in your mind.

"Oh - I'm sorry..."

"For what?"

"I dunno..." you shrugged. "Sleep well?"

"Didn't."

"Why?"

"Felt nice having you sleep on me. Wanted to enjoy it."

You leaned in closer to his warm chest, kissing his peck. He shuddered at the feeling, but you can tell he was content with it. The scars didn't bother you, now, they more so worried you. But it tells a story about him.

"Oh! Simon!! I forgot they had a hot tub!" you smiled at him.

He looked at you funny, probably wondering where the hell you got this energy this early in the morning.

"We... don't have to if you don't want? I just wanted to mention it. Might help those sore muscles," you squeezed at his bicep.

"No, I want to," he looked at you. The way he looked at you made your heart flutter. You didn't even begin to think about how this might be temporary, of course, understanding that his demeanor would change on the field. You also forgot to think that last night and today are the most you've ever heard him talk. And it was lovely. You push all the thoughts out of your head as you began to go down a spiral. He interrupted your thoughts, "Quit thinkin' so loud. I wanna go. S'long as I'm with you."

God, there's no way. No way you could be falling this fast. At first, you hated him or were sure that you did. And he hated you. You both have been absolute assholes to each other - just to end up like this.

You got excited until you realized last minute you didn't have any swimming attire. "Aww, well, I don't have any swimsuits, and neither do you. They have a shop. I'll buy us some, even if it's a one-time thing."

"One-time thing?" he questioned, confused.

"N- I mean, like the hot tub. It's not every day we get to go to a hot tub, silly goose."

The fact that he even questioned your wording made you feel giddy inside.

You bought yourself and Simon some swimwear and headed to the pool room. You both looked at each other with relief when you two were the only people there. You two head to different rooms to get changed and meet each other at the tub, silly you thought he'd take his mask off, but no, it stayed on. You don't question it, it's Simon. Ghost.

Stepping into the hot water, you moaned in relief. It truly felt so good. You could tell Simon enjoyed it by how his eyes fluttered shut, and you settled beside him with his arm wrapped around you. True peaceful, comfortable moments pass. You dozed off for what didn't seem like long until you heard a phone ring. Glancing at his phone, it was Price. And the clock read 0900.

Shit. Well, there goes the moment.

"Yeah?" Simon answered.

"Negative, sir."

"Yes, sir."

"See you soon."

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