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i’m literally dead as hell that’s so true.

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this is VERY self indulgent but as a dental student it was literally all i thought of when i saw your simon hc that his toothbrush is destroyed.

this man has never really had much positive and nurturing attention on him and he’s accepted that. he’s learned to just teach himself thibgs and that goes as far as personal hygiene.

his dad was the one who taught him to brush his teeth, insinuating that the more it shredded your gums the cleaner your teeth were.

then he’s older, stronger and somewhat wiser but still sticking to those older habits until his little dentist/dental assistant/hygienist partner comes along and sees him brush his teeth after their first time staying over and they are APPALLED so teach him how to do it properly. of course simon is mortified and grumbling but he secretly loves watching his partner fuss over him and such minute details like the angles of the toothbrush.

no bc i love this!!!!!! when i’m feeling better i’m gonna write something abt this like ur teaching him how to properly take care of himself and he’s literally both confused and lovestruck like who is this person who is showing me how to take care of myself ??? why do i love them so much????? literally love ur beautiful brain for sending this to me

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taking a little mental health break! i will be back please have patience for me❤️❤️

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Also some Kyle Garrick HCs because hes so underrated my baby

Loves giving and receiving nose kisses

He loves playing card games, especially with you and the lads

He’s such an ideal man like he holds the door for you, surprises you with special gifts and flowers for no reason, loves to show you loveomfg

Such a good hugger, like he literally squishes you into him, holding your body so close

Still needs a nightlight

Only wears black socks for some reason

Makes sure his kids are signed up for football/soccer asap

Has a pet fish named after David Beckham

HUGE nerd - loves LOTR, GOT, and avidly watches anime big Naruto and JJK fan

Loves Irish eggs Benedict

Always packs a little sudoku book with his gear in case he gets bored

Has your initials tatted on his finger instead of a ring bc he doesn’t want to lose it

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More Simon Riley hc’s bc i am in a bit of a writing slump.

His toothbrush is fucking DESTROYED because of how aggressively he brushes his teeth

You can tell when he smiles through his balaclava

Is an avid reader, loves classics

Regarding dates - he loves chill quiet time together like watching movies, homemade dinners, reading together

Likes to snowboard

Prefers the winter over summer

Likes painted nails on his partner

Favorite quality on his partner is definitely their smile and hands because he’s a sucker for holding hands

Definitely is the guy to get choked up and can’t talk when he feels very loved

When he has kids he NEVER raises his voice at them and always shows an extra amount of respect towards you so they know how to treat their parents

Breakfast is his favorite meal, SOMEONE MAKE THIS MAN SOME PANCAKES

You are his first and last love, he can’t even think of being with anyone else

Is usually big spoon but secretly likes to be little spoon

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no post tn😿😿 here’s a pic of my dog instead

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“You are squishing me.”

“I’m afraid you will live.” He bluntly says.

Simon was currently draped across you on your shared bed, essentially pinning you to the mattress. His eyes were closed as his head lay on your chest. He just came home from a mission, only to start a new one: snuggle with his lovie AKA you. Lucky for you he stopped to take a shower. Anyways, here you were, glued to the mattress as Simon just breathes you in.

“Was it a tough one?” You ask.

“Always is rough when I can’t see you for a month.” He huffs.

“I’m sure you did a great job, Price told me last time I saw him that he always is proud of how hard you work, he tries to tell you but you don’t let him.”

“He’s a sap.” He says. You only laugh, turning your head to kiss his head.

“Well Mr. Riley, I say we call it a night.”

“Mrs. Riley, I have been waiting for you to say those words.” He grunts, lifting his hand up to pull the light switch off.

“I love you Simon, I’m glad you are home.”

“Me too, lovie, me too.”

He presses deeper into your chest, giving it a small kiss. You begin to rub his back and neck, putting the 6’3 military man to sleep just about instantly.

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for all of my jason todd fans who want more of the drabbles from when he was pre!robin i will be putting it under the #mygirl!verse. so far i have like 2 drabbles out and will be posting more, comment if u want to be in the tags!!

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Jason was looking for something. Not just someone, Homer, author of The Odyssey. He had been on a mythology kick, and wanted to read something more sophisticated. For a 9 year old this kid knows how to read, it was the only thing he could do during the day, waiting for nighttime to act up. So he taught himself to read at a very young age, and kept at it. He’s at a high school reading level. He would immediately come to the library after school, and would stay until closing hour. He had seen a reference somewhere that said, “Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earths, nothing is bred that is weaker than man.”

His thought’s were then interrupted.

“Excuse me, I just have to get something by your feet really quick.” It’s a girl, about his age, one who doesn’t wait for his answer, just crouches by his feet and rips out a book. Not just any book, Neil Gaiman’s Norse Mythology.

That has him in awe, what kid his age knows how to read anything like that?

“Hey, you know how to read that?” He asks. You scoff at the implication.

“If I didn’t I wouldn’t have grabbed it, now would I?” You sarcastically reply.

That was the start of a very important relationship to Jason. Every day after school you would meet there, and argue about various topics, whichever ones interested you for the week. You guys would stay til close, and he would walk you home. You became important to him very quickly, he liked your gentle hands and kind way about yourself. When talking about characters you would always stick up for the underdog, just like in real life.

He remembers walking home with you one day, through the park when you both stumble upon a scene. Three boys a few years older, and a younger boy. He saw you stop, tears filling your eyes. He turned, about to say something.

“You know he’s a person? What makes you do something like that?” She yelled, crying at the same time.

“Why the fuck are you crying?” One of the boys sneers. Jason’s fist clenches, wanting to bruise this fucking kid’s liver, but decides against it, he is terribly outnumbered.

You say nothing, but walk up to the boy and grab his hand, walking away with him. You hear protests and sneers behind you. You bring him to the swings, asking him where his parents are. He points to two people arguing in the distance. You and Jason say nothing. He looks at you, the tears have stopped but the sniffles haven’t.

“Well then, let’s just play until they are done talking.” You say.

The three of you did exactly that.

You had taught Jason something about humanity that day. He knew he loved you in that moment. For someone so little to know exactly how to show someone else that they are loved.

The walk home had felt bittersweet that day.

“Can you hold my hand?” You say suddenly.

“Why?” He asks.

“Because I’m sad, and I want to hold someone’s hand.” He always forgets that you are a year younger than him, you don’t act it.

“Okay.’ He says, grabbing your hand.

“Why did you do that today?” He asks you.

He didn’t understand kindness like that, no one had shown him kindness before you, but he didn’t understand how you did it so effortlessly. When he first met you, he thought you were acting, lying to him about who you were. But then he realized that you’re just a girl, a girl who loves people.

“Why did I do what?”

“You know.”

“Oh, well, he didn’t deserve that, I don’t have to know him to know that he didn’t deserve that.”

“I see.” Is all he says.

“Kinda like you,” you start, “I don’t know how your life is hard, or why, but you don’t deserve it. I know that.”

“My life isn’t hard.” Is his answer

“Alright, sorry.” You apologize.

“Don’t apologize.”

He didn’t like to think about his life. Drug addict mom, alcoholic father, bills not being payed, going to bed hungry. You were the one good thing to him. Always offering him your spare mittens, sharing your snacks, helping him with his math homework. He didn’t like his life, but he liked you, that was enough.

“Y’know tomorrow is a half day, my mom said she would give me some money to get sandwiches on the way to the library. Which shop should we go to?” You ask.

“Daveny’s, they give you a pickle with your sandwich.”

“I hate pickles, so you can have mine, deal?” You say.

“I’ll share my chips if we have enough to get them.”

“We will, I saved the five dollars my Papa gave me last week.”

“Gotta love him.”

You continue on your way home, only stopping when you reach your steps.

“See you tomorrow Jay.”

“Since when did you call me that?”

“Since now, I think I have earned nickname basis.”

“Sure,” He smiles, “see you tomorrow, don’t forget the five dollars.”

“I wont, I wont.”

You walk up your stairs and into your house. He waits until he sees the lights go on in your room, and begins his trek to go and mess something up, maybe steal some hubcaps.

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so i had this idea where the reader if like just frustrated with life and can’t calm herself down and her bf just lays her down and plays w her hair and scratches her scalp (sorry to my girls w curly hair this is self indulgent,if there’s any special thing i can do for u lmk bbs) who would you like to see that with

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“That looks disgusting.” John grimaces.

“Your babies likes it.”

You were currently 5 months pregnant and eating cold broccoli with mayonnaise. These odd cravings just keep getting grosser and grosser to John but you know what they say, happy wife happy life.

“Are you sure that even tastes good?” He genuinely asks.

“I’m honestly not sure, it just itches the scratch.” You state.

He chuckles at that and gets back to doing the dishes. In the 5 long months that you have been pregnant, you have done close to nothing, especially when John’s home. You thought you would have the comfort of keeping up with busy work, but John has asked his mother to come over twice a week to “help out.” By helping out he means she comes early in the morning helps do laundry, cooks breakfast, chats with you for an hour, cleans with you, then leaves. Even when he’s gone it feels like he’s home. Usually because before he leaves he makes sure everything is taken care of, including house projects and groceries, he doesn’t want you getting any ideas.

“Alright, it’s time to go.”

“You still haven’t told me where we are going.”

“And I told you it’s a surprise.”

He helps you get your coat and then your shoes, your ankles have been so swollen and sore. No matter how long you sit with them up, they still hurt. You were pregnant with twins, so you were bigger than a person pregnant with one baby. And boy did it feel like it. You were always tired, always feeling like shit. But in the end it will be so worth it.

He helps you get into his truck and begins driving.

“We should really start to think about names.” You say.

“We don’t know the genders though, makes it a bit harder.”

“We could just make a good old fashioned list.”

“Yea, what are you thinking?”

“Maybe Tobias, if it’s a boy.”

“I think Josephine’s a good girl name.”

“I agree.”

He turns into a plaza, one that you frequent, it has the best shops in town, and the best hair salon, and the best nail salon. You wonder what he’s up to. He pull up to a parking space, right in front of the nail salon.

“I know your ankles and feet have been hurting, so I thought that maybe a professional would do better than I could.” He admits.your eyes start to well up with big fat tears.

“I’m gonna cry John, that’s so sweet.” You weep.

“You are already crying.” he laughs.

You reach over to give him a hug, though it’s awkward because of the middle console.

“I just love you so much.” You cry.

“And I love you.” He wipes your tears.

“Now let’s get you inside, we have to pick colors.” He says.

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“What if they don’t like me.” You say.

“They have begged me for months for a day like this, do not worry my love.”

“So, what if they finally meet me and they-“

“They will love you, just as I do.” He interrupts.

As you walk up the stone walkway leading into Konig’s childhood home, you can’t help but feel insecure. You have been dating for a little over a year, and have a small apartment off base together. You haven’t met them yet due to busy work schedules. Though you did feel as though you were putting it off, you couldn’t help but felt as time passed that they must resent you, keeping their son away from them for so long. You walk up to the door and Konig gives three loud knocks to the white-painted wooden door.

Now you weren’t sure what you were expecting, but with the way Konig explained his mother, you would’ve thought she was a tiny old lady. He had said his parents were a bit older, having him in their late thirties, making them around 65-70 years old. He mentioned two siblings, a brother who lives in the states, and a younger sister who lives at home. His father and mother owned a bakery in town, right near a church. He worked there when he was a teenager.

Anyways, as the door opens, you have to look up to greet her. She had to be about 6’2, with grayish blonde hair, and just the right amount of wrinkles that tell you she has lived a happy life.

“Hallo! You must be the girl I hear so much about. Come in, come in, we have so much to show you.” She greets, guiding you inside, she seems like one of the nicest women you have ever met, she looks young for her age.

The house is beautiful, everything looks handcrafted. Then you see his father and realize Konig gets his height from his mother, his father couldn’t be only taller than 5’8

“How do you like your tea?” He asks.

“Milk and sugar please.”

For the next hour, you will see countless albums of baby Konig, kid Konig, and even awkward phase Konig. All so adorable and dorky. His mother is nothing but kind, asking you questions about yourself and seeming genuinely interested. His father is more quiet, but he has this kind smile that just rests on his face, you can see it as he catches up with his son. It was a wonderful afternoon.

“So you two live together?” His mother asks. Konig and his father were outside, talking about their garden.

“Just a small apartment off base, not too far from here actually.” You say.

“That’s nice, it seems very serious between you two.”

“Well it is to me, your son means the world to me.”

“That’s a very refreshing thing to say to a mother you know,” she starts, “I was always so worried about him, He is very hard on himself, I was even more worried when he joined the military.”

“He is very good at his job I hope you know, I worry as well but he is very diligent and precise.” You soothe

The front door jingles as if a key were being used. In walks in a woman, about the same size as your boyfriend. About 6’9, same red hair, and same sweet smile.

“Hello.” You greet.

“Ah, it’s very nice to meet you.” She says giving your hand a firm shake. She sits down at the table right across from you.

“Yes, I agree.” You say.

“So how did you to meet?”

“We met through work, I’m a medic.”

“Yes, I met her when she had to give me a few stitches,” Konig interrupts, walking back inside, “She was very gentle compared to the rest of the medics that work there.”

“Well, I don’t know about that.” You say.

“I disagree, anyways she didn’t actually talk to me until we were on a job, She had to reset my knee, again very gentle.”

“As gentle as a person can be while pushing a bone back into its place.”

“You seem very accident prone, my son.” His father adds.

“Yes, he is, I think he does it on purpose.”

“Maybe, maybe not.” Konig says.

“When did you get the courage to ask her out.” His sister asks.

“She had to ask, I was very nervous and backed down many times. She asked if I liked tea, to which I said yes, and then she asked if we could go get some the following morning, I said yes.”

“Very romantic.” His mother gushes.

The afternoon turns to evening and it’s time to go back to your apartment.

“It was very nice to meet you all, I don’t know why I was so nervous, you guys are so lovely.”

“Come back anytime, I can teach you how to bake strudel.” His mother offers.

“I would really like that.”

You exchange goodbyes and get into Konig’s truck.

“Wasn’t so bad, now was it?” He points out.

“No, it was awesome Your family is so kind, I see where you get it from.”

He grins, and continues driving.

What you didn’t know, was that his mother slipped his grandmothers ring in his hand before you guys left.

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“Put it back.” He says.

“No. Look at this face,” you coo, “I can’t put her back.”

“Oh, yes you can put that fleabag back.”

“Her name is Cake.”

“I don’t care if her name is fuckin prime rib, we aren’t gettin’ her.”

If Simon thought this conversation was going in his favor he was terribly wrong. He thought back to everything he said in this previous conversation that made you think he was going to break, which he did, he was currently picking out a collar for Cake.

“No spikes, Simon she’s a princess.”

“Why not the spikes? T’scare off intruders.”

“Yes because she looks so ferocious.” you say, sarcastically.

“You got to pick the damn cat, I get to pick the collar.” He says.

“Fine.” You say, maybe when he’s gone on a mission you can say it broke. Easy peasy.

“We’ll get two, in case one breaks.” He says. Of fucking course.

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Little things they do for you

Simon “Ghost” Riley

Always brings a souvenir back when he visits another country

Signs up for those monthly subscriptions for things you like, whether it’s makeup, video games, anime he finds one of those monthly mystery boxes that get mailed to your doorstep

Has your name tattooed across his chest/heart

Johnny “Soap” Mactavish

Likes to literally tuck you into bed whenever you are going to sleep but he isn’t

Likes to wake you up to breakfast in bed

Tries to watch some of your shows with you and pretends to like them

His lock screen is of your anniversary date where he took a pic of you in front of a sunset

Kyle “Gaz” Garrick

Makes playlists for you every month

If you are ever so tired but can’t find sleep he will read to you to soothe you back to sleep

Likes to go stargazing with you

Captain John Price

Has a morning routine based around yours

Pays for your hair and nail appointments

Cooks dinner as long as you cook breakfast

Takes couples dancing classes with you

Konig

Writes you notes with little pep talks on them when he knows you are worried about something

If you begin to get overwhelmed or frustrated he will find a way to soothe you, by either rubbing your back, talking to you etc.

Knows exactly how to make your coffee/tea

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Random Jason Todd headcanons i think of when working.

Has a big ass fish tank with all sorts of fish named after all his favorite characters in the book and has 4 tetras named after the march sisters

Has a hair care regimen

Is more nervous introducing you to Alfred than anyone else in his family, not because he’s worried about him not liking you, no, he’s worried about all the pictures Alfred took of Jason in his awkward phase

Has dark grey t-shirt textured sheets

Listens to asmr to sleep on hard nights

Is the little spoon most of the time

Likes tobacco and sweet cologne scents rather than musky

Likes to have at least one body part on you as you read together

Damian, Alfred, and Jason have a book club

Takes you and Damian to the zoo

Hates country music (sorry)

Prefers tea over coffee but likes americanos

Likes when you are in the passenger seat

Wants to name his son sam after samwise ganged

Likes to play board/card games with you and Alfred

If you guys have a place together he likes to buy plants with you and call them your children, and when you guys get into arguments he will (in good fun and to be an asshole) say “you are certainly not talking to me like this in front of the CHILDREN.”

Knows how to knit and sew

Favorite type of dates are the ones you spend quality time just enjoying eachothers presence like you could just be sitting on the couch watching tv or reading and those are such calming moments to Jason

Likes when you play with his head before bed

Loves the show Yellowstone, imagines himself as a cowboy

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i have a headcanon where you go to meet konigs mother and father and they both are tall as fuck and he was telling u about his little sister ALSO tall as fuck.

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You have been tossing and turning for what felt like hours. The gargantuan man that slept beside you has been knocked out, as he has been for hours. You envied him now more than ever. It had been a long day, many things went sour, many people were disappointed, you were exhausted. But every position you shifted into wasn’t right, the sheets were too hot no matter where your feet spread to, and the itch in your back couldn’t be scratched because it was in the exact middle of your back and you couldn’t even wake up Konig to reach it because that would be mean. Everything was uncomfortable, and no matter how many times you tossed and turned, it wouldn’t rest your mind and body. So, you give up.

You quietly slip out of the bed as to not wake him up. You successfully make it up and out of bed, on your way to your shared kitchen to make a cup of tea, hopefully that would soothe your body. Chamomile and vanilla tea with a hint of milk and honey. Konig’s favorite. Once the cup of tea was ready, you decided to make a turkey sandwich, because it was the middle of the night and why not? Your midnight snack was finally finished.

Your tired body found home on your humongous couch, courtesy of your humongous boyfriend. You started to flick through the channels on your TV, settling on some cheesy romance movie that you normally make fun of. Sometimes the monotonous voices of these crappy actors have the capability to bore you to sleep, why not try that now?

“Why did you leave me.” A voice whispers out, right next to your ear.

“Holy shit! Ko, you just scared the fuck out of me.” You gasp.

“Sorry.” He says, sheepishly.

“Why are you up? You were asleep 10 minutes ago.”

“I got cold, and lonely.” He confesses, which made your heart melt. He was very much like that. He was a tough guy, through and through, but when it comes to you, he’s a marshmallow, sweeter than pie and such a sensitive guy.

“I’m sorry baby, I couldn’t sleep so I came out here to make a cup of tea.”

“And a sandwich.” He adds.

“Yes. I’ll be back in a few minutes, just trying to relax a bit.” You say.

“I will wait with you, until you are finished with your tea.” He yawns.

“Ko, you are tired please go to bed I’ll be in there in just a moment.”

He says nothing, he just sits next to you on the couch, watching the movie you put on. Stretching, he puts an arm over you, just like they do in those stupid movies. His presence is calming, almost enough to make you want to sleep, almost. He’s thumb rubs even circles on your shoulder, attempting to guide tour body to a place of peace. You finish your tea, and place it on your coaster in the coffee table. He turns to you, hooking his arm under your legs, the other under your shoulders, bridal style. He moves towards your shared room.

He places you on the bed gently, and maneuvers you to lay on your stomach. He crawls in to bed next to you, and begins rubbing firm, but soft circles on your back. The actions immediately lull you into a place of calm. You let out a sigh of relief.

“Thank you,” you say, “love you.”

“I love you.” He repeats.

The rubbing of your back is what finally puts you into a well deserved sleep.