#and soft ghost

[z0mi3]

The pub’s alive with that late-night warmth amber lighting, music thumping low under the chatter. Johnny’s halfway into a story, arms flying dramatically as he recounts some chaotic mission involving a goat, three broken radios, and a crate of peaches. Simon sits beside him, broad shoulders angled toward the bar, slowly nursing a drink and shaking his head, muttering something like “bloody hell, you’re daft.”

Price chimes in, gruff and amused.

“That the same op where you nearly drove that truck off a cliff?”

Kyle’s already wheezing, tapping his glass against the counter.

“Mate, he did drive it off the cliff, just didn’t tell us ‘til after!”

The group’s laughter bubbles up, comfortable and familiar. Then Kyle’s phone buzzes in his jacket pocket. One hand still half-laughing, he pulls it out, sees your name flash on the screen and freezes.

He answers instantly.

“Hey, love?”

But what he hears isn’t your usual sunny tone. It’s a little whimper.

“Kyle…?” you breathe out, voice trembling, sniffles barely stifled.

His tone softens instantly.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here. What’s wrong?”

That quiet worry in his voice cuts through the banter. Simon glances over with furrowed brows. Johnny goes still, beer mid-way to his mouth. Even Price subtly straightens, gaze flicking to Kyle.

You’re rambling now your car made a weird sound, something’s wrong, it has to be a flat tire, and you’re in some strange part of town you don’t recognize and the GPS rerouted and nothing makes sense and you’re overwhelmed—

“Hey- hey, breathe, alright?” Kyle murmurs. “You’re alright. We’re gonna come get you, yeah? Me and the lads we’ll be right there.”

Price is already sliding his wallet out to toss a few bills on the bar, nodding once.

Johnny asks, “What’s goin’ on?”

Kyle pockets his phone, already moving.

“Her car broke down. She’s scared shitless. Let’s go.”

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When the car pulls up, you spot them instantly under the flickering yellow light of a streetlamp—Kyle jumping out first.

You don’t even think you run straight to him, nearly barreling into his chest. He doesn’t budge, just wraps his arms around you, steady and warm, murmuring into your hair.

“You’re alright, love. We’ve got you.”

You’re still trembling, tear-streaked cheeks pressed against his shirt. You pull back, eyes wide and wet.

“I was so scared…”

His hands cup your cheeks, gentle thumbs wiping away the worst of it. His voice lowers, intimate.

“You’re safe now, yeah? I promise. We’d never let anything happen to you.”

Behind you, Price and Simon are crouched beside your car, assessing the tire. Johnny’s squatting, flashlight in hand, muttering something about potholes and bloody luck.

“Flat,” Price confirms, wiping dirt off on a rag. “Good thing you let me put that spare in your trunk, yeah?”

You blink.

“Right… yeah.”

You’re still holding Kyle’s hand, absently playing with his fingers, grounding yourself. But as the boys finish up, the guilt creeps in.

“I—I’m sorry for bothering you guys,” you whisper, eyes cast down. “It was just a tire, and you were all out, I didn’t mean—”

Simon stands fully now, oil on his hands, dirt on his hoodie. He meets your eyes under the balaclava dark, unreadable and then the look softens.

“You called the right people,” he says, low.

A beat.

“We’d rather be here than anywhere else.”

Your throat closes up a bit at that.

Johnny claps his hands together.

“Alright, lass. You’re ridin’ with two of us. Who’s got dibs?”

“I’ll drive her car,” Johnny offers, smirking.

“Ghost’ll ride with me—keep me in line.”

But as Ghost moves to follow, your hand shoots out, clutching his hoodie sleeve. Wide, pleading eyes stare up at him.

“Can you ride with me?”

He pauses. Something flickers in his gaze. Then he nods, gentle.

“Yeah. ‘Course.”

And just like that, the car ride home is quiet and warm. You curled in the passenger seat, his hoodie draped over your lap, his presence solid and safe beside you. His voice breaks the silence once, low and careful:

“Next time… you call sooner.”

You nod.

And maybe just maybe you squeeze his sleeve a little tighter.

[softaestluv]

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Just thinking about Ghost having a shy, quiet wife. The glaring opposite of Ghost, painted in black and blood while you’re adorned in lace and frills. Smooth skin and delicate flesh, warm eyes and a bashful smile. Soft-spoken and so fucking sweet.

No one else knows about you, or that he’s married, not from lack of wanting people to know he has such a pretty dove waiting for him at home, but because he knows all the men on base would eat you alive.

But one day, he forgets the lunch you made him. It takes everything in you to refrain yourself from driving to base to make sure he has something to eat— you know he doesn’t have the healthiest eating habits.

You choose to message him, something he usually responds fairly quickly to. Always at your beck and call just in case his sweet girl needs him, but he doesn’t answer. Your lips are pinched raw with worry by the time you decide to get in your car.

So, imagine everyone’s surprise when a sergeant interrupts the meeting Ghost’s in— ‘Lieutenant, um, Mrs. Riley is waiting outside for you.’

Ghost is on his feet in an instant, it must be some emergency if you’re there. He rushes to the hallway, everyone else in the room stumbling behind to snoop through the thin crack of the door, see who their big bad Lieutenant is married to.

And there you are, Tupperware container in your manicured hands, white dress covering your frame with matching ribbons and bows in your hair. The look on your face is anxious, right up until you see Ghost, your eyes softening as he approaches you with wide strides despite the fact that he’s twice your size, hulking and threatening.

“Sweet’art, everything okay? You’re not hurt, are you?” He asks, brows furrowing as he does a once over your figure, checking for injury.

You exhale a quiet laugh, “No, baby. You just forgot your lunch, and you didn’t answer your phone so I got worried you would go the whole day without eating.”

He cups your jaw, a smile breaking out on his face. His sergeants are baffled for several reasons— they did not expect their Lieutenant to be married to such a sweet thing, nor had they ever heard their Lieutenant speak in such a soft, hushed tone, never seen him touch something with such care, like you were so fragile in the palms of his hands.

They would’ve thought it was all a joke if it wasn’t for the massive diamond ring on your finger, or the way you pushed deeper into his touch.

“Sorry, dove, just been in a meetin’ all day.”

He stamps a kiss against your lips, lets himself linger just a little longer than he should because he knows the whole room is watching from behind the door.

“Sweetest little wife, aren’t you?”

[kruegerspillow]

sleeping with simon riley includes...

a bunch of coughing and groaning in the middle of the night (yeah... he needs to stop smoking)

random muttering and mumbling from him/you

nightmares. he will literally jump out of the bed which causes you to be startled sometimes (he offered to sleep on the couch due to his nightmares....)

his hands roaming around your body as if he wants to memorize every part of you (he does)

cuddles of course !!! it doesnt matter if hes the big or small spoon he just needs to be with you.

either of you falling off of the bed, at least once in a while

the blankets being left aside because simon says its gonna be 'too hot' (no, he just wants to be your personal heater lmao)

laying on top of each other. yeah, you might end up sleeping with your head resting against his chest.

HAIR STROKING. will stroke your hair until you fall asleep soundly

sigh... drooling. he drools a bit sorry to break it to you guys

a lot of admiring. he'll admire you as you sleep, its the only view that helps him doze off

FOREHEAD KISSES. either you or him. if he stirs awake he'll just give you a small forehead kiss before holding you closer to him (if thats even possible) and dozing off once more

nuzzling. he loves to nuzzle into the crook of your neck :(

tangled legs. his legs are gonna be intertwined with yours oooor one of his leg is going to be on top of yours.

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[hannibalised]

You are Simon's bit of magic. Whatever happens Simon knows who to call.

His angel. His heart. His stress buster.

When you got the call in afternoon, waking slowly from the afternoon nap to see Simon face timing — you figured lil' interns stressed the hell out of your man.

"Bloody daft- oh, hi love." Simon turns back to look at you rubbing your eyes, his face lighting up with a grin.

"Hey... what's up?" You mumble quietly.

"Just -" he exhales, hard glare to whoever was there and soft eyes back to you. "I wanted to see m' pretty baby."

"Your pretty baby looks like shit." you chuckled at him, blinking to see clear the red spot on your cheek because you slept sideways, hair a bloody nest.

"Don't be a meanie to my angel." Simon says tenderly, his lips tug slightly at one side and he hums a small, 'huh' to get you giddy in stomach.

You could see his face relaxing finally.

"Idiots pissing off my soldier?"

Simon gave a small pout, just the barest, and nodded to you. Then he brings the phone closer to his face and doesn't even turn around to check who is looking or not before placing a kiss which you could assume might be your nose tip on his phone.

"I love ya, lovie." he whispers closely. It tingles all your insides at once.

"I love you too." you told him, then with a smirk that always drove him crazy - "You are so stressed Si baby, gotta release when ya come home tonight."

Simon flustered.

"Riley, c'mon they got better now." someone said around him.

Simon brought the phone closer like he was grabbing your chin and growling in your ear, making every word vibrate through you.

"Sleep some more missus, ya might not get any tonight."

Noted. Positive.

Masterlist

[ghost4love]

Another roommate Ghost!simon;

You and Simon co-parent a beautiful German Shepard by the name of daisy…. Or should I say Daisy is Simons dog but once you moved in she loved and doted on you like she was your own.

You spoil her rotten always gaining a huff from Simon followed by a gruff “she’d trade you for a bit of steak , ain’t nothing special love” which you learnt just to roll your eyes at.

One thing you didn’t expect was the day you were working away at your laptop when daisy came trotting into the living room holding a slobbered card in her mouth.

“What you got girl?” You say as you gently take the card out her mouth as she pants with a big smile on her face.

Between the streaks of slobber you read the card out loud… “Happy Mother’s Day to the best adopted mom love daisy …. Woof woof” you let out a hearty laugh as you give her a love thanking her as you kiss her on the head.

“She made me get you one” simons voice bellowed from the doorway.

“Oh yeah …. Just like she made you write in it for her and write woof woof”

you laugh as you smile soflty at him your heart full as daisy gives you the much needed kisses. As he just shakes his head.

“I’d do anything from you love...” Simon whispered to himself as his gaze softens as he watches over his two girls.

[bluegiragi]

i think simon's hair would get pretty scruffy when it grows out on leave...

(speedpaint under the cut!)

[starsofang]

Simon didn’t like to hold you. He liked to be held.

At first, you didn’t understand why he’d turn his back to you in bed without saying anything. You thought you’d done something to him, or maybe he was in a bad mood. You couldn’t be any more wrong.

Simon Riley, an absolute brute of a soldier, was silently asking for you to be the big spoon. You nearly didn’t believe it when he finally brought it to your attention.

He was too embarrassed to ask you, so he’d resort to flipping on to his side and wait. And wait. Until he realized you didn’t catch the memo, even after many hopeless attempts.

In his mind, he thought being the big spoon would somehow convince you he wasn’t manly enough, as if his title in the service or his pure stature wasn’t proof enough of his masculinity.

To him, being held was a blanket of security. Where he’d always have to watch his back out on the field, both literally and metaphorically, he didn’t have to keep an eye out at all times with you. It was a chance for him to find solace in a person, and when he explained this to you, he was surprised to find you so willing.

And oh, when it happened, Simon nearly kicked himself for holding back on verbalizing it for so long.

The warmth of your arms when they wrapped around him from behind, your face buried between his shoulder blades, legs tangled in his, he thought that this was what inner peace felt like.

He was silly to think you’d ever be the one to judge him for what most deemed ‘unmasculine��. In all of his broad glory, he felt safe the moment you held him, like a child does when they feel a mother’s embrace except it was from someone he loved dearest to his heart.

And you? You found that being the big spoon was rather enjoyable when the man you’re holding was so damn comfortable to snuggle up to. It was a win-win for you both.

You just wished he wasn’t an idiot that left you wondering all those hopeless nights until the truth came out.

[goopysoup]

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Simon Riley has a picture of you in his wallet.

On one of the few occasions where Simon went out to the pub with the rest of the task force, he insisted he had to leave early. He had business.

He had you waiting at home.

So, he took out his wallet to pay for the two beers he’d allowed himself to have, not wanting to be drunk by the time he’d gotten home to you.

Johnny noticed it first.

“Who’s that?” Johnny asks, pointing to the picture of you and Simon, grinning like a cheshire cat.

Kyle looks over at the photo and grins. Price was curious too, but made no move to be as nosy as the other two.

“My wife.”

Simon puts the money down on the table, ignoring the flabbergasted look on Johnny’s face and the laugh Kyle gave upon seeing it, Price even gave an amused smile.

“What do you mean ‘wife’?!” “Why’d ya never say anythin’!”

Simon walked out of the pub, dead set on returning to his wife.

To you.

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[tojisun]

i feel like simon loses it when you murmur, “like this?” every time you ride him.

it’s not even the first time that you’ve ridden him—and he sure as hell would make sure that it wouldn’t be the last—but there’s always something so sweet at the shy curl of your question, your watery eyes peering up at him like simon isn’t ravenous for every inch of you; your scent, your taste, your touch—he’s hungry for everything that you are.

so when you ask him—

like this? timid and achingly soft;

like this? heart stutteringly quiet and meek;

like this? overwhelmingly intoxicating—

simon buckles and wraps his arms around you because, “yeah,” simon replies, voice rumbling in a ragged rasp. “jus’ like that, love.”

his cock twitches, pulsing, and he has to bite down at the inside of his lip to stop himself from reaching his euphoria. it’s too soon, almost embarrassingly so, but he can’t help himself. it’s like your meek question is a trigger for him, unravelling his body until he feels like he is left as mere threads of his ecstasy, stroked to its tipping completion.

yeah, simon repeats to himself, his thick hands planted on the fat of your ass, squeezing greedily, before hoisting you up to feel the delicious press of your walls drag along his cock. it is such an enveloping warmth; all feverish and soft.

how could you even ask him anything like he isn’t being unmade?

you hiccup, breathy and hitching, as you curl close to him. simon chuckles.

“that’s right,” he says, fucking you back down his length. “s’good, huh?”

all he gets is that familiar thrum of your muffled hum, and simon coos because he knows he’s hit that threshold that renders you nonverbal.

see? such a sweetheart for him.

[spoiledbygraves]

okay but if bf!simon or husband!simon is in love with you he would never keep his mask on during sex.

you've told him that it's fine. maybe that it even turns you on

but he just can't help but see it as disrespectful not to let his pretty girl see his face, ESPECIALLY because he's clingy and needs to be kissing you at all times.

smth about respect. smth about honor. whatever it is, you can't seem to convince him that it's okay so it becomes you're goal in your relationship for a few weeks til he finally does give in. (because he will always give in for his girl)

[lxvvie]

Imagine soft!Simon that opens his arms without opening his eyes when you decide to take a nap with him. Once you’re settled he’s immediately fallen asleep again.

(I firmly believe that Simon uses every opportunity to take a nap when he’s on leave)

Simon's one of those people who'd probably scare the shit out of you when he's asleep. Not intentionally, mind you, but let's say you two are asleep, you're in his arms, and he's snoring loud enough to wake the dead like always. Say you move, change positions, maybe find yourself out of his arms, and just as soon as you do that, the snoring stops. Like suddenly. Some real horror movie shit lmao.

Then you hear him mumble sleepily, "Why'dja move, luvie?" and you're back in the arms of your eepy blanket gremlin.

Which brings us back to the nap. He's snoring away, and his Missus senses are tingling, which means you're near. Cue the snores stopping, his arms opening to receive you, and yes, you fall into them without a moment's hesitation. And he's back to snoring; you can feel the reverberations as you rest your head on his glorious tits.

Aren't y'all cute?

[keferon]

Don’t mind me I just like to see him go bananas about cartoonish Autobot rules

Maaan…..if Prowl was in tfp he would spontaneously combust at least once a day

[softaestluv]

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Ghost’s sergeant’s are still trying to figure out how a sweet thing like yourself ended up as their Lieutenant’s wife. Rumors spread, ones that bruise Ghost’s ego just a little— ‘Did you hear the Lieutenant is holding a poor lass hostage as his wife?’

It doesn’t help that anytime anyone asks he chalks it up to his ‘irresistible charm.’

The truth? Well he can’t let his team know how utterly soft he is for you.

It would ruin his image if he told them that when he’s not on base he spends his spare time at his elderly neighbor’s apartment. Carries her mail up the stairs everyday so she doesn’t have to climb up the stairs herself, helps her up them whenever he does see her shaking and stumbling up the steps.

Asks her if she needs anything from the market when he’s going shopping, takes her to get refills of her medicine. Always makes himself available to her no matter how minuscule, opens stubborn jars for her, helps her read the tiny font on her prescription bottles, fixes the time on her clocks when the time changes.

Her glorified maintenance boy, and truthfully, Simon was more than happy to help. It felt good to be needed for something normal, so he replaced her light bulbs, drained her clogged sinks, fixed her lopsided wash machine with a smile.

Every Sunday morning, the same routine, tea and biscuits while she taught him how to crochet. It wasn’t exactly easy to hold the slender hooks in his thick fingers, but he could hold them steady long enough, zero his focus through a needle after years as a sniper. He was quite a patient person, and the stitching helped pass the days he was alone, numb his mind to nothing, but loop and thread.

Loop and thread.

It’s not like she was the only one benefiting from the agreement. It was quiet, peaceful, a much needed contrast to the draining and stressful occupation he put himself in. Most days he fell asleep in her recliner, always had her heater a little warmer than needed, the smell of pastries she was baking wafting from the kitchen. Made her living room entirely too comfortable, but she didn’t mind when he took naps, even if he was sure he snored like a bear.

Insisted he call her ‘Gran,’ even if she wasn’t his grandmother. Though, he supposed she acted like she was; baked him an abundance of pastries, always made more than enough dinner for two people. Gave him left overs for lunch— ‘a little lady like myself can’t finish it all alone, Simon.’

Plus, it led him to you.

There were days their conversations strayed to his relationship status. Single, of course, something Gran tried to change, dropping hints throughout their time together:

‘A young man like yourself should have a wife and kids by now, Simon!’

‘You sure are a handy man, you’ll make a great husband someday.’

‘You should meet my granddaughter, I think you two would get along swell.’

‘You know, my granddaughter can cook just as well. Taught her all my recipes.’

He always brushed it off; he wasn’t exactly looking to be in a relationship, but Gran was cunning, sneaky, and set the two of you up. Invited him over for dinner and to watch the football game on the telly one day. Except when he walked through her front door, calling for her, he saw your figure in the kitchen, adorned in an apron, covered in flour and sugar.

And well, he already called her ‘Gran,’ why not legally make her his grand-in-law?

[mintfullyyours]

Thinking about finding out you're Simon's phone wallpaper. Although part of me thinks he might still have a flip phone too. Because he very much wants to be off the grid.

“Simon Riley! We’re running so late!” You yell at the bottom of the steps trying to find call attention to your boyfriend. Swiping a shoe from the floor you quickly hop around, trying to look a bit presentable for the military ball. 

“Love, I can’t find my phone.” He grumbles from the top of the steps.

You roll your eyes, “We’ll find it when we get back, it’s not like you’ll be using it much.”

Simon shrugs as he reaches the last step of the staircase and watches you in your flurry daze. The emerald green, floor length dress hugging your body. A heat warms the lower half of his body. Christ, he couldn't wait for the night to be over and get you out of your dress later tonight.

“Price's gonna have our heads if we’re late.” You mumble incoherent words as you look in the kitchen and see his black case on the marble countertop. You reach for it, “Found it, babe!”

You click the home button to check the time and see 8:3––

Wait a second?

Simon comes into the kitchen, one shoe on and attempting to place the other. “Ah, thank you.” He presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Hold up.” You point as his phone, “Am I your lock screen?” You ask, biting back a smile. 

He freezes. 

A deer caught in headlights.

“You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“And of all the pictures you chose that one?”

He shrugs and clicks the home button to look at the screen. It was a picture of you sprawled on top of the sofa, mouth agape and sleeping soundly. If you squinted, was that glisten at the corner of your mouth -- drool?

“I can change it if you want." He offers. But in reality he loved that photo. He loved how much you trusted him, enough to let all your defenses down.

“Love, that’s actually so sweet.” You smile and press a soft kiss onto his lips and pull the black KN95 mask up over his mouth. 

“Totally better than the one of you on my phone.” With a wink, you hurry out of the kitchen and outside to the awaiting car. It took a second for Simon to register what you were saying before he chases you soon after.

“Hey! Wot you mean by that?!”

[hardknifeplays]

Simon Riley spoiling his missus rotten.

sfw, fluff, soft!simon — reblogs & likes are appreciated.

This man, Simon Riley, will never let you buy cheap things. Even if the thing you want is good quality and highly functional, and buying it really helps you to 'press down the cost'.

"No," said the man quickly when you want to buy an affordable reading tablet, his eyes are still fixated on whatever document was on his laptop screen. Confused, you raised your brow while your hands folded on your chest. "Babe, I'm just using it for reading. That's all, nothing productivity-related." you explained more, but your husband just answered you with another low hum.

"Said no," he repeated flatly. Not knowing why did he just outright denied you of the decent tablet, you sat yourself down carefully on the edge of the table next to his laptop. "But why? I will use it just for reading, I repeat, my sir, just for reading. I'm not going to play games, or even text via the tablet. It is affordable enough." you argued, your hands moving around so expressively (mostly to convince him to agree with you).

Finally, his eyes darted and met yours lazily. He studied you from your head to your torso, then back to your eyes, before letting out a long exhale.

"You don't deserve cheap things," he sighed. You rolled your eyes, and quickly responded, "It's not cheap, Si, it's affordable. Why do I have to buy more expensive things if the cheaper ones are well-functioned already? Especially just for one purpose?" and you could see he responded by wiping his face with both of his hands, before he stood up from his seat and placing himself in front of you.

His swift movement made you looked up at him, the distance between your bodies was almost non-existent and you could feel his warmth radiating towards you. A fucking human furnace, this Manchester lad. He looked at you in the eyes, this time his brows down, looking rather concerned. He lifted his finger outlined your jaw lightly, his eyes trained on your lips before his dark brown iris shot you again with a more loving and gentle expression.

"Why are you always treating yourself this way? Denying yourself from something that you truly deserved," he began, "You don't deserve cheap things, mama. I can afford your every need." as he said so, his lips met yours softly, and you felt his finger tucked some strands of your hair to the back of your ears.

When he let go of the kiss, you returned him a kiss on each cheek. "I don't always need expensive things, Simon. As long as it works well, that would be enough. We can use the money for something else. Okay?" you reassured him once again. His eyes aimed down at the table for a few seconds, before getting back to you.

"You don't always need it, but I am willing to give it to you," he stated, staring right into your eyes for a few seconds longer.

You could feel your blood flushing all over your body, spreading tingling and warm sensation just by seeing the seriousness in his eyes. It made you feel cared for, and you know at this moment that this man would always give what's best for you. Your 'enough' would never convince him, if he could go further for you, he would.

He always would.

You let out a shaky sigh, and then you placed your finger on his chest pointing at him. "Okay, your money, your rules." you chirped playfully, and a grin bloomed at the lips of your husband as he scooped you from the table and pulled you into his embrace.

"That's my missus." he smiled into your hair, finally winning you over.

[ghost4love]

Thinking about roommate Ghost!simon;

You knew what he did for a living it was hard not too when he would disappear into thin air then appear weeks or months later. You also knew that he wasn’t a physical touch kinda guy, he froze to a point you even felt his heart stop when you tried to hug him when he returned from a 3 month mission.

So you develop the “air hug” even if it was one sided. Whenever he returned home, whether you caught him returning or you walked in on him cooking in the kitchen one morning. You would simply raise your arms and open them in the air and say “welcome home si” always followed by a “I’m glad you’re home safe “ before dropping your arms after having a successful hum or a small chuckle from him.

But today …. Today was different.

You was lounging on the living room couch watching some tinpot reality show, too lazy to change the channel when the door opened, a tried and fragile Simon stood 5 feet away. You could tell this mission took it out of him, you never pry into details but you have learnt how to read his eyes.

You sigh softly as you stand up, blanket wrapped over your shoulders as you lift your arms open to do your air hug but … instead of the emptiness you was meet with Simon… his arms wrapped round your waist as he bent down to rest his head on your shoulder. Holding you… hugging you tight like you wasn’t real. Your froze before gently wrapping your arms and the blanket around him as you whisper a soft “welcome home love; I’m glad your home safe” which caused a soft sigh and a little squeeze as you stay embraced in eachother arms.

But what you don’t see is Simons soft smile as his eyes slightly water after finally breaking down his walls to come and hug you back… the person who he keeps fighting hard for… the only person who makes him feel seen… the home inside his home.