#oblivious simon

[s0fter-sin]

i need ghoap frantically making out against a door finally taking the leap on their feelings. need ghost grinding against soap, expecting to find him just as hard as him, only to feel nothing

and in all his wisdom and experience, he concludes soap was tortured and never told him

he’s trying to think of a delicate way to say he understands, that he’s been through it and it doesn’t change anything about how he feels (and who the fuck touched him so he can hunt them down and rend them limb from limb)

meanwhile trans!soap’s just trying to find the best angle to grind his cunt on ghost’s thigh

just it never even entering ghost’s head bc he’s never known a trans person but he has met plenty of people who’ve been tortured - himself included - so of course that’s his logical leap

soap takes off his shirt and he sees his top surgery scars and ghost asks if he wants him to kill the one who did it and soap just hums like, “actually, man did pretty good, they healed real well,” and ghost’s just teary-eyes with awe at how well he’s coping, “looking on the bright side, that’s my johnny.”

imagine he thinks johnny was fully castrated but sees he’s determined to still have a sex life with him so he buys packers and straps to help him bc hell yeah healing and soap’s just like, “holy shit i’ve never had such a thoughtful partner before, such a sweet man, lt.”

[tanked-up]

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“Friends with benefits”

[forestshadow-wolf]

Soap and ghost share food all the time

And by share I mean soap always offers some of whatever he's planning to eat to ghost (because that's how he grew up showing love in his family). And every time, without fail, ghost takes the world's biggest bite, and devours anywhere from 50%-78% of it in one fell swoop.

[cherryatombomb]

soapghost who just kind of fall into dating without even thinking about it. like slowly, bit by bit, they just start doing Couple Things without thinking about it. ghost is passing soap the thing hes looking for without him even having to ask for it. soap kisses his cheek in thanks. ghost goes :] bc he simply expected it.

soap slinking up behind ghost and hugging him whenever hes doing smth else. ghost is talking to someone else and soap just plants his face btwn his shoulders and ghost just holds his hands and continues the conversation like its normal

they have regular "hangout sessions" dedicated to just the two of them and they get rlly frustrated when someone joins them during one. theyre literally just dates. oblivious fools.

theyre sleeping together and one day ghost wakes up in the middle of the night in a cold sweat like "holy shit we're DATING???" and soaps like "HOLY SHIT WE ARE"

[ghcstao3]

under the guise of “doing things more efficiently” and “wasting less time and resources” ghost and soap start sharing things. in a totally normal, platonic, friendly way.

like the cigarettes they smoke together down to the butt instead of going through packs twice as fast with the amount they’d bum one off the other. they’d both been trying to consume less, in any case.

or like the plates they pick meals off together after standing shoulder-to-shoulder deciding what they’ll eat because what’s the point in having one more dish to clean?

or like the moments when soap will lay his head in ghost’s lap as the lieutenant quietly reads aloud a book they’d both been interested in but had neglected finding the time to read.

among many other things.

it’s totally normal. platonic. friendly.

obviously.

[letraspal]

Go Baz!

[evie-doesnt-write]

“Wille has gone through so fucking much from his shitty, neglectful, psychologically abusive parents, the death of Erik, the betrayal of August, his and Simon’s relationship issues, his mother becoming sick, finding out Erik was a homophobe, and so fucking much more, and he’s just a kid whose only support are his one friend and his boyfriend who are facing their own problems and nobody can blame him for not knowing how to deal with his emotions and having breakdowns” and “Wille is extremely flawed (as are everyone in this show) and never having been taught how how to deal with his emotions and problems in a healthy way and having little to no support system doesn’t change or excuse the fact that he constantly projects onto Simon, has internalised the mindset that Simon’s problems are far lesser than him, often behaves inconsiderate towards him and doesn’t listen or listen to Simon when he tries to talk to him and these are things he will need to work on, especially if he wants to keep a relationship with Simon” are not mutually exclusive statements

[sailorblossoms-snowbaz]

Cleaning up my gallery when I saw these old screenshots and

Simon never did like him talking to other vampires

And then this happens, ha

The second Baz says maybe the guy wants “privacy” with him Simon is bothered and ready to make sure it doesn’t happen

Because he wanted to prevent this. This is exactly what privacy meant for Simon, and he’ll be damned and drawn etc before he lets A Vampire have Privacy with his boyfriend

This is funny because, obvious attempted stabbing reasons aside… those first two lines sure sound like flirting! Which Simon can hear! And Baz genuinely doesn’t register any of this as sounding like flirting, regardless of Lamb’s intentions/true interest/whatever, and has no idea what Simon is talking about later when he finally registers Simon is jealous (because he spends all WS not really registering that! He doesn’t get Simon’s “irrational” behavior haha) Truly no vibe-check

A vampire, a mage, a bleeder, and a Baz’s boyfriend. Truly a man pushed to his limit

[ff7-has-taken-me-over]

The moment Soap realised he was in love with Ghost he nearly broke his ass.

They were in a mission and for once Soap was playing over watch while Ghost went in for recon. There was no good spot that allowed him a full vantage so he has to climb a tree for it.

He’s sitting up in a tree, making all his usual comments as he watches his lieutenant make his way through the compound.

And it’s so stupid and so embarrassing that Soap swears to hell and back that he’ll take the mistake to his grave.

But there’s a moment where Ghost bends over to snap a guys neck and his ass is just on full display for Soap and he very nearly falls out of the tree he’s in because of it. Then the man so effortlessly pulls off another kill, looking like sex on legs and Soap suddenly realises that he’s in love with the man.

He doesn’t know what the hell does it for him or when it even happened but he watches the kill and his immediate thought is, “fuck, I love him.”

And that makes him actually tip out of the tree, barely managing to roll at the last second so he doesn’t break anything, before falling flat on the ground and groaning in embarrassment. He’s just lucky Ghost had found what they needed and was on his way out.

When Ghost realised he was in love with Soap he nearly stabbed the man in a blind panic.

They were walking down the halls of base, usual ribbing and chatter from the Scot bouncing off the walls in an all too familiar fashion.

Ghost is nodding along, giving noncommittal hums as if he isn’t listening intently and taking in every little detail he possibly could, when Johnny’s eyes are widening, hand shooting out toward his face and making him tense.

Ghost nearly throws the other against the wall but then the hand is going past his head and grabs something from behind him. Soap’s eyes are hard and angry, his body manoeuvring around him so he can slam the person who was apparently behind them in the wall.

Ghost is too shocked to do anything, watching as the Scot threatens the ever loving shit out of a rookie for god knows what. When he shoves the rookie away and said man scampers in order to escape Ghost thinks he’s got enough control of himself to try and ask what that had been about.

But then Soap’s turning to him, bright smile on his face as he gestures to the still fleeing rookie as he speaks, “Couldn’t have him ruining the reputation aye Lt.?”

Ghost finally realises what that had all been about and he sees the worry and understanding in Soap’s eyes because somehow, the man had managed to worm into his heart and figure out every little flaw and vulnerability. But despite it all, he’s still here, standing by his side.

And Ghost could kiss him with how much love overwhelms him in that moment. And in the very same moment he could stab the man and kill him for the panic those feelings induce in him, cause he’s never allowed anything nice. Not in this lifetime and probably not in the next.

[khruschevshoe]

The only valid interpretation of enemies to lovers is when it is combined with the "X fell first, but Y fell harder." Like, X has been in so much love for so long that it feels like it's going to burn them from the inside out bc they're enemies, and they can't be together, and every time they think about Y they feel like they're touching a live bonfire that will one day destroy them, while Y is completely oblivious, insisting they hate X who is "annoyingly attractive, it's not fair" until the moment the revelation bonks them over head and they are immediately like "welp, looks like I'm in love and I refuse to live without X, they are not allowed to bury themselves away from me bc we WILL take on the world together whether they like it or not. No, I will not burn them, we will burn the world together, you hear me?" Also, they're gay. Also necessary. In this essay I will—

[tanked-up]

Price: Look me in the eyes and tell me you don’t feel anything for Soap

Ghost looking directly at Price’s eyes: I really don’t, I dunno why your making such a deal-

Price: Last time I did this with Alejandro because of Rudy and look where they’re at now

Ghost still starring at Price: Good for them

(Soap enters the room, stops and stares at Ghost and Price)

Soap: Uh…

(Ghost still starring at Price)

Price whispers: Did you just blush?

Ghost mumbles: I will end you if you say something

Price smiles and leaves the room: My work here is done.

Soap to Ghost: What work…? Is there a mission

Ghost in a trance: Hm?

Soap: Helloooo, Earth to Ghost

Ghost stares at Soap: Are you wearing eyeliner?

Soap quickly turns his back: No… why would I be wearing…?

Ghost: I do-

Soap: Well, yeah-

Ghost: And you asked me to borrow it

Soap: Fine, but don’t tell anyone!

Ghost chuckles: You’ve got a bit messed up around this area

(Proceeds to clean Soap’s cheek)

Soap: thanks-

Ghost: Oh uh, yeah of course

———————————————————————————-

(Price starring out the window

where Alejandro arrives)

Alejandro: It was too obvious

Price scoffs: Except apparently for them

[danibee33]

Part II of undercover!Ghost🩶

{Part I}

cw: nsfw at the end, no explicit smut, just Ghost on his knees for reader (he’s a giver what can i say)

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• You still don’t, or can’t, open your eyes- even when Ghost tilts your chin up and you can see the dim light shining behind your eyelids. Call it spite or possibly just a deeply rooted indignation that you’ve always possessed according to your father, but we won’t get into that now.

• But you just couldn’t. For the first time, you had no intention of giving him exactly what he wanted-

• “Why now?” You ask, pulling his hands away from your face. And you’re sure you look so silly, a grown woman refusing to just open her eyes and look at the face that’s plagued your thoughts ceaselessly; but he.. is just so fucking frustrating.

• You try to turn away but that only spurns him on, wrapping his hand around your elbow- you find yourself pressed against the door, a small grunt parting your lips, one he’s more than happy to swallow in a kiss.

• And it’s far too easy to melt into him again, let his hands touch you in ways you hadn’t let anyone touch you before-

• “No, no. Don’t- do that.”, you grind out the words, pushing him back once again, or well, trying to. You’re strong, but it doesn’t do much to the solid fucking wall of muscle that doesn’t want or care to move,

• “We’re not doing this. You do not get to treat me like I barely exist and then change your mind all of a sudden when you see me in a tight dress and heels-“, you shake your head as you continue, “you don’t want me.. you want this.”

• Internally, you’re bashing your head against the wall, because why the fuck can’t you stop talking?! He’s just a guy! A man- a very tall, inhumanly strong, muscular man, who looks at you like a little gnat he can’t quite get rid of.. but has been kissing you and holding you like you meant something to him. Like this wasn’t the first time he had thought about a moment like this-

• “And that would be fine.. if you weren’t.. fucking, ugh! You!”

• Your face is clasped between his hands again, thick fingers threading through your hair, and his voice calm and low- which simultaneously soothes your nerves and lights them on fire all at once, “You’re insufferable- the way you talk to us, the way you look at us, the way you just fuckin’ walked in and managed to worm your way under everyone’s skin-“

• He watches your eyebrows knit together in confusion and anger, you’re holding back so much, he can practically feel the potential energy radiating all around you- yours and his mixing together into something deliciously volatile,

•“Your existence is probably the only goddamn thing I can’t ignore, Hel.”

• Your face softens in a way he couldn’t have predicted, in a way that causes his chest to tighten and his breath to come a little shorter.

• “You do so much for us.. just because you want to, because you like seein’ people you care for happy. You don’t make any sense to me-“

• You hang on to his every word, to the rasp in his accent, and the way he holds you,

• “People aren’t just kind without wanting somethin’ in return. But for the life of me, I can’t figure out what you want.”

• Without thought, your eyes shoot open, a whole argument just waiting at the tip of your tongue-

• He thinks you want something from them? From him? That you were only kind to the Captain, and Gaz, and Soap because you wanted something in return? What you really wanted in this moment is to shake his big, stupid shoulders, and ask him how for someone so smart and perceptive, he could be such a raging idiot-

• But you do none of those things.

• No, instead of screaming or pushing him away, cursing him out, giving him a whole piece of your mind- you stand there, speechless and wide eyed because there he was. Lieutenant Simon Riley.

• You remember thinking at one time that he must be hideous or grotesque, something to match his boorish personality- but quickly swept the idea to the side. It was childish, and you had been angry with him, you’re sure. You know Soap and the others had seen his face before, but they never gave you even a crumb of detail- so, you’re mind filled in all the gaps, constructing a face around the deep amber eyes.

• And now, all of that work.. is useless. Because he’s everything you thought he might be, and nothing like it, at the same time. His brows are a bit darker than his hair, not too thick, but enough to balance the bit of scruff that covers his lower cheeks and jaw line- scars cut this way and that, some thick, others smaller, neater. One cuts right through his bottom lip, deforming it slightly- and another, deeper one across the bridge of his nose, which looks just a bit off, broken and reset incorrectly, you assume.

• He’s handsome, not in a movie star or even conventional way- but more than that, you think. Maybe it has to do with his flaws, has to do with the soft angles of his features, harsh only because of the way he’s used to constantly wearing a slight grimace.

• You reach up, leaning into him fully as you pull his lips against yours- something odd and warm burning through you, making your head spin when he reciprocates the kiss with no hesitation. If anything, it feels all the more frenzied now, like he had half expected you to run out of the room the moment you saw his face.

• “I don’t want anything from you, you fucking idiot.” You breathe out, the words and your voice mixing with the soft sounds of your tongues and mouths searching for more, your bodies yearning for more.

• Which is how you end up across the room, sat atop the beautiful, vintage oak desk, your dress hiked up around waist, watching the formidable Ghost take a knee in front of you, “Fuckin’ hell.. are you tryin’ to kill me?”

• “Don’t give me those eyes. You can’t wear underwear in a dress like this, I didn’t do it for you..”

• His eyes are inky and half lidded as he looks up, asking permission, begging for it without a single word.

• You try to shift forward, searching for friction but finding none against the smooth surface under you- only feeling the terrible dampness that’s made your thighs sticky. And all it takes is a breathy little whimper from you, his name whispered on your lips for him to move.

• He has your thigh settled over his shoulder and his face buried between your legs before the small yelp can escape- one hand smacking over your mouth and the other immediately grabbing his hair, “Jesus, Ghost- ah- fuck.”

• You hear and feel him breathe you in before a deep growl reverberates through his chest, wrapping a big hand over the thigh on his shoulder, and pushing the other open farther- another quiet groan leaving him when he finally sees what a mess you are.

• The first long stripe he makes with his tongue feels like a warning, the wet heat of him lapping at you has your cunt clenching vainly around nothing, an ache you’re not sure you had ever felt blooming deeper than you thought you possible.

• With that one taste, you’re suddenly jerked forward, your ass coming to rest right at the very edge- it forces you to prop one hand out behind you now, shakily leaning your weight into it as he begins to devour you.

• Which there’s no better word for it, he licks and nips, alternating between savoring you, eyes darting up to watch your head loll back and your chest heave before he suckles harshly at your clit- your poor little bundle of nerves already puffy and swollen, overly sensitive to his ministrations-

• “Oh, god- Simon, wait- wait-“ you swear you had only just begun to feel the pressure spooling low in your tummy before it implodes suddenly and violently.

• The radiating pleasure causes your legs to tremble and your breaths to come out as little more than pathetic pants- your fingers clutching at a handful of his hair so hard you’re surprised you hadn’t pulled it out by now.

• But he doesn’t seem to mind, his tongue still totally fixated on your weeping cunt, but instead of working feverishly, he’s back to lapping up your juices- humming into your center as he rubs his palm back and forth over the goosepimpled skin of your thigh. It’s a myriad of sensations, all of them lulling you even further the warmth of your high-

• “Been awhile, sweet girl? Or are you that responsive for everyone?” Ghost chuckles, flattening his tongue over your folds one more time before tearing himself away, unabashedly admiring his handiwork.

• You really do try to give your best glare when you manage to summon enough energy to look down at him, but it melts away at the sight of his lips pulled into a boyish grin, glistening and flushed a deep shade of pink. That’s how you watch him kiss your inner thigh, his eyes steady on yours even when he pauses to leave a little mark behind.

• “Very funny..” You bite back, a crimson blush coloring your neck and cheeks at the idea of telling him the truth-

• Thankfully, he doesn’t give time to dwell on it, standing to his full height, he gently lifts you off the desk- holding you close as he readjusts your gown to cover your lower half, though the fabric does little to fix the uncomfortable wetness that only seems to be growing.

• And the kiss he gives you afterward certainly does absolutely nothing to quell your arousal- because it’s slow and wonderful and you can’t help but to whimper at the taste of your own musk on his tongue,

• “C’mon, love.” He sweetly urges, swiping his thumb across your bottom lip before taking your hand, “before they send the whole bloody Calvary to get us.”

• You replace your ear piece with shaky fingers, thoroughly thrown off your game and glad to be going back to base- a bit of distance could do you both some good, couldn’t it? Though, he doesn’t seem to have the same sentiment, holding you closer than before until you step out into the courtyard- where you both know Johnny is still perched somewhere high above.

• “Bleedin’ Jesus, about damn time- boss is right pissed with ye for going dark like that.” Soap’s voice through comms gives you something to anchor yourself to, aside from Ghost’s lingering touch.

• He heckles you for a while longer, up until you’re in climbing into the back seat, settling yourself as much as you could- forever grateful for the darkness that envelopes you both.

• And as much as you want to stay away from him, give him space- you still find your head leaned against his broad shoulder, reveling in his immense size and warmth,

• “You did so good, Hel.”

• “Hm.. You weren’t so bad yourself, Ghost.”

+++++ bonus scene 🫢 ++++++

• Ghost had walked with you back to your rooms, not entirely unaware of the turmoil that had bloomed in your mind and refused to leave. He knew you were being uncharacteristically non-hyperverbal, and he had wanted to say something, he wanted you to invite him inside, he wanted, wanted to talk to you, wanted something more than the quiet you were giving him- though he would gladly take whatever you gave him at this point.

• But, that’s not what happened. You only looked up at him with those big, bright eyes- and apologized.

• He tried to ask you why you would ever be sorry, tried to ask what you were sorry for, because he would be lying if he didn’t feel some pang of insecurity- but this wasn’t about him, and he was wise enough to see that.

• So, he let you plant a chaste kiss on his cheek, let you close the door before tugging the balaclava he had been clinging to and stalking off down the hall.

• “Simon! Hey.. where’s our lil’ LT?” Johnny had stuck his head out of the lounge doorway, a bag of crisps in hand.

• All Ghost could do is shrug, backpedaling to follow after Soap, and snagging a beer from the fridge,

• “In her room. Any news about the phone?”

• They go back and forth for while, though somehow, the conversation keeps circling back to you.

• “She’s a good one..” Johnny says between sips of beer, “Y’know what she told me one time? It was that night we all went out!” He claps a big hand down on Simon’s knee, his laughter loud and full of fondness over the memory- “We were right pissed, eh?”

• Yes, Ghost remembers that night, remembers watching you and Johnny play pool against Price and Garrick- even when you lost, you had the biggest smile on your face as you bought everyone a round.

• He remembers how you tried to help Soap up to the lounge, but you both ended up on the floor in a fit of annoying giggles-

• “I asked her, why she never went on dates, never brought a guy around- not even friends. And she said she’s never had a relationship, never been with a man, never been with anyone.”

• Ghost thinks in that moment it would be better if Johnny had just shot him point blank in the chest with how tightly his lungs contract, his grip on the near empty amber bottle growing so tight he thought he could hear the glass want to give under the pressure.

• Soap is none the wiser to his friend’s downward spiral, still chattering in that lighthearted way of his,

• “Said she never had time for it! Can ye believe that shite? Maybe I should be more like her- might not still be a sergeant if I were..”

• He goes on, but the words fade away, lost in the sound of blood rushing through Simon’s ears.

• You were right, he is a fucking idiot.

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>>> [part iii]

OHHH NO. If it isn’t the consequences of my own actions🥲

I’m already thinking about part 3. But, hey! Thank you for supporting my insatiable brain worm, this fandom is my home away from home at this point. ♥️

and @ajadell, your comment was all I needed to keep this going 🫶🏻🫶🏻

(Inspired by this song)

[viktoriakomova]

I do think it’s genuinely unhealthy/disturbing when gymnasts make references to some dumbass fan discourse du jour in a snippy epic clapback social media caption or tweet I’m sorry like. you’re literally at the Olympics throw your phone into the fucking seine..?! if you won’t then someone else should be hired to do it for you??!!!! tf?

[caeruvotum]

Based on this Tweet

[young-royals-confessions]

Wille believed that Simon was over him. TWO TIMES!

[shmorp-mcdurgen]

Simon Henriksson is Cupioromantic by the way send post