#simon ghost riley x reader fluff

[ghostly-whiskey]

simon riley who you "meet" through a program where you can send care packages to soldiers. you don't think much of it at first, just a simple package with a few necessities and treats. and along with that, a short, but genuine and handwritten letter thanking the unknown soldier to you for their service.

and when you go to retrieve your mail a few weeks later after getting home from work, brows furrowing together as you shuffle through the stack of envelopes.

bill. another bill. advertisement. paycheck. handwritten addressed envelope from 'ghost'.

your brain doesn't even connect the dots until you are inside, fingers gently picking at the envelope until your able to drag a finger through the seal to open it. a simple piece of what looks like notebook paper is pulled from inside. unfolding it, eyes quickly scan the letter to get an idea what it's about.

you've done plenty of care packages before. never did you get a personalized thank you letter back, so, this was a first. the letter starting off by thank you for the package and that he enjoyed the items, especially the "sweet treats". the two words put in quotations as he referred to what you referred to them as in your own letter. your own brain cringing slightly as you remember what you wrote.

again, thank you for all that you do and enjoy the sweet treats!

and while you expected the letter to end after thanking you, it didn't. additional lines asking about you. the sets of questions ranging from asking how long have you been doing the care packages to general questions about yourself. then, at the very end, after signing off as 'ghost', you couldn't help but notice the chicken scratch of handwriting that added:

p.s. you don't need to respond back if you don't want to, just figured it be nice to get something back in return. thanks again.

[ghostlywhiskey]

current brain rot is single mom & simon who aren't dating, but he becomes a father figure for your daughter. and it's the way when its time for him to be deployed again, it's the way your daughter reacts that starts to change your feelings entirely towards him.

the morning he's set to leave, footsteps trot their way down the hallway of your house. no knock is given as a warning, the door opening as your daughter makes her way into your room to nudge you awake. except, you've been awake most of the night. your body turning onto it's side to face her figure standing at the side of your bed, faces illuminated by the faint light of the alarm clock. it's 5am and you feel like you could run a marathon, but that's due to the fact your brain hasn't shut off the past 6 hours since you got into bed.

"we promised simon we'd say goodbye," the little girls voice gently reminds you, fingers grabbing at the sweater you deemed your pajama crewneck. a delicate tug is enough for you to sit up. your own hand reaches to brush her hair back before pulling her head closer to you, a soft kiss placed at the top of her head.

"get warm clothes on, it's chilly this time of morning," you murmur, and as you stand up she's already listening to your request. your daughter slips quickly out of your room and back to hers to get warmer clothes on.

and soon enough, the two of you are holding hands as you head outside of the house and a few doors down to simon's house. the exhaust from the car visible in the cool morning air because of the car lights. simon is sat in the driver seat, door propped open as he glances to see the two of you approaching. but, your daughter quickly releases your hand at the sight of him as she runs directly towards him. no words are spoken as he pulls her in close and her face becomes buried into his abdomen.

you stand a few feet away, quietly with your arms crossed in an attempt to preserve any ounce of warmth your body has. the sight in front of you tugging at your heart - she's far too young to understand the severity of his job that would add to the sadness she has over him leaving. but you aren't. and part of you wishes you were as naïve as a child, thinking he was simply going to be away for a few months, nothing more and nothing less. but there was far more that went into all of it, and it was part of what kept you up the whole night.

"no hug from you?"

the words spoken pull you from the trance you were in. eyes that had become unfocused on the scene in front of you now refocused on simon, his body now standing out of the car as your daughter had taken the spot in the drivers seat for warmth while she waited for you two to say goodbye to each other.

"of course you get one," you quickly respond, as if thoughts weren't plaguing your mind moments ago. feet close the space between the two of you and both of your arms wrap around each other. there were plenty of quick hugs and side hugs between the two of you, but your brain counted this one as you both held each other. was it over a minute? did the lack of sleep warp your concept of time and make 3 seconds feel like a minute, or did the hug last that long?

"i'll be back for both of you," and at that point, you were sure the hug lasted longer than a minute as your body became frozen at the simple words spoken. eyes closed as your forehead rested against his chest and your hands gripped the fabric of his sweater.

"we'll be here," voice quiet and muffled into the sweater he was wearing, but he heard as his hold on you grew a little tighter seconds after the words left your mouth.

[outoftheseine]

- SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY FIC RECS 2 -

my big, broody husband | note: this is COD so there are some trigger warnings like: blood, guns, injuries, military stuff, death so please beware of them. there also also 18+ content so minors DNI. don't forget to read the authors' warnings | more will be added!

part one | main masterlist

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

yes, lieutenant • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @sinkovia (very very angsty, violence, smut)

forcedhusband!simon x reader

↳ by @suimon (sooo much fluff, comfort, slow burn, mutual pining, lots of bantering)

unexpected | part two • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @dammn-dean (pregnant!reader, angst, comfort, fluff)

the roommate • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world (angst, fluff, smut, kidnapping, simon here made my heart so fuzzy)

please love me | part two • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @rowarn (angst, smut, comfort, tw’s like depression, sa and suicide)

actions have consequences | part two • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!civilian!spouse!reader

↳ by @mrweh (heavy angst, mean!simon)

office romance • supervisor!simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @hecateslore

you had his baby and he didn’t know | part two • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @sgrplumditz

ghost distribution system | part two | part three • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @katz-chow

ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC’S

his heart, his light, his world • dad!simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @thexsilentxwordsmith (so so fluffy)

no judgement • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @blingblong55 (so so so fluffy, dad!simon)

consequences • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @sinkovia (very angsty, tw: miscarriage)

a place to be weak • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

↳ by @cherryredstars (fluff, little angsty)

superficial wounds, deep devotion • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @tacticaldiary (fluff)

tormented by a ghost • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @shotmrmiller (mean!simon, little explicit)

lights • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @babygirl-riley (dad!simon fluff, angst, childhood trauma)

sunshine • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

↳ by @sgtcosmo (fluff)

whispers and words • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @dammn-dean (angst, slightly suggestive, happy ending)

secret haven • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @lightwing-s (fluff, secret relationship)

gentle love • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @floatingfireflies (fluff)

his girls • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @casiia (dad!simon, domestic!simon, fluff, slight angst)

migraines • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

↳ by @mockerycrow (fluff, physical hurt/comfort)

family ties • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @lundenloves (angst, dad!simon but not a cute dad ahaha)

longing • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @yawnderu (fluff)

hold it together while the world is on fire • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @unreliablesnake (major character death, grief, angst, tw: drug abuse)

is it too soon? • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @unreliablesnake (fluff, simon is whipped, grief)

in another life • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @suimon (very angsty, hurt but no comfort)

over his shoulder • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @imperihoe-writes (tooth rotting fluff)

sweet dreams, my love • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @qtboni (so fluffy)

the sacrifice • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

↳ by @bravo4iscool (medic!reader, fluff, angst but happy ending)

wrong words • simon ‘ghost’ riley x 141!reader

↳ by @milf-murdock (hurt/comfort)

being chosen… by a baby • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!single mom!reader

↳ by @southernbluebellereader (fluff)

big guy • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

↳ by @kivino (fluff, jealous!simon)

gentle giant • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @asph6lt (fluff, soft!simon)

girl dad • dad!simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @thexsilentxwordsmith (very fluffy)

home invasion • neighbour!simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader

↳ by @oceantornadoo (hurt/comfort, violence, fluff)

everything’s gonna be okay • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @pearlofthesirens (hurt/comfort)

meet the family • simon ‘ghost’ riley x civilian!reader

↳ by @sim0nril3y (angst, comfort, family issues)

oh muse, tell me of the things done by golden aphrodite • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader

↳ by @sprout-fics (smut, greek mythology au)

late night embrace • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader

↳ by @mondaysoct (fluff, slightly explicit)

[lazybutsmexy]

Ahhh Konig or ghost with a female reader!!!

Already did a König one, so let's give our favourite skull guy some love, hm? 🥰♥️

Warnings: none!

"What's on your mind, love?" You asked him from above, your hair cascading around his face like a curtain, enclosing the both of you in a small world.

To say he was looking at you like you were his personal goddess was the understatement of the century. The sun above you gave you a halo of light, like a golden crown. Your irises were his stars, and your smile his moon.

His arm ventures upwards, his fingers grazing your cheek with a small tremble - a tremble! His hands that any other day held deadly weapons in a steady grip, trembling at the contact with the skin of your cheek.

"...just thinking," Simon breathed out, his eyes following the invisible trail left by his fingers on your cheek.

Your eyes - his stars - shut closed and he almost complained at his loss, until your soft, plump lips found the palm of his hand, and he all but forgot how to breathe. Your hands were still settled down on his shoulders, gently caressing up and down his clothed chest.

But your lips, oh, your lips found his pulse and Simon swore to be your most loyal worshipper, the only one you'd ever need.

"Tell me, Simon," you hummed, and he felt lightheaded watching you lean down and felt the weight of your soft lips against his covered chin, "what are you thinking?" you coaxed, and he would've chuckled at your insistence if it had happened a few hours ago.

However, he was at your mercy, completely melted and washed in a lulling warmth, just by the power of your kiss. He seriously considered the thought of you being a goddess now, and you had charmed his worries, his fears away.

"...That I love you so much," he whispered against your lips, and you answered in kind, holding his face in your tender hands as he gave way to your healing touch.

[rose-tinted-glasses671]

Echo Chambers Inside A Neighborhood (ch. 3)

read the rest: masterlist

tag list: @junosbugs @lovelyladymayyy @specialagentmonkey @elle-writes-things @anotherrickinthewall

“Sweets, it’s one drink at a shitty pub, not a fucking car.” Sydney handed her card over to the bartender to cover your beer as you considered plucking the plastic out of her hands and gently placing it back into her pocket.

“I’m fucking pathetic! I can’t even afford a beer anymore!” you shouted over the lively 6 p.m. chatter. The Hickory Lane Pub was a crowd favorite amongst the locals, and amongst you and your friends. Shitty establishment, but the vibes were never off, and the drinks were good. Plus, the owner’s son was an old friend of Sydney’s so he always gave her a discount on food.

“My love,” Sydney rested a gentle hand on your shoulder, looking at you dead in the eyes with the most serious expression on her face. “You have to give yourself a break. The last of your tip money is gonna go towards that shitty washing machine and you don’t get your paycheck until Friday.” The sincerest of smiles formed on your friend’s lips, pleading with you to understand. “You’re slowly figuring shit out, and you’re doing it well.”

You scoffed, realizing your own stupidity because Syd was right. You were finally getting back on track after everything was seemingly falling apart. Maybe it was time you took a break.

So you sat in your favorite pub with your best friend and enjoyed a couple of cold beers, your mind constantly wandering back to the man you’d left in your flat eleven hours ago. It wasn’t that you were avoiding him, or that you were uncomfortable being around him. No. You just didn’t know what to expect when you got back, and that made you a little nervous.

Would he be mad that you left this morning?

Would his things take up all the space in the living room?

Oh, God forbid you would have to move your garage sale chaise lounge into your room, a mocking voice in your head interjected your thoughts.

It was pointless being nervous when there was literally nothing you could do to change the circumstances now. You’d been the one who was all too pleased to let a stranger share a living space with you. Now you’d be the one to deal with the consequences.

At 6:33, you decided it was time to stop being a pussy and go back to your flat, so you quickly said goodbye to Sydney and then walked out into the still freezing December weather. Your pace quickened as you approached the Tesco, needing a minute of reprieve from the cold and a box of tampons. The last of the money in your checking account was gonna have to be enough to cover it.

You wandered into the store, heading to the back where you knew the tampons were located. It was supposed to be a quick in and out on your way home, but you were stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of a familiar head of moppy brown hair.

For a second, you stood frozen in time as you watched Ethan bend down to grab something from the bottom shelf, then stand up and throw it into his basket before sliding an arm around a girl’s waist. Whether it was fear or humiliation that immobilized you, you didn’t know, but your brain yelled at you to turn around and run away while your body forced you in place in the middle of the aisle.

The air around you buzzed as you watched Ethan’s head turn to look at you, surprise etching onto his face when he noticed who was standing before him. For a second, he stood frozen too, but when he dropped his arm from around the girl’s waist and started towards you, his lips forming words that your ears didn’t have the capacity to hear, you were finally able to move.

And move you did, doing a full 180 and speed-walking out of the Tesco like your ass was on fire. Fuck the tampons, you’d sooner shove the plastic applicator up there than share the same air as Ethan Campbell again.

In the distance, you heard Ethan’s voice yelling out your name, trying to get your attention, but you weren’t having any of it. Fuck this, fuck this, fuck this.

You maintained your speed as you walked home, although you did slow down the more your legs grew tired of the exercise. A couple glances behind you and it was becoming evident that Ethan had every intention of following you home. What the fuck was he doing?

You broke out into a run, feeling genuine fear for your safety as the man behind you continued to follow. Approaching your building, you took another peek behind you, noticing that Ethan had grown closer, but was now standing frozen.

You stopped as well, a fearsome anger building in your chest because of the entire ordeal, your lungs constricting with the effort it took to push a breath out. He had just scared the absolute living shit out of you, and for what? Just for a laugh?

“What the fuck did you think you were doing, asshole? Chasing a woman down just to give her a scare?” You were fully facing Ethan now, your back to the building door. You pulled your mace out of your pocket and kept you finger poised over the button in case the fucker tried something with you. “You pathetic, useless piece of shit! I dare you to fuck with me. I DARE YOU!” You were screaming at the top of your lungs, the words barely able to leave you, but you were fucking furious and not ready to back down.

Even from several feet away, you saw Ethan’s entire demeanor change. Where he was once confidently chasing you through the streets, he was now cowering away, slowly backing up until he turned around and just walked away in the other direction.

All that could really explain what just happened was the mace. You looked at it, then back at Ethan’s retreating form, a triumphant smile taking over your features.

“Was he bothering you?” a deep voice you recognized well broke the silence looming in the air. Your smile faded as you turned to face your flatmate.

Standing face-to-face with the chest of the 6’4 giant, his arms crossed over and his stance wide and ready to pounce, you noticed how immaculately built the guys was; like the Gods themselves had had their hand at sculpting his physique. You were never so shallow as to only ever care about a man’s physical appearance, but you were a woman. One who noticed a nice body here and there.

“How-” You cleared your suddenly dry throat, your heartbeat refusing to settle down to its regular pace. “How long have you been standing there?” you finished your question, voice coming out a touch breathless.

“’Bout a minute. Came down to throw away the trash,” Ghost pointed a thumb at the black trash bag sitting by the door. “Saw you running this way and a guy following you.” Ghost’s eyes narrowed under his balaclava, looking over at the man walking away.

You let out a sigh, the real reason why Ethan cowered away becoming clear.

Choosing to let go of the defeat you felt, you plastered a fake smile on your face. “Don’t worry about him. Just my ex,” you waved your hands through the air. But when Ghost turned his narrowed gaze onto you, you knew he didn’t believe your words.

“He go around chasin’ you often?” Ghost’s eyes roamed all over your face, as if picking it apart for any signs of an untruth. That simple perusal was making your body flush with a heat it hadn’t felt in a long time.

“Heh,” you let out a nervous chuckle, shifting your weight from one leg to another. “No…”

Ghost just grunted in response. “He’d be smart not to bother you again.”

His deep voice, smooth as whiskey, had not gone unnoticed last night, or this morning. It’s just that you had other things on your mind to worry about, so it wasn’t until now that you noticed how the timbre was making your heart flutter.

“I’ll do him the service of not telling him that,” you joked, trying to distract yourself from your body’s inappropriate reactions to a man who just trying to be a decent guy.

“Head inside,” Ghost said, picking up the trash bag next to him. “I’m gonna throw this out.” His voice was so assertive that you felt like you had to listen to his every command or face the consequences. This little dynamic between the two of you was jarring; you never let someone tell you what to do. But something inside made you want to listen to Ghost. To not disappoint him.

Strange.

As you made your way up the stairs, the hours from the day prior started catching up with you. Your feet ached, your back hurt, and you were getting a headache because you hadn’t eaten since lunch.

At least you had your leftovers to look forward to.

As soon as you turned the key in the lock and opened the front door, the aroma of something hit you square in the face. It smelled decedent and made your mouth water, your stomach grumbling even louder as you stepped into the flat and placed your purse on a chair. That’s also when you noticed that the stove was covered in pans and the counters were littered with vegetables and bottles of spices.

“Don’t mind the mess,” Ghost said as he entered through the front door, removing his shoes before closing the door and returning to the kitchen.

“You’re making food.” You said it as statement more than a question because something about seeing a hot man in the kitchen making dinner was messing with the wires in your brain.

“Steak and mashed potatoes,” Ghost confirmed, looking up at you for a second. He watched for a second how you looked at him in wonder, as if this was a sight you’d never witnessed, before returning to the task at hand. “You’re more than welcome to join me if you’d like.”

And secretly, Ghost hoped against all hope that you’d say yes.

“Uh,” you let out a breathless chuckle, still a little dazed. Of course you wouldn’t be delusional enough to assume that Ghost had made dinner for you.

“Or you can stick with your Indian. Not a problem for me,” Ghost lied. But it was a big problem for him. He wanted you to eat the food he made.

“Yeah. Why not?” You decided a fresh, home cooked meal was probably better than your two-day old leftovers anyway.

A small smile tipped the corners of Ghost’s lips up, though it was hidden by the fabric covering his face. You’d never know how happy those words had made him.

Feigning indifference, Ghost gestured to the dining table. “Have a seat then.”

[mxstly-melancholy]

Fluff with ghost maybe? The girl and him have met a decade ago and were in a situationship. Now they happen to be part of the same task force and sometimes when no one is around for training( or whatever reason )she lays down in his bed next to him wordlessly and they're wrapped around each other

Simon “Ghost” Riley x F Reader

Warnings: None.

It’s been months since you two first made eye contact when you first arrived at the base. Simon almost couldn’t believe his eyes when he saw you. There she is, a girl he used to have a situationship with a decade ago, and now she’s working beside him. The silent stares from across the rooms, talking with their eyes. They both have the same feeling and thoughts, but are both too afraid to speak. It goes like this for months. Gently bumping into each other on the field, weird glances at each other when the other isn’t paying attention, even Soap had picked up on it and asked Ghost what was going on. Ghost, albeit hesitant, told him. Now soap was on you like a lost puppy trying to get you to talk, but you didn’t budge. The same glances throughout the night’s tortured you. And it just so happened that you two shared a small Barrack. It started with stares, then suddenly went to sneaking into bed with each other to sleep.

The first time went like this as you recall.

As you watched Simon lay in bed on his back, his hands folded over his chest, you questioned your sanity. Were you really going to jump in bed with a man you haven’t touched in over 10 years? The answer was no, you didn’t have the guts. You thought, well, what if he didn’t want that?

It was absolutely freezing in the barrack, your teeth were chattering as you tried warming yourself up but nothing was helping. The heating system is broken and there’s no way you’ll be able to sleep tonight if you stay this cold. You saw in the corner of your eye, Simon sat up in bed and looked over at you. You kept your head down and didn’t make eye contact.

“Hey.” He softly spoke. This was the first time he was talking directly to you outside of combat.

You slowly look over and meet his eyes, shivering.

“Hi.”

“You’re cold.”

“Yep..”

“Come here.”

He motioned for you to come lay down, suddenly your heart skipped a beat. The bed was too tiny for two people, so he laid back and had you lay on top of him. The warmth immediately flooded you, his cologne filling your nose as you push your face into him. His hands gently wrap the blanket around you two and he holds you close. Tight.It’s just like how it was back then.

Some things never change.

[mcntsee]

The real barbie is Y/n.

Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.

[simonrileysfavteacup]

You stir awake, sighing as you roll over to face your sleeping husband. You sit up, fixing your stretchy shirt over your very swollen belly. You pat Simon’s side. “Si? Si! Si!”

He groans as he wakes up, rolling over and shoving his head into his pillow. “Go back t’ sleep.”

“I want a big mac.”

He groans louder. 

“Please, Si? I’m super hungry. And bubby keeps kicking.”

He sighs, “Look ‘t the time, lovie.”

You almost tear up. 

When he notices the frown on your face, he sighs again, getting up. “Which one is the closest?”

You smile, almost jumping with joy as you lean up to press a million kisses to his cheek. “The one on 42nd.”

He leans down, kissing your belly and your lips before heading off to get dressed. 

He returns 20 minutes later, a bag and 2 drinks in hand. You practically moan at the smell as he hands you the bag. 

“I love you,” you moan as you take a bite of your burger. He chuckles, eating his own. “Bubby loves you too. He’s kicking every time I take a bite.”

“Bet ‘e does.” Simon kisses your belly as you stuff a few fries in your mouth. “Lovie?”

“Yeah?” you ask with a mouth full. 

“Do ya think he’ll like me?”

“For the millionth time, my love, you are nothing like your father. You’re far too kind and too amazing and too sweet. He’s going to love you. Just like I do.”

He chuckles, “Love you too.”

He leans down, kissing your belly. 

“Both of ya annoying little buggers. Always fuckin’ hungry.”

[chaosandmarigolds]

Simon Riley! who isn't traditional in the gross way but in the he wants to protect you and make sure you don't feel like you have to provide for yourself, he wants to be a safety net, something to rely on

Simon Riley! Who made it a point to buy your dream house as soon as you were married,

Simon Riley! Who didn't expect houses to require so...much...work

"Baby! The water won't turn off?"

"The fuck you mean it won't turn off just-" Simon grumbled as he dropped the moving box and walked into the kitchen, grabbing the handle of the faucet and trying to pull it, only for it to come flying off. Leaving him dumbfounded and you a giggling disaster.

Simon Riley! Who likes handy man tasks as much as the next guy but the people at the store are beginning to know his name

Simon Riley! Who didn't have a dad to teach him some stuff like plumbing and whatnot so he calls Price

"Oi, Cap-"

"She came to her senses and ran away, yeah?"

"No...I need you to tell me ho' to turn off th' water."

Simon Riley! Who does know how much you love watching him do yard work but doesn't dwell because these godddamn weeds-

Simon Riley! Who loves nothing more than watching you paint the walls of the house, finds it like to be a scene of a movie and it would be a lie if the reality was much better than the cinema

Simon Riley! Who hates facebook because you would randomly send him across the city because you found an old China cabinet you thought would be perfect

Simon Riley! Who doesn't care how his buddies tease him about becoming a domestic civilian so soon, because he would happily fix a thousand houses if it meant a thousand more years with you

(Comments and feedback make my day! annnd yeah that's it <3 )

[rileyslibrary]

After suffering a gunshot wound, you wake up in a hospital bed with Ghost sitting by your side. Unfortunately, the effects of anaesthesia leave you unable to recognise him and, worse, confuse him with someone else.

A/N: Fluff. Based on a request I received a while ago. Hope you like it, anon!

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A machine on your left beeps rhythmically. The taste of something metallic lingers in your mouth, and the iodine smell stinks your nostrils. Your eyes open slowly, but the bright ceiling light forces them shut again. You lick your lips and attempt to swallow a couple of times. Dry. Your mouth is dry. You need water. Your hand moves towards your face, but a low, raspy voice advises you against it.

“Careful now,” it says, and a hand gently grabs your wrist. “Don’t pull the IV off.”

You turn your head towards the figure beside you and squint. It’s a man, but your blurry vision doesn’t help you identify him. Your eyes travel to your wrist and focus on the closest part of him: a skeleton’s hand.

You try to shake your hand off his grip, but it turns out futile. Frustrated, you give up and raise your middle finger at him.

“Not my time yet,” you declare. “Fuck off.”

“Pardon?” he asks.

“Not ready to go yet,” you reply, tucking your middle finger in your palm and lifting it back up again. “And also, fuck off.”

The man releases your wrist, placing your hand gently beside you. He clears his throat and leans forward. Though your vision remains blurry, you spot what looks like a human skull with a hood over it.

“How are you feeling, love?” he asks, his tone softer.

“How am I feeling, love?” you repeat. “Did Hell improve their customer service?”

“I’m not-” The man begins but pauses. He sighs, shakes his head and rests his elbows on his thighs. “Never mind.”

“Where am I?” You ask.

“Hospital.” He replies. “You took a bullet.”

Directing your attention to your body, you feel a dull throb in your chest. You wince as your fingers brush against the bandages.

“You are joking.” You reply and slap your hand on the bed. “Why? How?”

“Well,” He says and tilts his head to the side. “You exchanged a few shots with the enemy, your gun ran out of bullets, his didn’t, and here we are.”

“My gun?” You ask, shocked. “I have a gun?”

“Several.” He nods.

“SEVERAL?” You shout. “Why would I possibly need several guns?”

“It’s your job, love.” He replies.

“My job is to have several guns?” you ask. “And shooting at people?”

“I wouldn’t put it that way,” he explains, “but it’s mainly for defence.”

“Well,” you shrug and wince at the pain. “Doesn’t look like I’m that good at defence—especially for having several guns.”

“I was really worr—”

“Water,” you interrupt and gesture at your mouth. “I need water.”

“Doctor said it’s not the time for water yet,” he replies.

“Why?” you ask, pretending to check a non-existent wristwatch. “What time is it?”

“No, love,” he replies and muffles a chuckle. “Doctor said you need to wait until you have some water.”

“You throw the ‘love’ thing a little too freely,” you mumble, licking your lips and lifting your index finger. “I’d be really careful if I were you.”

“Really?” he asks, leaning back into the chair and crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Why?”

“I,” you say and point at yourself, “got a boyfriend, thank you very much.”

“Oh,” he exclaims and tilts his head. “Is that so.”

“Yup,” you nod. “And he can kill you.”

“Can he?”

“Can?” You say, and a smug smile forms on your dry lips. “He will absolutely, one hundred and a thousand per cent kill you.”

“Is he that good?” He asks.

“I mean,” you shrug, motioning at the bandages on your chest. “He’s much better than I am.”

“Oh wow,” he exclaims and leans forward. “Is he as good of a boyfriend as he is a shooter?”

“Far from it,” you reply, letting your hand fall to your side.

The man doesn’t speak. He doesn’t seem that comfortable all of a sudden. He shuffles in his chair, trying to find a better position, and when he does, he clasps his hands together.

“Go on,” he finally says. “Spill it.”

“Ok, so,” you begin, “first things first, he doesn’t listen to me when I want to vent, and whenever he does, all he says is nonsense.”

“The lad gives you solutions,” he snaps, “and you call them nonsense?”

“I don’t want solutions, man,” you reply, shaking your head. “I want him to just listen to me.”

“Even if the solutions he provides are literally the answers to your suffering?”

“Even then.” You confirm.

“Gotcha,” he nods. “What else?”

“Oof,” you sigh, “how much time do you have?”

“I’m immortal,” he reminds you, “plus the next reaping is in five hours.”

“Oh boy,” you reply. “Business not going that well lately, huh?”

“Not many deaths to take care of,” he spits. “I guess some people could use some serious training when it comes to their aim.”

“Speaking of training,” you say, “he’s always at work and never spends much time with me.”

“The guy’s trying to spend as much time with you as he can, for fucks sake!” he shouts, throwing his hands up. “He even lied to get you on his team!”

“How do you know he put me on his team?” You ask.

“I keep a close eye on him.” He replies.

“What did he lie about?”

“Your precision in aiming,” he jokes and motions for you to continue. “Next one.”

“I can’t think of anything else,” you reply. “Other than he doesn’t say how much he loves me.”

“You’re having a laugh now, aren’t you?” He says, and his tone feels almost threatening. “He’s showing it to you daily; offering advice, keeping you close to him, even risking the possibility of being accused of nepotism for crying out loud! He doesn’t need to say it as well for you to know it!”

“It’s just nice to hear it sometimes,” you sigh and twist a thread from the bed sheet. You turn your head slightly toward him, and he lowers his head to the ground.

“How about you?” You ask. “You have a girlfriend?”

“I do,” he confirms.

“Shut up!” You shout, widening your eyes and immediately closing them back again. “Where did you guys meet?”

“Hell,” he replies. “Right in the pits of it.”

“How is she?” You ask.

“Perfect.” He states.

“Bullshit,” you murmur. “No one’s perfect.”

“She is to me.” He says, shrugging.

“Do you love her?” You ask.

“Absolutely,” he replies, nodding slowly. “One hundred and a thousand per cent I do.”

———————————————————————

[peaches-creek]

“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.

[ghostlywhiskey]

simon who stands still when he sees you for the first time. any words being spoken to him goes in one ear and out the other. eyes fixate on you while you sit at a table with friends, the moment he had caught sight of you was when you laughed at one of your friends; a hand quickly coming up to cover your mouth. if it wasn't for the balaclava covering the majority of his face, the way his lips parted would be another indication of how you captured his attention.

part of him knew how alarming it may be if you were to catch his gaze at you. his stature and demeanor not welcoming, so he quickly shifted his gaze away from you. fingers tightened around the neck of his beer bottle. excusing himself from the rest, he shuffled his way through the bar to make his way to the bathroom. after a few moments and splashing water on his face to recompose himself, as he pulled open the door to head back out he stopped in the doorway.

standing there, you glanced up at the large figure across from you as you waited for the women's bathroom to become unoccupied. despite the mask covering his face, his eyes eased any discomfort you might have felt.

"sorry, i took a bit," simon mumbled out, moving to head out of the doorway.

you couldn't help but reach your hand up as a small giggle left your body. simon's body stilled at your response, watching as you laughed, part of him confused and the other part feeling his cheeks warm.

"i'm wating for the women's bathroom," a smile formed on your face, the hand that had covered your laughter pointed to the bathroom with the figure in a dress on the door. his lips parted again for a second time that night, an 'o' forming on his lips that could vaguely be noticed through the mask.

"right," simon nodded, quickly trying to cover up his stupid comment. "just thought if you had to really go you could sneak in the men's bathroom."

"i think i'll wait for women's bathroom. probably a bit cleaner, yeah?" you joked, trying to brush away the embarrassment you could sense from him.

simon nodded, not wanting to make a fool out of himself again by speaking anymore than he should. "right," he repeated the word from moments before. "well, have a good night." excusing himself, he headed back to the rest of the guys. when asked what took him so long, he brushed it off. but to the rest, it became painfully obvious the lieutenant had himself a little crush.

[outoftheseine]

- SIMON 'GHOST' RILEY FIC RECS -

a lot of dad!simon fics here. i am not sorry. i want to bear this man's child(ren) | note: this is COD so there are some trigger warnings like: blood, guns, injuries, military stuff, death so please beware of them. there also also 18+ content so minors DNI. don't forget to read the authors' warnings | more will be added!

main masterlist

SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS

haunted | part 2 • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @babygirl-riley (heavy angst, tw: depression, drugs, addiction suicide, toxic relationship, please read the warnings!)

too old for you | part 2 • simon 'ghost' riley x medic!fem!reader

↳ by @lunarw0rks (smut, hurt/comfort, age-gap)

soft spot • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @cordeliawhohung

the red means, i love you • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader x john 'soap' mactavish

↳ by @thewriterg

smashing pumpkins • simon 'ghost' riley x civilian!fem!reader

↳ by @qwimchii

last kiss | part 2 • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @milf-murdock (angst, unestablished relationship, smut, fluff)

secret lovers | part 2 • husband!simon 'ghost' riley x wife!reader

↳ by @savemefromanepicoftimewasted

my baby swingin' • biker!simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @tojisun (very sexy biker!simon, smut, fluff)

happiness • simon 'ghost' riley x wife!fem!reader

↳ by @lethalchiralium (i feel so fuzzy when i read this series, fluff, sometimes angst, some tw be aware)

i'm with you | keep you close • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @undercoverpena (angst, feelings, explicit)

being yelled at by ghost | part 2 • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @hxltic (angst! simon is an asshole)

northern attitude | part 2 • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @bubbles-for-all-of-us (enemies to lovers, hurt/comfort, angst)

lights on • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @peachesofteal (single mom!reader, fluff, slight angst, protective!simon)

one night stand | part 2 | part 3 • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @cmncisspnandmore

ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC'S

break in, break down • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @hyperactively-me (home invasion, comfort, fluff)

his girls • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @babygirl-riley (so so so fluffy, dad!simon)

one fucking mistake • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @codfanficedits (very angsty, hurt but no comfort for a whilez grieving, tw:depression)

book boyfriend • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @stargirlrchive (fluff)

lime-sized • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @imperihoe-writes (pregnant!reader, very fluffy)

bloodied bullets, soft confessions • simon 'ghost' riley x gn!reader

↳ by @ghosts-cyphera (a little mean!simon, hurt/comfort, injuries, fluffy end)

monster • neighbor!simon 'ghost' riley x afab!reader

↳ by @rowarn (smut, protective!simon, zombie au)

unmasked love • simon 'ghost' riley x afab!reader

↳ by @springtyme (so so so cute! dad!simon)

adoration • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @yawnderu (dad!simon, fluff)

simon 'ghost' riley x sensitive!gn!reader

↳ by @cherryredstars (fluff and nswf content)

this chapter is over • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @colonelarr0w (character death, angst, injuries, some fluff)

simon says • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @unreliablesnake (smut)

salt in an old wound • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!oc!reader

↳ by @ghouljams (hurt/comfort, explicit content, fae au)

blood on my shirt, rose in my hand • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @alwaysshallow (friends to lovers, the continuation is on ao3!)

antique soldiers • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @mangowafflesss

why? • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @riverbutghost (asshole!simon, injuries, slightly explicit at the end)

cold but warm • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @riverbutghost (asshole!simon, injuries, angst, hurt/comfort, fluff)

pretty pink flowers and bloody cherry blossom tree • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @underscorewriting (really really angsty, ugly cried)

for the last time • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @wttcsms (pregnant!reader, mentions of death, angst but fluff)

welcome home • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @nastybuckybarnes (home invasion, arguing, fluff)

medical leave • simon 'ghost' riley x gn!reader

↳ by @kib-ble (mentions of injuries, hurt/comfort, fluff)

no more stars left to count • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @lvlyghost (angst, hurt/comfort)

protective • simon 'ghost' riley x reader

↳ by @ponyosmom35 (medic!reader, protective!simon, tw: sexual harassement)

return • simon 'ghost' riley x fem!reader

↳ by @bruhrobs (fluff, colleagues to lovers, single mom!reader)

[lazybutsmexy]

Emotionally Supported Bird

Pt 3 of Emotional Support Bird Pt. 2

Ghost x fem!reader x Soap (Canaryverse)

Warnings: nightmares, hurt/comfort, pure fluff. She/her pronouns used.

Summary: She knows exactly were to find solace in the middle of the night.

Word count: 450~

Y/n woke up with a start, her chest heaving as she tried to fill her lungs with oxygen. Nightmares were far from uncommon in their job, but lately hers have left her stricken with grief. Her dreams were permeated with a sensation of impending doom, as if her own life was being taken away, or grief as her mind procured the most horrible ways her loved ones fell around her. 

She shivered even if her body felt scorching hot, and covered her eyes with her forearm, applying pressure in an attempt to silent the loud buzzing in her brain. The buzzing eventually stopped, but her heartbeat remained pounding against her ribcage, and the sound seemed to echo in her empty barrack. 

Y/n bit her lip as she realized she wasn’t going to get any more sleep in these circumstances.  Slowly so as to not make any unnecessary noises, she shrugged the blankets off her body and stood up. She quietly made it out of her barrack and peered into the one next to hers, the click of the knob alerting both men inside. 

Both Simon and Johnny relaxed when they saw it was her, but immediately tensed up once more when they studied her sullen expression. 

“Can… Can I sleep with you guys…?” Y/n knew she didn’t need to appear strong to them in the privacy of their barrack, but she couldn’t help but try to hide the shakiness of her voice, her teeth worrying into her lower lip. 

Simon wordlessly lifted his blanket and patted the empty spot next to him, and she walked into the room, shutting the door behind herself. She climbed into his bed and snuggled closer to him, immediately burying her face in his neck. He held her close, feeling her thundering heart against his own chest, and the dampness seeping through his shirt where her eyes pressed down. 

He looked at Johnny with a frown, who wordlessly got up from his bed and got in behind her. Simon moved both Y/n and himself to give him more room, and Johnny got comfortable on his side, his whole body pressing against her back. 

She now laid squished between the two men she loved the most, their legs tangling with hers, and their calm breathing grounding her and allowing her own heart to settle. Her fingers clutched the front of Simon’s shirt as his cheek rested at the top of her head, and Johnny’s hand found its home on her hip, his fingers sneaking under her sleeping shirt and tenderly rubbing the skin below.

She felt as if she was wrapped up in a cocoon, her lovers’ warmth invading her senses and lulling her into a dreamless sleep.

A/N: This was mostly self-indulgent, but I supposed you may need it too :)

[rose-tinted-glasses671]

Echo Chambers Inside A Neighborhood (ch.4)

read ch.1 ch.2 ch.3 ch.5

tag list: @junosbugs @lovelyladymayyy @specialagentmonkey @elle-writes-things @anotherrickinthewall

“Likin’ ya new place, L.t.?” Soap’s voice broke through the silence in Ghost’s office. Piles of papers stood high on his desk and his laptop was open to the notes from the most recent mission briefing. He was trying to focus on his work, knowing he’d have to go back out in a couple hours to continue training the new sergeants. But memories from last night followed him around like a lost puppy, begging for his attention.

“It was the first and last time I set foot in that store,” you said through fits of silent laughter, the words barely formulating on your tongue. Ghost couldn’t help but be fascinated by the way your face lit up with your laughter. He stared, memorizing the line of your plump lips, the gentle curvature of your nose, the way your lashes fell against your cheek when you closed your eyes.

The sound of amusement that left you was the sweetest damn song he’d ever heard, and he yearned to be the reason you made it.

“It’s fine,” Ghost said nonchalantly, not looking away from his laptop. It was more than fine, but he’d be damned if admitted that to the sergeant.

Soap remained standing at the door, his body leaning against the frame as he crossed his arms across his chest. Ghost could feel Soap’s eyes on him, and he shifted uncomfortably under the scrutiny.

“What?” Ghost snapped after thirty-seconds of silence, finally moving his gaze for a brief second over to the man standing at his doorway.

“Nothin’,” Soap shrugged. “Been awfully quite the las’ couple a days, that’s it.”

“Got nothing to talk about,” Ghost retaliated.

“Not even the beautiful lass you’re livin’ with?” Ghost’s eyes zoned in on Soap, a silent question as to how he knew what you looked like. “Got curious. Sam showed me a picture.”

“It’s none of your business, Sergeant,” Ghost clipped, returning his focus to the computer screen. He tried comprehending the words in front of him but just ended up reading the same sentence over and over again.

Soap, nosy as he was, walked further into the room and plopped himself onto the chair in front of Ghost’s desk.

“She’s a stunner, L.t.,” Soap interrupted.

A vein on Ghost’s forehead ticked, though Soap wasn’t able to see it. He knew you were pretty, but why was Soap so interested?

“Why the sudden interest?” Ghost questioned, a sliver of possession running down his spine. It was wholly unnecessary and completely out of the blue, but there was no point questioning it. Ghost had been feeling unwarranted feelings ever since the first time he talked to you over the phone.

“No reason.” Another shrug from the sergeant. “I gave yoo the number, is all. Feels like my responsibility if something goes wrong.”

Ghost scoffed. “I’m a grown man, Johnny. I can take care of myself.”

“No doubt,” Soap smiled. “So…is she nice?”

“She’s none of your business,” Ghost deadpanned. He tried hiding his annoyance, though he didn’t know if he was successful.

Soap chuckled, shaking his head slightly. He wasn’t gonna get anything out of him.

“Tight-lipped as ever,” the sergeant jested. “But that’s not what I came in ‘ere for.”

“Oh?” Ghost’s ears perked up.

“There’s trouble again. Insurgents in Al Mazrah.” Soap’s expression turned serious, all sentiments back to business. “Price wants a word.”

---

“But I thought we got all the weapon holds there,” Gaz asked, a quizzical look towards the Captain.

“I thought so, too,” Price said, hands on his hips as he paced back and forth. “But this one is underground. Practically impossible to sniff out.”

“Then how’d you find it?” Soap spoke up from where he was seated.

“We noticed multiple caravans, all taking different routes, end up at the same location deep within the desert.” All eyes in the room turned to the laptop from which Laswell spoke. Her stoic face betrayed no signs of urgency, but the tension in the room said otherwise. “Had our drones scout the area. Turns out there’s a bunker within the oasis.”

“Bloody hell,” Ghost murmured under his breath. He wasn’t naïve enough to think that the trouble with Hassan was over just because they killed him, but he was disappointed that they’d left such an important loose end undiscovered for so long.

“How the hell did we miss this?” Gaz stated, putting everyone’s unspoken thoughts to words.

“It’s easy to miss things like this. But that’s not what’s important right now.” Price grabbed the map sitting next to the laptop and spread it open on the table for the rest of the crew to see. “Dealing with the insurgents here…” he circled ‘Al Mazrah’. “And getting hold of the weapons bunker here,” he indicated to an obscure position somewhere in the desert next to the city. “These are our priorities.”

The next couple of hours were spent determining the plan of attack. Ghost and Soap were to head the team that would be responsible for dealing with the insurgents in the city, while Price and Gaz would attack the weapons hold.

And by morning, they were exiting the aircraft into humid, sand-filled air.

---

It’d been six days since Ghost had left for work, seven since the night of the dinner. You would replay bits and pieces of the night over again in your head, smiling at the memory of shared laughs and dry jokes.

He barely revealed anything about himself, letting out grunts or straight up not answering when you asked personal questions. You got the hint, realizing that the man valued his privacy more than anything, so you ended up regaling him with stories of your own life.

You had nothing to hide, but more than that, you didn’t feel the need to hide from Ghost.

It was nice to have someone who listened, but you couldn’t help but feel disappointed whenever you were met with silence about his own past. Obviously, it’s not like you wanted him to tell you his deepest, darkest secrets. But maybe you were starting to think of him as a friend, and maybe it would be nice to know more about him besides the fact that he was in the military.

“Hi sweetheart,” Belinda said as you entered the shelter, shaking the snow off your boots. “How’ve you been?” The old lady stepped out from behind the counter and gave you a hug, rubbing a soothing hand on your back. You hugged her back, allowing yourself to take a little bit of comfort from her.

“I’m okay. I think,” you said, pulling away from the embrace and stuffing your hands in the pockets of your coat.

“You think?” Belinda shook her head as if that was unacceptable. “How come? That boy Ethan up to something again?”

You sighed, realizing you hadn’t visited the shelter since you and Ethan had broken up, so Belinda was none the wiser.

“Actually,” you began. “We’re not together anymore.” The words came with no feeling, as if you were telling the woman you had oatmeal for breakfast, and not that you’d ended things with your boyfriend of three years.

“What?” Belinda sat down on the wicker chair next to the door, patting the one next to her. You complied and sat down too. “What happened?”

You contemplated what to say. On the one hand, you could be honest and tell her Ethan had cheated. But on the other, that wasn’t a detail you were in the mood to hash out.

So you shrugged, averting your eyes from Belinda. “He was a jerk.”

“Oh hon.” The woman took your hand, running a gentle finger across the back of it. “It’s good you realized he wasn’t worth your time. Better single than raising a man-child.”

You chuckled, thinking to yourself that those words couldn’t be any truer.

“You wanna head back? We had a new litter of kittens dropped off here a week ago if you want to see them,” Belinda said.

“Of course I wanna see them.”

You were out of your chair and at the back of the shelter in a matter of minutes, petting the older cats you had already met and letting the new ones get accustomed to you. As you played with the little fur balls, a certain one caught your eye; sleek, black fur covering the top of its head while the rest was white as snow.

You gently took the cat into your arms, noticing how quiet and patient it was. Reminded you of a certain someone.

“That’s Maisie,” Belinda said as she walked past the curtains, a large bag of cat food in her arms.

You looked at Maisie, seeing her calmly watching you. “Hi Maisie. It’s nice to meet you,” you whispered. The cat raised a paw towards you, curiosity shining in her eyes. You brought your face closer as her paw grazed over your nose, then your cheek.

“She likes you.” Belinda was at the corner of the room, rationing out portions of cat food into bowls.

“Well, I think I like her too.”

“She’s all yours if you want her,” the older lady raised an eyebrow in question, a mischevious smirk on her face.

You looked back down at Maisie, trying to map out the pros and cons of adopting a cat right now.

“Oh, don’t think about it too much,” Belinda scolded. She left her spot and walked over to where you were seated on the floor next to the play pen. “She’ll be great company. Might even help you through your breakup.”

You didn’t tell her that you were very much over your cheating ex-boyfriend. But would it really hurt to have someone to come home to at the end of the day?

[mxstly-melancholy]

Soft touches

Simon Riley x gn! Reader

Fluff

Warnings: none.

not my photo.

the soft glow flowing through the window in your bedroom wakes you up, a grumble leaving your throat. the light shines directly onto you and your lover, Simon. he snores softly behind you. You’d never pass up moments like these. His eyelashes laying gently, his mouth open slightly, his warm body up against yours. His hands wrap around you lazily, the roughness of them tend to feel soft in moments like these. There’s no better time than now to just appreciate the beauty in him. you turn slowly in the bed, careful not to wake him. facing him, your hand goes to his chest. Feeling his heartbeat that calms you in the night. You can’t imagine how on edge he must be all the time. It’s rare you get to see him in this soft state. Your hand gently caresses his jaw line, fingers softly moving over his lips. He is so handsome, it made your heart melt. His eyes gently flutter open, meeting your own. He sighs out his nose before gently grabbing your hand and kissing it. “Good morning, sweetheart.”