#simon riley x nerd!reader

[machveil]

I blame you for my Simon brainrot, so have this:

Simon smitten with someone who is a complete nerd, just an absolute geek. Plays D&D, reads way too much, wears glasses (I double blame you for this) and dorky shirts and socks, etc. Him just sitting there listening to them ramble about something he has no clue about and then later on him referencing back because you cant tell me he isnt actually paying attention even if he doesnt have a vested personal interest in it.

I’ll happily take responsibility for Simon Riley brainrot lol

Simon Riley is absolutely smitten with Nerd!Reader - it doesn’t matter what fascinates you, he’s taken. anime, manga, comics? tell him about it. music, video games, movies? play something for him. are you into Dungeons and Dragons? he’ll listen to you explain everything - show him your dice, tell him about all the classes, spells, monsters

Simon Riley adores your glasses - prescription or not. thick frames? metal? plastic? functional or fashionable? he can’t stop looking at your face. if you do have prescription lenses you can convince Simon to try them on. they’re a little small sitting on the crooked bridge of his nose, he blinks once before handing them back, “Prefer my reading glasses.”. but if you wear his reading glasses? he’s nearly drooling, they look so charming on you - in fact, why don’t you just keep ‘em?

Simon Riley will soak in whatever you tell him. be careful talking to him about stuff you want, if you mention a certain pair of pretty dice or a new volume of your favorite series it’ll end up in your hands, cost be damned. if something is really expensive Simon will lie through his teeth so you don’t feel bad, “Was on sale, love, don’t worry. Hm? Exclusive release? Don’t know about that.”

Simon Riley, the big, hulking man he is, can be talked into cosplaying for you. he might roll his eyes, but he’s biting back a smile when you mention he would look good dressed as a certain character from a series you love. when October rolls around you might just come home to find Simon standing in the doorframe to your bedroom, dressed in oh so familiar clothes, “This what you wanted, lovie?”

Simon Riley that, even though he’s dead silent listening to you, can repeat everything you’ve said back to him. he might forget smaller details - the color of a character’s clothes, the way to specifically pronounce a name, but he remembers your favorite chapters and episodes, the class you play and your lucky dice. he might even surprise you when he talks about things you didn’t tell him, “Hm? Oh, jus’ did some light readin’ on it, nothin’ special.”

[captainsaveawoah]

Idk

Simon is 100% that sound bite from that song by Se’kret like ONLY that part of “Come here, bae, come sit next to me, come and take your drawers off. Damn, you on the edge of the bed, you 'bout to fall off.” (Because the rest of it is NAWT that man.)

Anyway, but imagine he bags this BADDIE. I’m talking the baddest bitch around. You’re soft or just all around loud. Idk whatever makes you, you and absolutely a BADDIE. and he’s so him he doesn’t even know what to do with you because he’s just him, ya know?

Like actual the baddie I bagged being autistic. Idk.

[uhhhidontknowanycreativenames]

I firmly believe Simon is either a loner or a minute men. I think people voting BoS forget that they're violent racists who in the game were willing to hurt a lot of people and Simon doesn't seem like he'd be down with murder just cause someone is a ghoul as long as they ain't feral. But that's also I interpret the BoS so maybe people see them differently which is fair.

While I agree that he's more likely to be a part of the minutemen if any faction at all, I also see why (at least in my mind) people would think BoS. Yes they are NOT a good group of people but at least for the majority they believe that they are doing the right things because of the people around them telling them this from a young age (just like how I feel a lot of people in the military are misinformed one way or another but I have a different blog for stuff like this).

I feel like having simon be a member of the BoS (or possibly a ex member who was able to stay 'missing' after a failed recon mission) would add a lot more depth and I'd have more to say and build off of BUT I wanna see what other ideas I get first.

[harpsinfinity]

Hey sillies !!!

Currently, I've joined the hunt for a lost song called "everyone knows that" or "ulterior motives" (yes, I'm a little bit of a nerd)

For a bit of context: in 2021, a user named Carl92 found an old audio file on his computer dating back to 1999, he had faint memories of this song but didn't fully recognising it, claiming it must have been from when he was learning to sample songs, he remembered it being on a cassette tape he had, but found it on a dvd file (which meant he could've burnt the song into the dvd, which could explain its low quality). He uploaded a 17 second snippet of it to whatszatsong.com. it was soon found unidentifiable and called "lost media"

Ever since 2021 there have been communities following different leads and bebunking them to find the origins of this song as well as the full song !! The video will be below this. If anyone wants to join the search or has any possible leads, dm me or send me an ask !!! The snippet of the song will be in a video below this

thanks sillies !!

[girl-lostconnection]

Just something I’m still toying with in my head. Will continue a little later probably

Punk!Ghost x Nerd!Reader

Warnings: violence, bullying, mention of abuse, pretty vague but still a tad heavy overall

Unsweetened lemonade (part 1)

Part 2 || Part 3

Ghost who is all spikes and cigarette smoke and dark circles under deep seated brown eyes. Always so gloomy, always alone, always biting the hand outstretched to him.

In his world outstretched hand means beating. In his world outstretched hand is one fucking omen and he prefers to stay away from it.

People can’t hurt you if they can’t touch you. If you won’t let them.

Ghost never does. He’ll be dead before he lets anyone up close. He’ll be dead before anyone touches him ever again (the voice in his head snarls, the voice in his head a wounded dog, the voice in his head a rabid animal — always fighting, always choking, always clawing uphill).

Ghost is all long limbs and sharp angles, growing too fast, eating too much in a house where it’s never enough for everyone to go around. Simon sucks it up because he’s the oldest, because he can go hungry, it’s no big deal — he’s used to it.

The hunger and void of loneliness sucks open a bleeding pit inside of him and he pushes his face harder into the pillow, choking back weakness.

Tears are weakness. Craving love is weakness. Feeling alone and cold and hungry and wanting his mom to kiss him before bed is weakness.

Weak people don’t survive what he survives. He’s not weak, never weak.

Ghost frankly doesn’t understand you — with your nose always in a book, headphones always in your ears, eyes always a little too distant. He doesn’t understand the quiet resignation that he sees on your face when someone gives your hair a sharp tug or throws mean, disgusting things — words coming out like damn filth, his knuckles whiten and it’s not even aimed at him.

Ghost doesn’t understand why you don’t fight. You don’t understand why he always does.

Fighting never makes it better, fighting means prolonging suffering. Fighting means anger, means screaming, means angry hot tears and red face and pain-pain-pain because it’s not fair, it’s never fair and it shouldn’t be like that.

You force it all back down before it threatens to spill out of you, bubbling and acidic.

Ghost’s lips curl in something very akin to snarl and you glare back. He’s all long limbs and sharp angles and heavy boots and old creaking leather jacket that he wears through all winter. Even when it’s so cold his lips turn blue.

Even when he’s shivering. Ghost still holds his head high, shoulders tense and square — always ready for a fight. Always ready to beat into the ground anyone who tries to beat him.

Never again, never again, never again

You stay silent, headphones already in your ears, but you still watch the broad space of his back. He’s lanky, he’s disproportionate and too big-too long-too much.

You wouldn’t call him pretty at all, his jawline too heavy and out, his eyes deep seated and harsh, his nose big — nose bridge crooked, sharp lines of his cheekbones look like you would cut yourself if you touched.

Ghost looks right back at you, but for some reason doesn’t snarl this time. Maybe he’s just tired, maybe it’s too cold to waist energy on someone like you but his lips are blue and he’s shivering and suddenly you can feel pulling your scarf off.

It’s a mad idea, it’s the worst thing your mind could come up with because everyone knows that Simon “Ghost” Riley is aggressive cunt with chip on his shoulder.

But you know all too well how it feels to stand outside — alone and cold, shivering because people that were supposed to protect you and warm you up — didn’t.

So you pull your scarf off and thrust it in his hands before practically running away, because everyone knows that Simon “Ghost” Riley is aggressive cunt with chip on his shoulder. And you don’t want to be caught in his fire.

You have it enough already as it is.

Simon watches you scramble away, scarf warm and soft in his hands and he wants to snarl again, wants to chase you, wants to ask what the fuck do you think you are doing. But you are already gone.

And he’s cold and he’s alone and he’s tired. Maybe that’s why he tentatively wraps warm fuzzy scarf around his neck and head, nose nuzzling in it immediately.

It feels so good he almost hates you in the moment.

It feels so good Simon feels like crying all over again.

[cinnamongrl2006]

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[yawnderu]

🌟Smut Masterlist🌟

Renders by @ave661

Main Masterlist

Asks Masterlist

✧ Showtime - Keegan P. Russ ✧ Hatefucking - Keegan P. Russ

✧ Lactation - Keegan P. Russ ✧ Mine - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley ✧ K-9 - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley ✧ Freak - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley ✧ Simon ''Ghost'' Riley drabble ✧ Vamp - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley ✧ Monster - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley ✧ Making love with Simon

✧ Somnophilia

✧ Somno masturbation

✧ Denial - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley ✧ Rimming - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley

✧ Pillow princess riding - Simon ''Ghost'' Riley

✧ Pierced dick - Simon Riley ✧ Pervert!König ✧ Colonel!König ✧ Cat and Mouse - König ✧ Taste Game - König ✧ Sweet Dreams - König ✧ Fantasize - König x GN!Reader ✧ Innocence Loss - König ✧ Home - Kyle ''Gaz'' Garrick ✧ Captain's Wife - John Price & 141

✧ Sharing - Simon Riley x Reader x John Price ✧ Sweet Home - John Price ✧ John ''I share my wife'' Price x reader x Simon ''Ghost'' Riley

✧ Just the tip - Simon Riley

✧ Filthy bastard - Simon Riley ✧ Punished - Miguel O'Hara ✧ Tease - Miguel O'Hara ✧ Catgirl - Miguel O'Hara ✧ Breeding - Miguel O'Hara ✧ Nerd!Miguel O'Hara ✧ Bully!Miguel O'Hara x Nerd!Reader ✧ Bully!Miguel O'Hara x Nerd!Reader ✧ Prince!Miguel O'Hara x Evil Witch!Reader ✧ Nerd!Miguel O'Hara ✧ Snow White!Miguel O'Hara x Evil Queen!Reader ✧ Closer - Miguel O'Hara ✧ Blissed Out - Miguel O'Hara ✧ She Wants Me Dead - Miguel O'Hara ✧ Shadow Company 14 vs 1 Gangbang

✧ Needy - Keegan P. Russ

✧ Pimp!Ghost

✧ Lactation - DBF!Keegan

✧ Toxic!FWB!Ghost

✧ Pervert!Roommate!Simon

✧ Pervert!Roommate!Simon Part II

✧ Monster

✧ Thin Walls (NSFW collab)

✧ Tiger in heat - Horangi

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SIMON "GHOST" RILEY

bodyguard!Ghost x rockstar!reader

⤷ Party Like a Rockstar | the one where you're a rockstar and ghost is your bodyguard ⤷ Sunscreen and Stolen Glances ⑱ | the one where you're a rockstar and you go on vacation with bodyguard!ghost ⤷ Crybaby | the one where you're drunk and bodyguard!ghost has to comfort you ⤷ Pure Filth ⑱ | the one where you're getting ready for your first headlining tour and bodyguard!ghost can't help himself ⤷ Anything but Routine | the one where bodyguard!ghost finally snaps...because of rockstar!keegan ⤷ Club Hopper ⑱ | the one where bodyguard!ghost takes you to the club after a concert

demon!Ghost x broken angel!reader ⑱

⤷ Broken Dove | the one where ghost is a demon and finds a pretty little broken angel ⤷ Captive Dove | the one where demon!ghost's reasons for taking you just keep evolving ⤷ Savior | the one where demon!ghost saves you from an intruder ⤷ Enrichment Time | the one where demon!ghost finally gives you enrichment and things to do outside of the cage ⤷ Feverish | the one where demon!ghost has to take care of angel!reader when they're sick ⤷ Starved | the one where you're hungry and touch starved!demon!ghost feeds you ⤷ Playlist | the one where it's a playlist dedicated to our favorite demon but it's mostly just sleep token songs ⤷ Time Apart | the one where angel!reader and demon!ghost get into their first argument ⤷ Affections | the one where we learn about demon!ghost and his reaction to angel's affection

⤷ One Body, Two Sides ⑱ | the one where simon is sweet, but ghost is a different story ⤷ Dad's Best Friend!Ghost Headcanons ⑱ | another self explanatory and unoriginal title ⤷ More Than Just a Body | the one where simon reminds you that you're worth more than you think ⤷ Wake-up Sex ⑱ | the one where you wake simon up with a blowjob ⤷ Wake-up Sex (pt. 2) ⑱ | the one where simon wakes you up with his cock ⤷ Tantrums | the one where ghost finds it cute when you're angry ⤷ I Know What You're Doing ⑱ | the one where simon calls you on deployment, and he's lonely ⤷ Payment Options ⑱ | the one where you're sleeping with dilf!ghost after babysiting his son ⤷ Spark Up ⑱ | the one where simon gives you backshots while he smokes a cigarette ⤷ Swipe Right (headcanon) ⑱ | the one where you hook up with simon ⤷ Camera Roll | the one where it's what your camera roll looks like dating simon ⤷ Biker Bars | the one where you meet older!divorced!biker!simon ⤷ Qualified ⑱ | the one where odb!ghost is forced to give you a job interview (and hates how qualified you are for the job) ⤷ Chalk and Trainers | the one about gymnasts!ghoap and their pretty little trainer ⤷ Barrack Showers ⑱ | the one where you have to be quiet wihle simon rearranges your guts in the barrack showers ⤷ Club Hopper ⑱ | the one where you love going clubbing and Simon loves watching you dance ⤷ Burning Kingdoms ⑱ | the one where king!simon just wants to marry the pretty little rebel

KÖNIG

⤷ Brother's Best Friend ⑱ | self explanatory and unoriginal title ⤷ Moving Along | the one where after coming home from a mission, König doesn't know that you think he's gone ⤷ Moving Along (pt. II) | the one where you confront König after thinking he'd been KIA on deployment ⤷ Late Night Shower | the one where you walk in on König in the communal showers ⤷ Tutor Me? ⑱ | the one where you desperately ask nerd!könig to tutor you, but it comes at an unknown price

JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH

⤷ What'dya Just Call Me? ⑱ | the one where you accidentally call Soap daddy ⤷ Pent Up ⑱ | the one where soap gets back from deployment and just needs to be inside of you ⤷ Friends with Benefits...and Then Some ⑱ | the one where soapgaz find the perfect third ⤷ Chalk and Trainers | the one about gymnasts!ghoap and their pretty little trainer

KYLE "GAZ" GARRICK

⤷ Friends with Benefits...and Then Some ⑱ | the one where soapgaz find the perfect third ⤷ NSFW Alphabet ⑱ | the one where you learn everything about gaz and his nsfw habits ⤷ Rake No More ⑱ | the one where you finally let fratboy!gaz hit it

JOHN PRICE

sugar daddy!Price au

⤷ Pretty Doll ⑱ | the one where sugar daddy!price gets his doll ready for a fancy dinner ⤷ Discipline and Drool ⑱ | the one where sugar daddy!price punishes you for belittling yourself

⤷ Medical Leave ⑱ | the one where john's finally home long enough to get you pregnant

TASKFORCE 141

Knight!141 AU

Introduction to Knight!Soap Introduction to Knight!Ghost Introduction to Knight!Gaz Introduction to Head Knight!Price (coming soon)

Outlaw!141 AU

⤷ Buckle Bunny ⑱ | the one where you're the new pretty little thing at outlaw!141's camp ⤷ Kinky ⑱ | the one where it's all about outlaw!141 and their kinks

⤷ Sweetheart? | reserved!reader gets fed up with an outsider's comments ⤷ Tattoo/Piercing Headcanons | all about 141 and their tattoos/piercings ⤷ Mythology | 141 as unconventional mythological creatures ⤷ Like 'em Bendy ⑱ | 141 and their flexible partners ⤷ Talking You Through It ⑱ | the one about how the CoD men talk you through your orgasms

MOODBOARDS

⤷ Demon!Ghost

[thetravelingtyper]

On The Same Page pt3 (Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Reader Bookshop! AU)

When Johnny drops in, you get an unexpected guest...

Part 2, Part 4, Masterlist

“You know what's coming on that playlist”

You look up from your breakfast,

“What do you mean…”

The song comes after David Bowies Magic Dance,

You groan as it plays:

Flicking through a little book of sex tips

Remember when the boys were all electric?

Now when she's told she's gonna get it

I'm guessing that she'd rather just forget it

Clinging 'til I'm getting sentimental

Said she wasn't going but she went still

Likes her gentlemen not to be gentle

Was it a Mecca Dauber or a betting pencil?

“I swear this song.”

“You might as well let it play out, does it remind you of…”

“If you say his name I will personally shove my fist up your ass so far…”

The door dinging cuts you off as Soap enters carrying a Tupperware container, now clean and empty of your cookies. You had started a habit of baking for the man during afternoon tea.  

The song continues dutifully under your negligence:

Oh, the boy's a slag, the best you ever had

The best you ever had is just a memory and those dreams

Weren't as daft as they seem, not as daft as they seemed

My love, when you dream them up

“ I swear to god, Sam you have my phone change the damn song!”

“Having trouble lass?” 

Soap reaches the counter and sets the container down, the music pauses for a moment as Sam thinks somewhere amongst the books, you hear his thoughts:

“Do not test me, Sammy!” You sigh before American Idiot by Green Day kicks. Thoroughly pleased you finally turn your attention to Soap.

“Heya Johnny, What are you up to?”

He grins and pulls a small object from his pocket, a flash of silver before handing it out to you. You take it and your face lights up.

“This is sick!”

You’re reverberating with excitement as in your hands is a bookmark. Not just any bookmark but a pewter bookmark with the stamping of an old English knight. It tickles your inner literature nerd. You look back up at Soap and he rubs the back of his head.

“Some customer left it at the bar a while ago and never came back for it so I figured you’d like it.”

He seems a little flustered and the motion makes your heart warm a little bit. You set the bookmark down and pass around the counter to hug him. His arms reach around you and he pats your back. A second passes and you suddenly feel a presence, you pull away and jump. 

“Johnny”

“Steaming Jesus” 

You weren't the only one startled as the man stood a little straighter at the voice instinctively. 

He turns to the culprit, the man in black from earlier, whose dark eyes look between you and the Scot before looking down to Johnny.

“Bloody hell Ghost, might give a man a heart attack doin’ that. What are you doing here?” 

You watch in curiosity as ‘ghost’s’ shoulders relax his eyes soften a little in a comfortable setting, It is clear the men are close as you watch a grin light up Soap’s. He waits a moment before answering in a thickly accented voice.

“Moved in recently down the street.” He offers little more,

“Aye we’re all neighbors then Lt.” Soap bumps a fist into the taller man’s chest and you want to giggle. Soap looks to you then and mentions to Ghost with his hands.

“This is, well was, my commanding officer when I served.” 

You remember the non-classified moments soap told you, of a wraith of a man behind a skull. You examine the man before you. 

He is built like a tank, you imagine him in combat gear and yeah you can see it. But there is something different about the man before you. Looking closer at his masked face you can see the traces of scars, along his arms as well, but this Ghost carried himself more freely, and like Soap you wondered if he was retired. 

Ghost’s eye meets yours and you are flashed back to your dream. He regards you calmly before raising an ungloved hand. You blink and Soap himself seems a little taken aback,

“Simon, Simon Riley” He offers it simply and you take his hand. It's rough like Soap’s, but warm, and his eyes crinkle a little, he might be smiling under his mask.

“It means he…”

“That’ll do Johnny.”

The scot’s hands come up in surrender with a grin. Simon holds your hand for a moment longer before drawing his back to himself. You both watch each other for a moment before you turn away to Soap.

“Did you need anything else Soap?”

“No hen, you're fine, I need to get back to the bar. Drop in sometime yea Lt?”

“Sure, Johnny.”

And with that the man turns to leave, padding out before opening the door. You look back to find Simon unmoved and watching you. You are about to speak when the music pauses and you hear the blasted phone ring.

Sam comes around the corner and stops seeing you and Simon standing closer together.

“He’s calling again. How do you want to handle this?”

You clench your fists instinctively in frustration. You turn to Simon, and with a polite excuse me, you turn and take your phone from Sam. For the first time, you answer it.

There is silence on the line as if your ex is surprised his spam tact worked. Then his voice comes:

“Where are you?” You are seething at this point, but force yourself to calm down when Sam approaches and sets a hand on your shoulder shaking his head no. It's not worth it.

You look back to him nodding, I know.

“It doesn't matter James, leave me alone.”

“Listen I'm sorry…”

“I don’t care, stop calling from other numbers. We are over, we’ve been over.”

James on the other end hits a spike of temper. Because when he replies it is heated:

“Listen you little bitch…” You cringe and hold his yelling on the phone away from your ear. Sam offers to take it but you shake your head.

“He always accused me of cheating on him with you I don't want you to be dragged into this.”

The yelling continues for a moment and you pass a glance at Simon in apology but you find him tense, clearly listening and upset at the threats coming from the other end of the phone.

“I will track you down…”  These words catch all of your eyes. A sense of dread hits you and hang up, unable to take any more abuse. You sigh, trying to release tension but your phone starts ringing again. 

“Let me answer it.” The request is quiet but stern, your eyes widen and you look to Simon, his mask! At the moment of the ring, the man had taken off his mask revealing a young but chiseled face. He was clean-shaven, with short blonde hair swept back. He had a scar tracing from the side of his nose and over his lip. But he was quite handsome. In a bit of shock, you hand him your phone and he answers to hear yelling. But he remains quiet, waiting for James to shut up. A minute later when the phone goes quiet. 

His voice changes, taking on a practiced authority, one you assumed came from his serving days.

“Stop calling this number.”  It's not a request but a warning. There is silence as you and Sam look at each other, a chill running down your spine at Simon’s voice.

“Who is this? Where is she…”

“Not coming to the phone anymore, stop calling this number or there will be consequences.”

There is a tensioning silence before in a slightly different voice James asks,

“Who is this?”

Simon’s eyebrow shoots up, and he, he…almost looks amused.

“Her Partner now fuck off.” And with that bold declaration, Simon hangs up, an upturned smirk as he hands your phone back to you. It doesn't ring again. 

Your mouth is agape taking the phone from him, you look to Sam but he's too busy admiring Simon, an eyebrow shoots way up. 

“That was ballsy.” Your head shoots to him and you elbow your best friend.

“What he means to say is that you didn't have to do that.” Gratitude and an embarrassed admiration swells in you.

“I wanted to.” The confidence is evident in Simon’s reply as his eyes flicked between you and Sam. 

“Oh! This is Sam, co-owner of this fine establishment and my best friend.” The two men shake hands briefly. Sam looks very pleased, sending you a secret look before he turns to head to the back. 

“I need to get back to orders, you two have fun!” And with that, you are alone with your savior.

“You didn't need to do that-”

“He was threatening you, I won't let that stand dove.” It comes out strong and a light blush trails up your face. He regards you silently.

“Can I do anything for you, Simon? I appreciated that.”

“Tea sometimes and perhaps dinner.” He states it simply but the implications have your heart jumping.

“Sure…of course, did you need anything in the store I know you came in and looked around.” 

“I set aside a hold a few days ago,”

Simon Riley, S.R. The thought clicks at the moment and you move to the counter and set aside your empty plate to pull out Twenty Thousand Leagues from the stack. The gilding gleams in the warm lights of the bookstore. Simon follows you to the counter.

“How often have you been in? Usually, only regulars know about the hold policy.”

Simon looks down at you before he answers,

“The past month so far.”

The past month? How the hell did I not take note of him? Well, I guess you subconsciously did. Hince him appearing in your dream.

“Huh. Good choice in Verne. He’s one of my favorites.”

“I know.” The simple answer stuns you for a moment before he explains,

“You read a lot.” He mentions to the side of the counter where a worn paperback of Journey to the Center of the Earth sits, halfway read. You look back at him and his eyes catch yours, and then you understand, biting your lip. 

He’s been observing. How hadn't you noticed? Simon shifts his weight watching the gears in your head turn. You don't seem too distressed to have figured him out. The truth of the matter was he had wandered in while looking for Johnny’s place, wanting to drop in since he had moved into the city. After some time in a smaller town, he felt comfortable enough to stand the noise of London proper. So walking down the street he caught the sound of chattering and music earlier in the morning on a fine clear day. 

Gathered around what seemed to be a small shop was a crowd of people eagerly waiting for entrance into the Fox’s Den Bookstore. The collection of people was of a mixed age. Simon noticed a few parents with young children, an older couple, and the rest around early to mid-20s. He looked down at his watch, he had some time, and a light-set curiosity built so he joined the edge of the crowd. He caught some chatter here and there:

“It's Tuesday! You know what that means!” A little girl, looking to be around 8 looked up at her mother and tugged her hand. 

The mom smiled down and nodded, and a student next to them knelt and smiled at the girl. 

“Blueberry muffins today right?”

The child nodded back excitedly and Simon’s battered heart stirred. 

It was a few minutes later but at the ding of the bell, the door finally opened revealing a tall man, who he knew now to be Sam. 

“Come on in everyone! Everything is set up in the back for today's book club! Thanks for coming!” Sam’s eyes scanned the crowd before clocking Simon in the back. With his height, tattoos, and scars he must have looked out of place. Simon hesitated as Sam observed him. The commanding presence of Ghost was still within him, but after a few years of being out of the force he had calmed and gotten used to life in a smaller town. Sometimes, however, when the beasts of his past reared up in his head, Simon felt disassociated and alone, like an outsider.

But Sam only watched and then smiled. 

“Head on in big guy, grab a muffin, they're homemade,” Sam eyes his height, “well perhaps two.”

Simon nods. The man is American he thinks, Sam’s accent standing out. As he enters the bookstore he is met with an open area flanked by a wall on the left, a counter straight ahead guarding a door, then an expanse of bookshelves. 

“Just head straight in and take a right at the counter, there is a path between the shelves to the sitting area. Just mind your step please.” And with that Sam shuts the door and enters behind Simon, going around and taking place at the counter. 

Simon follows the directions, stepping past haphazard piles of books arranged in every sort of way. He seels a stack of all E titles, all aquamarine, then another of leather-bound tomes. His footsteps are muffled by a slightly tattered runner rug, he looks up to find the ceiling painted. A vision of heaven looks back but instead of angels, foxes run amongst the clouds. The art, obviously done with love raises an eyebrow but amuses Simon nonetheless. He moves along and finally makes it to the back of the store and there he finds you. 

Everyone is sitting in a collection of chairs, stools, and even on the floor. The little girl from earlier sits entranced as you finish reading a children's book. Upon finishing she takes the book excitedly.

“You mean I can keep it!” She looks at you with puppy eyes and you laugh, a sound that is music to Simon's ears. 

“Well considering I wrote the book, yes you can!” 

The little girl is ecstatic and runs back to her mother who gives you a gracious smile. Your eyes catch Simon and you smile at him. He freezes and you point to the table set up with your homemade muffins. 

“Well, what are you waiting for? Grab a muffin and join in!” He obediently does as he is told and one of the other children pats the spot next to them.

“You can sit here sir!” 

Simon sits and so progresses book club, Simon’s heart-warming as you proceed to read. Every once in a while a patron calls your name (Simon takes note) and they ask a question which you answer. Meanwhile, Simon lowers his mask to take a bit of one (of the 3 muffins) he took. Upon the piece hitting his tongue he is transported back to brighter times.

Back in a small town in France, between deployments when he was just a tourist, he had stumbled upon a small family bakery. When he entered, the small wife of the baker ushered the large man to a small table. The following onslaught of pastries changed Simon on a fundamental level. After leaving the force, he took up baking trying to emulate the tastes he found. Safe to say he loved the muffins and unashamedly finished the 3 in front of him within a few minutes. 

And there he was in the middle of a random book club. He found a comfortable space and taking another look at you, he would be back.

Simon shakes off the memory as you bag the book, he passes you payment and you hand it and the bag back to him. He checks his watch and mentions to the door.

“I have to go.”

You frown and his lips turn downward. You quickly react under the counter and scribble your phone number on a post-it note before passing it to him.

“Any friend of Johnnys is a friend of mine! Besides, next time you come I owe you tea. Maybe then we can have a proper sit-down and chat!” His hand brushes yours as he takes it and a tingle goes up your spine as his umber eyes meet yours.

He waits a moment, pulls his mask back on then turns around with a quiet goodbye, and a moment later he's gone. 

You spend a moment watching his form disappear into the crowd. Sam takes the time to return from lurking in the back. 

“Spooky huh?” 

“I don’t think so, he's just quiet.”

You reply and your phone buzzes. Sitting under a notification from your mom is a little message of a skull. You smile and set your phone aside, hopeful for Simon’s return. 

Taglist (The Cool Kids)

@ghostlythots

[modelbus]

Have I ever mentioned I’m a Greek mythology nerd? If not… here’s a good time to drop that. This is HEAVILY Orpheus and Eurydice inspired!!

This is just a little writing EXERCISE, I know it’s not good :) I will be posting an actual writing thing on WEDNESDAY!!

Pairing: Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Gn!Reader

He Doesn’t Look Back

You’d follow your lieutenant through fire if he asked you to. And he never did ask, but you still did it. Bullets pinging at your feet, all you can do is grip your gun and keep your eyes trained on his back.

Ghost doesn’t look back.

Hesitating for even a second would get you both killed, and he knows it. Glancing back at you, even just to confirm you’re alive and following, would end with a bullet in his head too.

It’s not far from cover, a building you two can duck into to reload and go back at it. Call Price for an evac, inform him the mission went sideways.

Damn intel leaks.

This was your mission, technically. You were sent out alone, collecting information on a mobster from afar. It was simple, safe.

Until the Task Force servers were hacked and your mission was leaked.

Being disconnected from the team unless you called them left you unable to know what happened. When the mobster suddenly went into hiding, you searched the city high and low, trying to figure out what had triggered it.

Ghost was the one to come into the city to tell you, to save your ass. And now he’s the one helping you get out, helping you live, continuously saving your ass.

Despite what everyone says, Ghost is hardly callous or emotionless. If you chose, you’d liken him to a tragedy. For all intents and purposes, he’s the makings of a hero: strong and brave, loyal enough to dive into hell to save you. But he’s got the air of a dead man walking, someone who has so many ghosts that they’ll drag him down. Ironic, considering his Callsign.

You let out a muffled curse as a bullet zings past you, barely missing. Ghost doesn’t turn, too busy dodging his own bullets.

There’s just a few more paces, then you’ll be in the safety of cover. This is the last time you’re letting Price put you on undercover work, you swear. Soap will probably tease you for days for needing Ghost to come rescue you.

Your hands tighten on your gun instinctively, glancing over as you catch a glimpse of fabric. Honestly, you’re not sure you’ve been in a worse situation. At least in other times you had all of 141 to back you.

Finally, Ghost ducks into the doorway of the abandoned house, looking back at you before he’s even fully in. You can see his eyes through the mask, relief clear as he reaches back to haul you through with him.

You lower your gun, stretching to grab his arm, eyes only on him and the prospect of safety.

Neither of you ever sees the grenade.

It flings you back, the ground seeming to erupt beneath your feet as you fly. You slam against someone’s abandoned car, scrabbling for purchase as you’re sent tumbling across its hood. Glass tears through your sleeves and gloves, piercing through to your skin.

Ghost shouts your Callsign, but you can’t even hear it past the ringing in your ears. Like everything is muffled, you can barely get yourself to focus on pushing yourself to a sitting position.

Pain shoots through your body, but you ignore it. You have to get up, you have to get to Ghost, you have to fucking live.

You look up, right into the barrel of a gun.

A man you’ve never seen before stares down at you, sneering. As you watch, his hand tightens around the grip.

Ghost is nowhere in sight. He came back for you, but at what cost? He looked back to help you, to make sure you were still alive, and you were a fool for dropping your gun to reach for him.

The man above you squeezes the trigger.

Ghost’s name is the last thing on your lips.

[machveil]

Collective Writings - Simon “Ghost” Riley

Collective Writings navigation page - current tab, tab two

all posts concerning Lieutenant Simon “Ghost” Riley🌸✨ for fics 18+ please read content warnings (CW) - you come first! check the fic before you read it

Simon “Ghost” Riley:

Simon Riley is a hater - reblog + blurb

Simon Riley having cuteness aggression - blurb

Simon Riley - shadow boxing/play wrestling/gentle movements - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley being a menace - headcanon

Retired!TF141 owning dogs - blurb

Simon Riley - coloring his tattoos - Instagram link

Cerberus!Ghost - mini comic

Roommate!Simon Riley - tailing you/light sleeper/laundry/cash - headcanon

Dad!Simon Riley - plays/volunteers/helps/teary eyed - headcanon

Roommate!Simon Riley becomes your purse - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley - hobbies/safety/swaps shoes/trusts his team - headcanon

PlantDad!Simon Riley - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley - Pinterest/‘Missus’/tattoo/dog tags - headcanon

BestFriend!Simon Riley - looming/drapes his jacket/stares/sleeps over - headcanon

Simon Riley is just a guy - reblog + blurb

Simon “Ghost” Riley is a beer snob - blurb

CoD Headcanon: Parallel Play - headcanon

Husband!Simon Riley - chapstick/nail polish/go-to order - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley and Roommate!Johnny are a package deal - headcanon

Simon Riley listens to Chapelle Roan - reblog + hashtags

Simon Riley goes shopping with you - headcanon

Write for Simon Riley - mini comic

Simon Riley is low-key a brat - headcanon

Simon Riley plays Minecraft - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley is just a guy - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley is a man of action - fic

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley has reading glasses - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

Simon Riley can cook - headcanon

TF141 swimming - headcanon

Retired!Simon Riley - opens a butcher/works with Price/works with the local smithy - headcanon

Retired!Simon Riley - popular butcher/talks to locals/works with Retired!TF141 - headcanon

Domestic!Simon “Ghost” Riley Headcanons - headcanon

Simon Riley x Nerd!Reader - headcanon

Dancing in the Rain - headcanon

Kiss it Better - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley - civvies/suits/ties/flowers - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley - birth year and age - headcanon

Boyfriend!Simon Riley watches you read - headcanon

Thigh holster - blurb

Dry Texter - blurb

Vegas Wedding Bells - fic

Your birthday - headcanon

CoD Headcanon: Pokémon Teams - headcanon

Baker!Simon Riley - blurb

CoD Headcanon: Cop a Feel- headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley - rugby/baking - headcanon

Ghoap - checking pulses - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley deserves to relax - fic

Simon Riley - skeleton hand top - mini comic

Simon Riley becomes obsessive - fic

Simon Riley owns a fur ball - headcanon

GirlDad!Simon Riley - activities/brave/princess/playground - headcanon

GirlDad!Simon Riley plans daddy-daughter dates - headcanon

GirlDad!Simon Riley - voice messages his daughter - blurb

Simon Riley listens to asmr - blurb + YT videos

Simon Riley’s skin gets stained - blurb

Simon Riley x Reader - Reader picks up Simon’s accent - blurb

Simon Riley x Reader - Simon and Johnny fight over who’s accent is better - headcanon

Simon Riley x Reader - Simon picks up Reader’s accent - blurb

Simon “Ghost” Riley sleeps with you once - reblog + headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley telling jokes - blurb

Simon Riley - face to his chest/playful groping/tickling - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Piercing HCs with König and Simon Riley - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Simon “Ghost” Riley likes being gently manhandled - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

Simon Riley gets you sushi at 4am - headcanon

CoD Headcanon: Man vs Nature - headcanon

GirlDad!Simon Riley - snotty friend/talking/moderating/having a word - headcanon

Dad!Simon Riley - giving his child the childhood he never had - headcanon

Dad!Simon Riley - kid gets into a fight - headcanon

Simon “Ghost” Riley - taking photos - reblog + blurb

CoD Men: Associated Songs - blurb

(18+, mdni) Roommate!Simon Riley’s boxers - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

18+ Fics:

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley has reading glasses - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Simon Riley deserves to relax - fic

(18+, mdni) Piercing HCs with König and Simon Riley - headcanon

(18+, mdni) Simon “Ghost” Riley likes being gently manhandled - fic, fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Roommate!Simon Riley’s boxers - headcanon, fluff, nsfw under the cut

Fic Recommendations:

(18+, mdni) Simon “Ghost” Riley fics - fluff, nsfw below the cut

(18+, mdni) Simon “Ghost” Riley fics pt 2 - fluff, nsfw below the cut

thanks again to followers and friends for keeping up with my writing! CoD requests are always welcomed, please review this post before requesting🎀✨ giving you guys a big, fat kiss for being wonderful and I hope to see you around - either in my inbox or notifications<3

[justalittlelilac]

Literally on a new hyper-fixation and, damnit, sometimes we can't choose so here's a lil' Simon Riley x fem!reader who's a gamer fic, because the voices wouldn't let me live 'till I wrote it. Just fluffy fluff.

Reader referred to as: She/her, his girl, his woman. Based on my own character, but took out the names. Word count: 713 She's totally not playing Helldivers 2.

Simon opened the door to his and his partner's Manchester flat to a dark living room. This was odd to him because his woman had stayed behind while he met up with the guys for a drink down at the pub. She preferred to stay in during their leaves, and he honestly couldn't blame her. Hell, he would have as well, if it wasn't for Soap dragging him out. 

Still, though, she hadn't been answering his texts, and THAT was unlike her. Preferring face-to-face communication, Simon rarely sent electronic messages. Still, when he did, he would almost always receive an immediate reply from her. He hadn't thought much about it while out, but concern filled his gut now that he was in the dark flat.

For a moment, dark thoughts filled his mind of her being taken or worse. The memory of finding his own family dead fell over him like a cold sheet of ice. At the exact moment, he heard her yell, and he barreled down the hall to the closed door of their spare room. His hand practically trembled as he threw the door open, and light filled his vision.

"Mother fucker!" Simon heard her yell as his eyes adjusted to his surroundings. Once things came into focus, he let out a sigh of relief. There she was, sitting cross-legged in a computer chair with a headset on. She had already dressed for bed in one of his large black t's and underwear. Simon cocked his head, perplexed, watching as she leaned over her keyboard, fingers clacking and her mouse flicking from side to side. "Fuck, sorry guys, I need a revive." His presence wasn't even noticed by her; she was so focused. 

Simon approached her slowly, but it still didn't help. As soon as she caught him from the corner of her eye, she jumped and threw her headset to the keyboard, rising from her chair and going into fight mode. The sound of gunfire and "Walk" from Pantera blasted from the speakers, and Simon stifled a laugh. Once she realized it was him, she clutched her chest in relief and chuckled shakily. 

"Jesus, you scared me!" She grabbed her headset to speak. "Sorry guys, one sec," she said before putting them back down. He cocked an eyebrow at her.

"What are you doing?" he asked in amusement. Her eyes flicked to the screen and then back to him, and she tucked her tousled hair behind her ears. 

"Just playing some video games," she explained. Simon could hear the voices of others on the headphones, and he tilted his head again.

"With who?" 

"Just some people I know online," she shrugged. Simon wasn't online savvy. He never really had time to delve into that sort of thing, and maybe he was too old for it now.

"What're playing?" Simon was genuinely curious. He knew his woman liked video games, but he hadn't ever seen her play nor knew what she preferred. She was an absolute nerd regarding stuff like that, and you wouldn't know unless she told you. He thought it was fucking adorable. 

"Just a shooter, nothing crazy," she shrugged again, and he again cocked an eyebrow in interest.

"Don't you do enough shooting as it is?" He asked, and she laughed. 

"It's not like that!" She chuckled as she went to sit back down. No, no, she was supposed to be relaxing, not leave war to come home and play at it. 

"Nope, think you need a break," he grunted before scooping her up against his chest and moving to carry her. She laughed out loud, only playfully struggling against him.

"No, my teammates! They need me! I can't abandon them!" She called out, arms comedically outstretched towards the computer.

"Sure they'll be fine," he replied simply.

"'Least let me mute my mic!" She demanded loudly.

"Nope," he replied with his own graveled laugh, still carrying her to the bedroom, predicting if he let her go back into that room, she'd just start playing again, knowing her. She relented and just laughed along with it. Fuck, he loved leave, used to not, but he loved his woman enough that coming home to a dark flat could mean finding laughter and not terror. He couldn't thank her enough for that.

[aforestescape]

all of my works can be found here

they tend to be gender neutral but i'll write anything except cis woman reader

marked ⚠︎ for explicit

newest post: featuring simon ⚠︎

newest post: featuring johnny ⚠︎

newest post: featuring john

simon ‘ghost’ riley

demisexual!simon p1. p2. p3. p3.5.

teaser roommate!simon walking in on you masturbating ⚠︎

blurb reader overheats easily

black!reader simon helps you with your wash day

autistic!reader how simon helps you when you need stimulation ⚠︎

older boyfriend simon and younger reader ⚠︎

dating ghost vs dating simon

ramble biting simon's cock when you're cranky ⚠︎

ramble pathetic wet cat

trans!reader stalker/rapist ghost pays you a visit ⚠︎

kidnapper!simon and his content new pet

kidnapper!simon and his grateful pet ⚠︎

kidnapper!simon can't say no to his pet

assumed mole reader; the aftermath

blurb drunk night in and designated carpooler simon

late night with lover simon ⚠︎

ramble older boyfriend simon's autistic humor

baby trapping

comfort sex after a bad day ⚠︎

ma(le)sc!reader is there a missus riley?

konig

pervert!konig using your toy to get off ⚠︎

pervert!konig using his face ⚠︎

nerd!konig fingering you while gaming ⚠︎

pervert!konig and unplanned pregnancy ⚠︎

letting your loser friend use you in your sleep ⚠︎

long distance bf!konig and your new routine ⚠︎

johnny ‘soap’ mctavish

what a creep - johnny has cameras in your place ⚠︎

ramble johnny morning text ⚠︎

ramble t4t switch johnny and reader ⚠︎

ramble johnnys a mutt

roommate johnny who’s a bit of a whore

blurb? johnny pet play; character study ⚠︎

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick

kyle lending a hand while you’re on your period

teaser kyle letting his buddies use his bunny ⚠︎

kyle letting his buddies use his bunny ⚠︎

ramble the "perfect gentleman"

john ‘bravo six’ price

nothing important i just need that old man

john helping his love with an irregular cycle ⚠︎

autistic john price anyone?

simon and johnny

adorable. now give them both a boyfriend

prelude to prev where benefits start ⚠︎

collared johnny

marriage of connivence x best friend trope p1.

ramble simons mutt ⚠︎

ramble i'm actually not a soap fan but soapghost is!!

extras

ramble most likely to avoid serious relationships

ramble monster au ft kate and the boys

ramble 141 as ghosts/spirits

my tags are

posts under #aforestescape

rambles under #forestrambles

teasers under #aforestteaser

[girl-in-new-york]

Hello!!

get to know me !

she/her - pisces - movie + book nerd - shifter - writing as a hobby !

i’m kamryn, but i go by kam. I love reading and writing and would love to share that with people :)

rules and the fandoms i write for below:

Rules:

all kinds of people are welcome here, my only rules are that you are respectful and kind.

i write smut, fluff, angst, and i’ll usually will only write headcanons, blurbs, etc. not really full fics, seeing as i struggle writing about one thing for so long.

I am open to writing for fem, masc, ftm or mtf, and non gender specific readers, along with any other requests! (florist!reader, fem!reader, autistic!reader, etc).

Feel free to correct me or let me know if i have written something that is inaccurate or if i make any mistakes, but please be polite about it.

I do not write for: beastiality/anything romantic with animals, bodily fluids (other than blood, + cum), no feet kinks please, oc x reader, non con.

There will be others but feel free to request and if it makes me uncomfortable i will add it to the list and politely decline

I write for

Wolfbloods

• Rhydian Morris

• Maddy Smith

• Tom Okinawa

Teen Wolf

• Scott McCall

• Stiles Stilinski

• Derek Hale

• Allison Argent

• Lydia Martin

• Liam Dunbar

• Malia Tate

The Maze Runner

• Thomas

• Newt (only mlm)

• Gally

• Minho

• Frypan

• Brenda

• Teresa

Bridgerton

• Anthony Bridgerton

• Eloise Bridgerton

• Daphne Bridgerton

• Simon Basset

• Colin Bridgerton

• Theo Sharpe

• Benedict Bridgerton

Deadly Class

• Saya Kuroki

• Marcus Lopez

• Willie Lewis

• Maria Salazar

• Billy Bennet

• Petra

Marvel

• Pietro Maximoff

• Remy LeBeau

• Tony Stark

• Loki Laufeyson

• Natasha Romanoff

Scream

• Billy Loomis

• Tatum Riley

• Stu Macher

• Sidney Prescott

• Ethan Landry

• Amber Freeman

• Wes Hicks

• Sam Carpenter

• Mindy Meeks

• Chad Meeks

• Tara Carpenter

Extra

• Andrew Neiman (Whiplash)

• Mason Freeland (Thirteen— 2003)

• Dead Poets Society

• Harry Potter (canon and fanon characters like the slytherin boys or marauders era)

• OBX

• DC

• Criminal Minds

• COD

• Red Dead Redemption 2

• Sturniolo Brothers

I will be updating this list, but feel free to request any characters or fandoms you’d like me to write for and i’ll happily look into it!

I also am happy to write for celebrities! (Jack Champion, Evan Peters, Dylan O’brien, etc)

[girl-lostconnection]

Unsweetened Lemonade AU (part 4)

Part 3 || Part 5

Warnings: Punk!Ghost x Nerd!Reader, hints that reader is plus size, disturbing attraction, they are both traumatised your honour, biting as love language, unhealthy attraction

You are always with headphones in your ears, always somewhere deep inside your head — eyes slightly glassy as the tip of your shoe sways.

Back and forth. Back and forth. Back and forth.

Simon can hear faint thumping from your headphones but it’s not loud enough for him to be able to actually make out a melody.

He doesn’t notice when he starts straining his ears — trying to catch the melody by its tail, but it mostly feels like trying your hardest to remember the dream you forgot the moment your eyes open.

It slips through his fingers, agitating him further, short annoyed huff of air forcing its way out when your eyes finally flicker back to him.

You two don’t speak much, it still feels weird to converse freely with him.

It still feels awkward and you both just turn your heads other way ignoring the elephant in the room.

But this time you don’t just pretend not to notice anything, the same impulse that made you thrust your scarf in his hands now making you pull one headphone out and extend it to him.

You don’t say anything and Simon isn’t sure whether or not he should sneer at the offer because it’s awkward and it would mean he needs to move closer to you and is he sure it’s not pity and—

Thought makes him feel hot under the collar, uncomfortable heat coiling under his skin, setting his nerves on the edge. So he doesn’t think anymore.

Simon moves closer, chair making a sad grating creak when it gets moved too hastily.

You just carefully push the headphone in Simon’s ear (don’t mind that he could do it himself, he has hands after all, he absolutely could. But didn’t) and press “play”.

Melody fills Simon’s ear, thumping with energy, cording him in a vibrating spring, colours popping in his head when he leans in closer.

Simon is all awkward angles and long limbs and he’s too wide-too broad-too heavy.

But in the moment he feels so light. He feels pure absolute joy, his eyes flickering to you.

“Fucking ‘ell”, the exhale is almost reverent and it takes him a few moments and your widened eyes to realise that he’s smiling. “You ‘ave more?”

It takes him a few more moments when you smile back.

Fucking hell, indeed.

You just hum under your breath, pressed to him — shoulder to shoulder and knee to knee and elbow to elbow. All soft lines and soft flesh and warm body.

Simon wants to wrap himself into you, wants to sink his teeth in your hand and hold onto it so you wouldn’t be able to snatch it away.

Simon wants to find his way under your skin and bury himself there, feasting on tender insides and sleeping in a safe warmth of your ribcage. Forever fed and forever warm and forever belonging.

Simon is awkward angles and you are soft lines and heavy stares and rhythm that suddenly makes sense.

Simon makes it his routine from then on, body pressing into your side, eyes hungry for more as soon as you pull headphones out.

You don’t know what to make of his fascination with your music but it’s weirdly satisfying to see that perpetually brooding Simon Riley can grin like a mad lad, eyes crinkling in a way that makes you want to touch his face.

Just to feel these crinkles for yourself, to brand the way he smiles on the back of your eyelids.

You would never admit but Simon smiles and you feel like smiling back, like touching his face, like leaning in closer and always sharing your headphones with you.

Even if he doesn’t ask.

Simon doesn’t say anything but drapes his hand over the back of your chair, eyes dark and attentive — a guard dog, a feral mutt of a boy. He’s slowly herding you back in your corner again and again, hoping to cement the thought that it’s safety.

He’s safety. You can stay with him. You can be warm and soft so he’s never cold and never hungry.

He will make sure no one bothers you ever again.

Taglist: @figthoughts @pastelbabygirl19 @haven-1307 @viennakarma @themadamehydra-blog @squishytap

[loudblonde]

Whumptober day 2: Trust issues. Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male Reader

Warnings: Hurt no comfort

word count: 1,2K

Simon blew out smoke as he sat on the edge of the bed. The sound of water running was filling the silent motel room. Cigarette smoke curled through the air and dissipated into the stained ceiling.

Shame was a constant in his life. Shame, guilt, and sadness. All emotions with which he was too familiar. The loss of his family. His old team being wiped off the map. The death of new friends and now a mole. He could not trust anyone.

Simon let a hand go through his hair, his dirty blonde hair was growing too long, not that anyone saw under the mask. He would need a haircut soon. Simon would probably just do it himself.

His mind wandered to the Scott he was so familiar with, a man whom he had come to love. A man he could not trust anyone. Too many of the 141 classified files had been leaked from the servers. Laswell’s team of computer nerds could not find traces of someone within the system, so it had to have been someone on base.

His mind was reeling, going over every operative he knew, every personal he had seen around. Or it had been a visitor, someone’s family.

Maybe even management.

Price?

Laswell herself?

He hoped not.

He wanted it not to be.

It would be the second family he lost.

His mind spiralled and paranoia settled in.

Perhaps this was Roba again. If anyone could survive that, it would be a cockroach like him. Roba would surely want revenge. Surely. Or Roba had a kid, someone Simon missed. A brother perhaps? A sister? Lover? Male lover?

Simon felt a hand on his shoulder and grabbed the wrist attached, he pinned the person to the bed, his hand went for a hidden knife only to look at the man he was spending the night with. Someone in a similar business as him, another lone wolf. (Y/N), AKA Chip, a mercenary and assassin raised in the business.

The cigarette was burning on the carpet.

(Y/N) did not struggle against him, he just looked up at him amused. His skin was still damp from the shower. Little droplets of water had soaked into the bed. Simons shoulders were still tense as they, for just a moment, had a stare off. Simon was poised to kill.

“Simon, do you mind letting go of me?” (Y/N) asked. His tone had not been mocking or judgemental. Just a calmly stated question.

Simon got off him and ran another hand through his hair. “Sorry.” He huffed out, his voice gruff. He looked to the cigarette and huffed before picking it up and stepping on the embers that had gathered. He barely even noticed the slight burn from it.

“Rough week.” (Y/N) said as he slowly sat up. The hickeys on his neck were barely visible but Simon knew they were there, as he knew the bruises on (Y/N)’s hips, legs, and arms. Love bruises. “I get it… anything you want to talk about?”

Simon sat down numbly, his mind going a thousand miles an hour. “We have a mole.” He did not know why he shared that.

“Ah, yes, unfortunately that is a thing… want me to find who the leak may be?” (Y/N) asked.

Simon looked over. “That would be mixing pleasure and business.”

“You wouldn’t have to pay me.” (Y/N) said.

Simon shrugged. “I don’t think my boss would like that a lot…” he said.

(Y/N) chuckled. “Price? I don’t think he would mind me helping.” There was something in his voice. Not amusement, not joy…. Just a sense of knowing something that Simon did not, something (Y/N) was smug about.

“You know him or something?” Simon asked.

A slight smirk tugged on (Y/N)’s lips, the dimness of the room made it look wider then it was. “You could say that.” He said vaguely.

Simon rolled his eyes. “Brat.”

(Y/N) gasped. “Brat?” He asked with faux offence. He leaned against Simon. “I am not a brat.”

Simon gave him a look. “How do you know Price?”

“Well, I saw him at all my birthdays and every other Christmas.” (Y/N) said.

Birthdays and Christmas… sounded domestic. Like Price was- no…. “Price ya’ dad?”

(Y/N) nodded against him. “Yes, he is. I know, shocking, though when him and mum… well did the dirty tango, he was still young, just out of boot camp. Condom broke and well mum is religious, so she didn’t abort me not that she wanted. She raised a mini her.”

“A mini viper?” Simon asked amused. “God, that sounds dangerous.”

“Oh aye… you want my help?” He asked.

Simon nodded. “Alright… Sure.”

“Great, I will ask my resources, meanwhile you, good sir, will need a way to stop your thoughts from spiralling.” (Y/N) said before pulling Simon down for a cuddle. His arms wrapped around him.

Simon huffed out. “You are terrible” He rested against the pillow, his rough hands lazily went up and down the others back. Just the way Simon knew (Y/N) liked.

(Y/N) hummed in satisfaction. “Sleep well, Simon.” He said before slowly falling asleep. Simon watched (Y/N) chest rise and fall. His mind slowly wandered off as he too fell asleep.

When he woke, there was no sign of the other having even been there. (Y/N) was long gone. The bed had been cold for hours.

A week of paranoia went by, everyone was eating alone and sleeping with one eye open.

Simon was called into a meeting with Price and Laswell. “We found the leak.” Price gruff voice said.

Simon raised his eyebrow beneath the mask. “Leak and not a mole?”

Laswell nodded to a pin (Y/N) had given Simon. “Take it off, Ghost.”

He reached up and took it off before handing it over. His hands were trembling a bit as his mind went through the motions.

Laswell touched a device to it which beeped, she smashed the pin open which revealed a little device hidden inside. “Who gave you that pin?” She asked.

Simons eyes starred at the pin. A gift. Something he wore every damn day. A source of joy for him. A source of- no not love, not anymore. The pin left a bitter taste in his mind. “(Y/N) (L/N).”

“Chip, motherfucking Chip?” Price asked.

Simon nodded numbly. “Yeah… he was… a good friend. Clearly, he was using me.”

Simon felt dirty and ill. A man he had trusted enough to sleep besides. A man he had been underneath. Shown enough vulnerability to for him to tie him up. Simon barely got his mask off and barely even registered the bucket being given to him before he puked.

Betrayal.

Absolute betrayal.

He wretched his breakfast up and kept going until there was nothing left. He had been used. Like a whore. Like rubbish. (Y/N) had manipulated him.

Simons eyes closed as he willed the stinging tears away. His world was swimming around him. The smell of putrid stomach acid was burning his nose as the stomach acid itself was burning his mouth.

He looked to Price with broken eyes, hurt eyes. The older mans comforting eyes looked to him with pity.

Laswell handed him a glass and Simon washed his mouth, he leaned back and looked down. “I thought he loved me.” He whispered.