Who's your daddy? (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader)
Notes: fem reader! sfw mostly ,literally just me projecting onto the reader, reader is kind of a pervert drabble! This will be multi part if you guys want!! (WC:550)
Simon does his best to be as involved in his son's life while off deployment, with the little guy living with his uncle Soaps mom and sisters while his dads gone. It's always the little things he wishes his dad did when he was younger. His worst fear is being anything like his own father
This man is literally superdad, present at every PTA meeting he can be, makes cupcakes for the class on his son's birthday, every little league game, pick up and drop off, anything and everything he can do he will
His son will babble mindlessly about anything because well,, he's 4 that's what children do. So Simon doesn't process much of it as actual information, more like vague “hms” “that's nice' ' and “ah oh really?”. Now when his son started to repeatedly bring up this “Miss” Simon assumed that he’s made a friend at school which made him pretty happy since he never had many when he was younger. It sounded dumb but he just assumed Miss was short for Missy or whatever kid name
Casual asks of “How was school” being met with his boy saying “Miss gave me a sticker today” or “Miss made cookies today”. So you can imagine his surprise when he saw a random woman in the most lung collapsing sundress and cardigan holding his son looked at him and smiled while his son just waved and cheered.
Simon is guilty of occasionally being late for pick ups but usually his boy is inside safe in the lobby so seeing you holding him would be more stressful if he wasn't a tank of a man that could maim an entire army single handedly, especially when you were literally basking in sunlight holding his child in a flowy pink floral sundress with a crochet cardigan, I mean seriously don't you know its a crime to stop traffic
“Hi! Hi daddy! Miss waited with me for you, see!” Handing off the little guy to his dad you were also choking up, you became a teacher to help children learn not to ogle at their dads, but my god did it make up for your criminally low salary. The sight of a giant man in those loose worn out jeans, that tight white shirt stretched over his muscles bulging out of the fabric, and those eyes that look like they could melt you.
You could already feel the blush creeping off your neck and honestly you prayed to god with all your might that you could run back into your car, turn the AC on blast and fan whatever blush was on your face off. “You must be Mister Riley right? Hunter is a pleasure to have in class” You know what else would be a pleasure? Your di-
“Im sure he is” Oh fuck that accent you could practically feel your knees buckling just imagine how much better it would sound saying “You’re alright girl” all deep and gravelly while hes nibbling on your ear
Needless to say Simon started showing up to pickups more often and you slowly started wearing shorter sundresses.
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May I request something for fluff Friday?
Because it’s December! And it’s cold I was thinking maybe the reader teaching Hobie how to crochet? because I crochet and I think it would be cute if reader and Hobie made scarfs, gloves and beanies for the winter!
AHHHHHHH S'CUTE!! Thank you both for requesting. I hope you two don't mind me combining them since they're both similar. Have a happy holiday, lovelies!
Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader
Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, they have an army of cats and a symbiote cat. Symbiote cat au, Lovestruck! Hobie, FLUFF
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“And then you loop it around, and tada! You've made yourself a tiny scarf!” You let Hobie's hands go from when you were guiding his long fingers to finish his bright red and black scarf. He already laments the absence of your touch. “One down twenty more to go.”
Hobie turns to his side to face you fully, your smile blinds him for a second, he doesn't blame himself for what he does next.
“Thank you, lovie” he cups your face with urgency before the army of cats, especially the little devil spawn, gets wind of your little alone time in your shared bedroom. Peppering your face with hundreds of kisses, he makes sure no space of your skin is left unkissed.
Your giggles must've awoken the beasts because you hear soft mewls behind the door. The meowing turns into screaming then into panicked scratching.
“I think they've figured us out” you say in between laughs, good thing you're holding his shoulders or else you would've fallen off the bed from his barrage of wet kisses.
“They can't keep us apart!” Hobie's kisses hasten as you hear something slither under the door.
A black blob appears like a puddle, that puddle slowly solidifies into the most horrific thing ever: a cat. An alien cat that is unfathomably jealous of Hobie right now.
Symbiote cat or you so lovingly named, Blob, short for Blobius Cornelius Blobirington, who is currently hissing his way towards your intertwined forms. The village of cats outside continue to try and screech their way inside the bedroom.
“Bloby, no!” You yell frantically as the alien cat unhinges his jaw to open his maw, white pointy pearly whites greet Hobie as you try to stop Blob from eating your boyfriend.
Hobie puts himself in between you and the symbiote, “Try it! Let's see if you can even digest me”
“Hobie, don't rile him up! Here, baby!” You toss a ball of yarn as a last resort, which thankfully catches the alien’s attention.
Blobius Cornelius Blobirington follows the ball of yarn, the black spikes on his back smoothes out as he plays with the yarn.
“He started it.” Hobie narrows his eyes at the creature. Blob hisses back a response, baring all his teeth.
“Let's all calm down, please?” With your sweet words, both parties visibly calm down. Hobie relaxes his shoulders, while Blob returns to his ball of yarn. “We're all good?” You pause, eyes flitting from Hobie to the little symbiote who keeps an eye open for any more face attacking from Hobie. “Good, cat's out of the bag, I'm gonna open the door and show them their gift”
“We’re not done yet with the scarves though?”
“Oh, we'll continue that, maybe tonight?” You lower your voice, “okay?” Quickly smooching Hobie’s lips, he agrees with a knowing nod.
“Alright, but I'm putting down a door sealing strip so he doesn't interrupt”
You laugh, giving him one last kiss on his forehead as you stand up to collect the cats’ humongous gift. Hobie tries to grab your hand but Blob sees through his plans, he abandons the toy to stretch himself towards the bed, taking your spot with a large Cheshire grin.
“You little shit”
“I've got it!” their staring contest gets interrupted by your excited voice. “Can you open the door for me please?” Your sentence is muffled by the large knitted fabric in your hands.
Hobie opens the door with his web shooters and out goes a tsunami of cats, a blur of orange, black, brown and white furs stumble through the open door. Hobie jumps up from the bed, scooping an armful of cats in his arms. Meows of varying degrees of tone echoes out in the room while Blob sits comfortably and unbothered on your bed.
“Hello, yes, I know, sorry!” you weave through the crowd gathering at your feet. “Are you all ready for your present?”
Unfurling the fabric, you drape it on the floor while cats gather around it to either catch it mid air or to lay on the floor to let it flop on top of them. The cats play on the blanket, some avoid it, still apprehensive.
The colourful flower pattern catches Hobie's eye, he whistles out. “Bloody ‘ell, love. Did you make this on your own?”
“Yep! Took me half a year to finish. Do you like it?”
“It's fuckin' gorgeous! C’mere” Hobie raises his arms and out pours the cats who quickly land on their feet.
You carefully make your way towards him. You embrace him, his arms enveloping you in a tight hug. It's all part of your plan though, with one quick movement, you put the beanie on top of his head, he makes a sound from the back of his throat in surprise. With how speedy you put it on him, the beanie covered his eyes too.
“Whoops!” You laugh, carefully unfolding the hat to uncover his eyes. “There you are” beaming at him, you cup his jaw to lovingly rub at his growing stubble. “Now your head won't get cold on patrols. Does it fit okay?”
“Like a glove” he's all heart eyes, his hands staying on your waist. “Thank you”
“You're welcome,” you place a quick affectionate kiss on the corner of his lips “There's more by the way”
“Snogging or presents? ‘m good with either”
“Both” you say against his lips, before you meet though, you hear Blob hissing while climbing up Hobie's leg.
“Fuck! How?!” He yelps, thinking his spider senses have gone haywire under all the sickenly sweet fog of your kiss.
“Perfect, I've got something for you too!” taking the tiny beanie from your pajama pocket, you place it on the symbiote’s head, avoiding his sharp teeth. “Cute! Now you're matching!”
You take a step back to admire them both in their matching beanies. Grinning happily at your handiwork. Hobie glares at Blob who's still climbing up his leg with a sneer.
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I think I forgot to update on the backpack project, so here it is!
It's technically not finished yet, because I do plan on adding things still, and fixing some other stuff (for example, I'm not happy with the pockets and barely use them as they are), but it's in a stage where it's currently my main bag.
In time, I hope it can serve as a hiking backpack, and I think as it is right now it could work for a short overnight trip, but I plan on crocheting some add-ons I can add and remove easily.
And chest strap. I need a chest strap, but I haven't figured out what sort of buckle I will use. Just for aesthetic reasons I absolutely refuse to use plastic buckles, but side release buckle would be the most convenient and the safest too, but I'd need to order online and probably abroad, because I have hard time finding metal side release buckles in Finland. Especially ones that would fit the overall aesthetic (i.e. not silvery shiny. It needs to have some patina, new or fake). But I'm keeping an eye on the local army surplus store, because sometimes they get nice quality stuff like that, and it's often second hand too. And I do have a belt buckle I can use if nothing else comes up before I need the bag for a hike.
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