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reblog and make a wish! this was removed from tumbrl due to “violating one or more of Tumblr’s Community Guidelines”, but since my wish came true the first time, I’m putting it back. :)

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╰﹒ 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐒, 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 !

PAIRING: Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

OVERVIEW: Simon woke up to you sleeping far away from him in the bed so he pulls you back to him <//3

C/W: none just clingy simon missing u in his sleep (pure fluff) !!

W/C: 944 bubs

Simon shifted in his bed, feeling the empty coolness beside him. He reached out, wanting to feel your warmth, but his hand met nothing but empty sheets and bed covers.

"Love..?" He whispers faintly, his voice filled with a quiet desperation to find you.

Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Simon slowly opens them to find you there, on the other side of the bed, lying with your back turned to him.

He lets out a quiet chuckle at the position you're in, your legs flung out in a starfish, snoring the night away. It's a silly sight, but it cracks him up, and he can't help but chuckle softly.

"Baby..." Simon sleepily whines to himself, calling out to you. "C'mere.."

Simon gently moves closer to you, pulling on the sheets to free himself. You feel his arm encircle your waist as he pulls you towards his warm body, spooning you in his arms.

Your skin meets his, and the warmth from his body causes your heart to skip a beat. You feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest as he breathes, feeling peaceful and safe in his embrace.

As he holds you close, Simon's thoughts drift to you. He thinks about how soft he is for you, how you make him feel alive and whole, how he doesn't want to let go, ever.

You're his everything, his world, and he can't imagine life without you. He feels his heart swell with love for you, and the need to be close to you and hold you tight, to never let you go.

With you in his arms, Simon feels complete. He would do anything to keep you close, to love and cherish you every day for the rest of his life.

You're the love of his life, and he will never forget the moment he first held you close, feeling your heart beat against his own, and knowing that he had found his soulmate.

As he holds you close, Simon's body moves instinctively, nuzzling his face in your neck, wanting to feel your warmth, to be closer to you. He wraps his arms around you tighter, unable to bear the thought of ever being apart from you again.

The warmth coming from his body slowly roused you from your slumber, your eyes fluttering open as Simon's arms tightened around your waist. You could feel his heart pounding against your back, beating in time with yours, and your heart skipped a beat in response.

"Simon?" You called out to him, voice still slightly hoarse from sleep, and you could hear the smile in his voice as he responded.

"I'm here, love," he whispered, his voice low and full of love, and you could feel his body pressing up to yours, wrapping around you like a warm blanket. His hands softly carressing your waist and hips. You felt his breath upon your neck, his heart beating in yours, and you felt a deep sense of peace wash over you.

"I love you," he whispered, almost inaudible.

As his arms wrapped around you, you felt a rush of warmth and comfort wash over you. His voice was low and gentle, and you could feel the love and intensity in every word.

You loved him more with each passing moment; each time he held you, each time he told you how much he loved you, and each time you felt his heart beating against yours.

"I love you, too, Simon," you whispered back, further relaxing into his embrace as you pecked his bicep that was hugging you close by your shoulders.

You could feel the love and intensity in every part of his body, from the warmth of his breath against your neck to the way his heart beat in time with yours. You knew that you would always be by his side, loving him and cherishing him for all eternity.

As you drifted back to sleep, his arms wrapped around you tightly, unwilling to let you go and wishing to always be this close. You could feel the love in every part of his body, and you knew that this was the love that could never be broken.

Simon pressed a gentle kiss to the nape of your neck, his breath warm and soothing against your skin, and you felt a pang of love and comfort wash over you.

His arms wrapped around you tightly, unwilling to let you go even for a moment, and he held you against him, feeling your heartbeat against his chest.

"Goodnight, love," he whispered, his voice low and filled with all the love he felt for you as he cuddled you close.

"G'night..." you sighed dreamily and closed your eyes.

As you drifted off to sleep, with your head resting against his chest, Simon couldn't help the rush of affection for you. He knew that you were the love of his life, that he would do anything for you, and that he couldn't imagine a future without you by his side.

Holding you close to him, he felt your heart beating slowly and regularly against his chest, and he felt a deep sense of peace wash over him. Every fiber of his being told him that he loved you, that you were everything he had ever wanted in life, and that he would always be there to protect you, to love you, and to cherish you.

He whispers your name softly, almost inaudible, as he drifted off to sleep, holding you tightly in his embrace. The love and intensity in his voice, in his touch, and in his eyes, was overwhelming, and he knew that you felt it too.

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Que Bendición (18+)

A “short” Alejandro Vargas x f!reader smut

I did it, this is for you Chikis @lilchickie a tasty spicy Alejandro Drabble just for you 💖

Sorta based off of my fic, sorta not? Take it how you will. 💞 this wasn’t proofread or anything, I’m actually half asleep as I wrote it it’s not perfect but I did my best.

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“So, when will the party end?” You asked, referring to the out door get together of Vaqueros, Shadows and your team. The hour was late, very late, and sleep was all you were craving at the moment.

“Eh, not sure. Trust me, this isn't the first time my men have stayed up all night.” Alejandro chuckles towards the end of his sentence. “Sleep is sometimes the least of our concerns.”

He watched your smile grow a little more, faltering once he stopped in front of your door. This was it, the end of your little walk towards your private room.

You smiled at him again, clutching your flan cup close in hand. It was a sweet gesture for him to save the last for you, it was so kind of him to do all of this for you. You wouldn’t forget it any time soon. “Thank you, Ale. For everything.”

He nodded once, sharing in with a solemn, comfortable smile, his deep brown eyes always remaining so gentle and kind towards you. He leaned closer, pressing a soft kiss to your unscarred cheek, his beard lightly scratching your skin.

“Have a good night, Princesa.” He murmured to you, sharing a final smile as you opened your door, proceeding to turn away once you stepped inside.

“Wait.” You called out to him, quickly setting your dessert down on the table, catching him turning his head just as yours peeked through the door. You looked at him with concern, almost questioning if he would be okay after how much he drank. Six shots was nothing to him, he’s had much stronger drinks, and dealt stronger hangovers.

Alejandro had no idea what came over you as you approached, showing him a small, shy smile before leaning closer, planting your own kiss against his left cheek. The soft, sweet gesture made his alcohol flushed cheeks burn more than before, a wave of adrenaline amplifying his heartbeat.

A small chuckle left his lips. “What was that for, princesa?”

“Just.. me showing I meant what I said.” You shrugged, unable to fight the flush on your own cheeks. “Really. I appreciate everything you’ve done, Alejandro.”

Have you always been this sweet? Not just your attitude, but your aura, your demeanor? The honesty in those eyes, the truth that spilled from those pretty lips? Those pretty lips he couldn’t stop staring at from the first moment he saw your face.

Those lips. Alejandro couldn’t stop his attention from flicking from your lips to your eyes. You were standing quite close still, and despite his scruff, the feeling of your lips felt so good against his warm skin.

The colonel knew he was getting a little closer, shifting one footstep further, but there was hesitance. Please hold your hands out to press him away, please don’t let him lean just a little closer to your level.

You didn’t stop him. You came just a little closer, lulled into those dark brown eyes and handsome expression: love struck, tipsy, but aware nonetheless. Your expressed permission was just enough for his lips to gently meet yours, the nervous, featherlight contact that quickly grew firm, exhaling a soft breath through your nose as he grew more confident in the kiss.

You were sweet, you were so sweet, like fresh fruits swimming in sangria. Your lips were just as soft as kissing roses with morning dew clinging to the petals.

His hands found hold on your hips, a position he had held before when he danced with you earlier. Your hands settled around his arms, where they used to be as you clung to him in the risky movements of bachata.

Was this sudden? Of course. Was it unspoken, scarlet thought emotions between you two melding together into something fierce and sinful? Absolutely.

Alejandro pulled back first, an action he instantly regretted doing too soon.,

Was it the alcohol talking? He was aware enough to understand he had kissed you, but what was it in his system that made him want to do it again?

Please reject him, please hit him across the face right now and tell him to leave. No, don’t look at him with those gorgeous little eyes, don’t amplify the spell much more than you already have.

Your eyes said otherwise, your lids shadowing over your eyes, pupils expanding with wild emotions after what had occurred. You just kissed the Colonel, a man that smelled of crushed cloves and leather and tasted like tequila and cinnamon, right in the middle of the barracks hallway.

There was no way this was going to end in a simple good night, was it?

Your nails dug into his back, dragging deep marks down his back through his black long sleeve, making him hiss against your neck.

Your head settled back against the wall in your room, your moans echoing straight towards the ceiling. Your skin was burning, your nerves left your hands jittery and trembling, all results from the Colonel keeping you secure against the wall moments after you had lured him in and shut your door, barely tugging off the most important pieces of clothing before shoving himself deep inside you.

His hand braced against the wall by your head, the other settling against the bulk of your hip. You clung to him for stability, dropping your head against against his shoulder as your walls clenched around his thick cock, relentlessly pounding deep into you, bruising your sweet spot deliciously.

“Mi princesa, tan hermosa,” Alejandro grunted into your ear through quick, deep breaths, feeding off your loud whines as he bucked into you harder.

Moving his hand away from the wall, he clutched your hips harder, shifting you further up against the wall, readjusting your legs around his waist. He didn’t let up once, fucking into you with newfound purpose, planting harsh kiss after kiss against your neck.

On quick occasion, Alejandro would lean his head downwards to take one of your breasts in his mouth, his facial hair tickling your skin as he nipped and sucked at your nipples, drawing out more of those sweet siren whines.

His name fell so sweetly from his lips, whether in cut off cries or drawn out moans. Your hand found purchase behind his head, tugging on his tufts of dark hair, yanking when his lips sucked a little too hard, promising a generous bruise as his mark.

Kissing up to your cheek, he kissed you again, running his tongue along yours before taking your bottom lip in his teeth, grunting in amusement at your breathless whines.

He was trapped here now, no longer as a Colonel, but as a man starved for you, for all of you.

He refused to leave this room until your skin was marked or bitten, and until you were well satisfied.

You were over his lap now, every article of clothing gone, the man sprawled along the surface of your bed, his nails digging into your hips as you bounced on his cock, your sweet juices coating the entire length of him, making the zipper of his pants glisten.

Alejandro wondered if you thought of him late at night on these very sheets, burying your fingers into your own little cunt, whimpering out his name out into the darkness until you reached satisfaction. Oh, how he’d love to tell you about the times he’s thought of you, with your constricting uniform revealing so much of your natural body to him, leaving him distracted in his thoughts a little too often.

Your sweet scent, your incredible taste, the feel of your perfect pussy squeezing his cock. He couldn’t get enough, he never wanted to.

He grunted these things in your ear as you rode him, sitting up with am arm around your back, clutching you close as he muttered to you about how beautiful you danced against him, picturing how you’d look in such a tight dress, only lasting for a while until he tore it off of you. He many times he’d wished he could take you on the spot then and there, regardless of who watched.

While saying these things, he rolled your clit with his calloused thumb, the harsh constant making you arch your back and squeeze around him tighter, moaning right against his lips as an orgasm threatened to claim you then and there.

“That’s it, mi reina,” He muttered against your lips, looking into your pretty, tear filled eyes. “I feel it, preciosa. Let it go, let me feel it. Come on, come on me-“

He paused once you did, feeling the constriction along with your high pitched cries, your head lowering as your hips trembled in his hands. Your sweet juices drenched his cock as he groaned along with you, sharing in your pleasure before he could reach his own.

Your hips rocked so slowly in his lap as you rode it out, slowly wincing with his slow thumb torturously continuing his actions on your swollen nub. He lifted his glistening thumb to his mouth, watching your eyes stay attached to his lips as he sucked off your sweet honey, growling at your taste.

“Te miras tan bonita, Y/n.” Alejandro whispered before kissing you, bracing both his hands along your back before shifting around, settling you to lay against the mattress.

The sweat that gathered along his chiseled chest, dampening his hair as it fell from its slick back appearance, hanging in tufts over his face. His groans, the way his chest would swell before releasing such divine, ravenous growls into the side of your neck or the shell of your ear.

He felt himself so close already, slightly surprised himself that he’s been able to stand it this long. You felt so amazing, your soft arms clinging to every part of his body that you wished, scratching every ounce of dark skin you desired. The stings made him grow louder, driving into you harder, his drenched balls slapping harshly against your drenched pussy.

“Quédate conmigo.” Alejandro grunted out, feeling himself getting closer and closer, fueled by his ever growing love for you.

Stay with him, let him make you happy here in his home. Let him make you his, his bride, his wife. Let him make you a home, let him share the joy in creating a family with you.

This had to be the alcohol from talking. It had to, but no other woman in his life has ever want to make him commit to so much in so little time. The more he looked down at your face, at your kiss bruised lips, love blushed cheeks, and tear filled eyes of pleasure, he knew what he spoke was absolute truth.

Let your beautiful face never be shrouded in sadness or sorrow, he wanted you to be as happy as you could ever be, here, with him.

“Por favor,” He settled his forehead against yours, slowing the rock of his hips, staring deep into those divine eyes, the ones that cast this violent spell on him from the second he saw you exit the plane.

“Quédate conmigo, mi reina. Let me make you happy here, let me give you what you deserve. Anything you want, an’ it’s yours. Please.”

Tears further trailed down your cheeks, Alejandro’s sudden beautiful promises overwhelming your ears and heart. His fingers wiped away those tears, cradling your face in his hands as he shielded you with his body from all the troubles of the world. He was no Colonel, and you weren’t a Sergeant. It was just a man, proclaiming his wild love for you in the most jaw dropping way possible.

You pulled him into a kiss, hot and heavy and passionate. Your legs further braced around his waist, encouraging him to drive himself deeper, hoping to meet him towards the end. Alejandro grew more vocal as he came closer, feral like a protective beast, as if the promised climb to euphoria brought him so much pain.

He hissed through his teeth against your neck as his shoulders trembled under your hands, his thrusts practically bruising as he came, filling you with his potent, hot cum. Your cunt cried around his cock, constricting him like a vice, refusing to let a single drop leave as you clung to his broad, muscular body like a savior, like your only saint.

Your final whines and cries sounded like divine music in his ears, a hopeful promise to hearing much more of your sweet songs in the future. The idea of it now, during early mornings as the sun rose, or late nights with only the moon and stars as their witnesses, it was almost too good to be true, but it was something he wasn’t going to force on you if you didn’t want it.

He dared not to speak further, quietly catching his breath with his head braced against your shoulder, massaging the skin of your finger bruised hips in his hands as he patiently awaited your answer.

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weoooon nunca pensé q iba a encontrar a alguien de chile aquí !!! y q le gustara ghost además q bacan <3 yyy nada q tengas lindo día !!

Wenaaaa Po Ctmmm 💕💕💕💕 KEHSHSHSH saludo clásico chileno. 💕 Jshshshs que rico encontrarse gente de la patria x estos lares 💕 gracias x tu mensajito 😭💕

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I always feel so lonely on sunday

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König x Lena

This is the 3rd time I have tried posting this. Tumblr has just been eating my posts as of late.

Also if enough people show interest I might do bios for her and Hawk at some point 👀

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Well here’s a reupload of the Konig and my oc Lena. It got hit with a community label which is basically is a shadow ban. I honestly didn’t think it was that bad (considering some of my other posts but…).

Enjoy the full versions under the cut

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König is her goodest bestest boy ever 😊

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Ok hear me out;

Ghost + voice kink but we uno reverse that shit and he’s got a kink for your voice

Here me out pt 2; in the reboot it’s established that Ghost prefers solo missions. Mayhaps he’s got some military overwatch thing where someone’s at base observing via imaging, cameras, etc, and acting as an extra pair of eyes and ears. Reader digs him out of a shit situation and he’s like “cheers love I owe you a drink”

He’s got no idea what you look like, and of course you know his get up so when you see him in a bar you mind your business- the behind the scene workers don’t usually intermingle with the soldiers too much, and you thought it was just a show of appreciation and therefore have zero intention of hitting him up for that offer.

Until you go to the bar and order yourself one, and all you hear behind you is “I’d recognize that voice anywhere- told you I owed you a drink.”

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My heart melted this is so beautiful 😭💕

Broken Printer | Simon "Ghost" Riley x Fem!Reader

Simon "Ghost" Riley Masterlist here

Authors note: Horrendously, Atrociously love sick, down bad, head over heals in love  Simon will always be my favourite idc.  

Synopsis: Ghosts head over heels in love with Kate Laswells new assistant. Like the love sick dork he is, all of a sudden paperwork and printing random stuff on the office printer even though he has is own becomes his favourite pass time. After finally getting some alone time with you, Neil, a arrogant navy seal, steals your attention. in a frantic attempt to make you his, Simon pours his heart out in hopes you will understand how in love with you he is.

Trigger Warnings: alcohol, cigarettes, mention of panic attack, love confession

Pronouns: she/her/hers

Word count: 6.5k

Genre: Fluffy love confession

Laswells assistant was gorgeous. There was no other way to describe it. 

You were elegant and intelligent. Confident and friendly as well as being the hands down sweetest person to ever walk the planet probably. 

That’s what Ghost thought at least. 

He met a lot of people while working in the military. People could be friendly and nice, but to meet someone that had a heart made of pure gold? He hadn’t met a soul until you came along. 

You were good friends with 141. Kate worked extensively with Price meaning you always tagged along with the team to help give briefings, wave them goodbye on the tarmac and most importantly waving them hello when they got back, waving Ghost hello. 

Ghost lived for coming home. He never thought he would say that. Getting off the plane and seeing Shepherd, Kate and you all standing there, awaiting there arrival, with a smile on your face and the cute little wave you gave them while they were walking towards everyone made his stomach do summersaults. 

Everyone had the hots for you. You worked across the board with pretty much every Taskforce regarding mission prep and general paperwork, everyone knew who you were and nobody had a bad word to say about you. You were just lovely. 

You were nice to everyone, an absolute angel, but the relationship you had with Ghost was special. The both of you would brush it off and say its friendly. It was. Nothing more, nothing less. 

Soap, the little bastard, would say the complete opposite. He would pick on Ghost all the time for his “friendship” with you. Referring to you as “his lass” whenever it was just the two of them and throwing eyebrow raises and side eyes whenever you were in the same room. It drove Simon crazy. 

Simon may or may not have a school boy crush on you. It just took him a really, really long time to figure it out. 

When the realisation hit him he was so unbelievably embarrassed. Not of you, of himself. 

It became a lot harder for him to treat you the same now he knew he had growing feelings for you. Every look, every smile hit him so much deeper. He wanted to kiss you and hold you, he wanted you to lay your head on his chest while he combed through your hair and told you about his day. He wanted to make love to you and only you. Nobody else could hold his attention anymore, not the drunk girls at the bar or the young lady at reception. It was you. It had always been you. 

He tried to play it cool and act like nothing had changed. He was still trying to figure out how to navigate his feelings. He didn't want things to change, but with each passing day it only became more complex. 

There wasn’t a lot of time were it was just the two of you. It wasn’t uncommon you got time alone, but it was nowhere never enough for his liking. So like the very smart man he is, he created a plan. 

His office. He spent hours there sifting through reports and paperwork. He hated it but he could use it to his advantage. 

You held everyones mission files, it was their responsibility to report to your office and retrieve their paperwork, as well as being filled in on any extra documents they needed to sign. 

So instead of trudging down to your office area you shared with your other colleagues, he laid back in his office chair with a cigarette and glass of bourbon, blankly staring at the four walls covered in medals and achievements waiting for your arrival. 

Just as he suspected, exactly seven minutes after the last Lieutenant would have picked up their paperwork and been given the normal spiel from you, came a light knocking at his door. 

He knew it was you. Not a soul would dare to disrupt him when he was in this office with his door closed. So with a smile under his balaclava he did his best impression of a stern “Yes”

His plan had worked. The door slightly cracked open and you apprehensively stepped inside with his file clenched to your chest. With a quiet click you closed the door behind you. 

“Hey Si” you whispered trying not to disturb the calm atmosphere he seemed to have created for himself. You looked so guilty, it made his heart drop. 

One thing he noticed after coming to terms with his feelings for you was his determination to make you as happy as possible. He wanted to give you the world. Anything you asked for, he would give it to you on a silver platter, seeing you scared and guilty for “disrupting” him made an uncomfortability swirl inside of him, he never wanted to be the reason for you to feel that way. 

“Sweetheart, there you are! Where have you been all day, aye?” Your face softened with his words and it made that new, yet addictive feeling of compassion roll over him. 

“Just busy with some stuff for Graves Shadows. They had a few casualties” Your still quiet but not in a timid  way, more of a thoughtful, understanding way. You moved closer to Ghost until you were standing in front of him on the opposite side of his desk.

“I’m sorry love, tough work that” He hated Graves, he could even say he was happy his team had taken a blow, but you having to deal with the paperwork and families? That was tough. Writing out KIA reports for soldiers that were sometimes younger then you were wasn’t a nice feeling. 

“It’s okay, it’s all done now.” You were fiddling with his file and swaying back and forth. You were adorable. Never in Simons life had he thought he could care about someone with his whole heart, yet here he was.  

“Why don’t you come around here and show me what you got baby?” Simons not a gentle man but when it came to you, he could be the most gentle creature on the planet. 

With a swift motion, You move around his desk and stand right next to his office chair. Quickly picking you up he places you on his lap. His large frame completely towering over yours. 

Placing his file on the desk in front of the both of you, he rests his head on your shoulder while wrapping his arms around your torso, it felt domestic, almost as if this was his home office in a house the both of you shared. 

“You didn’t pick up your file” you say tilting your head so you could look into his eyes. Simons mask is pulled over his lips, he takes the last draw of his cigarette and puts it out in the glass ashtray. 

“Must of forgotten” He placed a kiss on your neck. “I’m sorry” he mumbles into your skin. 

“It’s okay, I don’t mind bringing it up to you” Your words come out strained. You and Simon didn't have a sexual relationship. It was purely “platonic”. You hadn’t kissed properly yet, only small kisses to the cheek and on rare occasions, he would kiss you on the neck.  It was normal for the two of you. completely friendly. 

“Good. Why don’t you show me what you got?” He says laying his chin on your shoulder. 

“Nothing interesting. Just a mission report and a couple injury documents you have to sign” 

He kept you there way longer then he should have. Making you giggle and squirm at his ridiculous jokes and stories. 

It wasn’t until Kate buzzed your phone asking where you were did you jump off his lap and head off to whatever meeting you needed to attend. 

Once you closed his door he let out a large sigh. He needed more time with you. A couple hours here and there simply wasn’t enough. 

Lighting another cigarette and letting smoke fill the room, he thought long and hard about how he could get you in the same room as him with no one around. 

Could he just ask you out on a date? Maybe. But there was still a slim chance in his mind that you didn’t feel the same. Maybe it was just his own anxieties and insecurities playing up but to him, there was just not enough evidence that showed you were that into him. He needed more clarity. 

He sighed, he didn’t have anything. Not even an inkling of an idea. 

Out the corner of his eye there was an annoying, infuriating flashing that would not stop. With each flash the more anger rose in his chest. 

Finally having enough, Simon stubbed out his cigarette, stood up and walked to the source of blood boiling angry. 

It was his printer. His stupid printer was out of ink again. With a huff, he marched over to his door. Annoyance building up slowly. 

Just before he could reach for the handle. It hit him. 

The printer. 

There was a community printer in the joint staff room near your office. Every night after everyone went home you used the printer to photocopy files that needed to be duplicated. You did this to insure you got the printer to yourself. SO, if he just happened to be in the staff room a couple minutes before you actually arrived then he would get to be alone with you once again. 

He even had a backstory, if you asked him why he was there, he could complain that his printer wasn’t working and that he needed to photocopy papers as well. 

Running back to his desk, he opened the bottom draw grabbing a pile of old files that he could “photocopy” to solidify his story. 

Smiling at himself, Simon sat back down at his desk making sure to check the clock every so often so he could time his arrival perfectly. 

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It was 5:51pm. Simon grabbed his papers, brushed off his tight black t-shirt of any cigarette ash and sprayed some old cologne Price gifted him years ago that he kept in a draw on his neck. If he left now it would take seven minutes to get to the office printer giving him one minute to act busy until you came along. 

Walking down the hall there was a nervousness sitting in his stomach. Not the same type of nervousness that he got before missions, more of a giddy kind. A nervousness that made him smile to himself. It was something he had never felt before.

He made it to the office faster then anticipated. He hadn’t been in here for years. It was still outdated, the walls still coloured a faded mustard yellow with dusty lime green skirting boards. 

Ghost walked over to the printer, punching in his ID and placing his papers one by one in the photocopier. Simons senses were all elevated, any sound of passing people had him looking over his shoulder to the entrance. 

It felt like he was acting in a film, trying to play it as cool as possible, but his paranoia was getting the best of him. What if you could tell he had planned this? Was he being to stiff? Maybe it would be better if he made it look like he was leaving and then bumped into you rather then acting like he just got here. 

While he was caught up in his head thinking about the worst case scenarios, he didn’t notice that he had typed 50 copies into the printer instead of 5. Before he knew it, he was in the process of copping 50 pages of his payslip from 2015. 

“Shit” he mumbled as he tried to undo the mess he was making, but before he could figure it out your sweet voice interrupted him. 

“Simon!” You sounded absolutely thrilled to see him, Ghost turned around and locked eyes with you. God, he loved seeing you like this, hair a little messy from the long day, handbag over your shoulder, blouse not tucked in all the way. It was heaven. He liked to imagine that’s what you looked like coming home from work and him being there to greet you with a kiss and a tight hug. 

Leaning against the large printer, he tried not to be concerned about the mass amount of paper he was wasting.

“Lovie! What are you doin here? Shouldn’t you be getting home at this time of night?” You looked at him with the sweetest eyes and a soft hum that made his body relax. Sometimes, this is what Simon thought being a man really was. Not fighting in wars and shooting guns, it was caring and protecting a women through and through with everything you had. Watching as your tired body swayed across the room closer to him solidify that. Your presence made him more worthy then any of his work did. 

“Not yet, just have to photocopy some documents so they can be sent out” Simon instinctively held his hands out guiding you towards him. 

“That’s no good sweetheart” he whispered into your hair as he held you. “I’ll be done in a jiffy, yeah? Then the printers all yours”

Looking up from his chest you giggled at him 

“What are you printing? I thought you had your own printer?” 

Simon new this was coming but his voice still came out frantic “Oh nothing, just some boring stuff you know? My printer is giving me the shits, wouldn’t stop blinking and what not” Looking at him funny, you slowly move away from him, collecting the small piles of papers that were slowly starting to stack themselves. 

Taking a glance at Simon, you could tell something was off. Slowly sifting through each page, a smile spreads across your face. 

“Why are you printing coppices amounts of copies of your payslip from 2015?” Even with his balaclava you could see his face turn a deep shade of red and his body go stiff

“Tax return. They’re for my, um…. accountant.” Simon new he’d been caught red handed. Realistically, there weren’t many people who knew you stayed after-hours to get some extra work done. Laswell and himself, that probably concluded the list.  The more he thought about it. You probably new the second you saw him in here. 

Gently handing the pages to Simon you giggle to yourself 

“I was thinking of grabbing a drink before I headed home for the week, wouldn’t mind some company if your not already busy?” Simon felt like his body was on fire. He was tingling from the bottom of his toes all the way to the top of his head. You could read him without him having to say a word. You were the first person to actually see him. He was transparent when you came around. 

The years of building up walls and carefully building a dark, unsettling persona to keep everyone out simply wasn’t there with you. He wasn’t “Ghost” in this moment, he wasn’t even a “lieutenant”, he was Simon Riley. A simple man born and raised in Manchester that loved watching the footy and collecting weird intricate animal skulls. Simon Riley that longed for a wife, children, a family dog and a picket fence houses. He was a human. 

“Yeah sugar, I would like that”

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The walk to the bar together was pleasant. The sky was really putting on a show as the clouds swirled around each other and the stars littered the sky like freckles.

This wasn’t an offical date by any means, but it was the first time the two of you hung out outside of a professional setting. It made Simon happy knowing that nobody could interrupt your time together and he truly had you all to himself. 

The bar was unusually quite for a Friday night, or maybe you had gotten there just before the night time rush. Whatever the reason, it didn’t matter. 

Entering the dive bar, like the gentlemen he was, Simon held the door for you and led you to an open booth, his hand on your lower back the entire time. 

Conversation flowed as smooth as ever, not being in a work environment made the both of you more open, the more the each of you drank, the more the conversation grew deeper and more intermit. 

Maybe it was the alcohol in his system but in this exact second. He realised he was in love with you. 

Simon new he had feelings for you, new that he definitely had a growing care for you, but he never quite pinpointed it as love. He had a love for you, but he didn’t think he was in love. 

He would never of guessed love felt this good, this warm, this natural. It felt like his whole reason for existing was to love and provide for you. From this moment forward he swore on his mothers grave that he would be a better man for you, a kinder man, a more compassionate man, a softer man. Whatever you needed him to be, he would find a way to be it. 

A couple days before Tommy’s wedding, the brothers were sitting around a makeshift fire pit having a drink and just enjoying each others company when Tommy turned to him and said 

“You know Simon, it will be you’re turn someday” his statement puzzled him profusely. His turn for what?

“What do ya mean by that?” Tommy softened his gaze turning back to the fire 

“Your turn to fall in love. Get married, have kids, raise a family, all that stuff.” Simon chuckled to himself digging his shoe deeper into the muddy trampled grass underneath him.  

“Not me mate” he didn’t know what to say to Tom in that moment, it was probably because to him, at that point in his life, he didn’t feel worthy of such thing. 

“Trust me, you will. She’ll be kind and beautiful, make all that dark stuff you got going on in your head go away. Make time for you, make you a better man then dad ever was. You will, you just got to wait it out yeah?” 

“I’ll keep it in mind Tom” he rasped as he gave his little brother a teasing shove almost making him fall off his fold out chair. 

It wasn’t till now did his brothers words finally click. He was right. The stupid bastard was right all these years later. 

Just as Simon was about to open his mouth a shadow appeared out the corner of his eye, looking over he saw a skinny man in a navy seal uniform approach the booth. 

“There she is! My favourite paper girl! What are you doing in a place like this honey?” He had a thick American accent that drove him up the wall and a stupid thick moustache on the top of his lip. His appearance annoyed him enough, but the way his perverted eyes roamed over your body like you were a piece of meat almost had him out of his seat and his hands around his neck. 

“Neil, hey. Just unwinding after a long week” Simon could tell that you were embarrassed, your once relaxed posture was now stiff and awkward. Your radiant smile had subsided and became an awkward thin line. 

This “Neil” guy had the nerve to walk up and ruin what was a perfect moment. 

“And who’s the big guy over here? Would hate for you to be running around with other men behind my back” so much about the sentence made Simons blood boil. The way Neil’s crooked teeth smiled in an obvious attempt to flirt with you, his back faced towards him trying to get in your line of view. 

What made Ghost even more uncomfortable was the idea that you had some sort of relationship with the man. What did he mean running around with other men? Were you with him? Had you been on a date with him? Did you treat the smug bastard the same way you treated him? 

It wasn’t till Neils next sentence did he feel himself go cold again. 

“When’s that next date you promised me?” That was all Simon had to hear before he got up and quickly disappeared from the bar. 

It was pouring rain now, not wanting to get wet, he stood under the wooded covering of the bars entrance and lent against the cold brick wall. There was nobody around, he felt like sinking in on himself, curl up into a little ball and disappearing forever. His balaclava felt stuffy and for the first time in years, his eyes started to sting. 

In a fit of frustration, he pulled off the covering and stuffed it in his pocket, reaching for a cigarette to calm himself. 

Looking up at the sky, he let out a long sigh and closed his eyes. He wanted to tell you. He wanted to pour his heart out in waves and completely drown you in love but it felt so stupid now. 

He would give up the world for you, he would die for just one more tender moment and he would kill just to see you smile. He would do all those things, but he couldn’t give you his heart. 

“Just like dad” was the only thing occupying his mind. “look at you, you’re just like your farther” he felt his chest tighten and breath quicken slowly losing himself to a panic attack until a soft voice filled the once empty space. 

“Simon?” He new that voice like that back of his hand. He lived for that voice. It was you. 

He didn’t have his balaclava on but something in him completely took over. The conversation with Tommy echoed through his head a hundred miles per hour. Every tender moment with you flashed before his eyes. Before he could stop himself, he finally turned around so you were no longer looking at his back. 

He was as vulnerable as ever. He couldn’t hide anymore. 

You completely melted when you finally saw him. Your Simon. He was more beautiful then you ever imagined. Every part of him was perfect. The scars denting his face and messy hair. Crooked nose and thin lips. 

You didn’t move until his face relaxed. You’re facial expression must of said everything you were thinking. You could feel the stars in your eyes. Slowly starting to walk towards him you could see the cocktail of emotions he was circling through. 

“Are you okay?” He didn’t respond, standing still watching you approach him. You finally stopped when the tip of your shoes were touching his. 

Simon averted his gaze from yours, mumbling something under his breath. You couldn’t hear him. His deep voice shielding his words 

“Si-“

“I’m in love with you” It was louder then he originally planned, echoing off the bricks. 

you stood with a face of shock, your whole body freezing up and hands clammy

Simons mouth moved faster then his mind spilling words like a waterfall 

“I’ve been in love with you since the day I saw you, I’ve waited my whole life to meet someone that makes me feel the way you do and now your here standing in front of me, I can’t find the right words to say so i’m just going to say everything and hope you understand” 

Tears started to form in your eyes as his frantic words finally set in. 

“Nothing prepared me for this, I can’t explain the way I feel but I know I want to feel it for the rest of my life and I want it to be you. You make me feel alive, you make me want to be a better person, a better man, whenever I see you its like I finally understand what my purpose is, I understand why I’m alive and I know that its to love and protect you till the day I die and I promise I will to my last breath. I thought being a man meant to be cold and strong but I completely surrender that part of myself for you. I’m in love with you. I’m so in love with you words aren’t enough.”

Tears streamed down your face in waves. They wet your cheeks giving them a beautiful light red blush. Even like this, Simon could only see your beauty. 

“Its okay if you don’t feel the same” taking his large callused hands he brought it to your cheek gently wiping your tears, a sad smile on his face and glossy eyes “I just wanted you to know”

Without a second thought, both your hands grabbed his face roughly pulling him down to your hight and laying a heavy, deep kiss on his lips. 

With no hesitation, Simon kissed you back, pulling your body against his, pouring years of longing into your lips. 

He could see it. Images flashed across his closed eyelids of your wedding day, starting a family the perfect house and the picket fence. His cold heart, after what felt like a lifetime, started beating again. 

He could feel your smile and he was sure you could feel his. 

Hands on your cheeks, Simon finally removed his lips from yours, resting his forehead on your own”

“Can I tell you something Simon?”

“Of course.”

“I love you too”

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“Fuck it, we slay” (heavy eye bags, dehydrated, on the verge of insanity)

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I love this place so much. It's a wonderful book by the way.

boyfriend and i got into an argument about whether or not gnomes live underground. he has stormed off to look for his “gnome book”

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Omg I'm reading wonderful stories and at the same time actually LEARNING something!? Love it already 💕💕💕

Take care of my BMW, Bucky. (Part 1)

⛽Mechanic!Bucky x BMW owner Reader

You need someone who can take care of all your servicing and maintenance requirements when you decide to move to NYC from Romania. Your cars is all you have left, your only pride and joy. .・゜゜・　　・゜゜・． 🏁ft.my BMW obsession (I will use my cars - e90 320d and M3 E92) Words - 1600 Warnings - none

Y/n been searching for the peace in her mind, but It's nowhere to be found. Her own soul is her enemy, her thoughs tormenting her - why didn't she found out sooner that her ex was cheating? It hurts her too much, knowing she wasted 10 years of her life with him. Broken promises now run through y/n's head, the future seems so black. It leaves an open scar that she know will never heal and that is why she decides to go to America, taking her cars with her. A dark shadow blankets her soul, she wants to start over - to be reborn. There are not many BMWs as in her home country, everything is so different in NYC, but nothing endures, but change. She slowly let go of her anger which is more hurtful to her than the cheating that was provoking it. She can't wait for life to happen, because it will just pass...so she starts to attend many car related shows and joins the NYC BMW Club where she meets amazing people. She is free, not letting the things from her past affect her and make her dance like a puppet.

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"Bucky? Who the hell is Bucky?"

"Your car will be in the best possible hands, don't worry. He is a BMW trained technician, each person from the club goes there."

"I don't even know him, Sam"

"Why would I lie to you, he is a very close friend of mine "

"Well...I am not letting him near my cars before I have a talk with him"

"Oh, you will want his hands over your cars soon enough...and he is single"

„I am not looking for a relationship, Sam..."

"I know, I am just joking, y/n . I will call him later, he is on a tight schedule…but he will manage to find time if I ask"

"Thank you, tell him that I need an oil change for my e90 and I want to talk in person for the M3"

"Okay, I will let him know"

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Y/n decides to take the M3 first, because she is really worried about it's new problem. As she parks the car in front of the open garage, she rev it to announce her arrival (putting the car in park mode, then pressing on the gas to make it sound cool OwO) ,but y/n suddenly stops ,her mouth drops at the sight of all different kinds of BMWs peeking from the inside – paradise. Y/n relaxes a bit, knowing that there are far more expensive cars than hers, trusting this Bucky guy.

"What a godly sounding M3, such a race-track weapon! This green wrap is amazing!" he ignores her, giving his full attention on the car, looking closely at the spoiler at the back "Carbon, hella nice I haven't seen a bmw like that in ages!" His mode of conversation is the monologue for some time before he realizes that he hasn’t acknowledge her presence "Oh, sorry...I am Bucky"

"Nice to meet you" she says shyly, enjoying the treatment he gives her car as she finally gets out of it.

"What is a beauty like that doing here?" he smiles softly, his ocean eyes finally landing on y/n.

It takes her a moment to register that he was talking about the car "I uh-I recently moved here, I brought my cars with me"

"Yeah, with such a colorful wrap I would have noticed it long ago" It is quite unbelievable that he likes the M3 so much – his eyes wander to the car once more before returning back on hers.

"I am from Romania, decided to make a big change by coming here" she feels trapped in a coffin by his pretty eyes and when her mind finally assembles a sentence, she vocalizes it with no second thoughts.

"Cum te cheamă?" (what is your name)

When she hears the Romanian language, her mouth opens a little in disbelief and there is a full disconnect in her brain by that coincidence.

"Y/n" she says almost as a whisper. „So, what worries you…y/n?“ Bucky’s voice is a synthetic drug for her broken heart and the way he keeps his gaze on her tranquillizes her mind. „The rocker cover gaskets need changing, there was a burning smell onto the exhaust manifolds. Also I want a stroker kit conversion“ (A stroker kit is used to produce more power) her body aches as she tries to breathe normally, but y/n is determined on keeping her façade as much as possible. No man will enslave her any more, no matter how much she craves it sometimes. Love was her whole happiness for 10 years – but now she is unsure which pain is worse: the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will. All the bright, precious memories faded so fast and they don’t come back. The only company for the last months was only the music of her won heart and although peaceful, she still doesn’t understand why her ex stopped loving her. That’s the kind of darkness that never gets fixed, no matter how many moons rise again. „That is such a crazy mod, I will do it“ „Can’t wait to test it on the track“ y/n relaxes fully when the conversation naturally sticks to her car and the new upgrade excites her, a wide smile spread on the angel’s face. „Can I come?“ „Um, excuse me?“ but her mind downshifts to the same place as a moment ago, making her feel like a school girl with a crush once again. „I want to see it perform and hear the godly sounds again“ he crosses his arms, his hands are covered in grease and oil and she gulps at the sight, feeling a weakness in the knees. She is trying to control her own mind, not waiting to catch up to her heart. „Okay, but only if you give me one of your cars for a test drive too“ she wants to appear cocky while shamelessly looking at his big hands. Y/n is trying to remind herself that she just met him and is already crushing over the bmw obsessed guy. „Sounds like a deal, doll“ „Impress me, what do you got, Bucky?“ „The cars in the garage are all mine, I will let them do the talking“ It made sense now, this was not his work space…it was his home. At that moment her heart operated on its own instructions „Can I...can I have a look at them?“ „Be my guest, doll they are all unlocked…I will start working on your car now“ Y/n looks into his eyes and realizes that they were going to haunt her forever – the deep blue taking her deeper with any passing moment . She doesn’t want to let go, but don’t want to be hurt, either.

Her terrible lingering fears disappears as soon as she starts expecting each BMW. M5 E60 V10 – what a legend, stock M4 F82 – he needs to add some mods on it. She laughs to herself, remembering that she has a brand new exhaust for the car which was meant to be a present for her ex. Her terrible lingering fears disappears as soon as she starts expecting each BMW. M5 E60 V10 – what a legend, stock M4 F82 – he needs to add some mods on it. She laughs to herself, remembering that she has a brand new exhaust for the car which was meant to be a present for her ex. And then something invisible snapped inside of her - G87 M2 – full of interior and performance mods. She loses herself in the beauty of this masterpiece. The question is not what she is looking at, but what she sees – hours of work and thousand of dollars spend on parts. "Do you like it, princess?" There is a kind of alchemy to his voice - no need for words, she just nods slowly. How wonderful it is, to be silent with someone who understands your passion fully. "I have an exhaust for the M5, it is brand new...it was meant for someone as a gift, but...anyways we can install it together next time" "Next time?" Bucky puts his hands on his hips, his face becomes dyed with amusement. "I-I am just...I can just give it to you and-" she feels unguarded, searching for a proper response at his bold pose and tone. "I am messing with you, sweetheart..." he gets closer, towering over her personal space, he doesn't want to wound her confidence. "This is the key for the M2, test it on your way back home...I ordered the parts that i need for your baby, but it will take 2-3 days for delivery" he smirks, handing her a car key " Until then, you can test drive my car" she don’t believe in love at first sight, but there was a click at this moment - for y/n this is more intimate that a kiss, he puts his trust in her by giving the car. She will never know Bucky's thoughts, but that gesture will always linger as a memory of kindness.

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Anyways...Sebastian doesn't own a BMW (I can fix him fr) I will impress him with my drifting skills (I literally almost crushed 2 days ago)

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They get married 😭❤️💙

Got lazy on the process lol

Oh, and there's a bonus 🫡

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AURORA!? LITERALLY MY NIECE NAME!!! LOVE HER ALREADY!!

THE NEW GUY’S NAME IS PHANTOM. THE NEW GIRL’S NAME IS AURORA. IT’S SETTLED.

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I saw that they are calling him "Phantom" And I love it, let's remember be nice to him and show him all the love he deserves. 💕

Hey ghesties!

We gotta hurry up with finding a name for the new Aether ghoul. I need a tag for this babygirl.

#Phantom Ghoul #phantomime #the band ghost #ghost the band #ghost band #quintessence ghoul

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Let's remember to be nice and give respect and love to the new ghoul. We all love aether but Chris is currently working on his solo project and he is touring (that's why he is not there with the rest.) So, let's be a good fandom and give our best wishes to Chris and let's welcome the new ghoul with all the love and support we can give. 💕 I heard that we are calling him "Phantom" so, Welcome to the den Phantom 💕 let's show him all the love and respect he deserves!

( I'm not joking, i will block every account I see that is bashing him, being disrespectful and mean towards him. )

new ghoul looks like a lovechild of rain and dew 😭

#Phantom Ghoul #ghost #ghouls #re-impera #phantomime #ghost the band #aether ghoul