Summary: It’s finally your baby girls first birthday, and you don’t know if you should or shouldn't invite her biological father.
2 Weeks Before
“Okay, baby. Do you want to invite dada?”
You ask your daughter as she plays with the newest Barbie doll Simon had gotten her.
It was exactly two weeks before your daughter’s first birthday. And she & you both were ecstatic!! You two had been planning this for months. you wanted her to feel included so whatever she wanted 99% of the time she got it she wanted it to be a strawberry theme so it was you actually really like the theme after finding a “Berry First Birthday” banner
You had invited everyone who had been in her life the past year. You and your daughter were excited for this day. Except, you didn’t know if you should invite her biological father, Stephan.
She giggles, “Dada’s already coming mama!!”
You turn your head.
“No…. no he isn’t.”
“Yes he is mama!”
“Baby, Dada hasn't been invited yet.”
“Yes he has!” Shes getting frustrated now, “Dada!!” She calls out.
Simon walks into the living room og your house. You and Simon weren’t officially moved in together but he spent most of his time there. He slept and ate wifh you and your daughter every night.
“Yes, pretty girl?” He says.
“See!!” Your little girl smiles.
“What?” Simon ask, he can feel the stare your giving him.
“You didn’t tell me she started calling you Dada.”
“I just… I— Im sorry” He tries to find the words and when he cant, he settles on an apology.
“It’s okay, It suits you.”
Instead of arguing with your daughter, you decide to invite Stephan. He deserves to see his daughter. The only thing is, you don't tell Simon.
Day Of the Party
Task Force 141 boys wake up extra early to leave base and drive to your house to set up. There’s a bounce house, a waterslide, and an ice cream machine (Simon’s idea). you’re sitting outside, watching the boys set up. Soon your daughter makes her way outside and sits on your lap and watches with you.
“Hey mamas” Simon says as he comes out of the house with two coffee mugs. He kisses your head.
“Dada…” Your daughter reaches out.
“Happy birthday baby girl.” Simon scooped her up and kisses her cheeks. He takes her around the backyard and shows her everything they’ve been working on. You watch with a smile.
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You’re finishing up your daughter’s hair when Simon walks in.
“Baby, have you seen my mask?”
you look at him through the mirror. He’s dressed in a red shirt and jeans.
“No, check the wash.”
He stares at you and your daughter a moment longer. You two are dressed in matching red dresses (Strawberry theme😉)
“Okay. Thank you.”
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The party started a little less than an hour ago. Friends and family everywhere. Your father was talking to Price while grilling and your mom was talking to Laswell and her wife. Soap & Gaz were playing with the Littles in the slip and slide. And Simon was drinking with your brother. You stop to take everything in. Everyone was at peace, including you. Stephen hadn’t shown yet, and maybe that was for the best.
You make your way over to where Simon and your brother are sitting, a few moments later, your brother‘s girlfriend also joins.
10 minutes later, your mom walks over.
“Sweeties?”
“Yeah, mom?”
“He’s here.”
You freeze and so does Simon.
“You invited him?” Simon ask, you dont look at him although you can feel his eyes.
“I thought i owed him that.”
“ Okay so no, after this party, we’re going to have a long talk about who you do and don’t owe, because you don’t owe him shit.”
The two of you stand and go to Stephan.
“For Fucks Sake.” Your father says.
“What?” Price takes his eyes off the grill to meet your father’s gaze.
“Stephan.”
“Who is he?” Price stares at him.
“The biological father.”
Price immediately text Gaz. When Gaz receives the text, he takes your daughter inside the house for a juice box.
“___________, hey. You look….” Stephan looks you up and down “Beautiful.”
“Thanks.” You say. Then you feel a pair of hands snake around your waist.
“Hi there. Im Simon.” He holds one of his hands out.
“Stephan.” He shakes Simon’s hand.
“Ive heard a lot about you.”
“And you are..?” Stephan ask. Looking for more than just a name, he wants a label.
“Im her boyfriend.” you turn to face Simon, shocked. You two weren’t dating. As much as you want to, you never put a label on it.
“And her coworker.” He adds.
“Wow. Well, where’s the birthday girl?” Stephan ask.
“I’ll go find her.” you say, you walk over to Price and he tells you Gaz took her inside. When you walk in your daughter is sitting on the kitchen counter playing “ rock paper scissors” with Gaz.
“Sweetie?”
“Hi mama!” Her arms reach out for you. You pick her up.
“I have someone i want you to meet..”
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“Hi pretty girl.” Stephan says.
Your daughter hides in your neck.
“Only Dada calls me that.” She says.”
“Im your dada.” Stephan gives you a confused look.
“No thats dada.” She points at Simon.
Due to Simon hearing the word “Dada” in your baby’s sweet voice, he looks up.
“Yes, pretty girl?”
“See!” Your daughter giggles.
Stephan’s face drops.
“Can i go mama? Johnny’s in the bounce house and last time he fell.” You put your daughter down, and she runs off.
“I should go.” You don't stop him. He hands you the gift and leaves.
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Later that night while your laying in bed with Simon and your little girl is between you two, you receive a text.
“Stephan: Hey, after seeing you and ________ today. I realized what i’ve been missing. I never meant to leave you girls in the first place. I love you, let’s try again. Please?”
a/n: Sorry it took so long to get another part out, more will be posted!! I hope you enjoyed💕💕
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this has been in my head for a while now, just like a bunch of mini headcanons of Simon being the perfect boyfriend smushed into one fic
Simon who falls head over heels for reader. Except he is so fucking scared of messing it up, so scared he’ll end up like his father and lose you. He has no clue how to be a good partner, no clue what he should and shouldn't do. He's been told over and over again by the sergeants how hard it is. His initial instinct is to ask Price for help, Price has been married for years. The problem is, you're nothing like Price's wife, you're not content to stay home all the time and you definitely wouldn't put up with all the shit that Price does. Not to mention Price and his wife have arguments fairly often, bad enough for Price to be sleeping on the couch or even worse when Price has to sleep on base. Simon hates the idea of arguing with you, he wants to do everything he can to be perfect and make you happy.
So what does Simon do, starts paying very, very close attention to you. He notices the love songs you listen to, the romance books you read, the sweet couple videos you watch. He notices it all, writes it down, and then spends all his free time looking into it. He listens to all the songs you listen to, both so he can learn what to do and so he knows your favorite songs. He watches the couple videos you watch, he makes an effort to do the small things they do. He reads all your favorite romance books, doesn't skip a single part, it's extra helpful when he reads the books you've highlighted, he can see exactly what you like. And when you noticed him reading one of your books “S-simon, do you know what that is?” you asked noting how far he was already into the book, he looked up at you sheepishly “yeah, you liked it right? Wanted to read it for ya” you smiled going over to give him a kiss, you started giving him your books after you finished them for him to read too.
The number one thing Simon learned is that the small things matter most. He has a little calendar with all the important days marked, he even knows exactly how many days you guys have been together. He checks it regularly because he would hate to miss something important. He plans well in advance, somehow knows exactly what you want to do and what to get you, plus no matter what the event is, if something is happening he is getting you flowers. He almost always gets two bouquets, one of roses and one of your favorite flowers. And whenever they start to die he takes them and plucks the good ones to pressed flowers that he'll give to you later.
Every time before he leaves he makes a point to kiss you goodbye, in fact he refuses to leave if he can't give you his goodbye kiss and tell you he loves you. And every night as you guys are going to be he pulls you close and whispers “I love you, forever and ever” before kissing you, yes it’s a little cheesy but you fucking love it and it lessens your own worry. He even learns how to set automatic messages on his phone, after a lot of struggle, that way every night he still gets to tell you how much he loves you even when he’s on a mission. And the very few times you guys do argue, always about something small and stupid, Simon refuses to go to bed anger, he’ll give you a break if you need but you guys need to talk it out before sleeping, he hates the idea of laying in a bed next to you unable to show you affection, and even worse he hates the idea of sleeping away from you. Simon will always apologize, he hates seeing you upset, and knowing he’s the reason makes him feel even worse, he always goes out of his way to apologize and make sure you know how much he loves you.
He loves loves loves to compliment you, multiple times a day. And not just basic things like complimenting your looks, he will be so dramatic as he calls you a goddess blessing his eyes and the ground before him, is absolutely not ashamed to worship the ground you walk on, and he makes a point to also compliment stuff you do, like your hobbies or achievement, it’s simple but he knows more than looks matter. You swear that man is in love with your lips with the amount he kisses you, if you're in arms reach he’s pulling you over and kissing you slowly, his touch is soft as he stares at you after the kiss. You can never trick him with little questions, you ask him if he would still love you as a worm or some other odd creatures, he doesn't even bat an eye as he says yes, and he means every word. You ask him some trick this or that question and he immediately picks an answer with the perfect reason, sometimes it's something you didn't even think about.
Simon goes a little old school, probably from all those old romance songs you like to listen to. He writes you letters, mostly when he’s away but he does it when he’s home too. He goes on and on about how much he loves you and what he would do to see you again, reminds you to stay safe and promises he’ll be home soon. All the letters follow the same pattern, but you love it so much, it gets you through his deployments, you keep all of them, even the little pressed flowers he sends with them. When he’s home he does everything for you, opens your door, helps you put your shoes on, always puts your safety first, and he will and has carried you at your request, it's the middle of the night and you want ice cream? His shoes are already on. He loves doing all the small things because it makes you smile. And after every date once it's dark outside, he puts on some slow music and just dances with you. Nothing big or dramatic, just slow dancing and swaying. Sometimes you guys go outside and sometimes you guys stay inside but without fail he wants to dance with you.
Idk guys something about Simon being the perfect partner, yet no one taught him how but he wanted it so much he learned himself.
Simon has a dry sense of humor. When you mention that you get startled seeing him in a balaclava in the living room — imagine walking into the room at night, everything dark, and seeing him sitting in the armchair in a skull balaclava — he probably lets out a nasal laugh, that muffled sound you feel more than you hear.
Knowing that the mask causes you this "startle", he starts making a conscious effort for you. As soon as the front door locks, the gloves come off, the heavy gear drops, and finally, the balaclava is pulled off. He does this thinking of you; if it were any other girl he wouldn't care, but you are different — he cares, and he cares a lot.
If you catch him off guard still masked — whether because he forgot or because he’s heading to the next mission — he would probably say something like:
"Still not used to it, dear? You think I’m the scary one because you’ve never seen yourself angry because I forgot to do the dishes."
The affection you give is almost a sensory short-circuit for Simon Riley. He is a man of contrasts: a mountain of muscle and scars who, deep down, is just Simon. For him, the daily kisses on the cheek and lips act as a reset button; he lives in a world of adrenaline and violence; coming home and being received with sweetness brings him back to earth, to what is worth it.
He is not much for initiating demonstrations, especially public ones, but when you kiss him when saying goodbye, or while relaxing on the sofa or at the coffee shop you like to go to, he leans into the touch. It’s automatic. If he is cleaning something or eating, he stops whatever he is doing.
Simon knows he is handsome — he is aware of his strong and attractive masculine features — but being appreciated by you validates him more than any rank. When you kiss his entire face, this is the moment when Lieutenant Riley’s armor truly crumbles.
The moment you start kissing him, usually on the forehead, he closes his eyes. His hands, huge and usually tense, relax on your hips or your knees. He lets out a long sigh, releasing all the weight from his shoulders.
Simon has scars, both the visible ones and those inside. When your lips touch his temples and move down his cheeks, he feels a tingling that leaves him almost vulnerable. Letting you "focus" on his face with such affection is the greatest proof of trust and comfort he can give.
When you kiss his chin and the jawline (which he keeps rigid out of pure soldier instinct), he finally "breaks." He might let out a low murmur, something that sounds like a raspy purr in the back of his throat. It is the sound of a man who feels completely loved and at ease near the person he loves.
And finally, it reaches the lips; the kiss is not urgent, it is deep and full of love. He will hold your face with a delicacy that seems impossible for someone his size, as if you were made of glass.
He can’t simply get up and act as if nothing happened after feeling so much love. He would probably pull you to his chest, hiding his face (now slightly flushed) in your neck.
"You’re going to end up making me too soft for work," he would whisper in that raspy voice, but with a smile you can feel against your skin. "But keep going. I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world."
I had these two thoughts about him this week, I so wanted to shower him with kisses, he deserves it. ANYWAY, it took me longer than usual, I found it difficult to write about him but I loved the result. I'm insecure about my writing so I'm always trying to improve, thank you for the likes and comments, I appreciate them all from the bottom of my heart! ❤️🩹
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Can you write older knight Ghost x princess’ lady in waiting/ one of the maids for the princess
If they could be fat and brown (like a light skin black girl!) 🥰
Knight!Ghost x princess' maid!Reader ꩜.ᐟ part 1 | part 2
cw: age gap, established relationship, fluff
a/n: I don't write readers with a specific look, but I used black women for the header photos because of your request, hope that is not an issue!! I just don't like specifying since it's an x reader and readers come in all shapes and sizes. WITH THAT BEING SAID!! ENJOY MY LOVEEE
You hummed softly as you arranged fresh flowers in the princess’s chambers, your dress fluttering just above your ankles, hair pinned up with delicate ribbons. Every movement was graceful, almost purposeful, a delicate awareness in every little thing you did, as if you knew Simon was watching.
You two were quite the pair, everyone in the castle grounds knew you were together, although it was technically a secret. Simon had made a vow, he was not allowed to marry, not allowed to fall in love, his devotion had to be to his country and to God, not to the pretty thing currently organizing the princess' bed chambers. He watched you with a slight frown, concentrated. You were young, full of life and warmth, and utterly radiant in a way that made him ache quietly, you were so different to him. The years etched into his face, scars littering his body, the streaks of silver at his temples; he was nor sweet nor lively, he carried himself with a calculated and off-putting demeanor. Most would fear him, or at least regard him with slight distaste, but not you, never you.
He stepped forward, letting the quiet click of his boots announce his presence. “Ah, there you are,” he said, voice low but amused. “I wondered if the princess’s most charming lady-in-waiting had gotten herself lost in the gardens again.”
"Simon." Although your back was turned to him he knew you were smiling, he could tell from the soft lilt of your voice, from how you almost sighed in relief when you said his name. It was a shame you were not looking at him right now, wide eyed and giggly, it was a shame you could not see he shared that same look of devotion.
You always called him Simon, never Ghost or Knight, never regarded him with distaste or fear. You thought so highly of him, spoke so softly to him he feared ever breaking your heart. Where others saw a monster you saw a man, where others saw a ghost, a shell of the person he once was, you just saw him.
You turned then, slowly, a bundle of lilacs still in your hands. The light from the window caught the warm glow of your skin, the sheen of your ribbons, the curve of your smile. Simon’s breath faltered. You looked like an angel, a creature he should have had no right to touch, and yet you belonged to him.
“Do you mean to linger in the doorway all day?” you teased, turning around. Your eyes found his. “Or will you come closer?”
He hesitated for only a moment before stepping forward, boots sinking into the woven rug at your feet. When he stopped beside you, you offered him one of the lilacs, its petals a soft shade of mauve, purple like a fresh bruise, soft as velvet. He accepted it clumsily, his scarred fingers too rough for such a delicate thing.
“Lilacs suit you,” you said, still smiling.
He huffed a laugh through his nose. “Nonsense.”
“I mean it.” You reached up to adjust the fall of his cloak, a small, thoughtless gesture that made his chest ache. “Besides, you suit whatever I place in your hands, and if I say flowers look good on you then you are to wear them on the lapels of your jackets and pinned to the front of your shirt.”
Simon smirked, staring down at you, at the way your tan skin glowed in the golden light, at the way your dress fluttered softly around your ankles. He wondered if you knew the power you held over him, if you knew that you could bring him to his knees with only a word, a glance, the gentle press of your fingers on his chest.
“I shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, low enough it was almost a growl.
“You always say that,” you whispered back, eyes never leaving his. “And yet… here you are.”
He said nothing, only set the flower down on the table and caught your hand in his, thumb brushing over your knuckles with surprising gentleness. His vows weighed heavily on him, chains of faith and duty, but the warmth of you against him felt holier than any prayer.
He leaned down, pressing his forehead to yours, and allowed himself this one sin — the sin of loving you openly in a room that smelled of roses and rosemary, the sin of believing he could ever deserve you.
imagine like simon goes into some sort of surgery and has to be put under anesthesia, and when he gets out hes like still high asf on it 💀 and hes being a lil silly goose
okay this is such a cute idea omg, this is 100% based off that tiktok audio where it's like "my wife wouldn't like you touching me like that" "i AM your wife."
thank you so much for the request nonnie, a forehead kiss for you MWAH MWAH
simon 'ghost' riley x reader
wc: 563
warnings: none really, lots and lots of that good ol fluff, mentions of surgery, goofy simon, maybe a little ooc simon ( he's high so it's fine )
a/n: i hope this is okay, i'm feeling a bit rusty with my writing but i've finally got back some motivation and energy to do so after the past two months of low energy and bad mental health. if you guys want to know a bit more about it and my mental health ( i don't see why anyone would but lmao ) let me know, i don't mind making a post about it if you guys want an explanation of some sort or whatever. anywho, sorry this is so short but i hope you still like it ! ! <3
simon had been out of surgery for just over an hour now, being a soldier you 'd think perhaps he was going under surgery for some kind of wound he had inflicted upon him on the battlefield but no, he was just getting his tonsils removed after a bad bout of tonsillitis ended up with him developing really bad tonsil stones.
so here you were, waiting by his bedside for him to wake up. the doctor and nurses reminded you just as he had gotten out that he may still be a little, well loopy, off of the meds depending on how quickly he woke up. you waited in a chair at his bedside, reading a book when you heard the blankets of the bed rustling just a little.
looking up from your book you see simon starting to wake up and you reach out to grasp his hand, only for him to rip it away from you when his eyes were fully opened.
"uh, si? you okay, hon?" you ask gently, maybe he just wasn't feeling too well after waking up, or perhaps he wasn't wanting physical touch, that happened quite often and you always respected that space he may want when he wanted it.
"don't call me that." simon said, voice hoarse and scratchy from the surgery, he sounded a little angry.
"what?" you questioned, this wasn't like simon, you couldn't understand why he wouldn't want you speaking like this to him.
"i'm taken."
"i know." you replied with a short laugh.
"you shouldn't be touching me like that then."
it hit you then, he was woozy from the meds and didn't recognize you. the realization made you laugh a little more. you decided to have a bit of fun with this high version of your boyfriend.
"sorry about that simon. wanna tell me about your partner?"
"oh, (name)? they're amazing, you know they're so pretty. and they're funny too. they always know how to make me feel better, i miss them." simon replies, ranting and raving on and on to you about his partner, about you.
"you love them a lot, don't you?" you ask him with a smile, it felt so nice to hear all these lovely things about yourself, your boyfriend clearly unfiltered by the effects of the anesthesia he was under.
sure he definitely said sweet things to your face, but something about hearing it when he was basically high as shit made your heart pound a little more.
"i love them with my whole heart." simon replies, a goofy little smile on his face.
you can't help but reach out to gently caress his face at those words, body filling up with some much adoration for the soldier in front of you.
"hey! what did i say about touching me. i have a partner!" simon scolds, trying to dodge your touch.
"simon, love. . . i am your partner. it's me, (name)." you reply with a laugh.
simon takes a good long look at you when you tell him this, he stares at you, looks you up and down before letting out a soft and quiet "oh."
you begin to hear the beeping of his heart rate monitor speed up, his cheeks turning slightly pink as he stares up at you.
you couldn't help but laugh a little more at this. what a sweet idiot. your sweet idiot.
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(Father!Husband!Simon "Ghost" Riley x Mother!Wife!Reader)
Request: Simon develops insomnia, but not because of nightmares, but because of the large baby he and his wife had together. He has completely taken over night feedings and stoically tries not to sleep during the day. @meriessan
(Thank you so much for your request, shawty! I hope this is what you were looking for!)
TW: Lack of sleep, stress, insomnia
Before you and Simon had decided to have a baby together, you both agreed the work would be as equal as possible. This meant he would do the night feeds, so that you could sleep and get yourself on a steady schedule. When you gave birth, it was very stressful for Simon as your labor went on longer than expected. You cussed him out more than you ever had, cursing him for being so big and making you have a baby with such a big head. When everything was said and done, you had a healthy 10 pound baby boy in your hands. It took you a couple of days to recover, but when you got home, it was bliss. You were able to bask in the joys of having a newborn baby during the day, watching the way his eyes fluttered, smelling his soft hair that matched his father's perfectly, and listened to the sweet noises he made. Sure, he ate a lot, but he was a newborn and you were prepared for that. When you were awake, Simon made sure you had everything you needed and felt supported. Something Simon hadn't mentioned was that it had been hard for him to sleep since you brought the baby home. The baby crying every 1-2 hours made it hard to fall asleep and even if the baby wasn't crying so often, he still couldn't sleep. He either watched the baby in his room, ensuring he was still breathing or was staring at the monitor. Sure, he knew that there were dangers from his job, but his main focus was making sure his baby was okay throughout the night. Simon knew he shouldn't, but sometimes when he felt more anxious than normal, he would scoop up his baby in his arms and hold him while he slept. Simon fully believes any beauty his baby had came from you, even though the baby was a spitting image of himself. For a few days, Simon was okay with the lack of sleep, having done this several times before for work. It was hard for you to notice, as Simon didn't say anything to you and you were so focused on your baby you didn't take the time to stare at Simon's face to notice his bloodshot eyes and darkening under eye. Simon refused to sleep during the day, wanting to be fully supportive of you and your baby, but it didn't take long for this to start taking a toll. On day 3, he had started to hear the baby crying at around midnight. When he went to feed him, the baby was sound asleep. Simon rubbed his eyes and sat down in the baby's room until he actually woke up and needed to be changed. When the morning came, and you took over with the baby, he went to make breakfast. He thought he was doing a great job until he smelled smoke and the fire alarm started blaring. "Simon," you shouted, "is everything alright?!" "Yes, love! Had the heat on too high, sorry!" He realized he had fallen asleep standing up. When he finally made you both something edible, he sat down at the dining table and waited for you to join him. Simon was so out of it, he didn't notice the way you were studying his face, concerned. "Si?" "Yes, doll?" "Have you not been sleeping?" His eyes shot towards your face and he hated the way the light stung his eyes. "I don't want you to worry about me, you need to focus on healing," "Simon Riley, don't patronize me. Have you been sleeping?" Sometimes you needed to be a little stern with Simon when he was being stubborn. "No, I haven't," he sighed, leaning into his chair, "he wakes up so often that I figured I might as well stay up. I like watching him, making sure he's okay." "Love, you need to start sleeping, at least during the day," you said, rocking the bouncy chair your baby was laid in. "What if you need something? I want to be here for you," he whispered, grabbing your hand from across the table. "I'll just wake you up if I need anything," you said softly. "Besides, you won't be any use to us if you're so tired you're burning the house down." Simon licked his lips, "You're right. I'm gonna go lay down." He got up and kissed your head, "Love you." "Love you more," you said, watching his heavy body walk to your bedroom. It took a while, but you two got onto a schedule that worked for everyone.
Just some headcanons about big, tough Simon Riley as a girl dad💗💗💗
Girl dad! Simon on the day his daughter was born, he promised her that he would protect her with every bone in his body. He was scared he would be like his father, but once he saw her little face he crumbled.
Girl dad! Simon who’ll let his daughter put clips and bows in his short blond hair, and lets her put sparkly unicorn lipgloss on his lips without a fuss.
Girl dad! Simon who has tea parties with his daughter, and stifles a chuckle when she gets into arguments with her stuffed animal “guests”.
Girl dad! Simon who cheers for his daughter louder than anyone else at her sports matches. All you hear is a booming “That’s my girl!” from the stands.
Girl dad! Simon who knows every single princess song, and can’t believe it when he starts to sing them on his own time at work.
Girl dad! Simon who tries to make your daughter heart shaped pancakes and fails, but she eats them nonetheless.
Girl dad! Simon who holds back tears when his daughter graduates from kindergarten, he can’t believe she’s getting so big!
Girl dad! Simon who reads his baby girl bedtime stories and matches the voice to the character.
Girl dad! Simon who play fights his daughter at lets her win every time.
Girl dad! Simon who matches halloween costumes with his daughter. Just imagine a big, scary, tattooed man in a fairy costume to match his daughter!
Girl dad! Simon who lets his daughter pick out his watch for work, and in turn he picks out her socks!
Girl dad! Simon who lets his daughter color in his tattoos and lets her put sparkly make up on him.
Girl dad! Simon who would move heaven and earth just to see his daughter smile. 💗
Note: I was in a fluffy mood and I love the thought of tough guys being big softies for their daughters 😭😭 It heals my soul fr!!!
I love Simon. I love Ghost. But you cannot tell be this is not a man that will dead ass go out in pj pants with you while you're fully decked out in the best things in your wardrobe.
