#retired!ghost

Retired!Simon Riley who’s still strong as a horse and works out, but now that he doesn’t have to worry about deployments and risking his life he can indulge a little. he was already eating large, hearty meals to maintain a healthy weight and physique, but sometimes he’ll go back for thirds now - if you smile sweetly and indulge with him he might be talked into dessert (nine times out of ten he agrees). it’s nice to see him eat to his hearts content and relax afterwards

simon can't cook-

okay no he CAN. okay? but it's very much- chop up whatever the fuck is in the fridge throw it in a pot, add as much meat he can find. then he's sorted. creating some sort of stew. but if not that. he thrives off 2 minute noodles.

listen, he's a working man. he can't be fucked thinking about what to make.

and if he needs to eat while not deployed and wants something, he'll get takeaways so he doesn't have to think about it.

and if ya'll are together - whatever you make... motherfucker eats that shit up like he's in a 5-star fucking reasturant.

you made scrambled eggs with bacon??? he's astounded. absolutely in love. has never been more satisfied in his life.

but oh lord. when he retires..

retired!simon fucking riley finds his fucking calling in cooking.

you no longer have to worry about cooking. nah-uh. not with this man who has all the time in the world to hone in on this new culinary world.

idk i just think it's so cute to think about simon going from beans on toast for breakfast to fluffy buttermilk pancakes or french toast with bacon a berry compote.

then for dinner; it's suddenly a whole line of sushi with all your favourites, dumplings to follow and a beef udon recipe dish. or maybe it's a simple roast - however, a perfectly seasoned meat has been sitting for a while in the oven for so long that when you cut into it, it's juicy and tender. and simon fucking beams at the faces you make.

dessert is a whole other game that simon fucking mastered. seriously. because he's placing down a skillet brownie, topped with ice cream and cream. And when you put a spoon into it, it fucking drips with chocolate ya'll.

just rahhhh retired!simon that turns into chef!simon. who just spoils you day and night with food. who gains the ability to make whatever dish you want, whenever you want. 3am and you want a grilled cheese? he can whip it up in seconds and it'll taste like the most gourmet grilled cheese you have EVER had.

btw, i'm torn between making him a gordon ramsay in the kitchen or him being the complete opposite and being so sweet and patient with you when you want to help him.

WAIT- speaks like gordon ramsay but treats you softly. like, you're not cutting with the knife correctly you fucking donkey. but instead of taking it off you, he presses up behind you, gently cups your hands with his and shows you how to do it safely. and he's speaking so sweetly and softly. a stark contrast to when he called you a fucking donkey - but hey you'll get your bite back. ;)

ou-la-la, retired Simon with nothing but warm love in his heart.

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as you slowly blink yourself awake, twisting and turning in bed before you finally decide to get up, simon is already up as usual. his job keeps him on a time routine even when he's not at work. it kinda ticks you off when you wake up and he's not in bed but y'know, who are you to tell him off (his life, his world, his everything)? puffing out before sitting on the side of the bed, you rub the cold out of your eyes, patting your hand on the nightstand beside you to find your glasses only to find they're not there..?

you groan and look over, squinting to see nothing but the quarter gone cup of water you had last night and some candies. you slowly step onto the cold wood floor, seeking out to find simon somewhere in the house.

you hazardly walk around the house, softly calling out for him. "simon, baby?" you continue until he calls back. "yeah, luv?" he responds from the front door. "did you leave? have you seen my glasses?" you ask, watching the blurry figure walk toward the living room. "went to tha' shops, got us some matching frames, come sit." you follow the sound, feeling for the couch as you come close then sit next to him. he scoots you close, setting your legs over his as he explains what he's went out to buy. "my eye doctor's told me to go out n' grab my prescription today, i thought i'd go out n' take y'r glasses to switch them out fir a pair of new frames that'll match mine." you nod at the cute idea, suddenly looking down as the sound of wrapping unfolds.

you can get a small glimpse of glasses in a basic frame, clear with black lines inside with an addon of black legs. his were the same, of course but a different shape, the shape most reading glasses are built. yours were your original shape, the one that framed your face nicely. as you hold them in your hands, still observing, simon has already slipped his on, tapping your shoulder to look.

"like em?" the corner of his eyes crinkling as he gives you a small smile, grabbing your glasses to put them on for you. "now y'r almost as cute as me." he chuckles as you playfully hit his shoulder, giggling slightly alongside. "thank you, simon." you peck his cheek and get up, yawning a bit as you walk to your bathroom. "needed anything, woman?" he asks, following behind. "no, I just felt like a baby bird without these." you refer to your glasses, opening the bathroom door. "well you are a bird, my bird." he mumbles, sliding up behind you, wrapping his hands around your waist as you began brushing your teeth. next thing you know simon's nuzzling into the crown of your bonnet, smelling nothing but a mix of gels and a scented edge control you forgot to clean off the night before.