I already looove the way u write Simon Riley, don't know if ur taking requests, but could write a one shot of Simon with neurodivergent s/o reader? Especfically one with ADHD?
I have ADHD and struggle with it daily :') so I think it would be kind of angst/comfort seeing reader havind a hard time with their neurodivergency and Simon comforting them in his own way, and not treating them like a burden, wich sometimes neurotypical people tend to do
Sorry for my english it's not my main language
OMG OF I CAN DO THAT FOR YOU!! And yes i am 100% taking requests! Im honored that you want me to write this, i will have that out asap! ๐๐
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Summary: When getting a late night snack, Simon finds you and breaks down.
Itโs exactly 2:36am
For some reason these past few days, youโve been struggling to fall asleep. To much on your mind. Im your 23 years of living, you never did figure out how to turn your brain off.
Youโre currently standing in the kitchen going through the pantry. All of a sudden you hear staggered breathing and quick footsteps. You reach for your gun on the counter, and hold it up aiming towards the hallway as the steps get closer. When the footsteps stop, you discover itโs Ghost. With no mask. His eyes are glassy and his hands are shaking. You quickly place your gun down.
โSimon..?โ
He stands there, staring at you. He seems like he canโt believe what heโs seeing.
โSimon. Hey, talk to me.โ
โY-Youโre here.โ Tears begin to fall.
โYeah, im here. What happened?โ
He goes to speak, but nothing comes out. He falls onto his knees. You rush over and hold him, he sobs into your neck. He holds you tightly.
โI-I thought i lost you. You were s-shot. Your blood was everywhere.โ
โIt was a nightmare. Youโre okay, Im okay. Nothing happened, love.โ You brush pieces of his tear soaked hair from his face, and place kisses on his cheek.
He meets your eyes. He sees your concern and quickly sits up. He wipes his eyes and stands.
โFuck.โ He turns away, โYou must think im such a pussyโ
โNot at all.. i think youโre brave for telling me wjat happened.โ You stand and take his hands in yours.
โWould you like to come back to my room? Might help you sleep, knowing im by you.โ
โYes please.โ He keeps his head down like a sad puppy.
โCome on baby.โ
a/n: Unfortunately this was just a little drabble so i probably wonโt make a part 2. Have a great day๐
a/n: i genuinely love writing this man, because heโs just so perfect and adorable like marry me ๐
Husband!Gaz makes you coffee every morning, he specifically learned your dunkin (dunkin ppl rise up๐โ) order, just so you could have it every morning.
Husband!Gaz You guys have a weekly movie night, where youโll buy a ton of snacks, and watch Rom-Coms together
Husband!Gaz makes sure your car is never dirty or out of gas. After you two got married, you actually forgot how to pump gas because you never have to.
Husband!Gaz gives the best back massages. If he sees that your tense or have a knot somewhere, he will take the time to sit down with you and get rid of it.
Husband!Gaz is your D1 hype man. If you have a girls night, heโs telling you how sexy you look and how lucky he is to have you.
Husband!Gaz will sit in stores for however long it takes you. He LOVES when you give him little fashion shows, and he gives honest advice on pieces.
Husband!Gaz has no problem im holding your purse, he actually takes pride in it. To him, itโs an honor.
Husband!Gaz needs you to help shave his facial hair because heโs afraid heโll cut himself. So you do it.
Husband!Gaz doesnt think he can cook, whatsoever. So he has you cook, and he cleans. Itโs your guys little split in the marriage.
Husband!Gaz has this thing where if heโs on base for too long, heโll call you and stay on the phone with you all day. He lowkey has attachment issues so just knowing if he wanted to hear your sweet voice, he could.
a/n: Hope you enjoyed!! More will be posted later today, i just have some stuff to do. Whats your favorite place to get coffee from? Mines dunkin๐
During the peak of the infection the military help to round those who still lived to the safe zones, TF141 was one of those groups that help to round up all survivors found bringing them to the safe zones, the vary thing that were believed was protecting people was bringing there own doom, that group was station at one of those zones just to help maintain order, but it only takes one infected to kill them all. During the struggle they lost track of Ghost, Price shouted at Gaz and Soap to get to the helicopter he would find Ghost. Price wasn't sure if he would be able to find Ghost but as long his Sergeants made it out of here alive that was the only thing he cared about, he had to keep hope that Simon found a another way out and is still alive and kicking. There was a explosion and everything turned black
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After a while you slowly gave up on putting up a struggle as it seems to do zero effects to him. There were a few twitches here and there but he didn't seem to care or he couldn't feel it. every so often mohawk guy would run ahead before wandering back to skelly. every so often you would kick or hit him which would only causeย him to growl growl and annoy inside your antics before fixing you back on top of his shoulder. You were annoyed and pissed off for so cuz that's literal zombie was kidnapping you to God knows God knows where also cuz it's slowly started raining thanks to your shitty luck, every so often you catch the Mohawk one talking but you cannot make up make out any words that are being said to Skelly just pointless muffling sound that sounds like something trying to speak when they really can't. The wind is slowly starting to pick up while you feel raindrops falling gently onto your skin and clothing, the sun is slowly starting to fade away at the night takes over the once blue sky
After what seems like forever skully finallyย stops moving about, you try to twist your body to see what he's standing at but you can't thanks to his arm holding you down. What seems like forever, till you heard another voice, "Ghost,..w..what the 'ell did you bring..." a rough voice asked. next thing you know your being dropping onto the floor,ย hiting your head against the ground you let out a groan. God what a ass, "Did y..ye..really neit tae drop t..them.." the mohawk asked but the only response he got was a huff. You finally sit up to look at the new guy, he was a bit roughed up and bloody like the others but the guy looked better than the other two, he was wearing a boonie and he also had a bit of a beard. There was another guy sitting on a crate his left leg was messed up a bit, looked like he could have been a model when he was alive.
Beardy knelt down gripping onto your chin to tilt your head up to get a good look at you. Been awhile since he had seen a living human that they didn't eat, let alone a kid. You were tensed up since he had grab you, soon he let go of your chin. "What's...y..your name kid.." He asked with a gruff but soft voice doesn't seem like his voice cords are damaged like the others are, you stayed silent. Beardy let out a small huff at your silence, he didn't expect much from you right now. "Y..you mute..?" you shook your head no, "So then...spit out your name..or I'm.. letting..soap here..give a name like a dog.." He demanded bot giving you a choice in the matter, so it was either give up your name or get named like a pet. You hesitantly gave your name up not wanting to be demeaned down to a pet for bloody zombies. "Good..choice" Beardy said "what..supplies do y..you have in that bag.." before you could answer Mohawk or Soap pulled your bagged off from you and dumped its contents to the floor. "Hey!" you yelled out at soap, as you lost everything that was in the bag. "Hays...f..for horses..fleshbag.." Soap chimed out, annoying fucker he'll see what is for horses when you get your hands on him you thought to yourself. Beardy picked up some gauze and duct tape, tossing it at soap. "Go..help Gaz with his leg" Soap gave him a joking salute and went to do what beardy had ordered him to do. Skelly was still lurking around behind you, almost like a dog in a way before beardy turned his sight back onto you. "Now..what to d..do with you" he thought to himself rather than asking you, "you could let me go" you stated trying to escape from the situation your in. "Not a good..i..idea kid..it's raining so all that r...rotten blood masking..y..your scent, would wash..o..off. secondly Ghost here wants to keep you.." as he explained. So skelly name here is Ghost that's good to know but what "I'm not a fucking..pet!" you yelled, Price let out a huff "and no one..is saying you are ju-" you interrupted him "you just said that that fucker wanted to keep me, hence that same way someone says about a dog!" you hissed out at price you hated this situation, you should be back in your apartment hide out not here in this warehouse with actual zombies. "just listen to me, I didn't mean it like that ok. think more like it as a ward thing rather than a dog, but also Ghost thinks your better off here rather than where whatever you were before" he stated already tired from this conversation. "J..John" Gaz called from across the room, beardy or now John turned to look at Gaz who's leg is currently being fixed up by soap. "Leave the kid..alone for now..it's been a long day for them.." Gaz spoke, Beardy let out a sign before telling Ghost to watch over the kid. Only thing left was the sound of rain muffling the quiet groans of zombies.
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He would be confused as to what the question is. He's old, can you blame him of the society norms he's used to? Of course he's big spoon. John looked at you funny when you asked to be big spoon. But when you enticed him by letting him use your boobs for pillows with head scratches, he's all in. "Mmph...back in my day...this was weak..." He muttered this as he nuzzled your tits sweetly, loving how you wore the thinnest tank top for him.
Lieutenant BBG Riley.
Simon liked being big spoon. Through all of his trauma and blah, blah blah...he liked being able to hold you close and know that you were there. "Just keepin' you safe, lovie." Loved to be able to wake from a nightmare and see you, all pressed up on his chest, his bicep holding your head to his body with such a protectiveness, you would think it's a GAWDDAMN snake wrapping around it's prey. Only...he would never hurt his treasure. Harm his pretty lil' wifey? He'd rather shove a dull serrated spoon up his cock.
Sargent DAFAQ MacTavish.
He's little spoon all the way. He's wanting back scratches, he's wanting to lay between your thighs. All he wants is to lay on you, by you, around you, in you. Anywhere. He wants to be close to his mamas. (Beastboy and Raven type shiii) Anytime he just dicked you down, he's panting and sweating and when you ask to be little spoon, he looks at you like you just said that you don't love him anymore. "I just gave you the best dick ever. The least you can do is cuddle me from behind. If not, I'll let you repay me by sleeping between my legs with my cock in your mouth." He's so serious too.
Saregent PRETTY BOY Garrick.
Kyle was the sweetest thing ever. Sometimes, he'd pull you into his lap and play with your hair, and kiss behind your ear and hold. Other times, he'd be drained and tired and sit in your lap, no matter how big he was. He loved holding you but sometimes he needed to be held. All he wants is options, especially when he doesn't get them all the time on the day-to-day. "I just need to be in this spot, honey...I love you..." He always loved being close to you. No matter what way, shape, or form.
is ghost cheating?... ๐๐ฉธpart seven part one ๐ฃฒโ
'you are my savior,' she croaks. 'I love you so much!'
more tears fall from his eyes, his throat aching as he leans his forehead against hers. 'I love you so much, bunny. you don't understand how much I love you.'
'I do know,' she croaks. 'you used to be really good at showing it...and then...something happened and you just started being so cold...,' she confesses in a soft wail.
his breath is caught in his chest. he's shaking his head softly, in total disbelief of what he has created. 'I'm so sorry, bunny..I am so so sorry...'
she's looking at him, not sure she's ever seen him look so broken, her heart aching for him rather than for herself. what have they become?
she's reaching out to brush her thumbs over his cheeks, clearing his tears. it just makes him ache more, the tears never ending. 'it was never about anyone else, bunny. it was only about my hurt. my desire to destroy the best thing to ever happen to me. I did not know love before you, and because of that, it has created a cruel void that wants to destroy it because I feel unworthy of receiving it.'
she's pressing her nose to his, giving him a soft nuzzle. her hands holding his on her cheeks. both of them learning how to breathe again. '...you still think I'm cute, si?' she asks sadly, her voice a torn whisper.
'you're so bloody cute it's all I think about,' he tells her honestly.
'you like my cakes, too?....' she asks softly, brushing her thumb over the dark circle beneath his eye.
he's melting into her touch. the warm sensation he tried to run from encompassing him and making him never want to get that close to destroying it ever again. he wants her so much closer. 'bloody love 'em, bunny. love every damn thing about you. your face, your clothes, your giggles, everything.'
she's almost smiling. the sadness in her eye morphing into sparkles of love. 'but....what about....her?' her eyes are turning crimson. 'you want her more than me?' she's pouting and frowning, wickedly jealous.
'It's not about her, bunny. it's what she represents. and I think I traumatized that part of myself into healing.'
she nods softly, her finger gently dragging over his bottom lip.
he's looking at her. 'bunny..-' he rasps, unable to think or properly tell her everything he wants to. he needs her. he's not sure she understands how much he bloody needs her. his head throbs, his body more exhausted than its ever been. his voice is raspy and grave. 'please forgive me, love...I don't deserve it, but I need you to forgive me...please, bunny...please.'
she's nodding, wrapping her arms around his neck. 'I forgive you, si. I'm sorry for what happened to you before we met. I really wish I could seal your wounds with love.'
he's wrapping her so tightly in his arms, he's scared he may suffocate her, but she's not complaining. she's just hugging him tighter. 'you mean so much to me, bunny. I love you so much.'
she's smiling. tender where she was weeping. wrapping her legs around him, and making him carry her. she's pressing a kiss to the tip of his nose - one of her favorite features of his. 'I love both of you, si. ghost and Simon Riley have my heart forever.'
Agent!Reader who was originally sent to spy on Task Force 141 as an intelligence agent, but what they didnโt tell you was that every single spy sent to 141 had been brutally murdered.
What they also didnโt tell you was that they sent you because they knew you wouldnโt returnโฆ
Easy disposal of one of their โweakest links,โ right?
So they sent you on an impossible mission, deep undercover as a โnew recruitโ for the team.
What your superiors didnโt account for was you learning to love the task forceโฆand them loving you back.
Yeah, youโre a little clueless sometimes, but they couldnโt help taking a liking to you. It didnโt take long for them to realize the kind of mission youโd been sent on.
Without you ever knowing, they cut off every way your old handlers could contact you.
They may have even staged something that could be mistaken for your death.
They couldโve tortured you. Killed you. Used you as an example for every other task force.
But they didnโt.
They liked having you aroundโฆfor whatever reason.
Maybe it was because you made coffee for everyone every morning.
Maybe it was because, no matter how bad the day had been, you always made sure to tell everyone goodnight, even if no one was awake to say it back.
Or maybe it was because you always had something kind to say, and that sort of genuine, unbreakable optimism was something the task force didnโt realize theyโd been missing.
