Simon who had to ask Captain Price and Johnny for advice on how is he gonna get things together.
Simon who stared at you contact for 5 minutes straight before hitting send button on his message.
Simon who made sure to look neat as possible. Styling his hair, brushing his teeth and picking out an outfit that looks good.
Simon who can't decide which boquet of flowers to buy.
Simon who couldn't help but blush and smile to see you in your beautiful outfit.
Simon who made sure he acted like a gentleman by opening his car door for you, making you walk in the restaurant first (his mother taught him the "ladies first" rule way back when he was a kid)
Simon who insist on paying for all the food you ate
Simon who tried to act calm when he fell on one knee and took out a small dark blue box from his pocket, revealing a beautiful ring.
You who couldn't believe everything thats happening, stuck in cloud nine.
You who immediately said yes giving the warmest embrace ever
And Simon, who felt like hes the most luckiest man on earth to have you in his dark and gloomy life.
Would you sit beside my dead body knowing a bomb was about to go off? Would you accept your fate to lay with me in the stars forever?
It's so nice being on tumblr because you don't even have to make your own post but people would still follow you anyways if you're good at rebloging posts they like
Johnny would sketch how he imagines your tits to look like in that little notebook of his.
God forbid you find it by accident one day and see the skimpy, sexy drawings of you in tiny little spaghetti strap tops that barely cover your tits spilling out of the top and sides of it. As well as detailed drawings of your bare tits smushed together…
JOHN PRICE JOHN PRICE JOHN PRICE JOHN PRICE JOHN PRICE
you and me both honestly
MWIII? What are you talking about? Must’ve had a crazy dream, dude. Did you forget to take your daily fic? Edit? Fanart? Can’t forget those, man, they’re for your own good. Enough with the MWIII, it’s not real, it can’t hurt you.
Some little part of my brain just loves the thought of Simon “Ghost” Riley having a wife who’s extremely educated—possibly a master's or a PHD in some field—but who likes to be a stay-at-home wife. She knows she could go into a high-level job, but she’d rather be at home doing her hobbies like writing, gardening, or hell, even making stained glass murals. And you know Simon would not only praise you but brag and gloat about his intelligent woman.
Maybe this is just my little fantasy of wanting to be a SAHW but still wanting to be extremely educated.
Sorry, I'll see myself out 🫡
Trying to prove a point to my divorce lawyer.