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- SIMON ‘GHOST’ RILEY FIC RECS 2 -
my big, broody husband | note: this is COD so there are some trigger warnings like: blood, guns, injuries, military stuff, death so please beware of them. there also also 18+ content so minors DNI. don't forget to read the authors' warnings | more will be added!
part one | main masterlist
SERIES - MULTI-CHAPTERS
yes, lieutenant • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @sinkovia (very very angsty, violence, smut)
forcedhusband!simon x reader
↳ by @suimon (sooo much fluff, comfort, slow burn, mutual pining, lots of bantering)
unexpected | part two • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @dammn-dean (pregnant!reader, angst, comfort, fluff)
the roommate • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @a-small-writer-in-a-big-world (angst, fluff, smut, kidnapping, simon here made my heart so fuzzy)
please love me | part two • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader
↳ by @rowarn (angst, smut, comfort, tw’s like depression, sa and suicide)
actions have consequences | part two • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!civilian!spouse!reader
↳ by @mrweh (heavy angst, mean!simon)
office romance • supervisor!simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader
↳ by @hecateslore
you had his baby and he didn’t know | part two • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @sgrplumditz
ghost distribution system | part two | part three • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader
↳ by @katz-chow
ONE-SHOTS - BLURBS - HC’S
his heart, his light, his world • dad!simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @thexsilentxwordsmith (so so fluffy)
no judgement • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @blingblong55 (so so so fluffy, dad!simon)
consequences • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @sinkovia (very angsty, tw: miscarriage)
a place to be weak • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader
↳ by @cherryredstars (fluff, little angsty)
superficial wounds, deep devotion • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader
↳ by @tacticaldiary (fluff)
tormented by a ghost • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @shotmrmiller (mean!simon, little explicit)
lights • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @babygirl-riley (dad!simon fluff, angst, childhood trauma)
sunshine • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader
↳ by @sgtcosmo (fluff)
whispers and words • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @dammn-dean (angst, slightly suggestive, happy ending)
secret haven • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader
↳ by @lightwing-s (fluff, secret relationship)
gentle love • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @floatingfireflies (fluff)
his girls • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @casiia (dad!simon, domestic!simon, fluff, slight angst)
migraines • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader
↳ by @mockerycrow (fluff, physical hurt/comfort)
family ties • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader
↳ by @lundenloves (angst, dad!simon but not a cute dad ahaha)
longing • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader
↳ by @yawnderu (fluff)
hold it together while the world is on fire • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader
↳ by @unreliablesnake (major character death, grief, angst, tw: drug abuse)
is it too soon? • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @unreliablesnake (fluff, simon is whipped, grief)
in another life • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader
↳ by @suimon (very angsty, hurt but no comfort)
over his shoulder • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @imperihoe-writes (tooth rotting fluff)
sweet dreams, my love • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader
↳ by @qtboni (so fluffy)
the sacrifice • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader
↳ by @bravo4iscool (medic!reader, fluff, angst but happy ending)
wrong words • simon ‘ghost’ riley x 141!reader
↳ by @milf-murdock (hurt/comfort)
being chosen… by a baby • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!single mom!reader
↳ by @southernbluebellereader (fluff)
big guy • simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader
↳ by @kivino (fluff, jealous!simon)
gentle giant • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @asph6lt (fluff, soft!simon)
girl dad • dad!simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @thexsilentxwordsmith (very fluffy)
home invasion • neighbour!simon ‘ghost’ riley x gn!reader
↳ by @oceantornadoo (hurt/comfort, violence, fluff)
everything’s gonna be okay • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @pearlofthesirens (hurt/comfort)
meet the family • simon ‘ghost’ riley x civilian!reader
↳ by @sim0nril3y (angst, comfort, family issues)
oh muse, tell me of the things done by golden aphrodite • simon ‘ghost’ riley x fem!reader
↳ by @sprout-fics (smut, greek mythology au)
late night embrace • simon ‘ghost’ riley x reader
↳ by @mondaysoct (fluff, slightly explicit)
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The real barbie is Y/n.
Y/n’s a doctor, a cop, a scientist, an agent, vet, hero, villain, astronaut, lawyer, spy, criminal, artist, chef, engineer, psychologist, architect, journalist, firefighter, event planner, mechanic, photographer, musician, actor, interior designer, bartender, fashion designer, barista, florist, forensic scientist, flight attendant, profiler, tour guide, translator, etc.
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the book is read was about a war in my country, but one part specifically stood out to me.
i can’t remember much but it was from the perspective of an active duty soldier recalling his moments during that war. he spoke about how in the middle of everything, whilst they were trekking somewhere, they reached a church and the church was full of bulletholes where the light seeped through and scattered amongst the splintered wood on the ground from the pews.
then he mentioned how before everything happened, before he became a soldier, he wanted to be a priest. and that genuinely made me think about how everything can just do a complete 180 and you’re doing the opposite of what you once wanted to do.
idk, it really stuck out to me because i then realised after that, the soldier in that book is the 2nd soldier i know who wanted to be a priest before they became a soldier.
it just stuck with me man
Nobody understands the bond between a girl and the mediocre book she read when she was 13 years old.
#its just surreal how everything changes#how we can become the opposite of what our past selves longed for#it makes me think about how different i’ll be in the future#honey has the mic
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art parallels
jeremy lipking, federico zandomeneghi, serge marshennikov, allan douglas davidson, svetlana tartakovska
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paying a little visit to a beloved mutual's blog after not seeing them on the dash for a while as if i'm dropping by their cottage with some biscuits and jams in a wicker basket
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part 2 of regency era!ghost x f!reader
you never truly appreciated your solitude until it was being threatened.
honestly.
you didn't know how happy, or at the very least, mildly content, with how alone you've felt all these years until your husband decided to barge into your life.
you've endured endless rumours about an unconsummated marriage because the man can't bear to be in your presence for more than five minutes. you've endured whispers, snickers and odd looks from noblemen, women and commoners alike because your own husband deems you unfit to be his wife and he didn't have to say it out loud to any of them.
his presence used to be something you longed for. even the mere crinkle at the corners of his eyes to indicate a smile would've been a milestone achieved (not that you've ever achieved it). the mere touch of his fingers against your hand would leave you elated for the rest of the day.
but now?
your spine grows taut if he so much as looks your way. he stands a little closer to you at formal gatherings, opting to start a conversation with you. he finds you in the gardens or in the library when you know you've expressed to the handmaidens that you do not wish to be disturbed. but alas, he is the king. no one dares to contradict the king.
which is quite unfortunate because every waking moment he spends orbiting around you fills you with dread. you crave his absence more than anything now.
you wish he could go back to his mistresses. whatever it is he said or did to offend them enough to cast him out of their beds, you're certain it can be rectified and you can go back to existing in peace.
"you can paint." his voice trails behind you.
your brush strokes pause and your head shifts a bit to the side, your gaze catching on the flowers on your left before returning to your canvas. the soft scrape of footsteps on grass comes closer until you feel his presence at your side.
you continue your task, unwilling to give him your full attention. it's his own fault. he came to see you at a bad time. "an astute observation, your majesty."
his head tilts at your work, curious eyes examining your technique. you then feel the weight of his gaze on the side of your face. "i didn't know you could paint."
"no. you did not." it's not meant to be harsh. it is the truth.
you don't see the way his eyes crinkle under his mask, but you certainly hear the amusement in his voice. "why the hostility, my queen?"
"i am not being hostile, you majesty. forgive me if it appears so." you make a broad swipe over the blues and greens then dipped your brush in more paint.
he lets out a sound akin to a chuckle. you don't know what to make of it. ignoring it was your best and only choice.
"i don't mind it." he says. "it amuses me."
amuses him, you think. if that's the reason he suddenly shows interest in you, then you remind yourself to be as bland as this morning's soup.
suddenly, you want to leave. his presence is oppressive. you can't focus with him gawking at you and your painting like this.
"i could've sworn i had paintings in my study not too long ago." he muses, eyes crinkling with amusement. he knows about your paintings and only now does he choose to acknowledge them.
you suddenly lose interest in your canvas at the fact. you dip the brush in the cup of water and turn your back to him. "i know. i made them."
"what happened to them?"
"if i recall, you asked the servants to throw them out."
you don't bother to wait for his response as you gather your palette and start the journey back to your bed chambers.
you don't realize how much your statement gutted him.
considering that you haven't had a proper conversation with your husband since the day you met him, imagine your surprise upon receiving a letter; a dinner invitation.
when you think about it, truly think back to the last three years of being trapped in this loveless marriage, the invitation itself contradicts everything you know regarding how he feels about you.
you've never had to speak to him outside of formal gatherings and meetings with nobles and other people. never had to touch him more than what is required for public appearances. if anything, he can't seem to stand your presence. always leaving you alone when he found the chance to, always shoving you far away from his vicinity if he's in the mood.
he's only bedded you at least twice a month out of an obligation to make an heir. never mind the fact that you've never stayed in his bed until past sunrise, nor has he in yours.
so this, sitting across from him at a table played out with a variety of dishes and plates, this is new.
"my queen." you think his eyes are squinting under the mask. it's almost hard to tell under the candlelight. "thank you for joining me."
like you had a choice in the matter.
you resist the urge to force a smile. better to stay as neutral as possible than to give any reaction. "thank you for inviting me."
let's get this over with, you thought to yourself as you slowly picked up the fork and met his eyes from across the table.
you keep a neutral tone and a guarded expression throughout the entire dinner. whether he's bothered by it or not, it's hard to tell. he only asks about your day.
which is... a first. he never cared until now. you were quiet for a moment as you thought about the day's events, thinking of anything you'd done differently to warrant an invitation to dine with the king.
you hadn't done much today. visiting an orphanage wasn't out of the ordinary for you. neither was having to make sure that there was enough harvest to get the kingdom through the coming winter. after you'd done that, you spent the afternoon planning next week's ball.
really, you can't think of a single thing you haven't done in the past to make the king want to speak to you. not one thing... that you know of.
the fork was slowly twirled between your fingers as you carefully minced your words. "fairly uneventful. nothing that would interest you, your majesty."
"let's agree to disagree." he leaned back in his chair. "i want to know what my wife has been up to."
his wife— odd. very odd. very out of character for him to even acknowledge you as something more than the bane of his existence.
his wife— you suddenly find it hard to breathe. a heavy ache swells in your chest. it reaches up like a fist and grips your throat.
his wife— the words made you want to hurl yourself out the window and drop to your death.
your eyes drop to the food on your place and stayed fixed there. you can't tell if you're frightened or angry at this new change in... dynamic.
you settle for apathy. it's the only logical reaction. the only thing that will keep you sane when he's deliberately trying to steal your sanity.
"like i said, your majesty." you stab the piece of meat with your fork. "nothing that would be of interest."
if he's disappointed by the stone wall you chose to put between you and him, he doesn't show it. good. you'd much rather be confronted with his indifference than anything else, since you're so used to it.
you can only hope this would be your last night dining with him.
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you’re gonna look me in the eyes and tell me that this isn’t soap and roach?
#honey has the mic#tf141#cod mwiii#cod mw1#call of duty modern warfare 2#call of duty modern warfare#john soap mctavish#john soap mactavish#soap mactavish#gary roach sanderson
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SIMON "GHOST" RILEY
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare III (2023)
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cuddling doesn't have to be romantic
cuddling can be platonic.
cuddle your friends
cuddle your friends
cuddle your friends
cuddle your friends
#listen i hate physical affection#but you shouldn’t wait for the day where you can’t hug your friends anymore#cuddle and hug your friends every chance you get
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HE REPLIED EVERYBODY CHEERED (i feel pathetic for chasing a white guy rn.)
i have so much game (i got worried when he replied to the text he sent me)
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oh my god.
“oh i’m a feminist. i wanna put a woman on top. and on the back, on her knees”
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it’s going so well!! (ive been on delivered for hours)
i have so much game (i got worried when he replied to the text he sent me)
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writing reader inserts is so funny because it's like. yeah you would NOT say that but now you do and you're gonna enjoy it. it's inevitably pouring a part of you into this fic. it's describing your dissociative daydreams in overly detail to everyone searching specifically for food to feed their dissociative daydreams. it's coming up with a hundred different scenarios on how to get railed by your favorite 2D man and yeah his dick is always big and he wants you so badly. it's playing barbie with Y/N who is like an universal OC at this point. it's going on silly little adventures in my mind and taking you all with me. reader inserts i love you so much.
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i have so much game (i got worried when he replied to the text he sent me)
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