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ragingbookdragon · 1 year

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How do you think a soccer match would go with the 141 would go? I think you’ve reblogged some art of them as players, so I wanted to ask. I think they’d take it a little too seriously lol

Hey, quick question, have you ever met teenage boys at recess? Y'know how they act like it's the goddamn Olympics? They don't grow out of it--they just get bigger.

Now, Soap is a soccer fan, I HC he grew up playing soccer on the local school teams and even had a shot at getting invited to uni for a scholarship before he enlisted.

Ghost, like Price, played rugby growing up.

Alejandro and Rudy grew up in the heart of soccer territory--they've been playing since before they could talk. Rudy actually went to school on a soccer scholarship, and Alejandro coached his little brother's teams all throughout his life, and he occasionally referees and coaches his nephew's.

Gaz plays golf but enjoys running in soccer. He typically fights Soap for the goalie position.

It's Price, Soap, and Ghost against Gaz, Alejandro, and Rudy. Kate referees. It is a brutal game and at first it's all fun and games, but Ghost steals the ball from under Rudy and then it's game on. These men are tripping each other, shoving, whoever can get the most goals at this point. Kate gives up reprimanding players and just let's them go.

Alejandro and Rudy win of course, because it ended up being the two best soccer players against the entire 141.

They've never let them live it down and now it's an annual thing to come down to Las Almas and play soccer.

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bonesincatharsis · 1 year

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headcanon that soap not only knows how to play the piano but is also insanely good at it. like he started learning at the age of 5 and practiced often until he finished high school and to this day is still very good at it.

the entire task force was very surprised when they found out about this.

#mw2 #cod mw2 #john soap mactavish #mw2 headcanon #call of duty #obligatory apology bc english is not my first language #and idk if i phased this correctly #mwii

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empresskylo · 5 months

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you can't convince me that simon doesn't swoon when you first start calling him by his first name.

like he's so used to being ghost to everyone. even back home, he doesn't have many people there anymore, no one to know him as simon. at most, it's the man at the local convenience store or his one nice neighbor in the apartment across from his who knows him as that. and on that rare occasion price says his real name, he feels human again.

but when he finally tells you his name, you instantly start using it instead of calling him ghost. the first time he hears it over comms, he gets this weird butterfly feeling in his stomach. he becomes so infatuated with the way you say his name.

he likes that you're the only one to call him that, just like he's the only one to call soap johnny. when someone else teases him, asking if they can call him simon too, he definitely grunts out a ‘i wouldn’t if i were you’

and whenever you call him si, he is reminded how much he fucking loves you. he gets so soft when you call him that. it's like reminding him he's not just a killer or a weapon of mass destruction. he's a person. he's your person. he's more than the mask.

#simon riley headcanons #simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #ghost mw2 #ghost call of duty #ghost cod #ghost #simon riley #cod mw2 #ghost x reader #simon riley fanfic #ghost fanfic #ghost headcanons #simon ghost riley headcanons #simon riley fluff #fluff #ghost fluff

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teamblck · 3 months

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YEAH? AND?

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simonrileysfavteacup · 14 days

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As always, Simon stumbles into your shared apartment, sighing. He drops his gear by the door, stripping himself down to his boxers.

He walks into the living room, where the tv was on mute and a figure slept on your couch. He smiles, heading over to you, a blanket over your sleeping body. Simon stares at you for a moment before picking you up, making you stir awake.

He smiles, “Hi lovie.”

“Si?”

“‘Hats me.”

“You’re home?”

“Yup.”

“I haven’t made dinner…”

“S’ what? Pizza place down the stree’ is open.”

“But you deserve a home cooked-”

“Lovie? Why are you s’ hot?”

You blink. “What?”

“Like burnin’ hot…what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.”

“Your burnin’, lovie.”

“I’m fine,” you lie, thrashing around in his arms. “I needa make dinner!”

“You’re sick?”

You don’t respond.

“Bed. Now.” That was his stern voice. His lieutenant voice. “‘m orderin’ takeout.”

“But-”

“Lovie,” he warns. “Don’t make me tie you t’ the bed. Now, stay there an’ rest.”

He leaves the room to order dinner. When he gets back, you’re fast asleep.

***

You stir awake hours later, the TV in your bedroom on, Simon sitting next to you. He’s munching on a rice bowl. You groan, “My head hurts.”

“Have ya taken any meds?” You shake your head. He holds out a bite of his food to you. You accept it happily. “Got them rice pla’ers you love so much.”

“Thank you. I can never get old of them.”

“You should.”

“I love you so much, but I haven’t gotten old of you.”

He rolls his eyes. “You’re gone take some meds after eatin’, ‘kay?”

You nod. “Love you, Si.”

“Love you too, lovie.”

#simon riley #ghost imagine #ghost x reader #ghost simon riley #ghost cod #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley fluff #simon ghost riley #ghost call of duty #simon riley cod #cod #simon #ghost mw2 #ghost #ghost headcanons #ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfic

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euno11a · 18 days

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your boyfriend Simon gets home from a mission, and he’s very clearly tired and exhausted from the whole day. The main mission was to catch Makarov and lock him up for good. Sadly, the mission went wrong and they didn’t catch him, and that means Simon has been on edge ever since.

you were trying to get him to fall asleep, but nothing worked. That’s when you instructed him to lie on his tummy, and he did so. You started massaging his shoulders, squeezing and massaging the sore and tight muscles. He let out small groans when he felt the tension release. Your hands gently grazed over his shoulders after, gently gliding over his shoulders in a gentle and steady motion. But when he felt your fingertips dance over his shoulders, he had to ask.

“Wha’re you doin’, lovie?” He asked in a relaxed manner, voice slightly muffled my the pillow.

“I’m making pizza…” you mumbled quietly as you did gentle chopping motions over his shoulders. “Adding some green peppers…” you said as you continued the motion. You pressed your finger tips to different spots on his shoulder in a dotting motion, “I like olives, so I’m gonna add some…”

as you continued your motions, a small smile broke out on his lips. These were the moments he missed and loved with you. These weird yet comforting moments that made his day better. “So ‘m your pizza?” He asked quietly, smile evident in his voice.

your soft hum of approval made him chuckle, a sound that always made you smile. His eyes started to droop and you repeated the motions a few more time, eventually fully falling asleep.

“Now I gotta put it in the oven.” You said as you pulled the cover over his bare back and laid beside him, nuzzling into his side. You could hear his gentle and even breaths and you pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“Pizza’s done…”

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witchthewriter · 1 month

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Gaz: I sleep with a knife under my pillow.

Soap: Weak. I sleep with a gun.

Y/N: You’re both pathetic

Soap: What do YOU sleep with?

Y/N: Simon.

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konigsblog · 9 months

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frustrated mornings with simon riley

simon will refuse to let you go in the morning. large, burly arms wrapped around your form, holding you close to his figure while he snored. even through sleep, his grip was iron; impossible to break free from, despite how he let his guard down.

you wanted to get up, the birds chirping was your awakening, the sun rising up and peaking through the blinds nearly blinding you, straight into your eyes, hiding in his chest. simon's aroma is specific; tobacco sticking to his clothes, a slight scent of musk and cedarwood from his cologne, comforting.

a small sound of frustration brought you back to reality, his eyes slightly open as he tiredly gazed at you; eyes full of adoration. simon only gripped you tighter, small giggles as he buried his face into the crook of your neck, huffing at your hair - the shampoo essence lingering. his touch was smoothed, playing with his hair gently as he fell back into a slumber.

the man now atop of you, impossible to push the weight off. he's too heavy - from muscle mass. you whimper, pushing him off before he grabbed your wrist. “no..- five more minutes, love..” he grumbled, and you knew it wouldn't just be ‘five minutes’, instead another hour or two, maybe three, maybe you should just spend the day together in bed, why not?

is there any place like home? home is being under his grasp, his body caging around you, protecting you from his nightmares that kept him awake at night, staring down at your and brushing the hair from your face as he checked your pulse for what felt like the a millionth time to simon. he couldn't control how his chest rised and dropped rapidly, cuddling into you, finding comfort in the fingertips running down his back, massaging the muscles from his aches and begging you to stay longer.

no place you'd rather be than with simon, protecting eachother from the wild nightmares and fears that took over one's mind, leaving eachother with swollen lips as you'd told eachother how much you truly need and love one another through words and tender kisses. kissing him 'til he passed out atop of you, the weight of the world atop of you - simon.

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shmalk · 2 months

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ghost has no idea what to make of you. you show up out of nowhere, barely a day after price announces that they have an extra addition on their team for the next mission, and then you show up.

you're nothing like them - you probably haven't seen a man get shot, never felt your bones break and have to set them yourself in a fight. he has this sick fantasy of breaking you, wiping that stupid smile off your face and watching you crumple as he breaks your spine with one hand.

soap loves having you on base, you're good with a gun and you'll joke with him about almost anything - sure, you never come out to the pub with them, but whenever they come back to base you've cooked something and that's better than any pint of beer johnny's ever had.

he's worried, he thinks you wont make it out there - beside them. you're small, and not in the sense that you're short, in the sense that there's barely anything to you, nothing to grab if you trip in the middle of active fire.

gaz is just finally glad to have someone else to talk to, to complain about soap and ghost to, rant about how price pissed him off. you're always willing to talk, which is probably a good thing.

he always turns down his radio whenever you're on a mission together, he doesn't want to hear you die, or hear your voice trail off as you get caught. he has to bite his knuckle whenever you speak out of fear.

price is sick of it, sick of watching the boys play with you like a doll and then sit you delicately back on the shelf, so he takes matters into his own hands and shoots you between the eyes.

you sit up four minutes later.

ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ

i just rlly like the idea of immortal!reader but the guys have no idea and suspect nothing until they get shot in the head and then just,,, get back up !

#john price #john soap mactavish #kyle gaz garrick #simon ghost riley #task force 141 #simon riley x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #john price x reader #kyle garrick x reader #141 x reader #141 headcanons #141 x you #call of duty #cod headcanons #cod mw2 #shmalk ! ᧔♡᧓

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tacticalprincess · 1 month

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sometimes you wonder how different the way könig handles you is opposed to the way he handles his opponents when he’s out on the field. youve never seen him in action, könig’s always been vigilant about keeping you as far removed from that part of his life as possible, but it’s not like you haven’t heard stories about how good he is at his job, how stealthily he takes down fully grown men with just his hands. the same hands that cradle your cheeks when you look up at him adoringly; that prepare you meals with love and care.

the same hands he makes you suck on, instructing you to get his long fingers nice and wet for him.

there’s something practiced about the stern way his large, scarred hands manipulate your body. the way he so effortlessly manhandles you into different positions, like now— sprawled out across his brawny body, broad chest pressed to your back, helpless and completely surrounded by him. the way he forces your legs open when your instinct is so clench them closed, trying to wrest away from his skilled fingers, giving you no choice but to lay back and take whatever he decides to give you.

he was slightly annoyed by all the squirming you were doing while he was watching his show, struggling to get comfortable when there was a pulsing ache in between your thighs that being in his presence always seemed to evoke. he knows you so well, fingers searching for the telltale sign of dampness around your panties. he’d tsked to himself as he slid his big hand inside, spreading your puffy folds and rubbing softly at your sensitive clit.

“shh, liebchen, don’t try to fight me now. this is what you needed, ja?” “why you running from me, hm?” he responds to your whining so sweetly once he’d bullied his his thick fingers in your tiny hole, fingertips massaging your gummy walls. he’s not a many of many words, the way he handles you speaks for itself. you’d like to think the tenderness that seeps through his firm touch is reserved just for you.

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angelltheninth · 2 months

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König Bottoms Out For the First Time

Pairing: König x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, gentle sex, size kink, bottoming out, praise, clit stimulation

A/N: The big man needs big love.

"König... too big... it won't fit." Your eyes watered as you looked at his huge cock pushing into your tight pussy. After he's been eating you out for hours he finally felt like you were ready for his cock. You fucked him many times but he'd always held himself back. Not tonight, tonight he goes all out because tomorrow he's leaving for a few months.

"It will fit. You're wet, so wet, taking what I give you. You can take this final inch for me can't you? My beautiful girl." König's hand pressed against your tailbone to push your hips further up while his other hand traced from his cock to your clit.

You let out a broken whimper at the added stimulation, your body reacting accordingly. The tightening of your pussy around his girth didn't make it any easier for your big boyfriend's cock. He enjoyed it all the same, the feeling of your inner walls sucking him in.

"Too... much... I can't." The cry you let out wasn't because of the discomfort or pain but because you felt as if you were letting him down. Not one to give up, or liking it when you cried, he needed to prove you wrong.

König pulled back out and then slowly back in, not pushing past your set limit yet. His meaty thighs smacked against your ass, the bed protesting under you but holding strong. His fingers stayed on your clit, rubbing, pinching the sensitive bud between his fingers. Your pussy didn't get a moment of rest, constantly stretched and filled and adjusting to his huge cock.

"You can take it. Want to know why? Because you're perfect for me. This pussy was made to take my cock, it was made just for my cock, a perfect tight, wet hole for me. I'll make his pussy remember the shape of it so that when I get back you'll have no problem taking all of me." This was his way of promising to come back to you. And with his cock bottoming out, with his balls smacking against you, full of cum, he sealed that promise. "You did it, you took all of me. Look, look how perfectly we fit together."

You let out a slightly pained moan from being stuffed so full. It was more then you ever had in you in your life, your pussy was sore already. But there was also a pleasantness that came with feeling König's whole cock pulsing inside your cunt.

#könig #könig x reader #könig smut #konig x reader #konig smut #call of duty #call of duty x reader #cod #cod x reader #cod smut #cod headcanons #cod imagine #konig mw2 #mw2 x reader #mw2 smut

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empresskylo · 2 months

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You hadn’t expected Simon to get you anything for Valentine’s Day. It just didn’t really seem like his kind of holiday.

So you were rather surprised when he showed up with a bouquet of roses, a little handwritten note tied to them. Cliche, roses, but he knew you liked flowers. And he wasn’t above buying you cliche things. Simon knew he could show his love for you year round, and he always did in his own ways, but he had no problem treating you on February 14th either.

He didn’t just run out to the story and buy whatever random shit they had on the shelves, or snag a insincere hallmark card. He had gone to three different florists before he found the right mix of roses. He handpicked red, pink, and white roses, all arranged with baby’s breath decorating the sides. He thought they were rather pretty and wanted to make sure he got you a set you would actually like. Then he took a piece of paper and wrote you a little note. He drew a little heart at the top where he wrote your name, as wonky as it was. And he found a piece of ribbon, tying the card to the stem of one of the roses. He walked all the way to your apartment, smiling at himself imagining your surprise when he presented the flowers.

When you opened the door to a wide-grinned Simon, you thanked him for the gift, and he said, “Hope you’re hungry.”

“Oh. Simon, that’s okay. We don’t have to do that. I know the restaurants are all going to be packed and I don’t want you to have to—”

“Wasn’t really askin’, love.”

You quirked a brow, your face heating. “I don’t have anything nice to wear,” you said gesturing to your PJs. “I can’t go to some fancy—”

“Who said anythin’ bout fancy?” He winked at you before interlacing your fingers. Simon knew you didn’t do crowds and didn’t like to be fussed over, so of course he wasn’t about to take you out to eat on the busiest night of the year. He raised his other hand and showed you the bag of takeout, ready to curl up on the couch and watch whatever cheesy movie you wanted. And he was going to enjoy every minute of it.

He kissed your forehead before guiding you both inside your apartment, placing the takeout on the coffee table and pulling you into his lap.

#simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley headcanons #ghost call of duty #ghost mw2 #simon riley headcanons #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #valentines day

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granddaughterogg · 2 months

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Simon Riley truly wants to watch movies with you before sleep.

Of course he does.

Your dedication to the case disarms him, even though he wouldn't let it show. The amount of time you spend on choosing the right flick. The way you arrange your battered laptop on top of a pile of books set on a chair, placed at a strategic distance from your shared bed.

He loves to watch as you fluff the pillows (each one from a different set, including Blahaj the plush shark). To watch as you press the 'play' button and then look up to him with starry eyes, saying: "This is gonna be good!"

He's endeared to the way you crawl under the duvet (and under the electric blanket as well, because Simon is perpetually cold) to snuggle trustingly into his side. How you throw your short leg over his massive thigh, clad in grey sweatpants.

Here's the problem though. All those small luxuries...the soft bedding, the familiar warmth of your body and the pleasant buzz emitted by the laptop engulf Simon in a soothing sense of safety. And there's only one way that a trained soldier's body can metabolise such a feeling.

The man conks out instantly and sleeps like a stone.

At first, you felt offended by this rejection of your honed cinephile taste. By the fifth time, you've realised it wasn't about the films or about you.

You've stopped poking him. You'd just slid your fingers into his tousled, reddish-blond hair, which gets all wavy whenever Simon skips his bi-monthly trip to the barber. You've learned to enjoy the rest of the film by your lonesome, listening to Simon's quiet snores by your side. You let this troubled soul enjoy his moment of peace.

Yes - the fearsome Ghost snores. He's had his nose broken more times than he can remember.

#simon ghost riley #modern warfare #simon riley headcanons #ghost cod #ghost call of duty #simon x reader #simon riley cod #ghost mw2 #simon ghost riley x reader #simon riley x y/n #simon riley x you #simon riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley fluff #ghost x you #ghost fluff #ghost simon riley

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callmemickey · 9 months

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Simon Riley fucks intensely and passionately. He doesn’t grab your hair, or spit on your face, or cause you physical pain - my man’s has openly admitted to dealing with violent thoughts/dreams against women and wanting to be better. He might get rough if he’s stressed or angry, but he won’t be, like, throat fucking you for example. Sorry. I just can’t see it. He can be fast, but I don’t think he’s gonna be hardcore or degrading. I think if he gets the mask on, he miiiight be a little more… forthcoming.

Simon Riley finds sex to be the highest level of trust, love, and vulnerability. Don’t expect him to be a quick or easy lay. If he wants you intimately, this is the biggest honor you would ever receive from him. Maybe before he was tortured he would’ve been quicker to engage, but the Simon we know now? Yeah, you gotta work.

Simon Riley… ohhhhh he’s always asking you: “is that alright, love?” “that feel good?” “ahhhh, yeah, you’re a good girl, aren’tcha?” If you’re not feeling it, he’s not feeling it. he wants to make sure you’re into it 100%. the moment you grunt, wince, or groan in pain, he’s stopping to check up on his lovie. he just radiates Soft Dom energy to me (and I want him so bad). Simon loves to see you get all flustered, too. When you beg for him (and you’re a good girl) he will give you anything and everything you want.

Simon Riley being a Soft Dom… mmm, delicious. I love to imagine him praising and worshipping: “ahh fuck, i’ve missed my girl’s pussy” “so proud of you, taking my cock so well” “you want to be a good girl for me, don’tcha?” “you’re so beautiful when you struggle to fit me” if you’re engaged with him romantically, you’re his everything - man’s invested his entire soul and well-being into you. With that being said, throw him some praise, too! He’ll melt and become putty in your hands; he’ll do anything for you. Tell him how you were made for his cock, that nobody else makes you feel like he does, how you’re sooo good - but only for him. He’s definitely possessive of you - not in a red flag kind of way, but when you talk about how you’re his and only his… whew.

Simon Riley wants to see your face when you two are having sex. Anything missionary, missionary adjacent, cowgirl, it doesn’t matter, just let this man look at you! He doesn’t crave it, he needs it. Eye contact is so intimate, and if you’re shy and can’t maintain it? Ohhh, he’s gonna have fun. “eyes here, love” “don’t cover your face/close your eyes - i want to watch you cum” “you were just begging for my cock, don’t get all shy now” “be a good girl and look at me” he’s either coming inside or on your tummy/chest. preferably? inside.

Simon Riley prefers having a good session as opposed to a quickie. He likes doing things in the privacy of your shared home (because then you can be loud and cry his name as you cum on his cock for the 4th time 🤭). Sometimes, he’ll be desperate though, and this is when he gets a lil impatient. Like this one time, he went with you to your family’s Christmas party while being on leave for only a week, and he needed you. That man took you in the bathroom and railed you so hard you couldn’t leave for 15 minutes until you could stand without shaking (also not me writing this rn).

Simon Riley, upon specific request, will wear the mask in bed. Honestly, don’t expect this for a while, however. The mask serves as his identity - his separation from you. This will take a lot of courage on his behalf as you’re wanting to bring in something containing his countless sins and crimes into such an intimate situation. Like I said!!! It takes a while to get him this comfortable. Try to rush the process and you’re missing out on some pretty intense and animalistic fucking. It’s a rare time you can expect a more vicious kind of dirty talk from him: “fuckin’ hell, you like being a dirty little slut, huh?” “that pretty little face of yours deserves to be fucked” “your pussy was made for me” “shut up and keep taking it like a good girl should” “ahh, begging for my cock like the needy little slut you are”

Simon Riley loves aftercare, and he makes sure you feel loved during that time. Sweet Angel, we don’t deserve him. Massages, baths, checking on you emotionally and mentally, he’ll make you dinner, put on your favorite movie, and relax with you while he showers you with unconditional love and adoration. He’s obsessed with you. Get over it.

#simon riley x you #Simon Riley #cod mw2 #Simon ghost Riley #simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #ghost smut #simon riley smut #ghost x you #headcanon #ghost headcanons #simon riley headcanons

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mactavishsgfandwife · 1 month

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Simon Riley who bleaches his hair. (inspired by this)

There’s a weird smell in your flat. And no, for once, it’s not your boyfriend’s awful British ‘cooking’.

"Simon? You there?" you call out, kicking your shoes off and hanging your jacket up by the door.

"M’here," he calls back, occupied. The cat is sitting on the sofa, looking very unimpressed with his dad’s antics.

"Do you-" you turn a corner to see your boyfriend, staring into the bathroom mirror a little too intensely. One of those hair-colouring brushes is in his hand, painting a slightly blue-tinted paste over his short hair.

"Hey, sweetheart." Hr doesn’t turn from the mirror, but it’s clear that he’s struggling to hide the grin on his face as you catch him red-handed. Bleach-handed.

Simon bleaches his hair? It’s not naturally that colour? Not really knowing what to say, you just stand there and laugh a little, before stepping closer to investigate what he’s doing. He’s laid out all the products in no particular order, by the sink.

"Can y’get the back of my head?" he groans, turning his head in the mirror in an attempt to see how much of it he’s covered.

"Sure." You nod, standing on a chair to get a good vantage point over him.

"Missed a spot, Si," you coo, filling in the little section just above his nape that is not covered by the bleach, and lean to kiss his head, before deciding that that might not be a great idea. Instead, you hop down, and with his strong arms around you, reach up to give him a proper kiss.

"Thanks, love," he grins, not-so-subtly checking himself out in the mirror.

"This stuff stinks," you whine, giggling at this new hairstylist development.

thanks for reading! i was randomly inspired :3 i’m working through my requests atm, but they’re still open! check out my masterlist!

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