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itscherrylipsforme · 2 months

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🎶 for Jason? I have like a 300 song long playlist for him and I’m always looking for new ones to add!!

Sure! These are some that reminds me of him. Btw could I take a look at that playlist of yours if you don't mind? I would love to have a few tracks to listen while writing about him, please 🥺 Hope you like it 🫶🏼

Paper cuts by Nirvana: It's one of my faves from this band, and it has remind me to Jason childdhood since I listened to it for the first time

This Night Has Opened My Eyes by The Smiths: I see him being a The Smiths stand for unknown reasons, I can easily imagine him listening to this one just after he comes back from patrol to try to calm down

My oh my by Camila Cabello and DaBaby: Okay, this probably just makes sense for me because I headcanon him as at least half-latino and idk why the boy Camila describes in the song somehow fits me with his vibes. I just plaintly like it

Monsters by All Time Low, Demi Lobato and blackbear: I am sure that punk rock bands kicked him hard when he was younger, perfect track to listen while training hard

#answered asks #riley's playlists #saint valentine's event #always hopeless sometimes romatic event #jason todd playlist #jason todd #jason todd x reader

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yooo-lets-go · 7 months

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Sometimes it’s hard, it's hard to tell

#as promised #Depeche Mode lyrics again #going through my playlist thinking about ghost #I’m cringe but am I free?#debatable #call of duty #simon ghost riley #call of duty modern warfare #ghost babygirl #cod ghost #cod mw2 #depeche mode again

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wispscribbles · 1 month

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In our bedroom after the war

#ghostsoap #soapghost #my art #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #cod fanart #soap x ghost #ghoap #retired ghostsoap #‘in our bedroom after the war’ by stars is another song on my ghoap playlist #makes retired ghostsoap brain rot go brrr

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qtboni · 10 months

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╰﹒ 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 !

PAIRING: Ooc!Simon 'Ghost' Riley X Reader

OVERVIEW: He lashes out on you + very dismissive over your efforts for him :((

C/W: Angst, no comfort (see p2 for comfort!), mentions of toxic behavior (bcz words), offensive languages, depictions of mental health struggles (anxiety, but js tiny amount). [ fanart credits : ave661 on tumblr ]

W/C: 1.1k bubs

Simon had been going through a lot lately, and you could tell it was taking a toll on him. He had been working overtime at work, and you could see the exhaustion in his eyes every time he came home.

You want to do something special for him, something to lift his spirits up.

The air was charged with anticipation as Simon stepped through the door, making you want to burst out of happiness.

You had been eagerly awaiting his arrival, eager to show him what you'd been working on all day. You had been so excited to do something special for him, and you had gone the extra mile to make this night perfect!

The air, still thick with tension, Simon walked through the hallway. He'd had a long, hard day at work, and the last thing he wanted was to deal with anything else.

Price had been nagging him more than usual on the mission. Simon was tired and just wanted to rest, but Price's constant barrage of questions and commands was starting to get on his nerves.

He tried his best to keep his cool, but he couldn't help feeling a little bit frustrated. Despite his best efforts, he managed to keep his emotions in check and focus on the task at hand.

After the mission was over, Simon was relieved to finally have a moment to himself. He just wanted to rest and have a good night, but there you were, being a nuisance to him.

You could see the weariness in his eyes, as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He shrugged off your attempts to engage him, not wanting to deal with the small talk.

As Simon dropped his collection of his military wears in the near cabinet, you approached him, your heart still pounding with excitement.

"Simon," you said, your voice trembling and a cheeky smile forming on your lips. "I've been working on a special surprise for you all day. I made your favorite snacks, decorated the living room, and even picked out a movie I know you'll love! I just wanted to make tonight special."

Simon looked up at you, his expression unreadable. "What?" he asked, his tone sharp and exhaustion palpable in his voice.

Despite his attitude, you pushed forward, eager to show him the cozy living room setup you'd created.

"Ta da!" you exclaimed, gesturing to the cozy space. "I wanted to make our movie night extra special tonight, so I went all out."

You'd decorated it with fairy lights, set out the popcorn and drinks, and made sure the couch was nice and toasty with a mountain of blankets.

"I just wanted to do something special for you," you added, your voice light and upbeat.

Simon's expression fell. He looked at the setup as if it were an annoyance, and you felt your feelings going down the drain.

You tried to hide your disappointment though and put on a cheerful smile, but it was hard to hide the hurt in your eyes. "What's wrong?" you asked hesitantly.

Simon shook his head, and for the first time, you saw the signs of his stress and turmoil. His lips were thin, his brow furrowed, and you could tell that he was struggling just to keep it all together.

"I can't take on one more thing right now," he said, his voice rising with frustration. "I'm exhausted. I can't deal with this right now."

You felt a lump form in your throat as you realized the full extent of your mistake.

"I..."

Your heart sank.

You couldn't believe you hadn't realized how tired he looked, how haggard and stressed. You had been so caught up in your excitement that you had missed the signs, the signals that he couldn't take on any more.

You had been so eager to do something nice for him, and in doing so, you had only added to his burden.

A tense silence fell over the room, and you could feel the tension rising between you. You wanted to comfort him, to make things right, but you didn't know how.

"I'm sorry," you said, your voice barely above a whisper. "I just wanted to do something nice for you."

As you stood there in silence, your heart racing and tears swimming in your eyes, he finally spoke.

"Well, don't," he snapped, his irritation evident in his tone. "I can take care of myself. And I didn't ask for any of these."

You watch as he points to the decorated living room. Your efforts. Your hopes of having a good night of movies with him.

You felt the tears spill over and course down your cheeks.

"I didn't mean to make things worse for you," you said, your voice trembling. "I just wanted to do something nice for you, to lift your spirits. I didn't realize..."

Simon sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"I appreciate the effort, really I do. It's just..." He trailed off, searching for the right words. "Can you just stop being a bother? I can't take on anything else right now. I'm already stretched so thin, and I can't..."

You felt your chest tighten at his words.

You had always known that Simon was a hard worker, but you had never truly appreciated the toll it took on him. You had always been there to support him, to lift him up when he was feeling low, and you had always assumed that he would do the same for you.

At that moment, you realized that you had been asking too much of him. You could see the exhaustion in his eyes and the slump of his shoulders.

The realization hit you like a punch to the gut.

Your voice barely above a whisper, you managed to say, "I... I understand. I shouldn't have pushed you like that."

You could feel the hurt in your chest, like a physical pain that made it hard to breathe.

“Stop being a bother.”

The tears were already falling down your face, and your heart ached with the weight of your mistakes. It was just a reminder of how much you loved him and how desperately you wanted to be with him.

Simon didn't utter another word, just nodded his head, but his silence spoke volumes. An oppressive and heavy sense of unease permeated the air, leaving no doubt that there was nothing else to be said.

You stood there, feeling numb and defeated as you watched him leave to the bedroom.

You had learned a difficult lesson that night, and one that you would never forget. The road to happiness was not always smooth, and sometimes, even the people we love the most can hurt us without meaning to.

Tears filled your eyes over and over again as you realized how much your effort was taken for granted.

In that moment, you didn't understand why he was being so cruel to you, especially when you had put so much thought into making him happy.

All you wanted was to see Simon smile.

A/N: okay.. well.. he was an ass.. HELP simon pookie why would u do this to us? :(( we even made you popcorns and and even bought you your favorite drinks :(( we had to even ask ur best bud soap what kind of movies you like :(( we did so much for you :(( but it's okay ig. . . as long as you can have your rest. . . and well. . . goodnight :((

lmk if you guys need a part 2 cuz i be crying in my sleep

EDIT! part 2 is posted !!

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ghouljams · 11 months

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I am in desperate need of some cowboy fluff, how about y’all?

Somehow Simon's been handed a baby. It's a little funny. It's his own fault for being in baby handing distance with nothing to do. When your cousins had bustled into the house and started making a racket, passing out greetings and bags in equal measure, you were sure your older cousin would hand their newest addition to your dad. He was sort of the baby guy, the one that always seemed to calm down even the most colicky infants at family gatherings. So when you turn to introduce Simon and see your cousin pass her bundle of joy off to him you are almost as shocked as he is. Which is the understatement of the century, because he is pretty shocked.

He’s hardly budged from where he was standing when the baby was handed to him, looking big and unsure and absolutely stiff with nerves. You suppose it helps that no one is really talking to him, most of your cousins have moved to the kitchen to pick your pantry clean. You excuse yourself from catching up to go make fun of him.

“You look comfortable,” You grin. It really is a sight, such a tiny thing being held by such a big man. That baby is in the safest place in the world and it knows it, cooing and grabbing at Simon’s shirt, big wide eyes staring up at him like he’s the whole world. You know the feeling baby.

“Me and babies don’t mix,” He grits out, probably too nervous to even breathe.

“Maybe if you weren’t holding him like a snapping turtle you’d be more comfortable.” You tell him, moving close to adjust his hold. The baby’s head resting against his chest, nestled nice and cozy in his arms, not just resting on them like a hospital bed. You smile at your newest family member, poking his little nose and letting him grab your finger. When you look up at Simon his expression is… tight, you can’t place it. You sigh, “Come on, it’s not that bad.”

“It is that bad.”

“You’ve never thought about kids?” You mean it to be teasing but the look on his face makes you think maybe this is a more serious conversation.

“Men like me shouldn’t have children,” He mumbles, looking down at the baby chewing on your finger.

“My dad did a pretty good job.” He goes still again, for all the progress he’s made in being a person again Simon sure has a terrible opinion of himself. You shoot him a half-hearted glare, extracting your finger from its enthusiastic and gummy aggressor. “For the record, I think you’d be a great dad.” You tell him, turning to go back to the kitchen.

“At least take the damn thing with you,” He calls, it’s not as insistent as you would’ve thought. You think he might actually like holding the baby. You wave your hand over your shoulder at him.

“Nope, that’s your punishment. Pass him off to MacTavish when he gets here.” He’s lucky you’re not ratting on him to your dad. Men like him shouldn’t have kids... You’re a delight.

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“Who’s the wee man?” Soap asks, leaning to wiggle his fingers at the baby in Ghost’s arms. It giggles, reaching with one pudgy hand to grab at him, the other tiny fist wrapped around Ghost’s tags.

“I want you to be best man at my wedding,” Ghost says, absolutely not answering the question. Soap freezes, his brows raised.

“You’re getting married?”

“When she says yes.”

“This your bairn?” Soap asks, feeling more confused than he already was. Ghost makes a face.

“Johnny how the hell would this be my kid?” Ghost snaps, earning a bug eyed sniffle from the baby in his arms that caught both men’s attention. It’s the last warning before the baby scrunches up his face, building up enough red frustration to let out a sobbing wail. Soap is quick to scoop the fussy infant from Ghost’s arms, shushing him as he cradles him against his shoulder.

“Anno, let’s find your mum wee man, get you away from mean old Ghost.”

“Not a word of this MacTavish,” Ghost calls after him.

“More scared of Goose than her gander, sorry mate.”

#I'm handing everyone babies and you can't stop me #listening to my cowboy playlist and thinking about Soap and his nun #maybe i'll write some soap stuff #or more Price stuff and expand his brand #cowboy!Ghost #simon ghost riley #simon ghost x reader #ghost call of duty #ghost x reader #reader x ghost #simon ghost riley x reader

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tojisun · 2 months

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“would you have chosen me, anyway?”

he stops, body frozen except for his hands—trembling as they are; aged and forever-ruined—and he turns only to see you looking away, hiding your face from his keen gaze.

there is something loaded in his silence, and when years crawl by he would look back to this moment and wonder why it took him so long to reply. to spill the reassurances on the tip of his tongue.

because this goodbye took so much from him. because he has, had, only one good thing in his life and yet, he had to let you go.

there is much to be said about a house of cards, after all—their toppling is inevitable.

“oh,” you say after a while. “oh.”

there is a hiccup, a sob stifled behind palms.

he jolts from where he stands—

“please, just go.”

he reels himself in, balling his hands into fists. he breathes in sharply, the weight of his grief pressing against his ribs, and walks away.

i’m sorry.

i’msorryi’msorryi’msorry.

#simon ghost riley x reader #john price x reader #soap x reader #gaz x reader #suns #my playlist did a silly and gave me sad songs so heres a speedrun of my thoughts

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thejacketscloset · 2 months

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Ghost listens to smashing pumpkins, pearl jam, nirvana, Our Lady piece, beck, the offspring and probably a whole bunch of other rock bands send TWEET

#projecting my music taste is my fav thing to do tbh #im prob gonna make a ghost playlist at some point #but like songs i think he woukd listen to #simon ghost riley

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sant-riley · 6 months

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I worked on some of the boys playlists after like, a year. So I'm gonna share em again 🫡

Edit: purely vibes, also songs that remind me of them!!

Bonus bc I worked on theirs too;

#god forbid i dont have a character playlist for everyone ill die if i dont #ghost <3 #soap <3 #price <3 #gaz <3 #call of duty x reader #call of duty #simon ghost riley #kyle gaz garrick #john soap mactavish #john price #teddy <3 #Spotify

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pettyprocrastination · 15 days

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as much as I love 141 medieval au's here the reader is a noble lady saved from her marriage or some lone townswomans rescued by the group of knights (looking @ my own nun!reader in this) I do love the notion of a lady knight.

A badass woman with no name or backstory that's taken up the life of a sellsword- who scoffs at the notion of "honor" when spilling blood on your blade- death is death. Honor means nothing for God or king.

Her hair is cut close to her scalp, because it's all too easy for somebody to grab a handful of those soft locks and be at the perfect position to slit her throat in a fight. Covered in scars and carried by aching bones that broke years ago but never quite healed properly.

Maybe Price is a king who sees this helmeted figure fighting at a tourney for his name day and asks for their name- their noble house only to learn you have none. Simply a desire for the money awarded to the winner.

Maybe Gaz is beloved prince who often sneaks out from his guards nose to mingle with the common folk- who enjoys sitting in a tavern with others and singing songs while drinking ale with a pretty little thing on his lap until he's walking back to the palace and finds a blade at his neck in a dark alley as you warn him that noblebloods should never walk unaccompanied- it makes the job far too easy.

Maybe a beautiful noble lady is sent to stay under the eye of a royal family in discussion for marriage- when the house offers to gift her one for their personal guards of the 141, she insists she more than happy with her own- you. The silent armor-clad figure standing close to her side. (yes I miss domentzia. she's my wife and always will be).

#TJ talks #anyways. idk where I'm going with this #listening to my knightcore playlist for this one girlies #I have a lot more of these stored in my brain if anybody wants to hear more #thinking about Sandor clegane's monologue from the got narrations of 'what is honor' and that's the vibe were going for today #141 x reader #john price x reader #Kyle gaz Garrick x reader #Simon Riley x reader #can't see Simon as a noble blood unless he's like. new generation #in the same way of sandors family where his dad was named a house after saving a Lannister from being mauled by a lion #he would be a recent nobility that was gifted to him after accidentally helping some royal or something of that nature #anyways #I love period pieces so so much

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tanked-up · 7 months

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(Ghost just chilling with his headphones on)

Soap: You know sometimes I wonder, because when Ghost puts on his headphones one can say his listening to metal rock, punk…

Soap: But man, I once took his headphones out when he was sleeping and he was listening to the FUCKING NINJA TURTLES THEME SONG. Had to sleep with an eye open

Soap: So from now on I’ll expect the must unhinged stuff coming from his headphones

#Ghost’s playlist #Soap got traumatized #never again #ghostsoap #call of duty #john soap mactavish #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #cod modern warfare #simon riley #incorect quote #ninja turtles #spotify

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kariwase · 4 months

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I've created a playlist for Ghost somewhat similar to the ones I usually come across (but not really, kinda wanted to give it a more 2000-2010ish feel?); this one is more focused on him as a character and how he would evolve if he were to find love and hope in someone new (being an OC or a reader), especially after Soap died (rest in peace king). It is still a work in progress as I am still ordering the songs chronologically and without abrupt changes of musical style (in case you are not in shuffle and follow the playlist in order of course!). I think it's worth the share, so I hope you all like it as much as I do! It inspires my writing and love for him.

#simon ghost riley #ghost #simon riley #ghost call of duty #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #modern warfare 2 #mw2 #spotify #spotify playlist #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #cod #Spotify

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mylarena · 1 year

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Soap, not realizing his comms are on: [Mumbling] ... I'd really love to... Chug jug with you... We can be pro Fortnite gamers... Will you be my pro Fortnite gamer, pro Fortn-

Ghost: Johnny, what the fuck are you singing?

Soap: Hell's fuckin' bells- Simon!

#myposting #soaptag #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod mw2 #soapghost #ghostsoap #ghost x soap #soap x ghost #ghost/soap #soap/ghost #ghoap #incorrect call of duty quotes #im . its 4:30 in the morning and im reading fic + listening to my music playlist #i feel like soap just mumbles whatever the fuvk is in his head during missions

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tarmac-rat · 6 months

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"I don't make deals with the Devil; I make friendship bracelets."

#Cyberpunk 2077 #CP2077 #V #Johnny SIlverhand #Thinking about the dichotomy of Johnny being the devil on your shoulder but also -- potentially-- being your best friend if you let him #And one of the only people who genuinely has V's best interests in mind after a while #The concept of making friends with the demon in your head is................lovely honestly/#It was also born of me realizing that there are a few songs I associate with Johnny and V but also particularly Riley that eplore the idea #of the singer having a conversation with the Devil a la Devil Went Down to Georgia #It's Called: Freefall is even in Riley's specific character playlist; though tbf it is the Paris Paloma cover #Aldi speaks #Literature

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ianthine-ichor · 3 months

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I'm not obsessed over any of these men. Anyway here are a couple songs that outline exactly how they would love their significant other 😌

Gaz

Soap

Price

Ghost

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thecowboykatsuki-anon · 4 months

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Simon ghost Riley absolutely listens to divorced dad rock.

#it makes up his entire gym playlist #hasn’t been updated since 2000 #I will not be taking criticism on this #ghost cod #Simon ghost Riley #cod modern warfare #ghost mw2 #Simon Riley

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javelinbk · 9 months

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The Life of Riley

Modern AU based on @pie-of-flames's @beatleskinkmeme prompt

John is a terrible driver, but a broke one, so he lets his aunt get him a job as a chauffeur. His first passenger is Paul, the wealthy son of a successful businessman, whose father wants him to follow in his footsteps. It soon becomes clear that neither men are happy with their current situation in life.

Chapter 1 - Haven’t had a dream in a long time

Chapter 2 - The luck I’ve had could make a good man turn bad

Chapter 3 - I find I spend my time waiting on your call

Chapter 4 - Who’s gonna pay attention to your dreams?

Chapter 5 - You take my pride and throw it up against the wall

Chapter 6 - Why pamper life’s complexity when the leather runs smooth on the passenger seat?

Chapter 7 - Who needs a lover that can’t be a friend?

Chapter 8 - Is that the way we stand?

Chapter 9 - Turned over a new leaf and then tore right through it

Chapter 10 - Is my timing that flawed?

Chapter 11 - But to lose you would cut like a knife

Chapter 12 - Heaven knows I'm miserable now

Chapter 13 - Come on baby, we better make a start

#more shenanigans along the lines of double fantasy and brother dearest #insightful literary art it is not #but hopefully people will find it fun #hope you love these boys as much as I do #also I take back what I said about father and son #this might be my favourite playlist #I just love the idea of john as an 80s gay anthems fan #the life of riley #javelin’s playlists #javelin writes

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