I can’t fall asleep when I’m excited so I would definitely wait for Simon to come home from deployment even if it’s at 3am. I couldn’t go to sleep even when he’s finally knocked out next to me snoring up a storm.
Felt. I'm like this, too, nonnie, especially when I have to wake up early to travel the next day.
As for Simon snoring, he snores loud enough to wake the dead (god knows how many times he's injured/broken his nose). Bonus points because he's a clingy gremlin koala so a Blanket Named Simon covers you and not only do you hear his snoring, you feel it reverberate throughout your body.
But it's all good because he looks rather peaceful now that he's home in good hands.
Doesn't stop you from running a finger lightly across his stubbled cheek, though, making him twitch and grunt some before he leans into your touch and grumbles, "Mmm..." like the sleepy blanket gremlin he is. You do it again, bleary dark eyes open and look at you, and he looks comically owlish. You grin and cup his cheek fully.
"Go back to sleep, Si."
And he closes his eyes without hesitation. Leans into your touch like it's the last thing he'll ever do. And proceeds to wake the dead back up with his snoring.
It's good to be home again.
⇧ this user is a whore for a fake marriage trope between price & reader for a mission
when i want fluff/angst fics and all i’m getting is smut
the struggle is real
Barry sloane with his dog, darla :)
John’s parents are extremely protective of you and I mean that they will fight John himself if he ever dares to hurt their precious angel of a daughter-in-law.
Once during Christmas dinner, John’s entire extended family was invited to it. Being his younger, prettier new wife meant that a lot of jealousy was going to be projected onto you.
From men wanting a more younger woman compared to their wives to boost their egos and from the women who felt threatened by you.
And you best believe that one of the women made a snide remark that would get her an eventual earful.
“It must be nice to be a pretty little thing. Being able to pick up men like our John here. Tell me darling how many men have ran through you before you met-“
A pair of hands slammed against the dinner table shaking it slightly and it was not by John but his loving, non-confrontational mother.
Your sweet mother-in-law went off, Emily Gilmore style. Pointing out all of the other woman’s flaws and unfavourable qualities. She went as far as blaming that woman’s looks and disgusting attitude for being the reason why her husband cheats on a regular basis.
The whole house was stunned, yourself included. The silence was only broken by John gruff snort. You looked at him with a raised eyebrow for him to only hold your hand underneath the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
Your mother-in-law sat down with a huff and carried on with dinner as if she hadn’t ripped someone a new one.
Best believe no one had said anything rude to you ever again.
Sniper besties
Gene gene gene gene i love you gene
What if Ghost really was a ghost? They say that sometimes a ghost attaches itself to a person rather than a location and this often happens early in life. What if Ghost had picked you at some random point in your childhood? He’d be protective beyond the boundaries of any normal, physical person, preventing harm from coming to you.
When you were small you never seemed to get the bumps and bruises other children got, almost as though an unseen hand was always there to catch you. In school the bullies rarely bothered you, as strange things happened when anyone tried to shove you. Shoelaces suddenly untied making the bully fall, of bags suddenly opened and their contents spilled. The one time someone decided to actually try to hit you, they flew backwards across the hall but the teacher didn’t believe it wasn’t you and you got in trouble. That’s teachers car then refused to start ever again.
As you got older and started taking an interest in dating things got really weird though. Make out sessions always ended abruptly when your partner suddenly got a bad headache, the atmosphere in the room becoming oppressive and cold, ever single time someone tried to touch you.
It was like the protective spirit wanted to keep you for himself. No one else was allowed to touch you. But when you lay alone, finding pleasure and release by yourself, you always felt a familiar presence, a weight pressing down ontop of you as you touched yourself.
Even though you couldn’t feel breath against your neck you could hear it, a rhythmic faint sound as though someone were mimicking the actions of your hands, kissing your neck without making contact.
On a few occasions you swore you felt something nudging against your hole, something that wasn’t there but sent a cold shiver along your nerves to your spine as you were pressed harder into the mattress by the unseen shape.
And when you finally came, still alone in the sweat soaked sheets, the phantom sighing sounded like someone saying mine.
his dead fish eyes and silly mask intrigue me
been 3 weeks on this s.y 2023-2024 and i already hate it