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@megggssstuff
I noticed something with the Even in Arcadia photos of Vessel...
Man is a tall chinchilla. He holds things like a chinchilla would. You ever seen a chinchilla hold things? Now you have and it looks like Vessel. I can't unsee it now neither can you 😁😍
Infinite baths
Washing over me at last
this Is so me
Simon: We should get married Y/N: We've been dating for less than a month Simon: And I think I've shown incredible restraint waiting this long
Y/N: People should stop asking me what I like if they're not ready to hear the answer Gaz: In your coffee, Y/N. I was asking for your coffee order. I didn't need to know that you liked getting choked or handcuffed Ghost, clipboard out: No no, Y/N, please keep going
Ghost: Ey, Cap. I’m heading out with some friends, that good with you?
Price, reading a book: I genuinely don’t care what you do on your days off, I don’t even know why you’re asking my opinion
Ghost, shrugging: Fair enough
Ghost: *leaves*
Price:
Price, yelling: WHAT FRIENDS?
Red. That was all Simon could see as he barreled through the barracks, ignoring the concerned onlookers as he slammed open door after door.
He was just washing up for the day, ready to head to his quarters when he’d heard whispers of you being admitted to medical. The words “banged up pretty good” were all he needed to hear before setting off in a panic to find you.
You were everything to him. Simon Riley was a man who swore he’d die alone and be happy doing so, until you came along. You, with your terrible jokes, your witty personality, your loyalty and determination and gods damn your fucking smile. He’d do anything to see you smile.
Love wasn’t something that came easy to Simon, but with you it did. Loving you was as easy as breathing, it was natural. He loved you from the moment he saw you, and would love you until the day he died.
The door to the infirmary flung open, and Simon strode in with purpose, his eyes scanning the entire room. When they landed on you, Simon felt his heart drop, his blood running cold.
“Who did this?” Was all he said, his cold gaze softening ever so slightly as he took in every cut and bruise that littered your beautiful skin. It took everything in him not to yell, to scream.
Your eyes dropped from his, your lips forming a thin line as the nurse beside you finished stitching the large cut that now adorned your shoulder.
“Y/N.” His voice was stern, causing you and the nurse to jump slightly.
With a small smile aimed at you, the nurse gave a polite nod to Simon as she ran past, leaving the two of you alone in the now eerily silent room.
“Tell me.” Simon demanded, sinking to his knees in front of you. When you still refused to meet his gaze, he gently rested his index finger on your chin and tilted your head to look at him. His eyes were soft, gentle as he gazed into your own. “Tell me.”
The tenderness in which Simon looked at you had your lower lip wobbling, a soft sob slowly escaping your mouth as you replayed what had happened in your head. “Simon, it’s okay.”
“It’s not. You need to tell me what happened.” His finger gently began to graze your cheek, a tenderness that you’d grown used to over the years with him. A tenderness reserved only for you.
“The mission went south. There was a mole. We got ambushed.” Was all you said, as you struggled to regain your composure.
“Who.”
“Simon, please it’s really okay, I-.”
“Who.”
Your brows furrowed slightly as Simon ripped off his mask, his face now fully visible to you. Concern etched its way across his features as he held your gaze. You knew this was a battle you wouldn’t win.
“Coles. It was Coles.”
“He dead?” Simon asked, his face not showing any of his internal turmoil. If he wasn’t, Simon would make damn well sure he’d suffer for what had happened to you.
You shook your head as your bottom lip trembled once more. “No, but Simon-.”
Simon cut you off with a gentle kiss to your temple, his lips lingering against your skin as he murmured, “Sleep in my quarters tonight, yeah? I’ll be back soon.”
Without waiting for your reply, he strode out of the infirmary, the red in his vision intensifying as he set out to find the mole. Nobody, nobody would harm a hair on his lovers head and get away with it.
Simon would do anything for you, die for you, kill for you. He’d do anything to make sure that beautiful smile of yours was permanently etched onto your lips.
For you, Simon Riley would watch the world burn.
if i survived a slasher it’s because i fucked him
"She was perfect. The only thing going for me." Simon mumbled, alcohol blazing through his veins as he leaned on Soap.
"She didnae break up wit' ya, mate. She needed tae go feed her dog." Soap snorted.
"I can still smell her perfume, Jawnny." Simon sniffled.
Y/N, scrolling through their contacts trying to figure out who to hang out with: Captain, Johnny, Gaz, Ghost Y/N, confused: Captain, Soap, Gaz, Ghost? Y/N, terrified: Captain, Soap, Gaz, Ghost? Y/N: How can I only have four friends? And one of them is Ghost?
Simon is a daydreamer. He won't admit it, but he is. You wonder where he goes when he does. You doubt he'd ever share it though.
When he gets lost in his thoughts, his eyes soften. They soften to a point where you can see who he is deep down, the side he never shows anyone.
You take a chance to ask, "Penny for your thoughts?"
He turns his head quickly and straightens his back. "They're not worth that much."
"Where do you go?" you ask timidly.
"Away. Far away," he says curtly.
"Me too," you admit, fiddling with your fingers. You look up and he's looking at you. "What?"
"Nothin'...just...no one's ever been interested in what's going on up here," he says, pointing to his head.
"You can tell a lot about a person from their thoughts," you tell him.
"Most of my thoughts would scare everyone away." He picks at something on his jeans.
"Not everyone," you murmur, and he looks at you again. You stand and he nearly stands with you, but stops himself. "See you later?"
He nods once. "Yeah."
"Okay."
He watches you walk away then goes back to his daydream where he is far, far away. The only difference is, this time, you're with him.
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♡Masterlist
Y/N: You'd really do that for me? Ghost: I'd do a lot of things to you Y/N: ..You mean for me? Ghost: That too
Ghost: You're way too focused on your knight.
Roach: Well, you already took one of my horses, makes sense I'll protect the other one!
Soap, reading off to the side: You should protect your king, Gary.
Roach: I still have both of my kings.
Ghost: You mean your queen?
Roach, mumbling: they're gay.
vessel in blue lighting💙
Reader: "JOHNATHAN MICHAEL PRICE."
John 'Bravo0-6' Price, 6'3 200+lb SAS captain:
(Ty staytrueblue for his middle name being Michael btw)
II texting Vessel:
