#dad ghost

[givilovelybuns]

I've been having an hyperfixation on this man for months and thought I might aswell come to Tumblr to find my community, though I don't know how it works

I mean it, like

... Down BAD.

[ilostthewar]

Your baby is born and Ghost feels like he is on one of the most high-stress stake outs of his life.

He insisted you go to sleep, cause god knows you need it. He watched all your organs leave your body and then get stuffed back in like sausages. Simon has seen more gore than most of these doctors, and he still stared in mild horror when your screaming baby was pulled from your womb and placed on your chest.

So he insisted you get some rest. He promised, unnecessarily, that he would keep watch over both you and the baby. After all you have been through, if there is anything he can do, it’s this.

He has been shot at, held hostage, shared bathrooms with Price. He has dealt with live bombs that haven’t made him as anxious as he is now. You are vulnerable, exhausted and freshly stitched up. And this baby, so defenseless and entirely reliant on him. Unaware of the world outside of his arms.

He’s pacing the length of the room. He’s shirtless. He had fucked up the swaddle somehow and then the baby had started those little high pitched whines that foretold the end of the world, and Simon had all but torn the fabric in half. Skin to skin contact was important, that’s what the nurse had said earlier. So here he was, the big bad Ghost, with an infant pressed against his scarred chest, the world’s softest and most aggressively pastel blanket coiled around their back.

He doesn’t know what he is waiting for. For the door to burst open, for this bubble he finds himself in to pop. For his damned phone to ring, calling him away from you both. There are a billion things that can go wrong, he knows that. He’s seen it.

But then he feels the bundle in his arms wriggle and he angles his head down to see their blurry eyes as they coo, and the weight in his chest lightens, just enough. He raises the blanket to gently wipe their chin. He lowers his nose to smell the top of their head, and they smell like milk.

He hears you adjust and call his name, soft and sweet. And he turns to go answer you, his hand smoothing over your head to see the drowsy smile that forms on your face.

Maybe he can exist in this moment, just for a little while.

[writersdrug]

Dad!Ghost, but his two girls are so picky with everything they eat. It's a struggle for the both of you to convince them to eat their vegetables - the only success you've had is cooking broccoli and cauliflower until it's fall-apart tender, and slathering it in butter. Maybe you can sneak a few cooked, blended vegetables into their spaghetti sauce, but they're Simon's girls - they know when something's up. They try to bargain and make ultimatums with him at the dinner table, but he doesn't budge an inch, of course. Says something like "eat your vegetables or no Tangled for a month", which makes them reconsider.

Of course, your youngest son will eat anything - no qualms whatsoever. He was barely started on solids and he'd eat bites of steamed eggplant and peas like they were popcorn. Of course he has his favorites; he had a meltdown once, when Simon turned away from the dinner table to pick up the fork your son dropped, only to lift his head and find the little bugger had grabbed the rest of a medium-rare steak off of his dad's plate, attempting to eat it like a true caveman (the apple really didn't fall far from the tree). Didn't let it go or stop crying until Simon put a yogurt pop in his tiny hand.

("Mummy doesn't need to know about this, 'kay?")

[writingoddess1125]

Cooking Drama

Simon Ghost Riley x FemReader & OOC Children Rose, Hazel, Johnny

Based off this series <<

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"Ewwwwww! Can we get something else?"

"I dont want it-"

"Can I have Cereal?"

"Can we get McDonald's?"

"I dont like this-"

For the last 6 months you had heard nothing but bitching...

Everytime you set a plate on the table infront of yohr three kids that was all you would hear.

Your three kids had been nothing but complaining and it was driving you up the wall.

Simon Bless him did his best- Curbing the attitude when he was there. Which made them all shut up and eat.

But he wasnt always there..

Tonight you had made a baked pasta dish with a side of asparagus.

But the three children had been complaining non stop. Simon telling them to shut up and eat as he shoveled down another fork full.

"But Dad I dont like asparagus-"

"Yeah its Gross and-"

You finally slam the spatula down on the countertop making all of them jump.

Warmth was gathering behind your eyes for a moment.

You felt like you were suffocating and it made you feel like you had to be doing something wrong..

However you collected yourself then. Rolling your shoulders back before turning to look at your family, Simon still mid Bite and your three kids staring at you wide eyed.

Wiping your hands clean with a near by paper towel.

"Fine you guys win- I wont cook anymore"

"Simon"

Your husband looked to you, confused as he set down how fork. But you gave him a tight lipped smile.

"Its all yours"

The three of them all perked up- See Simon always ordered take away when it was him with meals

But that wasnt the case here-

What your kids were about to learn..

There are things worse then hell

And it was Simon cooking

See Simon grew up in the worse conditions worse then any living being could or should.

So his cooking skills reflected this-

Survival and nothing more.

This started with the next morning when the kids came down to the kitchen table and their faces went to shock horror

Oats, scrambled Eggs, fat and something orange mixed into one pot- It looked like some sort of gruel that would have been served to prisoners in medieval times. Speaks of the clumps of egg mixed in with the oatmeal stuck out most as Simon got a spoonful of what you realized was tomato ketchup and put some on each of the bowls before putting it on his own.

Johnny was the first one to break then and there.

It took a single smell of his breakfast to shake his head- very quickly signing.

"Im sorry Mama. I wont complain anymore"

Johnny was quick at this as he accepted the breakfast you made quickly.

Hazel and Rose looked at each other as they watched their brother tap out.

Hazel almost angrily beginning to eat the slop as her face scrunched between bites.

Rose looking at the bowl before she took a spoonful like her sister and ate it. A chill going down her body as she chewed- looking to her father with a face of almost horror as she watched him eat whatever this was without as much as a twitch.

And the silence was suffocating.

Lunch is when Rose broke. Simon grabbing his go to whenever he was out and about- a MRE, luckily thrown into a plastic bowl and microwaved instead of the pouch it was normally heated in.

Both girls looking at the bowls of indistinguishable brown in the brightly plastic bowl.

Rose stirred it once with a spoon, Her eyes actually swelled up and she bursted out into tears- Sitting there at the kitchen table with the open MRE.

You are standing there covering your face and laughing hard in silence.

"Jesus Christ Simon..."

Simon sighed as he took the bowl from her.

"What I gave her the good one too-"

Hazel-

Now Hazel was Simon's stubbornness and your attitude wrapped in one.

Once again in dead silence ate the military meal. Making sure to glare at Simon as she ate it with a soured face.

By dinner however.. The waters began to ripple.

Simon sat across the table from Hazel.

The two of them in a staring contest-

Infront of them a microwave monstrosity that Simon was eating and having gotten seconds of. Some form of pasta, Mayo, canned vegetables, a pack of canned sardines and half melted cheese slice.

Hazel sat there staring at the bowl.

"...You're just making this gross stuff as a punishment.."

Simon took another bite of the monstrosity without a flinch.

"This food is somethings id eat often.. I didnt have a Mum who would make me meals. Who went to the market. Who could teach me to cook-"

Simon said calmly, Staring his daughter in the eyes as he saw the flash of guilt. Mixing the bowl softly as she understood. Before taking a bite and grimacing.

"Im sorry ..Im still gonna apologize to Mum in person but... A-After I eat with you"

She said, Beginning to power through the meal. Simon smiling softly at his daughter admitting her wrong and sharing the terrible meal.

[mactavishsgfandwife]

Dad!Simon Helps Your Daughter When She Falls Over :((

inspired by this ADORABLE instagram reel 💞💞💞

Your 3 year-old lets out a little gasp as she slips over on the ice and after a moment of shock, she starts to cry out. No words, just a stream of tears and wails of pain, frozen on her hands and knees, bare palms against freezing, snowy ground.

"Daddy!" she cries out, by which time her father is already knelt down at her side, "Dada!"

"Hey, baby," his usually gruff voice sounds soft and low as he gently strokes his daughter’s hair away from her tear-stained cheek, trying not to show how much it affects him to see her with big, sad eyes and so clearly in pain.

“Tell Daddy where you’re hurt.”

"M- m- my knees!" your little girl sobs, leaning into her father’s chest as he picks her up and cradles her in his arms, just as he did when she was younger.

Her bottom lip trembles, and she whimpers softly into Simon’s shirt, sniffling and covering him in tears. Her little hands are sore from the fall, and your husband takes both of them in one of his much bigger, stronger, rougher hands, his thumb gently caressing her knuckles.

"Let me see…" he gently rolls her trouser legs up to see her knees, which aren’t bloody but just a little sore and grazed from her fall. Taking care not to hurt her fragile skin, he leans closer and gently kisses her chubby toddler legs better. It looks funny, this big, scary man being so gentle and loving with a little girl in her pink raincoat, but he doesn’t care. Anything for his daughter.

"Need plaster, daddy!"

"You don’t need one, love, you’re not blee-" he looks down only to be met with her big, teary eyes and sad little pout, her tiny heart so sad not to be getting a plaster.

"Alright, y’get a plaster," he chuckles softly, giving her a tender kiss on the forehead, "you’re such a brave girl."

thanks for reading :P

[amoretteboba]

[Ghost retired from military and now is a father, he adopted a child, the child ⇒ you]

Simon, reading newspapers :

Kid!Y/N : dad! Dad!

Simon : what is it, little bee?

Kid!Y/N, struggling to climb up on the armchair : what do you used to work as, before you retired? :O

Simon : *doesn’t want to tell them that he used to be in the military*

Simon : well… I used to hunt aliens

Kid!Y/N, giggling, showing off a missing tooth : aliens don’t exist, silly!

Simon, smiling : have you ever seen an alien?

Kid!Y/N : ……no 🫢

Simon, gently pinching ur cheek : you’re welcome

[drifting-along-cai]

Ghost Head Cannons||: Dad Life - Newborn Edition

( No Gender specified for Kiddo or User )

Dad!Simon, who just can't stop staring at his little baby as he holds them in his arms, even when he passes them back to you, he can't stop staring at the little bundle, his head resting on your shoulder.

Dad!Simon, who did cry silently with joy when he was alone with them, processing the fact he's actually got a little family of his own, the possibility once seeming so far from him.

Dad!Simon, who's more than used to staying up long nights, happily taking up the nightshifts while you get proper rest, not letting you take more than needed.

Dad!Simon, who remembers how to change diapers after helping care for his late nephew, so there's no debate when the time comes to it and you're busy.

Dad!Simon, who talks to the kid like he would another grown person, like they'll understand or retain any of rants he shares "'M only sayin', Price keeps trustin' yer Uncle Johnny to handle the recruits, we're only gonna get a army of Johnny's and I can barely handle one as it is." *Baby makes a low noise or flails a tiny hand* "Y'know that's exactly what he did, toss a hand and gruff at me when I told 'im that, but 'M tellin' you, it's just gonna be a headache at the end of it."

Dad!Simon, who goes about the trouble of finding "excuses" to hang out with his own kid, always cooking or helping clean with them in his arms when he has the chance to, "Look at you, layin' about like yer gonna live rent free forever. Oh no, you and I are gonna do some work round the house together, start you early on how things are run here."

Dad!Simon, who, yes, does explain every recipe and chore to the baby. You're not quite sure if he's legitimate about it or it's for his own amusement, but he looks happy anyways.

[obsessivelullabies]

being simon riley’s housewife: pregnancy!

part one.

— when you first told simon you were pregnant, he had to sit down. he was feeling so many emotions; joy, anxiety, infatuation. mainly, he was overjoyed he’d gotten the love of his life pregnant. to him, it was almost like the final way to solidify your bond.

— he soon wrapped you up in his arms and gently kissed your forehead, immediately his hand wandered down to your belly, despite it being flat at the time. this became a habit.

— the first few weeks, he started becoming overly protective and worrisome. “.. you sure you can eat that with the baby?”, “what if somethin’ happened to ‘em in there?” and most commonly, “you feelin’ ok, lovie?”.

— he is at your beck and call. you’re up early throwing up? he’s up holding your hair and rubbing your back. you want takeout? course, what do you want? you want a foot rub? ok. anything for you.

— simon’s whole day revolves around you and pampering you. he’s always looming in the background. you’ll probably have to beg him to leave the house alone.

— as you progress into your pregnancy, his worrying only gets worse. he worries about being a good father. he doesn’t feel ready. yet, when he looks at you, he feels everything will be okay.

— when he’s not deployed he’s at every doctor’s appointment. he keeps a sonogram of the baby in his wallet, alongside a photo of you.

— even during sex, he’s much more gentle than usual. as if he’s terrified he’ll harm you or the baby. this is something you have to gently reassure him about.

— simon absolutely adores it when your belly gets all swollen. he loves go rub his hands on it and kiss it. he constantly tries to feel for kicks or any movement.

— when it comes to baby names, he isn’t picky at all. he’s fine with almost anything. after all, you’re the one carrying it, so he’s indifferent.

— as you go through labor, he’s nervously holding your hand and trying his best to silently be supportive no matter if you curse him, the nurses or the doctor. whatever you need, he understands.

— the moment simon got to hold his healthy, sweet baby, he felt like he fell in love all over again. he glanced between you and the baby. his heart swelled. he knew he had a family with you, something he’d lost years ago.

bonus : simon would be ecstatic if you allowed him to name your baby girl after his late mother. he’d smile to himself, the terrible memory of his mother’s passing becoming a sweet name of remembrance. [if this makes no sense, read his backstory!]

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