Nothing about today had been particularly extraordinary, in fact it would be considered a very boring day in comparison to other days that have passed him by.
He had woken up, gathered his things, driven to work, done his duties, drove home, and was now on the couch with rugby highlights on the telly.
Except when he had woken up, he had done so next to you. His right side being hugged and enveloped by your limbs, all softness and warmth against him. Your face was buried in between his shoulder and the pillow in an attempt to block out the sun filtering in through the blinds to earn a few more minutes before your body awoke. Simon always liked to wake up a little earlier than really necessary just so he could admire your sleeping form before he started his day. The bed sheets around him were always soft and clean, plush mattress that the both of you loved to sink into, and his pillows the exact amount of firm he liked.
When he was packing his things into the truck for work, he found you there as well. Well, technically you were still in bed, slumbering away like a princess. But you had packed him a lunch as always, no doubt with a cheesy little note that he would add to the growing pile he kept in his desk drawer. His work and gym clothes were always clean and folded, his uniform perfectly pressed to base standards. There was one keychain on his key ring, a small silver letter matching your first initial. You had fixed up his duffel that he refused to replace, sewing patches on the holes and fixing zippers with pink ribbon. The modifications stuck out against the rough, black fabric but Simon couldn't help but smile whenever he saw them.
You were there on his drive too. A polaroid picture of you tucked under the corner of his sun visor, a reminder to drive safe. He hummed along to your favorite song when it came on the radio. Passing by the coffee shop the two of you frequented on the weekends it prompted him to make a mental note to plan a date night for you. He could recall your regular orders at the drop of a hat, no matter if it was your coffee order, your go to drink at the pub, or your favorite foods to look for on a menu. Simon couldn't even remember a time where he didn't know you inside and out.
The only thing that could ever truly distract Simon at work was you. You didn't even have to try, in fact his mind did it for you. Most of the time he would catch himself staring at the framed photo of you on his desk while trying to focus on paperwork, or thinking about you an hour after his lunch is over just because the note you wrote made him smile. The other times, you were texting him to grab something before he came home, what he wanted for dinner, or just mundane little updates from your day. But sometimes, if you were feeling particularly evil, he'd get an image sent to his phone that would make his world stop. Always tastefully done, like the work of art you were, but so lewd and slutty it made him ache.
Luckily for him, he had only received a request to pick up a bag of potatoes on his way home, nothing for him to drool over. He made quick work of the errand, grabbing your favorite flavor of ice cream as a treat. On the drives home, your picture under the visor served a different purpose. This way, it was a reminder of what was waiting for him through his front door. When he was on base, only about 30 minutes of driving ever separated him from you and your home together. A long day of annoying recruits, boring paperwork, and a loud gun range all melted away once he turned that doorknob and saw your face.
So now here he was, Simon "Ghost" Riley, sitting on the couch in his living room with condensation from a cold beer bottle pooling onto the edge of his forefinger. The highlights were on, but the volume was down low and his eyes were trained on your back as you stirred a pot on the stove. It always made Simon chuckle, the way you fussed over him when he got home, no matter if he was doing office work all day or coming back from a months long mission it was always the same. The stew in the pot smelled heavenly, and Simon already knew Soap was going to whine and beg for some when he brought it in for lunch tomorrow.
Once dinner was on the table, he still couldn't help but watch you silently. Domesticity was something Simon had to get used to. Gone were the days of staying awake all night in fear, no more uncomfortable hard surfaces or shivering in the dark. Gone were the days of him eating nothing but grilled chicken and protein shakes. And gone were the days of coming home to an empty flat, so dark and undecorated that it seemed no one even lived there. He was now in a gentle, loving rhythm that you had snapped him into, albeit unknowingly. You had slotted your way into his life so easily, it often felt too good to be true. Nothing was being said over dinner, just the sounds of spoons hitting bowls and the occasional laugh from you as your scrolled through your social media timeline. The two of you were never ones to shy away from silences, but when you caught his eye you chuckled softly at him and shook your head.
"I never know what you're thinking when you look at me like that." you mused, placing your phone down on the table.
"Like wha'?" he said, still chewing on a piece of meat.
"I dunno," you shrugged, "Like...well, like that. What are you thinking about?"
"You." he answered simply, a small smile gracing your lips.
"Me?" you laughed, "Anything in particular?"
Simon pursed his lips at that inquiry.
"Dunno," taking his turn to shrug, "Just never really thought I'd have this."
my period makes me feel sad, so i write sad that way im not suffering alone
When Simon was a kid, he never had crushes. For a long time he blamed it on his home life, thinking because he was living in survival mode that his brain had no time for things like puppy love. Then when he enlisted, he threw himself into the job so heavily that he never even thought about it. Isolated himself even more when he got sick of hearing the other recruits talk about meeting girls in bars. Simon had made himself cold long before anything ever happened to him, made it so no one wanted to have those casual conversations with him. Made it easier than having to explain he never really wanted to fuck anyone. He figured it would either happen or not. Either way he was probably going to die alone so what did it matter?
But the first day you started on base, he couldn't stop staring at you. You were so, so, so breathtaking and you weren't even trying. You were kind, always laughed at his jokes even when they weren't funny, and never forgot how he liked his tea. You were the only person besides his teammates that he didn't mind talking to, and he couldn't put his finger on it but there was something about you that just made him...want.
But it wasn't a sexual want. It was just the warmth your presence provided him, something he wasn't accustomed to. For the first time ever in his life Simon understood why people spend an unimaginable amount of their time looking for a soulmate. The idea of having someone else living in his space never clicked in his brain, but when he put you in that spot it seemed nice. Even the concept of cuddling up on the couch made him a little fuzzy now. But still, that nagging in his head about being broken because his attraction wasn't invoking sexual thoughts.
No matter how hard he focused his energy there, he never toppled over that cliffside. Simon figured he'd start having fantasies about you once he allowed himself to admit he had a crush, but they never came. Eventually he thought maybe he was supposed to force it. So he tried to conjure up scenarios of the two of you in bed, completely unsure of what the hell he was supposed to dream about. He'd use the little bit of porn he had watched in his early military days as inspiration, but it always made his stomach ache a little bit. Laying in his bed at night he'd stare up at his ceiling and think of you in different ways, different positions, anything to get him going. But all it made him do was avert his eyes when he saw you the next day on base. It felt terrible in the moment to imagine himself on you like that, and it was even worse when you smiled so sweetly at him the next day.
His eyes never wandered on your body, his hands never twitched when you bent over to pick up a pen off the ground. His cock never stirred in his pants when you groaned about having shrunk your favorite blouse in the dryer, the garment now stretched thin across your breasts. It just never crossed his mind.
But those things all crossed someone's mind.
Johnny's.
He'd been very open to the team about how attractive he found you, not that he ever shied away from talking about that type of thing with them. But he was borderline obsessed with you. As always, Simon kept quiet in an attempt to keep that door closed and not have to discuss his broken brain with anyone. So when Gaz started helping Soap court you, he had to sit back and watch Soap do everything he wished he could.
Johnny was always so smooth with you, somehow able to always get his hands on you without ever making you uncomfortable. He would press his hand on the small of your back when he passed you, always stood a little too close to you, and Simon had even caught him patting your rear in approval a few times. Every time his hands wandered, you giggled and swatted at him playfully. Simon had to pretend to be happy for him when Soap told them he finally asked you out to dinner.
As the months rolled on, Simon expected this fling to fizzle out like the rest of Johnny's flames. But it seemed as though Johnny was dead set on making Simon's life even more of a living hell, because he was head over heels in love with you. He gushed about how good of a cook you were, making Simon's stomach grumble in protest over the diet of protein shakes and grilled chicken it was served. Johnny told them about your apartment, the new restaurants you had shown him, and how much you got along with his family.
If he was being honest with himself, Simon knew that realistically it would have never worked for him to be your man. He was broken, remember? What kind of man would he be if he had you and didn't fuck you? What a waste that would be. A woman like you squandering her time trying to fix a man like him, no reward ever coming her way. Johnny was a better fit for you, happy and bright and always willing to please your body in ways Simon would never be able to stomach.
Johnny would go on and on about how amazing of a fuck you were. How tight your pussy was, how bouncy your tits were, how you gave him the most life changing head he'd ever received. Gaz and Price were both more than willing to entertain the locker room talk surrounding how far Johnny could bend your legs back, but it made Simon's blood feel thick with discomfort. One night you met them out at the pub to pick your boyfriend up and Johnny drunkenly slurred about how he couldn't wait to get his tongue into your "delicious little pussy" prompting you to smack him upside the head in embarrassment before dragging him out of the bar.
Simon couldn't sleep much that night. His thin duvet not doing him any favors as he knew you were tangled up with Johnny as he snored away in your bed. A dull pain had settled itself in the center of his chest, unlike anything he'd felt before. A hand mindlessly came up and pressed the area, unsure if he was having a heart attack.
With a sigh, Simon put his hand back down to his side, understanding that alongside his first crush he was now experiencing his first heartbreak. To his surprise, a tear stung the side of his eye, rolling hot down the side of his temple as he fell asleep alone. Again.
back in my day we used to cross fandoms without explanation...so may i dabble in some tf141 x reader x winter soldier bucky barnes... just let me cook okay...
you used to work with the avengers back before things went to complete shit. once that happened, as a part of relocation services offered by SHIELD, you were offered a liaison role at a military base in England. it was the best option at the time so you took it, and once you settled in with everyone on base you never thought your worlds would collide.
but collide they did, on a frigid op somewhere way up in eastern europe, you and the rest of the team arrive to the coordinates to find the bunker completely empty, save for the bodies strewn everywhere. when a flash of muscle drops from the ceiling and catches you off guard, Ghost grabs the offender and throws him across the room.
a few shots ring out, but the stranger holds up an arm and the bullets tinker off as he approaches. you and the rest of the team are clad in balaclavas, helping to shield your faces from the bitter wind. once you get your bearings again he's ripped the gun from Ghost's grip and the two are locking arms as you realize who is is.
"Bucky!" you call out, the brunette's head snapping to the direction of your voice as you pull off your mask. he looks at you confused, before reaching up with his metal arm to stop Ghost's punch, tossing him to the side like he weighed as much as a phone book.
Price, Gaz, and especially Soap all gawk at the shiny metal arm that just threw their best and strongest soldier 20 feet. confusing them even more is you, running up to the offender and wrapping him in a hug. a hug.
after some brief explanations and tense introductions, everyone is on the same page. Bucky is after the same Russian arms dealer you are, so he falls in step with you as you all walk out and to your rendezvous point.
back at your safe house, you and Bucky catch up over tea, laughing over old jokes about the everyone's short lived time living at the Avengers Tower.
little do you know that Ghost is nursing his ego in the other room. the other three assuring him that he didn't need to feel bad about getting manhandled by a super soldier. but he was still pouting, and no one said anything but they knew it was because he had grown attached to you after you got hurt under his watch a few months back.
and though he would never admit it, he liked being the strongest man you knew. but apparently he was the strongest...regular human guy you knew. was he recalling you correctly when you said there was another super soldier you knew who was blonde?
