Little short and dirty imagine inspired by this little gem of a photo here 👇🏽
Photo Credit: @BettyBRenders on Twitter! 🤌🏽😍
“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” She asked, joining Simon on the rear patio of their home.
“Nothing. Not this time.” He breathed, taking a drag from his cigarette and blowing a cloud through the thin air, a glass of bourbon clutched between his thumb and index finger.
“That’s a scary thought,” She hummed, clutching her robe tighter around her shoulders, her hand tracing the curve of his shoulder through his jacket as she stalked around him, smirking before straddling his lap, giggling at how he tilted his head to avoid blowing smoke in her face as she sat at the same time he took a drag. “Got another?”
“Not a chance, love,” He smirked, shaking his head. “These can kill you.”
She watched as he took another drag, longer than one of his previous ones as his cigarette was nearly burned to the filter. Licking her lips, she waited until he exhaled, placing her lips on his and inhaling what had escaped his lungs with a giggle, Simon watching with an arched brow as he watched the smoke leave her nostrils while she exhaled. “You fuckin’ minx,” He smirked playfully, his grip tightening on her hip after he had set his glass of whiskey aside, tapping her rear with a smack.
“Just a puff, baby. I’m a little on edge…” She giggled, licking her lips before leaning in for another kiss.
“I’ll put you on the fuckin’ edge alright,” He hissed. “Never thought smoking could look so hot.”
Synopsis: A weapons developer visits base to show the team how to use the new gear. She doesn’t seem to belong on the base in her floral dresses and sweaters, however she makes her presence known.
How Simon would comfort you in your emotional and/or physical time of need.
^ GIF to feed my imagination as to how I imagine Simon would cuddle you — the man is beyond touch starved and has to be touching you at all times, whether it be holding your hand while driving or fidgeting with a ring on your finger. The list goes on.
Whether it be a death in the family or just a downright awful day at work, you don’t even have to ask Simon for comfort.
He knows before you even tell him why you’re upset.
He doesn’t ask you what’s wrong unless he feels like you’re comfortable enough to tell him.
If you’ve had a death in the family, he won’t leave your side. He’s holding you at night in hopes of helping you fall asleep because Lord knows you need it.
When and if you wake up in tears, he’s the first to wipe them away, keeping his cheek pressed against your forehead as your head was on his chest.
It hurts him to see you so vulnerable and down when he can’t do anything about it.
He woke up late in the night to an empty bed. Searching for you, he frowned at seeing you sitting in the floor in the living room looking through old photos of the loved one, bawling your eyes out.
He walked up behind you, sitting in the chair that was behind you and putting his hands on your shoulders to let you know he was there. You always hated for him to see you cry.
You turned to where you could lay your head on his thigh, moving yourself to where you were between his legs while you were still on the floor and just cried. No words were exchanged. “Let it all out, sweetheart. I’m not going anywhere.”
When it comes to being in pain by that “time of the month,” he gives you the space you need for when you’re irritated.
He doesn’t think twice about picking up pads if he goes to the store for you or out to pick up something to eat for when you don’t feel like cooking.
Don’t get him wrong, he likes to cook too, but let’s just say he trusts you more with a flaming hot pan than he would himself…
He’s completely ignorant about periods, but he knows the basics: you’re moody, tired, bloated, hungry, not-so-hungry, have hot flashes, cramps, the list goes on.
But that doesn’t change how he takes care of you.
He knows you love your heated blanket (even though he hates being hot when he’s sleeping, so he turns it on low after you finally fall asleep, but he won’t tell you that.)
Simon has been the master at your prank wars throughout your relationship, but this time, you get a win of your own.
"You may have won the battle, but you didn't win the war."
Simon was one to handle his post-deployment stress in different ways. Surprisingly to you, it was rare that he would shut down and isolate himself. He spoke about his time deployed openly when it was brought up, but never seemed to be too bothered by it.
It was no surprise that Simon had a very morbid sense of humor that he shared with Soap. You two could joke about things, but you couldn't participate in the war jokes he and Soap would talk about as you simply didn't understand.
To cope with this, Simon and Soap turned to gaming online. You would giggle when hearing him cuss at his comrade through a headset, playing (you guessed it!) war games. Both Simon and Johnny could be online playing for hours it seemed like, but they only scheduled time to join online on days where you would either have to go to work early the next morning or on Sunday night.
He did this because he would fall asleep at later hours of the night and wouldn't want to keep you awake by his restlessness.
You two were on a friendly prank kick recently, Simon planning you recently by hiding in the hallway and shooting you with a confetti gun when you got home from work late one night. "This means war, babe." You laughed.
"I like the sound of that."
"Bet."
That was a week ago, so you figured you'd try to catch him off guard and let him simmer on the thought of when you'd strike.
Although if he were to be honest, he didn't care. He knew you couldn't catch him off guard, but he didn't have the heart to tell you that. Playing pranks on each other made you happy and he continued to feed into your satisfaction.
You were afraid to do the prank you had compiled, even reaching out to Soap for his approval as you were afraid he'd shut down at the sound of the firecrackers and get mad at you. After Soap's approval as well as the comment of it "being funny as fuck," you decided to continue.
Getting your equipment together, you had decided to put a few firecrackers into a pot and igniting them, although you had to find a way to sneak up on him.
Then you remembered that Simon wore a headset while gaming with Soap.
Making your way up the stairs, you forced yourself to hide a laugh as you heard Simon cussing at Soap over the headset. "Soap, what the fuck are you doin? How the fuck did you survive the last tour?!"
You entered the room that Simon used as his office and gaming room, seeing that the light was off and he was in an *intense* gunfight with enemy fire.
"Oy, you're the one who can't hit a moving target!" You heard Soap recoil back.
"Saved your ass didn't I?" Simon spat back, his focus hard on the game before him.
"Away n' bile yer head!" Soap scoffed.
"Speak fuckin' English, MacTavish."
"Sorry, sir, let me translate: go fuck yourself."
"Much better."
You two banter like a married couple, you thought as you set the pot of firecrackers right behind the desk chair he used as a gaming chair.
Looking up to see that he was still focused on the screen, you lit the fuse and hurried back on your feet, covering your ears as you stood next to the wall as they went off.
The headset flew off of Simon's head as he threw the controller and ducking to the floor, the military instinct never leaving him as he looked like he was taking cover. "What the fuck?!" He shouted.
You laughed after seeing that he wasn't mad at the prank, but mad that he got scared and was put in a vulnerable state in front of you. He lay on his back, fighting a smirk as he knew he had to eat his words when it came to you proving him wrong. "You sneaky little bastard." He huffed.
"Told you I'd get you!"
"That you did."
You giggled as you set the pot aside, letting the smoke settle as you sat in his place in the chair and grabbing the headset, "Johnny?"
"Ghost? Your balls disappear?"
"No, but I got myself a win."
You heard Soap laugh over the mic, "Never thought I'd see the day!"
You smirked as you looked down at him, seeing the playful glare he was shooting you. "Still at war, yeh?"
"Oh, no," He shook his head. "You may have won the battle, but you didn't win the war."
