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Apologies friends. Soap and Ghost are now my obsession which means Steddie fics are going to take longer. And who knows. A few soapghost might pop up. But I'm not good at writing fight scenes or military stuff quite yet.
Extinction series is one of the series I'm listening to currently so that might help a bit.
Anyways. Bye. Have a nice weekend guys. I'll try to work on some of the ones I had ideas for but no promises. And I'm gonna be busy next year most likely. Gonna have to put in some actual effort for school so I don't fall behind eight years or smn.
Soaproach, ghostroach, and all three are also a possibility just btw.
I might write them as nice friendships, a relationship, or maybe enemies or smn. Either way. Feel free to look forward to them or not.
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Yes. Yes I do lol.
Anywho bye guys.
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Yandere Konïg and Yandere Ghost x Male reader
Headcanons. (They Share)
Yandere! König/Ghost x male reader HEADCANONS
I tried making it yandere but i dont know how- so yeh tried.. this was edited also cus i was i. Such a hurry to make this💀
Warning: Obsessive love, i made reader oblivious, both of them being tad bit possessive, noncon touching but not that explicit i think-, Konig is obsessive and Ghost is possessive.
When they first saw you they're were struck by your beauty, the really thought you were sent by God himself for them.
And when you gazed at them they both tensed up and looked away, this made you think that they dont like you and this made you sad abit and frown.
They didn't mean to make you sad not really! Theyre just very shy of you-
As time went on you got a bit comfortable in the base, Konig gathered up his courage to talk to you first and found out he was actually very kind and cheerful despite how scary and tall he was.
Ghost was watching in the background feeling a bit jealous from this and wish he was Konig.
Konig would hold you by the waist and you would just shrug it off and he thought it was really cute of you.
He would just rub your waist sweetly as you both talk and Ghost cant help but let out a heavy gruff.
After that you were just training then took a short break when you saw Ghost enter the room and walking up to you and this made you tensed up
"L-lieutenate! H-hi?" You said awkwardly with a smile on your face, ghost couldn't help but smile under his mask as he walked up to you "can i talk with you?" He asked with his heavy voice. You nodded in complete confusion but still smiled happily.
He wrapped his hand around one of your thigh and sat down and he still held it, you two talked for almost and hour and Simon cant help but fall for you even more.
Seeing how cute you were when he made lame dad jokes and seeing you think it was really funny.
Sometime passed both of them found out they were both inlove with you and they made a lil duo.
They would hang out with you all the time and some of the Team noticed quickly, when you three were talking Gaz and Soap would pass by and whistle just to teased both of them while you being a complete air head.
Somehow, that you being oblivious is really, really cute-
Time passed both of them acted abit... Off now- Ghost became possessive and Konig obsessive.. konig would just follow you around like a lost puppy holding your small hand compared to him. While Ghost being your body guard.
They almost wont let anybody near you.. they would stare at them at a menacing glare but you wont even noticed it.
And they wont even leave you alone-
You were reading a book you bought with you while drinking coffee.. as you skipped the page you gasped when you felt big arms wrapping around you waist, you turned to look and saw it was Konig nuzzling his cloaked face feeling how warm it was "hi Konig" you smiled and gave him a hug. Ghost was behind his with his eyes glaring, but you got used to it then you stood up to give Ghost a hug aswell and he cant help but shiver in bliss seeing your (majestic) face looking at him "h-hi.." Ghost stuttered out.
The way you stared at them cant help but bring them to bliss
You were just so so cute and they cant help but want you for themselves.. forever..
YOOOO I JUST FINISHED THIS SO QUICKLY 😱 ANYWAYS BYE
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rascal-xo · 1 year
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Ghost fanfic idea!!
He is in love with reader and has expressed it to her on multiple occasions but they discuss it and realise that their line of work isn’t ideal to have a relationship. So they keep at this game with flirting and just barely being sexual with each other
Until! Konig comes into the picture and she genuinely falls in love with him too. He shows her another way to be treated (we all know Ghost is stiff and gruff) as in all soft and puts flowers in her hair. ONLY THEN GHOST GOES CRAZY, LIKE EYE TWITCHING CRAZY AND STARTS TRYING DOING THE SAME THINGS AS KONIG TO GET HER BACK. READER THEN DECIDES WHO SHE WANTS TO GIVE HER HEART TO — you make that call cos I cannot choose between those 2 hunks.
Just an idea 😌 I’m a lil crazy so ignore if none of this makes sense
Unspoken Love | Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Female Reader
A/N: I love this request omg. I hope I was able to do your vision justice :) Part 2
Chapter Summary: So many things are left unsaid between you and the Lieutenant, but one way or another they’ll come out.
Warnings: Angst, cursing, SMUT, fluff, smoking, injuries, violence, ghost being hostile at times
Word Count: 1.3K (Its a long one, i’m sorry 😭)
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For a soldier, love is war.
For Simon Riley, love is you. It’s the way you look at him in the plane when he’s giving orders, the way you accidentally kick his boot under the table during a meeting, without even realizing it.
For Simon, love is the way sunlight filters through the windows and casts a warm glow on your face. But Simon Riley is the man underneath the skull balaclava, the man you don’t know.
You know Ghost. Ghost whose name falls from your mouth like a prayer when his hands are tightly grasping onto your hips, hard enough to leave bruises as you ride him, chasing after the coil that begins to form in your stomach, as you cry out for him while his cock slams into your, causing you to deathly grip the duvet.
Ghost is who you glance at only when you have to during briefings. But Simon Riley, the man behind the mask, the man who watches you from across the room, with a yearning in his eyes that you don't see, are eyes you look into when Ghost tells you “We can’t go farther than this.” And you agree, pushing down your feelings you almost had, knowing it probably wouldn’t work out anyway.
That’s what you tell yourself when you lay in his arms with a leg over his stomach, as his fingers run gently through your hair. All the while so many words go unspoken from underneath the skull mask.
In the moment it only seems like a task, maybe even a ploy you think, to keep you coming back to each other for more release. But again, that’s what you tell yourself, because it probably wouldn’t work out anyway.
As the weeks go by, the tension between you and Ghost is practically yelling for no strings attached. It’s what you repeat in your head as you find yourself at his bedroom door during the ungodly hours of night, after the others have long gone elsewhere.
But when a new member is recruited to 141, the rules begin to change. You meet Konïg. The soldier in the sniper hood and the reaper build that are no match for the kind and soft voice soul underneath. You end up working together on multiple missions, learning each others crafts.
You find yourself no longer aching to find your release, but unbeknownst to you Ghost has found a reason to push you away, when all Simon underneath is wants you to himself, to feel the way you feel tucked in his arms. He finds himself doing the worst. Telling Price you’re not in the right state of mind to be fighting leads you to find yourself at his door again, but this time making yourself known.
“You took me off of the fucking mission!?” You yell, not wanting to but feeling the need to. Knowing whatever it is has nothing to do with your performance in the field.
“You're a liability, Sergeant." he says, his voice low and menacing. "You let your emotions get in the way of your judgment, and thats get you or your teammates killed." You bristle at his words, feeling the anger and hurt rising within you.
"You had no right to bring my job into your hands." you shoot back. Ghost walks closer up, towering over you with his intimidating. "It’s not up for debate. That’s a direct order." he says, and for the first time you can see his eyes blazing with intensity. You can see Simon.
After a few more weeks, the late night visits become a distant memory. As you come in the pub with the team after a victorious mission, Konïg finds his seat next to you. “Look what I found, Schön.” (Beauty) He calls you, capturing your attention. It’s one of the many endearments you hear from him as you two get closer, and Ghost drifts away farther.
He listens to the conversation, only sitting a few seats away next to Soap. He doesn’t want to but he does, only hurting himself more. His knuckles turn white around the class of liquor, seeing the way Konïg makes you smile.
Did Konïg see you the way he did? Simon thinks to himself under the mask. Did Konïg fuck you like he did?
His blood boils at the sight of his hand resting on your arm, playfully. Ghost finishes his drink, but Simon is the one who leaves the pub without saying a word, beginning to resent himself for not telling you what you are to him when he had the chance.
A week later, you're back in the field with Ghost and the rest of the team, determined to prove to him that you belong. The mission is a covert operation to take out a high-value target, and everything is going smoothly at first.
But then, as you're moving through the enemy stronghold, a hostile sneaks up on you from behind. You don't see him coming, but Ghost does. Without hesitation, he pushes you to the ground and in a flash the bullet hits him in the one spot his vest doesn’t cover. “GHOST NO!”
In a haste attempt you cover against the remaining hostiles in your zone quickly getting on the radio,
“This is Delta 6-2, Ghost is shot, I repeat we need Evac NOW.” telling your team over the comms confirms your worst fear; Losing him. You’re rushing towards the extraction point, heart pounding not sure what to think, how to think. It all becomes a blur.
Blood stains your clothes as you realize you have been badly cut. Medics take you away as soon as you step foot on base, not even getting a chance to see him. The thought of him dead almost eats you alive.
You spent the a day waiting anxiously for news about his condition. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you received word from Captain Price that he had made it through surgery and was stable back at base.
You were discharged from the med bay the next day, and as soon as you were able to, you made your way to a place you knew too well. Without even bothering to knock, you pushed open the door and walked in. And there he was, sitting at the edge of his bed with his back facing you.
He instantly turns around, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. “Simon…” For a moment, you were frozen in place. The stone cold man you had been so intimate with, the man you had shared so many nights with only to avoid in the mornings, is now right in front of you, exposed and vulnerable. He puts out the cigarette between his fingers, on the ashtray next to him.
His eyes are full of emotion you can so clearly see looking right back at you. “I thought you died.” Your voice breaks, as you try to compose yourself, but it’s no use, the tears now falling from your face.
“How could you put yourself in that position? You could’ve died!” You started, moving closer. You can resent me all you want Lieutenant but-“
“I love you.” The world ceases to move. You're stunned, unsure of how to respond. All the words you'd been too afraid to say, all the feelings you'd been too afraid to reveal, are suddenly laid out in front of you. And now, standing before you, is the the man who had been there all along.
You had finally come face to face with the man underneath the mask. “I’ve loved you since the day we met, Y/N. I’ve loved you through every mission, every bullet we’ve dodged.” You forget how to simply breathe. “Everytime you have walked through that door, I have loved you. And I cant stop.”
Without another thought, he takes takes your face in his hands, his bruised knuckles gently on your skin, as you meet his lips. His lips are soft and tender, yet urgent and passionate. It’s a kiss that conveys all the unsaid words and phrases.
As you pull away, he look into your eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or hesitation, but instead he sees the very same love looking right back.
For a soldier, love is war.
For Simon Riley, love is you.
A/N: Any comments for future fic suggestions?
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rascalxoxo · 1 year
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Unspoken Love | Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Female Reader
Chapter Summary: So many things are left unsaid between you and the Lieutenant, but one way or another they’ll come out.
Warnings: Angst, cursing, SMUT, fluff, smoking, injuries, violence, ghost being hostile at times
Word Count: 1.3K (Its a long one, i’m sorry 😭)
A/N: This was a request by anonymous that is attached on the original post on my main blog @rascal-xo :) Thank you for requesting!
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For a soldier, love is war.
For Simon Riley, love is you. It’s the way you look at him in the plane when he’s giving orders, the way you accidentally kick his boot under the table during a meeting, without even realizing it.
For Simon, love is the way sunlight filters through the windows and casts a warm glow on your face. But Simon Riley is the man underneath the skull balaclava, the man you don’t know.
You know Ghost. Ghost whose name falls from your mouth like a prayer when his hands are tightly grasping onto your hips, hard enough to leave bruises as you ride him, chasing after the coil that begins to form in your stomach, as you cry out for him while his cock slams into your, causing you to deathly grip the duvet.
Ghost is who you glance at only when you have to during briefings. But Simon Riley, the man behind the mask, the man who watches you from across the room, with a yearning in his eyes that you don’t see, are eyes you look into when Ghost tells you “We can’t go farther than this.” And you agree, pushing down your feelings you almost had, knowing it probably wouldn’t work out anyway.
That’s what you tell yourself when you lay in his arms with a leg over his stomach, as his fingers run gently through your hair. All the while so many words go unspoken from underneath the skull mask.
In the moment it only seems like a task, maybe even a ploy you think, to keep you coming back to each other for more release. But again, that’s what you tell yourself, because it probably wouldn’t work out anyway.
As the weeks go by, the tension between you and Ghost is practically yelling for no strings attached. It’s what you repeat in your head as you find yourself at his bedroom door during the ungodly hours of night, after the others have long gone elsewhere.
But when a new member is recruited to 141, the rules begin to change. You meet Konïg. The soldier in the sniper hood and the reaper build that are no match for the kind and soft voice soul underneath. You end up working together on multiple missions, learning each others crafts.
You find yourself no longer aching to find your release, but unbeknownst to you Ghost has found a reason to push you away, when all Simon underneath is wants you to himself, to feel the way you feel tucked in his arms. He finds himself doing the worst. Telling Price you’re not in the right state of mind to be fighting leads you to find yourself at his door again, but this time making yourself known.
“You took me off of the fucking mission!?” You yell, not wanting to but feeling the need to. Knowing whatever it is has nothing to do with your performance in the field.
“You’re a liability, Sergeant.“ he says, his voice low and menacing. "You let your emotions get in the way of your judgment, and thats get you or your teammates killed.” You bristle at his words, feeling the anger and hurt rising within you.
“You had no right to bring my job into your hands.” you shoot back. Ghost walks closer up, towering over you with his intimidating. “It’s not up for debate. That’s a direct order.” he says, and for the first time you can see his eyes blazing with intensity. You can see Simon.
After a few more weeks, the late night visits become a distant memory. As you come in the pub with the team after a victorious mission, Konïg finds his seat next to you. “Look what I found, Schön.” (Beauty) He calls you, capturing your attention. It’s one of the many endearments you hear from him as you two get closer, and Ghost drifts away farther.
He listens to the conversation, only sitting a few seats away next to Soap. He doesn’t want to but he does, only hurting himself more. His knuckles turn white around the class of liquor, seeing the way Konïg makes you smile.
Did Konïg see you the way he did? Simon thinks to himself under the mask. Did Konïg fuck you like he did?
His blood boils at the sight of his hand resting on your arm, playfully. Ghost finishes his drink, but Simon is the one who leaves the pub without saying a word, beginning to resent himself for not telling you what you are to him when he had the chance.
A week later, you’re back in the field with Ghost and the rest of the team, determined to prove to him that you belong. The mission is a covert operation to take out a high-value target, and everything is going smoothly at first.
But then, as you’re moving through the enemy stronghold, a hostile sneaks up on you from behind. You don’t see him coming, but Ghost does. Without hesitation, he pushes you to the ground and in a flash the bullet hits him in the one spot his vest doesn’t cover. “GHOST NO!”
In a haste attempt you cover against the remaining hostiles in your zone quickly getting on the radio,
“This is Delta 6-2, Ghost is shot, I repeat we need Evac NOW.” telling your team over the comms confirms your worst fear; Losing him. You’re rushing towards the extraction point, heart pounding not sure what to think, how to think. It all becomes a blur.
Blood stains your clothes as you realize you have been badly cut. Medics take you away as soon as you step foot on base, not even getting a chance to see him. The thought of him dead almost eats you alive.
You spent the a day waiting anxiously for news about his condition. Finally, after what felt like an eternity, you received word from Captain Price that he had made it through surgery and was stable back at base.
You were discharged from the med bay the next day, and as soon as you were able to, you made your way to a place you knew too well. Without even bothering to knock, you pushed open the door and walked in. And there he was, sitting at the edge of his bed with his back facing you.
He instantly turns around, causing you to stop dead in your tracks. “Simon…” For a moment, you were frozen in place. The stone cold man you had been so intimate with, the man you had shared so many nights with only to avoid in the mornings, is now right in front of you, exposed and vulnerable. He puts out the cigarette between his fingers, on the ashtray next to him.
His eyes are full of emotion you can so clearly see looking right back at you. “I thought you died.” Your voice breaks, as you try to compose yourself, but it’s no use, the tears now falling from your face.
“How could you put yourself in that position? You could’ve died!” You started, moving closer. You can resent me all you want Lieutenant but-“
“I love you.” The world ceases to move. You’re stunned, unsure of how to respond. All the words you’d been too afraid to say, all the feelings you’d been too afraid to reveal, are suddenly laid out in front of you. And now, standing before you, is the the man who had been there all along.
You had finally come face to face with the man underneath the mask. “I’ve loved you since the day we met, Y/N. I’ve loved you through every mission, every bullet we’ve dodged.” You forget how to simply breathe. “Everytime you have walked through that door, I have loved you. And I cant stop.”
Without another thought, he takes takes your face in his hands, his bruised knuckles gently on your skin, as you meet his lips. His lips are soft and tender, yet urgent and passionate. It’s a kiss that conveys all the unsaid words and phrases.
As you pull away, he look into your eyes, searching for any hint of doubt or hesitation, but instead he sees the very same love looking right back.
For a soldier, love is war.
For Simon Riley, love is you.
A/N: This is a repost from my main blog @rascal-xo
If you have any suggestions and or requests, send them to this blog for the time being :))
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rascal-xo · 1 year
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Goddamn Unspoken love tugged my heart
Would love to see a pt.2 where Konig comes in to tell her he loves her too after finding out she was hurt
Not sure how it will turn out but feel free to ignore this 🫣
Spoken Happiness | Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x Female Reader |
A/N: This is the second part to Unspoken Love :))
Chapter Summary: Before a new chapter begins, you must finish the last.
Warnings: cursing, fluff, NSFW topics, mentions of, death, and violence, making out
Word Count: 668
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You kneel between Simons legs and carefully thread the needle, your fingers steady as you work to stitch up the cut above Simon eyebrow.
He sits on the edge of the bed and you can feel his piercing gaze on you as you work, but you try to ignore it, not wanting to mess up and accidentally poke him in the eye.
As you stitch, memories flood your mind of the moments leading up to this point. You can’t help but feel guilty that he took a bullet for you. Who wouldn’t?
You glance up at Simon and catch his eye. The intensity of his gaze takes your breath away, and you feel your cheeks heat up under his scrutiny.
You look away quickly, trying to focus on your work once again. But the silence between you is comfortable, deep down you feel like this is where you belong.
Finally, Simon speaks up, his voice low and husky.
"You're the most beautiful woman i’ve ever seen, you kill me.” Without thinking, you lean forward and press your lips to his.
He responds eagerly yet gently, his hands finding their way to your waist as he deepens the kiss. You feel a shiver run down your spine as his lips move against yours, his touch igniting a fire within you.
When you finally pull away, both of you panting softly for breath, Simon looks at you with a mixture of admiration and desire.
You lean in towards him again lips again just barely almost touching, “I love you, Simon.” Your words come out as a whisper against his lips, like a sweet prayer only for his ears.
In the buzz of the moment you forget about the world outside his room. Resting your head against his forehead you decide it’s probably best to show your face to the team before they start to get suspicious. “I should go out there.” You say, not wanting to leave his space.
You finish up the stitching, the silence between you now content. He gives a kiss to the top of your head, impossible to even think of getting enough of you. “You should take it easy, Y/N.” He says, as you reach the door to leave.
“You just got shot in the gut Si, and you’re worrying about a cut on my thigh.” You answer, raising an eyebrow of concern.
“Like I said, you kill me.”
Coming out of the room you catch Konïg in your peripheral vision. His face still covered and his gear intact, he stands in the main hall cleaning off a gun of his.
His eyes dart between You and the door you had just come out of. “You feeling okay, Maus?” He questions, looking you over for any broken bones or scratches but the only bandage you have is hidden under your lounge pants.
“Yes i’m okay. Konïg listen I-“ You start to explain your feelings when he puts up a soft hand.
“You were the first person he asked about on the Evac.” Your heart pings hearing his words. You never intended to hurt a man like him, he had just been caught in the crossfire. “I see the way he looks at you, Y/N. I wouldn’t live with myself If i stopped you from being happy.”
You feel a weight lift off your shoulders at Konïg's words, grateful for his understanding. “Thank you, Ko. I mean it.” You smile, getting a nod of solitude in return.
“Go rest Maus, we all need you back on the team in tip top shape.” He explains, his voice kind.
Finding yourself back in your room for the first time since yesterday, feels like a whole new world. You make your way to the bed and lay down on the covers, feeling the exhaustion of the past day finally catching up with you.
Closing your eyes, you let out a deep breath, and allow yourself to drift off to sleep, your mind keeping stuck on one thing; Simon.
A/N: Soft!Simon is quite literally the best thing to ever happen
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