'Can You Translate That From Bullshit To English?'

made more of these. now featuring Claire and Jody ‼️

Loser!Simon Riley dating you - you’re his first significant other ever. he’s not great about expressing himself, not wanting to come off as too clingy or needy. he wants to be helpful so he ends up following you around - the first time he came over to your place he almost followed you into the bathroom

Loser!Simon Riley that holds anything you give him - he will not let go of it until you comment on it. you hand him a pan in the kitchen? well, you didn’t say if you wanted it on the stove, in a cupboard, the sink… so he’ll just hold it. grip a little too tight, knuckles almost white as he waits for you to give him instructions. when you look back at him and smile his knees go weak, “Oh, sorry— you can put it on the stove, Simon.”

Loser!Simon Riley that gets most of his dating advice from Johnny. Simon taking his advice literally, not interrupting it any other way. Johnny absentmindedly saying that he should help you into the passenger seat - but he walks off before Simon can ask for clarification. Johnny had meant simply opening the door for you, and Simon does that… he also lifts you up and sits you down, buckling you up before closing the door

Loser!Simon Riley’s brain turning to mush when you touch him. he doesn’t initiate touch for a couple weeks because he doesn’t know what to do - hold your hand? rest an arm around your shoulders? put a hand on the small of your back? the first time he does anything it’s barely noticeable. sitting at a restaurant together, your hand resting on the table as you talk. he’s sweating bullets as he silently puts his hand on the table, his pinky finger resting over yours

-Hey Ghost! -Ay up Johnny!

a lil birthday present for @sunlitlemonade :’) <333

based on this fic,, pls go read all of them actually!!!!!!!

Price: "Keep up, boys. Little sergeants who get left behind get eaten."

Soap: "Did he just call us little?"

Gaz: "I'm more concerned with the getting eaten part."

John reminds Nikolai of an ocean.

He'll make the comparison to dazzingly blue eyes but he keeps the truth tucked between two ribs, away from sight.

There are corpses in the midst, bloated and forgotten along the ocean floor. Occasionally, someone will toss a body over the side of the boat, and they'll join the cemetery of the nameless below.

Despite the calm of the water, something darker always lurks underneath, ready to drag an unsuspecting under it's depths. People see it's surface and make the assumption that safety is a given, approaching the tides with confidence. They're drowning is slow. Throat raw as they choke around the water that seems intent on finding a home in their lungs, eyes stinging as they thrash and fight a force that's godly in it's vigour.

He flows through life with a fluidity that is beyond practice. Places himself in front of a gun with smooth precision, the calm before the storm.

And at the echoing thunder of those he leads, he drags them off a cliff onto the rocks below. Backs broken, blood spilt and yet the water stays blue.

Above all, Nikolai opens his arms, and John floods his every sense.

Re-blog this if:

- you’re gay - can read - support gay people - want to hold a match between your fingers as you wander the halls of an ancient castle because it’s your only source of light amidst the ghosts of people long past - are an antelope - or want a chocolate bar.

No one will know which applies.

Fic idea where it’s Soap and Gaz, who very quickly after joining Task Force 141, realized they were unequivocally, indisputably and irrefutably in love with their superiors. So they make a plan to charm them.

Except their targets are:

John “I don’t need therapy I need retirement” Price

and

Simon “if you feel nothing you lose nothing” Riley

simon didn't even say anything when you asked, he just complied.

"shh– 's okay, baby," he sushes your cries, hand brushing your cheek but his eyes are glued to where you two are connected. "i'm– shit— i'm halfway in already."

"halfway?!" you whine, and both of you giggle at the notion. well, nobody told you to ask your best friend to fuck you with his huge dick. "hate you, simon," you gasp, all bark and no bite.

he kisses your pouty lips, moaning at the way the movement makes him slip a bit deeper in you. "hm, tha' so, luv?"

no, you don't. he knows it and you know it, it only gets more obvious when he's bottoming out with a thumb on your clit and you're coming around him. he can only coo at you, "fuckin' hell– hate me, ya said?" slowly fucking into you. "don't think–" he's cut off but his own moan, you're still clenching around him as you come down from your orgasm. "don't think so, baby."