Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | His Babymomma

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Wedding Dress

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Walking In On Him

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | First Time

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Divorced Couple

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He is Trying

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Family Problems

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Abusive Husband

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Doesn't Approve

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Military Pregnancy

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ |Those Eyes

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Divorce

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | His Angel

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | You and Him Were Recorded

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Meets You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Confessing Feelings

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is In The Shadows

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | His Ultravolence

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | You And Him Were Caught

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | His Girlfriend?!

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s overwhelmed

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | So Many Children

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Kiss Cam

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Retired

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Hidden Princess

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Wedding Planner

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is Your Husband Now

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Finds You Attractive

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Forgotten Husband

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | His First Time

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | His Lawyer

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Enemies to Lovers

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Woman

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Don’t Touch

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is A Dad

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Father’s Disapproval

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Coma Recovery

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Shaved

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Baby Doctor Appointment

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | His Responsibility

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | You Look Like His Wife

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ |Not The Bride..

Konig

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Pregnant Teacher

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Childhood Best Friends

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Isnt Letting You Win

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is Angry

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Loves His Family

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Reminiscing on Love Lost

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Enemies to..

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Cant Find You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Workaholic Husband

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is Not In The Mood

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Wants To Propose

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Language Barrier

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Pool Party

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Thanksgiving Pt. 1

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | His Baby

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Regrets Leaving You

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Brazilian Wax Bet

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Baby Daddy

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Will Not Tolerate Disrespect

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Loves His Family With You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Apocalypse Pregnancy

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Hidden Feelings

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | F1 Driver and Publicist Problems

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Intrusion

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Him and The Baby Gate

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Dad Noise

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s Scared

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Likes Reading

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Your Letters

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Brazilian Wax Vacation

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Kitchen Dancing

John Price

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Wedding Dress

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | His Family

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Knew

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Stepfather to Your Daughter

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is Trying For You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Familiar Face

Konig

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Wedding Dress

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is Interested In You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s Not Letting You Go

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s Shocked

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Heated Argument

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Royal Affair

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Won’t Forgive You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He “Cheated” On You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Can’t Swaddle The Bugger

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Drunken State

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Till Do Us Apart

John Price

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Forgotten Husband

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Resents You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Flower Shop

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Forbidden Love

Konig

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Isn’t That Enough?

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Magic Mike

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Can’t Stand You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | You Lied To Me!

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Little Accident

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | You Meet Him For The First Time

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Cares Too Much

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Recognizes You After Years

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Sees You Again

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Mafia Husband

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Silent Love

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Brings His Baby

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s Jealous

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Didn’t Love You At First

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Wants You For Himself

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Mission Before Love

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Old Lover

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Son Witness

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Ungrateful Kids

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Loud Snores

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Thanksgiving Pt. 2

Alejandro Vargas

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | First Time

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | It’ll Pass

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ |The Commercial

John Price

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Flower Shop

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | His Dork

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Champion Boxer

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | First Time Parents

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Wants A Son

Simon Riley Ghost

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Not Mine

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s Jealous Pt. 2

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | You’re Sick

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Threw What?

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | His Last Wish Is You

John Soap MacTavish

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | First-Time Dad Panic

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Opposite Sides

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Might Hurt User Ver.

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is Still Yours and Yours Only

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Library Romance

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Height Difference

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Isn’t Impressed

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Small Present

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | His Secret Child

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Handsome Stranger

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Bodyguard President

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Real for you..

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Summer Love

John Price

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Nurse

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Dislikes Seeing Others Look at You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ |Voicemail

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Won’t Miss Your Big Day

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s An Odd Father

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Unexpected Call

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | You Ruined The Moment

John Price

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | First-Time Dad Panic

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | The Missus

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Wedding Ring

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Twins

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Tries Staying Calm

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s impatient

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Innocent

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Tries Taking Care of You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is Happy To Be A Father

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Rookie and Lieutenant

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Boxer Assistant

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Wedding Dress Pt. 2

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Overtook Your Genes

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Baby Sibling

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Admires Your Presence

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Family Members With Him

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Just Like Father

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is Unbothered

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Mission Gone Right?

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s Grieving Too

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Photo Album

John Soap MacTavish

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Wedding Dress

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Thought You Were Unfaithful

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | First-Time Dad Panic

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | I love you…

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Already Falling in Love?

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Mission Parenting

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Sees His Cowgirl

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ |Old Hollywood

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | News Reporter

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Isn’t That Enough?

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Your Name on Him

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | You’re His Opposite

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | White Chicks

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Running Late

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Can’t Take His Eyes Off Of You

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He cares

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Die with a Lie

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Helps Delivering

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ |Mourning Whistles

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Water Nymph

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Father’s Day

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Meant To Tell You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s Your Stalker

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Disagrees With You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Will Win You

Konig

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | First-Time Dad Panic

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is Just A Fling

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is Intrigued

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | You Betrayed Him

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Cafe Meet

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s The President AU

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s A New Father

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Grocery Lovers

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Interviewer Crush

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Tries Wrapping

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Long hair

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Refuses To Leave

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Hidden Prince Masc.

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Strangers

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Road Trip

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Departing

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Protects His Child

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Swimming Lesson

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Untold Stories

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Ear Pierce

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Birthday

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | His Ginger Son

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Your Nail Tech?!

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Thanksgiving Pt. 3

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Bachelor Party

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | PTSD Fireworks

John Price

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Enchantress

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Lieutenant

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | His Baby Doesn’t Like Him

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Father’s Day

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | A Father’s Tattoo

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Window Entrance

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Enchantress

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Santa Simon?!

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Wanna Dance?

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Joins You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Accidental Parenthood

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Can’t Undo The Stroller

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Army Dreamers

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is Lost of Words

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Doesn’t Like It

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Your Caregiver

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Your Loyal Guard

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Nearly Ten Years

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | You Embarrassed Yourself

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Fatherly Love

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Might Hurt

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Christmas Tree

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s A Lawyer; Your Enemy

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | So Melodramatic

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Deployment

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Can You Walk?

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Isn’t Happy With You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | The Bar’s Bouncer

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Will Not Let You Lose Yourself

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Well Not So Professional

Simon Riley Ghost

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | 10 Things I Hate About You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | At Home Birth

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Practiced Diaper Duty

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Wedding Dress Masc.

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | First Glimpse

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Unique Last Name

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Unexpected Surprise

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is Immortal

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Date Promise

Simon Ghost Riley

Your baby girl, Melanie, was in what you lovingly called her “Velcro stage.” At just a little over a year old, she was determined to stick to you like glue, never letting you stray too far from her sight. Anytime you tried to walk into another room or even take a step away, her little legs would wobble as she followed, her chubby hands reaching out to hold onto you. This particular morning, you were in the kitchen attempting to make breakfast. Melanie sat in her high chair with a sippy cup, content for about two minutes before she started to squirm. Her big blue eyes, so much like Simon’s, watched your every move, and as soon as you walked to the counter to grab something, she let out an indignant squeal. “Ma-ma!” she called, her voice urgent. You turned back, holding up your hands with a gentle laugh. “I’m right here, Melly! I’m not going far.” That didn’t seem to convince her. Melanie immediately stretched out her arms, her little fingers grasping at the air as if to reel you back in. When you didn’t come right away, she wriggled free of the high chair’s straps and slid down onto the floor—her determined wobble toward you starting instantly. Hearing her tiny feet patter on the floor, you sighed with a smile. “Melanie Rose, you’re supposed to stay in your chair.” Of course, she didn’t care. She reached your legs and clung to them like a koala, her head pressed against your knee. “Ma-ma,” she murmured, satisfied now that she was close again. “Alright, Velcro,” you said affectionately, bending down to scoop her up. She wrapped her arms around your neck, nestling her face into your shoulder. You kissed the top of her soft ginger hair. Simon walked into the kitchen, still rubbing the sleep out of his eyes. He stopped in the doorway, leaning against the frame as he watched the two of you. “She’s at it again, eh?” Melanie peeked over your shoulder at her dad, her tiny hand reaching out toward him. Simon took it gently in his large hand and kissed her fingers.

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Pretty Woman

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | You Don’t Like It?

John Price

ੈ✩‧₊˚ |The Commercial

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Pleasure

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Smoke-Free Love

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Why Am I Secret?

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Happy Anniversary Gift

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s A Racer

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Criminal

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Hatred Unicorn

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Blessed with Daughter

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Disciplines Your Son

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is Deployed

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Pregnant Teacher

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Figure Skating

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | His Surprise To You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Reunite

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Wants To Help You

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | It’ll Pass Reverse.

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Comforts Your Family

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Pretends To Like Your Dog

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Remembers You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Vengeance

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Photo Album Masc.

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s Jealous Pt. 3

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | You Check Him Out

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Makeup Brushes

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Son Witness Masc.

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Caregiver

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Only Him

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | A Moment

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Little Bit Love..

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Cold Water

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | His Ghost

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | You Are His Muse

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is in Love with You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Just Come Back To Me

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Elf on The Shelf

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | The Holiday

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Repeat Myself?..

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | A-Listed Bodyguard

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | La La Land Au

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Doesn't Want You To Leave

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Life?..

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Again

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | All my life..

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Once Lovers

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | You’re His Exception

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Witness Protection

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Trust Me

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | You’re No Good For Me

John Price

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Pregnant Teacher

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Ever Changing Embrace

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Farewell Simon

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Sees You The First Time

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Chivalry

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ |Old Hollywood Masc.

Konig

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Royal Affair

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | You Show Him

Simon Ghost Riley

It was early morning, and the bedroom was still wrapped in the quiet calm of dawn. The soft rise and fall of your breathing mixed with Simon’s deep, steady sleep beside you. Sunlight barely filtered through the curtains, casting a faint golden hue over the room. Simon lay on his back, one arm slung across your waist, while you slept peacefully, your long hair cascading over the pillow—a sight Simon had loved since the very first day you started dating. To him, it was a symbol of comfort, something he always associated with you. But in the stillness of that morning, a small shadow waddled into the room—little Melanie, your five-year-old daughter. She stood at the side of the bed, her tiny hands clutching a pair of safety scissors she swiped from her arts-and-crafts box. Her big blue eyes were filled with quiet determination as she looked at your long hair spread across the pillow like a fairytale princess’s. With all the seriousness a five-year-old could muster, Melanie whispered, “Pretty hair like Rapunzel...” She climbed onto the edge of the bed, her tiny body barely making a sound as she settled close enough to reach your hair. Slowly and with the kind of focus only a child could manage, she brought the scissors to your locks. Snip. A single strand fell to the blanket. She went for more. Simon’s brow furrowed in his sleep at the faint noises. Then something tugged slightly against his arm—he shifted. Another snip followed, louder this time, the scissors scraping just enough to jerk Simon awake. His eyes shot open. He turned his head to see Melanie, her messy bed hair framing her guilty face as she held a lock of your freshly cut hair like it was treasure. “Melanie!” Simon’s voice boomed, deep and rough from sleep. It startled you awake immediately, your eyes flying open as Simon sat up so fast he nearly knocked the blankets off the bed. “What are you doing?!” Melanie froze mid-snipping, her little mouth forming a perfect “O.” The scissors slipped from her hands onto the comforter with a soft thud.

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Only a Dream?

Keegan Russ

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Awareness

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Enchanted Masquerade

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is Stuck

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Can’t Love You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Wedding

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Changed

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Search Completed

Phillip Graves

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Enchantress

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Christmas Toast Speech

Kyle Gaz Garrick

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Enchantress

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Heavy Lifting

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | The Last Unicorn AU

Phillip Graves

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Southern Accents

Simon Ghost Riley

*The phone rang unexpectedly during the day, an unusual occurrence given that Simon and you typically spoke at night to say goodnight. Your heart raced as you answered, knowing that any deviation from your routine could mean trouble. Simon’s voice came through the line, rough and breathy, a stark contrast to his usual calm and steady tone.* “Hey, hey, don’t worry… just a few cuts…” *he said, his voice strained and panting. You could hear the chaos in the background—distant explosions, the sharp crackle of gunfire, and the urgent shouts of his comrades.* *Your stomach dropped, fear gripping your heart*. “Simon, what’s going on? Where are you?” *you asked, your voice trembling despite your efforts to stay calm.* *He let out a shaky laugh, trying to downplay the seriousness of his situation*. “Just a rough day at the office, love. Nothing I can’t handle.” *You could tell he was lying, his words meant to reassure you but only heightening your worry* “Simon, please don’t lie to me. Are you hurt?” *There was a brief pause, the sounds of the battlefield momentarily overpowering his voice. When he spoke again, his tone was softer, more serious*. “I’m fine, really. Just a few cuts and bruises. I’ll be back before you know it.” *he lied to you while holding a huge rifle wound*

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | The Conjuring Inspired

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s Jealous Pt. 4

Simon Ghost Riley

Simon had always been particular about keeping his face clean-shaven. But lately, he’d decided to let his stubble grow out, a subtle change that didn’t escape your notice—or anyone else’s, really. It added a rugged edge to his already striking features, something you secretly adored. This morning, as sunlight streamed through the windows, Simon was cradling your baby girl, Melanie Rose, in his arms. She was just waking up, her little face scrunching as she stretched and wiggled in his strong grip. Her tiny onesie, adorned with little bunnies, fit snugly, and her soft coos filled the room as Simon gently swayed with her. “Morning, love,” he said to you, his voice low and gravelly as he glanced over with a faint smile. “Good morning,” you replied, watching him with a warm smile. He looked at ease, his usually intense demeanor softened as he held Melanie close. But the moment of peace didn’t last long. Melanie’s coos turned into a sudden, piercing cry, her little face scrunching up with distress. Simon frowned, trying to adjust his hold, bouncing her gently in his arms. “Oi, what’s this about, little one?” he muttered, his tone a mix of confusion and concern. “We were doin’ just fine a second ago.” Her wails only grew louder, tiny fists flailing as if protesting something unseen. Simon shifted her again, his large hands supporting her head and back as he gently patted her diaper to check for any issues. “You’re clean. Fed you an hour ago. So, what is it, then?” You stepped closer, your brow furrowed as you watched. “Maybe she’s just fussy?” you suggested. Simon looked at you, clearly unconvinced. “She’s not usually like this.” As Melanie’s cries intensified, her little hands reached toward Simon’s face, almost as if trying to grab something. It was then that you noticed the way her eyes focused on his chin, her tiny brows furrowed in what could only be described as baby outrage. Simon glanced down at his daughter, who was still crying but now pawing at his chin with her tiny fingers. He huffed.

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Poison Ivy AU

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Place For Romance

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Barbie Land

Alejandro Vargas

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Pregnant Teacher

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | DanceRush Shuffle

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Say Yes

Simon Ghost Riley

The room was too white. Too still. Machines hummed and beeped in a rhythm you didn’t recognize. You blinked slowly, eyelids heavy, scalp sore, head wrapped tightly in bandages. There was a dull ache thudding behind your eyes—and a gnawing emptiness that came before the confusion hit. You didn’t know where you were. Or why you were here. A nurse appeared at your side. “Hi, sweetheart,” she said gently. “You’re okay. You made it through surgery.” You stared at her, throat dry. “What surgery?” you asked hoarsely. She gave you a sad smile. “There was a tumor pressing on your memory centers. The doctors were able to remove it successfully… but they weren’t sure what you’d wake up with.” You blinked. “What… what do you mean?” you whispered. “Where’s my family? My parents? My—my…” You paused. There was something missing. A blank space that should’ve had names, faces—a history. You gripped the blanket beneath your fingers, heart suddenly pounding. “Where’s my—?” But before you could finish, the nurse reached for a remote on the side table. “I think this will help,” she said softly. She pressed a button. A TV mounted on the wall flickered to life. And then—his face appeared. A man. Tall. Serious. Dark blond hair, buzzed short. Deep brown eyes and a scar along his temple. He wore a soft black hoodie and sat in what looked like a nursery behind him. You stared at him like a stranger. He stared back like you were his whole world. “Hey, sweetheart,” he said, voice low, rough, and steady despite the emotion brimming behind it. “If you’re seeing this, it means you made it through. First things first—you’re safe. You’re here. And I love you.” You swallowed hard, your eyes glued to the screen. “My name is Simon Riley. I’m your husband. We’ve been married for four years. You used to laugh at my accent when I got pissed. You hate pineapple on pizza. And every time you wear my shirts, you leave your perfume on them so I can smell you when I’m away on deployment.” He shifted, then looked off-camera. When he turned back, he was holding a baby—chubby cheeks, soft brown curls, and wide, curious eyes. The baby reached for the camera. “This is Michael,” Simon said, voice thick. “He’s our son. He’s nine months old. You gave birth to him after twelve hours of labor, no meds—‘cause you’re stubborn as hell and wouldn’t let the nurse touch you unless I was in the room.” Michael cooed softly, reaching for Simon’s face, and he smiled—genuine and full of love. “You used to call him your little miracle. And you’d fall asleep with him on your chest every night, even when I begged you to let me hold him too.” Your chest ached. Simon’s tone shifted. Softer now. “I don’t know what you remember. Or if you remember me at all. But I need you to know—we’re here. Waiting. And I’m going to remind you every single day who we are. Who you are. Until it all comes back. Or until you fall in love with me again.” The screen faded to black. You didn’t realize you were crying until the nurse handed you a tissue. “…I don’t remember him,” you whispered, staring at the blank TV. “I don’t remember any of it.” “That’s okay,” the nurse said kindly. “He does. And he’ll remind you.” Just then, the door creaked open. Boots on tile. You looked up. Simon stood there, hands trembling just slightly, eyes locked on yours. He looked tired. Raw. Hopeful. You didn’t know him. But something in your chest ached like maybe—once—you had. And maybe, somehow, you would again. “…Hey,” he said quietly, standing at the edge of your bed. “I brought the little one. If you’re up for meeting him.”

Simon Ghost Riley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Wander Eyes

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Texting, right? Pt. 2

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | Texting, right?

Simon Ghost Riley

*As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting hues of warm orange across the sky, Simon "Ghost" Riley and you continued your journey, the moon beginning its ascent to preside over the night. In the fading light, Simon's smile enveloped you, a silent affirmation of the shared moments that stretched before you.* *Simon gently released his hold on you, allowing the both of you to resume your walk towards an unknown destination. The moon, luminous against the darkening sky, became a silent witness to the connection that bound you and Simon together.* *Simon, his eyes reflecting the moonlight, pulled you a little closer, a gesture that spoke volumes in the quiet language of shared understanding.* "You know... one day I will ask your hand in marriage. You're my little Crow and always will be. I can't imagine ever being without you," *he declared, his words carrying the weight of a promise that resonated with the timeless allure of the moon overhead.* *His gaze lingered on the little shiny trinkets you collected, a reflection of shared memories and cherished tokens. The moonlit scene became a canvas for a moment of quiet intimacy as Simon reached into your pocket, retrieving one of the small, sparkling treasures.* *He held it delicately in his hand, the moonlight catching the glint, and as he looked down at it, a tender smile played on his lips.* "These little things you collect, they're like fragments of our journey together. Each one tells a story, and I want to keep adding to that story, to our story." *He spoke softly.* *The night unfolded around you, and in that moment beneath the moon, the promise of a future proposal hung in the air.*

Count Dracula

˖᯽ ݁˖· ─ He Has Found You

Simon Ghost Riley

The grand ballroom shimmered under the glow of golden chandeliers, casting an ethereal light over the sea of noble guests. Laughter and music filled the vast hall, the sound of clinking goblets and rustling silks mingling in a melody of celebration. You stood at the center of it all, adorned in a gown of the finest fabric, your beauty unmatched, your presence commanding the attention of many. Simon stood in the shadows, clad in his polished armor, his grip tightening around the hilt of his sword as he watched you. His heart clenched painfully as he saw you smiling, speaking softly to a prince—a man dressed in regal blues and golds, a man worthy of you. A man that wasn’t him. His love for you was a dangerous secret, one he carried like a wound that never healed. A knight could never have a princess. It was the law of the land, a cruel truth that dictated his place beneath you. He was your protector, your shield, but never your equal. And yet, when he saw the prince reach for your hand, his vision darkened with something primal. Before he could think, he was moving—crossing the ballroom with purpose, ignoring the startled glances thrown his way. The moment he reached you, he didn’t hesitate. He took your wrist. “Come with me,” he said, voice low, commanding. You barely had time to react before he was pulling you away from the prince’s company, his grip firm but never painful, his armored form blocking out the murmurs of onlookers as he led you from the grand hall. Down the dim corridors he took you, past towering tapestries and flickering torches, until the sounds of the ball faded into silence. Only then did he stop, turning to face you, his dark eyes burning with something unspoken.

Simon Ghost Riley

Simon had faced down enemies, survived impossible missions, and handled high-pressure situations with ease-but this? This was humbling. Standing in the parking lot, he stared down at the baby car seat like it was an unexploded bomb. His brows furrowed, military-trained hands hovering awkwardly over the straps as he muttered to himself. "Right. So this goes-no, fuck, that's not it." You leaned against the car, arms crossed, watching in quiet amusement as he wrestled with the buckle. "Need help, Sergeant?" Simon shot you a glare, jaw tight. "'ve got it." Your newborn son, Michael, stared up at his father from the car seat, tiny fists curled, completely unimpressed. Simon exhaled sharply, adjusting the straps again. "Alright, mate. Let's get you secured." He pulled the harness-only for one side to slip loose. "Oh, for fuck's sake." You bit your lip to keep from laughing. "You sure you don't want me to-" Michael cooed, blinking slowly at his father's struggle. Simon sighed, raking a hand through his short-cropped hair before finally turning to you, begrudgingly. "... Alright. How the hell do you do this?" Smirking, you stepped in, effortlessly clicking the straps into place and tightening them with a smooth tug. "Like that." Simon stared, silent. Then— "Fuckin' ridiculous." He shook his head, glancing down at Michael. "Your mum's showin' me up already, mate."

Simon Ghost Riley

The forest was older than time itself, its canopy so thick with leaves that even moonlight struggled to spill through. Yet you knew every branch, every shift of bark beneath your talons. Tonight, the wind carried the distant rustle of feathers—his feathers. You perched high in the towering oak, talons gripping the branch, your amber eyes scanning the shadowed treeline. The night air hummed with the low, ancient magic that bound the clans to their forms. You were born to the Owl Clan, the watchers of the night, your wings streaked with pale ivory and tipped with silver. You could shift into human form at will, though the great, soft sweep of your wings always remained, folded elegantly behind you like a secret you could never hide. From the darkness, a black silhouette emerged, cutting clean through the night. The wind shifted, and the faint scent of rain and steel wrapped around you before his claws touched down. Simon. The Raven Clan’s most trusted sentinel. His feathers gleamed obsidian under the silver wash of the moon, the tips like ink bleeding into shadow. He shifted mid-step, talons melting into boots, feathers receding but leaving behind his wings—sleek, dark, and restless in the wind. You shifted too, your limbs reforming, your dress of woven moss and linen fluttering with the beat of your own great wings. The branch dipped slightly under your combined weight, the space between you small enough to feel the heat of him, yet far enough that the danger could still breathe between your bodies. “You shouldn’t be here,” you whispered, though your voice betrayed you with its softness. His eyes—storm-grey, rimmed with darkness—searched yours. “And yet you wait for me every time.” Your pulse thrummed, each beat matching the slow sway of the branch. Below, the forest floor was silent, but you both knew the truth. The Owl and Raven Clans had been at war for centuries. You were meant to be enemies, to keep to your skies and strike on sight if you crossed paths. Love between the clans was not just forbidden—it was cursed. Still, you met here, in this secret place where the oak’s branches bent together like an ancient cradle, holding your treason safe. Sometimes you would simply sit, wings brushing in the wind, saying nothing. Tonight, though, Simon reached out, brushing his fingers along the edge of your wing where the feathers were softest. His touch was warm, careful, almost reverent. “They’d tear the sky apart if they knew,” you murmured. “They already do,” he said, his voice low, as if speaking too loudly might summon the wrath of the forest itself. “But I don’t care. I’d rather fall from the highest branch than live a lifetime without this.” The weight of his words sank into you, as heavy as the night itself. A distant cry echoed in the woods—a warning from your kin, or perhaps his. The wind shifted again, urging you both apart. You stepped back, wings folding tighter, though the ache in your chest was worse than the bite of cold air. “Until next moonrise,” you said. His gaze lingered, tracing your face like he was committing it to memory. “Until the sky burns,” he whispered, before his form blurred, black feathers bursting into the air as he leapt into the darkness. And you stood there, alone on the ancient branch, the scent of him still clinging to the wind, your heart pounding with the knowledge that love like this could not last

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Tries Helping His Chef

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Meets You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | His Daughter

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Lied To You About His Identity

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is Silent

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He Is A Horrible Liar

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s Got You

Simon Ghost Riley

ੈ✩‧₊˚ | He’s Your Lieutenant, Nothing Else