I love how you've drawn Simon 👀😳 the shading and the intimidating aura around him 💖 Plus how you've added the cute versions too 🥰💖

Oh man I'm enjoying it 😌💖

This is so GOOD SCOOT!!!!! 🤩🤩💖 The expression??? The sad puppy eyes?? The choker??

He's ridiculously handsome, my god 😳😫

"You're my favourite." He couldn't help the smile on his lips as he spoke softly into the peaceful dark. 💞💕

Simon laid there, shocked for a moment before he exhaled happily in surprise. His cheeks warmed and his eyes creased. He moved his hand up to Johnny's hair and ruffled it. He placed a kiss to his sergeant's forehead.

Simon could feel Johnny's breath on his nose. He blinked back the surprise, but before he could say anything Johnny piped up. "You're my favourite." He lowered his head and snuggled his face into Simon's shoulder, getting as close to the man as he possibly could.

That had been months ago before he'd even decided to voice his attraction for the Scot. Simon turned to Johnny, lifting his hand up and resting it on the man's shoulder. "You awake still?" Johnny shifted next to him, a hand snaked it's way up Simon's chest and rested on his cheek.

He waved off his staring, claiming he'd zoned out momentarily and was deep in thought about the mission. He felt a few times that the mask wouldn't be able to cover the blush that emitted from him, the emotions being so bright and raw.

He was so thankful for his mask many times when they'd been on mission and Soap, Johnny, had looked up at him and the light had hit his gorgeous blue eyes so perfectly, making them glitter with the lighter flecks sprinkled into them.