suki !!

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 ☆ ͡   name - lyra !

 ♡𝅼  ͡   age - 20 ! (dec 3rd, 2004)

☆ ͡   prns - she / they !

 ♡𝅼  ͡   i plan on posting CALL OF DUTY related short fics && headcanons ! most of my work will also be found on tiktok (dolliezita) so if you recognize some of my posts here; that may be why !!

☆ ͡   i include about 20-ish characters each post, 10-12 being modern warfare characters, and then rotating ghosts, black ops, ww2 and operators each post!

 ♡𝅼  ͡   BYF; english is not my first language, nor my second, so if i make mistakes, please don't be rude.

☆ ͡   DNI: you're rude, or just here to attack me or others for the content they like. weird drama is also a big no !!!

 ♡𝅼  ͡   all my links can be found in my carrd; for example a link to my discord server, a link to my post request form...etcetc!

☆ ͡   this is all i can think of for now, thanks for reading !! https://lyrvcs.carrd.co/ < my carrd

dividers from v6gue !!

Simon, your boyfriend, was a quiet, yet observant man. His intimidating nature easily scared people away; even if you knew that deep down he has a soft, even kind heart. But the walls he’s built around his emotions are made of concrete, and only you have managed to slither through. 

He was making his way back from base, trying to not fall asleep at the wheel. Having not seen you for two whole weeks, he was truly just craving some alone time with you.

What you two had was special. You are tangled deep within each other’s souls, now and forever. 

Time passed quick, and he was already walking up the steps on the porch. But he had…an odd feeling in his stomach. Like something was wrong. 

Brushing it off, Simon grabbed his keys, quietly unlocking the door of your home, slowly walking inside. The house was quiet. Eerily quiet. There was a…dead silence.

Brows furrowed, he kicked off his boots, “Luv?” He called out into the empty house. Right before he was about to panic, he heard your sobs echo throughout the silence. 

With no hesitation, Simon bolted towards the sound, every sob sounding louder. He opened the bathroom door, and saw you curled up on the floor sobbing. The sight broke his heart; how long had you been like this?

The gloves that were like a second skin on his hands were immediately tugged off and cast aside, as he hurriedly knelt next to you. 

His warm, rough hands cupped your cheeks, as he maneuvered himself on the floor, hoisting you onto his lap, allowing you to curl up to him for comfort. 

“What’s going on sweetheart?” He asked, trying his best to keep his tone calm, as his hands tried to soothe away your tears. The gentle touch of his hands made it feel like stars were dancing on your skin. 

You were always an open book around Simon; because even if you tried to hide the truth, he’d still manage to coax it out of you. 

So you began venting out your emotions, half of your words interrupted with cries and sobs, but Simon only patiently listened. His hand gently rubbing your hip, the other running through your soft hair. 

“Take a breath, luv.” He spoke after a while, meeting your eyes. Something about the way he looks at you just soothes your soul. 

Following his advice, you took deep breaths, all while his hand ran through your hair, soothing words and praises falling from his lips. His voice was so gentle; a tone that only you were allowed to hear. A tone that was filled with the overflowing love he has for you. 

no thoughts just a needy, touch starved simon around his partner 𖦹

his s/o wearing a pair of leg warmers,, he'll compliment them, mention how they'd feel much better warming his shoulders. and he will damn well make sure they end up on his shoulders that very night.

getting into bed together, ready to sleep; but he has different ideas. his lovers back against his chest, his rough, war-ridden hands gently running a path over their hips, slipping under their shirt...

coming home and seeing his partner wearing his shirt makes him feral. all thoughts about a wholesome reunion are thrown in the gutter (where his mind usually is), and he's bee-lining towards his beloved, ready to ravish them.

so handsy. he'll gladly bug his partner while they do chores. hands teasing them as they do the dishes...kisses landing on their neck as they fold laundry. his only mission is to distract them.

insatiable. can't for the life of him get enough of his partner. even when he's deployed; during downtime, all he can think about is them...feeling their body against his, hearing the heavy breaths...

It had been a long two— almost three weeks since John last came to see you. His work kept him busy; but every free, waking moment he had, he spent with you.

Which is why he’s now walking down the rainy sidewalk, an umbrella in his left hand shielding him from the rain, while his right hand clutched a beautiful bouquet of flowers— he had certainly spent a pretty penny on it.

Everyone around John always knew of you; you were his angel, his pride and joy. A wonderul polaroid of you sat comfortably in his wallet, and your intials were sewn onto the inner layer of his bucket hat; his prized posession.

His phone is filled with heartfelt memories, gorgeous pictures of you; most of them taken secretly. He loved when you were in your element; just enjoying life, not posing for photos.

As he walked, his mind drifted back to you. All of your memories together. How you’d curl up to him whenever you two watched a scary movie. Days when he was swamped with paperwork and you’d bring him coffee.

Price loved you; everyone knew that. It was obvious. 

Finally, he was getting close. Slipping past the gate and closing it behind him, gravel crunching under his boots as he eagerly walked; just wanting to see you.

A soft smile rested on his lips once he finally reached you. Almost three weeks— far too long for him. He was used to speaking first; you were a quiet thing.

”Hey, luv.” He smiled, still grasping the flowers, and holding the umbrella in a way that’d shield you too. ”Sorry for being gone for three weeks. Bloody bastards flunked a simple mission; set us back by a week.”

He went on and on, telling you about everything that happened while he was there. Talked about his teammates; Gaz and Ghost, and how they’re getting a new teammate soon.

After nearly two hours,, he was done. 

because he's been stuck in my head lately. rudy come home the kids miss u.

divider from v6gue

no matter how busy his job makes him; he takes you out at least once a month. like a full on, flashy dinner date and then stargazing afterwards, a movie when you get home. 

actually loves cooking. you often come home to the comforting smell of homemade food, candlelit lighting, and maybe some calm music playing, while Rudy stands over a stove, making one of his delicious, traditional meals. he’s an excellent cook.

if you have a habit of falling asleep before even changing into pyjamas etc. he does it for you. he’ll carry you to bed, change you into one of his shirts, comb through your hair and if you’re wearing makeup; he’ll gently clean it off. 

whenever he comes back from deployment, he’s a little extra clingy. he hugs you tightly and close, burying his face in your neck, just basking in your scent; enjoying being surrounded by you and your love. 

always kisses you like it’s the first kiss you two share. it’s filled with intensity, passion, and most of all, love. his hands cup your cheeks, as he gently leads the kiss. 

a real gentleman. in bed, he sleeps closer to the edge so you have more room. when you’re out walking, he always makes sure hes on the side of the sidewalk thats closer to the road. opens dooes for you, everything. if he had it his way, you wouldn’t need to do anything for yourself. 

from the beginning of your relationship, he was always firm and forward about what he wants. he wanted you to know that he is serious about you, and that he was in it for the long run, if you were.

you’ve heard stories of how he’s a tough and scary man in the field; but it’s always so hard to believe them, when he’s such a sweet person around you. you’ve never ended up seeing that side of him– he makes sure of it. 

definitely feels bad for stray animals. more than once has he come home with a stray animal. yeah, he’s a stonecold military man, but he could never turn his back on an animal, for sure.

div from v6gue

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Simon stood next to you on the bridge, his nerves in overdrive and his heartbeat doubled its normal speed. 

The sunset casted beautiful orange hues across the skies, your eyes practically glued to them.

God, you were so beautiful to him. Especially in moments like these, when you were just…yourself; enjoying the sunset and gorgeous scenery.

His gloved hand nervously fiddled with the item in his pocket, hesitant brown eyes glancing between you and the sunset. Was he really about to do this?

Was he really going to propose?

Silently, his hand tucked some stray strands behind your ear, so that he could see your features better. The way your skin glowed; like the sun had shined just for you. 

Simon moved to stand behind you, his chest almost in contact with your back. 

Just like he had planned; when the lighting of the sunset hit just right, he pulled back enough to be able to kneel down. 

“Love?” He cleared his throat. You absentmindedly turned around, your eyes catching sight of him down on one knee. He hadn’t even pulled out the ring yet; your eyes glossing over with tears. 

“Since the day I met you, I knew one day I’d marry you.” He spoke gently, pulling out the ringbox. “You’ve been so patient and fuckin’ amazing with me, luv. I got so lucky meeting you.”

He cleared his throat, tears threatening to brim his eyes. “I could go on a long speech of all the ways you’ve made my life better, but we’d be here for days.” He chuckles, shaking his head.

“So, all I’m asking is, will you make me an even happier man than I already am, and do me the honors of marrying me? Can I marry you, sweetheart?”

Tears rolled down your cheeks, your head nodding vigorously, a wide smile crossing your lips. No words escaped, but he definitely understood your answer. 

Simon shot up, lifting you into his arms and spinning you around; a few tears escaping his eyes aswell. You two were like in your own little bubble, everyone around you forgotten. 

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Your fifth anniversary was here already! A yearly tradition you two had, was visit the same bridge he proposed to you on. You had put a lock on the bridge, and every year you two came here to add another smaller lock onto the original lock.

Simon admired the sunset once again; it was almost as beautiful as it was on the day he proposed. 

He idly fiddled with the ring on his finger; he hadn’t taken it off a single time ever since you two got married. 

Walking over to the lock, he opened it, slipping on another smaller lock; in tradition. The lock closed with a click, as he sighed, standing up. 

“Five years, huh?” He chuckled in amazement, yet the look in his eyes was something…somber. His fingers tapped against the railing, shoulders sagging. 

“I still look for you sometimes, you know?” He spoke. “When I wake up, I half-expect this all to be a sick nightmare and that you’ll be there, lookin’ all pretty in my bed again.”

He bit down on his lip to stop his tears, clearing his throat. “It’s so…weird. Everyone keeps askin’ about you and leavin’ their condolences. I just can’t…understand it.”

“For once, something was going right in my damn life and it got taken away too. You got taken away. It’s not fair.” He rambled, hands squeezed in fists. 

With a sigh, he wiped his eyes, and backed away from the railing. “I’ll see you again this time next year, yeah, luv?” He pushed back the strain in his voice.

“Tell Johnny I said hi.”

divider from elryisia !!

— your husband, Simon, takes you to meet his best friend for the first time.

(divider from kodaswrld)

You laid in your husband, Simon’s arms. His hand absentmindedly running through your hair, other hand secured on your baby bump, gently caressing it. 

After you had told him you were pregnant, he had been more protective than ever. 

He was deep in thought, eyes focused on the ceiling. You knew that when he zoned out like this, it was because he was thinking of something serious. 

“I wanna take you to see Johnny, luv.” His rough voice gruffed, eyes trailing down to meet yours. 

Johnny. Simon didn’t speak much of him. You knew they worked together, but that was it. He always seems to go quiet when Johnny is brought up. 

“R- Really?” You choked, wide eyes meeting his. It was a true surprise; he never spoke of the man, and now he wants to take you to see him? 

“Yeah.” He whispered, slightly nodding his head. Simon had a tendency to be very…reserved. “It’s about time, I reckon.”

… 

And just like that, you two were sat in the car, in silence. The radio was off; this wasn’t a time for music, Simon said. 

Your hands nervously played with the ripped leather of the seat; a bad habit you had gained while being nervous. Simon didn’t mind though. Anything to ease your mind. 

The drive continued on in tense silence, Simon’s hands gripping the steering wheel so hard his knuckles were turning white. 

He was never good at showing his emotions, so you got better at reading him through the little things. He was sat up a little straighter than usual, his jaw was clenched, and he occasionally moved a hand to his chest to touch his dogtags. 

He was nervous. 

After what felt like an eternity, the car stopped. Simon got out, walked to your side and helped you out aswell. It seemed like you were in the middle of nowhere. Is this where you die?

No. Surely Simon wouldn’t do that. 

His tattooed hand held your hand, starting to pull you along. You walked down a pathway, onto an open meadow, stopping by the cliff, overlooking the water. 

Oh.

“Hey, Johnny.” Simon gruffed quietly, his eyes zoned into the distant sunset. “Finally brought the missus around. Sad you couldn’t actually meet her, but I know you’re up there watchin’ us.” You stayed silent, even tearing up as you watched your husband speak to his late friend. 

“Even managed to knock her up.” He muttered, a chuckle-like sound following. “‘s a boy. We’re gonna name him Johnny.”

You two sat there, watching the sunset, Simon truly opening up to you. He told you everything about his and Johnny’s friendship, he told you how he passed, and everything after it. How Simon came here every week. 

After the sun had finally set, Simon let out a soft sigh. “We need to get going, luv.” 

“See you again next Friday, Johnny.” Simon spoke, before grabbing your hand, helping you up and beginning to lead you back to the car.

He opened his heart to you a little more today, and you’ll forever cherish that. 

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Simon pushed the stroller down the dirt path, your toddler son babbling in there, playing with his pacifier. 

Finally making it to the opening, he let out a sigh, “That path definitely ain’t made for strollers.” He watched the sunset with a smile again. “Johnny, meet little Johnny. Sorry we haven’t come by sooner, it’s been hectic since the birth.” Simon’s eyes were focused on little Johnny, as he took in another sharp breath. “You’ve properly met my wife now then, haven’t you?” Tears glossed his eyes as he moved his eyes to the sunset; it was more colorful than usual.