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18, pronouns are she/her!

my writings : as i am a student, i mostly write when i can, and mostly about my interests such as : kpop, video games, anime etc...

as a queer girl i write heterosexual romance but also wlw !

what i DO NOT write : cnc stuff, age gap and anything nsfw with animals or underaged characters/person involved.

REQUESTS

⤷ about kpop

i will not write about boys groups.

⤷ about video games & anime

for now i mostly write about the call of duty license but if you have any special requests feel free to ask me!

simon riley who discovered a new passion for coffee lately. curious because he always preferred tea, it certainly doesn’t have anything to do with the fact that the bartender is really cute, right ?

it started few weeks ago when he came back from deployment, he was on his way to the gym when he noticed this new coffee shop, that he believes opened when he was away.

simon always had a sweet tooth, he naturally stopped to admire the numerous pastries in front of him, all of them seeming as delicious as the others. he spent a few minutes in front of the display, wondering which one he should get.

that’s when he saw you, as sweet as the pastries, you were wearing the coffee shop’s uniform and chatting with a client.

he entered the shop, standing in the line and repeating his order in his head to not mess it up. when the client before him noticed a giant man waiting behind them, they excused themselves and as they left your eyes landed on him.

"hello sir, what can i get for you ?" simon gulped at the charming sound of your voice.

"coffee."

"iced or hot?"

he sized you up quickly. "hot."

he mentally cursed himself as you went to prepare his order, cringing at his own behavior. he didn’t only messed up what he wanted, he also managed to act like a prick, not even saying please or thank you.

he watched you intently make his coffee, humming to yourself with a lazy smile, simon shamelessely observed.

his heart was beating fast as he left the shop, his eyes landing on the hot cup in his hands. now what was he thinking ordering a hot coffee in summer ? he reluctantly sipped it, wincing at the bitterness. this reminded simon why he didn’t like coffee in the first place.

price is not your friend but not your lover either. your relationship is a bit complicated to explain.

you spend your time together like friends, chatting about random things, not personal because ghost reminded you to not trust anyone easily ; price doesn't need anyone reminding him. joking around softly when you can, spending some lunch time with some other few people when john is free enough to leave his office.

you even went to a pub one night to watch football with the task force, john tried not to show it but he was delighted.

however you feel it sometimes. the lingering feeling between the two of you.

the way he would check your gear a second time before a mission, almost like trying to ground himself. the way your knees would lightly touch each other as you sit in the humvee, none of you moving away.

you also remember one time in urzikstan, when price slept next to you in the safehouse. you could feel his strong presence behind you, practically feeling his warm breath on the back of your head. you could've sworn you felt it get closer during the night.

the others noticed it too, ghost was the first one. he knew how his captain acted after that many years by his side. when he saw how concerned price would get about you, how out of his way he was willing to go for you, he immediately understood, maybe even before john realised himself.

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Your post does not not have any smut tags neither is there any 18+ marker before the prose.

hello anon, thank you for reminding me. i'll put an adult content warning on every of my posts containing smut!

"how much time until ya find someone new when i'll die ?"

you stopped in your tracks, turning around to look at simon. you studied his face for a few seconds, looking for any signs of humor, you found none.

"simon" you walked closer to the bed, he was laying under the covers. "you just broke your leg, you're not gonna die" you chuckled, trying to warm the atmosphere a little.

he simply looked at you, watching you slip under the covers with him, cheek flat against his chest.

"no" he exclaimed urgently. "get up, ya gonna make it worse" he put his hands on your waist, preparing himself to push you away.

"make me" you jokingly said, hugging him even tighter. you giggled at his silence, you didn’t even have to look up to know that he had given up. his arms now circling around your waist. it was funny to you how lieutnant simon riley was a huge baby when injured, he hated having to be helped for everything.

"'love ya" you heard him say with his hoarse voice, "love you too, simon".

it started out of nowhere. you were at a pub one evening, a little tipsy from your previous drinks ; when a man came up to you and blalantly made you understand that he wanted a little company for the night. his name was john from what he told you. he was tall, arms tattoed and most importantly very handsome, he for sure knew how to talk to a woman.

you decided to give him a chance and bring him to your place that was closer. he was really not what you expected, he talked like a caring gentleman back at the pub, but the second you entered your apartment, he immediately pushed you on the couch and ripped off your underwear. he roughly manhandled you, and you let him do it.

after multiple orgasms on the sofa, he picked you up and proceeded in your bedroom. he took you harshly in doggy style, your cheek flat against your mattress. you were a babbling mess as his balls rapidly met your ass cheeks, his hands firmy gripping your hair to make you stay in place. you could hear his gruff voice behind you, however you were too far gone to decipher what he was saying to you.

when you woke up next morning he was gone, you found a scratch of paper on your bedside table, his number.

that's how your first night ended, it was the beginning of it.

it’s been a few months now, and you noticed a change in john’s attitude. he doesn’t leave immediately after you fall asleep anymore, you always find him sleeping soundly next to you in the morning, he even made you breakfast once.

he always pays for you when you meet at the pub, even when you order takeout, he never said anything about it ; you never questioned it either.

the most shocking one was how he acted in bed, the 'fuckin’ slut' turned into 'takin’ me so well, luv'. the way he couldn’t help but put his lips on your skin, lips as he fucked you. or how he gently brushed strands of hair off your sticky face when you were completely cock drunk.

but what really made you realize that everything changed was when you woke up at 3am, your phone buzzing. you grabbed it and got slightly stunned by the screen light 'Jonathan' proudly showing on it. you frowned, price was on a deployment since a few weeks now, was he okay ? you heard his gruff voice when you picked up, "i don’t know why i called you, luvie" a faint sight escaped his lips, "do you miss me?" it was his way to say that he did. you chuckled softly, and price felt his heart squeeze at the other end of the line.

you stayed on the phone quite a long time, before you heard someone call him.

it was around december, simon was home after a long deployment at the other end of the world.

christmas was your favorite moment of the year, the lieutnant almost begged price to let him go home early to spend it with you.

the happiness lasted few days, until he eventually found out. it was truly a dumb way, he stumbled upon some messages when he was trying to look up something on your phone ; it was the first time simon ever went through your conversations as he never really felt like he needed to. he started to feel sick in his stomach at the sight of you and your colleague's texts, throat dry.

he walked into the living room to sit down on the edge of the couch, your phone still in his left hand. his eyes roaming on the text over and over again.

that’s how you found him when you finished showering, towel wrapped around your wet hair and the feint smell of your body wash that he liked so much.

you immediately knew by the way his eyes landed on you. your stomach dropped.

"listen, si" you said as you made a few step towards him before he cut you off.

"since when ?" he simply asked.

"few weeks ago" you immediately gave in, "it was just once." your eyes became teary.

simon stood up abruptly, a distressed expression on his face. "you slept wit' him." more like an affirmation than a question.

he felt like throwing up when you silently nodded, some tears rolling down your cheeks. he could hear you try to explain yourself in the background, but his mind was elsewhere. everywhere at once.

this was the first time that simon felt so helpless ; being a soldier he had been trained for every situation, allowing him to always bounce on his feet, but right now he wasn’t sure of what to do. he felt like giving up.

"do you love him ?" he asked again as he was slowly dissociating, his vision becoming blurry.

"no !" you exclaimed, a small silence followed and simon waited for you to continue, even in this situation, he was still so empathetic. "i just felt lonely, you were gone for months..."

simon imagined you alone in your king size bed, feeling cold from his absence even under the big covers. all the nights you must have spent worrying.

he would lie if he said that he didn’t already think of this scenario, but he never actually suspected you of anything, truth was it was kind of hard to with the lack of interaction between the two of you.

he blinked rapidly a few time, hoping that he would wake up soon, but he never did.

simon looked at you again, you looked beautiful, your sobs were mentally torturing him. he knew that he should’ve been mad, he truly does, but part of him wasn’t. a part of him just wanted to hug you tight and let it go, he was already thankful for you staying even with his lack of presence. but the image of you with another man was making him violently mad.

a deep and heavy sight escaped him, "go to sleep, we'll talk about it tomorrow" he told you with his gruff voice. and that’s what you did, he didn’t come in the bedroom this night, you don’t even know if he slept. you didn’t either.

would you mind writing Simon x giggly!reader?? Like she doesn't giggle in serious situations or anything, but she's just this little ray of sunshine who finds the stupidest stuff funny versus Simon who doesn't laugh super often 🥹

Thought this would be cute so I figured I'd ask!! hope you're having such a blessed dayyy

hello! first of all thanks a lot for the request and your kind words!! i hope to have met your standards, and that you will enjoy reading this (i really enjoyed writing it). have a great day and remember that you are loved <3

simon was known to be a very serious person overall. at work, he was lieutnant riley, respected and probably feared by many. before meeting you, he used to kind of be annoyed by jolly people, the only one he could bear being johnny he didn't have much choice.

when he met you, he got stunned by your beaming smile. you were at a bar and simon still remembers the way you'd speak to him. you'd talk most of the time, letting him be silent the way he liked. giggling at your own stories and jokes.

since then, he got used to it. he's used to you showing him dumb videos on your phone, not particularly funny to him but your giggles can't help but make him smile. he's used to the way you squirm when he cooks your favorite meal, hugging tightly his middle. he began to love it so much that he began to trade pub nights with johnny to movie nights with you ; you would lay on his chest and laugh your head off, sometimes until crying. he would rather take a bullet than miss that.

you have no idea but before simon came back few weeks ago, he passed out while being deployed after being shot and he could've sworn he heard your delicious laugh ring in his ears. he firmly believes that this is what made him gain his consciousnes back. when he returned, he almost cried on the spot after hearing your voice.

people in your social environment were probably wondering how could you love simon that much, you, such a lively and carefree person, with simon, lieutnant riley ? you would simply brush them off. but in reality, as someone who always got asked to shut it down as a kid, who always felt 'too much', who felt annoying and like a burden.

biker!simon who takes his new loud bike to go to an appointment downtown, very satisfied by his latest purchase.

biker!simon who parks his bike on the sidewalk, engine still running. he's on his phone to check his new doctor's adress again, eyebrows furrowed under his balaclava and helmet.

biker!simon doesn't notice you right away, he does when you are a few meters away from his bike. he looks up, and you're talking to him, he can't hear anything with his helmet but also the loud ass sound of the engine running. he panicks a little, brows furrowing even more, he can't help but notice how beautiful you look, his eyes landing on your phone in your hand. were a woman like you really asking for his number?

after a few seconds that felt like minutes of him looking at you intently, simon decides to turn off his bike to hear you better. he's a bit excited to hear what you are saying to him, he doesn't know what he was expecting but it was definitely not this.

"can you turn down your fucking engine ? you biker guys are insufferable" you spit at him as you walk away with a nasty look.

now, since price took an early retirement few years ago, he had been eating well thanks to you. at first he availed his free time to fix as much things as he could in your house, renovating your yard and building your pool like he promised you when he was still working. but now that all of this was done, he became a professional in couch rotting.

he absolutely hated it, even as you assured him over and over that he was perfectly fine, and that he needed it, he still felt useless.

to not make it any better, john noticed that he was slowly loosing his muscles and a pouch of fat was starting to be noticeable in his lower abdomen. he was slower than before, wincing when getting up from the couch and he now necessarily needed his glasses to read.

however, he couldn’t help but love your delighted expression as you came home, happy to see him healthy and alive, clearly traumatised from all the years you spent waiting for him to come back from deployment. you'd hug him tightly and sigh contently at the feeling of his heartbeat against your temple.

your favorite movie is playing on the big tv and your head is resting against his chest, your legs intertwinning. you watch contently, his soft heartbeat beating on your temple.

simon on the other hand, his eyes are on the tv but he's absolutely not paying attention, he doesn’t even remember the first scene of the movie. his eyes are glued on the pixelated screen as his arms are wrapped around your frame.

he's thinking. hard.

and tears are damping his lashes and blurring his vision, he's not sad nor happy. feels like pain, recognition and maybe denial. spending his whole childhood being scared, alone, rejected ; then got accepted into the army after painful school years, wanting to numb the wound as much as possible. he became a soldier, a killer, who presses the trigger when told to. sleeping on base and being involved in missions to prove that he could be useful, that he could be something.

today he doesn't feel scared anymore, he's not afraid of returning home like his young self was. with you he became simon, he's a human being capable of making mistakes, he's much more than just a ghost mask and an assault rifle.

fat tears are rolling on his cheeks, and he closes his eyes hard when he sees you turn to look at him, less painful to see the dark than your worried face. as you always did, you don't make fun of him, you're not scared ; you sit up on the couch and make his head rest on your shoulder, your hands keeping him grounded.

and simon breaks, for the first time. he let everything out, the sorrow after all the violence he endured and the mourning of his loved ones, all of it rolling down his scarred face as you remind him that you will always be here for him.