simon riley x blind!reader requested by @wareagleofthemountain <3 tw: none!
Simon never expected to meet you, nor was he remotely looking for somebody to enter his life and completely flip it around. He didnât attach himself to people, and interactions with strangers with the intent of becoming more than that was a far-fetched idea for somebody like him. Being on his own was something he greatly preferred, and his task force were the only people he ever needed.
That was what he thought, anyway, up until you.
Even when you had accidentally bumped into him in the middle of a rundown convenience store late at night, you didnât cower away from him. The sight of his mask didnât cause you to turn away and mumble out a half-assed apology in order to leave his vicinity as quickly as possible, and at first, he didnât understand.
That was until he noticed the furball standing next to you, staring up at him as if scolding him for getting in the way. The harness was glaringly obvious now that he looked at it, and he felt a bit stupid for not noticing it in the first place. You had a guide dog, with words boldly lettered indicating that you were blind.
âIâm so sorry!â you said, and he caught himself staring at you as you began rambling out genuine, sweet apologies, explaining that you didnât mean to bump into him, that you hoped you didnât hurt him by accident.
Simon didnât get attached to people, no. But that didnât mean he didnât notice cute people who had hearts of gold that made his look rotten in comparison.
âSâalright,â he assured you, fighting so hard to push back the smile that threatened to curl up under his mask. Smiling meant he felt amused, and amusement meant he saw something in you that intrigued him. âWhatâs his name?â
When he asked about your guide dog, you practically lit up like a damn Christmas tree and oh, he was fucked. That smile wasnât fair.
âPeanut,â you introduced affectionately, and when he glanced down at your dog, Peanut, the little thing looked almost prideful at that.
âHm,â he hummed in acknowledgement, and before he could detach himself from the conversation, before he could bid you farewell and leave you behind for good, he found himself speaking once more. âAnd yours?â
Simon never expected to meet you, nor was he remotely looking for somebody to enter his life and completely flip it around. But you did, and he found himself so engrossed in you, he couldnât ever imagine life without you.
He thinks fondly of the day you two met, where he was in a mindset of pushing everybody around him away. Heâd never given himself an opportunity to live a normal life, then you came around and had him seeking out the future.
The future was never a possibility until you, nor was it a possibility without you in it.
Simon never made you feel incapable just because you were blind. You had worked your way around the world just fine before him, and youâd continue to do it during him.
That didnât mean he never tried his best, though. In fact, Simon took pride in helping you out with things as his way of showing his undying love for you. He may not have been the most affectionate person physically, but doing things for you was his favorite form of care.
Cooking was one of many. Simon was naturally a lover of cooking, so teaching you how to do it was something he took to almost immediately.
When it came to chopping vegetables, heâd gently guide your hands with his own, closed around the kitchen knife and showing you how to chop away without nicking yourself. If it was an excuse to hold your hand and watch your joyful smile light up your face, heâd never admit it.
Heâd explain every step of a recipe to you, wanting to give you your independence of cooking on your own while also involving himself enough to be useful. Heâd explain in soft ways how to properly cook meat, how to make sure itâs not undercooked or overcooked, guiding you through every part of the meal and watching with pride when youâd figure it out after a few trial errors.
Simon had never thought a meal could taste so good until it was cooked by the one you adore.
Reading was something you could do on your own. Your entire collection were books geared towards your blindness to help make it more accessible to you, but Simon quickly found out that he specifically liked reading for you.
It became routine in your apartment, the one that he was staying in so much that it might as well had been his as well, for the two of you to snuggle up close on the couch with a book you mentioned hearing about in those silly videos you listen to on your phone. His arm would tuck you into his side while the other held the book heâd gone out for, venturing to find (even if it took going to multiple stores), while Peanut laid content at your feet.
The books might not have been his personal favorite, but heâd spend every night reading them to you, his voice soft and quiet as they executed every page. Youâd listen with a smile on your face, head resting in the pit of his shoulder, allowing the warmness of his voice send you into a peaceful serenity that almost always had you falling asleep twenty pages in.
Simon never minded that youâd fall asleep, and with a sweet kiss on your head, heâd string you along to bed, bookmarking the book for the next night when heâd read to you once again.
Being blind had never bothered you, and it was something you were never embarrassed or ashamed of.
Simon aided you in whatever you needed, but never made you feel an inkling of being broken or unable. He was passionate in the way he cared for you, while remaining stern in letting you be your own person.
The one thing that did bother you was that youâd never be able to see Simonâs face for all the true glory it was. The man youâd come to love over the time spent together was so close to you, yet felt so far when your brain would remind you that you didnât know what he looked like.
The more time went on, the more you failed to grasp on to those strings, enough for Simon to take notice. When you finally had the gall to express this concern of yours, he understood completely why youâd upset yourself over it.
Thankfully for you, Simon had an easy fix for that.
âNo need to worry yourself over that, sweetheart. Here.â
You may not have been able to see him, but you could feel him. Simon took your soft hands into his own, gently guiding them to cup his face. He bore himself naked to you, adorning no mask, all scars and rugged skin on display.
Your fingers traced along every feature of his, taking it in and mapping them out. You felt the thickness of his brows, trailing down to the flutter of his eyelashes, gently swiping your thumbs across them. You felt every bump of old, healed scars that indented his skin, every prickly stubble of his unshaven face.
You may not have been able to see him, but you knew he was beautiful.
Simon didnât rush you. He remained patient and willing, face relaxed as you felt every crevice and divot. Your fingers were so careful in the way you handled him, like dealing with fragile glass, that he couldâve easily fallen in love with you a second time.
âYouâre pretty,â you breathed out, hands halting their movements to lay flat on his cheeks. You were holding the world in your hands, and after getting a feel of what lay beyond it, you never wanted to let go.
Your words had dazed him, and he felt his mouth go dry as he stared at you, sinking in your own lovely features just as you did his own.
Simon had no words to speak back to you, but you knew what he was thinking without him having to say it â he loved you, more than any word could express.
Simon might not have been the type of person to get attached. You were the last thing heâd been looking for in life, but you came rushing into him like a flood, engulfing him in a forever calmness.
His body was permanently sinking in a sea of passion, and you were the life vest keeping him afloat.
i promise i didn't forget about u lovie! work was a bit crazy and my brain was a bit fried but it's here and i sincerely hope u enjoy it! thank u for the request, i love soft simon sm
