LostPerspective

19 - she/her - changed acc name <3

[dwihm]

Masterlist

–––––––––

♡ Call of Duty

♡ DC

[dwihm]

can't get over you

angst (post breakup) without comfort, no specific character

–––––––––

The rain pours, big drops splattering against the windshield as he turns up the car's heater and cracks open the window. There's a tightness in his chest when he glances down at his hands, fingers fidgeting with the lighter. His car is parked in the parking lot across from your home, your usual meeting spot before he'd take you away for the night.

His eyes wander back up to your window, the faint light coming from your living room. He spots your silhouette approaching the glass, glancing out of the window like it's a habit of yours, a part of your routine, like you expect something - someone. Him.

Your gaze remains on his car for a moment and he isn't sure if you're staring or if time slowed down. His heart pounds in his chest, fingers tightening around the lighter as he notices the way you shake your head weakly, as if in denial. The way you tilt your head back with a bittersweet smile before you turn around and lower your head into your hands to cry your heart out.

He knows you want to talk. You need to talk, you need answers. You don't know why he treated you the way he did, you don't know his intentions. All you know is that he didn't put in the effort you needed, the bare minimum. And if he truly, deeply wanted you the way you wanted him, he would've made sure to show you, right?

He didn't treat you right. He didn't, he's well aware. How could he not, with how often you tried to tell him - even after your breakup - and practically begged him to change. Asked him to put in more effort, to show he cares, to at least reply to your messages if he couldn't come see you. But no, he had to be an emotionally unavailable man who says communication is important but then leaves your messages on read.

Opening the pack of cigarettes, he smiles weakly. You hated when he smoked. Just downright disgusting and bad for his health, but you'd never refuse a kiss in between his drags. You were pretty understanding even, accepting his addiction and not pressuring him to stop even when the smell gave you stomach aches.

Was it worth it? Breaking your heart, getting your hopes up, talking about moving in together eventually and getting married one day? Kissing you senseless and making you feel like he wanted you without actually ever saying it? Making you fall in love with him when you never really knew where you stood in his life?

While he was your first in almost every way imaginable, you weren't his. And yeah, you were fine with it but it hurt, having all those sweet moments that you'd remember for a lifetime but not only would you remember your first kiss, no, you'd forever remember him.

–––––––––

not my best post

also i could've sworn i was doing fine this week but i cried while writing this

[Masterlist]

[dwihm]

To be loved

Fluff with König because I missed writing about him

–––––––––

As brutal and intimidating König might seem, he’s a softie at heart. I mean, who isn’t? Who doesn’t turn their head off and get all soft and cosy around someone they deeply trust and love?

When he’s on the field or on base, he’s an entirely different person compared to how he is at home. And home doesn’t mean his place or yours but you. For him, you’ve quickly become home, somewhere where he can relax and enjoy head scratches as he lays on your chest. He enjoys how much you pamper and baby him despite how massive he is.

He loves when you welcome him with a long hug, clearly excited to see him as you practically jump into his arms and pepper kisses all over his face. He loves that soft tingly feeling in his abdomen and the way you make his heart skip a beat.

What he loves even more is your food, especially after he’s been gone for long. It’ll already smell so good when you cook but it tastes so so so much better that every time he gets a mouthful of your delicious cooking, he swears to himself that he will put a ring on your finger as soon as he can. Especially when you feed him, sitting on his lap and smiling at him oh-so sweetly.

He loves when you help him bathe after a long, exhausting day, washing his hair with your shampoo and scratching his scalp in the right places. Call it odd but he loves it. And the bath bombs are a big bonus for him, just makes everything more cosy.

Once you’re both cuddled up in bed, tangled up under the sheets and clinging to each other, he kisses your forehead and rubs his nose against yours. It makes you giggle every time and it makes him want to live another day just to make you happy. And the way you blush and bury your head in the crook of his neck whenever he calls you Schatz truly reminds him how much he loves you.

All that matters to him is receiving your love and proving to you that he's worthy of it by showing you how much more he can love you in return. You're worth every single moment you're on his mind, every single moment you're with him, whether it's on his lap or in his arms.

–––––––––

[important please read <3]

guys im back i hope i wont get writers block again <3 this one's a little short and quite cheesy i'll admit but i was just in the mood for cheesy fluff lol judge me

[Masterlist]

[cricricorner]

I don't know how long my internet connection will last.

International internet has been (and still is) cut out over a month. Meaning there is no connection to any Google services. Meaning we can't even do a simple google search

Every Iranian activity you have seen were Iranians who are outside iran or the one who have connections to the regime. They are given a different type of simcard. Iranians here have to use vpns and such which barely work. A few had succeeded in connecting.

The execution here has been rising again with the chaos of war. People under 20 have been executed.

Fuck khamenei. Fuck his allies. Fuck his fans. That animal fucking finally died and you know how i got the news? Not in the news. By the cheers of people in the streets. By loud sounds of whistles and claps.

I don't care what you think of this war. I don't care what religion do you stand but fuck you if you stand besides a bastard responsible for thousands upon thousands of deaths. For the misery of 90 million people

None of you people gave a damn when we were getting threatened and killed over here left and right, but now that the USA and Israel have attacked us, iranian lives suddenly mattered? Or did it only matter after your favorite dog has died?

I hope your truth gets twisted the same way you twisted ours.

The pope said he wants the war to end. He wants peace for the world. For who? For you you mean. We never had peace.

One of my biggest regrets in life is that i will never be able to describe my deep hatred of him and dogs that followed him cause i don't think there will be any language ever capable of it.

[cricricorner]

[dwihm]

IMPORTANT

Please check out @cricricorner's post about what's happening in Iran. The Iranian government shut down the internet, making access to reliable sources and live updates extremely hard. This deliberate blackout shows exactly how wrong their actions are.

They are actively silencing the Iranian people while oppressing and murdering protestors and anyone they see as a threat. While access to reliable information is limited, there is still enough evidence and footage to show how brutally the Iranian "government" is treating its own people.

A real government should protect, support and represent their own people while also upholding human rights for everyone.

The world feels like it's falling apart and it's overwhelming to keep up with everything happening everywhere; Gaza, Iran, Sudan, the USA, eastern DR Congo, the list goes on and on. Times like these are terrifying, they truly are, but fear shouldn't be the thing that stops us from caring. Silence only benefits those in power.

Please take care.

[cricricorner]

even devil himself couldn't lie the way you do. calling the people who are defenless "terrorist".

mourning the dogs that you gave guns to suppress these people yet ignoring thousands you killed in just 2 weeks

threatning families, emptying their pocket just so they can get their child's body cause you took it hostage and refused to give back. refused to give those in grieving, the body of their dead child.

i hope one day you all get hanged by the same rope you weaved. i hope all the parasite from this soil get cleansed one day.

you thought you could terrorize these people forever, not realizing that the same terror turns to anger.

anger of people who have nothing to lose. no future that matters. cause the truth is you took everything years after years until you emptied this country of everything it once had.

you can shut off the internet anytime you want. you can lie to foreigners all you want. but you can not convince people who are burning that there is no fire.

you better hope your god is not real, because there is a special place reserved in hell just for you

[dwihm]

bet III

angst and light fluff with Keegan Russ

[Part I] [Part II]

–––––––––

"Do you like it?"

"Yes," you say and turn your head to look at him, "it's really cute."

He smiles proudly and takes a small step forward, leaning close to you. "Am I forgiven?"

You hesitate. Your heart pounds in your chest. Can you forgive him after how much he's hurt you, turned your self-confidence into deep-rooted insecurity?

He takes your hand in his, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. "Please?" Keegan looks at you, his gaze soft. "Babe."

"Material things won't buy my trust," you told him calmly.

He hesitates, thinking before he suggests something else. He doesn’t want to mess this up. He’d be an idiot to mess this up when you’re about to give him a chance to fix it.

"Can I take you out on a date?" He sees the hesitation in your eyes, the way you want to say yes but can't. "Please."

"Keegan..."

"Babe, c'mon. I know you're hurt but I didn't- it's not my fault." He reaches for your hands, gently rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. "I never meant to hurt you. I love you, I'm in love with you. I swear, babe, give me one chance to fix this, please." He lifts your left hand to his lips and gives it a soft kiss. "Please."

He notices the way your gaze flickers from his eyes to his hand holding yours, the way you swallow, the faint nod before you whisper a quiet "okay".

Immediately, his calloused hands wander around your waist, pulling you close and tightening around you in a silent promise to never let you go again. He kisses the top of your head and smiles faintly, rubbing one hand up and down your back. "I love you, baby." Another kiss, this time to your forehead. "I love you so much."

At first, the thinks your hand pressing against his chest is for your comfort, to feel his heartbeat, but he slowly realises you're pushing him away. He frowns and takes a step back. "What's wrong?"

"I'm still hurt, Keegan." The small frown on your lips makes his heart ache. "And I'm not your baby."

"Right... sorry." Even if Keegan doesn't have your entire trust yet, he'll do anything to get your relationship back to where it once was and even further.

–––––––––

[Masterlist]

[dwihm]

first birthday!!

Hii everyone🫶

My blog is officially a year old today and it might not seem like something big but it is for me

A year ago, I started posting when I had lots of free time after graduation. It was just little oneshots and cute ideas that I had and I enjoyed writing them, not only for me but also for you

And though I have gotten busier with university and private things (which I think shows because I used to post almost daily in the beginning), I still try to make time for writing

As I'm writing this, my blog counts 22,989 notes and 68 posts (this one is number 69 lmao) and it seems so surreal to me because huh?? A year ago I got excited about 20 likes and it's just mind-blowing to me

So thank you for your support, whether you’ve been with me from the start or only read one or two of my oneshots, thank you. I get very happy when you like, reblog and comment on my work, and some of my post wouldn’t exist without your engagement and requests❤️

For this special occasion, I want to highlight that requests are open through my inbox or you can dm me privately if you want

Also, a special shoutout to my mutuals @shadowcompanygirl and @cricricorner who have been with my blog since day one (go check them out they're awesome)

Much much love and thank you for your support throughout the year,

Spectrax19 🫶

–––––––––

If you want to peek at my [Masterlist] or [my first ever post on tumblr] or my personal favourite such as:

the [Future Spouse Material] series, [want need you] and [bun in the oven] with Simon "Ghost" Riley (part one has the most notes on my blog and thank you so so much for that)

the [Graves' Shadow] series and [meant to fit] with Phillip Graves

the [self-defence] series, [his neighbour] series and [comfort] with König

the [winning you back] series with Vladimir Makarov

the [bet] series with Keegan Russ (part three is in my drafts)

[dwihm]

period comfort

comfort and fluff with Kyle cause I realised I barely wrote about him

–––––––––

To everyone else, Kyle - better known to them as Gaz - can be very rough. Quite grumpy, but compared to his team, he can be a sunshine.

To you, Kyle is sweet and caring. The second he comes home and tosses his cap on the small table by the entrance, the moment he sees you standing in front of him with red cheeks and nose, sleeves pulled up to your hands as you wipe the tears from your puffy eyes, his gaze softens.

It's no secret the hormones mess with you during your period, and he won't deny you the comfort of being held. "I missed you so much, love," he whispers into your ear as he gently rubs your back. The loud hiccup that leaves your mouth makes him flinch in light surprise but he doesn't let go.

"You missed me too, hm?" He pulls away just a little bit to look at you, smiling softly and tilting his head as you nod weakly and cry, moving closer to cry into his chest. He pats your head and rests his chin on your head. "Poor thing."

You nod and sniffle, wiping away your tears. "So poor," you pity yourself quietly and he laughs.

"C'mon, let's take care of you, yeah?" He squeezes your waist gently. "My pretty little ketchup packet."

He prepares a bath for you two and gives you a massage while you sit in the tub together. He helps you with your underwear and period products. He cooks dinner and feeds you, then makes sure you have warm tea by your bedside and a small snack for in case you crave something sweet. He even puts a towel under you just in case.

And what better way to fall asleep in your favourite pyjamas, feeling comfy and cosy and relaxed in your lover’s arms, getting forehead kisses and tummy rubs?

–––––––––

[Masterlist]

[dwihm]

more graves fluff maybe, with laying down with him getting forehead kisses? does he caress our face? hair? does he say soft words until we sleep 😔🤧

fluff with Phillip Graves hehe

–––––––––

Phillip holds you in his arms, your head resting on his chest as he massages your scalp gently, occasionally pressing soft kisses to your forehead.

He looks down from the muted tv in your shared bedroom to you, curled up in his arms, one hand on his bicep while the other briefly twitches around a handful of your blanket.

"Sleepy?" he says softly, careful not to disturb your half-asleep state. Your weak nod makes him smile and chuckle quietly, his free hand resting on the side of your face to caress your cheek. "So sleepy, hm?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah?" He chuckles again and kisses your cheek, one hand wandering down under your shirt to lazily trace soothing circles on your back. "You're so cute. Look so pretty." His thumb gently rubs over your bottom lip and he tilts his head.

You smile faintly and damn does he love that smile. The way the corners of your mouth twitch as you force yourself to remain sleepy. He brushes some of your hair out of your face and kisses your forehead again. "Such a precious little thing. Do y'wanna look at me?"

You hum contently, struggling to open your eyes as you look up at him. He can tell you're so close to sleeping.

"Aww." A kiss to the tip of your nose and you close your eyes again, your arms snaking around his neck. "Go back to sleep, darlin', I'll hold you." His arms move around your waist, pulling you just a little bit closer to his chest as he kisses your forehead again. "You love forehead kisses, don'tcha?"

At your weak nod and mumbled response, he smiles softly and kisses your cheek. "I'm so lucky, darlin'. Luckiest guy in the whole world."

–––––––––

guys ahhhhh thank you to anon who requested this!!! <3

[similar to this] [Masterlist]

[dwihm]

meant to fit

pure fluff with Graves who loves you to bits dedicated to the sweet @shadowcompanygirl hihihi <3

–––––––––

As soon as you close the front door to your shared house with Phillip, you hear a quiet "shit", then the rustling of paper before he emerges out of the kitchen with a nervous smile. He's wearing an apron, a bouquet of your favourite flowers in one hand as the other goes to your waist. "Welcome home, honey." He kisses the top of your head and offers you the flowers.

"Oh you didn't have to," you sigh contently, admiring the flowers for a moment before your gaze shifts back onto him. "Thank you so much."

Of course he had to, you're his lover after all. He exists to spoil you and nothing else.

"You can go take a bath while I finish dinner," he offers and tilts his head, that faint, charming smile on his lips that you love so much. And, let's be honest, you don't need to be told twice.

So, half an hour later, once you're clean and dressed in comfortable clothes, you sit at the table with him.

You can tell he's put in a lot of effort. He prepared your favourite food just the way you love it. The flowers he got you are in a vase with fresh, cold water. Fairy lights are hanging from the cabinets (it's a struggle to open them but as if he'd let you lift a finger, honey. Don't offend him like that.

Everything is perfect. You're cosy, smiling softly and warmly and oh you make it impossible to not love you. Your hand feels right in his own, like it's meant to fit, like you're meant to fit right into his heart, right into his arms.

His mother always said to focus on his food while he eats, otherwise it won't taste as good, but damn if looking at you during dinner doesn't make it a trillion times better.

Once you're well-fed and much cosier, he takes you to the living room. There are snacks on the coffee table, a few pillows and two thin blankets on the sofa. At first you sit, his arm over your shoulder as he feeds you dessert. Then, you're cuddling, your head on his chest as his fingers rub along your spine.

He loves when you're like this, all soft and vulnerable in his arms. Eyes struggling to stay open, your hand twitching lightly on his arm as you lose your battle against sleep. He chuckles quietly and presses a soft kiss to the top of your head.

"Sweet dreams, darlin'."

–––––––––

Sweating my balls off even with my mini fan going ughhh

[Masterlist]

[dwihm]

come home II

[Part I] light angst and some fluff if you squint oh and Simon's grovelling (and pathetically desperate)

–––––––––

It's been days, weeks without you in his life. It feels like an eternity. Simon comes into an empty house. Yes, it still has the same furniture, just not your tiny knickknacks that turned your once shared apartment into a home.

He wakes up on his side of the bed that now entirely belongs to him. The sheets don't smell like you anymore, like his favourite scent in the whole world. When he slowly gets out of bed, mood already low, there's no arm wrapping around him, attempting to pull him back into bed with a soft, quiet "five more minutes".

He heads into the kitchen. You're not there to cling to him, to hug him from behind and press a soft kiss to his shoulder as he prepares breakfast. You're not there to hold his hand so he can rub his thumb over your knuckles while he gazes into your eyes lovingly, one of the rare occasions where he's calm, relaxed, soft.

You're not there to watch him get dressed and admire how handsome he looks (your opinion, not his). You're not there to wish him a lovely day, your soft lips on his.

Simon goes to work, he's miserable. He comes home, he's miserable and exhausted. His days are boring, dull, it just doesn't feel right. It feels like his life is lacking something, someone. His heart is lacking someone. You.

So here he is, standing in front of your door, begging for forgiveness. Don't ask how he got your new address, he has his ways.

"Love, please, talk to me." He doesn't care about your neighbours occasionally glancing over at him suspiciously. Who cares that a giant, bulky man is begging for another chance?

After half an hour, you get enough. You also received a few messages from your neighbours asking if they should call the police, but that isn't the point. You open the door and immediately, Simon sinks onto his knees, looking up at you pleadingly.

"My love."

"Oh god."

He's desperate. Oh he's so desperate, so pathetically in love with you. "Please take me back. Please." His hands itch to touch you, but he doesn't. He knows he doesn't deserve to lay his fingers on you yet, he needs to earn back your trust and the privileges that he once had.

"My love, please," he begs quietly, staring up into your eyes as they dart at your neighbours, then back at him. Fuck, he could look at you for days and not get bored.

"Simon, get up-"

"You're so pretty, love."

He can't tell he's getting on your nerves. He's lovesick, and even with that frown on your lips, the way your brows furrow in frustration and slight shame, he can't help but admire you. Especially after having been away from you for weeks.

You don't argue. You're getting flustered, embarrassed in front of your entire neighbourhood. And sure, you missed Simon too, but not enough to forgive him right away. So you take a step back. "Get inside."

'Get inside', you say, but all he understands is 'Yes, Simon, I'll take you back gladly'. He gets up quickly and hugs you tight against his chest, making you gasp. One hand cups your side, the other rubs up and down your back as he lifts you off the ground, his face buried in your shoulder. He squeezes his eyes shut and lets out a shaky breath. You feel perfect in his arms, like you're made to fit right in his arms. And for the first time in ages, he feels like he can breathe because he's finally home again.

–––––––––

[Masterlist]

[dwihm]

if I was a worm | Simon "Ghost" Riley

fluff with Simon

–––––––––

“Simon?”

He lifts his head, brown eyes immediately finding yours as you sit down on the couch beside him. “Yes, love?”

“Would you love me if I was a worm?”

He leans back, crossing his muscular arms over his broad chest. “What kind of question is that?”

“Well, would you or not?” You move a little closer to him. “It’s important. You gotta answer it.”

“Oh I have to, do I?” The corner of his mouth twitches slightly as he tries to suppress a smile, trying to stay serious. He loves when you’re so random.

“You do, yeah,” you respond.

“Well, I think…” He tilts his head back and looks up at the ceiling for a moment.

“You think?”

His gaze immediately drops to yours at your disappointed, hurt tone. Even when you frown and cross your arms, quietly telling him to go on, he hesitates.

“I think that you’d be adorable as a worm,” he says, “but I know that I love you forever. And that includes your lifetime as a worm.”

Your brows furrow as he successfully melts your heart and you smack his arm. “Why can’t you always be this cheesy?”

He shrugs and pulls you into his arms. “Guess I’m not built for it,” he mumbles into your hair as he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head. “I can try for you, though.”

–––––––––

[John Price's version] [Masterlist]

[dwihm]

if i was a worm | John Price

comfort and fluff with John Price

–––––––––

John doesn't know what happened. One moment, you're cuddled up on the couch, your head tucked under his chin as you play with his fingers. The next, you're having an existential crisis and storming off to your shared bedroom.

How was he supposed to know that the question 'Would you love me if I was a worm?' was more serious than he previously thought.

"Love, open up, c'mon," he says softly fifteen minutes, keeping his voice down as he knocks on the locked door, "please. I even brought you flowers, honey."

A few seconds pass in silence before you unlock the door and crack it open just a little. He offers you the bouquet through the opening and you take it. "Did you really mean it?"

John swears his heart is cracking and melting, just a tiny bit of both simultaneously as he hears your quiet voice. "Course I didn't, love. Never in a billion years," he swears.

You sniffle quietly and open just a tiny bit more, peeking up at the tall man from behind the door. Oh how his heart aches, seeing those teary, puffy eyes and those red cheeks and nose.

"Come here," he whispers and opens his arms, immediately pulling you into his chest and kissing your forehead. "I wouldn't step on you, love, not if you were a worm and especially not when you're my pretty darling." He cups your cheek in his hand and tilts your head back a little so you look into his eyes. "You hear me?"

At your weak nod, he pecks your nose, then your forehead before tucking your head under his chin once again and closing his eyes. "I'd... keep you in my pocket. With some soil. Only the best soil for my love." He rubs his hand up and down your back comfortingly and kisses the top of your head. "And when we're at home, I'd keep you in a small tank and watch you all day."

"Really?"

"I swear," he whispers back and pulls away a little to smile at you. "My little worm."

–––––––––

May this love find us all so we can be someone's little worm 🫶

[Simon "Ghost" Riley's version] [Masterlist]

[dwihm]

come home

angst - Ghost (based on come home by Jace June)

–––––––––

Sometimes it seems he barely cares for you at all. He refuses to let you call him by his first name, his actual name. He refuses to let you in, keeps his walls up despite how often you've shown him that you truly cared for him. He refuses to be vulnerable with you.

You stormed out of the house four days ago, after you tried to explain your feelings to him, not seeing a way other than yelling at him. You couldn't hold it in anymore, not with the amount of times you'd bottled it up, restraining your own emotions for Simon's sake, knowing he's had a horrible past - even if he won't share the details.

He calls you. Once. You don't answer. The second time, it goes straight to voicemail. The third time, you finally pick up but it's quiet.

"Love?" His voice is quiet, filled with shame. At least it seems he knows he has messed up, he's aware of his wrongdoings. Following the silence on the other end of the line, he sighs quietly. "It's late."

"I'm aware," you respond, not sounding as angry or upset as earlier. You sound calm, and for some reason, it calms him as well. It's not your tone that throws him off, it's your choice of words.

"Can you come home?" If you could see him right now, he thinks, you'd feel terrible for him. Sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands, his blond hair messy from how much he's pulled at it over the course of the last hours, his brown eyes filled with regret and remorse, the bags under his eyes.

You wouldn't let him sleep alone anymore, without your warm, soft body next to his.

You wouldn't let him stay awake all night, drowning in thoughts and doubts.

He's longing for your comfort, your touch, you.

"Please, baby."

"No."

Simon didn't think that one single word could break his heart this much.

"I need..." he begins quietly, he's ashamed of voicing his needs and emotions. It doesn't fit him, doesn't match his rough exterior. "I need you to hold me."

He's met with silence. Slowly, he's losing hope. You've never been like this with him, so cold, so distant. It was always him who acted like this.

"Love-"

"I'm not coming home," you tell him, "our... what we had was very one-sided. And that's just not what I'm looking for."

His heart sinks. His hand tightens to a fist. He wants to intervene, he wants so desperately to convince you that it wasn't one-sided. But he can't.

"Goodbye, Ghost."

–––––––––

*casually reappears on Tumblr after having disappeared for three months*

[Part II] [Masterlist]

[dwihm]

exhausted

fluff and kinda reversed comfort with König

–––––––––

König, who comes home from a mission, exhausted like never before, struggling to even mumble a "hi". In his sleepy state, he forgets to take his mask off, burying his face in your hair in an attempt to kiss the top of your head.

Of course, you take him to bed and clean him as best as you can without dragging him to the bathroom (you'd definitely be crushed under his weight even attempting to help him). Once he's somewhat clean and dressed, you kiss his forehead and he pulls you close, arms wrapped tightly around you.

Every now and then, he mumbles something incoherent into the crook of your neck, holding you tighter out of fear that you'll disappear if he lets you go. After weeks of combat, being with you - in your arms, inhaling the familiar scent and hearing your calming voice - it truly makes him feel like he's in heaven.

–––––––––

got writers block ): I'll try to finish some drafts tho <3

[Masterlist]

[dwihm]

future spouse material V

fluff with Simon

(also sorry for being horribly inactive recently, I just had my last exams for this semester)

[Part I] [Part II] [Part III] [Part IV]

–––––––––

When Simon comes back from a mission, he needs to go home. And for him, that doesn’t mean entering his apartment and spending the night alone, eating dinner quietly all by himself as he stares holes into the wall in front of him, unable to shake the tension and adrenaline from the past weeks.

For Simon, going home means knocking on your door for the first time in weeks, seeing your face and the soft smile he missed so much and those sparkling eyes he loves so much.

Going home means wrapping his arms around you as tightly as possible, squishing you against his strong chest like he’d die if he let go.

Going home means smiling to himself when he notices you’re wearing one of his shirts (likely went into his apartment with the spare key he gave you and took one) and pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head, inhaling the scent of your shampoo.

Going home means eating the dinner you prepare just for him, sitting at the dinner table with you while he eats. Not only is it his first proper, non-military meal in weeks, but it’s made by you, made with so much love that he swears he’ll die before ever refusing your cooking.

Going home means cuddling with you in your bed, enveloped by the scent of you, and it feels so right as he holds you in his arms, pressing soft kisses to your forehead, nose and cheeks, silently making up for the time lost during his deployment.

Going home means whispering sweet words to you as you fall asleep, promising to always keep you safe and take great care of you. Once you’re finally sleeping, your form relaxed against him, your soft breaths make Simon smile and he finally dares to say it.

"I'm gonna marry you one day."

Because to Simon, being with you means being at home.

–––––––––

[Masterlist]

taglist:

@y-ukioo @unclearblur @scaleniusrm @ohdrey89 @readingthingy @tessakate @m33pl0v3