call me delia or del ! im eighteen years old and a senior in high school ! pronouns are she her ! my timezone is cst ! please check out my masterlist !
silly ghost simon riley (suggestiveish idk ive never written anything like this before)
sweats dripped down simons temples as he came down from his high. he stopped moving on top of you and took a few deep breaths. he admired your spent expression for a few seconds causing a smile to cross his lips. his body was still connected with yours and he could feel you trying to come down from your high.
you were panting with your hands on his shoulders. he had just finished making the best love to you. he was so gentle and went at your pace. he made sure you consented to everything he did, wanting you to feel in control.
he leaned down slowly, pressing his nose against yours. his breath fanned over your lips as he panted, relishing in the feeling of your body and your breath. the motion felt wildly intimate as it always did when it came to you.
he stayed buried in your warmth for a few minutes. you had no clue how good you made him feel. you always gave him love, always made him feel like it was just you two in the world.
he leaned in and softly met your lips with his. it was soft and gentle, a comforting kiss after the love he made to you. he closed his eyes for a moment, keeping his lips on yours. the kiss felt charged with emotion and words he wasn't sure how to express.
he kept his eyes closed as he slid out from your warmth. you let out a soft whine at the feeling and pulled him even closer than he already was.
his eyes opened to meet yours, filled with nothing but love. his eyes roamed your tired state, from your flushed cheeks to your messy hair. he let out a soft chuckle and nuzzled his nose against yours.
"you okay?" he asked softly, leaning in to press another kiss to your lips. you hummed and cupped his cheeks. "always." you whispered against his lips with a smile.
simon kissed you one more time, keeping a slow pace to give you all his love. it seemed as if he was trying to prolong the kiss when you tried pulling back and he chased your lips. you laughed against his lips causing him to pull away.
"what?" he asked with a soft pout. you gigged softly and pulled him closer. "you're silly. a silly goose."
simon cracked a small smile. "i'd say a silly ghost. get it?" he wiggled his brows.
you watched simon sleep soundly. he lips were parted just barely as he took shallow breaths. his face was relaxed, unlike the cold expression he normally wore. he looked peaceful and safe.
you couldn't help but lean in for a small peck on his lips. simon always got embarrassed when you'd press kisses on his lips. he was a shy boy on the inside.
as your lips met his, his eyes opened. you forgot he was still alert even if he was sleeping. he pulled away quickly, cheeks turning bright pink.
"y-you shouldn't do that!" he whined softly, looking anywhere but you.
"oh shush, nobody's here." you scooted closer to tease him. he pulled away and glared at you. you just laughed and pulled him closer.
simon was a big man who could easily overpower you but instead he turned to mush when he was with you. he let you pull him closer and give him a soft kiss.
its was a chaste kiss. just a simple morning kiss you gave him every morning, but to simon, it was like the air he needed to breathe. he wouldn't admit that to you but kisses like those meant more than anyone could imagine.
simon really needed to get away. it was two in the morning and yet he just needed some air. he got in his old pick up and drove around the small town.
he felt suffocated for some reason, but then he remembered something.
he drove to your house and quickly got down to ring your doorbell. you freaked out and peeked out the window. you saw him standing outside and you quickly opened the door.
he didnt give you time to say anything, he just pulled you into his arms. he held you for about five minutes before pulling back. "go on a ride with me." he whispered against your cheek.
"now?" you asked with a small smile. he nodded and you could tell he really needed this.
thats how you ended up eating some terrible fast food with simon. it was almost four am but you didn't care. you were in simons truck, letting him be himself.
he felt safe with you. he felt seen. you were all he needed. you were his breath of fresh air.
Hello! Not to sound rude or anything and I hope this doesn't seem like a burden but I wanted to mention that one of the links in your finished not the one series is not following?
What I mean is that in pt 2 you have the next part linked but it's actually bringing me back to pt 1 instead of pt 3 awesome fic btw! (If this is just a glitch for me cuz Ik tumblr acts like this sometimes I'm so sorry kajjdd)
OH NO!!! im fixing that right away!! thank you for bringing it up, i didnt notice!! i hate having to attach links because i always mess it up 😭
you dont sound rude at all!! you're very sweet for letting me know
unconditionally beautiful simon riley (reader has body acne!) for @rmikaelson01 i got a bit carried away
there was a shirt in the back of your closet that you've had for a while. you dont even know why you bought it. it had a low cut neckline and was tied around your back. it was pretty but you weren't comfortable enough to wear it.
one evening when you came home you saw the shirt on the bed. simon came out of the bathroom in casual clothes and smiled when he saw you. "put it on, love. we're going out with the boys tonight."
you stared at the shirt. "si, i can't wear that." you whispered. he wrapped his arms around you from behind and kissed your shoulder. "why not? it's a pretty shirt."
you touched the hem of the shirt and frowned. "it'll show my skin."
simon hummed. "you're showing skin now, love." he gently pinched your forearm. "no no, i mean, my chest and back. you know i can't."
you turned around in his arms. his eyes were fixed on your face. "you dont have to love, i wont force you. just remember, you're beautiful, acne and all."
he pressed a soft kiss on your forehead and let you go. "be ready by six, 'kay?" you nodded as he walked to the living room.
you stared at the shirt. doubt ran through your mind as you stared at the shirt.
you had met the boys and their partners. they were all so lovely. they felt like family, always happy to see you, never judging you. they all saw your heart instead of your appearance and that gave you a little bit of hope.
you tried the shirt on. it fit perfectly on your body. you looked at yourself in the mirror and frowned. your chest acne was showing. you turned around and saw the opening on the back. it showed some of your bacne as well.
doubt crossed your mind again. you wanted to be confident but you didn't know if you could. you stared at yourself for a while, looking at all the bumps on your skin.
simon walked in and stopped in his tracks. he had never seen you in something like that. you looked gorgeous. the shirt fit around your body perfectly, making you look effortlessly beautiful.
"my goodness, love." he wrapped his arms around you from behind again. "you look like an angel." he kissed your shoulder softly and then your cheek.
he checked you out, spinning you around and admiring you. "you look gorgeous."
you blushed. his hands roamed your back and he could feel the bumps on your skin. you tensed a bit but relaxed when he kissed your forehead.
"you should definitely wear this." he whispered. "if you're comfortable, of course." he cupped your cheeks and met your eyes.
"it's not too showy?" you asked softly, still a bit uncertain.
"not really. it does show some but its not that bad. i think you look gorgeous."
you looked at him for a while, lost in your thoughts. you felt a bit more confident now that he was complimenting you but he's seen you before, the others havent.
"hey, its your choice. you look beautiful in anything." he kissed your cheek, reassuring you that hes not gonna be upset with your decision.
"i'll wear it." you whisper. he smiled softly. "atta girl."
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the trip to the restaurant was a bit nerve wracking. thoughts crept through your mind the closer you got to the restaurant. simon's hand was on your thigh, rubbing softly on your skin.
he knew you were nervous. he could see it on your face. he pulled into the parking lot and found a spot before turning the car off.
he turned towards you. "we're here." he smiled, unbuckling your belt.
"ready?" he asked, his fingers finding yours. you stayed quiet, rethinking your decision. simon knew the thoughts you were having and frowned.
"you look great. they wont even notice, they'll be too caught up looking at my handsome face." he wiggled his brows, trying to make you laugh.
you gave him a smile before looking down at your intertwined hands. simon sighed, sitting up a bit more. "we can go back home and you can change if you want." his voice came out soft, his eyes holding nothing but love.
you shook your head. "we're here already."
simon frowned. "but you look uncomfortable. i dont want you to be uncomfortable." his grip on your hand tightened.
"do i really look pretty, si?" your voice was small. he barely caught your words. he knew about the internal battle you were having right now.
"gorgeous. i'd marry you right here if i could." that caused a smile to appear on your face. simon smiled back. "come on."
as you both went in he kissed your shoulder softlly before leading you to the table where everybody was at.
all the guys stood as they saw you. john was the first to greet you guys. he gave simon a brotherly hug before his eyes landed on you.
"simons really lucky to have a doll like you." he teased, pulling you into a hug. "hope he's treatin' you like a princess."
his wife came in for a hug after. she had a beautiful smile on her face. "you look amazing!" her eyes trailed your form. she didn't even bat an eye at the acne on your chest. her smiled never faltered either, she just looked happy to see you.
next was johnny, then kyle and their partners. everyone greeted you lovingly, never once paying attention to the bumps on your skin. they were all too excited and happy to see you and simon.
on the way home you were bubbling with happiness. "they didn't even notice, si!" you smiled. he grinned softly, giving a soft squeeze to your thigh. "it's because they were looking at my handsome face." he stuck his tongue out at you.
you laughed, overflowing with happiness.
"but seriously, love, its normal. having acne doesn't make you less lovable. you're truly the most amazing person i know."
you smiled softly and took his hand in yours. "thank you." you whispered softly, bringing his hand up to kiss his palm. "you showed me what unconditional love is."
simon smiled. he pulled his hand away from yours and squeezed your cheeks softly. "only because you showed me first."
you smiled affectionately. "i think we're love struck."
you were a barista. you loved your job. it was fun making different types of drinks with a bonus of making your own creations. you met a lot of new people, some nice, some not so much, but honestly, you loved it.
you stood at the counter and waited for some new customers to come in. your coworkers were cleaning a bit after the rush had ended.
a big muscular man walked in. he was wearing all black, tattoos all over his arms. you felt your heart skip a beat.
"hello, sir! what can i get you today?" you gave him a polite smile. he looked at you, his expression a bit intimidating.
"just a black coffee." his voice was deep and stern.
"okay! can i get a name?"
"simon."
you nodded and put his order in. once he payed you got to work, making his coffee. its pretty easy, just coffee in a cup. you wrote 'symon' on the cup before sliding it over the counter.
"simon!" you called out. he walked over and grabbed the cup, noticing the misspelling of his name. "it's simon with an i." he corrected you.
you raised your brows. "oh, im sorry about that!" you took a black marker and corrected it.
you handed it back to him. "there you go! enjoy, sir!"
he huffed, not even looking at your correction. he just took the cup and walked out. he gots into his car and finally looked at the cup. 'symon with an i' stared back at him and he sighed. he tried to stop the small twitch in his lips as he looked at you through the window.
forever beautiful simon riley (reader has body acne!) for @rmikaelson01 i might write a part two!
the first time simon saw your back he realized he had never loved you as much as he did in that moment. you had acne scars and some acne all scattered around. you felt vulnerable enough to show him one night after he showed you a scar on his tummy.
he reassured you that you were the most beautiful girl. he said a little acne and scarring wasn't gonna stop him from finding you attractive, but even with the reassurance you still felt insecure.
you had been struggling with body acne ever since you could remember. one day it just showed up and never went away. you had a bad habit of picking and it led to scarring which made you even more insecure.
you really weren't gonna show simon but after he was vulnerable with you, you decided maybe it was time.
he kissed your shoulder and told you just how beautiful he thought you were. he promised that no amount of flaws on your skin could ever cause him to stop finding you attractive. you believed him but the doubt was still there.
he noticed how you still covered up. how you'd tense when he ran his hand over your back. he'd notice your breath hitch when he nuzzled into your chest because you didn't want him to feel the bumps.
you weren't comfortable in your own skin and he hated that. he wanted you to be confident, especially with him.
one morning as you were getting ready he wrapped his arms around you from behind and rested his cheek on your shoulder. "let me help you." he whispered.
you looked at him and tilted your head. "with what?"
simon kissed the side of your neck softly. "with loving yourself. i want you to love yourself how i love you."
you stood still for a few minutes. you loved yourself just not the acne. you loved who you were as a person but you just couldn't get over the acne. it caused so much insecurity in you.
you were grateful for the love simon showed you. he was amazing. he loved the flaws on your skin. he kissed your back through your shirt every night. he tried his best to show you how beautiful you truly were.
acne wasn't gonna stop him from seeing the love of his life in you. you had flaws but they made you. and he loved you. he promised himself he was gonna get you to love yourself no matter what it took.
the next morning you woke up with an ache in your head. you groaned and grabbed your phone. it was 1 pm. under the time you saw the message.
si: call me when you wake up.
you blinked. and blinked again. why was he messaging you?
you sat up and got ready before going back to the bed and grabbing your phone. you opened his contact and touched the call button.
it rang once before he picked up, like he was staring at his screen waiting for your call.
"hello?" he answered. his voice was soft.
"hi." you answered back. the line went quiet for a moment before simon spoke again. "you feeling okay? you're not hungover are you?"
you paused. how did he know you were hungover?
"um, yes. why?"
simon chuckled. "you called me at three in the morning."
you let out a gasp. "oh, im so sorry, si!" he chuckled again. "'s okay, love."
the line went silent again. the silence held longer this time. like just having him on the phone was enough. you missed his voice, missed his smell, his touch. you wanted him back so bad and yet you weren't sure that was possible.
simon cleared his throat. "can we meet up?" it was a quiet mumbled question but it still met your ears. you nodded even though he couldn't see you. "yes. yes, i'd like that."
and that's how you ended up in a cafe two days later. simon was sitting in front of you, sipping his usual tea.
neither of you said a word. you were just sitting in each others presence, like if that's all you needed.
simon kept staring elsewhere, not meeting your eyes. you decided to break the silence. "so... why'd you wanna meet?"
simon shrugged. he acted as if it wasn't a big deal but secretly it was. he missed you. he wanted to see you again.
"is it weird if i say i just wanted to see you?" he asked. his voice was gruff but extremely soft. it was like he wasn't sure if he wanted to say that.
you shook your head. "i've been wanting to see you too."
he sighed. a real relieved sigh. "good."
"yeah." you whispered and then it went quiet again.
you both sat there, not meeting each others eyes. you fiddled with the handle of your mug for a couple minutes before you got the courage to say what was on your mind.
"i regret it." the words fell quickly from your lips. you sighed and shook your head. "i regret leaving you. i was stupid for even thinking it was a good idea."
simon listened as you rambled about the days you yearn to feel him. he listened when you told him about the emptiness in your heart. he listened as you poured out all the things you stored away.
and that's when you knew he was the one all along.
when you finished he reached over, his fingers gently landing on the back of your hand.
"i missed you too. i wont say im not still hurting by what happened but i forgive you. i want to go back to how it was. maybe i don't want the same thing as you but it doesn't mean we can't compromise. you filled a missing piece of my life and losing you felt like the puzzle was ruined."
he intertwined his fingers with yours.
"i'll give you another chance but you have to promise we'll mix our futures together and make brighter memories. it won't be what you want at this moment but you'll be able to look back and realize it's what you needed."
you shook your head. "it is what i want at this moment. i want a future with you. a future where i can look over and have you by my side."
simon smiled. it was soft and loving. his eyes glimmered with love. "then we'll try again."
months passed as you and simon intertwined your lives together. he traveled with you, filling the missing spot. his arms were around you again and his scent lingered on your skin.
you realized that simon was the one all along, you just needed to open your eyes and stop looking at yourself. life with simon was worth living.
life without simon felt empty. you thought breaking up with him was the right move but you were wrong. every second of the day felt like a painful reminder of what you lost.
it had been two months. two months of no kisses, no hands on your waist, no love confessions. it was silent.
you hung out with your friends nightly, but even that couldn't fulfill the growing emptiness in your heart. you knew you'd miss him but you didn't think it'd feel like you lost your missing piece.
you hadn't contacted him. you went on a trip with your friends, adventuring around the world a bit. it's what you wanted in life, but for some reason it felt like you weren't living life to the fullest.
you pretended to be happy the entire trip. you joked around, laughed, took countless pictures, but it was fake. everything had become fake in your life.
you'd go to parties, go on trips, find new hobbies and yet, it felt like a gloominess had been set on top of your life.
some days you found yourself wanting to text simon updates about your day. small things like a picture of your meal or a little vlog of the next city you were in. just a quick 'hi, look at the city!' but you couldn't. not when he wasn't yours anymore.
as time went on you realized your mistake.
simon was your future. he was the one. you just were so caught up in your dreams of experiencing life that you couldn't see passed what you wanted.
one night after a long day of traveling, you drunkenly called simon.
you and your friends had been out enjoying the night. you got to your hotel room and jumped in bed. you grabbed your phone and clicked on his contact without any hesitance.
it rang once, twice, a third time, before finally the line picked up.
"hello?" his voice came through the line deep and raspy, like he had been sleeping.
you roll over on the bed, heart racing.
"hi, si." you whispered into the phone so no one would hear you even though you were alone.
you heard shuffling and a groan before his voice came through. "why are you calling me at three in the morning?"
you checked the time on your phone with blurry eyes. "didn't know it was late, just wanted to hear your voice."
the line went quiet after you said your last sentence. simon could hear your breathing. he could tell you were drunk from the slight slur of your words but they say drunken words are sober thoughts.
"you're drunk." he said with a sigh. "get some rest and sober up before you say things like that."
he ran a hand over his face. he hated that his heart was racing.
"no. i miss you. so bad. i always wanna text you updates but i can't. you're not mine anymore and i regret that everyday."
your words spilled from your mouth quickly. you were frustrated. not at simon but at yourself. why did you let him go so easily?
"listen to me, baby. get some rest and sober up, we'll talk tomorrow, kay?"
you hummed. "can you stay on till i fall asleep like old times?" you asked softly, already falling asleep. his voice was always so soothing.
"yeah, just like old times." he could hear your breathing soften as you fell into a deep sleep.
simon was a good boyfriend. he took care of you and made sure you had exactly what you wanted. however, as time went on, you started to have doubts. the conversation about the future never really came up but you had an idea of what he wanted.
unfortunately, you didn't want the same.
simon wanted things that you didn't want. he had this idea that you'd go along with him and everything would be okay but that wasn't the case.
as you started to realize this about your relationship, you began to wonder if he truly was the one you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. was he worth giving up your dreams and desires for him?
you wanted the answer to be yes but deep down you knew the answer was no. simon was great but he wasn't what you were looking for in a life long companion.
he had great qualities but they weren't the qualities you needed. you felt bad for even thinking about a future without him. but honestly, you couldn't see him in your future.
you got scared. living without simon didn't feel right. he was familiar.
one night as he slept beside you, you made your decision. you were gonna break up with him.
the next day as he made his morning tea you decided it was time. you held his hand, tightly squeezing his fingers.
"you're so great, si." you said softly, but he knew there was a lot more you needed to say.
"you're so great and so amazing but i don't think you're the one."
there. you said it. your voice cracked towards the end. you tried holding back your tears but it was so hard. he was all you knew.
"what?" he whispered, pulling your hand closer. "what are you talking about?"
you blinked away your tears. "we want completely different things, si. i...i...i don't see you in my future." you sniffled, fingers squeezing his.
simons hand started to shake gently. he shook his head and let out a pained laugh. "y-you're joking, right?"
you didn't respond. your eyes were planted on the floor.
"love, please." he begged. his fingers met your chin and tilted your head up. "tell me you're joking."
but you weren't joking. this was real. you were breaking up with simon riley.
you shook your head and pulled away from him. "i'm serious. we want different things in life. you want a laid back life and i want adventure, i want to experience life. how can i do that happily when i know you don't want that?"
simon stared at you for a couple seconds. you were right. simon had gone all around the world. he had adventures, he had experiences, now he just wanted to rest. he wanted to live comfortably and not have to care about life or death anymore.
he took a deep breath and nodded. "kay. if this is what you want then i'm not denying it to you."
you let out a sigh and nodded. you took a step away from him. "i'll start packing today."
simon didn't say anything. not when the love of his life, his only hope, was leaving.
simon was touch starved. it was embarrassing even to him. for some reason he just craved touch even though he's never really had it.
he didnt even notice until he met you. you were the sweetest girl and you understood boundaries. you didn't touch him, no matter how many dates you went on.
at first he didnt mind until he started to see couple pictures on pinterest. (yes he has an account) it made him want to experience touch with you.
the only touch he knew were the hits and slaps, but this kind of touching was different. it was more soft and intimate.
so he asked you about it. asked if you liked touching and reassured you he'd love to hold your hand. you let him, intertwining your fingers with his.
simons heart skipped a beat. this was different. holding hands turned into hugs and hugs into kisses.
simon found himself craving the feel of you on his body. he loved when you touched his arm, even just a quick brush as you walked by. or when you rested your legs on his lap.
any touch from you he would dwell in. you had this thing about you and he couldn't get enough.
one night you stayed over and simon couldn't wait to cuddle with you. he pulled you into his side, feeling your warmth mix with his.
it felt surreal almost. you were so comfy and you held him like he belonged right where he was.
simon was in heaven, with you in his bed, and most importantly, in his arms.
simon had retired out of the task force. he settled down with you and created a new life. he was much more or a lazy bum, always sleeping in, eating crappy food, and being a couch potato.
you let him because he deserved it. he'd served for so long, he just needed rest now. you took care of him, fed him, and loved him fiercely.
simon, however, started to notice his tummy starting to grow just a little bit. it wasn't noticeable at first, just softness around the once hard muscles.
soon it was a little more noticeable through his shirts. they fit a little tighter than normal and you could see the outline of his tummy. he didn't like it, not one bit.
one morning he was getting ready. completely shirtless in just his boxers. he was applying moisturizer when his tummy caught his attention. he touched the soft pudge of his tummy and sighed.
he hated it. he had really let himself go. he thought back to the times you told him you loved his body, his muscles, his build. he wondered if you had noticed the growing softness.
you walked into the bathroom, hair a mess. you looked adorable. you kissed simons shoulder before heading to the toilet. you didn't even notice the growing insecurity in his expression.
you finished using the restroom and went to the sink. you washed your hands and met simons eyes in the mirror. "sleep well?" you asked.
simon hummed, bringing an arm up to his tummy. he was trying to hide himself from you. "me too, you're so comfy." he didn't expect you to say that. he didn't respond to you, only staring at you as you fixed your hair.
"do you notice anything different?" he suddenly asked after a few seconds. you turned around to look at him. your eyes went from his head to his toes. "hm... you shaved?"
simon nodded. "oh, um yes, but that's not what i meant. anything else different?"
you studied him for a minute and frowned. "i don't see anything."
simon stared at you for a second. did you really not notice the pudginess of his tummy? it was so obvious.
"you dont see anything? really?" he asked one more time.
"other than you looking more healthier and brighter, no, i dont."
healthier and brighter, that's what you thought of him. he did notice his eyes starting to brighten up. he was getting the rest he needed. even his scars were getting softer after you made him put moisturizer on them so they wouldn't get dry.
"why are you asking?" you asked softly, hands coming up to his waist. he tensed under your touch and you felt it.
simon didn't say anything for a bit. his eyes were everywhere except you when he said, "you don't notice the fat i've got?"
you look at his tummy. honestly, you found it adorable. he was finally relaxing and letting himself live.
you shrugged. "not really. whats wrong with a little weight gain anyway?"
simon frowned. "you used to compliment my body when i was fit. i guess i just...i guess i thought maybe you didn't like my body anymore now that it's more softer."
you laughed. not in a mean way but in a you're-an-idiot-but-i-love-you type of way.
your arms wrapped around his middle tightly. "i love your softness. it's like a pillow. it's even better because it's you. a little weight gain isn't gonna stop me from loving you, si."
he felt relieved. he rested his hands on your cheeks and smiled. "i'm still hot?" you laughed and nodded. "very."
simons smile got wider and he leaned in to give you a peck. "thank you for loving me when i couldn't."
simon was insecure. he had acne of his cheeks due to wearing a mask all the time. he tried to be sanitary and wash his mask everyday but sometimes he wouldn't be able to when he was on deployment.
this caused breakouts on his face and eventually he had red bumps all over his skin. he hated it so much. the acne made him feel like he wasnt attractive anymore. he often wondered if he'd ever find love.
enter you, a well managed girl who didn't care about outward appearance as long as they took good care of themselves.
simon had faced his fear of going out without his mask and somehow met you. he couldn't believe it, honestly. you were beautiful and amazing. it felt silly and made no sense but he was excited.
you never once pointed out anything bad about his acne. instead you'd help him calm his flare ups down. you had given him a calming spray for when his skin breaks out. and you helped him have a good skincare routine. the acne didnt go away completely but he felt more confident now.
he loved it when you kissed his cheeks and told him how much you loved him. you never were grossed out by his acne, not even once. in your eyes he was your love, the man who needed a little love and a confidence boost.
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