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poppy eighteen she/her isfp dec baby slow writer
favorites : tea glasses citronella vanilla thriller flowers cats autumn photography
masterlist no requests simon riley only
simons mask was his safe place. he could hide away from all the world and not have to worry about looking weak. only his mates had seen his face and in that moment he felt exposed. he promised himself from there on he wouldn't show anybody else his face.
well, until you came along. simon bumped into you on a morning run. you were running with your dog by your side. then somehow that ended up with numbers exchanged.
soon it created a relationship. after his deployments he finally had somewhere to return to. he felt wanted for once in his life. he loved seeing the happiness radiate off you when he came home. he loved recieving the hugs you can him and the soft kisses on top of his mask.
you never judged him or forced him to take the mask off. you accepted him the way he was and he couldn't be more grateful.
w : simon cries
"this doesn't mean anything, right?" your voice was a whisper against simons lips.
this wasnt supposed to happen. you werent supposed to be on your best friends lap, kissing his chapped lips, and yet, somehow you were.
it started off as just a simple hangout between two friends. nothing weird about it. but as the evening went out simons knee kept bumping yours and soon his lips were on yours.
simon didn't say anything when the question left your lips. his eyes were closed, breathing a little bit harshly.
it did mean something. it meant everything to him.
having you in his lap like this meant the world, but he didn't know how to tell you. he didn't know how to confess his feelings. he didn't know how to be vulnerable with you.
your lips were still on his as you waited for his response. you didn't think it'd take this long. you thought he'd say no and your heart would break and then you'd have to move on. you didn't expect hesitation. especially not from him.
This is a masterpiece🫡
THANK YOUUU 🤭
hi!! me again. i just wanted to come back after SOMEHOW reading all your works in the span of an hour 😭😭 i love how you write. its so soft, so sweet, captures perfectly the fuzzy feelings that come with being in love (with simon, hehe. i think you reignited my love for him). i cant wait to see what else you have in store :)) ✨
hi again :D omg thats hilarious 😭 thank you! i feel like hes a big softie once he's comfortable enough to show. it definitely takes time but i love writing him as a big soft man :( i have one fic in the drafts but its not ready yet! thank you for making me smile this morning!
(ive never been in love so im so grateful im able to bring that to life even though i havent experienced it yet!)
hello!!! i stumbled onto your page fresh out of a sad cry session and it was exactly what i needed 🥹 i know people have said this before, but its so nice to find a collection of just, pure, soft fluff (as a fluff writer, i too love fluff hehehe). keep up the amazing work dear author ✨
i hope you're feeling better :( im glad to bring some sort of comfort! ive seen people say that all the time and im just glad to be a blog where someone can escape to! thank you so much for your compliments! 🫂
you put the brush down and took a deep breath. you were overwhelmed, the feeling of everything was making your mind overwork. thoughts and feelings were nagging in your chest as you got ready for a date with simon.
dates were important to him. it was time he got to spend with you and take one hundred pictures of you. he had bought tickets to a new movie that had just come out after you begged him to go see it.
you were supposed to be going to that tonight but you suddenly didn't feel like it anymore. you could feel your allergies starting to come in your body, then your period came out of nowhere, and work had been a little too stressful recently. everything was starting to pile up and you kept it to yourself.
you looked at yourself in the mirror and sighed. you looked tired. completely wrecked.
you stepped out of the restroom and walked to the living room. your hair was a mess and you were still in your pj's.
simon was sitting on the couch, scrolling on his phone, just waiting for you. he was ready to go in a hoodie and some jeans. he looked comfy, ready to go watch the movie. he saw you walk in to the living room and frowned. you weren't ready yet and you had twenty minutes before the movie started.
w : simon cries
"this doesn't mean anything, right?" your voice was a whisper against simons lips.
this wasnt supposed to happen. you werent supposed to be on your best friends lap, kissing his chapped lips, and yet, somehow you were.
it started off as just a simple hangout between two friends. nothing weird about it. but as the evening went out simons knee kept bumping yours and soon his lips were on yours.
simon didn't say anything when the question left your lips. his eyes were closed, breathing a little bit harshly.
it did mean something. it meant everything to him.
having you in his lap like this meant the world, but he didn't know how to tell you. he didn't know how to confess his feelings. he didn't know how to be vulnerable with you.
your lips were still on his as you waited for his response. you didn't think it'd take this long. you thought he'd say no and your heart would break and then you'd have to move on. you didn't expect hesitation. especially not from him.
Just found ur page and omg, it’s so rare to find only fluff in fics and yours are so fluffy and sweet and i want to cry.
omg thank you 🥹 ive seen people talk about that before and im glad to be somewhere people can go to for fluff! simons is just a sweet boy 🥹 but thank you! it means a lot that people like my fics. and thank you for sending a message 🫂 i enjoy hearing from my readers!
there was nothing more beautiful than seeing you in your most vulnerable state. your hair was a mess, skin broken out, lips crusted, and dark circles. not to mention, you were wear one of simons old tshirts with rips in it.
you were having bad cramps and yet you looked beautiful to simon. he couldn't stop staring at you. he was leaning against the arm rest of the sofa with you between his legs, head on his chest. he was rubbing your back softly.
every time you said something simon would space out.
you looked like home.
i am emotional !!! i am trying not to cry right now. like i needed this so badly 😭 oh my goodness !!!! 🥺💕
and these lines? MY HEART😭💛
you shined brighter on days like this. your skin had broken out and yet he found you absolutely gorgeous. you were human just like him. perfectly imperfect.
he felt waves of love flood through his whole body as you snuggled into his chest. occasional whimpers leaving your throat as the cramps hurt more and more. and yet all he could see was the love of his life.
he cupped your cheeks and tilted your head towards him. his eyes trailed all over your face until he whispered. "you're so gorgeous."
omg !? didnt expect to see this but it just made my whole day! the breakdown and everything 🥹 i love you 🫂 i hope you get it one day, you deserve it 🤧🫶🏼
LOOK AT GHOST!TOJI OH MY GAWDDDDD DON'T PLAY WITH MEEEE!!!!! literally humping my pillow from how hot and scrumptious he looks. I'm literally speechless, my pussy is drooling.
Creds: zeilorene on tiktok
your back was turned towards him. it was bare since simon liked to sleep skin to skin. he loved the way your warm skin felt on his. it was a comfort he never knew he needed.
simon felt a bit lonely in bed, even though you were right there. he rolled over to you, hands running over your sides. you woke, mumbling words he couldn’t comprehend. instead, he just pulled you impossibly close.
"too far, dove," he muttered, voice rough but with a hint of softness.
his hands roamed your tummy, making their way up to your ribs and back down. his hands were rough, but the warmth made them feel better.
let me know where to find one please 😔
simon 'ghost' riley x reader
wc: 0.2k
the phone buzzes at 3:07 a.m.
you answer on instinct, heart thudding like a warning—but the moment you hear the low crackle of distant static, your chest eases.
"si?" you whisper, voice thick with sleep.
"told you i'd call."
his voice is gravel, dulled by poor signal and fatigue. but it’s him.
"you okay?"
"fine," he says. it's automatic. a soldier's answer. then quieter, "can't sleep."
you sit up against the headboard, brushing hair from your face. "where are you?"
a silence and then, his answer.
"nowhere good."
he never tells you, not really. you stopped asking a long time ago.
there's a pause. you hear him breathe.
"is she awake?" his question makes you smile for a moment.
"she had a nightmare an hour ago. i rocked her back down, but she’s been babbling since. talking to the ceiling fan, i think.” you explain softly, sitting at the bed.
he huffs something close to a laugh.
"i'll put you on speaker."
in the dim nightlight, your daughter—grace, as he was gifted to call her, lies in her crib, blanket half-kicked off, tiny fists waving at nothing.
simon listens. on the other end of the world, he's crouched in some half-shelled out building, rifle at his side, bone-weary—but when his daughter coos into the line, high and breathy and nonsense-sweet, his eyes close.
"bah-bah. da-da-da-da."
he bites down the ache.
"daa,"she says again, louder, like she knows.
his voice breaks low over the line. "that's me, sweetheart."
as the line keeps up, you smile with your eyes closed. tiny moments, as you called them. tiny moments where simon could feel happy even if he was crossing the whole world.
a/n: simon would have a daughter fight me
the clouds covered the sun as you pulled up into your driveway. it was a rainy tuesday. it reflected the way you felt on this unfortunate day.
simon was in your passenger seat, his hands fiddling with his nails. a bandage was wrapped around his head, covering his eyes. a failed mission lead to an explosion which caused the rubble to hit simons eyes. the doctor declared him blind.
the news was hard for simon. he had spent so long serving in the military and now he has to stop, just like that.
the rain started to pour on your windshield again. simon turned his head as if to look out the window but he couldn't see a thing.
he wanted so desperately to see the raindrops again. to see anything.
the rain started coming down harder than before. simon could hear the dropplets hitting his window. he imagined them in his brain but it was no use, imagining and seeing weren't the same thing.
simon tilted his head down, his hand coming to scratch his cheek. "is it raining hard?" his voice was rough, almost as if it hurt him to ask.
your back was turned towards him. it was bare since simon liked to sleep skin to skin. he loved the way your warm skin felt on his. it was a comfort he never knew he needed.
simon felt a bit lonely in bed, even though you were right there. he rolled over to you, hands running over your sides. you woke, mumbling words he couldn’t comprehend. instead, he just pulled you impossibly close.
"too far, dove," he muttered, voice rough but with a hint of softness.
his hands roamed your tummy, making their way up to your ribs and back down. his hands were rough, but the warmth made them feel better.
there was nothing more beautiful than seeing you in your most vulnerable state. your hair was a mess, skin broken out, lips crusted, and dark circles. not to mention, you were wear one of simons old tshirts with rips in it.
you were having bad cramps and yet you looked beautiful to simon. he couldn't stop staring at you. he was leaning against the arm rest of the sofa with you between his legs, head on his chest. he was rubbing your back softly.
every time you said something simon would space out.
you looked like home.
a bit more of Simon for you guys <3
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Pairing: John Price x reader Word count: +1,9k Content: humour | fluff(ish) | reader and John are married | reader is 141 member | dude who doesn’t speak in ‘no’ Warnings: language, bad English (as a non-native I'll always be sorry for that). Summary: New batch of soldiers came to the base, and one stubborn keep hitting on you like word ‘no’ is a foreign to him. Then he got a ‘brilliant’ idea to ask your CO for permission to date you. A/N: Well, I wrote one where some woman was hitting on John, so now it’s time for reader become a target, and John has to straighten things up. I wrote this few days before "Classified Missus" but kept changing it every time I opened MS. I think it's enough... Considering my English, probably it's still shit as hell. Sorry!
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this got me giggling and kicking my feet 🤭