Kitchen kisses and baby girls.

♡︎ ⌇ Any!pov, established relationship(married)

↳ girl dad simon !!

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snippet: If Simon didn't know any better, he would assume he was hallucinating. Or dead.

Like that he was in that desert, sweating and so dehydrated that he was only imagining what his future was. Or that his team had finally left him for dead, bleeding out in some dirty alleyway. Because he never thought that he would be here. Living the life he never thought he would be able to live in.

Simon didn’t grow up with a great role model. His father was a cruel man. One made up of mostly drunken nights and fists, cleaning blood off of his face under flickering bathroom lights. Where he grew up wasn't much better. Shitty kids in school yards, earning a kick in the ribs for every time he looked at someone wrong, football pubs filled with people who he knew would swing a punch if he said the wrong thing.

Made him not want to have kids. Fear that he would turn into a copy of his father, drunken fists swinging into walls and faces during silent nights, silent sobs into pillow cases, lying about the bruises on his body. That he got hurt during gym. He would never want to bring a child into a world like that. A world of hurt, a world so full of terror and darkness, where his child could be hurt by anyone. By him.

So he joined the military. An outlet. Somewhere where violence isn't frowned upon. An escape, escape from a violent past, violent father and the shitty place where he was raised, where no one knows who he is. New beginning.