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ohnonononononono567 · 2 months

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Carry me - Simon "Ghost" Riley x m!reader (angst)

Games

Bit by Bit

(This was made after 1am and I projected my OCD onto a fictional character so that's on me guys, my bad. Any bad writing can be blamed on the fact I was watching chernobyl with my cat and eating the saltiest fried chicken sandwich known as i wrote this)

"Simon-"

"Don't." He grunted, leaving his position in your bed. Never his.

The day he admits it's his bed as well, is the day he has the ability to sleep peacefully. And God knows when he'll be granted that right.

He awoke to the sound of screams, his ears ringing. The feeling of water and blood rapidly running under his skin, as if his flesh begged to be free.

You had rolled over to hold his midriff, and Lord help him with how much he's grown attached to you, with how much he wanted to pin you down as if you were nothing more than another enemy in his eyes.

He shot up, just to feel the familiar sting of a hook in his rib as he had sat on the bed.

Stepping out onto the patio with a grunt, a tank top and some joggers on with slippers. The apartment's patio serving as the perfect place to have a smoke, the dog yawning to join. Big fella, she was, nudging snout onto Simons leg.

Sitting down, he grabs a light, lighting the cigarette he had hiding cheekily in his pocket, when he had swore up and down he wasn't smoking anymore less than 8 hours ago.

Burn your wrist.

Shut up Riley, you know better than to act on that.

Do it now.

No.

He leaned back, allowing the nicotine to enter his system, and the tobacco to leave a lasting smell on the rough pads of his fingers. He watched you from the corner of your eye. Silent panic. Wanting to help him. But you can't. All he can do is lie to a therapist and come home to you.

He made this worse. Leave him. You're nothing, but he's worse.

Stop.

He saw you at your worst. Why stay?

Because he saw me at my worst. And he stayed.

He shouldn't have.

Stop.

He knows nothing about you and he goes to sleep saying bull crap about loving you.

"STOP!"

He yells, grabbing his hair in two fists on the side of his head, the cigarette between his fingers, lingering in the night air as the sound of the city stand beneath him.

He looks at you, and you seem to just be staring. Frozen.

It spitballs, as he meets your gaze;

"Stop fucking staring at me like that yeah? You can't fucking help me! You deal with me, or you kick me out. Should've done that by now if you've ever known what's good for you!" He says, throwing his hands up in the air out of exasperation, the dog yelping a bit as she backs away. He heads back inside, putting out the cigarette, and snatching his blanket, heading towards the couch.

You gave him a look as he left. He knew that look. You've set boundaries, he was trying to be healthy for you. Honest. You wouldn't stand for verbal abuse, nor disrespect. But he was weak. Useless in the presence of a man like you.

He knew better than to immediately go to you. He left earlier for the gym that morning, called off work, went to one of those shitty manmade parks with more dog piss than a fire hydrant, and sat himself down. Right in the grass, watching a single dandelion. It was weak. But it still stood in the grass. It moved with the wind, even when it lost it's soft white petals.

And when it was stripped naked, bare, with nothing left to offer, there was another dandelion there. Planted from the wind carrying it. Ready to repeat the cycle.

Why is he doing this? He'll repeat what his father did. He was the end of it. No relatives to fall back on. God knows how much he's begged to bring his brother, Tommy back.

But that's just it. He's the end of the cycle.

Get up. Nobody is coming to save you.

He stands before you now, with nothing to offer, but the willingness to move with you if you'd allow him. If you'd allow a weak man like him to remain with you. He'll continue to lose his petals, but you'll help him plant new flowers. To utter the words,

"I can never truly tell you how sorry I am, love. You are the man I want. You are everything. And it's not enough. But I am trying."

Looking up at you, his bones brittle, his eyes heavy.

He wants to sleep. To feel his flesh settle, his mind quiet.

And as you embrace him, he can feel every molecule in his skin burning.

And if you ever let reality hit that you deserve someone who could think like a bloody normal human for once, would he continue to survive for as long as he could without you to carry him. Until he allowed the world to end what it started.

You are everything.

Laying in bed, your hands hesitantly rubbing his back in soft circular motions as he keeps his head in your tummy, soft breathing as the dog nuzzled into the crook between you two, soft kisses lingering on his tongue, it leaves him before he can chase after it;

"...Would you ever marry me?"

@tabloid-junki3 i dont think i cooked but i did heat it up in the microwave so

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ellieverkuasidees · 3 months

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Food For Thought!

T141 x Southern!reader

+ Simon "Ghost" Riley x Southern!reader

Tags: fem!reader! plantonic with the rest of the crew but you and Simon have a little something something yk?, canon typcial crusing, fluff, the boys just being silly, american and british bickering

a/n: so remember that little brain fart I had? so this is what happens when your bored with nothing to do <<33 I know that this won't do many southerns justice, we're all different from different cities to towns but I just wanted to share this with yall :)) also please tell me where yall from! I really want to know! Enjoy!

"What the hell is this (reader).." Price mumbled under his breath. He cranked his neck back as he looked at you with disgust. You rolled your eyes as you set the plate of fried chicken, string beans, and a nice, thick, creamy and chewy mac-n-cheese. "Okay, I'll go get the sweet tea. Do not and I mean do not touch anything!" You warned, leaving the dineing room to the kitchen. Soap came in as Ghost followed. "Aye. The hell is that?" Soap asked, sniffing the air to the unfamillar smell.

Price hunched his shoulder, and turned to the kitchen as you digged into the fridge trying to find the homemade sweet tea you made this morning. "I don't know, she made this mess. It looks greasy." He huffed. "I heard that! You haven't taste it yet!" You came back with a huge jug of sweet tea, the men looking at you with bewilderment. Gaz, running late had came into the dining room, his cheeky smile fading once the scent of southern food hit his nose.

"What's that?" He looked over to the abunces of food. He smiled as he turned to you and helped you with the jug of tea. "Thank you Gaz, anyways. I know you brits-"

"I'm not British." Soap shouted with offense. You all looked at him and then turning the attention back to you. "Anyways! This here? This here is the shit. Your taste buds will never feel the same after you eat these homemade classics of the south!" You squeaked. The men looked over at thefoood, the grease and butter glowing in the light. The men sruvnhed their noses as they groaned in disgusted.

Your feelings where slightly hurt, but as a proud (southern state) native, you must bring them the food from the home of the free. Eitehr way, any food you cook could explode their brains. "Think we should try it L.T?" Soap asked looking up at him. Simon had a bit of a soft spot for you. He loved your american accent, the way you had some much pride and respectful for yourself. He thought it was attractive. Might I say sexy? He was head over heels fpr you and wanted you to like him as much as possible. And if that means to eat your seemingly gross and fatty american food, then so be it.

"Wouldn't hurt to try." He simply said. "Really? Don't wanna be fat like them americans!" Soap joked. You reached over and punched his shoulder as he laughed. "Oh please! Half the people in this country needs a nice oral cleansing..”

Soap rolled his eyes and ignored your jab at him and moved on. “I think we should try it. Don’t seem so bad.” Ghost mumbled as he sat down next to you, his arm resting on your chair. “Really?” Gaz sighed.

“Yeah. Don’t seem so bad. Just Mac-n-Cheese.” He huffed at Gaz with a slight scorn to his tone. “Whateva you say I guess..” Soap sighed as he sat himself down at the food. “I want to try the tea first.” Simon said as he pointed to the tea jug. “Sure!” You stood up and pour each and everyone of you a cup of homemade natural born tea.

“Alright! Drink up!” You cheered. Price, oddity sniffed it and pushed the drink away. “No.” Ghost lifted his mask up, and took a sip before hacking and lammend the glass on the table. “AUGH! AUHN! WHAT THE FUCK?!” He screamed as you laughed at his intolerance to the sweetness of the tea.

Gaz just smacked his lips and pushed the cup away from him as well. “Too sweet, urgh!” He groaned as he smacked his lips and slapped his tongue to the roof of his mouth. Meanwhile Soap was still taking sip after sip of his drink, almost gone at this point. “Seems like you liked it Soap!” You giggled.

“I just like sweet stuff alright?” He chuffed as he sucked the life out of the cup. “I win!” Soap scoffed as he snatched Price’s cup of tea from him. Price didn’t seem to mind anyways. “You’re not gonna try Cap’?” He shook his head no, “I need to watch my blood sugar nowadays.” You chuckled at his words. Such an old man thing to say. Or someone who has diabetes. Either way it’s kinda funny. Not really.

“Okay try the Mac-n-Cheese now!!”

(Should I add onto this?)

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starzshopoflove · 7 months

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Civil Duties (Simon "Ghost" Riley x Reader)

needed a title i think

Notes: fem reader! i hc ghost doesn't wear a mask when he's off duty, this is just whatever rot my mouse brain creates, age gap but not to crazy, sfw mostly ,size kink if you squint, literally just me projecting onto reader sorry i'm terrified of men irl, no smut guys simon doesnt fuck on the first date erm,,

You were probably gonna throw up out of pure anxiety texting him, not like you were scared but this wasn't some guy from school or a random guy who hit on you, this man was an actual man, like he's probably had real relationships and has his own health insurance (both false ahem). Of course you eventually bite the bullet and text him, exchanging basic information; your name, how old you were, what your hobbies are.

After 2-3 days of consistent messaging mostly on your end with Simon preferring an actual phone call letting you do most of the talking assuring you he doesnt think your rambling and is in fact listening, he finally asks you out for a proper date because his mother raised a gentleman that doesn't call it grabbing coffee then tells you its a date.

I feel like simon would try and clean up a little bit for a first date, you're not some barrack bunny he fucks with a mask on and never sees again!! So he’ll get his hair trimmed, shave his stubble, wear his nicer slacks instead of his usual worn jeans and iron his shirt before seeing you. Checking to make sure he didn't look dirty or smell so you wouldn't make that face from what he was hoping wasnt from him.

He’ll call you from outside the bookshop were your family flat was above and let you know he's here while you basically stomp around upstairs running to do the final touches on your makeup, making sure the dress you decided to wear wasn't too short and your hair wasn't standing on ends while you held the phone between your ear and shoulder hopping on one foot trying to get your shoe while you told him you’d be right down.

Simon, who checks his watch ( yes he has a watch this man is OLD) while waiting for you only turning his head when he hears your quick steps making way down the staircase in the back of the shop and patterning of your shoes across the store floor where you make your somewhat grand entrance out of the shop. He just kind watches you grip the door frame and place a hand on your knee to catch your breath because he doesn't know you basically just did 2 hours worth of hair, nails and makeup in 45 mins and still pulled it off.

“You look nice” was all he could choke out because he can't simply throw you over his shoulder and take you home and let you be his little live in girlfriend (dw give him time it'll happen)

You straighten yourself swallowing silently to yourself basically eating him alive with your eyes praying he can't tell (he can't hes busy thinking about how your gonna be late for lunch and doesn't want the good tables to get taken) letting your lips pull that stupid smile you have when your reading the softest part of a book where the mc finally gets what she needs.

“Really?” Of course when you said that it had to come with a little giggle that tickled his ears because that kind sound doesn’t come to often especially when he can see your face burning just a little and your fighting the fattest grin

“Absolutely”

Simon seems like the kinda guy to take you somewhere family run for lunch, quiet but the best damn food you’ll ever eat. Course you chat and you nudge him some of your fries where he placing some of the meat from his plate onto your (THAT'S NOT THE MEAT WE WANT) and you share a little “oh thats good” over your conversation that ends with you both deciding to go on a walk around the square

You’re just fucking eating up everything the whole time, actually hearing him talk more with that sweet deep mank accent while you explain the plot to some mystery book the shop stocked recently after he mentioned he liked the author, or when he picked his glass up for a drink and his arm flexed a little, oh my god you wanted to climb this man like a tree and pick his brain apart.

Obviously Simons is a very attractive man but you like your men with some sorta substance, and he has plenty. The way he actually listened to you and had questions on whatever you were saying, not making you feel like you were suffocating him because he happily listened to your blabbering about the latest new installment in a series you've been keeping up with or when you had to explain the concept of reddit to him to explain a story. It was nice, like he didn't mind you had so much in your head and was happy to let you spill it out

You’re like a breath of fresh air for Simon, most of his time off a mission is spent reading anything in a park or at the gym just trying to make the time pass quicker till his next mission, he didn't know what made him give you his number but seeing you twice in one day didn't feel like something he could ignore. Your hands were as soft as they looked, and you didn't smell like smoke or gunpowder, you didn't care that he wasn't super talkative because that look in your eye told him you know he was listening, he especially liked how you didn’t push when he said he just did “contracting” for work

When the date ended with you both walking back to the shop and you both stood in front of the big glass door quiet and awkward while you shifted from one foot to another not yet ready to leave. At Least not without a kiss, least you could do to say thank you for letting talk your ear off.

“Simon”

“Yeah?”

“Somethin on your cheek c’mere”

There's was literally nothing on his cheek but he still leaned down to you indulging whatever you had in mind, when you hooked a finger on the collar of his shirt tugging his face much closer

“Still cant see it?” He gruffed out letting your eyes meet his while his hands made fists in his jacket pockets trying not to just jump out and hold you by the cheeks

“Def can now ‘ts right here”

You tugged the shirt a little closer, slotting your lips onto a small hum leaving you when his tongue licked your bottom lip with you happily obliging parting just enough for your tongues to slide over each other, before pulling away.

“Did ya get it?” hes got a stupid grin now too not as wide and bright as your but its there

“Mhm”

You did you it *confetti*

#cod mw2 #simon riley x reader #simon riley #cod mw x reader #simon ghost riley #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost cod #ghost x reader #mw2022 #ghost call of duty #sorry i just love civilian reader x ghost

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annaphoenix1994 · 1 year

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Ch.81 - Price and Evie

Previous Chapter - Masterlist - Next Chapter

Simon and Kiera have lunch with Soap; Kiera has a let down reflex; Price gets to spend time with Evie, understanding how obsessed Simon is with being a first-time father.

After Soap had given his information to the saleswoman about the ring, he avoided his embarrassment by offering to pay for lunch. Choosing a local cafe, they were seated at a booth next to a window in the corner of the restaurant, Simon keeping Kiera on the inside of the booth so that he could keep an eye on the point of entry just in case he needed to offer protection. "I'll be right back, L.T. I'm going to go find a restroom."

"Alright."

"If the waitress comes back and asks for drinks, just get me a water."

Simon nodded, watching Soap leave before he turned to Kiera, "I'm going to help him out with the ring."

She grinned, "And to think you've always despised him."

"Some of the shite he does drives me up a wall," He chuckled. "But I want the best for him and Teeter makes him happy. The least I can do is help him out."

"I think that's a good idea, babe," She encouraged. "He's been talking about proposing for a long time."

"Trust me, it's been the topic of our conversations for months." He scoffed.

"Has he told you how he was going to do it?"

"He said something about taking her on a trail ride to somewhere she said she loved to see. Some overlook. He said he wanted to take all of us on this ride so that we'll all see it and that she wouldn't suspect anything and he wants either me or you to pretend to take their picture, but really be filming the entire time to catch the proposal on video."

"That's so cute!"

"He'll probably chicken out," He chuckled. "I thought I was going to when I proposed."

"You seemed like you had it all under control." She hummed.

"Trust me, I thought my heart was going to burst out of my chest."

"Well, I can say that you definitely pulled it off. It was amazing."

"That was the goal, love."

"Hello! My name is Nancy and I'll be your server this afternoon. What can I get you two to drink?" The waitress smiled, blonde hair framing her face as she clutched her notepad.

"She'll have a Dr. Pepper and I'll have a water," Simon answered. "Oh, I'll need another water, too."

"Okie dokie. Do you need a few more minutes to look over the menu?"

"Yes, please."

"Okay, I'll go get those drinks and be right back with some bread for you. Any lemon for the water?"

"No thanks."

She nodded before turning on her heel to retrieve her customer's request, Soap returning before she could return.

"Thought we lost ya." Simon poked.

"Yeah, I was beginning to think that you fell in." Kiera giggled.

"Holy hell," Soap chuckled, shaking his head. "Had to drop a bomb if you know what I mean."

"Fuckin' hell, Soap. We're about to eat."

"What? It's not like you two have a weak stomach."

"We might."

"I doubt that. With all the shite we've seen, hearing about me dropping a deuce should be the least of your worries."

Kiera felt Simon's leg bouncing up and down impatiently under the table, knowing that he felt empty without the presence of their children to accompany them. He knew that it wasn't such a bad thing to take a brief break from constantly tending to his children knowing that they were in good hands, but in a way, he felt guilty and selfish - he felt like he had pawned them off just so he and Kiera could spend time together. The more he thought about it, the more he worried about their honeymoon, wanting to make it special for Kiera, but knowing he'd be unable to worry about being too far away from their children possibly more than how Kiera would.

Once their food came, Soap wasted no time in digging in while Simon barely touched his food, still not used to eating as much at a certain time of day due to his former military agenda. Kiera didn't eat as much either as her appetite wasn't as big as it used to be, resorting to just a simple chicken sandwich and fries, sitting back in the booth after finishing the sandwich, blushing at the sensation of Simon's palm cupping her knee, craving her warmth to soothe his own anxiety.

Simon's eyes darted towards the sound of a baby crying, immediately hoping that either of his children have cried since they had left them with Kiera's parents before his attention turned to Kiera after hearing her gasp. "What's wrong, love?"

He watched her complexion change to embarrassment, clutching her jacket over her chest as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat. "Let's just say my body is reacting to hearing a baby crying..."

He furrowed his brows at her explanation, following her hand as she moved her jacket to show him the damp area of her shirt.

"What happened?"

"It's a let down reflex." She sighed, embarrassed.

"What's that? Do we need to leave?" His tone was low and concerned, never hearing about a let down reflex before, but slowly putting the pieces together that Kiera had begun to leak her own breastmilk at the sound of another baby crying.

"Soon, but I'll have to pump as soon as we get home." She replied, leaning closer to him to whisper her response into his ear.

"What happened, K?" Soap asked, his eyes on his phone screen as he had been checking in on Teeter, texting her to let her know - more like ask - if they'd like to play Big Chief later.

"I-It's nothing," She replied. "Just... New mom things."

"Oh, okay."

She kept her jacket clutched over her chest as she zipped it closed, resting her elbow on the table out of embarrassment, her face flushing as Simon had put his hand on her knee, rubbing small and reassuring circles against the fabric of her pants with his thumb.

Kiera couldn't help but giggle as she noticed Simon's impatient driving on the way back to the ranch. He was desperate to get home to his babies. Kiera was, too, except she felt she was able to wrap her head around the fact that she was able to take a brief break while knowing her babies were in safe hands while they were away. The drive was nearly silent once Simon had turned the truck onto the road that led to the driveway to the ranch. "I hope they've been on their best behavior for your mum." He sighed.

"They're babies, L.T.," Soap snickered from the backseat of the truck, tucked between the two carseats. "They're either sleeping or eating from a bottle. I'm sure I could watch them with no issues."

Simon scoffed, "It'll be a cold day in Hell before I trust you with our children."

"Why?"

"I don't want their first words to be shite or fuck and I especially don't want my son to have a mohawk by the time he turns two."

"You are stone cold, Simon." Soap chuckled, knowing that Simon was exactly right when it came to his children accidentally learning a curse word with their vulnerable and sponge-like brains.

"Gladly."

"Would you at least consider it, though?"

"No." He huffed.

"Who's going to watch them when you and K go on your honeymoon?"

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it." He grumbled.

"Is it bad that I haven't thought about planning our wedding yet?" She giggled.

"Not bad at all, love. Take your time."

"I love weddings," Soap said excitedly, leaning forward to where his face was too close for comfort. "Do you at least have colors in mind?"

She sighed, "I was thinking about having our wedding in the fall. Where the colors are so pretty and it's not too hot outside. I was thinking about the colors being like a maroon or burgundy."

"I like that, K."

"Me too. I'm leaning closer to burgundy because it's one of Simon's favorite colors." She admitted, glancing over at him to watch his face tighten with a grin at her admittance.

"I figured it would be black," Soap scoffed playfully. "It's a shock to know that he likes another color besides black."

"Just full of surprises, Johnny." He huffed.

"I bet you have a red room in y'all's house."

"A what? And y'all? Speak fuckin' English."

"You know what a red room is, L.T.," He smirked. "Don't act like you don't know. And y'all means you all put together."

"Let me guess, you learned that from Teeter?"

He breathed a laugh, "I've learned a lot from that lass. So much that I'm putting a ring on it so I can learn a lot more."

"Fuckin' hell," Simon grumbled, rolling his eyes as Kiera began to giggle at their antics. "I regret even asking."

"You still didn't answer my question."

"What question?"

"That you have a red room."

"No, we don't."

"Thought you didn't know what a red room was, L.T.?" He snickered.

Simon grumbled as he put the truck in park, removing the key from the ignition before getting out to walk around the front of the truck and opening the door for Kiera, offering his hand for her to take, her grip tightening as she sorely moved her weight onto her feet. "Alright, love?"

"Yeah," She sighed. "I wish I wasn't so sore."

"You're working on getting better. Those exercises have been helping."

"They have. Although I do miss when you help me stretch."

"I can fix that." He smirked.

"Hey! You gonna open the door for me too, L.T.?" They heard Soap shout from the backseat.

"You have two hands."

"The door is locked!"

"It's called a child lock, Johnny." Simon grumbled.

"But I'm not a child!"

"I beg to differ."

The couple watched as Soap grumbled to himself, moving to where he pulled himself over the console and out through the passenger side, keeping his feet tucked to avoid scuffing the leather seats with his shoes as Simon stepped aside to open the rear door purposefully.

"Really? You wait until I found my way out to open the door?"

"Delayed timing." He shrugged, a smirk threatening to appear on his face, amused.

Kiera shook her head at their bickering, rolling her eyes as Simon locked the truck, offering his arm for her to grab as he escorted her towards her parent's lodge with Soap splitting off to search for Teeter after seeing she had texted him back regarding his request:

Today, 2:18 PM:

Big John: "Are you up for playing big chief later?"

Sugar Teets: "i be waitin on the bed for u with an open mouth and legs baby"

Once Kiera and Simon entered the lodge, they were greeted by the warm smell of apple cider and a ham that was cooking in Eva's crockpot. Immediately, Simon's eyes scanned the interior of the lodge, searching for the precious beings Kiera had given him to obsess over. Eva smiled from the kitchen, wiping the flour from her hands onto her apron before approaching her daughter with a warm smile and open arms. "Dinner should be ready in a few hours," Eva smiled, kissing Kiera's cheek. "I'm making honey ham, mashed potatoes, macaroni for your continuous cravings, and some sugar cookies to accommodate Simon's sweet tooth." She explained excitedly as she walked past her to greet Simon, seeing the relief in his eyes now that he was able to see his children.

"Sounds good, momma," Kiera smiled. "Where's our little ones?"

"Jacob is down for a nap in your father's lap and Evie is being spoiled by Simon's Captain."

Kiera felt Simon's shoulders tense out of jealousy instead of anger. "Where is he?"

"He's in the living room with Bud."

Simon nodded, his fingers grazing the small of Kiera's back before he escorted himself into the living room, seeing Price smiling down at the infant in his arms, his free hand holding the pacifier comfortably in her mouth with his index finger at the base of the nipple, Price not yet sensing Simon's presence coming near, Simon hearing Price's soothing words that calmed his anxiousness about someone else tending to his children.

In fact, he grew to appreciate it.

"Look just like your father, little lass. You're going to break some hearts when you get older." He grinned down at her, admiring at the perfection in his arms, making him wish he had a child of his own.

"She's forbidden to have a boyfriend." Simon commented as he took a seat in the empty chair across from the couch Price was sitting on, keeping his tone low as Bud was fast asleep with Jacob nestled between Bud's leg and the arm of the recliner, snug and secure as he slept - pacifier between his lips and Bud's index finger clasped in Jacob's little hand.

"I have a feeling that she's going to be a firecracker like her mum," Price chuckled, glancing towards Simon. "If that's the case, you're going to be running a muck, mate."

He huffed, "I already have my hands full with Kiera. Last I need is to see her grow up and have boys begging her to take her on a date." He grimaced at the thought, dreading the day that Evie would come home to say she has a crush on a boy that possibly likes her back - going on her first date, going through her first heartbreak, her first post-relationship depression, losing her self-esteem - everything. He couldn't stand the thought, knowing it would hurt him just as much as it did to see Kiera go through her depression and tears.

"You know it's going to happen, mate," Price chuckled. "But you have several years to prepare for it."

"Thanks for the assurance." Simon scoffed, tapping the heel of his foot against the wood floor out of anxiousness and impatience.

"It's what I'm here for," He chuckled, adjusting the blanket around Evie's little shoulder. "I'm proud of you, Simon."

The words caused his neck to straighten and goosebumps erect on his forearms. He's proud of me? "You are?"

"Of course. I've known you for years as a man who only had one mission: to get things done. I never saw you as someone who would let someone else tear down those walls you've worked so hard to put up. But look at you now: a family man and significant other to someone dear to you. You managed to turn your whole life around."

He nodded subtly, accepting the compliment from a person who had a major impact on his life as, aside from Kiera, Price had been the only other person to see Simon during his worst times, being there to be a listening ear for when Simon needed someone to talk to. "T-Thank you. I owe you and Kiera a lot for listening to my heartaches-"

"You don't owe us anything. Seeing you happy is enough for me, especially spending time with these little ones." He smiled, his heart swelling at the sensation of Evie's mouth clasping over his finger that held the pacifier securely in place, letting him know that she was either dreaming or growing hungry, a slight grumble leaving her little mouth.

Simon's lips spread into a grin.

He watched as Price turned his head to look over the back of the couch, watching Kiera help her mother in the kitchen as they playfully tossed flour at each other. "How is she doing?" He mouthed.

"Still sore from the C-Section. Had a bit of postpartum depression and am afraid that she still does."

"Still having the night terrors?"

"Rarely now, thankfully," He sighed, keeping his voice low to avoid waking her father who was sleeping in his recliner nearby, not wanting him to overhear and worry about his daughter. "She's more open about it now and I think it's been helping."

"Good. I've been keeping her in my thoughts. How are you doing?"

He sighed, "Barely had any nightmares. Can't remember when I had the last one. And honestly, I've slept better since the babies were born."

"I think it's because you feel complete with yourself."

"It's because I feel like I've found my purpose."

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whats-wild-to-you · 2 years

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The Perfect Plan (Jay Park fiction)

Part 19

<Jay’s POV>

I smelled food the minute I stepped foot in my house. Jen had found ramen in the cabinet and was preparing it while she simultaneously fried some eggs.

"Are you hungry? You must be. Looks like you haven't eaten all day!"

I sat down on the kitchen table, my eyes following her small frame. How is she so calm? She definitely saw the news about me. Why isn't she yelling?

Cause she's not your girlfriend anymore, you idiot! Why would she be upset? If anything, I bet she's laughing at your stupidity ... getting caught by photographers like that! What are you, an amateur?

"Stop!"

"What?"

"Not you, sorry!"

"I saw the news." She said more to herself, her back still turned towards me.

I chuckled.

"I'm not here to gloat. The girl looked like she did these kinda things for a living. Flirting with celebrities in clubs, intentionally getting photographed like that. I wouldn't be surprised if she called the photographers herself." She added after a while.

"I'm the one to blame. I should've known better."

"Yes, you should've!" She set a bowl of steaming ramen in front of me, shoving a pair of chopsticks in my hand. "Eat!"

We ate in complete silence, only the occasional slurping sounds cutting through the silence. When we finished, Jen put the dishes in the sink and sat back down.

"I have questions, but I want to hear what you have to say first. I understand I didn't give you an opportunity to explain yourself, and for that I'm sorry!"

I took a deep breath, trying to sort the thoughts running through my head. For the past couple days the only thing I could think about was what I would say to Jen, but now that she was in front of me my mind went blank. I desperately needed to convince her that I wasn't part of Phil's plan. That I got sucked into it without noticing.

"When I first met Phil, I didn't know the reporter who'd interview me would be you. I only knew you as the girl who talked smack about me, the girl who bruised my ego.

But when I got to know you, I fell for you, and that had nothing to do with Phil!"

"But you kept in touch with him?"

"I did. I should've seen how desperate he was to capitalize off of our relationship, but I didn't. All I saw was someone who tried to get a leg up, and me indirectly helping him because I couldn't stop myself.

That night you overheard our conversation, I finally told him off. I said to him that I didn't want to be a part of his little scheme anymore, that he needed to leave us alone. And then I would've talked to you and come clean!"

"I only heard about your contract, hiring me and I lost it. I didn't stick around to hear the rest. Sorry!"

"Don't apologize, it's not your fault. This is entirely my fault, and if I had a do-over I'd do a lot of things differently."

<Jennifer’s POV>

A do-over? Is that even possible now? Can we really turn back time and act like none of this has happened?

"Jen?" His strained voice rang through to me.

"Huh? Oh, I .."

"It's too late, isn't it?" He asked cautiously and I could see the pain in his eyes.

"No. It’s not. But I need time. I need to think about what's best for me!"

"I understand that."

We awkwardly stared into each others' eyes, none of us knowing what to say next.

"So you moved to Busan?"

"Simon told you?"

"Yeah..."

Our attempt at making smalltalk was miserable, to put it mildly. We were both extremely uncomfortable, albeit for different reasons. But if we wanted to give our relationship a second chance we had to get through this awkwardness. Sooner rather than later.

"Actually, one of our reporters was the first to report about your nightly escapades."

"I knew that already. Actually, in the spirit of honesty and full disclosure, I need to show you this!"

He placed a small tape recorder on the table and pressed play. The room filled with Dana's voice. I immediately recognized it was our latest conversation.

So she recorded it and gave it to Jay? Has she been in cahoots with him all along?

As if he was able to read my mind, Jay spoke softly when he said his next words. "I never met Dana, just knew that Simon had a thing with someone. Turned out it was her. Simon was the one who found out you two came together that night and contacted Dana. He had to convince her to take the recorder and use it, so please don't be mad at her!"

"I see. Have you by any chance spoken to Phil since?"

"No. Have you?"

"I don't think he and I should be in the same room. I would probably kill him with my own two hands."

"You'd have to get in line!"

We erupted in laughter at the same time, and when I felt my eyes brimming with tears, I quickly got up and turned my back on Jay. "I should wash these dishes before they dry out."

I only heard him hum in agreement, and secretly hoped that maybe we was too emotional to speak as well.

Before I left, I wrote down my number on a piece of paper, unsure of whether I wanted him to use it, but needing him to have it, just in case.

"I never deleted your number!" He said with a sad voice, before he unlocked his phone and showed me my info. My Jennie, followed by three heart emojis.

I felt my eyes getting teary again, so I quickly said goodbye and left. One thing I didn't want him to see was me crying. He was already miserable enough, I could see that now. No need to make him feel worse.

<Jay’s POV>

It's been a week since I saw Jen. Yesterday I texted her for the first time, and today I'm meeting her in Busan. She insisted on driving to Seoul instead but I had already cleared my schedule for the day. If I wanted her back, which I did, I had to make sacrifices and put her first.

Her text was the first thing I saw in the morning. Although it was just her address, it made my heart flutter in ways I didn't know was possible. After drinking my smoothie I got in my car and drove off.

We had lunch on the beach, and it felt like old times, like nothing bad had ever happened between us. Numerous times I had to remind myself that we're not a couple ... yet.

A week later Jen came to Seoul and we hung out in my studio, I showed her some new music and we had tacos for dinner. Like old times we fake-argued about who would get the last piece.

I love you, Jennie!

Every time I saw her, spoke to her on the phone or through texts, I had to hold myself back from uttering these words. I had to watch myself not to blurt them out of habit whenever we ended a phone call. I had to proof-read every text I wrote before sending it, and erase the words I typed without realizing it.

"Are you meeting Jen tomorrow?" Simon asked, while we were drinking soju at his place on a Friday night. Weekends had been reserved for Jen these past few weeks. I would either make the trip down to Busan or she would come to Seoul.

"Yes!" I said, and noticed I was smiling brightly.

"So, are you two back together then?"

"No, not yet. I don't wanna rush things. I want Jen to trust me completely."

"Good for you man, I'm happy for you, really!"

"Speaking of women ... what's up with Dana? If I remember correctly, and I only saw her briefly that night, she's totally your style. What happened there? Why did the two of you break up?"

"Just didn't work out. No big deal."

"But you seemed happy back then. You don't think you should give it another try?"

"What's the point? I've been in a committed relationship before and it didn't work out. Clearly I'm not cut out for relationships!"

"That's not true! Hey, if I have a chance at getting Jen back, then you can fight for Dana too!"

I smiled brightly at my friend, playfully nudging his side.

"It's nice to see you smiling again!" He put his arm around my back, patting it lightly. "Go home, rest! You don't want to be hungover when you're meeting Jen tomorrow."

I nodded and waved goodbye. Tomorrow was an important day.

At home, I texted Jen before I went to sleep, telling her that I was excited to see her and sharing the place where we would meet.

She read the text, but didn't reply which meant she must've been already half asleep. Chuckling, I put my phone away and drifted off soon after.

<Jennifer’s POV>

I arrived in Seoul a little after noon, stopped for coffee and typed the address Jay texted me into my navigational system. It was in a fancy part of the city and I wondered if he had some kind of schedule there.

As I approached, I could make out Jay's manager waiting in front of a building for me. He escorted me inside, then turned around and went back out after telling me which floor to go to.

I found Jay looking outside a window in a huge empty apartment.

"Hey!"

"You're here!" He put his arms around me, hugging me tightly.

"Why are we here?"

"I bought this apartment. Couple days ago."

"I see. So, you're moving?"

"Maybe..." He looked at me firmly. "I ... nevermind!"

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"A lot, but I think I should wait a little more!"

I nodded, inching closer to him. "I like the view!"

I noticed Jay staring at me, clearly he had a lot on his mind. I was curious as to what he had to say, but was I ready to hear it?

"On the drive here, I thought about how much more time we could spend together if I moved back to Seoul." I said, cutting through the silence.

Jay abruptly turned his head to me, his eyes wide open, almost bulging out of their sockets. A laugh escaped my lips.

"I mean, it's the weekend, but I had to get up at 6.30 today!" I protested, locking eyes with him.

"You can move in here!"

"And where will you live?"

"Here!"

"We're gonna be roommates?"

Jay shook his head slowly.

"I'll have to pay rent then?"

"No. C'mon Jennie, you're not that slow!"

With a sigh, I mustered up all my courage and grabbed his waist, pressing my body tightly against his, looking straight into his beautiful brown eyes.

"Sexual favors?"

"You know what? I think I just changed my mind!" He faked annoyance, removing my hands from around his waist.

"No, you didn't!" I went behind him, wrapping my arms around him, inhaling the scent of his fabric softener.

"No. I didn't." He sighed, then added, "I never stopped loving you, you know!"

"Me neither!"

***

Epilogue

#h1ghrgang #jay park #h1ghrmusic #park jaybum #aomg jay park #jay park aomg #park jaebum #aomg imagines #jay park scenario #aomg scenarios #more soju please #khh imagines #aomgofficial #park jaebeom #jay park imagine #jay park fanfic

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thecrimsonjaguar · 4 years

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Sometimes I think about Marceline and her daddy issues and how she’s like...

“Ah yes, here is the man who raised me in the apocalypse whom I love very very much and over here is my dad. He eats my food. He sucks.”

Like, girl.... Simon’s your dad now. He wants to be your dad. Call him your dad. Throw Hunson away and give Simon a #1 DAD mug.

#AT #Adventure Time #marceline #hunson abadeer #simon petrikov #Simon wouldn't eat your fries #simon would #in fact #buy you fries #nobody in this show would have issues if Simon was DAD #Finn's father sucks? Simon dad #Jake's father sucks? Simon dad #And simon's already PB's dad-in-law #let simon dad #let him have a family he deserves it

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super-unpredictable98 · 3 years

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Another All Nighter (Tales From the Original Timeline)

Fandom: Misfits Pairing: Nathan x Lydia (OC - Hard Candy’ verse) Word Count: around 1,3k Warning: Strong language, spiders (if anyone's scared of that)

(Masterlist)

Finals preparation was killing me, there was so much to study, so much to remember... My parents and Simon were starting to worry about me, locked in my room all day and night, reading those stupid flashcards and barely eating anything or getting any sleep.

One of those nights, while I was revising my science notes once again, I heard a weird knocking on my window. I thought I was just going mental from the sleep deprivation, but it happened again. When I looked back, I noticed someone was throwing pebbles.

I rolled my eyes with a smile, there's only one person who would waste their time doing this stupid shit for me... I got up to open the window and looked down:

"O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo? Deny thy father and refuse thy name; Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love, and I'll no longer be a Capulet," I leaned over the edge.

"I understood about 30% of what y'just said."

"Heya, Nats."

"Hey, Lollipop," he grinned widely. "Haven't seen you around and Barry told me you've been locked in there for ages, so I thought I'd drop by... I've got food and some beers."

"I suppose a break wouldn't kill me," I tried to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. "Come up."

Of course Nathan wouldn't ring the doorbell and come in like a normal person... He looked down at the floor and it slowly raised, forming a flight of stairs that lead to my room. He climbed up and I helped him in.

"I brought your favorite," Nathan handed me the paper bag. "Cheeseburger with caramelized onions and chili fries."

"Oh, you're an angel," I groaned. "I'm starving!"

"So I've been told..."

"Did Simon ask you to come?" I got into bed and Nathan joined me.

"No, that was actually my idea... Well, mine and Junior's, he suggested the burgers t'cheer you up."

"Aw, I love that little guy," I giggled before taking my first bite.

"He loves you," he chuckled. "I think he has a little crush. He actually wanted t'come tonight, but I asked him t'stay and take care of mummy."

"That explains the proposal last week," I joked.

"Well, the little fella has good taste, gotta give him that..."

My heart raced with that observation and I nearly choked, but that might've been because I was absolutely devouring my dinner.

"Someone's real hungry, huh?" Nathan watched me eating like I've been fasting for a week.

"Don't you judge me..." I pushed him playfully.

"I'm not, I think it's cute," he started eating as well. "You could've given me a call t'let me know your parents aren't feedin' ya."

"My stomach has been in a knot since this shitshow started."

"Glad that I was able t'fix it. So what you readin'?"

"Um..." I tried to hide the fact that I was watching the movement of his adam's apple. "Science, it's zoology."

"Zoology? That's cool, I like that."

"You like zoology?" I said skeptically. "Since when?"

"Since always, I love animals, I'm always watchin' those documentaries about wildlife and shit... I can help."

"That would be really nice, actually," I smiled to myself. "You're way too nice to me, you're ruining me for other guys."

"That's good, if a guy doesn't treat you as well as I do, he doesn't deserve shit. I'm settin' those standards real high."

"Yeah, that's why I'm single..."

"Sounds like Rick is gone then?"

"Yep, broke up with him last week."

"Good for you, he was a bit of twat," Nathan leaned back, my eyes followed his bicep as he put one arm behind his head. "Never liked him."

"His sense of humor was shit."

"You love a funny guy, don'tcha?"

"I guess I do..."

"Poor fellas at your school don't stand a chance."

"Yeah? Why's that?"

"Cause we're friends, and I'm the funniest guy around."

"You cocky bastard..." I pinched his cheek.

A silence started eating us alive, my gaze moved between his eyes and his lips. Sometimes I thought he knew, he knew about my feelings. What if he knew and all those nice things he did for me was his way of telling me that he liked me too? Or maybe of making me feel less bad about being a pathetic romantic idiot pining after a married man.

"Y'got a little ketchup..." Nathan dragged his thumb over the corner of my mouth slowly and licked it right after.

We were so close, I could feel his breathing against my skin, I could smell his body wash, just one move and we could kiss. What If I kissed him? What would happen? Would he kiss me back or never look me in the eye again?

For a second I thought he was going to kiss me. His tongue quickly wet his lips, he leaned in closer, his hand was firmly on the back of my neck, he swallowed nervously before shutting his eyes and shaking his head as if trying to get rid of an intrusive thought.

"Are you okay?" I asked, slightly worried.

"Yeah, yeah..." he waved dismissively with his usual bravado. "I just thought I saw somethin' over there, but it was a shadow."

"Oh, okay," I felt dumb for even thinking a man like Nathan would even consider kissing me.

I had lost my chance, which wasn't fair to begin with, my chance was when I was 12? Now that I'm old enough he's taken and has a kid... So typical of me to lose at a game I didn't even get the chance to play.

Once we finished our dinner, he grabbed my notes and started looking through them, pretending to understand everything, but it was pretty clear he was a little lost.

"Uh, insects..." he mused, scratching his shy goatee. "Well, what makes an animal an insect?"

"Three body segments and six legs?"

"Well, yeah, but it's more than that..."

Nathan covered the palm of his hand for a second, and when he uncovered there was a beautiful blue butterfly there. I gasped at how amazing that was.

"What d'you see here?"

"Wings?"

"Yeah, lots of insects have wings, but not all of them," Nate slowly stroked the butterfly's wings, it seemed to like it. "But one thing that every insect has is a pair of antennae, see?"

"Aw, it's so cute!"

"You can touch it if you want, d'you wanna hold it?"

I nodded and Nathan placed his hand on top of mine, transferring the butterfly to me.

"So three body segments: head, thorax, and abdomen," I carefully analyzed the adorable creature.

"Exactly," he checked the notes once again. "Now arachnids..."

"Are you just gonna make animals out of thin air to help me study?"

"It's helpin', innit?" he chuckled, making the butterfly turn into a spider in my hand.

"JESUS CHRIST, NATHAN!" I screamed and he laughed.

"It's alright, look at it, it's cute... Look at this adorable little face."

After a closer look, I concluded that the jumping spider resting between my fingers was actually quite friendly.

"Don't scare me like that!"

"Sorry, sorry," Nate sighed amusedly. "So arachnids have eight legs and-"

"Nathan?" Simon's voice made both of us jump.

"Barry, Jesus!" he clutched his chest. "Scared the shit outta me!"

"What are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing! Y'mentioned Lyddie wasn't eatin' right so I brought her some dinner, and now we're studyin'."

Simon was gonna say something snarky, but seeing me well fed and all happy with my jumping spider, he didn't have the nerve to. He simply shook his head with a timid smile, closing the door again.

"Next time ring the doorbell like a normal person!"

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