A story for my friend @itsscromp while I finish up some other things for him as well.
For some context this does take place in a sort of siblings/childhood friends au.
Simon was willing to do some crazy things to cheer you up. And I mean, crazy. From tickle attacks to cuddles until his toes to numb and he's got a kink in his neck.
But today is a whole new ordeal. You'd come home from school, a bad day at school. Where you were attending didn't exactly treat you with any respect, and when you'd reported bullying several times you went unanswered.
Today you came home tired. Slinging off your backpack and heading for the couch. You looked pretty bummed, and Simon could tell, sipping his tea in the kitchen.
"You doing ok y/n??"
You shrugged, slumping and turning on the tv. "School..."
Simon could tell you were pretty upset. And it didn't look like you were in any mood for tickles. So he had to think up something different... And then the craziest idea hit him.
Well, worst case it didn't work and you thought he was insane. He put down his tea, and took off his shirt.
You noticed from the corner of your eye and looked over at him. "Simon... What are you doing??"
"Drinking my tea." Simon raises his cup and takes another swig, popping his pecs. For a moment you were confused, and then giggled a little.
Simon continued on, pumping his pecs and sitting down on the couch next to you. And then his eyes widened. "Oh shit- y/n-"
"What's wrong, Simon??" You asked through laughter.
"I can't stop! They're moving on their own!"
"Oh no!" He keeps going, watching you as your face starts to light up more. "Oh no, they're cursed!!" You laughed, watching him pump his pecs.
Simon feigned immense panic. "Who cursed my beautiful pecs!!?"
You were trying to breathe right, laughing. "I don't know!"
"What do I do?? I can't stop them!" Simon smirks, even though it was a tad humiliating. He would only ever do this for you. Oh the life of him.
"Put your hands on them??" You suggest, still laughing.
Simon tries it, but continues on. "No, no they're too bloody strong!"
"Then stop working out." You snorted.
Simon decides he's way in over his head and gasps. "I could never do that! I must keep them beautiful and strong!"
You fell off the couch, snorting loudly, making Simon chuckle. "You ok there??"
"You're funny." You laughed, wiping your tears from the ordeal.
"Me and my pecs." Simon pats them.
You snickered and sighed happily, lightly shaking your head. "Simon... You'll kill me."
"Hey, they hear what people say about them, y'know." You look up, wiping some tears and nodding. "Oh? And what are they saying now?"
Simon considered this, and then looked over at the table. "They say... There's only one piece of chicken left and it's mine!"
You gasped as Simon dashed over. "Hey!" He snatched it up, snickering and licking his lips. Devouring the piece.
You huffed softly. "Unfair."
"My pecs are always one step ahead y'know."
You rolled your eyes softly. "Like I said, unfair. Now I want cuddles." You reached out, Simon frowning.
He popped his pecs and turned slightly. "Hm.. should we?? I know.. I know, it could be dangerous... How long would we go without food or water?" He mumbled, still popping his pecs.
"That is very true..."
"Alright," Simon turned back to you. "We've universally agreed to your request."
"Good." You nodded and got up, heading to the couch. Simon quickly cleaned up and finished up the dishes before going to find you. He stood near you, "We are ready."
You eagerly opened your arms and Simon flopped down on top of you harshly, making you huff. "Hey buddy.." You patted his back.
"Thank you Simon, and Simon's pecs..." You huffed, smiling softly.
"We all say you're welcome." Simon mumbled, snuggling against your neck.
But you weren't alone. Price came down the stairs and saw you two snuggled up. Without a moment to waste he came around and scooped you two up.
You both huffed and grimaced as he squeezed you gently. "Dad..."
"Snuggles without me, huh?"
You and Simon were squished. You looked at Simon, hopeless. "Why didn't your pecs earn us of this!?"
"Well maybe they wanted this, ever consider that!?"
"I'll never understand..."
"No you won't, only I will. You hear??" He huffed softly. You snickered, content, even if you were being crushed.
But Simon always had a way to cheer you up. Through adulthood you and Simon never lost the relationship you'd always had.
Simon could tell when you were bummed out, he didn't always, or ever, know what it was about, but he knew it had to be something. He was a fixer, he had to fix this.
So when he saw you sadly sipping your drink in the kitchen, he moved. He yawned, taking his shirt off.
"Simon?" You looked over at him confused. Simon stretched, "Ah sorry, I've just been hearing voices. Y'know, I think they're acting up."
He moved his pecs, his eyes going slightly wide. "What?? Y/n's been feeling sad?? Whaaaaat? Noo..."
You snickered a little. "They're back?"
Simon patted his stomach and nodded. "Yeah, they've been whispering things to me. We've been having midnight talks." He whispered.
You snorted. "What are you saying??" You laughed.
"They are saying... Y/n looks really good today, and they're proud of how well you're doing." He nodded firmly.
"They would like to give a motivational speech but... They don't have mouths."
"Well I'll take that as a compliment??" You laughed more, smiling as even now he could cheer you up with little effort. It's part of his charm really.
"They said you're very welcome." Simon smiled, and you smiled back.
"You always know how to cheer me up Simon."
Simon grabbed his shirt again. "Hey, as soon as you came around and became our problem, that became one of my job titles." He ruffled your hair.
Oh, your brother. What a silly man on the inside.
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Nik: *typing on a laptop while laying in bed*
Teen!Ghost: *opens the bedroom door, wearing full hunting camo including a mask*
Nik: *looks up and snorts when he sees him*
Teen!Ghost: *gets on the floor and army crawls towards the bed*
Nik, laughing: малыш what are you doing??
Teen!Ghost: *says nothing as he stops next to the bed, reaching his hand up and blindly looking for Nik’s wallet on the nightstand*
Nik: Why- Why are you- *snorts*
Teen!Ghost: *grabs Nik’s wallet before he sits up and looks through it, pulling out his credit card before dramatically snapping the wallet shut and dropping it back on the nightstand*
Nik, wheezing: You could’ve just asked
Teen!Ghost: *flops back onto the floor and wiggles back across the floor to the door*
Nik: *laughs loudly*
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