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the father who stepped up | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem gasly!reader

mr leclerc has been spotted with an all too familiar dog recently.

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR | BROTHER'S BFF MASTERLIST

- part of the brother's best friend series -

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yourusername: ceo of milf industries

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user1: i am NO better than a man

user2: i think enough time has passed... when do we get enzo's paddock debut

user3: i'm hearing monaco at least

pierregasly: this is false advertising

yourusername: enzo is my child, i am his mother

pierregasly: you're not cute enough to be a milf, sorry!

yourusername: just cause you've got the hairline of a grandpa is not mine or enzo's fault

pierregasly: MY HAIRLINE IS FINE

yourusername: PUSH BACK THE FRINGE

pierregasly: how dare you! this is a big insecurity of mine - you are NOT a girl's girl

yourusername: pierre why is mum calling me? PIERRE WHY IS MUM CALLING ME?

user4: i bet they have a get along shirt

yourusername: all i can say is that someone rocks it, and someone doesn't

pierregasly: are you still being mean while on the phone to mum????

yourusername: the hater grind never stops

estebanocon: enzo is getting so big 😭😭😭

yourusername: time flies, oh gosh i'm crying

estebanocon: motherhood does that to you

user5: i love how pierre and este are mortal enemies but y/n is besties with him regardless

yourusername: an opp of pierre is a friend of mine

charles_leclerc: cutest boy in the world

yourusername: i didn't know you had given up that title?

charles_leclerc: oh i-

pierregasly: STOP FLIRTING WITH HIM AND STOP BLUSHING IT'S JUST Y/N

user6: say it's just y/n as if it's NOT Y/N??

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pierregasly: I SAW THAT

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pierregasly: what's the point of having a sister if you can't steal her dog

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user7: this pooch has to be one of the most spoilt and pampered dogs in the world

user8: i wish i died and was reincarnated as enzo

yourusername: oh sure, i'm sure i'm great for plucking your eyebrows and helping you text back girls (@francisca.cgomes you're welcome)

pierregasly: do you mind?

yourusername: did you really ever think you'd pull kika with your charm alone?

pierregasly: yes?

yourusername: the delusion of men should be studied

pierregasly: do i have to call mum again?

yourusername: you call yourself tripod, if anything i should be calling the POLICE

user9: i know kika must have the patience of a saint to deal with their bickering

user10: i fear for any man who wants to get with y/n cause lord knows at his big age pierre will be wheeling out the overprotective brother act

pierregasly: that's my god given right

yukitsunoda0511: not in the photo dump... i see how it is

yourusername: every girl for themselves sorry yuki san

yukitsunoda0511: i think pierre is just jealous of our looks

yourusername: i think that is exactly it yuki

charles_leclerc: yuki not in the post but i wasn't even invited 🤨

pierregasly: you're literally in italy?

charles_leclerc: and?

pierregasly: god forbid a man doesn't want to be bullied by you and y/n

yourusername: (pussy)

user11: not to be a freak but charles and y/n would be so cute together

pierregasly: say anything like that again and you're getting blocked

yourusername: they hate to see a girlboss winning

pierregasly: excuse me?

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charles_leclerc: no paternity test needed

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user15: okay.... like... they're slay

user16: i'm personally going to celebrate now before the pierre tantrum

yourusername: oh i've already blocked his number lol

pierregasly: knock knock

yourusername: HELP HE DROVE ALL THE WAY FROM PARIS

user17: is charles dead? can we have a sign of life?

charles_leclerc: they can't get rid of me bitch

pierregasly: you're hiding in the bathroom I CAN HEAR YOU GUYS GIGGLING

yourusername: you're BREAKING AND ENTERING

pierregasly: i have a key?

charles_leclerc: for emergencies?

pierregasly: THIS IS AN EMERGENCY I NEED TO BEAT YOUR ASS

yourusername: not his ass!!!! it's so cute :(

pierregasly: not the time

user18: i can't - why are they having a conversation in the comment section when they're separated by a single door

pierregasly: WHY IS ESTEBAN HERE????????????

estebanocon: 1. i love drama and i love annoying you 2. y/n called me as back up

yourusername: you're being insane and i needed the lanky man to escort you out!

pierregasly: i just want to talk

yourusername: I CAN HEAR THE SOCK

charles_leclerc: THE SOCK?

estebanocon: i can confirm he has the sock

yukitsunoda0511: why don't i know what the sock is :(

yourusername: it's a sock full of loose change that you swing as a weapon @ MEN OF ITALY PLEASE MOBILISE YOUR GOD IS IN DANGER

charles_leclerc: tell enzo i love him :((((((

pierregasly: WHY IS MAX HERE AS WELL?

maxverstappen1: i am nosey

maxverstappen1: and esteban left the door open

danielricciardo: i am also here

alexalbon: me too, @yourusername can i have some of the dessert in the fridge?

yourusername: is the entire population of monaco in our house?

charles_leclerc: with that many witnesses he can't do anything

pierregasly: WHY DID YOU GUYS GIVE THEM ENOUGH TIME TO GET OUT AND LET Y/N GET HER SOCK

pierregasly: HELPPPPPPPPPPPPPP

user19: what the fuck have i just read?

user20: are alpine down a driver?

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yourusername: did you guys know i recently became an only child?

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user23: now this could either mean that she has disowned pierre or that we did actually witness murder by sock

user24: enzo down an uncle

maxverstappen1: i am more than ready to take his spot

danielricciardo: me too

alexalbon: me three

pierregasly: i'm still alive?

yourusername: GHOST 🫵🏻

charles_leclerc: someone get the sage STAT

pierregasly; do not try and cleanse me away

yourusername: then stop STINKING UP THE GAFF WITH YOUR ATTITUDE

pierregasly: THEN STOP FUCKING MY BEST FRIEND

charles_leclerc: 🤓👆 she's actually in love with me

yourusername: that's true i am actually in love with him

pierregasly: there's a difference?

yourusername: your fuckboy is showing... kika i'm so sorry

user25: we got a 'LOVE' guys it's real

yourusername: we have a child, this is so real

charles_leclerc: locked in for life 🫰🏻

estebanocon: he just passed out in the sim

yourusername: good 👍🏻

charles_leclerc: he'll come around at some point, but for right now i love you too much to care

yourusername: i love you too charlie x

charles_leclerc: i love you more

yourusername: NOT POSSIBLE

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charles_leclerc: two years strong, no pierre tantrum can stop that :P

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user26: this is my official countdown to another pierre meltdown.

pierregasly: TWO YEARS? TWO YEARS? 730 DAYS? I CAN'T BE BOTHERED/CAN'T DO ANY MORE MATHS THAN THAT?

charles_leclerc: bro is proving why we didn't tell him in real time

pierregasly: i will choke you

charles_leclerc: you can't kill enzo's dad and be an absent uncle?

pierregasly: I AM NOT AN ABSENT UNCLE WHERE ARE YOU?

yourusername: newsflash bozo we thought ahead and are at a super secret second location

pierregasly: are you at max's?

yourusername: yes.

pierregasly: i knew you were too lazy to leave the building

yourusername: but you don't have a key to his place 😤

user27: y/n is real for that

maxverstappen1: EVERYONE BEHOLD I AM ABOUT TO COMPLIMENT CHARLES: enzo is very well trained and good with the cats

charles_leclerc: why thank you max

maxverstappen1: he must get it from his mother

charles_leclerc: rude! i thought this was a compliment to me?

yourusername: if it is my trait, it's singularly mine god lord it hasn't been passed down to all the gasly kids

pierregasly: i can read that you know

yourusername: you can read? next you're going to tell me you're potty trained as well

pierregasly: that's it i'm calling mum again

charles_leclerc: btw she already knows about us - i got permission from your parents

pierregasly: SO EVERYONE KNEW

yukitsunoda0511: i didn't :(

pierregasly: you're not in the family yuki that's not a big surprise

yukitsunoda0511: that's not what you said the other day... :((((((

pierregasly: i can't win these days

user28: first the alpine tractor and now this, pierre can't catch a break

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pierregasly: i guess we're bffs for life now

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user32: balance has been restored to the force

user33: the way it only took some puppy dog eyes from both charles and enzo and the past three week civil war was forgiven

yourusername: thank god, you really aren't made to be a drama queen, keep it for the radio

pierregasly: you're just lucky you chose a guy i like

yourusername: you forced me to hang out with him my whole life, so really this is all your fault.

pierregasly: ????

yourusername: it's always a man's fault

pierregasly: i give up. you win. sure it was my fault

user34: y/n ain't never losing an argument i feel sorry for pierre and charles

charles_leclerc: she's never wrong 🫡

yourusername: this is how it should be ladies

charles_leclerc: how does it feel to be the third favourite to your parents now?

pierregasly: really? i can get the sock back out?

charles_leclerc: i'm sorry!!!

pierregasly: but you are right, y/n is the favourite

yourusername: baby is always the favourite

arthurleclerc: true

charles_leclerc: 🙄

pierregasly: 🙄

yourusername: are we done being dramatic now? can i come to races and can we go to dinner?

pierregasly: don't you dare wear red

yourusername: too late :P

pierregasly: excuse me

yourusername: i've always been wearing red in some way every race

charles_leclerc: i can confirm

pierregasly: EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW

fin.

note: finally back with my fave ever trope and the pics of little leo just gave me that burst of inspiration. leo is so cute and so is the ice cream, charles really coming for babygirl of the year

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lunaetiicsaystuff · 16 days

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Simon Riley! who isn't traditional in the gross way but in the he wants to protect you and make sure you don't feel like you have to provide for yourself, he wants to be a safety net, something to rely on

Simon Riley! Who made it a point to buy your dream house as soon as you were married,

Simon Riley! Who didn't expect houses to require so...much...work

"Baby! The water won't turn off?"

"The fuck you mean it won't turn off just-" Simon grumbled as he dropped the moving box and walked into the kitchen, grabbing the handle of the faucet and trying to pull it, only for it to come flying off. Leaving him dumbfounded and you a giggling disaster.

Simon Riley! Who likes handy man tasks as much as the next guy but the people at the store are beginning to know his name

Simon Riley! Who didn't have a dad to teach him some stuff like plumbing and whatnot so he calls Price

"Oi, Cap-"

"She came to her senses and ran away, yeah?"

"No...I need you to tell me ho' to turn off th' water."

Simon Riley! Who does know how much you love watching him do yard work but doesn't dwell because these godddamn weeds-

Simon Riley! Who loves nothing more than watching you paint the walls of the house, finds it like to be a scene of a movie and it would be a lie if the reality was much better than the cinema

Simon Riley! Who hates facebook because you would randomly send him across the city because you found an old China cabinet you thought would be perfect

Simon Riley! Who doesn't care how his buddies tease him about becoming a domestic civilian so soon, because he would happily fix a thousand houses if it meant a thousand more years with you

(Comments and feedback make my day! annnd yeah that's it <3 )

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lunaetiicsaystuff · 29 days

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appendix touch ✧ max verstappen

max verstappen x ferrari! fem! reader

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the beloved ferrari heiress just had her appendix removed, and now the whole world is convinced that she's going to start an epidemic

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yn_ferrari I understand that, without my agreement, my father has put out an instagram story this afternoon that makes it seem like I’m dying. This is true, I do feel like I’m dying. I’m having my appendix removed.

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maxverstappen1 Will get that win for you 💙

↳ yn_ferrari no, thanks ❤️

↳ papaferrari Please let Carlos/Charles win for Y/N’s faster recovery 😊

username SHE’S SO UNSERIOUS 😭

oscarpiastri 🤨

↳ yn_ferrari poet of the century

alex_albon Been there, done that

↳ yn_ferrari teach me your ways, master

username THANK GOD IT’S JUST AN APPENDIX

username get well soon mother

carlossainz55 Get well soon, mi hermana 😂

↳ yn_ferrari soy lago

↳ landonorris stop copying me 😒

charles_leclerc Fake 🤭

↳ yn_ferrari i’ll pinch your appendix with my bare hands so you’d know how it feels

↳ alexandrasaintmleux 😨

↳ yn_ferrari look away, my love 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩

scuderiaferrari Get well soon, Boss ❤️

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scuderiaferrari Patient 0, Patient 1, and Charles 😄 The gang is finally back in a land down under 🦘

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username Y/N YOU BETTER STAY AWAY FROM CHARLES 😭

papaferrari My children 🧒🧒🧒

username favorite trio ever

username the fact that we won't be seeing them together again next year 😞

yn_ferrari admin... what's with the caption? 🙂

↳ scuderiaferrari Hi boss, please don't fire me

charles_leclerc I'm a survivor ❤️‍🩹

↳ yn_ferrari you're next 👹

↳ papaferrari Don't say that kind of thing, I can't have all of my children go through the same surgery three weeks in a row

↳ charles_leclerc 🤪🤪🤪 yn_ferrari

↳ carlossainz55 We'll try again next time yn_ferrari

username she's got that appendix touch, because every appendix that she touches starts to burst 🤷‍♀️

↳ yn_ferrari HELP 💀

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yn_ferrari beyond proud of what you guys achieved today, words can't describe how i feel! and no, contrary to popular belief i had nothing to do with max's dnf 😮‍💨

ps. someone said i've got the appendix touch, soo... if you're interested just hit me up

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maxverstappen1 🙍‍♂️

maxverstappen1 Enjoy it while it lasts, Schat 😑

↳ yn_ferrari I will 😽

redbullracing You're temporarily banned from our garage🙏

↳ yn_ferrari I DIDNT DO ANYTHING?!

↳ redbullracing A source spotted you touching the rear wing of Max's car 💔

↳ yn_ferrari THAT'S A LIE.... scuderiaferrari STEP UP?

↳ scuderiaferrari Sorry, we're too focused on celebrating P1 and P2

↳ mercedesamgf1 Wow, can't relate scuderiaferrari

username why is there a video of you running down the pitlane after race, pls explain 😭

↳ yn_ferrari i was watching the race with max at red bull’s hospitality 🏃‍♀️💨

carlossainz55 Us 1 - Appendicitis 0 🍾

↳ yn_ferrari yes sir 🫡

charles_leclerc Can I have my appendix removed too? papaferrari

↳ papaferrari No

landonorris Do mine next, I need to win

alex_albon Can I have my appendix removed again?

↳ yn_ferrari control your man lilymhe 😭

↳ lilymhe bffr 🤬

username FORZA FERRARI SIEMPRE

↳ yn_ferrari rrrAAAGHHHH 🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎🐎

scuderiaferrari We're so happy, our appendix literally burst 🥹

↳ username new merch idea?

↳ scuderiaferrari Noted 📝

papaferrari Dinner on me tonight 😎 carlossainz55 charles_leclerc

↳ charles_leclerc Finally

↳ carlossainz55 On my way!

↳ maxverstappen1 Can I come too?

↳ papaferrari I guess so, Y/N would be mad if I didn't invite you

↳ charles_leclerc Max got a pity invite 🤭

↳ yn_ferrari KEEP MY BOYFRIEND'S NAME OUT OF YOUR F-ING MOUTH

↳ lewishamilton Can i come? 🤔

↳ carlossainz55 My wound is still fresh...

↳ yn_ferrari LET HIM HAVE THIS ONE, SIR. WE'LL SEE YOU NEXT YEAR 🤗

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lunaetiicsaystuff · 2 months

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the interaction is now unlocked from both pov's

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lunaetiicsaystuff · 2 months

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summary; there's little time between fast cars and spaceships, but you make it work

pairing; lando norris x fem! star wars actress! reader [ no faceclaim ]

a/n; daddy's home (im back from war)

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mclaren What's broken?

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lonelyboba hopefully not lando and y/n lmao

bellanorris TOO SOON gonestappen wait it's confirmed?

maxverstappen1 It's okay, I don't have space for new trophies anyway 🤭

landonorris fucking show off

tatooinerat WHERE IS MOTHER SHE DISAPPEARED MID WAY THOUGH THE RACE

patiencesainz this is what the dark ages must've felt like

tyrescreamer CONGRATS ON P2!! 🥳

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alphataurif1 We're so back!!

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danielricciardo Things I ate and survived:

dutch_anthem_enjoyer alphatauri admin is in their own galaxy far far away rn

codelh44 what do you expect them to do??? this is none of their business buttonesck girlllll spill what business charlielecunt IT'S ALL OVER TWITTER pierreleftsock THE LANDO THING?

scuderiayummy return of the king!!

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ahsokaofficial A month until the fun begins

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cadbanemvp so are y'all cutting his cameo out orrrrr

schumicker WELP.

troubletauri when im at the spread misinformation and jump to conclusion competition but my opponents are y/nlando stans

starinz FR all we have is a picture of lando crying AFTER HE GOT P2 like be serious

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smells like team spirit part2

Pairing; Jock!Roommate!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem reader

Summary; The rest of the 141 make their appearances, Simon mulls over how his friendship with you has progressed and unfortunately makes an announcement.

Warnings; 18+, everything on my blog is 18+ though this chapter has no explicit sexual content, just some strong language and a few inappropriate comments/thoughts!!

(a/n) chapter 2!! hope y'all like it! i don't have a schedule for posting, but let me know if you guys want a taglist or something!

Word count; 3.6k

“Look-fine fine okay I have a damn girlfriend so can you all just fucking lay off already?!”

Price, Soap and Gaz all jerk in surprise before freezing, speechless.

Soap dribbles a bit of beer onto the table, and the temporary spell is broken.

“Well done lad it’s been long enough-”

“Do we know her? I bet it’s that girl from the Starbucks-”

“Well why haven’t we fucking met her? Bring her to a game or-”

Simon puts his head in his hands, wondering what the hell he’s just done.

That morning

The past five months or so have been…nice.

You and he aren’t close, not really, but it’s nice having another person in his apartment he was right about that.

You’ve settled into a kind of routine, and it works well for both of you. Sometimes you see each other in the morning as you grab food or drinks from the kitchen and then you’re usually on your way to class or the library, you come back after your lectures and he’s leaving for lacrosse training or a game, he gets back and you’re going to your room or doing work.

Simon sits at the breakfast bar in the kitchen as he watches you grab your lunch for that day from the fridge, phone poised in front of him to pretend he’s doing something else. Sometimes, like now, he kind of wishes your routines aligned a little more. It’s nice having someone else here, but occasionally (often, all of the time) he wishes that you were comfortable enough to sit with him and have a movie night or something, to text him and ask if he wants to get some takeout for that evening, anything like that.

He has friends don’t get him wrong, they’re just all guys from the lacrosse team. A few other acquaintances from his other classes that he’ll go for nights out with or whatever, but you and he are still just as politely friendly as you were when you moved in. Comfortable enough to say hi and ask about your afternoon, to ask what classes you have today, but not enough to ask if you want to watch the new episode of a show in the evening.

Simon looks down as you stuff your things into a bag, frowning at his lap.

It’s not a crush. It’s simply a…longing for friendship, that’s it. It doesn’t cause him too many problems, and no one else knows about it, but he just-he wants more. A little more.

He wants to be able to text you and ask if you want your favourite from the restaurant down the road, he wants to know what all your favourites are. He knows which drink you prefer from the on campus Starbucks because you had a brief conversation about it one time, but other than that? Not much.

He’s looked at all the books you have on the shelf in the living room and tried to decipher you, wondered what they all said about your personality. He’s seen all your food in the fridge and remembers that you always have pizza on a Friday night, he saw you come into the apartment one time on the phone as you laughed and smiled at a bouquet of flowers you were holding.

Against his will, his stomach had bottomed out at the thought of you having been on a date and been bought flowers by someone.

He keeps telling himself he’s just biding his time, he’s waiting for the right moment to get to know you better. There will be a perfect moment, he’s sure of it, one day it will be exactly the right time to ask if you want to get some food maybe, to ask if you want to go to a movie or a show or maybe one of his games-it would start a little rocky, both of you a little nervous but then he’d make you laugh somehow and the conversation would flow from there, the evening ending in both of you admitting you’d been wanting to get closer for a while now.

Simon blinks, trying to push down all of that. It turns out the flowers had been from your family, a congratulations for doing well or getting a good grade or something or other in your uni work, but he’d still felt empty and morose about the whole thing. Telling himself he’s biding is time is fine until it’s shoved in his face that he’s really just being a bit of a coward, hiding from his crush on you and pretending it doesn’t exist.

“You say you have a game today?”

His head jerks up, broken out of his melancholy trance at your voice.

“Yeah-yeah against Marjon, it’s a home game so it’ll probably be drinks afterwards with the guys as well,” Simon replies and smiles wryly at you, “Don’t worry I won’t be stumbling in drunk at four in the morning you have my word.”

He gets a chuckle from you in response and his body lights up, heart rate going up a notch even as he tries to ignore the reaction. You grab your bag and your drink from the counter, shoving your phone and your keys into a pocket as you turn toward the front door.

“Well, good luck-even though they don’t stand a chance-bye!”

Simon smiles at the door as it swings shut behind you, something warm fluttering in his chest.

A few seconds later he shakes his head, looking back down at his phone as it buzzes with a barrage of texts from Soap to the team group chat.

Soap: YOU FUCKERS READY???????

Soap: SI GET OFF YOUR ARSE AND GET TO TRAINING

Soap: GAZ GET OUT OF BED

Soap: CAP PUT ON A SMILE I’LL BEHAVE TODAY

Soap: ;))))

Soap: LETS GUT THESE FUCKERS

It’s not even that serious a game, there aren’t really any huge stakes-and Simon knows for a fact that Soap regularly talks to two of the players on the Marjon team no matter how much he calls them bastards.

He gets up nonetheless, sliding his phone into his pocket as it buzzes a few more times. No doubt Gaz insisting he’s been out of bed for hours-though they all know that’s a lie-and Price telling Soap to please, PLEASEnot call the opposing team bastards and cunts to their faces like he did at their last game. That black eye was not worth it.

Simon goes about his normal routine, showering and grabbing all his stuff before making his bed and wandering back out of his room. There’s a book lying open, page down on the table next to the sofa. He pauses and picks it up, looking for the bookmark he knows you must have left somewhere.

It’s hidden under another book, and he slots it in between the pages before closing it and placing it with the small pile you have going.

Soap is running laps hell for leather around the pitch when he arrives, Gaz is napping on a bench and Price is watching Soap tiredly with a coffee in hand.

He ambles over to his captain, dropping his bag on the floor and watching Soap start zig zagging instead.

“Little fucker hasn’t stopped for twenty minutes-we haven’t even lost to Marjon in three years and the team is better than ever with you lot.” Price sighs, downing the last of his coffee and chucking the cup in the bin next to him. It clangs and jerks Gaz awake, who rolls off of the bench and curls up on the floor instead.

“You know what he’s like though, I don’t think I’ve ever seen him tired unless he’s drunk his way through four pubs and done a lap dance for some poor guy in a bar,” Simon chuckles in response. He glances at Price, taking in the guarded expression underneath the caffeinated tiredness. “Have you-did they figure out the table? We know who we’re playing this year?” The words come out with a very noticeable forced nonchalance, and he winces at the fact that Price will be able to see through him in seconds.

As expected, the captain sends a scornful look his way and then sighs.

“I’m getting it tomorrow, but I think know who we’re playin’ anyway, don’t you?” Price crosses his arms and looks down, kicking the tip of his shoe into the astroturf lightly. He curses under his breath. “I know it’s gonna be him, it has to be.”

Graves.

Simon doesn’t know much about him or his team, just vague rumours about a match Price played against him a couple of years ago, that Price wasn’t team captain the year after, and one of their players dropped out of uni shortly afterward. He scrutinises his captain for a moment, wondering if he’ll ever find out. Him and Price are close, have become the closest from the team by far and Simon knows they’ll be in contact long after they’re done with their lacrosse days, but there’s things like this that he doubts he’ll ever know.

Price shoots him a tired smile and claps him on the back before walking over to where Konig is practising.

Simon watches Soap for a few more minutes before heading into the locker rooms to get changed, methodically donning his gear and ambling back out to see Gaz finally up and about, lobbing a ball back and forth with Soap as Price shows Konig something. He makes his way over to the first two, picking up on snippets of their conversation of he gets closer.

“Nah she wasn’t-”

“She was I already fuckin’ told you she was-”

“Johnny she was NOT into you she was staring at me the entire time-”

“Yeah you wish she was-can’t admit she just wanted to get a load of this-” Soap is cut off as a ball hits him in the stomach, leaving him wheezing.

The conversation makes Simon grit his teeth, psyching himself up for what he knows without a doubt is about to come.

Gaz begins first, probably because Soap looks like he’s trying not to retch on the astro turf.

“You see anyone at the pub on the weekend Ghost? Cmon you must have had your eye on someone?” Gaz waggles his eyebrows at the end before shooting a look at Soap, who grins and straightens up. He only looks a little green.

“After all, need someone to teach you about the birds and the bees-”

Simon groans, pulling his gloves on and grabbing his stick, “Here we fuckin’ go…”

Soap hooks his arm around Gaz’s shoulders, holding his free hand up placatingly. “Look mate we’re just trynna help, none of us want you to die a virgin. You just gotta put yourself out there-some lucky lass is gonna think those broad shoulders and that rugged scar are handsome and you’ll be grand! Just gotta make a wee bit of effort mate!” He raises his arms victoriously even as Simon furrows his brow and looks down, avoiding his teammates eyes.

“I’m not a…” He mutters, before shaking his head and looking back up. “It’s not-look can we just fuckin’ practice? Don’t forget you ended up on your ass yesterday because you were too busy showing off to see me coming straight for you-” Simon brusquely responds, raising his voice so the other teammates hear him. It works, a few bursts of laughter reach him as they evidently remember how Soap went flying after Simon came for him the day before.

They train for a couple of hours, during which Simon takes great pleasure in hitting Soap in the back with a ball, Gaz on the stomach and Price on his thigh-which earns a seething look from his captain. The practice also helps take his mind off of his far too intimate thoughts this morning, and the mocking from his teammates. Before long he’s worked up a sweat, jogging around the pitch and checking on Soap and Gaz-they might have all three joined the team this year but Simon has been doing lacrosse for two years before this, and pretty quickly worked his way to vice captain under Price.

As they finish, said captain jogs over to him as they make their way to the locker room. They walk in silence for a few moments, and Simon waits for the inevitable comments that are to come. It only takes another few seconds.

“Yknow son,” Price has called him ‘son’ since they met, even though he’s only a year older, “it wouldn’t hurt to find someone you like. Not just so you get laid or whatever else the lads keep talking about, but I’d like to-well, it’d be nice to see you happy with someone.” He’s quiet for another couple of seconds, and Simon keeps his gaze forward, fiddling with his gloves for no reason. “No that you can’t be happy without a partner or someone to lean on but-I don’t know, I think it would be good for you. You just-” The captain sighs and stops walking.

Simon stop a pace or so in front of him and turns around with a bored expression on his face, wishing this conversation would just be over.

Price stares at him, his gaze soft and making Simon feel like he can see anything he wants.

“You just seem like you have a chip on your shoulder sometimes, lad. I’m not saying a girlfriend-or boyfriend or whatever-would ‘fix’ anything, but it-I think it would be good for you. I only ever see you train, talk to us and drink with us. Like you’re just going through the motions. You don’t even mention your family to us-not that you have to, but…someone to lean on might be a nice change.”

Simon blinks at him, opening his mouth before closing it again. Price has joined in on the jokes before, ragged on him until Simon has snapped and and bellowed at them all to shut up, but this is the most…emotional way he’s ever said it. Like he truly cares about this, like he really wants Simon to find someone, like he wants him to be happy and comfortable with someone who cares about him. It’s odd, and Simon doesn’t know how to respond.

Unsurprisingly, they win the game.

And unsurprisingly it leads to drinks afterwards at a pub near the university buildings, crammed full of the team and students who came to watch them. Simon has no doubt they enjoyed watching the game, but is under no impression they’re here to celebrate the win-it’s a chance to drink themselves unconscious and that’s enough for them.

There’s empty pint glasses littering the table a bunch of them are crammed onto already, and they’re all clutching sloshing glasses as guys yell and laugh around him.

He winces as Gaz begins bellowing in his ear, “Think we all deserve another pint for that last shot don’t we? Who’s buying?” Simon decides not to mention that the last two pints were bought in name of ‘that last shot’ as well, and debates if Gaz can even remember how this infamous shot went as he almost falls off of his chair.

Price raises a hand and dutifully stands from the table, stifling a belch as he makes his way to the bar on the other side of the room. Nights like these after a game are the only times Simon ever sees Price let loose a bit, sees him relax and let his guard down around them a bit more.

He can say all he wants about Simon and the chip on his shoulder, about having someone other than his teammates and all, but he never sees the captain with anyone either. He’s seen girls come up and flirt with him, captain of the lacrosse team, handsome, a wealth that he doesn’t brag about and a friendly demeanour-but he never goes home with anyone. Simon dismisses these thoughts quickly as the man in question dumps a tray of pints onto the table, which is promptly descended on by the rest of the team.

The next few hours pass entertainingly, complete with a darts game that ends with a dart in Rudy’s shoulder, courtesy of Soap, Gaz trying to stand on the bar before he falls off and rips his trousers on the way down-and Alejandro trying to make his way to the other side of the room to hit on a girl before falling and landing flat on his face.

By the end of it Simon is the only remotely sober one-who will most likely be sorting out taxis and making sure everyone arrives home alive and well.

Things start to wind down a bit, with the woman behind the bar kicking out some of the more rowdy students and leaving the other non-university patrons, Simon, Price, Soap, Gaz and Alejandro-though he’s asleep in a chair. A little while later the others begin to sober up slightly, slowing their drinking and talking quietly, giggling at the smallest things and falling over each other a little bit. Simon drains the last of his pint and sets it down, looking up to see Soap’s eyes big and round as he stares at him, evidently pleading for something.

“Say G-Ghost-you wouldn’t-ah fuck-wouldn’t wanna go and get the next-next round eh?” He hiccups through the sentence, swaying a little side to side even though he’s sat down.

Simon sighs, knowing Soap won’t relent. “Yeah yeah I’ll go-keep your knickers on-”

Soap sing-songs in response, “No promises!” And Gaz dissolves into a fit of giggles at it, fanning himself at the apparently hilarious joke.

The woman behind the bar looks wary as he approaches, no doubt assuming he’s pissed out his tree like the rest of the team. He only orders half pints this time, hoping everyone will still be conscious by the time they want to leave. A quick glance back to check everyone is upright as the woman pours his pints shows Soap, Price and Gaz all huddled together around the table and whispering furtively. Oh boy. That can’t be good.

As Simon loads up Apple Pay, Gaz glances over to him. Definitely not good at all.

He counts to ten slowly as he brings the drinks back to their table, trying to prepare himself for whatever is about to happen.

Price squints at him.

“Got your eye on anyone tonight?”

Simon groans and takes a swig of his pint. “Tell me you’re not all on about this fucking shit again-tell me you’re not.”

They all look either away or at the table, and he sighs, setting his drink down to lean back and cross his arms. “Unbelievable. Do you fuckers have nothing else to do? At this rate you’ll be so busy trying to pry into my relationships that you lot won’t have time for your own-”

Soap perks up at that. “Relationships? A relationship? You’ve got someone? Si are you telling me you’ve found someone?!”

The man in question stutters, fingers spasming where they’re trapped against his side as he tries to get a hold of the situation.

“No-no that’s not-I mean like-in theory or-I didn’t mean-”

His breathing picks up, suddenly unsure what he’s got himself into. It was bad enough when they ragged on him nonstop but this might actually turn out to be worse.

Gaz clutches his arm, eyes wide as he stares up and starts rambling, “But you said-you just-you were just saying to us-Ghost! Ghost you literally just said! You’re with someone?! Oh that’s fucking brilliant! Guys! More drinks we-we should like-let’s celebrate! Let’s do SHOTS-boys gonna get laid!”

Simon ignores the image of you that flashes through his mind and splutters into his pint, setting it down clumsily onto the table and trying to untangle Gaz from his arm. Price sits opposite with his arms crossed and mouth hanging open as he watches Simon, Soap has his chin propped on his hand with a dreamy expression and Gaz is practically vibrating in his seat.

“No no I didn’t-that’s not what I don’t-I’m not-Gaz no no no you can’t-” He mumbles in response, attempting to figure out how to get out of this. They’re all so far gone none of them will listen properly anymore.

Gaz turns to him and furrows his brow, making Simon watch him nervously for whatever he’s about to say.

“You-you don’t want us to know? Don’t you wanna to tell us about your life? Aren’t we-Ghost we’re a teaaaaam!” He sounds whiny at the end, dragging the word out until Simon pokes him in the arm to get him to stop.

Soap seems to have latched on as well, suddenly looking forlornly at him. Price’s head falls back as he nods off in his chair so at least Simon doesn’t have to worry about him-until Gaz leans over and slaps his bicep to wake him up. Somehow he also seems to get the gist and watches Simon with a disappointed look on his face, and he snaps.

“Look-fine fine okay I have a damn girlfriend so can you all just fucking lay off already?!”

Price, Soap and Gaz all jerk in surprise before freezing, speechless.

Soap dribbles a bit of beer onto the table, and the temporary spell is broken.

“Well done lad it’s been long enough-”

“Do we know her? I bet it’s that girl from the Starbucks-”

“Well why haven’t we fucking met her? Bring her to a game or-”

Simon puts his head in his hands, wondering what the hell he’s just done.

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smells like team spirit part1

Pairing; Jock!Roommate!Simon 'Ghost' Riley x fem reader

Summary; Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley. Rich. Handsome. Star lacrosse player for his university. Pretending you, his roommate, is his girlfriend so his teammates stop taking the piss out of him for never being in a relationship-wait what?

Warnings; 18+, everything on my blog is 18+, however this chapter only has some strong language and some slightly inappropriate thoughts!

(a/n) y'all!!! v v proud of this, i know quite a few of you have already read this on ao3 but since i have set plan for it/the number of chapters, i'll be posting here as well!!!

Word count; 3.8k

Ah, university.

The time to explore your twenties, to meet likeminded people, drink until your body can’t take it, experiment with drugs, lie to your parents about how many lectures you attend and generally have the time of your life.

The dorm halls were packed with students forgetting about their luggage so they could go out as soon as possible, guys already reeking of cheap alcohol and Simon battled his past his fair share of drunken crying students outside pubs on his way to his apartment building. So yes, uni is the time where you’re supposed to live it up and experiment, to have a raucous time and pretty much go wild, a mantra that runs through Simon’s head as he stands in his silent apartment, miles away from the nearest student accommodation.

It’s…peaceful, he supposes.

He won’t have to worry about the nightmare roommates he always hears about, about people he doesn’t know stealing his food or annoying the landlord, shagging so loud they keep him awake or not respecting his privacy. He’ll be peaceful, yeah, it’ll be nice.

It’s nice for about three hours.

Simon unpacks his suitcases, puts his things haphazardly into the cupboards and his closet, browses the streaming services and has a shower. And then he sits on the sofa and stares at the wall.

He’d opened a window earlier and voices float up to it, on whichever stupidly high floor his dad chose this apartment on. They sound quite drunk like most other people he’s seen tonight, about a week into the beginning of the term and everywhere brimming with freshers. He keeps forgetting he’s a fresher, to be honest. Being a few years older seems to have that effect, he doesn’t feel like the baby faced eighteen year olds that can finally drink legally and feel the need to get blackout drunk at every opportunity. He’s been there, done that and had the embarrassing hungover regretful mornings to prove it.

Getting into lacrosse helped, gave him a reason to stop drinking into oblivion, to get up earlier in the mornings and actually take care of his body-and it got him where he is now, into uni, so that’s a plus.

He looks out of the window and down at the bumbling group of freshers walking past his building, one on the verge of falling into the road. One of them screams happily and he winces, closing the window and turning back to his empty apartment.

Peaceful yes, but, well, too peaceful.

It’s depressingly silent, empty and lonely. Not really what he wants his new life at uni to be like.

It’s too sleek and shiny as well, modern all black and white and grey everywhere. The sofa isn’t comfortable it’s stiff and too low, the coffee table is glass and already smudged from the one thing he put down earlier, the appliances in the kitchen are all silver and black, the counters white and the floors so shiny they’re slippery. It’s so…desolate. Devoid of any personality and character, more like a showroom than somewhere he’s actually meant to live.

Simon sinks back onto the couch and listens vaguely to doors slamming in his building. He can hear the muffled sounds of friends and partners walking up the stairs outside his door and stares at the wall again. Eventually the stairwell and hallways fall silent and he’s still sat there, also in silence.

He takes a long look at the closed door of the second bedroom that he hasn’t touched, huffs, and gets up to grab some paper.

We sincerely apologise for the delay in your admission paperwork, do let us know if we can assist you in any way from this point forward. Below is a list of the accommodation options our students can choose from, we hope you find something suitable-

A list is all well and good if any of those accommodation options actually have any damn room. Which they do not.

It’s lovely getting into your first choice uni, an absolute dream that many people do not achieve-and on a scholarship as well, but it certainly becomes less of a dream when you’re not told they have admitted you for two months after they should have so you have to find accommodation. And now you have to make the commute to uni almost every day because there’s nowhere to live, unsurprisingly.

It’s been a bit of whirlwind for you, from dealing with an apparent rejection from your top choice, to accepting you’ll be going to your second choice, to the struggle for finding accommodation, to suddenly finding out that you have actually been admitted to your top choice, making the whiplash choice to attend even though you don’t have accommodation and then fully realising the weight of what that means after you did your commute the first time.

It’s been about a week, and it has not gotten better. Worse, actually, if you think about the old guy who flashed you on the train yesterday morning.

You remind yourself that it’s worth it though, as you walk into the university building, work clutched under your arm and hopes high. You got a scholarship after all, you can do this.

You’re good enough to be here, to deserve a place here-so you most certainly aren’t going to waste it. Now to just remind yourself of that when you get back home and it’s already dark.

The hours between your lectures aren’t too much fun either, when you just have to hang around campus because you don’t have anywhere to go apart from the communal spaces that are already teeming with students and annoyingly loud groups of technically teenagers who forget these spaces are actually for doing work.

It only took your second day of sitting in this bustling space while you tried to focus on your work to realise that maybe a job might help, so each day your first action has been to check the noticeboard for any postings.

And there’s been fuckall.

Well, that’s not quite true-there was a listing for a barista in a local coffee shop just around the corner, but when you went in to ask some more about it the manager had told you the pay rate (less than the legal minimum wage), the hours (more than your uni classes and workload put together) and then a fight had broken out between two employees behind the counter.

You’d declined the ‘informal chat’ he had offered to see if you might be a good fit.

Today there’s a few new flyers, one for a local church group, one for a non profit volunteer group cleaning the streets and one for a political candidate for something or other. That one is…decorated, let’s say, quite heavily.

In the corner of the board there’s a small new one as well, less a flyer and more a ripped piece of tatty paper, ink smudged a little and pinned haphazardly to the cork.

In need of a roommate, bedroom 22 square meters plus en suite, full access to living room and kitchen, both rooms only shared with one other person-rent negotiable, text if you’re interested:

The number underneath makes you pause, wondering how many dick pics they’ve gotten.

Putting your number out there, no indication of your gender or anything? Surefire way to get something dodgy.

As you stare at the advert, you can’t deny it looks a little dodgy itself. No personal details, not even phrased in a particularly polite or friendly way, and it seems, unfortunately, far too good to be true.

Twenty two square meters plus an en suite. That’s far better than anything you looked at months ago when you first applied to uni if you’re being honest, and only having one roommate seems like heaven on earth.

But it’s dodgy. Too dodgy. Right?

You shouldn’t. Definitely not. It could be some sort of creep waiting to lure you into a basement. It could be a psycho or just the worst roommate on the planet.

But.

Twenty two entire square meters. Ensuite. Living room and kitchen with only one other person. Rent negotiable.

Craning your neck to see the place you were planning to sit, you sigh as your bag gets moved clumsily from the table to a chair vaguely near it so a group of seven can cram onto it.

Turning back to the scruffy bit of paper, you pull out your phone. Nothing to lose, really.

Hey, I saw your ad for an available bedroom, rent negotiable? I’d love to chat about it or take a look if it’s still going, please let me know if it is or not! Thank you :)

Well, that’s a nice change from the two dick pics he woke up to this morning.

One was actually someone holding a beer bottle next to their dick, and he knows that brand. It’s a little impressive to be honest, those bottles aren’t small.

He’d blocked them though, and pretty quickly given up hope that his little advert would attract the right kind of attention, so this is a nice surprise. He really doesn’t even need this to be honest, that’s why he said the rent was negotiable. Money isn’t the issue, but he doesn’t think he can deal with the eery emptiness and coldness of this apartment.

Another look around the echoey, impractical place is enough for him to open the text and start typing, inviting you to come over this afternoon and have a look and sending you the address.

It’s only a few minutes before the time he gave you when he realises it might not have been his wisest idea, inviting a complete stranger over to his place with no one else present. Not his best decision to be honest, but you’ll be here in a second so he doesn’t have long to think about it.

There’s a knock on his door just as he debates this, so not even as long as he thinks apparently.

Slightly more nervous than he was last night when he put the advert up and when he texted you, Simon wrings his hands as he gets up to open the door. He peers through the peephole just before he turns the handle, jolting in surprise for a second at you.

You’re not quite what he thought-more, well, female, to be honest. He doesn’t exactly know why but he wasn’t expecting a woman really, he supposes as he moves to open the door that he kind of just thought guys were more likely to have forgotten about or been lazy with their accommodation. Time to unpack that little bit of minor sexism later on probably.

You smile politely when he opens the door, and his eyes are too busy trailing over you to notice the way you glance at his broad frame before looking back at his face.

When he looks back up to your face, he can see the curiosity in your eyes as you take in the scar. It’s something he tries not to think about, the long pinkish jagged line that stretches over one side of his face. It cuts through his eyebrow and over his cheek, leaving a dent in his upper lip where it ends. Your gaze only lingers for a split second before flicking back up to his eyes though, and he tries to put it out of his mind.

“Uh-hi-is this-this is the apartment with the ad right? I’m at the right place?” His eyes snap back to yours after drifting down a little and your voice is sweet and polite, wavering a little as you glance behind him into the apartment a little.

He stumbles back a step or two, widening the door and waving you over the threshold, noting the way you also wring your hands nervously. Maybe not the only one anxious about being here alone. A wave of your perfume floats up to him as you walk past and he stares at the wall blankly, mind going quiet for a couple of seconds at how enticing the scent is. It’s not incredibly strong, not very artificial either-more like your perfume has worn off during the day and now a few notes of it are mingling with your natural scent. It’s delicious, subtle and soft and enticing and his head turns to catch more of it and-no, no, he can’t be thinking like that when you’ve only just walked into the apartment.

Get a grip-

“Yes yeah this is the place-” Simon talks as he shuts the door and leads you further down the hall, indicating the kitchen on his left and living room in front. “You’re the first person who’s shown any serious interest so it’s still available, this is the kitchen and I mean, pretty standard-it’s got all the appliances you’d need I think. Coffee machine in the corner there, microwave is above the toaster, the hob has four rings so if you’re one of those people we can have two rings each or whatever,” he says as he waves his hand generically at the room.

A quick glance at you shows him your wide eyed expression, hands in your pockets and staring at him.

He coughs awkwardly.

“That’s-I mean that’s if you were to take the room and..move in, yknow, if you wanted to after I show you everything-everywhere-you don’t have to of course, but-yeah just-if you…wanted to…” Simon trails off lamely, cheeks beginning to flush a little as you furrow your brows at his anxious tirade. One person interested in this room and he’s about to scare them off. Great.

He stares at you for a second, seeing if you’ll respond, but when you don’t he turns and walks to the living room, pressing his lips together and cursing himself.

“This is the living room-obviously-if you were to take the room you could decorate and do whatever, I have no preferences. If you wanted to do anything huge or add something big or weird or whatever then ask me about it obviously, but I don’t know like if you wanted to put books on the shelves or vases or anything-”

“It is a little…bland, I have to admit. Very monochrome,” you say, almost nervously, and he looks back at you in surprise at your voice. The second thing you say and you’re agreeing with him about how shitty the room is? Brilliant.

It seems the happy surprise on his face doesn’t translate properly and your eyes get even wider, hands coming up placatingly as you ramble on, “Not-not that monochrome is bad it can be nice-it IS nice I just-what I meant was I tend to have quite colourful stuff I decorate my walls a lot and-it’s nice the room is good! I only-”

“The room is shit.” Simon says, interrupting you flatly and enjoying the small smile that overtakes your features instead of the panic that was there before.

“It’s not the greatest thing I’ve ever seen, I’ll admit. Sorry to trash your apartment it is lovely it’s just-well, yeah it’s like entirely black and white.”

He turns to look at the room, trying to spot any kind of colour. He doesn’t.

Lips curving up, he looks back at you, already feeling warm at the small glimmer of friendship sparking at the expense of his shitty apartment. A rich persons shitty, the kind of shitty only money can buy because it was top of the range and they thought it meant good.

“You can decorate however you want, don’t worry-if you wanted to add some, or a fuckton of colour I would be pretty happy about it. Like I said if you were gonna do something crazy like a-a mural of dicks on the wall or-”

“A mural of dicks?!?” Your voice is incredulous, hands frozen in midair where you pulled them from your pockets.

“Yes don’t do that,” Simon pushes down the little bubble of pride that wells up in him at your laugh, “-but like you can paint or put posters up or replace this fucking uncomfortable sofa or whatever if you decide to stay-”

You chuckle again at him and he fights the response his body seems to be having to it, turning to lead you to the bedroom you’ll be-MIGHT be staying in.

“And this would be your room. As I said on the ad, about 22 square meters, en suite through the door over there, obviously you can see you’ve got a bed, mattress, wardrobe and bedside table but you can get rid of or bring whatever you like. You’re welcome to put up shelves and stuff if you want as well, probably run it by me just in case but I’m sure it’ll all be fine.”

He looks around the room as he speaks, and is surprised to see your eyes are on him when he turns around. You look slightly confused, like you’re trying to work something out.

“Do you like…own this place, or something?”

His polite smile falters a little at your question, mind flipping through the memories of how he got this apartment.

“I-sort of, my dad does really, but I-he doesn’t care about what I do with it much so yeah you can do what you want really, put up whatever-” Simon waves his hand vaguely at the room again, unsure what to say next and mostly just hoping you get the hint.

An expression crosses your face that he can’t quite decipher, but you quickly cover it up and walk into the room, looking around at the space.

He watches you carefully, trying to figure out if he could live with you all year. Maybe you would steal his food, maybe you would bring guys and girls back and bang so loud he doesn’t sleep all night. Maybe you'll walk around nude all the time and tell him you’re just a free spirit as he tries to keep his eyes above tit-level.

That thought jolts him a little, and he realising his eyes have been slowly trailing down your body as you wander toward the en suite at the back of the room. Okay, maybe there would be different issues if you moved in. Could he live with you all year and see you in any skimpy pyjamas you might own, see you in a towel when you’re fresh out of the shower, have to sit there while you bring over partners you might have, see you in the mornings rubbing sleep from your eyes and looking like you just wandered out of bed?

Simon clears his throat and averts his eyes, cursing the fact he’s never lived with a girl before. His lack of relationships has never been more apparent, he thinks bitterly.

Belatedly he realises you’re talking to him from inside the bathroom and he takes a few steps into the room, coughing and asking you to repeat it.

“So-dare I ask what you meant by rent ‘negotiable’?”

His heart picks up it’s pace for a second, body suddenly a little warm at the fact you sound like you might actually be properly interested, like you’re really debating it, like sooner rather than later he might actually be living with you.

He shrugs even though you can’t see him. “As I said this place is kind of my dad’s, so money isn’t a huge issue, but it’s, well, it’s too big for me.” Simon ducks his head and scratches the back of his neck as his cheeks start going pink, mind racing as he tries to figure out how to make that sound…not pathetic. “And-and I mean it seems a little selfish to keep it to myself when people are looking for accommodation right? So it’s-yeah it’s negotiable it’s not like I’d have to charge anything too steep there’s no point, if you want to take it I can figure it out and let you know?”

His eyes dart to yours sheepishly, almost like he’s looking for confirmation that it’s the right answer to your question.

The expression on your face is inscrutable, he can’t tell what you’re thinking and shifts to lean against the door frame restlessly.

“Better figure it out soon then, if you’ll have me I’ll take it. How soon can I move in?”

A grin breaks out across his face before he can tamper it down, body relaxing and a rush of breath escaping him in relief.

You end up moving in over the next few days, with Simon peering out the window at a truck where a guy helps you move a few suitcase out of the back of it. Before he registers it he’s bounding down the stairs and trying not to trip over his own feet in his haste to get there, taking a gulping breath and watching your amused expression as he offers you help with your stuff.

It’s nice, getting to know you a little bit. He helps bring your stuff up and then unpack a few things after asking if you need anything, and he learns about the mishap with your admission. A scholarship student, like him, you’ve brought more books for this term than he thinks he’ll read in the next two years, you took a couple of years out as well, and according to your schedules you’ll hardly run into each other anyway.

In return he tells you about his lacrosse, that he spent the last few years training and bettering his skills at the sport, and he got in on a scholarship as well for it. He assures you there won’t be any sweaty sports kit lying around in the communal spaces or where it would disturb you, and he has to press his lips together when you laugh in response.

He helps you shove your empty suitcases onto the top of your wardrobe, thanking god he’s taller than you and then trying to ignore how happy he is about it, before he pauses in your doorway to remind you that anything you need, any questions about the apartment or anything-he’s right next door.

Simon lays in bed that night as he listens to you rustling around next door, no doubt situating yourself and putting everything in its proper place. He’d opened one of your suitcases to help you unpack earlier and caught a glimpse of something lacy before you snagged the bag and shoved a different one his way, coughing awkwardly. He shouldn’t be thinking about that. He won’t.

Turning over in bed, he banishes the thought from his mind, vowing to himself that he’s not going to be stupid and develop a crush on his new roommate. Instead, he’ll maybe just…become friends with you. That seems possible. He can totally do that, at the very least he’ll have someone else in the apartment and a bit of personality around so it’s not so dreary, and maybe you guys can hang out or just chat every once in a while.

Yes, that sounds ideal. Right? A simply friendship, easy. He can do it.

PART 2/MASTERLIST

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Simon wasn't a stupid man. He always knew better, knew to look between the lines even when you tried your best to be deceiving. Even then, the pure rejection you showed to your newborn baby was something not even the best actress could hide. Refusing to hold her after she was born and fully shutting down on Simon, screaming at him whenever he tried to offer any sort of help and support, only getting worse if he ever tried to approach you while holding the baby.

Post-partum depression is no joke, Simon realized after doing his own research, only then realizing just how bad it can get after accidentally stumbling on article upon article of mothers getting to the point of harming their own child. You weren't like that— Simon liked to convince himself despite the growing pit of dread in his stomach, anxiety seeping out of every pore of his body when even months later you refused to hold or interact with the baby.

It all came crashing down after he came back from deployment, the nanny holding his daughter while soothing her with calm words, doing her best to console the crying infant despite the tears falling down her cheeks when she confessed to him that you're gone.

Gone without a trace, at first. Simon wasted no time using his connections to know where you were. Laswell was the most helpful, giving him all the details of the help center you were in, yet even then, Simon didn't reach out first in fear of messing up your progress, not wanting to add more stress to your situation when you were trying to get better.

Four years. For four years, Simon's life was divided in deployments and taking care of his daughter at home, never once thinking about moving on, always asking Laswell for updates— updates she was glad to give him using her own connections, wanting to give Simon some peace of mind even if it went against the rules.

“It's okay.” Simon reassured his daughter, his long sleeves wet with cola that she spilled from her little cup. His home was the complete opposite of the absolute hell he grew up in, not allowing himself to scream, hit, or take out his frustration on the little carbon copy of himself sitting on the couch.

“'M sorry, daddy.” Her sweet voice made the corners of his lips tilt up into a smile, planting a soft kiss on the top of her head, taking off his sweater and putting it away, wasting no time on grabbing a towel to clean up the now sticky mess of coke on the table.

“It's okay, love. Jus' don't tip it, 's gonna spill.” She gave him a small salute in understanding, a cheeky grin on her lips when she saw him holding in his laughter, knowing fully well she's copying him— as usual.

The doorbell ringing got Simon's full attention, giving his daughter one last look before he went to answer. His eyes widened slightly the moment he saw your shorter figure waiting for him, purposely making yourself smaller like a dog with its tail tucked between its legs, a small folder held in your hands. You're both quiet for what seems like forever, the only sounds coming from your daughter in the living room, the TV displaying a kid's show Simon put on.

“I'm so so—” You don't even have the chance to finish your sentence before you're being pulled into a tight hug, Simon's burly arms wrapping around your body, every single second spent missing you, secretly hoping you'd come back one day crashes down on him the moment he feels your arms wrap around his waist, holding him as tight as possible, as if he'd disappear if you don't hold onto him for dear life.

“I got better.” You whisper into his ear, rubbing his back soothingly when he doesn't let go of you. Not yet— not when the love of his life is finally back after years. He plants a soft kiss on your shoulder before his face goes back to burying in the crook of your neck, taking in the familiar scent.

It takes minutes for Simon to finally let go, hesitation clear in his actions as he looked down at you, keeping one hand on your waist in silent fear of you seeping through his fingers. The folder in your hand gets his attention, giving you a questioning look before you offer it to him, managing to give him a small smile of reassurance despite all the anxiety and fear.

“My psychotherapist wrote it. It's... just a paper that shows the progress I've made from her perspective.” You stand awkwardly as he reads the document, taking in every single word written by the woman who has been helping your for four long years. You can hear your daughter giggling at the TV show, only making the anxiety in your stomach grow more by the second.

To your surprise, Simon steps out of the way to allow you into the home he created, his safe haven. Nothing changed from the last time you were here, other than toys scattered all over the place, likely from Simon being too busy bonding with his daughter to even clean.

You can see the little girl sitting on the couch as you walk closer, her brown eyes fully focused on the screen until she hears something from behind her. She's so much bigger now, looking like a tiny carbon copy of Simon, down to the little skull-patterned pajamas she was wearing.

She turns around after seeing you from the corner of her eye, her little face lighting up into a toothy grin as she jumps from the couch, sprinting towards you as fast as her little legs allow her to.

“Mommy!” You crouch down to her height out of pure instinct, almost being knocked off balance when she crashes into you, her tiny arms wrapping around your neck. The fact that Simon never stopped talking about you to her and kept your pictures warms your heart, being as delicate as possible as you hug her back.

“Y'look so pretty.” She has Simon's accent, making you let out a small laugh before looking down at her, cupping her cheek just to examine her features better.

“Thank you, sweet girl.” You're glad for the way she cuddles up to you again, not bothering to hide the tears falling down your cheeks at the sheer love displayed by the same girl you left four years ago. Your gaze drifts up to Simon, whose eyes are glossier than usual despite the fact that he's not shedding a tear. He gives you a small nod in acknowledgement, not daring to look away from the heartwarming scene in front of him.

“Daddy talks a lot about you.” She whispers into your ear, covering her mouth as if she's telling you the biggest secret ever. You giggle at the little gossiper, your warm hand running up and down the length of her hair.

“He does?” You whisper back, giving Simon a cheeky look at the admission, one of his thin eyebrows raising when he sees your daughter nod her head vigorously, giggling as she looks at Simon.

“Well, I'm sure he talks a lot about you too.” The pure forgiveness that comes from both of them drowns the guilt, if only for a short while.

“You're such a pretty princess.” Your arms wrap around her again, rocking her softly from side to side, allowing yourself to take in their love. It doesn't take long for Simon's resolve to falter, dropping to his knees and wrapping his burly arms around his girls protectively, planting a little kiss on your forehead.

Despite everything, there's no one else he'd rather spend the rest of his life with.

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