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idk man the nervous system makes me kinda nervous
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Simon Riley! Who technically had the ring picked out as soon as he started babysitting Oliver
Simon Riley! Who nearly jumped out of his skin when you came in from getting the mail with the box from his grandmother, that contained said ring
Simon Riley! Who spent the last two and half years of dating perfectly planning the moment, even had plans B and C on backburner
Simon Riley! who told johnny about the plan and his buddy happily volunteered to take photos (he tried to talk him out of it he swears it)
Simon Riley! Who even asked your son if it would be okay to marry you (the answer was yes duh)
Simon Riley! Who knew knew it would all go perfectly, after all with all that planning-
"Olly said you want to be his dad."
The sound of your voice that would normally send peace and a sense of warmth through him caused his blood to run cold and he slowly turns from where he was currently working on building a dog house (a puppy is what you and he chose to get Olly for his fourth birthday), he looks up at you as you stood on the porch, a confused look upon your face and arms crossed. He had to play this cool, he could do this- "Whaaat?" Shit. "Now why would the lad-"
"Simon."
"Yes, mam."
You walk over to him where he stood in the backyard and you hum, "You get four seconds to tell me why my little boy is getting his hopes up about having a dad again, when you know full well-"
"I'm going to marry you."
To be honest, you were a little taken back, Simon had never seemed like the marrying type and you had spent the last two years trying to convince yourself you were alright with that. So you gulp down and look up at him, "You...what?"
"I have-Fuck- a plan, I have a plan and it was goin to be like tho' movies you make me watch tha' I hate- was gonna make it nice but-I'm goin to marry you an' I wan'a make sure Olly is alright with it."
There came the silence and you bite back the largest smile you swore you would ever have, "Y...you wanna marry me?"
"More than I want to breathe."
"Oh, then I guess I better say yes so you don't die, huh?" Your words were to distract yourself from crying and you pull him down for a brief kiss, "I still want the pretty proposal and the getting down on one knee."
Simon, who reasonably was a bit confused, blinked and then meets your gaze, his hands going to yours, "Are you sayin' Yes?" When he saw your nod he happily moved his hand to your waist and pulled you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "You'll get your pretty proposal, the flowers, and the photos, and I'll make it perfect, love, I'll make it perfect."
Here's what Johnny's photos looked like BTW (he tried)
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Simon! Who did ask your son for your hand in marriage because…uh…who else was he supposed to ask?
Simon! Who carefully planned the entire day to make sure Ollie was in a good mood (because he knew that Boy, if he was sleepy, grumpy, hungry or simply just ‘issy’, don’t tell you that he knew that word, he would say no and then snitch)
Simon! Who first made the kids favorite pancakes, which then fell on the ground as Ollie tried to walk to the table
Simon! Who took him to the museum only for the dinosaur (the only part Ollie liked) to be closed for the day
Simon! Who took Ollie to the park but the kid fell and chipped one of his baby tooth (superglue it back together? He knew he would be a deadman if you saw this)
Simon! Who had to cut the park short cause it started raining
Simon! Who went to Ollie favorite ice cream bar and to low and behold…Ollie’s favorite flavor is out
Simon, who on the drive home, looks back through the mirror to see the toddler looking out the window and figures it might as well be now- so nothing else could could wrong
“Olls?”
“Des sir.”
“Can I ask you a question, Lad?”
Ollie blinked a few times and then nods, unaware that Simon couldn’t actually see him the entire time because he was driving, “Okay.”
“Your mum and I- well I love her a lot, you know that, right?”
Ollie nods.
“And you know how you and your mum moved into my house right?”
“Is cause you have cooler backyard.”
“Yeah- I do have a big backyard,” Simon trailed off for a moment and then clears his throat, “Olls, would you be okay with me staying around for a super long time?”
A pause. “That’s a daddies job. Momma said you’re her boy-frend and that you’re not my daddy.”
“But- what if I wanted to be your dad?”
A longer pause.
“Ollie?”
…
“Oliver?”
“You wouldn’t leave us like him though- right?”
Well great, he didn’t need to almost start crying on the highway, so he nodded, “Never leave you, laddie.”
Part two! 🫢
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me and my partner don't argue he just shoots me in the head and i walk it off like a man
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guy who only heard the phrase gaslighting once and is misremembering it: stop fleshlighting me
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I’m not a perfectionist, but finding a typo or a grammatical error in my own already-published fic is like stepping on a Lego honestly
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simon is ticklish, all the skin beneath the heavy layers of his gear is sensitive to the careful, caressing touches, making his rippling muscles seize and his spine almost arch under your warm palm, scattered scars rubbing against the pads of your fingers as goosebumps erupt on his flesh.
he can't control it, turning the softest under your careful touch even through tickling sensations that makes him grunt, yet still letting you trace patches up from the back of his neck and down his coccyx, his body fidgeting just slightly, pulling a smile to your lips.
sometimes that makes simon almost shy, when you're growing a bit more teasing, hands gliding up his happy trail to the slightly soft tummy, his body shuddering and expanse of his shoulders flush just a tad bit, enough for you to see the pretty red hue that travels to the tips of his ears.
he won't tell that it makes him bothered, bubbling warmth settling heavy in his stomach as your hands encircle him everytime, his flesh remembers every place you touched him at, the one's that leaded to simon being painfully hard, huffing in mild frustration and rolling his shoulders when you're not near.
but you'll have to make it up for him eventually, because it's your attention and touches that made him like this, so let him burrow his sweaty face in your shoulder as you caress his neck and areas behind his ears, his hips rutting against your clothed mound to elevate the throbbing pressure under his sweatpants.
✎ 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵. 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴. 𝘢𝘰3.
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what do you mean he's fictional, we sleep in the same bed every night
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