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[alexthetrashyracoon]

Fantasy au nobody asked for but I give you anyway.

Tags: Flowerfairy Reader, traveling mercenary Ghost, a bit of cursing, momentarily character death but we stay above the ground don't worry, a bit angsty but it gets a happy ending, I promise <3 (if that flops I'll cry)

Word count: 1350

"We shouldn't go this way." They flatly said and fluttered next to Ghost's face, brows in a pinch with their hands pressed against their rips. "It's dangerous."

Ghost grunted and swatted at them, not hard enough to hurt them or cause them to crash to the ground, but to get them out of his face. "You've been traveling with me long enough. You should know by now I don't care how dangerous it is as long as it gets me to the place I need to get." He says and leaves the cobbled path to take the short cut through the woods.

They huff and flutter after him. "I warned you."

It's been three months since Ghost met the little flower fairy, caught in some bandits' bottle. Ghost was hunting the group of bandits down, a big fat reward waiting for him when he brought back the leader, dead or alive it didn't matter.

So when he cleaned the camp, he found the bottle that had rolled under a sack and at first, Ghost had discarded it as trash, not looking twice at it but then he heard the little banging sound on glass and checked the bottle again, finding the little thing inside.

At first Ghost wasn't sure if he could believe his eyes. It wasn't everyday after all that someone came across a fairy, tiny human with wings on their back, but they pinched Ghost hard enough for him to believe it.

Ever since then Ghost allowed the fairy to graciously follow him, if they promised to keep their mouth shut, which they never truly did. They were talking all the time, chatting about whatever was on their mind. And Ghost, he would never admit that out loud, actually enjoyed the company for once. He was used to traveling alone, never bonding with others or keeping friendships alive for long. But something about the fairy was different.

At the end of the shortcut, Ghost finds himself standing in an opening that looks quite peaceful, not enough for him to drop his guard but the scenery is nice for a change.

He turns around to face the fairy who sits on his shoulder like usually when their wings get tired. They barely weigh anything more than a feather, even if he teases them all the time that if they keep eating so many cookies that he won't be able to keep walking with them on his shoulder. They always pout in return and don't talk to him for exactly ten minutes before chatting about some flower they have passed on their way.

"See. No danger around." Ghost grunts and decides it's time for a break, to replenish his strength and energy while enjoying a bit of nature's beauty. He puts down his backpack and sits down next to it. "Wake me in an hour."

The wake-up call never comes, or at least, not an hour later, but several hours, considering that the sun is going down right now and Ghost finds himself in a cage with his arms bound behind his back with rough rope. "The fuck is going on?" He asks, his tongue heavy as he speaks, eyes needing a few moments to focus again, ears still ringing, making hearing hard. Someone must have knocked him out cold when he took a nap, how embarrassing for someone like him to get caught off-guard by some amateur bandits.

Something... Someone, steps in front of the cage. "Look at that. The shithead who killed my brother is awake." That someone kicks the bars of the cage, making Ghost flinch at the rattling sound that comes with it.

He quickly gathers himself again, checking the guy outside the cage but not recognizing the person. "I killed many brothers... So, who the fuck are you?" Ghost asks, sounding overly confident, as always, even in situations where he should show a bit of restraint. Especially in situations like this.

The person grabs onto the bars of the cage and rattles them, baring his teeth like an animal. "You dick. I'll make you remember before... Hey! What the fuck! What is that?!" The bandit jumps and swats at something in the air but can't quite catch it.

Ghost's eyes widen, his fairy is back, he has been asking himself where they have gotten lost while he was in that cage. But he can't let their distraction be for nothing, he uses the chance to break the binding and steal the key from the bandits' leather belt to get out of the cage.

"Shit!" The bandit curses as he turns to look between Ghost and whatever is attacking him but decides to ultimately pay attention to Ghost, the bigger threat. Ghost's fairy uses the chance to get away to safety, leaving Ghost to fight without worrying about getting them into more danger.

It's clear as day that Ghost is no amateur and that there was no way in hell that the bandit would ever win. But somehow he managed to get away, right where Ghost's little fairy waited for him.

Ghost isn't fast enough to save them, he watches as the now bleeding bandit grabs the little fluttering thing and squeezes his hand shut until the noises stop and the forest completely falls silent.

He makes quick work of the bandit, he doesn't even look at his face as he cuts off his head. All he cares for is the little fairy in the bandits hand that's laying there, like a little doll, unmoving.

"Come now. Don't play with me, little fairy." Ghost says and picks their body up with shaking hands.

He never felt like this before, so damn helpless and clueless. What is he supposed to do? How can he turn back time to get his fairy back. The little chattering fairy that he learned to care for.

"I know you warned me it's dangerous... I should have listened." He says, not crying. He can't. He won't. Ghost never cries. Even if he wants to. "It's my fault you're dead. I'm sorry."

He remembers the promise they made a few weeks ago.

"Let's see the world together. You and I." They have happily announced back then and Ghost couldn't say now to their happy, smiling face. "Let's see the world together. You and I."

He would give his own life just for one more chance with them.

A single tear rolls down Ghost's cheek. It's more than he ever allowed himself before. It lands on their tiny body, staining their clothes.

Ghost searches for a spot to bury them, he knows they love flowers, so why not bury them in a field of them.

Just as he's finished with the hole in the ground, the air picks up, the breeze becomes warmer with flower petals and leaves flying through the air, surrounding him.

"That hole is way too small for someone as big as me."

Ghost knows that voice, he looks down only to find the body missing. Instead he sees naked feet, human feet standing in front of him, he looks up, following the long legs.

"How?" He asks, ignoring their nakedness and standing up, touching them, their humanly sized body. "I saw your dead body. He squeezed..."

"I don't know, Ghost. In my last moment I just remembered that we promised to travel the world together and when I opened my eyes again, I saw you on your knees, digging that hole." They explain with a smile, gratefully taking the woolen cloak from Ghost's hands and wrapping it around their shoulders. "I think Lady Fate is still not done with our story, Ghost."

At first it was a big change, gone was the tiny fairy fluttering around his head all the time, but Ghost quickly got used to seeing the other human next to him every night and day. Ghost had to teach them how to be human at first but he was sure that this was a challenge they would master too. One step at a time. And this time, Ghost would listen to his fairy turned human more often.

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[alexthetrashyracoon]

You find out that Simon is a pillow stealer. You're not even mad about it because, even if Simon denies it, it's fucking cute how he lays in your shared bed, surrounded by your pillows like a little nest, cuddling with one of the more plush ones. You use the chance to snap a picture to keep as a background on your phone.

At the beginning of your relationship, you spent most nights at Simon's place, which was not much. He only owned the bare necessities, had one bed large enough for two people, one pillow and a thin blanket, you made sure this changes that as quickly as possible. Not much, because you don't want him to think you're crazy or anything. But you make him buy at least a second pillow and a second blanket.

Then you two move together after a year, you couldn't keep living with your roommate and their asshole behavior. Now you share a bedroom with Simon, what's yours is his and what's his is yours. But somehow it has turned out that Simon loves pillows and now you have to fight every night for at least one of your own pillows because Simon simply hoards them as soon as he falls asleep and there is nothing you can do against it.

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Tim looks like a sweetheart and I love him! I hope everything works out for you guys soon! 🫶🏻

Tim only looks like a sweetheart, in reality he's a little shit (lovingly, I would die for him despite his unhealthy obsession with cheese and green salad), but he loves you too!

Thank you dear, I hope too that everything works out for us somehow 🙏🏻

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Personal Rant, ignore me or send me some love, whatever is easier <3

It's Day Seven, a whole ass week since we found out about our rat problem. Seven days in which I have barely slept and seven days in which my landlord did shit to help us out.

I wish my Mom and I could easily move, but moving in Germany, especially in a popular area like we are living right now, is impossible, it's expensive and on top of that nobody allows pets in the rental apartments. And my dog is ten, nearly eleven, I won't give him up or surrender him just to get a nicer place. That's not fair to him.

I'm tired and stressed and exhausted and I feel sick, Christmas is in a few days and I should be stressed about packing gifts... Not worrying about rats.

Sorry for the rant, none of you are here for it. Take care of yourself and be kind to each other.

ps. That's Tim, a mixture between some dogs and I guess veggie soup.

[alexthetrashyracoon]

First time meeting your parents × Some naughty time - Simon Riley

Tags: MDNI 18+, Simon fucks you in your teenage room while your parents are downstairs, Reader is an Adult

Boyfriend!Simon, who graciously accepts your parents invitation to a family get together at their place but not without second thoughts.

Boyfriend!Simon, who wears his best Sunday Clothes, clean black jeans and a white button-up shirt whose sleeves are rolled up to show off the ink on his skin. He even combed his hair.

Boyfriend!Simon, who buys a large bouquet of flower, of course your mother's favorites. The bouquet is large enough to hide you behind it.

Simon, who greets your father with a strong handshake and a respectful 'Sir' only to be immediately reprimanded by your mother for him to call them by their given names, Simon is family after all.

Simon, who charms your Mom, because that's what Simon does best. It's nothing bad, Simon would never do anything to harm you because he's so much in love with you that it's infuriating. So he makes sure he's on his best behavior and that your parents love him too.

Simon, who helps your Dad in the garage while you and your mom take care of the food. The two guys talk, it's easy for Simon to talk to your father.

Simon, who sits next to you at the dining table, one large hand on your thigh, fingertips teasingly stroking higher and higher before you kick him under the table and he pulls back, only to try it again a few minutes later while complimenting your mother's cooking.

Simon, who jumps to the chance of doing the dishes for your parents, gaining a few more plus points in their eyes.

Simon, who, immediately agrees to your mom's suggestion of you showing him your old teenage room which your parents kept like you left it because, 'One will never know when they want to return', that's what your Dad always says.

Simon, who only waited to be alone with you, in your childhood room on top. He doesn't wait long to bed you over your bed and pulls down your pants to expose your round butt. He makes you bite down on one of your stuffed animals when he breaches your hole with two of his fingers, eyes wide and pupils dilated as he watched you muffle your moans with all your might.

Simon, who can't wait much longer after prepping you enough to take his cock without injuries. He pulls his pants down and frees his hard cock. Laughing roughly when he sees you shaking your ass to animate him to go fast. "Patience," he will purr and tease your hole with his thumb before replacing it with the head of his cock.

Simon, who slowly enters you until he's fully inside you. "You like that," he will grunt and pull slowly back till only the tip remains inside. "Getting fucked while your parents are downstairs. Naughty." He snaps his hips back, making you gasp louder. Apparently loud enough for your Mom to ask if everything alright.

Simon, who fucks roughly into you while he makes you answer your mom, he enjoys the little bit of power play but won't go too far. He knows you enjoy it, otherwise you would have said something and he would have listened.

Simon, who knows you're close to orgasm but doesn't want to end this already, so he slows his moves and gives you a moment to breathe while watching the sweat roll down your temples. But you're having none of it, instead you start moving yourself, fucking yourself on his cock which gets Simon going too, gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises.

Simon, who finally makes you cum on his cock when your Mom calls from upstairs that preparations are done and tea and cake is served, only for him to spill himself deep inside of you too, biting down on your shoulder to muffle the moan.

Simon, who sits next to you outside in the garden with the most satisfied grin you ever saw on his face, knowing that his seed is still dripping from your hole, staining your underwear, an arm wrapped around your shoulder while sipping his tea, promising your parents to come back the next time they would invite you two.

Simon, who allows your mom to pack some pieces of freshly baked cake for him to take with him, promising her to eat them all.

Simon, who kisses you on your way back home deeply and smiles down on you, whispering a gentle 'I love you' in your ear. Happy that you were down to his mischievous ideas. Even if he knew that you were just too shy to ask him to fuck you in your teenage room.

I wasn't sure what to post today, so you get some shitty smut (I rarely write it anymore, so I'm out of practice, because I rarely get into writing anymore) anyway, I hope you enjoyed it anyway. Tomorrow you'll get fluff again. I guess.

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Price x Reader (Fem!POV)

I'm sorry if it's sounds hasty or anything...

Tags: Fluff, Child Birth (not described because I only know the basics about it and don't want to touch too deep into this topic) Freshly baked Father Price

John Price stood at the airport terminal, the weight of his duffel slung over his shoulder while his thoughts were elsewhere.

He had just stepped off a military transport plane after being deployed for months with the rest of the team. The mission had been gone on longer than anticipated, making Price miss the most important event in his entire life.

The birth of his daughter.

He had wanted to be there, by his wife's side, letting her break his hand and curse his name for getting her pregnant. She had joked about it all the time to hide her tense nerves.

The call came mid-flight. His wife had gone into labour three weeks too early, their child was planned to be a January child. Now it was a December child, only a few days away from Christmas. By the time he had touched down his daughter he still had to meet was already in this world. The thoughts of his wife being alone during labour made John's stomach churn.

John's jaw tightened as he made his way through the throngs of travelers as he made his way to the exit. A cab screeched to a halt as he flagged it down.

"St. Mary's Hospital." He said to the driver, his tone chipped but polite.

The driver regarded him through the rearview mirror, his gaze curious as he took in John's appearance. The worn uniform, the messy beard, the dark circles under his eyes. But the driver stayed quiet.

"Congrats." The man behind the wheel said after a while, maneuvering through the city past the afternoon traffic.

John blinked. "Excuse me?"

"The hospital. New Dad, right?"

He nodded. "Thanks."

The rest of the drive was silent, John's mind was constantly playing back the voicemail his wife left him.

"It's happening! The baby is coming early, John! I know you're not here! But I wish you were here! It's happening!"

Despite her calm voice, John knew she was scared, who wasn't. Giving birth to a living human being, even a small one... John faced down guns and rockets and all kinds of dangers, but even thinking about the birthing process made him think twice.

The cab came to a halt in front of the hospital, John didn't pay attention as the driver told him how much he owned, just handed him most of the cash he had on his person and bolted outside and into the hospital. His boots pounding against the pavement, then the linoleum floor of the hospital.

At the reception he asked for her room, the receptionist smiled and told John that his wife was in room 412.

John took two steps at a time, his heart was pounding with each step he took.

By the time he reached room 412, he paused, taking a deep breath, collecting himself.

Then he knocked and waited for her word to come inside.

Pushing the door open, his breath caught in his chest.

His wife, propped up on some pillows, pale around the nose but glowing with a tired smile. In her arms a little bundle. Their little bundle of joy. The faintest wisp of dark hair peeking out from the blanket.

"John." She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

He crossed the room in three strides, dropping his bag and kneeling by her bedside, cupping her face and pressing his forehead against her.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." he whispered, his voice thick. "I should have been here."

"You're here now." she said, tears streaming down her cheeks.

John stared down on their daughter. His vision blurring and his fingers trembling as he carefully traced the tiny features, the delicate nose, the gentle raise and fall of her chest as she slept. She was so small, so fragile. She was all John promised to protect.

"What's her name?" He asked and looked up from the little girl's face to meet his wife's gentle but tired gaze.

"I thought we would decide together." She replied and ran her fingers through his hair.

"Jane." He said after a while. "Jane Grace Price. After your grandmother."

John sat down besides her, cradling the tiny infant against his chest, not daring to look away. For the first time in months John felt the tension fall from his shoulders.

"She's beautiful." He said softly, feeling his wife's head rest against his shoulder. "I'll make it up to you. Both of you. I will be here for you. From now on and forever. I'm here now. And I'm never letting go."

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Hey, quirky headliner to get your attention:

Requests are open because my own brain can't come up with good things to write right now, but I want to write. So if you have requests, hand them my way <3

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When Simon and you started dating, he kept his face mostly hidden, the first few months it was the skull baclava. You didn't mind, it turned you kinda on and you enjoyed it. Made Simon a lot more mysterious, like a secret you personally learn to uncover. He once explained to you why he wore it and you were okay with it.

After six months of dating, Simon switched up his mask game and wore just a simple face mask, showing off more of his face for you to adore. All the scars on his temple and forehead and chin you loved to trace while watching a movie on the couch, the imperfections he couldn't stand about himself but you loved to see. You never dreamed about forcing Simon to show his face until he was completely comfortable with the thought of showing his face off.

When your one year anniversary came around, you returned late from work, tired to the bones from all the stress at your workplace. Simon was at home, he had a few days off before the next mission. He was in the kitchen, cooking, you could hear the sizzling of meat in the pan and the boiling water.

You told Simon you would quickly take a shower and change into something else and he was okay with it.

Twenty minutes pass and you return into the kitchen.

That's when you see it. Well, at first your brain doesn't understand what is going on, that something is different than usual. And Simon knows that you need a moment to understand that he had removed his mask, showing off all of his face to you.

And once you're finally back on earth, you reach out slowly and cup his face with your hands. His skin is rough, the stubble not quite a beard yet but enough to make him look older than he actually is.

You searched for words to say, to compliment Simon but there are none and all you did was to kiss him, pouring all your love into this kiss, despite having shared so many previously already.

"I love you." You whispered when the kiss broke.

"I love you more." He replied and looked into your eyes.

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Simon loves coming home. It doesn't matter if the deployment was a long one or a short one.

It's not because he hate his job or his brothers in arms. He might not look like it but he would die for the guys. Sure there are guys he would rather kick to the other side of the planet but everyone has such people in their lives.

No. Simon loves coming home because of you.

You are his sweet little neighbor across the hall. You take care of his place when he's gone, you pick up his mail and buy groceries when he tells you that he'll be home within a certain timeframe. When Simon knows the specific date of his return, you go so far and bake a cake or cook his favorite food. Simon loves you for this.

But never has never gathered the courage to ask you out, because why would he do this? You two have something good going on, why would he ruin it? Also, why would someone as sweet and nice as you want someone like him?

Simon isn't a bad lover, at least he hopes he isn't, but his partners have never complained before. But he's too ragged, he thinks when he sees himself in the mirror in the morning. The dark circles under his eyes, the scars on his skin, his inability to not chew his lip into a bloody mess or his unhealthy habit of picking at his skin, all of those things make him undesirable in his own eyes.

It's late when he returns this time. It's Sunday evening, he has planned on not getting stuck in the traffic and it has worked out fine for him.

At first he wants to knock on your front door, but he hesitates, it's too late, you're probably asleep already. He checks the watch on his wrist, it's shortly after midnight. Simon knows you've got work in the morning.

So he makes his way to his apartment and unlocks the door with one hand while he juggles his phone and wallet in the other and is immediately greeted by the warm light of the living room lamp you had made him buy last year, and the smell of freshly cooked potatoes and steamed vegetables. Even the steak still smells warm.

To his surprise you're not asleep, but instead you stand in his kitchen, doing the dishes so Simon doesn't have to do them in the morning.

"Evening pretty." Simon greets, not too loud, he doesn't want to startle you. It doesn't matter, you are too deep in your thoughts and jump nonetheless.

"Simon!" You call and hurry over to greet him with a warm hug and soft kiss against his stubbled cheek. "You're back! And in one piece!"

"Just for you, love. Wouldn't want to see your sad face if I came home missing a piece." Simon teases and wraps his arms around you, not wanting to let go already. You smell nice, you smell like home, Simon always laughed when someone said something cheesy like this. How could someone, a person, smell like home? But Simon realizes it right now. "I missed you." He says before placing his lips against you, tentative at first, scared for you to pull back and curse him to hell and back.

But you surprise him once more. Instead of pulling back you intensify the kiss, your arms wrapping automatically around his shoulders. Simon grabs you by the waist and hoists you onto the counter, never breaking the kiss that makes his head spin, he feels like a teenager before his first date.

"Missed you too, Simon..." You giggle as the kiss breaks apart and you two are breathing harshly.

And before Simon knows it home isn't just a place anymore.

For Simon home is a person and for the first time in ages, Simon doesn't fight it. He loves it.

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I just need to get it off my chest or else I'm probably gonna lose it and I'm sorry if it doesn't make much sense, English not my first language. I'm really gonna lose my marbles. If you have something positive to share, please don't hesitate to tell me... I could need something good right now.

My Mom and I found out we have rats in our place last week. They are snacking on all kinds of dried food and spices and sweets. We found their feces in our drawers, so we are sure they are rats not mice. We found bite marks on the packages and food, stuff pulled from said packages. All kinds of Chaos...

We called our landlord who already knows about this problem and has placed rat poison in the basement but I would say it's not working properly since the rats are crawling through the walls up to the third floor to get food.

I was sitting in my room with my dog and I heard something fall, I immediately sprinted into the kitchen and found a chocolate santa on the floor which has been standing on the microwave the entire time and nobody else is home aside from me and the dog. I searched the kitchen, the bathroom, the living room, but I haven't found a hole where they could come from and there is nobody willing to help, my landlord doesn't care enough to pay a professional exterminator.

We called the authorities offices but obviously nobody feels compelled to do anything.

I can't sleep at night because I can hear them crawling through the walls and now they are even brave enough to come out when we are awake.

I'm usually not one to complain, especially to the internet because we all have other troubles... But I feel sick to the bones right now. I'm not well, knowing we've got such rodents in our close living space, especially with my dog around.

Thank you for listening, if anyone read so far. Have nice holidays, take care of yourself and stay safe ♥️

[alexthetrashyracoon]

ITS MY BIRTHDAY (it’s almost over tbh) AND I‘VE GOT THE BEST BIRTHDAY PRESENT OF ALL TIME FROM MY BEST FRIENDO <3

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Simon grinned at himself through the mirror like a stupid teenager in the changing room as Price, god bless this man and his father figure behavior, tugged on his tie to keep it straight and clean.

Wedding Day had come. His wedding day had come.

“Mate, you must be shakin’ with excitement to marry the pretty face.” Gaz grinned from his spot on the couch, all three of them dressed in their best attire. Even Soap hadn’t complained once about wearing a tie.

Simon’s mind wandered to you in the other room, he hadn’t seen you since last night, tradition, that’s what they called it.

He hoped you were having a blast, because you had to spend so many days and nights over the wedding plans that he had to get you to the hospital once after you broke down from exhaustion.

“Anyone ever thought big bad ol’ Ghost gets married?” Soap teased as he rummaged through the drawers at the desk. What exactly was he searching? Simon didn’t know or maybe he was too happy to question his best friend’s motives for now, they usually end in chaos and today was meant no chaos.

“I always believed Simon would find the one true love one day.” Price nodded and patted Simon’s chest, telling him he was done with the tie.

“Liar.” Gaz laughed and shook his head. “If you want to know who always believed in you, Lieutenant, that’s me. Ol’ Captain and MacTavish over here said you would die a virgin. We got a bet running for a while.”

Simon wasn’t even surprised or mad, maybe tomorrow, or the week after. But tonight he wanted to be on Cloud Nine and looking through the pink tinted glasses of love. Tonight he would say ‘yes’ to the person he loved the most, the one that kept him alive and sane and put up with his antics.

“I’m getting married.” He smiled at himself in the mirror.

“You’re getting married, son.” Price looked at him, through the mirror, a proud smile hidden under the beard.

A minute later his phone rang, your name and picture on the screen.

“Yes? Everything alright, darling?” Simon asked and looked at Price, worry flashing behind his brown eyes.

“I’m scared, Simon. I… I know this will sound crazy and you probably think I’m mad. But… I wanna run away.” You say, followed by a shaky breath. “But at the same time I don’t wanna run away but stay and marry you. Does it make sense?”

Simon relaxed immediately, you were nervous, as you should be. Just like him.

“How about this then, darling, we run away together until you know what you want.” He grinned and picked up his suit jacket.

Soap and Gaz were gasping at him.

“Let’s run away together and if you still feel like running, we blew off this party. And if not, we come back, say yes to each other tonight and live our happily ever after.”

Gaz asked if he was insane. Soap was looking between Simon and Price, who simply had the time of his life while opening the door for Simon to leave.

“Are you sure… do you… I mean…?” You started to ramble and mutter under your breath.

“Darling… For you I would go through hell and back. I am not complete without you anymore. There was a time before you, sure. But there will be no time after you. Together.” Simon spoke gently and could see through the phone who your cheeks turned pink and tears pricked your eyes. “I’ll be out in two minutes, don’t let me wait.”

(Spoiler, in the end Simon and you got married surrounded by friends and family. Price lost a bet to Laswell because they both know you two and knew you would pull such a stunt. Soap had gained a few more grey hairs than necessary and Gaz was pretty sure this was some kind of punishment, why else would you two pull something like that.)

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I finally got something written down that doesn’t suck or sounds like I just fell asleep on my keyboard!

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Nachtisch and Dessert versus Nachttisch and Desert

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Not now kitten, daddy's gotta go return these Pfandflaschen before the Feiertag and you know the Rewe is gonna be packed

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