#Oh my god Simon and Tommy MY LOVES

[peachesofteal]

Single mother with Simon as neighbour au? Yeaaah in love with them.

Light on - single mom/neighbor fic Simon Riley/female reader

Simon hasn’t seen you in a few days.

He hasn’t seen you in the hall, or on the roof. Hasn’t seen you on your little balcony, like he did the other day when you were sitting on the little rickety metal chair, sipping a hot cup of something, too big sweater wrapped around your shoulders.

“Good morning.” You called to him, somehow keeping your voice light and soft, warm. He managed a response, serrated and off key, as he stubbed his cigarette out and slipped his mask from his pocket to his face.

He wonders if you’re alone. He never hears anyone else with you except little Emmaline, no man’s voice. No woman’s. He hears you, though. He hears you leave in the mornings, off to somewhere he’s not aware of. Hears you come home in the afternoons, your voice carrying down the hall while you talk to the baby, words muffled and tone light. Hears Emmaline, crying in the mornings and at night. Hears her screaming sometimes, angry about something, the raw pitch of her displeasure filtering through the paper-thin walls, her screeching and wailing probably loud enough to wake the entire floor. He hears you sing to her, just the lightest sounds of a muffled lullaby, coming from the room that’s opposite his bedroom, and he wonders if that’s where your bedroom is too.

He thinks about you being alone, doing everything by yourself, taking care of the baby, taking care of yourself. Who makes sure you’re okay? Who’s watching out for you?

He gets his answer, two days later, six hours before he’s slated to leave for the next op, when he stumbles upon you in the pouring rain, nearly in tears, Emmaline in a cloth wrap pressed to your chest, paper grocery bags in your arms, standing outside the building’s front door, one free hand frantically searching for what he automatically assumes must be your keys. As soon as he spots you, he increases his pace, legs stretching out in front of him and closing the distance between the three of you in record time.

“I know, I know.” He hears you trying to comfort her as he gets closer, your usual sweet voice edged in a frantic, viscous tone that has his fists clenching. “I’m here, baby. It’s okay.”

“Need some help?” He calls, and you turn with wide, nervous eyes. When you see him, when you realize it’s him, you relax, and blurt out hurriedly:

“Oh my god, do you have a key?” He pulls his own from his pocket, sliding it into the lock and then holds the door open, your body pressing against his when you brush by. “They usually don’t lock this door during the daytime.” He knows. He doesn’t tell you, but he had a strongly worded conversation with the building manager two days ago, when he came across the bloke in the lobby. He terrified the man, but he’s not sorry at all, and he feels certain that the front door will remain locked from now on. Leaving the bleedin’ front door unlocked, for anyone to walk in here. Not anymore.

“It should be locked.” He says flatly, and you purse your lips like you’re going to argue, setting down the grocery bags and then fidgeting with the wrap that has Emmaline sitting snugly against your chest.

“Shhh. I know, I know. You don’t like the rain.” He eyes you curiously, watching you unwrap the long pieces of linen slowly. He’s never seen that before, never seen someone carry a baby around like that, Beth always…

Beth. His skin slicks cool with sweat when the thought rips across his mind, old, buried memories gnawing at where he’s put them away, where’s he’s kept them hidden. Beth. Joseph. Tommy. Tommy holding his son, Joseph as a baby, little boy with blonde curls and happy smile, Tommy and his mom-

“Simon?” you say his name softly, tilting your head, and he blinks, snapping his focus back to the present, back to the now, with you, with Emmaline. “You okay?”

“Yeah, alright.” He points to the brown bags. “Need a hand?” He offers, and you reward it with a gracious smile that shines like a bright light that he can’t look away from. Fucking hell.

[blingblong55]

Can't catch me now- Simon "Ghost" Riley

Photo credits: @ave661 ---- No mentions of reader, angst, comfort? fluff? death of character ----

"GHOST!" 

It was too late, the body hit the ground. Simon Joseph Riley was pronounced dead. Gunshot to the head, his heart penetrated by the bullet and the ones to witness this are his mates from the team. His blood ran down the rocky mountain. The team witnesses something. During this whole mission, they only experienced rain and thunder, to their surprise, the second Simon dies, the sun shines through the clouds. A rainbow was born over the horizon. "Enjoy your new home, soldier," Captain Price nods at his own words as with glee he knows his comrade is finally home. "Take it easy," Gaz takes his cap on and looks at the sun that pours from the clouds. "Tell Soap we'll meet him for drinks someday," Price adds and fights back tears.

 It's the end of an era but the beginning of a good life for the two past comrades. 

Three days later, there he is, his body in that casket, a proper military funeral given to him and he is laid to rest with the rest of his family. 

Simon opens the door to his childhood home, the sun rays casting through the window, the walls grey and white "Welcome home, son," his mum greets him. There is confusion in Simon. Why was he here? is this a dream? Before he can even gather his thoughts, his brother, nephew and even his sister-in-law walk into the entryway and hug him. "Welcome home, brother," Tommy whispers as he hugs a confused Simon. 

Why is his dead family here? Welcome home! what does this mean?

Oh...

Oh by all luck, he's dead. 

"Mum?" 

"Yes, Simon?" the woman's sweet voice rings in his ears. 

All of a sudden, he is excited and happy. A smile creeps into his lips and there it was, that good feeling. He is home. His body doesn't ache, the scars are gone and all that is left with him is a smile and an afterlife where in this one, he finally has it all. 

"The girls are in the kitchen," his mum whispers. 

His wife and girls? There it is, that smile. He hasn't seen them since their funeral, this must mean he truly is in heaven. 

He walks past his mother and goes into the kitchen. The sight is too much to not just stop and idolise. His wife, his three daughters and those smiles and giggles. "Girls?" His voice is raspy. There is a knot in his throat. He is home with them too. "Daddy!" His youngest smiles and runs to him with her small arms open, his two other daughters follow suit. 

"Oh, my loves," his big arms wrapping over all of his daughters. Tears run down, happy ones. It's been two years since he last held them this way. "My lovie," Simon holds his arm out so his sweet wife can join this moment. That gentle and soft hand of hers, god it's like the heavens finally gave him peace. He sobs, it's uncontrollable and how can a man like him control such tears when after so long of losing his family...families to his job he finally has both? 

He gives kisses to all their foreheads. "Daddy, what took so long?" His eldest little princess asks. "I don't know princess, but I'm finally home," he reassures and hugs her again. Those tears run down yet again and he won't stop them. 

This is his heaven. The walls, the giggles, the hugs, and that familiar scent. Heaven is not clouds and a pearly gate for him, no, but it is this. A kitchen, his four loves, his mum, Tommy, Joseph and even Beth, everyone that has ever mattered to him is here and for once, he is in heaven. 

"Uncle Soap!" Joseph smiles. 

Soap?...Johnny?

"About time you came to the party, LT," Soap pats Simon's back. 

"Great to see you, mate." 

"Likewise. I held onto a good bottle for ya, yer girl won't let me open it though," Soap sends a teasing annoyed look at Simons's wife and a small chuckle escapes Simon. 

"She's a stubborn one, like yer, Lt." Soap teases. "I married her for a reason, isn't it right, love?" Simon can't help but smile as he gets to finally say that nickname again. "Very, Si." What a sweet delight, to have his pretty girl call him that again. 

"Price and Gaz joining?"

"Not yet, give them a few good years."

"Daddy, let's go play outside!" 

This is what he missed. The demands from his princess, the giggles, the big eyes and that pout when he would say no. "Okay, but only before your mum wipes that chocolate stain from your nose." He chuckles. "Deal," the little girl runs back to Simons's wife. 

From a corner, Simon sees Tommy. He's playing catch with his son, laughing at some dumb joke. 

It's beautiful. It's painfully beautiful how one can die on Earth but live in their heaven. 

One soldier dreams of this, they yearn for it and that is what Simon did for nearly 28 years. Now, all he has is this. No more war, no more aches, no one to chase. He can grow in this home again. He will live the life he always dreamed and right now, that is all he wants and needs. 

Yeah, you thought that this was the end

A/N: I honestly don't know where this was heading so....im sorry if it's shit

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[cod-dump]

Made myself nearly cry in the shower thinking about this and I need to inflict it on someone else :)

Simon's mum loved soap operas. Particularly long running ones like EastEnders or Hollyoaks. They may be over dramatic, but they helped her cope with her husband's abuse and she made friends with a couple of like-minded fans of the show. Sometimes those friends would invite her over to watch said soaps. Just to get her out of the house for a couple of hours. They became a life-line for her.

When her and the rest of the family died, Simon stayed away from their graves for a good couple of years, the guilt of their (from his perspective) blood on his hands haunted him. But he still did little things to try and stay connected to them: always giving bills to the homeless drug-addicts on the street corners for Tommy, pressing beautiful flowers he found on missions for Beth, collecting small toys for Joseph. For his mum, he started watching her soaps.

He was never interested in them as a child; they were too dramatic and moody for a child, but being an adult now, he saw the appeal in them. He would get caught up in the melodrama and even browse a couple of forums for the shows if he had the time. And as soon as he started going back to his family's graves, he would catch his mum up on her soaps and introduced her to new ones if he thought she would like them.

Now here where I started crying.

Johnny: Are you sure, Simon? I don't have to go up to the graves if you don't want me to. Simon: I do want you too, but I need to go alone first, yeah? I just- I'll wave you over once I'm done and then I can introduce ya.

Johnny nodded and let go of Simon's hand. Simon walked over and did his usual greetings to the stones, leaving his mother for last. He sat down cross legged facing her name and sighed.

Simon: Fucking hell, mum. You would not believe what has happened on EastEnders since I last saw ya.

Simon winded on and on about what had happened over that past year. Twists and reveals and complicated plot lines filled the air around the stone. He started to wind down his recap and reached out to touch the stone. His fingers weaving between the embossed letters of her name.

Simon: I hope you don't mind, mum, but I've found a new Soap.

A knowing smirk melted onto his face behind his mask.

Simon: He's just for me though. I think you'll like him. Not as cheesy as the ones you like, but I know you'd love him.

Simon turns to look at Johnny. He's looking up to the cloudy sky with a handful of flowers that Johnny insisted they stop and pick up. I don't want to leave a bad first impression. What were their favorites? Simon whistled to get his attention. Johnny spooked and gripped tighter on the flower stems. His attention came fully to Simon. Simon waved him over.

Simon: I know you'll like him, because I love him.

And if she were still alive, Mum Riley would say that was the cheesiest romantic line she had ever heard.

Oh MY GOD-

I fucking adore this 😭

[haunted-headset]

WILBUR SLOWLY FALLING IN LOVE WITH YN TO THE POINT HE JUST RANDOMLY KISSES YOUR HAND AND HUGS YOU FROM BEHIND BC HE SO LOVE/TOUCH DEPRIVED. AND TJEN EVERYONE JUST THINKS UR DATING AND THEN AT SOME POINT YN IS JUST LIKE,

“Yeah, we are.”

❤ Are You Falling in Love? ❤

Summary: You & Wilbur are best friends & practically attached at the hip. Wilbur, however, is falling in love with you, & he thinks that you don't realize it. One day, he decides that he's tired of waiting & he decides to make a move. Turns out you wanted him to do that!

A/N: GUYS. I MADE A REALLY GOOD STORY FOR THIS & THEN I CLOSED MY LAPTOP THINKING IT WOULD KEEP ALL OF MY TABS OPEN, BUT LIKE MY COMPUTER SHUT DOWN & I HAD TO RELOAD THE TABS & I FORGOT TO SAVE IT AS A DRAFT & I WANNA CRY (also the title is based on a song called A New Kind of Love)

pairing: CC!Wilbur x amab!reader

pronouns used for the reader: He/him/his

tags: @vibestillaxxx @joviepog @ax-y10 @themonsterunderurmom @wilburstan @smolsleepykitten @funnyreally2009 @crows-death @dykepunz @aresriiots @0miamor0 @cathers-world @defonotval @chipch0p @mazzistar16 @unmellowyellowfellow @justalittlebitofchaos @thosecolorfulsheets @vopix @taylors-version-from-the-vault @aine-lasagna @merianakross @veeislost @urfav-sapphic-siren @shazbaz58-blog @wifiatthetrainstation @mcr-pr-fob @shd454

word count: 451

contains: swearing, a suggestive comment made by Billzo, Y/n & Wilbur being shipped together

proofread?: yup

"Guys, c'mon, hurry up!" You said you were walking faster than the rest of your friends.

"Y/n, when are we going on the boat?" Tommy whined.

"In a bit," you smirked. "You need to eat something so you stop being a hangry bitch." This earned a laugh from your friends & a cussing-out by Tommy.

You had Wilbur, Tommy, Billzo, Tubbo, Jack, and George go to California, your hometown, for a Tom Simons blog. It was your idea to just take Wilbur, but Wilbur had told Tommy, & he said he wanted to come. Then Tommy told Tubbo, & Tubbo told Billzo, & Billzo told Jack, & Jack told George.

"Y/n, can you carry me?" Wilbur said, leaning against you.

"Absolutely not," you said with a small laugh. "Who's the one who broke my leg when we were 15 because you made me carry you?"

"...no comment," Wilbur murmured. You laughed once again. You then noticed that Tommy was pointing the camera at you two.

"Y/N x Wilbur moment?" Tommy said it in a fake disbelief voice. "Y/N x Wilbur confirmed? Y/n x Wilbur canon?"

"Oh my God, shut the fuck up," you said jokingly. Wilbur's cheeks flushed.

"You two would make a cute couple," Tubbo said. "I can see it."

"I feel like you two are already dating," Billzo said. "Like, if you told me one day that you'd secretly been giving Wilbur head all of this time, I wouldn't be surprised."

"BILLZO, WHAT THE ABSOLUTE FUCK?" Wilbur said it in shock, his face bright red. Your face, like Wilbur's, was beet-red.

"Wilbur isn't even into guys, Billzo!" you lied. You knew very well that Wilbur was bisexual. He told you when he was 13. Two years later, he developed a crush on you. He thought you didn't know. That was very funny, in your opinion. "Plus, if we were in a secret relationship, why would I tell you guys?" This earned an 'oooo' from your friend group.

You arrived at In-N-Out, & you all ordered your food. While you were ordering your food, you felt someone hug you from behind. You looked up to see Wilbur's face, & your heart started to race. He then did something very unexpected: he kissed your hand.

"YOOOO!" Tommy said, pointing the camera at you two. "WILBUR X Y/N HAS BEEN CONFIRMED! I BET THEY'RE DATING!"

"Tommy, we are not-" Wilbur started.

"Yeah." You cut him off to see his reaction. "We are." You smirked & walked back to the table with your friends. You looked back to see a dumbfounded Wilbur still standing there, his face bright red.

You chuckled to yourself. You were definitely going to do this again.

[8-rae-rae-8]

He's sick, they told him. His doctors, his parents. And god did their cruel words ever worsen. His date was sealed the day his paperwork was filed.

"Simon Riley [Little: 0-3]"

Just like that his life was over, age 12 and unable to run away with every piece of paper work and documentation making him permanently his father's. Oh how it made his skin crawl.

Years were spent fighting himself back. He'd shrink to that headspace, and so would his body. But his parents didn't wipe his tears or clean him up. Poor Tommy took a lot of it. A caregiver by nature, but an addict because of their father. His mother was practically out of the picture with how little she could help.

His first thought was military. But the more research he did, the less it seemed possible. Any job deemed scary or laborious wasn't allowed for a little. It was even on his fucking ID when he was old enough to save one. By 18, he was making Tommy sign in appwroek claiming that Simon was neutral. And as Tommy was listed a legal carer (his father's doing), it went through. Tommy was too high, hungover or sick to realize what he was doing, which Simon took advantage of.

It took years for him to crash again. Years to curl up in his bed in the cold, cold room he stayed in. Lieutenant, they called him. His team. His Captain, Mactavish, what would he think? His other teammates... Gaz, Roach. God they'd be disgusted.

The size of a baby curled up under a ton of blankets just waiting to feel big again. All he could do was hide anyway. No one should ever be allowed to see him like this-Simon didn't even think they'd hesitate to throw him out. Come morning, it was no easier. He was still too tiny to even get himself out of bed. He'd fall on the floor, that's how tiny he was. He probably couldn't even walk...

How late was he for breakfast? The alarm went off earlier, causing him to screech in terror before he pulled his blankets back over himself. It was a dandelion game to play, getting to far into the military then crashing in bed and physically unable to get help and unable to get himself to feel big again.

It was all scary. Terrifying, even. In any other situation, his captain would be right at his side. Mactavish would've been there. But this? For this he was alone. Always alone.

He's sick. Something in his head made him sick. Different from everyone else and weak. Weak because he of his fear. Because of his regression... Some days he was lucky almost all of his file was blacked out, others not so much. He needed help.

And the longer he stayed in bed, unable to get out, just the size of a wee kiddo, maybe it would come. Mactavish always came to him if he wasn't at meal times on time.

Soon enough that familiar knock rang through his room. Fuck, Simon couldn't help the cry that came from him. His chest heaving with the intensity of it. In no more than a second, Mactavish was in the room and looking for him.

It only took a minute for Simon to be lifted into the captain's arms. Sobs falling from his lips as his tiny hands grabbed at his shirt.

"Are ye my Si, wee one?" Mactavish asked, swaying with him. Of course he was, but it was pretty much instinct to be a little playful and sweet like that.

Obviously Simon couldn't exactly respond. He tugged at his shirt weakly, his little legs kicking at the air as he cried.

"Oh, Si... Simon, love..." Soap murmured. His heart beating insanely fast with the little one clutching onto him. He didn't even know Simon regressed... He has his suspicions, but this? Regressing so small? Small enough to fit perfectly on his chest with just one hand holding him?

The wailing settled enough for Simon to hear Mactavish talking to him. His captain but that didn't matter anymore- He didn't see a captain looking at him, maybe a friend instead. He tugged at his shirt and whimpered.

"yeah, I know... Ye're too small, huh? Didn't ye get taught to ask for help when ye need it, wee one?" Mactavish asked softly, brushing over the very short hair on his head. Dark, not quite black though. Carefully, he sat back on Simon's bed with him in his arms, tears reduced to hiccups.

"I wish ye woulda told me, Simon... Somethin' stressed ye out and ye crashed... Not good for ye." Mactavish told him, rocking Simon in his arms. Slow and gentle. "Do ye even have anything for this?" He worried.

And Simon couldn't tell him, only point or whine. But no, no he didn't have anything because he never wanted this to happen. He thought he could control it enough- but no, he couldn't. He was weak.

"Simon, hey, M'eudail... It's okay. We'll get ye stuff." Soap didn't know how he'd get him off base without being seen, he didn't say that to Simon though. He needed the little one's trust.

"I know ye're scared.. I've got this, okay? I've got you." Mactavish promised him. Using a smaller blanket he found, he gently swaddled Simon up and got him cozy. The little one didn't whine or cry, he actually relaxed quite a bit.

Simon babbled up at Soap, wiggling before settling into the warm blanket.

"Oh yeah, baby? Tell me." Soap cooed softly at him as he picked Simon back up. All swaddled and cute. Albeit a little messy.

Simon giggled and babbled a little more at the encouragement. For the first time, he didn't feel scared when he was small. He wasn't going to be shouted at, hit, or anything else... He should know his captain was safe, this was just surprising...

"Yeah?? That's a lot, Darlin'." Mactavish was so sweet. Feuling his babbling while he made sure Simon was comfortable.

The two went back and forth with babbling for a long while, until they did have to figure out where to get Simon things like pacis and other baby needs. Though he should have, Soap didn't really hide Simon, just covering his face since he knew that he wouldn't want people seeing. So he held Simon just right and let him nuzzle into his neck. The few people that saw were definitely confused, but no on questioned it. Not with Mactavish glaring at anyone who tried.

Of course he didn't drive, he carefully walked with Simon in his arms to a near by town to grab the things they needed. The basics, pacis, dips, bottles, formula, and some baby bath stuff. And Simon squealed at the bubble bath stuff that Soap grabbed, making him chuckle and poke Si's side.

Getting back into base was the same thing, glaring at anyone who asked anything about the little one on his chest. He wasn't up for questions and he didn't want Si being pestered later when he was big. It was easier to avoid. The first thing he did when inside his own room, he got Simon padded up and a cleaned paci (washed in his sink just in case).

Simon didn't whine or kick his legs. He was well behaved, actually... He babbled a little, muffled by his paci but Soap still responded.

Oh how he loved it... It was so easy to relax like this. Being put gently back over Mactavish's chest while swaddled up all comfortable. How could he not relax?

Being talked to helped a lot too, Mactavish's voice working to ease him further. Si liked the gentle rumble of his chest and hearing his silly accent.

A nap was in order the second Simon's eyes began to close. Soap swayed with him side to side while humming an unfamiliar tune to him, but it all felt safe nonetheless. There was no pushing for a nap, no leaving him in a room and waiting for him to pass out. No, this was gentle coaxing until he fell asleep naturally.

Maybe this would all go away in the morning, but maybe it would be okay to happen again- Mactavish wasn't cruel. He showed no signs of mistrust or betrayal about Simon's many lies regarding his classification. He was just as warm as he usually was to him, if not more.

Simon was safe like this. Happy and warm. Never had he fallen asleep so easily before. Protected by his Captain's arms and comforted by his voice. There was no better person to be helped by.

[sardonic-the-writer]

—amsterdam

SUMMARY | agreeing to come along with the group to amsterdam to participate in not one, but two tom simons videos, can get a little crazy

PAIRING | cc!tommyinnit x reader

REQUESTED | no

WORD COUNT | 1.1k+

AUTHORS NOTES | the tom simons channel is probably my favorite vlog channel ever

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This was the third time Charlie had destroyed your lego creation, and you were this close to locking him out of the room.

"I swear to god you fucker—" Another blocky build crumbled to peices as the brunette slapped his hand down on your own pair, laughing good naturedly all the while.

"Phiiiiil!" You turned your torso halfway to whine at the other man in the generic hotel room, who was looking at his phone blandly while resting on the foot of a bed opposite you. "Tell Charlie to stop being an asshole before I bite him!"

"Stop being an asshole to them Charlie before they bite you. And they will, it's not just a threat mate." The middle aged man echoed back without so much as looking up from his phone.

"Wow. Gee thanks Phil. Glad to know my pain and suffering is less important than your phon—Charlie I swear to fucking god!! One more time, and I mean it, one more time and I'm going to sic Tubbo on you in the video tomorrow!" You had since stopped looking at Phil, now scooping as many stray legos as you could close to your chest while Charlie attempted to steal them away from you.

"I paid for these with my own twitch prime! Back! Back, I say."

"Noooo." Charlie made a sound that reminded you of a gremlin, wiggling his fingers comically while trying to take more out of your pile. "The lego goblin must have his legos!!! Otherwise he may become, the tickle monster!"

"Oh no he fucking wont." You deadpanned at Charlie. He just smiled back at you innocently before wiggling his fingers once more and lunging for you, nearly knocking you both into Phil on the other bed with the effort of it.

"Take that, you hoarder!" He laughed, glasses knocked askew as his hands viciously attacked your sides with pokes and jabs as you screamed.

"Jesus fucking christ you two!!" Phil was looking at the both of you on the floor, clutching his phone to his chest in surprise while laughing.

"Phil! Help me! I'm dying! Tell my wife that—that I love her." You choked out a surprisingly loud and shocking gasp before going limp, your tounge dramatically lolling out of your mouth the way a cartoon character's might.

It was a lot harder than you thought it would be to hold in your laughter as you watched Charlie fall to his knees somberly, listening as he wailed on about how he had 'killed' you. It was even harder when you got a glimpse of Phil sitting above you, stuffing his fist in his mouth to try not to laugh at the two of you.

"—ow will I ever redeem myself!? I'll be tried in court, given years of prison time! I'll never make it in there! I'm too soft, too—oh hey Tommy."

You immediately scrambled to get to your feet alongside Charlie at that revelation, the both of you adjusting your disheviled appearances the best you could all while Phil cackled.

"Hey Toms." You smiled crookedly, trying to look nonchalaunt as possible while looking at the confused face of the boy currently peaking his head into your hotel room. Light from the hallway was now peaking into the room, washing over the few shadows left from spare luggage and souvenir bags people had left lying on the floor.

"What the fuck are you guys doing in here?" He furrowed his brows, laughing lightly at how put of breath everyone was. "We can hear you all the way across the wall. Wil sent me over here to get you to shut up. Managment was looking pretty upset when I was making my way over here too. Might be because I stole some candy from the reception desk earlier too though." He muttered the last bit quieter, covering it up poorly with a cough before looking back at you.

"Oh. Uh, sorry about that. Well, I died for a little bit, I think?" You scratched the back of your neck. Charlie nodded vigorously. A bit too vigorously to be discussing the topic of your supposed death if you were being honest.

"Yes. And from natural causes. Definitely not murder of any sorts! No, not at all! An all natural one. All natural death that is."

Tommy just tilted his head in Phil's direction, clearly not believing either of your very convincing tales.

"They were having a tickle fight over the legos you lot bought earlier." He ignored you and Charlie's whines to shut up as he talked to Tommy, who by now was laughing.

"A tickle fight?" He stepped forward and closed the door behind him, blue eyes shining with mischief as he grinned. "Without me? For shame you bastards."

"No. Tommy dont you dare, I know what you're thinking, mate. No no no I'm not about to let all of you just—and there you go. For christ's sake, Wil's going to kill me."

Phil backed away further on the bed, just nearly being missed as Tommy jumped onto Charlie and sent him sprawling, the two of them rolling around in a blur of colors in the hotel room while each tried to overpower the other.

You yourself were practically kneeling over with laughter, pumping a fist in the air while rooting for Tommy, only stopping at one point to pick up Charlie's glasses off the ground so they wouldn't get crushed in all the chaos.

It didn't last long, really, before Charlie let out a guttural cry and replicated what you had done earlier, falling limp as if he was now nothing but a corpse on a battlefield.

"And the winner is Tommathy Innit!!" You hollered cheerfully despite the groans of Phil to shut up, beaming at Tommy as he stood triumphantly, Charlie laying on the ground below spread out like a starfish. A very sweaty, very exhausted starfish. You imagined that you didn't look much different from him at the time though.

"Thank you, thank you! Really!" Tommy was now parading around the small confines of the room with his nose in the air. Doing what sounded like a very bad impression of a snooty car salesman as he went. "I'd like to thank my many wives, including Philza Minecraft's, and—oof!"

Everyone laughed as they watched Tommy shakily raise a fist from where he was now lying face first on the carpet, shooting a thumbs up to let you all know that he was okay from his sudden trip over a luggage bag.

"Graceful mate. Real graceful. Watch out for the suitcases next time though, Tommy."

"Fuck you lot." Was all he said before dissolving into laughter, most everyone following suit.

[modelbus]

Coming out to MCYT's

MCYT's included: Tommy, Wilbur, Ranboo, Dream

Tommy

He's definitely the type to not even realize you're trying to come out to him at first.

Man just nods and hums before it hits him, and he goes all "oh" with wide eyes. Not in a bad way, just in an "I'm such a dumbass for not immediately realizing" kind of way.

Once he realizes this, he quickly attempts to elaborate on the fact he totally supports you.

"Poggers" definitely gets said somehow.

In the end though, he's really genuine and truly wants you to know it's cool with him.

If you come out to him as liking girls, he'll tell you that he'll talk about girls with you.

Later he'll realize how much it means that you trusted him to come out to him, and he'll be all smiley for a while after.

He won't tease you about it until you give him the go-ahead though, just in case. It's an important part of you, and he wants to make sure you feel completely comfortable and safe to be yourself around him.

If he doesn't know much about what you came out to him as, he'll go out of his way to research everything and really make sure to understand you.

Wilbur

Unlike Tommy, he gets it the first time.

He is going all out for you, showering you in love and praise, and just overall being so proud of you for feeling comfortable enough to come out to him.

"I'm so proud of you"

He offers to take you to pride festivals if you want.

He also suggests buying a cake for your coming out, but if you don't want it to be a huge deal he'll drop it completely.

"We could get a cake!" "You just want an excuse for cake." "Yeah, and this is important!"

Kind of like Tommy, he offers to talk to you about whoever you like, no matter their gender or anything.

Hug!! You're getting a hug!!

Another researcher, just to make sure you feel comfortable and like you can talk to him easily.

One happy man.

Ranboo

Thumbs up.

On a more serious note, he'll hug you and start talking about how proud he is of you.

"Oh. OH! Oh my God!"

Probably makes a joke about the gays taking over - "we're growing by the day!"

If you come out over text, there will definitely be ":D" or "<3" used in his response.

Makes sure you definitely know you can go to him about gender and sexuality stuff, he's always there to talk stuff out.

Invites for pride charity events!

"You should join --! If you want to, that is."

Eye crinkles.

Wisely nodding.

If you're not a hugger, then you'll have to deal with the awkwardness of getting a pat on the back.

Dream

Proud dad/brother mode activated.

Warm hug when you come out, and if you're really emotional and crying he'll dump Patches into your lap.

"I love you no matter what."

He is ordering you so much pride stuff, and dragging you to pride with him.

Wide smiles because he's so damn proud of you for feeling comfortable with who you are and coming out to him.

Jokingly offers to buy a cake. He doesn't actually, but don't think you don't notice how your favorite dinner is made.

Honestly, he knew from the second you said you wanted to tell him something that you were going to come out to him. It's the sixth sense in him.

Makes sure not to cut you off at all, knowing exactly how important this moment is for you.

Definitely really drives home the point that you can talk to him about anything, especially this stuff, he's always there for you.

He'll suggest watching a cheesy movie like "Love, Simon", insisting it's the best movie.

[glorious-poetato]

[Celebrity crush]

Tommyinnit x Celebrity/actor!reader

Warnings:mentions of eating gross food

Summary: your tommys Celebrity crush and in a spill your guts interview you reveal he's yours.

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"Hello, y/n welcome so glad you could make it." James cordon said "thankyou for the invite I almost declined because of the gross food involved. So I plan to just answer all the questions." I replied "well let's not waste any time and start the game." James stated.

"Okay so if you decide you can't answer the question you have to eat the gross concoction of food in front of you." James explained. "So y/n I'll start easy with the first question. What film was your favorite to act on?" James questioned. "Oh that's easy it 100% has to be stranger things. I made so many friends and it's just lovely working with everyone their." I said simply.

He continued asking me questions some being harder then others. I ended up only eating one gross thing as I didn't have many secrets are Celebrity drama. That was until he asked if I had a crush on any other celebrities. The truth was I did and I didn't know if I wanted them to find out. I almost ended up talking a bite of worm spaghetti. I could bring myself to do it though. Reluctantly I said "Fine I'll tell you my Celebrity crush I really hope they don't see this though that would be embarrassing. Okay my Celebrity crush issssss......tommyinnit aka tom simons or whatever you want to refer to him as."

James smirked "don't worry I'm sure he won't see" he said while winking at the camera. For some reason that wasn't very convincing. I finish up the interview hope that you revealed nothing to bad And thanking James for having me.

A few days later I open Twitter to see y/ninnit trending. Oh God what have I done I'm not to shocked though as I kind of figured this would happen. But I was more worried if he had saw the video yet.

Wilbur's pov:

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I had started streaming and chat immediately filled with watch y/n's spill your guts interview. Or has tommy see y/n's interview. I was just going to do a chatting stream today but now I'm here reacting to y/n's interview. I'm toward the end now still confused why chat wanted me to watch it. That's when I hear y/n get asked who their Celebrity crush is. When I hear the answer I turn to and ask "chat should I call tommy?" Little did they know tommys Celebrity crush was actually y/n.

Tommy's pov:

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I get a call on discord from wilbur immediately answer. "HELLO" I yell. I almost got cut off by wilbur saying "Tommy did you see Y/n's spill your guts interview yet?" "No I haven't. why?" I question him. He then tells me to go watch it from the 8 minutes mark then to call him back. I tell him okay and hang up. I then open a tab and bring up the interview skipping to the 8 minute mark.

I watch for a second till y/n gets asked who their Celebrity crush is and they hesitate for a bit but then I hear "Tommyinnit aka tommy simons" I go wide eyed I was her Celebrity crush she knows I exist. I immediately calm down and call will.

"WILBUR I'M Y/N'S CELEBRITY CRUSH. SHE THINKS I'M A CELEBRITY. SHE KNOWS I EXIST. OH MY GOD WHAT IF SHE IS WATCHING. WHAT DO I DO WILL?" I yell into the mic.

"Tommy calm down and stop yelling you're giving me a headache" wilbur tells me "Okay will I'm sooo calmmm now TELL ME WHAT TO DO! please." I say "Tommy just send her a message or something." Will tells me "Okay bye will bye chat." I say as I hang up. I go to Twitter and go to y/n profile sending a message saying.

"Hey it would be really cool if we could meet up and do a vlog together" I see her begin to type and say "I would love too I'll be in brighten next week for a event so we could do it then if you'd like."I look at the message in disbelief and quickly say that's cool and I send one final message saying"If I don't disipont you when we meet would you like to go on a date" "That would be amazing" she says. I can't wait to tell will about this I think.

The end

(Sorry for any spelling or grammar mistakes)

-poe <3

[average-vibe]

~You First~

Pairing: Tom Simons X Fem!Reader

Summary: Friends to lovers w Tommy

Genre: fluffffffff

TW: cursing

Request: “OMG I ABSOLUTELY LOVE LOVE *LOVE* TAUNT!!!! CAN WE PLEASE GET BLESSED WITH A TOMMY VERSION, ITS ALL I NEED TO SEE IN LIFE I SWEAR OH MY GOD THIS BLOG IS HEAVEN”

AN: Hi! i loved this request! basically it’s the same storyline as taunt but some parts are written differently! hope you love it! tysm for the love 🫶 (also this pic of tommy is so cute omg)

masterlist

BANG

You sighed with a smile as you picked out the blue top you were planning to wear.

BANG

“TOMMY! GIVE ME 2 MINUTES!” you shouted, pulling the shirt over your body. You grabbed your shoes and bag, and head out of the door, where you saw tommy. His hair disheveled and shirt wrinkly. He looked messy. but also cute.

“Geez, Simons. Did you wake up 3 seconds ago?” you playfully asked, looking at him up and down.

Tom rolled his eyes. “At least I’m not 20 minutes late!” he excused, pulling his hair, making it look slightly less terrible. “And i was going to say that i liked your shirt, but i guess not.”

you rolled your eyes, cheeks slightly turning into a pink color. “Fine. I guess your shoes look alright.” you said it in a reluctant tone, but in reality, his shoes did look good. They were your favorite color, after all.

“Good, we’re even.” Tommy said, walking over to his car and opening the door for you. “M’lady,” he spoke, giving a bow.

“Thank you, kind gentleman!” you responded in the same tone.

This was how it always was. You and Tommy playing with eachother, wanting to make the other one smile or laugh. it was just the way everything was supposed to be. How you and him wanted it.

Well, how he wanted it.

obviously, you loved him. He was one of the things you lived for, at this point. But you had always wanted more. You loved him so much you didn’t know what to do with yourself. If you weren’t so stubborn, you would say you were in love with him.

But those thoughts had to stay in your head. You couldn’t ruin the friendship over some selfish desires.

“Hey, earth to YN.” Tommy said, hopping into the car. “Pretty sure this is the quietest you’ve ever been.” he joked, making you fool your eyes with a smile.

“Mhm. You should try it sometime. It’s peaceful.”

“Oh, is it?”

“Yup.”

“Only for you.” he flirted, smirking at you. Oh course, tommy would change a playful conversation into a flirtatious one in a matter of seconds. you blushed.

“Shut up, Tom.”

Tommy POV

As the two of you rode down the road, on the way to a Café taht you had convinced him to try, Tom couldn’t help but to glance at you. You had just become so pretty after so many years. He had always thought you were pretty, but somehow, you kept on getting more and more beautiful as time wore on.

“What?” You asked, raising an eyebrow.

Shit.

You had caught him staring.

“Keep your eyes on the road, Simons.” You reminded him, Toms cheeks flushing red.

“Can’t help it sometimes, YN.” Tommy said, regretting the words as they left his mouth.

He ignored your body turning towards him in shock, eyes blown wide.

“What did you say?” you asked.

“I dunno. Didn’t say nothing.” Tommy replied, nervously fidgeting as he drove.

“Yeah, you did. I heard you!” You said, smiling now. “I heard what you said!” you said in a sing-song voice.

“If you heard, what did i say?” he asked, smirking.

“You said that i was pretty! You can’t keep your pretty little eyes on me can you?”

“You think my eyes are pretty?”

“I’ll answer when you answer mine.” you retorted, a sly smile on your face.

“You first.”

“No way!”

Tommy kept silent at that for once, eyes kept on the road. The car ride was quiet for the rest of the time, small glances being shared between the two of you.

Reader POV

You watched Tommy order as you paid and sat down. Eventually, he sat down next to you. “Gonna talk or just gonna stare?” you asked, smirking.

“I think i’m just gonna stare.” he answered, smiling lightly at you. You blushed at that, looking down.

“In case you haven’t noticed, i like you. a lot. And i wasn’t planning on telling you like this, either.” He said, almost so quiet you couldn’t hear.

“I like you too, Tommy. I have for a while now.”

His small smile turned into a wide grin, eyes bright.

“You do?”

“Of course.”

——

AN: HEY BBGS! HOPE U LOVED IT!

[bruciemilf]

your cod oc is so cute could you talk more about her i’d love to hear 😭🫶

TYYYYYYY SO MUCH!! Her name is Talia :D I was just really enamored by the concept of "ok so what if barbie was a black widow" and boom, she sprouted.

My main idea for the brothers and woes verse is that Simon's brother, Tommy, is placed in a team that's all women as a dig to his sexuality when he first comes out as gay, but he's like SIKE bitch i love it here.

Talia is basically the team's little powerhouse, and i just love the concept of a hyperfeminine character being considered "the muscle", so to speak. She's basically a puppy.

I love to imagine a friendship between her and Valeria; Very much Joey and Frankie coded. "I missed you!!" "Okay." "YOU NEVER SAY IT BACK! Guys, by the way, this is not a bit-- Val is really bad with like. Emotions."

"I just saw you, pendeja!"

"When I'm at home, i think, oh wow I wonder what Val is doing right now."

"So as soon as we're not together, I should miss you immediately."

"Yes."

"What the fuck-"

"When I'm not with Simon, or with Bunny, I immediately am like -- i can't wait to see them."

"...Your HUSBAND and CHILD?"

"I consider you apart of the family!"

I literally cannot stop smiling thinking about this sunshine of a woman sipping strawberry milk after brutally killing 4 grown men and Ghost internally losing it inside. SHE AND SOAP WOULD TERRORIZE HIM.

To me, Talia is the kind of person who barks back at dogs at the park because she honestly thinks they can talk, and that makes her dynamic with Simon so. God.

Anyway i love my barbie chaotic good battle butterfly holy shit

[metfell]

if for some reason i ever met tommyinnit in real life while his mother was around i would approach and completely ignore him and go "OH MY GOD SARAH SIMONS AKA MIDDLE AGED FAT LASS??? IM A HUGE FAN I LOVE YOUR CONTENT!!!!" start talking about my favorite podcast moments and youtube videos, and then id hand my phone to tommy look him dead in the eyes and say "are you guys related? can you take a pic of us?"

[iravaid]

I love your writing so much, your Simon Riley in Situations series is probably one of my favorite works in the entire fandom!!! The way you write tommy and simon’s relationship gives me so much emotions lol, like even though it only comes up a couple times in the entire series there’s just so much there! That flashback we get in in the desert was just a brief glimpse, and yet it was so much more powerful than how they were written in the entire canon comic (which might not be saying much because that comic left a lot to be desired, but still) It had me imagining their relationship as kids, and how tommy probably had a much easier time navigating their dad’s moods while simon struggled to pick up the social cues and unspoken meanings behind words and stuff like that, and how tommy, as a kid growing up in a pretty ableist society who had probably never even heard of autism until his teen years, would probably get frustrated with simon and not understand why he couldn’t just say the right things when he needed to, why he couldn’t just do what he needed to do to not make the situation worse (and simon feeling the same way and wondering why he couldn’t just know how to smile and say what people wanted to hear, like tommy) (This ended up being long and rambling but your fics just give me so many riley brothers feels lol XD)

Oh shit!! Thank you so much!!!! I'm so happy you enjoy this series, especially the relationship between Tommy and Simon!! It's genuinely so interesting to me and has a lot of potential to be built upon, considering how little there is for them in the comics (both a blessing and a curse let's be honest).

Augh, yeah, them as kids has a lot of emotional oomph, especially if taken the way I have, in all essentialities, taken the characters in my grubby mitts and gotten lint all over them. Tommy probably was the golden child in this family, Nigel played a lot of games in tormenting his kids, and I imagine turning them against each other, or at the very least Tommy against Simon, was one of them. I wonder if that dynamic might have changed when Simon left, leaving Tommy to be the only child in the house and no longer having a 'weird' older brother occupying the role of scapegoat (and protector, in his own way). In the beginning, I can see Tommy hating Simon for leaving, it's easier than hating his abusive dad at this point.

Things do change for the better, and in all honesties I can see Tommy getting therapy/counselling as an adult and learning how to become better adjusted and look back on his childhood with a trauma-informed lense, equipped with a kind of knowledge and vocabulary Simon doesn't/refuses to have. Internalied ableism definitely informs how they process their trauma and percieve therapy, and for Simon this is another brick in that wall after growing up the 'strange' one in the family that just doesn't get it. This is another thing he doesn't get, and it's a source of anger for him.

I imagine there is a lot of frustration for Tommy in the things you mentioned above, which is a dynamic I love love love, considering Autistic Simon growing up in Manchester in the 80s/90s at this point would be. A Lot for both of them, for different reasons. I imagine it would serve to emphasise that feeling of isolation Simon feels in this series, and I would go so far as to say Tommy doesn't hear the word 'autism' until he's an adult/in his 20s. Before then it was always alluded to, or people saying 'he's rather... odd.' about Simon with a strange expression on their faces. Autism and Asperger's (it's an outdated term now, but one that was used then) were very stigmatised and you were seen as there was something wrong with you or you were 'slow'.

God but their potential brotherhood when Simon comes back and kicks Nigel out of the house, and helps Tommy heal. I really love the complexity of their relationship, how two brothers who survived an awful childhood have different ways of coping and healing from it. Again, all in our collective heads, but I'm happy the comics only gave us the bare bones to play with. We'll grow our own meat, with blackjack and hookers.

I really want to write/am in the process of writing a fic set in Tommy's POV, waiting for his brother, beginning from Simon being announced missing after he's caught by Roba, to him being found and returned home, and ending just before That Scene. I want to explore their brotherhood through Tommy's eyes, how disparate some parts of them are and how similar others have ended up, as well as play on a theme Ghost haunting the family well before Simon is returned and believes himself dead. I'm unsure how it'll end up, but the goal is a 20k oneshot. Hopin to work on it in earnest in August, when Art Fight is over :D

Again! Thank you so much for this message! Had a big grin reading this, I'm so happy you liked those fics! Hell yeah!

[luckyqueenreign]

Hi!!!!! I've read "Come Back home x jade" and "First Impressions" and I love it so much!!! and I've read in your first impressions that you'll make a POV of Suresh! I was wondering if you'll ever make it!!! Oh! Thank you so much for the scripts btw!!!

Thank you so much 🥹🥹

I had the blueprint but went back and actually finished this today because of your kind words!! hope you enjoy!! Also if you ever want to be tagged on future Suresh fics let me know!

@fujiihime

First Impressions – Suresh POV 

TW: Aggressive Sexual Behavior

Suresh closed his eyes and rubbed his temples together with his hands. 

“You look like, you could use a drink,” Simon said. 

He opened his eyes and his coworker Simon stood at his office doorway. 

“This McCarthy case…there’s so much to do,” Suresh said shuffling papers on his oversized mahogany desk. 

“Come on, it’s my birthday! We’re going to your favorite bar, The Social, and the McCarthy case will still be waiting for us on Monday.” 

“OK, give me 30 minutes, I just want to wrap up a few things here.” 

“YES! See you there.” 

---

As Suresh walked into the swanky cocktail bar, he could feel the usual stares and attention that he normally received from women. Two blondes and a brunette sat up a little straighter as he walked past and gave him the tell-tale “bedroom eyes,” he flashed a wide smile at them and made his way over to the bar. 

Before he was able to place a drink order the bartender came over and placed a drink in front of him. 

“Here you go, Suresh!” said the bartender. 

“Tommy, I didn’t order a drink yet,” said Suresh confused. 

The bartender then pointed to two girls who were sat on the opposite end of bar. Suresh lifted his glass and mouthed a thank you. 

Well I should go over there and thank those two properly then. 

 “There he is!” Simon shouted excitedly behind him. 

Suresh turned around to greet Simon. 

“Hey Simon, You know I wouldn’t actually miss your birthday!” He moved closer to Simon and whispered “I have to go thank those two ladies at the other end of the bar for my first drink.” 

“Wait! Before you do that, because I know that will take you away all night, come meet my girlfriend, Chloe. She’s at the that table over there with her friend Gemma.” Suresh followed where Simon was motioning and then he saw her. Gemma. An absolutely stunning woman in an emerald green dress, her light brown hair was styled in soft waves that landed right above her breasts. Her tanned legs glistened as she adjusted one leg over the other. She was laughing at something Chloe said, God he loved the way she laughed. Her smile, the way her eyes were crinkling at the sides. 

“Suresh?”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s go meet the girls.” As he walked to their table, he realized he was nervous.

Wait, what just happened? Why is she getting up? Is she leaving? Oh, looks like she’s headed to the toilets. OMG Suresh relax. 

“Chloe - this is my friend Suresh! What happened to Gemma?” Simon said. 

“Oh, Hey Suresh, pleasure to finally meet you in person! We had a little accident; I spilled a little wine on her, so she went to the bathroom to clean herself off. She’ll be back in just a bit.” 

As Suresh sat there making polite conversation with Chloe and Simon, he kept glancing at the door to the bathroom. 

Get a grip Suresh. She’s walking to the bar. Now’s my chance to go meet her and buy her a drink. Play it cool. Pretend you don’t know her name. 

The bar was much busier than it was when he first arrived, he was relieved to notice the two women that bought him his first drink were now gone. Gemma walked over to the only empty stool at the bar and set her purse on the seat. Even though there were more people now at the bar, it was still only staffed by one overwhelmed bartender, Tommy. Suresh noticed Gemma trying to get his attention a few times but was failing to do so. 

“Hey Tommy, can we get the lady here a drink?” he asked. 

She turned back to look at him and just nodded and said, “Thank you.” 

Suresh flashed her an inviting smile, “My name is Suresh. I couldn’t help but notice you having some trouble from across the room and had to come to the aid of a damsel in distress.” 

Gemma rolled her eyes. OOF an eye roll. 

“Does that line actually work for you, Suresh?” 

Suresh chuckled, “Just trying to show you chivalry is not dead.” 

“I’m good, thanks.” 

“I think we have some mutual friends. I went to law school with Simon and we’re working at the same law firm now. You were just sat at his table with his girlfriend Chloe, right?”

“Yes, that’s right.” 

Before he could ask anything else, Tommy returned with a new glass of wine and placed it in front of Gemma. Suresh went to pull out his wallet to pay and Gemma blocked his hand and said “No, thank you” as she handed the bartender cash. 

She grabbed her drink and turned towards him, “I’m not a damsel in distress and I’m perfectly capable of ordering and paying for my own glass of wine.” With a smug look on her face she started to walk back towards the table. 

“Hey wait!” Suresh said as she continued to walk without turning back. 

“Your purse!” With that she paused. With a self-satisfied smiled on his face, he started to walk towards her and held her bag out to her. 

Finally something she wants. 

She motioned for him to give it to her, and he swats it out of her reach. 

“What are you doing? Give me back my bag.” 

“I will gladly hand over your purse for your name,” he says smiling. 

She rolls her eyes. ANOTHER EYE ROLL. 

“Gemma” and she motioned for him to give her, her bag back. 

“Gemma, Gem, lovely name. Can I ask you Gemma, why do you hate me so much when we’ve only just met?” 

She sighs. “I don’t hate you, Suresh. I’ve just seen guys like you all the time. You think by buying me a drink tonight, you’re entitled to more from me. Unfortunately for you, I don’t have hot lawyer guy on my hookup bingo card tonight.” She grabs her purse from his hand and starts to walk back to her friends. 

“So, you think, I’m hot then?” he smiles. 

She looks back at him, rolls her eyes and walks off. 

Third eye roll. She’s driving me mad with these eye rolls.

He watches as she makes her way back to the table and chats with Chloe who makes her laugh. God, I love that laugh. 

Simon walks over to Suresh with a smirk on his face. “It’s not every day you see Edinburgh’s Most Eligible Bachelor strike out!” 

“I didn’t strike out with Gemma,” Suresh said. 

“What would you call that then?” asked Simon. 

“Just a first impression.”

---

One week later…

“Fuck! I’m going to be late!” Simon said as he starts to gather the file boxes he was working with on the floor of Suresh’s office. “Can we finish the McCarthy file on Monday?” As he hurries to grab his coat.

“Yes, that’s fine. Mate where’s the fire?” Suresh said.

“It’s Chloe’s birthday! It’s at this club all the way downtown and with the traffic I’m going to be so late!”

“Wait will Gemma be there?” 

“Yes of course… mate you’re not seriously thinking of pursuing her when she shot you down royally last time, we saw her.” 

“She didn’t shoot me down. I already told you; it was a first impression. I don’t care I’m coming with you. What’s the name of the club? I’ll meet you there.” 

---

Suresh and Simon walk into the swanky nightclub, Becky Hill’s “Crazy What Love Can Do” thumps in the background as revelers start to dance as the bass drops. While Suresh scans the club looking for Gemma but doesn’t spot her, Simon sends Chloe a text. 

“Let’s get a drink while we wait for Chloe to text me back,” Simon says as he motions towards the bar. 

Suresh leads the way, still scanning the club for any sight of Gemma.  It’s her best friends birthday she’d be on time for that right? 

“Two double scotch, please” he says to the blonde bombshell bartender. 

“Who’s the other one for?” She asks.

Suresh points to Simon who’s just a few feet away but can’t hear the exchange. 

“How about I give you boys these drinks for free in exchange for your number?” She sexily leans forward towards Suresh’s face.

“I’m flattered but I can’t we both have girlfriends.” Both? Only one of us has a girlfriend. And you’re not one of them. 

“First one is still on the house because you’re a loyal boyfriend, and those are too rare.”

He thanks her as he takes the drinks and walks back over to Simon. Fuck I’m an absolute idiot right now. I’m rejecting girls’ advances and Gemma seems to want absolutely nothing from me. 

“I’ve found the girls! Chloe!” He shouts over the music. 

And that’s when he sees her, she looks stunning in a red dress that hugs every curve. Her long, soft wavy hair bounces as she dances along to the beat. She has a slight sheen from dancing with her friends. As they walk closer, he and Gemma make eye contact and he gives her a small smile. 

He’s still about 7 paces away when a guy comes up behind her and tries to dance with her. Gemma gives him a polite no, but he keeps gyrating on her. She starts to push him away, but he becomes more forceful and grabs her back to him. Suresh runs over and with one hand pushes Gemma’s aggressive dance partner away. He stumbles backwards in a drunken stupor and falls on some people on the dance floor. The drunken idiot tries to come back to confront them but Suresh gives him a look that makes him put his hands up and walk away.

He looks back to Gemma, who’s fixing her dress but clearly shaken up. 

“Are you ok?” He asks as he searches for the answer in her eyes.  

“I’m fine Suresh, I was handling it,” she snaps.

“Are you serious right now? Even when I try to help you, you still have to keep up the ice queen act?” 

“Ice queen act? You want a medal for helping with what? Pushing a drunken loser off of me? I’ve already told you, I’m not a damsel in distress, I can take care of myself Suresh.”

“Great, I’ll leave you to it then,” he storms away from her and heads towards the bar.  

Suresh didn’t understand how he could be so infuriated by someone but still feel what could only be stirrings of something more. He hated to admit it, but Simon was right, this was now his second strike out with her. She was clearly not interested in him. He wasn’t a gambling man, better to cut his losses now when his heart wasn’t attached. The bar was much busier then when they first arrived, and the cute bartender was taking her sweet time now that she knew he wasn’t an available prospect. Why am I still even here? It’s Simon’s girlfriend’s birthday. I barely know Chloe. 

As he leaned his back on the bar looking at the dance floor, he saw her again. She shouted something over the music and her friends just gave her a thumbs up and continued to dance to the music. As Gemma walked through the throngs of people, Suresh noticed that he wasn’t the only one watching her. In the distance and much closer to her was the drunk stranger who tried to dance with her earlier. He pointed at her and high fived his friends as he started following her. It seemed he had something much more sinister in store for Gemma then their dance earlier. 

“Gemma!!” Suresh screamed. 

“GEMMA!” 

It was no use. The music was too loud. There were too many people. Suresh’s heart began to burst out of his chest, he pushed through people a little harder than he should’ve, but he had to get to her. He had to save Gemma. 

“No!” he heard her scream. 

He ran down the long, dark hallway to the bathrooms. 

Gemma. 

Suresh rushed through the door. Anger coursing through every inch of his body. How dare this drunken loser try to touch Gemma without her consent not once but twice in one evening. Suresh runs in and easily overpowers the drunk stranger and punches him across the jaw. The drunk guy groans on the floor, Suresh wants to break every bone in his body for even thinking of touching Gemma, but he doesn’t want to scare her. He takes off his suit jacket and drapes it over shoulders, her dress strap has ripped and Gemma’s now holding one side up. He grabs her bag and holds her close as they walk through the throngs of happy club goers. 

As they exit the club, the overwhelming emotions of everything that just happened come rushing out of her and she starts to cry. 

He stops walking and hugs her close to him. He rests his chin on the top of her head as he strokes her hair and says “It’s ok Gemma. I’ve got you, you’re safe.” 

She’s safe. 

“Come on, let’s get you home,” he says. 

He holds her tight as they walk to his car, he opens her door for her, and she hesitates. 

She doesn’t even know you. She’s not going to want to get in the car with you. 

“Gemma, I’m not trying to hurt you, I just want to take you home.” 

And for the first time Suresh actually felt she believed him. He looked into her striking green eyes and she immediately softened, gave him a smile and got into his car.  

She gave him her address and he input it into his car’s GPS. 

“Thank you. If it weren’t for you, tonight could’ve …” She trails off but Suresh knows what she’s thinking. 

“You don’t need to thank me. You’re safe now and that’s all that matters.” Suresh goes to take her hand in his and she grabs his hand in return, but when she does, he winces.

“Omg Suresh, your hand.”

As he looks down his knuckles are bleeding, and his hand looks swollen. 

“It’s fine, Gemma. I’m ok.” She gently cradles his hand to take a closer look and he winces again.

“No, Suresh this looks really bad. We’re less than a minute away from my apartment. I’ll take care of it for you. You’re not going to be able to do it yourself with one hand.” 

With that he agrees. As they arrive at her flat, he swings around to her side of the car to open the door and help her out of the car. 

Her building is a two story home that was converted into two apartments. As she opens the door to let him in, he steps into a small foyer that leads him two separate ways he can see to the left is the living room and straight forward is a hallway that leads to the kitchen. The apartment is small but cozy and tidy. She leads him into the kitchen, and he sits at a small table waiting for his “nurse” to cure him. 

She moves methodically throughout her apartment to get everything he needs. On her fridge she has pictures of her smiling with friends on holidays, birthday parties and hen nights. She returns with a first aid kit. 

“Ok you’re not going to like this part, but we need to do it.” 

He grimaces as she says “Up! To the sink! We need to clean the cuts.” 

As she cleans his hand he winces “ahh!! AH! ah!”

“Oh, don’t be such a baby!” she laughs. 

Suresh holds his breath while he lets her clean his hand. She bandages it with ease and the care of a nurse or doctor. 

“Are you a nurse, then?” He asks.

Gemma giggles and says “No, I just have a younger brother” she turns to her refrigerator and pokes around until she finds it, a bag of frozen peas. She gently places it on his bandaged hand. “Come with me.” 

She leads him to the living room with the peas in hand, and points to her couch. “Sit. Leave this on for at least 20 minutes. I need to shower this night off of me. Don’t poke around, I’ll be right back to check on you.” 

Suresh smiles a half smile “thank you.” 

In the living room, he noticed a few framed photos one at Christmas with what looked to be her parents and her brother, the family all smiling around a gorgeous, lush tree. Another with her best friend Chloe on a vacation, where she looked tanned and absolutely stunning. The third seemed to be her at graduation but before he could take a closer look she shouted in the hallway “I said no poking! Just lay on the couch!” 

“You’re no fun!” He shouted back. He smirked as he headed back to the couch. 

Gemma. I’m in Gemma’s flat. I know there’s something here. We have a connection. I feel it. 

He wasn’t sure if it was the emotionally charged night or the fight, but he felt drained. He struggled to keep his eyes open and within minutes he fell into a deep sleep. 

—-

Suresh awoke with a throbbing pain in his hand, and a sense of panic of when you first wake up in an unfamiliar place. He noticed she covered him with a blanket and took off his shoes, he smiled thinking of her struggling to lift his legs onto the couch. He checked his phone 8:58AM. 

He considered two thoughts, the first being his usual and most consistent thought in relationships or as he affectionately termed them, situationships, leave. This girl has shown zero interest in him, has pushed him away at every turn, and clearly doesn’t want to be with him. And the second thought being what If he just stayed a bit longer, she had a hard night and maybe she needs company. Maybe he could cook her breakfast or make her a coffee. There was something different about Gemma, she was special. She wasn’t going to ever take his shit and he wanted to show her and prove to her that he could be a great guy for her. 

That’s when he decided to go for the latter option. He got up and headed to her kitchen. He looked in the fridge and grabbed a few things eggs, toast, butter, jam and some bacon. He started the coffee pot while he quietly cooked them breakfast.

“What are you doing?” Gemma asked sleepily as she entered the kitchen. 

“Morning Gemma, thought I’d reciprocate your nursing with some breakfast” he said with his back to her. 

As he turned to her, Gemma lazily smiled at him. She gathered her hair away from her face and put it in a top knot. A few strands of hair fell close to her face. She was wearing a weathered band T-shirt with a band name that was barely visible from so many washes, too big, grey sweatpants, but his chest felt tight with want when he saw her. 

“Do you need help?” 

“Maybe you can grab plates, forks, knives, and mugs for the coffee? I couldn’t find your milk either.”

“I don’t have milk,” she shrugs. “I normally just drink it black with two sugars” 

“What!? How do you not have milk?” 

“All of this outrage for some milk?” She laughs as she grabs everything he’s asked for.

Her laughter is infectious and makes Suresh laugh as he plates their breakfast. He hands her a plate, and they head to the table to eat.

Gemma took her first bite and looked at him surprised. “This is actually decent.”

“Decent?” He scoffed as he took a bite, “it’s delicious!” 

“I wouldn’t go that far,” she winked.

“So, you’re not a nurse, you’re not a lawyer, what do you do for work?” He asks 

“Why would you assume I’m not a lawyer?”

“I asked Simon at his birthday” 

“So, you’ve been asking about me?” 

He laughs “I guess you could say that, but I haven’t had much luck. All Simon said was ‘to be fair mate I have no bloody idea’” 

She laughs at his imitation of Simon. 

“I’m a marketing manager at a record label.” 

“Wow that’s a much cooler job than lawyer. Can you sing?”

“Now that would be telling!” 

“Come on please, let’s hear a note!” 

“Maybe some other time Suresh.” She gets up and starts clearing their empty plates and mugs. 

“So you’re saying there will be another time then?”

She places the dirty dishes in the sink and turns to face him. She pretends to be thinking it over and she smiles.

“I guess so”

Suresh beams at her and screams “YES!” 

Gemma giggles. Her laughter is interrupted by a call coming from his phone still in the living room. He gets up to retrieve it and he pokes his head back in the kitchen and says “Sorry, it’s my Boss. Let me call him back.” 

“Hey James! Sorry I missed your call.” Pause “Yes I’m actually working on the McCarthy file as we speak, I should be able to send you a first pass in a few hours.” Pause. “It’s not trouble at all! Talk soon.” 

FUCK.FUCK.FUCK I need to call Simon ASAP. We’re going to need to get these done ASAP. 

Suresh runs back to the kitchen. 

“Work calls on a Saturday! And lying to the boss!” She giggles. 

“Hey! That was a private conversation! And anyways, I have most of it completed.” 

Liar. 

“I’m just teasing you, but I won’t hold you up any longer.” 

Suresh…you really have to go. But her giggle.

“I can help you with the dishes and leave after that,” he offers. 

Washing dishes will take no time. McCarthy. Promotion. Raise. 

“No, it’s alright I got them.”

Why can’t you just leave. You have so much work to do.  

“They’ll take no time at all! Let me help you.” He starts to grab the pans from the stovetop. 

“You wash, I’ll dry?”

He smiles at her, “Perfect” 

This feels so normal. 

They wash the dishes in a comfortable silence, each relishing these quiet moments together. Neither wanting the moment to end. Their hands and arms graze a few times as they wash and dry. He hands her the last pan, “See! I told you it would take no time.” 

She smiles, “Thank you” 

He smiles back at her, dries off his hands and heads into the living room to grab his things. Suresh heads to the door and Gemma follows closely behind him.  He turns around to face her. “Thank you for letting me unintentionally stay the night and for nursing me back to health” he smiles and holds out his arms to hug her goodbye. Gemma happily melts into his arms and savors these little moments. The hug lingers on for a bit longer than it should. 

“See you later, Gem.” He walks down the steps and heads towards his car. 

SHIT. Her number… I didn’t get her number. 

Suresh runs all the way back up her drive and up the stairs, he urgently knocks on the door until she answers, clearly out of breath. 

“Did you forget something?” she says as she opens the door. 

“Yes. Your number.” As he hands her his phone with a contact card already open for her. She adds it into his phone and hands it back to him. 

“I’ll call you” he said smiling as he turned back towards his car. 

Suresh bounded down the stairs positively giddy. He’d never felt this way before. He texted her his name so she could save his contact. 

S: Suresh

G: Gemma

S: Somehow this is still going better then when I first tried to get your name. 

Over the next few days, they spoke constantly. They spoke about anything and everything and Suresh knew he was falling for her. He made a habit of calling her on his lunch break daily and they would eat lunch together over the phone. He would sit outside on the benches outside his large office building. It was becoming his favorite part of the day. Today he tried texting and calling her, and she didn’t answer. 

S: Good morning beautiful

S: got a coffee a la gemma today and I hated it. #justice4milk

S: hey u ok? 

S: you missed our lunch date and you’re ghosting me now? 

S: did I bore you with all my deposition talk yesterday?  

….

No response.

He quietly ate his salad and for the first time he really missed her. Today was the day he was going to finally ask her out on a proper date. They’ve been talking all week daily, for hours on end and they were so compatible. 

Did I say something to set her off yesterday? 

He checked his phone again, no calls, no texts. The only notification was a calendar reminder for a meeting in 30 minutes.

He walked by Simon’s office, he was on a Facetime call and he recognized the voice, it was Chloe. Suresh ran in. “Hey Chloe!” 

Simon looked at him confused. 

“Hey Suresh!! How are you?” Chloe beamed. 

“I’m good, I was just wondering if you had heard from Gemma today.” 

With this Simon seemed to understand why Suresh had a sudden interest in talking to his girlfriend and he smirked. 

“Actually, now that you mention it, no I haven’t heard from her all day…should I tell her you were asking about her?” 

“Oh no its ok! I’ll tell her myself! Sorry to bother.” And with that Suresh rushed out of the office. 

What am I doing?

Suresh’s day dragged on. Minutes seemed to take hours, hours seemed to take days. He checked his phone every 5 minutes for there to be no notifications from her. 

As he packed up for the day her name light up his screen. Gemma. 

He answered within the first ring. 

“Gemma! What happened to you today?” 

“I’m sorry, I was late for work this morning because I spent the night talking to a certain someone and I forgot my phone charging at home.” 

He laughs. “Whew, I got concerned there for a second. But it did make me miss you a lot. I need to see you. Are you free tomorrow for dinner?” 

Gemma smiles wide, “Yeah I can do dinner.” 

“It’s a date then,” he says. 

--- 

Two bells chimed as he entered the flower shop. The smell of all of the various flower arrangements hit him all at once. The shop keeper greeted him “How can I help ya, deary!” 

“I’ve got a first date tonight that I need to impress,” Suresh said smiling. 

“Ahh, this might be your last first date ya know! I’ve got a feeling about these types of things.” 

She shuffled to the back and came out with a beautiful, large bouquet of flowers, in an ornate glass vase. 

“How’s this for ya last first date?” she said smiling. 

“I think that’ll do just fine.” 

--- 

Suresh walked up her drive and up her steps and realized he was nervous. Gemma made him feel things he’d never felt before. He’d never had a girlfriend before, Suresh wasn’t the committing type and after three weeks of knowing Gemma, he already knew he wanted her to be his girlfriend. They hadn’t even kissed yet. He hoped tonight that would change, but he would follow her pace. 

Three soft knocks. He could hear her rushing to the door. 

She’s as excited as I am. 

“WOW, Gem you look absolutely stunning. These are for you,” he said as he handed her a large bouquet of flowers. “They’re beautiful, thank you,” she said smiling at him as she placed the vase on her front entryway table. 

“Let’s go then,” he said as he held out his hand for her. 

As they arrive at the restaurant, Suresh can’t take his eyes off of Gemma. She looks absolutely stunning tonight. He can’t believe that this “dream girl” is actually with him tonight. Suresh checks in with the hostess and she leads them to their table. Their date is what anyone would classify as a perfect first date, they talked about their families, their travels, their hobbies & interests and discovered that they enjoyed a lot of the same things. 

“Should we order dessert?” Suresh asked. Anything to keep the date from ending. 

“The chocolate raspberry tart looks good,” Gemma said. 

Suresh smiles as he closes his menu, “that’s exactly what I wanted too. Let’s do that and two glasses of champagne.” 

When their order arrives, Suresh looks at her and says, “ladies first.” 

Gemma rolls her eyes. 

“Not this again,” she laughs but takes her first bite. 

Suresh laughs, “See this is what you get for being difficult. You’ve got chocolate on your face now. Come here I’ll help you, so you don’t make a bigger mess.” 

Gemma scoots closer to the table and leans over it, Suresh leans over too and starts to wipe away the chocolate. While he still holds her cheek, they stare into each other’s eyes. Gemma looks down at his lips Suresh wonders if she’s thinking about kissing him. 

Not wanting to waste a second longer she leans over the table and kisses him. The kiss starts off slow and tender but soon their want and need take over. She hears something crash around them but doesn’t stop to check what it is. The table next to them audibly gasps, annoyed at the display. But they can’t seem to part from the electricity of the kiss. 

Suresh hears someone clearing his throat loudly. Gemma finally parts from Suresh, she’s flushed and they’re both out of breath, her skirt has hitched up a bit, so she smooths it back down. The waiter has also noticed Gemma’s skirt and is visibly blushing and flustered. 

“I know it was an accident, but please don’t cause any more trouble,” the waiter says as he drops the check and walks away with the broken glass from the champagne flutes. 

Suresh looks at Gemma and they start to laugh. When they finally stop laughing, he reaches for her hand across the table and fondly smiles at her. Suresh kept thinking about what the shop keeper at the flower shop said that afternoon. “This might be your last first date ya know.” And he believed her. Because he couldn’t imagine wanting anyone in the world more than he wanted Gemma right now. 

“Should we get out of here?” she asked. 

“Thought you’d never ask,” he said smiling. 

[lilywastaken]

Hi love! Just wanted to tell you I was thinking of drawing a fan art for ménage series and I’d like some inspo for readers apartment, I was thinking of drawing reader with Tommy and Simon, what do you think? 🥹

OH MY GOD WHAT??? YES PLEASE 😭😭 I have a very detailed version of reader's flat in my mind so ask away!!! But for the general aesthetic of it, it's like a kind of aesthetic English granny home LMAOO

[8-rae-rae-8]

YOU DID NOT!!!! I AM EATING AND BITING! /aff /pos That second classification drabble was just - holy moly oh my god vnmufdi you're cooking so hard tonight SIMON FINALLY GETTIng THE LOVING FAMILY HE DESERVES!!!??? TOMMY MISSING LOOKING AFTER SIMON?!?! simon's dad rotting away? perfection such a sweet, angsty drabble! I loved it so much im crying /pos You did a wonderful job!!! <3

-Feral anon

THANK YOU FERAL ANON

I wrote it half asleep :)

His mom is partially out of the picture (because there's a lil alcoholism and he doesn't feel exactly safe since she enabled his dad) but Tommy is still there <33

It's a little bit of a 'what it would've been like if they didn't die that night' kinda thing 👀

I adore Simon and Tommy :((( /pos

[perasperaadastrawriting]

MESSAGES [GF/AAB]

AAB is owned by my love @dimaeva who deserves the whole universe and whatever lies behind its expanses.

also tagging @writingpotato07 because I know that you love them.

random text messages between freshly new parents and toddler menaces

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Famke: are you sure you can handle the twins?

Lachlan: Baby, yes, I am sure I can handle our sweet girls. Enjoy the day.

Famke: you really sure?

Lachlan: baby, yes. Enjoy the day you deserve this so much, mi vida.

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[the boys chat]

Vidmantas: has anyone seen my child?

Aivars: which of the two?

Vidmantas: Nadzieja. Mykolas is wrecking havoc with Valeria and Alex.

Sebastian: she's right next to Justus, both listen to a radio play.

Vidmantas: Oh thank God.

Alejandro: did you seriously thought you've lost Nadzieja?! Oi, hermano!

Aivars: weren't you just chasing after Raquel?

Alejandro: Weren't you just chasing after Sofi?

Aivars:

Tommy: oh, I am lucky then. Because Simon and Rodolfo are little angels.

James: unfair. Iona, Wren and Valeria throw their toys at me.

Lachlan: friends. Let's go and retrieve Sofi, Raquel and Ana.

Tommy: I cannot leave Simon and Rodolfo unsupervised. Last time I did they crawled underneath Ainsley's and mine bed and fell asleep there.

Lachlan: Aivars, Alejandro. Let's go. I mean how hard can it be? You're ex Mexican special forces and we three all work for Interpol.