Roommate!Simon Riley Who Is Literally Your Personal Weather Man.

Got inspired, made something, hope you enjoy.

Pretty accurate if I do say so myself.

I like to think that when Simon eventually settles down, he marries a slightly strange, mildly autistic super genius who's known for just sort of knowing everything. They're the one person forced to sit out in pub quizzes and asked how to word or spell things correctly when the guys are writing work emails. Their whole thing is knowing something about everything.

Or, most things, at least.

Simon soon learns, that whilst his spouse is killer at trivia and knowing stuff, that's about as good as it gets.

"How do I write a cheque?" Leaves him literally baffled, perhaps even more than the one time they'd revealed to him that they didn't know how online banking worked.

"It tells you - on the paper."

"Yeah but - I don't know my bank details." They respond to his incredulity like an adult not knowing their own bank details is the most natural thing in the world.

"What do - how do you get paid without knowing that?"

"My dad set it up for me - I just figured the money goes in every month."

The sudden realisation that his partner is deadly serious hits Simon like a truck. If they don't even know how to access their bank, how have they done taxes and paid off their credit cards?

"And when the money goes out - like, say, when you pay your taxes?" He questions with anxious patience, sitting opposite them at the kitchen table.

"I thought you paid our taxes."

"But I thought you paid them. That's been like your one job since we got married."

He signs them up for one of those old people online banking courses like a week later.

like everything with john, it ends with a quiet admission.

"i'm tired."

the words fall from your lips like needles dragging along the curvature of your throat. they puncture, aching with their vengeance, until they slip into the open space, never to be taken back. never to be unsaid.

you do not look at him when you say this, incapable of facing your limits. your shortcomings.

you are a fraud dressed in fluffed up costumes, preaching about true love and never-ending devotion but look where you are right now—straining behind the stained walls of this relationship, splintering at the fleeting weight of his affections.

and you thought it was poetic how flowers could grow in between cracked asphalt.

the reality of the situation is like this—john loves you.

but it's not enough to silence the doubts and the jealousy, because you are jealous. you're not a jealous person, god knows many tried you, but this thing with john—this relationship that ever so fluctuates—it is troubling. insufficient, truly.

your friends told you to be better; that people who are jealous are just insecure about their relationship and yes, you are. that is the crux of it; that is what drags the voices from the pits of your stomachs to spit to each other’s face, spewing with vitriol because john has made you this beastly being, always pawing for his attention, always begging for the scraps.

he's left you rotten and all hollowed-out.

an empty opera house.

“is it because o’mary?” he asks, quick to find the rot in your core only to prod at it. gawk at it. to marvel at its festering like he had not been the cause of such unravelling.

is it because of mary he asked like you had not spent sleepless nights crying to him, telling him that you do not feel good when it was just the two of them. that you do not want whatever it is they have—hell, his friends had called her his work wife; crooning to each other like you were just a pinned butterfly stuck behind glass, watching as they coloured the details of john’s life beyond your grasp. of his love outside of your arms.

is it because of mary he asked like he hadn’t just told you of mary’s love for him, the confession she’d whispered as he held her in his arms after she had lost her pet to an illness. like he didn’t tell you, in awed whispers, how mary told him that he was the best thing that ever happened to her; the loveliest thing in her life like john was hers to begin with. like john wasn’t wearing a gold band on his ring—the promise he’s made in that courthouse, when the two of you were still too young and obsessively in love.

is it because of mary he asked like he hadn’t just told you, in angered puffs, that he couldn’t have rejected her then. she was in pain, he’d said. i couldn’t do that to her, he’d added like it was mary whom he married. like it was mary who he needed to protect and reassure and cherish.

so yes, it is because of her. but also, it is because you are tired.

tired of asking for his love. for his devotion. for him to choose you, come what may.

“just,” you begin, too weak for anything more. “sign the papers, please john.”

even when you are leaving him, you are still unable to stop yourself from pleading to him for his kindness. for his grace.

he stares at you, pinched lips and flared nose, and you stare back because this man—this john that stands before you—this isn’t the man you’ve loved. not the one who loved you back.

your john wouldn’t have hurt you this way; he would have listened to your whispered confessions, see the ache in your admission, and move himself away from mary because why did it matter if she had loved him? your john wouldn’t have cared for her affections; your john would have only cared for your own.

your john wouldn’t have—

your john wouldn’t. and now he is gone.

so you walk away from… this man amidst the suffocating silence, feeling nothing wash over you.

they said divorce feels like liberation; that it feels like the start of something kinder and better and brighter. but this just feels like a bruise on your tender skin—something blooming, pain so muted that it hurts only when you poke it.

and like how you were with all your previous bruises, you cannot stop poking at this one too.

IMAGINE:

You’re Ghost’s little student, he trained you from pistols, hand in hand combat, knife fights to managing snipers… but what happens, when he’s in danger, when he has never experienced such predicament, and somehow there he was…

Suddenly the men around him dropped dead, blood seeping out of their heads, as he stared wondering what just happened.

He wasn’t shocked, or showed any emotion.

Then he heard a static on his comms, only for him to hear the cocky tone from the one and only.

“Got your back, teach… Maybe your classes weren’t that boring after all,” you said, a smile crept across your lips, surely looking like a mischievous Cheshire Cat from a certain film he had to watch once.

He let out a low and soft chuckle, of course Price called you, it was only if necessary and the call was made, there you were.

“Good to see you too, kid,” he said, almost prideful in his tone, he did train you after all.

dude ur interrupting on the floor time with ur beautiful face STOP

simon knows that he’s just a cheap replacement for the one that you truly wish you could be with, but john’s a married man already and you’ve always been too nice to put yourself first.

it’s how john slipped from your grasp, in the first place. you kept quiet about the turbulence in your heart and further refused to speak up about the truth of your cross when one of your friends began seeing him.

simon had been there as you stuttered past the tears, choking on your own words.

“i thought–” you hiccupped. “i thought that i– that he–”

you looked up at him, anguish so bright on your face. “what do i do now, si?”

simon shrugged because he didn’t know what to say.

whatever was between you and john had been an ongoing push-and-pull; it was this shared thing that the squad knew about — teases flung around the mess hall when you and john were caught spending long nights in his office again.

it’s not like that, y’pricks, john finally barked out with such finality that it became too awkward to even tease the two of you again. and even then, john never really stopped coming to find you for more late night chats, but it was so blatantly platonic — hell, it could have even passed off as a mentor-mentee thing, which was even worse because everyone could see how you wanted more from him.

and their captain was a complicated man. sometimes, they all caught the way he seemed to reciprocate the same desires etched so obviously in your very being, but his was always just more muted. more controlled — john had a tight leash on himself, and he wasn’t allowing anything to slip past the cracks like whatever it was that he was feeling was something he decided you mustn’t have. that you’re too good for it. too nice for it.

it’s probably why john didn’t end up marrying you. why he settled so fast for this new woman that walked into his life like the two of you didn’t have something, anything, at all. simon wonders if john saw his own marriage as an atonement for liking you.

for needing you, actually.

because simon knows their captain, and he knows that there was only so much john could handle but you—

oh, how you balanced john. you made him sane. made him nice.

you made him human.

and what a scary thing it must have been for their captain.

simon knows he isn’t truly who you are looking for when you come to him, bourbon heavy in your breath, and begging for a kiss. he gives it to you, anyway, and tells himself that it’s a kiss made out of pity. that there’s nothing more to it. nothing more to this.

(but simon will take you with such gentle cadence, spreading you out with his wide palm and thick fingers, rubbing the calluses on the soft pudge of your skin, and he will not stop wondering if even then, with him deep in you, you are still mistaking him for john.)

This is the way, brother.

I’m still kinda mad we didn’t get more Paz content before his demise, I so wish we could have seen more of his relationship with Din :’)

Anyway, this is just me coping lmao

The Bolter

Steve Rogers x f!reader / Bucky Barnes x f!reader

synopsis : Steve carries out his decision to return to Peggy, aiming to live out the rest of his days with her. But this means he's leaving everything behind - he's leaving you. Did he make the right choice? Will there be anything left with you to come back to?

themes/warnings : smut (18+), language, angst!!!, slow burn!!!, pining, unrequited love, Steve is kind of an asshole for leaving (but we love him anyway), unresolved trauma, heartbreak, friends to lovers

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So. Highly inspired by this series

Imagine dying next to Ghost. Alongside him. In bed, asleep together, and it’s no one’s fault. It wasn’t a targeted attack. A gas leak. There was no pain, no panic, nothing. Tragic, before your time, and wrought with the impotent agony that can only come about when there’s no target for revenge.

There are worse things, than being a trapped spirit with the man you loved in the house where you loved him. Despite how all of the world has gone quiet, you can still feel him, and he can feel you.

You can still make love.

But every so often, when he takes you from behind, you feel this sharp, burning pain in your back. You know it’s his doing, but something about him has been so… hard to read, since you both died. Even though you don’t have anything left to lose, he holds you tighter than he ever did before. Won’t leave you alone for a moment. There’s terror in his eyes. You don’t understand it— he died in peace. None of the things that haunted him in life can follow him here. But you don’t have the courage to ask him.

He’ll die a thousand times over before he tells you that he’s ripping the feathers from your back because god is trying to take you somewhere he can’t follow.

The Bolter

Steve Rogers x f!reader / Bucky Barnes x f!reader

synopsis : Steve carries out his decision to return to Peggy, aiming to live out the rest of his days with her. But this means he's leaving everything behind - he's leaving you. Did he make the right choice? Will there be anything left with you to come back to?

themes/warnings : smut (18+), language, angst!!!, slow burn!!!, pining, unrequited love, Steve is kind of an asshole for leaving (but we love him anyway), unresolved trauma, heartbreak, friends to lovers

Comment on the latest chapter to be added to the taglist!

main masterlist

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masterpoll : declare your side

part one - part two - part three - part four - part five - part six (18+) - part seven - part eight (18+) - part nine (18+) - part ten - part eleven - part twelve -