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Simon Ghost Riley lost memory,in Urbana combat, wondet too. Reader adopt him,cear for him,help him to remember.
True that all he became husband to reader...
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What if...
Simon Ghost Riley lost memory,in Urbana combat, wondet too. Reader adopt him,cear for him,help him to remember.
True that all he became husband to reader...
I know, I know... but this part... maybe I do art...
I don't know why ... but now I can't stop thinking of Soep as Hayena...
I'm back, yes. I know it's been around seven months I haven't opened the app but here I am now, coming back with new post of Soap and Moon moment. From you guys see, I started to make it with AI generated from now on because that's how I can express what I think about my oc or the cannons (don't even think that it's art because I know many of you don't accept or even hate such AI stuffs and I understand that so I'm not gonna open comments in every post because I know how much you despise AI) but still, that doesn't mean I don't support any kind of art. I support every art you guys make, traditional or digital ones🖤🖤
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simon picking up drunk reader from the bar
The bass was drilling straight into your skull. At some point it stopped being music and started being punishment.
You were slumped sideways in the booth, cheek pressed against the table, eyes barely open. Your drink sits abandoned somewhere, condensation pooling like evidence of your bad decisions.
“Okay, that’s it,” your friend mutters. “We’re calling him.”
Your brain latches onto one word. shit.
“Him.”
You lifted your head an inch and immediate regret washed through you. The world tilted like it’s trying to throw you off.
“Don’t—” you mumble, reaching out. You miss completely, hand just… floating there. "traitor...", you mumble as you mock glare at your friend , who was busy dialing the number.
you don't realize as time passed, but you could sense it, a presence that cuts through the noise, through the haze in your head.
A hand on your shoulder. Firm and warm.
“You with me?”
You blink slowly, forcing your eyes to focus- and there he was. Simon stood over you like the physical embodiment of consequences.
You smile as the sight of him , “…Hi, handsome.” you manage to mumble.
“Jesus.”, simon hissed through his teeth.
You push yourself up a little, which was already too ambitious. The room spined hard and you wobbled, but he’s already there. One arm slid around your waist, catching you before gravity won.
“Careful,” he mutters.
You leaned into him without hesitation, head tipping toward his shoulder.
“Mmm. You came,” you murmur, voice soft and absolutely not as subtle as you think it is.
“Yeah,” he says flatly. “Against my better judgment.”
You grin faintly. “Liar.”
His grip tightens just slightly as you sway again.
“Can you stand?”
You consider it and decide honesty is optional.
“For you? Always.”, you grin at him, earning mock irritation.
Your knees nearly give out and you end up clinging to him, arms wrapping loosely around his torso. Then his hand comes up, firm at your back, holding you in place.
“Right,” he mutters. “We’re not doing that again.”
You tilted your head up to look at him, eyes half-lidded.
“You smell nice.”
“That’s not the issue.”, he responds flatly , although you could see the faint red creeping behind his neck.
“It is to me.”, you breath out under his ear.
He exhales sharply, already shifting your arm over his shoulders, securing you properly. You, meanwhile, are having an entirely different experience.
“You always this strong?” you mumble, fingers bunching slightly into his shirt, breath fanning over his neck.
“Focus on walking.”
“I am focusing. On you.”
“Walk.”
You could tell he was nearing the end of his restraint. “Easy”, he says, lower now, hands gripping at your waist tighter.
You laughed softly, which immediately turned into a wince. Your head dropped briefly against his shoulder as he guided you through the crowd.
“Missed you,” you murmur, words slurring just slightly.
god you were gonna be the death of him
You grin lazily, pleased with yourself for reasons that will not hold up tomorrow. The outside air hits you and you inhale like it’s salvation. you lean harder into him, practically hanging off his arm now.
“Tired,” you mumble.
“I know love.”
His hand shifts at your waist, thumb pressing lightly, keeping you steady as you wobble again.
You let him guide you down into the seat, your movements slow and uncoordinated. You nearly miss the seat entirely, but his hand at your waist corrects it instantly.
“Careful,” he mutters.
you sigh as you feel the relief of the cool leather against your skin and the smell of his faint cologne.
God.
Was it the alcohol or pent up frustration- you couldn't tell, but something was definitely feeling wet down there.
Simon slid into the car after you," right, you feeling better ?"
"i'm feeling more than better you know...", you say eyeing him up and down, fingers grazing his bicep.
"god, love..", He huffs something that might be a suppressed laugh. Might. Hard to tell.
You reach up slightly, fingers brushing clumsily against his jaw.
“We should do something about that", you say ,gesturing to his now evident arousal.
His hand catches your wrist gently but firmly before you can fully commit to whatever that was.
“Not right now.”
“Please”, you breath out ,trying to get closer to him in the cramped space.
There’s a beat.
"god, you will be the death of me"
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adeline's note: i hope u like this one guys TT , its been in my drafts for SO LONGG. lowkey wanna write fic with jjk characters but i feel like people won't really be interested in those considering my main expertise is with simon lol. SO PLEASE LET ME KNOW IF YALL WANT THAT. -xoxo
Quick art
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*I don't know why *
you have to be kinder to people with memory issues.
you have to be kinder to people who are slow processors.
you have to be kinder to people who don't understand your jokes.
you have to be kinder to people who forget important dates.
you have to be kinder to people with cognitive decline.
you have to be kinder to people who were always this way, too.
you have to be kind. you have to be kind.
Thank you to everyone who got me to 500 likes!
Jousting at the festival to impress your lady love!!!
Ghost: Is something burning? Soap: Just my love for you. Ghost: Johnny, the toaster is on fire.