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Hello, I'm Rocky, and I'm new to Tumblr! I go by he/they/pup !

Hello, I’m rocky and this is my main writing blog! my side blog for irl/yume posting is @stuckonlevel974

I write fanfiction on whatever I want, but mostly König x Ghost high school AU, but I also dabble in other fandoms (mostly stardew valley) 

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Chapter 6 “I don’t wanna be me/but I’m going to pretend for you”  Pretend - Alex G

Simon checked his phone for the first time that day as he walked to school. 

Kyle Katarn: why didnt you tell us your dad left

Simon: so könig told you?

Kyle Katarn: Simon. when something big like this happens we want you to tell us. you havent been in a good headspace in the first place, and this clearly didnt help. we need you to tell us this stuff so we know how to help you. we want you to feel safe enough to tell us, if you didnt feel safe enough to tell us, please say so. we want to be good friends, especially to you because weve known you for so long. I dont want to have to find out about these things from someone else, i want to hear it from you.

Simon: what did könig tell you?

Kyle Katarn: this is what johnny sent me

Kyle sent a screenshot to the group chat. It showed texts between König and Johnny.

König (yay!): hey, i know this is kind of out of the blue. but since youre like simons best friend i thought you should know that hes kinda going through some shit at home

Johnny: whens he not lol

König (yay!): its serious johnny, i know he says “you'll get used to it” or whatever. but its worse this time. his father left him and his family. and then his mother tried to kill herself

Johnny: how do you know this???

König (yay!): i was in an empty room and then he comes in and starts crying. I asked him to tell me what was wrong and he told me about it. he cried for like 20 minutes. this is clearly taking a huge toll on him

The rest of the screen was cropped out, but Johnny never crops his screenshots.

Simon: where's the rest of the photo? 

Kyle Katarn: johnny asked if you guys snogged

Simon: oh

Simon: we didnt

Kyle Katarn: i would be less upset with you if you guys did

Kyle Katarn: it kinda seemed like you did tbh

Kyle Katarn: you were kinda flushed looking and had your hood up and his hair was a mess

Simon: we were sleeping

Kyle Katarn: cuddling?

Simon: i dont think so

Simon: i laid down next to him and when i woke up he had put his jacket on me and he was sitting next to me

Kyle Katarn: thats so gay

Simon: idk it was sweet

Simon: but i dont think he likes guys

Kyle Katarn: i can have johnny ask for you ;)

Simon: no

Simon: thats weird

-

Talking with Johnny and Kyle was easier today. Maybe it was a good thing they knew; they still didn't talk about it, but they were aware of it. It made Simon feel lighter when he was with them. Without the presence of his friends or music or daydreaming, Simon would probably have ended up in a psych ward. Maybe he shouldn’t think that considering his mom is about to be out in one.

-

Simon was still out of it at lunch, though, but König sat with them today. He sat in Johnny's usual spot next to Simon, and Johnny sat next to Kyle. Johnny, Kyle, and König were the ones doing the talking, Simon just listened and added a few words. He was still a bit annoyed when they were being a bit too loud for his liking, but overall, he was feeling much better about their presence. 

-

They were all walking together to their respective classes after lunch when König hung back to walk next to Simon.

“Do you… uh… want to come over after school today? To my place? To help me practice volleyball?”

Simon was a bit surprised; he thought for a moment. He should probably see his mom after school, but she did tell him not to come back. Tommy had practice after school, so he would get home on his own either way, and he could probably use some alone time. “Yeah… sure. I'll just have to tell my brother.”

König's eyes lit up, “Great! What class do you have last today?”

“I have physics with Mr. Rye. Room 308.” “I'll meet you there, okay?”

“Okay.”

-

The rest of the day went by pretty slow. Simon texted Tommy that he wasn't going to be home until later. He didn't get a response.

-

When Simon walked out of physics, König was already there waiting for him.

“Do you just not go to class or something?” The bell had rung two minutes ago; Simon was very surprised at how quickly he got there.

“Oh, I do. I'm just quick.”

“What about yesterday? You were sleeping in there during class time.” “Well, I had free period, and then I went to class while you slept. And Mr. Price let us out early.”

“Oh, okay.”

-

König led the way to his house. They made small talk about their classes and what they did during them.

“How come you aren't going to practice? Isn't that your practice bag?” Simon motioned to the duffel bag across König's chest. 

“We had morning practice today.”

“What time?”

“Six to eight.”

“Damn. And in the winter too? That sounds horrible.”

“It's hard to get up, but I love volleyball, so I do it anyway. Also, it’s only fall”

“What about ballroom? You seemed pretty… in love with it when you got here.” “I like ballroom too, but we haven’t been able to find any good studios here. So I'm probably done with it.” König sighed.

“Oh, I'm sorry.”

“It's okay.” König shrugged.

-

König's neighborhood was a bit nicer than Simon's. The houses were about the same size, but the gardens were well kept, and the paint on the houses were a little cleaner. 

“This is mine,” König pointed to a house one house down. It was smaller than the surrounding ones, but it was very pretty; it had a nice white paint, with deep sea blue and dark wood accents. It even had a porch swing.

“It's pretty.”

König nodded, “We can drop your bag inside and eat something if you want.”

“Yeah, that's fine.”

“Cool.” König unlocked the door and held it open for Simon.

“Kluas?” an older woman, around Simon's height, showed up in the entryway. “Wer ist da?”

Simon glanced from König to the women and back to König.

“This is my mom. Take off your shoes, please.” König said to Simon before turning back to his mom. “Das ist Simon, ein Freund aus der Schule. Wir gehen Volleyball spielen.“

Simon took off his shoes and looked at the floor as he awkwardly stood there, as König and his mother talked back and forth in German.

“Bleibt er zum Abendessen?” König's mother motioned to him. 

König looked back at Simon, “Do you want to stay for dinner?”

“Uh… sure.” Simon was suddenly very aware of how he probably did not look very presentable. He was wearing his skull gaiter and his fucking Minecraft creeper jumper. His hair was a mess, and if he wasn't wearing his jacket, his scars would be out, and he didn't know how they would react to that. 

“I'm Mrs. Walker, by the way.”

“Nice to meet you, I'm Simon.” 

“Let's go.” König led the way farther into the house.

König cut up apples for Simon to eat while he went to his room to get his volleyball and use the bathroom. Mrs. Walker walked into the kitchen. Simon readjusted his gaiter to cover his face again. 

“So how did you and Klaus meet? You’re not on the volleyball team?” Mrs. Walker’s accent was a bit thicker than König.

“I'm not on the team, no. We kind of just had a run-in where a teacher introduced us, and then my friends have some classes with him. He also just kept coming up to me.” Simon laughed quietly and awkwardly.

“You have no classes together?”

Simon shook his head, “No.”

“You like to cover your face, too.”

Simon couldn't tell if that was a question or a statement. “Yes.”

“Why?”

“Oh, uhm…”

As if on queue, König walked back into the kitchen with the same yellow and blue volleyball König had at his volleyball game. “Mama, hör auf, ihn zu verhören.” His voice was light but had a seriousness to it that it normally didn't.

“Ich versuche nur herauszufinden, mit wem mein Sohn rumhängt.” Mrs. Walker held her hands up defensively. 

-

König led Simon to the back garden, which had a volleyball net. Simon already knew the proper way to keep his hands for bumping the ball and already knew that passing the ball back and forth is called peppering, which made König happy. 

König kept giving Simon tips on how to pass the ball better, and he even said that he thought Simon was improving quickly.

“What does König mean, anyway?” Simon asked as König set the ball to him, and he passed it back.

“Oh. It means king in German.” König passed it back.

“So… I guess you could say… that you're the king of the court?” Simon really hoped König got the reference. And König did; he stood up straight and caught the ball after Simon passed it to him. He stared at him with a deadpan look.

“Haikyuu? Seriously?”

“What? You don't like it?”

“I mean, it's cool, I guess. But I've heard that joke so much that it's not even funny anymore.”

“Oh. Sorry.”

“Don't worry about it.” König threw up the ball and hit a down ball.

-

They kept practicing until a man even taller than König walked out to them. 

“Klaus! Bist du in einer Beziehung? Ist das dein Freund?” The man walked towards them and motioned to Simon. 

“Papa,” König held the ball and rolled his eyes, “er ist nur ein Freund, nicht mein 'Freund'. "Warum ist das dein erster Gedanke, wenn ich einen Jungen zu Besuch habe?“

“Klar, klar. Deine Mutter hat mir erzählt, dass du einen Jungen zu Besuch hattest. Und du spielst fast nie Volleyball mit Leuten, die nicht in deiner Mannschaft sind.” König's dad glanced at Simon, “Er spricht kein Deutsch, oder?” 

“No.”

The man held his hand out to Simon, “Hello. I am Klaus's father, Mr. Walker.” 

Simon shook Mr. Walker's hand, “Hello. I'm Simon.”

“My wife sent me out to get you boys for dinner.”

Simon nodded, “Okay. Thank you.”

-

König and Simon walked back into the house and washed their hands. They stood in the hallway bathroom for a little bit.

“Your parents are so tall…” Simon whispered to König. 

“Where do you think I get it from?” König glanced over at Simon. He had taken off his mask a while ago when they were peppering, but Simon kept his gaiter on.

“Do you think they like me?”

König shrugged, “They just met you.”

“I know, but I look weird right now, and I have all my piercings in.” “You don't look weird. And my dad had piercings. You're fine. Let's just go eat.”

Simon nodded and followed König to the kitchen.

-

The dinner was chicken, potatoes with rosemary, and green beans. It was delicious. Simon wished he knew how to cook like that. König's parents asked them about their days and asked Simon about what he liked. Mr. Walker was a lot more talkative than Mrs. Walker.

“So, why the mask?” Mr. Walker asked Simon.

“Papa, frag das nicht.” König's voice was serious as he stared at his dad.

Simon was slightly caught off guard, but he didn't want König and his dad to fight, so he answered, “Well… uhm, it just kind of looks cool, and then I sort of grew attached to it, and now I wear it a lot.” It wasn't the full truth, but it was still the truth.

Mr. Walker nodded.

-

After dinner, Simon helped clear the table. He always got a little nervous when König and his parents spoke in German; he was so scared they were talking badly about him.

“It's still pretty early, do you want to stay a bit longer?” König asked Simon as he wiped down the table.

Tommy had texted Simon that he was going to stay the night at a friend's house, so no one was waiting for him at home. 

“Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Wir gehen in mein Zimmer, falls du etwas brauchst!” König yelled over to his parents, who were in the living room.

“Ich weiß, dass es aufregend ist, mit deinem Freund zusammen zu sein, aber lass die Tür offen!” Mrs. Walker yelled back.

“Wir sind nicht zusammen…” König sighs and turned to Simon, “Let me show you to my room.”

-

König's room was decorated nicely. His walls were a super light blue color. On his walls, he had paintings and posters, but it was all very nicely put together, and he had the Austrian flag and the pansexual pride flag on the ceiling above his bed. 

“Your room's nice,” Simon said as König opened the door.

“Thank you.”

Simon didn't really know what to say so he just stood awkwardly in the entryway. König sat down on his bed.

“Are you a vampire? Do you need express permission to enter? You can take a seat.” König motioned to the desk and the chair.

“Oh, sorry.” Simon took a seat in the chair and turned to König. They had kind of run out of things to talk about after walking home and peppering. “I like your flags.” Simon pointed to the ceiling.

“Thank you!” König seemed a bit surprised. “Are you, uhm…” König was regretting opening his mouth, but he couldn't take it back now, “You know…?”

“Yeah, I am.” Simon laughed softly, trying to lighten the mood. 

König couldn't help but smile.

-

They listened to some music from König's playlist; he mostly listened to German and American rock with some other random genres mixed in. Simon recognized some of the songs, all of which being songs he liked. They mostly sat in silence and just enjoyed each other's company, but they talked a bit too.

“How'd you like dinner?” König asked Simon.

“It was really good. I kind of wish I knew how to cook like that.” For some reason, Simon couldn't hold eye contact very well. He blamed it on his nerves.

“I could probably get my mom to write the recipe down for you, if you wanted. She would love that, to be honest.”

“Really? I mean- if she's willing.”

“Yeah. Let me ask her real quick. You can stay put if you'd like.” König got up and walked out of the room. 

Simon sat alone for a few minutes while König was gone. It was getting awfully hot in König's room, so he took off his jacket and laid it on the back of the chair. When König got back, he scanned Simon's arms quickly but didn't mention anything. 

“My mom says you have to go soon so we can sleep, but she’ll give you the recipe on your way out.”

“Thank you.”

-

They kept talking about random things. Simon learned that König has won over £4,000 doing ballroom competitions, he has a large collection of suits, and an even larger collection of ties.

König walked Simon home. He had given Simon one of his extra jackets to wear as they walked to Simon's house. The jacket smelled like pine and something sweet. 

-

Simon was warm, even when he said goodbye to König and returned his jacket; even when he was getting ready for bed; even when he was lying in bed and staring at the ceiling; he was warm.

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Chapter 5 Tonight, I need you to stay The Run and Go - Twenty One Pilots

Simon woke up to an unknown call on his phone. “Hello?”

“Hello, is this Simon Riley? The son of Clara Riley?” an unfamiliar voice asked.

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Your mother is currently at the —---- Hospital. She was extremely drunk and had jumped from the roof of a building.”

Simon's heart started racing, and his blood ran cold. “Is… Is she alive?

“Yes, she is, but she needs to stay here for at least two more nights, but it is likely she will be transferred to a psychiatric hospital . She has broken her foot, and she was extremely dehydrated.” “Can I come see her?” Simon hated how his voice cracked.

“Not at the moment. But visiting hours are from noon to 17:00.”

“Okay, thank you.”

“Of course.”

Simon hung up the phone and looked over at Tommy; he was still sleeping. Simon would tell him later. It was 3 in the morning, and he wouldn't be up til 6:30. Simon couldn't sleep, so he just checked his phone. König texted him last night after he fell asleep.

König: hey you seemed a bit on edge today i just wanted to check in

König: i know we haven't known each other for very long, but if you ever need someone to talk to, im here.

König: just not rn because im going to sleep lol

König: good night

If König realized, Kyle and Johnny definitely did. Fuck. Kyle and Johnny knew that Simon didn't like talking about his family and the effects on him, so they never talked about it, unless they were extremely concerned, or if Simon was the one who brought it up.

Simon: that's really kind of you

Simon: it's just family stuff

Simon: the longer you know me, the more you get used to it lol

Simon: but, yeah, I'm fine, but i'll probably seem on edge for the next few days, just a heads up.

Simon laid his phone on his chest and closed his eyes until he felt his phone buzz. To his surprise, König had responded.

König: ah okay

König: again dont be scared to talk to me

König: im just glad youre alright

König: even if its just physically

How sweet.

Simon: thanks

Simon: good morning also i guess

König: oh yes

König: good morning

Simon: how come you're up so early?

König: i could ask the same thing

Simon: got a call and now i cant sleep

König: you texted me back

Simon: you woke up because of that?

König: yeah

Simon: do you not have silent on? König: i do i just turn it off for some people

Simon: oh, i only do that for my brother

König: i only did it for you because i was worried, its normally just my mom and dad

König: tbh ill probably turn it off because youre okay

König: not to be rude

Simon: not rude at all lol

Simon: i've known Johnny and Kyle since year 7 and they dont even get the privilege of that

-

Simon and König talked a bit longer, but then they went to bed to get in a bit more sleep before school started. Talking to König helped Simon relax enough to be able to sleep. How weird it was to have someone calm him down without them knowing.

-

Simon was back to being on edge once he woke up. He told Tommy what happened, and Tommy started crying. Neither of them like to be touched, so Simon just watched him.

“You don't have to go to school today, Tommy. You can stay home.”

“No, I really do. Mum and Dad would be so pissed if we missed school.”

“I wouldn't.”

“Simon, I love you, and I know you try really hard to take care of me, but you aren't my dad.”

Simon nods, “Yeah, I know. Sorry.”

-

Simon packed Tommy's backpack while Tommy calmed himself down enough to get ready for school. Tommy was still a bit shaky when they left the house, but he seemed as okay as someone could be after finding out their mother tried to end her life once they made it to school. 

“If you want to go home, just let me know, okay?”

“Okay.”

They went their opposite ways.

-

Simon walked into the bathroom and smelt cigarette smoke. He took a deep breath, fuck how he wished for one right now. It's been four months since Simon quit, but nothing soothes him quite like smoking. He knows it's bad for him, but the smoke filling up his lungs is such a satisfying feeling. The way it makes his head feel like smoke, too, and how it makes him forget everything for just a little while. He really wished he could forget everything right now. God, why couldn't his family be normal? Why did they all have to be mentally ill, suicidal addicts? 

-

Simon didn't feel like eating lunch today. He didn't feel like joining in on Johnny and Kyle's conversation either. He sat silently, moving the school lunch around with his fork. Why did he have to shut down like this? He really likes being around Kyle and Johnny, so why were their laughs and words pissing him off so much? Why did Simon have to be like his father? Why did he ever drink? Why did he ever smoke? He knew they would fuck him up in the long run. So why did he use them to get momentary relief? 

Fuck, it was so cold. Even with Simon's abundance of long-sleeved shirts and jumpers, he somehow managed to always be cold.

-

History was… history. It was boring mostly, and Simon was completing his classwork slower than normal. His mind was elsewhere. His mother was in the hospital, and his dad was gone; he had an excuse.

“Simon,” Mr. Price stopped Simon before he walked out the door, “Could I talk to you for a minute?”

“Uhm, sure.”

Mr. Price motioned Simon to sit down in the chair by his desk. So, Simon did.

“Are you alright?”

“I'm fine.” Please don't let this be the wasted potential talk

“Are you sure? I've seen you around today, and you didn't seem like your normal self. And in class today, you seemed distracted. You weren't getting classwork done at your normal pace.”

“Yeah, I'm fine.” Simon was starting to get uneasy.

“Look, Simon, you're a smart kid,” Mr. Price started.

“I can't do this.” Simon stood quickly and rushed out the door.

“Simon,” Mr. Price called after him. Simon heard him sigh as he shut the door on the way out.

His throat burned, and the hallways were so crowded. Fuck, get me out of here. His vision was blurry, and he couldn't focus on anything. Get me out of here. Simon walked to one of the hallways that no one went to. Get me out of here. He went into the first empty classroom he saw. 

As soon as he shut the door, the dam broke. Get me the fuck out of here. God, he was such an ugly crier. He sat down on the floor and hugged his knees. He gasped for air as the tears kept falling. The tardy bell rang, Simon didn't care about missing class; he just wanted out of here. He wanted out of his skin and out of the custody of his mentally unstable parents, who don't give a fuck about him, or Tommy. He wanted out of his responsibilities; he wanted out of this god-forsaken society. Get me out of here.

“Hello?”

Simon jumped out of his skin. He could recognize that stupid accent from a mile away. Calm down, he can't help it.

“König?” Simon cringed as his voice came out hoarse. He cleared his throat.

“Yeah. Uhm, Simon?”

“Yeah.” Simon wiped his eyes and turned the light on. Once his eyes adjusted to the light, he saw König sitting on the floor on the other side of the room. “What are you doing here?”

“I was going to do some homework, but ended up sleeping,” König shrugged, “It, uhm, sounded like you were crying. And kind of looks like it too…” König looked at Simon with concern, “Are you… alright?”

“I'm fine.” Simon wiped his eyes again.

“No… no, you're not. Come sit with me.” König patted the floor next to him.

Simon turned off the lights and sat next to König.

Simon told König about his situation. He ended up crying again. König kept his hand on Simon's back and muttered comforting words. He was speaking English, but the words hardly registered. Simon could tell that König kept saying something in German, but he couldn't understand it or remember what it sounded like. It was all a haze. One of the few things Simon remembered was that once he was done crying, König asked him if he was tired and wanted to sleep. Simon nodded.

-

“Simon…” König nudged him softly, “Simon…”

Simon blinked his eyes open. König’s mask was off. His nap was nice and dreamless. And he felt warm.

“School's over. Do you want me to walk you home? I have some time before practice.” König's expression was so soft… How could anyone ever look at Simon so kindly? Like there was nothing wrong with him?

Simon sat up, and König's jacket slid off of him. So that's why he was warm. He shook his head no, “I have to go to the hospital to see my mum.”

“Okay… Let me walk you out at least.”

-

Kyle and Johnny joined them as they walked out of the building. When they saw König and Simon together, they gave each other a smug look. This was the first time they saw them after lunch, even when they had classes with each other. Simon will admit that König and him disappearing for hours and then reappearing together, with their hair disheveled and Simon having his hood up (it was fucking freezing, okay?) did look a little suspicious. 

-

Simon sat in his mom's hospital room. He looked at her while she looked at the ceiling. Her eyes looked so dead; the color in her irises seemed dull, and the shine seemed to be gone. Simon wondered if his eyes looked like that. His mom's wrists were wrapped in bandages, and her left foot was in a cast. She had an IV needle stuck in her inner elbow. 

“Why’d you do that, Mum?”

“You were the one who told me to get out of the house, Simon. That's the only way I could.” She didn't even look at him.

“Tommy needs you, Mum. And I do, too.” 

“You have each other.”

“But you're my mum! I need you. No one else is my mother.” Simon was all cried out from these past few days, he couldn't force a tear out if he wanted to.

“Go home, Simon.”

“Mum…”

“Go home. And don't come back here.”

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I’m doing well !! Sorry for the late answer I forgot about it 😖 I’m packing up my house to move so it’s kind of hectic but it’s okay

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uploading schedule might be a little loose-y goose-y from now on because it’s summer and I’ve lost my sense of time so chapter will be posted Friday-Saturday

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Chapter 4 Everything is fine/I guess we could pretend Kaleidoscope - Chappell Roan

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“Dad’s gone,” was the first thing Tommy said when he walked into Simon’s room at 8 in the morning.

Simon felt his stomach drop and his heart get heavy. He took a shaky deep breath and nodded, “Mum knows?” He sat up in his bed to see Tommy better.

“Yeah. It looks like she was crying. She had a lighter.”

There mom smokes when she’s upset and sometimes, after particularly hard moments, burns herself.

Tommy sits on Simon’s bed, getting under the covers. 

“Are you still going to football practice?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, I’m going to Johnny’s while you’re there.”

“Leaving the same time as me?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

-

They sat in silence for a while; they never really talked about their feelings, but they knew they had each other. Eventually, Tommy left so they could both get ready. Simon was scared of leaving his mother alone. If it were a workday, he would at least know she wasn’t alone, but it was Sunday, and Tommy and Simon were going to be gone for at least three hours. You could burn a lot of skin and smoke and drink lots in three hours. He tried to push the feeling to the side, but he still tried to convince his mother to watch TV or go out to try to distract her mind as much as possible. 

Simon got off at an earlier bus stop than Tommy, but he knows that Tommy is responsible enough to get to practice on his own.

-

Simon knocked on the door to Johnny’s garage. He said to meet him there. 

Kyle greeted him, pulling him in for a hug, “Simon! How are ya, mate?”

Simon’s throat tightened, and he felt his face get warm. He hated that question. Especially not now when he feels like he could break at any moment. “I’m alright.”

When Kyle let go, Simon was able to see the rest of the garage. The random gym equipment was still there, the stacks of plastic tubs and boxes were still there, and the TV and couch with all the gaming consoles were still there. That’s where Johnny and… König were sitting. 

“Hey, Si!” Johnny looks away from the game they’re playing to wave at Simon.

“I thought I was just here to cut your hair and be out. I didn’t know this was a full-on hangout.”

“Aw, you don’t want to spend time with us?” Kyle teases as he walks with Simon back to the TV setup.

“I just have a lot going on right now.” Simon stays standing as Kyle takes a seat, “I have two hours max.” Simon shifts uncomfortably. He doesn’t want to tell them about his situation, and he definitely didn’t want them thinking something was wrong. He hoped his tenseness was written off as his personality. He looks at König, who doesn’t look up from the TV. Simon hoped he wouldn’t ignore him the entire time he was here. Texting for hours doesn’t mean anything if you can’t talk face-to-face.

“Let me finish this first, and then we can get to it,” Johnny replied.

-

Simon organized all his things while he waited for Johnny to be ready. There wasn’t much setting up to do, to be honest, but Simon needed something to do while he waited. The longer he was here, the more he relaxed, but there was still a voice in the back of his head panicking about his mother and what she could be doing right now. Eventually, Johnny was ready, and König and Kyle moved over to them to watch.

-

“I didn’t know you could cut hair,” König says as he leans against the wall.

“He also dyes, pierces, and tattoos,” Kyle said as he put some music on the TV. 

“Damn, only on others, not yourself?” König hadn’t seen any piercings or tattoos on Simon.

“Oh, yeah, you haven’t really seen my ears.” Simon turned to the side and pulled his gaiter off his ear. It was lined with piercings, not just on the outer edge, but on the inner parts too. König couldn’t help but be amazed. “My tattoos are on my legs and torso, but I’d rather not strip right now. And I also cut and dye my own hair, yeah.” Simon put his gaiter back in place. “These guys keep talking about how they want some piercings, but they don’t like my methods of disinfecting needles. Only let me do it if I buy autoclave needles, which are like £3 per needle from reliable sources, and then I have to pay for shipping, which can be like £5. I tell them to go to a salon, but then it can be £70 to £100.”

“No winning in this situation, then?” König looked at the TV.

“Yeah.”

-

They talked mindlessly as Simon cut Johnny’s hair, and they all added songs to the queue on the TV. The songs ended up a random clash, going anywhere from EDM and rap to show tunes and 2000’s-2010’s pop to emo and indie. 

“How long does it take you to cut hair normally? No wonder you need a few hours.” König was sitting back on the couch.

“Johnny is very particular, and I’m a bit of a perfectionist myself, so I go slow. And he likes all his layers because he doesn’t like to style his mohawk like a mohawk. I’m just finishing up anyway,” Simon was making sure everything was perfect before telling Johnny he was done so that Johnny could go sit on the sofa with Kyle.

“Do you just give haircuts for free?” König turned the chair that Johnny was sitting on when he had been getting his hair cut to face Simon and sat down. 

“Kyle will pay me, with food or money, but Johnny,” Simon sighed, “I owe Johnny, so I cut and dye his hair for free.”

“He dyes his hair?”

“Sometimes. I dyed his hair red last December. It came out more of a pinkish kind of coppery color, though. I didn’t bleach his hair.”

“Have you ever dyed your hair?”

“I’ve dyed it… Maybe four or five times starting year seven.”

“What colors?” König tried to envision Simon without his natural blond hair.

“Uhm, light pink, bright blue, and I did some light purple too, those are the only colors I did. I kind of miss the pink.” Simon ran a hand through his hair. “Have you ever dyed your hair?”

König shook his head no, “I’m afraid I’m not as, uh, adventurous as you guys are.”

Simon shrugged, “That’s okay. You’re still pretty cool.”

Simon could see the smile in König’s eyes. His eyes didn’t look so horrifyingly all-seeing blue anymore.

“Anyway, it’s already been an hour, so I should start to clean up. I plan on leaving in about 30 minutes. Maybe if I have time left, I’ll stick around a bit longer.”

-

Simon did stay for a bit longer. The group took turns playing video games and telling random stories. The closer it got to Simon’s departure, the more and more anxious he got about the state he would find his mom in when he got home. He should probably get home; if she’s in a bad state, he wants to handle it before Tommy gets back. 

“C'mon, Simon. Stay a bit longer. Tommy, your mum, and your dad can all clean and cook. You don’t need to do everything all the time.” Kyle prompted.

“I really can’t today, Kyle, ’m sorry.” Simon stood up and put his sweater back on. 

Kyle just sighed, “Whatever, mate. See you tomorrow.”

Johnny and König said their goodbyes, and Simon was off.

-

Simon made it home before Tommy did.

“Mum?” Simon checked the living room.

“Mum?” Simon checked her bedroom.

“Mum?” Simon checked the kitchen.

Simon searched the whole house, even looking in the overgrown back garden. He still couldn’t find her. He checked his phone, but he didn’t have any messages from her. He tried calling her over and over, but he didn’t get a response. He tried calling Tommy a few times, but he didn’t get a response either.

“Fuck.” Simon paced up and down the hallway.

“FUCK!” He couldn’t help but think of the worst. Did she also abandon Tommy and him?

Simon was starting to get lightheaded, and his vision was getting spotty, but he couldn’t stop pacing. His chest felt heavy, and it was getting hard to breathe. He couldn’t stop the tears from leaking out. Why was his life like this?  What did he do to deserve this? He tries so hard to be good. He tries so hard to help people.

He heard someone open the door, and he wiped his tears.

“Mum?” Simon walked over to the door. Please be her, please be her.

“No.” It was Tommy. “Is Mum not here?”

Simon shook his head no. Panic began to settle in again. It seemed to settle into Tommy, too.

“Did you try to call her?”

“Maybe a dozen times.”

Tommy tried to call her anyway. They sat in the living room for at least half an hour, trying to contact her. They even called her workplace.

“Great, now we just worried a bunch of people, adults, to make it worse.” Tommy tossed his phone to the side and slouched in his seat on the couch. “We’ll just have to wait it out, I guess.”

Simon nodded.

They sat in a tense, saddened silence.

“Do you want to eat anything?” Simon looked over at Tommy.

“No.”

“Okay. Do you want to watch something?”

They sat in silence, watching some random TV show to fill the space. They eventually ate, showered, and got ready for bed. Simon and Tommy went to bed early and slept in the same room.

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are u sick of me ??? (would u like to be ??) (a high school!Simon x König fanfic) masterlist

Chapter 4 Everything is fine/I guess we could pretend Kaleidoscope - Chappell Roan

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“Dad's gone,” was the first thing Tommy said when he walked into Simon's room at 8 in the morning.

Simon felt his stomach drop and his heart get heavy. He took a shaky deep breath and nodded, “Mum knows?” He sat up in his bed to see Tommy better.

“Yeah. It looks like she was crying. She had a lighter.”

There mom smokes when she’s upset and sometimes, after particularly hard moments, burns herself.

Tommy sits on Simon's bed, getting under the covers. 

“Are you still going to football practice?”

“Of course.”

“Okay, I'm going to Johnny's while you're there.”

“Leaving the same time as me?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay.”

-

They sat in silence for a while; they never really talked about their feelings, but they knew they had each other. Eventually, Tommy left so they could both get ready. Simon was scared of leaving his mother alone. If it were a workday, he would at least know she wasn't alone, but it was Sunday, and Tommy and Simon were going to be gone for at least three hours. You could burn a lot of skin and smoke and drink lots in three hours. He tried to push the feeling to the side, but he still tried to convince his mother to watch TV or go out to try to distract her mind as much as possible. 

Simon got off at an earlier bus stop than Tommy, but he knows that Tommy is responsible enough to get to practice on his own.

-

Simon knocked on the door to Johnny's garage. He said to meet him there. 

Kyle greeted him, pulling him in for a hug, “Simon! How are ya, mate?”

Simon's throat tightened, and he felt his face get warm. He hated that question. Especially not now when he feels like he could break at any moment. “I'm alright.”

When Kyle let go, Simon was able to see the rest of the garage. The random gym equipment was still there, the stacks of plastic tubs and boxes were still there, and the TV and couch with all the gaming consoles were still there. That's where Johnny and… König were sitting. 

“Hey, Si!” Johnny looks away from the game they're playing to wave at Simon.

“I thought I was just here to cut your hair and be out. I didn't know this was a full-on hangout.”

“Aw, you don't want to spend time with us?” Kyle teases as he walks with Simon back to the TV setup.

“I just have a lot going on right now.” Simon stays standing as Kyle takes a seat, “I have two hours max.” Simon shifts uncomfortably. He doesn't want to tell them about his situation, and he definitely didn't want them thinking something was wrong. He hoped his tenseness was written off as his personality. He looks at König, who doesn't look up from the TV. Simon hoped he wouldn't ignore him the entire time he was here. Texting for hours doesn't mean anything if you can't talk face-to-face.

“Let me finish this first, and then we can get to it,” Johnny replied.

-

Simon organized all his things while he waited for Johnny to be ready. There wasn't much setting up to do, to be honest, but Simon needed something to do while he waited. The longer he was here, the more he relaxed, but there was still a voice in the back of his head panicking about his mother and what she could be doing right now. Eventually, Johnny was ready, and König and Kyle moved over to them to watch.

-

“I didn't know you could cut hair,” König says as he leans against the wall.

“He also dyes, pierces, and tattoos,” Kyle said as he put some music on the TV. 

“Damn, only on others, not yourself?” König hadn't seen any piercings or tattoos on Simon.

“Oh, yeah, you haven't really seen my ears.” Simon turned to the side and pulled his gaiter off his ear. It was lined with piercings, not just on the outer edge, but on the inner parts too. König couldn't help but be amazed. “My tattoos are on my legs and torso, but I'd rather not strip right now. And I also cut and dye my own hair, yeah.” Simon put his gaiter back in place. “These guys keep talking about how they want some piercings, but they don't like my methods of disinfecting needles. Only let me do it if I buy autoclave needles, which are like £3 per needle from reliable sources, and then I have to pay for shipping, which can be like £5. I tell them to go to a salon, but then it can be £70 to £100.”

“No winning in this situation, then?” König looked at the TV.

“Yeah.”

-

They talked mindlessly as Simon cut Johnny's hair, and they all added songs to the queue on the TV. The songs ended up a random clash, going anywhere from EDM and rap to show tunes and 2000's-2010's pop to emo and indie. 

“How long does it take you to cut hair normally? No wonder you need a few hours.” König was sitting back on the couch.

“Johnny is very particular, and I'm a bit of a perfectionist myself, so I go slow. And he likes all his layers because he doesn't like to style his mohawk like a mohawk. I'm just finishing up anyway,” Simon was making sure everything was perfect before telling Johnny he was done so that Johnny could go sit on the sofa with Kyle.

“Do you just give haircuts for free?” König turned the chair that Johnny was sitting on when he had been getting his hair cut to face Simon and sat down. 

“Kyle will pay me, with food or money, but Johnny,” Simon sighed, “I owe Johnny, so I cut and dye his hair for free.”

“He dyes his hair?”

“Sometimes. I dyed his hair red last December. It came out more of a pinkish kind of coppery color, though. I didn't bleach his hair.”

“Have you ever dyed your hair?”

“I've dyed it… Maybe four or five times starting year seven.”

“What colors?” König tried to envision Simon without his natural blond hair.

“Uhm, light pink, bright blue, and I did some light purple too, those are the only colors I did. I kind of miss the pink.” Simon ran a hand through his hair. “Have you ever dyed your hair?”

König shook his head no, “I'm afraid I'm not as, uh, adventurous as you guys are.”

Simon shrugged, “That's okay. You're still pretty cool.”

Simon could see the smile in König's eyes. His eyes didn't look so horrifyingly all-seeing blue anymore.

“Anyway, it's already been an hour, so I should start to clean up. I plan on leaving in about 30 minutes. Maybe if I have time left, I'll stick around a bit longer.”

-

Simon did stay for a bit longer. The group took turns playing video games and telling random stories. The closer it got to Simon's departure, the more and more anxious he got about the state he would find his mom in when he got home. He should probably get home; if she's in a bad state, he wants to handle it before Tommy gets back. 

“C'mon, Simon. Stay a bit longer. Tommy, your mum, and your dad can all clean and cook. You don't need to do everything all the time.” Kyle prompted.

“I really can't today, Kyle, 'm sorry.” Simon stood up and put his sweater back on. 

Kyle just sighed, “Whatever, mate. See you tomorrow.”

Johnny and König said their goodbyes, and Simon was off.

-

Simon made it home before Tommy did.

“Mum?” Simon checked the living room.

“Mum?” Simon checked her bedroom.

“Mum?” Simon checked the kitchen.

Simon searched the whole house, even looking in the overgrown back garden. He still couldn't find her. He checked his phone, but he didn't have any messages from her. He tried calling her over and over, but he didn't get a response. He tried calling Tommy a few times, but he didn't get a response either.

“Fuck.” Simon paced up and down the hallway.

“FUCK!” He couldn't help but think of the worst. Did she also abandon Tommy and him?

Simon was starting to get lightheaded, and his vision was getting spotty, but he couldn't stop pacing. His chest felt heavy, and it was getting hard to breathe. He couldn't stop the tears from leaking out. Why was his life like this?  What did he do to deserve this? He tries so hard to be good. He tries so hard to help people.

He heard someone open the door, and he wiped his tears.

“Mum?” Simon walked over to the door. Please be her, please be her.

“No.” It was Tommy. “Is Mum not here?”

Simon shook his head no. Panic began to settle in again. It seemed to settle into Tommy, too.

“Did you try to call her?”

“Maybe a dozen times.”

Tommy tried to call her anyway. They sat in the living room for at least half an hour, trying to contact her. They even called her workplace.

“Great, now we just worried a bunch of people, adults, to make it worse.” Tommy tossed his phone to the side and slouched in his seat on the couch. “We'll just have to wait it out, I guess.”

Simon nodded.

They sat in a tense, saddened silence.

“Do you want to eat anything?” Simon looked over at Tommy.

“No.”

“Okay. Do you want to watch something?”

They sat in silence, watching some random TV show to fill the space. They eventually ate, showered, and got ready for bed. Simon and Tommy went to bed early and slept in the same room.

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im having some problems using ao3 at the moment so chapter four of are u sick of me??? (would u like to be??) will probably be delayed til tomorrow. sorry everypony 😖

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are u sick of me??? (would u like to be??) Masterlist

High school AU Call of Duty Intro 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

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Hii super cool moot how are you doing!!

I am doing wonderful !!! I’m on the last week of school 🙏🙏

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Oneshot Master List

High school AU Call of Duty Intro 

Valentine Highschool AU Ghost x König

Possessive!Ghost x Obsessive!König 

Affectionate Drunk König x Ghost 

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