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[unjust-bug]

a collection of riley’s. simon riley.

pairing: simon riley x reader

summary: john price makes a friend.

contains: fluff. simon being an adorable idiot. reader is charismatic. may be some she/her pronouns.

bug speaks: nil

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seven

“hello my riley riley.” you bend down as riley makes her way over to you. you run your fingers through her fur and give her a scratch. you stand as you lets the dogs greet next. you scan the park for simon and frown when you don’t see him.

another man makes his way over, riley’s leash in hand. he walks over with, what you assume, is his own dog. unleashed but by his side.

“your not simon riley.” you’re not sure why you say it. it doesn’t come out accusingly but it’s not polite.

“no. not last i checked anyway.” he laughs. he stands easy, relaxed. his eyes curious as they take you in. “price. john price.”

“oh your the boss.” your posture eases a fraction. you let your eyes run over the man. he’s softer than simon. more comfortable with himself maybe. doesn’t shrink himself.

“also a friend i hope.”

“yes. from the way he talks about you.” you confirm. you’d learnt a little about simon through your meetings at the dog park, and then more when he had walked you home. you’d learnt of john, kyle and johnny. he mentioned a brother once, in passing. it didn’t feel appropriate to ask for more at the time.

your eyes filter back over the park as if your looking for something.

“i’m just looking after his girl for the night. didn’t realise till now why he specified this park.”

you look to at the dogs, hands on your hips as you raise a brow. “yes they do make an odd pair of friends don’t they.” you watch as they play. riley riley is tough, doesn’t mind playing with the bigger, stronger dog. your own riley though, he surprises you. he’s gentle where he needs to be and listens to her corrections when he oversteps.

john doesn’t correct. no, he just smiles and watches the dogs chase each other.

the older dog then comes to you. wet nose sniffing at you hand when you bend to meet them. “and who might you be?”

“this ol’ girl is maggie.”

“is it your wife that does the rehoming military dogs?” you ask. you don’t look up, too enthralled with sweet maggie.

john can’t hold back his surprised smile. he’s not sure what delights him more, that simon has shared a part of his life with you or that he gets to talk about his pretty wife.

“yes,” his voice comes out a little louder than he intended. he clears his throat and tries again. “yes. my wife organises them.”

john goes on to tell you about his wife. how she love animals. about how it started and how it’s going. he gave numbers, how many dogs have had homes. how many women and men had reached out to thank them. he sounded very involved though he gave all credit to her.

the conversation turned to his own dogs then. he had seven including maggie. he liked to take them out separately sometimes. give them all some one on one time.

then the conversation turns back to simon.

you pause. unsure of the level of friendship you’ve reached with simon. you’d been looking forward to seeing him this afternoon, you feel the disappointment fall heavily in your chest. “is simon… okay?” you tentatively ask.

nine

[unjust-bug]

a collection of riley’s. simon riley.

pairing: simon riley x reader

summary: simon riley takes a miss.

contains: fluff. simon being an adorable idiot. reader is charismatic. may be some she/her pronouns.

bug speaks: nil

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eight

“is simon… okay?” you tentatively ask.

john looks at you though you don’t look back. you look across the park instead. pretending to take in the view. over the last couple of weeks you’d started to grow fond of the guy. you suspected maybe he was feeling the same for you but you didn’t know for sure. he had been coming to the park daily. maybe he wasn’t there for you, maybe it was your big boofhead of a dog.

he watches you. unsure of the depth of your question. simon’s anxiety had eased since getting riley and what remained seemed to redirect itself to riley’s wellbeing. it worried price.

“simon’s okay luv.” he reassures. “just stuck at work.”

“oh okay.” you feel silly for asking now. maybe simon wasn’t coming to the park to see you. maybe it really was because riley and riley riley got along so well. “he seemed nervous last time.” you say offhandedly.

“oh?”

“i’m probably just overthinking it. it was lovely meeting you john. i should go before it gets dark.” you look up to see the sun tilting. if you leave now it’ll be hitting the horizon by the time you get home. you’d enjoyed talking with him. he was more chatty than simon. you wouldn’t be against seeing him though you did hope that is was simon you saw next time.

“it was lovely meeting you too luv. consider dropping by next time we hold one of the events yeah? my wife would love you.”

john asks to walk you home. you politely decline. it’s still light and you have a guard dog. he exchanges numbers with you. asks that you text him so he knows you get home safe. promises to text you about any events his wife hosts. you pay the dogs a goodbye, placing small kisses on their foreheads. he watches then, as you leave. big dog by your side. he stays at the park for a while. throws the ball for the girls. riley runs well, maggie trots behind. they all have fun. they tire eventually.

he’s on his way out when he sees a familiar face. “what are you doing here?” he laughs. he doesn’t need an answer, he already knows.

simon looks around the park. “just thought i’d swing by see if you were still here.”

john doesn’t push or pry. he’s learnt with simon to wait til he’s ready. he gets a text then, from you. you’ve arrived home safely.

ten

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a collection of riley’s. simon riley.

pairing: simon riley x reader

summary: simon riley asks price for a favour.

contains: fluff. simon being an adorable idiot. reader is charismatic. may be some she/her pronouns.

bug speaks: nil

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six

simon frowns as he walks to prices office. riley on his heels. he takes her to base most days when he can. he enjoys her company and the boys all love her.

he knocks on prices door and waits. he feels silly for what he’s about to ask. but he doesn’t want to not turn up and leave you waiting. he pictures you waiting there like last time. in the dark alone. his anxiety spikes. riley must sense it. she bumps her head into his leg. simon crouches down and gives her a smile and a pat.

the door opens then and simon looks up to see john price.

simon stands. apologies when john says he said ‘come in’ twice. john waves it off. says he’s just happy it wasn’t some little punk ding dong ditching him. simon doesn’t comment that it’s a military base. that shouldn’t be happening here.

“would you do me a favour. take riley riley to the park this afternoon? laswell has me with the rookies again and last time i was late.” simon asks.

“yeah sure.” price agrees as he sits back behind his desk. riley walks around and gets some pats from him.

“the one on high street, by the gym kyle goes to.” simon explains casually, or as close to casual as he can manage. price still looks up a little suspicious.

“there’s one closer to me. the millard’s one.”

“riley riley likes the one on high street.” he tries to explain. he sees john’s raised brow. “she’s got a friend there.”

“okay. i’ll make it happen.” john agrees with his easy smile. “riley riley. that’s cute. new nickname?”

simon feels his ears go warm.

eight

[unjust-bug]

a collection of riley’s. simon riley.

pairing: simon riley x reader

summary: asks you on a proper date.

contains: simon being an adorable idiot. may be some she/her pronouns.

bug speaks:

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twentyseven.

simon steps away anyway.

around the corner, just enough that the noise dulls. the bass still thumps through the walls, voices bleeding into each other, laughter rising and falling like it doesn’t matter.

he leans back against the wall. phone in his hand.

across the room soap is trying to drag price toward the stage.

“c’mon, sir- one song!”

price doesn’t budge. “no.”

kyle joins in, laughing. “you owe us at least one!”

“no.”

soap groans dramatically. “where’d simon go? maybe we can convince him.”

“went for a piss. leave him alone.”

simon watches it for a second before ducking behind the wall. he looks back down at his phone.

he clicks your name. message thread opening.

your photo at the top. something you had insisted on doing. your face smiles up at him. both riley’s wrapped in your arms as you crouch down.

it makes him smile.

he types out a message.

you busy tomorrow?

he stares at it. then frowns and deletes it. he tries again.

want to go out?

the he pauses. exhales and looks up to the roof. tries to clear his mind. he looks back down. thumb hovering over the screen. the cursor blinks back at him. impatient. he rubs a hand of the back of his neck. “get a grip.” he tells himself. then types again.

i’d like to go to the park again

he stares. no. that’s not- he sighs again and deletes it. he rubs a hand over his jaw now. annoyed at himself.

he ducks his head around the corner to see soap cheering, having dragged his next victim to the stage. simon lets out a laugh. he looks back down at his phone, shoulders a little less tense. he types again. slower this time. more deliberate.

you said the other day was a date.

he hits send before he can second guess himself. then adds:

let me take you on a proper one.

he pockets the phone before he can second guess himself and steps back out into the bar.

[unjust-bug]

a collection of riley’s. simon riley.

pairing: simon riley x reader

summary: simon riley finds a soft spot.

contains: fluff. simon being an adorable idiot. reader is charismatic. may be some she/her pronouns.

bug speaks: terrible news but i’m running out of ideas for this one.

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twentyfive.

sunlight filters through the trees in long, golden strips, catching on the edges of leaves and turning everything just a little warmer than it should be.

there’s a breeze, light enough to barely notice, carrying the smell of grass and something faintly salty from the distance. the world feels slower here.

simon doesn’t slow when you reach the bench.

he stops. looks at you. “sit.”

you glance at him, a small huff of amusement in your breath. “i’m fine.”

he doesn’t argue. doesn’t repeat himself. just gives you a look.

flat. steady. the kind that doesn’t need words because it already decided for you.

you hold it for a second, lips twitching, holding back a smile. you ankle does feel a little tender. you don’t tell him that. you roll your eyes and take a seat.

simon nods once, like that’s settled, like this was always how it was going to go.

the dogs move ahead of you, leashes slack in his hand as they wander across the grass. riley boy pauses every few steps to check back, tail wagging like he’s making sure you’re still there. riley riley stays closer, circling once before settling nearby.

simon remains standing for a moment longer.

you tap the space beside you. light. casual. like it doesn’t matter if he takes it or not.

he hesitates. then he sits.

he leaves space between you at first, shoulders squared forward, posture easy but controlled.

you let the silence stretch. then you shift a little closer. your shoulder brushes his.

warm and intentional.

simon stills but he doesn’t pull away. he stays stiff, like he’s deciding something.

he feels you lean into it slightly more, resting into the contact like it’s natural, like it’s always been this easy.

his hand tightens around the leads for half a second before easing again. your fingers then thread with his, warm and steady between you.

leaves rustle softly overhead.

somewhere, a dog barks.

but it all feels distant. muted.

simon exhales slowly. relaxes back into the park bench, into you.

the movement is subtle. barely noticeable.

he glances down at you.

you don’t react. your gaze stays ahead, watching other dogs as they wander through the grass, sunlight catching along their backs as they move. you look calm. unbothered.

simon studies you for half a second longer.

then looks away.

something in his chest settles. it feels warm. he’s reminded of all the times he’s seen price and his missus interact. that small bout of jealousy that scratches within him when he sees them. he imagines this is how price feels. it feels dangerous.

he looks over at the dogs and gives a short, low whistle.

“c’mere.”

both rileys react instantly.

heads snapping up, ears forward, paws kicking up bits of grass as they make their way back toward you. riley boy gets there first, tail wagging hard, slowing only when he reaches you like he remembers be gentle.

riley riley follows, calmer, slipping into place beside him without fuss.

simon leans forward slightly, unclipping the leads one by one.

the soft click of metal sounds louder in the quiet.

“go on,” he murmurs.

they don’t need telling twice.

both dogs take off again, sprinting across the open grass, chasing nothing and everything all at once.

simon watches them for a moment.

then leans back again. shoulders touching.

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adjust your stance. könig.

pairing: könig x reader

summary: könig walks you back to your dorm.

contains: könig being down bad. may be some she/her pronouns.

bug speaks:

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one.

könig is already waiting when you step out.

back against the wall, gym bag slung over one shoulder, hair still damp from the shower, darker at the ends, curling slightly where it hasn’t dried yet.

he straightens the second he sees you.

“you waiting for me?” you tease lightly.

his cheeks pink with embarrassment.

the walk back is quiet.

könig stays half a step beside you, matching your pace without making it obvious. his eyes flick down once, twice, to your side where he knows he hit you earlier.

you notice.

“i told you, i’m fine,” you say. at your door, you turn back to him. “you wanna come in?”

he hesitates. then nods.

your room is small. warm. lived in.

könig looks like he doesn’t quite belong in it, too big, too solid, but he steps in anyway, careful, like he might knock something over if he moves too fast.

“…sit,” you say, amused. you stay standing. putting away your gym bag. picking up a few pieces of dirty laundry.

he does. slowly. carefully. like he’s aware of every inch of space he takes up.

“i want to check,” he says.

you frown slightly as you look over at him. “check what?”

he doesn’t answer with words. just shifts forward. you raise to your full height and step toward him.

his hands reach out and pause briefly at your waist giving you time to pull back, to stop him if you want.

you don’t.

so he moves. careful. two fingers hooking lightly at the waistband of your pants, not pulling, just steadying you as he guides you a little closer.

you go, confused but trusting.

“könig…?”

“it will be bruising,” he murmurs. his other hand lifts the hem of your shirt slightly. slow and deliberate. he doesn’t look at you first. he looks at the mark. faint already, but darkening under your skin. his fingers brush over it.

you inhale softly. not from pain. but from the gentleness of it.

“i hit you too hard,” he says quietly.

you shake your head. “you hit me like someone who wasn’t expecting me to be that close.”

a small huff leaves him.

his thumb lingers near the bruise, not pressing, just tracing the edge of it like he’s memorising it.

“…does this hurt?” he asks.

you hesitate. “a little.”

he stills immediately. hand freezing.

you smile, softer this time.

“you could make it up to me. you could kiss it better?” you suggest.

that makes him look up. he exhales slowly. his hand doesn’t leave your side. but it eases. less tense now. his eyes questioning, unsure if your making fun of him. he pushed down on your bruise, just enough to get a surprises squeak out of you. he laughs off your suggestion.

“…you should rest,” he says.

you grin. “you sound like price.”

[unjust-bug]

a collection of riley’s. simon riley.

pairing: simon riley x reader

summary: simon riley makes a decision.

contains: fluff. simon being an adorable idiot. reader is charismatic. may be some she/her pronouns.

bug speaks: nil

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sixteen.

a call with laswell hangs over the room, delayed just enough to stretch everyone thin.

kyle and johnny have claimed the couch.

“well i’m tellin’ you, it was your fault,” johnny says, leaning forward, elbows on his knees. “you missed the signal.”

“i didn’t miss the signal,” kyle shoots back. “you gave the wrong one.”

“i did not-”

“you absolutely did.”

johnny scoffs. “that’s slander, that is.”

kyle grins. “it’s facts.”

their voices bounce easily off the walls. familiar, rhythmic, harmless.

at the desk, price isn’t listening.

he’s looking down at his phone, thumb tapping once against the screen, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. subtle and private.

johnny realises when he price doesn’t yell at them to stop arguing.

“oi,” he says, pointing. “what’s that face?”

price doesn’t look up. “what face?”

“that one,” kyle adds. “you’re smilin’ at your phone like a teenager.”

price exhales through his nose. not denying it “missus,” he says simply.

johnny groans. “right. of course.”

kyle chuckles, leaning back. “what’d she say?”

price glances at the screen again, that small smile returning. “she’s been givin’ me updates,” he says.

simon, leaned against the wall, doesn’t move. doesn’t look up. his mind is elsewhere but he still listens.

riley lies stretched out at his feet, fast asleep, chest rising and falling slow and steady.

“updates?” johnny echoes. “on what?”

price finally lifts his gaze, flicking it briefly toward simon before answering. he chooses his words carefully, “on someone’s ankle.” he sees the way simon tenses. “it’s fine,” price adds. “swollen. bruised. being told to sit still and not listening.”

simon’s jaw tightens just slightly and he exhales slowly through his nose. but he still doesn’t speak. his mind is already moving. tracking. timing. she wasn’t home the other day. mrs. henderson had said a friend took them out. a car full of dogs. he shifts slightly against the wall. adjusts his stance. he raises his gaze and locks it with price, realisation made. prices wife.

“there back home now but. missus has to take maggie to the vet. she’s worried with no one to check on them they’ll try walk.”

decision made. “permission to leave early today sir?”

“granted.”

at his feet, riley stirs, lifting her head like she’s already clocked the shift. simon glances down at her. he ignores the way kyle and johnny complain.

“…let’s go girl,” he murmurs. she may as well hear ‘let’s go get our girl’.

eighteen.

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the first time it happens simon doesn’t register it completely. you are all at the bar, and had a few too many to drink. you’ve always been quick to anger and he doesn’t blame you with this situation. they guy had it coming. your voice is loud as you follow the man out. and then it happens. you soften. voice lowering muttering a “he’s not worth it.”

it’s the second time he registers the song. still he thinks it as correlation not causation. your walking through the mall. you were getting increasingly agitated about picking out the right gift for price’s birthday. that’s when the music turned to the next song. simon noticed the way your shoulders relaxed instantly. your brow softening and the sigh you let out as if to release the pent up energy that was building.

the third time ghost does it on purpose. more out of curiosity, not thinking anything of it. you were in the gym boxing with gaz. your mistakes were evident and it was only making you angrier which lead to more mistakes. soap was watching from the sidelines, his head bopping along to something ghost had never heard of before.

ghost tells johnny to change the song. he names it. johnny obliges. the reaction in you is immediate. you seem to sharpen, your mind focusing in on the task. you make no further mistakes and you have gaz on his ass in a heartbeat.

no one else seems to notice the song.

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