#simon x jack

[clowningfish28]

Just wanted to post this edit here

[woofipliers]

Jack always thinking Simon was really pretty. Feeling a little bad about welding him in that submarine. Staring at his pretty eyes through the porthole and forcing himself to look away. Feeling so conflicted about everything, because all he knows about Simon is that he's killed dozens and dozens of people and that he's supposed to think of Simon as a convict and nothing more. Not being able to talk to anyone about his problematic crush because these thoughts would be absolutely forbidden in the COI, especially considering who Simon is.

[irritableteadrinkersarchive]

☁ this is absolutely my fault rofl

[ It so is your fault TAKE RESPONSIBILITY ]

Simon was fed up.

Yet again Jack came to his room. Looking for attention. Yet again the larger man had ignored Simon’s request. To leave him alone. There had been a lot on the guard’s mind; troubled by his nightmares. And having a patient hounding after him for affection was not helping in the slightest.

It was simply piling onto the mountain of frustration Simon was already feeling. With Simon’s past, ever fiber of his being was telling him to hate Jack. To despise the man and make his life a living hell. But for some reason beyond Simon’s comprehension, the guard found himself doing the opposite. 

And that made him all the more pissed off with Jack.

To the point he was practically shouting at the other man before him. Telling him to back off. To leave him the fuck alone. His whole body was shaking with anger. He wanted to hit Jack. Punch that stupid grinning face into a bloody pulp. Simon looked as if he was about to. Give the other man a reason to leave him be from now on.

He was a patient. He was supposed to hate Simon. Not seek him out like this.

So why.. why the hell wouldn’t Jack leave him alone? Was he encouraging the older man somehow? No! No way was he. Simon couldn’t think like that. He didn’t want this man’s attention. He didn’t want Jack close to him like this. Which made Simon think.

Why didn’t he end this as soon as it started?

His lips thinned; hands curling into fists by his sides as he stopped shouting for 5 seconds. Jack didn’t look too pleased. Never was whenever Simon tried to rip him a new one. Try being the word. Any other guard, and the larger man may have folded. But not with Simon apparently. And that just pissed the Brit off even more.

Everything about Jack pissed him off. The way he spoke to him. Acted around him. Came to him. Touched him…

Several books toppled off the shelf nailed to the wall as Simon suddenly slammed Jack against it. Obviously taking the patient by surprise as his one eye widened with shock; half expecting Simon to full on attack him after that little outburst. But his surprise only grew with Simon proceeding to claim Jack’s lips with his own; nibbling and biting them passionately as he pressed against the larger man. 

“I fucking hate you..” He snarled under his breath; gripping Jack’s jumpsuit so tightly his knuckles were turning white. Threatening to tear at the fabric at any given moment as the guard forced his tongue between Jack’s chapped lips. 

It was incredibly rare for Simon to actually initiate things with the patient. Even more rare for him to kiss Jack so passionately. But his mind… wasn’t all there. Not with everything going on in his life.

He swore Jack was making him crazy..

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“Where are you even leaving to, this is your house.”

[ I’m gonna do (Good) post-asylum for this :D ]

Simon was in the process of buckling his belt up - well, the best a one armed man could - when Jack spoke up from under the bed sheets. After a few rather frustrated moments of fidgeting about with the belt and grunting with irritation, he gave up on trying to do his belt up. Simply letting it hang down as he sighed towards Jack.

“I have to leave from time to time, you know that.” He pointed out, moving around the bed to retrieve a shirt from the wardrobe. Despite still aching all over from their ‘tryst’, Simon really needed to get out and about. Sure, he agreed to keep an eye on Jack. Keep him out of trouble. But after everything that happened back at Mount Massive between them…

He still felt troubled around the larger man.

Not that he told Jack this.

Wiggling his way into the shirt, he watched Jack giving him that look. “Don’t give me that. Just need some fresh air. I wont be long. Might even grab some drinks if the store is open. Young lady there always keeps the good stuff back for me.” Limping back to his side of the bed, he slipped a pair of shoes on before grabbing his cane. 

Their romps tended to cramp his bad leg up quite a bit. Good job he kept his stick right by the bed. Was also rather handy to smack certain needy men who keep sneaking into his bed.

“It’s late. You should get some sleep.”

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[ So me and Pyrocidal have been chatting away about a domestic AU. And now I am CONSUMED ]

The sound of button smashing could be heard from the lavishly decorated living room; as Jack and Minnie were merrily battling one another on a console game. It was a rather furious battle, both concentrating and whooping with delight. Though their merriment was shattered in an instant as a voice suddenly boomed out from the kitchen.

“JACK!”

The young girl paused the game, slowly peering towards Jack with a rather accusing look. Large eyebrows lowered, narrowing her steel blue eyes somewhat. “What did you do this time, Dad?”

Jack shrugged his shoulders as he twisted around, peering over the top of the sofa. “Yes, dear?”

Simon made his way in, armed with a spatula in hand. “Yooou...” He hissed, waving his weapon of choice in the larger man’s direction. “What. Have. I. Told. You. About. Your. DISHES?”

There was silence between them for a spell. “To put them in the kitchen?”

Simon slowly inhaled through his nose. “No. I asked you, oh so politely, on many occasions, to either put them in the sink, or the dishwasher.”

“Yeeer?”

Jack was obviously oblivious to the problem here. Though Minnie was currently trying her best not to laugh at the rather amusing scene unfolding between Simon and Jack. Little spats like this happened quite often.

“So, sweetheart. Where did you put your dishes?”

Jack had to think for a moment. “I put them on the side.”

And there was the problem. 

With a sharp ‘thwak’, Simon hit the top of Jack’s head with the spatula, causing the larger man to huff out lightly while he rubbed his head better. All the while, Minnie was giggling her face off to the point she was rolling about the place. “Yooooooou....” Simon grumbled again. “Need some serious house training!” Crossing his arm, he then flashed Jack a smirk. “I’m gonna hide your cigarettes. That’ll teach you.”

“No your not!”

“I’m gonna hide them.”

“No! You’re not!”

“He’s going to hide them.” Philomena chimed in.

Jack glanced to the young girl, before returning his gaze to Simon. “But hooooney.” He whined, kneeling up on the sofa to be eye level with Simon. “I am really sorry!”

Simon gave him an unimpressed look. “Gonna have to do better then that.”

Jack planted a kiss on his cheek. “Really really sorry..” Which was quickly followed by several more kisses. To the point their daughter started making ‘blerg’ noises at the sight.

“All right all right! I won’t hide them.” Simon gave in - as per usual. “But if you keep putting your dishes all over the place, you’re sleeping on the sofa.”

[eric-writes-fanfiction]

Maybe

Maybe Simon wanted to be like Jack. Wanted to be charismatic, and smart, and able to get what he wanted. Able to avoid Roger's outstretched, waiting foot and able to sweet talk any teacher. Maybe Simon admired Jack. Admired his even speaking voice. His straight A report card and his impressive singing range. His looping handwriting, much more beautiful than Simon's messy, inky slashes. Maybe Simon truly liked Jack. Liked the warm tone he took with close friends and the sharp tone he took with everyone else. His surprising head of red hair and his freckled arms, legs, and face. His unkept fingernails that Simon trailed his fingers over at lunch, tapping the glassy surface of each nail. So when Jack grabbed his hand and pulled him onto the plane, Simon could feel his heart pound. Maybe.