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I wanted to revisit sock princess
I love Siwon (Simon x Jiwon) bc their trope is clearly Simon being “Don't mess with my wife she's a little crazy”
jamie’s two teds
Hii could you do a funny one between negan and Simon where they get drunk and they kiss by accident and both of them are just awkward about it but negan tells one of his jokes and they laugh it off
"Accidents Happen" n. smith Oneshot
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Summary (Fluff and Tension?): Simon and Negan get drunk after a long week of managing their communities, a tiny argument occurs, and ends with an accidental lip locking.
Warnings: Vulgar language, plenty uses of 'fuck', alcohol consumption, use of 'babe', teeny tiny spoiler but not really?
A/N: I'm so sorry I didn't get to this sooner 😭 I've had some stuff go down recently, so I've been busy with family matters and a bit of writers block for a couple of my works. But here we are, and I hope you like it! Flora doesn't exist, by the way, she's just a random name.
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It was four twenty-six in the morning, far too early for Negan and Simon to be awake. They both had a rough week trying to get Alexandria and the Hill-Top to comply with their demands, but of course, Rick likes to be rebellious.
He convinced the Hill-Top to stop giving them booze, for whatever reason that Negan didn’t care about, so the Saviors took all the alcohol from both communities as a ‘compromise.’
“Did he really?” Simon hiccuped from his chair in the make-shift conference room, pouring another glass of whiskey. Negan snorted and nodded his head.
“Yeah, kids got some fucking guts. I get why he’s Rick’s pride and joy, he’s pretty damn smart.” The two were talking about the countless times Carl outsmarted and talked back to Negan before there was a knock on the door. “The fuck do you want?”
“Uhm, Dr. Carson said he’s out of Aspirin. He needs someone to go on a run with him.” One of Negan’s wives slipped the door open a crack and gulped while staring into Negan’s cold eyes.
“So how about you send someone?” He raised an eyebrow and looked at his empty glass. When the woman left, he reached his hand over and grabbed Simon’s while he was drinking from it.
Simon stared at him while he chugged it down and tapped the glass on the table. Negan smiled at him and gestured towards the almost empty bottle with it.
“‘Nother hit, babe.” Simon only sighed and did what he told him to, just like always.
“I’m not your ‘babe.’” He screwed the cork back into the empty bottle and set it on the ground next to his chair, making sure not to knock it over.
Negan chuckled and lifted the glass to his chapped lips, locking eyes with Simon over the clear rim, “Right, and my name's not Negan.”
Simon scoffed and leaned back in his chair, remembering something he was supposed to tell Negan a while ago.
“Oh, you know Flora, at Hill-Top? Yeah, she uh,” He couldn’t help himself and let a laugh slip out while Negan set down the glass with a hard look in his eyes, “She thought I was gonna fucking kill her the other day because she spilled paint on my shoes.”
“The blue paint?” Negan hummed and didn’t let his gaze leave Simon’s.
“Yeah.”
“The Hill-Top doesn’t have painters there.”
Moments of silence were shared between the men. They didn’t look away from each other, and Simon subconsciously covered the paint on his shoe with his other.
“What?”
“They don’t have painters there, Simon. They have farmers, and that’s all that those dickweeds spend their time doing. Those dumpster people, though? They’ve got painters. A lot of fucking painters. So many, in fact, that if you set foot in their community you’re bound to get some on you.”
Negan leaned forward until he was face to face with Simon, his whiskey breath flooding the man’s nostrils. “The same damn community that I told you to stop fucking seeing.”
Simon took in an angry breath, “I didn’t see them.”
“Are you lying to me, Simon?”
“No.” His voice was just above a whisper, and another knock on the door ensued.
“Negan, we just wanted to confirm that you’re okay with us taking Dr. Carson to the hospital a couple miles away?” A man asked, looking between the two drunk men. Simon’s face was red, whether it be from anger, the alcohol, or something else, and so was Negan’s.
“Get your tiny little ass outta here, and take the limp dick doctor with you!” Negan shouted and turned his head to look at the guy.
Spooked, the man nodded his head and quickly closed the door.
With the guy gone, Negan and Simon both turned their heads to look at each other, about to say an assumable insult at the other, when they realized they were a bit too close.
Their lips locked, and they both held still. Negan pulled away first, an unreadable expression on his face that Simon couldn’t pinpoint. He, on the other hand, had wide eyes and a light look of fear in them.
They didn’t say anything to each other, just staring at or though each other.
“This doesn’t make us gay, does it?”
“If it does, I’m totally putting you in a dress and making you one of my wives.” Negan raised his eyebrows playfully and grabbed his glass, downing the last bit of whiskey in it.
Simon snickered and shook his head, glad that his boss didn’t resent him. “How about we keep that between us?”
“Agreed. Accidents happen.” Negan groaned, stood up, and stretched.
“Hittin’ the hay if you wanna come join me.” He winked and picked Lucille up from the table, slinging her over his shoulder.
“Nah, I’m good. Don’t wanna steal you from the girls.” Simon stood up as well, grabbing the empty glass bottle.
“Offer's always open.” Negan smirked and made his way towards the door, leaving his right-hand man in the conference room alone.
Simon hummed and listened to his footsteps weaken until he couldn’t hear Negan, set the bottle on the table, and put his hands in his pockets while staring at the door.
Was it an accident, though?
Everything is fake. Everything in the world is fake. It’s like, you know…the grass on the football field isn’t even grass. It's… it’s plastic! All the people are fake. They’re made out of metal. But I like you. And that is not fake.
Wilhelm, Young Royals.
CHAT there's been this sprunki au floating in my head and i need to infodump
name is subject to change but for now i've dubbed it "murder gang au"
still ironing out some of the details, but the main jist of it is that at some point, black is defeated, and the only survivors are tunner (cuz i said so,) gray, fun bot, mr fun computer, jevin, pinki, wenda, brud, and to an extent: durple, simon, and mr sun. (oh, vinerias also out there but shhh they don't know that yet)
just about everyone is immediately hospitalized, leaving gray, jevin, and the robots to decide what to do with wenda, durple, and simon, as they're all responsible for the death or injuries of at least one person.
they ultimately decide it isn't safe to keep them around, and give them two days to finish anything they need to do, before they have to leave.
from there on out, the three would go on SILLY ADVENTURES!! traveling and surviving together, all while forming a silly sibling-like bond due to their shared trauma and mountain of guilt, hooray!
oh oh ALSO! simon is unable to see due to well... not having eyes, wenda can hear still, but due to her ears being shredded has difficulty hearing, and durples jaw unhinges whenever he opens his mouth, he's still able to make noises, but it's hard for him to communicate via words
see no evil hear no evil hear no evil and all that
as for think no evil, they all get to have a voice in their head telling them to do bad things ;3
I usually get really anxious and sometimes frustrated when shows leave on cliffhangers and stretch out storylines, but I gotta admit that School Spirits writers are doing it right. I'm legit just enjoying the ride.
aren’t i so much better now that i’m just a normal guy?
Yes this is another post about Dead Boy Detectives okay I’m on a roll.
Simons punishment in Hell is so heartbreaking to me. He has to tear pages out of the book where he put Edwin and his initials and the ‘headmaster’ tells him he can stop when he finishes the whole book, but the book keeps replacing itself. And it hits so emotionally if you have ever had to hide or repress queer emotion. Simon is being punished for simply having emotion and he thinks if he can stop having that emotion (finish tearing out all the pages) all the pain will stop. Being queer isn’t something that just leaves you… it is always there and sometimes it causes you pain because others can’t accept it maybe even you yourself can’t accept it. (Ex. Simon saying Does it have to be torture? Bring the way we are?) Then our boy Edwin who has been trying to deal with the repression he’s had for so long tells him that it’s okay to be queer and if you ever make yourself believe it’s not okay you are making your own hell.
That whole scene was very sad and also happy since Simon ends up accepting himself. I cried about it multiple times (rn is one of those times).
“Do you think it has to be torture? Being the way we are?” -Simon (Dead Boy Detectives 2024)
mfw they condemn me to the infirmary
Don’t know if I’m late to the Adventure Time party, but have some silly Simon doodle I made after watching Obsidian!
Simon and the Lord of the Flies
Doodles ft a friends sk& oc, mei and simon :3
