#jealous simon

this is not edited and i wrote this at 4am 😭

thinking about the silent smouldering confidence radiating off of ghost when he knows he’s better in every way compared to your new boyfriend.

he doesn’t understand you the same way. sure, maybe your relationship with him wasn’t the most perfect, but it’s gotta be better than this arsewipe you picked up from the streets. he just doesn’t get you; your little tics, what makes you smile, laugh, cry, snort — cum.

you see it in every subtle jerk of Ghost’s body, every glance he passes you. pure smugness when your new boy toy drops the weighted gun several times, snaps at you when you try to help him; you can’t even point it out or go berserk if Ghost breathes in your direction, because nobody else sees it - just you. he reckons that’s why you’re perfect for him. nah, he knows it.

you suppose it’s a curse of some sort - it’s not like your boyfriend is a complete dickhead, but he messes up once and you find yourself wondering if Ghost would have done the same. if he’d allow it all.

“You’re pointin’ south.”

Ghost rolls his shoulders back, head cocked to the side as he watches your boyfriend turn in LT’s direction, lips pressed in a thin line. You keep reminding him it’s the other fucking way, that he had to practice the day before, because he knew how important this was to you—

“Yeah, got it L.T.” He says through clenched teeth. Ghost says nothing, but the mask shifts a little and you want nothing more than to wipe the smirk off of his face.

It doesn’t help when he releases the trigger and misses.

“Just keep trying.” You urge your boyfriend through clenched teeth, offering a smile. Ghost watches it all, how quickly your mood plummeted, how you’re sparing him worried glances. he’s not gonna pity your sod of a boyfriend, but since you’re so worried, he’d consider it. well, he tries to, when that boyfriend of yours moves harshly out of your way and readjusts his pose. It’s humiliating and it doesn’t go by unnoticed.

“There you go,” Your boyfriend simmers to himself when the bullet pierces straight into the makeshift dummy opposite him.

“Good job.” You sigh out, weights rolling off of your shoulders.

“Didn’t need a compass either.” Ghost remarks, void of any emotion as he turns to saunter off.

Despite your mental efforts, you can’t deny the sex is… awful.

You feel terrible as you roll onto your side, a layer of sweat on your skin, looking all tossed up. You should feel… good, right? Yet it doesn’t. It wasn’t the same; no familiar ache between your legs, the immediate sleep after, the same large hands that knew every inch of your body.

“Fuck sake,” You shove your face into the small cushion next to you, voice muffled. Here you were, laying beside your boyfriend, thinking about how much you’d rather be sleeping on the cheap issue of Ghost’s mattress.

You were royally fucked up.

Everyone notices your bad mood the day after; you’re slamming doors, sighing irritably, cricking your neck to the side, knees jittery. Ghost drinks it in, God he fucking revels it. Poor girl.

“Needed this, didn’t ya?” He’s rasping in your ear later that night, your head buried into the pillow deep somewhere in the barracks, ass up in the air for him. Ghost hisses, hips snapping against you. He can tell you needed this — course that pretty boy’s not been takin’ care of you, he doesn’t know you. Doesn’t care to.

“Fussy thing,” Ghost grunts, large hand moving to fist your hair, earning a whimper in response. You’re clawing at the sheets beneath you, breathless, unable to conjure up some lame jab because he’s so deep in you you swear you’re seeing stars.

“Greedy too. Yeah, you fuckin’ like that,” Thrust after thrust, you clench around him, taking him so well, because after all; you’re his. His girl. You moan into the pillow, earning a chuckle from the man as he stills, gloved hands on your hips. God, you know he’s making you late to training but you can’t seem to care.

“Doesn’t fuck you right, does he, love?”

“Si —” You’re panting, lolling against the pillow, jaw slack when large hands spread your legs wider, tattooed skin against soft flesh.

but i don’t even care that boy was jealous as fuck and you can’t change my mind. you cannot tell me that him pelting a dodgeball at wilhelm during gym came from any other place than pure jealousy. cause it’s not wille’s fault the forest ridge boys celebrated wille making out with a girl. so that throw was definitely a “oh so you wanna make out with other people now?? ha we’ll see about that ☄️🥊”

especially with that smug and pissed off glare he gave wille after hitting him. that boy was seething with possessive jealousy I DONT CARE LMAOAO

POV: "When the aggressive one gets the ball"

Jealous Simon was something else! 😆🏐

Favourite episode - Four

Top five moments from episode four:

5) Wille on the Table

I mean what an opener! Wille panicking about Henry seeing him and Felice. You know as an audience Henry is SO going to tell everyone and are just waiting for it. I forgot about the whole “on the table” thing so when it happened I was like arggggghhhhh…. Noooooo….. oh poor Simon. Simon’s face throughout this scene is just heart breaking and it just sets the episode up so well.

4) The Kiss

We waited and waited for it and thought it would never happen. Beautifully shot, beautifully acted - again a fantastic example of YR needing no dialogue to convey very strong emotions. Loved it! But not my favourite moment from episode 4!

3) Fredrika and Stella getting ready

Ah the beauty of touch. The close up of Fredrika and Stella getting ready. Stella gazing up and placing her fingers on Fredrika’s collar bone. If you notice Stella’s finger slightly shakes when she is doing it. Just beautiful. If we get a season 3 I will be SO invested in them as a couple.

2) The Locker Room

So, I love, love jealous Simon and his face after he has thrown the ball at Wille’s head. Having not really given Wille any real indication of his feelings or indeed if he even still wants a relationship with him, Simon leaves during the table scene and then looks at Wille with fire in this eyes and a ball in his hand.

Leading us to the locker room, where we have the best argument/chat between Wille and Simon across the two seasons. We don’t see Simon lose control very often but it is the start of him coming back to Wille. I have to admit on first watch I really thought that it was it for these two characters - I just couldn’t see a way back for them. Which leads to why number 1) is my favourite scene in Young Royals ever….

1) “I get it…. You don’t love me anymore”

It is a short moment in a jam-packed episode of excellence but I have watched this bit over and over again. The whole very intense atmosphere created at the ball - the music, costumes, all the cast there - was fantastic. Then, the lead up with Wille trying to be “polite” and Simon just looking at him. You see Wille go to the kitchen desperately trying to keep it together and then Simon also adjusting his tie, breathing. It’s all too much. Simon turns to find Wille - I held my breath - and Wille says: “I get it.. you don’t love me anymore.” And, Simon’s face - I do, I do!

Thank you for reading if you got this far! Would love to read yours.

Simon:

Baz: Simon no-

Simon: YOU TRYNA STEAL MY BOYFRIEND HUH YOU LITTLE SHIT?!?!?!? GO FIND YOURSELF SOMEONE ELSE

So this is the sweetest ask ever… I mean thank you for reading that crazy world I have created!!

just a short little Saphne piece set in the BE Universe

I thought of this picture while reading Horimiya. It's an manga series. Very good.