Hiiii !!1 I don't think many people are going to end up seeing this, but I think it's important for me to atleast say "goodbye"!
I won't be using this account for a long time. I of course cannot guarantee that this will be a permanent hiatus, but I cannot guarantee I'll come back to start writing headcanons again.
I have finally made a new account where I'll hopefully be more active where I do the things I genuinely find joy in ; drawing ! writing headcanons has been fun but it's been really stressful and draining (><;;)) i haven't posted on here in months...
I will be moving to @g4kuk41 ! if you want to continue following me for whatever reason, that's where ill be :3
thank you all for supporting me and putting up with my writing :D
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😔 guess they’ll never know the answer
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ok guys but hear me out..,
back before simon was drafted and he was still working in some butcher around the outskirts of manchester, he remembers a little bakery a few blocks down from his shop. although never particularly crowded, he's noticed the older locals go by in the mornings for coffee, kids guided in by their parents after schools to get a snack. but he doesn't seem to lounge in the corner of that cafe for either of those reasons- instead, he finds himself fawning over the pretty baker.
and you're nice to him, too- always smiling when you see him around, voice so sweet when you're at the butchers to buy some meat for the pies, sneakily trying to slip him a discount whenever he goes to buy a sandwich- 'hospitality workers gotta stick together, right?' it's no wonder that he finds himself falling for you, a stupid puppy crush that he tries, and occasionally fails, to suppress. and sometimes, simon lets himself believe you like him too, with the way the blood rushes to your cheeks when you spot him across the shelves, with he notes how you nearly fumble a frothing pot of milk when caught staring at him. it's a little attempt of young love that he thinks will be smothered out as he gets older.
but now it is twenty years later, he is working with the sas, and he is meant to be dead. but simon finds himself strolling his hometown, genuinely surprised that he sees the cafe still up, that he sees you, still working behind the display cabinets. you're older now, more mature, but your smile is just as pretty as it was those years ago. and he sees that glimmer of recognition in your eyes, how your head perks up at the sight of his figure outside of the window.
ghost smothers his cigarette and bins it before walking through the doors. may as well pay the bird a visit.
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wow I'm actually making a "I'm going to eep" post look at me go
Well gn funny people I met through the screen
Hope you have a good eep (or have one later if it's not eep time for you yet)
Night night lovely people ily /platonic 💖
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