#i need to see that man joyful and full of laughter goddamnit

[kortac-sweetheart]

thinkin abt: simon and his sweet little partner that’s similar to him

after months of being pestered by his team simon finally relents and plans to introduce them to his little lovie at their usual pub.

when they finally arrive, you and simon are already there, and dear god— he’s full on laughing, nearly keeling over in the stool and having to hold onto you and the bar counter so he doesn’t fall face first into the ground.

he only manages to wrangle himself back together (still giggling, mind you) when he notices them approaching and giving them a small wave over.

and only a second later, it’s like a lightbulb turned on in his head, he’s tapping you on the shoulder, leaning down and whispering something into you ear (he must be up to no good with that smirk on his face). and you clearly agree to it, nodding enthusiastically whilst giggling before whipping around abruptly to face them.

your eyes lock onto johnny and it’s like his blood freezes over.

you’re lobbing him that same silent, thousand yarded, eerie and unsettling dead-fish-eyed glare that simon does when he’s gone and fucked something up. your look locks him in place, just like a startled deer in headlights and it feels like this abominable stare-down has lasted for a millennia (it’s only been five seconds.) before your stone-cold facade cracks and you burst into a fit of giggles at the startled look plastered on his face.

clutching your stomach and simon’s arm as you both fall into peals of laughter from teasing johnny, he can’t be mad at such a little bonnie thing like you teasing him now can he? no fair.

he can only shake his head with a small chuckle and slight flush on his face, a “steamin’ jesus, there’s two of ‘em now.” muttered under his breath.

it’s no wonder to the team why simon has taken such a shine to you, it’s almost like you’re one in the same, two peas in a pod, a cell that’s mitosis-ed into two identical ones, soul mates or something like that.

they’ve never seen him laugh and smile as much as they did that night. you always laugh at his dark jokes and dry puns, responding with a witty retort or joke of your own that has leaves him in stitches and with a bright twinkle in his eyes.

happiness is a good look on him, on both of you, actually.

now, all they’re waiting for is a wedding invitation.