#now I'm cRYING

[lostintransist]

Having followed Epic: The Musical from the beginning I am weeping right now.

It's a good fic. If you know Epic it's a great fic.

Would You Fall in Love with Me Again?

Pairing: Simon “Ghost” Riley X Female!Reader

Warnings: fluff, tears will be shed

Authors Note: I hope you enjoy, this is based off of “Would you fall in love with me again” from Epic the Musical. 10/10 would recommend

Masterlist

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The house stood still in the quiet of the night, its porch light casting faint halos on the frost-dusted steps. Simon Riley hesitated at the door, his gloved hand hovering over the knob. The key in his pocket felt heavier than his entire pack. This house wasn’t just walls and a roof—it was everything he’d left behind, everything he feared he’d never see again.

With a deep, unsteady breath, he pushed the door open. The familiar creak echoed in his ears, a sound he hadn’t realized he missed. The hallway smelled faintly of lavender, the same scent you always favored. It hit him with a wave of nostalgia so strong his knees nearly buckled.

The soft glow of a lamp in the living room cast warm shadows over the space. Simon’s eyes swept over every detail, drinking it in as though the house itself might vanish. The beige couch, the neatly folded blanket, the wedding photo on the mantle—it was all there, unchanged. Yet, it felt distant, like a life that belonged to someone else.

He stepped further inside, the creak of the floorboards beneath his boots startling in the silence. His bag dropped from his shoulder to the floor with a dull thud, his hands curling into fists at his sides. This was home, but he wasn’t sure if he still belonged here.

“Simon?”

Your voice broke the silence like a sudden, bright light in a dark room. Simon’s entire body froze, his breath catching in his throat. Slowly, he turned toward the sound, his heart pounding in his ears.

You stood in the doorway to the kitchen, wrapped in an oversized cardigan that swallowed your frame. Your eyes were wide, your lips slightly parted as you stared at him. The light from the kitchen framed you like a portrait, and for a moment, Simon thought he might be dreaming.

“Simon,” you said again, this time softer, your voice trembling.

He couldn’t speak. His throat felt tight, the words trapped somewhere between his heart and his lips. You didn’t wait for him to answer.

In an instant, you crossed the room, your slippers barely making a sound on the hardwood floor. Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him close with a force that took him by surprise. Simon stumbled back a step, but his arms found their place around your waist, holding you tightly.

“I’m here,” he rasped, his voice breaking. “I’m home.”

You clung to him like he might vanish if you let go, your tears soaking into the fabric of his jacket. Simon felt your body trembling against his, and it broke something deep inside him.

Your knees buckled, and he followed you to the floor, his arms never leaving you. He knelt there, cradling you as you both gave in to the emotions that had been held back for far too long.

“I thought—” Your voice cracked as you tried to speak through your sobs. “I thought you were dead, Simon. I thought I’d lost you forever.”

He swallowed hard, his throat burning. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, his voice raw. “I didn’t mean to—God, I didn’t want to leave you like that.”

You pulled back slightly, just enough to look at his face. His mask was pushed up to his forehead, revealing a face that was both familiar and different. There were new scars, lines etched deeper than before, and a haunted look in his eyes that hadn’t been there the last time you saw him.

“You came back,” you said, your hands cupping his face. “That’s all that matters.”

Simon’s gaze dropped, his shoulders sagging as though the weight of your words was too much to bear. “I don’t know if I deserve this,” he admitted, his voice barely audible. “I don’t know if I deserve you.”

Your brow furrowed, and you tightened your hold on him. “Don’t say that,” you said softly but firmly. “You’re my husband, Simon. You don’t have to ‘deserve’ anything. You’re here, and that’s enough.”

He shook his head, his jaw clenching. “Two years, love. I’ve been gone for two bloody years. You’ve waited for me while I—” He broke off, his voice faltering. “I’m not the man I was. I don’t even know if I can be him again.”

Your heart ached at the vulnerability in his voice, at the way he seemed so much smaller despite his imposing frame. You leaned closer, your forehead pressing against his. “You don’t have to be,” you murmured.

Simon’s eyes lifted to meet yours, a flicker of hope mingling with his uncertainty. “Do you mean that?”

“I mean it,” you whispered. “Simon Riley, I would fall in love with you a thousand times over. Every version of you. Every scar, every flaw.”

His breath hitched, and for the first time in years, his tears spilled over.

Simon pulled you against him again, his hands gripping you like a lifeline. His lips found your temple, pressing a soft, lingering kiss there as his tears mingled with yours. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I never stopped.”

You nodded against him, your fingers threading through his hair. “I know,” you said. “I love you too.”

The two of you stayed like that on the floor, wrapped in each other’s arms, the weight of the past two years finally beginning to lift. The world outside didn’t matter anymore. In this moment, in this house, you were home.

Simon shifted slightly, leaning back just enough to look at you. “I’m going to make this right,” he promised, his voice steady now. “For you. For us.”

You smiled through your tears, brushing your thumb over his cheek. “You already have, Simon.”

And for the first time in years, Simon Riley felt whole.

Hope you enjoyed! Please consider liking and reposting! -Midnight💜

[palamedeez-nuts]

rereading ntn is such a precious experience. the first read I was kind of blasting through trying to figure out what the fuck was happening. but reading it again with more context and really savouring it is so special. after how terminally fucked up every single dynamic on the Mithraeum in htn is, the tenderness and affection in Cam, Pal, Nona and Pyrrha's little found family, and Hot Sauce's gang, and the different ways they all show they love each other, are all so sacred

[satelarry]

allow me being delusional and believe tim's last gift for hawk was being able to gather the courage to tell his daughter he was the man he loved.

[toxintouch]

Mhin being on screen during the "wipe away tears that I cry" lyrics when the only picture we have of their monster form is

help me i can't have so many feelings about this rn i need to sleep.

[youchangedmedestiel]

Guys, I can't. I'm not strong enough for today. I - I'm in my premenstrual phase. I'm sick as hell and haven't slept well in days, I just can't.

I can't see gifs or pics or whatever related to Cas's declaration of love to Dean. I might burst into tears at any moment.

[violetmuses]

Roman hasn't said 'Baby Girl' since becoming the Tribal Chief and now I'm going to cry. 😭😩💔

@expert-texpert @persethegawd @episodes-ff @adriennegabriella @fearlesschimera @secretlifeoofmarpessa @mytribalnightmare @adoresmiles @blackgurlnhermoods @babybratzmaraj 🏷

[lukaherehelp]

" Thank you Kazz Magazine for the honor of nominating James and P'Net and the series Don't Play with Anol (Bed Friend) for the Kazz Awards 2024 Series Of The Year. I've always been proud to be a part of this series. Thanks, it's good work. Dumandi Brother Off who saw my talent and gave me a chance to get a blon. Thank you, brother Chevin. Brother Dare who teaches and guides me in the way of work. Thank you Anol (Uea) for giving me insights on life and work experience as an actor. Thank you to all my friends, cast and crew behind the scenes, especially Net, who have been through all the troubles and happiness that we were able to create this work to completion. " - James on his twitter/x account today

[monzabee]

WHAT DO YOU MEAN CHARLES' CAR IS BROKEN HE NEEDS TO DRIVE WITH HIS BROTHER GODDAMN IT

[a-soft-housecat]

[horselovingbookworm]

The new PJO adaptation is less than 3 weeks away...

...and I just imagined Walker, Leah, and Aryan doing the iconic wand intro that all the Disney Channel shows used to do. Like just picture each of them doing their own version of this:

"Hey, I'm Walker Scobell..."

"Hi, I'm Leah Jeffries...."

"Hey, I'm Aryan Simhadri..."

"...from Percy Jackson and the Olympians, and you're watching Disney Plus!"

*Cue iconic music and signature wand swish*

[bluespring864]

okay the thing that finally got me was Taylor throwing the tennis balls by hand just like Andy always threw his sweatbands

[whimsical-roasting]

it’s 1am and my tiktok keeps giving lil snippets and spoilers of ted lasso s3… but more importantly, it keeps doing these emo jamie tartt edits w songs like “you’re on your own kid” and I am CRYING. why. w h y. am i cRYING??! i just want to hold him :( like he’s grown so much but for all the hurt i just want to hold him and sob

[bgranville]

I was thinking about Nova today and just so happened to be updating some illustrations from the book I worked on.

This page was fun because it takes place in a horse magazine. I used to be a graphic designer in horse advertising (Kentucky), so I thought it would be a fun little bonus to draw myself into the background (Probably listening to some murder podcast, idk). I also included my beloved old baby pug, Nova, who passed away this summer.

[thatgirl4815]

i’d take a simple “maybe we’ll find each other again one day” at this point over nothing. that or a happy/ambiguous open ending is how i’ve always seen their storyline in general going for some reason. i’ll be sad but at least i can imagine what i want from it lol https://www.tumblr.com/thatgirl4815/731122567342112768/i-cant-help-but-think-about-how-bleak-its-going

I hope, regardless of what happens between Sand and Ray, that Ray can be in rehab and recovering in the end. An ambiguous open-ending is something I can definitely see happening, but I think there's a strong possibility we could get a straightforward one too, where Sand and Ray are happily together and Ray is working through his issues.

But also...I feel like we were led to believe in Ep4 that Ray can't rely on Mew as his support system anymore and that position was going to be filled by Sand. Now of course Mew and Ray are on good terms as friends, but I think we're meant to believe that Sand is now Ray's emergency contact. I just feel like it would be that much more heartbreaking if the show has made a point of indicating that Sand is the one Ray turns to when he's in trouble, just for Sand to be gone. Of course, Ray still has his friends and I'm sure other people will come into his life that he can lean on for support (I'm hoping), but that would still be so sad to me if Ray loses someone like Sand who loves him and cherishes him the way his mom never did.

[bidisasterevankinard]

I made myself cry thinking about how both Buck and Eddie screamed each other names when the other one was dying/died in front of them and never heard answer

[vaguely-functional-directions]

It really hits me hard how in the end, bonnie and clyde were on their way to see their parents. Like, just how young they actually were. And like the contrast to how clyde says at the end of This World Will Remember Me that he 'just wants to see his folks before he goes' in the context of meaning before he goes off on the run to make a name for himself. And then at the end, bonnie and clyde have both accepted that their deaths are inevitable and they are just living on borrowed time. And they must know that this last trip to meet their parents is really to say goodbye. And that same line of 'I just want to see my folks before I go' is just as applicable here too, except now 'go' refers to death instead of going off to live life. Just. Something about how they were on their way to say goodbye but never made it makes me so emotional