Simon "Ghost" RIley, One Shots.

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Those two lovers, stars perfectly aligned since the day they crossed paths.

You could say they were meant to be, soul mates, the last two pieces to a puzzle, the matching sock. Oh they were just perfect.

Of course they both had their ups and downs, twists and turns, on's and offs. Still, nothing could pull those two apart, break them down. There was always the other to pull them back up when they fell.

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Of course there's those days were one doesn't want to leave bed, the warmth the other emitted was too good to let disappear.

"Simon, please just 5 more minutes."

(Y/N) mumbled, their voice tired and strained. Simon, looked down at them, stretching his arms above his head, his bones popping.

"Sweetheart, we have to get up. We're going to miss the train. Didn't you want to go downtown?"

He leaned down and pushed their hair out of their face, just looking at this person like they were the prettiest thing in the world.

Of course he would, they are his everything, he loves them to death.

"Yeah but later, I want to sleep."

They groaned, lifting up their arm like it weighed 1,000 pounds. They grabbed his arm and pulled it down, signaling for him to come and lay back down.

"Fine...only because I can't say no to you."

He reluctantly laid back down, (Y/N) taking the opportunity to cuddle up to him, basically on top of him. Sucking up all his body heat.

Those kinds of mornings, their favorite, one begging the other to stay in before for just five more minutes, the yearning to be closer. The agreement to stay, like they always have.

Such a wonder, how one human could love another so much, more then anyone else in their life. Pushed away opportunity after opportunity. Just to be with them.

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"God I just hate you so much right now."

They yelled, turning away from the taller man. They felt like they would never get over this argument, that disagreement that built up into a yell off.

"Hate me all you want. I don't care, I won't change my mind."

Simon stood there, watching them try and calm themselves down. He hated seeing them so angry but right now that was clouded by his own frustration.

"You know what, you never listen to me. Why won't you just hear me out for once, it's all I fucking ask for!"

Simon was taken aback by their profanity, that was something you both agreed on. The use of profanity while in a disagreement was off limits.

"Watch your tongue, sweetheart."

"Don't call me that, Simon."

What a shame, but it would all be resolved in a way that both parties were satisfied. That one rule that was broken was properly reenforced, and they knew it.

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Always in the end they were happy.

After struggles, fights, love, and loss. They both were together throughout it all.

For all to see, that one person, whom he chose to stay by his side though the rest of his years.

Brought the dead back to life.

Brought his ghost to a home where he could peacefully haunt.

Haunt them, haunt their loving home.

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I closed the book, looking down at the slick leather covers. Such a wonderful story those two put down on paper.

"Did grandpa make anymore?"

I looked down at my children, a smile pulling at the corners of my lips.

"He made plenty, enough to tell you from start to finish. All of his 78 years, the last few even have you all in them. Back when you were babies. He loved you all so much."

My kids giggled, getting up and running over to the book shelf, looking for another one of Simon's memory books.

They really did love the stories.

If only you were here to read them, Dad.