#reader x simon

But he's actually in love with you.

You lick your lips and smirk up at him. "You look delicious today, handsome~"

He side eyes you. Wide eyed. "Fuckin' mental." But he's smirking behind his mask. And when you looked away he's looking you up and down to think of something nice to say back. He never did, because he didn't know how.

One time you came up behind him and hugged him tightly. You rubbed your face into his back and grumbled about college being the worst. And he's eyeing your arms, basking in the feeling of you against him.

He's not used to any physical affection, that's the whole reason. He wasn't shown much love when he was younger so of course it followed him into his adult age.

And he never tried. The women before you only used him and he did the same. It was something he was used to. And affection wasn't something he tried to do.

So maybe he started trying with you. And you don't notice it. (He thinks you don't, but you absolutely do and you're careful about it. Like carefully feeding a deer.) He starts to reach for you. Sitting on the couch, he's got his finger curled in your shirt. Driving, he would playfully slap your thigh, then sooth it like he was sorry, then leave his hand there.

You let him at his own pace. But you found that it you're talking and you reach for him, like his hand, he lets you take it and caress his knuckles.

He recognized that you were careful with him. You considered how he felt a lot of the times, and he saw that. Maybe that was why he fell harder for you than you realized.

Soon, he's pulling you into his lap so he could look up at you. He's pulling you in for long hugs. He's tugging your hands and putting them on his neck (you'd better scratch at his neck and back because he will never ask you to but he loves loves loves the feeling.) You've accepted that the man is kind of touch starved and will never voice it to you.

But he never stopped acting like a bully.

"Simon, you're so fuckin hot. I'd pay you to do filthy things to me." You stated so calmly that it made his eye twitch when he realized what just came out your mouth.

"NO its not! its not blood you got to believe me!!"

I was originally going to use this blog for  non-fandom fics, but I recently read Carry On by Rainbow Rowell, and I fell in love with the characters. Beyond love, I really connected with the characters more than I have with any other book in a really long time.

So, now, I am taking requests for any kind of writings involving Simon, Baz, Penny, Agatha, etc. It could be character x reader, character x character, headcanons, whatever you want!

“Run!” You yelled, grabbing Simon by the hand and dragging him toward the imposing forest in front of you. 

You ran and jumped over the mossy forest floor, dodging trees and large rocks that moss enveloped. You were laughing as you both crashed through the undergrowth. 

Eventually you sat down on a log, you clutched at the stitch in your side but ignoring the pain.

“He is gonna be so fucking pissed.” Simon said, looking behind him as if your brother would be there.

“And who’s idea-” You huffed. “Was this?” You asked, cocking an eyebrow. 

Simon looked at you, scandalized. “Who’s idea?!” He asked, raising his eyebrows. “Well, I do fucking believe that it was your idea.” He continued, a smile caressing his lips.

You shrugged, matching his mischievous smile.

“He probably deserved it.” You chuckled, taking Simon’s hand in your and leaning over to him and nestling into the crook of your shoulder.

You would enjoy the bliss while it lasted.

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I hope this was okay! Sorry for the wait I’ve been really stressed at the moment :/

You: MY ROOMMATES CAT JUST HISSED AT ME AFTER PETTING THEM 😭💔😭

You: I THOUGHT THEY LOVED ME

Simon: cats are jerks, yeah.

You: Cats don't ever hiss at me! Am I bad??? Did the cat sense evil in me??

Simon: you're overreacting.

You: Would you hiss at me if you were a cat??

Simon: that's a weird question love.

You: ...would you?🥺

Simon: ...

You: ....

The figure of the grim reaper came close, its body shadowing me in the ugly truth that I would die here. I felt my body go limp as he guided me with cloth adorned hands, slipping a gas mask over my face. I sobbed, shaking my head, not wanting the maggots to be trapped within my throat. Still, he cradled me close, mocking me, whispering me in the voice of my team member for a false comfort.

Warnings: fluff, Simon passes gas. He's a bully in this one too ig.

Headcannon; Simon Riley who can't smell anymore and he tries to gaslight you into thinking that smelling things is weird.

After a few months of going out together, asking questions about him, you ask what his favorite scent is. "Don't have one." He shrugged. When you asked him to elaborate, he says, "Can't smell anything. Got hit in the face when I was younger and never smelled anything anymore."

You were intrigued to say the least.

You were kind of saddened that he wouldn't be able to enjoy the scents and fresh smells that life gives you. But that also explains why he doesn't wear cologne.

Then one day, you were cooking in his kitchen when you reached for some spices. You opened a few and sniffed the inside, wondering if they would be good to use in a certain dish. When Simon saw this, he stared at you like you lost your mind. "The hell are you doin love?"

"I'm smelling the spices."

"Well stop." He grunted.

"But they smell good...some of them anyways."

His brow twitched. "They can't smell that good."

Then you find out that he thinks smelling is a voluntary thing.

Sitting on the couch, you hummed and looked up at him. "You smell nice, did you shower just now?"

He put a hand on your face. "Stop smelling me."

You giggled and pushed his hand off. "I can't help smelling you, you smell nice!"

His hands then went to your sides, attacking you in a ticklish fever. You screamed and laughed as you tried to push him off. "Gotta stop smellin everything love. S' weird."

"Simon! Do you think I'm purposely smelling for things?" He grunted. "I can't help what I smell! It comes with the breathing in and out!"

He scoffed and looked away. "Well stop doin that. Breathe through your mouth."

"Hey! Don't get jealous just because you lost your sense of smell a long time ago!"

There was a pause.

Then he shifted on the couch and ripped ass. Turning his head to look at you. "There. Enjoy it."