Simon has a huge problem and he has no clue what to do about it. It took him way longer than he’d like to admit to figure out what he was feeling, but he has a crush on you. Simon hasn't had a crush in years, well before he was even in the military, but now he has the biggest crush on you, he’s damn near obsessed. Which wouldn't be the biggest deal, except, you’re Price's sister and you're totally off limits. And when Simon has a problem he would normally ask Price for advice, but obviously that's completely off the table.

Thankfully you don't work directly on the team, but you work with Laswell just on a smaller scale, you work mostly with the 141, in fact your office is on base. Even though being around you makes Simon super nervous, he loves that you're so close. Being mid mission and getting to hear your voice feels like salvation for him, and just passing you in the hallway has him forgetting his name. Occasionally you join the 141 during their team bonding, and Simon just spends the whole time staring at you.

How you nor Price are able to see his obvious crush the sergeants aren't sure, but they see it clear as day, and they immediately corner Simon about it. They tried to help Simon, but Simon wasn't ready to ruin your relationship, he had no clue if you even liked him, and he knew Price was absolutely going to say no. So that's where the sergeants started. Soap tried to subtly ask Price if you were single, but he saw through Soap clear as day, and very sternly said he was absolutely not allowed to date you or even flirt with you. Which only made Simon more discouraged. Gaz tried to offer advice on asking you out, even if it wasn't a date, but Simon was just too nervous.

Simons simply accepts that he’ll never get to be with you. And so instead he devotes his time to appreciating you in subtle ways. He knows he isn't the best with certain social things, so he goes out of his way to learn, and more specifically learn what you like and what you're comfortable with, what makes you tense up or makes you start fidgeting. Simon has a whole little notebook with things about you. 

He knows you don't like eating around others because being in a public setting makes you nervous and combined with food you get nauseous. He knows you don't like drinking coffee because it can make your anxiety worse, but if someone buys it for you'll force yourself to drink it. He knows before they go on a mission you often have so much to do, he knows you won’t sleep or eat, panicking trying to get everything done. So he makes sure to stop by, he brings you a snack even though he knows you wont eat it in the moment, but he makes you sit with him for a bit, while playing soft music, and just naturally your breathing evens out and you slowly calm down. He knows all the signs to tell when you're getting nervous, your leg shaking, cracking your knuckles, fidgeting with jewelry, biting at your lips, and if he pays really close attention he can see you sweating and the change in breathing. He knows what areas you avoid, and makes sure you don't have to go there. Simon knows this and so much more, he goes out of his way to help you in any way he can.

If this isnt to the rules plz ignore

But i was wondering if you could do some simon/convict x reader fluff (maybe like, if iron lung didnt happen, or he got back okay)

Thank you!!

An: Hello my dear Anon!!! Yes I can write fluff, it is on the stuff I do write other then smut lol (ain’t that dirty minded LOL) But I’ll stick with the trope of Filament station does not exist, it does not exist… he didn’t get captured by C.O.I by Filament Station- and he’s still in Eden with you!!! (I’ll secretly feed him soup, and more soup, and more soup, and more soup, and more soup) Hopefully you enjoy!! SO SORRY FOR THE LATE, LATE RESPONSE PLEASE FORGIVE ANON!!!

<•Trapped Within a Veil of Space•>

Simon x Reader Fluff

The slight sounds of paper, the tussling of scissors cutting through paper makes a gentle melody through the quiet room. It sings and flows around the gentle tree, the tree that stands still as the red light basks in its glow. Before the very tree, sat you, as a kid, around you were small pieces of origami’s, boats, air planes, and your most made pieces being paper stars. You frown as you cut off a strip of paper to form a star, sighing again as you look around yourself. Quiet.

The quiet atmosphere around made you relax, even in awe with the tree before you, smiling you slowly stand up and dust off any paper snippets stuck on your cloth shirt. You hold the paper in your hands and stare up at the tree. It was quiet, peaceful, but a vast amount of notable anomalies would be the on and off stars that spread wide in vast of space. Slowly dying off, only ghost lights, growing dimmer by the day. You keep folding.

You stare up silently towards the large tree, the soft room with broken stars and dead space as the last tree stands tall and alive. It was beautiful, the only tree left in humanity, all to be trapped and shown towards the eyes of Eden. You look up at the leaves, they gently move or shift, your fingers gently twiddle with the piece of paper, folding in memory of your mind to make a small paper star.

You look down in your hand, sat in your palm was a small red paper star… you give a bitter sweet smile. But feel your jolt when a soft voice, a boys voice calls behind you.

“Are you admiring it too?” You turn around to meet a small boy, about your age and height, but with a soft lightly tidy black hair and brown eyes. He stares at you, your fingers clench the star in your hands. You stammer in embarrassment, “P-Please don’t tell the Father, I’m not supposed to be here-“

“Me either… did you sneak out?” He cuts you off as you look up in slight surprise. You nodded, “Please don’t tell-” “I won’t snitch, I’m here to watch it too.” He says and walks in your view through the red veil of light above. You continue to watch him as he goes next to you, but within a distance. He has a still face as he watches the tree in silence, you fiddle with the star in your hand as you look down at it, the colour almost blending in with the light above you.

“Is that your stuff?” You look down at his gaze, following to your small mess of cut up paper scraps, mini origami’s, blue scissors, and only one paper sheet left. You blush, “Yeah,” He crouches in front of your mess, picking up a paper airplane, tiny to fit in his fingers, able to fit in his palms, “You made all these? They’re all… tiny.” He muses gently as you look away from him. Towards the tree. You stammer, “It’s um, it’s origami, I like making just the ones there, but um… I’m don’t like making them huge, small sizes are easier on my fingers.” You continue to fiddle with the red star.

He smiles and picks up a yellow star before looking at you, you look back at him as the atmosphere lifts a bit. He stands up straight, looking towards the tree, star huddled in his fingers. You watch him squint his eyes to aim past the tree, before lift the star towards the tree. You hum, realizing he was trying to mimic one of the fading stars far away in the vast of space.

“Isn’t it interesting… that the rapture took everything… it left nothing behind. Even the stars are fading.” He murmured to himself as his arm drops, staring at the stars, then the tree. You look down again as you repeat his words over and over. “I don’t know what to think about that… It’s so strange to think that every star out there is… disappearing. Every planet, stations, earth… where they all go?” You mumble back an answer as he turns to look at you.

But you feel yourself become small again as you release a breath before looking at him through your hair, his face was still as he listens to you, “Their gone, a ghost light for the stars… I don’t know what to think, it’s scary…” You look away from him as you cradle the star in your palm, “But… as dumb as it sounds… making paper stars sorta… help, even with the fact I know the truth.” You sigh as you look past him and towards the tree again. Standing tall, never shifting.

You suddenly feel his hand grab yours, quickly flinch as you sharply look at him. Unfazed by your shock, he tilts his head before standing up straight, then gently shakes your hand, “I’m Simon… what’s yours?” You blush by his action and gulp down your sudden shyness with a messy introduction, “I-I’m y/n, nice to meet y-you Simon.” He gives an airy laugh by your stumble before looking down at your art, back at you, he gives a warm smile.

“Well, if you want to preserve these stars you have,” He grabs your other hand where the red star sits in your palm, he gently grabs it and raises it up. “Why don’t you show me your work.. and make this one special for me.” You stare at him, the tree stands tall above you two, looming over in a protective cover of the red light, the vast of dead stars and forgotten unknown world slowly decaying… you gently smiled back.

You grab a piece of linen thread from your pocket.

•<•><•>•

The seed in the forever glow of the red vail sings a curse thrum, buzzing in your ears like a prayer, a prayer from the Father, a prayer from the soil that runs in your blood…. The stars you had were nothing but futile, meaningless, worthless, not cost in this forever curse world, this UNIVERSE you and Eden floated beyond.

All meaningless, the words, your thoughts of hope will weary thin like the Father said… the tattoo showed your place, your mark of Eden…. You were lucky Eden took you in for a path… what path was that….

The Edens Butcher…

Simon… he never came back to the tree in late nights to talk, after Eden wanted him to commit to the legacy… you grew, he grew… you both changed….

You sat in front of the tree once again, seemed more quiet than usual as you hand fiddle with the sleeve of your cloth gown. You frown deeply as you twiddle with the loose string mindlessly, soon eyes drift over to your wrist. Sitting on it was a small but firm linen thread, holding onto a yellow star like a small looped bracelet. Your face stills as you gently thread your fingers through it, the corse texture of the scratchy material tingles your fingers. Before the paper touches your skin…

You bite your lip as you twist the star in the smallest awe, “Will… he ever come back…?” You ask the tree, with no answer. Your eyes stare at the star, biting the inner part of your cheek as you look around the room. The pitch black vast of space stares back at you, before the tree and the red vail you stare back in the slightest bit of… emptiness.

You cradle the bracelet. Why did you still wait? Why did you even think he would come back? After all these years of growing up, how on gods name of Eden did you think he was EVER going to come back…

You feel your face contort in hurt before you look down at your palms again. Fighting back tears of waiting what felt like eons… you didn’t want to think this, he’ll come back… but for how long can you wait… the tree, the Father would be disappointed to see such weakness over a man…

Edens Butcher…

The sound of creaking metal ringed in your ear, eyes shot open as the sound vibrates the very colon of your brain, your nerves pinged at the sound as it whips your head towards the door. Stare at the darkness before the red light your eyes scan the door way. Someone was there, looking back… your heart jumped and skipped as you feel your voice clog.

“S-Simon…” Not a question, a hopeless plea.

The person at the door doesn’t answer, but the quiet response of the metal door closing back at its hatches rings again, you gulp gently as you gently stand up from your spot. Your gown ripples gently to fall before you as your boots scuff the metal floor. The tree waits, the soul vibrates.

The sound of footsteps on the floor make you grit your teeth as you stare below the red vail, boots show at the base till a body reveals itself. The messy but tidy black curls hang over the brown irises, as Simon’s eyes stare back at yours, his outfit shaggy but somewhat tidy by Edens standards. His face shows one emotion.

Surprised…

You feel your body shake in raddled nerves as you cradle the bracelet in calming attempt as you stare at him, somewhat confused on why he’s here… right in front of you after all these years of not showing up anymore. You can hear his shaky breathes before he looks away from you, and in the most quietest tone, he speaks,

“… I thought you wouldn’t be here, anymore.” His eyes stare at the ground and away from you.

You frown softly before looking away from his face, but your eyes shift to the tree, looming over you both. Did it hear you? Did it answer to you? Or were you just hallucinating from the constantly looking at this room over and over. You look at the leaves as tiny leafs fall and land on the rough soil, a constant reminder, a constant symbol of the last tree. You feel your hair go on your face as you peruse your lips, “I always kept sneaking in… that was till Eden finally gave me allowance to be here, something about… I-I don’t I wasn’t… why are you here?”

You hear him whine just quietly as he shuffles in his place, your question was already hanging over him once you saw his silhouette in the dark, now in the red lighting of the room and the atmosphere outside the black void. You looked like some unseen goddess under the tree, waiting for him to come back after all of his absences. “The Father took me in, the Brotherhood… you know I couldn’t-“ “You could’ve still came when you weren’t out there… left a note, or… or s-something.”

You stammer but tried so hard to push down your anger, confusion. But for the sake of yourself and for getting answers, you cradle the bracelet. He looks back at you with a slight hurt expression, his face looked tired, spent, like he spent days sleeping yet looked like he was still awake. He looked alive, yet something about how worn he looked made you falter. You missed him, but you can see something was holding him… you sigh and let your arms fall to your sides, looking into his eyes as he quickly picks at his uniform.

“I wasn’t able to meet you cause of the Brotherhood… I-I couldn’t just, I-“ He sucks in a quiet breath as you quickly walk up to his tense form and place your hesitant hand on his lip. His beard dusted his chin and jaw, the messy unkept look made his face even more unrecognizable even after the last day you saw him. His soft brown eyes look at your arm then at your pained but soft expression. “Just…” you shook your head before you look at the tree behind you.

“Come sit… just, pretend you weren’t gone… and you came back after the last day I saw you…” you whisper out, able for him to hear but your gaze set’s entirety on the tree. Your finger still lingers on his lips as he breathes through his nose in uneven takes, before you gently slid them off and he quietly exhales. Moving away from him you walk up to the still tree under the light, and crouch down to sit upon it.

He stands still for a few moments till you hear him follow after you, and soon see him sit close next to you, basking in the glow of the room but the tense stillness in the air. Grunting gently he puts his arms on his perched knees as he looks up at the tree. You stay still while admiring the large plant, but feel Simon’s presence still hovering above your peace, being away from him from so long as brought a tension you so desperately wanted to brake.

You missed him, so much. You knew he missed you too. Why else would he come back.

“You grew out a beard, I see.” You crack a tiny smile at him as you look down at your palms. He huffs, a somewhat laugh as one of his hands cup his jaw gently, “Yeah, uh, I haven’t had time to trim it recently…” he murmurs softly as you chuckle. You pick at your gown as his chuckle runs dry, again leaving you both in silence. As your hand picks the sleeves, it slowly goes back to the bracelet once more.

The paper star stays hooked through within the linen thread, somehow still surprised it managed to keep itself intact for so long, he picked out the star and made it with you. Right where he sat. You can feel his stare as you stare at the yellow star, you can hear his hum as he leans towards you, “You… still have that?” He asks through a surprised noting. You look away from it to him, his eye stare at the bracelet, you smile gently as you raise your wrist towards him, making him shift.

“Yup, you’ll be surprised to know how impactful the paper I was able to find back then, just wish they had different colours other than white, yellow, blue, red… Do you still have yours?” You ask as your eyes look to his soft look, gently twirling with bracelet, even his fingers would gently cradle your hand to look at it more carefully. “Simon.” You say gently as he smiles down at the star between his finger, the very one he held that night.

“Of course… hm, I’ve kept yours with me since I had to go on those raids…” his voice trails but his hands leave yours, gently shifting his left arm sleeve revealing small brackets that looked to be Eden related, one that caught your attention was one of a circle incase that contained a leaf. ‘Was that from the tree?’ You thought as he shifts one that immediately makes your breath hitch.

It was your bracelet, the red star, hanging gently from his wrist.

From the close distance you can see it seemed scuffed and slightly dirty, you crack a smile but one of pity of the messy state. Your hand reaches outwards to grasp his arm whole to bring it to your lap, he shifts from your movements but allows you to admire his wrist. You cup his hand as your other touches the bracelets, your red star between the threads, sitting with the years of whatever Eden was making him do, for the sake of the legacy Eden so praised and worshiped.

You break a quiet breath as your hand slides up his wrist, his skin was still tan but a healed white scar imbedded with his skin makes you stare in disbelief, pain, and quiet sadness. What the hell was Eden… you bite your lip as he sighs, looking away. In a small silent response by him you look at him, at his distant gaze, “Where were you Simon…” you plea as he continues to look away.

“Eden made the Brotherhood go through raids, we raided stations for resources, supplies… we had to kill people before they could attack back, the whole Brotherhood did it, for Eden.” He murmured in gentle silence as you stare at his outcasted face. Feeling your heart drop as you hunch over his wrist once again, “How many?” You ask.

“I don’t know, but… too many to count. Why bother if it’ll raise…” he grunted, sensing his slight hostility before huffing. You feel your heart skip a beat as your eyes continue to look at the red star, rubbing his wrist and ruff skin as the scar stares at you. He looks at your hands gently, “I always kept your star with me, even after those days… I wished I could always come back here, to see you again.” He whimpers softly before looking at the tree.

The tree looms and stares back in silent awareness, you look back at his face as you gap your mouth by his words, your hearts still skips by his tone, his voice different and more gruff… he grew up like you, you still loved the days he visited you on late nights, to hangout in front of the last tree, to make paper origamis with you… you missed him, you didn’t see him as the Butcher of Eden. Simon… your Simon. “I always waited for you.” He sighs softly, “I know, I’m sorry I took so long…” he apologizes quietly, his hand in yours shifts.

Threading his fingers with your right hand, where your bracelet laid, his bracelet he made for you, your star. You give a bitter smile as you feel him shift his head to look back you, look to meet his half lidded gaze, his tired face in a quiet expression of sadness and guilt, he leans closer to as you hitch a breath, “I’m sorry sorry y/n… please I’m so…” he shakes his head in softly as you grip his hand back. You gasp out a breath, “I missed you so much, Simon…” you whisper out as his expression shifts to more grief.

You lean towards his lips as he gently connects with yours, a silent kiss between you two beneath the tree of Eden, the Fathers voice ringing of the consistent prayer and never ending praise or hate of your own hope of this world. You kissed him with all your hope you had left as his other hand cradles your cheek softly, humming ever so quietly as you tilt your head. The light looms above as the void watches, your stars still connected as you feel butterflies fill your stomach.

He was back, he came back… you never once forgotten his confession to you the day you last saw him… it made sense why he had to go for so long. He huffs as he pulls you close to his body to lean over you, you respond with a lean back. Hands gripping tightly together as your other hand cups his hand on your cheek.

You both break, gasp softly with a sigh, leaning your foreheads together gently as he looks at you, you stare back in quiet silence. You smile ever so slightly “I still love you, I never gave up hope for you…” he huffs as his thumb rubs your back hand, “Your star gave me hope to see you again, I will never stop loving you…” you give a breathy laugh, gently moving to hug him, his large body was so broadening, his muscles shift as he hugs your small body back.

He was back… he’ll never… “I won’t leave you alone in this world. We both have each other in this broken universe.” You shut your eyes and bury your face into his neck, your Eden tattoos touch in contact. But your stars are what kept you still having hope in this world, he had you, you had him.

You had each other.

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AN: fun fact about me I make small tiny paper boats and airplanes out of paper whenever I’m bored, was an cope just to have nine tiny boats around me lol(I’m such a loser) dawww I love writing fluff once an while, I had this idea in my mind for a while and thought the idea of both Simon and reader meeting in Eden, only to bond away from the bullshit Eden spit out. ALSO IM SO DAMN SORRY ANON FOR THIS LATE RESPONSE PLEASE FORGIVE ME I FEEL SO DAMN GUILTY FOR LEAVING THIS IN THE DARK LONGER THEN EXPECTED!!! I hope you enjoy this and have fun with lovey Simon💗💗

At first, Simon didn't think he was going to call you, he was independent, he could take care of himself even with an injured wrist. But then his fucking fridge stopped working, and he couldn't even pull it forward to look at the back of it. He hates the idea of random people in his house, so calling someone was out of the question, he could either wait for Price to come back, everything in the fridge would be bad by then and he would have to survive without a fridge. Or he could ask you, you offered to help, and even though Simon's pride didn't want to ask for help, there was a part of him that was excited to see you again.

So Simon found himself in front of your door, he knocked softly not sure if you were even awake. He was about to turn around after there was no answer when you opened the door. Your hair was a mess and you were still in your pajamas, but you had an apron over it and you were holding a spatula, when you saw Simon you smiled “oh hey Simon” he stared at you for a moment before speaking "don't mean to bother ya. My fridge stopped workin’ and I can’t fix it” immediately you had a little pout “Oh it's okay baby, why don't you come in?” Simon shook his head but you continued “come on, I know you're probably hungry, I'm making pancakes” you didn't give him much of a choice as you gently pushed him into your apartment.

Simon hesitantly followed you into the kitchen, it smelled amazing. On the counter near the stove was a stack of pancakes and some cut up fruit, you were in front of the stove watching over two pans “how do you like your bacon Simon?” you saying his name had his heart fluttering, he mumbled “it’s whatever” but you shook your head as you flipped a pancake “no seriously, I’m cooking them right now” you said motioning to the other pan. “Jus’ a little crispy” Simon said while fidgeting with his hands. You came over to him “go sit, sit. It'll be done soon and then I can go look at your fridge, promise” you said while pushing him towards the living room. 

Simon once again sat patiently in your living room, only this time his focus wasn't on the room, it was on the image of you cooking in the kitchen after just waking up, it was of you insisting on feeding him again, it was on you calling him baby. Simon was so in thought he didn't even notice you coming into the living room with two plates, you handed him a plate filled to the brim. You smiled sitting next to him on the couch. The food tasted amazing, and there was so much it was the first time Simon's been really full in a while.

When you two finished eating you took off your apron and threw on some shoes, not bothering to change out of your pajamas. Simon led you through his apartment to the kitchen, which was much duller than yours. The first thing you did was open the fridge and remove the stuff he had in there, which was almost nothing like you expected, a few mostly empty condiments, beer, and a concerning amount of frozen meals. Simon tried to help you carry the stuff to your apartment so they could stay cold but you just shooed him away. 

You came back shortly with your tool box, you moved the fridge forward with little struggle, then you just stopped in your tracks “dear lord” behind the fridge was absolutely covered in dust and stains, Simon doesn’t know if its every been moved since he and Price moved in, you turned to Simon “do you have a vacuum” Simon just looked at you a little confused “broom?” Simon thought for a concerningly long moment before leaving the room, there was some tumbling and he came back with a very old and falling apart broom that already had dust on it. You just sighed “I think your fridge just needs a good clean and a rest” you looked around his apartment “maybe your whole place does” you said trying to be as nice as possible. You walked up to Simon, you took the ‘broom’ out of his hands and placed it on the side “but don't worry, that's what I’m here for. I'll clean everything and make sure nothing is broken” you said while eyeing the ceiling fan in the living room that had a concern wobble as it was spinning. Simon just smiled at you, having you over sounded like a wonderful idea.

Even through the pain you were smiling brightly while all four of them came in through the window. Was it incredibly stupid for all of them to climb a building with people everywhere outside that could easily spot them, yes, but you were so fucking happy they were here. Simon immediately went to your side to address your injuries, he slowly took away the towel, thankfully you didn't see his face of panic when he saw your injury “Price come hold this while I get a towel, you two quit fuckin’ starin’ and go find some bandages” 

All three of them had been staring at you and you suddenly were very aware of the little clothing you had on. Price was by your side in seconds and the two sergeants left the room to find bandages with lowered heads, "didn't mean to stare” Price muttered “just not used to see ya like this” you turned to look at him “is it a problem” Price just looked at you confused “no problem kid, doesn't change nothin’ just gotta get used to it” your body untensed slightly, you were so worried Price was also mad at you but really he was just indifferent. 

Simon came back with multiple towels, he and Price swapped places but before Price could fully remove the towel he had you look up. Simon was the picture of casual, but you knew it was bad if he didn't want you seeing, you squeezed his hand and he looked away from your stomach and at you, he squeezed your hand back "it'll be okay, we’ll be leaving soon” Price gently cleaned the wound, which took a concerning amount of towels. Simon briefly moved his hand away from you to place one of the clean towels over your chest before the sergeants arrived. 

Right after he did that he nodded towards Price and even with Simon's mask on you could see his worry. You tried to look down and see if something was wrong but Simon quickly moved his hand to stop your face “we’ve got it, jus’ sit there” right as he said that you felt a pain rip through your stomach and Simon had to cover your mouth as you yelled “fuck” you had no clue what Price had just did but you were obviously bleeding more and it hurt like a bitch. You wanted to ask what the fuck he was doing but you took a deep breath, Price had the most medically experience in the team, probably more then the fake nurses in this hospital, you just needed to trust him. 

Not a sound came from Price which was the most worrying thing, not a curse or even a grunt, he was just laser focused, he didn't even react when Soap and Gaz came back in, he just held his hand out for the bandages. While Simon was able to mask his face pretty well, even Gaz managed to control his face, but Soap on the other hand. Gaz literally had to help him to the other side of the room because he looked ready to throw up, and Soap isn't someone that throws up at the sight of blood.

And that's when you started to panic, you knew you were bleeding, you could feel the pain, and now Soap, who has seen so much shit, is ready to puke just by looking at your injuries. Simon bent down to you, he got close to your face and just softly whispered “look at me” and when you didn't listen he cupped your face and repeated it till you did “you trust us right? You know we’ll take care of you?” you nodded but you were still so worried “as soon as we get back you'll see a doctor, but for right now I need you to be strong, yeah?” you nodded hesitantly, Simon leaned up and placed a kiss on your head “don’t worry, I’ve got you”

Part 7

Simon x scout/teacher reader (I imagine reader works for like a summer program)

You've been with Simon for years now, you're even engaged, but his stories never seem to stop surprising you. The 141 has been working with a group of recruits for weeks now, and they’re supposed to be the best of the best, they should feel lucky to train under the 141. Yet almost every time Simon comes home he is explaining to you how they barley listen and often fuck stuff up. But every time you come home you only have good stories, and honestly Simon thinks you're just downplaying it.

Simon just came home, later than usual and already changed out of uniform, all odd for him. Simon liked routine, get off at the same time, come home, shower, and then spend time with you. As soon as he walked in he wrapped you in a hug, after a moment he said “recruits broke some stuff outside and now the whole basses water system is messed up. My clothes were soaked. Price is down right done with them” you smiled at him, you sympathized but it was still a little funny “why don't you come with me tomorrow, maybe you could get learn some tips before completely giving up” you said while grabbing Simon's duffle bag, Simon scoffed "you're saying a group of kids, act better than my trained soldiers" you smirked “they listen, and that's the difference” you said before walking away.

Simon thought about it, it wouldn't hurt, and even though his recruits didn't listen often, they had to be better than literal children, right? Simon texted the 141 group chat letting them know he was taking tomorrow off and why, the sergeants were immediately placing bets on which group would act better, and though Price was still pissed from earlier even he placed his bet. 

It was Simon's first time in your little classroom in a few years, when you first got the position he helped you set up the room but after that he didn't have much reason to come over. The first thing he noticed is how clean the room was, especially since it was a kids room. Simon stayed sitting at your desk while the kids came in, they all eyed him curiously but none of them approached, they just sat and played. Once all of your students were in you moved to the front of the class, you rang a little bell on your desk and suddenly all of them were looking at you

“I’m sure you’ve all noticed the man in the corner, that’s Simon” one of the students raised their hand and asked “is he your husband” you smiled, how did they know? “yes, and he is also a soldier in the military, a lieutenant” that got him even more stares combined with some ooh and ahs. You turned to Simon “and Mister Lieutenant, what would you say is the most important thing in the military” you hadn't instructed Simon on what to say, you just already knew his answer "communicating and workin’ together” which had you students smiling proud of themselves, you guys had been working on those skills “so today we’re gonna show him how good we are at doing that.”

Simon spent the first part of the morning just answering their question, they were surprising calm and respectful, always raising their hand to ask questions, and they asked genuine questions about the military, in fact he had to think about his answers to make the appropriate for children, they didn't need to know the horrors of the world yet. Then you took them outside, you had them set up in stations doing different things, all working on life skills, Simon went around, occasionally stopping to help one of the groups. By the time lunch rolled around they had all finished and cleaned up. 

Lunch was by far the loudest part of the day, but still Simon was able to sit next to you and talk to you without having to yell, on base sometimes he has to leave his office to tell them to shut up cause he cant even think. After lunch, you went back outside with the kids, just letting them run around and have fun. You leaned over to Simon “so who listens better” Simon kept his lips shut and just looked away. After recess you went back inside, some kids playing, others coloring, the kids kept coming up to Simon and dragging him away to show him what they had made, and Simon would leave with multiple drawings of him. 

Once all of the kids had gotten picked up you bumped Simon on the side “learn any tips Si?” he just rolled his eyes “doesn’t make any since luv, no clue how you do it” you shrugged, still smiling “I don't know, maybe I just need to come over, I’m sure I’ll have your soldiers listening in no time” Simon out right laughed at your boldness “okay luv, whatever you say” he says that, but it might not be the worst idea.

Simon who falls for reader without even realizing it. He’s never voiced his autism to anyone in base, yet somehow you just know and perfectly accommodate him. It started when he had to stay in the nurses area for a few days due to an injury (and Simon not having a good reputation of taking care of himself) he sheepishly asked you for soft loose fabric instead of the standard and when you asked he said that the regular uniform just felt wrong. You didn’t complain, you simply got it for him and even brought him extras so he wouldn’t have to wear the old uniform after his stay. 

Then during that same visit, you saw him gagging on all his food, and refusing to even eat half of it. And of course as his nurse you can't let that happen, you needed to figure out what's wrong. Simon tried to just brush it off as him not liking it, but eventually you told you how he didn't like the texture of it, and how he didn't like the taste when the food touched or mixed together. You took Simon's tray and threw it before leaving the room, and Simon just assumed you were tired of his behavior and pickiness, like most people. But you came back not long later with a new tray, this one had portions and none of the food was touching. It was all nice safe foods and you even brought Simon extra utensils so he didn't have to use the same one for two different foods. Simon was honestly speechless and you simply said “it’s not an issue, just have to tell me”

You also somehow noticed all of his little habits and the things he didn't like. How looking directly at him while speaking made him nervous, so you started talking with your body slightly faced to the side. You also noticed the way he never looked directly at you while talking, eyes always either on the floor or the wall on the side of you, but you never corrected him or demanded he looked at you. You noticed the way the bright overhead light made him nervous and gave him a headache, so you brought in little lamps that Simon could change the brightness on. You noticed Simons fidgeting and even brought him little fidget toys so he would have something proper to fidget with.

I'm going to pretend like this request isn't from February (I'm so fucking sorry, I totally forgot i had this in my inbox) Anyways, this idea is really cute.

Simon never expected to date someone in general, much less someone who was absolutely obsessed with crocheting. You two don't live together yet but you've gifted him so many things no matter what room he’s in, there is something there that reminds him of you. Honestly he’s not sure how it happened, he kept telling you no, you didn't need to spend your time making him stuff, but you just didn't listen.

Every morning when Simon goes into his closet to get dressed for the day there's just an odd pop of color. Everything in Simon's closet is black, with maybe an occasional gray, but you say using just black to crochet is too boring and not colorful enough, so now Simon has a whole little pile of clothes that are just super bright and colorful. Most of it is winter stuff, but he has multiple hats in different colors. He has two pairs of mittens, one pair is colorful and covered in little hearts and the other is just plain black, which you only made because you learned his original pair of mittens had holes in them but he refused to get new ones, so you made him the plain black ones first with the yarn you still had, then later the heart ones, and yes Simon wears both. His wardrobe is filled with crocheted sweaters after you learned he only had like two non work shirts, you kept them mostly neutral but still added a small pop of color, maybe a little flowers or hearts on the sleeve. Simon loves it, it reminds him of you, and he will absolutely wear any of it, if someone thinks he looks a little odd wearing an all black outfit with a brightly colored hat and gloves they can mind their damn business. 

His wardrobe isn't the only area you've added crocheting too, his kitchen is also filled with crocheted items. Simon doesn't do any homemade cooking but he is amazing at following instructions so as long as something just needs to be warmed up Simon's got that. Does Simon have plenty of burns on his hands and arm from cooking, yes. And that's why you've made him multiple oven mitts, pot holders, and mug cozies, just in hopes that he won't burn himself anymore, it's majorly helped but every once in a while he still somehow manages to burn himself.    

Then there's the little random things you've crocheted for him. A bunch of coasters, he switches them out every once in a while, they're so many different ones but his favorite is the ghost. You noticed his wallet was absolutely falling apart, he can’t even hold coins in it, but it didn't bother Simon enough to buy a new one so you just made him one. So now he has this super cute red and black wallet that's just big enough to carry his cards, a few coins, and a picture of you. Soap makes fun of him every time he pulls it out. Simon doesn't mind though, especially because he knows you've decided to make one for everyone on the team, and Simon knows damn well Soap will use it if you ask.

Simon misses you. And at first he really isn't sure what kind of excuse he could make to see you again. He knows he could just knock on your door and ask to join you for dinner, and he knows you would let him in with a smile on your face, but that feels too direct and intrusive. You're just his neighbor that's helped him out a few times, he only really sees you in passing or the few times you've helped him out. So in Simon's mind the best way to see you again, would be to have another problem that needs fixing, even if it meant making the problem himself. 

The problem with that though was that you were just over like a week ago to fully clean his place. He only asked you to come help with his fridge but after seeing the state of his apartment you took it upon yourself to make sure nothing else was broken and give the place a good cleaning. But that also means you know nothing in his house is broken, since you checked everything. So Simon's been walking around his place for the past 20 minutes seeing what he can brake without it being too obvious.

And as Simon walked into the small laundry room he remembered something. When you were here you used lots of towels for dusting and cleaning and even a mop head. Most of it was your own, but because everything was already in Simon's apartment you asked to just wash it in his washer. So you never got a chance to actually look at his washer or dryer, which made it the perfect thing to break. Problem was, his washer was absolutely fine, in fact Price bought it like a year ago, and Simon had no clue how to semi break the washer without completely ruining it and potentially causing a fire or flooding.

So Simon sat down and did some research before going out to buy stuff. Did he feel a little foolish buying stuff to intentionally break his washer just so you could come over again and fix it? Yes. But he tried to keep it simple, originally he was just planning on buying a bunch of towels to overfill the washer, then he stumbled onto a weighted blanket, which sounded like a much better idea so he got that as well. He bought a very small tool kit, not cause he was planning on fixing things himself, no he had you to do that for him, but so he could unscrew parts of the washer and remove things. Originally Simon was embarrassed to get so much help from you but now he’s entirely accepted it.

Simon waited till he knew you were off, he didn't want to take up too much of your time. First he unscrewed the back of the washer, honestly he wasn't sure what he was doing, he simply moved some stuff around, loosened stuff here and there, enough to cause worry but not stop the washer. He thinks. Then he loaded it, completely ignoring the washing instructions on the weighted blanket’s packaging, even adding in extra towels. Then he threw in small random things, coins, pins, clips, anything small enough that it might clog the drain. Then he sat back and let it run, it didn't take long before it started making noises, but Simon let it keep going till it stopped on its own, still filled with water. 

Then Simon went get you, clothes wet, arm soaked, he didn't actually make an attempt to stop it, he just wanted to look the part. And immediately you were grabbing a towel for him and asking what happened. Simon walked you to his washer “don’t know what happened, jus’ started a load before I went to sleep. Sorry” you waved your hand dismissively “oh it’s okay, just go sit baby, I’ve got it.” you brought him to the sofa, careful with his injured hand, just imagining how much he could've hurt himself trying to fix himself. Once he was sitting you headed to the washer.

Your first step was to remove all the items in it, you moved all the towels to a basket, taking it to your apartment to put it in your wash. His weighted blanket would have to wait though. While you were in your apartment you grabbed towels, your tool kit, and a bucket. First you unplugged the washing machine, then placed the towels around to catch any spilled water. You undid the back panel and let the water slowly drain out, before removing all the items that were trapped in the drainage area. Once it was drained you checked everything in the back, there were multiple things loose or out of place and as you fixed it you silently cursed yourself for not remembering to check it early. You were so focused you didn't even notice when Simon got up from the sofa, or when he appeared in the doorframe, you had no clue he had been watching you almost the whole time. 

You finally noticed him right when you were done “did I break it?” Simon asked softly and it just broke your heart. You pushed the washer back in place “no baby, it’s all fixed” you pointed to the weighted blanket that was still soaked in the basket “you just need to wash that by itself from now on” and you pointed to the pile of stuff you had pulled out from the drain pipe “and maybe check your pockets before washing” Simon apologized again, promising it wouldn't happen again. You simply gave him a hug, promised it was okay, and asked if he wanted to come over to eat, and of course he said yes, he did this whole thing so he could see you again, and he isn't going to pass up any more opportunities to see you and be around you. Especially not if it means getting more images for his imagination at night, because the picture of you bending over while fixing the dryer is definitely going to be stuck in his head tonight.