#simu x reader

Walking back in, Simu is putting together his protein shake when he looks over.

“You know if you’re that frustrated you can come to the gym and workout with me.”

“You know I don’t workout Simu. Yoga is enough for me.”

“Yoga is technically a workout if you think about it. You’re activating muscles while meditating and relaxing your brain.” He’s smirking at you now, because you know that he’s right. All based on a goddamn technicality.

“No. You know I don’t use the gym.”

“Please? I’ll even do that thing you’ve been wanting to try.”

You spin around faster that Sonic could run, to look at him. There’d been this one thing you’d been dying to try and Simu has been nothing if not stubborn about trying it. But you have a gut feeling that he’d like it.

“Ok. I’ll go. But you agree to try it regardless?”

“I’ll try it if you can last through my normal body routine.”

Thinking that it shouldn’t be too difficult, you agree. You’re both smirking at each other, thinking it’ll be an easy win. But there’s always a surprise in store.

“Since I couldn’t really do my vinyasa, how about I join you today?”

“Today?” His voice cracks like a boy going through puberty.

“Yes?” You’re looking confused at the crack, and Simu doesn’t blame you his voice almost never cracks like that. It’s usually a lower crack, and only when you’re fucking.

“Shit. Yeah of course. Just wasn’t expecting that.”

Nodding, you both finish getting all your stuff read to go to the gym. Simu didn’t need to know you used to lift when you were younger. Simu also didn’t need to know that you stopped lifting because of your dad.

Simu didn’t think you needed to know that you had chosen what he considers the worst day to go with him. He didn’t need to have you know that he’d been thinking about what you wanted and was even mildly excited at the prospect of it.

Sooner than you think, you’re both in the gym and ready to see the other drop out. Even though no prize was thrown in the air about Simu winning, you know you’d very likely be trying something he wanted to try.

He turns to you in the mirror, looking to make sure you’re ready. You nod back, and he begins to talk you through his whole body routine. He mentions he normally does 3 cycles with 4 exercises at 4 sets of 12. Lots of lifting but then he mentions only doing 2 cycles with 3 sets. You’re sending back one hell of an insulted look, and he quickly backpedals to say you’re doing what he normally does in full.

“Why 12?”

“For me it seems to get what I need out of it. Even to make it burn, but not enough to tire me to make it more difficult.”

With that, you start his workout. It starts off ok, and you’re beginning to feel the soreness. You refuse to voice this though.

“You ok there babe? You look a little red.” You don’t even need to look to know he’s got that damn look. You tell you’re good, drink your water, and tell him to keep going.

It’s on the last set when you noticeably start struggling, and Simu can tell. You only have 8 more reps before you’re finally done with everything and it’s like every muscle decided to turn to jello.

“Babe you got this I know it.” You’re encouraged by his words and manage another 4 more reps before pausing again, letting out another frustrated groan.

“All you gotta do is 3 more reps baby. Just 3 more and we’ll try your thing.”

Only 1 rep left and you don’t think you’ll be able to stand back after going down for the nearly last squat. But then Simu tells you something you weren’t expecting in the slightest.

“I’ve even been looking forward and excited to try it. Been in my head since you first suggested it.” That gets you down and parallel to the ground, and back up, screaming while trying not to lock your knees when you get back up. Struggling to put the bar back on the rack, Simu comes up behind you to help. The height difference even more exaggerated in the mirror with you slumping over the bar.

“Hi.” He’s quiet when he circles his arms around your, now very sore, waist.

“Thanks for doing this with me. And to be honest you lasted much longer than I thought originally.”

“Should I be insulted or flattered?”

“Take it how you want babes. But I’m still happy you did this with me.”

Turning around, his arms move to the bar, trapping you between that and his hard body. Smirking up at him, you tilt your head to the side and he can see the sparkle of excitement in your eyes.

“You know I should probably admit to having lifted college.”

Seeing the change in his face, you’re laughing and getting out from under his arms and running back to your apartment. You can hear him laughing behind you and before you know it he’s got you in his arms and spinning in a circle. Letting you down, he opens the door only to smack your ass when you walk in.

“So I know I said that I’d try that thing you wanted. And I will, but babes I think you need a massage first. You’re going to be incredibly sore.”

At the Oscars/Oscar's (reblog/like/share if you thought I was talking about something else)

Warnings: It may not be as long as the last and with possible spelling errors due to the rush and hours I am writing/editing this, so if I have missed something, let me know in the comments

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ONE MONTH LATER

March 8, 2022

Time: 07:30 am

Location: L.A California

Pronto llegará

el dia de mi suerte

sé que antes de mi muerte

Seguro que mi suerte cambiará

Without knowing how or when, you began to hum that verse that you had repeated over and over again and made sure you believed it and now, with the passing of the years, it took on greater weight.

Who would have thought that time and life itself together could take so many unexpected turns and not only with the aim of bringing destruction, sadness, despair, and pain to your existence, who would have thought?

The gap between past and present/future was so appreciable, you could swear that the (T/N) of a few years ago after was a complete stranger to you, you just didn't recognize her. And no, not because you didn't want to, on the contrary, what you were at the time is the basis of what you had become today, but you really weren't the same.

Even accepting, reflecting, embracing, and letting go of what did and did not serve you, it was undeniable that you still had moments of revelation, moments where you realized your present, moments in which the surprise of the rapid passing of time was the same that you experienced every Christmas Eve before the arrival of “Santa Claus”.

Your life had changed so much, to the point that if your adult version, the one of today, the one who is living at the moment, in the here and now, in the present, had the opportunity to travel to the past and tell a younger version of you what life would bring, it is very certain that that little person would suffer an attack of euphoria for so much information and emotion to digest, especially if he/she found out that you were a month away from having received the best news of your life and having the experience you had dreamed of on more than one occasion.

Even though you had overly ambitious goals and objectives, you constantly reminded yourself of the many possibilities you could end up with, so finding yourself where you're today was not entirely in your plans.

For the same reason, the feeling of pride that you had been living with since that day had not left you at any moment.

And no, your feeling wasn't only for what you were finally achieving, I mean, of course, because this was your biggest dream, the love of your life, but also had a lot to do with being nominated, because even if you didn't admit it out loud, been nominated for or win an Oscar it was always one of your many dreams to fulfill, and you were finally close to making it come true.

No matter if you won or not, the fact of being nominated was already a dream come true.

And it looks like you weren't the only one that life was giving the best face, since after taping for almost 5 hours continuously, they gave you a break, so using your free time you checked your mobile, you found out that your beau will be a host. You called him as soon as possible, without waiting for a second or thinking twice about it.

One ring

Two rings

three rings

After three rings, you realized that probably, perhaps, calling him in the middle of shooting time hadn't been your smartest idea.

Just feeling like a complete idiot for the impulsive reaction, you mentally debated whether you should hang up or wait until the voicemail rang, when suddenly

"Gorgeous..." You spoke first.

Jeez, it was amazing how despite the days, weeks, months, years, hardships, time zone differences, stress, and other inconveniences you two still managed to keep the spark between the two you. A perfect example, of this one, is the typical gag you used to give each other every time you talked on the phone.

"Linda..." He continued.

"What happened Babe?"

"Did you hear about it...?

"Yeah, they just called me, actually I was planning to call you, but you apparently beat me to it."

"Cariño, how sorry I'm. But you know what, if you want I can hang up, pretend I didn't I hear anything, so then you can call me, and we can have this conversation again, with the difference of you telling me " Sweetheart, guess what....".

If there was something incredible between the two of you and the love you overflowed, it was that despite being so far away from each other, both of you were, or in this case, you were, capable of picture and visually imagining every detail of his face as he denied himself funny about the situation.

"Really?" He asked, unable to believe that you would actually do this.

"Claro."

"Alright, I'd love that."

"Okay, I'll hang up on you."

And just as you proposed, Simu calls you back.

"Gorgeous." And there they went again.

"Lindo."

When you proposed, you both could be a couple of lovelorn goofballs.

“Tell me something i dont know" You tell

" Hon, can't you believe what's happened?

Oh boy, here it comes

"Let's see... tell me something I don't know."

"I gotta be a presenter at the Oscars."

"No me diga..." You take a second before continuing with your felicitations.

"Mi Vida I don't know what to tell you, cause I think I have already told you before, however, I would never get tired and will never get tired of telling you how proud and happy I feel for you. Congratulations for this great news, truly, muchas felicidades, I feel so proud and happy for you..."

"Awws, my life, stop it... I will cry, and I don't think the make-up team likes to start from zero."

And between laughs, honeyed nicknames, and after a while, which felt like just seconds, you both had to say goodbye, but not before, once again felicitating him for his great achievement.

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Glossary

Pronto llegará - It will arrive soon

El día de mi suerte - My lucky day

Sé que antes de mi muerte - I know that before my death

Seguro que mi suerte cambiará - I'm sure my luck will change

Cariño - Honey

Claro - off course

Lindo /linda -pretty or gorgeous

Mi vida - my life

No me diga - don't tell me

Somehow you had gotten Simu to agree to an episode of Drunk History and now you were here, working, in your apartment with a drunk as shit Simu rambling about Genghis Khan and thinking that it’s ok for him to knock over the lamp you had gotten for Christmas.

“Babe. Don’t knock the lamp over.” Looking at him, you give him a hard stare, one that rarely comes out and only when there’s something extremely stupid going on.

“So Khan. Right? Fearsome warrior.”

You’re trying to focus on your job, being a production assistant and all, while also making sure your boyfriend doesn’t out the relationship more than he already has. You had to explain to your bosses why the address Simu had given them, was the same and the one listed in your file. So you weren’t looking forward to editing how much you know you’ll need to.

“Now, how many Marco Polos went to Khan?” He’s smiling at you like you’d know he was talking about the show. And you knew he was talking about the show, something you had wanted to watch with him. But he didn’t need to know that you knew.

“Right babe?” He’s pointing at you now. “You know. Cuz of the show?”

Now he’s giggling much like a school girl trying to hide the obvious glitter mess she made.

“Baby I gotta help work on this episode, then we can cuddle.” You tell him when he starts to make grabby hands at you. But then you still refuse, and he’s pouting. He’ pouting, while your coworkers and bosses are laughing, and this grown man is pouting like a child.

You’re staring at him like he’s grown 3 heads. And to him, maybe he had. But all he knew was that he was happy, was floating, and you were there.

“So right, absolute loyalty, the kind a girl wishes her frat boy had,” insert hiccup, “but he had all kinds of loyalty surround him. Do you know why?” He’s asking you directly, and you know then and there you won’t be working much now. Your goal is to get him to not make too much a fool of himself, or you, and to get through this unscathed.

“Why is that babe?” You sit with him on the couch, giving your work friends a glance they know that tells them they won’t be having your help for the rest of the filming.

“Because,” hiccup, “he was generous. He let those practice their religion, freely, so long as they ultimately bowed down to the great Khan. The Khan ruled all of Mongolia, and if they respected Mongolia, he respected them!”

Mans’ is straight giggling at this point, and, while he isn’t wrong, he’s a giggling mess and you can’t wait to see the episode when it airs. And eventually he moves on through history, though prompted most of the time. The crew is beginning to pack things up when you try to make your way to your room to set aside a few items, when a warm body stops you.

“You should know I have a girlfriend, and this is a no zone.”

Oh Lordie is your boy drunk, and drunk is he entertaining. He doesn’t drink often, so whenever the opportunity arises to watch drunken antics, you cherish it. Even if you don’t drink much yourself. But you’re tired and just want to get in bed, and Simu isn’t letting you.

“Babe I know you have a girlfriend. I am said girlfriend.” Pointing at the picture of the two of you on the wall, Simu only squints at it before a big smile takes over his face. Next thing you know he’s got you in a bear hug and mumbling drunken words about how the love of his is back and how much he missed you.

By the time you’ve finished your nightly routine and go back to the bedroom, Simu is snoring on the mattress. You’re leaning against the doorframe and take a minute to just look at him. You know this man is your endgame. Even when you move, practically, dead weight underneath the covers so he doesn’t get cold in the night. Even when he’s giggling into your neck when you cuddle in close. Even when you’re fighting about nothing and everything important.

You’ve never seen him spin so fast nor look so insulted in your life. It’d be comical if he wasn’t looking so serious.

“I’m sorry but you had boba today? For the first time ever? With out me?!”

His voice pitches upwards at the end and you can FEEL the annoyance that you went and did this without him. You had been meaning to try boba for a while but hadn’t had a chance until today.

Moving to a new apartment was exhausting and there happened to be a Kung Fu Tea near the new place. Simu wasn’t home yet so you hadn’t worried about his reaction, just drank your 2 bobas and moved on with your day. It wasn’t until an hour or so ago that you realized your stomach was hurting, and that the boba was the culprit. After all, you’d never had it before and the drink was new to your body.

“I’m going to look past this obvious moment of you cheating on me-”

“Hey!”

“And will just ask you for your thoughts. What’d you get? What’d you think? More importantly when are we going next?”

“Well aside from the fact that I did NOT cheat on you, you absolute fiend, I loved it. Texture was a little different than I’m used to but I like it. I didn’t get it with any pearls or anything but I got the coffee milk tea and the sunshine pineapple. Loved them both.”

You look at him, or try to at least, from your position of hunching over the kitchen counter, wishing you hadn’t had so much boba. He can tell you’re distressed due to the discomfort. He corrals you to the couch while he retrieves your heating pad and sticking it in the microwave for you.

“Well to be honest babe I’m just disappointed I missed your first time with boba. But hey it happens to the best of us. Maybe I’ll have some delivered tomorrow.”

“I swear to god if you buy more than 1 thing of-”

“Babe you KNOW I have to justify the delivery fee so it’ll be more than one.”

Sighing, you let him ramble off about the prices while he grabs the heating pad. He comes back, and maneuvers the two of you until you’re sitting with your back to his chest on the couch and he’s got his arms wrapped around your stomach, holding the heating pad in place for you.

“I’m glad you tried it though. Even if you betrayed me for it.”

“Oh my god for the last time I didn’t betray you!”

“You went without me and didn’t get me any. That’s a betrayal if I know one.”

“Simu I really want to go, lord knows I could use a break, but we have four Grand Prix’s that week and you’re asking me this literally two weeks before hand.”

“God fine I get it you don’t want to help support and promote-”

“Can you even hear yourself right now?! That’s definitely NOT what I said and you know very damn well I will always support and help promote with you. That’s not fair for you to throw words in my mouth like that. You know we have different careers. This comes with it. Best friends or not.”

For a while all you can hear is silence from his end of the phone. You know he’s been stressed and annoyed lately at the lack of promotion, but the two of you had been friends since college. And while you were more than happy to see his career finally take off, you didn’t get to see your best friend as much.

“I know I’m sorry. Things have just been insane lately and I’m taking it out on you that’s not cool. Look how about instead of a day trip I can take you out to lunch?”

“Yeah. I think I can manage that. Let me look at the calendar with Mira and I’ll text you days that work?”

“Looking forward to it babes.”

Smiling to yourself and hanging up the call, you nod at your assistant, letting her know she has the ok to look at when you can spare a lunch with him.

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Two weeks later sees you gearing up for the Grand Prix’s on the schedule. You had texted Simu after the call saying you could do lunch the day before the competition started, but he told you something had come up with the filming schedule for his new project and he was in meetings all day; the day before your supposed lunch. Bummed out, you get to work in the arenas helping the course designers and setting up the VIP areas.

While setting up, Mira had taken it upon herself to set up another part of the show, though it was something you were unaware of. Eventually your competitions for the week started and you were halfway through, watching the gym drag the arena, when all the sudden the lights went out.

Stunned at the lack of startled nosies from a suspicious lack of horses, you call Mira on the walkie asking ‘what the actual fuck is happening.’

Before you know it, there’s a spotlight in the corner of the arena you’re at, with one stunning looking Simu underneath it. Surprised, and having the breath knocked out, all you can do is watch.

“Y/N, I know we’ve had our differences, arguments, moments, and everything else, HOWEVER, I’ve known since college you were the one for me.”

He tells you this once he’s closer, so he’s not shouting at the crowd that’s gathered to watch.

“And honestly it’s because you’re the only one, outside of my family, that will put me back in my place without a thought that made me realize it.”

Nearly crying at what he was insinuating, you hug him tighter than you’ve hugged anyone.

“I hope this is your way of saying sorry.”

Laughing, he leans down to slant his lips over yours. You wouldn’t lie and say you hadn’t thought about kissing him, but you knew the type of life he lived and refused to risk your friendship for a ‘what if?’ But you kiss him back with equally as much passion. His tongue forcing its’ way in, not that you’d stop him even if you wanted to.

Before you know it, your pulling back only due to the lack of air in your lungs.

“How the fuck did yo-”

“Mira helped me. She also got the OK from your bosses that I’m allowed to interrupt like this.”

“So that’s why she’s been so shifty the last two weeks.”

Nodding, he kisses you again, softer and slower than the first. Putting all his emotion into it.

“I know what you think about what my career entails, but I want to try. Even if it means risking our friendship because I don’t know who else I’d rather be with. Plus you’re amazing as a person, and as my best friend. You get shit done and know how to. But to officially have things stated, I want you to know that I love you. Plus Disney World is for losers. Everyone knows it's WEC to be at.”

The view of the snow capped mountains comes into view, having finally made it to Alaska after way too long on a plane. You pan over to Simu, who’s just as eager and laughing excitedly, albeit with rosy cheeks.

I've been lost on the train

With a west found gold

“I told you you’d love it.” You tell him.

“Oh hush you who paid for it hmm?”

“Whatever.” You pan the camera back to the mountains, sunset in the background.

Tossed and turned in the waves

Down a dead end road

The video changing to the one you had taken of the dogs chasing after Simu, who thought it was a good idea to take their bones. Laughing at him like the beautiful dumbass he was. Even then you’re surprised you were able to swing the dogs coming with you to Alaska.

“I told you taking new elk horns from them was a bad idea babe!”

Lost my mind on purpose

To my find soul

You’re both in the front, hiking like the athletic ‘losers’ you are. Least that’s what all your friends thought. The two of you are trying to push the other back down the slope so you can be the first one to the top.

Found there's only so much

You wanna see alone

Panoramic view of the Smokies, another hiking trip since that seemed to be y’alls thing. He’s twisting the camera around to get you and the dogs into the frame. He moves the camera back and it’s set on you looking out past the cliffs. And he can see how much you admire the view from the sparkle in your eyes.

And I can picture your silhouette

In the summer of no regrets

It felt like a thousand breathes a thousand steps

I knew right then and there that

The video of you cliff jumping in West Virginia pops up, your screams heard drowned out from the music while Simu hands the phone over to one of your friends that came with.

I'd go anywhere with you

I'd go anywhere with you

The next clip of him taking the same jump right after, meeting you down in the water.

I know you feel the same thing that I do

'Cause I'd go anywhere, anywhere with you

The camera zooms in on the two you making out in the water and you can hear your friends giving you grief for kiss your handsome as hell boyfriend.

Anywhere, anywhere

Anywhere with you

Anywhere, anywhere

The dogs are in view, Simu close behind them holding peanut butter spoons behind his back, though the dogs didn’t know they had been filled with meds. You’re in your parents backyard, the Carolina trees taking up the backspace. It’d gotten dark out and the tiki lights had been lit; but the dogs still needed their meds.

I slept under the pines

And they sang your name (and they sang your name)

Stared at the stars in the night

And I saw your face (and I saw your face)

The flame of the tiki lights create a soft glow around him. Hair wild from your earlier activities and some facial air he’d have to shave the next morning to get ready for filming.

And I can picture your silhouette

I sway in the sunset

You video Simu in the kitchen with Chopa and Denali, your Australian shepherd dancing around his ankles. It was one of those rare moments with the sun shining through the living room curtains, and everyone was home. Even if home happened to be your parents house at the moment. He sees you recording the circus and smiles at you before dancing his way over, dogs and pancakes included.

It feels like a thousand breathes a thousand steps

I know right here and now that

Even the camera can see the moment your breath catches in your throat. Going on a trail ride since he’d mentioned he’d never done one. But he’s there right beside you, standing while you’re still on horseback. He’s telling you the moment he knew you were it. And you’re in tears trying to say yes while keeping your horse still. But you’re saying yes and leaning down to kiss the daylights out of the man who routinely drives you crazy in all the best ways.

I'd go anywhere with you

I'd go anywhere with you

I know you feel the same thing that I do

'Cause I'd go anywhere, anywhere with you

Somehow, the camera is showing everyone Simu’s face when you began walking down the aisle. Something that happened only an hour before. He’s openly happy crying while the dogs are sitting patiently, whining, for you to make your family whole again. His face, seeing you the way you look in your dress, is something you hope you never forget. Because despite the fights, the disagreements, you know you were made for each other.

We were humming out the window

Running where the wind blows

Couple cigars in the stars

We'll be at a rooftop 'til the cops came

And I know that I was changed

But it doesn't, people belong

And I know that we'll never be the same

No we'll never be the same

It changes back to one of the first nights you had met each other. You agreed to go bowling with friends you hadn’t seen in a while, and somehow gravitated towards him the whole night. Leaving with a new number and new feeling of butterflies you hadn’t felt in a long time.

'Cause I'd go anywhere with you

I'd go anywhere with you

There are various clips from different views all your friends managed to capture of you through the night that even you didn’t know exist. From you throwing a fry in his face, to him attempting to ‘help’ you perfect a better bowling stance.

I know you feel the same thing that I do

'Cause I'd go anywhere, anywhere with you

I'd go anywhere with you

I'd go anywhere with you

The video ends, with a picture of your engagement photo. Your ring finger wasn’t even the focus and you’re glad whoever made the video chose that one. Because you’re looking at each other like nothing else on earth matters. You and Simu are happy where you are just holding each other.

I know you feel the same thing that I do

'Cause I'd go anywhere, anywhere with you

Anywhere, anywhere, anywhere with you

Anywhere, anywhere

Anywhere, anywhere

Anywhere, anywhere