princessisfinethx
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Bwahahaha...I found a way to use my stickers without using them.
For those of you waiting for the Murderer!Simon x reader Soulmate AU, this is no longer a little idea.
This is 16 pages and counting. I'm not even done yet.
Bruh.
BruhhhHHH LMAO.
I'm at 4k words rn. Should I like...split into chapters or should I post the whole thing completely?
I've already started working on it and boys, this is a long one.
Vote! Referring to this post.
So, basically it'll still be name abbreviation, but the soulmates will be able to share pain being felt as well. Soulmate got punched in the face? You got a black eye because of it.
Being Simon Riley's soulmate...well you were surprised he was even still alive after the pain you've felt.
Yay? Neigh?
Vote! Referring to this post.
So, basically it'll still be name abbreviation, but the soulmates will be able to share pain being felt as well. Soulmate got punched in the face? You got a black eye because of it.
Being Simon Riley's soulmate...well you were surprised he was even still alive after the pain you've felt.
Yay? Neigh?
sometimes you need dialogue tags and don't want to use the same four
I know you all loved the way I wrote Simon where he's a bully. I'd like to let you all know I simply wrote my boyfriend's attitude into Simon.
And today, I came forward and I told my guy that I wrote fanfiction based on his personality combined with the infamous Simon Ghost Riley. This was hard for me because I'm so embarrassed to admit to my close friends that I write these things.
I told him that, in fact, it was my most popular fanfic rn!
You know what this smug bitch told me? Deadass?
"You're welcome. Can't help I'm so popular."
In a very monotone, uninterested tone.
If you have Spotify reblog this and tag what your number one song on your “on repeat” playlist is.
The 141 helping you study for finals?
Fluff. Boys being Boys.
Johnny is looking over your previous tests with a pout. "D'you even need to learn all this shit? Dn't seem useful at all." He looked over your study guide, then back at the rest paper he was holding. "Oh. Add this 'ere line of mess. Looks important."
Simon took the paper from him and eyes the section he pointed to. "It's already written in the study guide. Stop buggin 'em Johnny." Simon walks up to you and sets down your water bottle with some ice and fresh water inside. "Drink at least half of that before bed."
You smiled and gave a soft 'yes sir'.
Kyle scoots over to your side. "Okay. I found that answer for the question on number 7." He shows you the answer on his phone and you read over it.
"Ohh, okay okay that makes sense." You smiled at him and began typing it into your growing study guide. "Thank you Kyle."
Kyle beams and looks over at Johnny while secretly sticking him the middle finger. Johnny points threateningly at Kyle but he couldn't help the smirk on his lips.
Price walked over, setting down a bowl of some of your favorite fruits. "Alright sweetheart. You've got an hour left. Then it's off to bed. Sleep is more important than cramming in information. Need an alert mind for those tests." He ruffled your hair as he passed you behind the couch.
"Alright. I'll stop adding to my list and just...study I guess." You pursed your lips and looked over your screen a few times.
The four men sit quietly as you read over your paper, but Johnny was slowly reaching for the fruits. Simon reached over and slapped his hand. "Leave it."
The Scottish man was hissing in agitation. "Fine! Jeez..."
Kyle had an arm slung behind you on the couch as he looked over your study guide with you. "I think you've got this next exam in the bag."
Price was sitting in a recliner, opening his tablet to play a game on it. "No doubt about it. But also if you want us to leave you to study in silence, we can do that."
You looked up at all four of them and gave a quick smile. "Nah. I like having you guys here." You looked back down at the screen and began reading over the beginning again.
You're gonna do great on your finals.
(You're gonna do great on your finals!!)
HE LEFT ME FLOWERS AT MY DOOR 😭😭😭
WHAT A FUCKING DORK 😭😭 AND HE WROTE ME A NOTE ON A CANE'S NAPKIN.
I took care of my friend when he was sick and hurting. I missed school to stay with him. I gave him medicines, I got him food and water (went to the store and got him Gatorade) and I let him sleep in my bed. And I told him I would stay with him till he got better.
He called me a bastard because I 'kicked him out' while he was still sick.
So that day my family was having a bbq, and I wanted to go but I didn't know if I should have left him at my apartment because I didn't know if my roommate would have said something about him being there when I wasnt. I thought this was reasonable.
He said he would go to someone else's place, he even texted and asked them if he could go and they said yeah. So he left, and I even offered to drive him there and then when he was feeling better, he can come back and get his truck.
He said I was kind of a bastard for kicking him out.
What?
What.
Update <3
I've seen everyone that asked to be tagged in my full fic, and I will I promise!
I have to study for finals. I have two super important ones on Monday kill me and then a final due Tuesday im gonna cry in the shower tonight.
:')
some loving thoughts and motivational words might help if yall would like to send them in.
Murderer!Simon x fem!Reader (idea post)
Note: this is a short fic of what I plan on writing more of later. This contains mentions of murder (duh) body parts and stalking. The full fic will likely be much darker.
Soulmate AU, where two people will have the initials of someone's name marked on their skin, in the same spot as the other. It comes with their 18th birthday. This is a nearly impossible search because anyone can have the same initials as someone else. And there's only so many spots a mark can show up before it repeats with the same letters, so and so...
So fate, the little hopeless romantic that it is, also made it so that people can feel when they're closer to their soulmate.
It's a warm spread through their chest, then through their arms and their legs. A flush of the cheeks in some cases, when they're finally face to face with their one and only. Some people experience hairs rising on their neck or arms. Others say it's like the word becomes quiet all around you, because your heart is singing a song for you to hear.
Well.
You've been waiting for years and ofc you became lonely and heartbroken. No soulmate for you. Your friends all found one, you siblings as well. And you were alone, staring at the initials that showed up around your 18th birthday; S.R.
So why not go for a camping trip? Do something nice like get away from the city and relax. Maybe go swim in a lake, read a book, crochet, or cross stitch.
You've been so caught up in reading about how others found their soulmate, that you completely glossed over the missing persons articles. Campers going missing in the woods, some body parts showing up, but never the whole body.
Silly you.
Setting up your camper for the week, making yourself a campfire, you felt a little better. Small joys that made you feel like life was worth going on. Of course, maybe you were just harsh on yourself. It's only been 6 years right? There have been cases of people waiting even longer. That made you feel even worse.
You were so saddened and depressed, drowning in your own self-loathing that you never saw the dark figure of a man watching you from behind your camper. He blended in so well with the dark forest behind him, he couldn't blame you. That and he's done this plenty times.
He waited, which was unusual. Simon didn't wait for campers to go to bed. He liked watching them scream and run. He liked when the fear in their eyes was evident. But he watched you douse your fire. He watched you climb into your camper and through a window, he watched you settle down for bed.
Why was his chest thrumming? And why did it feel like the mark on his wrist was burning?
Simon Riley pretends to be grossed out by you. Not like dramatically, but makes it obvious.
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.
"Don't worry love, we'll find you that therapist soon." He shook his head with a sigh. And his heart leapt in his chest at hearing your laughter.
Bruh my most popular post as of rn is the text messages between reader and Simon Riley.
Me after I wrote that whole story of tutor reader x Simon, and my most popular one rn is a few couple of lines.
Thinking about College Student!Simon x Tutor!Reader
Warnings: Math hw. Swearing, lap sitting, nudity, oral(M receiving) Literally porn w/o plot.
This does not connect with the other college student reader x Simon. Cause, reader is a tutor. So there.
You've tutored this guy like seven times. He was huge, a gym guy no doubt. He was hot which helped combat how fucking stupid he could be.
You've went over with him how to do the math but it seemed like he was never focused. Ever. He'd stare at you blankly as you re-read the question, grunted when you asked if he understood, and didn't bother trying to pick up the pencil to attempt a word problem. What a man-child.
It was 8 at night and you were in his dorm room, sighing and dropping the pencil. "Okay Simon. Want me to be honest?" He grunted. Which was an answer. "I don't know if you're going to get through this class of this keeps up. I'll keep helping you but-" you shrugged. "We need to try a new method of tutoring. And you need to be trying to do the work. Okay? No more sitting and staring."
Simon shifted in his seat, his eyes glaring down at the paper as if it called him pitiful. You felt bad now for what you thought previously. You knew he was smart enough to pass this class, he just had to try. "Alright." His voice made you look up at him. "Just- frustrated. 'Avn't had time to myself." You noticed he looked equally as exhausted as you felt.
"College is stressful." You said in agreement. "It's good to have time for yourself, and to spend time with other people especially." You glanced to the side as you briefly thought about your own method of stress relief. A certain amount of inches in your dresser drawer and a vibrator that came separately. You looked back at Simon to find him staring at you. Again. "How do you relieve stress?"
He stares. And it feels like he had read your mind and was looking at the dirty thoughts that clouded your head. You shifted uneasily, but he finally answered. "Working out. Swimmin'. Wrestlin'." He shrugged one shoulder.
You looked at the paper on the table, then at the clock. A stupid, stupid idea came to mind, but it was a last resort. And if it didn't work? Well, you could say you tried. "Okay. I want you to try doing numbers 8, 9, and 10." He started to shift as if getting ready to complain, but you cut in before he could. "And if you can show the work for them, I'll reward you."
This got his attention, fast.
"Reward?" He asked. "What like...candy?" He chuckled.
"No, just- start working on number 8. Without looking at the notes. See what you can do from memory." You felt nervous. You hoped that this wouldn't seem creepy...maybe things worked as well as they did in pornos.
Simon worked through number 8. Once he was finished, you looked over his work. "Good job, you remembered the negative signs too."
He hummed. "So then, what's my reward for this-" But he nearly choked on his words as you suddenly sat on his lap. Your legs resting off the side. His hands twitched and he suddenly felt like his mouth went dry.
You cleared your throat. "Well...you deserve a small reward. So...keep doing more questions and I'll keep rewarding you." You noticed that your voice was softer. Probably nerves. "If this doesn't work for you, I can-"
"No, no, its fine." Simon blinked and cleared his throat. He pulled you closer, wrapping one arm around you while his other hand began to scribble as he worked on the next problem.
Fuck, it was working. He was doing the work, and he wasn't pushing you off his lap. You watched as he scribbled quickly, nervously. You spotted a mistake he made and you rolled your hips. This was something you did to sit up in your chair, not something on purpose. But it got Simon to stop dead in his tracks and squeeze his eyes shut. "You forgot to divide both sides by pi."
Simon opened his eyes and swallowed. "Right...damn pi." He erased, then went at it again. he finished the problem and you nodded.
"Right again." You offered a smile, then you stood up. You could see the look in his eyes, thinking he did something wrong. But you instead slowly peeled off your jeans, and your shirt, leaving you in your underwear and bra. Then you settled back into his lap, his hands sliding across bare skin too eagerly. A stiff lump in the front of his pants told you all you needed to know. "Do the next one. But its a little tricky. But I'll be right here to help you if you get lost."
Your words may have just been wind blowing past the window. He was already writing down on the sheet of paper. As he did, you allowed your fingers to tease at the hem of his shirt in the front of his pants. You monitored his work, his silence and death grip on his pencil not going unnoticed. But he finished the equation, mumbling about how stupid the practice was. "Done." His grunt answer sounded strained.
"Correct again." You picked up the paper, looking over the rest of the questions and finding one of the word problems he had trouble with earlier. "Do this one, and we'll stop there for the day."
Simon glared down at the paper, but when you reached for the clip of your bra and unfastened it, he suddenly couldn't wait to get through it. You didn't remove the little flimsy fabric, instead you leaned up and kissed his neck, a twitch in his jeans had you grinning to yourself. "Do you remember what to do?" Your voice was sultry and damn near teasing.
"Y-yeah, I got it." He went through the steps in his head and wrote them down. You pressed kisses at his neck, tracing a line down his throat with your tongue and he almost snapped his pencil in half. The reward was right in his lap, waiting and wanting. But first he had to earn it. His free hand ran down your bare back, then tugged you closer to him. Once he was done with his equation, he nodded. (Or maybe he swallowed the lump forming in his throat? He forgot.)
You looked over the question and the answer. Sitting up and taking the paper to look better at the messy handwriting. You smiled again and his cock jumped. He was going to get his- "Your answer is wrong."
His brow twitched. "Wrong? Wha-"
"You used pi over 3, should have used pi over 6, then 5 pi over 6..." You explained, and he briefly realized what points you were talking about.
"Do I still get my reward?" He felt so sheepish asking you. He was older than you, for sure, but the eager want in his tone was evident.
"Hmm." You set the paper down, then removed your bra all the way. Simon felt precum staining his jeans and he gripped the edge of his chair, staring at the prettiest tits he's ever seen. "I suppose some kind of reward is still on the table."
He watched as you slowly got to your knees before him, then started to unbutton his jeans and pull them down. He wasn't wearing anything under it, so his cock immediately springing out of his jeans was a surprise. Briefly you thought that had to hurt; commando in jeans. You took his length in one hand, giving it a slow tug and watching him hiss at the feeling.
It's been ages. Years since the last time he fucked. Simon could barely remember the last time he wanked it. Which if he had a clear head, he would know it was about two months ago. He wasn't expecting you to have sex with him however. He could tell with the look in your eyes, the evil glint that made him mentally shake his fist at getting that last question wrong. He was getting his reward, but he was being punished as well.
You spit onto the head of his cock, using it to lubricate him and continued to tug him. His eyes stayed focused on you, trying to focus. A pretty, intelligent, sweet little bird, kneeling between his legs with nothing but your panties on. It was like heaven opened up and gave him a kiss. When you pressed a kiss to the tip of his cock, he nearly came from the sight of it. "Fuckkk love, you'll kill me at this rate..." He groaned.
You giggled, watching him rub his face. He twitched on your tongue and you took him further past your lips.
You were secretly sweating.
Simon was thick. His length was fine, average. But the girth of this man was making you nervous. You were a little thankful you didn't try to ride this man. But the idea of trying made your head dizzy and your core clench. Maybe, this will give him the encouragement he needed to do better next time.
Your hands rested on his thighs and you bobbed your head up and down, slowly at first. Simon gasped and you swore he whined when he bucked his hips. You hummed which made him jump. "Shit." He closed his eyes briefly. "I'm so close already, I-" You went faster, using your free hand to cup his balls and softly roll them in your palm.
The man stiffened under your touch, sitting up and pulling out of your mouth. "Fuck! Open for me love-" He was cupping your chin and tilting your head back, and you opened obediently. With a grunt and a quick grind against your lips, he was shooting ropes of cum against your face and neck. Some of it landed on your chest and in your mouth, which you swallowed without command. You were covertly pleased at yourself from how fast you got him to cum. The taste was awful but seeing Simon coming apart was more than worth it.
He sat back in the chair, but then he was leaning close to you, breathing heavily. His forehead pressed against yours, his hooded eyes staring at you with something you haven't seen in years. His hands running through the back of your hair, you realized he was about to kiss you. But he stopped.
Thhen, like cold water splashing on him, he jumped up. "Oh- I'm so sorry, wait here I'll get you somethin'-" He was shuffling to his bathroom to look for a wash cloth. He came back, having tucked his half hard cock back into his jeans and was wiping your face clean. You looked up at him, seeing his cheeks blushing heavily.
You took the cloth from him and wiped the rest off yourself. He helped you find your clothes, and when he handed you your shirt, he mumbled. "Thank you...um...for that. Haven't had some stress relief like tha' in a while."
You slipped your shirt on and then smiled. "I was hoping it would help you focus too. But, yeah, I guess sexual frustration plays a big role in stress too." You packed your things away, getting ready to leave.
Simon seemed on edge. When you asked him about it, he mumbled. "You didn't get any relief...I uh, I just sat back and-"
"Don't." You rested a hand on his arm. "I've been handling my own sort of stress relief, Simon. Don't worry." You could tell he didn't like that answer. Then you added. "Next session, do better on your work. And we'll see where it goes from there." You slipped on your backpack. "And, this doesn't mean anything between us. So don't worry about anything like that."
He chuckled, rubbing his jaw and nodding. "Thanks for lettin' me know. And uh, yeah, I'll do better next time."
~
A few weeks passed, you were doom scrolling through some app when you heard a knock at your door. You tossed your phone aside and went to the peep hole, looking through and seeing someone you didn't recognize.
You opened the door and the man grinned at you. "Hey, you do tutoring lessons aye?" The man shifted from one foot to the other. He was wearing a loose dark green tank top and sweat pants. He was tall, he had a certain accent you couldn't place, and he was sporting a mohawk.
"Uh...yeah. Did someone recommend me?"
He nodded. "I need help with some math problems. Nothin too hard." He smirked and tilted his head. "Simon recommended you, said you had a fancy method to help him study. That is, if you have room in your schedule."
~~~
Lol, math, I'm failing my own class rn actually.
Text message between you and Simon:
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: ....
Simon: nah. I'd just leave hair all over ya like you do in my shower.
Whoa.. rant..
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Ranting about how non-con in fiction is disgusting because you were traumatized by it is understandable. But also, just silly as well. On a site where fanfiction runs wild, with tags and tags WARNING you that there is possibly non-con elements, you should be able to point them out and avoid them.
And then, you start claiming that these fictional characters. FICTIONAL CHARACTERS, are not rapists? You're right.
Because they are fictional characters.
I blocked that person because I write stories with non-con. So I thought, don't wanna let them see my work. Being traumatized by something sucks, but talking down on others because of it, sucks too.
I'll note that this person claimed that, 'I know every one says to scroll past it if I don't like it but I won't just scroll past it. It's- yada yada...'
Babe? Lmao. Nah. You have the choice to scroll past a post you don't like or don't feel comfortable reading.
Hell! I don't finish fanfiction stories because sometimes I don't feel comfortable with them! It happens!
Hope that person finds peace. Hope that person knows what the Dead Dovev Do Not Eat tag means.
I write dub non-con/non-con occasionally!!! If that bothers you please block me or unfollow me! And read the tags!!!
Someone way way way back in the day, probably slapped their buddy's arm and was like, "I bet you three berries you can't get up on that thing and ride it around."
And the friend looked at the 5 ft 7 mass of muscle on four legs, with an elongated, terrifying face and crazy in it's eye. And dude said "Make it six." And got to work.
And now we have horses.
Tbh, Simon is probably hesitant to comfort you when you're stressed. I was tempted to write that in my last fic but I was feeling down and liked the idea at the time.
He'd still be there, but he'd do whatever you asked him, to the dot. Leave you alone for a while? Done. Cook your favorite food? Right away. Go to the store and buy that video game you've been wanting to play? Yes ma'am.
However.
König? He would fuck you until you didn't even know how to spell the word stress anymore.
Firm believer. In this.
College student reader x Simon (Reversed)
((There's actually nothing about college except the beginning. Part 2 of Simon x college student reader))
- Stressed Simon, (actual angst) past argument mentions, hurt(?)/comfort. I really got into this one. wow. Mentions showering but nothing explicit. Dropping 'L' word at the end and also motorboating lol (face to chest basically)
I'm not rereading this, whatever goes, goes.
You were quickly typing into your computer, eyeballing the typo before backspacing quickly and fixing it. You were sat on the couch, humming and typing away to finish up a summary for your English teacher. Easy stuff, not too much work. And it should be your last thing to do today. You smiled a little as you thought of all your free time. Briefly you wondered if Simon would want to go catch a movie with you at the theater or stay home instead. You didn't mind either.
The door opens and Simon walks in. You smiled up at him but he didn't look at you. He kicked off his shoes and went straight to the bedroom. Your smile dropped and you moved to close your laptop, but paused. What happened?
Simon walked into the bedroom, into the bathroom and shut the door. He turned on the shower and began stripping out his clothes quickly. He needed to calm himself. After the day he's had, he was about to snap. First he got a ticket for an expired parking meter, then some older woman at the store snapped at him for standing too close to her (he was a shopping cart and a half away from her.) His card declined four times before he had to use cash because he forgot to unlock the card the night before...a wide series of things in between as well. It seemed like today, the universe held it's middle finger at Simon. And to top it off? Bird shit on his neck down his back.
He got into the cold shower and began scrubbing with a back brush. You had been all bright smiles to greet him, but he had to look away. Something ugly twisted in his mind, that grinning evil insecurity. He didn't want to yell at you. He did once and the look on your face was still plastered in his mind. Hurt.
You did that, remember?
He hissed and rubbed his face with his wet hands. He never wanted that to happen again. So he ran past you. Avoiding you to keep you happy. Aren't I pathetic?
The bird shit down his back was gone, but he kept scrubbing, grumbling about bad luck under his breath. Then there was a knock. Simon didn't want to answer, but he didn't want you to come in and see him like this again. But you didn't enter.
"Simon. I'll give you some alone time." You spoke through the door, hand faintly resting on the knob. You wanted to go in but you knew he needed his space. "But, I'm gonna start cooking, it'll be done in an hour probably. If you still want to be alone by then, um..." You looked around. "Just- put a sock on the door handle, and I'll let you be okay?"
A smile twitched at his lips. He sighed however, then answered in a low tone, his voice baritone enough for you to hear it past the shower. "Alright love." A pause. "Thank you."
You didn't say anything else, he heard your footsteps leave and the bedroom door closing. His heart felt heavy and he closed his eyes. Letting the cold water run over his hair and down his body. The ugly little thing that whispered in his head was still there, but not so loud anymore.
He slowly turned the hot water on, breathing out again.
~~~
You had just finished cooking, proud of how it turned out too. You turned everything off to let it cool, then went to the bedroom to see if Simon still needed to be alone. But as you turned, you ran right into him and jumped from fright. At the same time, he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder with ease. You screamed and giggled. "Simon-!"
He deposits you on the couch, and then lays on top of you. Full weight. You laughed from the pressure but soon he shifted to hold you more comfortably. Arms wrapped around your middle as his body laid between your legs. His head rested against your chest where he pressed his face for a moment or two. You blushed, waiting, then he turned his head and laid his ear against your chest. Eyes closed, breathing normally. He was listening to your heart.
You reached up and ran your fingers through his hair and scratching the nape of his neck. "You wanna tell me about it?" You asked.
He hummed. "Bad day. Nothin' went right."
You nodded. "Did the shower and sleep help?"
"Couldn't sleep." He replied. He lifted his head and looked at you. "M'sorry for how I came in. Didn't want to snap at you." Again. The word was there but he didn't say it. Your eyes softened and he knew you thought about it too.
But you smiled softly. "Don't apologize...you needed space Si. Everyone does sometimes." You ran your fingers through his hair. You could see the look in his eye, the regret. The one memory that seemed to hurt him more than it did you.
"Simon?" He hummed and waited for you to continue. "I love you." His heart skipped, but you went on. "And what you said before in the past, is in the past. You were overwhelmed and stressed and I didn't know how to comfort you. I just want to take care of you like you do for me."
He sighed and put his face into your chest again, making you snort a little. "I want to be better."
"Simon, shush yourself." You kissed his head and he lifted his face. "There's no getting 'better' when everything sucks. I can't get you out of a bad mood, but I'll be here waiting to help in anyway I can. If that means waiting an hour or two, then I'll do it."
His eyes softened, that voice in his head snuffed out completely. "I love you too."
You smiled, your hand rubbing his cheek. "Wanna eat now? Food is still warm."
He huffed, stuffed his face back into your chest and ignored your shrieks and giggling. "Few more minutes..." You complied, letting your hand run up his back slowly while he listened to your heart. Warm. Safe.
"I've got you."
Simon x college student reader.
- Fluff (& angst which is just stressed out reader).
I wonder where the author gets her inspiration-
You walked into the apartment, dragging your booksack in and dropping it carefully on a couch. Simon looks at you from the kitchen. "Hey. How was your day-" he started to ask but you ignored him. This wasn't the first time you had.
You walk to your bedroom, lazily slip off your shoes and then strip down. You change into whatever, maybe some pajamas, maybe a large t-shirt, maybe nothing. Whatever you felt most comfortable in. Then you climbed into your blankets and cool mattress and hugged whatever pillow was closest to you.
Simon had watched the last half of this. He sighed and went to the kitchen to wash his hands. You had a shit day. He dried his hands after rinsing and walked into the room again. Your eyes were closed as he leaned onto the bed and touched your shoulder. "Love. Talk to me. C'mon."
You hummed, or groaned. But you opened your eyes and looked at him. You shook your head. "Just wanna sleep forever, and never have to think about classes or deadlines or anything or anyone..."
He knew college was draining, he knew how it sucked souls and money out of even the happiest and wealthier people. And he hated that it made you feel this way. He sat down on the bed next to you, gently brushed some hair from your face. "You're almost done aren't ya? Maybe...think about it this way. Spring break is almost here. You have a long break then. But if that's too far away, the weekend is coming up eh? Gotta keep pushing for it."
You nodded. "I know. But it's just- it's hard, Si." You pressed your face against his thigh. "I don't know."
"Mm." He nodded, threading his fingers through your hair. "You giving up?"
"No!" You looked at him. "I just need to take a break. I need to stop for a moment." You wanted to cry. You haven't cried in months and you wondered if you were broken.
Simon hummed again. "That's okay. But you can't stop in the middle of the semester. Keep going, get through these classes. Then you'll have a whole summer to rest." He stopped combing your hair. "Want some company?"
You thought about it. "Turn the fan on, then you can come back."
He smiled slightly, getting up and turning on an oscillating fan on high. It filled the room with a comforting white noise. He turned the lights off too, took his phone out and set it on the nightstand. Then he climbed into bed and settled under the blankets with you.
"Been overwhelmed lately." He mumbled, pulling you close to him. His warmth plus the cool blankets felt heavenly. "Gotta stop pushing yourself so much."
You closed your eyes and sighed. "I'm not working hard enough." You thought it was true. You felt like you were glued more to your phone than you were to your studies. Guilt ate at you lately, like a gluttonous caterpillar. But Simon's words stopped those thoughts.
"None of that." He replied, his arms wrapping around your middle and squeezing just a little. "I won't argue with you about this, not now. Why don't we just rest a little. And when we wake up, I'll cook you something. Whatever you want." He kissed your head. "Just rest love.
I got you."
So, to anyone who doesn't know. I live in the south. And guess what happened tonight??
It's been snowing! And never ever this much! So I've been playing in the snow like an idiot. Or like a big child. We may get up to 12 inches!! So enjoy the video below.
Did y'all know my 12 year old sister knows I be swooning over the cod men, and relentlessly teases me about it. (Her and my dad play Cod. Like they are crazy fucking good at it.)
Well I was in the car with her once and I had my Tumblr open. And my mom asked me a question so I leaned forward to talk to her about it. And when I looked at my sister, she was looking at my phone and eyeing the gif of Ghost leaning forward wearing that fitted grey long sleeve? (It was the opening of a fanfic)
And she eyeballed me because she suddenly knew just how sad I was. She knew exactly what kind of dumb shit I read now
And she started laughing and talking but I clamped a hand over her mouth and I kept saying "SHUT UP SHUT UP ILL GIVE YOU TEN DOLLARS IF YOU SHUT UP."
And my clueless parents kinda kept glancing and chuckling thinking we were just playing around. Meanwhile I was fighting for the rest of my dignity in that backseat and she was ready to out me to my dad.
do you do anything else?
That could mean a whole lot of things.
Like, hobbies? Yes, I sew, I cross stitch, read (real books cause I'm waiting on a kindle) I draw too. 😇
But I'm assuming you mean characters I write for. Assuming. If not, then just lmk.
But with characters, yes I write for a lot of different ones. If you had a specific character or fandom in mind, just ask and I'll let you know.