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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.
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?
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.
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.
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."
Here is my hoard
Works compiled:
RecomMiles x FemReader
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5
Invisible Man x FemReader
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3
König x Fem!Reader
Part 1 Part 2
Baby Fever König
<3𝐻𝑒𝓇𝑒<3 <3Part Two<3
Vampire!König x Human!Reader
Part 1 Part 2
A Fly on the Wall (Ghoap x reader)
Part 1
Murderer! Simon x Fem!Reader (Soulmate AU)
Idea Post
Soon to come...
Random Simon Stuff
Texting
Oneshots:
Monster!König x Vet!Reader: Pt.1 , Pt.2 , Pt. 3, Pt. 4
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