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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.

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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."

HE LEFT ME FLOWERS AT MY DOOR 😭😭😭

WHAT A FUCKING DORK 😭😭 AND HE WROTE ME A NOTE ON A CANE'S NAPKIN.

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!!)

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.

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.

Yep, I'm here.

You've probably seen me on A03. Maybe not. IF you did, then you know what I write. Enjoy your stay. I'll be around... trying to figure out how this works so bare with me.

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!!!

I keep getting inboxes like these. It's a spam bot with the same name over and over (3rd time I've gotten this same message) . Make sure to keep an eye out for scams.

My stupid update.

Cons: I'm about to start college. I got my heart broken in a stupid way that was kind of my fault. And I'm broke as hell.

Pros:

I'm making friends I think. My brother is taking me to eat pho and I'm starting college(Paleontology).

So, I don't think I'm gonna update for a while which isn't a shocker but I'm just letting you guys know now. Honestly I'm hoping for some hot guy to whisk me away and treat me like a queen but this is real life not booktok. I'm sorry for everyone that was reading my stuff and wanted more updates but I can't do it. At least not right now.

Thank you everyone who left kind messages and comments, and again I'm sorry. Wish me luck, I start classes Monday and FAFSA isn't paying for any of my shit🥲

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