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warning: slight spoilers (??) of s1 & 2
simon who meets you during the game of tag. he remembers this strictly because after he observed the fear on everyone’s faces, he saw yours, which was mixed with confusion but strategy. he noticed the calculations in your brain forming as the game was explained.
you somehow working together to take down the gunman, you moving up multiple stories using parkour while simon fist fights with the second shooter, and hitting the button just in time to clear the game. you watched him walk off from the apartment complex before deciding to catch up with him. you make an attempt to at least thank him, but he ends up leaving you with a gruff “hm” and more distance.
simon who has to play “wolf” with three of his best mates from the military, which means only one of them was walking out. after emotional speeches and goodbyes simon is the one who slowly removes his collar at the end and clears the game. if he didn’t say much earlier, you bet your ass he was silent now.
simon who finds himself releasing a breath every time he sees you physically fine. especially after learning you joined a game without him. in his mind- outside of him and his previous group, you were the most logical person here. he had full faith you’d get everyone who really tried out.
simon who catches you between games, taking a private moment to introduce himself and officially meet you. you learn he’s military and already lost loved ones here, he learned that this isn’t necessarily your first time here, you learned his main goal is to survive and go home, he learned you returned for the sole purpose of shutting down the borderlands for good. he respects your drive, integrity, and intensity towards the games and you respect his simple, honest, and clear goals.
simon who starts looking for you before he does anything else; which is extremely unlike him. the first time he doesn’t immediately scan the room for answers but for your face, you made eye contact and immediately bee lined towards the large masked man. from there, you bring him back to reality and discuss a plan. also a key feature he likes about you- you know time and place. you even make him lock in a few situations.
simon who is already scary, but that increases by one thousand if you get hurt or stuck in a game. though he claims to be focused on his survival and wellbeing, he’s quick to come to your rescue and shut down your resistance when you try to shoo him away. during these moments, no bullet, no stab wound, no beating, jumping, or strangling could take him down. it’s because he’s not paying attention to the mindless fucks out for their own, he’s paying attention to you, his pretty partner in crime.
simon who’s with you more times than not, including the hours of free time. it’s gotten to a point where people assume you two are dating. they notice how you both always are in a game together. how either of you will look around to find the location and type info on any games you joined without each other. simon bites his cheek when someone tells him you’re registering for a clubs game (he doesn’t like the idea of the possibility that your “team” might betray you- cause he’d never), and you swallow hard when you learn he’s in a hearts game (simon isn’t good with emotions).
but, simon’s main strategy of keeping you both sane and alive is to never join a hearts game with you. he would immediately sacrifice himself if it came between you two and he couldn’t handle watching you be psychologically broken down. he knows how to stitch wounds with fishing wire and a needle, he does not know how to rebuild your mind from nonstop and continuous trauma, yet.
simon who always always always teams up with you for club games. if there’s someone in the group who’s being uncooperative or flat out disrespectful, he’s the first one to shut them up. he gives you the floor, only stepping in to add or tweak your plan. if there’s separation involved, he automatically assumes he’s going with you- and so far he’s been right.
simon who forms an alliance with you and about two other capable people by the third game. if there’s someone new, they learn simon’s three rules first thing: one, you listen to y/n, two, you listen to me if not y/n, and three, just because we’re a team doesn’t mean i won’t be with y/n most of the time. do these rules come out verbally? no, never. but does he show it and establish them through his actions? yes, absolutely.
simon who is fiercely protective and loyal to and of you. some random guy is suddenly trying to team up with you? fine, but three’s a crowd, right? you’re being targeted? it’s a game of life or death and apparently your attackers just chose death. if you and/or him are forced to make a scary decision he’s either going first and refusing to move until he’s confirmed you’re okay to as well, or he’s standing next in line, right behind you, whispering in your ear little words of encouragement and praise to get you going.
simon who fucks you prone bone in the woods while actively hiding from the king of spades. his left hand is over your mouth, his right hand in your sight next to your head, his gun gripped with safety off, finger on the trigger ready for anyone who dared to interrupt him.
simon who fights to utter ends to ensure you both escape back to the “old” world. near the ending rounds, he’s holding your exhausted body against his own, rough fingers drawing invisible shapes on your shoulders and hands to ground you and calm himself down.
simon who reunites with you in the hospital, small flashbacks of the borderlands cycling through his mind when he sees your lit up face- the same one he searched so desperately for in the crowds before the games. he doesn’t mention his memories, but he does follow through with his feelings he felt since he first saw you formulate and plan your next moves before the first game together even started.
simon who, quickly after you both recover, goes ballistic on your poor pussy by licking, sucking, and fucking her daily and nightly and in between. whenever he grunts about “makin up f’lost time,” you don’t know exactly what he’s talking about…but it gives you goosebumps. you eventually realize what he was referring to- the borderlands- after your memory regained by playing a card game on an innocent night out with your friends.
simon who comforts you immediately when you come home to him with tears flooding your face and chest, closing off the night by petting you to sleep after filling you up balls deep with his cock. “i know you remember, lovie. remember how strong nd brave you ‘ad to be? no more of tha. i’ve got you from here on out.” when he reached between your thighs to give your sweet clit some stimulation.
the borderlands definitely gave you permanent damage on all sides, but you had simon, and he’s been through it too. sure, you’re not supposed to date people that you trauma bonded with. it wasn’t like that, simon fell for you before he even saw your physical determination. he saw your character in your face. those narrowed eyes as the wheels in your head turned. from that point, he knew. he knows his bothers above (though he claims to not be religious) are proud of him. good ol’ riley, living like a human for once.
