a collection of riley’s. simon riley.
pairing: simon riley x reader
summary: reader asks simon who his gf is
contains: may be some she/her pronouns. reader being a menace
bug speaks: idk i thought this would be funny
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thirtynine.
the couch is softer than simon expected. that’s the first thing he notices. the second is that he suddenly has absolutely no idea what to do with his hands.
he sits stiffly at one end of the couch while riley riley settles comfortably against his boots on the floor, already entirely at home in your house. warm lighting spills softly across the living room while the television glows blue from the dvd menu screen.
you move around the room with easy familiarity, completely comfortable while simon feels bizarrely aware of everything.
your own riley wanders over wearing his cone with deep personal offence radiating from every inch of him. he stops directly in front of simon and just… stares.
pouting.
simon stares back. “…you look ridiculous.”
riley boy sighs dramatically through the cone.
“you leave him alone,” you call from beside the television. “when we had the peanut butter incident… they shaved a little patch for scans and he keeps obsessively licking it so they coned my poor boy.” you explain as you make sure all the cords are in the correct places.
simon looks up automatically at the sound of your voice. which is unfortunate timing really. because now you’re bent slightly forward and simon suddenly has to become very interested in literally anything else in the room so to not stare at your ass. he might be a cutie patootie but he is still just a man.
his phone buzzes. simon grabs it immediately.
one message from mactavish flashes across the screen.
how’s your girlfriend doing? x
simon physically closes his eyes for one second.
“…everything alright?” you ask while standing again, brushing your hands lightly against your legs before turning toward him.
simon looks up slowly. “…yeah.”
you narrow your eyes slightly. “you made that face.”
“what face?”
“the one where you’re annoyed.”
simon snorts quietly despite himself.
you settle onto the couch beside him then, closer this time, one leg tucked beneath yourself while riley boy carefully flops onto the rug nearby with another miserable cone sigh.
“who’s your girlfriend?” you ask casually.
simon freezes.
you blink at him. “…simon?” you tilt your head in mock confusion. it takes all your strength not to smile.
he stares at his phone for another second like it personally betrayed him before finally dragging a hand down his face slowly.“well,” he mutters awkwardly, not quite looking at you yet. “thought it was you.”
silence.
simon immediately feels heat crawl up the back of his neck. “…right,” he says quickly, already grimacing slightly. “that probably sounds mental.”
“when did you ask me?” you ask.
simon pauses. “…i didn’t.”
your mouth twitches slightly.
he exhales through his nose and shakes his head once, embarrassed now in a way that feels genuinely unfair considering he’s survived active combat with less stress than this conversation. “…sorry,” he mutters. “shouldn’t have assumed.”
“well,” you say softly, shifting slightly closer beneath the blanket. “would you like to be my boyfriend?”
simon blinks at you. “what?”
“i wouldn’t want to make you a liar.” you smile brightly.
a laugh escapes him suddenly. “…right,” he says immediately. “yeah, i’d like that a lot.”
you pick up the remote and press play.
