The_Oats

Just a girl trying to contribute to some fandoms! Masterlist AO3

[theoats99]

Smut & Fluff prompts.

Hello all! I loved doing the SFW Simon list I posted, and am currently working on an NSFW list for him too. That's almost done but I want to interact with my followers more, it makes my day when people like and leave comments on my post. So here are some prompts I found that I think would work for Simon. Under the cut I'll have ten SFW and NSFW prompts. Ask away!

NSFW

1 - "You look just about good enough to eat."

2 - "Is it good when I touch you here? Or maybe here?"

3 - "Stay still, don't move you hips."

4 - "I'm going to fucking ruin you."

5 - "Enough, please, I can't take it anymore!"

6 - "Won't you help me? Please?"

7 - "No ones ever touched me like this."

8 - "You like that much, hm?"

9 - "We have to make this quick."

10 - "I had this dream."

SFW

1 - "You need to get out of your comfort zone."

"I've never once been comfy in my life."

2 - "It's just not the same without you."

3 - "I feel like I can trust you."

"Whoa... nobody's ever told me that before. Literally no one."

4 - "My whole life has been a mistake I'll spend the rest making up for."

5 - "Do you know you're pretty?"

6 - "You know I love you, don't you?"

7 - "You are everything to me."

8 - "You smell good."

9 - "Is that my sweater?"

10 - "Can you hold this for me?"

[theoats99]

My husband leaving me this on our whiteboard before he went to work ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

[theoats99]

Word Count - 682

“Did you always want to be a teacher?” The question itself should be easy, but the answer never is. Ask any teacher you know and eighty percent will say no, the other twenty are like unicorns.

So when Ryland asks you that you have to decide who you wanna be, a liar or honest.

“No” It comes out cautious, scared, like you're worried he’ll hate you for it. But his face is still as soft as it was before the word came out.

This is the thing about dating that sucks, you're both here in this diner, third date in, asking each other questions that could break this spell. And why did he have to sucker punch you with one of the hardest questions for a teacher? He’d started soft, asking about your favorite color, food, ice cream flavor, animal, then he hits you with this. 

God really could be cruel.

“What about you? I mean I know you have your doctorate, though I have no clue what in, there are whispers around the school, but honestly I hate gossip.” You're rambling, mostly because you didn’t want it to sound mean, or combative. Ryland was mysterious to you, the fun and attractive science teacher who you knew so little about.

Thankfully he chuckles at it.

“I have my doctorate in molecular biology.” It sounds really impressive, but the way it spills out of him, loose and quick, makes it seem like some participation prize. “And that was a long time ago, I’m more than happy to have gotten to where I am right now.” His voice is soft when he stops, and the way he’s looking at you has your stomach in knots.

“I wanted to be a writer, growing up reading was a solace for me, helped me escape. But that’s always easier said than done, then before I knew it I was a TA in college and I loved teaching others and the rest is history.” He’s got this shit eating grin on his face, like the look the kids get when they're trying so hard not to laugh. “I mean what about you, you got a doctorate, did you ever work with it?”

He looks pensive, and you can’t help but wonder if he’s thinking the same thing you were earlier. You can see the debate in his eyes, the pure panic as they dart around the diner behind his glasses.

“Hey, cmon you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” Your reassurance seems to do little to help him, he brings his glasses down letting them hang off one ear, rakes a hand over his face, then leans into the cheap cracking leather of the booth seat behind him.

“I got fired.” He chokes the words out, you can’t help the face you make, eyes going wide, jaw dropping, you fix yourself after a second, to not gawk at his still sore wound any longer. 

So the rumors around school had been true then.

“I mean it’s no biggie, Ryland.” You're trying to play it off, but his face screams that it’s just not working as he purses his lips. “I got fired from my first job, I guess I wasn’t cut out for fast food ya know?” You laugh, and while he does let a dry laugh out it’s nothing like his usual. His usual laugh, the kind that fills your whole body with warmth, like the way the sun feels after a rainy day.

“I was fired for calling my boss a waste of carbon. While in Denmark, for a convention.” He says it so quietly it’s almost a whisper. But the moment it touches your ears you can’t help the loud, damn near screeching laughter that erupts from you. You bring a hand to your mouth, though it does very little to muffle the laughter coming from you still.

He flinches at first, looks shocked, then relaxed, before he joins you. The whole diner is staring at the two of you like you're freaks, but neither of you could find it to care.

[spyfalls]

his girly scream is everything

[theoats99]

The Great Pun War

Ryland Grace x Fem!Teacher!Reader

Note: This is pure fluff, this legitimately had me kicking my feet writing it. This can read as a standalone, but I did a little meet cute drabble that ties into this, literally just one brief mention of what happened in that in this fic.

Summary - You don't really know Dr. Grace, aside from one chaotic meeting at the science fair, but he seems to keep showing up around you, starting a 'pun' war with you.

Word Count - 1,531

Warnings - NONE

It really had started gradually, after bumping into each other (literally) at the science fair. He started just appearing around you, in the staff room, at assemblies, when the day was wrapping up. 

The first time it happens is in the staff room, you're pouring yourself some coffee when you hear someone clear your throat. At first you're worried you’d taken too long, that maybe you’d lingered in front of the pot while someone dearly needed a good cup of joe. You're readying yourself to apologize when you hear his voice.

“What did the asteroid say when the reporter asked them a question?” You spin around, face to face with Dr. Grace. Who looks deathly serious, peering over his glasses at you. You search your brain, trying to think of anything to say that doesn’t make you sound absolutely braindead. 

“Uhh.” Brilliant. Now he thinks you're stupid!

“No comet.” He says, face still straight.

The moment the joke registers you just can’t help but laugh, it earns you some rather annoyed looks from a few of the other teachers that are lingering in the staff room, but Grace lights up, chasing away any other worries you have.

“That was horrible.” You tell him, still laughing though. He just shrugs at you, a dorky smile adorning his face, glasses now covering his eyes entirely.

“I know.” He states, moving forward to get himself some coffee. “But you looked like you needed a good joke with your coffee.”

His comment makes you feel braindead, and as much as you want to blame the heat crawling up your spine on the laughter, you really can’t. 

“Okay, I got one for you too then. If you want, of course.” He nods, messy blonde locks bobbing. 

“Only if it's as bad as mine.” He retorts back.

“Why did the English teacher go to the eye doctor?” He looks at you, blinking a few times, pursing his lips, brows furrowing in maybe too deep of concentration, then shrugs loosely. 

“She couldn’t control her pupils.” You deliver the joke, and in seconds he’s laughing, you join in, and it’s beautiful.

“Guys!” You both snap to the sound, just to see a very annoyed history teacher. “It’s way too early for this much noise!” The older woman snaps, her message is clear, and suddenly you feel like a student again being scolded for having fun during a lesson.

You both sheepishly exit the staff room, like kicked puppies whimpering away. 

“Not that it’s a competition, but mine was worse than yours.” He backs away from you, a confident, smug look on his face. Again he brings up that word, competition.  

“It sounds like you're making it a competition, Dr. Grace.” You jab back, he shrugs at you.

“It could be.” He says, eyes searching over you. “If you want at least.” Now it’s your turn to purse your lips, pretending to think on the proposition.

“Okay, let's see who has the worst puns.” He sticks his hand out at your words, like it’s a business deal you're entering, you nonetheless shake his hand. 

“What does the winner get?” He asks, giving you a crooked smile. 

“I guess that is to be determined.” He nods at you before walking away, leaving you in the hall with your heart hammering away in your chest.

The second time is two days later at an assembly, there was a peer pressure guest speaker there, teaching the kids the lesson of saying no. To say the least it was boring.

You're thinking about your lesson plans for the next week when he shimmies up next to you, so deep in your own head to register him approaching.

“Who was the smartest pig?” You can’t help the jump you give when he whispers it into your ear. Turning your head to him with your hand over your chest, willing your poor heart to calm down, he doesn’t look apologetic. He looks pleased with himself, smiling at you. You almost want to hit him, scold him for scaring you, but you can’t even get any words out with how close he is to you.

“What?” You sharply whisper at him, still registering the words, making sure none of the other teachers are eyeing the two of you.

“Ein Swine.” When it registers you can’t help the sigh that leaves your lips, and against your still rapid heart, a smile forces its way onto your face. Laughing dryly at the pun, you poke his chest before turning back to facing the guest speaker, shaking your head at him. 

“That was cruel.” You tell him, still holding back laughter, eyeing him from the corner of your eye. He just nods at you, facing the speaker as well, hands clasped in front of himself as he bobs. 

When the assembly is done and the students are all free, amongst the commotion you lean into him.

“Why did the boy eat his homework?” He looks down at you, head cocked to the side.

“Because the teacher said it was a piece of cake.” You whisper, before ushering away with the flow of students, you do faintly hear his laughter as you walk away.

When the pun war ends it’s Friday, you're in your class finishing some grading, the day is over and the students are by this point long gone. You hear a knock at the open door, turning your head. It's Grace, leaning against the door frame, yellow jacket on, helmet in hand.

“Dr. Grace.” You say, fondness dripping off your voice, not that you’d meant it to. “You're still here? I thought I was the only one left.” He shakes his head, coming into the room and up to your desk.

“Nope you're not. I, uh, wanted to finish some stuff in my room, we have a really cool experiment set up for Monday that I wanted to prepare.” You nod, pen still in hand, smiling at him. “I was just leaving and saw the door open.” He rambles out.

Your room was not by the main entrance, hell, it wasn’t by any exit. He came here on purpose, the realization makes your stomach feel light.

“I wanted to do some grading here, I feel like when I take it home I am much less productive.” He hums, nodding his head.

“What makes you less productive?” His questions, making you cock your head at him. “I mean just like, if you find out what makes you less productive then you can change it, unless it’s like a person because you really can’t change someone being around you, or you can, but that sounds really harsh.” He sounds nervous, a tilt to his voice as he looks anywhere but your face.

It almost sounds like he’s asking you if there is someone at home. 

“Nope, no one at home, just three perpetually hungry cats.” You tell him, and he immediately seems less tense, his shoulders relax, his face lightens, and he smiles down at you. He adjusts his glasses, clearing his throat.

Then there's silence, it’s brief, maybe a minute max.

“Are you made of copper?” He blurts out, his face dusting pink. You just laugh, not knowing where this joke will go.

“Uh, no I don’t think so.” You laugh, he looks at you and opens his mouth, then closes it, then opens it again. He fidgets for a moment before finally spitting it out.

“Because I Cu in a relationship with me.” You feel your heart beating against your poor delicate ribs, the painful hot flush that rushes through your whole body, your brain is firing so fast at the statement, or maybe question, you sit there opening and closing your mouth like a fish out of water.

“Only if you want of course, I just think you're really funny, and the kids all love you, I mean everyone really does, all the teachers think you're swell too, but so do I.” He stops to take a breath “But I also think you're really pretty, and your laugh is amazing, and your eyes are awesome, which doesn’t really sound romantic, not that I’m trying to be! I’m going to shut up now I think.” He stops, clamping his mouth shut, staring down at you terrified.

“Ryland.” You say, and the name feels weird leaving your lips, unnatural. 

“Yeah?” He sounds as terrified as he looks.

“You’re like coffee.” He looks confused, going to say something but you interject. “You pick me up when I’m feeling brew.”

He immediately laughs, squatting down next to your desk.

“That was bad.” He says after a few minutes of laughter from both of you. “I think you win.” He says, voice dripping with someone you’ve never heard from him. 

“Whats my prize then?” You tease. 

“Whatever you want.” He says it plainly, like the words don’t just set your blood on fire, he says like he would give you his everything over this pun war. 

“A date with you.” He pretends to think about it, before nodding. 

“Deal.” He sticks his hand out, you can’t help but laugh as you shake his hand, more than happy that you won the war.

[theoats99]

Ryland Grace was always unashamed, he never shies away in the classroom, and all the students adored him for it. Even though you’d never met the man, science and English being in different parts of the building, you’d always heard about him. Heard from the students how much fun he always was, heard from the younger teachers fawning about him, whispering to each other about how cute, dreamy, and handsome he was. 

There's a picture in your head, a heart throb of a man, one who was tall, blonde, sparkling blue eyes. Every feature they crooned about, and while your curiosity was certainly piqued you couldn’t just go and find the man, objectify him even more than the others did, it seemed wrong.

Until you two do end up colliding with each other at the science fair, literally colliding. You're rushing off to a student that has called for you when suddenly a force is against you and you're on the ground.

“Oh my gosh!! I’m so sorry!” The voice is at least apologetic, it helps soften the embarrassment. When your eyes flutter open your met with a pair of striking baby blues, damn near sparkling in the bright gymnasium lights. “Are you okay?!” He sounds panicked now, and blinking away your train of thought, you finally start to sit.

“I’m fine, maybe a little winded, but fine all together.” He crouches next to you, deep frown, eyebrows furrowed, eyes panicked and wide.

“I really am sorry, I had to rush to my class and didn’t look around enough, one of my students needs something they left, and I’m sorry, I should have looked more!” He’s rambling, on his knees next to you, wearing a punny science shirt, it’s more than anything endearing.

“Hey, come on! I’m fine really, I promise.” You then go to stand, his hands find your forearm to help, which really wasn’t needed, but still sends a shiver through your body, and leaves you cold when you're standing solidly and his grasp leaves.

“I don’t think we’ve met, I’m Dr Grace.” The room around you two is completely unbothered by your fall, the students and teacher continuing on with the busy event, the student who had called for you is being helped by another teacher, but for you it feels like time has stopped.

This is Ryland Grace?

The picture in your head was different from the man next to you. They always made him seem strong and sure, the man in front of you is cute, dorky, maybe a little flighty. By no means the heart throb the younger staff has crooned about. He guides you away from the crowd, hand barely on you as he maneuvers through the bodies.

Either way you tell him your name, and by god his face lights up like a christmas tree, and then you get it. You get what the girls talked about, because the moment his wide smile spreads open, setting the dimples in his cheeks, you can’t help but feel like a school girl again.

“You're the new eighth grade English teacher? I’ve been hearing awesome things about you, the students love you!” You can feel the blush burning away at your cheeks, the praise burning hot and embarrassingly.

“I don’t know about that, I’ve only been here a few months, they don’t even know me, I mean I’m hardly that cool, but books can be boring to kids, so I try my best to keep things fun!” It’s embarrassing the way you ramble on, worsening the heat in your cheeks. The two of you are in the hallway now, and he’s still smiling at you, just with much less teeth now.

“Well I think for the kids to tell me I need to step up my game that's not true, I’m the cool teacher that makes things fun and exciting, you're giving me a run for my money!” It’s a joke, obviously, but it still brings a flutter in your chest. The kids tell him that?

“Didn’t think it was a competition.” He laughs at the remark, a fond look on his face that makes your mind buffer for a moment.

“It isn’t! It was nice meeting you, but I really do need to get my student something.” He’s backing away now, moving like he’s getting ready to run to his room, like he hadn’t just learned his lesson by literally slamming into you. 

“Of course! I’ll see you around!” You wave your hands at him, he just gives you a thumbs up before he books it away.

You just watch him run, hearing his old shoes squeak against the shiny polished floors, snickering at the man. 

[fevermuffin]

Gimme, that writing of yours

[allthingswhumpyandangsty]

I will write the fic I want to read

[labsgenius]

Simon Kelleher they could never make me hate you (your face)

[thesadtadpole]

Me when the obviously doomed character doesn't get a happy ending

[dunmertitty]

[skeletomez]

[theoats99]

Coming out of hibernation to drop this masterpiece

[aye-write]

It’s good for the soul okay

[noah-wyles]

happy 16th birthday @ao3org @transformativeworks

[hetchdrive]

Sometimes you’ve just got to think of your favorite character getting fucked against a wall to get through the work day.

[crownedinmarigolds]

All of us imagining the filithiest scenarios while mindlessly working.

[theoats99]

Simon X Weirdo!Reader

Note: This is technically an xreader, its how I envisioned it really. It just derailed into something else, and honestly I love it. This is arguable some of my best writing, maybe more so on the smut side lol. It's a continuing of the first weirdo one I posted some time ago. I hope everyone enjoys it, but I also completely understand if the way this is written out isn't your vibe.

Part one

Masterlist

Word count:2,672

Life has felt hectic since January with Simon in it, in a good way of course. It just felt right, like being alone all this time was leading up to this, and the crush that I thought had been snuffed out by time had again rekindled. Since January we’d been nearly inseparable, and my suspensions of Simon being lonely seem to be true, it didn’t matter where I was or what I was doing, we were always around each other in and out of school. He hated that I had work, and that I worked as much as I could, but with it being just me and mom with my older brother we needed as much money as we could get.

But even then he’d be at the local grocery store I worked at, following me as I worked on my stocking shifts, and thankfully my boss didn’t care. 

“As long as it doesn’t interfere with your work, and the quality of it, I don’t care if your boyfriend hangs around. If anything he makes your customer service better.” A flush had settled over me, muttering something to him about Simon not being my boyfriend, but he just smiled at me. 

Over time I got him to read some of my book collection, he hated the Virgin Suicides, and had a love hate relationship with The Perks of Being a Wallflower, but he loved the Ring book telling me he could never watch the movie again, that it would never live up to the book. And in turn I learned things he enjoyed, he taught me basic coding and modding, something I’m not too fond of but it got me time with him so I take the lessons gratefully. 

Spring break is in two weeks, and while I’m thankful for it, mostly so I can work more hours, Simon is dreading it.

“I just don’t see why we even have to have a week off, I’d rather keep coming to school, maybe even finish up quicker.” He complains as he stabs his food, I can’t help but chuckle at him.

“I don’t know the time is nice, getting to sleep in, and getting to work more means I get more money.” He nods at me, money is something Simon never had to worry about. We often had late night video calls on the weekends where we just talked. I had spilled to him all about my parents ugly divorce, and how it affected our income, and he admitted his family had never once hurt for money. He said he felt like they had too much, that they spent it in frivolous ways. 

“I’m just saying spring break is cool when you're a kid, because you're going on vacation.” He tries, but I raise a brow at him.

“Simon, people still go on vacations with teens, just because your parents aren't going on trips anymore doesn’t mean others don’t as well.” He just rolls his eyes at me, stabbing more of the leftover chicken I brought for us. 

At study hall he nudges me, he’s close to me again, making my poor heart flutter.

“Maybe we could go somewhere for spring break, like you said, like a trip out of town.” My heart is thumping in my chest, the idea of being around Simon for that long seems like a dream, my twelve year old self would be jumping with joy if she were here. But now we're eighteen and the reality is that it isn’t plausible. 

“Simon.” I start, and I shock myself just how much I sound like my mother before she scolds me. “I don’t know, I mean I don’t think our parents would be okay with it, and on top of that where would we even go? And on top of all of that I really need the hours at work, I need to keep saving for school.” I finish my rant, but Simon is just smiling at me, unbothered by my logic. 

“Okay, so firstly I’ll talk to my parents tonight, I think they’ll be fine with it and really they barely even notice when I’m gone hanging with you so I don’t think they’d notice me gone for a few days. And I can go with you to talk to your mom, she’d probably be glad that you're getting out of the house having fun. Secondly, my parents have a summer cabin a few hours north, it sits there collecting dust so we could go there and I could show you the area. Thirdly, if you're so worried about losing the money I could literally give you some.” My head is spinning by the time he’s done, he seems so sure, so steadfast. It’s his last comment that gets me though.

“Simon, you are not going to pay me to hang out with you.” I nearly snap, but again he isn’t bothered as he looks down at me.

“You're right, I couldn’t pay you enough.” My breath hitches as his words register, his voice almost tender, his eyes nearly the same, I cover myself by scoffing at him, muttering about him being too cocky.

A few hours later while I’m at work pulling empty boxes off the shelf Simon storms in, looking almost erratic when he comes up to me. “Jeez, what happened to you?” I ask, laughing at him. 

“My mom said yes, she agreed to let us go to the cabin and gave me the keys, I literally just got done talking to them about it and came straight here.” He smiles, it’s a smile I don’t get to see that often, the kind that reaches his eyes, showing some teeth. 

“That’s great, we just have to talk to my mom and then I need to tell my boss. But what days would it be?” My boss would definitely give me the time off, out of all of his highschoolers I’m the one that works the most, always picking up shifts and covering when I can. 

“We could leave that Friday after school and stay for as long as you want.” It’s becoming a reality now, and with the possibility of being with Simon all alone for nearly a week on the table I’m equally as excited. 

“Yeah, that sounds great, I’ll just ask for the whole week off.” I smile at him, and for a moment I think I catch him glance towards my lips, before quickly looking away from me all together. 

“You should, um okay well I’ll be back in a few to pick you up and then we can ask your mom.” Then he’s off, with no other words he disappears.

Like I had figured my boss is more than okay with it, putting it onto the schedule right away. And true to his word, Simon is outside waiting for me when my shift is done, when we get to my place he practically bounces out of the car to get inside. 

“Simon.” My mother’s voice is flat, disapproving as she says his name. “As nice as it is to see you, you know you can’t come over on school nights this late.” She scolds, but he holds his hands up.

“I know, I won’t be here for long. I promise, we both just wanted to ask you something.” He looks over at me, I can feel my heart beating against my chest as I open my mouth. 

“Me and Simon would like to take a trip for spring break, his family has a cabin a few hours north and we would like to go there for a break.” My mother looks shocked, but then a worried look spreads over her face.

“I don’t know, is his family going with.” Me and Simon look at each other, and for a moment I consider lying to her. 

“No, it would just be us. My mother told me she’d give me one of her cards too, so we won’t need to worry about any money at all.” Simon tells her, her brows furrow. She stays there for a minute, which feels like hours, before she closes her eyes and sighs. 

“Yes, you can go. Mostly because I really can’t stop you, you're both of age.”The moment the door closes behind Simon she’s standing there looking at me, brows raised.

“As happy as I am that you have a friend in him, you need to understand my worry. You will be alone with him for nearly a whole week, and you expect me to believe that nothing will happen.” She starts, I do understand what she’s saying, if I were in her shoes I’d worry all the same.

“I never said something wouldn’t happen.” I try, but the look she gives me makes me regret it. 

“Don’t be smart with me. You have been working so hard, both in school and in work, all I’m saying is be careful, I’m going to buy you condoms, and I will be checking your bag before you leave to make sure you have them.” I feel embarrassed under her gaze. 

“Okay, I promise, but mom nothing is going to happen, Simon doesn’t see me that way.” She doesn’t look so sure. 

“Honey, you don’t see the way he looks at you.” She tells me as she turns to go to her room, I hear the door shut but I still can’t move. Her words played in my head over and over again.

Everyday that goes by Simon is more excited, probably the happiest I’ve ever seen him. By the time school lets out on Friday he’s sprinting to his car, giving me grief for my walking pace. 

“Don’t we have to stop at your place?” I ask as he turns in the direction of my place, he shakes his head.

“I put everything in my trunk this morning, so we just have to get your stuff then we're on the road.” He smiles, and I match it smiling back at him, pure excitement running through my veins. 

Simon waits in the car as I run inside, grabbing my made bag and a few extra things to stuff into my backpack. I’m racing out to him after my mother double checks my bag for the condoms she bought me. 

“Ready?” Simon smiles, I nod back and then we’re on the road. The trip is mostly silent, mostly because I’m seeing parts of California I’ve never seen before, my family never took trips, always too broke to afford those extra luxuries. I tell Simon as much on the way there, he hums, eyes still glued to the highway, hands gripping the wheel. Hands that I watch for a minute, flexing over the wheel, rings pressed against his knuckles, one of them moves and it knocks me out of my shameful day dream, I turn my head to the window again as I try to ease the bubbling in my stomach. 

When we arrived I give Simon a look, his parents cabin was hardly that. It was a beautiful one story home, shrouded by a beautiful scenery of trees and flowers alike, it even had a paved driveway. 

“You know if you think this is a cabin, then a real cabin would probably look like a shed to you.” I tell him, he just laughs and stretches, my eyes catch on his stomach when his shirt rides. I move to the trunk to get my bags, anything to distract myself from him. I follow him, bags in tow, as he unlocks the door, the inside is just as nice. Fully furnished, large mounted tv, completely open until we reach the hallway, where I see three doors.

“This end door in the spare bathroom, a washer and dryer there too.” He opens it, and it’s just as lavish as the rest of the cabin is. “This side door is the smaller bedroom.” He opens and shows me a medium sized room, with all the necessities to make it a bedroom. “And this is the master room, a bathroom to the side there too.” I walk in and nearly gawk at it, with huge windows facing out into the undeniably beautiful wooded area. 

“Simon, this place is seriously amazing.” I tell him, looking back at him, he’s just standing in the doorway looking at me, a strange look on his face. “Simon?” It snaps him back, he moves and clears his throat. 

“Sorry, the drive must be getting to me.” He muttered and he moved to stand next to me, I moved to sit on the bed, which is probably the softest one I’ve ever been on. I fall back onto it, the casting sun shining down on me, I feel the bed dip beside me, I turn to see Simon laying next to me, his eyes closed.

“I should probably get my stuff put in the other room.” I tell him, moving to sit up but his hand springs and grabs my shoulder. 

“No, I was thinking you would be sleeping in here.” He tells me, eyes boring into my own, but I shake my head.

“Simon I appreciate the thought but this is your place and you should have the master bed.” He shakes his head back at me. 

“Nope, I don’t mind sleeping in the other room at all, you stay in here.” the way he says it makes it seem final, that there is no discussion so I accept. “But we should probably eat, and I know we don’t have anything in the cabin so would you want to go out?” He sits up with me, I nod.

We both hover over my phone as I search for nearby restaurants, both picking a few options before settling on a cafe that was still open. When we get there it’s quiet, only a few people at the counter. 

“This is a vacation spot, but mostly summer vacation so around this time of year it’s still really slow.” Simon tells me as we sit at a booth. 

“You know I would be a much happier person if my parents were rich, like this place is amazing, and you just don’t think about it.” I joke at him, he just shakes his head at me looking down at his hands. 

“My parents act like I don’t exist half the time, I know they have careers but it still sucks.” He admits. “I never really had any friends, and the ones I have managed to have always leave, and I know I did it with Janae but still.” He’s trying to joke about it, but I can still hear in his voice how sad he is. I reach my hands across the table, fingers clutching onto his. 

“Well you have me now, and you’d have to do some crazy shit to lose me, I’m like gorilla glue, can’t just wash me away.” His fingers twitch against mine, and he goes to say something when the waitress finally calls to us that she’ll be right there. He pulls his hands away from mine then, hiding them under the table.

When we get back to the house I’m not sure what to do next, this all feels so unfamiliar. I don’t get the chance to linger that much longer before Simon speaks. 

“I think I’m going to turn in, been a long day.” The clock on the stove reads close to ten thirty, it is late, but somehow my whole body still feels so jittery. I respond with a hum.

“Yeah I should try to sleep too.” We’re walking towards the hall until we both reach the doors, his expression is one I’m really all too familiar with, shocking given how much time I spend looking at his face in general. 

“Goodnight.” Is all he says as he opens the door, disappearing behind it in a heartbeat. My own is still thumping against my ribs.

I settle in the much too large, and extremely comfortable bed, thankfully sleep takes me away in minutes.

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New Simon series.

After a lot of deliberation on my end I have decided to post something I've ben keeping to myself. It's essentially a continue to the Weirdo!Reader, I started writing it ages ago once I posted the first one on here. It just started taking a life of its own, it started becoming more of an OC than a x reader perspective, so I got worried you lovely folks wouldn't like that as much as my other stuff.

But after some encouragement from the kind @kitkatfic13 I have decided to post it. Its long, and I'm going to try to post the first part of it today!