Simon Henriksson x Reader

You Are My Favorite Interruption.

Darkness. God dammit. They weren't here. It was just darkness...
He looked around the place. It was completely different from this room... Why...?
"Y/n...?" He spoke up softly. Nothing echoed back to him.
He was alone again. Was he going to sit here? Or was he going to leave this comfortable place and hopefully find some answers?
Simon knew he couldn't live in an apartment with this stranger he met.. Although, he so desperately wanted to... It was the only place he felt safe, not even in his own home, his own room.
It was if all paranoia left him the moment he entered in the apartment. What if this place, this... room... was just another nightmare? Maybe Y/n's apartment was the only place that was actually real.
Maybe he could try to find a way back to reality through their place. It was an idea, with a puzzling execution.
He pulled out his phone for a light, and entered the room, where the door shut by itself on his sleeve, nearly trapping his fingers. Yelping from shock, he tried pulling his sleeve away. He heard a small rip as he managed to tear his arm away from the shut door.
Simon instantly fell to the floor, and he looked at his only escape. Immediately, he clawed onto the doorknob, still on his knees as he desperately tried opening it, harshly jiggling and pulling on the knob as a plea for it to open, grunting as he used his entire arm strength.
Still, it was locked shut. He couldn't do shit!
"God dammit!" He hoarsely cursed out.
He sat down against the door and tried his hardest not to panic, but it was hard not to do so when he was literally trapped in a dark room... His brown eyes drifted towards a light in front of him.
His phone! He must've dropped it trying to escape. Once he grasped it, he immediately looked around the room, shining the light everywhere. He kept the window in mind for his new escape route, if things were to go south. Something... someone sat in the corner, and it's face contorted into something monstrous, flaps opening to a tongue, and many rows of sharp teeth.
Simon let out a frightened whimper, and darted for the other side of the room and towards the window.
He slammed it open, and looking at what lay beneath. Simon looked over and the monster was directly behind him.
"A-Ah...!" He exclaimed and jumped back, completely accidentally falling out the window. His shoulder hit the steel sheet of a roof, and an audible crunch was made next to his ear, his body then tumbled down and onto the floor beneath him where he hit his face.
"G-ah... haah... f-fuh... fuck..." He trembled and bit his bottom lip, and tears welled up in his eyes from the pain. Only the sound of the creature from before snapped him out of his self pitying, the strange clicks and groans coming from it made him pick himself up and move on.
Quickly, he ran across the streets, forgetting immediately what he was originally there for. But he didn't care anymore.
It was only until a large truck came out of nowhere, it's lights almost blinding him, but he was stunned, eyes wide until he squeezed them shut to accept his face.
The screeching of the tires however, caught him off guard.
"Hey! Hello?!" The voice was familiar, but also sounded pissed, which made Simon step back, still keeping hold on his pained shoulder. Was he getting ready to attack? Was he getting ready for... something? We wasn't sure yet... He couldn't exactly make out the shadow from the light. "Get out of the damn road! What are you..."
The yelling stopped, as well as the figure's movements.
"Holy shit, Simon...? Hey, are you alright?" It was Y/n... They rushed over to the young man, and immediately held his arms. Like... they were actually worried for him. He yelped and pulled away from them roughly. "Fucking stop!" He growled. What... were they doing driving that truck? "Simon?" They spoke up in a softer voice.
The young man remembered Y/n was only trying to help, that's all they ever tried to do. "I... I'm sorry..." He grumbled and looked away. They didn't seem to much care about his outburst, but the blood pouring from his busted lip and his limp arm set all sorts of alarms for Y/n.
"Shit dude, what happened?" They asked him with nothing but concern in their (colored) eyes.
"I... I can't tell you now..." He told them, shaking his head. Can he even tell anyone...?
"Hop in the truck, Simon. You need help." They said, placing a hand on his back and the other one on his non injured arm, and Simon allowed for them to lead him towards the truck. They helped him climb inside, and his head rolled back, relaxing and knowing he was finally safe...
"Shit..." He whispered before looking over at the driver's area, watching as Y/n climbed into the seat next to him.
"What are you doing out here? I haven't seen you in-"
"Weeks?"
"Yeah!... What happened? Are you alright?" They asked the young man. "I can drive you to a hospital, shouldn't be too-"
"No! No, Please. I-... I don't think it's... b-broken, but it... fucking hurts..." Simon looked down at his shoulder.
"Shit... Looks bad... is it dislocated?"
"Maybe... I don't know." He grumbled as a response.
Y/n nodded.
"What are you... doing out here?" Simon asked the mysterious person, who looked around to make sure they were safe, and there weren't any more passing cars.
"I'm moving." They answered, looking back at Simon and nodding. The young man's eyes widened.
"Y... You're leaving...?!" He seemed utterly surprised, his heart dropping to his stomach with worry. If they moved away, how was he gonna escape this hell he was in?! "Is... that why your apartment looked so... abandoned?" He asked them, and Y/n only seemed to quirk a brow at him.
"Abandoned? Simon, I only left a little while ago." They smiled comfortingly at him, placing a hand on his thigh lightly. "Are you okay?"
Simon stared down at their hand, swallowing softly. He knew he wasn't, but how was he supposed to tell that to someone?
"Well... We should get you to an ER at least and-"
"I told you," He began to talk in a stern voice. "I don't fucking need a hospital."
"Simon-"
"No!"
"Simon!" Y/n looked at the young man with a frustrated expression. "Do you expect your arm to just magically get better?!"
He pouted angrily at them and stared into their eyes, almost as if he had just been dared to do something. He grabs his shoulder and immediately pops it back into place, causing Y/n's eyes to widen, and reach out for him.
"Jesus shit dude! Stop!" They cringed at the sound, and couldn't help but feel worry towards his pained whimper.
"I... still don't need a... a hospital..."
"Alright! Alright! That's fine! Just don't do anything else, okay? I'll drop you off at my place and get you some medicine, or... something!" Y/n said before placing their hands on the wheel. They didn't expect something like... that, from... him! He must've seen it in a movie before and decided to try it. They weren't a doctor, but they knew dislocated shoulders required medical attention.
Yet, they weren't going to force Simon to go. They were however, going to remain pissed at Simon for not accepting help sooner.
They had no idea why, but it was stupid of him to leave it like that.
As Y/n continued driving, Simon snuck little glances at them, which made them look over at him only for a split second. It was better to focus on the road ahead. To make little conversation, they decided to ask him.
"What? Why are you looking at me like that?" They asked, a little bitterly. He understood why though. They were stressed, probably about moving, and seeing him like this. He shamefully looked down into his lap like a child who had just did something wrong.
"I... I just want to know something." He uttered, a little quietly. They sighed, relaxing their shoulders as they continued driving.
"Alright... What's up?" Their voice was a little bit more calmer now, making Simon more prone to speak up.
"Why do you care this much about me?"
The question had Y/n stupefied for a moment, they couldn't respond to whatever Simon had asked for a minute. That's because the question was so bizarre... They shook their head and let out a little breath.
"You don't get a lot of people at home who care for you like this, huh baby?" They asked, a little smirk on their lips.
The pet name made the poor young man blush, rubbing the back of his neck. "No... Not uh... a lot." he admitted, almost shamefully.
"Don't worry about it." They said, waving off anything said before. "You're welcome around my place whenever you need it."
Simon nodded at their words, feeling more comfortable with them by the second. He let out a soft grunt and continued staring down at his hands, placed conveniently in his lap, fidgeting with his thumbs as they continued to drive the moving truck.
They eventually arrived at Y/n's place, and Simon was able to exit the vehicle by himself this time.
Even if he was able to move by himself, he still allowed his friend to help him inside the new house.
"S-So... why did you move?" He asked them. "I've been thinking of moving for quite some time, actually. I don't know what it is, apartment landlords in Sweden are bigger assholes..." they sighed and shook their head before helping him sit down on the counter.
"I'll be back with some medicine for you, Simon. If you're hungry, I got some stuff in the fridge." They smiled at the young man and placed a hand on his lap, swiping their thumb across the fabric for a second.
It caused Simon to blush immensely, and suddenly crave for more. "Uhh, yeah, yeah..." He nodded, tilting his head down so they don't see his intensely red face.
They gave a small chuckle before pulling away from him, and turning to walk towards the door. As they did, they also spoke up.

"You stay safe, alright? Don't answer the door to anyone..."

(Hey guysss sorry for the late update. Love you alllllll for the support and if I can support any of you in any way, lmk. Don't worry, I haven't ran out of ideas for this story. I just haven't been wanting to update this story as much because reading some fanfics from other authors from this fandom is uhhhhhhh, it feels wrong, is what I'm trying to say. It feels like it's ruining the franchise for me as a whole, but I'm not going to stop writing. I'm just not gonna read the fanfics, just make my own and focus on other fandoms I like.)