Motion Sickness | Simon Petrikov x Reader

Chapter 9 | Torn Together

"Why are we here again?" Simon asked as you were dragging him behind you by his wrist.

You were taking Simon shopping. You presented the idea to him during your lunch hour. He didn't seem too set on the idea, but you insisted. So here you two were.

"Because, you wear the same thing everyday. A collared shirt under a long sleeved sweater with khakis." You explained as you kept dragging him behind you like a dog.

"Because it's comfortable!" Simon plead his case.

"But it's boring. You have to mix it up every once in a while!"

You walked into a clothing shop with Simon before wandering into the men's section with him. You started grabbing a few things and shoved them into his arms, his expression looking surprised at some of the things you were handing him.

"Are you sure these sizes won't be too small? I usually wear a size or two bigger than what you're handing me..."

You paused, looking Simon up and down, "They'll fit."

Simon's eyebrows furrowed as he continued to follow you like a lost puppy, "What was that look for?!"

"You just have to trust me." You smiled as you handed him a few more items, "Now, I have them grouped by outfit. I want you to try them on and show me."

You shoved Simon into the dressing room and waited.

After a minute, Simon walked out with a pale pink blush spread across his cheeks. He had on a black turtleneck sweater with a dark trench coat to top it. He had on grey khakis that the turtleneck was tucked into, a black belt accentuating his waist. You gasped, nodding your head, "We are definitely getting that one!"

"Does it look good?" He turned to look at himself in a full length mirror, letting the coat drape off of his shoulder.

"Yes. Now try on more!" You pushed him back into the dressing room.

It was as if Simon was giving you a little nervous fashion show of your own. He came out and showed you the outfits you picked out for him. They all looked great, but not everything was his style. You hyped him up everytime he stepped out of the changing room, making him smile everytime you would gasp or make an excited sound at his appearance. Your favorite outfit that you picked out for him consisted of a dark brown sweater vest over a white button up, paired with a pair of brown corduroy pants. The peice that topped it off was the vest, though. It framed his figure nicely, and you couldn't help but love it for him.

You brought the outfits that he liked and you liked to the front, and you paid for them before he could even think of arguing with you about it. He stared in disbelief as you handed your card over to the cashier.

As you walked out of the store with a few bags in hand, he looked at you with widened eyes.

"You didn't have to pay for all of that! I could've—"

You interrupted him, "Shush. I dragged you here, so the least I could do was pay for the torture I made you participate in."

Simon rolled his eyes, shoving you playfully. That was new.

"I actually enjoyed it to an extent, thank you." He snapped at you, surprising himself with how forward he was being.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. You needed to spice up your wardrobe a bit. I especially liked the whole 70s vibe outfit we got you. The forest green one with the floral print."

"Thank you, really." He said, "You didn't have to do any of this for me."

"Oh trust me, I needed to do this for you." You smirked up at him.