Pls Write Simon Henriksson Headcanons Im Gnawing At The Walls Of My Enclosure

pls write Simon henriksson headcanons I’m gnawing at the walls of my enclosure 👩‍🦲

WARNINGS; SUBSTANCE ABUSE (SMOKING/DRUGS) MENTIONS OF MENTAL ILLNESS (DEPRESSION/ANXIETY) MENTIONS OF INTERNALIZED MISOGYNY, UNHEALTHY COPING MECHANISMS (SELF-HARM)

AUTHOR'S NOTE; FIRST CRY OF FEAR REQUEST LET'S FUCKING GOOOO !1!1!1!1!1!!1!! kind of short, still new to the fandom so my headcanons of the characters might change overtime.

-it was confirmed that Simon is a fan of heavy metal and DSBM :3 personally I am not an avid listener of this genre, I think it's pretty cool. I'd like to headcanon specific bands that I think are suiting for Simon but I barely know anything so I don't really have a say on this.

-probably has some sort of internalized misogyny. he grew up all alone, his mother being quite overprotective didn't help with that at all and seeing no mentions of his father in the game makes me think his parents were divorced quite early in Simon's life. being exposed to such settings at a young age might have messed with his perception of love and healthy romantic relationships. despite that, he doesn't care much about gender norms now that he's older. left that mindset long ago.

-picked up on his coping mechanisms in his early teens. he was a bit scared at first of trying something like self-harm, it took him him a lot of time and internal conflict but then decided to just fuck it, he had nothing to lose. felt guilty at first, dropped it for a bit and then picked up on it again. he knows it isn't a healthy way to deal and cope with his negative thoughts but he couldn't care less at that point.

-isn't unfamiliar with drugs but not that crazy about it. not as much as cigarettes, although he does it occasionally, he could still smoke like a pack in one sitting if the situation really called for it. usually just sticks to 2-3 cigs, thinks it's a good enough amount.

^ can you tell I have no idea what I'm talking about.

-you'll never get that crusty ass grey hoodie of his off of him. it's like a cartoon where the character's never change outfit throughout the entire show. besides the fact that it's a literal video game, even in his daily life he almost never switches things up. not necessarily dirty, just worn out and stained with stuff that doesn't want to come off no matter how many times he washes it.

-has a mini fridge full of energy drinks in his room. and by full I mean like two cans because the rest have been consumed and thrown somewhere onto the ground.

-cannot save money for the life of him. as soon as he gets his hands on some cash, it's immediately spent on either a pack of cigarettes or some useless shit. he doesn't even remember what he spends it on, it's just gone.

-hadn't picked up his camera in quite a while, he's slowly loosing grip on his interests. not necessarily because he is starting to dislike them, just doesn't have the motivation.

-but it's usually full of recordings of him on the train, lonely streets of Stockholm or some stray cat that has grown a liking to Simon for some odd reason.

-one time Sophie took his camera without telling him and recorded a small video of herself, just doing something simple like a peace sign or showing off a little doodle she drew in her notebook. despite trying his best to move on, he watches that video from time to time.

not happy with how dry the simon henriksson x reader tag is on tumblr and AO3... literally read all of the content there and I'm still not satisfied so I decided to take matters into my own hand. CRY OF FEAR FANS SEND IN REQUESTS!!!

Um...guys, if I link a pinterest board full of the fic OC's overall vibe and aesthetic would you take a look or should I just leave the characters up to interpretation?

GAMING WITH BEN;

(♡) Authors note; some BEN hcs for you guys :) I haven't written in a bit and my motivation to do so isn't really there so I forced myself to upload something.

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-you can tell by the way I write BEN is... he's an asshole. Sure, you're his partner, he loves you and all but he would NOT let you win any of the games you two play together.

-since your hermit of a boyfriend is a 'game fanatic' you decided it'd be a little nice to spend time together doing something he loves and enjoys. Nothing could go wrong with that, right?

-loud incorrect buzzer.

-he is the embodiment of a sore loser.

-at first he starts off normally, clearly beating your ass if you aren't used to playing video games as often as he does. For him, it took zero effort to win against you.

-but if you were quite an expert gaming wise and he senses that you have a pretty good chance of winning... he's bringing out the hacking.

-he'll do anything but accept defeat; lagging the program, kicking you out mid game, glitching you out of the server... anything.

-if you ever do survive that he'll just cover your device with his grimy hands. Or just put his foot on your face.

-... he's disgusting.

-and if you somehow win (which is pretty unlikely considering the dedication he puts just so you wouldn't) his ego would be BRUISED.

-he'd sulk and pout. Claiming that he 'let you win'.

-alright, whatever you say BEN.

-only way to get the loser from ignoring you for the rest of the week is to give him a kiss on his cheek.

-preferably a blowjo—

to everybody who sent a request whether it's a cry of fear or a creepypasta one it will be written!! I'm very grateful to have this many asks in my inbox but I'm naturally a pretty slow writer so please be patient with me :') I'll also be remaking my pinned post to make it look better and further elaborate on the rules <3

HOLD ME CLOSER;

(♡) Authors note; I know y'all agreed on fluff yet I found a way to make it sad 🚶‍♀️ NOTHING TOO SEVERE DON'T WORRY!! EJ IS LOVED AND CARED FOR!! I'm not very proud of this tbh but I really wanted to publish it so... :3c fuck writer block

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Perhaps the wait was worth it— months and months of being patient, holding yourself back for the sake of Jack's comfort and boundaries that he had set from the beginning of your relationship. He finally decided to let go and embrace your touch and affection.

You sat at the edge of the bathtub, only your legs contacted the soapy water. Although the temperature was a tad bit warmer than you'd usually go for, you decided to turn it up for the cold demon. letting his inhumane body steal the warmth of the water. Your legs burned, but you didn't complain, not if Jack was holding onto them like this, his arms curled around your bottom half almost desperately, head nuzzled into your abdomen.

You knew he'd open up eventually, but you didn't expect it to abruptly happen like this. and not to this extent— he was completely stripped away from his well familiar attire and quite shockingly his mask, somewhere discarded on the cold bathroom floor. His damp hair wetting your shirt. or in other words, his shirt— worn down black tee that he handed you one day. It was like a sacred item to you.

Placing a gentle hand on his cheek, or whatever you could contact of it. You were slowly catching on. Jack was overthinking, again. You couldn't blame him though. Living your life normally, trying to pursue your dream career that you worked hard for just for everything to fall apart in the hands of a cult. Even worse, the woman you called your lover ended up being part of them. a great betrayal. It sent chills down your spine just thinking about it. Poor boy, he didn't deserve what happened to him.

The moment jack told you about the incident was engraved into your brain. It wasn't even intentional, he just dumped the information on you when he was overwhelmed. From there on you never brought it up again in respect for him. You knew if you tried to talk about it it'd only make things worse, Jack was never the one to open up about his burdens even if he trusted you. The most you could for him was take his mind off of it. Distract him from his thoughts. Make him feel loved. Let him know that all of it was in the past. That he's safe with you.

Slowly, your fingers began to caress his rough skin. You could feel the way he shuttered with every light touch. He wasn't used to such treatment. In his mind, he wasn't deserving of it— a man-eating monstrosity like him shouldn't be cared for, shouldn't be looked at even. Despite that, he still chased your hand whenever he sensed that you'll pull it away. He still yearned for the love you gave. He didn't understand why you stayed, why you even decided that the demon was worthy of your attention but deep down he knew he wanted it. needed it.

"... I can't remember the last time I did this with someone." He raised his head.

It was quite unsettling to stare into empty sockets. the tar oozing endlessly against his skin, dripping onto your hands and into the water. You didn't know what to say, anything that came to mind would've scared him off. You didn't want that; for the progress you finally made to just disappear into thin air.

Only to be proven wrong once the demon decided to rest in the crook of your neck. His arms wrapping around your waist tightly.

"can we ... stay like this for a little longer?"