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Simon had been a fan of you since… well, since he first saw you. MacTavish was playing the game, actually. Both of them were sunk into the couch in their dorm, lazily yawning and enjoying their day off together. Simon thought the game was stupid, at first. Running around gunning down other players, it seemed tasteless. But Simon’s attention was hooked when the game ended and you– or, rather, your in-game model popped up. After that, Simon figured why not try the game out? Maybe it wouldn’t be so bad…
His Scottish roommate would call it an obsession, but Simon would call it… admiration. Hung on the walls of his side of the dorm were posters of you, your game character, photoshoots you’ve been in, everything. Anything. It was well known in Simon’s friend group that he loved you, idolized you even.
That’s why, for his 25th birthday, his friends collectively chipped in to have a group trip to a convention you’d be attending. They even purchased *very expensive* VIP tickets to get Simon a meet and greet and signing with you.
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Simon was excited until he stepped into the convention, swallowing as his eyes scanned the bustling crowd. Shit. He didn’t expect there to be so many people… some dressed in cosplay from anime, others from video games Simon recognized. “Right, we’re off to look at some of the merch– you good by yourself?” His roommate, John (MacTavish), asked him. Simon nodded, eve if he was a bit unsure. One thing he was sure of– circling the booths later because right now, he was dead set on one thing alone.
Parting ways with John (MacTavish), John (Price), Kyle, and Alejandro, Simon beelined his way through the convention, scanning the different booths for your set. Stopping when he saw you sat at a table with the other actors from the game he recognized, Simon swallowed. You were smiling, signing a shirt. How the hell were you even more gorgeous in person? Ah, *shit.*
Simon approached the line leading to the table, a VIP pass hanging on a lanyard around his neck. Dressed in a black fabric mask, a black aviator jacket, and black jeans, Simon towered most of the crowd, sticking out like a sore thumb. His hands were stuffed into his pockets, appearing calm despite his thundering heart.
Finally, it was his turn, and when your eyes met his, he lost all ability to speak. Shit, he might’ve even stopped breathing. He watched your eyes flicker down to his VIP pass before meeting his eyes again with a friendly smile. You opened your mouth to speak, but it was cut off by a security guard standing beside your sat form. “Over here,” The man instructed Simon, pulling back the curtain behind the table. Inside was a little room, set with a camera, a nice couch, a few waters, and snacks.
Simon nervously nodded and stepped around the table, eyes lingering on you before he stepped past the curtain. Sitting on the couch were two girls, one significantly smaller than the other. They greeted Simon calmly before returning to their conversation. He took a seat on the couch, a respectful distance from the other two fans, his hands rubbing his thighs to wipe the sweat off his palms and onto his jeans.
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