#Sunnyvale Moving

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OKAY NO BUT WHAT RICH SUNNYVALE BBY IS HAVING THE HOTS FOR DALLAS AND THEIR DAD/MOM GUARDIAN OR WHATEVER IS LIKE NO HE'S TRASH. WHOMST?!!

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✦ ─── 𝓣rouble , 𝓓aniela 𝓐vanzini i know you felt something too.

─── 𝓣he annual sunnyvale vs. shadyside football game is always a disaster—violence, chaos, and spilled blood. but this year, when you laid eyes on daniela avanzini across the field, you don’t expect to fall for the woman—sunnyvale’s golden girl and the new cheer captain. she’s taken, off-limits, and from the wrong side of town. luckily, you’ve never been one to follow the rules. and hey, who were you to deny a challenge?

❝𝓯orbidden from the beginnin', i saw her there, up there. 𝓫een like that since i met her, they said i couldn't have her.❞

౨ৎ 𝓹airing. cheerleader!daniela avanzini x bandkid!f!reader ౨ৎ 𝓰enre. fluff wc. 5738 (IM SORRY I YAPPED AND ACCIDENTALLY DRAGGED IT😭😭😭) a/n. this was lowk all over the place and yes ik this isnt what frank's trouble means but lets pretend for one minute okay cause this song fits the plot sb🙏 based this off the little rivalry from fear street cs it made it easier for me to actually have sumn to base it on. ALSO MY BAD FOR YAPPING IN THIS FIC. layout inspired asf by @ninguitar bro ur layouts r bomb asf never die blud💯 WE MISS YOU FRANK COME BACK HOME PLEASE😭😭😭 also i mightve kinda lowk gotten sidetracked from the og plot like i usually do so js ignore that pls THANK YOU🙏🙏 NOT PROOFREAD BTW😿

❝𝔀ay out of my league, i never believed it. 𝓰otta get her heart, i gotta make her mine.❞

"UGH, I’M GONNA SHOOT THOSE SUNNYVALE IDIOTS." chaewon grumbled beside you, voice thick with frustration. she adjusted her cheerleader uniform, fingers tugging at the pom-pom attached to her hand with a huff, her face twisted in an annoyed frown as she glared toward the sunnyvale side.

she shifted quickly, bumping into yunjin who mirrored her expression with a roll of her eyes and a sigh. both of them, in perfect sync, looked ready to explode.

"seriously," chaewon muttered, "i can’t believe they pulled that stunt again. they don’t get it—we’re here to win." she tugged the clasp tighter, her anger palpable.

yunjin crossed her arms, jaw tight. "they think they can always get away with this. not this time." she shot a glare at the sunnyvale fans, still jeering.

you scoffed, shaking your head. their optimism stung, but it didn’t change anything. you glanced at kazuha, absently fiddling with her hat. she sighed, furrowed brow, already worn out before the game even began.

"let’s be serious," you muttered, voice sharp. "we’ll lose, like always. they cheat, we lose, and no one bats an eye." the words felt bitter, but true. it was the same story every year.

the air thickened with frustration. no matter how hard the team fought, sunnyvale would pull some underhanded move, and the town would be left with nothing but the sting of defeat. 

kazuha’s gaze flickered to the field briefly, fingers tightening on her hat. you weren’t the only one who knew how this would end. it wasn’t about whether you’d lose—it was how much damage they’d do before the game even began.

“hey, am i tripping or is that asshole alison gone?” chaewon asked, her voice laced with confusion as she scanned the crowd, squinting to spot the familiar face that usually irked her.

yunjin side-eyed chaewon, eyes narrowing as she took in the empty space where alison would usually be. “holy shit, i think you might be right,” she said, her voice almost disbelieving. “did she finally quit? or is she hiding somewhere?”

before chaewon could respond, sakura appeared beside yunjin, walking up with eunchae. she gave them both a knowing nod, her tone casual but with an edge of satisfaction. “i heard she quit a week before the game and got replaced. no one even bothered to tell us until today.”

yunjin and chaewon exchanged a relieved look, the tension in their shoulders easing. “good riddance,” yunjin mumbled under her breath, her lips curling into a small, victorious smile. chaewon chuckled, shaking her head.

"who’s her replacement though?" you asked, furrowing your brows as your eyes scanned the field, searching for any signs of the new addition. 

“oh, y’know daniela avanzini? the mayor’s daughter?” sakura replied casually, her gaze drifting across the field. “she’s replaced alison, from what i gathered from yena.”

“i still can’t believe she left us,” chaewon grumbled, her voice thick with irritation. you could tell she hadn’t quite let go of the betrayal. your eyes continued to flick across the other side of the field, trying to pick out any unfamiliar faces among the crowd.

“wait, what does she look like?” you asked, still scanning for someone who might match sakura’s description.

“the latina one with her hair dyed blonde,” sakura said, pausing as if she were searching the field herself. “you’ll spot her standing with her asshole of a boyfriend.” she added with a knowing look. “they’re the ones practically glued to each other.”

you shifted your focus, eyes narrowing as you spotted the girl standing in the middle of the group, her hair almost glowing under the stadium lights. it didn’t take long to identify her—daniela, the mayor’s daughter, standing right next to a tall guy with a smug look on his face.

from across the field, she stands there like a dream—daniela. her blonde-dyed hair shimmers in the light, catching every flicker of the lights and casting a halo around her. it’s like she doesn’t even realize how effortlessly she pulls everyone’s attention, how her presence shifts the energy of the entire place.

you can hear her laugh, light and musical, cutting through the noise of sunnyvale’s own marching band. it’s soft, almost like a secret, yet somehow it fills the space around her. she stands so casually beside him, yet there’s something so magnetic about her, like the world just seems to bend around her, to gravitate toward her without effort.

and then, your eyes meet. just for a second, but it feels like an eternity. time slows, the stadium noise fades, and all you can see is her—those eyes, full of curiosity and something else, something playful, pulling you in.

yunjin glanced at you, noticing the sudden silence that blanketed the six of you, eyes roving all over your face before her face fell, and her palm met her face. “y/n, you can’t be serious.” she knew you too well.

gaze still trained on the latina who looked away from the other side of the field, you’d only snapped back to earth when yunjin shoved you hard enough to bump into the person in front of you, a hurried, hushed apology slipping past your lips. “fuck you, she’s pretty.”

chaewon eyed the interaction before a dramatic gasp fell from her lips, clutching her pom-poms to her chest. “no, absolutely not. she’s a sunnyvale brat!”

“please,” an exasperated sigh left your lips, a smirk already curling at the corners. “it’s not her fault she was born in sunnyvale. besides, i’m pretty sure she’d swing my way if she saw how hot i am.”

an amused laugh left sakura’s lips while the other three’s expressions were the complete opposite, eunchae nodding at the back in agreement with your words. “why the dude in the sky ever gave you this much confidence, i’ll never know.” 

you gave yunjin’s shoulder a nudge, winking at her playfully. “watch carefully, jennifer. i’m gonna steal her from her boyfriend. give me a few weeks.”

and as your eyes darted back out into the field to zone in on your town’s football players trickling into the grass, you could’ve sworn the latina shot you one last look before pulling away from her boyfriend.

“camp nightwing, my fucking ass. camp nightmare, more like.”

“give it a chance, chae.” you’d mumbled, hauling your bags into your cabin, the girls following suit with their own bags in hand, dropping them on the floor promptly as chaewon practically collapsed onto the lower bunk, sprawled out on the sheets like a starfish.

"you only say that because yena told you daniela’d be here too. otherwise, you'd be just as miserable as i am.” she retorted with a huff, cheeks puffing up while yunjin nodded in agreement, walking past you to claim the top bunk and chucking her duffel bag onto the mattress.

“oh, give it a break. i need somethin’ to distract me while i’m in this dump-”

chaewon shrieks, the sound piercing and high-pitched as she sat up on the bed and ran towards the door, jumping towards yena who poked her head in through the doorway, stumbling back as she struggled to support chaewon’s weight. “dude, what the fuck.”

you groaned at the sight of the two already giggling like children, shaking your head as you started to unpack, drowning out the chatter until yunjin perked up beside you, her eyes widening. just as you were about to ask what happened, a sweet, unfamiliar voice travelled through the cabin.

“yena? sophia’s looking for you. she’s calling a meeting for all camp counselors and—oh, you must be chaewon? yena’s talked a lot about you.” you whipped your neck around. it was a surprise you didn’t get whiplash, eyes zeroing in on the latina that stood awkwardly outside the doorway, catching a small glimpse of chaewon tensing up and unwrapping herself from yena, taking a step back.

yena nodded in response, glancing at the two before gesturing. “chaewon, meet daniela. daniela, meet chaewon.”

daniela stuck a hand out, a rather awkward, crooked smile curling on her lips. “hi, nice to finally meet you.”

surprisingly, chaewon took the handshake, nodding with her lips pressed into a thin line. “nice to meet you too.” she’d mumbled, before quickly letting go after a few moments, acting like daniela’s touch had burnt her.

yena exchanged glances with you, shaking your head as she nodded in understanding, choosing to stop the interaction before a whole war breaks out in your cabin. “well, i’ll see you guys later. we can catch up then.”

chaewon had shut the door after the two had left, turning around with a gobsmacked expression. “out of all the people yena had daniela shake hands with, she chose chaewon.” sakura’s comment earned a laugh.

it was the fifth day of camp when your mere stares and glances at daniela from the sidelines suddenly turned into her standing in front of you with a pleading expression, though playful— something you’d never have expected from a sunnyvale resident to give to a shadysider. her eyes, usually sharp and calculating bore into yours wide-eyed and glossy, and fuck, why does she remind you of a puppy now?

she blinks up at you expectantly, and wait a second, what did she want again?

to say you were sidetracked by this absolute beauty asking you to do god-knows-what would be an understatement, with the way your grip loosened around the plates you were cleaning after dinner, slipping from your hands if it weren’t for her voice pulling you back down to earth. “y/n?”

she knew your name? you cleared your throat, forcing yourself to tear your gaze away from her and back to the dishes you were tasked to clean, two more plates till you were finished. “uh, sorry. what were you asking again?”

daniela doesn’t pay much attention to your demeanour, beaming beside you. “i was asking you if you could possibly light up the campfire?”

your brows furrowed. the campfire? wouldn’t there be another camp counselor in charge of that? you glanced back at her as you finished the last plate, and with the way that she’d practically shapeshifted her eyes into that of a begging puppy’s, you were more than a hundred percent sure that she could ask you to do anything and you’d oblige more than happily.

“uh, sure. got a match?” she grimaces at the words that slipped from your lips, shaking her head.

“yeah, that’s the thing. you gotta light it from scratch. that’s why i asked you, actually. yena told me you were a girl scout and that you knew how to make fire.” her words pulled out a dreaded groan from your throat, leaning your hip onto the end of the counter as your eyes shut briefly at the mention.

“ugh, please don’t remind me of that.” your pained expression had her smile growing, amused.

“i think it’s cute—”

“let’s start that campfire.” you’d cut her off before she could say anything else, the tips of your ears already bright red as you walked past her, the latina trailing behind you. seriously, this is the first interaction that you’re having, and she already pulls that shit on you? you were not god’s strongest soldier. at all.

you grabbed a twig next to the campfire as you kneeled beside it and placed the twig on top of the dry leaves, rubbing the pointed end of the stick onto the leaves until black smoke started to erupt, giving it a little oxygen and watching it spread quickly around the campfire, wood crackling and spitting out red embers.

daniela stood a few steps away, leaning casually against a nearby tree, but her gaze never left you. there was something so effortless in the way you worked, your movements confident and smooth, as if starting fires were just second nature to you. the way you knelt, the slight flex of your muscles as you arranged the wood just so—it all made you look so... capable. so in control.

her breath caught for a second, a warmth rising in her chest that had nothing to do with the fire. she didn’t even realize she was smiling until she caught herself. your quiet determination, your ability to turn a few sticks into something powerful, was somehow the most magnetic thing about you. there was a raw, understated strength in you, and daniela couldn’t bring herself to look away.

“you’re good at that,” daniela finally said, voice soft, as if she were careful not to interrupt the rhythm you’d fallen into.

you glanced up briefly, a flicker of surprise in your eyes before a small, meek smile tugged at the corners of your lips. "thanks," you replied, focus unbreaking, but the slight quirk in your expression told daniela she knew exactly what was going through your mind.

"no, seriously," daniela continued, stepping a little closer, her voice a little lower, "it's... kind of impressive." there was something in her tone now, something deeper, that made you look up at her with a raised eyebrow.

daniela didn't shy away, meeting your gaze with a warmth that mirrored the flames now crackling between them. it wasn’t just the fire that had her attention. it was you—everything about you, from the way you worked with purpose, to the way you seemed to make everything look effortless. and, maybe, just maybe, that was a little too attractive.

“thank you—”

“can you two stop undressing each other with your eyes for a quick second and help me out here? i need more hands.” yena appeared out of thin air, a disgusted look on her face as she crossed her arms, chaewon following behind her as she’d mirrored the exact expression the woman beside her had the moment her gaze fell on the two of you.

“are you incapable of being normal, choi yena?”

it wasn’t until the next week that you noticed daniela hovering around you like a watchdog—always lingering nearby, arms crossed, brows furrowed like she was a detective tailing a suspect. she wasn’t even subtle about it. every time you so much as breathed, her sharp eyes flicked to you, narrowed in suspicion, as if you were plotting some grand crime right under her nose.

it was almost funny. almost.

yena, however, found it downright hilarious.

“so like, you went from admiring y/n to hating her?” yena suddenly popped up behind daniela, munching on a bag of chips she’d somehow smuggled in. she extended the bag toward the latina, who shook her head without even looking, too busy burning holes into the back of your head with her stare.

“who said i hated her?”

yena scoffed, mouth full. “dude, you’ve literally been staring at her like she personally slaughtered your entire bloodline. ask anyone.”

before daniela could retort, yena’s eyes lit up as she spotted manon walking past, her delicate fingers curling around the ghanaian’s wrist to pull her close.

“yo, manz,” yena called, jerking her chin toward daniela with a smirk. “hasn’t she been glaring daggers at y/n?”

manon hummed thoughtfully, lips pursed in faux contemplation before her mouth stretched into a slow, knowing grin. “y/n… oh, the cute one from shadyside?” she teased, her amusement only growing when daniela shot her a glare. “yeah, poor girl. hasn’t done a thing wrong and already gained herself a hater.”

daniela’s frown deepened, arms crossing tighter over her chest as she let out an exasperated breath. “okay, no—i was not glaring at her,” she huffed. “i was just… making sure she doesn’t do anything stupid. y’know, since she’s from shadyside. and—”

“yeah, yeah, whatever. like you ever cared about that bullshit.” yena tutted, cutting her off with a dramatic wave of her hand. “let me stop you right there. because while you’re busy playing hall monitor with y/n, your actual problem is throwing hands outside.”

she pointed her chin toward the commotion outside camp, where daniela’s boyfriend was in the middle of a full-blown meltdown, shoving people like a rabid raccoon and flailing his arms around as if he was possessed.

manon groaned at the sight. “please, for the love of god, go handle that before mt. sophia erupts and we’re all dead.”

daniela clenched her jaw, eyes flickering from the scene outside to you, who were now happily minding your business like you weren’t the supposed criminal she’d been tailing all week.

she sighed. christ.

it was the third week when daniela approached you again, tugging on the sleeve of your shirt and dragging you away from the chaotic mix of shadysiders and sunnyvalers gathered in a circle, shouting over each other in some ridiculous game she hadn’t even bothered to figure out.

her perfectly-sculpted brows furrowed in a deep pinch as she pulled you along with a little more force than necessary. you barely had time to react before yena stepped right in front of the two of you, arms crossed like a bouncer at the entrance of a club. “now, now. where do you two think you’re going?”

daniela let out the most dramatic eye roll known to mankind, while you perked up behind her, a small, playful smirk dancing on your lips as you shot her a look that practically screamed, ‘leave it.’

yena, naturally, ignored it. because why would she ever leave something this juicy alone?

“it’s gonna be dark soon,” yena added, raising an accusatory brow at daniela.

daniela scoffed. “please, we’re just going to fetch firewood for the bonfire tonight.”

you blinked, tilting your head. “we are?”

daniela’s head snapped toward you, briefly faltering for half a second before composing herself. “yes,” she said, more forcefully this time, as if sheer conviction alone would make it true.

yena squinted between the two of you, clearly skeptical, before finally stepping aside. “whatever, just don’t get murdered,” she muttered.

daniela took that as her cue to bolt, practically yanking you behind her like a dog on a leash as she sped-walked toward the woods.

“wait—where are we actually going?” you asked, half-laughing as you stumbled along.

“i told you, we’re picking up firewood for tonight’s bonfire,” she repeated, like that somehow clarified everything.

you mused for a second, feigning deep confusion, then suspicion, before letting a teasing smile creep across your lips. “wait, you’re not bringing me out here to kill me, right?”

daniela huffed, barely sparing you a glance. “oh, please.” a small smirk tugged at the corner of her lips as she added, “if i wanted to kill you, you’d be six feet under by now.”

“hot.”

she faltered mid-step. you grinned.

for the next twenty minutes, the two of you wandered through the clearing, picking up dry branches and twigs—well, you were picking up branches and twigs. daniela, on the other hand, was sneaking glances at you like it was her full-time job.

her gaze would linger a little too long when you bent down to grab a log, eyes flickering over the way your shirt clung to your back. she’d watch, mesmerized, as you absentmindedly chewed on the inside of your cheek, the curve of your lips doing things to her. and every time you caught her staring, you’d shoot her a knowing smirk that sent her into a spiral.

“y’know, if you keep staring at me like that, i might start thinking you like what you see,” you mused, tossing a stick onto the small pile you had gathered.

daniela scoffed, crossing her arms as if that would mask the warmth creeping up her neck. “i don’t.”

you hummed, not even trying to hide the amusement in your tone. “whatever you say, watchdog.”

she scowled. “you really don’t shut up, do you?”

“nope,” you grinned. “but don’t worry, i’m starting to think you like that about me.” you murmured, gaining confidence by every second that passed.

daniela groaned, pinching the bridge of her nose as if she were suffering, but the ghost of a smile threatened to betray her.

before you could tease her further, a sudden, ear-splitting scream rang through the clearing.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING?!”

you nearly dropped the entire pile of wood as sophia, the head camp counselor, emerged from the trees like an angry cryptid, her hands on her hips and her expression one of pure exasperation.

daniela, ever the composed one—though she was internally screaming at getting caught—, simply crossed her arms. “fetching firewood,” she said flatly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

sophia looked seconds away from combusting. “THERE’S ALREADY TOO MUCH FIREWOOD. LIKE. WAY TOO MUCH. WE HAVE A WHOLE DAMN PILE BEHIND THE CABINS.”

you pursed your lips, glancing at daniela. she blinked. “…oh.”

sophia exhaled like she had just aged five years. “drop the sticks. go back to camp. now.”

daniela, ever the picture of grace, immediately turned on her heel and started walking back, as if she hadn’t just dragged you all the way out here for absolutely nothing.

you, however, lagged behind for a second, shaking your head with a chuckle before calling out, “well, at least we got some quality bonding time out of it, right, watchdog?”

daniela flipped you off over her shoulder.

but, even in the dim light of the sun setting, you could see the way her lips curled upward, just slightly.

the night air was cool against your skin as you stepped out of the cabin, the soft crunch of leaves beneath your feet the only sound in the stillness. you hadn’t been able to sleep—mind buzzing with thoughts, the stuffy warmth of the cabin making it impossible to get comfortable—so you figured a walk might help. maybe some fresh air. maybe—

your eyes caught on a figure near the dimly burning campfire, hunched slightly, shoulders rising and falling in slow, measured breaths. daniela.

she was sitting on one of the logs surrounding the fire pit, absentmindedly poking at the embers with a stick, watching as little sparks floated up into the night like tiny fireflies. her expression was unreadable, lit only by the soft, flickering glow.

something about it made you pause.

you weren’t sure what compelled you forward, but before you knew it, you were sinking onto the log beside her, close enough to feel the residual warmth of the fire, but not quite touching.

daniela barely reacted, only glancing at you briefly before returning her gaze to the flames.

“couldn’t sleep?” you murmured.

she huffed a quiet laugh, shaking her head. “not really.”

silence settled between you, comfortable but heavy, like there was something waiting to be said. you watched the way she prodded at the embers, her usual sharp demeanor dulled at the edges, almost hesitant.

then, finally—

“i broke up with him,” she said, voice even, but lacking its usual bite.

you blinked, caught off guard for a moment. “your boyfriend?”

daniela let out another humorless laugh, nodding. “yeah.”

holy shit.

you schooled your expression, keeping your face neutral, but internally? you were fucking cheering.

“wow,” you said instead, keeping your tone light but careful. “that’s… a pretty big deal.”

she shrugged, eyes still fixed on the fire. “should’ve done it sooner. he was a jerk.”

there was a weight to her words, a quiet frustration, but more than that—relief.

you leaned forward, resting your elbows on your knees, watching her carefully. “why now?”

daniela let out a slow breath, tapping the stick against the charred logs. “i don’t know,” she admitted. “maybe i got tired of pretending. maybe i realized that… i wasn’t really happy. or—” she hesitated, her fingers tightening around the stick. “—maybe i was just waiting for the right moment.”

you tilted your head slightly. “and this was the right moment?”

her lips pressed together, like she was debating whether or not to say something, before she finally turned her head to look at you. really look at you.

there was something different in her gaze—something softer, less guarded.

“yeah,” she said quietly. “i think it was.”

your chest tightened, warmth blooming in a way that had nothing to do with the fire.

you didn’t push for more. didn’t tease, didn’t pry. instead, you simply nudged your knee against hers, offering the smallest of smiles. “for what it’s worth, i think you made the right choice. i saw him always fighting with those camp counselors just to see you.”

daniela stared at you for a moment, then exhaled a laugh, shaking her head. “of course you would say that.”

“what? i’m being sincere!” you placed a hand over your heart in mock offense. “i can be nice, y’know.”

she hummed, unconvinced, but her lips curled upward ever so slightly.

the two of you sat there for a while, the fire crackling softly between you, the night stretching quiet and still around the campsite. neither of you rushed to leave. neither of you wanted to.

and later, when you finally dragged yourselves back to the cabins, a quiet understanding settled between you—something unspoken but felt.

something that, after that night, made the space between you feel smaller than ever before.

it started off slow. so slow daniela barely noticed it at first.

the way her eyes lingered on you longer than they should’ve. the way she found herself gravitating toward you more and more, standing closer, brushing shoulders, stealing glances when she thought you wouldn’t notice. the way her stomach twisted whenever you smiled—at her.

it wasn’t like she hadn’t always looked at you. from the moment you stepped foot in sunnyvale wearing that ridiculous dark blue band uniform and met her eyes across the field, daniela had been watching.

but it was different now. before, her stares had been filled with scrutiny, laced with the tiniest bit of frustration at how easily you got under her skin. and now they were filled with something else entirely. something she wasn’t ready to name.

but then—

it was the last week of camp when everything clicked.

the bonfire crackled in the middle of the campsite, a golden glow illuminating the circle of campers gathered around, their faces alight with warmth and laughter. the air was thick with the scent of burning wood, mingled with the distant scent of pine and the lingering traces of marshmallows and chocolate.

and you.

you sat on a log, guitar resting against your lap, fingers plucking at the strings with practiced ease. the opening notes of a song filled the air, soft and familiar, and as soon as your voice joined the melody, daniela felt something shift in her chest.

"well, i guess you'd say…"

her breath caught.

"what can make me feel this way?"

her fingers curled into the fabric of her jeans, stomach twisting as your voice washed over her—gentle, soothing, captivating.

she couldn’t look away.

she wasn’t the only one enraptured—everyone else sat silently, listening intently, swaying slightly to the rhythm—but it felt like the moment belonged only to the two of you. like nothing else existed outside of the glow of the fire, outside of the space between you.

and then you looked at her.

your eyes met across the fire, something soft and knowing dancing in your gaze, and daniela’s heart stopped.

"my girl, my girl, my girl.”

she swallowed hard.

“talkin' 'bout my girl, my girl.”

because that was the moment.

the moment she realized she was completely, hopelessly, utterly in love with you.

not in the way she’d tried to convince herself she wasn’t. not in the way that was casual, fleeting, something she could shake off or push aside.

no—this was real. heavy and warm and terrifying in the best way possible.

her lips parted slightly, breath uneven, her entire body frozen in place as the song continued, the words wrapping around her like a confession she hadn’t even said out loud yet.

"that's all i can talk about is my girl."

you smiled. a tiny, knowing thing.

daniela looked away, suddenly overwhelmed, her hands clenching into fists to steady herself. but it was too late. she couldn’t unfeel it, couldn’t ignore the way her heart ached at the sight of you, couldn’t pretend this wasn’t real.

she was in love with you.

and for the first time, she wasn’t afraid to admit it—to herself, at least.

the kitchen was quiet except for the faint clatter of dishes and the distant murmur of campers outside. daniela wiped her hands on a dishtowel, tossing it onto the counter with a little too much force. yena, leaning against the sink, watched her with an insufferable smirk.

"so," yena drawled, crossing her arms, "you gonna say it, or do i have to spell it out for you?"

daniela shot her a glare. "say what?"

yena scoffed, shaking her head. "oh, come on. that you're in love with y/n."

daniela froze.

yena grinned, clearly savoring the moment. "you act like she’s just some shadysider you have to tolerate, but you’ve been following her around like a lost puppy. you literally sat through her entire song at the bonfire last night, staring at her like she hung the damn moon. and don’t even get me started on the way you look at her when she talks—like you're trying not to combust."

daniela scowled. "i do not look at her like that."

"oh, please," yena snorted. "you're like a victorian man seeing ankles for the first time."

daniela groaned, dragging a hand down her face. "fine. okay. maybe i like her."

yena gasped dramatically, clutching her chest. "maybe? babe, you're in love. in love love.”

daniela rolled her eyes. "oh, shut up."

"nah, this is huge," yena continued, grinning like she just won the lottery. "i mean, the infamous 'i don't need anyone that’s why i broke up with my boyfriend like i did with the others' daniela? falling for a shadysider? this is better than a romcom."

daniela huffed, turning back to the sink, hoping to ignore yena and the smug energy radiating off of her. but then—

"oh."

daniela froze.

yena’s eyes flickered past her shoulder, widening slightly before her smirk returned full force. “well. my cue to leave.” she grabbed her towel and promptly bolted out of the kitchen, leaving daniela alone to face the one person she really didn’t want hearing that conversation.

you.

you stood in the doorway, looking completely stunned, like you weren’t sure if you’d walked in on a confession or a crime scene, before leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, head tilted slightly in amusement. there was a flicker of surprise in your eyes, sure, but it was the kind that faded fast—like you were already settling into the idea, getting comfortable with it.

daniela’s heart was racing. she gripped the counter, trying to ground herself. “how much of that did you hear?”

you hummed, pretending to think. “enough to know that you think i hung the damn moon.”

daniela groaned, running a hand down her face. “kill me now.”

“mm, no can do. i kinda like knowing you have a crush on me.”

daniela gaped at you, and you took slow, measured steps forward, that teasing glint in your eyes growing.

"you know, i was so sure you hated me at first," you mused, tapping a finger against your chin. "but now—"

daniela glared, cheeks burning. "don’t."

"—now, i'm thinking you just didn’t know how to handle your feelings," you finished, grinning. "poor thing."

daniela exhaled sharply, pressing her lips into a thin line. great. just great. she wasn’t even supposed to tell you, let alone have you overhear it in the most humiliating way possible.

silence stretched between you, thick and unsteady.

you took a small step forward. “so… you like me?”

daniela swallowed. she could lie. brush it off. say it was nothing. but looking at you now—playful smile and teasing eyes full of mirth, the way you didn’t look completely horrified—she couldn’t.

so she inhaled deeply and nodded. “yeah. i do.” daniela let out a slow breath, feeling something warm settle in her chest the more you looked at her. your eyes contorting into one of adoration now. “so… what now?”

you smiled, still playful but genuine. “well, usually this is the part where we kiss.”

daniela’s breath caught. her eyes flickered to your lips before she could stop herself. “oh.”

you tilted your head slightly, a soft invitation, no pressure, just you. and for once, daniela didn’t overthink it. she just leaned in.

the kiss was slow, tentative—like testing uncharted waters—but when you sighed softly against her lips, daniela melted. she pulled you closer, her fingers curling at the hem of your shirt, your hands finding her waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.

the kitchen smelled like dish soap and pinewood, the campfire outside still crackling in the distance, but all daniela could focus on was the way your lips moved against hers, the way your hands felt warm against her skin, the way everything—everything—felt right.

when you finally pulled away, you were grinning, eyes crinkling at the edges.

“guess that settles it,” you murmured, eyes flickering between her lips and her gaze. “so worth the wait and dealing with that ex of yours who kept popping in and begging for you to take him back.”

daniela huffed out a small laugh, her forehead resting against yours and pushing you lightly, but you just laughed, grabbing her hand before she could pull away completely.

"and they said shadysiders couldn't have sunnyvalers. guess i'm just built different. i'm the ultimate sig—"

"shut that mouth if you want to keep me."

"ooh, demanding. i like that."

bonus!

yunjin gasped dramatically, a hand clasped up to her chest while chaewon stood frozen beside her with a horrified expression. “you are not dating her. you’re fucking with me. a sunnyvaler? you could do better.”

you scoffed. “she is better.”

“i mean, you’re a shadysider and she’s a sunnyvaler. not to mention, she’s the mayor’s daughter! how the hell are you going to make it work?!” chaewon exclaimed.

you waved the concern away as yena munched on chips at your bed. “oh please, you guys talk about that like it was supposed to stop me. besides, have you guys even checked the news? apparently, they’re gonna join sunnyvale and shadyside. so… what’s the problem now? i’ve got a rich gorgeous, goddess of a girlfriend and we’re no longer gonna be poor like we are. quality month.”

chaewon collapsed face first on the cabin floor.

“i told y’all, she’s gonna be my baby mama.” “i’m throwing you into the lake.” “wait, i can’t swim!”

— please do not repost, copy, translate, or take from my work in any way without permission. thank you! xx

masterlist.

[babsworlds]

STILL WORRIED?

pairing. Simon Kalivoda x fem! reader

synopsis. Simon still worries even though you have completely different lives now.

warnings. angst, a bit mean Simon, Simon and reader being toxic towards each other, once again based on We Hug Now by Sydney Rose bcs this song is too personal.

TWO YEARS. That was the time since you left Shadyside and moved to neighboring Sunnyvale. And as they told you, everything was better there. After years of living in fear, you finally felt safe, no longer worried about crime lurking around every corner.

But you still somehow missed that rotten-to-the-core Shadyside. Something, or better to say, someone kept you chained to this place with memories.

You made new friends in Sunnyvale, found a boyfriend, and settled into a life that was better in many ways. Yet, you still missed your old Shadyside friends. Despite promising to keep in touch, the connections faded over time. The sense of loss weighed heavy on your heart, and you often found yourself reminiscing about the past.

Simon was the one you missed the most. He was a bit of everything to you—ex-boyfriend, friend, friend with benefits, or however you might define it. The bond you shared with him was unique, and no one in Sunnyvale could fill that void. Simon had been a constant presence in your life, and his absence left you feeling incomplete.

You often wondered what he was up to, whether he had moved on or still thought about you. The memories of your time together haunted you, and despite the safety and comfort of Sunnyvale, a part of you remained tied to Shadyside.

You weren’t in the mood to do anything, but your principal announced that today’s match would be mandatory for all the cheerleaders as it was in honor of another massacre that happened in Shadyside.

You stood by your boyfriend Theo, his arm around your waist as you wore his team jacket. Despite the warmth of his embrace, you couldn’t help but look around, deep down hoping to spot your old friends and Simon.

You spotted Kate in the crowd of Shadyside cheerleaders, meaning that Simon would be there. Your heart raced as you started to look around more visibly, scanning the faces in the crowd. “Is something wrong?” Theo asked, noticing your distraction. You quickly mumbled no, knowing he would be mad if he knew you were thinking about some boy from "Shittyside," as he often said.

You looked around once again, this time more carefully. And there he was. Sitting on tribune alongside Josh, laughing. The sight of Simon brought a rush of emotions flooding back.

As you laid your gaze on him, it was like Simon could feel you looking at him. His eyes pierced through yours, like he was reading your thoughts. The connection between you was immediate and intense, stirring up memories and feelings you thought you had left behind.

Suddenly, the touch of your boyfriend felt uncomfortable and almost repulsive. You shifted a bit, giving Simon a knowing look. The connection between you and Simon was palpable, and it made you realize just how much you missed him. “I need to go to the toilet,” you said with a smile to Theo, trying to gently pull away from his grip.

As you said that, you felt his arm tighten around your waist. “The match starts in a minute,” he said, raising an eyebrow, his tone slightly annoyed.

“Twenty minutes,” you corrected him, looking up at him with a reassuring smile. His grip finally loosened, allowing you to slip away. You could feel the tension between you and Theo, but you pushed it aside. You needed to see Simon.

As you pushed yourself through the crowd, you saw Simon getting up from his place too. It was as if he understood your need to see him, your shared history pulling you towards each other. This was your chance to talk to him, to reconnect after all this time. The anticipation built up inside you as you made your way towards him, the noise of the crowd fading into the background.

Once you were behind the tribune with no people around, you could still feel the weight of his presence following you. “What do you want, Simon?” you asked, trying to sound indifferent, refusing to look at him. The question hung in the air, a mix of frustration and curiosity evident in your voice.

“What do you want?” he repeated your question, his voice cold, almost as if he had forgotten everything you two had shared. The chill in his tone sent a shiver down your spine, making you wonder if you had misjudged the connection between you.

You finally looked at him, your eyes meeting his. Your stomach dropped as you saw your hoodie in his hands. “My hoodie…” you breathed out in disbelief. The sight of the familiar piece of clothing brought back a flood of memories, each one more intense than the last.

“Yeah, I think you forgot it at mine’s like… I don’t know,” he trailed off, his voice still cold and firm, “two years ago?” The words stung, a reminder of the time that had passed and the distance that had grown between you.

The silence between you was thick with unspoken emotions. You could feel the tension, the unresolved feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for the past two years. The hoodie in his hands felt like a tangible connection to the past, a symbol of everything you had left behind but couldn’t quite let go of.

He threw the hoodie to you harshly, and you barely managed to catch it. You still didn’t understand what his problem was. You thought he had moved on—someone like him wouldn’t have wasted time being stuck on you. He seemed pretty friendly with Kate, after all.

The silence between you was heavy, thick with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. You wanted to fall into his arms, to cry and tell him how stupid you had been, but your ego kept you frozen to the place where you stood.

“How are things with your new boyfriend?” he broke the silence with this digging question. You quickly understood what he was up to, the bitterness in his voice unmistakable.

You shot him a sarcastic smile, masking your sadness and frustration. “Still worried?” you asked, refusing to let him see how much his words affected you.

“Yeah, still,” he said, his expression calm, though there was a hint of uncertainty in his eyes. His answer felt almost stupidly genuine, as if he couldn’t help but care despite everything.

The tension between you was palpable, the weight of the past two years hanging over your heads. You could see the conflict in his eyes, the same conflict you felt within yourself. It was clear that neither of you had truly moved on, and the unresolved feelings lingered in the air, waiting to be addressed.

“Why do you care after all this time?” you asked, your voice sharp. You didn’t want to be toxic, but the words came out sounding exactly like that. You were digging into his feelings, trying to understand the anger and hurt that seemed to linger between you.

“Because I have a feeling you got everything you wanted,” he practically spit out, his voice filled with bitterness. “You moved to Sunnyvale, living your best life,” he continued, acting like it was your fault that your parents had decided to move. His words stung, each one a reminder of the distance and the choices that had been made.

“And you’re not wasting time stuck in Shadyside like me,” he added, his gaze still fixed on you. But you couldn’t look into his eyes after those words. The guilt and pain were too much to bear.

You wanted to say something, to defend yourself, but Simon quickly cut you off. “You’re just thinkin’ it’s a small thing that happened,” he said, his voice trembling. Simon was practically crying his heart out, but not a single tear escaped his eyes. “But the world ended for me when you left.”

The weight of his words hung in the air, heavy and suffocating. You could see the depth of his hurt and realized just how much your departure had affected him. The past two years had been hard on both of you, but in different ways. You had found a semblance of safety and happiness in Sunnyvale, while Simon had been left behind to deal with the pain and memories.

“Great idea! Let’s act like this is all my fault!” you snapped, your voice trembling as you tried to defend yourself. The effort to hold back tears made it difficult to keep your emotions in check. Simon's words had cut deep, and you felt a mix of anger and hurt.

“And whose then?” he shot back, his voice cold and accusatory. The Simon you once knew would never have said something like this. His harsh words and the unfamiliar edge in his tone made your heart ache. You could feel the bitterness and resentment emanating from him, and it was almost too much to bear.

Your lips curled into a grimace, your teeth showing as you struggled to maintain your composure. Without another word, you turned and walked away, gently maneuvering around him. The urge to say something, to defend yourself further, was strong, but you knew that if you tried to speak, you would break down completely.

As you walked away, you felt a strong urge to turn around. Deep down, you knew he was right—it wasn’t entirely his fault. But once you had left, your mind wouldn’t let you go back. The emotional weight of the situation was too much to bear, and you needed space to process everything.

“I loved you,” you thought you heard behind you. The words hung in the air, echoing in your mind. In that moment, you couldn’t tell if it was real or just your imagination playing tricks on you. The emotional turmoil made it difficult to distinguish reality from the lingering echoes of your past.

[blueberrypancakesworld]

The flower on the witch's hat

Simon x fem!reader

warning : hurt/comfort, kissing, crying, mention of sex and murder, no use of Y/n, flirting

Summary : A Sunnyvale resident who moves to Shadyside was a sansation and a target for the students of Shadyside High School, but when Simon intercepted her and realised she wasn't a spoiled brat but someone who was also full of secrets, something seemed to mature in the blonde that was the light of hope in Shadyside - love.

info : The time has come to get into my Fred Hechinger obsession and besides Caracalla it is Simon from Fear Street 1994. Originally this was supposed to be a (how is he in a relationship) and in the middle of writing I have changed my mind have fun reading ;)

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In Shadyside there was no happiness, no goodwill and above all no peace for the inhabitants, old and young, no one seemed to be safe from the misfortune of the town that had been like this for centuries nobody was safe.

Almost every year there was a memorial service for a deceased person, due to a murder, accident or natural death, it always seemed to affect only the town haunted by darkness and bad luck.

But just because this is so does not mean that Shadyside had no other ways of beauty.

The few times of day that there were were brief moments of love, families enjoying peace and quiet in the garden or the children playing in the streets where there were hardly any cars anyway because it was always a bit difficult to pay for petrol in the city, if you had the money at all.

Beauty in the form of unbelievably good Halloween parties, a strong community of the town that would go through anything together and love. Love, yes, there was even love in the dark, ramshackle Shadyside.

Mostly it was love at the Shadyside High School, which had many graduates who had been responsible for murders, where you also met a lot of special students and couples.

Whereby the couples tended to eat each other up with kissing and more than just touching each other in the corridors and classrooms that most of the time you just looked at the floor or joined in the love making to make it less awkward.

All for one

Simon had seen her for the first time on that gloomy school day and his own desires were awakened instead of enjoying those of the other couples.

The white Porsche was a clear contrast to the other rust-coloured cars that had driven up to the school.

No one from Shadyside could afford such luxury and never would be able to, another bitter reminder of the other side of town where the sun seemed to come out of every arse of the oh-so-great Sunnyvale residents.

He had never seen it before but he-no, everyone knew who owned the car and who was in it. But most of all it was the new girl who didn't want to be there who looked as shady as the town she was in.

Simon saw exactly how she dodged her mother's kiss and hurriedly got out of the car, slamming the door provocatively and lowering her gaze so as not to attract attention, it was time to start.

He pushed off from his own car and walked over to her ,,The pretty new flower from the sun into the dark forest, how awful…Hi, I'm Simon!" he introduced himself and jumped straight into her path as he intercepted her on the way to the main entrance.

His broad smile widened even more when he saw that he had startled her when she hadn't seen him and had almost collided with the blond.

That was the first step of the plan, but he hadn't realised that she had almost snatched her hands out like in one of those kung fu action films It was kind of cute, he thought, when he saw this and she was trying to look so brave and not like someone who could be so easily frightened.

Normally he would have immediately joined the others who were waiting in the school corridors with baners, firecrackers and other things to poke her - a Sunnyvale resident here was something that could not go unnoticed.

But as he waited outside in his car, Kate already inside and the others not yet arrived, he thought he would intercept her and point her in the ‘right’ direction immediately, but now that he saw her like this, no snooty look, no insult and no slap in his face, she seemed harmless and, above all, beautiful.

,,Not even a minute here and people are trying to scare me, tell me, do you greet everyone like this or is it just you?" she asked in reply, her annoyed, stern expression changing to a more relaxed, almost cheeky one as she took a step closer to him - something he hadn't expected.

Normally people would make fun of him, judge him and brag about their money and influence, but not her and there was a determination in her eyes that he would like to see more often. You usually only saw that in the will to survive of the Shadysiders and not in the tanned snobs.

She wasn't just a pretty flower, she was also a pretty flower with thorns that he was happy to embrace.

Indicating a bow, he brushed a blonde curl from his face and let her pass, ,,Maybe just for you, the private special tour," he said before catching up to her when he heard her grin and he smiled broadly again as he felt warm and cosy on this chilly morning.

Maybe it was the clash of both schools, both sexes with hormones, the nineties or maybe it was something much more sweet as she caught herself thinking how neat his slightly wavy hair was, how stupidly cute he was and how she couldn't stop the smile on her lips every time he held the door open for her and told her something about school.

Even though she already knew most of the facts about the school, Simon's fun facts were actually quite funny and a good way to know the ‘secrets’ of the high school from the creepiest places in the toilets, the lockers to stay away from and where the fabled backyard is where many a student has lost their virginity on a picnic blanket on the floor or right up against the brick wall.

He helped her to the rooms, showed her a few shortcuts through the corridors and simply hooked his arm into hers, ,,The wild corridors of Shadyside are a jungle full of grotesque characters, murder and death if you're not careful" he warned, pointing to several people she made a mental note to stay away from and yet she could see he was enjoying it.

There was just something glowing in his eyes, ,,You're a good tour guide...and an adorable mascot" she commented as they walked past the sports hall and he showed the photo of the team where he was standing at the front with green face paint and a pointy hat on his head to represent the witch.

She even saw him mischievously trying to cover up the blush on his cheeks and quickly looking elsewhere, ,,Really? Thank you, well - not everyone can wear such green" he replied with a wink and probably did one of his usual mascot poses before they went on, the break was almost over and he could at least take her to her maths lesson as a gentleman.

They stopped in front of the door and an awkward silence fell between them both as he broke away from her, ,,Well, have fun with the numbers," he probably tried this as a conclusion and turned away from her with a final wave, or at least wanted to.

Maybe it was her conscience, or maybe it was her quick-beating heart that had reacted faster and she took a pencil out of her backpack to tear off a piece of her timetable and write her number on it.

Simon paused in amazement, the last thing he thought was that his charm and wit had allowed him to have her number after just two hours, a huge step forward and he would have loved to hold her hand again, but all that remained was the piece of paper that lay in his as he mumbled after her, ,,Y-Yes, I'll call you" and set off with a broad grin and pink cheeks, but he didn't let go of the piece of paper.

In fact, they only saw each other during the second short break, talking and laughing and strolling on across the schoolyard, he again hooked his arm around hers to protect her from possible colour or feather attacks, ,,I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything happened to the flower," he said in a puffy voice, trying to sound sunny and alive.

She shrugged it off with a grin and a smile, ,,Everyone in the unnecessarily large houses talks like that,” she admitted, but she didn't want to think about the time and was glad to have found her smile through Simon.

Because if he hadn't found her nice or whatever he saw or felt about her, she would have soon become another murder victim, one of many, and she certainly wouldn't have been mourned.

She even got to know his friends briefly who (which she couldn't blame them for) eyed her a little sceptically at first, she herself would have reacted the other way round.

When she dropped a few, well, insider facts about the sunny paradise and its inhabitants, any scepticism seemed to evaporate and she was greeted with jokes and a few ‘free’ drugs.

All in all, it would have been a perfect school day if she hadn't almost run out of school with her eyes downcast when her geography teacher announced to the whole class, ,,Miss your mum has arrived, you can go" and she felt like an outsider again.

Why couldn't she go out at the right time like everyone else in Shadyside? Why did she have to leave five minutes earlier than everyone else Simon and the others weren't a disease or anything like that, Shadyside wasn't something to protect her from.

It was a thought that angered and disappointed her as one look at her mum and she saw it all too well, ,,Just drive!" she said to her mum who muttered under her breath ,,Shithole" before the tyres spun and the car sped off.

She didn't see Simon again that day…at least not until she got a phone call.

After a lot of shouting at her family, ignoring them and having a sissy dinner with a hunger strike, she was finally in her room with a heavy sigh.

,,Is your family that spoilt too?" she asked her room and wished Simon would answer but she was alone and threw herself on her bed trying not to think about the chores she still had time for, for now she had to get her mother out of her mind.

For every time she shouted at her mother, her father gave her another warning look and she couldn't stand up to two parents who had the stick so far up their arse no matter what she said.

But what had annoyed her most was how patronisingly they had talked about Shadyside, ,,You have no right! You don't know how nice the people here are!" was the last thing she had shouted before a glass was thrown to the floor and the three of them fell silent and now she was back, lying on her bed and running her hands over her face to stop herself from crying miserably.

As if something, or rather someone, had heard her she heard the guitar ring on her phone, a perk of having her own landline that wasn't being listened to by her parents she reached for the phone on her bedside table and pressed answer.

,,Yes? Hello" she said, hoping her voice didn't sound busy, there was a brief silence on the other end before she heard a rustle as if someone was passing the phone round the other end and she said a hurried ,,Hi flower it's me Simon well I thought I might call” he said and she could practically see his smile. Her mood lifted immediately and she sat up.

,,How nice of you to call, it couldn't have come at a better time," she said, only now realising that she was inviting him to ask questions, which of course he promptly did, ,,What? Why? Did something happen?" he asked and she knew that she couldn't back out now, not in front of her parents, not between the cities and not in front of Simon.

But her hesitation had probably got the better of him, ,,Do you know where the mall is? Meet me there in the car park in 20 minutes and we can talk about this perfect timing in peace," he said and hung up, leaving her looking puzzled and yet somehow relieved at her receiver.

Hastily putting on her shoes and grabbing her key, she slipped out of the house - it wouldn't be up at all.

Her father was in his office doing construction work and her mother was asleep in the living room with wine and mints…it was always like that.

Ignoring this, like every time, she hurried out of the house, she knew where the mall was and headed in one direction, it only took her a quarter of an hour on foot, but she took her time.

Playing with her hair only to brush the strands back behind her ear, clipping her earrings back on and taking them off again, Pull yourself together damn it she thought and put her hood down as she walked under a flickering lantern and saw the big building.

But most of all she saw the one car that was parked in the middle and had lights on inside and out, which she ran towards a little faster and this time startled Simon when she knocked on the window and he opened the door for her, ,,There you are at last…I was worried" Simon admitted and she gave him a slightly confused look not knowing if he meant the time, the city or her situation.

Simon hurriedly corrected himself, ,,Worried about everything you thought," he huffed and smiled slightly again which reassured her and she suddenly saw him pull out a small box with sweets stuffed inside as if he was opening a private therapy session just for her.

Thanking him, he took a few sweets and briefly savoured the sweetness of the strawberry, the two fell silent as the radio played and they both realised how ‘intimate’ the situation between them was, ,,Soooo do you want to tell me what happened?" he asked, stuffing a fifth sweet into his mouth which almost threatened to spill out.

She knew it wasn't good to keep something like this a secret, it would only get worse, ,,Family quarrels…my parents are both pretty deluded rich idiots. My dad is only here because he can supposedly drive the economy and my mum only hates it here and all of you. Which isn't true at all, you and the others are the nicest people I've ever met!" she began, looking briefly at Simon, who gave her a sympathetic look and put his hand gently on hers, gesturing for her to continue.

He was there for her, something that important people in her life weren't necessarily, ,,Then something went wrong and I just feel like shit, they have no right to badmouth Shadyside like that. Originally we're from her you know, but soon after I was born we went over and got rich and now we're here again…and the truth Simon, you're the first one here to treat me as an equal and not as a freak among freaks" she finished, feeling the lump in her throat not going away.

She tried not to cry, tried to stay strong, but as Simon held both her hands, the sweet fell to the floor unnoticed and he leaned towards her, she couldn't stop the occasional tear.

,,Who cares if you're from here or there, it doesn't matter, your parents are stupid. You're the important thing for the others…and especially for me, okay? Ever since I saw you that pretty flower with thorns that can take a beating I knew you were the best thing to happen to Shadyside I mean hello a new resident with super info and such determination is a hot one" he said and his calm yet excited voice made her smile slightly how could she not.

Those curls bobbed as he talked to her, the blue eyes that looked at her with such sincerity and appreciation, hands that held her gently stroked soothingly and a forehead that pressed against hers to deliver his every word directly to her.

The silence between them both lingered over the words before she let out a ,,Really?" and got a ,,Really" back just a second later before she felt his lips on hers and he pulled her into a kiss.

A hesitant kiss at first, an understanding between them, not knowing if it was even right, but when she held his hands and Simon felt her brief smile, he intensified the kiss.

She didn't know back and she didn't either, there was no reason other than love between two young adults who had almost stopped for the first time in a dark time and belonged together with only the centre of the car with the gear shift separating them.

A fact in which both of them stopped when they broke away and looked back at the car, which made them both laugh.

,,I guess the car prevents a certain atmosphere," he mumbled and she felt his hold as her fingers played with a blonde strand of hair, he had wiped away her tears with his shirt before and his beautiful flower seemed to be fully blooming again.

Before their gaze went to the back of the car and the warmth shot across both cheeks and they shared another kiss, but most of all it was Simon holding her in his arms, lying in his lap.

Making her realise again and again that she was now one of them and she would never be alone again, so he would stay by her side and seal it with another kiss as even the streetlights seemed to stay on to protect the lovers.

As I said even in Shadyside there was always a light of hope and in this case it was the flower and the witch who would have a happy future or is the curse of the city just waiting for the right moment?

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@potatoesenpaii

[averagewriter-inthedark]

Roped Into Hell 🪢 | Simon Kalivoda Imagine P.1

takes place during Fear Street 1994

My Masterlists | part 2

Characters & Pairings: Simon Kalivoda & Shadyside!Killer!reader (Not romantic)

Content Warnings: angst, bittersweet ending, profanity, mentions of canon violence, blood, murder, canon divergence (simon & kate live!) | female!reader (she/her) | wc: 2.9k

Requested 📨 yes/no

Premise: In which, instead of Ruby Lane, Simon Kalivoda comes face-to-face with an undead killer after Samantha Frasher who happens to be an expert at roping her targets and gives him a taste of what earned her the title of the Rodeo Queen.

note: yeah basically this is Simon thirsting over a shadyside killer!reader like he did Ruby Lane in the movie💀. I just watched the trilogy for the first time recently and then made my mom watch and I'm obsessed. I literally read all those books in middle school and it brought back memories. This will have a part 2!

Getting arrested for pissing on the side of the police station was not on Simon’s agenda with everything else going on. A serial killer--who happened to be dead--on the loose, stealing an ambulance, and who knows what else. So he thanked whatever power residing above that when Sheriff Goode sped away towards the hospital, he did not see Simon’s junk and saved him the embarrassment. 

Zipping his pants up Simon turned on his heel to head back to the ambulance where his friends were waiting but stopped in place when his eyes landed on a figure several feet away leaning against the brick wall of one of the establishments on main street. Then the sound of whistling filled his ears. In a soft cadence, likely a song. He couldn’t recognize the melody, but it sounded old. Very old. 

Squinting his eyes, Simon tried to get a better look at them, slowly moving closer as he saw their head was down. That’s when he noticed their attire, which led him to believe the person was a girl and again, caused him confusion. She was wearing a western style outfit; the kind people wore at rodeos or some school’s color guard team. White, tassels on the skirt and shirt. Red and green embroidery, black buttons paired with a sleek black belt containing a silver buckle and matching black boots. White gloves with black cuffs on the wrists. Simon couldn’t see her face due to the large hat on her head. 

And in her right hand, she twirled a rope. The kind of rope one sees a cowboy use to wring in cows and pigs. The bottom was looped and tied; the majority of the line wrapped around one gloved hand. She looked like she just left the rodeo, which befuddled Simon more because the closest thing Shadyside and Sunnyvale had to one was the mock roundup competition they had at the annual Union County Fair. 

But that took place in the spring. Not in the middle of fall. 

Simon spotted dirt and grime on the white fabric of her skirt; a few tassels appeared to be missing. Hair loose and disheveled, like she had been thrown off a horse or something and rolled on the ground. God, who was this girl? And where the hell did she come from dressed like that?

The humming grew louder as Simon drew closer. His gaze flickering from the rope twirled in a perfect looped circle, hovering above the ground with expert precision, to her covered visage. 

“Excuse me,” he called out when a foul smell reached his nostrils and caught sight of a few flies swarming her. The twirling stopped. “Are you okay? Do--do you need help?” He froze a good distance but still close enough to cause his blood to drain as the unknown girl lifted her head to reveal a gruesome display of her scared chest from the gaping hole in the collared shirt. 

“What the….”

A sinister smirk appeared on her, and Simon had no time to react as the rope she’d been gripping shot out the moment he started backing away, catching his feet with a harsh tug to send him to the ground. “Ah!!” The harsh concrete met his back, pushing a groan out of his mouth which turned into a scream as he was dragged toward the girl. 

Fighting against the pull, Simon reached to loosen the rope on his feet. Releasing himself to allow him enough time to rush into the middle of the street where he was roped down once again. This time by the loop going over his head to tug at the center of his chest. “Fuck!!” he shouted, meeting the ground with a harsh grunt.

The girl appeared in his vision, Simon thrashing against the rope as she straddled him. He freed his arms, the rope still secured around his chest, but it gave him the ability to fight her thanks to the consuming rush of adrenaline and need for survival. 

Yeah Simon was a gentleman and taught to never lay his hands on a woman, but this bitch just roped him like some fucking bull and was now trying to kill him. All bets were off. 

Her hat flew off, wild hair on full display with a crazed look and rope in hand trying to get the opposite end not currently looped on Simon around his neck. He fought even harder realizing the psycho meant to strangle him. Screaming his lungs out in hopes someone would hear him. 

His one hand shot out, grabbing the girl’s throat as he leaned up from the street and pressed hard to cut off her air supply. It didn’t do much, just kept her upright but she managed to adjust her shoulder in a way that she knocked his arm away, hand releasing from her neck and because Simon was sitting upright it allowed her to secure the rope on his neck. 

Simon choked, spitting on her face as his eyes bulged out and lost all air in his lungs. Hands frantically trying to get under the rope, scratching at her hands and his own skin he was sure it was leaving marks. Their faces were so close, Simon froze at the darkness clouding her visage. Eye void of color, void of any emotion besides pure madness. 

Black spots filled his vision, head becoming hazy and Simon felt his grip on the rope he struggled to overpower loosen. But just when he was about to give in and lose the battle, shots rang out, followed by a wet substance splattering causing him to flinch as it hit his eye. The body above him slumped forward, clutch on the rope releasing and Simon took a loud, gasping breath of air. Heaving as he threw her off him, tore off the rope, and rushed to get up. 

“Simon, come on!” Kate yelled, Deena, Sam, and Josh frozen in horror as they watched the body roll off Simon and he started screaming as he ran towards them. “Come on!” 

“Go! Go! Let’s go!” he shouted, following Josh and Kate back to the ambulance. Meanwhile Sam remained in her place, feeling the need to throw up when she noticed the girl Deena gunned down began to twitch. Then one leg moved, and the other. Until she sat upright, and Sam felt her jaw drop as the gunshot wounds heal themselves. 

Deena grabbed her arm to drag her away, “Come on!” And as they ran for their life to the ambulance, Sam swore she heard the faint sound of whistling in the distance.

Back at Deena and Josh’s house, the group gathered themselves to debrief. “It doesn’t make sense,” Sam shook her head, in disbelief as she processed what they just witnessed. “Bullets didn’t stop her.” 

“Amazing observation,” Kate replied sarcastically while Simon closed the curtains on the window before rushing to the door to ensure it was locked. 

“Who the hell was that?” Deena interrogated him, appalled by the spots of black blood coating his skin.

“How the hell should I know?!” he brushed past her, stuttering out, “She…I don’t--she was hot!” He took claim to the corner of the living room “I don’t know! The bitch seemed normal!” 

“Yeah, well I hate to break it to you, but normal bitches don’t bleed black fucking blood!”

“Well, she was hot and normal,” he defended, frantically waving his hands. “Until she roped my feet and tried to strangle me!” 

Josh’s head snapped up, “Wait. What…a rope?” 

“Yeah, one that you see cowboys use. She roped me up like it was a fucking roundup competition!” Simon gasped for air, “For fuck’s sake she was even dressed like a cow--.”

“Girl,” Josh finished for him, causing Simon to fall silent while everyone turned to Josh with wide eyes. “She was dressed like a cowgirl.” 

Deena, weary of the fact her brother seemed to know that information, turned to Simon unamused, “You saw a random girl dressed like a fucking cowgirl when Halloween is a month away acting odd and after everything we saw tonight, you thought, ‘I’m gonna approach her.’ Really Simon?”

The boy groaned, tilting his head back with his hands going to his hair, “I thought it was some weird kinky foreplay shit!! Cowgirl’s my favorite position--and she had rope--you know kinky bitches like to tie people up!” The others stared at him like he had two heads, appalled by the fact that’s where his mind went initially. “Excuse me for believing she was trying to seduce me!”

“In public?” Kate crossed her arms, narrowing her brows in disgust. “On main street next to the goddamn police station? Jesus, Simon…”

“Whatever,” he rolled his eyes with a huff. “At least none of you were nearly choked to death.”

Josh, who’d been quiet the past couple minutes deep in thought, leaned forward in his seat, “was she whistling something--before she attacked you. Like a tune--an old-timey tune?” The room fell silent. Once again everyone turned to Josh in pure astonishment. 

Simon looked both horrified and amazed, “Jesus, Rain Man. How the fuck do you know that?”

The group followed Josh down to the basement, circling around the small table while Josh snatched a paper tacked to his wall dedicated to the infamous Shadyside mass murders. He slapped the dated newspaper clipping down on the surface, removing his hand to reveal the picture of the girl responsible for the bruises on Simon’s neck. 

“This is Y/n L/n,” Simon pulled the clipping closer to him, the headline reading, 'Rodeo Queen Strangles Competition; Kills Six Before Gunned Down'. “The girl who attacked you.”

“Holy shit!” 

“She was the Union County Rodeo Queen who whistled as she murdered her friends and competitors,” Josh explained. “She strangled them with her own rope and then died when the Sheriff shot her in the chest with a shotgun.”

“Jesus,” Kate frowned, sliding the paper towards her to get a better look. “Yeah, why didn’t I see this on the news?”

“Because it happened fifty-three years ago.” Everyone’s face contorted to shock, Josh pointing at the newspaper date. “1941. Union County got rid of the rodeo right after and turned it into the fair we get every spring.” 

As Josh got up to retrieve more papers from the wall, Simon quickly read the article on Y/n. Discovering she was the four-time champion in her division, ranked the No.1 cowgirl in the county and had been dubbed the best roper of the rodeo. Beating out the male competitors. An impressive title, considering it was the 1940s and although women had been competing in rodeos since the 1800s, it was still a male dominated sport. 

Josh returned to the table with a stack of papers. “Y/n is one of Shadyside’s killers, just like Skull Mask,” he placed the most recent article down. “I mean Ryan Torres. Look, 1978.” He slid another to the middle. “Sixteen years ago. “Masked psycho murders kids at Camp--.””

“Camp Nightwing,” Kate finished, focused on the specific article detailing the gruesome massacre. “Yeah, my mom’s sister was there. That screwed my family up for a long time.”

Josh lowered the next paper reading, ‘Milkman Slays Home Makers.’ “1950, Harry Rooker, local milkman slashes a bunch of housewives. 1935, Humpty Dumpty Killer. 1922, Billy Barker. 1904, Grifter guts girls, and on and on.” One more paper slaps on the table, “It happens in Shadyside over and over. Normal people turn into psychos.”

“Jesus,” Simon exhales, pulling the eerie picture of a man with no eyes from the pile. “Look at this guy.”

“That’s the pastor, Cyrus Miller,” Josh tells him with a grimace, “1666. He was the first one recorded. He, um…” he fights to get the words out, a sinking feeling in his stomach. He lowers his head, refusing to look at his friends, “killed kids and cut out their eyes.” 

Sam, paling like she was about to throw up her guts, pushes up from her criss-cross position on the floor and leaves to the other room. Deena gets up not a second later, following the girl and leaves the three in the main space. 

“None of this is random,” Josh looked at Simon, then at Kate, “It’s Sarah Fier.” The book page of a woman hanging from a tree stared back at them. “She’s turning Shadysiders into killers.”

“Do you really believe that?” Kate asked, unease pooling in her stomach and up to her throat. “I mean--no one actually thinks that this witch shit is real.”

“Yeah,” Simon agreed, or more like wanted to believe. “It’s something babysitters make up to scare kids.” 

“No, no. Just listen to me,” Josh pleaded, “1666, Sarah Fier was hanged for witchcraft, fact. But ever since she was executed, she’s been possessing people, turning them into killers, to take revenge on the town.” He shuffled through the papers. 

“It’s like the nursery rhyme,” Simon surveyed, recalling the story the town always referenced whenever weird shit occurred. 

Josh nodded, “Yeah. Yeah.” 

Simon started to recite to rhyme, “Before the witch’s final breath, she found a way to cheat her death. By cutting off her cursed hand,” his voice stuttered, gulping as he finished, “she kept her grip upon our land. She reaches from beyond the grave to make good men her wicked slaves.” 

After figuring out it was Sarah Fier responsible for the chaos after Sam disturbed her grave and narrowly escaping the Camp Nightwing killer, the gang rushed to the school to begin their plan of luring the henchmen with Sam’s blood where they would end this night once and for all. 

Changing into clothes stolen from the lost & found, they all grabbed buckets and mops to spread blood mixed water on the floors. Creating a trail from every angle to the restroom Sam would be hiding out as bait. From there, she’d escape through the vent and they’d light the bitch on fire. 

Simon was finishing up on the stairs when his body froze, the soft whistling of a slowed down version of what he now knew was ‘Somewhere Over The Rainbow,’ from The Wizard of Oz, echoing along the walls of the hall. His fear confirmed when he turned his head right to see the rodeo queen coming toward him. Hat on her head which made him unable to see the top portion of her face, boots clanking on the tile and twirling the rope like a cowgirl gearing up to wring in a loose calf. 

Dropping the mop, Simon dashed away in the opposite direction where the others were. Skidding to a stop when he reached them, “Dude! She’s here! I saw her!” his shouting combined with the running left him out of breath. “She was--she was so sexy, but fucking crazy still!” He pressed himself against the wall, “She was doing it! Following the blood trails!”

“It’s working,” Kate announced, glancing to the right, “Skull Mask freak, three o’clock.” 

They followed her gaze, landing on the figure just as a new voice filled the halls. One they hadn’t heard yet and sent a chill down their spines. “You always hurt the one…” 

“What the fuck is that?” Simon murmured wide-eyed, turning to Josh for answers. The boy’s face was plagued with terror, gulping as he replied, “That’s Ruby Lane.” 

Just when they were about to react to the new addition to their killer squad, whistling interlaced with Ruby’s singing. Making their blood run cold. 

“Y/n….” Simon whispered right as the rodeo queen manifested from the opposite direction of Skull Mask, flanked beside the singing girl holding a bloodied switchblade. “Both of them, holy shit.”

The group trembled from their positions on the walls, gluing their backs to them in hopes the killers wouldn't brush against their clothing. “This is so dumb,” Kate whimpered, turning to Deena. “If this doesn’t work, I will murder you!” Doors opened from the hallway behind Josh and Simon, all turning to see the Nightwing killer, ax in hand, jogging along the blood trail until he began full on sprinting. 

“They’re all here,” Deena stammered, closing her eyes when Skull Mask strolled past her into the bathroom. Kate did the same as Ruby and Y/n entered, then they all held their breath when Nightwing sprinted the final ten feet. 

All four killers took the bait. All four kicked down a stall to discover it empty. Simon slammed the door to the restroom shut, Kate securing it with a rope while Deena doused the foot of the door in flammable liquid before tossing the lighter down. They heard the killers trying to break through before their screams erupted as the fire grew until it consumed the entirety of the restroom. 

They heard everything. Their screams. Their banging on the doors in a desperate attempt to escape the flames. For a moment, it didn’t feel as though they were undead mass murderers, they were kids. Kids begging for help. 

The blood curling sounds ceased at a loud *bang*. Smoke filling the hallway and the fire dimming down. Grinning, they raced inside to extinguish the remaining flames and saw the evidence of their plan. Black blood and guts coated the floor, painting the walls. They’d done it. They saved themselves. 

Well, that’s at least what they thought until they witnessed the parts of flesh begin to move. 

They should’ve known better than to celebrate their apparent success. For the night was only just beginning.

[roseyswords]

Y'know what's especially insidious about Solomon Goode's deal with the devil? He could have just moved back to the Union Settlement. He didn't have to create Sunnyvale he could've just gone back and he would have been fine. But he had an ego. And therefore needed something to revere him after he was gone. He wanted the power that came from that. And he sacrificed people's lives in order to get it done. When he could've just been happy going back to Union.

[slut4megantheestallion]

"Girls like girls"

Deena Johnson x fem reader

You moved to Shadyside a few months ago, you've heard about about this town being a shithole, and some sort of witch called Sarah Fier possessing people turning them to killers which sounds stupid in Y/n's opinion.

Her Dad died when she was 13, and it shattered y/n's heart. Her mom became a alcoholic, so y/n had to support herself.

Y/n's mother had moved to Shadyside for a fresh start, Y/n thought moving to Shadyside would be the worst idea, but she actually met three amazing people who changed her life.

Y/n met Kate through cheerleading ever since you got on the team. she was your first best friend, but one secret Kate told you was that she sells drugs with her other best friend Simon so they could leave Shadyside one day.

Y/n was totally supportive of that, and she also met Simon, Simon, and y/n's friendship was very flirty they would often flirt and mess around with each other. Y/n had a crush on Simon at first but he had eyes for another girl at school so she knew it would never work, but she still loved Simon as a bestie, He cheered y/n up when she was sad and he was the life of the party.

But the one person that stood out to Y/n was Deena Johnson, She seen Deena in band, Y/n thought she was the most beautiful girl she'd ever seen, her freckles and curly hair. Kate introduced you to Deena. Y/n was very nervous, and she felt like she was going to melt.

You thought you weren't going to be close to Deena but in the end you and Deena were very close, you guys talk about Shadyside, you both hang out alot after-school, you both listen to The pixies.

Y/n wanted to make a move to ask Deena out and tell her that she liked her, but Deena started dating Sam. Deena was very happy, and y/n loved seeing her happy, but she doesn't feel happy that she's with someone else.

Deena and Sam had been dating for six months until they broke up since Sam moved to sunnyvale.

Y/n was there for Deena when Deena needed a shoulder to cry on. She was there for Deena and and her little ''Fuck Sam" phase. You know how much Deena was angry at Sam but you knew she still loved her and would never get over her, Deena even quit band because of her.

But she got back into the band since Sunnyvale was hosting a candlelight vigil for the victims, so players, cheerleaders, and band had to go.

God, you hated those stuck-up Sunnyvale pricks

You made it inside the bus, seeing people amped up, and all up in your face, which you were very annoyed with, so you saw Deena and sat next to her.

"Hey." Y/n said to Deena.

"Hey." Deena responded.

"I don't wanna fucking do this." Deena said.

" Trust me, me too, I'd rater be at home listening to music, not going to Prissyvale." Y/n said, rolling her eyes.

" I don't want to go there but I have to because I have to give this to someone that I used to- it doesn't fucking matter anyway." Deena said mentioning to the box on her lap, which contains pictures and stuff with her and Sam. Y/n wished she was with Deena before Sam did.

It was silent on the bus ride. y/n looked out the window seeing Sunnyvale.

As the bus driver stopped in front of Sunnyvale High School, everyone got out of the school bus and made it to the football field.

Kate walked up to Y/n. " I know you like Deena." Kate said to Y/n straight forwardly.

" What? Is it really that obvious?" Y/n said to Kate questionly.

" Duh, I saw the way you looked at her when you first met her. You look like it was love at first sight." Kate said, smiling at Y/n.

"Well, it's not love at first sight since she's stuck up on Sam." Y/n said.

" Don't worry, you'll find someone, and if you don't, you always have me." Kate said jokingly.

" Shut up." Y/n said as she blushed at the short girl.

Y/n stands next to Deena, Y/n saw Deena looking for someone in the crowd to see Sam with this guy wrapping his arms around her.

Deena looked heartbroken she wanted to be sucked up in a black dark hole and disappear.

Deena left the football field, which made Y/n feel bad for her.

Y/n followed after Deena saw her sitting down in the corner of a wall.

" What's wrong?" Y/n said as she saw her crying.

"Oh, you know Shadyside being a shithole, seeing someone you use to know with someone else." Deena said sarcastically as she laughs, wiping away her tears.

Y/n comes over to Deena sitting right next to.

" I can't believe that she can just pretend like we weren't together and put up this bullshit facade ever since she moved to Sunnyvale, it was like she was ashamed to even say we were together, like I didn't matter to her, I was gonna give her this box of memories we had together but all I want to do is set it on fire." Deena said, feeling anger rise up.

"Maybe you need to let her go." Y/n said to Deena.

Deena gets up, scoffing as she rolls her eyes as she gets up, looking at y/n.

" Do you think it's that easy, she had a impact of my life, and you just expect me to let it go, God that was really fucked up to say Y/n." Deena said angrily

" I'm just saying she made you felt like shit ever sine you guys broke up, you literally quit band because of her, she literally has a impact of your life that you need to let go of, can't you fucking see." Y/n said, defending herself.

" Why did you want me to let go of her?" Deena said, questioning Y/n.

" I don't want to talk about it." Y/n said as her heart beats rapidly as she wants to admit that she likes deena.

"No, tell me, I mean you have so much blunt honesty to tell me to hurt my feelings, so please tell me Y/n." Deena said, targeting Y/n.

" Because I fucking like you!!! Is that what you want me to say? I wanted to tell you I fucking like you for months, but you were to stuck up on sam, that I felt like I was gonna loose you, I know how much you miss her but I just can't stand you talk about her." Y/n confessed as tears come out of her eyes.

Deena didn't say something as she looked at Y/n in her eyes.

" Deena, please say something... you know what? I'm gonna go and leave you alo-" Y/n was cut off as Deena kisses Y/n passionately cupping her face softly.

Y/n kisses Deena back as she waited for this moment to happen ever since she met Deena.

" I'm so fucking sorry, Y/n I was so stuck up on Sam that I didn't realize how much it affected you, I really liked you when I first met but I was so blinded by Sam and how much I wanted to be with her, I really liked you too but I was too scared to admit it and was so stuck on sam." Denna confesses as she looks at Y/n teary eyes.

" When we're done with this, can we eat cheeseburgers and listen to The Pixies and sing our hearts out." Y/n smiles, laughing with tears in her eyes as Deena laughs with her.

"I would love that, and your right I need to move on from Sam and focus on the good side of my life which is you, and I'm sorry for my attitude, that was very bitchy of me." Deena apologized.

" It's OK I've heard worse." Y/n said smiling at Deena.

Deena kissed Y/n again as she rested her forehead on Y/n's

"Y/n L/n, will you be my girlfriend." Deena asked.

" Of course." Y/n said pecking Deena on the lips.

Deena walked hand in hand as they make it back to the football field.

[movingforwardsf]

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[downins]

dating sam fraser headcanons (fem!reader)

note: i forgot how much i enjoyed writing so i'm gonna be more active starting from now on i promise you guys please leave a request

a/n: gay gay gay gay, pure fluff tbh, a little nsfw

before she moved to sunnyvale, she had her eyes on you for a little while. she'd always thought you were hilarious and pretty charming

she tried to get close with you once but she just bailed because you were talking to kate and simon while laughing your ass off

there were a few times where she caught herself staring at you while you both were in class, immediately tried to brush it off like it was nothing

after being shy around you for a long time, she just decided to walk up to you and start a conversation. you thought it was pretty weird at first considering she's never said a word to you most of the time

during breaks, you'd sit together with sam, kate, deena, simon and josh. obviously deena would have some sort of beef with you after noticing that sam has been paying attention to you more than her

she loves it when you hang out with her, like just the both of you, she's herself when you're around her and she loves that about you

she keeps her feelings to herself a lot and she opens up the most to you only when she can't handle things, you're always there for her when she needs you

you're optimistic even though you're in shadyside, you had goals to get out of there and start a whole new life somewhere far away

after she moved to sunnyvale, you were in despair. it felt like your heart was ripped in half. simon and kate knew that you were in love with sam right away after seeing how moody you were when she left

"oh cmon y/n look at you! stop lying to us just admit that you have feelings for sam"

they enjoy teasing you about it, it's pretty much a routine for them

on weekends, you'd try to visit sam as much as you could, she loves it when she sees you at her doorstep, it brings her so much joy

her mum doesn't like you that much but since you're a huge nerd she allows sam to hang out at yours.

she's so talkative in private and it makes you like her even more. you show her your sketchbooks and let her listen to your mixtapes. you even make her mixtape cassettes before she goes back home. you try to hint her by putting in a bunch of love songs in it, you also lend her your hoodie because she "gets cold easily", you knew it was a lie but she looks so good in your clothes and you liked it a lot

when she's alone and she misses you, she'd listen to the mixtapes and hug your hoodie a lot

kisses with her are so so so cute, she always gets blushy and flustered when you'd kiss her out of the blue or in front of people

she loves being able to drag you in a private corner to make out with you and just feel you close to her

there was that one time where you and sam were watching a movie together with deena, kate, simon, josh and you could feel sam's hands moving up and down your thigh signaling she was really bored and would rather do something else

you quickly got the hint and made up some lame excuse to leave the living hall with sam and simon immediately whispered "theyre gonna fuck" to kate earning a hard nudge from deena

sam's really gentle and always ensures you're comfortable before engaging in anything new (shes so omfg)

you're pretty close to kate and you're kind of touchy whenever you're with her, for example when you guys laugh you'd lean on her shoulder and she'd do that hand thing on your head. this makes sam so jealous but all she could do is shut up about it

she rarely voices out about the things that upset her so you'd have to ask her about stuff like that yourself

you try to communicate with her calmly as much as possible because she's also going through some stuff and you wouldn't want to make it worse for her

she loves it when you hug her for a long period of time, she feels safe and secure whenever she's in your arms

a/n: there WILL be a part 2 hehehe

[raisedbyanother]

Back to my “Let‘s Ziggy/Nick up this romcom” bullshit: The Parent Trap

Flashback to Teenage Ziggy and Nick returning to their homes in Shadyside and Sunnyvale respectively, two years after running away together. Each of them is holding an identical baby.

Present day: Nathan “Nate” Berman from Shadyside and Noah Goode from Sunnyvale both arrive at Camp Nightwing to spend their summer. After the first shock of finding their look-a-like, smart ass trouble maker Nate and rich boy goody two-shoes Noah bound after discovering that deep down they are both dorky weirdo loners.

When they plan a revenge prank on a fellow camper, they learn that they were both inspired by the same story of their parent dumping a bucket of critters on Sheila back in the day and figure out that they are in fact twins and share the same mother and father.

They hatch the plan to impersonate each other and switch places in order to meet the other parent and find out what let to their separation and splitting up the twins. So when the time comes to go home, Noah leaves in the bus heading for Shadyside and Ziggy while Nate goes to Sunnyvale and Nick.

We then get all the shenanigans and tropes that come with trying to pass as someone else and not get caught. Like Mayor Tom acting up after sniffing Noah because that ain’t his Nate. Nate getting lost trying to find his/Noah's room in the Mansion. The big twist however, is that all those years ago Nick took the younger twin, Noah, thinking he found a loophole from having his oldest continuing the curse. But now that the heir Nate has returned to Sunnyvale, Satan is calling him to the tunnels…

Things to play around with: The big one is whenever Ziggy does know about the pact and it was a factor in Nick and Ziggy breaking up in the first place.

Cindy? Is she around or did she die?

While it would go with the plot of the movie to give Nick a snobby Sunnyvale fiancée, we all know there’s no moving on from Ziggy for this man. Maybe Ziggy is going on dates with Nate’s Gym teacher or something. 😈

The Bachelor | The Runaway Bride | Heartbreakers

[catlady5001]

end of year fic recs

somehow it's almost 2024. where did the year go. where.

here // part two

i want to share some fics i really enjoyed this year, organized by fandom! each fic will have a short summary, the word count, and a + symbol if it's a work in progress!

fandoms:

Fear Street

Stranger Things

Percy Jackson

under a read more for people who just want to keep scrolling :)

Fear Street

break the chain by cassiopeia721 (@cassiopeia721). when Sam is forced to move to Sunnyvale due to her parent’s divorce, she’s shocked by how weird it is there. 5k, crack and angst

Stranger Things

always surprised by what i do for love by birthdaycandles (@steveharrington). dustin, lucas and mike are at a halloween party when they find someone dressed up as an injured steve harrington, and take it upon themselves to defend his honor. 6k, oneshot, hurt/comfort

the end is here (and we do it a hundred times over) by placebythering. set during season 4, steve keeps reliving the day of the apocalypse. 126k, angst with a happy ending

strange (but not a stranger) by heartofwinterfell (@nancywheeeler). mike wheeler character study - he struggles with feeling replaced by eddie. 10k, slice of life

this must be the place by palmviolet (@palmviolet). set after starcourt, robin stays at the byer's for one night - one night that quickly turns into two, then three, then many many more. 25k+, slice of life with fluff and angst

view from a bridge by palmviolet (@palmviolet). a retelling of season four that imagines a completely different type of monster - a cosmic horror. this is one of my favorite stranger things fics of all time. 173k, horror

In A Strange Land by MrsEvadneCake (@mrs-evadne-cake). set after season 2, it focuses on the eldritch monster that has invaded hawkins. another incredible fic. 180k, horror

you are young and life is long (and there is time to kill today) by heartofwinterfell (@nancywheeeler). series with two fics, one from eddie's perspective and one from steve's, about the timeloop they went through. eddie remembers. steve doesn't. 70k, angst with a happy ending

I've seen your face before, my friend, but I don't know if you know who I am by HMSLusitania (@hmslusitania). after S4, the stranger things gang has to time travel back to 1983 to fix everything. they get the chance to lead normal lives from that point onward, but everything has changed - making things very weird for eddie munson, who has no idea what's happened that makes Steve Harrington of all people try to befriend him. 27k, fix-it (this fic is ao3 locked)

a boy, a tender age by Kostas. in the aftermath of season 4, joyce byers adopts steve harrington. 11k, hurt/comfort

good for my boy by MacksDramaticShenanigans (@stevethehairington). the first time wayne munson met steve harrington (completely by accident). 7k, domestic fluff

HEARING DAMAGE by yes_bella_no. steve learns to live with his hearing damage, post S4. 35k, hurt/comfort

light my way by lesbianrobin (@lesbianrobin). in which Wayne doesn't meet Steve until quite a while after he and Eddie start dating. 10k, domestic fluff

Love and Honor but Not Obey by crow_of_crimes (Theyna_Shipper). a story about steve and robin's marriage of convenience and their (failed) attempt to keep it a secret. 11k, angst and fluff

the lathe by palmviolet (@palmviolet). my favorite steve timeloop fic. set during the season four apocalypse.

sub-culture by palmviolet (@palmviolet). steve is pretty convinced eddie now hates him. turns out eddie has the opposite problem. 61k, hurt/comfort

eating in the underworld by greatunironic (@greatunironic). 8-fic series in an au where steve goes with hopper, joyce and murray to the underground russian base and doesn't return. 103k, angst with a happy ending

an eye for an by pukner (@pukner). six times that the boy who calls himself Steve Harrington feels real, and one time he realizes that he isn't. 18k, angst with an unhappy ending. tw violence

i can give you a heartbeat by soupbitchin. ghost eddie tries to get someone to notice him. 114k, fix-it

STEVE’S FIRST BRUISE by cairparavels. spider-man steve au. 47k, hurt/comfort

hellfire (save my soul) by philomendron (tetrapteryx). steve asks eddie for help planning robin a birthday party set in the Cabaret of Hell . everything spirals from there. 49k+, slice of life / hurt/comfort

always burning, world keeps turning by pukner (@pukner). eddie survives season four, and is around to deal with the massive post-apocalyptic fallout. between all of the 'post-earthquake' mess, he and steve figure out what they mean to each other. 2-fic series, 61k+, hurt/comfort

i'll kiss your mouth, and you'll be better for it by cpressmn. somehow, steve and eddie are the last ones to realize they are dating. 8k, minor hurt/comfort

The Very Best People by scioscribe. something is very wrong in a seemingly normal suburb. steve and robin go undercover to investigate. 18k, mystery

this demo will save your life by oh_simone (@aiyahsimone). The summer after Vecna, Steve ends up managing Eddie’s band. 13k, fluff

I Like to See You in the Morning Light by BonitaBreezy (@bonitabreezy). eddie survived the apocalypse. now everyone has to deal with the fallout. 27k, hurt/comfort

you're beautiful (every little piece, love) by strawberryspence (@strawberryspence). for eleven, steve shaves his hair. 7k, hurt/comfort

Of Kings and Cult-Leaders by ladyofthenorthernlights. dustin convinces steve to host eddie's latest d&d campaign. 12k, hurt/comfort

It's Not a Big Deal by AidaRonan (@aidaronan). after S4, eddie survives, but his entire life is locked away in the Upside Down forever (his books, his DnD stuff, his guitar.). steve takes it upon himself to replace them. 12k, hurt/comfort

Percy Jackson

here comes the sun by seaweedbraens (@seaweedbraens). au where percy and annabeth are soulmates, and percy is a roman. 23k, hurt/comfort

if i were to pluck on your heartstrings and if i were to pluck on your heartstrings.by seaweedbraens (@seaweedbraens). a percabeth soulmate au told from two perspectives. annabeth knows who her soulmate is before percy knows his, and misunderstandings ensue. 45k, hurt/comfort

kiss me once 'cause you know i had a long night by herecomesthepun. no powers au where the PJO gang work together. "Annabeth is married, Percy is new and Jason is really trying to be a good friend here." 12k, comedy

Everything, And Then Some by palestinianpercy (@sar-soor). no powers au. percy is a wildlife photographer who ends up coming on his best friend's band tour to help them out while he looks for a new job and gets his life back on track. 127k, hurt/comfort

ends and beginnings series by palestinianpercy (@sar-soor). no powers au where percy and annabeth meet by chance, and while they know that what they have can't last forever, they can't resist each other. 146k, hurt/comfort

we made a lot of music dancing (you and i) by vll8586 (@percyheartsannabeth). au where percy and annabeth are dancers in a ballet company, and grow closer after being cast to perform a pas de deux together. 11k, fluff and romance

Not By Design by inkncoffee. Paul's journey from that guy dating Sally to being Percy's father. 11k, hurt/comfort

constellations by liketolaugh (@liketolaugh-writes). a series fic detailing the immense therapy percy goes through post PJO and post HoO. it's incredibly therapeutic to read. 310k+, hurt/comfort

Laying Waste To Halloween by pinspec (@pinspec). follows percy and annabeth through their childhood and teenage years. 127k, hurt/comfort

Not So Shore by bananannabeth (@bananannabeth). mortals meet percabeth au. 10k, slice of life

bring me home by pjoseries (divineauthor). percy jackson is twenty-six when hera takes his memories. alternate HoO AU. 4k, canon-divergent

is this the way to exit my youth? by afromaniiac (@afromaniiac). Percy gets a bottle of vodka for his birthday. He isn’t a fan. He and Annabeth talk about it. 1k, hurt/comfort

[cindybermanfics1978]

Trapped

Pairing: Cindy Berman x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, slight smut???

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: you and cindy get trapped in a neighboring cabin.

You were walking around camp, minding your own business until a girl catches your eyes as her boyfriend glares at you.

"Dyke!" He shouts.

You turn to him and put your middle finger up, causing him to turn in the other direction and leave. You continued to stare before you took a seat on the picnic bench.

"Go fuck yourself, asswipe." You curse under your breath whilst looking down, before seeing a pair of legs standing in front of you. Looking up, you see Cindy above- smiling like always. You hated it.

Ever since Cindy became a goody two shoes and started dating Thomas Slater, you knew she never was the same or liked you back which made you break into a million pieces and so you decided to find something else to do with your time.

But you two never expected to be trapped in a cabin together.

"So, I see you're messing around with Sunnyvalers again. You already got your second strike- do you know what would happen if you left?"

"What am I doing wrong? You're the one who's over here getting in my business." You say getting up from your seat.

Cindy follows you as she starts ranting about you getting in trouble. In that moment, you felt like Ziggy as you make your way into your cabin.

Standing in the middle of the cabin and watching Cindy closing the door behind her, still ranting. The two of you stop bickering as something loud barricades the door from the outside.

"What the hell was that?"

"I-I don't know," Cindy says as she walks over to the door and tries to rattle the knob.

She can't get the door to open as she can feel the heavy weight. She curses under her breath before leaving the door and sitting on your bed, you sit next to her. The two of you sit there awkwardly as the day slowly passes and soon eventually the two of you begin to talk. ~~~ It's been three hours since the two of you got stuck, you sigh while shuffling in your spot then grabbing your book from your bag. Cindy leans against the wall and sighs, trying not to swear out loud but it slips out.

"Dammit. Why isn't Tommy coming to rescue us? Surely, he must know that I'm gone. I'm his girlfriend, he should know."

"Ugh! Here we go again."

"Why are you so ...so mean? Is there something wrong with me and Tommy being together?"

"Yes, everything's wrong." You say. "I don't want to say it because you won't feel the same way- so I'm gonna keep my mouth shut."

The way you said made Cindy kinda mad, she glares at you before expression softens. Cindy stands up, she jumps on top of you and grabs your book from your hands, and drops it to the floor. You cross your arms, pout, and look away before she rests her finger under your chin gently making you look into her eyes. You uncross your arms and rest them on Cindy's waist as she leans in closer.

You freeze. Cindy fucking Berman is straddling you.

"Are you a lesbian, Y/N?" Cindy asks as you look away as tears form in your eyes. She wipes them as you glance at her. She gets off of you and moves away. She decides to look for another way out, trying to get away from this awkward moment.

"Yes," You quietly say.

"Huh? What did you say?" She asks, looking towards you as you begin to sweat.

"Yes, I'm a lesbian, Cindy. I'm sorry for not coming out prior."

"No, no. It's fine, Y/N. I am sorry for not coming to you first. To be honest, I've been hiding my sexuality as well. I've faked my sexuality because no one wants a lesbian goody two shoes gossiping about different people."

"Oh, my god. Cindy."

She shushes you when she hears scattering, she moves over to you as you wonder what's going on. She looks out the window and tries to open it, but nothing happens. She thought she heard Tommy out there but she then has an idea pop into her head.

"Fuck it. Y/N, I'm in love with you. Would you like to be my girlfriend?"

"Oh, Cindy. Yes. Yes! I will be."

"Great."

Cindy brings you into a kiss, her hands roam your body as you kiss her harder. She drags you over to your bed and you two plop down on the mattress, still kissing. She removes your shirt, then kissing again.

She shimmies out of her shorts, then straddles you. You giggle at her before pulling her face toward yours when you hear the door open.

"Holy shit. I'm so sorry." Tommy says.

Cindy and you part ways and get dressed as she fixes her hair, looking towards Tommy as he chuckles. He sees you and Cindy, his eyes go wide.

"I hope you don't mind." Cindy shyly says.

"No, I'm okay with it. Just still in shock."

You and Cindy walk out of the cabin, hand in hand, heading to the mess hall to get some food, not knowing that it's midnight already. You and her sit alone together, she smiles at you then take a bite of her food.

"I'm thankful right now." You say.

"Me too. I'm glad we are together, but also happy that someone saved us. Even though you didn't want it to be Tommy you should be happy about it."

"I am, just still a little embarrassed that he walked in on us almost doing it."

"Yeah, but at least we're not stuck and actually out and safe."

"Same. I can't sleep in my cabin tonight after getting stuck."

"Come sleep with me, you'll be okay."

You two clean up and sneak into her cabin and curl up together then fall asleep on each other. Even though things were awkward and weird today, you both manage to come clean with the truth. You now know who Cindy really is.

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

F/Obruary Day 3 - Baking

pairing: Summer + Ricky LaFleur

summary: Summer and Ricky spend an afternoon baking a batch of pot brownies.

word count: 1.4k

cw: substance use, weed mentions

note: takes place during early s3 of tpb :)

divider by @/saradika :)

Summer sighed as she heard the unmistakable sound of a fist pounding at her door. It was a sound she had gotten awfully used to hearing in the time she’d been living in Sunnyvale, especially with some of the types of neighbors she was surrounded by. She opened the door with a sour face, which brightened as she realized who stood in front of her.

“Ricky, hey-”

“Those brownies you made for me… How the fuck did you do that?”

“Well, hello to you too,” Summer exhaled.

“I’m serious,” Ricky shot back, stepping into the trailer uninvited. “Those were, like, the best fuckin’ weed brownies I’ve ever had in my fuckin’ life. Like, I need you to show me how you made ‘em.”

“Well, Rick, I think all I’ve got right now is some shitty mall weed-”

“Got it covered,” he responded, fishing around in his pocket for some of his own stash. He pulled a few loose buds out of his pocket, handing them over to her.

“Okay, well… Let’s get the pocket lint off these, I guess,” Summer exhaled, chuckling at his overly-excited demeanor. This wasn’t exactly how she was expecting to spend her afternoon. She had no qualms with spending time with Ricky, though – the two of them were… Sort of together? Honestly, she wasn’t entirely sure. They had slept together a couple times, gone on a few dates... All signs were pointing to “yes,” but she wasn’t sure either of them were really fully prepared to commit to the idea of being a proper couple.

Ricky made his way to the kitchen, a short walk from the front door. He drummed his hands against the countertop, leaning forward on it as he watched Summer search the living room for her grinder, bent over the arm of the couch. A smirk spread across his face as his eyes scanned over her ass, tight against the denim that was enveloping it. “I can feel you gawking at me, Rick,” she called, rolling her eyes as she stood back up.

“I dunno what you’re talkin’ about,” Ricky responded, tearing his eyes away just in time for her to turn around.

“Uh huh,” she muttered, entering the kitchen, already working on grinding the bud in her hands. “Can you grab a baking pan for this? They’re under the stove.”

Ricky nodded, doing as he was asked. Summer was surprised he was being so quiet, but she knew it wouldn’t last – he never was the quiet type. The longer he remained in her trailer, especially in her kitchen, the more chaotic things would certainly become. He tossed the pan on the counter next to Summer, watching over her shoulder as she worked. His hands found their way to her hips, his body slowly coming in closer and closer to hers.

“Alright, I think we should have enough,” she said after preparing the pan. “This stuff’s gotta go in the oven for, like, an hour by itself… What do you wanna do while we wait?”

“I can think of a few ideas,” Ricky said, his voice low as he pressed his body up against hers.

“No,” Summer replied, rolling her eyes playfully. “If we start fucking right now, we’re gonna lose track of time and burn my fucking trailer down – and, no offense, but I’m not moving into your car.”

“Fair enough,” Ricky chuckled, pulling away from her a bit, leaning back against the counter. “I mean, I guess we could smoke and play video games or somethin’?”

The hour passed like molasses, and both Summer and Ricky found themselves buzzed by the end of it. Summer had paced herself, but Ricky, of course, allowed himself to get far more fucked up. They giggled amongst each other as they returned to the kitchen, stumbling along the way, to retrieve the dried dope from the oven. After setting it on the stovetop, Summer rummaged through the cabinets for a small pot and her favorite glass bowl. Meanwhile, Ricky was spending far too much time searching the fridge for butter.

“Rick, Jesus, they should be right in one of the drawers,” Summer told him, shoving him out of the way slightly with her hip. She pulled two sticks out of the new box, waving them in front of Ricky’s face.

“Oh, shit, I forgot fridges had those,” he laughed.

“Alright,” Summer sighed, rolling her eyes. “Think you can manage keeping an eye on the stove?”

“I think so,” Ricky responded.

“Okay, good… Because I was gonna let you take care of the weed butter.”

“Oh, fuck yeah! I can do that!”

He snatched the pot off the counter, almost smacking Summer in the face in the process. Despite his inebriated clumsiness, Summer trusted him with this task much more than she trusted him to properly measure and mix all the other ingredients. She assumed that he had surely done this on his own before, anyway. As he watched over the butter simmering on the stovetop, she greased her brownie pan, and combined her dry ingredients in their own separate bowl. She portioned out the rest of the ingredients, watching the clock as Ricky played his part. Once the butter only had a few minutes left to simmer, she threw some chocolate chips in the microwave to melt, leaving the half-empty bag on the counter, knowing full well that Ricky would eat whatever was left.

As carefully as a man like Ricky could manage, he poured the glorious butter mixture into the glass bowl with the chocolate. Naturally, a bit splashed back on him, resulting in a “fuck” slipping from his lips, and a new stain surely forming on his shirt. Summer couldn’t help but laugh slightly, wetting a paper towel and dabbing at the small splatters. He watched her with hearts in his eyes as she did so – it was such a small show of affection, but Ricky couldn’t remember the last time someone was so gentle with him. 

His eyes continued to follow her as she added the rest of the wet ingredients to the glass bowl, opting to mix them with a spoon rather than a hand-mixer. He almost didn’t hear her ask him to grab some eggs from the fridge – which, of course, was a bit of a mistake on her part, as it resulted in more eggs cracking on the floor than in the mixing bowl. She should’ve guessed. He shot her an apologetic look before they both burst into laughter. The mess could be cleaned up later. 

After the eggs, all that was left was the dry ingredients, which Summer offered for Ricky to add – slowly, she had to clarify. Still, he ended up getting flour on both of them. “Ricky, Jesus,” Summer giggled, attempting to wipe the flour off of her shirt, but only making the mess worse. She offered a bit of batter to him on her finger, which he happily took into his mouth, groaning as he did so.

By the time the brownies made their way into the oven, the kitchen looked… Well, honestly, better than Summer had initially expected. Still definitely a mess, but nowhere near as bad as she knew it could’ve gotten. Ricky really was on his best behavior.

The two of them spent the half hour it took the brownies to bake lounging on the couch, lazily making out between rounds of Frogger and the occasional toke. If she was being honest, Summer could’ve probably lived like this forever. She was really enjoying whatever it was she and Ricky were getting themselves into – she just couldn’t help but worry that it wouldn’t last. But, for now, she was reveling in it, reaping whatever benefits she felt she was getting from being his girl, even if he wasn’t going to call her that.

Against their better judgment, the two of them helped themselves to a small piece of brownie mere moments after removing the pan from the oven. The softness made it difficult for them to cut a piece, leaving it jagged and uneven, and, of course, it was so hot that it surely burnt both of their mouths. Still, they were perfectly moist, and Ricky decided that the taste was worth whatever taste buds he burned.

“Fuck,” Ricky muttered. “These are, like, maybe even better than the last ones. You should sell these or somethin’.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Summer mused. “We could work together, make all kinds of shit.”

“Fuck yeah! We should! I mean, clearly we make a great team.”

“Yeah, we do, don’t we?” Summer smiled.

[hiddenwritingsintheworld]

Welcome to SunnyVale Oneshot

(Guyyyyysss Im literally just writing and posting whatever pops in my head at this point My Alpha is about two paragraphs from being done :P Be watching for it!! Cruel Summer Ch. 2 should be finished by the weekend too annnd im gonna work on Midnight Rain Ch. 2! So lots goin on! :D anywho, I love Trailer Park Boys and have been watching it on repeat for WEEKS. So I just had this cute idea and figured I'd write it since I cant sleep! :P )

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“Come on Bubs! Hurry up! We’re going to be late!” Julian yelled as Bubbles said goodbye to his kitties. “Boys, boys, boys!” J-Roc ran over across the road toward them. “Yall aint never gonna believe this! We got a reunion comin!!!” J-Roc grinned as Ricky looked at him, “what in the fuck are you talkin about J-Roc?” 

Julian took a sip of his drink as a large black bus pulled into Sunnyvale Trailer park.”So listen I heard from a friend of a friend that Y/N was in town. Rumor has it, she's gonna come do a tour of the park.” J-Roc said looking from Bubbles and Ricky, to which they all glanced at Julian. “What?” he snapped at them. “Well Julian…last time you and Y/N saw each other…she was tellin you she was leavin and you were ...well you were gonna ask her to marry you, until she……said……that….and you…..well…you know….broke her heart,” Bubbles said as an awkward silence filled the air. Julian sighed loudly and took a bigger drink of his drink as the large black bus drove slowly and carefully down the road, before coming to a stop. 

The air brake let out and the door opened, a few moments passed and suddenly, Julian felt like his heart had stopped and dropped into his stomach. Everything seemed to move in slow motion for him as you stepped off the bus. You wore a pair of suede thigh high heeled boots, a pair of black tights, they were the sheer kind that made Julian’s knees weak, you had on a burnt orange tight mini skirt on, and a black long sleeved shirt. When you looked up, your hair was curled in loose big curls, the wind lightly blowing your hair. You suddenly got the biggest grin on your face and darted toward the group of guys standing there. “Oh my gosh!!!” 

You laughed as you jumped hugging Ricky, the guy who was like the dumb, protective big brother you never got to have. You don’t know how many times Ricky saved your ass from getting into trouble either with Jim Lahey, the trailer park supervisor, or the cops whenever Julian and Ricky came up with some stupid plan. “Hey bugz!” Ricky had started calling you bugz when you guys were just kids, because you always had a ladybug or butterfly landing on you. He said you attracted bugs and teased you about it alot. 

Next to whisk you into a bear hug was your very bestest friend Bubbles; which the guys didn’t know but you still talked to regularly. “I’ve missed you bubs!” you laughed as he pinched at your belly “Whos got your belly?” “Don’t touch my fuckin belly bubs!” you both laughed again as he hugged you one more time. “I’ve missed you around here Y/N, we all have.” Bubbles said as you both pulled apart. You smiled and looked at Julian, “Hey Julian,” you said, willing to step up and hug him, but the longer the silence went on, the more awkward it got. “Hey fucktard, are you gonna speak or did your brain not get enough words movin arounds in there?” Ricky smacked his arm as you laughed softly. You’d forgotten just how Ricky talked, sometimes you really missed living here, other times, you wish you could have brought them with you, but you knew they would never leave their beloved trailer park. 

Julian let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d held since you turned and stared at him. “Wow,” he whispered to himself, but it was loud enough that all of you heard him. You felt a small blush creep up your cheeks, “Still drinking rum huh?” you asked him, smiling some as he cleared his throat, taking a large drink, and not the usual sip. “Oh, I brought presents! Give me one second!” You turned your hair flipping around, wafting the smell of your shampoo, mixed with your perfume all around. “Hey Mike!” You hollered while walking toward the bus, “Can you grab that blue duffle bag in the back for me?” you asked as you stood just a few feet from the guys. 

That smell hit Julian like a brick house as he closed his eyes, “I can’t do this.” he mumbled to Bubbles and Ricky before he turned and stormed back to his trailer, slamming the front door shut. He leaned back against it before flinging his glass at the opposite wall, letting it shatter and liquor spill to the ground. 

You turned at the sound of the door slamming and frowned. “Why’d he leave? I have a gift for him too.” you smiled a little awkwardly at Ricky and Bubbles. “Uh, I think he had to um, go, look at a book or something, anyways what’d you bring us Y/N?” Bubbles asked as you gave him a soft smile. It wasn’t easy for you either to see Julian, that night before you left played over in your mind a lot. 

******

15 years ago

You rode your bike down the street, the sun setting on your last few days of summer, you couldn’t wait to tell Julian, he was going to be so proud of you. You rode up to the stairs of his trailer and put on the kick stand before jogging up the stairs and letting yourself inside. “Jules? You home?” you called out, but not hearing a word. You pushed out your lips and walked toward the back where his bedroom was, “Yeah Ricky. I fuckin know. I'm nervous as hell the way it is. Dont you think I know that you fucking idiot?” He was on the phone in his bedroom. “Listen I’m busy tonight but I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Just don’t fuck up,” he hung up the phone and turned around to see you leaning on the doorway smiling softly. “Hey-how long you been standin there?” he asked as you smiled and shrugged. “Long enough to know you’re nervous about something...you two boys doin another deal?” you asked as he sat down on the bed, pulling you to straddle his lap. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart, what are you doin here this late?” you smiled, kissing him softly. “I have something to tell you,” you whispered against his lips. 

*****

You’d given the boys their gifts, Bubbles got a rocket ship, directly from NASA with his own spacesuit and a couple of real moon rocks and Ricky had gotten a customized glass bong. “Take care of that Ricky…..I figured you’d like it.” you laughed as they ran off starting to play with Bubbles rocket. You took this chance to slip away and go to Julians, knocking softly on the door. 

A few moments later the door opened and Julian stood there, hair wet from a shower, slicked back by the water, sweatpants hanging low on his hips with a towel around his shoulders. “Y/N. Hey, uh, what are you doin here?” he asked as you forced a smile. “Uh, I have a gift for you.” you said patting the duffle bag that hung off your shoulder. “Oh, you didn’t need to get me anything.” he said as he stepped aside and let you come in. 

Walking in, you stood awkwardly as he closed the door and moved toward the couch. “You can come sit down ya know?” he said, looking at you. You nodded and walked over sitting next to him. “Um,” you cleared your throat and dug around in the duffle bag. “Sorry, I would have wrapped it better, but I made a special stop for it.” you handed the box to him, watching him look confused, you smiled as he opened it. 

Inside, laid a very old and special bottle of Rum, Harewood Barbados 1780, to be exact. “Holy…fucking…shit.” he looked at you, a look of shock on his face. “Oh! It wasn’t a big deal….I know a guy who knows a guy,” you laughed softly. “You know someone who owns a $29,000 bottle of Rum?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as you smiled bashfully. “I know two guys now who own a bottle of $29,000 Rum.” you said as he smiled watching you grab another box. “Can’t drink expensive rum without new glasses.” you said handing him the black box. 

Julian smiled down at the gifts in his lap, before the memories came rushing back. “Listen…Y/N….I meant to write back…when you wrote me that letter….I just…got busy…and I didn’t…know exactly what to say.” You shook your head waving a hand. “Not a big deal….I moved on, I’m sure you did too. We’re adults now and that was 15 years ago so, you know, what's in the past,” you said looking down. 

Julian put his gifts aside and moved closer to you. “I’ve followed your career,” he said smiling as you looked at him. “What?” you tried not to laugh. “I doubt I sing the kinda music you like,” you laughed as he did, “While that’s true, I do listen to your music. You’re talented. You always have been…” he said softly as you stared at him, “Julian…I’m sorry I left. But tomorrow I’m going to show everyone where I was raised and where I lived with my parents. And I want you and the guys to be in the video.” you smiled as he chuckled “I’m sure we can make that happen.” 

Julian got you both a drink, and you began to get caught up on each other’s lives. “See Ricky…I’m tellin you that was a genius idea.” Bubbles whispered as they peaked in Julians windows. “He’ll finally tell her after all these years.” 

You were trying to catch your breath from laughing so hard when Julian put a hand on your leg. You looked at him as he stared at you, smiling softly. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered as you nodded. “I’ve missed you too.” A few more moments of staring at each other passed before he grabbed you and pulled you in close, kissing you deeply. 

After a few moments, Julian pulled away and sighed, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” he got up running a hand through his hair. “Fuck!” he yelled causing you to jump. “I should go.” you said quietly as you gathered your stuff and stood up. “No, please don’t go,” he sighed “just…..wait here.” he walked back to his bedroom, returning a few moments later, his signature black t-shirt clinging to the muscles that ran through his chest and stomach. “You weren’t the only one keeping a secret….” he pulled his hand out of his pocket, a black velvet box resting in his hands. “It’s nothing fancy…..I got it from Mrs. Peterson. When she died, she willed it to me, along with some money and other stuff…but….” he opened it, revealing the small, beautiful gold ring inside. The tiny cluster of diamonds sat directly in the middle. You stared down at it, unsure of what was going to happen, or what would have. “.....you….you wanted to marry me?” you whispered as he nodded. “But…then you said everything you said….and….” you looked at him, your brows pulling down together as confusion took over your face. “You lied to me didn't you?” you asked as he sighed. “I panicked, I didn't know what else to do…” you scuffed, shaking your head as you backed away and grabbed your stuff. “I can’t believe you Julian…you lied to me…you swore you never would.” you shook your head. “Whoa, you lied to me too.” Julian said as you looked appalled at him. “Are you kidding me? I didn’t lie to you, Julian. I WAS pregnant when I left. I took the damn test. And guess what? I rehearsed through the miscarriage, I performed when and where I needed to, so now I can go around and buy $30,000 bottles of Rum to impress someone I was head over heels in love with, in the hopes that I might get a tiny taste of what I used to have in life before I lost it all!” you yelled before you stormed out.

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Compurobot II CR 200 (Greenbot Robot) (Systema Compurobot "Charles") by Axlon, Sunnyvale, CA (1984). The Compurobot is programmed using the remote control to enter a sequence of actions. It can move forward, backward, turn left or right, curve left or right, and wait. Each of these movements can be repeated by entering a number following it. For example, pressing the 'forward' button followed by '3' programs the robot to move forward for 3 seconds.