#simon fear street x reader

[lowkeyrobin]

hello love, hope youre doing well!

If it's not any trouble, could you write a oneshot with simon kalivoda from fear street? Like they're working together at the supermarket (pre-curse)--something like that. Perhaps they're dating? Whatever you feel comfortable with!

ooo okay I can try for you!! ; thanks for requesting, hope you enjoy! ; had to put this in drabble form cause I could NOT make a oneshot of this I'm so sorry :,)

SIMON KALIVODA ; work buddies

summary ; working with simon is an experience

warnings ; language, small sexual jokes, kinda predatory manager?? (toward simon)

word count ; 296

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this mofo has been employee of the month forever

like since the dawn of time

since the jurassic era

he's always flexing how he's the apex predator in a habitat of you and your coworkers

like okay bud

it's kinda cute tho

he's so proud of his achievements man

and he gets a free dinner out of you once a month when he gets re-awarded with it

helping employee of the month steal prescription drugs at work >>>>

he's such a menace when working late

night shifts are the worst

it's so slow by the time 9 hits so that's when primary restocking happens

this dumbass pulls you into the back to just make out with you for ages

or when you're restocking he'll do anything to distract you

he'll loop his hands around your waist / hug you from behind, throw shit at you, etc

he's broken a couple things shoving you against shelves, whether it be when play fighting or when the sexual tension gets heavy

this dumb bitch once told you "oh don't clock out on break, you'll get more money"

so you did

and you almost got fired.

omg you HATED him after that

he felt bad cause he didn't realize you'd get into trouble cause he never did

he's like a managers pet

it's freaky

your manager lowk has the hots for Simon

he laughs it off / plays into it but you find it so weird

thankfully that freak got replaced

he'll happily shoot himself up with an epi-pen when he's tired

esp during night shifts

like gang WHAT.

you're usually on register while he's at the pharmacy

how, don't ask, bc he's not qualified

he handles drugs anywhere anytime apparently

he's an interesting boyfriend-coworker

but he's the only reason you go to work, so...

[jamesmcalover]

we did not die that night

Simon Kalivoda x afab!reader

Warnings: (maybe slight angst???) fluff, oral sex

Summary: Reader walks in on Simon wanking in the bathroom that night.

3.7k words - not proofread!

"Sorry! I'm sorry!" I yelled, my hands quickly shielding my eyes from the very naked body of my friend. Not only was he naked, he was clearly enjoying himself before I burst into the boys' bathroom. I was definitely not expecting someone wanking in there, to be fair. Feeling my cheeks flush, I walked back outside, shutting the door and waited until it was safe for me to go in again. A shaky breath escaped my lungs and I found myself pacing a few steps in front of the bathroom. That was weird, I thought, such an interesting time to wank. Was he turned on by that weird chick that tried to murder him with a razor blade? He said she was hot...

I looked into the empty and dark hallway of the school. It made me sick and uncomfortable standing in it all alone. Before I could panick, Simon was shouting for me.

"You can come in now!" His voice sounded muffled through the heavy door. As I pushed it open again – much slower this time – his eyes found mine. He looked embarrassed, which was weird. Simon was never embarrassed about anything. That boy was an open book.

"I'm really sorry," I said, "I should've knocked." He was wearing a blue knitted cardigan now, it probably smelled a bit musty from laying in the lost-and-found box for such a long time, but it looked pretty on him. Much better than the sweaty shirt he was wearing two days in a row that had Sam's blood on it and almost got him killed.

"It's alright. I didn't really pick the best place," he replied with a small grin. There he was again.

"I'd tell you that I haven't seen anything but I kinda did... see everything." My voice became smaller, much quieter, saying the last words. I had embarrassed him again, his big blue eyes were filled with guilt and I was desperate to loosen the uncomfortable tension in the room.

"But we might die tonight, so... you won't have to worry about that," I said. He laughed.

We did not die that night.

Sam died – for a few minutes at least – but she came back to life and all of us were questioned by the police. They didn't believe us, but they never do, do they?

A few days passed before we returned to school, back to the place where we'd tried to kill those monsters. Almost no trace of that night remained. The floors were spotless, no sign of Sam's blood, and the classroom door destroyed by the axe had already been replaced. Only the girls' bathroom was still barricaded. I didn't even want to imagine what it looked like on the inside.

Walking by the bathrooms, I wondered if Simon still thought about me bursting in on him mid-masturbation sometimes. Because I did. I tried forgetting, but the images didn't seem to fade. Everytime I closed my eyes, I saw his hand gripping his thick cock, moving up and down frantically. His head thrown back, his blonde locks slightly bouncing, mouth hanging open, panting.

I wouldn't admit it, but I had caught myself fantasising about it from time to time. I had thought about his cock in class once, it wasn't huge, but it wasn't small either. It was thick, though, and I wondered how it would feel in my hand, or my mouth even, my tongue dancing on his tip until he came on it. I wondered how his cum would taste like, what sounds me might make when he came.

When I snapped back into reality, I was praying to God no one near me was secretly able to read my mind – I wasn't even religious but I shouldn't think like that, Simon is my friend, nothing more.

I hadn't really seen him the past week. He came back to school a few days later because of an a stab wound to his stomach he'd suffered in the store that night, so I hadn't had the chance – or maybe the courage – to talk to him about what happened. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to. Of if he did.

At lunch, I quickly spotted him talking to Deena as they got their food. A band-aid covered the cut on his neck, and his lip was still a bit swollen from when he hit the ground. He probably felt badass walking down the school corridors looking like that, telling people he'd almost been brutally stabbed but managed to escape and survive.

Deena was barely hurt that night, which was unfair given she'd dragged us all into this mess. Maybe it was harsh of me to say, but if it weren't for her, I wouldn’t have been there, nearly sliced in half, all because she crashed that Sunnyvaler's car.

And to top it off, she still managed to pull Sam. I had been avoiding her, though I doubted she'd noticed. It felt as if I was made of air.

I saw Simon looking around, scanning the cafeteria, but his eyes never found mine.

A loud thud from the locker beside me made me jump, my heart leaping into my throat. It didn't take much to scare me anymore – I startled at every little noise. I turned to see Simon grinning, his usual cocky self.

"Jesus, you scared the shit out of me, shit face" I said, now relieved it was only him.

"Sorry." He said, though he wasn't. He loved scaring me. His grin widened. "Have you been avoiding me?"

"Not really." I hugged the book tighter, trying not to meet his gaze.

"You sure about that?" His tone was teasing, but there was something else there, just under the surface. When I finally met his eyes, images from that night in the bathroom started flooding my mind again. face went hot, and I was pretty sure my cheeks turned slightly red. I hoped he wouldn't notice.

"Yeah, I've just been... processing?" It sounded more like a question than a real answer.

Simon raised an eyebrow. "Processing what?" I frowned. What did he think I was trying to process?

"You know... almost getting murdered. Watching my friends almost get murdered. All that stuff."

His grin faded, replaced by something softer. For a moment he seemed like he wanted to say something serious, but instead, he leaned against the locker and shurgged. "I guess we didn't die, though."

I let out a small chuckle at his reference to what I said after I caught him. "Guess not." I said. "Do you still think about it?"

I didn't know if I meant the blood and slaughter or me seeing him wank. I was probably thinking about the latter more at this point.

"I try not to but... y'know. It's all in my head." He said. I hummed, not sure which question he gave me an answer to.

Later that night, I tossed around in my bed. It was too early to sleep, but I hated being awake. Sleep was the only escape from reality I had left – everything else made me think about what happened.

After thirty minutes of failed attempts to fall asleep, I gave up. I got up, dressed again, and brushed my hair, which had become tangled from all the tossing and turning. It was just after six, and my parents weren’t even home yet. Simon must still be at work, too, I thought.

Grabbing my keys, I stepped out of the house and wandered slowly along the streets toward the grocery store he worked at. Being alone in the streets still scared me sometimes, but it wasn’t a long walk.

The store also showed no signs of undead zombie killers. It was as if nothing had ever happened there.

As i rounded a corner into the isle, where sam had been lying dead, I came face-to-face with Simon, who looked at me in surprise.

"Y/N, I didn't expect to see you here!" He exclaimed, his voice enthusiastic but slightly higher-pitched than usual.

"I couldn't sleep," I said, my voice sounding flatter than I insisted. "Thought I'd come bother you instead."

Simon smirked, leaning on the cart he'd been pushing. "I'm always down to be bothered." But his eyes showed concern. "Are you okay though?"

I shrugged, running my fingers over the keys in my pocket. "Are any of us?"

He didn't answer right away, and for a second, the hum of fluorescent lights above us felt too loud. Finally, he said, "I get off in half an hour. Do you want me to walk you home?"

I smiled up at him. I never realised how pretty his eyes were and how cute his slightly crooked teeth made him look. "Sure. Thank you," I said.

"Wanna help me stock shelves until i'm off? It's mind-numbing, but at least you won't think about... you know." He handed me one of the cereal boxes from his cart. I hesitated but nodded. Mind-numbing sounded exactly like what I needed.

We quickly went from stocking the shelves in silence to goofing around and avoiding work until his shit ended. For a little while, it felt like things were back to normal—no awkwardness, no heaviness hanging over us. I realized how much I’d missed that.

The walk home was quieter again, but not uncomfortably so. I laughed at his bad jokes and half-hearted attempts to cheer me up.

"Thanks for walking me home," I said as we reached my door. The empty driveway implied that my parents were still at work. They worked late shifts almost every day, so the house would be dark and silent, as always.

Simon smiled. "No problem. It’s what I'm here for, right? Keeping you out of trouble."

I laughed softly, my hand lingering on the doorknob. The thought of going inside alone suddenly felt unbearable.

"Hey," I said before I could second-guess myself. "Do you want to come in? Just for a bit?"

He raised an eyebrow teasingly. "You sure? I thought your whole thing was avoiding me."

I rolled my eyes. "I wasn't avoiding you." His grin told me he didn't believe me, but I pressed on. "Anyway, my parents won't be home for a while, and I'm not ready to sit in there by myself yet."

His expression softened, and he nodded. "Alright. Lead the way, then."

As I pushed the door open and stepped into the quiet house, I realized how much I needed the company.

I led him into my bedroom and sat on my bed, as he stood awkwardly in the middle of my room, unsure of where to sit.

I let out a snort. "You can sit on my bed, Simon. You won't get cooties," I teased as I scooted further back until my back rested against the wall. Simon smirked and plopped down at the foot of my bed, sitting crisscrossed and facing me.

"Aren't you mad?" I finally asked after a few seconds of silence between us. Simon looked at me confused. "At Deena, I mean."

"Not really. Why? Are you?" He asked me and I took a deep breath, not knowing how to answer.

"Yeah."

Simon's eyebrows lifted slightly, but he didn't say anything right away. He just watched me, waiting for me to explain.

"I mean… none of this would've happened if it weren't for her," I said, my voice low. "She's the one who crashed the car. She's the one who dragged us into all of this. And now…" I trailed off, struggling to put the tangled mess of my feelings into words. "I can’t stop thinking about what happened. What could've happened."

Simon nodded slowly, his expression thoughtful. "I get that," he said. "But… I don't know. Deena didn't exactly want this to happen, you know? She was just trying to help Sam. I guess if I'm mad at anyone, it's… those things. The witch."

"Yeah, well, you can't yell at undead monsters," I muttered.

Simon gave me a small, lopsided smile. "True. But you can yell at me if it helps."

I couldn’t help but laugh, even as my chest tightened. "I won’t."

"Okay, but seriously," he said, his tone softening. "You've got every right to be mad, but don’t let it eat you up. You survived, Y/N. That’s what matters, right?"

"You're right," I said, picking at the dry skin on my fingers until it peeled off. "I just don't understand why everyone pretends like nothing ever happened."

"People rather forget than face their trauma," Simon replied softly.

I hummed in response and lay down, the side of my face pressing against the cool pillow. Simon stayed seated at the foot of the bed, watching me.

"Can I ask you something?" I heard myself mumble. "You don't have to answer." He nodded.

"Why did you... wank? Why in the middle of all that mess?"

Simon’s eyes locked onto mine, his gaze intense. He didn’t look embarrassed about it anymore. He paused for a moment before speaking.

"I guess it was the adrenaline? I don't know, I think I was trying to feel normal. Everything was so messed up, and I just wanted one thing that made sense, you know?"

I blinked, caught off guard by his honesty. I hadn't actually expected him to explain, let alone like this.

"I don't know if that makes sense," he added, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

"It does," I said softly.

I patted the empty space next to me, inviting him to lie down beside me. The bed slightly bounced as his back hit the soft mattress. He looked up at the ceiling, his eyes darting restlessly as though they were trying to take in everything at once, never still. His hair was falling from his face, soft blonde curls pooling on on my pillow.

I reached my hand out in his direction slowly until it was in his hair. He closed his eyes as I twisted his strands around my fingers. "What are you thinking about?" I asked after a long silence.

Simon’s lips quirked up in a small smile. "Nothing and everything," he said.

His body shifted, turning to face mine. I felt his breath on my face, only inches between us now. My hand was still in his hair, but it didn't move anymore, just rested there. His Eyes roamed across my face, studying me like he was memorizing every little detail.

"What are you doing?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

He didn't answer right away. Instead, his gaze lingered on my lips before flicking back to meet my eyes. "Looking," he said quietly. "You're hard to read, you know that?"

I swallowed, suddenly hyperaware of the way my heart pounded in my chest. "What are you trying to read?"

Simon's lips curved into the faintest smile. "Everything you’re not saying."

I slowly leaned forward, my heart pounding in my chest, until I felt his shaky breath on my lips. I hesitated for a second, giving him the chance to pull away if he wanted to. But he didn’t.

Closing the small gap between us, my lips brushed against his in a gentle kiss. It was soft, and over before I had the chance to overthink it.

When I pulled back, his eyes fluttered open, searching mine. The corners of his mouth twitched into a big smile before he leaned over to kiss me again. I felt his hand brushing away a strand of hair, then rest on my cheek. He pushed me on my back, slightly hovering over me now. My hands found his neck, buried in his hair once again. The second kiss was heated, fast and left me breathless.

"Fuck," I breathed when Simon pulled away for a second, only to cover my neck in kisses now. I inhaled sharply, as I had not expected that, but I wasn't irritated.

"Simon," I murmured, my voice a mix of surprise and something I couldn't quite name.

His lips paused against my skin, and he lifted his head just enough to meet my gaze. For a second, the intensity in his eyes made it hard to breathe.

"Is this okay?" He asked, his voice low, almost hesitant.

I nodded, my hands sliding down to rest on his shoulders. "Yeah," I whispered.

A flicker of relief crossed his face before his lips found mine again, in a short, sweet kiss, before they returned to my neck. His hands were roaming over hips, my stomach and my breasts, leaving a squeeze from time to time.

My hands slid down to his torso, gripping him as I pulled him closer. He shifted, his weight pressing against me until he was fully on top, and I could feel his boner on my hip through his pants. The images of him with his cock exposed came back and suddenly, I was hungry.

I pushed him off of my body and climbed on his, kissing him hard while I fiddled with his belt.

"Is this okay?" I asked him in between kisses and he looked at me with his big blue eyes.

"Fuck, yes," he replied. I quickly unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off of him. It was only covered by the thin fabric of his unterwear now. I ignored the urge to touch him for a second, as I pushed his shirt up and motioning for him to take it off. He was now only wearing his socks and underwear, and I was still fully clothed. Simon pulled at the hem of my shirt, so I let him take it off, his eyes found my chest immediately. I was wearing a white bra with tiny cherries on it and usually, I would've been embarrassed, but it was different with Simon. I didn't have to be embarrassed by anything with him.

I let my hands roam over his chest briefly, before they disappeared in his briefs. He threw his head back into the pillows immediately and let out a quiet moan.

He looked like I had remembered, only laying down this time, and with my hand on his dick, instead of his own.

I moved the briefs down a little, pulling him out. His cock looked even better up close, the veins decorating it made my mouth water. I leaned my head down and thickly licked the underside of his shaft. Simon's head basically shot up to look at me.

"Fuck," he whispered, his thumb was rubbing my cheek slightly, before he buried his hand in my hair. I could feel his grip tighten with every up and down, his breath became shorter and shorter, moans and groans louder.

"Fuck, Y/N, I-" He came in my mouth, the thick and salty substance felt weird on my tongue, but not unpleasant. I quickly swallowed it and licked his tip clean before pulling of. Drool was running down my chin. I wiped it on the back of my hand. Simon's breathing was quick, his eyes heavy as he looked at me. He took my hand into his and pulled me forward so I'd lie on him, and planted a short kiss on my lips.

"That was fucking hot," he said and I let out a chuckle at that.

"I'm glad you liked it," I said with a smirk. He put a strand of hair behind my ear gently, looking at me with tender eyes, before pushing me down to lie on the mattress. I looked at the ceiling as I felt his lips and tongue explore my body, his hands gripping everything they possibly could.

He opened my pants and I lifted my hips to help him pull them off together with my panties. I quickly got rid of my bra in that process as well. Simon paused. He looked at my body, taking in every tiny detail, as if he was scared he would forget what I had looked like. I felt pretty under his gaze. His hands found my boobs again, brushing over my hard nipples. They wandered down, his left hand stopping at my hips, his right going further down, stopping at my public bone. He looked up to me, seeing me nod, before scooting his body further down between my legs to be at eye-level with my most private part of my body.

I felt him let out a short breath, as his finger moved between my folds, feeling how wet I was because of him. "Fuck," I heard him whisper. I let my head fall into my pillows. They smelled like his hair now and I tried to inhale that smell while his tongue met my clit and I let out a shaky moan.

"Oh God," I said, his tongue dancing around in the wetness of my cunt. My hands were in his hair – probably their favourite place to be in – pulling his locks, trying to get him closer as I was coming with a loud whine.

The orgasm hit me so intensely that my vision went blurry for a second, and I had to regulate my breathing.

"Was that good?" Simon asked me, now lying next to me with his hands found in my hair, stroking it slightly. I looked at him like he was crazy. My juices still glistened on his chin.

"That was probably the best orgasm I've ever had," I told him truthfully as I wiped his chin with the corner of my blanked that was now covering our naked bodies. Simon grinned proudly at me.

"I'm glad we didn't die that night," I said after a moment of silence. He smiled at me and pressed a kiss to my forehead.

"And I'm glad you caught me masturbating." I let out a loud laugh, slightly shoving his shoulder.

"Idiot."

Simon grinned big at me an laid his head on my chest. "I think we should start going out." He said while his fingers fiddled with a loose thread on my blanket.

I smiled softly. "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend?"

"Not yet, I want to take you on a date first."

"I'd like that," I said, gently caressing his back with one hand and stroking his head with the other.

[multific]

Back From The Dead

Simon Kalivoda x Reader

Summary: Months after Simon Kalivoda’s tragic death, you visit his grave, never expecting to see him again. But Shadyside is full of horrors. And maybe, just maybe, a miracle. 

Shadyside had a way of swallowing people whole, leaving nothing but ghosts behind.

That’s what you told yourself when you stood at Simon Kalivoda’s grave, fingers tightening around the bouquet of flowers in your hands. 

It had been months. 

Long enough for the town to move on, long enough for people to stop whispering about the massacre. 

But you never moved on.

How could you? 

He wasn’t just another name on the news. He was Simon. 

Loud, ridiculous, reckless Simon who swore he’d live forever.

And yet here you were, talking to a headstone.

“I hate this,” you muttered, kneeling in the dirt. “You weren’t supposed to go out like that. Not you.” Your voice cracked, and you clenched your jaw. “And now I’m standing here, talking to you like a crazy person, hoping you can hear me wherever you are.”

The wind howled through the trees, rustling the leaves around you. A chill ran up your spine, but you ignored it.

“I miss you,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “More than I thought was possible.”

A sharp crack echoed through the cemetery. It was like twigs snapping underfoot. 

You froze. 

Slowly, you turned, expecting some drunk kids messing around. But there was no one there. Just rows of gravestones, shadows stretching long beneath the moonlight.

You swallowed hard and turned back. 

Only to come face to face with Simon.

Your breath caught, the world tilting sideways. You couldn't even scream.

He looked… real. Solid. Alive. 

Not a ghostly figure or a vision, but Simon.

He was standing there in his stupid ripped jeans and an oversized hoodie, hair messy as ever.

Your heart hammered. “What the-”

“Holy shit.” His voice was rough like he hadn’t used it in a long time. His wide, disbelieving eyes scanned you before he let out a breathless laugh. “I-am I dead? Wait, no-was I dead?”

You stumbled back, hands shaking. “This isn’t real.”

Simon looked just as freaked out as you, staring at his own hands before touching his chest. “I-this is so fucked up.” His eyes flicked back to you, desperate. “Is this a dream? Am I dreaming?”

You didn’t know what to say. You could barely breathe. Your mind screamed at you to run, but your heart-your heart told you to move closer.

“Simon,” you whispered.

His eyes softened. “It’s really you.”

Tears blurred your vision as you reached out, hesitantly brushing your fingers against his arm. Warm. Real.

He was real.

That was all it took. Suddenly, you were throwing yourself at him, and Simon caught you without hesitation, arms wrapping around you like he’d never let go. 

He smelled the same, faint cologne, cheap shampoo, a hint of candy.

“I thought you were gone,” you choked out against his shoulder.

Simon exhaled shakily, squeezing you tighter. “Me too.” He pulled back just enough to look at you. “What happened? I-” He swallowed hard. “I remember the axe. The pain. And then… nothing.” His brows furrowed. “How the hell am I here?”

You shook your head. “I don’t know. I don’t care.”

Simon let out a breathless laugh. “God, I missed you.” His hands cupped your face, thumbs brushing away the stray tears. “I don’t know what’s going on, but if this is real and I get a second chance...” He swallowed hard, searching your face. “I don’t wanna waste it.”

Your throat tightened. “You never wasted anything, Si.”

He huffed. “That’s not true. I wasted so much time pretending I didn’t want more with you.” His voice dropped, more serious than you’d ever heard it. “I want it now. If you’ll have me.”

You didn’t answer. You just kissed him.

And when he kissed you back, warm and alive and real, you knew one thing for certain.

Simon Kalivoda might have died that night.

But somehow, some way, he had come back for you.

And this time, you weren’t letting go.

Shadyside is full of horrors. And maybe, just maybe, you were allowed a single miracle. 

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

Simon Kalivoda - In a Relationship

warning : kiss, fluff, tiny hurt/comfort

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°It was love at first sight for the blond when he saw you for the first time, he couldn't suppress the love-struck grin on his lips, you were just too beautiful. Above all, the school mascot couldn't be stopped from trying to get you to notice him, from letters in class that went to you, to handing in the muffin from the cafeteria that was the best and mostly the only edible one. Or his favorite was when he brought a movie. After endless attempts, how can you say no to a guy like Simon?

°From the moment you first met, he seemed to never stop loving you. Not a day went by when you didn't see him smiling, his head in his hands, looking at you dreamily. ,,You're just so pretty,” he always defended himself when you told him he could leave it alone, and at first you thought he was trying to get rid of you...no chance, Simon didn't leave your side. Why should he when he had the most beautiful girl in town and could hold her hand.

°Wherever you go or drive, he entertains you with his jokes, movie facts and maybe a few pills, although this only spurs him on more to give you compliments. ,,Even if your hand fell off, I'd still hold it,” he said during a car ride when he traced your knuckles with his fingers. Simon just loved holding your hand or both hands, feeling your warmth and life. A warmth that he always radiated, even the metal of his rings seemed to warm up.

°When it's getting cooler, he'll look forward to movie dates, buy snacks and wear his witch makeup or go as a character from one of the movies, ,,Welcome to Simon's fantastic movie empire, my sweet,” he opened the door while wearing a blue overall and his hair was more disheveled than usual, and she guessed Michael Myers, which she was right about. The sweet thing about Simon, was that he was so fascinated by horror movies and popped one popcorn after the other, he jumped at a jump scare, took your hand and clung to you, laughing, ,,My sweet protector,” he said, embarrassed, as he slowly climbed off you after jumping into your lap.

°Just because Simon was quite jumpy and excited, it didn't mean that he didn't have quiet moments. In fact, especially in the evening when the sun had not yet set, he was often calmer, enjoying a warm cocoa with you, sitting on his bed, he rummaged for his black nail polish, ,,I'll make you even more beautiful, trust me, it'll look great,” he said encouragingly and wiped a strand behind his ear before turning up the small cap and gently taking her hand. The determined look in his blue eyes, the way he pushed his hair back and the broad smile when he was finished were worth it all by themselves.

°But as loud as he could be, he was also embarrassed when you kissed him, whether it was a kiss on the cheek that made his cheeks turn pink or on the lips and he put his hand on your side, held you gently and closed his eyes to enjoy the moment, ,,I love you so fricking much,” he told you. Simon was completely relaxed about intimacy and appreciated every little touch, from holding hands to a gentle to intense kiss. As long as he was with you, felt you or even saw you smile, his heart melted immediately.

°Even in rather dark moments, when he had taken too much drugs mixed with alcohol, you stayed by his side when he threw up in the toilet, but always held your hand, casting a grateful glance at your pale face that you would not forget him like others and that you saw him as so much more than just the drug dealer or the school bully. But even in those painful moments, from your period to bad shitty days, he was by your side, either giving you space or closeness with snatches and cuddles, without which there was always something that calmed him down.

°Even small gestures like helping him with the witch make-up, a couple costume for Halloween or the easy braiding of his hair strands into which small colorful ribbons were laid were activities that showed him how close you were. This naturalness between you, the love that lay in the exchanged glances, the kisses that ended with a broad smile or just having the other with you was simply the most romantic thing you could have in Shadyside.

°His favorite nicknames for you are: Heart, Sweetie, Witch, Goddess

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[yearsbecomingcool]

thrill me, chill me, fulfill me | simon kalivoda

donate to gaza here | masterlist

pairing | college au!simon x co-worker!reader

synopsis | simon has gone off to college and started working at a movie theater where he meets you. it doesn't take long for him to fall to you and one thing leads to another and he's on his knees in front of you in the office.

warnings | 18+!!!! mdni!!!, sexual content, semi-public sex, subby!simon, oral f!receiving, dom!reader, f!reader, public humiliation, sexual fantasies, mentions of piv, attempted footjob, we're getting into pet-lay territory with some of this dialogue, reader calls simon 'puppy', dry humping, and a fluffy ending.

word count | 7.1k

a/n | i love rocky horror so much and i feel like simon would love it too so all the sequences at the rocky horror screening were so much fun. i still haven't been able to go to a screening but it seems so fun. i also had to make him work at a theater because the movie theater is my happy place and i have to throw my interests in somehow!!

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Simon Kalivoda had managed to do the impossible, he graduated high school and got the fuck out of Shadyside…temporarily at least. He’d gotten into Kent State and was sad he didn’t have the grades to join Kate somewhere better but he’d take what he could get. He’d saved up enough money from his years working at the grocery store to put down a deposit for an apartment near campus and started his summer off by applying at as many places near campus as possible. The first one to call him back was a family owned movie theater by campus, they were known for hosting screenings of The Rocky Horror Picture Show and tons of midnight movies. He quickly took the job and that’s where he met you. 

His first shift was one of the midnight shadow cast screenings of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. He had no idea what he was in for, but you spent the first hour of your shift getting him caught up. You leaned against the concession counter, sipping on a Dr. Pepper. “All these people are gonna come in looking like they came from those cool queer clubs in New York. They’re nice but one of the biggest parts of this is making a total mess so it’s gonna be a bitch to clean but they tip great. They throw rice, newspapers, confetti, toilet paper, toast, and cards. A few people have been known to throw hot dogs and prunes too so be on the lookout for that. They bring in water guns and all kinds of shit, it’s a whole thing.”

“And Eli is okay with that?” Simon asks, slack jawed. He can’t believe the owner would be okay with patrons making such a mess.

“It’s good for business and it’s fun, he’d never admit it but I always see him go into the theater when it starts, he loooooves that shit. I’ve gone on nights off before, it is pretty fun. They have a whole ritual for virgins, people who’ve never gone to one of those midnight showings, it’s humiliating…and a little fun.”

“Did you have to do that ritual?” Simon is pretty intrigued.

“Oh yeah. I came in with my fishnets and sequin hot pants thinking I could be unnoticed but the people who run these remember everybody. They put a giant V on my forehead in red lipstick when I walked in and they pulled me and all the other ‘virgins’ up on stage. They really like the shy ones, which of course I was. They made all of us fake an orgasm and the two they liked best got pulled up for the wedding scene to be Ralph and Betty.”

Simon tilts his head like a puppy, “How’d you do?” He has a stupid little smirk on his face when he says it.

“Let’s just say I made the best Betty Monroe this town has ever seen.” He throws his head back and laughs in a way that makes you wanna kiss him.

“Laugh it up for now but next screening I’m making sure you’re off and I’ll be front and center to watch them pull you up there. Just how good of an actor are you, Simon?”

He smirks, “You’ll just have to wait for my debut.

You and Simon become friends quite quickly, you’re both around the same age and soak up movie knowledge like a sponge. Your slow shifts are spent going head to head in movie trivia and arguing over franchises and sequels. 

“There’s no way you think the Nightmare on Elm Street films are better than the Friday the 13th films, you’re full of shit Simon!”

“The only thing I’m full of is correct opinions. Jason is boring, he doesn’t ever talk. Freddy could kill him easily,” Simon retorts, pointing his twizzler at you.  

You smack the twizzler, “Bullshit! Freddy can only get people in their dreams, does Jason even sleep?”

He opens his mouth to speak but closes it soon after, he reaches up and scratches his head. “Wait, fuck, does he sleep? I think you just destroyed my whole argument here…”

“Maybe it’s a draw? If Jason can’t sleep they can’t fight…” You trail off.

“Whatever. Nightmare is still better than Friday, Freddy makes the movies. What does Jason have besides dumb teenagers having sex and getting killed with a machete?”

Before you can respond someone slaps the bell on the counter, “Shouldn’t you two be working?” It’s Eli, the owner and lead manager of the theater. He doesn’t look too amused by your bickering with Simon.

“Sorry Eli…I’ll go clean the bathroom or something…” You mutter, slipping out from behind the counter and heading for the supply closet. Simon watches you as you walk off and Eli rolls his eyes, snapping his fingers in front of Simon’s face.

“You need to be more subtle, y'know. I know she’s a pretty little thing but I didn’t hire you to stare all day, start restocking. You’re a good employee, don’t fuck it up with some silly little workplace romance. I’ve seen enough fizzle out to know how they all end, I don’t feel like losing either one of my best employees this year.” 

Simon sighs and salutes Eli, “You got it boss. I’ll stick to fantasizing about the girls on the posters instead.”

“Better,” Eli jokes before heading to his office.

As the school year was starting up along came another Rocky Horror showing. You’d pulled some strings and managed to get Simon off work that night just like you’d promised. He had freaked out over what to wear but you told him whatever he wore would be fine since you’d be doing his makeup anyway. He settled on a black blazer, black jeans, a band t-shirt, and his signature combat boots. He met you at your dorm like you insisted so you could help him get ready. He maneuvered through the halls until he’d found your room. A small whiteboard hung on the door, your name written in big blocky letters. You had a small dry erase marker hanging on the door for people to write or draw on it. Before knocking on your door Simon uncapped the marker and drew a little smiley face under your name. He knocks on your door and his eyes go wide when he sees you. You’re standing in front of him in a loose black corset that you’re holding against your chest, a pair of tiny rainbow sequin shorts, a pair of fishnets, and some platform boots. “Great timing, I needed someone to lace me up!” You pull him into your dorm room, shutting the door behind him. His eyes wander around your room, clothes spill out of the small laundry basket near your open closet door, posters you’ve taken home from the theater line your walls. You’ve got a framed poster of ‘Serial Mom’ hanging above your bed. You nod your head towards it, “Eli got me into John Waters when I started working at the theater, he gave me that framed poster to celebrate my one year anniversary of working at the theater.”

“That’s so cool of him…I can’t say I’ve ever seen Serial Mom.”

“I’ve got it on tape, we’ll watch it sometime. But for now can you lace me up?” You ask, turning your back to him. The laces of your corset hang loose down your back. His eyes wander lower than they should and he briefly admires how your ass looks in those shorts, the bottoms of your cheeks hanging out just enough for his mind to go crazy. He clears his throat and begins to pull at the laces, he doesn’t pull tight enough, feeling scared to hurt you.

“Pull harder, you won’t hurt me, promise. I just really don’t need to flash anyone tonight more than I already am,” you laugh. 

His face is flushed and his hands tremble as he pulls the strings tighter and tighter against your skin. You bend forward in a way that makes his breath get caught in his throat, “Pull as hard as you can, I’m serious.” He gulps and obeys, pulling the strings as hard as he can. You whimper softly as he does, “There we go…tie it for me.” He carefully ties the things of the corset, double knotting it just to be sure it’s secure. He takes a step back when he’s done and watches as you stand up straight, checking that it fits right. You turn back to him with a smile, “Thank you! Now let’s get you ready, yeah? Sit on the bed for me.”

Simon sits down on the bed obediently, eyes following you as you go over to your desk and rifle through your makeup drawer until you find what you’re looking for. You set a small eyeshadow palette and a few brushes on the bed next to Simon, holding a gel eyeliner pen in your hands. You stand between his legs and bend down, “I’m gonna make you pretty. Just do what I say so it doesn’t get fucked up, ‘kay?”

He nods in response, trying to keep eye contact and not let his eyes wander. 

“Look up for me, this is gonna feel weird but I won’t hurt you.” As Simon looks up you very carefully apply the black eyeliner to his waterline, his face scrunches up as he tries desperately not to blink. 

“Fuck this feels weird!” Simon exclaims, his hands balled up into fists against the comforter.

“I’m sorry! Sorry! I’ll try to speed it up, let me just…” You quickly outline about halfway under both eyes before playing the eyeliner down and reaching for your eyeshadow palette and a small brush. You smoke out the line beneath his eye before applying a soft silver shimmer to both eyes. After that you start on his top lids, you hold him by the chin as you lean towards him. “This is gonna feel awful but please don’t move.”

“You owe for this,” Simon mutters, enjoying the feeling of you holding him in place.

“Whatever you say…” You start quickly applying eyeliner to his upper waterline and he groans in discomfort.

“Oh what the fuck?! What are you doing?!” He yelps, hands reaching forward for your waist. His hands curl into the fabric of your shorts.

“Simon, stop! Fuck…just let me…can you lay down? It might make it easier on both of us.”

“I uhh…yeah…sure just uh…w-whatever you need to do…” He stumbles over his words, laying back on your twin sized bed. You climb onto him, straddling his hips. You lean over him and giggle when you look down at him, “Is this okay?”

“Yeah, it’s um…it’s fine.” He prays you don’t notice how red he is. You notice. 

You lean down towards him to finish applying the eyeliner to his waterline. His hands grip your hips and his breathing is unsteady, this having an effect on him and you love it. You’ve always been into the submissive types, a strong muscled man who takes charge has never really done it for you. The dorky guys who would do anything you said no matter what are more for you. When Simon was first hired you were instantly intrigued. You begged Eli to put him with you for his first shift and he did. He was witty enough to keep up with you but intimidated enough to let you order him around, he was just what you’d been wanting. “Close your eyes for me.” You watch as he obeys and you apply a thin line of eyeliner onto his eyelids, just barely peeking above his lash line. You smoke it out with the same black eyeshadow from before and then take a silver glitter and apply it to his inner corner. You add mascara as a final step before rolling off him, “Go see what you think.” You smile over at him as he gets up from the bed and goes over to your vanity mirror to look. His jaw drops and his eyes widen as he looks at himself in the mirror. 

“Oh shit! I look…hot?” This is the confidence he needs for the rest of the night to not fall to his knees and beg you to kiss him. In high school he’d always act more confident than he really was, he pretended he was some smooth ladies man and women would just fall to his feet. That couldn’t have been further from the truth. The most action he’d get was a few girls flirting to try and get lower prices on whatever pills they were buying off him that week. Well that’s not entirely true. He wasn’t a virgin, he’d lost his virginity when he was 16. It wasn’t anything special, a nervous hookup with a girl he met at a party. They were both nervous and it was sloppy, fine but forgettable. His hand had really been the only one to keep him company as the years went on.

You laugh and walk over to him, grabbing him by his shoulder to turn him towards you. You take a look examining his face carefully, “I think you need some blush.” You shove him down into your desk chair and look through your makeup for a shade that’ll look nice on him. He hardly needs it though after how you manhandled him. You come back over with a soft pink shade and a brush. You apply the blush, careful to not add too much. You use it almost as a contour, following his bones structure and fanning it out onto his cheeks. You turn the chair for him to look back into the mirror, “Now you look really hot.”

“Woah…I do…goddamn. The only other makeup I’ve worn before was like…green face paint in high school and some black on my eyebrows. I uh, I used to be my school's mascot. We were the witches,” he explains. 

“I can totally imagine you as a school mascot, you have that energy,” you say as you put away your makeup.

“Thanks…I think?”

“I meant that in a good way, I swear!” You say defensively as you stroll over to your closet looking for a jacket. You hold up two options for Simon to choose from, a black leather jacket and a black blazer. “Which one do you think?”

Simon thinks for a minute examining his options, if you wore the blazer you could kind of match him but the leather jacket would look cool too. “Uhh…blazer, definitely the blazer.”

“Good choice, we can match. You shove the leather jacket back into the closet and slip on the blazer. It’s longer than Simon expected, falling just above your shorts. It looks like you may as well be pantless, not that he’s complaining of course.

You sit on your bed with a handwritten list of call outs and prop instructions. You made a bag of props for you and Simon to share as well. Simon scoots the chair closer to take a look. He smiles at your messy handwriting and the stickers that adorn the sheet. The top reads ‘A Virgin’s Guide to Rocky Horror’. He’s more than happy that the blush you applied earlier conceals his actual blushing. You hand the list to him, your fingers brushing as you do. You’ve obviously touched before but every touch after you straddled him earlier makes him feel like he’s on fire. “I made it for you, it’s way too much to memorize for your first time so you can just read it off whenever it’s time.” You give him a soft smile, taking a second to admire how the eyeliner makes his blue eyes pop. 

“Thank you, seriously you didn’t have to do all this.” Simon was worried about making friends when he went off to college, it felt weird to be separated from Kate and Deena after being friends for so long. Thanks to you he didn’t need to worry anymore, you welcomed him on his first day at work like you had been friends for years.

“I know but I couldn’t have you looking stupid, could I?” You laugh, reaching for your purse. You look through it until you find your bright red lipstick, the exact one you’re wearing right now. You lean forward, signaling him to lean down. “Almost forgot…” You uncap the lipstick and draw a giant red V on his forehead. “There, look’s complete now.”

“What happened to make sure I didn’t look stupid?” He groans, leaning back in his chair.

“Hey! It’s tradition, don’t blame me. It was gonna end up on you one way or another. Just be thankful I got it over with now, yeah?”

He rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “Can’t believe I let you talk me into this.”

“Shut up, you’re gonna have a great time and you look hot, seriously everyone is gonna go crazy for that eyeliner. You should be thanking me honestly, if at least one person doesn’t ask for your number tonight I’ll be shocked. I mean seriously, look at you.” You motion to him.

He feels his cheeks heat up and his mouth go dry. He doesn’t know how to say he wants it to be you who asks for his number, he wants it to be you who kisses him in the theater bathroom and messes up his hair in the process. Instead he chuckles, “We’ll see.”

“Don’t let me leave disappointed, pretty boy.” You ruffle his hair playfully, he wishes you’d tug him by it and pull him into a kiss instead.

The drive to the theater is more nerve wracking than he’d like to admit. Five minutes of pure anxiety as you try to quickly explain the film to him. “Fuck it’s so sexy and fun, it changed my life when I first watched it. My parents are total conservatives, they hate anything fun and liberating, so I watched it for the first time at a friend's house. It completely changed my life. I stopped really giving a shit about what my parents and all those other conservative losers thought about me and started living for me. I’ve never looked back since.”

“I’ve kind of done the same. Shadyside was kind of a nightmare to live in. All those Sunnyvale kids judged us just for where we were born, it was fucked. I think I stopped caring just to spite them and their stuck up attitudes, y’know?”

You turn to look at him, interested in learning more. “What was Shadyside like? I mean I’ve heard all these stories over the years, it’s murder capital of the country after all…”

He parks the car and turns to you, “It was just like every other boring small town in America. Every couple of years there’d be some murders, my senior year it was Ryan Torres killing Heather Watkins and a couple other mall employees. I guess growing up like that you get a little…numb to it I guess? I know that sounds bad but as soon as one happened everyone at school would joke around about it, I guess it’s how we coped with it.” 

You nod in understanding, “I get that, the whole joking around part. My family does the same. At a certain point it’s really all you can do.”

Simon unbuckles his seat belt, “As fun as it is to talk about death with you I think we should get in line, it looks like it’s already pretty long.” He nods towards the line and you unbuckle and grab the prop bag from the backseat. You walk together towards the longline of movie goers. 

“Damn, looks like a great turn out. Are you ready to give them a show?” You joke.

He looks at you in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“Did you forget about the initiation for virgins?” You giggle.

“Fuck…” He mutters. He did in fact forget.

“Oh babe you’re in for it tonight…”

As everyone trickles into the theatre Simon and the other virgins are pulled to the stage. You take a seat in the middle near the audience and put your prop bag in a seat to save it for Simon. He’s nervously holding his hands in front of him as the announcer begins to speak. “Welcome everyone to another showing of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.” They pause as the crowd erupts into cheers. “We have some fresh virgins here to provide us with our favorite pre-show entertainment. We’ll be seeing who can fake an orgasm the best. Why don’t you all introduce yourselves to the crowd before we begin?” They pass the microphone to the girl standing closest to them, she’s dressed like Janet at the beginning of the film. Her nervousness is clear on her face. Simon is fourth in line and he puts on an act of confidence when it’s his turn, “I’m, Simon. I’m gonna win this little competition, trust me.” You raise your eyebrows at his confidence, now you really want to see what he has in store.

Finally everyone has finished introducing themselves and the mic is handed back to the host, “Now why don’t we get this started. Simon,” they point towards him as he stands in the middle of the lineup, “Why don’t you start us off since you’re so confident.” His cheeks go red with embarrassment, even with his blush on it’s clear thanks to the unrelenting glow of the spotlight. He’s really regretting his words, sure he’s always been a class clown but this audience is packed. He laughs nervously as he’s handed the microphone. “Uhh okay…”

The silence of the crowd does nothing to calm his nerves, so you decide to yell some encouragement. “C’mon baby! Give me some shower head material!” The crowd laughs but it seems to help Simon as he recognizes your voice.

He bites his lip and closes his eyes, he’ll feel better if he doesn’t look. He decides he’ll give a little build up, whimpering pathetically into the mic. He imagines you riding him, his hands on your hips as he begs you to let him come. He starts to moan into the mic, getting louder and louder before mumbling, “Oh fuck…” He moans and whines dramatically into the mic, falling to his knees and throwing his head back. He pants and whimpers as if it’s the real thing. You can feel a wet spot growing in your panties, you know he just gave you the best damn shower head material of your life. Once he’s done he stands and bows, his cheeks flushed. He hands the mic back to the presenter as everyone claps and cheers. He spots you in the crowd and teasingly blows you a kiss. 

“Well whoever is gonna be on top of him tonight is in for a treat, huh? I think that’ll be pretty tough to beat.” The rest of the virgins have their turns, none nearly as impressive as Simon. They end up choosing some girl dressed as Magenta to play Betty and of course pick Simon to play Ralph. He stays up at the front until after he’s gone up on stage for the wedding scene. You can’t help but feel a bit jealous as you watch him stand hand in hand with the other winner, she looks at him hungrily. You weren’t the only one impressed by his performance. Once their scene is over he runs back into the audience to find you. When he does you pull him down into the seat and kiss his cheek, leaving a red lip print. “You were fucking hot. I told you someone’s getting your number tonight.” 

He laughs and whispers, “They might ask for it but I’m not giving it out to just anyone.”

You raise an eyebrow, “Got your eye on someone?”

He shrugs, “I might.”

Once the movie is over you and Simon head to the local diner down the street from the theater. The winning girl had tried to approach him after the movie but you were quick to pull him away. Sure it was selfish but you couldn’t give a fuck. You wanted him for yourself even if you were too cowardly to make a move yet. You sat across from him in the booth, you shared a basket of fries together as you talked. “So? Did you have fun?” You dip your fry into the small tin of ketchup as you put your feet up next to where he sits.

He smiles, “I had a great time. The uhh,” he lowers his voice, “competition was a little embarrassing but your encouragement helped me out actually.”

“Well I had to say you definitely succeeded in giving me some shower head material so thanks for that,” you joke. 

He chokes on his sprite, “W-What-”

You stifle your laughter, “Calm down, I’m kidding! But you were pretty impressive, as a former winner myself I have to give you that.”

He smirks down at the table, clearly trying to make up his mind on something. “Am I ever gonna get to see your performance or?”

Now it’s your turn for your face to heat up in embarrassment, you drop your fry back into the basket. “Uhh…I guess you’ll have to really earn it out of me.” 

“Right here?” He cocks eyebrow and looks at you teasingly.

“What would you even do?”

He leans back and crosses his arms, looking around to make sure your section is empty. “Well…I could always get on my knees under the table. Spread your legs apart and pull down your shorts. I could tear a hole in those fishnets and maybe I could be mean and tease you through your underwear. Eventually I’d move them to the side or maybe I’d fully pull them down and eat you out and really earn it out of you.” 

Your jaw drops, you want him right here in this diner and you don’t give a fuck who sees. “W-Would you-”

“Not here. You’d be too loud,” he says smugly. 

“You sound so sure you could get me that loud,” you snap back. You move your foot off the seat and use it to kick his legs apart under the table. You slowly start to trail your boot up his leg. 

“I-I could! Y-You’d-” He yelps when the toe of your boot presses against his inner thigh. 

“I’d what, Simon?” You ask innocently. You start to move the toe of your boot towards his crotch, enjoying how he squirms in his seat. “You’re not so tough now, huh?” You lightly press the toe of your boot against his crotch, smirking as he bites his lip to stay quiet.

“You wanna get out of here?” You giggle.

He nods quickly, throwing a twenty on the table and standing up quickly. He grabs your hand and pulls you up, pushing you in front of him as he leads you to his car. As soon as you get in the car you’re on him. You kiss him hard, tugging at his hair as he leans against the console to reach you. He whines against your lips and you smirk against him, tugging harder at his hair. You love when he whines. You’re just about to move to his neck when there’s a knock on the window and the shine of a flashlight coming through. You groan as you pull away from him, “Not the fucking pigs…”

Simon sighs and turns towards the window, rolling it down for the cop standing outside the car. “Hi officer…” he says through gritted teeth.

“License and registration please,” the cop says emotionlessly. He leans his head down, looking at you, “License from you too, now.”

You both try to keep neutral faces as you look for your IDs and Simon looks for his registration, he hands them over to the cop once you’ve found them and the cop takes a look. “You know if I let you go any further I could’ve charged you both with public indecency and exposure.”

You both hang your heads shamefully, “Yes, officer. We’re very sorry,” you say.

He continues to lecture the both of you before finally letting you go. Once Simon has started to drive off back to your dorm you’re both howling with laughter. “Holy shit! Cock blocked by the pigs…can’t say that’s ever happened before!” He laughs. 

“I can’t say it’s happened to me either…the RA’s are pretty strict about late night guests so I don’t think I’ll be able to wrap this up. You think I gave you enough to manage?”

He rolls his eyes at you, “Yeah yeah, me and my hand will have a nice conversation about the way you were about to give me a footjob.” 

“Me and my shower head will have a conversation about that orgasm you faked on stage.”

“Promise?”

You nod, “Mhm, I was serious. That was some top tier shower head material, babe.”

“I tried, I really did.” He looks proud of himself.

“Oh I could tell.” 

He pulls into a parking spot outside your dorm. “So, when am I seeing you again?”

You groan and run a hand through your hair, “You’re gonna hate me but probably not till our next shift together. You work thursday?”

He nods, “Mhm, closing shift.”

You smile, “Me too, looks like I’ll be seeing you then.” 

He smiles and leans forward, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. It’s not as needy as before, it’s sweet and soft instead. You kiss him back just as soft, if you could you’d kiss him for the rest of your life. When he pulls away he’s smiling like he just had his first kiss, “I’ll be thinking of you.”

“So will I. I’ll be looking forward to seeing you Thursday.” You hop out of his car and wave goodbye as you head back up to your dorm. As soon as you get inside you’re stripping off your clothes and making a beeline for the shower. You’re lucky enough to have a detachable shower head and you put it to good use just like you promised. It doesn’t take long for you to cry out his name and hold onto the wall to stabilize yourself. You’re looking forward to the next time you’ll get your hands on him.

Thursday finally rolls around and it’s an absolute nightmare of a shift. There’s something sinister in the air that has kids vomiting, teenagers talking through movies, and best of all adults fighting at a screening of Showgirls of all movies. It’s safe to say that you and Simon don’t get much time together. You’re taking turns taking care of whatever problem pops up while the other tries to work the snack bar as quickly and efficiently as possible. It’s not till you get everyone out of the building that a slight sense of peace washes over you. You and Simon are taking your time to clean up each theater. Once you’re finally alone in the lobby with Simon you open your mouth to start a conversation but Eli interrupts before you can even get a word out. 

“I’ve got a family emergency going on. I trust you both to lock up and count the money. Don’t fuck it up, yeah?” He says quickly before tossing the keys to Simon and heading for the door. Simon runs to lock the doors behind him, finally making his way over to you. Simon leans against the counter, admiring how you look in the outfit you chose today. You’re grateful there’s no uniform and that the dress code is so relaxed. You’re in a black sweater and a black skirt that sits just above your knee. Simon has spent his whole shift imagining getting down on his knees and hiking it up to eat you out. If he had a little less self control he might’ve pulled you into the supply closet to lift it up and get a peek at what panties you were wearing that night.

“We’re finally fucking alone…” He mutters, taking his time as he looks you up and down.

“This is close to being the worst shift I’ve ever worked,” You groan, leaning forward against the counter.

“Well…since we have the keys to the office do you wanna go watch those guys fighting from earlier?”

Your eyes light up with excitement, a wide grin spreading across your face. “Oh hell yes! Let me grab some popcorn first, they looked pretty bloody getting escorted out so I know this is gonna be some good shit!” You grab a small tub and fill it with popcorn, slathering it in butter. You walk with Simon to the office, making yourselves comfortable on some rolly chairs. You watch as Simon figures out how to reverse the cameras, going back until he finds right before the fight starts. The film played on the big screen when a man leaned over to a woman to say something, the man in the row behind him threw a handful of popcorn at them, a valid reaction to someone talking during a movie. It doesn’t take long for the man sitting behind the couple to drag the other guy out of his seat, a fight breaking out instantaneously, “Goddamn!” Simon grabs the popcorn bucket from your hands, spilling butter onto your exposed legs in the process.

You groan,  “Simon you got butter all over my legs, what the hell?!” You reach for a napkin but he grabs your wrist, stopping you.

He looks at you with a smirk, “Don’t worry, I’ll clean it up.” You watch as he pauses the camera footage and gets out of his chair, sinking to his knees in front of you. 

“What the hell are you-”

He cuts you off by spreading your thighs, “I told you, I’m gonna clean you up.” You watch with wide eyes as he starts by licking the butter that splashed onto your knees, he’s thorough about it, making sure he gets every last bit of it. He slowly moves his way up your legs as you watch, biting your lower lip softly. “Pull your skirt back.”

You mindlessly do as he says, spreading your legs wider instinctively. He can see your underwear now, plain black cotton panties with a lace edge, a small white flower sewn onto the front. He licks up your thighs, getting closer and closer to your core as he cleans you up. Soon you can feel his breath against your core, he turns his head to kiss your inner thighs. What starts as soft kisses quickly turns into him leaving an array of hickeys on your inner thighs. He’s marking you possessively. You reach down and grab him by his hair, pulling him out from between your thighs. He looks up at you with puppy dog eyes, his hair tousled and his cheeks flushed. “Let me take my skirt off first, I didn’t know you’d be so…eager.” You stand from the chair and push your left foot forward, “Wanna take my shoes off for me, puppy?”

He nods and begins to unzip your boots, helping you remove them carefully, setting them aside. He watches as you unzip your skirt and let it fall down to the floor, you step out of it and watch as he picks it up and folds it carefully, setting it next to your shoes. You sit back down, spreading your legs for him, sitting on the edge of the chair. You giggle as he pulls you forward by the chair. He starts to place soft kisses on your hips, smiling shamelessly as he does. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I couldn’t stop thinking about you for my whole shift. You know that?”

You blush like a schoolgirl, “You’re full of it…”

“I’m serious. Let me worship you, please. You deserve it…” He pleads.

“I’ll allow it…I guess…” You mutter sarcastically, leaning your head back as you watch him.

He carefully bites down on your waistband, trying to pull down your panties. You lift your hips to help him as you watch in amusement. You look down at him with your mouth agape as you watch him tuck the pair into his pocket.

“I’m gonna need those back y’know,” you cross your arms over your chest.

“Not happening, sorry. Maybe I wanna start a collection,” he teases.

“Are you always this bratty?”

He pretends to think about it, “Maybe.”

“Prick.”

He shoves his head back between your thighs, you sigh as you feel his warm breath against your now exposed cunt. His movements are slow and teasing as he places a kiss on your clit before sucking on it, pulling away and giggling at how your hands curl against the chair. He leans down to lick up your slit, the tip of his nose pressing against your clit. You whine, your eyes fluttering. It’s been too long since someone besides yourself has touched you. He brings a hand up to hold your hips steady, his other hand coming up to your folds. He spreads you open, teasing your slit with his tongue as he reaches up to pinch your clit. He chuckles to himself when you gasp, huffing in pain and annoyance at his teasing action. He pushes his middle and ring finger inside of you, scissoring them to spread you open as he leans forward and takes your clit into his mouth. He’s better at this than you could’ve imagined, pleasure washing over you as he pumps his fingers inside of you, curling them as he works to push deeper and deeper.

“Jesus fuck Simon, guess there wasn’t much else to do in Shadyside huh?” You joke breathlessly, a whimper escaping your lips directly after. You’re a mess from his touch, you can feel him smirk against you. He is pretty proud of his skills.

He starts to push his fingers deeper within you until he’s hitting just the right spot with every curl of his fingers. He pulls away from your clit, blowing on it, loving how it makes you squirm. You’re so responsive you’re driving him insane. He can’t help when he parts his thighs and settles his crotch against your leg. He starts to hump your leg like a bitch in heat as he returns to sucking your clit. The sight alone is enough to make your eyes roll back. You can’t believe how pathetic he’s making himself without even trying. You wanna drag him by his hair and make him your bitch, keep him on his knees in your dorm for your own entertainment. He whimpers and whines pathetically against your clit as he ruts against you, matching the pace of his fingers. You reach down to pull his face closer against your clit, moaning his name softly as you feel him whine against you. If this is on tape you want a copy. You’d play it till it fell apart and became unwatchable. He nips at your inner thighs before returning his attention back where you need it most. He pulls his fingers out of you, licking them clean, before diving back in headfirst. He shoves his tongue inside of you, picking back up where he left off. He eats pussy like a man starved, lapping up every bit he can get, curling his tongue to find the spot you need most. With how his nose presses against your clit you can’t take much more, holding his hair as tight as you can as your hips buck against his face. You whimper his name, a string of curses leaving your lips as you come. He works you through it, pulling back to let you catch your breath. A smug smile adorns his face as he looks at you, fucked out and panting.

“Gotta clean you up…” He mumbles, leaning back in to clean the cum off your thighs. He continues humping your leg as he does, mumbling your name and whimpering every now and then. He’s so desperate for it that you can’t help yourself from helping him out, bouncing your leg in sync with his thrusts. It doesn’t take long before he’s a panting mess just like you. He’s made a mess of his briefs and he couldn’t care less. He rests his head on your knee, looking up at you with puppy dog eyes.

“Can we do this all the time? Not hooking up at work…but just like hooking up…and going on dates? Fuck…I really want you to be mine, I know if I don’t ask now someone else will try to swoop in and-”

You cut him off, “Yes Simon, I’ll be your girlfriend.”

He beams up at you, lifting himself up to kiss you, cupping your face. You can taste yourself on his tongue but with how he’s kissing you it doesn’t matter. You pull him closer by his hair, it’s as if you’re trying to melt into his touch completely. You’re both putty beneath one another. When he pulls away he smiles at you with flushed cheeks.

Your eyes go wide in realization, “Simon.”

“Yeah?” He asks, sounding lovesick.

“We need to finish closing.”

“Oh shit!” He stands up and grabs your skirt off the floor and throws it at you. “Get dressed, I’m gonna finish cleaning the lobby, you count the money and I’ll recount it after!” He runs out of the office and back to where the two of you had been cleaning before. You laugh to yourself and redress, heading to the bathroom to wash your hands before going back and counting the money. Simon comes in and recounts when he’s done, before locking up the safe and heading to the break room to grab his things. You stand by the front doors, smiling to yourself as he jogs over, keys in hand. 

“I think we’re the best closers Eli has ever had!” He beams as he goes to set the alarm.

“Probably his only closers to fuck around in the office,” you scoff. 

Simon unlocks the door for you, opening it and letting you walk ahead of him to the next set of doors. He’s quick to relock the door before doing the same with the next set. “The other closers probably use the break room for that…or the bathrooms.”

“As hot as that was you’re never eating me out in the bathrooms, I’ve seen too much shit to ever let that happen in there.”

“Fair enough…” He walks you to your car, his arm around your waist. He presses you against the driver side door and kisses you for the last time that night. “On a night we’re both off I’ll take you on a real date, promise.” 

“I’ll hold you to it,” you smile, leaning your head against his.

“You drive safe.”

“I will if you do,” you retort.

He rolls his eyes and pulls away from you, “I better see you alive and well for your next shift.”

“I’ll do my best, boss.” You slip into your car and lean your head against the headrest. You smile to yourself until you realize Simon still has your underwear. “Oh goddammit!”

[skyesdaisys]

hello!! I noticed u had ur requests open! would u mind writing about hcs where simon kalivoda would be the readers boyfriend? a tad little detail, I feel like simon would be super duper affectionate with his partner (holding pinkies a lot, talking to them during his work shift, flirty in public, etc) so if u mentioned that Id love it!! thank u c: <3

okay, so... I am terribly sorry that this took so long to make. writers block kinda sucks and i'm trying to start writing again, so here you go. sorry if it sucks. it's been a while since I've seen fear street (to at least its entirety)

simon is DEFINITELY affectionate, I agree. like he's just a cute and giant cuddly teddy bear whose incredibly touch starved. so yeah, I definitely agree with the holding pinkies plus I live the idea of him surprising you by hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek

when visiting him at the grocery store. makeout sessions are bound to happen during his breaks (some of the time, they escalate into quickies)

since he is basically the jokester of the group, he does pull you in on some fun and harmless pranks which you say yes to (because who could say no to him)

him being flirty is just an Expectation. like he was already flirty with you before you started dating. so when you finally do, it gets twice as bad (but in a good way)

double dates with sam and deena are Mandatory for him (this obviously prior to the sameena breakup)

kate playfully teases about how you guys are together

^and deena will be disgusted post-sam breakup. oh deena, my poor sad and angry band lesbian </3

he IS the little spoon when you guys cuddle, idc what anyone says

sometimes you guys share each other's clothes. + if yall are fem, it still applies because simon says fuck toxic masculinity

^same applies with you putting nail polish on him as well because I do distinctly remember him wearing nail polish in the first movie

you guys jokingly tease josh about his crush on kate together

and also bash cops (particularly nick) together as well

basically, you guys are attached to the hip almost 24/7

and maybe you guys were destined to be together (and die together) if your 1666 counterpart was with isaac 👀

[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.

[phefics]

a wand & a rabbit

ship: simon kalivoda x afab!reader summary: based on this prompt, sort of a sequel to this fic but you don't have to read the first part to understand this one!! includes: afab!reader, gn!reader (no pronouns/gendered petnames), vibrator usage (internal/external), established relationship, love confessions word count: 1.3k

You and Simon had been together for a few months, but your sex lives hadn’t advanced much alongside your romantic feelings for one another.

You had sex that night at the school, when you were convinced that you would both die before sunrise, and you had been each other’s first times. After that, you had messed around a bit, sucking his cock and him burying his fingers deep inside your pussy, but it had been pretty…vanilla, for lack of a kinder word.

Simon had a sexual sense of humor, and had often made quips about being into things more than just fucking. He liked when you playfully bullied him, and when you tugged at his hair while he went down on you. But whenever the mood struck, he seemed to get a one-track-mind, wanting nothing more than to chase your pleasure, as well as his own.

It was good sex, but it left a bit more to be desired, questions to be answered.

So, you were on a date with him at the mall when you wandered into Spencer’s Gifts and found yourself browsing the section in the back, a wall full of sex toys from floor to ceiling.

Simon slung an arm over your shoulders and chuckled. “See anything you like, sweetheart?” he asked.

You couldn’t tell if he was joking or not, so you answered honestly. “I’ve never had a vibrator before,” you said. “Maybe I’ll get one.”

Simon’s playful smile seemed to morph to a more mischievous grin at your words, his blue eyes scanning the wall with a newfound sense of curiosity. “Really? What kind?”

Your own eyes followed his, looking over the expanse of available toys. Your gaze lands on a pink box with promises of pleasure written across it, the toy equipped with a part for insertion as well as a part for clitoral stimulation, and you reached out to grab it.

"That one?" he asked. He took the box from you without waiting for an answer, reading over the various text. "Seems like fun."

You nodded, going to snatch it back from him, but he easily evaded your hands and made a beeline for the counter, clearly determined to pay for it despite his less-than-ideal financial situation.

You jogged behind him, earning a disapproving glance from a worker, and called after him. "Simon, don't you dare—"

It was too late. The box was already plopped down on the counter, his wallet pulled out of his pocket.

You gave him a glare, and he grinned back.

***

When you got back to your house, Simon wasted no time. He ripped open the box, sitting at the edge of your bed.

"We have to wait for it to charge," he all but whined, fiddling with the button to no avail.

"I guess we'll have to keep busy while it does," you replied.

His cheeks flushed as he fumbled with the charger, trying to figure out where and how to plug the damn thing in, and your comment certainly didn't help his sense of urgency.

You giggled at him when he finally figured it out, taking a sarcastic bow before he all but pounced onto the bed, hands reaching for your hips.

Your lips met, noses bumping slightly, and he made clumsy work of your pants, trying to tug them down your thighs without breaking the kiss, which went about as well as you'd expect.

He finally broke away, chuckling, pulling your pants and underwear off, his eyes locked on your pussy, already wet at the idea of him using that toy on you.

"Fuck," he groaned, his cock evidently hard in his jeans. "That thing better charge fast, or I'll sue the whole company."

You laughed, reaching to pull him into another kiss, and he obliged, his hands holding your thighs. He pulled them apart gently, rubbing your skin before using one hand to cup your pussy, sliding a single finger inside of you.

"That toy looks kinda thick, baby. Gotta make sure you're ready for it."

You nodded, letting out a soft moan as he entered you.

He fingered you gently, adding one more finger. It was just enough to stretch you, to get you worked up and wanting, but no faster than that. He was clearly just building up to that toy, teasing.

You whined in protest, asked him to add another finger, asked him to go faster, harder, but he didn't. He just kept a slow, methodical pace that made you want to cry.

After what felt like an hour, although it had probably been closer to thirty minutes, Simon decided to see if the toy was ready for use. He clicked the little button and his eyes went wide as the thing began to vibrate with more power than he'd expected, looking at you with a wicked smile.

"You ready, baby?" he asked.

You nodded, butterflies in your stomach.

He turned it off again, lining it up with your hole. "I'll do it slow, okay? Lemme know if it's too much."

"I will," you promised, not bothering to conceal the desperation in your voice.

He pushed it inside, slow like he'd said, and you whined as it began to fill you up. It was girthier than Simon's cock, but significantally shorter. You felt the little silicone nubs at the top nudge against your clit, and although there was no vibration, the sudden sensation made you buck your hips up, seeking that stimulation.

"Does that feel alright?" he asked.

"Yes, feels good," you replied. "Can you turn it on now?"

"If you don't like it, tell me. It seems kinda strong."

"I promise I will, just turn it on!" you whimpered, feeling truly desperate as the toy sat still inside of you.

Simon leaned forward to peck your lips, and while you were distracted by the kiss, he turned it on.

You gasped, your back arching as the vibration coursed through you, against your clit as well as inside you, and you couldn't help the moan that burst from your lips.

Thank god no one else was home.

"Oh my god," you said. "Fuck, it's so—fuck!"

"Is that a good thing?" Simon asked, his expression torn somewhere between worry and arousal.

"So good. It's so good, oh my god," you cried, your body squirming with the intensity. "Kiss me again, please."

He did as you asked, holding your hips steady as they bucked desperately into the toy.

It was like nothing you'd ever felt before. You had touched yourself, been touched, but nothing could have prepared your for this. It was indescribable, how amazing it felt.

It didn't take long until you could feel your orgasm approaching, and you grabbed at Simon's blond hair, tugging on it roughly. He gave a little moan of his own.

"You gonna cum?" he asked.

You nodded, a pleasured sob leaving your lips.

"Good. Cum for me, baby."

And you did, head tipped back, legs shaking.

Immediately, the toy began to feel overstimulating, more sensitive after your orgasm, and you shook your head, trying to form words. "Out," was all you managed to say, but Simon understood and shut the toy off before slowly pulling it out of you, his eyes locked on how wet the silicone had gotten.

"You alright?" he asked.

You took a few deep breaths, nodding. "I'm okay. That was just...Wow. It's fucking strong."

"I can tell," he giggled. "Did you like it, though?"

"I loved it."

"And I love you," Simon said, without thinking, and then went red at his admission. He hadn't said that yet. Before, when you were just friends, you had platonically said that you loved each other, but ever since the night you fucked, the phrase had felt entirely different to say. "Shit, I'm sorry, I should have picked a better time to say that."

"No, no, it's okay," you said, smiling. "I love you too."

Simon grinned. "How about we get you cleaned up, then we can go back to the sappy talk, hm?"

"Sounds like a plan."

[eternal-sunshine-222]

FRED HECHINGER MASTERLIST

Hello! My name is Kandi and I am an aspiring author. In this masterlist you can find all my works for this series linked under their respective characters. I write for the characters listed but I will make some exceptions if requested. Thank you and happy reading!

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[lowkeyrobin]

hello!! i was just going through whatever fics i could find and stumbled across your acc

was wondering if you maybe write a simon kalivoda x reader where simon sneaks into the readers room at like 2 am and finds them doing ouija board stuff and being super paranoid

basically a fluff where simon is just like "theres nothing there... you gotta get a new hobby... and stop staying up this late playing with ghosts."

kinda new to requesting things so im nervous but yk ^_^'

thankss! <3/p

oooo okay I can totally do this!!! ; and don't worry, no reason to be nervous! <3 ; also so happy you stumbled upon my account, I felt a little simon kick coming back so this is good for me! ; thank you for requesting, hope you enjoy!!

SIMON KALIVODA ; playing with ghosts

summary ; simon comes over at random and walks in on you and a ouija board

warnings ; language, ghosts / rituals, post trilogy stuff but he's still alive, mentions of weed and pills

word count ; 669

masterlist

Simon had left his home around two in the morning for a little walk, aka, he wanted to bother you. He couldn't sleep this Saturday night, as every time he closed his eyes, all he could see was the trauma he'd endured that night. Kate, the killers, it made him shake in his dark room. He felt like he was being watched.

So, he was going to come find you, for comfort.

You were a hundred percent used to him tapping on your window, waiting to come in. But tonight, you weren't prepared for it.

After the witch stuff, you'd also been going insane in the membrane.

You'd convinced yourself that you were being haunted by ghosts, by unrested spirits that Sarah Fier had left behind. You tried going to Simon's stash of pills and weed, but it only made it worse.

You sit on your bedroom floor, a Ouija Board in front of you. Candles circle your area, posing a possible fire hazard. Your fingers lay carefully on the moveable piece, not finding any answers to your questions.

A tippity-tap comes from behind you, causing you to jump in fear. You scramble to grab a pocket knife from your dresser and turn to the window, blade out. Simon opens the window, as you usually left it unlocked, and climbs in, showing his hands the entire time.

"Hey, bud. Are you okay?" he asks, concerned for your mental well-being.

You stand still, hands shaking as you hold the blade towards him with both hands. You were holding it completely improperly, if needed to move to combat, you were in a losing position.

You take a moment to put your thoughts together, and lower the knife. Simon slowly steps forward, showing he isn't a threat to your unwell self. He softly takes the knife from your hand and sets it down on the nearest piece of furniture, making sure to keep his eyes on you.

He looks over your shoulder, seeing the circle of candles and Ouija Board, putting two and two together. His expression quickly softens, seeing you were clearly doing worse than him. The aftermath. Kate. Almost dying yourself. You were still covered in bandages, scars and scabs littered your limbs.

He wraps you in a warm, soft hug, his pink jacket pressing against your chest. His messy, blonde hair scratches your cheek and neck, his apologetic rambling catching you off guard.

"I'm sorry I didn't notice sooner, Y/n/n"

You raise an eyebrow, leaning back so he'd stop hugging you. He sighs, stepping back.

"Look... I know this is a lot, and you've been rambling a lot when you're half-asleep about being haunted by ghosts, but you're okay. There's nothing here, there's nothing following you, okay?"

You nod silently, kind of embarrassed.

"We beat the shit out of those dead killing fucks, and Sarah Fier is at rest again! There's nothing to worry about, it's over. You need to stop staying up late and trying to play with ghosts"

You nod again, accepting his hug again.

"Sorry" you mumble.

He raises an eyebrow, pulling back to rest his hands on your shoulders. "What are you sorry for?"

You scoff, looking back at your mess. "This"

He sighs, pulling you close. "If you need to talk to someone about this, then you can. You don't have to live in fear or become a detective thinking it's all gonna come back and you have to prepare."

"I know" you grumble. "Why are you here, though?"

He nervously chuckles. "Couldn't sleep. I keep seeing Kate in my dreams..."

You quickly wrap your arms around him, trying to give him at least a fraction of the comfort he was showing you.

"You can stay as long as you want, Si" you mumble into his shoulder.

You bask in the silence, only the crackling of the candles behind you omitting any noise.

"Can we sign up for that therapy program we got recommended to by the sheriff's office?" he quietly asks.

"Definitely"

[jamesmcalover]

i'd let you break me

Simon Kalivoda x afab!reader

Warnings: slowburn, fluff, awkward!simon, so cute

Summery: Reader and Simon get assigned to do a project together

Part 2

3k words - not proofread!

do people still read simon fics?

Simon rested his cheek against his hand, eyes on the clock. Almost ten minutes left, and Mr. Harris was still droning on about genetics. He wasn’t even listening. Just pretending to take notes, mostly drawing tiny skulls in the margins of his notebook.

That’s when the words “partner project” snapped him out of his daze.

Mr. Harris tapped the whiteboard with a marker. “You’ll be working in pairs. I’ve assigned them already, so no trading.”

A few students groaned. Simon didn’t really care. Until Mr. Harris said his name.

“And Simon… you’re with Y/N.”

He blinked. Y/N?

Of all the people in class. Of course it was her. The one girl who made him forget how to function like a normal person.

He glanced across the room, heart thudding a little too hard.

You were sitting near the window, twirling a pen between your fingers. Head turned slightly at the sound of your name, but your expression didn’t change. You didn’t look surprised or annoyed. Just calm. Focused. Like always.

Simon didn’t really know you, but he’d noticed you. Everyone had. You weren’t loud, but you didn’t shy away from anything. You asked sharp questions in class. You walked like you had somewhere to be. Confident. Collected. Kinda terrifying.

He swallowed and looked back at his notebook, suddenly very aware of how dumb his skulls looked.

Mr. Harris moved on to the next pair. You started gathering your things before the bell even rang. No hesitation.

When it finally did, Simon stayed seated a second too long.

Then you were there.

“So… Simon, right?” you ask, sliding into the chair next to him.

He nods quickly, caught off guard. “Yeah. That’s me. You’re, uh, Y/N. Right. I know. I mean– I knew that.”

You raise an eyebrow, smirk just barely tugging at your lips. “Cool. Want to meet after school to plan this out?”

He hesitated. “Uh, yeah. Sure. Where?”

You shrugged. “Library?”

“Cool. Sounds good.”

You nodded again and walked off, already slipping your headphones on as you left the room.

Simon stared after you for a second, then sat back down with a quiet exhale.

“Holy shit,” he mumbled to himself.

He was so out of his depth.

The library was quiet, like always. You liked it that way. Just enough noise to think, not enough to distract. You’d claimed a table near the back, dropped your bag, and pulled out the project sheet before Simon even showed up.

You expected he might be a little late. You didn’t expect him to show up five minutes early… and hover awkwardly near the table like he wasn’t sure if he should sit down.

You looked up. “You can sit, you know.”

He startled slightly, then gave a quick nod and slid into the seat across from you, clutching his backpack like it might protect him from whatever storm he thought you were about to unleash.

You tilted your head. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Totally.” He unzipped his bag, fumbled with a binder, dropped a pen, muttered something under his breath, then finally looked up with a forced smile. “Just, uh, unprepared.”

You raised an eyebrow but didn’t call him out. It was kind of cute, honestly, how someone like Simon could be nervous around you. You’d seen him around school a dozen times. Loud, funny, always joking with someone. The kind of guy who never took anything seriously.

Except apparently now. With you.

You leaned back in your chair, studying him a little.

“So,” you said, flipping open the project sheet, “we have two weeks, and we need a presentation and some kind of visual on sleep and circadian rhythms. What’re you good at?”

Simon blinked. “Good at?”

You nodded. “You know. Are you a research guy? The talker? The one who makes a slideshow at the last second and somehow still gets an A?”

He laughed, awkward, but real. “I mean, I have done that. Once. Or twice. Maybe every time.”

You smirked. “Figures.”

He looked up at that, like he wasn’t sure if you were mocking him or not. You weren’t. You were just curious. There was something disarming about him, even if he was fumbling through every sentence like his mouth wasn’t connected to his brain.

“I can handle the research,” you offered. “If you can handle visuals and talking. Deal?”

He hesitated, then nodded. “Yeah. Deal. You’re, uh… really organized.”

You shrugged. “I like getting things done.”

There was a beat of silence, then he blurted out, “Do you, like… ever get nervous?”

You blinked. “What?”

“Just– like, you always seem like you have it together.” He looked away quickly, rubbing the back of his neck. “It’s cool. Just… intimidating. Kind of.”

You stared at him for a second, surprised. Then you smiled. Not the polite one you gave in class. The real kind.

“Of course I get nervous,” you said softly. “Just not about biology projects.”

That made him laugh again, a little less tense this time.

You looked down at the paper again, but not before catching the way he looked at you. Still a little in awe. Still a little overwhelmed.

You liked that.

The library became your go-to. You met there again a few days later, a little more comfortable this time, your folders more organized and your conversation a little less stiff.

By the third meeting, things were different. You invited him to your house. Casual. Easy. You needed a change of scenery. So did he.

You hadn’t really expected him to show up on time, but this time, he was actually late.

It was almost fifteen minutes past four when the doorbell finally rang.

You opened it, ready to tease him, but stopped short when you saw what he was holding.

A coffee in each hand, and an apologetic smile on his face.

“Sorry, I got caught up at the store,” he said, a little breathless. “I thought caffeine might soften the blow.”

You blinked, surprised. “Is that… for me?”

“Yeah. I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I just guessed. It’s vanilla something. Didn’t seem too risky.”

You took it from him, fingers brushing his as you did. How thoughtful.

“Thanks,” you said, softening despite yourself. “You’re forgiven.”

He smiled, clearly relieved, and toed off his shoes like last time. This time, you noticed the way his eyes lingered on the little details of your space. Your bookshelf, the photos on the fridge, the candle burning low on the table. Vanilla and sage again.

You’d cleared the table already, the project folders waiting.

“You can sit,” you said, already sliding into your usual seat.

He joined you, a little more relaxed than before. Still awkward. But trying.

His hair was a mess today, like he hadn’t even tried. He probably hadn’t. But he smelled like laundry detergent and mint gum, and you were starting to recognize that combination before he even sat down.

You didn’t say it out loud, but… it was kinda nice.

He pulled out his half-crumpled notes and gave you a hopeful look. “So, you’re gonna save this whole thing with your brain again, right?”

You raised an eyebrow. “You do realize we’re being graded as a team.”

“Right, right. Teamwork. I’m great at moral support.”

“You highlighted an entire paragraph in pink last time.”

“Bold move. Very memorable. Teachers love that.”

You rolled your eyes, but your lips twitched. You hated to admit it but he was growing on you. Fast.

There was something weirdly sincere about him. He didn’t try to impress you. He just existed, nervously, like being around you short-circuited half his vocabulary.

And maybe you liked how he looked at you like you were made of something sharper, something cooler, something untouchable.

But you weren’t. And you kind of wanted him to figure that out.

For a while, you worked. You read a passage aloud. He listened. Asked a question. Wrote something down.

It was going fine until you reached for the same notebook at the same time and your hands brushed.

You didn’t pull away. Neither did he. For half a second, the contact lingered.

Simon cleared his throat and quickly scratched the back of his neck. “Sorry. You go.”

You tilted your head. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Totally.” His voice cracked. “I mean. Yep. Normal.”

You watched him fumble with his pen, drop it, mutter a curse under his breath. It was so obvious now. The red in his cheeks, the way he kept glancing at you like he was trying to memorize your expression but didn’t want to get caught.

So you leaned back a little. Testing something.

“You always this flustered around girls?”

His head snapped up, eyes wide. “What? No. I mean– kinda? Not usually. I mean–”

You laughed softly. “Relax. I’m not gonna bite.”

He gave a weak smile. “Wouldn’t be surprised if you did.”

That made you pause. Your smile faded. Just slightly. Not because you were offended. But because there was something in his voice. Something that almost sounded like admiration. Respect. Like you were this mythical creature in his head, and he wasn’t quite sure how you were real.

You looked at him for a moment too long.

“Simon,” you said carefully, “you know I’m just a person, right?”

He blinked. “Yeah. I mean, obviously.”

You leaned forward, resting your elbows on the table. “So stop looking at me like I’m gonna turn into a dragon.”

He opened his mouth. Closed it. Then, very quietly:

“I’m not scared of dragons.”

You arched a brow. “No?”

He held your gaze this time. Something steadier. Braver.

“No,” he said. “Just… fire.”

You didn’t smile right away. You just looked at him, heartbeat thudding a little louder in your chest than you meant to let on.

Then you stood, slowly, and walked toward the kitchen.

“You want water?” you asked over your shoulder.

His voice was a little hoarse. “Yeah. Sure.”

You worked a little longer. Not much talking now. Just the quiet scratch of pens, the soft clicking on your laptops keyboard, and the occasional clink of your coffee cups.

After a while, Simon shifted in his chair with a quiet groan and rolled his shoulders back.

“You okay?” you asked without looking up.

“Yeah. Just… back’s killing me.” He gave a sheepish smile. “These chairs are, like, spine assassins.”

You glanced at him, then at the couch a few feet away. “You wanna move?”

His eyes followed your gaze, then flicked back to you. “Uh– if you don’t mind.”

“I offered, didn’t I?”

You both stood. He grabbed his notes, you grabbed yours, and you plopped down onto the far end of the couch, legs curled under you. He settled onto the other side, leaving just enough space to be polite, but not too much.

The shift in setting was immediate. Less formal. Less focused. You leaned into the cushions. He sat with one leg tucked up, notebook balanced on his knee, hoodie sleeves pushed halfway up his forearms. His hair was still a mess. So was his posture. But he looked relaxed.

“So,” he said after a beat. “Sleep and circadian rhythms. Weirdly appropriate, considering I haven’t slept in, like, three years.”

You huffed a quiet laugh. “Let me guess– insomniac or night owl?”

“Bit of both. My brain’s allergic to silence.” He tilted his head. “What about you? You seem like you sleep with a perfectly balanced routine and one of those white noise machines that sounds like gentle rain on a tin roof.”

You smiled, slow. “That’s oddly specific.”

He grinned. “Just a vibe.”

You stretched your legs out a little, knee brushing the edge of his thigh. You didn’t apologize. He didn’t flinch.

“I sleep fine,” you said. “Most of the time. But I like being awake at night. It’s quieter. Less pressure to perform.”

Simon looked at you then – not just looked, but listened, like he’d never heard anyone say that before. “That makes sense,” he said softly.

You shrugged. “People assume confidence means control. But night makes it easier to just… exist.”

He was quiet for a moment, then said, “I think I’m more alive at night. But not in the cool, mysterious way. More like… I do my deepest spiraling between 1 and 4 a.m.”

That made you laugh, warm and real. “Honest. I like that.”

He smiled again, almost shy. “Yeah, well. Not much of a filter up here.”

You watched him for a second. The distance between you was smaller now. The air warmer. Like the conversation had shifted from project talk to something that didn’t have a deadline.

“Hey,” you said after a moment. “You ever think about how weird it is? That we’re all just… wired to shut down for eight hours a day?”

“Yeah,” he said. “Vulnerable as hell. Whole species just, like, agrees to play dead for a third of their lives.”

You kept talking. About sleep. About how REM cycles worked, and how dreams were still kind of a mystery. But the conversation kept drifting, like neither of you really wanted to talk about biology anymore.

Eventually, Simon slouched deeper into the couch, his head resting against the cushion. His notes had slipped onto his lap, mostly forgotten.

“You know,” he murmured, voice low, “this couch is dangerously comfortable.”

You glanced over. His eyes were half-lidded now, lashes casting shadows on his cheekbones. “Uh-huh,” you said, amused. “That sounds like the beginning of an excuse.”

“Nooo,” he muttered, drawing out the word. “I’m just appreciating the… ergonomics.”

You snorted. “Right.”

He yawned, tried to blink it off. “Okay, but seriously. I might be dying. Of comfort. It’s a rare condition.”

“Tragic,” you said, setting your own notebook aside. “Should I call someone? Maybe a teacher? Let them know you couldn’t finish the project because you were terminally cozy?”

He chuckled, a lazy sound. “I mean… they’d understand.”

You were quiet for a second, just watching him. He looked softer like this. The usual tension in his shoulders had melted. He wasn’t overthinking his every move now. He was just… here. Honest in that way people only get when they’re too tired to pretend.

“I’m not gonna lie,” he said, his voice nearly a whisper now. “You’re kind of scary when you’re awake. But this version of you? Sitting on a couch, talking about sleep cycles? It’s actually… kinda nice.”

You tilted your head, not sure whether to be flattered or insulted. “You think I’m scary?”

“Terrifying,” he murmured, eyes fluttering shut. “But, like… in a hot way.”

You stared at him.

Then: “Simon?”

No answer.

He was out.

Just like that.

You blinked, unsure if you should be annoyed or charmed. You settled on both.

The candle on the table flickered low. His coffee sat forgotten beside him. And Simon, the boy who could barely look you in the eye two weeks ago, was now completely asleep on your couch. Breathing soft. One hand curled under his chin.

You reached over and gently tugged the blanket off the back of the couch, draping it over him without a word.

Then you sat back, legs tucked beneath you, and just watched him for a second.

He looked peaceful.

You smiled to yourself.

Terrifying, huh?

Sure. If he said so.

You glanced over after a few quiet minutes and found him slumped a little lower than before, head tilted toward the back cushion. His eyes were closed. Mouth slightly parted. Completely out.

You didn’t move right away.

It was kind of funny, honestly. The way he’d spent the whole week fumbling his way through every conversation, half-tripping over his words like you might bite him if he said the wrong thing. And now here he was. Asleep. Next to you. Like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You stayed quiet, letting the silence settle. Your leg brushed his, just barely. He didn’t stir.

Maybe five minutes passed. Maybe ten.

Then he shifted slightly, exhaled, and blinked awake with a faint, confused murmur.

“…Shit,” he mumbled, sitting up straighter. “Did I–? Sorry. I didn’t mean to–”

“It’s okay,” you said. “You were out cold.”

He scrubbed a hand down his face, clearly mortified. “Ugh. Great. That’s a strong first impression.”

You tilted your head. “Pretty sure we’ve already had a few of those.”

He laughed under his breath, still groggy, and dropped his hand back into his lap. “Right. Yeah. This one just comes with snoring.”

“You didn’t snore.”

“Good. Would’ve been a dealbreaker.”

You let the smile linger on your lips for a moment. Then, more softly:

“You really that tired?”

Simon hesitated. Then shrugged. “Didn’t sleep much last night.”

“How come?”

He looked down at his hands. Picked at the dead skin on his thumb. “Sometimes I just… can’t. Like I’m tired, but my brain’s still going. You know?”

You nodded, quieter now. “Yeah. I get that.”

He looked at you then. Really looked.

For a second, you thought he might say something else. Something heavier. But then he huffed a soft laugh and leaned his head back against the couch cushion again.

“This is gonna sound dumb,” he said.

You glanced sideways. “Try me.”

He didn’t look at you when he said it.

“You make it hard to think straight.”

Your chest tightened just a little.

You didn’t say anything at first. Just looked at him. Messy hair, tired eyes, flushed cheeks and all.

Then, steady as ever:

“Good.”

That made him glance your way. Surprised. Hopeful.

You looked back at him with a small, knowing smile.

“Means it’s mutual.”

And suddenly the space between you felt smaller than it was. Softer. Like something important had just shifted, but neither of you were quite ready to name it yet.

So you let the moment breathe. Let it settle.

Then you nudged his foot with yours.

“Now drink your coffee before I start thinking you only came here to nap on my couch.”

He grinned, the warmth returning to his face.

“Honestly? Best nap I’ve had in weeks.”

You rolled your eyes, but your smile said otherwise.

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In the Shelter of Shadows

Isaac x Reader

Summary: With thee, I would forsake all else, for thou art my very heart and the flame that giveth me life. Let us away, where nought may shackle us, and weave a love as untamed and infinite as the heavens above.

Isaac moved silently through the dark forest, his lantern shielded to keep its glow from being noticed.

He had to be careful.

Each step brought him closer to the small jailhouse, where you were held, and accused of witchcraft.

The nonsense of it burned in his chest, he knew you better than anyone, and the accusations were as baseless as they were cruel.

You were no witch.

When he reached the building, he worked quickly, his tools making soft clicks as he picked the lock on the door.

The hinges groaned as it opened, and he froze, holding his breath until he was certain no one had heard.

Inside, the air was thick and cold, the faint sound of rustling urging him to the back of the room.

He was quick to find you. You were held like an animal. He hated that.

“(Y/N),” he whispered, crouching near the bars of your cell.

At the sound of his voice, you lifted your head from your knees.

In the dim light, he could see the lines of tears on your face. Yet, he found kindness in your eyes when you realised that it was him.

“Isaac,” you said, your voice shaky and quiet.

“I had to come,” he said softly. “I couldn’t leave you here alone.”

You crawled closer to the bars, your hands gripping the cold metal.

“I swear, I’ve done nothing wrong. I’m not—” You stopped, your voice breaking, it was all too much.

“I know,” he interrupted, his voice steady. “I know you’re no witch. You’re kind, selfless, everything they’ve forgotten how to see. This madness has to stop.”

You reached through the bars, and he took your hand in his, his grip firm and warm. It comforted you a little.

Despite all that was going on, Isaac seemed the only one who was able to ground you.

“They say I will hang by morning,” you whispered. “I’m so scared, Isaac.”

“I won’t let that happen,” he said firmly. “I’ll get you out of here before it’s too late. We’ll leave this place and start over somewhere safe.”

You stared at him, hope mixing with doubt.

“How can you be sure?”

“Because I’ll make it happen,” he said, his gaze unwavering. “Trust me. Be ready.”

Before he slipped away, he pressed a kiss to your hand, a quiet vow that he wouldn’t let you down.

All you had to do was trust and wait for him.

The next morning, just before daylight, Isaac waited for the perfect moment.

The people were distracted, their attention drawn by another commotion. He moved swiftly, unlocking your cell with practised ease. When he stepped inside, the sight of you made him stop in his tracks.

Your face was bruised, and your wrists bore the raw marks of ropes. Cuts and bruises lined your arms, the cruel evidence of what you’d endured.

“(Y/N),” he breathed, he had to control himself or else he would murder everyone who dared to touch you. “What have they done to you?”

You tried to stand, wincing as pain shot through your legs.

“It’s nothing,” you said, though the effort to appear strong was not fooling him.

“It’s not nothing,” he said, moving quickly to help you. He needed to take a deep breath to calm himself. “We’re leaving.”

He helped you out of the cell, his arm steady around your waist.

The two of you moved through the forest, the sounds of the town fading behind you.

Isaac had a carriage with a horse prepared. He managed to collect some food and items you will need.

The journey was cruel, but Isaac never stopped.

When you couldn’t walk, he carried you, whispering quiet reassurances to keep you calm.

Days later, you reached a secluded clearing deep in the woods, far from the judgment and cruelty of others.

Far from the false accusations.

Isaac built a small home for the two of you, a safe haven where you could begin to heal and move on.

Slowly, the marks of your imprisonment faded, replaced by the warmth of a new start.

Only the memories stayed.

"Thank you for saving me." you told him one evening while you washed the dishes. You smiled at him and he smiled back at you.

"I would do it all over again."

Months passed, and under the stars, you and Isaac exchanged vows. There were no witnesses but the trees, no altar but the earth beneath your feet and the trees above your heads.

"I promise I will be a good wife. I have been a good friend but I will be an even better partner."

"I promise I will keep you safe, I will continue to build our life together and be a good husband to you."

That night, as you lay in bed together, his arms wrapped protectively around you, you broke the comfortable silence.

“Do you ever think about that night?” you asked softly.

“Every day,” he admitted, his voice low. “It reminds me of what we’ve overcome, and what we’ve built together since. I’ll never stop being grateful that I got you out in time.”

You turned to face him, your fingers brushing against his cheek.

“I don’t regret any of it,” you said. “If it meant ending up here with you, in your arms, I’d survive it all again.”

His eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss you, a tender, lingering kiss. You thought it would be impossible but he pulled you closer.

“We’ve left the darkness behind, the accusations and the madness,” he whispered, pulling you closer. “And now we have a lifetime together.”

As you drifted into sleep in his arms, it all felt so right.

You have never felt this free, safe, and filled with love.

A/N: The above photo is not mine, it just inspired me to write. I hope you enjoyed it.

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Door.6 ~ Scrolling through winter ~

Simon Kalivoda x girlfriend!reader

warning : fluff, kissing

Summary : Just because Shadyside didn't have the best reputation, was constantly having accidents and being murdered for as long as you could remember doesn't mean you can't have fun. Especially when someone shows up at your door and brings the warmth.

info : I just love Fred Hechinger, he is so cute, not only as Caracalla but especially as Simon, have fun reading :)

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In winter it is dark, cold and above all dangerous something that hardly played a role for the sunny side the winter there was mild, just enough days off and enough fun for everyone.

On the dark side, however, Shadyside had its hands full trying not to drown in snow, the roads too covered, the wind too icy and the icicles had already claimed a few injuries.

It was a merciless winter, the only good thing was that parents could drag themselves to work if they could, and high school students rarely had time off, but it was the season of mercy.

Even if you have time off out there, you're going to get yourself killed, she thought, looking out of the kitchen window onto the street, the snow was already clearing and she could hear the wind whistling.

Shivering, she reached for the kettle, the bubbling of which had diminished, and made herself a hot, warming fruit tea to perhaps get into the Christmas spirit.

But it only brought a sigh as she went back to her room and puffed on the cup, missing her friends, missing the local Christmas market and most of all wishing to see Simon again, ,,What are you doing I'm cold” she said out loud as she tapped the keys of her computer that had eaten all her summer vacation salary.

She had been texting with Simon over here since this morning and the day before and before that, the phone network had its hands full trying to get through in the snow and apart from a rustle she could hear him.

His reply made her smile “Waiting for your hot love” was written there and she missed his warmth, his hugs and the kiss he always pressed on her cheek.

The writing between the two of them dragged on for hours and her mood became increasingly depressed, as beautiful as the winter was, the more she missed him...until the moment when the doorbell rang on her front door that evening.

Dinner was over and her parents were lying on the couch, she decided to open the door and looked at a snow-covered Simon, ,,Sweetheart, I've finally made my way to you" he said and gave her a hug. It didn't matter that he looked half like a snowman with all the white flakes caught in his tangled hair, a sweet sight.

Even now he seemed warm and she returned the gesture, wiping the snow off his clothes and taking his face in hers to place a kiss on his lips, ,,My brave Simon" she replied, wanting to pull him into the warmth, which he gratefully accepted.

After half a lie and excuse, her steady boyfriend showed up in such a snowstorm that she took him with her and his hand never left her, too long ago it seemed that he had held it. For him, there was nothing warmer than their shared love.

A few minutes of patting him on the head to make the snow go aways, making a warm cup of tea and wrapping him in a blanket, they sat together on her bed, ,,I couldn't leave my love alone," he said as he took a sip of the tea and opened the blanket and she came to him, cuddling up and feeling him play with a strand of her hair.

,,My sweet snowman,” she joked, letting her hand wander over his, sensing the smirk and hearing the relaxed breathing that was no longer clenched by the cold.

The smell of fruit, past smoke, and cookies they were nibbling on lingered in the air as she lay in his lap, hands entwined and they just listened and listened and kissed over and over.

Maybe winter in Shadyside wasn't so bad after all, especially when you were reunited with your love.

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@potatoesenpaii , @hechingerquinn , @simonsrealwife , @cottoncandiescupcakes , @myromanempire81

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[yearsbecomingcool]

where did the party go? | simon kalivoda

donate to gaza here | masterlist

pairing | simon kalivoda x f!reader

synopsis | your best friend invites you to a party & simon teaches you how to take a shot.

warnings | underage drinking, driving after one shot, slight sexual references, innocent!reader, f!reader, possibly ooc!simon, reader is described as being shorter than simon.

word count | 2.8k

a/n | i am so awful at taking shots so reader is very me coded in this. i kept having thoughts of someone teaching met to take a shot like this and it felt kind of simon coded so that's where this came from. debating on writing for some of Fred's other character but haven't fully decided on who yet!! if y'all have any requests/suggestions my ask box is open!! also thank you to everyone for all the support on call me, beep me!! it means so much to get so much feedback :D

“Why the fuck is this impossible?!” You groan, throwing yet another dress to the floor, that’s the fourth one in the last twenty minutes. You’re standing in a pile of dresses and skirts you’ve all deemed too ugly to wear out tonight. Your friend, Aubrey, pokes her head into the closet and gives you a small smile. 

“You need some help babe?” She asks, pulling the door open a little bit further. She convinced you to finally try going out to a party with her.

She had sat down at lunch with a huge smile on her face, “Have I got a proposition for you!” Her tone worried you, she sounded a little too excited. 

You groan and look up from your shitty school lunch, “What is it this time?” 

“Don’t look so upset, I haven’t even told you yet! Anyway, Taylor Owens’ parents are gonna be out of town this weekend so she’s throwing a party tonight and don’t give me that look!” You’re glaring, you hate parties and Aubrey is well aware of that.

“Your little crush is gonna be there, he got off for the night to deal, he’ll definitely be making way more than whatever Grab & Bag pays him,” Aubrey explains, picking up a soggy fry from her tray. 

“Aubrey, I don't know. I’m really not a party person, you know that,” you sigh.

“You should go to just this one and if you hate it you never have to go to any ever again, pinky promise,” she smiles, holding her pinky out to you. 

You weigh your options, you hate crowds and all things loud, besides concerts for some reason…you’re not sure how to explain that but that's another problem for another time. But, if you go Simon will be there and you might finally be able to talk to him. You’ve been watching him from afar like a lovesick puppy for way too long now, if you don’t make a move tonight it’s possible that you never will. You sigh and wrap your pinky around hers in agreement. 

“Ohh hell yes, I’m coming to your place to help you pick what to wear. I love you too much to let you show up in a skirt that goes past your knees.”

“I hate everything I own right now,” you say bluntly, looking at Aubrey with a defeated look on your face. “Can’t I wear like, jeans or something?” 

“A skirt is easier to take off,” Aubrey jokes, laughing hard at the sight of your eyes widening at her words. “C’mon, give Simon something to look at that he hasn’t already seen. I know you’ve got something short and cute in there, let me look.” She pulls you out of your closet and you sit on your bed watching as she rummages through it. You sigh and lay back on the bed waiting for her to make her selections. 

“Ooh perfect!” Aubrey exclaims. Before you can even sit up you’re hit in the face with a dark purple babydoll dress you barely remember buying. 

“Um, ow?!” You pull the dress off your face and sit up glaring at her. You hold the dress up in front of you. It’s made of velvet and has white ruffles at the bottom and on the neckline.

“You’re gonna look hot in this. Very Courtney Love or Kat Bjelland.” 

You fold the dress over your arm and look up at her, “Fine…I’ll wear. You wanna find me some shoes?” Aubrey nods in response and goes back to your closet while you strip off and slip on the dress. It fits you perfectly, the hem reaching just above your fingertips. You grab a pair of tights from your drawer and slip them on as well. Aubrey lays out a pair of mary janes for you.

“I’m gonna run to my place and get ready, I’ll be back here at 8,” Aubrey says before heading out your door and leaving you alone to figure out your hair and makeup. You pull out a box of magazines from under your bed for some inspiration. You’re a fan of the messy grungey looks all your favorite artists wear. You finally land on a picture of Courtney Love that helps you make up your mind. You copy her dark red lipstick, smudged black liner, and add some mascara. You feel…hot. It’s a first for you to feel anything but fine. 

At 8pm on the dot you hear honking outside your house, you push the curtain out of the way and smile as you see Aubrey waiting outside in her beat up Honda. You head out the door, locking it behind you, and hop in the passenger seat. “You look fucking hot!” Aubrey exclaims, turning on the light in the car to get a better look at you.

You smile giddily, “Thanks…you do too. Anyone you have your eye on tonight?” 

She laughs, “Not unless Heather Watkins plans on breaking up with Ryan anytime soon.”

“We can only hope she’ll turn to her senses and give you a chance.”

“Damn right…Simon is gonna be all over you tonight y’know. I’ve seen Deena make him listen to Hole at lunch before, there’s no way that boy doesn’t have a crush on Courtney Love. You look like her but a million times hotter right now,” Aubrey says, clicking the car light back off and putting the car into drive. You fumble through the tapes in her glove compartment. You pull out a Bikini Kill tape and put it on. 

“How exactly am I supposed to talk to him?” You ask, turning to look at her as she starts the drive to Taylor’s house for the party.

“Well you open your mouth and-” Your groan cuts her off. She laughs at her own joke and rolls her eyes, “It’ll be much easier if you don’t stress over it. Just be yourself, he’ll like you.” You feel unsure, you don’t even know if he knows your name. You’ve been too shy to speak much to him. 

You’ve seen him at his work a few times and he’s always been friendly, but he’s paid for that so it doesn’t mean much in your eyes. “But what if he doesn’t? What if I’ve been pining over this guy for like two years now and he thinks I’m weird or embarrassing or-”

Aubrey rolls her eyes, “He’ll like you, trust me. Okay? And if he doesn’t you can get drunk and then we’ll go to Taco Bell and you can eat as many tacos as you want, okay?” 

“Fine…Taco Bell does sound kind of nice.” 

It doesn’t take long before you pull up in front of Taylor Owens house. There’s already dozens of people out in the grass all hanging out, the best part of living in the woods is having no neighbors to snitch when you throw a party. Aubrey finds a clear space to park and the two of you head inside, you stick close to her as you follow her inside. Some pop song you struggle to recognize is blaring from the speakers when you step inside, you both have to move carefully around the house as it’s already pretty packed. Your eyes scan across the room looking for Simon, you don’t see him but you do see his friends Kate and Deena in the kitchen. They’re leaning against the counter by the drinks talking with one another. As Aubrey leads you into the kitchen Simon comes in through the backdoor. 

“Kate c’mon, it’s your turn to take over, I’ve been out there for an hour now!”

Kate sighs, “Would another hour kill you?”

“You promised we’d switch every hour, go show those jocks your charm, there’s only so much I can do,” he jokes, nudging her towards the door. She rolls her eyes in annoyance but heads out back anyway, Deena follows behind her to keep her company. As Simon turns away from the girls his eyes land on you, he smiles wide and laughs in disbelief. “Holy shit…I never thought I’d see the day you came to a party!” He walks towards you giddily.

You laugh nervously, “Uh yeah, Aubrey practically had to drag me here…”

Aubrey looks over at you and then to Simon and then back at you. She nudges you towards Simon and looks up at him, “Y’know, they’ve never even drank before.”

“Seriously?” Simon wraps his arm around your shoulder and leads you over to the booze, you look back at Aubrey and she’s smiling at you with a thumbs up. “We are gonna fix that, take your pick.” You nervously look over all the different bottles, unsure of what you might like. 

“Uhh…what do you like? I don’t really know where to start with any of this…” You answer nervously. All the different brands and types overwhelm you.

Simon pulls you closer to him, leaning forward to get a better look at the selection. “Hmm…how about…peach schnapps! He grabs the clear bottle off the island, holding it up for you. “This barely tastes like anything, you’ll like it. Trust me.” He sets the bottle back down and grabs you a pink plastic shot glass, grabbing himself a purple one. You watch as he pours you both a shot, handing yours over after. You hold the shot glass up to your nose and sniff, nose crinkling in disgust.

“Is it supposed to smell like that?” You ask, looking at him warily. 

“Oh yeah, all alcohol tastes and smells pretty gross, this one isn’t as bad as the rest though. You’ll be fine, trust me,” he smiles. You watch as he leans his head back and takes his shot. You watch how his nose crinkles at the taste as he sets down the shot glass.

“So I just lean my head back and drink it?” You ask, holding your drink up..

“Pretty much, you wanna take it fast, don’t let it sit in your mouth. If you do you’ll wanna spit it out, this one tastes a little like cough syrup so you really don’t want it sitting in your mouth,” Simon explains. 

You hold the glass up to your lips and lean your head back, attempting to shoot it back but you only get about half the shot into your mouth before you try to choke it down. Simon giggles and shakes his head, “Uh, here. Let me help you.” He grabs your chin and leans your head back, “Mouth open, c’mon.” You feel your cheeks heat up but you do as he says. He grabs the shot glass from the counter and holds it up, “Let’s try this again, yeah?” You’re definitely going to be thinking about this in the shower later. He holds the shot glass up to your lips and tilts your head back just a bit more before pouring the shot down your throat. He lets you go once you’ve swallowed it down but smiles smugly as he watches you wipe your lips. “You’ve got it for next time right?” 

“Y-Yeah…definitely,” you sputter. Your pupils are blown and you feel hot. Your eyes wander his body shamelessly. You’ve never had anyone touch you like that, never had anyone take charge like that. It lights a fire in you with only one way to put it out. Simon can tell he’s got you worked up, he looks almost proud of it. 

“What’d you think? It wasn’t too bad, right?” He asks, moving in closer to you, putting his hand behind you on the counter you’re leaned up against. 

“I-It was nice…I mean, it didn’t taste as bad when you helped me,” you say nervously, looking down at your feet and playing with the hem of your dress. His hand comes down to feel the velvet material, grabbing the hem and rubbing the fabric between his fingers. 

“I like this look on you, very…punk. It suits you.” Your cheeks heat up again at his comment, at this moment you’re mentally begging someone to turn the ac up. 

“Thanks…I don’t usually dress like this, I kind of like it,” You say softly, looking up at him. He shifts his eyes to yours, briefing flicking down to your lips then back to your eyes.

“Why don’t you? It suits you, you like it, so what’s stopping you?” He asks, continuing to absentmindedly play with the hem of your dress. 

“I don’t know…I just don’t want to stick out at school I guess? It feels easier to just blend into the background, y’know?” 

“Let’s make a deal, you start dressing however you want and if anyone says anything about it I’ll have your back. It’ll make my day better to see you walk into school wearing something like this,” he teases, letting go of the hem of your skirt.

“Fine…deal,” you chuckle, holding out your hand for him to shake on it. His grip is firm when he grabs your hand, he pulls you slightly forward as he shakes on it. You put your hand against his chest to stop yourself from stumbling forward. 

“I can’t believe it’s taken me this long to talk to you. I’ve seen you around school for years, you’ve always looked cute y’know. You remind me of the basketcase chick from The Breakfast Club, before they gave her that shitty makeover at the end though. You just…you’ve always looked cool, I don’t know why we didn’t talk before,” Simon rambles.

“To be honest you’ve always intimidated me a little, I don’t know why. I’ve always wanted to talk to you but I could never work up the confidence.” You can’t believe you’re admitting that to him. 

“Me? Intimidating? You flatter me,” Simon giggles, his hand comes up to his chest dramatically before he gives you a coy look.

You roll your eyes and lean back against the counter again, Simon puts his hand on the other side of you, boxing you in against the counter now. “Are you always this dramatic?”

He feigns offense, gasping and pouting at your words. “Dramatic? I am not dramatic.”

You chuckle, “You should really consider joining theatre.”

“They’d be lucky to have me,” he says cockily.

“So lucky.”

You both pause, tension thick between you two. You’re both suddenly aware of just how close you are to one another. His hand comes up to cup your face and you melt into his touch. He starts to lean in before being interrupted by Kate.

“Si! C’mon switch with me, it’s been an hour.” He sighs and turns back to face her, his hands coming down to his side, making a fist in annoyance.

“I was kind of in the middle of something, Kate!” He groans, his eyes flicking back to you as you lean against the counter. 

Her eyebrows raise and she laughs, “Oh! Were you just-”

“I was about to,” Simon cuts her off.

“Well, rules are rules right. We’ve gotta make money somehow,” she says, crossing her arms. 

Simon debates what to do but eventually sighs and gives in, “Fine. Yeah, whatever.” He;s clearly annoyed by Kate interrupting the two of you. He turns back to you and kisses you quickly, catching you off guard. When he pulls away you instinctively lean towards him, almost chasing after his lips. “Come meet me outside, I’ll need some company. Maybe even give you and your friend a little sample, yeah?” He pulls away before you can respond and slips out the back door. 

“Did you really need to cock block him like that?” Deena groans at Kate. 

“He’s done it to me before, I wanted a little revenge,” she turns to you, “No offense to you.” 

“None taken…I think?”

Before Kate can say anything else Aubrey comes up behind you and drags you away from Kate and Deena. She pulls you towards the front door, “We need to go, whatever shitty food they had is going to make me puke. Can you drive?” Her face is pale and she doesn’t look great.

“Shit, yeah. Uh, go start the car. I’ll be out in a minute, there’s something I need to do really quickly.” Aubrey nods and heads out the front. You head towards the back to find Simon sitting in a lawn chair, a box in his lap, looking beyond bored. “You got a sharpie on you?” You ask, standing in front of him.

He nods and grabs it out of his hoodie pocket, he hands it to you with a confused look on his face. You grab his arm and roll up his sleeve, you quickly write your number on his arm and toss the sharpie back into his lap. You kiss his cheek, your lipstick leaving a mark. “Call me, okay?” 

He looks at you like he could kiss you again. “Yes ma’am,” he chuckles, leaning back in the chair and watching as you run off through the gate and to Aubrey’s car.

[mordredisacoolname]

FEAR STREET HEADCANONS - DATING THE OPPOSITE "SIDER"

MALE READER

Characters: Tommy, Alice, young Ziggy, Cindy, Kate, young Nick, simon

CW: couple of curse words

(didn't include Deena and Sam cause I'm pretty sure they're lesbians)

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Young Ziggy Berman

-she hates your ass

-she thinks you're posh and annoying

-one day you walk in on her preparing a prank for someone from Sunnyvale

-but you don't tell anyone

-she next day when the prank takes action she sees you trying to to laugh, you make I contact and just burst out laughing

-you came up to her after to tell her how her prank was genius

-"I don't know what you're talking about" she smirks

-"right, of course, but if you happen to see does know what I'm talking about tell her I know a couple of tricks she might like" you say and walk away

-two days later you hear someone knocking at your door at night

-surprise surprise, it's Ziggy

-"I may or may not be doing something for tomorrow" Ziggy walks away for you to follow her

-and you do.

-that night a lot of things changed for you both

Cindy Berman

-you don't care about this kind of things

-you already been dating for a couple of months

-you don't care what others say, you love that girl

-one day you Ziggy gets in trouble, and Cindy being Cindy tries to argue with her

-so Ziggy spits out how Cindy only started dating you to "fit in" with the Sunnyvales

-you stand there in shock looking disappointed at Cindy

-before she has the chance to speak to you, you walk away

-a few days later you have to work together

-"so, was everything just a lie? Did you just use me?"

-"no! I mean, at first yes, but.."

-"I can't believe it" you were hurt

-"please 'name', just hear me out! I did start dating you because I wanted to fit in, be like everyone else, but I cought feeling for you, I...I love you!"

-it takes time for you to trust her again

-but you come back together eventually

Kate Schmidt

-you have a kind of friendly rivealry relationship

-every game you meet up and jokingly insult each other

-it just becomes a habit, and you start wandering when you're gonna see her again

-one night you ask her for a quick chat

-away from everyone

-you can't wait anymore, so you just tell her how you feel

-her smile disappears, and she just leaves you standing there

-you think about this all of the game

-how you fucked up, and how you lost Kate

-after the game you feel so devastated

-but Kate runs up to you and drags you to the same spot you took her before

-she kisses you, smiling

-and than she just leaves

-it makes your night

Young nick good

-he always ignores you

-every time you speak at a game or council he looks at you with raised eyebrows, looks away, and continues to talk

-you actually think he's one of the least annoying Sunnyvales

-but you don't like the way he ignores you

-one day you get in trouble with Joan and her boyfriend

-he breaks it up and leads you away

-"what do you want" you're so annoyed, he probably wants something from you

-"what? Nothing, I just saved you from being thrown out of the camp"

-"and am I supposed to believe a Sunnyvale council just saved a shadyside guy he hates just because of kindness?"

-"wha- I don't hate you"

-"sure thing" you storm out

-the next few days you do everything to avoid him, not wanting to face whatever be has for you

-but it doesn't last for long

-you and Ziggy decides to prank some loser Sunnyvale

-but the thing is someone saw you

-"it was that scumbag, 'name', I saw him yesterday"

-you were fucked, now you're definitely gonna get thrown out

-"no, he was with me the whole night, helped me clean the cafeteria" nick came forward

-of course they believed him, he was the sheriff's son

-so you got of with just detention

-you were cleaning the stable when you saw nick coming up to you

-"I didn't as-"

-"I don't hate you, I hate that I like you" his eyes stared at you intensely

-you couldn't believe your ears

-you just stood there dumbfounded

-"but..I realized" he continued "he doesn't have to know"

-and than he kissed you

Simon kalivoda

-literally doesn't give two fucks about who you are and who knows what and who thinks what

-her likes you? You like him? That's all you need

-you always meet after school hanging out

-youre not afraid of going into the shadyside part, but you're worried when Simon goes to visit you

-anyway, that boy lives pda

-so if it was a secret you're dating (for your sake) it won't be one for long

Tommy slater

-he actually doesn't care

-at first he was a little wary yes, but after he got to know you he absolutely doesn't care what side you are

-but he's still unsure about being public

-so you date in secret

-its fun at the beginning, but starts to annoy you later on

-your want to do couple stuff with him like others, not hide your love

-you talked to him a couple times about this

-no your fifth time you threaten to leave him

-because you're really tired of this constant hiding

-always looking over your shoulder so no one sees you

-so after a few days apart he randomly walk up to you and kisses you on the cheek

-after that day he asks you if it was ok, he's not sure you like pda

-defenda you to everyone how talks shot about you

Alice

-youre kinda enemies at first

-always bickering and insulting each other

-at some point it becomes kinda fun

-its just your thing now

-your end up spending more time together

-not your choice obviously

-you both realize the other is not so bad as you thought

-so you start hanging out out of choice

-you two get very close

-smoking pot together

-talking about random shit

-one night she just kisses you

-youre unseparatable after that

[bumblebeeswrite]

SIMON KALIVODA BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS

summary: headcanons about your boyfriend, Simon

CW: fluff, drugs

word count: 475

• He's a little awkward at first, especially when it comes to showing affection. Expect a lot of shy smiles and blushing when you compliment him. It's endearing, though. But it’s such a contrast from the Simon you know. With everyone else he’s loud and boisterous and a little full of himself.

• You two probably bonded over a shared love for horror movies or maybe even comic books. Late nights at your place watching scary flicks are a regular occurrence, with him occasionally jumping at the jump scares even though he pretends he doesn't.

• He's incredibly loyal. Once he's your boyfriend, you know he's in it for the long haul. He'll always have your back, no matter what crazy Shadyside stuff is going on.

• He's surprisingly funny, with a dry, sarcastic wit. He can always make you laugh, even when things feel really intense (which, let's be honest, is pretty often in Shadyside).

• He's a great listener. He might not always have the perfect advice, but he'll always lend an ear and try his best to understand what you're going through.

• Dates are usually low-key. Think hanging out at your house, maybe grabbing pizza, or wandering around the town (when it's not trying to kill you, of course). He's not about grand gestures, but the time spent together is always genuine.

• He's fiercely protective of you, even if he doesn't always look like it. He might not be the most physically imposing, but he'll stand up for you against anyone, even a centuries-old witch.

• Introducing you to Deena and Josh was a big deal for him. Their approval means a lot, and he was probably a little nervous about it. Luckily, they adore you.

• He thinks you're way cooler than he is and is constantly a little surprised that you're with him. Make sure to remind him how awesome he is!

• He'll probably try to impress you with his (sometimes questionable) knowledge of how to survive horror movie scenarios. You might have to gently steer him away from some of the more outlandish ideas.

• Even though things in Shadyside are often terrifying, being with you makes everything a little less scary. You're his safe place.

•Visiting him at the grocery store under the disguise of buying a candy bar. Hanging out at the front by the registers eating said candy bar just to make silly faces at him

• He’s been held back twice. He works so much to support is family that he doesn’t have much time for school. He asks you to help him with homework all the time, and you happily oblige.

• Helping him with the candy store. You are more than happy to bat your pretty eyelashes at someone for a sale. He rewards you with a late night trip to the grocery store for whatever you want and a kiss, of course.