#simon kalivoda x y/n

[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."

[straightouttasantacarla]

Simon kalivoda x insecure reader head cannons

This was a request. I’m honestly excited to write this one.

Pronouns: gender neutral

Warning: mention of ED mention of SH

Simon kalivoda having an insecure s/o

Deena Kate and Sam invited you and Simon to go swimming

To say you weren’t nervous was a lie

This would be the first time any of them had seen you in your swimming clothes

You were nervous about your body being judged

Simon knew something was going on so he asked you

You confessed that you were insecure

Simon gave one of those “are you serious “ looks

“Y/n you are such an attractive person why are you insecure?”

You being venting to Simon about how you’re scared to show off your body

You explain how you’ve struggled with an eating disorder and even self harm

Simon tells you how perfect you are and how much he loves your body

If you have curves simon loves them

If you have scars from anything they don’t bother him

Anything you are insecure about it doesn’t bother simon

He thinks you are the most beautiful person he has ever seen and he will make sure you know it

You eventually go swimming with the group and after simons pep talk about how perfect and beautiful you are you feel less insecure

A/n I hope you enjoyed. Please send me any requests you have and don’t be a silent reader leave some feedback

[dollsbite]

BATHROOM BREAK - simon kalivoda ˖ ࣪ ☆

pairing : simon kalivoda + gn! reader

contains : making out, heavy nsfw themes, simon being in the mood, gross school bathrooms, dry humping.

note : i love how most simon fics are set in a bathroom. also, this is my first time attempting to write something like this so i'm sorry if it isn't the best.

you hadn't expected to spend your only free period wrapped up in your notes. with your untouched lunch tray resting on the table beside you, you made deena read the questions on your hastily written flashcards. begrudgingly, she flipped through the numerous questions, quizzing you for your upcoming test; which was right after lunch, much to your dismay. it wasn't your strongest subject so you hoped this sudden study session would jog your memory.

pizza was on today's menu but it wasn't the savory kind they made by hand, oh no: it was the kind they'd reheat in the microwave. it normally wouldn't be a problem but this brand felt like you were bitting into a piece of cardboard with pasta sauce. oddly enough, it was your boyfriend's favorite.

"where the hell is simon?" deena's eyes drifted from the card she held, to the vacant seat next to you. simon always sat by your side like a clingy puppy and she figured he would've shown up a while ago.

"dunno. told me he needed to take care of something, he looked pretty freaked out," you shrugged, resting your palm against your cheek as you recalled your previous encounter with him. normally, he'd walk you to your next class during passing period but this time, he brushed past you. simon merely glanced at you, shakily explaining that he had something important to do.

"that's weird," kate commented as she took a bite of her salad, "think mr. collins gave him shit today?"

she was referring to the rocky situation between your boyfriend and his math teacher. simon wasn't exactly his most favored student, failing to complete his homework on time, and bombing most of his tests. it wasn't easy for the boy, not with the double shifts he had to work at the grocery store. the bills weren't going to pay themselves and he was the sole provider for his family.

you sighed, "i hope not; he has enough on his plate as it is."

with a good ten minutes to spare, you decided to pack up your work to find him. sliding your tray over to deena for her to hopefully eat your food, you waved goodbye to the pair. of course, kate had to remark on you going to 'kick mr. collins' ass'. you stifled a laugh at the mental image of giving him a horrendous wedgie.

the halls were slowly beginning to crowd as people piled in, possibly trying to get to class early. you hadn't expected to be flagged down by a disheveled-looking simon peaking out from the boy's bathroom. he glanced around before motioning you inside. with raised brows, you followed close behind.

"what happened? did collins give you detention again?" you clutched the straps of your bag, shifting your weight as you waited for his answer. the whole situation was odd and simon wasn't acting like himself.

"no, no, he didn't. i have a much bigger problem," simon shook his head, averting his eyes. he was playing with the hem of his zipped-up jacket, reaching a shaky hand down to pull it over his shorts.

"then what's the matter?" you stepped closer. "c'mon, simon, talk to me."

he took a step back, nearly quivering as you placed a hand on his shoulder.

he finally cracked, "i have a boner, okay?! you're just - you're just so hot and it's driving me crazy."

simon's cheeks were flushed, eyes widened in horror as he heard someone approaching the door. he rushed over, pulling the door handle back to prevent whoever it was from coming in, "you don't wanna come in, man. someone shit all over the walls! i, uh - think they got some on the ceiling, too."

you could hear a muffled 'ew' from behind the door before whoever it was stepped away. if not for the current situation, you'd be patting simon on the back for thinking of such a quick, disgusting solution.

"shit on the walls? is that the best you could come up with, kalivoda?" you teased, biting your lip as simon locked the front door.

simon groaned, whining as he fixed his pants, "like you could've come up with a better excuse."

"just shut up and kiss me," you scoffed, pulling him by his jacket. though slightly chapped, his warm lips had your mind-melting with how gentle his kisses were. sweet, innocent kisses soon grew heavier, your lips parting slightly for him to slip his tongue inside.

your fingers tugged firmly at his blonde curls, causing simon to moan softly into your mouth. your needy bodies brushed up against one another as your eyes rolled back in ecstasy; simon nipping your bottom lip. you pressed your knee between his legs, lightly grinding it against his bulge. the blonde's hips stuttered and he let out a strangled whine.

a shiver ran down your spine once you felt the heat of his throbbing cock rutting against you. oh fuck, that was hot. simon dropped a hand between your legs and slipped into your underwear, running his fingers over your wanting core. the cold metal of his rings against your hot skin had you seeing stars.

with your mind cloudy with lust, you managed to lightly brush his hand away. he sent you a questioning look but he seemed to understand why.

"i did something wrong, didn't i?" he sounded concerned, looking a bit like a kicked puppy.

"you were perfect," you assured, completely out of breath, "it's just - here," you gestured to his jacket.

his movements were awkward as he struggled to take it off, handing it to you hastily without asking another word. simon watched carefully as you laid the garnet across the dingy floor, kneeling on it.

your fingers made work to pull down his zipper, staring up at him with big eyes.

"god, i love bathroom breaks," simon whimpered as you pulled his pants down, the fabric pooling at his legs.

[rebelrebels]

Could I request a possessive Simon x reader 👀

indeed you can. this was more like a fluffy possessive simon whoops

warnings: language

summary: (honestly more fluffier than i thought) simon is tired of sunnyvalers flirting with you when it's clear you're dating him. so, simon tries to makes sure no one else flirts with you.

"Simon, hurry up if you want to kick Sunnyvale ass!"

"I'm coming!"

Deena honked her car's horn once again. Simon came running out the front door with his backpack. You scooted over in the backseat to make room for him. He gladly took up all of the space.

"Why did you have to take all of us to meet your girlfriend?" You huffed.

"It's an excuse to get drunk with my girlfriend."

"We all know you're just going to make out in the bathroom," Simon responded. Everyone else agreed.

Deena started driving to Sunnyvale, and Josh had the luxury of sitting in the front seat. You, Kate, and Simon were stuck in the backseat.

Simon procured some cassettes from his backpack.

"Hey, no sappy shit, alright?" Deena said before putting one of the tapes he handed into the car's cassette deck.

"School's Out" By Alice Cooper came on instead, so you and Simon yelled the lyrics painfully off-key. Kate eventually joined in. After thirty minutes of singing along to rock songs, you finally arrived at Sunnyvale. There wasn't even a welcome sign anymore, just the usual disgruntled Sunnyvalers giving you the middle finger. Deena drove up to Sam's house and parked in the driveway.

Simon grabbed his backpack. "I don't know why you carry that around all the time," you said.

"For emergencies," he said matter-of-factly. You looked over at Kate, who shrugged.

Deena was busy bringing all of your gifts for Sam inside, and you were preoccupied with pouring yourself a cup of alcohol-free punch. Sam specifically said alcohol-free when Simon walked in.

You were about to go talk to Simon, but a Sunnyvaler stopped you.

"Can I help you?" You asked.

"You're pretty."

Came off a little too strong, you thought to yourself. Before you could say another word, Simon was next to you wrapping his arm around your waist.

"Fuck off," Simon said. The Sunnyvaler Stranger scurried away mumbling curses underneath his breath.

"That was a little much, Si."

"I know, right? The best for my lover."

You rolled your eyes to hide a small, lopsided smile, and Simon made a few stops to insult Sunnyvalers (you presumed, you really couldn't hear anything he said) before walking back to the living room to be a third wheel to Kate and Josh. To alleviate the awkwardness, you guessed. Simon was either terrible or amazing at not being socially awkward. You walked over to Sam, who was busy rummaging through her cassettes to put in the stereo.

"Oh, hi," she said.

"What's this?" You picked up a cassette that was labeled 'ours'.

"Simon asked me to put it on."

You smiled unconsciously. This was the mixtape you curated for him, one that he played every time you came over. The songs that made it up were practically imprinted onto your brain. His as well. Maybe it wasn't special to onlookers and drunk Sunnyvalers, but it was to you and Simon.

"Do you know where he is?" You asked Sam.

"Living room, last time I checked."

You thanked her, seeing Deena and Sam sneak into the bathroom and close the door out of the corner of your eye, and went to the living room.

Simon was sat next to Josh (who was asleep next to Kate) watching an obscure TV show that probably wasn't popular since the sixties.

"Hey, Y/N," he said with a sheepish grin.

"Our mixtape is on."

"Yeah. I heard. Wanna watch?"

"Sure," you sat down next to him, head rested comfortably on his shoulder. "You've been acting weird ever since we came to this party."

"Led Zep's on," he deflected.

Led Zep was, indeed, on. You could hear "Heartbreaker" from the main room.

"No," you continued, "you're a little...possessive, is all."

"Possessive?"

"Jealous?"

"I liked possessive better."

"Nah, you're jealous."

"No," he said, a slight blush creeping onto his cheeks.

"I heard," you said, "from Deena, that you went around telling Sunnyvalers to back off and stop hitting on me."

"Hey, Y/N," Deena stopped you.

You stopped. "Yeah?"

"Sam overheard Simon telling Peter to, and I quote, "get fucked"."

"What for?"

"Hitting on you, I guess? Sam didn't finish. She had a little too much, uh, virgin punch."

You laughed softly.

"Maybe I did," he responded.

"Why? I can fend for myself, you know."

"I know. I just thought maybe I'd be able to piss off every asshole at this party as possible."

You smiled. You stared down at his hand, letting your fingers hover over his chipped black nail polish, noting to yourself to fix them later on.

"You're really," you paused to find a word that fit, "sweet. Cute, even."

He smiled back. You two exchanged no words while watching the black and white show on the TV screen with, unfortunately, no subtitles or captions. You fell asleep when Heart played subtly from the main room. You don't know the exact time of when you woke up, but the party was almost over and everyone by now was leaving.

"You ready to go?" Deena asked, practically stumbling into the living room.

"Did it..take you long to find us?" You asked.

Kate and Josh popped up next to her. "No, she had to deal with a drunk Sam," Kate replied. "She's coming with us, by the way."

"Won't her mom be worried?" Simon asked.

"Nah," Deena replied nonchalantly.

"Hey, I call shotgun!" You yelled before Simon could.

"I don't want her to throw up in my lap!" He whined.

"Boo hoo," you said, climbing into the car's front seat.

Sam didn't throw up in Simon's lap, but did so by slowly moving her head through the open window. You adjusted the rearview mirror to see Simon's disgusted face and almost burst out in laughter.

In the middle of the drive, Deena took something out of her pocket and gave it to you. You were slightly confused.

"What is it?"

"A picture of you and Simon sleeping on Sam's couch."

"Cute, kind of creepy, but cute."

Your head was rested on his shoulder like at the party, Kate and Josh were gone. Simon was holding your hand, his head nestled snugly in your nape.

You placed it on the dashboard, smiling at it, wondering how many Sunnyvalers gave you annoyed looks.

[wendeeee]

Reaction to you asking them out/them asking you out

fearstreet characters x reader

requested: no

this is an apology post because I haven't been responding to requests😭

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Deena Johnson

chances are she probably likes you back. she's kinda taken back by it cause she hid her feelings, and was in denial. but she was happy to yes to it.

Sam Fraser

she was the one who asked you out. she was super excited when you said and couldn't stop smiling about it. "wait are you being for real?"

Josh Johnson

he took awhile to comprehend it. so ended leaving you there not responding to your question. later that day he came up to you and apologized for running away. he was really happy to say yes.

Kate Schmidt

she asked you out, it was really blunt but you could tell she really meant it. one day she kinda just walked up to you asked you out. you had known each other for awhile and you couldn't deny your feelings. and of course you said yes to which she was happy about

Simon Kalivoda

he was kinda cliche with it, he left a note in your locker to meet you somewhere. it was that he wanted to admit it somewhere private. super happy and giddy when you said yes to him.

Ziggy Berman

probably does it at a random time but shy about it. you were helping her out with a scratch that she had got from Shelia. while you were finishing she just asked. "do you wanna go out with me?" you kinda just stood there. but you said yes.

Cindy Berman

you were helping her with some kids. she was really nervous to ask, fidgeting with her hands a lot. when she asked you she said it in a really quiet voice. she was really happy when you told her yes.

Alice

you guys had an affair going on prior to your the ask. so you already new each other pretty well. when you asked her out she was a bit hesitant but did say to it.

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[suicidalslasher]

𝑛𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 ➤𝑠𝑖𝑚𝑜𝑛 𝑘

(part one)

This is absolute garbage as it's three in the morning and I wrote this on the spot, also on my small and ancient iPhone. Regardless, I hope you enjoy it and there is going to be a second part ;)

(which will be longer, by the way. and probably be better, too.)

(NSFW themed elements are hinted but not shown.)

(Y/F/N means your full name too if yall didn't already know, lmao.)

Swallowing the lump in her throat, (Y/N) turns and looks over at her best friend, Simon. Hot tears ran down her face, soaking her skin  as she choked back on a sob. Other than herself, he was the last one alive. "Simon....."   He shook his head, pressing his finger to her lips, hushing her from uttering another word.  He didn't want to hear it. He hardly believed any of this was happening. He swore it was just a nightmare, and at any given minute, he'll wake up in his bed, breathing heavily but breathing, no less.   But that moment never came.  Red, splotchy marks zig-zagged his skin, having pinched himself too many times to count. He had done this because he needed to see if this was really happening or not. After the tenth or so time, realization hit. This was no nightmare. His friends were dead.  Those monsters out there were the real fucking deal.      "They're all dead..... There was so much blood, I've never seen so much in my life…” “Here I was, thinking living in a movie would be all that and a bag of chips…” Simon shook his head, a humorless laugh bubbling out from his throat as he chuckled dryly, tears beginning to form in the corner of his eyes. “I never wanted to live in a horror movie, mind you. Always pictured myself, living in a romantic comedy. The cute boy next door or the best friend the main character falls in love with…” Simon trailed off, a dust of red outlining his cheeks. He then coughed and shook his head once more. “Not sure what’s worse — dying a virgin or having been almost killed by some possessed chick, throwing up black blood on me.” That got a laugh out of (Y/N) but she was quick to hide her amusement by the palm of her hand, never knowing when the killers were coming or not. She needed to be as quiet as a mouse. As far as she knew, they were gone and far away. At least for now, anyhow… Simon and her had ran a pretty good distance. But who knew how long that would last for..? (Y/N) didn’t want to think about it. Instead, she turned her attention to Simon. “You don’t have to die a virgin…” (Y/N) whispered. “(Y/F/N) are you saying what I think you’re saying?” He gasped, looking at her with his mouth wide open and eyes as big as saucers. “Simon Kalivoda, it would be an honor to have you pop my cherry.” Simon pursed his lips together as if he were deep in his thoughts before he gave a quick nod as he then nearly tackles (Y/N) to the ground, the two falling to the pavement with a thud. “Maybe, this can still be one of those cheesy romantic comedies, too… at least for right now. We can play pretend. Nothing else matters. Nothing expect you and I.” (Y/N) whispered as she brushed her fingers across Simon’s cheek, holding back more tears which were threatening to continuously spill if she didn’t blink them away. “Nothing else matters.” He echoed as he brought his lips down onto hers. For years, this was all Simon had been wanting to do. Of course, the time the two are getting chased by multiple deadly killers, would he have enough confidence to do something like this. Of fucking course. Never, in a million years, did he think he’d be in this position — kissing his best friend in an empty and cold high school bathroom while there were actual serial killers on the hunt for them. As Simon caressed his best friend’s skin, gazing his fingertips across her body while peppering her face with gentle and loving kisses, muttering sweet nothings against her skin — he realizes she was right. Nothing else mattered in this moment expect for them. “(Y/N)?” Simon looks at her with such a fond expression, with such love in his eyes, it almost makes (Y/N) burst into tears. “Yeah..?” She whispers. “Whatever happens tonight… I.. I just want to let you know I love you. I always have, and I always will. No matter what.” “I love you too, Simon. Whatever happens, I’ll always be here. For you… with you. It’s always been me and you — you and I. Not even scary killers can get between us.” “Do you think love can concur all…? Like.. a true love kiss can save the day..?” “I don’t see why not… Now, shut

up and kiss me, you fool.” Simon shut his mouth instantly and went back to kissing (Y/N). “Whatever happens, I’ll always be here. For you… with you. It’s always been me and you — you and I….” (Y/N)’s words echo in the back of his head. And Simon isn’t sure as to why that reason may be….

Not until later does he truly understand the importance of that saying.

[fics-n-stuff]

Booze, Bruises and Town Curses

Pairing: Simon Kalivoda × Reader (gender neutral)

Summary: Simon and Y/N have a lifelong friendship and a persistent habit of making out while intoxicated, which definitely doesn't mean anything at all. One night after working the late shift they get to talking about their futures in Shadyside and the curse that hangs over the town, which might lead to other conversations and discoveries.

Word Count: 4.5k

Warnings: Mentions of drugs and alcohol use (underage), cigarette smoking (also underage), mentions of alcoholism, mentions of a loved one in prison

A/N: I binged the Fear Street trilogy on Halloween and have been obsessed with Simon ever since, so I wrote this. It's entirely separate from the plot of the movie, but I'm thinking of maybe turning this into a little series that does coincide with the movies (Simon lives AU tho because his death broke my heart) so if anyone thinks they'd want to see that then leave a reply and let me know ✌🏽💕

“Sup!” You exclaimed, jumping up to sit on the checkout counter that Simon stood behind. It was five minutes to closing so the grocery store was practically empty, and Simon was one of three employees still working.

“Oh goody, it’s Y/N.” Simon replied jokingly.

“You better be happy to see me, I’m your ride home.” You scoffed, pulling a cigarette out of your pocket. You placed it between your lips and snatched one of the lighters out of the stand on the checkout desk to light it with.

“Some day I’m gonna make you actually buy the lighter.” Simon muttered, not bothering to look up from organising the till. You laughed, which made you cough, and he looked at you then. “You should really quit, you have asthma.”

“What can I say, man?” You wheezed, hitting your chest a few times. “Just can’t kick it.”

“You haven’t tried."

“Don’t preach to me like you don’t have your vices.” You rebutted. That shut him up. You looked back over your shoulder at the middle-aged man at the checkout a few over doing a late night grocery run, taking another long drag of your cigarette.

“Holy shit, did I do that?” Simon asked, and you turned back to him with a curious hum. You saw that his eyes were transfixed on the mess of purple bruises on the side of your neck which you had discovered in the mirror that morning.

“Oh, yeah, guess so.” You chuckled, your hand subconsciously moving up to rub over the hickeys. “I don’t really remember it either.”

Both you and Simon had been far from sober when he had left those hickeys on you, having attended a party the night before. It was a pretty common occurrence for the two of you to make out while drunk or high (or both at the same time), but it wasn’t very often that one of you left so much evidence behind. You just knew that Kate and Deena would mock you relentlessly when they next saw you.

As far as you were concerned, it was normal for close friends to make out while intoxicated. Simon and Kate had hooked up multiple times before – and that was further than you ever went with Simon – and they were just friends, but she and Deena were constantly trying to get you to admit that what you and Simon were doing was more than that. It wasn’t. There was nothing between you when you were sober.

You stayed in silence for a few minutes, Simon counting up the money in the register and clearing up the checkout while you smoked your cigarette, before the other two employees called out to let Simon know that they were leaving and it was just you two alone in the store.

“Do you need any groceries before I lock up?” Simon asked, his voice seeming to echo in the silence.

“Mom wrote a little list.” You replied, pulling a crumpled scrap of paper from your pocket and smoothing it out between your fingers. At the same time, Simon grabbed the ash tray that was kept under the desk and held it up for you to drop your cigarette butt into.

“Alright, let’s go shopping.” He smiled, grabbing a basket from the top of the stack on the end of the checkout and grabbing your hand to pull you down from the counter.

Simon had been using his employee discount for your family’s groceries as well as his own for almost two years now. In exchange, you fixed his family’s junker of a car – and anything else they might need fixing – for free, having started your job at a mechanic and electronics repair store the same month he had started at the grocery store. It seemed an appropriate arrangement for two people who had known each other their whole lives and were supporting their families almost singlehandedly.

“Do you think we get high too often?” You asked as the two of you strolled through the isles collecting the items on your shopping list.

“Nah.” He shrugged, waving his hand dismissively. “We still get to school fine, get to work fine, why shouldn’t we have some fun? Why are you asking?”

“I don’t know, I guess I just don’t want to turn out like my dad. Or my mom, for that matter.”

“Yeah, well, none of us want to become our parents.”

“I’m serious, Simon.” You frowned, halting in your step. “All the drinking and the drugs, it’s fun for now but what if it doesn’t stay that way? What if one day it stops being for fun and we end up just like all the other junkies and alcoholics in this town? I don’t want to become that.”

“Then you won’t.” Simon replied softly, placing a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to be drunk or high to have fun, I promise you’re plenty fun without it. I know you, you won’t let that happen to yourself.”

“And what about you?”

“You won’t let that happen to me either.” He smiled. “You always take care of me, right? Come on, let’s ring this up and get out of here. I’ll grab you a pack of smokes too.”

“I thought you wanted me to quit.” You laughed lightly.

“Eh, not my place to tell you what to do.” Simon shrugged exaggeratedly, and draped an arm over your shoulders as you both started walking again.

You picked up the last few things from your list and headed back to the checkout, Simon grabbing you a pack of cigarettes before ringing it all up. You handed him your card to pay and bagged up the groceries.

“Give me ten minutes to lock up and I’ll meet you at the car.” He said, helping you bag the last of your groceries and grabbing the keys from behind the counter. You hummed in affirmation and grabbed the bags. You had parked your car right in front of the entrance to the store, so you didn’t have to go far, and you loaded the bags into the trunk and hopped into the driver’s seat to wait for Simon.

Your thoughts drifted as you stared out of the window. You thought about what Simon said about you not letting yourself become like your parents, but you knew that wasn’t how it worked. Neither of them ever intended to end up how they were.

Subconsciously, your fingers traced lightly over the hickeys on your neck. You had your reasons to keep drinking, to keep taking drugs, and was it really so wrong if Simon was one of them? You didn’t have many other friends, many other people that you cared about and that cared about you. The only relationship you had ever been in was in middle school and you hardly even counted that as a relationship. What you had with Simon felt special somehow, but it couldn’t continue if you gave up drugs and alcohol. There was nothing between you when you were sober.

“Alright, let’s go.” Simon’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts as he opened the door and swung into the passenger seat. You smiled and started your engine, Ace of Base blasting from the radio as the car came to life.

The drive to Simon’s house from the grocery store was about fifteen minutes, and the two of you spent it singing along to the radio. The roads were pretty empty with how late it was, and the drive felt rather peaceful.

“Have you got a minute to come in and take a look at our radio?” Simon asked as you turned the corner onto his street. “It broke a couple days ago.”

“Yeah, sure.” You nodded, parking outside his house. “I’ll grab my tools and see what I can do.”

You hopped out of the car and grabbed the toolkit that you kept in the trunk, following Simon up the path to his house. When he opened the front door you were hit with a wall of noise as his little brother and sister ran around the living room.

“Y/N's here!” Simon called as the two of you shuffled inside.

“Hi, Y/N!” His mom shouted from somewhere upstairs.

“Hey, Mrs Kalivoda!” You called back.

“Alright, you two get lost while Y/N tries to fix the radio. Why are you even still up anyway? Go to bed.” Simon told his little siblings, shooing them away. They quickly said hi to you before running off upstairs.

“So what’s wrong with it then?” You asked Simon, setting your tools down and gesturing to the boombox radio on the coffee table.

“Timothy dropped it. The cassette player stopped working and I think one of the speakers is busted.” He explained. You sighed.

“Of course Timothy dropped it. Where is he anyway?”

“He got a job delivering pizzas a couple nights a week now that he has his licence. Do you want anything?” He asked as he headed into the kitchen. You declined the offer and started unpacking some tools, sitting down cross-legged on the floor with the radio in your lap.

When Simon returned he had a can of soda in his hand and was no longer wearing a shirt. You rolled your eyes.

“You just couldn’t wait to strip, could you?” you asked sarcastically.

“Hey, I’m in my own home. Look away if you find me so irresistible.” He grinned, and you rolled your eyes again before turning back to the radio.

You made idle chat for a while after that, the conversation being led by Simon because you had a tendency to hold your screwdriver in your mouth rather than just putting it down. You claimed that it helped you focus. Eventually there was lull in the conversation, and the atmosphere seemed to become suddenly very serious.

“What you said earlier, about turning out like your parents, is that something you’re really worried about?” He asked. You paused for a second, then set the radio down on the floor and removed the screwdriver from between your lips.

“Yeah, kinda.” You replied. “I mean, my dad has been in and out of prison my whole life, my mom’s a casual alcoholic. My family’s been in Shadyside for, what, three and a half centuries? And never made anything of themselves. What should make me believe that I’ll be the one to break the cycle?”

“Jesus, you sound like Deena.”

“You know we’re right, though. Barely anyone makes it out of Shadyside, and the few that do leave never go for good reasons. This whole place is cursed, like for real cursed.”

“So maybe it is cursed, people still manage to enjoy their lives here. Have friends, fall in love, have families that don’t fall apart.” Simon argued. “It’s not everyone but it’s some people, why not us?”

You sighed and shrugged, averting your gaze from Simon and grabbing the radio again. You were almost done fixing it, Timothy had just knocked some of the components out of place when he dropped it and it wasn’t too hard to put them back where they belonged.

You were just closing up the back of the boombox when the phone started ringing in the kitchen and Simon jumped up to answer it.

“Oh, hey Mrs Y/L/N.” You heard him say when he picked up, and you put everything down so you could stand. “Yeah, Y/N’s here, I’ll pass the phone over.” He handed the phone to you as soon as you reached him, but instead of just leaving you to talk to your mom he decided instead to tickle your sides.

“Stop it!” You scolded, wriggling away from him and swatting at his hands. “Go and put a shirt on, you animal.” He laughed at that, and you rolled your eyes as he left the kitchen and put the phone to your ear. “Hey, mom.” You greeted.

“Hi, sweetie. Listen, the gas got cut off again this afternoon so we went to grandma’s for dinner. I wanted to call you sooner but nobody picked up at the garage and I wasn’t sure where you’d be going after work. I figured when you weren’t home that you were probably at Simon’s, so I just called to tell you that we don’t have any leftovers for you tonight, honey. I’m really sorry.” Your mother explained, her speech unpausing in the way that it was when she’d had a couple of drinks.

“That’s fine, mom. I’ll just, uh... I’ll just grab something on the way home. Are the kids in bed?”

“Yeah, yeah they went up a couple hours ago.” She answered, and you felt relieved that she had probably at least waited until your little siblings were asleep to start drinking.

“Alright. Well, I’ll probably be here for a little while so call back if there’s an emergency. I’ll be home in a couple of hours maximum, okay?” You told her, and the two of you said your goodbyes.

You sighed harshly as you put the phone back onto the unit and stomped back out into the living room. You rifled through your toolbox for your pad of post-it notes and pen and angrily scribbled a note for yourself to sort out the gas bill.

“Are you okay?” Simon asked gently, now wearing a random t-shirt plucked from the laundry basket full of clothes that needed to be ironed in the corner.

“The gas got switched off, again, so now I have to figure out what mom did with her last paycheck and redo our budgeting for the month so we can have heat and the ability to cook.” You ranted, throwing the post-it notes back into the toolbox and snatching the radio back up to finish the job. “I’m probably gonna have to use my paycheck to pay the bill, which eats into our food budget and completely eradicates the emergency fund for the month, so then I’m gonna have to pick up extra shifts in case we have an unexpected expense. And then what if I find out she forgot to pay the electrical bill again? We’re gonna have to walk around with torches and candles for a month like we did last year. Jesus, if she could just-"

“Y/N, stop.” Simon said sternly, cutting off your angry rambling by grabbing your wrists. He gently moved your hands away from the radio and you realised that you had finished putting it back together and had just been wearing down the heads of the screws. “You’re gonna be okay. You always find a way to make it work.” He took the radio from you and set it on the table before sliding in a cassette tape sat nearby and pressing the on button. There was a brief fizzle before Whatta Man by Salt-N-Pepa started to play. “See, you made it work.”

“Fixing a boombox is a lot easier than fixing my family’s financial situation.” You muttered, standing up.

“For you, maybe. I wouldn’t have known where to start with this thing.” He chuckled. The joke failed to get rid of your frown. “Come on, look at us Y/N. I’ve been the primary breadwinner of this household for almost three years, you’ve been parenting your little siblings basically their whole lives. We figure it out, we make it work, we make the best of it.”

You sighed, leaning forward across the small amount of space between you to rest your forehead against his shoulder. His hand came up to rest on your back comfortingly, and you breathed in the smell of the laundry detergent on his shirt.

“Is that all we get? Barely scraping by and acting happy about it?”

“Maybe.” Simon replied softly. “Maybe it won’t be that bad. As long as we have each other, right? We can carve out our own little corner of happiness in Shadyside.”

“You really believe that?” You asked. He hummed in affirmation, wrapping his other arm around you and pulling you closer, prompting you to wrap your arms around him too. You took a steadying breath and embraced this moment of vulnerability as an opportunity to bring up whatever it was that was going on between the two of you. “Can I tell you something?” You started hesitantly.

“Yeah, of course.”

After a second of hesitation, you pulled away from Simon and took half a step back, your hands clasping in front of you to stop them from shaking. You couldn’t bring yourself to actually look at him – your best friend since childhood and your only lifeline when things got too hard – because you didn’t want to be able to see what he was thinking.

“I’ve been thinking lately about why I drink and do drugs and just, you know, party like we do.” You started, talking at the floor in front of Simon. “I mean, I know I have plenty of sorrows to drown or whatever, and it’s fun and all, but I had to admit to myself that I had a different reason.”

“What, is it a bad reason?” He questioned, concerned by your fidgeting and downcast gaze.

“I don’t know, I guess that’s for you to decide.” You muttered awkwardly. You didn’t notice that your hand had reached up to your neck until it was already brushing against the bruises there, and by then it was too late to act like that wasn’t what you were talking about. “What I mean to say is... well, uh, when I think about it there’s a consistent outcome most times that I get drunk or high, and maybe that outcome is one of the reasons that I keep doing it. Because if I’m not sober then it doesn’t count, and it doesn’t ruin a lifelong friendship when I make out with my best friend.” Your voice trailed off, getting quieter with each word and ending as barely more than a whisper.

Silence hung in the air for what felt like a lifetime, but was probably actually only a few seconds, then you felt Simon’s hand on your shoulder. You still couldn’t bring yourself to look at him, and after another few seconds he took a hold of the hand that was still down by your side.

“That’s not a bad reason.” He replied. “Actually, it’s a pretty damn good one. I mean, just look how pretty I am.” The joke made you exhale sharply through your nose, but you were too uncomfortable to actually laugh. You finally forced yourself to look at Simon, and found him smiling at you. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

“I was worried you might hate me.” You mumbled with a shrug.

“I would never. Nothing you do could make me hate you, especially not this. It’s you and me ‘til the end, right? Always has been, always will be.”

“You mean that?”

“Of course.” He nodded. His eyes flicked across your face and his smile shifted, the corner of his mouth turning into more of a smirk, and he moved his hand from your shoulder up towards your neck. “I don’t know your opinion, but I think these look good on you.”

You bit your bottom lip slightly, a smile tugging at your own mouth, as Simon’s fingers wrapped around the hand that you still had resting at the side of your neck and he closed the half a step of distance between you. You were practically nose to nose now, his breath tickling over your face and creating butterflies in your stomach.

“Is that something we should try while sober?” Simon asked softly, his gaze flicking between your eyes and your lips. You nodded, your mouth suddenly very dry, and tried very hard to relax when he leaned forward across the minuscule amount of space left between you.

It was a different kind of kiss than previous times, much gentler with the lack of any substances in your bloodstreams. Simon’s hand slid up from your neck to cup your jaw, the other moving to grip your waist, while you brought your hands up to his shoulders. It felt right – it felt like what you had wanted it to feel like all of those times that you’d been intoxicated – and for that moment it was like everything else melted away into nothing and it was just you and Simon.

You were grinning when you pulled away. Simon leaned back so he could look at your face without moving away from you, his thumb brushing across your cheekbone.

“I should have done that a long time ago.” He smiled. You giggled lightly and pulled him back in, and he responded eagerly, craning his neck to deepen the kiss. And this was more like what you’d done before, fervid and urgent, just a bit less messy. It didn’t last that long though, you having to pull back for air because you’d been so focused on kissing Simon that you forgot to breathe.

“Maybe I shouldn’t have made you put a shirt on.” You joked, resting your forehead against his. It was then that you realised that the song had changed to The Power Of Love by Celine Dion, and you chuckled. “What is on this cassette?”

“It’s a mixtape that Timothy's girlfriend made for him.” Simon answered, also chuckling. “None of the songs match and most of them are cheesy love songs.”

As if on cue, the front door opened and Timothy hustled inside with a couple of pizza boxes in his hands. You and Simon let go of each other and took a step back before he saw you, and you shoved your hands into your pockets.

“Hey, you’re home.” Simon greeted.

“I can’t work all night.” Timothy smiled. “Hey, Y/N, how come you’re here so late?”

“Fixed the radio. Can I have some of that pizza?”

“Yeah, of course.” He nodded. He crossed over to the stairs and called up that he was home and brought pizza before heading into the kitchen, and you followed after him.

“So what are you getting paid? Minimum wage?” You questioned, hovering at his side ready to swoop for the pizza.

“Yep.” He sighed, turning to you with a resigned smile. Then his eyebrows furrowed. “Are those hickeys?”

“Hm? Oh, yeah.” You answered, actually having forgotten about the bruises on your neck momentarily. “Party last night, you know how it goes.”

“Uhuh, and who was the lucky second party?”

“None of your business, twerp.” You hissed, flicking him in the forehead, but you didn’t miss the way his eyes shifted towards Simon suggestively.

You grabbed a slice of pepperoni as soon as the first box was opened, almost burning your mouth on the cheese which was still surprisingly hot. A few moments later, the two youngest siblings came careening into the kitchen to make a grab for the pizza, followed by Simon’s mom who was much calmer.

“They refused to go to sleep unless they got pizza.” She sighed. “Jesus, Y/N, what happened to your neck?”

“Simon happened, is my guess.” Timothy smirked, and you smacked him round the back of the head.

“Let’s not talk about my neck anymore, okay?” You said around your mouthful of pizza. “I’m gonna cram down a bunch of this pizza and then head home, I’m doing another double shift tomorrow.”

“Working late?” Simon asked. You shook your head.

“Starting early. I have to be at the shop in...” You looked up at the clock. “A bit less than seven hours.”

“Hey, were you guys listening to my tape?” Timothy exclaimed suddenly, rushing out to the living room. The tape had moved on and was now playing I Just Called To Say I Loved You by Stevie Wonder.

“We were checking that the radio was working.” Simon replied. “Your girlfriend kinda needs a lesson in how to put together a cohesive mixtape.”

“Simon, don’t be rude.” Mrs Kalivoda scolded, hitting him in the shoulder, and you laughed as you picked up another slice of pizza.

You had five slices in total, shoved into your mouth as fast as possible. You had been hungrier than you’d realised. When you finished, you threw your tools back into the box and headed for the door.

“Good to see you all, thanks for the pizza.” You smiled, receiving a chorus of goodbyes from Simon’s family. Simon went to the door with you and you expected him to leave you there, but then he started walking down the front walkway with you. “What are you doing?”

“Walking you to your car.” He smiled.

“Okay, why?”

“Because I want to.” He shrugged, and you breathed a laugh. You dropped your toolbox back into the trunk, and as you pushed the hatch shut you felt a pair of hands on your hips.

“Ah, I see. You had ulterior motives.” You smirked, turning around to face him and leaning back against the car.

“Yeah, well, I didn’t think I could do this in front of my family.” He purred, and leaned in to kiss you. It was casual and sweet, and you smiled into it.

“I could get used to this.” You said when you pulled back. Simon grinned and took a step back, glancing back towards his house to check that nobody (Timothy specifically) was watching.

You walked around to the driver’s side door, pulling a cigarette out of your pocket as you went. There was a box of matches in your glove box to light them with. You placed the cigarette between your lips and swung open the door, turning back around to say a final goodbye to Simon. To your surprise, he took a hold of the cigarette in his fingers and gently removed it from your mouth.

“Hey! I thought it wasn’t your place to tell me what I can and can’t do.” You exclaimed with a pout.

“That was before a very important development.” He replied. “If we’re gonna defy the Shadyside curse together, I can’t have you dying early of lung cancer. Also I don’t want you to taste like cigarettes.” You snorted a laugh at that, and nodded in surrender.

“I gotta go. See you Monday.”

“Nah, see you tomorrow. I’m gonna swing by the garage before work and drop you off some breakfast, I know you don’t eat when you start early.”

“Ugh, you’re the best.” You smiled, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and hugging him tightly.

“Yeah, I know. Now go home and get some sleep, I’ll see you in the morning.” He said, and when you released him from the hug you could see him blushing a little. Endeared, you pressed a kiss to his slightly pinkened cheek before saying goodbye and getting into your car.

He waved as you pulled away from the curb, and you watched in the rear-view mirror as he started up the path to his door before he left your field of vision and you turned your full attention to the road ahead, a smile on your face.

[armyangxls]

Love So Soft

Simon Kalivoda x Plus Size Reader

Warning(s) : Swearing, little bit of insecurities

Word count : 1155

Summary : Reader gets rejected by their now ex-crush, and Simon comforts them, with more confessions following

You walked out of the entrance of the school,

feelings were overflowing, it felt like the sun beaming down was teasing you from its happiness. Hearing the words “I don’t like you like that.” from your now ex-crush hurt.

“Hey! Hey, what’s wrong?” Simon said in a concerned tone.

“Nothing!” You said in your fake happy voice.

“It’s not nothing, I can tell when you're lying.” He said.

“They like someone else..” You said.

“How do you know that?” He asked.

“They said they were gonna hang out with their crush which hurt and then I impulsively confessed that I liked them, so that’s fun!” You said, tears pricking your eyes.

“Oh, y/n/n… come here.” He said, wrapping his arms around you.

“I just wanted them to feel the same way.” You said muffled into his sweater, hugging him back.

“I know.” He said, rubbing circles in your back.

A few minutes had passed in his soft loving embrace.

“Wanna watch some movies and eat our favorite snacks? Didn’t that movie you’ve been wanting to watch for like forever just come out on VHS?” He said, resting his chin on the top of your head.

You pulled your face away from his sweater,

And nodded eccentrically.

“Yes! That sounds amazing!” You said, your eyes already getting their twinkle back.

“Great!” He said, cupping your cheeks with his hands and kissing your forehead softly.

You both pulled apart from the hug, walking out of the schoolyard.

~

You walked into Simon’s room.

“Oh shit, I don’t have any comfy clothes to change into.” You said.

“Actually you do, I bought a shirt in your size, for we could share, the other day!” He said, walking to his closet grabbing a purple shirt with Michael Myers on it, and handed it to you.

“Ooh Si, that’s so sweet!” You said, grabbing the shirt.

“I’m gonna go change!” You said, walking out of the room to the bathroom that was a room over.

Changing out of your jeans and the other shirt into the Michael Myers shirt, it was still kinda oversized on you and long reaching to your knees.

~

You walk back into Simon’s room.

“Hi!” You said, walking towards Simon‘s bed where Simon was laying down resting his head against his pillow that was leaning on the wall, with the tv lit with the movie opening screen.

Simon's eyes went wide seeing you, you reminded him of a renaissance painting, soft, gorgeous, and lovely.

“You’re so cute!” Simon said, quiet enough that you didn’t fully hear him.

“What did you say?” You asked, tilting your head.

“Nothing, hey!” Simon said, smiling, patting the bed beside him so you could lay down.

You sat down then scooted closer to him, laying on your side, and rested your head on his chest.

~

A few hours passed and the end credits started.

“Can I paint your nails?” He said, excitedly.

“Yeah!” You said,

“Where are the nail polishes?” You said,

“In the container beside the side table.” He said,

You reached down trying to grab the container with your knees on the edge of the bed and the rest of the top of your body stretched to the ground.

“Y/n/n!” Simon called, reaching out to grab your leg before you fell when the rest of you came tumbling down to the carpeted floor.

“Ow!” You squeaked out, rolling onto your back and sat up, sitting criss cross on the floor.

“Are you okay?” He asked, getting off the plush bed, crouching in front of you.

You nodded, looking down at the carpet tears started streaming down your face like rain pouring out of the sky feeling the emotions of everything.

“Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” Simon sputtered out fearing your safety.

“W-when will I find someone who treats me right and l-likes me back?” You stuttered, choking on your tears and emotions.

“Ooh Y/N.” He said, sitting in front of you.

“You have someone right now.” He said, putting his hands on your cheeks and softly wiping your tears away.

“Who?” You sniffed.

“Me!” He said.

“Y-“ You started when Simon Interrupted you.

“You don’t have to like me back! I just wanted to tell you.” Simon rambled.

“Simon, I-I’ve liked y-you since we met in eighth grade when I moved here. I thought you were out of my league.” You stuttered, biting your inner lips.

“I thought you were out of my league.” He said, emphasizing the word you.

“I guess we’re in the same league!” You said, giggling.

“I love you y/n/n, I love your smile especially when it’s a full teeth smile you get so scared of thinking it seems awkward, I love when you flap your arms when your really happy and excited, I love your round cheeks, your thighs, stomach, lips, every single thing about you!“ He said, touching your cheek.

“I love you too, Simon!” You said, wrapping your arms around him, he hugged you back.

You both pulled back from the hug, he put his hands on your cheeks again.

“Wanna kiss?” You asked, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Yeah!” He said, laughing.

You both leaned in your lips meeting his, they were like a bonfire on a cold winter’s night. You put your hands in his hair, your fingers going through his soft curls they felt like an angel’s wing feathers.

A few minutes passed kissing him, and you both pulled apart from the kiss.

“You’ve amazing Simon! Truly and utterly amazing!”

You said, fully catching your breath.

“You are too y/n!” He said.

“Wanna get up from the hard floor and watch ’Are You Afraid of The Dark?’ and cuddle?” You asked, smiling.

“Yes! That sounds immaculate!” He said, standing up.

~

“Which season?” Simon said, getting the show ready.

“Let’s watch the ghost one, the second season!” You said, laying on his bed.

“That was the first season!” Simon said.

“No, it was the second season!” You said.

“It was the first season!” He sassed.

“It was the second season!” You sassed back.

“I’m pretty sure it was the first season!” He said.

“Fine, try the first season!” You said,

“Okay!” He said, putting VHS in.

He walked over, and laid beside you, he wrapped his arm around you and you laid your head on his chest.

“You were right!” You said, fake rolling your eyes.

“No, you were right!” Simon said, smiling.

“What?” You said, lifting your head up and looking at him.

“Even when you’re ‘wrong’, you’re right!” He said, smiling.

“Oh, thanks!” You said, smiling, and pecked him on the lips.

You laid your head back on his chest listening to his calm heartbeat like it was a peaceful meadow with a soft stream, you closed your eyes content in the moment. Thank goodness your ex-crush didn’t like you back, You had gotten the person you truly liked for so long.

Notes : This is me channeling my feels into fanfic!! I hope you guys like this fanfic!! And you are beautiful inside and out, you deserve to be treated right, you deserve the same effort as you put into a relationships even in friendships!! You are loved!! I love you!! Also you guys should watch Are You Afraid Of The Dark? (1992-) and Are You Afraid Of The Dark? (2019) they’re SOOOO AMAZING!!!

[sweetwithsomextraspice]

It was hot in there || Simon Kalivoda

Show/Movie: Fear Street 1994

Simon Kalivoda x fem!reader

Song based: Homage-Mild High Club

Summary: Y/N is playing 7 minutes in Heaven with her friends and the bottle lands on Simon. They have some alone time in the closet

Warning: Making out, sub!Simon, blow job, grinding, hair pulling (there’s not much they’re in a closet for only 7 minutes 🙄🙄🙄 they’re not the flash)

The memory of the party was a blur. Maybe it’s because you were pretty drunk and really high. The only part of the night that was memorable was the game of 7 Minutes in Heaven you and your friends played. Everyone in the friend group had obvious sexual tension but when it was brought up, they would deny immediately.

The only people who were an actual couple in that group was you and Simon Kalivoda. He is a absolute weirdo. However, he is funny and fucking hot. No one batted an eye at him so you were pretty much safe from others trying to obtain him. You guys made it official about 5 months ago and had been the cliche nerdy couple since then. Geeking over random shit Kate finds annoying was a favorite thing to do.

Experimenting with his sexual side was something that popped in your head. A lot. The farthest you would usually go is making out and grinding against each other, everything else was something the both of you were too embarrassed to ask. You didn’t want to make it an awkward rejection and neither did Simon, so you mutually agreed you will do it when you both have officially gotten comfortable with each other.

Kate raised the bottle empty brown beer bottle up in the air. “How about a game of 7 Minutes in Heaven?” She cooed. She was obviously on the brink of blacking out. You could tell by the slurring of her words and the stumbling over her own feet. Sam yelled out and pulled Deena by the hand, Deena’s face flushed red as Sam did this. Deena had an obvious crush on Sam and so did Sam. However, both wouldn’t confess. Instead they would just call their sexual interactions “little hookups”, but everyone knew they were more than that.

Simon looked over at you with a smile that caused your heart to flutter. You walk over to him and wrapped your arms around his chest. “You want to play?” You asked with a high-pitched voice. You could hear his laugh before he kissed your forehead. The warm feeling on your cheeks comforted you.

He finally spoke. “Yeah, let’s go.” He picked you up, your arms still wrapped around him like a sloth. You let out a childish giggle.

You both made your way over to the circle your friends formed and he laid you down on the ground. Your grip around his chest loosened as you landed on your butt. He sat down, Kate sat in between the two of you. Kate’s hands rested on her thighs as she let out a enthusiastic sigh.

“Who would like to go first?” The tipsy girl looked around the circle for the most nervous person. The main thing you was nervous about was Simon getting intimate with someone else while in the closet when you can’t see them and him hiding that from you. Kate noticed the worry on your face and called you out, “Y/N!” Your attention was then brought back to the girl, you looked bug-eyed and it was obvious. “How about you go, maybe you can get your little boyfriend!” She teased and looked back at Simon.

You expressed a bit of nervous laughter, “alright.” You leaned into the bottle that laid on its side. You turned it clock wise and watched as it spun around the circle, the anxiety pulsing through your veins. You clutched onto Simon’s loose jacket that you had stolen from him at a football game a while ago. The bottle slowed as it went to Josh, then Sam, but it landed…

On Simon.

You looked up at the boy’s coy eyes glance up at you. Simon’s posture changed to a more confident shoulders up position and stood up. You stood up as well and looked back at Kate who made a very sexual gesture to the two of you.

“Make sure y/n is able to walk!” Deena called out to you two. You rolled your eyes as Simon let out a laugh. He opened the closet door and gestured you in first. You walked into the confined space as he entered, shutting the door behind you two. The blinds on the door brought in slits of light that illuminated your face. Simon was really close to you, you could smell the alcohol in his breath and the weed in his clothes.

You looked up at him, twirling your hair. “This is funny.” You broke the awkward silence. He let out a laugh and nodded his head.

“Yep, to be honest I thought it would land on Sam. It was really close to her.” He confessed. He was growing really bashful, you could tell since his movements became more and more shy and his voice grew quiet. He was a loud person so seeing him so quiet was rare.

You laughed at the comment he made and glanced away, looking at Kate’s clothes. She had really trendy and new outfits you would wish to steal but she would probably pull you to the ground in a fit of anger, so you weren’t going to. “Yeah I did too.” You replied to him.

The silence filled the air, you didn’t realize how awkward you could be with your own boyfriend. You look up at the nervous blonde as he anxiously bit his lip, looking away. You look down at his chest, his breaths were heavy. You grabbed his hand and pulled him closer to you, a small gasp left his lips. His hips thrusted against yours, you looked back up into the male’s eyes. You put your arm around his neck and let go of his hand. He placed his hands on your hips, the feeling of his fingertips in your shirt caused a heavy breath to come out of your mouth.

You finally leaned in to place a passionate kiss on his soft lips. Your eyes tightened shut, the feeling of your lips meeting his was soft and passionate. His hands gripped onto your hips, pulling you in more. The deep kiss was broken by you pulling away, “Simon.” He turned his attention to you after you said his name. “Simon, I want you. I want you so bad.” You could feel his hardened member in his pants. You looked down at the bulge, you could hear his sharp exhale through his gritted teeth.

The muffled talking of your friends outside the closet doors slowly drifted off until it was silent while you and Simon got more intimate and the game became more sexual. You looked up at the male who was looking away, clearly embarrassed about being erected. You placed a two fingers under his chin and turned his head to face you.

“Don’t be embarrassed,” you cooed. “You’re only turning me on more.” You could see a sheepish smile emerge on his face. His face reddened. You grind your hips against his bulge, letting out little grunts as you did so. You could hear a small whimper escape his lips. You out a finger over his mouth, “don’t let them hear you, baby.” You pulled the finger away then continued to rock your hips back and forth. He let out a grunt and covered his mouth, his muffled moans pleased you.

“Please,” you could hear through the man’s hand. “Just stop teasing!” You then stopped moving your hips and you unwrapped your arms that were around his neck. You slightly pushed him back so you could have some room. You got on your knees, he then immediately flushed up. You looked at the male’s shorts and ran your finger down them, you could hear his hitched breaths as you did so.

You slowly pulled down the male’s shorts and was greeted by his erected member through his boxers. You then pulled down the boxers, greeted by his dick, you saw the male’s nervous face. You then wrapped your hand around his dick and lifted the tip up to your mouth. The slipped the foreskin back to reveal the pink tip. You slowly licked his slit, a small whimper left the male’s lips. You continued to do this, hot breaths touching his sensitive skin. You then stuck the tip in your mouth, a gasp leaving his mouth along with a moan. His hand flew over his mouth as he looked back down at you. He grasped onto your hair, clutching it. You then stuck the member more into your mouth. You could hear his heavy breaths through his hand. You moved your head back and forth slowly, his grip onto your hair loosening. You slightly choked, your eyes watered, spit mixed with pre cum dripped out of your mouth, but you kept going in order to please him.

He was panting, “I’m gonna cum, Y/N!” He moaned, you could tell what he was saying. You continued going since his hand was still in your hair. You hear a muffled groan and felt as his warm cum filled your mouth. You pulled away from him dick and coughed a bit, choking on the semen. You look up at him, wiping the tears away. He panicked that he had hurt you. “Are you okay?!” He quickly asked.

You nodded your head and swallowed the cum, you licked the remainder off his slit. You then stood up and put a hand on his cheek. “You’ve been a good boy.” You gave him a wink. You then watched as he frantically pulled up his boxers and pants. He looked at your messy hair but you just pulled it back.

Finally you both step out of the closet, all your friends were watching in anticipation. “Why’s your hair pulled back?!” Asked Deena with a laugh.

“Bet they did stuff,” Sam said with a flirty tone.

“Ew gross.” Josh scoffed.

I walked back down to my seat. “No, it was just real hot in there so I pulled my hair back.” You glanced over at Simon who was still speechless about the whole encounter. He nodded his head slowly and sat back down.

“Well then, it’s your turn Simon.” Kate said with a smile. Simon then spun the bottle and watched as it landed back onto you. It felt cliche but you giggled. You were brought back into the closet with him.

“Time for round two?” He joked.

[jinxthequeergirl]

Can you pls do a reader x Simon from Fear Street? Like maybe you're trying to paint his face green for the game and he keeps trying to kiss you before it dries or something fluffy? :)

I love this so much 😩

"Don't you dare think about it Kalivoda." You warned as you began cleaning up the green face paint from the bathroom counter. He stopped trying to sneek up on you and huffed.

"C'mon y/n one kiss."

"When your face is dry in a couple minutes sure." You said simpily, looking up at him standing behind you in the mirror.

"Thats so long, I wanna kiss you know." He said wrapping his arms around you and attempting to lean in and kiss your cheek.

"Simon!" You laughed trying to free yourself from his grip. "One kiss and I'll let you go, the soonef you stop struggling the sooner its over." He said still trying to fight you. You laughed as he scooped you up off the ground making kissy sounds at you.

"Alright! Alright! God your so annoying." He set you down so you where sitting in the counter infront of him. "What can I say it's part of my charm." He smirked and leaned forward kissing your lips.

He bit back a smile as he pulled away and looked at your green lips. "What? Oh god Is it bad-" you turned to check the mirror but he grabbed your face in his hands and started peppering your whole face. You giggled and allowed him to do it , figuring there was no use in fighting him.

"Ugh gross." You both turned to the doorway seeing Kate standing there. "C'mon love birds, the bus is getting ready to leave." She said.

"Ok give me a second to rinse my face." Simon grabbed your hand and pulled you from the bathroom counter. "No time! You heard the woman!"

"Simon!" You groaned as He pulled you behind him leading you to the bus.

"Cute." Deena commented as you sat across from her. "I know right." Simon added wrapping his arm around you and pulling you into him.

"Your lucky I love you." You chuckled as you leaned agaisnt him and shut your eyes. He smiled to himself at looked out the window.

[pappydaddy]

folklore + evermore collection

these will not be published in this order

just like these albums, some stories are connected, continuations, some being the same story told from different perspectives

i will be working on these while still working on requests! requests are still closed

currently in progress: harry potter

next to be in progress: stranger things

posted: ivy + betty + august + tolerate it + evermore + invisible string + champagne problems + coney island (jj maybank version) + my tears ricochet

published (december 11, 2020)

updated (september 17, 2022)

legend

nsfw = ♠ (implied)

fluff = ♡

sad = ☾

angst = ☁️

sad ending = ✖

happy ending (only shows on fics that the happy ending is weird in) = ★

trigger warning/spoiler warning ⚠

folklore

the 1 | ☁️ ☾ | steve harrington x fem!reader | coming soon

she thought they were something with the flirtatious exchanges. she was sure that he liked her too until he left her heart bleeding in her hands.

cardigan | ☁️ ☾ ♡ | draco malfoy x fem!reader | coming soon

they knew each other like nobody else did, they made each other feel wanted. now they were like strangers and she was left cursing his name.

the last great american dynasty | ☁️ ☾ ✖ |  simon kalivoda x fem!reader | coming soon

after the love of her life is murdered, y/n lives a glorious party filled life, but everyone else is left wondering what would have come of her if she hadn’t lost herself.

exile | ☁️ ☾ ✖ | liam dunbar x fem!reader | coming soon

after their break-up liam and y/n need to be faced with moving on while seeing each other all the time.

my tears ricochet | ☁️ ☾ ✖ ♡ ★ | draco malfoy x sister!reader + neville longbottom x fem!reader | posted!

she knew her parents would disown her for being sorted in Gryffindor and dating a blood-traitor whose parent’s happened to have fought against them, but she never thought her brother would too.

mirrorball | ☁️ ☾ ✖ | tom riddle x fem!reader | coming soon

y/n knows that her relationship with tom is coming to an end, she feels him slipping away, but she tries to do everything to please him and amusement in an attempt to stop him from slipping from her fingers.

seven | ☁️ ☾ ✖ ♡ ⚠ | draco malfoy x fem!reader | coming soon

draco and y/n have been friends from childhood, having grown up right next to the malfoy’s. y/n knows that draco’s parents don’t treat him right, and she finds herself falling apart from not being able to help him while being his beacon of hope.

august | ☁️ ☾ ♡ ★ | fred weasley x fem!reader + fred weasley x mallory (oc) | posted

please read betty | part two first before this one! 

 told from mallory’s point of view (from betty). 

mallory is in love with fred, but he’s in love with y/n. mallory jumps on any chance that she can imagine that he was hers.

this is me trying | ☁️ | steve harrington x fem!reader + steve harrington x nancy wheeler | coming soon

continuation of the 1.

steve wonders if he made the right decision by picking nancy over y/n as he tries to make his relationship with nancy work.

illicit affairs | ☁️ | steve harrington x fem!reader + steve harrington x nancy wheeler | coming soon

continuation of the 1 + this is me trying.

steve and y/n must deal with their decisions, but an implosion is inevitable.

invisible string | ☁️ ♡ | george weasley x fem!reader | posted

george and y/n would always pop up in each other’s lives during their time at hogwarts. it wasn’t until two years after the twins left hogwarts that they bumped into each other again, but this time, they figured out why they couldn't get rid of each other.

mad woman | ☁️ ☾ ✖ ⚠ | tom riddle x fem!reader | coming soon

after tom cheats on y/n, he continues to pour gasoline onto the fire by pinning her as ‘mad’.

epiphany | ☁️ ☾ ✖ ♡ ⚠ ★ | harry potter universe x fem!reader + free weasley x fem!reader | coming soon

fred does not die

y/n sees horrible things while fighting in the frontlines of the second world war and even suffers herself.

betty | part ii | ☁️ ☾ ♡ ⚠ ★ | fred weasley x fem!reader | posted

august is technically a part three, it explains more of the situation that occurs. please read all three to get a full picture.

fred has a new female friend. y/n starts to notice just how close they are and it sets alarms off for her.

peace | ☁️ ♡ | neville x malfoy!fem!reader - coming soon

continuation from my tears ricochet.

y/n worries that neville will break up with her because she cannot give him the peaceful relationship he deserves since her family wants to tear them apart.

hoax | ☁️ ☾ ✖ ⚠ | tom riddle x fem!reader | coming soon

y/n can’t let go of tom after she broke up with him, thinking that she would be better off with him despite him being horrible to her.

evermore

willow | ☁️ ♡ | george weasley x fem!reader | coming soon

he didn’t mean to fall for Y/N, but once he had her in his sights, he came into her world like a cyclone. y/n never wanted to fall for him either, but he eventually knocked down her walls.

champagne problems | ☁️ ☾ ✖ ⚠ ★ | draco malfoy x fem!reader - posted!

y/n deals with the fall out of leaving her arranged engagement with draco and it starts to look like he might not have felt the same about the arrangement as she did.

gold rush | ☁️ ♡ ⚠ | george weasley x fem!slytherin!reader | coming soon

y/n doesn’t like being close to people and letting them in, but george weasley managed to wiggle his way past her walls. he helps her learn to trust, she helps him realize that maybe not all slytherins are the same.

tis the damn season | ☁️ ☾ ✖ | stiles stilinksi x fem!reader | coming soon

Y/N is back in Beacon Hills for the holidays and she’s forced to face the people she left behind, including her ex-love, Stiles. An argument ensues and Stiles realizes something.

tolerate it | ☁️ ☾ ✖ | percy weasley x fem!reader | posted

percy’s become more uptight since starting with the ministry and y/n starts to think he’s just tolerating her.

*no second war au where voldemort was killed by baby harry*

no body, no crime | ☾ ✖ ☁️⚠ ★ ♡ | jj maybank x fem!reader - coming soon

jj and y/n notice something is off about how her uncle is treating her aunt. when her aunt suddenly goes missing, things start to become fishy.

happiness | ☾ ☁️ |  isaac lahey x fem!reader - coming soon

y/n and isaac fall out of love, their relationship exploding in front of their faces.

dorothea | ☾ ☁️ | stiles stilinski x fem!reader | coming soon

part of the story from tis the damn season.

stiles is still hung up on his ex-girlfriend despite that she’s so far away. he can’t help but wonder about her.

coney island | ☾ ☁️♡ ⚠ | stiles stilinski x fem!reader | coming soon

after seeing each other at christmas, stiles and y/n can’t get each other off their minds. y/n questions if she should have left him while an emergency brings her back to Beacon Hills where revelations are made.

coney island (jj's version) | ☁️★♡⚠ | posted!

y/n and jj both assume they were the cause of the destruction of their relationship. after a minor accident, the two are drawn back together and finally communicate about their downfall

ivy | ☁️♡ | draco malfoy x fem!reader + fred weasley x fem!reader - posted

y/n is a pureblood forced into an arranged marriage with draco malfoy, but she couldn’t help but let fred weasley wiggle his way into her heart.

cowboy like me | ☁️♡ | jj maybank x fem!reader - coming soon

at the first meeting, y/n thought that she wasn’t going to fall for jj. but as she slowly got to know him, the similarities between them jumped out at her.

long story short | ♡ | billy hargrove x fem!reader | coming soon

billy and y/n always had a spark, but she was already dating someone else. but when she falls from her pedestal, her life crumbles under her feet, she’s sent right into billy’s arms.

marjorie | ☁️♡ ☾ ⚠ | allison argent x fem!reader - coming soon

after allison’s death, her girlfriend could swear that she was still there with her, but she knows better. she knows that it’s just her grief playing tricks on her.

closure | ☁️☾ | robin buckley x fem!reader | coming soon

robins girlfriend broke up with her six months ago suddenly before moving to a new country for school. today, she receives a letter and it stirs up angry feelings within robin.

evermore | ☁️☾ ♡ | charlie weasley x fem!reader | posted

y/n just broke up with her fiancé after finding out he was in love with  another woman. with no home to run to, she packs a bag and heads to the only person she could think of - charlie. but as she stays with him, she could sense that something was stirring between them.

[breakonthru]

hi! could you please do a simon kalivoda x fem!reader where reader wakes up late and finds Simon making breakfast and then she wraps her arms around his waist and then they make breakfast together with some cute morning kisses. Thank you!! i love these one shots 🥺

a/n: no need to be sorry anon! here’s your request! much love from one enby to another :) also! i made this in the third person because…. i wanted to? idk don’t ask me NDBSBDJ

the sound of sizzling as y/n woke up should’ve been alarming, in hindsight. they should’ve shot out of bed to run to the sound, but…. they didn’t. y/n rose with a groan, stretching their arms over their head and wincing at the pop their back had made.

simon had been shifting his weight from one leg to another as y/n entered the kitchen. it was hard to tell just what he had been doing from the distance, so, out of concern (definitely that, and not at all with the intention of spooking their boyfriend) they tip-toed closer, and all in one movement, their arms slipped around his waist.

the boy jolted, his face turning slightly to meet the eyes of the person resting on his shoulder as they placed a kiss on his cheek.

“you’re awake.” simon noted.

“you’re making eggs.”

“that i am, babe! i was meaning to give you breakfast in bed, though.” he commented, scrambling the eggs that lay in the pan.

“sorry to ruin your plans.” y/n hummed.

“yeah, yeah. get me two plates, would you?”

“i thought you were making me breakfast! why do i have to get the plates?” they joked, an exaggerated frown plastered on their face.

“if you don’t get going, the eggs will burn and there won’t be any breakfast, your highness.” he snarked in return, his top lip curling over into a smile.

y/n placed a soft kiss on his neck before retreating, reaching to the top of their cabinets to grab two brightly colored plates. they looked like something made for a toddler.

“breaking out the fine china, i see.” simon turned, one hand on his hip, the other on the spatula fixing the eggs.

“only the best for you, my dear.”

“oh, stop it, you!” he gushed cheekily, serving two eggs on the plates. “everything else is on the table.” simon nodded his head to the dining table as he moved to clean up.

“shall we?” y/n asked, sticking their arm out to link with his.

“we shall.”

the two of them walked to the table, which had been decorated with juices, toast, the works.

“really, thank you for all of this. i can’t help but feel a bit bad about it, though.”

simon hummed in confusion, his mouth full of eggs as he glanced up.

“you’re always doing so much, and i don’t thank you enough.” y/n sipped their juice, looking at the array of food with guilt.

“you do plenty!” he argued, swallowing. “though, some kisses wouldn’t hurt.” simon grinned.

“what am i doing over here, then?!” they joked, rising from your seat to sit next to simon.

the rest of the day had been filled with giggles and kisses, though neither had been complaining.

[h0nkch0c0late]

Simon Kalivoda

Summary: Y/n has always been afraid of thunderstorms, and Simon always liked to tease her about it. But thats not the only reason why he liked her being afraid of them.

Simon Kalivoda x fem reader

Warnings: none, just fluff. Unless you count the fear of thunderstorms as a warning.

Y/n was never one for thunderstorms, and Simon knew that. And of course, Simon being Simon, always teased her about it.

It's not like she wanted to be scared of them. She just couldn't help but jump whenever thunder boomed in the sky, and the lightning flashing right after. It made her cower under the blankets she always wrapped around herself.

Tonight was especially bad, and it caused her to shoot up from her spot in her bedroom and reach for the telephone on the wall inside the hall and furiously dial Simon's number.

Of course he didn't come over as quickly as she wanted him to, him of course teasing her about it before she got mad,

"Simon this isn't funny!" She whined, "it's really scary and I just want you to come over and comfort me like the nice boyfriend you are!"

She heard Simon chuckle over the line before speaking up, "Alright, alright I'm sorry for laughing. I'll be right over. But if I get struck by lightning or the rain gets too much and I crash, I'm blaming it on you."

"Simon!" The girl bellowed, annoyed by his behavior before yelping as the thunder struck once again.

"Sorry, sorry. I'll be there in three." He said sympathetically, knowing that if he continued he'd probably go too far with it and she'd be more than irritated with him.

"You better be." She said seriously before she let out a squeak as a sudden bolt of lightning lit up the sky and she quickly hung up, running back to her room and wrapping herself inside of her blanket again, trying her best not to look out her window.

She could just close her blinds but that takes work and her fear of thunderstorms overtook the rational part of her mind.

And, like he promised, Simon was over in three.

When she heard the knock on the door, she ran as fast as she could, her blanket still wrapped tightly around her, trying not to trip over it, she got to the door.

Opening it, she saw a smiling Simon holding an umbrella, shielding himself from the rain.

Without hesitation she pulled him inside of the house, closing the door behind him.

She jumped when another bit of thunder boomed, and she ran into Simon's arms, who had put his umbrella down and taken off his shoes.

Simon chuckled as he wrapped his arms around his blanket-covered girlfriend, and laid his chin on her head as he guided them over to the couch in her living room.

He laid down with her in his arms, holding her close as he could hear her jagged breaths as the lightning flashed and the thunder kept booming.

He would never admit it, but he loved that she hated thunderstorms. No matter how much he teased her, he knew how much it actually scared her and he loved that he could use that as an excuse to hold her close to him.

He was her greatest source of comfort, and he loved that thought.

"Thank God for thunderstorms." He thought to himself as he cuddled with Y/n on the couch, her irratic heartbeat slowing down as she payed attention to Simon, and only Simon.

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If you come back to read this and you've noticed some things have changed its because I've edited it a little to make it a little better :)

[rebelrebels]

hi, could you please write something with simon and the song baby came home 2/valentines by the nbhd? the chorus of baby came home 2 just reminds me of him idk why and i think it would make a nice fluff or angst piece, thanks!

anon. you have immaculate music taste cause the chorus is so good in baby came home 2

warnings: none

summary: you're in love with your best friend simon, who unexpectedly calls you in the middle of the night to confess his feelings. (gn!reader)

You and Simon were sitting on his couch, playing video games as you two usually do on a Sunday night. A tradition of some sort ever since middle school.

You got horrifically defeated by Simon, and you walked to his kitchen as he yelled in triumph. He was an idiot. But still, a victorious idiot. An idiot you were in love with ever since freshman year of high school.

You yawned, grabbing a bag of microwave popcorn and placing it inside the microwave. You watched it revolve inside a metal heating machine for two full minutes before finally devouring it while watching Bram Stoker's Dracula.

"Hey, sharing is caring."

"I will not hesitate to punch you if you take any."

When you went to the bathroom, he definitely took his chance and stole some popcorn.

An hour into the movie, you two were asleep on his couch. It was probably around eleven thirty, and you decided to go home. You crawled out of Simon's arms, and he stirred. He wasn't a very heavy sleeper, it turns out.

"I can walk you home," he rubs his eyes.

You stared like an idiot. Take him up on this offer or let him sleep? "No, it's fine."

"It's late."

You almost gave in to his persistence, but he looked so tired you couldn't. "Just sleep, you big baby."

He grumbled, and that was your cue to leave.

You walked home, wondering if you'd do homework or copy Kate's if she'd let you, or if you'd even do it. You ultimately decided to half-ass everything and hope for the best. You walked slightly faster, your backpack bouncing from your back, just in case your parents were home.

There were no lights on inside your house. You sighed out of relief.

You opened the front door, heading straight to your room to plop your backpack next to your bed. You were ready to sleep when the phone rang.

"Who the hell is calling me?" You mumbled. You grabbed the phone and untangled the cord. "Hello?"

"It's Simon."

You loosened up. "Simon, why are you calling me?"

"Uh..." An awkward pause. "Nevermind."

He hung up. Out of concern and curiosity, you dialed his number and called him. "Hey, Si? You okay?"

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Depends on what it is."

"Okay, fine," he hesitates. "I like you. Like, like-like you. I really like you. I'm messing this up. Please say something."

You laugh.

"You promised you wouldn't laugh!" You could practically see the embarrassment on his red face.

"I didn't mean to, it's just," you continued, "why would you of all people like me? Why would anyone?"

"Well, because you're funny. And smart. And pretty. And, maybe, my future lover?"

"You're a dork," you laugh again. "But I guess so."

"Do you, y/n, take my hand in everlasting love?"

You played along. "I do." You said, "You're such a dork" again.

"I know. But that's why you like me."

[wendeeee]

Celebrating your Birthday With Simon!

simon kalivoda x reader

requested: yes

━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━♡

- simon always remembers your birthday

- never forgets to celebrate it

- i mean never

- he's probably in your room by the time you wake up

- he attempts to make you breakfast which fails miserably

- so you go to a diner instead

- he pays obvi

- after that he takes to a shop of your chose and he's kinda cheap so you get some stuff

- he still gets u stuff tho

- its the thought that matters i guess

- after that he surprises you when he takes you home !!

- big pretty cake

- (that looked miserable but him and cale tried)

- still tastes good tho

- he is very happy when you blow out the candles and enjoy it

- he gives you some extra presents he bought prior to when you went out shopping

- ur birthday ends in cuddling and movies!!

- simons extra so you still have birthday privileges a week later

- hbd @juliaia <3

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[chiltonluvr]

Our Secret

Simon Kalivoda x Reader

Summary: Simon stays the night and you forgot that Josh was coming over because you said he could use your computer. You just hope that Simon doesn’t wake up while he’s there.

Takes place before events of Fear Street, no spoilers, reader is gender neutral.

Your parents were going to be gone for the weekend, so of course you decided to invite Simon over. You loved hanging out with him around your friends, but it was so nice to have it just you two every once in a while. He was your boyfriend, your friends didn’t know that of course.

It’s not like anything would’ve changed if you told them. They would’ve been happy for you two, but something just felt weird about it and you two weren’t ready. So you agreed not to tell them.

That was until this morning.

You and Simon were asleep in your bed. Everything was peaceful until you heard the phone ring. You groaned as you turned over knowing you’d have to get up an answer it. Simon was still asleep and you took a moment to admire his sleeping self. You rolled out of bed making sure not to wake him. You didn’t know who else it would be besides your parents calling in to check on you to make sure everything’s ok and to tell you what time they’d be back tomorrow. You arrived in the kitchen just in time to answer the phone. You couldn’t wait to go back to bed with Simon.

You don’t even have time to say anything before you hear, “Hey (Y/N)! Deena is dropping me off in about 30 minutes, see you then?”

Shit.

It was Josh.

You completely forgot that you said you’d let him use your computer today since Deena kept yelling at him.

“Sure thing Josh.” You said and then he hung up.

What were you going to do? Simon was still asleep and you didn’t want to wake him up, but you also didn’t want to have to explain your relationship to Josh. You just hoped Simon wouldn’t wake up until Josh is gone.

You started preparing breakfast when you heard the doorbell ring. You rush over and answer it before you burn the waffles you were trying to make. “Hey Josh!” You smile as you hug him. You wave to Deena as she start to pull out of the driveway. “I can drive him home.” She mouths thank you back to you. She’s probably going to Sam’s and wouldn’t be home to answer the phone anyway. You shut the door and show josh the way to the computer. “You want breakfast? I’m making waffles.” You loved Deena’s little brother dearly but you really hoped he’d be quick. He’d spend a little bit of time on the computer while eating breakfast and then you’d take him home. You’d write a little note and leave it for Simon saying that you would be back and that would be it. Josh wouldn’t know that you and Simon were in a relationship.

Oh right.

Things can’t always go the way you want them to.

The door opened and you heard that dork yawning. You looked over at him as he was stretching with his eyes closed, standing in the middle of the hallway only in his underwear. Shit. You looked over at Josh who had the same look of shock you had on your face.

“Did you two do what I think you did?” Josh asks.

“No!” You shout shocking Simon as he realized Josh was in the house. Granted, you had done what he thought you had done with Simon, just not last night.

“Josh?” Simon rubs the back of his neck. You can see it on his face, he’s thinking of an excuse as to why he was there. “Thanks for letting me stay here (Y/N)! I was really fucked up last night.” He comes over and hugs you. “Cut the shit Simon, he knows.” You sigh and Simon immediately wraps his arms around your waist. He was very lovely in the mornings to you. “Josh, please don’t tell anyone.” Josh laughed.

“I won’t tell, if…… you let me use your computer whenever I want.” Simon laughs and walks over and scruffs Josh on the head. “You got it kid!” Josh was so calm about your relationship and Simon was smiling like a dork. You went back to finishing breakfast and Simon joined you, mostly just talking not actually helping.

“Breakfast is ready!” You bring out the plates to the dining room table and set Josh’s and Simon’s down. As you went to grab your plate, Simon brought it out. He was smiling wide. “Surprise!” He had put fruit and whipped cream on your waffle to form a smiley face. “I love you dork.” You say as you pull him in for a kiss.

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