#simon kalivoda x y/n

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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."

[multific]

Back From The Dead

Simon Kalivoda x Reader

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

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

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

It had been months. 

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

But you never moved on.

How could you? 

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

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

And yet here you were, talking to a headstone.

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

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

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

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

You froze. 

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

You swallowed hard and turned back. 

Only to come face to face with Simon.

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

He looked… real. Solid. Alive. 

Not a ghostly figure or a vision, but Simon.

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

Your heart hammered. “What the-”

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

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

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

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

“Simon,” you whispered.

His eyes softened. “It’s really you.”

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

He was real.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You didn’t answer. You just kissed him.

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

Simon Kalivoda might have died that night.

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

And this time, you weren’t letting go.

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

~Masterlist~

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[lowkeyrobin]

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

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

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

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

thankss! <3/p

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

SIMON KALIVODA ; playing with ghosts

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

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

word count ; 669

masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You nod silently, kind of embarrassed.

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

You nod again, accepting his hug again.

"Sorry" you mumble.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Definitely"

[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

[mraardvark04]

The Things We Left Behind 1.

ok lol so basically is simon x reader where deena and simon switch places, and the reader and sam switch

Pairing: Simon Kalivoda x Reader

Warnings: Fighting, past relationship, car crash, blood, lmk if I missed any

The blood was still wet on the floor of Shadyside Mall.

The janitor had tried to scrub it away, but no amount of bleach could erase the smell. Sharp, metallic, and somehow, scarred.

Another massacre, another Shadyside tragedy

That's how it went, right?

The whole town was cursed, had been for centuries. The second you were here, you were doomed. And yet, no matter how many bodies piled up, life went on. People worked, went to school, and partied. Because what the hell else where they supposed to do?

And you?

You had escaped.

Sunnyvale was supposed to be a fresh start. Better school. Better life. No more looking over your shoulder waiting for the next horror story.

It was supposed to be the right choice.

Then why did it feel like a part of you had been ripped out when you left?

Why did it feel like everything had gotten worse?

And why couldn't you stop thinking about Simon?

-

"Christ, not you too" Deena mumbled as ker and Kate walked into the bathroom only to find evidence of psychos in graffiti. The whole bathroom smalled like cheap cleaner and cigarette smoke

"She reached from beyond the grave to make good men her wicken slaves" whispered Kate, jokingly.

At that moment, Simon busted through the bathroom stall to complete the nursery rhyme.

"She'll take your blood, she'll take your head, she'll follow you until you're dead!" he yelled, startling Deena, who leaned up against the grimy sink, unamused.

"Wow. You guys are dicks."

"It's just fun."

"it's sick!"

"What? The dude was wearing a Halloween skull mask! How is that not fun?" Simon added.

"People died. Heather died. The dude was probably just some sad sack who hated his life, like the rest of us, except he decided, "Hey, why don't we get out of here for good?" And, "Hey, why don't I take Heather and a couple other mall rats with me?" There's no angry, dead witch who made him go postal." Deena stated. "The only thing that made hum go crazy was this town!" she dropped her back pack

"Are you okay?" asked Kate

"Seems like you have some witch in you!" Simon quipped

"Why are you even in here? This is the girls' bathroom." Deena questioned as Simon pulled a white box out of the vent above the middle stall.

"Candy store," Simon answered "Plus I have a favor to ask."

"You know we don't believe this witch shit, right? It's just, like, fucked-up Santa Clause or something. What's the favor?" Kate asked, turning to Simon.

He reached into his backpack and pulled out a shoe box, tapping it a few times before shoving it into Kate's hands.

"Give this to Y/N tonight."

Kate snorted. "Oh my god."

Simon's jaw clenched. Just take it."

Deena raised an eyebrow. "You seriously want her to play delivery girl for your ex?"

His stomach twisted. "She's not- just shut up and give it to her."

Kate made a face. "Yeah, no."

Simon scowled. "Why not?"

"Because we we're not enabling your tragic, star-crossed bullshit."

"Kate."

"Nope."

"Deena? What about you?"

"I'm not going to the game, I quit band."

What? Wasn't that your only extracurricular left?"

"Yeah? So what?"

Simon exhaled sharply, shoving the box back into his backpack. He'd figure something else out.

"I know you have something in thar box that'll give you the balls the face Y/N." Kate said as she opened the box, exposing the orange bottles to her friends.

"What? You're dealing again? I thought you stopped after this dingus's brother OD'd." Deena asked, gesturing to simon.

"Timothy?"

"Timmy wasn't a real OD. He didn't actually die. They brought him back. " Kate smiled while Simon immited defibrillators.

"Ja-Jiiing!"

"You're both morons."

"Which one of us is valedictorian, again? President of every club this shithole has to offer?" Kate asked as the three friends walked out of bathroom. "I'm getting out of here. Off to claim my place among the stars, bitch."

-

"Before tonight's game, out of respend for last night's tragic events, Sunnyvale will hold a candlelight vigil for the victims. All player, cheer and band attendance is mandatory."

Hearing this, Simon decided that this was his only chance to give Y/N the box. He knew he had to go.

-

The candlelight flickered across a sea of polished Sunnyvale faces, each one carefully arranged into an expression of somber grief. The entire event was coordinated and pristine. An entire town of people who could grieve without ever truly feeling loss.

You stood beside Peter, his arm draped over your waist, playing the perfect Sunnyvale couple. You smiled at the right moments, and nodded when people whispered about how awful things were in Shadyside.

Then Peter kissed you.

Not a soft, somber kiss. Not something for for a vigil. It was possessive, claiming and when his hand slid down to grab your ass, you felt a burn of embarrassment.

You weren't the only one.

Across the lawn, Simon had been watching.

His whole body stiffened. Jaw tight. Hands clenched into fists. Then he turned sharply and stormed off, shoving past a group of people.

Your chest tightened.

Without thinking, you pulled away from Peter and followed.

-

You found Simon leaning against a brick wall, arms crossed, expression dark.

"Simon-"

"Save it," he snapped.

You hesitated. "I wasn't gonna-"

"Bullshit."

Your throat tightened. "You don't get to be mad at me."

Simon let out a sharp laugh. "Oh, I don't? Right. Because you're the victim here, huh?"

"I never said that!"

He shook his head. "You left, Y/N. You bailed. And now you're- what? Playing house with some Sunnyvale douche?"

"It's not like that!"

"Then what is it like?"

Before you could answer, a shout erupted from the field.

You both turned just in time to see a fist connect with someone's jaw.

The brawl had started.

-

The inside of the bus was chaos Kate was fuming.

"I cannot believe you let those Sunnyvale pricks get the last hit in."

"Jesus, Kate, let it go," Simon muttered, rubbing his temple.

Kate opened her mouth to argue, but then a thud hit the bus window.

Simon turned to see Peter and one of his dumbass friends throwing beer bottles from their car behind the bus, with you in the passenger seat.

Simon exhaled sharply. "Oh, fuck this."

He turned to Kate. "Help me dup the cooler."

Kate hesitated, then grinned. "Hell yeah."

The two of them grabbed the heavy water cooler, hauling towards the emergency exit.

Simon was about to tip it when-

His nose twitched.

A single drop of blood hit the floor. His grip slipped.

The entire cooler tumbled off the bus.

It smashed into Peter's car with a sickening crunch.

The tires skidded. The car spun out.

"Stop! Stop the bus!"

-

The world flipped.

Your head smashed against the Window. Glass shattered. The noise was deafening- metal scraping, rubber burning, bodies colliding.

When the car finally stopped, you tumbled onto the dirt.

Something sharp dug into your palm.

You barely had time to process it before a sharp pain shot through your skull.

Simon appeared above you, face pale. "Shit Y/N! How many fingers am I holding up?"

You squinted, dazed. "Uh...four? No three."

Then a scream tore through your throat as you vomited blood all over Deena.

And deep in the woods, something shifted

[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.

[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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[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.

[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.

[simonsrealwife]

The Janitors Closet is Occupied

Summary: After entering the class late and your teacher getting upset, you leave the classroom in a hurry and hide in the janitor’s closet. The teacher sends Simon out to go and get you. He finds you in the janitor’s closet and comforts you but then pleasures you.

Warnings: Swearing, getting turned on at school, talk about death (mainly talking about Shadyside and its bad history), comforting a friend, blowjob, handjob, teasing, LOTS of moaning, undressing in front of someone, kissing, choking kink, praising kink, eating and tasting cum. I think these are all the warnings needed for this story but I might’ve missed some. If you find any I didn’t add, please tell me <3

Pairing: Simon Kalivoda x Female Reader

Word count: 2,163

Side Note: I’m so, so, so sorry I haven’t been posting a lot. I’ve been busy with stuff going on in my life. I did take time out of my week to make a story for you guys though. Hope you enjoy this really smutty fanfic. Also, I suggest listening to CPR by CupcakKe and Closer by Nine Inch Nails while reading this fanfic <3

I entered the school with a disgusted look on my face. I despised school. Every aspect of the school was toxic. I especially hated school after a student was announced dead. People died all the time in Shadyside. It was tragic, honestly but no one cared. The teachers didn’t give a shit. They had to pay respects to the students that died though. It was policy. I felt a kind of guilt seeing kids running around all happy, not giving a damn about those dead. At least I had my friends Ryan, Heather, Kate, Simon, and Deena. Sam would come and go in the friend group. She and Deena were having complications with their relationship but I didn’t bother too much to pay attention. 

We entered the classroom and the teacher looked at us. “Where were you two?” She asked. “Um…” My voice trailed off. I looked at Simon. Simon kept his view on the teacher. “I looked around the school for y/n but it turns out, she was outside the whole time,” Simon was quick to respond with a good lie. “Um…yeah. I just needed some fresh air,” I went along with the lie. “Ok, but make sure this never happens again or I’ll call your parents,” The teacher said before going back to teaching the class. We both looked at each other and giggled. We sat at our desk and paid attention to the teacher. It was really tough to pay attention to the teacher though when all I could think about was the things we did in the janitor's closet. Definitely doing that again.

I walked over to my locker and sighed a deep, heavy sigh when I saw two students making out at my locker. I tapped the guy's shoulder to get his attention. He looked at me with an angry expression. Geez, I thought. “Move,” I said quickly. He looked at me then his girlfriend then back at me. Rolling his eyes, he walked away with his girlfriend.

I watched them walk away before opening my locker. I took off my backpack and put it on the little hook in my locker. I checked the mirror to see if I had a hair out of place or I didn’t do my makeup properly. I jumped in the air when Simon put his hands on my shoulders. “Holy shit!” I practically yelled.

Simon laughed an airy laugh. “Sorry,” He said with a sincere look on his face. “It’s ok,” I said before placing a quick kiss on his lips. Simon put his hands on my waist. “You look beautiful today,” He said. God, he was so good at complimenting me. I felt a familiar wetness in between my thighs. No, no, no. Not right here. Not at school. Shit. My face filled with panic and Simon noticed. “Hey, are you ok?” He asked me.

I looked at him quickly before walking away. I had to take a breath of fresh air. I felt bad leaving Simon after he asked me if I was ok. Everyone was in the school by now and off to their classes so it was really quiet outside. The only thing to be heard was the soft wind hitting the trees and buildings. I walked over to my car and sat on the hood.

I was told not to sit on the hood of my car because it would leave dents and my parents didn’t have enough money to pay for them, but I never listened. It was a cold autumn morning. The wind felt nice. I closed my eyes and calmed my breathing. How could I get turned on by a simple touch and a compliment? God, Simon really did a number on me, I’ll give him that.

I didn’t open my eyes when I heard feet shuffling towards me. I did open my eyes, however, when I felt a hand touch my hand. I saw Kate standing there with a look of concern. I moved over and motioned for her to sit next to me. She got the hint and sat down. “Um…,” Kate’s voice trailed off. “Are you ok?” She asked. I just sat there, thinking about what I should say next. “I did see you run off in a hurry,” She said.

I looked at her and saw that she had a small smile on her face while she looked at me. “Well…When Simon complimented me and put his hands on my waist, that…turned me on,” I said while picking the palm of my hand. “Oh, I see. You have a case of the butterflies,” She said in a joking tone. “What? No, I do not,” I rolled my eyes at Kate’s joke.

Kate then went dead serious in a matter of seconds. It made the air heavy. “I’m being serious now. After you ran away, Simon came to me and he’s worried he did something wrong,” I felt my stomach turn. I never meant to make Simon feel bad. I hated seeing him disappointed or upset. “We should go to class,” Kate stood up and held her hand out for me to grab.

I looked at her hand for a second before grabbing it and nodding. We walked inside the school and went to our separate classes. I had my first class with Simon so it would definitely be an uncomfortable class. I made my way into the classroom very quietly. I didn’t want to cause myself some attention.

I walked over to my desk and sat down. Simon was sitting next to me since we both shared a desk. He looked up from his book and paid attention to me. I looked at him and quickly smiled. Simon lowered his face to mine and whispered, “Is everything alright?” “Um…Yeah?” I wasn’t quite sure I was alright.

He obviously wasn’t buying it. He squinted his eyes, looking deep in thought. “Did I do something?” He asked. “Of course not,” I replied. He sighed in relief. “What happened th-” He said but got interrupted. “Is there something you would like to share with the class?” The teacher got up from her desk and walked to Simon and me. “Uh…Nothing,” I was embarrassed. The whole class was looking at Simon and I.

I sat there trying not to make eye contact with the teacher. I stood up and walked out of the classroom. I walked to the Janitors closet. It was my usual hiding place since no one ever went in there at this time. Shit, shit, shit. That was humiliating. I wanted to curl up in a ball and die. I stood there thinking of what I should do but my thoughts were interrupted when someone knocked on the door.

“Y/n, are you in there?” I could tell it was Simon asking that from the raspiness in his voice. “Yeah, it’s me. You can come in.” Simon opened the door ever so slowly and closed the door behind him. He walked over and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a comforting hug. He ran a hand through my hair. “Shh, everything’s going to be ok,” He whispered.

I closed my eyes and deepened the hug. After what felt like forever, I pulled away and looked into his eyes. He was already looking at me with love in his eyes. I slightly blushed. I mean, if your partner was looking at you with love in their eyes, wouldn’t you blush as well? Simon noticed I was blushing.

He grabbed my waist and kissed me quickly. I was shocked at the sudden movements. Simon looked into my eyes and examined my face for discomfort. He didn’t see any discomfort on my face. In fact, I wanted to kiss him so bad. I closed the gap between us and smashed my lips on his. I couldn’t wait any longer. I snaked my hand around Simon’s neck while Simon’s hands roamed my body.

I moved my lips in sync with Simon’s. It was getting hard to breathe. The closet was getting hot real quick. Simon pulled away and took off his shirt. I took that as a chance to take off my shirt and bra. After Simon took off his shirt, he looked at me and looked shocked. I laughed a little bit at Simon’s reaction to me being nude.

I walked over to Simon and pressed my body up against his in a flirtatious way. I felt something hard hit my leg and Simon whimpered. I looked down and saw a bulge in Simon’s pants. Simon had his eyes closed and was breathing heavily. I lowered myself and unbuttoned Simon’s pants. I pulled down Simon’s pants and he kicked them off. I tugged at his boxers for permission to continue.

He nodded and I slowly pulled them down. Once they were all the way down, I closed my eyes and breathed, preparing to have 7 inches go in my mouth. I opened my eyes and took Simon into my hand. I kissed his tip quickly, earning a quiet moan from him.

I kissed his tip again, making Simon put his hand over his mouth. I adored teasing him and seeing his reaction every time. I looked up at Simon and we both made eye contact. It was really hot to see him already looking at me. I licked his tip again, not breaking eye contact. I heard him speak but it was too muffled to hear.

“Speak up,” I said in a flirtatious way. Removing his hand from his mouth, he sighed. “S-stop teasing.” "Oh, you want me to stop teasing?" I questioned. He nodded. Without warning, I put him in my mouth. Simon rolled his eyes back and sighed. "Fuck," he sighed in pleasure. I moved my head up and down, sucking as hard as I could. Simon put a hand in my hair and made a ponytail.

The other hand went to his mouth because he moans a lot. "You're doing so good, baby. You're doing so good," Simon praised. "Shit," he sighed. I kept moving my head up and down, not stopping. After 2 minutes of sucking him off, he moaned, "I'm g-gonna cum." I stopped sucking him. I wanted to see how long he could go without cumming.

Simon groaned, sounding upset. "What are you doing?" He asked. "I want you to fuck me," I stood up and looked at Simon. "Ok," he nodded. I put my hands on the wall and had my back facing Simon. Simon walked up behind me and kissed my neck. I sighed in pleasure. He pulled away and lined his cock with my entrance. He slowly put his head in which made us both moan.

He put as much of his cock as he could in me. He placed his hands on my hip and pulled out before pushing back in. That earned a whimper from me. Simon pounded into me at a slow pace but progressively went faster. "Shit, you feel so good," Simon moaned. Simon placed a hand around my neck and brought my back up to his chest. The close contact was hot. He squeezed my neck but not too hard. I put a hand on my mouth because I was becoming a moaning mess.

"Yeah, you like that baby?" Simon said in a flirtatious tone. I nodded and whimpered. I rested my head on Simon’s shoulder as he kissed my neck. I placed one of my hands on the side of Simon’s face and Simon looked at me. He kissed me passionately. My eyes practically rolled to the back of my head. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” I whimpered. “Do it,” Simon said. He went faster and faster with his thrusts.

That sent me over the edge. I came all over Simon’s cock. He fucked me through my orgasm. Simon moaned really loud. “I’m gonna cum,” He sighed. I got off of his dick and knelt down. I opened my mouth and watched as Simon pumped his cock and moaned. He came all over my face which I enjoyed. While he was releasing, he had his eyes closed, his head tilted up and his mouth was slightly open, releasing small and cute moans.

I enjoyed watching his face move in pleasure. Once he was done, he held his hand out for me to grab. I grabbed his hand and he helped me up. I kissed Simon with a sort of passion. He could taste his semen on my tongue. I pulled away and looked into his eyes. “You taste so good, Simon,” I whispered. Simon let out a raspy laugh. “I love you,” Simon said. “I love you, too,” I replied. Simon kissed me one last time before we picked up our clothes from off the ground and put them on. I grabbed Simon’s hand and we went back to class.

[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.