#simon kalivoda fanfic

[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.

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

Girls like girls

Deena Johnson x fem reader

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

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

Y/n's Mother had move to Shadyside for a fresh start, Y/n thought moving to Shadyside would be the worse idea, But she actually met three amazing people that changed her life.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

God you hated those stuck up Sunnyvale pricks

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

"Hey." Y/n said to Deena.

"Hey." Deena responded.

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

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

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

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

As the bus driver stopped infront of Sunnyvale high-school everyone got out of the school bus and made it to the football field.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[gayandfairycore]

[Sacrifice] Simon kalivoda x reader

A/n: hi!!! This is my first fic in like four months oh my god! I’m a terrible perfectionist when I wrote so I tend to start wips and never finish them! But I just recently watched fear street for Halloween and fell head over heels for Simon so I decided for my first fic in awhile to be of him! My man deserved better 😭🫶🏻 (this is my first lr second time writing angst? I believe! So apologies of it sucks lol!) I also have to update my master list I don’t write for half the people on there anymore! Also bold and small text means it’s a flashback! And italics mean it’s kinda in simons pov! This is my first fic of Simon so he may be a bit ooc! This is also not proofread

Summary: coming along with the group to save Sam, unspoken feelings arise as it becomes apparent it may be your final night alive. Tho you are determined to not let any of your friends die if you have anything to say about it. Y/n a brash girl decides to fight for love, and her friends lives. Even if it kills her.

Warning: angst, major character death, decapitation, brutal bread slicer, murder, bashing in someone’s skull, OD-ing, drowning, (probably more)

Saving Sam had been the right thing to do you knew this, you voted on not leaving her for dead in the hallway but it didn’t stop the fear of knowing you could be going to your death in a fucking grocery store.

You weren’t even sure how you got mixed up in this, oh wait. No you do remember, you were hanging out with Simon and Kate whilst they babysat doing nothing but talking about stupid shit, with Simon and watching jaws, and sitting in between his legs.

Everything had been fine Until deena had called Kate telling her that sams boyfriend had broken into her house for some dumb prank wearing a skull mask.

No one had expected the same dude in a skull mask to be in the house Kate babysat in, Rummaging through laundry? It was safe to say y’all were freaked.

Honestly none of you were prepared to fight century old murderers you all were along for this ride, but there was no way you’d be hopping off this ride. Not when your friends lives had been in the line, Fuck that.

So here you were standing in a grocery store in bad smelling lost and found clothes, watching as Simon told Sam exactly how to od.

Safe to say you didn’t think you’d watch Simon, your simon, your best friend and crush since diapers teach your other friend how to od on a Friday night. But there’s a first time for everything.

The epi-pens had been bunched in your hands as you listened to simon tell the group when each pile was to be taken.

“You need to take these in order. Now pile one takes the edge off. You’re gonna feel kinda like you’re being fucked by a unicorn!” Simon spurs off his hands gesturing wildly as he smiles at Sam and Deena through his eyelashes

“Pile two is gonna bring your core temp way down, you may feel slightly sick?” He shrugs, a deep serious rasp is in his usually carefree voice.

“Now you need to take a five minute interval between pile two. And pile three. That’s really important, okay?” A deathly serious look takes over his eyes as he stares at Deena and Sam

“Pile three brings you down and out, so you gotta take that “take five” or it’s all gonna go to shit!” Simon instructs his hands gesturing towards the pile rings glistening.

“How many of these do we have?”kate questions gesturing towards you carrying the epi-pens

“Y/n darling pass me the pens” Simon speaks softly, turning towards you, with a toothy grin; before taking them from your grasp lightly

And stating, “Tons like a thousand!”

“Wait? Epi-pens?” Deena asks her eyebrows screwn in confusion

“Epinephrine? Also known as adrenaline. This is what brings her back.” You pipe up determined smile on your face, a proud glint glistens in Simons brown eyes.

“This is Jesus!” He adds shaking the pile of epi-pens.

It was only when you were Smearing sams blood on yourself did you truly feel the fear set in; fear, determination, and anger was all that flowed through you. As you all took different corners in the grocery store a feeling of grief overtaking your heart. As you took the front entrance near The fruit and veg aisle.

Even tho no one had died yet, your old selves would surely have to die if you wanted to survive this. It wasn’t fair, why did you have to lose yourselves,

What did you and your friends ever do to be here today, in this grocery store leading killers away from your other close friend who was meant to be fucking murdered. It wasn’t fair, on anyone.

Century old killers had come to strike again and hurt innocent people, like Simon. He was the sole provider for his whole family, sure he’s a bit of a junkie but it doesn’t mean he should die.

It didn’t mean Kate should die, or josh, or deena, or Sam. No one deserved this not the victims who came before you, or the ones that would come after if you failed. You felt filled with determined to end this. Or die trying.

The fluorescent lights seared a deep blue through the deserted store. Your heavy breathing could be heard as ruby lanes singing surrounded your corner of the grocery store your feet planted on the floor in a crouch of the fruit and veg aisle the cool spray of the water that kept the lettuce wet could be felt on your skin it was oddly refreshing, you’d die wet, and with veggies. Tasteful.

Your forehead felt damp with a mixture is sweat and dew, as ruby’s singing growing louder and louder, your hand gripped your mouth with the strength of whitening knuckles to silence your breathing. As ruby crept closer and closer. Until the singing stopped?

Just as you let out a sigh of relief, the brunette girl had pulled you from your crouched position by your hair, springing up she swing her razor towards your face, knicking your cheek as you felt the sticky red substance leak from your newly acquired cut.

“You bitch!” You exclaimed the pads of your fingers stained a bright red, anger blazed in your eyes, as your fingers tangled in her up do.

Pulling her hair back with enough force to rip a chunk out of her head, the pale girl begin to kick and scratch at you, her razor blade discarded with the shock of her hair being pulled.

Her heels stepping on your converse clad feet, before she whirled her fist back, the sound of her fist colliding with your nose and cheek, her punch was enough to stun you as the bright red blood trickled from your nose, towards your lip, you could taste blood. Bringing your toungue up towards the top of your lips you licked the excess blood leaking from your nose. Breathing heavy your hair messy, and matted.

You Spat the excess blood from the punch into the linoleum flooring you begin to back up, slightly stumbling over your shoes.

In that time ruby had grabbed her razor and started singing, walking slowly towards your retreating figure, the cool leg of a ladder had pressed against your back. Not taking your eyes off of the girl you slipped through the middle in attempt to get away from her.

“Cmon ruby Don’t you know it’s bad luck to walk under a ladder!” You nervously chuckled the brunette just smiled at you. As your eyes searched frantically for anything to help you

a tool box had laid discarded by the maintenance ladder. The yellow rubber of the handle of a hammer caught your eye, like a angled beacon of hope.

“Alright bitch, let’s level the playing field.” You whispered your face hardened with anger as you crouched down for it, your hand almost reaching it.

before you felt your leg being pulled out from under you, as your body hit the linoleum floor with a SMACK! Groaning you turned over to face ruby, something unknown glinted in your e/c eyes. Pity? Anger? Or was it Sexual tension?

“Damn ruby” you smiled “take me to dinner first!” You wheezed out your body had hit the ground with enough force to make you see stars.

As the brunette psychopath smiled at you she brought her razor blade down towards you, whisky you wriggled underneath her weight, the sledge hammer sitting so close but yet so far away from you. Your finger tips only just scraped it, whilst Rubys razor cutt deeply at your arm, and then your stomach, a scream had left your throat as the white hot pain of being stabbed seared within your flesh. The girl had turned her razor blade whilst it had still been in your stomach. Tears leaked from your eyes, as you inhaled sharply stretching just fat enough to grip it by your side.

Your vision dotting with black spots as you closed your eyes and focused on what you could control, you tried to suppress the shock your body was going into by remembering Simon. And where you were and the pain you felt.

Feeling the pain meant you were still alive, focusing on what was happening meant you’d be alive to save Simon.

You refused to die here, in the fruit and veg aisle with a psychopath topping you, and stabbing you repeatedly. You knew what you had to do you had to breathe, as a million thoughts pounded through your skull.

Time it just right y/n-the side of her head -I have to save my friends-I have to save Simon-breathe y/n-I think I’m dying-I’m losing too much blood-fuck being stabbed hurts-

Rubys had tilted her head down, savouring this moment. it was the right time. Whirling the hammer as hard as you could into her skull blood spraying when the force of the hammer collided with her skin as it split the first few layers smashing her skull in the process,the deafening crack of rubys skull echoed throughout the store.

You didn’t even remember the war cry that left your lips as you smashed her. her black blood spluttered against your cheek as the pale girl tumbled off of you.

“Good riddance bitch.” You exclaimed, spitting the blood that got in your mouth on her dead corpse.

your hair messy and tangled,and bruises were sure to start forming on your body, as red pools of blood had stained your shirt, your body aching in protest with your movements adrenaline swirling through you. As you wondered your way further down the store.

Your bloody hammer in your hand, you were in desperate need on a fucking Band-Aid.

Kate’s screams weee the next to quieter the atmosphere of the store with fear, but you couldn’t worry about Kate. You needed pain killers.

Simon heard your screams, the blonde haired boy had known it was you immediately, stifling his sobs he held hope that you would survive.

Until he heard the crack! And then deathly silence. His ears rang with anxiety “oh no, no, no! She can’t be dead, she can’t be.” he found himself thinking at the insinuation of your potential death. Tears welled in his blue eyes as thick spit began to moisten his throat with his stifled sobs

He didn’t care about the chaos around him only you. Kate’s screams had been the next to fill the grocery store. The silence after hers had felt less forgiving.

the sticky substance had cling to you seemingly everywhere, your white band shirt had been sliced and covered in bright red pools of blood. Majority yours.

the sight of your disheveled appearance in a reflection of a fridge at the bottom of the aisle had you double checking it was you, blood covered seemingly every inch of you your adrenaline levels high, despite your desheveled appearance and your wounds you didn’t feel it.

You couldn’t you were running on adrenaline, and your only weapon a god damn hammer.

But you didn’t have much choice you decided, taking a shaky breath and moving further into the store, deena and sams discarded pill bowl was the next thing you saw.

Kates screams went quiet, and your shaky breathing filled your ears as your frantically beating heart slammed against your rib cage. As you crept towards where Kate was stationed.

Your hearing seemingly deafened, when you saw Kate’s carnaged head sheathed through in the bread slicer. A shaky “oh…my…god” left your lips as the souring ting of her blood stained your throat.

And you thought being stabbed was bad.

Every inhale stung with the bitter taste of blood that filled the air, it tasted bitter and stale, as the sound of running could be heard behind you. When both josh and Simon had piled out of two aisles not long after you. Them Too witnessing the carnage body of their friend.

The sight of Kate’s mangled body had stifled the boys “I think I’m gonna puke” Simon whispered, “me too.” You chuckled uncomfortably, simon could’ve sworn he had never turned his head so fast he almost had whiplash

When he saw you it was like everything melted away as Simon saw you, alive and breathing. Simon let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

“Oh fuck- y/n!” Simon exclaimed shakily, when he realised it was infact you, Simons heavy breathing filled your ears as he pulled you into a desperate hug, his pale hands clutching your head and lower back, as you wrapped yours around his back and shoulders Holding on for dear life.

Both of you had been shaking. “Oh my god y/n! Are you okay?!? Whose blood is that?” Simon rambled out, when he pulled back from the embrace.

“It’s mostly mine, but don’t worry I got a few good hits on her too.”

“Mostly yours?!?” He exclaimed giving you a once over “oh my god” he was so excited to see you, he didn’t even assume that you could be hurt. His fearful brown eyes turned to look at you it was enough to break your heart.

As you brought him into another embrace, inhaling sharply, when you realised

Your sledgehammer had been discarded next to you during your reunion, and the sight of a rapidly approaching Tommy slater was gonna put a damper on things, it was apparent time was of the essence.

So you did the only thing you could do. You pushed Simon out of the way with all of your might, watching the blonde boy slide away from you, his horrified expression sending a sharp stab to your heart.

Or that might’ve been Tommy’s axe that was planted in your shoulder, yours ears rushed with blood, your heart beating frantically in your chest, your friends had called out your name as your knees hit the linoleum with bruising force.

A delayed scream ripped from you, as Tommy’s axe sucured itself in your shoulder, you called out to your friends, your head staring up at Tommy’s bagged head anger apparent in your eyes as you brought yourself to your feet calling to your friends.

“GO RUN!” Before pain stakenly slowly pulling his axe from you left hand shoulder flipping it over in your right hand you looked Tommy right in his bagged face where his eyes should be and whispered a

“Fuck you.” Before swinging his own axe into his neck successfully decapitating him, his body cluttered to the floor as you stared at his flannel clad headless body before turning towards the way simon went.

Simons choked sobs had been enough to make you start crying more then you already were, as the blonde boy had began muttering to himself “holy shit, holy shit, holy shit” as he was sitting with his knees to his chest in an aisle fully believing he had just sealed the death of the girl he had loved.

“Si?” You spoke from the top of the aisle, the fluorescent lights made you look stunning, the blue and pink of the lights framed you as if you were an Angel.

“Y/n?!?” Simon called out his tearful eyes glistened in the lights, Simon was just happy to see you made it out from the clutches of Tommy, he didn’t care you were covered head to toe in blood, h/c knotted, and bleeding profusely. He still thought you looked beautiful leaning your bleeding body on the axe that could’ve killed you.

He pulled himself to his feet, running over to you, and pulling you into his arms, before sliding down to the floor, your bloody body being moved gently sideways in his lap.

“You-you saved me?” And “oh god why would you do that?!?” He whispered softly as he held your cheeks with such gentleness as he rocked you both, it felt safe being in simons grip.

Sitting in his lap had felt like everything would be okay. Like you finally didn’t need to fight anymore. Like he was going to fight for you. Simons other hand had been frantically putting pressure on your shoulder wound.

You were losing too much blood, your head felt woozy, and your eyelids had felt heavier then they ever were, your breathing had begun to shallow. Simon prayed that deena had finally killed Sam and this was all over.

And luckily for him one of those were true, Deena had succeeded in killing Sam, and bringing her back. And an ambulance and police cars had been dispatched.

With every rock of your body simon had held you with increasing tightness it was like he was forcefully holding ro this earth, for just a minute more.

He felt as if his prayers went unanswered when you gripped his pale hand he held to your face and whispered

“simon…si-“

“No! no, don’t speak save your strength” simon whispered gripping your blood covered hand.

“Simon-” Your grip, tightened.

“-im d-dying, I want you to have this.”

Simon had felt like he had just been stabbed you couldn’t be dying! How could you just accept that you were dying?

Wheezing as you gripped the cool silver of your locket, tearing it from your chest, your chest rattling with each breath.

“Si I want you, t-to have it.”

your eyes drooped before lazily staring up at him through your eyelashes.

Letting go of his hand on your cheek you Brough your hand to his cheek before smiling up at him your teeth covered in blood, your body groaning in protest as you begin to move your head forward to place a lazy kiss on his lips.

Slumping back slowly to your previous position in his arms blood began to trickle from your mouth as you choked out a

“Oh si- p-please don’t cry…”

He didn’t even realise he had been crying.

As Your hand shakily held his cheek throughout your love confession placing a bloody hand cheek on his pale skin, you attempted to smile a bloody smile.

“Remember…I’ll always…be… with you-“

“I love you”

Before your grip on his cheek loosened, falling to the floor limply, before…nothing? The grocery store grew silent, It was silence for the last time that night. There was no sound of your breathing, or his friends screams, or the sound of splashing water or the sound of shoes running on linoleum, only his own choked sobs.

“Y/n? Y/n please answer me” He cried wiping his cheeks of his tears your blood staining his hands as you lightly smacks your face.

“Cmon y/n” smack! “wake up!” Smack!

“Please y/n…” simon muttered in defeat, his sobs loud enough to alert his friends what had happened.

“Please don’t leave me” he cried his grip tightly holding your cooling cheeks your head lulling to the side limply with any movement.

You had looked so peaceful in his arms, your eyes closed, a ghost of a smile on your face, it was apparent you had no regrets.

You were prepared to die for your friends, and die you did, you were brave in life, and braver in death.

Though it didn’t stop simons distraught thoughts to cloud his judgement, he was looking for someone to blame, was it Sams fault? She disturbed the witch, was it deenas? For asking you all to save Sam sacrificing yourselves in the process? Was it’s Kate’s? For being so sure that this plan would work? was it Josh’s? For telling us about Sarah fier, or was it his own. For bringing you here and not turning you away? Telling you to run for the hills and never look back? Or was it your fault? For pushing him out of the way. Simon knew it was wrong but be blamed every single person there.

None so much as he blamed himself, clutching the locket he gave you it reminded him of the time you told him that you’d never take it off, you’d rather have died then taken off the locket.

The chilly night air of the park had bitten your skin as you sat on an old park bench, wrapping your arms around your shoulders and attempting to rub out the goose bumps that had begun to form

Checking your watch every two minutes “god I swear! If simons left me out here in the cold I’ll kill him.”

You spoke staring up into the stars angrily, kicking your foot off of the park bench and jumping down you decided to start your walk home, in the cold, dark night.

In shady side, alone. Yep you were definitely gonna kill him. You had made your way half way down the path near the cover of trees before you heard hurried footsteps and heavy breathing.

As they wheezed out an exhausted “y/n!” Before yelling again a little louder, “y/n!” You knew it was Simon but you were still a little mad at him for making you wait thirty minutes in the cold alone at night so you decided to you with him.

“HELP SIMON!” You yelled out mustering hopefully enough faux fear to fool Simon that you were actually in trouble before you let out another blood curdling scream.

“Oh god y/n?!?” Simon called out running in your general direction, stifling a chuckle as you hid yourself behind a tree, laughing at simons scared expressions.

You actually started to feel a bit bad when he called out for the 3rd time in a row voice wavering as he did so, so you knew it was time to throw in the towel and come clean.

Jumping out at simons turned figure shit eating grin on your face at the scream he let out “holy shit! You should’ve seen your face!”

“Oh haha, very funny y/n! I see how it is” Simon sulked sitting down on the dew covered grass breathing heavily, hands on his knees.

“Oh come on! You can’t really be upset?” You asked, planting yourself next to him on the grass, kicking his leg with your leg.

Truth be told he wasn’t upset, he was just relieved that you were okay, and just scared about what he felt when he didn’t see you at the park bench.

“Yes I’m upset! I thought something happened to you!” He exclaimed shaking his head, chuckling at something that popped into his head.

“Whatre you laughing at?”you asked, smiling wildly before placing a hand under your chin and smiling cheekily “My devilish good looks?”

Simon scoffed, “pfft- no! They are no laughing matter!” He said kicking your shoe clad foot lightly “but what I was laughing at was if you ever did get attacked? Can you imagine that? God they’d go crying back to their mamas if they ever faced you!”

“You’re a kicker!” Simon exclaimed toothy grin on his face as you let out a mock gasp “ah! I am not!”

“You so are!”

“Am not!” You pushed

Simon smiled “Are too”

“Am not!” You frowned pulling up some grass and throwing it at him

“Are too!” He replied “but I love ya anyway”

“Oh shut up! You blushed

“what did you want anyway? You called me to the park at the middle of the night and then left me for 30 minutes!”you spoke turning to look at the blonde boy

“Ah! Right, I wanted to give you this.” He replied looking suddenly bashful as he searched his pockets for something.

“I uh…think I lost it when I was looking for you?” Simon spoke scratching the back of his neck as he searched his pant pockets coming up empty handed aside from a button, a stick of gum, and a tissue.

“Simon!” You exclaimed in exasperation“what was it anyway?”

“It was uh, it was a locket!“ a blush littering simons cheeks as he grinned an embarrassed smile his tooth gap on full display.

“Awww Simon, That’s so sweet. thank you! If we ever find it I promise I’ll never take it off!”

Both you and Simon spent three hours in that park in the middle of the night searching for your locket, no flashlights, just the light of the moon.

It didn’t matter if you both caught a cold a couple of days later, both you and Simon had spent hours together searching, you didn’t find it.

If Simon was being honest majority of the time he was just looking at you, in the moonlight, your hair falling in your face, as you chuckled at how dumb this whole thing was.

“Hey y/n why don’t we just call it a night and go back to yours?maybe watch a movie if something?” The blonde boy asked slightly disheartened by your disappointed expression

“Aww okay!” You called back hands on your hips and frown on your face, as both you and Simon walked back to your house, the warmth of the pretty much empty house was already better as you both snuck back into your room turning on a vhs of some random movie you had throwing off your shoes and getting under your covers

Pulling Simon down with you, as you laid your head on his chest, at first the boy didn’t know what to do his hands stayed away from you until you looked up through your droopy eyes

“What…areee you waiting for? Put your arms round me” you slurred sleepily Simon brought his arms to rest around your midriff as he called out your name

“Y/n?”

“Mm”

“I actually didn’t lose the necklace…”

“Hmm then Why did we spend hours looking for it?” You asked your head still planted firmly on his chest, eyes closed on the verge of sleep

“I just didn’t want the night to end…”

“I didn’t want it to end ‘ither, god I love you…” you yawned out giving in to the bliss of sleep

Simon froze at your words his eyes blowing wide, he just pulled you more into him holding you close to his body.

“I love you too.” He smiled placing a kiss on top of your head “I love you too…”

The memory just made him want to cry over and over again.

Until the red and blue lights off the ambulance and cop cars arrived, his tears shone in the reflection of the lights as he stifled his sobs, his hands gripping your body tighter as the paramedics piled in.

he wouldn’t let go of your body, clinging desperately too you. His friends hands on his shoulders were the only thing that got him to let go. Even tho he physically gave you over, your weight felt like it was still there, choking him.

Joshs face has been watching Simon his hand on his shoulder concern clear in his features “simon…”

Simons red and blotchy face wet with tears glanced up at him

“she’s dead, josh.” His voice hardening anger and despair setting into his voice as he continued;

“she’s dead because of me…”

[juliaia]

Simon Kalivoda Halloween Headcanons!

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Thanks for the Simon request! I’m feeling a little creatively drained right now so I decided to go with headcanons instead of a full oneshot, but I hope you enjoy!

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- Simon loves Halloween

- Costumes? Yes. Candy? Yes. Scary movies? Yes.

- He WILL want to do a cheesy couple costume

- Or at least a group costume with Kate, Deena, Sam and Josh

- Whatever you guys decide on, he goes all out on the costumes

- He also wants to go trick or treating

- (But if you’re not up for that he’s totally down to just buy a bunch of candy and sit on the couch watching scary movies)

- He really likes giving candy out to trick or treaters, too

- He always compliments their costumes and gives out extra candy

- He loves seeing all the halloween decorations

- He definitely takes you on a drive to find the coolest houses

- You probably have a tiny party with the rest of the gang earlier in the evening, lots of snacks and horror movies and a few party games that go completely off the rails

- But after a while it’s just you and Simon

- And he takes the opportunity to cuddle with you on the couch while you watch a few more movies

- Halloween is a lot of fun with Simon

- The one downside is probably that he ends up eating nothing but candy all night and he definitely gets sick from it

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BONUS:

“I feel like shit.” Simon announces, as the credits to Alfred Hitchcock’s, Psycho, roll down the TV screen. You glance down at him—he’s halfway in your lap, his head resting on your chest.

“Yeah? What is it, headache?” You ask. He shakes his head.

“My stomach is killing me.” He says.

“What’ve you eaten today?” You ask. He goes quiet for a moment.

“That makes sense actually.” He says.

“Why? What’d you eat?” He proceeds to list off enough candy to fill a gas station, and you sigh. “Yeah that does make sense.”

Simon spends about an hour on the toilet that night, and when he comes up to bed, he asks you to rub his stomach—you do.

[kitseddie]

Simon Kalivoda/Reader: Drunk Babysitting Word Count: 960 Fandoms: Fear Street (1994)

It was 12:38 am and you had dozed off on top of your keyboard while typing up an English assignment. A strong knock at the door startled you awake as you ran your fingers over the indents the computer keys left on your face. Who the hell could be knocking at this time? You were lucky your dad was working away again because he would be pissed. You slid on some slippers and wrapped your robe around your body before shuffling downstairs.

Before you could even open the door you heard the same knock again and sighed angrily, swinging it open. Your eyes widened at the sight, two tall police officers towered over you as you immediately stood up straight.

“Excuse me ma’am is this young man your boyfriend?”. One of them moved to the side to reveal a drunk Simon, his hands in cuffs and his arm in a tight grip by one of the officers. You sighed and raised your eyebrows, looking back at them.

“Hmm depends, what did he do?”. He seemed offended by your response and threw up his hands in protest as you held back a small giggle.

“Underage drinking, trespassing, graffi-“. You held up your hands to stop them as you shook your head and sighed, he shrugged at you with such a sweet and innocent look that you couldn’t turn him away. “We’re city police ma’am if we locked up every drunk teenager in Shadyside we’d never be off duty. I just want to get home to my family.” You let out a deep sigh and stared at his puppy dog eyes, before giving in.

“The idiot’s mine. I’ll sober him up and make sure he doesn’t cause any more trouble.” The officer released his grip and Simon pulled himself away angrily, they unlocked his handcuffs as he rolled his sore wrists. They wished you a good night and you noticed Simon turn around to yell something but you covered his mouth just in time, he looked over at you confused as you removed it and kissed him.

“What did you spray paint in the warehouse this time?”. You watched his eyes light up and a wide mischievous smirk appeared on his face.

“Fuck the pigs”. He grinned as you shook your head with a small laugh, holding his chin and pressing your lips against his again. You both walked inside the house and up into your room as you gave him some water and something for the inevitable hangover.

He sat up on your bed and dragged you next to him by the waist as you chuckled, his hands gently moved your hair behind your ear as he began laying small kisses on the inside of your neck. You couldn’t hide the small giggles that you let out when his lips pressed against a sensitive part of your skin, you sighed and pushed him away slightly, remembering he wasn’t sober.

“Thanks for bailing me out, again. I would be lost without you, and like…in jail, probably”. He chuckled, his fingertips gently moving your hair off my shoulder piece by piece as you felt mesmerised by the feeling.

“Yeah well someone’s gotta keep you out of trouble”. You teased, as he smirked and nodded to himself. His eyes still not leaving yours, as he stared at you in awe. As you opened your mouth to speak he pressed his lips against yours suddenly, and you melted into him. You could feel his hand grip your wrist to steady himself, you watched intently as he slowly pulled away and you felt slightly dizzy.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, you hear me?”. His hand gripped both sides of your head as he stared at you, his eyes widening as he spoke. You chuckled slightly at his intensity as he dropped his hands suddenly before tightly gripping both your hands with his own. “I love you”. He shamelessly admitted as your eyes began mimicking his, enlarging to the size of planets.

“Simon, you’re drunk-“. You started, pulling away as he tightened his grip and gently turned you back to face him. He stared at you, he was the most serious that I’ve ever seen him. He was silent and he didn’t have to say anything else to try and convince you, you could see in his eyes that he meant it. “I love you too, god Si I love you so much”. His face erupted into the widest smile as he kissed you as if his life depended on it.

“God I reek of booze, how can you kiss me when I reek of booze?”. You chuckled and ran your fingers through his soft blonde hair, his lips still smiling back at you.

“Pot, booze, cigarettes, you’re a pretty stinky dude.” He shoved you playfully as you chuckled and pushed back against his hands and planted a kiss on his lips. “But you’re so cute that I can’t help but kiss you anyways”. He raised his eyebrows and grinned, kissing your neck gently. You giggled at the tingly feeling, enjoying it for a second before pushing him off. “Get a shower! You need to sober up!”. He rolled his eyes and looked over at the bathroom.

“Come with me?”. You could see the lust in his puppy eyes as you laughed and shook your head with a smile, he groaned and threw up his hands stomping like a toddler to the bathroom to shower. You stared at him, watching him pull off his shirt in the mirror and grinning to yourself. His eye caught yours through the reflection as he blew you a kiss and you caught it, holding it against my chest. You loved him. And he loved you.

[amazingori]

So question if I write a sequel to the fear Street trilogy? Would anyone actually go and read it or should this be a me project only??

[wendeeee]

fr wanna get back into writing 😔 .

[simonsrealwife]

Do you love me?

Summary: Simon admits feelings for the girl he truly adores… you. Little did he know, you had feelings for him too. This entire fanfic takes place at your house btw!

Warnings: Cock sucking, moaning, dirty talk, leaving hickeys, kissing, partially undressing in front of someone, semen!, eye contact, eye contact while giving a blowjob, handjob, spitting on cock, hair tugging, swearing, praising kink, hair pulling kink. 

Pairing: Simon Kalivoda x Female Reader

Word Count: 2,261

“Do… do you love me?” The words come out slowly, hesitantly, as if they’re difficult to get out. Simon bites his lip nervously, hoping that I’ll answer honestly. 

“Of course I do!” I reply quickly, without hesitation. That’s the most honest i’ve ever been. I’d never lie to Simon. “Have I not been obvious…?” I furrow my eyebrows in confusion. 

Simon nods his head slowly and smiles softly. “Yeah… you kinda have.” He says quietly, still unsure of how much I actually know. 

I look away from his gaze for a second, trying to comprehend how I’ve so stupidly hid my affection from him. My gaze quickly meets his again as my lips form a tender smile. “From now on, I’ll make sure to be obvious as to how much I love you!” I chime up, trying the lighten the dim mood. 

Simon’s smile grows wider as he laughs softly, leaning back against the wall behind him. I notice his hands are shaking slightly from obvious nervousness, but only for a second or two before he calms them down. “I’d love that.”

“Is there something else that’s wrong?” I stare deeply into his eyes with a serious and stern look, him seeming to be more nervous than ever before. 

“No, no… nothing wrong…” He shakes his head and takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. It seems like he’s struggling to find the right words to say. “...just… never mind.”

“Oh. Alright.” I look away awkwardly, not wanting to pry away at information he doesn’t want to share. The tension and silence builds up. 

After a moment, he finally lets out a long sigh and looks over at me, meeting my gaze with his own. “You’re probably wondering why I’m so anxious about telling you this…” 

“Yeah. I am.” I reply.

“It’s because I’m afraid you won’t understand it… or worse; think less of me.” He gives an apologetic look, clearly embarrassed by what he’ll say next.

I place a hand on his shoulder and stare deeply into his eyes with a sense of love and adoration hidden behind them. “Nothing will ever make me think less of you. You are my sweet, loving, caring best friend and nothing will ever change that.” I reassure with a soft, comforting tone. 

“Thank you…” He says, smiling widely now. He leans forward and presses his forehead against mine. “I was worried that you might think less of me if you knew…” 

“Knew what?” I lower my voice to the appropriate level.

Simon’s smile falters for a second before returning, looking lovingly into my eyes again. “Well… I have a crush on you.” 

My eyes widen in surprise. I pull away and attempt to comprehend that information. “Really?”

“Yeah, yeah I do. It’s just… well… I’ve always had feelings for you…” His expression grows more serious as he speaks, staring directly into my eyes. “And, I didn’t wanna ruin our friendship by confessing.” 

“Oh Simon… how long have you felt this way?”

“A while now. But then, when we were hanging out together like this, talking, laughing, joking around, it just got harder and harder not to talk about it.” He sighs heavily. 

My lips form a bright smile, slightly mischievous as i get more excited to share the news he absolutely wants to hear. “I think you’re gonna like what i have to say about that.”

“Really?” He smiles broadly, leaning back slightly so that he can look me straight in the eyes once more. “What is it?”

“I have a crush on you too.”

Simon’s eyes grow wide as he stares back at me, unable to believe what he’s hearing. “You… you mean it?” 

“Mhm.” I nod my head in agreement.

His face flushes a bright red and he looks away from me, biting his lower lip. “But… why me? You could have anyone.” His voice cracks lightly, the raspyness really showing with each word.

“Because you’re… you! You are the only person that’s ever wanted to spend time with me, talk to me, go on long car drives with, smoke with…” I respond with genuine love. My heart is poured out with every single word. Every word having meaning and genuine truth. The weight is lifted off my chest, now he knows I adore him and I don’t have to talk Kate’s ear off about it anymore. 

Simon nods slowly. “I know right? But still… why me?” He asks, his voice cracking slightly as he does so.

“Let me just go get a water from the kitchen real quick, then I’ll explain everything, okay?” I point behind me towards the bedroom door. Simon nods in agreement and patiently awaits my arrival.

After a few minutes, I come back with a cold glass of water. The bed creases a little bit as I sit down beside Simon. The tension between us is heavy.

“Okay… here we go.” He says softly, looking into my eyes again. “So tell me everything. Every single detail.” He says with a slight excitement hidden behind his eyes. 

“So… I think my crush on you started in 5th grade when we hit our one year friendship.” I admit with hesitation, wanting Simon to know all the little details. 

“Really?” He chuckles quietly, lowering his hand down to mine and squeezing gently. “And how did it progress after that?”

“Oh you have no idea.” I sigh heavily. “I started seeing you very, very, very differently. Every time you look at me, I feel my heart pound ten times faster.” I reply with a slight chuckle.

“You mean like… romantically or something else…?” His cheeks flush brightly once more.

“Romantically. But, I’ve definitely thought of you sexually…” My voice trails off, unsure if I should continue talking. 

“Oh.” He looks away shyly, biting his lip lightly. “Um… well… what about me?” He asks quietly, almost afraid to hear the answer.

“Just casual sex stuff, I guess. For example, I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long ever since we played spin the bottle and I got to kiss you that one time.” I answer nonchalantly, admitting something that’s been picking at me for so long.

“Well… uh… do you want to kiss me right now?” He asks quietly, feeling embarrassed about asking such a question. 

“Mhm.”

Simon smiles softly, leaning forward towards me. His lips are only inches from mine now, breathing heavy and fast as the tension builds up between us. I connect our lips quickly, slowly moving the kiss in sync. The passion grows intense, more eager for more. 

He closes his eyes tightly as I kiss him, enjoying every second of it. His heart races faster than normal, beating rapidly through his chest. My arm snakes around his neck, pulling him closer as the kiss deepens. I moan into his mouth. My other hand slowly inches its way across every surface of his body. 

His tongue slides into my mouth. He lets out soft groans of pleasure as he feels my hand running all over his body and enjoying the feeling of my fingers digging into his skin. He pulls away from the kiss and runs his hands along my waist, squeezing gently. “So beautiful…”

“Say more stuff like that…” I hum under my breath, adoring the praises of my beauty. 

“So beautiful and so perfect…” He repeats, squeezing my waist with more intimacy. 

The way he talks makes me blush furiously. I can feel my face turn bright red as the heat washes over my features. My body tingles all over from the sheer excitement of finally being able to lock lips with such a pretty-looking boy like him. The way he kisses me makes me dizzy with passion. All thoughts leaving my mind except for one - him. 

He mumbles words of pure adoration as he slowly leaves a trail of kisses along my jawline and my neck. Lightly sucking and biting on the sensitive skin as to leave a mark of his love. Small purple and red hickeys form on my neck, making the skin much more sensitive than before. Even the slightest touch causes a shiver to course down my back. 

“S-simon… I need you~” I whimper under my breath, feeling somewhat awkward about admitting such a bold thing. 

He stops kissing my neck and leans back up to look me straight in the eyes. God, even his eyes were pretty. A light shade of blue that, once met, can make you feel lost. “You need me?” He whispers with both a disbelieving and seductive tone. 

Even meeting his eyes with my own sends my thoughts to completely fade from my mind. All I can do is nod my head slowly in agreement, being unable to muster words. 

As if something came over me, I fall to my knees in front of him with a bold look. My eyes express how much i want this, his eyes showing the same. My hands work magic and without another second passing, his pants were pooled onto the floor beneath him, leaving his lower half covered by only his boxers. Even the sheer sight of him in his boxers had my stomach filled to the brim with fluttering butterflies. 

Simon lets out a small gasp of pure ecstasy as I pull down his pants. A wash of blush covered his face. He wasn’t used to being so… exposed. 

I look up at him while tugging on the waistband of his boxers, asking for permission to pull them down and continue things further. His breathing becomes heavier, the anticipation building up inside of him. I was obviously making him super horny. 

“Go ahead,” He says quietly, trying not to sound too eager or desperate but failing miserably. His voice cracks slightly when he speaks those simple words. 

I smile fondly at his comment and without another minute passing, I pull down his boxers. They fall to the floor. Simon whimpers tenderly, being unfamiliar to this feeling of being completely exposed infront of me. His face flushes a deep shade of red. 

I chuckle softly at his adorable reactions, feeling the sudden urge to make him feel unbelievable from the pleasure soon to come. Both my hands make way to wrap around the base, stroking slowly as I make eye contact with him while kissing the tip. My tongue licks the shaft intimately, causing a small moan to escape the boys lips. His eyes flutter close as he enjoys the attention I give him. His hand finds its way into my hair, lightly tugging at the roots as he relaxes into the sensation. 

I look up at the boy once more to admire his features. His mouth is agape slightly, his eyes shut tightly, and his eyebrows knit together. He lets out another soft moan, his hips swaying back and forth as I continue to pleasure him. The grip on my hair tightens, using it to guide my movements as he continues to enjoy the feeling. “Oh yeah… just like that… don’t stop… keep going…” He sighs in-between delicate moans. 

Saliva drips down my chin as my movements start to get more sloppy, my mouth hungrily licking and sucking. Simon’s hips buck lightly, his eyes rolling back as I suck him off expertly. “Ohhhh… oh fuck…” He grunts loudly, his breathing getting heavier and shallower.

The sensation sends him over the edge, his body tensing up, his mind going blank, his whole world focused on the feeling of my warm, wet mouth enveloping his cock, his fingers digging into the bedsheets as he tries desperately to hold himself back from cumming. 

I take my mouth off of his cock, spitting on my hand before stroking up and down with the wet hand. “God, you’re so pretty like this,” I hum in contentment, continuing to pump his cock in my hand with swift movement. 

Simon’s entire body shudders and shakes, his muscles tensing up as his heart races faster than ever. A soft whimper escapes his lips, his hips bucking forward slightly as if trying to get more stimulation. “Y-you’re incredible…” He says between heavy breaths, sweat dripping down his forehead. His heart beats so fast that he can barely stand it, his whole body trembling intensely. 

I hum under my breath before sticking his cock down my throat again. The tip repeatedly hitting the back of my throat. That’d leave a mark later. 

“Mmmmph,” He cries out, gripping the sheets tightly as I take him deeper into my throat. His hips gyrating wildly. With one last final suck, he started releasing ropes of semen down my throat. The hand that was in my hair is now tugging at the roots harder, his face contorting with such pleasure. I stare up at him, admiring his features as he uses my throat for his personal use. 

He shudders once more, panting heavily as he collapses backwards, resting his head against the soft mattress. “That was incredible…” He breathes deeply, looking exhausted but satisfied nonetheless. His eyes are half-closed, showing the expression of a very pleased man. I stand up, chuckling lightly at his comment. The back of my hand swipes across my lips, catching up any leftover semen and saliva. 

Laying down next to Simon, I place a hand on his chest. My finger traces small hearts on the delicate fabric of his shirt. A fond smile forms across my lips as I make eye contact with him, feeling a greater connection, although I didn’t think it was possible to become even closer to him. I knew at this very moment, a new life with him would start. A new life filled with so many possibilities that I could only dream of. 

(I promise, I’ve finally gotten the urge to write again so please please please expect some more fanfics!!!)

[always-having-a-mental-breakdown]

Who I will write for-

(so I am new to writting fanfics so pls bare with me🥲, this is also a nwlnw blog only so pls dont interact if you're fem alligned ty, also my fanfics will be for any skin tone, any weight {unless you request a certian weight}, basically its going to be very inclusive here! ) my favs: <3

I think I'm only going to do fluff, maybe angst if I'm feeling mean, and i will not write for pedophilia, sa, incest, romantization of sh or depression or suicidal thoughts, stolckholm syndrom, romamtization of autism, or age reg,

●○Shadow and bone○● (based off of the books)

•David Kostyk• <3

•The darkling• (maybe)

•Maylen Oretsev•

•Nikolai Lantsov•

•Tolya Yul-bataar•

●○Six Of Crows○● (based off of the books)

•Matthias Helvar• (bark bark) <33333

•Kaz Brekker• <3

•Jesper Fahey• <3

•Wylan Van Eck• (maybe, bc idrk how ill write him tbh)

●○The Hobbit○●

•Thranduil• <3

•Thorin•

•Legolas•

•Bilbo Baggins•

●○Stranger Things○●

•Billy Hargrove•

•Steve Harrington•

•Hopper•

●○Slashers○●

•Rz!Michael Myers● <3

•Billy Loomis● <3

●Stu Macher● <3

•Mickey• (scream 2)

•Thomas Hewitt• <3

•Art the Clown• (ify bc idk if I love or hate him tbh)

•Brahms Heelshire• <3

•Charles Lee Ray•

●○Fear Street○●

•Thomas Slater• <3

●Simon Kalivoda● <3

And thats rly it but I cant rly think of any more but just request and see! I may write for them. (Also i may start on a Matthias x male reader head cannon tonight bc i havent seen one lmao🥲🤙)

[thorpery]

BLEGH!

 im rowan- albeit that’s just a pseudonym i’ll write under. if you find my main, on any social media, good job! anywho, look under the cut for more info. :D

this is my carrd , it has more basic info about me!

this is my account for writing my silly little fanfics.. my requests are open! here’s a list of who i’ll write for. this is evergrowing, and pleaaase recommend me shows to watch so i can add more characters to this list.

wednesday: xavier thorpe, rowan laslow, tyler galpin, wednesday addams, enid sinclair, and... pretty much every other character haha fear street: nick goode, deena johnson, sam fraser, simon kalivoda + possibly more, shoot me a message! twilight: edward cullen, jacob black, jasper hale, alice cullen, carlisle cullen

i’m blanking for more media,,, but pleaseee shoot me a dm if you want to know if i’ll write for your request! odds are i’ve seen it or will watch it.  i promise i don’t bite! i’ll write some more stuff i like in the tags. BYF!!: like i said in my carrd, it might just take me a while to get things out. i’m trying i promiseeee!! plus also i am a minor. i’m 16. i won’t write nsfw.

DNI!!:  anti neopronoun/xenogender , anti sdx , terf/swerf , dsmp supporters , proana / sh , pedo/zoo/necrophile .. get the fuck away from me , under 14/over 23 , basic dni criteria.

basic tags: rowan writes , rowan talks , rowan posts pictures , + more tbd

[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.

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

I want more Fear street fanfics on Tumblr, especially kate and ziggy.

[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.

[juliaia]

wrinkled sheets and sweaty palms

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summary: you have a nightmare, but simon is there to comfort you.

pairing: simon kalivoda x gn!reader

warnings: swears, spooks and violence, nightmares

a/n: this is a bit shorter, but i always love a good comfort fic. i ask once again, please excuse any bad formatting <3

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There is someone standing in the hall.

Completely still—a broad shouldered man holding an axe. You can’t see his face, but you can feel that he’s staring right at you.

Fear grips you like a vice, freezing you where you stand in the doorway of the bathroom.

It’s dark in the hall, and you can’t move, and you can’t see, and you can’t scream, all you can do is stand and watch as the man begins to move.

His face does not become any clearer as he approaches you. It stays a blurry smudge as he comes closer, and closer—close enough to reach out and touch. Is he wearing a mask? A bag? A veil?

The axe is gripped tightly in his hand.

You want to run. You want to scream. You want—

The man raises the axe, and in one quick motion, shoves you backwards into the bathroom. You feel yourself slip on the tile. You feel your back hit the ground. You feel as your head bounces against the rim of the bathtub. You feel as the blade of the axe comes down onto your chest and breaks through your ribs.

And you can’t move, and you can’t see, and you can’t scream.

And then you wake up.

You jolt into a sitting position, sweaty hands clawing at the sheets as you let out a strangled cry.

You scramble off of the bed, pulling at the sheets and leaving them a wrinkled mess as you rush to the bathroom.

You shut the door and turn on the light, staring at yourself in the mirror.

You’re alive. It was only a dream. You’re safe. Just a nightmare.

But your heart is pounding and you’re sweating and shaking so bad that your hands can barely grip the knobs to turn on the sink. You splash some water on your face, trying to steady your breathing.

In, out, in, out, in—

“Hey,” It’s Simon. He’s knocking gently on the door. “You okay?”

You don’t respond, just turn and unlock the door.

Simon’s in the room with you in an instant. He looks at you in concern, eyes scanning your face.

“You okay?” He asks. You just shake your head, and Simon nods and holds his arms open in a silent request. You give him a nod, and he envelopes you in a tight hug.

He feels solid and whole, and you’re clinging to him desperately, trying to calm yourself.

“It’s okay, you’re alright, hey, hey,” He pulls away just enough to look you in the eye. “What happened babe?” He asks. You open your mouth, and then close it again and press your face into his chest. “Bad dream?”

You make some small noise of affirmation, and Simon gives a sigh and sits down on the bathroom floor, pulling you into his lap.

The sigh isn’t annoyed. It isn’t tired or angry. It’s just a heavy, sympathetic noise that lets you know he understands, and he’s sorry, and he’s here.

“It’s okay.” He says, kissing the top of your head gently. You give a nod. “You wanna talk about it?” He asks. You shake your head, and he nods in understanding. “You know you can, though, right? If you want? Even if its not now, you can—“

“I know.” You sniffle, wiping at your eyes. “I know, thank you.” You say. He smiles, kissing you on the forehead.

“I’m sorry you had a nightmare.” He murmurs. You shrug.

“S’okay.”

“I get them too, y’know? About all that Sarah Fier stuff. Like, I know I’m bad at being serious, but…that stuff still gets me, too—if that’s even what it was about! Like, I don’t wanna assume—“

“No, I…it was. I think it was.” He nods, looking relieved. “Felt the same. The same kind of fear.”

Simon wipes at your eyes, bumping his forehead against yours.

“I’m sorry.”

“Not your fault. Never your fault.” You say. He gives a playful roll of his eyes.

“Well, I know that, but you know what I mean.” He says. You smile.

“I do.” He gives you a soft peck on your lips.

“Wanna go back to bed?” He asks. You nod, getting out of his lap and taking his hands to help him up.

The wood floor is cold beneath your feet as you walk back to bed, and if it weren’t for Simon’s warm arm around your shoulders you think you might be cold, too. But you’re not, because Simon. Because if Simon is anything, he’s warm. He’s warm and kind and safe and hilarious and you can’t ever get enough of him.

He gets nightmares too. You don’t know why you’ve never let that sink in. He’s woken up shaking and sweating before, you’ve wrapped an arm around him and shushed him gently as he steadies his breathing, comforted him at four in the morning—of course he gets nightmares, of course all the undead monster bullshit messed him up too. You feel silly for not realizing that. Just because he doesn’t show it as often…

You’re both back in bed, trying to get comfortable again, eventually coming to lay on your sides and face one another.

“You know…you know you can talk to me too, right? When you have nightmares, I mean.” You say. Simon smiles, blue eyes tired, but incredibly kind.

“I know.” He says. He looks at you with an almost overwhelming amount of appreciation. “Thank you.”

You lean in and press a kiss to the tip of his nose.

Simon is loud at the best of times, but in terms of physical features—specifically facial features—his nose is the loudest. Utterly delightful, just slightly larger than average, the little bump, the gentle slope, the careful hook—to be frank, you’re just a little bit obsessed with it.

You kiss it again, and then tilt your head slightly, opening your mouth and gently pressing your teeth against the bridge of his nose.

He politely tries to stifle his laughter, but then breaks into a fit of quiet giggling.

“What are you doing?” You pull away slightly, shutting your mouth and pressing a gentle kiss to the bridge of his nose.

“I love your nose.” You say. He smiles and kisses the soft patch of skin beneath your left eye.

“I love you.” He says.

You settle back onto the mattress, Simon rolls over, and you slide your arms around his middle, resting your cheek against his shoulder.

“I love you too.”

Simon’s shoulder is warm against your cheek. He smells like home and feels as cozy and familiar as holiday dinners with your closest loved ones. There is no comfort like the comfort he provides you.

“Night babe.” Simon says, a yawn muddling the tail end of his sentence.

“Goodnight Simon.” You say.

The sky outside is still dark, and tomorrow you will peacefully sleep well into the heavy sunlight of the afternoon. But right now, you lay in bed beside Simon, blanketed both literally, and metaphorically—by blissful happiness, and a feeling of complete and utter safety.

Call it naïve, teenage romanticism, but each and every time you look at him, you are reminded that Simon is, undoubtedly, the love of your life.

[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.

[kitseddie]

Simon Kalivoda: Reader Insert.

Simon wants to pierce his ear and you happen to have a needle and ice.

(My first ever Simon fic! If anyone wants to send prompts of ideas I can use to write something else hit me up!)

“Are you sure about this?”. Sam asked her question lined with concern as Deena shot her an angry look.

“It’s these two knuckleheads of course they’re not”. I spun on my heel, pulling my rubber glove up to my elbow and tilting my head slightly.

“Excuse me, I’m trying to work. I would appreciate you keeping your unsupportive comments to yourself”. Simon laid on the chair as I placed the sunglasses on his face and titled the desk lamp to act as a light source.

“I don’t even think this is gonna work, he’s gonna get an infection.” Josh chimed in as I shushed him and held my gloved finger to his lips, he paused as I moved away and sat on the edge of the armchair.

“Simon, you trust me to do this right?”. He looked around the room at the nervous faces silently pleading for him to back out, he grinned widely back at me.

“Hell yeah baby, turn me into a sexy pirate.” He smirked in response as I patted my knees before hopping off the chair and tending to my workstation. My hands began prepping my table with the necessary tools: needle, ice and a single silver earring in the shape of a cross.

Simon had briefly mentioned how he wanted an ear piercing and I briefly offered that I would pierce it for him. This turned into a seemingly short conversation discussing the logistics of the operation, which consisted of deciding ice would be good enough for numbing and the rest can be figured out as we go. Sort of how all our plans work.

“Alright sweetheart I’m gonna numb your ear now, are you ready?”. He nodded as I held the ice to his ear and he winched at the coldness. I smiled at his reaction, holding it there as I grabbed a marker pen and marked a spot on his lobe. He seemed scared but excited, as he grabbed one of my hands.

“Take a deep breath, I’ll guide you through it, you’re gonna be okay”. He nodded as I pushed the needle through his ear and he refused to look at it, I felt his hand squeeze mine as I grabbed the earring.

“You’re doing great, just a little longer,” I reassured him as I slipped the earring through and clasped it closed, pulling out the needle. Using a small and damp bit of tissue I wiped the blood from his ear lobe as he sat up and grinned, I passed him a mirror as he held it up and admired my handy-work. I raised my eyebrow waiting for a response as he smirked and brought me into a huge hug and kissed my cheek.

“I look so fucking hot”. His hands held onto either side of my shoulders as he announced this to me, his eyes staring directly into mine.

“No arguments here”. I grinned as he smirked widely, turning back to our friends with pride showing off his new piercing. Everyone was pretty impressed but mostly surprised it even worked, he pulled me onto his lap and looked up at me.

“You’re a Jack of all trades aren’t you?”. A smile passed through my lips as he flirted and noticed my cheeks flush pink. His smirk did not shift an inch, his eyes staring back into me in pure awe.

“Alright wrap it up, can’t you do this weird couple shit on your own time?”. Josh moaned as we both smiled back at him. Right on cue, Kate walked in and noticed us all gathered around the chair with a table full of sharp metal objects. She rolled her eyes and walked back out of the room as Josh perked up and ran towards her. “Kate! Wait up!”. We all shared suggestive looks and chuckled.

“And they say you can’t improve on perfection”. My finger gently brushed back a piece of his hair, I smirked widely at him as his grin remained. He held me and kissed me as Deena grabbed Sam’s hand, giving us some privacy as we giggled and pressed our foreheads together.