#fear st

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

warnings: language

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

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

"I'm coming!"

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

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

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

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

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

Simon procured some cassettes from his backpack.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Can I help you?" You asked.

"You're pretty."

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

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

"That was a little much, Si."

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

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

"Oh, hi," she said.

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

"Simon asked me to put it on."

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

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

"Living room, last time I checked."

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

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

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

"Our mixtape is on."

"Yeah. I heard. Wanna watch?"

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

"Led Zep's on," he deflected.

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

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

"Possessive?"

"Jealous?"

"I liked possessive better."

"Nah, you're jealous."

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

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

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

You stopped. "Yeah?"

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

"What for?"

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

You laughed softly.

"Maybe I did," he responded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Nah," Deena replied nonchalantly.

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

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

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

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

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

"What is it?"

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

"Cute, kind of creepy, but cute."

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

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

warnings: none

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

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

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

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

"Hey, sharing is caring."

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

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

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

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

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

"It's late."

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

He grumbled, and that was your cue to leave.

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

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

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

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

"It's Simon."

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

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

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

"Promise you won't laugh?"

"Depends on what it is."

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

You laugh.

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

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

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

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

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

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

of course! this song is so cute anon

warnings: tw for food

summary: you and simon have a sleepover only to end up kissing in the bathroom. (gn!reader)

You rang his doorbell, and you were about to climb through one of his windows when he finally answered.

"Took you long enough," you joked slightly.

He held up two onesies, one was a unicorn onesie and the other a dinosaur one. You chose the dinosaur one.

You two changed in Simon's room, which both of you started to do after a mutual decision that you had grown close enough. Both of you kept your clothes on underneath though because it was freezing in his house.

You and Simon ended up sharing a carton of chocolate ice cream while sitting on his kitchen floor.

"Be honest," you started. He looked up. "Have you ever had a crush on Kate?"

"Hmm," he answered, "when we were like ten, probably?"

"Hey, that doesn't count!"

"Well, I have a crush on someone else now," he said a little too pompously for your liking.

"Really?" Your eyebrows raised. "Not to invade your privacy or anything," you started nervously, "but who is it?"

"Eh, they'll find out."

"Who will find out? Simon, who?" You yelled from the kitchen as he got up and walked back to his room. All he had to say was, "Put the ice cream away, will you."

You complained but obeyed.

You sat down on his bedroom's hardwood floor with him. He had a board game laid out on the floor. It was Operation.

"Simon, hurry up!" You hissed as he tried to pick up the broken heart out of the heart-shaped hole with the tweezers. He eventually got them out, and he scooted over to give you a chance. You failed to get anything out with the tiny plastic tweezers, though, and Simon did a victory lap around his room as the heart-shaped hole buzzed red.

He eventually calmed down and offered a dance party with his mini black cassette player.

Who were you to decline?

I was wearing that dumb sweatshirt

You two danced like there was no tomorrow to random songs on the cassette he put in. It comprised of mostly love songs and rock.

I looked like a goon, I was dressed for winter

You were starting to grow tired, but Simon definitely wasn't. He was starting to get even more energetic somehow. That meant one thing: so did you. You were starting to laugh a little too loudly when he started to thrash violently.

Tell me how you feel about me

Do you like or like, like me?

Tell me what you really feel

Do you like me? Just say you do

The song started to fade away slowly, and you looked over at his alarm clock. It was past midnight.

"Let's go to sleep," you announced. He gave in.

He kept making silly faces in this bathroom mirror as you two brushed your teeth together. Both of you didn't brush your teeth properly, but it was worth the fleeting giddiness.

When you two were done, Simon stood awkwardly in front of the doorway. Take into account of the fact that his bathroom was very small.

"Uh, Simon?"

"Listen, when you asked earlier who my crush was," he said. "It's you. It's been you for over two years... It's just. I've never really had the guts to say it until now..."

You looked down at your feet, not knowing what to say. You finally looked up after a few minutes, and before you knew it, your lips were practically attached to his for over a minute. It didn't seem long aloud, but it felt like forever. Music from his cassette player was still blasting from his bedroom, because both of you didn't bother to turn it off as the song looped. Your hands were latched onto the sides of his face, and he was so surprised that he didn't even get to close his eyes. He eventually got the hang of it halfway through the kiss.

here you go! can't promise it'll be good but i overthought about everything

tw: fear street spoilers, death, blood, language, murder, stuff like that, and a mildly sad ending.

You were really not anticipating this.

Facing your Satanist father. You thought you knew him. You were a Goode, no--his child, why hadn't he told you?

You were angry, and sad, and afraid. Everything you knew about your father was a lie. If only the truth didn't hurt so badly.

Deena interrupts your thoughts, "Everything okay, y/n?"

You responded quietly, "Yea."

You were grateful they had taken you, a Sunnyvaler, in. But you never got to tell anyone you were dating Simon. You knew they wouldn't judge you, but still...a Sunnyvaler dating a Shadysider. Your father would've told you to cut ties with everyone from the 'cursed town'.

Deena looks at you, doubtful of your answer. You didn't blame her.

You had seen what Sarah Fier had been through. You had seen one of your ancestors, Solomon Goode, make a deal with Satan. Your boyfriend had been murdered. You felt betrayed.

You, Deena, Josh, Martin, and Ziggy were already at the Shadyside Mall.

You clutched your water blaster, glancing over at how Martin and Ziggy were reacting, and nearly jumped when a police officer came out of seemingly nowhere.

"Fuck," you whispered underneath your breath.

Ziggy and Martin were trying to explain everything to him, but he just wasn't having it. You were prepared for devastation, but something else happened...

You stared in horror.

It was the milkman.

The milkman that stabbed and killed the police officer. Each thought that went through your mind was, "You have to do this. For Sam. For Shadyside. For Simon."

Another police officer came into focus, and the milkman murdered him as well…

Ziggy and Martin scrambled away, but she left him clutching the rope.

You held onto the rope tightly, closing your eyes and praying that Skull Mask would just walk right by you...

You opened your eyes. You pulled the rope as strongly as you could, trapping Skull Mask inside the bookstore. But still, it didn't close fully.

You panicked. He was getting nearer.

You kicked the iron fence down further, each kick with more desperation than the next, and finally, it closed. You couldn't see his face through the mask, but you knew. He was dangerously close to you, and wouldn't have hesitated killing you at all.

You backed away out of fear and ran to meet with the others.

"We only have four," Ziggy said.

"No Ruby?" Deena was panicking at this point.

Your stomach nearly turned over at the mere mention of Ruby Lane. And then Martin turned everyone's attention to why it was so quiet.

"It's him," Ziggy said. Your heart fell to your feet. Him. Your father.

"You don't have to do this," Deena said.

But she did.

And Ziggy left.

You climbed over the counter, ignoring Sam's demonic grunts, and shortly thereafter everyone else started to follow.

Goode is evil.

You saw your father. He was approaching Ziggy, and you watched. You watched as she Carrie'd him. You watched everyone else quickly release the Shadyside killers.

Before you could overthink nearly everything, you released Skull Mask.

But your father had a tight grip on Ziggy, and he was shouting. It was inevitable that he'd get stabbed by Skull Mask.

He was still shouting as Deena and Josh watched in horror at the milkman's grasp on Ziggy. But you couldn't take your eyes off of Skull Mask about to kill your father. You couldn't stand to watch it, and instead

Before you knew it, you had a knife in your hands. You were cutting a thick line across one of them. Blood flowed from the wound, and the killers immediately turned their attention over to you.

Deena yelled, "Go! Go! We got them!"

You left, running to the room where your father ran to, hoping that they really could handle them. You heard a thud and Martin yell, and you hope that meant something good.

Before leaving, you watched as the three of them closed themselves off inside a store and Ziggy throw her shirt on the floor.

You left.

The red emergency light buzzed loudly, and you could only hear that and your panting.

You walked forward, stomach churning from the blood on the floor, and how the room reminded you of the church from Sarah Fier's lifetime...

And you knew. You knew it was the entrance and where your father was whilst standing right atop it. You slid inside the cave.

You yelled, "Goode!"

It was dark and musty. You turned on your headlamp. Everywhere you went, there was the essence of Sarah Fier.

You thought you heard something from behind in the darkness, but you guessed it was your mind playing tricks on you. You traveled on.

You yelled, "Nick!"

You heard him yell back, "It's me, your father." A chill went down your spine. Resist.

Simon's saying rang in your ears. Resist. One word that meant so much.

You heard an ungodly growl, and next thing you know, Sam was coming at you.

"Sam!" You grunted, fighting her back with all your power, but she overpowered you. She had her hands around your neck. "Stop! Stop!" You repeated, gasping for air.

"Sam! Please! For Deena!"

You threw her away from you before she could attack you again. You coughed and gasped for air. The mass of goo and beating organs was starting to disgust you. You ignored the flies buzzing around it and tried to crawl on, but something stopped you.

Two neat and tidy black shoes.

You looked up. It was your father.

He had a knife raised in his hand and looked ready to stab you.

"You wouldn't do it," you responded, coughing.

"It's for your own good."

You fought him with your remaining willpower, "No! No!" You kicked and screamed and fought as hard as you could.

"Stop fighting," he continued, "it's for the greater good."

"No!"

And you pushed him away into the mass of goo and beating organs.

He was being haunted. Haunted by the curse he carried on willfully. Haunted by Sarah Fier. The truth shall be your curse.

And you did it: you killed your father.

You ended the Shadyside curse. You killed him. All of your anger was channeled into stabbing him. Now you didn't know how to feel. Relieved? Hopeful? Happy?

Sam was back to normal and already scrambling to find Deena.

And you. You were alone.

It was all bittersweet in the end.

You thought it would be a sweet release, but it'd only be sweet if Simon were here. Deep down you knew that. But he also wouldn't want you to dwell on 'pitiful' feelings. He'd just put it in simpler terms like, "Go and live life."

And so you did. Without him.