⚝LemmiLemura⚝

Lemmi, 20, she/them. I like a lot of things, so don't judge what I like ~Requests closed~

[lemmilemura]

Grouping them together for convenience

BOOK SIMON

~Headcanons~

Dating headcanons

Finding out

SHOW SIMON

~Headcanons~

His money

Streamer S/O

Comfort

Cosplayer S/O

Kitty

Extrovert S/O

Smut Headcanons

Anniversary

Anime

Music

Snow

Love languages

Wealthy S/O

Parents' opinions

Christmas

Reassurance

Period

Injury

Sickness

Clingy

One of those days

Concert

SFW Alphabet (BEING REWORKED)

NSFW Alphabet (BEING REWORKED)

If I could

Athlete SO

Obsessive

Pyromaniac

Kisses

Yandere SO

Halloween

Surprise kisses

Valentine's Day 2024

~One Shots / Imagines~

Check

Sneaking in

Agent

C0D3

Flinch

I love you

Party

Lullaby

Off-script

Little Lucy

~Other~

Love Sucks (PLAYLIST)

Love Sucks (PART 1)

Love Sucks (PART 2)

Love Sucks (PART 3)

Camera roll

Social Media

~Smut Prompts~

#1 "Let me see those eyes"

#18 "Swallow"

~Kiss prompts~

#14 "Morning kisses to wake them up and night kisses to make them sleep"

~We're not friends.~

Masterlist

BOTH

Big puppy

Peaceful

Valentine's Day 2024

[lemmilemura]

We're not hanging out

~MASTERLIST~

Part 4

Alright. You hated admitting it, but, after spending some time with him, it turns out he wasn’t. all. that. bad. This, coupled with the fact he was… attractive… made you actually sort of happy he was your neighbor. Yet, even with all of this, you were still not friends. You both agreed you would never be friends. No matter how much you hung out, no matter how much fun you had, you weren’t friends. 

You met his friends, Janae and Maeve, who were pretty cool. They were, of course, kind of confused at your situation, but decided not to question it. You all hung out pretty much everyday, mostly at yours or Simon’s, since you had the nicest houses, they were literally right next to each other and your parents didn’t care what you did most of the time. 

Which is why you decided to host a sleepover at your house, just the 4 of you. Your parents only briefly heard of it, not really caring. They would be gone on business anyway, so why bother. The day was spent lounging at the pool, eating snacks and playing games, both outside and inside. You played volleyball in your pool, to the best of your abilities. 2 v 2, switching partners every 3 rounds. First it was you and Maeve, where Simon and Janae won simply because they were taller. Then you and Janae, where you won, though it was very close.

The last round was you and Simon versus Janae and Maeve… which you ended up losing because you kept bickering, pushing each other out of the way and generally not really paying attention. Great job guys. “It’s not fair, he takes up 80% of our space!” you complained. “Yeah, and they’re so short I can barely see them.” Maeve was shaking her head, and Janae looked like she was a soon to be alcoholic dad who was just done™. 

“Alright, that’s it. No more water for you. Out. Now.” She pointed to the patio and put her other hand on her hip. "Oh come on!” You splashed for a bit, then got out when she didn’t let up. “It’s starting to get a little dark anyway. Let’s head inside.” Maeve suggested. You all packed everything up, brought the net back into the shed and headed inside. You decided to eat dinner, then play more games. Some classics like Mario Party and Mario Kart, as well as The Game of Life and Use Your Words. 

Even though he had the most money out of all of you, Simon lost The Game of Life. Badly. He focused more on the extra attributes that he kept running out of money and needing to take out loans. Another funny thing was that all of you chose to marry a pink peg, which you joked was the same person. Maeve ended up winning, with you in second and Janae in third place. Simon just sat on the couch like an angry toddler who didn’t get his way. 

For Mario Party you stuck with your main, Bowser, Simon the memelord chose Waluigi which shocked nobody, Maeve took Pauline and Janae chose Shy Guy. “Time to lock the fuck in. We’re doin’ pro rules. Whoever loses pays for pizza.” You announced. “What? I’ve never even played this version before! Can’t we do like a practice?” Janae complained between bites of chips. “Where’s the fun in that? Life itself is played with pro rules and I’ve never heard you complain about it!” Simon said as if he was some motivational Tumblr post from 2012. “You fucker I literally complained about life TODAY.” She threw a chip at him, it bounced off his forehead and landed in his lap. “FUCK Stop that could’ve landed in my eye!” He threw it back to her.

“Children, children! If you’re gonna complain atleast focus!” You grab the tops of their heads and force them to turn to the TV. “It’s only 12 rounds, with just 1 bonus star, we’ll be told which at the start. We all choose one item for free to start with, certain spaces do certain specific things, shop items are limited, bla bla stars, Boo’s still a bitch who’ll still do anything for money which is relatable as hell, no hidden blocks, minigame votes that actually mean nothing it’s still all RNG, duels can now wager stars. Any questions?” You explained quickly as you flicked through the screens. Silence… “Yeah I wasn't paying attention whatsoever, can you repeat yourself?” “For fucks sake”.

The final standings were in: You all tied with 8 Stars. Janae managed to snag the bonus Slow star with her rolls which, according to all of you “Sucked major ass” and thus won with 9 stars! “Fuck yeah! I didn’t even know how this shit worked half an hour ago!” Yes, it took you almost an hour to play ONE 12 round game of Mario Party. That was because you and Simon kept antagonizing each other, which required both of you to do way too much planning to pull off. Almost all of your stars were stolen back and forth from the other. When it came to coins the standings became Janae, Simon (which you heavily suspected to be cheating, it was his copy of the game afterall), Maeve and then you in last place. “Boo can kick rocks with open toed shoes.” “Boo doesn’t have feet” “Yeah cuz I chopped ‘em off!” Lovely times y’all are havin’.

You got up from the couch to get your phone which you left charging in the kitchen, looking back at the others as you looked up a pizza place nearby. Your friends. Well, two of ‘em. The other was your neighbor. Your neighbor who leaned his head back, looked at you, and winked. It took all your willpower not to throw your phone, or a knife from the knifeblock within reach, at his face.

~Author's Note~ Soooooooooooo been a whiiiiiiiiiile. Sorry 'bout that. Life's been lifing and tbh Simon's been kinda absent from my life for a while now. BUT! Thanks to a very nice reader! I have decided to drag this part out of the depths of my drafts! It was only life half finished 'til now. So thank you very much @ratatouillesass for giving me motivation xD I am warning y'all I don't know how much of IF I'll write more.

[lemmilemura]

Hello everyone, Lemmi here. It has been a very long time since I last posted here, and I apologize for that. This is going to be a longer post, so if you don’t care, that’s fine.

For those who may not know me, and those who forgot, my name Is LemmiLemura, or just Lemmi. I used to post fanfiction about Simon Kelleher from One Of Us Is Lying on this blog. I’ve taken breaks before, but none this long. 

What happened?

In February of last year I was part of a Discord server, which I will keep anonymous, as well as its members, for privacy reasons anc because I do not want to drag them into this. While in this group, I did and said things I’m not proud of. I was mean, talked behind people’s backs and was just a bad person. I feel genuinely bad for what I did and for how my time there ended. After this, I left the server for a time, then a few months later joined back. Once again, the situation went south, and I left again. I am so sorry to everyone in that server that was affected by me and my actions. At the time I didn’t realize what I was doing was bad, but now I do. This is not me seeking forgiveness or an invite back or for it to be forgotten, I merely want to apologize. Over the past year I oftentimes remembered my time there and how it ended, and have been reflecting on my actions. 

Where have I been? What’s changed?

After this situation I lost most of my interest in Simon and OOUIL, as well as just not doing great mentally. I also lost motivation/ideas for fanfiction writing. I also stopped using my Lemmi YouTube and Twitch accounts, since I found the switching back and forth annoying, and since I didn’t know how to realistically do it, pretending to be two different people, when I’d need to use the same accounts for some games. At some point I ended up changing said accounts, as well as my secondary discord account, from Lemmi to a new character, Ozzy L.R, a VTuber persona I created based on Oswald the Lucky Rabbit. And then I abandoned them again. Otherwise, I’m trying my best to stream more consistently on my main account, BBroken14. Last year, me and some friends tried to get into Minecraft Championship Rising, but we sadly didn’t make it. We’re going to attempt again this year, so cross your fingers!! I’ve also been, almost consistently, going to therapy, which has really been helping my mental state. I was also recently diagnosed with Autism & ADHD, or as I lovingly call it, “The Wombo Combo”. It explains a lot of parts of me and my life, but I am not using it as an excuse for what happened in the server. I’ve also been in an amazing relationship for a little over 6 months now, and it’s changed my life for the better. It’s been such a great change to my life and has been helping my mental health immensely. 

What now?

I’m honestly not sure. I will be continuing to focus on my BBroken14 identity and accounts, that’s for sure. For Lemmi, I’m still mostly unsure. I will be privating/archiving all of my posts though, to do some revisions on them. I’ll check for typos, do some QOL updates and general aesthetic changes. I wanna make the posts fit together more, at the moment they’re kind of all over the place. I’ll also do some work on my general blog look, colors, banners etc, and the Lemmi character. As for fanfiction, I’m really not sure what I’m going to do. I probably won’t be posting more frequently, I do still have quite a few drafts and requests left, which honestly kinda stress me out a little. The people who sent them have been waiting for over a year for them to be fulfilled, and I feel bad because most of them I haven’t even started. I’m going to at least try to fulfill them, but I can’t make any promises. I might try to post other character fanfictions if I manage to write some I’m happy with. 

And that’s it. I’m sorry for disappearing. If you managed to finish this, good job, I don’t expect a lot of people to. Well then, I’ll be seeing you all at some later time. 

Hope you all do well. 

-LemmiLemura

[lemmilemura]

We’re not late

Part 3

~MASTERLIST~

You were ready before either of your parents, waiting at the door for them to do their last finishing touches. “I feel like being late has more of an impact on their impression of us than a little water.” You swiped seamlessly on your phone, probably for the last time for a few hours, since your parents weren’t allowing you to take it with you. Something about manners or some shit. “Oh slow down. We’ve still got plenty of time. We’ve got 15 minutes, plus the walk is barely a minute.” said your mother. As always, she was the last to be done. 11 of those 15 minutes you still had were spent still waiting, 7 of them with your father. 

“Why do you get to take your phone with you but I don’t?” felt kinda hypocritical. “Because I need to be reachable if anything happens.” “So do I.” you try to defend yourself, to which your father chuckles. “Honey, you have a maximum of 5 contacts. Me and your mother are 2, your grandmother and grandfather are 2 more, and the last one is your aunt.” Touché, father. Touché. “Stop it, Chris“ your mother finally showed up. “There you are, Mary” You’re stood up now, setting your phone on the kitchen counter, plugged into the charger. “Yes, yes, I know.” 

You finally left the house approximately 2 minutes before you were supposed to be there. Your parents were always the type to cut it close. You walked a few feet over, past the fence between properties and along the driveway, up to their front door. You stood in a neat line, your father to the left, then your mother and then you.  As your father was closest to the doorbell, he was the one who rang it. It only took half a minute for the hallway light to turn on, the door to unlock and open. “Oh, hello. Please, come in.” Of course he had to be the one who opened the door. It got you a closer, better look at him. 

He was taller than you, dark hair bordering between black and dark brown. He looked at both of your parents as they stepped inside, then to you. He had a look in his eyes that screamed he was up to something, accompanied by a smirk. He closed the door behind you as you stepped in, then led you all to the dining room. Their house was much grander than yours, a set of curving stairs in the entryway, leading up. The dining room was in between the living room and kitchen, quarter walls separating them from one another.

“Welcome, welcome. Please, have a seat. Dinner will be ready in a moment.” Said the woman in the kitchen, his mother probably. Thing was, you had no idea who of the two parents was the mayor. The table had 8 chairs, 3 on the long sides and 1 on the short sides. Your father pulled out a chair for your mother, and the boy pulled one out for you. You looked at him with suspicion, but he only smiled. You didn’t trust that smile. Yet for the sake of politeness, you nodded as thanks and sat down. 

The dinner itself was fine, you found out his mom was the mayor, which was a welcome surprise. Your parents and his talked mostly amongst themselves, leaving you to stare down at your plate as you ate. The one time you did look up, you were faced with Simon, as you found out his name was. Of course he had sat in front of you. When you looked up, he was already looking at you. The unexpectedness of it, plus the question of how long he had been staring made you look back down at your plate and take a sip of your drink. You peeked back at him, seeing him once again smirk, as if he had planned it and was reeling in the fact he succeeded.

Dinner passed fast, a few more of those incidents happening once or twice. You were honestly barely paying attention to the conversation between the adults, until your mother nudged you. “You okay?” she asked, and you nodded. “Oh, you must be bored, huh? Why don’t you two go up to Simon’s room? I’m sure you’ll find something more entertaining to do than this boring conversation.” Never in your life did you think you’d want to punch the Mayor in the face. President and other authority maybe, but never the Mayor. Because now you had to go up to his room with him, otherwise this’d become awkward, plus your parents would force you to go either way.

So, very reluctantly, you got up and followed him. His room was up the stairs and down a short hallway. He opened the door for me, and the first thing you were greeted with was a step. Extremely weird, if you ask me. After almost tripping, barely noticing fast enough, you stepped into his room. It was kind of empty. He had his bed, a desk with a fancy pc setup, another step/platform thing with some instruments, and a shelf. You could see the window he was sitting at earlier that day, and on the floor you spotted a wet spot in the carpet. You couldn’t help but chuckle.

“Proud of yourself, huh?” he asked from behind you. You turned to face him. He was leaning on the door, arms crossed. “Matter of fact, I am.” you responded with a smirk of your own. “Mind telling me how I’ll explain the random stain to my mom?” You pretended to think for a second. “Could always tell her you pissed yourself.” His eyes went wide. “Oh my god, why didn’t I think of that?” he pretended to be shocked. “Because you’re a dumbass.” you said and sat down at the end of his bed. 

“I bet your friends love you” the sarcasm was palpable. He sat down across from you in his office chair. “They do, actually. Do yours?” you asked. “Oh shoot, wait, I forgot you don’t have any.” He shook his head. “You are unbelievable. But you’re not boring, I’ll give you that.” You bowed your head in courtesy, however much you could sitting down. “i know we have this whole rivalry going on, but…” he trailed off. You motioned for him to keep going. “You got a discord or something? If not, your number works too.” he said, winking at you.  “I don’t have my phone with me.” you were actually glad about it now. “Why?” “Parents wouldn’t let me.” “Well I have a pen and paper.” 

He spun his chair around, drumming his fingers on his desk as he looked for a sticky note of sorts. He started scribbling on it for a minute, clicking around on his computer a bit. When he was finished he turned back to you, stood up, walked to you and extended the sticky note to you. You took it, on it were various usernames and ways to contact him. “Don’t expect anything.” You then, through a spur of the moment decision, dropped the paper down your shirt. It was as if you were on autopilot, though you had never done that before. 

You caught him off guard, yourself too honestly, and his eyes widened. He inhaled, and you swore you heard a small “Okay”. This time it was you who smirked.

~Taglist~ @pine-ferret @awild-mustang @iamgayforyourmom1510 @kim-soup

[lemmilemura]

We’re not going to dinner

~MASTERLIST~

Part 2

After he shut his window and disappeared you finally went into your pool to retrieve the volleyball, now floating at one of the edges. You still had the feeling he was there, watching you, so you looked over your shoulder a few times. You were starting to get creeped out, but also excited for future shenanigans. You decided to head inside as the movers started slowly disappearing for the day and your mother was beginning to put things in their place.

You grabbed your laptop, bag and towel, but left the water gun outside for future use. You noticed that there were already a decent chunk of boxes and furniture set up, the garden door leading to the kitchen, where your mother was putting away the silverware and your dad the pots and pans. “Honey please don’t tell me you shot at the house next door.” Your dad said as you weaved in between him and your mother. You stopped for a second, wracking your brain for something to say. “Your honor, relevance?” you tried to imitate your father, he was a lawyer, so he had taught you a few things to say and do in case you found yourself in a courtroom. He chuckled.

“The accused was seen shooting their water gun at the house next door to their own, which just so happens to be the Mayor’s house. The court is asking for confirmation on this matter.” Shit. Your mother shook her head with a smile, she always did at your little discussions. “Uhm… My client was in a silly goofy mood?” You tried. Your father pretended to think for a while. “Not guilty, but we’re gonna be keeping a closer eye on you.” He patted you on the shoulder. “Phew. Thought I was for sure gonna end up in jail.” 

“Seriously honey, you can’t just be shooting at other people’s houses.” Your mother joined the conversation. “Tell that to the smug asshole who threw this full force at our pool just to annoy me. He started it.” You placed the ball on the counter, laying it atop your towel. “Well what did that ‘smug asshole’ look like, perchance?” she made air quotes with her hands. “Smug. Stupid. Asshole-ish.” You opened the fridge, but, unsurprisingly, were met with big fat nothing. You could feel your mothers unimpressed face on you.

“I dunno, mom, I barely looked. I think he had black hair? It was dark, that’s for sure. Think he’s my age. About…” you thought about the angle at which you were looking, then stretched your arm at an approximate height. “yay tall?” “Oh sweet Jesus” Your mother facepalmed. “What did I say?” Your father chuckled. “That was probably the Mayor’s kid, honey. Ya know, because that’s the Mayor's house.” he responded. No way was that jerk the Mayor’s son, no way José. “The one we’ll be having dinner with in about two hours, actually.” 

Okay now you were starting to panic. First, he was the Mayor’s kid. Second, you shot a water gun at the Mayor’s house. Third, you were going to have to be face to face with them for dinner. Fourth… you actually didn’t have a fourth yet, but you were sure you’d have one before the night was over. “Why didn’t you come and tell me?” You asked, suddenly hyper aware that you went in the pool and would now have to make yourself look presentable with the little products you had. “Because we still have two hours and you were going to come inside eventually.” 

You spent one of those two hours trying to get the smell of chlorine out of your hair, even though you were barely in the pool it clung to you as if you’d spent a year in it. After you were successfully de-chlorined you started looking for a, you assumed, formal outfit to wear. “Ma! What kind of dinner is this?” You yelled down to your mother. “Just a dinner, honey.” You rolled your eyes. “A dinner with the Mayor! How do you dress for that?” leave it to your mother to completely miss the point of a question. “Dress like when we go to a restaurant.” “Last one we went to was Chuck E Cheese, ma.” “Please do not wear that t-shirt again, it has sauce all over it.” Your mom came to your room to help you pick out something good enough.

~Taglist~

@pine-ferret @awild-mustang @iamgayforyourmom1510 @kim-soup

[lemmilemura]

We’re not neighbors

~MASTERLIST~

Part 1

You and your parents just moved into the neighborhood into a freshly built house, your parents built it themselves, which just so happened to be next to the Mayor, you found out, but had no idea what side. Day 1 was truly more like day 0, since all your furniture was still being delivered, you barely had a mattress, pillows and a blanket to sleep with, the rest was either still at your old place or on its way here. You had only packed one bag of clothes, toiletries, your laptop and your swimwear, since you would finally have a pool, which you would be able to use immediately.

And that’s what you were doing, laying by the pool on the one pool lounge chair you personally dragged outside, eyes closed behind your sunglasses trying to relax after the long journey here and the stress of moving. Inside your parents coordinated with seemingly every person on the planet; the moving company, their friends, their jobs, your school, even some of the neighbors had already come by, not the Mayor yet, your parents would have come to get you if that happened. 

You had your laptop, safely under your lounge chair to shield it from the sun, playing music loud enough for you to hear but not others. You swore you could have fallen asleep, that’s how comfortable and tired you were, when someone or something hit your pool with such speed and force that it splashed so high that it reached you, the cold water waking you up abruptly and instantly. You sat up and looked in the pool, seeing a medium sized ball, probably volleyball, floating around the middle of it. 

“Ah, so you are alive.” you heard from somewhere above you, but it wasn’t a voice you recognized, so it didn’t come from your house. You spun around, probably looking like a fool, before spotting the person. It was a guy, approximately your age, leaning out of a window which was probably in his bedroom. He had his arms crossed and was leaning on them, a shit eating grin on his face. ‘Oh great. My neighbor is a creep.’ you thought. “Why the fuck did you do that?” you wish you could retaliate, but your throwing and aiming skills weren’t the best, and you had a feeling you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of that guy. 

“To prevent you getting heat stroke and dying. You’re welcome.” he stated as if it was fact. “Well I’m obviously fine, asshole” you wanted to go in the water to get the ball out, but didn’t want this guy to watch you do it. “Yeah, ‘cuz I saved you.” he smirked. Oh how badly you wanted to knock that smirk off of his stupid face. You just rolled your eyes and made your way back to your lounge. “So…” he started. “So?” you raised a brow. “Who are you?” you let out a sigh. “Obviously I’m Santa Claus, can’t you see?” you mumbled, moreso to yourself. “Fuck you asking for?” You yelled back, an idea suddenly popping into your head. You didn’t turn to face him, reached down under your lounge into your bag and fished out something you didn’t think you’d get to use this soon.

“‘m asking for myself. I am your neighbor after all, isn’t it normal for neighbors to know eachothers names?” the sass and smirk were audible in his voice, you hated it already. You walked back to your pool, careful to conceal your weapon so he wouldn’t see. You dipped it underwater and waited for the bubbles to stop. Very luckily for you, when you looked up at him, he was turned away from you, reaching to grab something. As quickly as you could, you aimed right for the back of his head and pulled the trigger. A strong jet of water flew from your gun, high up to his window, hitting him perfectly. He yelped pathetically, flailed for a bit then fell off the chair he was sitting on. You spun your gun like in movies, then blew against the end and held it against your side.

“Even?” You asked, trying not to laugh. From your angle you could only see the top half of him as he stood up, using the windowsill for support. His hair was pretty wet, sticking to his face, even a bit at the front. His shirt, on the other hand, was absolutely drenched. He looked like a wet cat. He shook his limbs and head for a bit, then his head snapped to you, and with an absolute look of murder in his eyes he replied. “Oh you are so fucking on.”

Maybe he wouldn’t be that bad of a neighbor.

~Taglist~ @pine-ferret @awild-mustang

[lemmilemura]

We’re not friends.

~MASTERLIST~ Parts will be posted when they’re finished. I don’t yet know how many parts there will be.

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><> You were at eachothers throats from the day you first met, when you first moved right next to him. It was almost a year ago that you first saw his smug face and witnessed his god-complex and were subjected to that stupid smirk of his. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

We're not neighbors

We're not going to dinner

We're not late

We're not hanging out

[lemmilemura]

Alright so I've had this idea for like over a month but only now am writing it!!! Somehow the Simon well hasn't completely dried out yet :D Also I know nothing about the american school system, so I'm either 1. assuming or 2. basing it off answers american friends have given

Based on the show All kept gender neutral but reader has a female reproductive system

Life started going by so fast. Your last week of classes, prom, graduation, and before you knew it, it was the last night you had with your boyfriend before he was leaving for college. You and the rest of your friendgroup was staying behind on Bayview for atleast another year, he was the only one leaving. Of course he was going far away, even with a timezone adjustment.

Neither of you could fall asleep, laying there in his now emptier bedroom. It was already close to 2am, but you were still awake. So much was going to change. Your entire daily lives. You spent almost every moment together, and now, he would be thousands of miles away.

"I can't believe I'm about to say this..." Simon suddenly started after you've both been silent for over an hour. "But I think I'm really gonna miss those two crazy lesbians." You chuckles. Maeve and Janae were both already a little off the rocker alone, but together they were fully unhinged. It was entertaining seeing their evolution, their awkward phases. You and Simon sort of felt like proud parents. You couldn't imagine how sad he must be to have to leave you all behind.

"I'm sure they're gonna miss you too." You wanted to reassure him the best you could, looking up at him and smiling. He smiled back. "You know what I'm gonna miss most?" He asked. You tilted your head. "You....r moms food oh my god it's good! Better than any restaurant I've ever been at that's for sure."

This jerk. This loveable, ridiculous jerk.

"C'mon Si! You're such a jerk." You jokingly swatted his arm and he started laughing. "I'm kidding sweetheart, I'm kidding. Of course I'm going to miss you the most..." he eached out and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. "Don't know how I'll make it without you for a year."

And truth be told, that was the last time you saw him for an antire year. All 4 of you knew this, but none of you were ready. Sure he was only one of 4 people, but him being gone still changed so much about the friendgroup. Noone to make mean sarcastic comments, noone to be a sugar daddy... noone to tell you were having his baby.

You had all mutually decided to, atleast for the first year, have as little contact as necessary. It really was a random decision. One of a couple scribbled ideas on a piece of paper thrown into a hat and pulled from. Why you actually went with it you didn't know. You could have had daily facetimes, you could have had monthly game nights, but no. All 4 of you agreed to no contact. If only you'd known.

It was about 2 or 3 weeks after he left that you started feeling weird, sick, tired. One doctors appointment later and there you found yourself, pregnant and the father gone for atleast a year. You knew this was crazy, life altering. Yet you didn't tell him, even with Janae and Maeve saying you should. "He probably has so much going on! I don't want to throw a wrench into his plans..." you said. "It's not a wrench, it's a baby! His baby!"

You weren't fully sure why you kept it. It would have been way easier if you hadn't. Afterall, you still had your entire life ahead of you. You never imagined having a kid this young, if at all. You think it might have been the dream you had. The dream where you were in a house, a beautiful one, during a summer golden hour. You could see the sun coming in through the windows, you could hear the birds and laughter outside.

And outside, in the perfect house's perfect garden, was Simon, and a child. Your child. The child you just found out you were having. The sight was one that made you happy. So, so happy. You spent the next hour after waking up crying. Because it wasn't real? Because it could be? You didn't know, and you still don't.

So you kept it. You went through all of those months, right until the end. You had Janae and Maeve by your side, and even before it was born they were already amazing aunts, they bought it toys and clothes and even that one "Get the fuck to sleep" book. Without them, you probably wouldn't have made it. That can be said about a lot of things and situations. They were your lifeline, your anchor.

You'll never forget the moment you first saw her, your daughter. After hours and hours of pain and agony she was there. The moment you held her and saw her tiny, wrinkled face, you were sold. She was, in almost every way, a carbon copy of her father. It almost scared you. Not that you considered it, but it was then that you knew you were never giving her up to anyone. It was impossible. Your little Lucy.

Maeve and Janae basically lived with you, they helped you take care of Lucy so you weren't alone. Maeve got the hang of it a little faster than Janae but can you blame her? The amount of babies she's interacted with in her lifetime is 1, that 1 being Lucy.

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It's a warm, summer day when Simon finally returns home. A year since he last saw his friends, his family. He dropped his things off at home in a matter of minutes and then went straight to your house. He couldn't wait to see you again, to hug you and to tell you how much he missed you. He wondered if you'd changed, and if how so? Did you change your appearance? Your lifestyle? Did you move on and find someone new?

He had started speed walking, almost jogging, before he realized it. He just couldn't wait anymore. He ran up the steps of your porch and rang the doorbell, waiting for it to open. Through the glass he could see Maeve, still the same as ever. She was the one who opened the door for him. "Wait, Simon? What are you doing here?" She pretty much jumped at him with glee. "Well, I wanted to come visit my 3 favorite girls." "Never ever say that again." Maeve threatened, and Simon put his hands up in defense. "J! It's Si! Can you go get (Y/N)?" Maeve yelled in the direction of the livingroom, from which came a "Roger roger", followed by Janae walking up the stairs, cradling something in her arms.

"So how's college?" Maeve asked to make some small talk. She cared, she really did, but she more so wanted to make time go by faster for him to see you, and to see Lucy. "C'mon, it's easy. Fuh-ck." Janae said from the stairs. He heard your laugh, that laugh he had been missing for an agonizing year. He turned and saw you, as beautiful/handsome/appealing as the day he last saw you. "Janae if you actually manage to make her first word fuck I'll give you 50 bucks."

He now saw the small thing clearly. A baby? Why was there a baby in your house? Surely you were just babysitting, right? Yea, totally. You didn't move on, you're just babysitting. Simon hardly had the time to fall into a spiral of thoughts before you pretty much launched yourself at him. He managed to steady himself so you two didn't fall over from the force. You stood there in each others arms for a while. "God I missed you, so, so much." You whispered. "Missed you too, sweetheart" he responded.

When you pulled away you just looked at each other, taking in your features. Your eyes quickly shot over to Janae, now sitting down, but still holding Lucy. Simon noticed. You noticed that he noticed. Now was the moment. Nowhere to run, nowhere to hide. Time to face the past year head-on. Maeve and Janae got the memo and gave Lucy back to you, leaving the two of you alone.

You sat down and didn't say anything for a while. You didn't know where to start. "Who are you babysitting for?" he asked. Good, you didn't have to start. But how to respond? "Oh I'm... I'm not babysitting..." you trailed off. He raised an eyebrow. "This..." you started, slightly turning her around so he could see her better. "is Lucy. She's... my daughter."

That moment destroyed him. You did move on, and not only did you move on, you had a child with them as well. He was crushed. There went the one good thing he had. Goodbye future with you, goodbye happiness. He felt like everything was starting to blur and slip away, until you took his hand and looked at him. He looked at you. "She's... our daughter."

He had to do a mental double-take. Him? A father? There was no way that would go well. "Ours? When... when did this happen?" He kept looking from her to you and back again. "The night before you left, I guess. I was shocked, too."

"Why didn't you tell me... that I'm..." "A dad? I just... didn't want to tear you away from college, I guess. I mean, you're finally out of Bayview and you're immediately called back?" You explained. "Sweetheart this is different! You really should have told me!" "Oh, come on, you have your whole life in front of you, Simon! I wasn't going anywhere anyway." You tried to explain. "No, no, you really should have told me! I..." he stopped for a bit and took a breath, the look in his face changing, becoming somewhat softer. "I missed so much..."

"I wasn't here to help you. I missed her birth I..." He took another breath and wiped tears you didn't even realize were in his eyes. He grabbed your hand. "I'm a dad. You're a mom/dad/parent. We're parents. We have a daughter. I have missed way more than I ever should have. I don't care how you interject, I am switching to online classes and I'm moving back here."

"Simon-" he cut you off. "I'm serious, (Y/N). I'm not going anywhere. I don't care about college. I care about you. I care about our family." That made the wall break, the tears you had been holding back breaking free as you started crying. He pulled you in for a hug and you swore you could hear him sniffling too. "We're gonna do this. We've got each other, and Maeve and Janae."

"IIf she does actually teach her fuck as her first word I'll also give her 50 bucks." He joked. You pulled away and he looked at little Lucy in your arms. "Can I hold her?" "Of course" Anyone could tell he wasn't used to handling infants, but he'd be damned if he wasn't prepared to do his best.

You watched as he held her, looking over her with love in his eyes. "Hey Lucy. It's me, your dad. I know I missed a lot, but I'm not going anywhere anymore." You laid your head on his shoulder. "We really have a Lucy now..." "We do indeed" you responded.

Any time the two of you played a game where you could have children, be it Sims, Minecraft comes alive or otherwise, the fist one was always, even if you had to cheat, a little girl named Lucy. Neither of you knew exactly why Lucy, but it stuck. And now here she was.

Your little Lucy.

ALRIGHT HERE YOU ARE I HOPE THIS WAS GOOD this ended up at 1927 words which is really great, I'm so happy that I'm still managing to write stuff!! SIMIN IS A GIRL DAD AND NOONE CAN MAKE ME THINK OTHERWISE THANK YOU AND GOODNIGHT

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[lemmilemura]

i actually NEED and REQUIRE a reader that is self aware that they’re in a show and is only there for simon because they’re in love with him (i’m also thinking of some obsessive vibes, not like full on yandere but just obsessed)

PINE MY SAVIOUR THIS ACTUALLY MADE ME WRITE FOR THE FIRST TIME IN LIKE MONTHS <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 Little warning there is violence... If I had to say how bad..... maybe Wayne level? all directed at Jake btw Yeah this went so far off the rails :D

y'all know the drill Based on the show All kept gender-neutral

You were just a character in a show. You knew that. Your life was just entertainment. You weren't even one of the important ones, just an extra off to the side, barely any lines. If you looked up into the sky, the clouds formed almost a screen, some days even a face. The face of the person watching you.

You saw the world stand still when they paused the show, time rewinding and speeding when they went ahead or back. You knew you were in a show. You knew that nobody else did. You saw that door that followed you everywhere. That studio door with big, red EXIT text. You knew you could leave.

But you didn't want to. After all, you had everything you needed. You never really had to eat or sleep or even use the bathroom. You knew exactly how it all went, because it did so over and over and over. You knew your cues, you knew what everyone would say and when.

Then again, there were of course bad parts. The constant repetition of events and days, the never changing people and conversations... The continuously reoccuring death of the guy you were in love with. You loved him, even though you weren't supposed to. You read it in the script- which appeared one morning on your nightstand- nowhere was even a single mention of your feelings for him. Yet they still existed.

You didn't know when they appeared, you just noticed they did one day. There was no explanation either. Maybe it was because he looked good, which he did. Maybe it was because of the way he behaved, so different from all the other guys. Maybe it was something more, maybe it was everything.

You saw it every time. You had to, it was in the script, the law almost. Every restart you find yourself in the library at the same time as their detention, every restart you see the school being egged, the teacher leaving, and him dying. You on the upper floor, putting books away as part of your volunteer librarian position. You could recite it all word for word, you knew the timing perfectly. When the first egg hits the window, when Ms.avery leaves and when he takes a drink and when he collapses and when it's too late.

You started hating your time-loop. You started hating your show. Why were you cursed to know? To be aware? To relive this all over and over. You knew who was behind it. You knew why and how. You could stop it, you were convinced. If you told him not to do it, if you changed one single thing. You weren't supposed to. You didn't know what would happen if you did. Anything could. That, was infinitely scarier than the loop itself. You tried so hard to stay out of it, to fulfil your role until the end. When would that be? You had no idea. Maybe there was no end. Maybe this was purgatory. Eternal damnation and suffering for whatever sins you may have previously committed.

You had started counting the reruns once, but you gave up after 5. You felt as if that was over a century ago. Truly, you were slowly going mad. You just wanted it to end, to finally be able to do what you wanted to do. You wanted change. After countless nights awake you decided.

So you stepped out of line. You went off-script.

The next restart you followed along, until a few minutes before the end of classes, a few minutes until they were supposed to meet to start their dare. Such a stupid thing to die for. A dare. He seemed so much smarter than to ever fall for that. But maybe your version of him was just better in that sense. You waited outside his class. How they let you in this morning is beyond you. How they didn't notice the baseball bat was hilarious, if not a little pathetic. Worrying even.

Your own teacher didn't even notice you leave class early, neither did anyone else. It's as if you weren't even there. But the watcher noticed. They rewind. Let it play. Pause. Rewind again. Pause. They're looking at you, you know it. You could see the camera behind you reflected in the glass of the classroom window. First change.

When the bell finally rang you could see him inside, packing up and genuinely being douchey as always. You felt as if you would hate him regardless of murder. He was just the kind of guy everyone hated, except the other characters around him.

When he finally started his way to the door, you got ready. Bat laying over your shoulder, foot tapping the floor. You were impatient, insanely so. You just wanted to see what would happen. Sure you could always have just gone through the door, but now you wanted to go out and make a change. Go out with a bang, as they say.

You line up. He exits. You swing. He stood no chance. Crashing against the wall through the force of the bat, you could hear a crunch, a grump, and a thump as he fell to the floor. Good, it only took one hit. Not to say you weren't ready to dish out as many as needed to get the job done.

Everything paused. You got to revel in the looks of your peers, their shocked faces and phones out, the ones caught mid scream, the ones that are somehow already crying. You turned around to face the camera and bowed, a thank you to the watcher for allowing you this moment and watching.

They rewinded it countless times. You got to relive it countless times. Every time you swung a little differently. Once aiming for his chest, once his crotch, so on and so forth.

You were lost, truly. Maybe you had gone mad. Surely you weren't supposed to enjoy this. Surely.

Suddenly, the repetition stopped, everyone once again frozen, and you finally stopped to catch your breath. Turns out swinging a baseball bat full force 10 times over is quite the feat. When you turned to the camera, you didn't see it. Even after spinning for a bit you still didn't. Everything went a little dark. You heard footsteps. Someone else's footsteps.

You turned and saw...

"You're really gonna keep doing that forever?"

He was stood at the end of the hallway, and it made you realize everyone besides you, him and Jake's body were gone.

"I mean" you managed between pants "I've kept this all up for so long. At least this is something different."

He stepped closer, until he was on the other side of you. He looked the body over. "You really did a number on 'em."

"Good as I could. Aiming with this thing is surprisingly difficult." You spun the bat around in your hand before resting it on your shoulder again.

"You know what's gonna happen now?" he asked. You just shook your head. You truly didn't know.

"I've got no clue. Hope it's interesting atleast." You sat against the wall, laying the bat on the floor.

"You're surprisingly calm right now. You're not freaked out?" He sat down too, both of you waiting for whatever would happen next.

"We're literally only characters in a show. You being self aware is nothing compared to that." Through your mania it hadn't even truly set in. "Now that you mention it though, how'd it happen?"

"I think it's because I'm one of the narrators. Or maybe because I died." You were neither of those, so your hopes of finding out why you were self aware died. "Jake died too and he's still a dumbass." you replied, making him chuckle.

"Guess he's just too stupid." "Maybe..."

You sat in silence for a while, small amounts of dread starting to settle in. You truly were scared of the consequences, yet in the moment you couldn't stop.

"I made you self aware, by the way." He admitted. "Being the only one was starting to get lonely."

Maybe that was why you liked him. Why you 'saved' him. Why you just beat Jake to death multiple times.

"I did think you'd step out of line sooner."

"Yeah sorry... I was just scared of what would happen. Still am."

"Me too."

And as the world around you faded more and more, turning into darkness, you sat there thinking of it all. The years of the same loop. The repeating conversations and days. Your entire life.

You regretted going off-script.

Once again thank you so much pine for the idea!!! I just wrote 1431 words IN ONE SITTING. WHAT THE FUCK. I hope you all enjoyed this, it definitely went so far off the rails xD

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[lemmilemura]

Welcome to this years Valentines Day post! (if I don't post smth else tmrw (it's 1am it's technically still today) that I get the idea for) The idea is simple: the TikTok trend of screaming loving things in an angry voice and different language at your S/O! And since I want to, it'll be in Italian, with not 1! 2 CHARACTERSSS That's right, both Show Simon, as well as Wayne are getting one! :D Without further ado, here's Show!Simon!

All kept gender-neutral

You had invited Simon along to your annual family get-together, as per your parents request, because your family that lived away wanted to meet him

Thing is, your extended family is from Italy, mom's side specifically, and the older the relatives get, the less English they understand. Most of them only know Italian.

Simon, however, does not.

He knows the very basics, like hello, thank you, goodbye, but it's infinitely harder when your relatives speak as fast as Auctioners.

So you act as the main translator for the day. Not that you mind, of course, you knew this was gonna happen

What you didn't expect, was one of your cousins to come up to you while you're with your mom, grandma and aunt and tells you you have to try something right now

They then show you a video of someone screaming very loving things in an angry voice at their partners. You immediately know what they mean, and everyone in the room supports you.

You decide to do it, going out into the livingroom where he's currently playing MarioKart with some of your younger cousins, one of which just hit him with a red shell

"Simon!" you yell. He almost drops his controller, you never shout at him. He turns to look at you. "Yes?"

"Sai quanto sei bella oggi?" ("Do you know how good you look today?")

Queue 😶

"What?"

"In qualche modo riesci ad avere un aspetto migliore ogni volta che ti vedo!" ("You somehow manage to look better every time I see you!")

Your family is now also paying attention, your cousin has to cover their mouth to not laugh

Your dad's side, however, is almost as confused as Simon is

"Sweetheart I have no idea what you're saying." He tries to keep his attention on both you and the game, not wanting to lose but also not wanting to make you angrier

"Mio Dio, non sai quanto mi sento fortunato ad averti!" ("My god you don't know how lucky I feel to have you")

You can hear your grandmother starting to laugh from her chair

"Did I do something?" Simon looks around at your family, who are all trying not to laugh, some feeling bad for him

"Non riescono letteralmente a smettere di parlare di te, sta diventando piuttosto fastidioso." (They literally cannot stop talking about you, it's getting kind of annoying.) Your aunt then says

His look says 'shit now two of them'

It's when he looks like he's about to break that you stop, hugging him and kissing his cheek "You're fine, honey, Just a prank. You really ought to learn sometime"

"Già, forse potresti insegnargli qualcosa stasera a letto" your cousin jokes, before being hit over the head by your aunt "Stai zitto!" ("Shut up!")

The last one you can go figure out yourselves ;) Happy Valentine's Day everyone ❤️

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[lemmilemura]

Welcome to this years Valentines Day posts! (if I don't post smth else tmrw (it's 1am it's technically still today) that I get the idea for) The idea is simple: the TikTok trend of screaming loving things in an angry voice and different language at your S/O! And since I want to, it'll be in Italian, with not 1! BUT 2 CHARACTERSSS That's right, both Show Simon, as well as Wayne are getting one! :D Without further ado, here's Wayne!

All kept gender-neutral

You had invited Wayne along to your annual family get-together, as per your parents request, because your family that lived away wanted to meet him

Thing is, your extended family is from Italy, mom's side specifically, and the older the relatives get, the less English they understand. Most of them only know Italian.

Wayne, however, does not.

You've taught him the very basics, like hello, thank you, goodbye, but it's infinitely harder when your relatives speak as fast as Auctioners.

So you act as the main translator for the day. Not that you mind, of course, you knew this was gonna happen

What you didn't expect, was one of your cousins to come up to you while you're with your mom, grandma and aunt and tells you you have to try something right now

They then show you a video of someone screaming very loving things in an angry voice at their partners. You immediately know what they mean, and everyone in the room supports you.

You decide to do it away from your family, though, since you don't want to make him uncomfortable, so you wait until most of them are gone and you're both sitting outside on a bench together, cuddled up

"È solo che ti amo così tanto!" ("I just love you so much!") You say, not too loud but still with an 'angry' tone

Wayne gets a little tense, and you feel a little bad

"Mi rendi così felice che è incredibile." ("You make me so happy it's unbelievable") you say, calmer this time. He's less tense, but still just as confused. But his face is too cute to stop

"Did I do something?" he asks

"Sei così carino, ecco cosa stai facendo!" ("You're looking this cute that's what you're doing!") you put your hands on his cheeks and smush them a little

"Dio, voglio solo baciarti tutto il tempo" ("God, I just want to kiss you all the time") and you do, which he accpets but it still confuses him

"Sei semplicemente troppo carino! Non voglio mai lasciarti andare!" ("You're just too cute! I don't ever want to let you go!")

He takes your hands off his cheeks and takes a breath, then very shakily and usure says "Ti.... amo... tanto....? Is that right?" ("I love you a lot")

You almost die of cuteness right there

"Oh my god that's adorable! Ti amo di più Tesoro!" ("I love you more, honey!") you throw your arms around him

He smiles and blushes "Your mom taught me that."

He then reaches into his pocket. "Your cousin told me to tell you this, but I don't think I can. What does it say?" he hands you a piece of paper

'Tell her: dovresti insegnarmi di più stasera ;)'

You don't have the heart to tell him what it means

The last one you can look up yourself ;) Happy Valentine's Day everyone ❤️

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[lemmilemura]

Yooo did I just write for someone who isn't Simon :000000 Yes I did. This is inspired by this specific image, but doesn't necessarily play during this moment. I might make this a regular thing but I can't promise anything!

All kept gender-neutral

Your eyes scan across his face, over the cuts and bruises that are slowly beginning to heal, the black eye that’s starting to disappear, barely visible in the darkness of the room. Some of his hair is falling into his face, and you debate moving it away, but decide against it, not wanting to wake him up. It’s the first night in a while that he’s actually getting proper sleep, and you’d hate yourself if you messed it up. He deserves a break for once, some peace and quiet. You watch as his chest rises and falls slowly, if you concentrate enough you can even hear his breath. It’s a quiet, peaceful moment, something that’s sadly grown foreign ever since the start of you spending time with him. 

One of his arms is outstretched a little, and you subconsciously reach for his hand, but catch yourself just in time. It’s not that you don’t want to get closer, you just don’t want to disturb him is all. You decide that it’ll be much easier if you turn around, facing away from him, and it is, for a few minutes at least, because soon after you’ve turned around you can feel him move behind you, then he slings one of his arms over you, the other going beneath you, caging you against him as his head rests at the back of your neck. You can feel his breathing, the rhythm still the same, signaling that he’s not awake. Your heart is racing and you don’t know what to do. You take a deep breath and try to force yourself to relax, which proves to be easier than anticipated, because not long after you’re already drifting off yourself.

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[lemmilemura]

All kept gender-neutral

Based on the show

Now we all know I like to spread the word that Simon is actually quite affectionate in private

And the fact that he will sneak in a kiss basically every 5 minutes, and even though you're used to it, he does sometimes surprise you because you're either focused on something else or you just don't expect it

But now, what if we swap the roles?

What if, one day, YOU decide to surprise kiss him?

No matter where you are it will catch him by surprise, and he will blush and smile, but there are some differences depending on where you are

If you're at home, oh he's kissing you right back, and it mostly ends in a make-out session (or more some days)

When you're with Janae and Maeve he will also kiss you back, but it won't go any further, one time it did sort of and Janae felt like she was gonna vomit (her words not mine)

At school, I feel like it'll affect him the most. Like, he'll get even more flushed and just get cute and mushy.

Ok this wasn't great but it's something. I'm lowkey in burnout and I hate it

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[lemmilemura]

LoveSucks part 3!!!!!! ARE YOU READY??????? I SAID ARE YOU READYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY?

Based on the show All kept gender-neutral, 'girly' used once or twice

You hadn't gone to school for a few days, but you also had a week off, so you didn't think it was that bad.You didn't really talk to Janae, Maeve or Simon either, even though you knew that was stupid and you really wanted to talk, but you knew you'd just break down the second you say a word.

You never told your parents. Why would you? They wouldn't even really care anyway. Whenever anyone would come to your place, you'd just ignore the doorbell and pretend you were sleeping, even if you were right behind the door, passing by. You knew it wasn't good for you, but at this point you had gotten used to it. Better this than suffering through awkward silences with Simon.

The only place you went that wasn't home was the beach. You loved it. Just sitting in the sand, nobody else around you, middle of the night. The only sound was the waves, and they calmed you down. You know it sounds stupid, that's why you don't tell anyone. You were truly and wholly miserable. But your friends didn't know. So it couldn't hurt them.

Every night you were at the beach. Not too far away from you car, but still close to the water. Every now and then if a wave was closer, it'd lightly touch your feet. You let your mind to go wherever it wished, but of course it was mostly Janae, Maeve, and of course Simon. Fucking Simon. He never left your mind, even when you were doing things that had absolutely nothing to do with him. He even appeared in your dreams most nights. You hated it. Well, only somewhat. You missed the three of them immensely, so seeing them in your dreams was the most you could at all.

The rushing of the waves hid the sound of another car approaching, you only heard it when it got close. You turned and saw a few boys from school. You tried to just ignore them, but then they noticed you and started coming closer. You immediately stood up and speed-walked to your car. "Where ya goin pretty lady?" One of them called. You walked faster. "Yeah, why don't cha hang out with us?" Another asked.

Just a bit more, c'mon. Because of the sand you weren't able to walk as fast as you wanted to, but somehow they seemed to be perfectly fine. "We promise we're nice! C'mon, girly!" They tried again. You looked back to make sure you hadn't forgotten anything, then tried to get your keys out of your pocket. But, as always when you're stressed and need to find something quick, it disappears completely and falls every five seconds.

You managed to find the keys pretty quickly, opened the door and got in, but as you was about to close it, one of the guys put his body in between you and the door, forcefully keeping it open. "Heyyy, where do you think you're going?" Another then stepped next to him. "Wait a minute, you hang out with Kelleher, right?" "Yeeeeah, now that 'cha say it. What're you doin' all alone here? Finally realized that he's a total freak?" "I'm sure we're much better company that him. So whaddaya say you get out your car and come join us?"

You didn't say anything, saying anything in your, or even worse Simon's defence, would just make this whole ordeal even worse. You turned away and instead worked on getting your car started up. Hopefully if I just drive I can get far enough away and then close the door. You got your key in and the engine started revving to life.

"Hey now..." one guy reached inside to grab your steeringwheel, but just as you turned to face him he got punched in the face. It shook all of you, because it was dark you couldn't really see who punched him, but you were pretty sure it wasn't one of the guys who were trying to get to you. Finally, your car started up, but you couldn't move.

"What the fuck!?" The guy's nose was bleeding from the punch. His friends helped him up then got ready to fight this random dude who was currently your hero. "Who the fuck do you think you are?" One of them asked. "Apparently a total freak" he finally spoke, and you recognized his voice. "Simon what the fuck are you doing?" You whisper yelled, grabbing his arm. "Fucking Kelleher. I'll fucking kill you" the guy he punched started swinging.

You quickly stalled the engine again and pulled out your key, you didn't want any of them driving away in your car, before getting out and doing your best to get to Simon to save him from almost certain death. They sadly already got a couple hits in, but you managed to pull him away and get him in your car. The guys started screaming again, but your brain sort of tuned them out. This time your car was nicer and got started sooner, you backed out of your parking space and drove away, them still screaming after you.

You had never driven that fast in your entire life, you didn't even really care if you'd get a ticket, at this point all you cared about was getting home. As if he'd gotten stabbed or was close to death, while all he had was just a few scrapes. You pulled into your driveway and made the garage door open, then got Simon out. You both didn't say anything as you sat him down on the couch in your garage and went to go get your first-aid kit. He just sat there, disheveled, looking around the room. Even when you returned and started assessing the damage you didn't talk.

"You're a fucking idiot." You said. "You were the one at the beach in the middle of the night. Alone." He responded. "Why were you even there? You stalking me or something?" You had to force yourself to focus on anything besides the weird feeling in your stomach. "I went to yours but your parents told me you were with Janae. So I called her, and she told me you weren't. I just went to the first place that came to mind."

And then he looked up at you.

How were you supposed to concentrate and get over him if he was looking up at you like a lost, abandoned puppy? Plus your faces were really close, only a few inches apart, so that wasn't helping. You immediately felt a blush coming on, so you turned back to the first aid kit and pretended to be looking for something.

"Should I not have?" He asked. "No, you're fine." You responded. You took a breath and then turned back to face him. "Thank you. Thank you for saving me Simon." You smiled at him. "Heh. Getting beat up was definitely worth it. Don't know what I would have done if they'd done something to you."

The atmosphere finally got too tense, and you decided to just suck it up and started talking. "I'm... sorry for what happened. I just kinda... burst. Just wasn't thinking right I guess." You explained, plopping down next to him. "Well, I still like you." He said, looking at you. "Do you still like me?" He asked, once again giving you a giant puppy face. That fucking face.

"How can I not when you look like a kicked puppy?" You joked, which made him chuckle too. "Seriously though. Did I fuck up?" He asked. "Of course you didn't. I was just... too overwhelmed with shit and overreacted. You're fine, really." You explained. If you could, you would go back in time and not say those things, a lot would be solved and he also wouldn't have gotten beaten up.

"That's good..." You once again sat in silence. You decided to get up and put the first-aid kit away. "So uhm... what were you and Janae listening to that one time you two had a party?" "Wait how do you know about that?" He laughed. "I wanted to come by but saw you two were 'busy'" he said with air-quotes. "So I left" Of course he had to see that. Great.

"It's, well, a playlist we made a while ago." You pulled out your phone and connected it to your speakers. Might as well. "Really? Janae listens to Katy Perry?" He asked. "Kinda? Listen, no matter how you feel about her, Hot N' Cold is amazing." You decided to put it on shuffle, but of course the first song to play was HONEY.

"Okay so we're still friends, but... what about more? Last time we both kinda... blurted it out didn't we?" He said. Shit. That's right. In your overwhelmed-ness you both sort of confessed to each other. That did happen. "That we did do." You sat back down, this time facing him. "So? What are we? Because I still want to be with you." "I honestly feel like I don't deserve you given how I acted last time."

"Why do you think that?" He asked. "Oh c'mon! I literally flew off the handle at you! I barely let you speak..." You just wanted to disappear that moment, to not have this conversation, but you also knew it needed to happen. "Nonsense! I totally get where you were coming from. But you also can't only blame me for showing up here, it was Janae and Maeve who convinced me."

"They knew??" You couldn't believe it. Your best friend, to whom you had been lamenting your unrequited feelings to knew all that time he felt the same? How could she. The betrayal. "Did you never notice I didn't have any of your notes? I didn't go to school either that day, I just came because I wanted to see you. They convinced me to do it." Janae was definitely getting a phone call later.

"Never thought you would skip school." You joked. "I wasn't skipping. I felt like shit. Not that it mattered, I changed my attendance so it's fine. Changed yours too by the way." "You know you didn't have to do that." You said. "There's a lot of things I don't have to do but still do because, and get this," he leaned closer "I want to" he whispered.

For a moment you stayed like that, faces so close, just looking at each other. "Just like this." He said, then grabbed your face and kissed you. It happened so fast you couldn't even blink. He just grabbed you, pulled you in, and let you go just as fast. You just stared, obviously flushed, in disbelief. "I still love you." He said. "Do you still love me?" Just as fast, you threw all caution out the window and kissed him again, this time actually participating.

To think that the moment you had waited for so long was finally there was surreal, the feeling completely foreign, but oh so welcome. "I'll take that as a yes" he managed to say between kisses, then pushed you so you were laying down on the couch.

Janae would get that call tomorrow.

[lemmilemura]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGekU8jxo/ listen when motivation hits you gotta hit back

All kept gender-neutral

Based on the show

You got home from work, exhausted from the long day, ready to just crash into bed, after getting some dinner first of course. Luckily, your amazing husband had left you a leftover portion for you from dinner, which you quickly heated up and ate.

Speaking of your husband, you couldn't see him in the kitchen or living room, but you had ideas where he might be. Either in his office, your bedroom or your kid's room. You go to your room first, and he's not there. You take the opportunity to change into more comfortable clothes.

You walk by his office but he isn't there either, which only leaves one last place. As you walk to the room, you can already hear him inside. When you open the door, you see him sitting on the chair next to the crib, your sleeping baby in his arms.

He's softly singing and doesn't even notice you until you get closer. He looks up at you, you can see that he's gotten a little tired, but he smiles still. "Hi." You say, leaning in for a kiss. "Hi. How was work?" He asks. "It was okay. Glad to be home." You look down at your child, sleeping peacefully. "Fell asleep just a minute ago. Couldn't wait long enough it seems."

He handed you the baby and you gave it a quick kiss, before putting it into the crib, then leaving. Most days you did only get home when the baby was already asleep, but that was okay, because on other days you could be with it the entire day.

I just really wanted to write smth cute with this audio qwq

[lemmilemura]

alr alr request time, MAYBE PERHAPS MAYHAPS, simon with a reader who has insomnia and he tries to help them sleep

(another one, maybe head canons of how you two would spend halloween together. also couples costumes?? only if you haven’t done it already because i haven’t checked lol)

I attempted to do the insomnia one, but I had more ideas for the Halloween one so I decided to do that one! Hope that's okay :3

All kept gender-neutral Based on the show

You two would probably just put a bowl of candy outside with a note saying "Take what you want" and that's it, you don't even go check if there's still candy left

Also you didn't even put all of the candy outside, you keep some to snack on inside.

You'll be watching movies and shows, mostly horror but also some bad 'horror' movies, laughing at the dialogue, effects, etc.

If you do go out (to Jake's parties or something) you would probably get matching costumes. (All very high quality because he got mooooneyyyyy) Here's some ideas:

Teletubbies (Janae and Maeve join you, Simon hates it but still goes along with it)

The Phantom of the Opera and Christine

Wayne and Del ;)

Ken and Barbie (Janae as Alan and Maeve as another Barbie or Midge)

Assassins/murderers, just COVERED in fake blood (couldn't find example image)

Gomez and Moritcia Addams

Royalty (also couldn't find anything that wasn't very cheap/bad looking)

Victor and Emily from Corpsebride (is it just me or does Victor actually kinda look like Simon xD)

[lemmilemura]

hi hello it’s me again

since you did a yandere/obsessive simon, how do you think simon would handle a yandere reader? ive LOVED this idea for like a year but ive never actually written anything for it SO PLEASE GIMME SOME HEADCANONS (i’m holding out my hand demanding more of your amazing writing) (you don’t see it but just imagine it)

I see you. I hear you. I reach back for you.

All kept gender-neutral Based on the show

We can all agree that Simon would probably not even believe you at first. He's just too used to people hating him and only pretending to like him to mess with him or get something out of it.

But when you actually like, kill someone for him for the first time he realizes just how dedicated you are to him. Lowkey he'd also be kinda scared of you, no matter how many times you say you could never hurt him, it's normal he's still a little hesitant.

He notices that, whenever he complains about someone, both you and that person disappear for a while, but they never come back. That is until they find their body of course.

He will see it as an absolute win to be honest. He gets a partner, bodyguard and assassin in one person.

If you do start trying to get him away from Janae and Maeve he will insist on spending time with them. After all they're important to him too.

I feel the only way you could really fuck up is if you were to hurt Janae or Maeve. That's where he draws the line.