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OKAY SO

@eamons-redguitar just made me aware of something I should probably be doing

A TAGLIST

Basically I tag people in my posts so that they get notified when I post!

If any of you would want to be in the taglist, please do let me know! Send me an ask or comment here, either works.

thank you again @eamons-redguitar for the reminder/knowledge

i spet all of 2 minutes on this. emjoy

~Taglist~ @eamons-redguitar @pine-ferret

Okay this isn't perfect but it's good enough for me

All kept gender-neutral

Based on the show

When a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend of a friend throws a party and invites your friend of a friend of a- ya know what, you get it, you end up being invited too. You knew absolutely nobody there, but you found that a good thing. New people to meet, no way of destroying existing friendships, the chance of finally landing a decent guy. And, very luckily, you find one fast. You find a guy kn the kitchen who looks mighty fine, and when you enter he isn't immediately trying to get you in bed. He's witty and smart, plus not bad looking. You hit it off like a bomb, and you're really glad you came to this party.

Long story short you end up going to one of the many many rooms of the house, probably Guest Bedroom Nr. 27 if you had to guess, and 'spending some quality time together' that you will definitely not soon forget. You honestly don't know how long you were in there, but it was oh so worth it. While you didn't know much about him, you knew his name was Simon and that he was amazing in bed.

You do end up exchanging numbers and social media, after all neither of you wanted this to be a one time thing, but also weren't quite exclusive yet. You keep talking for the next couple days, learning more about eachother besides just your prefrences in bed. And if you were honest, he wasn't that bad a guy, more ways than one.

Your parents randomly decide that your current school isn't good enough, too mich drama or something, so they send you to another one, closer to where you live.

So, the coming schoolyear, you go to Bayview, knowing nobody. Just like the party, it was really only good. You went your first couple hours mostly in solitude, yes you did meet a few people, but none were in more than 1 of your classes. Lunch was when it got interesting.

You sit down at an empty table with your lunch, really just looking around at the other students, seeing a shit ton that were also at the party, atleast the ones you could recognize from the shitty lighting there was. 'Dude must be popular' you think to yourself. "Excuse me, is there space for 3 more?" You hear beside you, and see a girl you don't know yet. "Sure. Be my guest" you reply. "Thanks. They're still gettikg their food. I'm Maeve by the way. Maeve Rojas" she introduces herself.

You shake her hand and say your name. Her eyes get bigger when you say it. "Wait, you're (Y/N) (Y/L/N)? Really?" She seems giddy with excitement. "Yeeeees? Why, do we know eachother?" Surely you would remember her. Maeve takes out her phone and types a message to someone, then turns to face the queue of people waiting for food.

In line, a girl takes out her phone, so you assume she's who Maeve texted. She seems to get excited too, but not quite as much as Maeve. She starts shaking a guy next to her who you can't quite see because he's facung away, then when he looks at her she points over at you.

The guy who turns around is none other than the guy you slept with like a week ago, Simon. You're both surprised, him more than you by only a little. You wave at him, and he waves back. "Sooooooo" Maeve starts, leaning her elbows on the table and getting closer. "You're new here, right?" She has a grin on her face. "I am. Moved here about a month ago." You reply. "Cooool. Do you know anyone here?" She asks.

"Well, considering you're making that face and you immediately pointed me out to your friends, you know that I know Simon." You respond. The look on her face is one of 'shit I got caught'. "What do you know about me?" You ask. "Where to start... Ooh! Simon said you were probably the best se-" she gets whacked in the head by Simon, which shuts her up. "Don't you fucking dare." He threatens.

"Ow you dick!" You and the second girl laugh. She sits down next to Maeve and Simon sits next to you. "What did she tell you?" He asks, staring daggers at Maeve. "Nothing. Was just about to though, before you gave her a concussion." You joked. "He's like that. Don't mind him." The new girl says. "I'm Janae" "(Y/N), though I suspect you already know that." She just nods.

"What are you doing here?" Simon asks. "Oh I don't know, I think I'm about to explode." You say nonchalantly. "You fit right in." Janae says. "So, why Simon?" She asks. You raise a brow. "Why Simon what?" "Why'd you fuck him?" Simon, who was just taking a gulp of his drink, almost spits it back out. "Janae I swear to god." He coughs. "What? I'm genuinely curious!"

"Well for one he wasn't being a total creep or asshole, he's not stupid and also not bad on the eyes, luckily with and without clothes." You're once again very nonchalant, which is throwing Maeve and Janae off, how can you say something like that with a straught face? "Okay that's enough" Simon stands up and grabs you by the arm, pulling you up out of your seat, through the cafeteria and outside, to the back side of the building.

"They seem nice." You come to a quite forceful stop when he shoves you against the wall, hands on both sides of your head, effectively trapping you there. "You just waltz in here as if it's nothing, immediately talk to my friends and then say something like that? Just how bood are you?" He looks and sounds like he's about to break.

"Bold? You're the bold one, pulling me away like this. Just think about what they're probably imagining is happening right now." You wrap your arms around his neck fro added effect, and it works. "Just shut up." He says, then leans in and kisses you. God how you missed that. After that party there were countless nights where you longed for him, for his lips, his touch, his taste.

~Taglist~

@eamons-redguitar @pine-ferret

All kept gender-neutral

Based on the show

Now we all know I like to apread 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 eventhough 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 ny surprise, and he will blush and smile, but there are some differenced 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

~Taglist~

@eamons-redguitar @pine-ferret

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 ne you can go figure out yourselves ;) Happy Valentine's Day everyone ❤️

~Taglist~ @eamons-redguitar @pine-ferret

ok so I have an idea

In my OneOfUsIsLying pinwall, I have a folder only abt stuff I feel would fit the relationship of Simon and my O.C (who I use to base my fics around)

SO HOW ABOUT

I GIVE YOU THE FOLDER (O.C Stuff)

AND YOU CAN SEND IN IMAGES IN IT

AND I MAKE STUFF WITH THEM

:D

One thing that literally nobody can change my mind about when it comes to our favorite asshole, is that if you were to turn him into an animal he would be

A black cat.

A black cat that hides in dark spots, knocks over everything and screams in the middle of the night for literally no reason. Cuz he's an asshole.

I made something :D

Google Docs

not so secret project/post

Hihi, it's me, Lemmi! Soooooo I wanna make something and I need some insight/answers from you guys! You don't have to answer all of them,

Please fill it out if you can, no worries about any information getting to me, I only see your answers.

I'm gonan use this for something later on :D

~Taglist~ @eamons-redguitar @pine-ferret @pl4ntz111

inspired after me and a friend made that into matching pfps

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 Al lkept 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, becuase 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 repitition 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, eventhough 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 appered, 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 than 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 almlost. 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 librarion 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 deuchey 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 repitition 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. Atleast 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 meantion 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 converstaions 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

~Taglist~ @pine-ferret

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 to 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 papaer 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 muc hgoing 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 proably 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.

~~~~~~~~~~

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 wonderef 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 teh direction of the livingroom, from which came a "Riger 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 moreso 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 eachothers arms for a while. "God I missed you, so, so much." You whuspered. "Missed you too, sweetheart" he responded.

When you pulled away you just looked at eachother, 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 aswell. 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 infront 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 that 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 eachother, and Maeve and Janae."

"IIf she does acrually 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 litte 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

~Taglist~ @pine-ferret

Hey hey a lil reminder that this exists! It's still open for submissions, and also for ideas what to do with the submissions xD I may have just wanted to get the answers but have no idea what to do with them 😅 So if any of you have ideas do let me know because I want to share these with you all since they're all good!!!

I made something :D

Google Docs

not so secret project/post

Hihi, it's me, Lemmi! Soooooo I wanna make something and I need some insight/answers from you guys! You don't have to answer all of them,

Please fill it out if you can, no worries about any information getting to me, I only see your answers.

I'm gonan use this for something later on :D

~Taglist~ @eamons-redguitar @pine-ferret @pl4ntz111

Ok so I am currently working on a fic (on google docs) and I don't know how to post it, so I wanna ask you guys.

My dilemma: This fic can be divided into small 'parts', which I feel would be too small to be chapters, but I think the full text would potentially have some timejumps if posted as one.

The small parts I could post as I write them, but I don't know how long the gap between parts may be, as I don't know how my motivation will be.

If I post it as one fic, of course you'll all have to wait until it is finished, which could take just as long.

If you have any other ideas please do let me know!!!

~Taglist~ @pine-ferret

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

Part 4 (W.I.P)

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

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

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 I was 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.

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Very quick lil poll because I've got a fic idea, but there's no point in posting it if nobody would read it.

I'm sure you can figure my idea out really easily, but I still wanna ask :3

Ok so I have this Simon Minecraft skin

I don't remember who made it, I got it off Skindex (but given the fucking purge that just happened idk if he's still there)

I have had this skin for MONTHS and I only now realized

THEY GAVE HIM BLUE EYES. I don't think Mark actually had blue eyes in the show. And I know it's Show!Simon because that's his outfit.

Someone out there made a show accurate skin but SPECIFICALLY gave him the blue eyes he has in the book qwq

Whoever made this, thank you <3

I just found 2 Simon bots on janitorAI I'm boutta be so delusional