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Sweet Serial Killer *ੈ✩‧ Young! Gf! Nick Goode x reader (1)

“𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻

𝓓𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱,

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱! “

Summary: Murders are happening around Camp Nightwing, and you’ll do anything for your best friend Nick.

Warning: mentions of murder & violence, dubious consent, yandere! Nick, possessiveness, obsessive behavior, mentions of pedophilia (NOT by nick), pictures without consent, toxic relationship asf, god complex, male masturbation, oral (m & f recieving), p n v, breeding kink, dumbification, size kink, daddy kink, missionary, riding, the reader is very dependable on Nick, loss of virginity, creampie, marking, squirting, dom! Nick, sub! Reader

Nick isn’t an inherently violent person.

But when he meets you in the summer of ‘76, all of that is thrown out the window.

You’re a camper. And no, you aren’t a child; you’re eighteen years old. Nick is twenty, beginning as his first year as a counselor. At Camp Nightwing, it’s taboo for a counselor and camper to become romantically involved. But Jesus, Nick just can’t help but be so in love when he looks at you. Your cabin is right next to his, and he sees your sweet ass everyday, watches you strut around with him on his off days and have fun. You’ve both grown incredibly close. And if anyone messes with you, they have to deal with him.

And waves of intense rage aren’t new to him. But right now, he has still never been so incredibly angry.

He watches as a camper, some guy named Alex and around your age, torments you; pulls your hair, calls you names, makes fun of your makeup. And it makes his blood boil. You’re so precious, so much of an angel. No one needs to treat you this way. He approaches, quickly breaking it up. On the outside, his demeanor is calm, is safe.

To you, Nick will always be safe.

Alex scurries away quickly when Nick starts murmuring threats through clenched teeth. Tears are running down your face, and Nick brings his arm around your shoulder and guides you to his empty cabin. You bury his face in his neck when you’re both finally alone on his bed. He pulls you away and begins to stroke your tearful face soothingly.

“Shh,” he murmurs. “I know. It’s okay, honey. That fuckin’ asshole..” he looks at you with slight concern for a moment. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

You sniffle, and shake your head. “He p-pulled my hair, a little bit. But I’m fine.”

If Nick had any previous guilt about his plans for tonight, they’re all gone now.

“Okay..” he smiles, a small laugh leaving his lips as he runs his hands over the outer corners of your eyes.

“You ruined your makeup.”

You frown, worried. “Do I look bad?”

“What? No, not at all.” How could you ever think you look bad? “You look.. you look really pretty, y/n.”

“Oh.” your face flushes, and you smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He replies. And then,after that, you lay down on his bed and he reads you your favorite book while you curl up on his left side. It’s one of the things he does to help you feel better, to make you feel even more protected and safe with him.

And then later that night, the first murder at Camp Nightwing takes place.

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The next day the talk is all around camp. Alex, the boy that had harassed you the day before, is dead.

You’re in shock. No one has ever died at the camp before; it’s full of teenagers and kids doing arts and crafts, after all. In a situation like this, they should close down the camp. But the death itself was confirmed to be an accident; he had somehow slipped off of a cliff beside the lake that campers weren’t allowed to approach, and had hit his head on the rocky floor below. A counselor had found him that day, and there were rumors that it was incredibly brutal; his head was completely smashed to pieces.

Some people, however, believe it wasn’t an accident. There were rumors that a few campers saw someone in a black robe and a weird mask that resembled that of a ghost. But those were just rumors, for now.

You shove the thought that Alex deserved what he got down into your gut, and decide to feel bad for him.

“I just don’t get it,” you explain to Nick the next day, in the empty art room. “Why would you even go over there? It’s like, the most dangerous spot.”

Nick shrugs as you refer to Alex, as he knots a new bracelet for the third time that day.

“Dunno,” he replies. “Like I said, he was an idiot.”

His tone and the use of the word ‘was’ makes bile rise in your throat, but you change the topic to the task at hand.

If anyone knows you, you’re just a little… dumb. So, Nick helps you with your crafts in your art activities everyday, always teaches you new things because you’re interested and don’t know how. It’s not just in this field, where you depend on him; he helps you with practically everything, even feeds you from time to time. He knows how to take care of you, how to keep you satisfied and happy.

He watches as you struggle to tie a knot in the bracelet that you’re creating, watches as you slam it down onto the table and make a sound of frustration. He chuckles, amused.

“Having fun?”

“Fuck off, Nick.” You snap . You immediately begin to apologize, not meaning to have sounded so rude.

“Im so sorry!”

“Don’t apologize, y/n. It’s okay, I promise.”

He hates when you feel as if you’ve said something wrong around him. You could never anger him.

“It’s just…” you rub your eyes, careful not to destroy your glittery makeup. “I can’t.. I can’t make the bracelet. It’s not working.”

“That’s okay,” Nick assures. “I can teach you. It’s okay, here-“

His fingers move to grab the strings from you, maneuvering the plastic stand it’s attached to so he can gain better access. He looks down at the instructions.

“Yeah, this knot is complicated,” it’s not, but you don’t need to know that. “All you’re doing wrong is not looping it around. If you just..”

He smiles as he grabs your cherry red nails into his larger set of hands. He brings them down and shows you the proper way to tie the bracelet, and you squeal in victory when you’re finally done. It’s a little jagged along a section, but it isn’t too bad.

“See! I knew you could do it. You’re such a quick learner.” Nick praises. You flush.

“Thank you.”

He watches as you tie the ends. And then, you’re nervously looking towards him.

“I want you to have it.. i-if that’s okay!”

Nick beams, happily snatching the bracelet from your hands and slipping it onto his wrist.

“Thank you, angel. I love it.”

He picks up one of the bracelets he made and insists that you wear it too. He ties the ends for you, and slips it around your wrist. You smile. And then, with ease, he brings his lips down to your wrist and places a kiss to it. The nervous lip bite you give him makes his cock harden in his pants, but he chooses to ignore it for now. You smell so sweet, the perfume on your wrists making his eyes practically roll back. It’s so you, and he can’t get enough of it.

“Do you want to go back to my cabin?”

The words make you stutter, knowing that the cabin is empty and that everyone is away at another camping activity at the lake. But alas, you utter a quick ‘yes’. When you get inside he guides you to sit down at the head of his bed so he can read to you again. But once he gets through a couple paragraphs of The Great Gatsby, you’re already leaning onto his shoulder sleepily.

“Tired?” He asks.

“Mhm.”

“C’mere.”

He grabs one of your arms and slings it over his chest. You sigh happily, shoving your face into his shirt as he moves down to lay flat on the bed.

“Go to sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for dinner.”

“Okay, Nicky. Thank you.”

Oh, how precious.

Your soft snores fill the room as you sleep. Time ticks by, but Nick can’t seem to keep still as much as he wants to. So, gently, he removes himself from underneath you and pulls his blanket over your shoulders as you turn over in your sleep. He watches as your tits seem to practically spill out of your tank top. His breath catches in his throat. It’s not that noticeable because it’s on your lower side, but your nipple has seemed to slip out of the fabric.

The thing he does next is probably incredibly wrong. But who can blame him, with you looking like that?

His hands go down to palm the bulge in his pants. He breathes heavily, lip getting caught in his teeth as he watches your slow moving breath and beautiful face. He brings his hands into his pants and begins to stroke himself with vigor.

He knows it’s incredibly risky. You’re his best friend, and if he gets caught doing this you might not be anymore. But precum spills over his fist and he thrusts into his own palm mercilessly. He starts to imagine scenarios with you in them: taking your tits into his mouth, sucking on those pert little nipples that he loves to see peeking through your shirt. Fucking that tight little pussy he knows you have, while you’re on all fours and your ass is bouncing back against his abs. And then, lastly, watching your little cunt get stretched beyond its boundaries as he impales you, your virgin blood coating his cock and leaving your creamy spend on him. This makes him keen, and then he’s stuffing his fist into his mouth as he cums all over the inside of his briefs. You begin to stir, not quite waking up, but it makes Nick’s mouth water even more at the thought of you catching him. You don’t wake up, however. You’re always such a deep sleeper.

Nick sighs, moving into the bathroom to wash off his hands and then change into a new pair of underwear.

And then, when he’s next to his dress, he catches sight of his camera.

It’s a Polaroid camera, a dark brown that he keeps with him whenever he wants to take picture of the camp’s scenery.

But maybe it can be used for other sights.

He remembers to turn the flash off, and then he snaps a picture of your sleeping form. And then, another. And another. And another. All at different angles, some far away, some so close that it’s a surprise that you don’t hear the click of the device and wake up. When he’s done he gathers up all of the pictures that have been printed and shoves them into his drawer full of shirts, next to another set of pictures. Ones that consist of a boy in water, with his head missing.

He checks on the clock on the wall. It’s dinner time, now.

He goes over and lightly shakes you. It takes a few minutes of this before your eyes finally crack open.

“C’mon, sweets, you gotta wake up,” he murmurs. “It’s time for dinner.”

You blink, wiping the sleep away from your eyes and smearing your makeup in the process again. But when you get up and look in the mirror, you choose not to acknowledge it.

You don’t even notice the anxious look Nick gives you when you ask for some of his clothes and reach into his t-shirt drawer. He’s so thankful that he hid the photos in the very back, because you don’t find them.

He makes a mental note to move them to a place where no one would think to look.

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The next day Tommy Slater teaches you archery.

You’ve see the boy around, not really ever talking, but he’s sweet, with nice hair and a pretty smile. He holds your arms in the right position as he helps you pull back the strings of the bow. When you pull it back, it’s the first time ever that you hit the target. You pull him into a hug, and his hands go down to your waist as he asks if he can buy you a cherry coke from the vending machines.

Nick watches the whole thing with displeasure when you say yes.

No one really notices, but Nick just always seems to be around you, even though there’s a whole other side of camp to be taught. It’s a surprise, really, that the boy can keep his job. If it wasn’t for the extra class he teaches everyday and his father being the sheriff, he’d probably be fired.

Nick really hasn’t had that much of a problem with Tommy before. He’s a nice guy, and they get along well whenever they work together. Hell, Tommy was even his bunkmate for a while before he decided to switch and room with his brother, Will.

But he’s talking to you. And he’s being a little too nice, too touchy to see you as a regular camper or friend.

And Nick can’t have that, can he?

So a week later, after you had started to grow close with the boy, Tommy Slater is found with a noose around his neck. A suicide, of course. It’s incredibly unfortunate for you; you cry about it, not leaving your cabin all day over the death of your new friend when you find out the news.

Of course, Nick is there to comfort you. He doesn’t leave your side, and stays with you for the entirety of the day while you sleep on top of his shirtless, warm body.

He’s such a good friend.

You sigh as you roll yourself out of your bed. You’re exhausted, mentally. Nick had begged you to come to dinner with him, but to no avail after many minutes of struggling. You figure right about now that the best thing to do is your makeup. Something that sounds incredibly stupid, but it helps you relieve a lot of stress. You bring yourself back over to your bed with your makeup bag and begin to apply a full face.

You jump, almost smearing your eyeliner, when Nick opens the door. Although you shouldn’t get excited at a time like this, you smile when you see an ice cream cone in one of his hands.

“Finally getting up?” He teases. You nod.

“I guess so. No use getting hung up, right? We..” you’re trying to seem positive, but the image of Tommy’s body hanging from the ceiling brings bile to your throat. You swallow it down as you apply a layer of blush and grab the ice cream cone from Nick. “Me and Tommy weren’t even that close.”

Nick shrugs, sitting down beside you and resting his head on your shoulder to watch you apply your mascara.

“He’s in a better place now, y/n.” The boy assures.

You nod in agreement, but you’re still a bit upset. You shake the thoughts out of your head and lick at the ice cream cone. Nick watches some it drip down your chin, and he imagines what it would be like to stuff your mouth full.

“So,” He starts. His eyes never leave your mouth. “Are you going on the camping trip tonight?”

Every Saturday, campers go deeper into the woods and camp out. You know Nick enjoys it, but the thought of sleeping in a tent with no air conditioner tonight does not sound like fun.

“Probably not.” You reply.

“That’s okay.” Nick assures. He can tell by the look on your face that you feel bad for ditching him. “On second thought, how about I stay here with you tonight? I know you don’t like to be in the dark alone.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not scared of the dark, I’m scared of what’s in the dark! But also, won’t you get in trouble?”

“Whatever you say, sweetness.” Nick replies. “But I’m staying. I’ll just say I’m sick. ”

“That’s…good. I want you here.” And it’s true, as you utter the words. Nick smiles, and watches as you get up to throw away the ice cream cone (one of your weird quirks that Nick has picked up is that you only like the ice cream itself, and not the cone). When you bend down to drop it into the trash can, your shorts ride up and the soft globes of your ass are exposed. Nick exhales sharply.

You hear him, and turn around to look at him in concern. “Are you okay?”

Nick coughs, eyes averting from you as his cheeks glaze over into a dusty pink. “Yeah! It’s just a little stuffy in here, that’s all.”

“Oh.” You frown. “Do you want to go to your cabin instead? You have a better air conditioner, anyway.” And then your eyes light up. “And you have a radio! We can listen to music tonight!”

Nick chuckles at your excitement. He knows you enjoy music. “Yeah, honey.”

“Yay!”

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It’s not long before almost everyone in camp is away, and you and Nick are alone. Although the trip is optional, very few people decide to stay behind. Will had left, his eyes lingering on you a bit too long as he tells Nick to ‘have fun’. Nick’s eyes had narrowed at his tone, and he had put a possessive grip on you as he guided you to his radio so he could teach you how to use it.

And that night, Nick introduces you to weed.

It’s not something you’re opposed to, you’ve just never got around to it. And when Nick pulls out a small bag of the skunk smelling drug, you’re happy to get high with him.

You giggle as Nick runs his fingers over your legs in a teasing manner. He knows your ticklish behind your knees, and of course he isn’t going to ignore the chance of getting to touch you. His radio plays ‘Fear The Reaper’ in a blaring tone, and the both of your eyes are red rimmed and watery. You move away from his hands and off to bed to explore the things in his room, dazed.

And then you catch sight of his camera.

You pick it up, and feel the plastic device with your fingertips.

“I’ve never seen you with this,” you say. “Is it new?”

Nick lifts his body up off of the bed to look at you.

“No, I’ve had it for a while.” He replies.

“Oh.” and then, your hands begin to flimsily play with the buttons.

Nick grins. “Do you want me to take pictures of you?”

The question catches you off guard, but the look on his face, begging, can’t make you say no.

“If you want.”

“That’s great,” Nick pauses, hesitant. “Can you get on the bed for me?”

“Yes sir.”

You don’t mean to say it, really, but you just want to follow his directions. You think he’s going to be freaked out, but all he does is give you a sweet smile.

“Good girl.”

Your face flushes, and your twiddle your fingers as you begin to climb onto the bed. You move your hair so it rests behind your shoulders, and smile. Nick snaps it, the perfect view of you on your knees for him. You move to another position, sideways, and tilt your head back.

So cute, Nick thinks. And all mine.

By the third or fourth, you’re comfortable enough to not be shy.

“Is this good?” You ask. You’re leaning forward now, on your knees once again. Nick can see your cleavage at this angle, and he thinks you’re the most sexiest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

“Perfect.” And then, another pause before he speaks. “You’re so beautiful.”

You blanch, as if that’s the first time he’s ever said it. You look up at him with a look he can’t quite place.

“Do you really think so?”

“I think you’re perfect.”

Dazed and Confused by Led Zepplin is playing on the radio now. The tension in the room grows intensely, in this moment, as Nick utters the words. It’s as if it’s never been experienced before. It has, many times, but usually there was someone or something to interrupt that tension.

So now, all that Nick can think to do is throw the camera onto the bed, move over to you, lean down, and press his lips to yours.

It’s probably a dumb idea, but if it goes the opposite of the way Nick wants then he can just blame it on the mary jane in his system.

But you kiss back. The boy suspects you’ve never been kissed before, because your lips move awkwardly against his. It’s endearing to him, and he moves to press himself closer to you. You moan against him when he begins to climb on top of you. He pulls away, his thighs caging your hips down. He grabs your hands and moves them above your head.

“You’ve never done this before , have you?”

You look away shyly, shaking your head as you do so to signal the word ‘no’. He grabs your face with his strong hands and guides you too gaze at him again.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, y/n. Yes.. or no?”

Your lip gets caught in between your teeth as he looks down at you hungrily.

“No.” You utter softly.

He tuts, bring his hand down to your hip and rubbing the soft skin there.

“So no one’s ever touched you here? Hm?”

You shake your head.

“Poor baby.” His hand moves down further. He’s ghosting his fingers over the crotch of your shorts. You squirm, a small squeak leaving your mouth when he presses on your clit through the fabric. “What about here, baby? Anyone ever played with this little clit before?”

“N-Nick, c’mon-“

“Who? Are you lying to me? Has someone touched you here?” His tone is demanding, now, angry. You look up at him with wide eyes. He’s always been so gentle with you, and his attitude now shock you.

“No..” and then, softly, “no sir. I promise.”

He calms, a small smirk beginning to play on his lips. He rubs, gentle and slow, on your clit. You mewl, hands going up to his hair for leverage as he teases you.

“Such good manners. Being such a good girl.”

His fingers leave you. You whine in protest, beginning to grab his hand and put it back where it was, but he pushes your grip away. He chuckles.

“No, no. You’re going to do something for me first.”

Your face goes red, when he grabs your hand and presses it against his girth.

“You feel that, baby?” He’s taunting, watching as your mouth opens on instinct and your soft wet tongue lolls out. “Feel what you did?”

“Yes. Yes, daddy, I-“

The word that leaves your mouth isn’t intentional, but when it does it has Nick groaning, thrusting his hips up into your hand.

“God, that’s it. You want me to be your daddy, baby? Wanna be my little girl?”

You nod, eagerly, and you begin to move to unbuckle his jeans. He makes a noise of disapproval, though.

“No. Stay right here.”

And then he’s moving off the bed and to the foot of it, beginning to unbuckle his belt. He beckons you over, but stops you when you begin to get off the bed.

“No,” His hand goes down into his pants, and he breathes shakily.

“Crawl.”

Your pussy is practically drenched at this point. A small moan sounds in the back of your throat, and you get on your hands and knees. The look Nick gives you as you move towards him is so dark that you aren’t sure it’s even him anymore. But fuck, he looks so handsome, so beautiful. You can’t help but do what he says.

You’ll do anything for him.

He grabs you by your shoulders and pulls you up on your knees at the edge of the bed. His shirt has ridden up, exposing a sliver of his tanned and toned skin.

“What do you want me to do now, daddy?” The words you’re saying sound so unlike yourself, but it’s like something different has taken over you. All you can think or feel is NickNickNickNickNick. Over and over, your pussy throbbing and spilling wet juices all over the inside of your panties.

“Take your shirt off, sweetheart.”

The demand is one you follow instantly, and when you slip the shirt over your head your nipples are puffy and swollen. He grins, moving down to flick one of your nipples.

“These are so pretty. We should get them pierced, don’t you think?”

The thought of needles going through your tits make you wince. Nick laughs.

“I was just joking, angel.”

“We have to have those nice and ready for our baby, don’t we?”

Your eyes widen, and he laughs again, as if pregnancy is some kind of game.

“Joking, again. God, you’re so gullible, you know that?”

You really don’t think you’d mind carrying his baby, but you don’t mention that right now. Instead, you bring your hands to the bulge in his pants. He groans in surprise, and looks down at you.

“You little minx. Get to work, then. Since you want to be so impatient.”

You hesitate, not really knowing what to do.

“Can you teach me, sir?”

He presses your mouth to his clothed cock, and you gasp at the sudden movement. You drool all over the fabric of his jeans, the confines of the zipper making his incredibly large cock press against the denim.

“Gotta taste it first, don’t you?” He teases. He yanks you away from his dick and pulls your head back so you’ll look up at him.

“Give me a kiss.”

You do, reaching up desperately to kiss him on his soft, sweet lips. He strokes your face, gentle unlike the past few minutes.

“Do you feel safe with me?”

You nod, and he nods his head in understanding at the confirmation.

He begins to unzip his fly. And then, you watch as he pulls out his thick length. You gawk at how pretty and large he is, his tip shining with precum and his balls drawn up tight.

“Do you trust me?”

His voice is rougher now. He strokes his cock, and you ache for it to feel the deep canal of your throat.

“Yes, daddy. You’re the only person in the world I’ll ever trust.”

“Good. You only need me.”

And then he’s rubbing the tip over your lips, and you’re eagerly suckling the soft skin and licking the precum off. He tastes so good, so salty and bitter but so perfectly divine. He growls low in his throat, holding back as much as he can so he doesn’t destroy your perfect little mouth.

“Yeah, just like that. Didn’t even have to tell you where to put that slutty mouth. You think about this a lot, don’t you?”

You nod, as much as you can with your mouth full.

“Run your tongue along the vein.” He directs, watching as you pull off and ask him what to do next. “You see, right there?”

You follow his directions perfectly, following the trail and then moving to kitten lick underneath his head. His eyes roll back, and he shallowly thrusts into your throat. You become desperate, then, and before he realizes what’s happening your downing his whole aching prick in one singular stroke.

“Oh, fuck, you bitch!” He’s loud, and his resolve breaks. He grabs your head with both of his hands and begins to fuck your throat with vigor. You choke, your eyes watering, but you don’t want him to let up. Looking up at him through watery lashes, you see that his had is tilted back and his mouth is open in shock and pleasure.

“I can feel the back of your goddamn throat, Jesus fuck..”

He slows, just a bit, when he sees you struggling to breathe.

“Remember to breathe through your nose, sweetness.”

His advice helps you, and soon you’re relaxed as he uses your throat. Your hands grip his thighs, and on a particularly deep thrust your nose hits the curly black hair at his base. It’s amazing, how much you can take.

Not that Nick has been with many girls, but he’s been with a few. And all of them could hardly take his cock inside their cunt, much less their throat. Nick giggles at the irony, then, sadistically. Of course you can take it. You’re made for him. And he’s your god, a life force that you’re devoted to, that you can’t ever escape.

“Yeah, you’re a pro at this,” Nick says roughly. “ My good little cocksucker.”

That sets you off, and your fingers begin to go down and rub your clit. It doesn’t take long before Nick is pulling you off and pushing you back down on the bed. He grabs you by your thighs and begins to unbuttons your shorts aggressively. When he gets down to your underwear he’s pulling them off with a quickness and shoving them into his back pocket.

You really should be shy right now, but you aren’t. It’s just that way with Nick. You can do anything, show him anything, and you’ll still feel like the most free person to ever exist. He spreads your legs wide, and he doesn’t hesitate to go down and get a taste of you.

He licks a stripe up the expanse of your drenched pussy, makes sure to add a little bit of tongue when he gets to your clit. He thumbs the swollen button, plays with it like it’s a toy. Your back arches, his touch setting flames off on your skin and inside of you.

“Nicky, please..”

Your voice is raw from getting so harshly throat fucked, your eyes droopy and already fucked out from all the foreplay. He says nothing, instead choosing to gather up some of the precum from his cock and use two now lubed fingers to shove inside of you. Your hips soar off the mattress, the sudden stretch burning intensely, but not as much as you would’ve originally thought. You’re so wet that you’re really up for anything, at this point. You flush with embarrassment when you hear your wetness gushing around Nick’s fingers. But he looks pleased, intensely so, and bends down to press a little kiss to your clit.

“Aww, look at that,” he coos. “You’re so wet, aren’t you? Did daddy make you this wet?”

“Yesyesyesyes-“ you practically scream when he rubs your inner walls a certain way, and it makes your legs shake and makes tears stream down your cheeks. “please keep doing that, daddy. Oh my God!

You can feel your orgasm approaching, and it’s embarrassing that you’re cumming this soon. But you’re a virgin, after all. You can’t help it. And so, with a sharp intake of breath and a moan, you cum all over Nick’s fingers. He watches as your juices coat his entire hand and shirt as your legs start to convulse in pleasure. He smiles, satisfied. You just squirted all over him.

“There you go.. just like that. Good girl. Give me all of that, baby.”

When you come down it’s like you’re wiped of energy. Nick notices. His hand goes up to stroke your face.

“You have to give me one more, okay? Just one.”

You shake your head, eyes going closed, but he slaps your cheek lightly to keep you awake.

“Still need fuck you, honey. I want you to be awake when I do it. Want you to remember.”

You bite your lip, hesitant, but then you nod. He smiles, and your heart flutters as you look down at him in between your legs.

“That’s my girl.”

He adjusts your thighs, pulling your spent body towards him. His cock nudges against your entrance. It’s different from what you’ve just experienced, much more intimate and warm. So he guides himself into you, gently. It hurts, and you let out a noise of displeasure. You start to cry again, but out of pain.

“Daddy- c-can’t, ‘s too much..”

“I know you can take it, sweet girl. Don’t you want to make daddy proud?”

You hiccup, tears flowing freely down your cheeks, and you whisper a small, “yes sir.”

He pushes into you for what seems like forever, and when you finally feel his pelvis pressing against your clit you jump from the stimulation. It causes you to clench down on him, and you cry out at the feeling of him losing control and thrusting into your open canal. He groans, lifting himself up with his hands to keep himself still.

“Don’t do that baby, ‘s gonna hurt you. Fuck, you’re so tiny. My cock is splitting you in two.”

Yeah, you wanted to say, like I warned you it would.

But you don’t say that, and soon his cock just feels like a lot of pressure. So when you tell Nick to move, he tries his hardest to be slow. He’s shaking, the fact of being in control of himself a new phenomenon. But when he drags himself out, slow, and then pushes himself back in, you begin to feel different. He hits that special spot again, just right, and your hips move back on him at their own accord.

“Daddy.. please. Fuck me! want it hard…”

The words spill out of your mouth quickly, your brain going haywire. Nick’s hands become bruising in their grip, and he shoves your hands over your head again and begins to pound you vigorously. Your wetness leaves a creamy ring around the base of his cock, and you look absolutely gorgeous, letting him use you.

“Fuckin’ beautiful little girl.. love having this pussy fucked, don’t you? Making daddy so proud..”

You moan loudly, his praises making more wetness drip out of you.

“Love you, daddy, love you so much!”

Nick’s hips stutter at that, and although it should be a very large milestone to cross, it feels perfectly natural, perfectly true to say, and it makes his head spin. His perfect little girl, worshipping him and his cock. You’re a dream come true.

“Holy fuck.. I love you too, sweetheart.” Your heart aches, so deeply. He loves you. Nick, the boy you’ve been completely devoted to and have worshipped the entire summer, loves you.

You can feel his thrusts speeding up, his hands bruising on your skin. ‘M gonna cum, shit-“

He twitches, flooding your sticky walls with his cum. Your hips shake, your pussy milking him dry.

“Love your cum, sir, feels s’good.” You slur. The fact that you’ve gotten riled up and haven’t came again is in the very back of your mind. Nick’s cock, his body, his devoted time and attention to you, is enough to satiate your needs. When he pulls out of you he makes sure to watch his cum drip out of your needy hole, and then rubs your clit in gentle strokes.

“just give me one more, baby. Cum for daddy one more time.”

And who are you to resist? Shaking, your brain turns to mush. Your tummy tightens and then you’re spilling again, watching as Nick looks down at you with adoration.

When you slow, his hands move up to swipe some hair out of your face and tuck it behind your ear. You smile bashfully, watching as he lays down beside you and beckons you over to him once more. It’s peaceful, resting now in the darkness of his room. The radio is still playing, soft just as before. And when you sleep, you dream of sweet nothings.

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And then two days later, you’re being harassed by the camp’s janitor.

His name is Lloyd, and he’s older, much more so. He’s noticed you around, he says. He wants to get to know you more.

You’re uncomfortable by his offer. He’s a grown man, for christ’s sakes! And not an attractive one, at that, so why would you even attempt such a thing with him?

Of course, Nick isn’t too far behind when Lloyd starts spewing harsh words when you reject him. He pulls you behind him protectively, and begins suggesting that he call his father and tell on him. Lloyd instantly backs off, but his narrowed eyes never leave yours as he walks away.

Later that night, there’s a camp bonfire. You smile as you conversate with Nick while a bag of marshmallows between the two of you. You shove one into your mouth as you discuss Carry by Stephen King, and he agrees that it’s one of the best. Your head rests on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around you. Although campers and counselors technically can’t be together, no one around really cares at the moment; they’re all too busy with their own friends to notice. You grab Nick’s hand and suggest that he take you to get more snacks from the cafeteria. He trails behind you, watching your ass bounce in the tiny skirt you’re wearing. It isn’t long before you’re buying a coke and Nick is using every excuse in the book to guide you behind the deserted building and up against the wall.

His lips press gently into your neck in a sloppy, wet kiss. Your coke is forgotten, the soft drink’s bottle sitting on the concrete beside the both of you. You fall into Nick more when he bites down softly on the spot below your ear; he’s only fucked you once, but he knows your body like the back of his hand.

You sigh, your hand grabbing his and discreetly guiding it to that warm spot in between your legs. He huffs out a laugh, watches your face contort into carnal pleasure when he rubs your clit softly.

“Needy, baby?”

“Want you..” you whine, hands gripping his shirt. “Fuck me here. Wan’ everyone to see…”

“Jesus,” he moans, your hand going down to palm his aching shaft. “Only fucked you once and I’ve already turned you into a little cockslut, huh?”

You nod as his thumb brushes over your lips in a playful manner. You bring the digit into your mouth, making sure that it hits the very back of your throat. Nick groans at that, bringing his thumb out and crashing his lips into yours. You taste like cherry coke, and from the past few days of the constant making out you guys have been doing, Nick can infer that this is just how you taste. It’s so perfect, so incredibly sweet and precious. He grabs your arms and turns you around so he can press your body against the wall behind you. His hands undo his belt, and then he’s lifting up your skirt to see your pretty cunt.

“No panties, sweetheart?”

“Just wanted to be ready for you, daddy.”

The way you say it, so giving and dedicated, makes Nick’s cock jump. When he pulls it out he presses it flush against your bare mound and slaps your lips playfully with his tip. You squirm, little pussy red and swollen.

“Love this little pussy so much, baby,” Nick coos. He rubs your clit with his length, and it makes you tremble. “Need you to beg for daddy. C’mon, be a good girl.”

You don’t even hesitate, your voice shaky and desperate. “Please! Need you so bad, daddy. Please fuck me!”

He doesn’t hesitate to shove himself inside you, then. And although the stretch still hurts, it feels better than last time and it makes you mewl as he begins to harshly pound into you. He yanks you back by your hair, your body pressed flush against him, and he uses his other hand to yank your top down and expose your tits to the night air. They scrape against the brick wall, and it the sting makes you clench around him.

“Good little bitch.. such a tight little pussy…”

And then his tone becomes darker, and he begins to put a bruising grip on your hip.

“Tommy could’ve never fucked you like this, y’know.”

The sentence catches you off guard, your body slowing its movements. But only slightly; because as fucked up as it is, Nick still turns you on. You stutter, your eyes rolling back when Nick’s cock grazes your insides perfectly.

“W-What?”

And although it seems like Nick should be ashamed or feel caught saying the thing he just said, he doesn’t. Instead, his fingers reach down to rub you clit, as he chuckles darkly.

“You heard me. That little fucker. You were going to leave me for him, weren’t you?”

Your eyes furrow in confusion, tears beginning to form at the stress of his interrogation and his harsh thrusts. Nick slaps your ass harshly, watching it jiggle and move against him more.

“Answer me!”

“No! No, I only ever wanted you! I- I didn’t-“

“Good.”

His fingers slap your pussy, and then he’s rubbing your clit in harsh circles again. You practically scream, your wetness gushing down his dick.

“Now fucking cum for me.”

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You ignore Nick as he walks you back to his cabin.

You don’t know what else to do. How else are you supposed to react when your best friend slash lover decides to talk about a dead friend in bed?

It should upset you more than it does.

You’re freaked out, a little bit, of course. But the guilt, that pit in your stomach, isn’t as prominent as you thought it would be. And when Nick pulls you into a hug and softly asks, “stay, please?”, you can’t resist him. Will is out, you assume. Probably with a random girl or still at the bonfire.

None of that matters, right now. You turn your head when Nick tries to kiss you. He frowns, hands coming up to your hair.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why’d you say that stuff earlier, Nick?” You ask quietly. Your nervously bounce on the balls of your feet. “That was really mean.”

He sighs, looking regretful as he takes your face into his hands.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know I shouldn’t of said that. I got carried away..“

His lips land on yours, gentle. You’re extremely tired, your limbs weak and your pussy aching from Nick’s harsh fucking. You don’t know how to feel, but the softness of Nick’s lips makes your eyes flutter shut.

“I won’t do it again,” he murmurs, as he pulls away. His thumb goes to wipe away stray mascara that had smeared on your face. “I promise. Just stay with me?”

You know it isn’t right. You know that what he said was messed up, was something you should leave him for. But you don’t. You just nod your head obediently, and join him on his bed. And when you’re trying to sleep and his length rubs up against your thigh, he asks if you want him. You say yes, and It’s true.

And when he brings himself up to your lips, you lick his cock clean, and show him your devotion.

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Tommy Slater

The long awaited last part is here!

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 3] [Part four (you're here!)]

Summary: Y/n and the group finally come face to face with the Shadyside killers and Nick.

Warnings: blood, death, it's the endgame now, swearing, Y/n being a badass, grief finally ends, angst

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Then, the bells that Ziggy hung up on the entrance doors rang out, indicating that someone had entered, causing the three to scamper away to a nearby counter, hiding behind it and going absolutely silent, the only thing they could hear was their own breathing.

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Y/n's breath caught in her throat as she tried to block out the pounding noise of her heart from her ears, adrenaline pumping through her like a drug as she prepared herself for what was going to happen next.

She knew exactly what she wanted to do to nick. She wanted to make him suffer, make him feel the same pain she felt when she lost her boyfriend and her best friends.

But that wasn't the plan that she, Ziggy, and the teens had planned and she knew that. And as much as she wanted to, she couldn't stray from it.

So she sat there, nerf gun full of Deena's watered down blood still in her hands, clutched tightly to her chest as she waited for the perfect moment.

"I don't see anyone." Deena whispers, gasping.

Josh's eyes widen, furiously tapping Deena, gaining the attention of the two women, "I see Martin and Ziggy!"

Y/n eyes Ziggy and Martin carefully as they run across the mall to their desired location, hiding behind a wall.

Y/n flinched as a voice rang out, catching Ziggy and Martin, "Police! Hands up! Hands up!"

As Martin and Ziggy's voices merge together as they both frantically try to explain the situation (well, Ziggy was, Martin was trying to get him to leave), the police man scoffs as he realizes the man in front of him was Martin.

Meanwhile, there was another police man, his radio going off.

Y/n could hear it, clear as day, as he began to creep closer to the three. Whilst Josh and Deena were looking one way, she was looking the other, spotting the flashlight before the man stopped in front of them, frantically telling them to freeze as Deena and Josh turned around.

All three of them put their hands up in defense, waterguns still in their hands.

"I got three more over here!" He yelled, most likely to his partner (obviously).

Y/n was calm, well, minus the frantically beating heart due to the current situation they were in that involved them ALL dying.

"Drop your weapon!" He yelled at them, pointing his gun towards them.

"Sir, if you could just let us explain-" Y/n tried, but he ignored her, continuing to tell them to drop their weapons.

Making final glances at the two kids with a nod, they put their waterguns down in sync, keeping one of their hands up in the process.

"Slide it to me." He ordered, to which they did immediately.

Everything was stopped when they heard screaming from the direction of Ziggy and Martin, and the other police man began to run in their direction, leaving the other three behind.

The culprit of the murder was the Milkman, and he had just killed the other police officer as Y/n, Josh, and Deena ran to their next place for the next phase of their plan.

Once Deena told Josh to be careful, Y/n returned the gesture to the girl before splitting up, Y/n making her way to her own door.

This entire time, she hadn't taken a single breath, her eyes moving between the different places of Ziggy, Josh, and Martin. She hoped that nothing would go wrong, but something in her gut told her otherwise.

She eyed the killer tbay was going towards her door, it was Ruby Lane.

And, just like clockwork, each door went down, trapping their individual dead serial killers, tying the ropes, and running.

When Y/n looked over to Ziggy, she quickly noticed the door that didn't close all the way.

Her eyes widened when she realized which one Ziggy was dealing with, and quickly ran over to help her.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Y/n mumbled under her breath as she began to tug and pull at the door along with Ziggy. They finally got it down just as The Nightwing Killer got there, hitting the shutters.

Ziggy ran almost immediately, but Y/n couldn't help but stand there, staring at the dead man with a bag over his head.

The man she used to call her lover. The man whose name used to be Tommy Slater. The guy who used to be sweet and caring, and wouldn't hurt a soul. Turned into a ruthless serial killer all because of Nick Goode.

Part of her was tempted to reach inside, thinking that if she just touched him, maybe something like a miracle would happen, and her Tommy would come back to her.

But that wasn't the case, and she knew it. Her Tommy was gone. Dead. Thrown away. Replaced by a soulless dead murderer.

So, she tore her eyes away, finally deciding to run and join Ziggy.

As she caught up to the redhead, Ziggy noticed the distant look in her eyes, "Hey, are you alright?" She whispered.

Y/n shakes the thoughts of Tommy out of her head and looks towards Ziggy, "Other than the fact we're dealing with multiple dead serial killers due to Goode and his bloodline? Yeah, I'm fine." She sighed.

Ziggy knew better, but she didn't pry. She knew exactly what was on Y/n's mind, and she felt horrible.

All those years, blaming the witch, blaming Tommy for her sister's death, when all along it was the man she thought she could trust.

What she didn't think about was the pain that Y/n had been all these years. What Nick had done to her by turning her boyfriend into a monster. All these years not blaming her, but resenting her. Having conversations over the phone like none of it happened and then suddenly not talking at all.

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"How many is that?" Deena asked her brother, along with him replying as Ziggy and Y/n entered.

"Five." Y/n responded simply.

"We have five." Ziggy followed.

"Skull mask,"

"Nightwing."

"Ruby."

As they continued to talk, Martin quickly shushed them with a series of loud "Yo"'s.

"Why'd it get so quiet?" He asked, eyes wide.

They all looked at each other before abruptly standing up, staring over the counter of the pizza place, looking towards the tree in the middle of the mall.

As they all hid behind the counter again, Ziggy began to breathe heavily, "it's him."

"You don't have to do this." Deena informed the woman, Y/n butting in with a gentle hand on her shoulder.

"Not alone, at least. I can go with you." She told, a reassuring glint in her eyes.

But Ziggy knew better. She knew that if Y/n were to go with her, she would deviate from the plan, make things worse.

Ziggy's eyes moved to Deena, "Yes, I do." She then looked to Y/n, "and no, you're not going with me. You know that's a horrible idea."

She then stood up and crawled over the counter, Y/n tempted to follow her, but Deena held her back as they all watched.

"Mount up." Deena asserted, getting up and going to her place, Sam grunting in zombie-like anger.

For a moment, Y/n had almost forgotten Sam was there, and one by one, the group began to disperse into their places.

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Well, the plan was completely fucked anyways. No fault of Ziggy, or Y/n, or anyone.

Nick now had Ziggy in his grasp, threatening Deena to get the killers away from him as they began to surround him, pointing his gun towards them, though he knew it was pointless.

The only reason the plan was fucked was because he got a hold of Ziggy, but that was quickly dealt with when Nick was stabbed in the back by Skull Mask.

Then, the Milkman had managed to grab Ziggy as she was running away, due to the fact that she now had Deena's blood on her.

Y/n's eyes widened as Josh pointed out the obvious reason to Deena, telling her that her blood got on the redhead.

"Shit!" Y/n cursed as Deena rushed over to help.

Before she knew it, Deena was cutting open her palm, causing a distraction for the monsters to come get her.

Unfortunately, that meant that Skull Mask's attention was ripped away from Nick, which let the horrid man escape.

"Deena!" Y/n yelled, "go after him!"

Josh was also yelling at his sister to go after Goode, "we got him!"

As Deena ran towards Nick's direction, the other three went into a random store, Ziggy throwing her shirt towards the grifter, who was getting closer to them as they closed the shutters.

As much as Y/n was trying to be brave, she could feel her entire body vibrating with fear as she watched the killers closing in.

"Ok," Martin began, "we need a plan B, like, now."

He said as they watched the Grifter pick up the bloody shirt.

"No." Josh said, "we just need more plan A!"

Y/n's eyes followed the Nightwing Killer. If more of the "Plan A" was that they all ran out there and distracted the separate serial killers more, she knew which one she was gonna go after.

Half of her was worried about Deena. She was alone down there with Goode, and with the lack of Ruby Lane being seen now, she was terrified that the dead girl would be going after the very much alive girl.

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As they all ran out and reached for their waterguns, they each chose a serial killer to spray.

The grifter, by Ziggy, Skull Mask by Josh, Milkman by Martin, and the Nightwing Killer by Y/n.

They all hid in another store, hiding behind the window as they huddled together.

"I got that creepy perv motherfucker in the bullseye." Martin smirked. "This is gonna work, right?" He said slightly more worried as the milk man was walking towards them.

Before they knew it, Milkman was getting thrown by Grifter, then the Grifter was attacked by Tom-Nightwing, who was getting attacked by Skull Mask.

The group stood up, looking at the fight with wide eyes as Nightwing's axe was flung to the front of the window they were at.

The plan was working. They were killing each other.

"Guys?" Josh uttered, staring at deathly Sam running in the direction of where Deena and Nick had gone.

Ziggy and Y/n looked at him as he spoke again, "we lost Sam."

"Oh. Fuck." Y/n replied as they watched the doors close.

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"Right now they're dead, but that's not gonna last. We don't have a lot of time. We have to get ready to fight." Josh ranted as he opened the shutter door.

"Wait." Ziggy said, pulling Josh back, "what is that?"

Y/n swore for the millionth time that night as she looked in the direction of where Ziggy was looking. There, walking and banging his baseball bat against the ground, was Billy Barker. Another dead serial killer. Great.

He then began to bang on the candy machines, and suddenly they heard Ruby Lane's distant singing. She was back.

Y/n was thankful she hadn't gone after Deena after all.

"Ok. OK. You know what?" Martin began as he backed up, grabbing his watergun and pumping it, "at least we still have magic blood." He went to spray it, but nothing came out. He sighed, "I'm tapped."

Ziggy and Y/n went after theirs, both trying and failing. "Me too." Ziggy replies.

"Motherfucker. Really?" Y/n groaned as she threw down her empty watergun.

"No, no, no!" Josh began frantically, "we can find other weapons! W-we can use the delivery hallway, outflank them!" He stuttered, "W-We-"

He was cut off my Martin suggesting to wait it out.

"What?" Josh replied in disbelief, "No, no! No, we're too close! Too many people have died, and I'm not letting them take my sister, too! We have to protect her."

Ziggy and Martin looked away from him as Y/n stared, heart breaking at the kid's pleads. He even said please.

Y/n looked around at the other two adults in the room, who seemed to have given up.

She shook her head, taking a deep breath and moving to Josh's side, putting a shaky hand on Josh's shoulder. "The kid's right. We can't give up now. There must be some other thing that we can do to stop them. I'm not letting anyone else die today, not when we're so close to the finish line. So, either you help come up with an idea, or you stay here like cowards whilst I run out there like an idiot to be a distraction. Your choice."

When the two stayed silent, she made her way out of the store, picking up Tomm-Nightwing's axe and gripping it tightly as Josh and the other two followed her, standing near the store entrance.

She took a deep breath, glancing at Josh and nodding at him before standing up and beginning to walk.

She knew it was stupid. She could get herself killed by doing this, but she had to. Someone had to be the brave adult and sacrifice, and she wasn't about to let Josh do it.

She could see the eagerness in his eyes when she had picked up the axe. She knew that he wanted to yank it from her grasp and do it himself, but she couldn't let that happen. Because if Deena survives, Josh has to as well.

She's not letting another kid grow up without a sibling. She can't stand there and watch helplessly.

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She spotted Ruby Lane first, her breathing unsteady as her heart began to beat fast in her chest once more, her grip on the axe as tight as can be.

Josh watched, repeating the ultimate cheat code under his breath. Though he had only spent a short time with the woman under deathly circumstances, he wanted her to come out of this alive. After everything she had been through, she deserves a good ending. One where she doesn't have to grieve, or worry, or get angry over.

Taking a deep breath, Y/n swings the axe into Ruby's shoulder, knocking her down and spraying blood everywhere.

She swings again, but misses and hits the wall, giving Ruby a chance to turn around and swing her blade into the woman's side, slicing it and making her cry out.

Ruby had gotten the hold over her, grabbing at her face trying to tear it apart.

Thats when Josh rushed over without a thought, grabbing the abandoned axe and swinging it into Ruby, making her let go of Y/n.

Unfortunately, it meant that Ruby's attention was now on Josh, and she got a hold of him, doing the same thing to her.

She wanted to help him, but Josh yelled at her to run, so holding her side, she began to limp away, forgetting about the discarded axe.

As Josh was yelling "get off of me!" And trying to avoid Ruby's blade with a now injured shoulder, she was shot through the head.

As Ruby fell, Y/n and Josh looked to see Ziggy holding a gun, and Martin beside her.

"That's one." She pointed out.

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The three were now standing side by side, Y/n holding her side whilst Josh held his shoulder, Ziggy pointing her gun towards the enclosing killers.

Ziggy shot Billy twice, though it had no affect due to his mask being in the way, and as she went for her third shot, all the gun did was click. She was out.

"I'm...that's it!" She cried out, and Billy began walking towards them again, banging his bat against the ground as he did so.

Meanwhile, Ruby was finally getting up, glaring at the group as she slowly raised from the ground.

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Suddenly, Y/n found herself being tackled by Nightwing, the others distracted by the other serial killers.

She struggled under him, he had his axe back.

As she looked at him, she could see the faint outline of his face from behind the mask, his axe raising to hit her.

She felt herself pleading to him, begging him not to do it, as if he'd listen.

She called him by his name over and over, "Tommy. Tommy please!", "Tommy don't!", "Tommy, this isn't you!"

She knew he couldn't hear her. He was long gone, nothing but a puppet made for Goode's terrible intentions.

But still, she called him by his name. She cried, and screamed, feeling her throat getting raw.

And for a moment, she swore she saw him pause, like for that singular second, her boyfriend had returned.

Or maybe it was her mind playing tricks on her due to the adrenaline and fear running through her veins. Even so, the axe began to swing down.

So, she closed her eyes, waiting for the searing pain of the axe slicing through her flesh, waiting for darkness to swallow her whole for eternity.

But, it never came.

And suddenly, she heard cheering.

As she opened her eyes, Tommy Slater, the Nightwing Killer of '78, was no longer on top of her. And the axe, no longer a threat to her life.

Deena had done it. All of the killers were gone, and so was Nick Goode.

She shot up, slightly disoriented as she looked in the direction of Ziggy, Martin, and Josh.

They all had gigantic grins on their faces as they quickly moved to her, Ziggy helping the woman up and immediately hugging her.

"She did it." Ziggy cried out happily as she gripped onto her old best friend. The girl she relied on when she couldn't rely on her sister all those years ago.

Y/n smiled, hugging the girl back as she pretended she wasn't in a huge amount of pain, not wanting to ruin the moment.

Some part of her felt a tinge of sadness, though, at the thought of never seeing Tommy again.

But the other part of her was relieved. And happy, and that feeling of guilt began to wash away.

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Y/n entered her home with a sigh of relief, excited about the fact she could finally take a shower after the stressful (and almost deathly) night she had.

As she walked into her room to gather her first aide kit (she didn't want to bother going to the hospital) as well as some new clothes, she spotted the photograph that she had abandoned on her bed.

She smiled as she walked over and picked it up, staring at the blurry photo of Tommy, hugging it close.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, opening them as she exhaled, and walked over to her dresser that was littered with several similar photos from her days at camp.

She placed it between the photo of her, Ziggy, and Cindy, and the photo of her, Alice, and Artie. Completing the collection.

She stepped back, a fond and gentle smile replacing her normal one as she finally looked at them without feeling grief.

As she turned to go dress her wound, she could've sworn she felt something cold touch her shoulder.

She shrugged it off as just blood loss, and closed her bedroom door.

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YOUVE REACHED THE END!!! YAY!!!

After years of me putting this fic off, it is finally done. And yes, it's a little long, but I hope you enjoy it nonetheless.

Also, I'm aware I kinda made Y/n steal Josh's thunder near the end there, but I needed to for plot reasons 😃👍

Anyways, I hope you enjoyed, and if you'd like to see more of this type of stuff in the future, please please PLEASE like, comment, reblog, and maybe even invade my ask box!

Love you all, bye-bye <3333

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[Sacrifice] Simon kalivoda x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And stating, “Tons like a thousand!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you thought being stabbed was bad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“simon…si-“

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

“Simon-” Your grip, tightened.

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

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

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

“Si I want you, t-to have it.”

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

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

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

“Oh si- p-please don’t cry…”

He didn’t even realise he had been crying.

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

“Remember…I’ll always…be… with you-“

“I love you”

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

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

“Cmon y/n” smack! “wake up!” Smack!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You so are!”

“Am not!” You pushed

Simon smiled “Are too”

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

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

“Oh shut up! You blushed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n?”

“Mm”

“I actually didn’t lose the necklace…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“she’s dead because of me…”

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It Had to be Done

Nick Goode x reader

Requested by: anon. Can I request a Nick Goode with a love quinn type of wife who is extremely giving and liked by people and an ideal partner, but she has not hesitation killing to protect her family including keeping her husband's secret safe?

Warnings: mentions of killing, blood, death

A/n: okay, this is my first fic I'm SO proud of, I like it so much, besties.

He was laying in your bed with you sound asleep in his arms; your delicate hand laying there on his chest just above his heart. The night was in its full glory; moon shining through the curtains, light illuminating your beautiful face. Nick looked at you and kissed your forehead, trying not to wake you up. Moments like this were very rare nowadays, with his job and your want to make Sunnyvale even better for your future kids.

Kids. He couldn’t believe he was thinking about it; not just dreaming but really considering it. Before he married you, Nick promised himself to never get married and never have kids; he didn’t want them to become just like him. But meeting you was what changed his life forever. His emotions, his motivation, his plans. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to him. Before you, he thought Ziggy was the person he couldn’t fall out of love with. She was always there, in the back of his mind, constantly reminding him of his failure as a son, as a boy and as a man.

From the very beginning, you never treated him the way he was treating himself; you never spoke or even thought lowly of him, telling him every day that he’s the person who’s making their city better and better every day. Nick couldn’t remember a day without you telling him that he’s the smartest and the most handsome man you’ve ever met. With you by his side he was happy to the point of being afraid to wake and realize that his sick mind just created you out of nowhere, mixing all the traits that could compose a perfect woman, and that all that was just a dream.

The opportunity of seeing you every day, waking up by your side, talking to you was something he wouldn’t trade for the world. The moment he told you about his not so little secret, he was scared to death of you turning your back to him and never going back. But you surprised him yet again. He’ll never forget your soft hands on his cheeks, your soft quiet voice saying that you’ll never leave him, no matter what. Nick still remembers your tentative steps and careful touches when you explored the place you thought was just a basement. You never brought it up again.

You only asked Nick about it when the Shadyside mall incident happened; his answer was simple, “It had to be done”.

You wouldn’t have any more questions, but you started to see a particular teenage girl pretty often. After the very touching ceremony in memory of those who died tragically in the mall, you joined Nick, having a little hope to spend some time with your husband alone, but something happened in the woods. Stupid teenagers couldn’t keep it easy, you thought. You sat there in sheriff’s car, just watching. Then, one night you couldn’t sleep and decided to drop something to eat for Nick and Kapinski. The whole gang was there, trying to say something about the skull mask killer trying to get them. You left the department and went straight home, hoping to see Nick there.

‘Did he choose the wrong one?’, was all you could think about, pacing the room again and again. When you confronted Nick about it, he told you that he has everything under control and that you don’t have to worry about it. Control, my ass.

That faithful night, you were down there, sitting beside the stones, hoping to never use the knife you were holding. Nick told you about the secret tunnels that connected some spots in both cities to his house, so you knew, if something happens, he will go here.

The moment you heard his voice, you started to follow it, then Deena’s scream followed. The moment you saw Nick, you knew something was wrong. He looked puzzled, scared, confused. He looked like he saw everything what has to do with the place you were currently in. Deena was clutching a knife in her hand, raising it higher and higher. It probably lasted seconds, but you were feeling like everything was too slow in that moment. Crying out, you were stabbing her in the back. It didn’t kill Deena, the adrenalin was still keeping her alive and fighting. The knife she wanted to pierce through Nick’s head, ended up injuring his neck. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him sitting down helplessly, trying to stop the blood that was oozing out of the wound. Deena turned to you and tried to stab you, with a weak scream leaving her mouth.

You pushed her, making the knife fall out of her hand, “You act all pure and noble, like you have reasons to just stab people! But when I do it, I'm some manic nut job!”. Deena was trying to grab her knife, “He’s a killer! Don’t protect him, just run away!” You took a moment to look at Nick, panic overflowing you for a second, as you saw him laying on the floor, eyed closed. You didn’t have more time to think about it, as you felt sharp pain in your shoulder. You cried out, holding your knife tighter and trying to hit the girl again. “He’s my husband! And I’ll kill anyone to protect him!” With the final blow to her chest, she dropped to the floor unconscious. You took a few deep breaths and ran to Nick.

He died that night. With horrible images running through his head, with the knowledge that he doesn’t have enough strength to protect you, the love of his life. Seeing you fight for him, for the life you two had. He didn’t see the final act, your eyes burning with rage as you finished off the teenager.

He only saw your bandaged shoulder, fabric red with blood in a few places. Saw your eyes glowing with unshed tears and feeling of relief. Saw white walls and ceiling in his hospital room. Something tight blocking his neck, nor allowing to turn it.

Horrible pictures he saw the night before seemed like a bad dream; only the pain in the neck reminding him that he should’ve been dead.

He felt your soft lips on the scar he hated so much. Nick blinked a few times, chasing away the horrible memories that took place two years ago. You kissed his jaw and stroked his chest, lowering your head above his heart. “Honey, you need to sleep, our kids will wake you up too early again”, your gentle voice was still laced with sleep. “Yeah, I was just thinking…how grateful I am to have you”, you felt his arm holding you a little bit tighter. You smiled and felt yourself slowly drifting back to sleep.

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Maldições Final

• Fear Street . 1978 - "Eu juro, se eu pudesse eu mudaria a história deles, eu tentaria fazer eles viver" Foi o que ela disse a si mesma.

Odeio o que me tornei, o pesadelo apenas começou. Estou caminhando nessa floresta faz cerca de alguns minutos, não sei ao certo, perdi a noção do tempo. Minhas roupas ganharam mais rasgados por causa dos galhos das árvores que se prendem mas isso não importa o que realmente me deixa aliviada é o fato de eu não ter encontrado nenhum Shadyside na floresta, melhor dizendo, nenhuma das crianças, espero não encontrar uma no final. Eu consegui me fazer correr o máximo que pude quando estava consciente mas agora a única coisa que eu consigo ter um pouco de controle é a minha fala. Eu pensei em uma maneira perfeita de atacar o Nick, ele se suja com o sangue de várias vítimas e isso fez com que Tommy o acertasse na perna, infelizmente já sei que terei que sacrificar crianças para poder salvar outras, isso não é justo, isso me deixa triste. Olhando ao meu redor vejo que as árvores agora a floresta menos cheia o que significa que eu estou chegando perto do acampamento. Tommy. Cindy. Alice. Saiam dessa maldita caverns o mais rápido possível e me matem antes que seja vocês. Apenas um pequeno sacrifício. Sinto meu pé esquerdo bater contra algo fazendo eu quase cair, me equilibro novamente e olho para o chão. É uma estúpida pedra. Ignoro o volto a andar mas sentindo um pouco de dor por causa da batida, ótimo, não ironicamente isso é ótimo, dificultar meu corpo pode ajudar eles a ganhar mais tempo! Estou conseguindo ver um pouco do acampamento aqui, isso sim é péssimo. Ah merda, merda! Essa é a cabana que o Jeremy fica!! Não não!! Pelo amor de deus vira para outra direção! Esse maldito corpo que não posso controla, por favor Jeremy que você não esteja aí, que não tenha prendido aqueles garotos de Sunnyvale, por favor só confirme essas mentiras para mim! Estou cada vez mais perto da cabana e pela janela consigo ver que Jeremy avistou o outro grupo do lago de fora de sua cabana, bem que eu poderia ser competente o suficiente de matar esse grupo, não é? Jeremy abre a porta um chute e observa só redor a procura de alguém quando os garotos saíram do escuro jogando ovos o chamando de nerd e rapidamente eles entram na cabana salvando o resto de sua equipe prisioneira, pobre Jeremy tenta os fazer escutar. — " Ei! Isso não é justo! Não!! Ei ei!! Cara.. " Ele balança os braços e limpa seu rosto e óculos sujo de ovos, sem que eu perceba eu estou na frente da cabana e Jeremy está se virando para trás, ao se virar ele me vê, toda ensanguentada e suja de galhos e terra, sinto meus olhos de encherem de lágrimas. — " S/n? " Ele me chama confuso. Fique longe de mim, a besta é feia. Entro na cabana segurando o machado com firmeza e rapidamente o ataco no rosto dando vários golpes. Jeremy, me desculpa, eu sinto muito!! Você é um bom garoto não merecia estar passando por isso! Você não merecia morrer nas mãos de alguém que você teve sua primeira paixão, para alguém que sempre te elogiava e apoiava, me desculpa por te fazer passar por todo esse sofrimento de morte, primeiro você sente dor e depois vazio, não é? Eu dei como é, isso é doloroso demais para um simples garotinho. Vendo o estado final do corpo, não, isso não é mais um corpo. Eu fatiei esse garoto em pedaços, arranhei seus braços, abri seu torax, desfigurei o seu rosto e arranquei a sua cabeça, eu posso ver um pouco de seu cérebro por causa das entradas e vejo seus ossos todos quebrados. Sinto meu estômago revirar com essa visão, uma lágrima cai de meu olhos rolando em meu rosto, saio da cabana e retorno a minha busca. Você merecia viver, Jeremy. Eu sinto a raiva e eu simplesmente não consigo segurar.

Mesmo estando longe do local consigo ouvir a gritaria da multidão de pessoas que se formaram só descobrir o corpo, tento não olhar pra trás para não ter que lidar com essa cena mas consigo ouvir Nick ordenando que todos fossem para o refeitório, só de ouvir sua voz desejei por um momento me virar, mas não dou estúpida, não nesse nível. Enquanto estou caminhando uma rápida visão de todos os assassinos de Shadyside, todas as mortes causa e por último estava eu, matando Arnie. Recupero o fôlego que perdi por um instante, Alice deve ter tocado naquela pilha nojenta de carne, sinto muito por você ter visto isso. Alice, só por favor, não me odeie. Escuto Gary batendo no sinal tentando chamar atenção de todas as pessoas acampamento, ele também grita, Nick deve estar agora contando o número de pessoas, espera, Joan e Kurt. Joan sua idiota se eu te encontrar e você ter transado com o Kurt eu vou te matar! Não no sentido literal, mas infelizmente eu farei. Vejo o chalé de Kurt e sua janela está aberta o que me deu uma visão da Joan, bom, até em gemido eu consigo escutar de longe, ela está vestindo uma blusa azul e acendeu um baseado nas poucos segundos é obrigada a apagar por causa de Kurt, entro no chalé sem que os dois escutem mas deixo a porta meio aberta e então vejo Joan passando por mim percebendo que alguém havia entrado no quarto do seu parceiro. Ao se virar para trás ela me percebe. — " S/n?! " Joan questiona surpresa ao me ver assim, ao chegar mais perto ela solta um grito e eu a acerto no peito e na cabeça, fecho meus olhos com força e rapidamente saio do local. Desculpa Joan. Eu posso sentir por baixo da minha pele. Eu devo confessar, eu me sinto como um monstro.

Abro meus olhos e olho ao redor a procura de mais pessoas, eu não deveria ter matado eles dois, eu poderia ter matado apenas um pessoa e esperado que Nick se sujasse mas eu tenho certeza que não funcionária, por mais que eu quisesse que fosse assim. Eu não mereço perdão. Cada um lida com Shadyside do seu jeito, como Alice disse. Escuto os gritos de Ziggy para Nick o tentando lembrar da Sheila, a cena do banheiro! Talvez eu consiga mudar nisso! Sinto meu rosto dar um sorriso tremido, talvez eu ainda tenha um pouco de controle, percebo uma luz vindo de uma das cabanas, a de artes, chegou a minha maldita hora. Meu corpo caminha em direção a cabana, a chama se apaga uma vez mas novamente é acendida o que dá para os dois a visão de mim na entrada, me desculpa, outra lágrimas desce do meu rosto. — " Monitora S/n? " A menina me questiona mas eu não respondo, apenas acerto o seu corpo com vários golpes do machado, eu não tenho luz, não vejo o que faço mas sei que estou sendo cruel com eles. Seu gritos de dor. Agonia. Desespero me cercam. Eu nunca vou os esquecer. Eu prefiro morrer do que viver uma vida toda lidando com isso, lidando com o peso dessas mortes. Por que ninguém vem me salvar disso? Isso está me quebrando. Já fora da cabana eu vejo Ziggy indo até o banheiro para ajudar Sheila, se eu pudesse mataria esse garota, automaticamente meu corpo começa a andar em direção ao banheiro, escuto Ziggy brigando com Sheila, ela implora pra ser escutada e então acerta um soco no rosto após levar um tapa. Gary entrou no banheiro por também ter escutado os barulhos da briga. Cindy, Alice e Tommy começaram a gritar por ajuda! Graças a Deus vocês estão bem! Meu rosto da um sorriso mal feito mas é melhor do que o anterior, isso significa que tenho mais controle, maravilha! — " A minha irmã tá privada! " Ziggy diz para Gary, ela fala tão alto a ponto de eu ter escutado estando a alguns metros de distância? Mas bem que eu queria rir dessa fala, Nick já deve estar encontrando os corpo e o Kurt, agora eu posso matar esse desgraçado. Começo a dar os primeiros passos entrando no banheiro e sinto uma grande adrenalina invadir o meu corpo. Eu gosto de adrenalina. Quando Alice já estava perto de sair daquela caverna eu entro no banheiro segurando o machado com as duas mãos, Gary olha pra mim mas antes que eu pudesse pensar no que fazer eu o acerto no pescoço arrancando sua cabeça e fazendo seu sangue jorrar, Ziggy grita ao ver a cena, Alice cai e o corpo de Gary é levado junto deixando só a cabeça no banheiro, e ao ver o cadáver todos os três gritam. Ziggy assustada começa a se afastar de mim mas eu grito trêmula.

— " Não!! Não vá!! " O que a deixa mais assustada e surpresa o que resultam nela olhando para mim confusa, Tommy deve ter me escutado pois ele foi o primeiro a ficar em silêncio, começo a andar em direção a Ziggy segurando o machado em um mão. Olho ela de cima abaixo com tristeza, coloco a minha mão em sua bochecha e a desço até seu pescoço erguendo seu queixo, sinto ela engolir seco com medo de que eu a enforcar se. — " Ziggy..! " Eu digo tristemente feliz, eu consegui sorrir com facilidade, sinto meus olhos se enchendo de mais lágrimas. — " Por favor, apenas me mate. " Eu a peço tentando segurar as minhas lágrimas mas algumas escapam, Ziggy me olha atordoada e começa a balançar a cabeça negativamente e a dizer. — " Não.. não! Eu não posso! Voc- " Eu a interrompi. — " Você pode! É só pegar a droga desse machado e acertar minha cabeça! Não há escapatória para mim, ele quer minha alma, meu coração." Eu digo enquanto ele ainda fica discordando de mim. — " Você vão sair vivos, com quem vocês amam e vão ser muito felizes, é só dizer que eu fui a culpada de tudo! " Eu digo mas a Ziggy solta um berro. — " Não!! " Isso faz com que Cindy comece a gritar mais ainda preocupada, eu consigo ouvir que ela está chorando. — " Eu não posso matar a única pessoa boa que me restou! " Eu abro a minha boca pra falar mas dou acertada com soco no rosto me fazendo cair no chão, sinto minha consciência apagando e minha visão escurecendo até que eu não escuto mais nada.

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Começo a abri meus olhos, meu corpo está molhado e alguém chama pelo meu nome me dando leves tapas na bochecha, minha visão se acostuma com a luz e consigo ver a pessoa a minha frente, é a Sarah Fier! — " Sarah? " A chamo confusa, ela solta um sorriso de alívio ao me ouvir. — " Graças a Deus! Pensei que tivesse morrido! " Ela me responde e tão me abraça,mesmo eu estando molhada, seu abraço é forte. — " O que aconteceu? " A questiono confusa, não tenho memória do que aconteceu antes de mim acordar, ela afrouxa o abraço e me olha. — " Estávamos caminhando juntas quando você decidiu brincar de andar nas pedras do rio, eu te avisei que era perigoso mas você não me escutou e foi quando você caiu na água e bateu a cabeça, por um momento pensei que tivesse morrido. " Ela me explica os acontecimentos e flash vem na minha cabeça, ela estava dizendo a verdade, eu a olho e dou um sorriso fraco. — " Né desculpa, deveria ter te escutado. " Eu peço por perdão a ela e que de resposta foi ela dando risada e me levantando. — " Agora vamos, tenho que entregar esse pestinha para Solomon. " Ela diz com um sorriso no rosto voltando a caminhar e eu a sigo. — " Com essas vestes toda molhada? É melhor eu ficar no lado de fora esperando que o Sol me seque. " Comento para ela só de minha situação com os trajes e recebi como resposta sua doce risada. Algo chegarmos na residência de Solomon eu me mantenho sentada em uma pedra para que eu possa me secar mais que eu fui seca em todo o caminho para cá, Sarah me olha mas segue em frente entrando na casa, olho para os dois túmulos ao meu lado, esposa e filho, foi uma triste tragédia. Vejo Sarah saindo da casa e Solomon está lá parado na porta vendo ela sair até perceber minha presença. — " Pensei que sereias gostassem de água. " Ele zomba de mim, reviro os olhos rindo da sua piada. — " Eu pesco os peixes não sou um deles! " O respondo e entrelaço meus braços com os de Sarah, vejo a garota rindo de mim e dou um tapa em seu ombro a fazendo soltar uma risada.

Estamos de volta ao vilarejo, aceno a cabeça para algumas pessoas como forma de cumprimentar, vejo Thomas andando bêbedo até seus olhos me encontrarem fazendo ele vim em minha direção. Sarah suspira de irritação. Thomas chega perto de mim e começa a dizer. — " A sereia acabou de se alimentar de mais um pescador? " Ele pergunta me provocando. — " Nunca devoraria meu próprio pai. " Devolvo na mesma moeda, o bêbado sorri, uso a minha mão para colocar em seu peito e o empurrar para longe. Continuando a caminhar com Sarah vejo a mulher revirar os olhos e olhar para mim. — " Por que te chamam tanto de sereia? " Ele me questiona curiosa. — " Talvez pela minha aparência, ou só pelo fato de eu ser uma pescadora e a única coisa que eu faço e espantar os homens de meus alvos. Não gosto de dividir minha comida. " Respondo com o nariz empinado e lanço um olhar sarcástico para a morena, ela sorri. A deixo na porta de sua casa e aceno como despedida, caminho em direção a minha casa e vejo meu pai vendo como está a nossa plantação, abro a porta da cerca e entro no jardim e digo para meu pai: — " Não vai pescar hoje? " O pego de surpreso, ele se vira para mim e sorri antes de responder. — " Mais tarde, os peixes ainda devem estar acordando. Sua mãe deve estar precisando de ajuda, melhor entrar. " Ele sugere e aceno a cabeça em concordância enquanto entro na casa, encontro minha mãe preparando a nossa comida, distraída demais para me notar. — " Precisa de ajuda? " A pergunto. — " Pega as cenouras e as corte para mim. " Ele ordena e obedeço pegando a faca e as cenouras, sinto a mais velha olhar para mim e mas voltar seu foco a comida. — " Você vai sair essa noite, não é? " Meu sangue gela com a sua pergunta repentina, como ela descobriu? Gaguejo antes de falar. — " N-Não! Por que acha isso? " A questiono tentando não parecer nervosa. — " Não precisa se preocupar, eu também já fiz isso, só seja discreta e não faça barulho para não acordar seu pai. " Ela me responde olhando nos meus olhos, solto um suspiro de alívio e dou um sorriso de agradecimento.

As águas do rio tocam os meus pés, é de tarde e meu pai me deu permissão para que eu pudesse ficar um pouco mais de tempo no rio, irei aproveitar para me banhar para o encontro que terei ao anoitecer. Retiro os meus trajes começando pela blusa, desamarrando, desço a minha grande saia de meus quadris, estando totalmente nua entro lentamente na água a abraçando com paixão. Entro e saio para superfície para recuperar meu fôlego. Nado como se eu estivesse dançando ao redor de uma fogueira, a sensação de estar sozinha apenas com aquilo que me conecto. — " Está tentando me seduzir? " Me assusto com a voz masculina e viro minha cabeça para sua direção, suspiro de alívio ao ver que é Thomas, não é a melhor pessoa para se encontrar mas é melhor do que qualquer outro, passo a mão em meus cabelos e olho para ele. — " Se sente seduzido? " O provoco. — " Talvez. " Ele respondo me fazendo rir. — " Então vamos dizer que sim. " Ele chega mais perto da beira do rio. — " Não somos casados, S/n, tenho que resistir aos desejos carnais. " Ele tenta novamente me provocar mas isso só faz soltar outra risada, olho para ele, ficamos por alguns segundos se olhando intensamente, seus olhos são claros como essas águas, seus cabelos são loiros mas com essa sujeira estão escurecidos, sua barba é crescida mas isso só dá um charme a mais. — " Você está sujo, entre e tome um banho. " Faço um oferta ousada, seus olhos se arregalam de surpresa mas logo aparece um sorriso malicioso no rosto. — " É uma oferta tentadora, você é perversa, s/n. " Reviro meus olhos e respondo: — " Estou sendo generosa com você, não gosto de dividir. " O corrijo, me viro de costas para que ele possa se despir, escuro o barulho de seus trajes sendo retirados e jogados, a água começa a se movimentar com seus movimentos, seu corpo está cada vez mais perto de mim e quando ele estava muito perto me afasto e me viro em sua direção. — " Não sou uma presa fácil, tente me pegar. " Encorajo, começo a andar em círculos ao seu redor mas ele entra na água me pegando de surpresa. Olho ao redor a procura de sua presença quando sou pega por baixo, solto um grito de susto e olho para seu rosto que mostra diversão. — " Eu consegui. " Ele responde sussurrando no meu ouvido, um sorriso surge em meus lábios e olho para ele. — " Você me pegou. " Eu digo, ele não me responde, começamos a se olhar seus olhos iam dos meus para meus lábios e voltavam, olho para seu olho esquerdo e depois para o direito e desço meu olhar para o seus lábios que pareciam tão tentadores. Uma estranha tensão surgiu entre nós, isso é tão excitante, não sei quando começamos a nós aproximar mas seu rosto está centímetros do meu, coloco minha mão em sua bochecha e o puxo para um beijo lento e apaixonado, seria estranho confessar que tenho uma queda pelo bêbado do Thomas, suas mãos vão para minha cintura me puxando para mais perto, nós afastamos para recuperar o fôlego mas ele volta com um beijo mais intenso.

Me encontro em meu quarto olhando a janela a espera do anoitecer, vejo se Sarah e as outras já saíram de sua casa, ao perceber algumas pessoas saindo visto o meu capuz e saio de meu quarto descendo em silêncio as escadas da entrada da casa, fecho a porta e saio em direção das garotas. Estamos caminhando pela floresta em busca da viúva, uma caminhada demorada. — " Os frutos nós permitem ver um mundo além do nosso. Só com uma mordida. " Lizzie nós contou. — " Por que uma velha precisa disso? " Sarah questiona Lizzie. — " Ela não é uma velha qualquer, a viúva tem mil anos de idade! Ela bebe o sangue das virgens para de manter jovem. " Lizzie diz uma curiosidade o que faz Sarah sorrir antes de dizer ironicamente. — " Então você está salva. " Lizzie olha para Sara, Sarah ri e depois olha para Hannah. — " A viúva sacrificou o marido para se tornar a noiva do diabo, foi como ganhou a vida eterna. " Lizzie fala mais da viúva me deixando curiosa. — " Solomon me disse que ela convive com os nativos, e que ela até se apaixonou por um deles. " Eu digo olhando para o chão ao lembrar desse fato me contado. — " por isso ela foi exilada, e também aprendeu a medicina deles. O Solomon me contou. " Sarah conta me fazendo prestar atenção em casa palavra que diz. Sarah fecho um pouco de sua expressão antes de retornar. — " Ele levou a esposa para ela após perder o filho mas.. era tarde demais. " Ela conta tristemente, sinto pena por tudo que ele passou, Hannah olha pro caminho e depois olha pra Lizzie e diz: — " tem certeza que esse é o caminho certo? Como sabe a onde vamos? " A loira a questiona fazendo ela parar de andar e se virar para nós. — " Eu já estive aqui antes, lembra quando Abigail estava com o anel em chamas? " Ela nós lembrando fazendo todas rirem. — " Ela estava se coçando como um cachorro durante o sermão do meu pai. Minha mãe disse que ela tinha dormido com o demônio, o presente do diabo. " Hannah nós conta. — " Está mais para o presente do louco Thomas. " Sarah fala sarcasticamente mas eu fico com silêncio com o comentário, talvez eu tenha sentido um pouco de ciúmes, talvez eu tenha revirado um pouco dos meus olhos, apenas talvez. — " Quem quer que tenha sido a Abigail me fez a acompanhar até a a viúva. " A Lizzie diz fazendo nós voltar a andar. — " E a viúva curou com bruxaria? " Hannah a pergunta curiosa. — " Sim, bruxaria, e uma pasta fedorenta feita para vadias como a Abigail Berman. " Lizzie diz me fazendo sorrir, a poucos metros estava a casa da viúva.

Lizzie nós mandou procurar os frutos, ela foi junto de Hannah e eu fiquei com Sarah, olhando o local analisando os seus objetos mágicos estranho dou de cara com uma caixa chamativa. — " Ei Sarah! Vem ver isso! " A chamo para descobrir o que está dentro da caixa preta que por sorte está aberta, ao seu aberto encontramos um livro grande de várias páginas, mais páginas que a própria bíblia, Sarah abre o livro parando em uma página com várias coisas escritas, ela passa as páginas as analisando, paramos em uma onde está o desenho do diabo. — " Abadom. " Sarah lê. — " Azazel. " Eu leio. — " Belzebu. " — " Moloque. " Sarah fica alguns segundos em silêncio antes de dizer. — " Satanás. " Ela diz. — " Não! " Rapidamente nós levantamos e demos de cara com a viúva atrás de nós. — " Viúva... " Sarah sussurra. — " O véu se tornou fino com a virada da lua, e com ele a estrela da manhã se ergue. Cuidado com o diabo. Ele mora neste livro. É assim que ele é invocado. " A viúva agarra o pulso de Sarah que segurava uma faca como forma de proteger, ela deixa a faca em sua bochecha quase a perfurando. — " ele te sente agora, e se não tomar cuidado, ele vai entrar na sua pele e te devorar de entro pra fora. " Olho pra situação assutada quando Hannah aparece chamando pelo nome de Sarah. A viúva começa a nós ordenar para ir embora. — " Vai embora! Vai embora!! Fora, fora!! Saiam todas!! " Saímos correndo da casa da bruxa, sua casa balançava com o vento e sua fogueira ficava agitada. Ao chegarmos no local destinado vemos várias pessoas, algumas estão dançando, conversando, outras se beijando se rendendo aos pecados da carne, todos estão bêbados. Encontramos Abigail na fogueira tomando alguma coisa com o nosso companheiro, ao chamarmos sua atenção eles dois olham para trás dando de cara com Lizzie. — " A lua cheia surge. " Ela diz estendendo a mão mostrando os frutos que ela tinha pego. Todos nós reunimos em um círculo e começamos a pegar um fruto de sua mão, Hannah olha pra Sarah antes de comer a fruta. — " Aos frutos da terra. " Hannah diz com um sorriso no rosto, Sarah olha e depois come a fruta e logo em seguida faço o mesmo. Eu não sei o que tem nesse fruto mas ele é incrível, sinto como se eu estivesse no paraíso, meu corpo está leve enquanto girando a minha mente está em outro lugar enquanto estou dançando, é como se eu estivesse no mar sem realmente estar nele, meu corpo está suave. Vejo um homem agarrar Hannah forçando a tirar suas vestes quando Sarah entra no meio o empurrado, o homem diz algo sobre ela ser uma cadela e recebe um soco na cara. — "Deveria procurar por um mula, ela não repara no curto tenho de seu órgão! " Digo a ele defendendo Sarah , as pessoas riem, estou com um sorriso provocante no rosto , o homem olha pra mim e sai irritado enquanto isso Sarah e Hannah sai de mãos dadas para algum lugar mais privado, eu já sei que essas duas vão aprontar.

Caminhei pela floresta inteira sozinha, foi a melhor sensação que eu tive, estar sozinha apenas na presença da lua, das árvores, dos pássaros, dos insetos, sem ter medo de ser violada, caminhei tanto que não percebi que já havia retornado para o vilarejo onde eu vejo Sarah e Hannah dando um beijo de despedida, dou um sorriso ao ver as duas juntas e volto a caminhar em direção de minha casa quando escuto alguém me chamar. — " S/n, s/n, não deveria estar fora de casa tão tarde. " Thomas, bêbado, diz para mim enquanto dá um gole em sua bebida, fico alguns segundos em silêncio antes de responder. — " Digo o mesmo para você. Deveria beber menos. " Eu o aconselho voltando a caminhar. Entro em minha casa silenciosamente e vou em direção ao meu quarto, retiro minha saia me deixando apenas de camisola. Sou violentamente acordada pela a minha mãe. — " Acorde! Já é seis e meia!! " Me levanto coçando meus olhos e dando apenas grunido de resposta a minha mãe, a mulher sai de meu quarto e volta a fazer o que antes fazia, visto meus trajes e prendo o meu cabelo, vou até a cozinha e pego um pão para que eu possa me alimentar e de canto de olho vejo a minha mãe rezando algum terço, chego mais perto dela e a questiono. — " Aconteceu alguma coisa, mãe? " Ela se cala antes de me responder. — " O pastor está doente, estou rezando para que ele fique bem. " Ela me responde seca o que me deixa confusa e triste pela maneira mas ignoro e saio de casa, meu pai não está na plantação, estranho, abro a porta do cercado e saio até o vilarejo dando alguns passos até ver a Sarah ser jogada para fora da casa do pastor. — " Deus sabe quem você é menina! Reze que ele tenha piedade com a sua alma! " A mulher mais velha grita para Sarah, fico paralisada vendo toda aquela cena, percebi algumas pessoas olhando para mim dando alguns cochichos mas ignoro e vou correndo em direção a Sarah a ajudando a se levantar, as pessoas nos olham, pouco Sarah para que me acompanhe até a sua casa. — " Thomas disse coisas sobre você. Disse que você seduziu vários homens e deu a carne deles para o diabo. Maioria não levou a sério mas muitos se questionam. " Sinto meu corpo gelar ao ouvir isso, meu coração dói, meu pulmão dói, meu estômago dói, sinto meus olhos quererem se encher de lágrimas ao ouvir essas palavras. Esse maldito, ele me traiu! Ele me usou! Eu deixei ele provar de minha pele pra não final ser isso?! Esse miserável vai ter o que merece. Engoli seco mas continuei levando Sarah até a entrada de sua casa, ao chegarmos ela me mandou voltar para casa, queria melhor para mim, escuto o seu conselho mas antes que eu pudesse mesmo andar sinto meu braço ser segurado com força e ser arrastada até a minha casa, ao entrar sou jogada no chão, olho para trás e vejo meu pai furioso. — " O que você fez, S/n?! O que você fez naquele lago?! " Ele me pergunta violentamente, me arrasto para trás tentando manter distância. — " Eu apenas me banhei! Eu juro! " Eu minto, minto na sua cara. — " Não é isso que Thomas vem falando! Tem algo que queira me contar?! Saiu de noite?! " Ele me pergunta me segurando pelos cabelos para que eu olhe para ele, balanço a minha cabeça freneticamente que não. — " Sua mãe não aguenta nem olhar em seu rosto, ela sente nojo, como eu também sinto. Eu temo que a falta da educação dela tenha falhado em você. Eu falhei te criando. Não deveria ter te dado tanta liberdade, você não é um garoto. Eu deveria ter tentado continuar a ter um menino invés de investir meus ensinos em você. " Seus olhos são profundos e cheios de raiva, angústia, tristeza e decepção, ele solta meus cabelo e sai de minha frente indo para cozinhar pegar uma bebida, sinto uma lágrima escorrer de meu rosto e um nó em minha garganta aumentar, olho para o lado vejo a figura de minha mãe, ela não demonstra nenhum pingo de empatia comigo.

se passou um dia dês do ocorrido, estou deitada na minha cama, ninguém vira me acorda com um bom dia, ninguém irá vim me dar um beijo na testa, ninguém, me levanto da cama e visto as minhas roupas mas deixo o meu cabelo solto, ele bate até a minha cintura o que eu gosto nele, ao sair do quarto percebi que a cada está silenciosa o que é estranho então vou até a cozinha a procura de comida mas um odor forte invade o ar, alguns mosquitos estão rondando por aqui, olho para as comida e percebo que todas estão podres, eu possível larvas na farinha, sinto meu estômago revirar ao ver aquilo mas seguro e saio da casa. Andando pelo vilarejo encontro Sarah Fier com as roupas levemente manchadas de sangue, fico ao lado dela em silêncio, nossos olhares já dizem muito por nós, escuto Thomas dizendo coisas para as pessoas da vila, sobre o diabo, o cavalo se agita, pessoas estão ao redor do posso tentando puxar algo de dentro dele. — " O que foi? O que está acontecendo? " Sarah pergunta a Abigail. — " O balde ficou preso em algo. " Ela responde simples vendo os homens fazendo o seu melhor para puxar o que estivesse lá dentro, após mais alguns esforços começa m a subir o balde chamando a atenção de várias pessoa que chegaram mais perto do poço. — " Está vindo! Está vindo! Lá vem! " Um velho barbudo diz, Thomas fica perto do poço, após o balde subir pode ser visto o cadáver de um cachorro enrolado nas cordas, estão ao redor de deus pescoço, esse cachorro é de Sarah. — " Nossa água, está envenenada! " A mulher mais velha diz entre lágrimas. — " Não vêm?! Já bebemos do cálice da escuridão! " Thomas diz para as pessoas ao seu redor, aperto a mão de Sarah como uma forma de reconfortar. — " Isso é obra do diabo. Ele veio tomar as nossas terras! " Thomas exclama para todos, fazendo meus olhos irem para ele. — " Qual de vocês trouxe o diabo para Union? " Ele pergunta abusadamente, cerro meus olhos para ele e saio para não ter que ouvir mais besteiras vindo dele. Estou no lago, naquele mesmo lago, coloco a minha mão em meu ventre, era pra essa menstruação já ter descido e isso está me preocupando, me preocupo que meus atos tenha trazido um péssimo pai a um possível feto. Não posso confirmar. Não por agora. Quando essa barriga crescer mais, meus seios incharem, contarei a todos a verdadeira, mas um verdade muito mais dolorosa, o céu já está tarde, estamos no meio do dia, começo a caminhar devolva ao vilarejo. Pessoas me olham, sussurram sobre mim, eles me julgam, mas o único que me olha com diversão é aquele maldito bêbado, maldito Thomas, nossos olham se cruzam, os meus cheiros de ódio e os dele cheio de malícia.

Uma multidão de pessoas estão ao redor da casa de reuniões, vejo Sarah chegando com Solomon, escuto que o pastor está com todas as crianças lá dentro, merda! Constantine e Henry!! Chego mais perto da porta tentando a abrir mas não funciona, vejo Solomon ir para as portas do fundo e eu o sigo, mais homens vem atrás e logo depois aparece Sarah com o resto, de tanto empurrar a porta ela se abre e nada é escutado. — " Mantenham todos longe. " Solomon ordena e Sarah tenta chamar por ele mas o mesmo já pegou uma arma entrou, uma multidão de pessoas começa a rodear a entrada tentando entrar, chego mais perto da entrada e empurro as pessoas que bloqueia meu caminho e entro na sala de reuniões e uma multidão entra junto comigo, ao entrar dou de cara com o pastor com seus olhos arrancados e as crianças também, seu olhos estavam juntos no chão, uma pilha nojenta Sarah grita ao ver o corpo de seu irmão, o pastor começa a andar em sua direção ao perceber grito pelo seu nome. — " Sarah!!" Solomon corre em direção a pastor pastor e o ataca de lado, seu corpo cai ao lado de Sarah que está apavorada, corro até ela e a abraço forte, as pessoas estão assustadas e Thomas com seus discursos estão só piorando. Eu, Sarah e Hannah estamos na janela observando os homens discutirem sobre o que será feito. Senhor Berman começa a fazer um discurso dizendo que precisamos descobrir quem foi o causador disso tudo , que o pastor estava possuído pela escuridão, pelas trevas. Thomas começa a dizer. — " Eu vi três cordeiros de nossa cidade, rindo, se divertindo, na última lua cheia! " Ele argumenta fazendo os homens gritar, idiota, Simon começa a fala a verdade que vários estavam lá, que estávam por diversão, dançamos, bebemos, festejamos! Não somos pecadores! Mas os homens ficaram furiosos, Thomas disse que nós teríamos a marca do diabo o que fez muitos paz a tirar nossas vestes para ver nosso corpo. Irmão de Solomon discursou lindamente, então outro velho começou a falar. — " eu mapei em minhas patrulhas. Essa flagelo está em Union, eu vasculhei a floresta! Ela não se estende além do povoado. Está aqui. Está em Union! Estamos sendo punidos, e eu tenho uma lista de nomes!! " Os homens festejam ao ouvirem a possibilidade de ter pessoas que podem enforcar, eles imploram para que sejam ditos, Solomon entra no meio pedindo que pare fazendo com que todos prestem atenção nele. — " Escutem a si mesmos! Especulação! Caçando.. sombras! Imaginando maldições. " Solomon aponto os buracos nessas acusações. — " Agora eu pergunto, você tem alguma prova? " O homem fica em silêncio. — " Não? E você? " Solomons pergunta a Thomas que só respondo com um bufo e uma revirada de olho, seu patético. — " ou qualquer um de vocês!! " Um homem se levanta. — " Eu tenho provas! " Droga, a mesma mula que eu olhei do tamanho do pênis. — " Umas noites atrás, quando a lua cheia se ergueu bem ao lado do sol. Enquanto eu dormia, ela veio até mim. Ela me enfeitiçou! E me levou até a floresta, estava nua... e cavalgando uma mula vermelha. E a mula vermelha se tornou um homem com chifres! Me fez assitir, enquanto se deitava com o diabo. Fez meu órgão se encurtar como ameaça!" Ele disse deixando todos em choque, eu não precisei usar feitiço para encurtar seu pênis! Você fez isso sozinho. — " Quem?! " Um homem perguntou. — " Me fez ver enquanto as três se deitavam com o diabo... " Ele adiciona deixando mais choque no ar. — " Quem são as três se deitavam?! " O perguntam, um momento de silêncio antes de responder. — " Hannah Miller, Sarah Fier e S/n. " A senhora mulher começa a discordar das acusações sobe sua filha, senhor Fier se levanta em choque e minha mãe junto de meu pai estão em estado de choque. — " Bruxas! " Thomas e milhares de homens se juntam, milhares de homens começam a dizer terem nos vistos, até mesmo aqueles que deveriam estar em um sono profundo quando aconteceu! Os homens todos se juntam em uma caçada contra nós, o homem ao perceber que estávamos os observando aponta o nosso esconderijo, uma multidão de homens saí da casa indo atrás de nós.

Milhares de homens nós perseguem atrás de nossa figura, estamos correndo o mais rápido que podemos. — " Precisamos sair daqui!! " Sarah diz desesperada. — " Para onde?! " Hannah a pergunta com mais desespero ainda e tropeça em uma pedra, nós duas estamos perto da cerca se voltarmos seremos pegas! — " Corram! " Hannah nós pede, seguro a mão de Sarah e corremos até a floresta enquanto homens a cercavam. Multidões se juntam para invadir as casas em busca de nós duas, eu e Sarah estamos em sua casa e encontramos seu pai caído no chão completamente bêbado, Sarah choraminga ao ver essa cena, meu coração dói, rapidamente nós escondemos ao ver que estavam vasculhando a residência, Sarah pega firme em sua faca e saímos correndo correndo atrás de outra casa, estão atrás dos Fiers, dos meus pais, eles ameaçam nós matar! Eu e Sarah caminhamos em direção a sala de reuniões sendo discretas, pego uma pedra e a jogo em outra direção chamando atenção do homem de guarda gostar fazendo que ele saia do local e rapidamente entramos na casa. Pobre Hannah estava deplorável, vestes rasgadas, acorrentada, completamente suja, Sarah vai correndo até ela. — " O que fizeram com você? " A morena pergunta. — " Eu.. eu serei enforcada pela manhã.. e se vocês não fugirem também serão. " Hannah alerta. — " Não! " Sarah sussurra. — " Preste atenção, precisa fugir. " As duas se encaram então Sarah começa a falar. — " Não, eu não vou te deixar. " Sarah nega . — " Mas deve. " Hannah exigi, a loira se senta no chão cansada. — " A culpa é minha afinal. " A loira confessa, Sarah balança a cabeça negando. — " Não- " Hannah interrompe.— " Eu trouxe o diabo. " Hannah afirma. — " Não é assim que funciona, não se invoca o diabo por acidente. É preciso fazer uma escolha. " Sarah a corrigi dizendo o que aprendeu com Solomon. — " Não entende? " Hannah a questiona. — " Não importa se fizemos isso ou não. Acham que somos culpadas então somos. " Hannah diz com seriedade e olhando com profundeza a sua amante, Sarah a olha pensando no que acaba de ouvir. — " Tem razão. Todos acreditam que fizemos isso. Então, que diferença faz se fizemos agora? " Sarah diz deixando Hannah confusa com suas falas. — " o que está dizendo? " A loira pergunta. — " Eu vou procurar a viúva. Eu vou fazer um pacto com o diabo. Talvez isso possa nós salvar. " Sarah diz um com pingo de esperança, Hannah está surpresa com a ideia maluca. — " Mas com o diabo... Está louca? " Hannah questiona a ideia insana de Sarah. — " Eu não temo o diabo. Hannah, eu temo o vizinho que me acusa. Eu temo a mãe, que deixa a filha ser enforcada. " Sarah diz de forma melancólica e poética, passando os seus dedos no rosto de sua amada. — " Eu temo Union. Eles nos levam para o abatedouro e como cordeiros esperam que sigamos. Mas vão ver, que eu não dou um cordeiro. " A morena diz corajosamente mas os barulhos dos homens a nossa procura nos faz voltar a realidade. — " Quando tudo isso acabar, sairemos deste lugar, iremos para bem longe. E dançamos a noite toda, e nós brigaremos a luz do dia. " Sarah beija rapidamente Hannah. — " Não posso te perder. " Hannah diz tristemente. — " E não vai. Se eles querem uma bruxa, eu os lhe darei uma bruxa. "

Sarah e eu estamos na casa da viúva mas antes de me entrar ela me para e olha nos meus olhos. — " Você está grávida, não é? " Ela me pega de surpresa com sua pergunta, abro e fecho a boca antes de responder engolindo seco. — " Não é uma certeza, mas- " ela me interrompe. — " Pois eu confirmo, sua barriga está mais grande, seus seios estão mais cheios, de leite. " Ela me fala, olho para ela com lágrimas, minha boca treme. — " Eu não posso permitir que você viva isso, fuja, fuja para o mais longe! " Ela me ordens me empurrando para longe mas eu a paro. — " Não!! Eu não posso te deixar!! Você pode morrer!! " Eu argumento. — " Você também!.. quem é o pai? " Sarah me pergunta seria enquanto olha minha barriga, respiro fundo segurando mais ainda as lágrimas. — " Oh Thomas.. " Sussuros em um tom auditivo, escuto ela sussurrar. — " Traidor. " Ela fica em silêncio me olhando, ela me abraça fortemente, retribuo seu abraço finalmente deixando algumas lágrimas rolar, ela me solta e se afasta dizendo: — " Vá. Vá agora! " Ela ordenou e eu obedeci, como um cachorro, não importa o quanto eu lute ela insistira e sempre vai ganhar, me viro de costas e corro em direção das águas, que elas me levem para onde for preciso. Já se fazem algumas semanas, algumas semanas dês de que Sarah morreu e amaldiçoou essas terras, eu vi o seu enforcamento de longe e pela primeira vez chorei até meu corpo doer, até meu corpo ficar exausto, eu juntei ao meu grupo para a enterrar em um lugar digno. Apenas nós sabemos onde está. Mas apenas eu sei que ela não descansará. Minha barriga está mais visível do que a última vez, ela é pequena mas visível, pelo meu corpo ter uma barriga achatada acredito que resultou sendo mais visível. Estou sempre vindo ao lago apenas para o observar e lembra das memórias, lembrar do que eu fiz, no que resultou, e como vou terminar, eu sinto muito pequeno mas você não merece nada disso. — " O que está fazendo aqui? " Puxo a faca e olho para trás vendo quem me descobriu, minha respiração que estava desregulada agora se acalmou para substituir pelo sentimento de ódio. É o Thomas. — " Sobrevivendo. " O respondo amargamente, seus olhos estão arregalados de surpresa. — " Pensamos que tinha morrido. " Ele diz, chegando mais perto de mim, me mantenho no mesmo lugar. — " estarei em breve. " Ele me olha confuso. — " Como assim em breve? " Ele ri achando que é uma piada mas me mantenho na mesma reação. — Eu estou grávida. " Seu sorriso se desmancha de seu rosto, ele olha para mim atordoado então ele olha para minha barriga percebendo o pequeno volume. — " Quanto tempo? " Ele me pergunta não tirando os olhos de meu ventre. — Algumas semanas, não sei ao certo. " O respondo sendo sincera, solto um longo suspiro dando mais alguns passos para trás deixando algumas lágrimas rolar, ela me solta e se afasta dizendo: — " Vá. Vá agora! " Ela ordenou e eu obedeci, como um cachorro, não importa o quanto eu lute ela insistira e sempre vai ganhar, me viro de costas e corro em direção das águas, que elas me levem para onde for preciso.

Já se fazem algumas semanas, algumas semanas dês de que Sarah morreu e amaldiçoou essas terras, eu vi o seu enforcamento de longe e pela primeira vez chorei até meu corpo doer, até meu corpo ficar exausto, eu juntei ao meu grupo para a enterrar em um lugar digno. Apenas nós sabemos onde está. Mas apenas eu sei que ela não descansará. Minha barriga está mais visível do que a última vez, ela é pequena mas visível, pelo meu corpo ter uma barriga achatada acredito que resultou sendo mais visível. Estou sempre vindo ao lago apenas para o observar e lembra das memórias, lembrar do que eu fiz, no que resultou, e como vou terminar, eu sinto muito pequeno mas você não merece nada disso. Os sons de passos me retira de meus pensamentos o que me faz andar para trás de surpresa, aí olhar para o lado encontro que menos desejo. Thomas. — " Você está viva. " Ela afirma surpreso ao ver minha presença. — " Sim, estou viva em carne e osso. " Eu digo para ele. Thomas tenta andar até minha direção mas caminho para trás mantendo distância, ele para, ele olha para mim de cima baixo como se estivesse me analisando. Solto um suspiro antes de falar. — " Eu estou grávida. A criança é sua. " Sua expressão se derrete para uma que eu não compreendo bem, uma mistura de tristeza e surpresa, eu imagino. Ele dá um passo tentando chegar perto mas lembra que acabara de acontecer, puxo uma faca que estava escondida e olho nos seus olhos azuis que tanto gosto. — " Essa é a última vez que nós veremos Thomas. " Conto, a reação de Thomas é para de confusão, ele inclina sua cabeça e continua a me olhar. — " O que você quer dizer? " Ele pergunta e rapidamente respondo. — " Estou partindo. Eu te amaldiçoou, Thomas. Você passará todos seus últimos anos vivos sofrendo em lamentação pelas acusações feitas. Sofrerá por ter matado um inocente. Escutará choros de uma criança recém nascida todas as vezes que for caminhar pela noite sentindo a luz de luar vazia. Quando você estiver em seus sonhos eu estarei lá para te afogar. " Amaldiçoou, amaldiçoou dizendo cada palavra com ódio, levanto a faca em direção ao meu pescoço, Thomas vendo no que resultará tenta correr em minha direção mas é tarde demais. Eu já passei a lâmina na minha garganta. Meu corpo cai e sinto ser agarrada. Minha respiração ficando mais fraca, escuto o barulho das águas. Está frio. Meus olhos começaram a piscar lentamente e finalmente dou o meu último suspiro.

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Ela acertou o rosto de Arnie várias vezes com o machado, sangue espirrava todo o seu rosto e roupa, Alice e Cindy estão aparavoradas no mesmo nível no mesmo nível que eu. — " Vamos! Agora! " Eu digo para elas as puxando, S/n olha para trás dando uma visão inteira de seu rosto ensanguentado, não, essa não é ela. Seu olhar está vazio, sem alma. Como se algo tivesse vestido a sua pele. Cindy grita me tirando dos pensamentos, puxo as duas para entrarem no outro lado da caverna para podermos fugir. Ambas as duas são ágeis de ir procurar uma saída, Cindy vai até a estante tentando a empurrar. — " Vem! Me ajuda! " Ela pede desesperada, eu e Alice corremos para ajudar a morena e rapidamente derrubamos a estante. Ela está perto! — " Vai vai!! Agora!! " Eu grito empurrando Alice e Cindy para irem mais rápido, quando eu estava perto de entrar minhas pernas são agarradas e uma luta é começada, Cindy e Alice tentam me puxar enquanto estou tentando chutar as mãos de mi ha melhor amiga, ela tem o deslize de soltar uma das minhas pernas e chute o nariz de seu rosto. Me desculpe por isso s/n. Um avalanche de rochas começam a cair sobre a entrada me arrasto para trás para não ser esmagado. Uma pilha de rochas está bloqueando a entrada, olho para Cindy ela se segurando para não chorar. — " Escuta isso. " Alice chama nossa atenção, escuto o barulho de respiração desregulada, vem do outro lado. — " Ela ainda está viva? " Me questiono preocupado mas no fundo estou aliviado por não ter a matado. — " Ela está presa. " Ela diz tentando trazer conforto para nós. — " Ela está presa. " Ela sussurra mais para si mesma, uma forma de tentar se acalmar. — " Eu... Eu sou um monstro. " Escuto a/n sussurrando do outro lado, ela está consciente! Mas parece que apenas eu notei o que foi dito.

— " Isso é uma caverna mas parece que, tipo, sei lá! Parece que não acaba nunca.. " Cindy diz analisando toda a caverna. — " Eu não ligo. " Olho para Alice após ouvir o que ela acaba de falar, Cindy anda até as rochas que estão nos bloqueando. — " Alice.. dá pra por favor, me ajudar! Tommy! " Ela pede a Alice e depois me chama. — " Pra que? Para você ficar fingindo que está tudo bem? " Alice diz. — " Alice, por favor. " Eu a imploro para que não aconteça nenhuma briga, já estamos ferrados demais para isso. — " Alice, eu só.. " Cindy tenta fórmula alguma frase mas nada então se senta em cima de uma das pedras. — " A S/n... Abriu a cabeça do Arnie ao meio. Dá pra entender isso? " Alice melancólica nós conta o que passa em sua cabeça. — " por favor, você, você pode me ajudar? " Cindy a pede novamente a fazendo se irritar. — " Com o que?! Essa merda pesa um milhão de quilos!! Você não tirou dez em física?! " A loira briga. — " A gente precisa sair daqui!! " Cindy a relembra. — " A que pena, porque não dá!.. A gente vai morrer aqui embaixo. Cindy Berman. " A loira estraga a verdade amarga que acredita, vou até Cindy e ofereço a minha mão para ela se levantar, gesto que ela aceita. Ela corre em direção a Alice. — " Não não! A gente tem que sair daqui, a gente precisa! Aqueles nomes na parede.. eles não pararam em uma morte. " Cindy relembra os assassinatos acontecidos com várias pessoas. — " Sete, nove, dez, quinze pessoas! Eles são assassinos em série! As crianças.. " Cindy gagueja enquanto discursa para Alice tentando de uma forma dela mudar de ideia. — " A sua irmã.. " A lembro — " Todos estão lá fora. E agora ela também está.. " Sua voz falha brevemente ao dizer. — " Pensei que você não acreditasse na bruxa. " A loira argumenta. — " Não mesmo! Mas, mas, mas, deve ter alguma explicação. Deve ter- " Alice chega mais perto a interrompendo. — " Oh meu deus, você é inacreditável, Cindy! Sabia?! Ela tava possuída!! " Alice tentando fazer a morena a escutar. — Pode ser.. pode ser que ela tenha tomado algum comprimido. " Cindy tenta argumentar. — " Não! Não! Cindy, não! Não foi o paracetamol! Foi a bruxa. Você viu os nomes, e aquele ritual! A bruxa é real, e ela está usando algum feitiço para poder possuir as pessoas. Entendeu os nomes naquela pedra! " Eu entro no meio ficando no lado de Alice argumentando contra minha própria namorada. — " E a Mary sabia, tá? Ela sabia e tá tudo aqui! " Alice furiosa aponta os fatos. — " isso não é real! " Cindy violentamente empurra o livro para longe. — " Você quer uma explicação? Eu vou te dar uma. Ok?" Alice sem paciência questiona Cindy. — " Ela foi procurar os ossos da mão para quebrar a merda da maldição para salvar Shadyside, mas não encontrou! Quer saber o que ela encontrou?! O nome da minha amiga na bosta daquela bosta de parede. " Cindy tenta interromper. — " Não, não foi isso! " Mas Alice continua. — " Então ela tentou matar ela. O que eu também teria feito se eu tivesse uma chance de matar de matar a vadia da S/n, se fosse dar uma machadada na cabeça do meu namorado! " Cindy irritada sem paciência empurra Alice. — " Ai cala a boca!! " Cindy manda deixando todos em silêncio, até Alice o cortar. — " Finalmente. Essa é a Cindy Berman que conheço. " Alice conta, Cindy se vira e começa a andar para outro lugar. — " Para onde você vai? " A pergunto fazendo se virar para nós. — " Vou procurar outra saída. Não venha atrás de mim, vamos Tommy! " Cindy me chama e logo vou atrás deixando Alice sozinha.

Alice grita dizendo para não voltar mais, eu e Cindy ignoramos os gritos, andamos a procura de alguma coisa. Cindy está ofegante. Aperto a sua mão tentando acalmar o que não adianta muito. — " Tudo bem. Tá tudo bem. " Cindy sussurra para si mesma tentando se acalmar até que Alice aparece atrás de nós nos assustando, coloco a mão no peito de susto, Cindy vai até a loira e a empurra pelo ombro. — " Caramba, tá maluca?! Eu mandei você para não me seguir. " Cindy relembra Alice que só olha ela confusa. — " É, eu não segui. " Alice devolve o empurrão. — " Você andou em círculos " Alice a conta e passa por ela. — " é a porra de um círculo. " A loira lembra o que faz com que eu e Cindy lembremos de algo, pego o livro caído no chão folheando as suas páginas procura de uma, Cindy ilumina o livro, paro na página com o desenho do símbolo e começamos a contar as entradas. — " O que estão fazendo? " Alice chega mais perto perguntando. — " O símbolo de divide quatro vezes, três alí, um alí, que nem essa caverna. " Eu a explico. — " É igual. Sarah Fier cortou a sua mão amaldiçoada na pedra de Satan, talhando no solo a baixo a marca da bruxa. Talhando no solo " Cindy explica apontando os lugares para que Alice possa entender. — " Pera o que? A bruxa que fez toda essa merda? " Ela nós questiona. — " Ou os colonos disseram que foi ela. Não importa. O que importa é que esse é um- " Alice me interrompe. — " Um mapa. "

— " Tem outra ramificação aqui, então fica a esquerda. " Começamos a andar em direção a entrada. — " Eu não acredito que essa merda funciona. " Alice comenta, olho para ela mas rapidamente volto ao meu principal foco. — " Tá demorando demais, a gente já devia tá no acampamento. " Cindy fala preocupada, olho para ela e dou uma olhada de confiança para a tranquilizar, eu mesmo não estou muito confiante com isso mas é a única coisa que eu posso ter um pingo de esperança que vai funcionar, que vai nós levar a uma saída e poderemos salvar ela. A conversa que eu tive na floresta fica martelando em minha cabeça, talvez você estivesse tentando avisar, talvez você quisesse nós salvar e eu não soube perceber. Você me perguntou se eu te mataria, eu nunca te machucaria. Te machucar também me dói. Eu prometo que irei te salvar disso, irei fazer você ficar livre dessa maldição. — " Se tiverem que matar ela. Você consegue? " Alice me tira dos meus pensamentos com sua pergunta nós pegando de surpresa, Cindy fica em silêncio pensando então eu respondo primeiro. — " Naquele momento no refeitório, quando a enfermeira atacou, eu só pensei em a salvar. Então eu não conseguiria. " Eu respondo com sinceridade, Alice olha para Cindy esperando uma resposta. — " Eu acho que não, ela era a primeira pessoa a se oferecer para conversar com a Ziggy, me escutava desabafando sobre as reclamações. Então não acho que conseguiria. " Cindy diz, Alice tem um pequeno sorriso de canto e então fala. — " Bom, eu mataria a S/n com prazer. " Ela diz sem remorso algum. — " Nossa, mesmo depois de tudo isso você ainda é uma babaca. " Cindy diz, sua fala me deixa feliz, ela não tem controle sob nada. — "Tá, desculpa. É que não é fácil ver um amigo matando o seu namorado. " Ela se desculpa e explica um pouco triste. — " Eu nunca entendi como ela conseguiu se enturma tão rápido com a gente. " Ela expõe sua dúvida, Cindy se vira para ela e eu também, Cindy começa a falar. — " Olha, a S/n, ela era um doce. Estava sempre disposta a ajudar, a ouvir, sempre protegendo as pessoas de Shadyside. Protegendo a minha irmã. Ela não tinha obrigação mas fazia. Era engraçado ver ela xingando tudo quando se irritava. " Cindy diz dando uma risada fraca, as memórias dela xingando vem em minha cabeça fazendo dar um sorriso fraco. — " Uma vez eu deixei ela fazendo uma tarefa sozinha e fui oferecer ervas para ela se acalmar ela me respondeu com um: " Caralho, puta que pariu! Eu não quero porra nenhuma nessa merda.", foi a primeira vez que eu ouvi uma pessoa falar quatro palavrões em uma frase. " Alice nós conta fazendo todos os três rir, me lembro de um acontecimento com a irmã de Ziggy. — " Esses dias ela havia ido defender a sua irmã, Cindy, ela falou para uma das garotas sair da frente dela, logo em seguida chamou ela de filha da puta. " Eu a conto a fazendo rir e sorrir por sua irmã está sendo protegida. Escuto uns barulhos vindo mais a fundo da caverna, aponto a lanterna na direção do som. — " Estão ouvindo isso? " As perguntou fazendo de vira onde estou apontando, Cindy olha o caderno. — " Tem um espaço bem aqui, na frente. Todos os caminhos levam a ele." Cindy nós conta enquanto olha para Alice. — "Tem como nós darmos a volta? " Alice pergunta. Chegando mais perto vemos várias manchas escuras na parede e milhares de mosquitos os cercando, essa visão é de fazer o estômago revirar. Alice e Cindy apontam para gosma no chão . — " Puta merda, que porcaria é essa? " Alice pergunta surpresa. — " Está em todo lugar.. " eu digo olhando aos arredores, Alice ilumina algo e seu rosto se apavora. — " Cindy.. que porra é essa? " A loira perguntando fazendo nós dois se virar em direção ao que ela está vendo, dados de cara com uma carne completamente suja e cheia de moscas a circulando, ela pulsa como se estivesse com vida. — " Vamos sair daqui. " Cindy pede com medo, Alice chega mais perto da carne chegando a se agachar para ficar na sua altura, ela toca na carne e paralisa aterrorizada. Cindy puxa a sua mão e chama pelo seu nome, Alice solta um grito.

Alice corre deixando eu e Cindy para trás, nos olhamos confusos e vamos a procura dela. Escutamos Alice correndo por todos os lugares e soltando gritos apavorados quando de repente seu grito se torna de dor, Cindy apressa seus passos logo há minha frente. Em poucos minutos a encontramos com sua perna machucada. Cindy desce e coloca suas mãos nos ombros de Alice. — " Você está bem? " A Cindy pergunta preocupada. — " Eu vi os assassinos. Eles mataram muitos, e o resto será os próximo. As crianças. " Alice fala o que viu apavorada, Cindy balança a cabeça em discórdia antes de a interromper. — " Não, não é verdade. Vai ficar tudo bem. " Ela fala palavras de afirmação para confortar. — " A bruxa fez isso. Ela fez tudo isso. Ela amaldiçoou Shadyside. A Mary tinha razão. " Alice começa a explicar, olho para a ferida vendo o seu osso exposto. — " Eu sei. " Cindy diz pegando de surpresa. — " A caverna tava viva, Alice. Paracetamol não faz isso. " Cindy contou que a fez mudar, Alice geme de dor, minha namorada pega a sua bolsa e joga seus pertences no chão. — " Você tem razão. Eu sou dedo-duro. Um dia depois que roubamos o aparelho de som do Sr. Evans, Harold Hines me viu com ele. " Cindy está abrindo o absorvente enquanto minha mão está no osso. — " Maldito Harold Hines. " Alice xinga mas para ao sentir eu colocando o osso devolta no lugar. — " Logo depois, fui parar na diretoria, e meu pai não podia ir porque ele tinha fugido com uma menina não muito mais velha do que sou hoje. " Cindy coloca o absorvente na ferida como curativo. — " E minha mãe estava bebendo no O'Connell. " Ela olha para Alice dando um falso sorriso. — " Foi quando eu entendi.. que eu não era diferente dos outros de Shadyside. Eu era amaldiçoada. E me convenci que se eu fosse perfeita, se eu fizesse tudo direitinho, eu podia escapar. " Cindy olha em silêncio para Alice antes de voltar a falar. — " Eu dedurei você, fiz novos amigos, e comecei a me vestir assim. " Ela rasga um pedaço da blusa ao dizer, colocando no absorvente. Ela se vira para mim e diz.— " Eu comecei a te namorar. " Seus olhos estão cheios de lágrimas. Meu mundo cai. — " Eu te evitei, mas eu não podia evitar a Ziggy. Porque ela estava sempre lá, me lembrando da verdade. " Cindy coloca algo em cima do absorvente antes de amarrar. — " Porque ela tava sempre lá, me lembrando da verdade. Que essa cidade é amaldiçoada, este lugar... É amaldiçoado. E nós também. E agora eu sei. Ela tinha razão, todo esse tempo. " Alice grita após Cindy apertar o curativo.

— " Eu fui uma péssima irmã. Fui uma péssima amiga. Eu deveria ter matado aula, ido a festas, transado, me divertindo " Cindy é interrompida por Alice. — " Odeio te dizer isso, mas a diversão... É tão real quanto você e sua camisa. Uso isopor um motivo. " Alice começou a tirar seus braceletes o que me deixou confuso. — " Não é só porque fica bem em mim. " Ela mostra deus pulsos cortados deixando nós em choque. — " Puts merda... " Deixo escapar de meus lábios. — " Todos lida com Shadyside do seu jeito. " Eu a olho tristemente, Cindy ia começar a falar quando algo chama a sua atenção. Ela se levanta e pega um musgo, um musgo vermelho, a cena do musgo sujando sua camiseta passa pela minha cabeça. — " Isto. Esse musgo manchou minha camisa. O banheiro. " Ela rapidamente se coloca de pé apontando a lanterna para o rastro de musgo na parede. — " O banheiro está coberto com esse negócio. O acampamento. Quer dizer que a gente tá perto. " Cindy afirma. — " Vamos! " As chamo indo mais a fundo a caverna, Alice passa por mim deixando Cindy ficar ao meu lado. Ela me olha e eu a olho. Nós temos que conversar. Cindy olha para baixo pensando no que dizer, ela abre e fecha a boca antes de dizer. — " Sinto muito por ter ouvidor tudo aquilo. " Ela se desculpa, balanço a cabeça negativamente. — " Não foi sua culpa, está tudo bem. Eu te entendo. " Cindy me interrompe gritando. — " Não! Eu sou culpada! " Ela começa a falar dá uma pausa antes de dizer. — " Você merece algo melhor. Você merece ela. " Ela diz sobre alguém, franzi as sobrancelhas a olhando interrogativo. — " Ela quem? " Ela ri de minha pergunta como se eu tivesse acabado de fazer uma piada. — " Eu estou falando sobre ela, a S/n. Eu vejo como você a olha. " Cindy tem um sorriso no rosto, a ne pega de surpresa com suas insinuações, me mantenho calado a deixando falar. — " Quando você sabe, você sabe. Ela já te disse essa frase, não e? " Ela pergunta me olhando. Balanço minha cabeça concordando, ela um sorriso fraco de poucos segundos. — " Ela te contou que é a letra de uma música? "Ela me questiona me deixando surpreso, nunca foi dito que era veio de uma música. — " Não,ela nunca me contou. " Falo não desviando meu olhar dela. — " Uma vez a peguei cantando. Ela disse que foi uma música que uma mulher cantou em um bar. 'Quando você sabe, você sabe. Isso meio que me faz rir. Passando por aquele caminho. Quando voc�� é boa, é ouro. Porque quando você sabe, você sabe'. Essa é a letra" Cindy canta o trecho da música, a música me trouxe memórias de quando vi ela pela primeira vez. Quando eu a acompanhei para receber as crianças. Quando conversamos pela primeira vez. — " A salve. Salve ela e fiquem juntos. " Cindy me pede fazendo olhar em seus olhos ao ouvir tal pedido. — " Eu a salvarei. " Eu falo, Cindy sorri e continuamos a caminhar juntos apenas aceitando que estamos bem.

Chegamos a uma grande lugar cheio de musgo e com merda, mijo, papel higiênico, jogador por todos o lugar. Não é um dos melhores lugares para se estar. — " isso é papel higiênico? " Alice pergunta mais para si mesmo. — " É o banheiro. Só pode ser. " Cindy afirma esperançosa. — " Puta merda. " Alice sussurra. — " É ele mesmo. Olha. " Cindy apontam para pedra que sobre até a entrada de um dos vasos sanitário. Começamos a escutar barulhos vindo de cima, pareciam duas pessoa brigando, minhas sobrancelhas estão franzidas de confusão. Nós juntamos para gritar por socorro, as pessoas se silencia. Começamos a gritar mais alto para que possam nós escutar, a tampa é aberta e uma cabeça aparece. — " Cindy?! " A garota pergunta incrédula. — " Ziggy? Oh meu Deus! " Cindy se surpreende ao ver sua irmã, admito que também ficaria surpreso em ver a cabeça de minha irmã na privada. — " O que estão fazendo aí embaixo?! " Ela nós pergunta curiosa, Cindy gagueja antes de responder. — " é uma longa história. Você está bem? "A pergunta preocupada. — " Tô, espera só um minuto. " A ruiva pede antes de fechar a tampa da privada. — " Ziggy, você está bem? " Cindy a pergunta novamente mas não recebe resposta. A tampa da privada é aberta novamente e Ziggy joga um baú com uma corda amarrada para que possamos subir. — " Usa isso. A gente vai puxar vocês. " Olho para ela confuso e a pergunto. — " A gente? " A ruiva é rápida em me responder. — " O Gary também está aqui. " Enquanto isso Cindy oferece para que Alice vá primeiro e a loira não recusa, já se senta no balde. A corda começa a ser puxada a fazendo subir, quando Alice estava perto de sair escutamos Ziggy gritando e a corda é solta fazendo Alice cair mas algo é trazido junto. Ao olhar vemos que é o corpo de Gary sem cabeça, as duas gritam de medo. Cindy começa a gritar pelo o nome de sua irmã e me junto a ela. Me calo ao ouvir a voz de S/n a pedindo para não ir, coloco a mão na boca de Cindy a fazendo se calar,ela tenta retirar a minha mão mas gesticulo com os olhos para que ela preste atenção na conversa. — " Ziggy...! " Ela fala tristemente mas parecia ter um pingo de felicidade, alguns segundos de silêncio é interrompido por ela dizendo. — " Por favor, apenas me mate. " Ela implora, meus olhos se arregalam de surpresa ao ouvir. Não! Eu não posso te deixar morrer! Eu não posso te perder. — " Não.. não! Eu não posso! Voc- " Ziggy tenta a fazer escutar mas é interrompida. — " Você pode! É só pegar a droga desse machado e acertar minha cabeça! Não há escapatória para mim, ele quer minha alma, meu coração." Ela tenta convencer Ziggy. — " Você vão sair vivos, com quem vocês amam e vão ser muito felizes, é só dizer que eu fui a culpada de tudo! " Começo a me desesperar com essa conversa mas antes que eu pudesse fazer algo escuro Ziggy dizendo. — " Não!! " Agora Cindy se desespera achando que pode estar acontecendo algo com sua irmã. Ela grita chorosa. Ziggy diz algo que não entendo e então escutamos o som de alguém caindo. Ficamos em silêncio esperando algum coisa. — " Ziggy!! " Cindy chama por sua irmã novamente, mas dessa vez somos respondidos com a menina colocando a sua cabeça no vaso, Cindy suspira de alívio ou ver sua irmã intacta. — " O que aconteceu?! " Eu a pergunto preocupado com o que possa ter acontecido. — " Ela começou com essa história de ser morta, então eu a coloquei para dormir! " Ziggy tenta se defender, Cindy solta uma risada fraca e eu suspiro de alívio. — " Você consegue a carregar?! " Cindy a pergunta, Ziggy tira seu rosto do vaso provavelmente olhando para o corpo desacordado. — " Acho que sim. " Ela nós responde. Cindy pega o caderno e olha o mapa o analisando e analisando a caverna, ela olha para cima e então perguntas sua irmã. — " Aguenta a levar até o refeitório?! " A pergunta pacificamente que é respondida com um aceno de cabeça afirmando.

Após a Ziggy sair do banheiro e levar a/n começamos a caminhar em direção a saída do refeitório. Apenas eu e Cindy viemos, Alice afirmou que iríamos ser atrasados mas que ele chegaria logo. Chegando cada vez mais perto o caminho se torna apertado nós fazendo ter que começar a andar de quatro, ao vermos uma fresta de luz começamos a engatinhar mais rápido, como eu estou na frente sou o primeiro a dar de cara com a saída travada com uma placa de metal. Me deito e começo a colocar força nas pernas, chuto a placa pela primeira vez o que a faz subir bastante, na segunda sinto os pregos começando a sair, na terceira a entrada finalmente está livre. Ao subir vejo a Ziggy no meio da sala, provavelmente veio conferir o barulho, ao subir Cindy é a próxima, estendo a minha mão que é aceita, a puxo fazendo subir mais rápido. — " Onde está Alice? " Ziggy nos pergunta percebendo a ausência da loira. — " Ela virá, só precisa recuperar as forças dela. " Cindy é rápida em responder a pergunta. — " Onde ela está? " A pergunto, ela faz um gesto pedindo para que a sigamos. Encontramos a cena da S/n com as mãos e pés amarrados, seu corpo está encostado na parede do refeitório. Chego perto dela agachando na sua altura. Passo minhas mãos em sua bochecha fazendo carinho, a garota se aconchega no meu toque o que me faz sorrir. Eu prometo te salvar. Me levanto olhando para as duas garotas atrás de mim. Um barulho é ouvido da sala que saímos, todos nós ficamos atentos, caminho lentamente em direção do som, aproveito e pego uma faca como defesa. Uma mão sai pra fora do buraco e vemos Alice saindo dele, suspiro de alívio e Cindy vai correndo até ela a jurando subir.

— " Por que demorou tanto? " Cindy pergunta aliviada de a ver. — " Vocês conseguiram a prender? " Alice pergunta se referindo a S/n. Cindy concorda com a cabeça antestreia de falar. — " Nós conseguimos. " Cindy confirma e logo a abraça, mas Alice a empurra dizendo. — " Toma cuidado. Isto aqui deve ter um milhão de anos. " Ela coloca a mão na bolsa, Cindy fica confusa. — " Eu comprei essa bolsa mês passado. " - Cindy informa. — " Não estou falando da sua bolsa idiota, gênio. 'Sangue será derramado'. Pedra do demônio, sacou? Estava lá. " Começo a entender que Alice quer dizer.— " Estava enterrada debaixo do musgo todo esse tempo, e eu achei. Eu achei. " Alice afirma alegremente sobre a sua descoberta. — " Achou o quê? " Cindy pergunta ainda confusa. — " Três palpites. " . Nós sentamos na mesa do refeitório. Alice retira os ossos de uma mão da bolsa deixando as meninas surpresas. — " O que? O que é isso? " Ziggy pergunta olhando as duas garotas da mesa. — " A mão decepada de Sarah Fier. " Alice responde. Todos ficam em silêncio até eu o quebrar. — " A enfermeira Lane... passou a vida toda atrás disso. De um jeito de parar a maldição que levou a sua filha. " Comento lembrando de toda a caça de Mary. — " 'Sem a mão,seu poder segue firme. A maldição durará até que o corpo e a mão se unam.' isso nos levou até a mão. " Alice explica a maldição a ruiva levando o caderno até ela. — " E se a lenda for verdade, o corpo estará enterrado- " Ziggy a interrompe. — " Na árvore da forca. " Ela terminou de completar . — " Podemos acabar com isso. O fim dos assassinatos, o fim da maldição, o fim.. " Cindy para e olha para o corpo amarrado.— " Do sofrimento. " Ela termina. — " Podemos salvar Shadyside... está noite! " Eu falo com esperança. Ziggy pega a mão para perto de si. Sangue escorre de seu nariz caindo nos ossos, ela pula assustada e paralisa por alguns segundos até que sua irmã pega em sua mão a fazendo voltar. — Meu nariz sangrou na mão e acho que a vi. " Ziggy diz assustada enquanto recupera seu fôlego. — " Quem? " Cindy pergunta surpresa. — " Sarah Fier. " Todos da mesa de entre olham chocados.

— " Ela estava... Ela estava com muita raiva. " Ziggy avisa. — " Temos que enterrar isso agora mesmo. " Alice comanda. Antes que pudéssemos dizer ou agir, nós assustamos com um grunido enfurecido. Todos olhamos para S/n, que estava se debatendo tentando se soltar das cordas enquanto rosna. Me levanto e vou em sua direção, lado na sua frente e me agacho, a mesma para de se debater quando me percebe. Seus olhos se encontra com os meus. Vazios. Mas ainda tem algo neles. — " Tommy... " Ela sussurra me deixando surpreso, um sorriso invade meu rosto ao ouvir me chamar. — " Nós vamos te salvar, eu prometo. " A tranquilizo, ela tenta dizer algo mas Cindy já se levantou para pegar a pá grande e outra pequena. — " Vamos. " Ela ordena. Alice fica confusa por não receber algo. — " vou ter que usar as mãos? " Ele pergunta com um pouco de ironia. — " Não, você fica aqui. " Cindy exige. — " Qual é, posso pular de boa. " Alice tenta argumentar enquanto mostra seu andar manco. Cindy olha ainda não convencida, Alice suspira e se rende. — " Tommy, você também. " Ela também me pede, concordo com um aceno de cabeça então a vejo partir com sua irmã.

Sou deixado sozinha no refeitório com Alice vigiando S/n. Alice fica mantendo uma distância entre mim e ela mas de mantém perto de S/n, ela está com as mãos em seus joelhos parecendo pensativa. — " Te ver matar meu namorado doeu. " A loira começou a falar. — " Eu te odeio pelo o que fez, e sinto sua falta como uma criança. Eu amava aquele drogado. " Ela tristemente conta, suas palavras chamam atenção de S/n que se mantém calada mas a olha com uma certa empatia, por mais que seus olhos estivessem cheios de ódio. Alice suspira e se levanta, algo a para, ela olha para mim com a testa franzida. — " Você ouviu isso? " Ela me pergunta me deixando confuso. — " O que ? " Ela não me responde, se dirige até o local pelo qual entramos, seus passos são lentos e cuidadosos. Segundos depois escutamos como se alguém estivesse cantando e uma mão feminina aparece, eu já me levanto indo em direção de S/n a ajudando para se levanta, pego uma navalha que encontrei e corto as cordas de seus pés. Alice se afasta do lugar percebendo mais ainda a situação. — " Puta merda. Corre!! " Ela grita para nós, puxo S/n pelo braço a fazendo me acompanhar enquanto corremos, Alice está atrás de nós correndo com dificuldade. Paramos no meio do caminho conferindo se ainda estamos sendo seguidos. Solto minha mão dos braços de S/n. — " Você também viu?! Era a Ruby Lane!! A Ruby! " Alice me questiona assustada, recupero a respiração antes de responder.— " Eu vi, por que eles estão voltando? " A pergunto confuso e assustando, ela balança a cabeça sem saber o que responder. — " Eu não sei.. talvez queiram impedir que a maldição será quebrada! " Ela sugere, ela olha para trás de mim então seu rosto mudo para um estado de preocupação. — " Tommy. Para onde ela foi? " Ela olha para mim procurando resposta, olho para trás e vejo que s/n fugiu. A perdemos de vista!

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Eu consegui roubar a navalha que Tommy estava carregando na roupa. Por que ele tinha? Essa é a pergunta que mais bate em minha cabeça. Uso meus pés para segurar a navalha enquanto passo a corda por ela com rapidez para que seja cortada o mais rápido possível. Sinto minhas mãos livres e retiro as cordas, pego o canivete e o seguro firme no bolso. Preciso encontrar o corpo de Sarah. Eu preciso encontrar Nick Goode. Me impulsionou e começo a correr o mais rápido que consigo correr em direção a floresta a entrando em poucos segundos, olho para todos os lugares em busca do mesmo musgo vermelho que está no banheiro, galhos passam pela minha pele me arranhando e a machucando. Folhas estão em minhas roupas e cabelo. Paro para descansar um pouco, olho para o chão e noto a textura ficando diferente, mais avermelhada, avermelhada! Começo a engatinhar veloz a procura dos ossos de Sarah, sinto sangue começar a escorrer do meu nariz quando eu agarro uma corrente. Um sorriso brota de meu rosto. Tiro minha blusa de frio e coloco no chão, pego os ossos e as correntes e coloco tudo em minha blusa e a amarrado para garantir que não caia. Me levanto e volto a correr mas dessa vez em direção a árvore.

Sinto o vento passando por meu rosto, os sonhos de bastão batendo no chão, uma mulher cantando se tornam mais próximos. Tommy. Você está, você está vindo? Para árvore que enforcaram uma mulher, que dizem, ser bruxa. Apresso meus passos sentindo minhas pernas começar a dor por causa do esforço que estou fazendo, todo o esforço, por um momento as memórias de minha antepassada passa pela minha cabeça. Sinto muito por ter passado por tudo isso, mas eu não sou você, eu vou fazer das tudo certo. Vejo Cindy e Ziggy cavando o buraco no chão desesperadas com os assassinos chegando mais perto, Tommy e Alice está logo perto tentando as alcançar também, devem pensar que vou atacar. Ziggy ao ver que não tinha corpo se desespera e mostra para irmã que apenas encontra uma pedra dizendo que a bruxa vive para sempre, ela puxa Ziggy para perto e segura a mão de osso nas suas. Consigo passar por todos os assassino e caio no chão cansada, minhas pernas estão bambas, Cindy coloca Ziggy atrás de si com medo de que eu atacasse, desamarro a blusa e coloco os ossos no chão deixando as duas chocadas. — " Eu achei!! Coloca a mão! " Eu as ordeno, Cindy e Ziggy são rápidas e colocam a mão junto do corpo, aproveito que as duas estão vendo a verdade de toda a maldição e pego a pá de Cindy e vou em direção do leiteiro e o acerto bem no rosto o que faz com que ele caía, Tommy está cuidando de Ruby enquanto Alice pegou o canivete roubado e foi atrás do garotinho. Vejo ao longe vindo Nick Goode atrás de Ziggy, saio de cima do leiteiro mas não esperava que ele fosse rápido em se recuperar e começasse a ir atrás de mim, acelero o meu passo o suficiente para chegar perto de Nick. Uso a pá para bater em sua cabeça, ele coloca a mão no local atingindo, novamente o bati só que na perna o que faz com que ele caía, me coloco em cima dele deixando que os meus pés faca que ele fique preso no chão, sinto ser atingida em minhas costas mas não me deixo ceder a dor e novamente sou atingida mas fico em Nick embaixo de mim, coloco foca em meus braços e atinjo o seu pescoço com a pá, sangue espirra para os lados, seus olhos paralisam na minha figura que está com o leiteiro me esfaqueado nas costas mas aos poucos ele some como fumaça, igual aos outros. Sangue está saindo da boca de Nick, coloco mais força na pá cortando totalmente seu pescoço da cabeça, agora seus olhos estão vazios e mortos. Sinto meu corpo começar a falhar, meu corpo está fraco e estou perdendo muito sangue, caio ao lado do cadáver, estou olhando para o céu vendo as estrelas brilhando, mas não mais que a lua. Minha consciência se vai lentamente. Pelo menos eu consegui fazer vocês viver.

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Pov'tommy

O corpo de Ruby some como se fosse pó. A maldição. Ela foi quebrada. Olho para o lado e Ziggy e Cindy estão devolta mas seus narizes estão com sangue. Procuro por S/n. A encontro de pé completamente ensanguentada e ferida pelas costas, ela está em cima de Nick com a pá dividindo a sua cabeça do corpo, seu corpo fraqueja e cambaleia até cair no chão, começo a correr em direção da mesma. Por favor não. Por favor não morra. Nós conseguimos! Você está livre. Começo a engatinhar e paro em cima de seu corpo, ela está gelada, balanço seu corpo chamando por seu nome mas não sou respondido, lágrimas já estão rolando de meu rosto, coloco as duas mãos em seu peito tentando fazer massagem cardíaca para que ela possa voltar. Eu preciso que funcione. Abri sua boca e junto nossos lábios colocando ar em seus pulmões a força, novamente junto minhas mãos em seu peito, repito três vezes segunda e quando começo a ficar sem esperança vejo seus olhos se abrindo lentamente, ela tosse um pouco de sangue, coloco minhas mãos em seu rosto o limpando. — " Está tudo bem. Eu estou aqui. Nós conseguimos. " Eu a tranquilizo a puxando para meus braços, ela envolver seus braços em meu pescoço e posso sentir suas lágrimas.

— " Qual o seu nome? Eu, olha para mim. Qual o seu nome ? " O médico tenta a pergunta mas ela está atordoada demais para responder. — " É S/n. O nome dela é S/n. " Eu respondo para ela o que a faz olhar para mim. — " Cadê.. cadê elas? Onde elas estão? " Ela me pergunta com dificuldade,olho para direção que Alice, Cindy e Ziggy estão, automaticamente ela olha para a mesma direção, ao ver os médicos as examinando um sorriso surge no seu rosto. Fico do lado de sua maca indo ajudar os médicos a levar. — " Tommy. Nós conseguimos. Eu consegui manter vocês vivos. " Ela está ofegante ao falar, faço som para que ela se cale. — " Eu sei, agora você precisa ficar bem. " A lembro de deus ferimentos, os médicos puxam sua maca a colocando na ambulância, antes que eu pudesse entrar para acompanhar um policial coloca a mão no meu ombro e me pergunta. — " Que droga aconteceu aqui? " Ele está incrédulo, penso bem antes de o responder, mantenho minha cabeça baixa. — " alguém invadiu o acampamento, ele estava surtado. Matou todos e fugiu. " Minto para ele escondendo a verdade, escondendo a verdadeira assassino. — " Merda de Shadyside's. " Ele sussurra para que eu não possa escutar mas consigo o ouvir, ando em direção a ambulância subindo nela e me sentado ao lado de S/n que está sendo cuidada. O motor é ligado, o carro começar a dirigir em direção ao hospital. Adeus acampamento Nightwing.

[bridgetsideas]

Honey-Blue Dean Chapter 8 Fear Street 1978

GIF by pranink

Ziggy X OC!Platonic

⚠️ !WARNING! ⚠️ : Mentions of death, murder, and violence. Please proceed with care!

Heavy breathing fills the air.

Heavy stomps shake the ground.

A heavy axe slides along the grass.

Honey-Blue Dean will never know what she had done, for she herself died when she picked up that axe on the tree stump. Honey-Blue Dean will never know that she is about to murder her best friend.

"Sheila? Sheila are you still in here?"

Ziggy screams from inside the outhouse, she and Sheila yank, scream and hit at each other.

"I'm trying to help you! There's a killer-"

The redhead is cut off by a swift slap to the face. Ziggy retaliates by punching Sheila in the head. "oh shit" Ziggy swears at herself as Sheila's unconscious body tumbles to the ground.

"I heard shouting. What's going--"

A camp counselor cuts himself off, seeing Shiela knocked out cold.

"What's going on in here?" Gary asks in disbelief "What the fuck?"

"Is everyone ok?" Ziggy cuts Gary off.

"Everyones headed back to the Mess Hall! Wheres Nick?"

Unknown to the two ShadySiders. Honey heard the screams of girls and was swiftly making her way towards them.

"Whats going on?" Gary asks.

"My sisters in the toilet"

"What?" Gray asks just to be sure he heard that right

"Gary just help me!"

Ziggy and Gary lower a bucket down the toilet to the relief of Cindy and Tommy.

"Get on! We're pulling you up!" Ziggy calls down.

Cindy gestures for Tommy to climb in first.

"You first" Tommy, without much complaint, goes first.

Up the top, Ziggy turns to Gary, who looks reluctant and disgusted at the situation he is in. "Now" Ziggy tells him.

They start to pull.

"Keep pulling" Ziggy encourages, grunting with effort.

The door creaks open.

"Honey" Gray says in relief, before noticing her strange attire.

"Honey, what are you doing?"

Ziggy turns at the sound of her best friends voice.

Honey makes a giant swing. Ziggys eyes widen in shock as an axe swings past her.

Maybe Honey-Blue Dean wasn't dead, maybe she was aware of what she was doing, maybe she was trapped deep within and she could see the pain she cause and the fear they felt. How else could Honey-Blue Dean have missed Ziggy so obviously? It was love that saved Ziggy from Honey's axe, the love of two best friends.

Honeys axe makes contact with Garys neck, detaching it from his body. Ziggy screams in horror. Garys body tumbles down the toilet into the red moss and piles of toilet paper and shit.

Honey's love for Ziggy doesn't save her best friend for long, soon enough her arms are swinging down again, this time into the floor.

Ziggy sprints out of the outhouse in a mess of confusion and loss.

Honey calmly follows her.

[wendeeee]

fr wanna get back into writing 😔 .

[coryosbaby]

(18+)

Older! Nick Goode making you sit on his cock when one of his officers is in his office <3 his cock filling you up so much that you can feel him in your stomach, while he sits and discusses a meeting. The man doesn’t ask any questions about why you’re there. Nick is his boss, after all. But every so often, he’ll notice a look on your face as if you’re uncomfortable. But you cover it up with a smile, and when he finally leaves Nick pick you by the front of your thighs and sets you down on the ground so he can bend you over his desk <<3

“See? I told you it’d be easy. You’re such a good little girl, doing exactly as you’re told. My precious baby.” He coos, as he shoves his tie into your mouth. He brings his cock back inside your tight cunt. He begins to fuck you mercilessly, moving his hand to hold your head down onto the desk. You drool around the piece of fabric in your mouth, and he groans at the feeling of your warmth around him.

You can barely speak, can only make little ‘uh, uh, uh” sounds, as he pounds you into the wooden desk.

“Daddy loves his little girls tight little pussy. She’s so good for him, isn’t she?” He praises, as he reaches down to slap your clit harshly. You cry out, hands struggling to stay anywhere. As an alternative Nick brings both of his hands off your head and down to hold your wrists and pull them back. You’re lifted off the desk, your nipples barely grazing the table as his hips smack into yours at a rapid pace. You know he’s getting close, can tell by the way his sounds increase and his thrusts begin to become sloppy. And then he’s filling you up with his warm cum, eyes rolling back in pleasure at feeling of his orgasm. He pulls out, teasingly rubbing your clit with the tip of his girthy length. You whine, having yet to reach your high the entire day. But all Nick does is sit there, holding his cock against your swollen button.

“Work for it, honey.” His voice is shaky, and you know that the overstimulation from his first orgasm is still making him incredibly sensitive.

But that’s how he likes it; he loves the burn, the desperate mess and friction.

So when you bring his aching prick to rest in between your outer lips and begin humping him with desperation, it’s all it takes for the man to squirt even more thick ropes of cum onto your body with a growl of your name.

[em-writez]

hiii!! i’m em and i’m trying to start writing more but idk what to write :/ i originally was writing on wattpad but i feel like tumblr would b better for me so idk. i’m not totally comfortable with writing smut yetttt but i’ll get to that point eventually. rn i’ll do fluff and slight angst

obviously, i will not write rape/noncon or incest.

the fandoms and characters i will write for are:

*not all of these characters i will be writing smut for in the future because some of them are minors lol*

stranger things

•eddie munson

•steve harrington

•robin buckley

•mike wheeler

•dustin henderson

•max mayfield

i am not okay with this

•stanley barber

•syd novak

IT

•richie tozier

•beverly marsh

•stanley uris

homestuck (ik.. ☹️)

•jade harley

•aradia megido

•sollux captor

•nepeta leijon

•gamzee makara

fear street

•deena johnson

•simon kalivoda

•cindy berman

and more to come in the future!

[h0nkch0c0late]

HELLO FEAR STREET COMMUNITY!!!!

Yes, it's me! The writer of the (currently) 3-part Tommy fic that I have not touched in at least a year or two! I am aware of my empty promises of putting up part 4, and most of yall have probably forgotten about me (😞👊) BUT I will be rewatching Fear Street 3 tonight SO I WILL BE WRITING PART 4!!! it will be out by 9pm PST tomorrow!!! Or as soon as I'm done the movie it depends.

Either way, it's coming! And the two year wait will be waited no longer!

But big reminder: i am strongly motivated by people commenting and interacting with my posts because it tells me people are actually enjoying my stuff!! So I strongly encourage you to PLEASE like and comment because the lack of it kind of deflates me lol.

Thanks for listening!!! And I'll see you in Blurry Photograph (pt 4) <33333

[vioartemis]

The queen of hearts

(Emma Myers x fem! reader)

Summary: You, a well known actress, joined the cast for the second season of Wednesday. A well-executed magic trick and a questionable pick-up line later, you find yourself kissing one of your co-stars. Warnings: none (?) (English isn't my first language, I'm sorry if there are mistakes or if something doesn't make sense TvT)

As far as you could remember, you always wanted to be an actress. You starred in some adds on tv when you were 12, before auditioning for the role of C/n Henderson in the first season Stranger Things.

You were 14 when the series was released, and you didn't expect it to make you famous. But since then, you played in several movies such as Fear Street 1978 and 1666, or the last two Star Wars - for which you symbolized the new generation of the upcoming trilogy.

You favorite genre to play was fantasy. Sometimes you wished you were born in the 90's so you could have a chance to play in the Harry Potter movies.

Of course, you continued the 'Stranger Things Adventure', as you called it, all the way to season 5, which had yet to be filmed. You were proud to see that the series was on top of the most watched Netflix series.

But recently, the series rank was in danger due to the new series Wednesday. You resisted a whole month before binge watch it with Sadie. Since you met on the set of Stranger Things season 2, you were best friends.

"It's not like we're betraying anyone if we watch it, right? They can't fire us for that, right?"

"I don't think so, Noah and Mille watched it already and nothing happened. I think it's safe"

You put the pop-corn bowl between you on the couch before Sadie pressed play. Being a big fan of the Addams family, you were a little scared to watch it. But everyone seemed to say it was really good so... why not giving a try?

You liked it so far, Enid being your favorite character. You found her really cute, and her bubbly personality was a great contrast with Wednesday's cold self.

On TikTok and other social medias, you saw everyone simping for Wednesday, and honestly, it was understandable. But Enid. The wink.

You were full on gay panic. This wink, along with her smile, got you simping for her throughout the whole series.

"So, what do you think? I liked it" Sadie asked you when you finished watching

"It was great! Let's hope season 2 will come out soon!"

"So you can see who's the stalker? Or maybe more of a certain blonde?"

"I don't know what you're talking about"

"As if you didn't spend the last hours simping for her" she teased you

"Who wouldn't? She's so adorable!"

After that, it didn't take long until you where googling who played her, and in what other movies she played. You watched all of them, from 2010 Crooked, to 2021 Girl in the basement.

You quickly became a Emma Myers fan, which meant you started following her on Instagram.

When she noticed it, she couldn't believe her eyes. The Y/n L/n, her favorite actress, knew who she was? If that wasn't a dream coming true...

One of her favorite genre of movies / series was fantasy. She watched almost every work of this category, which meant she saw multiple of your roles.

Her favorite one was your Star Wars character. It was the first time she saw you on screen. Since then, she had watched everything you played in. You had something that attracted her, something special that made her want to meet you.

Not just like every other celebrities she'd love to meet. It was something different, something she couldn't quite explain.

<><><><> ♡ <><><><>

"Are you kidding me?? You're really part of the cast of Wednesday season 2?? That's awesome!"

"I know, that's crazy! But don't count on me to tell you anything"

"Come on, we're best friends, right? You can just tell me little things, no one will know..."

"Nope, sorry. I have to go, I'm in front of the studio"

"I hate you"

"Love you too bestie"

You smiled as you hung up, putting your phone in your jacket's pocket. You were excited to meet the cast and to know what happened next.

Totally nothing to do with a certain girl you were impatient to meet.

When you entered the studio, you were greeted by Jenna, whom you had already met at the auditions as she was producer of this new season.

"Y/n, hey. It's nice to have you here" she smiled

"The pleasure's mine"

She led you to where the others were, gathered a little further.

"Oh, before you meet everyone, Emma's a big fan of yours so don't be surprised if she's a little shy"

"Really?"

You couldn't help but smile. You were fan of each other. Interesting.

You walked up to the group, Jenna in front of you.

"I told you we would have a new addition to the cast, right? Well, here she is"

She stepped to the side to reveal you. You waved at them with a smile that got wider when you spotted Emma next to Hunter. You felt inexplicably drawn to her the moment your gaze met hers.

"Hi"

Like every other Saturday night since the beginning of the shooting, you were gathered at Georgie's for a little party. Apparently, it was a little tradition they had since season 1.

It was really fun to see some of you try to do your scenes the next morning when they drank a little too much. Not that the scenes were poorly acted, no, it was the behind-the-scenes face in a bucket that was the most fun.

You weren't one to drink much, so you never had the problem. But Hunter did quite a lot even though he doesn't drink a lot either.

This night however, you found yourself drinking more than you should, which doesn't go unnoticed by a certain brunette.

"Is everything okay?"

"Of course. What makes you think otherwise?"

"I don't know, maybe the empty bottle next to you? Or the other one in your hand? You can talk to me you know?"

You knew that, but the words got stuck in your throat every time. You were ashamed to admit it, but you were jealous. Jealous of Georgie and Emma's relation.

They were just friends, yes okay, but the way he looked at her made you think he wanted more than that. You couldn't blame him for that, being in the same situation.

What you blamed him for was... what was it again? Ah, yes. You had no reason to blame him. Emma and you were just friends too.

"It's... nothing really, just- just a bad day"

"You sure?"

She wasn't blind, she saw how you looked at Emma, how you acted around her. But what she saw too was how Emma looked at you. And that you didn't see.

"Yeah, don't worry. I'm fine"

"Okay then..."

She didn't believe you, but let you alone, taking the bottle with her as a precaution.

A little while after, you were joined by Emma who sat next to you on the couch. You had sobered up by the time Jenna left.

"How you doing?" she asked gently

"Great, you?"

"Georgie tried to show me a magic trick, ended up with my shirt being stained with his drink..."

"You should change, or you'll get cold"

"Yeah, but I don't want to leave... Plus it's dark outside, I don't feel like going alone..."

"I can come with you if you want"

"Shit, I think I forgot my keys at Georgie's..." Emma mumbled, looking in every pocket she had while you were standing in front of her door

"We can go at mine if you want, you can borrow a dry shirt, we'll go back later for your keys"

"I don't know what I would do without you"

You missed the blush on her face as she said that, too busy taking your keys out of your pocket.

"Get a cold probably. Here, come with me"

You walked side by side, shoulders brushing every now and then, until you arrived. You opened the door and let her in, before heading to your closet to find something to give her.

Meanwhile, she looked around at your room. She had no idea what it would look like, but it really screamed you. And exactly like you, the room was to her liking.

She spotted a deck of cards on your bedside table.

"Do you play card games?"

"Uhh not really, I only know poker, and am very bad at it"

"Why do you have a deck of cards then?" she asked as you emerged from the closet

You gave her the shirt with a smile.

"Want me to show you some real magic trick?"

"Sure! I love magic tricks"

You grabbed the cards and sat on the floor on the other side of the room, giving her time and space to change.

"Oh oh okay, I have to pull out my best trick then"

You shuffled the cards as she sat in front of you.

"Here, take a card, look at it, and don't tell me anything"

She obeyed, looked at the card, and kept it in hand, waiting for your instructions.

"Okay, now I'm gonna make a pile of cards randomly, for example here I put like three cards, then six, then two, etc. You tell me to stop whenever you want"

You started to stack the cards, looking at her with a smile.

"Stop!"

"Okayy, now put your card on top"

She did as you told. You put the cards you had left on top of her card and took the deck in your hands before spreading the cards on the floor in a swift motion.

In the alignment of cards, one was face up. 3 of spades.

You took the card out, letting a hole in the line of cards.

"Is it your card?"

"I'm sorry to disappoint, but it's not"

"Oh really? Maybe it's a sign... 3 of spades, so maybe three cards before..."

You counted to three starting from where the card was, and pulled a new one out, showing it to her.

"Is this one your card?"

"Oh my- Yeah it is!"

You smiled widely, before turning the card to look at it.

"The queen of hearts huh? Funny when you're the queen of mine"

You didn't mean to say that. Absolutely not. You felt your face heat up.

"Shit I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"

You stopped, noticing she was as red as you were.

"That sounded better in my head..." you finished, still embarrassed

"... Do you mean it?" she asked after a moment of silence

"Depends. What would you do if it was the case?"

"Well..." she got on all fours and got closer to you to the point her nose was almost brushing against yours "I think I would really want to kiss you..."

"Y-yeah?" your eyes flickered to her lips before going up to her oh so beautiful eyes "My heart is yours since day one, Emma”

A smile made its way up to her face as her cheeks reddened.

“Can I kiss you?” she whispered

You leaned forward as an answer, pressing a soft kiss on her lips. She was quick to cup your cheeks and sit on your lap as she kissed back, making you tilt you head up a bit.

As your hands found their place on her hips, pulling her closer to you, the soft kisses turned into a passionate make out session that left you both breathless.

After you pulled away, she rested her forehead on yours. You were both smiling like idiots in love - which you were, actually.

"If you had told me I'd get to kiss the Y/n L/n - and that she would be romantically interested in me - I never would've believed you"

"Well, if you had told me I'd get to kiss the Emma Myers and have a romantic relationship with her, I wouldn't have believed you either"

"You're such an idiot" she chuckled, cheeks reddening again

You couldn't help but smile and placed another kiss on her soft lips.

"True, but I'm your idiot now"

[beybaldes]

Eddie Roundtree x Actress!Reader social media au !!

djats masterlist

@yn

liked by daisyj, kianamaderia and 870,346 others

yn well done I'm proud of you flowers >>>> 💐💐

tagged : eddietheroundtree

welchwelchwelchwelch I can get you better and more flowers date me instead

| yn you put up a hard bargain livy but no I'm sorry

| welchwelchwelchwelch 🥲

warrenrojasofficial you guys are so cute

| yn I'm blocking you

| warrenrojasofficial ummmmm?????hello?????what??????

honeycombyn actually goals

kianamaderia baby post a pic of you please and thank you

| yn hmmmmnnnn check ur dms cutie

allaboutyn who are all these people yn is responding to????

| ynupdatesoffical new cast????? I recognise some of them but not from one cast together

ynfan17 SHE BOOKED SHE BOOKED SHE BOOKED DIDNT SHE

sadiesink can't wait to see you soon girlie!! <3

karenkaren so proud of you my love <33

howdidwegethere BRO EVEN SADIE SINK IS IN THESE COMMENTS??????

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@yn

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yn a year on from my 'proud of you flowers' and now I'm getting 'that's a wrap!' flowers !!! can't wait for you all to see fear street 1994, 1974 and 1666 all out on Netflix Friday 1 August !!!

tagged : fearstreetnetflix and eddietheroundtree

camillaslife11 so so proud of you Angel <33

| yn I love you mama 🥲

eddietheroundtree the prettiest flowers for my pretty little birdie ❤️💐

| yn stop I love you so much sweet boy

warrenrojasofficial our girl is all grown up 🥲

| ted_sutherland I remember when she was just a newborn and stumbling around set 🥲

| sadiesink where'd all the time go 🥲

| yn guys I'm not dead wtf

allaboutyn everyone being so supportive of her in making me tear up i love all their friendships

thebetterdunne me and karenkaren have been waiting to see this so bad you don't even know

| karenkaren movie night!!!!!

honeycombyn hottest cast on planet earth don't even @ me

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@fearstreetnetflix

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fearstreetnetflix fear street 1994, 1974 and 1666 are out now!!! here are some of our favourite bts moments of everyone's favourite couple #daimon

tagged : yn and fredhechinger

fearedstreet Simon and Daisy are the cutest couple everrrrr :((

sadiesink this is my joker !

| ted_sutherland I don’t think you used that right…

| sadiesink no I did :)

| ted_sutherland what does this mean???

ynandeddie420 her and Eddie are cuter

| ynfan17 babe it’s for a movie chill tf out

| eddiefuckingroundtree clearly just an excuse to cheat on him

| camillaslife11 in what fucking world ??????? are you stupid ??????

yn freddie is the worst at Mario cart lollolololol

| fredhechinger only did bad cause you cheated :((

| yn no ❤️

| simoncoolivoda FREDDIE????? AAAAAAH

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@eddietheroundtree

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eddietheroundtree proud of my birdie always, but especially tonight <3 fear street trilogy out on Netflix now !!

tagged: yn

allaboutyn he visited her on set??????

| howdidwegethere they are actually so cute I can’t even

karenkaren best movies of the year???? Me and thebetterdunne are already on out third watch

| thebetterdunne the talent is insane what an amazing cast icl

| yn you guys :((

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ted_sutherland miss you already wtf :((

| emilysteaparty i second this!!!!

| ryantheryan I third this !!!!

| mcabesly I fourth this !!!!

ynupdatesofficial fear street 2004 when???? I need to know what happens to Daisy

| honeycombwarren in the books she uses magic to bring Simon back and they live in the tunnel system together

| ynupdatesofficial omg what???

| honeycombwarren sorry I made that up idk

fredhechinger simon and daisy forever ❤️

| warrenrojasofficial yall had me sobbing on the couch

basistsdoitbetter69 proud of our girlie look how far she’s come from her one season arc on teen wolf back in the day 🥲 liked by yn

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[ilovesvancehopperandbruceyamada]

Vance hopper x witch reader

Based on the song

THIS TAKES PLACE IN 1666 (because of fear street)

I going to change Vance's name to Cory (you will understand later) and your name will be y/n I know but it will be reader later

Vance/Cory pov

I kiss her as she cries. She says "Cory I don't want to die." I say "your not going to die" she looks at me and says "I love you" before I can respond a group of people kicking open the door yelling burn the witch as they grab y/n I yell at them to come back here as they carry her off to the tree I run as fast as I can and I see her with a rope around her neck standing on a box as the pastor says "do you have any last words you witch she looks at me and says "Cory I'm scared" and with that he kicks down the box I see her kick and trying to breathe I try to run to her but my mother holds me back I scream and cry after I see her stop kicking I fall to me knees and I break down I run to her and I say "I love you too"

Time skip to present day

Your pov: I walk into the grab and go and I see this boy why does it feel like we have meet before

Vance pov: Oh, who is she? She feels like a misty memory

If you all want a part 2 just ask I also do requests