#fear street 1994 oneshot

[restinslices]

With You Gone

Months after the passing of Simon and Kate, Deena once again visits their graves and once again, feelings of guilt flood her.

Deena never felt like she belonged here.

She shouldn’t be there, yet she kept coming back as if she’d be struck down if she didn’t. She didn’t deserve to be sitting there, in front of their graves as if she was a great friend to them because she hadn’t been. 

She played through that night a thousand times, and each day she reminded herself of details she would never let herself forget. Kate’s cut head, her blood splattered on the bread nearby. The stab wound in her stomach that leaked blood like a river.  She had thrown up the minute she saw her, and everytime she thought about it, she got queasy all over again.

Then she’d think about her screams. 

It was weird. It was nights later when Deena finally realized what she lost, what she sacrificed for one person. She heard Kate scream, but she swore she was making the right decision. They were so close! She couldn’t just leave Sam and leave them all in a bad situation!

And whenever she would defend herself in her head, those screams would echo again. She wondered what Kate’s last thoughts were. Were they of her? Were her screams actually a scream for help that Kate hoped Deena would hear? Did Kate pray that Deena would save her, only realizing she wouldn’t when her head was just about to be sliced? Had Deena ignored her pleas? Was her very last thought that Deena didn’t care for her?

“Of course I care…”, Deena mumbled as if Kate would respond. “I still care”.

‘But you can’t fix this, now can you?’

She could hear Kate say. 

Deena sighed and looked over at Simon. She thought about him everyday too. She never heard him scream, at least not the way Kate did. She heard him yell about Ruby Lane being behind him, but she had no idea Tommy Slater had also managed to find him, and she felt terrible because the last thing he saw was Kate’s dead body. The last thing he probably felt was sorrow.

Maybe he felt angry. Angry at Deena because if she had let Sam go, if she stopped being some pathetic lovesick teenager, Kate would still be alive. He’d still be alive. If she closed her eyes, she could still remember the gash in Simon’s head. Deep, quick, sudden. At least he didn’t suffer.

Josh had suffered though. Sure, their relationship was fine at first, but it was almost as if he also had a revelation. It was as if he realized that both Simon, his friend, and Kate, the girl he had loved and just got to give him a chance could’ve been alive if Deena had listened to Kate. Deena had been so desperate to save Sam, that she didn’t realize all the people she was sacrificing for just one person. Hell, Josh had almost died. If Sam died a minute- no. A second later, Josh would’ve been killed. How would she have explained that to her dad? “Sorry dad, I got Josh killed because I’m still in love with my ex-girlfriend and I decided she was more important”.

“You know that’s not true. You know she’s not more important”, Deena said once again to the space in front of her. Kate and Simon’s graves were right next to each other, a request the family had made and one Deena was appreciative for. At least they were still close. Maybe if ghosts were real, them being so close gave them comfort.

Deena went to place the flower she bought on Kate’s grave, but the wind snatched it up immediately. She didn’t even chase after it. She just looked down at “Kate”, lip trembling, eyes already wet from her own thoughts “I wanna make this right”.

‘How? How can you possibly make this right?’

“I… I don’t know…”

‘Exactly. You let us die for Sam. I bet you wanted this’

“I didn’t”

‘You would’ve let Josh die, but it’d be ok right? At least you’d have Sam”

Deena didn’t argue back with whatever this was. A hallucination? An argument with herself? A sign she was losing her mind? 

She kneeled, the dirt rubbing on her jeans. Her hands explored the ground under her, as if searching for their hands. “I am so sorry…”, she whispered. 

She imagined Kate and Simon banging inside of their coffins, screams blocked out by the 6 feet of dirt she put them in. She imagined them screaming, cursing, asking why they meant so little to her. But they meant everything to her. They would always mean everything to her, even if the voices in her head didn’t believe her. 

At night when she couldn’t think, she’d replay that day. What would she have done differently? Maybe she wouldn’t have gone to that stupid game, even if it was mandatory. Maybe she wouldn’t have thrown that cooler. Maybe she would’ve skipped school all together. Maybe. Maybe. Maybe.

But no “maybe” would help her now. All that mattered was the present and  what had happened. She had gone to school that day. She had gone to that game. The cooler did slip from her fingertips. 

She dragged Simon, Kate and Josh along. She refused to give Sam up. She called Kate a monster because she wanted to give Sam to the killers. Deena hadn’t thought about what Kate was feeling. She didn’t think that maybe Kate was scared, and like any other teenager, she didn’t want to die. She didn’t think about how Kate and Simon wanted to get out of Shadyside, and how terrified they were everyday thinking they’d be the next name on the news. Deena hadn’t thought about that then because she was selfish. If she had thought about that, she would’ve done something different. She would’ve thought more instead of panicking.

Wasn’t she right to panic though? Wasn’t she right to be scared? She groaned, a headache coming on. She figured it was time to go. She raised to her feet, looked at the tombstones one more time then started heading home. She hadn’t rode her bike or asked her dad to drop her off and pick her up. More ways to punish herself since she was still breathing, while Simon and Kate weren’t.

A/N: Before someone gets on my ass, I do not think their deaths are Deena’s fault. It’s the Goode’s fault because they’re a bunch of bitches. I do think that Deena would think differently and would have bad survivors guilt. This will be a miniseries where I explore what I think Deena’s guilt would look like, or whatever makes me sad at 10pm.

[elles-writes]

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last tv show: stranger things

last movie: fear street 1994

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[asvterias]

𝖲𝗁𝗎𝗍 𝖴𝗉 & 𝖪𝗂𝗌𝗌 𝖬𝖾 ~ 𝖣𝖾𝖾𝗇𝖺 𝖩𝗈𝗁𝗇𝗌𝗈𝗇

Warnings: Making out on the kitchen counter? Cursing?

Pairings: Deena Johnson x Fem!Black!Bestfriend Reader

Summary: The freckled girl was always jealous of your boyfriend because he had you so, maybe, one day that all might change.

Word Count: 1,640

y/n and deena are in y/n's bedroom, books scattered across the bed as well as multiple pens, pencils, highlighters and markers. the two girls sat on the bed in silence, both occupied reading over their notes. deena's eyes were repeating one sentence as the words in the books become hazy to as her attention diverted to the brown skin girl in front of her.

y/n was extremely beautiful, deena would be a fool to disagree. golden hour had arrive and it was like mother nature wanted deena to be more in love with her bestfriend. flashing right on y/n's face, her cocoa brown skin looked extremely beautiful in the golden hour as well as y/n's eyes had a light (e/c) behind the glasses as y/n's eyes followed the words on the book that y/n was reading.

deena took in every feature the way her eyes focused on the words she was reading. y/n had her hair in lemonade braids and deena thought she looked extravagant but y/n looked good in every hairstyle. y/n's perfectly shaped nose with a nose piercing. y/n's soft plump lips, yes bite marks was on her lips but deena couldn't make out anything bad about y/n. oh how deena wish she could kiss them and call y/n hers. she wanted y/n to be hers and hers only.

yep, this was just your typical lesbian falling in love with her straight bestfriend. deena was tired of seeing her crush be happy with someone who wasn't her. her heart ached knowing that she'll never be with bestfriend. but y/n's boyfriend was like a fly that she just can't get rid of.

sure deena was blunt and would say the first thing that comes to her mind but confessing her feelings to her best friend who she knew from when she could talk. yep, that was an issue. deena wasn't worried about other people's opinion on her but her heart raced thinking that y/n would reject her or worse, stop being friends with her. yep, overthinking was a real pain in the ass.

deena wanted to make y/n smile, to make her laugh to where her stomach was hurting from laughter. if you gave her one chance, deena wouldn't mess it up. she would take y/n out on dates, tend to y/n if she was sick and give her all of her clothes to y/n. she would give y/n cuddles and compliments 24/7 and would be big on pda just to let the whole world know that y/n was hers.

she would be absolutely be affectionate towards y/n and give y/n flowers and gifts, any day at any time. deena would clear her schedule just for y/n. she would be y/n's personal doctor and tend to her injuries. she would scream from the rooftops confessing her love for y/n if she wanted to. yeah, deena was whipped. yeah, shadyside sucked but y/n always managed to make deena happy and it worth living in this shitty town.

she wanted to marry y/n one day. have ZERO kids. and most importantly to get the hell out of shadyside and move to france. that would only exist in her fantasy land. y/n caught the staring from her best friend and winked at deena.

the freckled girl swear that she could have fainted right on the spot. yep, deena was falling for her best friend hard. “i know that i'm breath-taking but we need to study. mr. smith will have a hissy fit if we don't pass this test,” y/n chuckled, “what's wrong?”

“just thirsty.” deena concludes, clearing her throat for reassurance. thirsty for you.

“yes, we need a snack break.” y/n takes off her reading glasses, yanking deena's hand out of the bed and into the kitchen. y/n opened the fridge and grabbed the chocolate milk and deena laid out multiple snacks on the table. “i'll get the cups.” y/n announced to deena, who just nodded her head.

y/n stands her tippy toes, trying to be tall enough to reach the cups but no avail, she huffs in annoyance before attempting once again. deena smiled thinking that it was cute to see her short crush/bestfriend struggle with such a easy task. (sorry if you're not short, just needed to go with plot). struggling to reach for two cups, another body was placed behind y/n, a scent of coconut and honey filled her senses.

deena reached the cups, grabbing them out of the cabinet while doing that her shirt lifted a bit, her body was pressed against y/n's, her eyes widen when she felt... abs? and damn was deena toned. if she turned around they would be mere seconds away from kissing. y/n and deena moved from the cabinet before deena shut it close.

“thanks dee,” deena slithered her hands around y/n's waist and puts her head on y/n's shoulder. “no problem, doll.” before the h/c girl could protest, she felt arms wrap around her waist and being placed on the kitchen counter, now face to face to the freckled girl.

y/n’s arms wrapped themselves around deena's waist like they had a mind of their own and deena's arms were just above y/n's hips. y/n's breathing had stopped for a few seconds as her eyes were switched to deena's eyes to her lips.

“deena,” was the only word that came out of her mouth, the sexual tension between the two was rising up. god, deena hoped that they wouldn't be interrupted. since y/n wasn't going to make the first move, deena decided too as she pressed her lips against y/n's.

deena's thoughts become hazy as she still tries to process what is happening now. deena never knew that y/n wanted this as much as she did. y/n was also in love with deena, she was just too chicken to come out. sure, y/n would have came out to her friends but she didn't, she just covered up who she really was. y/n thought that if she had a boyfriend, that her being (sexuality) would go away. her boyfriend was just a cover-up to hide who she really is.

deena pulls away from the lustful kiss and looks into y/n's (e/c), “tell me to stop and I will, y/n,” without another second, y/n grabbed the back of deena's neck and crashes her lips back onto deena's, her grip tightens around y/n's waist as the kiss becomes more lustful.

deena bites the bottom of y/n's lip before pulling away to her jawline, placing small kisses here and there, making y/n moan in pleasure. yeah, deena dreamed of kissing y/n but the reality was so much better that she never wanted this moment to stop. “deena...wait this is wrong,” she pulls away which makes the johnson girl frown, “i have a boyfriend.”

“ok, so? your boyfriend is a douchebag who doesn't deserve you,” deena claps back, “he was just a cover-up.”

“is that why you were so jealous?”

“yes! can't you see that? he comes in this house acting like he owns shit. the only good thing in his life is you! and i don't know how he figured out that i'm in love with you but he did, and he takes every second to butter up to you when he knows that i'm around with you.”

y/n confused look turned into a sly grin before responding, “the deena johnson is jealous. never thought I'd see the day.”

“do you have anything else to say?” deena asked hopefully that y/n would repriocate the feelings back. “yes, i'm in love with you deena. i just dated him to try and hide my real self, i was scared of my parents reaction of me being (sexuality). i am such an idiot.”

“you're not a idiot. you were just scared to come out, i get that. some people are just homophobic assholes.” deena hesitated. “look, if you want...you could just ever forget that we kissed,” deena lowers her head down. y/n looked at deena, using her pointer finger, pulling deena's face up by her chin.

“i would never want to forget that happened.” deena just smiled a goofy grin. y/n picked up her phone, texting her boyfriend a break up message before shutting it off, placing the phone back on the counter. deena started rambling on with questions but y/n just looks at the freckled girl before saying, “shut up and kiss me.” y/n was pulled in for yet another a fiery kiss once again.

later that night, they invited the rest of their friends over and announced that they are now dating. kate asked who initiated the kiss, deena answered saying that it was her. kate did a little happy dance. turns out, simon, kate and josh had a bet of who would have initiated the kiss first. kate's bet was on deena and josh and simon's bet was on you.

“both of you!! cough up my $200 now!!” kate exclaimed gleefully while the boys sighed in defeat, handing the money to the girl. yep, deena had the best girlfriend, the best friends, life couldn't be more perfect for her.

© asvterias, 2022. please do not plagiarize any of my works.

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Hero || Tommy Slater ||

Summary: 16 years, it’s been 16 long years since the massacre....16 years when you tried to forget that night but it seem’s that Fate has other plans for you.

Warnings: Death, blood, gore, character death, hinted at sex, pregnant reader.

A/n: Part two of Knock Three Times, Made Tommy be the Sheriff of Shady Side so he and Dickface { Nick } have this Rivalry. 

Camp Nightwing-1978

Who Knew that walking around a camp at night would be terrifying, you couldn’t help but jump at every little noise. You did your best to calm your racing heart as your hands clutched the ax in your hand. You did your best to psych yourself up, you just had to kill your ex. 

“Y/n.”

That voice, you nearly dropped the weapon in his hand. How could a voice make your skin crawl. 

“Matthew.”

Slowly turning around a gasp escaped your lips, the man’s shirt was covered in blood as he played with a knife. “You just couldn’t sit still....you had to go an ruin everything.” the man snarled taking a step towards you as you took a step back.

“What did you do Matthew.”

“I had to correct your mistake.! “ he shouted and that’s when the man lost control, you didn’t even have a chance to react when he rushed you though you did feel the wind get knocked out of you from the mans fist slamming into your stomach.

Falling forward you felt the man clutch your hair to lift your head up. “And now you’re going to be another victim of a crazed counselor”

Then it all went back.

Alice sighed as she rested her head on Cindy’s shoulder. “I hope y/n will be alright.”

Cindy reached out grabbing Alice’s hand giving it a squeeze. “She will be, it’s Y/n after all.”

Though the two girls jumped as the door flew open, Cindy jumping where she saw that it was her sister with tears streaming down her face.

“Cindy!! It’s Matthew! he’s gone nuts...h-he killed some campers from.” she didn’t want to remember that, god it made her sick to even think about it. “He’s going to kill Y/n.” she shouted, trying to catch her breath.

“What! Ziggy what do you mean.?”

“Uh Cindy?”

“Not now Alice...we have too figure out...”

“Tommy is gone.”

“I can’t wait to watch your little boyfriend kill you.”

Tears streaming down your face, you tried to move as he caressed the knife against your cheek.

“I can still make this right y/n....say you’ll be with me and I can make all of this go away.”

Mustering up the courage you managed to spit in the mans face. “Fuck you, I’d rather die then to let you touch me again...”

“Bitch.”Slapping you across the face you slumped against the restraints. It was then you realized that you were tied to the very tree that Sarah Frier was killed at.

Lifting your head, you gave the man a bloodied smile. “Pussy.”

“You..”Gritting his teeth, lifted your shirt up. “I was going to be nice but since your being such a bitch.” Pressing the knife against the flesh of your stomach you tried to bite back a scream feeling the blade glide across your skin. You could already feel the blood bubbling up. “You could have had everything, the perfect life but you just had to fuck that loser! That nobody.”

Letting out a laugh you tried to fight through the pain, listing to him. He sounded crazed, was he always like this?

“You know….I used this very knife to slit the throat of one of the kids…kinda poetic. I’ll make sure to cry at your funeral y/n.” Grabbing your chin he forced his lips on yours as he stabbed the knife into your gut, you could taste the blood forcing its way up your throat.

Pulling away from the kiss, you felt the man run his finger over your lips as your blood trailed out of the corner of your mouth. “Try not to die before he gets here…gotta be the hero somehow.”

Your vision was spotty and as you kept closing your eyes you noticed that Matthew was gone and stalking towards you was a very bloodied and very angry Tommy. His hands clutching the axe tightly. Swallowing your fear you nearly missed the swipe of the axe. “Tommy!”

Stopping his axe in mid swing you hoped to get through him, you had to get through him. “Tommy…Tommy it’s me…please.”

Tommy felt something in him stir, a memory? A voice! Your voice over powering the other one clouding his mind. Gritting his teeth, he felt the axe slip out of his hands. “Y/n?”

A small laugh escaped your lips, you watched as Tommy seemed to struggle with himself, though felt relief flood through you as he rushed to your side. “W—what the hell is going on? I…shit y/n? Are you..who the fuck stabbed you.?”

Letting out a weak laugh you nearly fell into the man’s arms once he got rid of the knot he easily caught you only to feel a blade in his back. Letting out a cry he nearly dropped you as he elbowed whoever stabbed him.

Panting, Tommy gritted his teeth pulling the knife out from his back. Turning around he spotted Matthew, the man picking up the axe he dropped. “Why won’t you just die Slater!”

“What did you do?” Glancing down at your unconscious form, the man felt angry swell in him as he tackled Matthew to the ground. His hand slamming into the young man’s face until he felt a stab in his side, gritting his teeth he slipped off the man feeling Matthew stab him again. He wasn’t sure how many times he was stabbed though couldn’t help but look over at you his hand reaching out before everything went black.

Shady Side 1994

Jolting awake, Tommy took a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart. He wasn’t sure what brought that memory back. Pushing it far away from the back of his mind he knew he couldn’t tell you about it. Not when you were so far along in your pregnancy. Glancing down his his wedding ring he turned to see you still sleeping in bed. Leaning over he head your head a small kiss the slipped out nearly stumbling into the dresser.

“Get a hold of yourself Slater.”

Looking at the scars scattered over his chest he quickly shook his head as he slipped his clothes on. Buttoning up his shirt, he went to grab his badge until he felt a pair of arms wrap around his chest.

“Shouldn’t you be sleeping?”

“Shouldn’t you be in bed with your wife.”

Shaking his head Tommy turned to face you as he gave you a gentle kiss. “Have any plans today?”

[moon-beam95]

Please Mr. Jailer

Fandom: Fear Street

Pairing: Nick Goode x Reader

SMUT #18+

Had this song playing on loop in my head 😂 A repost as I could not edit my previous post :(

His hand twisted into your hair yanking you off his cock and swearing appreciatively at the line of spit connecting your lips to the the glistening head

You gasped for air, eyes staring unseeingly at the man standing above you.

“You want to go home tonight? Well?” he tugged at your hair.

“Yes”

“Yes, what.” he growled.

“Yes, Sheriff.”

“Well you're going to have to work a damn sight harder then.”

He pulled you up and slammed you against the cell bars, you moaned at the feeling of the cold bars against your heated flesh. You wiggled your rear at him desperate for his cock, for his touch, for anything he would give to you.

He groaned seeing you spread out in front of him, cum coating your thighs. One hand dug into your hips, sure to leave bruises the next day, while the other grasped his cock trailing it through your slick lips before sinking deep in one thrust.

Your moans echoed in the enclosed area. All but weeping as he fucked into you, giving you no time to adjust to him.

You scrambled for purchase, hand tightening around the bars, face pressed obscenely between them.

He slapped your ass as he thrusted watching appreciatively as your cheek turned red, loving the way you clenched around him with each slap.

“Please” you begged repeatedly, needing more as you rapidly reached your climax.

He molded his body to the back of yours. The Sheriff badge scraping against your flesh, mouthing at your neck before biting down marking you as his.

“Just think baby girl, anyone could walk in and see you, skirt hiked up, tits swinging free,” he reached round to palm one for emphasis, twisting a nipple and smirking at the resulting gasp. “Begging for my cock. See the way you just take and take. Tell me what would people say when seeing a respectable community leader acting like a common whore.”

You whimper, eyes closing at the image, hips jerking at his filthy words and some deep part of you wanting them to see this depraved coupling to know that he’s had you that you are his.

“ Please” you begged again, “need you, need, please.”

He smirked, straightening up before pulling you with him, one hand reaching to wrap around your throat engaging you in a filthy kiss, and the other trailing down your body to reach your clit.

His thrust sped up, your moans swallowed by him, and his fingers rubbed at your engorged clit in fast circles.

You broke away from him, mouth open in a soundless shout, as your orgasm crashed over you, cunt pulsing.

“Fuck” he swore such a good girl, he gave one final thrust sheathing himself inside you as you milked his cock. You gave a whimper at the feeling of his cum filling you.

Other than your combined pants silence reigned as he slowly pulled his cock from you, tucking himself away watching as you bent over pulling your panties up and your skirt down.

He stepped forwards helping you with the buttons of your shirt and you reciprocated by straightening his tie.

A small smirk tugged at your lips, “well Sheriff? Did I earn my freedom for today?”

He laughed “most definitely.”

A voice called out “Goode? You back there?”

It was Officer Kapinski, back from his lunch break.

“Yeah,“ he called out, as if he hadn’t just fucked you at his place of work. "Just a minute.”

You stepped away, opening the cell door heels echoing on the floor as you walked out to the main office, the Sheriff at your heels

.

“Ah hey y/n”

You smiled at him “Kapinski, I was just on my way home, see you.”

A hand reaches out pulling grasping your arm you turn and Sheriff Goode leans in to peck at your lips “see you at home Mrs Goode”

“Sure thing…Sheriff” she replied teasingly.

END ~

Despite all his faults I’m loving Sheriff Goode, and you know what they say if you want something doing right do it yourself. Or rather if there isn’t any Smut for him write your own. 😂

A relatively rough draft, I will most likely add to it later or write another fic.

[breakonthru]

hi! could you please do a simon kalivoda x fem!reader where reader wakes up late and finds Simon making breakfast and then she wraps her arms around his waist and then they make breakfast together with some cute morning kisses. Thank you!! i love these one shots 🥺

a/n: no need to be sorry anon! here’s your request! much love from one enby to another :) also! i made this in the third person because…. i wanted to? idk don’t ask me NDBSBDJ

the sound of sizzling as y/n woke up should’ve been alarming, in hindsight. they should’ve shot out of bed to run to the sound, but…. they didn’t. y/n rose with a groan, stretching their arms over their head and wincing at the pop their back had made.

simon had been shifting his weight from one leg to another as y/n entered the kitchen. it was hard to tell just what he had been doing from the distance, so, out of concern (definitely that, and not at all with the intention of spooking their boyfriend) they tip-toed closer, and all in one movement, their arms slipped around his waist.

the boy jolted, his face turning slightly to meet the eyes of the person resting on his shoulder as they placed a kiss on his cheek.

“you’re awake.” simon noted.

“you’re making eggs.”

“that i am, babe! i was meaning to give you breakfast in bed, though.” he commented, scrambling the eggs that lay in the pan.

“sorry to ruin your plans.” y/n hummed.

“yeah, yeah. get me two plates, would you?”

“i thought you were making me breakfast! why do i have to get the plates?” they joked, an exaggerated frown plastered on their face.

“if you don’t get going, the eggs will burn and there won’t be any breakfast, your highness.” he snarked in return, his top lip curling over into a smile.

y/n placed a soft kiss on his neck before retreating, reaching to the top of their cabinets to grab two brightly colored plates. they looked like something made for a toddler.

“breaking out the fine china, i see.” simon turned, one hand on his hip, the other on the spatula fixing the eggs.

“only the best for you, my dear.”

“oh, stop it, you!” he gushed cheekily, serving two eggs on the plates. “everything else is on the table.” simon nodded his head to the dining table as he moved to clean up.

“shall we?” y/n asked, sticking their arm out to link with his.

“we shall.”

the two of them walked to the table, which had been decorated with juices, toast, the works.

“really, thank you for all of this. i can’t help but feel a bit bad about it, though.”

simon hummed in confusion, his mouth full of eggs as he glanced up.

“you’re always doing so much, and i don’t thank you enough.” y/n sipped their juice, looking at the array of food with guilt.

“you do plenty!” he argued, swallowing. “though, some kisses wouldn’t hurt.” simon grinned.

“what am i doing over here, then?!” they joked, rising from your seat to sit next to simon.

the rest of the day had been filled with giggles and kisses, though neither had been complaining.

[porkbumh]

so, i lied. heres the part two i said i wouldn’t write <3 for — fear street 1978 | fear street 1994 part 2 no real pairing just yn causing nick goode to pee himself like a piss baby <3 c berman referred to as ziggy / christine interchangeably!

She called you. As soon as Deena told her the truth, Christine Berman picked up her phone and dialed your number. You didn’t answer until the second time — not that that was unusual, really. You had a bad habit of not answering your phone.

“Y/N.” Your heart started to race. Ziggy calling on a day that wasn’t scheduled could only mean one thing. It was happening again — another Shadysider had been turned into a monster. “I— I know what happened. To Tommy.”

You licked your lips nervously at the sound of his name. Thomas Slater was etched into your mind and body and soul. His name replaced every other word and his face was the only one you could ever see. You sighed, closing your eyes as your hands began to shake.

“Everyone knows what happened to him,” you spoke up. Even though you thought of his name on a continuous loop, you couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Not yet, I’m not ready to let go yet. “I was kinda there that night, C.”

“No, I mean,” her breath hitched. She met eyes with Deena, who nodded encouragingly. “I know why he turned bad. Why he started killing.”

You furrowed your eyebrows before rolling your eyes. She’d had the same thing to say since she miraculously survived that night at Camp Nightwing. “There isn’t a curse, Zig. There’s no witch to—“

“There is, but it’s not Sarah Fier.” She took another trembling breath. You could feel her nerves oozing into you. “It’s— it was Nick. The whole Goode family, actually. They’ve been doing this for centuries.”

“Nick?” Your voice broke. Sure, you didn’t really like the guy, but was he capable of second-hand murder? He was friends with Tommy — worked as a counselor with him and he just decided to turn him into a murderer?

And then you thought of how close he and Ziggy were. He didn’t just betray Tommy — he betrayed everyone at camp that night.

You zoned back into Christine’s rambling, catching the end of her sentence. “—two kids here and they saw them, all of them. And now Nick is after them, I guess. I’m going to help — I need to help. For—“

“I’ll be there soon.” That was all Christine Berman heard before a click! signified the end of your call.

—

“What are you doing here?” His voice was soft as he faced Christine. In Nick Goode’s eyes, the older woman flickered to who she was at camp — loose, red hair and a fresh burn on her arm. That was his Ziggy, that was who he fell in love with.

And, maybe part of Nick Goode would always be in love with Christine ‘Ziggy’ Berman.

Just like part of you would always be plagued with the feelings you have for Tommy.

Before she could respond — set the plan in motion — a new set of footsteps echoing in the mall caused everyone to pause. The sound of something sliding against the floor pierced their ears as they tried to figure out who this uninvited guest was.

Suddenly, Nick Goode was hit in the back with a bat and you were standing over him. You placed the tip of your shoe to his throat, daring him to move. Grinning down at him maliciously, you tilted your head. “Hi, Nick.”

“Y/N,” he choked out your name with wide eyes. After the events of Camp Nightwing, you had all but disappeared. No one heard from you that night other than the officers you ran to. “You’re here?”

“Yeah, I’m here.” You glanced at Christine, sending her a grin. You looked back down at the coward who was trembling beneath you, feeling the urge to just end him yourself. But, you didn’t — someone else could have that privilege. “Anyone ever tell you payback is a bitch, Goode?”

With that, you slammed the end of the bat into his nose. A sickening crack thudded against the mall’s walls and you made a run for it. Ziggy went with their original plan and dumped the paint bucket of Deena’s blood onto Nick.

The Shadyside killers were released and you held your breath. You were hiding with your old friend and three new faces. Christine nudged your shoulder, “thanks for joining us, Y/N.”

The older guy was staring at you in awe. You lifted an eyebrow in question. Mouth agape, he just shook his head. “I’m so glad you’re on our side.”

That made you giggle, the bright sound drowning out Nick’s pleas for help.

Somehow, the man of the hour freed himself. He took off running and Deena went after him. The killers paused, looking at the remaining four. Seeing Tommy once more caused your breath to hitch.

He was still wearing that stupid yellow shirt — except, now, it was so bloodied and stained you couldn’t barely tell what color it was. His head was covered with a burlap bag, hiding his face from your view.

But, maybe that was a good thing.

Deena’s fight didn’t seem to last long as the killers began to disappear. No — they were victims. The citizens of Shadyside were victims to the Goode’s and their selfish desires.

“You okay?” Ziggy asked as you stared. Tommy had faltered long ago, simply standing still as Ruby Lane began to fade away. “Seeing him again must be hard.”

“He’s free now,” you stated. You watched as Tommy’s figure began to fade away. His body was facing towards you and you told yourself he was staring at you. Of course, you couldn’t actually see his face, but you could pretend. “Tommy’s finally free.”

You can let go now.

— im sad again big sigh. anyways! yn did what we all wanted to do n i love them for it 

[daydreams-magic01]

You murdered my sister

(Nick Goode x wife!reader)

(Not my gifs, credit goes to the creators)

Main Masterlist

Requested by:  rosemarielancaster1369

Fandom: Fear Street

Year: 1994

Request: ‘Hi ! Sorry if I’m not doing this right, I’m still trying to figure out how to use tumblr. I was wondering if I could request a “fear street” x reader (the third movie) I was thinking Nick Goode (sheriff Nick) and the reader (she/her pronouns preferably) are married and Deena, Josh and ziggy tell her about the “Goode’s” being evil and all and just her reaction to that maybe also her helping set up the trap for Nick at the mall, sorry if that’s confusing or too long, if it is, I totally get it. Thank you for your time !

Ps. I love your writing, I think it’s amazing !’

Thank you so much! I love this idea! I made her Ziggy’s sister for drama. Is that okay?

Thank you so much! And it is not too long, it is wonderful!

Warnings: Language, mentions of death, mentions of family member death and children loosing their father, and sister loosing sister. Mentions of murder and betrayal.

Also, I don’t know how to feel about this, haha...

Words: 1.4K

Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine. There is also some dialogue from the movies, as part of this one shot is set in a scene from the film, I do not take credit for that dialogue.

This should only be found on my blog.

Author is always me on this blog: @daydreams-magic01​ .

A/N: Please do not copy or plagiarise this, or put it in your own book, etc. It should only be found here. Also, please mention if I should make a taglist and if you wanted to be added.

Thank you.

:)

"How dare you. Goodbye." (Y/n) slams the phone back on the receiver, flashing it the bird.

A bunch of teenagers decided to pull a prank, and at first, they had her; they rang up, saying that those two junkies were not the killers, and she believed them, offering to help and get her husband until they told her 'who' it was.

Her husband, Nick Goode, aka 'Sheriff Goode,' is most definitely not a killer.

(Y/n) freezes for a second, facing the open kitchen doorway, and thinks. At the -

No way.

Scoffing, she shakes her head and picks up her coffee mug, heading into the living room. These are her few minutes of rest, having just gotten the children to bed and very tired herself. She usually waits up for her husband, but he told her to head to bed as he will be out late.

However, hopefully, this coffee will keep her up for a couple more hours.

Maybe -

Nah.

She sighs and grabs the remote, the news channel instantly lighting up - there is her husband. She smiles at his face, feeling his gaze and love for her through the screen, almost as if he is looking right at her.

Her smile falls at the reminder of the atrocities that have occurred this night, reminding her of the camp. Her sister died that night.

She still finds herself in disbelief over the fact that Tommy would kill his girlfriend and all those children.

(Y/n) looks over to the picture of her and her friends on the wall. It was taken the morning of the Camp Nightwing massacre. They are all smiling; they were so happy.

Back then, Nick seemed to have had a crush on Ziggy; thankfully, he didn't, as it would be weird being married to him then, seeing as she is her sister.

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"(Y/n)." 

Her eyes shoot open, and she jumps, rolling off the sofa and onto the white rug. "Ziggy?"

There, above her, is her smiling sister, who she hasn't seen in years. Ziggy has never bothered to come and meet her nieces and nephews. 

"Get out."

Her smile falls as (Y/n) pushes herself up, lowering her voice to a whisper, "how did you get in here?"

"Why are you whispering?" Ziggy practically shouts, making her wince. Before she can speak, her sister takes in the room, her smile falling as she sees all the family pictures, "you married Nick?"

"He married me," she doesn't know what exactly she is saying, but all those insecurities from when she was a teenager are coming back and her embarrassment and shame.

She frowns and sighs, "I'm not surprised; I am the one who cut him out after all."

(Y/n) pulls a face, throwing her hands up in the air, "he chose me, Ziggy. Please get over it."

Her sister rolls her eyes, crossing her arms, "and you should have said no." There's a pause as (Y/n) glares at her sister, holding back profanities. 

Grabbing the remote, she switches off the television, turning to resume her glares at her sister. "Well, I said yes, and look what it got me, beautiful children and a happy marriage." Her sister's face falls, "so please, lower your voice."

"Listen, (Y/n), I didn't believe it at first either, but you should have said no."

"She's right," a male's voice states from the corridor, making her jump again. She goes to speak, but before she can, the out-of-breath boy does, "my sister wasn't lying on the phone. Your husband is evil."

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"Sarah Fier is not the witch."

(Y/n) is sat on the sofa, Deena, Josh, and Ziggy standing in front of her in the form of a semi-circle, coffee table pushed back. The children are at their Nanny's, Ziggy having ordered her to call her to take them away for the night.

"But the rhyme -" 

Deena shakes her head and takes a seat beside her, "the rhyme is a lie." She looks between her sister and the other two, she goes to speak again, but she is cut off, "made by Solomon Goode." She places her hands on top of (Y/n's) and laughs, "an agreement with the devil passed down generation to generation."

(Y/n) shakes her head.

Then she remembers.

"He arrived so quickly to kill the - Ryan Torres." Josh nods, placing his hand in his pockets, and he rolls back and forth on the balls of his feet. "Sunnyville has no crime; I always thought it was the witch- but why?"

"He wants Sunnyville to have no crime, accidents, or anything," (Y/n) nods, "so he kills Shadysiders." 

She stops nodding and stands, shaking her head as she smooths down the ends of her button-up, her eyes beginning to brim with tears. 

"He sacrifices them," (Y/n) turns around to face the now standing Deena, "but Cindy."

"Collateral damage."

(Y/n) clenches her fists, her gaze hardening at her coffee cup as she shakes her head. "But I am a Shadysider... my children..."

Deena frowns, "I'm sorry, but it is the truth."

"Tell me everything."

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(Y/n) watches the trees whiz past them, and then the signs; as they near the mall. 

It all makes sense but is it true?

For years she and Nick have been together, happy, married, and had children. Now, she understands she was his second choice. Now, she understands that he killed her sister. Now, she understands he is a risk to her babies.

Fuck him.

She should be ashamed of what she is about to do, this plan.

Murder her husband.

She is sad, but she is not ashamed.

Sheriff Good her ass. 

How can she love a monster?

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"You're a monster."

Nick's eyes pull away from Ziggy as his wife stands out from behind the tree. His eyes widen, his jaw-dropping slightly. 

She smirks, stepping down to take her sister's place in front of him. The plan is in motion, going so well as he slowly falls further into their trap. Ziggy steps to the side, allowing her sister to take her place, right next to the rope. 

Her smirk slowly transforms into a smile as she watches him take her outfit in, one of his favorites, a flattering, red dress - in fact, he bought it for her as an anniversary gift.

"Honey?"

She shakes her head, her hand going to the rope, "it's (Y/n)," and she pulls it.

Ziggy grabs her hand and (Y/n) gives thanks to the heavens that this dress is flowy above her knees otherwise she would not be able to run. 

She can't help the heart-wrenching feeling she has as she hears her friends pull their ropes, releasing the monsters.

Then it happens.

Her husband wraps one arm around her neck, the other around her waist as he pulls her back. Ziggy gasps and runs forward, stopping once he raises his arm and points his gun at her. "DEENA! GET THEM AWAY FROM ME!" (Y/n) screams, continuing to thrash about as her eyes gloss over with tears. "IF I DIE, SHE DIES!" His arm darts between each of the serial killers as he ignores the fact that this is his wife.

"What happened to our vows, sweetie?" He whispers into her ear, making her gag. She begins to scream louder, making her throat burn slightly. "GO AWAY!" Her screams get louder and louder as she tries to step on his feet as hard as she can, but he does not flinch. "GET BACK!"

"You murdered my sister." She whispers, and for a second, his arm holding his gun wavers. "You'd probably kill our children too, just like the children you have today."

He inhale sharply, his arm around her neck tightening, "how dare you- I would never harm our own -"

His arm loosens, and she falls forward, her sister catching her, as Nick falls to the ground, Skullmask stabbing him in the back.

"Karma's a bitch Nicky!" (Y/n) shouts triumphantly as two begin to run, gripping each other's hand.

Then it happens again.

(Y/n) is grabbed.

"Your blood, it's on her!" Josh shouts as the crazy possessed body pulls her to him by her neck.

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[remuslupins-lover]

simon kalivoda imagine

simon was dead. my best friend, my other half, my lover was dead. it should’ve been any other person, hell, it should’ve been me.

i didn’t cry when you left at first

my first instinct was not to cry, but to deny everything. simon wasn’t dead, kate wasn’t dead, i’ll grow old with simon and we’ll have kids.

but now that your dead it hurts

the camp nightwing killer disappeared into thin air. i ignored deena’s calls, i ignored the pool of blood i was standing on, i ignored sam coughing.

i fell on my knees, stupidly checking for a pulse. “y/n…” i heard josh begin, his voice laced with sympathy

this time i gotta know

“simon? simon! wake up! c’mon, si, don’t do this to me!” i began sobbing.

where’d our happy ending go? the happy ending you promised me.

i love daddy issues (the song)

[villanelleskiss]

wrote up a little fanfiction for our favorite horror girlfriends, Sam and Deena and also Hannah Miller and Sarah Fier. 

it’s in diary style, one part in 1666 and the other in 1994. just a short and sweet oneshot. happy reading and if you enjoy it, leave comments and kudos!! :) 

[restinslices]

With You Gone Pt 2

After her visit to the cemetery, Deena’s plagued with false hope.

Deena hadn’t noticed she made it to school. She didn’t even remember getting dressed, but here she was, suddenly aware she was walking towards her locker. 

She approached her locker, rolled her eyes and banged on the locker next to hers, alerting the couple making out. Strange. They seemed familiar. Maybe she had a class with one of them.

She went to open her locker, only to jump when someone suddenly cut into the locker next to hers. Heather’s old locker.

“What are-”, the figure left before she could finish. She looked at the locker and her eyebrows furrowed. The locker was covered in pictures and notes of condolences. Heather was dead, yes, so this shouldn’t have been weird… except the janitor had taken all of those things down a month after her passing. Some new girl with red hair owned that locker now.

She looked at the carving. “RIP”. 

“You see? It’s the witch. Sarah Fier’s back”, a familiar voice said behind her. Deena felt like her heart was squeezed and she froze where she stood. It couldn’t have been… it couldn’t have been the girl who’s whispers sounded like honey even if honey obviously didn’t have a sound. It couldn’t have been the girl who was determined to leave Shadyside and become something special. It couldn’t.

“Are you ok?”, that voice again.

She turned around slowly, and when she finally made eye contact with the girl, a small gasp left her lips.

Kate looked back at her and Deena was sure that Kate was waiting for an answer, but what could she say? There Kate was, standing there in front of her alive and well. Head intact, no stab wound, no blood, no screaming. 

One of Kate’s hands felt Deena’s forehead, “are you sick?” She asked. Deena grabbed Kate’s hand and let out a sigh of relief. She felt real. She could feel how warm she was, even the bones under her flesh. 

None of this made sense. She was back to that day, the day she regretted more than anything. She even felt the heaviness in her other hand suddenly, and when she looked down she saw it was the box full of Sam’s things. She looked back up at Kate, who looked like she was close to having Deena admitted to a psych ward. 

Deena dropped the box and wrapped her arms around Kate, taking in the scent of her perfume. She always told Kate she sprayed too much, but the smell no longer bothered her. It had been a smell she missed. A smell she craved. Deena didn’t even care about the tears that were rushing down her face, something she never wanted people to see. She especially hated the idea of crying in public. 

“You’re as warm as the day I lost you…”, Deena whispered. She couldn’t see Kate’s reaction, but she knew she sounded crazy.

“Maybe we should move to a bathroom?”, Kate suggested. 

Yes! If Kate was here that meant Simon was here as well! Deena let go of Kate and immediately rushed to the bathroom. She threw the door open then walked directly to the stall she knew Simon was in and swung it open. Simon was chewing on his nail and looked over at Deena. She didn’t know how she looked, but Simon frowned. “You-”

Deena didn’t let him finish. She hugged him and held him as tight as she could, his arms wrapping around her as well. Had there been a God that was watching and gave her another chance? Maybe those months with them gone was just punishment before she got her reward. Like saying “remember this feeling. Don’t let it happen again”. It didn’t matter. Simon, a friend she called “idiot” more than anything, was back. Both he and Kate were back.

Deena heard the door open and multiple things hit the sink counter. She assumed Simon mouthed something because Kate said a simple “no idea”. Simon had to pry Deena off him and push the both of them out of the stall. Simon wiped at her tear stained face, “what’s up with you?”.

“I um…”, Deena didn’t know how to answer without sounding crazy, “I missed you”.

“We saw you yesterday”, Kate said, clearly sounding suspicious. 

“It’s a long time”

“Worth all the tears?”

“It’s because of me. Any time away from me is too long”, Simon joked causing Kate to roll her eyes. 

“We’re being serious here Simon. Look at her. And what’s this box?”. Deena had forgotten all about that box. Maybe if she hadn’t been so worried about that box and Sam, she wouldn’t have lost Kate and Simon the first time around. Deena grabbed the box off the counter,

“A bunch of worthless shit”

“That’s why you brought it here?”

Deena discarded the box in the trash, the sound of it hitting the bottom satisfying her. Even if she still liked Sam, she’d be at the bottom of her list from now on. 

“Like I said, worthless shit”. Her mind replayed the day. After this they went to the gym, then heard the game today was mandatory, then the fight, then shit was ruined. Deena knew what she had to do. She couldn’t let them enter that gym.

Deena cleared her throat, and tried to seem calm, “Let’s skip”.

“Skip?” Simon and Kate both said in surprise. 

“That’s what I said”.

“Why?”, Simon asked 

“Forget why. We can’t skip, there’s a game”

“It’ll probably be canceled ‘cause of last night”

“Games are never canceled. They just say bullshit about being sad. We can’t just skip, it’ll look bad”

“You have a box of drugs in the vent but skipping a game is what you’re worried about?”

“How do you know-“

“Kate”, Deena sighed and rubbed her face. She couldn’t let them into that gym. She couldn’t let them get to that game. Well, maybe she could. Maybe she could do everything the same besides dropping the cooler or whatever it was. She couldn’t remember right now when she was so stressed. Still, she didn’t wanna risk it. She didn’t want Kate, Simon or her anywhere near Sam or Sarah Fier’s bones. Getting them out of school was the best option. Kate was just really fucking stubborn.

“Deena, you sure you’re ok?”, Simon asked with genuine concern. Kate and Simon stood together, both of them eyeing Deena like they expected her to have a breakdown in front of her. She couldn’t lie, she was really close to.

“Even if it’s not canceled, you know those Sunnyvale assholes are gonna say something-“

“They always do”

“Doesn’t mean we gotta hear it again. Come on, we haven’t even made it to our first class. No one knows we’re here. You can say I was feeling like shit and you both were comforting me. Say I knew Heather, or Ryan or anyone that was at the mall”

“That’s kinda shitty”, Simon stood on the toilet and grabbed Kate’s box. Hopefully that meant he was close to agreeing, just maybe not under that certain lie.

“Simon, come on”.

Simon thought for a second before he smiled and wrapped his arm around Deena’s shoulder. Deena’s heart slowed down a bit. Simon was on her side.

“Kate please. What if I said I really needed you two today?”. Kate huffed but nodded 

“Fine. But I’m blaming you”.

~~~

Deena’s heart hadn’t returned to a normal speed until they were all in her living room watching a movie, nothing bloody allowed. They only watched half of the movie before they turned it off and moved to Deena’s room, talking about nothing in particular. Deena had missed this. Sure, she talked to Sam and Josh all the time, but neither of them had Simon’s weird quirks or Kate’s sense of humor. 

Deena had been mainly listening to the two talk, not really intervening. She just listened and soaked in their voices, remembering how they pronounced each word and how their tone would change depending on the subject. Everything was perfect. 

“Deena?”, she heard Simon say. She looked over at him. It had been so long since she saw the small curl in his hair. A curl, a bump, whatever it was, it was in the front of his face and the bottom of his hair went up in that area. “You listening?”, he asked.

“Yeah”, she lied. Kate and Simon looked at each other then her, both of them with skeptical and slightly worried looks. “I’m listening, I swear. Just don’t know what to say”. 

“You’ve been off all day. What’s wrong?” Kate asked. Deena shrugged,

“Just a weird day”, they just had no idea how weird it had been. Deena’s eyes suddenly ached, and she groaned as she rubbed them. Before either of them could ask, she said “my eyes hurt”.

“Close ‘em. I’ll tell you what I said, like a little lullaby”, although Deena was still rubbing her eyes, she could tell Simon was smiling. 

Deena agreed and closed her eyes. Simon began talking about a movie he saw recently that he hated and how would’ve written it and if he did, he’d get so much money he could take him, Kate, Deena and Josh out of Shadyside. Deena could hear Kate smack him in the back of the head and say how that wouldn’t be possible from just one movie, and if he ever wrote a movie it’d probably be borderline porn. Deena heard Simon say something like “people love that!”, but his voice started to become fuzzy and distant. It got worse. When Kate spoke, she couldn’t make out any words. Deena tried to open her eyes, but it wouldn’t budge. She could just barely feel her hands come up to her face and try to pry her eyes open. What was happening?! Her body felt like it was floating in nothingness, and the voices had gone completely silent.

Deena opened her eyes and gasped. She sat up and looked to where Kate and Simon were supposed to be, but nothing was there.

“What?”, she mumbled to herself. Her eyes glanced around the room. There was no evidence of Kate and Simon ever being there. No chips, no popcorn, no drinks, no note saying they left, the door was closed and the room was dark. She turned on the lamp then looked down. She was wearing pajamas.

None of it was real. There was no God that blessed her with the power to go back in time and make things right. There was no more hearing Kate and Simon go back and forth. It was all a dream, and she woke up from that dream. 

Deena laid back down and closed her eyes. Maybe she was tired enough to go back to sleep and be with them again! She laid there, eyes closed, body still, mind replaying her dream over and over again.

Tears slipped past Deena’s closed eyes as the minutes passed. She tried to take a deep breath, but when she went to exhale, it all came out shallow. 

“Please please please”, her voice came out wobbly, “just five more minutes”, this time her voice was hardly a whisper. She knew she was lying. If she got five more minutes, she’d wake and ask for five more, then five more, and the cycle would repeat. Her mouth opened to plead again, but all that came out was a choked sob. She opened her eyes and looked over at the empty space. Although her tears blurred her vision, she still knew one thing; Kate and Simon weren’t there. 

She covered her eyes with her hands, another sob pushing past her lips. Then another sob escaped and before she knew it, her sobs turned to screams that scratched at her throat. Screams that kept going even when her dad and Josh burst through the door. Their dad jumped in bed next to her, pulling her close, and when Deena’s body tried to fight back and thrash away, he pulled her again and pet her head, telling her that she was ok and everything would be ok. All of it seemed like bullshit.

Deena continued sobbing against her dad, as Josh stood in the doorway. Maybe Deena’s eyes were playing tricks on her, but when she wiped her eyes and got a split second of perfect vision before the tears fell again, she could’ve sworn Josh’s eyes were red too.

[moonlit-imagines]

Status Page

(Updated January 16, 2023)

listed below are all movies and shows i take requests for and how far along i am in each! all movies on this list I have seen, shows will have how far along i am next to them! (bold on a TV show means i’m done, bold on the season means i’m done with that season)

check out my watchlist for my in progress and in line shows/movies!

American Horror Story

Murder House

Asylum

Coven

Batfamily/DCAU

Batman Returns (Part 1 + 2)

Batman: The Long Halloween (Part 1)

Batman: Under the Red Hood

Injustice

Justice League vs. The Fatal Five

Son of Batman, Batman vs. Robin

Harley Quinn (Season 2)

Young Justice (Season 4)

Cobra Kai/Karate Kid

Karate Kid

Karate Kid Part II

Karate Kid Part III

Karate Kid: The Next Part

Cobra Kai (Season 4)

DCEU

Aquaman

Batman vs. Superman

Birds of Prey

Black Adam

Justice League

Justice League (Snyder Cut)

Peacemaker (Season 1)

Suicide Squad

The Suicide Squad

Wonder Woman

Wonder Woman 1984

DCTV

Gotham (Season 4)

Titans (Season 3)

DC Movies (Non-DCEU/Animation)

Batman (1989)

Batman Returns

Batman Forever

Batman & Robin

The Batman

Joker

Disney Animation

Aladdin

Alice in Wonderland

Beauty and the Beast

Brave

Frozen

The Little Mermaid

Moana

Peter Pan

Princess and the Frog

Tangled

Disney Channel Original Movies

Descendants

Descendants 2

Descendants 3

Teen Beach Movie

Euphoria (Season 2)

Fear Street

Fear Street Part One: 1994

Fear Street Part Two: 1978

Fear Street Part Three: 1666

Friends

The Good Place

Harry Potter/Fantastic Beasts

Sorcerer’s Stone

Chamber of Secrets

Prisoner of Azkaban

Goblet of Fire

Order of the Phoenix

Half-Blood Prince

Deathly Hallows (Part 1)

Deathly Hallows (Part 2)

Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Fantastic Beasts: The Crimes of Grindelwald

Fantastic Beasts: The Secrets of Dumbledore

I Am Not Okay with This

Indiana Jones

Raiders of the Lost Ark

Temple of Doom

Last Crusade

Kingdom of the Crystal Skull

Marvel Cinematic Universe

Agent Carter

Ant-Man

Ant-Man & the Wasp

Avengers

Avengers: Age of Ultron

Avengers: Infinity War

Avengers: Endgame

Black Panther

Black Widow

Captain America: The First Avenger

Captain America: The Winter Soldier

Captain America: Civil War

Captain Marvel

Defenders

Daredevil (Season 2)

Doctor Strange

Doctor Strange in the Multiverse of Madness

Eternals

Falcon and the Winter Soldier

Guardians of the Galaxy

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2

Hawkeye

Iron Fist (Season 1)

Iron Man

Iron Man 2

Iron Man 3

Jessica Jones (Season 2)

Loki (Season 1)

Luke Cage (Season 1)

Moon Knight (Season 1)

Ms. Marvel (Season 1)

Oneshots: The Consultant, A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to Thor’s Hammer, Item 47, Agent Carter, All Hail the King, Team Thor (Part 1), Team Thor (Part 2), Team Darryl

Punisher (Season 1)

Shang-Chi and the Legend of the Ten Rings

She-Hulk: Attorney at Law (Season 1)

Spider-Man: Homecoming

Spider-Man: Far From Home

Spider-Man: No Way Home

Thor

Thor: The Dark World

Thor: Ragnarok

WandaVision

What If…? (Season 1)

Marvel (Non-MCU/XMCU/Games)

The Amazing Spider-Man (Andrew Garfield)

The Amazing Spider-Man 2

Into the Spider-Verse

Spider-Man (Tobey Maguire)

Venom

Venom: Let There Be Carnage

Morbius

Peaky Blinders (Season 5)

Riverdale (Season 4)

Shameless (U.S.)

Star Wars

The Phantom Menace

Attack of the Clones

The Clone Wars

Revenge of the Sith

Bad Batch (Season 1)

Jedi: Fallen Order

Solo

Rebels

Rogue One

A New Hope

The Empire Strikes Back

Return of the Jedi

The Mandalorian (Season 2)

The Book of Boba Fett (Season 1)

The Force Awakens

The Last Jedi

The Rise of Skywalker

Stranger Things (Season 3)

That 70’s Show

The 100

The Umbrella Academy (Season 2)

X-Men

First Class

Days of Future Past

Apocalypse

Dark Phoenix

Deadpool

Deadpool 2

Logan

New Mutants

[asvterias]

𝖠𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎 ~ 𝖱𝗎𝖻𝗒 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖾

Part 2

Warnings: Major Angst, Main Character Death & Blood

Pairings: Possessed!Ruby Lane x Black!Girlfriend!Possessed Reader

Summary: Y/N and Ruby are a couple who were turned into another pair of shadyside killers. Y/N manages to turn back to normal and tries to save her girlfriend and she turns ruby back to normal but y/n had to pay a price.

Word Count: 3,477

Author’s Note: Requested from my wattpad account.

— italic are the flashbacks

— bold are the whispers

“this is y/n fraser and ruby lane.” josh states, showing the group of teens a teared piece of paper, showing two girls with the main headline saying, 'TWO TEENAGE GIRLS FILLETS FRIENDS'. what caught kate's attention was y/n's last name. “look at y/n's last name. same as sam's.”

“wait, so what you're saying is that sam is a descendent of y/n. the sexy hot black chick!” simon questions josh who nods his head, “it could be a possibility.”

“no, you could be wrong. it could have been some other black hot chick from 1965 who just had bad luck with this shitty town.” deena argues, clearly not believing that her ex's descendent was now a shadyside killer and the same could be happening to sam. “well i heard my mom talking about before and it ruined our family for a really long time.”

“you always hurt the one you love...” a song starts from a distance. “do you guys hear that?” simon asks, terrified to deal with other crazy hot bitch.

“it sounded like—“

“y/n...” ziggy finishes for kate. simon peeks his head out when he hears the singing getting louder, “we need to hide.” the group of teens and ziggy hide in josh's room, they all labored their breathing in hopes that the killer wouldn't find them. a silhouette came from the kitchen window which forms a shadow of a girl, revealing a shadyside killer; y/n fraser.

the front door jingles before it opens and y/n walks inside the house, her singing becoming mercilessly scary with every step she takes inside the house. she had a razor blade in her left hand, the top of her left arm and right elbow was covered in dried blood of her last victims in '65.

she had a scar on her right cheek, multiple big slits across her wrist and an outfit similar to ruby's. y/n finally reaches josh's room and spots a piece of curly hair behind a few drawers.

she stops singing and the shadysiders breath in relief but it soons turns to horror when an arm yanks deena's hair, pulling her onto the ground making deena face y/n. deena quickly gets up before the killer could attempt to kill her, “run!” everyone else starts to run, all heading for the door but sam doesn't move and stares at y/n.

the girl stares back at the blonde before she starts to stalk over to the young fraser girl. the other friends shout for sam to run but she doesn't and she remained frozen in place. sam knew that if she didn't run, she would die. it would have been really stupid for her to die for no reason.

“auntie y/n.” y/n halts to sam's words, just in time for deena to grab sam's hand. whatever light in y/n was gone when she attacked deena, slicing the side of her neck, similar to what ruby did to simon. kate grabs the nearest knife and quickly runs up to the possessed y/n, slitting her throat in one action and the girl falls down 'dead'.

“why did you do that?”

“to give us more time. did you say the way y/n froze?”

“yeah, kate's right. y/n froze like she had a flashback of something.” ziggy agrees with the head cheerleader.

“maybe we can bring her back. that's how we bring her back.”

“this is not funny josh!” deena declares, not in the mood for jokes when all of their lives could be at stake.

“i'm not joking, deena.” y/n starts to get up and simon notices alerting the group, “well whatever it is, you need to do it now,”

“quick, ambush her!!” the shadysiders do as josh instructed them and ambushed y/n. the brown-skinned girl visions starts to blur before she fully fades into darkness.

y/n started to repeatedly blink her eyes, still trying to adjust to the blinding light. once she regains full consciousness, she first noticed that her first instinct wasn't to kill the teen shadysiders in front of her. she felt different, that she had choice of her own mind and those annoying voices in her head which used to be there for the past 30 years are now gone.

no more brutal killings with no regret of taking an innocent life. “she's waking up.” a voice notices alerting the rest of the group.

“who are you?”

“i'm sam fraser your great great niece, who you almost tried to murdered.” sam calmly states.

“sorry 'bout that,” y/n sheepishly said before noticing that she's tied up to a chair with her arms and legs tied up, “could you think to untie me please?”

“i don't know, could you think of not trying to kill your descendent?” deena snarks from behind y/n as she unties the ropes which held her arms from moving. josh unities the rope from y/n's feet which held her legs from moving. once now untied.

she took a look around of her surroundings, clearly confused. “where am i? where's my girlfriend?” y/n turned her head around frantically, looking for her brunette girlfriend but no avail. y/n had social anxiety so when ruby was with her, she'd be fine. “i think the important question that you should be asking is what year is it?”

“what year is it?”

“1994.” that sentence struck a cord in y/n, she couldn't believe her ears. the girl who responded to her question must be lying cause there's no way that she died 30 years ago. “who's your girlfriend?”

“ruby. my ruby.” y/n trails off, still uncertain of the group of teens surrounding her. josh questions y/n, “look, do you want to save your girlfriend?”

“yes, more than anything in the world.”

“well, then listen up.”

Y/N'S FLASHBACKS - 1965 AT RUBY'S HOUSE

when they were setting up for the party, y/n was the first one to hear the whispers. her head started to pounding like crazy. voices start to chant her name repeatedly, so much that she wanted to bash her own head in.

she started to lose some of her vision, blinking a few times but the pounding headache would not leave. y/n was in trance after the whispers stopped but was broken out of it by her girlfriend.

“darling, are you ok?” ruby asked geniuly concerned for her girlfriend. y/n just nods it off and sends a reassuring smile to the brunette, not wanting to cloud ruby with all of her problems. ruby was her girlfriend not a therapist. she lied saying, “horrible headache.”

“i think my mom has some aspirin in the kitchen.” ruby leaves the room, heading downstairs to the kitchen, opening the cabinet full of medicine. she finds the aspirin, grabbing one pill and pouring some water in a glass before heading back upstairs to her girlfriend. “thanks babe,” y/n takes the pill and drinks it down with water. once the pill was digested, she got up ready to finalize the rest of the sleepover.

“what do you think, you're doing?” ruby held her hand out stopping y/n from getting out of the bed.

“this sleepover isn't going to fix itself.” y/n responded. “stay in my bed until that headache of yours is gone.”

“but—“

“no buts, darling. i'll get the rest of things ready in time.” she puffs up the pillows behind y/n and pulls y/n to lay down. she places a quick kiss on her girlfriend's lips before leaving the room, closing the door quietly so she won't irritate y/n's headache from becoming worst.

y/n tried to fall asleep, twisting and turning on her sides than on her stomach and her back but none of the positions was comfortable enough for her. she groans in annoyance when the splitting headache rushes over her again but this time it's worse, the voices in her head were now shouting at her. y/n!! y/n!! y/n!! y/n!! y/n!!

y/n knew in fact that it was a female voice shouting out to her. whatever was shouting at her, she wouldn't let it take over her. the voices got louder and louder as y/n held her head in agony wanting to break free from the distress she was in.

this pain was worst when after you got your hair did and you couldn't sleep in the bed comfortably or when your head hurts when you laugh. the devil's hold was just too strong for y/n and now the devil had full control over y/n fraser. her face became neutral and she got up out of the bed, just as ruby walked back inside the room.

“baby, i made you some of your favorite cookies,” the brunette states, looking at y/n furious that she didn't listen to her commands. “i told you stay in bed.” nothing. y/n said nothing. ruby snapped her fingers to get her girlfriend's response but y/n's face stayed neutral, ruby's lips were just a mere feet away from y/n's. the devil decided to spare the couple for now and unpossessed y/n until the real fun began.

y/n broken out of her cold stare and almost blushed at how close her and ruby were. ruby backs away from y/n, giving her girlfriend some space. “ruby, i'm okay. just zoned out a little that's all.”

“sure, that sounds so convincing.” ruby rolled her eyes and folded her arms, clearly unconvinced. y/n stands up and places her forehead touching ruby's.

“i'm fine, i promise. stop worrying about me,”

“darling, you know that i always worry about you.” ruby says, her arms still folded as a pour forms upon her lips. y/n walks up to her brunette girlfriend and lifts ruby's chin up and kisses her, ruby kisses back smiling deeply into the kiss. the kiss lasts for about 10 seconds before y/n pulls away, both of their foreheads touching each other once again.

“i love you, ruby lane.”

“i love you too, y/n fraser.”

the devil's next victim was ruby lane but he waited for the sleepover to happen. ruby seemed in a trance-like state when it was in the middle of the sleepover. she started to hear the same voices. once it was all good and the next thing she knew was picking up a razor and slitting her friend throat closest to her.

the other friends screamed in horror, scared why y/n would murdered her friend. ruby leaves the room before returning back to her bedroom, a razor blade in one of her hands before slitting another girl's throat watching as the dead girl drops to the floor. the remaining 10 girls scream in fear, not wanting to be next.

y/n and ruby made eye-contact and ruby winked at y/n before going to kill another teen girl. the last remaining girl, stood traumatized looking all over the floor, seeing 12 girls all dead, with their throats slit. the blood from each dead girl was mixing together and now was seeping into the carpet. the blonde girl backed up in fear into a corner and was pleading for her life as y/n and ruby both walk towards her.

she begged for the now shadyside killers to have mercy on her, not wanting to die at 16 saying that there was so much more that she wanted to do. the shadyside couple gave no remorse as they both slit her throat mercilessly, not caring that the blood spraying at their faces.

i guess you can say that the pair was a killer couple. ruby thereafter killed herself, she first slashed near her eyebrows and than slitted her wrists. y/n soon followed behind her after and sliced her right cheek, not even acknowledging the pain and than cut her own wrists until she felt numb and fell into a pit of darkness.

the atmosphere around the room were just a pile of dead bodies in ruby's bedroom with a song still playing in the background. when ms lane reached home, she was sure in for a treat. she expected her daughter's friends and girlfriend to be having fun but when she heard no cheers of fun, she became worried.

she walked into her daughter's room and let out a horrid scream at the sight upon her. ms. lane instantly ran back downstairs and called 911. “can you please tell me what happened?” a policemen asked ms. lane.

“i came home and went to ruby's room and that's when i saw the 14 dead bodies including my daughter ruby and her beloved girlfriend, y/n dead, all dead. the scene was horrifying and i ran back downstairs and called the police.”

END OF FLASHBACKS

“ruby? please ruby it's me.” y/n puts both hands on ruby's cheeks but the brunette acts neutral, taking out her razor blade before stabbing her girlfriend with it in the stomach. y/n lets out a choked grunt as she falls on the floor and the shadysider killer straddles y/n.

“you always...” ruby starts to stabs y/n in the stomach, “hurt the one you love...” ruby then stabs her in the chest as y/n's mouth starts coughing out blood, “the one you shouldn't hurt at all...” ruby raises her razor blade, coaxed in her beloved girlfriend's blood before slitting her throat in clean cut.

y/n gurgles a little bit before, the life fades out of y/n's eyes and she closes them for the last time as her lifeless hands drop from ruby's face.

y/n was dead but at least she died seeing her beautiful girlfriend's face for the last time. maybe y/n will meet ruby in the afterlife. she forgave ruby, after all they were in love. ruby, her ruby. she'll meet her beloved soon but for now, she'll watch over her. she'll watch as her ruby finds someone else to date and soon marry and move on from her.

deena, sam, kate, simon and josh stood in ashionment as ruby gets up off of y/n's dead body and starts walking over to them, singing her song again. the teens were too starstrucken to move their feet and run for their lives. as ruby started to walk to the group of teens, she froze into place before fainting.

the minute ruby woke up, she instantly ran to y/n's body, placing y/n's head on her lap, “y/n!! y/n!! wake up darling, please!! y/n, i'm so sorry i didn't mean too. i truly didn't mean for this to happen especially to you. y/n, you need to wake up because this is not the end for us.”

simon walked to over ruby and hugged her, the girl hugged him back tightly. “i didn't mean to kill her. i loved her. i still love her,” she whispered into simon's shirt and soon broke down in simon's arms and the boy cradled the crying girl. the boy felt his shirt getting stained with tears but he couldn't care less. he couldn't imagine losing a loved one, he felt remorse for the girl, she had no idea what she was doing.

he knew that ruby would have to live with the fact that she killed her beloved girlfriend, even though it wasn't her fault. it was all the solomon goode's fault, if he hadn't been a homophobic asshole and let sarah and hannah be gay none of this would have happened. 300 years of the shadyside curse had taken its toll once again, a possessed shadysider takes away another innocent shadysider's life.

it was history repeating itself all over again. sarah sacrificed her life for hannah and y/n sacrificed her life for ruby. sarah and y/n both loved hannah and ruby so much that they would die for them. ruby and hannah were heartbroken when their lover placed their life before their own. turns out the couples had a lot in common, they couldn't kiss in broad daylight. they both had to deal with the goodes being homophobic towards them. kate tried to negotiate with her, “it's not your fault.”

“she tried to save me and it costed her life!” ruby exclaims, pointing to y/n's dead body. tears freely stream down her face, her eyes now red from crying too much. “ruby, she's i—“ ruby shook of simon and crawled back to y/n.

“no!! i killed my girlfriend. we had a future together.” she whimpers, putting her hand on the side of y/n's cheek, already disgusted at herself for killing her own girlfriend. she'll never forgive herself for this. y/n and ruby had a future planned together, they would get married, leave shadyside, have two kids and get old and die together.

unfortunately, they were stuck with bad luck, that's all you get from being a shadysider. it's either be the hunter or the hunted, in this case, y/n was the huntress and than soon became the hunted. ruby placed a chaste kiss on her darling girlfriend's forehead for the last time as a few tears fall on y/n's face.

“i will always love you forever y/n.” ruby opens her heart locket, revealing a picture of the two young girls, smiling at each other.

all of their memories came into view, replaying in ruby's head. y/n asking ruby out, her saying yes which lead up to their first date. it wasn't really expensive, y/n knew that ruby loved singing so she took her to an auditorium where they were  all alone. ruby sang a few songs and offered y/n to sing with her. y/n tried to declined warning ruby that she can't sing but ruby ignores her and threw a mic to her.

after a few hours of y/n's off key singing, she ended the night ordering take-out, driving to an open field only covered in grass. y/n spreaded out a blanket, on the grass. after they both ate, the two girls laid underneath the stars, secretly admiring each other. who popped the question? ruby asked y/n to be her girlfriend after their 7th date.

their first kiss, ruby actually initiated the kiss after y/n got into a car accident. ruby immediately rushed to the hospital after hearing the news, once she found y/n's hospital room, she rushed over to you and hugged y/n like she would disappear in thin air. the kiss was innocent but passionate at the same time, ruby cupped y/n's face and y/n would grin into the smile totally melting into the kiss.

their first time, y/n and ruby were both virgins but made sure to take their time with one another passionately. ruby would praise y/n's body as y/n will do the same. they created a safe word just in case one of them would be uncomfortable when having sex, totally ruby's idea.

“she got us matching lockets, with each other's initials. she would have my initials and i would have hers and inside was a picture of us smiling and goofing around at each other. she would always tell me if something ever happened to either of us, we'd open our locket and it would feel that she would be standing right next to me, watching over me. i told her that i wouldn't let anything happen to her and she smiled at me and said that we all have to go someday whether we like it or not.” ruby trembles her bottom lip, tracing her hand over y/n's face in the picture in the locket with a smile on her face.

“what if there's a way that you can feel at peace with y/n?” deena asked the brunette shadysider.

“what do you have in mind?”

© asvterias, 2022. please do not copy or translate any of my works.

[breakonthru]

hi! can you please write a fear street story where the reader was in love with simon and the feeling was mutual but he yk. so the night that sam goes cray the reader visits deena’s house but to talk out her feelings with josh since he also lost someone he cared about (kate). and they can just talk about how much they miss them and what they loved about them. thank you! <3

CW: angst? for once?, mentions of death, run on sentences and wallowing in pity, i guess!!

a/n: I don’t write for josh (platonically or romantically) but i thought id try my hand at writing this! ALSO THIS IS PLATONIC IDK IF I SPECIFIED THAY CLEARLY ENOUGH IN MY WRITING

tonight was, quite simply, the worst night of your life. not only had you been chased by some stupid fucking undead killers, you lost the one boy you had ever loved and your best friend all in the same night, right after confessing to the former. and it wasn’t like the police were any help, either (not that you expected them to be- the pigs).

so, here you sat, cold and shivering in the basement of your other, much more alive best friend and her brother, nursing a room temperature juice box as you held a ice pack to the poorly tended to razor-blade cut on your cheek (a run in with a singing lady your boyfriend had been acquainted with. you don’t care to recall the details.)

the click-clacking of josh’s mechanical keyboard brings you out of your depressive state. it had been so simple for him to reapply his mask of normality- forgetting the fact he had almost died, and his friends hadn’t been so lucky.

“how do you do it?” you found yourself asking. damn your mouth for acting before your brain could catch up with it.

“do what?” the boy replied, moving part of his headphone away from his ear to listen more clearly. it had always bothered you how loudly he played his music, though maybe you could forgive him just this once.

“act like we didn’t just watch the people we’ve been crushing on for years get murdered by undead killers.”

there was a beat of silence, the two of you reminiscing on just how much you had been through.

“i don’t like not having anything to do.” he began. “sitting here doing nothing only makes me remember it more and more sad- more empty.” josh shrugged. “and,” he began. “i feel like i need to tell their story, even if people don’t listen. kate and simon should be remembered truthfully. they deserve that much.”

“deserved.”

“yeah, deserved.” josh frowned.

“i miss him.” you murmured, unaware of the teardrops hitting your bloodied overalls you had acquired in the lost and found.

“i miss her.” he agreed. the two of you met eyes, an unspoken understanding floating between the two of you. “she had so much ahead of her, and- and, she brightened any room she walked into… just with her being there.”

“simon- he… he was good, overwhelmingly so.” you laughed through the tears. josh’s hand held yours tightly as you continued. “he was so much more than just some class clown.”

“i know.”

“i miss them.” you murmur.

“i know.” he embraces you. “i do, too.”

“josh?”

“yeah?” he whispers, ignoring the way your arms tighten around his shoulders.

“don’t die. i can’t have someone else die.” a sniffle. then silence.

“i won’t.”

the two of you stay like that, two friends bound by an equal suffering, until a scream from above causes you to part.

and so round two begins, you supposed.

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Sheriff Nick Goode

Female Reader

You murdered my sister

[asvterias]

𝖠𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖫𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝖸𝗈𝗎 (𝟤) ~ 𝖱𝗎𝖻𝗒 𝖫𝖺𝗇𝖾

Part 1

Warnings: Dark Humor, Mentions of Blood & Angst with a Kinda Happy Ending?

Pairings: Non-Possessed!Ruby Lane x Kill Goode Squad x Ghost!Fem!Reader, Non-Possessed!Ruby Lane x Ghost!Girlfriend Reader

Summary: Armed and ready to kill officer Nick Goode, they are met with new obstacles with the aftermath. It couldn’t be explained but Ruby sees her girlfriend and reunites with her distraught mother.

Word Count: 2,066

Author’s Note: Sorry this took so long, I had writers block. Anyways here's part 2 bitches!

after the time of your death, they all had to remove ruby from your dead body and place her in the car. the tears didn't stop flowing from her eyes, occasional sniffles were heard from the back seat, the teens felt pity for the teenage girl. simon pulled her in a side hug as she rests her head onto his shoulder.

the ex shadyside killer was in the johnson residence, in the bathroom, cleaning herself a bit. deena told ruby where everything was, basically all that she needs to shower with. deena had given her some spare clothes for the time being. so here she was now, a towel wrapped around her waist, looking at her reflection in the mirror give her nostalgia.

she remembered when she would come out of the shower with a towel wrapped around her as she puts on her mascara and than you would come in from behind peppering her with kiss making her giggle at the touch.

she would always complain that you ruined her makeup and she'd have to start over again but you just said that she would always look magnificent without it. it was may 5th 1964, she was doing her daily routine – everything was going great until she noticed that her make up bag was missing from its usual spot. she knew exactly who had took it, a wide grin spread on her face as she blushes before noticing a small colorful sticky note on the side corner of her mirror. she yanked it off, her eyes skimming over the words on the note.

you alway had small treasure hunts for her time to time. sometimes the reward would be her being top when having sex or free cuddles and kisses for the entire day or her personal favorite – a picnic at the lake. you had to keep your relationship a secret from your dad, he was homophobic. whereas, your mother and siblings were happy that you found some else who likes you for you. when your dad found out, it was a chaotic mess, he banned ruby from ever seeing you again.

of course, you're not gonna listen to him, it was fun sneaking out to her sometimes your mom and siblings would cover for you. eventually, your mom divorced your dad and began dating her bestfriend, alyssa. you were shocked at first but nonetheless happy for your mom. soon enough, your sister and brother came out as a lesbian and bisexual. your family (minus your dad) was a whole fruit basket. {fuck out my way when you see me, i'm rolling with the LGBTQ+ | don't know why thought of that.}

ruby got cleaned up, since there was dried up blood on her arms, tiny spots of it stayed there. she looked at her chest, inspecting the tiny specks of blood onto it, she flinched knowing that it was your blood. brushing off the negative thoughts, she put some of deena's clothes on her, feeling the comfort of the clean undergarments and hoodie and a pair of jeans that clothed her body.

“ruby, you good in there?” kate's voice asked from outside the bathroom door. the brunette answered back, her voice cracking a bit but she pays no attention to it.

“yeah, i'm fine. i'm soon done.” kate's answer was a quick okay and her footsteps receded from the bathroom door. leaving the bathroom and going to the shadyside mall with the teen of kids to murder a police officer.

ruby was livid right now, with herself and especially with nick goode. his family was the reason why so many shadysiders lost their lives and the shadyside killers lost their free will. she couldn't kill the right goode who caused the havoc on her and you but she could kill his descendent. so here they were at the mall, determined to kill sheriff goode – more so ziggy and ruby to end the shadyside curse.

after the battle, they won when the other killers disappeared into thin air, their remaining bits bursted into many flies meaning that deena killed nick goode. ruby was overjoyed that the goode curse on shadyside has been lifted. the longer that she thinks about it, the longer she feels her stomach churns into fury.

how could have she done such a thing to you? you were her life and she just ended it a few hours ago. 'i doesn't deserve this. i get to live while my beautiful [name] is dead. this is so unfair.' ruby thought. just because nick is dead, it won't bring you back, it won't bring anybody back for that matter.

soon enough, police cars sirens were heard in the distance, probably no doubt that the news reporters were there as well. nick must've called for backup, probably the second when he saw the mall lights on. ruby and ziggy went through the back door of the mall not wanting to be bombarded by news reporters.

the sun was beginning to rise up for the day. it wasn't long before a bright light shunned them, stopping the two shadyside women in their tracks. the light shone so bright that they had to shield their eyes with their hands, you and a familiar berman girl stepped from it. you and cindy still looked the same, not a day old, you don't age in heaven.

ziggy gasped covering her hand with her mouth, too shock to move. whereas ruby's eyes stared to fill with tears, seeing the love of her life standing right in front of her. [name] and cindy started to walk to them, enveloping both of them in a hug, ruby huggged you back tightly, too scared to ever let you go. “please don't leave me, again [name].” she cried into your arms, letting all of her emotions run free. “i'm so sorry, [name].”

ziggy and cindy leave, probably left to somewhere more private. you removed ruby's head from your shoulder, forcing her look into your eyes. her eyes were bloodshot red, the occasional sniffles leaving her mouth. she looks down at your chest excepting the blood stains to be there but it wasn't. she wishes that she could back in time, wishing that you weren't in her way. you could have lived but instead you sacrificed yourself for her because that's what love does.

“i told you that i would die for you ruby.” when ruby first heard that, she felt overwhelmed with butterflies in her stomach. you used dark humor as your way of coping, she knew that but sometimes it could be a bit too extreme. you wiped away to the tears away with your thumbs, gazing into her beautiful hazel brown eyes. your fingers still placed on her cheek, you leaned in for a kiss, it took your brunette girlfriend by surprise but as excepted, she returned it back.

it wasn't a kiss where it was lust-filled, it was a soft passionate kiss. ruby moaned into the kiss, she missed your lips and how soft they were. realizing what you were doing, she felt the weight crushing down on her shoulders as she will remember that you're a ghost and this will be your last kiss until she eventually dies.

even if she meets someone else, your kisses can't compare to no one and i mean no one. no matter how hard that they try. everyone always remembers their first love no matter how bad they got fucked up.

“[name]. it's time to go back.” cindy started as she walked back to where you were.

“p-please, [name]. you can't leave me again, you're all i have left.” ruby pleaded with you, her hands gripping onto yours as her eyes stared right back at you. your words got caught up in your throat, scared to say what you wanted. you had to leave, even though you wanted to stay here, you couldn't. bringing her knuckles up to your lips, you kissed them softly, seeing ruby's tear-stained face broke you down even more. “i have too, sweetheart. we only have a limited time on earth.”

“will i ever see you again?” ruby asked. you nodded your head, adding to your statement. suddenly the scenery changed around them, it was shadyside mall and than it was ruby's house, in her bedroom, “but i'm not the only who misses you, ruby.” her bedroom door creaked opened showing mrs. lane, crying with her knees hugged her chest, a polaroid picture held onto her fingers.

the picture was you and ruby, hand-in-hand, smiles truly on your faces. ruby gasped seeing her mom after all of those years. ruby started to slowly walk towards her mother, cautious of her steps. fortunately for ruby, mrs. lane heard they footsteps coming toward her and she looked up.

“ruby!” the elderly lady exclaimed, getting up from her knees. inspecting her now very much alive daughter. to be honest ruby was glad that her mother said the first because what was she going to say? hey mom, i accidentally killed my beloved girlfriend and than became unpossessed, cried the whole way, killed nick goode and i'm talking to [name]'s ghost right now.

“is this really you?” she asked, placing both of her hands on her daughter's cheek. ruby let out a small dopey smile, her face tear-stained. “yeah, it's really me mom! [name]'s here as well.” ruby beamed, grabbing her mother's wrist and running to her room. “see, [name] was right he—“ ruby paused seeing that you were no longer there.

her eyes gazed down to the ground, sighing sadly that you had to go so soon. mrs. lane left the room in silence, gently closing the door behind her, letting her daughter grieve in peace. the mother was happy that ruby was there standing in front of her but she remembered that mrs. [lastname] had lost a daughter as well.

the younger kids of shadyside talked badly about you, your mom wouldn't let those words hurt her but it was only a matter of time that she can hold it. your siblings got married and had children of their own, your twin brother named you after his daughter. your family changed since this tragedy struck in 1965 so she moved out of shadyside with your siblings following tow with their family. she called mrs. lane every now and then, avoiding the topic of their daughters who apparently went crazy and killed their friends.

she walks back to her bedroom, going to the bathroom to wash up for dinner. she didn't seem to notice a piece of note stuck onto the mirror before stepping into the shower. after the heated shower was done, ruby wrapped a towel around her body and walks to the mirror, looking at herself.

a sudden rush of memories hit her all at one time as she looked at the mirror edges what were covered in the past sticky notes. every time that she was finished using your notes, she would always paste them on the mirror. her eyes caught a freshly new piece of a sticky pink note, yanking it from the mirror, her fingers skimmed over the familiar handwriting.

i'll see you soon, my ruby &lt;3

- [name]

“i'll see you soon, my darling.” ruby cried, holding the tiny note to her chest like it would disappear like you would. she'll see you soon in the afterlife and she can't wait to see you again. you watched down at your loving girlfriend who'd died over you.

frowning at the sight, you wished nothing more than to go reach out and comfort her but you couldn't. you had to wait for her and she'd have to wait for you. after all, a heart breaks because of love, a heart mends because of love. but nothing hurts love like the fairytale of you and ruby.

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