#fear street fanfic

[coryosbaby]

hear me out basically during the ‘78 color war nick and reader sneak off😋😋

smut pls/if you want😭🙏

TY LOVE (yk who i am)

18+, MDNI !!

no and you’re a shadysider (which he bullies you for relentlessly) so you’re both on opposite teams. The both of you probably aren’t in a relationship (because you’re both in denial), and act like you hate each other around other people but in reality you’re both fucking like rabbits on the down low. And when the game begins you both don’t even try and fight each other— you just meet up at an empty spot and Nick grabs your hand and leads you into the woods and shoves you up against the nearest tree. Trailing kisses all over your neck and down your chest, sucking marks onto your collarbones <33. Lifting up the hem of your t shirt so he can get to your tits and massage them in his big hands. All the while your cunt practically ruts against his thigh, soaking your panties with your sticky arousal. It isn’t long before he’s spinning your body around and shoving your shorts down, the flimsy fabric hanging halfway off of one of your ankles as he lifts your leg up and rubs his tip up and down your folds. Big cock drooling against your tiny hole as he pushes himself inside your walls, your arms doing their best to wrap around the tree in front of you. Your cheek is smushed against the bark as Nick laces his hands through your hair, letting out a grunt as he begins to fuck into you.

“How long have you been wantin’ this, huh? You’re so tight, sweetheart.”

“All day,” you whine out, lashes fluttering. “Been wanting it all day.”

“Yeah?” His hips smack against yours as he increases his pace. “Dirty little shadysider just wants some good dick, huh? Needed someone to pound this fuckin’ pussy.”

Nodding your head, letting him hold it against the tree and scratch your cheek from the harshness of it as he uses his other hand to grip your calf. Looking down, he can’t help but go into a frenzy watching himself disappear in and out of your folds. He bites down on his lower lip.

“It’d be cute if I filled you up, wouldn’t it?” He says. “Got you all pretty and pregnant with my kid? Mm, yeah, you’d look real nice like that.”

Your eyes roll back, your hand flailing as you reach around to push on his hips. Too much, too much, too much.

But it doesn’t matter. He’s gonna make you take it because he knows that he has that much power over you. He laces his fingers through the ones pushing on his waist and holds them up against the tree. Lifting his shirt up with his teeth to watch you getting fucked some more. Rubbing your clit in between his thumb and forefinger, making you drool as you cream all over his cock. And then, one two or three more thrusts and he’s filling you up with sticky, wet release. He fucks it into you until your hole is overflowing, and when he pulls out he watches it drip down your thighs.

He takes your panties and cleans up your legs with them, and, to your horror, slides them back on you. Cringing at the feeling, you let out a whine. Nick’s fingers move to your chest and he meanly twists one of your nipples.

And the look on his face, god. He finds it so funny that he starts laughing hysterically. Frowning, you pout at him.

“Stop it, Nick! It’s not funny.”

“It’s very funny, shadysider. Now pull your shorts back up and get going, I have a game to win.”

[gayandfairycore]

[Sacrifice] Simon kalivoda x reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And stating, “Tons like a thousand!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

And you thought being stabbed was bad.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“simon…si-“

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

“Simon-” Your grip, tightened.

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

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

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

“Si I want you, t-to have it.”

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

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

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

“Oh si- p-please don’t cry…”

He didn’t even realise he had been crying.

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

“Remember…I’ll always…be… with you-“

“I love you”

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

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

“Cmon y/n” smack! “wake up!” Smack!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You so are!”

“Am not!” You pushed

Simon smiled “Are too”

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

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

“Oh shut up! You blushed

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Y/n?”

“Mm”

“I actually didn’t lose the necklace…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“she’s dead because of me…”

[ghostysfics]

| Dirty Dishes | Tommy Slater x Gender Neutral Reader

warnings : none (if you think of any, please let me know!)

(fluff, camp counselor chores, I apologize if my grammar is wrong, Tommy + Cindy are just friends in this au)

"Tommy," You sigh, fighting the smile that was crossing your face. 

"What?" He asks innocently, handing you the next plate to dry. You'd gotten closer to him over the summer. Sure, you'd gone to the same highschool in Shadyside but now that you both were camp counselors you became actual friends.

"These chores will take forever if you keep splashing me!" You reply. You turn to gently elbow him in the side, with a grin. 

"I see how you want to play," He flicks some water at you, before grabbing another plate to rinse off, smiling the whole time.

"Hey!" You reach a hand underneath the tap to flick him back, stifling laughter. Tommy is in the middle of cleaning an empty bowl, you grab it, sending the water in his direction. There's a moment of silence where he looks down at his shirt, then back at you. 

"C'mere!" He laughs, grabbing you. He pulls you towards him so his soaked shirt gets you wet as well. 

"Tommy, y/n are you done with the dishes—" Kurt walks into the room and stops, "What are you two doing?" You both break apart from each other, trying hard not to burst into laughter. 

"We're almost done with the dishes Kurt," Tommy explains and turns to wipe off the last few plates and utensils. 

"Try not to make more of a mess," Kurt says, looking puzzled as he leaves. 

"You started it," You comment and finish drying the dishes. You and Tommy chuckle softly.

"And I finished it," He helps you put everything away and wipe down the counter. You stare at him in the kitchen, and start to see him in a different light. He was sweet, funny, and had made everything this summer fun. Despite the sometimes boring tasks the counselors were assigned, the conversations you had held with Tommy had made you look forward to doing them. You looked forward to being with him. You push this thought aside and look out the window. 

"It's dark, it's probably almost lights out." 

"Want me to walk you to your cabin?" He asks. A gentleman as always. 

"Sure, thanks," You grin and grab your jacket off of one of the tables, "Sorry about getting you soaked by the way." 

"No worries," Tommy scratches the back of his head, "Sorry for splashing you in the first place."

"I'll get you back for it," You pull your jacket on and follow him out the door.

"I sure hope not, we have to clean the outhouse tomorrow."

"Better watch out Slater," You poke him in the side, then your voice softens, "I look forward to getting to hang out with you again." 

"Me too, y/n." 

[voxmortuus]

Tommy Slater Smut?

So why are there hardly any Tommy Slater smut stories?! How are there NO Thirsty Tommy Slater Readers?!?!?! Like... come on! Maybe I just need to start creating Naughty Tommy for you hidden readers! Feel free to drop a request!

[kitseddie]

Simon Kalivoda/Reader: Drunk Babysitting Word Count: 960 Fandoms: Fear Street (1994)

It was 12:38 am and you had dozed off on top of your keyboard while typing up an English assignment. A strong knock at the door startled you awake as you ran your fingers over the indents the computer keys left on your face. Who the hell could be knocking at this time? You were lucky your dad was working away again because he would be pissed. You slid on some slippers and wrapped your robe around your body before shuffling downstairs.

Before you could even open the door you heard the same knock again and sighed angrily, swinging it open. Your eyes widened at the sight, two tall police officers towered over you as you immediately stood up straight.

“Excuse me ma’am is this young man your boyfriend?”. One of them moved to the side to reveal a drunk Simon, his hands in cuffs and his arm in a tight grip by one of the officers. You sighed and raised your eyebrows, looking back at them.

“Hmm depends, what did he do?”. He seemed offended by your response and threw up his hands in protest as you held back a small giggle.

“Underage drinking, trespassing, graffi-“. You held up your hands to stop them as you shook your head and sighed, he shrugged at you with such a sweet and innocent look that you couldn’t turn him away. “We’re city police ma’am if we locked up every drunk teenager in Shadyside we’d never be off duty. I just want to get home to my family.” You let out a deep sigh and stared at his puppy dog eyes, before giving in.

“The idiot’s mine. I’ll sober him up and make sure he doesn’t cause any more trouble.” The officer released his grip and Simon pulled himself away angrily, they unlocked his handcuffs as he rolled his sore wrists. They wished you a good night and you noticed Simon turn around to yell something but you covered his mouth just in time, he looked over at you confused as you removed it and kissed him.

“What did you spray paint in the warehouse this time?”. You watched his eyes light up and a wide mischievous smirk appeared on his face.

“Fuck the pigs”. He grinned as you shook your head with a small laugh, holding his chin and pressing your lips against his again. You both walked inside the house and up into your room as you gave him some water and something for the inevitable hangover.

He sat up on your bed and dragged you next to him by the waist as you chuckled, his hands gently moved your hair behind your ear as he began laying small kisses on the inside of your neck. You couldn’t hide the small giggles that you let out when his lips pressed against a sensitive part of your skin, you sighed and pushed him away slightly, remembering he wasn’t sober.

“Thanks for bailing me out, again. I would be lost without you, and like…in jail, probably”. He chuckled, his fingertips gently moving your hair off my shoulder piece by piece as you felt mesmerised by the feeling.

“Yeah well someone’s gotta keep you out of trouble”. You teased, as he smirked and nodded to himself. His eyes still not leaving yours, as he stared at you in awe. As you opened your mouth to speak he pressed his lips against yours suddenly, and you melted into him. You could feel his hand grip your wrist to steady himself, you watched intently as he slowly pulled away and you felt slightly dizzy.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, you hear me?”. His hand gripped both sides of your head as he stared at you, his eyes widening as he spoke. You chuckled slightly at his intensity as he dropped his hands suddenly before tightly gripping both your hands with his own. “I love you”. He shamelessly admitted as your eyes began mimicking his, enlarging to the size of planets.

“Simon, you’re drunk-“. You started, pulling away as he tightened his grip and gently turned you back to face him. He stared at you, he was the most serious that I’ve ever seen him. He was silent and he didn’t have to say anything else to try and convince you, you could see in his eyes that he meant it. “I love you too, god Si I love you so much”. His face erupted into the widest smile as he kissed you as if his life depended on it.

“God I reek of booze, how can you kiss me when I reek of booze?”. You chuckled and ran your fingers through his soft blonde hair, his lips still smiling back at you.

“Pot, booze, cigarettes, you’re a pretty stinky dude.” He shoved you playfully as you chuckled and pushed back against his hands and planted a kiss on his lips. “But you’re so cute that I can’t help but kiss you anyways”. He raised his eyebrows and grinned, kissing your neck gently. You giggled at the tingly feeling, enjoying it for a second before pushing him off. “Get a shower! You need to sober up!”. He rolled his eyes and looked over at the bathroom.

“Come with me?”. You could see the lust in his puppy eyes as you laughed and shook your head with a smile, he groaned and threw up his hands stomping like a toddler to the bathroom to shower. You stared at him, watching him pull off his shirt in the mirror and grinning to yourself. His eye caught yours through the reflection as he blew you a kiss and you caught it, holding it against my chest. You loved him. And he loved you.

[exhaustedeyess]

Lock me in a room with only just 3 movies to watch, I'd pick this trilogy and still be happy

[lxstfathier]

characters 𖥔 ࣪˖ fandoms 𖥔 ࣪˖ rules

characters i write for !!

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Luke Skywalker

Darth Vader

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Axe Woves

Din Djarin

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Nick Goode

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Alejandro Vargas

Rodolfo Parra

Johnny Mactavish

Simon Riley

Phillip Graves

König

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William Afton

Mike Schmidt

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Gunnar Thrymson

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Mark Hamill (any character or as himself)

fandoms !!

star wars, five nights at freddy’s, fear street, call of duty and star stable online.

rules !!

topics i DONT write:

cheating

drugs

feet

piss/scat/puke

extreme gore

underage reader

i think that’s all, thanks for commissioning from me!! ����

[wendeeee]

fr wanna get back into writing 😔 .

[cyn9]

okay, so i think tumblr is following irl 😨 found this on the floor by my desk 💀

[runningforthemills]

Chapters: 26/? Fandom: Fear Street Trilogy (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Samantha "Sam" Fraser/Deena Johnson Characters: Deena Johnson, Samantha "Sam" Fraser (Fear Street), Kate Schmidt (Fear Street), Simon Kalivoda, Josh Johnson (Fear Street), Christine "Ziggy" Berman, Cindy Berman (Fear Street) Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - High School, this is a horsegirl sam fanfic be warned, no not that kind of horsegirl though, Slow Burn Summary:

Deena just moved into the little town of Sunnyvale, and she cannot wait to get out of this place. The high school, the people, the weird horse riding school thing, everything sucks... Until she finds friendship and love where she least expected it.

OR

Sam is an insecure but promising young Show Jumper, Deena finds a job at her riding school, and Kate and Simon are Kate and Simon. Shenanigans ensue.

YES BITCHES I’M STILL ALIVE AND KICKING (barely) AND I POSTED THIS SO IF YOU LIKE GAY AND HAY GO READ IT THANKSS <33

[felix-cant-ski]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fear Street Trilogy (TV) Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Original Female Character/Original Male Character Characters: Original Female Character(s), Original Male Character(s), Harry Rooker Additional Tags: choosing not to use warnings due to the nature of the fandom, it's only shippy like barely, harry was a good man ok, sick of people assuming he was a creep before he was possessed based on NOTHING, Oneshot, we wrote this for ourselves but y’all can read it if you want Summary:

When another Shadyside Killer hits the papers, nobody bats an eye anymore. But people forget all too quickly that most of those Killers have families, families who still live and breathe...families who still know the truth of who that 'killer' REALLY was.

IMPORTANT: If you have ANY interest in reading Shattered Stone by @cyanide-latte and have not already done so, PLEASE hold off on reading this until you have read through Chapter 12, as this contains spoilers for that fic. [Glen, Ben, and Tom all belong to Cy/Yoru.]

[mya-cookie-eater]

Imagine…

You’re your comfort characters comfort character 

C/c=comfort character 

Warning ⚠️:kinda sad at the end but at first kinda cute I also didn’t reread this so it might be rushed and not make sense mb plus it’s short

A/n: send request for stories like these I like writing them.🙃 pick a specific character tho and I’ll tell you if I can do them or not (please send requests)

After a long day of school/work they come home and lay in bed they grab their pillow and began to speak. “hey y/n I had a good day today I almost got into a fight but I didn’t because I thought of you and how you wouldn’t want me to do that how you would want me to be the bigger person so I talked to them about it and I know you fight sometimes but you wouldn’t want me to risk everything by fighting so yeah how was your day??”  In their mind the pillow came to life forming your face and body into it. “I had a good day just chilled on your bed you know” you looked into the eyes of C/C and grabbed the side of their face. “I’m proud of you I’m so proud of you” you hugged them and then you laid on their chest they hugged back and you started to cuddle they you felt something hot and wet they were crying. “what’s wrong??” You asked and put their face into your hands. “I love you but your not real” their world of happiness collapsing with those words. Your.Not.Real you made them happy you made them better but you weren’t real. 

A/n:Hey I wrote this because I seen dd Osama confront n3on and I was proud of him and I thought of what it would be like if I had his comfort character or if I was any of my other comfort characters comfort character I seen a story similar that’s what this was based on so if you find that send me a link bc I really want to read it again they wrote it better than me 

[count-horror-xx]

Somebody PLEASE 🙏 make x male reader fics about this fine man

I NEED to give him kisses 🙏 I NEED to make out with him in his cat suit 🙏‼️‼️‼️

[ghostysfics]

| Almost | Tommy Slater x Gender Neutral Reader

warnings: spoilers for Fear Street: 1978, descriptions of gore/violence, angst, cursing, death, Tommy + Cindy are friends in this au!, bad writing?

Summary under the gif ⬇️

summary: what if the reader confessed after Nurse Lane's attack? the "almost lovers" trope :(, for this fic

Breathe. Don't look behind you. Just keep moving.

You gasp with every step, running as fast as you can. You couldn't believe this was happening.

The curse — it had to be real — there was no other explanation for what happened.

Don't think about the blood. Don't think about the way it covered Tommy's usually smiling face. Don't think about the sound of the axe meeting Arnie's face. Don't think about the screams.

—Flashback to earlier that day—

You're tense, sitting close to Tommy after Nurse Lane's attempt to murder him. Cindy sits on the other side.

"I thought I'd lost you there for a second," You finally manage to get out. The memory of the knife almost making contact with Tommy's chest was too fresh in your mind. 

"I thought she had me too," He whispers, still looking shaken, but could you blame him? Tommy was thinking about what Nurse Lane had said to him. What did it mean?

"Tommy," You find yourself saying, surprised by your own boldness, "I.." You wanted to tell him. You wanted to make sure he knew how much you cared. Cindy makes eye contact and takes the hint. She offers an excited smile before walking over to where Alice and Arnie were.

"Y/n..?" He turns to face you. 

"I like you a lot," You close your eyes after you've said it because you're expecting rejection. 

"Y-You do?"  He looks at you, shocked. Tommy's eyes search your own. You had no idea how long he'd been wanting to hear this.

"I'm sorry I just dropped that on you— especially after what just happened," You're speaking quickly, everything you'd been thinking of the past week was spilling from your mouth, "— You've made camp so much greater for me. I mean you're the sweetest and funniest guy I've ever met. I can see how all the campers look up to you. I appreciate our friendship and I'll understand if you don't feel the same.. I just don't want to lose you, and I thought I did today.." 

"Y/n," He repeats, leaning towards you, "I like you too. In fact, I've liked you for a while." You reach forward and take his trembling hands in yours. Tommy's smile is contagious.

"Since Color War is tonight, could we go on a date tomorrow?" He slightly cringes at himself, knowing he couldn't take you on an actual date until summer camp was over. To you, it was everything you've dreamed of. 

"I'd love to." 

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You'd been running for ages. Your legs and side are aching from the stress. Tommy was close behind, his breathing labored and heavy. You hoped that Alice and Cindy were able to find a way out of that tunnel. You had only captured a glimpse of the room with the Witches' Mark.  You had been trapped on the other side with Tommy. You had only managed to scrape past him and tear your way through the woods. You heard other counselors yelling for the kids to stop the game, and return to the mess hall. Tommy comes to a halt behind you. You turn to watch as he makes his way towards the campers. Your mind went to the kids you had been mentoring over the summer. 

You think of the blood. All the blood you'd seen tonight, and there would be more if you didn't do anything. 

"Tommy!" You shriek, regaining his attention, "That's right! Over here! Follow me!" You turn, listening to him following you, "Shit!" You'd been running on adrenaline alone - the fear and sadness had a tight grip on you. You hadn't had any real time to process what had become of Tommy. Your mind wanders to the conversation you held with him earlier that day.

SLASH!

A searing pain jolts through your body as he swings at your back. You tumble to the ground when it makes contact. You immediately start screaming in pain. It feels like slow motion when he swings again.

You almost made it. 

"No! No!" You panic and try to clamber away from him. His face is covered in crimson liquid, it soaks his hair and his shirt. "Tommy," Your chest heaves with the effort, ice cold fear gripping you completely. All you can say is his name. You know that it isn't his fault. You know that he can't control himself, but you're scared. Your hand instinctively goes to your injuries, you feel the slickness of your own blood. "Tommy!" 

For a moment it seems like you cut through to him. He stops, his eyes widen, and he looks around in fear. Tommy stares at the axe in his hands.

"Y/n?" He asks, his voice shaky. 

"Tommy," You breathe in relief, wincing in pain as you try to move towards him, "Tommy?"

"No no.." He sounds like he is going to be sick, "D-Did I? — Did I do this to you?" Tommy crouches down, looking from your e/c eyes to your wounds. He's overwhelmed with the possibility that he hurt you. Your breathing wavers with each breath and you can taste blood.

Despite this you say, "Y-You still owe me a date remember?" Tommy huffs softly, his heart brightening at the fact you were okay enough to crack a joke.

"I need to patch you up first —" He starts grabbing his flannel to place over your wounds, but the fog of possession takes him once more. It was much too late for you to move. You knew there wasn't anything you could do. The darkness was already clouding your vision. You tried to remember the boy who never failed made you smile, the one who gave you a hug whenever you needed it, you tried to remember Thomas Slater.

Then there was the axe.

SPLATTER!

You thought of what you two could've been before it all went dark.

(Sorry for this one guys - ghostysfics 💛)

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

Girls like girls

Deena Johnson x fem reader

You moved to Shadyside a few months ago, you've heard about about this town being a shithole, and some sort of witch called Sarah Fier possessing people turning them to killers which sounds stupid in Y/n's opinion.

Her Dad died when she was 13, it shattered y/n's heart, her mom became a alcoholic, so y/n had to support herself.

Y/n's Mother had move to Shadyside for a fresh start, Y/n thought moving to Shadyside would be the worse idea, But she actually met three amazing people that changed her life.

Y/n met Kate through cheerleading ever since you got on the team. she was your first best friend, but one secret Kate told you was that she sells drugs with her other best friend Simon, so they could leave Shadyside one day.

Y/n was totally supportive of that and she also met Simon, Simon and y/n's friendship was very flirty they would often flirt and mess around with each other. Y/n had a crush on Simon at first but he had eyes for another girl at school so she knew it would never work, but she still loved Simon as a bestie, He cheered y/n up when she was sad and he was the life of the party.

But the one person that stood out to Y/n was Deena Johnson, She seen Deena in band, Y/n thought she was the most beautiful girl she'd ever seen, her freckles and curly hair. Kate introduced you to Deena. Y/n was very nervous and she felt like she was going to melt.

You thought you weren't going to be close to Deena but in the end you and Deena were very close, you guys talk about Shadyside, you both hang out alot after-school, you both listen to The pixies.

Y/n wanted to make a move to ask Deena out and tell her that she liked her but, Deena started dating Sam. Deena was very happy and y/n loved seeing her happy but she doesn't feel happy that she's with someone else.

Deena and Sam had been dating for six months until they broke up since Sam moved to sunnyvale.

Y/n was there for Deena when Deena needed a shoulder to cry on. She was there for Deena and and her little ''Fuck Sam" phase. You know how much Deena was angry at Sam but you knew she still loved her and would never get over her, Deena even quit band because of her.

But she got back into band, since Sunnyvale was hosting a candlelight vigil for the victims, so players, cheerleaders, and band had to go.

God you hated those stuck up Sunnyvale pricks

You made it inside the bus, seeing people amped up, and all up in your face, which you were very annoyed with, so you saw Deena and sat next to her.

"Hey." Y/n said to Deena.

"Hey." Deena responded.

"I don't wanna fucking do this." Deena said.

" Trust me, me too, I'd rater be at home listening to music, not going to Prissyvale." Y/n said rolling her eyes.

" I don't want to go there but I have to because I have to give this to someone that I used to- it doesn't fucking matter anyway." Deena said mentioning to the box on her lap, which contains pictures and stuff with her and Sam. Y/n wished she was with Deena before Sam did.

It was silent on the bus ride y/n looked out the window seeing Sunnyvale.

As the bus driver stopped infront of Sunnyvale high-school everyone got out of the school bus and made it to the football field.

Kate walked up to Y/n. " I know you like Deena." Kate said to Y/n straight fowardly.

" What? Is it really that obvious?" Y/n said to Kate questionly.

" Duh, I saw the way you looked at her when you first met her, you look like it was love at first sight." Kate said smiling at Y/n.

"Well, it's not love at first sight since she's stuck up on Sam." Y/n said

" Don't worry, you'll find someone, and if you don't you always have me." Kate said jokingly.

" Shut up." Y/n said as she blushes at the short girl.

Y/n stands next to Deena, Y/n saw Deena looking for someone in the crowd to see Sam with this guy wrapping his arms around her.

Deena looked heartbroken she wanted to be sucked up in a black dark hole and disappear.

Deena left the football field, which made Y/n feel bad for her.

Y/n followed after Deena seeing her sitting down in the corner of a wall.

" What's wrong?" Y/n said as she sees her crying.

"Oh, you know Shadyside being a shithole, Seeing someone you use to know with someone else." Deena said sarcastically as she laughs wiping away her tears.

Y/n comes over to Deena sitting right next to.

" I can't believe that she can just pretend like we weren't together and put up this bullshit facade ever since she moved to Sunnyvale, it was like she was ashamed to even say we were together, like I didn't matter to her, I was gonna give her this box of memories we had together but all I want to do is set it on fire." Deena said feeling anger rise up.

"Maybe you need to let her go." Y/n said to Deena.

Deena gets up scoffing as she rolls her eyes as she gets up looking at y/n.

" Do you think it's that easy, she had a impact of my life, and you just expect me to let it go, God that was really fucked up to say Y/n." Deena said angrily

" I'm just saying she made you felt like shit ever sine you guys broke up, you literally quit band because of her, she literally has a impact of your life that you need to let go of, can't you fucking see." Y/n said defending herself.

" Why did you want me to let go of her?" Deena said questioning Y/n.

" I don't want to talk about it." Y/n said as her heart beats rapidly as she wants to admit that she likes deena.

"No, tell me I mean you have so much blunt honesty to tell me to hurt my feelings, so please tell me Y/n." Deena said targeting Y/n.

" Because I fucking like you!!! Is that what you want me to say? I wanted to tell you I fucking like you for months, but you were to stuck up on sam, that I felt like I was gonna loose you, I know how much you miss her but I just can't stand you talk about her." Y/n confessed as tears come out of her eyes.

Deena didn't say something as she looks at Y/n in her eyes.

" Deena, please say something... you know what I'm gonna go, and leave you alo-" Y/n was cut off as Deena kisses Y/n passionately cupping her face softly.

Y/n kisses Deena back as she waited for this moment to happen ever since she met Deena.

" I'm so fucking sorry, Y/n I was so stuck up on Sam that I didn't realize how much it affected you, I really liked you when I first met but I was so blinded by Sam and how much I wanted to be with her, I really liked you too but I was too scared to admit it and was so stuck on sam." Denna confesses as she looks at Y/n teary eyes.

" When we're done with this, can we eat cheeseburgers and listen to The Pixies and sing our hearts out." Y/n smiles, laughing with tears in her eyes as Deena laughs with her.

"I would love that, and your right I need to move on from Sam and focus on the good side of my life which is you, and I'm sorry for my attitude, that was very bitchy of me." Deena apologized.

" It's OK I've heard worse." Y/n said smiling at Deena.

Deena kissed Y/n again as she rested her forehead on Y/n's

"Y/n L/n, will you be my girlfriend." Deena asked.

" Of course." Y/n said pecking Deena on the lips.

Deena walked hand in hand as they make it back to the football field.

[qulizalfos]

update: local writer Wrote.

i want to believe by (qulizalfos) on ao3

“The water,” Will says, crossing to Mike’s side. His hand, the one turned the shade of fresh ink, extends to cover Mike’s, and there’s that thing again, that sensation of something, nothing, everything. Sparks and warmth, and cool, steady constants and everything in between. Mike could stay here forever, but his throat is getting drier by the minute, so that’s probably not very realistic. will and mike survived the upside down which unfortunately forces them to confront their Shit capital S. official liza qulizalfos signed apology for ending the future is a benevolent black hole like that.

FOR @taeiris THANK YOU FOR YOUR INSANE ART which inspired this piece

if any of you remember, it's from this miwip wednesday!!!

tagging @elsbianism as promised!! hope you enjoy el!! thank you for your lovely reply to the post <33