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thatoneyanderewriter · 1 year

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Love or Obsession?

pairing(s): young!yandere!nick goode x shadysider!reader, platonic!ziggy berman x reader.

summary: after seeing you with tommy, nick’s not sure what he feels for you is love or obsession. but one thing’s for sure, you’re his.

warnings: toxicity, gore, blood, murder(?), manipulation, obsession, yandere, tommy becomes possessed lol, possession, mentions of sacrificing, mature language.

i wasn’t sure if I should add a spoiler warning considering the three movies have been out for some time now so I didn’t add one. sorry! but enjoy. and don’t really worry it doesn’t go by the plot of the movies anyway(mostly).

You were a camper. And he was a counselor. Okay, you weren’t that young. Only two years younger than he was. You wouldn’t deny having a small attraction for Nick Goode, Sheriff Goode’s son and the king of Sunnyvale.

Though he didn’t have a huge ego like you had expected. In fact, he was down to earth and kind, and kind of introverted. You shared similar hobbies. But you were a shadysider and sunnyvalers didn’t particularly get along with Shadysiders.

It was an normal day, well, a normal Sunny day. You definitely liked nature, but was worn out from the hiking and activities.

“Worn out? Tommy teased. “Kind of yeah, you chuckle. He wasn’t that much older than you yet a counselor. You didn’t even plan on becoming one anyway.

Yeah, you liked helping out with children but wanted a better job and focus on studies at the same time. “Hey, it’s fine, he assured you.”some of these kids never run out of energy.”

“I know right? You chuckle. Neither of you noticed that Nick had been glaring daggers right into Tommy’s skull. He was pissed. More so jealous. That you were the one Tommy was interested in. Everyone knew that.

Including him. And he needed to do something about it. He felt something for you, that he knew for sure. But wasn’t sure on what. Love or Obsession? Could it be both.

It had been passed down from family to family. Sacrifices. Possessions. And it was Nick’s turn. He already had a name in mind. At that moment, he decided Tommy would be the perfect candidate for possession. And kill all. Then you wouldn’t be so interested in him now would you?

Shadyside wasn’t a shithole for no reason. And as everyone suspected, it was a curse. Placed by Solomon Goode all those years ago back in 1666.

You suddenly trip, but Tommy caught you before you fell. You laughed. "You're a life saver. I swear." He blushed. "It's no big deal, Y/n."

You smile. "Well, I mean, i think so. You're so sweet. You know, helping everyone." "That's what a counselor does... He smiles, before rushing over to help with the next activity.

You didn't know then, that would be the final time you would see Tommy before hell broke loose. You grew tired so eventually you fell asleep quite early. Normally, You were up and ready.

When suddenly, You hear screams. You leave your cabin quick. "Y/N! Ziggy yells. "Ziggy! What's happening? You exclaim. "The witch... she possessed Tommy... Ziggy said.

"No... You frown."Not him. Why him?" Ziggy replies,”I don’t know we just have to go! I don’t want you to die!”

“I won’t, just promise me you won’t, and you’ll live, You say, standing close by your best friend. “I promise, she replies.

You both ran for your lives. You always believed that witch shit even though you shouldn’t. Because last summer, you found something you shouldn’t.

Back then you were a skeptical of the Sarah Fier Legend. A curse on Shadyside, Really? You knew the town had bad luck but a curse was out of reach.

Then you found a ritual. someone who worshipped satan or whatever had a place to go for that. And look what you found. The names of each shadyside killer carved into rocks no human could’ve done with their bare hands.

And it seemed quite obvious that Sarah fier was behind it. After all, she wanted revenge. But that was before Tommy’s name had been put into it. Which explained why Nurse Lane attacked him.

You didn’t want to admit it but she should’ve. It would’ve prevented a huge massacre. But you adored tommy. Though oblivious to his obvious feelings for you.

You two ran for a while until you screamed,”Tommy!” He was right in front of you and was about to strike but turned his attention to Ziggy.

“No! You yell and as he was about to you move her out of the way, both of you unharmed. “Y/N, you could’ve died! I can’t lose you! She said.

“Look, we’re both okay? And it was odd, he didn’t even… try to kill me, You say. “I know, maybe his feelings for you were why, ziggy blurted.

“What? You say. “Oh, She said. "You didn’t know? It was so obvious he was in love with you.” “I thought he was into Cindy… You say. “No, she’s into Alice and everyone also knows that, Ziggy said.

"Whatever, we need to hide! He killed Jeremy, Jesse, Stacey and More kids! You yell, sobbing but tried not to. Ziggy nods. You grew up with her, if you lost her, you wouldn't know how to live.

You run with her, her hand in yours, you didn't want to let go. "Hey look! I found somewhere we could hide... Ziggy begins."Fuck, Cindy! Where is she?"

"Where did you see her last? You asked. "I-I don’t remember, we just should find her, Ziggy said. "Also, I locked Sheila in the bathroom." "Good one, You said. "But she could be killed. Plus, I heard something about Cindy and Alice going somewhere involving Sarah Fier."

"Okay, come on! Ziggy said, you run to the bathroom but now you were growing exhausted. "Sheila? You say. "Fucking Shadysider Bitch! Sheila replied. "Did you lock me in here?"

"Y/n didn't, I did... But come on, Ziggy entering the bathroom before Sheila began attacking her. You pulled her off of Ziggy. ”Calm down. there’s a killer and you have to leave or-“

“Of course it’s always a shadysider huh? Sheila said. "I mean, you’re the reason this shit is happening.” “Shut the fuck up, you don’t know what’s going on first of all, You say, laced with venom in your voice. "Second, I think we can all agree none of us want to die so-“

“Hello! Cindy said, and you could hear her voice. "Can anybody hear us?” Ziggy realized like you that it was Cindy and follows the voice. Only to see them under the bathroom.

“What are you guys doing there? You say. “Oh thank fucking god, Alice said. “It’s a long story but… can you help us out? Cindy said.

“Yeah of course, You reply. Ziggy come help me.” “No hesitation, Ziggy said, relief that her sister was okay. You help them up. Apparently Tommy was possessed first there. He killed Alice's stoner friend, Arnie.

"Wow, You said, hearing everything. "I mean, i knew of the whole ritual stuff. But-" "You knew he would be possessed? Ziggy asked. You shook your head."No, But i knew then this witch shit was real."

"Oh."

"In order to stop this, we need to reunite her hand with her body, Cindy said. You nodded. You noticed how she held onto Alice's hand. You hadn't seen Nick, Will, Joan or Kurt in a while. Which made you wonder if they were murdered too.

Nick was acting kind of lately, you didn't know why. But either way, you had to find out. "Well, where is her body? I don't think she had been buried anywhere near here, You point out.

"Y/n's right, Ziggy agreed. "Look, she is, Alice said, moving the book in front of you. You read and looked it over. "Holy shit she is, You exclaimed.

"Fuck, Ziggy said. "Which is why we could bury her hand with her body, we know where her hand is too, Cindy explained. You nodded. "Then what are we waiting for? We could end this curse now."

"Okay, Cindy said. "Come on." Sarah Fier's hand was in the front on fhe table. It soon made sense why she had been buried under the tree where she had been hung. But when you accidentally touched her skeletal hand, you saw everything. You wiped your bloody nose. "I saw the witch. She was pissed. So we we should hurry up."

You grabbed any weapons you could. Even if you didn't know if you could kill or hurt anybody. But before Alice could even kill, Tommy killed her. Cindy angrily lunged at him, and so did you.

Your eyes were filled with tears but you didn't let them fall. "Alice, don't die on us, You said softly. "Please." However, she took her last breath and became another victim. But everyone couldn't mourn for long.

Everyone heard someone singing. "Ruby Lane, You said. "Come on, we have to go." Cindy was naturally reluctant but agreed. Somehow, you got lost from Cindy and Ziggy, who you figured were digging.

As you walked, hoping you could find your way back, you bumped into Nick. "Nick! You're okay! You said, sighing of relief. "Y/N, where were you.. He said, his voice filled with concern. "I... think we could end this curse, You said."

"Y/n, come on, this witch stuff isn't real, he just went crazy, Nick said. "No, Nick, I saw her, She's pissed, I saw the fucking witch! You exclaim. Tommy, the sweet guy you knew, didn't just go crazy. Neither did Nurse Lane. She was right. Of course she had been.

"Hey, this will all be over, Nick assures you, suddenly hugging you, pulling you close while you cried on his shoulder, not seeing the smirk on his face.

Everything was going according to plan.

#nick goode x reader #yandere fear street #yandere nick goode x reader #yandere nick goode #fear street x reader #horror #tw obsession #tw yandere #ziggy berman x reader #alice x cindy #long fic

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starry-moonshine · 10 months

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Hello, Please do a sadie sink x female reader containing fluff & makeouts, u can take ur time making it! Thanks. <33

[hi, love. here it is, I hope you enjoy it! And please forgive me for it being so short. I've been studying for my written test.]

Soft Kisses - Sadie Sink

Pairing | Sadie Sink x Fem!Reader

Warnings | makeouts

Word count | 280

Summary | You and Sadie enjoy time together, lounging around and having a soft kissing session.

[A/N: i listened to apocalypse by cigarettes after sex late at night while writing this short scenario.]

Sadie Sink Masterlist

You and Sadie are laying side by side in your shared bed, the soft rhythm of music flowing through the room as it's peaceful just the way you both like it.

Above, your posters of various music artists sit pinned against the ceiling. Sadie turns to you as you continue looking up at the ceiling and deep in thought while tapping your foot to the mellow beat of the song.

"Y/n,"

"Hmm?"

"I need kisses," She says in a pout.

With that, you turn to Sadie and cup her cheek before leaning in. Your lips collide with hers as you both stay there before bringing her to straddle you. She brushes your hair back, tangling her fingers. Your hands rest against her back but pulling her forward slightly so you can be closer.

Sadie begins kissing your neck as you lean your neck back, letting her pamper you before coming back to your lips,

You pull away long enough to flip Sadie so she's laying on the sheet as you grab your book off the nightstand and hand it to her. She opens the book and going to the page you left off, reading the paragraph as you lay your head on her chest.

You lay there and listen to the soft rhythm of your girlfriend's heart, relaxing. You feel yourself getting sleepy as you drape your arm over Sadie's stomach, snuggling closer to her as she notices and smiles softly.

She begins to get sleepy after reading a few pages. Resting the open book on her chest, she falls asleep next to you. Your faces close together as you both stay there for the next couple of hours.

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teaaagan · 1 year

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Fell off

Cop: You're receiving a ticket for having three people on one motorcycle.

Alice: Shit

Tommy: Wait, three?

Cop: Yeah?

Cindy: OH MY GOD Y/N FELL OFF!!!

#incorrect quotes #fear street #fear street incorrect quotes #fear street x reader #cindy berman #cindy berman x reader #cindy berman x fem!reader #cindy berman x fem reader #cindy berman x female reader #cindy berman x male reader #cindy berman x male!reader #cindy berman x gn!reader

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calliesadeckis · 6 months

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character's i write for

welcome to my list of characters where i have many of them from many fandoms that i write for

requests: temporarily closed

main masterlist

yellowjackets (shauna shipman, jackie taylor, lottie matthews, taissa turner, van palmer, nat scatorccio, laura lee, callie sadecki)

dc titans (dick grayson, jason todd, kory anders, gar logan, donna troy, dawn granger, hank hall)

fear street (deena johnson, sam fraser, ziggy berman, cindy berman, kate schmidt, alice hart, simon kalivoda, tommy slater, young!nick goode)

teen wolf (scott mccall, stiles stilinski, isaac lahey, malia tate, kira yukimura, lydia martin, liam dunbar)

scream (sam carpenter, tara carpenter, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, wes hicks, quinn bailey)

miscellaneous: maeve rojas (one of us is lying), leighton murray (the sex lives of college girls), kit walker (american horror story), miguel diaz (cobra kai), brooke davis (one tree hill), maeve wiley & ruby matthews (sex education), kate bishop (hawkeye), any of hailee steinfeld's characters tbh, jeremiah fisher (the summer i turned pretty), roronoa zoro (one piece live action)

another thing i'd like to add, i wouldn't mind writing poly ships x reader like dickkory, jackieshauna, stalia, sameena, lottienat, jaygar, etc. (or a poly ship with crossover characters like dick grayson & kate bishop for example)

i will write for fluff, angst, and maybe smut (there's only so much i am comfortable with though) if you ask nicely. and i only write for fem & gn readers

and as a reminder, you guys can request for the following fandoms for oneshots, headcanons, or just sending your fluffy or horny thoughts in my inbox (i don't judge)

#yellowjackets x reader #titans x reader #dc titans x reader #fear street x reader #teen wolf x reader #scream x reader #lottie matthews x reader #dick grayson x reader #natalie scatorccio x reader #jason todd x reader #isaac lahey x reader #sam carpenter x reader #jackie taylor x reader #tara carpenter x reader #stiles stilinski x reader #jaiden writes things

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bloatedandalone04 · 2 years

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➪the one where nick falls in love with a shadysider at camp nightwing.

Disclaimer: nick and reader have been aged up for the sole purpose of the smut, sorry if it doesn’t make sense with the timeline of the actual movie (im not writing underage scenes like that, though y’all stay safe) also nick isn’t as evil in this (or at all, really)

WARNINGS: kissing, smut, unprotected sex, slight possessive nick, slight choking, borderline breeding kink, camper x counselor relationship

Word Count: 5.4k

The summer heat was becoming unbearable. Though, it wasn’t nearly as unbearable as your want for the counselor you’d had your eye on for the last two weeks. His name was Nick Goode, which was ironic as the many things you wanted him to do to you were nothing short of bad.

He was your counselor, but that’s a bit of an unfair title as you’re eighteen (as of two months ago) and more than capable of looking after yourself. He was only a year older than you. Since the first day, you’ve been hinting at your obvious crush on him, and all your advances had been cut short when another counselor would see you.

Nick had shown an interest in you as well, but he was too much of a gentleman to take it any further than a smile or an accidental touch of the hand on your arm. It wasn’t enough. You craved him and were infatuated with him to the point where you felt inferior to him.

It was expected for you to develop feelings for him, with his good manners and undeniably good looks. How could you not?

Unbeknownst to you, Nick thought you were the prettiest girl he had ever seen. You were a natural goddess in his eyes and he could only imagine what it would be like to touch you on a deeper level, instead of the rare brush of the arm.

Only problem was.. he was a golden boy and you were a shadysider.

You tended to be the bolder one out of the two of you, but secretly, every pick up line or flirtatious joke you said had your hands feeling sweaty when waiting for his response. He would always respond with remarks that matched your flirty smirks but that was all that came from it.

After all, he is your counselor.

But what others don’t know won’t hurt them, right?

It was around dinner time and while the campers and counselors alike all gathered in the dining area, you stayed back to help Nick clean up. He picked up all the paint brushes while you threw away the scrap pieces of paper. It was just the two of you, and that alone had your heart beating faster than normal, but you pushed away the insecure thoughts and leaned on the table he was cleaning.

“Are we ever going to talk about the thing going on between us?” You asked, tilting your head slightly, the corners of your lips turning up when he stopped his actions.

He didn’t look at you and stood still for a few seconds before continuing to wipe away at the wooden table. “What are you talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about,” you say and casually move closer to him.

“I don’t think I do,” he replied, turning to look at you. “And even if I did, you know nothing can happen between us.”

You refrained from rolling your eyes. “Why not?”

“Because I’m a counselor,” he said, stepping away from you. “And because you’re a camper.”

Your ego felt attacked at the thought of him comparing you to a bunch of kids. “Please,” you scoffed, reaching over and running your fingers over his arm. “I’m eighteen. I don’t believe that you see me as a kid, especially since you’re only one year older than me.”

Nick froze at the feeling of your hand on him and he could feel the walls he built in an attempt to not fall for you crumbling down every second that passed. “It’d be wrong,”

When he went to pull away, you grabbed his hands and tugged him towards you. You were still leaning on the table when you placed his hands on your waist, your chests just inches away. “Does it feel wrong?”

Your words, unintentionally sexy, mixed with the feeling of you had the walls falling completely. Nick slowly stepped forward and allowed you to place your hands on his chest while his ran up your arms to rest on either side of your face.

You could feel your heart beating in your ears, your skin on fire as you looked up at him. “Kiss me,” you murmured, straining your neck to move your face closer to his. At his conflicted expression, you moved your hands up to grip his shoulders. “Please.”

At that, Nick leaned down and closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours in a surprisingly passionate yet desperate kiss. Your hands immediately traveled to his face, bringing him down so he was closer to your height. It wasn’t surprising that the kiss got heated really fast, this was something you both had wanted since the day you met.

Nick’s hands fell from your face and landed on your hips once again and he tugged you up, making you sit on the wooden surface of the table. With him now situated between your legs, you tugged on the collar of his shirt so he was as close as he could possibly be.

His hands moved to wrap your legs around his waist and you moaned at the feeling, all while keeping your lips pressed to his.

You weren’t a virgin, and from the way Nick had his hands all over you, you could tell he wasn’t one either, but you still felt like this was the first time you’d had a man’s hands on your body. You felt high and the kiss was beginning to take your breath away.

You pulled back and let out a deep breath as Nick’s lips moved to your neck, pressing kisses all along it until he got to your shoulders. You tilted your head to the side to give him more access while gripping his jaw and face, breathy moans flying from your mouth.

You had a feeling that Nick would take you right then and there, but the sound of his brother’s voice calling his name had him pulling away from his attack on your neck. You held your breath while Nick stood completely still, and after a few seconds of silence you both wondered if you had imagined it.

“Nick,” his brother called again. “Where are you?”

Nick immediately stepped away from you and created a good amount of space. You hopped off the table and quickly grabbed a cup that was full of water from the paint and threw it on the floor. Nick looked at you in confusion for a second as you shoved an old towel in his hands.

“Nick,” Will opened the door and his brows furrowed at the sight. A puddle had formed where you dumped the water and you watched as his eyes flicked between you and Nick. “You missed dinner.”

“I know, I’m sorry, I was just-”

“I accidentally spilled water when we were cleaning up and Nick was just helping me,” you gestured to the towel in his hands and that’s when Nick had finally caught on.

Will looked between you and Nick a few times then finally down at the water. “I see that,” he said. “Just make sure it doesn’t ruin the floor.”

After that he walked out, the door slamming closed behind him and you hear Nick let out a breath of relief. You looked up at him, a smile beginning to form on your lips as Nick dropped the towel onto the floor, letting it soak up the water.

“That was close,”

“Too close,” he said but the tone in his voice told you that he didn’t regret it.

The water was forgotten as Nick moved closer to you, his hand reaching up to caress the side of your face. Your fingers wrap around his wrist as you gaze up at him, waiting for any sign of confirmation that he wanted this as bad as you did.

A few seconds pass before he strokes his thumb across your cheek bone. “No one can find out,” he said and your smile grows until it’s a full on grin.

“No one will,” you promise before leaning up on your toes to kiss him again. He kisses you back, though not with as much force as before, then pulls away to rest his forehead against yours.

“I’m so fucked,” he said and you laugh, grabbing the sides of his face and pulling him in for your third kiss of the night.

It was the day of the color war and to say you weren’t excited would be an understatement. Running around with a bunch of kids and playing a game that labeled you as the inferior color was not something you felt like doing at all.

You hid behind a cabin as a few Sunnyvale kids ran around with the counselors. You glanced around the area, keeping an eye out for a specific one.

It had been a month since you and Nick kissed. A few days later he was officially your boyfriend, your secret boyfriend, actually, and you were his secret girlfriend.

You kept it low-key for two reasons, one being the fact that you’re from Shadyside and Nick is from Sunnyvale, and two being the fact that you’re a camper and Nick’s a counselor.

Neither of you minded much, but it made seeing each other a lot harder.

As you hid, a smile formed on your face when your eyes caught sight of the brown haired boy you called your boyfriend (secretly, of course). He was participating, barely, but you knew that this was the last thing he wanted to do, as he had told you that the color war games were his least favorite activities.

You wait a few more seconds, ensuring no one would see you, before you lunge forward and wrap your hand around his wrist, pulling him so he was in the space between the two cabins. Nick’s hands immediately find your waist while yours rest on either side of his face. You share a brief, yet extremely intimate look, before Nick leans forward and closes the gap, pressing his lips to yours.

It was something you both had been deprived of for the last few days, both of you seemingly unable to find a good time to meet up.

It was clear that each other’s touch was what fueled your cravings for one another as Nick’s hands moved up to either side of your head, pressing into you and making your back hit the harsh exterior of the wooden cabin. It scratched against the bare skin peeking out of your grey tank top but you couldn’t care less. You missed your boyfriend too much to mind the few splinters you might have to pull out later.

“I missed you,” he muttered against your lips.

“I missed you, too,” you say back and he presses his lips to yours once again. Your hands move to tug at his hair, raking your fingers through it before pulling.

He groans against your mouth before pulling away, his hands moving to grip your waist once more. “I can’t go that long without seeing you again,”

It had only been just under six days since you had the opportunity to sneak off like this, but the truth was that you both had become obsessed with each other in the month you’ve been seeing each other.

So, naturally, you couldn’t help but nod your head in agreement. “I can’t, either,” you say quietly, aware that there may be campers lurking nearby. “I’ve wanted you for days now.”

Nick’s ears perk up at that and he gives you a sly smirk, running his hands over the newly exposed skin due to him pulling up your top slightly. “Sexually?” His shyness had dissolved the last few weeks and he was completely content with being himself around you, hence the word that left his mouth.

You hadn’t gotten to the point of actually sleeping together yet, just heated make out sessions when you could, and to say you were hot for him was an understatement.

He had meant it as a joke so when you nodded and dropped one of your hands to the button of his pants, pressing your fingers to his clothed crotch, Nick’s breath hitched and he felt the blood rush down his body. “I want you so much,” you say and it fuels Nick’s libido to no end.

Gathering some self control, he pulls away slightly, his hands gripping your upper arms. “Are you sure?”

“When are we going to get another chance like this one before summer ends?” You ask, resting your hands on his chest. “You know how much I’ve wanted you, since the day we met.”

Nick looks around, making sure no one was around to witness a Shadysider and Sunnyvaler hooking up. “Not here,”

“Okay,” you reply immediately. “But it turns me on to think about someone catching you with your dick inside me-”

Nick cuts you off by grabbing your hand and tugging you to his cabin. With Nick seemingly too far gone, you took it upon yourself to repeatedly glance around to avoid anyone seeing you.

To outsiders, it looked like Nick was beyond pissed off with you and was dragging you off somewhere to rip you a new one, but the angry look on his face was actually sexual frustration mixed with an undeniable want for the girl he was borderline in love with.

You made it to the cabin with no one around to see you, thankfully, and Nick quickly pushed you inside, locking the door behind him. You didn’t get the chance to explore his room before he pulled you over to his bed, gently pushing you down onto it. He hovered over you and pressed his lips to yours, his elbow moving to the left side of your face to hold himself up while his other hand wasted no time in groping your tank top covered chest.

You were right, when was there going to be another opportunity like this one? He couldn’t even bring himself to feel guilty that he was skipping out on his duties to bury himself in you, but how could he resist his sweet, horny girlfriend when he felt the exact same way she did?

Seeing as the time was extremely limited, he leaned back on his knees to rid himself of his red and white shirt. Your hands fumbled with your own flimsy top as you took it off and dropped it beside the messily made bed.

Boys will be boys.

Within seconds he was back on top of you, his lips kissing every newly exposed part of you he could. Even with the time limit, he couldn’t help but suck a rather large hickey on the top of your right breast, a place only you and him would be able to see it.

Your hands tangle in his hair as his fingers unzip your shorts and slide them off your legs, adding them to the growing pile of clothing on the floor. He would take his time and appreciate your body like he knew it deserved, but he couldn’t risk someone walking in and ruining the rare chance he had to see you like this.

He’d have to worship your body another time.

Instead, he murmured a praise against your neck, “Fuck, you’re so fucking beautiful,”

His words went straight to your core and you moaned, your hands gripping his biceps as he slipped your underwear off.

“Are you sure?” He asks once again. He was painfully hard and might actually break something if you were to back out, but he would allow you that choice no matter what.

Thankfully, though, you just nodded.

“I’m sure, Nick,” you say and caress the sides of his face, bringing it down to yours. “I love you.”

The words caught him off guard and he pulled back to look over your entire face, searching for any sign that you could just be saying that to deepen the moment. He didn’t think anyone could fall in love with someone in a month, but here he was. When he laid in this very bed, by himself, he found himself wanting nothing more than to have you in his arms. When he sat with the rest of the kids from Sunnyvale, his heart ached whenever he saw you sitting with the glum and broody people that so didn’t deserve to have you next to them. He found himself falling completely in love with you with no way to stop it.

“I love you,” he said back once he saw no trace of insincerity on your face, just love, and lust, but mainly love. You leaned up and kissed him while he unzipped his pants, not bothering to pull them down past the point where he could relieve himself of the tight fabric.

Once he was free, he lined himself up with your entrance, his free hand coming up to brush away the few fallen strands of hair that covered your eyes. With a final kiss pressed to your lips, he enters you, both of you releasing a breathy moan.

You were, by far, the tightest girl Nick had ever been with, not that he had a long list of past relationships, and not that he would ever dare to compare you to anyone. You were so much more than the girls in his past, so much better in every way. The immediate attraction between the two of you was obvious and had you both developing feelings faster than expected.

As for you, you had no problem comparing Nick to the scumbags you’d let touch you in your past relationships. They weren’t small in any sense, but Nick was no doubt bigger in the best possible ways. He had a hell of a bigger heart than your previous lovers, a better and brighter personality and he definitely didn’t disappoint in the size category. In fact, you were sure Nick was stretching you out so much that you feared for a second that he’d break you, not that you’d complain.

Nick stilled inside you for a brief second, letting you get familiar with his size, before he pulled out half way. He slipped himself back in at a pace that had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull, your hands gripping his shoulders with everything you had.

There was no doubt in your mind that if you were to be spoiled with this a few more times down the road of your relationship, he would ruin you for other guys. He’d get you so fucked up for him that you wouldn’t dream of anyone else getting you off, and not in the way he could. Not that you’d ever want to have anyone else like this after Nick. You were down bad and you couldn’t bring yourself to care about the consequences that would no doubt come with dating the golden boy from Sunnyvale.

Nick, however, was sick of the unwanted title. He was tired of trying to live up to it and be the guy who could do no wrong, and maybe that’s what made this moment so surreal to him. Nick Goode, future Police Chief, currently burying himself to the brim in a shadysider when he should be participating in the degrading color game going on outside.

But, as Nick sets a steady rhythm, he knew he wouldn’t want to be anywhere else than with the girl he loved.

It felt as if he was saying a massive fuck you to all the people who looked up to him for things he really didn’t want to be part of.

Your legs eventually wrapped around his waist that was still covered by his pants, tightening when he delivered a particularly rough thrust into you. Your chests were pressed completely together with no space in between and Nick leaned down to suck another love bite onto your shoulder. It would be visible if you wore the tank top currently on the floor, so you’d have to remember to switch to a t-shirt after this to hide it. Nick couldn’t help but mark you as his, making you purple in spots that could be visible to everyone with a slip of your shirt. It was the only way he could show that you were taken and that no one had any business trying to get with you when it was him that got to see you like this.

You tried your best to quiet your moans, your whimpers being the only sound in the room. Nick had his face pressed to your neck, his low groans being lost to your skin. You knew you had to be quiet, for the sake of your relationship, but you felt the urge to make him feel as good as he possibly could.

So, you gently pressed against him and flipped him around so his head was against the single pillow with you now situated on top of him. Nick’s hands found your waist while yours rested on his chest, your nails lightly digging into his clear and spotless skin when you began to move your hips.

Your plan to get him to be loud seemed to work as he now had nothing to hide his face in so his moans sounded through the empty room. Satisfied, you lift your hips and drop back down onto him, feeling him stretch even deeper into you. You let out a loud moan at the feeling, surprised you were able to take all of him, let alone take him to the deepest part of you.

One of Nick’s hands left your hips to wrap around one of your wrists, his lips pressing kisses to your forearm. “Fuck,” you whimper at the feeling of him inside you and the kisses he was placing on you. How was this boy even real? And how did you manage to have him all to yourself?

Nick must’ve been thinking similar thoughts as he let go of your hand, allowing it to grip his shoulder while his thumb moved up to pull at your lower lip. “Fuck, you’re so fucking hot,” he muttered, watching the way you nearly squealed in ecstasy when he lifted his hips to fuck into you. “God, look at you. So pretty.”

His words of praise sent heat waves down your body and you let your head fall back, throaty groans leaving you as your pace picked up. Testing something new, Nick dropped his thumb from your lip and wrapped his fingers around your throat, applying the faintest amount of pressure.

Your eyes widen at the new feeling and your hips rocked even faster, moans freely leaving your mouth. It was clear that neither of you cared about your increasing volume at this point. In fact, Nick was sure he wouldn’t mind someone coming in to see you on top of him, riding him until you both had nothing left to give.

That would really demolish the golden boy status and Nick felt like coming at the thought of you helping him ruin his unwanted reputation. You and him, proving to everyone that he wasn’t what they thought, not in the slightest. If he was what they wanted him to be, he wouldn’t be currently getting fucked by someone considered inferior to him, even though he knew you were better than those people could ever be. You actually saw him for who he was. You knew him and that was all that mattered. All he needed was his sweet and incredibly hot girlfriend to feel like he was truly himself. You were what was missing in his life up to the point of him meeting you, he was sure.

The thought of you, the only girl he’s ever let himself love, tainting his reputation beyond repair had him moaning loudly, his hand falling from your throat to grab your waist once again.

He couldn’t believe how lucky he had gotten with you. Not only did he find someone who didn’t give a shit about who he was supposed to be, but he found someone who helped bring out the real him. He was in love with you.

Nick felt like he was on cloud nine and he had no problem with never coming down. If this was the way you made him feel, he knew he wanted you forever.

“You’re taking me so well,” he groaned, sitting up with one hand behind him, holding him up. His other hand stayed on your waist, assisting you in bouncing yourself on him. You straddled him, your hands coming up to grip the sides of his face while your chest brushed his with every bounce of your body. One of the straps of your bra fell off your shoulder, exposing your chest to him even more and his hand moved up to tug the strap down your arm, fully exposing your full chest to him, despite your other bra strap still hugging your shoulder. “Fuck, you’re so hot. You look so pretty riding me, so pretty stuffing yourself with me. I love you.”

“I love you,” you could only whisper back, your throat beginning to become sore from your increasingly loud moans mixed with the faint fingerprints that littered your neck. “I want this forever, want you forever. Fuck, you feel so good.”

It was as if you had read his exact thoughts and it had him breaking out in a large grin, kissing you quickly. “You’re mine, now,” he said, kissing your collarbone while the hand that wasn't gripping your waist came up to tug and pinch your nipple. “Mine forever.”

At this promise, you sped up the movements of your hips, fucking onto him with the last remaining energy you had. You felt yourself getting closer to the point of no return and you wanted nothing more than to let go around him.

Your hips began to shake beyond your control, and Nick stepped in to help keep the pace going by fucking up into you. “I’m close,” you mumbled against his lips, your eyes tearing up from how good you felt at that moment. “You’re so big, so deep. I’ve never felt this full before.”

Nick groaned at your praises, sloppily kissing your neck to prolong the inevitable.

The things you’ve said are completely new. You’ve never cared enough about your past relationships to feel the need to praise them in any way you could, but Nick was just too good at this to not be showered with them. The physical and emotional connection you felt with him ran so much deeper than both of you probably realized.

“Yeah?” He asked against your skin, his fingers no doubt creating bruises on your hips. “You should come for me, then.”

The way he said it both desperately and nonchalantly at the same time had your mouth opening while moans flew from it, your grip on his hair and shoulders becoming increasingly tight as you felt yourself explode around him.

You completely lost yourself, continuing to lazily bounce on Nick as he groaned against you. “Come in me,” you whimpered against his lips. Nick’s eyes widened at your request and he’s never felt more turned on than he did in that moment. “Paint me as yours, please, I want it so bad.”

Your pleas and the overall tightness from you had Nick reaching his climax, too, bucking up into you and painting your walls like you desperately asked him to. You whimpered at the feeling, this being the first time you ever allowed anyone to finish inside you, while Nicked moaned loudly, filling you with everything he had left to offer.

When he finished, the movement of your hips finally halted, your forehead resting against his as you both tried to catch your breath.

As you held each other, Nick once again questioned how in the hell he got so lucky. You were the first girl he ever got the pleasure of climaxing in and the thought that it could very well end in a pregnancy made his heart race. He made a mental note that one day, he’d put a baby in you. His baby. Something that only the two of you can share, that only belonged to you and him, but that’s a conversation for another time.

Both yours and Nick’s skin was sweaty, and his hair was messy and all over the place, a dead giveaway for what you had just done. You laughed to yourself as your hands came up to flatten out the messy strands, placing a final kiss to his forehead when you finished.

Nick’s breathing was staggered and uneven and he allowed himself to fall back onto the pillow, bringing you down with him.

You laughed then immediately let out a quiet moan at the feeling of him still inside you, your body beginning to feel sensitive the longer he stayed buried in you. You knew you’d have to release him eventually, but you both knew that meant you then had to separate and possibly spend days apart, so you kept him inside you for as long as you could.

With your chest pressed to his, you slid your arms up and under his pillow, creating a crevice for his head to rest in. You smiled at the satisfied look on his face and pecked his chin before resting your head on his shoulder. “You look so hot,” you murmured, your skin forming goosebumps when his fingers began to run up and down your back.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you say quietly, bringing one of your hands down to run your fingers across his chest. “Just like this. So content and fucked out.”

Nick smirked, his arms wrapping around your form and his lips pressing to your head. “It’s because of you,”

You hummed, tilting your head up and allowing him to connect your lips. This kiss was long and sweet, no indication of it starting anything else. The best kind of kisses, in your opinion.

You pulled away and put your head on his chest, the faint sound of his heartbeat calming you. “We should get dressed soon,” Nick said, even though he really didn’t want to. But, he was a counselor after all and he had to make up for the lost time.

He didn’t regret this in the slightest, though. He’d much rather lay here with you than go back outside and pretend to be something he was so far from.

“I know,” you mumble, pressing one final and quick kiss to his lips before sitting up.

You finally allowed him to slip out of you, both of you wincing at the feeling, and stood up, redressing your lower half. You fixed your bra while Nick zipped his pants back up and threw his shirt back on.

With a glance at your reflection in the mirror on top of the dresser, your eyes widen at the purple mark on your shoulder. “Nick!”

At your loud call of his name, Nick quickly stood up and looked around for any sign of a possible threat before he realised there was none. “What?”

You turned to face him and pointed at the mark, watching as a smirk forms on his lips.

“Oh,” he says and walks over to you.

“People are going to see that when I put my shirt back on,” you whined, referring to the little coverage your tank top did for your shoulders.

“I’m sorry, baby, but I just couldn’t help myself. I need to show you’re taken somehow,”

You rolled your eyes as he gently pushed you to the side, opening the top drawer of the dresser. He grabbed one of his shirts and held it out to you.

You raised your brows, eyes on the piece of fabric. “I can’t wear your shirt,” you say. “People will know it’s not mine, and your brother will know it’s yours if he were to see me in it.”

“If anyone asks,” Nick starts, taking it upon himself to slip the shirt over your head. “Just say yours got ruined during the game and I offered you one of mine.”

With a weary glance at your boyfriend, you adjusted the shirt that fell to your mid thigh. You tucked the front of it into your shorts as Nick’s hands found their home on either side of your face.

“It will be fine,” he says and kisses your forehead. “I promise. Nothing bad will happen to you when I’m around.”

You nod and step forward, wrapping your arms around his middle while his wrap around your shoulders. You share a final hug, knowing that it’d be a while before you would be able to be back in his arms, something that both of you hated but had to cooperate with nonetheless.

One day you’d be with him everyday, living with him and just being with him in every sense possible. He’d make sure of it.

Nick/Ted’s “because I’m a counselor” has been permanently burned into my mind. It’s just so effortlessly hot

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multi-fandom-imagine · 2 years

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I may be depressed right now but that’s not gonna stop me from loving ~

One Tommy Slater:

And one Eddie Munson:

#tommy slater x reader #tommy slater #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader #Tommy slater x you #fear street 1978 #fear street x reader #fear street #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things s4 #stranger things x reader

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megantheestallion-ismypresident · 10 months

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Always Forever

Ziggy Berman x fem reader

Summary: You were born in Shadyside all of your life, nothing good ever happens, but you met someone in Camp that made you feel something that you never felt in a long time.... well until everything went to complete shit.

Y/n was born in Shadyside all of your life, what can you expect about Shadyside,nothing good ever happens here. Y/n made a pact to get out of Shadyside and live her life elsewhere, But it all went to shit, ever since her mom made her go to Camp Nightwing.

Ever since Y/n stayed in Camp lets just say it wasn't the best, Y/n wanted to kill herself since this is a Camp for Shadysiders and Sunnyvale's, You hated ever single second of staying in this Camp, Y/n was heavily bullied by these Sunnyvale assholes, Especially Sheila. Sheila is the master of tormenting Y/n, her and her goons.

They would mess up her cabin, Make fun of her, Bother her, everywhere they go.

"Hey, Shadyside trash." Sheila shouted as she followed Y/n, as Y/n carries a bucket of water and soap to get rid of the words they wrote in her cabin.

"Fuck off, Sheila!!!." Y/n shouted back as she walks faster rolling her eyes.

"I see you have cleaning supplies, Is that to clean your cabin, I see someone wrote alot of rude things inside your cabin, But I guess they did it for a reason, for Shadyside trash like you." Sheila said as she laughs.

Y/n stops walking and sets the cleaning supplies down, and turn around and punched Sheila in the face, making her fall down on the ground and seeing her nose bleed.

Sheila started screaming as everyone saw you punched Sheila in the face, You saw Kurt run over to you guys.

"Woah, ladies what happened here?" Kurt asked.

"She punched me in the face." Sheila said as she cries holding her nose in pain.

"What? She was bothering me, telling me I'm a piece of trash, you fucking Sunnyvale's are such prissy fucks." Y/n said insulting Sunnyvale's as she rolls her eyes.

"Listen, here, this is your first strike, If I see you assault anyone here, I wi-" Kurt said as he was cut off by Y/n.

" Save it, Kurt. I get it, I'll get kicked out camp, I'm so fucking threatened. I'll be happy to get out of this fuckass camp anyway." Y/n said as she picks up her cleaning supplies, and flips everyone off everyone that watched, and walks back to her messy cabin.

"God, I hate those Shadyside brats." Kurt muttered under his breath.

Y/n made it inside her messy cabin and sighed looking at all of the mess, Sheila and her goons wrote on the wall. Y/N started cleaning her cabin, so as she heard a knock on the door.

Y/n walked over to the door and opened to see a redhead girl in front of her cabin door. " Who are you?" Y/n said bluntly.

" I'm Ziggy, I wanted to help you clean your cabin, Sheila and her goons did." Ziggy said.

' I don't need your charity work, I do thing alone but thank you for your offer." Y/N said as she was about to close the door but Ziggy stopped her.

"Look, I saw you punched Sheila in the nose, what can I say it was awesome, and I can help you get back at her, if you want." Ziggy said which caught Y/n's eye.

"OK, fine you can help me clean my cabin, But how are going to help me get back at her.?" Y/n questioned.

"Oh, trust me, I know a way." Ziggy smiled mischievously.

Y/n smirked at Ziggy. " I like you, I think your going to be my first new friend." Y/n smiled.

"Hey, you haven't told me your name?" Ziggy asked.

"It's Y/n." Y/n introduced herself.

And thats how Y/n and Ziggy became friends but later turn into something more.

Y/n and Ziggy became official and was a couple, they sneak to each other cabins to make out, and pull pranks on Sheila and her goons, when Y/n first came here she miserable but when she met Ziggy she found a little hope in her.

Y/n and Ziggy ran inside the empty mess hall as the made out. Y/n cupped Ziggy's face as they kissed passionately. " I love you " Y/n said through kisses. " I love you too." Ziggy said as she smiled at Y/n.

Y/n and Ziggy stopped kissing as they heard screaming from outside. "What the fuck is going on out there?" Y/n said. Y/n saw through the glass window a tall figure with blood all over him and are in his hands coming towards the mess hall.

"Is that Tommy?" Ziggy asked.

Tommy started swinging the axe as he was trying to get in the mess hall.

Y/n grabbed Ziggy's hand as they led them under they hid under thr table.

Y/n and Ziggy hid under the table petrified with fear as they saw Tommy made inside the mess hall looking for them

They saw Tommy walked right passed them as he looked for them. Until looked under the table and grabbed Y/n by her leg.

Y/n stared screaming as he dragged her, Ziggy found a bag and hopped on Tommy's back placing it over his head trying to suffocate him but it didn't work as pushed Ziggy off of him.

Ziggy made it on the floor as Tommy came towards her, but he stopped as he fely something stabbed him in the chest.

"Fuck... You." Said a brown haired girl as she holds a knife in her hand as Tommy collapses on the floor.

"You swore." Ziggy huffed and puffed as she looked at the brunette girl

" It's becoming a habit." Cindy said as she chuckles.

Ziggy hugged her as they both laugh.

" Oh, I forgot to mention, this is my girlfriend, Y/n over there." Ziggy mentioned as she points to Y/n who was looking at both of them.

"Hi." Y/N waved to Cindy.

"Hi." Cindy waved back to her

They all heard a noise in the vent. Cindy got her knife and looked down. Too see Alice as she pants, Cindy grabbed her hand to pull her up.

" I found it, Satan's stone,OK? It was righ there, All this time buried under the moss, and I found it, I fucking found it we can save Shadyside." Alice said

"Found what?" Cindy asked

"Three guesses." Alice smiles.

Alice pulls out a wooden hand in the table. We all looked at the hand and each other.

"What? What is it?" Ziggy asked.

"It's Sarah Fier's lost hand." Alice told Ziggy.

"Nurse lane spent her whole life, looking for this. A way to stop the curse that took her daughter. " Cindy said.

" Without her hand, her grip on the land holds firm, The curse will last, until body and hand unite." Alice said pointing the verse in the book.

"This led us to the hand bone... and if the legend is true, that means her body's still buries--" Alice said as she was cutting off by Y/n.

" By the hanging tree." Y/n said as she finishes what Alice was going to say.

" We can end this." Y/n said.

"No more murders, no more curse, no more...pain." Cindy said as she turns to Tommy's dead body on the ground.

"We can save Shadyside... tonight." Cindy said turning to Alice

Y/n touched the hand bringing it close to her, as y/n felt her nose bleed as it drips onto the wooden hand.

Y/n gasps for air as she wipes the blood.off her nose.

"Are you okay?!!" Ziggy asked growing concerned.

"My nose... I bled on the hand and... I think I just saw her." Y/n explained.

"Who?" Said Cindy.

"Sarah Fier." Y/n said

"She was... she was angry." Y/n said.

"We have to bury this thing.... right fucking now." Alice said panting.

Cindy got up grabbing a shovel handing it to Ziggy.

"What I have to this with my hands?" Alice questioned.

"What? No your staying here." Cindy said to Alice.

" Oh, cmon I can hop just fine." Alice gestures as she hops.

Cindy looks at Alice with a disapproving look on her face.

" I watch my dad go to jail when I was six, I watch my mom steal.. so I could eat, First time I cut myself was 12. It was after.. well, you know when, and now tonight, I watch your fucking perfect boyfriend turn into a monster, and kill the only person I've ever loved." Alice said.

"I've waited... my whole life for this. And now I've found it, let me see this through, For Arnie..." Alice said.

"For Tommy... For Shadyside." Said Alice

"For Shadyside." Cindy said looking at Ziggy.

"For Shadyside." Ziggy repeated looking at Y/n.

"For Shadyside." Y/n said.

"ALICE!!!" Cindy shouted.

Tommy swinged his axe killing Alice.

Cindy got the shovel and smacked him, choking him with the shovel.

"Fucking Die! Why won't you fucking die!!!" Cindy said choking Tommy with the shovel tearing his head off of his body.

"No! Alice?" Cindy got on the floor seeing if Alice is ok.

Y/n and Ziggy hold hands as they pant for air scared.

"Alice, just... just stay with me, Alice." Cindy said, as she sees Alice choking on her own blood.

As Alice gasps for air she stops breathing, and dies.

"No, Alice!" Cindy starts crying.

Y/n hears a women singing.

"What is that?" Ziggy said.

They all turned around in unison as they hear a women singing.

They see the open vent and see Ruby Lane popping out of the vent.

"We have to go now!!" Y/n said

They all ran as Ziggy gets the axe, she felt Tommy grabbing her back, Y/n pulls Ziggy out Tommy's grip.

Y/n, Ziggy, and Alice ran out of the mess hall.

They all ran out in field where the hanging tree is.

"Here?" Said Ziggy

"Yes." Said Cindy.

Cindy starts digging.

Y/n and Ziggy looked at each other as they see other killers walking slowly and menacingly in different directions.

"I hit something." Said Ziggy.

Ziggy picked it up and saw a rock that said, 'The witch forever lives.'

"Cindy, what does it mean?Cindy?" Ziggy asks

" I don't know?" Said Cindy.

"Where is she? Where's the body?" Said Ziggy.

" I don't know." Said Ziggy.

"This way,come on ." Cindy said grabbing Ziggy and Y/n.

The killer's walks faster as the all come in their direction.

"What do you want, Sarah Fier!!!." Cindy shouted.

"You want this? you can have it." Cindy said holding the wooden hand.

" Just let my sister and Y/n live." Cindy shouted through tears.

Cindy grabs the shovel turning to Y/n.

" You bled on the bone, They're after you get ready to run." Cindy said To Y/n.

Ziggy looks at y/n with a panicked look on her face, Ziggy shakes her head as she looks at y/n, not wanting her to die.

"Hey, don't worry about me we'll run together, and we if we don't make it we'll die together, I love you Ziggy, Always Forever." Y/n said cupping Ziggy's face.

Y/n and Ziggy hold hand in hand running.

As Cindy gets the shovel hitting Tommy with it. But Tommy hit her with his axe, Making Cindy fall as she bleeds.

Ziggy looks back as a killer with messed up skin grabbed Ziggy and stabs her in the back.

Y/n saw A short killer whacked her with baseball bat making her collapse on the floor.

Y/n looks at Ziggy being a stabbed repeatedly by the killer. As she sees Tommy chop Cindy.

Y/N coughed up blood as she was being beaten to death by a baseball bat.

The three of them lie together as they were being killed.

Ziggy turns to Y/n. " I love you Always forever." Ziggy whispered to Y/n. Y/n looks at Ziggy as she slowly closes her eyes.

Ziggy closes her eyes as she dies.

Atleast she gets to die with her sister and the girl she loves, Right?

Hope u Ziggy berman lovers like this, ❤️ 💖 💗

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#Ziggy berman x reader #Ziggy berman x fem reader #Fear street 1978 #Ziggy berman #cindy berman #cindy x alice #tommy slater #Spotify #Fear street x reader

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nnightskiess · 1 year

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𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐬.

₊° - 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭)

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘶𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘦𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘧 𝘪𝘵 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘶𝘱 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘋𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢 𝘑𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘴𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘩𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘸 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰.

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☾ ⋆*·ﾟ:⋆*·ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:·ﾟ .: ⋆*·ﾟ: .⋆

𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨...easily get persuaded or pressured into doing something, especially if it was something you'd absolutely not do if it were up to you. But when it came to Deena Johnson, you'd throw all those inhibitions out the window and carry the world for her if you had to. And that was precisely why you were standing in front of the woods on Fear Street right now.

Earlier...

...Deena had not taken her breakup with Sam lightly, that much was clear to you and your friends. After Sam had left for Sunnyvale, Deena was adamant about building up her walls again and letting no one in. She became snarky and quiet, and there was always a sour frown present on her face. It pained you to see your friend like that. And while Kate and Simon tried their best to cheer her up, their attempts usually did the opposite. Deena wasn't in the mood to have two matchmakers trying to get her to move on with another girl, and she developed a low tolerance for some of their childish antics. No, she needed to be understood, to be given the space to move on in her own time, to grieve the loss of Sam and to come to terms that life would be okay again. Someday. And so you started to do your best to bring out the old Deena Johnson, the one you missed so much— from buying cassettes of The Pixies, renting movies and bringing her takeout to letting her copy your homework when she'd been busy getting her life back together. The first time you knocked on her door, she'd given you a distant, forlorn look, but it surprised you that she let you in after seeing the bag with burgers and VHS in your hands. She walked you out later that night, the ghost of a smile on her face as she realised she felt a little better. It had become your thing— Fridays after school were now reserved to spend time together, and sooner but later, Deena caught herself having forgotten about Sam altogether. But why, she couldn't quite tell. You, however, had started to feel weird lately. And while you had been aloof to it all in the beginning, or at least tried to brush it off, you realised there could be no other explanation—the sweaty hands you'd get when around her, and the weird tingling in your stomach, could only mean that you liked her. Liked-liked her. Of course, you would. Deena Johnson was as cool as she was beautiful. Her dark curls seemed as soft as her lips, and the twinkle in her eye whenever she smirked or laughed or said something she knew was witty, blinded you and made your heart beat faster. She carried herself so laid-back, as if she couldn't give a damn about the world, but you knew that she was capable of giving so much love and care that it would suffocate a person.

It was a good thing she didn't know though, for it coloured your cheeks in embarrassment even thinking about it. You'd rather not make her run for the hills and end your friendship. For months, it had been your not-so-little secret. It had kept you up at night, occupied your mind in class, and even caused you to go all sappy and put a corny poem or doodle in at least every notebook or stray piece of paper you owned. The amount of hearts you had drawn around her name was getting ridiculous, and you hated how you had turned into one of those lovestruck teenagers you had always made fun of. But now, you understood. But each time you felt your heart speed up, the feeling of guilt and embarrassment washed over you almost simultaneously. Guilt because you were meant to help her feel better, not be a replacement for Sam. If she ever found out, what would she think? Would she suspect you had only reached out to her with an ulterior motive now that she was vulnerable? To get with her in the process? Because that was far from the case. And embarrassment, because all crushes and secret loves were awkward and something you'd rather shove under the carpet, afraid of rejection and making yourself look like a fool. Deena Johnson had gotten her heart broken, and here you were, falling for her. For your friend, for someone who had just mended her heart.

But while you thought you had done a stellar job at hiding your infatuation with the girl, your not-so-secret crush was painfully obvious to Kate and Simon, who realised the origin of the change in your behaviour right away. However, operation Get-Them-Together couldn't start off unless they were utterly sure that Deena was ready for something new, and that she was even into you at all.

"Hey, you." Kate straightened her back when Deena threw the tray with cafeteria food onto their table and sat down, "Dare to try the zombie's brain?"

Deena sighed and poked at the miscoloured porridge, or at least she thought it was. Then her eyes drifted to the chicken nuggets, which looked like they had been chewed on already and then spit out.

"I don't even know why I still get some." Deena huffed playfully and shoved the tray away, "Do you only sell pills or do you also have a secret business with cheap snacks?"

"'Fraid berries is all we have to offer."

Deena sank down into her seat, resting her chin on her hand as she watched the students chat and eat, "Then I'm already looking extra forward to burgers and fries tonight."

Kate sat even straighter and leaned in, a smirk on her face, "Ah, is Y/N still doing that?"

"Yup, she's the best," Deena stated matter of factly, slightly distracted by the realisation that you weren't in the cafeteria.

"Looking for her?"

Deena hummed, "-and Simon, where's he?"

"Bathroom. Second breaks are usually peak hours for us." Almost as soon as she was done speaking, she started to wiggle her eyebrows, "-so, honest answers only- do you like Y/N?"

Deena's eyes immediately shot towards Kate, and she realised where this was going as soon as she saw the smirk on Kate's face. Slightly thrown off guard by the sudden question and the shock that comes with the answer she has already given in her head, but not yet spoken aloud.

"Is this another one of your attempts to get me to move on because I've figured it out on my own already." Although, not really on her own, she thinks.

Kate lifts her head, surprised but happy with the answer, "No more Sulking-About-Sam hours?"

"Nope. Ancient history."

"Great- so, you like her, right?"

Deena squinted her eyes and pursed her lips as she looked at Kate, trying to decipher what her friend would do with the answer. But then again, there was absolutely no shame in admitting to liking someone, let alone someone so kind and fun as you. She sighed, laughed a breathy chuckle and shook her head in amusement.

"Deena and Y/N, sitting in a tree-"

"Alright, no- none of that!" She threw a pea at Kate's face, whose smirk widened as soon as she saw you approach their table. Deena hunched closer, turned her voice down and whisper-yelled, "Not a word, Schmidt!"

Kate shrugged innocently before sliding out a seat for you, but you immediately waved her off, "I can't stay, I have some stuff I want to copy. I just wanted to give you this."

Deena accepted the bundle of papers and flipped through them.

"Those are the notes from chemistry and history you missed. Oh, and the maths homework you can copy."

"Oh, thanks." Deena smiled softly at the kind gesture and watched you hurry away, a nervous jump evident in your step.

"Well?" Kate broke the silence, "Don't wait any longer. Make the damn move! Girly has been waiting for you to do so because she thinks you don't see her that way."

"She told you that?"

"No, but I'm usually right with that kind of stuff. She hates math with a passion but here she is making homework for you. And don't forget that I knew Sam liked you before she was even out."

"Should I also remind you how that one ended?" Deena turned sour almost immediately at the mention of her ex-girlfriend, and her good mood from before was gone in an instant.

Kate noticed and hated how she had to bring it up, "Look, just trust me on this one, okay?"

Deena hummed absentmindedly, already staring off into the distance again and playing with the food on her tray. If you really liked her, then why had you started to act so strange and distant lately? Kate's reasoning made no sense. Although Deena wasn't scared to put herself out there, she also wasn't too keen on getting her heart broken again after she had barely recovered from the first time. No, she needed to do some digging before decisions and actions could be made.

So she did. To see how you would react, she'd find your gaze and would stare just a tad bit longer than you could bear, would smirk whenever your eyes met, or wink. Her innocent touches amped up a notch as you were often surprised with an arm slung over your shoulder. It was clear to everyone that it got a reaction out of you, that you tensed up, blushed or grew nervous. But Deena wasn't quite sure if these were the signs of someone who was getting attention from her crush, or from someone who was uncomfortable and just too nice to say so. But when she asked Kate if what she was doing would ruin her friendship, Kate answers-

"Your friendship will be past tense anyway." Kate joked, but saw this did nothing to calm Deena down, and rolled her eyes, "Look, I'll ask her."

"Yeah, no- I appreciate the help but I'd rather not make her feel pressured or cornered. I-I...I'll figure it out."

But Kate was itching to help out and decided to play some detective. Like a hawk, she had her eyes on the two of you, no matter if it was at school or at one of your houses. Before you could even think of looking Deena's way, she had already caught you in the act. It is no different when she spotted you eyeing the girl as soon as Deena walks out of the locker room.

"See something you like?" Kate's voice made your head shoot up, and you realised by the look on her face, that she knew you weren't admiring her new leather jacket.

Not wanting to put you on the spot any further, she added,"Ah, yes, I've been eyeing that jacket of hers too, it's literally the best." Grateful that she didn't tease you, you smiled at her, knowing Kate could have taken this another turn.

Kate saw the relieved look on your face, and the blush on your cheeks, giving her all the confirmation she needed to set up a plan with Simon to get you two together.

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Kate had paged you just after nine, telling you to come over to her house now that her parents were away. Usually, you would've jumped onto your bike right after hanging up the phone, and you would've been there already. But this time, you were stressing out. It wasn't a rare occurrence for you to hang out with your friends. But lately, you had been capable of making an absolute fool of yourself each and every time Deena was around. Not so keen on going down that road again this time, you sat on your bed, your leg jittery. It did nothing to help to shake the nerves out of your system, so instead, you stood up and took a deep breath.

A huff left your mouth as you caught your reflection in your mirror. It was almost as if it mockedyou— look at you, getting nervous about a girl. Pathetic. You turned away from it and rummaged through the pile of clothes on your chair, grabbing a few jackets and trying them out in front of the mirror. What kind of look were you going for? Something edgy? Something chill and laid back, or something classy? What jacket screamed I've-put-alot-of-effort-into-my-outfit-for-a-girl, the least? With your eyes closed, you picked one off the ground, smiling slightly as you held your jean jacket in your hands. The patches you had sown felt very you, and so did the jacket. You picked well. You'd look great. Things would be fine. Breathe. Deena would be there. Almost immediately, your stomach fluttered. Great.

Taking another deep breath, you ran downstairs to get on your bike.

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Autumn in Shadyside was always unusually chilly, and tonight was no different as you stood in front of the door you had just knocked on, busy warming yourself by rubbing your hands together.

Simon peered through the window before he appeared in front of you, his goofy grin on full display, "You brought snacks? Tell me you brought snacks. They only have tiny carrots and a bag of opened and old peanuts." He made a face of disgust, one that immediately changed to a wide smile when he caught the can of Planters cheeseballs and box of Cosmic Brownies you pushed against his chest.

"Sick!" He nodded approvingly and followed as you stepped inside.

"They're in the basement." He spoke, bringing a hand of cheeseballs towards his mouth.

"Save some for the others, yeah?" You playfully shook your head.

"Of course!" He shrugged innocently, following you downstairs.

The wooden steps creaked and groaned as you descended, and your legs wobbled when you heard her laugh. You stopped, realising you didn't want her to see you with cheeks as red as your pair of Chuck Taylor's. If you could stall some time...

The creaking stopped, signalling Simon had come to a stop behind you.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you lock the door?"

"Uh, yeah, I did."

"Are you sure? Maybe we should check?"

Simon chuckled, trying to downplay his mocking, "Don't you worry. Any Shadyside scum will have to go through me before they get to you girls."

You rolled your eyes playfully, "How chivalrous. You know that we're Shadyside scum, right?"

He waved you off and gave your shoulder a slight push, signalling you to walk down, "You know what I mean."

You fumbled with the slightly-too-long sleeve edges of your jacket, a nervous habit, one you resorted to a lot whenever Deena was around. Smoothly dodging the junk stored on the few lower steps and moving your head around the cobwebs, you eventually stood in the basement. It was colder than upstairs, they clearly didn't have central heating downstairs, and the cold wind breezed through the cracks around the tiny windows. Your eyes wandered around the basement, which was clearly mostly used for storage going by the Christmas decoration tossed into a corner and the plethora of cardboard boxes. But in the back of the basement stood an old sofa with a pattern that was no doubt straight out of the seventies. It looked like it had seen better days. A purple, mismatched coffee table was filled with bottles of soda. Your eyes wandered over to the girl sitting on a pillow on the ground, her dark curls fell over her shoulder as she pushed her hair back. Almost immediately, you forgot about the cold and felt yourself warm up again.

"Ah, won't you look at that? She's arrived. At last." Kate smirked.

Deena turned around, nodded at you in acknowledgement and smiled. She wore a black denim overall with a tie-dye jumper beneath. God, how could she look so effortlessly cool and beautiful? She leaned against the table, and you felt yourself bite your lip to mask how you were really feeling.

"Well? What took you so long?" Kate pressed.

"Uh," You panicked, but only for a split second as you found the perfect lie, "Had to get some snacks, of course."

"Ah! Whadda ya bring?"

Simon threw the box of Cosmic Brownies in Deena's lap, "They look like only kindergartners should eat them but gah, they're the best." She ripped the packaging open and threw Simon and Kate one, then she turned to you, "Here— sit."

But before she let you, she slapped the pillow a couple of times, making years of dust fly off it.

You laughed, "What a health hazard this basement is, why not sit in the den like we always do?"

"Because..." Kate started, "Now that I've got all of you here..." She smirked a smirk that could only mean she was up to no good, "Seeing as it's almost Halloween, I thought it would be a great idea to get up to some spooky games."

"Kate, I've already told you— I'm not doing the OUIJA board."

"Yeah, no, me either. Josh actually convinced me to stay away from that one."

Kate's shoulders slumped and she fell back against the sofa, "Boohoo."

Simon sat down next to her, the can of cheese balls still tightly clutched against his chest, "I'll play!"

"No, you'd scare the ghosts away with your weird questions."

"I'm also pretty sure calling them ghosts, will anger them."

"Since when did you two become such a goody-goody? Something eating away at your conscience?"

Deena shrugged, "Just not feeling like adding harassed by ghosts to my list of problems."

"Right, because that's obviously the worst one of them all." Kate and Deena exchanged a look, one that left Deena with furrowed eyebrows and her lips pursed in irritation.

Kate just shrugged and a whispered oops left her mouth.

"Right, so, truth or dare then? Easily the next best thing." Simon put his feet up onto the table, but Deena pushed them off.

"There's nothing spooky about truth or dare." Kate sighed, making it clear how she felt about the suggestion.

"So? We make it spooky." Simon put his feet back up on the table. This time, Deena faced away, turning to you.

"How old are we? Twelve?" She complained.

"Don't be a party pooper." Kate rose her eyebrows teasingly, "Are you scared of certain secrets coming out?" She tantalised.

Deena bit the inside of her cheeks and furrowed her brows, knowing Kate had her where she wanted, "Fine. But nothing disgusting or I'm out."

Kate clapped her hands and sat up, grabbing an empty bottle of Coca-Cola before she gave it a whirl. It landed on Simon.

"Simon, truth or dare!"

"Dare!"

"I dare you to let me do your makeup."

"How is that a spooky dare? I don't mind that at all, bring it on. Make me look even prettier."

Deena looked at you, suppressing a smile at his reaction. Kate patted the spot beside her and whipped out a tiny pouch from her bag. Mascara, rouge, an eyeliner pencil and lipstick were now sprawled about the coffee table.

"Pucker up, pretty boy. I'll make you give Winona Ryder a run for her money."

Deena snorted, shook her head and snuck a glance at you. She noticed how tensed you seemed, despite the lighthearted conversation, "Hey, you good?" She mumbled under her breath.

"Yeah, don't worry about it."

She raised her chin and looked you up and down to try and decipher what was wrong. She could tell you were lying. You always had this tell when you did, you'd play with your hair or avoid her eyes, which you had done often lately. She complied with your request to drop it, but she wouldn't stop worrying, for she simply couldn't. You had made her suspicious of your behaviour for weeks now. Something was up, and although Deena was usually unfiltered and didn't mince words, she couldn't this time. Not with you. This was different. Somehow she felt like she needed to handle it differently, with more tact, handle it with a delicate touch instead of ripping off a bandaid and come out and say it how she saw it.

"Okay, cool... um-" It surprised her how she was at a loss for words. Even if it had only been momentarily, the slip-up hadn't gone unnoticed, "-well, um, thanks. For the snacks." She smiled wryly and held up her brownie, not noticing the side-eyes Simon and Kate were giving her.

"Oh... it's nothing. We had them laying around." You replied flustered, feeling your cheeks already starting to heat up by how long Deena was looking at you.

"I thought you said you had to go and get them?" Kate noted.

And there it was— your cheeks turned a bright red in a matter of a second, and you started to stammer and stumble over half-spoken words, "Well, I um- yes, but then-"

Kate stopped you, not being able to watch you torture yourself in front of your crush, "It's fine, I was playing with you."

Deena glared at Kate, who smiled in return, putting the last touches on Simon's makeup, "And... all done. Show them!"

"How do I look?" Simon puckered his lips and turned his head over his shoulder, using his hands to Vogue. He quickly grabbed Kate's cheek, who spluttered, and left a dark red lipstick mark behind.

"Wow," Deena laughed, "Such a beauty. Love the blush on your cheeks. It's quite...prominent."

"Now we're twinsies!" Simon joked with you, but you didn't laugh. At least not a genuine one.

"Drop it, guys." Deena gave them a stern look before she sighed and gave the bottle a good spin, but Kate kept smirking. Deena muttered, “Or I’ll make you call Brian to ask if you can play Wizards and Dungeons with him.”

Kate immediately slumps in her seat and sighs, “Fine.”

The bottle slowly came to a stop and landed on Deena herself, who puffed out her cheeks, but before she could pick dare, Simon had already piped up, “You always pick dare. Pick truth for once.”

“What happened to truth or dare? Don’t I get to pick?!”

“Afraid what we’ll ask you if you pick truth?” Kate winked, and Deena immediately realised what she was hinting at. Then again, she didn't want to give Kate this win, and so she refused to back down.

“Okay, fine, bring it. Truth it is.”

“Give your heartfelt thoughts about each person in this room.”

Deena made a face of disgust and scowled, “Really?!”

“Is that too soft for you?” Kate teased and raised an eyebrow. She hid her cocky look behind an innocent smile.

Deena tried to look indifferent and mumbled out what she likes about Simon and Kate with clear boredom in her tone, but with the ghost of a smile on her face. Then she turned to you, and she fell silent. You looked at her, growing uneasy and flustered at the suddenness of Deena’s attention on you.

The girl inhaled sharply, getting ready to speak from the heart, “Well, you’re pretty awesome. And um— you’re a lovely friend. I like our Friday afternoons and well, how you always have my back and so-” Her words didn't come out nearly as easily as when she did Kate and Simon, and it was clear that she knew, going by the slight blush on her cheeks. She cleared her throat, realising she needed to say a bit more, but just enough to not ruin anything between you. “In all honesty, you mean the fucking world to me.” She ended up saying. She could’ve speeched with underlying and hidden meanings, but that had never been her forte. And so, she watched as your face turned red. You realised what she was saying, and although she didn’t use underlying meanings, you still caught the hidden message behind her words as you gazed into her eyes.

Deena rubbed her hands together awkwardly, “Right, so… please never make me do that again.”

Kate and Simon gave each other a look, one that screamed that the first step to their plan had just been accomplished, and the rest had clearly been set in motion.

Though Deena had already forced herself to move on from her embarrassing moment, you still replayed her words in your head, realising you’d yet to say a word and had only been staring at her ever since she turned to you.

“That was… very sweet. Thanks.” The corners of your lips turned into an adorable smile, and Deena’s body relaxed as she started to beam from ear to ear. At least she hadn’t scared you away.

Kate and Simon shared yet another secret look, and their fists bumped together underneath the table.

“Your turn.” Simon enthused after spinning the bottle and it landing on you, bursting your bubble.

Deena noticed the worried look on your face, and her hand landed atop yours, “You don't have to do it if you don't want to. It's just a stupid game, after all."

“No, come on, this is fun! We should come up with a dare if you reject your dare or truth. You know, as a punishment for not doing the dare or the truth."

Deena muttered, “That sentence gave me a headache."

You realised that whatever you were going to pick, either truth or dare, couldn't be any good, going by the mischief on their faces. Kate hauntingly whispered, suddenly holding a flashlight underneath her chin, “Let’s spook things up now— so, Y/N, what will it be? Truth… or dare?”

Simon made scary noises and wiggled his fingers. “I’d pick truth too if I were you.” He said.

“What happened to the whole concept of the game? It’s truth or dare, dimwit.” Deena playfully shook her head.

But Simon ignored her and starts chanting truth, quickly getting slapped against the chest by Kate.

“You’re gonna wake up the neighbourhood with your wailing, shush!”

You turned to Deena, unsure of what to pick and wanting to find solace in her eyes. After seeing the reassuring, calming expression on her face you relaxed and opened your mouth, “Dare.” You smiled, “But nothing too embarrassing or sexual.”

“But that takes away all the fun!”

Kate didn't sit and sulk like Simon, and instead tapped her chin, pretending she has to think about a dare when in reality, she already had one prepared, “I dare you to… spend seven minutes in heaven in the woods behind Fearstreet-” Kate held her finger up, stopping anyone from interrupting her, “-together with Deena.”

Kate and Simon looked at the both of you, expectantly, and with huge grins on their faces, like two happy kids.

You looked at Deena, catching her eye when you protest, “More like seven minutes in hell!” You widened your eyes, immediately realising how this must’ve sounded.

“I’m sorry?” Deena feigned offence, but her eyes say otherwise.

“No, no, no- that’s not what I meant. It’s not you, it’s just-” You turned back to Kate and Simon, “Are you two insane?!”

Simon only shrugged and put his fingers together, so as to say, just a little.

“People go missing there, or worse— get fucking killed! Remember Evan?!” With wide eyes, you brought up one of your classmates from school.

“That doesn’t count, he accidentally shot himself.”

Deena crossed her arms, coming to your aid, “We all know it wasn’t, this is Shadyside, remember?”

Kate visibly grew annoyed, “Yeah, you like to remind us each and every opportunity you get.” She turned from Deena back to you, “If you’re scared you should just say so. That’s it, isn’t it?”

Deena puckered her lips in annoyance, frowned and lifted her head, eyeing Kate, “Let it go, Kate.”

“I’m not scared,” You muttered, ashamed. Because you were. Not for the reason you had to walk deep into the Fearstreet woods, but because you would be with Deena.

“Then what’s the problem? Live a little!” Kate smiled, clearly not aware of what she was doing.

Deena glanced your way momentarily, searching for a sign that shows you were uncomfortable or scared. The last thing you would want to do is let Deena down, show her you’re a scaredy cat who’s afraid of the dark of the wood at night, or reject the dare and make Deena feel rejected for not wanting to go there with her.

You found yourself nodding, and soon the words rolled off your lips, “There’s no problem.”

Kate’s face broke into a shit-eating grin, “Great! What are we waiting for then?

Mere minutes later, the four of you hopped into Deena’s car, who was behind the wheel. Simon happily sat beside her, having earned the spot after yelling out shotgun as soon as she had jingled her car keys. You didn't have to lock eyes to know Deena was sneaking looks at you through the rearview mirror. And even though the eye contact made your heart beat faster, you never failed to reciprocate her stare. Although, you were always the one to break first, not wanting to be too flustered before your whole dare had even started.

You drew a sun on the damp window, and mumbled out as soon as Deena turns into Fearstreet, “I can’t believe I let you guys persuade me into doing this,”

As she drove further into the street, you felt the air get stuffy, even if it was freezing cold. The late autumn sky was dark and turned even foggier the farther you drove. Deena cursed under her breath and went to sit on the edge of her seat to get a better view of the road. She drummed a random rhythm on the steering wheel, trying to play down her nerves.

The night seemed to grow darker the moment they passed the houses. For some reason, this part of the street had never had any functioning streetlights and even the rundown houses had no lights on to show someone was home.

You started to shrink and shudder as you look out the window, only seeing darkness. It frightened you as you suddenly remembered all the bad shit that had happened near this part of town. You were no stranger to all the stories of mysterious sightings, disappearances and murders on Fearstreet and in its woods. Even if they were usually used to spook kids and help them behave, you started to get uncomfortable now that you were actually here. Sure, the stories probably got changed plenty of times through the rumours in the school’s hallways, but still, you already hated having agreed to this. You had never been a fierce believer of each story, but you had also never sought out danger and risks. Besides, you usually made it a conscious choice to avoid Fearstreet as much as you could. But there you were, breaking that one little promise you had made to yourself, breaking it for Deena Johnson. Which made it all the more nerve-wracking.

What would happen in the woods? Would you be out there all alone? Would you stumble upon something? What would happen with Deena? Between the two of you? Surely she’d think the two of you were just going as friends on a fun dare. There was no way she was seriously thinking this was going to be a hookup. All kinds of questions started to circulate through your head, making your palms start to sweat and your leg jitter.

Deena pulled up to the side of the road as she parked in the dirt on the outskirts of the Fearstreet woods, “This is so stupid,” She sighed and turned off her car, leaving the four of you in complete darkness and silence. It was eerie.

“So what now?” You crossed your arms, trying to seem tough and unimpressed, but Kate had seen your leg bounce mere moments ago.

“Well, if you two are too scared, we can turn bad around and get some milkshakes instead.”

Neither you or Deena liked the way Kate’s sentence made you feel like a coward, and both of you immediately replied,

“Hell no.” “No way, let’s go.”

You surprised yourself by unbuckling and getting out of the car. And once the door closed with a bang that travelled and echoed through the tall trees, you hoped the other three would step out soon after you. You hugged your torso, growing cold, even under your padded jean jacket.

“So… what? You guys will just stay here?” You looked at Simon as he rolled down the window, staying seated in the car.

“Yup, someone’s gotta keep track of the time and watch the car.” He smiled giddily and handed Deena a flashlight as the girl stepped out of the car.

“So prepared,” She noted, somewhat sarcastically.

“Don’t keep your girl waiting!” Kate shoo’d her, getting a glare in return at the use of the nickname.

Deena begrudgingly snatched the flashlight out of Simon’s hands and closed the car door harder than she had meant to, immediately realising so when she saw you flinch. Your angry pout turned to one of worry and regret.

“Sorry- I didn’t-,” She gestured towards the car and walked around it, towards you.

Deena took a second to realise how awfully quiet it was— there was no wind, no sound of animals, no one driving or walking by. It seemed that not even the rustling of the trees made a sound. Only her breathing and the crunching of the leaves beneath her feet were hearable as she turned around, “Shall we?” Deena smiled reassuringly towards you, making the flashlight flicker a couple of times to make sure it works.

As you descended into the forest, Simon and Kate- who had kept seated in the car, yell out of the window— “See ya in seven minutes, love birds!” “Ooh la la!”

Deena heard their voices echo through the woods and saw the light they shone upon you two from within the car— apparently they had another flashlight. Without turning around, she flipped them off. You quietly followed beside her as Deena randomly walked forward, not knowing where to go or when to stop either. Your hands were buried in the pockets of your jacket as you hugged it tightly around your torso, the cold sending chills up your spine.

Deena spoke up, not wanting there to fall an awkward silence, “So, quite the dare, huh?” She momentarily turned to you before lighting the ground again so as to not fall over something.

“Sorry for getting you involved,” You spoke and stop when Deena does the same.

“Hey, Kate did, not you. It’s fine.” She started walking again, then continued, “Besides, I wouldn’t want you to have to do this alone. I’m glad I’m with you.”

You smiled and blushed at hearing the soft tone Deena used, “I’m glad you’re here with me too.” You replied sincerely, and newfound confidence scratched the surface now that you knew Deena wouldn't be able to see your blush in the darkness.

Deena threw you a half smirk over her shoulder, her signature one that made you fall in love with her so much, “You know-” She stepped over a fallen log, stopped, and helped you step over it, “-I’m sorry if they made you uncomfortable, I could tell your head wasn’t totally in the game.” She starts, “They don’t know when to stop at times or when they’re being ridiculous. It’s just some stupid middle school game, so we can just go and sit somewhere, wait it out.” She tried to reassure you, but noticed you were deep in thought.

She was unaware that you were contemplating if this was the perfect moment to come clean. You were already scared anyway, so what could go wrong if you just ripped the bandaid off and took a dive into the deep? Deena nudged you out of your thoughts, and you were met with that same half-smirk, “Or… we could play a prank on them.”

You answered by copying her grin. Even if you were still somewhat distracted by the thoughts swarming your mind, you let out a small breathy laugh and nodded, “We should. Payback is a bitch.” You let a pause fall, the crunching of the leaves beneath your feet the only sound, “But um, actually, Deena-” You started when you finally felt you had mustered up enough confidence. Although your voice was shaky and your hands were trembling, you managed to grab her hand and guide the two of you to sit down on a log nearby.

“Everything alright?” Deena grew worried and squeezed your hand, not knowing this sweet gesture was making it more difficult for you to push through.

“I uh… I-… I think Kate was onto something when she thought up this dare.”

Deena squeezed her eyes, tilted her head and grinned playfully, as to say— you don’t say? She let you continue nonetheless.

“I believe she, um- well, maybe she could, like, sense that… well, that.. I kinda lowkey, have, like, a really big crush on… you.” You started to play with the edge of your sleeve and insecurely searched Deena’s face for a reaction.

Deena’s lips pursed together in thought as she took a moment to put it all together in her head— from her own feelings, her worries, doubts, suspicious, to this confession. She puffed her cheeks like a blowfish before blowing the air out, releasing the breath and stress she was holding. A breathy chuckle escaped her, out of relieve and self mock for never believing Kate when the girl had said you were into her. Even after all the signs had been right there, after all.

“Wow! Okay… I am... a fool!” She smiled at you, but you only seemed confused now. You felt extremely vulnerable as she took her time to come up with an answer, “-Because I’ve been seriously into you for a while now and always thought I would be better off keeping those feelings to myself.”

Your eyes widened in shock at her revelation, and you heard yourself start to stammer incoherent words. Deena grounded you by squeezing your hand again.

You mumbled, flabbergasted, “What? You’re not fucking with me?!”

“Nope, although that’s probably what Simon and Kate hope we’re up to right now.”

You playfully pushed Deena, who almost slid off the log as she laughed. She had to hold onto you for support. The flashlight rolled off her lap and landed with a soft thud on the dirt below. It flickered- once, twice- before turning off.

“Shit,” Deena mumbled under her breath now that you were engulfed in complete darkness. She quickly felt around the ground and grabbed hold of it once more, opening the battery compartment by touch and adjusting the batteries inside. She gave the flashlight a good rattle, and it eventually snapped back on as soon as she slapped it against the log, “There we go-”

She grabbed your hand again, entwining your fingers together, “-as I was saying— I like you too, genuinely, but although I wouldn’t mind spending seven minutes in heave with you someday, I think it’s better we wait and figure out how things will go from here on.”

“Yeah, I like that idea. This is all very now, I don’t want to rush into things. Let’s figure it out together, step by step, how’s that sound?”

Deena grabbed your other hand too, “Sounds perfect to me.” Her fingers trapped a lock of hair behind your ear, as you grew flustered and shy, and suddenly things clicked even more for Deena. She recognised this, as she’s seen it a dozen times before, but now, put in a different light, she realised what was going on all along. You break her chain of thought,

“Do you think the seven minutes are up? Because as much as I’d like to spend more time with you, this place is giving me the creeps.”

“We’d know if its as over,” Deena laughed and nodded to where you both came from, “Only darkness, I’d say we have a few minutes still left.”

You grew confused, “I’m pretty sure we came from that way, though?”

“Wait, wat? Really?”

“Yeah, but now I’m confused, we passed a rock and-”

Deena quickly lit the surroundings and came to find out that there is a group of rocks around them, all of the same height and all looking somewhat similar, “Well, crap..wait, what the hell?” She mumbled to herself as she felt a drop of warm liquid roll onto her upper lip. She touched it, her fingers now crimson and sticky.

“Deena, your nose!” You saw the crimson in the fading light of the flashlight.

“I’m fine, it doesn’t hurt.” Her voice was now a few octaves higher, now that she was holding her nose shut to prevent more blood from dripping down her nose.

“Let’s try to get out of here.”

But before you could go and try to figure out which way to pick, you could hear Simon and Kate using the car klaxon in an annoying tune, most definitely waking everyone who lived nearby. You followed the flickering car lights, through the thick forest fog that was starting to cloud your vision, as if they had woken it up by making all the ruckus.

“Was that seven minutes?” You wondered when you near Kate and Simon.

Kate shook her head, “Hardly, but some creepy man scared us with his dog and told us to scurry.”

Deena replied, somewhat pissed off, the blood underneath her nose now smudged away by the back of her hand, “Oh, so you have no problem sending us into a haunted forest, but when a dude scares you, we gotta move?”

Kate shrugged and inspected her nails, disinterested, “He gave me the heebie-jeebies.”

When Deena and you stepped more into the light, the crimson beneath Deena’s nose became hard to miss.

“What the hell happened to you?” Simon smirked, “What a makeout sesh that must’ve been, huh?”

Kate joined, “Did Y/N bite your nose instead of your lip? Couldn’t see in the dark?”

They snickered together.

“Har-har.” Deena playfully rolled her eyes, but squeezed your hand that she hadn't let go of since you first grabbed it, “Let’s go before I bleed to death.”

You shrugged, a ghost of a smirk on your face, “I think it makes you look hard.”

Deena looked at you, her lips pursed and eyebrows risen in a challenge. Simon and Kate didn't miss your joined hands as you two got back into the car, and they high-fived each other once you’re out of sight— mission accomplished.

As Deena revved away, you failed to miss the outlines of multiple people watching through the trees, watching the car disappear.

#deena johnson x reader #fear street x reader #fear street imagines

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self-indulgent-writer · 10 months

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sadie sink with a fem!singer reader? like she wrote a song for sadie and she sings it for her?

Sadie sink x reader

You sat at a desk with your guitar, notepad, and pencil. You were strumming chords and writing them down along with lyrics that came to your mind whenever you thought of her.

Sadie is your girlfriend for almost a year. For your one year anniversary, you wanted to write a song for her. Except now you are kinda starting to regret making that decision because you are coming at a loss for words.

You got startled out of your focus by your phone ringing. You looked up and saw that Sadie wanted to FaceTime, so you answered.

“Hey baby, what’s up” Sadie said before you could say hi.

“The sky,” you snickered as she glared at you “no I’m just joshing ya. I’m writing a song.” You smiled at her.

“Oh. I thought you just finished your album though.” Sadie quirked and eyebrow. You nodded your head, half listening to her and half writing down more words in your notebook. “Ok. Well I have to go now. They’re calling me to film. Love you”

“Love you too, babes.” You kissed the camera on your phone. When Sadie hung up, you started to strum more chords that went along perfectly to the words.

;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;:;

You were at the last concert of your tour. It was your anniversary today and you planned to sing the song now. Luckily this concert started at 9 pm, so you had the morning with Sadie and the afternoon preparing for the concert. Sadie was in the front row looking up at you.

(For the sake of the story pretend you made Stop the World I Wanna Get Off with You by Arctic Monkeys)

“Hey guys,” you were so desperately trying to catch you breath. “Uh, so we are at the end of the tour, and this is my last concert of it. So because of that I wanted to officially let you guys hear my new song that I made for my girlfriend and out one year anniversary.” The crowd cheered.

Open Sesame

(We've places to go)

We've people to see

(Let's put 'em on hold)

There's all sorts of shapes that I bet you can make

When you want to escape, say the word

Well, I know that getting you alone isn't easy to do

With the exception of you, I dislike everyone in the room

And I don't wanna lie, but I don't wanna tell you the truth

Get the sense that you're on the move

And you'll probably be leaving soon, so I'm telling you

Stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you

Eyes the colour of

(Water left in mud)

Icing sugar dust

(Crazy green flashes)

It's a funny thing that I cannot explain

Don't you know the train keeps a-rolling?

Stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you

Well, I know that getting you alone isn't easy to do

And I don't wanna lie, and I don't wanna tell you the truth

And I know we got places to go, we got people to see

Think we both oughta put 'em on hold and I know you agree, yeah

Stop the world 'cause I wanna get off with you

You finished the song and the concert ended. As people started filing out, you jumped off the stage and Sadie ran to you. She engulfed you in a strong hug and squeezed you tight.

“Thank you so much for that..” she sniffled “you didn’t have to do that for me you know.” Sadie wiped her tears of joy. You patted her head and returned the hug twice as strong.

“I love you, Sadie”

“I love you more”

#Sadie Sink x reader #Sadie #Sink #Sadie Sink #Max Mayfield x reader #Max #Mayfield #Ziggy Berman x reader #Ziggy #Berman #Ziggy Berman #Max Mayfield #stranger things x reader #fear street x reader #fluff

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h0nkch0c0late · 7 months

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Tommy Slater

The long awaited last part is here!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Five." Y/n responded simply.

"We have five." Ziggy followed.

"Skull mask,"

"Nightwing."

"Ruby."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The plan was working. They were killing each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's one." She pointed out.

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

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

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

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

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

She struggled under him, he had his axe back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But, it never came.

And suddenly, she heard cheering.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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YOUVE REACHED THE END!!! YAY!!!

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

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

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

Love you all, bye-bye <3333

@pixla I'm throwing you back into the Fandom I apologize ilysm

#x reader #imagine #fear street #angst #fear street 1666 #tommy slater #fear street 1978 #fear street x reader #tommy slater x reader

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mordredisacoolname · 30 days

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Could you do FEAR STREET characters reacting to male! Reader being a badass in front of others but soft and shy with them?

Love Your contento btw <3

Hey, sorry it took so long, I'm very busy but I try to dedicate as much time as I can to writing, hope you like it

FEAR STREET HEADCANONS - BEING BADASS WITH OTHERS BUT SOFT WITH THEM

MALE READER

Characters: Kate, Simon, Ziggy, Cindy, Nick

Sorry I ran out of inspiration for tommy and alice

CW: maybe some curse words here and there

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Kate

-what made her interested in you in the first place was your strong personality

-she loves how you always stand up for yourself and others and never let anyone walk over you

-you became friends with simon, and sometimes hang out with the rest of the group

-you became close with Deena, which was hard to do

-kate decided to find out why does her friends like you so much

-she invited you to babysit with her, which was odd, but you didn't complain

-she saw how sweet you were with the kids

-it surprised her, given how you act in public

-she decided she likes that part if you too

-when you started dating everyone saw you as a power couple

-never daring to mess with you

-when the two of you hang out alone you were always gentle with her

-wraping your hand around her when cuddling

-playing with her hand

-always complimenting her

-she liked that she was the only one who gets to see this part of you

Simon

-you were the new worker at the pharmacy

-at first he thought you were scary, having resting bitch face

-never tolerating any bullshit from costumers

-of someone made a scene you stayed unphased, answering passive aggressively so said costumers would know how you feel but won't get you fired

-her was attracted to this, to you

-one of the many shifts you worked together were obnoxiously slow

-so he decided to chat you up

-finally

-two his surprise you had a great humor, and laughed at all of his jokes

-you were soft spoken with him

-next shift you even complimented him

-you started hanging out outside of work, and one day you just kissed

-you were high, but after you sobered up you told him you still wanted to explore things with him

-you stroked his hair, or gave him a gentle kiss, and he was surprised every single time

-he felt proud, that you felt comfortable enough with him to be yourself

Ziggy

-you became best friends the second you both stepped in the camp

-she Sunnyvales were mocking you

-you opened you mouth and so many insults flew out of it

-even Ziggy was flabbergasted

-she instantly took liking to you

-the same day she approached you and asked you if you want to help her with a prank

-of course you said yes

-you were inseparable

-doing everything together

-even sheila was scared to touch you when you were together

-you were both comfortable with each other, but it took you both a little time to complete open up

-ziggy thought that if she'll show her softness you would laugh at her

-but what she didn't expect was you making soft gestures at her first

-you sat in her cabin on the floor, backs leaning on the bed

-she was still eating the pastry you stall from the kitchen, and her hair stuck to her mouth

-so you gently wiped it away and tucked it behind her ear

-she looked at you shocked, but than smiled and continued eating

-later that night you somehow ended up laying on the floor, opposite to each other

-there was a comfortable silence

-ziggy sat up, scooching closer to you

-you made eye contact for a minute

-and than she kissed you

-its was quick, and Ziggy had a questioning waiting look on her face, waiting to see how you react

-you also sat up, touching your palm to her cheek and kissing her

-you decided to keep it casual on the outside

-no body had to know what you do behind closed doors

-of course Cindy picked up the moment you stepped out of the cabin

-oh how much more trouble will be coming to the camp

Cindy

-the first time she noticed you was at breakfast

-the Sunnyvale leaders were announcing something and you boo'd them

-they insulted you, but you didn't stay silent

-you made a snarky comment

-making shadyside laugh

-not just then, but every time you had a comeback

-you didn't let yourself get bullied

-you were strong and witty

-so Cindy had a hate love opinion on you

-she admired how you were never scared

-but also thought you were reckless

-you didn't talk much, but one night you had to do chores together

-she barley spoke to you

-when a younger shadysider came in to ask something

-you were so gentle with them

-you asked them what's wrong and reassured them that's ok

-after helping them you went back to work

-after that Cindy decided she misjudged you

-when made effort to talk to you more, and even defended you sometimes

-one night someone insulted her, and you defended her, making the person look stupid and just plain mean

-she later came to your cabin, thanking you

-you offered her to come in and hang out for a bit

-despite what she thought she actually really enjoyed your time together

-you started hanging out a lot, and after two weeks you decided you were tired of waiting and just confessed to her

-she was silent, and you were afraid you overstepped

-before you had the chance to apologize she leaned forward and kissed you

-a sweet and soft kiss

-she encouraged you to be more "soft" on the outside

-but she secretly enjoys every comeback of yours

-she's proud of you for standing up for yourself and your people

-she would never admit it but it turned her on

Nick

-you were in trouble again

-arguing with his younger brother

-so he tried handling it

-"I don't need your help thank you very much"

-after he came to tell you to behave, or you'll be thrown out

-you just blankly stared at him and walked away, leaving him confused

-he thought you were emotionless

-but than he saw you playing water war with the younger kids, laughing about "losing"

-after a particularly messy dinner, caused by Sunnyvales they forced you to clean it all up by yourself

-so he came to help you

-he were an asshole sure, but he was fair

-you silently cleaned the floor

-"thanks" you said

-not ashamed to accept help this time

-"why do you always get in trouble with my brother, you know if something happens they'll believe him"

-"I can't let you win, you already think we're weak losers, I gotta stand up for myself"

-the next few days you had brief interactions

- acknowledging each other and saying hi

-while you were playing a game, Sunnyvales vs shadysiders, you caught him hiding

-"c'mon sunny boy let's get you to jail"

-he stood up from his hiding place

-you stared at each other, not moving

-you though he's going to attempt to escape but instead he just kissed you hard

-you leaned into the kiss, who slowly turned slow and soft

-he pulled away "you know, I don't think they'll notice us missing for a bit" he smiled at you

-you ended up spending the whole night together

-trying to explain in the morning that you're both just that good at hiding

-you both knew that wasn't true

-you spend almost all the time together

-hiding from others

-snicking glances and touches

-at day you pretended to hate each other, lightly insulting each other

-but at night, when you were all alone, you say together quietly talking

-you were the first person nick could open up to, and he was yours

-you became each other's comfort

-he decided he can never lose you, and he'll do anything to keep you with him

#male reader #male reader insert #x male reader #headcanons #fear street #kate Schmidt x reader #simon kalivoda x reader #ziggy berman x reader #cindy burman x reader #nick goode x reader #fear street x reader

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somewosoloverrr · 2 years

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heyyyy could you do a ziggy x fem!reader having their first time moments before everything goes to shit? (in place of the ziggy & nick scene)

Yess here it is, I love this idea, thank you for requesting ❤️ I’m making the r nicks sister btw

Fuck it

Fuck it pt2

Ziggy Berman x fem!r goode

Tw: blood, murder, heavy making out, a bit of homophobia?

You and Ziggy were both gasping for air, as you ran while laughing at the prank you had just pulled on Sheila.

Once you were back in the science and nature cabin you chuckled as you remembered at how Sheila screamed “Did you hear her?”

“She sounded like a frog” Ziggy replied as she proceeded to mock Sheila.

You laughed at this and confidently said “What did I tell you?”

“Fuck paint” Ziggy replied as she looked at you, “Yeah, fuck paint” you immediately agreed.

She chuckled at your response as both of you stared into each others eyes, “Who are you?” she asked confused about the prank you did even tough you were a counsellor and a Goode.

You smiled at her and pulled your hand out “Y/n Goode, nice to meet you”, Ziggy shook your hand back. As you stopped shaking hands you immediately missed the warmth, over time you developed the biggest crush on the red head.

Soon enough both of you were playing twenty-one question, in order to get to know each other better.

“Okay, next question. Mmm- What about you and Cindy, you guys get along?” you asked curiously as you had seen the sisters arguing multiple times.

Hearing your question the girl scoffed “I thought these were supposed to be easy questions.”

“Well, technically we can ask anything..” you trailed off

“God I hate snakes” Ziggy mumbled trying to change the subject as she crouched down to look at a container with a snake in it.

“Why are you ignoring my question?” you boldly asked

Ziggy stood up right while furrowing her eyebrows in annoyance “Why do you care?” she shot back

“I’m just... curios” you simply replied.

“I’ve hated her since I was a baby. Next” the girl quickly answered, not wanting to open up.

“Come on...” you complained.

“Why are you so full of shit?” the girl fumed

“I- what?” you asked a bit confused and offended.

“Y/n Goode, heir apparent along with her brother. Daddy was the police chief, the king of Sunnyvale, and know you and your brother are gonna be the same...” the girl trailed of as she started walking slowly around the cabin.

“Except it’s all make believe for you. The truth is you like Stephen king and spider and last of all ... the weird girl from Shadyside” Ziggy finished as she smirked at the last part.

“Well, firstly Stephen King is super duper popular. And second I can’t like the weird girl.” you shot back, and said the last part even if you really liked the girl.

“Why not?” Ziggy questioned curiously.

“Cause I’m a counsellor and she’s a camper..” you trailed off

“Last year for me. First year for you.” the red head justified as you shook your head at her persistence.

“Furthermore, two girls liking each other in the seventies...” you added knowing how homophobic everyone was nowadays.

The red head stayed silent knowing that what you were saying was true and tension quickly rose up in the room until you quickly broke it “Plus how will I ever get to know her if she keeps avoiding my questions?” you finished as you walked backwards and sat down.

Ziggy crossed her arms and sat beside you, you turned your head to look at her “There was a time where things were good between us. When my dad was around and my mom was happy, and my sister and me, we would umm...” the red head smiled at the memory as you looked at her completely mesmerized.

“- we’d throw toilet paper on Mr.Corkle’s tree, and then go jump in the lake in all our clothes and... Now” the girl frowned “Now it’s just gone and everything’s shit. Thats what happens when you live in Shadyside. Everything turns to shit eventually.” Ziggy held a sad smile in place as she sarcastically added to lighten the mood “But I wouldn’t expect a Sunnyvaler to understand.”

“Maybe you’re right” you agreed. “But being the heir apparent as a girl isn’t easy either.. Before he died, my dad loaded me and Nick up with all this ‘you’re my legacy’ bullshit.” you paused “He just kinda dropped this huge thing on our laps and expected me to be perfect, without even asking what I wanted to do. I mean maybe that’s not what I wanna do” you stated as you looked up to meet Ziggy’s eyes.

“Maybe I wanna like Stephen King and spiders and--”

“the weird girl from Shadyside?” Ziggy finished

You finally got rid of all of your nerves, moving your hand towards Ziggy’s arm and replied “yeah, the weird girl from Shadyside”

“But uh, I guess theres nothing I can do about it.” you stated

“Why not?” Ziggy whispered as she was close to your face, you were truly tempted but you knew better than that. You couldn’t bring yourself to do it so you stood up while saying “You were right, we should go back to the easy questions.”

The red-head sighed as she stood up “Ok”, she then stood right in front of you “umm, so y/n... would you ever kiss the weird girl?”

Then silence filled the room, your eyes drifting from her blue ones to her pink lips as she did the same. You liked this girl for so long and couldn’t hold back as she started leaning in Fuck it.

And just like that your lips met and you felt her left hand on your cheek pulling you in for more, as you put your arms around her neck.

The kiss started passionate and slow, and both of you pulled away for a second to regain your breaths and then you were back at it. This time it was more rough, and suddenly the room started feeling really hot.

Ziggy started pushing you backwards to were you where seated before, meanwhile you started kissing her neck as she moved her head back to give you more access.

As your back layed on the bench you where previously sat on Ziggy got on top of you, both still kissing each other as you slowly started grabbing the hem of her shirt stopping the kiss to ask for permission “can I?”

Ziggy quickly nodded resuming the kiss as you took of her top, however you quickly stopped as you heard a scream.

You and Ziggy looked at each other confused as you helped her get her top back on. Then both of you sprinted to the door wanting to find out what the hell was happening.

a/n

Should I do a part 2 of the rest of the movie??

Anyways thanks for reading <33

#ziggy berman x reader #ziggy berman #cindy berman x reader #cindy berman #fear street #fear street x reader #ziggy berman imagine #sadie sink imagine #sadie sink #sadie sink x reader #fear street 1978 #fear #nick goode #max mayfield #max mayfield x reader

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starry-moonshine · 2 years

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HI CAN YOU DO A ZIGGY BERMAN OR MAX MAYFIELD X FEMALE READER SMUT THANK U

[Hello, love! Here it is. Hope you enjoy! And I will start writing Max Mayfield scenarios soon.]

I'm On Fire - Ziggy Berman

Pairing: Ziggy Berman x Fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT, minors DNI, oral, fingering, shower sex

Word Count: 1,012

Summary: After Ziggy caught you pleasuring yourself, she comes in to help you.

Stepping into the warm water made you shiver, but the warmth made you feel better considering that it was a chilly night in Camp Nightwing. As the water pours over your body, you slowly move your hand down, lightly rubbing your lower stomach and inner thighs making you feel tingly.

You begin to slowly rub circles on your clit, the circular motion makes you tighten a little more. A soft moan escapes your lips not noticing the feminine figure outside of the bathroom cabin. You then move to insert your two fingers inside you, pumping in and out of your wet self.

Ziggy walks in to surprise you with a little date she came up with, going into the woods to eat and make out like every other night at Camp Nightwing. There was no way you both would do that outside She knew you were in the cabin showers getting ready to step into the shower but wasn't expecting to actually see you naked. You and Ziggy haven't decided on wanting to have sex, so the two acted on waiting until it was the right moment --and that moment never came. You always got interrupted by either Alice and Cindy or other campers.

Your moans turned her on as she walks into the bathroom and removing her clothes, only in her panties and bra. You hear shuffling and grasp the curtain pulling it to the side just enough to look out, seeing Ziggy startles you as you relax soon after.

"May I join you?" She asks, smirking.

"Yeah,"

Ziggy strips from her bra and panties, stepping in and sliding the curtain closed behind her as the warm water pours over her nude body. She brings you into a kiss, staying there for a few seconds before pulling away from each other.

"I'm on fire," She whispers.

The kisses between you intensifies as she grabs your hands and holds them above your head, leading her lips down to your chin then towards your neck. Kissing and lightly sucking on the sensitive spot. You lean your head back in pleasure, feeling your knees get weaker as her knee rubs against you causing you to become even more sensitive on your clitoris.

The rest got messy as Ziggy moves and kisses your chest before using her tongue and flicking your nipples, soon sucking on one as she gropes the other. You moan out, leaning against the wall of the shower, resting your hands on the walls trying to have a grip on something nearby. "Zig--"

You didn't notice but feel the water turn off, she pulls you out of the shower and you both pile on top of each other on your scattered clothes bringing Ziggy's clothes over as well. You lay down as your girlfriend helps spread your legs, lightly sucking and licking your clit. Moaning, you have a difficult time muttering any words due to the great pleasure as you feel Ziggy insert her two fingers, middle and ring finger, inside you. Her other hand resting above your cunt.

You feel yourself getting closer as the knot in your gut slowly loosens, soon you come on Ziggy's fingers-- riding your high as your breath studders. Your hips twitching as Ziggy pulls out her fingers from your entrance.

"Holy shit, Zig. That was fucking a-amazing."

"My turn," She smirks.

You get up, hair soaking not only your clothes but the wooden floor as well. You kiss her lips before leading the trail of kisses down to her clit, lightly licking it as you flick your tongue before moving away as you let her crawl over swinging her leg over you as she sits on your face as you continue to suck and lick her before holding her hips down on you so you can go deeper in Ziggy with your tongue. You feel her hips bucking back and forth, knowing that she's gonna orgasm soon.

As she continues to ride your face, the knot in Ziggy's abdomen loosens fairly quickly. She comes on your face as you continue to eat her out. Ziggy's moans are louder this time, her face turning a bright shade of red, she scrunches her nose as she overcomes her high, riding it out as her quick breathing slows, swinging her leg over you and sits on her knees and stares into your eyes.

You two are out of breath, but decide to continue as the thought of riding one another became a prominent thought. You grab Ziggy's left leg, swinging it over your hips and push on her right to tell her to straighten it out. You positioned yourself over her and slowly started grinding on her. Ziggy gains friction as you do the same, your clits passing along each other. You started moving your hips back and fourth harder and faster. The room was filled with moans and pants.

Ziggy admired you, seeing how beautiful you are on top of her. Ziggy's hair was sprawled out on the floor and her soft moans were pretty. "You look so pretty on top of me." She says, groping your breast and rubbing your nipple with her thumb, making you whimper.

You both were getting close to the end as Ziggy started bucking her hips matching her pace with yours as she came. You felt each other throbbing and you shut your eyes tightly as you ride out your high once again. Your eyes opened, looking Ziggy in her eyes as she smashes her lips against yours, kissing you hard and untangle your legs. You both sit there out of breath before scurrying over and grabbing the two towels nearby and wrapping them around yourselves, soon grabbing your clothes and sliding them on as she does the same. Ziggy put extra clothes in the bathroom prior because she was gonna shower that day but got distracted by you.

You and Ziggy leave the shower cabin and head out, seeing that it is now later in the morning as you both go on about your day doing what you normally do.

#ziggyxfemreader #fear street trilogy #fear street x reader #fear street #fearstreet1978 #fear street part 2: 1978 #cindy berman x reader #lesbian #horror x reader #wlw #fear street part one: 1994 #ziggy fear street #ziggy berman #sadiesink #sadie sink x reader #fearstreetsmut #fear street 1978

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calliesadeckis · 6 months

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Can I get Tommy slater x fem!reader hcs, please? Sunnyvale reader preferably but whatever you come up with is fine ❤

ofc darling, no problem!!!

growing up in sunnyvale and having the priveldge to grow up in a nice house, getting everything you could desire felt nice

life was pretty much easy for you in sunnyvale

you were taught to hate shadysider's and well... you didn't really get the hatred, why your family and your classmates hated them so much

you didn't know how they lived til you visited there once, to see what was so bad about shadyside

and you were shocked to see how poorly they lived and you realized you were priveldged when it came from being apart of a wealthy family on the nice side of town

you met the resident golden boy of shadyside who keeps a smile on his face even through hard times, tommy slater

he was sweet and kind and caring and didn't hate you, even though all sunnyvaler's were known to be assholes, but you weren't like them

which was why none of them wanted to hang around you, not that you cared

you came around shadyside on the weekends to meet up with tommy, you both got along well for two people that lived on opposite sides

then one day, he kissed you and you obviously didn't pull away like have you seen him? but he also asked consent first because he's a gentleman <3

and you snuck around more and more til your parents realized you sneak out to go over to see tommy in shadyside, and oh boy, they were not happy

and like it was romeo and juliet, they forbade you from seeing him. though that really didn't stop you

especially when it came around to summertime and you were attended camp nightwing

it was harder to sneak around because anyone could catch either of you fooling around, but you were smart enough to make an arrangement for the next couple of weeks

sometimes it be in the bathroom, sometimes it be in the woods, or in the mess hall where or when no one is around

you did get caught by nurse lane one time but she promised to keep it a secret and you loved her for it

by time both of you had graduated, you made sure that you'd get tommy out of shadyside, especially when hearing about the curse of sarah fier, though you were cautious about the tale because anyone can make up rumors and stories about anything

and were also gonna pretend tommy didn't get possessed because i said so <333 (nick goode, when i find you 😡)

#fear street #fear street x reader #tommy slater x reader #tommy slater imagine #fear street imagine #tommy slater x you #tommy slater x y/n #jaiden writes things #anon #headcanons

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bloatedandalone04 · 2 years

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➪the one where nick loves how small you are compared to him.

This was a request; A Nick Goode x Short reader (let me know if this is what you wanted, anon <3 much love. I’m super sorry if you don’t like the setting I added in x). Think of Nate and Maddy’s height difference. Gif has nothing to do with the imagine, he’s just fine af.

WARNINGS: smut, size kink, short reader, fingering, over simulation, unprotected sex, choking kink, possessive nick, established relationship, man handling (consensual), nick just straight up being obsessed with a short girl, shadyside reader (not really important, though), angst (if you squint), public harassment (that nick straightens up hella quick), jealous nick, slight innocence kink

Word Count: 4.7k

You were a short girl, you always had been. It’s not something you could just fix with plastic surgery (not that you had the money for that, anyway). Your legs were noticeably shorter than most girls your age, your torso was average and your overall height was a whopping 4’9. It made forming relationships extremely difficult. It seemed as if no one wanted a much shorter than short girlfriend.

Well, except Nick.

Nick was your boyfriend and had been for the past nine months. You felt as if you were the luckiest girl in the world when you met him. Not only was he really into you as a person, but he also didn’t have a fraction of a problem with your size. In fact, you’d go as far as to say he was overly proud at the fact that you were so little in comparison to him and he could pretty much do whatever he wanted to with you.

You stood in the lobby, waiting for Nick to return from his quick meeting with his superior. With nothing else to do, you picked at your nails, the clear coat you painted on a few days ago chipping at your touch. You weren’t paying attention to your surroundings in the slightest, so when you heard the sound of a low whistle, you ignored it and continued to pick off the clear polish.

“Look what we have here,” you heard someone say from behind you and your ears perk up at that. With a glance to your left, you see two men standing a few feet away from you. “You’re quite a small one, aren’t you?”

At that, you drop your hand to your side and squint your eyes at them. “I’d love to see the guy who takes you home,” the other one said, biting his lip in a way that had you visibly cringing. “I’d love to be the guy who takes you home.”

Yuck. These guys were going to be police officers soon? This town really was fucked.

The bolder one steps closer to you, swiping his tongue across his lower lip. “What’s your name, doll?”

You looked up at him. He was average in height, much taller than you but also much shorter than Nick. You gave him a big, but extremely fake, smile. “Why the hell would I tell you my name?”

“Ooh, you’re a feisty one, aren’t you, little one?” You scoffed at the unwanted nickname, stepping away from the guy. “I like it. I could use a girl like you in my life, in more than one way, if you see what I’m getting at here.”

“You don’t know me,” you mutter and turn away from him. You were too busy dealing with the unwanted attention to notice or hear the ding from the elevator, signaling its arrival to the main floor.

“But I could get to know you, we both could,” he gestures over to his friend, who was equally as pervy as the one standing in front of you. “What do you say?”

He reached out to grab your arm, but before he could, another hand gripped his wrist when it was inches away from touching you. “I’d say you better keep your hands off of her if you want to still have them,” you hear the unmistakable voice of your boyfriend and you let out a sigh of relief at the sight of him. Nick notices your discomfort and gently grabs your waist, pulling you into his side and away from the guy.

Nick was considerably taller than both men, but that didn’t seem to stop the bold one from stepping closer to the two of you. “And who are you, exactly?” The guy stepped even closer, his face now inches from Nick’s. Granted, he had to stare up at Nick, but he didn’t show any sign of feeling inferior to him.

He probably should have.

Nick pushed you behind him, tilting his head up slightly as he looked at your harasser. “I’m her boyfriend,” he said, watching as the man rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to say something but Nick beat him to it. “The name’s Nick Goode. Maybe you’ve heard of me?”

At the mention of his name, the guy’s smirk and smug look vanished and were replaced with panic and fear. “Nick Goode?” He asked, stepping away from him. You had to peek around Nick’s body to be able to see what was happening. You couldn’t stand on your tippy toes and peer over his shoulder as you reached way below that. “As in, Sheriff Goode’s son, Nick Goode?”

Nick just raised his brows, a deadly look in his eyes. That was enough of an answer as it had the man backing away, his hands up in defense. “My bad, dude,” he said and you pressed your face against Nick’s bicep, wrapping your arms around his left one. You watched with a small smile on your lips as the two men backed away. “Really, had I known she was your girl, I wouldn’t have even looked at her.”

He really wasn’t making things better. Nick glared at the men, hatred burning in his eyes. These were the guys that would back him up when carrying on his fathers legacy? “If you think that either of you will ever become part of the police force after this, you’ve got to be the dumbest people to ever walk in here,”

“Wait, what? No, man, you’ve got it all wrong,” one of them tried to defend themselves. “We didn’t know she had a boyfriend! You can’t ruin all we’ve worked for just because of harmless flirting, that’s not fair!”

Nick grabbed your small hand in his much bigger one. “You should’ve thought more about that before even deciding to look at her,” he said and tugged you along as he headed towards the exit.

You had to nearly jog to keep up with Nick’s long strides. His grip on your hand was tight and it was clear that what just happened pissed him off to no end. Nick had always been extremely protective of you and seeing another man trying to touch you must have set him off.

Once you got to his car, he opened the door for you, glancing back at the doors of the building. The doors were all glass, so he could clearly see the two men arguing from the spot Nick left them in.

He shut the car door once you were seated and you barely had your seatbelt on before he got in and turned the key, pulling away from the parking spot at the front of the building. You sat quietly, listening to Nick’s heavy breathing. His grip on the steering wheel was tight, making his already pale knuckles even more light in color.

“Are you okay?” You asked after a while of silence.

Nick looked over at you for a second before shaking his head. “I shouldn’t have left you there alone, I’m sorry,”

“It’s okay,” you reach over and grab his right hand, holding it between your fingers. “Really, nothing really happened. You stopped it before it got that far.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered. “That asshole thought he could touch you right in front of me. Harass you right in front of me. I should go back and knock their teeth in for talking to you like that. I hate that they even thought they had a chance with you.”

You squeezed his hand, which probably only felt like a small pinch to him, before placing his hand on your thigh. The size comparison between you two was furthermore proven when his hand covered a good portion of your thigh, and he tightened the grip he had on your skin as he locked his jaw.

“Those boys wouldn’t have a chance with me even if they were the last remaining people on this planet,” you assure him, your hold on his wrist firm as you slowly slid his hand further up your thigh. Nick visibly tensed but kept a straight face, his eyes forward as he unknowingly began driving a bit faster. “Besides, why would I want them when I have my bigger, and much hotter boyfriend?”

The drive couldn’t have gone by slower. Nick felt as if time was moving in slow motion as he drove the familiar route back to his apartment in Sunnyvale.

Nick wasn’t usually the jealous type, possessive, sure, but not overly jealous. It was events like what happened with the two guys back there that had that jealousy brought out of him. You were so small and it made people think they could walk all over you and treat you like you were different without any consequences. Nick had proven that wrong on more than one occasion since you got together.

He’d be lying if he said your size wasn’t what attracted him to you in the first place. You looked so small when standing next to him and he could only imagine how small you’d look under him. But, he didn’t let his fantasies get in the way of getting to know you as a person. What came after that was just a bonus.

Still, the fact that people still think they have a chance with you when he made you his in every way possible had his blood boiling.

When he finally arrived home, his grip on you was tight and Nick had to be careful in making sure he didn’t break your hand. You were once again trying to keep up with his fast pace, your arm feeling like it was about to pop out of its socket with how far ahead Nick was.

He unlocked his door and tugged you inside. You stood in the middle of his living room while he brought his hands up to tug at his hair. He was extremely annoyed, clearly, and you didn’t want to piss him off even more so you stayed still. Nick ran his hands down his face and looked over at you.

You, in all honesty, looked like an angel. You stood there, a small white dress framing your figure beautifully, an innocent look on your face. Nick watched as you played with your fingers, waiting for him to do whatever was currently running through his mind.

Nick reached you in two strides, his hands grabbing either side of your face. His lips pressed to yours with a force that had you feeling light headed for a second. Once you registered his lips on yours, you kissed back with just as much need, your hands sliding up to grip his jaw.

He pressed into you, making you step back, nearly tripping over the coffee table. His hands moved to your waist, steadying you as his lips travelled to your neck. He sucked a dark purple mark there, his tongue swiping over it to soothe the sting.

Nick pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, the pair of you letting out heavy breaths. You looked up at him, ignoring the small sting of pain from having to crane your neck, a knowing smile on your lips. He pulled away and took your hand once again, leading you to his bedroom.

As soon as the door closed behind you, Nick pushed you onto his bed with little to no effort. You fell forward, your hands reaching out to catch yourself as you hit the softness of his bed. You turned around and leaned up on your elbows, watching as he slid his black jacket off, tossing it onto the chair that sat in the far corner of the room.

It was almost comical how much you turned Nick on and fed into his deepest fantasies. You, laying on his bed, your dress having slipped up to reveal all areas of your thighs and legs to him, all while looking like something straight out of heaven.

Nick fell on top of you, his forearms catching his body before he completely crushed you. He kept his lower half pressed against yours, his left thigh coming up to slip between yours, the top of his knee pressing against your thinly covered heat. Your mouth opened to let out a breathless moan, your eyes closing and head falling back against the pillow. Nick kept his weight on his right forearm, his left hand trailing down your body. It starts by sliding down the area between your breasts then down your stomach before finally sliding under the thin material of your flimsy dress.

He presses his mouth to yours once he slips his hand under the fabric of your underwear, his finger immediately finding your bundle of nerves. His thumb presses against it, rubbing circles on it as your mouth breaks away from his to release a string of moans. Your hands tug on his shirt and hair, needing something to hold onto as he teased you.

Nick moves to suck on your neck again, giving you another mark as his middle finger slips past your folds after gathering your wetness with it. Your hand tugs at his hair harder, biting down on your lower lip to quiet your moans. You were still somewhat shy when it came to sex, despite Nick telling you over and over again that he loves the sounds you make for him, craves it, even.

As he slips his pointer finger past your folds, his lips press against yours, his teeth tugging at your bottom lip to allow your moans to freely leave your mouth. His fingers moved in and out of you at a slow pace and it had your legs shaking with want.

“Those fuckers thought they could have you like this,” Nick muttered against your lips. He pumped his fingers faster, feeling the wetness begin to coat them completely. “Thought they could touch what belongs to me, what I’ve tainted as my own.”

You moaned at both the feeling of his fingers and his words, the jealousy dripping from them making your heart skip a beat. “Fuck, Nick,” you whimpered, reaching down to grip his wrist, your hand moving with his.

“If only they could see you now,” he growled, moving his head so he could suck on your collar bone. He slid his fingers in as deep as they could go and kept them there, feeling your tight walls clench around him. Your breath got caught in your throat, your moans coming out broken and strained. “If only they saw how good you are for me.”

Nick went back to his attack on your chest, his mouth marking everywhere it could as his fingers resumed their movements. “Don’t stop,” you cried out, your hands moving up to his face, gripping the sides of it as if your life depended on it. “Please.”

Nick didn’t dare as he watched your face scrunch up in pleasure, your hand moving up to tug on his hair again. You felt the burning sensation spread all over your body, your stomach twisting as that familiar feeling crept up on you.

Nick watched you unravel before him, a proud smirk on his lips as he pumps his fingers even faster, feeling your juices seep out and onto the palm of his hand. “You’re close, aren’t you?” He asks, knowing the answer but wanting to hear you say it.

“Fuck, yes,” you rasped out. “I’m close.”

Nick leaned down to run his tongue along the length of your neck, licking a stripe as he feels your walls hug his fingers even tighter. With his thumb pressing firmly against your clit, you allow the knot to snap completely, your juices dripping onto his fingers as you reach your high. Your back arches, your chest pressing to Nick’s as moans flee from your mouth.

He continued to fuck his fingers into you, riding out your climax for as long as possible, only stopping when your legs began to shake uncontrollably. He slipped his fingers out of you with ease, bringing the digits up to his mouth to suck on them, savoring the taste that was you. You watched with hooded eyes as he sucked off every drop of your release and moved to sit back on his knees.

He grabbed your small hand and placed it over his jean covered crotch. “Do you think you can take one more?” He asked, removing his fingers from his mouth.

You nodded and sat up on your knees, your head barely meeting his chest. You gripped his shirt in your hands, tugging the white material up until it was over his head and discarded on the floor next to the bed. Nick placed his hands on either side of your face, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You kissed him back while fumbling with the button and zipper of his jeans. His hands fell to your waist, scrunching up your dress so it pooled at your waist for a second before taking it off you completely.

He pulled away and groaned at the sight of your white bra that matched your underwear. As you finally managed to unzip his pants, he slid one of the straps off your shoulders, leaning down even further to lock his lips around your nipple when it became exposed to him. Your left hand tugged at his hair while your other one palmed him through his black boxers. You kicked off your ankle boots while Nick slid off his converse, the shoes hitting the hardwood with a thud.

He pushed you back down onto the pillow, his hand reaching around you to unclasp your bra, throwing it to the side. You did your best to push his jeans down his legs, but your arms could only reach so far in this position. So, instead, you slid your underwear down your legs while Nick kicked off his jeans and boxers.

He hovered over you again, his body against yours and his waist tucked between your thighs. He kissed you, one of his hands moving down to grip his length and line himself up with your entrance. He pulled away from your lips as he slipped in you, your previous orgasm making it extremely easy.

Instantly he filled you, stretching your walls around him in a way that had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull. Your hands grabbed his shoulders, your nails digging into his soft skin.

You were still so tight even after the many times you and Nick have done this and he felt as if you were made to fit him exactly. You were crafted to be able to take him and only him like this, and he made sure that he ruined you for any other guy. Not that he’d allow another guy to have you this way. You were his.

Nick’s body covered yours completely. If anyone were to walk in and see him, they wouldn’t be able to see you at all. Not that anyone would walk in, anyway, as he lived alone. Hopefully, though, he’d have you living here with him soon.

He pulled out almost entirely before slipping into you, pulling a moan from your parted lips. “I can feel you,” you whimpered, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on your lower stomach. “Right here.”

Nick watched as you pushed his hand down, the outline of him inside you visible as he pressed up against you from the inside. “Fuck,” he muttered, watching the outline fade as he pulled halfway out, only to see it again as he rocked back into you. He groaned out, fucking into you at a steady rhythm.

Your hand returned to his shoulder, gripping it so hard that your knuckles began to turn white. Nick lowered himself onto you, covering your entire upper body with his. One of his hands pressed flat against the comforter beside your head, keeping him steady, while his other moved to grip your waist.

You looked so small under him and the sight pulled a deep moan from him, his hips rocking against yours with a force that you knew would leave bruises tomorrow.

Nick’s mind went back to the first time he had you like this. You were so shy back then, your cheeks tinted red in a never ending blush. He remembered the nervous expression on your face when you first saw him completely naked, worried that he wouldn’t even be able to fit. Nick was worried, too, but more so at the fact that he might actually break you.

Obviously, that wasn’t the case, but the memory of taking you for the first time had his mind go into a frenzy.

He pulled away and leaned back on his knees, his hand sliding down your body to tightly grip your waist. “Fuck yourself on me,” he muttered, his voice sounding strained. He was usually so good at keeping control of situations, but that ability goes out the window every time he gets to see you like this.

He watched as your hips pushed down to impale yourself further on him, desperately trying to bring back the friction he created. It was useless as you could only move so much from your position. Still, you fucked yourself on him as best you could, your fingers brushing against his abdomen every time you sunk back on him. Nick pushed your hips down so you were once again flat against the mattress, rocking into you while staying on his knees.

You were louder and more whiny than usual, but that was all thanks to Nick and his fingers. You were overstimulated but craved the feeling that came with him being inside you, connecting with you completely and making you feel whole. Like every other part of him, he was big. It never failed to surprise you that he even fit all the way and you were beginning to believe that he had molded you so that you could only ever take all of him.

Keeping one hand on your hip, he reached the other one up to wrap around your throat. It wasn’t tight, but it was firm enough to block your airways slightly, a feeling you didn’t know you loved until a few months ago when Nick decided to try something different. Not only did it drive you wild, but it drove Nick insane to see how his whole hand could barely fit around your neck. His thumb had to press against your jaw so that his hand could effectively wrap around you.

You looked so easy to break, too fragile to be handled with such force, but you loved every second of it. You were, without a doubt, the most perfect girl Nick had ever met. And you were all his.

He grabbed your upper back, tugging you upwards so you were straddling him. Nick still remained in control, lifting your body up and down on his, guiding your movements as he fucked up into you.

You fall forward, your head resting on his chest, bumping into it with every thrust of his hips. You clung onto him, your hands reaching up to hold onto his shoulders. Broken moans spewed from your lips, your nails digging into his skin when he gave a particularly hard thrust that had the tip of him hitting that one spot inside you that made you see stars.

“Look at you,” Nick nearly cooed, bringing one of his hands up to grip the side of your face, making you crane your neck to look up at him. “Doing so good for me, taking me so well. I wish those scumbags could see you now, see how good you look while being fucked by me.”

“I love you,” you cried out, strands of hair falling onto your face. Nick pushed them back, squeezing one side of your face to keep you looking up at him. “No one else can have me like this. I’m yours, all yours. Fuck, only you can fuck me, only you can get me off.”

Your words were dirty and not something you’d ever say outside the bedroom. Your strained voice and claims had him dangerously close to reaching his high, something he refused to allow happen until he made you reach yours. He dropped your body back on the bed, his own body falling back on top of yours. He hooks one of your legs around his waist, rocking his hips into yours even faster than before.

He was starting to become exhausted, but the need to see you come again overpowered that feeling. A thin layer of sweat lined his forehead and the back of his neck, heavy breaths and groans leaving his parted lips. He leaned down to kiss you again, feeling your nails beginning to leave marks on his shoulders. It was a telltale sign that you were close again and he kept one hand next to your head while his other trails down to press firmly against your clit.

It quickly became too much and you broke away from the kiss, moaning loudly into his shoulder as you climax once again, your walls clenching around him impossibly tight. Nick dropped his head onto your shoulder, continuing to thrust into you, using your body to get himself off.

The added feeling of your release had him squeezing his eyes shut as he felt his own high crash down on him. You whimpered, feeling extremely overstimulated and held onto this biceps tightly, letting him fuck his warmth into you. A few more seconds pass before he stills completely, keeping his head tucked away on your shoulder, his face pressed against the side of your neck.

He wraps his arms around your waist and rolls onto his side, making your body lay half on top of his and half on the bed. He presses a final kiss to your neck and slips out of you, your legs shaking at the feeling.

You lay in silence for a few minutes, drawing random shapes onto Nick’s chest while he regains control of his breathing. He leans his head down to press a kiss to your lips, slow and intimate, his hand coming up to fix your messy hair. “I’m sorry about what those guys said to you,” he mumbled. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

You shook your head, moving up so you were eye level with him, pressing your hand to his chest firmly. “It’s not your fault. They were just pervy assholes,” you murmur, leaning down to brush your lips against his. “Who got put in their place really quick, thanks to you. That was hot, by the way.”

Nick rolled his eyes, pressing a quick kiss to your lips before gently moving away from you. He stood up, gathering the discarded clothing the two of you tossed around his room. He threw them into a pile in the corner of his room, outside the bathroom door, before walking back over to you, extending his hand out. “Come on,” he said, pulling you up once you placed your hand in his. “We’re going to shower and then I’m taking you out to dinner.”

“Ooh,” you say, letting him tug you off the bed. “What's the occasion?-” As soon as your feet touched the floor, your legs gave out and you fell into Nick. He caught you, holding you up by your waist.

He laughed down at you, your face beginning to tint red, embarrassed at how wobbly your legs were. “No occasion,” he replied, wrapping your arm around his neck while he places his arm under the backs of your thighs, picking you up easily. “I just want to see the stares you get when you stumble into everything on the way to our table, thanks to me.”

“I hate you,” you muttered and he laughed again, walking into the bathroom with you in his arms.

“That’s not what you said a few minutes ago,” he pointed out, setting you down so you could sit on the edge of the bathtub. “In fact, I’m pretty sure you said you loved me.”

It was your turn to roll your eyes while he turned the shower on. “You’re hearing things,”

Nick shook his head and picked you up again as if you weighed absolutely nothing. “Yeah, I’m sure I am,” he said, steadying you once your feet hit the tiled floor of the shower. “I love you, too.”

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