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https-maxine-stuff · 1 year

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“The brightest star on the darkest night.”

Six.

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Tw: blood and injuries

July 19th, 1978

Dear Diary, today seems different. Odd even, its a lot colder today I have this white dress I could wear it's kinda warm. But something feels off, I have no idea why but it just does.

I kissed Nick yesterday! I'm so happy, plus todays the color war so that's pretty fun. I have to help organize the Shadysider's part of the event so that'll be cool, I think we are blue! Which is one of the best colors to have so suck on that Sunnyvale!╭∩╮

Super stoked for today.

- yours truly, Maxine.

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Max hopped off the bed, Joan stirring in the bed across the room "too early." She whined.

"Joan," she looked at her watch "it's actually like nine a.m,, so not that early." She smiled.

"Still too early, I get the earth woke you up early but I didn't wake me up early today..for once,, actually that's pretty dang in your face about it, earth!" The hippie sat up a bit upset.

"You tell the earth that!" She gave her a thumbs up as she got ready, slipping on the white dress well not entirely white, it was off-white due to its age and how well loved it was, her beat up converse came next.

Taking a tan cardigan she put it on and left the cabin with a smile, she was gonna start this day off right.

Ziggy got in trouble, shocker right?

"She BURNED you?" Max gasped.

"Yeah! That bitch."

"I'll teach her something," the brunette began to lift her sleeve up, ready for a fight.

"You just turned eighteen earlier this year, you can't get into a fight you'll get arrested and charged with child endangerment." The ginger stated.

"I hate when you're right." Max sat back down.

"Yeah I know," she looked at the burn a little closer. "Shelia is a really bitch."

"I know,,"

"Go to nurse Lane and get that patched up, please?"

"Your boyfriend already told me to, considering he's the one who helped get me NOT kicked out."

"Oh that's hot of him."

"..ew." Ziggy scowled in disgust.

"What? I can't say that but you can say that about Robert Hooks?"

"Obviously have you seen Robert Hooks?"

"I have, not my cup of tea."

"White mans whore." The girl gasped and hit Ziggy arm.

"Hey! You also like Roger Taylor!"

"I do, he's a pimp."

"Oh god you are infuriating." She laughed.

"Always," she winked standing up. "Now I'm off to see our lovely Nurse Lane,"

"Don't get into a brawl."

"No promises!" She exited the room.

Max laughed to herself for a moment, Ziggy Berman was going to be the death of her.

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"Nurse Lane did what?" She stared at Nick.

"She attacked Tommy out of no where, she's being brought to the hospital... that dress is.." he was staring, she snapped her fingers together.

"Hey! Focus, Dork." He looked back up at her and nodded.

"Sorry,, you just look so angelic.."

"Aw that's sweet,, I hope nurse Lane is alright though," she frowned.

"Same, she's a really nice lady.." he held Max's hand. "Can I get a kiss?"

"Oh my god," she laughed pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"On the lips please?" He had a pleading look.

"You really are yanking my chain here." She giggled pressing a kiss to his lips.

"The only chain you have is the one your cross sits on."

"Very true," she touched the golden necklace on her neck. "Jesus is watching you." She joked.

"My not very religious, girl-friend."

"Oh indeed," she smiled.

"You excited about the color war?"

"Uh yeah we are kicking your Sunnyvale ass, Goode." She flicked his nose.

"That's what you think, missy." He winked stepping back.

"Uh huh, sure." She laughed turning away from him. "You can kiss my Shadysider butt later when we win."

"Oh I hope you win then." He smiled "now I am off to go be the best counselor ever."

"I'm the favorite here, Nicky boy."

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"You sure you got it, Jeremy?" The boy nodded his head happily, Tommy seemed out of it.

"I'm good,"

"Alright then head out you little fiends! Get your butts to winning!!" She smiled brightly watching them scatter, her eyes drifted towards the older teen. "You okay?"

"..huh? Oh yeah I'm okay just... a little foggy." Max placed a cool hand to his very warm skin.

"You are burning up, you should really lay down, Tommy."

"No- no,, it's nothing I'll be okay."

"I will call, Cindy over here if I have to."

"You are infuriating sometimes." He laughed lightly.

"And you seem to be the center of attention recently, Mr.Nearly got stabbed."

"Oh you hush." He rolled his eyes, he sighed a bit as he leaned against one of the cabins. "I'll be okay, you go do your own thing, okay?"

"Yeah I will." She laughed.

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The girl patrolled around a bit, her eyes searching for any lost campers when she watched Nick run slightly away from the outhouse seemingly locking it.

"Nick?" Her voice reaching his ears as a camper screamed inside.

"Max! Hey,, you didn't see that."

"Oh,, but I did." She giggled a bit. "Who's in there?"

"Sheila." Ziggy's voice met her ears, she turned to her.

"You guys locked her in there!? Oh my goodness." She laughed a bit. "What did you both do?"

"We Carrie'd her with bugs." The ginger looked proud of herself.

"With BUGS?" Max covered her mouth still giggling. "That's evil."

"Oh extremely, that's why it was my idea." Nick chirped up.

"You two- are assholes." She rolled her eyes, "don't do anything more stupid than this,, please." She kissed his cheek.

"I won't I promise," he smiled softly, she turned to Ziggy.

"You are probably gonna get kicked out for this one huh?"

"Not unless your boyfriend chooses to help me out of this again."

"My hero," she giggled cupping Nicks face.

"I like the sound of that." He hummed.

The girl had left the two only a few minutes ago, she was still just patrolling around so that no campers would get hurt or anything you know, her job. The sound of crunching leaves had her turning towards the sound. "Hello?"

Her eyes drifted towards a figure only a few feet away from where she was standing. "Who's there?" She called out. The eyes just trained on her, she could recognize that stature of who it was. "Tommy? You are being awfully quiet,, it's a little scary." She joked lightly.

He began to step forward, closer to the lights. That's when she took notice of the red that stained his face, the bloody axe in his hands. She was frozen, her eyes widened. "Tommy?" She needed to run, it was as if her feet were just stuck to the ground but the moment he got too close for comfort she began to run.

Terror, pure terror was all she could think about, her heart was pounding in her ears, she didn't even feel the scream leave her throat when she felt the warmth of the metal colliding with her left arm. She flew sideways hitting a wooden cabin wall. "Ow- fuck fuck-" she cried her eyes drifting towards her soon to be killer.

"Tommy- please," she felt tears weld in her eyes as he lifted the axe upwards she had to make a choice in that moment, die or attempt to run away. She's a pretty small person as is, she's about five feet, pretty lanky with her limbs and there was a small opening so..

Her body moved faster than her mind could handle it, the axe hit the cabin as she moved out of the way her hair getting slightly chopped in the process, she was running towards well anywhere else just horrified. "Help! Someone please!" She cried.

She held onto her arm, her tan cardigan now staining crimson as tears rolled down her cheeks. Her eyes narrowed towards the woods. Could be worse, she didn't see anyone not a single soul, like the camp had been abandoned.

The brunette ran a bit faster, huffing a little bit as she leaned against a tree she was farther away from, Tommy. She winced a bit as she moved her hand away from the wound "oh this is so fucked.. oh fuck.." she closed her eyes as she heard screams. "The campers." Her eyes widened as she leaned forward adjusting herself.

"Get out of the woods! This isn't apart-" she moved forward a small painful gasp left her lips. "This isn't apart of the game! Get to the mess hall, hell get somewhere safe please!" She screamed.

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She doesn't know how long she had been walking or just telling campers to get out of the woods.

"Max?" until she heard Nick's voice, he seemed to be searching for the counselor, yet it was like heaven to her to know he was okay.

"Cindy! Kurt! Alice?? Joan?" He called out.

"Nick.." she whispered weakly as she was getting closer to him.

"Where the fuck is everyone!?" He turned his flashlight pointed towards her, his eyes widened as he ran toward her. "Max, holy shit.." he cupped her face, "oh baby,," his brows furrowed.

"Nicky,," she smiled softly her head slightly narrowed downward as she practically fell towards him.

"You- you are bleeding out.."

"I'm aware," she said breathlessly. He got on his knees as she just curled up towards him.

"Don't you dare die on me, Heartford!"

"Nick, what would you do without me if I died?" She laughed through her tears.

"I'd probably be found dead in a ditch." He laughed sadly, tears filling his eyes.

"My dress,," she swallowed dryly, "tear the bottom.."

"What?"

"Quick- quick bandage.. I'm going to die if I bleed out,, I don't want to die here,, I refuse to."

"Imagine- Camp Nightwing victim aged eighteen, Nick Goode's hot girl-friend," the male lightly joked as he tore the bottom hem of her dress off, taking the scrapped pieces and wrapping them around her wounded upper arm, she winced out in pain but it gave her some energy.

"Imagine,," she laughed dryly.

He helped her up, holding onto her sides. "We are going to be okay,"

"We are probably going to die."

"That's not very cheery of you."

"Nick,, I'm INJURED."

"..true."

"Mhm."

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thejudyblumebookclub · 8 months

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TW ⚠️BLOOD - GORE - EYE STRAIN !! Contains major spoilers!!! Please don’t watch if you haven’t seen all movies! :) Anyways I just really wanted to see Nick get screamed at for what he did, so I drew it ❤️ Enjoy! Don’t forget to check out my Instagram @pinecone_fox where I’m more active xx -P🌲

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acidthecorvid · 3 months

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do people still like fear street

#old art #from last year probably #fear street #fear street trilogy #nick goode #cindy berman #alice hart #arnie doesnt have a last name so idk how to tag him lmao

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descendantofthesparrow · 2 years

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Curse faltered-Tommy Slater x witch! reader - Oneshot

*because I have fear street brain rot; leave me alone*

(a/n; (y/n) is a witch and Tommy knows, no one else does though)

You stepped down into the moss and dirt-covered basement, glancing back up at the stone wall, that used to be a full house, that loomed through the trees. This entire place just felt-bad. Demonic even. Tommy, your boyfriend of three years, was close behind you as you followed Alice, Arnie, and Cindy into the basement, frowning at the occult items that decorated the room.

You licked your lips as you stepped closer to a particular shelf, the candles on it had been recently used, as in within the last day or so. “fuck” you whispered, reaching back towards Tommy who took your hand. You turned, frowning as you did so, his eyes seemed out of focus and he stumbled slightly. “Hey are you okay?” you asked, stepping closer to him and cupping his cheeks, tilting your head slightly in concern. He squeezed his eyes shut, a fly buzzing around his head.

You grabbed it, squishing the bug between your palm and fingers before wiping your hand on your pants. “Tommy?” he shook his head, giving you a strained smile “I’m fine” he croaked, but you didn’t believe him. the girls and Arnie went off into another room, one where the energy you were feeling was strongest, and you trailed your hands up to bury your hands into Tommy’s hair, muttering a small incantation to yourself.

You leaped back, eyes wide as Tommy shook his head, groaning a bit as he did. “What the fuck is in your head?” you whispered, you had heard hundreds of voices, all demonic in nature, screaming, taunting, whispering; all telling him to kill. “Hey (y/n)?!” Alice called for you, peeking her head back into the damp basement room “I need to show you something” you turned back to Tommy, taking your necklace and pressing it into his palm, his eyes seeming to lighten with that very action “Sit down, don’t move until I get back” you whispered and he nodded, moving to sit by a rack of tools and pressing your necklace to his head, your pendant doing its magic in protecting his mind.

You ducked into the next room, covering your mouth at what you saw. In the middle of the stone room, was a mark, its carved angles only could mean one thing; “Someone’s dealing with the devil” you whispered, stepping closer towards Cindy and Alice who were looking at a particular stone pillar, one that had many names on it “What’s-oh shit” you stepped back, seeing your boyfriends name at the bottom of the list, all of which were known Shadyside killers.

“Fuck-“ you clenched your jaw “what the hell even is this place?” you asked, Alice giving you the answer “This is where Sarah Fier makes her slaves,” Alice said, her voice no longer joking. “and if Tommy’s name is on here” Cindy tried to tell Alice to shut up and stop scaring you, but you were already making your way back to the other room, eyes widening as you saw your necklace on the ground and Tommy grabbing a double-sided axe. “Tommy no!” you screamed, Alice and Cindy popped up behind you just in time to see Tommy slam the axe into Arnie’s face.

You all screamed, watching helplessly as Tommy struck Arnie twice more, then he turned, his once blue eyes now a pitch black. “Tommy” you whispered, Alice pulling at your arm to get you back into the stone room as you stared in shock. You spotted your necklace and you tugged away, narrowly avoiding Tommy’s axe as he swung at you. You grabbed the necklace from the dirt flooring and you jumped back against the wall, avoiding another swing of the axe “Tommy is me, please!” you cried out, screaming as he swung again, with no hesitation.

You cried out as the blade of the axe grazed your arm, blood pouring down the exposed skin as you rushed to follow Alice and Cindy through the room and into another low doorway, screaming as Tommy grabbed your ankle “I’m so sorry Tommy!” you cried out, kicking his chest and sending him back into the roof of the passageway, in turn creating a small cave in that nearly crushed your legs if Alice hadn’t pulled you out. After a few moments of stunned and horrified silence, Cindy began to sob, before Alice shushed her “you hear that?” Alice whispered, eying the now blocked passageway.

Tommy was still breathing heavily on the other side as if waiting to see if one of the three of you would re-emerge. “He’s still alive?” Cindy asked weakly, and you stood as Cindy shook her head, leaning back against the fallen rocks “He can’t-he can’t get us” she reassured, mostly to herself but speaking to both you and Cindy “He can't get us”

You stared at the blocked passageway before you slumped to sit on your knees, tears flowing down your cheeks “Tommy” you whispered, hearing him move away and out of the stone room, leaving you alone with Alice and Cindy. Cindy immediately started trying to find a way out, pulling at the rocks and glaring at Alice when she didn’t help. She understood why you weren’t moving, you were in shock, your boyfriend just murdered somebody and tried to murder you. “Alice, can you just-help me?”

Alice just huffed, glaring back at Cindy “What you’re jus’ gonna pretend everything’s okay?” Cindy sighed, closing her eyes and resting against the wall, “Alice I just-“ Alice interrupted her, staring down numbly at the ground “Tommy split Arnie’s head in half. Do you realize that?” Cindy started to sob, looking at the blocked passageway and Alice with pleading eyes “Please-can-can you just help me?”

“With what?” Alice suddenly yelled, gesturing around, there was nothing to help un-lodge the stones and boulders blocking their only way out. “This shit weighs, like, a million pounds! I thought you got an A in physics.” She kicked a smaller boulder, the stone just barely moving under her weight. Cindy just tried to reason with Alice, gesturing to the passageway “We have to get out!” Alice chuckled darkly, getting into Cindy's face “Well tough shit.” Alice growled, glaring into Cindy’s watery eyes. “Because we cant. We’re gonna die down here, just like Arnie.” Alice ended in a whisper, stepping back and wandering off into the cave, leaving you alone as Cindy followed after Alice, trying to reason with her. “No-no! we have to get out-“ Cindy’s voice drowned out as you stared at the blocked exit, your heart beating so hard you could hear it in your ears.

“I have to save him” you whispered, crawling towards the blocked exit and placing your hands on the stone “I have to save him, I have to,” you said over and over, Cindy and Alice hearing your muttering and walking back towards you, Cindy about to speak when your arms suddenly started to glow, tattoos appearing as you muttered something under your breath. “(y/n)?” Cindy asked, her voice shaking as Alice stared in near awe. “This is some witchy shit” Alice whispered, jumping back as the boulders suddenly glowed and then burst into nothingness, freeing the passageway. “holy shit.”

“(y/n)?” Cindy called again, nervously following you as you crawled through the exit and took a deep breath on the other side, staring numbly down where Tommy had hit the ground, his blood-soaked hand staining the stone. “(y/n)? What the hell did you just do?” your attention was diverted to a solid black book that had been tossed aside in the chaos, it had the witch's mark plain on the front of its leather-bound cover. You grabbed it and opened it, quickly finding the page that started the entire ordeal. “A simple exchange” you muttered, Alice and Cindy walking up beside you and reading along with you, though with it being a different language they couldn’t make anything out. “Someone did this” you gestured to the carved names “Someone put Tommy's name on there, his soul and many lives in exchange for whatever they want”

Cindy almost looked like she was about to say ‘bullshit’ but-there really wasn’t any other explanation now that she had seen magic for real, from you. And your suddenly present tattoos. “Where did these come from?” Alice asked, poking your right arm which was covered in runes. “Magic tattoos, helps keep me focused and my magic in tune.” You muttered, slamming the book closed and ducking into the other room, finding the still dead Arnie. “Oh shit” you muttered, biting your lip as you glanced around; bringing people back from the dead was a risky thing, usually resulting in the undead.

“Can-can you bring him back to life?” Alice croaked, pointing at Arnie. You shook your head, one it was very risky, and two “it’s against human nature to bring back the dead, all we’d get is a husk of Arnie and possibly an undead cannibal” you whispered, Cindy letting out a small murmur of ‘zombies?’ “well-fuck” Alice cursed, hitting her head slightly as she tore her eyes away from her dead boyfriend. “Right now, we find Tommy, restrain him, and get that fucking demon out of his head” you said quickly, reaching into your bag and taking out your spell book, opening it and reading as you made your way out of the basement and into the woods, Cindy and Alice close behind as you muttered to yourself, flipping through your book hoping to find a purification spell or something.

“Fuck yeah” you whooped, landing right on what you needed “Demonic purification, we can save Tommy and the camp” Cindy looked relieved and Alice, while she still looked very numb due to Arnie, was ready to help, now that all hope wasn’t lost. “come on, we have to grab some things from my cabin real quick. If you see Tommy tell me and I can restrain him.” the two nodded and followed you back into camp to your cabin. As you arrived you slammed open your door, ignoring the sunny siders that sneered at the three of you. You handed Cindy a bag full of crystals, and Alice some vials that held various liquids, and some were empty. “Come on, we have to find an open space to do this, and find Tommy before anyone else is killed” you ran out the cabin, heading back towards the forest in hopes to find a gap in the trees where you could draw the spell circle.

Cindy placed the last crystal down, completing the spell circle; Alice had also done her part, sprinkling the liquid from the vials within the lines of the spell circle “What are the empty ones for?” Alice asked, and you kept your eyes down on your book as you answered her “My blood, for such a complicated spell it needs some DNA to make it powerful, something we’ll need to save Tommy, whatever has its grip on him isn’t some-normal demon. It’s high ranking and I need this spell to be powerful enough to get it out.” To which you took one of the vials and cut your palm with your pocket knife, draining your blood into the vial and then pouring it into the middle of the circle, the crystals creating the barrier glowing for a moment; letting you know the spell was ready. “All right, good to go” Alice nodded, and Cindy stood, wiping her hands on her shirt as she and Alice stepped closer to you. “What now?” Cindy asked, and you shut your book, putting it back in your bag next to the witch's book.

“We lure Tommy right into the trap.”

The three of you watched horrified as Tommy slaughtered Jeremy, a poor Shadyside kid who had idolized Tommy “Oh Jeremy” you whispered, tears burning in your eyes “I’m so sorry I wasn’t quick enough” Alice closed her eyes for a moment, shaking her head before she ran out of the forest and got the possessed Tommy’s attention “HEY, OVER HERE YOU FUCK, COME AND GET US!” he turned, and even from back at the tree line you could see his eyes were fully black. “Oh shit” you muttered, grabbing Cindy’s hand and starting to run as Tommy began the chase “go-go go go! To the circle!” it was almost too easy, leading Tommy right into the trap, but you weren’t complaining.

You made sure not to actually step into the circle, turning just as Tommy stepped over a fallen tree to step right into the trap. “got you babe” you muttered, hitting the ground and slamming your hand on the outer circle, activating the spell. The crystals all glowed a fierce white, the light beaming up and creating a barrier. Tommy suddenly stopped, his breath getting caught in his throat. “Hezberek Et Morine, Gost Wenthen Verbis Nex” Tommy yelled, as if the demonic being possessing him knew what was going on and was trying to fight back. Tommy swung his axe towards you, only for the weapon to bounce off the barrier. “Ind Obrium, Bis Pendrule; Paran Sic Cortis Rex!”

“Get the fuck out of my boyfriend you son of a bitch!” you yelled, your eyes and tattoos glowing just as bright as the crystals as Tommy reeled back, a black substance rising from his eyes, nose, and mouth, almost puking upward as the demonic presence fled. “You’re not getting away!” you held up your hand, your palm glowing brightly as Tommy collapsed to the ground, breathing heavily as he puked up the last of the demonic substance “Aldruon Enlenthranel Vosolen Lirus-nor!”

The light in your palm extended out and curled around the presence, grinning darkly as it screeched and tried to get away “ooh no you don’t, get your ass in here!” you took the book where the curse had originated and opened it, dragging the demon into it and locking it away for good. “mother fucker”

“(y/n)?” Tommy called your name weakly, black tears running down his cheeks that slowly turned clear as he stared at you in awe. “fuck-that” he hiccupped, clenching his jaw so hard it clicked “I’m-so-fuck I’m so sorry” he sobbed, letting himself fall to the ground as you, Alice, and Cindy just stared at him “I could see everything, I couldn't stop myself-i-I tried I really did-FUCK” he covered his blood-soaked face with his hands, sobbing into his palms “I killed Arnie, I killed a fucking kid! Why didn’t you just kill me?” Tommy cried out, grabbing your arms as you crawled over to him and held him tightly, shushing him as Alice and Cindy walked away, the horror that had been set upon camp Nightwing was over, and they needed a moment to themselves anyway.

“Hey-hey” you whispered, holding Tommy tight to your chest as he cried, waving your hand across his body to remove any blood, his hands and face clean once more. “It wasn’t your fault, some fuck decided that you were going to be the sacrifice for their own damn needs, it wasn’t your fault.” Tommy just sobbed, he had seen and felt himself kill Arnie and Jeremy as if he had truly done it himself, and he didn’t know if he could live with the guilt. “Thomas Slater you listen to me right now” he looked up at you, his eyes puffy and red, but blue; completely blue as they should be. “you were possessed, we both know that. You had no fault in this. Do you regret doing what you were forced to do?” he nodded “Then you are just as human as you were before, you were forced into that position and I’ll be damned if you’re going to feel horrible over something someone else made you do. I love you Thomas Slater and no amount of blood on your hands will make me feel different. Got it?”

He nodded, pulling himself up and turning, pressing his face into your neck as your arms went around his torso, squeezing him back just as hard as he hugged you. “Thank you (y/n)” he whispered, if anything, only two lives had been lost that night, and two; while still too much, was better than anything more than that. “I’ve got you Tommy, I always will” you whispered, rocking him back and forth as he cried.

“So was that shit Witchy shit or like-“ Alice asked, blowing out a cloud of smoked weed as Cindy sat across the room, the four of you waiting for police questioning as the campers were accounted for, and an axe murderer was being looked for. “-demonic shit”

“Kinda both? Demonic witchy shit?” You said, in a slightly confused tone “I mean, it’s old school stuff, witches now a ‘days don’t really-do deals with the devil? There's actually a lot of variety with us, like some of us have deities they pay homage to, some of us are self-practiced, some of us, like me; are descended from powerful bloodlines of witches, mine goes back to the four-hundreds” Alice and Cindy looked impressed at that, Alice whistling slightly “yeah, long line. It’s why I have my tattoos, I gotta lotta magic built up in my bloodline and I’d rather not lose control” you chuckled, leaning against Tommy who had quickly changed into another set of clothes, giving you his old ones to burn. Even with them free of blood, they were too much for him to even look at anymore.

“So, all those names, those have to do with the same-spell, that book had? I mean like-it all came from one place?” you nodded at Cindy’s question, taking out the book and flipping to the page “those who had cast the spell, and said the names; all have the same-energy source, it’s a family that’s passed the curse generation by generation” Alice pursed her lips, putting out her fully smoked roll “how do you even know that?” she asked, taking out nurse Mary’s book and flipping through it, looking over the rhymes once again.

“Energy signatures ” you answered easily, pursing your lips as you looked down at the book “but-not one is…well-witchy feeling, more like…I don’t know, male? I don’t think Sarah Fier was or is the owner of this book” before Alice or Cindy could ask you to elaborate further, a policeman came in and took you for questioning, you left the book with Tommy and he sighed, putting it in your bag and messing with your necklace that now hung around his neck ‘you need it more’ you had said.

As you walked to the cabin the police had made their base while investigating, you passed by Nick Goode, son of the old sheriff of Sunnyvale. You stopped, looking back at him as you felt something-demonic permeating from him. “you” you whispered, but you were pulled away before you could say more.

Nick had the same energy signature as the book, the Goode family was behind it all.

An hour later you burst back into the cabin, breathing heavily and panicked “The Goode family is behind it all, Nick had the same exact and current signature of the book!-gimme” you made grabby hands at Tommy, who handed you the black leather-bound book and as soon as it touched your skin it only confirmed your suspicions. “Fuck-it is, it really is him. Fuck fuck fuck.” “What do we do?” Cindy asked, getting to her feet and walking over to you, resting her hand on your shoulder. “There's only one way to stop this” you gestured to Tommy and then vaguely gestured to the camp “From ever happening again” Alice stood, along with Tommy, the tension rising in the room “We have to kill Nick Goode. He’s the head of the family now, he’s where the curse is. We kill him, we free Shadyside.” Alice nodded, Nick was the reason Arnie was dead; if she could kill a possessed Tommy who technically had no fault, she could kill the guy who had set this entire horror into action. She had never liked him anyway.

“Let’s do it” Alice muttered, grabbing nurse Mary’s book and nodding, making her way to the door of the cabin “Let’s go murk this demon fuckers ass!” Cindy tried to object, but with one look at Tommy, she simply held back “I won’t help you kill him but I won’t stop you” she muttered, going back into the cabin and laying down, covering her face with a pillow.

You were fine with that, Nick had no powers on his own, he only had that room and the book; one of which you had. “I know exactly how to get his ass red-handed” you muttered, leading Alice and Tommy right back to the basement, squeezing Tommy’s hand as he muttered to himself “I’m right here babe, nothing’s going to happen to you or anyone else that isn’t Nick” he nodded, following your lead in hiding in the cavern system, you waved your hand; fixing the fallen bookshelf that Cindy and Alice had knocked over in their attempted to get away from the then possessed Tommy. You hid in the darkness, barely illuminated by the floating flame in the middle of the stone room.

Soon, the man of the hour walked in. Nick Goode, pulling at his hair and muttering to himself “Only two?” he said loudly, pacing around the witch's mark “Only fucking two! how did Thomas even break free!? As far as I know, there's no way-to…oh shit” Nick reached for the missing space in the bookshelf, where the spell book used to be “oh shit-oh shit oh shit oh shit”

“Oh shit is right” you snarled, turning to shadows and rising upon the wall, towering above Nick as he screamed, stumbling to the stone floor and scrambling back “Nick Goode, you fucked up royally by trying to make my boyfriend your damn sacrifice” you stepped out from the shadow, glowing eyes staring right into Nick’s terror filled eyes “hell hath a woman scorned Goode.” Nick’s eyes widened, and he stumbled to his feet “you-you’re a witch?” he nearly screamed, watching as your tattoos reappeared, glowing brightly as you lifted your hands, (color) flames rising from your palms. “And a damn good one” you snapped, rushing forward and slamming Nick into the wall, his head cracking against the wall, blood starting to drip down the stone. “your family has cursed Shadyside for three hundred fucking years, I’m putting an end to it” you hissed, tapping into your darker magics as shadows climbed up Nick’s legs, curling around his throat and choking him “And don’t think your little killers can save you now.”

Nick felt his life slowly drain out, his eyes rolling back as it became harder to breathe ‘the truth shall be your curse’ a voice whispered in his ear, your image flickering out to reveal Sarah Fier, who glared right into his soul. ‘I will shadow you for eternity. And everything you take, and everyone you harm; you will feel the grip of my hand! I will follow you forever, I will never let you go.’ Nick took one last breath, scattered images of the victims of his family flashing through his mind. He felt a tear slip down his cheek as Ziggy appeared, stabbed to death; she was alive and well in reality, but his idiocy and greed would’ve killed her.

Nick stopped struggling, and the light went out in his eyes, the names on the walls and the mark on the stone floor disappearing as your shadows dispersed and let Nick’s body drop. “It’s done” you whispered, waving your hand and moving the shelf to let Tommy and Alice back into the main room “It’s over, Shadyside is free.” Tommy walked up behind you, hugging you tightly as Alice moved to kick Nick’s side “That’s for Arnie you fuck” she whispered, wiping her nose as she stormed out of the room, heading back to camp.

You and Tommy stood there for a moment, Tommy’s eyes averted away from Nick’s body as he held you, your hands wrapped around his arms “let’s go” you whispered, leading Tommy out of the underground room, leaving the hellscape behind for good.

That night, as you slept, you heard a ghostly voice whisper to you; you stirred in Tommy’s arms, opening your eyes to see Sarah Fier, smiling down at you ‘thank you’ she whispered, disappearing within a blink of an eye, as if she wasn’t there in the first place. You stared at where she had been for a minute, then lay back down; content.

-end-

I DIDN’T SEE ANY WITCH READERS SO I JUST DECIDED TO BE LIKE ‘FUCK IT ILL DO IT MYSELF’ so I did.

no taglist cuz, i dont think any of my followers would be interested in this heh

#fear street 1978 #tommy slater #tommy slater x reader #Thomas Slater #Thomas slater x reader #nightwing killer #witch reader #magic #spells borrowed from teen titans (2006) if you know them i love you #divergent timeline #doesnt follow 1978 #tommy only kills two people #arnie and jeremy #Nick gets whats coming to him early #claim witch get killed by a witch #karma

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fkevin073 · 2 years

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fear Street Trilogy (TV), Fear Street Series - R. L. Stine Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Major Character Death Relationships: Alice/Cindy Berman (Fear Street), mentions of Cindy Berman/Tommy Slater, Christine "Ziggy" Berman/Nick Goode, Christine "Ziggy" Berman & Cindy Berman, Alice/Arnie (Fear Street Part 2: 1978) Characters: Alice (Fear Street Part 2: 1978), Cindy Berman, Christine "Ziggy" Berman, Tommy Slater (Fear Street), Nick Goode, Arnie (Fear Street Part 2: 1978) Additional Tags: mentions of parental neglect, mentions of self harm, alcohol use, this gets depressing, my babies deserved so much better, Alice is bi, cindy is gay, and they deserved to live happily ever after, appreciation week here we go, Pre-Canon, FSWEEK22, Mind the Tags please!, use of period typical homophobic slurs, title from the Keaton Henson song, Canon Compliant, no beta we die like these two :) Summary:

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Alice says, scowling a little. “I can take care of myself. I don’t need a babysitter.”

Cindy just looks at her. “I don’t want to be a babysitter either,” she says. “I already have one kid sister, I don’t need another.”

“Great—”

“But I would like a friend though,” Cindy blurts out, looking at her with those shiny blue eyes. “I haven’t ever really had a friend before.”

Alice blinks. Once. Twice. It doesn’t make any sense that someone like her could know loneliness the same way Alice does, and yet—

Cindy looks so earnest she doesn’t have the heart to say no.

“Fine,” Alice says, offering Cindy her hand. “Friends.”

There’s a beat before Cindy takes it, shaking it excitedly. Her hand is warm, her skin soft, and Alice feels her heart flutter.

“Friends,” Cindy agrees, grinning.

Or: This is how Cindy and Alice come together.

It’s also the story of how they fall apart.

#fear street #cindy berman #alice #cindy x alice #Tommy slater #arnie #fear street 1978 #canon #FSWEEK22 #Leigh janiak #ziggy berman #wlw #fic #Appreciation week #HERE WE GO BABY #I love them your honor

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roxyoulikeahurricane · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/4 Fandom: Fear Street Trilogy (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Major Character Death Relationships: Alice/Cindy Berman (Fear Street), Cindy Berman/Tommy Slater (Fear Street), Christine "Ziggy" Berman & Cindy Berman, Samantha "Sam" Fraser/Deena Johnson Characters: Cindy Berman (Fear Street), Alice (Fear Street Part 2: 1978), Christine "Ziggy" Berman, Tommy Slater (Fear Street), Deena Johnson, Josh Johnson (Fear Street), Samantha "Sam" Fraser (Fear Street) Additional Tags: Lesbian Cindy Berman (Fear Street), Cindy Berman Lives (Fear Street), Alice also lives, Ziggy dies instead, Slow Burn, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Canon Compliant, Well the first chapter is obviously the rest of the story won't be, What if Cindy saves Alice in the mess hall but as a result Tommy successfully kills Ziggy?, Nick Goode is not fast enough and not even the Devil can save her from that axe to the chest, Internalized Homophobia, Period-Typical Homophobia

Summary:

Peachy Keen (pee-chee-keen) adj. informal. 1. Very satisfactory. 2. Just fine.

Cindy Berman's life is perfectly and completely satsifactory. Until 1978 throws everything she has ever worked for into the wind. Is it worth it to rebuild everything anymore?

#fear street #cindy berman #ziggy berman #cindy x alice #fear street trilogy #Chapter one is mid lol #It's just building backstory and characters for th penultimate THIRD chapter #Which will be the meat of the story #About the decade and a half between 78 and 94 #Where Cindy and Alice come to terms with the deaths of Ziggy Tommy and Arnie #And support each other #And become life partners and roommates until Deena and Josh ask for their help in 94

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jungle-angel · 11 days

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Three's Company But Four Is The Best Crowd (Calvin Evans x Reader)

Summary: You and Calvin were not expecting to take on a new member of the family at all, but in the end, it was the best decision you had ever made

Warnings: Parenthood, mentions of birth etc.

Tagging: @floydsmuse My dear, I hope this brightens the day a little bit, I hope it's not too much but it's something

"So technically he didn't get the question wrong but they whacked him on it anyways," Calvin rattled off as you and him walked up the street with Ellen in her little stroller and Six-Thirty on his leash.

"Are you serious?" you asked him. "Why? Arnie is one of your smartest students."

"Because he screwed up one of the formulas for balancing a reaction in a base compound and it ended with making a substance that smelled like a noxious fart," Calvin chuckled.

"So that's who the stinkbomb culprit was!" you blurted out. "I knew it!"

"I kept telling Arnie that he's gonna have to start a stinkbomb business," Calvin chuckled. "He might even end up getting a contract from the Secretary of Defense if he's lucky."

Your laughter was suddenly interrupted when something darted around the hedgerows, startling the both of you and Six-Thirty who began barking. To your amazement, it was a frightened little cocker spaniel with curly ears and a squished little nose. She whimpered and whined, pawing at both you and Calvin, begging as though she were in danger of something.

"What in the blue hell is this?" Calvin wondered.

From around the corner you could hear the shouts of miscreants and a familiar one at that, Frieda Burns's grandsons, Dean and Ritchie. They came around the corner with the rest of their neighborhood bullies but stopping dead in their tracks when they saw Calvin and you standing nearby.

"Where's that dog?" Dean demanded.

"Yeah where'd it go?" Ritchie cut in.

"I don't think you two little shitheads deserve to know," Calvin answered coldly.

"Listen Calvin," Ritchie spat.

"That's Mr. Evans to you, you little twerps," Calvin reminded them sharply. "Didn't your mother ever teach you manners and respect for your elders?"

"Ma doesn't care what we do," Dean retorted.

"Yeah," said Ritchie.

You and Calvin both glanced at each other before turning your attention back to the boys. "Oh," Calvin said. "Well in that case perhaps we ought to tell someone else then. (Y/n) what do you think?"

"Oh certainly," you answered. "The last thing I'd want is for Father McDowell to find out about this little incident."

Both Ritchie and Dean swallowed hard, their little adam's apples bobbing in their throats. Every neighborhood bully feared the fiery Irish Catholic priest who ran both St. Mary's church and his end of the block like a Navy ship. More than once a big, tough bully had the gall to act up in front of the good father, only to be met with a birch rod on his backside.

"What in the damned hell is all that yellin fer?!" thundered a voice from behind the hedgerows. "Blast it! Can't a man work in 'is own bloody garden in peace?!"

"Shit! It's him!"

"Run for it!"

Six-Thirty barked and growled at them as they ran away, tugging at his leash and wanting nothing more than to go after them. "Go get'em boy!" Calvin ordered.

He loosed Six-Thirty from his leash, the dog taking off like a bullet as Father McDowell continued to thunder a string of obscenities from behind the hedgerows. The other bullies had scattered, but Six-Thirty had returned chasing Dean and Ritchie back up the block, the two of them clutching their backsides to keep from getting bitten before running smack into the priest.

"Well, well, what've we here?" Father McDowell chuckled icily. "Jest as I suspected, Dean'n Ritchie Burns. What'd ye two get into this time now eh? Breakin the windas down at Mr. Kennedy's lunch counter again are ye?"

The boys tried to make an excuse as Father McDowell grabbed ahold of each of their ears, the priest's wrath incurred even further when he caught sight of the frightened little spaniel.

"Oh-ho!" he concluded. "Chasin a stray were yas? Jest like your miserable excuse of a father and uncle ye are."

"Go to hell!" the boys shouted.

"Now don't ye gimme that!" the priest snapped. "I ever hear it outta either o' yer mouths again, I'll string ye both up by the balls by thunder! Now get yer skeeter bitten carcasses home to yer mudder!"

Dean and Ritchie took off, both terrified of their ordeal. Father McDowell gave a bullish snort as soon as they were out of earshot. "Detestable little piss worms," he hissed under his breath.

"Sorry to ruin your afternoon Padre," Calvin laughed.

"Bah!" Father McDowell said with a wave of his hand. "T'weren't nothin. Makes fer an interestin breakup in the mundane of it I always say. Now why don't the two of ye come into the garden fer a bit, Helen'll be home soon."

"I think we'll have to save it for another day Padre," you said. "We weren't counting on any of this."

Father McDowell tried to pet the poor little cocker but she backed away, a high pitched whine catching in her throat. "Poor little thing," he sighed. "I've seen'er down by Kennedy's lunch counter."

"Any chance the vet's office is open?" Calvin asked.

"Nah," Father McDowell said. "Last I saw they close 'round suppertime. Best bet would be for'er to go home with ye and go in the mornin."

You and Calvin scooped up the little dog and bid Father McDowell farewell before heading for home. You both thought it a little odd and funny that she refused to leave Six-Thirty's side, the same going for your beloved companion.

Back to the house you went where Pat and Henny were out on the front porch, waiting for Henny's husband Paul, to close up his barbershop and bring the girls back from her sister's house.

"You two are back early," Pat remarked.

"And it looks like they brought a little friend with'em," Henny laughed, setting her glass of peach lemonade down on the porch table.

"Funny story Henny," you chuckled, lifting Ellen from her stroller.

"Oh honey I heard it all," Henny laughed. "Marshall came runnin all the way back from the store and he could hear the good father givin the Burns boys hell."

You and Calvin went into the house to get Ellen settled and dinner ready, hoping that Henny and Paul would stay with their granddaughters. You found an extra one of Six-Thirty's food bowls and filled it with a little bit of food, the little cocker eagerly coming to eat and gobbling up her foot as though she hadn't eaten in years.

Sure enough, Paul came by with his and Henny's two youngest granddaughters, Betsy and Ruby, the four of them staying for dinner. By the time they had left, you and Calvin noticed Six-Thirty and his new little friend, laying together on his bed cushion near the window, neither of them wanting to get up as he lay his head on top of hers.

You had just given Ellen her bath while Calvin was reading to her from her little bedtime storybook, gently rocking back and forth in the rocking chair in her nursery. By the time she had been tucked in and had fallen asleep, you peeked back downstairs to find your two canine companions fast asleep.

"That is the oddest sight I have ever seen," you chuckled.

"Who would have ever thought that Six-Thirty would find a mate?" Calvin remarked, smiling broadly.

"Well, you and I found each other so it's not entirely out of the ordinary," you said.

Calvin pressed a kiss to your forehead and several down the side of your head and cheek before pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. "You know she's gonna need a dog license, papers and a collar and her tags."

"We can do all that tomorrow," you laughed.

You and Calvin turned in for the night, eager to officially welcome your new little friend into the family.

#calvin evans #calvin evans x reader #lessons in chemistry

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lisacomeuseucu · 5 months

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Curses Pt3

• Fear Street . 1978 - "I swear, if I could I would change their story, I would try to make them live" That's what she said to herself

Again I apologize if my English is bad, as it is not my first language I have a little difficulty. I'm happy for @amazingori and other people liked the story. :)

It's been a week since I arrived at Camp Nightwing. I'm currently helping with the food that will be served soon but my schedule will soon end and I'll have to steal Tommy from Cindy so we can clean the cafeteria together. I finish using the knife and place it in the kitchen sink. — " Can someone tell me what day it is?! " I ask anyone in the kitchen, I hear someone leafing through the calendar papers and then respond. — " Today is day nineteen! It's color war day! " My smile falls from my face and I let the fruit bridge fall to the floor, which makes me startle myself. I crouch down and start picking the fruits and putting them back on the bridge, my hands are shaking, the day I feared most has finally arrived. The day of the massacre at the camp. After finishing placing all the fruit, I leave the kitchen, making the excuse that I had already given my schedule, which in this case, is not a lie, outside I start trying to catch my breath so I can calm down. I have to do something, I need to change this story, stop some people from having tragic endings, like Jeremy, Alice, Joan and others, they didn't deserve to go through all this, Tommy doesn't deserve to go through this . After returning to reality I start walking towards the bathroom so I can find them, but halfway there I see Ziggy walking and trying to wipe the blood from his nose. — " Oh, holy shit. " I let it out in a good tone from my lips, Ziggy looks at me and makes the silence sign with his finger, I give a slight roll of my eyes and walk back towards the bathrooms, close enough to me putting it in front of the doors that are open and I come face to face with Tommy and Cindy kissing.

— " Wow! I think I came at a bad time. " I caught them by surprise as I was too. When I saw that scene of the two kissing I genuinely felt a pang of jealousy, something I'm embarrassed to admit. — " Y/n! You took us by surprise! " Cindy answers me, letting out some nervous laughs, there's no need to worry, dear Cindy, I know they were cleaning before I arrived. — " Sorry, it was my mistake, but shouldn't you be in the company of Alice and Arnie? " I ask Cindy as I start to walk around and open the doors of the cabins realizing that none of them were there doing their work. — " Where did these two go? " Cindy asks herself irritably. — " I'll go after them both while you and Tommy can do your job. " Cindy turns her head back looking at me. — " Okay, in fact I think today is not your lucky day. " I whispered so she wouldn't hear. The tanned girl starts heading towards one of the cabins in search of Alice and her boyfriend, leaving Tommy and me alone, the blonde turns to me and looks me up and down, which makes me feel confused. — " I like the outfit, the skirt suits you. " Tommy says, my eyes slightly widen in surprise, I close and open my mouth several times before saying. — " Ah, thank you! " My blush is clearly visible. We're both already in the cafeteria. I'm cleaning the floor while Tommy is cleaning the tables. We both start to get into random things to talk about, like things about each other, what it was like meeting some of the counselors, some complaints, but nothing else. — "What were you trying to say when you said that today is not a good day for Cindy?" Tommy asks me, his question takes me by surprise which makes me nervous, it makes me scrub the floor faster and faster, I look at your direction before responding. — " Well, soon she'll tell you what must have happened but I saw Ziggy hurt, her nose was bleeding. " I left out part of the story. I know what happened to her, what she did, but I wasn't really there, so I can't say that. I feel my hands separating one from the other, an action that almost made me fall face down on the floor. I look at my hands and see the sponge split in half, knowing what that means makes me shiver from head to toe. — "What the fuck..." I hear Tommy laughing, I turn my face towards him. — " Not even sponges escape Y/n's swearing. " Tommy comments, which makes me let out a weak laugh. — " I'm going to get a new sponge. " I say as I get up but before I go towards the equipment room I turn around and say to him. — " Tommy, please don't disappear. " I tell him worriedly and with my breath a little unregulated, upon hearing and seeing my expression he gets confused but responds with an "Okay".

Something enters the room and I start looking for the sponge, I look everywhere on the shelf until I go down and find a sponge, while removing the plastic wrapped around the object in the corner of my eye I notice a figure passing by. I look around and don't find anyone, but now knowing who it is, my anxiety starts to attack. — "Tommy!" things are in the same places but Tommy isn't here, he's NOT here! You idiot, why didn't you stay here like I asked?! My breathing starts to accelerate more than before, I'm holding the sponge tightly. — "Tommy!!" I call his name more rigidly, my voice comes out shaky because I'm so nervous. — " Y/n? " I hear his voice behind me and quickly turn around seeing that he is alive and intact, I automatically calm down and a smile of relief appears on my face, Tommy was going to say something but was interrupted by the sounds of footsteps , when looking in the direction of their origin we see Nurse Lane, my smile quickly disappears from my face but the curious thing is that she is not looking at Tommy, no, she is looking at me. — "Nurse?" I call her confused, I see her face become sadder than it already is. — " I'm sorry, I can't save you.. " she begins, my blood runs cold, I'm frozen in the place where I am. What is wrong? — " It can't be... " I let it escape my lips in a whisper. The older one starts walking closer to me and I respond by walking backwards to keep my distance. — " I saw your name on the wall. One way or another, you're going to die tonight. " After she finished we could see the knife she was holding in her hand but she was quick enough to advance towards me. I'm stuck on the table while the nurse tries to stick a knife in my throat! I hold on as much as I can to prevent the knife from going through me, my back hurts from the grip of the table and the grip of the woman on top of me, I quickly use one of my legs to punch her in the stomach which causes her to drop her knife and allow me to push her! Before I could move away, the nurse came back on top of me and started to choke me. God, you can reserve a place for me today and I will certainly not return to Earth. When I started to feel like I was close to losing consciousness I felt the woman being brutally taken from me. The first thing I did was move away to the wall of the cafeteria and put my hand on the painful area. I have never been so happy to be breathing again. I look up and see Tommy close to the nurse's body, he took her away from me, Tommy if I could I would hug you right now. The blonde comes close to me and asks. — "Are you okay?! "He puts his hand on my cheek making me look in his direction, I don't answer him, the first action I do is put my hand behind my head and then I see that my fingers are covered in blood , God, this isn't right at all.

The police were called, I see the nurse, unconscious, lying on the stretcher being placed inside the ambulance. I can't stop asking myself, why me? It was supposed to be Tommy! I changed the story too much.. — "Did you have a problem with her? Did she have something against you?" The police officer in front of me takes me out of my thoughts, I look at him and shake my head in denial before speaking. — " No! She treated me very well, it even seemed like I was like a daughter to her! " I respond, still unable to swallow everything that happened. — "That doesn't make any sense, why would she do something like that?" Tommy asks the police officer. — " She must have been crazy, like her daughter. " I roll my eyes when I hear such a response, these incompetent police officers, always using the same excuse of it being an outbreak. — " Nurse Lane never seemed to be crazy and never was. " I say to the officer with a slight irritation in my tone of voice. — " That's what she said about her daughter. But sane people don't cut up their friends. Tell me again what happened. " The police officer orders, I again start to explain the entire scenario that occurred, I look to the side and see that Sheila I already went to tell Ziggy what happened in cabin five, I shake my hands in anger, then Ziggy runs to see what happened in her cabin while being called a witch. The police officer who was interrogating me finished everything that was supposed to be done and left, Tommy looks at me and says. — "I'm going to see Cindy, I'll be right back, ok?" He says as he leaves, I just respond with a nod. Nick had originally chosen the name Tommy, which was supposed to happen, but something changed for me, he chose me as the victim for his murders! It makes no sense! I can't say that I didn't do something against him as an example because Tommy hadn't done it either, Nick, you mysterious bastard. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the bell for us to go to the cafeteria.

Already sitting at the table I can hear the students talking about what happened, some act like idiots blaming the Shadysides, others wonder if they are going to cancel the activities, the rest are the least of it. — " She said that one way or another, Y/n would die today. " I return my mind to the topic at the table which is Tommy clarifying what happened, — " Sinistrooo!! Uaaaggh!! " Gary mocks the situation. — " The boys are right, this is, like, a total witch thing. " Joan says, taking the situation a little more seriously but still using the idiotic thoughts of the rest of the camp. — " It's just that, there has to be some explanation. The witch isn't real. " Cindy speaks calmly but seriously, being one of the few to take this whole situation seriously. — "Like which one?" Tommy asks. — " You'll see... you'll see, she was wearing something. " Cindy suggests looking at her friend putting marijuana in a joint. — " Shiiii! Drugs are peaceful, not violent! " Joan tries to correct. — " I'm not talking about marijuana. " Cindy replies somewhat irritated. — " Why don't you admit that you're jealous because witchcraft wanted your best friend JUST for her. " Gary scoffs as he tries to hug Tommy but the blonde pushes him away, Cindy rolls her eyes. — " Why would Nurse Lane do something like that? Why? Why would she want to kill me? " I ask them after a long time without saying anything. — " Huh? Not her. " Gary says. — " But maybe the witch wants to! " Joan joins in on Gary's joke, making me roll my eyes in anger. — " They're just joking. It was nothing, I swear to you. " Cindy tries to comfort me seeing how stressed about the situation I already am. — " You saw her eyes, I don't know, there was something in them, something wrong! " Tommy says while looking at me, I had really seen her eyes, now I understand you perfectly Tommy. I am taken out of my thoughts by the sound of clapping coming from behind me, when I look I see that it is Kurt trying to get people's attention to start an irritating speech that only increases the rivalry between the cities. I put my head on the table covering my ears to try to muffle the sound of his voice. I feel a hand stroking my head but I don't try to look at who it is. — " Deflagrate, damn it. " Gary says. — "It's dumb, but it's kind of charming." Joan responds while licking the paper of her joint, when I heard this girl saying that for the first time I felt like ripping my ears out. — " Complimenting? You praising? " Gary asks indignantly, soon Joan leaves the table to also present, she begins by thanking him for the speech with many quotation marks "nice", I see that Cindy also left the table to go after her sister, Tommy He also notices his girlfriend's escape but does nothing.

After everyone left the cafeteria I went to spend some time alone, after the attack I was released from my duties for two days, for someone who hit their head to the point of bleeding I believe that's not enough. I observe the insects and animals trapped in aquariums. I carefully observe this place, so simple but it will make great history, at least it did for the fans. I feel a headache hit me hard, making me put my hand on the area and let out a groan of pain. I start to hear a strange noise, as if I were in a forest with strong winds and I hear someone calling my name, no! I can't let myself give in to this! I don't want to hurt anyone, I shake my head trying to get myself out of this trance. I leave the room before I could do anything against everyone, when I leave the cabin I notice the condition of my clothes, my blouse is a little dirty and wrinkled, my long skirt is wet in some parts and with a little dirt on it, Luckily my coat didn't get dirty in all this, I start patting my skirt so the dirt can come off it and I start walking around the camp again. I hear the music being played on the speakers, I see several children painting their faces and doing different hairstyles for this war, Kurt is explaining to the citizens of Sunnyvale how to protect the flag that belongs to them, in the background I see Tommy with ours in his hands and explaining to the children, I give a soft smile as I witness the scene but again the pain hits me harder, I grimace with the pain but I return to normal. I continue walking but this time the pain insists on continuing, I look towards the lake and again the noises start, the voices get louder and louder, I shake my head strongly to get out of the trance again, I look back and I see that Cindy is talking. With Tommy, this is strange, Cindy had gone looking for answers before because of Tommy but I didn't imagine that she was still looking for any answers with me being the victim. I've been walking in circles for a few minutes or hours to see if this pain goes away but the opposite is happening, this is the most unbearable pain I've ever felt, I'm genuinely thinking about going into the infirmary and stealing some headache medicine.

I'm a few meters away from the infirmary, hiding against the wall of one of the cabins. Cindy and Tommy have just entered the infirmary, and in a few minutes Alice will appear. I can see a little through the windows what the two are doing. I start to hear footsteps and look in the opposite direction where I find the owners and also the owners of the laughs, Alice and Arnie, it's a little longer before they reach the nurse, again having the same headache but much stronger than the previous ones, I let out a grunt of pain but quickly compose myself seeing that Alice and Arnie noticed that the door is open and entered, Now it's time for me to go, I start to walk slowly towards the infirmary while I'm trying to warm my arms as a way to calm myself. to calm down. Already on the stairs to the nursing entrance I can hear their conversation from here, my hands are already on the doorknob and before I open the door I hear Cindy answering stuttering. — " No! I'm trying to find an answer! AS/n is very stressed about this! " She says in a desperate way so she can leave as quickly as possible, when I enter I answer her. — " I'm not, I'm perfectly fine. " This makes the rooms startle at my sudden appearance. — " Y/n! What are you doing here?! " Cindy questions me in surprise and follows me by looking at me, seeing me enter Lane's office, I start going through some drawers and find some bottles and finally find what I was looking for. — " Looking for medicine for a headache. " I answered her with a gentle smile while already taking a pill. — " Are you okay? " The tanned woman asks me worriedly and I shake my head in response. Arnie quickly grabbed the notebook that was in Tommy's hand, Tommy tried to get it back but Alice managed to catch it. — " She emerged near the meeting house. One hand amputated, lost forever. We hanged the witch, the body chained and buried. But without the hand, she still controls all these lands. Uuuh! " Alice recites the text and in the end laughs. — " This shit is about Sarah Fier. " Alice says mockingly. — " Alice! Please. " Cindy scolds her trying to get the book back but the blonde avoids it. — "When she walks near, blood is spilled. The curse will last until finally her body and hand unite." Alice adds. — " Alice.. This is Mary's diary, let's return it! " Cindy again tries to scold the girl. — " It's not just a diary, it's a map. "

— "It's what?" Cindy asks in surprise. — " The crazy nurse made a crazy map. " Alice responds, walking towards one of the beds and placing the book on top and starting to analyze it. — "It's the camp, but it looks like she wrote it over it." Alice lets out a soft laugh and puts her finger on one of the marked spots. — " Union 1666. " Alice reads. — " Union? It's Shadyside. " Cindy says making Alice look at her. — "What?" Alice questions. — " I mean, the colony before it was divided into Shadyside and Sunnyvale. " Cindy explains to the two. — " Really? " Cindy looks at Alice, indignant at the question. — "If you would only go to class." The tanned woman argues. — " So the camp was built in the same place as the colony. " Tommy connects the dots, Cindy looks at him and then goes back to looking at the map. — " Oops! Look! Look! Sarah Fier! " Arnie points out on the map a part that was written in the name, Alice and Cindy look at the indicated location. — "Look, are you thinking it's her house?" Alice asks, ironically. — "What are these X?" I ask them, looking in my direction, then Alice responds. — " There's only one way to find out. " With a mischievous smile she takes Cindy's notebook and bag and runs off with her boyfriend. — "Hey! Wait a minute! It's my bag!" . — "Are you okay?" His voice shows concern, I look at him and force a gentle smile. — " Yes, the headache is better than before but it's still here. " I answer, Tommy makes me go through the door first than him, the blonde starts to wear his red plaid blouse but before I start to go down I hear the sounds of the voices calling me, eyes to the fire and it seems more striking than normal. — " Y/n! " Cindy breaks me out of the trance by calling my name. — "Come on! They took everything!" I quicken my steps trying to follow them on their journey.

We've been walking through this forest looking for this hiding place for a few hours now, there are already two mosquitoes circling me, it's only getting worse with each passing minute, I need to be quick. Being distracted by the mosquitoes I didn't notice that a branch grabbed my skirt and I continued walking, which resulted in me almost falling and my skirt now leaving one leg exposed. I feel strong arms catch me before I could fall, I look up and see it's Tommy. — "Were you hurt?" He asks worriedly, I shake my head saying yes. — " Yes, I think I need more medicine for this pain. " I take the bottle that's in the pocket of my cold-weather shirt and take a pill. On second thought, I think it's best if I give a warning, in a discreet way. — " Tommy. " I call out to the boy, making his attention return to me. — " Yes? " He asks. — " If something happens from now on that requires sacrificing someone, would you kill them? " I question him, Tommy looks at me in shock at the question, the boy thinks before saying something. — " I don't know, why are you asking me that? Do you think something is going to happen? " He answers me with a new question, which makes me think of some way to answer him without seeming suspicious. — "We're going to Sarah Fier's possible hiding place, anything could happen, especially with those two of us leading." I respond, Tommy lets out a weak laugh before saying. — " It's true, but don't worry, nothing will probably happen. If it does, I promise I will protect you all. " He tries to bring me confidence and comfort but that only makes me more doubtful. — " Even if it's me? " Taken by surprise with this question, Tommy looks at me and stops, looking into my eyes he questions me. — "What are you trying to insinuate?" He asks me scared, I look around before answering. — " I just.. I don't know... Tommy, but if something happens and I have to, I want you to kill me. " I say it seriously, I try to hide how scared I am about the situation. — " Y/n, it's going to be okay, I promise you. " Tommy insists on getting that thought out of his head, it's better to agree, if I insist it will look more suspicious. — "Okay, you're right." I say with a fake smile.

Returning to the focus of the walk, I hear Cindy calling Alice's name looking for her. — "Alice! It's disgusting in here!" The girl says as she walks. — " We're almost there! Hang in there, Berman! " Alice responds, trying to get Cindy to relax. with the branch and looks at the hole in his clothes, swearing. — "Oh shit! Now it's ruined for good!" The girl regrets her blouse. — " Another swear word. " Tommy comments. — " Do you want me to kill you? " Cindy says threateningly in response to her boyfriend's sarcastic comment, I roll my eyes and close them tightly because of the sudden headache I feel. — " Y/n, are you okay? " Cindy asks me worriedly, I quickly open my eyes trying to hide it. — " It's okay, I'm fine. " I respond directly, I pass by the girl trying to continue going after Alice and Arnie but we are surprised by Alice's scream which leaves us worried, Cindy enters in front of everyone running after the girl screaming your name. — " Alice! " The girl runs desperately looking for the blonde, I quicken my steps trying to keep up, when we find her the blonde was coming out of a newly dug grave. — "Watch your step." Alice warns us as she cleans the dirt from her clothes and body. — "Did someone dig a grave?" Tommy questions, getting closer and analyzing the hole. — " Tombs. " Alice corrects, pointing the flashlight at several tombs scattered around the place. — " Mary... oh! Where is... " Tommy remembers and picks up the book that is lying on the floor. — "The x's, look! Look! Look! Here! She was marking where she dug." Tommy points out an assumption showing the arguments on the map, Alice comes closer and looks where it is being pointed out, she takes the notebook and turns the sheet over. — "But without her hand she can still control all these lands." Alice remembers what she had read earlier. — "The curse will last until finally the body and hand unite." Alice finishes and looks at Tommy. — "Maybe Mary was after the hand." The blonde suggests and turns the page to one with the image of the witch cutting off her hand. — " To break the curse. " Tommy adds. — " The curse that made her daughter go crazy. " Alice adds even more and then Cindy interrupts. — "Guys, come on! This is ridiculous!" She argues, laughing. — "Yeah. I'm going to take a piss." Arnie agrees and leaves the place. Tommy walks away from Alice, thoughtful about the conversation. — " Lend me that. " Alice asks but before Tommy can hand it over, Cindy enters the middle, taking the book, standing in front of her ex-friend. — " You can stay. But first, return the drugs. " Cindy puts a condition on the situation.

— "If Mary took it and went crazy, these drugs are very dangerous!" Cindy defends herself, making Alice laugh mockingly. — " Good God! What happened to you? Remember when we had fun? Before you became a snitch. " Alice starts to get closer and her tone changes to a little threatening. —" Forget that story. ", Cindy orders. — " It's easy for you to say, you lying traitor. " Before Alice could say anything else, Arnie appears saying he found something. — " I found the witch's house. " He says with a smile on his face as if he had just found a treasure. We went towards the place and found a chapel and stairs that led to somewhere underground, Arnie plays with almost making Alice fall which causes him to get pushed in response. — " Hey Sarah! Do you have candy down there? " Alice asks mockingly. — " We're high and hungry. " Alice says. — " Sarah Fier!! " The blonde screams making my ears hurt. — " Enough! We've seen enough. " Cindy tries to end the walk here but is not heard. — " So go home, Berman, look, I didn't come all this way for nothing, okay? " Alice responds, feigning false sympathy and then gives Cindy the middle finger, the girl starts to go down the stairs. — "Are you crazy?! " Cindy asks, indignant at the blonde's attitude. — " Alice! " Cindy calls her for the second time and tries to call her again but is ignored. When she enters the place she finds several candles, plants, hanging objects, and finds a candle that was recently lit. — " It looks like someone was down here! " She tells us, Cindy is the first to go down and the rest of us followed. — " And it's been a short time. " Alice adds after touching the candle, we begin to analyze the place, seeing things stuck and disorganized. When I enter the cave, I started analyzing all the places in this cave, hanging things, herbs and other things that I don't know about, Alice finds a small entrance. — " Hey Sarah Fier! If you're here, say something! " Alice shouts trying to get the attention of a person who is already dead, she looks back before entering and says. — "Maybe she's shy" she says jokingly, Alice sneaks in, Cindy catches her attention and goes after her. — " Alice! Damn! " Cindy runs towards the blonde making the rest of the group go along leaving me alone. When I look to the side I find the ax with other tools next to it, I better sit far away, it seems that the amount of mosquitoes has increased. It's close. I sit a few meters away from the tools, this cave doesn't give me many options. I touch the wound on my head, it has stopped bleeding but it still hurts, the headache is back and now it is stronger than ever and none of these medicines will help! Crap! Please Tommy, Cindy,

— " Come on Alice! I hope Joan fucking still has herbs if we pay. " Arnie calls Alice, shit! Arnie you idiot! I don't know if this urge to punch you is my anger or if I'm already starting to get possessed. Arnie leaves on the other side of the cave while Alice stays. — " We're leaving, let's go, man. " Arnie says to me, getting closer, I don't respond with my eyes closed so as not to lose concentration, I hear Arnie getting closer to me. — " Hey! Are you okay, man? " Arnie tries to get my attention again. — " Hi? " Another attempt but I don't respond, I failed, it's too late. Arnie claps his hands in front of my face. — " Hi? " He tries a second time. I continue my focus on the conversation in the cave next door. — " I have to show you something. " Alice says. — " This place... it has no end! " Cindy tries to show something but Alice interrupts saying that it was for now. Alice starts saying the names of the Shadyside killers that are written on the cave wall. — "Mary's daughter.." Cindy says. — "Yeah, I don't need to go to class to know these names." Cindy is silent so Tommy responds. — " The Shadyside killers.. " He says, realizing. — " Taking one. " Alice points with the flashlight at my name written on the wall. — " Y/n? " Cindy questions showing indignation. — " Alice, that's not funny! " Tommy scolds her. — "Do you think I carved our friend's name into the solid stone with my nails?" Alice argues, leaving them both silent. I feel my body lifting even though I haven't thought anything about getting up, oh no, shit! Please let's go quickly!! — " Y/n? " Arnie calls me for the third time and I still don't answer him, in fact I can't answer him, I can't speak, something stops me. — " Hi?.. I don't know what you used but I could share. " Arnie taps my shoulder and that makes me finally open my eyes, passing my hand through the tools I remove the ax and analyze it as it arrives. closer and closer to Arnie, no!! No no!! How do you make it stop?! How do I stop walking? I hear Tommy calling my name but I unintentionally ignore him, Arnie looks back seeing me with an ax in my hands which makes him confused. — "What are you doing?" He asks me, still mocking, with each step I take I get closer to him and hold the ax tightly, upon realizing such an approach his smile fades and he calls my name worriedly but I use all my strength my strength stops pulling the ax and hitting him right in the head, drops of his blood fly to my face, even with his body lying on the ground I hit him again opening a second gap in his face and once again I hit him, third, I feel my stomach drop seeing the scene I'm causing. I can hear the girls scared and Tommy trying to pull them away, when I look back I see that the flashlight is pointed in my direction, I turn completely towards the three of them making them see my face covered in blood. Alice is in shock looking at the body of her dead boyfriend, Cindy looks at me completely terrified and Tommy is bewildered and with his arms only around the two girls, Cindy lets out a scream when she sees my face so Tommy pulls them both to enter again the cave full of names. My steps are faster than normal, I'm walking towards them who are knocking over the bookcase to open an exit, Cindy, seeing my face again, screams, Tommy starts shouting for the two to come in, pushing them to make it go faster , but I'm also quick, when Tommy comes in I grab two of his legs with hatred and pull them towards me, he starts to struggle and the girls try to pull him back, in the middle of our fight Tommy kicks my face hard, making I let go of him and hit my head against the wall and that made me retreat back as thousands of rocks started to fall towards the entrance.

After all the rocks fell, I realized that I managed to regain half of my consciousness! I can have a little control over my body but I don't think it will last for long. I wipe the blood from my nose, I never imagined I would get kicked in the face, especially by Tommy. — "Did you hear that?" Alice said from the other side, managing to hear my heavy breathing. — "Is she still alive?" Tommy asks, looking relieved but at the same time worried. — " She's trapped. " Alice says, trying to calm down, trying to calm down. — " She's trapped. " She says again, I pick up the ax that's just beside me and look at the blood that's on it. — " I.. I'm a monster. " I whisper in a tone loud enough for them to hear, but I'm not talking to them, I need to get out of here and kill Nick Goode. I'm sorry Ziggy. I leave the room of names and quickly go up the stairs with the ax in my right hand. I just stop climbing to catch my breath, I don't have much time, and I feel like I'm being possessed again.

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ghostysfics · 2 years

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| Almost | Tommy Slater x Gender Neutral Reader

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

Summary under the gif ⬇️

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

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

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

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

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

—Flashback to earlier that day—

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

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

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

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

"Y/n..?" He turns to face you.

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

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

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

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

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

"I'd love to."

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

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

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

SLASH!

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

You almost made it.

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

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

"Y/n?" He asks, his voice shaky.

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

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

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

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

Then there was the axe.

SPLATTER!

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

(Sorry for this one guys - ghostysfics 💛)

#tommy slater #tommy slater x reader #fear street part 2: 1978 #thomas slater x reader #thomas slater #fear street x reader #fear street fanfic

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cyruslvjys · 10 months

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Fear Street Headcanons - 1994 and 1978

1. Deena Johnson

— lesbian (canon)

— all pronouns

— genderfluid

— used to like horror movies before everything happened

— loved "protecting" sam when watching horror movies

— loves thunderstorms

2. Samantha Fraser

— lesbian (canon)

— she/they

— gxrl, transfem

— was always scared of horror movies

— secretly loved being "protected" by sam when watching horror movies

— she seems like she'd like jewelry- buy this girl a necklace. and make it pink, i forgot to mention. she likes pink.

3. Josh Johnson

— demisexual

— he and any internet/tech related neopronouns

— genderqueer, transandro

— CREEP BY RADIOHEAD

— it took a while after the whole thing with kate happened but eventually him and QueenOfAirAndDarkness fell in love

4. Kate Schmidt

— bisexual

— she/they

— bigender (girl and nonbinary)

— As and Bs student definitely

— she probably drinks coffee daily

— reads to fall asleep

— probably in a queerplatonic relationship with simon

5. Simon Kalivoda

— pansexual

— he/they

— demiboy

— paints his nails regularly

— favorite color is blue

— hangs out with kate a lot, they're probably in a queerplatonic relationship

6. Cindy Berman

— lesbian (i believe this was canon)

— she/they

— nonbinary

— when watching movies she will say stuff like "oh hes cute" but shes secretly looking at the boy's girlfriend

— had a hard time accepting alice's death, not only because they were best friends but because she loved them more than that

7. Tommy Slater

— gay

— he/him

— xenic

— genuinely did care about cindy, but wasn't in love with her. they both were "dating" to hide their real identities.

— the ass grabbing and all that stuff they totally scripted that to make their "relationship" more realistic to the public (things were hard in 1978)

8. Ziggy Berman

— abrosexual

— she/he

— bigender (girl and boy)

— hates polo shirts with all her heart

— loves rainbows tho

— he doesn't have a favorite color, she loves every color

— she prefers snacks like cheetos or twinkies, but if pizza is available she'll take that too

— ziggy is his chosen name, please dont deadname her :)

9. Nick Goode

— reclaims queer, other than that he doesn't label his sexuality.

— he/him

— probably some sort of xenogender but he doesn't want to look into it

— genuinely does love ziggy

— he didn't tell anyone other than ziggy that he's queer

— red is his favorite color

— he didn't want to do the whole ritual thing at first but as he got older he was more willing

10. Alice Hart

— bisexual

— they/them

— nonbinary

— hair has to be short. they cant deal with long hair

— paints their nails black regularly

— they're the only one in the group whos not afraid of who they are, but they hide their identity because they dont want to make their friends uncomfortable. they're really considerate

— genuinely did love arnie but had feelings for cindy too

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itsfuntobeavampiree · 1 year

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Hello! First Post on this profile even tho I've been on the app for a little while now. I wanted to get familiar with how everything works and how other people work round the app before i Ieave you with my poor grammar, lazy, confusing write ups. Anyways let's get to know me first.

My names Billie and I identify as whatever the fuck I want ( having an identity crisis) please use she/her or he/him. My age is prohibited at the momento. I'm bri'ish, I like to write but can't get myself to finish a story (never ever look at my wattpad)

What I will do:fluff/angst/smut/polyamory

Reader: male!reader/fem!reader/gn!reader/nb!reader/child!reader

Fandoms I will write for:

Fear street(94,78,66)

Deena

Sam

Kate

Simon

Nick

Ziggy

Cindy

Tommy

Alice

Arnie

Sarah

Mad thomas

Isaac

Hannah

Lizzie

Slashers

Michael myers (Rob zombies aswell)

Ghostface( stu macher, Billy loomis)

Billy lenz

Brahms heelshire

Jason voorhees

Freddy krueger

Candyman

Vincent sinclair

Bo sinclair

Lester sinclair

Hannibal (anthony)

(Those are the few I recognise bc I watch alot of horror but not alot of known slashers)

The lost boys

David

Dwayne

Paul

Marko

Michael

Star

Laddie(platoniccccc)

Sam(platonic?)

Max

Lucy

Beatles

John

Paul

George

Ringo

Eddsworld

Edd

Tom

Matt

Tord

Eduado

Mark

Jon

Paul

Patryck

Bill and ted

Bill

Ted

(Lol)

Inbetweeners

Simon

Neil

Will

Jay

Heads up! I am one of those writers who will disappear out of nowhere and then just come back to write a 100 word little smut oneshot LMAO.

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https-maxine-stuff · 1 year

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“The brightest star on the darkest night.”

Eight.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

Tw: themes of ptsd, hallucinations, mentions of injuries, survivors guilt, vomiting and being underwater

Italics other than diary entries represent past memories

September 17th, 1978

Dear Diary, it's been nearly two months since the camp Nightwing incident. Honestly, these scars are pretty bad ass, but I still see him in my sleep, when I close my eyes.

I can feel the cold metal against my skin every now and again. I'm scared of the dark, I'm scared to sleep, I'm scared to even breathe.

I feel like I'm going to explode, I'll loose control one of these days I just know it.

- Maxine.

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"I'm going to the store." Her mothers voice was soft as she poked her head through the door, the brunette nodded her head in response but that was about it. "I love you, Max."

The sound of her mothers steps getting quieter let her breathe for a moment. She barely left the house, she wasn't left alone a majority of the time, it was honestly draining at this point, they treated her like a child who was accident prone.

The creaking of her mattress made her skin crawl, her eyes had less of a light to them, like it was fading in and out. Staring at the mirror too long hurt, it felt wrong to be able to see herself, it didn't feel like her.

The thing that was looking back at her wasn't her, it was dull, pale even, it's eyes sunken in as it stared lazily back at her.

She slowly entered the bathroom, it was cold and unwelcoming to its visitors, or well her. The tiles were stained this ugly yellow color, the walls were peeling.

She stared at the tub in-front of her, her hand hovered over the handle, an internal debate filling her mind. She turned it as the water began to hit the tubs bottom.

The water was warm, it was comforting.

"Please you need to get out of bed, Max." Nick stared at her, she didn't mutter a word. "Say something! Please, you are practically rotting in this bed." Maxine's eyes drifted towards him, she blinked in response and then looked back towards the wall.

She sat there, knees pressed to her chest as the water around her sloshed and then settled. It was quiet, so quiet. She didn't pay attention to the buzzing of the old light, instead she focused on the water.

Untucking her knees from her chest she laid back in the water, her eyes closed as she let the warmth consume her. The pressure to her chest seemed to get heavier, the sounds of distant footsteps, she rose up blinking as the water slowly dripped down her face.

"Max! Baby where are you?" Her mothers voice could be heard.

She opened her mouth to say something but closed it instead.

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"So how have you been since your last visit?" The therapist in-front of her asked.

"..."

"You need to speak to me eventually, Maxine. I know what happened to you was hard, but you have to talk about it."

"Kids died, parents lost their children." She spoke. "And I couldn't- I couldn't help those kids.. I-" her voice began to break. "I could've done more."

"You did what you could've."

"No- I couldn't save them! Tommy- sweet Tommy.. he- that wasn't him, you know?" She met the therapist's eyes.

"He had a mental break, it happens."

"He was fine that morning- Tommy was a virgin- he- he smiled all the time, you could ask anyone.. not a single thing was wrong with Tommy up until after dinner.."

"Maxine..."

"..."

"What happened to you that day, we need to talk about that." She looked to the wall behind the man.

"I- I wore a white dress.."

"Yes then?" She swallowed the lump in her throat.

"I was doing my rounds and I went back to my cabin, a few minutes later Ziggy came in.. Shelia had burned her."

"Who's Shelia?"

"A Sunnyvaler, a camper.."

"Why did she burn, Ziggy?"

She furrowed her brows but nothing came to mind. "I don't know."

"What happened next?"

"We were getting ready for the color war." She could remember Jeremy's smiling face, how brightly he was smiling. He was so excited to be the jailer. "Me- Me and Tommy had just handed off the flags,, we-" she could recall touch Tommy's face that day, how warm he was.

"You what?"

"We spoke, he- he had been zoned out.. flies around him the light leaving his eyes a few times.. I told him to rest.. he had just been attacked by, Nurse Lane."

"Yes, the police report does indicate that.." he looked down at his board scribbling something down.

Maxine stared at him, "I saw my- my boyfriend, he and Ziggy had locked Shelia in the outhouse." She laughed a little.

"Why? Was it revenge for earlier?"

"Yes..they Carrie'd her with bugs.. it was funny.." she sniffled.

"Did Ziggy and Nick ever..?"

"No, they were just friends." She said.

"Okay.." he scribbled something down. "What happened after that?"

"I was patrolling for any lost campers..or incase some one was hurt, ya know? Our nurse was out of commission." She looked down. "I saw Tommy in the distance, he was quiet, then he stepped into the light...but he wasn't Tommy, that- he wasn't.." her breathing got a little quicker, as she spoke.

"I froze,, like a deer in headlights. I was frozen like my mind was trying to come up with a good plan, everything slowed and I was suddenly aware of how close he was." She felt her entire body go numb as she looked at the therapist, she didn't see him instead she saw Tommy.

"Maxine?" His voice was glitched, and twisted. "Maxine?" He placed a hand on her leg and she screamed.

"No! No! Get away! Get away!" She curled up to herself hiding towards the corner of the couch.

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"Jose, she yelled at the Therapist, she screamed like she was getting murdered!" Her mothers voice broke.

"I'm aware, Marie, I'm aware." Their voices echoed throughout the house, tears filled her eyes as she closed her eyes.

"W̷̫͌h̸̹͒y̸̹̐ ̵̐͜d̴͑͜i̵͎̚d̵̼̒n̶̲͊'̴͉͑ṯ̸̀ ̵̬̓y̴̤̓o̴̼̅u̵͔̓ ̷̢̃s̶̥͆ã̴̻v̶̧̌e̴̳͋ ̷̱̎u̵̓ͅs̷̤̋?̷̣͐" her eyes drifted towards the voice.

“..Stacy?” The young girl stared at her, her once brown eyes now dull and empty. She was missing limbs.

“Ÿ̷̼́ö̷̗́ṷ̵̚ ̴̳̌c̶̥̈́o̵͚͊ụ̶͘l̷̛̥d̷̟̑’̴̯͒v̵̹̏e̵͙̾ ̸̖͊s̸͓͛a̵̻͂v̴̜́e̶̜̓d̶̞́ ̶̠̏u̴̬͆s̴̹̆,̸͓͝ ̷͍̃C̷͚̐ŏ̶̱û̴̡n̴̹͂s̸̮͊e̴͐ͅl̴͖͂ọ̷̀r̸̲̍ ̵̩̎H̸͔̀e̶̙̅a̵͈͊r̸̹̂t̶̯͝f̴̰̏ò̸͇r̵̠͂d̴̫͝.̸̧͋.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” She closed her eyes and covered her ears.

“D̵͍̚o̶̯̍n̴̺͒’̷̦̑t̷̟̎ ̸̟̓i̵̲͛g̸̲̈n̶͔͑ǒ̵͈r̶̢̾ë̵̮́ ̶̱͘m̶̯͂ẹ̴̀.̴̢͂ ̷͙͑Ỵ̷͝ó̸̪u̵͍̍ ̵͓̀c̸͖̐à̴͍n̸̗͠’̷͙̚t̴̰̔ ̶̪̽ḭ̷̐g̶̜͊n̷͇̆ó̸̻r̵̪͗e̴̡̋ ̴̅ͅy̸͈̏ȯ̵͙u̶͌͜r̷̯̾ ̸̲̽C̶̪͗O̸͍̓N̵̛͓S̵̊͜E̴̹̔Q̷̠͂U̶͕̎Ḙ̸͊N̷̲̕C̴͙̒Ë̶̙S̵̤͝ ̷̰͠.”

“You- you aren’t real, you aren’t real.” She took in deep breathes and everything was quiet.

She opened her eyes once more and looked around the room, now empty. Max felt the bile rising in her throat, the gagging sound she made as she leaned over to her trash can.

Emptying her stomach contents into it, she looked down at it, then looked away.

To be alive is one thing, but to live is another.

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