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Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 8

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

The reader is taking on the position of a camp counselor at the infamous Camp Crystal Lake. While she begins to enjoy her summer, even crushing on the camp director Joel, a killer lurks in the woods unbeknownst to anyone.

Annie leaned her elbows on the top of a long, oversized freezer and tapped a pen against her inventory list. “How many more boxes of ice cream sandwiches should I get?” She whispered to herself, snapping the bubblegum in her mouth.

Her eyes stared down at the number twenty beside the bomb pops and she shrugged and jotted the same number down.

“Good enough for now, I guess.”

Annie reached down and lifted the lid on the freezer, taking a final glance at the stacks of ice cream boxes. She then slammed the top again and locked it up before making one last lap around the kitchen.

Through the serving window that gave a view of the mess hall, Annie saw the lights turn off in the oversized cafeteria. Her eyebrows pressed together and she crossed the way, glancing out through the open space.

“Hello?” Annie’s eyes moved left to right, eyeing the collection of picnic tables that had suddenly become encompassed with darkness.

Nothing. No response.

Are they on a timer? She wondered.

Annie wandered a few feet to the door that led out into the dining area and flung it open.

“Joel?” She called out.

Again, nothing.

To the left her fingers found a switch on the wall and she flicked the lights back on, taking in her surroundings with a shrug.

Annie sighed before heading back into the kitchen to retrieve her paperwork. When she turned back around, the lights in the dining area were off again.

“Okay,” she said to herself, shaking her head. Annie hurried through the open door this time, shouting, “Ha, ha! You're so funny!” She stopped and listened. There wasn't a sound. “You don't want to mess with the person who handles your food,” Annie teased, shouting out loud in the empty room.

Nothing.

After another few seconds of silence she reached an arm back into the kitchen area and turned off the lights before locking the door. Her eyes continued to scan the area for the prankster responsible for trying to spook her.

Annie held her papers under one arm and twirled the lanyard of her keys with her opposite hand. She blew a bubble and let it pop before deciding the head back to the main cabin.

She began her trek toward the door that led outside and about halfway through her walk, the lights went out again; only this time she was left in total darkness without the aid of the kitchen light. Annie froze, unable to see much of anything.

“Alright, cut it out!” She called out.

Annie felt her heart rate pick up. She was certain someone was playing a joke on her, but all the same being in the center of a dark room with no idea who was around had her on edge. Ralph came to mind. Jason came to mind. It was easy for the mind to drift to all kinds of worse case scenarios.

With a huff of a breath, Annie continued on her way, power walking toward the door that led outside between a row of picnic tables. When she heard a faint noise echo off the walls of the empty room, her feet moved faster.

Where did the noise come from? Annie wasn't sure. She hurried with more urgency, glancing over her shoulder once. Was someone else in there? There had to be.

She breathed heavily, trying not to scare herself and rushed to the partially open door. Right beside it was a light switch and Annie reached her hand out and flipped it. At the same time she turned and glanced around at the now-illuminated mess hall.

Fuck. Annie half-expected to see one of her coworkers standing there laughing or waving with a smile. But no one was there to cash in on their late-night prank.

“Fuck this,” she whispered. Annie sighed and composed herself before flipping the switch back off and heading out of the door. She began to lock it and could see the lights on in the main cabin a couple hundred yards away through the trees. Her guard let down again.

When the door was secured, Annie turned to head back but stopped when she came face-to-face with a tall, shadowy figure. She gasped at the sight of his presence and stepped back, only to be met by a hand to the throat.

Annie’s eyes widened when she recognized the machete in the ogre of a man’s hand. And then she truly, for the first time, recognized the hockey mask.

This is a joke; it has to be. Annie opened her mouth to scream as he raised the machete and her inventory papers dropped to the ground below.

“Who’s up for another fire?” Jeff asked, finishing off the last bite of his hot dog. He sat at the big, wooden kitchen table with everyone and wiped away a stray blob of ketchup from his lip.

“I'm in!” Vicky said with a smile. She nudged Mark, “You?”

“I'm in training,” he teased, though agreed with a nod when she gave him puppy dog eyes.

“Nah,” Sandra joked, prompting Jeff to roll his eyes at her.

“Don't drink too much,” Joel urged, “Before we get to painting, and before it gets hot, I have a hike planned for the morning.”

“Even me?” Mark asked, wheeling his wheelchair back and forth.

“Me and you are teaming up.”

“I'm in.” Mark smiled a contagious smile. He then turned to Vicky. “Don't get me drunk.”

“Cross my heart,” she told him with a grin, making the motion across her chest.

“What do you say Teri?” Scott asked, raising his eyebrows across the table. He took a bite of his burger.

“I could, I guess.” She shrugged. As much as Mark and Vicky seemed into one another, Vicky seemed very disinterested in Scott. Still, he was trying.

“Enjoy everyone,” Joel said, glancing subtly at me. “I'm getting an early night's sleep.”

“Afraid of Jason,” Ted commented with a thumb’s up. “Got it boss.”

Everyone chuckled and Joel humored them with a smile. “Just make it back to the cabin in one piece.”

“Will do,” Sandra said. She looked at me and then to Joel. “You coming or staying?” She whispered.

I shrugged and said quietly back, “I'll feel it out.”

As everyone wrapped up eating, I volunteered to grab their used paper plates and began to clear the table.

“You coming?” Jeff asked me, eager to head outside. He reached into the pocket of his cargo shorts and retrieved a blue lighter, flicking it on and off.

“Yeah I'll be down in a few,” I said, not sure if I could fulfill that promise. I held a hand out for his plate and he draped an arm around Sandra's shoulders before leading the way out the front door with the rest of the group behind him.

Joel helped clean up, retrieving condiments that were left in the center of the table.

“Thanks for helping clean up,” he said.

“No problem.” My eyes lifted toward the door, seeing the screen gently slam against the door frame as the last of them headed out into the night.

I took it upon myself to wipe the table down after tossing the plates in the garbage.

“You going outside?” Joel finally asked as I tossed some paper towels into the garbage can beside the kitchen island.

“I'm a little tired,” I said to him with a barely-there grin.

“It's been a long day.” Joel grinned back and then gave a little chuckle.

I laughed lightly with him. “It has.”

“You know,” he closed the distance between us, “I don't know if we’ll have this cabin alone much in the future.”

“You're probably right.”

Joel nodded and pulled me to him when he was within an arm's reach. Making out with him was addicting. Our lips met for the third time that day in a fiery, fighting for survival kind of way. I had never kissed anyone like that.

“Your room or mine?” I whispered against his lips.

“I was just about to ask you,” he said back, pecking my lips. “My bed is a queen.”

“I have a twin.” I gave a laugh.

“Well, I guess that settles that.” Joel reached for my hand and I took it. “You sure you don't want to go out to the fire?”

I grinned as he looked over his shoulder. “I'm pretty content right here.”

He flicked off the main switch to the downstairs area, leaving just a light on above the sink and then towed me up the wooden staircase.

Is this actually happening? I had butterflies in my stomach and felt my phone buzz in my pocket. I was sure it was Sandra but I didn't reach for it.

When Joel pulled me into his room and his lips crashed against mine again, my arms linked around his broad shoulders.

This is going to be the best summer of life!

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Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 7

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

The night was low key. I could tell everyone was at least a little tired from working, and playing, in the hot sun all day. Mark sat on the porch with a book in his lap, and as I entered the cabin from exploring the grounds a little I saw Vicki wander over to sit beside him.

When I entered the cabin, Jeff and Sandra sat in the living room toying with an old record player. Scott laid the length of the couch with his hands behind his head and his eyes closed. I saw he had an ear pod in and was gently bobbing his head to whatever music was playing.

Joel looked over his shoulder from where he was retrieving hot dogs and hamburgers from the fridge and smirked subtly at me as I entered. I smiled back and toyed with a few stray strands of hair by my forehead.

“(Y/N),” Sandra called, waving me over.

I wandered over toward where she held a few albums in her arm like a pair of books. “Hey, did you guys get in trouble?” I asked quietly.

She shook her head. “Nah. Joel just told us not to go back over there.”

“Did you see anything creepy?”

“We didn't get that far,” Jeff claimed. “The cop picked us up before we could go inside any of the old cabins.”

“Anyone want burgers or dogs?” Joel asked aloud. He held a package of hotdogs in the air as we all glanced over.

Jeff held a hand up and then Sandra did the same. I gave a nod and Scott sat up from where he laid.

“Food?” He asked, removing his ear pods.

Joel snickered and confirmed with a nod. “Food.”

Annie appeared at the top of the open staircase toying with her damp, towel-dried hair. “Shower’s free if anyone needs to get in.” Her croc-clad feet peppered down the stairs. “I'll be back in a little bit.”

“You want anything to eat?” Joel asked her.

“I made myself a big salad about an hour ago,” she claimed. “And I'll probably have a s'more or two when I get back.”

“Beware of Ralph,” Joel said to her, half-kidding.

“Ha ha.” Annie threw her hair up into a high bun. “If I see him, I'll give him an ice cream sandwich. I'm going to check out the ice cream inventory.”

“Take a break,” Joel encouraged. “Do it in the morning.”

She waved a hand at him. “I'll be twenty minutes.”

“Mark,” Jeff shouted through the screen of the porch window. “You guys want hot dogs and burgers?”

“One of each for me,” he called back.

“I'll take a cheeseburger if you're offering,” Vicki said next.

“You hear that boss?” Jeff asked Joel.

“Loud and clear.”

“Where's Teri?” I looked around the open floor plan.

“Upstairs,” Sandra claimed.

“Anyone want to give me a hand bringing some of this stuff out to the grill?” Joel asked.

Jeff began to raise his hand but Sandra nudged his stomach with her elbow.

“Ow,” he said quietly, glancing at her.

“Go,” Sandra whispered to me, as Joel nonchalantly retrieved cheese, lettuce and tomato from the fridge.

I chuckled and cleared my throat. “I'll help,” I volunteered.

“Great, thanks,” Joel said back.

I gazed at Sandra and we shared a smirk. I pulled her in to whisper discreetly. “We need to talk later.”

“What happened?” She whispered back.

“I'll tell you later.”

Joel and I made eye contact across the room and I wandered over to grab two oversized dishes he’d laid out. When he placed a knife on top of them I glanced up at him.

“Might need you to slice a tomato or two while I heat up the grill,” he explained.

“No problem.” I retrieved the lettuce and tomato, scooped up the plates and followed him out the back door onto a little deck. The light by the back door illuminated the grilling area as the atmosphere darkened under the cover of the trees.

I placed the plates down on a small table beside the grill and retrieved a tomato as Joel squatted to turn the gas tank on. My back was to him as I began to slice the red sphere. My body stiffened and I felt a rush of adrenaline power through me when Joel’s hand topped mine on the knife. His body brushed up against mine and I let out a breath without looking back.

Joel’s hand pressed down and I went with the motion, cutting the tomato once, twice, three times.

“You’re very good at that,” he practically purred in my ear. Feeling his breath land against my neck as he spoke made me weak in the knees, and my toes curled beneath my white Nikes.

I swallowed hard, taking completely off guard but also totally on board with Joel’s advances. “Thank you,” I choked out.

“I knew how you felt about me the second I met you,” he spoke quietly. His fingers tucked a few stray strands of hair behind my ear.

There was no use in denying it. “How?” I whispered back.

“A man can tell.”

A man. He certainly was a man. The tumultuous emotions that brewed inside of me were unlike anything I’d ever felt before when it came to sex, romance and dating. My whole body was hot and if there would have been no repercussions I would have uncharacteristically turned and jumped his bones right there.

The knife left my hand and he turned my body to face his. Joel dove in for a kiss, an extension of what was interrupted in the shed by the sheriff earlier in the day. I had been thinking about it ever since.

Can anyone see us? The concern was a fleeting one and I continued to indulge in him until Joel was the one to pull back with a breath. When he proceeded to peck my lips just after I wasn’t ready for it and simply closed my eyes without reciprocating. His hand landed on the side of my face and my eyes flickered open again. Joel let out a breath through his nose.

“Are you involved with anyone?” he asked.

I shook my head. “No. Are.. you?”

Joel mirrored my response. “No.”

“Good.” I laughed lightly as I said that.

“You, uh.. You want to agree to a summer romance?”

I laughed a little louder and Joel laughed with me. “What are the terms of that?”

“Why don’t we make them right now?”

“Okay.” I felt my body heat up even more and I couldn’t keep a wide grin from my face.

“Don’t pursue anyone else at the camp.” The statement came out sort of as a question, “And I won’t either.”

I nodded. That was more than reasonable. “I’ll agree to that.”

“Unless you’re not into this once we try-”

“I’m into it,” I said right away, making him chuckle. I added, “A man really can tell, I guess because I’m.. very into this.”

“Good.” Joel smirked, “Because I am, too.” He pulled me back to him and our lips met again. I could feel him smiling into the kiss the same way I was.

“Do we have to keep this, like, a secret?” I asked.

“Doesn’t Sandra already know?”

My eyes widened and I swallowed hard. “Well.. not.. Exactly.”

“She’s smart,” Joel said with a smirk, “She knows.”

“Well, she’s suspected.. I didn’t say anything.”

“We’re all adults here,” he reminded me, “I’m just the organizer of this place. You all seem like good workers so there’s no favoritism.” Joel toyed with my hair again, “As long as you’re not embarrassed about it, it doesn’t bother me.”

“Why would I be embarrassed?”

“Because of our age difference.”

I laughed lightly, “No guys in their twenties made me feel what you’ve made me feel in the short time I’ve known you.”

Joel looked pleased by my words and smiled smally, mostly to himself. It almost looked like he was giving himself props in his mind. It made me chuckle again.

“So.” He held a hand out in front of him, “Do we agree to the terms?”

I glanced down and shook his hand. “I agree.”

“And you’re a townie, like me,” Joel added. “So, if things go really well, maybe we can even go apple picking in the fall.”

My heart grew a size. “I’ll be around.”

“Good.” He leaned in and kissed me lips again as he reached for a spatula.

“Good.”

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Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 6

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

Hours went by. The sun rose and dipped closer to the horizon. Painting turned into playing. Playing turned into swimming. At the end of the shift, the lifeguard stand and the tops of the docks had a fresh coat of paint. The docks, themselves, were fully assembled.

I saw Sandra tug on Jeff’s blue tank top. She whispered something to him, he shook his head with a smirk and then after calling him a, “chicken shit,” he snickered and followed her into the woods through the trees.

The rest of the staff had made their way out of hiding, so to speak, all eager to take a dip in the lake after a day of sun and sweat. It turned into a mini party on our own private beach.

I stared at Joel in his mesh shorts in all of his shirtless glory. He had been forced into the water when the guys threw him in as a joke and had tossed his soaked shirt up on the lifeguard stand. I knew right then, with regard to what Sandra had asked me in the shed, that my answer would definitely be yes.

I took a break from chicken fights, lounging on the dock and wading in the lake to head back up to the shed. A stroke of paranoia hit me when I realized I hadn't seen the key Joel had given Sandra and me since earlier that day.

I sighed to myself when I saw the gold key still set in the center of the doorknob.

“Good.” I spoke the word to myself.

“What's good?” Joel asked, making me whip around.

I jumped, not hearing him come up, and then smiled and blushed, as I typically did when in his company.

“Sorry.” Joel laughed. “I didn't mean to scare you.”

“That's okay.” I shook my head and looked back at him and smiled.

“I know you have more knowledge of this place than the others,” he guessed and then gave a small grin and teased, “Not scared of Camp Crystal Lake, are you?”

I was still grinning but shrugged, “I grew up hearing stories about this place. I know “Camp Blood” is right around the corner.”

“You gonna last all summer?” Joel leaned an arm on the doorframe and I took a step back into the shed, still staring him down.

“I'll last.”

“Yeah?” He took a step in, passing by the open doorway.

The next part happened all at once. My brain was unable to process that it was really happening when Joel pulled me to him by the hand. Instinctively my arms wrapped around him and our lips locked in a sneaky makeout session as if we were teenagers.

I saw stars from that first kiss. I thought of myself as a rather boring person; a rule follower. So, when this unorthodox romance unsuspectingly bloomed right in front of my face, I was on cloud nine. No kiss that I'd experienced had ever been that hot.

My eyes didn't open for a second or two when Joel’s lips parted from mine; though he still held me close. “I'm not supposed to be fraternizing with the staff,” he whispered, making me laugh lightly and open my eyes.

“I won't tell,” I said quietly, making him grin into another smoldering kiss inside the sweltering shed.

I'm kissing my boss! He's hot! Omg! My mind was reeling with cliche phrases as we carried on.

“Joel,” I snuck his name in the middle of it and immediately regretted it when his lips left mine.

“I crossed a line-” he began but I cut him off.

“No.” I shook my head and smiled so he knew I was okay, “No. It's not that. I just.. wow.” I actually said ‘wow’ out loud and hated myself for it.

“Oh, shit.” Joel looked out a small window behind me and made a face.

“What?”

“Sheriff is here. What the fuck does he want?”

“The sheriff?” I took a breath and looked up at him, annoyed that he might have to leave the small, hot space we shared.

Joel grinned at me, “Are you.. are you okay.. with this?”

I smirked again and nodded. “I've never done anything like this.”

Joel laughed and then glanced out the window again as the sheriff grew closer. And then I saw Sandra and Jeff walking solemnly behind him, exchanging glances.

What happened? I wondered.

Joel reached for a stray bucket of paint, mostly as a prop, and popped out of the shed. “What can I do for you, officer?” He asked, drawing the man's attention toward him.

I wandered out of the shed behind him, welcomed by the much cooler air.

“You the guy who runs this place?” The husky, mustached man asked.

He nodded and extended a hand. “Joel Miller.”

“I found two of your people over at them abandoned cabins,” the officer said, using his thumb to motion to Jeff and Sandra. “Camp Blood. Sniffing around. It's private property.”

“Sir, we didn't mean,” Jeff began but Joel put up a hand.

“I'll handle this, Jeff.”

The officer glanced back at Jeff and then to Joel, again. Annie wandered over and stood beside Joel, attempting to be friendly.

“Is everything okay?” She asked.

“I just might get a warrant against this place,” the officer threatened, making both of them straighten up.

“Oh really?” Joel asked.

“Look Joel, you've got a good reputation. You want to create a safe haven here for the summer for some kids. The town supports that, we all want that. But, you're too close. It's been quiet for a long time here,” he glanced at Jeff and Sandra again, “And we want to keep it that way.”

“So do I, officer.” He gave a parental look to the two of them, causing Jeff to make a face. Sandra tied the sand with her sneaker.

There was a pause and it appeared as if the officer was waiting for Joel to do something as he stood staring at him with his hands on his hips.

“Why don't you two go back to the main cabin,” Joel told them. “Get washed up and I'll be in in a few minutes to speak with you.”

Sandra nodded, catching my glance for a moment, and gave Joel a nod.

“Sorry Mr. Miller,” Jeff added for good measure in a way that was purposely boyish.

“You're not even going to reprimand them?” The sheriff asked, “No punishment?”

“Annie,” Joel said, glancing over to her.

“Yeah?”

“No seconds on dessert for Jeff and Sandra tonight.”

I tried my best to hold back a laugh when the sheriff's jaw dropped at Joel’s nonchalant ‘punishment’. He then waved his hands and stormed off. When he was far enough away I finally let out a little laugh.

“Well, that was interesting,” Annie said, high-fiving Joel.

He shook his head and rolled his eyes. “I better go talk to them.”

“So two of our people get hauled in because ten years ago some girl panicked and fell out of a canoe?” She went on, beginning to walk back down to the water where the others stared in our direction with questions circulating in their eyes. “Give me a break.”

Joel turned back to me and smirked. “So.. was I reading things right?” He asked quietly, looking over his shoulder now toward the others, and then back to me. “I sensed that you might..”

“You're reading it right,” I said, knowing full well what he was talking about. “I, uh.. yeah.” I laughed and toyed with my hair as I searched for the right words to say.

��Maybe we could talk later on tonight.”

I nodded right away, “Sure.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” I echoed him and he maintained a smile for a second or two before going to the cabin where he sent Jeff and Sandra.

I touched my lips with my fingers and smiled. I contemplated telling Sandra before making my way back down to the beach to hang out a bit with the others.

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List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 5 people who liked or reblogged something from you! 🩵🩵

1. My children/family

2. My friends

3. Writing

4. Playing/Watching sports (more watching these days lol)

5. The Beach! 🏝️

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Hey so I wanted to ask a favor from those who have read, "You Scare Me, Professor". I have a full written story of over 300 pages. It's this story but called, "You Scare Me, Dr. Archibald" and I intend to shape it up to try to get it published. I used Joel as my muse and decided to post it on here. I wrote as I went. What I'm asking is, would those who have read it mind giving me some critiques? Pros and cons. I'm VERY open to any and all criticism because I know it will be genuine and respectful, and honestly it would help me tighten the screws on this story before I finalize it. You can comment here, you can PM for a conversation. Whatever is most comfortable but know that anything you say will help me out. What did you love? What did you think I could've done better with or differently? I'd GREATLY appreciate hearing from anyone who read this story.

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Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 5

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

Crazy Ralph had been the buzz of the morning conversations. Joel eased everyone’s minds about the old man, and I was certain he probably wasn’t dangerous, regardless of how creepy his sudden appearance was. Annie was the only who remained slightly spooked, though I could understand why. If I had been the one to first encounter Ralph at the door it probably would have hit me differently, too.

Around eleven-thirty that morning, everyone had scattered around the assembly of picnic tables just outside to the left of the main cabin. Teri and Vicky sat side-by-side. I couldn’t remember the guy’s name with the wavy hair, but he lingered beside them with one foot up on the picnic table bench. I smirked to myself when I saw Teri give her friend a look and roll her eyes.

I was lucky that I naturally clicked with Sandra. She patted the spot beside where her, Jeff and Ted sat, and so I joined them.

“Hey, what’s green and red and goes a hundred miles per hour?” Ted asked. Goofiness radiated out of him and it made me chuckle.

“What Teddy?”

“A frog in a blender.”

“Ha, ha,” Jeff said dryly, “That’s not funny.”

Ted reached for a whistle around his neck and gently blew it, making his friend swing back and hit him gently. “I’m just testing this thing out, Jeff. Ya mind?”

“Alright,” Joel’s voice made me turn my head toward the porch. He wandered over toward us with a clipboard looking very camp-official with a pair of khaki shorts and a white t-shirt with Crystal Lake written in red, varsity lettering across the chest. “Let me get you your assignments here. We have to get this place in shape.”

“Yes, coach,” Ted teased, making everyone chuckle.

Joel smirked but went on. “So, I think from your personalities and your experience in jobs like this that you’ll enjoy yourselves this summer; but like I said, once the campers come you have to be on your game. Pay attention to whoever is in your group, take head counts, you know the deal. You’ve done this before. I’ll give you all that protocol closer to when the kids arrive in a few weeks.”

He began to read off the clipboard. “I paired you off and I have a little map to give each group so you know where you’re going for your jobs.”

I secretly hoped Joel would want to work with me, but that hope quickly diminished; however, I was happy to hear that I was going to be working with Sandra.

“(Y/N), Sandra,” he motioned to the two of us, “Today you’re both going to sand and paint the lifeguard stand. I have some extra supplies if you don’t mind making a sign that says, No Swimming When Lifeguard Is Not On Duty.”

I nodded, smiling as I did and Sandra gave him a two-finger salute.

“Mark and Scott, I put you in charge of the game room. I’ll give you the rundown of what I need from you there. Right outside of the game room we have to set up the archery range, too.” The wavy haired guy leaned over and gave Mark a fist bump.

“Ted and Jeff,”

“We’re the muscle, I know,” Jeff joked.

“Actually,” Joel gave a laugh, “You two are going to help me assemble the docks down at the beach. So, yeah, I hope you don’t mind a little physical exertion.”

Ted flexed his Gumby-like arms, “I’m here for ya boss.”

“Annie’s going to be in the kitchen and mess hall area getting things set up how she’d like. Tomorrow we’ll probably all be on painting jobs around the cabins to get this place looking a little more inviting. Make sure you’re all drinking plenty of water, it’s supposed to be hot today.”

The short meeting concluded and we went to retrieve a few papers from Joel. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a key, placing it in my palm.

“There’s a small shed down by the beach,” he informed me, “All the sanding and painting supplies are in there. I’m going to get the guys settled in the game room and then I’ll be down to help out Jeff and Ted with the docks, so if you need anything, I’ll be back in about fifteen minutes.”

I nodded, “Okay. Thanks.” I turned to Sandra, Jeff and Ted and the four of us made our way down to the beach together.

“I hope this is an excuse to get in the water,” Jeff said, wiping sweat from his forehead, “I’m already sweating.”

“We have to take a dip when we’re done,” Sandra said, looking at me.

I nodded. “I’m in.”

The two of us made our way up just a few feet into the trees at the top of the beach while the guys made their way toward the water. A green shed was tucked in between two giant pine trees, and Sandra took the key from me to open the door.

“Think he did that on purpose?” she asked, smirking as she looked back at me.

“Who?”

“Joel.” She flung the door open.

“Did what on purpose?” I followed her into the shed and a wave of heat him me.

“Put us all in the same area,” Sandra explained, “Particularly you.. and him.” She added, “Damn, it’s hot in here.”

I snickered and looked down, shaking my head.

“He’s got a thing for you.”

“No, he doesn’t.” I giggled again.

“He’s hot,” Sandra went on, in no rush to reach for the paint. “I wonder what it would be like to be with an older man.”

I smirked, caving in to the girl talk. “I wonder, too.” We both shared a laugh and she playfully shoved my shoulder.

“The second it happens, I want details.”

“Nothing is going to happen,” I insisted, toying with my ponytail.

“Would you? You know.. if he asked?”

I opened my mouth to speak and then thought for a second, leaving us in another chorus of laughter. “Who knows,” was my final answer. I kept it purposely vague, but it certainly wasn’t a ‘no’.

We finally retrieved the sanding supplies and two buckets of white paint. The fresh air just a step out of the shed made me sigh.

“It was really hot in there,” I said aloud to no one in particular as we made the short walk through the sand to the lifeguard stand.

Ted blew his whistle again, making us both snap our heads down toward the water. “That’s my stand, girls. Make sure you wax on and wax off correctly. I don’t want any slivers in my hiney.”

The two of us began to laugh at his choice of words.

“I’m leaving the top where you sit extra splintery!” Sandra called back, making him blow his whistle again.

I laughed at their interaction and soon after began to tackle the job at hand.

“This is the best summer job ever,” Sandra claimed, climbing up a few of the wood steps to sand the seat.

“Yeah, it seems like it’s going to be.” I removed my shoes and kicked them to the side before squatting down to get the base. We worked for a few uninterrupted minutes before I turned to say something else to Sandra. She had her neck arched, looking out past the shed into the woods.

“What is it?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder now into the trees.

Her eyes squinted and she used her hand to block the sun. “I don’t know.”

I rose to my feet now and followed her stare.

“I thought I saw someone,” she claimed.

“Hopefully it’s not Crazy Ralph,” I said back, making her chuckle and finally look down.

Sandra gave a wave now in the opposite direction we had been looking and wiggled her eyebrows at me. “Hi, Joel.”

I caught my breath and turned, trying not to drink him in as he marched in our direction.

“You two all set?” He asked.

I nodded and Sandra saluted him again. “I think so,” I told him.

“Good,” Joel tipped up the corner of his mouth in a smirk. The three of us turned toward the woods when there was a rustling sound. My gaze lingered for a moment before Joel’s laughter drew my attention back to him. “These woods will make your mind play tricks on you.” He gave a wink, and I smirked back at him. That wink made my stomach do flip-flops.

“I thought I saw something-” Sandra started, when another rustling sound made her glance back into the woods. She then quickly looked down toward the lake, where Ted and Jeff were both laughing.

Jeff launched a rock up into the trees, creating the same effect as before as it skipped through the leaves, making a rustling sound. “You girls are too easy to scare,” he claimed.

“Keep it up and it’s going to be a very cold summer for you!” Sandra shouted to him.

Everyone laughed. I admired Sandra’s go-getter personality. It was the opposite of my own, but I loved that she had a big voice and wasn’t at all shy. She definitely wore the pants in that relationship, as Jeff continued to laugh but obeyed her requests to cut the shit.

Joel shook his head with a smile. “Let me know if you need anything,” he said, glancing at Sandra first and then back to me. “Okay?”

I nodded. “Okay.”

“Okay.” He wandered down the sand and I admired watching him go.

“Tell him you need him to apply sunscreen to your shoulders,” Sandra whispered, making me laugh out loud.

“Stop it,” I whispered back, dabbing her arm with a streak of white paint.

Sandra’s jaw dropped but she immediately began to laugh and did it back until the two of us were standing there with our paintbrushes in a stalemate, staring at one another. “Truce.”

“Okay, truce.” I went to shake her hand and Sandra playfully streaked my other arm, sending us into a chorus of laughter again.

“Okay, okay.” She put her hands up and when I saw her glance out into the woods again, I couldn’t help but feel uneasy. “You don’t think Ralph would be watching us or anything, do you?”

I peered through the trees. “I doubt it. He’s got to be long gone by now. If we see him, we’ll report it.”

Sandra continued to stare for a second and then her carefree demeanor resumed. The remainder of the afternoon went a little something like that. It felt like we were being paid to have fun. I decided, for the final summer before I was ousted into the “real world”, it was going to be the best one.

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I agree. Your stories are so addictive😊💚 I hope you enjoy writing the new chapter of Camp Crystal Lake! It's so much fun to follow the story as you update it. That feeling of anticipation and the theories we can make about what will happen make the experience even better, and in the meantime I'm reading You Scare Me, Professor and loving it 💚

Thanks so much! It truly brings me so much joy that people enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing. It is additional motivation to write. I'm glad I have a little extra time this week to crank out some chapters. Thank you!!

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Tbh your story’s have became the highlight of my day keep up THE AMAZING WORK, I got so attached to crystal lake and You scare me professor 💕

One question is there any guess of how long Crystal lake might be and when you think you’ll be writing a next chapter?! 🧸

Wow, thank you so much! I really appreciate the overly kind words. I love writing, especially horror/mystery with some romance involved. Pedro Pascal is a wonderful muse! I actually have work off today so I'm actually just pulling out my laptop and having a cup of coffee. I'm going to start the next Crystal Lake chapter. I honestly never know how long the stories will be in their entirety. I always have like 2 or 3 different directions I can see the story going in and then it kind of takes a natural course as I go. That might not make much sense, lol, but that's how I process it in my mind. Again, thank you so much for the praise. I appreciate it!

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Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 4

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

I woke up in my room the next morning and for a second I had to remember where I was. My eyes landed on a small, black clock on the nightstand and I was thankful it was only seven-thirty and not super late. Streaks of sun shined through the partially open curtains that fluttered in the morning breeze.

A faint, pleasant smell filled the air and I guessed someone downstairs was cooking bacon. I yawned and stretched, taking my time to get out of bed. When I sat up in bed, I saw my sleepy reflection staring back at me in an oversized mirror behind a wooden dresser. I quickly tossed my hair into a high, messy button and then retrieved my toothbrush and headed out to use the bathroom.

The hallway was empty and the house was relatively quiet. Downstairs I heard muffled voices and I assumed whoever it was was responsible for the bacon smell. A few doors down, I wandered toward the upstairs bathroom and gave the partially open door a gentle shove.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” I made a face when I saw Joel with one hand on the sink as he leaned over partway, brushing his teeth. I put a hand up to shield my eyes as if I’d just seen him naked; but it just made him chuckle.

“It’s fine,” he mumbled with the brush partially in his mouth before spitting into the sink. “I should’ve closed the door. I didn’t know anyone was up.”

“No, I should’ve knocked,” I said to him, “There’s a house full of people here.” I shook my head and began to duck out of the room but he waved me back in.

“I’m done,” Joel explained, tapping his toothbrush and placing it back into a blue, plastic container. “It’s all yours.”

I smiled, taking him in in his shorts and white t-shirt. I could see his hair was still pillow-tossed and it made him look more boyish than before.

“Thank you.” We passed by one another in the doorway, making eye contact from just a few inches away. I felt my face grow hot and looked down so I could make my way to the sink.

“Annie’s making breakfast for everyone,” Joel informed me, leaning an arm on the frame of the door. “She’s a great cook and insisted on doing it so when you’re done come on down for some bacon, eggs and pancakes.”

I nodded. “Thanks. That’s nice of her.”

Joel nodded back. We held one another’s gaze for just another second before he tapped the door. “Okay. I’ll see you downstairs.”

I let out a deep sigh when I heard a door open and close down the hall. He’s so hot. I knew it wasn’t the smartest idea to be crushing on Joel. He was older. He was in charge of the camp. I had a feeling that the initial crush might be mutual from the way Joel lingered, but I wasn’t about to get my hopes up. That little rush of infatuation, however, was a fun feeling to chase.

I smiled and began to run the water, beginning to brush my teeth. When Joel reappeared, I felt butterflies form in my stomach.

“Sorry.” He put up a hand and took a glance at the bathroom vanity. “I forgot my razor.”

I looked down and retrieved it for him, walking the shaving device to him at the door. “Here ya go.”

“Thank you.”

I smiled when his thumb brushed over mine, looking down and back up. Before I could say anything, there was a shriek and the sound of a metal pan dropping from downstairs.

Joel immediately hurried out of the bathroom and toward the stairs. I rushed after him and felt my heart leap into my throat when I saw a creepy, old man with worn out clothes and a hat at the open front door. He stood behind the screen door on the porch.

“I told the others,” he said as Joel and I reached the bottom floor, “But they didn’t believe me.” Annie stood frozen in the kitchen, staring at the man as if she’d seen a ghost. “You’re doomed if you stay here,” he went on.

“This is private property,” Joel said, putting a hand up as he approached the front door. “You can’t be here.”

“I’m a messenger of God,” the man went on in a rambling fashion, “This place is cursed. It’s got a death curse.”

“Who are you?” Annie asked, “What do you want?”

“God sent me,” he claimed again, switching his gaze from one person to the next.

“Get out of here, man,” Joel instructed, motioning with his arm. He took a step in the stranger’s direction.

“I’m here to warn you,” the old timer continued, “You’re doomed if you stay.” He stared directly at Joel, “Go.” He then looked over his shoulder toward me, “Go, now.”

I swallowed hard, a stroke of adrenaline made me shudder. The man released me from the temporary trance when he turned and staggered down the front porch steps, before half-running toward a rusted, old bicycle he’d perched against a tree.

The three of us crowded around the open front door, watching as the old man looked back toward us.

“God sent me,” he repeated in a shaky voice just barely loud enough for us all to hear him. “Go while you still can.”

“What the hell?” Annie said aloud.

We watched as he boarded the ancient piece of metal before pedaling away over the uneven terrain.

Joel sighed when the old man was out of sight and looked back and forth between Annie and me. “You’ve just met crazy Ralph.” He nodded toward me, “I’m surprised you don’t know of him, being a townie.”

A lightbulb went on and I felt my mouth drop open. “That’s Ralph?” I had seen him before riding around town but I had never seen him up close. “Now that you mention it, I’ve seen him on his bike around town.”

“Crazy Ralph?” Annie asked.

“Town drunk. Every time he has a little too much he spends a night in the drunk tank. His wife comes down to the station yelling at him. An old friend of mine is a dispatcher and he’s told me a ton of Ralph stories.”

“Is he dangerous?” I asked.

Joel shook his head. “Just a little off his rocker. He’s been warning people to stay away from the lake for decades.” He glanced over his shoulder again and then back to the two of us. “If he comes back, we’ll call the police.”

“He’s not violent or anything, is he?” Annie asked, “He scared me half to death, he was just standing there in the doorway.”

Joel shook his head. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s not your fault.” She put a hand on her chest. “What a wake up call.”

I looked back outside and sighed. “Right.”

“You okay?” Joel asked the two of us, making us both nod. “When the others wake up, I’ll let them know what happened.”

Annie gave a nod and wandered back over toward the oversized kitchen island. She glanced up when Jeff and Sandra began their sleepy walk down the stairs. “Help yourselves to breakfast,” she told us.

“I thought I heard a scream,” Sandra said with a stretch and a yawn.

“We had a morning visit from crazy Ralph,” I explained, smirking a bit now that the threat was gone.

“Crazy Ralph?” Jeff asked.

“Ooo, this ought to be good,” Sandra said with a laugh. Her eyes looked around between the three of us, seeing who was going to be the first to fill them in. She sat down at a stool at the island as Jeff began to make a plate for each of them.

Joel managed a grin. “I’ll explain once everyone’s got a full plate of food.. and some coffee.” He looked at me, “Would you like a cup? That’s where I’m headed first.”

A fresh blush formed on my cheeks. “Yeah, sure. Thank you.”

Joel nodded before he wandered over to the pot of coffee. At the same time, Sandra nudged me with her knee beneath the table, making me glance in her direction. She nodded toward Joel and raised her eyebrows, making me smile wider. I shrugged, not knowing what else to do in our unspoken communication, and then straightened back up when Joel walked back in our direction.

“Thank you.” I nodded as he set the cup down in front of where I still stood beside Sandra. We all then proceeded to help ourselves to the food Annie had generously made.

“Okay,” Sandra went on, “Crazy Ralph. Spill it.”

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Hi, I loved Last Halloween so so much😊 Is You Scare Me, Professor also a suspense romance story? And what about My Captain (this one looks like a sweet contemporary romance)? Thank you so much for sharing your stories with us💚

@lwfics The Professor story is all romance/suspense. I was as sad to see it end as the Halloween story. There is the same amount of angst in it as Halloween. I love Oh Captain and I am very close to revisiting it. I started that one at the end of last summer and then when Halloween season picked up I kind of switched gears. But I am going to pick back up with Oh Captain very soon.

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Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 3

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

“So, do we get a merit badge or something if we survive?” I joked, walking side-by-side with Joel.

“If we survive?” He smirked as he spoke the words and then added, “Oh, you mean Jason and Camp Blood and all that.”

“Camp Blood?” I laughed.

“You haven’t heard that one before?”

I shook my head as we kept walking.

“Maybe you’re too young for that one,” Joel went on, “After the first incidents back in the eighties they started referring to anywhere on the lake as Camp Blood. I was just a little kid then. I think the nickname has died down a bit.”

“How old are you?” When I realized immediately that I’d blurted the question out, I was going to redact my words but Joel answered.

“Forty-two.” He nodded in my direction, “You?”

“Twenty-two.” I shrugged as I stated my age and then eyed the pile of firewood that Joel had chopped when we rounded the cabin.

“At forty-two, my back’s gonna be sore tomorrow from chopping all this wood.” Joel gave a light laugh, “Not when I was twenty-two though.”

I smiled at him. “Well, the least I can do with my youthful muscles is carry a bunch over.”

Joel chuckled again and held my stare for just a second. I was already on cloud-nine around him. I felt like he had a more serious side, though the bit of playfulness he’d shown so far made me feel instantly comfortable around him.

That’s just the infatuation talking, I warned myself.

I tried to max out what I could carry in some feeble attempt to impress him. The two of us wandered back to where everyone was gathered near the dormant fire pit and set the logs down. Joel threw a few into the center and within a few minutes the fire was blazing as we all sat down.

Across the lake I could see the dark silhouettes of the treetops in the distance. There was a stillness to the water that finally allowed me to relax as I reached for a marshmallow and Sandra passed me a can of beer.

“I don’t want to scare anybody,” Joel began, “But I want to give it to you all straight about Jason.”

My eyes snapped up now. The relaxation I had been feeling a second before was splintered by a small hit of adrenaline.

“If you listen to the old timer’s in town, they’ll tell you he’s still out here somewhere, like some sort of demented creature. Feral, living off of wild animals. Some folks claim they’ve even seen him.” Joel’s eyes met mine across the way and he gave a half-smirk that made me smile wide.

“Right in this area,” he went on, not breaking eye contact, “The girl that survived that night at Camp Blood, that Friday the 13th.. she saw him.. and then she disappeared a few months later. No one knows what happened to her. And then there was the massacre not long afterwards on the lake. One survivor. And then another.. and another. The original Camp Blood is just a short walk from here, where it all started.”

“Give me a break,” Vicky said with a half-hearted laugh.

“It’s true,” I intervened with a nod. “I grew up here. My parents showed me an old clipping one time. People still talk about it.”

“You’re from around here?” Teri asked.

I nodded. “The kids I grew up with all talked about Jason. We weren’t allowed near these woods back then.”

The girls’ expressions changed and they both straightened up a bit as they focused back on Joel.

“Legend has it that Jason saw his mother beheaded that night, and then he took his revenge. A revenge he’ll continue to seek if anyone ever enters his wilderness again.”

I felt myself leaning just a bit toward the fire, leaning toward Joel. The others’ postures mirrored mine as they were now engaged in the story he was telling. Scott looked over his shoulder toward the bushes behind where he sat, and I saw his Adam’s apple rise and fall in his throat.

“By now, I guess you all should know, we’re the first to return here since the Jarvis family was attacked across the lake all those years ago.” Joel’s eyes scanned the crowd, “Twenty something years,” his eyes met mine again and he winked subtly, “Twenty-something years he’s been dormant. And he’s stir-crazy.” He lowered his voice just a bit and the flames from the fire casted shadows perfectly over his face, “Jason’s out there.”

I glanced to the side when Sandra cuddled up closer to Jeff and he slung an arm around her.

“He’s out there,” Joel repeated quietly, “Ready to devour. Ready to kill. Thirsty for young blood.”

A shrieking sound from the woods behind everybody sent a chorus of screams into the air as a figure leapt out with a disfigured face and a long spear in one hand.

I jumped from where I was seated and ran around the opposite side of the fire, prepared to sprint in the opposite direction; though then I heard laughter and I realized quickly that the person who’d jumped out of the bushes was sporting a mask. They lowered the spear.

“Hey, guys come back.” Joel waved a hand at the now-scattered group of us and chuckled. He patted the person on the back who wore the mask.

There were laughs and groans all around.

“You’re going to give me a heart attack,” Ted complained, holding his chest with a smile.

A woman revealed herself to be beneath the mask and gave a wave as she shook her hair out. “I’m sorry to meet all of you like this,” she said, “I’m Annie, I’m Joel’s assistant.” Annie laughed sheepishly, but still appeared amused. “I’m sure we’ll get to know each other over the next few weeks.”

Everyone took their turn saying, “Hi,” or waving, before Joel took back over.

“Okay, now that that’s out of our system,” he concluded, “Jason was killed and Camp Blood is off-limits.” Joel raised his hand and high-fived Annie.

“You all have a good time,” she said, “I’m turning in early, but I couldn’t resist.” Annie put her hand inside the mask and toyed with the fake spear, “If anyone needs me for anything, I have one of the rooms downstairs off the living room.”

“Yeah, I’ll come see you for my second heart attack,” Jeff said, smirking to himself as he pulled Sandra back against him.

“I have baby aspirin for that,” Annie teased and then gave a wave. “I’ll see you all tomorrow.”

Joel made his way in my direction and reached into the bag of marshmallows nearby. “You know, you might’ve been the fastest counselor here. You got all the way out by that tree over there.”

I looked down and laughed, biting my bottom lip as he handed me a marshmallow. “You definitely got me.” I placed the marshmallow on the tip of a stick. “You don’t think Jason’s really alive, do you?”

Joel’s face grew serious as he stared at me and I felt that familiar sensation of the hairs rising on the back of my neck. “Well..” he held my stare and then a slow smile spread across his face. “No.”

I let out the deep breath I didn’t realize I had been holding and chuckled, shaking my head.

“I shouldn’t have scared you guys,” Joel said.

“No, it was good,” I told him, “I think we needed to address the elephant in the room.”

“That’s what I was thinking.”

I nodded and placed the marshmallow over the fire. A few seconds later, it was flaming and I pulled it out, blowing the fire out that clung to the brown and white blob on the end of the stick.

“Here.” Joel reached down and retrieved two graham crackers and then reached behind us into a package of chocolate bars.

I set the marshmallow down on one of the crackers in his hand, watching carefully as he placed the chocolate on top of it and then topped the snack sandwich with the other end. I then removed the stick and lifted my eyes to meet his as Joel handed the ‘smore over to me in its entirety.

“Thank you.” I nodded.

“My pleasure.” Joel kept his eyes on me as I took a bite and then asked, “You’re sure the Jason stunt wasn’t too much?”

I licked some drippy chocolate off my finger and shook my head. “Just right.”

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Camp Crystal Lake Masterlist ( Joel Miller fanfiction)

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

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Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 2

Requested by @yellowjacketsbuzzbuzz

Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

I made my way back around to the front of the cabin to find a young man and woman of about my age on the porch. He was a muscular, shaggy-haired blond guy sporting a hat and she had a head of bouncy curls and wore a big smile as she looked at him. The two of them, arm-in-arm, noticed me right away.

“Hey!” The girl gave a friendly hello.

“Hi.” I smiled and waved back, retrieving my suitcase first before reaching for the gym bag.

“Jeff, go help her!”

“Oh, sure. Yeah.” The blond guy, Jeff, hurried down the set of steps.

“Oh, it’s fine,” I assured him, but he heaved the bag up over his shoulder before I could resist the help. “Thanks.”

“No problem.”

“I’m (Y/N),” I introduced myself, waving at the couple as I walked side-by-side with Jeff up onto the porch.

“Sandra,” the girl held out a hand and I shook it. “This is my boyfriend, Jeff.”

“Hi.” He nodded, still holding my bag. It looked light as a feather on his arm.

“Thanks for carrying that, you don’t have to,” I assured him.

“Come on.” Sandra waved me into the cabin, “There’s a pretty decent room upstairs,” she explained. “I can show you if you’d like.”

I nodded, “Sure. Yeah. That’d be great.”

Sandra patted Jeff on the butt of his jeans, making him turn and smirk at her. “Second floor, tough guy.”

“Yeah, yeah,” he responded, rolling his eyes with a lopsided smirk.

I snickered to myself at their interaction but ultimately followed them up the staircase, taking in the collection of faces that lingered in the open living room area.

“This is (Y/N),” Sandra announced as the three of us clunked our way up the wooden stairs, “We’ll be right back.”

The cabin was more spacious than it looked. I passed the loft area at the top of the stairs and took a short, rustic hallway down past a pair of bedrooms. In one of them was a pair of bunkbeds. In another were two twin beds side by side.

“Those two have been claimed,” Sandra informed me.

“That’s fine,” I said, “I’m not super picky.”

She nodded toward a room at the far end of the hall, “That’s Joel’s room, the director.”

Jeff made a face, “Not trying to share a wall with the boss man.”

Sandra laughed, “We took this room.” She used her thumb to motion to a closed door, “But once the kids come we alternate bunking in the main cabins with them every other night.”

“We better get the same nights off,” Jeff remarked, making her smirk at him.

“What rooms are available?” I asked.

“These two,” Sandra said, motioning to the two doors closest to Joel’s, on the left and right. I pushed one door open, seeing another set of bunk beds and a twin on the opposite wall. The other had a set of twins.

“I don’t mind roommates,” I claimed. After spending four years at a university, it didn’t bother me. I enjoyed being around people. “I might take the bottom bunk over here.”

“Not the top?” Sandra asked with a laugh.

“I know, I’m weird.” I laughed with her, “I always preferred the bottom. It always had a little extra room.”

“That’s true.” She motioned, “Jeff, to the right.”

“Yes ma’am.” He slugged my bag into the room I chose and tossed the bag onto the bottom bunk. “There ya go.”

“Thank you,” I said, “For helping me bring my stuff up.”

Jeff flexed, “The beach is that way.” He pointed with his finger, making both Sandra and I laugh.

“He’s a meat-head,” she claimed, rolling her eyes.

“I’m good for something.”

“Thank you,” I repeated, “Really.”

“Want to come meet everyone?” Sandra asked, “I know more are coming but the people we’ve met so far are nice.”

“Yeah.” I nodded eagerly and then couldn’t help but add, “Joel seems.. cool.”

“Hot, right?” Sandra asked.

I glanced up at Jeff, who just laughed. And so I responded, “Sorta, yeah.” The two of us laughed and I could see Jeff was comfortable enough in the relationship to give a nonchalant eye roll.

“He’s like forty, calm down,” he joked.

“Jealous?” Sandra asked.

“Ehh..” Jeff shrugged and then scooped her up off her feet, making her giggle and give him a quick kiss. “Just a little.”

“Aww.” She continued to laugh and they linked hands as they made their way down the staircase a step ahead of me. I’m not going to lie, I liked them already. They didn’t seem like one of those annoying couples that fought all the time or who was too lovey dovey. My first impression of Jeff and Sandra was that we could end up getting along quite well. I already enjoyed their lighthearted goofiness.

I glanced at the front door as it swung open as we neared the bottom of the staircase. It was Joel.

“Hey boss,” Jeff greeted with another lopsided grin. He adjusted his hat and leaned an elbow on the banister.

“Can I propose a first informal meeting?” Joel asked, glancing around the room, finding my gaze last.

I nodded and followed to where people naturally gathered on the couches around an unlit fireplace topped with a television. There was a tall, lanky red-headed guy who was goofing around with a dark-haired guy with wavy hair and blue eyes. I heard one of them address another girl of about my age as Teri. She looked like a model with hair just below her ears and, what I would consider, a perfect physique. She held a little white dog under one arm.and sat beside a short, dark-haired girl on the couch.

“Hi, I’m Mark,” another guy wheeled over in a wheelchair wearing a red football style jersey.

I introduced myself and exchanged a handshake. “Nice to meet you.”

“Alright guys.” Joel’s voice snapped me back to reality and I found a seat in a chair beside Mark. “I know everyone is getting settled and some of you had long drives, so I’m not going to put you up to too much today. Tomorrow we’ll get a little more serious. There’s a lot of painting to be done, we definitely have to straighten up the dining hall and when Annie arrives she’ll take the lead on what she wants done in the kitchen.”

“Who’s Annie?” Jeff asked.

“She’s going to be our lead cook,” Joel informed us.

“Does she get here tonight or are we ordering pizzas?” The redhead asked, making everyone laugh.

“You guys didn’t pack peanut butter and jelly to make in your rooms?” Joel joked. He smiled wide just after, “For ttonight, since there’s only a handful of us here for a little while, I bought a bunch of hamburgers and hotdogs. I figured we could have a little barbecue, maybe get a fire going-”

“Tell ghost stories?” Mark asked, again making everyone laugh.

“Sure,” Joel said with a shrug.

“The legend of Jason,” Jeff added, “I think everyone knows that one.”

“Did you get stuff for s'mores?” Sandra asked Joel.

He raised his eyebrows, “Actually.. I did.”

The small crowd cheered and Joel laughed.

“Okay, okay,” he waved his hands to settle everyone down.

“Can, uh.. Since, like, the kids aren’t here yet,” Jeff began but Joel cut him off.

“You want to know if you can drink,” he assumed.

“We’re all over 21.” Jeff looked around, “Right?” Everyone began to nod.

“I’m the old goat at 25,” Mark joked.

“24, I’m right behind you,” the girl sitting next to Teri told him with a wink.

“When the campers arrive, there is a zero tolerance policy on alcohol,” Joel explained, “But..”

“But..” Jeff said with a grin, leaning forward.

“But, in the couple of weeks before they arrive, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your work and the progress we need to make, I don’t mind if you have a drink here or there at night.”

More cheers.

Cool, I thought. But I didn’t have any booze on me.

“I’m not gonna lie, we have two thirty packs in our trunk,” Jeff explained, making a face, “You know, just in case.”

“So, just to clarify,” the red head asked, “Is the rest of the day a freebie? Like barbecue, swimming, getting to know each other?”

Joel gave a slow nod. “But I’m going to have jobs posted for you that will start tomorrow at noon. And then every day thereafter starting at eight o'clock in the morning. Fair?”

“Fair,” the group said collectively.

“Alright,” he said, “Well, finish getting yourselves unpacked. And then enjoy yourselves a little tonight. I know you’re giving up your entire summer for this, so work hard for me but enjoy the last few weeks of freedom.”

“What time should we BBQ?” Jeff asked.

Joel shrugged. “What do you think? Five? Six?”

People looked at one another and began to nod, exchanging glances and agreed to meet out back near the lakeside in a few hours.

I wandered back up to Joel and smiled. “Thanks for letting us ease into this.”

“I know you guys probably had a long day,” he said, “And everyone should get to know each other before we really get into it.”

“I think my ride was the shortest,” I told him with a laugh. “I’m a townie.”

“So am I.”

“Really?”

Joel nodded. “I thought the town needed to be revived a little bit. I know this place has a bad reputation, but maybe we can make a difference and rewrite the script a bit.”

“Yeah, I think that’s a good idea,” I said to him with a nod.

“You majored in child psychology?” he asked.

I smiled wide and nodded, “Yeah.”

“So, you get it then.” He shrugged, “These kids need the outdoors these days more than ever.”

“Definitely.” I nodded. “I think it’s great what you’ve organized here for the kids.”

“I hope we can at least make a little bit of a difference.”

“We will.” I nodded to him. His smile back at me made me blush.

The two girls from the couch came to introduce themselves and Joel gave a little wave as he made his way to Sandra and Jeff.

“I’m Vickie,” said the shorter of the two.

“Teri,” said the other.

“I’m (Y/N/),” I said back, attempting to make small talk with my fellow co-workers.

I then met Ted, the redheaded guy, and Scott the dark-haired guy. It wasn’t long before we were helping Jeff cart the beer down toward the wooded beach area, where we met Joel who supplied most of the food.

“If only Annie were here,” Ted teased, once we were all gathered ready to eat, drink and be merry as the sun began to set.

“We need some firewood,” Mark claimed, staring at the empty pit inside the circle of bricks at the woods’ edge.

“Oh, I got it,” I said at the same time that Joel said he’d take care of it. We looked at one another and shared a little laugh. “We can carry twice as much between the two of us.”

Joel smirked and nodded. “Come on. Safety in numbers, right?”

I joined him on the short walk toward the cabin where he’d been chopping wood earlier.

Jeff shouted to us as we wandered up a short path away from the beach.“Beware of Jason!”

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Camp Crystal Lake: Chapter 1

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Joel Miller x f!reader (romance/horror)

Setting: Camp Crystal Lake

Every town in North America has a ghost story. Some are well kept secrets, and others are so notorious that the sins of those tales have spread far and wide, to every dark corner of the earth. Crystal Lake was a sterling example of such a place. It had a typical sounding name, really, for a fresh body of water in the middle of the New England woods. But the stories surrounding the area were anything but typical.

As a young child, I remember hearing his name being said on the playgrounds at school. Jason. It didn’t take me long to insert myself into conversations in an attempt to hear the details of whatever version of the story the older kids were spreading. Back then it didn’t matter if they were fact or fiction. I stayed up late, wide eyed staring at every dark corner of my bedroom after hearing tales of Jason Voorhees. Now, at 22 years old and about to enter the summer as a counselor at Camp Crystal Lake, those distant, childish memories made me grin; though when my rusty, Jeep Wrangler bounced down the uneven road past the wooden Camp Crystal Lake sign, the hairs rose just a bit on the back of my neck.

“I thought you outgrew superstition,” I said quietly to myself as a song ended on my playlist, leaving me in a few extra seconds of silence to take in the wooded surroundings.

Jason Voorhees. The name still creeped everyone out. Yes, there had been a tragedy that happened decades earlier. Jason Voorhees was real; but after several attacks on counselors and residents alike, a boy named Tommy Jarvis managed to put Jason to rest permanently.

I shuddered and reminded myself that that was decades ago. I wasn’t even alive when it all happened. And this new camp wasn’t anywhere near the original location of the attacks on that Friday the 13th back in the 80’s.

I saw a pale yellow VW Bug parked up ahead next to a blue Ford pickup truck. On the opposite side of the truck was a Bronco with about as much rust as my Jeep. I began to wonder what my coworkers would be like. Would they be my age? Younger? Older? Local? I was about to find out.

I parked in the clearing beside the VW and stared out at the lake a few hundred yards away. There was a small beach with a towering, white lifeguard stand in the center and a wooden raft floating too not far from the patch of sand. If nothing else, it would be a great summer gig with a view. The campers wouldn’t be here for several weeks and I knew getting the place ready would call for some physical labor. I never minded hands-on work, and I was sure it would give us all time to bond.

When I exited the vehicle, a breeze hit me from the water and I shuddered, despite the temperatures nearing eighty degrees on the late June afternoon. My eyes scanned the trees on all sides and I suddenly wondered where everyone was. I let farfetched ‘what-ifs’ filter through my mind for a second before smirking to myself.

Grow up, I scolded myself lightheartedly. The imaginative part of me still enjoyed the folklore, no matter how juvenile it felt.

I popped open the back of the Jeep and reached in to grab my suitcase, an oversized gym bag and a backpack that housed the majority of my clothes. I had a few stray boxes with makeup and hair products, among other toiletries, though I decided I’d come back for them later.

Again, I took in my surroundings. For some reason I half-expected to see a group of young people out-and-about in the immediate area upon arrival. The silence was beginning to hit my psyche harder than I’d like to admit, and so I stared up at an oversized cabin with wooden paneling and headed in that direction.

A hammock swung empty on a giant front porch that was littered with chairs and small tables in between. Above them hung metal lighting fixtures, some of which were swinging in the summer breeze.

And then I heard a sound I could only compare to clicking. It was like a clock, almost. Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

I set my suitcase down near the bottom step and shrugged the gym bag off my shoulder so it rested beside it, leaving my backpack on. And then I followed the sound.

Tick. Tick. Tick. Tick.

What is that?

I swallowed hard as the noise grew louder. It stopped for a second and then there was a louder noise. A faint bang. And then a pause. Another bang.

What the hell is that?

I rounded the side of the two-story cabin and peeked my head around to see if I could get a glimpse of whatever, or whoever, was responsible for the sound. Visions of Jason Voorhees and his menacing hockey mask left my mind immediately when the truth revealed itself.

A muscular man in a flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows swung an ax, connecting with a giant log of wood. It split into two, sending little shards flying into the air. He wiped his forehead with his arm and then reached for another.

I wasn’t sure if I should tiptoe back to the front porch or interrupt him, but my mind was made up by default when he slowly turned in my direction. When he smiled beneath a mustache, I blushed and glanced at the open area of his chest where a few buttons were undone.

“Hello.” He gave a wave and wiped sweat off his forehead again before removing a pair of work gloves.

I raised my hand and swallowed hard. “Hi.”

The man approached and extended an arm in my direction. I stared down at his hand for a second before joining mine to his in a handshake. Our eyes met and I felt my eyebrows raise unwillingly.

“I’m Joel Miller,” he introduced himself, slightly out of breath. “I did the phone interview with you back in March and a second one in April. (Y/N), right?”

“Yeah.” I nodded and cleared my throat with a smile.

“I’m the camp director,” he informed me with a nod.

“Nice to meet you.” My hand was still in his and finally they parted.

Joel nodded in agreement. “I’m just finishing up here. I think we have one more person to arrive today before the rest come in the middle of the week. You can get yourself settled in whatever room is still available and I’ll be in in a few minutes.”

“Okay.” I nodded, “Thank you.”

“Thank you.”

When he smiled again I might as well have turned to stone. Who knew my boss for the summer would be such a.. hunk.

Well shit. It’s thirty seconds into the summer and I’m already crushing on my boss. I added, what a lovely predicament.

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Do you write crossovers? I would enjoy a setting like Friday the 13th with Joel being in charge of counselors in their 20s. The final girl type and him have some summer hanky panky while Jason is trying to kill them all. That's too much isn't it?

I'm very tempted to write this 😆 I'll see what I can drab up and I'll tag you. I just finished a long story I had been working on and I'm sad about it lol.. so I need a new project..

#pedro pascal #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #jason voorhees #friday the 13th #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us #crossover

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You Scare Me Professor (Chapter 57 - The Final Chapter)

Summary: The reader is taking graduate classes at a local university in the wooded upstate New York. She is drawn to her professor, Dr. Joel Miller, though she is also inherently aware that he has something dark about him that she can't quite put her finger on. As the reader's attraction grows deeper, she has to decide whether to endure the danger or run away as fast as possible.

Pairing: Professor Joel Miller x f!reader

Healing. There would be an infinite amount of healing to do; though over the next six months there were little victories that aided in the process. Will plead guilty. It was an act that everyone was shocked about and ultimately it spared Carol a lot of extra heartache that she didn’t deserve. The evidence was already stacked against him, but now that Will admitted guilt, Carol would not have to sit on a stand as a defense lawyer grilled her and tried to twist her trauma around. For that, everyone was thankful.

Upon a leave of absence for the remainder of the school year, Carol returned to her job in September. In turn, she received a standing ovation from the student body and gained the full support of the staff there. Again, another part of the healing process. I knew Carol was hurting, but she persevered and thrived in her profession. She was going to make it because that’s what women like Carol did. They rose above. They made it.

“She even started coaching volleyball,” Joel informed me. “She was all-state in her younger days.”

Joel. My Joel. I had no issue calling him that all the time now. I tried to prove him wrong every day, and after a little bit of time and a lot of convincing I think it’s clear to him now that I will forever keep his secrets.

He went into a temporary retirement, and I changed my mind and pursued the rest of my Master’s Degree online. Without having to twist my arm too much, Joel convinced me to travel a bit to get away from New York State for a short while. It was therapeutic, to say the least.

I allowed him to take me to Nashville near the end of the summer, and then over to the Grand Canyon. We spent two weeks exploring California, extending our stays from a little ranch near the Joshua Tree, up to San Diego where I unsuccessfully tried surfing and concluding in wine country as autumn really set in. We hiked Washington State, made our way to Yellowstone Park, spent a few romantic nights on Lake Michigan before making it back to the East Coast in time for Halloween, where we crashed the small city of Salem, Massachusetts. It was the perfect ending, really.

Joel found us some cheap masks, and we blended in with the crowds that literally paraded every downtown street in the area. It was welcomed chaos and we spent the day taking pictures with spooky characters, sharing laughs, having some drinks and waiting in lines to slink into shops littered with folklore and magic.

When a light rain began near nightfall, Joel towed me away to a rooftop bar at the top of our hotel where he’d made a reservation earlier in the day. A gentle pitter-patter on the roof of the outdoor patio where we sat was relaxing. It was soothing music to our ears after a day of crowds.

From where we towered above the world, we could see two lighthouses in the distance over the blackened water. Below, people still gathered by the masses for whatever attraction, bar or restaurant they were seeking - if anyone.

“Here are your drinks.” A waitress came back to our two-person, high-top table with a pair of martinis and I sighed as she walked away.

“Ready to go home?” Joel asked, smirked as he placed a hand gently on top of mine.

My fingers squeezed around his and I nodded. “This has been a wild ride.”

“Happy Halloween.”

I grinned again and raised my glass. “Happy Halloween.” Our glasses tapped together and Joel leaned two-thirds of the way across to peck my lips. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” He kissed me another time and then settled back in his chair. At the same time, we took sips from our drinks and I felt my body relax.

“This has been great,” I told him, unable to think of another adjective. “It really revived me.” I gave a nod and looked him in the eye. “How do you feel?”

“A lot better.” He grinned and added, “Thank you for sticking by me. You had every right to run in the opposite direction. You still do.”

“Dr. Miller,” I said sternly, making him chuckle. “I’m going to need you to stop trying to convince me to leave you. Unless you’re secretly trying to get rid of me.” I sipped on my cocktail and kept my eyes on his.

Joel leaned forward, never breaking eye contact. “I would never want that.”

“Then stop saying things like that,” I ordered lightheartedly, leaning back toward him just a little bit.

“Okay,” he agreed, “I’ll work on it.”

“Thank you.” When he lingered, I leaned forward and left a long, closed-mouth kiss on his lips. When I pulled back he was grinning and I chuckled.

“I’m thinking the exact opposite of that, actually.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

“I want you to be with me forever.”

I felt a blush form on my cheeks and I couldn’t help but smile wider. When Joel leaned back, reaching a hand into the pocket of his khaki pants, I felt like my body went numb. And then he pulled out a small, black box and pushed it across the table. I was frozen. My eyes were glued to the box and if it was anything other than what I thought it was, I knew it would be like a kid opening an empty box on Christmas.

“What’s this?” My words barely made it out past my lips.

Joel’s eyes remained on mine as he opened the box. My eyes dropped, staring at the silver ring in the center of it. A Diamond sparkled even in the dim lighting.

“Marry me,” he said quietly, linking his hands to mine on either side of the ring.

“Marry me.” I repeated the words to myself to make sure I heard them right. “Marry me.”

“Marry me,” Joel said again.

My gaze found his again and finally the tears that welded up in my eyes were tears of joy. “Okay.” I laughed and cried at the same time, “I’ll marry you.”

“Yeah?” He kept his voice quiet as mine grew louder, drawing a few glances from other patrons in our direction.

“Yeah.” I giggled and put my face in my hands as I continued to cry at the same time. “Yes.”

“Are you sure?”

“Joel!” I popped my face up. “Yes! Yes!” People were staring at us now and Joel looked around the immediate area, giving a wave and a smile before returning his attention to me. He reached for the ring in the small, black box and slid the ring on my finger.

I jumped up from my seat and I couldn’t help it. I rushed around the table and threw my arms around him, pulling him in to kiss him hard.

“I thought Halloween was a fitting night for us to get engaged,” Joel admitted, holding me close as he spoke in my ear. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“It’s perfect.” I whispered back, holding him close as my fingers gripped the hair on the back of his head. “I love you.”

“Did you two just get engaged?” A female voice shouted from a few tables away.

We both pulled back, still holding onto one another and I responded by showing off my ring. “Yes.”

The costume-clad crowd in the immediate area all began to clap and I couldn’t contain my wide, beaming smile and the tears that continued to fall. When a waitress got wind of it, she brought us over a bottle of complimentary champagne.

“I know it hasn’t even been a year since we’ve known each other,” Joel said, “But life is too short to wait. You changed my life, (Y/N). I’ve never loved or trusted someone more than you. I don’t want to ever risk letting that go.”

“I know how you feel.” We shared another kiss and then took our glasses toward the edge of the balcony that overlooked Salem. I couldn’t help but smile to myself.

A breeze passed through and made me shudder, causing Joel to pull me close.

“Any regrets?” He asked.

I smiled up at him. “None, whatsoever.”

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