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Goode’s Prosperity - Part 10

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PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

I made up Nick’s middle name, btw. 

This is the last chapter of this series :’)

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December 1st, 1985

3:43 PM

Tossing your set of keys onto the table near the door, you shrug off your coat and hang it up before stepping into the living room.

  Nick was lying on the couch, phone in hand as he listened to the other person on the line. He wore his uniform, the last few buttons of his shirt being left undone. You drop your work bag onto the ground beside the couch before you crawl on top of him, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around his middle. 

  He laughs and shakes his head, pressing a kiss to the top of your head while he draped his arm over your form. “Oh, no,” he told the person. “Y/n just got home.”

  “Ah, Y/n,” the other person said, his voice muffled. “And when will I get to meet my future sister in law?” 

  It was clear who he was talking to now. 

  Will.

  Your brows furrow when you hear his voice again. He sounded so familiar, yet you never met him. Still, you could’ve sworn that you’d heard his voice before, but couldn’t remember when. 

  Shaking it off, you listen to the steady beat of Nick’s heart as he answers his brother. “At the wedding,”

  You smile at that.

  “I gotta go to work,” he said. “We’ll talk later.”

  The brothers say goodbye before Nick leaned back and placed the phone back on the receiver that was sitting on the side table. 

  He wraps his other arm around you and presses you tighter against him. “How was your day?”

  “Long,” you answer, playing with the buttons on his shirt. “What do you work til?”

  “One,”

  You groaned. “I am not waiting up for you,”

  He laughed and shook his head, leaning forward and connecting your lips, effectively making you forget everything you were going to say. “I gotta go,” he mumbled once he pulled away. 

  “I might wait up for you,”

  He smiled and shook his head. “You don’t have to,” he said as you got off him. “You look tired.”

  Sitting beside him, you grab the collar of his shirt with both hands. “You look sexy,” you say, leaning down and pressing a kiss to his jaw, cheek, then lips. You tugged him slightly, making his body press into yours.

  “Do you want me to be late?” He asked in between kisses. His hands went to your waist, where they gripped tightly.

  “Oh, come on, future police chief,” you murmur against his lips, your fingers slowly undoing the buttons of his blue shirt. “Showing up late one time is acceptable.”

  At this point, his shirt was fully unbuttoned, exposing his sculpted chest to you. “You’re such a bad influence on me,” he teased, leaning in to press kisses along your neck. 

  “I can’t help it,” you mumble. “Those training days did you well.”

  He shook his head, a smirk on his lips. Sliding his shirt off his shoulders, you pull him down so he is hovering over you. His lips were back on yours and you trail your hands down to his pants, unbuttoning them. Your hand pressed against his member, making him inhale sharply.

  Pulling away from your mouth, he ducked his head in the space between your neck and shoulder, his lips pressing random kisses to your skin. Your hand slipped past the band of his boxers and gripped his length. You slowly began to stroke him, hearing the low groans that left his lips at your touch.

  Your hand sped up as he brought his mouth back to yours. The kiss was messy, loud and desperate. The movement of your hand was only fueled by his needy whimpers that left his lips. While he loved to tease you about how desperate you get, he was no better. In fact, he was probably worse. Every time he touched you, he acted as if it would be the last time he ever would. 

  It was sweet and hot all at the same time.

  Your thumb grazed the tip of him, making his hips shudder and his teeth sink into his bottom lip. He groaned loudly, sending heat waves down your body until they reached your core. Bringing his face close to yours, you press your mouth to his jaw and hum. “You’re so hot,” you say, voice muffled. 

  Nick muttered something under his breath, words that you couldn’t quite make out, before a strangled moan left his lips. You lean down and suck a deep purple mark on his chest, your tongue running over it afterwards. 

  You tug on his length again, making his hips jolt forward and buck into your hand. Continuing to suck random marks on his skin, you create a fast pace with your hand, your thumb pressing against his tip every time you move your hand upwards. 

  His sounds were music to your ears and more than enough to satisfy you. You weren’t planning on getting yourself off this time around, so you were more than pleased to just make him feel good.

  “W-wait,” he stuttered, his forehead pressing against yours. “What about…what about you?” 

  His breathless voice turned you on to no end, but you didn’t want him to be too late for work, so you’d hold back your want for him for now. 

  His words urged you to continue, letting you know that he was close.

  The thought of him not wanting to finish without you had your heart racing.

  You shake your head, your nose brushing against his. “Mmhm,” you murmur, kissing him again. “I want you to come for me.”

  Nick groaned at your words. You weren’t normally the one to talk dirty during intimate moments. He was, so to hear the rare words leave your mouth had him dangerously close. 

  He never could last long with you, something he considered both a curse and a blessing. 

  You trail your kisses up his face, sucking on the skin below his ear. It was his weak spot, as you discovered many months ago, so it was no surprise when he moaned at the way your teeth tugged on his skin. His hands grip your waist tighter, his mouth right next to your ear as he lets out whimpers.

  “I love you,” you say into his ear, pressing a kiss to his cheek afterwards. His entire body shielded you, and you knew you would never get enough of the size difference. 

  Nick moaned at your words, kissing your lips quickly. “I love you,” he mumbled. “Fuck, I love you.”

  You grin up at him, your hand slowing once you see the way his stomach muscles flexed and tensed, signaling his release. Seconds later, he lets out a final moan as he reaches his high. Your hand stops as heavy breaths leave his lips, his forehead resting on yours.

  Pressing a chaste kiss to his lips, you sit up, making him move off you. “You should get going,” you say, standing up and heading towards your shared room. “You’re going to be late.”

  Nick glares at you as he watches you disappear into the room at the end of the hall, shaking his head with a small grin on his face.

-

5:56 PM

Stepping out of the bathroom and into your room, you toss the towel you used to dry your hair into the basket near the door.

  Upon leaving your room, you’re met with the double doors across from yours. Nick’s training room. You had never seen it, and never been in it, as he told you many times to stay out of it. 

  Jokingly, you push down on the handle, expecting to be met with resistance. You were surprised when the handle turned downwards and you stepped back as the door opened an inch or two. 

  You shouldn’t.

  But would it hurt?

  Maybe there’s useful information in there. Maybe, one day, someone breaks in and you have to know where a gun is to defend yourself. 

  It was clear that you were pulling out excuses from thin air. This is Sunnyvale. Nothing bad ever happens here, let alone home invasions. And you don’t even know how to load a gun, let alone fire one.

  Your fingers press against the door, making it open a bit wider, before pushing it open completely. By the window was a desk and chair, and the right wall was covered by bookcases that reached the ceiling. On the left side were shelves that held gun cases. A lot of them. Ammo boxes were next to each case, as well as knives.

  What stood out the most, though, was the mounted goat head that was placed above the window. Since when was Nick into taxidermy?

  Before you could get too far into the room, the phone going off cuts through the silence. You jump slightly before you turn around and close the door.

  You sit on the couch, picking up the phone and being met with Emma’s voice. “Hey. Can we talk for a bit?”

  Emma had been depressed since she lost her older brother, something you had a lot of experience with. You hadn’t seen her much, not willingly, of course. You had wanted to get through the loss of Beth and John by grieving with her, but she became so closed off to the point where she barely leaves the house now.

  “Of course,” you answer, completely forgetting about the unlocked training room down the hall. 

-

December 2nd, 1985

7:30 PM

It was your day off, as it was Nick’s, and since it was too cold to do anything outside, so you were lying on the couch with your back pressed to Nick’s front.

  It’s A Wonderful Life was playing on the TV, a film you’ve seen many times now. It was something you only watch during the month of December, as it was a holiday movie, and seeing as Nick had never seen it, you thought that this would be a great time to watch it with him.

  The pair of you had your eyes fixed on the screen, Nick’s fingers running up and down your arm as he watched the black and white film. 

  You had never felt more at peace than you did right now. If this is what you would be met with for the rest of your life, then you were more than okay with it. Nick is the love of your life, you were sure of it. You had never been this happy since the loss of your brother, nor have you ever felt this loved in your entire life. 

  Tugging on the blanket that was covering the two of you, your eyes caught sight of the ring on your finger. It reflected off the table lamp that was placed beside the couch, making a beam of light shine off the gem. 

  You smiled and grabbed Nick’s left hand in yours, comparing the sizes while also imagining a band on his finger. “Nick?” You asked, your fingers playing with his. 

  He hummed from behind you, his eyes not leaving the screen. You felt bad that you were taking his attention away from the movie, but things like this just couldn’t wait.

  “I’ve been thinking,” you trail off. “I want to get married.”

  Nick laughed at that. “Well, that’s good, seeing as that’s usually what the next step is after getting engaged,”

  You shake your head. “I want to get married now,”

  You felt Nick’s heartbeat quicken at your words. “Now?”

  “Well…maybe not now,” you murmur. “But soon, like, maybe-”

  “Tomorrow,” he cut you off, making your fingers drop his hand. 

  “What?”

  “Tomorrow,”

  You felt weird not having this conversation face to face, but you couldn’t bring yourself to fully turn around, instead you just turned your head, seeing him already looking down at you. “Really?”

  “If you want to,” he said, his voice serious. “I think we’ve waited long enough.”

  You laugh and shake your head. It had been less than a month since you got engaged, so his words weren’t really accurate, but you found yourself agreeing anyway. “Okay,” you nod, matching his grin. “Tomorrow.”

-

December 3rd, 1985

9:23 AM

While getting married today seemed like a great idea yesterday, to say you weren’t freaking out would be an understatement. 

  You were looking at yourself in the mirror of the dress shop, your eyes mesmerised at the sight. The dress was a solid white that reached your feet, with lace sleeves that went all the way down to your wrists. The collar was also lace and the skirt had a few layers of see through fabric that only showed the white of the base. 

  It was perfect. 

   And Emma, who was sitting beside you, seemed to agree as she gave you a teary smile. A smile you hadn’t seen from her in months. 

  That’s how you knew you found the one. 

  Despite Nick’s distaste for them, he agreed to have the wedding in the church of Sunnyvale. You weren’t very religious yourself, but it was the exterior of the Church that made you want to get married there.

  During the first month of dating Nick and visiting Sunnyvale for the first time, your eyes were instantly drawn to the building. The white paneling with the blue shutters that framed the stained glass windows made your whole body ache with want to see what it looked like inside.

  That’s where Nick was now, presumably with the guests. It was a very last minute occasion, something your parents weren’t too thrilled about, but supported nonetheless. 

  It was scheduled to start at eleven in the morning, and your heart pounded loudly when your eyes caught sight of the clock that hung on the wall in the shop. 

  9:49 AM

  “Oh, my God,” you say and step off the platform that was in front of the mirror. Emma shot up from her chair, a confused look on her face. “We got to go.”

  She looked at the clock as well before quickly pushing you back into the changing room.

  When you finally made it to the church, you were let inside through the side door that allowed you to go into the basement to get ready. It was down there where you were wrapped in a hug by your mother and father, before you were told to get ready. 

  Your hair was braided at each side and pinned back into a bun full of curls, leaving your neck exposed so the necklace Tommy gave you was on full display. Your left wrist wore the gold necklace Nick gave you for your birthday.

  All that was left was the veil, which your mom clipped in your hair, just above the bun. After another hug, she left to go sit in her seat. Your father handed you your bouquet, a mix of white roses with light pink peonies. 

  Emma grabbed her bouquet, a simple mix of roses and tulips, as well as another one that held the same flowers. It was for Beth. You knew that she would’ve been beside you today and put aside her hatred for your soon to be husband. It felt wrong to not include her. 

  You nod at Emma before she leads both you and your father back up the stairs. She walked through the church doors, leaving you to stand nervously with your dad by your side. “Are you ready for this?” He asked, hooking his arm through yours. 

  “Yes,” you answer without hesitation. 

  “Then let’s go,” he said before leaning over and kissing your forehead. “I am so proud of you.”

  You gave him a teary smile before he opened the doors and guided you inside. 

  If you thought the exterior was stunning, then you have no words for the beauty of the interior. It was breathtaking and stunning and everything you could’ve possibly imagined it being. The room was covered in flower displays, as were the benches. They were lined with strips of roses and peonies, a white ribbon hung just below them.

  At the back of the church was a massive stained glass window that allowed the light from the sun to flood the room and make it seem as bright as it was outside. 

  But, the one thing that had your eyes tearing up the most was the man who stood at the top of the altar, the officiant behind him. He looked so good in the black tux, his hair neatly brushed and his face freshly shaved. He looked damn near edible.

  Emma stood across from him, and two men stood beside him, one you recognized as James, and the other was, you could only assume, his brother. 

  Will looked so familiar, despite this being the first time you’ve ever seen him. Where had you seen him before?

  You tried to shake off the uneasy feeling, blaming it on your nerves, and walked down the aisle that was covered in flower petals. Before you knew it, your dad was kissing your forehead again and handing you off to Nick, who took your hands in his after you gave your bouquet to Emma. As you looked up and into his brown eyes, your suspicious thoughts of Will slipped from your mind and all you were left with was the overwhelming feeling of love.

  “We are gathered here today to witness the love between my dear friend, Nicholas Anthony Goode and Y/n Y/m/n Slater,” Nick rolled his eyes at his full name being said, something you laughed quietly about as your grip on his hands tightened. “I have seen, first hand, how much this young man adores this woman, and it has been a true blessing to be chosen as the one who will ensure that these two will spend the rest of their lives together, as well as to witness what a kind and good hearted man he has become.”

  The officiant, Phil McBride, was a friend of Nick’s dad, so he really had seen Nick grow and become the man he is today. 

  “If I am not mistaken, I do believe that the bride and groom have prepared their own vows,” Phil said, looking over at Nick with a smile. “Go ahead, son.”

  Nick’s eyes flickered between your own and your lips, the faint scar that found home on your lip staring back at him. He pushed down the anger that instantly started rising at the sight of it. “I didn’t believe in love growing up. I had witnessed my parents’ love many times as a kid, but never felt like I deserved to experience something like what they had. I didn’t think it was even possible. I’m glad I proved myself wrong with that one, and I’m glad that you proved to me that love really does exist,” if you weren’t crying before, you definitely were now. “In other words, you changed me for the better, changed my outlook on just about everything in the world. You make everything seem so beautiful and special and I can no longer be surprised by it, as that’s just the kind of person you are. You had your own battles going on when I met you, and you were still one of the most inviting and kind hearted people I had ever met. You’re beautiful beyond words, too kind and genuine for your own good, and one of the best people this world will ever know.  Even if you can be a bad influence sometimes.”

  Your face heats up and you look back at Emma, who gave you a sly smirk before you turned back around to face Nick.

  “I promise you that I will stay by your side until you’ve grown tired of me, and even after that. I love you and I will continue to love you for the rest of our lives,” he finishes just as a tear slipped from your eye. “Forever.”

  “Isn’t long enough when I’m with you,” you continued where he left off. “There will never be enough time in the world that will be long enough. You brought me out of a dark place, one where I refused to let anyone in, and with one conversation with you, and a scheduled second meeting, you broke down the walls I built within seconds. You cared for me even when you hardly knew me and you showed me that everything will be okay. You were so open to everything I loved and so welcoming when meeting my friends. I know that my brother would have loved you and been proud of how my life turned out since you’ve been in it. We met just under a year ago, and we’re still young, but for me, this couldn’t have come fast enough. You have succeeded past any and all expectations I could’ve ever had for a life partner. I love you, and I always will. Forever.”

  Phil looked away quickly as he discreetly wiped a tear. “If anyone wishes to object to this pairing, speak now or forever hold your peace,” when no one stood up or spoke, he continued. “Nick, repeat after me. I, Nick Goode.”

  Nick grinned at you, his own eyes holding tears, which was a rare sight for him. “I, Nick Goode,” he repeated. “Take you, Y/n Slater, to be my wife, my partner, and my one true love. I promise to cherish you today, tomorrow and forever. To be faithful, to hold you, and love you until death do us part.”

  You refrained from reaching up to wipe away your tears as you repeated his words. “I, Y/n Slater. Take you, Nick Goode, to be my husband, my other half, and my person. I promise to be by your side and always be faithful, through all the ups and downs. I promise to love you and support you until death do us part.”

  Once you were done, Phil handed Nick the band that would soon be yours. “Do you, Nick Goode, take Y/n Slater to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

  “I do,” he slides the silver band onto your finger.

  “And do you, Y/n Slater, take Nick Goode to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

  You take his silver ring that matched yours and slide it on his finger. You both had agreed that gold was too old fashioned. “I do,”

  “Then by the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife,” Phil said, closing his book and putting it down. “You may now kiss your bride.”

  As soon as the words left his mouth, Nick’s hands were on either side of your face and his lips were connected to yours. This kiss was unlike any other the two of you have shared. It was your first kiss as a married couple, your first kiss while officially being Mrs. Goode.

  Your arms wrap around his middle as he presses himself closer to you, lips pressed to yours still in a bruising kiss. You hardly comprehend the sound of claps and cheers when you pull away, your hand slipping into his.

  Together, you make your way back up the aisle, this time with your husband’s hand in yours.

-

5:57 PM

The reception, as well as the after party went by in a blur. 

  The whole time, your body ached for Nick, understandably. And you knew he felt the same way. He had his hand on you the entire rest of the day, whether that be on your back, your arm or your thigh, he refused to be away from you for more than a minute. 

  And the things he whispered to you during your first dance? Oh boy.

  You had to refrain from pouncing on him right then and there.

  But you are home now.

  The door to your shared room was pushed open roughly, the pair of you stumbling in with your arms wrapped around one another. Your lips were connected messily, a mix of teeth and tongue as he slid his jacket off and let it fall to the floor before he pushed you backwards and towards the bed. 

  Before you could hit the comforter, Nick’s hand slid up your back and unzipped your dress. While you slipped it off, Nick’s hands made work on his button up. He ended up ripping off the last few buttons due to his impatience, and before you knew it, his hands were back on you, his thumbs pressing against your cheekbones as he connected your lips once again. 

  Freed from your dress, you take the opportunity to jump up and wrap your legs around his waist. Nick caught you easily, his hands gripping your thighs as he stepped forward.

  Your back hit the bed seconds later, your legs staying locked around your husband’s waist as he slowly grinded his hips against yours. Your mouth breaks away from his as a moan escapes you and sounds out in the quiet room. 

  Nick’s lips moved to your neck and he sucked a dark mark on your skin as one of his hands slipped behind you and unhooked your bra. He dragged the straps of the white fabric down your arms and let it fall to the floor beside the bed. 

  Almost instantly, his lips were on your chest. He sucked another mark on the soft skin of your breast before he trailed his kisses down your abdomen, pausing just above your matching white underwear. He removed them with ease, adding them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor.  

  Without warning, his tongue licked a stripe up your folds before his lips wrapped around your bundle of nerves. Your eyes closed at the contact, your left hand reaching down to grab his right one. Intertwining your fingers, your other hand slid down to tug on his dark hair. Your fingers threaded through the strands, placing your palm flat against the top of his head before tugging again.

  He groaned at the tugs you gave him, the sound sending waves to your core and making you shudder slightly. His teeth nipped your clit, a smirk on his lips when your hips jolted forward. 

  His tongue slid back down your folds before slipping inside you and moving expertly against your walls. You whimpered at the feeling, your toes curling as your thighs pressed against the sides of his head. His left hand wrapped around your thigh and you caught a glimpse of his wedding band. The sight, mixed with the feeling of his tongue, set butterflies loose all over your body and your back arched slightly off the bed. 

  Your hand that was holding his reached down further to grip his jaw, making his eyes meet yours, lust filled in the brown orbs.

  Nick gave your folds one last lick before he pulled away. “How did I get so lucky,” he pressed a kiss to your hip. “To have the prettiest wife, prettiest woman, all to myself?” His hand grabbed yours, pulling it from its place on his jaw and pinning it beside your head as he hovered over you once again.

  “I think we both know that I’m the lucky one,” you mumbled and tilted your head up to kiss him again, both yours and his free hands fumbling around with the button of his pants. You push them down just enough for him to be able to free himself, his hard length brushing against your lower lips. 

  Your hand slips from his and grips the side of his neck, connecting your lips again when he pushes himself inside you. Moaning at the stretch, your head falls back against the bed, your free hand gripping the soft fabric of the comforter and twisting it between your fingers.

  He sets a slow pace at first, letting you adjust to his size. Secretly, he also had to adjust to your tightness. No matter how many times you’ve done this, you remain as tight as the first time. The only difference was that Nick knew every inch of you now and knew exactly how to get you to surrender yourself completely to him.

  Your hand slides up his face to tug on his hair, successfully making it messy. Your rings reflected off the fading sunlight that creeped in through the window, making a lazy smile form on your lips. “Can you believe that just a few hours ago we got married?”

  Nick lifted his head from its place on your shoulder, eyeing the rings as well, a boyish grin on his face. “Not all all,” he replied, his hand gripping your thigh and wrapping it tighter around his waist. 

  “Now I’m officially off limits,” you joke, a breathy moan escaping you afterwards. 

  Nick gave you a look, and you knew his protective, yet slightly possessive side was coming out. Just what you wanted. 

  You wanted him to call you his, despite you being his in every single way now, as he was yours. He was your first real boyfriend, your first love, your first time, and quickly became the first person you ran to when you needed someone to shield you from the rest of the world.

  Kind of like how his body was shielding the entirety of yours right now. His broad shoulders covered any view of you if someone were to walk in, and the thought sent a jolt of excitement through you. 

  Nick gave a rough thrust, making the small, barely there smirk fall from your lips. “You were off limits from the second I first saw you,”

  God, was this side of him hot. It never failed to make you feel wanted, desired, even, in every way. 

  His lips pressed a surprisingly sweet kiss to your lips before he leaned his head back down towards your shoulder. “But you already knew that,” he murmured against your skin. “Didn’t you?”

  When he began to pick up the pace, you found yourself struggling to find words, let alone form any.

  You knew it would add fuel to the burning fire that was steadily growing inside of him since you gave him the image of you with someone else. You also knew that he would begin to go harder and become rougher with you. 

  And what’s a wedding night without rough sex?

  A boring one.

  Letting out a hum at his question, your head falls to the side and your eyes close briefly.

  Briefly, because as soon as the sound left your mouth, his hand was on your chin and he was turning your head to face him again. “Answer the question, pretty girl,” he muttered, his mouth brushing against your but not taking the final step and kissing you. You whined at that, completely turned on at the state you put him in, but he just tightened his hold on you. “You’re mine, aren’t you?”

  When you didn’t answer again, Nick stopped his movement of his hips, his hand falling from your chin to press against the space beside your head as he lifted himself off you slightly. “No! No no no, please,” you say, too messed up to care at this point about how desperate you sounded. Your arms wrap around his neck, pulling his body back down so it is pressed tight against yours. “I’m yours, baby, all yours. No one else’s.”

  Nick grinned against your mouth at your words, pressing a kiss to it as he resumed his movements, swallowing the sigh of relief that escaped you at the return of friction.

  He hummed against your lips, his hand moving down to hold your hip tightly. “Fuck, you take me so well,” his voice was borderline breathless, a sound you felt yourself clench at involuntarily. He groaned, moving his head to your neck, sucking a deep mark on your skin. “Never getting over this. Never letting you go.”

  “Please don’t,” you whimpered as his thrusts went from slow and soft to quick and rough. “Don’t ever. Don’t you dare.”

  Nick laughed at your words, which faded into a strangled moan as you clenched around him once more. 

  “Let me ride you,” you murmured against the skin just below his ear, sending chills down Nick’s entire body.

  He pulled away slightly, his hand pressing against your lower back as he moved up the bed, turning his body so his back was pressed against the pillows, rather than your previous sideways position on the middle of the bed. 

  You lifted yourself so your legs were on either side of him, your knees digging into the sheets beside his hips. Placing your hands on his face, you slowly moved your hips, lifting up just slightly before dropping back down onto him. 

  In this position, you could see him in all his glory. You could see the faces he tried to hide from you, the ones where his brows are furrowed and his bottom lip is caught between his teeth. 

  What a sight it was. 

  Your hands turned his head to the side, making him groan at the tight grip you had on his hair, and kiss along the underside of his jaw, making your way towards his neck. 

  If you asked yourself at the beginning of this year, where do you see yourself in a year’s time? This would’ve definitely not been the answer. 

  You probably would’ve said something along the lines of; working and looking for a job position in which you could use the knowledge you learned from school and really make a future for yourself. 

  You definitely wouldn’t have said; fucking your husband on your shared bed in the apartment you lived together in, right in the middle of Sunny-fucking-vale.

  It’s crazy how one person, one guy, changed your entire plans for your future with a simple meeting in a little café. 

  “I feel you,” you mutter in his ear, grabbing his wrist and placing his hand on your lower stomach. Nick’s mouth opened as he watched the bulge that formed against your skin every time you sunk back down on him.

  “Fuck,”

  His other hand held onto your waist, helping guide your movements. 

  You press his hand harder against you, to the point where he could feel the girth of his member as it entered you. He was so mesmerised at the sight that your next words caught him completely off guard, “I want you to fuck me until I’m carrying your baby,”

  You said it so nonchalantly, yet so seriously that his eyes shot up to meet yours, a moan getting caught in his throat. 

  There was no way you just said that, right? I mean, sure, Nick has definitely thought about you carrying his kid, and the image of your round belly was more than enough to drive him insane, but you had never talked about kids. 

  This was definitely not the first time you fucked without protection, so there was always a chance, but this was completely new.

  And fuck if it didn’t nearly make him come at the thought.

  “Yeah?” He asked, his hand sliding up from your hip and inching towards your neck. Ever since your attack, Nick has damn near refused to touch your neck during intimate times. It was a common thing he did before, and the absence of his hand wrapped around your throat was missed quite a lot. 

  But it had been nearly half a year, and you refused to let some pricks from Sunnyvale take away the things you, and Nick, found pleasure in. 

  You hum, taking his wrist again and moving his hand so it was pressed against your neck. At his hesitant expression, you rolled your hips onto his. “Please,” you whimpered.

  At that, Nick’s finger wrapped around your throat, nearly encasing it entirely because of how much bigger he was. 

  The feeling made your eyes roll back, your hips twitching as you picked up the pace of your bounces. Your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as you felt a knot begin to form in your stomach. 

  Nick moved his hand that was pressed against your lower abdomen, placing it back on your hip as he roughly fucked up into you, a broken moan fleeing from your mouth.

  Desperate cries escaped you as you met his thrusts, your legs and thighs beginning to burn with overexertion. 

  That didn’t stop you as you chased your high while also trying to bring Nick to his. Knowing what his secret weakness was, you move your hands up to tug on his hair, the sharp pull making him let out a loud groan. 

  “I need you to,” you whispered, unable to form proper sentences. “Please. Please, baby, I need you. Please.”

  Nick seemed to understand you and he pressed his lips to yours, making every cry and moan sound muffled as he gave another hard thrust, the intensity making the pressure become too much. 

  You fall limp around him as your high crashes through you, your legs shaking as Nick continues to gently slide up into you. Only seconds pass before he, too, reaches his climax, his warmth spreading inside you and making you feel completely full. 

  Wrapping his arms around you, his fingers calmly run through your now messy hair, the bun it was tied in completely unraveled, leaving just your braids pinned back.

  You let out heavy breaths, your chest pressing against his with every inhale. Your fingers softly scratched the base of his neck, flattening down the short hairs you previously messed up. 

  “I can’t believe we’re married,” you mumbled, lifting your head from his shoulder and looking into his eyes. “I love you so much.”

  Before he could respond, you kissed him, shutting him up without him even getting a chance to say anything. 

  His hands caressed the sides of your face as he pulled away, his forehead on yours, keeping eye contact with you. “I love you,” he said back, brushing his nose against yours. “Wife.”

-

December 4th, 1985

3:23 AM

Maybe having Nick’s hand wrapped around your throat was a bit much too soon.

  It had been weeks since your last nightmare of your attack, so you were extremely shaken up when you found yourself cornered behind the Shadyside hospital. 

  “Please, stop,” you whimpered as the leader of the three stepped forward. 

  “Shadyside scum,” he muttered, the voice making your ears perk up and eyes widen. “You don’t deserve to be like us.”

  Ignoring his words, you squinted at him through the darkness. “Will?”

  Will froze for a second, his face void of any emotion. Before long, he was back in your face, his hand wrapped tightly around your throat and nearly cutting off your air supply. 

  It was then when you woke up, your body sitting upright as your fingers gripped the sheets. 

  The movement woke Nick up, and he was sitting next to you within seconds. “Hey,” he said quietly. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

  Tears filled your eyes as you looked at him. They spilled over once he placed his hand on your thigh. “I know who attacked me,” you say so quickly you weren’t sure if he even understood you.

  He clearly did as he tense up. It was a sensitive topic for the both of you as he still blamed himself for the whole situation. He clenched his jaw as he exhaled through his nose. “Who?”

  “Nick,” you sobbed, facing him as tears rolled down your face. Right then and there he knew something was seriously wrong. Before he even had a chance to figure out what it was, you spoke again, and nothing could have prepared him for your answer. “It was your brother.”

  Nick looked at you, his face expressionless as he processed your words. 

  No fucking way.

  How could he have not known? Will had been upfront about his dislike for his brother’s choice of lover ever since the start. How could he have been so blind?

  He didn’t have to ask you if you were sure, or if it was someone who looked like his brother, your current state was proof enough. 

  His mind went back to all those months ago, when Will asked him about your work schedule and what hours you work. He planned it for weeks at that point. His own brother betrayed him in the worst way possible. His own family. His own blood. 

  Slowly, his arm wrapped around your shoulders, pressing your body into his as you cried silently. He pressed the side of his head to yours, allowing you to cry onto his shoulder. His gaze was forward, eyes on the picture of him and Will from their childhood that sat on the TV stand. 

  What you couldn’t see was the deadly look in his eyes, or the way his blood pumped with anger, hatred and betrayal. 

  And what you didn’t feel was the way he got up from the bed once you were asleep again, his hands numbly reaching for his jean jacket that was thrown on the chair in the corner. 

  He left the apartment seconds later, his focus solely on finding his brother and finally getting the closure he’s wanted for months now.

-

11:56 AM

You called into work today and asked them for the day off so you could ‘adjust to married life’. It was a total lie, and you felt worse when Anne gave you a whole week off. 

  The nightmare, as well as the realization that it was Will, your now brother in law, who was the one who attacked you sent you into a spiral of emotions. How it took you so long to realize, you have no idea. There were so many times where you could’ve given more attention and thought to, but you doubted yourself. Maybe in fear that Nick wouldn’t believe you. But somehow, you knew it was Will all along, you just couldn’t remember.

  It made it feel like it happened yesterday - made you feel unsafe once again. 

  You sat on Nick’s side of the bed, your back pressed against the pillow and phone in hand. Your eyes were lazily fixated on the screen of the TV, watching blankly as the weatherman announced there would be a storm coming soon. 

  “I’m sorry I couldn’t make it to the wedding,” Eve says from the other line. “I would’ve done anything to be there, but management is on my ass right now.”

  Humming, you take your eyes off the screen. “No worries,” you replied. “It was pretty quick, anyway.”

  “Ooh,” Eve said, making you roll your eyes. “It was a busy day, I take it.”

  Grinning, you shake your head. “You’re the worst,” you joke, looking back at the screen just as an emergency broadcast came on. Nick and Kapinski were standing at what appeared to be the train tracks that separated the two towns. Kapinski looked sad, while Nick looked emotionless. “Hey, I’ll call you back.”

  Eve said a quick goodbye before you hung up and placed the phone on Nick’s nightstand, watching as the reporter came into view. “We are here with officers Kapinski and Goode, where we just learned of the gruesome murder that took place here early this morning,” the man said, stepping closer to Nick. “Officer Goode, can you tell me anything that happened?”

  Kapinski moved the microphone from in front of Nick’s face. “The body was identified as Will Goode, my partner here’s brother,” he answered. “Show a little respect, yeah?”

  Your ears rang at the mention of his name and you sat up straight. “I am so sorry for your loss,” the reporter said in a voice that gave away his true feelings. “Is there anything else you can tell us and those at home watching? Were you two close, you and your brother?”

  Nick looked directly at the camera as the microphone awaited to catch his answer. Keeping his eyes locked on the camera, and locked on yours, all he said were two words that had your blood running cold. “Not anymore,”

  You stand up from the bed and turn off the TV, heavy breaths leaving you.

  There was no way, right?

  Nick couldn’t have, right? Sure, it was awfully convenient that Will was announced dead a mere hours after Nick found out it was him who put his hands on you, but he was with you all night. You weren’t that heavy of a sleeper, so he couldn’t have slipped out and killed his brother without you knowing, right? 

  You didn’t know anymore.

  Looking at the picture of the brothers, you felt hot tears stream down your face. Your hand lifted and covered your mouth as sobs left your lips, the sound of them being muffled. 

  You ran to the phone and put in a number you dialed many times, but not recently. It rang for only a second before a voice came through. 

  “Sorry, the number you have dialed is not in service at this time,”

  “Beth,” you whimpered, covering your mouth again as you sunk down to your knees and leaned back against the side of the bed. You repeated her name as you cradled the phone, your body rocking back and forth as you cried. 

  You had no idea how long you were like that for.

  You don’t even remember getting up and leaving the phone on the floor, the dial tone ringing quietly throughout the room. 

  Somehow, you found yourself outside Nick’s training room, your hand ghosting over the handle. When you tried to turn it, it stayed in place. He remembered to lock it this time, you guessed.

  Without thinking, you grab a nearby plant with a hard pot and slam it on the handle. It broke the pot, sending the plant itself, dirt, and porcelain falling to the ground beneath you. The door handle dropped to the floor seconds later. 

  You open the door and step into the room, your heart feeling like it was about to beat out of your chest. 

  Looking around, you make your way to the gun rack and search. For what? You didn’t know. But something felt seriously wrong and your gut was screaming at you to confirm your thoughts. 

  Finding nothing, you move onto the bookcase and browse through the hundreds of books, sending some of them tumbling to the ground during your rushed search.

  Lastly, you moved onto the desk. Opening all the drawers, you find a small box in the bottom one. You held the box in your hands, more tears slipping from your eyes as your fingers numbly tried to open it.

  When that didn’t work, you stand up from your knelt position and walk around to the front of the desk, your back now turned to the door. You slam the box against the edge of the desk a few times, hearing it pop open due to the force. 

  You were scared to open it, but this would confirm that Nick is not a killer and he was innocent and still the man who owned your heart. 

  Placing the box on the desk, you slowly open it and gasp slightly.

  The first thing you saw was Will’s drivers license, something he probably should’ve had on him when he died. It was smeared in a red liquid, and you nearly gagged at the realization of what it was.

  Next was a folded piece of paper, and you read the words quietly. 

  Official Training License for Michael C. Jones.

  Mike. Your mind went back to the time when Nick told you that no one had seen him for months. Why didn’t you clue in? It was right in front of you. 

  Moving that aside, your fingers wrap around a bracelet and almost instantly you know it belonged to Beth.

  Letting out a choked sob, you bring the bracelet up to your heart and hold it there for a few seconds before you put it down next to the license, your eyes widening when you pick up the third item. It was a piece of yellow fabric, and you immediately recognized it as a piece from Tommy’s Grafton Notch Maine shirt. It was partly stained brown, and you knew it was dried blood. Blood that was seven years old.

  You drop it onto the desk with a cry as you hold the last item in your hand. Your face scrunched up in a pained expression as you looked at the polaroid. It was of your thirteen year old self. You and Tommy were leaning against the Camp Nightwing sign, his arm thrown around your shoulders as you both wore large grins. 

  You remember taking it. It was the day your parents dropped him off at the camp, and he wanted a picture of the two of you to put in his cabin. All these years, you had no idea what happened to this picture. You asked the police to look for it, but they never found it. It was your last picture with your brother. 

  “No,” you whimpered, bringing your hand up to cover your mouth as you continued to look at the picture. Your eyes flickered between your rings and the photo, realization quickly forming in your head.

  The entire time, nearly a year now, Nick knew exactly who you were, who your brother was, what your backstory was.

  It was all a lie.

  Emma lost her brother, and lost herself along the way. She was now a broken version of herself because of him.

  And Beth… Beth.

  How convenient it was that the girl he had been fighting with for the entirety of your relationship died in a brutal way, and he was the one to announce it to the world.  

  You felt sick, an unrelenting need to empty your stomach starting to become too much to resist. 

  Before you could cry out in regret and agony, the sound of a voice made you jump. “I told you to not go in here,” his voice sounded so emotionless, you found yourself scared to turn around and face him.

  But you did, and when your eyes met his, his face void of any emotion, the picture slipped from your fingers. He stood in the doorway, boot covered feet standing in the mess of dirt and porcelain, and you wondered briefly how you didn’t hear him come in. 

  You didn’t have time to think as he slowly stepped forward and towards you, a glint in his eyes that you had seen him give other people, mainly Beth, plenty of times, but never directed towards you. 

  It was a deadly look, and your heart fell to the floor when he closed the distance completely, his hands reaching upwards and straight for your neck.

THE END.

Happy Birthday to me <3:))

GUYS it’s finished ! I had this entire thing planned out from start to finish since September 2022 and to see it all come together is so fulfilling. I hope you all loved this series as I LOVED writing it. Thank you all so so much for the support. It truly means the world. xx

#nick goode x reader #nick goode fluff #nick goode #nick goode imagines #nick goode 1978 #nick goode 1978 smut #nick goode 1978 x reader #nick goode 1978 imagines #fear street imagines #Fear Street x reader #fear street 1978 #fear street 1978 x reader #fear street

[samrsgyi]

Sheila with a Fem s/o who's 18 years old

( Sheila is 19 it's confirmed)

( If you're under 16, get out of my swamp)

-As we all know Sheila is a bully a huge one

- You and Sheila are like a relationship that's overly protective and cozy

- Despite Sheila bullying Ziggy you always tell her," Stop acting so cocky and just be respectful the Ziggy for once."

- Of course, all she would just do is ignore your comment and continue saying terrible and hurtful things to Ziggy and continue bullying her

- In the night, you and Sheila would cuddle, she always lives being the big spoon

- Even though you're only 18 you're full of intelligence and being gorgeous

- You're appearance is literally stunning, she could not hold back from asking you out

- During the color wars at night, you left her a note telling her to come to cabin 10 and she did

- It was a trail of flowers 🌺🌹 and she went in the cabin then went into one of the stalls and she saw another note telling her to look up and she did

- She saw you up on the celling and you plopped down and she catches you in time

- " Babe what is this? She giggled. " It's cute, but also hot." She teased

- You giggled then you were mesmerized by her Beauty and decided to kiss her. And while it turned into a huge make out session, you guys kissed out the door and went to your cabin. It was empty... Perfect.

- After the steamy session. You were both lying in bed with the sheets over you guys and you both were naked. You were both asleep cuddling until, in the morning, Joan was gonna come and tell Sheila and you that you guys missed the color wars, but instead found you both under the sheets cuddling naked. Joan was shocked and flustered at the same time then let out a silent, " OMG." Then she giggled softly and ran off to go tell all the shadysiders and sunnyvalers

- You found out about it and wanted to strangle Joan so hard her soul came out of her but, Sheila was there to calm you down

- Then Cindy and Ziggy came in to see you guys and asked you both at the same time, " Is it true?"

- " GET OUT. " You yelled

End

#Sheila Watson x Fem! Reader #Fear street 1978 x reader

[coryosbaby]

Sweet Serial Killer *ੈ✩‧ Young! Gf! Nick Goode x reader (1)

“𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻

𝓓𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱,

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱! “

Summary: Murders are happening around Camp Nightwing, and you’ll do anything for your best friend Nick.

Warning: mentions of murder & violence, dubious consent, yandere! Nick, possessiveness, obsessive behavior, mentions of pedophilia (NOT by nick), pictures without consent, toxic relationship asf, god complex, male masturbation, oral (m & f recieving), p n v, breeding kink, dumbification, size kink, daddy kink, missionary, riding, the reader is very dependable on Nick, loss of virginity, creampie, marking, squirting, dom! Nick, sub! Reader

Nick isn’t an inherently violent person.

But when he meets you in the summer of ‘76, all of that is thrown out the window.

You’re a camper. And no, you aren’t a child; you’re eighteen years old. Nick is twenty, beginning as his first year as a counselor. At Camp Nightwing, it’s taboo for a counselor and camper to become romantically involved. But Jesus, Nick just can’t help but be so in love when he looks at you. Your cabin is right next to his, and he sees your sweet ass everyday, watches you strut around with him on his off days and have fun. You’ve both grown incredibly close. And if anyone messes with you, they have to deal with him.

And waves of intense rage aren’t new to him. But right now, he has still never been so incredibly angry.

He watches as a camper, some guy named Alex and around your age, torments you; pulls your hair, calls you names, makes fun of your makeup. And it makes his blood boil. You’re so precious, so much of an angel. No one needs to treat you this way. He approaches, quickly breaking it up. On the outside, his demeanor is calm, is safe.

To you, Nick will always be safe.

Alex scurries away quickly when Nick starts murmuring threats through clenched teeth. Tears are running down your face, and Nick brings his arm around your shoulder and guides you to his empty cabin. You bury his face in his neck when you’re both finally alone on his bed. He pulls you away and begins to stroke your tearful face soothingly.

“Shh,” he murmurs. “I know. It’s okay, honey. That fuckin’ asshole..” he looks at you with slight concern for a moment. “He didn’t hurt you, did he?”

You sniffle, and shake your head. “He p-pulled my hair, a little bit. But I’m fine.”

If Nick had any previous guilt about his plans for tonight, they’re all gone now.

“Okay..” he smiles, a small laugh leaving his lips as he runs his hands over the outer corners of your eyes.

“You ruined your makeup.”

You frown, worried. “Do I look bad?”

“What? No, not at all.” How could you ever think you look bad? “You look.. you look really pretty, y/n.”

“Oh.” your face flushes, and you smile. “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.” He replies. And then,after that, you lay down on his bed and he reads you your favorite book while you curl up on his left side. It’s one of the things he does to help you feel better, to make you feel even more protected and safe with him.

And then later that night, the first murder at Camp Nightwing takes place.

༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

The next day the talk is all around camp. Alex, the boy that had harassed you the day before, is dead.

You’re in shock. No one has ever died at the camp before; it’s full of teenagers and kids doing arts and crafts, after all. In a situation like this, they should close down the camp. But the death itself was confirmed to be an accident; he had somehow slipped off of a cliff beside the lake that campers weren’t allowed to approach, and had hit his head on the rocky floor below. A counselor had found him that day, and there were rumors that it was incredibly brutal; his head was completely smashed to pieces.

Some people, however, believe it wasn’t an accident. There were rumors that a few campers saw someone in a black robe and a weird mask that resembled that of a ghost. But those were just rumors, for now.

You shove the thought that Alex deserved what he got down into your gut, and decide to feel bad for him.

“I just don’t get it,” you explain to Nick the next day, in the empty art room. “Why would you even go over there? It’s like, the most dangerous spot.”

Nick shrugs as you refer to Alex, as he knots a new bracelet for the third time that day.

“Dunno,” he replies. “Like I said, he was an idiot.”

His tone and the use of the word ‘was’ makes bile rise in your throat, but you change the topic to the task at hand.

If anyone knows you, you’re just a little… dumb. So, Nick helps you with your crafts in your art activities everyday, always teaches you new things because you’re interested and don’t know how. It’s not just in this field, where you depend on him; he helps you with practically everything, even feeds you from time to time. He knows how to take care of you, how to keep you satisfied and happy.

He watches as you struggle to tie a knot in the bracelet that you’re creating, watches as you slam it down onto the table and make a sound of frustration. He chuckles, amused.

“Having fun?”

“Fuck off, Nick.” You snap . You immediately begin to apologize, not meaning to have sounded so rude.

“Im so sorry!”

“Don’t apologize, y/n. It’s okay, I promise.”

He hates when you feel as if you’ve said something wrong around him. You could never anger him.

“It’s just…” you rub your eyes, careful not to destroy your glittery makeup. “I can’t.. I can’t make the bracelet. It’s not working.”

“That’s okay,” Nick assures. “I can teach you. It’s okay, here-“

His fingers move to grab the strings from you, maneuvering the plastic stand it’s attached to so he can gain better access. He looks down at the instructions.

“Yeah, this knot is complicated,” it’s not, but you don’t need to know that. “All you’re doing wrong is not looping it around. If you just..”

He smiles as he grabs your cherry red nails into his larger set of hands. He brings them down and shows you the proper way to tie the bracelet, and you squeal in victory when you’re finally done. It’s a little jagged along a section, but it isn’t too bad.

“See! I knew you could do it. You’re such a quick learner.” Nick praises. You flush.

“Thank you.”

He watches as you tie the ends. And then, you’re nervously looking towards him.

“I want you to have it.. i-if that’s okay!”

Nick beams, happily snatching the bracelet from your hands and slipping it onto his wrist.

“Thank you, angel. I love it.”

He picks up one of the bracelets he made and insists that you wear it too. He ties the ends for you, and slips it around your wrist. You smile. And then, with ease, he brings his lips down to your wrist and places a kiss to it. The nervous lip bite you give him makes his cock harden in his pants, but he chooses to ignore it for now. You smell so sweet, the perfume on your wrists making his eyes practically roll back. It’s so you, and he can’t get enough of it.

“Do you want to go back to my cabin?”

The words make you stutter, knowing that the cabin is empty and that everyone is away at another camping activity at the lake. But alas, you utter a quick ‘yes’. When you get inside he guides you to sit down at the head of his bed so he can read to you again. But once he gets through a couple paragraphs of The Great Gatsby, you’re already leaning onto his shoulder sleepily.

“Tired?” He asks.

“Mhm.”

“C’mere.”

He grabs one of your arms and slings it over his chest. You sigh happily, shoving your face into his shirt as he moves down to lay flat on the bed.

“Go to sleep. I’ll wake you up when it’s time for dinner.”

“Okay, Nicky. Thank you.”

Oh, how precious.

Your soft snores fill the room as you sleep. Time ticks by, but Nick can’t seem to keep still as much as he wants to. So, gently, he removes himself from underneath you and pulls his blanket over your shoulders as you turn over in your sleep. He watches as your tits seem to practically spill out of your tank top. His breath catches in his throat. It’s not that noticeable because it’s on your lower side, but your nipple has seemed to slip out of the fabric.

The thing he does next is probably incredibly wrong. But who can blame him, with you looking like that?

His hands go down to palm the bulge in his pants. He breathes heavily, lip getting caught in his teeth as he watches your slow moving breath and beautiful face. He brings his hands into his pants and begins to stroke himself with vigor.

He knows it’s incredibly risky. You’re his best friend, and if he gets caught doing this you might not be anymore. But precum spills over his fist and he thrusts into his own palm mercilessly. He starts to imagine scenarios with you in them: taking your tits into his mouth, sucking on those pert little nipples that he loves to see peeking through your shirt. Fucking that tight little pussy he knows you have, while you’re on all fours and your ass is bouncing back against his abs. And then, lastly, watching your little cunt get stretched beyond its boundaries as he impales you, your virgin blood coating his cock and leaving your creamy spend on him. This makes him keen, and then he’s stuffing his fist into his mouth as he cums all over the inside of his briefs. You begin to stir, not quite waking up, but it makes Nick’s mouth water even more at the thought of you catching him. You don’t wake up, however. You’re always such a deep sleeper.

Nick sighs, moving into the bathroom to wash off his hands and then change into a new pair of underwear.

And then, when he’s next to his dress, he catches sight of his camera.

It’s a Polaroid camera, a dark brown that he keeps with him whenever he wants to take picture of the camp’s scenery.

But maybe it can be used for other sights.

He remembers to turn the flash off, and then he snaps a picture of your sleeping form. And then, another. And another. And another. All at different angles, some far away, some so close that it’s a surprise that you don’t hear the click of the device and wake up. When he’s done he gathers up all of the pictures that have been printed and shoves them into his drawer full of shirts, next to another set of pictures. Ones that consist of a boy in water, with his head missing.

He checks on the clock on the wall. It’s dinner time, now.

He goes over and lightly shakes you. It takes a few minutes of this before your eyes finally crack open.

“C’mon, sweets, you gotta wake up,” he murmurs. “It’s time for dinner.”

You blink, wiping the sleep away from your eyes and smearing your makeup in the process again. But when you get up and look in the mirror, you choose not to acknowledge it.

You don’t even notice the anxious look Nick gives you when you ask for some of his clothes and reach into his t-shirt drawer. He’s so thankful that he hid the photos in the very back, because you don’t find them.

He makes a mental note to move them to a place where no one would think to look.

 ༶•┈┈୨♡୧┈┈•༶

The next day Tommy Slater teaches you archery.

You’ve see the boy around, not really ever talking, but he’s sweet, with nice hair and a pretty smile. He holds your arms in the right position as he helps you pull back the strings of the bow. When you pull it back, it’s the first time ever that you hit the target. You pull him into a hug, and his hands go down to your waist as he asks if he can buy you a cherry coke from the vending machines.

Nick watches the whole thing with displeasure when you say yes.

No one really notices, but Nick just always seems to be around you, even though there’s a whole other side of camp to be taught. It’s a surprise, really, that the boy can keep his job. If it wasn’t for the extra class he teaches everyday and his father being the sheriff, he’d probably be fired.

Nick really hasn’t had that much of a problem with Tommy before. He’s a nice guy, and they get along well whenever they work together. Hell, Tommy was even his bunkmate for a while before he decided to switch and room with his brother, Will.

But he’s talking to you. And he’s being a little too nice, too touchy to see you as a regular camper or friend.

And Nick can’t have that, can he?

So a week later, after you had started to grow close with the boy, Tommy Slater is found with a noose around his neck. A suicide, of course. It’s incredibly unfortunate for you; you cry about it, not leaving your cabin all day over the death of your new friend when you find out the news.

Of course, Nick is there to comfort you. He doesn’t leave your side, and stays with you for the entirety of the day while you sleep on top of his shirtless, warm body.

He’s such a good friend.

You sigh as you roll yourself out of your bed. You’re exhausted, mentally. Nick had begged you to come to dinner with him, but to no avail after many minutes of struggling. You figure right about now that the best thing to do is your makeup. Something that sounds incredibly stupid, but it helps you relieve a lot of stress. You bring yourself back over to your bed with your makeup bag and begin to apply a full face.

You jump, almost smearing your eyeliner, when Nick opens the door. Although you shouldn’t get excited at a time like this, you smile when you see an ice cream cone in one of his hands.

“Finally getting up?” He teases. You nod.

“I guess so. No use getting hung up, right? We..” you’re trying to seem positive, but the image of Tommy’s body hanging from the ceiling brings bile to your throat. You swallow it down as you apply a layer of blush and grab the ice cream cone from Nick. “Me and Tommy weren’t even that close.”

Nick shrugs, sitting down beside you and resting his head on your shoulder to watch you apply your mascara.

“He’s in a better place now, y/n.” The boy assures.

You nod in agreement, but you’re still a bit upset. You shake the thoughts out of your head and lick at the ice cream cone. Nick watches some it drip down your chin, and he imagines what it would be like to stuff your mouth full.

“So,” He starts. His eyes never leave your mouth. “Are you going on the camping trip tonight?”

Every Saturday, campers go deeper into the woods and camp out. You know Nick enjoys it, but the thought of sleeping in a tent with no air conditioner tonight does not sound like fun.

“Probably not.” You reply.

“That’s okay.” Nick assures. He can tell by the look on your face that you feel bad for ditching him. “On second thought, how about I stay here with you tonight? I know you don’t like to be in the dark alone.”

You roll your eyes. “I’m not scared of the dark, I’m scared of what’s in the dark! But also, won’t you get in trouble?”

“Whatever you say, sweetness.” Nick replies. “But I’m staying. I’ll just say I’m sick. ”

“That’s…good. I want you here.” And it’s true, as you utter the words. Nick smiles, and watches as you get up to throw away the ice cream cone (one of your weird quirks that Nick has picked up is that you only like the ice cream itself, and not the cone). When you bend down to drop it into the trash can, your shorts ride up and the soft globes of your ass are exposed. Nick exhales sharply.

You hear him, and turn around to look at him in concern. “Are you okay?”

Nick coughs, eyes averting from you as his cheeks glaze over into a dusty pink. “Yeah! It’s just a little stuffy in here, that’s all.”

“Oh.” You frown. “Do you want to go to your cabin instead? You have a better air conditioner, anyway.” And then your eyes light up. “And you have a radio! We can listen to music tonight!”

Nick chuckles at your excitement. He knows you enjoy music. “Yeah, honey.”

“Yay!”

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It’s not long before almost everyone in camp is away, and you and Nick are alone. Although the trip is optional, very few people decide to stay behind. Will had left, his eyes lingering on you a bit too long as he tells Nick to ‘have fun’. Nick’s eyes had narrowed at his tone, and he had put a possessive grip on you as he guided you to his radio so he could teach you how to use it.

And that night, Nick introduces you to weed.

It’s not something you’re opposed to, you’ve just never got around to it. And when Nick pulls out a small bag of the skunk smelling drug, you’re happy to get high with him.

You giggle as Nick runs his fingers over your legs in a teasing manner. He knows your ticklish behind your knees, and of course he isn’t going to ignore the chance of getting to touch you. His radio plays ‘Fear The Reaper’ in a blaring tone, and the both of your eyes are red rimmed and watery. You move away from his hands and off to bed to explore the things in his room, dazed.

And then you catch sight of his camera.

You pick it up, and feel the plastic device with your fingertips.

“I’ve never seen you with this,” you say. “Is it new?”

Nick lifts his body up off of the bed to look at you.

“No, I’ve had it for a while.” He replies.

“Oh.” and then, your hands begin to flimsily play with the buttons.

Nick grins. “Do you want me to take pictures of you?”

The question catches you off guard, but the look on his face, begging, can’t make you say no.

“If you want.”

“That’s great,” Nick pauses, hesitant. “Can you get on the bed for me?”

“Yes sir.”

You don’t mean to say it, really, but you just want to follow his directions. You think he’s going to be freaked out, but all he does is give you a sweet smile.

“Good girl.”

Your face flushes, and your twiddle your fingers as you begin to climb onto the bed. You move your hair so it rests behind your shoulders, and smile. Nick snaps it, the perfect view of you on your knees for him. You move to another position, sideways, and tilt your head back.

So cute, Nick thinks. And all mine.

By the third or fourth, you’re comfortable enough to not be shy.

“Is this good?” You ask. You’re leaning forward now, on your knees once again. Nick can see your cleavage at this angle, and he thinks you’re the most sexiest thing he’s ever laid his eyes on.

“Perfect.” And then, another pause before he speaks. “You’re so beautiful.”

You blanch, as if that’s the first time he’s ever said it. You look up at him with a look he can’t quite place.

“Do you really think so?”

“I think you’re perfect.”

Dazed and Confused by Led Zepplin is playing on the radio now. The tension in the room grows intensely, in this moment, as Nick utters the words. It’s as if it’s never been experienced before. It has, many times, but usually there was someone or something to interrupt that tension.

So now, all that Nick can think to do is throw the camera onto the bed, move over to you, lean down, and press his lips to yours.

It’s probably a dumb idea, but if it goes the opposite of the way Nick wants then he can just blame it on the mary jane in his system.

But you kiss back. The boy suspects you’ve never been kissed before, because your lips move awkwardly against his. It’s endearing to him, and he moves to press himself closer to you. You moan against him when he begins to climb on top of you. He pulls away, his thighs caging your hips down. He grabs your hands and moves them above your head.

“You’ve never done this before , have you?”

You look away shyly, shaking your head as you do so to signal the word ‘no’. He grabs your face with his strong hands and guides you too gaze at him again.

“Look at me when I’m talking to you, y/n. Yes.. or no?”

Your lip gets caught in between your teeth as he looks down at you hungrily.

“No.” You utter softly.

He tuts, bring his hand down to your hip and rubbing the soft skin there.

“So no one’s ever touched you here? Hm?”

You shake your head.

“Poor baby.” His hand moves down further. He’s ghosting his fingers over the crotch of your shorts. You squirm, a small squeak leaving your mouth when he presses on your clit through the fabric. “What about here, baby? Anyone ever played with this little clit before?”

“N-Nick, c’mon-“

“Who? Are you lying to me? Has someone touched you here?” His tone is demanding, now, angry. You look up at him with wide eyes. He’s always been so gentle with you, and his attitude now shock you.

“No..” and then, softly, “no sir. I promise.”

He calms, a small smirk beginning to play on his lips. He rubs, gentle and slow, on your clit. You mewl, hands going up to his hair for leverage as he teases you.

“Such good manners. Being such a good girl.”

His fingers leave you. You whine in protest, beginning to grab his hand and put it back where it was, but he pushes your grip away. He chuckles.

“No, no. You’re going to do something for me first.”

Your face goes red, when he grabs your hand and presses it against his girth.

“You feel that, baby?” He’s taunting, watching as your mouth opens on instinct and your soft wet tongue lolls out. “Feel what you did?”

“Yes. Yes, daddy, I-“

The word that leaves your mouth isn’t intentional, but when it does it has Nick groaning, thrusting his hips up into your hand.

“God, that’s it. You want me to be your daddy, baby? Wanna be my little girl?”

You nod, eagerly, and you begin to move to unbuckle his jeans. He makes a noise of disapproval, though.

“No. Stay right here.”

And then he’s moving off the bed and to the foot of it, beginning to unbuckle his belt. He beckons you over, but stops you when you begin to get off the bed.

“No,” His hand goes down into his pants, and he breathes shakily.

“Crawl.”

Your pussy is practically drenched at this point. A small moan sounds in the back of your throat, and you get on your hands and knees. The look Nick gives you as you move towards him is so dark that you aren’t sure it’s even him anymore. But fuck, he looks so handsome, so beautiful. You can’t help but do what he says.

You’ll do anything for him.

He grabs you by your shoulders and pulls you up on your knees at the edge of the bed. His shirt has ridden up, exposing a sliver of his tanned and toned skin.

“What do you want me to do now, daddy?” The words you’re saying sound so unlike yourself, but it’s like something different has taken over you. All you can think or feel is NickNickNickNickNick. Over and over, your pussy throbbing and spilling wet juices all over the inside of your panties.

“Take your shirt off, sweetheart.”

The demand is one you follow instantly, and when you slip the shirt over your head your nipples are puffy and swollen. He grins, moving down to flick one of your nipples.

“These are so pretty. We should get them pierced, don’t you think?”

The thought of needles going through your tits make you wince. Nick laughs.

“I was just joking, angel.”

“We have to have those nice and ready for our baby, don’t we?”

Your eyes widen, and he laughs again, as if pregnancy is some kind of game.

“Joking, again. God, you’re so gullible, you know that?”

You really don’t think you’d mind carrying his baby, but you don’t mention that right now. Instead, you bring your hands to the bulge in his pants. He groans in surprise, and looks down at you.

“You little minx. Get to work, then. Since you want to be so impatient.”

You hesitate, not really knowing what to do.

“Can you teach me, sir?”

He presses your mouth to his clothed cock, and you gasp at the sudden movement. You drool all over the fabric of his jeans, the confines of the zipper making his incredibly large cock press against the denim.

“Gotta taste it first, don’t you?” He teases. He yanks you away from his dick and pulls your head back so you’ll look up at him.

“Give me a kiss.”

You do, reaching up desperately to kiss him on his soft, sweet lips. He strokes your face, gentle unlike the past few minutes.

“Do you feel safe with me?”

You nod, and he nods his head in understanding at the confirmation.

He begins to unzip his fly. And then, you watch as he pulls out his thick length. You gawk at how pretty and large he is, his tip shining with precum and his balls drawn up tight.

“Do you trust me?”

His voice is rougher now. He strokes his cock, and you ache for it to feel the deep canal of your throat.

“Yes, daddy. You’re the only person in the world I’ll ever trust.”

“Good. You only need me.”

And then he’s rubbing the tip over your lips, and you’re eagerly suckling the soft skin and licking the precum off. He tastes so good, so salty and bitter but so perfectly divine. He growls low in his throat, holding back as much as he can so he doesn’t destroy your perfect little mouth.

“Yeah, just like that. Didn’t even have to tell you where to put that slutty mouth. You think about this a lot, don’t you?”

You nod, as much as you can with your mouth full.

“Run your tongue along the vein.” He directs, watching as you pull off and ask him what to do next. “You see, right there?”

You follow his directions perfectly, following the trail and then moving to kitten lick underneath his head. His eyes roll back, and he shallowly thrusts into your throat. You become desperate, then, and before he realizes what’s happening your downing his whole aching prick in one singular stroke.

“Oh, fuck, you bitch!” He’s loud, and his resolve breaks. He grabs your head with both of his hands and begins to fuck your throat with vigor. You choke, your eyes watering, but you don’t want him to let up. Looking up at him through watery lashes, you see that his had is tilted back and his mouth is open in shock and pleasure.

“I can feel the back of your goddamn throat, Jesus fuck..”

He slows, just a bit, when he sees you struggling to breathe.

“Remember to breathe through your nose, sweetness.”

His advice helps you, and soon you’re relaxed as he uses your throat. Your hands grip his thighs, and on a particularly deep thrust your nose hits the curly black hair at his base. It’s amazing, how much you can take.

Not that Nick has been with many girls, but he’s been with a few. And all of them could hardly take his cock inside their cunt, much less their throat. Nick giggles at the irony, then, sadistically. Of course you can take it. You’re made for him. And he’s your god, a life force that you’re devoted to, that you can’t ever escape.

“Yeah, you’re a pro at this,” Nick says roughly. “ My good little cocksucker.”

That sets you off, and your fingers begin to go down and rub your clit. It doesn’t take long before Nick is pulling you off and pushing you back down on the bed. He grabs you by your thighs and begins to unbuttons your shorts aggressively. When he gets down to your underwear he’s pulling them off with a quickness and shoving them into his back pocket.

You really should be shy right now, but you aren’t. It’s just that way with Nick. You can do anything, show him anything, and you’ll still feel like the most free person to ever exist. He spreads your legs wide, and he doesn’t hesitate to go down and get a taste of you.

He licks a stripe up the expanse of your drenched pussy, makes sure to add a little bit of tongue when he gets to your clit. He thumbs the swollen button, plays with it like it’s a toy. Your back arches, his touch setting flames off on your skin and inside of you.

“Nicky, please..”

Your voice is raw from getting so harshly throat fucked, your eyes droopy and already fucked out from all the foreplay. He says nothing, instead choosing to gather up some of the precum from his cock and use two now lubed fingers to shove inside of you. Your hips soar off the mattress, the sudden stretch burning intensely, but not as much as you would’ve originally thought. You’re so wet that you’re really up for anything, at this point. You flush with embarrassment when you hear your wetness gushing around Nick’s fingers. But he looks pleased, intensely so, and bends down to press a little kiss to your clit.

“Aww, look at that,” he coos. “You’re so wet, aren’t you? Did daddy make you this wet?”

“Yesyesyesyes-“ you practically scream when he rubs your inner walls a certain way, and it makes your legs shake and makes tears stream down your cheeks. “please keep doing that, daddy. Oh my God!

You can feel your orgasm approaching, and it’s embarrassing that you’re cumming this soon. But you’re a virgin, after all. You can’t help it. And so, with a sharp intake of breath and a moan, you cum all over Nick’s fingers. He watches as your juices coat his entire hand and shirt as your legs start to convulse in pleasure. He smiles, satisfied. You just squirted all over him.

“There you go.. just like that. Good girl. Give me all of that, baby.”

When you come down it’s like you’re wiped of energy. Nick notices. His hand goes up to stroke your face.

“You have to give me one more, okay? Just one.”

You shake your head, eyes going closed, but he slaps your cheek lightly to keep you awake.

“Still need fuck you, honey. I want you to be awake when I do it. Want you to remember.”

You bite your lip, hesitant, but then you nod. He smiles, and your heart flutters as you look down at him in between your legs.

“That’s my girl.”

He adjusts your thighs, pulling your spent body towards him. His cock nudges against your entrance. It’s different from what you’ve just experienced, much more intimate and warm. So he guides himself into you, gently. It hurts, and you let out a noise of displeasure. You start to cry again, but out of pain.

“Daddy- c-can’t, ‘s too much..”

“I know you can take it, sweet girl. Don’t you want to make daddy proud?”

You hiccup, tears flowing freely down your cheeks, and you whisper a small, “yes sir.”

He pushes into you for what seems like forever, and when you finally feel his pelvis pressing against your clit you jump from the stimulation. It causes you to clench down on him, and you cry out at the feeling of him losing control and thrusting into your open canal. He groans, lifting himself up with his hands to keep himself still.

“Don’t do that baby, ‘s gonna hurt you. Fuck, you’re so tiny. My cock is splitting you in two.”

Yeah, you wanted to say, like I warned you it would.

But you don’t say that, and soon his cock just feels like a lot of pressure. So when you tell Nick to move, he tries his hardest to be slow. He’s shaking, the fact of being in control of himself a new phenomenon. But when he drags himself out, slow, and then pushes himself back in, you begin to feel different. He hits that special spot again, just right, and your hips move back on him at their own accord.

“Daddy.. please. Fuck me! want it hard…”

The words spill out of your mouth quickly, your brain going haywire. Nick’s hands become bruising in their grip, and he shoves your hands over your head again and begins to pound you vigorously. Your wetness leaves a creamy ring around the base of his cock, and you look absolutely gorgeous, letting him use you.

“Fuckin’ beautiful little girl.. love having this pussy fucked, don’t you? Making daddy so proud..”

You moan loudly, his praises making more wetness drip out of you.

“Love you, daddy, love you so much!”

Nick’s hips stutter at that, and although it should be a very large milestone to cross, it feels perfectly natural, perfectly true to say, and it makes his head spin. His perfect little girl, worshipping him and his cock. You’re a dream come true.

“Holy fuck.. I love you too, sweetheart.” Your heart aches, so deeply. He loves you. Nick, the boy you’ve been completely devoted to and have worshipped the entire summer, loves you.

You can feel his thrusts speeding up, his hands bruising on your skin. ‘M gonna cum, shit-“

He twitches, flooding your sticky walls with his cum. Your hips shake, your pussy milking him dry.

“Love your cum, sir, feels s’good.” You slur. The fact that you’ve gotten riled up and haven’t came again is in the very back of your mind. Nick’s cock, his body, his devoted time and attention to you, is enough to satiate your needs. When he pulls out of you he makes sure to watch his cum drip out of your needy hole, and then rubs your clit in gentle strokes.

“just give me one more, baby. Cum for daddy one more time.”

And who are you to resist? Shaking, your brain turns to mush. Your tummy tightens and then you’re spilling again, watching as Nick looks down at you with adoration.

When you slow, his hands move up to swipe some hair out of your face and tuck it behind your ear. You smile bashfully, watching as he lays down beside you and beckons you over to him once more. It’s peaceful, resting now in the darkness of his room. The radio is still playing, soft just as before. And when you sleep, you dream of sweet nothings.

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And then two days later, you’re being harassed by the camp’s janitor.

His name is Lloyd, and he’s older, much more so. He’s noticed you around, he says. He wants to get to know you more.

You’re uncomfortable by his offer. He’s a grown man, for christ’s sakes! And not an attractive one, at that, so why would you even attempt such a thing with him?

Of course, Nick isn’t too far behind when Lloyd starts spewing harsh words when you reject him. He pulls you behind him protectively, and begins suggesting that he call his father and tell on him. Lloyd instantly backs off, but his narrowed eyes never leave yours as he walks away.

Later that night, there’s a camp bonfire. You smile as you conversate with Nick while a bag of marshmallows between the two of you. You shove one into your mouth as you discuss Carry by Stephen King, and he agrees that it’s one of the best. Your head rests on his shoulder, his arms wrapped around you. Although campers and counselors technically can’t be together, no one around really cares at the moment; they’re all too busy with their own friends to notice. You grab Nick’s hand and suggest that he take you to get more snacks from the cafeteria. He trails behind you, watching your ass bounce in the tiny skirt you’re wearing. It isn’t long before you’re buying a coke and Nick is using every excuse in the book to guide you behind the deserted building and up against the wall.

His lips press gently into your neck in a sloppy, wet kiss. Your coke is forgotten, the soft drink’s bottle sitting on the concrete beside the both of you. You fall into Nick more when he bites down softly on the spot below your ear; he’s only fucked you once, but he knows your body like the back of his hand.

You sigh, your hand grabbing his and discreetly guiding it to that warm spot in between your legs. He huffs out a laugh, watches your face contort into carnal pleasure when he rubs your clit softly.

“Needy, baby?”

“Want you..” you whine, hands gripping his shirt. “Fuck me here. Wan’ everyone to see…”

“Jesus,” he moans, your hand going down to palm his aching shaft. “Only fucked you once and I’ve already turned you into a little cockslut, huh?”

You nod as his thumb brushes over your lips in a playful manner. You bring the digit into your mouth, making sure that it hits the very back of your throat. Nick groans at that, bringing his thumb out and crashing his lips into yours. You taste like cherry coke, and from the past few days of the constant making out you guys have been doing, Nick can infer that this is just how you taste. It’s so perfect, so incredibly sweet and precious. He grabs your arms and turns you around so he can press your body against the wall behind you. His hands undo his belt, and then he’s lifting up your skirt to see your pretty cunt.

“No panties, sweetheart?”

“Just wanted to be ready for you, daddy.”

The way you say it, so giving and dedicated, makes Nick’s cock jump. When he pulls it out he presses it flush against your bare mound and slaps your lips playfully with his tip. You squirm, little pussy red and swollen.

“Love this little pussy so much, baby,” Nick coos. He rubs your clit with his length, and it makes you tremble. “Need you to beg for daddy. C’mon, be a good girl.”

You don’t even hesitate, your voice shaky and desperate. “Please! Need you so bad, daddy. Please fuck me!”

He doesn’t hesitate to shove himself inside you, then. And although the stretch still hurts, it feels better than last time and it makes you mewl as he begins to harshly pound into you. He yanks you back by your hair, your body pressed flush against him, and he uses his other hand to yank your top down and expose your tits to the night air. They scrape against the brick wall, and it the sting makes you clench around him.

“Good little bitch.. such a tight little pussy…”

And then his tone becomes darker, and he begins to put a bruising grip on your hip.

“Tommy could’ve never fucked you like this, y’know.”

The sentence catches you off guard, your body slowing its movements. But only slightly; because as fucked up as it is, Nick still turns you on. You stutter, your eyes rolling back when Nick’s cock grazes your insides perfectly.

“W-What?”

And although it seems like Nick should be ashamed or feel caught saying the thing he just said, he doesn’t. Instead, his fingers reach down to rub you clit, as he chuckles darkly.

“You heard me. That little fucker. You were going to leave me for him, weren’t you?”

Your eyes furrow in confusion, tears beginning to form at the stress of his interrogation and his harsh thrusts. Nick slaps your ass harshly, watching it jiggle and move against him more.

“Answer me!”

“No! No, I only ever wanted you! I- I didn’t-“

“Good.”

His fingers slap your pussy, and then he’s rubbing your clit in harsh circles again. You practically scream, your wetness gushing down his dick.

“Now fucking cum for me.”

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You ignore Nick as he walks you back to his cabin.

You don’t know what else to do. How else are you supposed to react when your best friend slash lover decides to talk about a dead friend in bed?

It should upset you more than it does.

You’re freaked out, a little bit, of course. But the guilt, that pit in your stomach, isn’t as prominent as you thought it would be. And when Nick pulls you into a hug and softly asks, “stay, please?”, you can’t resist him. Will is out, you assume. Probably with a random girl or still at the bonfire.

None of that matters, right now. You turn your head when Nick tries to kiss you. He frowns, hands coming up to your hair.

“What’s wrong?”

“Why’d you say that stuff earlier, Nick?” You ask quietly. Your nervously bounce on the balls of your feet. “That was really mean.”

He sighs, looking regretful as he takes your face into his hands.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know I shouldn’t of said that. I got carried away..“

His lips land on yours, gentle. You’re extremely tired, your limbs weak and your pussy aching from Nick’s harsh fucking. You don’t know how to feel, but the softness of Nick’s lips makes your eyes flutter shut.

“I won’t do it again,” he murmurs, as he pulls away. His thumb goes to wipe away stray mascara that had smeared on your face. “I promise. Just stay with me?”

You know it isn’t right. You know that what he said was messed up, was something you should leave him for. But you don’t. You just nod your head obediently, and join him on his bed. And when you’re trying to sleep and his length rubs up against your thigh, he asks if you want him. You say yes, and It’s true.

And when he brings himself up to your lips, you lick his cock clean, and show him your devotion.

@itsthatonegirl

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[lllivia]

They look so tiny I wanna carry them all in my pocket

#jackie taylor #jackie taylor x reader #jackie taylor smut #yellowjackets #cindy berman #fear street #fear street 1978 #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler smut #nancy wheeler x reader #st #stranger things fandom #stranger things #lllivia #wives

[reareaotaku]

Nick Goode Headcanons

Prone to jealous

Like hardcore

He wants people to know you're not available

Also very protective

Especially when the murders start. He doesn't care about anyone else. He just wants you to be safe [Even though technically he caused the danger]

He's not afraid and doesn't care about murder and is willing to do it

He'll just pin the murder on someone else [Probably one of those Shadyside kids]

If anyone dares thinking of bullying you, they'll go missing. No one would ever think that little, precious Nick Goode did it

He seems like your Knight in Shining armor

He gets worried when he doesn't know where you are or what you're doing

He's a control freak

He needs to control you, but he can't outright do it

^ He still has an imagine to uphold

He's very caring to a certain point

He'll emotional manipulate you if you do something he doesn't like

He has a certain set of rules for you to follow and he says they're to keep you safe

^ It's just a way to control you

Oh, but it's okay; He still loves you and he tells you every day

But each time it starts to sound more and more forced to you

#nick goode #nick goode x reader #fear street #yandere x reader #yandere horror #yandere slasher #fear street 1978 #yandere nick goode #yandere fear street #yandere fear street x reader #yandere nick goode x reader

[starry-moonshine]

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

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

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Soft Kisses - Sadie Sink

Pairing | Sadie Sink x Fem!Reader

Warnings | makeouts

Word count | 280

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

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

Sadie Sink Masterlist

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

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

"Y/n,"

"Hmm?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

#ziggy fear street #fear street trilogy #fear street x reader #fear street #fearstreet1978 #fear street part 2: 1978 #cindy berman x reader #lesbian #fear street part one: 1994 #wlw #fear street 1978 #fear street incorrect quotes #cindy x ziggy #ziggy berman #ziggy berman x reader #ziggyxfemreader #fluff #sadiesink #sadie sink x reader #max stranger things #max mayfield #drabble

[supercap2319]

Can you do some more Kurt from fear street smut please

"I know it was you, Berman. You stole my fucking beer and condoms. Give em back." Kurt pushed Y/N against the cabin wall. The Sunnyvale counselor of Nightwing had caught Y/N Berman running from his cabin and when he checked to see if any of his stuff was missing; he noticed his alcohol and condoms were missing and immediately suspected Y/N.

Y/N looks at the other boy with a grin on his face. "Why would I want your STD rubbers? And you have shit taste in beer. What should I expect from a preppy pretty boy Sunnyvaler?"

"You talk when I want you to talk. You got that you Shadysider trash?"

"Is that the best insult you can come up with? Boy you Sunnyvalers are terrible at trash talking." Y/N jokes as Kurt gets angrier at him. "You got a big fucking mouth on you. I should keep it busy."

"With what? Your terrible beer?"

Kurt had enough as he roughly pushed Y/N to his knees before he pulled his cock out of his shorts and slapped it against Y/N's cheek. "Get it wet for me, bitch."

Y/N wasn't about to take orders for a pretty boy like Kurt, but he couldn't deny that blowing the hottest guy at camp Nightwing was a lewd fantasy. Especially with what he had in store for him. Y/N opened his mouth and wrapped his lips around Kurt's dick and started to suck him as the counselor began to moan and groan at the wet mouth on his cock. He ran his fingers through his hair and tugged hard as Y/N bobs his head back and forth. Taking everything that Kurt is giving him, and swallowing it down like a pro. Y/N wouldn't say he was a slut, but he's had lots of practice blowing his fellow Shadysiders. Kurt was a challenge.

"Yeah, just like that. You were born to suck cock. A cocksucking whore." Kurt moaned as he looked down at Y/N. Seeing the little shit where he belonged. On his knees for Kurt. The sight made his cock twitch harder as he began to thrust his hips in and out of Y/N's mouth, creating a saliva trail. Y/N began to gag on Kurt's big cock as the other boy grabbed his head and held it in place as he face fucked him. "Fuck, yes! Damn are all you Shadyside guys cock sucking faggots, or are you the exception?"

Y/N moaned around his length as Kurt continued to fuck his mouth until he was getting close to cumming. He looks down at Y/N and smirks at him. "Take it you little bitch!" He moans as he came inside Y/N's mouth. Filling his mouth with rows and rows of hot white seed and some of it dripped down Y/N's mouth.

Kurt pulled out and tucked himself back into his shorts. "Damn. You have a pretty good mouth."

"And you look good when you cum. Right, Ziggy?" Kurt and Y/N looked to see Ziggy Berman with a polaroid camera.

"You're fucked up, Berman's!"

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ SPICY ALPHABET — tommy slater

WARNINGS: 18+, lightly implied chubby/soft bodied!reader, general smut that comes with nsfw alphabets

A/N: i want y'all to know that this doc was created in 2021 and I have rediscovered it today and finished it while trying to fix my bg3 mods to play multiplayer.

A is for AFTERCARE — what they’re like after sex

➥ very very VERY affectionate guy

➥ would definitely take the time to clean you up and make sure you were okay afterwards

➥ there isn’t too much he can do at the camp, but he always makes you feel loved and cared for after

➥ has a stash of your favourite snacks and drinks for whenever your over

B is for BODYPART — favorite body part of theirs + their partner’s

➥ thigh/ass/hips/waist guy for sure, likes the give of your flesh wherever he's holding onto you as he's fucking you

➥ isn’t into overtly sexual pda, but is prone to let his hands wander to your ass if you guys are making out and away from prying eyes

➥ you'd mentioned before that you liked how strong his arms are, throwing the kids around in the water, so if he had to pick anything on himself it’d be his arms

C is for CUM — anything to do with cum

➥ if you’re on birth control, I can totally see Tommy getting off on being able to cum inside you, he barely needs to wait before he's hard again, stuffing his fingers in you to mix his cum with your arousal, living off of the sounds that come for your mouth and your cunt

➥ if he can’t cum in you he's fine with whatever you want

D is for DIRTY SECRET — pretty self explanatory

➥ he's seen the way you've taken charge while your going about you tasks around camp, and finds himself wanting to be bossed around by you in bed

E is for EXPERIENCE — how experienced are they?

➥ not much before you came along

➥ doesn't like anything casual, so anything he knows comes from girlfriends, what he hears in the locker rooms, or from a naughty magazine he has hidden in his room

F is for FAVOURITE POSITION — this goes without saying

➥ really likes seeing your face and/or being as close as physically possible

➥ if you're flexible be ready to be bent basically in half if your on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders as he bends down to kiss you

G is for GOOFY — are they serious in the moment? humorous? etc.

➥ if it’s the first time you two are together you can bet your top dollar that he would be super serious, wanting to make sure you were enjoying it just as much as he was

➥ probably only humorous if you guys knock something over or something like that, laughing at the mess you guys are making before going back to it.

➥ overall probably more on the serious end than the goofy end

H is for HAIR — how well groomed are they? etc.

➥ well, considering the time, hair on either of you probably wouldn't be that big of a deal, so if you do or don't shave, he has no problem with either

➥ I feel like he wouldn't like shaving because the regrowth would be too irritating, but if you have an issue with a full on push he will trim it as low as he can

I is for INTIMACY — how are they during the moment?

➥ very intimate, loves being close to you in whatever way he can, holding your hand and trailing kisses all over your body

➥ there is no way to misinterpret his affections for you during your day to day life, but having sex with him really drives it home

➥ you are his world and he will make sure you know it wherever and whenever

J is for JACK OFF — masturbation headcanon

➥ doesn't really have that much of a high sex drive, until he's in a relationship and after you've been intimate

➥ know how it is to be that close to you means it takes very little to turn him on when you cross his mind, and it doesn't even have to be sexual, it just ends up with him with his hands down his pants if he's alone

K is for KINK — one or more of their kinks

➥ he doesn't like doing anything sexual in public, but really gets off to you having to be quite if someone is close enough to hear you

➥ absolutely loves the sounds muffled by your pillow or hand

➥ if it's his hand over your mouth it's even better, being able to feel your shaky exhales on his skin, the vibrations of your moans, it's got him shoving his face in your neck or pressing your lips together to stifle his own sounds

L is for LOCATION — favorite places to do the do

➥ anywhere behind closed doors is good enough for him

➥ the less likely someone is able to walk in on the two of you the better, he doesn't want anyone ruining the moment or, most importantly, making you uncomfortable in any way

M is for MOTIVATION — what turns them on

➥ he is easily conditioned by you, so if you do the same thing before sucking him off (putting your hair back in some way) or calling him a pet name usually saved for more intimate moments to try to get a rise out of him, it will turn him on faster than he thought possible

N is for NO — something they wouldn’t do, turn offs

➥ he isn't too big on causing you pain, so spankings or choking are probably off the table

➥ i don't see him being a fan of anal

➥ probably against having another person joining you guys as well

O is for ORAL — preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.

➥ isn't very picky or selfish so he doesn't have a preference, enjoys both equally

➥ if he hasn't gone down on any of his partners he won't really know what to do, but knows enough in theory that he would only need a little guidance from you for what you specifically like

P is for PACE — are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.

➥ can go either way but he prefers slow and sensual

➥ he's very intimate and loves being as close to you as possible, which you can't really do with fast and rough

➥ won't deny you if you want to change things up, and is fully capable of pounding you until you're a sobbing mess if that's what you want

Q is for QUICKIE — their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.

➥ at the camp it's typically quickies if your nighttime schedules don't match up

➥ lunch sometimes ends up being skipped in favour of a few precious moment spent together

➥ don't worry though, he'll sneak into the kitchen to grab you both something quick to eat to make up for it

R is for RISK — are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.

➥ is generally down to try anything you ask

➥ he found out he likes hearing you desperately trying to stifle you sounds from fucking you a room over from other camp councillors, so yeah, he's not down to try something out at least once, expecially after finding that out

S is for STAMINA — how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?

➥ can go for quite a while

➥ he's typically big on foreplay, so you'll have probably cum before he's even been inside you

➥ depending on how long you've been apart from each other sexually will depend on how long he can last

T is for TOYS — do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?

➥ he definitely won't own any, but won't really care if you use one when you're apart

➥ I don't think he'd be all that big on using them together, but I also think you could change his mind, since he'd give it a try if you asked

Would probably only like using a vibrator on you to edge you, holding it to your clit while he sits inside you, feeling your walls spasm around him

U is for UNFAIR — how much they like to tease

➥ while I do believe Tommy is a tease, I don’t think it would be something he could fully commit to

➥ he’d make little comments here and there to get you flustered, but any teasing to prolong foreplay would be very quickly abandoned the second you plead for him to do something

V is for VOLUME — how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.

➥ probably not loud, but will make quite a bit of noise

➥ cursing whenever you clench around him, heavy pants that turn into desperate moans and groans as he gets closer to the edge

➥ his moans will probably get caught in his throat as he cums

W is for WILD CARD — a random headcanon for the character

➥ when you two had first gotten intimate, he had eaten you out, laying down on his stomach and rutting into the bed

➥ he didn't even notice he had cum until you had rolled him over to return the favour

➥ despite his initial embarrassment, the sight of you sucking him into full hardness, cleaning up the mess he made with your tongue is probably one of the hottest things he's ever seen

X is for X-RAY — let’s see what’s going on under those clothes

➥ average length but kinda thick, the head larger than you'd expect

➥ it's the perfect stretch, and even when you tease him by only taking the tip, it's big enough to get caught on the rim of your opening if you take him too deep while you roll your hips

Y is for YEARNING — how high is their sex drive?

➥ high when you guys get together

➥ loves being close to you, and the feeling off your body against his, even if it's not sexual, will get him aroused one way or another

➥ if you have to spend some time away from each other for whatever reason he will be so desperate for you it's not even funny, it's almost like he's a virgin seeing a naked woman for the first time

➥ bricked the fuck up until he can touch you again (those reunions tend to last a while and you can bet the first round will be desperate and rough)

Z is for ZZZ — how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

➥ if it's at night in the safety of one of your cabins, the second you're taken care of and you two are wrapped up in eachother, he's out like a light

➥ I feel like he's used to being busy right until he's going to sleep, so he's able to fall asleep with no effort at all

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Always Forever

Ziggy Berman x fem reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Is that Tommy?" Ziggy asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ziggy hugged her as they both laugh.

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

"Hi." Y/N waved to Cindy.

"Hi." Cindy waved back to her

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

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

"Found what?" Cindy asked

"Three guesses." Alice smiles.

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

"What? What is it?" Ziggy asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Who?" Said Cindy.

"Sarah Fier." Y/n said

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

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

Cindy got up grabbing a shovel handing it to Ziggy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"For Shadyside." Cindy said looking at Ziggy.

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

"For Shadyside." Y/n said.

"ALICE!!!" Cindy shouted.

Tommy swinged his axe killing Alice.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"No, Alice!" Cindy starts crying.

Y/n hears a women singing.

"What is that?" Ziggy said.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Here?" Said Ziggy

"Yes." Said Cindy.

Cindy starts digging.

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

"I hit something." Said Ziggy.

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

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

" I don't know?" Said Cindy.

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

" I don't know." Said Ziggy.

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

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

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

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

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

Cindy grabs the shovel turning to Y/n.

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

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

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

Y/n and Ziggy hold hand in hand running.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Ziggy closes her eyes as she dies.

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

Hope u Ziggy berman lovers like this, ❤️ 💖 💗

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Bury A Friend - Part 9

Series Masterlist

PSA: strongly suggested to read the warnings before proceeding.

Part Nine <3 | Previous Part

October 18th, 1985

9:57 AM

You wake up to Nick’s tight grip on your waist and you smile to yourself, nuzzling your head further under the comforter. 

  You waited up for Nick last night, which was probably a mistake as he didn’t get home until around twelve in the morning and you were exhausted by the time he walked through the door. After you asked him about the case and how it went, the pair of you were off to bed.

  As you were falling asleep, your mind drifted off to Beth. Things were going so well. Why did she have to break the peace? And why on earth would she ever think that Nick was the one who attacked you?

  Ending the friendship was hard, but it also felt inevitable. She would never be able to accept the fact that Nick made you the happiest version of yourself, and you were done giving her chance after chance.

  Well, there was a slim chance that maybe, maybe, in the far future, you’d be able to forgive her for her mean and uncalled for words, but not yet. And not for a while. 

  Nick wakes up a few minutes later, and after making small talk for a while, he points out probably the only positive outcome of your now ended friendship with Beth. “At least one good thing came out of last night,”

  You hum in question, not bothering to lift your head from his bare chest. As you trace circles on his skin, his arms tighten their hold on you. “What’s that?”

  “Now you have one less reason to go back that place,”

  That place meaning Shadyside. “Yeah, I guess that’s true,”

  Nick contemplates his next words before deciding to just get it over with. “I know you’re close with Eve and all, but maybe you can try getting a job at the hospital here. I’m sure they’ll love to have you there, you’re a hard worker,”

  At that you smile. You loved your job, and the bond you had formed with your co-workers, but maybe it was time to leave Shadyside in your past. “Thanks, baby,” you lift your head and press a chaste kiss to his lips. “I’ll think about it.”

  Your words were surprising to him. He has never brought up the possibility of a workplace switch, and part of him thought you would shut it down right away. 

  “Okay,” he says quietly, a peaceful grin on his face. One of his hands moves upwards to caress the side of your face, connecting your lips once more. You kiss back, pressing against him while your own hand reaches up to tug on his hair. 

  It was clear where this was going, that much was obvious by the groan that left Nick when he heard the sound of the phone ringing. He pulls away from you, muttering under his breath as he gets up.

  You smile to yourself, using your arms as a pillow as you lay half on your side and half on his. 

  Within seconds, Nick was back in the room, his eyes scanning the room for his police uniform. 

  “What’s the matter?” You ask once you caught a glimpse of his furrowed brow. 

  Nick tugged his pants on and threw his shirt over his head. “There’s something going on in Shadyside,” he said as he sat down next to you, bringing his leg up so he could tie his boots. “Two dead and one injured.”

  “Oh, my God,” you say and sit up, letting the sheet fall off your shoulders and exposing your tank top covered chest to the cool air. “Did they say who they were?”

  “No,” he stood up and grabbed his button up from the chair. “I’m sure it’s just some sad sack involved in an armed robbery or something.”

  You weren’t sure how to respond to that, so you cross your legs and rest your hands on your lap. 

  Nick comes over to you and grabs the side of your head, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head. “I’ll be back this afternoon, hopefully,” he said as he turned around and headed for the door. “I love you.” He called out to you, his voice fading the further away he got.

  “Love you,” you trail off, knowing he couldn’t hear you. 

-

1:36

All day you had a sinking feeling in your chest, like something was seriously wrong. 

  It was driving you mad, and no matter how hard you tried to ignore it, it just kept coming back, and stronger than the last time. 

  After cleaning the entire apartment, you sit down on the newly made bed, your eyes on the TV in hopes that there would be an update that would calm your racing heart. 

  The reporter looked too happy to be reporting the death of two people, but anything to get paid, right? “I’m here with officer Kapinski here, on scene of a gruesome murder. Now, officer, can you confirm that there were, in fact, two deaths that took place here, late last night?”

  “Yes, I can confirm that there were two bodies, as well as one with serious injuries. The roommate of the victim is the one who brought this to an end by shooting the perpetrator after she got a few stabs into him,” Kapinsi explained and your heart hurt for the victims, despite having no idea who they were. 

  “Can you tell us who these two people were?” 

  “I didn’t identify them, myself. My new partner, Nick here, did,” the camera pans over and your boyfriend comes into view. He looked nervous, which was surprising as he was usually really good at hiding his emotions, especially in public. 

  “Oh, well, who did you identify the bodies as?” The reporter asks, shoving his microphone in Nick’s face. 

  You smile at the way he glared quickly at the man before regaining composure. He stared at the camera, seeming to stare right into your soul before answering the question. “I can identify the two fatalities as a couple of local residents of Shadyside, John Kidsman and….Beth Roberts,”

  At that, your smile slowly faded until your lips quivered with unshed sobs. Tears gathered in your eyes, but they didn’t fall. No. No. This can’t be true. 

  Nick wore a look of pity, almost as if he knew you’d be watching. 

  How? How?

  You felt like the world was caving in on you and your hands tightly grip the comforter. Nick and Kapinski kept talking, but you could no longer hear them. Your ears were ringing and your face burned, your hand covering your mouth in pure shock.

  There was no way, right? You just saw her last night, and she was fine. Upset from the turn of events no doubt, but alive. 

  This couldn’t be true. 

  So, you dried your teary eyes with your sleeve, and turned the TV off, not bothering to watch as your boyfriend’s face abruptly disappeared from the screen.

  After having a lengthy shower, you left your hair to air dry as you took a seat on the couch, the latest issue of Tiger Beat placed in your lap. You lost yourself in reading about Ralph Macchio’s newest movie role, not even hearing the sound of the front door opening. 

  At the sound of footsteps, you look up, your damp hair pressing against the side of your face. Nick stood there, dressed in his work uniform, like how he left you. The only difference was he wore his black jean jacket over his blue button up.

  But his attractive work attire wasn’t what had your heart rate picking up.

  No, it was the look of guilt and he gave you that made your heart kick into overdrive. 

  It was then that you knew that it was true. The disbelief of your best friend actually being dead faded away as the reality sunk in.

  Still, you had to ask.

  “It’s true?” You ask, your voice quiet and shaky. 

  With a slow nod, you felt your heart break for the second time that day, the magazine falling from your lap and onto the rug that covered the floor. 

  As Nick sits beside you, tucking your body into the side of his and pressing his chin to the top of your head, you allow yourself to cry for the first time since finding out about your best friend’s death. 

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October 21st, 1985

1:20 PM

Beth’s funeral was today.

  It would’ve been sooner, but it was as if everything in Shadyside fell out of the loop once Beth died. It snowed, briefly, making the ground too cold to dig into, thus postponing the burial until a few days later. 

  That’s where you are now. 

  You wore the same dress you wore the day of Tommy’s anniversary, this time with one of Nick’s jacket’s shielding you from the cold. He stood beside you, his hand holding yours. His thumb stroked your knuckles, his way of calming you down and making you feel less alone. It worked, but only a bit.

  The freshly scattered dirt was all that was left of Beth, her headstone just another marker for the dead. 

  Beth Euguene Roberts.

  April 4th, 1963 - October 18th, 1985

  Loving daughter and best friend.

  Next to her stone was John’s, where Emma sobbed into Steven’s coat, her tears dampening the dark fabric. Her parents stood next to her, her mother crying as well, while her dad glared at Beth’s name, hatred burning in his eyes.

  Soon, the small crowd surrounding the two stones faded, leaving just you and Nick. His hand slipped from yours and wrapped around your shoulder, pulling you into him. “How are you doing?” He asked as he rested his head on top of yours. 

  “I miss her,” you say quietly, trying to hold back the warm tears that threatened to escape you. “We were supposed to be friends forever…..move on from what happened that night at the hospital, somehow…….I didn’t even get to say goodbye.”

  When the tears fell, you pressed your face into Nick’s chest, burying your face as if he would protect you from the harsh and cruel realities of the world. “It’s okay,” he murmured, wrapping his other arm around you, shielding you from all the bad things in the world. Or at least that’s what it felt like.

  “I was so horrible to her,” you mumbled, your voice muffled. “God, she probably died hating me.”

  Nick shushed you, his hold on you tightening. “That’s not true,” he comforted you. “She knew you loved her. That’s probably what kept her going.”

  “Yeah, until she just went crazy,” you muttered, moving your head so the side of your face was pressed to his chest. “Seems as though Shadyside will finally have someone else to talk about other than Tommy. Neither of them deserved this.”

  “I know, baby,” Nick said quietly, his eyes moving to look at the newest headstone. His eyes read over Beth’s name multiple times, the faintest glimpse of a victory smirk gracing his lips before it was gone, and he was back to consoling you. “It’ll be okay.”

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November 3rd, 1985

3:42 PM

Well, you were right.

  Beth was now known as Shadyside’s newest killer, and Tommy was quickly being forgotten about.

  It was something you dreamed of. You couldn’t remember how many times you wished for people to stop remembering him as this cold blooded killer, and instead as the good guy he was.

  But you never imagined that it’d be Beth who would now be remembered for her gruesome murder of her on again off again boyfriend, as well as the attack on his roommate. 

  Cameron, John’s roommate of eight years, was the one to put Beth down. When you learned about the violence she inflicted on both men, you felt sick and lightheaded. 

  Beth had stayed the night with John while Cameron spent the night with his girlfriend, and things escalated from there. 

  It was beginning to be morning time, the sun just barely peeking out and shining into the bedroom. Beth had strangled John in his sleep and when he tried fighting back, she took the claw end of a hammer and drove it into his chest a solid ten times - until he stopped moving completely.

  Cameron, who had just arrived, heard the sounds of struggle and went to see what was going on. He walked in on Beth on top of John, his body sprawled out on the bed and blood everywhere. 

  It was then that she turned her attention to him, getting a few swings at him with the hammer before he shot her in the neck with the gun he kept under his bed. And it was all over. 

  When Nick had finished telling you that, you closed your eyes in horror. He was right, you definitely did not need to know what happened, and you regret talking him into telling you. 

  Despite it being both your days off, Nick was out, and didn’t tell you where he was going or when he’d be back. It was nice to have a minute to yourself, no matter how brief it may be. But since Nick had hardly left your side since Beth died, you were beginning to miss him - despite it only being a couple of hours since you saw him last.

  Maybe you were whipped, but you hated being alone now.

  Sitting on the couch with a blanket thrown over your body, you were watching one of those old, black and white movies on the TV. It was boring, but it gave you something to do. Without meaning to, your eyes glance over at the framed picture beside the TV. It was the one Emma gave you for your birthday.

  Involuntarily, your eyes focus on Beth’s smiling face, her arm wrapped around you tightly. The smiles on all your faces were big and a few of the happiest any of you ever wore. It felt like forever ago.

  What you would give to have that moment back, just to relive it one more time. 

  The sound of the door opening breaks you from your thoughts, and you quickly sit up, wiping away a single fallen tear with your knuckle. Placing your palm flat against the cushion and letting the blanket fall to your lap, you watch as Nick makes his way over to the TV and turns it off.

  You give him a confused look, a small grin on your face. He sits next to you, a nervous look gracing his face. He was breathing heavily, as if he had run up the four flights of stairs without stopping. You place your hand on his shoulder, your finger gently massaging the base of his neck as you study his face. “Are you okay?”

  Nick nodded. “Yeah,” he said quickly. “I’m fine.”

  Raising your brow, you slide your hand up until it rests on his face, your thumb gently stroking his cheek bone. “What’s the matter?”

  He looks at you for a few seconds before leaning in and kissing you. You kiss him back, a bit confused at the sudden show of affection. His hand takes yours as he pulls away, pressing one last kiss to your forehead. 

  “What was that for?” 

  “I’ve been thinking a lot,” he answered and you nod, urging him to continue. “What happened with Beth and John….that easily could’ve been you.”

  You look away from him, your eyes focusing on his shirt as you take in his words. You weren’t expecting him to say that at all, but you find yourself agreeing with him. He was right, it could have been you. Anyone unlucky enough to live in Shadyside could very well be the next resident killer, or victim. 

  “But it wasn’t,” you say, moving your hand back to his shoulder and squeezing slightly.

  “But it could’ve been,” he said again, tightening his hold on your hand. “And I don’t know what I would’ve done if it had been you. I couldn’t live with myself if something had happened to you and I wasn’t there, again. I love you, more than anything, and I can’t lose you.”

  “You won’t,” you say, pressing your forehead to his, “You won’t lose me.”

  “Okay,” he said, pulling away from you and reaching into his pocket. “So let’s make it official.”

  “What?” You laugh as he takes your left hand in his right one. “What are you talking about?”

  When he retrieves the object from his pocket, you freeze. 

  Being held between his index finger and thumb was a ring. It had a silver band with more than a few gems embedded in it, something that looked a hell of a lot like diamonds, and in the center was a bigger diamond. 

  You couldn’t bring yourself to speak as he held it up, your eyes following the movement. “Marry me,” he said quietly, his voice at the softest pitch you’d ever heard it.

  “What?” Your voice was nothing short of a whisper at this point. 

  Nick laughed slightly at your shock. “Marry me, Y/n,” he said again and you felt your heart rate quicken. “Let me spend the rest of my life with you.”

  You meet his eyes, tears blocking your vision slightly. 

  “If it’s too soon-”

  “Yes,” you cut him off, making his face relax instantly. 

  He repeated your words in the form of a question. “Yes?”

  “Yes,” you say again, leaning forward and kissing him with a force that had him nearly falling back.

  He steadies the two of you by putting his hands on your waist. When you pull away, Nick slides the ring on your finger, making your tears spill over and onto your cheeks. You bring both hands up to either side of his face, kissing him again and pushing him backwards so he falls backwards on the couch. 

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November 8th, 1985

12:27 PM

You sat in the waiting room, your leg bouncing uncontrollably. 

  Nick sat next to you, his eyes watching as you fiddled with your fingers, an amused smile on his lips. 

  You watched some medical video that played on the TV that hung from the ceiling, the doctor on screen explaining what to do when you experience someone who is having a seizure. 

  You had to admit it, but the Sunnyvale hospital was a lot more welcoming than the one in Shadyside. Even the waiting room was beautifully decorated with plants and paintings. The chairs weren’t plastic and hard, the floors were hardwood instead of stained carpet, and of course, there was a TV.

  After watching you pick at your nails for a bit, Nick reached over and took your hand in his, his eyes lingering on the engagement ring for a few seconds. “Baby,” he said, getting your attention. “Why are you so nervous?”

  You look over at him, smiling nervously when he laces your fingers together, your arms resting on the armrest in between you. “I’m not,”

  He gives you a look, then nods down to your still bouncing knee. 

  Following his gaze, you quickly halt your leg, your face heating up. “Okay, maybe I’m nervous,”

  Nick laughs. “Why?”

  “Because I’m about to be interviewed for a position here,” you mutter. “That’s why.”

  Nick gave you a confused look, squinting his eyes as his tongue pokes the inside of his cheek. “But you’ve been interviewed before,” he pointed out. “What’s so scary this time around?”

  “Because, I was interviewed for a position at the hospital in Shadyside, a place where they are desperate for nurses and workers,” you answer. “This place seems like it’s crawling with them, and they all look really experienced. What if they turn me down?”

  Nick shook his head, leaning back in the chair. “Eve said she put in a good word for you, right?”

  “Right,” you trail off.

  “And I’ve seen how hard you work, so these guys have nothing on you,” Nick assures you, kissing the side of your head. “You have nothing to worry about.”

  Just as he said that, a woman walked into the waiting room, a white lab coat framing her blue scrubs. “Y/n?” She smiled at you.

  “Yes,” you say and sit up straighter. “Hi!”

  “Hi,” she smiled at you, extending her hand out. “I’m Doctor Anne Scott. It’s so nice to meet you.”

  “You too,” you shake her hand.

  “Nick has told me a lot of good things about you,” she wiggled her brows and you playfully rolled your eyes.

  “Of course he did,” you nudge him in the side.

  “Sorry,” he shrugged. You shake your head, pressing a kiss to his cheek before you stand up.

  “Shall we?” Doctor Scott asked and you nodded.

  She led you back to her office, which was decorated with pictures of her family. On the walls there were various paintings that looked like they were done by a child, and a few letters addressed to Dr. Mom. 

  “My daughter, Izzy, did those for me,” she said once she saw you looking at them. “She’s four.”

  “She’s quite the artist,” you laugh as you sit down across from her. 

  She placed her hands on her desk, looking at you with an unreadable expression. “Are you nervous?”

  Your eyes meet hers as you give her a small grin. “A little,”

  “Don’t be,” she grinned back. “Your boss, Eve, said a number of great things about you. Hard worker, on time, observant, loyal. All good things we look for in our team here.”

  “Oh,” you say, flattered beyond words at how kind your boss was. Though it wasn’t all that surprising. Eve took you under her wing the second you met her. She was like a second mom at this point. “Really? That’s awesome to hear.”

  “It is,” she smiled. “Did you bring your resume?” 

  “Yes,” you say and pull out a few papers from your purse.

  “Good,” Doctor Scott says, briefly looking at the pages before sliding them back over to you. “I think you’d be a great addition to our workplace.”

  At that, you give her a shocked look that you quickly covered with a smile. “Oh, really? Wow, I-thank you,”

  She smiled. “I already have your number, so I’ll be in touch with you soon,”

  “Awesome,” you say as you stand up, slipping the papers back into your purse. “Thank you so much.”

  “You’re welcome,” she said as she led you back to the waiting room.

  You see Nick sitting in the same place, your seat being taken by an older woman who seemed to be talking his ear off. He looked extremely unimpressed, his hand pressed flat against the side of his face as his leg bounced, mimicking yours from earlier. 

  “Good luck with that one,” she teased, giving you one last kind smile. “Have a good one.”

“You too,” you say and step into the room. 

  Nick’s eyes were on you instantly and he stood up quickly, excusing himself from the lady. “New friend?” You ask once he stood in front of you.

  “Ha,” he rolled his eyes. “How’d it go?”

  You grin up at him. “It went well,” you pressed a chaste kiss to his lips. “Now let’s go get something to eat, I’m starving.”

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Tommy Slater

The long awaited last part is here!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Five." Y/n responded simply.

"We have five." Ziggy followed.

"Skull mask,"

"Nightwing."

"Ruby."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The plan was working. They were killing each other.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's one." She pointed out.

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

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

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

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

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

She struggled under him, he had his axe back.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But, it never came.

And suddenly, she heard cheering.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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YOUVE REACHED THE END!!! YAY!!!

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

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

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

Love you all, bye-bye <3333

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

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[coryosbaby]

(18+)

Older! Nick Goode making you sit on his cock when one of his officers is in his office <3 his cock filling you up so much that you can feel him in your stomach, while he sits and discusses a meeting. The man doesn’t ask any questions about why you’re there. Nick is his boss, after all. But every so often, he’ll notice a look on your face as if you’re uncomfortable. But you cover it up with a smile, and when he finally leaves Nick pick you by the front of your thighs and sets you down on the ground so he can bend you over his desk <<3

“See? I told you it’d be easy. You’re such a good little girl, doing exactly as you’re told. My precious baby.” He coos, as he shoves his tie into your mouth. He brings his cock back inside your tight cunt. He begins to fuck you mercilessly, moving his hand to hold your head down onto the desk. You drool around the piece of fabric in your mouth, and he groans at the feeling of your warmth around him.

You can barely speak, can only make little ‘uh, uh, uh” sounds, as he pounds you into the wooden desk.

“Daddy loves his little girls tight little pussy. She’s so good for him, isn’t she?” He praises, as he reaches down to slap your clit harshly. You cry out, hands struggling to stay anywhere. As an alternative Nick brings both of his hands off your head and down to hold your wrists and pull them back. You’re lifted off the desk, your nipples barely grazing the table as his hips smack into yours at a rapid pace. You know he’s getting close, can tell by the way his sounds increase and his thrusts begin to become sloppy. And then he’s filling you up with his warm cum, eyes rolling back in pleasure at feeling of his orgasm. He pulls out, teasingly rubbing your clit with the tip of his girthy length. You whine, having yet to reach your high the entire day. But all Nick does is sit there, holding his cock against your swollen button.

“Work for it, honey.” His voice is shaky, and you know that the overstimulation from his first orgasm is still making him incredibly sensitive.

But that’s how he likes it; he loves the burn, the desperate mess and friction.

So when you bring his aching prick to rest in between your outer lips and begin humping him with desperation, it’s all it takes for the man to squirt even more thick ropes of cum onto your body with a growl of your name.

#Nick Goode #Nick goode x reader #Nick Goode x fem! reader #Nick goode smut #fear street #fear street trilogy #fear street 1994 #fear street 1978 #fear street 1666 #older! Nick Goode #dom! Nick Goode #sub! reader

[somewosoloverrr]

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

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

Fuck it

Fuck it pt2

Ziggy Berman x fem!r goode

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Come on...” you complained.

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

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

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

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

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

“Why not?” Ziggy questioned curiously.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“the weird girl from Shadyside?” Ziggy finished

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

a/n

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

Anyways thanks for reading <33

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[reareaotaku]

Christine "Ziggy" Berman Headcanons

You were both outcasts, which led you to each other

There's nothing worse than suffering alone

You were little scared of Ziggy. Not because of the rumors people spread, but because of her demeanour/personality

Though you started to get to know each other when you both happened to be in Nurse Lane's office

^ You were in there, because as stated previously, you are an outcast, so there wasn't many options for 'friends' and/or people to talk to

Nurse Lane left you both alone when getting a call that she was needed in one of the cabins [Probably for Jeremy]

"So, what happened to you?"

You are surprised because you weren't expecting her to talk to you

"Oh.. Uh-" You pull back your arm where a large cut was, "I accidentally cut myself when in the woods. Uh- What... Um, about you? I mean, only if you want to tell me- You don't have to if you don't want too."

"Sheila and her stupid friends"

"Oh, yeah. I hate them"

She smiles, "I'm Ziggy."

"I know... I'm Y/n."

Ziggy really likes you and gains an interest

You weren't like the other campers

She starts to seek you out to hang out with you

You soon realize that Ziggy isn't scary. In fact, she's kind of cool and bad ass

She couldn't imagine her life without you now that she has you

No matter what Sheila, Nick, her sister, anyone does, it comforts her to know that she has you on her side

When Tommy/Thomas starts killing people, Ziggy was worried about you

She didn't care about her own safety as long as you were safe and she had you

"Where is Y/n? We have to find her-"

"Ziggy, it's dangerous-" Nick tried to hold her back, but this pissed Ziggy off

"Don't tell me what the fuck to do. I'm going to find her"

She was willing to risk her life for you

When she comes back from dying, she tells you she loves you and she wants to be with you

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