#Arnie fear street

[maikodelight]

Happy pride month to my babies

Fruity four but it's fear street 1978

[https-maxine-stuff]

“The brightest star on the darkest night.”

Six.

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Tw: blood and injuries

July 19th, 1978

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

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

Super stoked for today.

- yours truly, Maxine.

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

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

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

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

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

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Ziggy got in trouble, shocker right?

"She BURNED you?" Max gasped.

"Yeah! That bitch."

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

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

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

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

"I know,,"

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

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

"Oh that's hot of him."

"..ew." Ziggy scowled in disgust.

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

"Obviously have you seen Robert Hooks?"

"I have, not my cup of tea."

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

"Hey! You also like Roger Taylor!"

"I do, he's a pimp."

"Oh god you are infuriating." She laughed.

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

"Don't get into a brawl."

"No promises!" She exited the room.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My not very religious, girl-friend."

"Oh indeed," she smiled.

"You excited about the color war?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm good,"

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

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

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

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

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

"You are infuriating sometimes." He laughed lightly.

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

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

"Yeah I will." She laughed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My hero," she giggled cupping Nicks face.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You- you are bleeding out.."

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

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

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

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

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

"What?"

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

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

"Imagine,," she laughed dryly.

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

"We are probably going to die."

"That's not very cheery of you."

"Nick,, I'm INJURED."

"..true."

"Mhm."

[coastercrushed]

me, sitting on the porch shaving my legs with an electric razor with a cigarette hanging out of my mouth as the dudes setting up the tent outside try to ignore me

[thejudyblumebookclub]

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

[jackieshaunanat]

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

Summary:

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

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

[brokenloverr24]

#the fact that both Nicks would cook him

"What's their reaction when they see a mouse in the kitchen"

Fear Street memes #8

[writing-whump]

Woww thank you for the accident fic I was one of the fans who asked for it 😄 maybe it was not fun for you as much as other but I really enjoyed it (guess I'm a huge fan of those kind unexpected drama and sacrifice lol) Tbh, I don't want to bore you, or mess your schedule and attention but I can't help myself! Well, ok, I admit I'm a drama-addict and love to read other's reactions to it. Sorry for insisting!!

So it's just a tiny request, it really doesn't have to a fic-long as usual (if you want to write that way of course it's way better for me lol) I'm just curious about how would Isiah feel and think when he found out about the accident. I understand that this kind of trauma can be healed easily for wolves and not a concern, and Hex&Arnie got through it well, but it could be worse, right? Idk maybe Arnie would feel stressed about it afterwards and worry about Hex even though he's already healed. He might also blame himself for what happened as he was driving? Anyways, would you consider write another part stress sick Arnie and caretaker Isiah?

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I mean, this is fitting, since Arnie doesn't get stress sick, but he gets stress migraines. And we didn't have him with Isaiah as caretaker for a while...here you go🥰🤗

Stress migraine

Arnie really wanted to have fun today.

Hector was sleeping third day in a row already, tyring to get his shadow back up after all the healing. Nobody really knew, since Hector wouldn't want the pack to know and refused to call anyone.

Arnie understood. It was usually just the two of them, when something bad happened to either. Hector never let himself or Arnie find out if they had other people they could trust.

But now they had someone like that back. Someone they could call.

Other thing was that there wasn't really much to tell. Hector was fine, the car was getting fixed, Arnie wasn't hurt very much. What was he supposed to make a scene for, when there was no proof something even happened?

He caught himself looking for the little wound in his hair in the mirror just to make sure he didn't dream the whole accident up.

They had a scheduled meeting with Isaiah on Saturday though and Arnie figured it was a good opportunity as any to get out and distract himself.

He wanted to stop waking up to the fear he was back at the car or keep checking Hector every 30 minutes like he would start coughing blood out of his sleep all of sudden.

No, this was good.

Isaiah took him on a tour around Vienna. He said it was a scandal Arnie didn't get to see the center yet and that he didn't know all the sights by memory now.

Isaiah definitely did. They took Tram D around the main ring of the first district. Many important things were all after each other, parliament, city hall, the two giant museums of natural history and art history right across each other, the giant theater, the Butterfly House...

Isaiah refused to take a car, when everything was so well-connected and they spend the day on foot, from one park to another, one big street to another.

Isaiah seemed to have a thought out plan of switching between greenery and impressive buildings, talking all about the style of architecture, how many times they were rebuild, who famous lived there.

Arnie was so overwhelmed with all the information he stopped putting it together halfway through. He took comfort from just Isaiah's relaxed mood, his zealous voice and ardent expression.

Everything was all good with the world again. One could believe it, listening to him.

Somewhere around midday they went to get lunch near the Schonenbrun castle and gardens, Isaiah treating him to schnitzel and cake for good measure. He never let Arnie pay for anything when they were together.

"I have the same inheritance as you do," Arnie objectdd as he took a sip from his cold brew coffee.

Isaiah smiled. "Yeah, but we will start this talk once you make your own. Rich or not, there is nothing like getting a paycheck for the first time. Your effort, you decision."

"So you want to pay for everything with what you earn?"

"The assistance job I got at the uni pays well. I also helped out with a city planning project last year that had very good funding."

Arnie leaned back in the chair. "That's cool. What about your whole wolf helping activities? Hector says you get called to things all around the city. Do you get any pay from that?"

Isaiah took a spoonful of his chocolate lava cake. "No, I don't do that for money. I like helping out."

"You shouldn't be doing that for free though, when it takes so much of your time. Or is it the contacts and favours you gather that way?"

"Isn't it worthwhile and helpful when you can give people things without having them pay for it?"

"Yeah sure, but that's sustainable if you actually use all the money you were born with. If you were born with it." He was getting the impression Isaaih didn't like relying on anything that came from their father. "Besides, don't people take skills and advice more seriously if they have to pay for it? If you give it for free, they might not take any interest at all. It's a way to show them something is valuable."

"What exactly would I call it? Hello, I have experience that your shadow is entirely manageable with the right kind of training, but your pack doesn't seem to know, so come and listen to me?" Isaiah shook his head. Way to insult the pack and trivialise the wolf's problems.

"You have expert training from leading packs of the West. If you wanted to make that systematically accessible through courses or stuff, I think people would find it easer to find you. You could even prevent most of the problems the packs and human authorities call you to."

Isaiah chuckled. "You aren't the first one to suggest something like that. Matthew said something similar. Even Seline said I could make it a job. I don't know. I like working in the academic environment as well."

"It's not like you would have to choose between one or the other. Plus academic jobs are pretty instable I hear."

"You didn't even start uni yet and you are hearing about uni conditions?"

Arnie shrugged. "Lots of protests about the Mittelbau and the time constrained chain contracts around lately." Apprently 80% of the academic workforce that didn't have safe professor status worked under conditioned contracts, always afraid if they were going to be prolonged or not and if they wouldn't have to move to another town just to get a job they specilized in.

"It's impressive you can understand it. You still thinking about law school?"

"Yep." Hector was very careful about not mentioning it too much so Arnie wouldn't feel pressured, but he knew Hector would find it useful. Even wolves had to respect the law.

And Arnie would love to feel a bit more powerful around them.

"You are still studying it too?"

"Additional classes and courses, yeah. It's not my main subject, but it's useful in practice."

Arnie hummed, satisfied with the prognosis of that. He wanted to know useful important stuff.

They talked some more about law and different teaching styles of different faculties.

Everything was going well, except the sun was becoming a bit too much and Arnie's temples were starting to pulse.

Why now? He finally relaxed, finally forgot about what happened at home...

His stomach flipped at the reminder. He was pleasantly full just a minute ago, but now it felt like too much.

They paid and strolled around the gardens, when Arnie said: "Let's sit in the shade for a bit?"

Isaiah gave him a puzzled look that they barely got up and Arnie wanted to sit down already, but complied.

For such a historical sight, there were lots of people chilling on the benches in the shadows. Lots of trees planted for that purpose aside all the magnificently styled flowers everywhere.

"It's really hot today," Arnie said, tugging at the collar of his buttonup. Short sleveed, but still.

"There is a good ice cream stand nearby. I'll get you some." Isaiah patted him on the back as he left.

Arnie slumped back on the bench, relieved to be out of sight for a bit. He didn't want to ruin the tour that Isaiah planned out so carefully, but his head was positively pounding.

He didn't get a headache after the accident. That was weird in hindsight. Usually, when something stressful like that happened, he would absolutely get one.

He must have been too worried for Hector to let himself relax enough for it to set in. Veins must have finally opened from their tense contraction, and that's what made it painful.

Cold sweat was gathering at the back of his neck. His right temple felt like someone was putting a drill to it, while the other was held in a crushing grip.

The sunlight was so blinding, even though he was in a nice shade. He felt goosebumps on his arms, as his lovely lunch churned inside him.

Arnie leaned forward, planting his elbows on his knees as he swallowed heavily against the saliva pooling in his mouth.

His stomach let out an angry whine, cramping up. Arnie hid his face in his hands, taking quick shallow breaths. Not now, not now, not now.

He groaned as his lunch roiled inside him, sniffling. There weren't many people around him in particular but this was still a public space. Beautiful gardens under a tree with a view of the castle, no less.

A burp snuck its way past his lips. His upper lip was covered in sweat now too. He could taste the salt as he licked his lips.

Arnie knew from experience it would only make him more miserable to fight it. The pain in his temples pulsed in synch with his heartbeat.

When he looked up from his hands, the sunlight pierced his eyes even stronger. The pain in his left temple spiked and Arnie heaved, pulling his feet more apart.

He swallowed the first retch down, but the second almost made him choke. Letting his head hang between his knees, he burped, the third wave bringing up the cake and the cold coffee onto the ground.

His brain was buzzing in his skull, so he kept his eyes closed, completely giving in to the sensations. Another wave of puke landed between his feet. Arnie only hoped his shoes wouldn't get dirty.

"Aww kiddo. What happened to you?" He felt Isaiah's cold hand against his nape. Isaiah discarded the two scones of ice cream on the ground at the sight, sitting down gently next to him.

That's when another wave of yellow brown puke found its way up, tasting of the potato salad and meat. Arnie groaned, back arching as he vomited up the longest stream yet.

Isaiah held his shoulder to steady him, rubbing up and down with his thumb. "What happened? Did you feel sick suddenly? Or before? Is it the sun?"

Arnie burped emptily, spitting at the pool between his feat. The smell was making him nauseous still.

"I thought we took enough breaks in the shade. Maybe I miscalculated. You are sweating all over."

Arnie sniffled, his nose running. He kept his eyes closed still, the pounding in his head worse whenever the tried to open his eyes. He tilted towards Isaiah's voice blindly.

Isaiah obediently filled in the spot, letting Arnie lean against his shoulder. "Shhhhh. All good now. We will cool you down and you will feel better in no time."

Arnie sniffled again, curling into Isaiah's clean cologne, probably leaving a trail of snot behind. "Head hurtsss."

"I know, buddy, I know."

"...wanna go home."

Isaiah nodded over his head. "I'll call a taxi. We can go to my place too..."

Arnie shook his head. "Home." He wanted his own bed, his curtains, his medicine, though it would probably take a bit for his stomach to settle enough for it.

Isaiah was quite as they waited, only wrapping his arm around Arnie and helping him up when the taxi came. It was more or less a blurr for Arnie, who was glad Isaiah took over so eagerly, masterfully, despite not even knowing what was wrong.

As they sat in the back of the car, Arnie buried his face in Isaiah's chest, trying to muffle the sounds and light as much as possible.

"You will be okay. Just breathe."

"I'm sorry I ruined the trip."

"You didn't, you didn't. Should have chosen a later hour. With this heat-"

"Not the heat," Arnie sighed. "Migraine."

Isaiah tensed underneath him. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Miragine. It's fine. Not...not your fault."

"Since when do you get migraines?" Isaiah said in a strangled voice.

"Since I was 12? Or 13? Something like that." He moaned quietly as the car took a turn and jostled him.

Isaiah tighed his grip around his torso. They sat in silence for a while before he spoke again. "How often do you get them?"

"Not regularly anymore. Something...usually something triggers it."

Isaiah's hand went up his arm, gently sneaking into his sweaty hair. When Arnie leaned into the touch, Isaiah started rubbing at his temples gently.

"What triggered it this time?" Isaiah asked softly.

The car jostled them again, making them both jump up and down on their seats. Arnie tensed up, then buried his face against Isaiah's neck with a moan.

Isaiah held him as tight as he could without making it painful. Arnie fought against the growing pressure behind his eyes, lips pressed together.

"Arnie?"

Isaiah's voice was so soft and concerned in his ear it got the tears spilling down Arnie's cheeks. "I-it's nothing. Nothing really happened. We-we just-" He sobbed quietly.

"Shhhhh."

"We-we were in a car accident with Hex. Three days ago." He felt the coldness wash over them as the car came into the underground parking place of their apartment complex. Arnie blinked, leaning back, blinking his eyes open in relief at the darkness.

He looked at Isaiah with teary eyes. "I-I was driving and it wasn't my- but Hex, he- protected me and got super hurt and, and he is fine now..."

Isaiah watched him carefully, green eyes of the same shade meeting his. They seemed to have a glow in the dark from how intensity he focused on Arnie.

"But I was really scared, you know? And it's stupid to be upset about it, cause nothing h-happened-"

"It's not stupid. It was scary and horrible, no matter the outcome. I'm sorry."

"B-but I shouldn't be upset, right? Cause we are fine, we are both fine-" His breath hitched with another sob as another tear ran down his cheek. Some part of his brain wondered how the taxi driver didn't say a thing, waiting for Arnie to cry his eyes out on his backseat.

Isaiah brushed some sweaty blond hair away from Arnie's forehead. "And that's important that you are both healthy and okay. But it makes perfect sense you are upset too. You are allowed to get scared and worried."

Arnie's face twisted with another sob as Isaiah petted his hair gently, carefully watching him for any signs it was making the headache worse. But the pressure was really going down as Arnie let the emotion go, through words and tears.

"We didn't have to go out today if you were upset," Isaiah said.

"I wanted to see you though. And we had it scheduled..." so it was the best opportunity.

"If you called me, I would have come. We don't have to just meet when it's 'scheduled' or when you need help with something serious, you know?" Isaiah was still combing Arnie's hair away, when he started to look through his pockets with their other hand, manifesting a paper towel out of nowhere. "Here."

Arnie wiped his face and carefully blew his nose.

"I want to know when something happens in your lives. Good or bad, big or small," Isaiah said, no trace of reproach in his voice, though he sounded firm. "I want to be in the picture."

Arnie felt better hearing it somehow. It was like a permission to call him, even when the trouble wasn't real. Even if it was just Arnie wanting to talk.

The younger boy took a shaky breath, offering Isaiah a shy smile.

[jungle-angel]

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

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

Warnings: Parenthood, mentions of birth etc.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Where's that dog?" Dean demanded.

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

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

"Listen Calvin," Ritchie spat.

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

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

"Yeah," said Ritchie.

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

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

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

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

"Shit! It's him!"

"Run for it!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Go to hell!" the boys shouted.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You two are back early," Pat remarked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[lisacomeuseucu]

Curses Pt3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[cyruslvjys]

Fear Street Headcanons - 1994 and 1978

1. Deena Johnson

— lesbian (canon)

— all pronouns

— genderfluid

— used to like horror movies before everything happened

— loved "protecting" sam when watching horror movies

— loves thunderstorms

2. Samantha Fraser

— lesbian (canon)

— she/they

— gxrl, transfem

— was always scared of horror movies

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

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

3. Josh Johnson

— demisexual

— he and any internet/tech related neopronouns

— genderqueer, transandro

— CREEP BY RADIOHEAD

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

4. Kate Schmidt

— bisexual

— she/they

— bigender (girl and nonbinary)

— As and Bs student definitely

— she probably drinks coffee daily

— reads to fall asleep

— probably in a queerplatonic relationship with simon

5. Simon Kalivoda

— pansexual

— he/they

— demiboy

— paints his nails regularly

— favorite color is blue

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

6. Cindy Berman

— lesbian (i believe this was canon)

— she/they

— nonbinary

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

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

7. Tommy Slater

— gay

— he/him

— xenic

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

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

8. Ziggy Berman

— abrosexual

— she/he

— bigender (girl and boy)

— hates polo shirts with all her heart

— loves rainbows tho

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

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

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

9. Nick Goode

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

— he/him

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

— genuinely does love ziggy

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

— red is his favorite color

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

10. Alice Hart

— bisexual

— they/them

— nonbinary

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

— paints their nails black regularly

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

— genuinely did love arnie but had feelings for cindy too

[sharperthewriter]

Chapter 29 of Roneo and Kimliet

Chapter 29

(Feb. 15, 2006, 4:49pm)

It was now time for the fifth and final scene of Act I of Romeo and Juliet . And Kim feared this scene as the worst one of the act, for she had to kiss Ron on the lips...without any Moodulating chip.

It is not a BF/GF kiss in any way, shape or form . she thought to herself, You are doing this only for a grade, nothing more.

Lord Capulet, played by Reeger, came on to the stage first. This was followed by Tybault, played by TJ (who doubled as one of the Chorus members and who Barkin gave to since he didn't announce who played the character), Zita as Lady Capulet. Kim, of course, came in as Juliet, and the Nurse, played by Ashley A. Half of the class made up the Capulets when not as the chorus

They then saw Ron, Felix and Arnie as Romeo, Benvolio, and Marcuito, respectively.

Kim gulped upon seeing Ron, while Ashley A gave an evil smirk.

Just you wait and see, Possible...

Reeger then proclaimed, "Welcome, gentlemen. The ladies who aren't shy shall dance for you! Ha, my ladies, which of you will refuse to dance now? Does this hit close to home? Welcome gentlemen. Come on musicians, play music!"

Amanda sighed from her desk and put out a CD player with a CD that says, "Lame-o 16th Century Elizabethian Music" in permanent marker. She put the CD inside the player and started to play it. She had been instructed by the Glee Three to stop at certain intervals in the scene.

The students on the stage began to dance to the Shakespearian music.

To one of the Capulet's Cousins, played by Earwin Lawson whom was a senior at the time of Middleton High and played defensive end for the Mad Dogs football team, Reeger then added.

"Ah, sir. These unexpected guests are welcome. No, sit, sit, my Capulet cousin. We're too old to dance. How long has it been since you and I last wore masks?"

Earwin replied, "I'd say about 30 years."

"What? No, it hasn't been that long. It was at Lucentio's wedding. No matter how quickly the years fly by, it's been just 25 years since we last wore masks.

Ron went to a servingman, played by Mikey Blumberg. Mikey, as well as his other friends from 3rd Street School from their youth, were all juniors at Middleton High.

He was looking at his longtime friend.

"Who is the girl on the arm of that lucky man over there?" Ron asked, trying to keep himself in character.

Mikey replied, "I don't know, sir."

"Oh, she shows the torches how to burn bright! Her beauty is too good for this world; she's too beautiful to die and be buried. She outshines the other women like a white dove in the middle of a flock of crows. When this dance is over, I'll see where she stands, and then I'll touch her hand with my rough and ugly one. Did my heart ever love anyone before this moment! My eyes were liars because I never saw true beauty before tonight."

Inside Ron's head, there was Joyous Ron, Angry Ron, Fearful Ron, Disgust Ron, and Sadness Ron.

"I don't know if we should do this..." Fearful Ron replied, "I don't know if we should kiss Kim. It could impact our friendship with her in a negative way. He's known her for almost 13 years!"

"Look at it this way..." Angry Ron said "...it's either this or getting an F on the course and not graduating on the stage!"

"But shouldn't we celebrate that we are actually going to get Ron to finally, for real, kiss Kim?" Joyous Ron asked. "It would be like getting the largest chimmerito that Bueno Nacho has ever made! Covered in sweet and spicy Diabo sauce!

"No...Kim's going to get mad at him...her parents are going to get mad at him...and he'll get grounded for life by his parents!" Sadness Ron whined before breaking down in tears.

"Ewww...I think she would totally use the wrong lip gloss to kiss Ron on the lips." Disgust Ron said.

Tybault, played by TJ, then came onto the scene glaring at Ron.

"I can tell by his voice that the man is a foul Montague!" Looking at the Page, played by Gus, who also was doing double-duty as one of the chorus members, he added, "Get me my sword!"

With his eyes back at Ron, TJ continued, "What, does this peasant dare to come here with his face covered by a mask to sneer and scorn our celebration?"

Gus gave TJ a styrofoam and grey plastic sword.

TJ added, "Now, by the honor of our family, I do not consider it a crime to kill him!"

Reeger intervened and asked "Why? What's going on here, nephew? Why are you so angry?"

"Uncle, this man is a Montague-our enemy!" TJ exclaimed, "He's a scoundrel who's come here out of spite to mock our party!"

"That must be Romeo, right?" Reeger asked.

"That's him, that villain Romeo." TJ exclaimed.

"Calm down, cousin. Leave him alone!" Reeger insisted, "He carries himself like a dignified gentleman..."

Ron was also picking his nose while waiting for his line.

"...and to tell you the truth, he holds a reputation throughout Verona as a well-behaved young man. I wouldn't insult him in my own house for all the wealth in this town. So calm down. Just ignore him. That's what I want, and if you respect my wishes, you'll look nice and stop frowning because that's not the way you should behave at a feast."

"It's the right to way to act when a villain like him shows up!" TJ countered, "I won't tolerate him!"

"You will tolerate him! What, little man? I say you will. What the...am I the boss here or you?" Reeger exclaimed "You'll start a riot among my guests! There will be chaos and it will be your fault.

"But uncle, we're being disrespected!" TJ shouted.

"Go on, go on..." Reeger mocked, "You're an insolent little man. Is that how it is, really? This stupidity will come back to bite you. You're a punk, get away! Keep your mouth shut or else!"

"More light! More light!" Reeger then called out to the lighting crews to intensify the stage lights. They did so.

Turning back to TJ, he added, "I'll shut you up!"

"The combination of forced patience and pure rage is making my body tremble!" TJ insisted, holding onto the plastic sword, "I'll leave here now, but Romeo's prank, which seems so weet to him now, will turn bitter to him later."

As TJ left, the other students on the stage resumed the coordinated dancing. Amanda then whispered something to the head student of the lighting crew to focus on the attention of Kim and Ron, whom were also dancing as well up to this time. This was also when Amanda turned the video camera to focus on the pair as well as zooming in to make sure she got some grade-A footage for Bonnie and her co-horts.

When the lighting focused on them, Kim gulped as she held both hands with Ron. Both of their cheeks began to blush at the fluttering language of the next few lines.

"Your hand is like a holy place that my hand is unworthy to visit." Ron said to Kim with his cheeks blushing. "If you're offended by the touch of my hand, my two lips are standing here like blushing pilgrims, ready to make things better with a kiss.

Kim gathered the strength to read her next line, despite her nervousness.

"Good pilgrim, you don't give your hand enough credit. By holding my hand, you show polite devotion. After all, pilgrims touch the hands of statues of saints. Holding one palm against another is like a kiss."

Amanda meanwhile focused the video camera on them.

"Don't saints and pilgrims have lips too?" Ron asked, leaning in closer to Kim.

"Yes, pilgrim!" Kim replied, "They have lips that they're supposed to pray with."

It's only a play, Possible. It's only a play.

"Well then, saint, let lips do what hands do" Ron replied with his cheeks blushing even more. "I'm praying for you to kiss me. Please grant my prayer so my faith doesn't turn to despair.

Kim replied nervously smiling, "Saints do move, even when they grant prayers."

Ron then replied, "Then don't move while I act out my prayer."

As he said this, Ron leaned in, took a deep breath and kissed Kim on the lips for a small six seconds. Amanda zoomed in with the camera with glee.

"Now my sin has been taken by your lips." Ron said with a slightly higer voice over this act.

"Do my lips now have your sin?" Kim asked, her cheeks just flush with red.

"Sin from my lips?" Ron wondered, "You encourage crime with your sweetness. Give me my sin back."

And with that, both he and Kim kissed a second time on the lips. This time, it was a five second kiss.

"You kissed like you studied how." Kim replied after composing herself upon kissing her best friend twice in that span of 15 seconds.

Ashley A, upon seeing that Amanda has done her job in capturing both kisses of Team Possible for Bonnie, pushed Ron to the side and said to Kim while slightly pulling up her bib down overalls. The pin to her belt broke earlier in the day and it was no good in doing up the strap since she manipulated both buckles so Ashley A was forced to hold them up by the hand.

"Madam, your mother wants to talk to you."

Ron then asked to Ashley A, "Who is her mother?"

Ashley A said with a slight grin, for she and the rest of the Mean Cheers agreed to meet at Bonnie's house at 7:30pm tonight. Bonnie also texted that she was at ballet practice, for that was her routine every Wednesday.

"Indeed, young man, her mother is the lady of the house. She is a good, wise, and virtuous lady. I nursed her daughter, whom you were just talking to. Let me tell you, the man who marries her will become very wealthy."

Ron then stood alone and said, "Is she a Capulet? Oh, this is a heavy price to pay! My life is my enemy's debt."

Felix then came to Ron and said, "Come on, let's go while everything is still perfect.

Ron replied to Felix over what had happened. "Yes, but I'm afraid I'm in more trouble than ever."

Reeger came up to the pair and said, "No, gentlemen, don't get ready to go now. We have a little dessert coming up. Is that really true, Well then, I thank you both. I thank you honest gentlemen. Good night. Bring more torches over here. Come let's get to bed. Ah, my man, I swear it's getting late. I'm going to get some rest"

And with that, almost everyone left the stage except for Ashley A and Kim. Kim's blushing from those two kisses had faded away.

"Come over here, nurse." Kim insisted to the Mean Cheer member, "Who is that gentleman?"

Ashley A replied , "He is the son and heir of old Tiberio."

Kim then asked, "Who's the one who's going out the door right now?"

Ashley A then said, "Well, that one, I think, is young Petruchio."

"Who's the one following over there?" Kim then questioned, pointing, "The one who wouldn't dance?"

"I don't know his name." came Ashley A's reply.

"Go ask." Kim insisted. Ashley A ran off the stage while holding up her bib-down overalls.

Kim thought to herself.

It's a good thing I didn't see the MC Honey-Britina video. My parents would freak if I wore them like that. And Ashley A needs to get herself a belt.

"If he's married, I think I'll die rather than marry anyone else." Kim said while the blush returned to her face.

Ashley A returned. This time, she managed to refasten the left overall strap, leaving the right one undone.

"His name is Romeo. He's a Montague." Ashley A replied, "He's the only son of your greatest enemy."

Kim turned to the audience, which consisted only of Amanda, Barkin, and a few of the Drama students, including the Glee Three, plus a scientist and one of the Golden Dancers awaiting her ride because she ended up in detention. Her name was Lisa.

She said. "The one man I love is the son of the one man I hate! I saw him before I knew who he was and learned it too late! What a monster love is to make me love my worst enemy."

Ashley A then asked, "What's this? What's this?"

"A rhyme I learned just now from somebody I danced with." Kim replied.

Gus called from off-stage, "Juliet!"

"On our way! Come on, let's go!" Ashley A insisted, "The strangers have all left!"

The two girls exited and mercifully ended the first act.

[songofdefiance]

okay I'm like... a stranger things fan in that i enjoy the show but don't really engage with it very deeply (because it is VERY straight and somewhat predictable and hey, kudos to all the people who subvert it with fanfiction, which i also enjoy, but it's not something i want to write for)

BUT

i am also a huge fear street trilogy fan, fucking adore those movies, and lately my brain won't stop thinking about a stranger things au with the fear street characters

not everything fits neatly one-to-one, but here are a few ideas:

the main thing i got stuck on was the idea of cindy and alice kind of serving as a steddie parallel (so no alice until s4, sadly, but w/e), except i'd keep their backstory from 1978 - in that they used to be best friends, until cindy decided to try to live up to her rich, absentee parents' expectations, alienating herself from both alice and ziggy; cue ultimate Drama for their s4 reunion, when alice has been accused of murder and cindy is trying to keep all the kids safe

deena and sam being mike and el? look, i do think byler is adorable, but i also love the idea of the 90s baby lesbians being the mike/el parallel. deena is (i think) strong-willed enough to be the 'mike' in this situation, while sam is the one who's escaped the lab

kate is dustin. full stop. she's a straight-a student but she's also a massive nerd, and is assertive enough to kidnap cindy and get her to help in s2

i haven't really figured out who would be Nancy in this scenario bc even though Cindy is Steve (down to the polo shirt), she's also a lot like Nancy. so i guess she's like. a fusion of them

at some point Cindy and Alice have a heart to heart, where Alice admits that she wishes she could do what Cindy did so that it would get her out of shadyside, but that she's convinced that the town is cursed (by vecna rather than Satan, but yeah) and so gave up on that. Cindy admits that she's had crippling self doubt all the while and isn't convinced she'll ever be able to leave either

meanwhile, in California, deena has to be physically held back from going after sam's bullies; when Sam slams a roller blade into Main Bully's face, deena walks out holding sam's hand, and she might as well be holding a sign that says "i love my girlfriend and am proud of her"

"violence is bad, deena." "shut the fuck up - you did great, Sam"

ziggy and max are A LOT alike (beyond just being played by sadie sink), so ziggy is vecna's target, and Cindy is going feral trying to find ways to keep both her and Alice safe

(cue a lot of guilt from Cindy because how did she not notice, how did she not realize just how bad it had gotten for her sister)

i don't think i would put nick goode into the story, exactly, but i would probably say "hey when you're picturing one, picture the guy who played adult Nick/Solomon goode". man does a good job being a creep

hard to say who the other adults would be in this story, bc fear street was (purposefully) bereft of actual adults. sorry jopper. it kinda plays into the theme of adults not really being reliable in actual tough situations, so I'm not too upset about it, though

ngl I'm leaning towards Ruby Lane being 8? maybe nurse lane can be the only adult, trying to figure out what happened to her daughter

uhhhh... hmm. Tommy was Cindy's bf for a while, and he's genuinely a good dude, unwittingly gets involved in s2, does his best to help out. unfortunately, i think he also ends up being the mind flayer's avatar in s3 (I'm putting poor Cindy through the ringer I'm so sorry)

this would require A LOT of character development that i would have to build myself but I'm kinda leaning towards arnie being Cindy's Robin? they both end up working at scoops, and bc Cindy knows he's dating Alice (Alice and Arnie do genuinely like each other and like dating, but it's more of a bi4bi arrangement), but Arnie is generally pretty chill around her and Cindy eventually relaxes. they bond during the Russians stuff and arnie comes out as bi, and Cindy is like "cool"

we've got Josh and Simon to round out the Party

okay I'll admit it, i have no fucking clue who any of the byers are in this scenario. genuinely zero idea. aaaand with that, that's all i got

(this is 90% because Cindy/Alice makes me sad and i want them to be happy; no Alice does NOT die, she gets badly hurt but she lives)

[https-maxine-stuff]

“The brightest star on the darkest night.”

Eight.

.・゜゜・　　・゜゜・．

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

Italics other than diary entries represent past memories

September 17th, 1978

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

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

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

- Maxine.

ੈ✩‧₊˚

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

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

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

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

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

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

The water was warm, it was comforting.

~

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

~

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

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

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

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

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

"..."

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

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

"You did what you could've."

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

"He had a mental break, it happens."

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

"Maxine..."

"..."

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

"I- I wore a white dress.."

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

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

"Who's Shelia?"

"A Sunnyvaler, a camper.."

"Why did she burn, Ziggy?"

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

"What happened next?"

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

"You what?"

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

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

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

"Why? Was it revenge for earlier?"

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

"Did Ziggy and Nick ever..?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[itsfuntobeavampiree]

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

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

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

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

Fandoms I will write for:

Fear street(94,78,66)

Deena

Sam

Kate

Simon

Nick

Ziggy

Cindy

Tommy

Alice

Arnie

Sarah

Mad thomas

Isaac

Hannah

Lizzie

Slashers

Michael myers (Rob zombies aswell)

Ghostface( stu macher, Billy loomis)

Billy lenz

Brahms heelshire

Jason voorhees

Freddy krueger

Candyman

Vincent sinclair

Bo sinclair

Lester sinclair

Hannibal (anthony)

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

The lost boys

David

Dwayne

Paul

Marko

Michael

Star

Laddie(platoniccccc)

Sam(platonic?)

Max

Lucy

Beatles

John

Paul

George

Ringo

Eddsworld

Edd

Tom

Matt

Tord

Eduado

Mark

Jon

Paul

Patryck

Bill and ted

Bill

Ted

(Lol)

Inbetweeners

Simon

Neil

Will

Jay

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

[meduseld]

Okay I've been curious, if you could put Nick and Ziggy in *any* 80s horror movie, which would it be and why?

!!!!!!!!!

This ask had me like the sweating over the button meme because. So! Many! Choices! My first temptation was to put them in a full on outside-context-problem aliens-did-it horror largely for the fun of Nick's Satan powers not being a help at all and turning the tables on him for that reason. Which would be fun. Another Satan horror just wouldn't hit the same (or any one in which his witch powers would end the plot, like say A Nightmare on Elm Street even if Nancy is like the perfect blend of the Berman sisters).

The second temptation of course would be the first Friday the 13th on the strength of it being *the* summer camp slasher that lent a lot to the DNA of Fear Street '78. But that also wouldn't do much/change them in interesting ways. It's not a resonance if it's the same sound, if that makes sense.

So my off the wall answer, but I swear I can back it up, is: The Lost Boys (1987). See there's the whole two social groups tension, and love crossing the borders and all that jazz. But crucially, there's the *real* villain. Because the whole movie the leather wearing bike riding teens seem to be the real evil, but it's actually preppy, suit wearing, nuclear family emulating Father Vampire Max all along. And the heroes, which are a tightly bound sibling duo, are aided by a seemingly crazy older relative who knows more than it seems, a la Nurse Lane. And hey, I can see Alice and Arnie in the Frogs. So yes, biker!burnout!Ziggy appearing to seduce straightlaced, preppy Nick only for the whole thing to get flipped? That feels really fun. And I dign the vampire angle and lrb. Nick needs friends. Vampire minions are better than deputy minions, and David would get a real kick out of Ziggy. And maybe even, Max tries to strong arm Nick and gets his head exploded a la Scanners, Nick takes over, Ziggy is hopeless, and then the Emerson brothers show up to fix it all and undo the curses on her. Sounds like a blast to me.

[thegreatkarma]

almost every time i rewatch fear street i keep thinking if camp nightwing was just like 5 min from shadyside

or

the expansion from 1978-1994 was CRAZY FAST to have a big ass mall, and the tunnel from the mall to the goode’s MANSION in ‘94, when just 16 years prior it lead from the camp dinning hall to a shack in the woods (far enough from the camp and sunnyvale that there’s was nothing around it, andcindy, alice, tommy and arnie had to walk a lot to get there)