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blueberrypancakesworld · 18 days ago

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The flower on the witch's hat

Simon x fem!reader

warning : hurt/comfort, kissing, crying, mention of sex and murder, no use of Y/n, flirting

Summary : A Sunnyvale resident who moves to Shadyside was a sansation and a target for the students of Shadyside High School, but when Simon intercepted her and realised she wasn't a spoiled brat but someone who was also full of secrets, something seemed to mature in the blonde that was the light of hope in Shadyside - love.

info : The time has come to get into my Fred Hechinger obsession and besides Caracalla it is Simon from Fear Street 1994. Originally this was supposed to be a (how is he in a relationship) and in the middle of writing I have changed my mind have fun reading ;)

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In Shadyside there was no happiness, no goodwill and above all no peace for the inhabitants, old and young, no one seemed to be safe from the misfortune of the town that had been like this for centuries nobody was safe.

Almost every year there was a memorial service for a deceased person, due to a murder, accident or natural death, it always seemed to affect only the town haunted by darkness and bad luck.

But just because this is so does not mean that Shadyside had no other ways of beauty.

The few times of day that there were were brief moments of love, families enjoying peace and quiet in the garden or the children playing in the streets where there were hardly any cars anyway because it was always a bit difficult to pay for petrol in the city, if you had the money at all.

Beauty in the form of unbelievably good Halloween parties, a strong community of the town that would go through anything together and love. Love, yes, there was even love in the dark, ramshackle Shadyside.

Mostly it was love at the Shadyside High School, which had many graduates who had been responsible for murders, where you also met a lot of special students and couples.

Whereby the couples tended to eat each other up with kissing and more than just touching each other in the corridors and classrooms that most of the time you just looked at the floor or joined in the love making to make it less awkward.

All for one

Simon had seen her for the first time on that gloomy school day and his own desires were awakened instead of enjoying those of the other couples.

The white Porsche was a clear contrast to the other rust-coloured cars that had driven up to the school.

No one from Shadyside could afford such luxury and never would be able to, another bitter reminder of the other side of town where the sun seemed to come out of every arse of the oh-so-great Sunnyvale residents.

He had never seen it before but he-no, everyone knew who owned the car and who was in it. But most of all it was the new girl who didn't want to be there who looked as shady as the town she was in.

Simon saw exactly how she dodged her mother's kiss and hurriedly got out of the car, slamming the door provocatively and lowering her gaze so as not to attract attention, it was time to start.

He pushed off from his own car and walked over to her ,,The pretty new flower from the sun into the dark forest, how awful…Hi, I'm Simon!" he introduced himself and jumped straight into her path as he intercepted her on the way to the main entrance.

His broad smile widened even more when he saw that he had startled her when she hadn't seen him and had almost collided with the blond.

That was the first step of the plan, but he hadn't realised that she had almost snatched her hands out like in one of those kung fu action films It was kind of cute, he thought, when he saw this and she was trying to look so brave and not like someone who could be so easily frightened.

Normally he would have immediately joined the others who were waiting in the school corridors with baners, firecrackers and other things to poke her - a Sunnyvale resident here was something that could not go unnoticed.

But as he waited outside in his car, Kate already inside and the others not yet arrived, he thought he would intercept her and point her in the ‘right’ direction immediately, but now that he saw her like this, no snooty look, no insult and no slap in his face, she seemed harmless and, above all, beautiful.

,,Not even a minute here and people are trying to scare me, tell me, do you greet everyone like this or is it just you?" she asked in reply, her annoyed, stern expression changing to a more relaxed, almost cheeky one as she took a step closer to him - something he hadn't expected.

Normally people would make fun of him, judge him and brag about their money and influence, but not her and there was a determination in her eyes that he would like to see more often. You usually only saw that in the will to survive of the Shadysiders and not in the tanned snobs.

She wasn't just a pretty flower, she was also a pretty flower with thorns that he was happy to embrace.

Indicating a bow, he brushed a blonde curl from his face and let her pass, ,,Maybe just for you, the private special tour," he said before catching up to her when he heard her grin and he smiled broadly again as he felt warm and cosy on this chilly morning.

Maybe it was the clash of both schools, both sexes with hormones, the nineties or maybe it was something much more sweet as she caught herself thinking how neat his slightly wavy hair was, how stupidly cute he was and how she couldn't stop the smile on her lips every time he held the door open for her and told her something about school.

Even though she already knew most of the facts about the school, Simon's fun facts were actually quite funny and a good way to know the ‘secrets’ of the high school from the creepiest places in the toilets, the lockers to stay away from and where the fabled backyard is where many a student has lost their virginity on a picnic blanket on the floor or right up against the brick wall.

He helped her to the rooms, showed her a few shortcuts through the corridors and simply hooked his arm into hers, ,,The wild corridors of Shadyside are a jungle full of grotesque characters, murder and death if you're not careful" he warned, pointing to several people she made a mental note to stay away from and yet she could see he was enjoying it.

There was just something glowing in his eyes, ,,You're a good tour guide...and an adorable mascot" she commented as they walked past the sports hall and he showed the photo of the team where he was standing at the front with green face paint and a pointy hat on his head to represent the witch.

She even saw him mischievously trying to cover up the blush on his cheeks and quickly looking elsewhere, ,,Really? Thank you, well - not everyone can wear such green" he replied with a wink and probably did one of his usual mascot poses before they went on, the break was almost over and he could at least take her to her maths lesson as a gentleman.

They stopped in front of the door and an awkward silence fell between them both as he broke away from her, ,,Well, have fun with the numbers," he probably tried this as a conclusion and turned away from her with a final wave, or at least wanted to.

Maybe it was her conscience, or maybe it was her quick-beating heart that had reacted faster and she took a pencil out of her backpack to tear off a piece of her timetable and write her number on it.

Simon paused in amazement, the last thing he thought was that his charm and wit had allowed him to have her number after just two hours, a huge step forward and he would have loved to hold her hand again, but all that remained was the piece of paper that lay in his as he mumbled after her, ,,Y-Yes, I'll call you" and set off with a broad grin and pink cheeks, but he didn't let go of the piece of paper.

In fact, they only saw each other during the second short break, talking and laughing and strolling on across the schoolyard, he again hooked his arm around hers to protect her from possible colour or feather attacks, ,,I wouldn't be able to forgive myself if anything happened to the flower," he said in a puffy voice, trying to sound sunny and alive.

She shrugged it off with a grin and a smile, ,,Everyone in the unnecessarily large houses talks like that,” she admitted, but she didn't want to think about the time and was glad to have found her smile through Simon.

Because if he hadn't found her nice or whatever he saw or felt about her, she would have soon become another murder victim, one of many, and she certainly wouldn't have been mourned.

She even got to know his friends briefly who (which she couldn't blame them for) eyed her a little sceptically at first, she herself would have reacted the other way round.

When she dropped a few, well, insider facts about the sunny paradise and its inhabitants, any scepticism seemed to evaporate and she was greeted with jokes and a few ‘free’ drugs.

All in all, it would have been a perfect school day if she hadn't almost run out of school with her eyes downcast when her geography teacher announced to the whole class, ,,Miss your mum has arrived, you can go" and she felt like an outsider again.

Why couldn't she go out at the right time like everyone else in Shadyside? Why did she have to leave five minutes earlier than everyone else Simon and the others weren't a disease or anything like that, Shadyside wasn't something to protect her from.

It was a thought that angered and disappointed her as one look at her mum and she saw it all too well, ,,Just drive!" she said to her mum who muttered under her breath ,,Shithole" before the tyres spun and the car sped off.

She didn't see Simon again that day…at least not until she got a phone call.

After a lot of shouting at her family, ignoring them and having a sissy dinner with a hunger strike, she was finally in her room with a heavy sigh.

,,Is your family that spoilt too?" she asked her room and wished Simon would answer but she was alone and threw herself on her bed trying not to think about the chores she still had time for, for now she had to get her mother out of her mind.

For every time she shouted at her mother, her father gave her another warning look and she couldn't stand up to two parents who had the stick so far up their arse no matter what she said.

But what had annoyed her most was how patronisingly they had talked about Shadyside, ,,You have no right! You don't know how nice the people here are!" was the last thing she had shouted before a glass was thrown to the floor and the three of them fell silent and now she was back, lying on her bed and running her hands over her face to stop herself from crying miserably.

As if something, or rather someone, had heard her she heard the guitar ring on her phone, a perk of having her own landline that wasn't being listened to by her parents she reached for the phone on her bedside table and pressed answer.

,,Yes? Hello" she said, hoping her voice didn't sound busy, there was a brief silence on the other end before she heard a rustle as if someone was passing the phone round the other end and she said a hurried ,,Hi flower it's me Simon well I thought I might call” he said and she could practically see his smile. Her mood lifted immediately and she sat up.

,,How nice of you to call, it couldn't have come at a better time," she said, only now realising that she was inviting him to ask questions, which of course he promptly did, ,,What? Why? Did something happen?" he asked and she knew that she couldn't back out now, not in front of her parents, not between the cities and not in front of Simon.

But her hesitation had probably got the better of him, ,,Do you know where the mall is? Meet me there in the car park in 20 minutes and we can talk about this perfect timing in peace," he said and hung up, leaving her looking puzzled and yet somehow relieved at her receiver.

Hastily putting on her shoes and grabbing her key, she slipped out of the house - it wouldn't be up at all.

Her father was in his office doing construction work and her mother was asleep in the living room with wine and mints…it was always like that.

Ignoring this, like every time, she hurried out of the house, she knew where the mall was and headed in one direction, it only took her a quarter of an hour on foot, but she took her time.

Playing with her hair only to brush the strands back behind her ear, clipping her earrings back on and taking them off again, Pull yourself together damn it she thought and put her hood down as she walked under a flickering lantern and saw the big building.

But most of all she saw the one car that was parked in the middle and had lights on inside and out, which she ran towards a little faster and this time startled Simon when she knocked on the window and he opened the door for her, ,,There you are at last…I was worried" Simon admitted and she gave him a slightly confused look not knowing if he meant the time, the city or her situation.

Simon hurriedly corrected himself, ,,Worried about everything you thought," he huffed and smiled slightly again which reassured her and she suddenly saw him pull out a small box with sweets stuffed inside as if he was opening a private therapy session just for her.

Thanking him, he took a few sweets and briefly savoured the sweetness of the strawberry, the two fell silent as the radio played and they both realised how ‘intimate’ the situation between them was, ,,Soooo do you want to tell me what happened?" he asked, stuffing a fifth sweet into his mouth which almost threatened to spill out.

She knew it wasn't good to keep something like this a secret, it would only get worse, ,,Family quarrels…my parents are both pretty deluded rich idiots. My dad is only here because he can supposedly drive the economy and my mum only hates it here and all of you. Which isn't true at all, you and the others are the nicest people I've ever met!" she began, looking briefly at Simon, who gave her a sympathetic look and put his hand gently on hers, gesturing for her to continue.

He was there for her, something that important people in her life weren't necessarily, ,,Then something went wrong and I just feel like shit, they have no right to badmouth Shadyside like that. Originally we're from her you know, but soon after I was born we went over and got rich and now we're here again…and the truth Simon, you're the first one here to treat me as an equal and not as a freak among freaks" she finished, feeling the lump in her throat not going away.

She tried not to cry, tried to stay strong, but as Simon held both her hands, the sweet fell to the floor unnoticed and he leaned towards her, she couldn't stop the occasional tear.

,,Who cares if you're from here or there, it doesn't matter, your parents are stupid. You're the important thing for the others…and especially for me, okay? Ever since I saw you that pretty flower with thorns that can take a beating I knew you were the best thing to happen to Shadyside I mean hello a new resident with super info and such determination is a hot one" he said and his calm yet excited voice made her smile slightly how could she not.

Those curls bobbed as he talked to her, the blue eyes that looked at her with such sincerity and appreciation, hands that held her gently stroked soothingly and a forehead that pressed against hers to deliver his every word directly to her.

The silence between them both lingered over the words before she let out a ,,Really?" and got a ,,Really" back just a second later before she felt his lips on hers and he pulled her into a kiss.

A hesitant kiss at first, an understanding between them, not knowing if it was even right, but when she held his hands and Simon felt her brief smile, he intensified the kiss.

She didn't know back and she didn't either, there was no reason other than love between two young adults who had almost stopped for the first time in a dark time and belonged together with only the centre of the car with the gear shift separating them.

A fact in which both of them stopped when they broke away and looked back at the car, which made them both laugh.

,,I guess the car prevents a certain atmosphere," he mumbled and she felt his hold as her fingers played with a blonde strand of hair, he had wiped away her tears with his shirt before and his beautiful flower seemed to be fully blooming again.

Before their gaze went to the back of the car and the warmth shot across both cheeks and they shared another kiss, but most of all it was Simon holding her in his arms, lying in his lap.

Making her realise again and again that she was now one of them and she would never be alone again, so he would stay by her side and seal it with another kiss as even the streetlights seemed to stay on to protect the lovers.

As I said even in Shadyside there was always a light of hope and in this case it was the flower and the witch who would have a happy future or is the curse of the city just waiting for the right moment?

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@potatoesenpaii

#fear street #fear street 1994 #fear street simon #simon kalivoda #simon kalivoda x reader #simon x reader #male x female #fred hechinger

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roseyswords · 4 months ago

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Y'know what's especially insidious about Solomon Goode's deal with the devil? He could have just moved back to the Union Settlement. He didn't have to create Sunnyvale he could've just gone back and he would have been fine. But he had an ego. And therefore needed something to revere him after he was gone. He wanted the power that came from that. And he sacrificed people's lives in order to get it done. When he could've just been happy going back to Union.

#fear street 1666 #fear street spoilers #fear street trilogy #fear street #solomon goode

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catlady5001 · 11 months ago

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end of year fic recs

somehow it's almost 2024. where did the year go. where.

here // part two

i want to share some fics i really enjoyed this year, organized by fandom! each fic will have a short summary, the word count, and a + symbol if it's a work in progress!

fandoms:

Fear Street

Stranger Things

Percy Jackson

under a read more for people who just want to keep scrolling :)

Fear Street

break the chain by cassiopeia721 (@cassiopeia721). when Sam is forced to move to Sunnyvale due to her parent’s divorce, she’s shocked by how weird it is there. 5k, crack and angst

Stranger Things

always surprised by what i do for love by birthdaycandles (@steveharrington). dustin, lucas and mike are at a halloween party when they find someone dressed up as an injured steve harrington, and take it upon themselves to defend his honor. 6k, oneshot, hurt/comfort

the end is here (and we do it a hundred times over) by placebythering. set during season 4, steve keeps reliving the day of the apocalypse. 126k, angst with a happy ending

strange (but not a stranger) by heartofwinterfell (@nancywheeeler). mike wheeler character study - he struggles with feeling replaced by eddie. 10k, slice of life

this must be the place by palmviolet (@palmviolet). set after starcourt, robin stays at the byer's for one night - one night that quickly turns into two, then three, then many many more. 25k+, slice of life with fluff and angst

view from a bridge by palmviolet (@palmviolet). a retelling of season four that imagines a completely different type of monster - a cosmic horror. this is one of my favorite stranger things fics of all time. 173k, horror

In A Strange Land by MrsEvadneCake (@mrs-evadne-cake). set after season 2, it focuses on the eldritch monster that has invaded hawkins. another incredible fic. 180k, horror

you are young and life is long (and there is time to kill today) by heartofwinterfell (@nancywheeeler). series with two fics, one from eddie's perspective and one from steve's, about the timeloop they went through. eddie remembers. steve doesn't. 70k, angst with a happy ending

I've seen your face before, my friend, but I don't know if you know who I am by HMSLusitania (@hmslusitania). after S4, the stranger things gang has to time travel back to 1983 to fix everything. they get the chance to lead normal lives from that point onward, but everything has changed - making things very weird for eddie munson, who has no idea what's happened that makes Steve Harrington of all people try to befriend him. 27k, fix-it (this fic is ao3 locked)

a boy, a tender age by Kostas. in the aftermath of season 4, joyce byers adopts steve harrington. 11k, hurt/comfort

good for my boy by MacksDramaticShenanigans (@stevethehairington). the first time wayne munson met steve harrington (completely by accident). 7k, domestic fluff

HEARING DAMAGE by yes_bella_no. steve learns to live with his hearing damage, post S4. 35k, hurt/comfort

light my way by lesbianrobin (@lesbianrobin). in which Wayne doesn't meet Steve until quite a while after he and Eddie start dating. 10k, domestic fluff

Love and Honor but Not Obey by crow_of_crimes (Theyna_Shipper). a story about steve and robin's marriage of convenience and their (failed) attempt to keep it a secret. 11k, angst and fluff

the lathe by palmviolet (@palmviolet). my favorite steve timeloop fic. set during the season four apocalypse.

sub-culture by palmviolet (@palmviolet). steve is pretty convinced eddie now hates him. turns out eddie has the opposite problem. 61k, hurt/comfort

eating in the underworld by greatunironic (@greatunironic). 8-fic series in an au where steve goes with hopper, joyce and murray to the underground russian base and doesn't return. 103k, angst with a happy ending

an eye for an by pukner (@pukner). six times that the boy who calls himself Steve Harrington feels real, and one time he realizes that he isn't. 18k, angst with an unhappy ending. tw violence

i can give you a heartbeat by soupbitchin. ghost eddie tries to get someone to notice him. 114k, fix-it

STEVE’S FIRST BRUISE by cairparavels. spider-man steve au. 47k, hurt/comfort

hellfire (save my soul) by philomendron (tetrapteryx). steve asks eddie for help planning robin a birthday party set in the Cabaret of Hell . everything spirals from there. 49k+, slice of life / hurt/comfort

always burning, world keeps turning by pukner (@pukner). eddie survives season four, and is around to deal with the massive post-apocalyptic fallout. between all of the 'post-earthquake' mess, he and steve figure out what they mean to each other. 2-fic series, 61k+, hurt/comfort

i'll kiss your mouth, and you'll be better for it by cpressmn. somehow, steve and eddie are the last ones to realize they are dating. 8k, minor hurt/comfort

The Very Best People by scioscribe. something is very wrong in a seemingly normal suburb. steve and robin go undercover to investigate. 18k, mystery

this demo will save your life by oh_simone (@aiyahsimone). The summer after Vecna, Steve ends up managing Eddie’s band. 13k, fluff

I Like to See You in the Morning Light by BonitaBreezy (@bonitabreezy). eddie survived the apocalypse. now everyone has to deal with the fallout. 27k, hurt/comfort

you're beautiful (every little piece, love) by strawberryspence (@strawberryspence). for eleven, steve shaves his hair. 7k, hurt/comfort

Of Kings and Cult-Leaders by ladyofthenorthernlights. dustin convinces steve to host eddie's latest d&d campaign. 12k, hurt/comfort

It's Not a Big Deal by AidaRonan (@aidaronan). after S4, eddie survives, but his entire life is locked away in the Upside Down forever (his books, his DnD stuff, his guitar.). steve takes it upon himself to replace them. 12k, hurt/comfort

Percy Jackson

here comes the sun by seaweedbraens (@seaweedbraens). au where percy and annabeth are soulmates, and percy is a roman. 23k, hurt/comfort

if i were to pluck on your heartstrings and if i were to pluck on your heartstrings.by seaweedbraens (@seaweedbraens). a percabeth soulmate au told from two perspectives. annabeth knows who her soulmate is before percy knows his, and misunderstandings ensue. 45k, hurt/comfort

kiss me once 'cause you know i had a long night by herecomesthepun. no powers au where the PJO gang work together. "Annabeth is married, Percy is new and Jason is really trying to be a good friend here." 12k, comedy

Everything, And Then Some by palestinianpercy (@sar-soor). no powers au. percy is a wildlife photographer who ends up coming on his best friend's band tour to help them out while he looks for a new job and gets his life back on track. 127k, hurt/comfort

ends and beginnings series by palestinianpercy (@sar-soor). no powers au where percy and annabeth meet by chance, and while they know that what they have can't last forever, they can't resist each other. 146k, hurt/comfort

we made a lot of music dancing (you and i) by vll8586 (@percyheartsannabeth). au where percy and annabeth are dancers in a ballet company, and grow closer after being cast to perform a pas de deux together. 11k, fluff and romance

Not By Design by inkncoffee. Paul's journey from that guy dating Sally to being Percy's father. 11k, hurt/comfort

constellations by liketolaugh (@liketolaugh-writes). a series fic detailing the immense therapy percy goes through post PJO and post HoO. it's incredibly therapeutic to read. 310k+, hurt/comfort

Laying Waste To Halloween by pinspec (@pinspec). follows percy and annabeth through their childhood and teenage years. 127k, hurt/comfort

Not So Shore by bananannabeth (@bananannabeth). mortals meet percabeth au. 10k, slice of life

bring me home by pjoseries (divineauthor). percy jackson is twenty-six when hera takes his memories. alternate HoO AU. 4k, canon-divergent

is this the way to exit my youth? by afromaniiac (@afromaniiac). Percy gets a bottle of vodka for his birthday. He isn’t a fan. He and Annabeth talk about it. 1k, hurt/comfort

#fic recs #catlady speaks #stranger things #percy jackson #i tagged all of the authors i could find #it was too long a list to keep as one post :/

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nnightskiess · 2 years ago

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𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐬.

₊° - 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐣𝐨𝐡𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐭)

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

inspired by the books

☾ ⋆*·ﾟ:⋆*·ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:·ﾟ .: ⋆*·ﾟ: .⋆

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

Earlier...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Looking for her?"

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

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

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

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

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

"Nope. Ancient history."

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

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

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

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

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

Deena accepted the bundle of papers and flipped through them.

"Those are the notes from chemistry and history you missed. Oh, and here's some maths homework you can copy. I know you don't like doing those."

"Oh, thanks, but you really didn't have to," Deena smiled softly at the kind gesture and watched you hurry away, a nervous jump evident in your step.

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

"She told you that?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He shrugged innocently, following you downstairs.

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

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

"What's wrong?"

"Did you lock the door?"

"Uh, yeah, I did."

"Are you sure? Maybe we should check?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Ah! Whadda ya bring?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Since when did you two become such good girls? Something eating away at your conscience?"

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

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

Kate just shrugged and a whispered oops left her mouth.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Simon, truth or dare?"

"Dare!"

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

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

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

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

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

"Yeah, don't worry about it."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Kate immediately slumped in her seat and sighed, “Fine.”

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

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

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

“Okay, fine, bring it. Truth it is.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“But that takes away all the fun!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Deena crossed her arms, coming to your aid, “We all know he didn't, this is Shadyside, remember?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hell no.”

“No way, let’s go.”

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

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

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

“So prepared,” She noted, somewhat sarcastically.

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

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

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

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

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

“Ooh la la!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Wait, what? Really?”

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

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

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

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

“Let’s try to find our way out of here.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

They snickered together.

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

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

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

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

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

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hiddenwritingsintheworld · 1 year ago

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Welcome to SunnyVale Oneshot

(Guyyyyysss Im literally just writing and posting whatever pops in my head at this point My Alpha is about two paragraphs from being done :P Be watching for it!! Cruel Summer Ch. 2 should be finished by the weekend too annnd im gonna work on Midnight Rain Ch. 2! So lots goin on! :D anywho, I love Trailer Park Boys and have been watching it on repeat for WEEKS. So I just had this cute idea and figured I'd write it since I cant sleep! :P )

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“Come on Bubs! Hurry up! We’re going to be late!” Julian yelled as Bubbles said goodbye to his kitties. “Boys, boys, boys!” J-Roc ran over across the road toward them. “Yall aint never gonna believe this! We got a reunion comin!!!” J-Roc grinned as Ricky looked at him, “what in the fuck are you talkin about J-Roc?”

Julian took a sip of his drink as a large black bus pulled into Sunnyvale Trailer park.”So listen I heard from a friend of a friend that Y/N was in town. Rumor has it, she's gonna come do a tour of the park.” J-Roc said looking from Bubbles and Ricky, to which they all glanced at Julian. “What?” he snapped at them. “Well Julian…last time you and Y/N saw each other…she was tellin you she was leavin and you were ...well you were gonna ask her to marry you, until she……said……that….and you…..well…you know….broke her heart,” Bubbles said as an awkward silence filled the air. Julian sighed loudly and took a bigger drink of his drink as the large black bus drove slowly and carefully down the road, before coming to a stop.

The air brake let out and the door opened, a few moments passed and suddenly, Julian felt like his heart had stopped and dropped into his stomach. Everything seemed to move in slow motion for him as you stepped off the bus. You wore a pair of suede thigh high heeled boots, a pair of black tights, they were the sheer kind that made Julian’s knees weak, you had on a burnt orange tight mini skirt on, and a black long sleeved shirt. When you looked up, your hair was curled in loose big curls, the wind lightly blowing your hair. You suddenly got the biggest grin on your face and darted toward the group of guys standing there. “Oh my gosh!!!”

You laughed as you jumped hugging Ricky, the guy who was like the dumb, protective big brother you never got to have. You don’t know how many times Ricky saved your ass from getting into trouble either with Jim Lahey, the trailer park supervisor, or the cops whenever Julian and Ricky came up with some stupid plan. “Hey bugz!” Ricky had started calling you bugz when you guys were just kids, because you always had a ladybug or butterfly landing on you. He said you attracted bugs and teased you about it alot.

Next to whisk you into a bear hug was your very bestest friend Bubbles; which the guys didn’t know but you still talked to regularly. “I’ve missed you bubs!” you laughed as he pinched at your belly “Whos got your belly?” “Don’t touch my fuckin belly bubs!” you both laughed again as he hugged you one more time. “I’ve missed you around here Y/N, we all have.” Bubbles said as you both pulled apart. You smiled and looked at Julian, “Hey Julian,” you said, willing to step up and hug him, but the longer the silence went on, the more awkward it got. “Hey fucktard, are you gonna speak or did your brain not get enough words movin arounds in there?” Ricky smacked his arm as you laughed softly. You’d forgotten just how Ricky talked, sometimes you really missed living here, other times, you wish you could have brought them with you, but you knew they would never leave their beloved trailer park.

Julian let out the breath he didn’t realize he’d held since you turned and stared at him. “Wow,” he whispered to himself, but it was loud enough that all of you heard him. You felt a small blush creep up your cheeks, “Still drinking rum huh?” you asked him, smiling some as he cleared his throat, taking a large drink, and not the usual sip. “Oh, I brought presents! Give me one second!” You turned your hair flipping around, wafting the smell of your shampoo, mixed with your perfume all around. “Hey Mike!” You hollered while walking toward the bus, “Can you grab that blue duffle bag in the back for me?” you asked as you stood just a few feet from the guys.

That smell hit Julian like a brick house as he closed his eyes, “I can’t do this.” he mumbled to Bubbles and Ricky before he turned and stormed back to his trailer, slamming the front door shut. He leaned back against it before flinging his glass at the opposite wall, letting it shatter and liquor spill to the ground.

You turned at the sound of the door slamming and frowned. “Why’d he leave? I have a gift for him too.” you smiled a little awkwardly at Ricky and Bubbles. “Uh, I think he had to um, go, look at a book or something, anyways what’d you bring us Y/N?” Bubbles asked as you gave him a soft smile. It wasn’t easy for you either to see Julian, that night before you left played over in your mind a lot.

******

15 years ago

You rode your bike down the street, the sun setting on your last few days of summer, you couldn’t wait to tell Julian, he was going to be so proud of you. You rode up to the stairs of his trailer and put on the kick stand before jogging up the stairs and letting yourself inside. “Jules? You home?” you called out, but not hearing a word. You pushed out your lips and walked toward the back where his bedroom was, “Yeah Ricky. I fuckin know. I'm nervous as hell the way it is. Dont you think I know that you fucking idiot?” He was on the phone in his bedroom. “Listen I’m busy tonight but I’ll talk to you tomorrow. Just don’t fuck up,” he hung up the phone and turned around to see you leaning on the doorway smiling softly. “Hey-how long you been standin there?” he asked as you smiled and shrugged. “Long enough to know you’re nervous about something...you two boys doin another deal?” you asked as he sat down on the bed, pulling you to straddle his lap. “Don’t worry about it sweetheart, what are you doin here this late?” you smiled, kissing him softly. “I have something to tell you,” you whispered against his lips.

*****

You’d given the boys their gifts, Bubbles got a rocket ship, directly from NASA with his own spacesuit and a couple of real moon rocks and Ricky had gotten a customized glass bong. “Take care of that Ricky…..I figured you’d like it.” you laughed as they ran off starting to play with Bubbles rocket. You took this chance to slip away and go to Julians, knocking softly on the door.

A few moments later the door opened and Julian stood there, hair wet from a shower, slicked back by the water, sweatpants hanging low on his hips with a towel around his shoulders. “Y/N. Hey, uh, what are you doin here?” he asked as you forced a smile. “Uh, I have a gift for you.” you said patting the duffle bag that hung off your shoulder. “Oh, you didn’t need to get me anything.” he said as he stepped aside and let you come in.

Walking in, you stood awkwardly as he closed the door and moved toward the couch. “You can come sit down ya know?” he said, looking at you. You nodded and walked over sitting next to him. “Um,” you cleared your throat and dug around in the duffle bag. “Sorry, I would have wrapped it better, but I made a special stop for it.” you handed the box to him, watching him look confused, you smiled as he opened it.

Inside, laid a very old and special bottle of Rum, Harewood Barbados 1780, to be exact. “Holy…fucking…shit.” he looked at you, a look of shock on his face. “Oh! It wasn’t a big deal….I know a guy who knows a guy,” you laughed softly. “You know someone who owns a $29,000 bottle of Rum?” he asked, raising an eyebrow as you smiled bashfully. “I know two guys now who own a bottle of $29,000 Rum.” you said as he smiled watching you grab another box. “Can’t drink expensive rum without new glasses.” you said handing him the black box.

Julian smiled down at the gifts in his lap, before the memories came rushing back. “Listen…Y/N….I meant to write back…when you wrote me that letter….I just…got busy…and I didn’t…know exactly what to say.” You shook your head waving a hand. “Not a big deal….I moved on, I’m sure you did too. We’re adults now and that was 15 years ago so, you know, what's in the past,” you said looking down.

Julian put his gifts aside and moved closer to you. “I’ve followed your career,” he said smiling as you looked at him. “What?” you tried not to laugh. “I doubt I sing the kinda music you like,” you laughed as he did, “While that’s true, I do listen to your music. You’re talented. You always have been…” he said softly as you stared at him, “Julian…I’m sorry I left. But tomorrow I’m going to show everyone where I was raised and where I lived with my parents. And I want you and the guys to be in the video.” you smiled as he chuckled “I’m sure we can make that happen.”

Julian got you both a drink, and you began to get caught up on each other’s lives. “See Ricky…I’m tellin you that was a genius idea.” Bubbles whispered as they peaked in Julians windows. “He’ll finally tell her after all these years.”

You were trying to catch your breath from laughing so hard when Julian put a hand on your leg. You looked at him as he stared at you, smiling softly. “I’ve missed you,” he whispered as you nodded. “I’ve missed you too.” A few more moments of staring at each other passed before he grabbed you and pulled you in close, kissing you deeply.

After a few moments, Julian pulled away and sighed, shaking his head. “I’m sorry, I can’t.” he got up running a hand through his hair. “Fuck!” he yelled causing you to jump. “I should go.” you said quietly as you gathered your stuff and stood up. “No, please don’t go,” he sighed “just…..wait here.” he walked back to his bedroom, returning a few moments later, his signature black t-shirt clinging to the muscles that ran through his chest and stomach. “You weren’t the only one keeping a secret….” he pulled his hand out of his pocket, a black velvet box resting in his hands. “It’s nothing fancy…..I got it from Mrs. Peterson. When she died, she willed it to me, along with some money and other stuff…but….” he opened it, revealing the small, beautiful gold ring inside. The tiny cluster of diamonds sat directly in the middle. You stared down at it, unsure of what was going to happen, or what would have. “.....you….you wanted to marry me?” you whispered as he nodded. “But…then you said everything you said….and….” you looked at him, your brows pulling down together as confusion took over your face. “You lied to me didn't you?” you asked as he sighed. “I panicked, I didn't know what else to do…” you scuffed, shaking your head as you backed away and grabbed your stuff. “I can’t believe you Julian…you lied to me…you swore you never would.” you shook your head. “Whoa, you lied to me too.” Julian said as you looked appalled at him. “Are you kidding me? I didn’t lie to you, Julian. I WAS pregnant when I left. I took the damn test. And guess what? I rehearsed through the miscarriage, I performed when and where I needed to, so now I can go around and buy $30,000 bottles of Rum to impress someone I was head over heels in love with, in the hopes that I might get a tiny taste of what I used to have in life before I lost it all!” you yelled before you stormed out.

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movingforwardsf · 3 months ago

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jcrdyflores · 2 months ago

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// hey, isn’t that JORDANA FLORES, who looks a little like ISABELA MERCED? i hear SHE/HER is/are a 23 year old CIS WOMAN who works as a WAITRESS @ UNCLE SAM’S DINER who has been in town for HER WHOLE LIFE. they ARE / AREN’T a member of one of aspen creek’s founding families. you can usually find them at SUNNYVALE COMMONS or RETRO RACK. if you ask me, they remind me a lot of THE ACHE OF WISHING FOR SOMETHING YOU CAN NEVER HAVE, FLORAL PERFUME LINGERING BEHIND, BAD DECISIONS WITH GOOD INTENTIONS, MAKING TEA FOR THE CEREMONY OF IT BUT LIVING OFF OF COFFEE, HAND EMBROIDERED JEAN JACKETS. just keep an eye on them & see if their true colors shine through!

𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 . . .

𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: jordana mariana flores

𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄(𝐒): jordy, dana, dani, mari

𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄: june 2nd, 2001

𝐀𝐆𝐄: 23

𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: waitress @ uncle sam’s diner / aspiring comic artist

𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐍: dixon ( 2 year old, blue french bulldog )

𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌: angel in blue jeans by train, remix (i like the) by nkotb, pink pony club by chappell roan, gasolina by daddy yankee, behind these hazel eyes (techno version) by way 2 hard & hyper bear, please please please by sabrina carpenter, truck bed by hardy, need you tonight by inxs

𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘. . .

Born to a single mother, brought up on a host of stories of what her birth father was like but never who he was. Despite the echo of emptiness Jordana felt at times, when she saw others with their fathers, she never wanted for anything growing up with her mother. In fact, with only the knowledge that her father wanted nothing to do with her, Jordy never even thought of looking for the man.

With the various pseudo parental influences in her background, Jordy grew up with a well rounded personality. She learned to charm the socks off of anyone she met from the former actress down the street, and developed a love for reading thanks to the librarian who recommended a number of books to her over the years. She learned how to hotwire a car from a mechanic, and how to play chess from the older neighbor across the street. Her friend circle in school was eclectic to a fold, gathering people from all walks of life into her group and befriending even more outside of it.

As she grew up, she knew she wanted to travel in or after college, which lead to her getting 2 years of college done before she even finished high school. It gave her the time to travel for a month or so before finishing college when she came back, and settled back into town. She found a job at Uncle Sam’s Diner, and has been waitressing there for the past few years.

In all honesty, life is going great for Jordy. It’s normal, and she likes it that way. She likes her hometown, her family dynamic, loves her boyfriend, she’s even gained a decent follower count on her blog where she posts her online comic series (under a pseudonym). There’s nothing to complain about.

So when news more recently broke about her being the first child of the Tomás Gibson, Jordy was absolutely floored. Sure her mother had been vague about her birth father’s identity, but never in a million years would she have guessed that the Gibson Patriarch was her dad. Frankly, she’s terrified of what this news might cause, and right now she’s just worried about her mother.

Jordana’s lasted 23 years without knowing her father, she has absolutely no plans to make the first move to know him now.

AESTHETICS: overwatering plants as symbolism for loving to the point of suffocation • perfect lipstick smudged after a night out • a good heart wounded too many times • sweet drinks that make the memories foggier • “women who run in high heels should be feared” • trinkets decorating the apartment to make it feel more homey • making tea for the ceremony of it but living off of coffee • that adrenaline high and uncontrollable giggles at 3am • dancing in the kitchen • the taste of champagne but preference for cheap wine • hopeful romantic with a flirty grin • rips in jeans patched up with colorful swatches • worn books from reading over and over again • quirky chess sets . . .

#aspen.intro

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stevebattle · 1 year ago

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Compurobot II CR 200 (Greenbot Robot) (Systema Compurobot "Charles") by Axlon, Sunnyvale, CA (1984). The Compurobot is programmed using the remote control to enter a sequence of actions. It can move forward, backward, turn left or right, curve left or right, and wait. Each of these movements can be repeated by entering a number following it. For example, pressing the 'forward' button followed by '3' programs the robot to move forward for 3 seconds.

#cybernetics #robot #1984

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cahroline · 2 months ago

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here lies CAROLINE FORBES. cheerleader. MISS SUNNYVALE. third grade hopscotch champion. friend. DAUGHTER. overachiever. mean girl. sometimes. no offense. she was seventeen and she had a really good life. so rest in peace so that she can move forward. ⸻ CAHROLINE.

#indie rp #indie horror rp #indie fear street rp #indie stranger things rp #horror rp #fear street rp

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bloatedandalone04 · 2 years ago

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➪the one where you meet nick after your brother gets arrested.

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You practically bolted out of your car and into the police station, your face burning from both the hot weather and the fact that your brother has been arrested yet again.

You didn’t even get a chance to park in an actual parking spot as you were in too much of a hurry, something that would surely come back to bite you in the ass. For now, you could only hope that no one notices.

The receptionist didn’t even have to look up to know it was you, how embarrassing, and waved you through with her hand, her eyes never leaving the screen in front of her.

You walked past the desk, your cheeks red from humiliation as you quickly made your way to the sheriff’s office. Hesitantly, you raised your hand to knock, dreading coming face to face with the man for the third time this month.

Instead of being met with the aged face of sheriff Jacob, you were surprised to see a younger man with dark brown hair and blue eyes staring back at you. He had his arm crossed over his chest, his hand wrapped around the handle of a phone as he held it up to the opposite ear. He used his shoulder and head to keep it firmly there, his other hand on the door knob.

He gestured you to enter with a nod of his head, to which you quietly did, already feeling bad about interrupting his phone call. He walked back around to the front of the desk, still standing as he looked at the papers that scattered the top of the desk.

You sat down in one of the chairs that faced the desk, playing with your fingers while looking around the room. The family pictures and kids drawings were taken off the walls, you noticed, and were left bare. Your eyes went back to the desk, where the usual Sheriff Jacobs plaque was replaced with one that read Sheriff Goode.

Realization hit you when you remembered that Jacobs was retiring and needed to be replaced. You heard something about a man from Sunnyvale being elected, but you didn’t know that he already took over the position.

The man finished the call and put the phone back on the receiver before sitting down. He finally looked up at you, and you tried not to notice the way his eyes widened slightly before he gave you a smile. “Hi,”

You can’t help but smile at the sound of his voice and sit up straighter. “Hi,” you say back. “Um, I’m really sorry about….disturbing your call..or whatever.”

He looks at the phone when you point to it before shaking his head. “Oh, no worries,” he brushed it off, folding his hands on the surface of the desk and moving his chair back and forth slightly.

“Yeah, I was just expecting,” you trail off, meeting his eyes. “Well, not you.”

He laughed and the sound of it alone had your heart skipping a beat. “Yeah, I’m the new guy,” he said. “Nick Goode.”

He held his hand out to you from over the table, one brow raised in question. “I’m Y/n Y/l/n,” you take his hand, feeling it nearly covering the entirety of yours. When he pulled away and gave you a confused yet friendly look, you suddenly remembered why you were here in the first place. “Oh, um, my brother was arrested earlier today. Uh, I don’t know what for, the lady didn’t tell me.”

He quirked an eyebrow at that as he leaned back in his chair. “She didn’t? Well I’ll have to have a talk with her about that,” he said, an amused grin on his lips. “What’s your brother’s name?”

“Michael,”

At the mention of the name, Nick quickly looks away from you, a look of pity mixed with second hand embarrassment on his face. He pulls his lips into his mouth, making a tight line appear as he nods. “Hm,”

Your face falls and you let out a groan. “Oh, God,” you whine. “What did he do this time?”

Nick kept the expression on his face as he reached over and grabbed a folder. He crossed his leg over his knee and leaned further back, placing the now opened folder against his thigh as his eyes scanned the paper. “Where do I start?”

You could’ve cried when he asked that. “From the beginning?” Your voice wavered and you dreaded hearing the answer.

“Vandalism, resisting arrest, disrespecting a police officer, that one is a bit of a stretch, by the way, and verbally assaulting an elderly woman who watched it all happen,” he laughed as he read the last one, but quickly covered it up by bringing his fist up to his mouth.

You, however, weren’t laughing. Your eyes looked all over the room, your mouth opened slightly as you processed his words. Your mouth closed once you realized you had no words to say, and you looked back at the sheriff, wearing the most disappointed and tired look ever seen on a person.

He gave you a small smile, pity written all over his face as he closed the folder and tossed it back on his desk. “That’s it,”

At that, you let out a small laugh, but it quickly turned into a scoff of disbelief as you leaned forward and put your elbows on your knees. “That’s it,” you mumbled to yourself, repeating it in the same tone he said it in, though much quieter. You pressed your hands to your temples as you stared at the floor. “I can’t believe this.”

“He broke the window of a shop in town,” he continued, putting his leg back down and spinning the chair so he faced you once again. “The owner is asking for it to be paid in full.”

You looked back up at him. “How much?”

“Six seventy,”

Your eyes widen as you sit back. “You know what?” You put your hands on the armrests of the chair as you begin to stand up. “You’re gonna have to arrest me in, like, five minutes because I’m about to go kill my brother.”

Just as you stood up, he reached across the desk, his hand wrapping around your wrist to stop you. “Wait,” he said quickly, making you stop in your tracks. “The owner is partially at fault, as well.”

That made you sit back down, his hand leaving your wrist as you waited for him to continue.

“He was discriminating against your brother and refusing to serve him based on his appearance,” when you heard that, your brows furrowed and you sank back in the chair, feeling sorry for your troubled brother but still very much pissed off at him. “When the owner began pushing Michael out of the store, that’s when he threw a rock at the window.”

You nod, pressing your palm to your face as you ask, “So, what does this mean?”

“Well, the store owner tried to make it out to be your brother’s fault entirely, but a few witnesses came forward and confirmed that Michael didn’t start it,” at that, you let out a relieved sigh. “So, retribution isn’t applicable in this case.”

When you leaned back and let your tense shoulders drop, you glared playfully at the man. “Why didn’t you tell me all that first?”

He shrugged. “I wanted to rile you up,”

“Funny,” you said, unable to stop the smile that spread across your face. You tried to ignore just how good looking this guy is, and you break eye contact before anything could slip out without your consent. “So, when can I take him home?”

“We’ll need to keep him overnight, to ensure we get the full story,” Nick answered, looking over the array of folders on the desk. “He’ll be able to go home tomorrow afternoon at the latest.”

You nod. “Thank you, sheriff,”

“Nick,”

“Nick, sorry,”

He just shook his head, a small smile on his lips as he stood up. “Let me walk you out,”

You expected him to just walk you to the door of his office, the couple feet that it was, but he actually walked you all the way out to your car. When you saw it, your eyes widened and you ripped the piece of paper from where it was stuck underneath the windshield wiper. “Oh, no,” you mumbled, reading over the paper. “I got a ticket.”

Nick, who now stood behind you, peered over your shoulder. “Here,” he said, making you turn around. Once you were facing him, he gently took the ticket from your hand. “I got it.”

“Really?” You ask, not bothering to hide the surprise in your voice.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said with a grin.

“Thank you,” you beam up at him. “It was nice meeting you, though I wish it were under better circumstances.”

“It’s all good,” he brushed off your words, tucking the ticket away in his back pocket. “I also have a younger brother who used to lash out all the time. He’s the Mayor now, believe it or not.”

“Wow,” you trail off. “Michael’s future looks bright, then.”

He just laughed and you turned around, opening the driver side door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He nodded, stepping away from your car. “I’ll be here,”

You grin one last time before getting in your car and trying not to look back up at him.

Maybe your brother’s bad habits weren’t so bad after all.

#nick goode x reader #nick goode fluff #nick goode #Nick Goode 1994 #nick goode 1994 imagines #nick goode 1994 x reader #nick goode 1994 smut #fear street imagines #Fear Street x reader #fear street #fear street 1994 #fear street 1994 x reader

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ghostboyspeaks · 11 months ago

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I'm currently sick, but here are some movie scenes, but wenclair

1. Scott pilgrim

Enid: Wednesday I need to tell you something

Wednesday: Yeah, I have something I need to tell you, too

Enid: Great listen I know you play mysterious and aloof just to avoid getting hurt and reasons for not wanting to talk about your past I want you to know I don't care about any of that stuff because I'm in lesbians with you

Wednesday: what

Enid: I really really mean it

Wednesday: oh ok

2. 10 things I hate about you

Enid: You never wanted to go sailing with me. Did you?

Wednesday: yes I did

Enid: No, you didn't

Wednesday: well ok not actually

Enid: Well then, that's all you had to say. Have you always been this selfish?

Wednesday: I guess

Enid: you know just cuz your beautiful doesn't you can treat people like they don't matter I mean I really liked you okay I I defended you when people called you conceited, I helped you when you asked me to, I learned French for you and then you just blow me off you ca-

( Idk how to word this without it being awkward, but iykyk)

Enid: and I'm back in the game!

3. fear street 1994

Enid: I didn't think you were coming I thought you quit band

Wednesday: Yeah, I did.here

Enid: Is this my stuff?

Wednesday: ding ding ding

Enid: can we just talk for a second?

Wednesday: no

Enid: You broke up with me, remember, so stop acting like I'm the bad guy

Wednesday: Yeah, well, I'm not the one who moved to Sunnyvale ok you made the choice. I just made it official

Enid: my parents got divorced I didn't have a choice

Wednesday: oh come on you just couldn't wait to start you new fake life with your fake-ass mom

Enid: I am half an hour away

Wednesday: might as well be the god damn moon and you know it

Enid: I don't know anything

Wednesday: Yeah well I do I know you were always too afraid to tell people about us I know that and I know that douchebag out there was squeezing your ass

Enid: You broke up with me

Wednesday: what's his name

Enid: You broke up with me!

Wednesday: What's his name, Enid the dude groping you

Enid: stop!

Wednesday: touching you

Enid: Ajax! his name is Ajax!

Enid: You don't get it

Wednesday: No,no I do there's not much of a future in Shadyside with a lesbo best case is what dead on the mall floor after a double shift or maybe,maybe if your lucky your the one carrying the knife

Enid: Jesus, you're doing it again

Wednesday: doing what

Enid: "Welcome to the suck." "shit is doomed"

Wednesday: shit is doomed

Enid: it doesn't have to be it's like you want to lose

Wednesday: At least I know who I am

Enid: Stop being mad at me for wanting a different future

Wednesday: it's not your future when you're pretending to be someone else

#wenclair #enid sinclair #wednesday #wednesday x enid #wednsday addams #wenid #wednesday is soft for enid #wednesday 2022 #scott pilgrim #fear street #10 things i hate about you

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hash-driveway · 9 months ago

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Down With Me

Roxanne, Sunnyvale's newest resident, meets Julian and Ricky after they return from jail. Troubled by her traumatic relationship with her ex, will she be able to open up in her newfound home?

Bubbles isn’t in jail in this one. I need him for exposition ok!! Roxanne is all of us and we are all Roxanne.

Also on AO3!

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CHAPTER ONE

Roxanne’s favorite part of living in Sunnyvale was the way that the sun beamed down onto her porch in the mornings. Her routine, newly developed since moving to Sunnyvale, had a sense of peace about it since moving away from the city. Instead of dragging herself out of bed, to then drag herself to her soul-sucking desk job, then back to her lackluster apartment, she felt energized to begin her day.

After rising from bed, she would get ready for her morning jog around the trailer park. When she lived with her ex, she hardly ever had the time to keep up with exercise. Instead, she would resort to not eating much throughout her day to save herself time. She had to be as productive as possible. Now that she had this fresh start, she could take more time for herself. It was something that she had to get used to at first, but once she did, she fully embraced it. It felt good to let go of the pressure and stress that she lived in for so long.

Roxie developed a rapport with some of her neighbors on her morning jogs. She met Lucy and Sarah, two best friends (who Roxie was surprised to find out were not in a relationship) who did hair out of their trailer sometimes. Lucy’s daughter, Trinity, lived with them. Trinity was a little hellion, stealing barbecues and throwing bottles. Luckily, when Roxie caught her trying to steal her barbecue, she wasn’t intimidated by the little kid’s attitude. Instead, she earned the child’s respect by talking with Lucy about the situation in a way that didn’t make her feel guilty. After that, the three of them became friends.

She also met Bubbles, a peculiar guy with the most alarming Coke-bottle glasses she’d ever seen. He lived out of the shed across the street from her trailer. Roxie took it upon herself to put some cat food out on her first night, and Bubbles noticed and came to her door. At first, he was a bit offended, assuming she thought that he didn’t feed his kitties sufficiently. He fed them good, he said, better than most kitties in the world. She believed him.

And of course, Roxie knew Jim Lahey and Randy, the Trailer Park Supervisor and Assistant Trailer Park Supervisor, respectively. Jim was always drunk, and Randy was always shirtless. They weren’t as nosy as her previous landlords, who would barrage her with emails about her hanging plants on the balcony, or the decorations she’d put on her door. Since she was the leaseholder, she was the one who was always being contacted for stupid shit, like her ex parking in the handicap spot or being late on rent because he couldn’t be bothered to save any money. Her ex never took responsibility for anything.

Across the street from her new place sat a white single-wide with brown trim. Two young guys, Corey and Trevor, lived there and completely trashed it. It was unfortunate seeing the state of disarray Julian’s home was in while he was away.

She had never met Julian, of course. Bubbles spoke about him and Ricky so often that Roxie felt like she might as well know them. Bubbles often told her about how excited he was for his friends to get out of jail.

That’s why Bubbles stopped her on her run this morning. As soon as she passed Julian’s trailer on her second lap around, Bubbles ran to her in a panic.

“Roxie! Please, I need your help. I don’t know how I’m going to get Corey and Trevor out of Julian’s place,” he exclaimed, taking a moment to whine stressfully, “He’s going to be back any minute, and they just fucked his place up. They won’t listen to me!”

Out of breath and hunched over, Roxie panted through her words, “Bubbles, I’m sure Julian will be able to handle it. Corey and Trevor don’t seem too bright.”

Bubbles sighed, not feeling any better, “Yeah, well, they’re fuckin’ idiots, but they’re in there tearing the place up… Smoking, drinking, and playing video games all day and night. They don’t even care to clean up after themselves.”

“It’ll be okay, Bubbs, I promise.”

The rest of her morning went on as usual: Shower, change clothes, and brew coffee. She sat on the small porch of her trailer, basking in the sun. Roxie had on a gray tank top which now soaked up the water dripping from her hair, and shorts. While it was early spring, it surely got hot enough for her to wear summer clothes already.

Placing her coffee down, Roxie reached into her pocket and grabbed her plastic cigarette case, which held half a pack and a half-smoked joint. She was saving the weed for later, maybe if she hung out with Lucy and Sarah that evening. Roxie lit up a cigarette and let time stop for a moment as the morning sun warmed her face.

Just after, her trance was broken by the sound of a cab rolling up across the street. She watched as Bubbles ran to the vehicle in excitement. That must be Julian and Ricky, she thought.

The guy who exited the cab first wore a button-up houndstooth shirt with Adidas swishy pants. His hair was a dirty red, styled in a pompadour with impressive sideburns. His eyes were covered by small oval sunglasses. He was cute.

“Bubbs!” He shouted as he gave Bubbles a hug, “I fuckin’ missed ya, buddy.”

Bubbles whined and hugged his friend back, “Ricky! I missed you, too!” Roxie smiled to herself, happy that Bubbles wouldn’t be so lonely anymore.

As the two reunited, the other side of the cab opened. Roxie was greeted by the sight of a tall man with black hair, slicked back and shiny. His dark goatee framed his jaw, and as he turned to retrieve their bags from the trunk, his earring caught the light of the morning sun. His shoulders were broad, and a gold chain rested on his chest. In one hand, he held a drink, which never seemed to spill in spite of the movements he made. He was built, but not cut. He looked like the kind of guy that you wouldn’t want to fuck with.

Roxie watched as Julian propped both duffel bags onto one shoulder, and a small wave of fervor swept through her stomach. She took another drag, and stole glances at Julian as she eavesdropped from across the street.

“Bubbs, what the fuck happened to my trailer?” Julian’s voice was deep and steady despite his aggravated tone.

Bubbles stammered as he explained to Julian how he tried to kick Corey and Trevor out of his trailer, but that they wouldn’t listen. Julian shook his head and made his way into his home with Ricky following behind him. A commotion erupted from the trailer– a combination of shouting and objects falling over. Corey and Trevor really did trash the place. There was garbage and empty bottles where the flowerbeds used to be, and the porch was filled with junk. Roxie couldn’t imagine how disgusting the inside of the house was.

Bubbles looked around, a distressed look on his face. Roxie stood as they made eye contact from across the street, and mouthed:

“Everything okay?”

Bubbles whined again and threw his hands up in exasperation before heading over to her.

“I fucked up, Roxie. I tried so hard to get them to leave, but those dicks are so drunk and high all the time that they never listen!”

She snuffed her cig and patted Bubbles on the back, “You tried your best, Bubbles. It looks like your friends have it handled.”

As she spoke, Ricky and Julian were throwing all of Corey and Trevor’s shit out of the front door. Ricky pushed Corey out first, then Trevor. Their protests fell on deaf ears as Julian scolded them and told them to start cleaning his trailer immediately.

When the two made their way over to Bubbles, Roxie started feeling nervous. Nervous? Fuck no, she was probably just excited to meet her new neighbor…right? Right.

Julian approached and consoled Bubbles, making sure that his friend knew that it wasn’t his fault.

“It’s alright, Bubbles. I should have known those dicks were up to something fucked up.” Julian regarded Roxie, eyeing her up and down before greeting her, “Hey.”

“Hi,” she waved at him, “Roxie.”

“Jeez, Bubbs. You went ahead and got a girlfriend while we were gone, huh?” Ricky teased.

Bubbles groaned, “Ricky! She’s not my girlfriend. Just my friend.”

“Is that right?” responded Julian, the faintest inkling of intrigue in his voice, “Nice to meet you.”

Roxie smiled, “Likewise.”

They shared a brief moment of eye contact until Ricky shouted at Corey and Trevor to “pick up the fucking pace” because he “wanted to watch TV and smoke a joint” with Julian and Bubbles.

“Boys, let’s hurry the fuck up and get Corey and Trevor out of Julian’s! I want to have a tiny bit of a relaxing evening.”

“See you,” said Julian, “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Okay. Bye, Julian.”

As the boys returned to berating Corey and Trevor, Roxie found herself smiling. Was her face red? Oh God, it must have been weird of her to only say goodbye to Julian, right? Maybe she was being too obvious.

She grabbed the half-smoked cigarette from her ashtray and went back inside before she got too excited about meeting her new neighbor.

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