#WHAT ARE YOUR THOUGHTS ON ALICE AND CINDY BERMAN ?!*!*!*!*!*

[holyfacehead]

fav fear street movie? (1994 has a special place in my heart (i love sam and deena my queen hoes fr!))

i LOVE ALL MOVIES but im a 1666 gurlie thru and thru !! hannah and sarah are my 4ever pookies 🫶🏻

[cindybermanfics1978]

Chapter Nine

warnings: strong swearing

You and the couple made way through the dense woods that surrounded Camp Nightwing. You held a flashlight in front of you, following behind was Cindy and Tommy. 

“Alice!” Cindy shouted. “Come on, it’s disgusting in here!” 

“We’re close, Berman, hang in there!” 

They kept onward, being determined to get their things back from Alice — more like Cindy was determined while you were there because you wanted to get away from the camp in case Nick Goode tried interrogating her on their baby, but mostly to be around Cindy. 

“Alice!” Cindy shouted again before a thine caught on her polo, ripping the material. 

“Shit! Oh, it’s ruined now!” 

You helped Cindy get free from the thorn as you felt her warm breath on your neck and began blushing, heating up. 

“You cursed again,” Tommy stated, almost shocked. 

“You want me to murder you?” 

Tommy shut his eyes, holding a hand to his forehead. 

“Tommy, are you okay?” You asked, worried. 

“Yeah,” He replied. “Yeah, I’m fine.” 

Pushing You forward, you pointed the flashlight in that direction and moved further into the woods. Suddenly, they all hear Alice scream. Cindy turned, grabbing your wrist harshly without realizing, and dragging you along. The three of you make it to Alice who is climbing out of the newly dug grave, dusting dried dirt off her knees. 

“Watch your step.” Alice said, wincing at the bright torch.

Tommy and Cindy stepped toward the hole, looking over it. You saw the book laying next to it. 

“Is someone digging a grave?” Tommy asked. 

“Graves,” Alice pluralized, shining the flashlight on a bunch of other holes. 

They all look at Tommy as he mumbled. “Mary.” 

Alice squinted at him, confused. You watched her brother stumble towards the book, picking it up. 

“The X’s, look.” He showed them the map, again, pointing at the markings. “She was marking where she dug.” 

Alice thought for a few seconds before turning the page to some writing. 

“‘But without her hand, her grip on the land holds firm and the curse will last until body and hand unite.' ”

Chills were forming down your neck and back as you felt a hand intertwine with yours. It was slow, but it felt good. Cindy swallowed, leaning her head on your shoulder. 

“Are you tired?” You ask in a low tone.

Nodding, Cindy stood closer as your heart fluttered as you brought your inhaler out, taking in a few breaths before stuffing the piece of plastic in her pocket. 

“Maybe Mary was looking for the hand,” Tommy said, coming to the conclusion in his head. “To end the curse?” 

“That made her daughter lose her mind.” Alice finished, nodding. 

“Guys, come on. This is silly.” 

“Yeah,” Arnie spoke. “I gotta piss.” 

They all grimaced except for Alice. 

“I really did not need to know that.” You murmured. 

“Let me see that,” 

Tommy began to pass the book over to Alice but Cindy let go of your hand quickly once again, stepping toward them and grabbing it swiftly. 

“You can have it, but first give me the drugs,” Cindy demanded. “If nurse Lane took them and went crazy then those drugs are very dangerous.” 

Alice laughed. “Oh, my God. What happened to you?” 

She stepped closer to Cindy, a centimeter of space was between their faces. You felt something rise in your chest, once again not knowing if its anger or jealousy like earlier.

“You remember when we used to have fun?” She asked. 

“Alice, that’s enough.” Cindy demanded once again. 

Soon Arnie comes back. “I found it!” 

The three teens, including you, all look up from their respective places, all walking toward the male to see what he found. “I found the witch’s house.” 

Alice and Arnie rushed over, laughing whilst you and Cindy and Tommy walked slower. Again, you had the flashlight in your hand, unsure of what was found. It seemed to be one side of what the house that used to be here in the 1600's as Cindy stood beside you. 

“Was I the only one expecting, like, I dunno, a house made out of candy?” Alice laughed. 

“Maybe there’s candy down there,” Arnie said, glancing down another entrance, 

This one was different, it seemed to go underground. The couple began playing around, scaring each other which made you glance at Tommy and Cindy. Nearly falling into another dug grave, you make a pass standing behind Arnie and Alice. Speaking of Alice, she was crouched in front of the entrance. 

“Hey, Sarah, you got any candy down there? We’re high and hungry.” 

She paused. 

“Sarah Fier!” 

“Okay, we've seen enough.” 

“Alright then, go home, Berman.” 

Looking over at her brother, he seemed to be going in and out of consciousness as it made you frown. 

“Tommy, you okay?” 

“Yeah, she must’ve gotten me pretty good.” 

You sent an uneasy smile towards Tommy, turning back to Alice and Arnie, who jumped down the hole, making their way inside. Cindy followed behind as well as Tommy and you. You made her way down the steps and into the dark and dingy cave. 

“Hey, someone’s been down here!” Alice shouted, looking at the nib of the candle. 

“Like recently.” 

You began to sweat from the nerves of being down there, staying on the steps as the three teens investigated further in the cave, eventually it brought her down there too.

Walking through an archway, you saw what looked like a sacrifice room. On the floor was the witch’s mark, remembering it from earlier in Mary’s book. What looked like black fluid flowing through the engraving, making you wrinkle your nose. Alice and Arnie began messing around on one end of the cave. You continue holding the flashlight as it’s now been turned off. 

“It’s kinky.”

“It’s the witch’s mark,” Cindy announces, 

Alice leaned away from her boyfriend, turning to Cindy with a confused look. 

“The what?” She asked. 

Cindy opened the book, showing a replica of the engraving on the floor. 

“‘A deal was made with the devil. Sarah Fier cut off her wicked hand on Satan’s stone in exchange for eternal life, scarring the soil beneath with the witch’s mark, bringing darkness upon the land.’ ”

“That’s it!” Arnie shouted.

Everyone looked at him in utter confusion. 

“It’s acetaminophen.” 

“Arnie, what are you talking about?” 

“L484. It just hit me. It’s fucking Tylenol. It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure?” 

You began to come to the conclusion that it wasn’t drugs that made Mary act the way she did and that made you worry, if Sarah Fier is causing her brother fatigue and pain. 

“Positive. Come on, Alice. Let’s get out of here. Pretty sure Joan might still have some weed if we pay her.” 

Arnie ducked under the archway as you stood in the entrance, eyeing as he approached him, talking before smacking him on the shoulder. Right when Alice and Cindy exit, Tommy stands, walking toward the side of the cave wall and pulling an ax off the wall. Arnie turned around from the entrance of the tunnel as he smiled, thinking it was a joke. 

“What the hell are you doing, man? Tommy…” 

[renegadefearstreet1966]

Twenty

credit to gif owner.

Bunny and the couple made way through the dense woods that surrounded Camp Nightwing. She held a flashlight in front of you, following behind was Cindy and Tommy. 

“Alice!” Cindy shouted. “Come on, it’s disgusting in here!” 

“We’re close, Berman, hang in there!” 

They kept onward, being determined to get their things back from Alice — more like Cindy was determined while Bunny was there for two reasons. Bunny wanted to get away from the camp in case Nick Goode tried interrogating her on their baby, asking when will be a good time to talk like adults, and to be around Cindy.

“Alice!” Cindy shouted again before a thine caught on her polo, ripping the material. 

“Shit! Oh, it’s ruined now!” 

Bunny helped Cindy get free from the thorn as she felt her warm breath on her neck and began blushing, heating up. 

“You cursed again,” Tommy stated, almost shocked. 

“You want me to murder you?” 

Tommy shut his eyes, holding a hand to his forehead. 

“Tommy, are you okay?” Bunny asked, worried. 

“Yeah,” He replied. “Yeah, I’m fine.” 

Pushing forward, Bunny pointed the flashlight in that direction and moved further into the woods. Suddenly, they all hear Alice scream. Cindy turned, grabbing her wrist harshly without realizing, and dragging her boyfriend's sister along. The three of them make it to Alice who is climbing out of the newly dug grave, dusting dried dirt off her knees. 

“Watch your step.” Alice said, wincing at the bright torch.

Tommy and Cindy stepped toward the hole, looking over it. Bunny saw the book laying next to it. 

“Is someone digging a grave?” Tommy asked. 

“Graves,” Alice pluralized, shining the flashlight on a bunch of other holes. 

They all look at Tommy as he mumbled. “Mary.” 

Alice squinted at him, confused. Bunny watched her brother stumble towards the book, picking it up. 

“The X’s, look.” He showed them the map, again, pointing at the markings. “She was marking where she dug.” 

Alice thought for a few seconds before turning the page to some writing. 

“‘But without her hand, her grip on the land holds firm and the curse will last until body and hand unite.' ”

Chills were forming down Bunny's neck and back as she felt a hand intertwine with hers. It was slow, but it felt good. Cindy swallowed, leaning her head on her shoulder. 

“Are you tired?” Bunny ask in a low tone.

Nodding, Cindy stood closer as Bunny's heart fluttered as she brought her inhaler out, taking in a few breaths before stuffing the piece of plastic in her pocket. 

“Maybe Mary was looking for the hand,” Tommy said, coming to the conclusion in his head. “To end the curse?” 

“That made her daughter lose her mind.” Alice finished, nodding. 

“Guys, come on. This is silly.” 

“Yeah,” Arnie spoke. “I gotta piss.” 

They all grimaced except for Alice. 

“I really did not need to know that.” Bunny murmured. 

“Let me see that,” 

Tommy began to pass the book over to Alice but Cindy let go of her hand quickly once again, stepping toward them and grabbing it swiftly. 

“You can have it, but first give me the drugs,” Cindy demanded. “If nurse Lane took them and went crazy then those drugs are very dangerous.” 

Alice laughed. “Oh, my God. What happened to you?” 

She stepped closer to Cindy, a centimeter of space was between their faces. Bunny felt something rise in her chest, once again not knowing if its anger or jealousy like earlier.

“You remember when we used to have fun?” She asked. 

“Alice, that’s enough.” Cindy demanded once again. 

Soon Arnie comes back. “I found it!” 

The three teens, including Bunny, all look up from their respective places, all walking toward the male to see what he found. “I found the witch’s house.” 

Alice and Arnie rushed over, laughing whilst Bunny and Cindy and Tommy walked slower. Again, she had the flashlight in her hand, unsure of what was found. An entrance was bright to light as it was likely from a house that used in the 1600s as Cindy stood beside Bunny. 

“Was I the only one expecting, like, I dunno, a house made out of candy?” Alice laughed. 

“Maybe there’s candy down there,” Arnie said, glancing down another entrance, 

This one was different, it seemed to go underground. The couple began playing around, scaring each other which made Bunny glanced at Tommy and Cindy. Nearly falling into another dug grave, she made a pass, standing behind Arnie and Alice. Speaking of Alice, she was crouched in front of the entrance. The light shined below as Bunny felt creeped out.

“Hey, Sarah, you got any candy down there? We’re high and hungry.” 

She paused. 

“Sarah Fier!” 

“Okay, we've seen enough.” 

“Alright then, go home, Berman.” 

Looking over at her brother, he seemed to be going in and out of consciousness as it made Bunny frown. 

“Tommy, you okay?” 

“Yeah, she must’ve gotten me pretty good.” 

Bunny sent an uneasy smile towards Tommy, turning back to Alice and Arnie, who jumped down the hole, making their way inside. Cindy followed behind as well as Tommy and his sister. Bunny made her way down the steps and into the dark and dingy cave. 

“Hey, someone’s been down here!” Alice shouted, looking at the nib of the candle. 

“Like recently.” 

Bunny began to sweat from the nerves of being down there, staying on the steps as the three teens investigated further in the cave, eventually it brought her down there too.

Walking through an archway, Bunny saw what looked like a sacrifice room. On the floor was the witch’s mark, remembering it from earlier in Mary’s book. What looked like black fluid flowing through the engraving, making her wrinkle her nose. Alice and Arnie began messing around on one end of the cave as Bunny continued holding the flashlight as it’s now been turned off. 

“It’s kinky.”

“It’s the witch’s mark,” Cindy announces, 

Alice leaned away from her boyfriend, turning to Cindy with a confused look. 

“The what?” She asked. 

Cindy opened the book, showing a replica of the engraving on the floor. 

“‘A deal was made with the devil. Sarah Fier cut off her wicked hand on Satan’s stone in exchange for eternal life, scarring the soil beneath with the witch’s mark, bringing darkness upon the land.’ ”

“That’s it!” Arnie shouted.

Everyone looked at him in utter confusion. 

“It’s acetaminophen.” 

“Arnie, what are you talking about?” 

“L484. It just hit me. It’s fucking Tylenol. It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure?” 

Bunny began to come to the conclusion that it wasn’t drugs that made Mary act the way she did and that made her worry. The thought of Sarah Fier's curse came to mind, not wanting to accept the idea of her brother being cursed. Although deep down, something else that was more sinister came to mind as it made Bunny want to puke. She shook her head and came back to reality.

“Positive. Come on, Alice. Let’s get out of here. Pretty sure Joan might still have some weed if we pay her.” 

Arnie ducked under the archway as Bunny did the same, standing by the entrance to the woods, eyeing as Arnie approached your brother. He said something before smacking him on the shoulder. Right when Alice and Cindy exit, Tommy stands, walking toward the side of the cavern and pulling an ax off the wall. Arnie turned around from the entrance of the tunnel as he smiled, thinking it was a joke. 

“What the hell are you doing, man? Tommy…” 

Bunny observed as the tall male lifted the ax off the wall and swung it into Arnie’s face. She was frozen in her tracks, however, Tommy didn’t stop. He sent another blow to Arnie’s already deceased body. Bunny witnessed the horror as her brother turned into a monster. 

Eventually, he turned towards Cindy, Bunny and Alice as she shinned her flashlight on him. Her hand shook before he started trudging toward the three females. Bunny screamed before being pushed back by Cindy, rushing into the room they were in prior — through the archway and past the sacrifice room. Panic filled Bunny as she had to think fast. She grabbed a relic off one of the shelves and threw it at him, furrowing her brows at hurting her own brother. She took this opportunity to escape. Bunny manges to get past Tommy, and stand under the archway, surveying as Cindy and Alice flee for their lives.

“There!” Bunny heard Cindy shout. 

Bunny felt like an asshole leaving Cindy and Alice behind, afraid they would die. But you had to get back to camp to notify counselors that there's a killer on the loose. She soon heard a loud rumble as an avalanche of rocks fall from above. The cavern shook with all its might, causing her to panic. Once when the large rocks settle in place, she hears heavy breathing as she steps closer to the male. He rises and stands in front of Bunny, raising his ax high before plunging it down. Luckily she managed to escape, but panicked. She screamed in fear. 

Bunny held onto the flashlight trying to turn it on when it slips from her grip, breaking on the steps below her. She curse under her breath, feeling overwhelmed.

Tommy had no emotion toward his upset sister as she began to shake, pulling herself up the stone-like steps. Bunny's hand hits the broken shard, stabbing into her delicate skin as the pain rises. You are in a great amount of pain, but push past it. Running past the tables full of previously lit candles and 16th century decorations. Bunny exited the cavern and sprint through the woods, and hid in a bush and a large pine tree. In the distance, a male is seen approaching the woods as the glimmer of a large ax sits in his hands. From what she could see, Tommy's expression is emotionless, almost like there wasn't anything left.

Tears welled up in Bunny's eyes, knowing that Cindy was likely dead and Ziggy was running around camp unaware that a killer is on the loose. Once Tommy is nowhere to be seen, Bunny carefully goes back to the place she was earlier, over to the caved-in rocks as she looked back, grabbing something to protect yourself. She turned back to the large rocks, sighing and praying that she can interact with Cindy somehow. Bunny had little hope, tears now rolling down her cheeks.

"C-Cindy, are you there? Can you hear me?" Bunny asks, waiting for a response.

No one returns Bunny's call as she speak once again, this time louder. Beginning to turn away, she faintly heard Cindy's voice. It's panicked but stern, almost delicate too. She speaks but it's too muffled to understand what she's saying.

"Cindy, Alice, if you guys can hear me, I'll save you. I promise. I can't lose you. Please, stay alive as long as you can. I— I— nevermind. I'll be back!"

From what Bunny could make out was sobbing from the other side, getting a positive thought that Cindy and Alice are still alive. Bunny let go of the relic in her hand and carefully but quickly made her way back to Camp Nightwing, panicked as she needed to find Ziggy and Caroline and get them to safety.

"Just my fucking luck. A fucking killer is on the loose, and it's my own goddamn brother."

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Lowkey Wanna Date Me When You Fuck Me - Tommy Slater

Don't mind me, just trying to exhaust myself so I can get over this dude quicker

4.1k words🤙🏻

NSFW WARNING - MINORS DNI

~~~~~~~~~~

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, Tommy's rough thrusts paired with his thumb circling your clit had you coming with a loud moan, then the oversensitivity of feeling Tommy release inside of you made you let out a high pitched whine.

"Oh god, fuck-!" You couldn't help but giggle, hearing Tommy curse was such a rare occurrence. You didn't know if it was to keep up his golden boy status or what, but he almost always cursed when he orgasmed.

Tommy collapsed beside you on your bed with a huff, quickly sporting a goofy grin. You crawled out of bed as soon as he moved to put his arm around you, causing his grin to fall. You entered your bathroom, and called out to him before shutting the door. "See ya tomorrow, dude!"

Tommy sighed heavily, rolling out of bed and dressing himself. "See ya...dude..."

You and Tommy had been close friends ever since you were kids, only living a few blocks away from each other was part of that, but you also got along and went to the same school. You had the same friend group and would hang out with them almost every day. When Tommy started to date Cindy Berman, you felt like your world was ending. Not only because someone else was stealing away your friend, but you also had a massive crush on him.

When your parents eventually divorced, you lost all desire to be in a relationship. You already tried "dating" around to get rid of those feelings of heartbreak from Tommy and none of those ended well, but the divorce just finalized your decision to just never allow yourself to like someone as more than a friend.

Then Tommy and Cindy broke up. Once Cindy confessed that she was in love with her friend Alice, all he wanted was for her to be happy. But he couldn't help but feel sadden whenever he saw them holding hands or stealing kisses in the halls of their school, because he really did like Cindy, but he was genuinely happy that she was with the person she truly wanted to be with.

Not having Cindy around that much anymore, he started to reconnect with you after years of just stealing glances at each other from across classrooms and hallways, and he realized that he had missed you a lot. He could tell you changed a lot, but you thought he was the same old sweet virgin Tommy, which for the most part, he was. But, one thing, he wasn't a virgin anymore. And after having sex the first time, he knew it wasn't something that he could live without, but he had no one to help satisfy his needs. But coincidentally, you felt the same way.

It was inevitable, but you and Tommy had started a friends with benefits type agreement. You scratch his back and he scratched yours, it was a win win and you were able to stay friends comfortably.

You knew it was probably a mistake, but Tommy was a naturally cuddly guy and he would always want to cuddle after sex, which you indulged. But you kept telling yourself that it was just friendly cuddles, and that it didn't mean anything. All friends cuddle, right?

Being the close friends that you were, you two hung out a lot, even when you two weren't having sex. Your hangouts usually consisted of watching cheesy horror films on VHS while eating gratuitous amounts of buttered popcorn, or simply cruising around town while listening to music. It was nice...too nice.

There was one night where Tommy stayed over and watched a film with you, but you spent most of the time making out with him and completely disregarding the movie. But it never escalated into sex like it normally did, you two just fell asleep on your bed in each others arms. Waking up the next morning to see his adorable sleeping face beside you, it made you feel safe, a feeling that you hadn't felt in so long that it was almost foreign. But then you realized what that feeling meant, and it scared you.

After that, you made it a point to never cuddle after you had sex with Tommy, thinking that it would help dull those feelings down. But to your dismay, it didn't work. You started to avoid Tommy altogether, except for the times you had sex, just so you could try and fight the feelings of butterflies in your stomach every time you saw his stupid face. You would not allow yourself to actually fall for someone, you couldn't.

And you could tell that Tommy knew something was up. The little huffs of annoyance when you wouldn't allow him to touch you before or after fucking, the constant avoidance and excuses you'd come up with just to avoid him during the day. He started to think he did something wrong, which he kind of did in your mind. But you didn't think to address it until you had lunch off campus with your friend Joan.

"So..." Joan drawled out, taking a hit of her doobie before continuing, "How's your relationship with Tommy going?"

You furrowed your brows, letting out a scoff. "Tommy and I aren't in a relationship."

Joan had a look of pure confusion on her face. "But like, you two act like a couple."

"We just fuck, Joan. Nothing else." You spat, starting to get annoyed, which was odd because Joan never made you mad, like ever.

"Huh..."

"What?"

"It's just, Tommy seems so head over heels whenever he talks about you, like he's totally bewitched."

"He talks about me?"

"Oh yeah, all the time. He basically talks all our ears off about how amazing you are and shit, I can practically the stars in his eyes whenever he does, it's kinda cute, actually."

You could almost feel the panic attack bubbling in your chest. No, this wasn't how this was supposed to go. This was just supposed to be like a business arrangement, that's how you treated it, that's how he was supposed to treat it. You were supposed to be able to just stay friends, not allowing yourself to get attached.

You were pissed off, almost felt betrayed in a way. Why, how could Tommy do this to you? He knew how you felt about relationships, you even confided in him about how your parents' divorce made you feel. He should've known better than anyone that a relationship was not what you wanted. You didn't want a relationship, right?

As much as you knew that you needed to confront the situation, it was one of those things that you hoped would just resolve itself on its own. It was spring break, and you pretty much spent most of the time locked away in your bedroom. Every day, you would hear the landline ring and you'd pull your pillow over your ears and tried to ignore the annoying ring. You never picked it up, because you knew it would be Tommy. The one time your mother was home, she answered the phone and you had to pretend to be asleep.

Once the ringing stopped over time, you felt really bad about the whole thing. It's like he finally gave up, and that should've made you happy, but it didn't. You missed Tommy, as much as you hated to admit it. He wasn't just your fuck buddy, he was your best friend. In hindsight, it probably wasn't the best choice to start a friends with benefits relationship with someone you used to have a crush on, no matter how long ago it was.

You were just laying in bed one day, until you were spooked by hearing the front door of your home being knocked on loudly. You huffed, you really didn't want to deal with anyone right now. But the knocking started again, and they wouldn't stop. Jesus, this person's persistent.

You grumpily got out of bed, stomping your way downstairs and opening the door, ready to yell at whoever was disturbing you from your self loathing. You instantly regretted it when you saw that it was Tommy, wearing an expression that you rarely ever saw him wear: anger.

"Where have you been, Y/n? I've been worried sick!" Tommy fumed, entering your home without asking.

"I've been here..." You replied, uncomfortably rubbing your arms. You had never really seen Tommy actually angry before, and it didn't feel good to have it directed at you.

"I've been trying to call you, and you never pick up. I even went to Joan and asked her what was going on, but she wouldn't tell me anything. Did I do something wrong or something? Why have you been avoiding me?"

"I...haven't been avoiding you."

"You're lying." He let out a bitter laugh, his eyebrows furrowed and eyes pleading for an actual answer. You blinked in surprised, you didn't think he'd be so bold to call you out. "You've been avoiding me for awhile now. I just...I just want to know what's wrong. We used to be able to tell each other anything, remember?"

You bit your lip, starting to feel your hands shake nervously. "It's complicated, Tommy."

"Is it? Is it really?" He sighed. "Please, was it something I did?"

"Yes." You answered bluntly, leaving Tommy speechless for a moment.

"Did I...did I hurt you?"

You rolled your eyes. "No, Tommy, you didn't hurt me. Quite the opposite actually." He furrowed his brows in confusion. "Joan told me about what you've been saying, about me."

"What? I've only ever said nice things about you."

"I know, that's exactly it! You're acting and talking about me like we're together when we're not. You've gotten attached."

Tommy blushed. "I haven't..."

You chucked bitterly. "I'm sorry, but we can't do this anymore. You'll have to find someone else to fuck."

"So that's it then? It's just over?" You nodded curtly, causing Tommy to look dumbfounded. "So you're telling me, that after all this time we've spent together, you haven't felt anything for me? Nothing?"

You gulped, pushing back the feeling of wanting to cry. "No..."

"You're lying." He repeated more firmly.

"I told you that I don't want to be in a relationship, I don't want a partner. It's a waste of time and energy."

Tommy had a surprisingly calm visage after all the hurtful things you've said, and only took a few steps toward you, making you back up until your back hit the wall. "You don't believe that. You're lying to yourself." He stood only a few inches away from you, feeling his body heat envelop you.

You grit your teeth, feeling the urge to slap him. "I'm not fucking lying."

Tommy nodded slowly, a tight lipped smile on his face as he finally backed away from you. "Fine." He said plainly, but you could see the shine of unshed tears in his eyes. "Guess I was wrong...my mistake. I'll leave you alone then." And with that, he exited your home, closing the door gently.

You ran up to your room, laid back down on your bed and cried. Damn him. Damn him for making you feel this way. This was only ever supposed to be fun, but now you were feeling worse and lonelier than you've ever had before.

You hoped that would've been the end of it, but several days later, you still felt awful.

Goddamn it.

Pushing Tommy away didn't work. You kept telling yourself over and over that you had no feelings for him whatsoever. You didn't want to admit it, Tommy was right. You were lying to yourself. You didn't know if you could fix it, but you were scared that you could. You didn't want to end up like your parents, you didn't want to get burned by someone you cared about. You didn't want to get betrayed. But Tommy was different, and maybe you did want to see where a relationship with him would go.

It took a couple days of thinking it over. The thoughts alone terrified you, but also filled you with a sort of excitement that you had never felt before.

That fear of rejection settled into the pit of your stomach as you walked to Tommy's house, what if you went too far, what if he actually gave up and has already started to move on, what if he hated you? Those thoughts alone would've been enough to make you turn around and head back home, but you didn't want to be a coward, you'd done that enough already.

You desperately tried to calm your fast beating heart as you came to stand right in front of Tommy's front door, your reflection in the glass storm door mocking you by showing how panicked you looked. You opened the storm door and knocked on the wooden door behind it, your knocks stuttering at first, then stepping back and anxiously waiting for the door to eventually open.

When Tommy opened the door and saw you standing there, you noticed his immediate frown. "What are you doing here?" You tried not to wince at his slight accusatory tone, but you knew he was just hurt.

"Can we talk?" You asked timidly.

Tommy let out a sigh before stepping aside and gesturing for you to enter his house. He closed the door behind you and walked to his living room, crossing his arms. "Well?" He looked at you expectantly. "You want to talk, so talk."

You felt all your nerves that you tried to push away come back at full force, you couldn't even get your mouth to open, much less get yourself to talk.

Tommy soon lost his angered expression, not being able to be mad for too long. He saw how nervous you looked, he had a feeling about why you finally came to his place, at least he hoped. He didn't want to make this any tougher on you. "Look, Y/n, if you don't want to do this with me anymore, that's fine. You were right, I got attached. If I actually am wrong and you don't feel anything for me, then I'm sorry. When you said what you said, I was hurt and I lashed out. I never wanted to make you uncomfortable."

You casted your gaze downwards, feeling like a spotlight was on you. You had to tell the truth, no matter how scary it was. "Tommy..." You exhaled shakily. "I came here to say that I'm sorry too. I did say some pretty hurtful things, and you didn't deserve that. And I came to tell you that...you were right. I was lying, to you, to myself. I...have started to feel things for you, that's why I've been avoiding you, cause it's scaring the hell outta me." Your hands were shaking, stuttering over your words by the time you finished, but you couldn't see Tommy's face, you didn't want to.

Tommy walked closer to you, but you kept your head down, only able to see the toe of his shoes. You flinched as he placed a delicate hand on your shoulder, gently wrapping his other arm around you and pulling you into a hug. "It's okay." He whispered. "You don't have to be scared, not with me."

You relaxed into his hold as best you could, closing your eyes and breathing deeply. "I don't know if I can do this, Tommy. I've never really tried, with anyone."

Tommy pulled away, a soft smile on his face as he looked down at you, his hands still wrapped around your torso. "Hey, we don't have to pick up right where we left off, ya know? We can start over, take things slow, if that's what you want."

You chuckled. "I don't think we can start over in that regard. I mean, we've already-"

"Yeah, yeah," Tommy interrupted. "sex was that good, huh?" He teased, making you blush. "But I mean it, if you want to start over, we can. Whatever will make you feel more comfortable."

It was probably not the most appropriate time, but you started to feel a rush of heat surge through you. You'd never met someone as kind as Tommy, you've never been treated with so much respect from someone, you realized that those qualities were attractive as hell. "I think, I think we should pick up where we left off...right now."

Tommy raised a brow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. "Seriously? Right now? You sure?"

You nodded, leaning forward and standing on your toes, kissing Tommy feverishly. Maybe you should've waited, maybe you should've stopped, but you suddenly had a new hunger for Tommy and you didn't think you could've stalled it for very long.

"Ya know," Tommy started between kisses, "you don't have to do this if you're not-"

You sighed, pulling back to look Tommy in the eyes. "Tommy, please, I want you. I want you so bad it hurts, okay? And I really wish it hadn't taken me this long to finally realize...I don't care if I eventually get hurt, I just want to be with you."

Tommy grinned, kissing you once more. "You have no idea how happy that makes me. I promise, I'll do everything in my power to make sure that I'm the one who gets hurt if it ever comes to that. If I ever hurt you, god forbid, I will let Sarah Fier gut me herself."

You giggled, starting to kiss his neck. "I think that's a tad excessive. I'd do it myself." You heard Tommy sigh heavily as you nipped at an especially sensitive spot, his hold on your waist tightening with every noise you forced out of him.

Tommy dragged you to his bedroom, closing and locking the door as you sat at the foot of his bed. You reached out and hooked your fingers into the belt loops of his blue jeans, pulling him closer with a smirk. He leaned down to kiss you, groaning into your mouth as you started to palm his hardening length through the thick material.

Tommy soon grabbed your hand, gently pushing you down so you lay flat against his bed. He trailed kisses down your neck, lifting your shirt up over your head so he could kiss the skin of your torso and further down until he reached the waistband of your pants. You squirmed as he slowly pulled your pants and underwear down your legs, goosebumps raising all over your body as he ghosted his fingers up and down your thighs. He gave you a teasing smirk as he purposely ran his hands over every part of your body except the place you wanted him the most, the soft whine that escaped your mouth giving him an ego boost. "Tommy, please." You breathed out, gripping the sheets beneath you as you felt your core throb from lack of attention.

You bit your lip as you felt Tommy trail sloppy kisses up the inside of your thighs, his warm breath hitting your core, making your toes curl. You let out a small gasp as he ran his middle finger up and down your folds, gathering your slick and circling it around your clit slowly. Tommy placed a feather light kiss to your clit before pushing his finger inside you, the soft squelch music to his ears, he hadn't even warmed you up yet and you were already so wet for him. A part of Tommy would like to think that finally confessing each other feelings for one another helped in that regard.

You arched your back slightly as Tommy curled his finger, already finding that special spot inside you, trying your best to silence the whimpers you so desperately wanted to let out. Tommy noticed how red and swollen your bottom lip was from how often you were biting it, that did not make him happy. "I want to hear you." Tommy voiced lowly, leaning his face close and finally tonguing your clit gently as he continued curling his finger inside of you.

"Fuck-!" You gasped, lolling your head back and your hand replacing the bedsheet with Tommy's hair, encouraging him to continue. Your hips bucked as Tommy added a second finger, his mouth completely devouring your aching nub, throwing you for a loop as you could never get used to how talented he was with his tongue.

You quickly felt a thin layer of sweat building up on your forehead, Tommy forcing your body to exert itself in the best way possible. He removed his fingers from you as you started to rut against his face, bringing both of his hands to grab onto your legs, placing them over his shoulders and holding you in place.

"Ah-!" You cried out as you soon started to feel that familiar heat rush through your core, the pleasure building and building, almost becoming unbearable until, "I'm gonna cum!" You felt like Tommy was going to bruise your thighs by how tightly he was holding onto them, but the slight ache made the pleasure all the more intense. That tight coil of pleasure finally snapped, a tidal wave of euphoria washing over you, the thought that it was Tommy making you feel this way making your stomach flutter even after you came down from your high.

You looked down at Tommy, seeing him gaze lovingly at you with heavy lidded eyes, almost like he just had an orgasm himself. He kissed the inside of your thigh once more, crawling up your body and placing an open mouthed kiss on your neck, then connecting your lips with his.

You smiled at him, his eyes staring into your own and looking like he wanted to say something, but he refrained and kissed you once more before you started to palm his forgotten erection. Tommy's eyes rolled to the back of his head as you reached into his jeans and started rubbing him, his cock already aching for you.

Tommy sat up, removing his clothes in a hurry and was back on you in an instant. He kissed your cheek as he gently rubbed himself between your folds, the tip of his cock teasing at your entrance before he pushed in, slipping through easily from the combination of your cum and his saliva. "God, you feel so amazing." Tommy grinned, bringing up a hand to caress your other cheek.

Usually, Tommy didn't take but a few seconds to let you adjust, he usually started with a quick pace. But he didn't even move for a minute, then started to slowly thrust, watching your every expression intently. You whined as he continued his slow but deep pace, hitting every spot inside of you like his cock was made for you. Surely, keeping up such a slow pace wasn't that pleasurable for Tommy, but he wanted this to last. He just wanted to look at you, taking in every noise you made.

Tommy wrapped his hand around your throat, not squeezing, as he picked up the pace. You both moaned in tandem, Tommy now finally chasing after his own high, but still trying to focus on you. You gripped at his shoulders, his cock stretching you so deliciously to the point you knew you wouldn't be able to form a coherent sentence even if you tried. You already felt close to another orgasm, Tommy hitting that spot inside you over and over again with every rigorous thrust of his hips. It only took a few more snaps to send you over the edge, his name the only word you could cry out as your second climax knocked the breath out of you.

Tommy wasn't that far behind. He tried to keep his eyes open as he felt himself getting close, your face the only thing he wanted to see as he orgasmed. "Fuck, Y/n...!" He groaned, his breathing uneven and thrusts stuttering, his cock twitching inside of you before he finally released. He placed his forehead against yours as he moaned loudly, his hips stilling as his last ropes of cum emptied out inside you.

You kissed his forehead as he exhaled shakily, the lopsided grin that graced his face causing your face to flush with heat. Tommy laid down beside you, his puppy dog eyes looking up at you with amazement. He started to reach out for you but hesitated, pulling back with a frown as he remembered that you didn't like to cuddle. But things were different now, you cared for one another and you really wanted to try to be his partner.

Tommy's eyes widened as you curled up next to him, wrapping his arm around yourself and resting your head on his chest. He didn't know whether to cry or cheer, he figured either reaction wouldn't be that appropriate. So he decided to relax into your embrace, relishing in the moment, a grin settling on his face as he realized there would be more times like these.

~~~~~~~~~~

Yikes, I'm just projecting, aren't I? Anyways💅🏻

[afro-hispwriter]

CINDY BERMAN X FEM READER SMUT

Fear street 1978

Summery- Cindy Berman never thought she would be interested in girls but when she notices you everything changes

Let’s pretend that witch stuff never happens

Warnings- language, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, scissoring, cheating?, the ending is very unnecessarily long

Italics are the reader's thoughts

-

"Hey Y/n, don't go lookin at my girlfriend you dyke." Some guy from Sunnyvale says as he wraps his arm around the girl. You roll yours eyes at them and turned back to your drawing.

Being a lesbian in this time was most definitely frowned upon. Especially with a whole bunch of snotty, hateful teenagers in one spot with just as horrible adults.

"Assholes, why cant they just go on with their day and go fuck somewhere." Says Ziggy as she plops right next to you. You slammed the drawing book closed and she looked at you weirdly.

"Aren't you and whats his face messing around?" You tease her. Ziggy rolled her eyes.

"His name is Nick." She says and looked out to see everyone doing their own thing until her eyes fell on her sister, Cindy Berman. Cindy was glaring at her sister and you. "I think my sister has a thing for you." You scoff before looking up at Cindy who immediately look at the ground and walked away quickly.

"Ya right, your sister has been fooling around with that Tom guy, I caught them making out and groping each other once, it was disgusting." You say with a slight angry tone and rolled your eyes at the flash back. Ziggy looked at you and smirked.

"You sound jealous."

"Im not jealous."

"Sure y/n, sure."

Ziggy stood up and walked away leaving you sitting there. You opened the book again and admired it. A picture of Cindy Berman smiling in the cafeteria.

-

You ate the disgusting sandwiches with clearly some expired fruit when a blur of pink shorts passed in front of you. You looked up and saw Cindy smiling at you.

"Uh hey Cindy." You say and amile awkwardly and she chuckled.

"Hey Y/n, I need your help." She says and you nod.

"Shoot."

"Um, they asked me to clean the cafeteria with Alice and Arnie and I was wondering if you wanted to help me?" She asks and you cock your head to the side a little.

"Shouldn't your boyfriend be the one to help you with this?" You ask but she shook her head.

"Uh no, Tommy and me aren't going so well." She says and you sit up straight, quite happy at the news.

Hell ya some time with her with nobody else around, besides Alice and Arnie but they are probably going to be having sex the whole time.

"Sure ok, ill be here." She smiled and grabbed your hand making your body warm up and butterflies fly in your stomach.

"Ok after dinner tonight ok, thank you." She says and runs off, probably to go do some other good deed for this stupid camp.

"Was my sister just over here?" Ziggy asks behind you and you nodded.

"Ya she was asking me to stay tonight after dinner to help her clean this place."

"Whoah you hate cleaning, and all of a sudden she-."

"Ok Ziggy i just want to spend time with her, get to know her." You said and stood up taking your tray with you.

-

You walked to the cafeteria doors and Cindy immediately burst through.

"Y/n glad you could make it, um if you could help me scrub the kitchen and um Alice and Arnie can you both make sure the polls are rid of gum and under the tables." Cindy gives out orders to you all and you immediately start getting nervous.

In the kitchen... alone with the girl you like... what could go wrong?

Cindy had all the cleaning supplies in the kitchen already and she handed you a sponge.

"You bossy you know that right." You say and she huffs.

"A lot of people say that, its true I guess, I just like to feel like i have some control especially with having Ziggy as a sister, she thinks she can get away with everything." She says and starts preparing the mixture if soap and water.

"Oh yes she does." You say and smile at her.

"Oh you would know that since you two are what dating or...?" She asks and you shake your head

"No no just friends, besides I already have my eyes set on someone." You say and dip the sponge in the water and ring it out. Cindy huffs again and dipped her sponge in.

"Who might that be?" She asks nicely even though she's eating jealousy right now. She never thought she would be interested in girls, its frowned upon but when she saw you should couldn't stop thinking about you.

"Not sure i want to say."

"Oh come on, who's the lucky girl to have your eyes on her." She says and winks.

"Not sure she would be lucky." You mumbled.

"Well i know i would be, if you looked at me the way you look at all these girls." She blushed and you looked away feeling your body heat up again.

-

It was quiet between the two of you. You cleaned the kitchen top to bottom, sneaking glances at Cindy as well. You just finished scrubbing the sink when you started hearing loud moans and groans. You and Cindy looked at eachother in shock before bursting out laughing.

"Of course they would go at it, they always are." You say and she nods.

"Its everyday practically."

Your laughter calmed down and looked at her before blurting out a question.

"Have you ever had sex before?" Cindy looked at you with her blue eyes before shaking her head.

"No im waiting, Tommy wants to but not me."

"Oh good for you."

"Ya i guess, have you, ya know?" You laugh and shake your head.

"Well not with a guy." Cindy looked like she wanted to ask a question but looked like she couldn't find the words. You dropped your sponge and leaned on the steel counter to look at her directly.

"Ask Cindy."

"Uh ok, how did you know you liked girls? Like truly liked them." You smiled awkwardly before sighing.

"Lots of girl on girl porn that i bought and watched once my parents went to sleep, and um back at home I made out with a girl and more, who wasn't hateful."

"Wow I've only done one of those things, and im really confused, so part of the reason i brought you here is one i wanted to get to know you better and two i wanted to know if you could help me figure myself out." She played with her hands out of nervousness and you were froze.

She wants me to help her, how? Like kiss her or something... please let it be kissing her, or more.

Cindy noticed you weren't saying anything and immediately started shaking her hands and head.

"But only if you want i don't want to make you uncomfortable asking you this." You shook your head as well.

"No its okay, i just need to know if you really want me to help you."

It was clear you both were nervous, but you swallowed it down and took a few step forward to stand in front of her. Cindy stood up straight and her eyes widened.

"Im going to kiss you, ok?" Cindy nodded and licked her lips. "Okay." You smiled and grabbed her hand and another hand gripped her waist softly. You pulled her in making her gasp. You leaned your head in slowly and so did she. Your lips touched and it deepened.

Her hands went up to your back and pushed into her body hard and you pulled away making her whimper.

"Calm down Cindy." You try to catch your breath when she kisses you again.

"I want more." She breathes out and you looked at her face for any sign that she was joking.

She wasn't.

"Cindy what about Tommy your basically already cheating on him." You say but she smiled and shakes her head.

"I like you and i want to be with you."

Your heart was beating quickly, this was something you wanted but you didn't want a sweet girl like Cindy to get hated on like you.

"I like you too but Cindy i don't want you to get the things said about me said to you."

"It wont matter as long as im with you."

You grabbed her face softly and kissed her. You started pushing her into the counter, leaning over her. Your hands went under her shirt caressing her soft skin and she broke the kiss to kiss down your neck. You moaned when she started sucking softly on your skin.

"Y-you sure you haven't done this before." You say and pull back to take your shirt off. Cindy slowly pulled her shirt off before shying away.

"Don't do that baby your gorgeous." You tell her and started playing with her bra straps. "Can you take your bra off." She nodded and slides the straps off her shoulder and took it off. Her boobs fell perfectly and your mouth dried at the sight.

You wrapped you hands around her waist again and kissed down her neck. You then wrapped your lips around her bud making Cindy gasp at the sensation.

"Oh god that feels s-so good." She moaned out and grabbed your hair. You fondled with her other boob before switching. Cindy wouldn't stop moaning but you didn't care, they were so sweet.

"Want to finish getting underdressed?" You ask her pulling away and she nods quickly, immediately taking of her shoes, socks and shorts leaving her in her panties. You were in the same condition and you smirked.

You grabbed your clothes and spread them everywhere on the ground for later. You knelled down in front of Cindy and grabbed her leg and placed it over your shoulder. You kissed her thighs and one of your hands went to her covered pussy. You dragged you finger across making her jerk and you chuckled.

"Your so wet right now." You say and push her panties to the side and you licked up her slit making her shudder a moan. "And taste so good." With your index finger you teased her entrance making her hips buck up and she groaned in frustration.

"No teasing." She says. "Just push it in, I'll be fine." You licked her pussy and with one hand you started rub her clit as you pushed in a finger. "Oh god."

Your other hand made it way down your body into your panties and you felt around.

"Im so wet baby, thats what your doing to me." Cindy started to push her hips down on you finger and you pulled away but left your finger slowly thrusting inside of her.

"Calm down, you so eager." You say a kiss her lower stomach.

"Stop talking and fucking continue." She demands but a thought runs through your head and pull your finger out of her making her hips buck up to your face at the loss.

"Oh the good girl just cussed, who knew i was the one to get you to do that." You laugh and Cindy glares at you before grabbing your head and pushing it against her pussy. You open you mouth and start devouring her, Cindys grip on your head never faltered as she slowly started falling apart.

"Ke-eep going, i-think i-im going to c-cum." She breathes out and started thrusting her hips back and fourth. You hummed and the vibrations sent her over the edge. Her body jerked and you looked up to her face as she was riding out her high. You licked her up more making her push your head away.

"How do you feel?" You ask her and placed her leg on the ground and her legs wobbled to sit dow.

"I want to treat you now, and don't complain." She says and your eyes widen slightly in question.

"Okay." You say and move to lay down on your back on the clothes. Cindy crawled in between your legs and laid down on her stomach. She seemed unsure of what she was doing so you raised yourself onto your elbows to look at her.

"Hey just lick, slowly maybe suck some and if you want use your-." You immediately flopped down as your felt her tongue lick and flatten on your pussy. Your hands weaved themselves into her hair tugging softly everytime she hit a good spot. "Y-our really g-good at this." Your breathed out just before she started softly sucking. She pulled away and licked her lips

"I watched you." She says and goes right back down. You hips were moving up and down slowly and your breathing picked up. Your stomach tightened and Cindy must have caught on that you were reaching your high because she started teasing you with a finger. Your thighs shook as your orgasam took over.

As you relaxed Cindy maneuvered her self to lay her head on your chest and her body to the side of yours.

"Hey can we... can we, do the thing where the two girl join eachother uh, down there, only if your not to tired." She says and kisses your neck. You immediately sit up and crawl over her, she bends her knees but you shake your head.

"Relax, let me do all the work." You say and grab her right leg and swing it over your hips and push on her left to tell her to straighten it out. You positioned yourself over her and slowly started grinding on her. Cindy tried to gain more friction but as your clits passed along eachother she let you. You started moving your hips back and fourth harder and faster.

The room was filled with your pants and moans. Cindy looked beautiful under you, her hair was splayed out on the floor and her moans were so pretty.

"You look so pretty under me." You say and grab her boob and pinch her buds making her whimper.

You were getting closer to the end. Cindy started moving her hips to match with you and she came. You felt her throbbing and your shut your eyes tightly as your high took over you once again. You opened your eyes and looked at Cindy in her bliss. You smashed you lips against hers and untangled your legs.

"How was it?" You asked and went to your side to look at her.

"Im breaking up with Tommy and im going to be with you." She says and lifted her head to peck your lips. You grabbed your clothes and grabbed Cindys and handed it to her.

"Thanks." She mumbled and slid her bra and shirt on. Once you were dressed there wad some awkwardness in the air. You grab her hand and break the silence.

"I think i should do this properly, Cindy Berman will you be my girlfriend?" You ask.

She has to say yes, i mean i just had a sex with her.

"Yes, yes I'll be your girlfriend." She says and you smile, bring your hands up to her face and kissed her.

"Ill break up with Tommy the second i see him tomorrow." You nod happily.

Ya fuck you Tom

She put her hands on your hips and you licked her lips and she opened her mouth slightly enough to shove your tongue in your mouth.

You made out for a few minutes pulling away everytime you needed air when you heard some laughing.

"Cindy, didn't know you liked girls now." Says a feminine voice behind you. You pull away to see Alice and Arnie smirking and sharing a cigarette.

"What are you two doing?" You ask and they laugh.

"We were going to go but we heard some moans, and find you two lip locking." Says Arnie.

"Don't say shit please." Says Cindy and they look at her in shock.

"Oh she's cussing too." They tease, and you both roll your eyes. "Ok we wont but you cant ask us to do anything else for you Berman." Says Alice and Cindy huffs.

"Fine, but if you get in trouble don't go looking for me for help." You laughed behind Cindy and the other two glared at you.

"Such a badass."

A/n- i hope you like it:)) spacing may be a little weird i wrote this on wattpad

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

tommy x a whole ass stoner who’s close w alice and arnies gang 👀

I saw this request and it has been BUBBLING in my brain ever since so here you go :)) I’m doing this as a fic so I hope you enjoy :)

Give Him a Chance (Tommy Slater x Reader)

Warnings: drug use, drinking mention, Alice and Arnie are canon-compliantly mean-ish, Arnie and Alice mess with Tommy, implied Alice x Arnie, Cindy and Tommy are just friends in this fic, discussions of sex, kissing described, slight nsfw implied at the end

Word Count: 2.2k

"I'm sorry, what?" You closed your eyes at the sound of Alice's voice. Okay, yeah. This was about the reaction you expected. You hadn't really expected her to be understanding, but your stomach sank when Arnie said,

"Did you fall on your head or something?" Arnie asked from the couch, a cowboy hat on his head. He was rolling all of you a joint, and you rolled your eyes.

"No, asshole. He's nice-" You had exactly what you were going to say planned out. A little speech, a case for him, that you'd practiced it over and over in your mind. It was perfect, and you were sure it would convince them to give him a chance. Well, if they actually let you say it.

"He's Tommy Slater." Alice cut in, and you sighed. She was looking over at Arnie, as if you had completely gone insane. You rubbed your forehead and closed your eyes. You didn’t even know why you tried. “He’s straight-edged-straight-A’s-golden-virgin-boy, Tommy fucking Slater.” God, and to really think you thought you had a chance. You opened your eyes and pulled your hand from your face.

“I know.” You said quietly, and you did. They could hear it in your voice, see it in how you nodded. If someone had told you at the beginning of the summer that you’d end up dating Tommy Slater, you would’ve asked for some of whatever they were on. You gestured as you talked, one hand on your hip. “But, he’s nice, and he’s tall, and he’s really sweet-” Again, Alice was barely letting you get a word in.

“Well, what- what do you and Tommy Slater have in common?” She said, making a big gesture from her hands. Her voice was loud, so loud that you were almost positive that they weren’t going to be the only ones that knew by tomorrow morning. To think you’d done so much to keep your budding relationship quiet. You hadn’t wanted anyone butting in, anyone trying to convince you otherwise. You’d only been dating for a few weeks, but, when Tommy finally asked you to be official, he’d also asked you if you wanted to start telling people. And you did! You’d rather your friends hear it from you before the rumor mill got ahold of the information. But, the only issue was this. How they’d react. At least you were sure that Cindy Berman probably wasn’t reacting much better. “I mean, what do you two even talk about?” She yelled, and Arnie, ever helpful, jumped in with,

“Maybe they don’t do a lot of talking.” He said, a growing grin on his face as he looked at you. He hid it behind a beer can when you gave him a glare. You pointed at him, and squeezed your hand while making a face. Sarcastically, you said,

“Thank you, Arnie. You are so helpful.” And he raised his hands in surrender. But, it was too late. The idea was in Alice’s mind, and now you were going to have to suffer for it. She pointed at you with both hands, a laugh creeping up her throat and her eyes wide.

“Oh ho ho-” She started. She looked like a kid on Christmas morning.

“Alice.” You tried to interrupt. You were trying to get this conversation back on track. The whole point was that you wanted to finally tell them so they could get to know him. But, Alice was laughing, and, quickly, she asked,

“Have you?” And you let out a scoff and rolled your eyes. You couldn’t believe this was how this night was going. You wondered if Tommy was having better luck with his friends. “You have? You haven’t.” Her voice went from excited to questioning. Before you could answer, she held out her hands and said, “I mean, if you have, then maybe I can understand-”

“Alice!” You yelled. You did not want to talk about your sex life right now. Especially, when things were not going the way you’d hoped they would. “Can you just sit down and listen?” You asked, your voice serious. They both quieted down, even if Alice made a face at your tone. She muttered something about Slater getting to you, but she flopped onto the couch nonetheless. You sighed as Arnie held out the joint for you. You took a hit, before you passed it to Alice. Finally, you started, “I know Tommy isn’t exactly the type of guy we usually hang out with, but he’s really nice and I really like him. So, can you just give him a chance? Try to get to know him?” You asked, and you looked between two of your closest friends. They glanced at eachother, as if they were considering it, before Alice leaned forward.

“Alright, but only if you answer one question.” She said, lifting up a single finger. You lifted your brows, silently telling her to shoot. With a smile on her face, she asked, “How big is he?” And you nearly threw Arnie’s football at her. 

***

You and Tommy were walking towards the lake. Usually, the two of you would meet up to have dates in the woods across the field from the Sarah Fier tree. You’d do some hiking, set up your blanket, and then eat and talk about whatever came to mind. Sometimes you’d even smoke and explore, holding Tommy’s hand all the while. Well, you would smoke. Or, Tommy would sneak into your cabin late at night when Alice was over at Arnies. You’d listen to music and cuddle on your bed, his warmth chasing away the night chill. Maybe you’d even makeout a bit, both of you jumping at even the slightest noise. But, now that the secret was out, you thought maybe you’d picnic by the lake instead.

What you hadn’t thought about was who might decide to join you.

“Rah!” Alice said, jumping out from behind a tree and scaring the shit out of both of you. She was quick to laugh, with Arnie joining her a moment later, and Tommy was even quicker to say,

“Jesus!” While you reached out to swat at her arm. You glared at her while you said,

“Shit, Alice! What the hell?” And the other couple giggled and pointed at you. Finally, Alice said, 

“Oh, c’mon. Lighten up.” Before she looked down at the basket in Tommy’s hand, and then the blanket in yours. “Where’re you guys headed?” She asked, and Arnie wrapped an arm around Alice’s shoulder. You looked at your boyfriend, and you already knew what was going to happen the second he said,

“Uh, we were gonna have lunch by the lake.” And Alice turned to lightly slap Arnie in the chest. 

“Lunch by the lake.” She repeated, and Arnie was quick to do the same,

“Hm, lunch by the lake.” He said, rubbing his chin. You arched a brow, not appreciative of the way they half-mocked your boyfriend. Still, you could practically see the wheels turning in their heads.

“Well, we’ll join you. Double date.” Alice said, slipping her hands into her pockets and grinning as she looked between the both of you. Part of you wanted to tell her to fuck off, the part that thought they were gonna spend the entire time making fun of him and eat all your food, but the other part thought that maybe...Maybe this was them trying to give him a chance. “But only if that’s okay with you guys.” Alice said, and her tone and the look both of them gave Tommy was making you lean towards the former. But, well, Tommy was just too nice.

“Oh, no, that’s,” Tommy looked down at the basket, at you, and then at them. “That’s fine. Y’know, I can go grab a couple more sandwiches and-” Tommy was quick to point back towards the main cabins, and Arnie was quick to offer,

“I’ll go with you.” And then it was settled. Tommy nodded at him, saying,

“Alright, great.” Before his gaze shifted back to you. You gave him what you hoped was an encouraging smile, and his voice was softer as he said, “It’ll just take a sec. You guys can find a spot.” And the way he spoke to you made you smile. It was almost as though he had forgotten that these were your friends. He leaned in to peck your cheek, and then he was dropping your hand to head over with Arnie to the kitchens. You watched them for a moment as they walked off, and, when you looked back at Alice, she said,

“Aw, he kissed your cheek.” As she reached out to try to pinch yours as well. You laughed and bat her hands away, before you shook your head and said,

“Way to invite yourselves.” You commented, knocking your shoulder against hers. She laughed and returned the action, and said,

“What, you were the one that said you wanted us to get to know him.” And she slung her arm around your shoulder as the pair of you went to pick a place to have your lunch.

***

When Tommy and Arnie came back and neither of them particularly looked pissed off, you thought it was a success. Arnie had even given Tommy a pat on the back, and the redhead had given him a shake of his head and, besides the wide eyed look he’d given you for a second, everything seemed peachy. You arched a brow at Alice, wondering what those two had talked about. She shrugged, and neither of you asked when they returned. 

It was only later that you’d thought to bring it up. You were laying in bed on your back, while Tommy laid on his side. Alice was over at Arnies cabin, so Tommy was in yours. You smiled at him, drawing shapes on his arm. Lunch had gone well. The four of you had joked, laughed, and ate. And both of your friends seemed to be giving your boyfriend the benefit of the doubt. When the four of you cleaned up, you’d even whispered and asked Alice,

“Well?” And she’d given you a shrug and sigh before she said,

“Okay, maybe he’s not terrible.” And you hadn’t been able to stop the happiness blooming in your chest. She liked him. You’d given her a nudge, but you didn’t even need her to say it. You knew that she liked him.

It’d put you on cloud nine for the rest of the day, and you’d only soared higher with a little bit of herbal help. And with a few slow kisses from Tommy. You pulled back, rubbing your nose against his, before you asked,

“So, what- What did you and Arnie talk about?” And Tommy let out a soft, surprised laugh at the question. 

“Is that what you were thinking about?” He asked, and you let out a scoff that turned into a laugh. Okay, yeah. Maybe it was a little out of the blue. Still, you were curious. You poked him, saying,

“Yeah. Well?” And you watched as Tommy readjusted how he laid, propping his head up with his hand. He smiled for a moment, letting out another soft laugh, before he said,

“Well, Arnie gave me, like-” He paused for a moment, looking away at your headboard behind you. As if he was trying to think of how to phrase it. “Advice?” He tried, and you let out a shocked laugh. Advice? From Arnie? Oh God, you thought.

“What?” You asked, a laugh in your voice. “What did he say?” You pestered, and you watched as your boyfriend began to turn red. Your eyes widened as you watched him start to wave a hand between you, as if he was trying to wave the topic away. “No! What did he say? Tell me, tell me!” You begged, pushing him back so you could start to climb on top of him and properly pester him. Your mind was going rampant with what he could’ve possibly said. He held your shoulder, stopping you as he quickly broke.

“Alright, alright.” A laugh escaped him. “He, like, gave me very graphic instructions of different,” He paused again, searching for the correct word. “Techniques?” And you couldn’t help but laugh. Oh god, you thought.

“Arnie gave you the talk?” You nearly squeaked, and Tommy was quick to cover his face in embarrassment. “Aw, Tommy. I’m so sorry.” You said, trying to do your best not to laugh, but he was quick to just wave your efforts away. From the look on his face, you could tell he thought it was funny too.

“It’s fine, it’s fine. And, I think he was just messing with me with some of the stuff? Either way,” He waved a hand between you. “Some of the stuff seemed kind of useful.” He said, and you hummed in response. You lifted your eyebrows at the flirting comment and reached to brush a hand over his cheek, before moving to brush some of his hair from his face.

“Oh, yeah? When do you plan on using it?” You flirted back, a smile creeping up your face. He shrugged nonchalantly, a smile growing on his own. You let of a gust of a laugh, and gently pulled him in for a kiss.

[sadbi-hours]

Title: hope in my bones; rock-'n'-roll on my phone [Winter, Spring, Summer, and Fall]

Rating: R

Pairing(s): Nick Goode/Ziggy Berman, Cindy Berman/Tommy Slater, and Alice Hart/Tommy Slater/Cindy Berman

A/N: I love both of The Last of Us video games, played them multiple times...and I would love to pay an aesthetic homage to them through my writing. I hope to someday be able to do so, without being exhausted by the world building involved. We'll see what happens...

Image Credits: Banner made by me with the help of PicsArt and Google Images

Created for :

@anyfandomgoesbingo: Custom Card- Zicky Ship Bing: B3- Dystopian AU

@anyfandomdarkbingo: N4- Dystopian AU

@anyfandomaubingo: G5-Zombie Apocalypse

@fandombingo: B4-Apocalypse AU

@mfbingo: I1-Dark

Description:

Two counties in Ohio, Sunnyvale and Shadyside; quarantined off from the rest of society after a natural disaster.

That was in 1978. Now, sixteen years later, the entirety of structured civilization is gone—and all that's left is a smattering of survivors left to find their way around a new world order.

Nick:

Civilization came to an end on a summer night on July 19th; all because Nick Goode wouldn't write a name on the wall and reignite the Goode family's pact with the devil.

He ends the town curse, all for some unrequited crush on a Shadysider. Except it's not so unrequited as he thought...

Ziggy Berman likes him, as much as Nick Goode likes her. But the devil is a petty bitch, and no Goode is meant to have a happily ever-after... and Nick, he especially isn't meant to have Ziggy's love.

Because no matter how hard he's tried to escape it, Nick Goode had a destiny. He was to become sheriff; it was always written in the cards for him, somehow to continue on his father's legency.

But with 1994 nearing an end, and with the dead walking around and infecting people—and the town's growing desolation on both sides of the coin.

He's slowly becoming the one and only enforcing the law, followed by a small group of volunteer deputies, who help keep what's left of Sunnyvale and Shadyside population in check—and alive.

Ziggy:

She never thought she'd get out of Shadyside. It seemed more likely that a bus 'd hit her on her way out, then it was escaping towards something better.

She thought the curse of Shadyside would kill her, not the walking dead.

But then, Nick Goode had wished her back to life... and promptly abandoned her soon after.

And now, sixteen years have passed and she can't die. Not by the dead walking around looking to eat anything with a heartbeat, not an illness or a shot to the head can keep her down long.

Ziggy's died so many times, only to come back to life for her to remember the exact count. She's still cursed, but no longer for being born on the wrong side of the tracks. She's cursed by her first love, to live forever in the devil's playground.

It's almost enough to make her loathe him, and on some level she does... but she can admit, even if only to herself, that some day's she misses seeing Nick Goode smile at her.

Alice:

"We all have our ways of dealing with living in Shadyside."

She had once said that...and had meant it then, wholeheartedly. But how do you find a way to deal with the whole world gone to shit? No escape for somewhere better?

Does she keep cutting herself? Fuck no, that just attracts those fucking walking demons on your ass... and she's not looking to be one of those fuckers happy meal.

Does she keep on partying, having meaningless sex, and taking mindless drugs? No, because even if those things still existed for her to do and take part in, she's got a sixteen-year-old son to take care of... and she'd rather die, then be the kind of the parent her's had been to him.

So, how do you survive in this new and messed up way of life? She honestly doesn't know the answer, she just keeps trucking on... and hoping for something better. For something more...

Cindy & Tommy:

Nothing was ever going to keep Cindy Berman stuck in Shadyside, not Tommy or Alice. Not even her sister, Ziggy. She was escaping the Curse of Shadyside no matter what it took for her to do so.

But then the dead didn't stay dead. Instead, they got up and ate people... and Cindy knew in that moment she was never leaving Shadyside behind, unless it was with her life.

And she was right. Her last breath saved her from ever having to go back to Shadyside again.

Until some preppy Sunnyvaler with a crush on her sister, brought her back to life and stuck her forever in the one place she's only ever wanted to escape from, never to die. Immune to death. Her sister might have trouble hating him for dooming them to hell, but Cindy has no quarrels, wanting to burn the asshole alive.

Sheriff Nick Goode, the one and only true law around their crumbling hometown. Keeping law and order; what a crock. Nick has only ever been out for what he's wanted, like any other Goode throughout the generations.

Only this Goode has ended the world--and he's also the only one who can help her stop the apocalypse...and end the Berman Sister's curse.

Fucking Nick Goode. She wished she'd put her axe through his head a long time ago...

[pixla]

Love letter

Tommy Slater x nb!reader

Summary: you find an anonymous love letter and assume it’s from Kurt

Word count: 1.4K

Warnings: confession, fluff, kissing, (light) drug use, very undedited (tell me if there’s anymore)

(Btw cindy and Tommy are not and have not dated in this au)

You look down at the cream envelope in your hands. You had found it tucked under your pillow after returning from the mess hall for dinner.

You smile giddily to yourself, tearing open the seal of the envelope carefully. Your mind flutters with the image of a familiar face as you read the words that were written about you.

Alice walked over to your bunk leaning over the piece of paper you held on your hands. She scoffed, sitting beside you, causing the bed to creak. “Is that a fucking love letter?! Who the fuck still writes love letters over the age of Twelve?!”

“Hey!” You ellbow her in the side to shut her up. “I actually find it quite sweet.”

“Shut up and read it all ready! I wanna know what this little stalker you have has to say about you.” Alice whined.

You began.

“I don’t really know how to start this letter but I really need to get this off my chest. Y/N, you are so fucking perfect. I remember the first time you introduced yourself to me. I think about the way you looked at me that day. The way your-“

“blah blah blah.” Alice interrupted. “This is surprisingly really fucking boring, just get to the good shit!”

You groaned. “If you feel the same way, you’ll know who this is from.”

“Ooooooo.” Alice whistled. “Wellllll, who do you think it is?!”

You stared at her with a particular look that set off a switch in her brain as it finally clicked. “KURT?! Shit! I mean it makes sense..”

“There’s nobody else it could be, right? I always catch him staring and he’ll take any opportunity to talk to me so I guess it has to be him.” You hypothesise.

“Well, what are you gonna do about it, you gonna try and get in his pants?” Alice half jokes, raising her eyebrow at you.

“I don’t know, I always thought he was kind of a dick but this letter, this letter is different.”

“Welp, whatever you think.” Alice said, shrugging her shoulders, not judging you at all.

—

You awoke to the feeling of someone’s hand on your shoulder, shaking you. You jump slightly only to realise it was Alice, of course it was Alice. “Wake up sleepy head, you’re gonna miss the most important meal of the day!” She said sarcastically.

Pulling your body from the bed, you sat there arching your back, cracking it as you yawned. “Fuck I feel like slept for the entire summer.”

“You practically did, I thought you were dead it was so hard to wake you up.”

You both chuckle as you quickly slip into a pair denim shorts, paring it with the white tank you were already wearing.

“Sooo.” Alice began as you both walked in the direction of the mess haul. “About this ‘Kurt’ guy.”

You sighed, rubbing your temples as you had completely forgotten about the whole secret admirer situation. “Idk, I guess I’ll just confront him?”

“What no way,” she snickered, “you’ve gotta be subtle. Flirt! Play with your hair like in the movies even!”

Walking into the haul, Arnie immediately walks up to the both of you, swinging his arm around Alice. “Soo, Y/N I’ve heard about this mystery lover boy of yours hmmm..”

You roll your eyes at Alice who’s wearing a guilty grin over the fact that she’s basically already told half of the camp.

“Y’know, I think it might be Gary.” Arnie says with zero sarcasm.

After grabbing breakfast, you follow Alice and Arnie over to a table situated on the right, in the back of the haul where Cindy Berman, Tommy Slater, Joan and Gary sit.

You sit yourself down next to Tommy smiling at him before dropping your food tray on the table next to his. He looks at you, “so um, Y/N, any uh le- I mean-“ He stumbles over his words slightly running his fingers through his hair.

You look over at Alice immediately. “Really, him too?”

She raises her hands. “Uh! No actually!”

You look at Tommy confused, about to question him before Arnie raises his hand in defeat. “No, um that was me actually.” You sigh, somehow not surprised. Everyone laughs including Joan despite her probably being too high to even know what was going on.

—

You sat on the edge of your bed contemplating to yourself. “Okay, fuck it! Tonight I’m gonna make my move on kurt.

“Got fucking finally.” Alice groans, jumping onto her bed, sighing.

“You know tonight at the bonfire, I’m just gonna go over to him and just tell him how I feel!” You say standing up in revelation.

“Well better get yourself all dolled up and pretty for little old kurt, the suns already starting to fall.” Alice smirks.

—

Strutting from your cabin, you feel like a whole new person, confident and ready to finally confront your feelings.

You look around as you near the bonfire, looking for kurt. You spot him in a large group of people, typical for someone as popular as him.

You walk in Kurt’s direction, looking at him as he laughs and jokes with his circle of friends as he takes sips from the coke can he’s holding. “Hey kurt.” He turns to you. “Oh hey Y/N…um what you up to?” He laughs awkwardly. You brush a loose strand of hair from your face. “So I got your letter… I thought what you wrote was super, like super sweet and I think I feel the same way.”

He laughs confused looking back at his friends, signalling to them that he’ll only be a second. “yeah I don’t know about any letter.” Your face drops as he looks at you as though you're insane. “But like if you're looking to y’know I could probably free up my schedule I don’t know, um maybe tomorrow?”

Your face drops. “Yeah…nevermind...” You U turn in the opposite direction as Kurt shrugs your strange behaviour off, redirecting his attention back to his friends.

You walk back to Alice and your group of friends with fear shining bright in your eyes. You grap Alice’s shoulder pulling her out of her conversation with Arnie and Joan.

“Yo what’s wrong?!” She questions as you pull her away. “Wrong. Fucking. Guy.”

“Wait so it’s not Kurt? Then who the fuck is it?” She asks just as confused as you.

You ponder for a second and then it hits you. Tommy. Fucking. Slater. “Where’s Tommy?” You ask Alice hastily, grabbing her shoulder again.

“Um I don’t know, he said he was going to the outhouse, why do you need to know anyways?!” Alice stood there stunned as you ran off before you answer any of her questions.

How could you possibly be so stupid. It was always him. It was so obvious. Out of anyone it was always him who would come to your aid, to help you when you got stuck with cleaning the mess haul or outhouse. Or when you seemed down, he would always be the first after Alice to ask what was wrong.

Running as fast as you could, you prayed that he’d forgive you. Your mind was occupied when you failed to notice a pothole that hooked your foot causing you to tumble to the ground. “Fuck!” You look down at your now muddied hands.

“Hey are you okay?” You look up.

“Tommy?”

He smiles, holding a hand out to you, helping lift your weight. “I’m so, so sorry Tommy. I should’ve known it was you but I was too stupid to realise.” You begged, praying he wouldn’t hate you.

“Hey, hey don’t say that about yourself. This was all my fault, I shouldn’t of left you that cryptic note like I pussy, I should’ve just told you.” He looked at you. “I hope you can forgive me.”

You reached your hand up, grabbing the collar of his shirt, pulling him in. Breaking the distance, you brought your lips together in a kiss. “I really like you Tommy.” You say softly between kisses. He snakes his arm around you waist pulling you in closer, “you are so perfect.”

[sweetwithsomextraspice]

Goody Two Shoes || Alice Hart

Show/Movie: Fear Street 78’

Alice Hart x masc!reader

Song: Yellow-Coldplay

Summary: Alice and y/n have had feelings for each other for a while. However, Alice is a ShadySider and you live in the SunnyVale area. You only see each other during summer camp when you both are counseling together. Finally, you two get alone so you see what happens next.

Warning: Fluff (no smut this time)

The sound of children laughing everywhere cause serotonin to run through your body. The gleeful smile that appeared on your face from watching the children happily play always made you feel better. You watched as Kurt walked up to you. “Hey, y/n.” He said with a smile. His placed his hands on his hips and let out a rough exhale. “These kids are something else.” He said with a joking smile.

“Hey Kurt,” you replied before laughing to his comment. “They always are but they make me smile each time.” You ran your fingers through your hair. You looked over to see Cindy Berman with Tommy Slater and their hot best friend Alice Hart with them.

You watched the white haired girl as she walked with the group. Kurt had noticed you spacing out so he tried to grab your attention again. “I’m gonna need you to monitor color guard until I get done with some business.” He looked away anxiously.

You laughed a bit, “business with your girlfriend, Joan?” You said sarcastically, trying to tease him. He looked back up, his cheeks were really red and puffed out. He was obviously embarrassed.

“Pfft! No!” He spat out but didn’t make eye contact with you until he was done talking. “She’s not my girlfriend!” He scoffed.

You saw as a little girl walked up to the both of you, “Mr. Kurt?” Her tender voice spoke. Kurt looked down at her. She was a SunnyVale kid, she had a oversized red shirt that said ‘SunnyVale’ in all caps on it.

“What is it, Celia?” He asked in a soft voice, bending down. He put his hands on his knees.

“Can you get a ball for me to play with?” She asked with eyes that pleaded him to do so. He nodded his head.

“Sure, let’s go.” He pat the girl’s shoulder. She ran off, he then turned to face you. “I’ll be back, Y/N.” He then walked after the girl to get her something to play with. As you watched them both walk off to the mess hall, you heard a voice call out to you.

“Y/N!” The deep feminine voice called out to you. You quickly turned your head to see Alice walking over to you. She had her ShadySide shirt tucked into her shorts. You watched as she strutted over to you. Your face turned red as you watched her walk over, growing nervous.

“Hello, Hart.” You said with a pleased smile on your face, trying to hide the nervousness you felt. She had a bright beautiful smile with smudged makeup. The strong scent of weed came from off her clothes. “Jeez, how much did you smoke?” You asked in a disgusted tone.

She looked down at her shirt, “this is usually the shirt I wear when I do smoke, but I had to wear it today. That means that I have smoked about one joint today.” She turned back to me with a smirk on her face. “You want some?” She leaned in a bit.

You looked down at the girl with your arms crossed. “Heck no. Unlike you, I care about my job.” She seemed disappointed by the response. She huffed and leaned away. You tilted your head then started laughing. “How come you came over here?”

She looked back up at me, slightly swaying. “Well I finally got a chance to get you alone without Kurt. I just wanted to say you look cute in that little red shirt.” She looked down then back up at you. “Just thought you should know. The girls won’t get their eyes off of you.” She then wiggled her fingers. “That’s it, bye!” She walked off back to her friends.

You sat there, your cheeks almost the same color as your shirt. You flattened your shirt out and turned away, you walked off to the mess hall to find out where Kurt was.

You couldn’t find where he was so you finally gave up. You found Sheila with the Goode’s youngest brother, Will Goode, they were being all lovey dovey. They weren’t the kids you were counseling so you shrugged it off and kind of just walked off back to the kids you were monitoring. Nick was temporarily watching them while you were gone. This was Nick’s first year as a counselor and he was doing pretty well. Like how Alice said girls’ eyes were locked on you, Nick also had a lot of girls crush on him. He saw you walking over so he waved.

“Hey y/n, they’re pretty good. You must be a great counselor.” He awkwardly complimented you. You smiled and nodded their head.

“Learned a thing or two from your brother. I think you’ll follow just in his footsteps.” You tried to compliment him back. “Speaking of your brother, you should check on the youngest one. He’s getting pretty intimate with Sheila back there.” You warned him.

He was a bit embarrassed over the fact that Will was always making his public affection for Shelia too much for younger kids. “Thanks, Y/N!” He quickly ran off. You watched as he did so, you noticed the time and saw Kurt walk over to the group with a big red flag.

“You guys ready for color war!” He yelled. The kids all screamed and jumped up and down. The competition was between ShadySide and SunnyVale and SunnyVale won every year, it was a ruling tradition for them. You watched as Kurt hyped up the kids then sent them off.

After a while, you grew a bit bored so you sat down behind a cabin. Suddenly you heard footsteps approach you, you turned to see Alice’s figure. “Hey bud.” She smiled a bit. You smiled softly at her.

“Hey, Hart.” You ran your fingers through your hair again. You watched as the girl sat down next to you, she leaned her head back against the wooden cabin. She looked over at you, the bored expression on it obvious she was not into the color guard game. “What’s going on with you?” You ask with a chuckle.

She scoot a bit closer to you, “well.” You notice her movements and felt your heart race a million miles faster than before. You look up at her again as she continued talking. “Cindy and Tommy are actually watching the game, Joan isn’t anywhere to be found along with Kurt. I bet they’re fucking.” She cackled.

You looked over at her, “language!” You slapped her arm playfully. You felt yourself let out small laughs, her laugh was really contagious so you couldn’t help but laugh as well.

“What? You act like you don’t swear!” She punched my arm in response. You did say a few words that weren’t appropriate for camp but that was only to your friends. Other than that, you were a complete Goody Two Shoes and she teased you about it constantly. This time she didn’t make the comment, instead she grew quiet. You looked over at the silent girl, she was never quiet. Something felt off.

“Seriously though, are you alright?” You asked in a calm manner in order to gain her trust. You didn’t want her to be pressured into spilling why she’s so upset but you still wanted her to tell you. She looked over at you and smiled softly.

“I don’t know, just being with you during a time like this. It’s just…amazing you know?” She looked over. “I know we don’t speak much and honestly we really can’t. I’m from ShadySide and you’re from SunnyVale, it’s kind of forbidden.” She laughed a bit, you looked away knowing how she was right. Finally you looked back at the girl and she looked at you. Your eyes locking together. “I just can’t get the image of you out of my mind!” The shock then appeared on your face. You were speechless, you couldn’t tell if she was prank you or if she was high. Whatever it was, you wanted to know more. “Y/N, I think i’m in love with you. Im scared of the thought of losing you.” She looked away again.

“Alice..” you finally said her name for the first time in a while. She turned her head over to you, the tears streaming down her face. You leaned in and planted a kiss on her lips. Just a quick, soft one. You pulled away, “you aren’t going to lose me. You never will lose me. I could care less what people think about a ShadySide and a SunnyVale couple. I just care about you and me.” You turned your body to hers, placing your hands in her cheeks. You wiped her salty tears off her wet cheeks with your thumb pads. A smile on Alice’s face broke out as she leaned in to kiss you again.

Your eyes shut as you felt the girl’s soft lips. The taste of weed and strawberry chapstick lingered on her lips. You pulled away and leaned your foreheads against the others.

You looked into her eyes, both of you smiling sheepishly. You both were a blushing mess but neither of you would confess it. She was supposed to be a tough girl and you were supposed to be the goody two shoes everyone loves but what if the lines blurred.

Finally Alice spoke after the long period of silence, “I just want to say how hot you are.” She laughed.

“I was planning on saying the same thing.” You laughed as well.

“I’m glad I got to kiss you, but if you say a word that I kissed you, goody two shoes. I’ll kill you.” She spoke lightheartedly. “Bye bye.” She kissed your cheek and walked away. You were left confused but butterflies still swarmed in your stomach and you were left with your heart pounding in your chest. Whatever affect she put on you, you liked it. You liked her. All of her.

[cindymustdie]

It`s not love, it`s devotion

Cindy Berman x reader

Summary: Cindy, Alice and you used to be best friends but when Cindy changes her attitude you part ways. What happens when the summer comes and everything changes?

Warning: horror stuff.

Hey! i`m Piper, a new writer for Fear Street and this is my first one-shot! I hope y’all enjoy this. Feedback is always appreciated.

It didn’t use to be like that.

It used to be Alice, Cindy and you.

It all changed when Cindy became a stuck-up and when she ratted out Alice. The three of you used to be inseparable but since Cindy betrayed Alice you had to pick a side. You picked none, you couldn`t pick between your two best friends. Now you were alone, walking through the halls of the school by yourself became much more intimidating. Being the weird quiet kid who everybody picked on became your thing.  What was more painful was watching Tommy and Cindy walking hand in hand like a perfect couple, why did it bother you so much? Maybe it was because Cindy pretended to be someone who she wasn’t.  

Now it was summer and everyone was at the Nightwing camp. You recalled this while watching the two of them kiss and Ziggy, who was beside you, made a puking face but you? You stared longer than necessary. Cindy`s lips look so soft..what the fuck am I thinking, you shook your head to get rid of the thought but you couldn`t. You thought about her all day, now you were on your cabin, alone again, sitting on the bed ruffling through your bag to find a flashlight. You needed fresh air to be honest.  

Walking through the woods always seemed to calm you down, the silence and the sounds of nature dripping inside your ears were wholesome. You felt like nature and you were one. You remembered when Cindy and you were kids you two had an ant farm. That’s the Cindy you loved, the one who wasn`t afraid to get her hands dirty. The Cindy you missed. Suddenly the sound of leaves ruffling startled you.

“Who’s there?” You spoke loudly, with your flashlight pointing to the tree in front of you. You walked slowly. “Who’s there?” You repeated raising more your voice.  

Feeling a cold hand perch on your shoulder and a someone heavy breathing on the back of your neck, you wanted to turn around but it was like a paralysis. You couldn’t move your body.

“See what the devil made him do.” They whispered next to your ear.  

You blinked and everything was gone.  

“Are you okay?” Joan and Tommy repeated in unison coming out of the tree in front of you. Weirdly, they were fixing their clothes.  

“Did you guys hear that?”  

“What are you talking about, ruby-two-shoes?” Joan replied your question with another question. Oh, and your nickname. They called you ruby-two-shoes because you looked like your older cousin, Ruby Lane but you were the “sane one.” Fuckers, they always found a way to make you remember your family tragedy. “Gonna go cuco like your cousin?”  

You tensed your jaw at the stupid question, you were so done with their mocking attitude.  

“You know what? Yeah.” You said embodying your flashlight and hitting Joan on the head. It wasn’t strong enough to knock her out because she punched you straight on the face. Making you fall backwards almost hitting your head. You saw everything black.  

“What the fuck, Joan?”  Asked Tommy squatting next to you. “You hit her hard, Cindy is gonna kill me.”  

“Well, I'm sorry she hit me first.” She said throwing a tantrum because her head was throbbing. “Besides she almost discovers us.”  

What they didn`t know is that`s the last thing you heard. Joan and Tommy were having an adventure behind Cindy`s back.  

When you wake up you were on Nurse Lane`s cabin, your head was pounding and it hurt so much. You were expecting somebody else to be there but to your surprise Cindy was there.

“What are you doing here?” You asked with a bad tone trying to sit straight.  

“Hey that`s no way to treat a friend, tick.” Cindy replied with a smile, she said your childhood nickname hoping to make you smile too. But you didn`t, you were still mad at her. How could you not? She fucked your friendship.  

You remain silent, there was so much the two of you wanted to say.  

“I`m so...” You both spoke at unison.  

“You go first.” You told her, putting your hand on your wounded head.  

“I`m sorry, okay? I know I messed it up and you know everything that happened to me and my family. Everything is a mess, I'm a mess and maybe I wanted to play it safe. Wanted to leave it all behind but I left you behind. You were my best friend, I'm sorry.” Cindy said in a rush, lowering her head. She didn`t want that you see her cry. It truly broke your heart seeing her so vulnerable. So fragile. You held her hand and when she felt your touch on her Cindy looked up.  

“It's o-” Before you could accept her apology the both of you heard a scream. Cindy stood up with clear panic in her face.  

A scared Arnie entered the infirmary closing the door behind him.  

“What happened?”  

“H-he k-killed Alice.” Arnie hiccupped.  

Yours and Cindy`s eyes went big at the statement.  

“W-who?” You dared to ask stammering.  

“To-…!” Arnie`s words were cut off in two when Tommy appeared behind him decapitating him with an ax.  

Cindy grabbed your hand and started running towards the back door. You could barely walk but it was life or death now. You two didn’t stop running until you got to the bathroom locking both of the doors (the backdoor and the front door.)

You two hid on one of the stalls, Cindy putting her hand on your mouth. Screams were heard all over the woods, you couldn't believe what was happening. Why would Tommy act this way? Cindy`s eyes were filled with tears and you grabbed her hand, caressing her knuckles to calm her down.  

“Everything is going to pass.” You mouthed looking into her beautiful green eyes. Her eyes filled with more tears. Both of you knew that it wouldn`t be long till Tommy found you.  

“If we are going to die, I have to tell you something.” Cindy whispered. “I have been scared all my life to be who I'm but with you, tick. I`m not scared, maybe it's too late, maybe we won`t live...but you make me feel sane in this shitty world.”

Fuck it, you thought, gabbing her face and smashing your lips to her. Cindy gasped at the warm sensation of your lips moving slowly against hers. Kissing her felt like cotton candy melting on your mouth, soft and sugary. She grabbed your waist pulling you closer to her. Chest against chest, both of you heavy breathing. Cindy was kissing you with need, with love no scratch that with devotion. And after all Cindy`s lips were soft.  

[elizabeth-mitchells]

three guesses - Alice/Cindy - Fear Street

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Fear Street Trilogy (TV) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alice/Cindy Berman (Fear Street) Characters: Alice (Fear Street Part 2: 1978), Cindy Berman (Fear Street) Additional Tags: Pre-Canon, Best Friends, Childhood Friends, Friends to Lovers, First Love, First Kiss, Lesbian Cindy Berman (Fear Street), Fluff, it's basically fluff with humor character study foreshadowing and idk they're just cute Words: 1,845

The two of them were only friends and would always be and Alice was perfectly fine with that… sometimes.

or

Alice and Cindy are best friends and have always been. Alice and Cindy are also hopelessly in love with each other, even if they don't know it yet. Then... their first kiss happens.

Alice was used to thinking a lot about Cindy Berman. It started when they were just little kids. Alice had been of the misguided belief that bothering somebody was a reasonable way to show your appreciation for them. So, mesmerized by the quiet brunette that carried herself with more confidence than anyone else in the playground, a young Alice had decided to push Cindy to the ground. She had smiled all the way even after Cindy had jumped back to her feet and tackled her down to the ground too. It had been the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Just a regular friendship. The two of them were only friends and would always be and Alice was perfectly fine with that… sometimes.

The problem was she never stopped thinking too much about Cindy Berman. She thought about those blue eyes that were inevitably expressive and honest despite Cindy’s emotional walls. She thought about Cindy’s temper, the scariest thing in all of Shadyside for Alice, who was used to seeing Cindy as impressively calm and collected until one bad thing set her off beyond repair and it was time to hide. Except, Alice never hid from Cindy. She took Cindy’s anger, and Cindy’s passion, and Cindy’s braveness, and it only made her stronger, something she was thankful for. Not only did she need a considerable amount of strength to endure her own complicated life. But it was something that prepared her for all the things that entailed having Cindy Berman in her life and, worst-case scenario, losing her.

It was a complicated balance, whatever it was that Cindy kept inside her. Alice didn’t exactly understand it. She had never considered herself to be too complicated. She was just lucky enough to be one of the people that didn’t have to put too much effort into understanding themselves. Confident and comfortable in the person she was from a young age, Alice had a lot of free self-discovery time to spare. Time she spent staring at Cindy when she thought the other girl wouldn’t notice. So, she noticed the signs. Slowly but surely Cindy raised the walls she kept around herself. Cindy was used to trying to tame her temper for others’ sake, but she started taming her confidence, and her authenticity. It looked like she was trying to isolate herself from the rest of Shadyside. Alice was left fearing the day some little thing would change Cindy Berman forever. 

Before that could happen, however, they were still just themselves. Alice and her unrestrained laughter, Cindy and her fearless nature. Alice and her curiosity, Cindy and her cleverness. A treacherous combination that was put to good use in Shadyside, where looking for trouble was the easiest thing in the world. There was no need to pretend they were someone else, some well-adjusted children, some picture-perfect girls from a magazine. They were messy, and creative, and inseparable. Alice looked for trouble, Cindy dared her to make it twice as risky. Alice hesitated at the edge of a cliff, Cindy ran up behind her and threw both of them to a lake, limbs tangled and free as they would ever be. Last but not least, Alice was clueless as to how to express her feelings for her best friend, and Cindy instinctively but blindly reciprocated them twice as fiercely.

There was a special summer when the two girls had the most fun they ever had together. Of course, there were gray clouds all around their small bubble of joy. They were in Shadyside, after all. Alice was already hiding scars, and Cindy’s father was already out of the picture. Alice was starting to want more fun than it could be safe to have, just to pretend that the rest of life wasn’t so difficult. Cindy was starting to retreat into her own thoughts, the wheels turning in her mind as she stared at the easier lives that Sunnyvalers had. But things hadn’t gotten out of control yet. Summer felt bright and endless. Cindy cut Alice hair, and Alice nearly burned down the Berman’s kitchen. Always a little chaos, always a lot of fun, always the two of them together. They spent their days together, to make up for the shadows lurking in their respective homes. Very often, Cindy’s younger sister would tag along with them, making Cindy complain about how much Ziggy was trying to be like Alice, even if she secretly thought it was adorable. Life was good.

Life, however, was going to be put upside down for them very soon. Not even in the tragic way they had grown to expect. Not yet.

First, they had to live through the day when they were hanging out at the Berman residence and Alice asked Cindy to do her makeup. More specifically, Alice shoved a black eyeliner in her best friend’s hands and then let herself fall on Cindy’s bed without a second thought.

“Come on. Don’t stop until I look like a stoned panda,” Alice said.

“You’re so stupid,” Cindy sighed. She was using that very particular Cindy Berman tone of voice that Alice could recognize as trying to sound annoyed but secretly enjoying herself.

Alice's thoughts, however, were rudely interrupted by her brain finally catching up with her severe miscalculation. Before she knew what exactly was happening, Cindy was on the bed with her. Cindy was on the bed on top of her. Her admirable best friend was straddling Alice’s waist and wearing a deep frown of concentration as she started to work on Alice’s eyeliner.

“Shut your mouth before a fly gets lost in there,” Cindy teased her friend with a smirk.

Seeing herself caught with her lips parted in surprise, Alice snapped her mouth shut. But she continued to stare up at her best friend’s endearingly focused expression. This position was at once that best and worst feeling Alice could remember experiencing in her young life. Cindy’s eyes were strikingly blue. And no matter how tough Cindy tried to look, there was always that soft smile that appeared on her lips without her realizing it. Their faces were maddeningly close. Alice could feel Cindy breathing, and she could have probably heard Cindy’s heart beating, if her own heartbeat wasn’t already a loud drum in her chest. Before she could worry too much about the idea of Cindy being able to hear her heart beating so loud and wonder the reason behind that, Alice decided to do something about this situation. She had to fight back. 

“You look cute,” Alice blurted out. She felt genuinely surprised by her mind’s ability to continuously come up with the wrong strategy to express or hide her feelings.

“Shut up,” Cindy replied. She scoffed like a true unruly Shadysider. But Cindy still marveled at her friend’s inability to hide that sweet strain in her voice. It didn’t matter if at the end of the day they were all cursed the same. To Alice, Cindy was unlike everyone else in this town.

“What?” Alice laughed, “It’s true!”

Her laughter shook her whole body, and nearly made Cindy lose her balance. But instead of laughing along, the brunette’s frown deepened and she stopped her use of the eyeliner.

“Hey!” Cindy snapped. “I’m as tough as you, you know?” She poked at her friend’s chest with the eyeliner.

“Ouch!” Alice exclaimed, and raised her hands in surrender. “I know, Berman. Trust me, I know.” She took a moment to think about all those times when Cindy Berman and her angelic blue eyes proved to be just as much of a troublemaker as Alice herself. However, then she couldn’t help but break the silence. “You’re still cute though.”

This time Cindy surrendered to her friend’s charm and laughed along with her. “Fuck you,” she said and rolled her eyes affectionately. Then she started working on Alice’s makeup again.

However, that little interruption had brought them closer than before, which started a couple of problems. For Cindy, she realized she was nearly done. She had already applied more eyeliner than necessary. But she was thrown off guard by how much she did not want to move away from her current spot. For Alice, as usual, her problem started with Cindy’s laugh. Because it brought Alice’s attention to Cindy’s mouth, and then there was Cindy’s easy smile firmly in place, and Alice simply couldn’t look away from her best friend’s lips. In the end, it couldn’t have happened more naturally even in their dreams.

The atmosphere around them had irrevocably changed. The energy between their bodies was simply different. Cindy couldn’t have continued with the application of makeup even if she had tried, because her hand was starting to shake. So instead she found balance holding on to Alice’s right shoulder. 

“Done,” Cindy announced quietly, without meeting Alice’s eyes.

“Thanks,” Alice replied, her eyes still lingering on Cindy’s lips.

Then Alice carefully pushed herself up on her elbows. Not much, just enough to hear a very small breathless gasp escape Cindy’s mouth. But neither of them tried to move away from each other.

“Alice.”

“Yeah?”

Only when she heard Cindy call her name did Alice look back into her favorite pair of blue eyes. She was beyond happy to notice those eyes were staring at her mouth. Her heart was beating so loudly in her chest that Alice feared she could get a heart attack. Still, she was smiling when she finally closed the distance between them and kissed Cindy Berman for the first time.

Alice nearly gasped in utter surprise when she felt Cindy immediately reciprocate the kiss. But then Cindy pulled away, enough to spark a sense of panic in the other girl, but not enough for it to last. In fact, it seemed she only moved to sit more comfortably in Alice’s lap.

“What are you doing?” Cindy wondered breathlessly. She shook her head a little, incredulous, not of what just happened, but of how good it felt. She placed a gentle hand on Alice's cheek. She could feel and see the moment Alice smiled playfully at her.

“Three guesses,” Alice replied right before reconnecting their lips in a  much more confident kiss.

Cindy made a small noise of surprise, and then she stifled a giggle against Alice’s lips. They continued to exchange kisses until Alice’s arms got tired. She let herself fall back on the bed, taking Cindy down with her. The movement broke their kiss, and it was a miracle that they didn’t accidentally bite their lips as they fell into bed. But they didn’t mind if it was messy, if it was an imperfect moment. For them, it couldn’t have been better. They laughed wholeheartedly, and then they were back to kissing. Alice wrapped her arms around Cindy’s waist, and Cindy reciprocated by tangling a hand in Alice’s hair. Personal changes and life-changing problems could wait. Shadyside and the entire world would have to wait too. There was a couple of best friends figuring out how perfectly they fit together and how much they had really wanted to kiss each other.

[sprnklersplashes]

dance with you (2/9) (ao3)

Deena’s almost tempted to skip band today. While the bear in her locker was definitely the low point in her day, it also wasn’t the only shitty thing that had happened. Of course, there were the usual dirty looks in the hallway and whispering behind her during class. Then she had to deal with a football player telling her she owes him money since his tux was non-refundable (that’s what he gets for shopping in Sunnyvale), and finally, a slur coughed behind her shoulder as she left Physics class. It’s all familiar, and it’s all painful. And so when the bell rings, there’s the temptation just to bolt out the doors and run home. Slam her bedroom door, get under the covers and blast the Pixies until she can’t hear anything.

But as she said, she needs those college credits. Especially since band is her only extracurricular now that she’s been kicked out of the French club and voluntarily left volleyball, and if she skips, it’s likely she’ll run into her dad at home, or the school will notify him that she skipped band. She’s not up for that conversation today.

“Deena!” a small voice squeaks as she pushes the doors open.

Besides, band isn’t all bad.

She finds Ziggy sitting at their usual seats, their backpack on the chair beside them, a grin lighting up their round face. She knows Ziggy Berman. Well, the whole school knows Ziggy Berman. Their reputation depends on who you ask. Some call them a ‘witch,’ some call them a ‘weirdo,’ and some call them ‘so unlike their sister Cindy’ (that last one’s primarily teachers). It’s not a perfect reputation, but it’s a well-earned one. The kid’s middle name is trouble, and they wear it like a badge of honour. In fairness to them, though, they only give as good as they gegetThe poor kid’s an easy mark; short and skinny and quiet and interests that aren’t deemed “right.” Horror books in their bag, old rock stickers on their locker. Shadyside teenagers descended on them like vultures the minute they stepped into the building.

Unfortunately, the pink, yellow, and blue pride flag on their bag and the ‘they/them pronoun pin added to the mayhem last year. 

But it also meant Deena wasn’t alone anymore.

“Hey, Stardust,” she grins as she sits down. Ziggy holds out a packet of cookies from her bag, which Deena gladly takes. Ziggy raises an eyebrow, her grateful nod all she needs.

“Rough day?” they ask.

“You would not believe,” she responds. “Here.” She reaches into her backpack, pulls the bear out from her backpack, and hands it to them. “Found this little guy in my locker this morning. Thought you might like him. Stick a picture of your ex’s face to it and throw knives if you want.”

“Aw, thanks,” Ziggy grins, tossing the bear between their hands. “Speaking of the ex…” They raise an eyebrow at Deena, their expression twisted into a grimace, and Deena snorts.

“He’s not still calling you, is he?”

“That makes it three times in the past month,” they sigh. “And that’s not including the texts, the DMs, and that one TikTok he tagged me in.” They roll their eyes theatrically and pull another cookie out of the packet. “And it wasn’t even funny.”

Deena takes the cookie Ziggy offers and taps it against theirs in a show of solidarity.

It’s not poor Ziggy’s fault they got their heart broken. Deena’s not into that victim-blaming crap. This is on Nick and only Nick. But… well, everyone who told them not to get involved with a senior as a sophomore wasn’t exactly wrong. Deena wasn’t wrong. Ziggy’s sister Cindy wasn’t wrong. Cindy’s friend Alice wasn’t wrong. No one was wrong, and yet Ziggy didn’t listen. Again, not their fault. Nick should have known better than to get with someone who wasn’t even sixteen yet while he was busy making college plans. But he wanted them, and he pursued them, and for a while things seemed great. Until they weren’t, because, in addition to being two years older than Ziggy, Nick Goode is also a grade-A douchebag. And soon enough, Ziggy saw that for themselves and what seemed sweet at first got super messy super quickly.

That was six months ago, and the texts and calls still pile up in Ziggy’s phone.

“That’s one fucked up little situation you got there, my friend,” Deena sighs. Ziggy hums in response, but their dark expression lightens when they turn to her, eyebrow raised.

“Unlike your completely straightforward love life?” they ask, and Deena huffs out a laugh. They’re right. It’s one of the things they bonded over. Being queer and having complicated love lives. They should print that on t-shirts.

“Can we go back to shit-talking your ex?” she asks. “I love doing that.”

“I just can’t believe you won’t tell anyone who this mystery girl you’re bringing to the prom is,” they say. “Fair enough, you don’t want to tell any of those jerks, but not even Kate or Simon.” They pause and then bat their eyes for effect. “Or even me? I’m beginning to think she’s not even real.”

“She is, and everyone will get to know her at the prom,” she says. A knot forms in her stomach the minute the words slip out of her mouth. ‘At the prom’ like it’s a certainty. She wants to believe it is, a little voice in her head that sounds like Sam tells her it is. But it’s hard not to fall back on the ‘shit is doomed’ mindset that living in Shadyside has given her.

She doesn’t say any of that, but Ziggy hears it anyway and pats her shoulder.

“So I hear it’s being brought up at the student council meeting,” they say softly. Deena frowns for a moment, but then Ziggy reminds her, “I’m the sophomore class rep, remember? My sister’s going too, of course.” 

“Oh. Right.” Deena presses her cold palms together. Some were surprised when Ziggy won the election, but they were one of the only two people who wanted to do it. And while Nick might have helped with the election, they’ve done a damn good job so far. 

And Cindy Berman is going too. Deena doesn’t necessarily hate Cindy Berman. Teachers adore her-perfect grades and up there with Kate and Sam in terms of out-of-school activities. She’s friendly, which is more than can be said for most of her grade. She even helped Deena clean up after a graffiti assault on her locker. But she’s just… too nice. There’s something in there Deena can’t quite place-and really, she can’t be bothered to either. She’s got enough problems.

“So I take it I have the support of the sophomores?” she asks. “Or, a sophomore?”

“I did have to bribe some with brownies and homework answers, but yes,” they say, their smile turning serious. “I’ve talked to some people in my grade. They think what’s happening to you is super fucked up.”

“The kids are all right,” she says, as though she’s not less than two years older than Ziggy. It’s a nice thought that the shittiness doesn’t run through the entire school.

Of course, what those kids will look like as seniors remains to be seen, but she can dare to dream.

She goes through five different outfits before settling on the one she’s wearing to the student council meeting. She’s not the kind of girl who does that; she never has been. That’s more Kate and Sam’s territory, and it’s perfectly valid, of course. But a lot is riding on this meeting for her, and Kate’s insistence that the right outfit can ‘make a solid impression’ has somehow worked its way into her brain. That’s why she’s standing in front of her mirror now, in her bra and her black jeans, holding two different shirts in front of the mirror. She’s looking for a way to say both ‘you do not phase me’ and ‘I am a fine morally upstanding citizen, I just happen to love girls, now let me go to prom, assholes.’ 

Maybe remove the ‘asshole’ part. She’s going for polite here.

“Deena?”

“Shit, Josh!” She pulls on the first shirt she can, heat flashing in her cheeks. Her brother stands in the half-open doorway, pulling at the peeling paint. Deena sharply pulls the door open and fixes him with a dark glare. “Don’t you knock, perv?”

“You shouldn’t have left your door open if you’re changing,” he points out. She doesn’t say anything. Mainly because he has a point, and she hates it when Josh has points. 

“What do you want, nerd?” she sighs. “I’m busy.”

She doesn’t stop him as he follows her into the room. He hovers next to the bed as she sits down and goes through the contents of her backpack for the third time. Her note from Sam is carefully tucked away, hidden where no one would find it. She’s not had her backpack raided yet, but it never hurts to be prepared.

“I just wanted to say good luck,” he tells her. “At the meeting today. I wish I could be there, but apparently, it’s student council only. Unless you’re a senior, but I’m not. So...”

Deena looks up and brushes her hair out of her face. As she does, a smile spreads over her face, and the heavy feeling in her chest begins to dissipate. She almost gets up and hugs him, thanks him again for all the support he’s given her.

“It’s okay. After all, you’re way better in robotics club than student council,” she says instead. Josh laughs. He got the message.

“Also, a lot of my grade think that it’s stupid you can’t go to prom,” he says. “The girl-you’ll see it at the meeting-but the freshman class rep has a petition. It’s got a lot of signatures.”

“I take it you signed?” she asks. He nods, and this time she does get up and hug him. They squeeze each other tightly before they pull away, and they both pretend there’s no emotion hanging between them. “Well, between you and Ziggy, it’s nice to know that the kiddos are on my side.”

“Now, you just have to get the juniors on your side.”

“Now I just have to get the PTA on my side,” she reminds him, and just like that, the good mood disappears. The shadow of the PTA, of Mrs. Fraser, hangs over her like a stormcloud. And she’s just one person. “I should go. I want to get there early.”

“Okay. Well, good luck.” He opens his mouth like he’s going to say something else but decides against it. Instead, he offers her his fist, and while she rolls her eyes, she taps it before heading off, her backpack hanging from her shoulder.

“You picked the right shirt, by the way,” he calls after her. “It’s classy.”

She didn’t realise she had anything ‘classy’ in her wardrobe, but all the same, she shoots a finger gun at Josh before jogging downstairs and out the door.

The student council meeting is… well, it’s as bad as you’d expect it to be. Actually, no, it’s probably worse. Because while she had her expectations, she must have forgotten how big the student council is. There are reps from every grade in the crowd, and not even Ziggy’s presence does anything to calm her nerves. Her entire class is there too, or at least most of them. Aside from Kate and Simon, who sit eagerly to attention, the majority look like they don’t want to be there. Frankly, Deena shares that mentality. She finds Cindy Berman, too, sitting straight up next to Alice from her math class. It seems a weird pairing; Deena didn’t know they knew each other, much less were friends, but she doesn’t have time to dwell on it because she finds the real reason she’s here. The PTA moms, dressed in either yoga pants and too-tight tops or pastel sweaters and pencil skirts. Both send a shudder down Deena’s spine.

But worst is when she goes to sit in the front row, and Principal Miller appears beside her and tells her that’s not where she’s sitting. She almost asks where her seat is, but the remark dies on her lips when she looks up. At the front of the auditorium are two tables. One has two parents at it and no prizes for who gets the third seat. And the other has two—one for Principal Miller and one for... Her.

She had joked to Kate that this meeting felt like a trial. She didn’t realise the universe was now taking that literally.

The door swings open as Principal Miller hands her a red vine. It tastes a little plasticky, but she chews it to try to calm her nerves. Especially when Mrs Fraser appears in the doorway. She powers up to the front of the auditorium like a woman on a mission, which Deena guesses she is. A mission to destroy her.

Sam is just behind her, head slightly bent so that her hair falls in front of her face. She looks great. She always looks great, but she must have had the same idea as Deena because the floral blouse and white jeans have only come out before once, during her college interview. Battle armour.

Deena tries not to be bothered as Sam slides into her seat in the front row and immediately buries her head in her notebook. They were texting all day before, and they’re meeting after. It doesn’t matter that they can’t greet each other now. It doesn’t, and it shouldn’t bother her.

She looks down at her hands before it gets any worse and finds small nail marks on her palms. A shuddering breath escapes her, to which Principal Miller pats her shoulder and offers her some water.

Ninety minutes has never felt like such a long time before.

She does her best to keep her eyes off of Sam during the meeting, for her own sake and Sam’s, and while it’s a fairly easy task, it’s easy for all the wrong reasons. It’s easy because she instead directs her attention towards Mrs Fraser leading the PTA’s case against Deena, and the fury rising in her with every minute is a mighty fine distraction. Every time her little heels click against the wooden floor, Deena’s fist clenches tighter. She won’t be surprised if she opens it at the ending of the meeting and finds nail marks on her palm.

“This is a Christian town!” she announces to the audience, much to the parents’ approval. “And in this town, we adhere to Christian values. This town was founded by Christian settlers who were persecuted for their religion.”

The town was also founded by people who only bathed once a week, farmed their food, and stole land from the Natives, Deena thinks. But that doesn’t make it into the speech.

“And as such, our school is also formed on Christian principles,” she goes on. “And we will not compromise our town’s values, our freedom of choice, because big government tries to force us to!” A cheer erupts from the back seats, and Deena flinches at the noise. Principle Miller puts his hand on her shoulder, a gesture that’s surprisingly comforting but doesn’t take away the feeling of her stomach plummeting. Mrs. Fraser parades in front of the crowd, preaching to her devoted flock. Her volume rises with every word until the roof floor starts to shake. “Our ancestors came to this country to seek freedom and liberty, and we will not be forced to throw it away!”

“No-one is taking away anyone’s freedom,” Principal Miller responds, cutting in before the crowd has a chance to applaud. 

“You have told us that the state wants to force us to have a homosexual prom!” Mrs. Fraser tells him. “That feels like our freedom being taken away.”

“No, the state wants us to hold an inclusive prom because they feel that is what best reflects the values of this country,” he says. “Mrs. Fraser, you brought up the values that Shadyside was founded on. Christian values, am I correct?”

“Yes-”

“And-” He rises to his feet, taking the microphone with him, and Deena feels a cautious spark of hope in her chest. “Did the Lord not preach kindness? Did he not tell us to love our neighbour as ourselves? And frankly, banning Deena or any LGBTQ+ student from the prom feels decidedly un-Christian of you.”

Someone whoops in the crowd; Deena can’t see, but it sounds suspiciously like Simon, and a grin spreads across her face.

“We are not banning Miss Johnson from the prom,” Mrs. Fraser says. “She is very much welcome as long as she follows the rules set out by the PTA. She doesn’t have to bring a man if she doesn’t want to, she can come without a date. But if she wants to bring a date, it must be of the opposite gender.”

“Well, then change the rules!” She doesn’t realise she’s spoken until she says it, doesn’t realise she’s standing until she looks around herself. “If the rules are stopping me from going to prom, then change the rules!”

“That would take a vote from the PTA,” Mrs. Fraser replies. “Most of whom are in favour of keeping the rules as they are.”

“Oh, I’ll bet,” Deena grumbles. Her chest tightens, her jaw clenches, and when Principal Miller intervenes, she wonders if it’s to stop her from doing something she’ll regret.

“Well,” he begins. “The PTA is not the sole organiser of the prom. All you do is provide the funding and approve committee decisions. The organisation of the prom is the student council’s job, so let’s see what they have to say about it.” He turns sharply, his eyes landing on the front row. “Samantha?”

Sam’s mouth falls open, a noiseless gasp escaping her as all eyes turn to her. She pulls herself up with precisely practised confidence, the image betrayed only by her wiping her hand on her skirt. She nods firmly as she takes the mic from Principal Miller, but Deena can’t help but notice how tightly she holds it.

When Sam’s eyes find hers, Deena gives her a small, reassuring smile. Sam nods back, and the tension in her shoulders just slightly loosens.

“Well, we all want prom to go on,” Sam begins. “Certainly, no one is happy about it being cancelled.” She swallows thickly. Deena wishes more than anything that she could run up there and hold her hand, do more than secretly smile from the sidelines. “And… a lot of us think it’s unfair to ban a student because of who she happens to love.” A small gasp of surprise ripples through the crowd, and oddly, Deena shares it. Not at what Sam believes, but the fact that she said it. Surprised and proud. “The prom is meant to be a celebration of all students as we finish our high school journeys, so-”

“All right, thank you!” Mrs. Fraser interrupts, the feedback from the microphone adding to her obnoxiousness. “No, sweetheart, sit down.”

“But Mom-”

“Sit.” The command is so cold, so firm, and Sam crumples into her seat. Deena sees her picking at her nails even from where she’s sitting, and a wave of new anger runs through her.

“This is not a student matter,” she goes on. “This is about our community being torn apart and about our citizens being forced to compromise our beliefs.”

“What, you don’t believe in gay people?” Deena snaps. She smirks, thinking about how Mrs. Fraser can’t even appreciate the irony of what she’s saying. Deena won’t say it aloud, of course, but she still thinks it. “What about our beliefs, okay? What about people in this town who don’t hate gay people?”

“Deena Johnson, sit down this minute,” Mrs. Fraser demands in an ice-cold voice. “This has nothing to do with hatred for gay people. This is about-”

“Fuck that!” Another voice shouts from the crowd, and a flash of red hair pops up out of the audience. It takes Deena a double-take before she sees that Ziggy is standing on a chair, and pride meshes with panic. “That’s bullshit, and you know it!”

“Christine Berman!” she shouts, her voice cracking. “Sit back down. This is a senior class issue.”

“Then on behalf of the senior class.” Kate rises then, her chin tilted up and her ponytail bobbing. “I concur. This is bullshit. You cannot ban Deena from the prom just because she’s gay, and you certainly cannot cancel the prom.”

“Yeah!” Simon, drama king that he is takes it a step further than Kate and Ziggy and jumps into the aisle, staring down the PTA table. “What is it you find so freaking scary about gay people anyway?”

“Order! Order!” Mrs. Fraser shouts, banging a gavel on the table. Deena’s eyes move everywhere, from Ziggy in all their righteous fury to Kate and her desperation to Simon daring the PTA to challenge him. And finally to Sam, sitting hunched over on her seat, her eyes wide, and that’s when Deena’s hands start shaking. The growing shouts begin to fade out, as does Mrs. Fraser’s pathetic attempts at control. All she can think of is Sam and her, and the prom they might not have, and the injustice of the past weeks. It wells up inside her, and she feels like she’s breaking.

“Order! Order!” With that final yell, everyone, or at least almost everyone, calms down enough for her to speak. She slams her hands on the table, her careful hairdo coming undone. “Now, as I have said, the PTA is more than happy to reinstate the prom if Miss Johnson follows the rules laid out. That she either come alone, or she brings a male date.” Mrs. Fraser turns to Deena, as does the rest of the room. “Deena, what do you think of that?”

The auditorium waits with bated breath. Deena might be holding the future of her senior class in her hands.

She could end all the attacks now just by saying yes. No more bears in her locker or being pushed in the halls. She could end it and have a relatively peaceful end to her senior year just by agreeing to the terms.

Her skin crawls at the idea.

“I think…” She takes a deep breath. Her body trembles with the events of the past hour. She’s tired, not just from today, and maybe that’s why she does what she does. “I think this,” she says and holds one specific finger up.

Yeah, she should have known that wasn’t working out well.

Unsurprisingly, the meeting ends there, and while there’s a promise to review what was said, Deena doesn’t feel too optimistic about it. Her sanity comes back to her slowly as Principal Miller guides her out of the school.

“I messed it up, didn’t I?” she sighs. The weight sits heavily in her stomach, and the more she thinks about it, the worse it becomes.

“Oh, no, you didn’t,” he says. “You maybe could have been a bit more… delicate.” He turns to face her and pats her shoulder, his eyes warm. “But this is not your fault Deena. It’s not over yet, remember.” He smiles at her then and offers her a red vine. “We’ll get you that prom. I prom-ise.”

It’s the kind of dad joke that shouldn’t make her laugh, but she does.

“Thank you, Principal Miller.”

“Now, I’ve got to go and see if there are any detentions to issue. You run along home, Deena. Watch something fun.”

She nods and heads out into the parking lot, her keys jingling around in her pocket. Parents and kids pass by her, either not acknowledging her or shooting daggers at her, and she’s not sure which one she hates more. Clearly, the apples don’t fall far from the tree.

“Deena.” Kate appears at her shoulder, Simon just behind her, both wearing identical guilty expressions that look unfamiliar on their faces. “Deena, we’re sorry.”

“Yeah, if I’d known it would have ended up like that, I never would have-”

“It’s fine, guys,” she says. Sure, maybe it would have ended in less of a spectacle if they hadn’t intervened, but Deena shares the blame for that one. Besides, she doubts they could have swayed the PTA either way, so they may as well have had some fun with it.

“Are you okay?” Simon asks. “I mean, Mrs. Fraser was a real bitch-zilla up there.”

“More than usual,” she grumbles. She runs a hand through her hair and lets out a sigh. “I’ll be okay.”

Kate and Simon exchange a look between them, a silent agreement not to press further. Deena both loves and hates them for it. Loves them for looking out for her, hates the fact that they have to.

“You need a ride home?” Simon asks. “If you want, you can come round to mine for a bit. Timmy brought double stuff Oreos home last night. We can rip into them while watching reality TV?” It’s a sweet offer, made all sweeter by his face, and it kind of hurts her heart to turn it down.

“Maybe later. I have a thing.”

“A… thing,” Kate echoes, intrigue sparkling in her dark eyes. “What kind of a thing?”

“A private thing,” she tells her. “Thank you for coming tonight guys, I really appreciate it.”

“Of course. Yeah, we’re always here for you,” Simon says.

“And we will get you a prom. Even if I have to fight the whole PTA myself,” Kate adds.

“You’d win too,” Deena says. She lets both of them give her a quick hug before they go, Simon reminding her that his offer is still on the table, and stands and waves as they both jump into Simon’s car. She waits until he’s pulled out of the parking lot and turned the corner, and by then, most other cars are gone too, before she turns and heads towards the football field.

Yeah, this situation is crummy, but Kate and Simon’s presence makes it just slightly less crummy.

The bleachers have been their place since… well, pretty much since they started being a thing. At the time, neither one was out, and they were still figuring out who they were, separately and together. They’d meet out here during free periods and lunch. Sun, rain, or snow, they met here. They were huddled beneath the bleachers, using Deena’s jacket as an umbrella. Just two girls, hiding from the world, sharing pasta salads and sandwiches, and complaining about homework.

Unaware of the shitstorm they were about to let loose.

For a second, the scene is quiet, just her and the wind and the last of the cars peeling out of the parking lot. Much as she tries not to, Deena’s anxiety ticks up, the hair on the back of her neck rising. It’s always there, always in the back of her mind, no matter how quiet or timid. The idea that Sam might pull out of this-out of them- and run back to where it’s safe.

She spends ten seconds trying not to let that thought invade her mind, then a little round face pops out from behind the bleachers, and all at once, everything calms down.

It’s amazing, the effect one girl’s smile has on her.

“Well, that was interesting,” Sam teases. She leans up against the pole, a denim jacket over her floral shirt and boots scuffing the tarmac.

“Interesting is one word for it,” Deena agrees. She slides up to her and slips one hand out of her pocket. She ghosts her fingers along the back of Sam’s hand and watches her girlfriend’s smile broaden as she takes it fully. For a few seconds, all they can do is stand there and revel in this rare moment of peace, where they’re almost sure no one will find them here. All Deena wants to do is enjoy being near her girlfriend and the soft, fuzzy feeling she gets in her chest every time. She leans in more and presses her forehead to Sam’s, her hair smelling vaguely like coconut.

“Are you okay?”

“Are you?” Sam asks. “That looked like it sucked for you.”

“Oh, it wasn’t that bad,” she scoffs, to which Sam raises an eyebrow. They both burst out laughing because what else can they do? “I probably didn’t do myself any favours.”

“Oh shush.” Sam punches her shoulder lightly, a slight roll of her eyes accompanying it. “You know my mom had it coming.” Deena’s mouth hangs open, her shoulders shaking as she holds back a laugh.

“Now, what happened to the straight-laced, God honouring Samantha Fraser I knew?” She hooks her fingers through Sam’s belt loops, her pulse elevating just slightly. Sam’s fingers link at the back of her neck, and shivers race up her spine.

“You did,” she replies, teasing. Deena glances down at her lips and wants nothing more than to pull her against her, to kiss her until all her lipgloss is rubbed off and until her name is panted from her lips, but she holds back. Because the weight of the student council meeting sits heavily on both of them, and it feels like the more pressing issue right now.

Her smile must falter because Sam presser her finger to the corner of her mouth as if trying to push it back into place.

“Hey,” she says. “It’s not over, okay? The PTA is going to talk about what happened. And you still have me on the student council. I’m doing whatever I can.”

“Yeah, I know,” Deena mutters.

“As is your little sophomore friend,” she adds. “They seem like a bit of a badass.”

“They’re all right.”

“And…” Her voice trails off then, uncertainty clouding her face, and Deena’s interest piques immediately. Sam scrunches up her face in the most precious way. “I don’t know if I should be telling you this.”

“Tell me,” she demands. Sam takes a deep breath and pulls her closer until their breaths mix.

“That petition from the freshman year made it to the PTA,” she says. “They’re starting to feel the pressure. Maybe even more so after tonight.” She shrugs a look of hopeful bewilderment on her face. “I don’t know. Maybe it doesn’t mean anything. But maybe…”

“Maybe there’s a chance in hell this could work out.” She giggles, despite everything, because the idea of a prom happening now is somewhat intoxicating. All the fighting and push and shove that has gone on the last few months has made the prom feel more like an abstract idea than a real thing. She doesn’t want to get her hopes up because the idea of it actually happening is almost too much to believe. Like she looked outside and saw it’s not raining, but is taking an umbrella just in case. “That’s good, right?”

“It’s good,” she replies. “I just wish it hadn’t taken this freaking long.” She drops her head until her forehead rests on Sam’s shoulder. Sam runs her fingers up and down her back, her touch equal parts comforting and tense. “You okay?”

“Yeah. Totally.” She clears her throat. “It’s just all getting… kind of real. Like we can actually pull this off.” She shrugs. “Just want to skip to the good part.”

“Me too.” Somehow, Deena’s hands find their way down to Sam’s; their palms pressed together. Maybe it’s leftover adrenaline, maybe it’s because it’s such a lovely night, but Deena spins Sam under her arms, silent laughter escaping from her girlfriend, and pulls her closer again. Their chests pressed together, their noses just about touching. She wraps her arm around Sam’s waist and lets her rest her head on her shoulder, their bodies gently swaying in perfect rhythm.

The next time they do this, it could be at prom. Under spotlights, with everyone watching.

That’s all she wants. Not the fighting, not the struggle, heck, even flipping off Mrs Fraser didn’t feel as good as this does. She doesn’t want to be some gay martyr for those who come after her, not really. All she wants is this, her and Sam dancing. Not a big thing to want.

“So my mom started talking about it again on the way over here,” Sam says softly.

“Oh, I dread to think.”

“Yeah. Apparently, we’re getting a balloon arch,” she sighs. Her head might be nestled in the crook of her neck, but Deena feels her eye roll and presses a kiss to her hair. “And a very nice bottle of champagne to mark the occasion.”

“Underage drinking?” she asks. “Your mom is breaking the law? Willingly?”

“She said we can make an exception this once. Big event and all that.” She sighs heavily, her chest heaving against Deena’s. “According to her, the prom is the most important night of a young lady’s life.” 

“Well, doesn’t that bode well for the future of feminism?” She kisses her fingers and holds them up in a mock salute. “RBG couldn’t have said it better.”

Sam laughs, but the bitterness in it is evident. She raises her head to look at Deena, and there’s a deep tiredness on her face.

“I just wish she’d… I don’t need the big fancy production. I don’t need the decorations or drinks or for her to invite all the cousins I haven’t seen in a decade,” she sighs. “All I need… all I want is you. And some stupid, cheesy song that you’ll make fun of when it’s over. That’s enough for me.”

And that’s how she does it. She takes Deena’s cold, weary, guarded heart and makes it grow three sizes. 

When she first realised she wasn’t straight, she couldn’t imagine having a girlfriend at all, not in Shadyside. She wonders how sixteen year old Deena would react if she knew that not only she has one, but one that makes her feel more alive than she had before, like there was a whole different way of life she just hadn’t come across yet.

And for that, the temporary hiding feels like a small price to pay.

“Here. No point dancing without music.” She takes her earbuds out, the white chord tangling on her jacket, and hands one over to Sam. “This might not qualify as the cheesy pop song you wanted… but it might work for now.” She presses play, and Poison’s Every Rose Has Its Thorn plays over the empty air. Sam chuckles and lets Deena pull her back again, mindful of the earbud in her ear, and she presses a small kiss to Deena’s cheek. They press their foreheads together, Sam’s fingers trailing along the waistline of her jeans. Goosebumps prickle in her wake. She closes her eyes briefly and loses herself in Sam’s touch and her smell and just her, just Sam. Her lips move slowly, carefully miming the words of the song, and she traces invisible patterns on Sam’s back.

It feels like Heaven. Pure peace, like one of those moments she used to think was out of her reach.

Until Sam’s phone vibrates, cutting through the song, and Deena’s forced to acknowledge it still is.

She suspects who it is immediately, confirmed when Sam hands her the earbud back, but Sam still sighs and says, “it’s my mom” anyway. A formality, she guesses.

“Okay.” She slides her hands into her back pockets and rocks onto the balls of her feet. “So I guess I’ll see you later?”

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” She reaches over and squeezes Deena’s hand, her soft smile made even softer by the low light. “And I’ll text you when I get home, okay?”

“Okay.” Sam presses a kiss to her lips, quick and chaste and tasting of strawberry lipgloss, before she heads off, her hands in her pockets and shoulders hunched. She’s probably got a lie formed in her head by now about where she’s been.

Deena leans up against the bleachers and watches her as she gets smaller, and soon she can’t see her at all. Carefully, she touches her lips, the ghost of Sam’s kiss still lingering there. It wasn’t enough, it seldom ever is, but it’ll have to do for now.

She winds the headphone cord around her fingers and thinks back on what Sam said about the PTA, that they might be closer to a victory than they think. A rare surge of optimism fights against her instincts, and while she tries to fight it back, she can’t get the image out of her head. Getting to take her girlfriend to prom, have her on her arm, be on the dancefloor with her. And no-one’s opinions matter.

Just her, her girlfriend, and the song.

She’s not superstitious, but she crosses her fingers in her pocket to be safe. She has this feeling she’ll need it.

[aion-rsa]

Fear Street Part Two: 1978 Ending and Theories Explained

https://ift.tt/3dY2DiL

This article contains Fear Street Part Two: 1978 spoilers.

When it comes to horror movies, things are never as easy as they first appear. The key influences of Fear Street Part Two: 1978 could’ve taught its characters this unfortunate truth. The final girl in 1980’s Friday the 13th, Alice (Adrienne King), thought she was home free after she beheaded Mrs. Voorhees (Betsy Palmer); then she got a good look at her beautiful boy Jason in the lake. And Sue Snell (Amy Irving) thought she was honoring the memory of the title character (Sissy Spacek) in Carrie (1976) until she realized she was being haunted from a literal grave.

So too did things go sideways for Deena and Josh (Kiana Madeira and Benjamin Flores Jr.) at the end of Fear Street Part Two. After hearing an adult Ziggy’s painful memories of her time at Camp Nightwing and the slaughter that followed, the pair seemed to have discovered the answer for putting the witch’s curse over Shadyside to rest once and for all… but things didn’t work out that way, huh?

Fear Street Part 2 Ending

How Deena ended up time-warped to the year 1666 is itself pretty nifty. Beforehand, she and Josh were mostly passive characters as the invaluable Gillian Jacobs recounted her character’s golden days at summer camp. Initially set up to appear as the older version of Cindy (Emily Rudd), we eventually learn Jacobs is the thirtysomething future version of Sadie Sink’s Ziggy. I guess Ziggy dyed her hair in the same hue as her sister to honor her memory?

Back in 1978, Cindy was the optimistic-to-a-fault popular sister at school/camp while Ziggy was the rebel who renamed herself after glam rock royalty. Yet both girls’ hope for the future and their town is shaken to its core when they discover Camp Nightwing is situated atop the very site where the witch Sarah Fier cursed the land in 1666 with her severed hand before being hanged from a nearby tree. Perhaps this is one reason why the witch selected Cindy’s perfect boyfriend Tommy Slater (McCabe Sly) as her next vessel for movie murder mayhem.

Going from everyone’s favorite benevolent counselor to a Jason Voorhees stand-in, Tommy begins a killing spree, slaughtering kids who looked up to him and former friends alike. Eventually, Cindy discovers an ancient book which confirms that the only way to stop Sarah Fier’s curse is to reunite her severed hand. As the local legend goes:

Before the witch’s final breath, she found a way to cheat her death.

By cutting off her wicked hand, she kept her grip upon the land.

She reaches from beyond the graves, to make good men her wicked slaves.

She’ll take your blood, she’ll take your head.

She’ll follow you until you’re dead.”

So by discovering her severed hand buried near the Satan stone where Sarah cut it off as part of her pact with the Devil, Cindy and Ziggy thought they had found the solution for ending the curse: They’d bury it with Sarah Fier’s body! Unfortunately for both sisters, especially Cindy, they were wrong to believe the legend’s claim that the witch was buried beneath the hanging tree.

The Berman Sisters thought they were digging up Sarah’s grave when instead they were digging their own. After finding nothing beneath the dirt, they only had a moment to see the reanimated corpse of Tommy Slater and other previous Shadyside ghouls coming for them. Ziggy is brutally gutted by “the Milkman” (yet somehow later survives the holes in her intestinal track thanks to CPR?!) while Cindy is even more cruelly eviscerated by her possessed boyfriend’s axe. For a movie aimed at kids who grew up on Stranger Things, this sequence is merciless.

However, unlike the Berman Girls, Deena and Josh know where Sarah Fier is buried in 1994. So they take Ziggy’s story to heart by finding the hand where the Bermans left it, and then Deena puts it to rest with the rest of Sarah’s actual bones scattered by the highway. In theory, this should’ve been the end of the nightmare…. and yet, when Deena personally shoved the witch’s hand in its proper resting place, she was transported to 1666.

… Kind of. In the ultimate cliffhanger tease, we get a glimpse of the past just long enough to realize Deena is not herself, but rather she is inhabiting Sarah Fier’s body circa 1666. What?!

Fear Street Part 3 Theories

…So that ending leaves a lot of questions, both in regards to what exactly was happening during 1978’s final minute and what it means for Fear Street Part Three: 1666. Well, without having watched the third entry yet, we’d like to posit some theories…

Firstly, there is the actual logic behind Deena’s trip into the past and, specifically, into Sarah Fier’s witchy shoes. At a glance, the way the time travel works is somewhat similar to how comic book writer Chris Claremont imagined it in the seminal X-Men storyline Days of Future Past, which became a pretty good superhero movie in 2014: The only way to travel into the past is to assume control over the body of a former self. Except, of course, Deena wasn’t alive in 1666… she’s in the body of the witch!

In fact, she has possessed Sarah’s body in much the same way that Sarah apparently possesses the bodies of her “slaves” Tommy Slater in 1978 and Ryan Torres in 1994. It is a home invasion of someone else’s biological space. So why would Sarah Fier want Deena to do this?

Personally, I suspect placing the hand with the rest of Sarah Fier’s corpse succeeded in undoing the curse, at least temporarily. Deena has broken the witch’s thrall that has lasted for more than 300 years over the Shadyside landscape… but perhaps it only works if the hand stays in Sarah Fier’s grave.

Read more

Movies

Netflix’s Fear Street Part 1: 1994: Shadyside Killers Explained

By Rosie Fletcher

Movies

How Netflix’s Fear Street Could Become an MCU-Style Shared Universe

By Rosie Fletcher

There are multiple reasons Sarah Fier could wish to bring Deena back to the fateful days that doomed her and her community for centuries to come. It is telling that in the preview for Fear Street Part Three that many of the faces of villagers in the 17th century resemble the countenances of victims and descendants from the future. A many times over great-grandfather to Tommy Slater, also played by McCabe Sly, can be spotted in the sizzle reel; as can Olivia Scott Welch who plays Deena’s first love, Sam, in 1994. Even Sadie Sink as a girl decidedly not named Ziggy can be seen in the puritanical setting.

Ergo, it is possible that every person bewitched into becoming a killer in the 20th century and earlier—or at least bedeviled by the witch’s minions—is descended from an ancestor who persecuted Sarah Fier in 1666. Based purely on our understanding of the superstitions and misogynies which led to the witch hunt manias in Europe and colonial New England, it is easy to already predict that Sarah Fier will be at least somewhat unjustly harassed and hounded to her death.

So is there even the possibility that Sarah Fier is not the actual witch who cursed Shadyside? Could she even be just a victim of false accusations and then centuries of propaganda that have disguised the identity of the true spell-caster?! While it’s possible, I don’t believe this is actually the case. For starters, there is the fact that uniting the hand, which is said to be Sarah Fier’s, with the actual remains of Sarah Fier’s body—which are so identified by the chains around her coffin in its unarmed grave—is something the witch fought hard at preventing in 1978. When Cindy and Ziggy picked up that hand, the guilty party behind all this death sent all her minions after them.

Then there is the fact that once the hand and other bones are reunited Deena is instantly transported into Sarah’s skin. All of this would seem to suggest Sarah is, indeed, the actual witch who damned Shadyside in 1666 and is tormenting it to this day (or at least in ’94). I do not believe Deena was asked to walk in Sarah’s shoes to come to realize Sarah’s innocence… Rather Sarah wants Deena to understand her rage.

If I had to guess the direction of Part Three, it’s that by living through the torment Sarah Fier endured in 1666, Deena will be asked to empathize with and even come to agree with Sarah’s witchy vengeance; the final part of the trilogy will reveal Sarah’s origins and also act as a motivation for Deena to remove the hand from Sarah’s grave, thereby allowing the witch to continue her curse into the 21st century…and all there sequels therein.

That’s at least one theory. What’s yours?

cnx.cmd.push(function() { cnx({ playerId: "106e33c0-3911-473c-b599-b1426db57530", }).render("0270c398a82f44f49c23c16122516796"); });

The post Fear Street Part Two: 1978 Ending and Theories Explained appeared first on Den of Geek.

from Den of Geek https://ift.tt/3wpA6cg

[renegadefearstreet1966]

Chapter Eighteen | First Kill

credit to gif owner.

The three teens made their way through the dense woods that surrounded Camp Nightwing. Bunny held a flashlight in front of her, following behind her was Cindy and Tommy. 

“Alice!” Cindy shouted. “Come on, it’s disgusting in here!” 

“We’re close, Berman, hang in there!” 

They kept onward, being determined to get their things back from Alice — more like Cindy was determined while Bunny was there because she wanted to get away from the camp in case Nick Goode tried interrogating her on their baby. 

“Alice!” Cindy shouted again before a thine caught on her polo, ripping the material. 

“Shit! Oh, it’s ruined now!” 

Bunny helped Cindy get free from the thorn as she felt her warm breath on her neck as she began blushing, heating up. 

“You cursed again,” Tommy stated, almost shocked. 

“You want me to murder you?” 

Tommy shut his eyes, holding a hand to his forehead. 

“Tommy, are you okay?” Bunny asked, worried. 

“Yeah,” He replied. “Yeah, I’m fine.” 

Pushing Bunny forward, she pointed the flashlight in that direction and moved further into the woods. Suddenly, they all hear Alice scream. Cindy turned, grabbing the other brunette’s hand, dragging her along. They make it to Alice who is dusting climbing out of the newly dug grave, dusting dried dirt off her knees. 

“Watch your step.” Alice said, wincing at the bright torch.

Tommy and Cindy stepped toward the hole, looking over it. Bunny saw the book laying next to it. 

“Is someone digging a grave?” Tommy asked. 

“Graves,” Alice pluralized, shining the flashlight on a bunch of other holes. 

They all look at Tommy as he mumbled. “Mary.” 

Alice squinted at him, confused. Bunny watched her brother stumble towards the book, picking it up. 

“The X’s, look.” He showed them the map, again, pointing at the markings. “She was marking where she dug.” 

Alice thought for a few seconds before turning the page to some writing. 

“‘But without her hand, her grip on the land holds firm and the curse will last until body and hand unite.' ”

Chills were forming down Bunny’s neck and back as she felt a hand intertwine with hers. It was slow, but it felt good. She swallowed. Cindy leaned her head on her shoulder. 

“Are you tired?” 

Nodding, Cindy stood closer as Bunny’s heart fluttered as she brought her inhaler out, taking in a few breaths before stuffing the piece of plastic in her pocket. 

“Maybe Mary was looking for the hand,” Tommy said, coming to the conclusion in his head. “To end the curse?” 

“That made her daughter lose her mind.” Alice finished, nodding. 

“Guys, come on. This is silly.” 

“Yeah,” Arnie spoke. “I gotta piss.” 

They all grimaced except for Alice. 

“I really did not need to know that.” Bunny murmurs. 

“Let me see that,” 

Tommy began to pass the book over to Alice but Cindy let go of Bunny's hand quickly, stepping toward them and grabbing it swiftly. 

“You can have it, but first give me the drugs,” Cindy demanded. “If nurse Lane took them and went crazy then those drugs are very dangerous.” 

Alice laughed. “Oh, my God. What happened to you?” 

She stepped closer to Cindy, a centimeter of space was between their faces. 

“You remember when we used to have fun?” She asked. 

“Alice, that’s enough.” Cindy demanded once again. 

Soon Arnie comes back. “I found it!” 

They all look up from their respective places, all walking toward the male to see what he found. “I found the witch’s house.” 

Alice and Arnie rushed over, laughing whilst Bunny and Cindy and Tommy walked slower. Again, Bunny had the flashlight in her hand, unsure of what was found. It seemed to be one side of what the house used to be as Ciindy stood beside her. 

“Was I the only one expecting, like, I dunno, a house made out of candy?” Alice laughed. 

“Maybe there’s candy down there,” Arnie said, glancing down another entrance, 

This one was different, it seemed to go underground. The couple began playing around, scaring each other which made Bunny glance at Tommy and Cindy. Nearly falling into another dug grave, she makes a pass standing behind Arnie and Alice. Speaking of Alice, she was crouched in front of the entrance. 

“Hey, Sarah, you got any candy down there? We’re high and hungry.” 

She paused. 

“Sarah Fier!” 

“Okay, we've seen enough.” 

“Alright then, go home, Berman.” 

Looking over at her brother, he seemed to be going in and out of consciousness as it made Bunny frown. 

“Tommy, you okay?” 

“Yeah, she must’ve gotten me pretty good.” 

She sent an uneasy smile towards Tommy, turning back to Alice and Arnie, who jumped down the hole, making their way inside. Cindy followed behind as well as Tommy and Bunny. She made her way down the steps and into the dark and dingy cave. 

“Hey, someone’s been down here!” Alice shouted, looking at the nib of the candle. 

“Like recently.” 

Bunny began to sweat from the nerves of being down there, staying on the steps as the three teens investigated further in the cave, eventually it brought her down there too.

Walking through an archway, she saw what looked like a sacrifice room. On the floor was the witch’s mark, remembering it from earlier in Mary’s book. What looked like black blood flowing through the engraving, making her wrinkle her nose. Alice and Arnie began messing around on one end of the cave. Bunny continues holding the flashlight as it’s now been turned off. 

“It’s kinky.”

“It’s the witch’s mark,” Cindy announces, 

Alice leaned away from her boyfriend, turning to Bunny with a confused look. 

“The what?” She asked. 

Cindy opened the book, showing a replica of the engraving on the floor. 

“‘A deal was made with the devil. Sarah Fier cut off her wicked hand on Satan’s stone in exchange for eternal life, scarring the soil beneath with the witch’s mark, bringing darkness upon the land.’ ”

“That’s it!” Arnie shouted.

Everyone looked at him in utter confusion. 

“It’s acetaminophen.” 

“Arnie, what are you talking about?” 

“L484. It just hit me. It’s fucking Tylenol. It’s nothing.”

“Are you sure?” 

Bunny began to come to the conclusion that it wasn’t drugs that made Mary act the way she did and that made her sigh in relief. 

“Positive. Come on, Alice. Let’s get out of here. Pretty sure Joan might still have some weed if we pay her.” 

Arnie ducked under the archway as Bunny stayed behind Alice approached him, talking before smacking him on the shoulder. Right when Alice and Cindy exit, Tommy stands, walking toward the side of the cave wall and pulling an ax off the wall. Arnie turned around from the entrance of the tunnel as he smiled, thinking it was a joke. 

“What the hell are you doing, man? Tommy…” 

Bunny watched as the tall male lifted the ax and swung it into Arnie’s face. She was rigid. But Tommy didn’t stop, he sent another blow to Arnie’s already deceased body. Bunny watched in horror as her brother turned into a monster. 

Eventually, he turned towards Cindy, Bunny and Alice as his sister shines her flashlight on him. Her hand shook before he started trudging toward the three female teens. They screamed before being pushed back by Cindy, rushing into the room they were in prior — through the archway and past the sacrifice room. 

Bunny manages to get past Tommy and watch in horror as Cindy — the love of her life panic as well as Alice try to flee for their lives.

“There!” Cindy shouted. 

Bunny soon hears a loud rumble as an avalanche of rocks fall from above. The cavern shook with all its might, causing her to panic. Once when the large rocks settle in place, she hears heavy breathing as she steps closer to the male. He rises and stands in front of Bunny, raising his ax high before plunging it down. Luckily the brunette managed to escape, but panicked.

She yelled. 

He had no emotion toward an upset Bunny as she began to shake, pulling herself up the stone-like steps, running past the tables full of previously lit candles and 17th century decorations. She exits the cavern and sprints through the woods and hodes in a bush and a large pine tree.

In the distance, a male is seen approaching the woods as the glimmer of a large ax sits in his hands. From what she can see, Tommy's expressions are serious, almost like there wasn't anything left.

Tears welled up in her eyes, knowing that Cindy was likely dead and Ziggy was running around camp unaware that a killer is on the loose. Once Tommy is nowhere to be seen, she carefully goes back to the place she was earlier, over to the caved-in rocks as she looks back, grabbing something to protect herself.

She turns back to the large rocks, sighing and praying that she can interact with Cindy somehow. She had little hope, tears now rolling down her cheeks.

"C-Cindy, are you there? Can you hear me?" She asks, waiting for a response.

No one returns her call as she speaks again, this time louder. Beginning to turn away, Bunny faintly hears Cindy's voice. It's panicked but stern, almost delicate too. She speaks but it's too muffled to understand what she's saying.

"Cindy, Alice, if you guys can hear me, I'll save you. I promise. I can't lose you. Please, stay alive as long as you can. I— I— nevermind. I'll be back!"

From what Bunny could make out, she hears sobbing from the other side, getting a positive thought that Cindy and Alice are still alive. She lets go of the relic in her hand and carefully makes her way back to Camp Nightwing, panicked as she needs to find Ziggy and her cousin, Caroline.

"Just my fucking luck."

[afro-hispwriter]

JUST HOLD ME

Fear street 1978

Summery- Cindy was saved instead of Ziggy now you have to tell her that her sister didn't make it

Warnings- angst, death

A/n- its short and i don’t remember where Alice was killed

Let’s pretend again that Ziggy took Cindys ending

Italics are the readers thoughts

-

All you did was go to the bathroom. And when you came out all hell had fallen.

They were going on about the Sarah Feir curse and they said they would fill you in but…

Your friends were gone.

You thought they had left you but as you searched for them its when you saw the first body. After that you found body after body of your friends and of people you barley knew.

You were panicking.

Where was Cindy?

You searched the cafeteria, the common room, and the library and thats when you saw Alices body. You dropped to your knees and a few tears started running down your face.

“Oh god, what happened to you?” You whispered yourself. You saw the deep slash across her chest. You touched her arm and felt she was still warm. You looked around, your heart was beating fast.

What if what did this is still here?

You backed up almost tripping over your feet. You looked back ay Alice before booking it outside, just wanting to get away from there.

Find Cindy, or maybe Ziggy, they have to be ok.

You slowly noticed that the camp barley had any movement which made you assume the worst.

Everyones dead or everybody went to sleep.

You made it outside the camp to the tree where you saw two lumps in the ground. It definitely looked like human bodies.

You immediately took off, the air was cool as it hit your face making your eyes water but you didn’t care. When you made it to the bodies you gasped. You felt a pain in your chest and you started crying.

You noticed Ziggy on her side reaching out for her sister as Cindy did the same.

It broke your heart.

“Cindy?” You approached her and sank to your knees. You grabbed her hand and took it with her own.

You and Cindy always had feelings for each other. You’d hang out, have sleepovers(you’d sneak out if you weren’t in the same cabin), and do all the activities together. But after her getting with Tommy you backed off, out of anger and jealousy. She always questioned you on why you stopped hanging with her and all you did was shrug and walk away.

You should have told her you loved her. Maybe none of this would have happened, maybe everybody would be alive

And you couldn’t help but blame yourself.

“I never told you this, but I love you Cindy Berman. Maybe if i would have- would have said something maybe none of this, would have happened to you ir anybody.” You say and your face scrunches yo as you feel tears try to break free even harder. You lean down to brush some hair out of her face to kiss her forehead.

You didn’t even move to say something to Ziggy all you focus was on Cindy.

“Im going to find who did this to you.” You say firmly. “I promise.”

Thats when she started coughing and your eyes widened. You couldn’t believe your eyes.

She was just fucking dead, this cant be real.

“Cindy, Cindy.” You repeat and she looks at you with wide eyes.

“The curse is real.” She says and coughs more, you ignore her words and you looked around to see Nick Goode walking towards you.

“GET SOME FUCKING HELP!” You yell, startling him. He stops in his tracks to see what was happening before turning back to run to camp.

You turn back to Cindy and shrug your shirt off leaving a tank top on. You place it on her worst injury and place a hand on her face.

“Cindy, Cindy stay awake help is coming.” You say and she nods weakly. For what seemed like an eternity the paramedics finally arrive and one immediately started assessing Cindy while the other checked Ziggy before shaking his head.

Cindy seemed to started taking in the reality and started panicking.

“Ziggy, w-wheres my sister?” She seemed to ask you and the paramedic.

“Cindy.” You say calmly and she started to cry.

“No, No.” She cried and you try to calm her down.

“Im sorry Cindy im so sorry.” The paramedics lifted Cindy onto the gurney and made their way to the ambulance. She grabbed your hand tightly so you ran with them.

“Ma’am you cant come with us.” On of the paramedics say and you shake your head.

“No, im going with you, she needs somebody right now.” They reluctantly let you on, and you slide in close to her.

The ride to the hospital was stressful. Cindy kept falling in and out of consciousness and her heart even stopped on time and they brought her back.

The doctors immediately took her to surgery and you sat in lobby waiting for her. A nice nurse came in and gave you something to eat as you waited. 4 hours later they came out and said she’ll live. They almost didn’t let you go be with her since you weren’t family.

“Please im all she has right now. Her sister was murdered out there. along with out friends, and god knows where the hell her mother is.” You say and they let you pass.

You sat by her bed side and waited hours for her to wake up. They still haven’t gotten in contact with her mother so it still only you in the room.

You decided to close your eyes when you heard her groan. You immediately stood up and called for a nurse and went back to her.

“Your ok.” You say and start caressing her hair.

The doctor checked her over and ordered her some food. Cindy was quiet as they told her the extent of her injuries. After they left she turned to you.

“I heard your voice before i woke up.” She says and you look down.

“We don’t have to talk about that right now, you’ve been through a lot ton-.” She cuts you off.

“Is it true?” She immediately asks and you cock your head to the side.

“Is what true?”

“Do you love me?”

Your heart stopped.

Oh shit, this is not the time oh fuck.

“You heard that.” You say and scratched the back of your neck out of embarrassment.

“I love you too, i just thought you didn’t like or love me back.” She says with a tired voice. “So i went with Tommy but he’s not here.”

“Oh.” You say.

Im such a fucking idiot and a blind one at that, i didn’t even notice the girl i like shared the same feelings.

“Where is he?” You ask and she brings a hard face.

“Dead.” She says firmly and you stay quiet.

“Im sorry.” You whisper.

“No don’t apologize i never really liked him anyway, besides i have you now, if you’ll have me?” She asks and your heart flutters.

“Yes, Cindy Berman.” You say and stand up and hold her face in your hands. You both lean in and you sigh slightly as you feel your lips touch. The kiss deepened and it soon added tongue. You pulled away and rested your forehead against hers.

“I promise you that i will figure out who did this to you, they will pay no matter what. I’ll do it for our friends, your sister, for you.” Cindy brings a hand weakly up to your face and she shakes her head.

“I just want to forget about it, just hold me.” She says, and you sigh before climbing in the bed with her and pulling her into your arms.

“Anything for you, I wont do anything you don’t want me too.”

[afro-hispwriter]

FLUSTERD(CINDY BERMAN X FEM READER)

Fear Street 1978

Summary- you walk in on Cindy changing

Request by Anonymous

Word count- 507

-

"Ugh, Cindy was supposed to be here 5 minutes ago." Says Ziggy, you were all in your baiting suits, waiting for Cindy to join you.

"You should go check on her Y/n." Says Alice and she wiggles her eyebrows at you and lights a cigarette. You roll your eyes and sigh. Alice had found out you liked Cindy she's been trying to get you two together.

"Whatever." You say and drop your stuff. You made your way to the Cabin and walked up the steps. You didn't bother knocking so you walked in and your eyes almost fell out of your head.

Cindy fucking Berman topless.

You were completely frozen, just staring at her chest rather than her face. Cindy noticed somebody behind her making her gasp and cover her chest. She let out a breath of relief when she realized it was just you.

Her sudden movements make you snap out of your trance. You immediately looked down at your shoes completely embarrassed.

"S-sorry, just w-wanted to know if you were coming down." You say still not bothering to look her in the face.

"Ya sorry for keeping you guys waiting... sorry you had to see me like that." She says and slides a bikini top on. You didn't say anything, still refusing to look at her. She smiled and walked towards you, she turned around so her back was facing you and you looked up in confusion. "Can you tie the strings?" She moves her hair out of the way and you sigh. You raise your hands and grab the strings and brought them to her back. You tied it up and smiled.

"All right." You say and turn around to walk out the door but stopped when you felt a hand encase your wrist.

"Y/n, are you ok?" She asks letting go of your wrist.

"I-I." You stutter then shy away from her gaze. "I like you, Cindy." You look up and look at her deep in her eyes in confidence.

"If I would have known you liked me I would have done something first." She says.

"What are you saying?"

"Y/n, I like you too." You were in shock and Cindy giggled.

"Oh, thought you liked someone else." You admit.

"No.” She shakes her head and your press your lips together. There was awkwardness in the air and Cindy’s face started going red and she walked back to grab a shirt and slip it on. “We should go back, they are going to get suspicious. She didn’t get past the door when you grabbed her arm and pulled her in front of you and leaned down to kiss her. She took in a deep breath and her eyes widened. She noticed what was happening and melted into the kiss. You pulled away and her head tried to capture your lips again.

“You look really good in that bathing suit by the way.”