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

“𝓢𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓻

𝓓𝓸 𝓲𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱,

𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝓪 𝓵𝓲𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮 𝓽𝓸𝓸 𝓶𝓾𝓬𝓱! “

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

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

Nick isn’t an inherently violent person.

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

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

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

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

To you, Nick will always be safe.

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

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

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

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

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

“You ruined your makeup.”

You frown, worried. “Do I look bad?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Having fun?”

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

“Im so sorry!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Thank you.”

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

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

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

“Thank you, angel. I love it.”

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

“Do you want to go back to my cabin?”

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

“Tired?” He asks.

“Mhm.”

“C’mere.”

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

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

“Okay, Nicky. Thank you.”

Oh, how precious.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But maybe it can be used for other sights.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The next day Tommy Slater teaches you archery.

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

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

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

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

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

And Nick can’t have that, can he?

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

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

He’s such a good friend.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Probably not.” You reply.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yay!”

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

And that night, Nick introduces you to weed.

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

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

And then you catch sight of his camera.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“If you want.”

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

“Yes sir.”

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

“Good girl.”

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

So cute, Nick thinks. And all mine.

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

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

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

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

“Do you really think so?”

“I think you’re perfect.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.” You utter softly.

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

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

You shake your head.

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

“N-Nick, c’mon-“

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes. Yes, daddy, I-“

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

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

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

“No. Stay right here.”

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

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

“Crawl.”

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

You’ll do anything for him.

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

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

“Take your shirt off, sweetheart.”

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

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

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

“I was just joking, angel.”

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

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

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

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

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

You hesitate, not really knowing what to do.

“Can you teach me, sir?”

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

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

“Give me a kiss.”

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

“Do you feel safe with me?”

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

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

“Do you trust me?”

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

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

“Good. You only need me.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Remember to breathe through your nose, sweetness.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Nicky, please..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“That’s my girl.”

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

“Daddy- c-can’t, ‘s too much..”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Love you, daddy, love you so much!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Needy, baby?”

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

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

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

“No panties, sweetheart?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“W-What?”

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

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

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

“Answer me!”

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

“Good.”

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

“Now fucking cum for me.”

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

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

It should upset you more than it does.

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

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

“What’s wrong?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

@itsthatonegirl

[mordredisacoolname]

FEAR STREET HEADCANONS - DATING THE OPPOSITE "SIDER"

MALE READER

Characters: Tommy, Alice, young Ziggy, Cindy, Kate, young Nick, simon

CW: couple of curse words

(didn't include Deena and Sam cause I'm pretty sure they're lesbians)

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Young Ziggy Berman

-she hates your ass

-she thinks you're posh and annoying

-one day you walk in on her preparing a prank for someone from Sunnyvale

-but you don't tell anyone

-she next day when the prank takes action she sees you trying to to laugh, you make I contact and just burst out laughing

-you came up to her after to tell her how her prank was genius

-"I don't know what you're talking about" she smirks

-"right, of course, but if you happen to see does know what I'm talking about tell her I know a couple of tricks she might like" you say and walk away

-two days later you hear someone knocking at your door at night

-surprise surprise, it's Ziggy

-"I may or may not be doing something for tomorrow" Ziggy walks away for you to follow her

-and you do.

-that night a lot of things changed for you both

Cindy Berman

-you don't care about this kind of things

-you already been dating for a couple of months

-you don't care what others say, you love that girl

-one day you Ziggy gets in trouble, and Cindy being Cindy tries to argue with her

-so Ziggy spits out how Cindy only started dating you to "fit in" with the Sunnyvales

-you stand there in shock looking disappointed at Cindy

-before she has the chance to speak to you, you walk away

-a few days later you have to work together

-"so, was everything just a lie? Did you just use me?"

-"no! I mean, at first yes, but.."

-"I can't believe it" you were hurt

-"please 'name', just hear me out! I did start dating you because I wanted to fit in, be like everyone else, but I cought feeling for you, I...I love you!"

-it takes time for you to trust her again

-but you come back together eventually

Kate Schmidt

-you have a kind of friendly rivealry relationship

-every game you meet up and jokingly insult each other

-it just becomes a habit, and you start wandering when you're gonna see her again

-one night you ask her for a quick chat

-away from everyone

-you can't wait anymore, so you just tell her how you feel

-her smile disappears, and she just leaves you standing there

-you think about this all of the game

-how you fucked up, and how you lost Kate

-after the game you feel so devastated

-but Kate runs up to you and drags you to the same spot you took her before

-she kisses you, smiling

-and than she just leaves

-it makes your night

Young nick good

-he always ignores you

-every time you speak at a game or council he looks at you with raised eyebrows, looks away, and continues to talk

-you actually think he's one of the least annoying Sunnyvales

-but you don't like the way he ignores you

-one day you get in trouble with Joan and her boyfriend

-he breaks it up and leads you away

-"what do you want" you're so annoyed, he probably wants something from you

-"what? Nothing, I just saved you from being thrown out of the camp"

-"and am I supposed to believe a Sunnyvale council just saved a shadyside guy he hates just because of kindness?"

-"wha- I don't hate you"

-"sure thing" you storm out

-the next few days you do everything to avoid him, not wanting to face whatever be has for you

-but it doesn't last for long

-you and Ziggy decides to prank some loser Sunnyvale

-but the thing is someone saw you

-"it was that scumbag, 'name', I saw him yesterday"

-you were fucked, now you're definitely gonna get thrown out

-"no, he was with me the whole night, helped me clean the cafeteria" nick came forward

-of course they believed him, he was the sheriff's son

-so you got of with just detention

-you were cleaning the stable when you saw nick coming up to you

-"I didn't as-"

-"I don't hate you, I hate that I like you" his eyes stared at you intensely

-you couldn't believe your ears

-you just stood there dumbfounded

-"but..I realized" he continued "he doesn't have to know"

-and than he kissed you

Simon kalivoda

-literally doesn't give two fucks about who you are and who knows what and who thinks what

-her likes you? You like him? That's all you need

-you always meet after school hanging out

-youre not afraid of going into the shadyside part, but you're worried when Simon goes to visit you

-anyway, that boy lives pda

-so if it was a secret you're dating (for your sake) it won't be one for long

Tommy slater

-he actually doesn't care

-at first he was a little wary yes, but after he got to know you he absolutely doesn't care what side you are

-but he's still unsure about being public

-so you date in secret

-its fun at the beginning, but starts to annoy you later on

-your want to do couple stuff with him like others, not hide your love

-you talked to him a couple times about this

-no your fifth time you threaten to leave him

-because you're really tired of this constant hiding

-always looking over your shoulder so no one sees you

-so after a few days apart he randomly walk up to you and kisses you on the cheek

-after that day he asks you if it was ok, he's not sure you like pda

-defenda you to everyone how talks shot about you

Alice

-youre kinda enemies at first

-always bickering and insulting each other

-at some point it becomes kinda fun

-its just your thing now

-your end up spending more time together

-not your choice obviously

-you both realize the other is not so bad as you thought

-so you start hanging out out of choice

-you two get very close

-smoking pot together

-talking about random shit

-one night she just kisses you

-youre unseparatable after that

[reareaotaku]

Nick Goode Headcanons

Prone to jealous

Like hardcore

He wants people to know you're not available

Also very protective

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

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

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

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

He seems like your Knight in Shining armor

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

He's a control freak

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

^ He still has an imagine to uphold

He's very caring to a certain point

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

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

^ It's just a way to control you

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

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

[carlsworldsworld]

head canon young!nick goode just after the 78’ massacre finding out his gf from camp is pregnant (he had a heavy breeding kink for sure)

No he def had a breeding kink, cant convince me otherwise

•The night of the color war, he knew what was going to happen, you were Shadyside, he was sunnyvale, he didn’t want anything happening to his precious girlfriend.

•He was fucking up into you, you in top of him, your head in his neck as your letting out whines.

“Can I fill you up baby?”

“Yeah? ‘S that what you want? Me breeding you?”

•He had his thumb on your tongue, you unable to respond as you continued to bounce on top of him, tip of his cock hitting your cervix.

•When you finally finished around him, he flipped the both of you over, pushing your legs over his shoulder as he fucked into you, pushing deep into you as he finally came.

•When he pulled out he sat back, watching as his cum dropped out of you before he pushes his fingers into you.

“Gotta keep you nice and full”

•When the whole massacre was over, the both of you were separated, you in the hospital since you had been attacked by Tommy, you and Nick hadn’t spoken in months.

•When the both of you finally met up you had found out you were pregnant, you were so nervous to tell him.

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It’s 3 am rn so i might just make a pt 2

[lxstfathier]

Stars

Kinktober day 18 - orgasm denial

Nick Goode x Reader

“Please, Nick!” you beg, squirming on his lap as two of his fingers are knuckles deep inside your wet cunt, pumping and curling them slightly to reach that soft spot that makes you see stars.

He has been doing that for the past hour, working you up to your highest peak, just to stop at the last second and leave you all whiny and frustrated for not reaching that orgasm.

“Please what, sweetheart?” Nick asks, taking his fingers out to place a soft smack to your swollen clit.

“I- i wanna cum, please” you answer, trying to buck your hips against his hand.

“Too bad” he says with a chuckle, tightening his grip on your neck and pressing you even more to his chest, as a clear way to show his dominance. “I am the one who decides whenever you cum, and right now you can’t. So be a good girl and stop begging for it, yeah?”

You just nod, feeling his fingers slide inside you again, ready to take the torture once more.

[thatoneyanderewriter]

Love or Obsession?

pairing(s): young!yandere!nick goode x shadysider!reader, platonic!ziggy berman x reader.

summary: after seeing you with tommy, nick’s not sure what he feels for you is love or obsession. but one thing’s for sure, you’re his.

warnings: toxicity, gore, blood, murder(?), manipulation, obsession, yandere, tommy becomes possessed lol, possession, mentions of sacrificing, mature language.

i wasn’t sure if I should add a spoiler warning considering the three movies have been out for some time now so I didn’t add one. sorry! but enjoy. and don’t really worry it doesn’t go by the plot of the movies anyway(mostly).

You were a camper. And he was a counselor. Okay, you weren’t that young. Only two years younger than he was. You wouldn’t deny having a small attraction for Nick Goode, Sheriff Goode’s son and the king of Sunnyvale.

Though he didn’t have a huge ego like you had expected. In fact, he was down to earth and kind, and kind of introverted. You shared similar hobbies. But you were a shadysider and sunnyvalers didn’t particularly get along with Shadysiders.

It was an normal day, well, a normal Sunny day. You definitely liked nature, but was worn out from the hiking and activities.

“Worn out? Tommy teased. “Kind of yeah, you chuckle. He wasn’t that much older than you yet a counselor. You didn’t even plan on becoming one anyway.

Yeah, you liked helping out with children but wanted a better job and focus on studies at the same time. “Hey, it’s fine, he assured you.”some of these kids never run out of energy.”

“I know right? You chuckle. Neither of you noticed that Nick had been glaring daggers right into Tommy’s skull. He was pissed. More so jealous. That you were the one Tommy was interested in. Everyone knew that.

Including him. And he needed to do something about it. He felt something for you, that he knew for sure. But wasn’t sure on what. Love or Obsession? Could it be both.

It had been passed down from family to family. Sacrifices. Possessions. And it was Nick’s turn. He already had a name in mind. At that moment, he decided Tommy would be the perfect candidate for possession. And kill all. Then you wouldn’t be so interested in him now would you?

Shadyside wasn’t a shithole for no reason. And as everyone suspected, it was a curse. Placed by Solomon Goode all those years ago back in 1666.

You suddenly trip, but Tommy caught you before you fell. You laughed. "You're a life saver. I swear." He blushed. "It's no big deal, Y/n."

You smile. "Well, I mean, i think so. You're so sweet. You know, helping everyone." "That's what a counselor does... He smiles, before rushing over to help with the next activity.

You didn't know then, that would be the final time you would see Tommy before hell broke loose. You grew tired so eventually you fell asleep quite early. Normally, You were up and ready.

When suddenly, You hear screams. You leave your cabin quick. "Y/N! Ziggy yells. "Ziggy! What's happening? You exclaim. "The witch... she possessed Tommy... Ziggy said.

"No... You frown."Not him. Why him?" Ziggy replies,”I don’t know we just have to go! I don’t want you to die!”

“I won’t, just promise me you won’t, and you’ll live, You say, standing close by your best friend. “I promise, she replies.

You both ran for your lives. You always believed that witch shit even though you shouldn’t. Because last summer, you found something you shouldn’t.

Back then you were a skeptical of the Sarah Fier Legend. A curse on Shadyside, Really? You knew the town had bad luck but a curse was out of reach.

Then you found a ritual. someone who worshipped satan or whatever had a place to go for that. And look what you found. The names of each shadyside killer carved into rocks no human could’ve done with their bare hands.

And it seemed quite obvious that Sarah fier was behind it. After all, she wanted revenge. But that was before Tommy’s name had been put into it. Which explained why Nurse Lane attacked him.

You didn’t want to admit it but she should’ve. It would’ve prevented a huge massacre. But you adored tommy. Though oblivious to his obvious feelings for you.

You two ran for a while until you screamed,”Tommy!” He was right in front of you and was about to strike but turned his attention to Ziggy.

“No! You yell and as he was about to you move her out of the way, both of you unharmed. “Y/N, you could’ve died! I can’t lose you! She said.

“Look, we’re both okay? And it was odd, he didn’t even… try to kill me, You say. “I know, maybe his feelings for you were why, ziggy blurted.

“What? You say. “Oh, She said. "You didn’t know? It was so obvious he was in love with you.” “I thought he was into Cindy… You say. “No, she’s into Alice and everyone also knows that, Ziggy said.

"Whatever, we need to hide! He killed Jeremy, Jesse, Stacey and More kids! You yell, sobbing but tried not to. Ziggy nods. You grew up with her, if you lost her, you wouldn't know how to live.

You run with her, her hand in yours, you didn't want to let go. "Hey look! I found somewhere we could hide... Ziggy begins."Fuck, Cindy! Where is she?"

"Where did you see her last? You asked. "I-I don’t remember, we just should find her, Ziggy said. "Also, I locked Sheila in the bathroom." "Good one, You said. "But she could be killed. Plus, I heard something about Cindy and Alice going somewhere involving Sarah Fier."

"Okay, come on! Ziggy said, you run to the bathroom but now you were growing exhausted. "Sheila? You say. "Fucking Shadysider Bitch! Sheila replied. "Did you lock me in here?"

"Y/n didn't, I did... But come on, Ziggy entering the bathroom before Sheila began attacking her. You pulled her off of Ziggy. ”Calm down. there’s a killer and you have to leave or-“

“Of course it’s always a shadysider huh? Sheila said. "I mean, you’re the reason this shit is happening.” “Shut the fuck up, you don’t know what’s going on first of all, You say, laced with venom in your voice. "Second, I think we can all agree none of us want to die so-“

“Hello! Cindy said, and you could hear her voice. "Can anybody hear us?” Ziggy realized like you that it was Cindy and follows the voice. Only to see them under the bathroom.

“What are you guys doing there? You say. “Oh thank fucking god, Alice said. “It’s a long story but… can you help us out? Cindy said.

“Yeah of course, You reply. Ziggy come help me.” “No hesitation, Ziggy said, relief that her sister was okay. You help them up. Apparently Tommy was possessed first there. He killed Alice's stoner friend, Arnie.

"Wow, You said, hearing everything. "I mean, i knew of the whole ritual stuff. But-" "You knew he would be possessed? Ziggy asked. You shook your head."No, But i knew then this witch shit was real."

"Oh."

"In order to stop this, we need to reunite her hand with her body, Cindy said. You nodded. You noticed how she held onto Alice's hand. You hadn't seen Nick, Will, Joan or Kurt in a while. Which made you wonder if they were murdered too.

Nick was acting kind of lately, you didn't know why. But either way, you had to find out. "Well, where is her body? I don't think she had been buried anywhere near here, You point out.

"Y/n's right, Ziggy agreed. "Look, she is, Alice said, moving the book in front of you. You read and looked it over. "Holy shit she is, You exclaimed.

"Fuck, Ziggy said. "Which is why we could bury her hand with her body, we know where her hand is too, Cindy explained. You nodded. "Then what are we waiting for? We could end this curse now."

"Okay, Cindy said. "Come on." Sarah Fier's hand was in the front on fhe table. It soon made sense why she had been buried under the tree where she had been hung. But when you accidentally touched her skeletal hand, you saw everything. You wiped your bloody nose. "I saw the witch. She was pissed. So we we should hurry up."

You grabbed any weapons you could. Even if you didn't know if you could kill or hurt anybody. But before Alice could even kill, Tommy killed her. Cindy angrily lunged at him, and so did you.

Your eyes were filled with tears but you didn't let them fall. "Alice, don't die on us, You said softly. "Please." However, she took her last breath and became another victim. But everyone couldn't mourn for long.

Everyone heard someone singing. "Ruby Lane, You said. "Come on, we have to go." Cindy was naturally reluctant but agreed. Somehow, you got lost from Cindy and Ziggy, who you figured were digging.

As you walked, hoping you could find your way back, you bumped into Nick. "Nick! You're okay! You said, sighing of relief. "Y/N, where were you.. He said, his voice filled with concern. "I... think we could end this curse, You said."

"Y/n, come on, this witch stuff isn't real, he just went crazy, Nick said. "No, Nick, I saw her, She's pissed, I saw the fucking witch! You exclaim. Tommy, the sweet guy you knew, didn't just go crazy. Neither did Nurse Lane. She was right. Of course she had been.

"Hey, this will all be over, Nick assures you, suddenly hugging you, pulling you close while you cried on his shoulder, not seeing the smirk on his face.

Everything was going according to plan.

[cherriqa]

+.*i get those goosebumps every time*.+

SUMMARY: he just cant shake the feeling that somebody knows... let alone his own wife..

NICK GOODE (1994) X FEM! READER

MASTERLIST : HERE

AUTH NOTE: aahhhdgfgy first fic!! based on the song goosebumps by Travis Scott 😍😍😍😍 (update, it’s been like 5 months since i started writing this.. i’m so sorry 😭😭🫶🫶)

"hello?" you ask, twirling the landline phone cord between your index and middle finger. "shit, sorry hun.." you notice the voice instantly, its your husband Nick. "sorry forr..?" you trail off, now curious. "um.. ill be home late again." his voice is low and laced with slight malice. "oh." is all you manage to say. you turn to look back in the dining room. your children are sitting happily at the table, eating spaghetti bowls.

"are you upset?" he questions, slightly nervous. "no! its fine.. ill put your food in the fridge then.." you mumble into the speaker. he sighs before speaking again. "listen, i gotta go but ill be back when you wake up. promise." he tries to sound as cheery as possible, but you can see right through the act. "okay, bye! i love you." you murmur with a small smile as the line clicks.

something is up, you can tell. you set the phone down before heading into the dining room and picking up your husbands plate. your daughter looks up at you, her curly pigtails bouncing as she swings her legs off the chair. “mommy… where’s daddy..?” she asks, her voice laced with worry. “baby, he’s fine.. he’s just caught up with work again.” you manage a smile. she nods before going back to eating.

about 4 hours later, you hear the door open and the familiar leather shoe footsteps. your husband in all his glory walks into the living room. “well hi there..” Nick says with a small grin. he walks over to you, sitting beside you on the sofa. “how was work..?” you ask, resting your head on his shoulder. he shrugs, “boring, as per usual.” the way he says it makes you giggle. “you’re sweaty, my love.” you kiss his cheek, making him smile again.

“ouch.” he jokes, standing up again. “i’ll go have a shower then.” you nod and watch as he turns around. “and by the way, could you find me that book.. um.. the one about criminology!” he recalls, to which you respond with a small “yup!” before you too, stand up.

you hear him walk up the stairs as you reach the bookshelf. as you look around, you spot a small knob out of the corner of your eye. you try to ignore it, thinking your vision is just playing tricks on you again. that is, until a passing train nearby causes the knob to rattle. you quirk your eyebrow, setting the newly found book down on the coffee table before inspecting the round knob closer.

as you get a better look, you realise that it belongs to a trapdoor that you happen to have never noticed. ‘strange..’ you think to yourself before turning it slowly. you’d think it’d be locked, considering you’ve never noticed it in your 8 years of living in your house. but it isn’t. the door slowly creaks open and the light from inside the living room shines into the small space.

upon further inspection, you spot a few candles, all of which definitely had been lit within the last few hours considering the faint smell of candle smoke. but also another thing worth noting, the two large stones with writing etched into them. one’s been fully covered, the second having almost just been started. you can only read the last 3 lines of the second stone.

RUBY LANE

THOMAS SLATER

RYAN TORRES

you make a face, weird that the last three shady side killer names are etched into.. wait.

what..?

[megantheestallion-ismypresident]

I want more Fear street fanfics on Tumblr, especially kate and ziggy.

[bloatedandalone04]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Michael,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “Six seventy,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  You nod. “Thank you, sheriff,”

  “Nick,” 

  “Nick, sorry,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

  “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

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

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

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

[pappydaddy]

perfect strangers ii (n.g.)

warnings, synopsis, etc listened in the series discretion linked here. not proofread.

warnings: gun is prominent in this fic | manipulation | lying | betrayal | shock | catatonic state | dead body | death | being hunted | almost dying | shooting/shots fired | panic | police interactions with reader | reader being arrested | arresting scene not being realistic bc i did not want to write it how American police would handle it

this is a very dark fic, reader’s discretion is advised. please, if you do not think you can handle this level of darkness, stop reading immediately. also, if you feel uncomfortable/triggered/etc. stop reading immediately!! your mental health and safety is more important than reading a fic!

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- not my gif -

The night had fallen. With each camper in their respective spots, all armed with a plan and an urge to win for their side of town, the game was in full swing. Y/N, who was hiding out in the thick bushes surrounding the building housing their flag, couldn’t shake the slight difference she felt. Every year, the capture the flag game was intense, but this year it almost felt darker. There was an unrecognisable chill to the air, the kind of chill you get when you watch horror movies, like a killer could jump out at any moment and slaughter them all. “Wouldn’t it be better if we move around the woods? Find the Sunnyvalers before they get to our flag?” A camper asked Y/N, pulling her from her head. 

  Clearing her throat, Y/N tried to play her nerves off like it was all due to the game. “No, we’re far enough from the shack to see all vantage points the Sunnyvalers would take that we can intercept them before they could even get into the shack,” She explained the plan again with a bit of strictness in her voice. Within the thick bushes, they were completely invisible. If Y/N was just being paranoid, they would have all the stealth needed for this game. If she wasn’t being paranoid, they would be safe from whatever maniac was terrorizing a summer camp full of kids. “Remember, we have to stay completely silent, you want to win this right?” 

  The group nodded as she flicked her eyes over each one. Suddenly, one of the female campers lit up, pointing. “Look, it’s Tommy, he kinda looks weird,” Her quiet voice trailed off. Quickly, Y/N turned her head, remaining in her crouched position, her eyes landing on the slightly older counsellor. He seemed to move with vigour, as if he was on a mission. It also seemed like he was locked in a trance, his eyes locked on the shack. Gulping, Y/N was put off by the sudden thickness in the air. As soon as they all saw the silver gleam of the axe blade in the moonlight, they all stilled, but Y/N caught sight of the liquid dripping off it. “Why does he have an axe?” The camper’s voice, still quiet as she could be, quivered in fear. 

  “I don’t know, but I want you guys to look down at the ground, no matter what happens, stay here and stay quiet unless I tell you otherwise.” She ordered them, the tone in her whispered voice not leaving them any room for arguments. She had no idea what was going on with Tommy, he was a perfectly respectable, goofy guy who charmed the heart of Cindy Berman, the uptight older sister to the carefree Ziggy; but right now, something was going on and Y/N had the inkling that it had to do with the feeling she had earlier. 

  Watching closely, ready to spring into action, Y/N watched as Tommy started up the stairs of the shack, his boots clunking into the night. Pushing the door open, she watched as he surveyed the room, but he made no further moves to enter the cabin. The way he stood, the look in his eyes. He was looking for people to murder. A chill ran up her spine as she mentally hoped the kids within the cabin stayed wherever they were hiding.

  The campers behind Y/N whimpered, covering their ears, but it did very little for them. They knew what Tommy was trying to do. His slow, sauntering steps struck more fear into all their veins, knowing he was heading farther into the cabin. Thoughts swirled in Y/N’s head as she fought to come up with a plan as fear tried to overpower her brain. She had to keep these kids safe. They were in her care. Above everything, these kids had to make it out alive. The sound of a bang like an axe hitting the hardwood floor within the cabin echoed throughout the night, making the group flinch, but otherwise stay silent.  

  The night fell silent again, but that did little to ease Y/N. The silence meant that Tommy had not found whatever he was looking for in the cabin and he would be leaving - heading closer to base camp which meant he was coming right by them. “This is really important, do not move, do not make a sound, and stay hidden.” Y/N spoke to the campers, glancing back to see them all curled in on themselves, their hands buried between their needs, their bodies shaking as their whimpers were muffled and their ears covered. Pulling back from the little hole in the bushes she was using as a peephole, she could hear the slow, sauntering steps of Tommy. She could imagine him, his bloody axe dripping with thick, dark crimson blood as he stood on the porch, surveying the dark woods only illuminated by the moonlight slipping through the tops of the trees - looking for more victims to claim. 

  Squeezing her eyes closed, she wished to hear the thundering footsteps moving away from them. As if hearing her wishes, Tommy’s footsteps sounded along the wooden porch again before she could hear his boots scuffing against the dirt paths, beaten down from the years of campers moving freely through the camp grounds. Listening intently, she knew he was only five feet away from them, the bushes they cowered under covering them completely. His footsteps got quieter and quieter as he paced away from them until they were unable to hear them anymore. 

  “Okay, I am going to go into the shack, you guys stay here until I come to get you. If he comes back, wait until he comes into the shack with me then run like hell back to base camp. From there, there is a phone in the nurse’s cabin. Dial 9-1-1 and tell them to get here as fast as they can. Then, lock yourselves in the closet, it has a double door with handles, the only doors that have them in the entire camp. There is a broom in that closet, put that through the handles with the broom head in the air, it will stop him from getting in to you if he finds you. Okay?” Y/N rushed, breathless. With more whimpers and wide eyes, her campers all nodded.

  “Okay, I’ll be right back. Remember everything I told you if he comes back.” With that, she stood up, head swivelling to survey the grounds. There wasn’t anyone else around, the woods around them silent. Taking a deep breath, she pushed herself through the bushes, not caring that the branches scraped her legs up, she barely felt the pain with all the adrenaline and thoughts swirling around her body anyway. 

  Running for the shack, she wanted to get out of the open area as fast as she could. It was highly unlikely that he would come back to the place he already attacked, but this was also the place one of the flags was held, it was to be a high activity spot once the Sunnyvalers realised where the Shadyside flag was hidden. Pulling open the old door, she instantly gasped. Laying there, as soon as you opened the door was one of the Shadyside counsellors, his face pressed against the floor, the only thing telling her it was a counsellor was his Shadyside counsellor shirt. He didn’t even see it coming. Her body began to shake as she stared at the unrecognisable man. She hadn’t even heard him killed, but by the looks of it, his head was split. That must have been what the thud was. 

  Sucking in a deep breath, she let out the breath, trying to shuffle around the limp and unrecognisable body. She wasn’t sure why she thought this was a good idea, but she came in here to do something, she just had to figure out what fast. Looking around, she took in the shack. This shack, she realised what it was. It used to be the gamekeeper’s shack for the camp. He used to monitor the grounds, make sure there were no dangerous animals lurking around the woods, kept the grounds maintained, and even acted as security when there was an escaped murderer when Y/N was younger. “If everything's the way he left it, his gun should still be here.” She realised. 

 The gamekeeper had been a man who held his right to bear arms close to his patriotic heart - something that made Y/N had always questioned why someone would hire him to be a gamekeeper at a summer camp with kids, but right now, she was thankful. After he had died, nobody had touched the shack except the curious kids who created ghost stories surrounding the shack meaning everything was the same as the first time she had ventured in here. Without looking at the ground beneath her too hard, she rushed towards the lining closet. She wasn’t sure if the owners of the camp would have been able to get into the old man’s safe to remove the guns or if they even cared, but she was looking for anything to help. As much as she wished there was a manual to dealing with situations such as this, there wasn’t so she was flying by the seat of her pants. 

  Opening the closet, she saw the safe nestled on the floor under the last shelf of the closest. The smell of moth-eaten and musty sheets hit her like a freight train, but she ignored it. A few moths fluttered out at her face, but once again, she was unbothered. She wasn’t going to be able to break into a safe, she had no idea how to pick them. Blinking at the turn dial, Y/N took a second to figure out how she was going to do this. “He’s got tools in here, I remember,” She exclaimed, pulling the toolbox off the shelf just above the safe, opening it with fumbling hands. “This is a cheap safe, if I dent the top enough, I could pry it off with the pry bar.” She theorised, pulling out his hammer. 

  It was almost as if fate was on her side at the moment - the safe was on wheels. Pulling it out, she readjusted her grip on the hammer. This was going to make a huge sound, but since nobody had come running from the sound of the suspicious thud, she felt as though she was safe from anyone overhearing. However, the thought of Tommy making his way back weighed on her mind. If he was nearby, he would hear it and come running back. “No. I need to do this. The longer I take, the more danger the campers are in.” With that, she used all her might to wind the hammer back. With both hands gripping the hammer, she held it over her head, eyes locked on the middle of the cover, eyeing her target. With a grunt, she jumped as she struck the safe, adding more weight to the strike. 

  The clang of metal on metal vibrated around her, surely leaking out of the open cabin door. Letting the hammer clatter to the floor, she saw the sides lifting off enough for her to wedge the pry bar in it. Hands wrapping around the old, rusted, and freezing cold pry bar, she jammed it under the bulge. With all her might, she pushed down on the hooked end, the metal creaking and warping due to the presser. The old metal was malleable and easy to pry up so that Y/N could slip her hand in. Dropping the pry bar, she crouched down, her whole forearm plunging into the old safe without a second thought of what kind of bugs could have squeezed their way in there over the course of time. Swallowing down the slight realisation that there could be thousands upon thousands of starving spiders in there, her fingers blindly skirted around the selection of guns. 

  The rough metal scratched her as she reached her arm farther, fingers wrapping around one. Quickly and with a cry of victory, she pulled it out, seeing the gleaming silver in the dim moonlight pouring in through the open door. Gulping, she felt hot fear travelling through her body. Her father had guns, she had seen them and he taught her all about them, but she had never held one. She detested guns, but right now she wasn’t thinking about herself. She needed to take Tommy down before he could hurt any other kids. 

  Swallowing down the fear, she inspected it, the metal clinking as she turned the handgun over in her hand, her finger lightly trailing down it. “Dad has this one, it takes a .45 ACP cartridge. I’m pretty sure it’s an AMT Hardballer.” For once, she was happy that her father drilled identifying characteristics of every single gun on the market to her - claiming it would help her greatly if she were ever in a situation where she had to identify a gun. 

  Setting the gun on the ground beside her knee, she shot her hand back into the safe blindly. She had felt cartridge boxes when feeling around for a gun, they were all stacked on the side closest to her. “Based on the position this gun was in,” She grunted quietly to herself, her tongue poking out as she tried to grab the box. She had obviously pulled the gun from the top of a pile meaning that gun was most likely the last one the gamekeeper had used. “The correct ammo should be-” She relaxed the tension in her body as her fingers gripped the box, pulling it up. “In this box-” She cut herself off, her breath hitching as she carefully manoeuvred the box out of the safe. “Fuck yes!” She exclaimed, pulling the box open. Grabbing a handful, she continuously stuffed some in the pockets of her jean shorts. 

  With newly shaking hands and staggered breath, she popped open the magazine. “If I remember correctly, this has a seven-round magazine.” She whispered, counting out seven bullets and dropping them carefully in the magazine, making sure she did it exactly how she saw her father and brother doing it multiple times before. Slamming the magazine back into the gun, she stood, the barrel pointed down just like her father taught her. 

  Before she left the closet, she reached up, grabbing the musty sheets, pulling two down. For a second, she had to wonder if she was too young to be dealing with this - having to cover the dead bodies of pre-teens. She couldn’t understand why Tommy would do something like this. He adored the children and the children adored him. They idolised him more than any other counsellor - the Goode’s included. Even the Sunnyvale campers liked him. Now, here he was, leaving a trail of bodies behind him. 

  “I am so sorry,” She whispered as she gently placed the sheets, not looking at anything other than the bloodstained hardwood. The bottoms of her white sneakers sounded as if she was walking in a puddle of water, but she knew better. She couldn’t look at him. She wouldn’t be able to move if she looked at him. She would break down, falling apart within seconds. “I am so sorry.” She repeated, her voice choking on a held back sob as she stood up, exiting the cabin. Pulling the door shut, she quickly made her way back towards the bushes. 

  “What happened in there? The campers are safe, right?” One of the boys asked fearfully, looking up at Y/N as she made her way back into the bushes, crouching. 

  “I didn’t see any campers in there. They must have been on a bathroom break and the counsellor covering for them left the flag unattended,” She lied. She didn’t want them to know that there was a dead body in there. If she hadn’t heard anything, then they hadn’t heard anything either. “Come on, we have to get you guys to base camp and we need to call the cops.” 

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  Traversing the woods at night was one of Y/N’s favourite things about camp. The way the moonlight filtered through the trees like strobes of light, the gentle breeze rusling the bushes. She never once thought the small little bumps and noises sounding from the veil of darkness surrounding her was anything dangerous. Now, she was jumping at even the slightest of noise, the gun clasped tightly in her hands, her finger on the trigger, ready to trigger the loaded bullet to be expelled from the barrel. 

  Letting out a shaky breath, eyes flicking around the darkness, she half expected Tommy to jump out, the blade of his axe shining as it cut through the air, aiming for the kids. Slowly lowering the gun, she glanced back at the equally as terrified kids behind her. Along their path to base camp, they came across some young Sunnyvalers, the ones still free from the nastiness of the rivalry. They had said they saw Tommy acting weird and Y/N told them to join their group. It made her question why Tommy had killed the Shadyside counsellor within a split second, but according to the Sunnyvale campers, he walked right by them as they met each other on the thin path. 

  She didn’t think too much as she started to walk carefully through the thick trees, trying her best to stay off the game trails running through the camp. The shaking and whimpering campers followed her, both nervous about getting lost and running into Tommy. They didn’t understand why Tommy was suddenly hunting them. He was the most liked counsellor at Camp. He was the fun-loving, goofy older boy who all the campers looked up to and adored. Tommy adored the kids equally as much. It made no sense why he was lurking around the camp dead set on killing Shadysiders. 

  The small, fallen branches broke under their feet as they walked, putting everyone on edge, but they continued on. “Okay, now, we’re going to have to be out in the open, the woods are too thin by base camp to hide us. We move fast, we stay vigilant. If anyone sees Tommy, you tell me and I’ll take care of it.” They were still a few yards from base camp, but the woods were significantly thin within those few yards. Earning nods from the group, she led them into the openness of the game trail. On the other side of the beaten path, the trees were spaced out, allowing more moonlight to rain down onto the floor of the forest. 

  Pausing for a second, the group couldn't help but to take a second to survey the surroundings. The night was silent, not even the chirps of crickets or croaks of frogs. There had never been a night this silent at camp. As a collective, they all started moving again, twigs snapping as they hiked their knees up, stepping over the young trees barely three feet from the ground. Weight settled upon Y/N’s shoulders as she couldn’t help but to think that they were all too young to deal with this. She was too young to deal with this. 

  Swallowing down the upcoming anxiety and panic, she trudged forward. Eyes locked harshly with the distant glow of the dusk to dawn lights of the main camp. Suddenly, just like fog rolling off water, a sudden chill rolled over them, causing the group to stop. In the exposed moonlight, they could see the dirt, scraps, twigs, and dead leaves that they acquired during their trek in the woods. Dirt caked and scraped faces, legs, and arms were all frozen as they held their breaths, feeling a burning in their backs. 

  Gulping, Y/N slowly turned her head to the side, the silhouette of Tommy’s hulking figure was hooded by the darkness, hidden in the moon’s blindspot, but the head of the axe was gleaming ever so brightly, fresh crimson blood dripping onto the dirt path he stood on. “Run. Run now. Go to the nurse’s cabin in that closet I was telling you about,” She whispered to the group, trying to stay as still as she could. It seemed that as long as they didn’t make sudden movements, Tommy was happy stalking them. “Go now!” She yelled to the group as they stood there, shaking but unmoving. Her shout echoed into the dense night, a few birds flying from their resting spots - disturbed from their slumber. 

  Jolting the kids from their frozen states, they all ran past her. The sudden movement of the group made Tommy lurch into action. His axe swung from side-to-side as he ran towards them. Y/N stood firm, raising her gun with both hands, seemingly unnerved by the large, deranged teen running straight at her. As the moonlight hit him, she could see his usually vibrantly bright blue eyes seemed dead, as if there were no thoughts ranging in his head - it was almost as if he were possessed. 

  Y/N’s mouth fell open as his eyes sent chills running along her spine, but she couldn’t let him reach her. Her finger, that had been resting on the trigger of the gun pushed down, her body rocking as the bullet was discharged. Within seconds, the bullet lodged into Tommy’s shoulder, blood splattering like someone tossed a rock into a puddle of water. A grunt left Tommy’s lips as his body jolted from the force, stumbling backwards. “What the hell?” Y/N questioned in panic as Tommy continued to move towards her as if he hadn’t just been shot. 

  Moving backwards as fast as she could, she moved the aim of the gun, pushing the trigger once again. Her body jerked again as the gun recoiled from the blast of the bullet. With a squish and another splatter of blood, the bullet lodged into Tommy’s thigh, his movements stuttering again from the force of the hit, but he continued forward still. Frozen for a second, Y/N’s brain tried to figure out the next move. If bullets weren’t slowing him down, she had no other choice. Her body reacting quickly, she turned on her heel and ran towards base camp. 

  Gun swinging by her side, she was hyper aware of the running footsteps behind her. Low hanging branches whipped her in the face, fallen trees and uprooted roots attempted to trip her, but she pushed through. Her chest burning, her legs threatening to quit on her, and her side crawling with a painful cramp. The grunts and heavy breathing of Tommy melted away as tears started to run down her face. Even if she got to base camp, Tommy was hot on her heels with no clear way to stop him. No matter what she did at this point, she was sure death was upon her. Her life to be taken at the hands of Tommy and his axe. A sob-like gasp escaped her as she finally broke through the treeline, her feet hitting the soft, manicured grass of the base camp. 

  She didn’t even give herself a chance to look around at the empty cabins and buildings, instead heading right towards the mess hall. Her body shook with sobs, her face wet with tears, her brain coming to terms with the fact that she was going to die, but she still pushed forward. If she was going to die, she was going to go down fighting. Her now dirty white sneakers hit the first step to the mess hall, but she was yanked back by a sudden hand grabbing her forearm. A scream pierced through the silence of the main camp area, her eyes closing tightly as the person turned her to face her. “No, please, Tommy!” She pleaded, her head thrashing to the side as she didn’t want to see what was coming towards her. 

  The grasp on her forearm tightened, shaking her. “Don’t Tommy! Why are you doing this?” She sobbed, her body falling limp in the hold, trying to force Tommy to let go of her. In her fear, she wasn’t even questioning why Tommy wasn’t hacking her up into bits. He hadn’t hesitated to run at her in the woods, and he hadn’t hesitated killing the counsellor at the gamekeeper’s cabin. 

  “Y/N, it’s me! It’s me,” The desperate voice of the person holding her finally met her ears. Her body shook as the person tried to pull her from her terror. “You’re okay, I’m not going to hurt you. You’re safe with me.” His voice softened when he realised she had heard him. Her face relaxed, her eyebrows furrowing slightly as she questioned if she could trust her mind right now. Slowly, she let her eyes open and she turned her head to look at the person in front of her. 

  “Nick-” She breathed out a sigh of relief, pulling her arm from his loose grasp, launching herself at him. Arms around his shoulders, she was flush against him, enjoying his warmth and calming scent. A wave of tears washed over her again as one of his arms wrapped around her waist, the other one coming up to softly pet the back of her tangled hair that had leaves and branches woven into it. “Oh god, Nick. It’s horrible, I thought I was gonna die,” She sobbed into the crook of his neck where she had buried her face. “Bullets wouldn’t stop him. It was like he was supernatural or some shit!” 

  “You’re safe now, you’re good.” Nick soothed her the best he could, his voice not weavering for a second. Y/N often admired how brave Nick was. When she would call him in the middle of the night telling him she was scared due to the most recent Shadyside murder, he would find a way to sneak over to her side of town, not even worried about the murderer himself. She questioned how he could be so confident that he wouldn’t be a victim, but he always told her it was part of being a Goode. 

  “Tommy,” She choked out, pulling her head from Nick’s neck finally. Her puffy, red, and tear filled eyes met Nick’s sorrowful brown ones. Sniffling, she let her eyes scan around the dark camp for any sign of danger. “He’s got an axe. He killed Garrett,” She informed him of the death of their fellow counsellor. “I don’t know who else he killed. We have to call the Sheriff!” She urged, hiccuping as she tried to calm herself down, the tears welling up again. 

  “Hey, hey,” Nick gripped her shoulders, crouching slightly as she looked down at the ground. “I already called him. He’s coming, don’t worry.” He informed her, brushing some of her hair away from her dirt covered face. Of course he would have it all taken care of. The Sheriff was his illegitimate uncle, taking over for Nick’s father after his death.  

  “You were in the nurse’s office? Did a bunch of kids run in there?” She asked, realising that if he called his father, he would have been in the very building she told the kids to run to. She blinked up at him with wide eyes, hoping the kids had listened and that the reason Tommy didn’t get her was because he saw the kids. 

  “Yeah, they locked themselves in the closet, I told them to join the rest in the mess hall. But then I heard you, that’s why I ran out here,” His words allowed her to relax once more, knowing the kids are safe. “Are you okay?” He asked her quietly, eyes searching for any sign of discomfort, his thick eyebrows furrowing in concern and concentration. 

  “Yeah, I’m fine, but we have to save the kids-”

  “There is a bus coming to take everyone back to town, most of everyone is in the mess hall already,” Nick interrupted her, his voice calm as if a murderer wasn’t hunting people down. Y/N breathed out once again. “I was going to round the others up, Ziggy is already at the mess hall, maybe you should stay here and join them-” 

  “No,” She rolled her shoulders back, standing tall. “I’m going with you.” She declared. Nick’s dark eyes, that looked so deep, seemed to examine her for a moment. His lips pursed before he relented. 

  “All right, let’s go. The bus can’t be too far out now.” He sighed. With no other words exchanged, the couple walked back towards the woods with only a gun and each other against the horrors lurking in the night. 

[maydayblake]

Hurt ( Angst ⚠️ TW ⚠️ Death ) Nick Goode X Reader

You we're on your way to Science & Nature where he said he would be when you saw him talking with Ziggy. You walked closer to the window and bent down a bit so they couldn't see you. Seeing as Ziggy was the one facing your direction.

And you noticed how they we're getting closer to each other, your heart doing spins.

Of course he can have girl friends and you shouldn't be upset with him talking to her, it's not like your together. But you couldn't help it.

Then you watched as he leaned in and kissed her. You couldn't believe it. He had been giving you mixed signals for so long and made you think that he likes you, only for you to find this.

You stepped back from the window when you tripped onto smth and fell on your butt that made a loud noise. You quickly scrambled to your feet without hesitation and ran before they or anyone else could see you to save yourself from the embarrassment. Thankfully you succeeded.

And finally when you arrived to your cabin you finally let the tears fall. As you slid down the door, burying your face in your hands. You we're never the one to cry about situations like these but this is the first time your heart has ever been broken, and that just hurt too much.

Of course, I'm just an ordinary girl. Nothing special, while Ziggy, she's beautiful ( She Really Is ), kind, and of course that's why he fell for her. If I was him i would like - or in this case love her too.

You flinched when you heard banging on your door, looking up through the mini window to see Nick staring back at you. His gaze softened when he saw your smudged mascara and red, teary eyes. Your face flushed of embarrassment.

You quickly stood up, unlocked the door and walked away. Hearing him walk in and close the door behind him.

There was silence for a few minutes until he broke it.

" A-are you okay? ", he asked as he slowly walked closer to you, your back turned to him. You didn't want him to see you like this, how did he even?

" I'm fine ", " No you're not, I've heard that sentence way too many times ".

...

" Come on, talk to me ", you felt him put his hands around your waist to prevent you from moving away from him, he knew you, better than anyone else.

" I-I saw you with her... ", you felt your face getting hot, the embarrassment getting to you, you wanted to disappear now more than anything.

When he didn't say anything you started panicking, removing his hands and running out the door to the woods. Your tear stained face shining in the moonlight.

Until you saw someone walking in your direction, close to you. Your vision was blurry from the tears, but when you wiped your teary eyes you froze.

" Tommy..? ", you whispered, he was all bloody, and holding an axe. You screamed when he swung his axe in your shoulder, the impact made you fall on your back. Hissing in pain as snatched the axe from your shoulder, getting ready to swing at your face.

Three gunshots rang in the air and his body dropped down on the floor. You used all your strength and crawled over to him. Looking for a pulse. You started crying again when you couldn't find it.

" Brother... Please... ", you whispered out to him, hoping he could hear you. When you didn't get anything in return you clutched his body close to yours, hiding your face in his neck.

Police sirens rang in your ears, and the next thing you remember is being pulled away by someone and then you lost consciousness...

[coryosbaby]

hear me out basically during the ‘78 color war nick and reader sneak off😋😋

smut pls/if you want😭🙏

TY LOVE (yk who i am)

18+, MDNI !!

no and you’re a shadysider (which he bullies you for relentlessly) so you’re both on opposite teams. The both of you probably aren’t in a relationship (because you’re both in denial), and act like you hate each other around other people but in reality you’re both fucking like rabbits on the down low. And when the game begins you both don’t even try and fight each other— you just meet up at an empty spot and Nick grabs your hand and leads you into the woods and shoves you up against the nearest tree. Trailing kisses all over your neck and down your chest, sucking marks onto your collarbones <33. Lifting up the hem of your t shirt so he can get to your tits and massage them in his big hands. All the while your cunt practically ruts against his thigh, soaking your panties with your sticky arousal. It isn’t long before he’s spinning your body around and shoving your shorts down, the flimsy fabric hanging halfway off of one of your ankles as he lifts your leg up and rubs his tip up and down your folds. Big cock drooling against your tiny hole as he pushes himself inside your walls, your arms doing their best to wrap around the tree in front of you. Your cheek is smushed against the bark as Nick laces his hands through your hair, letting out a grunt as he begins to fuck into you.

“How long have you been wantin’ this, huh? You’re so tight, sweetheart.”

“All day,” you whine out, lashes fluttering. “Been wanting it all day.”

“Yeah?” His hips smack against yours as he increases his pace. “Dirty little shadysider just wants some good dick, huh? Needed someone to pound this fuckin’ pussy.”

Nodding your head, letting him hold it against the tree and scratch your cheek from the harshness of it as he uses his other hand to grip your calf. Looking down, he can’t help but go into a frenzy watching himself disappear in and out of your folds. He bites down on his lower lip.

“It’d be cute if I filled you up, wouldn’t it?” He says. “Got you all pretty and pregnant with my kid? Mm, yeah, you’d look real nice like that.”

Your eyes roll back, your hand flailing as you reach around to push on his hips. Too much, too much, too much.

But it doesn’t matter. He’s gonna make you take it because he knows that he has that much power over you. He laces his fingers through the ones pushing on his waist and holds them up against the tree. Lifting his shirt up with his teeth to watch you getting fucked some more. Rubbing your clit in between his thumb and forefinger, making you drool as you cream all over his cock. And then, one two or three more thrusts and he’s filling you up with sticky, wet release. He fucks it into you until your hole is overflowing, and when he pulls out he watches it drip down your thighs.

He takes your panties and cleans up your legs with them, and, to your horror, slides them back on you. Cringing at the feeling, you let out a whine. Nick’s fingers move to your chest and he meanly twists one of your nipples.

And the look on his face, god. He finds it so funny that he starts laughing hysterically. Frowning, you pout at him.

“Stop it, Nick! It’s not funny.”

“It’s very funny, shadysider. Now pull your shorts back up and get going, I have a game to win.”

[mordredisacoolname]

Could you do FEAR STREET characters reacting to male! Reader being a badass in front of others but soft and shy with them?

Love Your contento btw <3

Hey, sorry it took so long, I'm very busy but I try to dedicate as much time as I can to writing, hope you like it

FEAR STREET HEADCANONS - BEING BADASS WITH OTHERS BUT SOFT WITH THEM

MALE READER

Characters: Kate, Simon, Ziggy, Cindy, Nick

Sorry I ran out of inspiration for tommy and alice

CW: maybe some curse words here and there

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Kate

-what made her interested in you in the first place was your strong personality

-she loves how you always stand up for yourself and others and never let anyone walk over you

-you became friends with simon, and sometimes hang out with the rest of the group

-you became close with Deena, which was hard to do

-kate decided to find out why does her friends like you so much

-she invited you to babysit with her, which was odd, but you didn't complain

-she saw how sweet you were with the kids

-it surprised her, given how you act in public

-she decided she likes that part if you too

-when you started dating everyone saw you as a power couple

-never daring to mess with you

-when the two of you hang out alone you were always gentle with her

-wraping your hand around her when cuddling

-playing with her hand

-always complimenting her

-she liked that she was the only one who gets to see this part of you

Simon

-you were the new worker at the pharmacy

-at first he thought you were scary, having resting bitch face

-never tolerating any bullshit from costumers

-of someone made a scene you stayed unphased, answering passive aggressively so said costumers would know how you feel but won't get you fired

-her was attracted to this, to you

-one of the many shifts you worked together were obnoxiously slow

-so he decided to chat you up

-finally

-two his surprise you had a great humor, and laughed at all of his jokes

-you were soft spoken with him

-next shift you even complimented him

-you started hanging out outside of work, and one day you just kissed

-you were high, but after you sobered up you told him you still wanted to explore things with him

-you stroked his hair, or gave him a gentle kiss, and he was surprised every single time

-he felt proud, that you felt comfortable enough with him to be yourself

Ziggy

-you became best friends the second you both stepped in the camp

-she Sunnyvales were mocking you

-you opened you mouth and so many insults flew out of it

-even Ziggy was flabbergasted

-she instantly took liking to you

-the same day she approached you and asked you if you want to help her with a prank

-of course you said yes

-you were inseparable

-doing everything together

-even sheila was scared to touch you when you were together

-you were both comfortable with each other, but it took you both a little time to complete open up

-ziggy thought that if she'll show her softness you would laugh at her

-but what she didn't expect was you making soft gestures at her first

-you sat in her cabin on the floor, backs leaning on the bed

-she was still eating the pastry you stall from the kitchen, and her hair stuck to her mouth

-so you gently wiped it away and tucked it behind her ear

-she looked at you shocked, but than smiled and continued eating

-later that night you somehow ended up laying on the floor, opposite to each other

-there was a comfortable silence

-ziggy sat up, scooching closer to you

-you made eye contact for a minute

-and than she kissed you

-its was quick, and Ziggy had a questioning waiting look on her face, waiting to see how you react

-you also sat up, touching your palm to her cheek and kissing her

-you decided to keep it casual on the outside

-no body had to know what you do behind closed doors

-of course Cindy picked up the moment you stepped out of the cabin

-oh how much more trouble will be coming to the camp

Cindy

-the first time she noticed you was at breakfast

-the Sunnyvale leaders were announcing something and you boo'd them

-they insulted you, but you didn't stay silent

-you made a snarky comment

-making shadyside laugh

-not just then, but every time you had a comeback

-you didn't let yourself get bullied

-you were strong and witty

-so Cindy had a hate love opinion on you

-she admired how you were never scared

-but also thought you were reckless

-you didn't talk much, but one night you had to do chores together

-she barley spoke to you

-when a younger shadysider came in to ask something

-you were so gentle with them

-you asked them what's wrong and reassured them that's ok

-after helping them you went back to work

-after that Cindy decided she misjudged you

-when made effort to talk to you more, and even defended you sometimes

-one night someone insulted her, and you defended her, making the person look stupid and just plain mean

-she later came to your cabin, thanking you

-you offered her to come in and hang out for a bit

-despite what she thought she actually really enjoyed your time together

-you started hanging out a lot, and after two weeks you decided you were tired of waiting and just confessed to her

-she was silent, and you were afraid you overstepped

-before you had the chance to apologize she leaned forward and kissed you

-a sweet and soft kiss

-she encouraged you to be more "soft" on the outside

-but she secretly enjoys every comeback of yours

-she's proud of you for standing up for yourself and your people

-she would never admit it but it turned her on

Nick

-you were in trouble again

-arguing with his younger brother

-so he tried handling it

-"I don't need your help thank you very much"

-after he came to tell you to behave, or you'll be thrown out

-you just blankly stared at him and walked away, leaving him confused

-he thought you were emotionless

-but than he saw you playing water war with the younger kids, laughing about "losing"

-after a particularly messy dinner, caused by Sunnyvales they forced you to clean it all up by yourself

-so he came to help you

-he were an asshole sure, but he was fair

-you silently cleaned the floor

-"thanks" you said

-not ashamed to accept help this time

-"why do you always get in trouble with my brother, you know if something happens they'll believe him"

-"I can't let you win, you already think we're weak losers, I gotta stand up for myself"

-the next few days you had brief interactions

- acknowledging each other and saying hi

-while you were playing a game, Sunnyvales vs shadysiders, you caught him hiding

-"c'mon sunny boy let's get you to jail"

-he stood up from his hiding place

-you stared at each other, not moving

-you though he's going to attempt to escape but instead he just kissed you hard

-you leaned into the kiss, who slowly turned slow and soft

-he pulled away "you know, I don't think they'll notice us missing for a bit" he smiled at you

-you ended up spending the whole night together

-trying to explain in the morning that you're both just that good at hiding

-you both knew that wasn't true

-you spend almost all the time together

-hiding from others

-snicking glances and touches

-at day you pretended to hate each other, lightly insulting each other

-but at night, when you were all alone, you say together quietly talking

-you were the first person nick could open up to, and he was yours

-you became each other's comfort

-he decided he can never lose you, and he'll do anything to keep you with him

[carlsworldsworld]

dude anything with older Nick Goode idc

A/N:ok so from your other req i kinda combined these and put them in hcs- also i’m sorry it’s short i’ve had like no motovation

•Older! Nick Goode definantly has a choking link like bite me if i’m wrong

•It doesn’t matter if you’re fucking or doing nothing at all he will literally have his hand around your neck

•Defo whispers the dirtiest shit in your ear, his hand in your throat:

“I’m going to make you cum on my cock, baby. And then you’re going to clean up your mess.”

“Maybe next time I should fuck you at the station”

“Look at you.. can’t even handle this hm?”

•He doesn’t care if he’s shaking, crying, he’ll keep going until you’re finished🙏 (idk he just srsly gives that energy

•Older!Nick Goode who all but pulls out and swears up and down that it’s cause he wants a kid, not cause of how cute you looked in that outfit, or how cute it would look on you if you were pregnant not at all.

[hearts4werka]

My eyes slowly flutter open while the sunlight pools into my and Matthew's shared bedroom through the curtains over the windows as the morning hours strike, glancing at my current surroundings I see the form of sleeping Matthew next to me with his tattoed arm softly draped over my waist. I can't help but stare at his adorable sleeping face for a few minutes, pbserving and taking in his facial features shadowed by the sunlight occupying the space around us in the moment.

Turning my head to lay flat against the soft pillow sitting currently beneath my head, I stare at the ceiling and come up with an idea to prepare breakfast and since Nick and Chris will be arriving later today to visit before they both have to attend to some meetings regarding their brands, I havent been told much yet but hope to get slightly more educated when they do arrive.

I pull the duvet away from my body, ready to exit the bed and start my day but Matthew’s hand that was previously laying down on my waist tightens its grip and subconsciously pulls me closer into his chest, holding me captive as he slowly stirs awake himself and buries his face into my hair as I hear him mumble something into them but I can’t quite make out the words.

“What was that, sleepyhead?” I ask softly, taking my eyes away from the ceiling and now on him, noticing him slowly coming back to consciousness and waking up from his slumber.

“…five more minutes” He repeats more clearly for me to understand him this time in a slight whine, his face still buried in my hair as I notice him inhaling the scent of them in that moment, still remaining half asleep and not fully awake yet.

When the words ‘five more minutes’ in that whiny tone from sleepy Matthew, knowing very well that in his state right now im not getting far with this conversation so I just chuckle under my breath at how clingy he's being and especially in the morning. Accepting my faith I place a soft kiss on his forehead and snuggle further into his chest, giving into his wishes.

“Only five more minutes, after that I gotta get up. Okay?” I clarified, glancing over at him to make sure he understands me but the only answer I receive is a groan of approval. Nodding his head against the top of my head as he softly pulls me impossibly closer into his chest as he can.

“I love you.” I whisper against his chest as I feel a smile growing on his face thats cuddled up into my hair, our bodies melting together as heat radiates off them and transfers them to the other persons skin, making it slightly tingle.

“Love you too.” He muttered as we continued to cuddle up against each other, suddenly I feel a hand starting to tickle me in ticklish places on my body. Out of instinct my body jerks away from the hand, while Matthew giggles under his breath and continuing his tickle assault.

The sudden tickles make me burst out in laughter as I return them, poking at his chest and starting to tickle him as well. Both of us end up as two laughing messes on the bed after only a few minutes passing by, I adore mornings like these with Matthew laughing next to me.

@hearts4werka

authors note: just a random blurb I wrote today in class out of boredom and while writing the drug dealer Chris fic and I might make it like three parts or two bc I’m writing their meeting rn and I don’t want it to be very long since the first part is already longer that I thought it would be so just say if y’all want it to be two parts of nah, luv y’all so much

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[strnilolover]

♡ little blurb of !Bakery Owner Matt and reader with their daughter <3

⚠︎ warnings : none

♡ requested : yes here!

Matt had been at the bakery since early this morning. The aroma of freshly baked bread filling the cozy shop. You and your little daughter arrived just as the morning rush started to slow down, making it the perfect time for a family visit.

Your toddler, wrapped in her tiny coat, wobbled her way through the bakery doors, her eyes lighting up as she spotted her daddy behind the counter.

Matt’s eyes darted toward the door as he heard the bell, a smile growing wide on his face. “Look who’s here!” Matt called out as he set down a tray of warm bread rolls. You watched as your daughter, not more than two years old, squealed in delight and toddled towards him, her little hands reaching out.

Matt walked around the counter, his flour covered apron wrapped around his waist as he crouched down to her level. “Da-da!” she giggled, and Matt chuckled, scooping her up and placing her on his hip. “Hey, my little love,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

You made your way over to Matt and your daughter, playfully nudging Matt when you approached, leaning in for a quick kiss. “We missed you this morning,” you said softly, a pout tugging at your lips. Matt’s face softened at your words, his fingers gently rubbing circles on your daughter’s back as he stole another kiss, this time for you.

Your daughter’s attention, however, was fixated on the trays of bread resting on the counter. Her bright eyes widened, her tiny finger pointing towards the golden-brown rolls Matt had just finished shaping. She looked at them curiously, then turned to Matt with a big, toothy grin. “Bun!” she exclaimed, clapping her little hands, clearly proud of herself.

Matt’s eyes widened in surprise, and then a wide grin broke out on his face. “Bun?” he asked, his voice almost a whisper, his heart completely melting. You couldn’t help but laugh softly, your own heart swelling with warmth. It was what you and Matt always called her—a little nickname that had stuck since she was a baby. Your sweet little Bun.

“Yeah, baby,” you chuckled, touching your daughter’s cheek as she beamed. “Just like you.”

Matt chuckled, his eyes misting ever so slightly. “That’s right,” he said to her, his voice thick with emotion, “just like you, my little Bun.”

She giggled again, resting her head against Matt’s shoulder as he held her close. He pulled you close to his other hip as he planted another soft kiss on you, this time on the top of your head. When he pulled his lips away, he turned his head, whispering to your daughter.

“Does my bun want a sweet treat?” He whispered, and her little head shot right up, nodding excitedly as her smile beamed once more. “cookie!”

© strnilolover

♡ a/n : two posts in one day? who am i? (also i have a Chris headcanon that’s finished…should i post it??