#nick/ziggy you will always be in my thoughts

[stilesscott]

my only one, my kingdom come undone

[raisedbyanother]

Another “How can I make this romcom about Ziggy/Nick?” This time? Heartbreakers!

Ziggy and Cindy are a sister con duo. They specialize in tricking wealthy man. With Cindy playing the virgin goody two-shoes, saving herself for her future husband, leading to quick marriages.

Cindy will fake passing out drunk to avoid the wedding night. This is were Ziggy comes in, luring the groom into a compromising position where Cindy will then catch them, leading to a quick divorce and money settlement.

However, behind the scenes the sisters are falling apart. Ziggy feels smothered by her older sister and wants to go solo. Cindy vehemently disagrees with Ziggy’s future plans, but agrees to let her leave on good terms after one last con to set them up financially for the next couple of years. And the biggest one yet: Actual millionaire Nicholas Goode.

The con turns out more complicated than expected, after finding out that Nick is also the Sheriff. He also shows no interest in Cindy. Ziggy convinces her sister to give it one last try and switch their usually roles with Ziggy playing the bride this time. Ziggy fails at pretending to be the sweet good girl, but Nick is smitten with her true snarky self and they hit it off. Cindy does not like it at all and the conflict between the sisters grows deeper and deeper.

While getting to know Nick, not only does Ziggy start to feel bad about what she is doing, she also starts developing real feelings for him, which freaks her out. Cindy urges her to either hurry and go through with the marriage or cut their loses and leave town. Ziggy digs her heels in and stays, but not moving forward with pushing for marriage.

Meanwhile someone from Cindy’s past pops up (Tommy? Alice?) and says something in front of Nick that makes him suspicious of her and take a closer look into her past...

The Bachelor | The Runaway Bride

[nialls-gorgeous-colors]

Shawn Mendes and Niall Horan Timeline

Year 2018

JAN 2018 NIALL’S ‘HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAWN’ PICTURE AND SHAWN’S PICTURE OF THEM AT THE AMAS ARE, RESPECTIVELY, THEIR MOST LIKED POSTS ON IG FOR 2017

Jan 25 2018 Shawn talks about The Collab on The Voice: We’re really good friends and I mean, we hang out all the time. And we’re always like, ‘we should write a song’ and then we’re planning on writing a song, and we just end up hanging out. Always. (He said something similar back in Nov before the AMAs.)

Mar 2018

Fans, uh:

Mar 25 Shawn talks The Collab on The Weekend Countdown: My favorite thing about Niall is his sense of humor. He has this hilarious, Irish sense of humor that really cracks me up… How soon until there’s a collab? I have no idea. He’s always on tour when I’m writing, and he’s always writing when I’m on tour. So, one day. Hopefully.

MAY 2018

May 13 Shawn talks about performing at the O2: I mean performing the O2 was obviously just a complete dream of mine –and lucky enough to be able to do 2 nights there. A lot of people who I really love came and saw the show. Niall Horan, who’s a good friend of mine, came and watched me, and that was you know, a very special moment to me.

May 17 Shawn asks the audience at his Apple Music show to send Niall well wishes: Everybody watching online, if you could just tweet at Niall ‘feel better’ that would be really sweet.

Apple does, Niall replies:

May 24 Shawn talking about his most liked IG pic: This next photo is one of my favorite photos. Not because I’m sitting with Niall, because in the background, my A&R from Island Records, Ziggy, is there and he just looks so blow away by something and I have no idea… Also, the girl in between is making a hilarious face. That’s an awesome photo. I think this is like my most liked photo on Instagram, actually.

MAY 27 THE BIGGEST WEEKEND

Shawn and Niall do an interview together for BBC – FINALLY.

Transcribed in full here. Highlights include (via DailyNiall):

Bonus: we know, Nick

JUNE 2018

Jun 4 Niall does an interview with Fitzy & Wippa:

Sarah: Hey Niall, over the weekend… I was watching this thing on Instagram, and it was you and Shawn Mendes. Are you two just a little bit into each other? It was coming across as that you’re kind of obsessed.

Niall: Definitely not. They kept asking us questions that would make us answer it like that. Kind of like with [unintelligible], everyone thinks they’ve got a thing going on. Nah, we’re good mates. Just sat us down and interviewed us.

Sarah: I did hear you say that he plays you demos of his music before he takes it public. Was that true, or was that a lie?

Niall: No, that’s true, yeah. What’s wrong with that?

Sarah: Nothing! I just thought it’s amazing. We’re such big Shawn Mendes fans here. It was nice to see.

Interviewer: And are you brutally honest with him? If there’s a song you don’t like, or you think he could change? Do you tell him, or are you always like ‘mate, dude, this is amazing’?

Niall: Well, he’s on a bit of a roll at the minute. There’s nothing really…

Interviewer: He’s a very talented man. Have you ever thought of doing a song with Shawn? Have you guys actually put lyrics together, or music together?

Niall: No, we haven’t. We get asked about it a lot, to be fair… It’s kind of like –when we’re in the same place at the same time. Like, the other day we were in LA and a group – me and him and a group of our mates, we went to watch a U2 gig. We didn’t like – when we’re together, when we’re in the same city we don’t like sit in the studio together. Which we probably should get around to, but for the most part we just hang out together, to be honest.

Jun 7 Niall talks about Shawn during soundcheck:

and during #AskLateLateShawn: “if you had to create a boy band, who would you pick to be in it with you?” James and Shawn pick Jimi Hendrix, Harry Styles, Niall, and Elvis.

AUGUST 2018

Aug 20 At the VMAs Shawn is asked: What do you think about Niall Horan and Hailee?

Shawn: Niall and Hailee? They’re two of my favorite people in the whole world. Niall is one of my greatest friends. Hailee is one of the first people – you know, when she first started out, I was one of the first people she worked with in music. And I love them both. I thought this was common knowledge? I guess it was common knowledge for me, I’m close friends with them both.

NOVEMBER 2018

Nov 12 Shawn’s voice can be heard in the background of Niall’s InstaStory

NOV 17 SHAWN POSTS PICTURES OF HIM AND NIALL AT 40LOVE TO SNAPCHAT, INSTAGRAM, AND INSTASTORY: PICTURE, VIDEO (PUT THAT TONGUE AWAY HORAN)

DECEMBER 2018

Dec 4 Shawn talks about Niall during an interview with ET Canada.

Interviewer: You recently posted a photo with Niall Horan. And everytime you guys post a photo, fans are like ‘oh they must we working together.’

Shawn: We’re not. Not yet. We will though. You know what, we started really seriously talking about it that night. 100 percent going to happen. Niall and I talk about this pretty much every time we see each other. The truth is that we’re just really, really good friends and we always really enjoy just hanging out. And sometimes you don’t get a lot of time to hang out, so that’s what we want to do, but we’ll get in.

Dec 7 Niall tweets Shawn about his Grammy nom

Dec 8 Shawn talks with B96 about his Grammy nominations. When told to choose between charcoal, a karaoke machine, and a Bentley for Camilla, Niall (“we chose Niall for you…”) and Taylor, Shawn says: Niall’s getting the charcoal – 100 percent, immediately… Niall definitely gets the charcoal. That’s what’s most important here.

Int: I love it, that was so easy.

Shawn: Oh yeah, no, two bags of charcoal.

Int: Why was that so easy for you to say?

Shawn: It’s what he deserves! No I’m kidding. I really am kidding. I love Niall. He actually tweeted out the nicest thing he’s ever said to me ever about the Grammys, he’s just like really proud of me and tweeted it out. Yeah, he’s a good friend of mine, that’s why I’m bugging him.

Dec 14

[raesnovelsblog]

Synopsis from IMDB:

Shadyside, 1978. School's out for summer and the activities at Camp Nightwing are about to begin. But when another Shadysider is possessed with the urge to kill, the fun in the sun becomes a gruesome fight for survival.

My synopsis: 

No notes.

My review

Out of the trilogy, this one is my favorite. I’d give it a higher rating if it was dealing solely with the 78 story. But if you are a fan of 80’s slashers or Stranger Things, you’ll probably like this one. The characters are a lot more likable in this one and the plot is tighter.

Rating : 8/10

Spoilery thoughts I had while watching the movie below. You've been warned.

I unapologetically love Sadie Sink.

Where the 1st movie was Scream meets Halloween, this one is more like Friday the 13th in the best way.

They go from knocking to breaking and entering very quickly.

All those ticking clocks would drive me insane.

Sheila is a psycho.

Ziggy was strung up by a tree, but by all means, chastise her for talking out of turn.

That’s right Ziggy. You don’t fall at his feet just because he did his job.

She wore a white top and is now upset that it got dirty?

“Nurse Lane, I’m in trouble again.” I bet she has been to the infirmary a lot.

I like the neighbor they took the kids to from the 1st movie is the nurse in this movie. And also the mother to one of the serial killers. I like neat touches like that.

Cindy’s accusing Ziggy of being selfish, but Ziggy’s showing concern for nurse Lane.

Mother of a serial killer. Everyone would think she had gone insane. She was right though.

The bell rings and everyone snaps out of it and runs to get food. That rang true to me.

Now Cindy wants to know about nurse Lane.

Cindy is selfish. She covers it up with toxic positivity, but she only cares about how she’s seen and what she’s going to do.

The other campers are terrorizing Ziggy and the sister barely reacts.

“Carry On My Wayward Son” Will always think of Supernatural and I’m okay with that.

I’d want to check out the witch map over the color war too.

Nick sees Ziggy’s cabin defaced but his 1st instinct isn’t to punish anyone. They really do only punish the Shadyside kids.

“Ziggy sucks cocks in hell.” Exorcist reference - nice.

Would not go down the creepy stone steps. Sadly, I might have when I was a teenager. 

You would have doubts simply seeing Tommy’s name on the rock, but after he attacked that guy with an ax all doubt is gone.

Why would she think Will set up a romantic meeting with her in the bathroom?

Saddie Sink is so amazing. Is there anyone she can’t have chemistry with?

I shipped them so hard.

I don’t care if the thing was calling to me, I don’t think I would touch it.

That crunch sound was too real.

There’s a distinct lack of shit for that to be directly under the outhouse.

Nick’s regretting what he’s done. 

Did Ziggy not notice that even though Nick was in between them, Tommy left Nick to go after her?

She stabbed him and then tried to smother him. Ziggy doesn’t go down without a fight.

I doubt a hand that old would hold together.

She removed his head with a shovel. That was badass.

How do the killers know when to stop? They don’t have a quota. 

So it wasn’t that Ziggy died and was brought back, it was that Nick brought her back. It’s a wonder that more people Nick knows don’t get hurt. He doesn’t have control over who they go after.

They left their bodies out in the rain? That’s messed up.

So is Ziggy still in danger or is she being paranoid?

If that red stuff is evasive as Cindy said it was, that janitor must have to clean around that tree nightly.

I like when anthologies swap stories but keep the same cast.

[theevilcactus]

💡

💡 what gave you the idea for this au?

I’m going to answer this about my Fear Street Hunger Games fic, since that’s the au I’m currently working on.

I love the Fear Street movies so much, and I’m always interested in writing more about those characters (especially the 1978 ones). I also really love The Hunger Games as a setting, and I’ve dabbled in writing in it before (see: my mostly-terrible Marvel Hunger Games fic from a few years ago). So doing a crossover with the Fear Street characters in the Hunger Games setting just made sense.

The main thing that I think has really held me back in writing these kinds of fics is trying to showcase all of the tributes, all the time, instead of just focusing on one or two like the actual books did. Trying to write 24 tributes by yourself is just way too much. So I went into this one knowing that I wanted to focus on one specific tribute, and the thought of it being Ziggy just felt so right.

Other details (Ziggy’s district number, Nick being last year’s victor, Sheila being… Sheila) all just kind of came naturally after that.

[jangofctts]

Really, Truly (Steven Grant (a hint of Marc Spector) x fem!reader)

Rated: Mature, Explicit 18+

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: !!spoilers!!, some fluff!!, smut, explicit language, unprotected sex, cum eating, vaginal fingering, finger sucking, slight praise kink, fucking in the workplace (lmk if I miss anything!)

a/n: im so sorry it’s not my best work um. anyway ENJOY ANYWAY

It’s been four months since you’ve first met Steven Grant.

Not that long in the grand scheme of things, but odd occurrences have a way of drawing people closer. You’d like to think so anyway. Your entire life is chockfull of oddities, far from normalcy—makes for interesting stories though. It’s only right that someone like Steven would wander into your peculiar state of life. 

No really, he did just…wander through your door one evening. Your fault for not locking it, but still. Spooked the fuck out of both of you, so much so that poor Steven thwacked his head into the door frame and nearly broke his nose. You baked him smiley face cupcakes that night, partially as an apology and as a shitty housewarming present. You’re a firm believer of neighbor solidarity, especially with places like this—tacky landlords and shitty amenities. It’s the least you could do for Steven. 

Sadly, you never were a stellar baker—half of them came out charred, and if they weren’t, the mess of melting frosting made the little cakes appear disgustingly malformed. It’s the thought that counts, right?  Steven didn’t seem too flabbergasted about the atrocities—sorta just teared up and mumbled his thanks. Poor guy.   

And that’s not the end of it. Turns out, you work at the same museum and at the same shitty gift shop. Made for an interesting bus ride—he accused you of stalking and tore out of the bus three stops early. Imagine his surprise upon finding you scanning crappy plastic Ennead dolls behind the counter an hour later. Dude nearly had a existential crisis right then and there.  

Things have settled since then. Sort of. Steven isn’t exactly the pinnacle of put together. Mismatched socks, wrinkled shirts and missing buttons, eye bags like two swatches of purple paint, odd nicks and bruises. Not that you’re any better—a scatterbrained insomniac, ex-grad student living paycheck to paycheck in an less than ideal apartment. Birds of a feather and all that, you suppose. He’s sweet though—never fails to give you a call each morning to ask if you’d like to walk together. Your only friend in these trying times.    

It’s why, when he goes missing every now and then, you don’t mind covering his shifts. Donna is none the wiser, or she doesn’t care, as long as someone’s manning the cash register.           

Which brings you to current time. Same as always, Steven calls you, you walk and take the bus to work. Very thrilling.  

As you both come to the top of the steps, you’re greeted by J.B.’s boots, propped up against the counter, engrossed in his phone as usual. Watching clips of otters dive for urchins and cracking them open with rocks, giggling each time they do so. Typical. Makes sense he’d like evil little creatures like that. “‘Ello, Ziggy,” he lifts his eyes, takes account of Steven and dips his head. “Scotty.” 

“Mate, it’s Steven,” he sighs, clearly distressed. You tug on his sleeve on pull him along. His head whips around, eyebrows furrowed as he throws up his hands. “I keep tellin’ everyone it’s Steven.”  

“J.B. still calls me Icky sometimes—or Sticky,” you pause and tap your chin. “That one makes sense though. I had jellybeans stuck in my hair that day.” 

A nickname’s nickname—all because you dressed like Ziggy Stardust once. You’d forgotten about your shift and had to rush to the museum from some upitty Oxford fuck’s halloween house party. You don’t know what’s worse—stuck behind the counter dressed as Ziggy Stardust or the giggling that followed from coworkers and guests alike. 

Whatever.             

“What on earth…why?” Steven exclaims, drawing you back into reality.  

“The jellybeans? Happens.” 

It’s just the way of things. Not the jellybeans thing…but J.B being J.B.. He’ll always be a dickwad and Donna will never bother to learn new hire’s names. It took her nearly a year to learn yours. As long as you get your paycheck, you’re all set. 

And so the shift goes on, dragging into the night and into inventory. You don’t mind this part so much—you don’t have to deal with screaming children and their exhausted parents forking over money for a plushie. Then again, Steven mostly does all the counting and scanning. You just sit on your stool, dig through the baskets and hand him the items—you’re not very good with numbers. It’s quicker this way. And it gives you an excuse to stare at with him without repercussion. 

God he’s fuckin’ gorgeous. Dark curls, tan skin, dreamy eyes and an adorable smile to boot.  

“Ziggy—”        

“Hm? Oh,” you straighten, gather a fistful of magnets and hand them to him. His lips quirk into a quick smile. “Sorry—did you brush your hair today?” 

Steven’s brows furrow slightly. He’s gotten used to your out of pocket observations and the odd questions that follow. You don’t really know why you do it—the words just sorta form and roll off your tongue faster than you can process. Whack shit is what it is. “I think so? Oh dear, does it look that bad, Zig?”

You shake your head and sort through more of the magnets, crinkling the plastic wrap around them. “No, just—I dunno. You had gel in it the last time I saw you. Didn’t know if you were trying something new.” 

Steven scratches his head and flattens the dark curls using an open palm. He chuckles. “Silly—I saw you yesterday! I think I’d know if I gelled me hair.”

“Not true,” you quip, dragging over the box of plush scarab beetles. They are quite cute. “I saw you last night—you asked if I had any change for the payphone outside.” 

Steven’s face morphs into a twisted mask of confusion. “I did? Bloody hell, I don’t remember that, Ziggy. I’m awfully sorry.” 

You shrug. “You sleepwalk, I think. We talk most nights—you always bring me donut holes when you come back.” 

Steven frowns, lovely brown eyes dropping to the scanner. The brief silence is filled with slow, methodical beeps and plastic wrapping, pinched between fingers. You don’t really care if he’s trying to hide something, you know plenty of people who do weird things in their sleep. Like you for example—you don’t sleep at all. “Odd. Thought you didn’t fancy donuts.” 

“I don’t,” you say. “But I do like throwing them at the pigeons—they’re making a nest! Ungrateful buggers, they don’t even pay rent.”            

“You are,” Steven says, bumping your shoulder, “exceedingly strange.”

“Oh, I’m sorry,” you scoff, throwing up your hands. You swat at his arm. “It’s war at this point—they keep pecking at my window with their weird little beaks. You ever see a baby pigeon? They look fucked up."   

“Maybe if you quit feeding them they’d leave, you nut.”

You purse your lips and hug a scarab to your chest. You’ve stolen about three of them, what’s another one? “Whatever. I hope your flat gets infested.” 

“I’d rather not have an infestation, thank you,” Steven sighs, rubbing at his tired eyes. He waves at another crate. “You mind fetching that one? One more and were done, yeah?” 

You groan and slide off your stool, wincing as your aching feet touch the ground. “Fine.” 

It’s far from fine, actually. 

Because, just as you plant your feet on the ground, you completely space on the mountain of boxes you haphazardly threw behind you earlier tonight. One step back and you’re fuckin’ done for. Your heel catches—you yelp as your stomach flips, succumbing to the mortifying feel of falling ass first. Steven—ever the sweetheart—startles and snatches your wrist. 

It’s too late though. The momentum takes him down with you.  

You wheeze as his weight smacks into you, crushing you against the linoleum tiles. Fuck, he’s heavier than he looks. Luckily, he’s slid his hand up to cradle the back of your head before it smacks against the floor, saving you a trip to the ER.

“Shit,” Steven breathes. He pushes himself up using his other hand, eyes quickly scanning your face for any injury. “You alright, yeah?”

You wouldn’t consider yourself a shy person, or easily embarrassed. However, you’re not immune to the very attractive man atop of you, pressed close enough that you could easily tilt your head and kiss him. You could pretend to shrug your feelings off—pretend that you don’t know that his smile is always a bit crooked, how he likes his tea, sugary and blonde. Or how he holds his hands to his chest and wrings his hands together when he’s nervous—the little scar on his cheek and the freckle above his eyebrow. You should choose ignorance. Heat floods your cheeks as you blink and grasp at words that refuse to form. You hurriedly nod, but make no move to wiggle away.     

He leans onto his elbow still trapped under your head and sweeps a stray hair off your forehead. Your breath catches. “You sure, love?”

Well, that’s new.

Yes, there’s always been some light flirting. Not enough to garner attention but like a breath to simmering embers. Steven has a shy heart, softened and bruised like an overripe peach, and you’re not one to jump blindly into something that could be. But here you are. Steven has tossed you this scrap of kindling, unexpected. Maybe as half a joke, half of something else, and the way he looks at you now whispers possibility. A question.    

“Steven?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I have a crush on you,” it’s an exhilarating moment. A grandiose high that could be kicked into a higher gear or plummet so sharply that your heart shatters as a casualty. Pure relief floods your veins as Steven smiles, one that reaches his eyes and crinkles the skin around them. 

“Really?”

“Really, truly,” you assure, leaning into his fingertips that scrape almost reverently across your cheeks. Impatient, you shoot your hands up, grab him by his cheeks and drag him close. Your lips meet, and yeah, your teeth bump into his but everything fades into hazy bliss, slots together like a missing puzzle piece. Two chaotic halves meshing to create the perfect storm, and you’re at the eye of it. Maybe it’ll leave devastation in it’s wake—you both have the tendency to walk on the wrong side of the street onto oncoming traffic. The ebb to the shore and the hurricane to the sky. A war that can be tipped tot the side by a single breath. You both moan as he parts his lips, tender as honey exploring the taste of your tongue. It’s sweet and addicting— 

His hand tangles into your hair, dragging you so impossibly close, hips slotting between your legs that fall open for him. God, he’s fucking perfect—belongs here with you like this. You get dizzy, pull away and fuck—he’s wrecked. Messy curls, teased by your clawing fingers stick up at odd angles, a rosy flush over his skin. You cup his cheek and he leans into your touch and plants a fleeting kiss over your palm.

His eyes snap wide open, fear crackling over his face. “Oh, fuck me—the surveillance cameras! Donna is gonna kill us for snogging over the merchandise!”

Steven stumbles into a kneeling position, gripping his hair at the roots and muttering curses and wild fears. You snicker and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. You touch your hand over his forearm and he stills. “I know a place we could go—if you wanna continue…”

Steven rolls his tongue over his lips, mulling over your words. His eyes flick to the cameras above the counter, then back to you. Nervousness still lingers in his stiff shoulders and worrying teeth tearing into his lip, but he still nods. Albeit slowly. “You positive we won’t get caught?”

You smile, nod and maneuver yourself to your feet. You take his hand in yours and help him up. You don’t mind that they’re a little clammy. “I promise—it’s where I hide my snacks.” 

It’s a small storage room, down the hall and off to the left. It’s where the extra uniforms and random event supplies is held—unused and always abandoned after the museum closes. No one will come looking. 

“Nice little place. Very cozy—” you don’t let Steven finish, the minute the door snicks shut, you jump his bones. Desperate kisses, clawing at his lose clothes—you feel as though he’s set aflame and he’s the only cure.

You both end up on the floor again with you straddling his lap, his back pressed against the wall. The space is filled by little groans and soft whimpers of your name as his hands traverse up your back, settle on your hips, then move back to your face. Your own hands have made a home over his chest, shirt billowing open by your greedy need to touch his bare skin. He’s a little hesitant to touch you—you know he’d prefer a bed than some crappy storage closet but fuck—you need him.            

And so does he. You can feel the firm bulge pressing between your legs and the way his hips subtly twitch into you. And as the kisses devolve into a wet, lazy pace, his stubble burning the sensate skin of your lips, the ache between your legs becomes unbearable. Your underwear is soaked through and no doubt ruined. Sparks of raw energy, crackles through your abdomen as Steven’s hands fall around your hips, coming you to grind harder onto him. His forehead, humid with perspiration, rests on yours breath fanning over your lips, as you take a breather. 

Steven’s hand drift over the swell of your ass, giving the rounded globes a solicitous squeeze. “You have a nice bum—never got around to telling you that.”

“So do you,” you laugh, dragging your clothed center over the rock solid bulge in his pants. That needs to be fixed immediately. And then a wicked, debased thought slithers into your head.

With a smirk you wiggle out of his grip, and shimmy out of your pants and undies. You’re back before Steven can pout. You resettle over his lap, lean back a little and slowly, enough that its catches his attention, down the line of your body. His eyes are glued to your movements as you dip your hand between your legs. Your fingers spread your lower lips, gliding down easily from your clit to your aching center. A quiet moan bubbles past your lips as your hips rock against the pressure, a gentle back and forth pace meant to coat the digits in your wet heat. You move to circle your clit, drinking in the rapid-fire endorphins singing through your blood. You jump to tease your entrance, clenching in frustration at the loss of contact on your clit. Steven’s hands twitch around your hips, pink tongue flashing out to wet his lips—his flushed cheeks deepen into a rosy brown as you sink two of your fingers, up to the last knuckle, into yourself. 

Steven’s hands clamp around your hips, digging into the little divots on your back, as your head rolls back onto your shoulder. “Shit—you’re stunning.”

Your lips tilt into a lopsided grin. “I know.” 

He huffs at that, still fixed on your fingers that curl in and out of your slick center. Your lower half seizes up as you pull your fingers free from your cunt, glistening and soaked. Steven mutters a curse under his breathe, as you lift your hand higher for him to see. You smile turns wicked. “Open your mouth.”

Steven’s eyes snap to yours. “W-what?” 

“I said,” you purr sweetly as your bring your two fingers to the seam of his plush lips. You touch the pads of them over his bottom lip, delighted in the way a string of your arousal connects to his pouting mouth. “Open your mouth, Steven.” 

His jaw drops without question. Your fingers slide into his willing mouth, slotting over his warm tongue and the soft palette on the roof of his mouth. His moan vibrates through your finger. You shift, grinding your center into the tented front of Steven’s pants. His hips stutter. “Suck.” 

Steven’s eyes flutter as his tongue jumps to action. Wild electricity thrums through your being, impressed how well Steven’s tongue laves and suckles your digits clean—starved for a taste of you. Your breath catches as his dexterous tongue weaves between your fingers, hollows his cheeks and tentatively sucks. Once satisfied, a quiet pop follows the departure of your fingers from his plush mouth. The back of his head bumps the wall, eyes shut tight. “God—I’m going to ruin my trousers if you keep that up, y-yeah?” 

“Hot,” you allow him no respite. You swoop down to kiss him, open-mouthed and syrupy-sweet.Your tongue slides over his, tasting yourself on him—you moan into his mouth. You draw back, lick over his bottom lip and replace it with the sting of your teeth—earning a sharp jolt of Steven’s hips. However, as much as you’d like to witness Steven Grant cumming into his pants, your mind is set upon other activities. 

Decisively, you reach around and pry one of Steven’s hands from your hip. You eyes meet his, irises blown wide with arousal, heavy lidded and bewitched by your very smile.You guide Steven’s hand by the wrist, palm up, to your soaked center. His eyes widen, chin snapping to his chest to catch a better look the moment the pads of his fingers touch the outsides of your folds. “Oh, bless—you’re dripping, Ziggy.”                

You lead his hand to slot against you, his palm a perfect fit cupping your pussy. You roughly grind into his catatonic fingers, eliminating the difficulty of where to start. Fuck, his hands are huge—warm and thick too—your cunt clenches tight, waves of need swelling in your abdomen. You drop your hand guiding his, and sling it around his neck, drawing your lips to his stubbled jaw. You nip at the skin here. “C’mon, Steven…touch me.”           

Steven startles. “Right, right—sorry.”

You feel his throat bob as he swallows. He mutters encouragement to himself and draws in a sharp breath. The first pass of his fingers through you slick folds is crippling. The tip of his thumb slots directly beneath the hood of your clit, and wether that had been dumb luck or an aimed attack, the effects remain the same. You keen and crumple—a feeling akin to a punch to your diaphragm. And it only gets worse—or better—depending on how you look at it. He’s a Grade A, tease. 

And he doesn’t even know it.  

Steven’s mouth parts in awe, breath humid and hot over your exposed chest. His forehead presses into your collarbone to watch his fingers disappear through your swollen folds and remerge drenched. The pad of his middle finger slides lower, pressing gently against the tight muscles of your entrance. He rubs just the slightest bit to test that resistance, and then the length of it eases inside you, tentatively. You thighs twitch on their own volition, your teeth clenching together.

“Fuck, that feels good,” you hiss as he slides it in deeper. Your eyes roll back at the delicious pressure, tugging at his hair when his finger curls up, inspiring the surge of searing pleasure. Steven’s moan filters past his lips, jagged and wrecked as he very carefully moves the digit in and out. The raw sparks of heat threaten to catch flame and burn you alive as your core clenches around his thick finger.

“Yeah?” Steven pants. “Am I doing it proper?” 

You nod and bury your face into the crux of his neck. Your lips attach to the skin here, praising him with soft kisses and lazy passes of your tongue. He stiffens as you smirk and latch your teeth onto him. “More—please, Steven.”  

Steven readily agrees and eases a second finger inside you, letting you feel that delicious stretch as your cunt accommodates him. It’s tighter like this, a perfect angle that allows Steven’s fingers to catch the most sensitive part of you—that and the heel of his palm rocking against your clit. Fuck, you don’t have a chance—you can hear how wet you are for him in the tiny space, drenching his hand in your arousal.

Steven lifts his head, nuzzles into your neck, lips pressed sweetly against your ear. He nips the shell of cartilage and whimpers your name. Your high flares up bright behind your eyes, a hair-trigger reaction that makes everything from your toes and up tighten like a vice. One more thrust of his fingers and rock of his palm, and you’re done for—  

You cum onto his fingers with a choked cry, the edges of your vision fading into spotty blotches of black and white as your back arches. A network of open ended fuses exposed to a current and a body of water implode—sizzling and devastating. You nails harpoon into Steven’s shoulders as he continues to finger you through your orgasm, keeping you from toppling over as you jerk and shiver in his hold. 

You hear his disbelieving laugh above the fuzzy pleasure clouding your brain, marveling at the fact he’s just made you cum Your stomach drops as he pull his fingers free from you spasming hole, accidentally catching your hypersensitive clit. You flinch. “That was bloody wicked,” Steven praises, smoothing a hand up your spine. “Still with me, Ziggy?”

“Ahuh,” you wheeze, recollecting your scattered thoughts and whereabouts. You stamp lazy kisses up the line of his throat, over his check and eventually to his parted lips. You snake a hand between you, smirking as Steven’s breath catches in his chest when you grab at his covered cock. “Do you still want more?” 

“Fuck,” Steven stutters out, squeezing his eyes shut and then open as if to make sure this wasn’t just another one of his waking dreams. “I can never look at this broom closet the same.” 

You snicker and rolls his bottom lip between your teeth. “Our little secret now.” 

He laughs lowly and nods. “You are a terrible influence.” 

You plant a kiss on the corner of his and the touch of your palm slipping into his loose fitting pants. “I know.” 

Need bites at your insides, swells up sharper this time. It’s easy to convince Steven to tug his pants just far enough that his cock can be freed. Fuck, it’s just as gorgeous as the rest of him—flushed a rosy brown, thick and leaking at the wide tip. Steven throws his head bank and clenches his jaw as your curious fingers wrap around his searing flesh. You make a mental note of taking him into your mouth later—fuck he’d look so pretty fucking your mouth—

“Ziggy,” Steven moans, lightly touching the hand that’s jerking him off—slow and methodical. No rush despite the borrowed time. “Please—”  

“Alright, alright,” you sigh, adjusting yourself higher up his lap. One of your hands moves to anchor on his shoulder while the other threads through the thick locks at the back of his head. There’s a few tangles here—nothing that can’t be fixed by a simple comb through. You lift your hips up and tilt them just a bit, just enough to position the tip of his cock at your entrance. You both choke out a groan as you rock your wetness against his rigid length. Steven’s hands clamp down hard over your hips. And then, without much fuss, you bite his neck, reach for his cock to position him at your weeping entrance and slowly start to sink down on him.

A dark current of lust surges up your spine, wicked heat spilling forth and billowing past any comprehensive thought and turning it into mush. You shove your cunt the rest of the way down his thick cock, pressing him up so far up inside that Steven chokes next to your ear.  Fuck, he feels so fucking good from this angle—stretching and filling you in the way your body has so desperately craved since meeting him. You suck in a harsh breath in through your nose and unlatch your teeth from his now bruised skin.  

Steven’s hand shoots up to tangle in your hair, holding your face into the crook of his neck while you right as roll your hips up and clamp down around his. His cock drags deliciously out of your pussy and fuck—your mind crackles as you drop back down onto his lap.

“Oh, Christ,” Steven whines, his other hand squeezes your thigh hard enough to leave a mark.  “You f-feel fantastic.”

You whimper, biting the inside of your cheek head as the head of his cock is pushed up tight against the most sensitive part of you. Wildfire bursts in your lower belly and seeps through your cunt, your hips, and into your upper thighs. Fuckin’ shit—you roughly grind your hips into him as he pushes up, digging your nails into his arm and twisting it into his hair. 

“I wanted this to happen since forever,” you whisper, spiraling into madness from the aching bliss.  “That’s all I think about—fucking you.”

Steven holds you closer and snarls out a curse, his hips jerking up into yours with near bruising force.  “Shit—I—”

You keep going. 

“‘Specially over the counter—I get so bored here,” you moan, moving into his sharp thrusts.  The positioning doesn’t allow for him to do much besides roll his hips in short, stunted movements, but it’s just enough to build your pleasure until it’s bubbling to the top.  “Do you think about me, Stevie?”

“May-maybe,” he hiccups, but it’s way too embarrassed and worked up to be anything close to convincing.  “I-I shouldn’t. Not as much as I do.”

“And you never said anything?”  You pout, breathing hot air onto his neck and riding his cock slow and steady.  You can hear how fucking wet you are.  Your pussy is slick and hot and drenched as you roll your hips up and down on top of him. “I’m not that scary.”

“Shit—you’re—” Steven stammers, tugging a fistful of your hair and fucking up into you as best as he can in this position.  “Donna said—said romantic involvements with coworkers are against policy.”

You nip his earlobe. “I’m your neighbor first—checkmate.” 

“You’re ridiculous,” he says fondly, leading you into a brief kiss. 

Fuck, you like being on top of him like this—reckless and bold and skirting the edge of just plain stupid. Someone might come looking soon, but shit, you’re getting close again. You bite your lip, hips canting into a harder pace, delighted by his sweet moans and carnal need for you. He murmurs your name and you gasp, eyes squeezed shut and just trying to breathe through the flood of arousal that threatens too uproot your entire being.

“Shit, you feel good, Steven,” you say, carding your fingers through his hair. “S’good—keep going—that’s it.”

Steven makes a near pained, ragged gasp of a sound—one that sears right into your memory with no hope of ever shaking it. Everything pulls up hot and tight, settling low and as you start to grind down hard on him. Fuck, you’re almost there—

And then something shifts—you don’t know how to explain it really— a subtle change in the way he holds himself and draws his shoulders back. An air of confidence normally absent from Steven’s relatively meek nature. A wicked gleam that sparks behind those warm, brown eyes that always remind you of the countryside—endless summers and the honey-golden light of sunsets through one of those kaleidoscope sticks.      

You’re flipped so quickly that the world spins, leaving you dizzy and scrambling for a foothold. Damn your low iron. Your back slams into the tiled floor, his thick arms shoving up under your legs and positioning your hips over his thighs. And then he starts fucking you—really fucking you.

It’s fucking crippling. The new angle and brutal speed is like a chain reaction of powder kegs to a lighter. All you can do is dig your nails into his arms and sob for him, arching and blankly staring at the patchy cement ceiling, letting his hips collide roughly with yours as he fucks you down hard into the linoleum tiles—you’re gonna have bruises on your ass.

His mouth is at your neck as he mutters darkly against your throat, his clipped accent devolving into a near unfamiliar scrape. It could be a trick of the mind, and frankly you don’t care. You squeak as his hands dig into the flesh of your ass.  “Fuck, Ziggy—you like this?”

“I’m—” you gasp, eyes screwing up as your wrestle with words.  “Ye-yes.”

“You’re making me a fuckin’ mess, love,” he growls. “Did I make you this wet?”

He’s hard and throbbing, imbedding his claws into your very soul and dragging you though cloud nine. You’re ears start to ring—so fucking close to the edge and begging for him to finish you off. 

“You’re heaven,” he snarls. He drops to his elbow, shifting his weight so he can reach between your legs. You cry and jolt into his fingers as the slip between your lips and easily finds your swollen clit. 

Your lungs tighten to the point of limiting your breaths to patchy gasps.  “Steven—close.”

He murmurs your name and rubs tight circles over your clit, pounding directly where you need him too. Your eyes roll back, spine suddenly goes rigid.

“Fuck—I’m cumming,” you whine, frantic and rushed, breathless as you claw at his shirt and exposed chest.  Everything pulls up sharp and burning, your cunt squeezing around his cock like a vice.  “Steven—”

“Fuck, yes—” he gasps, “—shit, let me f-feel you—”

Steven keeps babbling, but it’s all fluff by this point. Your pulse roars in your ears, body locking down so fucking tight around him hat you’re afraid something might snap. Steven keeps fucking you as your orgasm rips through you with such force that your voice warbles, the blaze of white hot bliss picking you apart stitch by stitch. Steven rubs your clit, pines your hips with his own and pistons inside of you—throwing you to a raw plane of explosive pleasure. His head drops to your shoulder, muttering filthy praise you’d never think someone like Steven would ever think to say—

You cry his name, repeating it over and over like a mantra, breathlessly in time with his ruthless thrusts. One more roll of his hips and pass oof his fingers and you’re gone. Your hand clenches around his hair as sparks of blurry white alight behind your eyelids, back arching off the floor and into his chest. Steven fucks you through your orgasm, even as you squirm and shake in his firm hold. Ecstasy implodes behind your eyelids as heat, hotter than wildfire spreads from your center all the way up your stomach and down to your toes. 

“Ziggy,” he breathes, “almost there—”

Three more rough, bruising thrusts, and he’s cumming inside you, painting your insides with his warm spend. His sweet, gravelly moan echoes in the small space and Jesus Christ—you’re dizzy. He pants against your neck as he leans his full weight over you, arms snaking under your back to hold you close. You can feel his heart like this, thrumming wildly in his chest. You thread your fingers through his hair, gently carding through the frazzled knots of your frantic pulling. The silence that follows swells with petrichor and flower petals that glow white in the pale light of moon—he smells like old books and Irish Spring—a new comfort.   

“Steven?” 

“Hm.”

“Can you hand me that bag of crisps—yeah, right by that shelf.”         

What’s better than this? Spicy crisps and orgasms. Though, hopefully next time you do this, it’s on a bed.  

[russian-soft-bitch]

It Had to be Done

Nick Goode x reader

Requested by: anon. Can I request a Nick Goode with a love quinn type of wife who is extremely giving and liked by people and an ideal partner, but she has not hesitation killing to protect her family including keeping her husband's secret safe?

Warnings: mentions of killing, blood, death

A/n: okay, this is my first fic I'm SO proud of, I like it so much, besties.

He was laying in your bed with you sound asleep in his arms; your delicate hand laying there on his chest just above his heart. The night was in its full glory; moon shining through the curtains, light illuminating your beautiful face. Nick looked at you and kissed your forehead, trying not to wake you up. Moments like this were very rare nowadays, with his job and your want to make Sunnyvale even better for your future kids.

Kids. He couldn’t believe he was thinking about it; not just dreaming but really considering it. Before he married you, Nick promised himself to never get married and never have kids; he didn’t want them to become just like him. But meeting you was what changed his life forever. His emotions, his motivation, his plans. Meeting you was the best thing that ever happened to him. Before you, he thought Ziggy was the person he couldn’t fall out of love with. She was always there, in the back of his mind, constantly reminding him of his failure as a son, as a boy and as a man.

From the very beginning, you never treated him the way he was treating himself; you never spoke or even thought lowly of him, telling him every day that he’s the person who’s making their city better and better every day. Nick couldn’t remember a day without you telling him that he’s the smartest and the most handsome man you’ve ever met. With you by his side he was happy to the point of being afraid to wake and realize that his sick mind just created you out of nowhere, mixing all the traits that could compose a perfect woman, and that all that was just a dream.

The opportunity of seeing you every day, waking up by your side, talking to you was something he wouldn’t trade for the world. The moment he told you about his not so little secret, he was scared to death of you turning your back to him and never going back. But you surprised him yet again. He’ll never forget your soft hands on his cheeks, your soft quiet voice saying that you’ll never leave him, no matter what. Nick still remembers your tentative steps and careful touches when you explored the place you thought was just a basement. You never brought it up again.

You only asked Nick about it when the Shadyside mall incident happened; his answer was simple, “It had to be done”.

You wouldn’t have any more questions, but you started to see a particular teenage girl pretty often. After the very touching ceremony in memory of those who died tragically in the mall, you joined Nick, having a little hope to spend some time with your husband alone, but something happened in the woods. Stupid teenagers couldn’t keep it easy, you thought. You sat there in sheriff’s car, just watching. Then, one night you couldn’t sleep and decided to drop something to eat for Nick and Kapinski. The whole gang was there, trying to say something about the skull mask killer trying to get them. You left the department and went straight home, hoping to see Nick there.

‘Did he choose the wrong one?’, was all you could think about, pacing the room again and again. When you confronted Nick about it, he told you that he has everything under control and that you don’t have to worry about it. Control, my ass.

That faithful night, you were down there, sitting beside the stones, hoping to never use the knife you were holding. Nick told you about the secret tunnels that connected some spots in both cities to his house, so you knew, if something happens, he will go here.

The moment you heard his voice, you started to follow it, then Deena’s scream followed. The moment you saw Nick, you knew something was wrong. He looked puzzled, scared, confused. He looked like he saw everything what has to do with the place you were currently in. Deena was clutching a knife in her hand, raising it higher and higher. It probably lasted seconds, but you were feeling like everything was too slow in that moment. Crying out, you were stabbing her in the back. It didn’t kill Deena, the adrenalin was still keeping her alive and fighting. The knife she wanted to pierce through Nick’s head, ended up injuring his neck. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw him sitting down helplessly, trying to stop the blood that was oozing out of the wound. Deena turned to you and tried to stab you, with a weak scream leaving her mouth.

You pushed her, making the knife fall out of her hand, “You act all pure and noble, like you have reasons to just stab people! But when I do it, I'm some manic nut job!”. Deena was trying to grab her knife, “He’s a killer! Don’t protect him, just run away!” You took a moment to look at Nick, panic overflowing you for a second, as you saw him laying on the floor, eyed closed. You didn’t have more time to think about it, as you felt sharp pain in your shoulder. You cried out, holding your knife tighter and trying to hit the girl again. “He’s my husband! And I’ll kill anyone to protect him!” With the final blow to her chest, she dropped to the floor unconscious. You took a few deep breaths and ran to Nick.

He died that night. With horrible images running through his head, with the knowledge that he doesn’t have enough strength to protect you, the love of his life. Seeing you fight for him, for the life you two had. He didn’t see the final act, your eyes burning with rage as you finished off the teenager.

He only saw your bandaged shoulder, fabric red with blood in a few places. Saw your eyes glowing with unshed tears and feeling of relief. Saw white walls and ceiling in his hospital room. Something tight blocking his neck, nor allowing to turn it.

Horrible pictures he saw the night before seemed like a bad dream; only the pain in the neck reminding him that he should’ve been dead.

He felt your soft lips on the scar he hated so much. Nick blinked a few times, chasing away the horrible memories that took place two years ago. You kissed his jaw and stroked his chest, lowering your head above his heart. “Honey, you need to sleep, our kids will wake you up too early again”, your gentle voice was still laced with sleep. “Yeah, I was just thinking…how grateful I am to have you”, you felt his arm holding you a little bit tighter. You smiled and felt yourself slowly drifting back to sleep.

[pangborns]

THAT MUST BE SO CONFUSING FOR A LITTLE GIRL.

unrequited!ziggy berman x fem!reader

in which the reader knows too much and nick makes it a point not to let ziggy find out.

ANGST, gore, character death, 1978 and 1666 spoilers, doesn’t really follow the storyline that closely but oh well. Ziggy is kinda a jerk but it’s alright bc shes hot.

idk I thought this would be a cool-ish idea. Kinda dark asf.

“Ziggy!” You screamed, nearly twisting your ankle in the effort to catch up with the girl.

Ziggy turned towards the noise, frantically running her sweaty hands through her red hair.

“(y/n)-“

“We need to leave,” You grabbed her wrist, nearly out of breath. “Now!”

“What about Nick? And my sister!” She nearly yelled. “We can’t just leave them, everybody else is already in the mess hall-“

“It’s Nick.” You gulped, guiding her to sit down behind a giant tree trunk beside you, hoping to stay out of Tommy’s sight. “He’s the one doing it.”

“What? No, (y/n)… it’s Tommy, I saw him. He killed Jeremy, and- and Gary and all of the others…” Ziggy muttered. “I know it was him.”

“Ziggy,” You sighed, putting both of your hands on her shoulders. “I followed Nick last night-“

You grumbled in annoyance as you awoke at an ungodly hour. “You have to be kidding me.” Rolling out of bed, you slid on your sneakers, trekking out to the outhouse sockless.

The sound of footsteps on the fallen leaves surrounding the cabins quickly drew your attention from blindly stalking towards the toilet. Your need to pee dissipated as you took in a shaky breath.

“Hello?” You cautiously called out, not expecting anyone to answer.

The mysterious figure came into view in a matter of seconds, nearly scaring you into falling on your butt. “Nick??”

“(y/n),” he muttered in relief. “Get back in bed.”

“What are you doing out here?” You slowly asked, squinting your eyes as you seemed to accuse him of some crime. You leaned your body against the wooden wall attached to what you assumed was the outhouse with a smirk. “You sneaking into Sheila’s bunk?”

“Never.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m serious, (y/n). Go back to your cabin.” The boy crossed his arms across his chest to try to seem intimidating.

“Are you on some kind of patrol or something?” The idea seemed exciting to you, you bounced on your feet a bit at the thought. “That sounds like fun, can I join?”

“I’m going to walk you back to your cabin and you’re going to go to bed and forget about this, alright?” Nick said through gritted teeth.

“I have to pee-“

“I don’t care, c’mon..” He harshly grabbed your wrist and pulled you in the direction of your designated cabin.

“Jesus Nick, slow down. You’re hurting me.” He seemed to ignore you, quietly opening the wooden door and guiding you inside. He motioned you to the bed with raised brows and crossed his arms. “What?”

“I don’t have time for this, (y/n). Please just let me get back to what I was doing.”

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. Perv was probably spying on the sleeping campers. “Whatever, have fun.”

“Goodnight.”

You climbed into your bed and rolled over with an over dramatic grown. The sound of him stomping out of the cabin was very detectable and helped you to decide when to get up and pull your shoes back on.

“Kurt will be so proud when I bust this asshole. Fucker is probably stealing panties.” You gagged.

Following him was the hard part. The dead leaves on the ground seemed to love the idea of giving you away. They crunched every time you seemed to get too close to him (resulting in you ducking behind a few trees.)

After what felt like hours of being inconspicuous, you nearly blew your cover by gasping when the boy disappeared into a hole in the ground.

“Ah, secret sex meeting.” You nodded quietly. “I should’ve fucking known…”

Your curiosity got the best of you as you decided to find out who he was having ~relations~ with. You always were too nosy for your own good.

“(y/n)… this is wrong.” You thought aloud.

Ignoring her inner please, you slowly tiptoed towards the opening. ‘Just a quick peak’.

The sound of a single person chanting was muffled through the old walls, you nearly fell back in fright as you heard a fire being ignited.

A few more boring - yet tension filled - moments of your time was spent listening to the words leave the boy’s mouth. (At least you assumed it was Nick as you couldn’t see him from the angle) The words were in a foreign language, leaving you speechless and quite confused.

Two words, however, stood out to you. Two words you knew very well. “Tommy Slater.”

You were startled, thrown off guard by the sudden English. Why would Nick mention Tommy in his little satanic prayer? Nothing good would come from this, you knew.

Luckily, you were able to run back to camp unseen, hiding underneath the thin covers on your lumpy bed. Something wasn’t quite right about Nick Goode.

“Oh, come on, (y/n). Now really isn’t the time for jokes!” Ziggy hissed, her eyebrows furrowing in anger.

“No.. Ziggy, you don’t understa-“

“I understand perfectly fine, (y/n). You’re jealous. I’ve already told you, I’m not into you. Why can’t you understand me!?”

“Why would I be talking about this now? There’s a damn killer after us, Zigs. I’m not jealous of Nick fucking Goode. I just want you to make it out of here alive! I’m trying to save you!”

“Yeah, well I don’t need saving.” She crossed her arms, peaking around the tree to see if the coast was clear.

“Ziggy?” A distant voice called out in worry. Your eyes widened in fright.

“Nick!?” Ziggy smiled, “Nick! We’re over h-“

You cut off Ziggy’s words by placing a hand to her mouth. “Are you trying to get us killed!?” You whispered harshly.

The redhead shoved you off of her with a glare, running towards the direction she heard the voice in.

“Nick! Are you okay?” She called, reaching him and pulling him into a hug.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” He whispered into her hair as he embraced her. His eyes lifted to meet yours as you stepped out from behind the tree.

His look darkened as he put the pieces together. “(y/n).” He addressed you, “You look pale. Are you alright?”

“I’m fine.” You snipped. Arms wrapping around your body as a way of protection.

Nick’s gaze shifted back down to Ziggy as she stepped away from him. “Ziggy,” She nodded, telling him to continue. “(y/n) isn’t feeling too good.”

“I know.” The Berman girl whispered, “she’s been spluttering nonsense to me the last few minutes.”

You opened your mouth, ready to defend yourself as you heard a stick snap somewhere behind you. Turning around and backing up towards the pair, you kept your gaze on the heavily wooded area.

Tommy Slater came running - full fucking speed - out of the woods and straight towards the trio. Ziggy screamed, taking off in the direction of the mess hall.

“Come on!” Nick hollered, grabbing your wrist and yanking you in the opposite direction.

As the two of you ran, you seemed to put the previous scene out of your head of Nick attempting to manipulate Ziggy. Your Ziggy.

Once Nick assumed you were far enough, he stopped running. He let go of your wrist, bending down and trying to catch his breath with his hands on his knees.

“You shouldn’t of followed me.” Was all he said after a few seconds. “I really didn’t mind you too much, but now there’s only one thing that I can do.” Nick shrugged, stalking towards you.

“Last thing Ziggy saw was me trying to save you. Even after you accused me of the unthinkable.”

You gulped, stepping back as he continued his steady pace towards your dirty figure. “Nick, I’m sorry… I won’t- I won’t tell anyone else! Ziggy didn’t even believe me!”

He grimaced, hands clenching. Your back hit a rough tree, causing you to wince.

“Nobody will ever know what really happened to you.” He chuckled.

“What- huh?” You shook, head snapping to the side as the heavy footfalls got closer and closer. Slater.

“Tommy.” Nick muttered in a sing song voice.

The tall counselor caught up to the pair, stopping beside Nick. His eyes were vacant as he seemed to wait for an order.

“Kill her.”

You screamed the most gut wrenching scream as his bloody axe plunged into your gut, pinning you to the tree. Tommy harshly ripped his axe out of your bloodied body, deciding not to put you out of your misery. You slowly slid down the tree, leaving a bloody trail in your path.

Gargled groans fell from your mouth as you slinked to the side, blood dripping from your chapped lips. “You will never be..” You paused, trying to gather your strength. “Good.”

[sadbi-hours]

Title: Circa 1666 ~ a grim history of the Shadyside & Sunnyvale killers~

Pairing: Nick Goode/Ziggy Berman

Word Count: 925

Rating: SFW(ish)

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

Created For:

@anyfandomgoesbingo: Custom Card- Zicky Ship- I3- "I can't tell you the secret, because I don't know the secret."

@anyfandomkinkbingo: N1- "You don't have to be gentle with me, I don't break easily."

@mfbingo: I4-First...

@fandombingo: I4- "I was never meant to survive that."

"I was never meant to survive that." Ziggy rasped, her voice rough from the nightmares the nurses said she had been having late at night. Of what? Nightwing, her sister, or Tommy Slater, I didn't know.

But I wished I could kiss them away. I cleared my throat. Stop it...stop being a creep.

"But you pulled me back," She sat up in her bed, her wounds woven deep into her skin, peeking her hospital gown--and I had to look away. I thought she never looked more beautiful.

"How?" She asked, pulling me from my thoughts and back onto the moment at hand. How had he saved Ziggy Berman. Sheer force of will? Some mysterious power? Love?

I shrugged. I only gave her CPR.

Ziggy scowled.

Some of the stitches on her face from Harry Rooker pulled with her frown and threatened to split open again. "You don't have to be gentle with me," she hissed with that familiar fire I had gotten used to seeing from her all summer long. "I don't break easily."

"I can't tell you the secret, because I don't know the secret." I glared back at her. "I only gave you CPR."

I only gave her CPR.

Imagine this:

What if Nick hadn't lived his whole childhood being told that he was the heir apparent to a dark secret? Or at least, not in the way this story originally goes.

No, Nick was given a book on his fifteenth birthday, the same year his father would later commit suicide after passing on the Goode legacy...

Nick would learn that year that neither his family nor Sarah Fier are responsible for carrying on a dark secret that has gripped Shadyside... and Sunnyvale... as a whole, for the last few centuries.

Solomon Goode never sold his soul to the devil or famed Sarah Fier, but instead he and Sarah fought side by side to save the union from a much darker force... but ultimately had failed.

Leaving a foul curse behind, that every first born Goode has tried to stop since. To put an end to the selling of poor souls to feed a predator. To finally defeat the thing that grows and feeds on their small town, a horror that spreads. It's not man-made by some witch and warlock, but by something as old as time that's become rooted deep into the fabric of their community... and has always been hungry for both Shadysiders and Sunnyvaler blood, alike.

Because in Shadyside and Sunnyvale, sometimes the kids and the adults; the downtrodden and the rich, they all equally have been known to randomly snap.

There's no avoiding it, you can only push misfortune...or boredom... on someone for so long before that person breaks beyond repair is what has always been said, or at least in the news, that's dubbed them as Murder Capital USA.

In 1666, it was Cyrus Miller and the eyeless children.

In 1904, a simple minded grifter come to town and one day just drowned and gutted women.

1922, Billy Barker murdered his siblings with a baseball bat.

1935, The Humpty Dumpty Killer collected his victim's skin like jigsaw pieces and put them back together again.

1953, Harry Rooker was named Sunnyvale's first serial killer, whose lust for the blood of the young and attractive housewives of Sunnyvale knew no bounds.

1965, Ruby Lane went into a deep depression and seemingly decided to kill all her friends at a slumber party before taking her own life.

And then in 1978, the newest town killer hit Nick Goode's life a little too close to home. He knew Thomas Slater, worked with him during the summers at Camp Nightwing, hung out with him, Cindy, and Alice by the lake and smoked weed and drank beers after all of the campers had gone to sleep.

Nick knew Thomas Slater. He would never just snap... not like he did. Murdering some many camp counselors and children. That wasn't the Tommy that Nick knew him to be.

But no one else is to blame for the murders Nick witnessed at Camp Nightwing, or who had induced the terror that will stay with him forever-- but what haunts him, isn't only the butchered children but the lifeless bodies of the Berman sisters.

Both the one he couldn't save, and the one he did...

He didn't know Ziggy Berman, at least not like he always wanted to. He'd only ever saw her from afar. Always a ball of anger and fire, a red beacon in his dull and meaningless world. He's always had a crush on her...

But he thought he'd truly never get to know Ziggy Berman. Not like he's gotten to over the last sixteen years of their friendship.

He guessed when trying to recount the entire history of the Shadyside and Sunnyvale and its killers and stop a curse at the same time, you end up getting to know someone real well.

And it's not like he minds...

Besides, it's not just him and Ziggy forever, trying to figure out what grips their small slice of the world...

After the latest masked killer terrorizes their local mall, a group of teens that are affected by the tragedy come to them with their own evidence to figure out the purpose of the curse and how to stop it once and for all...

And really, with two emotionally constipated adults and a group of feisty teens, what could possibly go wrong?

They may even finally crack the origins of the curse wide open and end it.

[h0nkch0c0late]

Tommy Slater

[Part 1] [part 2 (you are here :)] [Part 3] [Part 4]

Summary: after getting the call from Ziggy Berman, Y/n gets some answers...

And maybe even some closure

Warnings: I guess this is kind of angst? Swearing, blood, mentions of death, injuries

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"I'm coming." She responded, hanging up the phone and immediately grabbing her jacket and car keys, and headed out the door to Ziggy's place.

Now she'll finally get some answers.

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Y/n's mind was racing with a million thoughts as she drove down the familiar road that she never thought she'd go down ever again.

As she drove, the memory of that night flashed through her mind.

Tommy's axe going through the face of Arnie to her best friend Cindy lying beside Ziggy, her hand outstretched to her sister, blood pooling around her body...and Ziggy, poor Ziggy. Luckily Nick had saved her but...Y/n couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with him. Especially when he pretended like he didn't believe a word that either Y/n or Ziggy said.

Just the thought of Nick Goode made her blood boil in anger. She never liked him, never had, never will.

She was pulled out of her thoughts when she saw that she had arrived at Ziggy's home. She stopped her car, getting out and hurrying towards the house's front door, knocking on it.

It only took a few moments before the door opened, she could hear the many locks clicking open as someone on the other door (most likely Ziggy) unlocked them.

The door opened and before Y/n could get a word in, Ziggy grabbed her by the arm and pulled her inside, slamming the door behind her.

Y/n was faced with two teenagers, and before she could ask any questions, they pulled her to the dining room table.

Y/n was utterly confused, why were the kids here? Luckily her question was answered by the two kids.

"I'm Deena, and this is my brother Josh," the girl started to explain before loud, demonic grunting was heard from the bathroom, "and what you just heard was my possessed girlfriend Sam. We're here because what we thought was the witch, did this to her."

"Okay? What do you mean by "what we thought"?" Y/n asked.

Ziggy butted in, "they mean, it wasn't actually Sarah Fier who possessed Tommy. It wasn't her that made all those people kill all of those kids."

Y/n went silent, looking down at the table before looking back up at the three, "alright, then who was it?"

Ziggy looked at her intensly, Y/n could see out of the corner of her eye Deena's leg bouncing impatiently, "that gut feeling you had, that you thought that it was something worse, was right. And even worse, it's the person I trusted the most and you trusted the least."

Y/n didn't even have to think about it, "Nick Goode..."

The three nodded.

Y/n stood up abruptly, "of course its him! Oh my god!"

"But it wasn't just him. It was all of the Goodes. From Solomone Goode, all the way to Nick. It's always been them. All because they want power. How else do you think Goode was able to become Sherrif?" Josh spoke up.

Y/n paced back and forth, her blood boiling once again at the thought of Nick causing all of this. "Okay, so what's your plan?" She asked.

"We go to where Sarah Fier's body was buried,-"

"Under the old hanging tree in the mall." Y/n said quickly, cutting Deena off.

Deena nodded, "and we put this," Deena pulls out Sarah Fier's skeleton hand, "with it. But we have to hurry, we have to get there before Nick does."

Y/n's head tilted, "why would Nick be there before us?"

Ziggy looked at her in guilt, "I...may have called him for help before they told me it was him..."

Y/n groaned, "of course you did. Well, it doesn't matter, because Nick being there could be good."

"What are you talking about?" Ziggy asked.

Deena stood up, "tell us in the car. We have to go now before Nick can do anything." She told, racing towards the bathroom with Josh to grab Sam.

Y/n nodded to Ziggy before heading out of the door with her, Sam, Deena, and Josh behind them as they hurried to the police car that Deena had drove to get there.

Y/n sat in the passenger seat as Ziggy got into the driver's, Deena handing her the car keys as she, Josh, and Sam (who was currently knocked out at the moment, still tied up) were in the back.

"So, mind telling us what the plan is?" Ziggy asked as they drove.

Y/n nodded, "I never heard you guys mention this, but we need to kill Nick. If putting the hand and body together doesn't work, killing Nick will."

Josh and Deena nodded, "Yeah, we uh, brought it up. That's when Ziggy called you." Josh said, holding a card in his hand that was in his pocket.

"Yeah, but we might need extra help. After all, we might still have to deal with the Shadyside killers." Y/n responded.

Josh looked down at the card in his hands, then looked back up, "I know where we can find it."

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The five pulled up to Martin's house, him standing outside with his hands against his head, assuming that it was the actual cops that were in the car.

"Hey!" Josh called out from his seat in the back.

Martin's head turned towards the kid, his hands lowering as his eyes squinted, "Urkel?" He questioned.

"Yeah! Uh...wanna help us kill Sherrif Goode?" Josh asked.

Martin was silent for a moment before pointing in the direction of his front door, "let me grab my coat."

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'As the mall's lead custodial engineer, I reassure that all retail establishments come equipped with StoreSafe 250." Martin explained as they walked up to one of the stores inside of the mall, him putting his hand over the store gate, "this is the Cadillac of store gates. Now, the 250 prevents your standard smash-and-grab, graffiti, all while complying with the 70% visibility ordinance. Best part..." He unlocks the latch of the gate and pulls it up, and looks over towards the group, "..easy to operate."

"And we can rig them for quick release?" Josh questioned, Deena, Ziggy, and Y/n behind him.

"Little grease, these things go down faster than a Sunnyvale cheerleader." Martin joked.

Ziggy and Y/n looked at each other and rolled their eyes at Martin, Josh and Deena did not look impressed.

"So, Deena's the target now so the killers will go after Deena's blood just like they did with Sam, and then we use that to lure them into the stores, and then..." Josh explained.

Martin nodded his head, closing the store gate, "welcome to the clink, motherfucker."

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Guys please tell me if I messed anything up bc yeah anyways I decided to split this into three parts bc why not airbabdvrv

[cinnamon-roll-seth]

Meant To Be (Part Two) || Nick Goode

- Part One

Request- Can you write an imagine of Nick Goode from 1978 where y/n is a redhead and is the sister of Ziggy and Cindy. Her and Nick were dating before y/n left camp and Nick dumped her. After a year she comes back with her sisters and they meet again and y/n tries to talk to him but he doesn't want to. And there is a fight like Deena and Sam at the beginning of the movie because Nick was also mad at her because she was kissing a boy and he squeezed her ass and he knows she didn't feel comfortable with it just like Sam and Deena’s fight. And after the fight he ignores her, still loving her, and always thinking about her after years. And then after years they reconcile and stay together for years, until death do them part. (there is no curse in the imagine)

“No, no, no.” You groaned, looking in your rearview mirror as a pair of red and blue lights flashed behind you.

You pulled over and sighed, running a hand through your hair while mumbling out a few curses. Cindy was going to kill you.

You reluctantly rolled your window down as the officer approached your car and bent down, “Ma’am did you know- Y/N?”

Of course it would be Nick Goode, of all people, to have pulled you over.

It had been 7 years since that night at camp where the two of you had fought. After that you avoided him at all cost and only spoke to him when necessary.

As the years went by and you’d grown and matured your negative feelings toward Nick had disappeared. You no longer held any hatred for the man. He was simply an old fling to you now, a silly teenage relationship that didn’t work out.

That still didn’t make him pulling you over any less embarrassing.

“Um, hey Nick. Look I’m sorry if I was speeding, I didn’t even realize. I’m late for my nephews birthday party and if I’m any later my sister is going to literally kill me.” You ramble, reaching into your wallet for your license to give to him.

“You weren’t speeding Y/N. I pulled you over to ask if you knew you had a taillight out.” He reassures you awkwardly.

“Really? The left one? Damn I just replaced that one a few weeks ago.” You mutter, “I guess you have to give me a ticket now, huh? Alright, get it over with.”

“Well technically I don’t have to give you a ticket. I’ll settle for your number instead?” He answers smoothly causing your cheeks to heat up.

“Oh..uh-“

Nick cuts off your stuttering, “Look Y/N. I’m going to go out on a limb here and tell you the truth. These past few years I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you. About what it would be like if we’d stayed together. You were one of the best things that has ever happened to me and I was a dumbass and went and fucked it up and I’ve never been able to forgive myself for hurting you. Even if you don’t feel the same way please just give me the chance to properly apologize. The way we left things just doesn’t sit right with me.”

You weren’t sure what to say. You’d be lying if you hadn’t also caught yourself often thinking about what would’ve happened if you and Nick were together still. Would you be married and have kids of your own? Would you have that dog the two of you always talked about?

Yes the two of you had left off on bad terms but that was years ago. You were both older now, more mature. Maybe if you gave Nick another chance things would go different this time. Or maybe you’d get the chance to put the past behind you and be at least friends.

Finally you reached over into the passenger seat into your purse for the pen and notepad you kept inside.

You scribbled your phone number down and ripped the piece of paper off before handing it to Nick, “Call me tonight and we can talk.”

He nodded and smiled before thanking you and sending you on your way. You hoped you wouldn’t regret this.

And you didn’t.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Your family and friends cheered and clapped their hands as Nick gently placed his hands on either side of your face and brought you in for a kiss.

“Ladies and gentlemen I introduce to you: Mr. and Mrs. Goode!”

You’d dreamed about this day that summer at camp when the two of you were together. After your breakup you’d thought bitterly about how this day would never happen. And now the day had arrived after all and it was even more perfect then your sixteen-year-old self could’ve ever imagined.

You were finally married to the love of your life. You were Nick Goode’s wife. All because of an out taillight two years ago.

5 Years Later

“Lunch is done!” You called out to your husband and children from the your back porch.

“Mommy come see our leaf pile!” Your daughter yells excitedly. You make your way down the steps and across the yard to where your husband, daughter, and twin sons are standing around a large pile of leaves.

“Wow that is a big leaf pile,” You tell her enthusiastically.

“Daddy was throwing us in it,” She beams happily.

“Guys I think Mommy wants to play in our leaf pile too, what do you think?” Nick asks mischievously.

“Yeah!” All three of your children reply excitedly.

“Let’s all tackle Mommy on the count of three,” Your husband tells them.

“You better not,” You fake warn them.

“1…2….3! Get her!” The four of them come running at you and tackle you down into the pile of leaves.

The five of you all fall into the leaf pile giggling and laughing.

“You little devils! I’ll get you for this!” You yell playfully, grabbing one of your sons and tickling him while he shrieks and tries to wiggle away.

Finally the little one escapes and the three kids jump up and run into the house to escape your playful vengeance.

You turn to your husband and grin, putting a hand on his chest, “We’d better go before those little monsters destroy the kitchen.”

You go to get up but Nick pulls you back down and you let out a surprised gasp as you fall back into his chest.

“Let’s just stay here for a minute,” He mumbles, before pulling your lips into his.

You gladly kiss him back, putting your hand on his chest as he has his on your face.

“EWW!” You hear a chorus of little voices, breaking your kiss as you turn and see all three of your kids on the porch staring at the two of you.

“Alright now you’re gonna get it,” Your husband jumps up and runs after the kids, who run into the house yelling and giggling as their father chases them.

You laugh to yourself and stand up, walking towards the house while yelling out, “Let’s go Maisie!”

The german shepherd stops sniffing the bush she was inspecting and chases after you into the house.

You’d finally gotten your happy ever after with Nick and you couldn’t be happier. The two of you truly were meant to be.

[afro-hispwriter]

JUST HOLD ME

Fear street 1978

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

Warnings- angst, death

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

Let’s pretend again that Ziggy took Cindys ending

Italics are the readers thoughts

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

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

Your friends were gone.

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

You were panicking.

Where was Cindy?

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

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

What if what did this is still here?

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

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

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

Everyones dead or everybody went to sleep.

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

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

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

It broke your heart.

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

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

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

And you couldn’t help but blame yourself.

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

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

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

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

She was just fucking dead, this cant be real.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The doctors immediately took her to surgery and you sat in lobby waiting for her. A nice nurse came in and gave you something to eat as you waited. 4 hours later they came out and said she’ll live. They almost didn’t let you go be with her since you weren’t family.

“Please im all she has right now. Her sister was murdered out there. along with out friends, and god knows where the hell her mother is.” You say and they let you pass.

You sat by her bed side and waited hours for her to wake up. They still haven’t gotten in contact with her mother so it still only you in the room.

You decided to close your eyes when you heard her groan. You immediately stood up and called for a nurse and went back to her.

“Your ok.” You say and start caressing her hair.

The doctor checked her over and ordered her some food. Cindy was quiet as they told her the extent of her injuries. After they left she turned to you.

“I heard your voice before i woke up.” She says and you look down.

“We don’t have to talk about that right now, you’ve been through a lot ton-.” She cuts you off.

“Is it true?” She immediately asks and you cock your head to the side.

“Is what true?”

“Do you love me?”

Your heart stopped.

Oh shit, this is not the time oh fuck.

“You heard that.” You say and scratched the back of your neck out of embarrassment.

“I love you too, i just thought you didn’t like or love me back.” She says with a tired voice. “So i went with Tommy but he’s not here.”

“Oh.” You say.

Im such a fucking idiot and a blind one at that, i didn’t even notice the girl i like shared the same feelings.

“Where is he?” You ask and she brings a hard face.

“Dead.” She says firmly and you stay quiet.

“Im sorry.” You whisper.

“No don’t apologize i never really liked him anyway, besides i have you now, if you’ll have me?” She asks and your heart flutters.

“Yes, Cindy Berman.” You say and stand up and hold her face in your hands. You both lean in and you sigh slightly as you feel your lips touch. The kiss deepened and it soon added tongue. You pulled away and rested your forehead against hers.

“I promise you that i will figure out who did this to you, they will pay no matter what. I’ll do it for our friends, your sister, for you.” Cindy brings a hand weakly up to your face and she shakes her head.

“I just want to forget about it, just hold me.” She says, and you sigh before climbing in the bed with her and pulling her into your arms.

“Anything for you, I wont do anything you don’t want me too.”

[fkevin073]

I'm staying anonymous for now.

This is because of this post (post/668044585142992896/since-that-gifset-of-nick-yesterday-and-your) that I'm overly thinking details like this again. So my scattered thoughts might not make sense to you.

And I will take you ahead of time, I never meant to write this message to be a long message. But my thoughts are always this scattered a lot of the time when I'm thinking about characters, plots, stories, things..

I've watched and rewatched Fear Street movies a few times, and I will watch it again because why not watch horror movies for Halloween.

And if I'm honest... I enjoyed the movies more that I actually thought I would have. Which is saying a lot from me. But there are some details that bothered me, obviously the continuation errors really bother me.

I don't know if I'm the only one with that problem. But I also wish that there more depth to the characters, the plot, the story, to everything.. The acting was fine. The special effects were fine. Things were fine.

I wanted more depth, even just a little more depth.

Like before Nick Goode knew about his family tradition (the Pact), he genuinely seemed like a sweetheart who never discriminated against anyone for their differences. Including Shadysiders. That's the way I'd view his character. He was a sweetheart who wanted to help anyone - like Ziggy - in any way he could. And if I'm honest, I'm not sure if Nick was already crushing on Ziggy at that point. Or if he just didn't want a person to be constantly harassed, and almost killed, for petty reasons like everyone kept doing to Ziggy. Ziggy was just blamed because she was the only Shadysider in those situations whenever counselors had been involved. But, then again, the viewers never really see Nick even interacting with any other Shadysiders besides Ziggy. So I'm not even really sure if Nick's sweet spot was only for Ziggy, or for anyone else if they got to know the real him. Not his family name, not his reputation or his status. The real him as himself. Maybe I'm overly thinking this.

Nick told Ziggy that he's never wanted to be a part with the traditions of his family like the Pact, and tried finding ways to talk himself out of doing the ritual. The viewers never thought the Goode family was this evil family, until the reveal in 1666. But the scene with Ted Sutherland as the teenage Goode men, as Nick, he does really list Thomas Slater. But when he listed Tommy as a name, that happened before he really talked to Ziggy. Because Tommy was killing people during the scenes of Nick and Ziggy kissing, they heard screaming in that moment. And that was when Nick's fate was sealed. But he did try saving people, as many people that he could find. And he was traumatized by the death he did witness, he even got sick over what he saw. Either... Nick never didn't believe the Pact was actually real, or maybe he never thought a situation like that would have never lead to killing dozens of people all at once like that. I don't know. I don't really know if his fate was sealed when he listed a name on the wall, or when he wish to resurrect Ziggy back to life. And I've had similar thoughts as you. After you find out all the antagonizes were actually the Goode family, maybe Nick was also trying to find ways to redeem himself in some way or another but the situations always kept getting worse rather than better. But I wonder.. Do you think he lost his entire soul from the '78 Nightwing Massacre, or do think he kept losing pieces of his soul whenver he added names to the wall for another massacre. A thought that comes to mind a lot.

The Goode father was dead. Nick and Will weren't being controlled by their father anymore. So Nick didn't have to keep that tradition going.

There are details that I always wish was explained more in depth - the minor and major details that weren't elaborated on in the movies, and especially the audience who never read the books or don't remember those details in the books. I know they altered a a few details though.

Like for the Witchcraft, the black magic. Obviously the witchcraft was a part of the Goode family since 1666 because of Solomon Goode did use the magic book, which was passed down for many generations.

How did the Goode father die? So I know not many people care about the father of Nick and Will, but I'm kinda curious to know how he died though. Even if his death might not be an interesting death either.

Did any of the females, like mothers and sisters, know about the Pact in the family. Or only the males. I know, I know.. People have theories.

Just about any and every detail of the plot that was elaborated on are the same details I'm overly thinking about, whether or not the details are interesting. Whether or not the details are major and minor details to the viewers of the movies. Even if the details are to the plot.

I'm just overly thinking through with scattered thoughts right now. And, I know that I keep saying that, but that's how my mind is for me.

ah no this is so great! the great thing about this trilogy is the characters. the must frustrating thing about this trilogy is also the characters, Nick in particular.

The thing that guts most people about Nick is the potential he had. To be better. To forsake the curse. Because Nick obviously had a lot of feelings for Ziggy and knew what he was doing was wrong, but he did it anyway. He succumbed to the curse and his privilege, even if he didn't necessarily seem happy about it based on how he looked when he said Tommy's name.

LOL in my head canon Nick had a crush on Ziggy for a really long time and only found the courage during that summer because of what he decided to do.

I've talked a lot about this with other people - like Nick's intention with the curse, because he was trying to save people and he was frolicking around with Ziggy shortly beforehand. To me, he did know it was real, even if he didn't want it to be. He got close to Ziggy because he wanted to make sure she was okay, even if that epically failed and he was a complete idiot about all of it. the thing about Nick is that he has some humanity in him, especially when it comes to Ziggy. Maybe he didn't want the curse to be real, but he knew it was deep down (in my mind). He just tried to justify his reasoning to himself and was weak.

In my mind, Nick lost a major chunk of his soul when he turned his back on Ziggy at Nightwing. When she pushed him away. Nick in 1994 and Nick in 1978 are two very different people. Nick when he puts Ryan's name on the wall is so much more of an asshole than Nick when he put Tommy (though obviously he's still awful either way). Part of my frustration with this trilogy is that Nick totally becomes a textbook moustache twirling villain in 1994 after he holds Ziggy hostage. Like his whole speech to Deena? totally lacking in nuance. He was just straight up evil. And while some people are like that (Nick’s dad was totally a creep), it was disappointing that they reduced his character so much especially because they’d shown him as a more nuanced character in 1978. 

There’s been a lot of debate on how the curse actually worked because the film implies that the first born son kind of automatically inherits the burden? Like the devil ensures that the cycle continues by each Goode having a son and so on. The son doesn’t know until they’re like 17 or something and then they’re told. But if that’s the case - how much free will do they have? Does the heart disappear after the Goode heir dies and then reappears when the curse is renewed? It’s very unclear because the wall has the names when Nick says Tommy and his dad is dead by then. When Nick dies in 1994, it all disappears, so the nuances of the curse are very unclear. 

In my head canon, Joseph Goode (Nick’s dad) died from a sudden heart attack or other accident as a final fuck you from satan, though I know other people have different ideas on how Joseph bit the dust which are so fun. 

In terms of the females though, people have looked at the Goode family tree and there were barely any females born. Like it’s sons and sons and sons. In my opinion, I think the Goode matriarch’s knew something was up, but maybe not the full details. Same with Will. I like the idea of the curse being something solely thrust on the shoulder’s of the first born son, and so he’s very isolated from the family afterwards. 

lol so sorry for the long reply but let me know what you think! always fun discussing this stuff.  

[rabesbabe]

Blushing

Older ziggy berman x fem!reader

A/N: I wrote this at 4 am so i hope it’s not that bad. This is also my first time writing so please give me tips or advice! <3

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“They’ll walk right past you. I promise I won’t let anything hurt you.” I love you. Ziggy bit her tongue to stop herself from saying the last 3 words.

You looked up at her and leaned in. So close that your noses were touching. She almost thought you were going to kiss her. But you pecked her nose, quick and wet. Her cheeks warmed.

She pulled away and looked at you. You gave her a reassuring smile, letting her know you would be okay, and she got up.

……

“Don’t breathe. Don’t breathe.” You could feel the floor rattle with each step the ‘man’ took. He was breathing hard in his mask. As he got closer and closer his long hands barely skimmed your knees, but he didn’t seem to notice you. Once he was farther into the store his feet following the green path of blood, you got up and pulled the rope. You tugged as hard as your body would let you. The rolling gate eliciting a loud clank as it hit the floor, making the man turn around and try to push the gate open. You jumped back slightly but didn’t let go of the rope. Quickly tying it to the screw in the wall.

You turned around looking for Ziggy praying that she was okay.

“Shit” Ziggy says as she runs across the mall to trap the other gate. She tugged on the rope but it wouldn’t close all the way.

You noticed this and ran over. She jumped a little, then realized it was you. You stepped on the gate and she tugged harder. It finally hit the floor and she tied it. Grabbing you by the waist she started running. Once you both made it behind the counter you felt her hug you tight. You quickly reciprocated the action, smiling.

“Was that all of them?” Josh looked at you two with a smirk on his face. But he didn’t say anything. Ziggy just glared at him. “It was only four.” “Skull mask, nightwing-“ “No ruby?” Deena asked. “No. No ruby.”

“Yo-yo-yo- why’s it so quiet?” Martin looked up at all 5 of you.

“Hes here.”

“Ziggy-“ you looked at her with worry written all over your face. “Are you sure you want to do this?” She grabbed your hand and brought it up to her lips, and then yours. “I have to.”

………

“Hello?” “Anyone?” Nick turned around and saw ziggy. “I- is- Ziggy?” “Nick.” “What are you doing here?” “Tag your it.” She tugged on a rope and green blood dropped all over Nick. Ziggy tried to run back to you but He grabbed her by the neck. Choking her. She screamed and you panicked.

You used the knife you were holding to cut your palm. Once the monsters smelled the blood they came after you. Nick let go of Ziggy and ran out of two doors. Deena chased after him.

Ziggy ran behind the counter and came back over and grabbed you she sprayed the monsters with blood and ripped ur shirt off that was stained with blood from your hands.

……

You both ran into one of the stores. Josh and Martin quickly running right after you. Once you all were in the shop Martin closed the rolling gate.

“Fuck.” You said squeezing your stomach where one of the monsters had cut you. “Come here I need to clean that.” Ziggy said noticing your pain. She looked serious and you didn’t bother telling her it was okay. She grabbed your waist and pulled you to the storage area of the shop. She found rubbing alcohol and a few sponges. “This might hurt, squeeze my hand if it gets to be too much.” You nodded and wrapped your long fingers in her boney ones.

“Jesus.” You winced as she poured the alcohol over the cut.

Once finished cleaning your wound, you cleaned a few cuts she had on her face. “You have a cute nose” you said lightly tracing over the small bump at the end of her nose. “Is that why your always kissing it?” She said slightly smirking “Maybe. Or maybe that’s the closest I can get to a real kiss.” You said pecking her nose and then her cheeks, and forehead.

“You’re such a flirt”

“Only for you berman” you say winking.

She just giggles her cheeks tinted pink.

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The Mosley Review: Fear Street Part Three: 1666

The third film in a trilogy is always the hardest one to do. You start off so strong and the pressure is so immense on third film to deliver the same quality and satisfying ending. Many have succeeded and alot have failed, but this film did the former. I cannot stress how much fun it has been to follow this amazing, thrilling and suspenseful trilogy to its end. I have been surprised by the amount of care and consistent quality of storytelling across the board. I loved how we get the origin story behind the curse on the Shadyside and the source of all the affliction. Puritan stories and how quick the title "Witch" is always easy to show the atrocities committed by thy neighbor, but I liked how the pacing kept it moving and didn't linger on that aspect. The story may have shrunk in scale, but that was a plus. The story can focus on the characters and the flow of the story. This chapter did that the best and I loved every second of it. I simply cannot get over how invested I became in Sarah Fier's story and how heartbreaking it was. That was truly a testament to the excellent from a brilliant cast.

The cast across all three films have been amazing and they all return in an American Horror Story style as they all do double duty. Kiana Madeira delivered a knockout performance in this film as both Sarah Fier and Deena. Per the story, she experiences Sarah Fier's life through a supernatural connection and she was outstanding. I connected with her instantly and how she fought like hell to prove her innocence. Kiana delivers not only an emotional performance, but a strong physical one as well and that was impressive. Elizabeth Scopel plays the "real" Sarah and we only get flashes of her. I understood the connection that was made, but I would've liked to have seen Elizabeth's take on the character. Olivia Scott Welch returns and as Hannah Miller she was excellent. I felt that the loving bond between her and Sarah was more powerful and pure. Something about the past makes everything more special. Benjamin Flores Jr. was good as Henry and just as solid as Josh. Doesn't matter the era, those two are great together as brother and sister. Jordana Spiro was great as The Widow and Mrs. Lane. She always has a presence in each film and I feel like she's a good luck charm in the way of Bruce Campbell, but more dramatic. It was great to see Mrs. Lane finally get closure. Gillian Jacobs returns as Ziggy and she was truly having alot of fun. I loved how she faced her trauma later in the film. McCabe Slye was great as Mad Thomas and I loved his determination. As Tommy Slater from the past film he embodied an unstoppable force, but here he embodied the town drunk and fool with an influence. Darrell Britt-Gibson was hilarious as Martin and I'm glad he got real time to shine. Ashley Zukerman was outstanding as Solomon Goode. He was so charismatic and heartwarming at times. As Nick Goode, this time he gets into the action and it was so satisfying to see. The cast across all three films have done an amazing job and I commend them for their work.

The score once was a standout and with composers Marco Beltrami, Anna Drubich and Marcus Trumpp, it was perfection. This was the most haunting, terrifying and heartbreaking score in the trilogy and I almost prefer it over Part Two. I just love the implementation of different sounds and its infections intensity. Srash’s fate is by far my favorite piece. The cinematography has also been a highlight across all three films, but lighting was key in this film. It was expertly done and visually stunning in both 1666 and 1994. Director Leigh Janiak has done the near impossible and adapted R.L. Stine's popular novels into this rousing success of a horror trilogy. This trilogy is some of the best content that Netflix has ever produced. This was a fun, intense, heartfelt and outstanding trilogy that should not be missed and it is now up there with the greatest of all time. For horror fans, this will satisfy the lust for teen blood to be spilt on the screen in many ways and you owe it to yourselves to see this masterpiece of a trilogy. All three Netflix original films are now streaming. Let me know what you thought of the film or my review in the comments below. Thanks for reading!

[emilyskinners]

1, 3, 11, and 25 for the unusual(ish) asks ♡

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1. who’s your celebrity crush?

I have a huge list but I'm gonna be short with my most recent (both male and female) for male, is definitely Evan Peters. You ever get that feeling you don't know or understand the hype of an actor til you've seen something that they're in. Well that's me with Evan on AHS so... For female, it's Jenna Ortega, because seeing her in the Fallout made me go wild, Jesus christ. Also her and Maddie Ziegler have sm onscreen chemistry, I just can't, my God. You should watch it, it's so damn good

3. rant. just do it

I still can't really get over the fact of the ask I sent to @fkevin073 about Nick's feelings for Ziggy leading to his downfall. It's not only just the irony of it all, but it's like so funny to laugh at him for it. Like wow, dude the one time you show love and affection towards someone, it leads you to your demise. Like, he isn't exactly pure evil, because a lot of villains always aren't, which is realistic in a sense. Nick never really had much of braincell within him. Yet again, he didn't know that 16 years later, bringing Ziggy back would come back to bite him in the ass. He would be just as shock as when he saw her in the mall for the first time in 16 years. Also, I know there is a gif set of Nick seeing Ziggy on the mall and such, but... I want someone to gif that scene but add that quote that Madison from American Horror Story says, 'Surprise bitch, I bet you thought you've seen the last of me.' like ik I did an incorrect quote to it sometime ago, but seeing the gif of it, would just make it so much more funny

I would also like to rant about the latest episode of euphoria but I don't even think you watch it. Plus this post would be way longer than it should. And also of how I'm allowed to find characters I don't like, are interesting and intriguing characters without actually having to like them, but I will also save that for another time

11. what unusual talent do you have?

Unless the ability of me getting into a washing machine during hide and seek while I was younger counts, then I don't think I have one

what’s something you can’t stop buying?

Whenever I have like a Google play card with at least 25 bucks on it, I use it on my wattpad to get the premium option so I don't have to sit around watching ads, cause those get so fucking annoying. I hate ads sm