Request: ‘Hi ! Sorry if I’m not doing this right, I’m still trying to figure out how to use tumblr. I was wondering if I could request a “fear street” x reader (the third movie) I was thinking Nick Goode (sheriff Nick) and the reader (she/her pronouns preferably) are married and Deena, Josh and ziggy tell her about the “Goode’s” being evil and all and just her reaction to that maybe also her helping set up the trap for Nick at the mall, sorry if that’s confusing or too long, if it is, I totally get it. Thank you for your time !
Ps. I love your writing, I think it’s amazing !’
Thank you so much! I love this idea! I made her Ziggy’s sister for drama. Is that okay?
Thank you so much! And it is not too long, it is wonderful!
Warnings: Language, mentions of death, mentions of family member death and children loosing their father, and sister loosing sister. Mentions of murder and betrayal.
Also, I don’t know how to feel about this, haha...
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Disclaimer: This is a fanfiction, the scenarios, the reader, and the dialogue are all mine. There is also some dialogue from the movies, as part of this one shot is set in a scene from the film, I do not take credit for that dialogue.
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"How dare you. Goodbye." (Y/n) slams the phone back on the receiver, flashing it the bird.
A bunch of teenagers decided to pull a prank, and at first, they had her; they rang up, saying that those two junkies were not the killers, and she believed them, offering to help and get her husband until they told her 'who' it was.
Her husband, Nick Goode, aka 'Sheriff Goode,' is most definitely not a killer.
(Y/n) freezes for a second, facing the open kitchen doorway, and thinks. At the -
No way.
Scoffing, she shakes her head and picks up her coffee mug, heading into the living room. These are her few minutes of rest, having just gotten the children to bed and very tired herself. She usually waits up for her husband, but he told her to head to bed as he will be out late.
However, hopefully, this coffee will keep her up for a couple more hours.
Maybe -
Nah.
She sighs and grabs the remote, the news channel instantly lighting up - there is her husband. She smiles at his face, feeling his gaze and love for her through the screen, almost as if he is looking right at her.
Her smile falls at the reminder of the atrocities that have occurred this night, reminding her of the camp. Her sister died that night.
She still finds herself in disbelief over the fact that Tommy would kill his girlfriend and all those children.
(Y/n) looks over to the picture of her and her friends on the wall. It was taken the morning of the Camp Nightwing massacre. They are all smiling; they were so happy.
Back then, Nick seemed to have had a crush on Ziggy; thankfully, he didn't, as it would be weird being married to him then, seeing as she is her sister.
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"(Y/n)."
Her eyes shoot open, and she jumps, rolling off the sofa and onto the white rug. "Ziggy?"
There, above her, is her smiling sister, who she hasn't seen in years. Ziggy has never bothered to come and meet her nieces and nephews.
"Get out."
Her smile falls as (Y/n) pushes herself up, lowering her voice to a whisper, "how did you get in here?"
"Why are you whispering?" Ziggy practically shouts, making her wince. Before she can speak, her sister takes in the room, her smile falling as she sees all the family pictures, "you married Nick?"
"He married me," she doesn't know what exactly she is saying, but all those insecurities from when she was a teenager are coming back and her embarrassment and shame.
She frowns and sighs, "I'm not surprised; I am the one who cut him out after all."
(Y/n) pulls a face, throwing her hands up in the air, "he chose me, Ziggy. Please get over it."
Her sister rolls her eyes, crossing her arms, "and you should have said no." There's a pause as (Y/n) glares at her sister, holding back profanities.
Grabbing the remote, she switches off the television, turning to resume her glares at her sister. "Well, I said yes, and look what it got me, beautiful children and a happy marriage." Her sister's face falls, "so please, lower your voice."
"Listen, (Y/n), I didn't believe it at first either, but you should have said no."
"She's right," a male's voice states from the corridor, making her jump again. She goes to speak, but before she can, the out-of-breath boy does, "my sister wasn't lying on the phone. Your husband is evil."
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"Sarah Fier is not the witch."
(Y/n) is sat on the sofa, Deena, Josh, and Ziggy standing in front of her in the form of a semi-circle, coffee table pushed back. The children are at their Nanny's, Ziggy having ordered her to call her to take them away for the night.
"But the rhyme -"
Deena shakes her head and takes a seat beside her, "the rhyme is a lie." She looks between her sister and the other two, she goes to speak again, but she is cut off, "made by Solomon Goode." She places her hands on top of (Y/n's) and laughs, "an agreement with the devil passed down generation to generation."
(Y/n) shakes her head.
Then she remembers.
"He arrived so quickly to kill the - Ryan Torres." Josh nods, placing his hand in his pockets, and he rolls back and forth on the balls of his feet. "Sunnyville has no crime; I always thought it was the witch- but why?"
"He wants Sunnyville to have no crime, accidents, or anything," (Y/n) nods, "so he kills Shadysiders."
She stops nodding and stands, shaking her head as she smooths down the ends of her button-up, her eyes beginning to brim with tears.
"He sacrifices them," (Y/n) turns around to face the now standing Deena, "but Cindy."
"Collateral damage."
(Y/n) clenches her fists, her gaze hardening at her coffee cup as she shakes her head. "But I am a Shadysider... my children..."
Deena frowns, "I'm sorry, but it is the truth."
"Tell me everything."
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(Y/n) watches the trees whiz past them, and then the signs; as they near the mall.
It all makes sense but is it true?
For years she and Nick have been together, happy, married, and had children. Now, she understands she was his second choice. Now, she understands that he killed her sister. Now, she understands he is a risk to her babies.
Fuck him.
She should be ashamed of what she is about to do, this plan.
Murder her husband.
She is sad, but she is not ashamed.
Sheriff Good her ass.
How can she love a monster?
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"You're a monster."
Nick's eyes pull away from Ziggy as his wife stands out from behind the tree. His eyes widen, his jaw-dropping slightly.
She smirks, stepping down to take her sister's place in front of him. The plan is in motion, going so well as he slowly falls further into their trap. Ziggy steps to the side, allowing her sister to take her place, right next to the rope.
Her smirk slowly transforms into a smile as she watches him take her outfit in, one of his favorites, a flattering, red dress - in fact, he bought it for her as an anniversary gift.
"Honey?"
She shakes her head, her hand going to the rope, "it's (Y/n)," and she pulls it.
Ziggy grabs her hand and (Y/n) gives thanks to the heavens that this dress is flowy above her knees otherwise she would not be able to run.
She can't help the heart-wrenching feeling she has as she hears her friends pull their ropes, releasing the monsters.
Then it happens.
Her husband wraps one arm around her neck, the other around her waist as he pulls her back. Ziggy gasps and runs forward, stopping once he raises his arm and points his gun at her. "DEENA! GET THEM AWAY FROM ME!" (Y/n) screams, continuing to thrash about as her eyes gloss over with tears. "IF I DIE, SHE DIES!" His arm darts between each of the serial killers as he ignores the fact that this is his wife.
"What happened to our vows, sweetie?" He whispers into her ear, making her gag. She begins to scream louder, making her throat burn slightly. "GO AWAY!" Her screams get louder and louder as she tries to step on his feet as hard as she can, but he does not flinch. "GET BACK!"
"You murdered my sister." She whispers, and for a second, his arm holding his gun wavers. "You'd probably kill our children too, just like the children you have today."
He inhale sharply, his arm around her neck tightening, "how dare you- I would never harm our own -"
His arm loosens, and she falls forward, her sister catching her, as Nick falls to the ground, Skullmask stabbing him in the back.
"Karma's a bitch Nicky!" (Y/n) shouts triumphantly as two begin to run, gripping each other's hand.
Then it happens again.
(Y/n) is grabbed.
"Your blood, it's on her!" Josh shouts as the crazy possessed body pulls her to him by her neck.
I apologize for the lack of a gif. I could NOT find a gif (or even a decent picture for that matter) of Will for the life of me!
Request- Hey! can you make a Will Goode imagine where reader is mad at him and he tries to apologize and it's all fluff at the end
“Where is it?!” You yell in frustration as you all but destroy your bunk, searching for your most prized possession.
“Hey ba- woah, what’s going on here?” Your boyfriend stops in his tracks as he enters your cabin, surveying the damage that you were currently doing in your panicked state.
“Looking for my necklace! I left it right here under my pillow before I went to take a shower this morning and now it’s gone. I swear, if Sheila came in here and stole it I’ll drown her in the lake!”
“Now let’s not go drowning people in the lake,” He chuckles, “Besides, it’s right here.”
You watch as he pulls your precious jewelry out of his pocket and holds it out to you.
You take it from his hands and look up at him, “You took it?”
“Yeah. I mean you wear the thing every single day, I just was wondering how long it would take you to notice it was gone. I didn’t think you’d get so heated,” He replies in amusement.
“Will, this is my mom’s necklace,” You tell him with a hint of anger. Will’s grin immediately disappears.
Your mother had passed away two years prior and this necklace was the only item of hers you had left. You treasured that necklace more than anything. You weren’t sure what you would do if you had lost it.
“Y/N, I’m sorry. I didn’t know.” He apologizes quickly.
“Of course you didn’t know Will, because you never bothered to ask. Clearly you noticed that I wear it everyday. It’s obviously special to me and you never bothered to ask why.”
“Y/N it was only supposed to be a joke, I swear I didn’t mean to upset you.”
“Well you did, Will. Can you just go? I have to clean up this mess.” You turned away and picked up one of your pillows off the floor and placed it back on your bed.
“Let me help.”
You didn’t look back as you continued picking up your belongings, “No. I don’t want your help. Just leave, please.”
“Y/N-“
“Just go Will!” You yelled, looking back at him with a glare.
He stared at you in defeat for a moment before turning and walking towards the cabin door. In the doorway he turned back in your direction as if he wanted to say something else but you’d already turned your back to him to keep cleaning up.
Later that day you were outside practicing your archery with one of your friends when Will walked up beside you. You ignored him and shot another arrow at the target, hitting it right in the center.
“Y/N can we talk,” Your boyfriend asks quietly.
“I’m busy Will.”
“Okay…let me talk to you then and you can just listen.”
“Not right now. I’m trying to concentrate.”
“How long are you going to stay mad at me?” You took another shot and missed, rolling your eyes before finally turning to him angrily.
“I don’t know now Will. What you did was pretty fucked up.”
“I know. I just… I don’t know what I was thinking, okay?”
“Clearly,” You mutter, walking over to the target to retrieve your arrows before putting them and the bow away.
You started to walk away as he followed behind you closely.
“Look, I know I fucked up. But just know that I would never- Y/N can you please just stop and talk to me? Y/N!” He reaches out and grabs your wrist, stopping you in your place as he moves to stand in front of you.
“I messed up bad. But I didn’t mean to. I would never intentionally hurt you. And I know I should’ve asked about the necklace. I wish more then anything I could go back in time and ask you. You mean the world to me Y/N and whatever is important to you is important to me too. I love you Y/N.”
You looked up at him with wide eyes. That was the first time either of you had used the L word.
“You what?” You asked softly.
“I love you Y/N L/N. I really do. I fucking love you and I can’t handle you being angry with me for another second so please, please forgive me.” He pleaded.
“Will I-“ You started, “-I love you too.”
He looks hopeful, “So does that mean?”
“Yes I forgive you idiot,” You grin.
He smiles and tucks your hair behind your ears before placing his hands gently on either side of your face and leaning in to place his lips against yours.
The kiss is short and after he pulls away he straightens up a bit to press his lips against your forehead sweetly, resting them there for just a moment.
“I love you,” He says again, grinning down at you.
“I love you too but Will?”
“Yeah?”
“If you ever pull some shit like that again I’m going to drown you in the lake.”
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