Disclaimer: Fear Street is owned by R.L. Stine or Scholastic. Celia Cortez and Anaxandra Fier owned by me. Timber Wolf by DC.
A series of drabbles centered around a couple of original characters created by me, before and after a major storyline of mine which hasn't yet flowered. This will also include plot threads which I may or may not incorporate in the main story. I mean, it's fanfiction.
This one includes a mini crossover with a character from a version of a super-hero team called the Legion of Super-Heroes. More info given if needed, just ask.
5. Bras
Celia walked into the changing room with an armful of bras which she was about to try on. She closed the door and made sure it was locked. She sighed, and set out to try them on.
SNAP.
"Damn it!"
SNAP.
"Damn it!"
SNAP.
"Come on, already! *Sighs*. There are days I really hate you two." Celia said, eyeing her two, melon sized breasts as she held them up.
Ten minutes later, Celia was stuck in line with at least ten different ripped bras.
"I suppose I have to pay for these, don't I?" Celia asked the cashier.
6. Bathing Suits
"Nff. I still don't know why I had to wear this stupid thing."
"It's just a bathing suit. Don't they have bathing suits in the future?"
Celia lay on a towel at the shore of Fear Lake, next to Brin Londo, a.k.a. the feral Timber Wolf, from Earth-Prime. In the 31st Century, that is.
She was a very skimpy black bikini and thong which barely covered her breasts and backside. The only time she EVER felt like dressing that way. He was wearing a pair of black bathing shorts.
"They do, but you didn't buy the kind we wear." He snarled at her.
"Because the girls of Shadyside are not ready for you in a speedo and I ain't giving them the satisfaction." Celia told him.
"Florging thing's itchy." He said, squirming around trying to get comfortable.
"It's polyester lining. Stop twitching or the thing's gonna fall off." She chided him. He squirmed a bit more before he got up.
"Forget this, I'm going for a walk."
Unfortunately, the squirming had made the thing drop some, leaving the crack of his butt exposed.
"Whoa, nice view of the Grand Canyon from here. Unless you're gonna sell tickets I suggest you pull your shorts up." Celia joked.
He straightened it up, then plopped back down and fumed so more.
"Good boy."
7. Romance Novels
"Oh, poor Toy…" Anaxandra sniffled.
She sat in a brown armchair, a book titled "In the Play Room" by author Dickie Jo Cutler, tears in her eyes.
"I just don't understand how Olivio could do that to her?" She asked.
"Are you okay?" Celia asked as she entered the room.
"It's just, just… *sniff*, I can't believe what Toy O'Dare is going through. Olivio promised her that he would love her forever." Anaxandra cried. Celia rolled her eyes.
"I can't believe you're getting worked up over a lousy romance novel. Those things aren't even written that well."
"I know, it's just…" Anaxandra began crying.
"Come on, I'll get you some tissues. Let's go."
Celia led Anaxandra down the hall to the bathroom in order to clean her up.
A few seconds later…
"What does she mean Olivio betrayed Toy?!" Celia screamed as she tore through the book.