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samcarpentersgirlfriend · 1 year

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Headcanons for wes as a boyfriend?

ofc!! also got a request asking for the same thing with gender neutral reader so I’m just combining them together :)

these aren’t the best but I tried lol

|| WES HICKS AS YOUR BOYFRIEND 𖤐₊˚.

warnings: none, just fluff

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

- you probably had to make the first real move - wes liked you too much and didn’t want to screw up his chance with you.

- definitely a horrible flirt but honestly? you kind of love that about him. sometimes his flirting or corny pick up lines are so bad that they’re kinda good, which you find super endearing

- his mother taught him from a very young age that the world can be dangerous which means he’s very protective of you

- like he reminds you to lock your back door before you hang up after an evening call just so you don’t forget, because if not he’ll worry about you and your safety

- again, will make you call him when you get home or insist on dropping you himself even if he lives in the complete opposite direction to you

- wes doesn’t mind going out for dinner for a date but I think he would prefer something more intimate and low-key - maybe watching a movie huddles together on the sofa or maybe going to a small, cosy diner compared to a high-end restaurant

- he would come back with gifts for you that he knows that you’ll love more often that not. he tries to play it off and say that he was in the store anyway and just happened to walk by the gift and thought of you, but he definitely went out of his way to get it because he thought it would make you happy

- he’s an overthinker. sometimes you might send a text and sound slightly off or slightly mad and he’ll stay up thinking about it and if he’s done anything wrong

- he takes a lot of pictures of you. whether you’re just sitting, completely engrossed in whatever it is that you’re doing or whether you’re mid-laugh because of some stupid joke he told you, he can’t help himself because he thinks you look so cute!! one of them is definitely his home screen

- he’s watched his mom cook a bunch of times but that doesn’t mean he’s any good at making food himself </3 he’ll try and make you dinner and desert occasionally but one time he messed up so badly he had to cave and order take out instead. you never let him forget it and lovingly tease him about it whenever you got the chance

- when you hang out with your group of friends, you’ll often catch him staring at you like you’re the most beautiful constellation in the sky. when you first started dating he tried to be smooth about it, but after a while he stopped caring and didn’t care if you saw

- very proud to be with you and actively wants everybody to know that you’re his girlfriend - probably talks about you a lot too

- likes psychical touch - especially when you initiate it. if you’re walking together and you grab his hand in a busy crowd, it never fails to make his heart skip a beat - no matter how long you’ve been together. he isn’t really big on extreme pda but loves to be as close to you as possible when it’s just the two of you.

- he’ll also let you borrow or steal his clothes constantly. you’re cold? here, take his hoodie, he’s sweating anyway. you like his shirt? he never liked it anyway and it looks better on you than it ever did on him. he finds it super attractive when you walk into school wearing one of his tops or go to sleep in a pair of his sweatpants

- he loves to share his interests with you - he’ll try and get you to listen to his favourite band or watch his all - time favourite movie so he can talk about it with you (but he would definitely quote all the iconic lines the whole way through or occasionally recreate full on scenes)

- strangely into vinyls and CDs. he has a bunch of them in his room and anytime anybody asks him why he doesn’t just stream music she’ll just send them a death glare and go on a rant about how playing it traditionally is better. he 100% stocked up on records from your favourite artist after you started dating and plays it when he’s sad - it makes him think of you.

- he’s honestly just a huge closeted nerd tbh

- can also play an instrument- he learned when he was a kid and when you found out, you essentially forced him to play for you. he’s not a professional or anything, but he’ll play you songs because he knows you love it

- isn’t a very confrontational person so he tries to ignore arguments altogether. he knows when he messes up and even if it hurts his pride, he’ll apologise because the last thing he wants is to loose you

- if his mom didn’t accept you at first (due to her thinking nobody was truly good enough for her son), he would stand by you and not budge until she realised she was wrong and that wes was happier than ever

- “wes, I don’t want to get between you and your mom, I-“

“no! I’m dating you and she’s gonna get over it whether she likes it or not. I’m not leaving you to make her happy, okay?”

- it honestly warms your heart that he’ll stand up for you like that tbh

- lets you dye his hair if he needs a touch up, even if he’ll be talking the whole time and checking you out in the mirror to make sure you’re doing it right

- honestly just the best bf in general <33

#wes hicks #wes hicks x reader #dylan minnette #dylan minette x reader #wes hicks imagine #wes hicks x y/n #scream x reader #scream x you #scream 2022 #scream 5 #wes hicks x you #scream imagine #scream headcanons #fanfiction #scream fanfic #fanfic

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murdrdocs · 1 year

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au where wes doesnt die but in fact was only ignoring his moms calls because he was getting his dick wet in the shower

REAL ‼️

his phone is on the counter, right beside yours, and it's still silenced from the run you'd both taken earlier.

even if it wasn't, neither of you would be able to hear the ringing over his moans. the tile is slippery beneath your knees, and you seriously hope you don't fall over and break your nose. your nails dig into wes' thighs, making indents that he'll probably complain about later.

he says your nickname, the one from when you were kids, the one that only he still calls you. "maybe ... maybe we shouldn't be doing this," he hisses when you hollow your cheeks out at the tip, taking a moment to pinch his eyes shut and regain his composure. "you know with the horror movie rules and stuff that mindy's always talking about."

when you pull off of wes' dick, he immediately misses your warmth, especially when you send him an icy gaze.

"wes," you start, your hand already starting to stroke his cock in place of your mouth. "there're so many redundant horror movie rules. if we followed them, we would have to like, move to fucking mars or something."

you lean forward, kissing the head of his dick, reveling in the way his eyes get a little heavier and his breathing gets a little more labored. he stares down at you, and you stare up at him, a teasing look in your eyes as you stick your tongue out, kitten licking his weeping tip.

"plus, isn't there a rule against showering?"

that's enough convincing for wes as he nods enthuiastically, brows furrowed for a second. "yeah ... yeah, okay."

"okay?"

"okay." you go back to wrap your lips around him, but he stops you.

"if we're gonna break the rules, will you at least let me fuck you?"

your grin is wicked, a little amused. "all you had to do was ask."

#wes hicks x reader #wes hicks x you #wes hicks smut #wes hicks #dylan minette #celeste writes scream #scream 5 x reader

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blueeyedheizer · 7 years

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Interview With Castmates - Miles Heizer x Reader

MASTERLIST

Pairing : Miles Heizer x Reader (x Katherine Langford x Dylan Minnette x Alisha Boe)

A/N : this has nothing to do with the imagine but i want to watch parenthood so bad uhhh and I live for miles and mae’s friendship || *cries bc there’s no gif with miles, kath, dylan and alisha* (sorry again for the grammar mistakes, hope your eyes aren’t bleeding ;) ♥)

Your heart was thumping fast in your chest as you waited for the interview to start. Tonight you were going to watch an interview of your best friend and close friends, Miles Heizer, Katherine Langford, Dylan Minnette and Alisha Boe who were castmates in 13 Reasons Why.

You sat on the couch, paying attention to every word that was said. It was one of the first time you saw Miles doing a big interview and you were pretty excited to see him. Your eyes were glued on the screen as the four of them made their appearance. You couldn't help but let out a squeal of excitement as you saw your friends walk into view. The interviewer greeted them and they replied with smiles on their faces as they took a seat.

The first ten minutes were questions about the show, if they knew how it ended before anyone else, how they reacted when they got the call for their roles, or if they could give us some informations about season two. But your eyes widened when you heard your name being mentioned by the interviewer. You straightened your back and turned the volume higher, listening intently.

''Miles, Y/N Y/L/N is your best friend, and a close friend of you guys'' he said, turning his attention to Katherine, Alisha and Dylan. ''Did she watched the show ?''

''Yeah, she did.'' Miles laughed. ''And she couldn't stop crying when she heard that my character was in critical conditions.''

''Crying ? I almost thought she was dying.'' Alisha said, and they all laughed.

''So you guys watched the show together?'' The man questioned

''Yes. The whole cast was there. I think we all cried, but Y/N was really saddened by some scenes, especially Alex's suicide. She tried so hard to fight back her tears but she's a sweetheart and she can't stand seeing her best friend hurt, not even in a show.'' Katherine explained, with a smile on her face.

''Honestly, her reaction was so cute. She kept hugging Miles and Kath with all her strength as soon as the last episode was over.'' Dylan smiled as he remembered that day.

''Aw, don't make me think about that again, I want to hug her now! I love you Y/N!'' Katherine exclaimed as she blew a kiss at the camera.

You felt the heat run to your cheeks as you watched your friends talk about this true but embarassing moment. What Dylan said was right, after watching the show, you spent the next thirty minutes clinging onto Miles and Katherine. It was really hard to see their characters in such a big amout of pain, and you were so upset because it felt so real. You were glad they were both alive and well.

''So, I guess Alex and Hannah are her favorite characters, right ?''

''Absolutely.'' Miles answered with a smile. ''Well, I don’t really know if Hannah is her favorite, but trust me, I know that if Alex dies in the next season she won't stop talking about it for a whole month.... Maybe a year.''

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hrrorflm · 3 years

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Love on the phone.

Braeden Lemasters x reader

English isn't my first language so I'm trying very hard, please don't be though with me.

I was very tired of couldn't find something about Braeden so I decided to make my own. Hope you enjoy it!

Warnings: None. Just a fluffy cute Braeden.

It was a rough night away from Braeden. He had been on tour for the last six months, so that meants not being able to see him as much as you wanted.

Some nights, when he wasn't tired enough, he would make a phone call to find out how your day had been, what you had done and how your classes were going.

Sometimes, you really felt like he was by your side even if isn't was like that, listen his sleepy voice at nights was so relaxing for you that even fell asleep on the phone.

After doing your nightly routine that basically consisted of brushing your teeth and putting on your pajamas, you were ready to go to bed and grab your phone in your hands, ready to check your social media and wait for Braeden's call. The first thing you did was go to Instagram, where you checked the boys official account to find a couple of stories that had recently been uploaded about the show that night in Chicago. They had been amazing and the screams of the fans could make anyone deaf, which made you mentally thank you for not wearing your headphones in that moment or probably, you would have been deaf for a few minutes. After that, you went back to your home page, coming across a post from Lydia about that night's concert. It was a photo of Dylan on stage as he played guitar and sang into the microphone.

You kept going down the home page after leaving your like on the post and without prior notice, your cell phone began to ring. For an instant that took you by surprise, causing it to slip from your hands and inevitably make you nervous, but you quickly took it back between your fingers to see the photo of Braeden on the screen. Without hesitating a second longer, you answered the call.

"Hey, baby." He sounds sleepy, a little but tired even. That was very normal for him and actually, for her.

"I've been missing you." You confessed in a whisper, like nobody has to listen you.

"I miss you too, babe. But I'll be there soon, I promise." He responded in a whisper too, running the back of his hand over his eyes to try to lightly dispel all traces of sleep although that only made it worse.

"When do you end the tour?" You asked as you lay back on your bed, keeping your eyes on the ceiling as you tried to imagine what Braden looked like at that time.

"Maybe in a few days yet, I don't know, babe. You know we might have to spend a few more days away from home, for interviews or whatever." Braeden laid his guitar on the couch of their private tour bus, and walked over to the little beds in the back, ready to rest.

"Okay, I want to see you, Braeden. I love you." You let out a slight sigh before falling asleep, thanking a supreme outside for allowing you to last long enough during the call to be able to say that last to him.

"I love you too." Braeden answered with a silly smile, hanging up the call when realizing that, like other nights; you had finally fallen asleep on the phone.

And though Braeden was already tired and sleepy, he couldn't help but think about the big day ahead of him tomorrow. And the great surprise that you would get when you see him standing in front of your door without even having warned you before.

I hope you liked! This is my fist imagine and the first to Braeden, so I hope you liked. 🤍

#braeden lemasters #wallows #imagines #readers #Braeden lemasters x reader #Dylan Minette

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kimhargreeves · 4 years

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The End-Clay Jensen

A/N: Today the tv show 13 Reasons Why has ended on its 4th season. I still havent seen the 3rd or this last season yet but it has been a ride. Seeing this show was tough so to anyone struggling with suicide or anyrhing else. Please don't do it. Life may seem rough trust me i've had the same thoughts and everything, but someday things will get better.

Life has never been so depressing and tiring till now sure we've all been depressed at least once in our lives but today was different,a friend of mine decided to commit suicide yesterday,the news hit me since I was her friend and before she stopped talking to anyone or hanging out we had a small chat about our future. Hannah Baker the girl who decided to end her life didn't say anything when I asked what she wanted in life.

I heard the news through a friend of mine Tony and when Clay Jensen heard the news it destroyed him..we skipped school so we could be able to attend her funeral. Hannah,Clay and myself would hung out occasionally if we didn't have school work and I would visit them at the movie theatre.

I got all dressed up and was ready to go,as my dad drove us across the cemetery I saw people already there. I told my parents I would sit down next to Clay so I did. I whispered 'hello' to him even if he wouldn't reply,he kept on staring down at the ground as we heard people talking about Hannah and Clay seemed to cry even more as Hannah's mother started screaming her once daughter's name,I grabbed his hand and held it tight.

From what I saw a few days ago Clay and Hannah were close..Clay liked Hannah more than a friend which saddened me..I can't say I have been the greatest friend but I did let someone down..Hannah..we chatted for a little while the last day I saw but since she started hanging out with Clay more I told her a few things and a few kids at school too.

"(Y/N),It's time to go."

I didn't realized that it was getting late,my parents glanced over to me as they spoke to Hannah's parents, "Honey..we're going to stay with Hannah's parents-"

"I'm staying with Clay." I tell them trying not to cry, "He's having a hard time as well."

My mother nodded her head and walked away.Clay slowly stood up and still holding onto my hand dragged me over to his parent's car, "Clay.." I was about to tell him something but saw his gloomy expression staring outside the car windows as we passed down the familiar neighborhood,it started to rain which only worsened the moment.

His parents stayed in the living room while I watched Clay make his way up to his room without a word so I went up,I closed the door behind me and saw him throwing his books onto the floor, "Clay..Hannah did this for a reason-"

"What reason? Tell me (Y/N)."

Clay faced me this time but with an angry look, "Everyone keeps telling me that i'll be fine tomorrow and that her death was just an accident..are you gonna be one of those people?"

"Clay..Hannah would like you to move on and be happy..I-I always likes you..you know?"

I tell him but that makes him turn his full body as he towers over me, "You're telling me that now? You think I didn't knew that?! I will and only consider you my friend but nothing more I loved Hannah more than anything..Get out..."

"But..Clay you have to understand-"

"I said get out!!"

I stared at Clay who shouted at me furiously without saying a word I ran down out of his room and house and made my way to my own,my eyes were blurry due to the amount I was crying now..more like sobbing. I reached the door to my house and began to unlock the door when my feet touched something,I looked down and saw a shoe box,confused to what might be inside I picked it up and entered.

I ran up to my room and opened the box and saw thirteen cassettes resting inside with a note, I got my walkman and placed number 1 inside and pressed play.

"Hey, It's Hannah Hannah Baker"

" Don't adjust your- whatever device you're hearing this on It's me, live and in stereo No return engagements, no encore And this time, absolutely no requests Get a snack, settle in Because I'm about to tell you the story of my life, more specifically why my life ended And if you're listening to this tape, you're one of the reasons why."

I teared up when her voice came up which reminded me of when we first met...till I stopped the tape for a second..I'm one of the reasons on why she killed..herself? I continued listening to her.

"I'm not saying which tape brings you into the story But, fear not, if you recieve this lovely little box, your name will pop up, I promise The rules here are pretty simple There are only two Rule number one: you listen Number two: you pass it on Hopefully neither one will be easy, its not supposed to be easy or I would've emailed you an MP3 When you're done listening to all 13 sides, because there are 13 sides to every story, rewind the tapes, put them back in the box, and pass them on to the next person "

I stopped once more and took my ear phones out and hid my face as I continued to cry..those things I did and said in school about her are coming back..in the end everything will be the same it'll end up with pain,sadness and loneliness..i'm one of the reasons Hannah Baker killed herself..why was I so terrible to let her down? I should've saved her but I couldn't.

Slowly I made my way to my parents room and began to search inside my father's drawers, till I found the thing I was looking for. I made my way back to my room and sat down in bed with the item in hand as I raised it my hand began to shake and my finger began to get close to the trigger...

#13 reasons why #13 reasons imagine #clay jensen #clay jensen x reader #hannah baker #dylan minette #suicide is not the answer #13 reasons season 2 #casettes #liberty high school

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daddydempseyy · 7 years

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Jealous Much?

Pairings - Zach x Reader Summary - Reader tries to make Zach jealous.. it does NOT end well ;))) Warnings - Cursing, Smutty smutty smut smut, Daddy!Zach, Dominant!Zach POV - Third Person Word Count - 831

A/N - This is going to be like a 2-3 part thing, I guess. Daddy!Zach is totally real, so is Daddy!Ross FIGHT ME I DARE YOU

so ladies and gentlemen, I present to you - DADDY ZACH.

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It was a Saturday night and there was a party at Bryces' as always. It wasn't any different - people getting drunk off their asses, vomit in a few places, hormonal teens making out, the usual. But what wasn't usual was the tension between Zach and Y/N. Sure, they fought at times but nothing this severe. They hadn't been talking for almost two weeks. At this point, Y/N wondered if they were even together anymore. There was no set reason as to why they fought. The reason was unclear to both parties. So they handled it the same way any teenager would - they decided to get shit faced. And there was no spot better than Bryce's. Sure, he was an asshole, but he had alcohol, which was the solution to the problems of Liberty High's favourite couple.

So Y/N decided to doll up to make sure she left no stone unturned to make her man (or her ex-man?) jealous out of his mind. Zach was a jealous, petty bastard. He loved Y/N truly, but he was hurt. And there was no way he was apologising first. After a few drinks and hours, Y/N was dancing with Monty who had his hands around her waist, dangling dangerously low. He was whispering sweet nothings in her ears, while she was laughing innocently, as if this was normal. As if she wasn't doing all of this to make Zach lose his fucking mind. It was as if acting came naturally to her. And to say she wasn't successful would be the greatest lie ever. Because Zach was looking at Monty as if he would cut him in pieces and feed himself with it.

While Y/N smelled like vanilla, Zach smelled like envy. All he wanted to do was to go over to them and rip Monty apart, limb by limb. But he didn't do that. He wanted to wait and see what would happen next. And it was as if Monty and Zach were having a telepathic conversation, because he moved his hands down to Y/N's ass, giving it a squeeze, leaving Y/N too shocked to react. When she finally came to her senses, she pushed Monty, who wouldn't let go of her. Zach took this as his cue to come in and actually rip Monty apart, limb by limb. So he made his way over to his girl, ready to take her back. "Care to explain what the fuck you're doing with her?" a fuming Zach asked. Y/N had never seen him like this- she'd never seen him this angry. Eyes burning red, fists clenched, and lips in a straight line. "She's over you bro, she was practically begging me to fuck her." "Get your filthy hands off of me, you pig." Y/N said, pushing him with all her might and moving to Zachs' side. "You're lucky you're my friend, Montgomery." was all Zach said before punching him in his face.

He led Y/N out to the garden at Bryce's, where his car was parked. "thanks- thank you for uh, for saving me." An embarrassed Y/N said. She wanted to make Zach jealous, but she didn't want things to get so out of hand. Zach wasted no time in grabbing her wrist and pining her down to his car's hood. "Do you have the slightest clue as to what you've done? You avoided me for two whole weeks, didn't respond to my messages, calls and emails, and today, you showed up at a party, wearing this," He said while running his free hand over the sides of her thighs, skimming the sheer, thin material of her white lace dress. "Don't you know what happens to little girls who disobey their daddies?” Zach whispered in her ear, making her knees go wobbly. “Zach, I- you’re hurting me,” Y/N said, trying to escape his hold on her. “Oh, am I? Pardon me, where are my manners?” He said, before pinning her on the hood once more, harder than before and kissing her roughly. His brown pupils had lost their usual, cheerful look. That cheerful look was now replaced by lust. Plain lust.

He dragged her to his car, practically stuffing her in the car and closing the door, and getting in himself. Y/N, as fucked up as it sounds, couldn’t be more turned on right now. Zach started the ignition and began driving towards his house. “You’ve been so, so bad, Y/N. I think you need to be taught a lesson.” He said while running his hands on her thighs, up and down, slowly, smoothly and softly. He suddenly stopped at her core, feeling it’s wetness. “Wet already for me, babygirl?” He said and chuckled deeply. As they reached the Dempsey house, he turned off the car, getting out of his seat, he moved towards Y/N. He pulled her out, his hands on her waist. “What do you say, I have some fun with you?” He said and started taking her to his room.

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starshipsofstarlord · 3 years

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Can you do a one-shot where the reader was born in 1996 and she’s the daughter of Nikki Sixx and Brandi Brandt and is the bassist and songwriter of Wallows and is best friends with her bandmates Dylan Minnette, Braeden Lemasters, and Cole Preston and she helps 5sos write songs for the album Calm and starts dating Ashton and the fans go nuts (in the good way) with shipping?

Wallowing

ashton Irwin x wallows!reader / masterlist

warnings; references to sex, swearing, threats

“Come in babe.” You opened the door, inviting your boyfriend Ashton into your flat. He had been having a hard day at the studio, and had asked if it was alright if he came over. Of course it was, but he had got a warning prior to his arrival, that they would not be alone, and that if he wanted to clear his head, it was certainly not the right place.

“Fuck you, you’re supposed to be on my side man!” At the sound of Dylan, yelling at whom you supposed to be Cole, you pinched the bridge of your nose, squeezing your eyes shut as you welcomed your partner into your home sweet home. Out of all days, they had to be playing COD in your apartment today.

“Sorry bout that.” A light grimace filled your face, but instead of giving you criticism, Ashton simply laughed, following you through the apartment, as you tried to slowly pass behind your band mates who were occupying your living room.

“Not so fast young Sixx, get your well endowed ass back here.” A sigh fell from your mouth as you rolled your eyes at Braeden, pausing your movements as he turned to lean against the back of your couch to peer over at you. “We need to have a conversation little lady.”

Groaning, you threw your head back, smiling a small apology towards Ash. “We were going to go to my room, I’d rather just you guys play my PS4 without needing to interact with me face to face.”

“Would you rather he FaceTime you whilst you’re getting down and dirty, or stand there like a kid’s doll and allow him to pull at your arm?” Dylan mumbled, as you crossed your arms, Ash greeting your band mates as you moved towards the tv, reaching for the side button and turning it off.

“Y/n what the hell?” Cole half screamed, breaking loose as he was close to finally beating Minette and killing his gamer character. His hands flailed as he expected an answer, raising in the air as he held the remote.

“I could ask you the same thing Preston, so what’s the schtick that’s making you keep me here, in my own apartment?” He gulped as you enquired at him, raising your brow, as you leaned back into your partner who stood awkwardly behind you like a supporting shadow.

“Congrats on the album Irwin, it’s great to see our own band member aiding your band. CALM is sick, and she makes me feel the same, just in a different manner.”

“Stop being a salty little bitch would you?” You asked, smacking him on the upside of the back of his head. He rutted his head back, clasping the behind of his scalp with his palm, firmly turning back to cast an icy glare towards you.

This was the normal behaviour around here, you all enjoyed getting under each other’s skin. It was a sign of true friendship, that whilst sometimes still triggering some real annoyance, that made your bond of being band mates that much deeper.

They were doing the same thing to you now, speaking prolifically showering your boyfriend in compliments, to side swab you with cockblockery. In all honesty, whenever Lydia or another girl was on the premises, you returned the favour, though that did not your pulsating frustration decrease at all.

“I’m going to assume there’s a problem here. Are you sure now is a good time for me to be here?” Ash asked reassuringly, his gentle touch applying a loving presence upon your shoulder, making you smile despite the situation that was running through the discourse of your veins

You craved him, to feel his body atop, or under, or however else against your own. It was infuriating to endure how your band mates dragged their greeting to him out, all you wanted was to discard his and your own clothing, leaving it as a jumble of forgotten material on the floor whilst the pair of you were caught up in mess upon the mattress, limbs inclined to coil around each arch, and breaths long overdue and escaping into the air.

“It’s a good time for you overall pal, considering that your sales are sky high, taller than this one that is practically trying to hump your arm. No problems with your presence, except the fact that it’s turning little Brandi’s baby’s hormones into overdrive.” Braeden spoke, earning a guttural growl out from your throat, as your nostrils flared furiously at his words.

If you didn’t get on with it, then the Red Sea of the month would cause a flood that would stain your underwear. You’d have preferred to take action before that happened. “The work isn’t just on my shoulders loser, if you want a worldwide selling album, put in some elbow grease, instead of playing stupid games.”

“I’m good, and by definition that makes you stupid, because they belong to you.” He remarked, Cole chuckling and offering him a high five.

“I could just kick you out.” You promptly supposed, as Dylan messed around with his phone, surrendering to the game, as he ran his hand to define the ruggedness of his silvery blue locks.

“Band rules say no to that.” Braeden stated. “And Ash, feel free to replace this one, we could do a switch. You’re basically ready to move in together, so we wouldn’t have to go anywhere else to have rapid fire nights.”

“Do I even want to know what that is?” Your boyfriend asked, and you, without any thought or hesitancy, shook your head. He certainly didn’t need to know about that, it was, least to say, a mess.

There would be dares, and drinks, and tattoos put in the most awkward places with that artist set that you kept very far under your bed. It was a shock that Ashton hadn’t seen the word ‘narwhale’ on the heel of your foot, or maybe he did, and decided against saying anything.

“I put up with these idiots.” Dylan sighed, though as you whipped your head around, you saw that he was not speaking directly to any of you, instead, his

“He’s on fucking insta live.” Cole realised, leaving over to get his face in the mirroring of the stream, waving a hand to the fans that spewed hearts onto the corner of the screen.

“Prick.” You called Dylan out, watching as he laughed at your lack of amusement, and poised the self proclaimed camera towards you, also catching the person beside you in the view.

“Calm.” Ashton softly spoke, sending you a small and reassuring smile, which you were defeated to not permit the same in return

“Funny pun Irwin, but shut up.” You laughed, and shook your head, him finally catching onto what he had said.

“Yes that is the incredibly talented 5SOS member Ashton Irwin. I know right, what is he doing with us?” Cole read, watching as Dylan rolled his eyes at his band member’s behaviour, wanting to get his phone back, though his attempts were lacklustre.

“Or more specifically, her?” Braeden asks, walking behind the sofa and grasping him, dragging him closer to where the phone was propped in Cole’s hand, giving the fans a clear image of his face. “Is he joining the band?” He reads from the flood of comments. “I wish, but we don’t draw that much talent.

“Speak for yourself.” You groaned, walking closer, leaning your head over Ash’s hunched shoulder, releasing an awkward smile as he raised it, gently bumping your chin with the slope of his muscle. “Rude.”

“Where are you guys? Well, we’re at y/n’s apartment. She just got back and dragged this old slugger in off the streets. How charitable.” Cole spoke, smiling up at Irwin as he lightly punched his face, already too comfortable with his hovering presence.

“Why is he there? This one makes me laugh, quick shag, ain’t that right buddy?” Braeden thoughtlessly worded, his eyes going wide in an instant as the fans quickly tended to the realisation of what he had meant. “Fuck, oops I guess.”

To say that you were furious was an understatement; you could feel an ache in your hands, wanting to tear the idiot into dismal pieces until there was nothing salvageable left to fix.

“You guess?” Dylan snickers, covering his mouth with his hand whence he saw your murderous expression conquer features. It was vastly more terrifying than any anger you had ever portrayed, and he could feel the couch moving as Braeden turned, and squirmed from the sight.

“Lemasters, imagine your head on a stick. That is going to happen, when I get my hands on you, your gonna turn cold as I strangle the living shit outta-“ Ashton grabbed you, as your arms tried to grasp and throttle your band mate, flopping in the air, intently furious at his revealing slip up.

“I think imma go.” He bolted, and as you struggled out of Ashton’s grip, you ran after him, out your front door and through the modesty of your building.

“She forgot her key.” Ashton noted, coming around and sitting with the remaining pair on the sofa. “How one of you think it’ll take for them to return?”

“As long as it takes for her to kill him.” Dylan grasps his phone back, fluttering his gaze over the comments. “They’re kinda cute together, found my new OTP. Sorry Dylan and Lydia. Oh don’t worry, that’s fine, we gotta take what we get and currently y/n’s not getting any because we have a tendency to cockblock her.”

“It’s our duty as the men of the band.” Cole spoke, a scream reverberating through from the hallway, audible to those online that were watching the two worlds merging.

“I think she got him.” Ash said, smirking lightly, as he heard your voice bellow out in rage against the male. Yep, your band was messy, but his wasn’t much different. He could certainly get used to it.

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hallodraws · 6 years

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Surprise Concept? 🎃

Good Evening, Everyone. Hope you’re all doing spectacular tonight. I figured tonight was now as good as any to let you in on a little surprise fic I’ve got planned for you. I know I still have other series I’m working on (and should be posting updates for fairly soon) But I just got so excited and I wanted to share the concept with you. Let me ask you guys, are any of you excited for “The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina” tonight? (synopsis below banner)

Title: Spells & Spiders Genre: Male!Reader x Peter Parker/Spider-Man Universe: Marvel (MCU) x The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina AU

“When Dr. Strange informs Tony that an unknown power seems to be rising in the quiet town of Greendale, Peter is sent on his first solo mission under the Avengers to locate the source. Thinking it could be dangerous, it’s agreed that Peter will go undercover to infiltrate the town to avoid drawing attention. Coming to Greendale brings with it new friends, new feelings, and new experiences - but little does Peter know, it also houses something far darker than anything he’s prepared for.”

In Summary, the series would follow the reader - a young warlock who’s taken up residence with the Spellman family. While the reader is adjusting to their new life in Greendale, a new boy - Peter Parker - also shows up. He’s friendly and fun, but also very secretive. You can talk really, you’re also hiding something. I’m excited to really try a series idea that no one has thought of yet. I’m also excited to play with Sabrina x Reader in a brother/sister sense as well. I think it’ll be fun. I’ve read the comic and I think I know just how to make this AU fun and also not totally ridiculous. (Also, for gifs & promotional material I’ve put Dylan Minette in as the reader ♡ god he’s so cute) Hope this little announcement gets you guys excited. I know I am. 🎃 Like, share, and comment below if you’re excited!

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samcarpentersgirlfriend · 11 months

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headcanon for wes as your fake boyfriend?

i love this request it’s so cute <33

FAKE DATING WES HICKS 𖤐₊˚.

warnings: none

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- when you ask wes to be your fake boyfriend, he literally laughs in your face

- it takes him a minute and the look on your face to realise that you are in fact being serious

- “okay, let me make sure I’m getting this. you want me be your fake boyfriend? why could you possibly need a fake boyfriend?”

- even after you explain your reasoning, he still takes some convincing but seeing how important it is to you he eventually gives in

- despite him being reluctant at first, wes gets strangely into it

- he starts off casually, giving you cute nicknames that he uses in conversations with your friends, who are confused by your sudden relationship until wes spins some cute story on the spot, leaving you surprised yet very impressed

- some of them don’t believe the relationship is real so wes starts to slip into the conversation “how great” you are or “how lucky he is to be with you” - you know it’s just a cover but it warms your heart nonetheless

- walking to class with him and talking outside together - everybody thinks he’s just being romantic when he’s really asking you what fake dating entails and how far you want him to go - kissing, hugging ect

- you almost swear you see him take organised notes on his phone

- cheek kisses and forehead kisses if you’re shorter than him (and if you’re comfortable with it obviously) when he says goodbye omg

- makes a show of it too, making sure are watching

- holds your hand to really sell it, whether he’s walking you down the hall or if you’re hanging out with the group - sometimes you wonder if he forgets that you’re fake dating and not real dating

- you bring this up to him teasingly and he laughs self consciously and says that he knows and that he’s just the best boyfriend around - pretend or not

- you find the two of you hanging out more than usual even when you don’t have to convive anyone of your “relationship”

- if you take him to meet your family, he’s the textbook definition of perfect gentleman. he brings you flowers, gushes about how great you are and how much he loves your home. you can’t help but smile at him because he’s definitely being too perfect without even realising it

- they keep asking you when you’re bringing him back

- has so much fun making up totally fake details about your relationship and tries to see how unrealistic and outrageous he can get before people start to ask questions

- because it’s not like anyone can call him out without proof, especially when he has you to “back him up”

- sickeningly sweet and corny just to try and irritate you and everyone else around the two of you

- wes is honestly enjoying the whole fake dating thing way more than he should - NOT that he’ll admit that to you

- when you tell him that he doesn’t need to fake date you anymore, he’s definitely disappointed because he was having so much fun

- blushes as he tells you that if you ever need his services again (or if you just wanna go on a real date sometime), you have his number

#sorry there’s not that many I’ll add more if i think of them #scream x reader #scream x you #scream imagine #wes hicks #wes hicks x y/n #wes hicks imagine #wes hicks x reader #wes hicks x you #dylan minette x reader #dylan minnette #scream 5 #fanfiction #fanfic #scream headers

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samcarpentersgirlfriend · 10 months

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could you possibly do wes asking reader on an actual date after gaining a crush from reader from the fake dating :)?

sure, thank you for requesting!! ♡

MAKE IT REAL || WES HICKS X READER ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

summary: above

word count: 931

warnings: g!n reader, use of y/n (tried to keep it to a minimum) maybe an abrupt ending? idk I didn’t really know how to wrap it up sorry :((

y/n: sorry I’m late!!

y/n: I’ll be there in five minutes I promise

That was eleven minutes ago.

Wes sighs as he reads over the message for what feels like the thousandth time, each passing second only serving to make his shaky nerves even worse. Hell, he feels like the anticipation is going to kill him slowly - well, either that or he’s gonna throw up all over the table.

Wes really hopes it isn’t the latter.

When he’d asked you last night if you wanted to meet up at your usual diner - the one the two of you had frequented when discussing the ins and outs of your fake relationship, he thought he’d be fine. It was casual enough, right? He’d buy you your favourite milkshake and then tell you straight up how head over heels he was for you and hope that you wouldn’t laugh in his face. No, that was unfair, you were too damn kind and downright perfect to laugh at Wes like that, but his point still stands. The last thing he wants is to totally embarrass himself and make you uncomfortable in the process.

When you’d first asked him to be your fake boyfriend, he’d laughed in your face - quite literally. Because there was no way in hell you were being serious; fake dating was a trope reserved for shitty romcoms alone. But when he saw the look on your face and how much it would mean to you, Wes caved. And then he really fell.

Because how could he not, when you called him yours in front of all of your friends, an arm around his waist pulling him close? How could his heart not skip a beat when you’d run into his arms after class, your body pressed to his with your sweet scent leaving him completely reeling? And overtime, it became natural - second nature. He’d grab your hand in the hallway without even thinking about it, and the pet names slipped easily from his lips. It was easy to forget sometimes that everything was for show, that it was all a façade. But it was real to the rest of the world, and honestly? It felt more than real to Wes.

So it wasn’t long before you took over his mind completely, thoughts of your blinding smile and stupid jokes keeping him awake at night. It was pathetic really, how much you made Wes want. Want something real.

It was driving him crazy, and so, despite his better judgement, he was finally going to do something about it.

Just as he contemplates sending another text, the telltale chime of the bell above the door has him whipping his head around so fast that it’s a miracle he doesn’t get whiplash. You look beautiful as always, but that barely counts as a surprise anymore.

You don’t even need to look around for Wes, he notices, as you make you way to the booth the two of you always sit at.

“Hey, sorry I kept you waiting” you say sheepishly, sliding into the seat across from Wes. “Aw, you got my favourite!” You smile when you notices the tall milkshake on the table in front of you. “Here, I’ll pay you ba-

“Nah, I’ve got it, don’t worry about it.” Wes assures you as casually as he can muster. The anticipation is killing him, and he doesn’t know how much longer he can wait anymore.

“So, um, I actually asked you to come here for a reason.” He admits, gauging your expression for your reaction.

“Wait, so you don’t just want to hang out with me for the hell of it? Ouch.” You tease, and Wes can’t help but smile despite himself.

“You know what I meant. Anyway,” he begins again, “I wanted to talk to you about our… fake relationship.”

You immediately perk up. “You need me to be your partner for hire this time? I think I can work with that.”

Your positive reaction serves to give Wes that bit more confidence. “Not exactly. But you know, I really did have fun. Pretending to date you, I mean.”

“Me too.” You respond, a smile playing on your lips and an unmistakable warmth in your eyes.

“Good. I’m glad. So,” Wes says, drawing out the word as you take a long sip of your drink, “I was thinking that maybe we could do it again. But… for real, this time?”

You instantly look up, your expression unreadable even to Wes. He can’t stop now though, so he carries on speaking. “I wasn’t going to say anything because you’re my best friend and I don’t wanna make things awkward. But… I can’t stop thinking about you, Y/N. I’ve tried. But you just keep coming back.” Wes laughs, but it’s more out of nervousness that out of humour. “Point is, I really like you. A lot. So maybe, you know, if you feel the same way, we could try being more than just friends?”

You open your mouth to speak, but you close it again before you can. You’re silent for a painstakingly long few moments, and it’s driving Wes insane to the point that banging his head on the table would be less painful.

Finally, you speak.

“Really?” You breathe hesitantly, like you can hardly believe him. Like he’s the one out of your league.

“Yeah! I mean, if you want to, obviously.”

“Hell yeah I want to.” The grin on your face is blinding, and one that’s reflected by Wes completely.“I thought you’d never ask.”

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samcarpentersgirlfriend · 9 months

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i have a request for wes hicks, so make a fic where it’s wes last day and like they have a date and all before he gets killed and then after the reader finds out he’s dead the next day, if that makes sense 💀

sorry this one took so long!!

YOU’RE ALL I WANTED || WES HICKS X READER𖤐₊˚.

summary: above

word count: 3k

warnings: fluff to angst (non happy ending), swearing, use of y/n + y/n/n in some places,

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“Can I open my eyes yet?”

“Nope.” You dont have to be able to see Wes to know that he’s smiling that boyish smile of his.

“But Wes, I can’t see.”

“Huh, it’s almost like that’s the point,” he replies sarcastically, laughing when you swat at what you guess is his arm. “Come on, we’re almost there, I promise.”

“You said that five minutes ago!” You all but whine, a pout on your lips. You were willing to humour whatever Wes was planning, but if you had to stumble through darkness any longer, the anticipation was probably going to kill you. You’d gotten out of the car what felt like an eternity ago at a place you didn’t recognise, and Wes had been leading you ever since then. And you had no idea where you were heading - or what you even were supposed to be doing.

You open your mouth to speak once more again, but before you can, Wes takes his hands from over your eyes with a flourish.

“Surprise?” He says hopefully, pointing towards something that you can’t quite see yet. It’s a beautiful day today, and you squint as your eyes adjust to the bright light. But once you see it, you can’t hide the grin that appears on your face.

“Wes!” You gasp, “You shouldn’t have!”

It’s a cliché thing to say, you know that, but he really shouldn’t have. He’s led you to a field - a beautiful one, with flowers of all kind blooming off to the side - and in front of you lays a blanket with all your favourite snacks upon it. Fruit bowls, chips, cupcakes - the fancy ones that Wes knows you love even though they’re totally overpriced. It’s completely and utterly perfect. And without a doubt, the most thoughtful thing anybody has ever done for you.

You tell Wes as much as you throw your arms around him and and press a kiss to his temple, and you don’t miss the adorable way that his cheeks flush in response.

“It’s nothing,” he says nonchalantly, even though this whole thing must’ve took a hell of a lot of planning and most definitely not nothing. “Honestly. And you deserve it - all of it.”

He says that casually too, like it doesn’t fill your chest with warmth and make your heart skip a dozen beats. It’s like Wes doesn’t realise that he’s too good; too good at this whole date planning thing, too good at being your boyfriend - too damn good in general. You’ve only been together for a couple of months, but honestly? It’s the happiest you’ve been in a long time. It’s like you’re in a constant state of bliss with Wes, your whirlwind romance lighting up your days in way that puts the sun to shame. Texting with him alone is enough to make you practically giddy, so being here with him now is your own little idea of heaven.

“So,” you ask in between a bite of a cookie once you’ve sat down,“what made you think of all of this? I mean, it’s seriously like something out of a movie!”

“Just wanted to do something nice for you.” Wes replies with a smile and a shrug. “I didn’t know what, but then I remembered this place. I haven’t been here in years, but it hasn’t changed a bit.” Wes pauses, and you notice his expression falter for a moment. “I used to come here when my parents argued - when I needed to clear my head, you know? I don’t know, it’s probably stupid, but…”

Wes trails off awkwardly, dropping his gaze. You know that his parents aren’t together - haven’t been for years - but Wes barely talks about his sorry excuse for a father. In fact, you think this is the most he’s ever spoken on the issue to you.

“Hey,” you say gently, pressing a hand to Wes’ cheek and carefully turning his head so that he’s looking at you once more. “It’s not stupid. Not in the slightest. I get it. It really is a beautiful place.”

Wes nods and his eyes gain their light once more, and he places his hand over yours. Wes had never really been big on public affection, but it seemed as if the two of you were the only people around. It doesn’t matter anyway - it certainly feels like you are. You could stay here forever like this, the sun on your skin, legs messily interlocked. It’s all you’ve ever wanted.

“Thank you for this, for today.” You say quietly. You’re still trying to make sure that you remember it all - the food strewn across the blanket, all of the different types of flowers and all their different hues, the smell of strawberries and your boyfriends’ coconut shampoo - it’s something you never want to forget. In fact, when the two of you pull way from each other, you take out your phone and snap a picture of the setup just in case, before taking one of you and Wes too - the two of you smiling, the photo slightly blurry but still somehow perfect.

Even though you’ve been out for most of the day, you still can’t help but be disappointed when the sun sets and the two of you have no choice but to leave - especially when Wes’ mom tells him it’s way past his curfew and sends him one not - so vaguely threatening text about the dangers of staying out past dark.

Still, it feels as if you’ve barely stopped smiling today - but you haven’t had much reason to. Even as Wes drives you home, his free hand loosely interlaced with yours, you still can’t shake the butterfly feeling in your stomach. Maybe it was just the “honeymoon” stage of your relationship, but it felt like it was so much more than that. Maybe this was just how dating Wes was going to be - constantly feeling like you were on cloud nine. You’re more than okay with that.

“You know, you don’t have to to walk me to my door,” you tease as Wes exits the car when you reach your destination what feels like far too quickly.

“I want to,” Wes responds simply. “Besides, you never know what could be hiding in the bushes.”

“It’s a thirty second walk,” you laugh, letting him trail besides you nonetheless. “But thank you, my knight in shining armour.”

Wes simply chuckles. “Thanks for coming today. I had a really great time with you.”

You frown in disbelief. “Are you kidding? Thank me for coming? Wes, you set up this whole thing? I need to be thanking you. I loved it - I love you. It was more than perfect.”

Wes’ eyes widen ever so slightly, and you belatedly realise that you don’t think you’d ever said those words out loud before - I love you. Not because you didn’t mean them, but because you were worried that you’d look too eager, too desperate. It wasn’t something you said early on in a relationship, it just wasn’t.

Oh, to hell with it. You meant what you said, societal rules be damned. You love Wes, love spending time with him, love the way he makes you feel. Love his beautiful blue eyes and his infectious smile and just how damn thoughtful he is. You love Wes Hicks, plain and simple.

And by the way he wraps his arms around your waist and presses his lips to yours, you’re left to assume that he feels the same way. Well, you don’t even have to assume, not when he tells you as much when he pulls back, tells you that he didn’t want to scare you off by saying it before and isn’t that just ironic?

The whole thing almost makes you forget that Wes has to leave, and you can’t contain your sigh when he reminds you that he’s already late back. “I’ll text you when I’m back,” he assure you, “promise. I love you, okay?” Now you were both ready to say it aloud, you had a feeling you’d be hearing those three words a lot from now on

“Love you too. Night, Wes.”

Wes simply grins as he walks away and gets into his car, sparing you one last glance before he waves and drives away. You stare at his empty spot on the road for a minute, before you realise that staring into the empty sidewalk in the dark probably makes you look like a complete creep and make your way inside your house and up to your bedroom.

You receive your promised text almost twenty minutes later, just after you’ve climbed into bed. It reads:

wes: at home now

wes: are you still awake?

y/n: yeah

y/n: glad you’re home safe ♡

wes: thanks baby

wes: I’ll call you in the morning, okay?

y/n: okay

y/n: night wes

wes: goodnight y/n/n

wes: sweet dreams <3

Sighing in contentment, you put your phone down onto your bedside table and flick off your lamp. It’s like the events of today have suddenly caught up with you all at once, and you feel your eyes start to flutter closed, consciousness slowly slipping away. You briefly wonder if you’ll dream tonight - although you doubt anything your sleeping mind could conjure would top your date today.

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It feels as if you’ve only just closed your eyes - although the light shining through your curtain tells you otherwise - when you’re awoken by the sound of buzzing. It’s strange, you think to yourself, you didn’t set an alarm - although you cast your mind back and remember that Wes did say that he would call you in the morning.

Blinking blearily, you pick up your phone to see that it’s not ringing at all. No, instead you’re greeted with a plethora of message notifications from all sorts of social media platforms. That’s even stranger; your phone never blew up like this, especially not this early on a Sunday morning. It freaks you out a little bit, but you’re more curious than anything.

Especially when you see some of the names of the senders. Liv. Amber. Chad. Tara. Mindy.

Your boyfriend’s friend group. That’s not to say you’re not friendly with them, but they were still definitely more Wes’ friends than they were yours. And they rarely messaged you - especially not all at once.

And from what you can tell - all your of them are basically saying the same thing.

liv: oh my god

liv: i heard the news and I can’t even imagine how you’re feeling right now I’m so sorry

chad: hope your doing okay after everything

chad: i get if you need space but if you need anything, you can call me.

tara: i know there’s nothing I can say to you to make this better but god I’m sorry, if you need anything, we’re all here for you, always.

Your eyebrows knit together in a confused frown. I’m so sorry? Sorry for what? Everybody was sending you well wishes, but you had no fucking clue why. Had Wes broken up with you without even knowing? No, he couldn’t have. Not after yesterday. Why go through all of that effort to dump you the next day? It didn’t make sense. None of this makes any sense.

You decide that the only way to clear any of this up is to call Wes yourself. Sure, it was still early, but he was a light sleeper and the ringing of his phone would be more than enough to wake him. You unlock your phone and click on his name in your contacts and wait expectantly for him to answer.

Except he never does.

“Hey, this is Wes. I’m probably doing something, so, uh, leave a message.”

Groaning in frustration, you try again. And again. When Wes doesn’t pick up the forth time, you send him a message instead.

y/n: call me right now

y/n: it’s urgent

y/n: you need to explain everything to me now

Unlike usual, typing bubbles don’t appear within a minute. Not even after five. Sure, this is probably all just a misunderstanding that Wes will clear up for you when he’s awake, but if he’s done what the ugly voice in the back of your head is telling you that he’s done, then he owes you answers immediately.

Growing frustrated, you start to type a reply to Tara, asking her what the hell is even going on, but your phone chooses that exact moment to die and power off. It makes you want to scream.

You feel sick. You feel stressed and irritated and like you desperately need to punch something. You find your charger and connect your phone to the wire, bouncing your leg as you anxiously wait for it to turn on. You need answers.

Within the space of a minute, it feels like centuries have passed. And it’s not doing anything to help your nerves. In an effort to calm them, you reach for your remote and turn your TV on, flicking through the channels until one catches your eye.

BREAKING: TWO FOUND DEAD IN WOODSBORO - SUSPECTED COPYCAT ATTACK.

Your initial thought to that headline is again, really? You still remembered seeing almost the exact headline when those two highschoolers tried the same thing almost ten years ago. Your second thought is much more macabre. What if it’s somebody you know? It had to be: Woodsboro wasn’t a huge place, everybody practically knew everybody anyway. It was bound to be- no.

No.

It couldn’t be.

It’s all starting to make sense now, but you desperately wish it wouldn’t. Wes’s friends messaging you with their condolences. Your phone blowing up. Wes not picking up his goddamn phone.

No.

You turn up the channel, wishing the fucking reporters would just get to the damn point already and tell you what you needed to know. You listen to them ramble on about how horrifying and utterly tragic the whole thing is but you’re only half listening - will only be half listening - until they utter that name. His name. You need your phone to turn on. You need to call Wes, hear his voice so you can laugh and tell him how paranoid you were and how much he scared you. How much you need him. You need to breathe.

But you can’t. You’re feeling like you’re suffocating and it’s stupid because you don’t know anything, not yet, except you do. You can feel the dread deep in your bones, the horror in the out of your stomach. It’s Wes.

Like some twisted coincidence, it almost at that exact moment when two pictures pop up on the screen. You don’t hear the accompanying words, not over your sob. Because it’s him. His yearbook picture, the one that hung in his living room, the one you helped him get ready for and assured him he looked absolutely beautiful in. His mother’s is the second, the same picture that was on her badge. The badge she was so proud of.

No. It isn’t true. This is all some twisted nightmare and you need to speak to Wes and he’ll tell you everything’s okay because he always does and your phone is finally on thank God and you call Wes again and why won’t he pick up he needs to pick up and you can’t breathe-

The tears streaming down your face make it hard to see anything. You don’t want to look anyway. Not at Wes’ smiling face because he’s not smiling, not anymore. He’d never smile again, you’d never hear his voice again, because he was dead. Wes, your Wes, who was the kindest person you had ever met and had never done anything to anyone, was dead at the hands of some psychopath fulfilling his sick fantasies. It’s not fair. None of this is fair.

You can’t wrap your head around it. Wes is - was - so alive. You saw it, in every crease by his eye when he smiled and the way his whole body shook when he laughed and the way he kissed you like it was the most important thing in the world. He was the most important thing in your world.

A world that was plunged in darkness now, because how were you supposed to live out the rest of your life after Wes? You knew how happy your felt with him, how much you adored him and felt adored, and how were you supposed to carry on knowing you’d never feel that again. You can’t. All you can do is cry, your body shaking with the efforts of your sobs. It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair. It isn’t fair.

Your phone starts buzzing once more, and although know it’s not him, can’t be him, you can’t help but check anyway.

Your naïve hope is stupidly misplaced. Of course it isn’t Wes. Just an influx of messages from family and classmates whose names you only half recognise telling you how sorry they are. You don’t fucking care. Sorries don’t bring your boyfriends back to life. They won’t let you be able to hold him again, tell him how much he means to you. How much you love him.

You can’t deal with them. Not now. You go to turn off your phone, and it freezes for a second on your lock screen before fully shutting down once more. The lock screen you changed on the car ride home yesterday, the one where you’re looking to the camera and Wes is looking half to the side but it’s okay because he’s still smiling nonetheless.

Still alive.

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