#scream fic
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Let The Light In |6|
Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader
Chapter Six: Knight In Shining Armor
Summary: Tension rises between you & Tara when you, once again, find yourself protecting her—old habits showing themselves
Warning(s): Swearing, angst, Fr*nkie, grief (if you squint), intoxication, mentions of social anxiety & underage drinking
Notes: Took a while but it's finally here! Also throwing it out there that my face claim for Charlotte is Sofia Wylie<3
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Tara was walking down the streets of Manhattan, finally done with her classes for the day. It had been a long week and Tara was just thankful it was finally the weekend. She walked with one earbud in while her other hand subconsciously clenched her keys in her right pocket. It was a habit she had picked up not too long after what happened back in Woodsboro; that plus the pepper spray, taser, whistle, and expandable baton Sam always made her take before leaving the house, meant she was more than ready to defend herself if needed.
As she continued to walk, she felt something fury brush up against her. She looked down to find a gray cat, brushing itself against her. Tara smiled to herself before crouching down to get a better look at the cat. “Hey, there…do you have a name?” She looked for a collar but didn’t find one.
Just then, the sky let out a loud grumble. She looked up at the gray skies then back at the cat, thinking. “I can’t just leave you out here to get drenched. Come on, let me take you home,” she gently picked up the cat, who didn’t protest.
By the time she got home, she was soaked. Her mascara was running and her hair was damp. She was freezing cold; she had wrapped her jacket around the cat so he wouldn’t get wet.
Sam began to walk out from the kitchen as she spoke, “Hey Tar– you’re soaked.”
“Yeah no shit, Sam.”
“Is… Is that a cat?”
“...Yes…” Tara said with a sheepish smile; she had completely forgotten about the ‘needing to convince Sam to keep him’ part.
“Tara, no.”
“Sam, yes.”
Sam sighed as she made a quick trip to the bathroom, coming back with a towel and wrapping it around Tara. “You can barely take care of yourself–”
“Not true!”
“–How do you expect to take care of a whole ass cat?”
Tara rolled her eyes, still holding the cat protectively in her arms. “Come on, I’m not a kid. I can take care of a cat. I’ll buy his food, change his litter box—all that stuff!”
“I don’t know…”
“Please, Sammy,” Tara begged, pouting out her bottom lip. She gave Sam the same look she’d give her whenever she wanted more cookies when they were younger.
“Alright—alright, fine, you win,” Sam huffed and an excited smile broke out on Tara’s face.
“Yes!” Tara looked down at the cat victoriously.
“But Tara, I swear, I better not step in cat shit.”
“No cat shit. Got it.”
—
Dook.
That’s what Tara named her new found cat—named after the Babadook. It had been only a few days since she found him and he’s earned the title of, “my little menace,” from Tara. In the few days Dook has been here he has scratched Chad five times, ripped up Mindy’s sweater in five different spots, and constantly hisses at Sam during the most random times. Why? Sam has no idea, but Tara made the theory it was, “just to mess with her.”
So far, the only person Dook has been even remotely soft to was Tara. She didn’t mind that at all; she enjoyed coming home to Dook’s company—her room feeling less empty than it usually feels.
It was the following Tuesday; she sat not too far from the door as she re-watched Fear Street 1994 while waiting for you. Just as she was about to check her phone for the time, she heard a couple knocks on the door. Before Sam could call out for Tara to answer it, Tara jumped up and made her way to the door. Sam only raised an eyebrow before going back to what she was doing.
Tara counted five seconds in her head before opening the door.
“Took you long enough,” she said with a slight eye roll.
“Afternoon to you too, Carpenter. So, you're gonna let me in or…”
“Well you’re as patient as ever,” Tara remarked sarcastically as she opened the door wider, letting you inside. You placed your bag down, sitting on the couch and taking out your notes as Tara sat a couple cushions over.
“So, I was thinking we could start with Friday’s notes and work our way to today since I couldn’t make Friday—” You suddenly heard Tara let out a dry chuckle, causing you to raise your eyebrows as you looked at her.
“Is there something you’d like to share with the class, Ms. Carpenter?” You quipped, looking up from your papers and at her.
“Oh nothing…just that you’ve been missing a lot of study sessions lately and–”
“I wouldn’t call two a lot–”
“–and I don’t know why I have to suffer through extra work all because you wanna swap spit.”
You let out a dry laugh, looking at the younger Carpenter before realizing she was dead serious.
“Oh—Oh you’re serious? Well, how about those two whole weeks you missed over some petty reason—I don't know what the reasoning was, but I know for a fact it was a hundred percent petty.”
“You know what, screw these notes,” Tara said before grabbing your binder from you.
“Hey—Hey! Wait just a minute there—what are you–?”
“We’re watching a movie,” she informed—not asking—after shutting your binder, putting it somewhere you couldn’t reach unless you stood up and walked to it.
“We're a week and a half behind on study sessions.”
“Not my problem.”
“It’s literally your problem—our problem, actually.”
“Gosh, could you just not stress out for, like, two seconds? You’ll be fine. Now, a little birdy told me you like The Nightmare Before Christmas?” Tara told you, reaching for the remote.
“Yeah… I do.”
“Great. We’ll watch that.”
You didn’t need to know how boring she found the movie; she wasn’t looking at the screen much anyways.
—
Sam sat in her room, reading her book as she enjoyed the silence—wait. It’s silent. Why is it so quiet? It’s never so quiet when you’re over. The most she’s heard in the last thirty minutes were hushed voices, but nothing loud enough she could make out. She suddenly started to think about what could possibly be going on in the other—unsupervised—room. She could no longer concentrate on her book as her protective side took over.
You slightly leaned forward as you watched the screen with all your attention. Tara couldn’t help but wear a small smile when she noticed your intense focus. She pulled out of her gaze when she noticed you make a double take at your foot; just then, she saw a certain furry haired animal brushing up against your leg.
To her surprise, Dook didn’t claw at you. As a matter of fact, he seemed…fond of you?
“Hello, there…” You greeted Dook before gently picking him up. If anybody else had picked him up, they would’ve been clawed at in seconds. Tara furrowed her eyebrows as she watched you interact with her cat; the same cat who’s been an absolute ass to anybody who wasn’t her—well, before now.
You scratched him behind his left ear, causing him to let out a satisfied purr. It was then when you finally said something to Tara. “Since when did you have a cat?”
“Got him pretty recently, actually. He was just roaming the streets of Manhattan and had no collar so that’s how he ended up here.”
“Well, does this adorable face have a name?” You asked, looking at the cat as you complimented him.
Tara failed to fight another smile, showing off her dimples as she answered, “His name’s Dook.”
“Like, Babadook?”
“Yeah…” She watched as you continued to be sweet with Dook; he sat comfortably in your lap, looking a lot less grumpy than he usually is.
Suddenly, Sam abruptly enters the living room, causing Dook to hiss at her before moving back into his original position on your lap.
“Sam, hey. Something wrong?” Tara asked her older sister.
“Uh, I just wanted to check up on you guys; it’s been pretty quiet.”
“Oh, yeah, we decided to watch a movie instead.”
Sam looked at the scene, recognizing the movie—her curiosity increased.
“Nightmare Before Christmas? But I thought you–”
“Have no harsh judgment regarding the movie? Yeah. I know.”
“No, I mean, don’t you find it really bor–”
“Entertaining? Yes, Sam. We know this.” Tara let out a dry cough, hoping Sam would just drop the topic all together.
“Okay…well I’m going to order some pizza. Are you staying over for dinner, Y/N?” Sam inquired, moving on, much to Tara’s relief.
You looked at the time, thinking as you did, before looking at Sam from where you sat. “If it’s no trouble.”
“Of course not. I’ll order it right now,” she said before walking away, pulling out her phone as she did so.
“What was that about?” You asked Tara with a raised eyebrow, referring to what her and Sam were going back and forth about.
Tara opened her mouth, not even sure what she was about to say, when she heard someone knocking. “Oh, I should probably get that,” Tara quickly got up to make her way to the door, relieved at being excused from answering.
“What are you guys doing here?” She immediately asked after opening the door to find Chad, Mindy, Anika and Ethan on the other side of the door.
“Good to see you too, T,” Mindy quipped.
Tara rolled her eyes, “I just mean, I wasn’t expecting you guys today.”
“We made plans last week for movie night.”
“And since it’s my turn to choose, we’re watching 10 Things I Hate About You,” Anika added in a cheery tone.
“Um,” Tara looked over her shoulder to you, before looking back at her friends, “One second.”
“Wait, who were you loo–” Before Chad could finish his question, Tara shut the door, making her way towards you.
“So, uh–”
“Heard the whole thing.”
Tara lightly nodded, holding her wrist in her other hand behind her back as she continued. “Does this mean… you’re going to go?”
You were about to say yes but the words caught in your throat when you finally looked at the expression Tara wore.
You thought for a moment, putting down the bag you were just packing.
“Do you want me to?”
“Well…want’s a strong word–”
“Yes or no, Tara,” you said, looking at her.
Tara mumbled something incoherent, looking away from your gaze.
“You’re gonna have to speak up, mumbles,” you teased the younger Carpenter.
She rolled her eyes, crossing her arms. “I wan—I want you to stay. Happy?” She huffed, not even sure why she puts up with you.
You smile smugly at her, “Fine. ‘Guess I’m staying.”
—
It was awkward—at least, for you, it was. Tara and her friends seemed to get each other, which is great for them, but you felt almost like a chaperone the entire time you were there. You tried to distance yourself as much as possible and when you did find yourself surrounded by the group of friends, you stuck by Anika.
You always found yourself gravitating toward a familiar presence whenever you got caught in social situations like this. You spent most of your own fourteenth birthday party—that you didn’t even want—attached to Henry’s side, following him around like a puppy. You often stuck by people who you found comfort in. You’ve known Henry since daycare years and Anika has been there since she’s entered your life.
You look at the time to see only an hour has passed as you sigh to yourself. Why were you here again?
“Hey,” you heard Tara say, opening her bedroom door to find you on her bed.
Oh, that’s why.
“Hey.”
“You’re not enjoying yourself,” she said as a matter of fact, feeling a little defeated for some reason.
“Hm? Oh no—no this is, uh, great. Yeah, I just love hearing about the same football story over and over again while your curly haired friend continues to make passes at me…so fun,” your voice couldn’t be any more sarcastic. It started out as you wanting to lie, telling her it was going alright—truly! But you can’t help but be your usual sarcastic self, especially around Tara.
“You’re having the worst time ever, aren’t you?”
You looked at her apologetic expression, exhaling as you adjusted your posture a bit. Tara walks over to sit across from you.
“Look…Tar, it’s nothing personal. I’m just—I’m just not good with this stuff.”
“What do you mean?” Tara inquired genuinely.
You sighed, pressing down on your thumbnail with your index finger as you spoke. “I’m not good with…unfamiliarity I guess, or whatever. And—and socializing and all that shit just doesn’t come naturally to me—at least not like it does for people like Anika, and Chad—or you.”
Tara continued to listen to your words, giving you her full attention as you opened up to her. You blinked back at Tara, feeling like you just overshared far too much.
“This was stupid. Forget it.” You got up to leave but just as you reached for the door handle, you felt slender fingers wrap themselves around your wrist.
“It’s not stupid,” you heard Tara speak. You turned your head to look at her. “If you ever want to talk about it more… I’m here. That won’t change.”
You swallowed, taking in Tara’s words as you processed what she was saying. You didn’t trust your voice, only settling for a light nod before leaving Tara’s bedroom.
By the time Tara also left—waiting a couple minutes, wanting to give you some time—you had already made your escape.
When you got home that night, the feeling of dread took over you. It felt like there was barbed wire wrapped around your throat as you tried your hardest not to cry, because you knew if you did there was a chance you’d never stop. Memories of him flashed through your mind as you tried to shake them away, but it was no use. No matter how much you tried to escape it, Dewey's voice continued to ring in your head.
Dewey placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, looking at you with genuine eyes as he spoke, “I’m here. That won’t change.”
—
Tara looked around with furrowed eyebrows, looking at the sea of people. She was currently at a Halloween frat party; she chose to go with a pirate costume this year.
Tara was feeling indecisive about her costume this Halloween but then she got the idea when she remembered something you told her; for your first seven Halloweens, your mom had you dressed up as a pirate. Tara could tell you would not be wearing a pirate costume again any time soon.
Because of your high-sea past, Tara thought dressing up as a pirate would be a fun way to mess with you—well, if you were actually here. You were nowhere in sight. Tara squinted her eyes as she tried looking through the crowd—still no sign of you.
Mindy noticed her friend looking around the room from her seat, which was odd. By this time Tara would be drinking, dancing, or even playing beer pong with Chad—but not sitting down.
Before Mindy could ask anything, Tara turned to Anika, asking her something that answered Mindy’s unspoken question.
“Hey, where’s Y/N?” Tara asked, her voice was slightly raised due to the blaring music.
“At home. She couldn't—or rather refused to make it,” Anika answered the younger Carpenter.
“Oh,” Tara let out, turning to look ahead.
Mindy and Anika glanced at each other, already being on the same page. “Why? Missed her?” Mindy inquired, smirking behind her beer bottle right before taking a sip.
Tara lightly scoffed, “Pfft no.” Tara dramatically rolled her eyes, crossing her arms and leaning back in her chair.
“Y/N?” Tara heard Anika say; she immediately sat up, uncrossing her arms and fixing her demeanor. Her expression instantly dropped when she saw who you were with.
She did not know much about Charlotte. She seemed nice though. Nice enough. Tara heard from Anika that you’ve been “hanging out” with Charlotte for a few weeks now but haven’t exactly assigned labels yet. That made sense; you were never one for labels.
She suddenly snapped out of her gaze when she realized you and Charlotte were walking towards them.
“Hey, guys,” you said in an anything but enthusiastic tone.
“Hey, Y/N. Thought you weren’t coming,” Anika pointed out, not unkindly.
“Me too but this one,” you pointed with your thumb to Charlotte, “is quite the debater.”
“I was captain of the debate team back in high school,” Charlotte smirked.
“Of course you were,” there was a slight teasing tone in your voice as you and Charlotte shared a look. Tara didn’t like that. She didn’t like that at all. You teased her. You gave her looks nobody else knew the meaning behind except you two.
Tara cleared her throat, causing you and Charlotte to look away from each other and at her. “So, you're gonna actually act like you’re here as a college student or a chaperone?” Tara joked and a small but soft smile grazed your face.
“The night’s still young, Carpenter,” you replied, the smile she had been missing never faltering.
“Oh! Daisy’s here, I’m going to say hi. Catch you later?” You heard Charlotte speak from beside you.
You looked over at her and lightly nodded, “Okay.” She placed a quick kiss on your cheek, catching you off guard, before going to her friend.
You sat down in the seat between Tara and Anika—who was sitting in Mindy’s lap—and exhaled, already exhausted from being here.
“You’ve got,” Anika said, pointing to your cheek where there was a lipstick stain. You raised your left hand to your right cheek as your roommate shook her head.
“No the other—” You, once again, completely dodged the spot she was pointing at and Tara groaned.
“Dude, you’re helpless,” she said with an eye roll before reaching over and wiping the spot for you. She softly rubbed your left cheek as you looked at her. It didn’t take long for you to notice how close her face was to yours.
“There…” Tara trailed off, suddenly growing shy when she too realized how close her face was to yours.
Mindy and Anika look at each other before getting up. “We’re gonna dance. You kids behave,” Mindy said before walking away with her arm wrapped around Anika.
“Let me guess… you’re a homicidal maniac?” She looked at your casual attire.
You smiled at her, tilting your head back and turning it to look at her, “You know me too well.”
You both shared a short laugh before it went silent again. Suddenly, you two realized this is the first you’ve both spoken to each other since that night at Tara’s place.
“Hey, so, uh, you didn’t say goodbye…” Tara said sheepishly, refusing to meet your gaze as she played with the hem of her costume. She didn’t have to specify what she was talking about, you just knew.
“Oh yeah, I was just tired so I decided to call it a night.”
Tara nodded understandingly as you looked down at her hands that toyed with the fabric of her costume.
“So…was this,” you gestured to her costume, “planned or…? You both laughed again before she answered you.
“Course’ not. I just…happened to have decided on being a pirate a couple days after you told me your ‘first seven years of dread’ story.” Another laugh was shared between you two.
“Well, you look good,” you complimented. Tara couldn’t fight the heat that rushed to her cheeks as the compliment hit her ears. She was about to respond when suddenly you felt your phone vibrate.
You pulled out your phone, reading the text to yourself before putting it back in your pocket.
“It’s Charlotte, she wants me to meet her by the pool.”
“Oh. Yeah, totally.”
“Don’t get into too much trouble while I’m gone, princess.” You smiled at her as you sat up from your seat, Tara’s head tracked your movement.
“Me? I would never.”
—
One thing.
You asked her for one, very simple, thing. And now? Now, Mindy and Anika were calling you back inside because apparently Tara had the luck of being near Frankie of all people tonight.
By the time you made your way inside—as quickly as you possibly could—you could see Chad also trying to stop the situation. You made your way over to the staircase, appearing from behind Chad.
“Let’s stay down here,” you said—not asking.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t quite catch that,” Frankie said, causing you to let out a humorless chuckle.
“Uh, yeah. Yeah, you did,” you remarked, feeling your hands start to ball up into tight fists. Before you could say anything else, Tara walks down a couple steps and is now standing in front of you as Chad keeps a careful eye on Frankie. “No, Y/N it’s fine. I want to,” you heard her say in a drunken voice. Far too drunk to consent.
Frankie walks down, getting close to your face as he wears a disgusting grin. “Yeah, see Y/N? It’s fine. She wants to.” He turned around, roughly grabbing Tara’s arm. His grip causes Tara to let out a sound of pain, tripping on the stairs.
Without a second thought you pull him by the collar of his shirt, pushing him roughly against the wall; picture frames come crashing down but don’t give them a second look as hear glass shatter.
“Who the fuck do you think you are?!” You pushed your right arm harder against his throat, pinning him against the wall as your free hand tightly gripped his shirt. “Serousily, where the fuck do you get off!”
Chad checked on Tara as you had Frankie pinned to the wall. You wanted to hurt him. You wanted to hurt him so bad. What was stopping you? You could do it. You look down at the shards of glass, itching to grab a piece. Suddenly, you saw that sinister smile. His sinister smile. That’s why you couldn’t.
But when you looked back at Frankie, you quickly forgot about everything that was stopping you. All you had to do was press into his throat a little harder and–
“I got it from here, Y/N.” You turned around to see Sam holding a taser. You immediately got the hint, getting off of Frankie.
“Hi! Sorry to interrupt, I'm just going to tase you really quick,” Sam said before tasing Frankie right in the crotch.
“Fuck!” He dropped to his knees, holding onto his stomach as he groaned in pain.
“You bitch!” He yelled, earning a swift kick between his legs—making the pain worse—from you.
“Watch your mouth,” you said before making your way towards Tara. “You okay?”
“It’s that psycho girl from reddit!” Someone shouted from the crowd that surrounded you.
“Hey, don’t you have something better to do rather than stand around here all day?” Anika shouted at the crowd as Mindy shooed them away.
—
Tara walks ahead of the group as she feels her frustration take over. Sam tries to catch up to her as she calls for her, “Tara, will you stop!” Tara rolls her eyes, refusing to stop as she responds. “I cannot believe you did that, you embarrassed me!”
“I was trying to help you!”
Tara suddenly turns around, “And look what happened!” Her voice raises as it runs hot with anger. “You're out of my life for five years then you can't even leave me alone for five seconds,” Tara shouts with a throw of her arms.
“Because you're not dealing with what happened to us. Have you ever gone to see the counselor at least once?”
You looked at Tara, studying every expression she wore on her face. You wanted her to be okay. You knew it wasn’t that simple, but you still couldn’t help but want it. You hated seeing her like this. You never liked seeing her like this.
You checked up on her when she was at the hospital, relieved she was asleep when you got there. You didn’t want her to think it meant anything. You were just making sure she still had a pulse. Who else would you get into fights with? That’s what you told yourself, 'cause it’s true! You weren't overly concerned or anything. But it was the bare minimum amount of concern to have when you found out somebody you knew was recently used as somebody else's pin cushion.
She’s Tara Carpenter, she’ll bounce back in no time, you told yourself. You can still remember the shock on all her friends' faces when they saw you sitting by her hospital bedside. They entered the room and when you saw them, you immediately stood up.
“Sorry, I just found out about what happened and wanted to check on her.” You put your hands in your pocket, feeling uncomfortable with the eyes on you. You couldn’t tell what was going through their heads. “But she’s breathing, so I’ll get going now.” When you’re about to walk out the door, Chad puts his hand on your shoulder which causes you to stop. Was he about to punch you? “You’re welcome to stay, dude.” Oh.
You were welcome to stay. Did you want to?
You shook your head,“No, it’s okay. You guys should spend your time with her—unbothered.” You said before walking out of the hospital, not waiting for a response.
Maybe you cared little more than you’d ever admit.
You snap out of your thoughts as you hear Tara’s voice again.
“Because I know what mine is—I’m going to get my degree, become a lawyer, and live my life, my life,” Tara’s voice was firm. Certain.
—
Two soft knocks could be heard from the other side of the door. Tara was about to tell whoever it was to go away, but then she realized who those knocks belonged to.
“Come in.”
“Hey,” you greeted, carrying a bottle of ibuprofen and a cup of water.
“Hey,” she replied, head tracking your movement as you put the items down and got closer to where she sat at the edge of her bed.
“Mind if I…” You gestured to the open spot next to her and she patted it. You sat down, knees touching hers as you looked down at your hands that rested in your lap. Tara’s gaze from you only broke when she felt the feeling of embarrassment all over again.
You noticed a change in her demeanor, causing you to finally glance at her. “I don’t think she meant for to…make you feel embarrassed or anything,” you tried to comfort. You were never good at this kind of stuff.
“I know… I just—I just completely embarrassed myself out there. You guys probably think a lot less of me now…”
You lightly nudge her shoulder, getting her to look at you again. “Hey, no, okay? We just wanna make sure you're safe,” your facial expression matched your honest tone as you spoke.
Tara turned her head away, a smirk slowly growing on her face. She turned back to look at you, ignoring how close your faces were. “We?”
You rolled your eyes as Tara kept hers on you, smirk never falling. “Don’t let it get to that big ass ego of yours.”
“Aww, you caree about me,” Tara teased. You felt your cheeks warm up as you grew flustered.
“I care about you the—bare minimum amount,” you said unconvincingly.
Tara shoved you a bit, “Liar.”
You shoved her back, “Most honest person you’ll ever meet.”
Tara shoved you back again. “Liar.”
“Oh, you really wanna play this game?” You inquired, turning your head to her.
Tara still smirked as she responded, “I could do this all night.”
Your faces were, once again, inches apart. Tara’s eye line meets your lips as tension builds in the room. Then suddenly the door opens, causing you and Tara to pull apart.
“Oops, sorry I didn’t mean to cock block you,” Quinn said as you and Tara silently cringed.
“Please...don't say cock," Tara said while slightly grimacing.
Quinn shrugged then looked at you. “Don’t believe we’ve officially met. I’m Quinn,” she held out her hand. You glanced at Tara before accepting the red head’s hand.
“I’m–”
“Y/N? Yeah, I’ve heard lots about you.” You couldn’t tell what that could’ve meant, not noticing the shared look between Quinn and Tara.
“Don’t you have, like, a guy to see or something?” Tara asked, trying to get Quinn out of here as soon as possible.
“Well, Tara’s right, I should get going,” Quinn said, immediately getting the hint. “See you around, Y/N,” she winked at you.
“That was…” You trailed off, not able to meet Tara’s gaze.
“Embarrassing? Oh, extremely.”
—
“Is Tara okay?” Charlotte asked over the phone. You held your phone to your ear as you grabbed a box of leftover pizza from the fridge with one arm.
“She will be…” You thought about the younger Carpenter as you spoke.
“I’m glad.” There was a beat of silence before she spoke again. “I uh… didn’t know you could fight like that.”
“What do you mean?” You placed the box on the table, sitting down.
“You had Frankie pinned. A man with his frame and build was completely defenseless under your hands. It was impressive,” her last words came with a flirty tone.
“Oh, yeah?” You decided to match her tone.
“Yeah… Do you want to come over tomorrow? My roommate's visiting his boyfriend so I’ll be pretty lonely—some company would be nice."
You bit your bottom lip, thinking as you looked at your calendar. “Yeah—yeah, that works. What time should I stop by?”
“Six good?”
You looked at your calendar again.
“Can’t do six…” You said, looking at Tara’s name on your calendar. “How about eight?”
“Sounds good. I’ll see you then, super soldier.”
You let out a light laugh, “Yeah, yeah. See you then.”
—
Tara was on the phone with Mindy, intensely debating over American Psycho, when she heard a couple knocks on the door.
She got up from the couch as she said goodbye to Mindy, hanging up. She opened the door to see you standing there with your bag on your shoulder.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
Tara realized it had been a full ten seconds since she opened the door. She moved to let you inside, and you sat in your usual spot.
“So, what’s on the agenda today?” Tara inquired as she sat, hugging her knees.
“He didn’t really give us much to work with on Friday so, uh, just whatever we missed last time,” you said, not even looking at her as you looked around your stuff.
“Looking for something?”
“Yeah my pen. It was here five seconds ago–”
“This pen?” Tara said, pulling something from behind your ear. You looked at her and realized she was holding your pen. She hands it to you as you let out a timid chuckle, embarrassed at your lack of attention.
“Are you…alright?” She asked, looking at your features as you spoke.
“It’s just exams and stuff. I’ve kind of been all over the place trying to prepare—but that’s why I’m here. To study. So let’s begin,” you pull out your binder, flipping to the right folder.
Tara hesitantly followed along, keeping an eye on you.
After an hour and a half, you looked at the time and silently cursed as you got up and gathered your things.
“Leaving already?”
“Yeah, I’m meeting Charlotte around eight. So, I gotta get going,” you packed everything, racking your brain for anything else you could be forgetting.
“Oh..okay…”
You turned to look at Tara, “What is it?”
She cleared her throat, slightly shaking her head. “Nothing, have fun—oh, and don’t forget your pen,” she dismissed as she held up said pen to you.
You wear an embarrassed tight lipped smile, slowly taking the pen from her. “Thanks,” you put the pen in your bag before zippering it up.
“Uh, hey,” you heard Tara call out.
You stopped your movement, turning back to Tara. “See you later?”
You lightly nodded, a small smile on your face. “Of course.”
—
Tara found herself blasting Lana Del Rey as she wore a pout. Why was she wearing a pout? She had no idea. It was just there, and for some reason she was in a sour mood. She also knew she despised you. Possibly more than she did before; she was just starting to adjust then you had to go and make things even more confusing for her.
Tara looked at her ceiling as she laid in her bed, petting Dook who rested beside her. She suddenly remembered the beer in the fridge.
Sam was in therapy, Quinn was seeing another one of her hookups—what’s the harm?
Five beer cans later and she was more than buzzed. The urge to call you was getting harder and harder to resist with each can. She knew she shouldn’t, but she just couldn’t stop herself from opening your contact.
“Tara?” You asked, confused as to why she’s calling you so randomly.
“Y/NN,” she slurred into the phone. “Have I ever told you you’re so gorgeous it actually hurts?”
“I—uh, where are you right now?”
“Hommee. Where else?” She said, followed by a hiccup.
“I’m coming over.”
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You knocked two times; you could hear Tara struggling with the door knob from the other side before finally opening it.
“What are you doing here?” Tara inquired with a raised eyebrow. It seemed she forgot about your call from just ten minutes ago.
“Goodness, you’re drunk.”
“I am not drunk.”
“Oh, yeah? Then tell the time,” you crossed your arms as you looked at her. She turned to the nearby clock, “I am not drunk!” She literally told it.
“Jesus,” you pinched the bridge of your nose. “Come on, let’s get you to bed,” you walked over to her but then unexpectedly felt a shove to your chest.
“I don’t—I don’t need your help.”
You exhaled, knowing all too well about the venomous look she wore. “You don’t mean that, come on.”
“I do! I don’t even want you here,” she slurred as she shoved your chest again.
“Too bad then. Cause’ I’m not leaving you like this.”
Tara had used up all the energy she had left to shove you, so she couldn’t even fight you off as you tried to walk her to her bedroom.
“Fuck you,” she gritted.
“I know.”
“No. You don’t know!” Tara yelled. “I don’t need a knight in shining armor,” she continued as you looked down at her. “I’m not a princess who has to be saved all the time.”
“Come on, I know you’re no–”
“This is what you do,” she pulled her arm away from you, “you just swoop in when everything’s fine and completely ruin shit. You think you’re pleasant to be around? Just when I think I have my life figured out, you have to come in and ruin it,” Tara spoke with pure conviction, no slurring in her voice.
“I—I don’t know what to say.”
She let out a dry laugh before saying, “When do you ever.”
“You’re drunk, Tara… Please just let me get you to bed so you don't say anything else you’ll regret in the morning.”
“I don’t regret anything—and I’ll bring my own ass to bed.”
“Okay,” you softly said. You watched as she walked down the hall and to her bedroom. You waited a few minutes, getting the ibuprofen and water ready, before entering her bedroom carefully. Just as suspected, she was already asleep. You silently place the medicine and water on her nightstand before looking at her resting demeanor.
Oh Tara, what am I gonna do with you?
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A/N: I 100% know you guys aren't expecting the family member reveal I'm gonna do for R at some point (clues are scattered...)
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♟˖ ࣪⊹ — ‘I KNOW IT WON’T WORK’
pairing: ethan landry x reader
summary: your boyfriend had become distant suddenly but confronting him about it only makes it worse
author’s note: inspired by gracie abrams’ “I know it won’t work” I LOVE THIS SONG AND GRACIE (lyrics will be in orange for reading & red for ethan !!) also you can send in requests and ideas!! #ANGST #SLIGHTSPOILERS
you looked over two seats at ethan who was quickly jotting something down in his notebook. it was a different color than his actual econ notebook and the lecture hadn’t even started yet so you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.
but the loud slam of the classroom door shutting snapped you out of your trance. your teacher begun the class and you watched ethan shove the notebook in his backpack through the corner of your eye. however, you completely shrugged it off once the teacher started speaking.
sitting by your friends at the park was finally a peaceful event with all the stormy clouds and rain disappearing. it seemed there were only clear skies and chirping birds around until you faced ethan.
he avoided eye contact and tried to look elsewhere. anywhere. aren’t boyfriends supposed to want to look at their girlfriends? you even reached for his hand once but after he attempted to ‘discreetly’ move his away, you gave up. for a studious little student, he really couldn’t tell how distant he became.
at first you thought it was all in your head. maybe it was the stress building up from your upcoming finals or because of the mysterious murders surrounding your neighborhood. yet your fears were confirmed when even your friends brought it up.
even chad for gods sake!
only a couple of days ago, the friend group was laughing and chattering like a bunch of middle schoolers. you guys were loud enough to be heard from miles away but there was an awkward tension once ethan started to shy away from you.
where was the sweet boy who waited in front of your dorm room for a whole hour before finally knocking and asking you out?
where was your boyfriend who would not let go of your hand while walking around parties? who followed you everywhere that some people even asked if you had a stalker!
where was the boy who messaged tara and mindy a million times about what flowers you like so you would be happy on valentine’s day!?
that boy was obviously not present because your door remained silent. no doorbells or late night knocks for a last minute sleepover.
your hands stayed untouched. the only time he almost reached for it was when he put his hands down to help him getting up and leaving.
you went to parties alone now and instead of sitting on the couch just whispering and gossiping with ethan, you sat on the stairs and waited for mindy and anika to say one of them were too wasted to party anymore.
so after finally mustering up the courage, you marched to his dorm room and knocked on the door. first chad opened the door with a little confused face, “yes?” you ignored him and invited yourself in like a hundred times you’ve done before.
“is ethan here?” you asked and took a look around the dorm. chad shut the door behind you and walked towards you, “yeah he’s in his room, are you gonna talk to him?”
you immediately looked up at him, “oh god did mindy tell you too!?” you groaned and felt like you sunk in a batch of concrete. chad let out a shy laugh, “well we’re worried about you guys, i mean you’re the SECOND best looking couple on campus.”
you lifted an eyebrow and questioned him, “and who’s the first?” “obviously me and tara,” chad answered and went to go sit on the couch. you rolled your eyes at his hubris and approached ethan’s room.
but before, you knocked.
“yes, come in,” you heard ethan say from inside and you carefully turned the bedroom doorknob. “chad if you need help in eco—” ethan turned in his spinning desk chair that you got him last year since you knew he can’t focus with moving around.
he stopped himself at the sight of you and wished he locked the door. “oh y/n. what are you doing here?” he calmly asked as if he didn’t ditch you for the last couple of weeks. you scoffed at his ignorance and shut the door to avoid any eavesdropping from chad.
ethan stayed in his chair and watched you take a seat on his nicely tidy bed. there was an immediate silence that suffocated the room before you decided to speak up first.
your words completely shattered the glass surface evident in the room, “do you still love me?” ethan looked up from ground and met your eyes for the first time in weeks.
“w-what do you mean?!” ethan exclaimed and seemed to be taken aback. “what do i mean?” you repeated. “i mean do you still love me? because you’ve been avoiding me like i’m the fucking black plague! you run away from me as if we’re literally not boyfriend and girlfriend!” you spilled out your emotions onto your so-called boyfriend.
your hand gestures were flying everywhere and all the suppressed feelings of anger and sadness came out. “so please just answer the goddamn question. please,” you pleaded for just one answer.
“y/n, i do love you. i truly do and i have but i just don’t think i can handle a relationship right now. it’s all just too much and with…econ—i can’t balance it,” ethan rambled and lied through his teeth, blaming his avoidance on fucking econ as if you weren’t in the same class.
he wasn’t hearing you out and was just piling excuses on top of excuses. you were sick of it. you wanted to have a civil conversation with him, talk it out like adults or in those cheesy romcoms where the couple makes up in the span of three minutes and a really extravagant song or romantic montage.
you could feel tears approaching the rum of your eyes but held them back with only a few managing to escape into your cheeks. “ethan, part of me wants to walk away 'til you really listen because i hate to look at your face and know that we're feeling different,” you were the one avoiding his eyes now. those big brown eyes of his that made you melt like ice cream on a hot summer day.
you wiped the few tears off your face and tried to remain calm. unknown to you though was ethan’s perspective. he wanted to get up and hug you, hold you and say he was sorry. he wanted to bring a dozen roses to your doorstep every night until you forgave him.
he held back his tears and looked up at your teary-eyed face. he thought to himself, ‘cause part of me wants you back, but i know it won't work like that, huh? why won't you try moving on for once? that might make it easy’ so he looked out the window and muttered, “let’s just break up.”
you bit your lip at the bitter words spit out by the boy you loved with all your heart and continued to even after this moment. you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond and opened the door to escape the suddenly stuffy room.
you ran out of the dorm room, ignoring chad’s questions and words from behind you. you didn’t stop running and hoped the cold air would dry your tears before you friends could see.
out of nowhere, the skies turned grey and for the first time in weeks, there a trickle of rain. even though the distance from your apartments was less than a few minutes, it felt like forever. it started pouring and your clothes were drenched.
you thought about how stupid you were and regretted ever stepping front in his dorm room to begin with. you sat on the stairs in front of your apartment, crying and trying to catch your breath. you could barely keep your eyes open with the rain and your tears drowning you. outside it was dark and you were all alone. except you weren’t.
ethan watched you from his room. his heart ached for you and your tears and he had to restrain himself from running down to you. he clenched his jaw and breathed through his teeth as he watched you slowly get swallowed by the darkness and rain.
i know we cut all the ties but you're never really leaving and part of me wants you back, but i know it won't work like that.
brrring! brrring!
ethan turns his attention to his phone and honestly hopes it to be you but his hopes falter as he sees the number and picks up the phone. “is it all taken care of?” a voice spoke on the other line.
“yes, she’s out of the picture so we are not going to hurt her.”
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Housewife
Part - 7
Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?
Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader
Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,
Part 1
It was the sleepover you never had. Although there was no pillow fights and a little too much Tom Cruise, you had the best time you've had in a while. "God you sound like Billy." Sydney laid back in her bed toying with her hair nervously. "I'm sorry, I'm not trying to be hateful. It's not just scary movies either, you haven't seen any classics?" Tatum snickered throwing her stuffed animal in the air, catching it as it fell back down. "Well you haven't seen any new movies. It's like for the past 6 years you've been locked in grandmas basement."
"Maybe you're right." You sat on the floor organizing your bag. "Do you have any songs or movies you like that your dad or someone else in your family doesn't like?" Sydney asked genuinely curious. You thought about it for a second but your silence answered the question for them. "You've been totally brainwashed babe." Tatum quipped in a way that made you feel a little ashamed. "Y/n there's nothing wrong with liking the things you do, but you should be doing it because you like it and not because someone else does."
"Yeah you need to take notes from Syd here. She is thee feminist. Billy and her have been dating for over a year and she still hasn't slept with him." The brown haired girl looked upset at her friend's honesty. "What'd I say wrong? I wish I could do what you do. I know If I left Stu to his own devices he would just find someone else to help him out." You looked to the floor ready to throw up at a moments notice. That's what this was. You weren't special. Billy took an interest in you because he thought you would put out unlike his girlfriend. "Y/n?"
"I should break up with my boyfriend." You said flatly, all the moisture from your mouth disappeared at the realization. "Huh?" Sydney asked confused by the switch up but Tatum however was your number one cheerleader. "Hell yeah kick that bastard to the curb! What did he do?" Dylan wasn't even that good of a boyfriend back home you weren't sure why he wanted to keep things long distance. This whole discussion though made you want to change some things. "He still lives back home and I just really want to start over now."
You rang up your boyfriend and called it quits. The yelling on the phone was a surprise but Tatum quickly took the phone from you saying something you weren't really sure you were allowed to repeat. Sleeping in a house that wasn't your's was hard especially when you kept thinking about the two men you knew a little too well. Sunday morning was a blur, it consisted of cereal, the news going on about the murders, and school gossip. Eventually you and the girls made it back to Tatum bedroom.
"Hello you must be Y/n." The cop held out his hand for you to shake, which you did. "I'm Dewy." He said. His awkward presence was somehow comforting. "Ew dipshit don't flirt with my friends." Tatum complained making Sydney crack a smile. Red sprinkled his cheeks as he tried to defend himself. "You're fine. It's nice to meet you, Dewy. So you're a cop?" You point to the badge just trying to make conversation. "Here we go." Tatum whispered and Dewy smiled. "I'm actually a deputy." He tapped his badge with pride.
"He's just like Arnold Schwarzenegger... In kindergarten cop." Tatum made fun of him again almost making you crack a smile. "I think it's cool." He looked over at Sydney noticing her quietness. "How are you Syd?" She nodded with a fake smile. "Yesterday was hard so today has to be better." Dewy nodded. "I'm sorry to hear about your grandparents." Tatum's brother looked at you as he spoke. The word "grandparents" made you look up. "Oh um... Thanks." You weren't quite sure what the appropriate response to that was. "I'm going to use the bathroom." You excused yourself leaving the three of them together.
"Why would you bring that up?" Tatum scolded. "What happened to her grandparents?" Sydney asked. Dewy leaned on the door frame looking down the hallway making sure you were out of ear shot. "They committed suicide together. Both of them took a handful of sleeping pills, and she found them." The two girls felt bad hearing the information. Tatum remembered a commotion happening at the house down the street but she never knew what exactly had happened. Just that you moved in shortly after.
You walked back to the bedroom once you dried your face off from the water you threw onto your skin. "Well I've got to get going. Do you girls need anything?" He asked and everyone said no. Dewy left with a wave shutting the door behind him. "Sorry he's not very socially aware." Tatum apologized but you just nodded. "It's fine. Really." They didn't believe you but they dropped the discussion anyhow.
The day went on with Tatum doing your nails and trying on half the clothes you brought over. You offered Sydney to join in but she declined. Later on you and Sydney talked about what books you had read which Tatum was not interested in at all. It was much harder keeping them two entertained than it was with Billy and Stu. There didn't seem to be much common ground between the girls. You slept much easier than the night previous. Maybe you were finally settling in.
"Wake up girls." Tatum's mom beat on the door making everyone but Tatum jump up. You groaned as Sydney went to wake up her friend. You pulled a pair of bell-bottoms from your bag along with an old band shirt. It wasn't what you'd normally wear to school but you didn't have the time nor energy to doll yourself up. "I like the grunge look on you." You felt partially offended by Tatum's compliment because there was nothing "grunge" about your look. The outfit consisted of jeans, a shirt, no makeup, paired with hair you hadn't had the chance to fix.
"You look comfortable." Sydney chirped meaning well. Their back handed compliments made you want to crawl in a hole. You sat down with the girls in the kitchen, quickly eating breakfast before Dewy came to take you to school. You offered to just get your car but Dewy refused saying he was fine to drive. The thought about skipping the day completely had crossed your mind multiple times.
The moment the car stopped at school you said goodbye to your friends. "I've got to go grab some things from my locker I'll catch you at lunch." You didn't give them time to protest. Unfortunately for you Stu was at your locker waiting patiently for your appearance. "Yo Betty Crock- Pants?" You weren't in the mood for either one of their antics. "You look lovely today." He said like a kid with a crush. Stu swayed back and forth on his heels waiting for you to acknowledge his existence. "Did I do something wrong?" You slammed your locker shut making him jump.
"I'll take that as a yes." You turned to walk away but it never did any good with Stu. "I can't fix this if you don't tell me what's wrong." You stopped, looking at him with tears stinging your eyes. "We can't do this Stu." You pulled him to the side out of everyone's way. "You and Billy are my friends." The emphasis on friends made his heart shrink a little. "I would hope so after everything-" He tried to crack a joke to make you laugh but he didn't realize you felt like the joke was on you. "Would you just listen!" You cut him off grabbing the attention of some bystanders. You waited a moment for people to pass by before speaking.
"This cannot happen. Me, you, and Billy, can no longer happen. No more hanging out at my place, no more ambushing me in public bathrooms," He smiled at that not being able to take a single thing seriously. "No more hanging around at my locker. Tatum and Sydney are sweet girls who don't deserve what we did to them. As long as they are in the picture I'm not going to be, understand?" The bottom line was you weren't a plaything and you weren't a homewrecker. Stu however took it the way he wanted to.
"I understand. I'm sorry if we overstepped." You were ready for him to get on one knee and embarrass you into forgiving him. This was a nice change. "Thank you Stu." He smiled. "Will you still hang with us at lunch?" Damnit. "No Stu, I won't. I've got to make new friends. Since day one all I've known is you and Billy. And now that I've gotten to know Sydney and Tatum, I realized I need my own thing." The bell rung ending the conversation prematurely. "See ya Stu."
"Shit, Shit, Shit," Stu repeated the word over and over like a small prayer. He walked the halls quickly finding Billy's first period class. Stu waved like a mad man trying to get his friend's attention through the window. "May I go to the bathroom?" Billy asked already getting up from his seat. "You may Mr. Loomis." The boy wasn't too happy with the sudden distraction. "This better be good." Billy started walking towards the bathroom with Stu in tow.
"Y/n is dropping us." Billy stopped in his tracks at the confession. Calmly he took a breath saving his anger for a secluded spot. He picked of his feet once again heading towards the restroom. Stu was terrified not only of losing you but also of his friends short fuse. The moment the bathroom door was locked he exploded. "What the fuck do you mean?" Billy cursed as he pushed open each stall checking for anyone. "She said it was wrong what we were doing to Tatum and Syd and as long as they were in the picture she wasn't going to be." Billy grabbed Stu's shirt by the collar. "This shit wouldn't have happened if you didn't call Sydney the other night."
He pushed his friend backwards letting Stu's back hit the wall. "How many times do I have to tell you I didn't do it man?" Billy didn't believe him. Stu was always doing something he shouldn't be. "We'll go back to our plan. Do everything exactly the same way just a little later than we hoped." Billy breathed out thinking of how to pull this off. "Syd's mom's anniversary was Saturday."
"You think I don't know that dipshit?" He pointed in Stu's face. Running his hands through his hair he tried to calm down. "Neil killed Casey and Steve on Wednesday night. That's when he told Syd he was leaving town." Stu just nodded along listening to Billy. "With all the publicity of the murders he wasn't able to kill anyone's else so he calls his daughter Friday night."
"How does he know she's with Tatum?" Billy paced back and forth. "Neil's been stalking her because she's his next victim. He sees Syd leave his house with Tatum. Anyway he scares the shit out of his daughter Friday night laying low till Monday. Ghostface will make a guest appearance today to meet Syd. Himbry will have to close shop because of the killer. You'll tell everyone you're throwing a party to celebrate the break. Invite Syd and Tatum since Y/n is such good friends with them now she'll have to go with them."
It was like watching a genius at work. Stu really believed Billy could pull it off. "Neil kills Himbry. They went to school together back in the day it could be old revenge. At the party I'll take care of Tatum first but you'll have to send her to the garage and make sure no one goes with her." Billy looked at Stu waiting for him to promise to do his job. "Yes Sir." Billy looked at his boots piecing together the rest of the puzzle. "Neil kills Tatum after that I show up to apologize for being a shitty boyfriend. I'll take Syd up to your room that's where you'll have to "kill" me. You'll grab Sydney and bring her to the kitchen. We'll reveal everything blow her daddy's brains out and then Syd is the cherry on top of a really fucked up cake."
It was a good plan in Stu's eyes. "Where does that leave Y/n?" Billy smiled "She's going to rescue us. Neil's dead and so is his daughter. We've been stabbed left for dead but poor Y/n comes along and calls the cops helping us live to see another day. All we have to do is hit her hard enough to keep her out for awhile. Which means before I show up late I'll need you to get her alone in a room. I'll show up dressed in black and knock her unconscious. You'll go back to the party and I'll show up fashionably late."
"I could kiss you." Stu said happily throwing out his arms. "Don't make me stab you early." Billy threatened. Stu's smile dropped. "Now I'm going back to class I'll see Syd later today just keep being your bubbly self. You got that?" Stu nodded happy everything was going to work out after all.
"It was just some sick fuck having a laugh." Tatum tried to convince Sydney. "She's right Syd I mean those assholes were running up and down the hallways with masks." Sydney shook her head at you sure of what she saw. "It was him. I know it." You walked down the steps right next to your friends. "From now on you are not to be alone. You pee, I pee." Tatum added. Stu ran up spouting some gibberish giving you and the girls a flower. "Darling, I don't know what you did Sydney but on behalf of the entire student body we say thank you!"
Tatum tapped her boyfriend with the flower. "Stop it Stu." She gritted trying to tone down his behavior. "You know I say," He picked Tatum up throwing her over his shoulder. The very cute display made you advert your eyes. You didn't know why you were upset this is exactly what you asked him to do. But it still somehow felt he was going out of his way to upset you.
"Impromptu party tonight, my house. To celebrate this little scare storm, what do ya say?" You and Sydney kept walking while Stu trailed behind. "Are you serious?" Sydney questioned the insane kid. "Parents are out of town." He smacked Tatum's ass causing her to sqeek with a laugh. "If this little vixen doesn't invite the whole world we'll be fine. Mix in with the gathering, mix in with friends." He sat Tatum down letting her talk to Sydney.
You watched Stu trying hard to convince Sydney to go. "What do you say Syd? I mean Pathos could have it's perks. Y/n's never been to one of Stu's parties." Tatum said dragging you into it. "I don't really have party clothes plus what if the killer is there?" You questioned. "I'll totally protect you. Yo I am so buff, I got you covered girl." Tatum laughed at her boyfriend. Sydney whined not liking the idea at all. "I mean come on Syd. For me? It could be fun." Stu proceeded to kiss Tatum's neck bringing back all too fresh memories. "Okay, whatever." Tatum squealed.
"Nice!" Stu said "Make sure you girls bring some food when you come over." Stu left you and your friends to go run off somewhere. "I think I'm just going to head home for tonight." Sydney piped up. "No way. If I'm going you have to go." You threw your head back with a groan. "I don't even have clothes for a party." Tatum spun around. "Now that I can help with."
You raised your hand in protest. "You're not dressing me up like a prostitute." Sydney smiled knowing exactly how Tatum would've dressed you. "You're no fun." Tatum teased as you walked back to Dewy's car. Sydney looked at the ground while you and Tatum discussed what you'd wear. Something wasn't sitting right with her but she wasn't sure what it was.
(if your name has a line through it Tumblr wouldn't let me tag you.)
Part 8
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𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 ✲ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫
Virgin!Charlie Walker x AFAB!Reader (NSFW)
You go to your friend's party not expecting much from it. Except, while there, you run into Charlie, a guy you've known all your life but have never got to know. One of his secrets is revealed, much to his embarrassment. You go to comfort him, and one thing leads to another. (both Charlie and reader are 18+.)
warnings: smut, nsfw, loss of virginity, mentions of virginity, penetration (p in v), unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), nipple/breast play, hair pulling, overstimulation, mentions of alcohol, drinking alcohol, reader is kinda experienced but just barely, afab!reader, descriptions of female anatomy, Charlie and reader are 18+
word count: 4890 (I'm,,,, yeah)
author's note: hello I cannot believe I typed most of this out today. I was possessed by the writing demon fr. I also can't believe it's as long as it is but ya know,,, I gotta give y'all the Charlie smut you wanted. so here it is. if you enjoy, please reblog/ like (:
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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.
Playing truth or dare wasn’t on your list of things to do tonight at this party, but it may as well happen.
You’re sitting criss cross on the floor of the living room, your back pressed against the front of the couch. Your best friend decided throwing one of their iconic parties before Spring Break would be fun, and they begged you to attend. And, of course, you couldn’t say no to them. So here you are in their living room with a Smirnoff Ice in your hand, waiting for someone to spin the bottle on the floor again. It only landed on you twice, and you picked truth both times. The questions were relatively tame, but the drunker everyone in the circle got and the more people who joined, the rowdier it got. You notice a guy you went to primary school with sitting across from you, with his forearm casually resting on his knee as he sips a beer with his free hand. He pretended to be looking elsewhere whenever a sexual question was brought up. Good old Charlie, the quiet and polite kid who was always good at math and oddly enough, film class. You two had been in school together since Kindergarten, and now you’re in university together and have yet to really talk. Sure, you’ve run into him at some places or have seen him around campus, chatting with him here and there, but nothing has ever broken the surface. You’ve yet to have a meaningful conversation with him. Both of you were partners in science class during your junior year of high school, but you weren’t close by any means. You push away your thoughts when you realize the bottle has now landed on you.
You take a large swig of your drink, “Oh boy.”
Luckily, your best friend is the one who spun the bottle. You hope whatever challenge or question they shoot at you will be tolerable.
“Alright, Y/N. Truth or dare?”
“Hmm,” you think about this one momentarily and decide on a whim, “Dare.”
Your best friend eyes your still fairly full drink, “You just got iced! I dare you to chug the rest of your drink.”
Getting “iced” means if someone sees you holding a Smirnoff Ice, they can “ice” you by saying you have to chug the rest of your drink no matter how full it is. It’s a trend around campus, and it annoys you to no end as you drink Smirnoff Ice sometimes.
You roll your eyes and sigh, “Fine.”
Taking a deep breath, you begin chugging your drink. Thank god it’s your favorite flavor and not something stronger. Everyone is chanting for you to chug, and you do, trying not to laugh at how embarrassing it is to have all these people watching you. Some of the alcohol dribbles down your chin when you finish the rest of the bottle. The circle cheers, and the people next to you pat you on the back while everyone else gives a thumbs up. You feel a little rush to your head as you carefully place your hand on the bottle in the middle of the group, prepared to spin it. Once it lands, it lands on your other friend Kirby. You’re somewhat surprised she’s even playing truth or dare with you all, but you weren’t going to stop her.
“Truth or dare, Kirb?”
“Dare, of course,” Kirby smiles deviously, a little tipsy from whatever is in her solo cup.
“I dare you to kiss someone in the circle. It can be anyone,” you say after pondering for a moment.
It was a mild dare compared to some of the ones people have created in the group. Someone dared one girl to take off her shirt, and someone else dared your best friend to shotgun from the guy next to them. Now your best friend was buzzed on not only alcohol but some weed as well. So you’re somewhat shocked they didn’t choose a wilder dare for you to do.
Kirby looks surprised you’d choose a dare that consisted of anything intimate, but she shrugs it off before leaning toward Jill. You’re also surprised Jill is in the circle, but she claimed she just wanted to watch people embarrass themselves. Until the bottle landed on her for the first time, now, she’s slightly drunk and in the game. She and Kirby kiss for a few seconds, but you doubt it’s the first time they’ve done so. Kirby pulls away as some guys holler at the sight. She flips them off before spinning the bottle. This time, it lands on Charlie. A part of you fears for him because Kirby can be unpredictable.
“Truth or dare, Charlie?” Kirby asks, tapping her chin excitedly.
“Uh,” Charlie furrows his eyebrows, “Truth?”
Kirby grins like she had been hoping he’d choose truth, “When was the last time you got blown?”
“Blown?” Charlie asks, a little confused.
“Yeah. Blown. Like, a blowjob. When was the last time you got one of those, Charlie?” Kirby asks seriously, and everyone is paying close attention to what Charlie is about to say.
“Oh. I don’t know? I’ve never really,” Charlie clears his throat, “I’ve never really done anything like that.”
“Really?” Kirby asks, shocked, and a few people giggle.
“How about you ask a different question?” Charlie says, shifting around nervously.
“Okay. Are you a virgin?”
More people in the circle laugh, and everyone looks directly at Charlie, making his face go red as he curls into himself.
“That’s enough, Kirb,” you say gently, your eyes flickering between her and Charlie, “Maybe ask something not sexual in nature?”
“Right. Sorry,” Kirby cringes, but Charlie is already moving to get up from where he’s sitting.
You go to say something to him as he steps around you to walk to the kitchen, but he moves too fast.
You pinch the bridge of your nose, “Kirby, I know you like making Charlie squirm, but that was uncalled for.”
“I didn’t mean anything by it. I didn’t know he was a virgin,” Kirby frowns, staring into her drink.
“Maybe you should apologize,” you say, “I’ll go talk to him first and make sure he’s okay.”
“That’s a good idea,” your best friend nods.
You stand up and try to collect yourself for a moment as the alcohol makes your head swim. That Smirnoff was your third tonight, and you can tell that chugging it was a bad idea. But your vision clears, and you begin to walk to the kitchen. There are a few people crowded in there, talking and drinking. But no sight of Charlie. You wander to the patio and spot him sitting on the porch swing outside. You quietly open the sliding door and shut it behind you, walking toward the swing.
“Hey,” you say, almost inaudible as you sit down next to Charlie.
“Hi,” he says awkwardly, tucking hair behind his ear as his eyes burn into his thighs.
“Are you okay? Sometimes Kirby doesn’t know when to shut up,” you roll your eyes, shaking your head at your friend’s behavior.
“I’m fine. It’s just not something I wanted everyone to know,” Charlie chuckles lightly.
“I understand. If it helps, I didn’t lose my virginity in high school like everyone, either. But I’m glad I waited until adulthood if that makes sense,” you say, trying to relate to Charlie a little.
You were in your sophomore year of college when you had your first serious partner, which led to you, of course, having sex. You were about to be 21, and felt like you had waited forever by that point. But the peer pressure and movies made sex seem totally different from what it actually was. But you were glad that you waited until you were more mature. Not everyone does, and you think that’s okay, just as long as there was consent.
“Really? You didn’t lose it in high school?” Charlie finally turns to you, his face twisted into confusion.
“I was about twenty on twenty-one. Not long ago, but yeah,” you shrug, pushing your legs so that the swing moves slightly backward, “It’s not all it’s cracked up to be- the sex stuff. Honestly it’s nothing like porn, tv, or the movies. It’s awkward and silly and sometimes uncomfortable.”
Charlie nods slowly, “What is like, then? For someone with female anatomy, anyway.”
“If you're, you know, prepared, it doesn’t hurt. It’s like a feeling of fullness and then when they find the g spot with their fingers or whatever, it’s even better,” you feel your face burning at the thought of it all.
“G spot?”
You dare to look Charlie in the eye, “Yeah it’s a spot inside the vagina that gives you pleasure when it’s caressed or pushed into,” you give him an awkward smile.
“Oh,” Charlie laughs, “Sorry if I’m making you uncomfortable or anything. I just don’t know much. I mean I know the basics, but,” he trails off, looking at your lips for a moment before tearing his eyes away.
“Basics, hmm?” you lean in toward Charlie, letting your knee touch his as you push the swing with your feet, moving it backward again, “What would those be?”
“Like where to touch someone kind of? I mean I’ve seen videos but none of that is real,” Charlie says, his face now slightly red.
The alcohol still burns in your veins, making your brain feel happily cloudy and a little braver than usual.
“And where would you touch someone?” you ask, now letting your thigh completely press against Charlie’s, your bodies now closer in proximity.
Charlie lets his shoulder touch yours, “Well, I know some people like being kissed on their ears,” he turns to you again, tucking some hair behind your ear softly.
“Yes,” you nod, slowly reaching your hand up to the ends of Charlie’s hair, “What about here, Charlie? Know anything about hair and what you can do with it?”
Charlie hesitates, “You can pull hair because some people like that.”
“Do you like it Charlie?” you look up and notice how close your faces are to one another, letting your eyes dart from his lips to his eyes.
“I don’t know, really. I feel like I would,” Charlie nods, trying his best not to stutter as he stares at your lips blatantly.
You let go of Charlie’s hair before sliding a cautious hand through his front bangs and letting your fingers root to his scalp. His breath hitches at the feeling of your touch.
“I feel like I definitely would,” Charlie repeats, clearing his throat as he lets his hand rest on your knee, “Is this okay?”
You chuckle, “Yes. Is it okay that I’m touching your hair?”
“Absolutely,” Charlie answers quickly.
“Do you want to see what it feels like to have it pulled a little?” you ask, your eyes landing on his lips once again.
They look so kissable and biteable. You always have thought Charlie was fairly cute, but never really gave it much thought or acted on it, until now. After all, you’re both a little tipsy and this is a college party you’re at. Why not have a little fun?
“Yes,” Charlie says, closing his eyes and letting his lips finally brush against yours.
You capture his lips with yours softly, lifting your free hand to rest upon Charlie’s jaw. His hand on your knee travels up your thigh until it’s on your hip, squeezing lightly as you deepen the kiss. Charlie places his other hand behind your head, pushing you closer to him as you run your tongue along his bottom lip. He lets you in, letting you take total control of the kiss. Charlie knows how to kiss, and he can kiss well, but he’d rather let you do whatever you wanted. If he’s honest, he would let you do anything to him, and he’s always felt this way. And that weird classmate crush he’s had on you is blossoming further with every second that passes as you kiss.
Swirling your tongue around Charlie’s, you wait for the perfect moment to tug at his hair. The kiss is growing into a sloppy makeout and you can tell Charlie is getting turned on, You bite at his lip, tugging on it as he lets out a small moan. When he does this, you decide to pull on his hair a little, causing his moan to grow louder.
You pull away from the kiss, trying not to laugh, “Are you okay?”
“I’m- I’m fine,” Charlie whispers, his lips are swollen and red and his pupils are slightly larger than before.
“You sure?” you ask, your hand still on his face as your thumb traces along his jawline, “I know somewhere we can go that’s more private if no one is already in there.”
“Like where?” Charlie asks.
“My best friend has a guest room I usually camp out in when I stay over,” you say, standing up from the swing, offering a hand out to Charlie, “Care to join?”
Charlie looks at you, then your hand, before taking it, “Lead the way.”
You hold his hand until you get to the sliding door, “I’ll go first, so watch which direction I head to when I get up the stairs. Then whenever you’re ready, come on up.”
“Okay,” Charlie nods, fighting a giddy smile.
“Is everything okay?” your best friend approaches you immediately once you and Charlie walk through the door.
“Yep. We’re all good,” you say.
“Most of the party is gone. You can stay here if you’d like,” your best friend says, looking between you and Charlie nonchalantly.
“Cool. I think I’ll head upstairs, then. Charlie and I are still talking, so,” you trail off, “Don’t mind us.”
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do,” your best friend winks.
“Yeah, that isn’t very much though,” you joke with them before dragging Charlie upstairs and not bothering to sneak him in.
Once both of you are upstairs and in the room, you shut the door and lock it before turning on the bedside lamp. Charlie sits on the bed, his hands clasped together nervously. You walk over to him, shedding your jacket and tossing it to the end of the bed. Standing directly in front of him, his knees touching yours, you card your hand through his hair again. Charlie’s eyes flutter shut and you climb onto his lap, wrapping your legs around his waist.
“So do you like having your hair pulled now?” you ask, and Charlie looks so nervous that he’s gonna burst.
“Can you remind me of how it feels?” Charlie looks up at you, innocence flashing in his eyes.
You pull Charlie’s hair enough to where his head moves back, exposing his neck to you. He hums in content and you can’t help but start kissing along the side of his throat. You nip a little at his skin, running your tongue over the places you sink your teeth. Enough for him to feel it, but not enough to leave a mark. You squeeze your fingers into an open fist, pulling Charlie’s hair at a different angle. Just as he’s about to let out a noise, you move the top of his shirt down and bite down below his collarbone, sucking at the skin until it’s red. Charlie then lets out an actual moan, which makes your stomach turn.
“Feel good?” you ask, moving your hand from his hair and to his hip, sliding it up his shirt.
“Yes,” Charlie sighs, “Very.”
“Do you want to keep going? We don’t have to if you don’t want-”
“I do. I want to keep going.”
“Are you sure? I don’t want you to regret your first time,” you say.
“I won’t regret it, especially if it’s with you,” Charlie blushes.
A smile grows on your face, “Really? And you aren’t saying that just to get in my pants?”
“No,” Charlie chuckles, “I”m not just saying it to get in your pants. I like you.”
“Well in that case,” you slide your other hand under Charlie’s shirt, “Where else do you know to touch someone, Charlie?”
Charlie shifts underneath you, unsure what to do with his hands, “Um. Here?” he asks, slowly placing his hands on your thighs and gripping them slightly.
“Yes, good. Where else?”
You’re slowly trailing your fingers up and down Charlie’s torso, sending goosebumps all over his skin as he struggles to speak properly.
“Here,” is all he can choke out, running his shaky hands along your hips and waist.
“Uh-huh,” you slip your hands from under Charlie’s shirt and put them on top of his, “Want me to guide you or do you think you’ve got it?”
“You can guide me if you want to,” Charlie says, biting his lip.
You grab Charlie’s hands and move them under your shirt to your covered breasts, “Sprawl out your fingers and squeeze with them.”
Charlie does as told, and he does it perfectly. It’s probably the most simple way you can touch someone, though. But you don’t mind.
“You can squeeze them all you want either under my shirt or without my shirt,” you run your fingers through the hair on the side of Charlie’s head.
You let go of Charlie’s hands, letting him do as he pleased. He squeezes at your breasts, moving his hands in different ways to elicit moans from you. Before Charlie can decide, you go ahead and strip off your shirt and your binder/bra. Your nipples harden at the sudden exposure to cooler air and Charlie stares at them, unsure of what to do next.
“What do you want to do with them, Charlie? You can suck them, bite them, pull them, whatever you want,” you say, leaning in closer to Charlie’s face.
“Can I do both?” Charlie asks.
“At the same time or?” you ask, and he nods.
“Yes. You can do one thing to one while you do something else to the other if that’s what you want to do.”
Charlie slowly takes one of your nipples into his mouth, experimentally licking at it while rubbing circles on your other. The sensual movements of Charlie’s finger and tongue cause you to moan softly. You continue to card your fingers through his hair as he moves his tongue and finger a little faster than before. He then pulls away from your nipple, a string of saliva still connecting it to his mouth. Charlie then moves to the other nipple and flicks his tongue against it without sucking it between his lips. He heistantly pinches the nipple he just had his mouth on, his spit adding the perfect amount of lubrication. Your hips involuntarily buck forward at the feeling of Charlie’s tongue lapping at the sensitive bud. He then fully takes it into his mouth, lightly running his teeth around it. Charlie holds back a smirk at the high pitched noise you let out at the sensation of teeth. He decides to try holding your nipple with his teeth and then licking it at the same time, just to see how you react. Your hand that’s in Charlie’s hair suddenly grips the dirty blonde locks harshly, and Charlie moans around you, adding vibration to the mix. So you pull his hair again. You feel him grow a tad harder underneath you.
“You like that, don’t you Charlie?” you bite your lip as he looks up at you through his eyelashes, suckling at your breast.
“I do,” he sighs contently, moving back to your left breast and pinching it lightly before massaging you again.
“Do you know where else to touch?” you ask, becoming a little needy at this point.
Charlie’s mouth was so good you can’t possibly imagine how it feels elsewhere. And his long fingers? Why didn’t you think of this sooner?
Charlie looks incredibly nervous now as he moves his hands to your upper thighs.
“Just remember that you don’t have to do it if you don’t want to,” you say gently.
“I want to touch you and make you feel good,” Charlie says, shakily unbuttoning and unzipping your jeans.
“Let me lay down so it’s not as awkward for both of us,” you say, climbing off of Charlie’s lap and onto the bed, “I trust that you know kinda what to do, but take your time. If you need help don’t hesitate to ask.”
Charlie nods, nestling himself between your legs, resting on his stomach and elbows. You push your pants and underwear down your thighs, letting Charlie pull them down the rest of the way. When your clothes are pushed off your feet, Charlie returns to his position and his eyes grow large at the sight of your bare pussy. He’s breathless as he slowly runs a curious finger up your glistening slit, causing you to gasp. He does the movement again, this time applying some more pressure. Charlie is amazed at how wet you are from him playing with your breasts, but he figures you’re probably into that. He knows that when someone is wet, they feel good, so seeing how soaked you are for him makes his confidence skyrocket. You spread your legs further apart, letting Charlie get a full view. He runs his finger over what he thinks may be your clit, but he’s not too sure.
“Move your finger up and you’ll feel it,” you grab Charlie’s hand and guide it upward just a little.
The tip of his finger brushes against the correct spot and you hum in approval, “Right there.”
Charlie circles your clit with his finger slowly, almost tantalizing, “Like this?”
“Just like that,” you say weakly, “God, you’re getting me so wet.”
Charlie leans in and kisses your inner thighs, wanting to bury his face in your arousal, but only with your permission.
You sense his hesitation, “You can lick it if you want. You can do anything you’re comfortable with, Charlie. I promise.”
Charlie gives your clit a tentative lick, and for a moment his licking isn’t pressured enough.
“You can lick harder, you won’t hurt me,” you said brushing some hair from Charlie’s face.
“Okay,” Charlie breathes out, licking from bottom to top in one long stripe, gathering your wetness on his tongue. He figures it’d feel good to you if he had some lubrication on your clit while licking it. And he’s right. As he swirls his tongue around your bundle of nerves, you swivel your hips to the same rhythm.
“Fuck, Charlie,” you whimper, “Do you want to finger me?”
Charlie nods vigorously, his mouth not leaving you as he continues to lick you up, down, and all around. He was messy with it, but it still felt good to you. You take one of his hands that are gripping your thighs, pressing all his fingers down except the index one, and flipping his palm upward.
“All you have to do is find my entrance and push it in slowly until you’re fully inside, then you can bend it, twist it, or whatever you wanna do with it. When you think I’m ready, you can add a second one.”
Charlie nods wordlessly as he pulls his mouth off you, focusing on gathering the mixture of spit and slick before prodding at you and finding your entrance. He pushes his finger in as slowly as he can, watching you writhe underneath him. Charlie has his finger completely inside of you, and he experimentally curls it upward a little. The tip of his finger touches something spongy.
“Oh god right there,” you gasp, “You found it on the first try holy shit.”
“Found what?” Charlie leans down to play with your clit with his tongue again, curling his finger more forcefully.
“Fuck,” you sigh, throwing your head back momentarily, “Your finger is just the right length to get to my g spot. Keep rubbing it.”
Charlie wonders if licking in circles at the same time he circles his finger would cause a reaction. So he does, and you cry out.
“Keep going,” you say, letting your head relax against the pillows as it feels heavier with each stroke of Charlie’s finger.
He can feel you throb around his finger, and he slides it out before sliding it back in and hitting that spot. You thrust your hips in response, wishing Charlie would add a second finger. He decides now is the perfect time to see if two will fit. And his middle finger easily slides in next to his pointer, both fingertips pressing against your g spot deliciously. You begin to wordlessly pump yourself on Charlie’s fingers. He matches your pace, curling and caressing his fingers with every thrust. Your hands occupy your breasts, rolling your nipples as Charlie continues to suck your clit and finger you simultaneously. You feel like you’re going to explode.
“If you don’t stop I’m gonna cum,” you whine, “And I’m sure you’d like to feel me cum on your cock instead.”
You didn’t mean for something so filthy to leave your mouth so soon, but god, it causes Charlie to pause his movements and gauge what you just said to him.
“Please,” Charlie gulps, “Only if you’ll let me.”
“I’m on the pill,” you say, hastily pulling at the bottom hem of Charlie’s shirt and tugging it over his head.
Charlie quickly removes his pants and underwear, discarding them somewhere in the room before clambering back to you, “Tell me what to do.”
“It’s just like your fingers,” you say, sliding your hands along Charlie’s chest, “Push into me slowly until you bottom out.”
“Okay,” Charlie says, focusing on lining himself up perfectly.
Slowly, he pushes his tip into you, and your hands reach out for his upper arms. You grunt as Charlie continues to gently guide himself inside you, the stretch of his size stinging a little. But then he finally bottoms out, and you wiggle your hips to better adjust to him. Charlie is hovering over you, the most pleasured look on his face as his eyes close. He’s never felt something so warm and perfect engulf him like this. No wonder everyone else has done this already, he thinks to himself.
“You can move, Charlie.”
Charlie pulls out of you just a small amount before sliding back in, testing the waters on how he’s supposed to thrust into you. Gradually, you let him inch closer and closer to pulling all the way out and then thrusting back in. Finally, he pulls out except for his tip, then sheathes himself completely inside of you.
The moan you let out is nearly pornographic as he hits you at just the right angle. This urges Charlie to do the movement again, so he pulls out, then plunges back into you. He does this over and over, faster each time.
“You’re doing so good, Charlie, fuck,” you grip his biceps as you move your hips in time with his.
“Only good for you,” he pants, his fingers digging into your hips for leverage.
You reach a hand down to toy with your clit, but when Charlie notices, he switches your hand for his. He decides to use his thumb since he could access your clit better that way while fucking you. Charlie rubs tight circles on your bundle of nerves as he continues to hit that sweet spot inside you repeatedly. A tight warmth is building in your stomach again.
Charlie leans his face down to yours, immediately capturing you into a kiss. The kiss is hot and messy- you’re both gasping and swirling your tongues together with mouths open as you both desperately chase your highs.
“I’m gonna,” Charlie groans, burying his face in your neck.
“Cum for me, Charlie. Such a good boy for me,” you whimper, rocking your hips into his at a ferocious pace.
Your words send him unraveling, and the sound that erupts from his throat pushes you over the edge as well. You grasp at his arms, riding out your orgasm as Charlie continues to rub your clit lazily. You push his hand away, but at the same time, it feels so good. Charlie brings his hand back to your clit, knowing the sounds you were still making means you like how it feels. After he carefully pulls out of you, he continues his movements.
“I’m gonna cum again, please,” you messily swivel your hips, grinding your clit onto Charlie’s thumb as hard as you can with your shaking body.
“Fuck,” you cry out, Charlie still rubbing you hard and fast, “I’m-”
Before you can finish your sentence, you cum hard, your arousal seeping out of you and into Charlie’s hand. Your chest heaves as Charlie licks his hand clean before letting his hands rub up and down your body, your orgasm still fizzling out.
“How did I do?” Charlie asks nervously.
“So good. I can’t imagine how much better you’ll get over time,” you smile as Charlie grabs his shirt for you to clean up with.
“Wanna stick around and find out?” Charlie half jokes, handing you the shirt.
“Only if you want me to,” you say, cleaning yourself up.
“I want you to,” Charlie says softly, “I still have a lot to learn.”
“That you do,” you chuckle before pecking Charlie on the lips.
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BF!ETHAN LANDRY HEADCANNONS
contains: fluffy stuff, gf ethan, kinda suggestive topics (?
a/n: first post! english isn’t my first language so excuse the typos if there’s any. enjoy <3
| ethan is aware of the fact that you know he’s ghostface, and he makes sure you two spend a nice time when you’re together so you forget about it he does this for himself too :(
| he made you promise you wouldn’t tell anyone about his secret, but he’s still afraid that you do (you would never, you love him too much)
| he hates the fact that you don’t want anyone to know you’re dating, but it’s because he already has too many eyes on him and you don’t wanna raise even more suspicion
| you were his first real kiss, and his first time too
| he gets so jealous of any guy that lays his eyes on you, but he won’t let you know, at least not verbally. he will become quiet all day until you ask him what’s wrong, and you’ll have to reassure him and tell him he’s the only one you want
| he loves having you near him, he feels safer
| he’s very VERY clingy. he’s always touching you in some way and it doesn’t have to be sexual; he just loves holding your hand, touching your thigh when you’re sitting or when he’s nervous he tends to fidget with your fingers instead of his own
| let’s be real, he’s insecure as fuck and even though he doesn’t ask you to compliment him or anything like that, it always makes his day when you do. “you look so pretty today” he’s a blushing mess
| neither of you are really into nicknames, but if you call him baby he will melt on the spot
| he’s sassy, and he will catch an attitude for the stupidest things you can imagine; but you know exactly how to make him forget
| sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and he will try to wake you up as well just so you cuddle him back to sleep
| HE’S A LITTLE SPOON AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL
thank you so much for reading <3 sorry if this was too short, i tried to find something to begin with so let me know if you want more. requests are open, feel free to send anything!
#ethan landry#scream#tatelangdon#ethan landry x reader#scream 6#ethan landry fluff#ethan landry fic#scream fic
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Hello! I would love to read a stu macher x fem!reader where stu and the reader are best friends and randy gets a little too flirty with the reader and after he tells randy off, stu takes the reader to his room or something where he admits he’s jealous and it ends in smut!
Thank you!
jealousy, jealousy
ship: fem!reader x stu macher
summary: exactly what the ask above says!! :)
warnings: jealousy/possessiveness, unprotected sex
word count: 1.0k
Randy has got some fuckin' nerve, you think.
Stu goes out of his way to throw a party for all of his friends, and Randy gets an invite because as geeky, as annoying as he can be, Stu's always been pretty fond of the kid. You know this, because Stu told you. You've been there since this friend group formed, you saw the way Randy managed to make the cut, and you knew that he and Stu had never had a serious issue, despite their constant bickering.
Until now.
He throws a party, and Randy is sitting on the couch, flirting with you. Stu's girlfriend, whom he had fucked on that very couch just the night before, and Randy's cradling a beer in one hand while the other is "accidentally" brushing against your thigh like you aren't taken and clearly not interested.
"Meeks," Stu calls, walking from the doorway of the kitchen over to where you're sitting beside Randy. You feel a bit of relief, knowing he's going to step in. You like Randy as a friend, but his flirting is making you uncomfortable.
Randy's hand pulls away from you as if he's been burned, sloshing beer out of the can and into his lap as Stu's loud voice echos his name. He knows he's been caught.
You fight back a smirk at the panicked look in Randy's eyes. Stu gets in his face, an almost crazed look in those blue eyes.
"You wanna flirt, pick someone that's single," Stu says. "Being a virgin won't save your ass if I come after you, dipshit."
Randy's face is flushed red and he nods feverently. "Yeah, no, I...I wasn't trying...It's all good, man."
Stu nods, holding out a hand to take yours. "That's what I thought."
You can't get a word in before Stu's pulling you away and up the stairs, all but pushing you into his bedroom.
For a moment, you're worried that you've upset him. Maybe he got the wrong idea, and he thinks you were reciprocating it. You open your mouth to say something, but then you catch the smirk tugging on his lips, the twinkle in his eye.
You relax, smiling. "My knight in shining armor," you say.
"Well, I couldn't let that sleazeball put his grimy hands on my girl," he replies. "You alright?"
"Yeah, he's a little creepy, but he's harmless," you shrug. "But I'm glad you stepped in. I was missing you..."
He pulls you close, kissing your forehead. "Yeah? Maybe I can make it up to you...Remind our little friend out there who you belong to."
Your heart flutters. "I didn't realize you were such a jealous type."
Stu grins, flashing his teeth. "I just didn't wanna scare ya off," he says, grabbing a fistful of hair at the base of your neck and tugging it back, forcing you to look up at him. "But if it were up to me, another guy would never even look your way. I want you all to myself."
You felt the telltale rush of arousal in your veins, letting out a soft whimper as he pulls your hair. "You have me," you say.
"That's my girl," he mutters, leaning down to kiss you. He nips idly at your lower lip, one hand still in your hair while the other wanders beneath your shirt, groping your chest.
Moaning against his mouth, you feel your underwear growing wet. When he breaks the kiss, his mouth immediately moves to suck a hickey into the side of your throat, forcing your head back with another tug of your hair.
"Please," you whine.
"Please what, baby?" he asks, tone laced with sickly-sweet teasing.
"Please just fuck me. Prove that I'm yours, make me scream your name."
He doesn't need to be told twice. He leads you over to the bed, pushing you down on the mattress before making quick work of your clothes, leaving you naked from the waist down. His eyes shine with lust as he gazes at the wetness between your legs, reaching out a hand to rub his thumb over your clit.
You squirm under the sensation, breath catching in your throat.
"My girl," Stu murmurs, continuing to rub your clit as another finger circles your hole before sliding in, and you let out a soft moan. Just one finger isn't enough, you want his cock inside of you, but your ability to speak has disappeared, especially as he slides another finger inside you.
"Whose pussy is this?" Stu asks.
Your brain fuzzy with pleasure, it takes a moment for you to answer. "Y-Yours."
"Damn right it is."
He wastes no time removing his fingers, unzipping his jeans, lining his cock up with your entrance, and pushing himself slowly inside. You gasp as he fills you up, clenching around him once you've taken most of him inside. You've learned the hard way that taking his entire cock is not always easy, and it's saved for rougher nights. Still, even when he isn't fully inside, he fills you up so nicely, fucks you just right.
"Yes," you hiss, grasping at the bedsheets.
"Only I can fuck you like this," he says. "You think anyone else could make you feel this good? Fat fuckin' chance. That virgin Randy wouldn't know how to make you cum."
You moan as his thrusts pick up in tempo. "Only you," you reply. "Only want you, baby."
"Good girl. Gonna have to start marking you up, make sure everyone knows. Hickeys all over your neck, bruises on your hips. How does that sound?"
"So good. Please, please mark me."
"I will baby, I will. How about you cum for me first, hm?"
His thumb returns to your clit, rubbing methodical circles as he fucks you, and all that combined with his words means it doesn't take long for you to be pushed over the edge, your orgasm making your legs shake as you cried out his name.
When the two of you returned back downstairs, with messy hair and flushed faces, Randy slunk off into the kitchen for another beer. Stu shot you a wink, giving your ass a quick smack before walking into the crowd of people, likely to scold some crashers or more likely, tell Billy about his eventful night.
You smiled, watching him walk away, before heading over to speak with Tatum and Sidney, proudly sporting a hickey on your neck.
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sweets! part I
ethan landry x bimbo!oc [winnie adair]
summary: the blackmore students go to a costume party and ghostface comes back.
warnings: nsfw implications, mentions of murder
a/n: chapter one finally <3 i hope you all enjoy!
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“Hey, Ethan!”
The boy looks around the room, eyes landing on the smaller girl. Her short dress clings to her body and she has a little garter around her left thigh. It has a small heart on it and the band squeezes the fatty limb so it could fit. She’s covered in red -- her dress, the garter, her lips, and cheeks.
“Ethan!” she calls again. He blinks a little, snapping out of his little trance and smiling at her. She giggles, pushing through a few people to make her way next to him. Her bangles clap together as she bouncily walks over, and he wonders how those giant hoops are even comfortable weighing down her ears. “Do you like?” she asks, finally in front of him. She does a little twirl for him, Ethan’s eyes snapping down to the bottom of the dress for the split second her back is turned to him.
“Very nice,” he says, nodding in approval. She giggles and looks at his costume, furrowing her brows a little at it. She looks up at him, confusion written plainly across her expression.
“I think I’m pretty obviously Betty Boop, but what the hell are you?” she asks, “A knight?”
“No-- Kind of. It’s the Brown Knight,” he explains. The girl scrunches her face, both unimpressed and still confused. “Chris Hawley? Murder Party?”
She shakes her head and giggles, “I have no clue what you’re talking about, dork.”
He smiles a little at the nickname. Usually he would feel a little hurt by the jab, but she says it so endearingly that heat rises to his cheeks immediately. Her name is called by some girl in the distance and she’s quickly whisked away, but she makes sure to turn around and wave at him as she disappears into the crowd.
“Not happening,” Chad says, walking up behind Ethan. The curly-headed boy turns to his roommate who’s shaking his head. “You stay away from her with your little puppy-dog eyes, alright?”
“What?” Ethan asks with a small, nervous chuckle. Chad shakes his head, pointing at Ethan.
“I know your tricks, alright?” Chad says, a little harsher. Ethan’s eyes widen momentarily, shaking his head.
“No, no, no,” Ethan says, “There’s no tricks, I swear. I’m just--”
Chad’s stern face fades into a smile, the boy leaning over with laughter. He looks up at Ethan, but he only laughs harder when he sees the other boy’s face.
“You should see yourself right now, man,” Chad laughs. Ethan anxiously joins in on Chad’s laughter. “Don’t worry, Landry, I’m not gonna hurt you or anything. Jesus, you looked terrified.”
“I kinda was,” Ethan mumbles, just loud enough so only he could hear it. Chad claps Ethan’s arm, shaking him a little bit.
“I’m just playing with you,” Chad says, calming down. “But seriously, stay away from her, Landry.”
“I will, I will,” Ethan says, hands up in surrender. He drops his arms back to his sides and tilts his head, “Why? Are you two…”
“No,” Chad says, shaking his head with an amused smile, “I just have to look out for her because nobody else will.”
“I’m back!” Winnie says through a sing-song voice . She peeks around Chad and he wraps an arm around her.
“Hey kid,” Chad says, looking down at her. He glances back up at Ethan, shooting him a look.
“And I brought you boys gifts,” she says, holding two shot glasses out to them. Ethan looks at Chad for permission and the bigger boy nods at him.
Ethan takes the small cup, “Where’s yours?”
“I don’t drink alcohol anymore,” she says, shaking her head. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a bottle with a wink, “But I do drink cranberry juice.”
Chad furrows his brows, narrowing his eyes at the girl, “Excuse me?”
She looks up at him innocently, “Huh?”
Chad shakes his head, “Nevermind.” Winnie looks at Ethan for an answer, but the boy quickly looks away from her. Chad lifts his cups, “Hey, cheers to the dynamic duo of Hortense Tower, third floor, room 315. And Winnie.”
“And Winnie!” the girl cheers, her bottle tapping their shot glasses. She takes a sip of her juice and watches the boys. Chad downs the shot with a slight grimace, and Ethan immediately spits it back into the glass. She giggles at him, offering him her juice to wash it down. “Oh, man. Time to start making moves. Yeah, get you out there. Introduce you to some girls!” Chad says, nodding to a girl in a Harry Potter costume, “What about her?”
Instead of looking at the dancing girl, he looks at Winnie. Her eyes are locked onto the girl Chad is looking at. Her face is stoic, void of any emotion. Then like a switch she smiles, looking up at Ethan. He quickly looks over to the girl he should have been looking at the entire time.
“She’s gorgeous,” he says. He watches Winnie in his peripheral, her blinking is rapid for a moment and she forces the smile to stay on her face. Was she jealous?
“Great. Ask her out,” Chad says.
“No, I can’t,” Ethan chuckles nervously, glancing at Winnie momentarily. She’s now on her phone, clicking on the Instagram logo without a care for what was happening between the boys.
“Ask her out! Ask her out!” Chad chants. He looks at Winnie, “Tell him, Win.”
“What?” she says, angling her phone at her chest and looking up at them.
“You gotta have confidence,” Chad says, emphasizing the last word. He backs up to look at Ethan, “Plus, look at you, man! You’re a snack! Practically an entire meal all on your own.”
“Really?”
“Yeah! You’re Ethan Landry,” Chad says, leaning an arm on Ethan. He turns to the girl, calling out to her. Ethan whispers Chad’s name, trying to stop him, but there’s no point. “My friend here, he’s a snack, right?”
She shrugs, her face not showing any sign of interest. She turns back to her friends who shake her head and laugh with her. Chad laughs at the girl’s reaction a little.
“What did that mean?” Ethan asks.
“No, it’s good. It’s good,” Chad says.
“What?”
“It’s not bad. There’s room for improvement!” Chad says.
“Well I think you’re a snack,” Winnie says, bumping Ethan with her arm. He looks down at her with a smile, but his next words are lost when he sees her lips wrapped around another sucker. It’s red, matching her costume, and her lipstick is staining the base of the stick. She licks the candy, bringing it back into her mouth.
“Thank you,” he breathes out, responding to the wide-eyed girl.
“Hey, big guy, you’re needed,” Anika says, popping around the corner to look at Chad. Chad pats Ethan’s chest, following Anika away from where they were.
“Come on,” Winnie says, taking Ethan’s hand into her own. She follows Chad, keeping a small distance between them. They settle in a doorway, watching Chad confront a guy on the staircase with Tara. Winnie puts herself close to Ethan, her back against his front. She looks up at him, popping the lollipop out of her mouth. Before she can say anything Chad drags the guy down from the staircase. Winnie gasps and Ethan wraps his arm around her, pulling her backwards as he steps out of the way.
The two boys push each other back and forth, shouting at one another. Their shouting ceases when Sam makes her way into the room, putting herself between them.
“Sorry to interrupt. I’m just gonna tase you in the balls real quick,” she says, putting the taser exactly where she said she would. The crowd all gasps or grimaces, shocked by the scene in front of them. “Don’t ever lay hands on my sister.”
“Sam. Are you fucking kidding me? You’re stalking me now?” Tara says, approaching Sam. She shakes her head and walks off, pushing through the crowd. Sam follows behind her sister, and the rest of the group scrambles behind them.
“Wait,” Winnie says, grabbing Ethan’s arm. He slows down, falling behind the group with her. She pulls the hat that, in the haze of chasing after the arguing sisters, Anika gave to her off of her head. She tiptoes, messily placing on top of Ethan’s curls. “I really like you.”
“I like you too,” he says. She giggles at his words, looking down at her feet. She looks back up at him with her big, brown eyes.
“I’ve just been having a lot of fun with you since I transferred here and--”
“Hey!” The two look over at the voice, a girl throwing a drink at Sam. “Murderer!”
The two groups get into a small argument, but naturally fades with the growing distance. Chad, Mindy, Anika, and Tara walk off. Sam stays where she is, fixing her top. Winnie wraps her arms around Ethan’s, sticking close to him after the outburst.
“Hey, I have tissues if you want tissues,” Ethan says as he approaches Sam. He pulls them out of his pocket, counting the pieces of soft paper. “I have, like, three tissues.”
Winnie giggles, but Sam seems less than amused.
“You are aggressive,” Ethan laughs. Winnie rips the final piece of duct tape off of his sweater and giggles.
“I’m just trying to be helpful,” she says. Somebody pounds at the door heavily and the two look over, as if they can see through it to the culprit.
“You two better not be fucking in there,” Quinn shouts. The two let out hushed laughter, being quiet to worry the girl. “If you two are having sex on my bed I will throw up.”
“One second!” Winnie shouts. She rushes over to her discarded purse, grabbing her lipstick out and motioning for Ethan to lean down.
“What are you--” he whispers, but then the pigment is being rubbed on his lips. She grabs a tissue from Quinn’s nightstand, rubbing the red around his lips to smudge it and doing the same to herself.
“Are you guys actually having sex on my bed?” Quinn exclaims, her voice a little higher now. The doorknob rattles as Winnie looks over her work on Ethan’s lips. She perks up as an idea comes to mind.
“May I, uh,” she pauses, trying to find a nicer way to ask, “Can I kiss your neck?”
Ethan’s eyes widen, taken aback by the question. He quickly forces a calm demeanor that isn’t fooling anyone, nodding and leaning his head to the side. The girl presses messy and quick kisses to his neck, leaving a mix of smudges and clear kiss marks.
She discards the messy lipstick tissue into her bag and grabs his hand, leading him out the door. Quinn’s eyes widen as she looks between the two. Her mouth falls open a little and she stutters, mouth opening and closing.
“Chad, your friends had sex in my bed!” Quinn exclaims, marching over to the living room. Winnie and Ethan follow behind closely, earning widened eyes from Mindy and Anika. Winnie shakes her head and rolls her eyes to signal it was fake, and the other girls nod, but continue to play along. The three continue through the house, making their way to Tara’s room. “You two better tell your frien-- Oh,” Quinn says, surprised when she sees the proximity of Tara and Chad. Winnie and Ethan widen their eyes, then smile at each other. “Did I cock-block you?”
“What did you just say?” Tara asks.
“I cock-blocked you,” Quinn says.
“No,” Chad says, still not looking at the doorway.
“I cock-blocked you, didn’t I?” Quinn asks.
“Immediate no.”
“Please stop saying the word cock,” Chad says, finally looking up. He quickly looks away from Quinn, his gaze falling on Winnie and Ethan. Their fingers are still intertwined, both of them covered in red lipstick. Winnie shakes her head, but Chad ignores it. He says a quick goodbye to Tara, walking out and towards the pair. Winnie squeals, pulling Ethan to run across the home. They make it to the living room and Winnie puts Ethan behind her.
“Chad it’s a joke,” she says, “No killing my friend, please.”
“I’ll kill him if I want--”
“Murder has struck two students from Blackmore University…”
The announcement grasps the attention of everyone in the room. All five teens perk up, looking at the TV. Mindy and Anika scramble for the remote, while the other three stand there for a second, too in shock to react.
“Go get Sam,” Winnie says. She looks up at Chad, “Sam! Now! Go!”
“Right, yeah,” Chad says, walking towards the door.
“Tara!” Winnie calls, making her way over and swinging the door open.
“What?” Tara asks, looking up from her phone with faux-annoyance. She observes the fear on her friend’s face, and the playful negativity wipes away, worry taking its place. “What?”
“News,” Winnie says. Tara immediately shoots up, both making their way to the living room. They watch the announcement in horror, Sam joining the group at some point.
“Jason Carvey and Greg Bruckner.”
“Holy shit, that’s that chode from our Film Studies class! The one obsessed with Argento,” Mindy says. Winnie sighs, squeezing Ethan’s hand tighter for a second.
“...various Ghostface costumes, a character popularized by the Stab movie franchise.”
The group falls quiet for a moment, all looking at one another when the familiar name is mentioned.
“No,” Winnie cries quietly, trying to push herself further against Ethan.
“Pack a bag. We leave in ten,” Sam says. A small argument ensues between the sisters as Chad kicks out ‘cute guy.’
“Are you okay?” Ethan asks quietly. She turns around in his lap, her legs now on the side of him. She twists her body the rest of the way to face him. That’s when he sees the tears slowly rolling down her cheeks, dragging some of the black mascara down with it. Her lip quivers for a second and Ethan feels lost for a second, unsure of what to do.
“I can’t do this again,” she whispers, shaking her head. Ethan nods, pulling her into a hug -- the only thing he really can do. Mindy shoots him a suspicious glare, but doesn’t interfere with the moment. She cries into him for a minute, pulling away to wipe at her tears as she steadies her breathing.
“You three, back me up here,” Sam says, looking at the other ex-Woodsboro residents.
“It is a little bit…” Chad starts.
“Close to home,” Mindy finishes.
“Yeah, Tara,” Winnie shakes her head.
“That doesn’t count, Winnie thought the maintenance man was gonna kill her the other day,” Tara says.
“Chad and Mindy still agree that this is not a coincidence, Tara,” Sam says. Tara turns to Quinn, asking for help from her dad. She gets on her phone immediately, announcing that she’s calling him. Simultaneously, Sam’s phone begins ringing from the table. Everyone jumps a little, and Winnie hides herself in Ethan’s neck.
“Who is it?” Tara asks. Sam doesn’t answer her question, instead hitting the decline button.
“Why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?” Ethan asks.
“You gotta keep up, my dude,” Anika says, “If Pooh bear can read the situation, you should be able to too.”
Winnie pulls away from him, “Can you walk me home? I don’t want to go alone.”
“Yeah,” Ethan nods, “Let’s go.”
The two gather their belongings and say their goodbyes. Chad and Mindy watch them carefully as they leave, peering out the window until they’re no longer in sight. Once they’ve created some distance between them and the building, Winnie reaches for Ethan’s hand.
“I’m really scared, Ethan,” she admits.
“I know.”
“I can’t go through this again. I barely survived the first time. I can’t… I can’t.” Her final words are said through a sob, the emotion shaking her entire body. She stops where she’s standing, hiding her face behind one arm. Ethan does the only thing he can, again, and pulls her into him.
“Hey, listen to me,” he says, squeezing her body close to his. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”
“You don’t get it Ethan,” she says, crying harder, “It doesn’t matter that you say that! If Ghostface wants to kill me they will. They won’t stop till-- Till they’re dead or till they win.”
“Look at me,” Ethan says. He puts some space between their bodies, but keeps his hold on her arms. She looks at him through her tear-filled eyes. He holds her gaze for a moment, the quiet blanketing the moment. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”
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POISON
amber freeman x reader based on this request.
summary: the only one that can have you is amber.
rating: mature so minors DNI. beneath the cut there is unhealthy relationship dynamics, possessive behavior, and jealousy-fueled murder.
word count: 1,188 words
© caarpenters 2023
Wes Hicks vexed Amber Freeman more than she cared to admit. Not because of his borderline concerning level of paranoia. Not because of his deep-seated motherly issues. Not because of his horridly box-dyed blonde hair. Not even because of his deep attachment to her friend, Tara Carpenter. No, her vexation toward Wes could be traced back to one thing and one thing only: you, Y/N L/N. As of late, Wes had grown close to you, too close. He trailed after you like a dog with a bone, happily taking any scrap of attention you threw his way. For a time, his antics had been annoying, nothing more. Eventually, though, you began to inadvertently entertain those antics, to entertain him under the belief that he treated you the same way he did the rest of your friend group. You seemingly did not notice that the only friend he walked to and from class was you. You did not notice how whenever he stole a hug, he lingered just a moment too long, soaking in your warmth and taking in your all too sweet smell through his nostrils. Amber noticed, though. She noticed it all, and it sparked an anger within her that she had not known herself capable of.
Because you were hers. You had always been hers. Her friend, her steadying force, her person. You were the first person she had met when her family moved to Woodsboro all those years ago. She had been out playing in her yard, messing around with her collection of Chucky dolls, when you had ridden up on your rickety old bike and offered her the brightest smile she had ever seen, a smile that had rivaled the sun in intensity. You had asked to play with her Tiffany doll, the bride of Chucky, and that alone had been enough for her to know in her bones that you two were well-suited. Most children your age had frowned upon the dolls, deeming them creepy, but not you. You adored them, treating them with as much care as Barbie dolls or action figures were treated.
From that day, you and Amber had been thick as thieves, being one half of the other, which was why she could not tolerate Wes trying to weasel his way between the two of you. How would she handle him? Well, a more sane person would have likely come off with a lie, would have spread gossip meant to sully his name and ruin your perception of him. You were so good, though, so forgiving, so mere gossip would not be enough. Perhaps that was why when Richie Kirsch proposed a dark, blood-bathed plan to recreate the 1990s Woodsboro killings, she agreed without hesitation or regret. If pushed for her motive, she would without a doubt chalk it up to her love of the Stab franchise. She knew it is not that simple, though, for when Richie proposed his list of victims, she wasted no time in adding Wes to the list. C'mon, Richie. It'll add shock value. He's the son of a legacy character, after all, she had pointed out, even though Judy Hicks could hardly be considered as such. She had, in Amber's opinion, contributed little, the same way that her son had. Richie had thought her important, though, for he had agreed and added him to the list of victims.
That was why now, Amber waited outside of the Hicks residence, donning the typical Ghostface costume. The black material of the robe felt hot against her skin, itchy, but the knife felt right in her hand, its hold so comfortable that it felt as though it was made for her. From the shadows of the porch, she waited, anticipation strumming wildly through her veins. Richie was on the phone now, no doubt, luring Judy back to the house. She could put up a fight, could try her best to preserve her son’s life force, but her efforts would be for naught; her son had sealed his own fate when he had tried to take you, to steal you from Amber. Did he really think that she would sit idly by and let it happen? No, it was not in her nature to do so. To take such a profound loss sitting down was weak, and she was not weak, not when it came to you.
When Judy pulled into the driveway and ran up to the front door, her face a storm of fear, Amber jumped out, emerging from the shadows like a harbinger of death. And oh, what a perfect harbinger she was, for she mercilessly stabbed Judy, delivering upon her one devastating slash after the other. It was a wonder that she had ever become the sheriff of Woodsboro, because she went down easy, so easy.
Her son went down even easier.
After slaying Judy, Amber left her lying there in a river of her own blood to be found. That was exactly what Wes did, for as if sensing something was amiss, he pulled open the front door of the house and was met by a most horrid sight: the lifeless, cut-up body of the woman who had given him life, who had cared for him when no one else had. Unbidden, a grief-stricken cry tore its way out of his throat as he threw the door closed, trying to prevent the killer from getting in. Little did he know that Amber was already in the house, watching him, waiting. He leant against the doorframe, wheezing from a mixture of pain and fear. “Oh, God. Oh, God,” became a litany, the only words he seemed capable of . . . until Amber came out, her knife poised, aiming for his neck. In an act of pure desperation, his hands flew out, catching hold of the knife before it could make contact with his neck. “Fuck you,” he gasped as they struggled, fighting for control of the knife. He was distressed, willing to do whatever it took to survive, but she – she was incensed, rage incarnate. Months of pent-up vexation and jealousy came out, giving her the strength to win, to gain back control. This saw the knife plunging into his neck, immediately stealing away his breath and drawing out his scarlet blood. “No, fuck you,” she snapped, her tones cold as ice. The voice, it was her own, not that of Ghostface. “Now, die like the pussy you are.”
And he did . . . It was oh so satisfying to Amber.
Wes’ death seemed to hit you hard, to cause great pain to overcome you, which was why Amber stayed loyally by your side, doing everything she could to ensure that you were okay, that her actions did not break you. Little did she know that you took notice whenever she snuck away, believing herself to be discreet. You knew what she had done, but could not bring yourself to care all that much. Wes held no true place in your heart, after all, not the way that she did. And, perhaps, deep down, you knew that his murder, unlike the others, had been personal . . .
i HC amber as a child's play stan. idk why, it just makes sense, so here's a bonus fact: one year, for halloween, y/n and amber wear matching chucky and tiffany costumes. you can decide who wears which.
ALSO i know richie killed wes, but i changed it for the sake of this one-shot.
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Come Inside - Chad Meeks-Martin
Chad Meeks-Martin x Fem!AFAB!Reader
hi guys. this is the fic that was giving me a massive amount of brain rot today!!! i dreamt this (yeah im lucky i know thank you) and havent been able to stop thinking about it since <3 shout out to tatianna (@castieltrash1) for reading it and doing some editing for me, she is the loml and u all need to follow her NEOW! (in fact, she has a charlie from scream 4 fic in the works and its DELICIOUS.) anyways hope u all enjoy this :3
WORD COUNT: 5384 (I KNOW TRUST ME)
WARNINGS: nsfw, first time sex, dub-con except not really?, chad begs to fuck the reader, male manipulator core, 'just the tip' turns into the full thing, unprotected sex, oral (afab and amab recieving,) dirty talk, praise, slight body worship, slight corruption, slight convincing so again, dub con to be safe, high/drunk sex, reader is more high than chad but neither are drunk but they drank if that makes sense, friends to lovers, im just in love with him you guys! reader wears a dress, chad calls reader good girl and pretty girl. actually proofread bc tati is a saving grace angel lady. <3
You feel him before you hear him. You’re at the bar, nursing your first drink of the night, trying to ignore the dull thud the music was giving you when suddenly there’s a large hand placed on the small of your back. “Can I get another beer?” Chad asks the bartender and you feel yourself relax at the sound of his voice, goosebumps rising on the exposed flesh of your arms as his thumb absentmindedly runs up and down. “Hey.” He tilts his head at you a bit. “Nice earrings.”
“Hi. I could say the same to you.” You look up at him and grin, matching his own wide and easy smile. Chad’s standing right beside you, toned body pressed against yours and you don’t know if it’s on purpose or just due to the crowd. “You having fun?” you ask as the bartender hands him the beer bottle. Chad takes a sip from it, looking down at you, grinning against the glass when he notices you watching the way his lips curve against the opening.
It was no secret in the group that you had a crush on Chad. It was hard not to have one on him; he was kind, funny, handsome as hell, and he always seemed to know just the right thing to say. “Now I am,” he teases and you roll your eyes, turning away from him to hide your grin. Just like that. “I’m getting fuckin’ bored though. Too many people. How about you? You find any lucky guys, Y/N?”
“Lucky guys?”
“You know, to take home?” He wiggles his eyebrows for added effect when you look back up at him. “I’m trying to ask if you’re gonna fuck someone tonight.” You nearly choke on your drink and he laughs, deep in his chest, and his hand which was still on your back begins to rub soothing circles. His hands are rough and calloused from his time playing football and they’re so big, with long thick fingers, and suddenly you’re shaking your head in an attempt to get the image of him using them on you, wherever he sees fit, out of your mind. “I take that as a no, then?”
You snort, shaking your head. “Yeah, no, not fucking anyone tonight,” you say, taking another sip of your drink and sighing. “And now my drink’s empty, the music here is too god damn loud, and you’re right, there’s too many fucking people here!” Shaking your head, you dig into the small clutch you had with you, fishing out a few dollar bills and placing them on the bar counter. “I think I’m gonna head out.”
“Can I walk you home?” Chad asks, finally removing his hand from your back as you slide out of the bar stool. Your eyebrows narrow in confusion. You had one drink, were the furthest from being drunk you had been in your entire college career, in fact, and you only lived five minutes down the road. “C’mon,” he says, shrugging his broad shoulders and flashing you that fucking smile that always made your knees weak. “It’s late, I just wanna make sure you get home alright.”
You pretend to think on it, letting out a small ‘hmm’ noise as you tap a finger to your chin. “Fine, but you have to come inside and sober up a bit before you leave.” Chad’s smile doesn’t go away at your request. In fact, it seems to grow. He takes out his wallet and places a few bills beside yours, grabbing the bartender's attention and letting them know you both had paid off your tabs before holding his arm out for you to grab. You do so with a shy smile, trying to ignore the feeling of him under your fingertips, or how close you were to him, or how he kept looking down at you with a smile, or even how his eyes kept darting to your lips. Everything he did seemed to be a deliberate attempt to get you worked up and it always fucking worked.
He leads you out of the club with ease and before you know it you’re out on the New York street. “Which way?” he asks and you nod to the right, following beside him at a slow pace. It was a nice night, a cool breeze helping to offset the hot air that had permeated the city during the day, and the lights and noises of the city still awake helped set you at ease. “You really weren’t having fun in there, were you?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Because we got out here and you relaxed like you had just gotten out of a fight or flight situation.” He laughs and you smile at the sound. Chad was always grinning, always smiling, but he had been through some tough shit. You used to wonder how he was able to keep this positive attitude but then decided to let it go and try not to dwell on it too much.
“It was just… too much, you know? Lots of people, lights, that music-”
“I just think you’re old.” You elbow him in the side and he grins. “You are! You sound like my mom.” Chad sniffles and places his free hand on his back, slowing down to an almost complete stop, speaking with a crotchety old-lady voice. “Back in my day, we went to the sock hop! We were pulled by a horse and buggy, not these cars! Your music is too loud, Chady-kins, turn it down!”
You both fall into a fit of laughter, picking back up the original pace you had set. “Chady-kins? Oh, I’m so stealing that.” He shakes his head at you and you giggle, leaning further into his grip. “I mean it! And I’m telling your mom you called her old.”
You stop walking, finally outside of your apartment building. “Too far,” he says, his smile dropping ever so slightly when you let go of his arm in favor of typing in your door code. “Am I still invited in?” he asks and you look over at him. He’s leaning against the old brick building, the lights of the restaurant across the street bouncing off of his skin and his smile and his eyes and you’re nodding, face burning hot. “Yeah?” His voice is deeper than it was just a moment before and it makes you swallow heavily.
All you can do is nod.
“Good. M’glad. You know I’m not drunk though, right?” he says as you two walk into your apartment building. He lets you go first, leading the way, but you can feel his eyes on your ass each time you move. You not-so-subtly sway your hips as you walk and you swear you hear him suck in a breath. “Only had a beer and a half before we left, so, no real need to sober up.”
“I’m not drunk either. You can still hang out for a bit, though, if you want?” He hums in agreement and then you’re at your apartment, digging through your purse for your keys. “It’s a little messy in here,” you say sheepishly as you open the door, revealing the mess you had left behind in your attempt at getting ready to go out. Chad just laughs, kicking his shoes off at the door and locking it behind him. “I couldn’t figure out what to wear.”
Your heels are finally off and you hurry around, picking up the pile of clothes you had left on your bed and floor, shoving them in your closet and hamper. “Well I’d say you landed on something good,” Chad says from the kitchen, his voice muffled as he bends down and peers into your fridge. “Because you look fucking hot.” You squeak out a thank you and busy yourself at your desk, fixing up the few items you had left out and trying to ignore the butterflies in your stomach.
“What are you doing?” you ask, poking your head over and seeing Chad in the living room. He turns around and holds up the ashtray you had left on your coffee table, an unsmoked blunt still on it. “You wanna smoke?” you ask and he nods. “Go ahead. You want something to drink?”
“Water’s fine. You’re not gonna smoke with me?”
“I don’t know,” you say, passing by him as you head into the kitchen to grab two water bottles for the both of you. “I get sorta… weird when I smoke.”
“Weird? Weird how?” Chad asks and you hear the sound of your lighter sparking as he sits back on your small couch with a groan. “Do you, like, talk about conspiracies or some shit? Because I’ve smoked with Mindy before and it’s either that or her talking about whatever girl she’s in love with that day.” You chuckle, face heating up as you turn around and see him on the couch. He’s sitting with his legs spread and you realize instantly how well-fitted his jeans are, tight around his thighs. His head is back on the couch looking up, eyes closed as he takes another hit. Smoke plumes around him in a lazy rolling fog.
You nudge him with the bottle and he takes it with a thank you. Sitting down beside him, you tuck your legs up, knees pressed against his thigh. God, his thigh. You look away from them, opening up your own bottle of water and taking a few slow sips, the image of you riding his thigh, his hands on your hips, building in your mind.
“So? How weird is weird?” Chad questions, holding the blunt out to you. You consider it for a second, eyes flicking between it and his face which was turned towards you. You couldn’t tell Chad that the ‘weird’ you got was different from what he was imagining. You didn’t spout off conspiracies about the government, or get paranoid. You got horny, and being around him would only make that ‘weirdness’ worse. The days alone when you would smoke, you’d find yourself in bed, hand between your legs, moaning his name. “C’mon.”
It’s all the encouragement you need and you pluck it from his fingers and settle back into the faux leather of your couch. “There you go,” he says, taking the time to let his eyes drag down your body while you’re taking a hit.
The dress you wore fit you great, tight against your body, the color complimenting your skin tone. He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of you since he saw you tonight from across the bar, nursing his drink for ten minutes before Mindy had shoved him towards you, telling him that if he didn’t make a move on you she would on his behalf. And now here he was, smoking with you, so close on the couch that he could practically feel your pulse under his skin. He wanted you so badly and everything that came with it, the good and the bad.
The two of you pass the blunt back and forth a few times, talking about nothing in between, but you were being affected far more than Chad was. “Are you even inhaling?” you ask with a giggle, passing it back to Chad. He rolls his eyes, taking a large hit in order to prove that he was. “Alright, alright. Show off,” you mutter, blinking heavily. “How come it’s hitting me harder than you?” you whine, shaking your head when he offers the blunt back to you. “I can barely even think straight. M’all… fuzzy.”
“I’m cooler than you, duh,” Chad says with ease, taking a hit and waiting for your laughter to die down before blowing the smoke into your face. You let him, blinking, pupils wide. He thinks you look pretty normally, but he thinks you look beautiful like this. He leans over and places the roach onto the ashtray, sighing as he leans back, his left hand resting on your thigh. You swallow heavily, your vision fuzzy. Your dress had ridden up quite a bit now and his hand was so warm against your flesh. He’s looking at you with such an intense look it has you squirming, face hot when he laughs at you. “I wanna kiss you.”
You blink, sure you misheard him. “What?”
“I wanna kiss you. Like,” he laughs, shaking his head slightly. His brown eyes seemed to sparkle in the lamplight, the whites of his eyes red, pupils blown out. “So fucking bad.” His other hand, the one that had been resting on his thigh, comes up and he places it on your cheek. His thumb runs along your cheek, catching the corner of your mouth. His touch is gentle but everything is so intense still, your skin feeling like it’s on fire, burning against his own. “Can I? Please?”
You nod, closing your eyes when he grins and leans in. The kiss is slow, each movement of his lips done with a purpose. His hand drags from your cheek to the base of your neck, pushing you into his kiss, his touch, just a bit more. You follow his lead with ease, mind too hazy to try and take over.
He pulls away for a moment to catch his breath, staring into your eyes. “Fuck,” he mutters and he’s kissing you again, harder this time, sloppy. His tongue is slipping inside your mouth and you let out a soft moan, his hand on your thigh dragging upwards, pushing past the fabric. “So fucking hot,” He mutters against your lips, and then you can feel the top of his fingers brush against your underwear, right over your hips, and you’re pushing his hand away gently. “What? You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m… I’m okay.” He’s still looking at you, hands dropping to his sides, and he looks worried. You can tell he’s wracking his brain for what he did, if he had gone too far somehow. “I’m a virgin.” You blurt it out and squeeze your eyes shut, embarrassed. When you had felt his fingers up your skirt it had hit you that if it continued he’d be touching you, that you want him to touch you, but that you weren’t sure if he’d want to.
“So?” Your eyes pop open. Chad is staring at you with a kind smile, dimple evident on his cheek, and you feel your face heat up. “I mean, I’m okay with it if you are, you know?” His hand’s on your leg again, fingers dragging up and down your thigh slowly. “Are you nervous about it?”
“I didn’t know if you’d be alright with it.”
“Well, I am. Besides, wouldn’t it be good to lose it to me?”
“What do you mean?”
Chad’s smile grows and he leans in, lips close to yours. You close your eyes, waiting for him to kiss you. “You know me, right?” You hum. You want him to kiss you again. “You trust me too, right?” Another hum and this time you're leaning in a little bit, a whine stuck in your throat when he pulls away. “Then you should know that I’d make you feel good. I’d take my time when I touch you,” His hand is up your dress again and your body jerks involuntarily into his touch. “That I’d take good care of you and your virgin pussy.”
He brushes his fingers up your inner thigh and your legs spread instantly, giving him room. He grins at the sight of you, eyes closed, disheveled, breathing hard, legs spread and hand gripping his forearm. “Please?” you ask and then he’s kissing you, finally, and his fingers are brushing against your clothed clit. You keen into his touch, whining into his lips, but he doesn’t stop.
His fingers begin to rub slow circles against you, a good amount of pressure, and it feels so different from when you touch yourself thinking of him. Maybe it’s the weed, maybe it’s the fact that this is happening, but everything is almost too much. You’re surrounded by him in every way possible, his very being filling your own body, replacing your own needs. All you want is for him to feel good, for him to moan, for him to gasp at each press of your hand against him, for him to be begging for more without even realizing he’s doing it.
You want to make him feel as good as he’s making you feel.
“More?” Chad asks, parroting your own words back to you with a smile, taking his lips away from your own, his fingers speeding up. His nose is brushing against your neck before he’s kissing it, biting down against your pulse gently, soothing it with his tongue. “Bet you’re close aren’t you, Y/N?” His voice is right there in your ear, breath hot against your skin, but you can barely focus on that. “C’mon, be good for me and cum, okay? Please? Fuck, need you to cum so bad, baby.”
“Gonna-” Is all you get out before he’s biting down onto your neck again and pressing down hard onto your clit and then you’re cumming, nails digging into his arm, a moan stuck in your throat. “F-fuck, Chad, shit!” His fingers don’t slow down for a second but he’s moving off of you, pushing your dress up your body and pulling your underwear down in one fell swoop.
He shoves your legs apart and you take a second to catch your breath, looking down at him as he slides down the length of the couch. His eyes are glued to your pussy, fingers swiping through your folds and popping them into his mouth with a groan. “Taste so fucking good, so sweet,” he says, prodding at your hole with his middle finger, looking up at you. “Can I taste you?”
You nod, heart hammering out of your chest, and watch as he leans in, breathing in deep, eyes fluttering closed. As his tongue flicks over your clit he pushes his finger inside you slowly, just to the first knuckle, and your hip bucks at the intrusion, forcing his thick finger deeper inside you.
“Relax, it’s okay,” he soothes, watching your eyes squeeze at the feeling. His fingers were thick, stretching you out with just one, and his tongue kept moving, swirling around your clit and sending shockwaves up your body. You try to focus on relaxing your body and when he feels you do so he pushes his finger in all the way. “There you go, good girl,” he coos, spitting onto his finger as he begins to pump it inside you.
Chad is moving slowly, finger pumping in and out at a snail's pace, tongue moving even slower somehow. It almost hurts how slow he’s going and you know it’s to prepare you, to make you want him more than you already did. He wanted you drunk on his touch. “Faster,” you gasp and you can feel him laugh against you. “More, please, Chad?” You feel another finger press at your hole and you could cry, your body begging for more.
The stretch is only a little painful, his tongue helping to soothe the ache. You can feel the knot in your stomach growing with each quickening pump of his finger, each swirl of his tongue, and you swear you see stars when he scissors his fingers inside you. One of your hands grabs onto his head, pulling his head in closer to your cunt, hips rocking up to meet his fingers and tongue, grinding against him.
You cum without warning, your cry caught in your throat when he pushes in a third finger. It was too much. Your brain was still fuzzy from smoking and everything he was doing to you was heightened. You could feel every taste bud on his tongue as he flicked it against your clit, every groove in his fingers as they pumped inside you.
“Ok, ok, too much,” you get out and he stops, finally pulling away from you. His fingers are coated in your cum and you watch through heavy-lidded eyes as he sucks on one of his fingers, groaning at the taste of you, before holding his other two fingers out for you. They press against your lips and your mouth parts, tongue sticking out, and you wrap your lips around them as he pushes them inside.
“Don’t you taste good?” he asks with a grin, leaning over you, his free hand resting on the arm of the couch beside your head. You hum, swirling your tongue around his digits. Your hands begin to fiddle with his belt, tugging at it, and he grins. “Wanna suck my cock, that it?” You nod, his fingers still inside your mouth, pressing down on your tongue. “Yeah, I bet you do. Bet you’ve thought all about my cock inside your pretty mouth haven’t you? Fuck, you’re so pretty, you know that?”
You grin, running your hand down his face, mimicking what he had done to you earlier, thumb brushing against the corner of his lips.“You’re pretty,” you say, compliment muffled by his fingers in your mouth, and he gives you a soft laugh, his head falling to hide his grin. He finally pulls his fingers out of your mouth, a small string of saliva connecting them to your lips. “Wanna touch you,” you whine, going back to working on his belt.
“Whatever you want, baby,” he says, leaning back and shoving his jeans down. He leans backward on the couch, jeans tossed onto the floor, his cock straining against his underwear. You’re practically salivating by the time you are leaning over him, placing soft kisses over the fabric of his underwear, looking up at him through your lashes. “Hey, I didn’t tease you,” he says with a sigh, eyelids heavy with lust at the feeling. He had been hard since he kissed you and the taste of you was still lingering on his tongue and he swears it‘s fucking him up more than the weed did.
You finally tug at his underwear, pulling them down just enough to pull his cock out. He grabs your wrist, turning your hand palm up and spitting in it, giving you a wink before leaning back, arms behind his head as he enjoys the show. “I’ve never…” you say, suddenly nervous. It was clear to you that Chad had experience in this regard with how easily he had made you cum and you were beginning to worry that you were in over your head, too nervous and inexperienced and high to make sure you did alright.
“That’s alright,” he says, giving you a soft smile, one that instantly quells your anxiety. “Just take your time with it, okay? There’s plenty of time for me to teach you, okay, pretty girl?” You nod, wrapping your spit-slick hand around his cock and he hisses, head tilting back as you begin to stroke him. You start off slow, tightening your grip at the base of his cock and loosening it when you get to the top, swiping your thumb over the tip. “Fu-uck,” he says, tripping over his words with a laugh and a thick swallow. “You sure you’ve never done this before? Feels fucking amazing, Y/N.”
Leaning down, you keep your eyes on him as you lick over the tip of his cock, collecting the bead of precum there and swallowing it. He groans and you can feel him throb under your hand. You flatten your tongue and lick from the base of his cock up to the tip, following the prominent vein he had, and his hips buck at the feeling. This is exactly how you wanted him; his eyebrows scrunched together, eyes struggling to stay open at the feeling of you, him fucking into your fist with an eagerness he couldn’t control. You were making him feel good and fuck, it went straight to your cunt.
You don’t try to take all of him in your mouth. It was like he said; there would be plenty of time for him to train your throat, just like he had always dreamt of. You keep your hand on him, moving at the same pace, and you take the tip of his cock in your mouth, swallowing around it. He was big, bigger than any toy you had used before at the very least, and when you take him a bit further down he bucks his hips, plunging his cock down your throat. You gag and pull off of him and he’s apologizing.
“Sh-shit, sorry! Sorry, Y/N, just, fuck, your throat felt so good, couldn’t help it. C’mere.” He pulls you in for a kiss and you know he’s sorry but even if he wasn’t you wouldn’t care. It hits you then, while his tongue is down your throat and his hand is cupping your cheek, that you’d let him do anything to you and that you’d thank him for it. “Can I fuck you?” he asks, pulling away from your lips and resting his forehead on yours.
“I don’t know…” you start, chewing on your bottom lip. “You’re big… it’s gonna hurt.”
“How about just the tip, then? If you want more we’ll keep going, if not, that’s fine.” You ponder the offer for a second. He told you he’d take care of you, that he’d take his time, make sure it felt good for you. “Don’t you trust me, baby?” You do trust him. You know him, just like he said. You nod and he smiles. “Good girl. Okay, let's go to the bed, yeah? I’ll get you out of this sexy fucking dress and I’ll make sure you feel good, alright baby?”
He helps you stand and keeps kissing you, unzipping your dress as he moves you through the apartment, pulling your straps down. The dress is pulled off of you a second before your knees hit the back of the bed and you’re both falling onto it, giggling. “Hi,” you say, hands on his shoulders. He grins.
“Hi.” Chad stands, pulling his shirt off and tugging his underwear off, tossing both somewhere behind him. You both take a moment to stare at the other, nervous giggles leaving your lips. You had dreamt of this moment dozens of times before, had cum to it just as often, and now it was happening and it was somehow better than what you had ever thought up. “Look at you,” he says, hands dragging up your legs to your chest and back down again. He’s slotted in between your legs and you whine, wrapping one leg around him and pulling him in closer. “Use your words.”
It’s the first time he was really telling you to do something and you swallow heavily. “Please, Chad, can you?”
“Can I what?”
“Can you fuck me? Please? I want you to take my virginity so badly, I need it, please? I’ve thought about it so much, wanted it for so long.” You’re whining now, begging, and you swear you can feel the tears begin to fill your eyes. He’s smiling down at you and his eyes are so dark you’re not sure how much of his iris is left. Your legs spread for him when he nods and you watch with bated breath as he grabs ahold of his cock, spitting on it, before swiping up your slit.
He groans at the feeling. “So wet, baby. Bet your pussy will let me just slide right in.” He pushes the head of his cock in slowly and you gasp, tears filling your eyes at the stretch. It felt good but it hurt and you can feel him rocking his hips ever so slightly, pulling out and pushing back in, never going too far inside you. His hands are on your thighs, digging into your flesh, and you’re overwhelmed again.
The two of you stay like this a moment, the head of his cock pushed inside, your cunt clenching around him desperately. When he leans down over you, resting his forearms beside your head, he pushes in just a bit more and you whimper at the feeling. Chad wipes a stray tear off of your cheek and kisses you, short soft kisses in an effort to distract you from the pain and him from the overwhelming urge to push all the way in.
“Can I move more?” he whispers against your lips and you shake your head a little, too fuzzy to really think about it. “Please?” he whines, nuzzling into your neck. “Don’t I feel good, baby? Doesn’t my cock feel good inside you?”
“It does-”
“It’ll feel even better all the way inside.” His voice sounds so desperate and now he’s rocking his hips further, plunging another inch inside you and you moan because he’s right, it does feel good. The burn and pain of the stretch have gone away, giving way to pleasure. You want more, you want him, you just don’t know how to say it. “Please, baby, fuck. Your cunt feels so good, so fucking tight and wet and fuckin’ perfect for me. Let me fuck you, god, I need it so bad. Don’t you trust me? You know I’ll take care of you, right?”
You nod, babble out some response close to ‘yes, please, more,’ and then he’s pushing all the way inside, hips snapping forwards. You yelp at the intrusion, caught off guard by how full you feel, and then he’s thanking you over and over and over again as he sets a brutal pace. Chad’s weight is fully on you, his arms wrapping around you to pull you even closer to him. He can’t get enough of your skin against his, of the noises you make, of the way your pussy clenches around him and pulls him in closer, milking his cock.
“Thank you, oh fuck, thank you, Y/N. Christ, so tight.” His voice is cracking, raising an octave as he begins to lose himself in the feeling of you around him. The pain of his thrusts is quickly overtaken by the pleasure and you’re moaning, wrapping your legs around his hips, driving him deeper inside you. You both could die happy like this. “So close, fuck, how am I so close already?” He’s talking more to himself than you at this point and that’s okay because you’re too focused on the building pleasure in your gut to care.
The position you’re in has his pelvis grinding against your clit with each thrust and you swear your mind melts just a little bit more each time he fucks into you. “Please, please, please,” you say and you’re not sure what you’re pleading for but all you know is you don’t want him to fucking stop. You’re right there on the edge, can feel it through your entire body, and then Chad is moaning your name loudly and you feel him cum inside you, hips flush against yours.
You cum at the feeling of him filling you and he whines, hips rocking as you pulse around him. He’s sensitive, his head swimming, and the two of you stay like that for a moment, his head in your neck and your arms and legs wrapped around him. “So good,” he finally says, pulling his head back to look at you, his eyebrows stitching together. “You okay? M’sorry, I got carried away, I didn’t even ask-”
“It’s alright,” you say, running your hands up and down his back. You can feel him shiver underneath your touch. “I liked it.”
“Yeah?” he teases, kissing you on the lips a few times, biting down on your bottom lip as he pulls back. “Wanna do it again?”
You gasp as his hips begin to move again, the squelch of your cunt and his cum being fucked back into you filling the room. “Y-you wanna go again? Already?”
He nods, hand snaking down in between you two, pressing against your sensitive clit and grinning when you whine. “If you can handle it.” You nod despite not knowing if you could; he grins. “My good girl, right? Don’t worry, I’ll make sure you cum till you’re stupid. You’ll look so pretty when you’re dumb on my cock, won’t you?”
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𝟏𝟒 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧 | billy loomis x reader
a/n: all i can say is sorry. this is part 2 to 7 minutes in heaven.
💌: @lostgirlsinofgluttony
warnings: drinking, pinv, unprotected sex, breeding kink, language, fingering.
word count: 2684
you guys were sitting around the table again. you tried to regulate your emotions after the occurrence in the closet. you were now seated between billy and randy. the order always, seem to be changing. you were thankful not to have been thrown back into the closet just yet. it was sidney's turn to spin the bottle, the group watched in anticipation of who the bottle would land on.
"oh!" a blush painted sidney's cheeks as she bowed her head, the bottle landed on tatum. "should i spin again?"
"no! that's cheating." stu grinned, pointing his finger accusingly.
"c'mon sid," tatum said extending her hand to sidney as she stood up, a smile playing on her lips.
everyone stood up, following the giggling pair of girls to the closet. sidney looked back to billy for reassurance, billy offered a shrug then a nod, with that sidney smiled and turned back to tatum.
"okay, let's do this."tatum said pulling sidney into the dark closet.
"welp. seven minutes to go. y/n set the timer." randy spoke, you begrudgingly listened walking back to the living room where you were sitting before. you picked up the timer, turning the dial to the seven minute marker. you sat down, which was followed by stu sitting down on your left, and randy on your right, billy was across from you again.
"randy. truth or dare?" stu asked as he threw his arm around you.
"dare," randy answered quickly
"okay loser. i dare you to tell y/n what you did last weekend," stu said, his grin covering most of his face. you turned your head to look at stu, a confused look on your face, wondering what he was talking about.
"are you talking about when we all went skinny dipping?" you asked your head cocking to the right a bit.
"don't worry, doll, randy here will fill you in," stu chuckled you turned your head back to randy now interested in what he did.
"uhm. well you know..uh.." randy stumbled over his words before he looked to billy who was just watching him a maniacal grin on his face. "while you uhm- you were in the water and i stole your panties."
he had rushed his words out, but they weren't too fast you still understood what he had said. your mouth dropped as your eyes squinted before you balled your fist punching him in his shoulder.
"you fucking pervert!" you shouted, you weren't livid, but you were upset, you only had a miniskirt on that day, and after swimming in that cold lake water you could've used your underwear to keep you warm. billy and stu were laughing hard, their hands clutched their stomach as their muscles strained. you watched billy as he laughed, he seemed care free, you had to admit you liked seeing him so nonchalant.
"i'm sorry! i thought it'd be idk.. funny? i'm sorry! really! do you want them back- i can-" randy began before you cut his verbal onslaught short.
"randy. no." you shook your head, reaching for your beer to take another swig. "burn 'em."
"anyways, let's just continue the game shall we?" billy asked, attempting to tame his laughter.
"okay. y/n, i dare you to look at billy," randy said, you looked at billy again your eyes locking with his, you picked up your beer taking a swig of the carmel colored liquor before realizing that wasn't the end of your dare. "and tell him in detail.. what you and stu did in the closet."
before you could control it, your beer spewed through your lips and onto billy, his crotch area becoming soaked with the golden liquid.
"shit! billy i'm so sorry!" your words were rushed as you looked around for something to clean up your mess, you grabbed the hand towel that was on the edge of the coffee table.
rushing around dropping to your knees beside him you swiped the cloth against his pants, a few times getting as much liquid off his jeans as you could. after the first few swipes any swipe after was futile, all the liquid you could get out had been soaked into the cloth of his jeans. however you were determined to make his pants dry as possible but you realized how quiet everyone was, your hand wiped over billy's crotch again, this time you felt his dick throbbing, at full attention. you gasped pulling your hands back.
"i- i-" your eyes shut tight as a blush crept onto your face.
"i think you missed a spot." stu said pointing at the bulge growing in billy's pants, the warmth crept across your cheeks as you anchored yourself using billy's legs to stand up, you made your way back to your seat.
"damn, y/n i didn't know you were such a tease," billy teased biting his lip
"shut it, billy." you quipped, returning to your spot between stu and randy.
"don't be a prude y/n," randy joked, his elbow bumping yours.
"oh, she's no prude, far from it." stu said, his lip pulled between his lip as he stared at you, the gears turning behind his eyes.
"oh really? i'd love to hear about it.. that was your dare wasn't it?" billy chided, you looked at him, collecting your bearings, you smirked at him, leaning forward, you motioned your fingers for him to do the same, you pressed your lips to his ear.
"what happens in the closet, stays in the closet," you whispered before kissing his ear.
"okay enough," stu grimaced, grabbing your hips and tucking you into his side. billy shook his head back and forth.
"she's not yours stu," billy said, almost sounding like a reminder
"well, i beg to differ-" stu said indifferently
"what's that supposed to mean?" billy asked his head tilting slightly
"well it means it's my seed spilling out of her rn and 'not yours'" stu said matter-of-factly, letting his shoulders drop.
"stu-" you said, your tone scolding.
"oops, that was supposed to be our dirty little secret wasn't it? i'm sorry doll." stu said pulling you in closer, as you broke away from him, the timer rang.
"you're such an ass stu," you said making your way to the closet. you turned the lock before knocking on the door.
"hey you guys, times up, are you decent?" you asked stepping back to lean against the wall, sidney came out of the closet first, her once pink lipstick now smudged to the corner of her mouth, her hair a bit frizzy with fly aways.
"uh yeah, we're uh-" sidney said unable to hide her blush, you walked forward, you wiped the lipstick off the corner of her mouth and helped fix her hair as she giggled relentlessly.
"shhh," tatum said straightening up as the boys neared closer, billy made his way toward you and sidney, you offered a awkward half smile as you urged sidney forward into his arms.
"i think the everclear is winning," you whispered to billy who nodded.
"hey babe, you wanna take a nap this round?" billy asked as he lead sidney to one of stu's spare bedrooms. sidney hiccuped, throwing her arms around billy's neck, collapsing her weight on him.
"wake me up after?" sidney questioned as they made their way up the stairs.
"f'course." you heard billy reply, a sigh left your mouth, it felt as if the purpose of this whole get together tonight was to make you feel like a confused whore.
you sat on the couch opposite from your last seat, you made sure to spread out, decreasing the chance of stu sitting next to you again. you really didn't want to deal with him at the moment, you didn't regret anything that transpired, just that maybe he'd learn. it to take everything so far.
"who's spin is it?" tatum asked looking from you to the guys.
"uhm. it's billy's spin," you answered, trying your best to appear unbothered, but tatum picked up on the tension
"seems like the real show was out here, what happened while sid and i were.. busy?" tatum asked again
"oh you have no idea-" randy started before his scentence was cut short, the back of stu's hand net randy's chest, knocking the wind out of him. "wh- fuck. never.. nevermind."
"you guys start without me?" billy said hopping over the back of the couch, landing right next to you, now his hand across the back of the couch, not directly around you.
"how could we start with out you, it's your turn," tatum said
"it is my turn, huh?" billy spoke, turning his head to you. "better wish me luck, right, doll?"
"luck." you said a slight smirk on your lips.
billy grabbed the bottle, placing it on the center of the table, before giving it a spin, he glanced over at you, his white teeth on display, almost knowingly.
stu moved forward in a dramatic motion, his stalky legs knocking into the table, disrupting the spin as it landed on you.
"mmcht, sorry. looks like it doesn't count." stu groaned, shrugging his shoulders in fraudulent pity.
"whaddaya mean?" billy said tilting his head squinting at stu, before unscrewing his face.
"the bottle was disrupted, calls for a re-spin," stu spoke, shrugging callously.
"well we all saw it land on y/n, so i don't think that's necessary." tatum said before glancing at stu irritably
"yeah, that's good enough for me." billy said agreeing with tatum, before throwing a hand out in your direction as he stood up from his place next to you.
you glanced up looking into his eyes, a bit confused if you were honest, you'd zoned out the second it had landed on you. but you took his hand anyway before he led you to the closet. billy opened the door, letting you walk in before he followed. you heard someone turning the lock on the outside before hearing randy's voice, and maybe what sounded like a grunt from stu.
"have fun kids." their footsteps went quiet as they walked back to the living room.
"we don't have to do anything, i mean i already.." you said trailing off, wondering how to phrase your words.
"don't worry about stu, that doesn't bother me." billy said reaching a hand to caress your face, his hands trailing down to the hickeys that were forming in your neck. "he marked you up pretty good, huh?"
your face went hot with embarrassment, billy seemed to get a kick out of it, his grin stretching even deeper before he nodded to himself. billy boxed you in as his lips traced over the fresh marks.
"think i should do the same, doll?" billy asked now kissing your neck, his free hand now reaching around your waist holding you against him, you could feel his smirk against your skin. "let everyone know who you belong to.."
"please, billy," you moaned, a little needier than you would've liked to, but it was much too late for that. you threw a leg around billy's waist, his member pressing against you through your leggings, you bit your lip as you rocked your hips against him.
"aww, doll, i'll take care of it, don't worry." billy said, you leaned forward kissing him, you began tugging at his belt opening the clasp before unbuttoning his jeans. billy grabbed your hands pinning them above your head with one hand, he slid his other hand in your panties, feeling the mixture of your arousal. and stu's cum, your pussy throbbed around him as he slipped two fingers in your entrance curling them. "such a mess f'me, huh?"
"mhm," you moaned nodding your head, you bucked your hips into billy's fingers as you rode them needily, taking everything billy was offering. billy pressed his mouth to yours again, his tongue slipping past your lips as it greeted yours. your brain was foggy with lust as billy curled his fingers against that sweet spot inside you. billy slipped his fingers out of you before bringing them up to his lips to taste it for himself.
"fuck, doll, i really need to be inside you." billy's words were rushed, he let go of your hands before he hooked his fingers in your leggings and panties, pulling them down in one go. "ready to make another mess on my cock?"
"billy.." you whined wrapping your arms around his neck.
billy placed his hands at the back of your legs, signaling for you to jump, you jumped up and billy leaned your weight against the side wall in the closet as he kissed you, he used one of his hands to reach between the both of you, he lined his dick with your soaking folds, he rubbed his dick through your wetness making sure to coat himself in it generously.
"fuck," billy groaned as he sank you down on his cock, filling you to the hilt. "i fucking love the way you feel around me."
his words went strait to your core, you felt yourself clench around him as he began giving you slow deep strokes.
"faster! billy, please," you moaned, your nails scratching at his back, he pressed his lips to yours shutting you up, he reached a hand around your neck, squeezing just enough as he began to fuck you into oblivion.
billy's hips plowed into yours, your mouth hung agape as each stoke billy gave you pushed your poor abused cunt closer to the edge. your walls spasamed around him as your body shook, begging for another release.
"damn, doll." billy pressed his lips to your collar bone, a place that hadn't been marked yet before nibbling and sucking, making sure to leave a mark, his. "i see why stu doesn't wanna share."
billy watched your facial expressions as he built up his pace as fast as he could, your nails dug in his back, surely drawing blood as you held onto him for dear life, your orgasam was approaching fast, billy watched as your eyebrows furrowed as your walls started contracting around him.
"you're close aren't you, doll? hmm?" billy grunted, his grip on your neck still firm as you lined out his name, nodding in response, you were too incoherent to form a sentence. "cum for me doll."
"your s-so deep," you moaned, billy started grinding his strokes, going a bit slower, making sure his pelvis brushed against your clit, the extra stimulation causing you to came all over his cock, you whimpered pulling him closer.
"f-fuck, you like making messes on my cock?" billy groaned, he released his hold on your neck reaching between the both of you, rubbing your clit in fast circles. "make one more for me doll, please?"
"billy s'too much!" you moaned loudly, billy pressed his lips to yours, his hips rolled into yours faster, matching the speed of his thumb. all that could be heard in the closet were sounds of his hips meeting yours, along with the sounds of your arousal.
that familiar feeling started to build in your stomach as your vision went white, you closed your eyes, biting down on billy's lip that was between your teeth, the knot in your stomach broke as you squirted all over billy's length, surely getting all over his jeans.
"that's it- such a messy gir- fuck." billy paused as he came, his body going week temporarily, almost dropping you, his cum spilling inside you, thick ropes coated your walls, your pussy unable to keep all of him inside, you felt him leaking down your thighs. "my messy girl."
neither of you spoke, billy supported your weight against the wall, holding you as you both came down from your highs.
"we- we should y'know." you said, clearing your throat, you weren't sure how much longer you both had together. billy chuckled, whipping his head to get his hair out of his face before smiling at you.
"just a little longer." billy mumbled, stuffing his face in your neck, allowing his cock to soften inside you.
#billy loomis x reader#stu macher x reader#scream x reader#scream 1996#ghostface x reader#sidney prescott x reader#tatum riley x reader#reader insert#scream fic
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🌷˖ ࣪⊹ — ‘A BLOSSOMING ROMANCE?’
pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader
summary: you and ethan have been best friends for years but he’s developed feelings for you, luckily you have too
author’s note: this is my first non-mike fic and i’m nervous for some reason…also i’m switching up the acc just because times have changed and i sort of lost interest in writing for mike so if you love ethan and the rest of scream, take a seat and some popcorn 🍿🎟
you: when r u getting here? i’m soooo bored
e: im walking to the front door rn :)
there was a knock on the door and before any of your friends could get up or even offer to get it, you jumped up and ran. “i’ll get it!” you yelled before unlocking the door. you didn’t bother to look in the eye hole before flinging the door open.
(tbh with all the ghostface incidents you should’ve but it’s just ethan…)
as the door opened, you were met with the cute smiling face of your bestfriend. immediately you jumped into his arms which caught him off guard but was always happy to catch you. “mindy was just ‘bout to start the movie without you!” you exclaimed and pulled him inside.
“dude why are you always so late?” chad asked and crossed his legs on the coffee table. “oh i just had a few errands to run, y’know econ,” ethan brushed off chad’s question and followed you to the couch.
after everyone got comfortable, mindy turned on the movie. only after she gave a quick warning about the movie since she’s already seen it a million times. you scooted closer to ethan and put your head by his chest. it was nothing out of the ordinary for you two since you’ve done it before a hundred times.
you guys had been best friends for years and you were a big physical touch person which made ethan the same. but it didn’t help the fact that ethan had a massive crush on you.
you heard his heartbeat. it was thumping fast. “what’s got you so worried?” you whispered and looked up to ethan. he turned to face you instead of the movie, “oh—just the movie, it’s a horror movie right?”
he quickly looked back up to the tv. he was obviously lying because the movie just started and the tv was still showing the title card. but he couldn’t tell you that the real reason was you.
he was practically sweating and tried to seem like he was all cool but was actually freaking out inside. you were so close to him, not that he was complaining but you didn’t know what to do. you had to look over to chad a few times to copy how he was holding tara.
he tried putting his arm around you but midway aborted the plan and pretended as if he was yawning, pulling a reverse flirting move. it’s not like you couldn’t tell because he made it pretty obvious with his long arms but you decided to ignore it.
the sun was setting halfway into the movie and your eyes started to droop. you nestled yourself into ethan’s shirt and tried to make yourself a comfortable sleeping position. with you constantly moving around, ethan couldn’t help but look down at you.
he smiled to himself but looked back to the screen to avoid being caught. but he couldn’t help himself and would consistently look down everytime someone would scream in the movie so everyone would be too focused on who died to notice.
about ten minutes later, you fell asleep. you were completely knocked out because of the all nighter you pulled the night before to study for a big test and all of the lectures you had to sit through.
you almost slid off of ethan’s chest before ethan grabbed you. he panicked and stealthily pulled you by his shoulder so you could rest peacefully. he tried carefully not to wake you up even with the loud slashes and screams coming from the movie.
by the time the movie ended, everyone was so sleepy that they were already slumped in their seats. chad and tara were attached at the hip, cuddling each other and a bowl of popcorn while asleep. beside them were mindy and anika who were sleeping shoulder to shoulder with a blanket.
luckily it was chad and ethan’s dorm so ethan gingerly lifted you up from the couch and carried you marriage-style to his room. even though the way to his room only took like ten steps max, him trying to make the least noise as possible and taking a million more steps than needed to do so made the walk much longer.
ethan opened his bedroom door and turned on his lights. he quietly placed you on his bed after moving the blankets. he picked up one of his pillows and tried to dust it off, shaking it and patting it in the air which made a bunch of noise but you must be a heavy sleeper because you were knocked out.
he replaced the “new clean” pillow for the one currently below your head and covered you with one of his blankets. after successfully moving you from the couch to his bed and tucking you in, he sighed in relief and knelt to the bed level.
he watched your chest move up and down, synchronized with your soft breathing. there was hair covering your face so he tucked it behind your ear for a clear view of your face.
beautiful. he thought to himself and smiled at your peaceful state. he kissed your temple and moved the blanket closer to your upper body, covering most of your body except your face.
not wanting to bother you anymore and potentially waking you up, he slowly got back on his feet and turned off the lights. although he didn’t know where he was gonna crash tonight, he didn’t care. he could sleep in a motherfucking ditch for all he cared!
but before he could close the door and walk out. “ethan? could you stay with me?” you muttered and blinked a few times to get a good glimpse at the boy who just tucked you in.
ethan’s whole body went into shock for a moment and held onto the door handle for dear life. if not for the door handle, he would’ve been falling to the ground since his legs turned into jelly! did you just ask him to stay with you? as in with you in bed?!
as ethan was doubting what he just heard, you confirmed it. “please?” you whispered and ethan almost fainted from that. he slowly walked back to the bed and stared at you. “are you sure?” he asked for reassurance and you nodded.
out of nervousness he mumbled a quick, “hold on a sec!” and opened his drawers for pajamas and ran into his bathroom. you were so confused but also very tired so your body refused to get up.
instead you just waited for ethan to come back.
meanwhile, ethan shut the bathroom door and quickly changed into his pajamas but before going back out to you, he opened his cabinets and looked through his shelves to find anything to make himself look better or smell better.
he found some cologne that chad had lent him like one time when they went to this party. ethan instantly opened the bottle and started spraying everywhere that a teenage boy could potentially smell.
he almost choked on the suffocating air that he created himself but couldn’t leave yet. he had no time to brush his teeth so he grabbed his mouthwash and finally was ready.
once ethan returned in new clothes and a definite new smell, you smiled. he slowly got into the bed yet kept much distance between you two. who knew getting into your own bed could be so scary?!
you had to be the one to move closer to him, putting your arms around his waist. first he was surprised but followed your lead. with a little bit of twisting and turning, you two found a comfortable position where he was the big spoon and you were the little spoon.
“you do know i like you right?” you asked with your eyes closed. his eyes immediately opened and he looked down at you, unable to look into your eyes though.
“w-wait what? well you do know i like you too right?” he returned the question which made you grin. “i’ve always known.” you replied and held his hands by your chest. ethan closed his eyes and a smile spread on his face as he held you closer to him.
“are you wearing chad’s cologne?”
#*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧scwheeler#ethan landry x reader#ethan landry x you#ethan landry#scream six#scream#chad meeks martin#mindy meeks martin#ethan landry x y/n#ethan landry smut#ethan landry imagine#scream imagine#scream fic#ethan landry fic#ethan landry headcannon
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Kiss the goat part 2
Sometime after your brief yet terrifying phone call, Casey Beckham and her boyfriend Steve are brutally slain in her suburban home, and you know exactly who's responsible.
It's hard to sleep that night, hard to do much of anything but lie listlessly in your bed, eyes wide, hand clutching the small, sharp knife you'd come into this world with, like a safety blanket.
Your mind felt all too busy for rest, you knew this was just the beginning, and despite how insane things were about to become, you were determined to make it to the end. No matter what.
The circus that the campus had turned into the following morning was intense, to say the least. Where there weren't reporter vans there were police cruisers. You couldn't take a step without having to dodge a camera or microphone being shoved in your face.
With every inch closer to what felt like a school-shaped coffin, an uncomfortable little chill shot up your ankle, as before you left this morning, you tucked the small switchblade into your right boot, after last night you weren't willing to take any chances, this was the first time a movie had gone off script on you and it made you this..nervous kind of excited, the kind you felt in your tummy all day and night, where you didn't know what was coming next, but you couldn't wait for it.
Although any positive emotions coming from this thought vanished as you were abruptly called to the principal's office, which would have been fine had it not prompted a very particular look from Stu. The very psycho you were trying to avoid. It was a bit surreal to think only a few hours before he was stringing his ex-girlfriend up like a set of Christmas lights.
Being pulled into the office first for questioning wasn't helping your goal of anonymity, the police made a point of asking more than once if you'd liked to hunt, and where exactly you'd been all night, thank god for Randy you thought, Happy with the alibi he'd inadvertently given you by hanging out yesterday.
You don't tell the police any more information than they ask, keeping your answers short and sweet as you wanted out of there fast, the principal was overtly friendly and it wasn't his fault as he's written as a red herring, but he still creeped you out.
Lunch rolled around and a part of you wanted to just ditch it all and run in the opposite direction, but you knew better. So you swallow your fear and count your steps as you head towards the fountain.
Making your way to the spot said alibi had begged you to meet him at, you caught wind of the conversation and knew then and there you were in the thick of it.
Randy waved you over to sit beside him excitedly, your sudden appearance barely affected the group's conversation.
"They ask if you like to hunt?" Stu's voice carried over the sounds of the water rushing from the fountain, his eyes flicker to you, a twitch in his smile as you sit beside Randy with a silent wave.
"Why would they ask if you liked to hunt?" Tatum asked twirling the lollipop in her hand, her eyes met yours before returning to the group, and she sent you a grin before toying with Stu's hair, said man sent you his own smile, unlike her's, his sent a chill down to your tummy.
"Because they were gutted," Randy said much too cheerfully, no wonder they suspect his ass.
"Thank you, Randy," Billy spoke from his relaxed position, his dark brown gaze flickering over to the mysterious newcomer Randy had attached himself to like a leech. You made a point not to meet his eye. Instead, you tried to act as naturally as possible.
But his gaze lingers.
"They didn't ask me if I liked to hunt." The pretty blonde spoke, almost offended by the notion.
"Cause there's no way a girl could have killed em'," Stu says matter of factly, his grin completely unsubtle.
"That is so sexist- The killer could easily be female. Basic Instinct." Tatum replies.
"That was an ice pick, not exactly the same thing." Randy chimes in, again much too cheerful given the context.
"Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. Fact is it takes a man to do something like that." Stu says, its fascinating to you no one catches on to that psychotic look in his eye.
"Or a man's mentality." His girlfriend replied mockingly.
"How do you- how could someone do that to another person?" Sidney questioned more to herself than anyone.
"You take a knife, and you slit em' from groin to sternum," Stu says almost gleefully, his blue eyes flicker to you for a moment, and it makes your stomach do a flip. Like he was waiting for a reaction.
"Hey, it's called tact you fuck rag," Billy says his eyes full of a silent warning to Stu: shut the hell up. It made you smile a bit to yourself, how on earth these two idiots managed to make it to the end of the original movie without being caught amazed you.
"Hey, Stu didn't you used to date, Casey?" Sydney asks almost accusingly.
"Yeah for like two seconds."
"Before she dumped him for Steve." Randy taunted him close to Stu's face. "I thought you dumped her for me?" Tatum says with a pout.
"I did he's full of shit." Stu sneers with a glare, his grin almost like a warning to Randy.
"Are the police aware you used to date the victim?" He taunts Stu and you can't help but chuckle to yourself.
"What you think I killed her?"
"It would certainly boost your boring life."
"He was with me." Tatum said wrapping his arm around her front almost protectively, "Yeah was that before he sliced and diced?" Randy teased popping a peanut into his mouth,
"Fuck you nutcase where were you last night?" Tatum glared at Randy prompting him to smirk, "With (Y/n), my alibi's solid Blondie." Randy said proudly. This caused a very interesting reaction as Stu tightened his grip on Tatum, and Billy began staring holes into Randy.
"I didn't kill anybody." Stu says dismissively as he looks between the faces of the group.
"Nobody said you did." Billy bit out, his words holding a certain level of warning. "Aw, thanks buddy."
"You're so suspicious." Randy rolls his eyes at Stu, and the blonde man sends him a sharp look.
"Yeah well, what about her?" Stu throws his head towards you, his grin strained.
"What about me." You respond meeting his stare head-on, your brow raised at his odd accusation, it almost made you laugh.
"Well, he has a point." Billy sits up, demanding your eyes meet his own, his stare is like a shark, unmoving, unwavering. "And what would that point be." You ask, unfazed by the heat they tried directing on you.
"New girl comes to town, bodies start dropping- kinda' interesting right?" He watched you from his seat at the fountain, the dark look he gave went unnoticed by the rest of the group, goading you for a reaction. He was testing you, for what you didn't know, but you held his burning gaze, your smirk taunting him.
"Well sure, if you have no imagination that makes total sense."
Something in the way you spoke held everyone's attention, especially the two violent men who were currently looking at you like a starved dog looked at a hunk of raw, bloodied meat.
"Isn't it much scarier to think about how you all probably know him? That you've been sitting next to him for years?" A small grin twitched at your lips, they shifted uncomfortably hanging off of every word, this glimmer in Billy's dark eyes had a fire burning in your belly, sure antagonizing a sadistic murderer was probably a bad idea, but you couldn't help yourself.
"Then again, what do I know." The bell gave your sentence an ominous ring as they all said with your words, Randy pulled you along, which left you unaware of the dangerous looks you were getting.
#yananswers#anon submission#yandere#yandere x reader#yandere x y/n#yandere billy loomis#billy loomis#billy loomis x reader#yandere stu macher#stu matcher x reader#stu macher#scream fic
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𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 ⋇ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫
Charlie Walker x Gender Neutral!Reader (NSFW)
You and Charlie are fooling around with Robbie’s live-feed camera. The two of you forget it’s on when you are in the film club room fooling around after class. (both Charlie and reader are 18+.)
warnings: smut, nsfw, technical exhibitionism, public sex, oral (m receiving), cum swallowing, Charlie and reader are 18+
word count: 926
author's note: god there's just something that drives me nuts thinking about giving Charlie head like omg. imagine. anyway here's a little imagine just for that (: I hope everyone enjoys!! also @ethanlandryslutt gave me the idea to write for charlie so shoutout to them (I will write your inexperienced smut for charlie soon hehe)
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ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴏᴘʏ, ʀᴇᴘʀᴏᴅᴜᴄᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴄʟᴀɪᴍ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀs ᴏɴ ᴛᴜᴍʙʟʀ, ᴀᴏ3, ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴘᴀᴅ, ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏ ᴡᴇʙsɪᴛᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪssɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ɪɴ ᴀɪ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs ᴏʀ ᴀɴʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀʀᴛɪғɪᴄɪᴀʟ ɪɴᴛᴇʟʟɪɢᴇɴᴄᴇ. ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ᴍʏ ᴡᴏʀᴋs ᴛᴏ sᴇʟʟ ғᴏʀ ᴀs ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ.
When Robbie was suddenly summoned for detention for not turning in homework earlier, you and Charlie thought well, this is annoying. Robbie had been discussing how important this Film Club meeting was, even though it was just you three this afternoon. You had to talk about how to plan the annual Stabathon.
“I’m gonna have to leave my camera here. No one touches it, got it?” Robbie says, moving two fingers from his eyes to you and Charlie’s direction.
You both nod, trying not to laugh but failing once Robbie leaves the room. After you stop laughing, you and Charlie stare at each other in tense silence. You are now suddenly glad Robbie has left. Charlie looks really good today, and you aren’t going to lie- you want to eat him alive.
“Is that camera off?” you breathe out, not moving your gaze away from Charlie’s.
“I’m sure Robbie turned it off. Why-”
You lurch forward, grabbing Charlie by his face and kissing him deeply. You run your tongue along his bottom lip, forcing his mouth open so you can entangle your tongue with his. Charlie’s hands fly to your waist, his fingers digging into it when you press your hips to his. Your fingers travel from Charlie’s face to the back of his head, gripping his hair softly as you deepen the kiss even more. You start pushing Charlie slightly backward until his ass hits a desk behind him. You’re both now kissing hotly, with open mouths as you pant for air. Your hands let go of Charlie’s hair and grip the belt loops of his jeans, pulling him more flush against you. You grind your hips to gauge his reaction, to which he lets out a strangled whine.
Sliding your fingers out from underneath the belt loops, you make use of them to unbutton and unzip Charlie’s jeans deftly. He gasps when you pull him out of his underwear.
“Are you sure we should be doing this- oh.”
You look up at Charlie through your lashes as you lick his only slightly hardened tip. You feel him harden more when you start pumping his length before putting most of it in your mouth. Charlie’s hands occupy the back of your head, massaging your scalp gently as you take him deeper. His tip hits the back of your throat, and you gag but recollect yourself quickly. You take deep breaths through your nose as you relax your throat, taking all of Charlie in as you begin to bob your head up and down.
“Fuck,” Charlie exhales, throwing his head back.
Charlie has to remove one of his hands from your hair to brace himself on the desk behind him. You look up at him, admiring his angelic appearance when being pleasured. His face is all twisted up- his eyes are squeezed shut with his lips pressed together unless he lets out a hiss or moan. You feel Charlie twitch in your mouth as he starts to involuntarily thrust into your mouth.
You hum around his length, placing one of your hands on his tailbone, pushing it forward to allow his thrusts to go deeper. Charlie is a moaning mess, trying his best to keep his sounds quiet.
“I’m gonna cum,” Charlie warns, pulling at your hair.
You suck in your cheeks, swallowing Charlie up as much as possible as he twitches one last time. He cums down your throat, and you swallow it up and milk him as much as possible until he can’t take it anymore.
Charlie pulls out of your mouth, tucking himself back into his underwear and pulling his jeans back up.
He runs a hand through his hair, “Jesus Christ. What’s gotten into you today?”
“You just look irresistible today, is all,” you joke, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand with a smile.
Charlie is about to return the favor when suddenly, you hear someone loudly running down the hall to the classroom. There’s an erratic knocking on the door as Robbie calls, “Guys!”
You furrow your eyebrows, looking at Charlie weirdly before walking to the door and opening it.
“Are you okay, Rob?” you ask, concerned.
Robbie looks at you bewildered, and his face turns red, “Uh. I was told something was going on in here via the camera feed. And I came right away.”
You’re confused for a moment, but then it dawns on you. The camera.
“Fuck, I thought it was turned off!” you cry, running to Robbie’s camera, which just so happened to be facing where you and Charlie were previously.
“Haha, yeah, well, it wasn’t,” Robbie cringes, following you to the camera and picking it up, “Sorry folks, the show is over!”
Robbie switches off the camera, which is weird for him to do during the day. But this situation warranted it.
Charlie awkwardly rubs the back of his neck, “You might want to delete that from your site, dude.”
“Good call,” Robbie nods, “Take my laptop and do it. I have to go back to detention. Mr. Applewhite only let me go because Kirby popped in and told us there was an emergency.”
The rest of the time slot for Film Club is spent in awkward silence and a feeling of horror as you and Charlie see how many people viewed and commented on the feed. You quickly edit today’s feed and delete the part where you gave Charlie the best head of his life. Too bad everyone saw it.
School tomorrow was going to be hell. Was it worth it? Maybe…
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Starved of you
Pairing: Billy Loomis x Fem Reader x Stu Macher
word count 1.7k
No use of y/n
Summary: The reader is dragged to Stu's party by the girls to fix Sid's relationship but She is in a secret relationship with Billy and Stu. She is here to break it off but gets distracted by Billy while he becomes obsessed with her. He struggles with his feelings for her and how she affects the plan.
Warnings: mention of alcohol and drug use, cheating(not on the reader), mention of murder, toxic behavior, intimacy
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Music blares through the room threatening to shake the house itself. The air was stuffy and crowded her senses. She couldn't seem to care as Tatum dragged her by the arm through the door. The blonde soon disappeared into the crowd following Sid afterward. This was the night she set things right before the world as she knew would crumble. Dramatic, but what else equates to sneaking around with your best friends behind their girlfriends' backs? A masked serial killer fits into this somewhere, maybe it was karma for what got her here in the first place. The plan was simple, break it off with them both, leave early and everything would go back to normal. Getting Stu and Billy alone for something serious was always a difficult task. Pulling off your own arm seemed easier. She decided to settle it one at a time. Billy would be easier as the other would only tease her endlessly for it and she'd end up in his bed again.
Stu's eyes grew wide as he spotted her in the crowd of sweaty teens. He shoves his accomplice harshly in the arm. Subtlety be damned, he thought, Hell was about to raise for everyone. "Dude...Dude..we got a party crasher.'' Billy rolled his eyes still turning away from him. "Like you care, they'll run like everyone else. He scoffed. ''Yeah maybe but dumb and dumber will follow too" Stu whispered. Billy thinks for a moment before it clicks. "The hell you mean, man? She's not coming. Her parents....." It was Stu's turn to roll his eyes as he shoved Billy around to see the girl wandering through the crowd. She waves with a smile after spotting the two of them. "Shit" he hisses. " I'll handle it" He whispers as the two waves back. "You better, Princess over there is at the center of all this," Stu says through gritted teeth. "Just take care of the dumb blonde'' Billy retorts. He shoots a glare behind him as he pushes through the crowd to meet the only girl either of them wants. "Hey, you." Billy beamed almost comically in an attempt to recover the control he'd lost just by seeing her. His out-of-character enthusiasm was a bit offputting making her take a step back. He cringed at his own actions, She always had a way of destroying the persona he worked so hard to build. He loved but hated it at the same time.
"Can we talk please?" She said in a hushed tone already pulling him towards the stairs with a nervous expression. 'Shit, I'm screwed' He thought. Billy panics trying to rethink the entire night he spent a year planning for. "Yeah, yeah. Sure, Doll." His eyes darted across the hallway. They brightened as he made a sharp turn and pulled her into Stu's bedroom. The large room was dark except for a poorly hung string of lights across the ceiling. The gaze in his dark eyes was unforgiving as he loomed over her already shaking form. His pupils were blown wide as he searched over her features.
''Ay. What's wrong, Doll?" He fought back his usual smirk from showing as he spoke a concerned tone. "It's Sid, She dragged me out here so I could get you to talk to her. I can't keep lying to her and Tatum is bound to find out eventually. I mean, what if Stu slips up in a joke or something? You've seen him. He flirts so much. Tatum and Sid are still mad about the arrest but she really likes you, Billy. Neither of them would ever forgive me if they knew about us sneaking around behind their backs. What if..." Billy holds back a laugh as he listens to her ramble on.
"How do you feel about me though?" She stopped completely. "What?" The girl’s large eyes stared back into his own in the hope of finding falter in any sense of the word. ''Tell me how you feel about me 'cause I might starve if I can't have you." He struggles to speak plainly. She releases a squeak as she tries to contain herself. This was so far from how she wanted tonight to go. Her heart beats rapidly as silence fills the room. "I...I wanted you since we were little. I mean, funny story..." She begins to ramble again. "I was the one to start that rumor that we were already married in the fifth grade. I gave Stu a dollar and told him to be really loud about it" He laughs and his heart begins to beat like it'll burst. "Ooh, I really shouldn't have said that. Shit." The girl muttered bringing a hand to cover her mouth. Her eyes drift to the door for a moment only to return to meet his stare. His own narrows and his head tilts to the left in thought. "Explains a lot. My mom liked you a lot more after that."
Hundreds of thoughts both perverse and protective crossed his mind as his body acted on its own. This would counteract his plan, she wasn't supposed to come tonight. "God, you're something else, huh." She lets out a nervous laugh while trying to read his expression. Dark brown eyes traveled down the length of her tight dress hidden beneath a large jacket. That goddamn lettermen jacket she had borrowed from some nobody downstairs screamed for nothing but his downfall. He knew his schemes would all but crumble if he gave in to her touch tonight. He has to stay focused or the past year of his life would be wasted. He couldn't think of anyone who wanted to watch a movie about a killer being stopped just for love. The image of her wearing his own jacket flashed in his head. He needed her warmth so badly, it hurt at this point. "Billy, we really shouldn't be in here together" She grabs hold of his forearm in an attempt to keep him at a distance.
She silently begged for the strength to run back through the party never stopping till she made it home as she should. His hands slowly inch toward her. She shivers as his fingers brush against the fabric lining the jacket. His hand continues as it runs down to the small of her waist and rests there. The other cages her between himself and the wall. A small whimper escapes before she can bury it. "We'll be alright" He breathed as he bites his lip hard enough to draw blood to hold himself back. Everything about her was a drug. He could have sworn she was made to kill him from the inside out. He would just have to risk it. He'd be the one to win after all. Might as well, get the girl and get revenge all in one night, he thought. He couldn't understand but her voice is heard as she mutters a slur of curses. It sounds like a song to him at this point far overpowering the blaring music from downstairs in his head.
She watches a devilish smirk widen on his face, the very same that terrorized her so many times as they grew up together. His eyes were now scanning her every move as her hand traveled up and landed on his chest. Billy leans in to whisper in her ear. "Let it all go, princess. I got you." Something in her snaps and she kisses him harshly curling her arms around his neck and pulling him down to her height. Her fingers tangle in his short brown hair as he lifts her. The kisses grow heated quickly as they lose themselves in each other's touch. Their senses filled with nothing but the warmth of their embrace. He tightens his grip on her hip and begins to leave kisses in line from the curve of her jaw and down her neck.
He stops for a moment to smell her perfume. She had always smelled heavenly but tonight, she smelled of beer and whatever drug she's been laced with by god himself. "Billy.." She pleads into his ear. She only receives a hushed groan in response. Her nails graze against his skin as she continues to call his name. He hums against her as he comes back to his senses meeting her eyes once again. The vibration of his voice sends a shiver down her spine making her eyes flutter. His eyes were half-lidded and his breaths staggered and uneven. His lips appeared cherry red and glossy under the soft glow of the lights. She giggles after seeing the dazed look in his eyes. "Damn, I got you this high, Loomis?'' She teases brushing his hair out of his face with a newfound confidence. He gives a breathless laugh and drops his head to rest on her shoulder. "Fuck, I might just overdose on you, princess. Her smile falls as she remembers the world around them. "Maybe then, I'll have you all to myself."
A heavy knock on the door causes her to flinch and tighten her grip on his shoulders "Hey, lovebirds. This room's way past off-limits! Stu shouts from the other side. "Dammit, Stu. it's me" Billy shouts back before turning to the girl with a weak smile. "Well, why didn't you say so. Tell my bunny I love her!" Stu blurted in a singing tone.
She giggles and shakes his head at them both and breaks away from his hold. "'I'll go shut him up, I should get out of here soon. My parents want me back home." He only nods in response bringing up his other hand to rub the back of his neck. He swore he could still feel the touch of her fingers there. She grabbed his hand intertwining her fingers with his larger ones. She pulls his arm taunt toward the door before realizing he's not following her. She turns back to him with a confused look.
"Hey, mind doing me a favor, sweets?" She blushes at the name. "You mind calling Sid up here, I wanna get this over with. You won't have to lie anymore after tonight." The girl smiles at his words as she smooths down the fabric of her dress. "Ok but be gentle about it, alright. Today's been kinda rough for her." He pulls her in for another embrace resting his head on top of hers and speaks in a sickly sweet tone. "I promise, she won't be a problem after tonight." His eyes darken as he stares at the black robe sticking out of Stu's closet.
The rest of the Prescotts had to die tonight, And they would as he and Stu planned. Nothing could keep him from getting his sequel now since he finally had her.
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Hi! I really love you're writing style, it's so good. Do you think you could do a fic with Matthew Lillard (or if it's easier stu from scream)? It can be about anything! It's just hard to find any good fics about the man haha
We Can't Just Be Friends
Ex! Stu Macher x GN! Reader
Synopsis: You and Stu broke up, but he wants to still be friends.
Genre: angst
Warnings: Stu and Randy being dumbasses, mentions of cheating, tbh I don't think there is anything else to warn about
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You last person you wanted to see today was your ex, Stu. The man was insufferable. Actually he didn't even deserve that. The boy was insufferable.
Already having a rough day, the sound of Stu's laugh from across the store sent a shiver down your spine. You had half the mind to just leave the store quickly, but you had a cart full of groceries. Rolling your eyes, you decided to continue shopping, hoping that Stu wouldn't see you.
You were on the very last aisle when you heard your name being called behind you. You froze, you would know that voice anywhere.
"Stu." You said as you turned to face him. You saw him with his friend Randy. Great two idiots in one go!
"Long time no see, Y/N, how you been, baby?" Stu asked, leaning onto Randy, almost knocking him over.
You cringed at the pet name, "I was fine." Anger dripped from your voice.
"Oh come on! You can't still be mad about the break up." Stu laughed. He was always so unserious. You weren't sure what you had ever saw in him.
"It was only two weeks ago, so yeah I'm still a little mad." You desperately wanted this conversation to end.
"I wouldn't have broken up with you if I knew you were gonna hold such a grudge." Another laugh, this time he nudged Randy's side in an attempt for him to laugh along.
"You broke up with me?" Your jaw dropped open. "I caught you with another girl, I ended it!" Okay, now you really were angry.
Stu scoffs, "I was just flirting with her so she would do my homework, I told you that. It wasn't a big deal."
"Yeah, whatever. I'm sure you're already with someone new anyways." Come on, Y/N think of an excuse to leave.
"He is!" Randy now finally inserts himself into the conversation. Both of your heads snapping to him at the words.
"Dude", is all Stu says as he pushes Randy.
"Right, so is there going to be a point to this conversation or can I leave? Not that this hasn't been exhilarating!" You start to walk away when neither of them respond.
You are about to turn the corner when Stu calls your name again. You audibly groan as he jogs to catch up with you. He places his hand on your shoulder, lightly turning you to face him.
"Baby, please can't-"
You cut him off, "Baby?" He's has to take that word out of his vocabulary.
"Y/N," he corrects himself, "I'm sorry, okay? You know how I am when other people are around. Please can't we just be friends?"
You almost laugh. Be friends? He wants to apologize now, he should've done that two weeks ago.
"We can't just 'be friends', Stu. You have no respect for me, you have no respect for yourself. If you really were sorry, you would make the effort to be."
"Y/N, I never meant to hurt you, really!" He tries to plead anyway he can, but you are done with the conversation.
You turn around once again, putting distance between the two of you. Hoping he doesn't follow you again.
He doesn't.
A/N: Ok! Ok! Short and sweet. I really didn't have any ideas for this but wanted to get this request done because I loved the chance to write for Matthew/ Stu. To the anon who sent this request, I hope you enjoy this. If you don't and want to see something different, please send me another request! I am more than down to write for him again!
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sweets! part II
ethan landry x bimbo!oc [winnie adair]
summary: the friend group discusses the rules of the new set of ghostface killings and possible suspects. ethan and winnie play a game.
warnings: mentions of murder, nsfw implication/discussion
a/n: chapter two early as a treat <3
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Winnie and Ethan approach the group hand in hand. Since the prior night’s events, Winnie had texted Ethan once he had gone home, asking if he would stay close to her during the day. Ethan was more than happy to oblige; walking her to her classes, holding her hand, and even waiting near the bathroom for her. Ethan sits down and Winnie takes her spot in his lap, just as she had last night, and Mindy stands from the bench where she was waiting for them to arrive.
“Okay, nerds! And Winnie,” Mindy announces, gesturing to the other girl with the mention of her name. Winnie fakes a curtsy, giggling at being singled out. Mindy continues her message, “Listen up! As terrifying as this all is, I’m actually glad I get a chance to redeem myself for not… calling the killers last time.”
“I called it,” Winnie says, smiling proudly.
Mindy glares at her, “As a joke. You didn’t actually mean it.”
“I was still right,” Winnie says. Ethan puts up his hand and Winnie high-fives him, sticking her tongue out at Mindy.
Ethan can’t help but be a little distracted by the size of her hands. They’re smaller than his, and so soft. She interlaces their fingers and he smiles at the action, their hands dropping to their sides.
“You two are scaring me more than Ghostface can,” Mindy says, her face flat as she looks at them. She clears her throat and turns back to the group, “Anyways. The way I see it, someone is out to make a sequel to the requel.”
“Um, what’s a requel?” Anika asks, putting her hand up to get Mindy’s attention.
“You’re beautiful, sweetie. Let’s hold questions to the end,” Mindy says.
“It’s made up,” Winnie whispers. Anika nods and gives her a thumbs up.
“Stab 1 took place in Woodsboro. Stab 2 took place in college,” Sam says.
“So we think that the killer is trying to copy the movies?” Tara asks.
“That is one possibility. Heroes now in college: check. Suspicious new characters brought in to round out the suspect list and/or body count: check, check, and check,” Mindy says, pointing to the three newcomers to the group.
“I don’t like this,” Ethan says. Winnie leans her head back onto his shoulder, looking up at him.
“You’re telling me,” she says with a smile.
“Ignoring that,” Mindy says, looking away from the pair with a disgusted expression. “It can’t just be about Stab 2.”
“Why not?” Tara asks. Winnie and Ethan revert their attention back to the group.
“It would make sense if this were just a sequel. But we’re not in a sequel, because nobody just makes sequels anymore,” Mindy says.
“Oh Mindy, you nerd, get on with it,” Winnie says, rolling her eyes.
“We’re in a franchise!” Mindy announces. Winnie groans, throwing her body limply into Ethan’s. Mindy ignores the girl’s dramatic display and continues. “And there are certain rules to a continuing franchise.”
“I had a feeling,” Sam says with a sigh. Winnie moves in Ethan’s lap, turning so she can lay on him comfortably. The boy welcomes her to do so, wrapping his arms around her when she’s comfortable. He notices Chad watching them in his peripheral vision but refuses to look over at his roommate.
“Rule one: everything is bigger than last time. Bigger budget, bigger cast, bigger body count. Longer chases, shoot-outs, beheadings. You gotta top what came before to keep people coming back.”
“Beheadings?” Chad asks, looking up at his sister.
“Beheadings,” Mindy repeats. “Rule two: whatever happened last time, expect the opposite. Franchises only survive by subverting expectations. If the killers last time were whiny snowflake film nerds with Letterboxd accounts instead of personalities, you can bet the opposite will be true here.”
“She talks so much,” Winnie whines, looking at Mindy for her reaction.
“Suck on a lollipop and shut up,” Mindy says, a fake smile on her face. Winnie laughs at the girl’s jab, standing up and walking around to stand behind Ethan. She rests her chin on him, wrapping her arms around him from behind. “And rule three: no one is safe. Legacy characters? Cannon fodder at this point. Usually brought back only to be killed off in some cheap bid for nostalgia. It’s not looking too good for Gale and Kirby. Oh, and that’s not even the worst part!”
“Oh, I would love it if you would tell me, though,” Winnie says, acting excited.
“Lucky for you this is the part where she tells us the worst part,” Chad says, looking up from his book for a second.
“The worst part is franchises are just continuing episodic installments designed to boost an IP,” Mindy says, “Which means main characters are completely expendable now too. Laurie Strode, Nancy Thompson, Ellen Ripley, Sally Hardesty, Jigsaw, Tony Stark, James Bond. I mean, even Luke Skywalker! All died so their franchises could live on. That means it’s not just the friend group. Any of us could go at any time, especially Sam and Tara.”
“Wait-- Wait, any of us?” Ethan stutters.
“Yeah.”
“Does… Am I in the friend group?”
“Yeah.”
“Am I, like, one of the targets?”
“Mhm,” Mindy nods.
“Am I gonna die a virgin?” Ethan asks. Everyone looks over at him, their faces contorting with confusion.
“I can make sure you don’t,” Winnie says, leaning her head closer to his with a toothy grin on her face.
“Winnie,” Mindy complains, her pitch a little higher with the disgust in her voice. Winnie giggles, pressing her lips to Ethan’s cheek. A pink, glossy lip print stains his skin and Ethan tries, and fails, to contain his blush. Mindy shakes her head, trying to ignore the affectionate display. “Moving swiftly along to our suspects.”
“Riveting,” Winnie mocks, leaning over Ethan into her bag. He watches carefully as she pulls out that familiar red candy. He wishes she was back on his lap so he could watch her enjoy the sweet treat.
“Ethan,” Mindy says. The boy looks up at the mention of his name, pulled away from his thoughts of Winnie sucking on the lollipop. “The shy, dorky guy who no one suspects because he’s so shy and dorky.”
“Why am I on the suspect list?” Ethan asks, “Because I’m randomly Chad’s roommate?”
“Roommate lotteries can be juked. You could have fixed it to get next to us,” Mindy says, earning an eye roll from Ethan. “Besides, you’re weaseling your way into Winnie’s life and I don’t trust that you’re doing it for the right reasons.”
“I’m not weaseling--”
“Weasel,” Mindy declares. She turns to Quinn, saying her name as she does. “The slutty roommate. A horror movie classic.”
“‘Sex positive,’ but… thank you,” Quinn says, more of a question than a genuine thank you.
“Mhm. Um, how did you come to live with Sam and Tara?” Mindy asks.
“I answered their ad online,” Quinn says.
“Okay, say no more. You’ve already implicated yourself enough,” Mindy exclaims.
“It was an anonymous ad, Mindy,” Tara says, “And you know we vetted her. Plus her dad is a cop.”
“And that makes it more likely that she’s the killer because having a cop dad is a great cover,” Mindy says, “Do you not remember how these movies work, Tara?”
“I want to leave,” Winnie whispers into Ethan’s ear. He reaches for his bag but is stopped by Mindy pointing at him angrily.
“Sit down,” she says, giving them a stern look. Winnie groans, going around to sit back on Ethan’s lap with a huff.
“Is she always like this?” Quinn asks. Sam does a half-nod, half-shrug in response.
“And finally… Anika,” Mindy says. Anika smiles and blows Mindy a kiss, getting an air kiss in return. Mindy’s smile drops, “Never trust the love interest.” Anika’s smile fades at Mindy’s words.
“Okay! So, we have our rules and we have our suspects,” Sam says.
“But wait,” Ethan says, “What about you guys?”
“I mean, I think it’s pretty safe to rule out the five of us who went through this last year in Woodsboro,” Mindy says.
“Agreed,” Chad says.
“Um, not agreed,” Quinn says, “What if the trauma you all went through caused one or more of you to snap?”
“Yeah, or the fame you got from the killings made you thirsty for more,” Ethan says, “I mean, let’s be honest here, some of the theories online about Sam are--”
Winnie shushes him, but Tara is quick to turn to him, “Don’t you fucking dare.”
“You can’t say things like that,” Winnie says, tapping his lips with her lollipop as if she’s scolding him. His eyes are a little wide, but he nods regardless of his shock at the threat from Tara.
“Okay, she’s right though,” Anika says, "I mean, face facts -- if we’re all suspects, you’re all suspects.”
The group looks at one another, silently giving each other looks of suspicion. Winnie raises her hand after a minute, looking at Mindy.
“What?” Mindy says. Winnie drops her hand to her side, taking the candy out of her mouth with a ‘pop’ sound.
“Can I leave now?”
“Do you really believe Mindy?” Ethan asks. Winnie looks up at the boy, shrugging in response to his inquiry.
“I don’t know,” she says, “I think she’s kinda dramatic with her explanations… But there’s also a murderer out there trying to kill us, so I guess it’s better to be safe than sorry and listen to her.”
Ethan nods, “Yeah, that’s true.”
“Why? Do you?” Winnie asks, swinging their interlocked hands between them.
“Oh yeah,” Ethan says. The sarcasm is laced in his voice and he nods, his curls bouncing with the movement of his head. “I totally believe her. Especially when she accuses me of being Ghostface.”
Winnie giggles, hiding her face while she does. She shakes her head a little and looks back up at him, “I knew it was you, Landry.”
“Yeah, I’ve always loved playing games,” Ethan says. Winnie steps closer to him, letting go of his hand and trading it to wrap her arms around his.
“Well if you’re Ghostface, can you at least spare me?” she asks. He looks down at her and she’s giving him those damn puppy dog eyes. She’s used them a couple times with him -- once at a store when she wanted a chocolate bar, another when she wanted a piggyback ride, and a few times when she wanted him to carry her bag.
“I’ll consider it,” he says, opening the door to the building for her.
“C’mon,” she says, now walking backward so she can look at him. “What can I do to be spared?”
He pretends to think, “Wanna play a game?”
She laughs, “What kinda game?”
“Trivia,” he says. She lets out an ‘ooh’ and agrees to play along with him as they enter the elevator. “What building do I live in?”
“Hortense Tower,” she says. The doors shut behind them and he smiles at her.
“Good, good,” he says. His hand hovers near the columns of buttons, “And what floor?” She smiles, reaching past him and clicking the button labeled ‘3.’ He nods, “And which room?”
“Hmm,” she hums, tapping her chin in pretend thought.
“Times ticking,” he says.
“316,” she responds, pretending not to know.
“I’m sorry, sweet thing, but that’s wrong,” he says, shrugging, “Guess I can’t spare you.”
“No, please don’t kill me, Mr. Ghostface,” she says, pouting, “I wanna be in the sequel!”
“It’s too bad, really,” he says, “I liked you.”
The doors open and a few students move out of their way as they exit. Winnie sighs, shaking her head. “Let me try again. Bonus round!”
He pulls out his keys as they approach his door, “Fine, what school do I go to?”
“Oh you love me,” she says. He laughs at her excitement playing the fake game. She giggles, “Blackmore University. Easy!”
“Amazing job,” he says, pushing the door open. She squeals, running over to his bed and jumping onto it. She barely makes it on top, the bed being quite high up in comparison to her. She kicks off her shoes as he closes his door and drops his things next to his desk.
“I’m a final girl,” she says with a sing-song voice. She adjusts the way she’s sitting, propping herself onto her knees and watching him make his way over.
“Yes you are,” he says, “Congratulations.”
He stands in front of her, both of them just looking at each other. It feels like an eternity of silence, an eternity of just admiring one another; in reality, it’s only a minute. Their smiles fade a little, not with upset, but instead because they’re focused on one another. Winnie scoots closer to the edge of the bed and both of their breaths become shallower, hearts speeding up.
“Ethan?” she whispers.
“Yes?” he asks. His eyes roam her face and he notices the way her eyes keep flicking to his lips.
“I wan--”
He doesn’t let her finish her request, she doesn’t need to. He knows exactly what she wants because he wants the same thing as her. He grabs her face, pulling her into a hasty kiss. She squeals in delight when their lips touch, her arms wrapping around his neck to keep him close to her.
“Eth,” she breathes out into his mouth. He moves his hands to her waist, pulling her closer. Her knees are now over the edge of the bed, on either side of him. His hands grip her exposed skin tightly, fingers digging into the squishy flesh greedily. Her fingers work their way through his curls, gripping the strands of hair for a moment.
The jingle of keys outside the door makes them pull away, much to their dismay. Ethan takes a step back and Winnie straightens out her clothing, fixing her top and smoothing out her skirt. Chad enters the room a moment later, slowing down when he notices the two.
“Dude,” he says, a tinge of exasperation in his voice. The two look at him, feigning innocence. It isn’t till Chad makes a motion around his lips that the feeling of the sticky gloss on Ethan’s face becomes noticeable to the boy. He touches it with a finger, pulling it away to see the glittery substance.
It’s quiet between the three of them, the door still wide open behind Chad. Other students pass by, not knowing the tension that’s thick in the room. They look at one another, eyes flicking between each other in the passing moments.
“I, for one, am not sorry,” Winnie says, breaking the silence, receiving a glare from Chad.
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