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argentatum · 2 years

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I'll be your baby tonight [Sam/Dean fic]

3.3k words, wincest, P0rn with feelings, trans!Dean, slight au, pre-series, Stanford era

Written for the @brobonebang 's prompt: at the living room below sam and jess’ bedroom in their apartment.

Many thanks to @ohnoitsthebat for the amazing beta work!

[ i’ll come by tonight ]

Since Sam had received Dean’s message that afternoon, he hasn’t been able to contain himself - it’s a swirl of trepidation, impatience, anticipation, affection, that has slowly taken hold of his soul the moment Dean had left him, a few weeks ago, when they last saw each other.

He’s so transparent in his excitement, he doesn’t even pay any attention to the way his friends and classmates playfully tease him about it - he remembers telling them he has plans with Jessica later that day after classes, and doesn’t even feel guilty about it.

Dean will tease him too - you’re like a puppy, I can almost see your tail wagging - and Sam’ll die before he admits it, but he looks forward to it. The way Dean smiles and his green eyes crinkles at the edges as he makes fun of his little brother.

It’s been five, almost six weeks, since Dean had last visited him, and Sam misses him every single day.

As soon as the lecture ends, Sam is out of the door, out of campus, back at his apartment. Time doesn’t go by quick enough, and he tries to keep himself busy, to keep himself from thinking about his brother and popping a boner right there. He does some chores around the house, cooks dinner with Jessica after she comes home from her part-time job, and when most of the lights in the house are off, Sam finds himself on the couch, a cold beer in his hand to give himself something to do.

He’s mindlessly zapping through channels, but no matter what’s on the screen his mind keeps wandering to Dean.

Sam’s settled for a documentary on cheetahs, and he’s distractedly listening to the narrator explaining how those predators hunt their prey when he hears the stairs creak. Jessica comes down to the kitchen for a glass of water, her blond hair still damp from the shower she just took. Sam barely pays her any attention, his eyes on the screen.

“You’ve got classes in the morning,” Jessica reminds him with a smile.

“I know, I know,” Sam says. “I’m not sleepy yet. Don’t wait for me.”

“Okay, big guy.”

She passes by the couch, and leans towards him to plant a kiss on the crown of his hair. “Goodnight.”

Sam wishes her goodnight as she disappears upstairs.

The clock on the wall near the TV reads 12:34 when the low rumble of the Impala’s engine rolls on the street outside his apartment, and Sam’s heartbeat kicks up a notch. He’s here.

Dean’s climbing the stairs to the door when Sam opens it, and as soon as their eyes meet Dean flashes him a smile, all white teeth and bright-eyed, so bright that Sam is smiling back at him before he realizes it. And Sam doesn’t waste a second, doesn’t wait for his brother to step inside - he crowds him right on the doorstep, cups his brother’s head in his hands and crushes their lips together. It’s clumsy, and messy, but Sam doesn’t care.

Dean laughs against his lips, warm and bright and absolutely beautiful against the chill of the October night, before moving his calloused hands to Sam’s body, one on his hip and the other to his nape to bring them flush against each other. Sam claims his lips, whines his brother’s name against his tongue, and finally, finally, Dean stops laughing and returns the kiss, soothing some of Sam’s urgency and longing with a rush of affection. Sam can feel himself getting hard against Dean’s thigh where it’s shoved between his.

Dean’s stubble is coarse under his touch, and his scent is a balm against Sam’s soul. It’s a musky mix of his cologne, gun powder, and leather, interwoven with the fresh, minty perfume of the motel body wash he’s just used. The tips of his hair are still damp.

He smells perfect. Like home.

“Missed you too, Sammy,” Dean chuckles after he breaks the kiss, his voice low and raspy like gravel, warm like whiskey, sending shivers down Sam’s spine.

He’s here.

“Are you going to let me in or not?,” Dean asks, one eyebrow raised in amusement.

“Yeah, sure,” Sam says, and even to his ears his voice sounds breathless. Dean doesn’t comment on it while he walks past him, but Sam doesn’t miss the way his pretty mouth curls up in a far too pleased smirk.

Sam closes the door behind them, and when he turns, Dean’s taking off his leather jacket and throwing it against the backrest of the couch, takes a long swing of the beer Sam hadn’t finished.

In the dark of his living room, bathed only by the faint light of the television behind him, Sam looks at Dean - at the broadness of his shoulders, the sharpness of his jaw, the natural confidence he carries himself with, the dark green of his eyes that almost seem black. In that soft glow, Dean almost looks ethereal, like a vision, or a dream. Gorgeous. Sam’s so far gone he’s this close to spouting poetry about him. He feels the urge to kiss him again, to kiss him senseless. To show him how much he’s missed him.

But when he walks close to his brother and he moves his hands to rest on his neck, his thumbs soothing circles on his skin, Sam asks instead. “You okay? You said you were on a hunt.”

Dean had only told him he and John were on a case a few towns over, didn’t say much else. At his question, his brother makes a scene of rolling his eyes. “It was just a ghost, textbook salt and burn.”

When Sam raises both his eyebrows and keeps silent, Dean snorts. “Just a few stitches.”

Dean huffs again, half exasperation half amusement, because he knows better. Sam won’t let it go until he’s sure Dean’s really okay. Dean raises his left arm for Sam to inspect - the sleeves of his flannel shirt are rolled up to his elbow to reveal bandages on his forearm.

Sam knows - he has patched his brother up more than a few times, before he came to Stanford - but he’s relieved nonetheless. He knows his brother is a hell of a hunter, one of the best in fact, despite his young age, but Sam can’t help but worry. Dean’s only human.

But Dean is right there in front of him, alive and beautiful and solid. His eyes reflecting the same want and longing Sam himself feels. “Now that you’re done fussing over nothing, c’mere.”

“Yes sir,” Sam murmurs against his brother’s mouth as he hooks a couple of fingers into the loops of Dean’s jeans and tugs his brother close.

“Good boy,” Dean says, pleased, and his last word is muffled as they kiss again, and before long a warm tendril of want curls down Sam’s spine, and Sam’s altogether too aware of how close they are, of how much he wants this.

They’ve got a few hours. Sam’ll take everything he can get. Sam’ll give Dean whatever he wants.

This thing between them has been going on for a while now, before Sam came to Stanford - making each other feel good. Belonging to one another, in every possible sense.

Reluctantly, Sam pulls back. “She’s upstairs,” Sam moans, almost forgetting to - reminds them both not to make too much noise.

Sam isn’t prepared for the way Dean suddenly puts his hands on Sam’s chest and shoves him. Sam trips and falls against the couch, and he’s opened his mouth to complain when Dean’s back against him, nuzzling at the skin just underneath Sam’s jaw.

“Dean,” Sam bites down on the noise that threatens to slip past his lips, while Dean’s mouth is kissing its way down his throat, then his neck and chest, along the dark trail under his belly button. Sam arches into his brother’s touch, and Dean flashes him one of his trademark cocky grins before he kneels between his little brother’s legs. As if he belongs there.

Since he was little Sam has known that his brother has an oral fixation. Dean has the bad habit of chewing on every pen he gets his hands on, eats all the time, bites his lips when he’s nervous or deep in thought, loves going down on Sam whenever he has the chance. Sam doesn’t mind of course. He’s got an unhealthy obsession of his own - his brother’s pretty pretty mouth.

Sam raises his hips from the couch when Dean hooks both hands in the waistband of his joggers and slips them down together with his boxers, and then Dean leans closer, his breath ghosting over the tip of his cock, hard as hell and already dripping with precome.

Sam can’t take his eyes off Dean as his brother angles himself so that his cock is against his lips, and then licks at the fat beads of precome, letting out a moan as he tastes Sam on his tongue. Sam gasps. “Fuck.”

In response, Dean makes an appreciative sound in the back of his throat that Sam can feel around himself, and before he knows it one of Sam’s hands is fisted in Dean’s hair as more blood rushes south. “So good, Dean.”

It feels so fucking good, but Dean doesn’t give him enough time to adjust to the sensation that he’s taking him deep and only stops when the point of his nose rests aginst the coarse hairs at the base. The head of his cock bumps against the back of Dean’s throat and Sam nearly falls apart. His breath catches in his throat and it takes all of his will not to rock his hips and fuck his brother’s mouth. “Fuck,” he repeats breathlessly, as Dean’s tongue teases his length, slow and greedy and tantalizing. Then Dean pulls off, and the lack of warmth is almost painful, and Sam’s to the point of begging him when Dean’s red lips curl in a smirk before he drags his tongue over the underside of Sam’s dick, up against the head and then he dips into the slit.

“Please,” Sam begs, breathless and shaking under his brother. He’s close, so close. “Dean, please, I need-”

“I got you,” Dean murmurs against the base of his cock. “Come for me, Sam.”

Dean’s stubble tickles against his skin when he tenderly places a kiss in the inside of his thigh, and Sam can’t take his eyes off of his cock as it disappears past Dean’s lips. When he hollows his cheeks and sucks, Sam’s vision goes hazy for a moment, the hand in Dean’s hair tugging him down without meaning to, pushing him to take more of Sam. When Sam reopens his eyes, Dean’s gazing up at him from under his lashes, his freckled cheeks flushed dark, Sam’s nestled deep into his throat again, until Dean’s nuzzled directly against his happy trail. So Sam moves his hips experimentally to push himself even deeper into that hot, perfect mouth, and Dean lets him.

“I- fuck, Dean, I-I’m gonna-”

It doesn’t take long for Sam’s thrusts to become erratic, desperate, before he’s fucking into his brother’s mouth, hard and fast - Sam sinks in as far as he can go before pulling out fully and slamming back in again, lost in how good, how perfect it feels. He makes a wrecked sound, his body strung tight as his orgasm crashes over him in tidal waves, spilling in his brother’s mouth. Dean sucks him through it, squeezes the last drops up and out of him like he can’t get enough of him. Looks at him as if Sam’s the most beautiful, precious thing in the world.

After that, all the tension drains from Sam’s body with the aftershocks and he sags against the backrest of the couch, breathing out Dean’s name.

They stay there for a few moments to catch their breaths, until Dean’s restless and starts moving again between his legs. “Sammy,” he croaks, voice sounding hoarse and downright needy, and it goes straight to Sam’s cock.

When Sam opens his eyes he’s met with a torturously gorgeous sight - Dean on his knees in front of him, hair tousled and lips swollen and red, eyes dark with want and love.

Sam can’t stand it any longer. He hauls Dean on his lap and cranes his neck forward, his mouth catching Dean’s bottom lip and sucking it for a second, before he claims his mouth with a kiss, hard and possessive. He tastes himself on Dean’s tongue and feels himself getting hard again.

“Fuck, I love it when you manhandle me,” Dean breathes against his lips, a light flush crawling up his neck. He gets comfortable on Sam’s lap, his muscular legs on either side of Sam’s, his weight grounding and comforting above him. His hands grasp at Sam’s t-shirt, twisting the fabric, and tug Sam closer. Sam feels shivery under his brother’s ministrations - Dean’s kisses are as possessive, languid, smooth strokes of his tongue and experienced pulls of his lips on Sam’s own.

Then Dean takes one of Sam’s hands and brings it to his groin, past the unzipped jeans and right down his boxers. Sam can feel how dripping wet he is through the fabric of his underwear. “I want your cock inside me, Sam. Had to jerk off on the way here ‘cause I couldn’t get you out of my head, couldn’t wait to get back to you.”

Dean isn’t prepared for the way Sam suddenly grabs his shoulders and pushes him flat on the couch, and Sam’s right behind him, presses their lips together in a bruising kiss. Dean kisses him back as his hands quickly take off his jeans, his hands going straight for Sam’s dick next, slick with his saliva and already leaking.

Sam slides his hands under Dean’s shirt, rakes the fabric up to reveal his brother’s taut stomach and chest. He slides his fingers across his scars, flicks Dean’s nipples with his thumbs and that earns him more gasps, more moans that sound like Sammy and baby. Sam’s hands descend along his torso, dottled with freckles and scars, to settle on his hips and squeeze. The bruises and hickeys Sam had left last time are long gone, but Sam doesn’t mind. He’ll mark that body over and over, he’ll keep marking Dean for the both of them, since they don’t want Jessica to become suspicious of him. Besides, Dean’s not ashamed, doesn’t try to hide or cover them. On the contrary, he wears them with pride. Blaming them on monsters has always worked so far.

“Want your cock, Sammy- I fucking need it,” Dean moans, as he opens his legs wider for Sam, and the ragged sound of his voice sends want cascading over Sam, thick and warm and dizzying. Sam can’t wait anymore, he takes his cock in his hands and brushes the tip against Dean's, against his folds, and finally aligns himself against his leaking hole.

“Fill me up with that big fat cock of yours, Sammy.”

Before Dean’s finished, Sam has already started pushing in. One rough, deep thrust of his hips and he’s balls deep in his brother. He tries to bite down a pleasured moan as Dean’s hot, tight body clenches around him. “You feel so good, Dean,” Sam says, moving his mouth along Dean’s jaw. “So tight…”

He bites and laps the skin there, letting Dean get adjusted to his cock inside him - Dean might have a big mouth, but they haven’t done it in a while and Sam’s a lot to handle. So, despite the urge and Dean’s words, Sam gives him time.

Then Dean moans and arches his back, working his hips in Sam’s hands, demanding Sam to move. Desire coils low in his stomach as Sam closes his eyes and drops his head to Dean’s chest - right above his heart. And then he moves, throws his weight behind his thrusts and holds him as he snaps his hips in quick, hard thrusts.

“Fuck, you fill me up so good, baby- so good for me, so perfect,” Dean pants, and suddenly he’s gasping, and Sam angles his hips to hit that spot again and again until Dean’s bucking into each thrust and biting back cries, his body trembling, shaking and tightening all around him. Because of him.

Dean’s starting to get too loud, so Sam turns his head to catch his brother’s lips and kisses him deeply, swallowing his groans as he fucks him harder and deeper. He can feel Dean tightening, and it’s pushing him close too, so Sam leans against his elbows to cradle Dean’s face in his hands, and watches him come apart beneath him, pulsing hot and hard around Sam’s cock.

All it takes for Sam is Dean to whimper out his name, a few more frantic thrusts, and Sam’s coming too - the sensation so blinding and pure it nearly knocks him right out. His arms give in and he slumps against his brother, his breath in soft panting gasps against the sweaty skin of Dean’s neck.

As they’re laying there to catch their breath, both of them shaking, Dean once again takes one of his hands to bring it down between his legs, letting him touch and feel the mess he’s made. Sam feels pride swell in his chest, almost as bright as the orgasm that just shook his body.

When he has his breath under control, Sam opens his eyes to find Dean watching him. His lips are curled in an affectionate, sated grin, and as Sam returns the smile he feels himself lose in those pretty green eyes. Then Dean’s hands slide up to hold his neck and bring him up, and the kiss Dean gives him is so tender it makes Sam’s head dizzy.

They lay there, in comfortable silence, and when they start to feel cold Sam drapes one of the clean blankets above them. Sam nuzzles against him, inhales his scent - sex, cologne, gun powder, leather - and he’s home.

It takes a while for Sam’s contentment to morph into something more bitter, as it always does. Even if he’s got his brother in his arms, right where he wants him, Sam already misses him.

“Stay,” Sam finds himself asking in a whisper.

For the night.

Forever.

With me.

Sam doesn’t say. He doesn’t need to.

He asks him every single time, even if he already knows the answer. Sam’s got a life here, a girlfriend, a future, Dean had told him the first time he asked. Dean doesn’t fit in, never has and never will. And besides, their dad needs him.

But Dean can’t keep himself away from his little brother for long, and Sam had made it clear he didn’t want him to anyway. Far from it. So Sam asks, every time, hoping against hope. Because Dean always comes back to him no matter how far away or how long the family business keeps him from Sam.

“Can’t,” Dean murmurs, places a kiss against Sam’s temple. “Gotta get back to John. He’s already got a new job.”

Sam wants to protest, but he thinks better of it. They’re both stubborn and Sam’s not going to change his mind tonight.

“You’re heavy,” Dean grunts after a while, and even if he shifts under Sam he doesn’t push him away. Instead, he slides his arm to rest it around Sam’s shoulder to hold him closer to his chest. It’s hot, almost uncomfortably so, and they’re both covered in sweat and their own fluids and the couch is a mess, but there’s nowhere else in the world Sam wants to be.

“Shut up.”

“Bitch.”

“Jerk,” Sam sighs, sleepy and content, and slowly falls asleep to the sound of Dean’s heart.

When Sam rouses from his sleep, the sun is already shining through the curtains and Dean is long gone.

Sam gets on with his day, his life. And he waits for his brother’s next text message.

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creepswrites · 1 year

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Billy loomis x reader where she’s a very introverted person and it kind of messes up his plans at the party that night everything went down

i tend to write billy a very specific way, which is why i haven't written very much for him, but i hope you enjoy this! he's very interesting to write for! mayb in the future i'll do a story and touch on his mind more, we'll see

BILLY LOOMIS with a F! S/O who is very introverted

“Dude, when’s she gettin’ outta here?” Stu whisper-yelled at Billy, jerking his thumb over in your direction. “We gotta get a move on and you said she’d be gone by now?”

“I know, I know,” Billy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew bringing you along to the party would make his plans with Stu far more complicated than necessary, but it would look bad showing up without you. He cared about you - shockingly, after all he wasn’t exactly fond of most people - and he didn’t want you getting roped into his shit.

He wanted you to go home with some group of girls who left earlier but you had been too terrified to ask them for a ride. So, there you sat in the kitchen, sipping on a vodka lemonade without a care in the world, blissfully oblivious to your boyfriend’s plot to murder.

Billy sighed, turning his head to look at Stu. The two were sat on a couch as Randy talked about some horror movie to the remain few guests. Of course, soon word would reach them about their dead principal and Billy had no doubt they’d take off to go see. This had all been planned meticulously for months in advance.

He knew it wasn’t your fault for screwing it up. You didn’t know, that was the whole point. Problem was how to get you out. “Is Tatum still… around?” Billy asked Stu with a hard look.

Stu blinked once. Twice. “Dude I told you, I didn’t want anything happenin’ to her.” His voice was low. “If you want her gone, dude, that’s on y-“

“No, no, I mean,” Billy huffed, “if she’s still here, maybe she can take my girl home. Two birds, one stone, ya feel?”

Realization dawned on Stu’s face. “Oh, yeah, I getcha! I’ll go find her.” He stood with a dramatic flair, attracting Randy’s attention. “I’ll be right back~” He said, walking backwards towards the stairs, earning laughs from the people around the couch.

Billy just smirked to himself and focused on his red solo cup. Coca Cola wasn’t his favorite but he needed to blend in. As he took a drink, you slipped into Stu’s place. Dark eyes followed your movement as you snuggled closer. “You okay?” He asked softly.

Now, very few people knew Billy beneath his surface level. His real thoughts and feelings. Stu knew more than most people but no one had ever seen him completely. It made him feel safer. Like his disguise was working. Dating Sydney had been a welcome distraction, another piece of his plan perfectly in place. So her dumping him hadn’t been expected.

Finding you wasn’t either. But he was attracted to something about you. Something in his gut that told him he might be able to trust you with his darkness. Let you in on his and Stu’s work one day, when you could all look back on tonight as just a faint memory.

Not now though. Right now, he needed to protect you.

While he’d planned on killing Tatum for a nice, clean finish, Stu had been resistant to the idea. Your very presence may have just spared her from any involvement. Stu liked her and didn’t want to hurt her but, unlike Billy, he was aware he might have to cut his losses.

Your introverted nature may have given Tatum a chance to walk away.

“You okay, doll?” Billy asked you softly, curling an arm around your shoulder.

You slid more into his side, scrunching your face up slightly. “I’m… not a big party person.”

He chuckled, a warm sound he had practiced. “I know. It’s why I’m glad you came with me. I- I know its really outta your comfort zone, but I appreciate you coming with me.” Billy kissed the top of your head, resting his chin there. “Next date, you can pick.”

A soft giggle from you made him smirk. “Is this a date?” You teased, tracing odd patterns on his jeans. “Odd date for an odd guy, hm?”

Oh, if only you knew.

Stu smacked his hands down on the back of the leather couch, making you jump and making Billy shoot him an annoyed look. “Hey, uh, Billy?” Stu bit at his lip nervously, Tatum looking clearly worried over his shoulder. "Sydney's upstairs getting sick in the bathroom."

Billy frowned, scanning Stu's face and noting the ghost of a smile there. While he'd broken up with Sydney weeks ago, they still needed her for the final act. So they'd slipped her something that'd make her throw up but not do any real damage to her. A last minute adjustment to the plan but, sometimes, Stu had good ideas.

Quickly, Billy put on a face of alarm. "Oh shit, did something happen?

Stu shrugged. "Hard to say. Think she might need some help."

Tatum gagged lightly. "I love Syd, but no way. That's gross. I just wanna go home."

"Aww, not stayin' the night?" Stu teased, wrapping an arm around her waist. He kissed her temple as she looked at you.

You and Tatum got along fairly well. Being girlfriends of two best friends meant you two would have an easier time getting along versus hating each other. Besides, Tatum knew it wasn't your fault Syd was paranoid and broke up with Billy.

"Would you mind driving her home for me, Tatum?" Billy asked softly, brushing hair back behind your ear. "I should make sure Syd gets home alright and I don't wanna leave you here alone." Billy kissed your forehead softly.

You frowned slightly. "Are you sure? I don't mind helping."

Billy smiled at you, his perfectly practiced smile reassuring you. "I'm sure. I was gonna leave anyways. How 'bout I head over to your place after I help out Syd?" He asked, a smirk growing on his face.

You blushed as Stu giggled obnoxiously, him and Tatum gagging over the two of you. As if they weren't the king and queen of disgusting couples things.

Tatum took your arm and dragged you off the couch and towards the door. "You better make sure Syd gets home safe." She pointed a delicately painted nail at Billy and Stu.

Billy held up his hands placatingly. "So long as you get my girl home safe. Deal?"

Stu laughed and Tatum rolled her eyes, hooking elbows with you as the two of you marched out of the house. You liked Tatum, since she wasn't afraid to speak her mind and always defended you. She, of course, made sure you got home safe and sound. When you'd finally gotten home, you took a quick shower, changed into pajamas, and fell into bed.

You didn't even notice you'd fallen asleep until you woke up to the sun's harsh rays beaming down on your eyes from your bedroom window. A pang of concern came over you when you realized Billy hadn't come over.

Quietly, you padded down the stairs and saw your mother and father's eyes glued to the television. It looked like whatever had their attention had interrupted your dad heading to work and your mom from cooking breakfast. As you stepped closer to ask what was wrong, you heard the newscaster's voice.

"...police confirmed the killer to be Neil Prescott who broke into the house and killed five people - including his daughter Sydney - and then himself. The only two survivors were Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, whom authorities say are currently hospitalized due to injuries."

You stopped listening, adrenaline coursing through you and your heart pounded as you stared at the screen. Oh god, Sydney's dad killed all those people? His own daughter? You bolted for the door, not even bothering to change out of your pajamas as you made your way to your car. The hospital would no doubt be open, you thought as you backed out of the driveway.

All you could think of was that you needed to see if Billy was okay.

#🔪 creeps writes #slasher x reader #slasher fanfiction #slasher x s/o #scream 1996 #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x you #stu macher #tatum riley #she's here for like. two minutes.

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superhaught · 2 months

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Breaking Down

(GIF by jamie-hayter)

Pairing(s): Leighton x Tatum, Leighton & Reader

Warnings: anxiety attack, slight angst

Word Count: 1900, Part 1/?

Part 2 / Part 3

Anonymous asked: Can you write about Leighton having a panic attack just after coming out to her dad in front of Tatum and Tatum's father ? Hurt comfort ?

Leighton was quiet for the remainder of the dinner. She smiled when she had to and answered politely when prompted to. Tatum kept glancing her way, brows knit together in concern. Leighton met her eyes and mouthed “I’m fine,” feigning a pleasant demeanor.

But she wasn’t fine. Far from it, actually. She didn’t want to come out. She didn’t want the fallout. She didn’t even realize she was saying it until it was too late and the words were already vomited out.

I’m gay.

The look on her dads face was seared into her mind. He wasn’t disgusted or anything that horrible, he was just… shocked. But what did she have to complain about? Him needing to take a few moments to process on the bench outside of the restaurant was hardly a traumatizing reaction. When she had gone out there to check on him, he was so quick to assure her that he loved and supported her. So why did she still feel like her insides were boiling?

Leighton was the last to stand up from the table, not realizing right away that the bill had long since been paid and they were starting to say their goodbyes. Tatum’s dad shook Leighton’s hand and gave her a polite pat on her back, saying something like, “I’m happy to have met you, Leighton. I think you’ll be very good for my daughter.” She smiled and nodded while repeatedly counting to twenty in her head.

Tatum gave Leighton’s upper arm a slight squeeze and whispered, “can I borrow you over here for a sec?”

Leighton nodded blankly, Tatum pulled her away to quiet a corner of the restaurant lobby while their dads continued to chat happily about the good old days.

“Hey, are you alright?”

“What?” Leighton asked, taking too long to process Tatum’s words, “oh, yeah. I’m fine, really.”

“You don’t seem fine…”

“Well, I am.” Leighton snapped. She didn’t mean to come across as harsh. She just… didn’t want to get into it. “Sorry… I am fine. That went as well as I could’ve hoped, so… it’s all good.”

Tatum raised an eyebrow, “Okay, but whatever you’re feeling is valid, you know? A neutral, or even a positive reaction doesn’t always make coming out any easier.”

Leighton inhaled through her nose and sandwiched Tatum’s hand in hers, “I’m feeling fine, Tatum. Really. I’m glad my dad knows, and I’m sure I’ll talk to my mom and brother soon. This is good.”

Leighton wasn’t lying, exactly. But that was far from the whole truth. She just didn’t know right now. She didn’t know how she was really feeling. She didn’t know why she didn’t want to be honest with Tatum about that. She didn’t know why she felt like all of the air was being sucked out of the room.

“Alright,” Tatum conceded, “well, just call me if you need anything, okay? I’m gonna go back with my dad to his hotel for another drink. See you later, babe.” Tatum gave a quick, chaste kiss that landed on the corner of Leighton’s mouth.

Leighton nodded. Eleven. Twelve. Thirteen.

She said goodbye to her dad as he climbed into the back of his ride back to his hotel. Eighteen. Nineteen. Twenty.

Leighton started walking back to campus on her own. One. Two. Three. Four.

She was nearly back at her dorm but she felt like her ribs were being compressed. The tips of her fingers were all pins and needles. She couldn’t get a full breath anymore.

Leighton sat down on a bench and gripped the edge of the seat with white knuckles.

You were on your way to your dorm from the library, finally finishing a study session for your upcoming chem exam. You usually never run into anyone on the path that you take but not this night.

Sat upon a bench next to the sidewalk was a blonde, hunched over with her head in her hands. You quickly recognized her; Leighton Murray was shaking and hyperventilating.

You look around quickly and then rush over to the bench, tossing your bag onto the ground and kneeling down in front of her.

“Leighton? Hey, Leighton… are you okay?” you ask softly.

The blonde gasped and sniffled, quickly sitting up and wiping her cheeks on the sleeve of her shirt. She muttered under her breath, “shit…”

“Are you hurt? Sick?”

She shook her head. She still wasn’t breathing normally. You felt like you recognized what might be happening, “Leighton, could you be having a panic attack?”

She nodded at this.

You didn’t know Leighton, well. You had been to some of the same events and parties. Run in some of the same circles. But you knew panic attacks. You knew what you would want someone to do for you.

You sat down on the bench next to her, “is it okay if I touch you?”

She didn’t respond immediately but she eventually nodded. You took off your jacket and draped it around her, and then wrapped your arms around her shoulders and started to give her a squeezing hug. At the contact, she quickly melted into you and started to sob. You weren’t surprised by this, you would’ve done the same.

“I want you to try breathing with me, okay? Just try to slow down, and breathe deeper…” you whispered. You made the pattern of your breathing obvious so that she could try to follow you, “try to match me, you’re doing great.”

You seemed to be helping. It took some time but she was able to focus on matching her breathing to yours.

Leighton coughed. You reached for your bag without pulling too far away from her and got your water bottle out, “do you want some water? It’ll help.”

She nodded and reached for it. You unscrewed the cap for her and she took it and poured water into her mouth.

She was quiet for another minute or so and took another drink before handing the bottle back to you. Her voice was shaky but her breathing seemed to have settled.

“Thank you…”

You nod, “Course, are you feeling better?”

“Mhmm…” she paused and wiped her face again, “why did you help me? You don’t even know me…”

You shrug, “I wasn’t just going to walk by.”

“How did you know what to do?”

“I’ve had panic attacks before. In my experience, they’re a lot scarier when you’re alone.”

She nodded and sat up a little straighter, “I must look like a fucking mess… I don’t like to let anyone see me like this.”

You can’t help but chuckle a little, “like what?”

She scoffed, “crying, my makeup running down my face…”

“Ohhh, you mean you don’t like people seeing you look human?” you tease, nudging her arm slightly.

Leighton laughed and wiped under her eyes with her thumbs.

“Here, if you’re so worried about it, I think I can help with that, too.” You rummage through your bag once more and produce a travel size pack of face wipes, handing them over to her.

She raised an eyebrow at you, “what are you? Some kind of genie for people having breakdowns?” Leighton took the wipes from your hand and cleaned her face.

You laugh, “No, nothing so glamorous. I just like being able to help when I can.”

She sighed, “well, it’s appreciated. Thank you, really. I kind of thought I was dying for a minute, is that stupid?”

“No, not at all. Panic attacks are mean like that. Have you had one before?”

“I guess so, now that I think about it.”

“I’m sorry to hear that, they’re no fun.”

“Yeah…” she took a deep breath, “I’m so sorry, I feel like an asshole, I don’t even know your name.”

You tell her not to worry about it and introduce yourself.

“What dorm are you heading to? Can I walk you back? Make sure you get there okay?”

She looks a little taken aback by your offer but she nods, “that would be really nice, actually, yeah.”

You stand and start walking. Leighton immediately groans, “god why am I wearing heels? Gimme a sec…” You stop as Leighton bends down to take her shoes off and resigns herself to finishing the walk barefoot.

“Oh gosh, no way you’re walking across a college campus barefoot, you’re taking my sneakers.”

Before she has a chance to protest, you’re already taking off your Adidas and passing them to her.

“What? Then you’re barefoot, that’s stupid!”

“I’m wearing socks, and this isn’t up for discussion. Just take them, please? I’ll carry your heels.”

Leighton stares at you like you’re an alien. To you, this doesn’t even seem like a big deal, but it clearly means something to her.

She shakes her head incredulously and slides your sneakers on her feet as you take her heels from her. You then continue the walk to her dorm building in silence for a bit.

“You’re… strange…” Leighton finally says.

“I am?”

“Yes. You’re not like most other people here. I feel like… you’re one of the only people I’ve met who isn’t completely self-interested.”

“Huh. Maybe you’re right. Maybe you’re just meeting shitty people, though.”

“Maybe… My roommates are pretty good, but they might’ve only given me a chance after I bought them all iPads.”

“I’m sorry, you did what?”

“Oh, I bought their forgiveness with iPads. I think… I think I might be the most self-interested person here, actually.”

You shake your head, “no. No way.”

“How can you be so sure?”

“Eh, I have a hunch. For one, I don’t think you’d still be talking to me if you were really as self-absorbed as you say. Also, I find that people who are completely self-interested, usually lack the self-awareness required for panic attacks to happen.”

She thinks about your words for a while and then shrugs, “I still think you’re strange. I’d rather believe that you’re the anomaly in the system and continue to pretend that I fit in just fine with the student body here.”

You smile, “you’re lucky that I take that as a compliment, Leighton Murray.”

You reach her building and she turns to face you, handing you her phone, “put your number in.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah… honestly, there’s no one else I’d rather go to if I find myself in that kind of situation again. Is… is that okay?”

She looks vulnerable then. You get the sense that you’ve seen a side of Leighton Murray that no one else is privy to.

“Sure, Leighton. That’s totally okay. You can come to me for other stuff, too, though. If you just want to talk, or hang out. I can be a strange friend as well as a strange emotional breakdown genie.”

She laughs. You take note of how light and sweet her laugh is. It makes your stomach float a little.

You put your contact information into her phone while she takes your sneakers off of her feet and then you trade belongings back, returning her phone and heels to her, “I hope you have a good night, Leighton. Try to get some good sleep, you’ll feel better for it.”

She smiles softly, “Thanks, genie. You too.” You watch her go inside the building before you walk away. You let out a sigh and think to yourself a sentiment that you don’t realize you share with a majority of the sapphic community at Essex: goddamn Leighton Murray.

Next Chapter

#leighton murray #leighton murray fanfiction #leighton x tatum #leighton murray & reader #leighton murray angst #my writing #writing requests #request fulfilled #slocg #renee rapp

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luwritesomething · 1 year

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HOW DIFFERENT SCREAM CHARACTERS WOULD CUDDLE WITH READER.

hi !!! since i haven't gotten any requests out this weekend due to schoolwork, i decided to make these short headcanons for the main friend group in scream 1 + mickey altieri. i'll soon start writing all your requests !!!

Sidney Prescott

listen i have the feeling that she's great at cuddles for some reason.

we know for a fact that after her mother she started rejecting sexual touches or advances, but she most definetely loves cuddles.

it would be so natural for her to start cuddling if you two are together.

and she truly does enjoy physical touch, especially as a form of intimacy.

i think physical touch might just be her love language.

so she's always touching you lightly, stroking your hair, idk she's always physically there.

sid also leans a lot into you, like she does with billy at the fountain when they're talking about casey and steve

it's just natural for her.

chilling in bed with her arm around you might just be her favorite activity.

Tatum Riley

LISTEN,,, she loves cuddling you !!

she's really cuddle

tatum is very keen to physical contact with everyone, even people she doesn't know that well

so people she loves or is close too??? they're so spoiled with her touch.

probably likes bring the big spoon but doesn't mind to be the center of attention from time to time.

please cuddle her during her vulnerable to moments, all queens break </3

teases you a lot about liking her cuddles, especially if you've told her you do like them.

but in like,,, a loving and fun way.

she always has the widest smile in her face when you two are together, especially if you're alone and cuddling. this girl loves you so much <3

she also looks like someone comfortable to cuddle with

like, the kind of person that is soft and it all feels cozy and right.

Randy Meeks

i love him so much i have to write more for him.

i feel like randy in scream 1 was a bit more shy than he was in scream 2

so like,,, he will not initiate physical contact with you under no circumstances, you're gonna have to be the one

especially if you're in a relationship with him, he's gonna take everything so painfully slow

but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to cuddle you

heck, he's dying to cuddle you, he's just kind of waiting for the perfect moment to introduce it more and more. he's so silly i love him

once you do start cuddling he gets ADDICTED

please don't cuddle him while you guys are watching movies because he'll JUMP --- his body is in tension while watching movies, especially horror ones, so just... don't

but please come cuddle him while you're resting at the fountain with the others

and please come cuddle him when you stay for the night at his place

WILL get flustered if his little sister walks in on you two cuddling bc he just looks like the type

awkward moments are real with him. like, getting too hot because of the proximity and not bearing the heat, accidentally touching what's not to touch, all that stuff no one talks about when cuddling.

"randy, that's my butt."

"SORRY!"

"y/n, my arm is falling asleep, move"

Billy Loomis

he's touch starved, that's the starter

but also he's very picky about who he touches, when and how

assholy claims he doesn't cuddle like he's gonna get a fucking price or something

but he's actually a sucker for cuddles

the thing is he only ever cuddles with people he's known for a very very very very very very very long time

so there's that

please don't touch his hair while you guys cuddle, you'll get oil all over your hands

he's that motherfucker that will reject your touch and the next minute have his arm around your waist

because the fact is,,, billy is actually touchy

especially if he wants to get something

but anyways,,,

he'll cuddle you while you two watch movies, but eventually will stop since he'll rather put his whole attention in the movie

fortunately, billy is hyper aware while cuddling. no awkward moments will ever happen because he avoids touching what's not to touch every single time, and he'll do it so subtly too

he fell asleep in ten minutes the first time you guys cuddled.

that's a compliment since he almost never has his guard down, especially not during first times

please rub his back while cuddling !!!

Stu Macher

stu is probably the best one to cuddle

he's a very physical person and he loves cuddles

will beg for them if needed

but truth is, in your relationship cuddles came early and with the intention to stick around.

he just loves dropping anything he's doing to go cuddle you

will get bored soon, though, so shifting positions is a constant, and doing something else is a must.

please let him be the little spoon from time to time

he just wants to be held

please touch his hair while cuddling him !!!!!

whatever it is you're doing, come cuddle him !!!!!

"there's nothing a good cuddling session can't fix, babe"

will smile so brightly, too, because you just look so beautiful in his arms and all relaxed <3

Mickey Altieri

he's so smooth about every single move he makes in your relationship duwhdooqiw

will introduce cuddles slowly, but truth is, he has always been touching you

like,,, reassurance touches during classes, or when you guys are out with the others

somehow, he was always touching you

which gives away the fact that he loves physical contact

will cuddle you while watching movies with you, and will end up forgetting about them to instead focus on you

he always feels so calm when he has his arms around you, pulling you closer to him

mickey closes his eyes and smells your scent softly

and the first time he did so he blushed because he had never realized how much he liked you until then

will play with your hands

i don't know how to explain it but fidgeting with each other's hands and fingers is the best feelings ever

especially when cuddling

he laughs a lot when he cuddles you. he's very happy that he gets to do that with you

GOD, HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

marry the damn killer already

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kakashiislut · 6 months

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Who is it?~ GhostFace

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt 7

@simp4myself

Warnings: kissing, cheating, mentions of hands on body.

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You find yourself just staring. Staring in shock. It was….it was them. You knew it, you fucking knew it! Those looks they always share, the way they always have a sadistic look in their eyes, the way Stu was always making up for silence by being loud, the way Billy stared.

Stu…Stu was that ghost. Ghost Face? The one that killed Casey and Steven, the one who called syd, the one who attacked syd? But Billy seemed guilty too.

But how did Billy get in trouble for something Stu did?…wait. WAIT.

You placed your hands on top of your head, shutting your eyes and trying to stop the wave of emotions flowing. Stu and Billy?…sharing a costume…killing people?

That itchy feeling bloomed in your stomach again.

Hearing a bang you slammed your head towards the door.

“Alcohol…ya alcohol…” you mumbled, shutting the closet where Stu…no ghost face stored all his stuff. You ran to lay on the floor and shove your arm under stus bed.

“HEY! What’s taking you so long?” Stu busted open the door quickly.

“Oh- I’m sorry…I guess my arm isn’t long enough to reach and I didn’t wanna move your bed- and I also didn’t wanna bother you or anyone else, so I thought if I just-“

“Relax!!! I got it!” His face seemed so joyful, was it all true?…

You moved a bit and watched as he laid his slender body on the floor and reached his hand under his fairly clean bed.

His hand brushed yours just a bit, yet it didn’t stop him from making a snarky comment.

“Oo you must like me…” he giggled.

“I do…” you teased, biting your lip hilariously.

“…well I mean…Tate and everyone are downstairs…”

He retracted his arm from under the bed, holding a slightly dusty bottle of wine. Apparently he’s had it since he was 12.

“What do you mean” you both sat on your knees staring at eachother.

“I mean…we can like…” Stu suddenly leaned in.

When his lips touched yours, you just let him. You let him softly kiss you, almost like he wasn’t sure if you’d flip out.

“Hey..wait…” you pulled away a bit and his lips hovered yours.

“Y-ya?..”

“Can I put my hand up your shirt?..”

“HO HO HO! Hell ya!” You were quick to put your hand over his mouth.

“Okay…”

“Okay..”

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xariarte · 18 days

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Jayson Tatum and Jaylen Brown as a text post meme duo

(shoutout to @fastbreakpoints posts on the Jays...especially the ones with the Taylor Swift tags ✨)

#they were originally split up into two text posts but i changed my mind...i like this better!!#someone pls write more jays fanfic on ao3 😩#first time putting in lyrics...will be continuing that trend for the other ones if i can #jayson tatum #jaylen brown #the jays #xariarte edits

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bisexual-horror-fan · 1 year

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"Lessons In Faking It Redux." Reverse!Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader.

Well, hello, hello, hello! This is so exciting! The very first fic of Multi-May! I chose to kick it off by doing a re-do of Lessons In Faking It. This was supposed to be a collab with an old friend, I was to do the set up and they were supposed to do part two but I wrote this back in August of 2021 so I doubt they are gonna get to it, so expect ME doing part two later this month! So let’s get into it.

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Part Two, "A Lack Of Climax In Act Three" is here!

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Rating. Explicit. Length. 4.8K. Reverse!Poly!Ghostface X FEM! AFAB! Reader. Warnings: Cheating. Lying. Faking. Dating. Angst. Hurt. Toxic Shit. Angst. Talk Of Murder Plots. Dirty Talk. Vaginal Fingering. Cunnilingus. Meanness. So Much Meanness. So Much Shit Talking. Threesomes. Face Sitting. Strap-On Sex. Possessiveness. Jealousy. Reclaiming. Sidney And Tatum Being Bitchy As Fuck. Apologies To Billy And Stu. I Love Them And Don’t Mean The Nasty Shit I Said.

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You couldn’t have asked for a nicer day really.

Currently you were walking in between them, Stu had an arm around your shoulders and your hand at your side as is Billy’s, fingers tangled together, you were all coming back from a little study date. The three of you had taken over a table outside the ice cream parlour next to the video store you all frequented, books sprawled out as you worked on your respective assignments. Easy conversation was shared as was laughter between melting bites of refreshingly cool and fruity sorbet.

It was a nice way to spend a warm afternoon, right now Stu was talking to Billy about something in a shared class they both had that you didn’t, and you just listened.

“I’m not saying there isn’t any merit in analysis but I don’t care about what the flower choices in this stupid book means, ya know?”

You rolled your eyes fondly, an action Stu definitely noticed but kept talking regardless, leaning down as he did so, “Why couldn’t the author be more forthright with that knowledge? If it was really fuckin’ important than the old prick would make it clear, not leave it up to high schoolers to parse in third period.”

Stu complained further as he held up the book he and Billy were both being forced to read in English and Billy agreed, simply with a nod, “I hear you man, but do you think you might be a bit too worked up over this one?”

Stu gasped, smacking his own chest with the book, "Billy, baby, are you defending this piece of shit, sorry excuse for a storyteller? Over me?"

"I'm just saying you're talking like the guy was writing it to piss you off specifically, it isn’t personal." Billy said with a casual shrug. Stu asks you, "Are you hearing this?"

"Oh I'm hearing it, alright." The tone makes Billy snicker and Stu scoff, "Unbelievable. Both my boyfriend AND girlfriend are against me."

You squeeze Billy’s hand and that had him glance down to you, a soft smile on his face, he gave a squeeze back in acknowledgement and you leaned closer into Stu as well who pulled his arm tighter around you.

Hmm. Cute.

Soon you were where you needed to be and in the process of saying good-bye to them, telling them it was a good time and you’d see them soon. They lingered as they always did, drawing out hugs and both taking the time to be all sweet, pressing farewell kisses to your mouth that were still a bit sticky from your afternoon snack and then they were off.

Both gave a wave as they called out, “Say hi to Sid and Tate, yeah?”

You smiled and called back, an enthusiastic wave of your own, “Yeah of course. Bye boys!”

Watching until they turned the corner and were out of sight, a sigh left you, shoulders dropping and your smile falling. You wiped over your mouth with the back of your hand, a slight sound of disgust leaving you as you tried to scrub off the feeling of their lips on yours.

You adjusted your bag on your shoulder as you headed up Sidney’s driveway, one word muttered under your breath, “Idiots.” If only they knew your true nature and what was in store for them.

They were just so unaware, if you had any semblance of a moral compass or a conscience you just might feel bad about it, or about what was to come. Good thing that petty things like that didn’t weigh you down. The door was unlocked with the key Sidney gave you months ago and you came in, shoes were taken off and you took a quick look around, they must be upstairs. In a minute’s time you were waltzing into Sidney’s bedroom.

You find Sidney on her bed, laying on her stomach, magazine open in front of her and Tatum sitting right next to her, reading over her shoulder. As soon as you enter, both are looking up to you, Tatum nudged Sidney as she said, “See, there she is.”

Tatum greeted you first with a smile, a warm and flirty call of, “Hey gorgeous.”

Sidney followed up, significantly less pleased, “Hi.” She flipped the magazine closed then asked, “Took you long enough, what happened?”

You dropped your bag and came over, hands already outstretched and an apologetic look thrown their way. “Hey. So sorry but you know how those two can be, they just don’t shut up, it took me a while to squirm away.”

A knee on the mattress you leaned down, you can recognize the look in the blonde’s eyes and you moved down to give her what she is silently asking for, just as she always did when you had been apart for an extended period of time. You pressed a kiss to Tatum’s lips, hands cradling her face, satisfying her adorable need for a kiss hello before releasing her, leaning down further still and brushing some hair aside before placing one on Sidney’s forehead. “Forgive me?”

“You’re lucky that you are so cute.” Sidney said with a shake of her head and a fond smile on her face, she sat up and you asked hopefully, “So all is forgiven?”

She slung an arm around your shoulders, not unlike Stu did earlier, as she said, “Yeah, yeah all’s forgiven.”

You moved closer into her, a kiss placed on her jaw as you said, “Thank you.” A hum of acknowledgement from her, obviously enjoying how close you were, clearly she had missed you too.

“Besides, how could we ever stay mad at you when you work so hard for us?” Tatum reached out, hand meeting your cheek and yeah she was right.

The reality is that your relationship with Billy and Stu was all a ruse, totally false on your end, you were actually with Sidney and Tatum, and your two girlfriends have a very particular ‘hobby’ that you helped facilitate. They had this grand plan and you were such an important and integral part to make sure it went off without a hitch. Sidney had beef with Billy and his family, with what happened with her mother, she wanted to ruin his fucking life, tear it all apart and with a twist of her ankle; crush the pieces under the heel of her boot until there was nothing but minor traces of blood and viscera smashed into concrete.

Tatum had always been there for Sidney, they had been friends forever and she had been in love with her for years, she was there for Sidney through it all. When Sidney spilled her metaphorical guts and told Tatum everything she was feeling and thinking, all the horribleness she wanted to engage in, the hurt and pain she wanted to inflict on Billy’s family at the end of a knife for breaking up her own family and destroying her life, Tatum simply asked her, “Well when do we start?”

Everyone needs a best friend like Tatum really. Was there anyone more ride or die than Tatum Riley? You weren’t sure, she was just so damn supportive of you and Sid, totally in your corner, would do anything for you both and you felt the same way, would do anything for them.

Maureen Prescott has a bad reputation, and not without good reason, not like you’d ever say that to Sidney, but she did fuck Billy’s dad while both of them were married to other people. Sidney’s dad found out and their marriage crumbled, Sid’s mom split, leaving her totally fucking heartbroken, she felt so abandoned and so angry. She placed that blame on Mrs.Loomis, was it fair?

Not necessarily but hey she was hurting and what kind of average person jumps right to murder anyway, the logic of, “If she kept him satisfied he never would have cheated and broken up MY fucking family” made sense to her.

Since she lost her mom she felt it only appropriate that Billy lose his. They told you all the grisly details of it, the sounds she made, the small amount of fight she put up, Sidney gleefully telling you how she not only bled like a stuck pig but “-she looked and squealed like one too.”

Tatum joined in to tell you that, “It was a great date night, we felt a lot closer after that.”

The plan went off perfectly, no suspicion on them and now that it was almost a full year later, nearly the anniversary of Mrs.Loomis’ death it was onto the next phase of the plan.

Kill, cut, rip, tear and maim, a violent bloodbath and make it look like it, all of it, was the fault of one Mr.Loomis. You were brought into the plan to pile it on, really make it hurt, there to be with Billy and help make the betrayal of it hurt all the more before they killed him too. Getting to that point of your involvement and trust wasn’t easy but you more than proved yourself and earned it.

Sidney and Billy dated for a while but when shit hit the fan their relationship ended in short order, her mom bailed and Sid just couldn’t stand it, couldn’t tolerate being with him like that. She wanted to really make this whole thing as painful as possible and you pretending to be with him, pretending to care, fake dating him would be the cherry on top. Sidney was dying to see the look of betrayal on Billy’s face when he learns his sweet girlfriend was faking literally everything for months and not only that but was entangled with his mothers killers.

Tatum had dated Stu briefly herself but it didn’t last long, originally you were only supposed to get with Billy, the Stu thing just kind of happened and after a talk it was decided that hey it was even better to ol Sid and Tate.

You getting involved with both of them, forming that little triad, it would be all the more deliciously painful when you revealed that it was all for show, that you had been in on the plan. It would make it hurt so much worse when it all came crashing down around the pair of them.

Could anyone truly blame Sidney Prescott for wanting to rip Billy Loomis’ fucking heart out and crush it in her hands right before his very eyes? Well sure a lot of people could, but not Tatum.

Not you.

You hadn’t known them or been friends with them as long as they had been with each other but you were just as invested, cared just as much, were so into the both of them. When they shared the plan of what they wanted to do you were already in so deep, so utterly smitten with them both that when they mentioned they had wanted your help, you didn’t need much convincing.

The next feeling was a familiar one, Sidney’s arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer, your back to her chest, her legs on either side of your hips, her face in the crook of your neck, snuggling closer still. “I hate when you smell like him.”

Ah yes, this kind of thing happens often. Both of them, but especially Sidney feels this intense need to reclaim you, this incessant urge to mark you as hers and Tatum’s again, make it so you smelt like them, could taste only them on your tongue. She craves to make you say their names over and over again in every fashion imaginable, like a sigh and a curse and just overwhelm you with feeling until there is nothing on your mind other than them.

Overloading you with sensation was their favourite pastime other than that aforementioned hobby.

You loved it too.

“What are you gonna do about that?” You teased and Tatum was closing in on you too, her hands resting on the tops of your thighs, “Ooh I think we both have lots of ideas to fix that little problem.”

You were very sure about that. A big grin as you say, “Oh I bet.”

Hands reach out, your fingers curling in the straps of Tatum’s tank top and using them to pull her to you, kissing her. You didn’t get a good feel or taste from that small peck earlier but now you realise the lip gloss she had on today tasted like peaches and it made you let out a small and satisfied hum.

Sidney’s hands started to wander, one sliding up your side leisurely, under your shirt and the other running down and touching your inner thigh, she had started to kiss the side of your neck, you could still feel how tense she was. She muttered out, “Hate his stupid fucking cologne.”

Tatum pulled back from your kiss with a laugh, you love her smile when she is like this, “God, right? Does he drown himself in the stuff or what?”

You couldn’t stifle your giggle, he kinda did. "Seriously what is that God awful scent he favours?" You ask and Sidney fills in the blank, quick wit as always, "Eau de asshole. Obviously."

Tatum was still so close, her nose on yours and you pressed another kiss to the corner of her mouth between you both giggling over Sidney’s joke. Your mouth moved along her jaw and by this point, they always ended up doing this. Would talk down about Billy and Stu so much after you saw them, it was kind of part and parcel at this point.

Sidney’s hand had made it between your thighs by now, feeling you up over your pants, you pushed your hips up, tilting more into her touch, the light friction was good. She wasn't overly gentle with you, and knew just how to get to you. Her other hand was up your shirt, palming one of your tits through your bra and then came another part that you were all too used to, relaying what happened to them.

“What’d they have to say this time?” Tatum asked, tone much more amused, her hands were on your hips, you having paused your assault of affection, too caught up in the feeling which led Tatum to watch as Sidney’s hands worked you over. She loved to watch you both together, something about it was just so hot, and also made her feel so warm too, she took in the view and you started to reply to her question.

“Nothing interesting-” Sidney bit down on the side of your throat and it made your sentence stop with a sharp inhale of air before continuing on, “-stupid shit about assignments and classes, dumb jokes, dumber movie opinions, you know how it goes.”

Your head tilted back, exposing more of your throat to her and the hand between your thighs pressed a bit harder, focusing a little more and as her other hand was rolling one of your nipples between her fingers you completely forgot what you were talking about.

“I don’t know how you put up with it.” Tatum hummed and Sidney scoffed, “I dunno how WE put up with it back then.”

She pulled back from your throat as she spoke up, “Truly, what would we do without you?”

You couldn’t help it, loved it when they praised you, would flourish under their attention, you let out a sigh and said, “Just be glad you don’t have to find out. I’m not going anywhere.”

They both liked to hear that and Tatum hooked her fingers in your belt loops and tugged just like you had done to her top earlier, asking with no small amount of heat, “You down for some practice?”

Oh nothing sounded better. You needed this right now. You gave an enthusiastic nod, “God yes, please?”

“So eager.” You could hear the slight smirk in Sidney’s tone, she was loosening up just a bit, good, you were glad. It was hard to stay in a bad mood with the prospect of what was to come right there.

You might be wondering what ‘practice’ with them entailed, what is it that you were practising for exactly?

It all stemmed from your idea initially, that you should lead them on, get so close to them and then ‘lose your virginity’ to them the night of the party, again another layer, more chance to truly hurt them. So this fun little exercise began, that first night you remember so well.

Sidney between your legs, hands resting on your spread thighs as Tatum was beside you on the couch, alternating between kissing you and whispering in your ear as her fingers dragged over your exposed skin. The feeling her hands left in their wake was a lot to handle, you weren’t sure if you wanted to wiggle away or lean into it, Sidney was eating you out beautifully and there was your shared girlfriend, brushing some of your hair aside and whispering in your ear, “Feels good right?”

You nodded and almost whimpered, barely able to hide the sound and Tatum had her fingers under your chin, tilting your face to hers, God she was so beautiful like this, she spoke to you again, “You’re paying attention right?”

Another nod, you were certainly trying to. Her thumb brushed over your bottom lip and then Sid was doing something with her tongue that made your thighs tense and let a moan spill from your mouth, eyes unfocused and Tatum couldn’t be more into the sight, amused by how easily they could make you break apart for them. “Mmm good.”

Tatum kissed you and it was full of want, her hand still under your chin as her tongue got into the mix and you moaned into her open mouth as Sid started to ease two fingers into you. “Fuck-”

You breathed it out against Tatum’s lips and she pulled back, praising you, “Yeah like that, remember how you moaned just like that.”

You ended up coming so hard that night on Sidney’s tongue and fingers, you were barely floating down from your high when Sidney was looking up at you, head leaning on your thigh, her mouth was still wet from you as she said, “If you are able to fake it half as good as that they will totally buy it.”

So to ensure that you, their precious little partner in crime/girlfriend/actor would be up for the role, a lot more practising and rehearsals would be needed. Something you welcomed openly, you couldn't help how much you got off on it when they were like this, giving you instructions and leading you, telling you how best to act and pleasuring you so amazingly, praising you all the while.

It was enough to make your head swim right along with making your cunt drip.

You were a quick study and took direction well, you were sure you had it down pat but you weren’t about to stop them, not when reaping the benefits felt so fucking good.

The time you were sitting on Tatum’s face, her hands on your ass, you were grinding down onto her mouth, the question fell from your lips without you planning on it, “Be honest Tate, fuck, how’s Stu’s tongue?”

Your curiosity was something that you couldn’t shake, he almost always had that damn tongue hanging out of his mouth and you know just why he did it, to get you and anyone else thinking about what he might be capable of. Worst of all is that it worked, you had been thinking about it. Morbid curiosity got the better of you.

She pulled back, head falling back against the bed and she looked up at you, breathless laugh as she made eye contact with you and she asked, “Honestly?”

You replied with a small smile, “Honestly.”

A genuine want to know and she said it in that way that only she could, this particular kind of fire and bite behind it, obviously truthful and drawn from personal experience and fact, “Overrated.”

She laughed again and so did you until warm breath fans over slick skin the only warning of her intentions of continuing her assault on you. Her mouth latched back onto your clit and that laughter from you bled into a moan as she sucked indulgently. You asked later on if she was being serious and she told you that, “It’s a damn shame truly, honestly with some good direction he might actually be worth a damn at eating pussy. But as it stands right now? Don’t hold your breath for a mind blowing experience.”

You loved when she was so harsh.

Loved it so much you would openly encourage her and Sidney bad mouthing them. A different evening, a late night date had turned to another ‘rehearsal’ and Sidney’s hands were on your hips, slowly pushing the dildo of her strap-on into you, throwing your head back with a bite of your lip and a moan, eyes rolling back. You recall Tatum telling you to do that a different session as she instructed you and then finished it off by telling you, “-guys love that shit.”

Tatum had your head in her lap, playing with your hair and she gave a low whistle, “Look at you! Like a duck to water, you do that move and he might just cum on the spot.”

Sidney laughed, rolling her hips as she sinks inside you again, “Seriously, have you seen how hot she is? Might make Loomis cream his fucking jeans before he can even whip it out.”

Christ when she talked like that it did something to you.

Again you hoped you would be able to be convincing enough but they encouraged you so much and told you just how easy they would be to trick that any small and minute doubts you had kept melting every time you were sprawled between them.

The need overtook you and you looked up at Sidney as she started to move, hips pulling back before driving forward and it pulled a moan from you, a questioning gasp of, “Sid?”

She let out a hum, a harder thrust before she asked, “Yes, honey?” That somewhat sing-song and overly sweet tone, obviously enjoying herself, she was in a playful mood.

Looking up at her with the question falling off your tongue, “Tell me about it again?”

A light laugh, the sound of skin on skin as she didn’t stop, pace steady as she fucked into you, each plunge of sturdy silicone making another shock of sensation rush through you, “Oh did my little comment get you wanting? You want me to be mean?”

Tatum’s hands were sliding down your body and soon her fingers were between yours and Sid’s bodies, starting to circle your clit, making you buck under their shared effort with another ample moan and a shudder.

“Want me to shit-talk Billy “I-think-my-dick-is-God’s-gift-to-women” Loomis, huh?” She bites out, feeling a little breathless as she slams into you over and over.

Fuck yes you did want that. You begged for it, insanely needy, “Yes! Please?”

“Anything for you.” She sounded so warm, so affectionate. Tatum above you pressed harder and couldn’t hide her own smile as she said, “Oh this’ll be good.”

“Want me to tell you all about how he acts like he is hot shit? About how he talks about how he is gonna get you off soooo hard when his fingering technique is like he is digging for change in couch cushions?” Tatum and you both laughed, yours much more out of breath and strained, almost hiccupping in pleasure.

Sidney’s grip on your hips tightened, she fucked into you harder and between her consistent and steady pace, as well as grinding into that sweet spot and Tatum not letting up on your clit you wouldn’t be lasting very long. They were just too good at this point, and knew your body so well.

“Want me to tell you all about how he will act all concerned, all “Ooo I don’t wanna hurt you” talking like he is packing heat but it is just average-” Another hard thrust that ended in a grind, her leaning down breathing the next two words right in your ear, “-at best?”

“Fuck babe tell us how you really feel.” Tatum teased, you were way too into this, were unable to stop the small moans and curses and whines that left you, squirming under them and their conjoined effort.

They could be so mean and you adored it.

Tatum had shifted, one hand still working between your thighs and her other wrapped around the base of her own strap, pushing it against your lips, “If you want her to keep going you better start sucking, they’re probably gonna expect you to take them both at once.”

A few light smacks on your cheek with the flushed pink silicone and then you opened your mouth and let her slide in with ease. Her hand threaded in your hair and she tugged, “Make eye contact as you do it, slut. Make it convincing, I wanna believe that you need this dick more than you need air, got it?”

A weak nod and you pushed down further, looking at her, eyes pleading for more and moaning around the false cock approaching the back of your throat. You slowly pulled back, cheeks hollowing as you sucked obscenely, starting a slow but passionate pace and Tatum said, “Shit. That is good. You play the part so well, they won’t know what hit them”

Sidney let out a laugh, feeling you start to tremble in her grip, could feel how close you were getting, nails raking over your hips, she practically purred, “You’ll knock em dead, such a pretty little actress.”

“Actress? Try porn star.” Tatum fired back pulling another giggle from Sidney. You shouldn’t clench down on the strap like that or moan at her calling you a porn star but fuck, it made you want to whine.

But they weren’t the only ones who would talk shit. You joined in just as often. One night where you were focusing on them, putting those hands of yours to good use, you instigated it, your mouth pulled back from its place on Tatum’s chest and you looked up to her and Sid, taking in the sight of them kissing before saying, “Something happened with them today.”

You didn’t wait for a response, curling your fingers you pressed on and told them about your date earlier.

Billy had sat you and Stu down, with a confession in mind, he opened up by saying, “You and Stu mean so much to me I…I can’t tell you how thankful I am that you were here for me. That I’m not doing this alone, you’ve helped me out more than you know or I could say and just..I love you, both of you, so much.”

He positively poured his heart out to you and Stu and my lord, you couldn’t have been happier. You were giddy to tear away and run back to Sidney and Tatum to fill them in, just as you were right now.

You put on your best impression of him and mocked him, how he said and what he said and they swear in that moment they fell a bit harder for you than they had already.

It was perfect. Everything was going swimmingly. Tatum and Sidney were transfixed by you as you regaled them, hands still on each other but not moving. Shared wide eyes and enraptured as they listened, barely able to breathe, almost no sound leaving them unless a particularly good thrust of your fingers drew one out of them.

“You should have seen him. He looked pathetic! He was almost crying, still whining about his mother.” Your mouth was on Sidney’s thigh, kissing up as your fingers slid into Tatum deeper, “He’s so weak.”

No this wasn’t perfect.

You were.

They were the ones who couldn’t believe their luck. Having someone like you so fully devoted to them, so invested, so ready and willing, yeah there was probably one person in Woodsboro who was more ride or die than Tatum Riley and that was you. Sick, twisted, equally as fucked up, you.

As your tongue stroked up over Sidney’s leaking slit, a slow circle over her clit before pulling it between your plush lips and sucking deeply, you looked up at them and gave your own confession, your own soul bearing admission. This one not mocking as you made fun of Billy, this one was your own and totally honest, “I love you both so much.”

Your girlfriends were confident in one thing at that moment. That yes you were perfect for them, an amazing accomplice and an even better actor but they just knew that with them?

You’d never, ever fake it.

#BHF writing #Multi-May #Enjoy this redo!#I love how it came out and the updates I made to this #I added around a thousand words to this update #Reverse!Poly!Ghostface x reader #slasher x reader #Sidney Prescott X reader #Tatum Riley X reader

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#they are an item #poly scream #if anyone has fanfic recs for the five of them pls let me know #like I need to read about them bad enough I have almost started writing #anyways they all love each other #scream 1996 #billy loomis #sidney prescott #stu macher #tatum riley #randy meeks #billy x Sidney #stu x Tatum #billy x stu #Tatum x Sidney #randy x Sidney

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Dewey Riley x Reader

Sidney Prescotts' Big sister, who's the head of the fbi, so you know a lot about their friendgroup because you used to babysit them, and sidney and tatum tell you all the drama.

Gale was ur best friend until she wrote that book gale dates her camera man.

Unofficial relationship.

Tw, mentions of killings, blood, and stabbing.

"Just fuck off and get that camera away from my little sister and my house, you've already ruined our lives enough with that shitty book of yours, if you don't leave us alone I'll take down your full news show." I warn before I get in my car and drive off, heading towards the station flipping her off as I go.

"These killings are too difficult for us to deal with, so we've had to get the FBI involved." I hear sheriff Burke state, and that's when I walk through the doors with a small smile on my face, which only widens when I see Dewey.

"So, this is Agent Prescott." He continues, and i wave at everyone.

"But, in here, you guys can call me y/n." I tell them and everyone nods.

"So, I think first of all, we should narrow it down a little. Who would know Casey well enough to know where she lives and to also know where Steve lives?" I ask as I turn to the board on the wall and pull out a whiteboard pen, writing the words

'POTENTIAL SUSPECTS'

"Well, strangers wouldn't, unless they'd been stalking them." A man calls from behind me and I turn and let out a small laugh.

"If it was a stalker not close to them, there's a slim chance they'd know the number for caseys House phone." I tell him and he looks away embarrassed before dewey speaks up.

"Perhaps a jealous ex?" He asks, and I shoot him a large smile, which he returns before I turn to the board and write a single name, 'Stu Macher'.

"Only a few months prior to Casey and Steve's killings, Casey broke up with Stu for Steve, so potentially yes. Stu is a suspect." I say as I underline his name.

"But, the killer couldn't have done it alone. One would've killed Steve whilst the other prepared for the attack, and then they both would've needed to hang her from that tree, so who is Stu Machers best friend?" I ask, knowing only either dewey and I would be able to answer that one, but dewey is too sweet to admit it so I have to clear my throat and say it myself.

"Billy Loomis." I state as I scribble his name on the board, and a few people gasp.

Suddenly, the sheriff gasps.

"Okay, but what if it was Caseys mom or dad's ex, killing casey because they're jealous of what they have?" He quizzes and I let out a small laugh.

"You'd think im doing all the work on this case. Mr and Mrs Becker have been together since their high school years. It was both of their first relationships." I state, but then I begin to write on the board again.

"Potential Affair"

"But, Mr and Mrs Becker might've grown bored of their relationship, neither of them ever getting to explore something that wasn't each other, so we have a potential love affair on either the mom or dad's part." I then add, before I let out a little gasp, this idea isn't too bad.

"Sheriff, I want you to go to where the beckers have been placed and confiscate all of their phones, and I then want you to go through every single call log since the phone has been purchased." I tell him, and he nods before he points at one of the men, and they both quickly scurry out.

"What if it isn't any of that though, what if it was a girl who loved Steve?" One of the men ask and I shake my head.

"It was a man's killing, its obvious." I flatly say, confused on how they couldn't have easily spotted it.

"It's sloppy. Women's kills are much neater. They don't tend to draw as much blood, and if it was a girl in love with Steve, why also kill Steve?" I quiz, and the man quickly shakes his head, shutting up.

"We're not getting anywhere with this. All we've got is a girl bossing us around, i wouldn't be surprised if she's the one behind all the killings, yknow after what happened with her mom." I hear one of the boys snicker to dewey, who just rolls his eyes at him, which makes my stomach flutter in all sorts of ways.

"Thank you for that wonderful comment, but it's funny because this 'girl, that's bossing you around' is helping you get to the bottom of a bunch of murders, and I'm suspecting that the killer isn't gonna stop here after two, they're going to spiral out of control. I'm the head of the FBI, not just some silly girl who doesn't know what she's doing." I spit before I put the lid on the pen and sit it next to the board.

"Everyone take an hour for lunch. We're coming back to this." I say before walking out of the doors I walked in through and straight towards my car, where I unlock my door and climb in, grabbing my lunch from the back seats and quickly opening it and smiling at the sight of a sandwich with an apple, its not much for lunch but because of my work I don't tend to eat a big lunch incase I ever come across a gruesome sight.

Only moments later of me beginning to eat my lunch, dewey is tapping the window of the passengers side.

"It's open." I tell him, and he lets out a small awkward laugh before he lets himself in.

"You alright?" He quizzes, and I smile and nod at him.

"I just wish the killers were stupid enough to leave some sort of clues on who they are." I sigh before I shake my head.

"I'm gonna go to the scene, I've not been there yet, maybe I could find something, or atleast understand why." I say quickly and dewey just stares at me, his normally overly emotional face currently holding no emotions.

"If you're worried about Sidney, it's okay. I'm worried about tatum." Dewey tells me as he reaches out and places his hand on top of mine, which makes me smile slightly.

"I'm worried about all of them, I'm even worried about us. We don't know what age this killer is, so we don't know who they're gonna go after next." I mutter and dewey squeezes my hand.

"But we'll figure out who it is y/n, I know you can." Dewey says, and I gulp a little but nod.

"Yknow what, I could be doing with a coffee before we go to the scene. Do you want a coffee or anything? I can pay." I offer and dewey smiles and nods as I start up the car.

"I'll have the usual." He tells me, and I let out a laugh, by 'the usual.' He means a jet black coffee.

"I still don't know how you can drink that jet black shit." I tell him, and he just scoffs before I begin driving to our usual coffee place, we meet here probably like ten times a week to get coffee, deweys my safe person, I love him more than anything truly, but all we ever seem to come to is unofficial, but I'd do anything to tell dewey how much I love him, I genuinely mean it.

As I pull up to the drive-through, I roll down my window and clear my throat.

"Hello, what can I get for you?" The workers' voice rings through the speakers, and I smile and put on the same voice I use to tell people that I've found their child dead.

"Hiya, can I get two coffees, please? One black and one regular." I ask, and the girl lets out a small 'mhm!'

"Now, is that a small, medium, or large?" She goes onto ask, and I look at dewey and shrug. Normally, we'd get mediums, but I think today is a large sort of day.

"Both of them large, please." I answer, and the girl lets out another 'mhm'

"Okay, drive through to the next window to play, please. Your total will be $7.50." The girl says and I nod.

"Thank you." I say before driving towards the next window, where I feel my pockets for my wallet, and as I pull it out, dewey slaps it from my hand.

"I'll pay." He states and I shake my head.

"Dewey, shut up. it's my treat." I argue.

"You paid last time." He reminds me, and I roll my eyes as he hands me the exact change of $7.50 right as the worker approaches the window and pulls it open.

"Hey, you're the two large coffees, one black one regular?" He asks with a large smile and dewey and I nod.

"That'll be $7.50, please." He beams, and I reach out the window and hand it to him, and as he counts it in his hand he smiles at me.

"Perfect, thank you. Go to the next window, please." He tells me, and I nod, quickly saying goodbye before I drive to the next window to see a worker already stood with our two coffees, and I quickly take them from her hands, thanking her before I hand them both to dewey as I drive off, parking in the carpark.

As I take the drink from deweys' hand and take a sip, I let out a small groan at how good it tastes.

"Shit, they never fail to make good coffees." I cry and dewey laughs.

"Tell me about it." He agrees.

As I begin walking towards the front door of the Beckers house, I carefully duck down under the police tape and pull my gloves up, making sure they're extra tight as I open the front door and carefully walk through to the kitchen where the events all started.

"So, she was sitting making popcorn when the phone rang." I whisper as I walk around the kitchen, inspecting everything but being careful not to touch anything, because even with gloves on the slightest knock could fuck up all my evidence

As I continued to walk through the back garden where Casey was then stabbed multiple times and then hung for her to die, my heart dropped when I saw that the tree she was hung from is right across from her front door, meaning her parents would've walked outside and saw her.

"Noticed anything new?" Dewey asks from beside me and I nod slightly.

"Whoever done it would've had to be extremely fast or had a getaway car because your guys were on the scene almost instantly." I tell him, and he nods slightly as I turn to look at him.

"So if there were two of them, I'm guessing the taller one hung her whilst the smaller one started the car." I add, and he continues to nod.

Once we're getting ready to leave, it's quite late.

As I climb in my car, my work phone begins to ring, and I answer it.

"Agent Prescott speaking." I state into the phone, and that's when we hear that Sidney has been attacked.

As I speed off to our house, I'm the first one to arrive, and dewey runs out of the car, and I watch as he bends down and picks something up before he continues to run to the door, and that's when I see Sidney opening the door and screaming as the rest of the police cars pull up, and once they do I climb out of my car and run to Sidney, pulling her to the ambulance.

"Are you alright?" I quiz as she sits down, and I grab a blanket tight round her.

"I'm fine, y/n." She reassures, and I sit next to her and hug her.

"You fought back didn't you?" I continue to quiz and she laughs and nods.

"That's my tough little bitch." I say as I kiss her head, before i see them pull Billy Loomis from my house and I gasp.

"He was the top of my suspect list Sidney, what was he doing at our house?" I gasp and she shrugs.

"After I was attacked, I turned to my door and saw that the killer was gone, and straight away Billy climbed into my window and he dropped the phone I was called from." She whispers, and I gasp and listen as Billy tries to plead as being innocent but I just scoff, I can see through his lies.

And that's when dewey and the sheriff approach us right as tatum runs out of her car towards the ambulance screaming and asking if sids okay.

"I see y/ns suspect list was correct." The sheriff says with a small chuckle and I smile.

"When's it not?" I quiz and he laughs.

"Tatum, you can't be here it's an official crime scene." Dewey states to his little sister.

"It's okay." Sid presses and tatum groans.

"Her dad's out of town, alright? Her and y/n are staying with us tonight." Tatum argues.

"What? Does mom know?" Dewey quizzes as he shoots me an awkward smile.

"Yes, doofus." Tatum sighs before the sheriff tells Sidney that she should go to the station and we all leave the ambulance and climb into our own cars, when I spot Gale Weathers, so I climb out of my car.

"Get your cameras away from my house." I warn sternly and Gale and her camera man both turn to face me.

"Oh, y/n, lovely to see you again." Gale coos and I roll my eyes.

I can't help but to wonder at what's being said, but to stop myself getting too angry at some sick bastard who just tried to kill my little sister, I stay silent.

I watch carefully as Dewey tries to find our dad on the system and frown slightly as I realise we're getting nowhere before my eyes fall into the room where Billy's being held.

"You ruined the moment you really did." He says shaking his head as he backs away which causes me to laugh.

As tatum walks in, she ducks down next to sid and hugs her, whispering that she's going to get her out of here and I can't help but smile at the niceness of Tatum, and also because Sidney has deweys jacket wrapped around her, but I don't know if I'm jealous about that actually.

"Hey Dewey, can we go now?" Tatum cries and dewey points a finger at her.

"Hold on a second." He states, and I stand up from my chair and crack my back.

"God dammit dewey!" She exclaims.

"What did mom tell you? When I wear this badge, you treat me like a man of the law." He warns, and the way he says it almost makes me weak at the knees.

"Well, I'm sorry, Deputy dewey Boy, but we're ready to go. Now." Tatum yells, and as we walk out the door, tatum and dewey begin to bicker, and I feel Sidney grab my hand.

As we walk out into the back alley, dewey runs to get my car as I throw him the keys, and Tatum, Sidney, and I all stand in the alley.

"There she is! Sidney!" Gale gasps, and I groan in sync with both Sidney and tatum.

"What happened? Are you alright?" She quizzes as she pushes the microphone into her face and tatum steps in front of the microphone.

"She's not answering any of your questions. Leave us alone." I call from behind them, and tatum throws the microphone down, but Sidney steps forward.

"No, no tatum, it's okay, she's just doing her job, right gale?" Sidney asks with a laugh.

"Yes, that's right." Gale says with a large smile on her face.

"So, how's the book?" Sidney asks.

"Well, it'll be out later this year." She says smiling.

"Wow, I'll look for it." Sidney states with a small nod.

"I'll send you a copy." She coos, and Sidney uppercuts her full force to the jaw, which makes me laugh in shock, before dewey runs out of my car and pulls tatum and Sidney towards it, and I just stare at gale.

"Write a book about that for me." I tell her before I blow a kiss at her and walk away to the car, where I jump into the front passenger seat.

As I walk into Deweys' room, i smile. It's not changed since the last time I was in here, there's still photos of him and I growing up together plastered over his walls, there's still photos of us together even now over his walls too.

"If I knew you would've been staying, I could've cleaned it a bit more." He says awkwardly and I laugh.

"It's fine, I did say I could stay home, but tatum and your mom both wouldn't let me." I tell him and he smiles and pulls me into his arms

"I wouldn't have either." He whispers with a small kiss to my head, which causes me to laugh before we both walk into Tatums room.

"Thought you might want some ice for that right hook." Dewey says as I rest an arm on his shoulder and we all let out a small laugh.

"We will be right next door, try and get some sleep." Dewey states and tatum turns to me and smiles but glares at dewey.

"Yeah, yeah." She says waving and dewey begins to close the door.

"Night, guys." I say to the two girls.

"Night y/n, love you." They both say in usion and I smile.

"I love you both, too." I say before the door is fully shut, and I slowly walk back into deweys' room where he shuts the door and stares at me.

"You're so beautiful, even when you're stressed, you know that right?" He asks with a small laugh as he grabs my waist and pulls me close to him.

"You're so handsome even when you're being such a doofus." I tell him, mocking tatum with the doofus word and he gags.

As dewey goes to take another step closer to me, his mom begins knocking at the door, and he quickly runs out, me following behind, but I'm guessing it was too late because whoever was on the call doesn't speak.

"Sorry, sorry." I apologise, and he rolls his eyes.

"Better be." He warns, and I nod.

As I sit with Sidney at the table, deweys mom stood behind us with her arms on our shoulders as the news report begins to talk about Cotton and how he killed our mom, I feel all the blood draining out of my face as I stare at the TV screen, as dewey sits next to us he realises and turns the TV off and clears his throat.

"Billy was released." He says as he sits down his plate and places a mug in front of me, the smell of coffee instantly bringing all the blood back to my face.

"His cellular bills were clean, he didn't make those calls." He tells Sidney and I continue to stare at him, I know Billy made those calls.

"We're checking every cellular account in the county. Any calls made to you or Casey Becker are being cross referenced." He continues and I roll my eyes.

"It's gonna take some time, but we'll find him." He then says, and I grab sidneys hand and give it a comforting squeeze.

As we pull up to Woodsboro High in my car, we all step out, and I can't help but to admire dewey with his sunglasses on, but my attention is grabbed by billions of reporters swarming sid, and I have to harshly push them away.

"Are you okay? After all of this?" Dewey asks, I can tell he's trying to ask about my mom dying, but I shake my head.

"A year tomorrow dewey, this is all happening a year after it happened. What if it's the same person that killed my mom?" I whisper and dewey stares at me confused.

"But, you were both convinced it was cotton." Dewey gasps and I shrug.

"Now I'm not sure, dewey, this is all too much, I shouldn't have got involved with this case." I whisper as I feel tears brim my eyes as I shake my head, but dewey pulls me into an extremely tight hug that almost cuts off my airways.

"You did the right thing getting involved in this case. You're the perfect person to solve it, but if you need to take a step back, then tell me." He says as he cups my face and leans down to kiss me, and I kiss back and smile, happy to be in this moment.

As dewey and I drive back to the school, we climb out the car only to be approached by Gale Weathers, and Dewey protectively wraps an arm around my shoulder, pulling me close to him.

"Hi, gale weather's. Field correspondent top story." She says to Dewey and I just scoff.

"I know who you are, Ms. Weathers. How's the eye?" He says as he motions his head to me.

"Is there a problem on campus?" She quizzes and he shakes his head.

"No, it's all under control." I tell her, hinting that she should piss off.

"Well of course, he's here." She says as she smirks at dewey and my face drops.

"You know, you're not supposed to be here." Dewey warns and she laughs.

"Dewey, come on." I whine, and he nods before the principles voice rings through the speakers, saying that all classes are cancelled, and our city has a 9pm curfew.

As dewey and I continue to walk up the stairs towards the school entererance, I turn to gale and let out a deafening groan.

"You just can't take a fucking hint can you? God gale you were my bestfriend for years but your career just has to come first. You ruined our friendship for that book, you ruined my reputation over that book, and now what? Are you trying to ruin my relationship by flirting with my boyfriend!?" I shriek, and she takes a step back down the stairs.

"Sidney punched you and you still didn't get the fucking hint, so do you want me to punch you too?" I then ask as I raise my fist but dewey quickly grabs it and drags me inside of the school.

As I walk through my house, I quickly gather some things for Sid and I, like our clothes and pyjamas, because we're probably gonna be staying at the Rileys household until our dad's back.

As I entered my room, I almost could've sworn I heard someone walking up the stairs, but I threw it down to my paranoid mind. god, what kind of use is a paranoid FBI agent?

Actually, not even a FBI agent, the head of the FBI.

As I pull out more clothes from my drawers and shove them in bags, I'm now 100% sure there's someone in my house.

"Sidney?" I call as I grab the gun fastened to my belt.

When I don't get an answer, but the footsteps begin running closer to me, I pull the gun from my belt and raise it up towards the wide open door.

"I'm an FBI agent, you do not want to fuck with me!" I scream as I begin storming to the door, but as I look out into the hallway I see nobody.

Stupid shitbag must've run down the stairs when they heard 'FBI agent', I let out a small laugh as I kept my gun in my hand and began making my way downstairs, but whats when a door from behind me flies open, and I feel something sharp being stabbed into my shoulder, and I let out a blood curdling scream before I'm forced to turn around and flung off of the floor, hitting my head extremely hard off the floor as everything begins to spin, everything apart from the knife that's stabbed into the same part of my shoulder, only from the front, probably leaving an all the way through stab wound.

As I raise my gun to the masked killer, he takes the gun from my hand and raises it to my head, and I begin taking deep breaths as I try to sit up to take the gun back, but my breathing comes to a hault when my neck is slit with the knife.

"Y/n! Sidney!? Are any of you in here? I want to talk to either of you." I hear Gale scream, and the killer quickly stands up and shoots me in the lower stomach before running away, and yet again, I let out a large scream as I hear a pair of footsteps running up the stairs.

"Y/n! Shit are you okay!?" She screams, and I just stare at her through tears, as I realise I'm loosing blood fast.

"Phone the police." I cry, and she nods and runs into my room, which she's all too familiar with, and I hear her pick up my phone and begin screaming some shit.

As Gale then runs back through and collapses to my side, I stare at her with a smile.

"I'm sorry for everything. What I did was wrong, I shouldn't have replaced you for some stupid book, and I shouldn't have wrote all they lies, I'm so sorry y/n and if you don't forgive me then I don't blame you, but I just miss you. I miss us, I miss our stupid sleepovers and you talking about Dewey all the time." She cries, and I nod.

"I forgive you." I tell her as I reach my hand up and grab her face, and she grabs my hand with hers.

"I wasn't flirting with dewey either, I've had a serious boyfriend, my cameraman, for a while now." She whispers, and I just nod before the pain coming from my shoulder. My stomach becomes too much, and I begin crying, and I realise I'm losing a lot of blood, but I begun to cry more when I realise there's so much I haven't said, there's so much I haven't done and now I can't do it because I'm dying.

When I wake up in the overly lit hospital room, I quickly stand up and find my jacket, grabbing my pen and notebook from it and writing down instantly who the killer is.

Billy loomis.

When I fall back down onto my hospital bed, I hold my throat and try to talk, but all that comes out are horrible sounding gurgles.

Only seconds later, a nurse runs in with Sidney and dewey running behind her, and I hold up my notebook and repeatedly point at the words sprawled against the lines, and Sidney shoots me a small smile, but it's clearly a frown.

"Y/n, we know. He tried to kill us last night." Sidney says as she sits on the edge of the hospital bed and grabs my hand.

"Y/n, it's going to be best if you don't talk for a few weeks, three weeks at the most, your shoulder will be fine if you don't over work it and go easy on it, and we had the bullet removed from your stomach." The nurse tells me, and I slowly nod before I pull out the notepad again.

"What happened?" I write down.

"Billy and stu, killed tatum and our headteacher, also our mom, and our dad didn't make it to his hotel because they captured him to blame him for the murders, but I shot Billy and stu got a TV dropped on his head." Sidney tells me with a large frown on her face, and I pull her into a hug when she says Tatum, but then I look at dewey and see him almost crying, and I becon him to come over with my hands and he quickly does and he almost practically throws himself ontop of me.

As I slowly run circles on his back, I begin crying too as I realise the murderers of my mom were so close to me, and I didn't realise.

When dewey pulls away from the hug, he stares at me, and then Sidney, and then back at me.

"We're all gonna be alright, yknow, the three of us, if we all stay together, then we'll all be okay." He says as he rubs his tears from his face and pulls Sidney and I into a hug.

"Gale?" I croak, and Sidney gasps when she hears me speak because I'm not actually meant to be talking.

"She's alright, yeah, but I'm more worried about you with that voice." Sidney says with a small laugh, and I smile.

When our dad comes to pick up Sidney, he says hi to me and gives me a small kiss, but he quickly has to leave as he doesn't like seeing me in this state, it leaves only Dewey and I together.

"I think, maybe you should take some time off of work." Dewey says with a small laugh, clearly trying to lighten the mood and it works because he gets a small deformed laugh from me as he stares at me.

"I love you." I croak and dewey shakes his head.

"You're not meant to speak!" He yells, but he quickly realises what I said, and he leans down and kisses me, being careful of my neck, and I kiss back with a large smile on my face.

"Holy shit I love you too." He cries as he cups my face in his hands.

"Will you be my girlfriend? Like, officially and not this unofficial shit?" He gasps, and I nod and kiss him again.

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shigironkii · 1 year

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I genuinely don’t know if it’s the roleplay I’m doing or the amount of hours I’ve played postal 2, but here’s some of my personal head canons;

• dude doesn’t really know much about cooking, he can cook spaghetti, garlic bread, soup, and frozen pizza along with dinners. His wife might’ve tried but he either got bored quickly or found something quicker to eat. He would eat home cooked meals if someone made it for him

• he doesn’t know how to handle affection, he’ll either just give you a thumbs up or in private he’ll try his fucking HARDEST to show some sort of energy and care towards you

• not to say he doesn’t have his own love language, he does! It’s protecting his s/o, bringing gifts, and acts of service. He doesn’t feel comfortable with being overly emotional (he can be, but it’s so rare and it’s when he has a complete breakdown), so he’ll always try to show he cares about what you like, or what you got him somehow someway.

• he doesn’t play video games, but does watch video game movies and play throughs. That’s how he found which game he likes, and which game sucks total ass to him

• he will say the edgiest shit to anyone, whether it’s his true personality at the moment or him just wanting to make someone squirm and get angry. (It’s honestly both)

• he loves anything sweet. Soda, candy, bread, ANYTHING.

• he has either no sleep schedule, or has to go to bed at 9pm or after everything’s done. He won’t pick one or the other, just whichever one fits the situation.

#Tatum writes #postal series #postal dude #postal 2

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maraschinobomb · 2 months

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Don't Know How To Fall

💋 Explicit - A/B/O - 19k ❤️‍🩹

~ steve harrington × eddie munson ~

Eddie went all in, for all the wrong reasons. And then he bolted.

Steve and Eddie aren't together anymore, but they can't avoid each other forever.

❤️‍🩹 link! ❤️‍🩹

#tatum writes #steddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #steve harrington #eddie munson #omegaverse #omegaverse fanfiction #stranger things #stranger things fanfiction #smut

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bluewatersfairy · 2 years

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more than enough - j.t.

for the best experience, please listen to this song whilst reading 🤍🌌

synopsis: on vacation, reader helps jayson rest and relax

warnings: mature content, MINORS DNI! oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex (don’t forget to wrap before you tap), shower sex. it’s lowkey tame compared to some other fics i’ve written lmao.

word count: 5.4k (so sorry)

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Quietly, you followed the cobblestone path around the side of your air b&b, wrapping your robe around your body just a little bit tighter. You appreciated the darkness, and were genuinely surprised and in awe of the view of the stars there was in this part of the world. The light pollution was so little, it almost made being surrounded by darkness comforting, like a childhood blanket. You wanted to bathe in the darkness, lay on the grass or the roof and stare at the sky to see just how many stars you cold see, but you didn’t want to do it alone. Plus, the half court at the back of the house had lights with far too much power and it did not seem like they were turning off anytime soon.

“You know,” you began as you walked through the entrance, your voice pulling Jayson’s attention away form the ball in his hands, “the point of a vacation is to rest and relax.” You leant against the fence, your arms crossed over your stomach to keep your robe closed.

“I am resting and relaxing,” he replied with a smile, his hands tossing the ball back and forth to one another, like a nervous habit, “this is relaxing to me.” He dribbled the ball twice before shooting it at the hoop, his eyes never leaving yours.

“It’s not exactly resting though,” you countered as he started to walk towards you, his hands behind his back. As he got closer, you could make out the droplets of sweat that covered his naked torso and dripped down his forehead. He did not look relaxed or rested at all.

Jayson’s lips pressed to the top of your head as he came to a stop in front of you. “I rest during the day and relax out here at night.”

You rolled your eyes and took a step back to move to find his phone to turn off his speaker. His eyes stayed glued to you as you moved, the feeling leaving an icy touch at the bottom of your spine. Instinctively, you pulled your shoulders back to combat the shiver, not wanting to distract his trance. You were able to stop his music and turn off his speaker before he protested in any type of way.

“Cmon now Ma, it’s just us two out here for miles, I’m not disturbing anybody.” His hands found your hips as he came up behind you, “let my finish this playlist and then I’ll be inside, I promise.”

Sweetly, Jayson placed a kiss on your jaw as one of his hands pushed you into him. It didn’t take much more than that to realise he was about to use his size against you, and he was making a grab for his phone and speaker.

“I would say you’re disturbing me.” you said as you dodged his hand again, carefully backing away from him and judging the situation. Jayson had a somewhat wicked look in his eyes, the playful type that could switch very easily.

“Let me make it up to you then,” he said as he lunged for you again. He barely missed you, almost managing to grab the tie of your robe to pull you in.

“You can make it up to me by coming inside,” you quipped as you made a jump for the gate. Unfortunately Jayson anticipated your moved and partially caught you mid-air, swinging you around as you squealed.

“Thank you.”

Victorious, he now held his phone and speaker. You could hear his smirk as he put you down. As you turned to face him again, your robe lost the little hold it had left and opened, exposing the black satin and lace babydoll you had on. In real time, you watched Jayson shut down, the ball he had at his feet being kicked to the side as he stepped towards you.

“Don’t,” you stopped him by grabbing his wrist, “you are not getting your sweat all over this. It is new. I will kill you.” You let go of his hand and he smiled lightly.

“Yes ma’am,” he said with his hands up in defense.

Jayson slid his tongue over his bottom lip and tilted his head to the right. His eyes followed the lace to the swell of your chest and down to your thick thighs. He cleared his throat and crossed his arms over his chest.

“You’re not very subtle,” you teased, “might be something to work on if you want me to come to more of your games.”

You started to walk around him, nudging the basketball gently towards the baseline. Jayson’s eyes followed, but he didn’t move from where he stood.

“Maybe I’ll second think that,” he mumbled as he finally turned to face you at the exit, “you might just be too distracting.”

“Clearly not that distracting,” you teased with your hands behind your back, “if I was, you would already be in the shower getting ready to fuck me, but alas,” you shrugged, “here you stand.”

Jayson raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips together. You bit back saying something more and turned to walk back around the side of the house and to your bedroom. You didn’t need to add anything extra to your walk, your babydoll and robe had given him enough to think about. Plus, you had told him what you wanted, it wouldn’t be long for him to follow you.

Back in your room, you picked up your book from the bedside table and laid out. You figured it wouldn’t be long until Jayson joined you, but you preferred doing something with your time. Time either passed quickly, or you were reading faster than usual because when the bedroom door reopened, you’d reached the climax of the chapter and things were starting to fall in line.

“Those lights are hot,” Jayson interrupted your concentration as he dropped his shirt on the bed. He shook his head when you made eye contact over the top of your book.

He made another comment about the lights and as important as you were sure it was, you weren’t really taking it in. Your eyes scanned over his shoulders and down his toned arms and over his torso. You swore he was wearing his sweats lower than before.

“You just gon’ stare or answer my question?” He snapped his fingers in front of him, bringing you back to reality.

“You look yummy, is it my fault?” you countered, placing your book back on the bedside table. He chuckled and you pulled yourself to your feet.

“See, I’m inside because of you so some could argue it is your fault.” He smirked as you came to stand in front of him.

Looking down at you, he fiddled with the drawstrings of his pants. He had a cocky demeanor, his smug grin as irritating as it was attractive. His pants dropped as you stepped closer to him again and he took your chin between his fingers.

“Would you like to join me in the shower?” he asked as he dipped his head closer to yours, his lips hovering over yours.

“Do you even need to ask?”

Jayson nodded his head and took a step back from your body. He traced the band of his briefs before pulling them down, knowing you were watching his every move. When his back turned so he could open the bathroom door, he tensed and flexed his back muscles. Though you focused your attention of his body, you tried your best not to roll your eyes at his cocky manner. You knew he thought he was top 5, he didn’t need to know that you see him the same way, just that he isn’t 5, 4, 3, or 2.

Alina Baraz’s soft voice filled the bathroom, something that had only ever been an invitation for you. You let your robe fall down your shoulders and tossed it lazily at the bed before sauntering towards the doorway. You caught a glimpse of yourself in the room’s mirror and you couldn’t help but take a second look. The soft curves of your figure filled out your baby doll beautifully, you looked angelic, sun-kissed and edible.

He’d dimmed the lights in the bathroom, giving the room more of a soothing nuance than the burning yellow lights typically offered. Jayson was already under the water and staring directly at you when you looked up at him. The shower was only separated from the rest of the bathroom by one sheet of glass. This meant that it was easy to slip in and out, and even easier to watch your lover if you pleased. Just as you were from the moment you stepped in, you barely paid attention to the unused towel that sat folded on the floor. Instead, you watched as the water pebbled over his hair and down his chest. He noticed, his chin jutting up as he bit back a smirk.

“I know I say it all the time,” he shrugged as his eyes scanned down your figure, “but God took his sweet time with you Ma.”

As if by instinct, you rolled your eyes and locked the door behind you.

His gaze burnt into your back and raised the hairs on your neck. Blind to his actions, you still knew where his attention laid, unwavering. You smoothed your hands over the satin material and tugged at the hem, suddenly very aware of how little it covered. He knocked down a towel or two on his way in and you knew that if you were to bend over, he’d be able to see all of you, something that never came without a flash of nerves. So you crouched instead and he let his disapproval be known.

“I’d much rather you voice your disapproving thoughts than make sounds about them,” you ran your tongue over your bottom lip as you turned to face him. Jayson hadn’t moved since you’d first walked in, it was his body language that gave him away. Someone else wanted a part of the conversations.

“Cmon now,” he taunted, “I’ve never complained before, why would I start now?”

You took another step towards him with your hands held behind your back. He licked his bottom lip as you took another step, his eyes tight on your thighs. They were hypnotic to him. Once he’d first touched them, he couldn’t seem to get enough. Always staring, always touching. If the opportunity presented itself, he’d rest his head in your lap, his fingers tracing up and down your thighs, his lips following suit. He paid extra attention to them when he was between them. Biting and sucking, kissing them as he played with your mental and told you secrets until your head was spinning.

“I like you in black,” he mumbled, half a world away. You lifted the hem ever so slightly, gripping the material at your waist. He sucked in a breath, his eyes slowly losing that innocent glimmer that had initially brought you in.

“Take it off,” Jayson breathed out. You’d stopped in your stride and watched as his head lowered ever so slightly. He looked you in the eye and waited for some type of response. You liked it like this, when you weren’t sure what his next move would be.

“Good boys use their manners.” It was your turn to taunt him and he raised his chin again. You smiled ever so slightly, you liked to challenge him. Where was the fun in compliance?

“Please,” he forced out, his head shaking side to side, “take it off.”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you examined him one last time. His chest was rising and falling at a slightly faster pace than usual and blood was clearly pulsing through him at a heightened speed. If it wasn’t evident through the redness in his forehead and cheeks, his hardened cock gave it all away.

“As you please,” you curtseyed before pulling the luscious material over your head. You tossed it to the basin and let Jayson drink in your body before you made your way to his beckoning embrace.

“You should dress in those things more often,” he mumbled against the top of your head as his hands wrapped around your waist. You tilted your head up and caught his eye before he gently pressed his lips to yours, “it makes watching you undress that much more interesting.”

You laughed as he smiled and pressed your hands into his chest, “here I was thinking watching me get undressed after work was the most interesting part of your day.” He grinned down at you and you raised to your tippy toes. You snaked your hands around his neck, feeling the hot water mix with the grit on the surface of his skin as you kissed him. You loved the sound your lips made when you were kissing. It made your heart sing, just like everything with Jayson did.

“Turn around,” you chuckled as you pulled away from him, “I’ll wash your back.”

He made an offhanded comment about cleanliness but you just rolled your eyes. While he washed his face and chest, you ran a cloth with lathered body wash over his tattooed back. You were gentle but made sure to get rid of the sweat that covered him, rinsing the wash before running your fingers up and down his back. He hummed as you did it, his head tilting back in ecstasy.

“Sometimes I wish I wasn’t so tall,” he paused as you pressed a kiss to his back, “I love it when you play all in my hair.” He was facing you again, his hands gripping at your waist.

“Baths baby,” you reminded him, running the trapped water over his shoulders, “we don’t always have to stand.”

Jayson opened his mouth like he was going to say something else, but instead, he lifted you and turned so you were under the stream of water. You gasped as the warm water hit you directly in the back and again when he pressed you to the side of the tiled wall.

“Thought you liked standing?” he suggested, his head lowered so his mouth was mere centimetres from your own. His voice had changed again, deeper, raspier, sexier.

Your fingernails danced on the sides of his torso, suddenly unsure where they should go. You could embrace him, pull his naked body on top of your own. Or, you could bring them up to his chest and neck and silently ask his mouth to cover yours. Every passing moment sent a direct pulse to your sex, burning and pooling, eager for his touch.

“Not such a talker now, are you?” he smirked at his taunt and moved even closer to you if that was possible. The hand that was on your waist reached for you right breast. His palm, slightly wet from the shower, pressed into your hardened nipple and he caressed it with the intention of seeing it move. The small gesture forced you to inhale sharply, your mouth jutting open a little more.

“Jayson,” you breathed out with your eyes searching for his, “I prefer it when you’re standing and I’m bent over.” He covered your mouth with his own before he could smile, trying his best to hide it from you.

He trapped you against the wall as you kissed, one hand still holding your breast while the other arm wrapped around your waist. You barely processed the fact that your feet were no longer on the ground when you wrapped your arms around him as your lips smacked. He hummed as he pulled you away from the wall, your legs coming around his waist.

“What’s your plan here, Tatum?” you asked between kisses, your giggles filling the steamy room. “I don’t trust these floors.” Your teeth grazed and you raked your hand through his curls, tugging ever so slightly.

“Don’t worry,” he answered as he placed you back on the floor, your bodies still flushed together, “I got this all worked out.”

Jayson gripped at your hips and turned you to face the wall. Your hands reached out instinctively to give you more supported. As much as you trusted his word, there were too many shower-sex horror stories playing in your mind. You welcomed his strong arm around your waist, but instead of simply holding you, he slid his hand over the curve of your stomach and slipped it between your thighs. You gasped, leaning back against him as he felt the mess he’d caused.

He hummed in approval, “this all from kissing?” he teased his index and middle finger through your slit, playing in your slick before he collected it on his fingers.

“Sometimes all it takes is kissing,” you answered after swallowing hard.

“Sometimes, huh?”

He lifted his fingers and put them in his mouth. Quietly he clicked his tongue, “tell me,” he began as he tapped his fingers at your pout. You opened your mouth and could partially hear him smirking, “have you ever tasted something so sweet?”

You let out a soft moan against his fingers as you sucked. He purposely made it so you’d have to do more than just lick his fingers to taste yourself, he’d taken most for himself. You kept sucking as he started to retract his fingers, anticipating his next move perfectly. He pushed his fingers back in your mouth, again and again, marveling at the way you took them with no hesitation, no resistance.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he pulled his fingers out completely, “you really are somethin’.”

Jayson unwrapped his arm from your waist and pushed on the curve of your back. Your ass poked out towards him more and your front leant forward. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his large hands on your ass.

“The prettiest fucking pussy,” his hand came down hard on your ass as he spoke, causing you to squeal. “That’s all mine, ain’t it, beautiful?”

“All yours,” you breathed out as his thumbs pressed into your thighs. “You don’t even have to ask.”

His smile became evident as his lips skimmed over your hips. He lingered for a second before leaving a light kiss over the trails that scattered your body. He’d lowered himself to a crouch, you assumed as his teeth sunk playfully into the top of your ass.

“I think my name would look nice here,” he slipped his arm around you as he spoke, his lips dragging kisses everywhere he saw fit. “Some cursive or somethin’,” his fingers grazed over your vulva, your eyes closing in preparation, “then everyone will know.”

Jayson let her index and middle finger hover just below your clit. He could feel the heat radiating and was fighting every urge he had to fall in.

“You go first,” you answered as his other hand slipped between your thighs, gently rubbing your inner thighs, “I’m not committing to anything unless you’ve done it first.”

He chuckled and dropped his fingers to circle your clit and entrance. He was building the tension in your stomach with expertise. He was giving you just enough to offer some relief. The kisses and marks he left on your ass a welcomed sensation, but what he was doing between your thighs was bordering on irritating. You wanted more from him, needed it. You wanted to focus on what he was doing, concentrate on each stroke and circle he drew to give yourself more.

He kissed your ass again before he leant his head back and looked up at you. The expression he was met with made him grin. Your bottom lip was already swollen from biting and your eyes were squeezed closed as if you were concentrating. Which you were, mostly on your breathing and the feeling of him between your thighs.

“I’m committed baby,” he said with a shrug, his eyes scanning over your face. He loved seeing you with your eyes squeezed shut and your bottom lip swollen from biting. It did something to his voice, putting it somewhere between casual and serious. “I’d get your silhouette tatted tomorrow if I could.”

You made eye contact with him as he finished his sentence and smiled at the look on his face. He was still being somewhat serious but the casual tone made it sound the opposite. His face was contradicting, several signals being sent your way. But instead of analysing, you just smiled.

“Bet.”

Once the word had fallen from your mouth, his fingers came in contact with your clit and his second hand joined the motions. A surprised moan caught you off guard and you quickly looked down, as if you were unsure of how he was teasing your entrance while playing with your clit.

“That’s-” you started before releasing another moan, “exactly what I need.”

Jayson had no intention of giving you any less than that. He was maybe even more committed to that than he was to his life with you, especially with all you’d done for him.

This vacation had had everything to do with him. He needed a break from work, a week away from the real world, and some time to himself. He’d felt little to no guilt about the world he’d stepped away from. He felt he was still keeping his skills in check from the time he spent on the half court and working out most morning. But he was beginning to realise just how little he’d done for you during this trip.

You’d gone out of your way for him, running him baths, making him do self care in both yours and his ways, and had even given him a couple massages that left him sleepy and horny. You’d spent all this time catering to him and making it so he had no choice to relax - he hadn’t given back half as much as he believed he should have been. Sex is a two way street and he never failed to make you climax, but that didn’t mean the sex was equal. He wanted to flip it, at least for the night, and give you a little more than he had been.

Jayson’s thoughts were cut off as he felt you squirm under his touch. He brought his eyes back to your pussy and pushed your back again, forcing you to arch and expose yourself more. He smiled, already able to see how sticky and creamy he was making you. He kept his index and middle fingers teasing your clit but freed his second hand so he could spread you out.

He needed to taste you, aching for it with every inch of his being. The feeling came in cycles, each time around more intense. He had to have you, just like all those times before. The second his taste buds pushed through your swollen lips, he knew this was where he belonged.

Attentively, he worked his tongue against your sex, taking as much as he could and sucking in every last drop. Your moans and words of praise egged him on, pushing himself deeper with every stroke. When you tried to pull yourself forward, away from him for just a moment, he gripped your hips and pulled you back onto his face.

“Fuck, Jay,” you panted out as you clasped your hand over his much larger one.

The feeling in the pit of your stomach had built up much quicker than you had wanted it to. The resistance of the push and pull was growing weak with every passing second. Your knees felt weak and you could barely keep your eyes open. All that your body could pay attention to was the heat between your thighs and the way Jayson had clearly mastered your body.

You clenched every part of you with hopes of prolonging the experiences. You loved the sensation of the rough pads on his fingers digging into your hips and were hypnotised by the hunger he had for you.

“Oh fuck,” your voice much louder than you anticipated, “I’m gonn-”

Cut off by your own high pitched moan, you released on his face. He fought cheek and tongue to gather every drop, not caring about the way your thighs were fighting to press together or the way your hands were trying to push him off. He was so much stronger that all it did was make you weaker. He didn’t care about the snap in your stomach or your heightened senses. He wasn’t done until he’d cleaned up.

“Oh my God,” you laughed as he finally pulled back, “do you want me to fall?”

“You’re fine,” he laughed as he stood to his full height, “I would’ve caught you regardless.”

You turned to face him and braced your hands on his chest. Your hesitation to speak was taken as an opportunity by Jayson to kiss you, his mouth covering yours. You tasted sweet on his tongue, an ache planting your feet to the tiles. You held tightly to his sides, bringing him closer to keep you up.

“Stop thinking about falling,” he mumbled through your kiss. He snaked his arm around your waist again and you smiled, “just trust that I got you.”

You kissed him again, pulling his head down so it was easier. He reacted to your pull, moving so you were completely covered by his body, skin-to-skin as your lips smacked together. You trailed your hand down his chest and over the plane of his stomach. Your mouth opened a little more to allow his tongue to slip in and brush against yours. His hand cupped your jaw and angled your mouth up to his.

Your hand quickly found the base of his harden cock, ever so slightly stroking it before picking it up. Jayson audibly responded in a deep groan. He didn’t move to stop you nor encourage you, he just kept his mouth on yours.

You teased your way over his length, feeling the heat of his throbbing tip grow. An throaty moan escaped him as you circled your thumb over the tip. He pulled away from you, his forehead resting against yours as you both panted. You hadn’t realised just how heavy the two of you had gotten until you were gasping for air.

“Cmon baby,” he drew your attention up to his gaze, “don’t just tease me.” His stare was intense, his eyes and voiced darkened as you continued to tease his dick, softly stroking and making sure to feel every inch of it.

“Pass me the lube,” you said against his lips, your eyes meeting. He nodded his head and turned away from you for a moment to grab the tube on the shower shelf. You spat on your hand and wrapped it around his dick again, your spit making it more pleasurable.

He’d opened the tube when he’d passed it to you and you were quick to squeeze some onto your hand. Back on his cock, he let out another moan, his muscles tensing as he took a sharp inhale.

“Turn around,” he urged, “I need to feel you.”

You did as you were told, sticking your ass out as your front met the tiled wall again. Jayson licked his fingers and rubbed it on your entrance before wrapped his hand around his girth. He tapped on your ass before sliding into your sex, both of you moaning in response.

He wrapped himself around you, his arms pulling you into his chest and his hand cupping your face. He was fully inside you, his tip kissing your sweet spot and pulsating inside you. He didn’t move for what seemed like forever, his lips nipping at your neck while you both settled into the feeling around you. Jayson liked being inside you, he liked the warmth and the silky feeling of your walls. It was comforting, just as much as it was arousing and torturous.

“Jay baby,” you croaked out, your head lulling back to rest on him, “move, please. Fuck me, please. I need you to fuck my shit up.”

He groaned in your ear and slowly moved his hips back. When he pushed back into you, you let out a mix of a squeal and a moan. The second time he drew back, he did it with a little more rhythm and didn’t fuck back into you the whole way. Instead, he moved how he was holding you, with one of his hands dropping to between your thighs. The other loosely wrapped around your throat and keep you close to him. After that, he had no sense of control over himself. All he could think about was chasing the release he so desperately wanted.

Soon enough, the sounds of r&b were accompanied by yours and Jayson’s moans and groans and incoherent words and expletives. He was deep within you, toying with your clit and dragging over your g-spot each time he pulled in and out of you. You grabbed at his arms that were wrapped securely around you just so you could touch him, suddenly needing to feel even more of him as he fucked you.

“Lemme see you,” you croaked out in between moans. You were in no state to consider actions and it seemed Jayson just went off of instinct. He scooped you up, his dick still buried in your pussy, and turned you around in his arms. He slipped out for a few moments when you wrapped your legs around him but you reached between you and reconnected you.

Holding you in a different position, Jayson started to let you fuck into him. His strong arms moved your body against his pelvis while you messily kissed one another.

“Just like that, fuck,” you exclaimed as he caught one tit in his mouth. Your arms wrapped around his head and you started to let yourself go. Your hands clawed at his back and your eyes squeezed shut as your pussy contracted around him.

“Look at me,” his voice ordered over the music, “look at me while you cum all over my fucking dick.”

You forced yourself to do as he said. In the name of perfect timing, the second you made eye contact with him was the moment your release overtook you. “Oh my God,” you gasped, your hand cupping his face, “I can feel you in my stomach.”

Unable to stop himself, Jayson pushed you down on top of his cock as he exploded inside you. You watched as he tried his best to keep his eyes on you, his face scrunched up in pleasure and relief. When his shoulders relaxed, you pulled yourself up a little and joined your lips to his.

“Just for the record,” you began in between kisses, “this does not count as resting or relaxing.”

Jayson laughter filled the air and he raised his hand to get caught in your hair. He kissed you deeply, lowering you to be on your feet again as he did so.

“It’s a little like relaxing,” he said, cupping your face in his hands. His thumb caressed your swollen bottom lip and he grinned, “I’m relaxed.”

Just as you were about to respond, the once hot stream of water turned ice cold. You both yelped, rushing to get away from the freezing stream. The floors being tiled and your legs both being rather weak made it so you both almost slipped, grabbing at the sheet of glass to steady yourselves and you erupted into laughter.

“How the fuck did we run out of hot water?” Jayson exclaimed as he blindly reached into the shower to turn the mixer off. The fog was growing thicker with the presence of cold air. It was making everything feel a lot more difficult and dramatic than it needed to be.

“We were a while,” you answered him, hands out feeling around for the towel rail, “why the fuck did you lower the lights, Tatum?”

Wrapped in robes and laughing about nothing in particular, you both feel into bed. Jayson pulled you on top of him in a matter of moments and you rested your head on his chest, pulling the robe open. You watched as his chest rose and fell and listened to his heart beat. You scattered kisses over top of it before resting your chin on your hands and looking up at him.

“So, about those tattoos…”

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Breaking Down (Chapter 2)

Pairing: Leighton X Tatum

Warnings: eating disorder, description of vomiting, angst, smut (brief/not super explicit)

Word Count: 2000, Part 2/?

Part 1 / Part 3

Leighton's anxiety continues to have aftershocks. She feels insecure about herself and in her relationship with Tatum.

Leighton tossed her heels on the ground and crashed onto the couch in the common area of her suite when she got inside. She groaned and scrolled through her phone for a bit, wanting to decompress before going to bed.

It didn’t seem like the other girls were home. Leighton felt weirdly lonely and she was still reeling from the earlier panic attack. She considered immediately texting the sweet person that she had just met but thought that would look really desperate so she didn’t.

She scrolled for a bit longer and then went into her room with the intention of getting ready for bed. She looked at herself in her floor-length mirror and frowned upon seeing how bloated she looked. She turned to look at her side profile and she sucked in her stomach but still just felt disgusting. She thought about everything she ate at dinner with Tatum and their dad and that feeling of anxiety she had been fighting all night came rushing right back.

Leighton went to the single stall bathroom on their floor and leaned over the toilet as she gagged herself and threw up everything that she ate.

There came a point where her brain just turned off and she focused on feeling empty. Empty of thought. Empty of feeling. Empty of food.

A few minutes later, she wiped her face with a paper towel and rinsed her mouth out with tap water and felt good as new. She went back to her room and was surprised to see Tatum standing outside of her suite door, waiting.

“Tatum?”

The other blonde looked up from her phone and smiled at Leighton, “hey you, I didn’t want to go to bed without saying goodnight, and I didn’t want to leave things the way we did at dinner.”

Leighton nodded and feigned a smile, “come on in, then.”

Leighton and Tatum went into the younger girl’s dorm and sat down on the couch in the common area together.

“Are you okay? You know, after telling your dad?”

Leighton genuinely thought for a moment about telling Tatum the truth about how she felt about the whole thing, but for some reason, she just couldn’t bring herself to do it. She wanted Tatum to see her as perfect, She didn’t want Tatum to see the cracks that she kept hidden.

“I’m really fine, Tatum, and I really don’t want to talk about it anymore. What’s done is done.”

Tatum wasn’t stupid, she could tell that Leighton was being less than forthcoming, but she didn’t really want to push it either, “alright, Leighton. If you say so.”

Leighton felt satisfied, “now, do you think, you could maybe help me with something?”

“What’s that?”

“Can you make it so that I don’t have to think anymore tonight?”

Tatum raised an eyebrow and gave her girlfriend a cheeky grin.

The girls went into Leighton’s room and Tatum pressed Leighton up against the bedroom door and made out with her adoringly. Leighton blissfully let herself go and let the intimacy with the older blonde numb her mind. She grabbed Tatum’s ass and let her take her to the bed and give her the pleasure she so desperately needed.

The couple got under the covers together and Tatum slid her hand down Leighton’s body and gave Leighton her fingers until Leighton came undone, no longer tormented by any of her anxieties for a short while.

After that, Leighton quickly gave in to sleep, the exhaustion from the night forcing her body to quit. Tatum smiled and gave Leighton a soft kiss on the forehead before taking her leave, conveniently timed with Bela coming in for the night.

Leighton slept in considerably the following morning, feeling completely drained from the panic attack and everything that followed. Her suitemates didn’t want to wake her unnecessarily, so they just let her sleep through the Saturday morning. Kimberly saved her some pancakes and coffee from the dining hall before heading out for her shift at Sips. Bela left for the day to go work on some writing, and Whitney hunkered down in the common area to study.

At 1 PM, Leighton still hadn’t awoken. Whitney was starting to worry and was about to check in on Leighton when there was a polite knock on the door. She answered and was surprised to see Tatum and Leighton’s father, Henry, standing out in the hall.

The blonde glanced around then turned to Whitney, “is Leighton alright? She hasn’t answered my texts this morning…”

“She’s still asleep. You’re welcome to go in and check on her, we just didn’t want to bother her. Is everything alright?”

“That’s what we’re here to find out,” Tatum answered. Henry Murray came inside and sat down on the couch while Tatum went over to Leighton’s room, knocking gently before opening the door and quietly going inside. Tatum set her bag down on the floor and crawled into the bed with her sleeping girlfriend, wrapping her arms around Leighton and pressing soft kisses on the side of her neck to wake her.

Leighton stirred and cracked an eye open. Seeing Tatum, she smiled and closed her eyes again, “mmm hi baby…”

“Hi sleepyhead, it’s pretty late in the day… Are you okay?”

Leighton groaned, “why do you keep asking that?”

“Well, if I’m being honest, you worried me last night. And your dad, too.”

“What? My dad?”

“He’s out in the living room, we’d really like to talk to you if that’s okay.”

Leighton sat up straight, suddenly very alert, “what?” Leighton quickly got out of bed and side-stepped Tatum and went out into the living room. Whitney made eye contact with her roommate and left to give them all privacy to talk.

“Dad, what are you doing here? I thought you were heading back home.”

Henry stood up and faced his daughter, “Hi honey, I just wanted to check in with you one more time before leaving. I ran into Tatum and we both expressed that we were feeling worried about you.”

“I don’t understand… Why are you worried about me? I'm literally fine.”

“Can you please sit down, sweetie?” Henry asked.

Leighton looked to Tatum who echoed Leighton’s dad, “Please, Leight, we just want to talk.”

Leighton’s eyes filled with panic but she sat down in a chair across from her dad and Tatum sat down, too.

Henry reached out and took Leighton’s hand in his, “honey, it’s just that, it’s only your second trimester at school and I feel like you’ve already been through so much. Too much for any one person to be able to handle alone.”

“I’m not alone! I have Tatum and my roommates-”

“You’re not confiding in me, and I don’t think you’re letting your roommates in, either.” Tatum says.

“I don’t want to see the same thing that happened with your friends from high school happen again, Leight. If you’re struggling, the people who love you want to help you.”

Leighton couldn’t believe what she was hearing from her dad. She dropped her head into her hands and started to shake.

Henry continued, “Tatum, do you think you could give us a minute?”

Leighton felt Tatum lightly rub her shoulder and then leave the suite.

“Leighton, I think I know what’s going on.”

“You have no idea, dad… you don’t…”

“Then tell me.”

Leighton took a deep breath and then finally spilled everything to her dad. She sobbed as she told him about all of her stresses and anxieties. She explained how hard it’s been to make friends outside of her roommates, how heartbroken she was (and is) over Alicia, how navigating being queer on campus has been a nightmare, how doing well in her classes has only intensified her crippling fear of failure, how she doesn’t have Nico’s guidance anymore, how scared she is of disappointing her family, and how desperate she is to look good and be thin.

Henry held her hand and listened to it all as Leighton bared her soul, revealing the panic attacks, the eating disorder, and the relationship drama.

They talked for a while, Leighton eventually ended up joining her father on the couch and curled up beside him like she would have when she was little. He validated her fears and reminded her how important it was that she take care of her health.

Leighton got a text on her phone so she looked at it for the first time that morning. The most recent text was from Tatum and it read, I had to go but I will check in later, okay? There were a few other texts from Tatum throughout the morning, but there was also a message from Alicia that was sent late the previous night: thinking about you, can we meet up soon? Leighton sighed and set her phone face down.

“How are things with Tatum? You seem like you really like her.”

“I do really like her. She’s really great, but I don’t know… sometimes I feel like we’re not the right fit for each other. Someone totally random helped me through my panic attack last night… and I felt more safe then to just exist as myself than I do with Tatum or did with Alicia… but I don’t know…”

“If you don’t feel like you can be yourself in a relationship, then that relationship isn’t a safe space for you. But, I can tell that Tatum does care for you. She was very concerned about you and could sense that you were hiding it from her.”

“I’m not trying to hurt her…”

“I know that, honey, and I think she does, too.”

Leighton and her dad sat quietly for a while and then Henry asked, “well, kiddo, what’s our next step? I think it would be best for me to broach the subject with your mother first, but maybe you should facetime your brother soon. And, you and I can talk about setting you up with a therapist to talk about the anxiety and the eating disorder. How does that sound?”

Leighton nodded, “yeah… that sounds good.”

Leighton’s dad gave her a kiss on her head and said, “no more trying to be someone else, just be the incredible woman that you already are.”

Later that afternoon, Henry left for his flight back to New York and Leighton showered and caught up with Tatum around dinnertime. When Leighton found her in the dining hall, she immediately ran up and wrapped Tatum in a hug. Tatum smiled and rubbed Leighton’s back and then pulled back to give her a kiss.

“You interventioned me and you didn’t even know the extent of what was going on…”

Tatum winced slightly, “I know, are you mad?”

Leighton shook her head, “No, I’m grateful. I really needed that with my dad, so thank you. And I’m sorry for not letting you in.”

“Look, Leighton, if there are things that you don’t want to share with me, I understand that. I just want to make sure you have someone, okay?”

Leighton nodded slowly, “I’m just worried that I might be a completely different person than the version of me that I’ve curated for you.”

Tatum furrowed her brows, “what do you mean? I think I know who you are pretty well, we’re like, cut from the same cloth.”

“Yeah… I guess.” Leighton considered Tatum’s words and knew that they worried her, but she really did like being with Tatum and she wanted to keep trying to make it work. “The Women’s Center is hosting a fundraising auction in a few days, will you come with me? I think you should meet some of my friends at the Women’s Center and see what it’s like there. It’s also a costume party!”

Tatum hesitated to answer at first but then said, “I will go with you, but you cannot make me wear a costume.”

Leighton grinned, “and you can’t keep me from trying!”

Next Chapter

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