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☆ Desire | Part two

Ethan Landry x reader

Summary : the group finds out you’ve been killed by ethan.

Warnings : mention of sex + fight + death + blood. !!!!! SPOILERS SCREAM VI !!!!

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That's it, he had done it, he had just killed you. Ethan was on top of your body, he admired his work, it was his first kill and the fuck did he love it. He had warned Chad of your death, and he had called the police to inform them about the attack of ghostface, Ethan was smart, he knew it would take seven minutes for your friends to arrive and nine minutes for rescuers.

He therefore still had five minutes to make the attack credible. So he took his knife and stuck it in his left thigh.

The pain was so intense. "Damn" he grumbled.

Then he cut his stomach slightly so as not to bleed too much and finally he hit his head against one of the brick walls.

"Holy shit," he exclaimed, running his hand over his now bleeding skull.

The last thing to do was get rid of the knife, he looked for a hiding place, he saw a hole in one of the walls in front of him, he approached and hid the knife in it then he took one of the bricks which were on the ground and plugged the hole.

Once everything was settled, he looked at you one last time then went towards the street to find your friends, but before he arrived, a noise caught his attention, like footsteps behind him, he turned around but didn't see anything, so he went back on his way and walked down the street.

"Ethan, you're fucking bleeding." Exclaimed Sam who approached him running.

"Yes that motherfucker tried to get me but I hit him and he left." He answered her.

"Where is Y/n ?" Asked Tara who had just arrived, her face streaming with tears.

He turned to her "I'm really sorry, I tried to help her but it's too late. Her body is in the alley."

Chad and Mindy had just arrived with Quinn and Anika. The group of friends rushed into the alley, Ethan following them.

"It's horrible to see, you shouldn't—" He stopped talking and froze when he saw that you were gone.

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"Where the hell is she ?" Chad got angry.

Ethan leaned against the wall, trying to figure out what was going on. You were dead, you had to, he stabbed you and you bleed out in front of his eyes. It's impossible that you could get up and leave.

"Guys" yelled Mindy.

Everyone turned their heads in her direction.

"Did you find her ?" Sam asked.

"Nah, but there are traces of blood, as if her body had been dragged."

The friends advanced towards the tracks. "Do you think someone took her ?" Asked Tara.

"Where is the interest ?"

"Maybe Ghostface came back for her body. Maybe it's part of his fucking plan." Sam exclaimed, clearly worried about her friend.

"Will someone explain this mess to me."

The group turned and saw Quinn's father, Detective Bailey approaching them, a medical team rushed at Ethan.

"Hi Dad."

"Hi sweetie."

The detective turned to Sam "There was a murder tonight. Two students were found dead in their apartment. There were ghostface costumes and your ID Sam."

The eldest Carpenter opened her mouth in shock. "What ?"

"You have to follow my colleagues to the police station."

"But I did not do anything !"

He nodded "I know, but that's the procedure."

Sam groaned as she ran her hands over her face "Okay, but please find my friend Y/n. Ethan told us she was killed by Ghostface, but her body is nowhere. There might be a chance she's still alive."

"I will do everything to find her." He ensured

As Sam followed two police officers to a car, the detective turned to the group.

"I want you all in Quinn's apartment, I'll personally come watch."

The friends were about to answer but he shook his head "It's non-negotiable, you are in danger here."

They then walked towards Chad's car, but Bailey cleared his throat "Except you Ethan, I have to take your statement, I'll drop you off after."

Ethan nodded. After everyone left, the detective hit the back of the boy's head.

"Damn Ethan, what the fuck did you get us into ?"

The boy lowered his head, ashamed.

"I'm sorry dad."

"As you should, you little shit. Can you explain to me why you killed her now ?"

"I had an urge."

The father shook his head "You and your fucking urges. And besides, what the hell were you doing with her ?"

Ethan bit his lip. "I wanted to...well you know what I'm talking about."

Bailey sneered. "You wanted to fuck her. I can understand that, but fuck it Ethan. We've been planning your brother's revenge for months and because of you everything might be screwed up."

"Dad, I cut her open like a fish, there's no way she's still alive."

"So where is her fucking body !"

Ethan shrugged "Maybe some crazy guy found him and wants to play with his body. You're going to have the hospitals monitored anyway, right ?"

The man nodded.

"So if she ever gets treatment, you'll be the first to know and we can finish her off. Look, I know I screwed up on that one, after I fucked her, I don't know, it was probably adrelanine, but I acted without thinking, but I promise you it won't happen again."

The detective put a hand on his son's shoulder.

"I know, sorry for getting upset, but we're doing this for Richie."

"I know dad."

The man kissed his second son's forehead. "Despite everything, I'm proud of you, you not only fucked her but also killed her."

Ethan smiled at his father "I've never had so much fun."

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Bailey was chatting with the FBI agent who had been sent to investigate the case when Samantha arrived.

"Kirby ?" she exclaimed

"Hello Sam"

"Do you know each other?" he asked

"We were in the same high school in Woodsboro, well Kirby was in his last year when I entered."

The blonde nodded, then Samantha turned to the detective. "Any news from Y/n ?"

He shook his head no. "Unfortunately not, but my teams remain on high alert."

Kirby frowned "Y/n ?"

"You know her ?" Sam asked.

"Yes, before the killings ten years ago, I spent a lot of time with Jill Roberts, and she babysat Y/n very often, I saw her often. Is she okay ?"

Sam shook her head "No, Chad's roommate, a friend of mine. He took her home, but he says he was attacked by Ghostface and Y/n died but before we got there her body was taken."

Kirby closed her eyes "Shit."

Days passed without any news of Y/n or her body, which increasingly worried the group of friends. One night, Ghostface broke into the apartment Sam, Tara and Quinn shared. He killed Quinn, then Anika. Ethan was the first suspected by the four friends. The more time passed, the more the tension growned.

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Tara and Sam couldn't believe their eyes. It was Ethan the killer, but not only.

Detective Bailey was complicit and Quinn, who they thought was dead, was there too, donning the Ghostface costume.

"It was so simple." Ethan exclaimed pointing a knife at Tara. He and Quinn, who turned out to be his sister, killed Chad.

"Become roommates with that fat prick Chad. Then then there was Y/n."

Tara felt anger invading her body, she wanted to avenge you and to avenge Chad.

"I had so much fun with her, I fucked her first, like she had never been fucked before, then I gutted her like a fish."

"The thing that freaked me out was when her body disappeared, but hey, she didn't resurface, she must be dead in a vault by now."

He approached a little closer to Tara "Dead, like your boyfriend."

As she was about to punch him, a deep voice came through the speakers. The voice of Ghostface.

"Surprise Ethan." Everyone looked up at the loudspeakers in the theater

"Y/n is it you?" he asked.

The deep voice chuckled "Oh no, I'm someone who hasn't killed in a while and is dying to slit a few throats."

Suddenly Ghostface appeared running behind Quinn and slit her throat. Bailey and Ethan rushed at the masked person, that's when Tara and Sam took the opportunity to jump on them.

Sam pulled out her father Billy's knife and stabbed the detective twenty times.

Tara was hitting Ethan as hard as she could, but the boy punched her in the face and tackled her to the ground, ready to finish her off.

That's when Ghostace grabbed him by the hair and lifted him, giving Tara the opportunity to get up. The young girl didn't know if she should run or stay, the masked person stared at her, then he handed a knife to the young Carpenter.

Tara grabs the knife and stabs Ethan in the throat. The boy then began to spit blood, she pushed the blade even more and approached his face

"That's for Chad."

She pulled the knife out and shoved it back into Ethan's lower abdomen, then gently brought it up to his sternum. "And that's for Y/n son of a bitch."

Ethan's innards came out and he fell to the ground. For a moment Tara and Ghostface exchanged looks. "Y/n ?" she asked.

The person shook his head no.

"So who are you ?" Tara felt a shiver run through her when this person put his finger to his lips in a gesture of silence.

Then, he turned and walked away as if nothing had happened, but before leaving the theater, he stopped near Kirby who was injured on the ground, knelt down beside her and passed a tender hand on her cheek, then without saying anything, Ghostface left.

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Three days passed and things were starting to go back to normal. Chad was miraculously alive, as were Mindy, Kirby and Gale who had been attacked in her home.

Y/n was still in a coma because of all the blood she had lost, the doctors had managed to stabilize her condition but they couldn't believe their eyes, someone had treated her all her days before taking her to the hospital.

The group of friends sat in Y/n's room hoping she would wake up.

"Who do you think it was?" Mindy asked

"I don't know, but it was someone who wanted to protect Y/n." Sam replied.

"No matter who it is, it's thanks to him or her that Y/n is still alive." Tara exclaimed.

"Yeah, and I'm glad that person helped her." Added Chad.

Kirby, who was sitting in the corner, nodded.

A silence fell over the room, until a tired voice was heard. "She's alive."

Everyone turned to Y/n who had just woken up. They stood up and gathered around her.

"I'm going to get a doctor." Sam informed before running out of the room.

"She is alive." Continued Y/n.

Kirby gently put her hand on Y/n’s arms "Shhh, it's fine. It's over."

The more she woke up and the more the girl stirred.

"She's alive. She saved me."

"Who are you talking about ?" asked Tara

"Y/n you should try to calm down, you're just coming out of a coma and you-" The Y/h/c grabs Kirby's arm tightly to silence her.

"She’s still alive. Jill is alive."

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author's note: i apologize for the end of this sequel, but i really want to see jill roberts return to the scream franchise. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this second part. thank you for all the comments and likes of the first part. i love you guys.

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97keanu · 8 months

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Keanu characters + couples Halloween costumes:

John Wick:

John wants to say he doesn't do costumes. He complains, gently, saying he's too old to dress up anyways, but he can't say no to you in the end. He thinks you're funny when you suggest being a nurse since you're always patching him up all the time, but he also can't deny the image of you being a sexy nurse either. You also joke about him being a literal baba yaga and he finds that less funny. In the end, you two go as something that's actually as far from his work as possible, something simple and cute that ends up leaving John feeling happy he can have a moment of fun. Even if that is just staying in, watching cheesy horror movies, and giving out candy with you.

Kevin Lomax:

Unlike John, Kevin would totally go for the obvious with an angel/demon couples costume. He might even ask to be the angel just to throw people off, not to mention seeing you in a sexy devil's costume (especially if you're typically an innocent!reader) would really turn him on. He also likes to keep the costumes a bit higher class, so what you're wearing is not coming from the corner store or the mall. No, Kevin is buying you louboutin red bottoms to match a skin tight Alexander McQueen red dress. And, well, maybe the devil horns and tail do actually come from the mall...

Neo:

Neo doesn't want to admit how badly he loves dressing up. He likes being able to be someone else from time to time, just to get away from his typically boring on the surface life. He likely is asking you to be in 90s nerdy pop culture cosplay for Halloween, maybe even leaning onto the more goth side of media. He would take inspo from movies like: The Crow, Blade, Underworld, and maybe even end up asking you to be the Sally to his Jack.

Ted Logan:

Ted would love any outfit that he could easily pull off being stoned in. Think Shaggy and Velma (bill might even tag in as Scooby). Another great one you two cook up is Garfield and Hello Kitty, but Ted also adds that, Garfield is also, of course, stoned. There's also a possibility for you two to get into a lot of silly innuendos costumes as well, but with Ted's mind they would likely not make much sense. Possibility for you to convince Ted on a historic costume and getting him to take you back in time for period accurate clothing. Also, don't be surprised if it turns into a thrupple costume with Bill.

Evil!Ted Logan:

He would think couples costumes are stupid at first, and maybe even berate you about it (crybaby!reader watch out!). His mind would change when he sees there's slasher Halloween costumes at the mall, and he decides he and evil!bill can probably get away with more mischief if they're masked. He would probably try to talk you into being either the final girl from a slasher to reenact some fantasies, or ask you to be a sexy ver. of Ghostface or Freddy.

Constantine:

Constantine doesn't do costumes. He will likely not even end up breaking like Wick, and instead is a meanie about the whole thing. He shows up in that damned suit he always wears while you're out here in your cutest sexy girl outfit (think angel, playboy bunny, cat woman) and only ends up feeling bad about the whole thing after you storm off and cry. He apologizes the best he can, and ends up trying to make it up to you by being more social at the party, and telling your friends that he's dressed as "Vincent from Pulp Fiction" or some other character that comes to mind that wears a suit. Next year, you make him promise to actually dress up, and when you two do it's totally cheesy ones he hates but allows for you, such as Joker and Harley Quinn-esque.

Jonathan Harker:

This ones fun because you two are going to a masquerade! You get the most gorgeous gown with all the frills you please, with a gothic touch of course. Jonathan isn't usually one who dresses overboard, but tonight he has dressed to the nines for you! He looks sleek and dark, stunning in an illusive mask that for some reason has you feeling more of his dom side. Jonathan actually ends up really getting into it, and he charms you all night long as if he's almost another man entirely. The beauty of the masqurade conceals and invites freedom to be someone you're typically not, and by the end of it, you can't wait to take him home. He can keep the mask on tonight.

♰ Please send any costumes you think would work for keanuverse characters, I'd love to hear them! Especially anyone I missed ʚ♥︎ɞ

#john wick x reader #neo x reader #kevin lomax x reader #constantine x reader #jonathan harker x reader #ted logan x reader #evil!ted logan x reader #john wick #kevin lomax #ted theodore logan #john constantine #keanu reeves #my writing #my imagines #neo the matrix

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trick-or-fucking-treat · 21 days

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The Knife in You Brings Out the Life in Me - Danny Johnson x Reader

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Prologue ~

Summary:

Y/n was never close with her cousin Billy and hadn’t seen him in years, but when he shows up at her roadside home, running from the law and with a Stu on his arm, she figures it’s best to let him stay. He wouldn’t.. gut her? Right? Best not take any chances! The real kicker, however, is when their inspiration - the real and original Ghostface - shows up. She has less faith he’ll let her live if she isn’t careful.

"How could this happen? Am I dreaming again? Her body's not moving I'm assuming she's dead"

- The Greatest Story Ever Told, Ice Nine Kills

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"Fuck, Billy! What'd we do now?" Stu stressed, knife in hand, gesturing wildly.

"Well... our face is on every news station, too many people around here know who we are." Like Stu, Billy still wore his shitty dollar store Ghostface costume, albeit their masks were tossed off to the side. Both were covered in blood, Billy slightly more so, and Billy was trying to keep his cool while Stu made every effort to panic.

"Ok, so.. we need to lie low?"

"Exactly. I have a rich cousin who doesn't live far from here, but still pretty out of the way. She's a recluse, we won't be bothered there... assuming she'll take us in."

After pulling off their first couple murders scot free, Billy and Stu decided they couldn't let the thrill go. Of course it was going to bite them in the ass eventually, but how were they supposed to know karma is a cold hearted bitch? Welp! They sure do now...

Their latest victim managed to get away, and while she didn't see their faces, she was damn sure she knew the killers. The two slash happy teens had taken a hit at another one of their classmates who they weren't too fond of, and they got cocky. Gave a hint hint, wink wink, at who they were behind the masks to scare the poor victim into thinking she was going to get her guts spilled by the guys who sit across the classroom to her in chemistry. It's all part of the thrill!

Except this time the bitch got away and ran to the police.

Stu was quiet for a moment before another thought occurred to him. "What about... you know who..? How will he find us if we drop off the map?"

"For all we know Danny's watching us right now! He's probably laughing about us fucking up.. he'll find us or he won't, that's up to him. Right now we need to get out of dodge."

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Danny Johnson. The original Ghostface. Billy and Stu thought they were funny copycatting such a famous psycho. He was their role model of sorts.

Things changed when good ol' Jed Olsen started being pally with Billy and Stu, though. He was older. Sort of came out of nowhere. Knew things he shouldn't have known.

At first the pair were worried he knew what they were up to and just needed confirmation before going to the police, but Jed seemed to find it more funny than anything. He had this energy about him that made them cautious.

One night they were getting ready to start stalking another future victim (Miss run-away-and-blab-to-the-police funnily enough) when they got a phone call.

"Do you like scary movies?" The familiar staticky voice had spoken. "Who am I kidding? Of course you do! Why else would you both be starring in one? The question is... are you really the predators? Or are you actually... the prey?" The line had gone dead a moment later.

But when they shared a slightly concerned glance and decided to continue to leave for their midnight hobby, they opened the door to see a matching - though much more pristine mask - staring back at them.

The Ghostface at the door didn't wear a cheap, scraggly, dollar store Halloween costume like Billy and Stu. He wore thick, black, sturdy material with straps and combat boots. Ohhh fuuuuuck... this guy is serious.

Danny gave them a good scare and let them fear for their lives for a while. Danny's a better killer than them. More experienced. More ruthless, and far more premeditated. But despite planning on killing them at first (they stole his entire thing, they couldn't get away with it, Danny had been planning this for a while) in the moment, he saw potential in them. Also they were a good laugh.

From then on, Danny took them under his wing and turned up when he felt like it to guide them in stalking and nurture their talent for murder.

Danny wasn't typically the kind of guy to help out other killers, especially ones who steal his likeness, but these guys had the same raw psychopathy that Danny sees in himself. And also, what the hell, he gets bored, they buy him free meals, they treat him like a god, what's not love!

And so Billy and Stu met their hero and dedicated their time to someday be as great as him. (Danny knew they'd never live up to him, he can always kill 'em when they get boring).

But now they've fucked up. Their victim got away. Danny's laughing and hiding in a bush somewhere vowing to never let them live it down. And Billy and Stu are hitching a ride to Billy's cousins place, hoping y/n will look past the blood and murder and let them crash for a little while.

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A/N: ok this is the prologue for my new fic! Now I know I've written fuck all in a long time, and I apologise to anyone who's been waiting on updates to my other fics if you've read any, but I've got to go where the inspiration takes me!

I hope you enjoyed this little intro and please leave a comment if you have any ideas!

Have a great day/night,

~ trick-or-fucking-treat

#danny jed olsen johnson x reader #danny johnson ghostface x reader #danny johnson x reader #danny jed olsen johnson #ghostface x reader #danny johnson #slashers x reader #slasher #slashers #dead by daylight #dead by daylight x reader #dead by daylight fanfic #ghostface

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mixtape-racha · 10 months

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it's a scream, baby! | hyunlix

chapter three: i wanna know who i'm looking at

words: 1.87k // warnings: kiss scene, minor character deaths

OFFICIAL GHOSTFACE KILL COUNT: 001

“okay, i think its time we call it a night, guys.”

ah, words of magic to (y/n) as hyunjin and herself looked up at chan from their game of uno on the living room floor.

“christopher, i could kiss you right on the mouth right now, you little angel.” (y/n) grinned sleepily, hopping up to take a seat on the couch next to felix.

chan chuckled nervously, ears flushing red as he glanced around the room, eyes stopping for a second longer on jeongin.

“maybe don’t do that, love, but i appreciate the gesture. i can just see that you and jisung are on the verge of passing out in here.”

she nodded gently, head rested against felix’s shoulder. they had decided earlier in the night that they were going to stay in 2 separate dorms between the nine of them, as they were all still shaken up from the events of the night before.

chan, seungmin and hyunjin were going to stay with (y/n), minho and jeongin, while felix, changbin and jisung stayed at chan’s dorm. it just felt safer that way - none of them would be alone, and they all would be able to sleep a little better knowing that they had each other around. of course, they put extra people in (y/n)’s dorm in case heejin’s killer decided to start taking out random girls all over campus - they had to be careful.

everyone started saying their goodbyes, minho and seungmin quickly retiring to the former’s room for some privacy - something they didn’t get a lot of when surrounded by clingy friends. jeongin had further asked if chan wanted to play xbox with him, so they disappeared too - leaving hyunjin and (y/n) alone in the living room.

if you asked any of their friends, there was always a kind of weird sexual tension between hyunjin and (y/n). almost like they knew of one anothers feelings, but were too scared to act upon it in case they were wrong. jisung had told them many a time to just fuck and get it over with, but hyunjin was always such a gentleman and (y/n) couldn’t help but wonder if he felt so strongly about her too.

they’d been on a couple of "dates", spending time together alone quite regularly. lingering touches, choosing to sit together when there still was space elsewhere. it seemed they just enjoyed being in their bubble together - no labels, no potential mess to follow, just two friends who liked to hold hands and go bowling together.

but for them to be alone now was strange, for both of them in different ways. they’d been teasing and flirting all evening, and suddenly the living room felt far too small for just the two of them. clearing his throat, hyunjin avoided eye contact with the girl in front of him.

“uh, if you don’t mind grabbing me a blanket, i’ll take the couch tonight.” he smiled sheepishly, fiddling with his fingers.

“no, it’s okay. the couch is uncomfortable anyway, i don’t mind you bunking in with me.” (y/n)’s expression mirrored hyunjin’s, and she felt like a kid with her first crush all over again.

“oh- are you sure? i don’t wanna intrude…”

“hyun, it’s okay. i wouldn’t offer if i didn’t mean it. c’mon.”

she gently took one of his hands, leading him down the hallway and to her bedroom. hyunjin had been in her room many times before, but this time felt… different? like electricity was flying between them, and the sparks could almost cause a fire.

maybe it was the impending fear that any of them could be murdered in a moment, and the realization that after this year ended that they wouldn’t be living a 5 minute walk away from each other anymore, but hyunjin wanted (y/n) more than ever as she quietly shut her bedroom door behind them.

“(y/n),” hyunjin started, fearing if he thought too much, his words would fall back into his mouth. “tell me i’m reading this right. we’re not just friends anymore, are we? if you don’t feel the same, just forget i ever said anything. i just can’t keep it in when you could be the next person to turn up dead.”

smiling softly, (y/n) shook her head. hyunjin was too cute, especially with a worried pout on his lips and his eyebrows furrowed like that.

“you’re not reading anything wrong, hyunnie. been waiting for you to finally make a move.”

moving across the room to sit next to hyunjin, who was awkwardly perched on the end of her bed, (y/n) reached out to take his hand again.

“hyunjin, will you kiss me? i don’t wanna keep dancing around it when we both want it, and i’ve been desperate to kiss you all night.”

“of course i will, love.” hyunjin chuckled, cupping (y/n)’s cheek in his large hand, and gently pushing his lips into hers. and god, it felt like heaven. since freshman year, (y/n) had wondered about what hyunjin’s plump, soft lips would taste like, and it was so much better than she ever dreamt. did he have a single flaw? he was just too perfect.

the kiss was over as fast as it started, and (y/n) couldn’t help but blush at the adoration hyunjin held in his eyes.

“wanna watch a movie and cuddle? chan was right, you really do look exhausted.”

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nari and areum giggled to themself, barely able to keep their hands off each other. nari’s flatmate, yeji, had gone out for the night to visit her newborn niece, so they finally had the dorm to themselves after so long.

and nari was a respectful flatmate, so she didn’t have areum over constantly for yeji’s sake. no one wanted to wake up to see their flatmate making out with her girlfriend over their breakfast. so yeah, some time alone was nice, and much needed.

the movie playing on tv had been long forgotten, along with the piles of takeaway and snack covering the coffee table. the girls were entirely wrapped up in each other, hands wrapped around each others waists and lips touching any skin they could reach.

it was hard to focus on anything but each other, the entirety of the outside world blurred out. nothing could pull them away from each other, nothing could distract them. and maybe that was their downfall.

maybe if they weren’t so wrapped up in each, they would’ve notice areum hadn’t closed the front door properly when nari let her in. maybe they would’ve heard the door creak open over the sound of girl groups singing on the tv. maybe they would have noticed they were no longer alone in the flat. maybe, just maybe…. they would have been able to avoid their current situation.

a cloaked figure donning a ghostface mask had somehow got into the flat. nari had headed to the kitchen to get areum a drink of water when she heard a frightened yelp from her girlfriend in the other room, quickly turning on her feet to go back and check what had happened.

but she never got to.

the figure behind her had hit her over the head, rendering her unconscious. when she came to, she was gagged and tied to one of her dining table chairs. her vision was blurry, and her head felt hot - like a pool of blood was growing under her hair.

as her eyes focussed, she searched frantically for areum - screaming as much as she could through the material covering her mouth. the chair shook with the force she was exerting trying to get out of its hold, but her efforts were futile.

she almost wished she hadn’t looked so hard for areum, when she saw the body of her girlfriend draped across the carpet on the floor. she didn’t seem to be breathing, and…. no. she had to just be unconscious, right? she couldn’t be dead. not her areum.

but as the cloaked figure above areum’s unmoving form, using their black glove to clear the blade of their knife of blood, nari’s world stopped. her girlfriend was dead. and by the way the figure was stalking towards her with their head tilted, she was probably next.

she was just glad she was unconscious while they had destroyed areum - she didn’t have to witness the way the life left her love’s eyes, and areum wouldn’t have to watch as nari herself was killed.

attempts to free herself leaving her body, nari’s eyes were locked on the body of areum. the way the girl was face down in the carpet, the material red and sticky with blood. maybe death was better, she couldn’t cope if she had survived while areum was gone. she assumed this was how suho felt when he learnt of heejin’s demise.

at least she’d be reunited with her soulmate. with that little comfort in her soul, nari couldn’t bring herself to fight back and the tall figure gripped her hair, pulling her head back to expose her throat.

she couldn’t bring herself to scream out, or fight as the blade touched her neck. there was no reason to try, to beg for mercy. not now.

with tears freely flowing down her cheeks, nari prayed that areum would be waiting for her wherever they ended up.

as the blade sliced her skin, and blood began to pour down her front, nari almost felt a sense of relief. as long as she was reunited with areum, it would all be okay.

giving into the drowsiness washing over her, nari felt at peace.

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(y/n) woke up feeling groggy, eyes barely open and blanket falling off the bed. she reached across her bed to shake hyunjin awake, but was confused to find him already gone. something in her heart twinged at that, and she felt bile rise in her throat. had she read the signs wrong, and all he wanted was some easy action. surely not, hyunjin wasn’t like that, right?

with a wave of anxiety coursing through her veins, (y/n) stood up from her bed, reaching for her phone as she headed towards the bathroom. maybe he’d messaged her? but wait… his bag and phone were still on her desk? so where had he gone?

as her eyes scanned her room, she saw a piece of folded paper that definitely wasn’t there when she had went to bed. confused, she picked it up and opened it, her heart soaring when she did.

hyunjin had left her a note. he’d gone to meet his mom for breakfast, and was planning on coming back to get his stuff and hang out after. why was he so unrelentingly adorable? turning on her phone, she quickly messaged the boy to tell him to inform her when he was on his way back so she could have a coffee waiting.

almost instantly, he texted back - just a simple heart emoji - but it was enough to make (y/n) squeal to herself. placing her phone back down on her desk, she headed into the bathroom to take a shower before hyunjin returned, a grin seemingly permanent on her face.

maybe things were looking up now.

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xmarziex · 10 months

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》ᴄʟᴏsᴇʀ《 (+𝟷𝟾)

Tara Carpenter x Gf!Fem!Reader

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Song: Closer - Nine Inch Nails Summary: R shows Tara who truly owns her. Warnings: gf!femreader, murder, smut, Tara receiving, knife kink, slight choke kink? Me being slightly ashamed of myself Requested by: @slvt4lanadelrey Words: 3.9k

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It was the most exhilarating feeling on this planet. The way your knife plunged repeatedly into the flesh of your latest victim; your mask already discarded on the floor. You found enjoyment in the splatter of crimson that ran down your face. Euphoria floods your system as if someone had distributed a dose of morphine into your veins.

It wasn't ever going to be a feeling you'd ever get tired of; the feeling of gutting someone, of the taste of blood that always seemed to find its way onto your lips. It wasn't a part of your plan to kill tonight, but you never seemed to abide by your own rules.

You'd like to think that you only resorted to murder because you felt like it, and in a way you did. But you were pissed, livid even. Chad Meeks-Martin thought that he could take what was yours, he thought he could get away with touching her. Oh, how wrong he was as your knife continued to penetrate his abdomen.

The life had long since left his eyes, by the time your dark eyes had looked up at his limp form. You were smiling like a complete maniac as you took the blade and gave him a final slash across his throat. You sat still for a bit, admiring your handy work before you got off his body and swiped the blade with your gloved hand, cleaning it of any excess blood. You were in an absolute state of pleasure as you stared down at his unmoving body, you didn't have to worry about Chad trying to steal Tara from you now.

It was tempting at this very moment to cut off his hands, the hands that believed they were privileged enough to touch what was yours. Hands that thought they could try and be a thief and steal from you without facing the proper consequences. "So fucking pathetic."

With one last look at Chad's lifeless form on the ground of his bedroom floor, you picked up your mask, slipped it back on and disappeared through the open window of his apartment, blending and disappearing into the night, making your way down the ladder.

It was amusing, to say the least, how much more exciting it had been to kill Chad, rather than Frankie. Frankie seemed too busy trying to get his dick wet, not even noticing a figure clad in black preparing to impale him with a knife. He had screamed like a little bitch, the music too loud for anyone to even hear him. The girl on the bed was too drunk to even realise the guy she was with was being slaughtered right in front of her.

He hadn't fought for his life, too busy trying to catch his bearings and stand on his own two feet, too busy trying to weakly push the knife away from where it had penetrated him. He deserved it. If only you had done it while he was still sober, drew out his inevitable death. He was another pathetic being who thought they could touch Tara, only he wanted to do it non-consensually.

Chad on the other hand had received the full Ghostface treatment, he was a premium victim after all.

It was comparable to the beginning sequence of 'Stab', he was the dumb bitch who picked up a call from an unknown number, the dumb bitch home alone. He truly thought he could outrun you, really thought he could fight you off. He was the 'big-breasted' girl who went running into his room when he could've been running out the front door.

What made his death so much more exhilarating, was the fact he put up a proper fight. It was the second-best feeling that had ever existed, the adrenaline, the wonder of if he would win or not. The satisfaction when he lay on the ground, losing the battle entirely. The feeling of watching as the blood started draining from his body.

You had grown sick and tired of the longing look he'd send Tara, the way he'd graze her knuckles or arm with his hand. The way he'd held hugs for a second too long, tonight had been the last straw. He looked so proud of himself; he looked smug thinking that she was on her way to falling in love with him just because she had kissed his cheek.

Look where that got him- dead laying on his bedroom floor. His roommate won't find his body until morning. So, he can enjoy the fact that no one noticed he was dead the whole night.

You let out a chuckle as you made your way home, Tara invading your mind as you wondered if Tara was already asleep considering how late it was. Or if she'd stayed up awaiting your return. The excitement of the fresh kill was still running through your system as your mind filled with only one thing. Tara.

The pit in your stomach felt heated, you wondered what Tara would think if you came home face drenched in the blood of your latest crime. If she'd want, you to run the knife still slightly coated in that conceited alpha's blood across her supple skin. If she found excitement in the fact, she knew exactly what you had done with it.

You were getting fidgety by the time you made it to the apartment complex, the staircase feeling like it was going to go for an eternity. You were frustrated that all these little things were delaying you from reaching Tara. That they were keeping you from your destination.

If only your knife could obliterate everything in its path whether it was an inanimate object or even a person. They shouldn't have the right to keep you from Tara.

You were beyond exasperated when you made it to the apartment you shared with Tara. The only thing on your mind as you unlocked the door and entered, the door closing and locking behind you with a clack, was how badly you wanted to rip your girlfriend's clothes off.

As your jet-black boots resounded against the floor with each step, your excitement began to come back with a burning vengeance. You hadn't taken your costume off yet, having chosen to stay blended into the night to avoid potential witnesses.

You were trembling by the time you made it to the entryway of your shared bedroom, Tara's gaze being half-lidded on the verge of falling asleep from her position in the centre of the bed. You were fighting back the urge to just lunge at her and take what you had been craving from the moment you had first embedded your sharp blade into your pathetic prey's flesh.

You watched as your girlfriend's gaze met yours, dark brown eyes blown wide in mock terror, sleep now the last thing on her mind. You stood there in the entryway a second longer admiring your lover's figure that was drowning in one of your oversized black t-shirts, the only light radiating on her body coming from the lamp on the bedside table, illuminating her beautiful figure.

You lifted your knife, still wearing the Ghostface mask, waving it slightly, fresh blood still coating the blade. Your smile turned sinister as you began to walk ever so slowly towards the bed. The closer you got, the more the heat in the pit of your stomach grew.

"Are you here to kill me?" Tara's doe eyes looked up at your figure approaching leisurely. You could see the hidden smile on the verge of breaking through, the lust that couldn't be hidden in her eyes.

You chuckled darkly under the mask, giving her a nod in response. You watched as the brunette slowly pushed herself up so that she could crawl towards the end of the comforter. You both were shaking in anticipation when the heavy sound of boots ceased, you having finally made it to the end of the bed after taking agonizingly slow strides.

You used your gloved hand to grip Tara's chin between your fingers tightly, tilting her head up to gaze into her lust-filled eyes. With the knife still gripped in your right hand you slowly brought it up, dragging the spine of the blade down your girlfriend's cheek.

Tara's hand slowly raised to the mask, your grip slightly tightening on her chin as the brunette's hand began to take the mark off. She was met with what she thought to be the most enticing sight. Your face drenched in partially dried-up blood. Your eyes were already burning with need as you stared down at the girl who had ownership over your heart.

Clenching Tara's chin tighter, you decided to finally give in slightly to your desires, with the spine of the knife still against her cheek, you pulled her into an all too searing kiss. One that expressed everything mere words couldn't. One that set both your worlds ablaze with a burning passion of unsanctioned lust. It was a kiss she was quick to fall into.

You took this time to kick your boots off, wanting nothing more than to push the brunette onto the mattress and just give in fully to your desires. She had brought the euphoric sense you had gotten from the kill back; the way you felt every time your sharp blade was found delving its way into your victim's flesh. She was the only person on this earth that could calm your beast, the only person that could turn you rabid in a mere second, the only person on this earth worth living for.

Ungripping the brown-eyed woman's chin, you slowly led her back into the centre of the bed. You started trailing the hand not holding the knife down towards her neck before grabbing a hold of it. You took this chance to bite Tara's bottom lip before tugging and releasing, leaning back to look at your lover.

"You fucking love this don't you?" You spoke huskily, Tara becoming a whimpering mess wanting nothing more but to reattach your lips with hers, only to be stopped by your giving her neck a slight squeeze. "Have I ever told you how absolutely ravishing you look under me, with my hand wrapped around your pretty little throat."

You flipped the knife around, so the tip was now pressed against her cheek, trailing down softly across her jawline. Tara's breathing became exceedingly shallower at the feeling of cold steel coming closer to her throat. She was enjoying this, making a sound of protest when you made a move to pull away entirely. Your hand detaching from her throat and knife retracting from its position on her skin.

"You're really needy tonight, aren't you?" You smirked towards the woman in front of you, before your eyes grew much darker. You gripped the bottom of the shirt she was wearing before using the knife to tear it from her waist to her neck, the tip of the knife grazing slightly against her supple skin. Tara gasped in shock at the action, before the shirt was completely ripped off her body, leaving her completely bare, with a fresh wave of goosebumps, running down her spine causing her to give an involuntary shiver.

You raised an eyebrow at her, the thought that she had only been wearing your shirt sending a new wave of heat down to your core. You took a moment to admire the dark-haired woman's figure. Every curve, every crevice, every scar was pure perfection in your eyes, she could very well put the goddess Aphrodite to shame with her beauty alone.

"Please-" it was a plea, one made with a quivering voice. She looked so utterly desperate. "I need you right now".

You didn't have to be told twice as you took your blood-stained gloves off and made a show of straddling the brunette's stomach. Her hands gripped your cloaked hips as your blade found its place back to its previous position on Tara's jaw continuing to trail downwards. The brown-eyed woman shivered as the knife began to make its way down her throat towards her chest.

Tara's grip tightened around your hips by the time the tip of your knife had made it down the side of her voluptuous breasts. You kept trailing a path lower, now running it down the middle of her abdomen making her shudder in ecstasy. The moment came to a stop when she watched as you threw the dirty knife to the side, before leaning over to grab a cleaner one from the drawer on the bedside table. Tara looked at you with a raised eyebrow before you flashed her a smirk.

You had grown bored of the previously discarded knife; it was coated in the blood of a lesser being. Someone who didn't deserve the privilege of tainting Tara's blood with their own. A vile human who had already suffered the consequences, after thinking he could have her.

You moved closer to her face, your lips inches apart. The cold metal of the new knife pressed against her cheek, but she didn't pay it any mind as her breathing became immensely deeper. She enjoyed the slight sting of the blade when she pushed herself up to connect your lips. it was much rougher than the earlier kiss, her tongue slipping into your mouth to meet yours.

You felt her fingers clawing at your cloak, feeling how her soft hands start to undress you completely as your lips continue to find each other. You pull away from your place straddling her lap, watching as a small trail of blood made its way down her cheek from the fresh cut. You leaned closer ever so slowly, your tongue trailing up her cheek capturing the crimson substance.

The metallic taste entering your taste buds made you moan in delight, grinding your bare hips ever so slightly down. The sound and action made Tara shiver, your breath fanning her cheek before you leaned closer to her ear to whisper, "God, you taste so fucking good." She let out her own moan as your teeth grazed her ear ever so softly. "Maybe I should try something more appetising".

You flashed a smirk as you slowly slid down her body and between her thighs, your knife following suit. She absently spread her legs wider, as you settled in between them, the tip of the blade making its way down her right thigh.

Her shoulders leaned against the headboard, pillows propped behind her back, as she watched in anticipation as you moved closer towards her sopping-wet folds. Your breath sends a shiver down her spine, her body desperately edging to get closer.

Tara's fists clenched the bed sheets as you drew closer, placing a feather-light kiss on her left inner thigh, your tongue beginning to trail slowly towards her throbbing core.

You trailed your tongue across the length of her slit, running your tongue between her folds. The cold steel of your blade still tracing her skin absently, her hips beginning to buck at the sensation.

Your tongue slowly circles her clit, your lips latching on, sucking softly. Her whimpers were music to your ears, the way she tried to hold herself back from pushing you closer. Her knuckles were impossibly white, the bed sheets still clenched in her hands.

You look up for a split second, pulling away softly, but not before grazing your teeth on her throbbing clit. Your tongue gave one final lick to the slit of her folds.

"I was right" You grin towards her, the blood on your face from earlier making her shiver in pleasure. "You taste absolutely divine." You keep eye contact as you lick your lips, trying to prove your point. Her breathing staggered her eyes locked completely on you.

You moved your knife to your left hand beginning to trail your right hand up her thigh, moving closer to her heat.

Your fingers finally make contact, a gasp leaving her luscious lips. She shivers under your touch, as you slipped a finger inside, followed by another. Her walls clenching around you, a loud moan resounding around the bedroom.

You pushed in, slowly until you reached as deep as you could go, your finger beginning to pump slowly. The ever-growing slickness making the movements smoother.

You continue your slow pumps as you manoeuvre yourself into a better position, dropping the knife to lift a leg over your shoulder. Your lips encounter her inner thigh, your teeth nibbling at her smooth skin. She shivered at the contact; her breathing laboured as your fingers moved faster.

Her head began to tilt back, your fingers penetrating until you found the right spot, beginning to curl them slightly. "Please..." She practically moaned, her voice quaking. "More..."

You sped up some more before placing your mouth on her clit, sucking and flicking it with your tongue. You could tell she was enjoying it, by the way she was clenching around your fingers, the way her moans got even louder, and the way her hands were still holding the bed sheets so hard that you were surprised her nails hadn't torn them to shreds.

You could tell she was tempted to run her fingers through your hair and pull you closer to where you were satisfying her. The way her fingers tightened then slackened on the bed sheets, the way her hands seemed to twitch in need to hold your head down, wanting to feel if you could go even deeper inside her.

Her moans were your music, the symphony you would listen to for an eternity if you could. The way she begged for more was your kryptonite, one that you would never get tired of hearing even if it did make your core throb.

You loved the fact that only you would ever have her like this, a writhing mess under you. Only you would be able to know how she tastes because in all honesty she was yours, you owned her as much as she owned you. She was a caged bird in your heart, never to be released from it.

You felt her tense under you, your fingers continuing to curl and pump into her at a fast pace. Your tongue licking as you sucked on her throbbing clit, your teeth grazing and pulling softly every so often.

You could tell she was getting close by the way her legs twitched and tensed, the way her moans got louder as her breathing stuttered. You were almost tempted to edge her, keep her on the verge of coming but never quite allowed her to fall. But you wanted to watch her twitch and shutter underneath you, you wanted to watch as she exploded over your mouth and fingers.

So instead of telling her to hold it, you allowed her release. Her legs tensing, a scream leaving her lips, you continued your pace as she went over the edge. Her walls clenched impossibly tight against your fingers, her body begging to shudder and twitch on ecstasy and pleasure as her eyes rolled back into her head.

You pushed her through the orgasm, feeling her release beginning to coat your fingers. You kept sucking her clit, before grazing your teeth against it, biting down softly and pulling only then letting go. Her body finally became completely limp, twitching only a few more times before stilling entirely. Her breathing was deep and heavy, energy seemingly spent.

You pulled your fingers out pulling back as she twitched a little at the action. She looked up at you, eyes half-lidded in satisfaction, watching as you slowly and seductively licked and sucked her juices off your fingers.

You dropped her leg from off your shoulder, picking up the knife and trailing it upwards as you began to slide up her body. The knife settled at her breasts and stayed as you made it to her lips, pushing forward to kiss her passionately. She reciprocated, pushing herself lazily up, feeling as you circled the tip of the blade around her areolas.

You slipped your tongue in her mouth, allowing her to taste herself. Your knife continued its circles until you began pulling back, biting her bottom lip and tugging as you did so. You released her bottom lip from in between your teeth, placing the knife down on the bedside table before laying down next to her, pulling her into your body.

She cuddled up to you as you kissed the crown of her head. "You are so fucking beautiful." You nuzzled your nose against her hair, wrapping your arms around her.

Spent and cuddled up to your chest, Tara's breathing begins to calm down. Her legs entwined with yours, the warmth of your skin the perfect temperature.

She tilts her head up to meet your lips in a passionate kiss, her tongue slipping inside your mouth to meet yours. It grew deeper as it went on, Tara seeming to untangle her legs from yours and move to straddle your lap.

As soon as she pulled away, your lips began to chase hers only to be stopped by a hand on your chin. A smirk had made its way onto her face, a smirk you knew all too well. "I guess it's my turn." It was her revenge, you felt it as she began to kiss you harder trailing her hand down your body getting prepared to return the favour.

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Bonus:

The first 'Stab' movie was playing on the television screen, Mindy having come over to have a marathon. Tara not even looking up to watch as her eyes stayed attached to her phone. It was surprising, her obvious dislike for the slasher genre considering that she was dating and attracted to the fact that you indulged yourself in the activity.

Mindy narrowed her eyes from her place seated on your couch at the fresh scar that seemed to adorn Tara’s cheek. They’d only just seen each other yesterday and her facial features had been flawless, not a single scratch. “What’d you do to your cheek?”

It was a simple question one that you could tell was sending the small brunette into a panic. You hadn’t made up an excuse in time, one that would explain why Tara had received the obvious cut. You both were too busy getting tangled in the sheets, that you hadn’t thought to place a band-aid on the wound.

It didn’t look to be infected which was a relief, you kept watching as your girlfriend racked her brain for what to say. She opened her mouth to respond only to be cut off by Mindy’s mobile ringtone going off. Mindy looked down at her phone, rolling her eyes and clicking her tongue “It’s my mom, I’ve gotta take this.” She got up to leave the room, oblivious to the forming smirk appearing on your face.

Your head nuzzled into your girlfriend’s neck, trying to muffle the giggle that was begging to break free. You had a feeling you knew what the call was about, and from the way her voice seemed to raise and sound frantic, you knew you had hit the nail on the head. Your maniacal grin was hard to hide, so you stayed where you were, the door seemingly wanting to come off its hinges as it banged open, announcing Mindy’s return.

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Jamie Speaks:

Yes? No?

I was imagining how the security footage would've looked if R had used the elevator instead... just casually standing on an elevator in a Ghostface costume.

Also, just imagine if Tara had an asthma attack during sex pfft...

Enjoy this picture as my apology:

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final-girl96 · 9 months

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My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Thirty-Nine

"So…how was your date?" Randy sat on one side of the couch and I on the other. Reese was sitting on his lap, clinging to him. "It was good…I think…I don't know." I raised an eyebrow at him in question. "Okay…well, what was her name?" I asked. He murmured something that I couldn't hear. "What?" I asked. "Karen! Okay? It was Karen."

"Karen?" I asked. He nodded his head and rolled his eyes. "Yes, Karen as in Karen Kolchec," he said. My eyebrows shot up to my hairline. "Creepy Karen! Like, Karen who took your virginity in the porno section of the video store, where you are now the manager?!" He sighed and looked down at Reese. "Your mom is so dramatic." His fingers danced on her stomach making her laugh.

"She's not creepy! She's actually really nice," he said. I nodded my head, "sure, yeah, of course. That's why you were scared of her in high school…well, until she agreed to have sex with you…in the porno section, of course." He rolled his at me and let a wiggly Reese down so she could play with her toys. I stood up and walked to the kitchen with Randy close behind me.

"I was never afraid of her!" He argued and I laughed. "Right. Whatever you say, Ray." I handed him one of the beers from the pack he brought with him when he came over. "Can I ask you a serious question?" I turned around from the fridge after putting the pizza away and looked at him. "Um…yeah, of course," I said. I started wiping down the counters while he took time to form what he wanted to ask me. "I've been wanting to ask you this for a while now. Just don't get mad or upset, okay?"

I nodded my head, "I won't. I promise," I told him. I turned around to the sink, washing the few dishes that were in it from dinner. "Reese…she's umm…she's his isn't she?" I paused my movements and closed my eyes. It's been a couple days since Stu was here. I knew one day it was a possibility that someone would ask me this question. "Yn? Look, I'm not going to get mad or lecture you. I mean…it's kind of obvious, ya know? She looks like him."

I finished rinsing the last dish and set it down in the rack. I didn't turn around though. I couldn't. "Yes. He was at Windsor. I'd like to say it was only once but it wasn't. He kind of just showed up out of nowhere one night. I was in the studio alone in the middle of the night. That night there was that bad storm." Flashbacks played in my head of me running through the halls with Stu close behind. The thunder rumbling above and the lightning flashing so bright that it would light the hallways up.

"I always felt like someone was watching me…even before we left home. That night he showed up, chased me through the halls. Things happened. And they kept happening after that. After you…when I left the hospital after I knew you were in good hands, I went back to my dorm. He was there in my room, sitting on the couch. But it wasn't him who started it that time…it was me. He was behind everything at Windsor. Well…Hallie is the one that stabbed you. She thought getting rid of you would have made him happy."

"Has he been here? Does he know about her?" I didn't say anything. What was I going to say? 'Yeah, he was here and knows about her. Oh and also, I fucked him.' "Yn? Does he know about Reese?" I took a deep breath and turned around. The biggest lie ever left my fucking lips before I could stop the words. "No. I haven't seen him since that last night at Windsor when he killed what's-his-face. If he knows where I live, he hasn't shown up. Not yet…"

"Are you lying to me?" He asked. I gave him a look that said 'are you serious?' "Look, I'm just trying to look out for you two. He's a fucking psychopath, yn. You can't let him near her." Too late. "I know that, Randy. I think about it every fucking day! When is he going to show up? What will he do when he does? Fuck, I mean come on, we all know that ghostface will be back. Especially with a third movie being mad. We might have gone two years without people dying that are close to us…but that luck is going to end. And it's going to end soon."

"You don't know that. Maybe Stu won't come find you this time. I wish you would have told me he was at Windsor though. Or maybe told Dewey," he said. "And what? Risk your guys lives like that? No way. I still feel guilty for what happened to you, Ray. I mean, you almost died! You were in a coma for days!" He sighed and shook his head. "That was not your fault," he said. "Well, it feels like it is. Come on, Ray, I'm a fucking mess! I'm still…I'm still in love with him," I whispered the last part.

Before he could respond the phone rang and I walked over to answer it. "Hello?" I looked over at Randy to see him looking at me with concern. "Hey, Sid." His face relaxed a little but not much. "What?" I asked her. "Turn on the news!" She told me. I nodded my head even though she couldn't see me. "Hey, turn on the news, please." Randy walked over to the TV and turned it on before flicking through the channels and finding the news.

"Hollywood is reeling today from news of the murder of Controversial talk show host, Cotton Weary. Weary had only recently finished shooting a cameo as himself in the film "Stab 3: Return to Woodsboro", the third and final part in the famous horror series based on the Woodsboro and Windsor College Murders. Before his rise to television fame, Cotton had been imprisoned and was later exonerated for the murder of Maureen Prescott, his former Lover."

Randy muted the tv and turned around to look at me. It was completely silent. I didn't say anything; I didn't know what to say. Sidney was quiet on the other end of the line, too. It went on like that for what felt like forever. I knew who was behind this, and even if he wasn't the one to actually kill Cotton, he definitely had something to do with it. "He's back," I whispered.

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duck-at-midnight · 9 months

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All For Us

Pairing: Amber x Tara

Summary: Tara realizing that Amber became Ghostface for the sake of their relationship.

Words: 1.2k

Special shoutout to @writing-rat because without you, I probably wouldn't have written this

Coming out of surgery, Tara couldn’t believe she was alive. She thought she was going to die while Ghostface was standing above her. She didn’t think she would make it through surgery, but she woke up in a dark white hospital room aching in pain, a splitting headache, and a dry throat from the oxygen. It nearly made Tara wish she had died.

Grabbing the bedside remote, Tara hit a button to call for a nurse who promptly arrived.

The nurse knocked before entering. “Good morning, sweetie.” She slowly approached her. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I’ve been stabbed repeatedly.” Tara answered dryly. “Can I get some pain meds?”

“You’re scheduled for another round at nine.”

“What time is it?”

“A little after eight.”

Tara nodded. “Can I have some water, please?”

“I’ll be right back.”

The nurse returned with water and laid Tara’s phone on her bedside table. “The police did take some evidence off here, but we wanted to make sure it was charged for you.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it.”

The nurse walked out after a short questionnaire on how she was feeling leaving Tara alone once more. She felt uneasy.

Seeing the texts from her friends specifically Wes asking if she was ok. She sent each of them a text stating she was awake with a pounding headache. A lingering feeling of fear was setting back in as she swallowed hard and dialed her mother’s number.

The dial tone repeatedly sounded out making her eyes start watering. “Come on, please pick up.” She didn’t want to be alone right now. “Please, mom.”

The dial tone stopped to Tara’s surprise. “Mom, I-”

“You have reached Christina Carpenter, please leave-” Tara hung up before the answering machine could finish.

She threw her phone down as she let the tears fall. It had been so long since she had to experience the wave of abandonment. Her mom rarely answered. Her dad and Sam both left her.

The only person Tara felt like she truly had was Amber, but even then it was a game of hot and cold with her girlfriend.

Without a knock, Amber rushes through the door and to Tara’s side.

“Are you ok? They’re going to find out who did this. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” She pushed herself as close as she could to Tara to hold her. “I’m so sorry, babygirl. I love you so much, I’m glad you’re still here.” She pulled back holding Tara’s head with her hands. “Am I allowed to kiss you?”

Nodding before receiving a crushing kiss.

“Why are you crying? Are you in pain? I can go track down your nurse.”

Shaking her head. “I’m better now that you’re here.”

The taller girl sat down next to Tara’s bed. “When did you wake up?”

“About an hour ago.” She answered, reaching out for her girlfriend’s hand.

Amber squeezed her hand. “What happened? I showed up and there were police and ambulances everywhere.”

“I was making dinner and-”

A knock cut her off with a police officer walking through. “Excuse me, I need to ask a few questions.”

“Ok, that’s fine.” Amber answered for the injured girl.

The officer stumbled on their words. “Alone, preferably, but if you’d like for your friend to stay.”

“I’m her girlfriend, asshole.”

Shaking her head and letting out a frustrated sigh. “It’s fine, Amber. It will only be a few minutes.”

A few questions in, Tara just described what she was doing and the phone calls along with the texts. She was as descriptive as possible but started feeling her body starting to produce adrenaline.

“Calm down, kid, we’ll find them.” He said attempting to reassure the teen. “Just one more question. Is there anyone that may want to do this to you?”

“No, I have no idea who would do this. My family isn’t around. I only have my girlfriend and friends.”

He hummed in thought. “Be careful, there are certain people that will prey on that.”

A few more questions, medicine rounds, and their friends joining them, Tara sensed that Amber wanted to be alone with her. Her girlfriend’s nails dug into her hand as Wes asked, concerned with Tara’s safety and well-being.

Before she left after Sam asked to speak to her alone, she leaned over and gave Tara a sloppy kiss. “Let me know if you need anything. I will not hesitate to come here.”

She was filled with disappointment when Sam admitted to why she left, Amber ignored her messages begging for her to come stay with her.

The gunshot rang out and Tara watched as Liv’s body flew against the wall before slumping down. She didn’t know if she had screamed or not. Her body had naturally moved itself closer to Amber for comfort with her brain not registering that the gunshot came from her.

“Welcome to act three.”

In the midst of the chaos, Tara felt herself being grabbed and dragged away. Pain shot through her body from her injuries. The person who grabbed her seemed to not realize they had her bad hand either.

Being dragged up the stairs, she closed her eyes from the pain and when she reopened them, she noticed she was in Amber’s room. A room that felt special. She had her first kiss in this room, her first experience with being drunk, and now it was going to be where she dies.

“Fuck, fuck.” Amber panted out and accidentally threw Tara to the floor. “Shit, dammit. Are you ok?”

Tara cried out from the pain. “What the fuck, Amber?”

Amber got down on her knees in front of the small girl. She wiped the hair out of her face. “I’m so sorry, baby. I never meant for you to get hurt.”

“Fuck you!”

“You don’t mean that. I was trying to fix this.” She got up and pulled out tape from a drawer. “I promise, you won’t get hurt. Just stay here and be quiet. I’ll come get you as soon as this is over.” She kissed Tara. “I love you.”

“Why?” She cried out.

“Sam hurt you so much. You didn’t deserve that.”

Shaking her head. “Amber, please.”

“Tara, baby, this has all been for you. It was for you, for us.”

“You killed our friends.” Tara pleaded. “Please, stop.”

The taller girl placed tape on her lips. “You’ll see, everything will be better after this.” She wrapped the tape around her arms tying them together. “I promise.” She placed a kiss on the tape covered mouth, I love you, Tara Carpenter. Until death do us part.”

She screamed after being shoved in the closet and engulfed in darkness.

After Sam had freed her, she saw the slight hesitation before guilt flashed in Sam’s eyes. The time in her closet allowed her to review her relationship with Amber. The gaslighting and jealousy ran deep in their relationship. Despite Tara never growing feelings for Wes, the fact that he was a close friend was enough for Amber to want him dead.

A final gunshot rang out.

Her hands were shaking. “You were a shitty girlfriend.”

Hands covered her’s as they took the gun. “It’s ok.”

Allowing herself to break down in her sister’s arms.

#tara carpenter #amber freeman #tamber #ducky writing

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domripley · 6 months

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Just Between Us

kinktober 2022 day 6: blowjobs

pairing: billy loomis x stu macher

warnings: implied cheating, friends with benefits, soft dom!billy, oral sex (billy recieving), mentions murder, bisexual billy, stu is a good boy

summary: Billy can't help it - Stu looks really good dressed as Ghostface.

“Hey do you want to try something with me? But it has to stay between us.” Billy asked, looking over at his best friend Stu, who was taking off his Ghostface mask. Setting it down, Stu turned to face Billy who was laying on his couch. He wasn’t sure where Billy was going with this, but he knew it had to be interesting.

“C’mon man, we’re literally killing our friends. I think I can keep whatever you’re about to say between us.” Stu said, rolling his eyes with a laugh. Billy realized how dumb that did sound, considering they were killing everyone around them.

“I meant you can’t tell Tatum or Sidney if you agree to do this.” Billy clarified, even though they did plan on killing them soon – he just didn’t want their plan to be ruined.

“I won’t tell them, what’s up?”

Billy took a deep breath, trying to settle his nerves. He wasn’t sure as to why he was this nervous, but he figured it was because he wasn’t aware of how Stu would react to his admission.

“I like you Stu, and seeing you dressed up like that… it makes me want you in ways I know I shouldn’t. Especially since I’m with Sidney and you’re with Tatum.” Billy admitted, watching Stu’s face grow red.

“What do you think about?” he whispered, sitting on the edge of the couch.

Billy sighed, “I really want you to suck my cock while you’re still wearing that. W-Would you?”

Billy wasn’t normally this nervous, but Stu made him feel things and even though a part of him loved Sidney, he was only with her to get closer to her. He wanted Stu and Stu only.

“I’ll do it.” He said without any hesitation, which threw Billy off. He wasn’t expecting Stu to be all for it or even that quick to do so.

Billy threw the blanket off himself and onto the floor, making a mental note that he’ll wash it later before Sidney came over. She was supposed to be at his house at nine and it was only five – they had enough time. Deciding to help him out, he pulled his pajama pants down to his knees. Billy took some of his cock into his hands, holding it in place while Stu leaned down to lick at the tip of it. Occasionally squeezing it, he wanted to be harder before he let Stu do all the work.

“Fuck man, your tongue feels really good.” Billy gasped as Stu used one of his hands to play with his balls.

Closing his eyes, Billy tried his best to focus on Stu and only Stu but a part of him felt a little guilty. His thoughts soon left him once Stu pushed his hand away and he took him into his mouth.

“Good boy.” Billy groaned, bucking his hips a little up so Stu took more of him into his mouth.

Billy lifted his shirt up so he could play with his nipples, wanting nothing more than to come down Stu’s throat, he also wanted to last for as long as he could. Stu took more of Billy into his mouth, moving his hand away from his friend’s balls, he gripped the rest of his cock. Trying his best to keep a rhythm going – sucking Billy’s cock and jerking off the part he couldn’t get his mouth on at the same time. He hoped that he was doing a good job, a part of him wanting his friend to praise him some more. Billy kept fucking Stu’s mouth the best he could, not wanting to be too rough with him.

“Fuck, your mouth feels so good. You’re doing so good. Such a good boy,” Billy moaned, moving his hands away from his nipples so he could grip Stu’s hair. Keeping him in place, Billy fucked his face harder. Stu let go of his cock, realizing his hand wasn’t helping any more. Billy was close and Stu needed to help him get to where he needed.

“I’m coming,” Billy breathed, closing his eyes as he came in Stu’s mouth. Stilling his hips as Stu pulled away from him, swallowing everything that was in his mouth. “Good fuckin’ boy. I’ll return the favor tomorrow; I’ve got to get up and take a shower before she gets here. Make sure you take all that off before you leave.”

Stu wiped his mouth on Billy’s blanket, not wanting to leave his friend's house with come on his face. “I’m going to change and then leave.”

#billy loomis x stu macher #my writing #mine

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refairy · 2 years

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Alright, Ashanti! Same rules as Cocoa.

I'm gonna give you nine men and nine scenarios. You have to pair a man with a scenario, but you have to guess what pairings I chose. It's an all or nothing gamble. Some of these men you like, some I like, but overall...just channel your inner me.

The Scenarios

Okay, so...you've got this ex, right? He's always been a little...possessive, and a little obsessed with you. Your new boyfriend claims he can handle the other guy, but you aren't sure how true that is. Your ex has a crazy streak. Who's this ex?

It's a heatwave and your air conditioner is broken. Your maintenance man informed you that several other complexes that he oversees are having the same issue and he won't be able to get to you for at least a few hours. Luckily, your neighbor next door as a nice, cool apartment and a soft couch he's willing to let you crash on until your problem is solved.

Your job has you taking the lead to try and "sell" your proposition to your next client. Upon meeting the man, it was clear that he was attracted to you, but you wanted nothing to do with him. Unfortunately for you, he's very persistent and you still haven't closed the deal. Do you use your wiles to secure the bag? And oh yeah—who's the guy?

There's this guy in your class at university who you can stand. He just...doesn't know how to shut the hell up. It would be less annoying if this wasn't an eight a.m. lecture over the subject you hated the most. And it didn't help that your professor seemed to love the guy. All matters were made worse when you were paired up for the semester group project.

Happy Valentine's Day! You're filming today, so you don't have a hot date. But you also just so happen to be filming a love scene with your costar. Who's the lucky guy?

New year, new you! Fresh off a breakup, you decided to get back into the gym. Sure, you were making sure not to lose complete control when you were with your ex. But damn, did you want to feel better after the shit he put you through. You even took the steps to get a personal trainer. A fine ass personal trainer, at that...

Your best friend is getting married and she wants you to be one of her bridesmaids! During one of the meetings with the wedding party, you met your friend's fiancé's friends—one of who(m) was the man you'd be walking down the aisle with. He's being a little flirty with you, which threw you off. Didn't you hear him talking about bringing a date earlier?

We're on our fitness kick today. You decided to take a yoga class :) it was supposed to be a class for all women (that's what the page implied when you signed up). But there were a couple of men here and there. One of them even snagged a spot by you. You couldn't help but continue peering at him from time to time. He looked a little sad and pathetic...a small part of you was curious, but you always knew you should mind your business. He, however, noticed you sneaking peeks at him and decided to strike up a conversation.

Happy birthday! Your beau decides to take you to an amusement park. The parks are typically not his thing, as he hates large crowds, but he'd do anything just to see a smile on your face. And hey...maybe you two could have a horror movie marathon after. That always brought you two together.

The Men

Trevante Rhodes

Yahya Abdul-Mateen ii

Peter Parker (PS4)

Tom Hardy

Oscar Isaac

Ghostface

Tom Riddle (I think this is that man dhsjsj. I just remember you talking about him. When I looked it up it was him and the dude without the nose)

Chris Evans

Sebastian Stan

Good luck!

the actors were harder for me to figure out than the fictional ones but i had so much fun w this game omd. ik you said channel your inner kenny but i forgot as soon as i started 😭

tom riddle (& that’s him eventually… i ignore that he chose to be ugly at the end). it could also be ghostface but they both kill people and are possessive asl

c’mon now yahya. offer the bed

chris evans n i’m leading him on/securing the bag 100% give me my coin!

ps4 peter (my loser beloved) but this also works for tom riddle, pretentious as all hell teacher’s pet

Happy Valentine's Day! You're filming today, so you don't have a hot date. But you also just so happen to be filming a love scene with your costar. Who's the lucky guy?

we fuckin for hours… oscar isaac

now.. idk if the trevante gif was meant to throw me off but i’m still gonna say trevante 😩 he can stretch me out before the exercises <3

sebastian stan n if that’s true, he’s not getting a scene, he’s getting the whole movie

tom hardy. idk why i attached sad n pathetic w him like that. sorry to this man!

ghostface except i don’t know anything about his nightly murder activities yet so he’s being relatively normal <3

#specialk-18 #u came up w these scenarios fast n they’re so good too

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msookyspooky · 3 years

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Set Up

Part 10

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You sat on your front porch, subconsciously bouncing your leg as you waited. The day at school was a nightmare and you couldn't tell anyone that it was. You lied all day and wanted to explode.

But for everyone's safety as well as you're own; you couldn't.

The day leading up to now played out in your mind as you waited on your ride.

"Uh yeah, him and Stu climbed a tree last night outside of my house during the storm to try and scare me. They fell and Billy cut his face. STU broke my glass door on the way down and that's how I cut my foot...Absolute Assholes." You leered as Stu shot you a grin. Him, Tatum and Sidney all stood at your lockers, the end of the school day was already here and you dreaded it.

Tatum glared up at Stu. "I hope you know you're paying for any damage to YN's house." Stu rolled his eyes and nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Mom and Dad won't miss the money."

Sidney was on edge the entire day. You saw her shaking her head and slamming her locker door beside you. "How could you both do that? That's not funny! There's a murderer on the loose and you both decide that's something to do when you're bored?"

Billy wasn't around. Sidney made it clear she didn't want to talk to him and Tatum was acting as a guard dog to her. You hoped Sidney would just say fuck it and not come to the party at all.

"Sid baby, it was a prank. Chill!"

Sidney turned on Stu. "It's a bad one then, Stu. People are DEAD." She flinched and closed her eyes when a teen ran through the halls with a ghostface mask on, screaming like a banshee to mock both you and Sidney. They whispered whenever you both walked down the halls. You both were crazy, sluts, in on it. You rolled your eyes at it but Sidney couldn't. It troubled her deeply and the things being spread around town about her late mother amplified that.

"Real original!" You called as everyone in the halls laughed but you and your two girlfriends. Stu chuckled and just the sound made you grit your teeth. Knowing he could stop all of this and he wouldn't...In fact, he thought it was like Christmas.

Sidney shook her head. "I shouldn't even be here, none of us should." Before anyone could respond, she jogged down the hall and away from your group.

"What's her problem?" He mumbled with a laugh. Tatum shot Stu a death glare. "We got another call last night. That's the problem, genius."

Your eyes widened. "What?...When?"

"I don't know, midnight maybe? Dewey was on the phone before we answered so we didn't think anything about it. Then we heard the voice. Whoever is doing this is fucked in the head."

Stu chuckled. "Well, it's providing us a huge rager tonight, so-"

You watched Sidney slowing her pace to a walk with her head down. Tatum ripped Stu's ass before running after her. You went to follow when you felt a hand hold you back.

You looked up at Stu who smirked down at you. "Good lie, sweetcheeks. I told Billy you were a natural." He murmured low enough only for you to hear it.

You jerked your hand away, refusing to look at him before you made your way down the hall after your friends. Stu strolled behind you all as you caught up to them as they exited the building.

Stu caught up to you all, on cloud nine as he ranted about his party.

You saw him quickly pluck something from the ground before jogging back up to you three. Face split into a huge grin as he tucked a wildflower behind your ear. You subconsciously felt the flower with a frown as he asked if everyone was going as he handed them wildflowers as well.

You saw him picking Tatum up and hanging all over her. You didn't know if it was envy or genuine disgust over him lying to her. The act of kindness from him that usually warmed your heart felt like ice. You didn't even look at him the same way now as you jerked the flower out of your hair and tossed it. Frowning as you walked behind them all.

"So, you coming tonight?" Stu asked as he sat Tatum back down.

"Seriously?" Sidney muttered as she stopped on the sidewalk to stare at them. Tatum reached out and held her hand.

"I'm buff, you're totally protected!" Stu flexed his arm under his shirt at her before giving her a pleading stare. "Come on, Sidney! Please, it'll be boring without the whole gang there."

Tatum side eyed him. "Uh, no no. Not the WHOLE gang. Keep your mouth shut to Billy."

Stu scoffed. "Babe, he's my best friend."

"I don't care! He's been an ass to Sidney and I don't want him sniffing around for her like a dog in heat. She's not his bitch. So keep him away or we aren't going."

Stu rolled his eyes with a groan. "Ffiinnnee...Party's aren't his scene anyways."

You scrunched your brows at that as Tatum continued. "Come on, Sid. For me?"

"I don't know...Is this really a good time?"

Tatum shrugged. "When is a good time? It's a night to hang with your bff's with no bf prowling around. You need a night off, Sid."

You almost spoke up. "I mean, if you-" You faltered when Stu shot you a warning look. You relented. "Yeah, I'll be there too."

Sidney sighed and shrugged. "Okay, whatever."

You hung back as Tatum and Sidney walked ahead. Stu hung back, slowing his pace and wrapping an arm around your shoulder. He bent down and whispered in your ear. "Ya gonna play nice, babe?"

You smirked. You had to in order to make him think you were on his side. "Maybe. Ya gonna spank me if I don't?"

He hissed through his teeth and rubbed a hand over his face to hide a smile. "Argh!...What a fuckin tease. But seriously-"

"I'm in, Stu. Don't be a Billy. I'll see you tonight."

"Alright, I'm so stoked for tonight!" He voiced aloud, clapping his hands together with a grin.

You lost your smirk as you looked ahead at your two best friends walking side by side. Specifically Sidney.

"Yeah...Me too." You mumbled, walking faster to catch up to them as Tatum looked over her shoulder at you.

Tatum looked at you with a smirk as she spoke. "Good, I was just telling Sid the deetz. Okay, so Dewey is going to drop us off. He claims his superior wanted him there at the party so there's no stopping him. He'll take us to the store and-"

"Actually..." You interrupted her. "I uh...I promised Randy I would ride with him."

Both their eyes widened at that. Tatum lowering her head to stare at you with raised brows.

"Um, I'm sorry but Randy?? Who the hell put you up to that?"

"No one. He walked me home yesterday to apologize and he asked."

"Oh, so it's charity. He made you feel bad."

"No, Tat. I wanted to go myself."

They both exchanged looks. Sidney licked her lips and gave a tight smirk as she looked down at the sidewalk. "Wow...So, you and Randy?"

You faltered. "Uh, no. It's not like that!"

Tatum's face split into a chesire cat grin. "Ssuurree. Just taking a nice long sceneic route to the party tonight. Alone. In his beat up Volkswagen. Might be running late too."

"It's NOT like that." You rolled your eyes as the giggled.

Tatum kept it up. "Hey, I'm not judging based on James. You were done with him way before he kicked the bucket but with Randy? You are so out of his league."

Sidney cringed. "I mean, didn't he just accuse you of murder yesterday?"

Tatum touched Sidney's shoulder as she spoke. "Ooohh, maybe that's their thing? Get into a heated argument and kiss and make up later on."

"Yes,Tatum. I' m madly in love with Randy and we have a secret affair happening after school." You stared at her with an annoyed glare. "Get real. We got to stick in numbers right now and Randy offered me a ride. I took it. That's it, alright?!"

"Sure. You gotta drive over together. Go together. Hold hands. Sit in his lap for comfort-"

"Tatum, I'm gonna kick your ass on this sidewalk in about 2 fucking seconds." She dodged you grabbing her.

"Ha! Gotta be faster than that, sweetcheeks."

"DON'T call me that!" You snapped harsher than what you intended. They both lost their smile as Sidney nudged Tatum. The nickname Stu gave you didn't sit right with you anymore. The stress was getting to you, the lack of sleep the night before, the anxiety of tonight....And you had to keep it bottled up or else.

"Tat, ease up." Sidney told her.

"Jeez babe, I'm just joking with you. God." She playfully rolled her eyes and despite yourself...You felt your eyes water. Both of their faces dropped as they stopped walking to look at you. "Hun, what's the matter? You know I'm joking, Right?" Tatum gave, giving you a desperate smile and touching your shoulder. You covered your mouth with the back of your hand, looking up at the sky to try and stop yourself.

Sidney rubbed your arm. "YN, what's wrong? Talk to us."

You shook your head violently, trying to force the tears away. "I...I just really don't want to go to the party."

"Why?" Sidney asked, searching your eyes for an answer.

You took a deep breath. Scared you were gonna cave. The pressure was too much and if you could at least convince them to not go to this party, you might be able to buy them time. And then, you saw it. Your face dropped as you swore you saw the hedge ahead of you all move. A black piece of clothing swishing behind it to hide.

You swallowed hard, staring as both Sidney and Tatum looked as well. Trying to see whatever it was you saw.

"YN?...YN, hey what is it?"

You sighed, knowing there was no way to tell them. Not right now at least. Billy hid in the bushes the day before with you and Randy. They could be anywhere.

"I just...I'm scared after what happened to James. I'm clearly a target. What if-" You choked back a sob on the lie and Sidney gently hugged you.

"Shh, it's okay. We're all scared. I don't want to go to this stupid party either."

You felt a tinge of hope until Tatum spoke up. "I know you both have been through hell but we're safer in numbers. I swear, we'll all stick together no matter what."

Your heart sank as Sidney released you and nodded. "I know, I'm worried but maybe you're right. Maybe we need this party."

Tatum rushed to hug you as well, patting your back. "I'm so sorry, I shouldn't have teased you about Randy with James dying so recently. That was a dickmove."

An idea popped into your head, as you wiped your eyes. "Hey, why don't you guys cheer me up with a make over at my place? Pick out my clothes and hair and everything. You know I never know what to wear to these things."

You shook your head and pulled back. "It's alright. My...Nerves are just getting the better of me." You trailed off, swearing you saw the bush move again only for a cat to jump out of it.

You deflated. Possibly missing your opportunity but also scared they will overhear. You had to get them both someplace alone. Someplace private where there was no way anyone could hear.

Tatum cringed, clearly wanting to jump on the offer only to groan. "Ugh, I can't. Dewey is waiting on us. We're all on this strict curfew bullshit and-"

As she spoke, a cop car pulled up beside you all.

"Speak of the devil." Sidney muttered. All of you less than 5 minutes away from the school.

You were surprised to see a deputy that wasn't Dewey. "You girls should have waited outside the sxhool! We have chaperones for you."

"Why? For protection?" Sidney asked.

"Yes. Especially you and YN. Honestly, you kids need to use your heads."

Tatum opened the door first and gave the deputy a sassy smirk. "Did Dewey put you up to this?"

"No Miss. Just standard procedure. Your brother was waiting in the back of the school."

Tatum rolled her eyes. "Why would he be in the back when we go out the front door? Freakin goon..." Tatum got in the front as you and Sidney sat in the back, closing the doors.

"I'll drive you girls to your next stop and then Deputy Dewey can handle it from there. Where are you ladies heading?"

"Me and Sidney are going to the corner store on fifth. YN?"

You mulled over your options. Dewey warned you that even though he could get his badge taken for it; getting too many people looped in was a bad idea. If the police shut down the party...Stu and Billy would know you ratted on them. You would be a dead girl. The plan to have Dewey wait outside for the killer to show up with back up on call was your best bet.

You couldn't risk the corner store. Billy and Stu were following you. You just knew it. Even if the tging hiding in the bushes earlier was a cat...You swore you saw a black cloak. You knew you did.

"Are you and Sid going back to your place?"

Tatum shook her head tight lipped. "No, sorry."

You sighed heavily. "Then...I guess take me home and I'll wait for Randy to pick me up."

"Are you sure? You can still go to the store with us."

You shook your head. "No, I don't want to waste the time or be rushed at home."

The Deputy nodded. "I'll escort you home and keep watch. You girls need to be careful."

You nodded, "We will. Thank you."

Tatum shrugged. "Okay but wear that purple skirt with the butterfly belt."

"Tatum that skirt is totally sleazy. YOU bought it for me."

She chuckled as the officer droce and the middle aged man tried tuning you girls out. Tatum replied. "Duh, that's the point."

You bit your lip, knowing you were running and possibly fighting for your life tonight. Had to dress for mobility.

"...Nah. I'm going with the jean and sweater combo."

"Boo, grandma."

Sidney chuckled to herself as she looked out the window. She mumbled. "Use that purple eyeshadow in the one color. That was cute on you last week."

You sat on your step, face resting in your hands and tears straining your eyes. Your parents didn't want you to go but you reasoned that a cop was there. You hugged them a bit tighter than usual and snuggled your kitty cat a lot. The Deputy was down the street in his car watching you. It gave you some comfort but not much.

'What do I do? They're going to kill Sid if I don't do something! I just hope Dewey can get back up there in time when Billy makes his move.'

You saw headlight pull up as Randy leaned over the seat and shoved the passenger door open. You got up and walked over to slide in. Trying to force a smile and crack a joke.

"Jeez, you don't get out to open the door?"

Randy rolled his eyes. "Hey, I opened it from the passenger side. Be grateful I'm giving you a lift at all." You noticed his tone and how rigid he was against the steering wheel. He hesitated before sighing heavily. "Sorry just...Had a weird day at work."

You saw the Deputy pull away in your mirror as Randy pulled out.

"So, what's the movie genre today?"

"Horror. It's called Loomis Looses it. It's a B rated gore fest thriller."

You raised your brows and blinked. "What? Billy was at the video store?"

"Yep and his lil lapdog too...I swear, he's involved."

You fully turned in your seat with your belt on as he drove down your street. "How do you figure?"

He huffed and rolled his eyes. "Please, he has psycho killer written all over him! Why is it that he always seems to just show up, huh? It's like he's stalking his next victim. Or how he just so happened to have a cellphone in his pocket after the killer called Sidney. I know he's got Daddy's money but who the fuck carries a huge cellular in their back pocket? And the guy is a creep! He threatened me, YN. Just like he did yesterday. I swear to god he has me next on his list. Thank god I'm a virgin...Sadly."

You remembered the rules Stu mentioned the night before.

'Oh my God...They're actually serious. They actually think going by those rules will insure that Sidney dies tonight...How does Randy know about those rules? "

"Randy... Why do you know that rule?"

"What do ya mean? It's standard horror movie rules."

"But this is real life, Ray. Not a movie."

He groaned, tapping his pointer finger on the steering wheel with every word. "Look, horror movies got some inspo from real life. If you follow them, you have a chance. Or you can kill the right people."

You stared at him and his eyes darted to you. "...YN, why are you looking at me like that?"

"...No reason."

"Look, I'm not the killer. Billy is clearly the killer, not me."

'What if he's lying? What if Billy and Stu have help? What do I do?'

"Randy...I just have to ask you one thing. If you were the killer; what's your motive?"

"But I'm not."

"Well, pretend. What's your motive?"

He stared at the road as he drove, thinking before releasing air through his nostrils.

"It's the millennium! Anything goes. But if I really had a true motive...It would be to get the girl." He reluctantly coughed and rubbed his nose as he answered.

You blinked, Tatum's teasing earlier flooding your brain. "Uh...You remember this is just as friends going to a party...Right?"

He shook his head with a scrunched up face. "Wh- Oh jeezus, not you!" He barked out as he shook his head.

Randy flinched, his eyes wide. "Uh...Sid? No!...I-" He bit his inner cheek. "Am I that obvious?"

You scoffed with your hands up. "Well, sorry! Damn, you did invite me tonight. If it's not me, I know it's Sidney."

"Oh yeah. Big time. You might as well have hearts popping out of your eyes like one of those old cartoons."

He ran a hand over his face as the other was on the wheel, a light flush creeping on his pale cheeks. "Damn...That obvious and she still only looks at Billy."

There was a wave of awkward silence. An idea crept in your head that slightly unnerved you. 'What if he's in on it? What if this us some bullshit test? Is he just guessing Billy is involved or does he know for a fact? I have to check. I can't even think of saying anything to him until I know for sure.'

You knawled at your inner cheek. "Let's say, you are the killer. We have a motive. How far would you go?...Would you...Would you kill the girl because if you can't have her; nobody can?"

"What?! No! I-..." A smirk played at his lips as he paused. "Oohhh, I get it. A little pay back for yesterday. Your interrogation skills need work."

"But Randy, isn't that a horror trope?"

"Well yeah but why would I do that? That's like, the dumbest reason ever! Sidney and Billy are on thin ice together for good reason. If I killed her, I'm diminishing my chances of her and me being a thing. What do I look like? Norman Bates?"

'He's not the killer. He's not even involved. He can just see the obvious that Billy is involved...I know Dewey told me not to but having him on our team could help...A lot.' You realized.

You stared a moment before sighing to yourself. "Actually...Randy this sounds crazy. Like, really, really crazy but I know who-"

You never got to answer as you pulled into Stu's driveway and narrowly avoided a car speeding past Randy's. Music blaring and teenagers hanging out the windows.

"Christ, assholes." Randy mumbled as he got control of the wheel. The huge house lit up and as immaculate as you pictured Stu's house to be just by what Tatum had told you in the past. Dewey's car was a ways away as you saw him surveying the scene, kids running through the house and few on the porch. Randy pulled the car into the empty yard other kids were parked at.

"Sorry, what were you saying? What's crazy?" He asked as he pulled it into park and turned the key off.

"...That I think...You have a chance with Sidney." You forced a smile.

He perked up. "Really? Ya really think so?"

"Yeah. Maybe you can take her somewhere? Out on a ride or something. You'll never get a chance here with all these people. But if you could take her for drive..." You hinted with raised brows.

You both got out of the car. "You know what...I might just do that. Thanks for the confidence, YN."

"No problem. You're gonna need it..." You stared at the Macher house. Swallowing as you tightened your fist at your side. "We all need it."

#billy loomis #my stories #my writing #scream #stu macher #yn fanfic #scream fanfiction #she her yn #fanfic #set up #set up story

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Sweet Nothings

Word Count: 733

Pairing: Jason Todd x Reader

Rating: General Audiences

Synopsis: It's Halloween in Gotham and you and boyfriend, Jason Todd, decides to stay home for the night.

Author’s Note: for the anon and @batboythirst who requested it.

Standing on the tip of your toes, you grabbed the bags of candy and chocolate bars from the top shelf of the cupboard, where you had hidden it from your boyfriend. After last year, you had learned to never leave candy in sight, or Jason would devour them all before the first group of children even knocked on your door. You hummed happily as you finished preparing the house for halloween, this had always been your favorite time of the year.

"Have you seen my pumpkin?" you asked Jason, after looking around the living room and not spotting the orange plastic bucket you had bought to serve the candy in.

"Isn't it hidden in another one of your super secret storage units?" he grumbled from the other side of the room, where he laid sprawled across the couch, head resting on a pillow and toes wiggling in the air, wearing nothing but black boxer shorts.

You rolled your eyes and started searching under the mess of clothes, armors and weapons that covered the floor and coffee table. "Oh grow up, I wouldn't have had to hide the candy if you didn't have a record of eating them all."

"Do you want me to starve to death?"

"No, I just want you to behave like an adult", you shot back and he chuckled.

"You are so funny…"

You ignored him and shoved aside a pile of ammunition belts, finally uncovering the pumpkin shaped bucket. "Oh, there it is!"

"Hey, be careful with that. Those bullets cost a fortune."

"Then maybe you shouldn't leave your gear tossed everywhere."

Jason groaned and got up. "God, you are worse than Alfred", he said as he collected his stuff from the floor and dumped it in the nearest armchair. "Happy now?" he asked, looking at you with a raised eyebrow.

"No, but I'll be after a kiss", you replied with a smile.

Jason held you by the waist and pulled you towards him. Even after dating him for two years, you still got breathless every time his lips brushed yours.

The doorbell rang, dragging you out of your embrace. "Shit, I didn't even get dressed!" you cursed as you rushed to pour the sweets into the bucket.

"Use this", Jason called, tossing you one of this many Red Hood helmets. You wrinkle your nose but put it on anyway. Dressing up as your local superheroes for halloween just felt lazy.

"I go get the door, and you should go get dressed too. Hot-shirtless man is not a proper costume."

You heard him laugh as he disappeared towards the bedroom and you ran to the door, just as the doorbell rang a second time.

"Trick or treating?" asked the chorus of kids in an array of costumes.

"Happy halloween!" you replied as you started to hand out the candy.

One of the kids in the front, a little boy dressed up as a pirate, looked you up and down. "Red Hood sucks."

You held back a laugh and before you could reply, Jason was standing behind you, hand resting on your shoulder and wearing a cheap Ghostface outfit.

"Say that again?" Jason growled at the pirate.

Instead of backing out, the boy puffed his chest and repeated. "I said that Red Hood sucks. Nightwing is so much cooler!"

The rest of the children nodded along and this time you let out a big laugh.

"Nightwing uses those stupid sticks. Red Hood has guns. How can you possibly think that sticks are cooler than guns?" Jason replied, sounding annoyed.

"Just let it go, Jay. I'm not offended that a seven year old doesn't like my costume", you said and nudged him with your elbow.

"I'm nine!", proudly announced the pirate, before the children moved on to the next apartment.

You closed the door, removed the mask and followed Jason to the couch.

"I can't believe this bullshit", he was saying. "I bet Dick bribed that brat to come here and say that."

You sat on his side, resting your head on his shoulder. "Who cares what they think? All that matters is that you are my favorite superhero."

"Vigilante", he corrected you.

You shrugged and kissed him on the cheek. "It's all the same. Why don't you put on a movie while I get dressed?", you suggested.

"Horror?"

"Only if you don't mind me squeezing your hand all the time."

#dc imagine #jason todd x reader #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #Jason Todd #reader #dc #fluff

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imtooscaredforthis · 3 years

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Fixation

Chapter 8- New Job

Mentions of: Paranoia, Jealousy, and nothing rlly

Buttoning up your blouse, you looked into your mirror, eyeing your reflection. You adjusted your hair, which was tied back into a bun. It was seven in the morning, and work was at nine. But you were just too excited to sleep.

But who could blame you? Today was the day. The day that you would start working for Jed at the Roseville Gazette. It was all you ever wanted, all you had dreamed of. All you had spent your time working for, and it was finally happening.

After eating breakfast and watching some tv, you got ready and left for work, setting to accomplish the goal and dream you had set for yourself mere years ago.

“I got this.” You told yourself, taking a deep breath as you stood outside the building. After successfully giving yourself the motivation you needed, you walked inside.

It was big and even more impressive than you imagined, employees, journalists, and workers bustling about, discussing different things, writing, and much more. You didn’t deserve to be here. Jed was too kind.

Danny listened scornfully as Jed was assigned another article to write about. Just what he needed right now. More work. And it wasn’t anything Ghostface, just something about some new bakery opening up. How boring.

He found himself getting lost in thought, thinking about his next possible kill. Maybe he could kill his asshole boss, Vincent for making him listen to his rambling for so long. The man talked and talked, god how Danny would love to shut him up.

But he couldn’t. He was too busy with his current prey. Which was you. And you were just delightful. He hadn’t had this much fun in a long time. You were so defiant, yet so scared. He really got a kick out of it.

Especially with that little mouth of yours. He couldn’t wait until he could play again. Maybe he could even teach you how to be obedient.He wanted to do it right now. Change his clothes

put on the mask, become Ghostface, but he knew he had to be patient.

He knew he had to sit through another painful day of work, just so see that adorable terrified face of yours. Maybe you would even cry. The thought was getting him worked up, and he had to grab his knee tightly, his nails digging into his skin to the point where it broke, in order to control himself.

And speaking of the devil, there you were. Snapping out of his little fantasy, Jed spotted you standing by the door nervously, all alone, a box of your things in hand. How cute. Your eyes met with his, and you smiled, waving. He waved back.

“Thanks, Vincent. I’ll get right on it. I just need to talk with a coworker who’s just starting here.” Jed told him, slipping past the older man, finally escaping him, thanks to you. His little savior.

“It’s nice to see you here, (y/n). How are you holding up?” Jed asked you, watching as you looked around, messing with your hair.

B“I’m good, just a little nervous I guess.” You replied, flashing him an anxious grin.

“You have nothing to worry about. You’ll do fine here. I hired you for a reason, right?” He said, putting a hand on your shoulder, and once again, you felt like your body was on fire.

You couldn’t help but smile at his kind words. “Thanks, Jed. I owe you one.”

“Don’t be silly, you don’t owe me anything. Now c’mon, how about I show you the tour?” He offered, and you nodded, letting him show you around the place.

“And here’s the secretary's desk. That’s pretty much it. What do you think?” Jed questioned, finishing up the tour.

“I think this place is incredible, and I’m so happy to be here. It’s a big honor.” You acted as if you didn’t deserve to be here, as if this shitty office was some wonderland. You were so naive, and it was adorable.

“Well, I’m happy you’re here. You’ve earned this. Oh, and by the way. Has anything happened with Ghostface?” He lowered his voice, so no one else could hear you two.

“No, he’s left me alone for a bit. It’s been nice, and I’m just praying he forgot about my existence or something.” You snickered. You had started looking better, your eyes seeming less tired, your body, less jumpy, and your face, more hopeful. And no, he hadn’t forgotten you. He hadn’t forgotten anything.

“Or maybe he just likes you.” Jed teased with a chuckle, making you laugh a bit too.

“Oh god, don’t even joke about that.” You said between giggles.

Before you could continue your conversation, you were interrupted by a woman taking a seat at her desk. It was loud, and she sat down so hard, you would've thought her chair broke. But it didn’t. It just squeaked very loudly. You looked over at the black-haired woman, who was practically glaring through you with her narrowed brown eyes.

“This is Jessica, our secretary.” Jed introduced. “Jessica, this is (y/n).”

“Hi, Jed. It’s nice meeting you, (y/n). I have a feeling you’ll fit in just right here.” Her tone made you sick with how sweet it was. She smiled, showing off her big, pearly white teeth. You could tell she was patronizing you. She didn’t like you, and you didn’t like her.

“Nice meeting you too. Uh, so, where do I put down my stuff?” Your arms had been getting tired from walking around the place with a heavy box in hand. You thought Jed would show you where you worked and you kept on waiting, but it never happened.

“Oh right, I’m sorry. I completely forgot.” He led you over to a desk clump with just two tables, one being completely empty, the other being decorated with photos, knickknacks, and papers. It seemed pretty cozy.

You put your things down on your desk, walking over to the occupied one. “Who’s this?”

“Oh, that’s one of my coworkers, An-”

“What are y’all doin at my desk?” She interrupted. “Um, we-”

“I’m just messing with you. I’m Annie Davis. It’s a pleasure.” She shook your hand with a strong, firm grip. Everything about her was confident and cool. Short dirty blonde hair that was tied back, bright blue eyes, and a big grin on her pink lips.

“(Y/n) (l/n). I’m just starting here.” You told her.

“I see. Well good luck, and watch out for the people around here. They’ll eat you alive.” She said, and quite frankly, you believed her.

You heard Jed scoff, shaking his head at her. “Well, I have to get to work. Why don’t you settle in? Get used to things?”

You nodded, sitting down and starting to take some things out of your box. When you looked up, you spotted Jessica glowering at you.

“God, what’s her problem?” You muttered to yourself, staring right back for a moment or two.

“You talking about Jessica? Wondering what’s up with her. Let me just be straight with you. She’s crazy and obsessed with Jed. We all know Jed has his charm and charisma, and he has his ways with women, but with Jessica, she’s nuts about him. If you even go near him, she’ll tear your face off.” She explained.

“That’s so messed up. Can’t you fire her or something?” You asked, some annoyance in your voice.

“For what? Being a love-struck airhead? No. Sure it’s unprofessional, but it’s not unethical. Not unless she steals something or does her job badly. But, the boss likes her, so I doubt she’s going anywhere.”

“The boss?” You repeated cluelessly.

“Vincent. You’ll meet him later. You’ve got a lot to learn about this town, sweetheart.”

Indeed, you did.

#dbd #dead by deadlight #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd ghostface #ghostface dbd #ghostface x reader #ghostface #jed olsen x reader #dbd jed olsen #jed olsen #danny johnson dbd #dbd danny #dbd danny johnson

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it's a scream, baby! | hyunlix

chapter nine: i'll be right back!

words: 1.79k // warnings: minor character death referenced, police presence, basically just lots of panic, main characters smoking a cigarette

OFFICIAL GHOSTFACE KILL COUNT: 005

(y/n) awoke with a start, someone hammering on her bedroom door like crazy. she rubbed her eyes, groggy from a lack of sleep, and an ache in her lower body from hers and felix’s late night activities. he had gone back to his own bed after, which (y/n) had pleaded with him to do because she couldn’t deal with the backlash from everyone else just yet.

“what?!” she called, annoyed at the interruption from her finally peaceful sleep. the door swung open, and minho walked in - a coffee in his hand, and his phone unlocked in the other.

“you need to get up, love. the principal called an emergency assembly in the auditorium in an hour… i think they found another body last night.”

(y/n)’s body went cold, her heart thumping in her chest. not again. at least she knew it wasn’t anyone in her dorm, everyone was home last night and minho would have said if anyone was missing.

he gently placed the coffee on her bedside table, a hand coming to rub her head affectionately.

“drink that and shower, yeah? once everyone’s up i’m going to make breakfast and we can all head down there together… you okay?” of course, minho noticed everything. he could tell from a mile away when she was going to cry, or scream, or throw up.

she just nodded softly, taking a sip of the coffee he had provided her - it was perfect, as usual.

“i’m good, min. just want this all to be over.” she sighed, her reassurance making him feel better about leaving her to get herself ready for the day.

although she probably shouldn’t have, (y/n) took her time showering - she gave herself time in the hot water to reflect on the past week, and ponder on what the future might hold. she hoped this emergency assembly wasn’t because of another murder, but deep down she knew there was no other reason for the university to be all up in arms like this.

after showering, she threw on one of chan’s old sweatshirts that his mom had kindly given her - distributing various items he owned between the people he held dearest - as well as jeongin’s favorite necklace (which she was given for the same reason, and rarely took off unless to shower). paired with some sweatpants and crusty, old sneakers, she knew she looked a mess but was too far gone too really care.

when she finally left her room half an hour after minho first came in, she knew she’d have to rush to eat in order to get to the assembly on time, but she couldn’t avoid eating until once she was back in fear of worrying the boys.

and minho hadn’t lied when he said he’d make breakfast for everyone - toast, sliced fruit, even more coffee in a jug was sitting on the kitchen table - she happily took a seat between hyunjin and felix to join the foodfest, smiling at seungmin across the table to appease his worried expression.

breakfast, surprisingly, went absolutely fine that morning. it was the first time since losing chan and jeongin that things had felt relatively bordering on normal. while a huge part of her heart was missing, (y/n) felt an overwhelming comfort in being surrounded by her boys, even though such awful circumstances lead to it.

slowly, the group of seven made their way onto the main campus, finding huge crowds of people lingering outside the auditorium. when everyone began slowly filing in, the group were quick to make sure they could be seated together. (y/n) was carefully seated between minho and felix, seungmin on minho’s other side and the remaining three seated directly in front of the others.

the hall was filled with hushed voices, all discussing what they think happened, who they think the newest victim was. in a way, the morbid curiosity was bringing the community together. (y/n) tired to tune out every mention of the last two victims - hearing chan and jeongin’s names falling out of people’s mouths so easily made her feel a bit nauseous. it was only when the principal made his way to the podium in the center of the stage that the room went silent.

“good morning, students and faculty alike. as i’m sure you can imagine, we have been working hard and tirelessly behind the scenes to avoid keeping our students safe while they are living on our campus. we pride ourselves on being the quietest campus in this region of the country, and our students safety will always be our top priority.”

(y/n) rolled her eyes at that, not really believing a word the principal said - really, he just cared about his reputation and sponsor donations to keep the sports community running.

“however, with a heavy heart, we have to tell you that the invisible attacker has claimed the life of a sixth student of the woodsboro college. our hearts go out to the family and friends of lee jinyoung, who spent the past two years serving as our student council president.”

it was then a few gasps rang out across the auditorium. lee jinyoung was such a bright and kind person, one (y/n) had come across many times while working on the winter ball’s planning committee last year. the principal went onto explaining that jinyoung’s parents had given his permission to share some details - like how his body had been found in an alleyway just a minute away from the dorm block (y/n) lived in. it was scarily close.

“we, as a staff, and also in compatibility with the local police force, have decided we can provide only a few solutions. all classes have been suspended until further notice. we will also be giving students the opportunity to choose between staying in their dormitories, or moving home or off campus, as in approximately four hours the campus will be put on full lockdown.

the police have kindly provided many officers to act as security around campus, and anyone leaving their dorm buildings after lockdown has begun will be escorted wherever they need to go. there will be a member of staff waiting in the lobby of each dormitory building when you return so you can confirm whether you will be staying, or leaving campus until we reopen. thank you.”

it felt like the entire auditorium was in shock, so silent you could hear a pin drop. no one knew what to say, how to act. the group of seven didn’t speak a word to one another until they’d left the auditorium and were congregated outside their dorm building. the stress was far too much, and (y/n) cursed as she dropped her lighter from her pocket.

she just needed a cigarette to calm her nerves, but even that couldn’t go right. changbin picked it up, lighting the tip of her roll-up for her with a soft smile.

“mind if it two’s it? i left my tin at the dorm.” (y/n) shook her head, handing the paper to changbin after she took a drag. they made small talk over the smoke, seungmin butting in to join or pinch a small drag once, but it was nice to have some one-on-one time with changbin while the others were discussing what the hell they should do.

it was only when they joined back into the circle, (y/n) tucking herself under jisung’s arm that changbin chimed in on the subject at hand.

“i mean… my parents are on a business trip until next friday, we can always go crash at mine? its more space than the dorms, and less restrictions on what we’re allowed to do.” he shrugged.

“well, to a certain extent,” minho added, side eyeing (y/n) carefully. “we still need to be cautious and sensible.”

the rest of the group ended up agreeing; planning to go back up to the dorm and pack whatever they needed before carpooling the changbin’s parents home the other side of town. it was a large house, but far enough on the outskirts of town to not have to worry about being caught in the middle. they could take a trip to the next town over to do their food shopping and for some air, and hopefully that would cover all bases they needed to worry about.

as they all headed in, and upstairs to begin their packing process, minho stayed a second to discuss their plans with the staff member waiting in the lobby. when he finally made it up to the dorm, he gathered everyone’s attention to clear up some things.

“okay, so obviously we need to be out of here in the next 3 hours at max, but thats plenty of time. we’re allowed to keep hold of our keys, and we don’t have to take all of our stuff. just enough to last us until they close up for summer, or reopen if that happens beforehand. changbin - you’re going to take jisung, (y/n) and felix in your car, and i’m going to take seungmin and hyunjin in mine. your car is bigger so it makes sense to put most people with you.”

everyone agreed, minho naturally filling the position as the dad of the group. he had a presence that commanded respect, and it was a quality (y/n) appreciated massively. she didn’t know what they’d do if they lost him too, it would be like a group of lost puppies without an owner left to fend for themselves.

they quickly began packing up anything they thought they might need, each restricting themselves to a suitcase and a duffle bag (maybe a backpack too, if necessary). it only took them all around an hour, going further to offer food to the students staying on campus that they had no need for when they’d be at changbin’s.

once they’d all figured everything out that they needed to in the dorms - turning off the boiler, making sure all the plugs were switched off - they headed to fill the cars up. (y/n) tried to make herself feel better by telling herself to see it as a vacation, but it was difficult. the police finding the case so cryptic, so confusing, with no obvious motive, that the entire had to go into lockdown.

and the drive to changbin’s was quiet. jisung had called shotgun, so (y/n) and felix were sat in the back, hands gently intertwined as a show of support for one another - felix was very sensitive, and (y/n) could tell he was finding it harder than everyone else.

when they pulled into the driveway as his massive family home, changbin just hoped they were out the way enough to escape the madness taking place in town.

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A/N: You know when they make too many movies in a series and suddenly the whole thing is shit? That’s what is happening here 🤣 This was definitely just an excuse to make a cool banner and indulge my mask kink.

Season One Starring:

Manjiro Sano aka Mikey, Everyone’s Favorite killer

IRL Ghostface Costume: this dude wears his costume anywhere like it’s normal. Leaves you wondering if he even knows he’s wearing it half the time. This picture is him because he’s hands down making you eat INSIDE at some fast food restaurant like this. Normally masks wouldn’t be allowed in an establishment like that for safety reasons but he’s so charismatic he basically flirts his way into being allowed. His friends take this as their opportunity to also abuse the system a little and throw fries in each others mouths from across the table. They’re the loudest table in the place but Mikey is the quietest of the rowdy bunch.

In a horror movie: the charismatic, almost too perfect, killer. Enraged by the senseless murders of his loved ones, he spends his free time secretly seeking his vengeance - kinda like now but with more murder and less kids meals.

His Scream Quote: "Oh, poor Takemichi. You think this is all about you? You think you're still the star?"

Ken Ryuguji aka Draken, the "Almost Valid Except You're Committing Murder" killer

IRL Ghostface Costume: He’s that guy that creeps you out AND makes you laugh because of how serious he takes his costume. Successfully scares most of the party, whether it be from a jump scare, or by just always being in the right place at the right time. It was unintentional at first but now he’s thriving. Asks one of his friends to get him a drink and they don’t so he calls them from the across the room. When they answer he ask them if they like scary movies and they tell him to stop playing, but when draken stands up they’re running to the kitchen. He’s just too good at this.

In a horror movie: He’s the best friend of the Mac you don’t suspect. He's super serious in his mission, would do anything to succeed. Kills for the sake of others, or at least that’s what he tells himself. His cause is just so it’s hard not to sympathize for him but bruh thats murder. We all love him but only when the story is fiction.

His Scream Quote: “You should never say ‘who's there?’ Don't you watch scary movies? It's a death wish. You might as well come out here to investigate a strange noise or something.

Takemichi Hanagaki, the “Knock-Off” killer

IRL Ghostface Costume: Remember that episode after Draken was saved when he wore that Douchebag outfit and was walking on cloud nine? If you do, then you should not be surprised he’s the one under this mask. Same energy. Legit believes he’s cool running around the party like this yelling “wassssssup” every time he enters a room. He’s having the time of his laugh entertaining himself. Someone shows up as the real Ghostface costume and he tries to turn them into some dynamic duo. The other Ghostface is not amused.

In a horror movie: He’s not the killer. He’s the comic relief. Somehow chooses the same costume as the killer - but again the Party City version that just looks goofy instead of scary - and accidentally confuses everyone. Results in a few collateral damage murders, possibly even gets himself killed, once the real killer begins making his move. 30% chance he might save the day at last possible minute, a few bodies too late.

His Scream Quote: "Well, if you're watching this tape, it means as I feared. I did not survive these killings here at Windsor College. And that giving up my virginity to Karen Kolchec at the video store was probably not a good idea."

Hinata, the “Overbearing but Supportive Girlfriend” killer

IRL Ghostface costume: Only where’s the mask and thinks it makes a unique costume. Takes pictures with phones for social media half the night. You weren’t even at the same party as her but from the amount of posts she made, you’re feel like you were with her. Can be seen being “one of the guys” or hanging out with their girlfriends, only.

In a horror movie: Starts off innocent, but ends up swinging the narrative to her killer boyfriend’s benefit by constantly meddling in his plans. Gets addicted to the thrill and when her boyfriend starts to cave, she tries to finish the job. She’s vicious. This is a killer you want to avoid, you know more than normal.

Scream Quote: "What's the point? They're all the same. Some stupid killer stalking some big-breasted girl who can't act who is always running up the stairs when she should be running out the front door. It's insulting."

Emma, the “Collateral Damage” killer

IRL Ghostface Costume: the effortlessly cool one were all jealous of. The pictures she posts on social media are quirky and everyone loves them. Her pictures are the ones that float all across Pinterest and end up getting used in posts like these.

In a horror movie: She never meant to become evil, but love has a hold on her. She wore her emotions on her sleeve and know she’s on a rampage. She kills to protect him and to keep him hers. Saves her boyfriend for last hoping he will see all that she has done for him and join her. Mid confession he says something to piss her off and she offs him while screaming through tears. Gets caught in the end and doesn’t care, she’s numb now.

Her Scream Quote: "You just won't die, will you? Who are you? Michael fucking Myers?"

#tokyo revengers #manjiro sano #ken ryuguji #emma sano

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im-like-if-a-girl · 3 years

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*THE* mean-girl-dean-girl's Supernatural reboot MEGAPOST!

I'm gonna stick a little "keeping reading" here because hoooooo boy, this is a very long post.

Let's start with

Plot

Season 1

Dean kills John while they are out on a hunt in a crime of passion, but Dean doesn't remember because he blacked out. Cue Dean going to Stanford to get Sam and tell him "Dad's on a hunting trip... and he hasn't been home in a couple days."

The audience doesn't know what happened to John, but slowly figures it out with Dean and Sam as Dean slowly remembers what happened that night.

The entire first season, the boys are following the trail John left and fighting monsters as well. They find out Dean was with John, Sam realizes Dean has an unreliable memory, they have heart to hearts about their childhood and the fire, they find John's body, "how could you kill Dad?" but maybe Dean didn't kill dad, whooaaaaaa, misdirection.

It was actually good ole yeller eyes (Azazel) and he made it look like Dean killed John.

Okay, now let's move on to the first episode

Not sure how the opening would work, I would like the story of the fire to be revealed over the course of the first season, but maybe the opening scene could be a little bit of an establishing character relationships and backstory, idk, I haven't thought that far yet.

I'm thinking maybe it's like, Dean gets back to a motel room covered in blood and he listens to a voicemail on his phone from John saying he was on a hunt or something, I don't really know lol.

HOWEVER

I do know that after the intro rolls, we get a scene of Sam waking up to his alarm and "Nine to Five" by Dolly Parton starts playing.

Y'all know where this is going.

Cue a montage of Sam's normal Stanford college life (him sitting through lectures, walking through the campus with friends) spliced with scenes of Dean absolutely slaughtering a nest of vampires (or some other monsters, whatever works best.)

But

Now onto

Characters!!! (And descriptions)

Dean Winchester

Some lovely person on this site made edits of Dean with platinum blond hair and it made me feel some kind of way so we're doing that, homie's gonna have platinum blond hair

Side note about the hair, later when the brothers are running from the FBI he dyes it a dirty blond/light brown (insert jackles hair color controversy here) as a disguise.

He also gets tattoos because we were robbed.

Speaking of tattoos, concept: when Dean comes back from Hell, all of his tattoos are gone. His body is a clean slate, devoid of tattoos, scars, etc. So he gets his tattoos done all over again, which he doesn't mind because he made some bad, drunk tattoo decisions in his youth.

(And before you ask, yes, he does get one for Cas, either a bee or Cas's name in enochian, something cute.)

Dean goes to therapy after Sam gets sent to the Cage.

It's actually court mandated because he got in trouble, lol, he would never go to therapy on his own.

Along with the hair, Dean gets to be the grade A twunk we all know he is.

Sam Winchester

His hair gets longer in every scene he's in

No jk, but imagine

King of Microaggressions

Sam starts off like the sweetheart he is in season 1 but in later seasons he starts enjoying killing a little too much...

It's that demon blood, ba-by!!!

He brings up issues of morality to Dean, i.e. killing monsters who aren't hurting anyone. (Yes I know this is contradictory to my previous statement, but these two facets of Sam can and will coexist.)

Sam and Jess's relationship is explored further, meaning we'll need to start with a different inciting incident, but that's fine, I think everyone can agree fridgings are *(thumbs down)*

Sam doesn't truly know what happened the night of the fire until later, and then he understands why Dean is so protective of him.

Jess

She gets to live beyond the first episode

She is also trans

No, I don't feel like I have to explain myself and I won't 💜

She urges Sam to join Dean in a search for their brother, kind of gets pulled into the hunter lifestyle by association lol.

She dies on a rusty nail after fighting vampires on a routine hunt with Sam

No jk!!!

But imagine....

She's amazing and I love her and Lucifer also uses her as leverage against Sam and possesses her because I think that'd be cool.

She supports Sam 100% and also she and Dean are buddies, pals if you will.

She meets Cas Thee El and immediately she Knows, that is a homosexual.

She dies still so that we can have a Saileen Endgame but she's not dying the first episode or in a fridging. Not on my watch.

Castiel

He gets to keep his raw, light-fixture-exploding power.

I want more of that "I pulled you out of hell, I can throw you back in" energy except over dumb shit like Dean not cleaning up after himself.

He looks like a Dilf in every scene he's in, yeah, that's right, dilf with a capital D for *(GUNSHOTS)* *(gets sent to horny jail)*

Claire

She gets pink hair

And more time with Cas

And maybe a nose piercing

Feel like she should be able to kill a couple angels onscreen, punch a couple homophobes

She gets to meet Jack and teaches him swears and fun slang words.

She deserves it.

Jack

I says "that's my baby and I'm proud."

Jack starts off as a baby, but like Amara he grows up super quickly.

Like, baby to 11 year old in a couple days or less.

This is because Jack's emotional age on the show is on par with that of a 5th grader.

It's at this point when he's a young kid that he runs away from the Bunker and shenanigans ensue.

It's also at this point that Dean threatens to k*ll him.

(Still not sure if I want that in my Supernatural (threatened infanticide? In my Supernatural? It's more likely than you think) but we'll see. We'll see.)

Throughout a majority of season 13, Jack is like an 11 y.o. kid

Season 14 he's like a 16 y.o. teenager

Season 15 he's 21, you get the picture.

Listen, I love Alex Calvert a lot. He's great.

But Jack is a child and should be a child.

Kelly Kline

Kelly, baby, stay right where you are, you're perfect.

Eileen

SHE DOESN'T DIE

SHE GETS TO BE IN THE FINALE BECAUSE SHE'S AMAZING AND I LOVE HER.

BLURRY WIFE WHO? I ONLY KNOW SAILEEN ENDGAME!

She teaches Claire and Jack swears in sign-language. Castiel is not impressed.

John

J*hn W*nchester stans, DNI.

He's dead.

We only see him in flashbacks and only sometimes hear his voice in voice overs.

He's not "down the road" from Dean in Heaven, in fact he instead gets to wander around in some Purgatory like Hell for the rest of his time :)

People who get to say "fuck" on the show:

Cas (but only Once)

Jody

Bobby

Now onto other things

I want more of

Ghostfacers

(they need more screentime because I love them)

Dean/Benny

We know they had a thing.

They definitely had a thing.

Demon Dean

Again, I feel like more should've been done with this. All that build up for what, 2 episodes? was not utilized well at all.

Dean's Bisexuality

Straight Dean truthers DNI, my Supernatural is a show about love and being true to yourself

You think Supernatural is a show about 2 straight brothers fighting monsters?

Naw bitch, this is a show about the Gay Experience

He will get to have relations with men on this show.

Of course, only after John dies does he, y'know, display it. Maybe he kisses Cas on his dad's grave just to fuck John over, make him roll in grave.

We all agree John would be/is a homophobe piece of shit, right?

Okay, glad we're on the same page.

Dads

3 men and a baby with Jack is what I'm saying.

I love it when the Trio are father-figures to younger troubled characters they see themselves in, even better if it's like reluctant-but-loving father figure, oh, that trope gets me every time :'^)

Dadstiel and DadDean are my favorites, but I like it when Sam plays "Uncle Sam" to kids too lol.

"Fellas, is it gay to want a tight knit family with your husband, his son, his vessel's daughter, your brother, his wife, your cop mother figure and her wife and their adopted daughters? Asking for a friend."

Garth

Biggest flaw of Supernatural was underutilizing Garth.

I will never not be bitter that Garth was only in like, 7 episodes out of the whole 15 season series.

Every episode with Garth gets immediately 5 times better.

I love Garth.

Follow ups on characters who had entire episodes featured around them and then just... vanished???

This is mostly about Jesse, the magic kid whose imagination ruled an entire town like, his daddy was a demon and nothing came of that kid??? Only one episode about him?? No follow up???

KID CAN MANIPULATE REALITY AND WE'RE NOT GONNA GET A FOLLOW UP ON THAT?????

Uh, there was that one episode with Ennis the guy whose girlfriend was killed by a monster? I think?? Who we never see again, that was weird.

Tamara from season 3, episode 1.

And of course-

Cassie

She was so cool, and then we never saw her again :////

She gets to be a badass.

Religious imagery

As a former Catholic school student who has become for the most part, disillusioned with religion, religious imagery in TV shows like Supernatural make my brain go "brrrrrr."

Fun episodes!!!

Like, after season 6 or so, there's a drop in funny episodes

I'm talking Changing Channels, The French Mistake type stuff. (Scoobynatural is an outlier and should not be counted.)

So anyway

In my version we would have more fun episodes

I'm thinking

GENDER-SWAP EPISODE, BABY!!

(why they didn't do that in the original, we'll never know.)

An episode where Dean gets to wear eyeliner

That's it, end of post.

I want less

Racism

Yeah I feel like this is self explanatory, nearly every reoccurring character in SPN is white, and black side characters normally die in the episode they first appear in, or they'll be featured as a villain (Uriel, Raphael, Billie, etc)

Also there's a lot of... uh... asian fetishism featured in the show (what with "Busty Asian Beauties) that's really gross, also Kevin was a bit of a stereotype...

Also also it's super yucky how they kill the gods from other religions like???? Uh??? That's super disrespectful, let's not do that????

I know Supernatural is like, inherently racist because monsters are a separate race that are seen as some dangerous "other" that must be eradicated by hunters in a form of genocide-

Okay we won't get into that but

Still

Stop killing all your POC

Fridgings/Unecessary murders of female characters

I know Supernatural starts with a fridging, so this will be a hard thing to remedy, but

One death that really pissed me off was the death of Charlie

Yeah, that was pointless and we're not doing that. Charlie gets to live and be an awesome aunt to Jack.

And also Claire

Charlie Bradbury Superiority

Charlie and Garth get to meet because they're nerd/geek solidarity.

British Men of Letters

I fucking hate these guys

They're "litcherally" the worst.

The worst part is that the actors they have playing the British AREN'T. EVEN. BRITISH.

And you can tell

Uh, and that's all for now, I'll add more later.

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ok, humour me for a minute.

this isn’t a fix it fic, it’s more of a fix it episode synopsis.

if i could write my own silly little perfect ending: it would mostly be the same up until jack defeats chuck in 15x19.

then, amara becomes god. she is benevolent and she’s caring and she’s everything chuck wasn’t. like jack does in the real episode, she closes her eyes and all the people who got dusted come back. à la avengers endgame with clint’s wife, we know because sam’s phone rings, and its a facetime call from eileen. the relief in his voice is unmatched as he answers.

back at the bunker, dean is first in the door and thunders down the steps. he’s almost afraid to hope, but there he is. standing in the middle of the library, is castiel. he looks bashfully at the man he so clearly loves.

“hello, dean.”

THEN

15x20. its got a “road so far” segment, god damn it.

it’s a jump five years in the future. it’s 2025, we’re at a house, it seems to be out in the country, under a wide blue sky. they have a barn, which appears to be all set up for a wedding, with white chairs and a flower arch. there is no exposed rebar in this barn.

they come inside to a house bustling with people. the camera pans through the warm home, everyone is hugging each other, all dressed to the nines. bobby. charlie and stevie. jody, alex, donna, claire and kaia. rowena has come up from hell and crowley is also there because idk his mom is the queen of hell and i’ve just decided that in my perfect episode he was resurrected at some point. garth and his family are there. donatello. the GHOSTFACERS are there! becky and her family are there. mrs butters came back from her forest for the occasion! adam is there, since he was killed by chuck and brought back by amara.

the next scene is in one of the bedrooms, and the brothers are both in suits. sam is fixing dean’s bowtie. there’s a closeup of his hand—he has a wedding band on already. it’s not his wedding!? dean looks nervous.

“tell me honestly sam—is it too much? should i change my pocket square? what do you think about these shoes...”

“dean. shut up. you’re freaking out. just breathe.”

the music slows down, all emotional and we get a monologue that i probably can’t come up with now, but sam tells dean all the things he’s done for him, how much he loves him. how hard they’ve fought together to get themselves to this point. how good it is to see dean so happy and in love. they hug. it’s beautiful.

dean leans back and looks at sam.

“my baby brother. I love you so much.”

the next scene, everyone is seated in the barn, ready for the wedding.

amara is revealed to be under the flower arch, ready to officiate, because who better to wed two lovers than god herself?

sam walks dean up the aisle, as an instrumental version of carry on my wayward son is played by a string quartet.

jack walks down the aisle next, and he is clearly the flower girl. he has a flower crown on (humour me) and he’s clumsily throwing flowers all around him. it’s adorable and amazing and kind of hilarious. he sits at the front, next to eileen and sam, who now has their little boy on his lap. jack gives a thumbs up to dean.

everyone turns for the big reveal.

castiel, dressed in the most handsome suit, walks up the aisle.

the music swells and we see dean’s face light up as we have a hundred times before, because he’s never tired of seeing his person. he is teary eyed and humbled and in love. cas reaches the arch.

“hello dean.”

“hi cas.” dean barely whispers.

amara begins, we’re gathered here today to join these two in holy etc etc.

when it comes times for vows, dean’s not always been great with words, and he keeps it short and simple, but it’s clear to anyone how much this means to him.

castiel brings the entire barn to tears with his. something about millennia spent observing humans and he never understood them. he never understood love, or loss, or want. only duty. but pulling one dean winchester out of hell would lead him on a renegade path, to defeat death, the devil and god just to keep loving him.

sam, still weeping, places his son on the ground, gently pushing him towards his uncles, saying “go on, bobby!”

he toddles over with the two rings. dean goes down to his level and takes the rings, giving him a hug. he adores his little nephew. cas puts a loving hand on his head and bobby looks up. cas signs “thank you” to him. cas and dean exchange rings.

“you may now kiss the angel!” amara exclaims.

dean dips cas back and we get the most incredible, passionate kiss. the crowd cheers, (miracle barks), and dean looks at his husband.

“I love you.”

the song ends, and they run out of the barn, hand in hand, showered in confetti by their friends and found family.

the next scene is the first dance, and it’s just got to be “I can’t help falling in love with you”, hasn’t it? they waltz, and the crowd is out of focus in the background. all that matters right now is these two and their love.

dean looks up and the camera follows his eye-line, lingering on one of the barn walls, which has been adorned with pictures of all their friends they’ve lost. the picture of them all at bobby’s house with jo and ellen. pictures from the day they went LARPing with original charlie. a picture of cas and gabriel. the picture of sam, dean and their parents from the bunker.

cas turns and looks too.

“theyre with us, dean.”

more wedding scenes...

castiel throws the bouquet and charlie catches it, looking at stevie and waggling her eyebrows. jack is dancing with little bobby, because they’re both adorable babies. crowley and rowena have some pretty slick moves on the dance floor, because duh. adam hugs his brothers.

dean and cas cut into the cake, which is of course not a cake but a huge PIE!

the last scene is the brothers sitting on the impala bonnet, having a beer together. it’s clearly late in the night, and you can hear the crickets, and the sound of the party dying down in the barn behind them.

dean throws an arm around his brother, pulling him close.

“we did it, sammy. it was you and me against the world, and we did it.”

Fade out

THE END

OBVIOUSLY this is a completely naive disney style happily ever after, but let me have my fun god damn it!!!! if i was ever so inclined, i’d fic it. maybe some day!

#this is from my phone notes so the spacing is all fucked sorry #spn #supernatural #spn fix it #15x19 fix it #15x20 #15x20 fix it #destiel #destiel wedding #barn #carry on #spn happily ever after #castiel #Sam winchester #dean winchester #flower girl jack is so cute to me #saileen

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