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So sorry for the spam uploading of the Charlie fic today guys. Tomorrow’s Xmas & I just really wanted to get it out for yall to enjoy asap & also so I can focus on spending time with my little fam over the next few days.

Enjoy, happy holidays! 💕

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Killer Instinct - Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

CH22 🎶 The Summoning - Sleep Token 🎶

T/W - smut, filthy smut. Blood/knife play

You shrugged off the ruined shirt and shimmied off your pyjama pants and panties. As you lie exposed in the cool air, your hands trail up to your chest, and you swore you heard a low growl from behind the mask.

“Bend over.” His commands were simple, and you watched as he unbuckled his belt, feeling your stomach knot in anticipation. You did as he said, bending over the cushiony mattress in front of him as you heard his trousers drop to the floor.

Charlie didn’t even stoke his needy cock. He needed to feel your insides, nothing else. He exhaled in relief as he coated the tip of his cock in your juices, feeling the inviting warmth of your pussy was intoxicating.

“Been waiting for this a long time, Princess.” Ghostface’s voice chuckled darkly, right before he rammed the full length of his cock inside your aching cunt.

You moaned, squirming around him as you desperately tried to fuck him. “Uh, uh, uh,” he teased, breathing heavily as he relished in the feeling of your pussy throbbing around his thick cock. “You’re mine to play with.” He reminded you, pushing you down roughly.

Your chest was against your sheets, and he leaned over, taking your hands and roughly pulling them behind your back. He held them firmly in place as he began to thrust.

There was nothing you could do, nothing you would have done, but allow him to take complete control.

His thrusts were brutal, forcing his cock as deep inside you as it could possibly go. You could feel him bruising your insides, but all you could do was moan in absolute bliss.

Suddenly, a loud crack of sound and a harsh sting erupted from behind you. Charlie spanked you again, sending you reeling as you laid helplessly beneath him.

“What a dirty girl,” he cooed playfully, suddenly removing his cock from your sopping core. You gasped, feeling his hand move to your throat and lift you up slightly. He gripped tightly, but not enough to block your airways.

His other hand found your deliciously wet pussy, and he thrusted three fingers inside of you as he groaned. “You like getting fucked by a killer?” His excitement was uncontainable. He had lost every ounce of willpower, and needed to have you in every way he had ever dreamed of.

You tried to nod, hopelessly and he chuckled. “Good girl,” he curled his fingers inside of you and you squirmed desperately on his fingers.

Suddenly, a thought flashed through Charlie’s mind. He hesitated, but reached for the knife beside you.

“Stay still, pretty girl.” He ordered softly, the edge in his tone still present. Carefully, he took the knife and pressed the handle of it inside your pussy.

Charlie’s eyes widened in amazement. You really were all his.

You moaned, realising what he had inserted into you, and found yourself surprised that you were enjoying it. The thrill of it sent an unexpected jolt through you. You wished you could grind against it more, feel it deeper, but the fear of the sharp blade restrained you.

Without warning, his grip on your throat was gone, as was the knife.

“Get up.” He instructed, the raspy voice still sending shivers down your spine. You did as you were told, and he laid down on your mattress. “Ride me.” His hand found his cock and he held it stiff, upright and ready for you.

Your eyes darkened as you climbed above him, aligning his meaty cock against your dripping core. Slowly, you eased yourself on, and Ghostface placed his hands behind his head, clearly enjoying the view.

Your hands rested on his toned chest for stability as you guided yourself up and down his length. He chuckled again. “Yeah, you love that cock.” His confidence was perfectly Ghostface, and yet, knowing it was Charlie beneath the mask was what turned you on the most.

Something flickered in your eyes, and Charlie noticed it, but continued to watch you pleasure yourself on his cock. You felt a strong urge to tease him, and you noticed the shimmer of light reflect off the knife beside him.

Without thinking, you gripped the handle, still damp from it’s venture inside of you. You sat up, gliding your fingers delicately across the blade as you grind your hips.

Charlie’s heart somehow raced harder, but he didn’t stop you. He watched you carefully. As you brought the knife toward his bare chest, his breathing hitched and you smirked.

“Oh, Mr. Killer likes this, too?” You cooed teasingly, and Charlie moaned, realising you had more control in this situation than he’d anticipated. “Bad boy,”

You traced patterns gently over his skin with the tip of the knife - careful not to cut, just graze as you made your way down his stomach.

Charlie drank in the sight of you - the way you held the knife, the way you rode him, the way your face would soften when he hit just the right spot inside of you - everything about you was perfect. His heart swelled, and he began bucking his hips beneath you desperate for release.

In his attempt, he accidentally pressed the knife deeper into his flesh, and he gasped lightly as it drew some blood.

Concern flashed across your face, and stilled his heart for a moment, but then a beautiful darkness filled your eyes - one he felt within himself. Gently, you ran a finger over the tiny pool of blood.

As if Charlie read your mind, he removed the mask entirely, revealing blue eyes filled with a lust you’d never seen before - and something deeper that you had.

Sweat stuck strands of his hair to his forehead as you carefully brought your finger to his face. His mouth opened and he wrapped his lips around your finger, letting his tongue around to gather the taste of his own blood.

His teeth grazed your finger lightly and a silky moan escaped your lips. Somehow, the raw heat had melted into a passion that filled both of your lungs. It was like you breathed only for each other.

Charlie sat up slightly, gripping your hips and guiding you as you bounced on his cock. You took his face into your hands, desperate to feel his pillowy lips on yours. Your tongues danced, the familiar taste of copper lingering as you wrapped your arms around him.

“Never leave me,” you breathed against his warm mouth, chest tightening as you came to terms with just how much you truly loved him.

“I’ll never leave,” his arms wrapped around your waist as he removed his lips from yours, trailing them down to your shoulder where he buried his head. The familiar knot of ecstasy building rapidly in his stomach.

“Fuck,” without warning, the words spilled from Charlie’s lips as his cock pulsed inside of you, painting your insides with a thick, hot load.

You whimpered, overwhelmed by the feeling as your own wave of bliss crashed down on you. You spasmed uncontrollably around him, milking every drop of his release as you clung to each other as if your lives depended on it.

You sat still for a few minutes, basking in the pure heaven that you felt together, before Charlie laid back, gently pulling you with him.

Your eyes met - both glazed over from the intensity of the events that had just unfolded.

You knew then that you’d found your soul mate. His beautiful brown hair a mess over his face as your shaky hand brushed it behind his ear.

His big, blue eyes bored into yours - unable to look away from the sheer beauty he saw in you. “Forever,” He muttered, voice trembling slightly - not because the thought scared him, but because it made more sense to him than anything else ever had in his life.

“Forever.” You smiled.

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A/N - thank you so much for reading! I appreciate any interactions. My requests are open & I’d love to do some short one shots if you’d like some! 🖤

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Killer Instinct - Charlie Walker (scream 4)

CH21 🎶 Obsession - Thornhill 🎶

T/W - smut, filthy smut. Blood/knife play.

It had been hours. Charlie was holding you, the flicker of your tv casting light and shadows across your room as you pretended to be normal, despite the events of the past few weeks haunting your thoughts.

Unable to bear the silence or the burning inside you chest, you spoke up. “When I… when Jill…” You faltered, the words catching in your throat.

“It’s okay,” Charlie murmured, his thumb brushing gently along your cheek. “Take your time.”

You closed your eyes, taking a steadying breath. “When I killed her…” You paused, swallowing hard. “I didn’t feel what I thought I should. I didn’t feel guilty.”

Charlie’s hand stilled, his breath catching.

“I think I… I think I liked it,” you admitted finally, your voice barely above a whisper.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with his unrelenting gaze. His expression was unreadable for a moment, but then it shifted, a slow, almost sinister smile spreading across his lips.

“I fucking love you,” he whispered, and before you could respond, his lips crashed into yours. The kiss was fierce, desperate, and raw, his hands tangling in your hair as though he needed to anchor himself to you.

It wasn’t just a confession—it was a declaration, a promise. In that moment, everything made sense. Every bloody, chaotic, terrifying moment had led to this. To him. To you. Together.

You pulled back after a minute, desperate for air. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured hotly against your neck, moving his lips against your skin as you shut your eyes. “You have no idea how hard it was to control myself with you.” He continued, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as his hand slid beneath your shirt.

“I watched you for weeks,” he muttered between planting lingering kisses on your neck as you blushed a deep red. “You’re so fuckin’ perfect.” His tongue traced along your skin lightly and you moaned, allowing your fingers to tangle in his hair.

“I knew deep down it was you,” you whispered as his fingers pinched and teased your nipple. “No one makes me feel like you do, Charlie.” You whimpered slightly as his teeth nipped at your neck.

“You were so ready for me that night,” he growled, and you knew immediately the night he was speaking of - the phone call before Paris’s murder. “Such a freak.” He chuckled darkly, but there was little humour in it. His tone held approval, sending a jolt of warmth between your thighs.

“Put the mask on,” you pleaded with a breathy whisper. Charlie pulled back slightly and searched your eyes again - his own wild, boring into yours as your heart raced harder than it ever had before.

You nodded once to reassure him, and he leaned down, pecking your lips with an incredibly soft sweetness - stilling the intensity of the moment for just a second.

He removed his shirt slowly, careful of his wounded shoulder, while keeping his gaze locked on yours. Cautiously, he reached for his bag beneath your bed. You heard the zipper open, and watched as he carefully pulled the mask on, adjusting it slightly before he stood.

Ghostface towered over you from the side of your bed, staring at you for a long moment before you caught the glint of light reflecting from the knife in his hand.

You trusted Charlie more than anything, and the thought of giving yourself to him like this - so vulnerable, so wrong - it awoke a darkness inside of you that you’d tried to ignore. Only now, you welcomed it with open arms, and so did he.

Your head tilted upright slightly. Charlie crawled over you, straddling your waist as he stared down at you through the mask. It was strange, seeing you like this. It was like he was reliving his own twisted fantasy. He knew he would never really hurt you - but the idea that you wanted him to twisted something inside of him.

He couldn’t resist as he let the flat side of the knife - the one that had spilled so much blood - glide across your delicate, milky skin. It left a trail of cold along your throat, collarbone, until finally, it reached the collar of your shirt.

Without hesitation, Charlie sliced at the fabric, letting your perky tits spill out bare. His breath hitched slightly as he took in the sight.

It was at that moment, that he realised he had accidentally cut you. Though small, the wound seeped that familiar red he had grown so comfortable with, but on you, his eyes flicked up to yours in a panic - scared you would tell him to stop.

Instead, your trembling finger wiped the blood away. You keep your gaze on the menacing mask, feeling Charlie’s eyes on you as you bring the bloodied finger to your lips.

Charlie’s cock twitched at the sight, and you resisted the urge to smile as you felt it grow even harder against your stomach.

The mask tilted, tauntingly, as if he were admiring you, and you blushed a deep red.

Suddenly, the flat side of the knife was against you again. He glided it carefully over your already hardened nipples, making you squirm slightly at the coolness against your sensitive buds.

You whimpered slightly, and Charlie smirked, wide eyed. “Oh, You like that, huh?” The infamous Ghostface voice filled the hot air in your room, and your eyes flicked up to him. This time, you couldn’t hide your smile. It taunted him in a way he couldn’t quite put his finger on, but he enjoyed it immensely.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk,” he leaned down, closer to your face. “Someone’s a kinky girl,” he teased lowly, the raspiness of the voice converter tangling with the sound of Charlie’s.

Your core was embarrassingly wet, and you ached for him already. This was a fantasy you’d had for years, brought to life in the most realistic way - and it had your nerves feeling like live wires.

Before Charlie could think it over, resist - he gently pressed the sharp edge against your flesh, just below your collarbone.

You gasped lightly, but moaned in a way that told him you approved. Carefully, he set the knife aside and let his thumb trace over the cut, smearing the red liquid against your skin. His cock was practically throbbing, but he wanted this moment to last forever.

He lifted the mask slightly, just enough to reveal his full lips and salivating mouth as he leaned down. His tongue lapped at the cut, the metallic taste of iron hot on his taste buds. He could feel the drum of your rapid heartbeat on his lips.

He placed soft kisses against the length of the cut, daringly, admiring your beauty as he did so.

Finally, he sat back and stood up, adjusting the mask back in place. “Strip.” He ordered softly, but the edge in his tone sent a thrill through you.

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Killer Instinct - Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

CH20 🎶 Running Up That Hill (Cover) - Placebo 🎶

T/W - unaliving, violence

The silence that followed seemed to stretch forever, and Charlie’s face softened just for a moment, a small wave of relief washing over him as he realized she was truly gone - that you were safe.

But the moment passed quickly, and he turned to you. His arms tightened around you, pulling you in close as if trying to protect you from everything, from the chaos you had been pulled into.

His chest burned with something far deeper than just relief—something darker, more primal. There was a kind of desperate love in his eyes, mixed with an emotion you couldn’t quite place.

You stared up at him, your heart racing as the reality of what you had just done settled in. Your hands trembled, and your lips quivered, words trapped in your throat. Charlie’s fingers gently cupped your face, forcing your eyes to meet his, though you were fighting to look away.

“Look at me,” he said, his voice soft but firm, as if grounding you to the moment.

You swallowed hard, the lump in your throat making it difficult to breathe, but you obeyed, locking your gaze with his. His eyes, the familiar blue you thought you knew so well, glistened now—filled with something indescribable, something so dark and deep it made you want to pull away, but you couldn’t. You were rooted to him.

“You’re gonna stab my shoulder,” he said, his words unexpected, sending a sharp shiver down your spine. The command in his voice was calm, calculated, but underneath, you could hear the urgency.

You shook your head in confusion, panic rising in your chest. “No, Charlie—”

But he nodded, his face serious. “You have to,” he insisted, his grip tightening on your face. “I need to be more wounded. It’ll make it look real. They can’t know…”

He pressed the knife back into your trembling hands, the cold steel feeling strangely familiar against your skin. It was heavy, like a weight you didn’t know how to bear, but you had no choice but to hold it.

“Please,” your voice barely made it past your lips, the word laced with fear, with disbelief. Charlie’s heart twisted at the sound of it, his body aching to comfort you, to protect you from everything—himself included.

“You trust me, right?” His eyes searched yours desperately, almost frantic as the urgency of the situation became clear. The others would find you at any moment.

You nodded, even as your stomach churned. You could feel your own heart racing in your chest, but you trusted him. You always had.

He gave you a soft, almost reassuring smile, though it didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Stab me,” he urged, his hand guiding yours, moving the blade slowly toward his shoulder. His chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, and you felt a sickening knot tighten in your stomach as you realized what he was asking you to do.

“Right here,” he added, his voice barely a whisper now. “C’mon, baby, you can do this.”

Your hands trembled as you looked into his eyes, still unsure, still terrified. But the moment stretched on, the world outside seeming to fade as you searched for something to anchor you.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, and though your eyes were clouded with tears, you nodded. It was the only choice you had. You had to cover for him, to protect him. The thought of losing him, of him being caught, made everything inside you twist in agony.

You reached up, your hands trembling as you cupped his face, feeling his stubble against your fingertips, his warmth seeping into you. For a moment, you both simply stared at each other, breaths mingling in the air.

Uncertainty flickered in his eyes, but for just a second, there was something else—something raw, something desperate. And then, leaning forward, you pressed your forehead against his, your heart breaking in the silence that followed.

“I love you,” you whispered, the words barely audible as they trembled from your lips. It was the only truth you could hold onto in that moment, the only thing that felt real.

Charlie’s pained cry made your heart shatter, and you quickly pulled the knife out of his shoulder, throwing it aside.

“Ah, fuck.” Charlie’s voice cracked with pain as he gripped his shoulder, wincing and staggering slightly. You could see the strain on his face, the way his breath came in jagged gasps, but it only made you sob harder, the overwhelming panic and adrenaline mixing with a deep, gut-wrenching fear.

With a harsh, pained grunt, Charlie took the knife again—his hand trembling as he drove it into Jill’s chest once more. The sickening sound of metal sinking into flesh echoed in the room, and you could only stare, paralyzed with shock.

Charlie turned back toward you, his eyes softer now, filled with something you couldn’t quite place—guilt, perhaps, or something darker. Before you could say anything, the sound of heavy footsteps and frantic shouting reached your ears, growing louder with each passing second. Kirby’s voice cut through the air, shouting your name in panic.

You barely had time to register the chaos before she appeared, skidding into the room. Her eyes widened, going from you to the lifeless body of Jill, still wearing the cloak, mask beside her as her limbs sprawled on the floor in a grotesque heap. The air in the room felt thick with disbelief, with a kind of stillness that only comes after something unthinkable has happened.

Her gaze flickered to you, searching, frantic, and then past Charlie—who you suddenly realized was wearing his normal clothes, no longer draped in the killer’s costume.

Without a word, she rushed over to you, her arms enveloping you in a crushing hug, pulling you close as you shook, your sobs racking through you like an uncontrollable storm. You could barely breathe, let alone think, as Kirby’s warmth and the sound of her voice offered a brief moment of comfort amidst the madness.

Charlie, still sitting off to the side, looked over at Sidney, who had begun to come to. Her face twisted in disbelief and anguish as she stared down at her cousin’s lifeless body. The sight of Jill—her family—like this, in the costume of her tormentor, was too much for her to comprehend in the moment.

“I—I had to,” Charlie stuttered, his voice ragged with exhaustion and guilt. The words sounded hollow in the air, like he was trying to convince himself just as much as anyone else.

Sidney sat up and swallowed hard, her eyes flickering to him, then back to Jill’s body, before she nodded, as if somehow accepting the grim reality of the situation.

Charlie met your gaze with a strange but familiar softness in his eyes that felt almost reassuring. Your heart ached for answers, but most of all, it ached for him.

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The room was quiet except for the faint hum of your ceiling fan, its rhythmic sound somehow grounding in the midst of the tension. You sat cross-legged on your bed, facing Charlie. His shoulder was heavily bandaged, his shirt wrinkled and stained, and his hair was even messier than usual, sticking out at odd angles. Yet it was his eyes—wide, restless, and fixated on the quilt beneath him—that held your attention. They flickered with something dark, something haunted.

“How’d you do it?” you asked softly, voice cutting through the stillness.

Charlie swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat. His fingers fidgeted with a loose thread on your bedspread as he began to speak. “Jill…” he started, his voice unsteady. “She came to me with this plan. The fame, the legacy. She thought I was just some… pawn in her game, but she underestimated me.” His lips quirked in the faintest shadow of a smirk before it quickly disappeared.

You leaned forward slightly, arms resting on your thighs, and his gaze briefly met yours before darting away again. “And Robbie?” you whispered. The name caught in your throat, a painful lump rising at the thought of him.

Charlie flinched, and for the first time, his façade cracked. “He was my best friend,” he said, his voice hollow. His hands tightened into fists, his knuckles turning white. “But… I had to make a choice. It was him or—” His voice broke off, and he inhaled shakily. “I had to make him a part of it… he had to be the brains. Jill isn’t capable of pulling this off alone. I did what I had to do. For you.”

“For me?” The words escaped you in a breath, disbelief etched into your expression.

His eyes met yours again, raw and unflinching now. “Jill was scared I’d back out. She saw how I looked at you, how much you meant to me. She thought you were just some distraction.” His lips twisted bitterly. “But she didn’t realize. I wasn’t just… interested in you. I’m in love with you. I was from the moment I met you.”

Your heart skipped a beat as his words sank in, the weight of them making it harder to breathe. His hand reached out tentatively, brushing against yours. The touch was featherlight, almost hesitant, but it sent shivers down your spine.

You stared at his hand, taking in the faint scars on his knuckles, the subtle tremor in his fingers. You couldn’t help but picture the blood he’d spilled with those same hands. The thought should have repelled you, should have made you pull away. But instead, it only made your heart ache more.

“I couldn’t bring myself to hurt you,” he admitted, voice thick with emotion. “Not then. Not ever.”

“Paris?” you asked suddenly, breaking the silence.

Charlie blinked, caught off guard by the abrupt change in subject. His lips curved upward slightly, almost sheepishly. “She was a threat to you,” he mumbled. “You hated her. I thought she’d drive you off campus, so I…” He trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck.

To his surprise, you laughed softly. The sound was unexpected, but it was like a balm, easing the tension that had settled over him like a suffocating weight.

“And Trevor?” you asked, your voice quieter now.

Charlie’s expression darkened instantly. “Jill was going to kill him anyway,” he said firmly, almost defensively. “I set it up to look like he was the main target, but… that wasn’t entirely a lie.”

You nodded slowly, processing his words. His hand found yours again, this time holding it more firmly, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. “You kept Kirby out of it,” you said, your voice carrying a note of gratitude.

“Of course,” he replied, his gaze softening. “I know what she means to you.” Something flickered in his eyes then—something sharp and fleeting—but you chose to ignore it, even though deep down, you knew Kirby’s survival was a miracle, one that might not have happened if you hadn’t been in Charlie’s life.

“And Kimmy?” you asked hesitantly, the image of her broken body at the bottom of the stairs in the cellar flashing in your mind.

Charlie hesitated, his jaw tightening. He nodded once, slowly.

Your stomach twisted, but you pushed through the unease. “D-do you still want me?” His voice was barely audible, cracking under the weight of his own vulnerability.

Without thinking, you reached for him, pulling him toward you. He came willingly, lying down beside you, his head sinking into the pillow next to yours.

“Nothing could ever make me not want you, Charlie Walker,” you said, your voice firm despite the storm of emotions swirling inside you.

His eyes widened at your words, his pupils dark and dilated. He looked like he was on the verge of saying something, something big, but he hesitated, leaving the room with a heavy quiet.

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Killer Instinct - Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

CH19 🎶 Arkangel - Thornhill 🎶

T/W - intense violence, unaliving etc

You stared at the phone in your hand, heart pounding. Without thinking, you stuffed it back into your pocket and rushed toward the garage door.

Charlie was still there, struggling against his restraints, eyes wide and frantic as he tried to get your attention. Every instinct screamed at you to go to him—now.

His head jerked toward the garage behind you, his muffled noises growing louder as he tried desperately to warn you of something.

His breath came in sharp, panicked bursts through his nose, and his eyes never left yours. Even in the dim light, you could see the desperation there, the silent plea for you to hurry.

“Hold on, I’ll get you out of this,” you muttered, dropping to your knees in front of him. Hurriedly, you ripped off the tape covering his mouth and he gasped for air.

“Fuck,” His chest heaved in a strange mixture of both panic and relief. Your hands trembled as you tugged at the knots binding his wrists. “It’s Jill,” he breathed heavily, trying to regain his breath as his eyes darted around you.

“J-Jill?” You asked in shock as his first wrist became free. He nodded frantically as he ripped off the tape securing his other arm. By the time he was done, you’d managed to free both his ankles and he stood.

Within a heartbeat, he’d pulled you into him, almost crushing your body against him as you rapidly tried to wrap your head around the revelation of Jill being his partner in this murderous shit show.

“She knows I was gonna frame her,” His voice trembled as he pulled back slightly. His eyes were wide with a fear you’d never seen before, but felt in yourself. “She’s gonna try and kill us.” The words stammered out of his mouth as he gripped your hand, dragging you toward the house.

“Charlie,” you cried out, desperately trying to understand what this all meant, and what the next step was.

As he pulled you into the kitchen, you saw Sidney’s still body lying on the floor. Her chest rose and fell softly, and you glanced at Charlie who was already staring at you.

“I had to knock her out,” he explained, almost ashamed. Quickly, he continued. “Kirby’s safe - she’s locked upstairs.” He assured you, sensing your concern. You nodded once and he grabbed your hand again.

“I need to find Jill.” There was a dark determination in his eyes that you’d never seen before. As if on cue, a thud came from the cellar. You both turned and he gave your hand a quick squeeze. He hated the idea of leaving you alone, but more than anything, he needed to keep you safe - as far from Jill as possible.

Quickly, he pressed his lips to your forehead. “Hide.” With that, he disappeared toward the cellar door.

You looked around - the familiar house you’d often considered home felt entirely tainted, unfamiliar. Blood smeared the wall, and as you took a few steps, you saw Trevor’s lifeless body in the hallway.

Before you could even process that thought, you heard a creak behind you.

You flinched as you turned, just missing the blade of a knife as it splinted into the wall beside you.

Ghostface stood mere inches from you as you stumbled away, bumping into the back of the couch where you stopped in your tracks.

The anger inside you flared like a wildfire. You didn’t know where it came from—maybe it was the fear, maybe the betrayal—but all you could think of was one thing: you weren’t going down without a fight.

Even beneath the cloak, you could almost feel her self-satisfied smirk, the smugness practically radiating from her.

“I know it’s you, bitch.” You spat, voice trembling only slightly as Jill cocked her head to the side, as if observing you.

She smirked menacingly beneath the mask and shrugged like it didn’t bother her in the slightest. “Feisty, aren’t you? Charlie really knows how to pick ‘em.” She taunted, yanking the knife from the wall.

Your breathing was heavy, and you felt incredibly small without so much as a weapon to defend yourself with. Glancing around, you realised you were in the perfect spot - right beside the fireplace.

Carefully and slowly, you stepped toward it as you watched her. “You do too. I mean, Trevor? C’mon, Jill - even a psycho bitch like you could do better than him.” The words felt venomous and you actually saw her flinch slightly as your hand slid behind you. Your fingers carefully wrapped around the iron stoker and you gripped it tightly.

“What can I say? We can’t all find true love our first year in college.” She rolled her eyes, her words an obvious dig toward your relationship with Charlie.

Before you could think about it, your body moved on instinct, feet carrying you toward her cloaked figure. With a sharp, furious cry, you swung the weapon at her head, putting everything you had into the blow.

The stoker came thrashing toward her, but Jill was quicker. With inhuman precision, she blocked your swing with her arm, the force of the blow reverberating through your own muscles. She barely staggered. Then, before you could react, she lunged, the gleam of the knife catching the dim light as she aimed for your side.

The blade sliced through the air, too fast for you to avoid completely, but you twisted your body just in time. The cold steel whistled past your skin, grazing the fabric of your shirt and leaving nothing but a shiver in its wake.

You gasped, stumbling back, but before you could even attempt to swing the stoker again, Jill was on you. She shoved you hard with both hands, sending you crashing into the wall with a sickening thud.

Your head slammed into the wood, your breath knocked out of you, and the pain exploded behind your eyes in a dizzying wave. A groan slipped from your lips, but there was no time to recover.

You blinked, struggling to focus, just in time to see the knife descending toward you. The blade cut through the air with a terrifying, gleaming swiftness, its point aimed directly at your face.

You flinched, eyes snapping shut instinctively as the knife sunk deep into the wall beside your head with a shuddering thunk. The vibrations from the impact rattled through your bones, leaving you breathless.

“Bitch,” you spat, the word sharp and bitter, dripping with venom. Jill’s lips twitched as she glared at you, the hatred in her eyes growing with each passing second. Her gaze flickered briefly to the knife still embedded in the wall beside you, its blade reflecting the low light in a chilling reminder of just how close she’d come to ending you.

Her smirk returned, but it wasn’t kind. It was predatory. she brought the voice changer to her lips, the mechanical rasp of her voice filling the small space. “You really think you’re getting out of this alive?” she sneered, voice distorted through the voice converter. The mockery in her tone sent a shiver down your spine, but you didn’t back down. The question lingered in the air, taunting you.

“I did last time,” you shot back, the words bitter on your tongue, but with an edge of defiance that made your heart pound. You glanced at the knife still lodged in the wall, your hand trembling as you reached for it. You wrenched it free with a forceful yank, the wood splintering in protest as the blade came free. The cold weight of it in your hand was like a sick reminder of the danger you were still in.

Jill’s laughter broke through the tension, but it wasn’t a sound of joy—it was hollow, cruel, and full of malice. “I don’t make mistakes twice,” she hissed, her eyes narrowing dangerously. She slid a second knife from beneath her cloak, its sharp edge catching the faint light as it was drawn. The gleam of it sent a new rush of fear through your veins, but you held your ground.

Without hesitation, Jill lunged again, her body moving with terrifying speed, the blade flashing in her hand. She was quick, too quick, and you barely had time to react. With a desperate motion, you raised your arm to block the strike, the cold steel of her knife colliding with the bare skin of your forearm. A searing pain shot through you as the blade sliced deep, and you cried out in pain. Blood instantly welled up along the cut, dripping onto the floor as your arm went numb with shock.

You stumbled back, the knife slipping from your grip as you reached for the wound, but Jill’s eyes never left you. “Charlie should’ve known better than to let you come here,” she spat, her voice dripping with contempt, her smirk widening with each passing second.

A white-hot fury exploded within you, an uncontrollable rage that burned through the fear, blinding you to everything else. In a flash of movement, you tackled her to the ground, throwing all your weight into the attack. Jill’s surprise lasted only a second before she tried to push you off, but you were too quick. You hooked your leg over hers, pinning her body to the floor with a primal strength you didn’t know you had.

Her arms flailed beneath you, but you held her wrists firmly to the floor, your knees pressing into her sides. Your breath was coming in ragged gasps, heart hammering as you fought to keep her under control. The knife, still glinting in her hand, was now dangerously close, and you knew you had mere seconds before she would find a way to use it.

But Jill wasn’t done. In a swift move, she shifted her body, using all her strength to push the blade up toward your throat. The edge of the knife grazed your skin, sending a cold shiver of terror through you, but your other hand shot out, grabbing her arm in a tight grip.

The air between you was thick, heavy with both of your breathing. Your gaze shifted to the knife still in her hand, and she took your moment of distraction and overpowered you. As the knife was lifted closer to you, you reached for her arm, now both hands on her to push the glistening blade away.

In an intense power struggle, you groaned as the knife inched closer, grazing just below your neck as the point of it dug in. That same white-hot sensation appeared as blood trickled down your skin.

“Hey!” Charlie’s voice cut through the air, deeper and more commanding than you’d ever heard it before. It was sharp, full of authority, and it caught Jill off guard.

Her body jerked in surprise, her grip momentarily loosening. In that heartbeat of hesitation, you seized your chance. With all the strength you could muster, you yanked the knife from her hand, feeling the cold metal slip from her trembling fingers.

The feeling of the knife being buried into her chest didn’t feel like you thought it would. Her eyes shot to you in pure shock - sheer terror replacing the overconfident look she’d had moments ago.

The knife felt stuck inside her chest, but your ears filled with a blood curdling, primal noise. You realised you were screaming as your throat began to burn.

Before you could make sense of anything, you yanked the blade from her chest, bringing it right back down again. She coughed, blood splattering from her open mouth.

Your eyes couldn’t look away - the sight of the light in her eyes fading as you struck her again and again with the blade as her blood sprayed your clothing and face.

Tears burned your eyes and suddenly, you felt warm hands over yours, stopping the blade from meeting Jill’s writhing body again.

In an instant, you were yanked away from Jill’s sprawled out body, Charlie’s arms wrapping tightly around you as if he were afraid you’d slip away. His breath came in ragged bursts, chest heaving with a frantic energy. His eyes were wide, pupils dilated, and the look in them was wild—something between disbelief and awe, as though he couldn’t quite believe what had just happened. His gaze shifted back to Jill’s still form, watching her chest rise and fall one last time before it stilled.

[startseeingstars]

Killer Instinct - Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

CH18 🎶 Death of Me - PVRIS 🎶

“He’s been stabbed!” Trevor’s voice cracked, panic twisting his words as he frantically darted his eyes between all of you, his face pale and wide-eyed with terror.

“W-who?” you asked, the words barely leaving your mouth as a sudden jolt of fear ripped through your chest. It felt like the air around you had turned cold, suffocating.

“Robbie! Someone call the fucking cops!” Trevor screamed, his voice rising in desperation.

In that split second, a grim realization hit you like a ton of bricks: this wasn’t just some random attack. This was it. The final act. The bloodbath. The killing of the main cast.

“I’m not getting a signal,” Kimmy muttered, frowning as she held her phone up to the ceiling, frustration lining her face.

Kirby scrambled for the landline, but the moment she picked it up, she cursed under her breath. “Landline’s dead.”

The tension in the room spiked like a live wire, and just as panic was about to consume you, you heard it: the front door burst open with a deafening crash. Everyone jumped back, hearts racing.

“Jill?!” Sidney’s voice cut through the chaos, thick with urgency and fear. Her eyes were wide, scanning the room like she was already planning an escape route when she spotted her beside Kirby. “Thank God. We need to leave. Now.”

Before Jill could even process her words, you caught a flash of something in the hallway—something dark and unmistakable. A figure cloaked in black, the unmistakable outline of Ghostface moving quickly toward you.

“Look out!” The warning barely left your lips, but Sidney reacted instantly, spinning around just in time. The killer’s knife swished through the air, missing her by inches.

Sidney gripped Ghostface’s arm with expert precision, using the momentum to twist it and throw the masked figure to the ground with all her strength.

The room erupted into chaos. Shouting. Screaming. The sound of feet pounding against the floor. Adrenaline shot through your veins, and your instincts kicked in. You didn’t think. You didn’t plan. You just ran.

Without even hesitating, you grabbed Kirby’s arm, tugging her along as the two of you sprinted through the house, past the bloodthirsty figure as they scrambled to their feet. Your heart was hammering in your chest, every footstep echoing in your ears, until—

Thud.

The front door splintered. A knife embedded itself into the wood beside your face. You froze. Your blood ran cold. The killer was right there, inches away, and your scream shattered the air.

“Go!” Kirby shouted, yanking you roughly and pulling you toward the stairs. You ran in her wake, the sound of Sidney and Ghostface struggling still ringing in your ears as you raced up the stairs, breath ragged.

Kirby darted into her parents’ bedroom without a second thought, but something inside you screamed for a different route. A childhood instinct pulled you toward the hallway closet—the place where you used to hide when playing games of hide and seek as a child. It was your safe place, your sanctuary.

You didn’t even stop to think. You sprinted down the hall and threw open the door to the cleaning supply closet. You shut it quickly behind you, but the door didn’t fully close. It jammed just before it clicked, leaving a thin slice of light spilling in from the hallway.

Your heart was pounding, your breaths shallow and ragged. You cursed yourself for not keeping your bag with you—pepper spray would’ve been a lifesaver right now. You pulled out your phone, but of course, there was no signal. The house’s isolation felt even more suffocating now, like the walls were closing in on you.

You heard Sidney’s distant voice shouting to Jill to run for help, but your thoughts were a blur. What were you supposed to do? What could you do?

You stood frozen, every muscle in your body taut with fear as you tried desperately to think of your next move. But then you heard it. Your name. Soft, almost a whisper, but it cut through the panic in your mind like a knife.

It was Jill. Her voice was low and hushed, laced with something you couldn’t place. You didn’t answer at first, confusion swirling in your chest. But then, a horrible realization hit you—Sidney must have created a diversion, letting Jill slip away from the danger.

Still, something about Jill’s tone kept you rooted in place. Something felt… off. A knot twisted in your stomach. Your feet felt like lead, and you were almost relieved when you heard her footsteps moving toward the stairs, her pace quickening as she left the hallway.

Your breath steadied, but panic still lingered, and you carefully began to inch toward the door of the closet. You were about to step out when you heard hurried footsteps approaching from Kirby’s room. You instinctively stepped back, but it was too late.

Ghostface emerged from the shadows, moving with eerie calm but deadly speed. You barely had time to react before a gloved hand clamped down hard on your mouth, muffling your scream. You froze. Your entire body went cold as the killer shoved you back into the cramped closet. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as your back slammed against the cluttered shelves, knocking cans and bottles to the floor.

You couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Your heartbeat thundered in your ears as the dark figure loomed over you, blocking out the light from the crack in the door.

And then, something unexpected. A pressure on your lips—soft at first. The killer’s gloved hand was still holding your face, but there was something… different about this touch. And then it hit you—a kiss.

Your mind raced, struggling to process what was happening. A moment later, the person pulled away slightly, and you heard the familiar breathless sound of Charlie’s voice.

“I won’t hurt you,” he whispered, his voice ragged with adrenaline. “I won’t hurt you.” His words felt like a lifeline in the midst of the chaos, but the voice converter on his mask distorted his words just enough to make everything feel surreal. “I’m gonna get you through this. Do not leave this closet til I say so.”

Your mind reeled, too many thoughts crashing together. The man you thought you knew, the boy you’d always trusted… was standing here, telling you to trust him. You couldn’t speak, couldn’t make sense of it, but you nodded, the words catching in your throat.

Before you could ask anything, he kissed you again—brief, almost desperate. And something deep inside you stirred, an undeniable pull that made you kiss him back without thinking. Your hands found their way to his neck, pulling him closer, needing the connection, the grounding.

“I love you,” Charlie murmured, his words absolute, no hesitation. His lips brushed against your forehead. “Stay in here.”

And then, just like that, the mask came back down, and he disappeared into the darkness.

Your body was shaking, overwhelmed by the turn of events. You had suspected Charlie, sure, but never did you actually believe he could be capable of this.

The sound of footsteps faded into the distance, and all you could hear now was your ragged breathing, the silence thick with the weight of everything that had just happened. You stood there for what felt like an eternity, but was likely only minutes.

The text came through just as you were beginning to gather your thoughts, the harsh vibration of your phone in the silence nearly making you jump out of your skin. You fumbled for it, the glowing screen casting faint light in the dim closet.

Garage. Now. It’s safe.

It was from Charlie.

Your heart skipped a beat. Trust him? The boy who just revealed himself as one of the Ghostfaces? Who had kissed you as if it was a goodbye, only to vanish into the chaos moments later? Your chest tightened, the weight of your fear threatening to keep you rooted in place. But something about his words—it’s safe—pushed you forward.

You cracked open the closet door and peeked into the hallway, every creak of the house making your nerves fray. The lights flickered dimly, throwing warped shadows across the walls. Nothing moved. No sound except for the faint hum of the refrigerator in the distance.

Step by step, you crept down the stairs, each one feeling like it might give away your position. Your breathing was shallow, your eyes darting from corner to corner. The living room was empty, but the faint metallic scent of blood lingered in the air.

The kitchen was ahead. You almost missed her at first—Sidney, slumped against the cabinets, her head tilted at an awkward angle.

“Sidney!” you gasped, rushing to her side, your hands trembling as you touched her shoulder. She was breathing, but barely. A faint trickle of blood ran from her temple, staining the pale fabric of her shirt. Your stomach twisted.

“Sidney, wake up,” you whispered, giving her a gentle shake. Nothing. Your mind raced. Did Charlie do this?

You heard a faint noise from further inside the house. A low thud. A reminder that you didn’t have time to linger. Swallowing hard, you eased Sidney into a more comfortable position and stood, your legs unsteady beneath you.

The garage door loomed ahead, its darkness somehow more menacing than the rest of the house. You hesitated, your fingers grazing the edge of the handle before you forced yourself to pull it open.

The garage was dimly lit, its fluorescent bulbs flickering ominously. The chill of the air hit you immediately, and as you descended the stairs, you saw him just outside.

Charlie.

You froze the moment you saw him. He was tied to a chair, just like in the movies. His arms were bound tightly to the wooden frame, and his ankles were lashed to the legs of the chair with duct tape. His mouth was gagged with a wide strip of silver duct tape, muffling his frantic sounds.

His eyes locked onto yours, wide and wild with panic, and he shook his head furiously as if warning you to stay back.

Your body screamed at you to run to him, to untie him. But, you didn’t approach him just yet. Something about this felt off—too quiet, too still. You could feel the weight of the air pressing down on you, like the house was holding its breath.

Your phone vibrated again in your pocket, jarring you from your thoughts. A quick glance at the screen sent an icy shiver down your spine. The number was blocked.

You answered without thinking, your voice trembling. “Hello?”

The silence on the other end stretched before the unmistakable voice of Ghostface sliced through it.

“Well, well. Looks like we’ve got a game to play.” Your blood ran cold. The voice was distorted, mechanical, but it held that familiar edge of malice that made your skin crawl.

Charlie’s heart had never pounded so hard before. He couldn’t hear you - only see you under the dim lighting through the garage windows. His pleas for you to run - to leave him to his fate, fell silent.

“Three questions,” Ghostface continued, and you could practically hear the smirk in the tone. “Get them right, and I’ll let loverboy go. Get them wrong, and—well, let’s just say you may need to update your online dating profile.”

Your hand gripped the phone tighter, your heart hammering in your chest. The familiar taunting tone somehow deepened the pit of dread already set in your stomach.

“Question one,” Ghostface began. “Who was the first victim of the original Woodsboro killings?”

You swallowed, forcing your mind to focus through the fear clouding your thoughts. The answer came quickly. “Casey Becker.”

The line went quiet for a beat before Ghostface’s voice returned. “Correct.”

Your pulse raced, but you had no time to dwell on it. Ghostface was already moving on to the next question.

“Question two. What’s the name of the killer in the original ‘Stab’ movie?”

You hesitated for a split second, your breath catching, but the answer came easily. “Billy Loomis.”

Another pause. Another laugh that sent a chill crawling up your spine. “Someone’s been doing their homework.”

You could hear the amusement in their voice now, as if enjoying the tension in the air, but there was no time for that. You only had one question left.

“Last question,” Ghostface said, a slight edge of anticipation in their voice. “Who survived the final attack in the original Woodsboro killings?”

Your mind raced, the pressure mounting, and for a moment, it felt like time had frozen. But you knew the answer—knew it like the back of your hand.

“Sidney Prescott.”

Silence. Then, the voice spoke again, slower now, as if savoring the moment. “Correct. Loverboy gets to live - for now.”

A wave of relief washed over you, but it was fleeting. You hadn’t even realized how tight your grip had become on the phone until your fingers began to ache.

The line went dead. The oppressive silence that followed felt deafening, suffocating.

[startseeingstars]

Killer Instinct - Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

CH17 🎶 Bloody Valentine - MGK 🎶

Later that day, as you left the building, you spotted Charlie before he even saw you. His presence was magnetic, drawing your eyes like a magnet. He was standing a few feet away, staring down at his phone, but when he noticed you, his face lit up like he had been waiting for this moment. That familiar rush of affection hit you full-force, and before you could stop yourself, your arms were around his neck, pulling him into a kiss.

He tensed for a moment, surprised, but then his arms wrapped around you, and he kissed you back with a hunger that made your heart race. He pulled you closer, hands settling at your waist, and you couldn’t help but melt into him. When you broke the kiss, Charlie’s eyes were dark with affection, but also something you couldn’t quite name. “Miss me, huh?” His voice was soft, teasing, but there was an edge to it.

As he took your bag, carefully slinging it over his shoulder, you couldn’t ignore the possessive glint in his eyes, as though he were nervous about your meeting with Rhys.

“Are you okay? You seem a little tense.” Charlie relaxed his posture on purpose, though he didn’t quite realize how obvious it was. His unease was written all over him, but he was trying to cover it up.

“You really don’t need to worry about Rhys,” you said gently, attempting to ease his mind. There was a part of you that liked how invested he seemed, maybe even a little too much, but you didn’t want to read too much into it.

“I’m not—” He hesitated, caught off guard by your words. After a quick pause, he nodded, deciding it was easier to play it off as concern for another guy trying to steal you away. “I know, you’re right,” he added quickly, glancing at you with wide eyes that betrayed everything he was feeling but couldn’t say. “I just… I really like you.”

He didn’t say it outright, but it was a lie. He wanted to tell you that he loved you, that he’d been in love with you for weeks, but he knew this wasn’t the moment. And frankly, he wasn’t sure when it would be. He just knew that right now wasn’t it.

You smiled, a soft blush creeping up your cheeks under the vulnerability in his gaze. “I really like you too,” you replied, teasing just a little, your suspicions hinting that it wasn’t just “like” he wanted to express.

You both continued the walk, hand in hand, the quiet between you filling with a comfortable sense of connection. Despite the tension that lingered in the air, there was a sense of calm, and for a moment, everything felt just right.

Rhys was already at the library, waiting by your favorite corner, as expected. You leaned in to give Charlie one more quick kiss, the heat of his lips leaving you breathless and eager for more.

“I’ll see you later,” he whispered, his voice so soft it sent a tingle through your spine. His eyes didn’t quite meet yours, a fleeting flicker of something you couldn’t name in them, and for a moment, your stomach tightened in unease.

“Promise?” you asked, your voice barely audible, but the question was clear.

He nodded quickly, offering a reassuring smile he hoped was convincing enough. “Promise.” He forced a smile, but it didn’t reach his eyes, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was hiding something, but you didn’t know what.

xxx 🎶 Whatever - Hundredth 🎶 xxx

The harsh, sterile glow of your laptop screen was starting to blur in front of your eyes. You’d been staring at it for hours, and yet, you’d barely made a dent in the assignment. Getting Rhys familiar with the basics had taken over an hour alone, let alone moving onto the more practical elements. If it weren’t for the constant weight of anxiety pressing on your chest, you might have found it almost endearing how earnestly he was trying to grasp the material. But right now, his concentration on the task was only making your mind wander back to him—to Charlie. The gnawing feeling that something wasn’t right was relentless, making you restless.

You could feel your focus slipping away with every passing second, the words on the screen blurring into a haze that mirrored the confusion clouding your thoughts. Your fingers hovered above the keyboard, the typing rhythm now erratic as your mind was a million miles away, tangled in a web of suspicion, fear, and longing.

“You alright?” Rhys’s voice broke through the fog, soft and concerned, making you snap back to the present. He was leaning forward slightly, his glasses perched precariously on the end of his nose, pushing them up absentmindedly as he studied you with a look that was both gentle and observant. His eyes, wide and searching, always seemed to look too deeply, like he could see the cracks beneath the surface. It made you feel exposed, but at least his concern was real.

Forcing a smile, you tried to shake off the tension. “Yeah, sorry,” you said, your voice coming out flat despite your best attempt at feigning enthusiasm. “Just been a big couple of days,” you added with a soft laugh, but the sound felt hollow, unnatural.

Rhys’s eyes softened in sympathy, but there was something about his gaze that was more than just pity. Maybe it was because you didn’t want his sympathy—you wanted answers. But you didn’t want to push him away either. So, you did what you always did in these moments, put on a mask and pretended to be okay.

“I heard about the attack,” he said, his voice lower now, cautious. “I didn’t wanna bring it up in case it would make you uncomfortable.”

You blinked at him, surprised by how thoughtful he was. In a world that had suddenly become so chaotic his understanding felt like a breath of fresh air. You let out a small sigh, your lips curling into a more genuine smile this time, albeit tinged with sadness.

“Thanks, Rhys,” you murmured, the gratitude leaking through your exhaustion. “It’s been… hard, but I’ll manage.”

He didn’t press, but his gaze lingered on you with that soft, understanding look. His voice was gentle when he spoke again, like he was treading carefully through your fragile emotions.

“How are you holding up, anyway?” His question was simple, but there was an unmistakable sincerity in it.

The words hung in the air for a moment before you shrugged, your shoulders heavy with the weight of everything you couldn’t control. “I’m doing okay,” you answered, though the words felt like a lie. How could you be okay when you weren’t even sure how to trust your own instincts anymore? How could you be okay when you loved Charlie, and you were worried sick - knowing you should be at Kirby’s with everyone else.

“I’m here if you wanna talk,” he offered, his voice quiet but sincere, almost too gentle for the storm swirling inside you.

The offer was simple, but it settled something inside you, a small flicker of comfort that you hadn’t realized you needed. Rhys, with his calm demeanor and steady presence, was a stark contrast to the chaos that had engulfed your life over the past few days. His ability to just be—without the questions, without the tension—was like a balm to your raw nerves.

You smiled faintly, feeling the kindness in his voice, even though you knew the real comfort would come only when you could face what had happened, and who was behind it. “Thanks,” you whispered again, this time quieter, the weight of everything feeling a little heavier.

xxx 🎶 Hitachi - Ocean Grove 🎶 xxx

Rhys had kindly offered to give you a ride to Kirby’s house—actually, he’d insisted. You were grateful, especially since he treated you as if everything were normal, despite the strange sense of danger that seemed to follow you everywhere. When Charlie was around, it was easier to block out the stares of strangers. You could focus on him, his presence, the way he made everything feel a little less heavy. But without him, the constant gazes felt almost suffocating.

You’d texted Charlie to let him know you were done with Rhys, but he hadn’t read the message, and a nagging feeling in your gut told you something was off. You had to check on him.

As Rhys’s car pulled up to Kirby’s house, you couldn’t help but notice how quiet the street was. It was a small, secluded neighborhood, and the house stood apart from the others, with a spacious backyard leading into a dense forest.

“Thanks for the ride,” you said, smiling at Rhys. He nodded and waved politely as you got out. You made your way to the porch, the familiar path guiding you up to the door. Before you could even reach the handle, it swung open.

“Shit,” Jill jumped, clearly startled by your appearance. You couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I didn’t think you were coming,” she said, her surprise tempered by a grin that almost seemed a little smug.

You shrugged. “I figured I’d swing by. Is Charlie here?” You glanced past her, trying to catch a glimpse inside.

“Sure is. Glad you made it,” she said as she stepped out.

“Where are you going?” you asked, confused.

“To check Kirby’s car for my phone,” she called over her shoulder as she walked away.

You closed the door behind you and moved down the hallway toward the kitchen and living room. You could hear Kirby and Charlie in the other room, playfully challenging each other with trivia questions about horror movies.

“Hey!” Kirby’s face lit up when she saw you, and you smiled back. But as Charlie turned around, his expression faltered. Your stomach sank. That wasn’t the reaction you expected. He blinked, then forced a smile as he stood up.

“Wh-what’re you doing here?” he asked, his voice laced with confusion and something else you couldn’t quite place.

You tried to smile, but it felt off. “Rhys dropped me off. I wanted to surprise you.”

Charlie pulled away from you, looking at you with concern written all over his face. Without saying a word, he took your hand and led you outside, onto the patio.

“Char, what’s wrong?” you asked the moment the door clicked shut behind you.

“You should’ve waited for me. At your dorm,” he muttered, shaking his head. Your chest tightened at the unease in his voice.

“I don’t understand,” you began, but before you could say more, Charlie’s eyes flickered to the window that overlooked the living room. You followed his gaze and saw Kirby, sipping her drink alone as she flicked through the dvd horror collection. The tension in the air was palpable, leaving a pit in your stomach.

Charlie’s gaze shifted back to you, dark with concern. “Do you trust me?” His voice was heavy, urgent. You’d never seen him like this before—his usual calm replaced by something more desperate.

“Of course, Char. What’s going on?” But before you could say anything else, he leaned in and kissed you, his lips pressing against yours urgently. His hands gripped your arms, and you stepped back, a little startled by his intensity. You touched his face gently, noticing the way his eyes fell, almost as if he were ashamed of something.

Charlie’s heart had been pounding in adrenaline when you’d arrived, but now it beat in fear. He glanced inside again, his eyes locking with Jill’s, who had just walked in from outside. Her eyes were hard as ice, just as cold as she watched the two of you through the living room window, but you didn’t notice.

Just as you opened your mouth to ask him more, Trevor burst into the house, yelling in panic. Without thinking, you rushed inside, not noticing that Charlie hesitated.

[startseeingstars]

Killer Instinct - Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

CH16 🎶 Vertigo - Hundredth 🎶

The cold night air nipped at your skin, but Kirby’s soft blanket wrapped around your shoulders offered a fragile comfort. The bright red and blue lights from the ambulances and squad cars cast an eerie glow over everything, creating sharp, distorted shadows that seemed to linger in the air like ghosts. You were perched on the back of an ambulance, surrounded by a hushed crowd of students and faculty. They stood at a distance, some with worried expressions, others staring as if they couldn’t quite believe what had just happened - some filming. It felt like the whole world was watching, but you barely registered them.

You hadn’t noticed the pain in your arm until now, the slow, deep throb as the adrenaline started to wear off. It was a sharp, relentless sting—like fire creeping along your skin. The wound was deep, an angry gash that had come from Ghostface’s hunting knife during the struggle. But that wasn’t the worst part. The worst part was the feeling that came after. The realization that you really were a fool for believing you’d be anything other than another victim.

The physical pain in your arm was nothing compared to the ache of regret in your chest. It was too much to bear, and the tears threatened to spill over, but your body felt numb. It was like all the emotion was being drained from you, leaving only a cold, heavy emptiness.

The officers had tried to ask you questions, but the words wouldn’t come.

Kirby’s phone buzzing beside you broke through the haze of your thoughts. You glanced at her as she answered, her voice low and steady, but you could see the tension in her posture, the way her shoulders were pulled tight.

“It’s Charlie,” she muttered under her breath, the words carrying a weight of relief you knew she wouldn’t understand.

You watched as she took a few steps away from you, her tone quick and clipped as she spoke into the phone. The noise of the world around you faded, but you couldn’t block out the low murmur of voices—the way people were speculating, murmuring their disbelief.

Before you could get lost in your thoughts again, a familiar voice broke through the fog.

“You survived, kid.”

The words were meant to comfort, but they didn’t. Not coming from Officer Dewey. His voice was kind, but there was something in it, something you couldn’t shake. Pity. It seeped into every syllable, every word, and it felt like an insult. He was a man who knew exactly what this kind of trauma cost—mentally, physically. You could see it in the way his eyes softened, but it didn’t change the fact that you weren’t just another survivor. You were a victim.

“I know it’s hard, but I’ll need to bring you down to the station to make a report.” His voice was gentle but firm, like a parent telling a child that no, the fun was over now. It wasn’t a choice.

You nodded, barely hearing him. Before you could respond, Gale’s voice cut through the air, sharp and biting, like the snap of a whip. Her gaze was hard, unforgiving as she walked toward you. “Run me through what happened.”

You didn’t even want to look at her. You didn’t want to speak to her. But your eyes met hers, and it was like the weight of everything pressed down on you at once. You could feel the tears threatening to spill, but you didn’t let them. Not yet.

“Gale,” Dewey said gently, stepping in between you and her. His hand was outstretched, a quiet plea for her to back off. “Give her some space.”

But Gale wasn’t having it. She muttered under her breath, glancing back at you one last time before stepping away, her sharp gaze still cutting through the air.

You exhaled a shaky breath, feeling the weight lift just a little. You were grateful for Dewey. He knew the toll this kind of thing took, even if you hadn’t said a word. You didn’t have to speak for him to understand. It made you feel guilty, though, that you had protected the killer on the night Olivia died - that you didn’t mention your call with Ghostface the night Paris was murdered.

The guilt was heavy on your conscience, but you refused to include the details in your statement for fear of getting in trouble. Technically, you were interfering with a murder investigation. Two.

xxx 🎶 Fall - Palisades 🎶 xxx

Your bed felt vast and unwelcoming, its deep expanse threatening to swallow you whole. The weight of the emptiness pressed against your chest, each breath feeling more labored than the last. It was as if the mattress itself could sense your anxiety, drawing you deeper into the dark pit of your thoughts. The muffled sound of Kirby and Kimmy’s mixed snores from across the room did little to soothe you—if anything, their rhythmic noise made the silence between your own breaths feel more deafening. Your stomach churned, unsettled by the unease that gnawed at you from every corner of your mind.

With your eyes locked on the ceiling, you tried to focus on your breathing, the rise and fall of your chest offering some semblance of control in the midst of the chaos. But it didn’t help. The thoughts wouldn’t stop. They swirled in your head, like a hurricane you couldn’t escape.

The buzzing of your phone jolted you from your spiraling thoughts, the sound vibrating against the mattress like an electric shock. You glanced down, heart hammering, and saw the name that made your pulse spike. Charlie.

Come to the door x

For a moment, everything else faded. The chaos inside your mind quieted, and a strange sense of relief settled in your chest, warm and unexpected.

Your heart beat hard in your chest as you crept toward the door, careful not to wake Kirby or Kimmy. The door creaked slightly, opening to reveal a concerned looking Charlie. He wasted no time, gently taking your wrist and pulling you out of the room. Before you could gather the words, his hands held your face and he pressed his lips to your desperately. You returned the affection, hands mindlessly running through his untamed hair.

You kissed deeply for what felt like ages, when he finally broke away for air, he rested his forehead against yours, eyes closed and hands still caressing your face tenderly. “I’m so sorry,” the words were strained, dripping in regret and your heart ached. “I’m so glad you’re okay.” The words had barely left his mouth before he pressed it to yours again, leaving you melting at the passion and warmth you felt radiating from him.

Charlie’s heart was racing with panic at the thought of losing you. He needed to protect you, be there with you. “Can I stay?” He pleaded and you immediately nodded, a delightful warmth spreading through your chest at the idea.

You slipped quietly back into your dorm room, Charlie following behind you. Luckily, Kirby was snoring away and didn’t even flinch when the door creaked close. You turned to Charlie, unzipping his hoodie and helping him take it off. You didn’t hesitate to begin unbuttoning his jeans. While he was surprised, there wasn’t lust behind the gesture - only a desire to help him get comfortable.

You longed for the comfort of his presence, to feel anchored amidst the chaos swirling in your mind. You knew, deep down, that Charlie’s presence wasn’t a guarantee of safety—nothing could be in times like these—but for the moment, it was enough to allow yourself to breathe, to let the tension in your body ease.

As you slipped under the sheets, Charlie followed, his warmth enveloping you as he settled beside you. The steady rhythm of his heartbeat thudded against your ear when you pressed your head to his chest. It was a familiar, soothing sound, one that, despite everything, made you feel grounded. You smiled softly at the comfort of his closeness, the simple act of being with him filling you with a quiet sense of peace.

“You okay, Char?” you whispered, your voice barely audible in the stillness, a touch of concern lacing your words. You could feel his body tense just slightly beneath you, but the vulnerability in his eyes softened your question.

“Yeah, I just,” he sighed before continuing. “When we first met, I-I figured you wouldn’t bother with me,” he continued, his eyes staring at your ceiling, noticing the peeling paint in the corner. “But hey, if you’re into people who can quote Friday the 13th at you non-stop, I’m your guy.” He chuckled quietly and you blushed.

“You are my guy,” you muttered, barely able to hear yourself over the pounding in your chest.

“You’re really mine?” Charlie’s voice was tentative, as though he couldn’t quite believe it. The hesitation in his tone made you smile softly, a small laugh escaping your lips despite the heaviness that still hung in the air between you two.

“I don’t wanna be anyone else’s…” you murmured, your words barely above a whisper, but they carried a weight that pulled at his heart. It was the kind of truth he hadn’t dared hope for, the kind of truth that anchored him. You were his. And deep down, he knew—without a shadow of doubt—that he was entirely, irrevocably yours.

Your fingers traced delicate patterns across his chest, the subtle touch a tender, almost absent-minded gesture. What you didn’t see was how Charlie’s skin shivered under your fingertips, the sensation leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. His heart tightened, his breath hitching slightly as he fought to keep his composure. He brushed the thought aside, focusing instead on your closeness, on the warmth of you against him.

His hand moved to your hair, his fingers gently sweeping strands away from your face. He closed his eyes, losing himself in the soft touch, the rhythm of your breath in sync with his own. Earlier, rage had consumed him—at Jill, at the situation, at the threat to you—but now, with you in his arms, there was a quiet calm. He knew what he had to do.

If Jill wanted to hurt you, she would have to die. That thought lingered in his mind like an unspoken vow. His demeanor remained composed, but his mind was already running through the details of the plan he’d crafted long before. The plan that had been set in motion the moment he realized he was falling for you. Jill’s impulsive attack on you had only provided the excuse he needed to execute it. He was ready. He had to be.

As you drifted off to sleep, the quiet rhythm of your breathing soothing in the stillness of the room, Charlie remained wide-eyed, his thoughts dark but resolute. You were safe—for now. And he would make sure it stayed that way, no matter the cost.

xxx 🎶 Kiss Me More - Doja Cat ft. SZA 🎶 xxx

“Had a sneaky rendezvous, did we?” Both you and Charlie woke to Kirby’s smug taunting and he groaned at the light shining in from the window. As she and Kimmy laughed, he rolled away from them and pulled you closer into him, burying his face in your soft hair that still smelled of the strawberry shampoo he’d grown to love.

You blushed but Kirby didn’t press further, so you kept your eyes closed. Charlie’s breathing was steady, and your breathing fell into the same rhythm, like you were perfectly in sync.

Kirby pulled out her phone and, without hesitation, added you both to a group chat for a movie night. You groaned in annoyance when you heard yours and Charlie’s phones vibrating, but he reached over and handed yours to you. You glanced down, seeing the invite.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked quietly, glancing over Charlie’s shoulder at her as she absentmindedly played with Kimmy’s hair, eyes glued to the TV. You barely noticed what was on the screen - no doubt a horror.

Kirby smirked without looking up, the same easygoing confidence in her voice that made you envy her. “Strength in numbers, right?” Her eyes flicked to yours with a hint of mischief, the kind that made you want to laugh but couldn’t bring yourself to. “And anyway, you’re not exactly giving me much of a choice,” she added with a wink, as if trying to lighten the mood.

You forced a smile, your fingers instinctively reaching for Charlie’s hair, earning a sleepy smile that tugged at your heart strings. You wished you could wake up like this every day.

“Well, I’ll meet you later. I’m helping Rhys with a project,” you said with a small sigh. Leaning in, you pressed a soft kiss to the tip of Charlie’s nose, making him scrunch it up in surprise.

At the mention of Rhys, Kirby’s brow furrowed. “Alone?” Her voice held a note of skepticism, and you could practically hear the unspoken What if he’s the killer? lingering between the words. You had already thought of that, but you’d been sure to organise it at the library and was going to ask Charlie to walk you there.

“I think even if he was, she could take him. Have you seen the guy?” Charlie’s voice dripped with sleep but he chuckled, and you smiled.

“My concerns are no longer valid,” she joked, accepting your plans with a shrug, though there was a lingering wariness in her mind.

Charlie smirked before pressing his lips to yours. You couldn’t help yourself as you deepened the affection, tracing your tongue along his bottom lip, earning a playful groan from him.

Kirby pulled a face but Kimmy giggled. “Can you two get a room, please?” Kirby rolled her eyes.

“Last I checked, you were in my room.” You mumbled, continuing to smile through your long kiss with Charlie. Charlie’s cheeks were flushed, but, who was he to deny you? he thought.

“Whatever. Since Charlie’s here, I guess I’m relieved from my post.” You heard her and Kimmy collecting their bags and you grinned, excited to finally be alone with Charlie.

“See you later,” you grazed your nose against Charlie’s, paying no mind to them as your cousin and her girlfriend left.

The door had barely clicked shut before Charlie’s voice broke the silence. “Skip Kirby’s tonight,” he said, trying to sound casual, though his heart pounded in his chest with anxiety.

“Why’s that?” you asked, your eyes still closed, completely content in the comfort of his arms.

“I’ll meet you back here when you’re done with Rhys,” he murmured, his tone low and suggestive. You could sense the hint of something deeper beneath his words, and a smirk tugged at your lips.

“Alone time with my cute boyfriend?” you teased, a playful glint in your eyes. “Consider me sold.”

You smirked, tossing a leg over his waist and you rolled on top of him.

Charlie’s breath hitched before you kissed him deeply again, earning a more relaxed, pleasurable groan as you grind your hips on his morning wood.

“Y’know, that’s usually the part in the movie where the girl discovers her boyfriend is really the killer.” Charlie’s words held a teasing tone as his hands gripped your waist, guiding you as you let out a small whimper at the friction of your clothes core against his length.

“Lucky for you, I’m a sick freak who might just be into that,” you teased lightly, blushing as the hint of truth came through your words.

“I know you are, Princess.” His lips mumbled against yours before his teeth gently took your bottom lip, eliciting a silky moan from your mouth.

Just then, Charlie’s phone began to buzz incessantly. He groaned in frustration, glancing down at the screen, then sighed when he saw the caller ID. Without saying a word, he swiped to reject the call, running a hand through his messy hair, his expression a mix of irritation and resignation.

“I’m sorry, I’ve gotta head out,” he muttered, his voice a little strained as he avoided your gaze. When he finally met your eyes, his chest tightened at the soft pleading look in yours.

“I’ll be back later to walk you to the library,” he promised, the words slipping from him before you had to ask. You couldn’t help but smile, touched by how he always seemed to know what you needed without you having to say a word.

As you both stood up, Charlie started gathering his things, and you watched him in silence, your heart already aching with the thought of him leaving. It was a strange, heavy feeling, as if you’d miss him before he’d even gone.

“Don’t die,” you teased, flashing him a small smile as you walked him to the door.

“Lock the door and be safe,” he said, his voice low, almost a command, as he turned back to plant a soft kiss on your lips. Neither of you seemed to want to let go, the kiss lingering for a moment longer than necessary, both of you stalling the inevitable goodbye.

“Bye,” you whispered as you pulled away, your voice barely audible. He smiled, a small, reassuring curve of his lips.

“See you later, beautiful,” he said softly, before turning to leave.

[startseeingstars]

Killer Instinct - Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

CH15 🎶 Crave - Paramore 🎶

The ride back to your dorm is filled with a quiet comfort, the kind that feels familiar but never forced. Charlie drove, his fingers tapping lightly on the steering wheel in time with the music, a mix of your favorite songs and his—those moments where neither of you have to speak, but the soundtrack of your night is somehow just… right. His occasional glances toward you from the corner of his eye showed a quiet, contented smile, like he was just happy to be there with you. It wasn’t much, but it was everything.

Charlie’s phone buzzed continuously in his pocket, but he ignored it. Nothing could ruin tonight - not even Jill’s constant calls and texts. He was just grateful you hadn’t noticed the muffled vibrations over the music blaring from his car speakers. Eventually, his hand dipped into his pocket briefly, just long enough to power off the device and finally allow his focus to remain on only you.

You both knew the night was coming to a close soon, and it was a bittersweet feeling as Charlie pulled into the parking lot. The radio hummed softly, and you couldn’t help but notice the way he seemed to hesitate before he shut off the car.

Before you can say anything, he unbuckled his seatbelt and leaned toward you, his hand gently cupping your face like it’s the most natural thing in the world. His lips pressed to yours softly—lingering, like he’s in no rush to pull away. When he finally did, he flashed that small, shy smile of his.

“You’re a great kisser,” you murmured, your heart giving a little flutter at how genuine it feels. “D’you know that?”

Charlie smirked, a little proud, but still bashful in his own way. “I guess I do now,” he said with a playful tilt of his head, like he was both surprised and pleased.

“I’ll walk you home,” he added after a beat, his voice more serious, but the smile still there, even if it’s softened. It’s clear he was not about to let you go without making sure you’re safe, and the warmth in his eyes is something you couldn’t ignore. It’s simple, but it’s Charlie—always kind, always thoughtful in his own endearing way.

You both stepped out of the car, the night air cool but not uncomfortable. Normally, walking around campus at night would make you uneasy, the shadows lurking just a little too close. But with Charlie next to you, it felt like the world could fade away and it wouldn’t matter. He had a way of making the darkness feel softer, the quiet less lonely.

“Sorry it’s so late,” Charlie said, glancing at his phone. “I didn’t mean to mess up your routine.” There was that awkward edge to his voice, like he was afraid of keeping you from something important. He was the kind of guy who remembers your little habits—how every Friday you would unwind with a face mask and catch up on the latest YouTube videos. He’d never admit it that he knows from watching you, though.

You smiled at him fondly. “Look at you, being all considerate,” you teased, nudging his arm.

He turned a little red, his usual awkwardness creeping in. “Uh, yeah, well… I know how you get with your face masks.” He joked and you cocked an eyebrow at him. Kirby probably mentioned something, you thought to yourself.

You laughed softly, taking a step closer and pulling him by the collar of his hoodie. Charlie raised an eyebrow, the familiar cocky grin appearing spreading across his face.

Without warning, you stepped up and kissed him, long and deep, pulling him closer. He stumbled back a bit, but then he was right there with you, his arms instinctively going around your waist. Your mouths moved in perfect sync and his sweet breath was better than oxygen. As you pulled away, he smirked lightly - studying your face. “What was that for?” His voice was playful, but you could tell he was already a little nervous, like he wasn’t sure where you were going with the kiss.

“You know,” you teased with a smirk, “my parents aren’t home. I could sneak you in.” You teased quietly, in a last ditch effort to get him to stick around.

Charlie blinked, his face lighting up like you just gave him the best idea ever. But then he quickly recovered, a mischievous glint flickering in his eyes. “Tempting, Princess,” he murmurs, and there’s a brief moment where you realized the nickname came so naturally to him, it’s almost like he’s been thinking about it for a while. He licked his lips, looking you over with a playful smirk. “But I don’t think Kirby would appreciate the noise you’d no doubt make.”

You blinked, surprised, but also a little impressed by his newfound confidence. “Princess?” you repeated, your voice teasing as you raised an eyebrow. “That’s what you’re going with?”

Charlie’s face went crimson, and he immediately glanced down, running a hand through his hair. “Too cheesy?” His voice was quieter, like he was second-guessing himself.

You laughed, warmth spreading through you. “Entirely,” you said with a playful grin, but you couldn’t help the flutter in your chest. “But I like it.”

You pecked his lips once more, a soft, sweet kiss. When you pulled away, you saw him standing there, a goofy, uncontainable smile on his face as he watched you go. It was a smile that lingered long after you’d left, one that he knew he wouldn’t be able to wipe away for a while.

As you walked into the dorm, you still felt the warmth of his gaze, and a little part of you hoped he was thinking about you as much as you were thinking about him.

xxx 🎶 System - Chester Bennington 🎶 xxx

The familiar hum of the dorm room building felt a little off tonight, the silence pressing against you as you tried to shake off the lingering discomfort. You were running a bit behind in your usual routine, your mind preoccupied with thoughts of your date with Charlie earlier. Kirby had rushed you out of your room as quickly as possible—something about Kimmy being over and the awkwardness that followed. The image of a squeaky air mattress haunted you as you made your way down the hall. The sounds coming from your room were enough to make you want to disappear into the walls.

The bathroom was empty when you arrived. You slipped inside, the soft click of the door behind you almost reassuring. You didn’t mind the solitude here—it was a sanctuary, the one place where you could get away from the chaos of everything. Slipping into the stall you’d claimed as your own, you let the water run as hot as you could stand it, feeling it melt away the tension in your muscles. The warm jets of water hit your skin, soothing you as you closed your eyes for a moment. It was the calm before the storm, the peace you’d come to expect after the chaos of the day.

As you washed up, you noticed the faint marks Charlie had left on your chest—a trail of little hickeys from earlier. You smiled at the memory, feeling that familiar flutter in your chest. That was one thing about Charlie—he always made you feel wanted, even when everything else in your life felt like it was unraveling. It was a pleasant reminder of the intimacy you shared. You laughed softly to yourself, drying off and slipping into your worn-out pajama pants and a tank top, the softness of the fabric against your skin bringing a little more comfort.

The bathroom was as still as it always was. The quiet wasn’t unusual—until the hairs on the back of your neck stood up. It was an odd sensation, like someone was watching you, but you couldn’t place it. You froze for a moment, listening carefully, but the silence was suffocating, too thick to hold anything.

Before you could even take another breath, a rush of black swept over you, and the world tilted on its axis. You hit the floor with a force that knocked the air from your lungs. Panic shot through your chest, but you couldn’t get a sound out—your breath was stuck somewhere deep inside you.

There was no mistaking the Ghostface mask that hovered above you, gleaming in the harsh fluorescent lights. The knife in his hand caught the light, sharp and eager, as he pressed his weight down on you, his strength overwhelming. You pushed back with everything you had, using every ounce of energy to fight him off. The blade came closer, closer, but you managed to catch it with your hands, your hands against the leather of the killer’s gloves.

You didn’t even know how it happened, but in one moment, the weight on top of you was gone, and the next, you were rolling to the side, finding yourself on top of the killer. The knife clattered against the tiled floor with a hollow sound, but it didn’t matter. Before you could grab it, it was gone—his hand swiped it away with terrifying speed.

You were on your feet before you knew it, your legs trembling from the fight. Your mind raced, but the words caught in your throat. You tried to speak, but all you could do was stand there, breathing heavily, staring up at the masked figure in front of you.

Your pulse hammered in your ears, drowning out the sound of anything else. The weight of betrayal settled in your chest like a stone. You couldn’t figure out why, but something about this felt wrong, too wrong, too close. The mask above you wasn’t the same you’d encountered before and you couldn’t explain how you knew, but you did.

The horror of the situation set in, your heart pounding in your chest as your stomach twisted with disbelief

Ghostface’s head tilted to the side, like he was trying to figure out the best way to play this, the knife raised just slightly, gleaming in the fluorescent light. You could see it now—his stance, the way he held the knife—he wasn’t afraid. He wasn’t even trying to hide his movements. He was mocking you.

Your legs trembled as you took a step back, trying to put distance between you. It didn’t matter. You knew that if you tried to hide, it would be your end. The stalls were your only option, but they were too small, too easy to trap yourself in.

In an instant, he lunged forward. His movements were fast, too fast. He swiped the knife toward you, but you managed to dodge it just in time, your body moving on pure instinct. You ran. You didn’t think about it; you just ran.

A hoarse scream tore from your throat as you sprinted down the hall. Your slippers slapped against the floor, but you could hear him behind you. His footsteps were there, relentless. Your heart was in your throat, and you couldn’t tell where the end was, couldn’t tell where you were supposed to go.

“Please!” you cried, but the sound felt so weak, so insignificant. The door to a nearby room cracked open. Kirby’s face appeared, her expression wide with panic.

“What?! Are you okay?” she called, you stumbled into her, pushing her inside. You slammed the door behind you with all your remaining strength.

Kimmy was there too, her eyes wide and frantic as she took one look at you. “She’s bleeding—call someone!” she urged, her usual calmness replaced by urgency. Kirby locked the door quickly, and you collapsed against the wall, your back pressed to the shelves, but you knew it wasn’t enough. You knew it wasn’t safe.

You could barely see anything through the haze of tears and fear. Your breath was shallow, your vision blurred. The panic was suffocating, choking the air from your lungs. It was all too much—the adrenaline, the terror. Your body shook, each breath harder than the last, as your mind reeled from the strange feeling of betrayal.

You cursed yourself for playing into Ghostface’s little games.

[startseeingstars]

Killer Instinct - Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

CH14 🎶 Dirty Little Secret - The All-American Rejects 🎶

T/W - smut

The bag of clean laundry draped over your shoulder was heavier than you expected, but you were determined to carry it all back to the dorm in one trip—despite Kirby’s earlier help in getting it there. As you made your way down the quiet corridor, a familiar voice broke the silence, followed by softer murmurs, as if someone were trying to hush the conversation.

When you rounded the corner, you caught sight of Jill and Charlie standing close together. At first, your heart sank, but then you noticed Jill’s tense posture and the sharpness in her voice. She was scolding him, not comforting him, and an unexpected wave of protectiveness surged through you, mingling with curiosity.

Charlie’s eyes flicked to you, and he straightened up quickly, offering a small wave and a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Jill turned around just as fast, her expression morphing from irritation to a tight, forced smile.

You gave a hesitant, awkward smile in return, watching them exchange a few whispered words before Jill hurried off, leaving only Charlie standing there.

He jogged over to you, his pace quick but casual. “Hey—need a hand with that?” His voice was steady, but you noticed the faint tension in his shoulders as he took the heavy bag from you.

“What was that about?” you asked, not quite managing to mask your curiosity behind a light laugh. You didn’t mean to brush off his offer, but the question had already started to burn inside you.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” he said with a shrug, his eyes darting away as if to dismiss it. “I tutored her for a quiz, but she still bombed it.” He swallowed hard, clearly uncomfortable with the half-truth. He hated lying to you, but he didn’t want to worry you, not when there was so much else going on.

He shifted the conversation quickly, as if to put the awkward moment behind him. “So, just heading back tonight?” His question took you by surprise, but you nodded, trying to mask the sudden shift in mood.

“I was actually hoping you’d come location scouting with me in the woods,” he added, his voice light, almost playful.

“Really tempting fate with a serial killer on the loose, huh?” The words slipped out before you could stop them, teasing him in a way you hadn’t planned.

To your surprise, he leaned in slightly, his expression turning serious, but still warm. “Safer together, right?” he said, with a soft wink. “I’ll keep you by my side the whole time.”

You couldn’t help but laugh, a little breathless. It was impossible not to smile when he looked at you like that, and for a moment, the weight of everything else seemed to fade away.

xxx 🎶 Love Is A … - PVRIS 🎶 xxx

The lookout was breathtaking. The town below twinkled with lights, and above, the stars glittered like diamonds scattered across velvet. You stood there, your eyes wide in awe, taking it all in. The beauty of it seemed to leave you breathless.

Charlie stood beside you, his gaze lingering on the view—but it wasn’t just the town he was watching. It was you, captivated by the scene before you, filled with a childlike wonder that made this moment feel different from all the others. He’d stood in this spot countless times before, but tonight, with you beside him, it felt like the first time. Like it was the only time that mattered.

A quiet swirl of thoughts stirred in his mind. He knew you would discover his secret soon—discover the truth about who he really was. And yet, somehow, he felt certain you understood. That you would approve. It was a strange, unspoken connection, but it was there, clear as day. Now that the weight of doubt had lifted from his chest, he felt more in tune with you than ever before. More certain of who he was, of what he’d become, and of what the two of you were—together.

“I could live up here,” you whispered, a small smile playing at your lips as your thoughts drifted to the future.

“You’d stay here in Woodsboro?” Charlie asked, his voice neutral—curious, but without judgment.

You shrugged, brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “It doesn’t really matter. Home isn’t a place.” You paused, your gaze softening as you met his eyes. “I always hoped it would be a person.” A light blush warmed your cheeks, and Charlie, though the light was dim, noticed the pink tint spreading across your face. His chest tightened with a warmth that mirrored yours.

Leaning against the hood of his car, you felt him slip his arm around your waist, pulling you closer. Content, you rested your head on his shoulder, and the two of you sat in silence, admiring the view before you.

After a few moments, Charlie’s voice broke the quiet. “I wanna show you something.”

A short drive later, you found yourselves walking through the dark forest, hand in hand, flashlights illuminating the path. The darkness didn’t feel ominous with Charlie beside you—not when you suspected what he was capable of, and more importantly, the protection he offered.

Soon, you reached the clearing, the same one where you’d celebrated his birthday. The fairy lights you’d left behind now twinkled softly in the trees, casting a warm, inviting glow. A few lanterns surrounded a picnic blanket, covered in cozy throw rugs. Charlie dropped his backpack and pulled out a laptop and some earphones, setting them on the blanket.

“I figured we could have another movie night,” he said, his eyes glinting with mischief in the flickering light. Your heart melted at the thoughtfulness in his gaze. Without a word, you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him in for a soft, lingering kiss.

You nestled into the blankets, inhaling the comforting scent of him as Charlie set up the laptop. Terrifier, your favorite movie.

But you didn’t really pay attention to the film. Stars peeked out from the tall tree branches above where you laid, and you could only focus on the warmth filling your chest. You felt it in the way Charlie kept glancing at you with a soft smile, and in the way he looked at you as if you were the only thing that mattered.

As the movie played on, the pull between you grew stronger, impossible to ignore. Your hand found his face, and he leaned into your touch, his lips meeting yours eagerly. You kissed him slowly, savoring every second, trying not to rush. You wanted to get lost in him—in his scent, his warmth, his touch, the way he made everything feel like it could last forever.

He grazed your hip, gripping with a gentle squeeze that you took as a signal for more. Gladly, you pulled him atop of you, deepening the kiss as your tongues darted between each other's lips. He tasted faintly of the mint gum he had offered you earlier.

Charlie could barely take it anymore. He needed to feel your skin, and hear you moaning for him. His day was filled with nothing but a desire to have you give yourself to him, and he wanted to give you all of himself, too. He wanted to claim you - mark you as his, and only his - in the most intimate way possible.

Your small gasps for air as his lips trailed down your soft neck were more than enough for Charlie to begin playing with the waistband of your pants. You adjusted, positioning yourself so that his hand could freely explore your core. His fingers had barely grazed your clit when you moaned at the slightest friction.

Charlie inhaled deeply, relishing in the sound as he pressed two fingers at your entrance, sliding in easily as your slick coated his fingers. “So wet for me already?” You could hear the smugness in his voice and you nodded, breathing heavier as his fingers flexed inside of you, curling and grazing against your insides as you moaned.

You reached down, desperate to feel his thick cock in your hand again. His breathing hitched slightly as you began palming him through his jeans. “Found somethin’ you like, Princess?” His low, raspy voice and hot breath against your ear sent a chill down your spine. Combined with his fingers pumping rhythmically inside you, your eyes were rolling back in pleasure.

“M-more,” you begged, eagerly attempting to unbutton his jeans. Charlie felt a ravenous hunger as he watched you wither under his touch and chuckled.

His teeth nipped at your ear lobe, earning a brief giggle that sounded like music to him. He pulled back with a loving smile, and gently removed his fingers from your core before he pulled off his jeans. Eagerly, he tossed his shirt aside, welcoming the cool chill that hit his bare skin.

You blushed, unable to help your eyes wandering over his toned, pale body as his wavy hair fell forward. All you could focus on was how gorgeous he was, and how deeply you wanted to brush every inch of his skin with your lips.

He smiled devilishly under your gaze, despite the swirl of nervous energy inside him. Somehow, he was sure of himself around you in these moments. Almost like it was second nature, and this was the most natural thing in the world - being with you. He waited a moment and you began stripping off your own clothes. He helped, yanking down your shorts gently as you lost your shirt, revealing a lacy pink bra and matching panties that you’d specially worn just for him.

He took a moment, taking in the sight of your milky skin against the delicate fabric. For a split second, he felt a dark desire inside him as he pictured his knife slicing through the fabric and imagined what it would be like to ghost the blade over your perfect skin.

Your hand on his stomach snapped him out of his dark daydream and his gaze flickered down to yours. For a brief moment, you saw the darker kind of desire flash in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced as he grinned at you. “You’re fucking gorgeous.” He took in another deep breath, almost in disbelief as you giggled, blushing softly.

“You’re gorgeous, too.” you smirked, biting your lip, and Charlie’s stomach flipped. He’d never been called gorgeous before, let alone by someone who could have passed for a Goddess in his eyes.

“This all for me?” He leaned down, nipping lightly on your sensitive nipple that he found easily through the sheer fabric. You yelped slightly but tangled your hands in his hair, encouraging him as the air between you filled with needy gasps and moans.

Charlie’s cock throbbed with anticipation, and he reached down to stroke himself as his tongue swirled over your perky nipples.

“Please,” you begged quietly, desperate for more. Your plea was heard, and Charlie adjusted slightly, gently guiding your legs apart.

You felt excitement stir inside your stomach, but also nervousness. You swallowed, and Charlie noticed your slight shift in energy. He leaned down and planted a gentle, reassuring kiss on your forehead.

“Just say the word and I’ll stop,” he whispered, meeting your gaze with his soft blue eyes. You smiled.

Charlie’s heart hammered in his chest and his blood seemed to ignite as he pressed the head of himself against your slick core. The warmth alone could have sent him over the edge - and probably would have if he hadn’t prepared himself earlier.

His eyes flicked back to yours, as if to make sure you were still comfortable, and you blushed a soft shade of pink as you gave him a small smile.

With that, Charlie pressed further in with a shaky exhaled escaping his lips as he felt the felt your pussy swallow the head of his cock. You gasped slightly - the feeling of him stretching you wider was accompanied with a slight sting, but you didn’t mind.

Your hands rested on his shoulders, fingers digging into his skin slightly as he gently began to ease himself out, then back in again - each time getting a little deeper.

The noises you made were making Charlie anxious, until they finally relaxed into moans that told him you were enjoying yourself.

The tension in his body eased and he began to get a little faster with his thrusts, unable to help himself. He needed the friction, and you were silently cursing yourself for waiting this long to finally give in to your desires.

Your hands ran up his neck, leaving goosebumps in their wake on his skin. Charlie reached up to your face, gently caressing your cheek as he desperately brought your lips back to his. This moment was everything he had hoped for and more. It felt like an array of fireworks exploding in his chest as your tongues grazed each other gently.

His thumb brushed over your cheek gently, before his hand slid cautiously down to your neck. Electricity sparked through your blood as the heat rose back to your cheeks, and for a moment, you wondered if he would tighten his grip.

The temptation was there, but Charlie was so caught up in your beauty that he wanted nothing more than to kiss every inch of your skin. Gingerly, he pressed his pillowy lips to your neck. His tongue ghosted over your skin in between the open mouth kisses he trailed down to your collarbone. You moaned his name, instinctively bringing your legs to your chest to allow him even deeper.

The sound of his name on your tongue nearly made his head start spinning. His hips moved slower now, being sure to savour every stroke as your tight core massaged his cock.

His thumb brushed over your nipple and you gasped lightly as the action sent a shiver through you. Charlie couldn’t stop staring at you - your beautiful face as he pleasured you, the way your eyes fluttered close when he hit that sweet spot inside of you, your lips curving as silky moans escaped your mouth - everything about you was perfect.

“I-I’m close,” you whimpered, breathing heavier as his pace quickened. The tip of his cock was hitting just the right spot, enough to have the band within your stomach ready to snap at any moment.

“C’mon, baby, cum for me.” His husky voice commanded gently, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him in deeper as his cock pumped faster inside of you.

“F-fuck, Char-“ His name got caught in your throat - an animalistic moan ripping through your lungs and chest replacing it. Your pussy clenched helplessly around his cock and he groaned, feeling his own release explode through his body like he’d been struck by lightning.

His head hung low beside your face, slightly damp hair from sweat and the heat of your bodies brushing against your cheek gently as you both tried to catch your breath.

You clung to each other, bodies trembling as you laid there intertwined as one. You’d never experienced this kind of pull in your chest - like a magnet, you couldn’t bear to move. You had to stay like that forever, like your life depended on it.

Charlie felt it, too. His face was buried in your strawberry scented hair, a comfort like he’d never known before.

Slowly, he rolled off of you, but remained close, pulling you into him as he repositioned himself beside you. Your eyes met, and you noticed his cheeks were as flushed as yours - maybe even more so. For what feels like a long while, you’re both silent, just taking in the quiet sounds of nature surrounding you.

Eventually, you take a deep, shaky breath. “W-was that okay?” You asked cautiously, almost afraid of the answer. Charlie chuckled slightly.

“I know neither of us have experience to compare, but I’d say that would definitely make the final cut in a slasher.” He murmured, a cheeky half grin plastered on his face.

“Only for one of us to get brutally butchered in the next scene.” You giggled darkly, and Charlie chuckled. Silence enveloped you again for a moment, more comfortable this time, until you realised something he’d said.

“Wait. A-are you a virgin too?” You glanced up at him, confusion written on your face. He licked his lips, avoiding your gaze slightly.

“Well, not after that.” He muttered, a slight chuckle teasing his tone.

Your eyes widened slightly. “Charlie, why didn’t you tell me?” You asked, feeling a rush of tingling warmth spread through your chest.

“Because I wanted your first time to be special. I didn’t want you, I don’t know, worrying?” He shrugged a little, and your eyes softened.

“I hope it was special for you, too.” You murmured, nestling into his chest slightly as he pulled the fuzzy blankets around you both.

“It was perfect.” He whispered, kissing your temple softly. “You’re perfect.”

[startseeingstars]

Killer Instinct - Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

CH13 🎶 Sacrificial - REZZ ft. PVRIS 🎶

T/W - smut, smut & more smut 🧡

As the third movie began, his heart began to race. It was difficult being so close to you without the physical touch he was craving. He needed you on his lips again - and you were feeling wound up yourself, wondering if you’d have to make the first move to get him closer.

The tension between you seemed to peak, intensifying with every passing minute that passed. As you adjusted your position, he took the opportunity to guide your face to his by grazing his fingertips along your jawline.

As his lips met yours again, you felt your body melting into him breathlessly. Every movement of your lips was to drink more of him in, and your tongue dared to lick his bottom lip gently. Eagerly, he mirrored the action, letting your tongues swirl and dance together as your hand reached up to his neck, pulling him deeper into the kiss.

You couldn't resist the pull towards him. His touch was intoxicating, and you craved more of it. As your lips moved in perfect sync with his, you felt a connection that went beyond anything you'd experienced before. When he trailed his hand down your body to explore further, you leaned into him eagerly, arching your back as his thumb grazed across sensitive skin at the base of your neck.

Charlie's heart raced with anticipation; he had fantasized about this moment for what felt like an eternity. The fact that you were matching his movements and energy only excited him further made it all the more intense.

Aware of his hand wandering toward your breast, your breath hitched and his heart skipped a beat - waiting for you to pull away. Instead, your hand glided over top of his and pressed his grip further into your chest, letting a small moan escape into the kiss. He kept his touch firm, but he was so gentle with you as he kneaded softly at you.

Cursing the fabric between his palm and your skin - a wave of confidence and an urge to fix the issue had you removing your shirt swiftly. Charlie’s gaze fell from your face to your chest, but you could see him drinking in the mere sight of you undressing before him as he swallowed a small lump in his throat.

Wordlessly, you tugged at his shirt and he quickly registered your message, wasting no time in removing it.

You straddled him, painfully aware of the wetness pooling between your thighs as your tingling core grazed his erection. Your lips moved together as you grinned your hips gently against his hard on, making him groan. “Been thinking about this for so long,” he huffed out breathlessly and his hands wandered down to your ass, groping you hard enough that you had to bite back a yelp of surprise.

Leaning down, you tilted his face to the side, planting long, soft kisses against his milky skin. Your lips started at his cheek, then moved to his neck, his chest and his navel.

Finally your beautiful doe eyes fluttered at him through your lashes. Charlie thought he might pass out at any moment, barely able to think straight as you palmed his needy erection through the teasingly thin fabric of his underwear.

Your curious hands began groping as you became more adventurous. You smiled, feeling the wet patch on his boxers. The feeling of your hand smothering the tip of his cock with the precum that had oozed out had him chewing the inside of his lip.

Licking your lips, you looked up at him - eyes full of desire and innocence he wanted nothing more than to sabotage. “Can I taste?” You whispered, earning a rapid and eager nod from him as he stared at you - pulse quickening in anticipation as you pulled his cock free.

You were unable to help yourself as your mouth practically watered at the sight of him. He was thicker than you’d expected and uncircumcised with a slight curve - beautiful, you thought as your eyes wandered to his.

Charlie’s head began to spin as he watched you place the tip in your mouth, teasing him slowly with your wet tongue as he moaned. The sound made you hungrier, eager to please him. You slid your mouth further along him and began to bob your head, steadily taking in more of his length with each downward movement.

Charlie clenched your sheets either side of him, but you wanted his hands on you. Impatiently, you grabbed his hand with yours and guided it to your head, encouraging him to enjoy himself. You knew he could be rougher and you wanted to bring out the dark, raw side of him you suspected was just beneath his gentle exterior - waiting to break free.

You other hand gripped the base of his shaft as you suckled and gurgled on his length, feeling his fingers entwining in your hair as his hand cradled the back of your head.

Charlie loved that you wanted to please and appeared to be somewhat submissive. He knew his turn to do the same would have you feeling as good as you were making him feel, but for now, he was enjoying the fraction of control he felt over you.

His eyes met yours as you were hungrily slurping his cock, lewd sounds filling the room as the light from the TV flickered. The overwhelming sight of you so eagerly devouring him had the familiar feeling of ecstasy rapidly building deep in his stomach.

He breathed out slowly, trying to pace himself. He didn’t want you to stop - but the feeling of your beautifully warm, wet mouth on his achy cock was unbearably good.

“I-I’m c-close,” Charlie’s soft plea sent tingles through your sopping wet core as your pussy clenched around nothing.

You released a long moan into his cock, letting the vibrations send him into a blissful daze as his thighs clenched. His grip on your hair tightened and you felt him shove your head down slightly as he trembled - a choked up, heavy groan bellowing from deep within him. Ropes of hot, salty cum painted your throat and you whimpered around his cock, unable to pull away. You needed every last drop of his release, and Charlie watched as you milked the last of it from his sensitive, spent cock - swallowing it all.

He stared at you in blissful awe as you wiped your mouth on your arm, giggling slightly under his gaze. The sound made his heart swell.

You blushed a crimson red as he reached out, cupping your cheek. “So sexy,” he murmured, eyes wild with disbelief as he breathed heavily. He guided your lips back to his and you moved gently to lay beside him again.

Instinctively, he took the cosy blanket and draped it over the both of you, making sure to cover your shoulders so you wouldn’t catch a chill. Smiling, you watched as Charlie brushed strands of hair from your face.

A slither of uncertainty suddenly jolted in your mind, making you frown for a moment. Charlie’s attentive eyes noticed and his stomach twisted with guilt. “I-I’m sorry, I should have-“ he shook his head slightly and you realised he thought you were upset that he hadn’t returned the favour. You giggled slightly, taking his cheek gently.

“No, no—it’s not that…” You trailed off, taking a steadying breath as Charlie’s eyes searched yours, waiting for an explanation. The seriousness and concern in his gaze made a shiver run through you.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, his voice soft but insistent.

“I’m just not used to… this,” you shrugged a little and he chuckled.

“Me neither, but it’s nice… with you.” He admitted sheepishly and you giggled, settling back into a comfortable cuddle as the movie continued.

It wasn’t long before your eyelids grew heavy, and as sleep began to take hold, Charlie allowed himself to relax fully, his body unwinding as he drifted into a deep, peaceful sleep with you safely nestled in his arms.

xxx 🎶 Bed Chem - Sabrina Carpenter 🎶 xxx

Soft hands caressed your thighs, gently prying your legs apart as you stirred lightly in your sleep. Charlie’s heart was pounding in his chest as he placed a tender kiss on the inside of your thigh, trying to wake you gently.

His tongue dared to graze the soft flesh of your thighs before his nose gently nuzzled your warm core before he placed a soft over your panties. Your breathing hitched and he glanced up to meet your eyes.

You looked down at him with a soft, sleepy gaze of affection as you registered his position against your body.

Charlie’s pulse quickened as he anxiously pressed another kiss over your panties, earning a small moan of approval. His fingers hooked under the fabric of the waistband and you lifted your hips gently. He removed the useless fabric and stared at your beautiful form. You’d fallen asleep shirtless, and now your fully exposed body lay beneath him.

His mouth watered at the sight of your glistening pussy, eyes hungrily and intently on you as he lowered himself back down to your core. Your breathing hitched as the warmth of his breath spread over you, making you shiver.

Just as he did before, he pressed a long, soft kiss onto your sensitive bud. This time, he allowed his tongue to explore - lapping at you gently with almost kitten-like licks until you grew impatient.

“Please,” you breathed out, desperately. “M-more,” your words seemed to awaken something primal inside him. If you wanted more, he’d give you more than you could ever want.

His licks became firmer and longer. Slowly and passionately, he tasted every drop you offered him - exploring every inch of you. His tongue darted inside your pussy and you whimpered at the soft penetration, immediately craving more.

The precious moans and whimpers escaping your lips hit Charlie’s ear in a way nothing ever had. “Th-this good?” He murmured against you - sure you were enjoying yourself, but still needing reassurance. You nodded blissfully.

“So good,” you moaned as he kept lapping at you eagerly. He loved hearing you speak - voice trembling with pleasure as he made you feel good.

“Finger me,” you pleaded softly, desperately needing to feel him inside of you.

Without hesitation, he brought his fingers to your soaking core and wet them with your slick before he pressed one fingertip lightly against your hole. You moaned as he slid it inside and he found himself smiling, curling his fingers like he’d seen done in pornos. Your warm walls clenched around him tightly as he pumped his fingers into you and swirling his tongue gently around your clit.

“Mmh, d-don’t stop, Char,” you felt a knot of ecstasy building in your stomach as you rocked your hips onto his fingers. “M-more,” you begged, chasing a sweet release that you’d dreamt he could give you for weeks.

Charlie’s eyes widened in determination at your encouragement. An almost animalistic urge swept over him and he spat on your soaked core, making you whimper. “More? Feels good, huh, princess?” His sweet, almost taunting voice sent a wave of soothing bliss over you as the knot continued to twist inside you. All you could do was nod in acknowledgement.

“Pretty little thing,” he murmured against your dripping pussy as he fingered you intently, enjoying the silky moans that escaped your mouth. “Gonna make you cum,” he promised confidently - but really, he was desperate. He wanted to make you feel as amazing as you’d made him feel the night before, and he wouldn’t stop until he’d accomplished just that.

“Y-yes p-please,” your hands tangled in his hair and he groaned into your aching cunt, sending a thrilling vibration into your very core. “Oh-oh, fuck.” You muttered breathlessly - an intense, strange feeling had emerged within you and you had no intention of stopping it.

Charlie continued you moan, lapping at you hungrily as he fucked you with his fingers.

Wordlessly, you cried out, unable to form any words of warning as you felt a wave of wetness gush out of you. Your whole body shook as you clenched a fistful of Charlie’s hair, forcing his gorgeous face to stay against your needy cunt as you rode out your orgasm.

It felt like entirely too long, but your body eventually relaxed and you collapsed back into your pillows. Your vision was blurry and white as you caught your breath. After a moment, you gasped - looking down at Charlie whose face was drenched in your juices.

Mortified, you sat up. He shook his head, immediately seeing the worry on your face. “It’s okay,” he assured you sweetly as your cheeks flooded a bright red. “I didn’t know you could squirt.” His dreamy, crooked smile tugged at your heart. He looked genuinely impressed - with himself or you, you weren’t sure.

“I-I didn’t know either.” You blushed and he chuckled before wiping his face with both his hands. He leaned forward, kissing your lips firmly but softly as you laid back, pulling him with you.

As he settled into your arms, his lips brushed your chest, and a warm tug at your heartstrings made you pause. You hesitated, then nervously spoke up. “I hope last night was okay.”

He looked up at you, surprised. “Okay? It was incredible,” he reassured you, and a wave of relief washed over you.

“Good,” you murmured, your voice softer now. “I, uh, don’t really do this kind of thing often,” you admitted sheepishly, and he chuckled.

“Yeah, me neither,” he said with a grin.

You bit your lip, suddenly feeling more vulnerable. “No, really… I’m a virgin,” you confessed, your heart pounding. His eyes widened, but there was something warm and understanding in them too. Charlie could hardly believe what he was hearing—how did you keep getting more perfect?

“Really?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. You nodded, unable to meet his gaze.

For a moment, he was quiet, his thoughts clearly spinning.

Suddenly, a loud, obnoxious knock echoed through the room, snapping you both out of the moment.

“Wrap it up, lovebirds!” Kirby’s sing-song voice called through the door. You sighed, offering Charlie a small, amused smile. He returned it, his eyes thoughtful as you both began to get dressed. In a quick motion, you kicked the lacy panties Charlie had removed earlier under the bed—no need to give Kirby any ammunition.

Kirby’s knocks continued relentlessly until you swung the door open, cutting her off mid-knock. She eyed you both with a playful grin. “Have fun, did we?” she teased, and you rolled your eyes as Charlie threw his backpack over his shoulder.

“See you later, beautiful,” Charlie’s voice was soft but low, and you knew Kirby still caught the sweet farewell as he leaned in to peck your lips. He brushed his hair from his face and turned toward Kirby.

“Goodbye, Kirby,” he nodded with a mock salute before heading out the door.

Kirby couldn’t hide her wide, cheesy grin as she nudged you playfully. “So, are you two…?”

You shrugged, trying to suppress your smile. “Nothing official, but yeah, I think so.” Her excited shriek echoed through the room.

She headed to the bathroom to shower, and you took the opportunity to tidy up your room—throwing away the empty takeout containers Charlie had brought over and tossing all your laundry into a pile for later. As you worked, something struck you. The lacy black panties you had kicked under the bed earlier were missing. You quickly checked beneath the bed again, but they weren’t there.

As Charlie walked out of your building, the feeling he felt inside was unlike any he’d ever felt before - an almost painful excitement churned his stomach. You were his, and he was yours. Nothing—and no one—could come between you now.

[startseeingstars]

Killer Instinct - Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

CH12 🎶 Teenage Dirtbag - Wheatus 🎶

You woke to the soft sound of Kirby’s snoring, but sleep hadn’t been restful. You’d spent the night tossing, turning over every detail you knew about Charlie, each memory looping in your mind. After replaying every heart-pounding moment with him—and with Ghostface—your suspicions only grew deeper. What made it worse was the nagging feeling that you weren’t even sure if it was a real problem. Morally, you felt torn in a way you never imagined you’d have to.

The connection you felt to Ghostface could be easily explained if Charlie were the killer. It would explain Paris’s death, the texts… his words in the car after the first Cinema Club: “Worth killing for.” They echoed in your mind, a little too tempting, a little too thrilling. But then a knock on your door pulled you out of your thoughts.

Kirby shifted in bed but only groaned, clearly not ready to face the day. You glanced at the time—9:08 AM—and sighed. Slipping on your slippers, you took a deep breath before opening the door to find Charlie standing there. He smiled at you, eyes bright despite the failed Stabathon the night before. He handed you a coffee, and you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips.

For a moment, you didn’t care what he might be. As long as he wanted you, it felt like everything else was secondary.

“Mornin’. Coffee?” His crooked smile was enough to make your heart skip a beat. You closed the door behind you, stepping out into the hall to stay out of Kirby’s way.

“She’s still asleep,” you explained, and Charlie gave a knowing nod, an understanding look in his eyes.

“Wouldn’t want to incur her wrath,” he said playfully, and you took the coffee with a small laugh.

“You really shouldn’t encourage this coffee addiction,” you sighed, but he just chuckled.

“It’s fine, I can afford it. Perks of being an only child.” He smirked, and you giggled, the tension from the night before momentarily forgotten.

Charlie hesitated for a moment, his nervous energy practically radiating off him. You raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “I was wondering,” he began, trailing off as his eyes flickered up to meet yours, “would you maybe want to go out sometime?”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn’t suppress the grin that spread across your face. “Definitely. I mean… it took you long enough.” You nudged his arm playfully, and he chuckled, the blush creeping across his cheeks.

“I’m sorry for the delay, I just…” he faltered, his eyes soft and thoughtful as he glanced at you. “I wanted to be sure.” His voice was warm, sweet like honey, and your face flushed deep red.

“Well, since Stabathon was so rudely interrupted,” you teased, stepping just a little closer, “why don’t you come over tonight and keep me company? We can finish the marathon.” Your smile was both warm and suggestive, and Charlie’s heart stumbled in his chest. He nodded quickly, a little caught off guard but excited.

Before he could respond, you started to second-guess yourself. “I mean, Kirby could use a night at her place… and you could take my bed,” you stammered, suddenly flustered, your words tumbling out in a rush. “I don’t want to make it weird or anything.” You were rambling, and it made him laugh softly, a look of amusement in his eyes.

“Uh, yeah,” he said, still chuckling. “I’d like that.” He squeezed your hand gently, sending a little jolt of warmth through you. “But I’ll take the floor if you really want…” He shrugged, clearly teasing, but the energy between you both was palpable, buzzing in the space around you.

“Great, then it’s a date,” you said, your voice brimming with excitement and confidence. Charlie’s heart skipped a beat, the adrenaline from the previous night still lingering in his veins.

Just as the moment felt like it might stretch on forever, your phone rang, the screen flashing an unflattering photo of Kirby across your screen. You glanced at it for a second, then back at Charlie. He swallowed hard, sensing the interruption.

“I’ll catch you later, around seven?” he asked, stepping back with a smile, clearly reluctant to leave.

You nodded, your chest fluttering with anticipation as you answered the phone, “Yeah, sounds perfect.” As Charlie turned to go, you brought the phone to your ear, still feeling the warmth of his hand on yours as you walked back into your room, a grin still playing on your lips.

“Hello?” You answered curiously.

“Where the hell’d you go?” Kirby snapped, a little annoyed at your sudden disappearance. You rolled your eyes and headed back to the room before hanging up the phone.

xxx 🎶 Bad Guy - Billie Eilish 🎶 xxx

Kirby watched you pace back and forth in your room, a sly smirk playing on her lips.

“Look at you, all nervy for your date with Walker,” she teased, clearly enjoying your anxious energy. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at your lips.

“This isn’t weird for you, right? I mean—” you started, but she cut you off with a pointed look.

“If you two don’t hook up after weeks of torturous ‘will they?’ ‘won’t they?’ moments, I’m down twenty bucks,” she said dramatically, grinning. “And I really don’t feel like owing Robbie money.”

You laughed, but a flicker of doubt crept in.

“Wait, Robbie doesn’t think we’ll get together?” you asked, your stomach tightening.

Kirby shook her head and rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry, he only thinks that because Charlie’s been all ‘puppy’ around you,” she said, mimicking a goofy expression. “He thinks Charlie will chicken out.” Her tone was light, but reassuring, and you let out a relieved breath.

“Okay, bit random, but… has Charlie dated much?” you asked, your curiosity getting the better of you. You bit your lip nervously, hoping you weren’t prying.

Kirby’s eyes narrowed in amusement. “Coming to me for all the intel on lover boy?” she teased, raising an eyebrow. She quickly stood up and grabbed her coat, glancing at the clock—6:55 PM. “Lucky for you, there’s nothing to tell. Not unless you count Sarah Maller kissing his cheek back in sophomore year.” She shrugged casually.

Before you could respond, there was a knock at the door, and your heart skipped a beat. Kirby shot you a quick, knowing grin and gave you a tight but playful squeeze before heading out the door.

“Have fun,” she said, throwing open the door for Charlie. “Use protection!” Her singsong voice echoed through the corridor as you and Charlie laughed.

“You brought food!” you exclaimed, excitement in your voice as you noticed the plastic bag hanging from his hand.

“Yeah, I asked Kirby for your favorite Chinese, and she ended up listing half the menu,” he chuckled. “Hope that’s alright.”

He set the bag down on your study desk, and before he could step back, you moved toward him, wrapping your arms around his waist for a long hug. It lingered, longer than just a thank-you for food, but you couldn’t help it. You just needed to feel him close, to be wrapped in the warmth of his arms.

“Are you okay?” His voice was quiet, his eyes searching yours as you pulled back slightly. You nodded, and he studied you for a moment, his gaze intense. Neither of you moved, your faces hovering just inches apart, and that’s when you both realized how close you were. His breath caught as you leaned in slightly, and without hesitation, he closed the gap between you, pressing his lips to yours.

The kiss was electric—like fireworks igniting, sparking sensations that rushed through every inch of your body. His hands found their way to your waist, pulling you closer as if he couldn’t get enough. The urgency in his touch mirrored the flood of emotions coursing through you.

You both gave in to the moment you’d been dancing around for weeks. His kiss was everything you had imagined and more, and you kissed him back with equal hunger, finally allowing yourselves to give in to what you’d both been wanting all along.

You kissed for what felt like an eternity, both of you lost in the moment, unable to pull away from each other. When the kiss finally slowed, you both lingered for a few moments, catching your breath. A giddy smile tugged at your lips, and Charlie couldn’t help but mirror it, giving you a soft, lingering peck as he pulled back.

You sighed, fluttering your lashes open, meeting his gaze. His heart skipped a beat, thudding so loudly in his chest it felt like it could burst. You were breathtaking—more beautiful than he could put into words—and he couldn’t tear his eyes away, his gaze filled with nothing but adoration.

“I, uh…” you stammered, feeling your cheeks flush under his intense stare. “The food’s getting cold.” You giggled, breaking the tension, and reached for the bag of takeout, carrying it over to the bed where you’d arranged extra pillows and a cozy knitted blanket.

Charlie’s gaze shifted around the room, finally noticing the candles flickering softly in the dim light. The familiar scent of incense hung in the air—he recognized it instantly. It was the same one you’d burned the night he’d called you, and it made him feel like this moment was somehow destined.

“Any creep can see in,” He murmured, pointing to your open window. “Or is that something you’re into?” His voice feigned curiosity, teasing.

Blushing pink, you shrugged as you climbed onto the cushiony mattress. He joined you on the bed, the weight of him settling beside you with an unfamiliar yet comforting sensation. You handed him a random takeout box, and together, you both sank into the soft pillows, the warmth of the room matching the ease between you. The movie began to play, but for a few moments, the only sound was the quiet rustling of food and the distant hum of the film.

You sat in the peaceful essence of each other’s company, eating in comfortable silence, the simple intimacy of it all wrapping around you both like the blankets. The world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the two of you, content in this quiet space you’d created together.

As you sat beside him, you noticed his leather jacket hung over your desk chair and thought of the blood in his pocket. He seemed to notice your mood shift slightly and followed your gaze to his jacket.

“It's pleather, I promise.” He murmured and you chuckled softly. “You alright?” Charlie became nervous suddenly, but you nodded, nestling in bedside him a little closer. He sensed that something was slightly off, but didn’t want to press you further - you were difficult to read at times.

After hours of giggles, exchanged theories and random facts about the films and original murders, Charlie watched your eyes flutter close. You noticed how hard you were trying to stay awake, but he didn’t want to deprive you of sleep - nor did he want to go.

After a while, your breathing deepened and Charlie gently brushed strands of hair away from your face. Silently and carefully, he pulled out his phone to snap a picture of the peaceful moment he’d longed for - finally coming to fruition. He knew you felt safe with him, but this solidified that theory.

He texted the picture to Kirby, who responded immediately with a long string of emojis and a sweet message saying she will stay with Kimmy instead of coming back that night. You were under Charlie’s watch now, and his stomach swirled with pride. He looked down at your sleeping figure, knowing he would never let anyone or anything harm you again.

As he inhaled deeply, his chest fell and you stirred lightly - eyes fluttering back open. “Oh, I- I’m sorry,” your sleepy mumble made Charlie smile.

“No, no, it’s fine - I’m relieving Kirby of her duties tonight.” He pulled you back in as you tried to pull away and you giggled musically.

“I’m glad. I am very much enjoying this,” you smiled, eyes still heavy with sleep. You sighed a deep breath before standing up.

You turned away from Charlie, removing your shirt with your back to him. Chills prickled the back of your neck as you stood, so exposed to him as you grabbed your nightshirt and pulled it on.

As you turned around, Charlie was staring at the TV, but you could tell he was nervous by the way his body had stiffened.

“You should get comfy if you’re staying.” You pointed out, pulling him gently to stand. You climbed back into the bed, taking his spot that was covered in his intoxicating, embracing scent and warmth.

“Nice shirt,” he complimented the worn Nightmare on Elm Street. “Freddy fan, then?” He murmured as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

You flicked your eyes to the TV, subtly watching from your peripherals as he removed his trousers and button up shirt - leaving only a white t-shirt and his black boxer briefs. “Of course - I met him once at a meet and greet.” You beamed, and Charlie’s chest filled with warmth. He had already seen the photo tucked under your bed.

He admired you with a warm smile, but his eyes held a nervous excitement that you mirrored. He climbed under the sheets with you and you relished in his warmth beside you.

As you adjusted the sheets, your arm ran over his boxers and you blushed as he flinched lightly. “S-sorry,” he whispered, knowing you’d accidentally felt his undeniable erection.

You glanced at him reassuringly. “It’s okay, Char.” You rested your head on his shoulder and his body tensed as your hand began tracing small patterns along his exposed skin - just below his shirt and right about the hem of his boxers. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable,” you assured him softly. He swallowed the lump of tension building in his throat. Feeling your sweet, warm breath gliding over his skin was enough to make him shudder slightly.

He could have sliced the thick tension between you with the hunting knife tucked away in his backpack. He’d be lying if the dark fantasy of him toying with you while you squirmed under the gentle touch of the blade hadn’t crossed his mind. Not to harm, of course—only to give you both a kind of pleasure that was raw and intimate. The thought of you surrendering to his control, completely vulnerable, stirred something dark and primal inside him.

He took a deep breath, realising he was getting carried away in his thoughts.

[startseeingstars]

Killer Instinct - Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

CH11 🎶 Thunderdome - Ocean Grove 🎶

Music blared from the speakers, and the once-empty barn had become lively, tucked away on a dirt road just off the highway, hidden from prying eyes. Stabathon was a whole different level compared to Cinema Club—larger, more chaotic, and charged with a buzzing energy.

The crowd was mostly in costume, and you had thrown yours together at the last minute: a plain white shirt splattered with red paint, courtesy of the campus art facilities. The jeans you wore fit just right, hugging your curves effortlessly. Charlie, standing off to the side, couldn’t help but admire you from a distance. He appreciated that you’d put in the effort, even if your costume was a simple nod to the classic horror icon.

A sudden pressure on your shoulder made you jump, the shock rattling through your bones as you spun around.

Charlie appeared, a crooked half smile on his lips. “Someone’s jumpy.” He teased a little and you blushed. “I make you nervous or somethin’?” His voice and glint in his eye spelled mischief and you giggled.

“Something like that.” You admitted, beginning to walk again. He fell in step easily beside you, pushing the hair out of his face.

“Nice Billy costume,” he smirked as his eyes wandered up and down you in an obvious fashion, handing you a red solo cup. You smiled and took the drink, the noise of the crowd swirling around you.

“I had to get into the spirit, you know?” you said, taking a sip and forcing yourself not to grimace as the harsh liquor burned down your throat.

Kirby appeared at your side, flashing a grin at Charlie. “Another year, another Stabathon. Well done, Walker.” She gave his shoulder a friendly pat, and Charlie beamed, clearly proud of the event he’d organized.

“Speaking of which, we should probably get started.” Charlie glanced over his shoulder at Robbie, who was leaning against the wall, the projector light casting eerie shadows on the barn. “I’ll catch you later,” he added, turning back to you. He hesitated for a moment before planting a quick kiss on your cheek. The unexpected peck made you blush, and you watched him walk away, caught off guard by the gesture.

As Charlie made his way toward the front, he chewed the inside of his cheek, his pulse racing. He couldn’t help but feel a rush of adrenaline—partly because of the kiss, but mostly because he knew Gale was somewhere in the crowd, snooping around where she shouldn’t be, but where they’d counted on her being.

The crowd’s chant echoed through the barn—“Stabathon!” Charlie spotted you and Kirby in the back, caught up in the energy of it all, your voices joining in. Smiling, he walked up to join Robbie at the makeshift stage, which was just a couple of crates they’d scrounged together for height.

Charlie raised his hands to hush the crowd, and the room quickly quieted.

“Cinema Club thanks you for coming out to our third annual Stabathon!” His voice didn’t waver, despite the mix of anxiety and excitement bubbling up in his chest. The crowd cheered, and he could feel his nerves melting into the moment. “Who’s ready to drink every time someone can’t get a cell phone signal?” More cheers erupted from the audience.

Robbie jumped in theatrically, “Who’s ready to drink every time someone shuts the refrigerator door and—oh my God, there’s a harmless character right behind it?” Laughter spread through the crowd, and you couldn’t help but smile at the absurdity of it all.

Charlie raised his red cup, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Who’s ready to drink every time someone screams the word—”

“No!” The crowd, including you, shouted in unison, and you giggled at the familiarity of it. Crowds weren’t usually your thing, but the energy here was different. With Charlie at the center of it all, there was a sense of anticipation you couldn’t shake.

“Let’s start this movie marathon!” Robbie exclaimed eagerly as he and Charlie left the stage. You kept your eyes on Charlie, watching as most people turned their attention to the opening credits projected onto the barn wall. But after a few moments, you lost track of him in the sea of Ghostfaces and bloodied costumes. You frowned, a subtle twinge of disappointment stirring inside you when he didn’t return to your side. Kirby, sitting next to you with a bowl of popcorn in her lap, seemed oblivious to your quiet frustration.

As the movie progressed, you drank when everyone else did, cheered when the crowd cheered, but it didn’t quite feel the same without Charlie by your side. You’d saved him a seat, after all. After a while, you excused yourself to “refresh your drink,” but really, you just needed an excuse to look for him.

You wandered through the crowd for a bit, but after a fruitless search, you pulled out your phone.

Where’d you disappear to? x

Before the message could even send, a firm grip on your arm startled you from your thoughts. You looked up, and there he was—Charlie, offering a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. His chest was rising and falling heavily, like he’d just run a marathon, but he was trying to hide it.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, raising an eyebrow at him. “Where’ve you been?” you asked over the booming sounds of the movie. His gaze lingered on you a moment too long, and you caught the flicker of something intense behind his eyes. His heart was racing, and he was practically vibrating with a kind of energy you couldn’t quite place. He wanted to tell you how it felt—how everything seemed to be pulsing with adrenaline and something else—but he held back. He knew better than to share too much.

Before he could answer, the distant sound of police sirens pierced through the noise. Charlie’s eyes flicked to the barn doors with a flash of panic.

“Shut it down!” he shouted, his voice cutting through the crowd, booming louder and more fiercely than you knew he was capable of. A few people booed, but as the sirens grew louder, the mood shifted. You watched as people scrambled to react, unsure of what was happening.

Then the cops barged in, the sound of the barn doors splintering under their force. Flashlights were immediately pointed into the crowd, blinding everyone in their path.

Kirby gripped your arm, and without thinking, you pulled Charlie behind you as you followed her outside. The cold night air hit you immediately, sharper than before, and you regretted not bringing a jacket. The officer ordered everyone to remain in front of the barn, and you stood there, shivering slightly.

Your eyes went to Gale as she was lifted into an ambulance on a stretcher. She was clearly hurt, a bloodied bandage wrapped tightly around her chest and shoulder. Your stomach twisted with worry.

Another attack. At Stabathon. Just like Sidney said. The realization hit you hard.

You turned to Charlie, wide-eyed, but his gaze wasn’t on you. It was fixed on Gale, his expression unreadable. Something dark flickered in his eyes before it was gone, replaced by his usual calm. He finally turned toward you, his voice softer than before.

“Are you cold?”

You opened your mouth to respond, but before you could, he was already shrugging off his leather jacket and draping it around your shoulders. The gesture was so natural, so instinctive, that it took you by surprise. As he stepped back, his gaze caught on you in his jacket, his eyes lingering on the way it looked on you. You felt a rush of warmth despite the cold night air, and you blushed hard under his stare.

Just then, a police officer approached, his face grim. “Gonna ask you some questions,” he said in a gruff voice. You nodded, stepping away from Charlie and Kirby, the weight of the situation settling in. The last thing you expected tonight was to be caught up in something like this.

xxx 🎶 Strangers - Kenya Grace 🎶 xxx

You sat on the peeling laminate bench in the bathroom, waiting patiently for Kirby as she showered. Of course, she insisted you couldn’t be alone while she was in there, and it made sense—especially in the dorms—but it meant you were with her practically 24/7.

You’d just finished your own shower and smelled like herbal soaps, but the scent of Charlie’s jacket wrapped around your shoulders was overpowering. As you slipped your hands into the pockets to keep warm, your brows furrowed when your fingers brushed against something damp inside the right pocket.

Pulling your hand out, you stared at the reddish tint staining your fingertips. Blood. The residue was unmistakable.

For a few long moments, you just stared at it, trying to convince yourself it was fake blood. But his outfit hadn’t had any of that on it tonight. And it was strange—he’d disappeared for a while, only to return breathless right before Gale was found wounded.

Your phone buzzed from the sink, startling you. You exhaled sharply, willing your body to relax. You grabbed the phone quickly and saw a text from Charlie.

Thinking of you. Sweet dreams x

‘Sweet dreams’ The text from Ghostface echoed in your mind, and you narrowed your eyes, a cold shiver crawling down your spine. No. Could you really be suspicious of Charlie? The thought felt foreign, but it held a menacing persistence you couldn’t shake off completely.

Just then, Kirby emerged from the shower, her damp hair clinging to her skin as steam billowed around her. She was wrapped in a towel, her expression casual, though you could tell something was off in her tone. “You alright? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

The smirk on her lips didn’t reach her eyes.

You quickly shook off your thoughts, forcing a smile as you pushed the unsettling theory of Charlie being a serial killer out of your mind. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

[startseeingstars]

Killer Instinct - Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

CH10 🎶 Naive - The Kooks 🎶

Cinema Club held an impromptu meeting in an empty lecture room. Charlie had texted you about it, absolutely ecstatic that Sidney and Gale were making an appearance.

As you walked in, Charlie strided over and you smiled, placing a hand softly on his arm. He looked wired - nervous and you chuckled at how adorable he was. “Look who’s starstruck now,” you teased and he blushed slightly, shooting you a knowing look.

Everyone took a seat, so you followed as Gale and Sidney walked in. Robbie stood ready at the front, his camera light on as he streamed the whole thing.

Charlie cleared his throat and started to make his way to the front, addressing the group with a grin. “Alright, gang. Cinema Club is now in session. Welcome.” He took a sip from his can, letting out a dramatic sigh as the last few people settled into their seats. “To give you a little background—we’re a sanctioned after-school activity, one rung below the glee club and two above Nintendo Wii Fit.” With that, he leaned on the desk next to Robbie, taking his place at the front.

Turning to Sidney, he gestured toward her with a flourish. “Let me just say, to our special guest, Sidney Prescott… we are truly honored.”

Everyone turned to look at Sidney, and Robbie couldn’t contain his excitement. “Forget Jamie Lee Curtis and Linda Blair—this is the ultimate!” he exclaimed. The room erupted in applause, and you couldn’t help but smile, impressed by the moment. It was surreal having Sidney and Gale there, and you remembered how Charlie had practically burst with excitement when he’d texted you about Gale approaching them.

Sidney, looking slightly flustered but smiling, stood up. “Thanks, I guess,” she said, her voice warm but with a hint of discomfort. She then turned her attention to Robbie. “So, uh… you film your entire college experience and post it online?” Her eyebrows lifted in slight confusion as Robbie’s face lit up with a smug grin.

“Everyone will be doing it one day, Sid,” he said confidently.

“It’s kind of the one thing the killer is missing,” Charlie remarked, a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Wait—what do you mean?” Gale interjected, stepping closer to where Sidney sat.

Charlie turned to her, his tone matter-of-fact. “Well, if you want be the new, new version, the killer should be filming the murder.”

Robbie nodded eagerly, backing him up. “Yeah, it’s the natural next step in psycho slasher innovation,” he added, clearly a bit nervous under Gale’s intense stare. You stifled a laugh, recalling how Charlie had confessed that Robbie was fan-girling over Gale. “I mean, you film it all in real-time, then before you get caught, upload it straight to cyberspace.”

Charlie’s eyes lit up as he jumped in, “Making your art as immortal as you.” They really did make a good team. “Not to implicate him,” Charlie quickly added, giving a half-glance at Robbie, who shifted uncomfortably.

Sidney, ever the skeptic, narrowed her eyes and asked, “So, who do you think is behind the murders?” Her question seemed to hang in the air, causing a brief silence. Charlie hesitated for a moment, as though her question had momentarily taken the wind out of him.

“Well, it’s a Stab fanatic, clearly,” Charlie said with a casual wave of his hand. “Working on less of a shriek-quel and more of a scream-make.”

Robbie, ever the detail-oriented one, muttered, “Copyright on those terms, by the way,” as he began pacing the room as you rolled your eyes.

Charlie nodded, acknowledging the point. “’Cause right now, all there are, are remakes. That’s the only horror the studios are greenlighting.” His raspy voice carried a sense of authority that you couldn’t help but admire, and you smiled to yourself as he continued. “I mean, sure, there are still rules—but the rules have changed.” He shot a quick glance at you, and the small smile on your face seemed to fuel his confidence. “The unexpected is the new cliché.”

A few people around the room murmured in agreement, and Robbie picked up where Charlie left off. “Yeah, you gotta have an opening sequence that blows the doors off. Maybe toss in a flashy music video vibe, and the kills? Gotta be way more extreme.”

Charlie nodded, his tone thoughtful. “Modern audiences are too savvy to fall for the old rules.” He turned to Sidney as if explaining the nuances of the genre. “So, the reversals? They become the new standard. In fact, the only sure-fire way to survive a modern horror movie—” He paused, his eyes landing on Kirby. “Is to be gay.”

The two shared a quick smirk, and you couldn’t help but giggle at the perfect timing.

“Why are you so sure the killer’s following the rules of a horror remake?” Gale’s sharp question and imposing presence made Charlie shift uncomfortably, revealing a brief glimpse of his more timid side.

“Well, the original Stab structure is pretty clear,” Robbie said, pacing once again, his voice steady.

“Two kids killed in their house while their parents are away,” Charlie added quickly, picking up on Robbie’s point.

“And then the school’s ‘hot chick’ gets savaged beyond recognition,” Robbie continued, his tone a bit more theatrical.

“We all know where it goes from there,” Charlie said, gesturing outward with a flourish.

“A party,” Sidney chimed in, and Charlie’s eyes lit up as he pointed at her, nodding eagerly.

“Exactly, a party. Guaranteed third-act, main cast bloodbath.” He smiled, clearly excited by the thought.

“Fingers crossed for some nudity this time,” Robbie added with a cheeky grin, earning a few chuckles from the group.

“Okay, so do you know of a party happening?” Gale asked, stepping closer to the boys. She stood right next to Charlie, who visibly shifted, clearly uncomfortable with her proximity.

“Well, there’s Stabathon tonight,” Charlie explained, crossing his arms. “It’s a movie marathon—the seven Stab films, back to back. We do it every year.”

“Tonight?” Sidney asked, her voice tinged with both disgust and concern. “There’s a killer out there, copying the murders from the original movies.”

“I know, it’s pretty wild,” Charlie replied, his eyes still gleaming with excitement, despite the gravity of the situation.

You couldn’t help but smile softly as you watched him. It was easy to forget that Charlie had a quiet confidence when it came to his passions. He might be soft-spoken in general, but here, in his element, you saw the spark of enthusiasm that made him so passionate about this project.

“Well, you have to call it off,” Sidney insisted, her voice firm, but Robbie just pursed his lips, unmoved.

“It’s a Friday night. I’m sure we’re not the only party in Woodsboro,” he replied casually.

Gale, clearly growing impatient, leaned in. “Okay, where is this circle jerk taking place?” Her tone was sharp, and you could feel the tension radiating off her. You glanced at Charlie, who seemed to shrink under the pressure.

“So, who’s ready for the Q and A?” Charlie’s attempt to change the subject fell flat, only making Gale more irritated.

“No, no. I want a location,” she pressed, her gaze intense as she demanded an answer.

Charlie shifted uncomfortably, glancing around the room. “Well, it’s kind of an underground thing… email invites, pretty secret,” he said, trying to politely sidestep the question. But Gale’s expression hardened, unamused.

“What, you’re not going to tell me? We’re working together, remember?” She raised an eyebrow, clearly incredulous. Charlie and Robbie’s silence spoke volumes.

“Ready for that Q and A?” Charlie repeated, his voice a little too eager. Gale just scoffed and lightly took Sidney’s arm as they turned to leave.

“Fuck you.” Her last words in the air before they left. The room was still but Charlie’s mischievous crooked smile burned into the crevice of your mind as he glanced at you - eyes shining.

“That was awesome,” He grinned with a small chuckle. Even he had to admit that being sworn at by Gale Weathers was an honour in a league of itself.

[startseeingstars]

Killer Instinct- Charlie Walker (Scream 4)

CH09 🎶 Devil You Know (God Is A Man - Face to Face )🎶

She walked with you back to your dorm and you were surprised at how quickly the crime scene had been cleared up. Now, only remnants of blood stained the walls, covered with a tarp until it could be painted over. You supposed it made sense given how many students it would misplace if they kept it an active scene.

As you walked into your dorm room, your eyes drifted to Paris’s tediously tidy and organised side of the room. You were under clear instruction not to touch a single thing of hers, and you planned to follow that rule.

Kirby walked in behind you and you sat in your desk chair, taking in a deep breath. “I’m not sleeping in her bed, so I’m gonna go home and get the air mattress.” She said matter of factly, but you shot her a confused look. “What? You didn’t think I’d let you stay here alone did you?” A small smile crept onto her face and you nodded, realising of course she wouldn’t.

A knock at the door startled both of you, but it swung open to reveal Charlie, offering a warm smile. Without thinking, you rushed into his arms, and he immediately pulled you into a comforting embrace.

“Hey…” His voice was soft, and you felt the gentle motion of his thumb as it traced soothing circles on your arm. You remembered how he’d helped you earlier that day when you were dissociated, guiding you back to a place where you could manage speaking to the police. With him, you felt safe.

Charlie held you close, barely acknowledging Kirby, who sat behind you on the chair, her eyes narrowed and her lips forming a playful pout.

“Char, thank you for coming.” Kirby stood up, making her way toward the door, then paused to look over her shoulder. “I’ll be back with my stuff soon. Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” Her singsong tone seemed almost out of place given the circumstances, but it was a welcome, lighthearted moment.

You pulled back slightly, meeting Charlie’s gaze. “What’re you doing here?”

“Kirby asked me to hang out—didn’t want you to be alone.” He shrugged, before giving your hand a reassuringly gentle squeeze.

He wandered around the room, acting as if it were his first time there, though in reality, he knew it like the back of his hand. He knew where you hid your weed—stashed in a retro Marvel lunchbox under the bed—and that your desk drawer was full of random loose bobby pins amidst the scattered stationery.

The room fell into a quiet stillness, the silence stretching on for what felt like an eternity. Finally, Charlie turned to you with a soft expression. “How are you holding up?” His voice was gentle, but the question made you sigh as you bit your lip, unsure of how to answer.

“I’m okay.” The words felt hollow, but you weren’t sure how much to share with him. You wanted to tell him everything—every thought, every feeling. You knew he was waiting to hear what you’d reveal.

“Are you going to miss her?” His question, though sincere, struck you as odd, and you shrugged.

“I feel bad for her family, but… honestly, no.” You hesitated, then looked up at him with a worried frown. “Does that make me awful?”

The uncertainty in your voice tugged at his heart. He shook his head, settling beside you on the bed. “No, not at all.” He couldn’t stand the thought of you feeling guilty for being honest about your feelings. “You don’t need to pretend to be anything,” he added, his voice raspy and thick as he reached for your knee, resting his hand there gently. “Especially not with me.”

You looked up at him through your lashes, a soft smile tugging at your lips, and your cheeks flushed pink. Charlie’s heart skipped a beat at the sight of your smile, the weight of the moment hitting him harder than he expected.

“I hope you know I feel the same.” Your voice trembled slightly, and Charlie’s chest tightened in response. “I never want you to pretend to be something you’re not.”

Your words stung him more than he expected, but he kept his composure, reminding himself that you would eventually see the real him—the whole of him. After the phone call the night before, he was certain you’d accept him, maybe even love him.

A heavy tension lingered in the air, and Charlie took a deep breath, trying to break the silence. “W-what’s your tattoo?” he asked gently, his eyes drifting to your thigh, where the ink peeked out beneath the hem of your shorts.

You blushed deeply, a soft giggle escaping as you shifted, clearly embarrassed. Charlie had come close to seeing it several times—both in person and on camera—but he’d never been able to get a clear look.

You lifted your hand, sliding it up your thigh to pull the fabric higher, and his breath caught in his throat when the design came fully into view.

The reflection of Ghostface in the blade of a hunting knife was inked into your skin with intricate linework and stunning shading. Charlie’s heart swelled with a strange mix of pride and excitement. You had a tattoo of him. In that moment, it hit him like a sudden revelation—you were his. And he wanted to be yours.

“Were you checking out my legs?” You asked teasingly, making the heat in his cheeks warmer.

“Depends,” he paused, eyes flickering back to yours with a hint of mischief. “Would you like it if I were?” His raspy voice was low and it sent a warmth of excitement between your thighs.

You kept your gaze on his for a moment, briefly glances at his inviting lips, before taking his hand and gently placing it on your thigh.

He exhaled shakily, letting his fingertips brush over your delicate skin as they traced your tattoo lightly. Your skin was even softer than he’d imagined. His eyes looked at your tattoo in quiet awe and you bit your lip, feeling the weight of the silence between you. Mesmerised, he licked his lips, unable to look away.

“Do you enjoy touching me, Charlie?” His face flushed deeper, redder than the blood rushing through his veins, as his eyes darted back to yours—desire mingled with something else, something unreadable.

You smirked, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. “You don’t have to answer,” you said, your voice playful, though there was a hint of mischief. “I just like watching you squirm a little.” You added with a sheepish smile, but your tone still carried that teasing edge.

Before he could respond, you casually grabbed the TV remote from the nightstand and flicked it on. “Evil Dead?” you asked, leaning back on the bed and patting the space beside you, inviting him to get comfortable.

Charlie’s smile turned into a grin as he nestled in next to you, happy to be in your presence. He liked that you were confident in what you wanted—and that you enjoyed a bit of the chase. God knows, he was more than willing to keep up.

As the movie played on, you snuggled closer to Charlie, the steady beat of his heart filling your ear as it rested against his chest. You couldn’t help but smile at the warmth and comfort of it.

He cleared his throat, and you looked up at him. “So, Cinema Club does a Stabathon every year,” he started, his tone a little nervous. You nodded, intrigued.

“Kirby loves it. She’s mentioned it to me before.” You smiled, and Charlie’s grin widened, clearly proud of the annual event.

“It’s all very exclusive—kind of hush-hush…” he trailed off, glancing at you expectantly. “Want to come? It’s tomorrow night.”

You bit your lip, considering it, and his expression shifted to one of mild concern. “I’ve been meaning to ask you, but I wanted to do it in person,” he added thoughtfully, and you couldn’t help but giggle.

“I’d love to. It’ll be a scream,” you said with a playful smirk, and Charlie chuckled, shaking his head.

“You’re lucky you’re cute,” he teased, making you blush.

Just then, Kirby returned with a suitcase and an inflatable mattress, ready to set up for the night. Charlie leaned in to say goodnight at your door, giving your hand a long, gentle squeeze. As he walked back toward his car, he let out a quiet sigh, disappointed that he wouldn’t get to stick around for his usual routine of watching you. Instead, he would have to settle for the camera in your room.