#‼️ Billy! Billy! He’s in the house!

[jermeyscreams]

Hello and welcome to jermeyscreams! This is a semi-literate roleplay blog for an original character set in the “Scream” (1996) universe. Buckle in and let’s get into introductions and rules!

Let’s set some ground rules, no?

RULES:

1: I have a strictly no NSFW rule for all my roleplaying blogs. No smut. I’m okay with jokes here and there, maybe some spice dialogue, but nothing strictly nsfw.

2: No pedophilia, nor anything else of the sort is tolerated on this blog.

3: No minors! Sorry, I don’t feel comfortable roleplaying horror with minors.

4: I will discuss topics of the roleplay and the overall intended storyline with my partner before posting a starter! In my experience it makes things clearer on both sides and more enjoyable.

5: DNI if you’re a Trump supporter, JK Rowling Supporter, transphobe, homophobe, irl-serial killer simp, racist, etc. Be a nice person!

6: Please don’t pressure me extensively to respond. On a rough week it’ll probably take me 3-4 days to write a decent response, and I’ll DM my roleplay partner or it’ll be longer than that.

Introductions: Jermey

Jermey Welcher is a strange guy, and considered an outcast by the student body. He is a freshman in college, majoring in journalism and minoring in forensics, and was held back last year due to him not attending for over half the school year. He is almost always peering over his shoulder or murmuring to himself, partially due to his extreme shyness and not-so-slight paranoia due to bad experiences with friends in the past. He always slouches, his hight clocking in at 6’0 while hunched over, and a respectable 6’4 when his spine is straightened. His fragile frame is hidden by huge sweaters, which make up 90% of his wardrobe, accompanied by frayed blue jeans and sneakers with the soles falling off. If you have a chance to sneak a glance at his face before he turns away, his cheekbones are noticeably sharp, and his pale sunken cheeks are even more prominent, the bags under his blue eyes a telltale sign of insomnia. A badly cut mullet adorns the top of his head, his hair too unruly to truly obey the style, the ginger curls easy to pick out from the crowd..or to see in the dark of a room, huddled in a corner clutching a phone. Jeremy views himself as a queer boy, in the most literal sense, he is a gay man in the 1990’s but doesn’t outwardly express his orientation, partially due to social backlash and mostly due to no one knowing him intimately enough for them to know this information. If someone did know him intimately, they would know many things, including him being a huge nerd for literature and film, but he refuses to watch Halloween under any circumstances. He loves knitting in the seclusion of his apartment, where he lives alone with his cat Molly, and he always keeps his living space tidy and locked up tight, taking comfort in a small space where he can be alone and safe. There is something he, nor anyone else knows, he takes comfort in fear. He feels fear so regularly it has become normal, and he is able to think more clearly in terrifying situations, becoming emboldened and possibly even defiant under the right circumstances. That is to say, he’s a veteran of fear, strong in mind. Though strong in mind, his muscle strength is extremely lacking, and he would probably not be able to fend for himself without a weapon.

Introductions: Mun

Hi, I’m Billy (no, not the Loomis one), I’m 21, and I’ve been roleplaying online since I was twelve. I’m mobile-Tumblr bound, so sorry if my banner or format is weird! I’ve recently started hyperfixating on Scream (mostly the 1996 film and Dead By Daylight) and I’d like to roleplay in this fandom! I’m honestly not sure that people are still interested in roleplaying for this fandom, but I’m hoping there are some characters out there, especially Billies and Stu’s, maybe even some Dannies! I’m open to roleplaying outside of the movie, but I don’t know much about the franchise besides Scream (1996) and Dead By Daylight. I enjoy doing my roleplay via reblogs and writing 3-4 paragraphs per reblog, I can adapt to my partner’s roleplay style if asked! I also like to joke around or comment on the roleplays in tags such as: “((OOC: Holy shit bro just did a flip))”. Small note: Please interact with this post if interested!

Boundaries

I am seeking interaction with canon characters, but OC’s are fine too!

I’m fine with AU’s, different settings, and other things along those lines! I’m very flexible when it comes to roleplays, just ask me about the AU or scenario you want and I’ll most likely be down for it!

I’m fine with gore, stalking, violence, horror, etc. I mean, it’s Scream!

I’m open for romance between characters, but only male ones in accordance to Jermey’s orientation.

There are smaller boundaries I have, but it would take a while to list them here. Ask me before we start a roleplay about anything you think could be a possible boundary-breaker!

Tags

Active roleplays will be tagged: “🔇Stay quiet! He’ll hear you.”.

Out of character posts will be tagged: “‼️Billy! Billy! He’s in the house!��

[sleepingdeath-light]

hey:D ‼️ slashers x a femme bimbo reader? i would love michael, tommy, vincent+ bo, and jennifer? (whoever else u choose is fine) please and thank you!

Bimbo S/O Headcanons | Multiple Slashers (18+)

thank you for requesting, anon!

reader is assumed as being female and a bimbo

there’s no sex described, but there’s a lot of sexual talk around the reader, hence the smut tag

this includes : billy lenz, brahms heelshire, carrie white, jennifer check, michael myers, the sinclair twins & thomas hewitt

minors and ageless blogs will be blocked

billy lenz

billy is a pervert by nature and would have sexualised you irrespective of how you acted or what you wore (when there’s a will, there’s a way and all of that)

but you being a bimbo made it all so much easier and so much more enjoyable for the unknown voyeur

it seemed like everything you did have him an erection as he stared at you through cracks in the ceiling and walls and doors

how your short pink skirt would ride up and show your pretty panties whenever you bent over or sat down

how your tight white shirt did little to hide your breasts or the fact that you’d opted to go braless

the way you frequently stumbled and tripped in those pink heels — exposing your ass to him more often than even he could have wished for

all of that was enough of a dream come true, but the moment you picked up the phone and he got a true exposure to your delightfully ditzy and naively trusting persona this man was a goner

you were his dream-girl through-and-through

his pretty piggy who’s only good at taking billy’s thick cock into her dumb holes

his bimbo that has no chance of escaping him or his lewd calls and comments

of course you were his the moment you stepped foot in his house, but you continuously exposing yourself for him (as he perceived it, anyway) just gave him the go ahead to claim you entirely

and you’d best believe that he’ll want you dressing as sluttily as possible at all times

bo sinclair

although he tends to present himself as the perfect southern gentleman at first glance, bo is a verifiable pervert with pretty much no shame

it would have taken a remarkable amount of self restraint for him to keep up the act in front of your group — especially with you looking and acting like that

tight shirt, mini skirt and a body that he just wanted to lose himself in

god it was like you were made for him, but that could wait until he had splintered your group

but until then, he sated himself by glancing down your top whenever you leaned forwards, lifting up your skirt whenever he got the chance and catching you whenever you tripped (getting away with many less-than-innocent touches due to your obliviousness)

his advances get more and more aggressive and obvious as your group is picked off one by one until you’re the only one left untouched and somehow still oblivious to your situation

and bo finds himself torn between keeping you around as an alibi and a good fuck, or just using and discarding you to vincent as he’d done before

in the end, of course, he ends up deciding to let you live whilst putting on a whole show of wooing you so that you think you’re staying willingly — justifying it by saying you’ll help future “tourists” feel at home

but his brothers can tell that he’s grown more than a little fond of your presence (beyond, even, your sex appeal and naïveté — shockingly to all involved, he actually seems to care)

brahms heelshire

you were not what anyone in the heelshire family were looking for when they sought out a nanny

you were clumsy and naive; not being able to do much in education or housework without inevitably messing something up

you were a veritable slut without the intent; with tiny skirts and translucent shirts that could barely even be considered clothing and that certainly weren’t conducive with the image they wanted to present as a family

but, to brahms, you were perfect

the perfectly dainty damsel in distress for him to leer and gawk at from behind the walls as you went about your day hopelessly attempting to abide by his schedule

and whilst you frequently forgot certain rules, he let you off — equally because he knew you weren’t acting intentionally and because he loved watching you too much to let you go

his favourite times of day were those that necessitated you coming into contact with water or bending over because they gave him the most wonderful views of your body that often appeared in his masturbation fantasies

loves the way you coo over and jokingly scold his doll — actually just loves hearing you say his name and talk to “him”

is much more possessive and protective when it comes to anyone bringing supplies to the house because of, well, everything about you

like it’s all well and good having a pretty little thing with nice tits and ass to stare at all day and night, but issues arise when somebody else gets to look at what’s his

and even if you’re too ditzy and naive to recognise the grocery boy’s intentions, brahms is all too aware of what goes on in a man’s head

and he may just take it upon himself to show everyone, including you, what happens when someone touches what belongs to him

carrie white

carrie was brought up in a highly conservative christian background — so, needless to say, your presence itself would be a significant shock to the poor girl

everything about you is a complete upturning of the values she was raised with, from your personality to the way you dressed

god, the way you dressed was sin personified and every time she caught herself staring she’d mutter a quick prayer for forgiveness

tight white shirts, short pink skirts and high pink heels — a recipe for disaster that she found herself drawn to

those miniskirts would so frequently ride up your thighs and expose your tiny pink panties to anyone who dared to look whenever you stalled in readjusting them (though they were always short enough to expose those thighs of yours)

those shirts that would turn wonderfully transparent whenever you got even slightly damp (be that through rain or spillage) and exposed your otherwise bare chest to prying eyes

those heels that were the cause of so many incidents like those above

and, values be damned, she was more thankful for your obliviousness than anything else as she didn’t know what she’d do if you recognised the way her peers leered at you

how she looked at you with so much lust, with eyes that lingered too long to be innocent on your chest and the apex of your thighs and your ass

how she thought of you whenever she touched herself, one hand balled up in a fist that she bit down on to muffle herself whilst the other crept between her legs to toy with her puffy lips and swollen clit and seeping hole

you, in all of your naïveté and clumsiness, were at the centre of all of her fantasies and she wanted nothing more than to keep you in the dark about it all for as long as possible

jennifer check

you and her will almost inevitably end up sharing clothing and/or accessories because your styles match so well

date nights will consist of you sharing skincare routines and doing each other’s makeup

she uses your nature and appearance to her benefit, ramping up her sexuality with you in public to help lure in men for her to kill and feed on

she repays you with plentiful sex, affection and spoiling with money she gets from her “boyfriends”

will shamelessly ogle you whenever you lean forwards or bend over and gets a kick out of flustering you just as much as when she gets away with being a complete perv

gropes you in public like all of the time and usually plays it off as innocent or accidental — would stop if you asked, though

50/50 whether she lets you in on what she’s doing so you can help or strings you along as an accomplice

loves how oblivious you are and gets off on the power dynamic between you and her as the more experienced, dominant partner

buys you the most transparent, slutty, short clothes that she can find for you both so you can match, she can get food, and she can see as much of you as possible at all times

she will shift targets on a dime if she notices someone getting too close to comfort and taking advantage you in the same way she does — and she makes a point to show everyone that you’re very much so taken

makes you wear underwear that she chooses so anyone else ogling you gets a blatant reminder of who you belong to

michael myers (any)

initially michael found your demeanour more annoying and inconvenient than anything else

you were attractive, of course, but your clumsiness and obliviousness just made him frustrated — made him want to stalk you to force you to notice the word around you

and he did. for well over a month

even going into your home and standing over you as you slept, rearranging things in your house, anything to get you to notice that something was up

but you never did

even when he confronted you on your walk home and started following you, very obviously, you just chatted with him as if nothing was wrong and how much of a coincidence it was you were going the same way

you even complimented his mask — which immediately made you more tolerable

and almost made up for the dozen times he’d watched you trip over thin air or otherwise expose yourself to people unintentionally

after a while he even became somewhat protective, targeting people that were sexually aggressive or otherwise weird towards you to get his frustrations out before returning to his routine of stalking you

at one point he began to masturbate to the sight of you — which he’d never been able to do given his life being spent entirely in an institution with no privacy

he takes full advantage of your naïveté to tease and manipulate you, especially after you realise who he is

he just signs that he won’t hurt you if you let him stay with you and don’t tell anyone he’s there

and you oblige

and he doesn’t hurt you

the only real change is having to deal with him shamelessly staring at you all of the time, but after you get together you don’t really mind so it’s not really that big of a deal

thomas hewitt

everything about you seems perfectly engineered to turn this poor man into a flustered, red-in-the-face, 404-ing mess

you’re not exactly what his mother had raised him to look for in a woman but that made you somehow more attractive? like a forbidden fruit in a sense

your high high heels that you constantly tripped over weren’t exactly made for life in their rural town but your confidence in them made him reluctant to have you change

those teeny-tiny shorts and skirts left nothing to the imagination when it came to those smooth, long legs and those brightly coloured thongs you wore and caused him a lot of trouble whenever he caught a glimpse of you and ended up dropping his tools

your thin white shirts that hoyt always managed to get wet somehow were incredibly form fitting and gave him the perfect view of your chest

but whilst your body and sexuality haunted his mind and left him wanting and guilty when he’d reach between his legs for relief at the end of the day — it was your demeanour that captured his heart and endeared him to you

your naïveté kept you up and out of the way of the family’s dirtier dealings and meant they didn’t have to hide anything too hard as you believed whatever they promised to you

he felt bad for lying but he also knew it was a necessary evil

and your clumsy nature meant that any guests felt more at ease around you, joking around and letting their guard down to flirt with you which made his job a whole lot easier

so, needless to say, you were definitely a good investment for the family even if you kept unintentionally torturing poor thomas with your displays of sexuality and femininity throughout the house

vincent sinclair

you immediately caught vincent’s eye when you entered ambrose because of how different you were from your companions

your clothes were more revealing and feminine: all light colours, cropped edges, frills, pastels and the whole nine yards

definitely a far cry from the muted neutrals and heavy jumpers that he usually saw

more artistically inspiring, barbie like even

it made you attractive, certainly, but it also made him want to preserve you as an art piece even more — he wanted to capture your beauty permanently

but then your personality endeared you to him

you were immediately kind and trusting towards his twin, which painted you as a very naïve person but the genuine way you defended him and scolded your friends for interrupting the ��funeral” caught his heart

hell, even bo seemed taken a back by your demeanour (before trying to look down your shirt, of course)

and then there was the clumsiness that gave him the perfect view of each and every angle of your body that those short, tight clothes did little to hide as you stumbled and tripped over your heels in the museum

even gentlemen have their limits and, from what he justified as artistic curiosity, he indulged himself in plenty of looks

you even made him chuckle a few times when you apologised to the figures you fell onto

all of it, to him, made you seem so much better than your companions — someone worth saving and keeping as a living art piece in ambrose

it wouldn’t be hard to convince his brothers, they were always talking about needing some company

and, beside, you didn’t strike him as the sort to be hard to lie to

so if you believed your friends abandoned you, maybe you’d be happy to stay with them — and, maybe, you’d never have to learn about the truth of ambrose and it’s wax museum

and he’d get to ogle you all he liked from behind the safety of his mask (only as an artist, of course! he’d never sexualise you… or at least he tries to claim as much to himself)

[sugawhaaa]

Woosan one-shot

💋Masterpiece💋

Warnings::SMUT

pairing:: dom!woosan x sub!fem!reader

Genre:: 3some (?) Oral (f/m rec) fingering, praise, pet names, ‼️gagging‼️tit fucking, anal play, spit play, double penetration, double creampie, nipple play, aftercare <3

A/N:: I started writing and scripting out my kinktober today...oh lord I'm so excited ����🙏 I'm genuinely praying it does good

🎧::

How did I get here? You think to yourself as Wooyoung pushes your head closer to San's hips and you squint your eyes shut. The last thing you saw before you shut your eyes was the base of San's massive cock as Wooyoung pushed your head.

Earlier that day you had been walking around the house completely shirtless, only your lace bra was covering your chest. You did it to tease the boys a little bit and simply because you wanted to. If they could walk around shirtless why couldn't you? But as you were making yourself some lunch you feel two cold wide hands slide from your back down around to your hips before locking their arms around your waist.

You could tell by the muscles and way he moved his hands that it was San. He then nuzzles his face into the back of your neck, inhaling softly to soak up your scent. “Someone's cuddly today,” you chuckle and he groans softly.

“More than cuddly baby,” he chuckles before stepping back. He flips around, standing next to you with his lower back pressed against the corner of the counter. “What's with the…” he lowers his eyes down to your chest, his eyebrows raised slightly. You shrug and take a bite out of your lunch.

“Just felt like it,” you say between chews and San bites his lip discreetly.

“I see. You should be careful though,” San leans closer to you, his eyes traveling down occasionally.

“Why though? You walk around shirtless all the time so why is it a big deal when I do it?” You put a hand to your hip before taking another bite from your wrap.

“Haha, darling I'm not saying you can't…if anything I think you should do it a bit more~” he bites his lip again as he looks down at your cleavage. He smirks softly before looking back up at you. “I'm all about this feminism stuff of course and you're free to do whatever you want but I'm afraid little Wooyoung, mmm, he has his moments especially when it comes to…you,” he smirks as he looks up at you before taking a bite from your wrap. He stands up and turns to leave. He raises a hand, waving backwards. “Just warning you~”

You stand there, fumbling at the interaction you just experienced and you feel a rush of excitement course through your body. Your little plan to get the two of them worked up was clearly working.

As you finish your lunch you decide to take it to the next level and take off your skirt, leaving yourself in your undergarments. You sit at the kitchen table as you play on your phone. You then hear a few footsteps and your heart races. You look up to see Wooyoung. He looks back at you and finally processes what you are wearing, or more like what you aren't wearing. He instantly turns around and rubs his palms over his face with a huff before turning back.

“What are you doing?” He says as he quickly approaches you.

“Uhm playing on my phone,” you look up at him with a shrug and he growls at your ignorance.

“I mean what are you trying to do!” He whines as he gestures to your body. “Don't tell me you plan to walk around like this all day?” He huffs and you shrug.

“Why not? You walk around in your boxers all the time. Why can't I just wear this?” You set your phone down and he smirks softly.

“Oh baby you are so innocent aren't you?” He says as he hungrily looks you up and down and he sighs softly. He sits down at the table, sitting next to you. He spreads his legs, a lot wider than usual may I add, and rests his elbows on the table. “Do you want attention, doll?” He raises a brow at you and you are taken aback by his calmness. You look away slightly and he holds your chin, drawing you back to look at him. “Hey? If there's something you want, you can talk to me,” he sounds sincere and almost, sympathetic? This was rare for Wooyoung. Usually he'd slam you against the wall and shove his fingers into you until you're crying, admitting the truth. But you still deny him.

“No, I'm okay,” you smile and put a hand to his. “Thank you for checking in,” you rub the back of his hand with your thumb.

“In that case…” he looks down, before drawing his eyes back to yours. “Come sit on my lap, right here,” he pats his thigh and you awkwardly do as he asked, sitting down on his thigh. You situate yourself and get comfortable. “There baby,” he wraps his arms around your waist, locking you against his body. “Now you're all mine,” he leans in and licks the back of your neck. He traces circles with his tongue and you find yourself blushing and leaning into his touch. He brings his hands up to your breasts, massaging them and pressing them together. As he roams his hands all over your body you find yourself being watched by an uninvited visitor.

“I didn't know how long he was going to be able to wait,” San shakes his head as he watches Wooyoung grope you. “Come on you two, let's take it to the bedroom,”

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And that is how you found yourself here. Wooyoung pushes your head closer to San's hips and you squint your eyes shut. The last thing you saw before you shut your eyes was the base of San's massive cock nearing as Wooyoung pushed your head.

“That's it, take it all,” Wooyoung whispers words of praise as forces you to take more of Sans length. You feel San's cock hit the back of your throat and Wooyoung smiles widely. “Good girl, good fucking girl,” he pulls your hair back out of your face and makes a ponytail in his fist. San throws his head back with a moan and your mouth softens around him, relaxing.

“You're doing so good baby,” San growls and Wooyoung smirks. Wooyoung guides your head back and forth, Sans tip rubbing against the back of your throat and you whimper. Wooyoung pulls your head back before pushing you back, all the way down. You gag softly and Wooyoung smirks.

“That's it. Look at you, taking him all in your mouth~” Wooyoung whispers in your ear, his breath making your body tingle. Wooyoung continues to tease you as he forces your head roughly up and down San's cock before noticing San nearing the edge.

“I'm gonna fill your mouth baby. You think you can take that? Of course you can, our little cum dump,” San hissed as he thrust into your mouth making you gag continuously before stopping. The two of them hold your head down as San empties his load into your mouth, shooting down your throat. San pulls out and you cough softly, tears streaming down your cheeks as a natural reaction. “Open wide,” Wooyoung urges as he rubs your bottom lip and you do as he said, opening your mouth.

“She swallowed it all! Good girl!” San praises and rubs your face softly. You can't help but smile at their praise.

“Now stay open like that,” wooyoung pats the side of your face gently before standing up and as soon as you see him stand next to San and pump his cock a few times in front of your face you knew you were in trouble. The two of them rest the tip of their cocks on your lips before slowly inching inside your mouth. At the same time. You had never felt two cocks in your mouth at the same time and it was…overwhelming. Your eyes widened at first but with their reassuring words you started to get used to it, if not enjoy it.

“Do you want us to cum in your mouth or your face baby?” San brushes back your hair gently as you bob your head up and down their cocks, trying your best to please.

“S-She can't answer you when her mouth is full of cock,” Wooyoung explains between whimpers and moans.

“I know but I don't wanna make her uncomfortable,” San whines before looking back down at you, adoring every bit of you. Wooyoung somehow felt the opposite. He loved you so much that he wanted to break you, make him yours, fuck you until you sob in pleasure.

You pull both of them out of your mouth for a minute to gasp for air. You continue to jerk them both off as you catch your breath. “Where do you want it?” San asks again, more breathless this time.

“Both,” you breathe out and San smiles.

“Excellent answer, don't you agree Wooyoung?” San turns to his friend before moaning as you take them into your mouth again.

“Agreed. What do you wanna do San? I'll do either whether I cum on her face or down her throat at least I know she's mine,” Wooyoung growls as he begins to thrust into your face.

“I wanna cum on her face,” San moans as his cock begins to twitch. You whimper softly as the two of them gag you with their length and Wooyoung smirks.

“Good girl,” Wooyoung moans before thrusting as well, faster than San however. And then you feel San pull out and rest his dick on your face as he continues to stroke it gently. Ropes of cum splurge out from the little slit in his tip onto your face and you can't help but moan. Wooyoung surges forward and gags you harshly as he empties himself into your throat.

“Oh yes baby,” San finally relaxes as his cock softens on your face. Wooyoung pulls out and follows suit, softening up as they gasp for air.

“You did such a good job,” Wooyoung fumbles over to the bed and sits down on it. You and San follow after him, cuddling up in the bed. San lays to the right of you and wooyoung snuggles up to the left. San gently circles your nipples as you lay there. Wooyoung however is feeling more daring, traveling his fingers down to your pussy. He runs his fingers up and down the folds gently as he watches your chest heave. “You're so messy…do you want to wash up before we continue?” Wooyoung offers and San waits for your reaction. You shake your head and they smile.

San abruptly leans down and sucks your nipple into his mouth. You inhale sharply before moaning at the sensation. Wooyoung grins at the show displayed before him but he can't stand feeling left out. He begins to rub your clit in gentle little circles. They're touches were gentle and soft but eager and passionate. With all of this affection from the two of them you didn't know what to do. Where do you rest your hands? Where do you look or what do you watch? What more can escape your lips besides moans and whimpers?

Somehow the two of them could understand your internal conflict and guided you. Wooyoung took your jaw in his palm and guided you to look at him. San then took one of your hands in his, rubbing it softly as he continued to lick and suck your nipple. “Relax darling, you're so tense,” he rubs your cheek softly as his fingers inch lower. “can I fuck this tension outta you baby? I'll make your whole body feel so much…better” he slides his fingers into your sopping wet cunt as he whispers the last word into your ear.

San however is not appreciating the lack of attention on him. He gently unlocks his hand from yours as his tongue and mouth travel higher. He leaves dark hickeys on your neck as his hands massage your tits.

Meanwhile Wooyoung's fingers curl at that gummy spot continuously and you find yourself whimpering and squirming. “That's right, soak it all up baby. Feel how good we make you feel,” he begins to slide his fingers out and back in at a slow yet steady pace. Your walls cling to his fingers each time he slides them out, adding a wet and sticky sound to the room.

San begins to trail little circles around your neck with his tongue and flicks your nipples, occasionally pinching them.

“I'm close,” you whimper out and Wooyoung grins before pounding his fingers into you.

“Yes, cum on my fingers,” he says as he speeds his fingers up until he feels you shatter. Your back arches up and San's hands follow, fiddling with your nipples as you try to escape him. Your legs shake and begin to close around Wooyoungs arm but he doesn't slow down or stop.

“Look at her face,” San comments as he separates his mouth from your skin. “She looks like a little hentai girl~” San teases in your ear and you whine. “Yeah you like this huh? All the attention, being used, being fucked by two big men~” he whispers in your ear as you tip over the edge. “That's it, just like that~” San begins to massage your breasts as your body rides the waves of pleasure.

“Who's our good little hentai slut?” Wooyoung whispers in your other ear as he slips his fingers out of you.

“M-Me,” your face burns red at their closeness and teasing.

“That's right, you are,” Wooyoung growls. “Now open those little lips,” wooyoung encourages softly and you do as he asked. He slips his middle finger into your mouth and the salty sweet liquid sticks to your tongue. As Wooyoung rolls his finger around your tongue he cocks his head back for San to move and he does with pleasure. “That's it, suck my finger, good girl,” wooyoung slides another finger into your mouth and parts them slightly, opening your mouth and spreading your lips. He then repositions himself to sit on top of your torso. He doesn't apply his body weight on you but his cock is resting between your breasts and you can instantly tell what he wants.

Meanwhile San moves downward and rests his head between your thighs and suddenly he begins suckign and licking your folds. You moan, wide eyed at the sudden pleasure from San. “Shh, Shh, you're doing so good baby,” Wooyoung runs his free hand through your hair before taking one of your hands and urging it to the outer side of your breast. He does the same with your other hand. “Hold your tits just like this baby, fuck yeah~” wooyoung begins to thrust his length between your breasts. His tip pressing against your chin occasionally as he rocks his hips. “Good girl, good pretty girl,” he moans.

On San's end his tongue is poking and prodding right at your entrance, slipping his tongue inside you as he rubs your clit. After a while of teasing your slit he slides his tongue lower, and lower until…

You gasp loudly as San begins to poke his tongue into your tight hole. You whimper and Wooyoung slides his fingers out of your mouth and looks down at you. “What's up baby?” He breathes out as his hips never falter.

“S-San,” you whimper before feeling Sans finger approach your entrance and slip into your wetness. You continue to squirm and wiggle before San pulls back.

“Wooyoung can you hold her legs?” He looks up at Wooyoung as mysterious liquid drips from his lips to his chin.

“Seriously? Why can't you hold them?” Wooyoung whines and stops thrusting his hips.

“Because I am fingering her,” San speaks in an annoyed tone.

“Fine but only for a while, I'm trying to do my own thing,” Wooyoung huffs before turning back to you. He moves his hands down and around to grab the backs of your knees and pull them forward. San continues his assault on your holes as Wooyoung thrusts into your tits. “Good girl, you're doing such a good job,” he breathes out as you feel your stomach tightening again. “Fuck baby can you hold your legs up? I'm gonna let go so I can try something else, okay?” And without further warning Wooyoung releases your legs and moves forward. He brings his hips up to about your eye level and pushes his cock down your throat.

You gasp loudly and grab the backs of his thighs as he begins to fuck your face into the pillow. You continue to hold your legs up in the air but with all these sensations you feel your legs bending at the knees. “Oh baby I'm gonna cum soon,” Wooyoung says as he grabs the back of your head, thrusting into it. He suddenly stops thrusting and empties into your mouth as your eyes water.

San on the other hand brings you right over the edge and you feel yourself squirt onto his face. You squint your eyes shut in embarrassment as your legs lock around Sans head. Wooyoung pulls out and instantly moves off of your body to give you room to breathe. San sits up and wipes off his face a little before looking down at you. Cum and saliva dripped from your pussy and your mouth, your chest heaving, arousal spread from your chin down to your tits. You were a masterpiece. You were their masterpiece.

Wooyoung lays next to you on your right and he gently plays with your hair as he praises you. “You did such a good job,” he kisses your cheek. “I'm so proud of you,” he showers you in kisses as San leaves the room, fully naked, to grab you some water. You sit up and watch as San leaves. Wooyoung sits up beside you and cuddles you. Wooyoung always loved cuddles after sex, especially rough sessions like this one. San returns and he hands you a cup of water and you drink it like you've been dehydrated for a week. Wooyoung rubs your back with a smile as San sits in front of you.

“How are you feeling love? Wanna end it off here or keep going?” He asks with a genuine smile and you don't even have to consider the offer before replying.

“I'm still not tired yet,” you reply before setting the cup down on the nightstand.

“Are you sure?” Wooyoung looks at you surprised and you nod.

“I'm sure,” you smile and the two of them chuckle.

“Let me guess, you want us to go inside now hm?” San raises a brow and you nod. “The way we always do it?” San confirms and you nod again, this time more eagerly. You bite your lip softly as you watch San grab a bottle of lube from inside the nightstand. Meanwhile Wooyoung lies down on the bed and strokes himself softly and he has to bite his lip to hold back his moans.

Due to all the craze from earlier Wooyoung was still sensitive and every touch on his cock felt like a Shockwave. You lean over slightly and rub wooyoungs cock a bit too, mainly palming his tip. San sits next to you and hands Wooyoung the lube. Wooyoung squirts a pile of it onto his cock and rubs it in. San sits in front of the two of you watching Wooyoung's hand a little too intently. Wooyoung then scooped you up and laid out on top of him. He lets you adjust comfortably before applying some lube to his fingers and gently rubs his finger on your asshole, poking in every now and then.

“Relax darling, we'll get you there,” wooyoung whispers into your ear as you whimper softly. He dips his index finger inside your hole and you jump softly. San rubs your legs comfortingly, trying to ease the tension.

“You're doing good baby girl,” he smiles warmly and kisses your knee tenderly. You lay back with a sigh as Wooyoung makes sure you're thoroughly coated in lube.

“Okay, you ready baby?” wooyoung kisses your neck. You nod softly and he lets out a little “tut” sound. “Awe baby you need to use your words,” he pumps his finger slowly as he speaks.

“Wooyoung please,” you whine and he chuckles softly.

“Please what?” He teases you further as San impatiently waits. Wooyoung slides his finger out of you and begins to prod at the puckered hole with his cock instead.

“Please fuck my ass,” you whine with pink cheeks and Wooyoung laughs.

“Alright baby,” he kisses your neck one last time before pushing his hips up and slides his cock in. He lets out a deep groan at the feeling. “Fuck it's so tight,” he growls before throwing his head back.

“Good girl, it's all in,” San reassures you before climbing on top of you. He doesn't rush in though, he lets you adjust to wooyoung before even touching you, knowing that it can be a little overwhelming. You quickly adjust though, loosening up around his cock as he begins to perform mini thrusts.

“San,” you speak softly and urge him forward with your hands. He smiles and leans down.

“You ready?” He grins and you nod, attempting to hide your excitement. Wooyoung continues his little thrusts as San lines up with your slit, pushing in slowly but due to all the previous orgasms you were quite literally slippery and San slipped in. The three of you gasp in unison, all feeling the effects of Sans entrance. San, unlike wooyoung, doesn't wait to start thrusting. “Fuck baby, keep squeezing like that,” San breathes out as he continues to steadily thrust. You do as he said and continue to squeeze him, though it wasn't very hard considering how big he was and how much he was stretching you out.

As San continues to thrust you and wooyoung moan nearly in unison due to everyone being connected, but everytime Wooyoung moans or whimpers you hear it loud and clear because his mouth is right at your ear.

The two of them were moving at opposite paces, when San would slide out wooyoung would be pounding back into you and so on. You were never empty this way and it was a surreal feeling. “That's it slut, take our cocks,” Sans thrusts become harsher and faster as sweat builds up on his neck and chest. Your cries grow in volume as you feel the knot tightening in your stomach but San grabs your jaw, forcing you to look at him “No cumming yet, hold on a little longer darling,” he rubs your jawline with his thumb as you nod, holding back your orgasm.

“Can you spit for me darling?” Wooyoung growls in your ear and you look a little surprised.

“O-On what?” You whimper as you hold sans biceps.

“You're chest baby, just pour it out,” wooyoung's hands come up to breasts and massage them roughly, squeezing the plump skin. You do as he asks, building the spit up at the front of your mouth before pouring it out. You feel the warm liquid drip down your lips, to your chin all the way down to the cross between your breasts. “Good girl, you're so cute,” Wooyoungs hands collect the spit and massage it around your breasts. As he does so however his moans grow louder and he starts thrusting in unison. “I'm close!” Wooyoung cries out and his desperate thrusts make you claw at San's biceps, your nails literally digging into his skin. It stings, but it just adds to the sensation for San.

“Yes, keep squeezing, almost there,” San growls and your head begins to spin. There was so much happening at once you literally started seeing stars as your heart throbbed in your ears.

“Can I cum!?” You cry out and the other two can only nod and pant as they approach the edge. Then you let everything spill out. Your body shakes uncontrollably as you feel Wooyoung's thrusts slow down as your ass fills with warmth. San follows after, thrusts slowing down and a familiar warmth fills your insides. Wooyoung's hands become limp as he holds you and his legs prop down. San pats your head before slipping out and laying next to you. The three of you pant together as sweat drips down your bodies.

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You all sit in silence for a moment. Wooyoung then slips out of you and props you up on the pillows. Wooyoung's curiosity peaks and he scoots down to look at your holes.

“Can you open your legs a bit sweetie?” Wooyoung rubs your thigh softly and you do as he asked. He watches as you part your thighs and his eyes light up at the sight. San sees his reaction and moves to look too.

Cream drips down from your holes as your thighs have sticky arousal connecting them together. Your holes were pink and puffy and a sliver of guilt washed over the two of them. They had treated you so roughly but at the same time, they knew how much you enjoyed it. The two of them sit there for a while longer, watching the cream drip down from your holes and you sigh softly.

“Okay baby, we should all get a shower,” San stands up next to you and you stretch slightly. “Here I'll carry you, your body must be exhausted,” San scoops you up effortlessly in bridal style and Wooyoung follows after the two of you.

“I'll get you some more water,” Wooyoung takes the empty glass of water from earlier and refills it with pure cold water. San takes you into the bathroom and sets you in the tub before grabbing the shower head and turning it on. He washes your body off first and tries to avoid getting your hair wet.

“Do you want to wash your hair?” He asks softly and you shake your head. He smiles with a nod and gets you to spread your legs a little. He uses the softest setting on the showerhead and uses water that isn't too hot to wash off your folds and down to your ass as well. “You did so good,” he kisses your head before turning off the shower. Wooyoung returns with the cup of water and offers it to you. You take a few large gulps before handing the cup back to him. You smile warmly as San wraps you up in a towel like a burrito and pats you dry. “You go back to bed and me and Wooyoung will rinse off and join you in a minute,” San kisses you softly before urging you off to your room.

“We're showering, together~?” Wooyoung smirks and San frowns.

“No, I'm showering first by the way,”

[thewritersofdeceased]

Could you rank the TBP boys ( Ghost crew + Finney ) in a x render type of way , wich who will be more and less faster in proposing to their partner in a future ? Than you for reading, your writing inspires me <]

I’m so glad my writing inspires you!! This was absolutely a blast to write!! ‼️🫶 I did it as headcanons and x reader vibes!! It's a bit easier for me, but I will fix it when I get done with all my requests!! (I promise just pls remind me if I forget :( )

TBP BOYS AND WHO IS MORE OR LESS LIKELY TO PROPOSE IN A FUTURE!

BRUCE YAMADA

out of all the boys, I'd think Bruce would be the first one to propose to his partner!

He'd probably do it at once of his games after his team wins

Like those sappy marriage videos you'd see on your fyp

definitely made it a surprise for months.

Hell, he'd do it with a ring pop if it made you happy

literally asked you if you'd say yes if he married you one day

Silence lingered the field as Bruce and Y/N laid underneath the clouds. On a blanket that the ravenette had brought, a sudden questioned popped out of him. "Hey, Y/N? " He started, earning a hum in response from the other. "Do you think.. if one day in the future would you marry me? Or say yes?" He then asked, sitting up properly to face the other.

"Marriage? I never thought about it." Y/N responded, sitting up slightly, using their arms to hold themself up. It took them a couple seconds, but a smile formed on their face as they thought about it "I mean, yeah. You're sweet, kind, caring. Who wouldn't say yes to marrying you?" They then asked, tilting their head at Bruce.

Of course, Bruce smiled at the answer, nodding his head to it. Then it was official. He'd marry them one day. Whether with a ring pop or with an official ring. One day. He swore.

ROBIN ARELLANO

Robin, out of all the boys, was probably the 2nd one to even think of marriage.

Definetly plans it ahead with Finney or one of the other boys

no way did he plan it all on his own.

He'd be a bi nervous asking you about it, probably fidgeting or something

He knows his family isn't exactly on the richer side, so he's more nervous about getting an actual ring

since he wanted to join the war for his dad, he'd propose to you before he left for war.

Robin sat quietly in the park, tossing what looked like a ball in the air. He'd stole it from Bruce, well, more so found the ball near the baseball fields and claimed it as his own. Y/N Sat besides him, reading whatever sorts of book they had. Though they looked to Robin when hearing the boy speak to them.

"You ever think about marriage?" He'd ask them, no longer tossing the ball in the air and now looking to meet Y/N's eyes. He could see the slight look of confusion on their face, but tilted his head only. The gears were turning slowly in Y/N's mind as they fished for an answer.

Placing their book down into their lap and gently taking a hold of Robin's hands, they'd merely smile. "If this is your way of asking if we'll ever get married in the future, the answer's yes." Now that gave Robin the answer and motivation he needed to even think about the whole ring situation he'd been in.

BILLY SHOWALTER

Bily's a bit iffy on the whole marriage thing, but he'd eventually succumb to it!

He wants it to be perfect when he decides to marry you in the future

He'd try and ask earlier in the day, during one of the days he does his paper routes!

He writes the question down on a sticky note and puts said note in the paper

Look, he's nervous okay? he's trying his best.

Gets Griffin to try and help him out, when that don't work he goes to the others.

Placing his bike down gently on your yard, Billy made his way towards the comforting house you resigned in. He enjoyed it. Rover sat by the bike, waiting patiently as the dirty blonde made his way up to your steps. A small smile was on his face as he eventually knocked on the door, his smile widening more when you opened the door.

"Hey sunshine.” He’d greet. Sunshine was your nickname he’d given you after seeing you in the sunlight, specifically in his mother’s camera. So he stuck with the nickname Sunshine. Going into his bag and grabbing a newspaper, he held it out to you, smile remaining as he spoke again. “Here’s your pape for the day.” He spoke, faking a New York accent. Just for fun!!

He took a couple seconds before he would leave, smiling when he soon realized you had read exactly what he'd written on the sticky note. "Of course I'll marry you, Moonlight." You two were basically the sun and moon, and Billy knew exactly what kind of rings to get you two.

FINNEY BLAKE

Finney's a bit more cautious to get married, but he really wants to

He's just super nervous about it and doesn't know the exact way to approach

He tries to use anything you've told him to his advantage

He's one of the boys who has to read off of something, he's that shaky and nervous.

But when it comes to asking you about it during childhood, he asks you in the confinement of his room

You and Finney were currently sitting together in his bedroom, doing different homework for different classes. He was doing work for science, you were doing work for {subject}. Out of nowhere, in what sounded like a shaky tone, Finney spoke up. "Y/N? If we're still together in the future, and I asked you to marry me, would you say yes?"

The question was sudden, but it made a small smile form on Y/N's face as they placed their pencil down and sat up properly to look at Finney. "Yes. Yes I would." They spoke softly, reassuring the brunette boy. Of course he was nervous, gently taking their parents hands into their own.

"Of course I'd marry you."

GRIFFIN STAGG

Griffin's seen what marriage can do to a person.

So he's actually really fucking nervous to marry anyone,

He doesn't want it to end up like his parents marriage so he's super cautious to even think about marriage

Though he uses words in books to ask you if you would one day

you just gotta give him the time to not be so nervous and think about it

The library was you and Griffin's favorite place to go, or the cafe just outside of Denver. Anyone who knew Griffin knew how much the kid loved to read. In his hands now was a normal sized book. It was paperback, not being hardcover. The name of the book was "Blackmoore", the artist being "Julianne Donaldson". He had a calm look on his face as you read whatever you had chosen to grab, whether it was horror, drama, romance, etc.

After a couple seconds, Griffin gently tapped the table, trying to get y/n attention, and when he did, he slid the book over, his index finger pointing to what he wanted y/n to pay attention to. A quote stated, "“You are brave and loyal and true. You have such a good heart." He held my hand close to his chest and covered it with his other hand. "It is only afraid. But I would take such good care of it, love, if you would give it to me."

Just seeing how he was hinting about something including marriage, it made y/n chuckle as they watched Griffin mess with his hands. Gently tapping the table and catching Griffin's attention, Y/N would sign(ASL) "I'd marry you if it meant you were always smiling."

VANCE HOPPER

Vance saw what marriage did to his parents, so he's not really excited to think about it

His parents aren't even divorced yet, but he still is nervous

He doesn't want his marriage to end up like his parents

he also doesn't trust his parents to show up if they ever got married

asks you while at the grab n'go

"Hey, babe." Vance was first to speak, even if all of his attention was focused on the pinball machine he'd love. A soft hum escaped Y/N as they looked at Vance, their brow raised and head tilted. "If I beat my high-score, you think one day you'd marry me?" He questioned.

Which resulted in soft chuckles escaping Y/N. They weren't laughing at Vance, no. They were laughing at the fact Vance was willing his high score for it. A soft hum escaped before they answered the blonde's question.

"If you can beat it by the time we're adults, babe." They replied, letting out even more soft laughs and nodding their head. "Then yeah, if you can, I'll say yes."

[slxshrfvcker]

Jealousy, Jealousy

A complete rewrite of a requested post on my main tumblr @whisqeringwqlker (i barely use that anymore)

(This is the request by @walking-anxious-disaster made like a year or two ago 😭)

⚠️‼️MINORS DO NOT INTERACT‼️⚠️

Content warnings; Billy ‘cheating’, jealousy, fem!reader, confessions, angst, SMUT (oral w/ fem receiving, orgasm denial teasing, p in v sex) pregnancy worries(?)

Billy was getting pretty distant now days, and you were sure it was because of that Sidney girl from the third period that he recently met along side Stu and his girl…

See, you and Billy were the best of friends, tightest pair in the school, basically glued at the hip (well, besides him and Stu) and had been since you two were toddlers, maybe a bit older, as you two had met in preschool, and unknowingly formed a tight packed bond that would pretty much make sure you two were inseparable.

It seemed like every single night before Sidney he was at your house, watching those cheesy horror movies, or staying the night when he and his dad got into it over the smallest of things. Your mother always welcomed him at the house, happily letting him eat at the dinner table when he stayed and even stay in your room with the door shut, because she believed the two of you weren’t those kinds of friends and mature enough to not do anything stupid.

And now? He barely even called you, or visited your house. He wasn’t hanging out much with you anymore, only taking Stu with him to hang out with their other friends that just so happened to include Sidney Prescott. You felt alone, betrayed and upset about it, so you too started to pretty much completely avoid him, the others, and Stu. You would find yourself focusing your bitter, jealous gaze at Sidney, and would gave an excuse that you had to go to class or something to escape Billy's company if he tried to approach you. In all honesty Billy was sort of concerned about the fact you were constantly running away from him or busy with something if he did try to engage with you. It never clicked in his brain that you were just jealous, he thought he had done something wrong himself.

It was now Monday, and the sixth period had just ended, school was finally over and was letting their students out and you couldn’t be more glad about this, shoving your things into your school bag and rushing out of the classroom, you blew past Billy who was walking his way over to you after he saw you leave your classroom in such a hurry. Billy was simply coming up to invite you over to Stu’s place for a movie night, a small smile on his lips and his hand raised up as he was about to speak, but as soon as you noticed him you ducked your head down and sped-walked passed him, shoulder brushing his on the way out the school doors and you disappeared within the crowd of students. He stood there with shock on his face and his hand falling down to his side, absolutely confused to hell about why that had just occurred. He looked around in embarrassment before going to find Stu to walk to his car and go home with him.

Once you got home, your mother emerged from the kitchen with a bright smile as she dried off a dish, asking you how your day went, but with a fake smile and a hand raised to dismiss her, you gave her an excuse, saying you had homework to do and you wanted to work on it before it got too late. You went up to your bedroom and locked the door behind you as per usual since you enjoyed the privacy and your mother never thinks to knock. You sat cross-legged on your bed, grabbing your books from your bag and opening them up, taking a pencil and starting to scribbled down some lines under some pointers on what the teacher talked about that day before starting the actual assignment.

A thud at your window startled you, your head snapping up and looking at it in horror as it started sliding up, a cool breeze blowing into your room and rustling your papers. Albeit a little startled, you stood up off your bed, glancing around with a split second decision to grab anything to protect yourself before your eyes focused on an empty glass vase on the nightstand. Grabbing it quickly, you raised it up and snuck closer to the window, ready to bring it down upon the head of your intruder. The amount of relief that flooded you to see that it was only Billy caused you to exhale loudly, hand going to rest on your chest as you moved to your nightstand, placing the vase back down. “Billy, you shouldn’t be here.” You said coldly, a little too harsh than meant to be. Billy’s brows puzzled as he got in through the window, standing there while fiddling with some things on your dresser that sat by the window. “Well you were kind of avoiding me and I was worried, so I came over to check on you… are you alright?” He asked finally as his eyes met yours, taking a few strides closer to your bed as you moved to sit on it.

With a soft huff, you closed your books and stacked them on the side of your nightstand, taking a look at Billy who moved to sit carefully on your bed since he knew the frame was pretty old and the wood was starting to split. You rolled your eyes at the concern and waved your hand as a dismissal. “Sorry I’ve been so busy Billy, but it’s kind of more important than friends right now," You half assed explained.

Honestly he didn't buy any of those words you just said, but only nodded in somewhat of an understanding. "I'm a bit worried about you, Y/N/N. You’re avoiding me and acting all weird whenever I hang out with Stu and the others." He said, moving a bit to lean his upper back against the fragile wooden frame, wincing a bit as it creaked under his weight.

"I uh,” you didn���t know what to say to that, it was odd coming from him of all people. You frowned before avoiding all eye contact as you gathered the courage to admit to him why you’ve been this way to him and the others. “I’m just, I’m just jealous I guess? Because when you and Sidney started seeing each other I started noticing how much my heart would break each time you two would be so close and I realized that my feelings for you are more than platonic, so I just started avoiding you to save myself the heartbreak and embarrassment.” You seemed to murmur the whole thing, feeling odd emotions bubble in your chest.

"Woah woah woah, you think me and Sidney are dating?" He could almost laugh at that thought. When he noticed your expression his own softened and his hand moved to rest on your knee. “There's nothing going on between us, Y/N. And you could have just told me how you felt in the first place as soon as you figured them out, and this whole encounter wouldn’t have happened." Billy chuckled softly, making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and your eyes sting with tears. "Besides, I feel that way for you too," Billy said all nonchalantly, smirking at the sight of your eyes widening and cheeks blistering with a soft rosy red. “What? Really?” You blinked in surprise at him, tears long forgotten and embarrassment faded.

Billy nodded, moving closer to you. “Yeah, of course… you haven’t noticed?” He laughed, thumb brushing the side of your knee as he gazed at you. A small smile filled your lips as you blushed a deeper shade of red, averting your gaze to meet with his. “I… I guess I haven’t,” you pointed out, swallowing as his gaze seemed to flick from your eyes to your lips, gears in his head turning as he contemplated on just kissing you then and there. “Now that we have that all out of the way,” Billy piped up after a few beads of silence. “Can we experiment a bit? Just the two of us?” He offered.

Confused by what he meant, you looked at him. “And that experiment is…?” You questioned meekly before he just smiled, shuffling closer to you and pressing his forefinger and thumb on your cheek, pulling your face closer to his as he breathed out a simple word. “This,” and with that his lips were upon yours, warm and soft like you imagined. The kiss was smooth and passionate, his lips slotting with yours perfectly as you two dipped into more heated territory. He pulled back at the first sign you both were losing air, and he grinned at you as you panted to catch your breath.

There was a comforting silence between the two of you as you gazed at each other, his thumb brushed your skin and that is what caused you to throw all reason out of the window. With your hands bunching the collar of his baby blue shirt you tugged him closer, pressing your lips to his again in a more heated, passionate, and dirty kiss. His body moved to press closer to yours as his lips moved in sync with yours, your thighs parting to allow him to slot himself between them, his upper body pushing you backwards towards the bed, his weight on top of yours now as his hips slowly ground down against yours, his clothed semi-hard on brushing against your clothes clit, causing you to let out a delicate breathless whimper. A soft groan left his lips at the sound as his lips started to trial down to your exposed collarbone.

“Billy,” you allowed yourself to moan, making him grunt, blood shooting to his cock as he enjoyed hearing you moan his name like that. “Yeah?” He lifted his head to meet your eyes as he kissed along your collarbones and even daring to pull the collar of your shirt down enough to kiss the top of your chest. “Please,” was all you could manage, needing more than just kissing and grinding. “Please what?” He dared, as he pulled back to lift your shirt off you. “Tell me princess,” he kissed and sucked marks along your chest and above your bra line.

“Please don’t make me beg,” you whined, thighs enclosing around his hips as you arched up against him, begging to be touched more. “Then what’s the fun?” Billy smirked against your skin as he pulled back to unhook your bra and toss it across the room, before taking off his own shirt. You swallowed, eyes raking up and down his chest as your hands went up to graze the light brown chest hair across his pecks and the dark pink scar that ran along his sternum. “What’s this from?” You dared, as he kissed along your jaw and neck, humming at your question. “Surgery,” he simply said as he moved his lips down your body, paying extra attention to the spot below your belly button before he got to the button on your denim jeans.

His hands expertly popped the button open and dragged the zipper down, sliding your jeans and underwear off with one fluid motion. He tossed them in the same direction of your bra before his lips kissed and sucked lightly on your folds, before he parted them and licked a broad strip from your dripping hole to your clit, making sure to flick it at the end to feel you jolt against him. He smirked and his arms caged around your knees as he kept your thighs parted, tongue licking circles around your clit and pressing flatly against your seeping hole. Hearing your soft moans caused him to get impossibly harder, aching in his jeans. He ate your pussy like a starved man, tongue delving into your heat before be glided it along your clit again, before starting the same cycle again. Your breaths were picking up and you were mewling under his touch, pussy fluttering from his skilled mouth.

“S-stop teasing!” You whined as you wanted more than this. You felt him smirk before his arm left one of your knees, only to squeak out when you felt his fingertips grazing your hole, his tongue flicking against your clit as they did so. You moaned for him, bucking your hips up. He finally slipped one finger into your needy cunt, curling it once to find your spot, and once he did he added another finger, and then another once you were stretched enough. His skilled tongue and fingers worked you up to the point of teetering of the edge of bliss, but as of off cue he pulled his fingers from you and stopped licking all together. He smirked up at you, his lips and chin glistening with your juices as he gave you a cheeky look.

“Asshole,” you cried out, feeling your orgasm fading. “Please stop teasing Bill,” you let the whimper escape your throat. He chuckled and tutted before letting go of you and undoing his jeans, pulling them off and tossing them across the room with his boxers too. He crawled up your body and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. Moaning out, you felt him reach down and glide his hard on through your wet folds, gathering enough lubricant on his dick before he positioned it at your fluttering hole, gently pushing in enough to get the tip in. He let out a breathless groan as he continued pushing into you at an agonizingly slow pace, letting you adjust to his massive size. He listened to your little mewls and whimpers as he filled you to the brim, bottoming out completely. His forehead pressed against yours as he slowly pulled back from you and the slammed his hips into you again, making your body jolt upwards with the force.

You cried out, hands grasping at his back and shoulder blades, nails raking down his skin as he started to set a somewhat slow but hard pace, his lips kissing yours with fever as he started to pick up speed eventually. Your breaths mingled as his eyes stared deep into yours, brown meet E/C orbs as he thrusted sharply into your cunt. “Billy,” you moaned, pussy fluttering as you needed some more stimulation to get you to your much needed orgasm. He took the sign and reached his hand down between your bodies, finding your clit and brushing his thumb in tight circles against it, which caused your eyes to roll and mouth fall open, tongue lolling out the side. You moaned, getting louder with each passing second until he had to kiss you to silence you, his thumb brushing faster with his movements as he grew closer to his own high.

Within seconds your pussy contracted on his dick and you tumbled into the blissful orgasm you had needed since the start, thighs trembling as you struggled to keep them parted, pussy fluttering and contracting on his cock as he struggled to hold his own orgasm back, thumb and dick working your through yours before he allowed himself to cum, his hips stuttering and stilling, dick buried into yours still-fluttering cunt as he spilled his seed into you, his breathing labored with yours as you both started coming down from your respective highs. He stayed in you for a moment, head pressed to your chest as he tried catching his breath along side you. His eyes were closed and he settled in the bliss of post-orgasm with you until it was rudely interrupted by your mother calling your name from outside your door, jiggling the door handle. “Y/N? Dinner is ready! Cmon!” She called as she went back downstairs. You both looked at eachother and let out soft laughs as he parted from you, pulling his softened cock out of you as he sat back and watched his cum flow out of you, his fingers going over pushing it back in.

You smiled sleepily at him, before realizing the two of you forgot protection. “Oh fuck, Billy we forgot—“ he silenced you with a quick kiss. “Shhh shhh, it’s fine, I doubt it’s gonna make a difference or do anything, and if it does we will handle it, okay?” He said as he got up off the bed and started to dress himself. You frowned before nodding, getting out of bed and getting dressed as well. It wasn’t until you got by your door you noticed the bed tilting to the side, the leg had snapped in the process of your guys’ fucking. You giggled as he noticed it too. “Oh shit,” he laughed with you before you sighed in remembrance of dinner downstairs.

“Do you wanna stay? you can leave through the window and go to the front door to make it seem we didn’t just fuck.” You giggled a bit, and he hummed. “I would love to, Y/N/N, but like you I also have homework to do so I should be getting home… I’ll make it up to you I promise. Okay? I’ll see you at school tomorrow?” He moved to embrace you, and you sighed, smiling and leaning into his touch. “Okay, I’m holding you to that…” you said as he pulled away. “Okay. I love you,” he murmured as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You kissed him back and smiled, waving as he climbed out of the window and disappeared into the night. Sighing you went downstairs, then a thought occurred. How would you explain the bed to your mom?

[quinngefail]

(Had more thoughts about this ask lmao)

Sad/scary below and based on a true story :(

imagine you're Billy the Puppet..... And you see someone you want to be friends with, but he's very elusive and you're also just too shy to say hello. So you find out where he lives and decide you want to have a surprise play date with him :) !!

So you get your favorite suit and bedazzled little shoes on, and ask your bff Mandy to drive you to his house. You need help getting up the stairs anyway, because you can only move around on your tricycle.

So you get to his place (it's a mess!! You'd be willing to help him clean up, even if you're just a silly little puppet ^_^) and Mandy sets you down on a chair to wait for him. She ducks into a nearby room just to make sure all goes well before she leaves!!

You wait for a while, and leave the lights off to surprise your new potential friend. And speaking of, here he is, taking pictures and stuff!! He's so cool!! And you just get so excited that you start laughing, hee hee hoo 😊

...But then........ (scary/sad part warninmg)

He turns to you... And before you can say anything, he starts SWINGING AT YOU WITH A BASEBALL BAT....... Until you can't laugh anymore, and everything goes dark and cold 😭 :( just like your happiness and soul and whimsy...

Crushed and beaten in, like your face (because of the baseball bat in case you forgot) 😔

Lesson is.... don't be friends with anyone‼️! 📝✍️🙅‍♂️

Share/ like/follow if you cried 🙏💔

[jocelynscrazyideas]

I NEED MORE QUINN CONTENT

Hurts | Quinn Hughes x Reader🫶

NOT PROOD READ

🚨‼️none of my blurbs are ever proof read‼️🚨

Summary: Quinn gets defensive in his take of having kids, in order to be happy in a successful relationship, you feel that you need to have a partner that values having their own family. Quinn disagrees and decides to focus on his career, which you agreee and support, but you bring up having to split. Quinn makes a decision…

Warnings: physical contact, no abuse, argument if kids?

A:N- Ik you prob meant some smut, but I’m in a mood and I decided to write something else🫶 Quinn smut coming next after a Jack smut!

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I told myself that I would stand up for myself, I would never let a man tell me what to do. I’m an independent woman, who occasionally lets herself have fun with her boyfriend. It’s difficult trying to fulfill your childhood dreams, but this isn’t a dream. This is a full on goal, I know I can keep up to it, it’s just Quinn makes me want to disrespect myself.

He literally screams out my name, he listens, he helps me understand things that I don’t get, he supports me, and most importantly, he gives me respect, and true loyalty and honesty, he fully trusts me. He would give me anything I want.

“Lovie?” Quinn breaks the silence from our previous argument. He places his hand on my inner thigh. I feel a pulse in my pelvis.

“Hm.” I responded, just letting him know I’m listening, but still upset about our disagreement. Early on in the morning, Wuinn and I disagreed about the love for our jobs and our future together. I wnat kids, he doesn’t. I know, I said he would give me anything that makes me happy. This is one thing he doesn’t agree upon.

Quinn had previously mentioned that kids isn’t in his future, just because he’s so focused on his career. Do I agree with his story? Yes. I understand where he’s coming from, but I’m truly curious when we can have babies.

“I know some people break up from not agreeing in a future family. But that’s not us.” Quinn stated.

I’m disappointed. I really am, I thought he would understand where I’m coming at.

“Well, just saying… when you get the handle of being Captain, maybe we could fit in having a child, or more.” I insist. I know it’s hard, you know being Captain, but after a few years of Captain.

I mean we’re at the perfect age to start considering kids. Mid-20s, that way when our kids are about 10, we’ll be 30, and when they’re 18… well we would be about early late 40s. I think it’s perfectly reasonable to wait a few years to have kids, especially Quinn story.

I’m staring out the window, I know it’s hard for Quinn to feel so left out of my thinking, but I’m truly horrified. I’m scared that this will split us apart. Maybe this is a sign from God. Maybe I’m getting signals by the universe, “this is what’s best for us.” Quinn says as he looks over at me.

Suddenly the trees look so beautiful. Maybe I should just jump out of this car, the ride home is taking to long.

We’re driving home from a party at Peteys house to kick off the season. Our first game is next week and the roster is finalized, the letters are printed on the jerseys. Everything is ready.

“We have to finish this.” Quinn says, not letting this go.

“fine.” I say making it clear I don’t want to finish this “debate” and this so called “problem” of mine. I pull out my phone and call Ellen.

“Hey Mama Bear!” I say, Ellen can’t know that Quinn and I are going through something. This “debate” isn’t just happening, it’s been brought up about four times.

“What’s up Y/n? Something wrong?” Ellen askes, she gets up from her kitchen table and walks into her bedroom, where Jim lays on his computer finishing some work.

She points the camera at them both and Quinn speaks up, “no mom. Nothings wrong, I’m not sure why Y/n keeps calling.” Quinn motions to put the phone down. I obviously don’t do as he says.

“Yes, actually. I’m just wondering-“ I imply, but Quinn cuts me off.

“No. Nothing is wrong.” And he takes my phone and turns off the video call. He chucks the phone in the back. He pulls into the driveway of our home.

“We can fix this ourselves.” Quin eyes my belly. He climbs over the panel that separates my seat and Quinn’s.

“no, I don’t think we can.” I say as I pull away from Quinn’s request to kiss me. I see the look in Quinn’s eyes as he sees my pain.

My voice cracks, I sure I can’t be with someone that doesn’t wnat the life Ive fancied since I was a girl.

“Lovie. Come back.” Quinn slams his car door, and he locks the vehicle. He storms behind me as I run into our bathroom.

“Unlock the door.” Quinn pounds not once but twice and his feet trail off to our garage.

“Unlock it before I wreck it.” Quinn says as he grunts as if he picked something heavy off the ground.

“I don’t want to have makeup sex, or talk about it. Just let me live, or let me think this through. Because Quinn, right now it sounds like you want me to give up my dreams of being a mom.” I know hate is a sin. I just- I’m not sure if I can even think about leaving my childhood goal behind.

“Okay. If that’s what you need, I’ll leave.” And I hear a crack and a boom from above me.

I look up from the ground and I see Quinn has stabbed the door with a hatchet. I didn’t even know we had that in our home.

I stand up from the ground and back up towards our shower. I hit our wall that’s parallel to our wood door.

“I love you.” Quinn says as I see the door bang. The door is about to give up. Quinn runs into the door once more and I see him fall to the ground with our door. I’m stuck inside our shower. Quinn is on the door that had fallen. The wind was knocked iut if him.

“Baby?” I say as I step carefully out of the bathroom and into our room. I grab a first aid kit.

Quinn is bleeding from his head.

“Why did you do it?” I say in a frantic tone. I pick Quinn’s head up and I clean his wound.

“I’m fine. And I want kids.” Quinn says as he smiles.

Quinn gets up and sticks a bandaid on his cut. He takes his pants off and followed by his boxers. He throws his shirt off. He’s bare skinned and he jumps into bed.

I do the same. I throw my shirt off, leaving my bra on, and I slide my jeans off. Taking my thong off and sliding it onto if Quinn’s pile of clothing, I snap my bralette off and I throw it elsewhere. I jump into bed as Quinn hold me. The lights are off, doors are locked. We’re exhausted.

Quinn holds me in his arms, legs wrapped over me. Dick pricked up looking at me. My boobs hang to the side as I’m laying on my side as well. Quinn pulls me in, kisses my shoulder, and he whispers a name.

“Vada.” Quinn kissed my forehead and sets his head in my breasts. He falls asleep, not a care in the world about our broken door that he had slammed down.

This argument is settled, we’re having kids.

[getmeoutofhell]

Billy loomis x reader headcanons sfw/nsfw

Requested by: @oxrchd

Enjoy these thoughts I have on him

Sfw:

-he’s a asshole (sometimes)

-he’s a short mean little gremlin

-I just feel like he says the word bro (only when he’s mad)

-buys you flowers at least once a week

-takes you on movie dates (which means watching a (horror) move at his house)

-if you have Instagram he steals your phone and posts him and you on his story to tell everyone your his

-orders you stuff

-“this outfit is cute!”

-you’ll have it by next week

-hates how much he loves you

-he likes to be the big bad wolf but with you he feels soft and fluffy

-like around people he’ll act all big and bad but in private it’s a WHOLE different person

-HAS to be in control of all situations

-he can be a drama king sometimes

-he LOVES cuddles but won’t ever admit it to you

-when you guys argue he will leave for like a hour or something and then come back

-makes it seem like YOU wanted him back so that’s why he came back

-he tries to manipulate you but you see right through him every time

-says the word ‘bitch’, ‘fuck’, ‘shit’ a lot like A LOT

-loves hugging you from behind

-doesn’t mind selfies that much, but when he’s not in the mood for one he’ll tell you

-I feel like he plays mortal kombat and would want you to join

-will have you and him wear other slashers merch

Nsfw:

-okay so billy boy here is horny pretty often.

-like often often.

-like almost everyday often.

-loves to tease you

-a secret of his would be to fuck you in his ghost face costume. the thought of that turns him on so much

-as I said he HAS to be in control so that of course includes in the bed

-he will finger you so good bro I just know it

-will tongue fuck you until you’re shaking and can only say his name

-I have a feeling he has a daddy kink but won’t tell you

-like if you accidentally slip up and and say it he’ll turn red

-loves giving back shots

-he will NEVER tell you this, but he lowkey loves seeing you cry. It turns him and he doesn’t know why

-like say you heard your friend get seriously hurt and on the brink of death

-you tell billy as your crying and his face turns red as he sees your tears

-he gets hard but tries to hide it

-loves car sex

-this is very random but one time y’all were in a argument and he just came behind you and rubbed his bulge against you

- (y’all were arguing over stupid shit anyway)

-sometimes he wakes you up in the middle of the night to eat you out

-LOVES blowjobs in the car…like LOVES

-major hickey giver alert ‼️

-likes missionary so he can make you look at him as he comes inside of you

Hope you enjoyed!! He looks so damn fine in this gif wtf

[falling-star-cygnus]

I need Billy comfort after the one where he got trapped under a building, can you please make him be saved?

well since you asked so nicely, how could i refuse?

continuation of this fic‼️ you don’t have to read it, of course, but it will make this whole thing make more sense :D @starguardianniom [your request is on the way, i just thought you might also like to be tagged in the part two :D]

without further ado~

"BILLY!"

She doesn't know which one of them screams it, maybe it was all three, but Anby lunges for the android's jacket- lunges really for any part of him she might be able to grab- until her hands close on red leather. The inevitable weight of his metal body doesn't cross her mind until she's being tugged down with him.

The feeble floor cracks further under Anby’s feet as she digs her heels in. That damned, annoying Ethereal shrieks- probably much louder than what she can hear through her headphones- and stomps like a spoiled child being told no for the first time. She'll put it out of it’s misery once she gets Billy- too still, too unresponsive- back onto safer ground.

Only ...Anby never gets the chance.

The ground jumps under her feet, and the tight grip she had on his jacket futzs.

Billy falls.

Hands and arms wrap around her waist before she can do something stupid like leap down after him. An action she knows is irrational but all she can hear is the way the android hits each level of the building and she needs to get him back-

"ANBY-! WE NEED TO GO."

Of course. Right. Clarity washes over her like cold water; Anby can't save Billy if she's dead too. And he would just feel bad if she got hurt trying to save him, because he had no regard for himself-

The remaining members of the Cunning Hares' fumble out of building just in time to see it topple like a house of cards- with their former client pinned in front of them by a slab of concrete.

It flails a little bit- kinda like a bug does when you grab it's leg- and they're privy to a front row seat as a metal support beam crashes into the weird orb of it's head. The thing splatters like a paintball.

None of them feel much remorse.

A few seconds of silence go by, passed by the girls simply.. staring.

"Well…. alright, Hares," Nicole starts, dusting her hands off, "Divide and conquer. Billy has to be around here somewhere."

'Hopefully.' goes unsaid, but painfully heard.

"R-Right!" Nekomata pipes up, her tails lashing with nervous energy, "I’m sure we’ll find him in no time! He can’t really keep quiet, anyway, y- you know?"

Anby doesn’t say anything at all.

They split up, taking turns calling the android's name and pouncing on any slight glimpse of white or red or yellow. Even greenish black would be better than nothing. Each empty nook, each second of silence, grated on their nerves until they were like frayed live wires.

Usually, Billy kept track of how long the Cunning Hares' stayed in a Hollow. It kept them all from lingering too long, unless they got stuck, and it kept them safe. Why couldn't they keep Billy safe- Now they had no idea how long they'd been searching.

Nicole had moved on to bargaining with empty air.

"Billy," she calls, heaving a heavy pillar to the side with a huff, "Come on, answer already! I won't yell at you anymore, or whack you or- or anything. Just answer us, please!"

"And I won't make fun of how you like to listen to classical music to fall asleep!" Nekomata joins in, from somewhere to Anby's left, "I'll even go to Random Play with you to find more, meow!"

"I'll watch Starlight Knights with you," It couldn't hurt to join in after all, Anby decides, "We could all go to the restaurant, and invite the Phaethon siblings, and-"

It was like something out of one of her movies. The second Anby pushes aside a new piece of rubble, she sees it. A tattered piece of the android's jacket- connected to tattered sleeves and sparking metal arms and a big fluffy head of white hair.

The relief almost sends the smaller Demara to her knees.

Time and place, she reminds herself fiercely, quickly signaling the other two closer to better excavate their friend. He's not in any form of good condition. It doesn't even look like he's conscious.

One of his video sensors is cracked, infected with a galactic black sludge that glows a mixture of pinkish blue red purple. The rest of his plating was pulsating green, and severe corruption was blooming anywhere it could take root.

It even looked like his audio processers were damaged. Anby couldn't even imagine how that must felt for her hyperactive friend- stuck in a silent, cramped space while Ether ate at his mind. Trapped without knowing that they were looking for him.

She hoped he would know anyway, that he wouldn't be wondering if he'd die alone under the weight of a building. Billy wasn't exactly insecure, but...

Anby shakes herself out of thinking about it. They'd found him, that was all that mattered at the moment. Now the Hares' just had to get him back home and back in working order.

"Both of you, stand back!" Nicole orders, aiming her briefcase above the wreckage pinning the android's lower torso.

The smaller girls are quick to comply, and out of the corner of her eye she can see the thiren swipe something golden off the ground. Nekomata shows it to her in silent explanation before shoving it deep into her sleeve for safekeeping.

Billy's little sheriff star.

A shot goes off before the smaller Demara can dwell on it, and suddenly the rubble atop their friend is being vacuumed up into the blackhole that Nicole manifests. They each grab a metal limb and tug him out of range.

One problem taken care of, another appears. The corruption blooming from his joints is excessive. If they take him out of the Hollow like this...

"We don't have time to think about it," Nicole reminds them all, voice tight with the weight of the android's life, "Anby, cut off as many of these... things as you can without hurting him. We'll see what we can do from there."

Anby nods once, and readies her sword.

One, two, four, eight turns to sixteen and sixteen turns to the very last one being cut down without mercy. With each bud removed, the sickly green light between his plates fades until it's barely there at all. There's not much to be done about the crack over his eye until they make it to a mechanic, but even that seems to lose it's glitchy appearance.

The Cunning Hares' don't bother with fighting the Ethereals they pass- there's no time- so it's mad dash to the exit that jostles the android's already crushed legs.

....Billy really was all limbs and pizazz.

It's only once the reunited Hares' make it a good deal from the Hollow that they stop running, doubled over and desperate for a full breath. Anby takes a quick survey of their surroundings as she gently lowers Billy to the ground, propped up on her lap to at least provide a little comfort.

It looks they ended up in Belobog territory, around where that eccentric mechanic liked to linger around. Gary-? Grail? Whatever...

Nekomata crouches down next to them and fishes the little star out of her sleeve. It's battered, and kind of dented around the points, but it still clips onto the leather like it never left.

Anby can vaguely hear Nicole tap away at her phone behind her, the curses muttered almost like a soothing balm of normalcy as the last of the corruption finally leaves Billy. His cracked eye returns to it's familiar shade of yellow- if painfully dull compared to his normal vibrancy.

But he's still unresponsive.

Still so hauntingly quiet and still. It's unnatural, and it isn't right. And none of them know if the android's going to last until tomorrow. Or even until the next hour.

Unbidden, Anby can feel her lower lip tremble- can feel stinging behind her eyes as she continues to run her hand through dusty white hair. It held none of the softness it did before this whole... job. Before her stupid grip had fumbled.

Anby hadn't cried in years, yet now she finds she can only helplessly watch as the salt splatters against the android's face plate. Like a mimicry of tears he wasn't built to shed.

"AhHh- Anby, don't cry," Nekomata frets, clearly freaked out by the uncharacteristic display, "He'll be okay! Bil- Billy's tough as nails, remember? I haven't known him for as long as you two.. but even I can tell that!"

Her puffy sleeves gently pat at the smaller Demara's face, trying to clear away the stupid liquid that was blurring her vision. Soft mantras of 'he'll be ok' are whispered, even as the thiren herself starts to cry.

Anby hunches over, would be curling into her knees if it wasn't for the weight of the unmoving android on her lap, and Nekomata clutches onto the lapels of his jacket and stifles a hiccup by biting down on her lip.

He wasn't coming back to them this time.

He wouldn't be there in the morning to braid her hair, or entertain her movie references, or lighten the mood with his silly Starlight Knight quips. He wouldn't be there to help them reach tall shelves, or distract their clients while Nicole emptied their bank accounts, or flail about with his lanky limbs.

Billy wouldn't be there.

...

..creak...

...Creak..

Creak.

Cool metal fingers brush past Anby's face, and then Nekomata's, and then fall limply back to the hard concrete.

"...don't... cry.."

...

...!

Billy!

Warm light finally flickers to life behind the android's video sensors, dimmer than normal but there.

Anby feels as though her heart's been restarted. Like the world had suddenly been bleached of color only for it to be a really badly timed greyscale shot.

Billy was alive, and whirring back into gear under their hands.

"You guys... really came for me..?"

"You big dummy!" Nekomata sniffs, ears and tails poofed like she'd been startled, "of course we did!"

"Have more faith in us," Anby echoes the thiren, resting her forehead against the android's with one final sniff. Nekomata rests her's against the diamond on his chest.

He can't hear them, his audio processers are still busted, but Anby hopes he can feel their care for him. Hopes he can feel how much they love him, and that they were here to stay no matter what happened. Just like he was for them.

Billy Kid was the heart of the Cunning Hares', after all.

[screamdollie]

stu macher hcs !

made by screamdollie ˖ ࣪ . 🪽 ˚ .

in honor of matthew lillard's birthday!! 💗

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୨୧ i feel like he doesn't really have a favorite genre of music. he just listens to what he feels at the moment, yk??

୨୧ i kinda have a feeling modern!stu would listen to lana del rey ??

୨୧ he gives off the vibes SO STRONGLY that he would be like that stereotypical 90s bully (the kind that'll push you into the lockers and demand your lunch money) i can't describe why though

୨୧ i know 100% bro just says what's on his mind

୨୧ for example, silent at the fountain and then he'd just blurt out something like "do you guys ever wonder why animals and insects eat at dead bodies" and then he'll just laugh

୨୧ he's really into gory horror movies. like i have a feeling he puts on a disturbing movie with tons of gore and he's just like "haha! yay :3"

୨୧ modern!stu 100% makes your mom jokes and grimace shake jokes. i know it in my HEART.

୨୧ btw he is a stereotypical male, but like in a cutesy way

୨୧ he's ken from the barbie movie ‼️

୨୧ he tells really really lame jokes, even as ghostface

୨୧ like billy would be sneaking into your house and stu would be on the phone with the you and tell you a knock knock joke.

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sorry the list is kinda short, but happy birthday to matt!!! 🎂

i'm also currently working on an actual fic rn yay!!

[jermeyscreams]

Are there any Billy Loomis roleplayers out there willing to roleplay with an oc? I’m open to almost any type of plot. Please DM me if interested, and check out my pinned for more info!

[sunsetsandsunshine]

If me and my mutual’s were the Spider-gang…

❤️EMERY AS MILES MORALES🖤 @sunsetsandsunshine

Y’ALL ALREADY KNOOOOWWWW 💘💞💖💕💗💓

Artist of the group

My Dad is a police officer AND detective sooooooo…

He has done the “You gotta say I love you back” thing to me multiple times…

Fucking loves having friends and talking to people

COMIC BOOKS ARE LIFE‼️ COMIC BOOKS ARE LOVE‼️

Keeping the collectibles I N S I D E of the box!!! IT STAYS NICE AND FRESH THAT WAY— LIKE PRODUCE YK???!!!

Tries to be quote on quote “cooler” in front of others…

Newsflash? It never works

�� Family lover all the way 💝

Music is LIFE 🎶🎤🎵🎼…idfk what we’d do without it…

A collector of many random things— rocks, toys, bracelets you NAME it

Hyperactive as HELL

Has a hard time accepting loss

“NAH” “🫠” “UHM…” “AAAAAAAAHHHHH”

A sketchbook for literally every season

When it comes to friendships, I will try everything in my power to maintain it and try to keep it going but once I’m done? I’m done 🫶🏾

A singer 😩🤚🏾

Physical affection 🫣💕💓

Apologies WAAAAAAY too fucking much

H A P P Y. S T I M S.

Suppressed anger issues

Knows way too many people both online and irl

Becomes a whole different person when angry 🥸👍🏾

Beatboxes and raps horribly

Basically Miles is me and I’m Miles ❤️🖤

🤍JOJO AS GWEN STACY🩵 @shut-up-jo

Cool af legit why the hell are you friends with me man—

Musician of the group 🪗🎷🎻🎺🎹🥁🎸

Shows up to your house without warning like you owe her money

In a band (most def)

Says the most DIABOLICAL and out of pocket shit known to MAN

🔥 Would burn down the kitchen if she ever cooked 🔥

Listens to Billy Joel 😌

POPULAR AF

Short af too 🤪🫶🏼

BAD PICK-UP LINES…

Would be cancelled if any of her texts got leaked

“DIE” “KYS” “CHOKE” “STFU”

Had the WORST 2020 phase (I’m sorry ilysm please don’t kill me 🙏🏼)

AOT lover (as you fucking should )

Honesty is the best policy 💋

Changes her voice depending on who she’s talking to

Has the most fucking unhinged and cursed FYP page

Doesn’t matter what social media app…it’s just straight up CURSED

Gives the best advice like oml

Could host a TED-talk but would there’s a 99.9% she would get cancelled

Needs to take a flipping BREAK 💕

Could make a TV show with her life (with like a million specials and crossovers)

Licks the powder off the Doritos and/or Taki’s and puts them back in the bag 😶…

Has burned Barbie’s before

Unironically sings 'Dance Monkey' just because

Your so so silly I love you so much 🤍🩵

💛SANA AS PAVITIR🩷 @itzsana-kiddingmenow

If sunshine were a person 🌞

Has a really toxic fanbase…

✨Anxiety✨

The best cook out of all 4 of us probably

“���” “GRRRRRRR” “🙈” “NAUUUR”

Calls people adorable, cute etc but can’t handle when people say that to her 🥹💓

Your adorable btw ☺️

When she’s mad she doesn’t cuss that much but most def just says big words

#TOXICFRIENDSGANG

Takes selfies like every single second 📱

Has Snapchat probably

Has listened to JoJo Siwa’s Karma WAAAAY too many times…

Would fold like a lawn chair if poked in the side 💕

FANGIRL

✨ Bilingual queen ✨

Sobbed for DAYS when MatPat dropped his departure video…

Is way too fucking smart 😉

Has the Ultimate Alpha Sigma Gyatt Rizz but doesn’t know it quite yet 👁️🫦👁️

A tea lover ☕️🍵

Would go to antique stores with people to just look at things and then end up buying the whole ass store

Does cartwheels for funsies

Overthinker ☹️

Could solo Bakugou and win

Is going to be a menace one she learns how to drive

Needs more sleep frfr

My lil sugar cream puff over here you guys 💛🩷

💙ZEEZIE AS HOBIE BROWN❤️ @ziipzeepzop-eez

101% effort in E V E R Y T H I N G

Side-eyes ���

Has more rizz than the whole Earth population combined

“FW” “THAT’S RACIST” “TWWINNNN” “YUUURR”

EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS EMOJIS

Did I say emojis?

Comes up with the most cutest freaking nicknames for people 🥹💕🩷☹️💓✨

TAKE A BREAK 😡😡😡

Can most definitely win a dance battle against anyone but acts like she can’t

Dad jokes 🫶🏽

Uses finger guns unironically (through text and in person) 👉🏽👉🏽

Could make a diss-track about so many people 🫢…

Would have a million cats if she could

Probably had a Gacha Life phase

Would go to a movie theater just to watch cat videos on the big screen

Popular af 💕

Friends with legit everyone 🙏🏽

Would actually murder a man if they hurt one of her friends

Has watched Coraline and The Nightmare Before Christmas soooooo many damn times

Guillmero Del Toro’s Pinocchio made her ugly cry (Same here 🫠)

Could solo everyone here on Tumblr easily 👁️👄👁️

Hates Twitter/X but only has it for the ✨drama✨

FAIRY LIIIGHTS

Is most def someone’s opp ☺️

Can multi-task like crazy

So cool and dazzling and aahhhfhfhds 💙❤️

(If any of this makes any of you guys uncomfy just DM me and I can erase it 🫶🏾)

[meet-me-backstage]

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𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 ⎈ 𝐄𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 🦇 Eddie Munson x Fem!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 🦇 You get dragged into the unfathomable events at Starcourt Mall by your hopeless crush on Billy Hargrove and new-found middle-schooler friends. You struggle to cope with the trauma which gradually costs you your popular cheerleader reputation when you return to high school for senior year. Though this loss first appears to be the end of the world, you learn that there's worse things than levelling down in popularity.

Though even in darkness, there is always a light - for you this is Eddie Munson, who you gain an unlikely friendship in and fall for him in the process.

𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒑𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔, 𝒔𝒎𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈!

𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 🦇 smoking, mention of and consumption of drugs, horror themes, violence (in the upside down and probs Steve losing another fight (•̀ᴗ•́)و jk jk he's king), mention of and consumption of alcohol, mention of and a near death experience, death, bad language, nightmares, blood, bullying, mention of vomit and vomiting, some domestic (mainly verbal and emotional) abuse(‼️), mention of suicidal thoughts, mention of suicide, mention of self-harm, allusion to eating disorder and smUUT so you have to be 18+ to read this series❗️

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 🦇 2.8K words.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 🦇 Bad language, bullying and Billy Hargrove being a𝐧 asshole ™

𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲, 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠!

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐧𝐣𝐨𝐲, 𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐨 𝐄𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝! <𝟑

⇜ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 ⎈ 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥

🦇 𝟏𝐬𝐭 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓 🦇

Eddie speed-walked the rest of the way to Tina's new year party, he’d been called to do quick business there and had never invited unless he had weed with him... I don’t really care anyway, the music sucks.

He looked behind him just in case you came running back to him. He felt bad for walking away, but what else was he meant to do when you were the one who'd ran away from him... the master among the 'band of weirdos’, he huffs and kicks the ground with every step towards the party.

Sure, he expected you to be freaked out by the almost accident, and a little bit by him but not to the point where you wanted to get away from him so much that you’d sprinted away with an injured leg.

She’s really become one of that crowd... one of the balls in laundry basket player's... cheerers. He didn't not like the cheerleaders, their routines are metal and require a damn lot of skill... it's the way they cheer for the assholes that hated him, made it their job to make his life a living hell. He thought that maybe the cheerleaders were just doing it because they have to rile up the crowd, but he figured that you proved otherwise tonight - that the cheerleaders, you, believed the bullcrap that the guys were telling them about the Hellfire club.

He swings his black metal box full of weed as he approaches the side entrance of Tina's house. The last time he knocked on the front door and she freaked out and told him to 'go round the back before anyone sees you', so he decided to skip another awkward situation like that with the future prom queen and walks straight through the side gate into Tina’s garden.

He hangs around the back of the garden watching some of the teens jumping into the glowing blue pool and watch the fireworks from there. Some kids say things like 'freak' or 'what is that weirdo doing here?' and his personal favorite: 'I hope he's not brought the devil here with him tonight'. He was never allowed to get involved in any aspect of the parties in case people left at the sight of him… except Tina surprisingly hands him a drink tonight, he shrugs and hums, taking whatever it is, mumbling a  'thanks' as he takes a sip, making the drink bubble and spill over the top of the glass a little.

"Whatever," she answers and swiftly leaves him alone again.

Some boys come over who he recognises from school - they weren't nasty to him, but they weren't nice either. They didn't seem to know what they are doing, but Eddie hands them a few bags regardless and they keep looking over their shoulder at some girls who are watching on... I see, they’re trying to impress them by buying from me because even coming close to me is apparently a life threatening thing to do. Eddie jokingly flashes the boys his teeth and growls, bringing his hands up like claws, the boys stumbling over their feet and run away from him with his drugs before pretending to act cool again in front of the, now laughing, girls.

No one from Hawkins High ever dared to blush and laugh at him like that. Well - just one... Tink - you, but that was way back in middle school and no longer than an hour ago you ran like hell away from him like he’d terrified you.

Tink’s changed… for the worst. He felt disappointed... she was pretty metal in middle school from what I remember. Now she’s too far gone - taken in by the popular crowd, no longer a lost little sheep.

Eddie notices Billy Hargrove, the asshole of not only school, but the entirety of the town of Hawkins walk towards him now... Billy looks like he hasn't had a great night judging by the red handprint on his left cheek, but still sported a smug smirk that made Eddie writhe with hate, "What've you got, Munson?" Billy asks, looming over Eddie, he’s big for a guy younger than him and often made bullshit comments about Eddie in every class he had with him... one of the worst things about being a repeat senior.

"I'll do you a half ounce for... uh, 30, Hargrove," Eddie manages to hide a smug smile, knowing he is ripping Billy off, "What d'ya say, big boy?" He hold the bag of weed before Billy which he examines until giving Eddie a glare at the nickname.

Billy steps closer so their heads are close and Eddie’s heart starts to pummel at his chest, making him think that Billy hadn't bought into his rip off of a deal... but then Billy turns and looks up at the fireworks exploding in the sky, "It's a beautiful display, huh?"

Eddie quickly glances at him, raising his brows and squinting his eyes before looking up at the fireworks too, exhaling in the process as he relaxes at the pretty sight, “y-yeah.” It’s very pretty... still, he’s kinda weirded out at how close Billy is to him, he couldn't completely take the beauty of the fireworks in, especially with the godawful music blaring from within the house.

Suddenly the bag of weed is being snatched roughly from Eddie’s hand, he blinks and watches Billy casually walking away, "Nice doing business with you, dingus," he calls out, briefly turning to look at Eddie, not even bothering to rush... his arrogance pissed Eddie off, made him punch his arm downwards into thin air, wishing it was Billy’s right cheek.

I’ve had enough of jocks and cheerleaders tonight... the adrenaline that pulses through Eddie’s veins control him, he felt just like the puppet on strings inked his arm, being made to walk a direct line headed for Billy, "Jesus H. - Hargrove!" Eddie chokes out now that he is stood directly behind Billy’s large frame.

Billy turns smoothly on his heel, towering over Eddie... his blue eyes like swords ready to plunge into the smaller boy’s heart and scarier than any evil Eddie had come across in Dungeons & Dragons.

Eddie stares back at him with wide eyes - his lips trembling and unable to speak even if he tried, so with his final crumbs of courage and no thought or escape plan, he chucked the half full cup of drink he had all over Billy.

Billy's arms lift from his sides as he examines his now soaked shirt before glaring at Eddie again, his eyes dark, with his infamous twisted grin, "Shit," Eddie mumbles shakily, completely frozen with the glass still in his hand. Eddie is quick to hop back into action, jumping on the spot and sprinting away, almost falling into the pool as he pushes past some of the partygoers.

Eddie chucks his glass onto the ground, making it smash and shards to scatter into the pool, onto the patio and on Billy’s path stopping him momentarily from chasing Eddie.

"You'd be dead if I didn't have all your stock in my hand, freak!" Eddie hears Billy's voice and laughter as he hops over the side-gate, he continues to sprint from territory he didn't feel welcome in... and didn't ever want to be a part of.

Eddie slams his box of weed on his bedside table after muttering 'shit shit shit shit' all the way to his uncle, Wayne’s empty trailer.

I really need to find a quieter place to deal because I am not setting foot at a party again. Not even to make a couple bucks. "Never again," he thinks aloud as he lets himself fall onto his bed, making the headboard thud against the wall, "Shit," He mutters again and jumps off of the bed, "How could I forget, goodnight sweetheart," he kisses the palm of his hand before placing it on his beloved electric guitar.

Eddie stares lovingly as if he’d received a reply like - 'I'm always here for you, Eddie'.

His chest is heaving, completely and utterly out of breath from running back to the trailer through the woods... he’d tripped over some tree vines and roots on the way which left grazes on his hands, which looked pretty badass... until he remembered the reason for them being there. He laughs sarcastically to himself at the thought that, just like you had ran away from him, he had ran away from your people. He sniffles and scrunches up his nose... we both ran from what the other stood for and our will would never ever collide.

"I know you are, you don't run from the freaks," he jokes, hurt in his voice, "And for that - I'm gonna play you so good this Friday, your beautiful curves will melt," he strums her strings while she's hung up against a mirror and he smiles at the sweet sound, like a lullaby to soothe him before he throws himself back onto the bed on his front.

I need to sleep. "Tinker-fuckin’-Bell? More like - Stinker-fuckin’-Bell," he groans into his pillow.

🦇 𝟕𝐭𝐡 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐚𝐫𝐲, 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟓 🦇

Eddie hadn't gotten enough sleep in the last few days, he felt like he was constantly being shaken like a rattle since what happened at that party. Billy fuckin’ Hargrove, this stupid school can go to hell once I graduate... He has his head tucked into the 'welcome back' booklet he’d been handed on his way into the cafeteria of Hawkins High.

"This is not my year," he sighs before letting the booklet fall from his fingertips onto the floor. He treads on it and hangs his head low while walking to the 'Hellfire' table, where Gareth, Jeff and Travis were already sat - they look excited to see him because he’d promised them that he’d have a Dungeons & Dragons campaign ready on the first day back.

When Eddie doesn’t return the excitement their faces fall. He sits himself down at the head of the table, the designated dungeon master seat... which he doesn’t feel he is doing the role justice right now, "It's not ready,” he admits immediately.

"What do you mean it's not ready? You told us after the gig that you had something," Gareth questions, letting his hand fall with a thud almost as loud as when he plays the drums.

Eddie scratches his head, forcing himself to look away from the disappointed faces, "I know I did - I was full of shit," he states matter-of-factly, “I’m sorry," he sighs, bringing his hand to his forehead, the coldness of the rings he’s wearing soothes the burning frustration... if I weren't so exhausted I'd jump onto the table to let loose, tell the entire cafeteria how fucked over I felt by everything.

He could see in his peripheral vision that Gareth is sat back, his arms crossed. Jeff and Travis' eyes are darting back and forth between Eddie and Gareth during the dead silence, "Is everything okay? You've been acting kinda weird since the gig?" Jeff asks, concerned. Out of the boys at the ‘Hellfire’ table, Jeff is the most calm, he resolves conflict, broke up bickers and fights between the others... his voice is smooth and low, it’s like metal music to Eddie’s ears.

Gareth’s face lights up again, "And that too! I'm glad you mentioned that Jeff because now I can say it - we played so badly because your singing was totally off!"

Eddie’s mouth opens to speak, but instead uttered a strained alien noise because you’re walking past his table with Chrissy and Jason (Billy's number one fan). You have a pink bow in your hair and wore a 'tigers' t-shirt under your cheer jacket. Your t-shirt, rather than being the usual white that he saw others wear around school, it is a mix of pink and red... she must've dyed it herself.

You sheepishly look at his table, not at Eddie, which he notices... then your head quickly turns to Jason, who must've told you and Chrissy a joke because you both laugh with him.

The sight of you walking with them, with him - Jason, Eddie scoffs and frowns, feeling his heart sink further. So... Tink’s ok. Dyeing clothes, laughing with Jason Carver and Chrissy Cunningham, buddies with the rest of the popular kids... clinging onto Billy Hargrove by his locker like her life depended on it - that’s why why she ran, she didn't want anyone to see us near together in case I'd damage her reputation.

"Where are you, Eddie?" Jeff's voice knocks him out of his trance caused by you.

"Billy’s girl - the little miss keg queen - whatever they call her?" Gareth interrupts, stumbling over his words while following Eddie’s gaze before leaning forward... Eddie had Gareth’s undivided attention now, which he found weird because usually Gareth hated talking about those higher up on the hierarchy of Hawkins High, "Did you talk to her?"

Eddie huffs a laugh, "Talk," he snorts, twisting the ring on his middle finger... which gave him the sudden want to flip the bird towards the table you are sitting at, "Somethin' like that.”

Jeff, Gareth and Travis are watching Eddie greedily, it made him chuckle, just minutes ago they were pissed off at him.

"Okayyy - m' gonna say this once," Eddie clears his voice, "I was on my way to do some - uh," he looks up, "Business - when I saw her... I pushed her out of the way of a car, I might've pushed a little too hard but I panicked and she freaked out on me - ran off... you know, the usual," he shrugs his shoulders, breaking eye contact with his friends, band-mates, the people he’d run through Mordor for... they knew that there was more and they are still looking at Eddie like they are in the middle of an intense campaign, "I spilled drink over Billy Hargrove at Tina's new year party - really mixed in well with that crowd," he nods his head towards the popular kid's table without looking.

His friends are completely engrossed, their mouths agape... probably still processing the information because usually they spoke of familiar territory at lunch, like D&D, Lord of The Rings or Corroded Coffin.

"It's a lot, I know," Eddie raises his brows and fiddles with his rings again, "I'm surprised they’re not inviting me over there right now with open arms and a varsity jacket," he chuckles and again, nods at that table - your table.

They all exchange looks between each other, excluding Eddie, and suddenly he feels left out, as if he’d missed out something from his own story.

"You rescued little miss sucker punch?!" Gareth blurts loud enough for your table to hear... Jeff nudges him while Eddie shoots Gareth a glare - he raises his hands, "Sorry - it was just pretty badass," he lowers his voice, now using hand gestures to show his enthusiasm.

"Badass?" Eddie mimics Gareth’s voice, leaning towards him with his hand flat on the table, "On a scale from Jimmy Osmond to Iron Maiden - she falls somewhere between... Dancing Queen aaaand - Super Trouper by ABBA right now."

Gareth blinks, "That's kinda harsh - she sucker punched Billy - asshole - Hargrove, something all of us have dreamed of doing and she just... did it," he rambles passionately while the others, aside from Eddie, nod. Gareth notices Eddie’s confused face and rolls his eyes, "What I'm trying to say is, she may not be the hero that this shitter of a school deserves, but she's definitely the hero that it needs."

Eddie blinks back, his mind completely blown, "She - she - sucker punched... this is the princess of Hawkins High you’re talking about?" He began to laugh in utter disbelief, "That's the biggest piece of bullshit I've ever heard - and I've heard a lot of bullshit."

"Dude - everyone's talking about it," Gareth falls back into his chair, "Worshipping her for it - look!" He whispers, tilting his head in the direction of you. You’re still sitting amongst a pool of green and mustard yellow varsity jackets, a few other students had walked up to you and offered you a high five - you are smiling as you lift up your hand and slap it with theirs.

Eddie now notices the mumbling about you amongst all of the tables. This is pretty metal. A grin tugs at his lips, thinking about how you’d disrupted the entire high school regime... everyone including me would never talk badly about Billy, let alone lay a hand on him... now that had all changed and he had no idea because he hadn't even bothered to show up today.

Eddie looks around in admiration until you catch his eye again. He expects to see you smiling still at the mass of attention you are recieving, the attention he thought you craved, but your shoulders are hunched, the smile that you wore not minutes ago is wiped completely off of your lips. You are looking down, miserable… empty - then you quickly look up and muster up a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes at another cheerleader who'd said something to all of the occupants at your table.

Your eyes trail away from your friends, catching the eye contact that Eddie is giving you from across the room.

Eddie’s breath hitches for a moment at your attention before his lips twitch upward into a reassuring, dimpled grin, though in response you sheepishly look away from him. Your own breath hitches and you focus on Chrissy, who is giggling uncontrollably at something Jason had said.

You force yourself to mirror Chrissy’s actions, giggling as if you hadn’t just zoned out and found yourself drowning into the eyes of Eddie Munson.

In that moment you looked so lost and Eddie figured that perhaps you still are still a lost little sheep who is an expert at hiding it. Eddie knew it all from experience, what it looks like to pretend everything is fine when it is pretty damn far from it... and he realises that he’d just poured fuel onto the flame by talking about you like you really are just ‘little miss sucker-punch’, the ‘keg queen’, the ‘princess’... the main character of a story told purely for entertainment to make being at school bearable.

Eddie gulps, feeling extremely guilty.

The only similarity between me and Tink seems to be the way that we cope with shitty situations.

Eddie recalls refusing to face the truth too, feeling like he didn’t belong anywhere. He resorted to spending months and months in the one bedroom of the trailer, that Wayne had given up for him, because all he wanted to do with his time was learn how to play the electric guitar while trying to cope with losing his mom and having a ‘dad’ who enjoyed spending time in prison more than being with his own son.

Eddie huffs a laugh as he remembers learning the entirety of Black Sabbath’s debut album on his beloved electric guitar, which earns him a 'what's so funny?' look from Gareth.

Eddie shakes his head, "Nothing, man," he mumbles and shrugs, looking down at his hand. He frowns at the many doodles that are beginning to fade on his palm.

Eddie then hunches his back and moves his head closer as he grabs a pen from his black metal box. He minds his own business, delving into his own world of doodling on the space between his thumb and index finger while his tongue sneaks out of his mouth in deep concentration... he desperately tries to ignore you from across the room, the thoughts of you that linger and spin around his head.

He roughly drags the pen across his skin, enough to send a sharp pain up his arm.

She was mean.

She hates me.

She wants nothing to do with me.

Why should I help her?

Eddie’s head shakes subconsciously while his friends talk amongst themselves. His brain itches as his caring, nurturing side for the lost sheep of the school battles with his opposing thoughts about your reaction to him after he’d saved you. But then he remembers how you were the first girl he’d ever spoken to, the first one who hadn’t been mean to him… not to mention that you also loved Black Sabbath.

His brown eyes trail in your direction again with his head still bowed, facing his now frozen hands. He feels like such a creep, staring at you, just like he often did in the hallway on his way to class in middle school because he was too nervous to approach you after your encounter at the talent show audition.

I wonder if she still has that Ozzy Osbourne picture tucked away in her locker?

Eddie’s eyes now widen as an imaginary lightbulb floats above his head, he looks back down at the faint doodle on his pale skin.

I’ve got an idea.

⇝ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐯𝐞 ⎈ 𝐎𝐳𝐳𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐫

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠! 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐆!!!!! 𝐈𝐭'𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 <𝟑

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[rancid-zinnia-onthepatio]

cough DOCTOR CURTIS CONNORS MENTION‼️

this man has the most development in my AU so far bc Liz is the first villain I’ll clarify rn the AU main story takes place when Peter’s college aged bc I’m sick of HS sorry

Curt is a very prominent figure in Peter’s life. Martha Connors is May’s closest friend, so the Connors would visit a lot in Peter’s childhood. Eventually, while working at OsCorp, Curt gets very into cross-species research.

(How he lost his arm? I don’t know yet RIP 💔 tssm AND tasm never really mention how their respective Curt variants lost their arms so maybe it won’t be brought up here either)

This leads him into lizards and their regenerative properties. He leaves OsCorp to join his old friend at Octavius Industries. I don’t want to make him a grouchy ex-employee and spiteful towards Osborn y’know? So, he just leaves out of his own will. Curt doesn’t like some things about Norman, but he wants to be the bigger man, so they’re on decent terms.

Through some problems that I’m still working on—he takes the lizard serum to document the process. I’m addicted to slow burns so the transformation is not instant. It takes place veryyy slowly over a month. Connors takes note of everything. (There is an antidote in his house as a safe measure) First, he randomly develops nictitating membranes. (Third eyelids) Then, there’s a scale or two on his right shoulder. But he can hold out a little longer right? These symptoms need to be written down so he can fix them!

Curt waits too long and the Lizard emerges when he's alone one night.

fun facts i have again :)

Billy Connors is a teenager in my AU and serves as a younger brother of sorts to Peter.

I have three lizard species in mind for the lizard's design but I'll go into detail with that when I actually design the Liz

Curt and Otto met in college and used to have karaoke nights together.

The lizard thing sticks with him for a while (no he does not eat his son I'm not going that far) because for a couple years Spidey seemed undefeatable. The Lizard was the first thing to severely hurt the spider—so Connors doesn't want this newfound power in the wrong hands.

He's one of Peter's professors atm but I still dunno what Peter's studying so this could change

I debated whether Billy will be part of the AU or not for a while but he's in it now.

The Lizard is not revealed to be Connors to keep himself safe. I still have a rough idea on how exactly they do this--but only a few know that it was actually him.

He claims that he discarded the lizard research after the Liz incident. But he didn't. 👀

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Status: chilling

Note - (bored)

Status guide

chilling - online

killing - offline

on the phone w/ Billy - away

snoozing - sleeping

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Who is Stu Macher/Stu Macher’s personality

Stuart "Stu" Macher is the secondary antagonist of Scream (1996 film). He is Billy Loomis's accomplice, as well as an insensitive and eccentric best friend. A horror movie fanatic, he went along with Billy's slasher film-like murder spree, the late-September 1996 Woodsboro Murders.

Stu is a deeply psychotic and maniacal yet dimwitted person. Although had no distinctive motive for helping Billy murder people, he nonetheless takes joy in it, proving himself to be extensively sadistic. Adding to his sadism, Stu is rather spiteful as he also saw this as a good opportunity to get revenge on his ex-girlfriend, Casey Becker by killing her and Steve Orth purely out of pettiness for her dumping him. Stu also likes to put on a playful and joking demeanor to hide his true deathly, sadistic, frigid cold-blooded, and cruel nature.

In spite of his common faux pas, Stu is fairly intelligent and capable of forming well-devised plans. He also seems to show comprehensive understanding of central and symbolic story elements in horror movies. As such, Stu creatively uses his abilities to his full advantage, even showing the sense of urgency to plan out ways to avoid detection. Clear examples of such would be his specific methods of remaining inconspicuous and/or even framing others for his and Billy’s own crimes.

Even after his true nature is revealed, Stu shows more of his cruelty by continuing to crack jokes to taunt Sidney. He shows intense joy in planning to frame her father for the killings and even gets ecstatic as him and Billy prepare to stab each other to make themselves look like victims.

Stu Macher’s life/family

Stuart Macher was born sometime in late-1978 or 1979 (17-18 years old). He grew up in 261 Turner Lane, Woodsboro, California, a large farmhouse with his sibling(s) and parents. He has at least one elder sister, Leslie, who gave birth to a son, Vince 3 years after his death. From his house, it appears he either has a younger sister as well, or a niece through Leslie, Vince's would-be older sister. Stu’s parents are rarely present as they are usually on trips without him, leaving him home alone for most of the time.

Stu Macher’s appearance

Stu is a tall 18 year old high school student with short, messy, unkept dirty blonde/brown hair, He has wide, blue eyes and thin lips with small ears, big teeth, and dimples.

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SO SCREAM TALK 😛😛😛😛😛😛😛😛

1 and two are my absolute favs .. bc of billy… NO NO NO BC YOU SEEN THAT FACE???? HELLO???? I NEED HIM VV BADLY BUT YK WHATS EVEN BETTER?? stu. im not a psycho, stu is fine in the first one. evbs fine in the first one 😻 but who doesnt like the og !!

i also love the third esp bc the black guy is so funny 😭 “the black guy always gets killed first” and he STANDS by it 😭😭

i acc wanna go to like a haunted house vv badly so i can get a call on the phone like “what’s your favourite scary movie?” bc ofc im gonna flirt w a voice like that,, kill me after we get down ghostface 🤤

okay lemme act like a normal person, BUT I RLLY RLLY LOVE SCREAM LIKE ITS JS SO COOL AND I GEEK LIKE A NERD ABT IT (🤓‼️)

— pearl anon <3

YESSSSSS 🗣️🗣️🗣️ one and two r literally the best versions, i personally didn’t like five bc im a die hard sidney fan and the entire movie didn’t have that usual “scream” factor yk ? jenna (i love herrrr) made the movie worth watching though, esp w the opening scene and i liked the kills but i wish the plot was a bit better. scream six was SOOOOO MUCH BETTER so that’s all good 🙋‍♀️

ugh yesssss i used to have a major crush on billy when it first came out 🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️like the reveal scene ???? YK THE ONE WHERE THEYRE NEXT TO EACH OTHER N THE KNIFE oh wow. no i see it stu is so gorgeous alsoooo

HELPPPPSS i hardly remember the third one tbh but that was so funny. at least he stood on business 😶‍🌫️😶‍🌫️

omg go to one !!! ur so right i love the ghostface voice so much 😫 tbh if i was in scream i’d die immediately bc THE VOICE ???? omg yk for scream six paramount actually on their website had this little thing where ghostface would call you and say a few lines, i literally cried when he called me his voice is so deep n sexy please