#Uncle Sid I cry

[pissfaggit]

Whoops!!!...Add Micheal Caine to the list of celebrities I've dreamt about being my uncle

[cirtusmistress]

JJK Baby Daddy x Reader HC: Choso ~ The Helicopter Parent

an: i love choso and have baby fever. which sucks for a lesbian who has a visceral fear of being pregnant. so i'm gonna write about a 2D man k thanks <3

tw: mentions of SIDs

genre: fluff with a touch of angst in the teen years

AO3 Crosspost

Bless his heart man :(

Didn’t even know he could have kids but once he learned that he could it was game over.

He had eight siblings and loves them all with his whole heart. Literally Yuji being his brother reshaped his brain, how do you think having kids will have him?

I see him as a girl dad personally but he will love his children no matter the gender.

It was a lot when you told him you were pregnant. It had never really been a thought beforehand, and it just kinda.. Happened. It was a long discussion but you decided to keep it (but if you didn’t want it he would have supported you, because he loves you and in the end you have to come first).

Anxious as fuck though. He’s buying so many parenting books and reading mommy blogs and did you know you shouldn’t eat fish while pregnant? No fish for you. Such a helicopter dad and partner.

LOVES designing the nursery.

You bought him a disposable camera so he could document the pregnancy and he adored every second of it. He makes you a pregnancy scrapbook for each one.

He keeps the first ultrasound pic on him all the time. Shows it to everyone he can like, “This is my baby :)”

He cried every time you two looked at onesies. Realizing how small your baby was gonna be got him so emotional.

Likes helping you pick out maternity wear too! He thinks you’re so cute :(

If you’re a seahorse dad he’s super understanding and tries to help you through any dysphoria you may have. You’re his partner and he feels his family's pain very strongly, so he just wants you to be okay.

He involves Yuji in your pregnancy a lot too (which he loves, he can’t wait to be an uncle).

When the baby finally comes home he’s such an anxious mess. Every time they cry he’s just overwhelmed and scared something is wrong or his fault.

He doesn’t get much sleep. He made the mistake of reading about SIDs and is constantly scared that he’ll wake up one day and they’ll just be gone.

It takes a lot of reassurance from you to calm him back down. Eventually he starts sleeping again, but his sleep is very light.

Loves wearing a papoose (baby carrier). He likes having his baby with him wherever he goes.

I can see him fully committing to being a stay at home daddy. He loves his family and if he could spend every day with his children nothing would make him happier. Gives you a lot of special attention during and after the pregnancy. Massages, going out late at night for craving foods, sitting with you while you go through morning sickness. When you get home he’s super hands on so you can rest and recuperate. You’re the love of his life, nothing is too much for you.

He also makes baby scrapbooks. For all of his kids, at least 3 each. No one goes without and every child is made sure to feel special and loved.

Again, cries at every milestone. When they roll over, when they sit up, the first word. Even the less conventional ones like the first hair cut.

You had to keep him from attacking the doctor when you took them in for their first shots..

The toddler phase is fun. He’s chasing naked babies around your home day and night. Loves the phase where they want to sleep in bed with you two. Being able to have his family all in one bed makes him feel safe. Even if it means a kick to the side or back.

It’s hard when his kids start going to school. He can’t always be with them or protect them and it’s scary for him. He’s always thinking about them, and when they get home he’s always there to pick them up or walk them back to the house.

The teen phase is also a hard transition. Suddenly it’s not cool to spend time with your dad anymore. Some of his kids do, of course, but it’s always a struggle when the others pull away. You always assure him it’s normal, and they still love him. But Choso struggles when his family pulls apart even in little ways.

He’s still a helicopter parent. He means well but to teens it just feels overbearing. He doesn’t know what he’s doing wrong.

But in the end his kids always come back. Because they know he will never abandon them, and would raise hell for them.

Wants at least three. If you’re willing, five.

Readiness? 60% Lot’s of panic and crying, but no doubt all of his children will feel endlessly loved, as will you.

who else should I daddy? gojo and nanami are on my hit list

[astars-things]

sidney crosby x daughter!reader

dad!sid has a new gf and reader doesn’t like her pls as much angst as possible

Pairing sidney crosby x daughter!reader 

(reader is like 15 in this) 

"Hey, kiddo," Dad said, coming into my room. "I have someone special I want you to meet."

My heart skipped a beat as he said those words. "Someone special?" I repeated, trying to hide my unease.

"Yeah," he replied, his eyes gleaming with excitement. "Her name is Emily, and she's been a part of my life for the past few months. I think it's time for you to meet her." He said with a smile pulling me out of bed and down the stairs 

there she was the woman who took over my place in my dad's heart "C'mon say hi" Dad said trying to pull me closer "Yeah no" I mumbled running back to my room for safety and comfort 

I grabbed the teddy my uncle gave me and sat on my bed tears rolling down my face. I heard a knock on my door but knew it was my dad so I didn't open it, I ignored the constant knocks. I pulled my phone out and pulled up the contact of my Uncle Letang 

Phone call 

"Can you come pick me up?" I spoke my voice breaking

 "Sure honey I'll be there soon" concern and comfort lacing his voice 

 I sat there waiting until I got the "I'm here" text I quickly grabbed my blanket and teddy. I opened my bedroom door and ran past my dad and Emily who was now on the couch cuddling watching my dads and me show together 

I stood there shocked at what I was seeing "fuck you" I seethed at him venom lacing my voice 

"Y/n wait-" I didn't care what he had to say. I got in the passenger seat of Letangs car and told him to drive 

He took me back to his house. We walked inside his wife Catherine who was like a mom/aunt to me holding out her arms for me as soon as I met her embrace I broke down in more tears 

"What's going on sweetheart" she cooed bringing me over to the couch "Dad has a new girlfriend" I sobbed feeling my heart break "And as I was leaving they were cuddling watching the show me and him watched together all the time" I sobbed harder 

"its okay honey shhh" Catherine whispered running her hand up and down my back. I felt like I was getting replaced it had been Dad and I for 15 years and suddenly this woman is coming into our house taking my place, watching our shows and cuddling him in front of me 

after half an hour of crying I finally turned back on my phone 

33 missed calls Dad❤️

20 messages Dad❤️

was displayed but something in me just felt so angry 

Leave me alone Dad I texted back...

Part 2~here

Taglist~ @cole-mcward48 @stopsign94 @swissboyhisch @hughesmoyle

[in-death-we-fall]

To Hell and Back

Kerrang 1227, September 13 2008

Being a member of Slipknot is a tough business. But it’s not just onstage that bad things can happen, as Joey Jordison knows to his cost…

Words: Daniel J. Lane Photo: Paul Harries

The cocaine one. It's short but it's a lot. Knew what I was getting into but this one's definitely gonna be wedged in my hellbrain for a bit.

(google drive link)

When Kerrang! caught up with Slipknot at the end of June prior to their headline slot on the inaugural US Rockstar Energy Mayhem tour, drummer Joey Jordison joked that, after being off the road for three years, the band were so full of pent-up energy and so desperate to get back out and play live that he “wouldn’t be surprised if we break our fucking necks on this first run of shows”. And, in true Slipknot fashion, on day one of the tour in Seattle, Washington, Slipknot DJ Sid Wilson ended up breaking both of his heels after an ill-advised stage dive, while Jordison himself reportedly drummed so darn hard he was forced to ride out the final three dates of Mayhem concealing a broken ankle from his bandmates. As a result, Slipknot were forced to cancel their scheduled European festival shows — including Reading and Leeds — after doctors ordered Jordison off the road for six weeks.

The diminutive sticksman is currently at home in Des Moines, Iowa. He’s bummed about letting all the European Slipknot fans down, but that disappointment is mixed with positivity, with new ‘Knot album All Hope Is Gone having debuted at number one and number two in the US and the UK respectively. And having finally kicked a long running and very private battle with addiction, Jordison has much to look forward to.

How much have you changed as a person since we last officially saw you on Vol. 3: The Subliminal Verses? “I’m definitely happier these days, that’s for sure. To be quite honest, and this is something I don’t want to get into, but basically, it all comes from quitting partying. I stopped taking narcotics just before the New Year and now I don’t flub on double bass anymore and I don’t have to try to get through the songs when we play live. You can do whatever you want in your life, I don’t care. I’m not going to preach to you and tell you to stop doing whatever, but now I’m happy and I play better. It’s that simple. My band’s ecstatic about it. I haven’t played this good for a long, long time. Probably since the first record, and there’s nothing more gratifying than that."

When did you realise you had a problem with drugs? “It was probably when I realised that I wasn’t just hurting myself, I was hurting the people around me. I had a real moment of clarity last year. My girlfriend at the time, a girl who I thought I was gonna be with forever, cheated on me and I went on a three week coke binge. I actually wrote some of the riffs for the new album [All Hope Is Gone] around that time, which is the only good thing to come out of it. But I just wasn’t having fun anymore and my family knew it.”

How did your family react? “My sister, Annie, kept trying to call me but I didn’t want to speak to anyone. The phone was off the hook. I didn’t answer my door, the lights were off, and I was just fucking ragingly pissed off all the time. So she sent me a picture of my nephew. He was trying to play drums and he was wearing one of my old masks. And so I called her and she put him on the phone and he said, ‘I love you uncle Joey’, and I was like, ‘Fuck it, I’m done. This is fucking stupid’. I realised I was basically fucking dying. It took that to make me realise what was really important in my life and that I’d done a lot of mean things to people.”

Like what? “Just stupid fucking rock star shit. Thankfully, I’m fucking over it, now. You act like an asshole, you feel like shit the next day and your performance suffers because of it. I really don’t want to go into it… I once made a tour manager cry because I was so fucking pissed off and hungover. Just fucked-up things like that. Let’s just say I’ve had to make a lot of apologies to people. But the past is the past, now I’m so much faster at drumming, so much more fluid with my breathing. I eat better… And I’m also fatter (laughs).”

We’d have said ‘healthier’ rather than ‘fatter’. You were looking quite skeletal towards the end of Vol. 3… “I’m just happier, dude. I wake up, and I eat really well. I don’t wake up and throw up like I used to. I’m not rail thin any more. Everyone in my family is like, ‘It’s so good to see you put on a few pounds’.”

Where do you think your addiction stemmed from? “We have good lives. I’m not going to say ‘Oh, woe is me’. People know we’ve had success and all that stuff. But there are things that can push you over the edge. Things like being an outcast at school, my step dad dying, the death of my friend [former Killing Joke / Ministry bassist] Paul Raven… He was one of the sweetest, most genuine fucking guys that I’ve ever met in my life. He was too young, man. He was too young. And I will miss him forever. These are the things that never leave you.”

Is that why you tried to incorporate the scars into your new mask? “I’ve had scar lines in my mask for a while now, but yeah, I wanted to design a mask that just shows the pain that I’ve gone through, the love and the hate I’ve gone through. It’s decrepit, it’s rotting, it’s sewn together. And the crown of thorns and the mummified look and the willowy hands, is the same thing. I’m growing old, man. I’m a human fucking tree, I’m just rotting into the earth. It’s the scariest looking thing I could come up with. I don’t wanna be the pretty boy in the band any more. I’m sick of that shit, y’know?”

Does it bug you that, pretty much from when Slipknot started, girls would throw themselves at you because you were the ‘cute one’? “Yes and no. Actually I think I might have done myself a disservice, I think the new mask might attract more (laughs). That said, I can’t wait to see the mock-ups in the audience. The old mask was kinda easy to copy, but the new one’s going to be that little bit harder. I honestly can’t wait to see the first kid with a crown of thorns at a Slipknot show.”

So what does the future hold for you, personally? “I don’t know. I take each day as it comes. Every morning I wake up and think, ‘Is this gonna be my last day?’. And if today is my last day, I wanna go out swinging, man. You know what’s crazy about me? I’ve already bought my grave. Just in case. It’s over down on Second Avenue [in Des Moines]. That’s what being in Slipknot does to you.”

Slipknot’s new album, All Hope Is Gone, is out now. The band will be touring the UK in December. See Gigs for details.

[bitchinbarzal]

PLEASE tell me miss bug went to see uncle jack play ty last night🥹

Miss Bug went to see Ty and Jack play last night.

Miss M’am was so excited!!!

She’s with her pops, Jim and she’s having a blast just grandpa and Bug out here in Jersey.

Having a blast on the plane!

She’s meeting everyone’s dads, in-laws and brothers etc.

like “Hi, I’m bug!”

“Hello mr woody’s dad I’m bug!”

“Hello Mr Nico’s dad you speak funny!”

I feel like she would get on with Marino’s dad.

Jim is holding bug on his lap during the game and she’s just so loud “Look grandpa it Ty! Hi Ty! I miss you!”

Jack scores? She’s buzzing!

The media team ask bug what bothers her most about jack and she talks for a whole 5 minutes about him.

After the game they’re downstairs and she sees Crosby and little bug is like “‘Cuse me Mr Sid? Can Ty come out please?” Pointing to the locker room.

He walks in and says “Smith, someone wants to see you outside”

When he sees bug he’s smiling and she’s throwing herself into his arms “Ty! I miss you!”

“Hey bug, oh I missed you too!”

When she pulls away she looks at him “You come back to Jersey soon?”

He looks at her, sadly mumbling “I don’t think so bug”

“Oh no…. Grandpa do something!”

He sighs “I can’t bug, I’m sorry”

She’s crying by the time she sees Jack and the devils, all of them trying to console her.

“I miss Ty!”

Jack kisses her forehead “Me too baby girl, me too”

[mrsaltieri-real]

His Perfect Victim (Mickey Altieri x OC!Dahlia Levine)

Chapter One: One Door Closes

Okay SO!!! I have been working on making this a series for such a long time and after a lot of trial and error it’s FINALLY in the works and the first chapter is DONE. It’s a lot shorter than the ones to come but it’s a good starting point I think!

Depending on how long you’ve been here you may no I did a one-shot for this fic a long ass time ago called Darling Dahlia. Well, I’ve changed the name but this is it! The first chapter! I wanna give a huge massive thank you to @bisexual-horror-fan for not only editing and beta reading the first chapter but for giving me the motivation to finally bring Dahlia to life after so many months of me getting so annoyed and frustrated at my lack of progress. THANK YOU DUDE!

Word count: Almost 1.5k

Warnings: The whole fic will be rated explicit, language, teasing, trauma, mentions of the Woodsbro murders, death (yes already but don’t worry!) Mickey being a complete ass, Dahlia being an ass right back to him

Dahlia’s face claim is below!

Here we go! Chapter One!

You know them times where it seems like absolutely everything goes wrong all at once? You fail a test, forget to defrost the fucking chicken or your cousin decides to go on a murder spree all within the same day?

All three of these things happened to me. It’s easy to guess which hit hardest.

I can still see Stu’s hesitant eyes looking down at me as his accomplice and best friend Billy brought his blade down to my stomach, plunging it deep inside of me. I didn’t cry, I didn’t scream. I accepted the pain, I welcomed the darkness and just waited for it to be over. I see both of their faces every time I close my eyes, in every single dream I’ve had. Billy’s expression of pure undiluted concentration and Stu’s sad and torn blue eyes dragging themselves away from me as the knife imbedded into my torso.

The only things I know that happened after are what Sidney and Randy told me. Sid had managed to single-handedly kill them both, putting an end to the series of grisly murders they had committed and calling the police. I remember waking up in the hospital, parents sobbing at my bedside, telling me that I had in fact been legally dead for three minutes. I remember Stu’s parents visiting and my mom screaming at her brother to “Get the fuck out!”.

I remember Sid and Randy telling me that Billy and Stu had killed Tatum.

But despite all of it, I felt nothing. It was like after Billy stabbed me and I’d died, the part of me actually being able to feel things went along with it. In a way it was good. It meant the betrayal of my own flesh and blood didn’t hurt me as much as it hurt the rest of my family, my parents completely cut themselves off from my aunt and uncle after everything, not wanting to associate themselves with the Macher name. It was obvious this was for the sake of appearances and of course, their image. We were a well off family, not because my parents worked hard but because Stu and I’s grandparents were ridiculously wealthy and left just about everything to our respective parents.

But none of that mattered when I stepped foot in Windsor College. When I met him.

Everything changed in an instant. Leaving Woodsbro behind with two of my best friends and finally finding someone I could bear my soul too I was a whole new person. I got feeling back, I could feel again. It was the perfect time for all of us to reinvent ourselves and be happy again, new life, new friends, new boyfriends.

It was like the moment I laid eyes on Mickey something inside of me snapped back into place and began to heal me. It took a long time, a painfully long time for me to want to accept the fact that I wanted him. Part of me wishes I’d given into it sooner, soaked up every last part of the version of him I’d known at the time to be true whilst the more rational side wishes I’d never stepped foot onto this campus, never let him touch me, never let him know me. Everything about him was just magnetic and looking back at it now, that should have been the first of many red flags. No one can be that charismatic, that charming and not be hiding something dark and sinister, there is just no way.

But I’m getting ahead of myself. Let me tell you about the first time I met Mickey Altieri.

“I think this will be good for you, you know? Make some new friends, start to move on.” Sid had her fingers wrapped around my wrist, tugging me gently over to her small circle of friends all sat crowded in the college square.

“I don’t need to make new friends. I’m fine by myself.” Of course I appreciated her concern for me, but I was getting really tired of being told what I needed to do. If I wanted to be alone, why couldn’t I be alone?

“Dahlia,” Sid abruptly stopped walking, turning to face me with those goddamned brown eyes looking down at me imploringly, “it’s been months. We all need to at least try and move on, you know?”

“I know, Sid.” I sighed a little, eyes nervously flickering up to the three people sitting perched on the bench, Randy luckily amongst them. I smiled a little as I saw him eagerly wave at Sidney and I, beckoning us over. “Just…” I struggled to hold her gaze, voice dropping to be a bit quieter, as if lowering the volume would make the admission and subsequent minor vulnerability easier to push out, “It’s hard.”

Sid’s expression turned sympathetic, her hand moving to grasp mine. Sidney has good hands, strong, grounding, firm yet soft, just like her. She speaks again, “I know, Dahlia. But I really think this could help. They’re all great, very understanding and they won’t push you to talk about…Well, what happened.”

“God, fine.” I mumbled and she nodded, looking just slightly smug as she gently tugged me closer to the group.

A chorus of “Hey, Sid” was uttered before Sid introduced me. “Dahlia, this is Derek, Hallie and Mickey. Guys, this is Dahlia.”

I couldn’t help but smile a little awkwardly as my eyes scanned the tight knit group. Randy was looking at me encouragingly and Sidney squeezed my hand a little.

I said nothing.

I still felt nothing.

Great.

Even then, I subconsciously noticed that Mickey was staring at me a little too hard. He was sitting with his back leaning against the wall with his foot propped up on the bench, toying with a video camera in his hand as he gave me a quick and not at all subtle once over. Despite the zombie-like trance I’d been in for the last few months, it made the blood rush to my cheeks and lightly stain them.

I mean, I wasn’t stupid. He was ridiculously good looking. His dark hair stuck up a little, he was toned and the thin fabric of his sweater clung to his body in a way that made it almost painful to look away and his brown eyes were just so…Full.

Full of mirth and life and so much I don’t think I could actually list it all. When was the last time I felt that full? Had I ever, even before that night? In his eyes I could see the excitement and wonder in them from where I stood and it was oddly enticing, I focused on that as opposed to my usual depressing internal monologue.

He managed to ruin my little initial fascination with him in about three seconds.

“Oh! You’re the chick who died, right, I- ow!” I watched as the girl, Hallie, darted out her hand and smacked Mickey upside of the head, “Jesus, what?”

“You can’t just say something like that to someone, God you’re an ass.” The mild disgust on her face twists to an apologetic smile as she continued on, “ I apologise for Mickey, he has zero fucking tact.” Hallie’s expression turned warmer as she was moving up the bench to make room. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Mickey roll his eyes a little before he settled his gaze back onto me.

“No, no it’s fine. Yeah, I am. Glad that’s so interesting to you Michael.”

He cocked an eyebrow at me, an amused smile cracking on his face. “Mickey.” He corrected me, sounding amused as he did so.

I held back a scoff as I told him, “Yeah, sure. Whatever.”

That was the first time I ever spoke directly to him. I can’t help but imagine how things would be now if I never bothered, never got so captivated with the way he’d look at me all through the rest of the day and every single day after.

It was never creepy, far from it. Instead it was almost as though he knew something I knew, like he knew me already.

Little did I know he did know me. He knew every single thing about me.

Chapter Two HERE

[jackhues]

i love buttercup and sid.

i love to imagine B as the valedictorian of her class and sid is crying so hard during her speech, especially when she thanks her dad for everything

i love them too <3

bee's so gifted in a lot of the things she does, especially academics. like she loves learning and she's so good at it too so she's always learning whenever she can. she definitely gets valedictorian, and she keeps her speech a surprise from everyone. she thanks her grandma, grandpa and aunt taylor for being there for her and helping her out with everything. she thanks nate for teaching her what it was like to have a sibling. she thanks all her "uncles" for never letting her feel alone, for laughing at her dumb jokes and encouraging her crazy childhood habits.

she has to take a deep breath before continuing, "but most of all, i wanna thank my dad. everything i've done, he's supported me and loved me, more than two parents could. i wouldn't be here today if it wasn't for him."

she continues the speech, finishing off with a sweet message to the graduates and sid's literally sobbing bcz of the message to him near the start.

[fantasyworld4u]

EPISODE 1: ME, MY FRIENDS AND MY MOM. FT: KAJAL

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Contents of this entire series has to be taken light heatedly. It encompasses incestuous, sensitive, harsh and unsettling sexual content. Those who are uncomfortable with such content are advised to stay away. Rest everyone, thanks for your time and proceed for this exhilarating journey with Kajuma.

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Episode 1

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Sidharth is a cute good-hearted studious 10th class student, thanks to his father genes for his qualities. Mr. Reddy, his father, an advocate in the district court, is always busy with clients and the court. Though that brings income to the family, the poor Kajal, Sid's mom has started to feel emotionally unattended by her own husband due to his busy schedules. Sidharth is very young to notice his mother's feelings yet. Reddy has got no time to spend with his wife and Kajal has no strong heart to directly talk to Reddy over this matter. 

It has been quite a while since Kajal started to feel ignored. Her son Sid loves her but that is not the love she wants at that stage of her life. She needs a romantic, sensual love, which satisfies her sexual urges by pounding the flesh between her legs. Kajal's vagina has been ignored to such an extent that even a thought of sex would make her go crazy and starts crying out of depression. She has no one to share those feelings openly. There was an instance where Kajal was all prepared and ready to give a surprise to her husband. She donned a gorgeuous spandex lingerie waiting for her husband on a Friday night to absolutely enjoy the entire weekend with him on bed. She even got rid of her son Sid from home by sending him to his uncle's house for the weekend. But, to Kajal's surprise, Reddy sent a text message saying "Hey dear, got another important case in Delhi. Flight at 10 PM tonight. Can't make it to home this weekend. See you on Monday night." There wasn't any prior intimation, not a 'bye baby' atleast in the message, how rude and careless!, thought Kajal to herself in utter dismay. And this is just one incident of her unromantic boring phase of the life she is living lately.

Talking about Sid, his classmates at school are exactly contrasting boys. Notorious, mischevious, care-free and what not. I don't know who to thank that for. Unfortunately Sid got well with only those boys. 'Opposite poles attact', goes the saying! Raj is the naughtiest of all. He loves teasing girls in his school, and even few of his lady teachers. Teachers don't stay quiet though. A lot of complaints are lodged against Raj to his parents but they get ignored. Like parents - like son, thought the teachers and left him to himself. 

One Friday during lunch recess, Sid heard the word Kajal in Raj's voice. As he started to find where Raj is, he found that Raj is talking to their mutual friend Suhas. Sid thought of eavesdropping to that conversation. 

Suhas: That's true Raj, even I saw Sid's mom on our last parent-teacher meeting day. She is an absolute stunner. What was her name again?

Raj: Kajal, its Kajal. Remember the name buddy. These days I am getting an erection just by hearing that name. Ah Kajalll.

Suhas: Ah yes. I will definitely remember it from now. Did you see her voluptous boobs in that blouse? They were oozing out from the front. 

Raj: Her pallu tries to cover them but nah, those boobs aren't small to hide under that. hahaha. (both laughed together)

Suhas: Really bro, I have never seen such sexy woman of her age? what could be her age though? 35+?

Raj: umm my mom is 37. so we can consider Kajal as 36-38. 

Suhas: Correct, we can estimate by our moms' ages. My mom is 35. 

Raj: Suhas, to be frank, I am fed up with these girls and our teachers in school. Sid's mom made me a man I think. I am attracted to her a lot.

Suhas: Aaahan. What do you wanna do to her huh? (teased Raj)

Raj: I so wanna grab those yummy boobs and taste them, lick them and suck them to the end. ssssssss my mouth is watering now!

Suhas: hahaha control my friend. It's not that easy job to get hold of a woman. That too Sid's mom. Sid is a very sensitive and good kid. How different Kajal is going to be. I guess she is also a conservative and orthodox woman. 

Raj: Fuck all that man. I soo wanna suck those boobies dry. What if she is a nasty woman from inside. What if she is kinky from inside? and.. and.. have you ever heard of cuck?

Suhas: Yeah, I know cuckold. When the husband is impotent, right?

Raj: Nay, not exactly. Cuckold is a man whose wife cheats him by having sexual relationships with another men.

Suhas: That is what I said. A woman does that only when the husband is impotent, right?

Raj: Not necessarily. There are many fantasies in today's world bro. Wives are having sex with another men right infront of her husbands. And guess what, husband approves it and even enjoys it.

Suhas: Daaamn! seriously Raj? If Kajal is of such sort, then our job is half-done buddy. Now I am even more excited to fuck our beloved sweet friend Sid's mother. 

Both Raj and Suhas' undies got a bulge and tighter with that chat. Sid on the other side of the wall got shell-shocked. He knew about intercourse and how kids are made but never had sexual urge before on anyone. This is the first time he is hearing about such pleasures and he feels so bad to hear all those especially on her mother. He couldn't hear more and left the place at once in a confused state.

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Sid finished his supper and went to his room. He couldn't talk much to his mother that evening. He was not feeling comfortable and he can't understand why. Kajal observed it but did not care much, she thought it could have been because he got tired of PE activity in the school which happens every Friday. Kajal was finishing her night chores in the kitchen and Mr. Reddy is already snoring in the master bedroom with his belly full, the same regular lazy guy. Sid sat on his bed and was thinking about that conversation in the school. It wouldn't get out of his mind. He then opened his biology textbook. He read the human reproductive system chapter totally. He then tuned pages to AIDS chapter. He was more surprised to know the modes of tramitting and not transmitting the disease. One paragraph read in bold letters "Does not transmit by Anal or Oral injestion. Transmits by having unsafe sex with multiple people especially with strangers." That stunned him completely. 

The boobs were main point in the discussion. Sid realised that his eyes were unconciously struck on her mom Kajal's boobs all evening today and that is the reason he could not speak to her comfortably. Though, sex is related to a man's penis and a woman's vagina, Sid is starting to feel the blood pleasure in his cock as he imagined Kajal's boobs. His cock is responding to those thoughts. He wanted to open his underwear and have a look at his manhood. He removed his shorts and lowered his underwear. His cock sprang out with energy. It desperately needed a touch. Sid couldn't help but hold his cock with his hand. "Mommmmyyy", moans come out involuntarily from Sid. He couldn't believe what he was doing. But he kept holding his cock and rubbing it for the first time. He can only think of Kajal's boobs and imagine those boobs juggling in her blouse all these days. He thought whether she wears any bra inside or not. Subconciously he hoped not and smiled a little at that thought. Rubbing the cock for his own mother was giving the best pleasure of his life. 

His door was slightly open. Kajal finished the chores, closed all the doors and windows and moving to bed. Just before going to her bedroom, she saw ray of light coming out of Sid's room - the door was slightly open. Kajal went to see what's keeping her son awake at this late night. As she approached the door, she heard the moans from Sid. He was moaning her name.. "mommyy aaahh Kajalll mommmaaa". Kajal is bamboozled to hear those. She just stood at the edge of the door and peeked into the room. Her own son is stroking his cock moaning his mom's name. This was a total stunner to her. There was nothing in front of Sid but a textbook and she could not see his cock clearly in that bedlamp light. She was not sure if he was actually stroking at her or not but she can clearly see his hand motion rubbing the cock. She felt a little happy too, for his son becoming aware of sexual things and that he is growing upto a man. She thought it would be embarassing to disturb and enquire about it now and left the room. She went to her room silently and from there she texted his son, "I'm sleeping Siddhu.. don't study for too long and you too go to bed early"

Seeing that text, Sid got scared and immediately looked around, pulled up his underwear and wore pants. He could see no one around. Took a breath and relaxed. He then laid back on the bed turning the lamp off. The words of Raj and Suhas were still running in his mind, his cock getting erected and Kajal's boobs from the blouse, all are running in his mind and slowly he dozed off in those thoughts.

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Kindly provide feedback. Hope I kickstarted this exotic journey with Kajal well. Happy Fapping.

[m00nz-writes]

Nightmare Beginning ( It's a Scream, Baby!)

Summary: Alyssa and her uncle Vitale move to Woodsboro after an incident the year prior left Dante scared that she'd end up getting killed if she continues working in the family business. However, things in Woodsboro don't seem to be much better.

Warnings: Swearing, graphic descriptions of murder, use of cigarettes, mediocre writing

A/N: this fic is solely for fun and not meant to be taken too seriously. I'm fully aware - as a writer - that this concept is entirely silly and ridiculous, but I love to mix my favorite thing (Devil May Cry) and my favorite oc into other things I love because I am a little coocoo for cocoa puffs. ~ moonie

Alyssa sat at the dining room table as she and Vitale ate breakfast. Being in Woodsboro wasn't nearly as bad as she thought it would be, as she had settled into the new home she and her Uncle Vitale had moved into. She had even made a few friends at her new school, which made the experience a little more bearable.

Lyss felt her heart drop when she saw two familiar faces on the TV screen as she stared with wide eyes, the fork slipping from her hand as she took in what was being said…

"Two Woodsboro High students, Casey Becker and Steven Orth, were murdered last night around 9 p.m…" Alyssa looked over at V, who had a sad expression on his face. Lyss didn't know Casey or Steven very well, but the fact that two students had been murdered in cold blood was news to her. Alyssa got up from the table and carried her plate to the sink, rinsing it before setting it down and walking back to her chair to grab her bag.

"Be careful." V said as the teen looked at him and offered a reassuring smile.

"I'm a quarter demon. I should be fine." she assured him before quickly getting on her motorcycle. She started the bike before speeding down the dirt road towards the school, still a little shaken by the news that two of her classmates were dead.

The reason Dante had sent Alyssa to Woodsboro in the first place was because of an accident while she was on a mission the year prior. She'd been badly injured, and because she still hadn't unlocked her demonic powers, she'd been left with a horrible wound that left a nasty scar on her left thigh. Dante was shaken by the fact that Alyssa might have died fighting something far too strong for her, and he convinced Vitale to go to California so Lyss wouldn't get hurt again. But demons were everywhere, sometimes hiding in plain sight.

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As Alyssa parked her motorcycle, she saw all the police and news crews outside the school. She sighed softly as she watched the commotion and noticed that some of the news stations mentioned that the murders might have been related to the occult. The idea was silly to her, she thought that maybe it was someone close to Casey, because if it was something the occult did, then it wouldn't have been so blatant. She was far too used to dealing with the occult.

Lyss walked from the parking lot to the school and saw Sidney walking alone, completely unaware of why what was happening around was about. The hunter quickly made her way over to her, pulling her bag higher on her shoulder and catching up to the brunette as Tatum joined them.

"Do you believe this shit?" Tatum asked as Sidney jumped in surprise.

"Tatum, Alyssa, what's going on?" Sid asked looking between the two girls.

"You didn't hear?" Tatum asked in surprise. "Casey Becker and Steve Orth were killed last night," she explained as Sidney replied in surprise. "And we're not talking 'killed', we're talking splatter movie killed. Ripped open from end to end."

"Jesus, Tate… do you have to be so grotesque about it?" Lyss asked, grimacing at the thought of Casey and Steven being cut up like that.

"Casey Becker? She sits next to me in English." Sid commented, looking between the girls.

"Not anymore… it's so sad." Tatum sighed as they walked. "Her mom and dad found her, her insides on the outside."

"Oh my God… do they know who did it?" Sid asked while Alyssa scoffed.

"Apparently not. They're questioning the whole school," she said while Tatum nodded in agreement. "You know, some of them say it's drugs or the occult."

"It's crazy." Tatum added, looking at the emo as Alyssa nodded.

"Wait, do you think someone at school did it?" Sidney asked as she looked at Lyss.

"They don't know. I mean, Dewey said it was the worst crime they'd seen in years, since…" Tatum trailed off as she looked between Sidney and Alyssa with wide eyes. "Well… it's bad." she said and walked into the school while Sid became visibly sad. Alyssa sighed and put an arm around her shoulders, walking with her.

"It's gonna be okay, Sid," she assured the brunette. "I know they're going to find out who did it."

"Can't your dad do anything?" Sidney asked. Sid was the only one Alyssa had confided in about being a quarter demon and the fact that her father was the "Legendary Devil Hunter," known around the world as the man who'd help anyone down on their luck.

"Unfortunately, no." Lyss shrugged. "Dad only deals with… you know. I mean, he's not even a detective," she looked at the other teenager as she looked down and sighed. "I mean, I could maybe contact mom… but I don't know if she'd be able to help much."

"This is all so terrible…" Sidney muttered while Alyssa nodded and let go of the brunette as they reached her locker. "Are you sure Dante can't do anything…?"

"Dad's dealing with dear Uncle Vergil again. He's more busy with that asshole than helping with a murder. But I'll call mom and Trish and see if they can do something, okay?" she explained while Sid nodded. "I won't let anything happen to you… I promise." she offered a small smile as Sid returned it and nodded again before Alyssa left.

She got to her locker, opened it and grabbed some textbooks, including her homework that she had forgotten to take home. She swore softly as she read through them and frowned a little, realizing how much she really hated algebra.

"You look depressed." Randy commented as he approached the locker and Alyssa looked over at him and nodded slightly.

"Yeah, I just found out what happened to Casey Becker and Steven Orth," she muttered. "I mean, who the fuck could do something like that?"

"Someone with a motive." Randy admitted before Lyss looked at him in confusion, her eyes widening as she realized what he meant.

"You don't think Stuart did it, do you…?"

"I'm saying he's the most likely," he said with a shrug. "I mean, look at the facts! Casey broke up with him for Steven, and Stu was really upset about it. Now they're both dead."

"Oh my God…" she muttered softly, her eyebrows furrowed. "But… Stu doesn't seem like the kind of guy who could do something like that! I mean, the bastard can barely do a simple math equation, Ran."

"You don't need to do math to be able to rip someone apart in cold blood, Lyss." he retorted before Alyssa closed her locker and they both started walking. "I know it's fucked up, but it's just the facts."

"Yeah, but they don't know for sure." Lyss shrugged. "I mean, shit. It could've been Billy. That motherfucker looks like he wants to kill somebody all the time."

"Do I?" Billy asked as both Alyssa and Randy turned to face him. The blonde glared at them as Lyss raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, you do," she replied firmly. "I mean, have you ever thought about maybe going to anger management? You're a ticking time bomb of anger."

"Fuck you, Alyssa." Billy snapped as she scoffed.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" she scoffed before grabbing Randy's arm and continuing on to their first class together.

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Alyssa sighed as she entered the office and set her bag down by the chair. She gave Dewey a small nod of acknowledgement before sitting down and looking up at the principal.

"Welcome in, Alyssa." Sheriff Burke said as Alyssa turned her attention to him and nodded slightly. "How are you doing?"

"Still moving." she shrugged before she sighed. "Just…upset about what happened."

"Were you close to Casey Becker?" he asked as she shook her head.

"Not really… I mean, my house is 9 miles from hers, so I'd see her sometimes and we'd talk, but we weren't close."

"I'm told you have guns in your household."

"Yes. My dad taught me how to shoot when I was 4, but I honestly don't like to use them. It's just for protection." she admitted with a shrug, and Burke nodded.

"Were you close to Steven Orth?" he asked and Alyssa scoffed.

"No," she muttered and shook her head a little. "He's not a bad guy or anything, but he lets…" she trailed off and her eyebrows furrowed a little. "He'd let them push me around and call me horrible things." she finished as Burke hummed.

"So you and Steven were on bad terms?"

"Not really." she admitted. "I mean, I get it. He couldn't always control his lapdogs, but I don't think he was a bad person because he never would."

"Alyssa, did you see anything that night?" Dewey interrupted as Lyss looked up at him and shook her head.

"Unfortunately, no," she admitted. "I went to bed not too long after 9:00. I didn't hear any screams or commotion…" she trailed off, frowning. "But I think I heard some rustling near my house last night. I don't know if it was the killer or what, honestly it could have been raccoons… but it was around the time the news said Casey was found."

"Was that before or after ten?" Burke asked as Alyssa sighed and tried her best to remember.

"I think it was 9:40-something…" she admitted as Burke nodded.

"And you didn't see anything?" he asked as she shrugged.

"I don't like my curtains open when I sleep."

"All right, well… we'll let you go, Alyssa. Thank you for your cooperation." Burke said before Alyssa nodded and stood up, grabbing her bag. "You be safe now." he added as she walked out.

Alyssa sighed heavily as she rubbed her forehead and walked to the courtyard for lunch. She always ate with the gang, even though she hated being around Billy. She never understood what Sidney saw in Billy, he was a total jerk, but Sid claimed he wasn't "that bad". Lyss shook the thoughts out of her head as she walked over to the fountain and was just about to reach it when one of the jocks walking around grabbed her bag and pulled it away from her.

"Hey!" Alyssa yelled as the gang looked at her. "Give it back, asshole!" she snapped, trying to grab the bag as Braden laughed and held it up too high for her to reach.

"Be careful, that freak probably killed Steve and Casey." Vic joked as Lyss glared at him.

"That midget? No way!" Braden laughed before Tatum came over.

"Give Alyssa her bag back, Braden." Tatum snapped at the jocks as they laughed at her.

"Aw, you got your girlfriend to help you?" Vic joked before Alyssa punched him in the jaw. The impact of the blow sent him flying back a good few feet before Alyssa kicked Braden in the gut and he stumbled back, coughing a little as he doubled over.

"Leave me alone." Alyssa warned as she snatched her bag out of his hand. He glared at her and tried to punch her, but she stepped aside and he fell over as she rolled her eyes. She looked over at Tatum, who laughed in surprise and smiled at Lyss, grabbing her arm as they walked over to the fountain.

"Nice punch, Lyss." Stu commented with a big smile, while Alyssa rolled her shoulder and sighed.

"I don't like hitting people… I'm just tired of being bullied." she said before sitting down between Tatum and Randy.

"Yeah, well that probably just put you in a position to get picked on even more." Billy added while Lyss glared at him.

"Get fucked, dickbag." she growled before Sid looked between them.

"Can you please not fight?" she asked as Alyssa nodded and mumbled a small apology.

"She started it."

"Who cares who started it?" Randy commented, looking at him with irritation.

"Screw you, geek." Billy snapped as Alyssa rolled her eyes and sighed.

"I can't do this right now." she muttered as she stood up and started to walk away. Randy looked over at her before getting up and followed her like a lost puppy, walking with her to a large tree near the parking lot. Alyssa sat down on one of the roots sprouting from the ground and opened her bag before pulling out the lunch Vitale had prepared for her.

"Billy really has it in for you, Lyss." Randy said as he sat down next to her. She looked over at him and shrugged, pulling out her pack of cigarettes and putting one in her mouth. "I don't think that's a good idea."

"I really don't care," she muttered, lighting it. "Besides… it's hard to see us from the security cameras," she added as she let the smoke out of her mouth.

"How do you know that?" he asked, confused by the statement, while Alyssa looked over at him.

"I'm a chronic smoker and drinker, Ran. I need to know where the cameras are so I can have a smoke without getting caught." she explained bluntly before he nodded, slightly satisfied with the explanation.

"What did they ask you?" he asked as Lyss blew out more smoke before she sighed.

"About me being friends with Casey or Steve, about having guns in the house, and what I was doing." she shrugged and looked at him. "Basic shit."

[zashamalkin]

Anna Kasterova, on the day of March 8, tells a love story about her wonderful husband.

Anna’s new interview with NHL Russia below the cut. (Very, very roughly translated by Google.)

On a bright day, on the Eighth of March, we decided to devote the rubric “A Picture for 1000 Words” to a wonderful family - Russian David and Victoria Beckham. Gino's beloved wife, the famous TV presenter Anna Kasterova, talks about her husband.

The other day Malkin published an interesting photo in his instagram : beautiful Anna Kasterova is sitting on Zhenya’s neck, and he is walking along the beach. And the signature: "I've been wearing it for five years." How was this picture taken?

"This is in Miami - next to the place where we live, - says Kasterova. - Our joint shooting for one glossy magazine. And the photographer made us such a gift on the fifth anniversary. We also made a video. I put the music, everything is romantic ... Share A thousand words about this picture? You have no idea! I always have a lot of ideas. But in fact there have been so many events and adventures over these five years that even a million words are few! "

Malkin himself in Buffalo was met by our correspondent Artem Soloviev and asked directly: "But it’s not by chance, Eugene, that in this five-year plan you won two Stanley Cups, and you also became a father. The happiest stage in life?"

“This is very important,” Malkin confirmed. “I met the right person who gave me a child. My wife does everything for me to play as best as possible. The family is your rear, your help. I am very grateful to Anna for everything Makes me. I hope this is not the last five years of our life together. "

And how did they meet? Anna Kasterova tells a romantic love story.

“I still can’t get him out of whom he took my phone number! , I got a number somewhere. It's not difficult with his connections.

And he simply wrote: "Anya, hello! My name is Evgeni Malkin. Can I sometimes write to you? Suddenly we will have some kind of friendship ..."

Yes, very modest. But, perhaps, it bribed. We talked for several years. Corresponded every six months. We discussed business, chatted about television, I told the news. Or was kidding: "Buy yourself some book on speech!"

By the way, it can be seen even in the famous film on Channel One - Malkin and Kasterova are teasing each other constantly!

“Yes, we sometimes have sarcastic communication. And we often have humor. Any“ mi-mi-mi ”is not about us. Zhenya is very brutal in this regard. Rarely revealed in terms of feelings,” confirms Anna. knows how to care. Makes a variety of surprises. I have never seen anything like that in a movie. He struck at the very heart!

Here is one example. Zhenya flew to the World Cup in Minsk from Pittsburgh. But he did not say that he changed his plans - he set off through Moscow a day earlier. He persuaded my girlfriend to take me to a restaurant. I go with her, I know nothing. And when we saw Zhenya ... It was such a storm of emotions! We have not seen for half a year. I did not expect him in Moscow. It was a very beautiful move on his part. "

Create a special atmosphere at home - it must be able to. I wonder if Yevgeny is very boiled when he is discharged any disqualification? Recently, he got 50 thousand dollars, and in fact in the match with “Philadelphia” he was first elbowed. How to calm the hockey player to the next match, he went out with a cool head and a warm heart?

“I don’t want to scold anyone. My husband is in this league, we live in America. But I, as a wife, see it as acute,” Kasterova admits. in a recent match a similar blow was delivered to our player Dumulin, and the opponent was given only two minutes, and there are a lot of such moments!

I swear in such cases more than my husband. And he just needs to be alone with himself, so that no one incites and in no way regrets. But you know, I never heard the dirt from Eugene. Not a single swear word to your opponent. He is very worthy and noble out of these situations. Although I see that upset. "

How does the Malkin family spend their weekends? After all, with Gino in Pittsburgh so easy not to walk. Fans will immediately stick, they will not give a step to a step.

“Everything is very trite. When there is a series of home games, and we are in Pittsburgh, we spend most of the time at home,” Kasterova says. “We walk around the grounds, prepare dinner. without attention is impossible. Zhenya is a superstar. We only get privacy and tranquility at home. "

Is it true that Malkin placed the Iron Terminators on the territory of his park? If so, then we know which film was his favorite in childhood!

"Imagine, yes! They stand where they go. We have ennobled the territory, made a spring-summer terrace. Well, the Terminators are on guard. Tearfully asked her husband:" Take away these rusty monsters! Or at least let them be varnished. "-" Do not touch, this is mine! "Some kind of male toys. Well, nothing, I'm already used to them."

Is it possible for the whole company to suddenly appear on a visit to Crosby?

“Yes. Not so often this happens - everyone has their own family, and they spend so much time together on the road. But several times during the season such visits happen,” confirms Anna. “Or Crosby comes to us, plays hockey with ours the son of Nikita. He even admires the kid. Well, we are always happy to see Uncle Sid. Malkin and Crosby are very friendly, they have a wonderful relationship. "

And again we remember how it all began. World Championship 2014 in Minsk. Famous TV presenter Anna Kasterova is standing near the barrier and is waiting for Yevgeny Malkin to be seen for at least five minutes, because the Russian team’s bus is already going to the hotel.

“It was the first championship I went to as Malkin’s girl,” says Anna. “To be honest, I didn’t really know how to behave. that yes how. And even it was not out of pride to run somewhere after the match to see Zhenya for two minutes. It was difficult to join.

We saw each other in Minsk a little after each match. Kisses, hugs. And that's all - Zhenya was in serious mode, like the whole team. Nothing else was allowed. We talked fully, only when we flew with gold medals to Moscow ...

And now five years have passed. Although it was like yesterday. "

[doggytail-duck]

The new Scream was so fucking good, oh my god

Like it felt so true to the series!! All my concerns were unwarranted, I loved it to bits

[polyghostfacehours]

Hi! It's me again, and I have an idea for a little drabble or something! Basically, reader is Sidney's cousin or older sister, and is coming to visit from college during a break. Then later that night, reader stays up later than Sidney and is chillaxing on the couch when they get a call from Billy or Stu. And that's their first interaction with either of the two.

Love this idea! I'm not usually a fan of writing relative!Readers, but this one was too good to pass up! Also kinda popped off and made this a bit long lol.

So to be more inclusive of race, I made you guys the child of Neil Prescott's adopted sister. So you're related by familial ties instead of blood. That way all reader's can enjoy.

(Also because...uh, yeah. Can't see Billy wanting to be with someone related to Maureen lol.)

TW: Mentions of Death. Dark-ish Reader. Fucked a lil with the timeline.

poly!Ghostface x Sidney'sRelative!Reader:

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So, you're Sidney's cousin from her dad's side. You're the kid of Neil Prescott's adopted sister.

You decide to come visit your lil cousin Sidney during summer, since you decided against taking classes this semester. Plus, Sidney had just graduated high school now, and you wanted to congratulate her.

You also wanted to try and be there for her since Aunt Maureen passed. You knew it hit her hard, and saw how hard she cried at the funeral.

You'd never been to Woodsboro before. You weren't particularly close with Sidney, or rather, your mom and uncle just had a more distant relationship, so you didn't get to see Sid often.

Still, you did care about her, so you were psyched to see her!

When you arrive, it's a little awkward, but you guys quickly fall into a good conversational rhythm. She talks about her best friends Tatum and Randy, her boyfriend Billy, and her friend Stu.

You had seen them briefly at the funeral, but never talked to them since you were busy with family.

But despite you not talking to them, they had still noticed you, albeit briefly. Mainly because they thought you were attractive lol. Black was a good color on you.

But besides that, why had they noticed you? Well, the fact that you were clearly (to them) fake crying. Stu had pointed out as much to Billy, being a master fake cryer himself.

And the look in your eyes during the funeral? Just...the lack of emotion or connection. The darker spark he had become keen to? Billy had noticed it in you, just the way he had noticed in Stu.

And it was true. You didn't know what was wrong with you. You convinced yourself that it was because you weren't ever close to Maureen or that you weren't related to her, but you knew it was something more disturbed. You chose to ignore it.

When you ask Sidney what she likes to do, she mentions a few things, but what catches your attention is the mention of a video store.

You go with her and its there that you meet Randy formally, he recognizes you from the funeral and you immediately hit it off. He finds out youre an avid horror fan and is shocked, because you're Sidney's cousin, and Sidney hates horror movies.

You spend most of your time with him and Sid, just talking, and when Sid goes to check out the Musicals section, you and Randy talk horror.

Enter Billy walking into the store. He makes a beeline for Sidney, surprising her in that cliché hands over the eyes way.

She talks briefly with Billy, kissing him and hugging him, and she means to introduce you guys, but you were too caught up with Randy, and even though Billy was going to juay jump in after he hears the topic of conversation, Sidney tells him to not be rude. SO he eavesdrops instead.

Pleasantly surprised to hear you like horror, but with how he saw through you at the funeral, he shouldn't be.

Eventually Sidney notices the time. Shit! You guys were supposed to meet Tatum at the mall. She gives Billy a quick kiss (that he tries to intensify, but she pulls away before he can, much to his chagrin.) and promises to introduce you another time.

She calls out to you and you guys leave abruptly, almost running out the store because damn, you were already 20 minutes late!

You call out a goodbye to Randy and briefly lock eyes with Billy before skedaddling.

You meet up with Tatum, who you already knew. Tatum had come up with Sidney once to visit you guys for {insert holiday of choice} here. You liked Tatum. She was cool and funny.

That night, Sid retires earlier than you, exhausted from the day's events. you were still hopped up on the excitement of visiting, so you decided to watch TV. There was a rerunning of the Exorcist, so you decided to play it.

When the phone rings and you answer, you're confused at first. Like wtf is this creep doing asking you questions.

You want to hang up, but his voice is kinda sexy. Scratch that, his voice is incredibly sexy.

"So...what are you doing right now?" "Watching the Exorcist." "Oh, do you like scary movies?" "Hell yeah I do."

"You want to be in a scary movie?"

You smirk "Only if I get to be the killer."

This gets a laugh out of Billy and Stu. They had initially planned that night to scare Sidney a little with a chase, but you being there fucked that up. They couldnt risk trying to go for two people at the moment.

But hey, why not fuck with you a little.

You talking about various scary movies isn't what intrigues them. You liked horror movies, but so did Casey. A lot of people do. No, what intrigues them was the darker turn the conversation took.

It went from slighty flirty banter to scary movies to being the killer in a scary movie to..."I always wondered what it would be like to kill."

"Yeah? You think you could ever do it?"

"Yeah. I could." you didn't hesitate, or stutter. There was no excusing your words. You just...went off. Talking about what you wished to do to someone. How you'd kill them. Etc etc.

Just...pouring your darker desires out to this stranger. The only person you could. No way in hell you could be honest about this stuff to anyone in your real life. They'd think you were disgusting, and they'd be right.

"I'm surprised that your thoughts are so dark. You don't look like the type to kill."

You freeze. What the fuck. How did this person know how you...

The line cuts off. And your heart feels like it was about to break your ribcage beat. You calm yourself. It was just a prank, they weren't here. Some dumbass wanted to fuck around and you gave them the perfect leeway to do it. You don't regret it though. It was nice to let your thoughts out to a stranger

You're shaken, but after double checking the locks on the windows and doors and drawing the curtains, you go to bed after checking on Sid.

Outside, Billy and Stu are hyped beyond words. The way you spoke about your desires, it mirrored a lot of their inner thoughts as well. Thoughts they could only ever admit to each other You were a kindred spirit.

They'd have to work fast, Stu's big Grad Party where everything would be going down would be happening soon. But they were confident they could rope you in as their partner in crime. Or partner in general.

They weren't sure if they wanted to bring you into the plan yet. Adopted or not, you were still Sidney's cousin. But maybe, just maybe, they convince you. After all, Billy could always use another fall guy.

When they get to Stu's house, Stu passes put, while Billy sits at his desk and begins to draw out some plans to get you on their side. Some subtle manipulation here. Some gaslighting there. Oh man, if he could pull this off? He'd be unstoppable.

[bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky]

I HAVE THOUGHTS ABOUT THE NEW SCREAM

This post contains HELLA spoilers under the cut!

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Okay, maybe I'm just easy to please-- but I LOVED it!

Was it the best writing ever? No. Definitely not.

BUT I really enjoyed it! And I have to say- I LOVE when the killer wipes the blood off the knife and just keeps going- glad they did that in this one.

Okay, I totally called that Sam was Billy's kid- like immediately. What I did NOT call was the hallucinations! I did NOT expect to see Skeet and I actually teared up when he appeared all bloody and in his outfit from the final scene of the first Scream. Damn. 10/10 for me on that.

I thought maybe Sam was hallucinating the attack in the break room, since we'd just established that she had some form of mental illness that included hallucinations, but obviously that wasn't the case.

It was immediately obvious that Amber was one of the bad guys. I don't know if they thought by making it so obvious we'd assume that she couldn't be a killer? But it didn't work.

SO many good little Easter eggs! Tatum's ashes on the dresser, Richie's "you hit me with the phone", THE UMBRELLA- incredible.

Ugh, RIP to Sheriff Judy. And her son. I love that his name was Wes.

I'm obsessed with Mandy being Randy's little clone. I mean, their names rhyme, she gave the whole speech about the rules, HER WATCHING HER UNCLE'S SCENE AND BASICALLY RELIVING IT? Incredible.

So we had Billy's kid, Randy's niece/nephew, Dewey himself, Sid herself, Gale herself, and Stu's nephew. Love that they had legacies.

NOOOOOOO, NOT DEWEY! WHY! NO! I was a crying mess.

I ABSOLUTELY called that they were at Stu's old house. I saw the color of the siding and knew immediately.

I truly did not care about pink-hair girl. So strange. Bad acting. She was unnecessary.

Fuck yeah, Gale and Sydney. Queen shit.

I was not into the reveal of the killers. Okay, so Richie and Amber met online and they're... a couple? She's in high school and he's like 30. Yuck. Anyway, I don't know, I just didn't really buy it.

I get that their motive was to bring the franchise back to life with a "requel", but that motive was just kinda ehhh to me.

What I REALLY wanted was for Stu to make a comeback! They never explicitly state that Stu dies. Yes, he gets smushed by a tv... but I had so much hope that he survived somehow and was now bringing everyone back to his house to finish the job.

Love that Tara was tied up in the closet like Sydney's dad.

Sam's killing of Richie was dooooooopr- very stabby. 10/10.

I love that Gale was so wounded that she couldn't go inside, but they she was like totally fine. Same with Syd- their injuries were not consistent.

I really worried for a sec that they were gonna kill Syd- but she is the ultimate final girl! Nothing can kill her.

Gale and Syd warned Sam that they "always come back" and I so so wish Sam had said "not in my movie" as a reference to the first movie.

Love the panning out from the house at the end with the news crew present.

Overall, I really like it. Fun, interesting, nice references to the other movies. I'm a fan. But also, I'm kinda considered a heathen by the fan base because I enjoy Scream 4.

[imeverywoman420]

Obviously i want to help ALL victims of csa and its weird because both my mom and my dad were molested as children but idk after my dad died and my uncle was umm. (Hes the guy that sid that to my dad) was literally doing all of that Incredibly Evil shit to me after my dad died and acting like a complete Actual Sociopath… i have this like. Joan of arc calling in my heart to work with male victims of csa in my career.

Its not an empathy competition i am equally disturbed by the abuse of all children but i cant explain why i feel this way. I see my dad as a small child in my mind sometimes and i want to hold him. The majority of trauma from my dads death is the result of the conflict with my uncle after my dad died. It was horrifying watching someone i know sexually abused my father try to control everything about the situation and be the hero.

Maybe the sexual abuse was a one or two time thing. But he victimized my dad for his entire life in every other way and then after he died he took that out on his victims daughter. When i even think about it i start crying and getting sick.

[beggingwolf]

sidgeno: soulmate AU + erotic dreams

Sid's standing at a river.

He thinks it's a river. It feels half-formed. He can feel the rumble of the water under his feet. If he doesn't move, the flash flood is going to swell to his soles, ankles, knees, and sweep him away.

"Beautiful," he hears. It doesn't sound right. The word twists in his ears, and a large hand wraps around his elbow, pulling him a step back up onto the bank. "Careful."

Sid wakes up with a gasp. Across the room, the little blue S on his wall has fallen to the floor with a crack. It's his last night at home before he ships out to Minnesota. He'd heard his mom crying after Taylor had gone to bed.

Sid reaches up to touch his elbow. He can still feel the ghostly touch, heavy and strong.

Sid stays up for another hour, thinking it over. Replaying the sound of beautiful over and over again, even though that's not how it sounded in the dream.

He closes his eyes. He tries to say goodbye to home. He tries to push off the dream; he doesn't have the time to think about it, not now, not when—

-

"Beautiful," Sid hears. He lets out a shuddering breath. The hands are everywhere. There's a heavy weight between his legs. There's pressure on his stomach, on his chest. A mouth pressing to his neck. He needs to move. He needs to be touched, he—

The pillow hits his face hard.

"Take it to the showers, Croz!" Duncs groans, his bedsprings creaking as he rolls to turn his back on Sid from across the room.

Sid's face grows hot as he fumbles at his blankets. He slips out of bed, feet hitting the linoleum floor with a loud smack, and he grabs the first article of clothing on the ground—a hoodie, fine, that's fine—before making a break for the hall.

The light of the hallway is blinding, and Sid stumbles to the bathrooms to lock himself in a shower stall and breathe.

His boxers are wet.

Sid shudders on his next inhale. It's been... it's been so long since this has happened, but not like this, never with that voice in his ears or the feeling of a body that's bigger than his covering him so completely.

Sid's been looking at his teammates too much lately. He's been thinking about how tall Matty is, how he's got a wicked smile and a stupid laugh that rivals Sid's own.

"Fuck," Sid whispers to himself. It echoes off the yellowing tile.

-

Soulmates, Sid learned early, don't account for everything.

His mother told him that she'd had dreams of the Eastern Shore back at the height of the whaling trade. She'd remembered the scent of blubber burning, how his father's clothes would stink of blood and salt after he'd return from a voyage.

She had older ones, too. Ones of living in a cramped house in an old country with too many mouths to feed, spending her days working in a horrible factory and sneaking away to find a sweetheart in a back alley.

Older than that, even: one of his aunts liked to claim she could remember as far back to before electricity was discovered. His mom fondly told her sister she was full of shit, but Sid always wondered.

Then there was his grandmother, who never talked about soulmates at all. She was happy with Kenny, but Sidney knew Kenny was not his grandfather by blood. His grandmother was tight-lipped about it, even when the family was swapping dream-memories with each other like cards over the dinner table.

"Soulmates can mean a lot of things," Sid's uncle had told him out on the patio later. "Sometimes they're just the person that leaves the most scars on you."

Years later, as Sid tries to keep his eyes to himself in the locker room, he finally understands how his love could leave him with more scars than he could count.

-

It's a gentle touch to his hair. Long fingers playing in the curls. They're too long. They're always too long, it's not presentable, it's not to code, but war is cruel and bloody and Sid's fucking hair is the least of his concerns.

"Morning, beautiful," a low voice rasps to him. The words are tilted like they always are, but Sid understands. He always understands.

He turns, eyes still closed, and reaches out.

Lips connect with his. There's a dusting of pathetic stubble on both of their faces. The dry, cracked lips he's kissing are still the best thing he's ever felt.

"My watch shift's almost over," Sid whispers. His throat is hoarse, because last night he'd—god, he'd taken the whole length down, and it had felt good and powerful and if he died today he'd be okay with it, he thinks. The war has taken so much. At least he had this. "I need to go back."

"Stay," is murmured up against his mouth. The lips move up to press against his forehead, and the hand in his hair tangles in it, pulls him closer, drags him against a strong body, long legs tangling with his own.

He can feel a hardness pressing into his thigh, and he cracks open his eyes.

His head smacks against glass.

"Shit!" Sid snaps, jerking upright as the bus rolls over another curb.

"Sorry, fellas!" the driver calls, and there's an ugly chorus of groans from the Rimouski Oceanic.

"Jesus," Sid grunts, shifting back upright in his seat, yanking his backpack onto his lap. His skull is still rattling from the rude awakening, and he's achingly hard.

It's a small mercy he has the row to himself. He leans back and closes his eyes, trying to ignore the pain radiating from his head, and his hip where that stupid fucking Moosehead had laid into him, and his tweaked wrist from two weeks ago in Chicoutimi. The street lamps they drive under flare his eyelids pink and then black, again and again.

As he slows his breaths, the urgency fades out of his bloodstream. He's not hard up for it anymore. He's just sore.

More than the feeling of a heavy cock pressed against his leg, Sid misses the gangly arms that had been wrapped around him. He'd had to make out with a girl at a house party before they'd left for Halifax. The team had gotten too nosy, their teasing of Sid's prudishness tipping from "hilarious novelty" to "prying questions," and Sid had swallowed his anxiety and used it as fuel to find a girl and pull her into a corner in full view of half of the blue line and press his lips to hers.

It had felt deeply wrong.

He tries to keep his breaths even as he thinks about how right his dream had felt, and how that deep, sleep-weary voice sits in his skull like it belongs there.

-

Sid pulls his goalie pads off. His eye is swollen shut from the puck he took to the face in the second period; it happens once every few months, and it's incentive to be faster. He laughs as the team around him starts cracking open beers. Their captain lights a cigarette and leans back in his stall with a grin. They're on fucking fire, and they're going out on the town tonight.

Sid comes back home drunk. Drunk and happy and dumped unceremoniously on the steps of his Montreal townhome by his teammates, who cheerfully wave at Sid's roommate.

Sid's roommate.

Sid's roommate picks Sid up. Sid's roommate peels off his clothes slowly. Sid's roommate leads him to bed, where he tucks himself into the cave he makes out of Sid's chest.

Sid's roommate, who grinds back against Sid. Sid groans. He can't get it up, not like this, and his roommate laughs, a low noise, and tells him in the morning—in the morning they'll have some fun, he'll reward Sid exactly how he deserves.

Sid wakes up alone.

They've lost the Memorial Cup. He's still in London. He's not playing for the Habs in their glory days. He's not playing for anyone right now. The season is over. Tomorrow he gets to go home. He gets to hope the draft goes on.

He feels very small and lonely in his hotel bed.

-

The night before the draft, Sid dreams about getting fucked.

He's goddamn lucky Jack sleeps harder than the dead. He's goddamn lucky in so many ways, because he feels those big hands push his legs up, his thighs pressing into his stomach. He feels those chapped lips drag against his neck, his chest, his cock. He feels those long hands stretching him open.

He takes every inch. He gets fucked within an inch of his life. He's held down by that powerful body and he's never wanted something this bad, because it's good and right and he wants it more than anything. He's had it before, in another time, and Sid tells himself he'll find it again someday, he has to.

He comes so hard he cries.

Jack's still asleep when Sid wakes up and ducks into the bathroom. He lets the shower rain scalding water down onto him as he wipes the cum off of his hips.

-

Sid plays hockey in Pittsburgh.

He kisses a man for the first time. It's not his soulmate. He can tell; the man's fingers are too stubby, but he has wide shoulders and a smart smile and it feels good.

It leads to him getting his dick sucked. That's good too.

The dreams don't stop. He's in rural Canada. He's in some ancient country that looks foreign. He's in a busy city center that looks nothing like anywhere Sid has ever been.

He's always wrapped in those long arms, holding those delicate-looking, strong hands.

It's his second season, the morning after another dream—a bad one, where Sid had been old and arthritic and holding a cold hand in his—when Mario looks up from the morning newspaper and tells Sid Malkin will finally be getting in from Los Angeles that evening.

"It's been long enough, he should be out of his contract by the time camp starts," Mario says. "We'll have him over for dinner tonight, I think."

Sid doesn't dress up, but he does put on jeans and combs his hair in the bathroom before Malkin and his translator arrive. He should look presentable, he figures. They want to make him captain. He should make a good impression, especially after all that Malkin's been through.

The doorbell rings, and Sid hustles down the three flights of stairs to get to the foyer.

Malkin's big. Lanky, really, and golden from the California sun. He looks tired but happy, and he's staring at Mario with big eyes and a bigger grin, his chapped lips stretched wide. Sid knows the feeling well.

Malkin turns his gaze to Sid, and something wobbles in Sid's chest.

"Evgeni Malkin," he says, offering a handshake to Sid.

His palm is huge. His fingers are long and handsome.

Sid swallows and takes his hand.

[fandom-imagination-ss]

IMAGINE : Sayid leaving the Island and your staying On the island

Why was it a beauitful day? it shouldn’t be. half of your island family was Leaving, they figured out a dangerous plan too leave on a boat. and originally it was suppose too take all of you. but you discovered half way tru the “heroic” saviour that they werne’t here too save you. they were here for something on the island and you cuoldn’t leave your uncle Lock behind. So painfully you were staying behind. can’t leave family behind

you were on o the shore looking up at Sayid he breathed deeply rubbing your shoulders, “we’ll come back for you. are you sure you want too stay?”

you gotten close too Sayid since the plane clashed.espically when the truth came out about his past. most of the people on the plane were scared of him. but you weren’t. he was always polite and kind too you and he was intoxicated by your kindness. when he announced they were getting off the island he was expecting you too be by his sid but your uncle. when you announced you werne’t leaving it was the first time in a Long time that Sayid felt heartbroken and Gutted. you felt the same you were crying all night but now you stood. wishing him goodbye.

‘you be careful okay.” Sayid touched your head softly holding it with both hands as you reached up cupping his hands. “you be careful- you dont know these people in a hole in a wall.. I have the advantage i know my crazies here.” he smiled weakly. as you stepped closer hugging him. he hugged you back.

“I hope we meet again.”

you smiled squeezing tighter wrapping your hand into his hair as you smiled into his shoulders. “we will- you owe me a date.” he smield brightly too that kissing your head as you both parted as he left.