#billy quinn fanfic

[hanasnx]

❝ not alone anymore. ❞

── billy quinn x reader

MINORS DNI 18+ WORD COUNT: 2k SUMMARY: you meet a handsome stranger at a party, and go out for coffee after. NOTES: i wrote this a year ago and am getting it out of my drafts. WARNINGS: gn!reader | implied: attraction | mentioned: innuendo | smoking | cursing | no y/n.

You raked a hand through your hair, the cold night air fogging your breath as you stepped out the sliding glass door. Escaping the full swing of the party inside, you took refuge out on the balcony, and with trembling hands you struggled to take out a cigarette and a lighter. It was freezing out here compared to the stuffy inside, where the hot bodies dancing acted as a space heater. The dampness of your lips caught the cig, allowing you to check your watch for the time, wondering when you should be heading out. Staring at it for longer than a second told you that it had stopped at one AM. “Shit,” you muttered through your lips dangling the cigarette. How long had it been then? Tapping it out of anger didn’t work either, the face of the clock staring blankly at you. Instead, you tried to light your cig, cupping your hand around it. The lighter sparked, but didn’t catch, no matter how many times you rolled it. “C’mon, really?” A couple more times offered no solution, and you were about to toss and stamp the tobacco in your frustration.

“Need a light?” A voice coming from the side startled you, jumping in surprise, and turning to the source. It was dark out, but you could see. The source was tall, and you watched him rifle his pockets. 

“Please,” you replied, inviting him over. Gingerly, he stepped to you, and cupped his hand to protect the fire from the wind, offering it to you. You brushed your hair back and leaned in, letting him light the end for you. Gently, you breathed in, and pinched the cig between your fingers so you could blow the smoke away from him. He pocketed the lighter. 

“Sorry to scare you, thought you saw me.” he told you, but by this point you’d already forgotten. 

“Hm? Oh,” You wrapped an arm under your chest to protect your middle from the air and to prop up your elbow, sipping your cig leisurely. The smoke warmed your lungs. “no sweat. Don’t sweat it,” you mumbled, kicking the ground underneath you to hear your shoe scrape against the concrete. You sniffed, and glanced at him. “Thanks for the light.” He noticed your small smile, and leaned back against the wall. 

“No problem. It seemed like you were having a hard time,” Apparently he’d seen you curse at your watch and your lighter. 

“Yeah,” you scoffed, “I think I’m just ready to go home.”

“What’s keeping you?”

“Nothing, I guess,” You shrugged, rubbing your temple with the hand that held your cig. “Feel like if I go home, I’ll wonder why I didn’t stay. I’ve got that fear of missing out, you know?” You glanced at him after you asked the question, and you caught him looking at you already. You idled, having calmed down from the nicotine rush, you registered who you were speaking with. It hit you how cute this guy was. Dark hair, styled up in disheveled locks. Handsome face, with soft lips and crystal blue eyes. Perhaps it was a trick of the light, but you could’ve sworn he glanced at your mouth. 

“I get that,” he said softly, and you inhaled sharply at the sound of his lowered voice. 

You adjusted, mimicking him to rest against the wall, and flicking off the ash from your cig. “What about you? Why are you hiding out here?”

“Not really my scene. I’m just a wingman.” He peered over his shoulder to spy his friend cozying up with the woman he’d been talking to. “Looks like I’m a retired wingman.” He returned his gaze to you, shoving his hands in his pockets. 

“‘A wingman’?” you parroted in disbelief, and you looked him up and down. “You?” His lips curled at the question, recognizing it for what it was. A subtle flirt. He gave you a sly look, and to change the subject you offered him the butt end of the cig, “Care for a draw?” He accepted it, your cold hands brushing past one another, and you watched the sharp angle of his jawline as he took a drag. 

“Yeah, believe it or not,” he spoke through the smoke, some curling out from his nose. “I’ll be heading out soon.” You were still occupied by the butterflies that erupted in your stomach from the brief contact. 

“Shame,” you muttered without realizing, and while he took his second puff he eyed you curiously with a tilt of his head. 

“‘Shame’?”

You rolled with it, since it was too late to back track. “Shame,” You shook your head, listening to the bump of the bass inside shake the apartment. “I was just about to ask you if you wanted to come back in with me for a dance.” 

“Dance, huh?” he said with interest, handing off the roach. The temperature of your skin giving him an idea. “I’m not a big dancer.”

“I bet you’re great, c’mon,” You found yourself wanting him to stay. “Just one, I’ll be really nice even if you make a fool of yourself,” you assured, coaxing him. 

He merely shook his head, “Maybe next time,” It was an empty promise. “Nah, I wanna grab a cup of coffee. You should come with.”

“I’m just saying, I find it hard to believe that out of every animal on the planet you’d wanna be a… porcupine.” 

He eyed you over the rim of his mug, brows furrowed. He hissed when he placed it down. “And I’m just saying, that in a world full of predators, I’m gonna be the guy with the impaling armor.” 

You shimmied in your seat, sizing him up. “You wouldn’t wanna be a predator?” you teased. “Most guys I ask usually go for one of the big cats, gator, rhino, or gorilla—“

“—Those are the most popular options—?” 

“— From the guys I’ve asked, yes!” A smile tugged at his lips from the conversation, and you continued. “It’s science, really.”

“Science?”

“Science. I’m telling you. There’s a psychology to it.” 

“Explain,” He took another sip of his coffee. The diner you two occupied was cool toned, greens and silvers and blues. Empty, except for a gray bearded man in the corner, and the two of you sitting on the bar stools, facing each other. 

“The guys who say they’d be gator, those are the rednecks,” You began, and with fake interest, your companion perked up in his seat, flashing you a wide eyed expression. 

“Yeah?”

“Shut up,” you told him playfully, reaching over to nudge his shoulder. He rested his cheek on his fist, and gestured for you to go on. “So those are gonna be the guys with the camo, they’re from Florida primarily, probably carry without a license.” You listed on your fingers, crossing your legs. “Gorilla guys are the big, buff for no reason— like The Rock-level buff— maybe less. From my research,” He raised his brows at you in feigned intrigue, knowing this was based on nothing but your own observations. “they’re more of the hit-first-ask-questions-later type. Rhinos too, however I think Rhinos are the more husky of the two. Other than that, those have been pretty interchangeable. Now, the cats, that’s where it gets interesting.” He checked his watch and glanced up at you, and you rolled your eyes at his bad joke. “I’m almost done. Lions are the vain type, usually long hair, real pretty boys, probably have a tattoo of one or want a tattoo of one.” Your eyes searched the ceiling, feeling hot under his gaze for talking this long. “Tigers are the serene type, zen, yoga, I’ve-trained-with-a-bo-staff and studied-abroad. Jaguars, usually black jaguars, are the goths. The piercings, the tats, the rockstar hair, skinny jeans, and tight v-necks.” You met his eyes. 

“Done?”

“Mm-hmm,” You sipped your coffee, and added some cream before tasting it again. 

“So what about porcupine guys? What do you think of them?” he asked, downing the last of his drink. You saw how his downturned lips attempted to hide his smile, betraying his eagerness to hear your opinion of him. 

“Pretty cool, I guess.” You pushed out your lips, letting your gaze travel generously this time. “Tall, lanky—“ You noted the shift in his expression, and you revised, “—toned,” You narrowed your eyes, gauging his reaction. When it was satisfactory, you moved on, “Nice hair, pretty eyes. Very cool leather jacket.”

“What about personality?” he interjected, leaning back in his chair, and you were unable to ignore how he spread his knees. 

“Calm,” Was your first thought, and he quieted. “charming, endearing.” Your gazes met, locking eyes as you finished. “Hopelessly alluring.” 

As if to taunt you ever further, your companion inclined into your direction— and marginally you leaned in— but his purpose was to shed his leather jacket, sliding it off of his shoulders. Only encouraging his suspicions of your helpless attraction, you stare unapologetically, mesmerized by his elegant movement, and how close the two of you were. His dirty trick had done its dirty deed, and he folded the jacket within itself, tossing it onto the bar behind him so he could face you in his black turtleneck. One that highlighted his figure that had you wondering if he modeled clothing wear by the way he sported it like it was made for him. You moistened your lips and he glanced down at them, drawn to you like a moth to flame. 

His voice was soft, feather-light and carressed your ears like a saint’s prayer. “So what animal did you choose?” 

Having been lost in such a small and seemingly insignificant disrobing, you were stupefied. You shook your head as if to clear your brain fog, responding dreamily, “What?” 

Since you required reengaging, he crossed his arms and fixed his elbow at the edge of the bar so he could insert himself further into the conversation. Demanding your attention, and begging you to check out how thick his arms looked in his sleeves. “You ask all these guys their philosophical animals so what did you say when they asked you?” 

You flashed a confuddled furrow of your brow. Downturning your lips as you searched the corners of your mind for an answer even when it was doomed to chart a naughty course. “Um…” a single nervous chuckle emitted, “I don’t think anyone’s ever asked, actually.” All of a sudden, you were painfully aware of the kind of men you’ve been wasting your time with. 

Perhaps the self-proclaimed “predators” had a bad streak of being conceited. 

Somehow, he understood your entire thought process, watching your expressions shift. This was noted, but not commented on. “So?” he awaited your answer. 

It took you a second to decide. He had spat his so easy, ready with an explanation as soon as you’d thought up the question. Did he choose a creature based on his preference toward it, or was it just the intelligent answer? 

Did it really matter? It shouldn’t, yet here you were, worrying yourself over what this stranger would think of you. Pick you apart like you so carelessly did to the others in front of him. “I’ve always liked white foxes.” Insecure in your decision and how it shone through in your voice, implied an invitation for him to scrutinize you. You expected it. 

A very slight shift in his expression, how he tilted his head, and his oceanic blue eyes traveling you from head to toe— was unhelpful in easing your nerves. “A white fox,” he hummed, interested, playful. “The storybook archetype of a clever and intelligent creature.” You swallowed. “The symbol of trickery, or luck, depending on your culture.” He bowed his head forward to catch your eye, looking at you through his brows, “Cunning, silver-tongued, and beautiful. However,” The start of his new sentence implied something promising, adjusting in his seat to tap his finger onto the bar. “a white fox suggests you hide something.” 

It refreshed you to hear his thoughts about you. Eloquently stated, without sparing too many details. You hadn’t connected any dots without his assistance, but you were more alike to a white fox than you anticipated. Your famed animal inquiry allowed you a small and idiotic window into how people thought of themselves. Not only had he played your game, but he turned it around on you. 

“Is that a bad thing?” you asked, unable to tear your eyes away from each other. 

“I like a good mystery.” 

[cowboy-lover69]

Ghostface's accidentally hurting you during their murders headcanons

(1587 words)

Billy Loomis

--- however, you ended up getting hurt if he was there when it happened, he would panic whether he was in costume or not. It’s a mix of hurting you and fears if hesitates to attack you it might make him look suspicious. 

--- After whatever happened he would urge you to leave town or not go to Stu’s party since he uses the excuse it is a “breeding ground for murder” but since he’s going to the party you called him out for being a hypocrite. 

--- At some point, he runs out of excuses and either drops it or confesses to being Ghostface to you. If he tells you the Ghostface before you can freak out, he tells you his whole story, but it most likely does not sway, you are not really. Depending on how close you were to him, you might have even agreed not to tell anyone or even help. As much as I would like to think that you wouldn't report him to the police you probably would, but you don’t really have any evidence.

Stu Matcher

--- Stu is very protective of you before anything actually happens, but when something does happen however it does, he is very guilty. When you get injured if he’s the one who does it he tries his best to retreat. If he is not, he is the first to you if he's there when it happens.

--- After you are injured, he might not even throw the party or at least he would keep it smaller so you would not know about it, so you don’t come since he and Billy have plans with Sidney that night.

--- Billy would probably not be happy that he was reconsidering their plans because of you. Stu might even back out if he were to back out, he would probably be killed so he probably does not do that. Stu most likely still throws the party, just turns on Billy last minute, or tries to minimize the fallout of the murders for your sake.

Mickey Altieri

--- It was never Mickey's intention to care for you so much no less care when he hurts you by accident during his murders. He starts to fear that his feelings for you will get in the way of his “efficiency” so he tries to find a way to get you out of the way without having to hurt you again. 

--- he decides to take the risk and gets closer to you before continuing the murders, of course, Ms. Loomis is not thrilled but he has a plan, it requires him to be closer to you which he doesn't mind at all since he likes you.

--- At some point, you guys start dating for a while and he takes this opportunity to execute his plan. He confesses to being Ghostface and asks you to join him. Depending on your attraction to murder it might have worked or not.

--- If you do agree you two become partners in crime for the remaining murders and you guys might have even succeeded with the murder plot. Of course, Ms. Loomis would have still probably taken advantage of Mickey, but since you were there, you might have killed Ms. Loomis before that became a problem.

Roman Bridger

--- As soon as you got hurt Roman panicked and started trying to find you a way out of town. Of course, it was not too hard to do that at least for him. 

--- Roman offered to whisk you away on vacation he said that staying would not be safe and a vacation is always nice.

--- Of course, you agreed since you trusted Roman. Of course, later you found out he was Ghostface which probably destroyed your trust in anyone for a while. Therapy will be needed! 

(Sorry I didn't have any ideas for roman)

Jill Roberts

--- When Jill accidentally hurt you during the murders, she had to face the fact that she had to kill you or deal with you in some other way. She was trying to avoid the thought that it was not something she wanted to think about. Nevertheless, she decided to just keep you out of the way, so you won’t be an issue.

--- After the stab marathon was canceled and they go to the Kirby house for the after-party she tries to make sure you won’t know that the after-party is going on since she doesn't want you to be a problem and make it harder for her to execute her plans.

--- you end up showing up since Robbie live streams while he's there and you recognize the outside of the house. You show up a little after Jill kills Charlie. You see Robbie's corpse so you run inside to find Jill and Sidney. 

--- Jill is a very good manipulator and you guys are really close, so she deters you from calling the cops. She tells you to go home instead of staying to aid in her story. Jill loves you but does not trust you to corporate her story, since of how carefully she crafted the timeline to work in her favor and she also didn’t want you getting cold feet last minute. 

--- When the cops ask later you tell them you were not there that night, and they believe you but soon after it’s all for nothing since Jill ends up being caught in the end.

Charlie Walker

--- you're the first person to ever acknowledge him romantically, so when you end up getting yourself hurt during his and Jill's little murder spree he feels guilty.

--- He starts being very clingy I mean more than usual since he wants to keep you safe, he finds that he can keep you safe if as long as he's not in the Ghostface costume he can keep you close, and safe.

--- He still helps Jill but insists that you are not invited to the after-party. First of all, part of the plan was to get romantic with Kibry so that when he is tied to the chair later she will want to help him. 

--- you find out about the after party but just a little late. You show up just as the police do and they find Charlie dead and Jill the only survivor. Later you find out from the news and Sidney that Charlie and Jill were the killers.

Amber Freeman

--- It was never Amber's intention to get you involved, she actually wanted you as far away as possible but it was not working out that way since you ended up in the crossfire.

--- At some point, she realized she had to do something with you, but she couldn't kill you. She didn’t want to, so she made a distraction.

--- she couldn't have you showing up to the party so she slashed the tires on your car and bike so you couldn't leave. She understood after she and Richie finished the job she would never be able to see you again, but she thought that was better for you and her own good.

--- you found yourself walking to the party, but it took a little while and you ended up showing out around the time the police did and you found out what happened with Amber and Richie, and it all made sense.

Ethan Landry

--- Ethan did not like the emotional trouble he found himself in when it came to you. He loved you but he also felt a loyalty to his family, to his father. When you had accidentally gotten yourself hurt in the apartment scuffle, he could not forgive himself but for now, in fear, his father would kill him like his mother, so he kept his mouth shut. 

--- In an effort to try to keep you safe he tried to keep you as far away from the main group as possible since Tara and Sam specifically Sam was their main target it was best if you avoided the group but of course, you didn’t listen since you didn’t know why he was asking you too you thought he was jealous.

--- When he, his father, and his sister revealed themselves at the theater he regretted it almost as soon as he did it, he hated the pain in your eyes. Later on in the scuffle, he turned on his father and sister in an effort to make up for what he’s done. Whether it worked or not is up to how eager you are to forgive a killer because he was pressured into it. 

Quinn Bailey

--- Quinn would get very quickly attached to you in a way that differs from all the others she slept with. She cared for you and wanted to keep you safe from her life as a Ghostface. She didn’t want to have to hurt you, but she ended up doing just that and she knew she had to take greater measures.

--- she would find reasons to keep you far away from her till she and her family were done with all the Ghostface things of course it didn’t keep you away for long. So, she faked her death; you can’t be around her if she was not “alive”.

--- Since Quinn’s “death” you grew closer to Sam, Tara, Chad, and Mindy. It was good for you to have friends while you are grieving, but not so good for Quinn's conscience. You were not allowed into the theater for the Ghostface trap. So, you had to find out secondhand what became of Quinn which was not great for you.

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"Hey there, gorgeous." Billy's hand rested on your hip as the two of you walked down the sidewalk, the club's music fading in the distance. You giggled and bit your lip before responding, "I've been here all night, Bill~" His fingers traced the curves of your body, the alcohol on his breath no surprise given the amount you both consumed. Your heart raced as Billy led you down a dimly lit alley, the cool night air brushing against your warm skin.

He pushed you against the chipping brick wall, his lips crashing into yours in a passionate kiss. You moaned into his mouth, hands roaming his chest. Billy's hands gripped your hips tightly as he began grinding his body against you, his arousal growing more evident. Pulling back, he panted, "Up," and helped you lift your legs around his waist. "I've got you, doll. Don't you worry," he murmured.

The alley was dark, but the distant sound of traffic and occasional passerby heightened your excitement. As soon as he pushed his cock into you, you laid your head back against the wall, whimpering as you gripped his shoulders. Billy buried his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at the sensitive flesh. The two of you were a tangle of limbs, desperately trying to get closer. His hand snaked down to grab your ass, squeezing the supple flesh as he thrust upwards.

With a final, deep thrust, Billy came, his cum spurting into you as his body shuddered. Your orgasm followed, walls clenching around his shaft as you cried his name. You stayed there, basking in the afterglow. After a few moments, you two reluctantly untangled yourselves and adjusted your clothing.

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[shortnspidey]

BROKEN RECORD

Eddie Munson x OC!Reader || stranger things || seasons two - four

SUMMARY: Lyra Hargrove had to grow up quickly, constantly adjusting to unwanted changes. The hardest was moving to Hawkins, Indiana after her father remarried to keep up a facade of a happy family. Weeks into their new life, Lyra notices Max acting secretive and avoiding everyone. She soon discovers that Hawkins is linked to the Upside Down, a dangerous, demonic version of their town. Joining the monster hunting club brings more secrets, lies, and potential heartbreak.

WARNINGS: friends to lovers, second chance romance, cursing, angst, stranger things violence, some talks of blood and gore

A/N: I do not own any of the stranger things characters only Lyra and her storyline as well as any other OC's that I create. Please do not copy or translate my work; paraphrasing is still copying! As always, thank you for all the support in my writing, I appreciate every single one of you! 🥰

➩ SEASON TWO

➩ SEASON THREE

➩ SEASON FOUR

[greedystevie]

SECRET

not as it seems part one

college!steve x college!fem oc

summary: you and steve are in a "secret" relationship and your best friend/roommate doesn't know

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) oral (fem receiving) fingering

word count: 1.9k

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

authors note: okay this is actually a little bit of a novel i've been working on but i named one of the main character's steve so now i just keep thinking about steve harrington whenever i write for it (probably why i've written 2k words in like 3 days when i've been in a drought) so this is not a y/n insert but i don't describe the fem!main character in any specific way so go and imagine yourself :) but also don't be surprised if this disappears in the future

“Beatrice! Hurry up, we're going to be late!” Thomasina called down the hallway to a distracted Beatrice. A Beatrice who was too busy fantasizing about her crush Steven.

While Beatrice was busy trying on pretty dresses and making herself up to try and ask out the guy of her dreams at this party he was showing up to  their shared New York apartment for Thomasina. Beatrice comes out of her room to see who came in to see Steve- she almost falls to the floor. “Oh uh, hi Steven I didn’t know you were coming over. Did Cece let you in?” Beatrice tucked her hair behind her ear. Posing herself as she tried to come across desirable.

Steve cocked his eyebrow up as he wondered what the fuck she was doing, “yeah she did.” He ended up responding.

Thomasina came out with a couple of drinks, handing one of them to Steve. “Finally she emerges from her cave,” she giggled, stepping towards her friend.

“I uh, heard the door open and shut so I came to see what was going on. Also,” Beatrice grabbed a random garment off the back of a chair. “I’ve been looking for this everywhere.” Huffing out back towards her bedroom.

“I always forget how much she flirts with me,” Steve chuckles softly.

“Probably because she has a-“ Thomasina stopped before she told her best friend's secret. Even if it was about her boyfriend, to her boyfriend. She could never do that.

“What?” Steve asked.

“Oh nothing,” Thomasina stepped close enough to touch his chest. “It doesn’t really matter anyway.”

Steve tenderly placed his hands on her hips, bringing her body closer to him. Locking lips with hers in a heated makeout session. Gripping the edges of her thin t-shirt Steve slipped his hands onto her smooth skin. Fingertips feeling every bone, every twitch of her muscle as he climbed up further towards her breast.

Just as their shirts were coming off and things started to steam up between them Beatrice could be heard coming back into the living area. Thomasina jumped off of Steve. Frantically searching for the articles of clothing while Steve stood still trying to hide his ever growing erection with his hands. She tossed him his shirt and he quickly put it on. Thomasina scurried behind the long sofa to put hers on, pretending to look for something she dropped. Popping up over the couch after Beatrice had been standing frozen at the edge of the room for who knows how long.

Thomasina sauntered over towards Steve, a jacket that had been on the floor for days gripped in one hand, the other grazing his erection. Steve flinched, screwing his eyes shut as he calmed the rising reaction inside himself. Thomasina smirked to the ground before turning towards Beatrice, “hello again Bea.” Thomasina smiled. Slipping past her towards the hall closet to finally put the jacket away. No thought in her head about possibly cleaning it.

Beatrice didn’t budge from her spot, continuing to stare longingly at Steve as if he might vanish at any moment. He was visibly becoming uncomfortable by her gaze by the time Thomasina came back to lean on the couch near him. Side-eyeing his muscular profile as discreetly as she could, stifling a giggle as she saw him still trying to hide his bulge. Sighing and heaving herself off the sofa Thomasina started, “Bea- are you-“ she was interrupted.

“What is he doing here? I don’t remember inviting him?” Beatrice let out a high pitched half giggle near the end. Her nerves finally subsided.

“Sally sent him over to drive us to the party,” the lie came out so smoothly.

“Why couldn’t she make it?”

“Last minute errand I think,” Thomasina scratched her head trying to remember specifics. Specifics that didn’t exist.

“Hm,” Beatrice touched her pointer finger and thumb to her chin in thought. “How ‘bout you Steven? Did she tell you anything specific?”

“No,” he shook his head.

Beatrice nodded in response. Backing away towards the front door, “okay. I guess I’ll head downstairs then. I’ll meet you in the lobby.”

“Are you sure you’re ready to go?” Thomasina asked.

“Oh yeah,” she sniffed. Closing the door behind her.

Steve relaxed as she turned away. The tension in his shoulders instantly lifting, “finally.” He breathed out. Cracking his knuckles which sent shivers down Thomasina’s spine. Her breath hitched in her throat as she took a moment to remember how to move her chest up and down to let air in. Thomasina spun back around to face Steve, the last thing on her mind was to go meet Beatrice down in the lobby.

After a few moments of silent tension between them Steve took a couple long strides, closing the gap between them. Removing his black cotton t-shirt and tossing it to the brick wall, revealing the few tattoos he had hidden on his chest and back. Thomasina delicately reached out to touch her lanky secret boyfriend. Feeling his rough skin underneath her fingertips as he gripped her hips to bring her closer to him. Snaking her arms around his neck at a snails pace, slowly bringing his head closer to her lips. Tenderly pecking his mouth, tugging at his hair. Bodies in sync as their knees move to the floor. Steve’s fingers tug at the edges of Thomasina’s shirt. Sliding his hand up underneath it to feel the heat of her stomach on the way down to unbutton her jeans. Taking off her acid wash pants for her, lifting her feet one at a time out of the stiff fabric. Leaving her in generic cotton panties that match her cotton shirt. She started to lift the shirt over her head when Steve stood up and quickly gripped her hands to stop her. Lowly growly, “no. keep it on.”

Thomasina smirked at the request. Now she didn’t have to reveal that she wasn’t wearing a bra, although she was pretty sure he could tell. Lowering her arms back down to her sides Steve began leaving kisses on the palms of her hands, pulling her down to the floor. Before continuing he grabbed a couple of pillows off the leather couch without looking, always keeping eye contact with Thomasina. Laying her down on the rough pillows one under her head and one at the small of her back. “How's that?” he queried.

“Perfect,” Thomasina breathed out.

Steve lowered his head to her thighs, leaving soft kisses along the line of her underwear. Thomasina’s leg kicked up as a reflex when he brushed up against the one ticklish section on her body where her torso and leg meet. A quick series of giggles burst from her lungs. Steve continued to kiss down her leg and over to the other one as his motions calmed her back down. Thomasina moved her arms towards his head, letting her fingers grip chunks of his freshly washed hair. Gently tugging them towards where she wanted him, but he resisted. She huffed in frustration. His cold nose biting her flesh as he moved his face wherever he pleased.

Finally, as her consistent grip in his hair felt him move back to the middle. Steve’s eyes darted up to see Thomasina’s eyes screwed shut. Waiting for something spectacular. He smirked, snaking his fingers into the fabric of the elastic waistband of her underwear pulling it down slowly. Thomasina’s thighs constricted slightly by the excitement of him moving closer to the most needy part of her. Nuzzling the tip of his nose deep inside of her, Steve took in her intoxicating scent. Pulling it away from her and replacing it with the stroke of his fingers. “Is this okay? Does it feel good?”

All Thomasina could manage in response was a hefty moan. Steve smirked, a little bit proud of the effect he had on her. “I just want to make you happy Tom cat,” he stroked her thigh with his free hand. Taking it all the way up her torso to her breast.

“Stevie,” she groaned out in pleasure. “Faster.”

Obedient Steve pumped his fingers faster, eyes just peeking over her waist as he started to lick her pearl. Never taking his eyes off of her face. Coming up for air Steve pulled his fingers out completely, leaving Thomasina yearning for more. Licking his fingers clean of her insides before unbuttoning his pants and pushing them down part of the way. Boxer shorts following suit, covering his cock with his big hand and started to rub it back and forth a few times.

“Don’t forget the condom dumbass,” Thomasina panted.

“I thought you were on the pill?” Steve questioned. Eyebrow popping up as he pulled his pants back up for the wallet that he didn’t realize had fallen behind him.

“Doesn’t mean I want you’re dirty-“ she gagged before finishing. “Penis inside of me without a jacket on.”

Leaning back to pick up his wallet and take out one of the many fresh condoms he had tucked in it since they had started having sex. Sighing heavily as he knew she wasn’t serious. Rolling the rubber up, watching her bite her bottom lip as she watched the act. “I literally took a shower today,” Steve sighed as he settled into her with a grunt.

“I know boo,” Thomasina moaned. “Your hair is so luscious. Have you been using that shampoo I recommended?”

Steve nodded, unable to say words as light, breathy moans escaped his throat. Thomasina mimicked his actions, trying to keep the sound to a minimum. But it was hard. Wrapping her arm around his neck entwining her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck once more. “It’s done wonders for you honey bunches.” She gasped so loudly as her body shook with release.

Riding it out right with her until they were both a sweaty mess on top of each other. Heaving and giggling until the front door slammed open. Their faces covered with shock, at least until they realized it was Sally.

“You two are so lucky I slipped past Bea!” She screeched, not caring about their half naked, tangled bodies. “You are not as slick as you think you are. You are going to hurt that poor girl if you aren’t careful,” Sally stomped back out. Making sure to also slam the door shut the same way she opened it.

“What does that mean?” Steve asked, confused. Removing himself from Thomasina. Exhastedly huffing as he lays next to her on the rough floor.

“I promised I wouldn't tell,” Thomasina bit her lip. Turning to face him.

“Well if I know what’s going on maybe I can help,” he smiled sweetly at her.

Sighing Thomasina weighed the options in her mind. Ultimately deciding to tell him, “Beatrice has a crush on you.”

“Oh that,” he chuckled.

“You knew?” Thomasina sat up like a shot, “Who told you?”

“No one told me,” he grunted as his elbow slid against the floor when he struggled to sit and meet her gaze. “I figured it out.” He sighed as he gave up on trying to sit up.

Thomasina silently got up, picking up and dressing herself in the discarded cotton underwear. Going back over to her turtle of a boyfriend she bent down to grab his arm and heave him off the floor.

“Guess we better get going then,” Steve sighed as he pulled his clothing back on.

Thomasina quietly nodded in response. Not very happy about the wake up call her friend had given her, very much planning on getting wasted at this party.

[novelsbynia]

GEMINI:

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CHAPTER FOUR: Mindy’s intervention

Nicholas Alexander Chavez as Dr. Asher Newman

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October 28th

"Okay nerds listen up." Mindy called for the attention of her friends. They were currently sitting on the wooden benches at the student park at Blackmoore. Scarlett sat down between her sister, Tara and Ethan. "As terrifying as this all is, I'm actually glad I get a chance to redeem myself for not calling the killers last time..." Mindy trailed off as she adjusted her white crop and sienna jacket. "It's fine. Okay the way I see it, someone is out to make a sequel to the requel."

"Uhm, what's a requel?" Anika raised her hand. "You're beautiful, sweetie. Let's hold questions till the end." Mindy instructed her girlfriend. Anika shot her a smile and a nod. "Stab 1 took place in Woodsboro. Stab 2 took place in college." Sam added. "So we think that the killer is trying to copy the movies?" Scar asked. "That is one possibility. Hero's now in college: Check. Suspicious new characters brought in..." Mindy gestured over to Ethan. "Hmm?" He hummed confused.

"... to round out the suspect list and/or body count: Check, check and check." Mindy pointed at Quinn, Anika, and Ethan. "I don't like this." Ethan shook his head. "But it can't just be about Stab 2." Mindy continued. "Why not?" Tara asked. "It would makes sense if this were just a sequel. But we're not in a sequel, because nobody just makes sequels anymore. We're in a franchise! And there are certain rules to a continuing franchise."

"I had a feeling." Sam muttered. "Rule one: Everything is bigger than last time. Bigger budget, bigger cast, bigger body count. Longer chases, shoot-outs, beheadings you got to top what came before to keep people coming back." Mindy explained.

"Beheadings?" Chad looked up from the notes he was taking. "Beheadings. Rule two: Whatever happened last time, expect the opposite. Franchises only survive by subverting expectations. If the killers last time were winy snowflake film nerds with Letterboxd accounts instead of personalities-"

Scarlett looked over at Ethan with a smirk who's eyes widen and looked down at his lap."-you can bet the opposite will be true here. And rule three: No one is safe. Legacy characters? Cannon fodder at this point. Usually brought back only to be killed off in some cheap bid for nostalgia. It's not looking too good for Gale and Kirby. Oh and that's not even the worst part!" Mindy shook her head.

"This is the part where she tells us the worst part." Chad added. "The worst part is franchises are just continuing episodic installments design to boost an IP. Which means main characters are completely expendable now, too. Laurie Strode, Nancy Thompson, Ellen Ripley, Sally Hardest, Jigsaw, Tony Stark, James Bond, I mean even Luke Skywalker all died so their franchises could live on. That means it's not just the friend group. Any of us could go at any time, especially Sam, Scarlett, and Tara."

The three sisters glanced at each other. Great they were on the chopping block more then they already were at this point. "Great" Scar dragged on. "Thats just great." she slowly nodded. "Wait, any of us?" Ethan spoke up. "Yeah." Mindy said. "Am I in the friend group?" Ethan looked around at his friends with a confused look on their faces. How could he not think he was in the friend group? The group thought.

"Yeah." Mindy spoke. "Am I like, one of the targets?" Ethan asked again with more worry in his voice. "Mm-hmm." Mindy nodded. "Am I gonna die a virgin?" The group looked at him, each with a different expression on their faces. Scarlett however just looked confused. Ethan hasn't been a virgin for the past three months. She looked at him and tilted her head. "Wha-" she started to whisper but then just gave up and shook her head.

"Weird overshare, but it brings us to our current suspects: Ethan. The shy, dorky guy who no one suspects because he's so shy and dorky." Mindy gestured over towards Ethan. "What?" This time Scarlett's voice was audible. "Okay wait. Why am I on the suspect list? Because I'm randomly Chad's roommate?" Ethan gestured over towards Chad. "Roommate lotteries can be juked. You could have fixed it to get next to us." Mindy snapped then turned her attention over to Quinn.

"Quinn. The slutty roommate. A horror movie classic." Mindy pursed her lips in a fake kiss motion. "Sex positive. But thank you?" Quinn voiced confused at Mindy's backhand complement. "Mm-hmm. Um, how did you come to live with Sam, Scar and Tara?" Mindy asked. "I answered their ad online." Quinn looked over at the three nodding. "Okay. Say no more. You've already implicated yourself enough."

"It was an anonymous ad, Mindy. And you know we vetted her. Plus, her dad is a cop." Scarlett added. "And that makes it even more likely that she's the killer, because having a cop dad is a great cover. Do you not remember how these movies work, Scarlett?" Mindy's voice started to get louder as her sentence went on. "Is she always like this?" Quinn asked.

"And finally... Anika-" Mindy turned towards her girlfriend who blew Mindy a kiss. "-never trust the love interest." Anika's smile faded. "Okay. So, we have our rules and we have our suspects." Sam started. "But wait What about you guys?" Ethan spoke up. "I mean, I think it's pretty safe to rule out the four of us who went through this last year in Woodsboro." Mindy chuckled. "Agreed." added. "Um, not agreed. What if the trauma you all went through caused one or more of you to snap?" Quinn expressed. "She's right though. I mean, face facts. If we're all suspects, you're all suspects." Anika looked at her friends. "Fine. We can be suspects too." Mindy agreed.

"Okay well I have to get to class. I'll see you guys tonight?" Chad grabbed his black book bag from the ground. "Yeah whenever you guys are finished with your classes." Sam informed him. Chad gave her a nod before he started walking off. "Oh wait for me." Anika grabbed her stuff quickly. "Well you guys have fun learning and all that I have some things I have to do." Mindy told her remaining friends. "Oh so you're not coming to class? Kind of suspicious if you ask me." Ethan trailed off.

"Oh shut it virgin I have to make an appointment I booked last week." Mindy flipped him off. "Okay okay." Ethan held his hands up in defense. "You ready to go?" Ethan nudged Scarlett's shoulder. "Go where?" She pulled away from talking with her sisters. "Class." Ethan smiled. "Oh shit, I didn't think they were doing class today." Scarlett grabbed her school bag. "Yeah they got a sub I heard." Ethan stood up from the bench. "Oh okay yeah." Scarlett turned over to her sister. "I'll see you guys later."

"Text me when you're out of class please and when you're home." Sam instructed. Scarlett nodded her head. "Do you think she's going a little overboard?" Ethan asked as they started walking to their destination. "I would, but you weren't there last year. I think she's just being cautious." Scar  shrugged her shoulders. "Do you really think I'm a suspect?" Ethan looked over at her. "I think everyone is. You said it yourself."

"You're right." Ethan sighed. "Virgin?" Scarlett asked. "I don't know. It just sort of slipped. Good way to throw them off track though." Ethan smiled. "I don't think they were ever onto us." Scarlett chuckled. "We'll just in case then."

"Whatever you say babe whatever you say." Ethan looked over at her, she slipped. She never called him those pet names unless they were hooking up.

XXXX

Class was per usual with except with the new sub after Dr. Crane murder last night. Scarlett was going to miss her in all honesty. She was the only teacher here who tried her best to resonate with her students no matter how young or old they were. This new guy now Mr. Newman, granted she was sure he wasn't prepared at all to teach a class today. Honestly judging by his nervousness this might be his first time teaching in front of a class. It was kind of crazy how young he looked for being a professor with a doctorate. Then again Dr. Crane was also in the same boat. She looked ridiculously young.

After a long conversation about how old horror cliques could be linked to mental health Scarlett let out a yawn. She was exhausted after last night. She went to pick up her phone on the desk row in front of her. Dead. How did she forget to charge it after the shower. Scarlett let out a small sigh and then turned her back a bit to look at the clock oh the wall in the back of the class room. About twenty more minutes of class. She went to turn back around when she caught the attention of a curly haired boy whose eyes were already on her before making contact with her own. Scarlett gave him a smile and a wink before turning her attention to the front of the class again.

"Okay guys that's just about wraps us up for today. Thank you for baring with me today and once again, I'm sorry for your loss." Dr. Newman told the class as his conclusion of discussion finishes up. Scarlett started to grab her stuff while trying not to get in the way of any passerby's trying to get out of the row. "Ms. Carpenter, Can I see you for a second." Dr Newman's words caught her attention as Scarlett was starting to leave her row. She walked down the black tiled steps to the front of the classroom. "What can I do for you Dr. Newman?"

"I just wanted to check in with you. I heard you and Dr. Crane were close and you were starting the steps to be her TA." Dr. Newman asked as he leaned against the dark wooded desk. "Oh yeah I was trying to at least. Also thank you, she was my favorite teacher." Scarlett shot him a small smile. "She was one of my favorite colleges. I was going to ask if you would like me to continue the steps with you?" Dr. Newman offered. "Oh yeah that would be great Dr. Newman thank you."

"No need to thank me. I would be thrilled to have you as a TA base off your grades and the notes Laura left." Dr. Newman lifted up the note pad on the desk Laura left behind. "You're staying?" Scarlett asked. "It's looking like it, yes."

"Oh then yeah I would definitely appreciate it. Thank you Dr. Newman." Scar thanked him as she adjusted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "Please call me Asher, and I won't keep any of your time. Looks like your friend is waiting for you." Scarlett turned around to see Ethan leaning against the wall near the exit with his phone in his hands. However his eyes weren't on the screen, they were on her.

"Well you have a great night." Asher smiled at her. "Yeah you too Dr. Ne-, Asher." Scar corrected herself. She turned around and made her way towards Ethan at the doorway. "Why'd you stay behind?" Scar asked. "I saw that your phone was dead and I didn't think it would be a good idea for you to walk home with no battery, in the semi dark while there is someone after you." Ethan explained."You're right. I appreciate it."

"No problem. I texted Sam too and I told her that we are on the way now and your phone died." Ethan put his phone in his blue jeans. "Ahh is this part of your plan now where you kid nap me and end me in a dark alley somewhere?" Scar teased as they started walking down the hallway towards the exit. "You caught me. Can't let you escape." Ethan reached down and grabbed her hand with his own. Scarlett didn't pull away though. They walked hand in hand for the remainder of the time till they hit the front door. Scarlett took out her keys as she unlocked the three locks on the door.

"Where is everyone?" Ethan asked as they entered. "Sam went to go grab Tara from class since you got me, I'm sure. Quinn I think said she was out on a date earlier. I don't really remember." Scar went in her room to set down her bag and plug in her phone. "I need a shower. I just need to rinse the whole day off of me. Do you maybe want to join me?" Scar asked peeping her head out of her room to see Ethan in the living room. "Isn't even a question. Let me put my shoes and stuff in your room." Ethan quickly went over and slipped over his vans in Scarlett's room. Scarlett headed over towards the bathroom and turned on the shower.

[elliewlums]

Not a very specific request but I’d love to see some touchstarved!Billy x clingy!Reader please and thank you 😊

touchstarved!billy my fucking beloved</3 also this is shit i apologise

content warnings: touch starved!billy🥺 touch aversion due to being touch starved, v soft, billy gets all the luv and cuddles<3

billy’s been neglected his whole life; it’s a fact you’ve very begrudgingly come to terms with. a fact that, even after months of dating your sweet boy, fills you with white-hot, indescribable rage. how is it fair? that the people that were supposed to protect him damaged him beyond comprehension.

billy struggles with physical touch. you can see in his expression how badly he desires to be held, to cuddle in bed and on the sofa and hold hands at the supermarket, just little mundane things. but he’s incredibly shy and he’d never make the first move, so that leaves it down to you.

of course, you’re eager to oblige.

at first it’s slow, a brush of your knuckles against his cheek when you leave the bed to make him breakfast, a kiss on the shoulder when he’s faced away from you. and when you’re sure he’s comfortable, it increases. a kiss under his jaw just because you feel like it, climbing into his arms in the middle of the night and tangling your limbs with his own.

he’s startled when you hug him in the shop one day. he goes taut and draws himself tight; you pull away to look at his face.

“this okay, baby?”

he nods, lip quivering, and you coo, reaching up to hold his chin between your thumb and finger.

“what’s the face for, then?”

he shakes his head and sniffs, but nuzzles into your hand when you splay your fingers to rub his stubbled cheek.

“jus’, no one’s ever hugged me like that before.”

“like what, hon?”

“like they love me, y’know?”

your heart breaks. “i do love you.”

the ghost of a smile plays across his lips, so quick that you might’ve thought you’d imagined it if you didn’t know better.

“you do?”

“of course i do.”

that conversation seems to have opened the floodgates for billy. he holds your hand the entire way home, white knuckled and clinging, and is reluctant to let go when you fish your house keys out of your pocket.

when you ask him if he wants to watch a film, he’s ready on the sofa for you to crawl on top of him; you press a firm kiss to his cheek and drape your arms around his neck. he goes soft and boneless, face pressed to the juncture of your neck as your hands rub along his back in big, sweeping circles.

and when he starts to loll and his eyes flutter shut, you pull him up and slide him into bed, wrapping him in blankets. he whines until you press your body against his and kiss all over his pretty face. despite the big bed, there’s not an ounce of space between the pair of you: his legs entwined with yours, his head on your chest, arms squeezing at your middle. you brush soft curls out of his face when his breaths deepen and slow. it’s the most relaxed you’ve ever seen him.

“love you,” he mumbles, half asleep.

“love you more, baby.”

[maretinelli]

MASTERLIST maretinelli

All stories made by me.

Ben Barnes

DÓNDE ESTÁ EL AMOR?: In which Y/n and Ben are separated, but their characters in the series are not. As a result, there was a scene in which the two characters needed to reconcile, however, Y/n and Ben weren't acting at that time.

TELL ME THE OPTION: Y/n and Ben do a silly interview, in which they have to choose between two options. (Actress! reader)

OUR STORY OF CHANCE: Y/n and Ben meet at a bar in New York.

OUR STORY OF CHANCE²: Years have passed since they met in a New York bar by a mutual friend. And now, after 9 years, Ben is sure he must ask that question.

EVERYTHING IS FINE: Where Y/n is an obstetric doctor and comes home in a bad way because one of her pregnant patients died during a procedure. (Doctor!reader)

ALL FOR Y/N'S BROTHER: Where Y/n and Ben do an interview to promote a new film they debuted together, and some fans ask questions about their professional and personal careers . (Actress!reader)

Andrew Garfield

GREECE: Where Y/n and Andrew spend their vacation in Greece hidden from the paparazzi since they are in a private relationship.

A GREAT PROPOSAL: Y/n, half asleep, asks her boyfriend if he would be part of the film she has in mind.

Sírius Black

THE GENERAL: In which Sirius arrives at the Potter's house injured after the fight with his mother and Y/n wants to take revenge. But can his girlfriend really beat Walburga? (Potter!Reader)

THE GENERAL²: Where Y/n wants revenge for Sirius, but can she really beat Walburga?! (Potter!Reader)

COME FIND YOUR HALF SOON: Y/n and Sirius had broken up. The boy with dark hair was going through difficult days with his family and this was the only way to protect his girlfriend. However, on a rainy holiday day In the summer he appears at the girl's cousin's house, just on the day she was there. What happens when his ex sees him all bruised and burned?

I CAME TO APOLOGIZE: Y/n and Sirius have been having an affair since Hogwarts, but this shouldn't continue anymore, as he is married.

I CAME TO APOLOGIZE²: After years without him and all the problems, someone knocks on Y/n's door, making her surprised. And after a lot of talking, she needs to introduce someone to him.

OUT OF EVERYTHING: Y/n has a busy week due to her work as head girl and her boyfriend gives her a little surprise to make her relax.

MEMORIES MAKE ME CRY: When Y/n's father gives her a box from her childhood, memories come rushing over her feelings.

YOU'RE THE ONE THAT I WANT: Lily and James get married. And in the middle of their waltz, Y/n has a great choreography idea for when she gets married. And of course Sirius wouldn't fail to make a wish later.

IT'S YOUR WOMAN: When Y/n gets a trail bike from her father and her boyfriend had no idea she rode it. (Potter!Reader)

77' PARTY: To which, Sirius and Y/n's personalities are the same and they love going out in matching couples' outfits.

SUNFLOWERS TO MY LOVE: Where Sirius spends the Christmas holiday at the Potter's house and brings a little gift to his girlfriend. (Potter!fem!Reader)

GERONIMO'S CADILLAC: By day, they're just members of the marauders and great old friends, but by night, she's the woman of his dreams.

I WANT ONE: Y/n and Sirius spend time playing with Harry, making them want a baby too.

BABY HARRY IS COMING: Sirius and Y/n are Harry's godparents, and he is coming into the world bringing joy.

Joseph Quinn

YOU ARE TALKING TOO MUCH: Where Joe gives spoilers for the film he filmed with his girlfriend.

OUR BABY'S BALLET: Y/n and Joseph watch their daughter's first ballet performance.

Edmund Pevensie

WE HAVE TO CHANGE BAKERS: In which Y/n prepares a picnic for her boyfriend and bakes a cake. But let's just say she's not good in the kitchen.

YOU CALLED ME LOVE: Where Y/n calls him by that nickname.

LIKE YOU'VE DONE BEFORE: In which Edmund becomes jealous of the friendship that Y/n has with Caspian and ends up saying nasty things. Which results in a much bigger problem.

WILL YOU MARRY ME?? AGAIN...: Even after spending years dating and getting married in Narnia in the golden age, Edmund makes an important request to Y/n, However, now here in your world.

ADULT MATTER: In which in a meeting with the Pevensie brothers, Y/n and Ed talk about a situation they went through together.

WE WERE THREE: When the Pevensie brothers and Y/n return to the teacher's house, Ed and Y/n despair when they see that they left someone behind.

WE WERE THREE²: Y/n and the Pevensies return to Narnia, still missing their son, but something they find ends up bringing comfort to their lives. At least a little.

BACK TO ME: Y/n was in the prophecy too. She ruled Narnia together with the Pevensies, but Peter made her marry the prince of another country due to agreements. But what happens when she is in love with Edmund and he is in love with her?

Prince Caspian

I WILL STAY WITH YOU: To which Y/n decides to stay in Narnia the second time and ends up meeting up with her brothers in the Dawn Treader. (Pevensie!Reader).

I WILL STAIN WITH YOU²: The Pilgrim's adventure ends, and everyone has to say goodbye to Ed and Lucy, as they have to return to their real world. But what about Y/n's heart, knowing that he will never see his brothers again?? (Pevensie!Reader)

Jake Peralta

IT'S NOT OK, BUT I'M HERE: Where y/n gets sick at work, and leaves the entire squad worried about the information she says before fainting.

TOTAL ECLIPSE OF THE HEART: In which Jake and y/n make a bet on who can arrest the most criminals and S/n has to fulfill the agreement at the end of the shift.

GREAT FRIEND OF YOURS: Jake and y/n have been friends for as long as they can remember, but as the years go by their feelings begin to turn romantic.

I THOUGHT IT WAS YOU: In which, y/n goes on a mission alone, things go wrong and Jake thinks his "best friend" has been murdered.

LITTLE GENIUS: That night is Jake's day to take care of his daughter at home, the night goes well with cabanas, a parade and sweets before dinner, but before going to sleep, little Peralta asks a question that leaves her father no reaction.

SHE WILL COME BACK: In which Y/n is expelled from the police and goes on an undercover mission in the mafia. However, Jake will have to live six months in doubt, after declaring his love for his best friend and receiving no response.

SHE WILL COME BACK ²: Six months passed, Y/n gathered the information needed to arrest the biggest mafia family and return to the squad. Of course, having to settle things with Jake first.

OUR LITTLE: When Jake and Rosa are framed for robbing a bank, the 99 squad is on edge coming up with ideas to get them out of the situation. However, just as Jake is about to go to his audience, your fiancée has something to declare.

ACTS OF GIFTS: They have always been those couples who give gifts for nothing, but it is always good to remind the other person how much you love them. That is, apart from gifts.

Billy Russo

AND I WANT YOU: They met in the navy, and from then on they became best friends. However, there was always an extra feeling within the two of them.

Daryl Dixon

A SURPRISE OF LOVE: Where Daryl's wife goes on a patrol and arrives all injured, but during the exams Daryl discovers another member.

[nicklesbam]

Hey I really love your scream fics! Could I request Sam x fem reader where they had been dating for awhile set within the scream 6 ending but it is Reader not Tara who hangs over the balcony and Sam has to wrestle with her feelings before letting her go

that sounds amazing oml. I can definitely try. btw I couldn't find any gifs of that scene

Sam and y/n raced up the ladder to get away from the three Ghostface killers. They carefully walked along the edge until y/n heard a gunshot aimed towards her. Y/n quickly fell and held onto the edge the best she could with blood on her hands but couldn't keep a grip, right before she fell Sam grabbed onto her hand

Sam felt her heart pounding in her chest

"I can't! I can't hold on!" Y/n shouted terrified. Sam tried to soothe her

"It's okay" just then ethan jumped in the air aiming his knife towards y/n. Y/n shrieked

"No!" Sam screamed, scared of losing her girlfriend. Ethan kept swinging his knife up in the air

"I've always wanted to stick something in you y/n!" He shouted. Y/n was disgusted by the comment

"Fuck you!" She shouted

"Fuck you!" He screamed full of rage

Sam was holding on for dear life to the girl but she kept slipping. Just then Sam turned to see quinn had made her way upstairs. She looked down at y/n worriedly, y/n saw Quinn and turned to her girlfriend fast

"You guys are so fucked now!" Y/n just wanted to shut him up. Sam looked towards the gun on the floor

"Sam" y/n called. Quinn started coming closer and Sam was struggling to hold onto her girlfriend

"Sam?" Sam turned towards y/n

"Let me go" y/n spoke confidently. Sam immediately responded

"No!" She held her grip tighter as y/n let one of her hands fall

"Yeah let her go Sam! Come on!" Ethan spoke

"Shut the fuck up ethan! God were you this annoying the whole time?" Y/n turned her head and shouted at the boy

"I'll fucking kill you!" Y/n had made him mad again

"I'll kill you virgin piece of shit!" Y/n screamed full of rage then turned back to sam

Quinn got even closer to Sam while ethan tried to stab at y/n from below again

"Trust me" y/n looked at Sam, her face practically begging, "you have to let me go." She spoke

Sam grabbed her dad's knife and handed it to y/n. Y/n grabbed the knife and said one last thing

"Kill that motherfucker" Sam nodded and let go of y/n's arm

Y/n landed on top of ethan. Ethan stabbed her in the stomach and twisted the knife

"Gotcha!" Ethan shouted like an excited little kid who just caught someone during hide and seek. Y/n had enough. She grabbed the knife Sam had given her and plunged it into ethans mouth

Quinn looked down in horror as ethan was choking on his own blood. Sam smirked as y/n twisted the knife, making ethans eyes go wide

"Now you can shut the fuck up" y/n whispered to him before yanking the knife back out. His blood splattered all over y/n as she started sobbing, at least now he can't terrorize her and her friends

"Looks like you're down another brother" Sam spoke in a condescending voice to Quinn, y/n chuckled after hearing that. Quinn started screaming and charging at Sam until Sam shot her right through the head

Bailey stood horrified at the scene of his daughter

"And you're down another child" y/n spoke to Bailey from the first floor

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

BILLY QUINN is the type of guy to tease you with the prospect of a kiss. He’d incline into your direction, let you get comfortable, let you expect to feel his lips on yours. Your eyes fall closed, you pucker, you lean into him, only to be rudely awakened by his pause. He offers them to you, yet when you chase he backs up just out of your reach. Like a game, he toys with you, baiting you right into frustration. There’s a curl to his countenance, a hint of a malicious smile as you make a fool of yourself for him, pinching your brows together. His large hand nestles comfortably against the column of your neck, slotting as if it was made to choked. He lures you in, only to refuse you at the last second, and eye you like you’ve been caught thinking it’d be that easy for you. He won’t let you any nearer than a millimeter from his pink tissue, ripe and plump to be molded against yours. You want it worse than before simply because he won’t allow you to have it.

“S’wrong, baby? You want somethin’?” he taunts, his row of pearly teeth peeking through his parted lips. Lips you wish were yours already. You’re too involved in yourself, and you manage a subtle nod, and a confirming squeak. “Speak up, huh? Use those words.” His callused thumb strokes your jaw, you can feel every detail of the rough texture of his guitar-playing hands against your skin.

“Kiss me.” you whine, your palms patting the sides of your thighs in a mini-tantrum. Your sweet features twist in want. “Please?”

“Pretty girl.” he tsks. The anticipation works you up so much that a mere brush of his lips against yours has a heat pool between your legs. Effortless, you condemn yourself, easy. That’s what he must think of you. “Always wants what she can’t have.”

[localemofreak]

Tell Your Baby, That I’m Your Baby.

(Billy Knight x Fem!Reader)

Based on the song:

I Bet On Losing Dogs - Mitski

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‼️Warnings‼️: use of y/n, slight angst which turns to comfort, Billy have a breakdown, etc. (if I forgot anything please tell me!)

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It had happened again.

Billy had another episode, and you weren't around when he had it.

You had been trying to take care of Billy, ever since his previous actions you have tried to be there for him but it's been pretty hard when since he was one to distance himself from what seemed like everyone except for his brother Jimmy.

Right now you we're searching the streets in a panic after coming back to an empty apartment and the shattered glass of a random cup in the middle of the apartment, knowing he definitely dropped it when he started having his little episode.

As well as the news playing on the tv, it probably being the reason it triggered the episode for Billy.

You looked everywhere you think he would be.

Finally, you got to the last place you could check- the small apartment Jimmy would hide him in.

You thought the first place he would go to was his brother since you weren't with him.

You managed to break through the door of the apartment, seeing it looking 'empty' but you knew it wasn't.

"Billy! Billy!! It's y/n!" You called out as you started desperately running around, searching random rooms.

Finally, you got to this one room and tried to swing it open, only seeing it was locked.

You could hear the small whimper of somebody inside the room, knowing it was Billy.

"Billy sweetheart.. it's y/n let me in please.." you whispered through the door as you tried to shake the doorknob.

You heard more whimpering and shuffling in the room before finally, Billy said something.

"Go away please.." he whimpered out as you could hear him hiding himself, probably curled up in the corner.

"Alright Billy, you left me no choice-" you said before finally you managed to kick a hole through the door, digging through it before finally crawling through.

You wiped off any debris from the door off of your outfit before your eyes glanced around, finally landing on Billy who was curled up on the bed in the corner of the room, his brown doe eyes watery and looking at you.

"There you are, I was looking all over for you. Come on let's head-" you started to stay as you took a step forward before getting cut off, Billy tossing his arms in front of him to block you.

"Don't come near me!- please.." he called out, a tear falling down his cheek as you stared at him, slightly in shock since he's never really yelled at you, or turned you away during one of his episodes.

"Billy, baby... I'm here to help you.." you whispered as you slowly started moving towards him, your hands up slightly as you crouched down to his level.

His hands slowly moved down as he stared at you, a soft scared look in his eyes.

"Tell me what happened... please?.." you whispered as he gave a small sniffle and violently rubbed his nose with the back of his hand, a thing he did whenever he felt upset or nervous about something.

"I-I don't know!- I don't know.. what happened..." Billy said as he rubbed his nose harshly once again, his body slightly shaking while he brought his gaze down.

You decided to gently and slowly take his hand in yours, hoping that would help him focus on telling you what happened

. "I-I.. I saw something.. on the telly- about a girl.. she was missing, and- and I-I... I guess, it made me remember-" he said before cutting himself off with a small whimper as you let out a small sigh and gave a sympathetic look.

"Baby.. it's okay you don't have to say anymore-" you whispered before he nodded and you just pulled him into your arms, causing him to cling onto you while sobbing into your shoulder.

"Did you take your meds today?.." you whispered and Billy hesitated for a second before lightly shaking his head, his face still against the crook of your neck.

"I-I forgot.. I'm sorry-" he muttered quietly before you cut him off with a small kiss on the side of his head.

"it's alright- don't be sorry.. just please, remember next time.. I don't want this happening again.." you whispered as he quickly nodded his head in response.

You both just sat there for a while, holding each other in each other's arms before finally you managed to get him up and bring him back to the apartment, deciding to just try and relax for the rest of the day with him.

[shortnspidey]

CHAPTER TWO: UNFORGETTABLE ENCOUNTERS

Eddie Munson x OC!Reader || WC: 1.6K

A/N: lyra and Billy have arrived at hawkins!! Anyone else think Jonathan is criminally underrated? I know this chapter was kinda boring and a filler chapter for what's to come. I'm so excited to write the famous Halloween episode! Eddie and Lyra scenes coming soon!

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Lyra knew that Billy was a sucker for attention. However, this was certainly not the way she expected to arrive at her new High School. As if from a scene in a movie, heads turned to his sleek, dark blue Camaro pulling into the parking lot. The music blaring from the car speakers adding to the anticipation. As Billy parks the car, out steps Max, Lyra following close behind. "Have a good day at school, Cherry." Lyra smiled handing Max her skateboard and watching her skate away.

"She better not be late." Billy chastised throwing his cigarette bud on the ground. "You just love to make an entrance don't you." Lyra scoffed playfully reading Billy like an open book. As Lyra leaned over to get her backpack from the backseat, Billy immediately noticed the amount of male attention she was attracting. Not liking it one bit.

Completely oblivious, Lyra swung her backpack over her shoulders ready to get the awkward introductions out of the way. "Where do you think you're going?" Billy questioned glaring at his sister. "To the main office, we have to pick up our class schedules." Lyra looked at him as if he had grown two heads. "Wearing that," He gestured to the Def Leppard cropped top.

"I don't think so." He tsked pulling a black leather jacket from the trunk of his car. "It's your shirt. I stole it from your closet." She deadpanned giving him the meanest glare she could muster. "Just put the damn thing on." He insisted, throwing his leather jacket in her direction. For the sake of not wanting to argue knowing how stubborn and hot-headed he was she did as he asked. "Happy?" She grumbled sarcastically. "Ecstatic." He retorted with an eye roll. 

It was getting harder and harder for Lyra to ignore the whispers and blatant stares that they were both receiving upon walking toward the main office. She knew that both males and females found Billy attractive.  With his tall, muscular frame, perfectly styled blonde hair, and confident swagger, he exuded an air of mystery and rebellion. Billy's presence has certainly made an impression, and the tension in the air is almost tangible.

On the other hand, Billy was scowling at anyone who dared to look at Lyra for more than five seconds. There was a reason why he had handed her his precious leather jacket. He had no problem knocking out any dirtbag who so much as looked at his sister with lustful intentions or even dared to wolf whistle in her direction. Both siblings made their way to the administration office, where a sign reading "Class Schedules Here" hung crookedly on the door.

Inside, the room was filled with the soft hum of fluorescent lights and the faint smell of copier ink. The walls were adorned with bulletin boards showcasing upcoming events and motivational posters that seemed to promise endless possibilities. A table near the entrance was stacked with neatly arranged packets of paper, each labeled with a different grade level. Lyra and Billy exchanged a glance before reaching for the pile designated for seniors.

Their fingers brushed against the smooth, cool surface of the schedules as they slid one out from the stack. With schedules in hand, they stepped aside, allowing other eager students to grab their own. They unfolded the papers, revealing a grid of classes, room numbers, and teacher names. "Intro to Psychology." Lyra muttered assessing her first class of the day. "What about you?" Billy shrugged handing his sister his class schedule. "Who cares, I'm ditching."

The blonde rolled her eyes. "Just don't get caught." Billy scoffed, nonchalantly checking out the cheerleaders who walked by. "I'll see you later." Walking off to find her locker, she was surprised to see Billy hot on her trail. "You let me know if anyone bothers you." Billy declared leaning against the locker next to his sisters. "Easy, Hellraiser," She taunted spinning the dial on her locker and managing to open it on the first try. "I can handle myself. Have fun ditching." With a mischievous grin, Billy sauntered off, leaving Lyra to face her first class of the day.

Thankfully, Lyra's psychology teacher did not bother to introduce her as the new student in front of the whole class. She exhaled a silent sigh of relief and slipped into the back of the classroom, her teacher's eyes only briefly acknowledging her presence before returning to the lesson at hand. Gratitude washed over her; there would be no standing in front of the class, no spotlight to amplify her discomfort, and no need to articulate the reasons behind her and her brother's abrupt transfer during the final stretch of high school.

She settled into an empty desk, the cool surface a welcome barrier between herself and the sea of unfamiliar faces. The hum of the fluorescent lights overhead mingled with the murmur of her classmates, creating a cocoon of anonymity. Lyra's heart rate steadied as she realized she could blend into the background, at least for now. As the teacher dove into the intricacies of the human mind, Lyra allowed herself a moment to observe her peers from the safety of her peripheral vision.

No one spared her more than a cursory glance, and that was just fine with her. Here, in this small corner of the world, Lyra could be just another student, her story tucked quietly away beneath the layers of adolescent complexity that filled the room. Luckily the lecture went by smoothly, after a few notes and intricate doodles scrawled in her notebook the school bell rang, signaling the end of class. She quickly grabbed her book bag, making a mental note to stop by her locker to exchange her books.

"Hey," The voice of one of her classmates, Tina, she recalled interrupts her thoughts. "You're new, right?" Instead of saying something snarky and borderline sarcastic, Lyra chooses to instead nod awkwardly. "I'm throwing a Halloween bash tomorrow, hope you can make it." Lyra flashed her a faux smile taking the orange flyer from her hand. "Oh, and feel free to bring that sexy boyfriend of yours." Lyra couldn't hold back the look of disgust that made its way onto her face.

"Billy's not my boyfriend, he's my brother." Tina's smile only grew. "Good to know." Lyra took that as her cue to leave shoving the flyer into her bag and giving the curly-haired brunette another fake smile. The school halls are buzzing with the energy of students rushing to their next class. Amidst the chatter and locker slams, Lyra navigates her way through the crowd. That's when she spots them—a huddle of muscular athletes, their letterman jackets a stark contrast to the sea of regular high school attire.

They're looming over a brunette boy whose back is pressed against the cold metal of the lockers. His eyes are wide, darting around for an escape that doesn't exist, his hands fumbling with the straps of his backpack. Lyra's steps falter for a second, taking in the scene. The boy is practically shrinking under the weight of the athletes' sneering superiority. One of the jocks, a tall guy with a smirk that's all teeth, is leaning in too close, his hand raised reaching for his camera.

"Hey, Byers, who are you spying on today?" One of them jeers, snatching the camera strap. Lyra watches as he tries to grab his camera back, but the jocks are playing keep away, laughing at his attempts. Without missing a beat, Lyra strides over with a palpable determination. Her presence shifts the air, and the jocks' attention snaps to her, their mockery momentarily forgotten. The boy seems to hold his breath, his eyes meeting Lyra's for a fleeting second. Lyra stands her ground, her voice cutting through the tension like a knife.

"Beat it assholes." She challenges them, her tone laced with a confidence that belies her status as the new kid. The athletes, caught off guard by her boldness, falter, their facade of invincibility cracking. The standoff is brief but intense, and as quickly as it begins, it ends. The jocks, with a roll of their eyes and a huff of annoyance, back off. They throw a final, warning glance at the brunette boy before they disperse.

Their egos bruised but not quite ready to admit defeat. Lyra offers a hand to the boy, helping him regain his composure. He's visibly relieved, his gratitude evident as he adjusts his camera strap and mumbles a shy "Thanks." She nods, a silent pact forming between them. "Don't mention it," Sticking her hand out she takes the moment to introduce herself.

"Lyra Hargrove." Shuffling the strap of his camera over his shoulder, he meets her halfway shaking her hand. "Jonathan Byres." With the final shrill of the warning bell Lyra gives him one last smile before walking toward the opposite end of the hallway. "Nice to meet you, stay outta trouble, Jonathan Byers." And with that, both teens disappeared into the sea of high schoolers.

[greedystevie]

WARM ME UP

not as it seems part two

college!steve x college!fem oc

summary: you and steve are doing homework but you cant seem to concentrate

cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) cock warming

word count: 1k

18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

authors note: okay this is actually a little bit of a novel i've been working on but i named one of the main character's steve so now i just keep thinking about steve harrington whenever i write for it so this is not a y/n insert but i don't describe the fem!main character in any specific way so go and imagine yourself :) but also don't be surprised if this disappears in the future

Thomasina was impatiently waiting for Steve to be done with his essay. She herself had given up on working for the night when she heard the string of curses drip from his mouth. It had turned her on so feverishly that now she was pacing around the perimeter of the living room. She was actually slightly surprised that he hadn’t popped his head up to wonder what she was doing, but he was so focused at the island in the kitchen why should he.

The glow of his laptop, the buzzing from the red bull through her veins. It was becoming too much. She needed him. She needed him now. Chewing on the inside of her lip Thomasina silently moved towards him. Swaying back and forth when she didn’t dare come any closer. Legs stiff as boards, trying not to rub them together and feed the temptation without him. Reaching out to touch his shoulder, hand hovering over it for a few seconds before crash landing on its surface.

Jumping up startled Steve pulled out his earphones, big eyes staring into her needy ones. “What is it?” He asked, concerned. Hand coming to wrap around her thigh. Sending shivers through her body.

“I really need you baby,” she dragged out. Biting her bottom lip.

Steve knew she was serious because she never calls him baby- ever. “You can’t wait?”

Thomasina shook her head no.

“Shit Tom cat,” he sighed heavily. “I’m in the final stretch,” Thomasina mewed when he said those words. “Really? You’re that horny?” She nodded in return. “Fuck. Come here.”

Steve pulled Thomasina by the hip to between his legs. Gently he brushed his hand across the front of her thigh towards her pussy, before his fingers even reached it he could feel how wet her underwear had become. “Oh baby,” he whined. “You really need me.”

Thomasina hummed as her body started to vibrate from his touch. “Whoa calm down baby,” Steve chuckled. Removing his hand from her sensitivity. She pouted, yearning for his return. “Be patient my love.”

“I’m trying,” Thomasina whined.

“Well try harder,” he said, getting off the barstool. Pulling down his sweatpants and boxer briefs in one go. Sitting back on the stool he motioned for Thomasina to come closer. “You ready Tom cat?”

“For what?”

“You ready to be taken care of?” He said through a few breathy gasps as he pumped himself enough to get hard.

“Always.”

Steve took action, taking her clothing away from her hips and down to her ankles. She stepped through the holes in her garments ready for whatever surprise he had in store for her. “Alright babygirl come here,” Steve picked her up off of the floor. Hovering over his semi-hard member he set her down on top of him. Sliding into her perfectly like a puzzle piece.

Before she had the chance to react Steve brought his warm finger to her mouth, “are you going to be a good girl and wait until I am done?”

“Yes sir,” Thomasina nodded softly into his hand. Leaning into his chest as she wrapped his arms around him for balance.

Pulling his laptop towards him Steve feverishly worked to finish while Thomasina was cooing into his ear. Every once in a while he would bring a hand up, rubbing along her spine. It drove her absolutely crazy. Vaginal walls pulsating around his cock causing him to moan loudly. “Shit,” Thomasina whispered in his ear. Breathing heavily, “I’m sorry baby.”

“No babes, it’s my fault for torturing both of us. I should’ve known how you would react,” he breathed in sharply. Tapping at the keys on the laptop one more time before closing it for the night.

When she heard the snap of the laptop close Thomasina moved to look at Steve’s face. “Did you finish?”

“No.”

“Am I that distracting?” Thomasina pouted.

“Yup,” Steve nodded. Digging the pads of his fingers into the sides of her hips so hard he left his fingerprints indented in her skin. Lifting her off of him and gently setting her back on the floor. Getting out of the seat, leaving his pants under its legs. Grabbing Thomasina’s hand dragging her to the bedroom.

Ripping open the drawer to the bedside table picking out a condom. Opening it, rolling the rubber onto his erection and sitting down on the plushy mattress. Patting his lap ready for Thomasina to ride him once more.

Sliding her knees onto the mattress, one on either side of his legs. Steve massaged his cock back into the comfortable blanket that was Thomasina’s pussy, still warm from his last visit. “Oh fuck,” he moaned into her ear when she started to grind her hips against him. “You are going to kill me one of these days.”

“Only if you don’t kill me first,” she whispered into his neck. Letting the sensation of pleasure completely overtake her senses.

Humping his lap harder, faster nails digging into his back. Voice growing ever higher pitched with every new sound that erupts from her lungs. Steve repaid the sentiment by tightening his grip on her hips. Guiding her the way he wanted her, not that she always took direction.

“Stevie,” Thomasina panted.

“Yeah baby?”

“Stevie,” she surprised him by pushing him back onto the bed. Practically screaming as she took her new freedom to bounce faster on top of him.

“Woah Tom cat,” Steve found his grip on her hips again. “Don’t have too much fun without me,” he chuckled. Finding a more comfortable position for the both of them.

“Pussy,” she smacked his chest lightly. “You could’ve finished with your ass hanging off the bed. You could’ve finished if we fell onto the floor. I know you, nothing could ever possibly stop you,” she smirked down at him.

“Ugh,” he moaned loudly. “You are such a dirty girl, I love it.” He moved his hand up Thomasina’s torso, sending shivers up and down her spine. Rubbing circles at her sides that made her weak in the knees.

“You bitch,” she breathed. Vagina pulsating around his cock, ready to cum all over it. “I’m gonna-“

“Me too baby.”

[novelsbynia]

GEMINI:

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Chapter Two: The Bodega

Warnings: violence, blood

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October 27th

"Sam slow down." Scar yelled out to Sam quickly walking down the stairs to their apartment complex. "Scar, go back inside, lock the door." Sam grabbed her sisters shoulders and tried to turn her around. "Tara no you too." tried to turn her tara before she spoke up. "Are you serious? Now you don't want to stick together?"

"Fine." Sam sighed. She knew she wouldn't win the battle against the two. The three started walking down the sidewalk of the windy New York street. Just then Sam's phone started ringing from the back pocket of her blue jeans. She pulled it out for the three to be met with a picture of Richie displayed on her phone. "What the fuck?" Scar whispered. "I never deleted his contact. This is coming from his number."

"Don't pick that up." Tara warned . "Just let it ring." Scar agreed. Sam however clicked the green button on the bottom right of her phone and brought it up to her ear. "Sam." Scar looked around to see if she could find anything or anyone suspicious.

"Who is this?"

"Hello Samantha. Did you miss me?"

"I want you to think long and hard about whether you really want to do this. Because the last two people that fucked with us ended up dead."

"You should be thanking me Sam. Jason and Greg were going to kill you and your sisters. I gutted them before they had the chance."

"So what? You're protecting us now?"

"Not quite, I'm going to show the world who you really are. A liar and a killer. I'm going to punish you Sam."

"You shouldn't believe everything you read on the internet, asshole."

"Don't be cute, you're going to pay for what you did and I'm not going to stop until I butcher you and anyone who gets in between us. You three better watch your backs."

"You better watch yours."

Suddenly Scarlett felt an arm wrap around her neck. "No! No!" Sam shouted as she watched the man in the mask bring his knife up. Scarlett quickly brought her elbow to his mask with force causing him to stumble back. She quickly removed herself from his grip as Sam and Tara pushed him back against the bikes parked in the bike racks.

"Come on. Run!" Tara told the two before they started sprinting down the sidewalk. "Help! Please!" Scarlett yelled as she looked back to see Ghostface getting up from the bike rack. "Somebody help!" Tara yelled. Sam looked around as they came to the end of the sidewalk. She spotted a bodega with a few people. "In there!" Sam pointed towards the small shop. The three ran in the store and headed straight to the cashier. "Please help us! We were just attacked!" Scar shouted at the clerk as Tara and Sam collectively warned him as well.

"There's a fucking line here, girls." A bald man they cut tried to yell over their commotion. Suddenly the door bell goes off as the hooded figure walks through. Sam grabbed the two and stepped back as Ghostface waled forward. "You got a problem here guy?" The bald man stepped in front of him. The masked figure turned his head slightly before gabbing the mans shoulder in one hand and shoving his blade repeatedly in his stomach with the other.

Others ran out the store as Ghostface had his attention stuck on the three in front of him. "Hey!" the clerk yelled as he let off the first shot from the shotgun he had behind the counter. He missed. "Go out the back!" The clerk yelled. The sisters hit the door only to be denied with a lock. "Fuck it's locked!"

"Keys! We need your keys!" Scar turned to the clerk who was waiting for the the masked man to return. His attention went to his belt with the ring of keys attached to it. Jingling them trying to find the right one. "Look out!" Tara yelled as Ghostface emerged from behind him. He tried to grab the shot gun from the clerk who was holding on tight. Ghostface pulled out his knife and plunged it into his shoulder. The clerked cried out in pain as he let one hand go of the shotgun letting Ghostface quickly rip it out of his hands. Ghostface roughly punched the clerk with he end of the shotgun causing the clerk to fall. He rose the gun with his right and pointed it over to the clerk on the floor begging for his life. In one pull of the trigger the bullet left the gun as the clerk's blood sprayed the fridge behind him.

Sam pulled the girls down behind the the shelves and brought her finger up her her mouth in a quiet motion. They listened carefully to the sound of the gun cocking and Ghostface's steps on the ground. Another shot hit the freezer behind them causing Tara to exhale in surprise. The three quickly moved along the isle as another shot went off. They covered their heads from the falling debris before quickly making it to the next isle. Scarlett's heart was beating out of it's chest from the mix of Ghostface coming up on her right and Sam trying to quietly grab a beer can off the dirty floor. She threw it a couple isles over causing Ghostface to turn his attention over to where the sound was coming from. They slowly crawled over to the isle they were just in when Tara's hand landed on a piece of glass. The sound of the glass crunching made everyone stop in their place. Sam held up a finger as she watched Ghostface through the cracks of the shelves. "Go." She instructed as he turned around. The three pushed the shelf over causing Ghostface to fall back onto the floor. "Run! Go! Run!" Sam yelled as the three made it to the front door where they were met with police sirens and lights.

Scarlett turned around to see the locked back door that they were stuck at moments ago, open with the keys in the door. She glanced down to the floor to see the old mask laying on the floor.

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"This was found next to the body at the apartment crime scene." Bailey lifted up the evidence bag with the Ghostface mask. He sat down at the interrogation table with the crime scene photo's displayed across it. "DNA says that it belongs to someone named Richie Kirsch. Does that ring a bell?" Scarlett looked over at Sam waiting for her to respond first and that she did. "We're familiar with him."

"But the one that attacked us had a different mask on. It was kinda more beat up, like it was older." Scarlett explained. "I gotta ask. Do you have alibis for earlier tonight?" Bailey asked the three. "Scar and I were at a party with our friends." Tara spoke up. "I was at my therapist's. I can give you his information. You can call to check with him if you want. Then I met Scar and Tara at that party where I tased someone." Bailey looked up from his phone with a confused face. "Unrelated."

"Was that before or after this happened?" Bailey turned his phone to show a video taken from one of the girls earlier on in the night attacking Sam. Scarlett rolled her eyes. He couldn't really be insinuating that Sam went and murdered those two weirdos. "Before." Sam answered. "The point is we were with people all night." Scar added. "So our room mate's dad just happened to pull our case?" Sam asked. "That would be a crazy coincidence right? The detective that had the case offered it to me because it involves Quinn. But I can totally give it back if you're uncomfortable. It's up to you." Scarlett and Tara looked over at Sam waiting for her answer. "It's fine."

"So if the man who attacked you did steal your license and planted it next to the body it would probably be somebody close to you. How long have you've known your friends?" Bailey asked the three. "Well, we moved her with Mindy and Chad for Summer Semester like six months ago. So Quinn, Ethan, Anika all since then." Tara explained.

"Well I think I can vouch for Quinn, so that's one less we have to worry about. Do any of you have anyone that might want to target you?" Bailey asked. "Not anyone who's still alive." Scarlett responded. "Yikes." Bailey was cut short when the door to the interrogation room opened. "FBI is here claiming jurisdiction." A cop informed Bailey. "Where are they?" Bailey got up from the table and followed his fellow cop out. Scarlett took a deep breath. "I feel sick." She sighed. "Tell me about it." Sam agreed.

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Sam, Scarlett, and Tara finally left the interaction room and started walking down the halls when Sam stopped in her tracks. "Kirby?" Her attention was drawn to the blonde woman and Bailey talking. "Hey Sam. Scarlett, Tara." The blonde walked over and went in for a hug. "You're the FBI?" Sam asked. "Mhm" Kirby hummed. "You guys know each other?" Bailey asked. "Yeah we went to Woodsboro high together. She was a senior when I was a freshman."

"We share a certain history, yeah. Look I'm not trying to get into a jurisdictional pissing contest here. I just want to help.I'll show you mine...." Kirby handed her files over to Bailey. A cop came over and handed another evidence bag to Bailey. "Thank you." He told the cop. "He left this at the bodega. DNA traces back to two individuals Charlie Walker, Jill Roberts. Both deceased."

"Ghostface killers of twenty eleven. Charlie Walker gave me this." Kirby lifted up a small part of her shirt to reveal a stab wound scar in her side. "Like I said, I take a special interest. Is this the mask he was wearing when he attacked you?" Kirby asked. "No" Scar shook her head. "So he's leaving them on purpose." Bailey thought out loud. "Which means whoever is doing this is a student of the killers who came before. Maybe he believes Sam's the latest in the long line." Kirby added.

"Yeah, good luck with that. We're getting out of town." Sam started to walk away with her sisters. "I'm sorry that's not possible. You three are persons of interest in a double homicide, so you're not allowed to leave town. Sorry." Bailey stopped them. "Are you serious?" Tara asked. "He's right, but if we worked together we could-" Kirby was cut off when Sam turned back to her sisters. "We're going."

Scarlett walked down the hallway as they all finally reached the front doors. As expected the steps to the police station was flooded with camera's and reporters. All asking question more ridiculous than the last as the three tried to make it to the cab at the edge of the road. "Gale Weathers channel four." The three turned around to see Gale in a blue pantsuit and a microphone in hand. "Do you ladies think you're the reason the Ghostface killer has come to the big apple?" Gale asked. Sam shook her head in disbelief as her fist clenched. She quickly tried to strike but Gale was quicker and swerved.

"Nice try sweetie, but I've done this dance before-" Her words were quickly cut off when Scarletts fist connected with the Gales cheek bone. "Stay away from us." Scarlett hissed to Gale before turning around to follow her sisters. "Are you really still mad at me?" Gale followed the girls to the cab. "You said you wouldn't write a book about what happened! Then you wrote a book about what happened!" Sam accused. "Oh come on. Somebody was gonna write about it. Thats what I do."

"I heard you couldn't sell the movie rights." Tara jabbed. "It's all about true crime limited series these days." Gale explained. "After everything we went through together? What would Dewey think?" Sam asked. "Thats a low blow." Gale slowly nodded. "So is your book. You called me unstable and a born killer."

"Thats taken out of context." Gale tried to defend. "Thats literally a quote." Sam debated. "You don't think what you wrote had anything to do with what's happening to us?" Scarlett asked. Gale stayed silent. "Come on." Tara told her sisters. "I talked to Sidney."

"She's not coming here is she?" Scarlett asked. "No. She sends her love but she's taking Mark and the kids someplace safe. She deserves to have her happy ending." Gale explained. "And that much we agree. Come on it's getting late." Sam told the two as she started getting into the cab. "Hey I want to catch this fucker as much as you do!" Gale exclaimed. "Maybe. Or maybe you're scared without Ghostface in your life you're gonna fade away." Scarlett spat before getting in the cab and closing the yellow door closed.

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"Are you guys okay? We heard what happened." Mindy was the first to ask the three as they entered their apartment. The group stood up from their spots on the couches waiting for their answered as the emerged down the hall. "Yeah just exhausted." Tara took off her pink jacket hanging it on the coat hanger. "Okay, it's after twelve. I say we stay here tonight. All of us." Chad proposed. "I second that." Anika raised her finger. "Thats fine." Sam sighed. "You guys know where everything is."

"Ethan and I will take the floor the girls can have the couches." Chad explained earning a nod in agreement from Ethan. "I'll get you guys some blankets and pillows. Can I get some help?" Scar asked the group. "I got it." Ethan walked around the dark grey couch to follow Scarlett dow the hallway. She opened the closet door and started handing Ethan blanket after blanket.

"You think this will be enough?" Scarlett asked as she handed Ethan the last blanket from the small closet for the group. Which wasn't many. "Yeah I think we should be fine." Scarlett looked down at the five blankets Ethan was holding. "Okay." Scarlett sighed as she attempted to grab the pillows from the top shelf. She propped up on her tippy toes but still couldn't reach.

Growing up, Tara and Scarlett use to keep track of their hight and always would make it a competition with each inch they would grow during puberty. Scarlett finally beat her by one inch coming in at a whopping five two. Looking back at it now, it wasn't really much but growing up it was everything. Now however it was useless.

"Here one sec." Ethan went back into the living room with the blankets "Here." Ethan said as he handed out the blankets to his friends. Ethan made his way back to Scarlett standing in front of the closet. "This is when height becomes a struggle." Scarlett chuckled. "Yeah you don't have to tell me. Who even put them up here?" Ethan grabbed the pillows with such ease from the top shelf. "Sam. Don't know if you've noticed but she got the height in the family. Also what do you mean you're like six three?"Scarlett asked. "Yeah Scar I'm six three having sex with someone more than a foot shorter than me, Sometimes it gets a little difficult." Scarlett's eyes went wide. "Shh." She hushed him but his small laugh was almost contagious. Along with his smile he shot her as he grabbed the rest of the pillows.

Scarlett's eyes wondered to his brown curls that looked soft and fluffy. She couldn't help but see the muscle from his bicep expand as the blue long sleeves of his shirt reached for the last pillow. "Okay that's all of them." His voice brought her out of her trance. Why was she in one to begin with. She was almost killed tonight and all she thinking about right now is how soft Ethans hair is. How it feels in her fingers. Was he was right? She was stressed Scarlett asked herself.

"Thank you." Scarlett gave him a small smile. "Thank you for letting us use them." Ethans voice was soft as he closed the closet door. "Well thank you for staying." her own voice now matched his volume. "You're welcome. Besides I like sleepovers." Ethan winked as we walked down the hallway to the group.

The two handed out pillows and blankets as they helped them settle in. Quinn was the first one to head to her room and Tara and Sam were the second and third. After a little bit longer Scarlett grabbed her phone and glanced at the home screen that read one thirty. "Okay guys I'm going to turn in. You guys are good?" Scarlett glanced over to each of the four waiting for a response. Her eyes landed on Ethan last as they lingered waiting for some type of sign or something.

"We're fine. Get some sleep. If we need anything we know where everything." Chad spoke up from the floor. "Okay. Goodnight guys." Scarlett sighed as she got up from the couch she was relaxing on with Mindy while Anika relaxed on the other. The four wished her a goodnight as she headed over to her room.

Scarlett pealed off her dark blue jeans and black long sleeve and placed them in my laundry basket next to her closet. She grabbed a pair of black soft shorts and Chad's grey Blackmore sweatshirt he left when he use to live here before school. Funny enough he knows they have it since the first time he caught Sam wearing it. He considered it a donation to the Carpenter sister's clothing fund.

After an hour and a half went by which felt like forever to Scarlett. Her eyes were ripped away from the old nineties reruns to her phone when she heard a specific text tone went off. She grabbed her phone from her white night stand and looked at the home screen.

Ethan:

Knock Knock

[exilynn]

Just Echoes Nocteris MOODBOARD

Family Munson

This fic is my babyy

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“King Steve” doesn’t exist | Steve Harrington x Eddie Munson (steddie mini series)

Summary: Steve Harringtons deepest secret gets revealed, but will the freak accept him? Will he runaway from him like everyone else? Does size really matter?

word count | idk this is pt1 | pt2 | pt3 |

Warnings: slight homophobia, angst, smut, blowjobs, good fluff, coming out? Panic attacks, slight bullying, body insecurities, slight a-hole Billy Hargrove, Steve has a small dick

Steve Harrington didn’t get the nickname ‘king Steve’ because he has a big cock. He doesn’t at all actually.. at full length he’s messuared at about 3.5 inches, 4.1 if he’s really turned on. He got the nickname because he’s very talented in making women finish with his mouth multiple times. Ya see, every girlfriend, every date or drunk hook up Steve has this thing he does with his partners. He agrees to keep seeing them, so they can cum as much as they want since ya know ‘his mouth is magic’ but he’ll only keep the deal if they agree to promise to never tell anyone how big he really is.

He hates the deal with a passion, not only because his ego is actually fucked but because he doesn’t wanna keep seeing these girls on repeat after repeat just to make sure the secret about his below average cock stays closed up. He feels trapped honestly, no girl has said to his face his dick was small, but the disappointment in their faces was enough for him to make sure that any time he had a hookup; they had to pass out from cumming from his mouth at least 3 times and be too sensitive to even want his cock afterwards. The amount of times he’s had blue balls just from embarrassment is pathetic. The only person who never made him feel like shit about it genuinely was Nancy wheeler but even then, if you’d ask Nancy today how many times do you think she’s ever sucked off steve or even fucked his cock? She’d probably say she still felt like a virgin. She tried to support Steve and how he felt about himself reassuring him; didn’t feel too reassuring when she ended up cheating on him with Jonathan. Made Steve wonder and believe that it’s because of his dick.

He hates himself. He blames himself for his dick; though he’s never told Nancy that. She reassured him she just needed more and deep down Steve couldn’t blame her. Atleast not in the drunken state telling him that his love was ‘bullshit’. Steve would never admit to the amount of times he’s cried over his size. Dick pumps don’t do much no matter how much he wish it did; god damned those stupid cosmo magz. He was made aware of his secret spreading as soon as he arrived to school one morning, he knew something was off.

The stares, the laughs especially from all the girls he’s hooked up with specifically. He kept his cool, being with the popular crowd and such.. until after basketball practice in the locker room. Since steve was popular he had this kinda ritual he would do to avoid being seen naked while changing.

Having an obnoxious friend like Tommy helped because he could kinda just talk about random bullshit with him and everyone like ‘what’s up man?’ or ‘who’s ready to party this Friday’ or anything to change the focus to get everyone talking to everyone else. Until Billy the ever so nosey Hargrove noticed how skittish Steve was acting sneaking in the stalls with his clothes to change.

‘Why you hidin in the stalls Harrington?’

Steve turned pale, the locker room got quiet. He was caught

‘I’m changing why you wanna watch or something?’ Steve said sounding ‘cool’ like there wasn’t a problem

‘Nah, why can’t you just change in here like the rest of us, you got something to hide Harrington? You a girl or something?’ Billy replies. Everyone laughed

‘N-no, just like my privacy—‘

‘Yeah Harrington!, yeah Steve, what you hidin in there?’ two randos shout

‘I’m not hiding anything’

‘Then change’ Billy demands

‘What? no-‘

‘Nobody’s gonna look at your dick ‘king Steve don’t worry’ I’m sure you’d make all of us look bad, well maybe some of us’ Billy says in a cocky manner & winks

‘Dude stop being weird’ Steve scoffs

‘You’re the one hiding the the bathroom stall like a loser changing when the changing rooms right here. what’s the problem ? Huh?’ Billy asks

Steve can’t understand why Billy’s so suddenly interested

‘Why you care so much Billy huh? Gotta crush on me or sumthin?’ Tommy laughs with him. He felt some relief to not feel like all eyes are on him

‘In your dreams pretty boy’

The nickname makes Steve’s dick throb. See, Steve’s bisexual. Of course after meeting robin and him having odd feelings with their mutual friend Eddie; she made him well aware of his feelings and what they meant. Obviously she’s the only person who knows, she trusted him with her secret and vice verse. They are inseparable.

Steve doesn’t have a crush on Billy, sure he’s handsome but he’s heard Eddie call him that nickname multiple times so his mind flashed to him. Plus in a way he’s still trying to figure all this shit out.

‘Yeah, okay’ Steve says turning around packing his shit up feeling anxious as ever

‘Where you going?’ Billy’s asks walking in Steve’s direction

‘I’m leaving’ Steve replies

‘You’re drenched and you probably reek, what’s the matter?’ Billy’s starting to taunt Steve now

‘You’re annoying me and I don’t have time for this’ Steve now facing Billy trying to also act tough but obviously not pick too much of a fight over this

little does Steve know he’s about to get—

‘Dude no way’ he hears in background

‘Oh wow now that’s’— Billy starts

Steve got pantsed.

Steve literally stumbles backwards trying to pull his gym shorts back up.

‘WHAT THE FUCK!?’ he yells and he shoved man who pantsed him.—Tommy.

‘Whoa no need to get angry king Steve’—

‘Fuck you billy fuck all of you’ Steve says now breathing heavily

Steve’s just left his shit and ran outta the lockeroom after hearing billy shout

‘It’s ok to have a small dick Harrington—‘.

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