#me when i get to put up my tree and put my “to billy” gift under the tree (i fucking love black christmas 06)

[downtowncannibal]

Biggest Black Chirstmas fan of all time putting up Christmas decor this weekend (SHOCKING)

[yelenasdiary]

Would you be open to write a smutty smut fic with (neighbor!)Wanda x reader where Wanda calls Reader at night and tell them she needs a babysitter for the kids buuuut in reality she just wants reader alone (the kids are not at home). Wanda being overall a bit dark and manipulative. Any kinks you want but would like it veryvery much if you included some lactation kink 🤭🤭🤭

https://www.tumblr.com/yelenasdiary/718652810829398016/requests-are-open-for-24-hours-only-for-smut

My Little Helper

Pairing: Neighbour! Wanda Maximoff x Babysitter! Reader.

Summary: It’s Christmas Eve, you’re getting some last-minute baking done and neighbour, Wanda, was the last person you expected to be calling for a favour.

Translations:: (from Slovak): dieťa (baby), mamina (mommy), miláčik (darling)

Warnings:18+ ONLY! Minors & Men DNI!! Smut, Dom! Wanda, Sub! Reader, Manipulation, Oral (Both Receiving), Fingering (Reader Receiving), Lactation Kink, Mommy Kink, Pussy Slapping??, Legal Age Gap, Language Warning, Mentions of Drinking | 2.3K

AC:Thank you for sending this, I hope you enjoy it! X

Holiday Special Masterlist

"Rockin' around the Christmas tree, have a happy holiday…"

The Christmas classic played softly in the background while you were decorating some Christmas cookies to take to your parents' house tomorrow morning for a long, long day of celebrating, laughing and plenty of food. You couldn't help but hum along to the song not even realizing you were gently swaying your hips to the music. 

"Everyone dancin' merrily, in the new old-fash-"

Your phone stopped the music, your ringtone now blaring through your Bluetooth speaker. Shifting your eyes from the snowman shaped cookie to your phone, you frowned slightly with confusion when you saw the name 'Wanda Maximoff' trying to call you. Quickly, you brushed your hands on your red apron with reindeer printed all over it and swiped 'answer' before putting the device to your ear. 

"Hello?" You answered. 

"Y/n, Hi, it's Wanda from next door!" The Sokovian replied with a cheerful tone with a hint of stress. 

"Hey Wanda, is everything okay?" You asked before dipping your index finger into the bowl of icing. 

"I hate to be a bother, especially since its Christmas Eve but I have stupidly forgot one of the twins Santa gifts! I have called the store and they said they had one of the remote-control cars left in stock and are going to put it aside for me. I was just wondering if you'd be able to come sit with the boys while I duck out to pick up the toy before the store closes? They're asleep, so they won't be an issue" your neighbor explained. 

You'd been babysitting Tommy and Billie since you moved in next door. You needed the extra cash and Wanda needed the extra help since her and her ex-husband, Vision, got divorced. 

"Of course, just give me 5-10 minutes and I'll pop right over" you replied with a soft smile to yourself. 

"You're an angel! Thank you love!" Wanda said before hanging up the phone. 

Moments later you were greeted by the warm smile of your neighbor as she opened the door. "Come in, come in" she gestured with her hand. You returned the smile as you stepped into her living room, she closed the door behind you, but you couldn't help but notice a certain silence in the home. Your eyes landed on the coffee table, evidence of a bottle of red and an empty glass with lipstick stains around the rim made you frown slightly once more. 

"So" you said as you turned on your heels to face the older woman, taking in the fact she was in her silk dark red night gown and clearly had no intentions of leaving the house. 

"Don't be mad, but the boys are with Vision" Wanda admitted quickly, seeing the confused look on your face. 

"Oh" you replied as Wanda took a few short steps closer to you. 

"You look worried, I am sorry, I don't mean to worry you darling" she smiled softly as she closed the gap between you both, "it's just, I guess the holidays have made me feel lovely and I wasn't sure how else to get you to come over" she went on. 

"I understand" you replied, shaking off the odd feeling you had, "you could've just said" you added, smiling kindly at the woman. 

Gently, Wanda brushed a lock of hair behind your ear before her hand cupped your face. You weren't sure what was happening, your heart skipped a beat at her actions. Part of you felt like this was wrong but the other part of you was melting on the inside at her soft, warm touch. Her green eyes were burning into you, watching as you got lost in them. 

"You're so sweet darling, do you remember when you said you'd be happy to help me?" She asked in a soft tone, "with anything" she whispered, her eyes dropping to your lips. Lost in a trance, you nodded. 

"I need your help sweetheart, you see, I haven't felt any relief since Vision walked out that door. It's lonely here without the boys and I have seen the way you look at me" 

"I-I'm sorry, I don't know what you mean" you replied with a stutter. Your heart dropped to your stomach, you were sure the short glances were never something Wanda noticed. 

"Your secret is safe with me darling" her thumb stroked your cheek, "let me ask you something, have you ever been with an older woman?" She asked as her eyes locked with yours once more. You shook your head at her question. 

"I didn't think so, why don't you take a seat for me?" Wanda suggested. You walked around the sofa and took a seat in the middle, your hands sweaty with nerves. Wanda sat down beside you as she poured herself another glass of red, "would you like a glass?" She offered but you smiled kindly and shook your head. 

You watched as her lips touched the wine glass, taking a generous sip before placing it back on the coffee table and letting her hand rest on the top of your thigh. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting the alcohol wash down the back of her throat before she looked at you once more. "I can tell you're nervous, it's okay, if you can't help me, I understand. I'm sure I'll find some other way to relieve myself" she said, breaking the silence with a hint of sadness in her tone. 

"N-no!" You turned to her, "I want to help, I mean, I know the holidays can get lonely and you've been nothing but kind to me" you assured her. Wanda smiled softly once more, she had you right where she needed you, mentally. 

"I'm not sure you're understanding what I need darling" she replied, running her hand higher up your thigh, "I need you" she lent in and whispered sending a throb to your core. You felt yourself getting wetter at the thought of being with her, just this once.

"Ms Maximoff, I wo-" you paused, placing your hand on top of hers and stopping her from moving it any further to your pussy, "I wouldn't want to do anything that would ruin what we have going on, I love babysitting the boys and I know you need that help bu-"

"Shhh" she cut you off, "this won't ruin anything angel, I promise" she added, shifting closer to you. "This will just be our little secret" she whispered before you felt her soft lips press against your neck. It was almost as if you had fallen apart completely, a soft moan left your lips as your neighbor's lips explored the exposed skin of your neck. She worked her way to your lips, kissing you deeply while you slowly laid back on the sofa, letting her hover above you. 

Her lips were full, soft and sent butterflies to your stomach then suddenly she stopped and pulled away, "come on dieťa, let's go to my bedroom" she spoke, her Sokovian accent coming in thick, making you weaker for her. You followed her up to her bedroom where she wasted no time pinning you up against the wall, her lips attacking your neck once more while her hands slid inside of your sweater before working it off. 

"Lay down on the bed darling, mamina is going to make you feel so good, I promise" she whispered against your ear. 

Like a lost puppy, you did exactly what she said and now here you were moments later, naked with her lips trailing down your body. "Mm dieťa, you're so wet and I've barely touched you" she looked up at you from between your thighs. "Say you need me" she added. 

"I need you" you replied, feeling your pussy throb with need to be touched. 

"Not like that! You know what I want to hear" she said bluntly, giving a light slap on your clit making you squirm. "I need you, please mommy!" you begged knowing she had just broke you, "mommy, please" you begged once more just to have another chance to call her mommy. 

"I have waited far too long to have you say that" she replied before running the tip of her tongue through your folds, humming at the taste of your arousal. Her tongue worked through your folds, around your clit and inside your pussy before she began to lap at your pussy. Her room only filled with the sounds of your moans and the sucking sound of her lips wrapped around your clit, she was far better than any toy you'd used on yourself. 

"F-fuck!" You moaned, gripping handfuls of her hair as she slowly inserted two fingers inside of you, "d-don't stop mommy!!" You moaned once more as she began to thrust her fingers. 

Her tongue swirling around the hood of your clit, her fingers thrusting deeper with every moan that left your lips, your pussy clenching around her fingers as you grew closer and closer to your first release. Throwing your head back with a hand covering your mouth to keep the urge to scream her name from leaving your lungs. 

"Don't keep those pretty little moans from me, miláčik! I want to hear them all, I want to hear how good mamina fucks your pretty pussy" Her words filled your mind causing your hand to land beside you, grabbing at the sheets turning your knuckles white. Once more, the bedroom was filled with your moans. 

"Cum for me love, you can do it" Wanda paused for a moment to take a mental screenshot of the way you looked right now, spared out for her, giving her exactly what she craved. You came with her name on your tongue, your legs shook as she continued to lap at your folds and thrusting her fingers slowly to ride out your high. "That's a good dieťa" Wanda smiled to herself once you had caught your breath. 

Wanda hovered over you, watching the way your eyes looked into hers. You gently cupped her face and pulled her down, kissing her deeply and ignoring the sweet taste of yourself on her lips. "It's your turn mommy" you smirked against her lips before swiftly flipping you both over so you were on top of her. 

Her hardened nipples peeked through the silk of her gown, catching your eyes almost instantly as you traced a finger down the valley of her breasts and untied her gown, letting it slide off her skin. Your eyes travel slowly from her exposed breasts to her eyes, she smiled softly, "go on darling, have a taste" she said softly as if she could read your mind. 

You wasted no time latching your lips around her left nipple. Wanda moaned softly, running her fingers through your hair, "don't be shy dieťa" she said before the warmth of her milk hit your tongue. At first it tasted a little unusual but the more your tongue swirled and flickered at her nipple while you sucked lightly, you grew to love it and eventually moved your lips to her right nipple and giving it the same attention. 

Wanda's moans were sweet, like hot chocolate on a cold winter's night. She loved watching the way your lips were glued to her, from her nipples to making your way down to her core. You kissed the inside of her thighs, remembering all those times you got lost thinking about how lucky her husband (now ex) was. 

"You're so adorable" Wanda smiled softly when you looked up at her for permission, "go ahead, sweetheart. Make mamina cum" she added. Her Sokovian accent only turning you one more, if that were even possible.

You took a long lick through her folds, moaning softly at the taste of her. She was sweet, better than any candy you'd had before. You lapped and swirled your tongue, almost copying the same actions she did on you, dipping your tongue inside of her while your fingers toyed with her clit. Her hands rested comfortably on your head, her hips grinding against your tongue as she moaned and praised you. 

"That's it baby, just like that! Fuck!" She moaned, a light smirk on her lips as she enjoyed the bliss she was receiving, closing in on her orgasm with every flick of your tongue. "Sm close darling! Don't stop!" She moaned once more, gripping a handful of your hair and slightly pushing you further into her pussy as she grinds herself against you just a little harder. Her pussy clenched around the tip of your tongue every time you were inside her, you didn't want this to end but you couldn't wait to feel her release on your tongue. 

"I'm cumming!!" Wanda moaned loudly as she gushed onto your tongue, you drew light circles around her clit to help her ride out her high, looking up at her to see her smirk turned to a soft but proud smile.

 "Come up here sweetheart" she instructed after a few moments. You laid on top of her, she brushed locks of hair behind your ear before pulling you back in for a deep kiss, loving the taste of herself on your lips.

"Thank you love, you've been such a big help" she smiled softly. You could feel her still hard nipples against your naked skin, you smiled in return before nuzzling your head into her chest. Wanda pulled the covers over the two of you and placed a kiss on the top of your head as she wrapped her arms around you.

"Can I help you again in the morning?" You asked tiredly, already wanting another taste of her milk. 

"You're going to be my little helper from now on darling, get some rest. I have a Christmas present for you in the morning" she replied softly, keeping you close.

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[shieldofiron]

Steve Harrington collects strays. Everyone in town can tell. From the gaggle of barely pubescent kids following him around, to the stray cat he rescued from a tree in the parking lot of Family Video (her name is Pickle and people actually clapped when he lured her to safety.) Once Billy even saw a crow fly up and give him a gift in the middle of a conversation.

So at first, this is what he thinks Steve is doing and it’s pissing him off. Inviting Billy for sleepovers and acting all concerned when bruises bloom on Billy’s ribs and face.

“I’m not your charity case, Harrington.” He says on several occasions.

But Harrington is persistent. And so fucking pretty. And nice, nicer than Billy’d thought after that night in the fall.

Finally Billy gives up because it’s better to be a stray in Harrington’s collection than nothing at all to him.

Until one night when Steve drags him home after he (yes, a little stupidly, get off his back!) had been sleeping in his car for a few nights.

“God, I’m so… you know you can come here, Billy, so just come here,” Harrington flings off his jacket with that huff that makes Billy fall more in love with him every time. “Why do you have to fight me all the time?”

“I was fine, god, maybe sometimes I like sleeping in my car.”

“Bullshit, you do not. You told me you get all jumpy someone’s going to attack you and there’s no room in your backseat.” Harrington slams the front door, his tone dripping with condescension.

“That’s not what you said last night, Princess.” Billy jokes trying to diffuse some tension.

Harrington reacts so strongly, shoving himself up in Billy’s face. “Don’t.”

“Chill out, it’s just a joke.”

“No it’s not,” Harrington paces in a circle before putting his hands on his hips. “Why don’t you just… you piss me off so much sometimes.”

“So then leave me alone, Harrington.”

“I can’t!”

“Why?” Billy’s throat is suddenly desperately tight. Why did he say to leave him alone? What if Steve actually does? Fuck, he doesn’t want that.

Harrington runs a hand through his hair. “Because I went and fell in love with you, and now you can go punch me in the face or whatever you want but I’m not letting the man I love sleep in a car.”

Billy’s wires get all crossed, anger and desperation surging as he tries to comprehend what Steve even said. “Fuck you! You don’t get to say that to me and dangle hope in front of me just because you feel sorry for me.”

Harrington’s face gets pinched and mean. “It’s fucking true!”

Billy falters, stumbling on solid ground. “But I love you?!”

It comes out like half statement half question.

“We’ll, alright then,” Harrington throws his hands up. “We love each other. It’s settled!”

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“Great.”

“Perfect. I’ll get you something for bed.” Harrington huffs, spinning on his heel.

And just when Billy’s starting to second guess what just happened, Harrington spins back around. He buries a hand in Billy’s hair and kisses him hungrily. He kisses him like he’s going to bring down his crow army if Billy doesn’t kiss him back, so Billy does, weak kneed, sagging against the pretty decorative table in the Harrington foyer.

When they part, Harrington makes a strangled noise like he can’t bear to do it. Like he wants Billy, not for a collection. For real.

When they head up to bed together, Pickle makes herself scarce.

[r7leee]

skates and slips | b.e.

and the christmas fics continue!!!! i haven't written this much since i was 12 on wattpad 💀 (don't look that shit up) that aside, i had sm fun writing this one even if it’s a little short, so enjoy <3

pairing: billie eilish x fem!reader

summary: it's hot in la, even during the one time of the year it's not supposed to be. to help it feel more like the holidays, you decide to go skating

warnings: implied girly/femme reader, cursing, just christmas fluff!!

word count: 1,882, should take about 14 and a half minutes to read

YOU’VE ALWAYS LOVED christmas. ever since you were young, you enjoyed the festivities, lights, caroling, traditions, gifts, all of it. you just wish it could be a bit more like the movies.

you were laying on top of your girlfriend, billie’s chest. she was playing with your hair and watching whatever show was in front of her as you napped. 70° in the midst of december wasn’t exactly enjoyable.

the heat made you sleepy, despite the industrial fan next to you blowing cold air on you. your head was burrowed in the crook of her neck, sweaty, sticky skin pressed against skin.

the show was interrupted with an ad break, a christmas themed commercial airing. the familiar tune playing made you envious. you just knew the commercial would have snow falling on the ground and you’d give anything to experience it.

billie could practically feel the loathing seep out of you. “you okay?” she asked, tilting your chin to make you look in her eyes. you groaned.

“i want it to actually feel like christmas and not the middle of june.” she laughed softly at that.

“trust me, baby, i do too. i do too,” she repeated the last few words.

it was the second day back after tour. when she was away, having the tree up and stockings hung really meant nothing when she wasn’t there. having her back after tour made all the difference. but, regardless, the lack of any real chill in the air made you gripe.

you sighed. “we might have to throw fake snow on the ground.” your girlfriend snorted.

“fake snow?”

“ya!” she shook her head at your answer.

“that’s gonna be like hell to clean.”

“who caaaaaares?” you whined. “i just really want it to be like…kind of like christmas.” billie understood your want. growing up and living in california her whole life, she never really got to experience a true, traditional christmas. but, that’s when something clicked.

“you know…we could go ice skating,” she suggested. you looked up at her.

"really? you'd want to?" the only reason you asked was you knew she didn't like to really be seen outside much. she nodded, a confirming, gentle smile on her face.

"ya. i'd want to." you sat up and leaned to capture her lips in a kiss. you felt her smile into it as her lips pressed against yours.

A LITTLE WHILE later, you were getting ready to leave. your outfit was made up of a black miniskirt, tights, and a simple white sweater. you were in the bathroom, applying your lipstick as billie waited eagerly on your shared bed. she'd already been dressed and ready to go ten minutes prior.

you fixed a couple things before shutting the lights off. you went to slip on some shoes in the closet as billie stood up. she walked next to you, leaning against the wall. “dressing to impress, i see.”

“you know i don’t mean anything by it. just wanna look nice for my girl, is that too much to ask?”

she shook her head, her classic smile on display. “you don’t gotta ask baby, not at all.”

you smiled up at her, toothy and wide. it made her wanna kiss all over your face and love on you, but she knew you had places to be.

she held out her hand for you to take as you stood up. you eagerly accepted it, feeling her cold rings clash with your warm skin.

shutting off the lights, you walked out of the room and the house and out to her car. as usual, she opened the door for you and you thanked her.

getting into the car, she put on her seatbelt and started the car. she pulled out of the driveway and started to make the drive to the ice rink.

the car ride was mostly filled with people watching everyone on the streets with the soft music of the radio in the background. it took you about fifteen minutes to get there.

billie parallel parked the car and quickly ran to the other side to open the door for you. she would never let you open it yourself.

you thanked her and gave her a kiss on the cheek, her face flushing pink in response. she couldn’t help it; you were just her sweet girl.

you quickly went to pay at the monitor, billie arguing with her. “it’s okay, i got it.”

“no.” you placed a hand over hers. “let me.” she huffed, but agreed, impatiently rocking on the balls of her face.

once you finished, you took her hand and walked down the sidewalk. like any day out, you both brought sunglasses and had on hats to hopefully hide your identities. it never always worked, but it did something sometimes.

the sounds of your shoes hitting the sidewalk and the bustle of the city were heard as you walked through downtown la. some people would walk by and turn their heads, doing a double take, but you kept walking, unaffected as billie squeezed your hand.

after a couple minutes of walking, you arrived at the ice rink. the outside was lit up, the sun casting a golden glow over the sky.

you both walked to the booth, waiting in a short line. after a few minutes of waiting, you approached the front. billie bought two admissions and got skates in your size, along with hers.

afterwards, she thanked the cashier and held your hand as you walked to a locker. billie helped you with your purse, placing it in the locker before she shut it, her own stuff in there as well.

you both found a place to sit and started to lace up your skates. you pulled the laces tight before you stood up. immediately, the blades caught you off balance and you fell over.

your girlfriend, who was busy lacing her own skates, had some sort of reaction go off. in a single second, she caught you, taking her attention completely away from the ice skate. she laughed softly as she hoisted you back to a standing position. “not even on the ice yet and you’re already falling.”

you gave the sweetest pout, her heart melting at the sight. “it’s been a while, don’t judge me.”

“i’m not,” she hummed as she finally finished tying her skates as well. she stood up, and just like you, stumbled forward. but, you weren’t quick enough to catch her, leaving her catching herself with her hands on the floor.

as she stood up, you raised an eyebrow at her. “oh, and you’re the one to talk.”

she rolled her eyes playfully. “oh, you love me. come on, let’s go.” she beckoned you to follow her with her hand.

the two of you stepped onto the ice. you stood still, getting used to being on a slippery surface. billie seemed to have it down. for now, at least.

she skated a little ahead of you then turned around. “come here, you got it!”

with full confidence, you pushed forward with your feet. but, instead of gently skating like you anticipated, you slipped and stumbled for a couple seconds before falling right on your ass.

immediately, billie laughed. hard. you looked up at her, faux anger on your face. “i’m in pain and you’re laughing at me! i hate you, you’re such a bitch!”

she kept laughing, tears staring to form under her eyes now. “oh- my god! how could you not laugh at that?!” she kept snickering as she reached down to help you up. you took her hand, but instead of being brought up, you fell right back down, slipping and bracing your fall with your hands.

this caused billie to laugh so hard, she needed to grab the railing for support. the whole time, your ego was minorly bruised. you stood up, dusting off your tights. “it wasn’t even that funny.”

“oh, it was sooooo funny,” she replied with snark in her voice after calming down. “you know what? let get you one of those walker things.” you immediately whined.

“noooo, i’m gonna look like an idiot.”

she started to skate back to the entrance. “no you won’t!”

a few seconds later, she returned with an ice walker. she scooted it in front of you. “if you still fall with this, i’m never letting it go.” that definitely inspired you to do better.

slowly, but surely, you started to improve, making your way across the rink with gentle motions. billie was by your side the whole time, making sure you wouldn’t slip and get too hurt.

you two skated, listening to the holiday songs, and for the first time this month, it finally felt like the holidays. people were laughing, the ice created a slight chill in the air, all was well.

billie looked to the side to see your happy, content expression. it made her feel proud inside herself. she loved seeing you like this. she knew this was a good idea.

the two of you continued to skate when suddenly, a kid came in front of you. he was pushing a sled, a kid his age on it. billie’s brain lit up. “should we do that?” you spotted the kid in front of you. you shrugged.

“i’ll fall if i push you,” you admitted honestly.

“then i can push you. pleeeeease?” and of course, you could never say no to her. so, you agreed, and billie was off switching your walker for a sled.

when she came back, she dropped the sled on the ice and motioned you to sit on it. you obliged, pressing your knees to your chest. once comfortably settled in, billie pushed and you were off.

she wasn’t fast by any means, but being on the ice was still fun. for the first time in a long time, you felt cold. being outside. it was spectacular.

after a couple laps, billie declared herself done. you called a break, getting up from the sled and putting it back for her.

as you put it away in the shed where it belonged, you spotted a concession stand. you were up for a little hot chocolate.

so, approaching your girlfriend, you asked her about it. she, of course, agreed as you walked to the concession stand.

both of you ordered piping hot chocolates and some festive pastries.

after thanking the worker, you walked to the dining area and found a spot to sit. you sat at a table that overlooked the ice rink. you sipped on your hot chocolate as you watched the people in front of you.

billie smiled as she watched you. “i’m glad we came here.” your head snapped back to hers. a smile of your own grew on your face.

“ya. me too. thank you for suggesting it.” she nodded, resting her hand on your thigh.

“only the best for my baby, ya?” you giggled and hid your head in her shoulder. you knew the next day paparazzi photos would go crazy. you knew you probably shouldn’t have done this. but this was a life moment. one you wouldn’t take back for the life of it. for now, you felt billie’s touch on your thigh and that was enough. it was perfect. the best christmas ever.

[imhappierthanever]

Just a bit of December Billie fluff

xx

December 1st and Christmas was coming. You and Billie both spent Thanksgiving mostly together, just a few close friends and Billie’s parents. You didn’t care much for the food though as you planned to devour each other. And you knew this through the glances, the lip biting and hungry look you both had in your eyes when ever you would make contact with each other. Truthfully you couldn’t wait for everyone to go home so you could get back to what you knew you both wanted, the other.

That night you laid in your shared bed, Billie’s leg draped over your torso, lips softly touching, fingers roaming each other’s bodies as you told the other what you had been thankful for.

The next day you woke up early to drag the Christmas boxes out of storage and began transforming your living room into a winter wonderland of sorts. The theme this year? Billie’s birthday. You begged her to let you do it so you could celebrate her even more each day of December. You decorated your tree with cute little dessert and cake baubles. And ones from her own store. You put up the gold wing, she put up happier than ever. Right next to the one of you both together which said happier together. In the picture you held on to Billie’s waist looking up at her as she kissed your temple sweetly holding you also.

You both smiled at each other remembering the time together and how much you had grown and loved each other even more this year somehow.

“We’ll have to make a new one and put it up.” She said excitedly. “Exactly what I was thinking.” You said matching her smile.

You continued on, placing everything perfectly, setting up the lights and the tree skirt. Billie even helped you up the ladder so you could place what ever your heart desired on top of the tree. This year you decided on a cupcake that said Happy Birthday Billie with the year ‘24 on it. You beamed, so excited to celebrate with her. So happy that the world had given you such a precious gift.

She picked you up off the stool once she had seen what you did. She couldn’t ever resist your cuteness. You both fell back onto the sofa, her back against the pillows, and you directly on top of her.

“What do you want this year for Christmas?” Billie asked rubbing your back up and down under the soft fabric of your shirt.

“I already have it.” You said rubbing your noose against hers sweetly. “And I don’t need anything else.” You said pecking her lips. “Unless you want to make it official.” You giggled, hinting at your naked ring finger.

She smiled at you, pulling you in for another kiss. “My girl loves me so much. So impatient for me.” She chuckled. “It’s your fault you know. For making me love you so much.” You said getting off of Billie’s lap to finish decorating.

“I guess you’ll just have to see, my love.” Billie said joining you, making it even harder for you to wait until Christmas.

[milliesfishes]

billy asking you to marry him please

⋆౨ৎbilly asks you to marry him⋆౨ৎ fem reader x billy the kid

The ring was gold. It had been stowed safely on his mother's finger on the journey by ship to Ireland. Billy had fuzzy memories of her leaning on the railing, salt spray in her eyes, stroking the band and murmuring a prayer for their safe arrival.

Now it was sitting in the palm of his hand, looped on a ribbon so he wouldn't lose it. Tossing and turning in the throes of a fever, his mother had pressed the circlet into his hand, wearily telling him to save it for a special girl.

He liked to think that up in heaven she'd pulled strings to send you his way. She would have loved you, with your easy smile, cheerful nature, and warm eyes. Billy could hardly believe you were real most days, let alone that he got to hold you. It was nothing short of a miracle. A miracle that got him believing in a higher power again.

For all he had suffered, he'd hoped there'd be a good thing at the end of the road to comfort him and tell him what a wonderful job he'd done, that all the misery was over. He found it in your arms, or when you were in his, pressed up against him in the later hours of the day, eyes closed, breathing soft as you slept. The fact that you could find safety in him, a man people fled from when they heard his name, was nearly unbelievable.

You'd taken one step into his life and brightened it beyond what he thought was possible. The world was more beautiful with the knowledge that you were in it. He'd thought people like you were a myth, like the folk tales his mother used to put him to bed with. But here you were, lively and breathing, putting your heart in his hands as though you trusted him not to break it.

It was only logical that he take this next step. As far as he was concerned, there would never be another one for him. Love had burst into him like a firework, colored his vision in an impossible way. Billy didn't know much, but he did know that a woman like you only came around once in a lifetime. And he wanted to grab on and hold you tight while he could.

With this in mind he was walking hand in hand with you, a little bounce in his step as the two of you trekked through tall grass into the nearby forest. You were curiously giddy, wide-eyed as you looked around. "Where're you taking me, Billy?"

"'s a surprise, sweetheart," he chuckled, noting your excitement. His girl was happy no matter the circumstances, and he hoped he'd be adding to it now. Squeezing your hand, he made sure you didn't trip over any rocks studding the dirt, or any sneakily placed tree roots.

Once he saw his landmark, he stopped turning to you. with a smile that made you tilt your head. "Close your eyes, honey."

You did, a little hesitantly. He was touched by the simple act of it. The way you trusted him warmed his heart more than anything else. In a clean motion, Billy swept you up into his arms, one hand bracing under your knees, the other at your waist. Giggling, you said, "Billy-"

"Keep 'em closed!" he insisted, spinning around once to make you laugh again. Billy chuckled too, brightened by your sunshine presence as always. He carried you steadily, ducking under branches to get to where he was going.

Arriving at the spot, Billy carefully helped you stand on your feet, making sure your eyes were still closed. He slid his arms around your waist, resting his chin on your shoulder, not wanting to let go of you for even a moment. "Open."

Your gasp was gift enough for him as you realized where you were. A blanket of wildflowers bloomed before your feet, as if they'd been planted in anticipation of this very moment. A rainbow of color was laid across the field, fresh with springtime. Bouncing on your heels, you exclaimed, "It's so beautiful!"

"Pretty flowers for my pretty girl." He nosed against your cheek, pressing a kiss there. "Knew you'd love it."

"I do. Oh, I do." Turning around, you threw your arms around his neck. "You found this spot just for me?"

"Just for you, baby," he grinned as though he'd planted every bloom himself. "C'mere. Got somethin' else to give ya."

Smiling excitedly, you let him pull you deeper into the field as he said, "Just over here baby-woah-!"

You tripped over a stray rock, tumbling into Billy and sending him to the ground. He'd been caught off guard or he would have made sure to hold fast and steady the both of you. Instead, he was sent backwards to the ground, sprawled on his back. Despite his surprise, he made sure to fall under you, so you had a place to land that wasn't the hard earth.

"Oomph," Billy grunted, lifting his head with a wince. He looked down at you, lying sideways across his chest. "You okay, baby?'

Giggling, you nodded, and he couldn't help his smile. Only you would laugh at falling facefirst to the ground. Billy was sure when he looked over you later you'd have a bruise or two. Before he could ask, your eyes widened, and you reached for something on the ground. "Billy...what's this?"

He had to do a double take. Between your fingers was the ring, previously stowed in his pants pocket. It must have fallen out when he fell. Billy cringed at the sight, knowing his grand plan was ruined. When you turned to him for an explanation, he squinted, exhaling through his nose. "It's...you weren't s'posed to see that yet."

"Yet?" Then your face lightened, lips parting slightly. "Oh!"

"Oh," he teased, sitting up and bringing you with him. Billy couldn't help the brief laugh that escaped him at your expression. "Was gonna do it all proper 'n everything."

Your eyes were wide as the centers of daisies. Quickly, you shoved the ring into his hand, covering your eyes with your hands. "I can pretend I didn't see it!"

Laughing again, he reached for your hands. "Don't be hidin', sweetheart. C'mere." Prying your hands from your face, he found a guilty expression.

You pressed your lips together. "I ruined it, I'm sorry."

"Didn't ruin a damn thing," he insisted, pulling you close so you were sitting sideways across his lap. Giving you a reassuring smile, he kissed the side of your head. "This feels more like us anyways, huh?"

"Yeah," you giggled, leaning into his kiss.

"Alright then." Billy gave you a pointed look. "I'm still gonna ask you."

"Ask away," you lifted your chin, smile beaming.

Holding the ring between his fingers, Billy wrapped the other arm around your waist, holding you steady. "I've wanted to marry you for a long time. Ain't nobody who brightens my world just by bein' in it the way you do. I wanna build a life with you at the center. I-" he swallowed. "I want to call you my wife."

You looked as though he'd stripped every star from the sky and strung them on a necklace for you to wear. He smiled, bouncing you once on his thigh playfully. "Will you marry me-?"

"Yes!" You threw your arms around him, sending him backwards into the flowers again. He hugged you tight around the waist, kissing your hair.

"That ain't everythin' I wanted to say," he murmured into your head, and you laughed, watching him slide the ring onto your finger.

Lifting your head and shifting so you laid directly atop his chest, chin resting on your folded arms so you could see your new ring, you murmured, "You've got a long time to tell me."

Leaning in, you kissed him softly, and he muttered against your lips. "Yes I do, Mrs. Bonney."

[pink-amethyst-tarot]

♡ A L I C E I N W O N D E R L A N D ♡

Pick A Pile Reading ♡

General, Love, and What to look forward to readings for each pile.

Take What resonates and leave the rest and know that you're the one in control of your life at the end of the day. . . .

This PAP reading is inspired by my mutual and friend, @itsmealicehi

Thank you so much for the idea and for sharing your energy with me.

♡ P I L E 1 ~ P I L E 2 ~ P I L E 3 ♡

♡ p i l e 1 ♡ - Slow Down, you crazy child/ I can do bad all by myself

General: Four of Pentacles, Knight of Swords (Reversed), The Hanged Man, The Moon

Bottom of the Deck: Four of Wands

You might be feeling like there is no control in your life, so you are controlling the things that you can with an iron grip. Because of this, you have been punishing yourself, holding back your own progress. You may be presenting to the world that you have it all under control but on the inside, you feel like your life is falling apart. Right now, you are too in your own head. It's time to reach out to the person or people that you trust. Asl for advice or a helping hand. Right now, it's too hard to tell the forest from the trees. This is not the time to make decisions without care or thought. The life that you want is not that far out of reach. Slow Down. Don't forget to celebrate yourself.

Channeled Song: Vienna by Billy Joel

Love: Queen of Wands, Six of Pentacles (Reversed), Five of Cups, Eight of Pentacles

Bottom of the Deck: Ten of Pentacles

For those in a relationship: The relationship started out amazing and this person promised you everything you could have ever wanted. Now, it seems like you have to pull teeth just to get some attention. This person is giving you love kernels to keep you but never enough to satisfy you. You may feel like because you've put in all this time and effort, you should stick it out. When someone shows you who they are, it's in your best interest to believe them. This person may say they are going to change all the time. But have they put in any effort? Have they done a 180? Or are they doing enough to keep the peace and then going back to square one like a conversation was never had? If you stay, it will only lead to disappointment, dissatisfaction and resentment. I think this person is holding you back from being your best and happiest self. You don't need anyone's help when it comes to being miserable. You can do bad all by yourself.

For those who are single: This is a warning to watch out for people that want to use you and have an unbalanced union with you. It will only hold you back and leave you unhappy and unsatisfied.

Channeled song: I Can Do Bad All by Myself by Mary J. Blige (this song don't have a studio version and I'm still so upset about it! We need to call Tyler Perry and Mary J. Blige.)

What To Look Forward To: The Hermit, Seven of Swords, Two of Cups, Queen of Pentacles

Bottom of the Deck: Six of Pentacles

You have been moving in silence, making plans and moving strategically. You are crafting new opportunities, not just for yourself, but for people in your life. You will be giving gifts once you have reached your desired level of success. I think you are going to meet someone that adds to your success as well. Though this is romantic for some of you, that isn't the case for everyone so take it how it resonates with you. It will be like you can read each other's mind. I definitely this person is a part of your soul family.

♡ p i l e 2 ♡ - It'll be all over in the morning

General: Six of Wands, Wheel of Fortune, Two of Wands (Reversed), The Hierophant, Seven of Pentacles

Bottom of the Deck: Queen of Swords

The hardships that you have faced are over! Because you did not let them break you, it has made you better and stronger, despite all that you have been through. The tides are turning in your favor because you never gave up even when it seemed like things would never be any different. You kept your faith. You may feel hesitant to move forward because the unknown is scary and you've already faced so much adversity but, trust your intuition and reach out to your spirit guides. They love you and they are here for you. Know that you can move forward with protection, and you will be led to abundance and long-term successes.

Channeled Song: Ain't No Need To Worry by The Winans (I will say this is a gospel song, so if you think that will trigger you as someone with religous trauma, don't listen to it.)

ain't no need to worry bout // what the night is gonna bring // it'll be all over in the morning //

Love: Nine of Pentacles, Six of Cups, Judgement (Reversed), King of Pentacles, Six of Wands (Reversed)

It seems like you are happy being single but it looks like you are getting an offer from someone kind, maybe someone from your past. In my mind, I see someone that was a close childhood friend or maybe you went to school with and you knew or knew of each other. Don't be too harsh on this person. It's good to have high standard and knowing your worth, but no one is perfect. Even perfect fruit can have bruises. Even if this person is everything you ever wanted and dreamed of, they are still a person that is living life, just like you. Know that this person is great and great for you, flaws and all. You will feel cared for, loved, safe and so much more. There is a change you will let your ego get in the way. Don't let it. It will slow down the progress of your relationship or even ruin it all together. Know that letting your ego in the way means losing the love that you so deeply deserve. You are safe with this person. Let your guard down.

Channeled Song: Renegade by Big Time Machine ft Taylor Swift (This channeled song is a little different because it's from your person to you.)

are you really gonna talk about timing in times like these? // and let all your damage damage me? // and carry your baggage up my street? // and make me your future history? //

What to Look Forward To: Ace of Pentacles, Six of Wands (Reversed), Ten of Pentacles (Reversed), Queen of Wands, Temprance (Reversed), Justice

You have some exciting new opportunities coming up as well as some things from the past you have to finally acknowledge. This is going to shake up your world. I think you may want to do some self care at this time. Grounding yourself will be really important. Know that whatever this is, you can handle this. You have been through worse. You are strong and capable. You are going to feel unbalanced and like you need to rush to make a decision. Other people may be pushing you to make a decision. Don't worry about that or about them. Take your time and do what is best for you. You will get all that you deserve; all that you have worked for.

♡ p i l e 3 ♡ - You're built different

General: Temprance, Ten of Pentacles (Reversed), Queen of Wands, The Devil (Reversed), Justice

Bottom of the Deck: Two of Pentacles

You don't need to be what others want you to be. I see that, right now, you are at peace and balanced but you're being pressured, either by other people or by your own thoughts, to "get yourself together". The thing is though, YOU ALREADY HAVE IT ALL TOGETHER! You are doing things in an unconventional way and that freaks people out and makes them worried because they can't gage the likely outcome. That's not any of their business and you can't make how they feel about your life your problem. Stay on the path you are on if that is what will make you happy. Be confident in your choices. Act courageously even when you are terrified. The things that are meant for you will find you. The life you want may not be the status quo, but it's yours. Isn't the enough?

Love: King of Pentacles, Seven of Cups (Reversed), Five of Wands, Ace of Pentacles, Five of Pentacles, Queen of Cups

Someone is coming in to offer you a long-term commitment. In the past, you have been offered similar offers, only to end up in tense relationships where you ended up estranged and distant. This new person is different, and I think you are going to be able to tell. This will be something so new and so different. This relationship will be nurturing for the both of you. This will be one for the books. This person that is coming in is your soulmate and you will be shocked by how much a person's life can change just by meeting someone.

What to Look Forward To: Five of Swords (Reversed), Ten of Pentacles, King of Swords, King of Pentacles, Queen of Pentacles, Two of Wands

You've been doing shadow work and making changes, healing your inner wounds. That hard work is contributing to your long-term success and will help you clearly see the path that you are meant to take. Self-discipline is important but you are being asked to watch out for signs of perfectionism. It's not about the destination but about the journey. Speaking of journey, the stability that you have cultivated, you are ready to put your ideas into motion by making plans at this time. You can achieve the goals you have desired to achieve for a long time.

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[bigdumbbambieyes]

Merry Christmas & Happy Holidays from my family to yours!! 🤍🎄

It’s Billy’s first Harrington Christmas with Steve’s family, and honestly? He doesn’t know what to think.

Because his own broken ‘family’ had consisted of him and his father for years, and Neil would get him one shitty gift every December 25th and then they'd going out to eat at some greasy diner together in the name of ‘Christmas’.

And once Max and Susan had entered the picture, things had changed a bit. Susan cooked them all a meal on the 25th. There were more presents. There was a fully decorated tree in the living room. Stockings.

And with that first Hargrove-Mayfield Christmas, Billy hadn’t realized just how much mothers made Christmas.

He could remember the last Christmas he had with his mother. Vaguely. He can vividly remember the warmth of it, the glittering gold of nostalgia sparkling in her eyes in front of the tree. She had gifted him a bike that year and he’d ridden it until he outgrew it.

Then, he had pawned it for money towards his car. He’d given a lot of his belongings towards his Camaro.

But — shitty Christmases aside, this is new. Mrs. Harrington is all about Christmas, decorating her house from top to bottom with wreaths and holly and mistletoe. She’d even put one just outside Steve’s room and gave them a playful smile once they’d realized.

Now, it’s Christmas Eve and six o’clock has just rolled around, so Mrs. H hands out a set of matching pyjamas to her husband, son, and Billy. Even Coco, the white crusty family dog, has a little outfit on that she seems happy to wear — like she’s used to it.

"You know the drill, put them on and come back down for pictures!" Mrs. H tells the three of them, her smile wide.

Billy kinda wants to die.

But, he holds the red, black, and green checkered plaid pyjamas in his free hand while the other clutches at his third glass of spiked eggnog — just in time for Steve to take it from him to set down, giving him a look with wide eyes and lifted brows that says 'just go with it'.

And Billy scrunches his face like 'do I have to?'

But, he follows his boyfriend upstairs, anyway, to change into the pyjamas like Mrs. H has requested.

And, to be fair, they're soft as hell and maybe the most comfortable thing Billy has ever put on his body. When he turns to look at Steve, he sees his boyfriend wearing the exact same thing and it makes them both snort with laughter.

"Every year?" Billy asks as Steve comes over, wrapping his arms around him.

"Every," Steve kisses his cheek, "Single," another kiss to the other side, "Year." A kiss to his mouth, gentle and soft.

It's gaudy but it's cute. Maybe.

Quietly, Steve whispers into the small space between their mouths, "Thank you, for putting up with all of this," he means the Harrington Christmas traditions, "I know it's...a lot, but...it's means a lot to me that you go along with it."

Billy stares into those dark eyes for a moment, flicking back and forth between them before he half-shrugs with a smile and mutters, "It's more than I've ever had."

Steve's face drops a little, like he's hurt for Billy, and he knows it's true — Billy's never had matching pyjamas with his family, he's never had homemade eggnog with Mr. Harrington's finest rum, he's never decorated a gingerbread house, he's never had a Christmas with so much love.

"If you tell my mom that," Steve whispers with a small smile, tilting his head, "She'll never let you spend another Christmas anywhere else."

And, honestly? That doesn’t sound too bad.

❄️

Once they’re back downstairs, Mrs. H has her fancy camera set up in front of the tree and is getting everyone in place on the floor, scooping up Coco into her arms as she exclaims, “Say ‘Merry Christmas!’”

A low chorus of ‘Merry Christmas’ is said and Billy manages a smile as the camera flashes. When Mrs. H goes to set up another shot, he feels Steve’s hand find his, warm and reassuring as Billy turns his head to look at him and catches the smile his boyfriend has just for him.

He returns the soft smile, feeling his tense shoulders relax a little more, easing into the moment as Steve’s mother rushes back to her spot beside her husband.

As Billy focuses on the camera again, he feels Steve’s hand slide across his back and to his side, gently digging his fingertips into it — just enough for it to tickle and make him grin as his hand shoots to Steve’s, gripping it as his boyfriend laughs and the camera goes off, catching them both with wide grins.

Immediately, Billy shoots a glare at his pretty boy, whose grin hasn’t faltered at all. It’s maybe even grown a bit.

“You little shit,” Billy mumbles, glowering somewhat playfully.

“Hope that one makes it to the Christmas card,” Steve hums with a smirk.

Billy rolls his eyes and stands as everyone else does, happily taking up Mr. H’s offer of another cup of spiked eggnog.

❄️

The picture doesn’t make the Harrington Christmas card, as it was already decided (although Mrs. H does want him in the one next year), but Billy does receive a copy of the picture once it’s printed.

He folds it and keeps it hidden in his bedside table, already looking forward to next December.

[cassiebones]

Hear me out: modern!Au Vidarkness getting really competitive about gingerbread houses but for Rio it's just a real turn on to see Agatha in the zone

Additionally: Coven of Chaos coming over and Jen and Agatha having a real freakn all out battle about who can host it better each year

My ears are WIDE OPEN for this.

Jen and Agatha being neighbors and constantly trying to outdo each other like Martha May and Betty Lou Who. Their electric bills are sky high when Christmas comes around, but it's okay because, to Agatha, the cost is more than worth it to outshine stupid Jennifer Kale.

Rio just finds her competitiveness super hot.

And yes the gingerbread houses! That's the only aspect of Christmas where Rio really tries to outshine her wife. Agatha can have her Christmas lights displays and catered Christmas parties, but she gets a real kick out of planning her gingerbread masterpieces every single year, outshining Agatha every single time.

Agatha kind of lets her, though. I mean, not really, because her competitive spirit really won't allow her to do anything half-assed, but she doesn't try nearly as hard with gingerbread as she does with her lights. Her houses are super cute and surrounded by gingerbread creatures and trees and shit, but once Rio made an entire goddamn gingerbread metropolis and Agatha was super turned on by the effort.

Rio loves to see all the effort Agatha puts into holiday shit, though. She starts decorating the second Thanksgiving is over. Literally. 12:01 AM, the day after Thanksgiving, it looks like Christmas has thrown up in their house. Rio doesn't even know where she got this Christmas sweater with the skulls or how she even came to be wearing it, but she's not mad about it.

The only thing Agatha sucks at when it comes to Christmas? Wrapping gifts. More tape ends up around her fingers than on the actual gift and she goes through, like, six dispensers before she's even got all of Nicky's gifts wrapped.

Rio has had to take over in recent years because otherwise their tape bill will cost more than the electric bill. That's okay, though. She actually likes wrapping gifts. It's soothing in a way. And it allows Agatha to pay attention to more important things - like outdoing Jennifer Kale's holiday party by hiring fire-eaters, jugglers, and Mariah fucking Carey.

(She had to get Nicky in on this because it's low-key a Make-A-Wish thing, but it was for the greater good [defeating Jen Kale])

Rio and Alice just watch their wives fight over Christmas, passing a bottle of tequila back and forth as they get absolutely smashed the night before Christmas. It's the best entertainment for Rio since the Black Plague.

bonus: every single year, either Jen or Agatha convinces Lilia to dress up as Santa Claus - fat belly, beard, and all - with Billy and Alice as her elves. Every. Single. Year.

[yuujispinkhair]

Separation Anxiety (Chapter 07)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

++ Masterpost ++

Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 3.5k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 07

I don't know what to do with your kiss on my neck. I want to steal your soul and hide you in my treasure chest (Hostage by Billie Eilish)

The brat's boisterous laughter mixes with the excited chirping of the birds as he jogs past one of the cherry trees in the small park beneath their apartment. His pink hair is once again getting crowned by the falling cherry blossoms. He looks over his shoulder at Sukuna, golden eyes sparkling happily and a broad smile on his face as he exclaims loudly,

"Come on, baby! Catch up!"

Sukuna rolls his eyes playfully and accelerates his steps, quickly catching up to the boy and falling into pace beside him.

They began a new ritual: Morning runs every day after getting up. Sukuna welcomes the idea. It's not like he has to do a regular workout to stay in shape, and the brat doesn't, either. Their bodies are made of powerful magic, blessing them with immense natural strength and stamina. But he still enjoys the morning runs.

He likes the fresh morning breeze, the song of the birds, the way the small shrine looks in the soft morning light. They almost have the park to themselves during this time of the day. It brings back memories of his past life when cities weren't as big, and the world wasn't as loud as today.

He likes the endorphins spreading through his body at the physical exertion. It feels nice after being trapped in a state of numbness for such a long time.

And it makes the brat happy.

This is a factor Sukuna has to consider, too, after all. He has to make sure Itadori feels comfortable with him. That's part of the plan. The brat has to feel safe and happy, wrapped comfortably in Sukuna's lies.

This way, things will have the most destructive effect on him once he gets his memories back. Seeing his perfect harmonic life crumble and shatter into a thousand pieces will break him.

And so Sukuna goes on those morning runs, and he lets the brat hug him when they finish a foot race to the small shrine. He grins when Itadori presses his body against him and kisses him under the cherry trees before he takes Sukuna's hand to drag him back to their apartment, where Uraume is waiting for them with a rich breakfast. He smiles when the brat feeds him something from his plate, and Sukuna returns the favor a moment later while chuckling at how obediently Itadori opens his mouth for him.

Sweet domestic life, just like the brat craves it.

Sukuna wakes up with Itadori in his arms. They are lying on their sides, and the boy's back is pressed against Sukuna's chest, snuggling against him like the little pet that he is.

Itadori wakes up with a soft groan and a sleepily mumbled,

"G' morning."

"Good morning, darling."

Sukuna knows the brat likes it when Sukuna calls him pet names, and so he does it often just to bask in how easily he can manipulate the little idiot. The reaction is immediate. Itadori chuckles lightly, and his ass presses even more firmly against Sukuna's straining erection. A grin spreads over Sukuna's face.

You little horny thing. Not so scared anymore, huh?

Sweet victory sings in Sukuna's veins when the brat starts to move. He rubs his firm, round ass slowly against Sukuna's hard cock. It's a very deliberate movement. Part of Sukuna wants to taunt him for it, wants to call him a dirty slut, just like he did anytime he caught the brat watching those naughty movies on his phone.

But it's different now. The brat is needy for him, and that's exactly what Sukuna wants.

He smirks against Itadori's neck before pressing a kiss on his skin right where the short hair of his undercut ends. And then he hears the sweetest sound: a soft moan.

A feeling of exhilaration fills Sukuna. He enjoys hearing Itadori moan for him. It's a special kind of power Sukuna feels when hearing those pathetic sounds. Red, hot desire pumps through Sukuna's veins. He wants to hear more. He wants to feel more.

He presses his lips to the brat's skin again, trailing several kisses down his neck while his right hand wanders down the brat's body. His long fingers trace Itadori's firm abs, and then Sukuna shoves his hand down the front of the boy's underwear.

"Ah! Fuck!"

Sukuna chuckles at the boy's loud exclamation as Sukuna's hand wraps around his throbbing erection. Skin on skin this time, no clothing between them.

Of course, Sukuna is familiar with every inch of the brat after sharing this body with him for years. But it's a whole other experience to touch him like this. To feel how hot the brat's cock feels in Sukuna's hand, how hard and how thick. It's an exquisite sensation.

And the brat's reaction is equally delicious. Another moan falls from his lips, louder this time. His head rolls back against Sukuna's shoulder, and he pushes his hard cock unashamedly into Sukuna's hand.

"You like that?" Sukuna whispers into his ear.

"Y..yeah..please don't stop, Sukuna! Feels so good, ah!"

His reaction makes Sukuna's cock twitch. The brat is cute when he is so needy for him.

Sukuna wraps his hand firmer around the boy's hard length, pumping the thick cock in the same rhythm he remembers from all the times he was in Itadori's mind when the boy was jerking off in his room or in the shower. And he gets rewarded instantly by a desperate-sounding mewl.

Sukuna smirks. It's so easy. He knows the brat's body so well, knows all his dirty fantasies, knows how the brat likes to touch himself.

His kisses on the boy's neck grow more savage. He's sucking and nibbling on the sensitive skin, leaving his marks on the brat in angry red love bites.

Mine. You're all mine, Yuuji.

It doesn't take long until the brat cums with a series of loud moans and whimpers, pushing needily into Sukuna's fist and spilling his hot, thick cum over Sukuna's hand.

Some of it shoots messily over Itadori's body, and Sukuna watches it in fascination as it slowly runs down the boy's flexed abs.

This is for him. For Sukuna.

Sukuna smiles as he runs his fingers through the sticky mess on the brat's abs, spreading the evidence of his power over the boy all over his skin. The brat came so fast for him. It's pathetic and cute.

Sukuna growls and brings his cum-stained hand to his lips, licking at the warm seed and groaning softly when he tastes it. He licks it up hungrily, driven by the sheer blinding need to consume the brat again, to be close to him, to be one with him again.

His cock is twitching, desire almost making him take the boy by force. But he doesn't have to.

"Baby, let me touch you too, please. I want to make you feel good, too."

Golden eyes look at him pleadingly, full of a hunger that Sukuna has only seen in the mirror before.

He smiles at the brat and reaches out to cup his chin, running his thumb over the boy's bottom lip and pulling it down.

"Of course, you can touch me, sweetheart. Touch me, kiss me, fuck me. Do anything you want, my sweet thing."

He delights in how the brat's eyes roll back in pleasure at Sukuna's words, a shaky moan falling from his lips.

Sukuna lets go of him to take off his boxer briefs, basking in the way the brat stares at him, his golden eyes dark with desire when he sees Sukuna's cock for the first time.

Sukuna joins him on the bed again, leaning over him, capturing the boy's lips in a passionate kiss, deep and wet, tongues caressing each other with a need Sukuna cannot remember experiencing before.

Maybe this is something only a soulbond can give you, this feeling of raw desire that comes from sharing the same body and soul and craving to get back as close as possible.

Sukuna straddles the boy, his knees on either side of the brat's thighs, kneeling over him, watching the boy with glittering blue eyes.

"Touch me, baby."

The boy's gaze is fixed on Sukuna's face as he gulps hard as if he is too scared to look anywhere else. But his hands are braver, wandering boldly over Sukuna's naked skin, trailing over his thick biceps, sending shivers of pleasure through Sukuna. Those warm, strong hands caress his muscular thighs, fingertips tracing the black rings tattoed onto Sukuna's upper thighs, slowly but steadily wandering closer to their goal.

A low sigh spills from Sukuna's parted lips when he finally feels a warm, strong hand wrap around his hard cock. The dull ache in his chest is replaced by a throbbing heat that makes his mind heady with desire.

He watches the brat, looks deeply into his eyes as the boy pleasures him slowly at first and then growing faster steadily, pumping his fist up and down on Sukuna's wet cock, thumb rubbing over his swollen cockhead and slit.

And Sukuna lets him see what he's doing to him. He knows how bad the brat craves reassurance. How every praise makes his cock throb. And so he gets a little treat. He gets to see the pleasure on Sukuna's face, gets to hear the soft groans falling from Sukuna's parted lips, gets to witness the heavy-lidded blue eyes becoming clouded over by arousal.

"Yes, like that, baby. You're so good to me. Make me cum on you."

Sukuna isn't the only one who moans when he finally cums, cock twitching in the brat's hand as thread after thread of hot seed shoots out of his dark pink mushroom head and onto the brat.

Golden eyes watch him, shining brightly, filled with desire and admiration.

Sukuna can tell that the brat is asking himself how he got so lucky to have Sukuna's cock in his hand and his seed on his skin.

Sukuna grins at him, and exhales slowly with a low, satisfied groan.

The brat has never looked as beautiful as now, covered in Sukuna's cum. It's on his chest and abs, a little bit even on his chin. Glistening pearly white streaks slowly run down his tan skin, marking him as Sukuna's. So beautiful, so ruined. Claimed by the King of Curses.

Sukuna's seed mixes with Itadori's in the valleys of the boy's abs. Sukuna cannot tear his gaze away from the sight. Finally, their essences are mingled again. He reaches out, running a long finger through the small sea of their combined seed, watching it in fascination.

He smiles as he brings that finger to the boy's lips. He doesn't even have to push the brat's mouth open and force-feed him their cum. Itadori opens it eagerly, moaning and flicking his tongue over Sukuna's finger, licking their mixed seed hungrily off his lover's finger.

Yes, consume me again, brat. Take me inside you, just like it should be, just like it is written in the stars.

Watching the little scene makes the place in Sukuna's chest, where the phantom pain usually sits, fill with a warmth that feels almost too intense. But he welcomes it. It feels better than the strange empty feeling he usually experiences.

He leans down a second later to run his tongue over the brat's body, licking the cum off him, marveling at the heady sweetness of their mixed essences. So this is what fate tastes like.

Sukuna smirks when he claims the brat's mouth again, basking in the needy noises the brat makes when Sukuna feeds him their cum with his tongue.

Everything feels right at this moment.

For a second, Sukuna catches himself thinking that he doesn't even want the brat to get his memories back. He is beautiful like this. Obedient, sweet, and so happy to be under Sukuna, with his cum on his body and in his mouth.

Sukuna wouldn't mind keeping him forever like this.

He is used to living with a personal servant. In his former life, he spent many years with Uraume, who took care of everything for him. Who cooked for him, who prepared Sukuna's baths for him, who made sure his kimonos were always clean, and who did everything else in their power to assist Sukuna at all times. And they naturally slipped into that role again now in his new life. Sukuna is familiar with a Master and servant dynamic. But what Sukuna isn't used to is having someone who isn't his servant do those things.

He raises a surprised eyebrow when the brat leans over him while Sukuna is lounging on the couch. The boy hands him a plate with cookies. There's a proud grin on his face, and his voice is full of excitement,

"For you, baby. The recipe was printed on the back of the cocoa powder, and it sounded so delicious that I wanted to try baking it. I think they turned out really well! You have to try them!"

Of course, the cookies are amazing. Itadori has a talent for cooking and baking. The brat doesn't remember it, but Sukuna does.

He benefitted from that fact when he shared a body with the boy, often manifesting his mouth on the boy's palm to steal some of his food. But it's even better now when he can actually take a cookie into his hand and feel it, chew it, swallow it, taste it, and consume it in his own body.

He watches the smile on the brat's face grow even bigger when Sukuna tells him the cookies taste delicious.

"I didn't remember that I could bake. Oh my god, I will bake so much now! Tell me what you like, baby. I will bake anything you want! I want to try other recipes too!"

Sukuna watches in amusement as the boy disappears into the kitchen again, practically bouncing.

It's fascinating how fast Itadori is settling into his new life. And it's even more fascinating to suddenly belong to the circle of people whom Itadori cares for.

The brat was always so eager to please others and to make them happy. He was always so generous with his affection, constantly doing things for people, showering them with compliments, and reassuring them with his words and touches. Hugging them, cooking for them, carrying their bags, protecting them.

Sukuna had watched it all from inside his vessel. Had watched the boy be sweet and affectionate to everyone around him. Towards Sukuna, he had never shown that sweetness, of course.

But now Sukuna suddenly finds himself on the receiving end of that affection, and it feels strange.

Strange because Sukuna can't remember anyone ever treating him with affection.

Fear, desire, obedience. Those are the things Sukuna is used to receiving. But what the brat offers him is new. And it is something Sukuna doesn't understand.

More times, when he likes, he catches himself watching the boy with narrowed eyes, trying to figure him out.

What is going on in that stupid little head of yours? Why are you like this? Why are you so full of love and warmth that you are overflowing from it, that it spills out of your every pore?

Sukuna can't wrap his head around it. He understands desire. He understands the raw urge of wanting to have something and claim it. But the warmth and selflessness that live in the boy are foreign to him.

When Sukuna desires something or someone, he doesn't ask. He takes.

But the brat is the opposite of that. Itadori Yuuji doesn't take. He gives. When Itadori desires someone, he gives everything he has to that person.

It's foolish.

But that's how Itadori works. And after his memory loss, he sees Sukuna as someone he wants to give his affection to. The boy is fond of him. The boy likes him, maybe even begins to love him.

It explains why he wants to bake for Sukuna. It explains the soft sighs and gentle smiles and the way the brat likes to walk up behind Sukuna and hug him from behind, snuggling against him, face pressing gently against Sukuna's shoulder blades, strong arms holding him tightly, clinging to him as if he never wants to let go again. It explains why the boy looks into his eyes for what seems an eternity, his golden eyes filled with so much warmth.

It means Sukuna's plan is working.

Sukuna exhales loudly. Why is he even wondering about this? It doesn't matter what the brat does, feels, or wants. He is Sukuna's little plaything, a special toy to entertain him. Nothing more.

And as foreign as the concept of this affection is to Sukuna, he can't deny that it has its advantages to be on the receiving end of it.

It's undeniably nice to eat the cookies and cakes the brat bakes for him. And it's definitely comfortable to fall asleep wrapped around a warm body. Sukuna asks himself why he never considered this in his past life. Especially during the cold season, it might have been useful to keep a bed companion.

But then he remembers that none of his past lovers could be trusted. He could have never slept next to them.

The thought makes him laugh grimly. It's ironic. Technically, the brat is a thousand times more dangerous than all of Sukuna's past lovers combined. He is powerful and blessed with superhuman strength. And yet Sukuna knows that Itadori, in his current state, won't try to murder him in his sleep. As unbelievable as it sounds, he's the first one of Sukuna's lovers who isn't a potential threat.

Sukuna snorts and glances at the brat, who is currently asleep in his arms, snuggling against him, his head resting on Sukuna's chest, one arm carelessly thrown over Sukuna's torso. Sukuna smirks as he rests his chin on top of the boy's head. Itadori makes some pleased noise that almost sounds like he's purring.

He really feels very warm to the touch. Comfortable.

For some reason, Sukuna always felt cold during his imprisonment in his domain. He spent a thousand years trapped in a cold cave, and no matter how much fire he conjured in the Malevolent Shrine, it never helped.

Now, he can't even remember what being cold feels like. Not when the brat's warm body is pressing against him every night.

"Kuna! Please watch this movie with me! The sneak peek looks so cool!"

Excited golden eyes beam at Sukuna, and the brat pats the space beside him on the couch.

The corners of Sukuna's lips lift in an amused smirk. The brat is currently discovering his former passion of watching movies again, and of course, he wants to watch them with his boyfriend. That means they are back to watching movies together, just like when they still shared a body.

Or not exactly like when they still shared a body. Because when Sukuna was still trapped inside the brat, he never got tired of complaining about every single movie Itadori enjoyed. Now, he doesn't do that. And he finds that it's actually a lot more relaxing to just be able to focus on the movie instead of constantly talking to annoy the brat.

The truth is that Sukuna had secretly enjoyed many of the movies the boy had watched. The plots of the stories weren't that different from what he remembered from the plays he used to watch in his former life. Drama and bloodshed, sprinkled with a bit of romance here and there. It could be quite entertaining.

And now Sukuna doesn't have to pretend he hates movies anymore. He can just lean back on the comfortable couch and enjoy.

Itadori snuggles against him, rests his head on Sukuna's shoulder, and grabs a handful of popcorn out of the large bowl in Sukuna's lap, munching it loudly while his gaze is glued to the TV screen.

The brat's head on Sukuna's shoulder presses on a nerve, making Sukuna's arm tingle, but the usual dull ache in his chest is silent. And the popcorn tastes quite good. Itadori sprinkled butter and cinnamon sugar over it. Movie nights with the brat don't seem so bad.

"Whoa, the suspense is killing me!"

The brat grabs Sukuna's forearm tightly, and Sukuna laughs.

"You said the same thing the first time you watched this movie."

"Oh? Did I already see it?"

"Yes, before your accident."

The brat's expression turns thoughtful for a moment, and then, to Sukuna's astonishment, he laughs. The boy throws his head back and laughs that annoying, too-loud laugh of his.

"That's actually a positive effect of the memory loss, then! I can watch all my favorite movies again for the first time! That's a dream come true for every movie lover!"

His eyes sparkle happily, and his face is lit up by a bright smile.

Sukuna stares at him for a moment, stricken by the brat's unyielding optimism.

It's foolish, of course, to always see the good in things and people. Itadori is too naive.

And yet...

Sukuna can't help but feel a flicker of respect awaken in him. The brat always gets up again. Regardless of what life throws at him, Itadori Yuuji doesn't back down. He adapts, he keeps going. That is an attitude that makes him strong.

And strength is something Sukuna respects.

The sounds of the TV blare in the background, loud screams and gunshots as the hero gets into another fight. But Sukuna's gaze is only focused on the boy next to him, wondering why and how re-watching an old action movie made him realize for the first time that there is something about his former vessel that he respects.

I am very sorry for the late update. I was on vacation and also pretty busy, so I didn't have the right mindset to work on this story, but I am happy to be back again!! Thank you so much for reading the new chapter!! I hope you like it. They were so domestic in this chapter, and it made me grin so much awww!!

One of my favorite things to write about is when Sukuna gets treated with love and affection, and he doesn't know what to do with it at first because he isn't used to it. I am very, very soft for that, and this is why writing this story makes me very emotional at times. I hope you felt some of it too!

Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

[enchantedflameandflower]

A Billy Butcher Christmas

YOU try celebrating Christmas with Butcher...

Co-written with CheshireCat

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Waiting alone in your dark apartment, you wondered what could possibly be keeping Billy so long.  

M.M. had texted you that they were wrapping up the stakeout for that Supe they were trying to tie in with a known gun-runner and explosives smuggler. His contact had gotten spooked and never showed. 

You stopped pacing and sat down on the couch again with a huff and then a long sigh. Billy was probably in some bar drinking away his anger. You only hoped he didn't start a brawl. "I suppose I should check my first-aid supplies," you griped at the empty room as you got up to check the kit you kept in a cupboard in the bathroom. 

On your way back to the living room, you glanced out at the Christmas lights on the houses below your balcony twinkling like multi-colored stars in the dark. "Yeah...Merry Christmas," you said softly, thinking the best gift you could have would be Billy coming home safe and not too badly banged up.

Sighing softly, you went to the kitchen to pour a glass of whiskey. Pulling the bottle down from the top cupboard you tipped a bit of the liquid into your glass and then you poured some more. It was rich and warm on your tongue and burned just the right amount going down. Kind of like Billy. 

Turning all the lights down, you went curl up in your favorite chair and just gaze at the lights. Billy would be here soon, and the alcohol helped to calm your worry.

For a bit, you made yourself relax but when you finally heard the keys jingling in the lock you jumped up from the couch, almost spilling your drink.

Damn...you could hear him grumbling and cursing through the door before it even opened. You knew how any perceived failure that amounted to wasting a night without nailing the perps they were after frustrated and angered him. You just hoped the end result wasn't too bad. Well, at least you knew you had plenty of everything to patch him up, if needed.

Setting your glass on the coffee table, you went to the door just as Billy got it open. “Hey,” you murmured. You couldn’t help but scan him head to toe checking for both injuries and his mood. He had a small cut on his temple, but that seemed the extent of his physical ails, at least. 

You inwardly breathed a sigh of relief but put on a sympathetic face nonetheless.  "M.M. told me tonight was a bust. What happened?“ 

You knew it was good to let him grumble a bit and get it off his chest while he actually processed things. As soon as he shrugged out of his coat you took his large hand and pulled him inside leading him to the couch. 

Good thing you'd thought to bring the bottle of whiskey and an extra tumbler to the coffee table. 

He sat down heavily and looked up at you, dark eyes swirling with emotions but warming and calming a little as he gazed up at you. He poured himself a measure of whiskey and put his strong arm around you when you curled up on the couch beside him, pulling you in against him, tucked into his side. 

Happily, you nestled in against him and waited while he gathered his thoughts.

“The cunt never even showed,” he growled. “Worthless piece of shite. I should have known better than to think he would come through. He were only someone Frenchie knew through someone else and M.M only met the fucker once.” He huffed a sigh and took a long drink of the whiskey before setting it aside. “Fucking waste of a whole night.”

“I’m sorry,” you said softly, nestling closer to him and rubbing your hand over his chest. “There’ll be another chance. It’s Christmas Eve, maybe something just threw his plans off.”

Billy turned to look at you. “It’s what?”

"It's...it's Christmas Eve," you said again softly then cleared your throat. You'd told yourself you would not be disappointed if he didn't remember, but you'd still kind of hoped maybe he felt a little of the magic in the air and would want to share that just with you. 

You looked over at the little tree you'd bought and his present you'd wrapped last night and tucked under the branches. You knew he didn't have the fondest childhood memories of Christmas and had hoped to maybe make it special for him this year. 

You swallowed down your own disappointment. "I just meant he might have family or a girlfriend or something and had a last minute change of plans. We’ll get another chance.”

Billy looked out the window as if he was seeing the Christmas lights for the first time and the expression on his face lightened just a little…

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Part 2

[kittyamore0]

𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡'𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫

༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉

༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉

[PART II]

RATING: SFW

FANDOM/GENRE: Horror, dark romance, scream 6, Ghostface, Ethan Landry

WRITING STYLE: One-shot

TAGS: @kittiescrownedsoul, @zspen, @h34rtsformilli, @alice121804, @kylespencersvocalcords, @babywantskith

REMINDER: Do NOT translate, transfer, modfiy, copy or steal my ideas!

CW: Attempted murder, stalking, stabbing, breaking and entering, usage of a knife, knife mentions, fighting, shouting/screaming, swearing, blood, passing out

༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉༉𓆩❀˚𓆪༉

"You fuck up!" An angry Quinn slams her hand on the small, wooden coffee table. "I wasn't going to sit there and watch you kill the love of my life!" Quinn scoffs. "Richie didn't care about trying to kill Sam!" Ethan rolled his eyes. "That's because he was with Amber! He didn't care about Sam, none of them did! Billy, Stu...I care about [Name!]"

Quinn lets out a frustrated groan. "You fucking virgin..." Ethan shrugged. "That changed with [Nam ]" Quinn pretends to gag. "Dude, overshare!" Ethan raises his hands in a 'whatever' matter.

"Dad won't be happy about this. You're messing up the plan...!" Ethan mumbled 'i dont care...' to which Quinn responded by bumping into him, hard.

She slammed the door shut, making Ethan flinch. "Cranky..." He faked shivered.

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You hummed while listening to music on your headphones, glancing outside your house window, remembering your terrifying experience on the makeshift ladder while trying to escape.

You shook your head and lifted your shoulders up and down, continuing on munching on your small snack.

Your phone rang. You were hesitant to pick up after seeing the callers ID, 'unknown caller,' but it could be Gale, prank-ers, etc...

You decided to play the safe game by hanging up, nibbling on your sweet treats.

You received another phone call again. You started getting pissed off and grabbed it in a swift motion, 'Tara' it read.

You took a deep breath in before answering and putting the phone to your ear.

"Hey, Tara, whats up?"

You could hear faint breathing from the other side.

"Hello, [Name]..."

Your breathing stopped, all of your movements stopped.

That same fucking deep, moderated Ghostface voice.

"How have you been since the last time we met, hmm? That ladder stunt you pulled was impressive, but incredibly bitchy at the same time..."

You turned to your window and then your door.

"You're acting like you wouldn't pull something like that if you were on the brick of death, cocky asshole."

They chuckled.

"You've got a point, so vulgar though..."

You scoffed.

"Says the fucker who said my surviving skills were bitchy!" "Feisty, i like it..."

You grimaced.

"Fuck you, you perv!"

You ran to your knife holder, pulling out a knife. You were about to hang up until you heard Ghostface shriek.

"Hang up and ill have you hanging on those trees on your front porch like ornaments, and we all know Its too early for Christmas so you'll be an early Christmas gift! You hear me?!"

You smiled and flashed a smile grin.

"You think I'm scared of you now? Maybe at when i was on the ladder, but this is my house and I'm for sure not gonna let you parade around MY house trying to kill me and doing whatever the fuck you want!"

You hanged up, stuffing your phone in your pocket. At first, it was quiet. You stayed still trying to figure out where Ghostface could be hiding.

You heard some clothes shuffling in the background. There. You swung your head to the left of you and a gloved hand holding a knife came in contact with your right that held nothing.

You kicked the figure in the back of their knee, making them fumble forwards. You held your knife and swung it at them, but they had also lifted their knife, clashing it against yours.

During that process, the knife in your hand flew from the impact. "Fuck!" They tried stabbing you again, but you dodged by crouching under their arm and running to the kitchen counters.

They were hot on your tail. Your current goal was to get another knife, but chances were slim with this fucker running and partying. You pulled on one of your cabinets, letting it fly right into Ghostfaces mask, hitting them directly without the mask too.

You reached out to the knife holder, until the clothed arms slithered around your waist. They raised the knife and let it sink into your waist. You scream in pain.

You lifted your right foot up and then down, kicking them from your behind, pushing them back too. The knife went with them as they flew.

You took this chance to run upstairs, going into your bedrooms closet and stuffing yourself behind a suitcase.

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"Goddammit...where did she go?" Ethan huffed in frustration. Text after text, Quinn didn't respond. He passed the room she was staying in, sending another text, but hearing the notification come from her room.

He opened the door to her room, slowly going in after curiosity got to him. He spotted Quinns phone on her bed. "She probably forgot to take this..." He grabbed her phone while it switched on.

'Tara and [Name] have to be got to be taken care of.'

What...?

He opened her phone, and paused before putting the password in. He scrolled through messages until he found the message between Quinn and detective Bailey.

Quinn: Im telling you. That fucker, [Name], has Ethan under control! He beat the shit out of me for trying to kill her. If i wasn't wearing the mask, i would have a massive black eye! Detective Bailey: Tara troublesome too. More than Mindy. Quinn: Mindy's such a fuck ass. Nagging about whose this whose that, what can be the killer or what cannot. Killer history! I never asked for it. Detective Bailey: Well, we have to be patient. Quinn: No, the fuck we dont. I dont even have the patience either. That bitch, [Name], is getting me on my nerves. I have a plan anyways. Detective Bailey: And what is that plan, Quinn? Quinn: You go for Tara, i go for [Name]. We get rid of them and dont tell Ethan the plan. Detective Bailey: What do you suggest we do other than what you said? Quinn: I just need Taras phone, to call [Name], then you can have your way with Tara while i have mine with [Name]. Detective Bailey: Alright.

"Shit!" Ethan rushed out of Quinns room, running towards his own. He fell foward into his room, scrambling to get his own Ghostface costume.

"No...no, no, no!" Tears build up in his eyes

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You sighed in relief, feeling your phone still in the same place you had left it.

You dialed the police, explaining your situation to them. They asked you to stay on call, but the closet door burst opened. Ghostface. Out of panic, you hanged up and put a hand over your mouth, also putting your phone on silent and low light.

They rummaged through your clothes, even taking some out. They grunted and slammed the door.

After a few minutes of silence, you crawled out of your closet. You put a hand over your chest, in relief that they werent here, but wait... something felt wrong?

You turned around to see Ghostface charging at you. You yelped and threw yourself to the left again, making them miss their hit and run.

They turned around and lifted the knife in their hand. You ducked under their arm and grabbed the lamp of the nearby, throwing it at their mask, causing them to grunt.

You tried to take another swing before Ghostface held your right arm that held the lamp. You brought your foot up and kicked their arm away. You hit them with the lamp. Right and then left, their head went.

You ran out of the room and slammed the door closed. You heard your door crack from how hard the door hit. Your throat felt tight, the collar of your shirt was snatched, but as soon as it was snatched, it was let go.

You heard a grunt and felt the Ghostface chasing you not so hot on your trail anymore. You turned around to see two Ghostface brawling it out.

"What the fuck...?" One of them jumped at you and hugged your body, pushing you away from the other one trying to snatch up.

The Ghostface that was holding you pushed you aside and punched the first Ghostface to appear. The first Ghostface to appear hit the back of their head on the hallway mirror.

The second Ghostface grabbed the same mirror and smashed it on the other Ghostface head, making them go limp and all movements stilled.

The other turned to you, and you stayed put, unsure of what to do. Suddenly, they embraced you, before pushing you away. "Leave. You're bleeding..." You nodded, confused.

You turned around and ran downstairs, limping your way onto your porch and streets. Your vision went black and everything had caught up to you. You were just saved by a Ghostface and your waist is bleeding as in status SOS!

Your head throbbed and everything twisted and turned in your vision.

The last thing you remember was losing your breath before hitting the concrete ground.

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[k-marzolf]

The Soldier

Angst, mentions of Billy’s mother, mentions of Alzheimer’s, friends to lovers, implied oral (f and m receiving), kissing, fluff, alcohol consumption, fem!reader.

My Christmas story for the year, I think. I worked pretty hard on it. It’s a lot longer than I usually write.

Imagine Being Loved By Me

2,201 words.

You meandered around the mall quietly, heart heavy. It was loud, kids running to and fro excited to meet Santa, Christmas music playing through the speakers, and it was beautifully decorated with sparkling Christmas trees and garland.

But you didn’t feel the joy, feeling stressed and anxious. Billy was hard to shop for, he always avoided the subject so you didn’t know what to get him.

You looked around through the different shops. Frank got him a kit for his gun last year. He already had a knife, and he wasn’t a big fan of watching movies and TV. And he had so many copies of Dorian Gray already.

It was your first Christmas with him since moving your mother into one of the care facilities for her Alzheimer’s.

The apartments were tiny in New York unless you had money and you had to move to a cheaper apartment since paying for her medical bills (and you were too prideful to ask Billy for help), but you didn’t need much.

That had been in the spring. It was December now, winter. Nearly a year since you put your mother in a facility. And it had been the best year despite that, having enjoyed your free time with Billy. He was busy a lot, but when he could make time for you, he made it count.

Earlier this morning, he had woken you up in your small studio apartment, head buried between your thighs, tasting you. You’d buried your fingers in his hair, whining and trembling, your thighs squeezing his ears.

And goddamn, he loved the sounds you made. It went straight to his cock. The way you undulated your hips and rode his face, your taste. You were better than the sweetest candy.

He’d flopped on his back, wiping his mouth and grinning, looking cheekily at you. “That sorts breakfast.” He laughed, as you looked at him dazed.

“Wanna taste you.” You said softly, scooting down his hips, kissing them, before biting his hip bone.

Billy had groaned, he could get used to waking up with you every morning, he thought hissing as your warm mouth wrapped around him. He could have almost gone off then, but he wanted to enjoy you.

It had been a good morning. But now, you were filled with anxiety, too caught up on it having to be perfect.

“You okay?” It was Maria.

“Can’t find anything for Billy.” You said, watching him walk ahead with Frank, admiring him. You ached for him, never having felt this way about anyone before. But he wasn’t just your lover. He was your best friend. The person you’d written to when things got tough at home as your mother became ill and you got lonely while he was in the Marines.

“He’d love whatever you got him, as long as you put thought into it. Don’t get caught up in the perfect gift nonsense. Just get a thoughtful gift.” Maria said encouragingly. Everyone had said that, and Frank had gruffly told you; “Bill just wants you, doesn’t care about much else.”

You sighed. “I want him to know I can love enough for both his mother and I.” You said, gripping your purse tightly.

Maria touched your arm. “He already knows that, sweetheart.”

Kids ran ahead shouting loudly, and running into Billy, and he steadied the young boy who looked up at him. “I like your hair.” The kid said, admiring his haircut.

You couldn’t see his facial expression, nor hear what he said to the kid, but the boy’s eyes brightened, before he ran off to catch up with his mother.

Billy looked behind him, smiling at you. God, you sure hoped Maria was right.

&&&&

You ended up at their house, Billy and Frank playing battleship and heckling each other, while you and Maria watched, drinking wine. “I’m comin’ for ya, Russo.”

Billy laughed, “Put up your dukes, then.” He said, cocky.

You were drunk on wine, amusing Billy as you gave him a sloppy kiss on the cheek. “My Marine is gonna kick your ass, Frankie.”

Billy smiled inwardly at your claim on him, surprised it didn’t have him running for the hills. But you were his best friend, he felt safe with you. Frank rolled his eyes. “You’re just sayin’ that because he’s good in bed.”

Your cheeks burned. “Nuh uh. I’m saying it ‘cause he regularly beats me at it, devastates me.” You giggled, “A tactician, and…” you paused, “my bestest friend.” You slurped your wine. “I would kill for him. Kinda. Maybe just maim. I wouldn’t do good in jail.” You rambled.

By now, Billy was laughing. “God, you’re sweet when you’re drunk.”

Maria pulled you down into the chair, “Sit down, sweetheart. I don’t want wine on my clean floor.” She said, noticing how you’d been swaying on your feet.

“Can’t tolerate your alcohol?” Frank smirked, as he got a hit on one of Billy’s ships, smirking at his friend. “Lost your touch, Bill?”

“I can tolerate just fine, thank you.” You said, taking another large gulp, hand shaking as you put it up to your lips.

Billy scoffed, “You’re comin’ home with me tonight, not letting you smother yourself trying to get into bed.” He teased you. He turned to Frank, “Don't get cocky, Frankie. It’s one hit.” He said, sipping his beer.

Frank scoffed this time, but slapped the table in victory, when he hit Billy’s ship. “One hit, huh, Bill?!” He grinned.

“It ain’t a sinkin’, Frankie, don’t get ahead of yourself.” Billy laughed.

Frank flipped him off, and Billy hit one of Frank’s ships. And then another. And another. Almost sinking one.

Maria laughed at Frank’s exasperation when Billy finally sunk his first ship, making him swear under his breath. “It’s just not your night, dear.” She smiled over her glass, more sober than you. “But you were never good at this game. Lisa beat you recently.” She said slyly.

“Babe, who’s side are you on?” Frank asked, looking appalled by her candor, mouth open. “Are you a turncoat?”

Everyone but Frank laughed, as Billy sunk another ship. “All of you are gettin’ coal.”

&&&&

You both sat on the floor, feet facing the electric fireplace after leaving the Castles. Billy had brought you home, and you’d sobered a little with a bit of coffee. His cat that you’d convinced him to adopt, Lucy, was sitting on your lap purring away as you gave her scratches behind her ears.

“That cat is gettin’ more attention than me,” complained Billy, fingers digging into your hips.

You giggled, “Does Billy want head scratches?” You teased him lightly.

Billy’s breath tickled your neck as he sat behind you, arms around you as the snow picked up outside. He pinched your side at your comment making you squeal, and jump.

Lucy jumped out of your lap, looking like you’d offended her. She swished her tail, walking away with her nose in the air.

x

You pushed Billy down, kissing him and he smiled into it.

Finally some attention.

Your cold fingers slipped under his sweater, making him shiver, as you wiggled your hips against his. He groaned, as you pulled back admiring his flushed cheeks. “What?” He asked.

“You know you’re hard to shop for.” You said, softly.

Billy froze. It had surprised him that you intended to get him something. The only person who did was Maria.

He was quiet for a moment, looking faraway, before his eyes snapped to yours. “There was this toy soldier I wanted, growin’ up. It was one of those green ones, had a gun and everything. It wasn’t very expensive, and I’d seen it on the way to the bathroom with my mother in a department store.” He said, eyes faraway, remembering painful memories, you stroked his hair, enjoying the way he groaned softly.

You listened quietly.

“I asked her for it. She smacked my hands off her skirt, and pulled me into the bathroom. She was there to buy drugs. But she couldn’t buy me a toy soldier worth mere cents.” His thumbs stroked your hips, he sounded bitter. You wanted to ease the pain in his heart, to exorcise the demons from his past.

You kissed his mouth, the mood turning somber. You swore you’d love him enough for his mother and yourself. You wanted to give him everything. It was hard when you only made so much at the bookstore. You struggled during the holidays.

But you’d do what you could for him this year.

&&&&

You were disappointed. Billy would be busy over Christmas, so you wouldn’t be spending it together. Him and Frank were on a protection detail, and would be working over Christmas.

He’d come by to tell you, shaking snow off his coat, and looking apologetically at you.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.” He said, voice deep, as your face fell, making his chest ache painfully. He’d fully planned on spending it with you.

His cold fingers touched yours, “I’ll make it up to you, we can celebrate later. Just you and me.” He kissed your mouth, and then he was gone.

&&&&

Christmas was a lonely affair, it was snowing out, and your tiny tree sparkled, but you wanted your best friend.

You sipped your coffee quietly, hoping he was safe. Frank, too. You’d brought Lucy over so you could care for her while Billy was away.

A piece of him.

She purred in your lap while you watched old Christmas movies, holding onto the promise he’d spend it with you at a later date

The gift you’d gotten him sat on your dining room table.

The snow picked up outside.

&&&&

Billy shivered. He was freezing his ass off protecting some young rich boy, who had gotten in trouble with a goddamn crime syndicate by flapping his gums, taunting the son of said syndicate. “My father could take on your father.”

Stupid, thought Billy in irritation. He was old enough to know better, but had been too sheltered making the young man ignorant.

Billy thought of you, probably warm in bed right now, while he froze his balls off outside during a storm. He wanted to be there, to taste the wine on your tongue, and feel your body slotted against his, with your fingers in his hair.

He could almost feel your warmth and soft touch, and it made him feel almost… colder, now aware of the cold around him. He pulled his coat closer, looking at Frank who looked just as miserable waiting for this leader of the syndicate to show up. He loved his job, but goddamn, sometimes he wondered what a 9 to 5 job would be like, where he could be with you more often.

If all went according to plan though, another day and he’d be yours.

&&&&

He kept his promise, and on the week after Christmas, you both curled up in front of his tree, drinking mulled wine, warm inside. “How was your job?” You asked.

Billy groaned. “It led to nothin’. All this build up for a fight, and all that happened was the leader wanted money instead of a fight. The father had no balls, so he gave him the money.” Billy said, rolling his eyes and drinking his wine.

You laughed, “You’re always eager for a fight.”

He grinned. “Damn straight.” He paused. “I got you somethin’, sweetheart.” He said, grabbing a package behind the tree.

Your heart fluttered as he came and sat back down next to you, leaning into you. You could smell the wine on his breath, along with his cologne. It was comforting.

You opened it, hands shaking. You hadn’t received a gift in a while, due to your mother’s Alzheimer’s. She barely remembered you some days. It was a Chromebook like you’d asked for. You bit your lip, heart full of gratitude. “So you can write like we talked about.” He hummed, sipping his wine.

“You’re so good to me, Bill.” You pressed a warm kiss to his mouth, and he groaned.

You shakily set down the gift. “I got something for you, too.” You stood up, moving to your coat, and pulling it out, shaky on your legs as you returned. It wasn’t nearly as expensive as what he got you.

Billy set his glass down, as you sat down next to him, and took the small package. He ripped through the paper, curious, and his heart stopped when he saw it. It was a green toy soldier with a gun.

“I wanted to find you what you had never had. Your mother didn’t love you, Billy, but I do. I can love enough for both—“

He cut you off with a hard kiss, tasting the chocolate you’d been snitching from his pantry, like a little kid dipping their hands in the sweets. You whined into his mouth, as he pushed you down, fingers climbing up your sweater.

He pulled back, leaning on his elbows over you. “This is why you’re mine.” He said, voice soft, “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”

You smiled relieved he was happy. “Merry Christmas, Billy.”

And then Lucy jumped on his back, purring.

You both laughed, and he kissed you again.

Merry Christmas, indeed.

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[dearabby1990]

Chapter 35: Best friends day out

You’re finally done drying your hair & add a little makeup just to brighten up your face a bit & spray some of your favorite perfume. Heading downstairs towards the living room you noticed how oddly quiet it is for a house full of guys only to be met with gareth relaxing on the sofa watching Miami vice he notices you & sits up “hey goober the others went out shopping for god knows what you know how Eddie gets when he wants something so I figured I’d stay behind maybe we could have a best buds day beings it’s been awhile since we hung out just us two figured we could grab a bite & hit the record store or something” you smile and plop on the sofa next to him “sounds good fluff & stuff” you giggle & toss him your car keys & you barely let anyone drive your baby it’s a 1961 Chevy bel air not as spiffy as the one you all had for prom but still you cherish it beings it was your moms car putting lots of love & care into it replacing parts with Eddie’s help & she just got a new paint job as a gift from your love he knows how much you love light purple so he went ahead & had jimmy paint it all for you. “Really?! I can drive Paula?! Sweet!!” You laugh and you both take off to the car “man this is so fuckin cool jame!” He starts up the engine & the radio pops on you dig through your cassettes & pull out Billy Squire & show it to him “oh fuck yeah pop it in!” “Alright this is gonna be the best day ever!” My kinda lover comes on & you & gareth are singing & using your bottle of cola as a microphone laughing having a ball “oh I have an idea gare bear watch this” you flip the switch to drop the top and his eyes bulge from his head “no fuckin way this is so bad ass!” You both have the wind in your hair & not a care in the world your glad you got to spend time with gareth you both haven’t had fun like this since middle school. He pulls into the parking lot & you notice he took you to your old fave spot his parents would take you guys here before the end of the camping trips before your parents would pick you up. An old 50’s style malt shop with the best milkshakes & burgers Indiana had to offer waitresses on roller skates 🛼 glide up to your car with a note pad & pen “welcome to Marybeth’s malt shop my name is Dolores I’ll be your server what can I get for y’all this fine afternoon?” She says with a megawatt smile teal dress white apron pink skates blonde hair in a high ponytail chewing gum gareth knows me well enough to where he knows what I always get so he orders for us both “yes can we get 2 bacon cheeseburgers an order of cheese fries & 2 black cows” (old school drink gross but very popular it’s cola & ice cream like a root beer float) “sure hun anything else for you & your lovely lady?” “Oh we’re just best friends but that’s all thanks” she winks at gareth “I’ll be right out with your drinks” she skates off. You start laughing hysterically “WHAT?!” He’s confused as to why you think something is so funny “she was totally checking you out man as soon as you said we’re friends her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree” you start laughing again “bullshit she’s just being nice it’s her job!” You try to calm you laughing for a minute “okay we’ll see about that” he turns to you “what does that mean?” “Ohh you’ll see” she comes skating back with your drinks “here you both go here’s some straws is there anything else I can get you both?” You look at gareth and smirk “actually Dolores my friend here has an extra ticket to guns & roses & needs a date & you’re so beautiful maybe you two can go together hed need your number though” his face is red he looks like he wants to kill you “really?! Yes I’d love that!” She scribbles down her number and hands it to gareth and skates back off into the restaurant “how the fuck & I don’t have an extra ticket to shit Jamie what the hell?!” You pull out an envelope & pass it to him “this was supposed to be a part of your graduation gift but I can see you need it now more then later” he rips it open to pull out two front row center seats to guns & roses & flies across the gears to engulf you into a hug.

You both eat your lunch talking of ideas of what to look for in the record store. “I still can’t believe this shit what a day & it’s only the damn afternoon not only did I get a date but I have tickets to the hottest concert in Hawkins this month thanks to you jame thanks for hanging with me today” he nudges into your shoulder you chuckle “no problem fluff & stuff but let’s hurry I have to get something for Eddie at the record store as part of his graduation gift OH! Before I forget I wanna throw a graduation party for Eddie & hellfire but I want to surprise him you think you guys could help me out?” “You don’t have to tell me twice I’m here for whatever ya need”. Pulling into a parking spot you both bolt into the record store grabbing the new Iron Maiden album for Eddie knowing he’s been wanting it for quite some time. Gareth finding all he was looking for “so what else did you get him for graduation?” You smirk at him “well… I was gonna keep this a complete secret but since I know you’re good at not spilling the beans I’ll tell you since it involves us all.. so I have an account from when mom passed I haven’t touched a red cent at all I have it for future decisions but I wanted to splurge a little so I went ahead & got us all tickets to fly out to Detroit for a few days not only to go on a trip but two concerts I got us all tickets to see Kiss & 6 days after that we go see… METALLICA!!” His eyes bug out of his head “I LOVE YOU I LOVE YOU!!” He’s swinging you around the store almost taking out a whole display you’re cracking up. “I love ya too gare bear but remember secret!” He nods like a mad man “my lips are sealed promise.. oh man this is gonna be so fucking cool!!” You both head to check out it’s almost dinner time you’ll have to head back to start cooking sundown isn’t too far away. Hopping in the car you & gareth had a ball & have to try and make time for all your friends from now on.

[msookyspooky]

Fours a Franchise

Part 9

Wordcount: 8,831

"This the place?" You mumbled as you and Randy drove down an old back road near Woodsboro you never even heard of. You weren't at Woodsboro long but you still couldn't believe you had never even heard this old road existed. Especially on all those rides or hangouts years ago!...Well...That is, before Billy and Stu went crazy on everyone. It was definitely off the beaten path with tree lines on either side of the road and no houses.

"Looks like it." Randy replied as he pulled up to an old but long gravel driveway where cars as far as the eye could see lined the yard and a big barn with a few smaller barns surrounding it. Teens coming and going. A 'Stab-a-Thon' banner on the biggest barn with lights and Stab props all over the place.

"Holy shit." You mouthed out as he pulled up and parked in an open area where you couldn't be blocked in. Every teen in Woodsboro had to be here right now!

He shut the car off and told you with a slight smirk. "Yeah, too bad the owners were alive and lived here when we were teens or else parties would've definitely been happening here in the 90's." He lost the smirk and sighed. "Sure, we're gonna do this?"

You huffed, smacking your hands in your lap. "I didn't want to! You're the one that insisted we come here!-"

"Okay, okay!" He exclaimed with a huff. "Alright, we stick together. We find Kirby. We get out...Seems simple enough, right?"

"...And what if Kirby IS the killer? Then what?"

Randy cringed with a shrug. "Well...Wouldn't be the first time someone close to us was the killer. Regardless, we gotta try. Besides I have the feeling we'd be dead at the house if we stayed and this was our only real option anyway."

"Yeah, what was that noise anyways? Could've been a racoon but...Still...I really think we just need to go to the police station and wait it out or say fuck it and drive endlessly tonight!...Something is off about tonight.... It's the final act..."

Randy looked at you with wide eyes and mumbled. "You feel it too? That impending doom feeling?"

"Yeah, I do which is even more of a reason to not fuck around. This shit ends tonight." You checked the bullets in Dewey's revolver he gifted you, making sure it was fully loaded.

Randy whistled. "Okay, glad you're on my team... Time to kick some ass." He gave with a wag of his brows.

You didn't feel good about that but nodded in agreement before you both got out of the car. Looking to hear the music, the dark woods surrounding the lot, the creepy abandoned barns turned Stab fan-mania, the isolation of all the scattered vehicles. You sucked in a shaky breath, gun loaded on your leg and knife in your pocket. It felt like the perfect storm for disaster.

You heard a pop rock type of song blaring and a big bloody photo backdrop as well as red lights inside and Ghostface masks galore.

Randy came up beside you. "Jesus, these kids really went all out. Like fucking Christmas for Horror nerds...Kind of jealous I never thought of this." You slowly turned, giving him a disbelieving look as he huffed out. "What?...This is awesome! You gotta admit it."

You sighed, shaking your head and started moving. A few kids whispered as they saw you but other than that they were too involved in their red cups and the party to give a shit. You and Randy walked around the barn before going in.

"See her?" You whispered.

Randy tsked with a deadpan expression your way. "If I saw her, YN, I'd say it...No, she's inside."

"Oh fine, well let's just go-" You turned and jumped with a yelp, grabbing for the knife in your pocket as another person gasped and stepped back. You groaned and put your knife away when you saw it was Gale.

"Goddamn, what the hell is wrong with you?" Gale huffed out, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.

"What the hell is wrong with me- What is wrong with you?! Sneaking up on us like that!"

Gale scoffed. "Hey, I was going my way and you're in my way. Move it-" She shoved past you both.

"So you're gonna do this alone, huh?" You threw out your arms. "Just stalking around, planting cameras and trying to get your next big gig?"

Gale stopped and turned back to you, shoulders square. "Listen here, YN. I am...I was..." She struggled to get it out. "I miscalculated in my first book, okay?! And I should have pulled out of the court deal, okay, I'll admit it! I was wrong." She leaned forward, whispering harshly to you. "...But I am making sure I get it right this time."

You scowled and shook your head. "Gale...This isn't the way to do it. This is a bad idea and you know it...You're gonna get yourself killed over fame." She turned and you yelled after her. "You're not invincible, Gale! IN FACT, you're being stupid!"

She flipped you both off, putting on a mask and going in.

Randy rolled his eyes. "Forget her. We'll just have to drag her out dead or alive; cavalry to the fucking rescue."

You sighed but nodded. Gale was out of your control now. "Okay...But you better keep that attitude with Kirby too. If she doesn't come with us; we leave regardless. Like, 10 minutes from now max; we get in that car and we drive either out of town. Laws be damned or go to the police station and stay there till sunrise."

He nodded as you both finally walked inside. The music was loud and kids were dancing or talking. It wasn't long before you were spotted by none other than Charlie and Robbie as they handed you both red cups.

Charlie smiled. "YN! Randy!...I see you found our little shindig. Whaddya think?"

Robbie put an arm around Randy with that geadset on blinking in Randy's face."Isn't it perfect?"

Randy glared at him and moved away from Robbie. "Great, kid. It's a pretty decent party for an old timer like me."

Robbie tilted his head with a chuckle. "Oh come on, we were just joking!...How uh...How did you find this anyways? Just curious."

"We're looking for Kirby. Have you seen her?" You cut him off.

They shook their heads with goofy looks on their faces and you knew they were lying. Just not wanting Kirby to leave for whatever reason.

You grabbed Randy, shoving your cup on the table and leaving. "Come on, Randy."

"Yeah, let's go. Wouldn't wanna cramp you kids' style or anything!" Randy jeered over his shoulder before mumbling. "Little assholes."

He went to drink and you smacked the cup outta his hand. "DON'T. I don't trust them one bit not to drug us or something."

His eyes widened in realization. "Holy shit...You actually knew a horror rule before I did! I feel like you need a golden star sticker on your forehead or something." He joked with a smirk.

"...Let's just try and spot Kirby." You huffed, both of you reaching the corner of the barn as you felt anxiety hitting. The noise, crowd, everyone in a Ghostface mask. You felt like a caged animal and wanted OUT. "Ray, can't you call her or something?!"

"I don't have her number."

"Look her up on facebook or something! Message her."

Randy looked at you with wide eyes. "Damn smarty pants, got it!" He went to get his phone and furiously felt his pockets. "Fuck."

"What?"

"My phone's missing!"

"Did you leave it in the car??"

"No, negative. I definitely had it when we walked in. Shit."

You nodded and got your phone out. "Alright, let's not panic. I'll just call it. If you got it on silent, I swear to God-" You dialed Randy's number, seeing if you could hear it but couldn't over everyone talking and the music.

Randy ran a hand over his hair. "YN, we gotta find it! I don't have a password or anything and my wife is on there! What if the killer gets it and-"

You put a hand on his shoulder. "Okay, okay, breathe. It'll be alright...We'll find it."

"Find what?"

You both turn to see Kirby. A red cup in hand as she smiled. "About time you guys made it here. I was beginning to think you all were gonna stay home."

You breathed a sigh of relief. "Kirby, we came here to get you."

She came closer with an odd look. "Me? Why?"

Randy huffed. "Why? Kid, because this is act 3. The killers are gonna strike at this party and you need to get out of here."

She rolled her lips but you chimed in as you told her. "I'm so serious, Kirby. We've been through this 3 times now...Multiple people in your circle or ours are dying tonight especially at this party. Just please, let's go. We can all go back home, you can stay with Jill or go to the police station with us but we need to get the fuck out of here."

She stared a moment, seeing how serious you both were before nodding. You smiled in relief as she nodded. "Okay...Okay, whatever. This party is lame anyways and the movie hasn't even started. Besides, fucking Trevor won't leave me alone. He keeps hounding me for info on Jill."

"Stay away from him." Randy warned. "He is my number one suspect other than either someone on Dewey's police force or Charlie and Robbie."

Kirby smirked. "So, four contenders then?" You all went to walk.

"Looks like it. One problem." You told her. "Randy dropped his phone somewhere in the barn...I say he just leaves it and gets it shut off by the phone company or something." You grumbled.

Randy huffed with an eyeroll. "I will IF I can't find it. 5 minutes of searching and then we'll go."

Kirby nodded. "I can help with that."

They walked ahead of you and you gasped when someone's shoulder clipped yours. You both locked eyes on each other, time slowing down as you saw those impossibly dark eyes widen in surprise as he saw you. He had on a leather jacket and his hair back a bit like what he had in High School. He instantly grabbed you and dragged you close to him, back facing Randy as he hissed out. "You dumbass, what the fuck are you doing here?!"

You spat out low with the same outrage on your face as well. "Firstly dickhead, what the fuck are you doing here?! Is Stu-"

"Shh! Yes, now get out! We have a suspect and we're watching him and we don't need you getting in the goddamn way."

"Who?"

Billy exhaled through his nostril, lips in a thin line. "...Not here. I don't want to say it here where he's probably got a rat listening in."

"I can't leave Randy!"

"It'll only take a moment! As long as Meek Geek stays in the center of the barn with that girl there; he's fine."

You looked back to see him and Kirby talking while looking. In the lights where a killer would have to be stupid to attack him. Billy turned so a barn pillar obscured him as you shouted to Randy. "I gotta go find Gale real quick!"

Randy exclaimed. "What?! I'll go-"

"No, stay with Kirby! I'm the most armed, I'll be fine! Be back in 5."

You hated lying but you needed to know this new killer so you could end this before they ended you or someone you cared about. To your surprise, Billy grabbed your jacket sleeve near your wrist to lead you out of the crowd.

Randy threw up his arms in exasperation as you left...His brows furrowed as he caught a glimpse of the man you were with. Realization dawned on him as not only a bit of anger over you lying seeped in but that deep anxious thought that Dewey shoved into his brain earlier...Who was this man you were clearly seeing? Why was it a secret?

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Billy took you outside where Stu stood near a barn in the dark, a surprised look on his face as he exclaimed. "Sweetcheeks! Whaddya doing here?!"

Billy finally let go of your sleeve as you told them. "Kirby Reed. Me and Randy came here to get Kirby and get out...We heard something at Randy's house and had to come here."

Stu scoffed with a comical look on his face. "You risked your life for some teenage girl that's probably dead meat anyways?"

You glared. "You don't know that and she's like a little sister to Randy, okay!? Now we're just looking for Randy's phone that somehow fell out of his pocket."

Billy shook his head, arms folded. "Killer did it. Can guarantee it. It's a trap and you idiots are falling for it."

You nod before you swore you saw Gale and ducked, shoving them both to the nearby smaller barn. "I get that but first; We can't talk in the open like this!"

They agreed as you went to a smaller barn where you all were greeted by a teen couple doing it on a hay bale. You blinked in surprise and Stu chuckled.

Billy rolled his eyes and ordered them. "Alright, get out. Go fuck in the car or something."

The teen guy got off the girl. "Or what, asshole? You gonna do something?"

Billy got that deadly smirk on his face and you instantly grabbed the girl and shoved her out as she yelped and tried putting her pants back on. "Get the hell out of here! Now." You demanded, trying to save these stupid kids lives from two serial killers.

The guy still stood tall glaring at Billy like he had a death wish. "Or what? You can't hit me, I'm 17! I'm a minor! I can hit you though-" He reeled his arm back.

The hit never came as he gasped from Stu picked him up by the shirt collar and dragging him with a smirk. Walking him like a dog out the barn as the guy was struggling to keep up.

"Nah, that's just a minor offense, bitch." Before tossing the kid out and seeing him roll a few feet on the grass before shutting the door. You gave him a look, trying not to smirk as he threw his hands up. "What? We're alone now, aren't we?" He shoved a heavy metal container at the door so it would take a harsh shove to open it.

Billy smirked a bit before getting serious again. Looking at your face. His brows furrowed as he pointed at your cheek. "...That from an attack by this new killer?"

You touched the bruise on your face as Stu whistled. "Yeah, babe. Did the killer give you that shiner or do I gotta kick Randy's ass?"

You huffed with an eye roll.. "Please, Ray would never...No, someone's Mom did this; believe it or not. An angry mob of parents formed outside the school today wanting to attack me because where I go, the killer goes. Everyone would be fine if I was dead at this point because to them that means no more kills. No more Final Girl; no more Ghostface. "

Billy huffed. "That's...Damn." He didn't seem to know what to say.

You lightly glared at him. "You should be elated, Billy. Isn't this what you wanted? If I don't die then I have my life ruined. Can't even go outside without someone threatening me."

He faltered, eyes narrowed as he frowned but said nothing. You shook his head and told you. "Let's get to the fucking point. Some kid named Trevor Sheldon is definitely Ghostface. He's been stalking around here, stalking near Randy's house. It's obviously him...Kill him, we'll be home free."

You rolled your eyes. "Not saying he ISN'T the killer but he's not stalking Randy's house. He's stalking the Neighbors; Jill Roberts."

He raised a brow and Stu leaned against a pillar with a perplexed look on his face as he asked. "Jill? Who the hell is that?"

"A teen girl that's friends with Kirby, Charlie, Robbie and that Olivia who got killed. She's apart of this new group that we think might be the targets. Trevor is her ex."

Stu mumbled. "Still Suspicious. It's always the boyfriends." He gave with a smirk.

You hummed a bit. "... Something feels deeper than that. If it is Trevor, he has help...Randy thinks it's Charlie and Robbie; the film nerds that hosted this party. Anyone who hosts a party during the final act is suspicious." You pointed at Stu who grinned.

Stu chuckled. "Guilty. It was a real Scream too, huh baby?"

You lightly glared at him before turning to Billy. "I think we're dealing with a Franchise like Randy says-"

Billy rolled his eyes and interrupted. "Who cares? Just tell us the suspects already."

You huffed but listed on your finger tips. "Trevor Sheldon...Charlie Walker and Robbie Mercer...Judy Hicks."

Stu raised a brow." Judy?...Judy Hicks?...She sounds familiar."

"She apparently went to school with us and now she's a deputy here in Woodsboro. "

Billy huffed in mild amusement. "A cop as the killer? That's a first. But if she knew us in school, she's definitely a suspect. That actress in Hollywood all over again."

"Yeah well, it's 2011. The most outrageous ideas don't seem too crazy anymore and you're right; she has the motivation."

Billy shook his head, going to say something when the barn door opened. You all jumped as you heard someone shove the metal container away with force. Clearly determined to get inside...They went to hide in the barn till whoever kicked it. They knew you were in there and determined to get in. You all got on alert, thinking the killer was ballsy enough to do it. Billy and Stu hid in opposite direction.

...

Time slowed, your heart thumping in your ears as you felt your face twist in horror. The voice made your heart drop to your stomach and a chill ran down your spine...

"Okay, YN. I found my phone so let's go!" Randy scowled as he stood in the doorway. Throwing his arms up with a bewildered look. "What the hell are you doing out here for?"

You swallowed hard, trying to look calm. "Looking for Gale, she's not here...So we can go."

You went to go to the door before asking him with an odd look. "Why the fuck are you practically kicking the door down to get in for anyways? I could've shot you thinking you were the killer!"

Randy gave you an annoyed look before sighing heavily and closing the door behind him as you raised a brow.

You asked. "...What are you doing? We need to leave."

"No, first we need to talk. This place seems safe enough I guess..." He was struggling more than Stu but still putting that metal container in front of the door. Ge stood back up fully and frowned. "I barged in because I'm irked right now, YN...I'm disappointed and pissed and a little hurt, honestly. You're lying to me...Gale's not here and you knew that...You're not looking for Gale, are you?" He folded his arms with a raised brow.

You stared trying so hard to keep your nerves in check. "W-What?" You forced yourself not to look at Billy behind the hay bale and Stu behind the pillar. "Lying?"

"Yeah, lying!...YN..." He sighed again, seeming to dread it himself before gesturing to you with a glare. "Look...I didn't want to bring it up but I'm kind of bothered by it more than I thought. Especially with you lying to me AGAIN at a time like thid!"

"Again?!...What are you talking about, Randy?"

"...Dewey showed me the photo... I know."

"Ph-Photo?" You drew out, genuinely confused but getting a bit nervous.

"Yeah...There's no easy way to say it but apparently, you lied to us a decade ago and you're lying to us now." You felt a sweat break out on your palms and a chill down your back as he continued. "Dewey found a picture of you with two men in your motel room at the crime scene where Neil was staying. Now I told him it's none of our business and it's not! But now he has evidence you went and saw these same men last night...You snuck out while I was gone and lied to me about it."

You barely heard him, your ears were ringing and your body was frozen in place.

"Now, why lie? Especially for a whole decade! Look, if these guys are booty calls or you're in some brother husband poly type of thing or they deal you drugs or something; you don't need to hide it! You could've gotten hurt! I just can't imagine you hiding these guys from us unless they're bad news or you're that scared of how we'd react which kind of sucks. Just...Just tell me the truth."

You swallowed, brain still stuck on the factor that could ruin everything as you mumble, "Dewey...Has evidence?"

"Yeah, he does. No more lying, okay? Just be real with me right now."

"T-T-Theyre my...The ones a mechanic and the other is um a friend-"

Randy gave you a disappointed look. "And you're lying again...I thought it was crazy but...That guy is Dennis Rafkin, isn't he? You hooked up with that actor on Stab 3. He's uncanny in the picture and it would explain why you acted weird watching Scooby Doo the other night."

You couldn't keep a pokerface at that and you knew Stu was probably sweating bullets too...Randy knew too much. What do you do? What do you say?

Randy pouted a bit. "And the other guy? Is he really your mechanic that you keep calling?...Or is that a lie too?" His eyes widen in realization. "...He's hiding in here, isn't he? HEY! HEY, COME OUT! I'M SERIOUS! WE CAN MEET AND GET THIS OVER WITH AND MOVE ON WITH MORE IMPORTANT SHIT AT HAND HERE!" He yelled out so the 'mystery man' could hear.

You shhed him, panicking now. Because Billy and Stu WERE nuts enough to pop out just to kill him. You couldn't contain the panic. "RANDY! What I do is none of anyone's fucking business and...Even though I DIDN'T do that; what if I decided to met a fling out here for some quick bang?!"

"Uuh...BECAUSE THE RULES, STUPID! I have nothing against comfort sex but not right fucking now when a killer is on the loose! My God, what if he's the killer? Ever think of that? You making us worry by getting some in the barn with a potential suspect?...I DON'T CARE IF YOU HEAR IT BY THE WAY, BUDDY! You're a SUSPECT!!" He yelled out with a sneer.

"Randy, just...Stop! Okay, you have your life here in Woodsboro and I have mine. I'm sorry for lying and I'll tell you one day but not right now...But no one is here! I didn't meet a guy here, damn it!" You couldn't help getting angry out of blind panic taking over you. You wanted him out of this barn..NOW. "Goddamn it, let's just go, okay?! We can argue in the safety of the car."

Randy glared before giving a condescending smirk. "Okay, FINE! Even though you're lying again and I SAW you walk out here with him! God, do you think I'm dumb or-" He turned before he tripped over a pitchfork on the ground. You saw it was near Stu who tried to move away but hit a lantern hanging off the pillar. Randy saw him, huffing in anger, clearly thinking he was just some guy or Dennis till his eyes traveled up with Stu having nowhere to go.

You froze...You saw it on Randy's face. 'Dennis' with the Shaggy voice and long hair or wig or whatever could be dismissed...But...Stu's hair, clothing style, his looks...Up close...Randy knew. He knew that wasn't 'Dennis' or just some guy and you felt like your heart was just gonna stop beating.

You all just stood there. Wide eyed, staring at each other. Everyone held their breath as the worst possible thing other than death could happen...You finally all got caught. Billy and Stu tried to hide but it was too late. You all were so careful for so long but you were finally caught. Not only that, but you were caught by an original survivor to Woodsboro. A guy that knew Stu and Billy from childhood practically ... Your mind was racing.

"Oh fuck...fuck...No fucking way-" He mumbled in shock.

You tried stammering out. "I-I-It's Dennis that actor, okay?! You were right, Randy! You were right! I'm sorry!-" You were babbling now, trying to find a way to fix this.

Randy's eyes were saucer plates. Stu just HAD to be Stu. Giving a cringe of a grin. His mannerisms very very Stu Macher. His smile, his teeth, his facial expression...Even without talking; Randy knew.

Stu spoke in that cheesy fake Australian accent, moving forward to try and defuse the situation. "Hey there, mate. Just wait a-" His knee hit the pillar as he moved and hissed out in his normal voice. "Ow, shit man!"

Randy's face widened in horror as he yelled, "OH FUCK!!" Going to run to the door when Stu grabbed him by the collar and dragged him back. Shoving him against the pillar he hid at.

Stu had a sadistic smirk on his face as he told him. "Hold on there, Ray! Let's chat, for old times sakes, pal! It's been 15 years, man." While shoving Randy against the pillar while Billy came out of hiding with a dark look in his eyes.

You instantly whipped your gun out, pointing at Stu as your hand shook with adrenaline. "Let him go! NOW!"

Randy looked white as a ghost when he heard the other voice behind Stu. "He saw our faces, he knows we're alive, I say we have no choice now but to kill him." Billy leered before smirking. "This was a long time coming, Randy. You got lucky with the first shot I gave you...My mistake, kid." As he got his knife out of his jean pocket, twirling the hunting knife in his hand like an expert at this point.

You aimed your gun at Billy as he looked offended before a dark look crossed his face. "You got one pass at Windsor, you aren't getting that pass ever again YN!"

"Yeah? And you're not making threats on our lives, Billy!" You spat out his name accidentally. Cursing under your breath realizing it was all far too late to hide now. You glared right back at him and yelled in a more urgent voice at Stu. "Goddamn it, I said drop him! NOW, Stu!! DROP HIM OR ELSE I SHOOT AND DRAW A LOT OF ATTENTION TO US!"

Stu let him go with a grin, literally dropping Randy like a sack of potatoes and stepping away. Stu and Billy begrudgingly stood back.

Randy stood up, fear and shock on his face as you got closer to him. "Ray...Randy, listen to me." You went to touch his shoulder and he jerked away from you in outrage...Hurt, anger, betrayal, shock all written on his face.

"You..." He shook his head still trying to process all this.

"Ray...Randy, come on. They won't hurt you if I'm here, let's just talk, okay? It's okay!" You tried reasoning. Whether to yourself or him was debatable.

"You...You fucking lied. All these years...All these years you've been fucking lying to everyone!" He growled out with a heavy voice as he backed away, grabbing the nearby pitchfork on the ground as a weapon. "All this time, you were hiding them! All this fucking time!"

Billy and Stu seemed amused by this. Their sadism to this made you grit your teeth as you told Randy, your voice heavy as well. "Randy, I didn't! I swear!"

"Then what the fuck is this?!...Oh my God...Oh my fucking God-" He looked faint, sick, like the worst news he could ever hear was told to him and punched him in the gut with the hurt of it all. That his closest friend was what everyone said she was, that she lied.

"...All this time. All this fucking time." He mumbled, covering his mouth with wide eyes while looking away.

"Randy-"

"And...At Hollywood...The photo was them! The other night was them!...Windsor? Oh Jesus Christ...Jesus Chrriisstt!" He looked ready to have a breakdown as he yelled it out.

You felt burning in your throat as you softly told him. "Randy...No. Not Windsor."

He shook his head with a pained look and wide eyes. "And when we dated...A-And I thought your feelings were occupied with Derek and that's why you seemed distant and I wanted to just be friends when really...I was right and your feelings were for....Oh, God I think I'm gonna be sick." He clutched his stomach supporting his weight on the pitchfork. Utter shock and devastation on his face.

"Ray, just calm down a second-"

He jerked around to yell at you. "Don't tell me to be calm about this, YN! You've been lying for 15 fucking years! Our whole 'friendship' you hid this from me and you want me to be calm?! You've been lying since the beginning!"

"It has NOT been 15 years!" You desperately yelled back.

"The hell it hasn't!" His voice was deeper than normal, so distraught over the information bombarding him...He looked up at you with a devastated glare. "...You were in on it, weren't you? Gale was right...You helped them. You..You helped kill our friends." I growled out, teeth geitted and pain on his face.

"No, no listen!" You held up a hand with wide eyes and a deep frown on your face. Feeling like you might cry with your eyes burning. "I did not lie at Woodsboro, okay? I swear to God! I swear on my life, on anything, I did not lie to you about Woodsboro! I didn't kill our friends! I didn't help them!...Randy, you know me. Please, you know me." You felt your voice cracking, tears in your eyes over how one of the few people you had in life was looking at you now.

He huffed and shook his head, putting a hand over his mouth before narrowing his eyes. "Oh, okay...The liar claims she didn't help them. So when EXACTLY did you start hiding the fact YOUR FRIENDS MURDERERS ARE ALIVE?!" He shouted.

Stu huffed. "So dramatic-"

"STOP!" You screamed at him behind your shoulder, gun still in hand as he and Billy looked a bit shocked at that. "Can't you give me the most basic human decency of letting me talk to him without your smartass remarks?! Just this once?!" You felt the tears starting to form in your eyes as you felt backed in a corner.

They both stared in surprise but said nothing. Faces souring as you turned back to Randy.

Randy gritted his teeth and forced it out again. "How...Long?"

You stared at Randy, cringing inwardly at the number you had to say. "...10 years."

"...10 freaking years." He repeated in disbelief huffing with his brows up and a bitter smirk on his face.

You looked down with a hard swallow and a frown. "...Technically, 13...If...We're counting how long I knew they were alive..."

He threw up his arm and walked away from you with the pitchfork in one hand and a hand over his head. Close to breaking down. "Wowww...Fucking wow."

"I tried telling you at Windsor but you didn't believe me! I tried to fucking tell you all!"

Randy shook his head. "Oh, so I didn't believe you one time and you just decide to never mention it again?!...And they're here, and you're meeting up with them, and talking to them!"

You rushed over to him to talk to him closer, keeping a foot of distance no matter how much you wanted to hug him and beg him for forgiveness as your best friend. "Listen to me Randy. When you confessed to me at Windsor behind the building, you know, before you were attacked? I wasn't lying! I was attacked by them and I wanted them caught!...But...After that night, Stu helped me and Billy left and things just...Changed."

He shook his head with scrunched brows. "W-What? That doesn't even make any-" His face fell in realization as he pointed at you. "...It was them, wasn't it? Tim and James were fucking Billy Loomis and Stu Macher; you were fighting them on that stage and they killed Derek and-"

"No!...No. " You held up a hand trying so hard to tell the truth while keeping him from exploding. "Mickey and Halie and Billy's Mom killed that couple at the theater and Cici and Derek, Mrs. Loomis attacked you and me, Halie killed Louis and Murphy. Billy and Stu killed no one that time-"

Randy's face contorted in an outraged smile that faded as soon as it came. "OH! Oh, so they got a pass then, huh? He was probably helping his fucking Mom!"

"Randy." Billy growled out his name in warning as Randy stiffened and you could see the fear he had for Billy and Stu clear as day. Billy continued, taking a few steps forward with a menacing glare. "...I wasn't involved with helping my Mom. She didn't even know I was alive. Just so we don't have a damn blood bath here to rival Texas Chainsaw Massacre; keep my Mom's name out of your fucking mouth."

You quickly ignored Billy, urgently telling Randy. "They didn't kill anyone at Windsor and they let us go. I couldn't call the cops after that!"

Randy glared back at you. "No, you let them go and called Gale a liar! All because they didn't kill anyone THAT time?...Is that what you're telling me right now?"

"Because Gale was a liar! I didn't help them, okay?! I NEVER helped them kill! I had to let them go. Ray, you know how dangerous they are!"

Billy and Stu nodded with smirks, not seeming too empathetic of this situation. Taking your comment as a compliment while watching.

You continued. "So, why would I risk getting killed to get them caught? They were long gone, Police would have never found them, they already almost assaulted me behind stage and Gale was itching to get leverage to put me away-"

"So, you did this for yourself? Is that it? Just so you won't get caught up in a scandal?" He had disgust and anger on his face.

"No!" You shook your head and felt your heart shatter. "How can you fucking say that? Do you have any idea what I did after I saw you getting wheeled away in that ambulance?... Do you know I took a knife and hunted them down and tried to kill them because I thought they were the ones to do that to you? I did this for us, Ray! You were in a coma on life support in the hospital. I wasn't risking getting the police involved so they could get revenge by sneaking into the hospital and taking you from me! I'd never forgive myself!" You felt tears pricking your eyes and slowly rolling down your face as he stared at you.

Randy seemed hurt by that, faltering with a frown before shaking his head with a glare once more. "Okay...So, you lied and acted like they didn't exist. You let me and Dewey believe that too...You hid their existence from us since Windsor."

"...Yes." You shook your head, voice heavy. "Okay, yes! I did!...I'm so sorry. I thought I was doing the right thing, I'm sorry!"

You caught a glimpse of their expression by accident as Randy kept pacing and you turned your head to follow him...Seeing you cry made Stu look..Surprised and even Billy seemed to have a poker face but his brows furrowed.

"So, how long have you been in contact, huh? Because you LOOK like you're in a fucking relationship with them like everyone said you were-"

"STOP." You snapped, voice cracking. "I am NOT with them, okay?! Do you think I'd do that?! What Gale said was a lie! I was not in a relationship with them behind Sid or Tatum's back at Woodsboro and I was trying to get them caught at Windsor when I realized they were alive."

Randy threw up his hands. Both of you were so heated its like Billy and Stu weren't there as Randy demanded. "So what is it? Why? Why are you talking to two guys that killed your best friends and tried to kill you?"

"I...Stu was persistent after not wanting to kill me after Windsor and...I...I needed the company, okay? Is that what you want to hear?. After Gale did what she did, I only saw you and Dewey here and there with this GIANT secret I hid to protect you both! Stu saw the worst parts of me and didn't care...I needed that after the fucking Court case and he forced his way into my life anyways! I didn't have much of a choice so might as well make the best of it. And Billy? He didn't come after me anymore after Windsor so we said fuck it and called a truce. That's all! I haven't seen either one in over a decade, Randy! Not until the last night or two!"

"Hold on! 10 years?...Windsor wasn't 10 years ago...But that photo sure was." He pointed an accusing finger your way and you deflated.

You sniffed and drew out. "...We all...They stayed with me in Hollywood and we helped take down Roman and Neil."

"Are you fucking kidding me?...Listen here, YN. Maybe you see some bullshit 'my hero' crap towards them for killing James who was abusing you and that probably was the only semi decent thing they ever did or maybe Stu just whispered the right bullshit in your ear and Billy lied through his teeth to you but they are MURDERERS. They killed your best friends! Sidney...They killed her in front of you. They tried to sexually assault you in the theater, at least, that's what you told me. They tried to kill you AGAIN. They made me hate you for 2 years till I saw you at Windsor but we still won't get our senior year back we could have had together because I couldn't rationalize how you could save Billy fucking Loomis over her... They took Dewey's little sister away, dangled her in the garage like a bloody piece of meat on a hook. They ruined our FUCKING LIVES, YN!!" He screeched, voice cracking as he hung his head again and leaned against the pillar.

You frowned, lip quivering. "Randy, I-I know that. I swear not a day goes by that I don't think it but it was better to let them go and let them get caught on their own. Okay, there were no attacks from them after that because of what I did! I haven't talked to them in a decade till I came back here and these new murders happened...They're not involved."

"That's what you think-"

"No, I know. I know for a fact because..."

He jerked and glared up at you with tears still in his eyes. "...WHAT?"

You sucked in a shaky breath. "...Because...At Hollywood...The reason Neil targeted us was because he knew. He knew I let them go at Windsor and he wanted revenge. That was the entire reason he attacked us...It's why they were staying in my motel. They had ample opportunity to kill me but didn't and vice versa...We made a pact to kill any new Ghostface killers if they showed up since then for our own safety so the secret doesn't get out."

"...And how did he know?" Randy demanded, still not looking at you.

"What?" You asked with a confused face.

"Where was his evidence? HOW did he know that they were alive and you were hiding them, YN?"

"I-I don't-"

"Don't lie to me." He growled out before you heard the tremor in his voice. "Don't...Lie."

You almost lied but the more you lied, the more you dug a hole. You wanted to tell him everything and pray one day he'd understand...So you were. There was no going back now.

"...Because he tracked down Stu through Roman...And then me through Stu because...Because Stu was staying at my house and he saw it." You gave, forcing it out. "He found me through following Stu. That's how he found out where I lived."

Randy slammed his hand against the pillar with enough force to break his wrist or hand. He quickly tried rushing away to the door and you chased after him. "Ray, please!"

"DON'T!" He yelled, shoulders stiff. "Don't fucking call me that."

You felt your heart sink so low as you shook. Terrified at what he was about to say before a voice ran out behind you.

"Or what, RAY?" Stu jeered finally after probably struggling to stay quiet. Jead tilted with his brows raised. Randy slowly looked over his shoulder and clenched his fist as Stu continued with a smirk. "It's true. I was at her house."

You looked at Stu with you knew were tears streaming down your face, silently begging him not to lie and build up something that wasn't there just to get a reaction.

Stu stared back at you before sighing and saying. "...And nothing happened. YN was beyond generous and probably because she was scared to death of me hurting her or killing you and Dewey. I kind of threatened her if she didn't let me crash once in a while...You don't know the full story, man. She wasn't helping us. She was trying to keep you and herself from getting killed." Randy glared at him as he continued. "Man, just...Don't take this out on her. I twisted her arm behind her back, okay? She didn't have a choice. She didn't have choice in Ohio, she didn't have a choice in between that and Hollywood...The only choice she had was after Hollywood and she didn't call me for 10 freaking years."

Randy sneered at him. "Yeah?...She still lied. She hid this for years, doesn't matter the years, it was years..." He looked at you. Blue eyes were boring into you even in the dim lighting of the barn. "...I trusted you all these years. We all did! I defended you for years just to find out there was truth to it. Even if Gale wasn't completely accurate, she had it right...You lied about everything..." He looked away with a pained expression. "We're done."

You stared, feeling something in you break. "...What?"

"We're done. I don't want you in my life after this...I don't want you near my kids...If you can hide this, I just...I don't know who you are anymore. I can't trust you. I can't even trust that what your saying is true...You're selfish YN. You did this to save yourself. "

You stared in shock, he went to leave and to your even greater shock, you heard Billy scoff loudly.

"Are you fucking kidding me?"

Randy looked back with his shoulders squared as Billy stepped forward. If anything, he was more intimidating now then as a teen as he berated Randy on your behalf which had you...Lost for words. Stu was surprising but this was shocking to say the least.

"This...Woman has saved your cowardly ass and Doofus and Reporter Barbie's lives more times than any of you fucking dunderheads could've ever done! You all think you'd be alive if it wasn't for her?!" He stood beside you, jaw clenched as he pointed at you. "This crazy bitch threatened me with a knife when she thought I had attacked you. Okay, she hunted us down to threaten us. US and she didn't care. THAT is the type of girl she is...All for you. She would defend any of you! She's only risking her life at this fucking barn party for you, you dipshit! She would probably jump in front of a train if it meant saving you or your kids, she has risked her life so many times to save yours and your gonna throw her aside because she lied trying to save your ass?"

You were shocked...Completely shocked of all the people, Billy was defending you...He was actually defending you.

Randy turned around fully. Rage on his face as his jaw ticked and his lips formed a thin line.

Billy stared him down, continuing after releasing a huff. "Ya know what?...She deserves better than you, better than Sheriff Riley as scary as that title is, definitely better than that twat Gale...She deserves better. I couldn't be so goddamn lucky to have someone like her in my ballpark like she is for you...What?" Billy gave a disbelieving smirk. "Was Sidney that worth it? Huh? She didn't even know you existed, Geek! You were a lost puppy following her around. The loser she didn't even pay attention to! She talked to you because she felt sorry for you. Do you think she'd hang onto your death like you have her's? HUH?!" Billy demanded. "Tossing a friendship with this one that for whatever reason actually interacts with you for some dead chick that didn't know you existed?! Sidney wasn't your best friend, she was the girl you were never gonna have and you fucking know it! Trust me...I had that. Wasn't that special."

Stu chimed in.."No shit, Sid was hot but she wasn't all that...Dumping YN? Now, you need your head examined for that one." 

"Shut the fuck up...Shut the fuck up, Loomis. Both of you. You don't get to talk about what happened. You ruined our lives, you sick fucks." Randy hissed out in both rage and fear.

You were still shocked, trying to process all this. You should be snapping at Billy and Stu but you were too shocked to do so.

Stu grinned darkly as Billy snickered and told him. "Make me, Geek. Aww...Boo hoo. She's dead and I gave you a bullet wound which is the only interesting thing about you. Get over it. Because I'm here...And she's not. And it's staying that way."

Randy sneered at Billy. "I have a wife I adore, okay? This has nothing to do with Sidney or Highschool drama bullshit. This has everything to do with you being an annoying thorn in my side and ruining Dewey and YN's lives! She can't even live life because of you and Dewey lost his baby sister!"

Billy huffed. "Tough. Because ya know what? I don't care...You all deserved it." Billy had that dark, challenging look in his eyes and you knew he was baiting Randy.

You jumped. Randy charged at Billy. All those years of rage and hurt building up as he raised the pitchfork that Billy easily swatted aside and shoved Randy against the pillar. Knife at his throat as Stu quickly cornered him as well. You snapped out of it, cocking the hammer back and pressing the gun at Billy. "Let him go! He didn't mean it!"

Billy raised his brows at Randy who jerked and struggled against him in rage. "Deja vu, huh? You're a lot stronger than you were at the lockers that day." He gritted out as he shoved Randy harder. Making him hit his head and falter a moment.

Stu laughed a bit. "Well shit...Look who's balls finally dropped."

Billy chuckled as well, a dark look in his eyes. "Yeah...Too bad it was at the wrong time."

"LET HIM GO OR I SHOOT!"

Billy gave you an annoyed glare. "You're gonna shoot me over him? The guy that's tossing you aside?"

"He's my best friend, Billy! You don't need to like me, I know you don't. But if you respect me, even as an enemy...You'll let him go...Please...Please...If you have any respect for me at all." You felt your resolve finally crack after all these years. Finally admitting it. "I don't want to kill you...I don't want you dead, Billy. But I can't let you hurt my friend."

Billy slowly looked at you...Finally, some shock on his own face at the realization. Randy used the opportunity to shove away and bolt for the door. They went to run after him and you intercepted the gun in their faces. "DON'T! Just because I don't want you dead doesn't mean I won't shoot if I have to!"

They glared at you. Stu yelling. "He's gonna rat us out!"

"And I'll deal with it, now back off!" You yelled back.

Stu relenting first with an eye roll as Billy huffed and backed down for now. You ran after Randy and so did Billy and Stu.

"Ray!" You called out desperately.

"Stop! Don't follow me...Just don't. I can't even look at you right now." Randy didn't even spare you a glance as he stalked to the main barn. His voice cold and his shoulders square.

You faltered, standing outside the barn with nothing but utter devastation. What do you do?...What can you do?" You sucked in a breath, pain on your face as you saw your best friend leave knowing...Nothing would be the same ever again. He went to the main barn and you could do nothing about it. His friendship, your friendship with Karla, your relationship with your God kids...It was all gone just like that.

You felt a hand on your shoulder, turning to see Stu looking down at you...He looked genuinely remorseful as he tsked and gave you a thin lip frown. He pulled you into a hug before you could think, sighing heavily against you. "Damn...I'm sorry, girl...I really am."

Despite yourself...You gripped onto him. Feeling your face screw up into a quiet sob. He gripped you tightly...It was the first true hug like this you had in entirely too long as he held you close...It was like at the cemetery all those years ago only this time you were the one that needed that embrace.

You allowed it for a moment before hearing Billy clear his throat. A frown on his face with his arms crossed. "...We gotta go. Randy is gonna inform Dewey..."

You nodded and gently pushed Stu. "Go on. Both of you get out of here."

They looked at you in confusion as Stu mumbled. "And you-"

"No, Stu. It's my word against Randy's. Just...Get out. Escape. I'll deal with whatever happens."

Billy stared at you with some newfound respect in his eyes. "You'd take the fall for us?...Don't be stupid. People will hate you, Gale is gonna have a field day, you'll lose your house...You might even lose your life."

"Just go! Damn it, go." You screwed your eyes shut and ran a hand over your face at how bad this was. How awful this was.

Stu protested. "We can't leave you here alone with the killer! Are you freaking loco or something?!"

"Stu!...Go. I'll be okay...If not...Well, at least you both got away. You are two terrible, horrible, low down monsters. Randy's right, you ruined so many lives but...I don't know your lives now but...Go home. The killer doesn't seem to even know you're here so go home and forget me and Woodsboro exist...If I go, they'll find me and it'll lead me back to both of you. Just get out of here...And...Thanks for defending me..." You almost whispered that last part with a hopeless sad smile.b

Stu shook his head, panic and outrage on his face. "No, fuck that! I'm not letting you get killed or sent to prison after everything all because you didn't let us kill Randy! Fuck that!"

Billy tugged at his sleeve. "Come on, Stu-"

He jerked his arm away. "No! She has no one now, you heartless prick! She needs us!"

Your heart broke at his words as you closed your eyes.

Billy had more emotional understanding and maturity than Stu but Stu tried. He frowned but tugged at Stu. "We can't help her in prison...We gotta get out before cops come and we'll figure this out afterwards. " He looked at you with a firm nod. "Good luck...Just don't do something stupid because I'm gonna be pissed if someone kills you before me." He offered a slight smirk and you nodded in return.

Billy dragged Stu as Stu reluctantly went. Watching you the whole time as you stood there near the barn. Leaning your head back to look at the night sky with tears streaming down your face and a choked sob trying to come out...You quickly wiped your tears. Knowing now wasn't the time. You needed to think. You needed to make it look like Randy was confused. You needed to get away and find Randy and hopefully he'd at least try to hear you out again...Tonight was the Final Act and someone was dying.

[milliesfishes]

Hi!!! I love ur writing! I was wondering if u could write when for some reason reader and billy break up but maybe its a misunderstanding or he did something but they break up but end up getting back together? No rush!!

౨ৎ꣑ৎyou and billy break up (and then get back together)౨ৎ꣑ৎfem reader x billy the kid warning: reader has loss of appetite/has a hard time eating for a period of time

Billy knew that it was hard to be with him.

He knew that being the sweetheart of an outlaw had more than its fair share of difficulties. People talked about such a sweet girl being with such a hardened man, and it took a toll on you. You weren't ashamed to be seen with him in public, but he was always keeping an eye out, wary of the judgmental stares and not so subtle whispers.

Because he knew he didn't deserve you. You were such an angel to him, a sweetheart in every sense of the word. So, he doted on you, spoiled you the best he could. With kisses, cuddles, sweet words, little gifts he'd bring you from the places he came and went. Because he loved you, more than anything. And he was overly concerned with what he thought you needed to have.

Which is why he'd come to the conclusion he was at now, standing in front of you in a dimly lit barn, hat literally in hand.

You were crying, your eyes hopeless as you looked up at him. He felt awful seeing you like this, felt awful that he'd made you cry when you hadn't even done anything wrong.

"I’m sorry baby,” he whispered, his expression somber.

“Why?” you asked quietly, tears pouring down your cheeks. “What happened…what did I do-“

“Nothing.” He cut you off, dropping his hat and going to you. His hands came to your cheeks. “You didn’t do a damn thing wrong. You’re perfect, angel.”

“Then why?” Your words were pathetic in tone, desperate.

He sighed, looking down at you sadly. “I ain’t no good for you darlin’.”

“I don’t care,” you pleaded, holding his wrists. “I love you. I don’t wanna live without you.”

“Baby…” he tilted his head, eyes somber. “I love you too. Love ya more 'n my guns. But I can’t do this to you…’s hard on ya.”

“No it’s not,” you insisted.

“Ya don’t know what you’re sayin’ darlin’,” he shook his head, the weight of all he’d seen in his voice. “One ‘o these days they’re gonna find me ‘n string me up by the neck from the nearest tree. Your heart’s too pure. Can’t put ya through that.”

“There’s no guarantee of that,” you pleaded, tugging on his shirt. “Billy.”

“Sweetheart…” he shook his head firmly and you could see he wasn’t budging.

And so you dissolved into tears.

“‘M sorry baby…’m so sorry,” he brought you to his chest, pressing your face to his chest. “Baby.”

You shook your head, pulling away from his arms, not wanting him to comfort you, not wanting him to see you like this. “Do-on’t.” Your voice broke in the middle of the word, collapsing in a sob.

Billy looked helpless. “Sweetheart?”

You shook your head, turning your back, folding your arms around yourself and whispering, “Just go.”

He felt a little stab in his chest. Unable to do anything else, he nodded, picking up his hat. Before he shut the door behind him, he said, “I’m sorry. I love you.”

And then he was gone.

You pined for him. The only thing you could think of was Billy. Your mood was noticed by your father, who was confused at it. You were usually so happy and vibrant. He didn’t know you’d been seeing Billy of course, or anything that had transpired between you two.

After about three weeks of this, your father sent you out with a few of your friends. He gave you a little money, telling you to get something nice. You knew he was trying to make you smile, so you did, albeit a little sadly.

Your friends were lively, chattering eagerly as they walked arm in arm with you. They were trying to cheer you up, you knew, but you remained solemn, forcing smiles to make them feel better.

They went inside a shop, and you lingered outside, hoping they wouldn’t notice. Luckily for you, they didn’t, and you breathed a sigh of relief.

You leaned against the wall, your head resting against the wood as you looked out at the square. It was bustling as usual, with people coming and going all over the place. You were numb to the energy of it all, a cloudy haze coming over you as you simply watched.

In the three weeks since he'd ended things you hadn't heard a wink from him. You'd avoided town as not to see him, and all but barricaded yourself in your bedroom. You figured the distance would make it easier, but in truth it only made you miss him more.

You didn't sleep. You were hardly eating. It was a miserable existence, missing him.

Looking back at the shop door, you wondered what on earth was taking your friends so long. Or maybe they'd only been in a few minutes. Time was irrelevant to you these days.

"Darlin'?"

Your head turned, and there he was. Tall dark and handsome. Gun at his hip. He looked concerned, but you'd grown so used to that look on people's faces that you hardly batted an eye.

"Billy." You offered him a tired smile.

He looked just short of stunned. You knew you didn't look well, but by the look on his face you would have guessed you were close to death. "Ya doin' okay?"

Shrugging unhelpfully, you said, "Fine."

Billy raised an eyebrow. "You look a long way from fine, pretty."

You pursed your lips and shook your head tiredly. "I don't know what you want me to say." Reaching your hand up, your fingers found the end of your hair, pulled into a loose braid. "It's been hard."

"'S been hard f'me too," he said softly, looking as though he wanted to reach for you. "Sweetheart...I'm gonna ask ya 'gain 'n this time you're gonna be straight with me. Are you doin' okay?"

It was no feat to see that you weren't, but you felt as though he could see the extent of it. He'd always been able to see you so clearly. Billy had only said a few words to you for the first time in weeks, and yet his presence disarmed you. You bit your bottom lip, not wanting to cry in front of him. You'd already done so much crying. So instead of speaking, you simply shook your head.

"Thought so," he said gruffly, moving closer to you. He lifted your chin to look into your eyes, studying your face. "You been eatin' at all honey? Sleepin'?"

Your silence told him everything he needed to know. Instead of waiting for a verbal answer, he nodded and held out his other hand. "C'mon, we're gonna go get ya somethin' to eat."

"No," you shook your head, drawing back from him. "It's okay Billy. I don't..." You didn't want to be a burden. For some reason it embarrassed you, having to be taken care of like a child. Having to be coaxed to eat. It all made you feel unexplainably guilty.

Billy knew his girl, knew you well enough to understand you didn't want to be coddled. At least, not right now. So instead, he kept his hand held out for you. "Why don't we go for a walk, hm? Just you and me."

You hesitated, looking at his hand. It was tempting. You'd missed him so much. On the other hand, he was the one who'd hurt you. Besides, "I can't leave my friends."

"I'll have ya back soon. It'll be alright," he reassured you.

When you looked up at him, his eyes were so earnest, so caring. He nodded, giving you a small smile of encouragement and flexing his hand.

So, you took his hand, and let him guide you. He kissed your fingers, and the two of you walked side by side outside of town. You knew where he was taking you- your special place for when you were feeling overwhelmed or upset. It was the top of a hill, where a tree growing peaches sprouted tall and wide.

Billy sat you down, and set himself beside you, leaning against the trunk. His hand was still holding yours. He looked over at you, just watching you for a moment. Then he ventured to speak. "How've ya been?"

You knew you couldn't lie to him. "It's been really hard," you whispered, looking at the ground.

His brows were knitted, eyes soft as he looked at you like you were disappearing. "You haven't been eatin', have ya?"

Shaking your head, you refused to look at him. Though your appetite had disappeared not of your own volition, you still felt ashamed.

"We gotta get ya somethin'," he squeezed your hand. "Can't have ya wastin' away."

"I can't," you nearly choked out. "I haven't been hungry for so long."

Billy exhaled softly, nodding. Then he looked up at the tree, at the heavy fruit hanging from the branches. "Could ya eat one of these, honey?"

You shrugged hopelessly. He stood up briefly, picking a peach from a low branch. Sitting down beside you, he held it out. "Try it."

The peach was perfect; plump and round and rosy. Any other time it would have tempted you, but you could only stare at it now, willing yourself to want it.

Seeing that you weren't going to just eat it on your own, Billy took a bite himself. "We'll share it. Just try a bite f' me, yeah? It's good."

You looked from him to the peach, your mind running. Maybe just a bite wouldn't hurt? So hesitantly, you took the peach and held it up, looking at him again.

He nodded, giving you a smile. "Go on pretty."

Your teeth sunk into the peach; the juice sweet on your tongue. The fuzzy skin was a comforting texture, and you swallowed your bite. Almost as soon as you did, your stomach growled lightly, accepting the bite and wanting more. Your eyes filled with tears, and one slipped down your cheek.

Immediately, Billy gathered you in his arms, hugging you close and kissing your hair. "Atta girl... did so good...know that was hard...'m so proud of ya..."

You turned in his arms, burrowing into his chest, where you knew it was safe. You'd missed everything about this, missed everything about him.

He rocked you back and forth. "Ya think ya can do another for me? Just a little bite?" Billy took the peach from you and took his own bite.

Nodding, you sat up and did as he asked. The two of you passed the peach back and forth, until there was nothing, but a pit left. You stayed in his arms long after you were done, just savoring the feeling of his arms around you.

He kissed your forehead, arms around your collarbone holding you against his chest. You whispered, "I missed you so bad."

"I know," he breathed, his cheek on the top of your head. "Missed ya too."

The truth of that statement hung in the air. You were both miserable without each other. And you knew he wanted you back, but his thoughts about himself were holding him back.

"I don't care if you think you're going to hurt me," you turned a little to look at him. "You're not a bad man."

He shook his head, exasperated. "Baby-"

"Would a bad man be holding me?" you asked, cutting him off before he could say what you knew he was going to say. "Would a bad man have cared that I haven't eaten or slept very much?"

Billy was quiet, just looking down at you. Finally, he said, "Guess not."

"No. A bad man wouldn't," you said quietly.

He sighed, shaking his head, but a tiny smile found its way to his lips. "You're a stubborn girl."

"I wish you wouldn't make me be," you countered, and he laughed lightly. Then your face turned serious. "Don't you ever do what you did again. I missed you so bad...it was like I couldn't breathe."

"I'm sorry angel," he said softly, his hand finding its way to your hair. "Second I left I knew I shouldn'ta done it. Been hurtin' too. Need my baby."

You nodded, turning in his arms so your stomachs were pressed together, your arms wrapping around him. He cuddled you close, holding you late into the afternoon. Right then he knew leaving you would hurt you worse than anything he thought he'd bring your way. So right then he vowed to focus on what he had control over. He couldn't manage whether or not a bounty was on his head, but he could choose to keep you close.

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