#stu didn't do anything wrong!!! (yet)

[dxsole]

@dogtccth | Cont. from X

Oh, she's going to lay into this guy.

"Yeah, I could tell— I look into your eyes and I can see a tumbleweed drift by in the space where your brain should be, you rat-faced little fucker. I don't even want your stupid, negative IQ points face pointing in my direction, hm. Keep your eyes on the ground if you're going to continue babbling away— I can see steam coming out of your ears just trying to come up with the stupid sentence that just fell out of your clown mouth—"

[whateverloomis]

"Scream" (1996) meets "X" || Billy Loomis x Stu Macher x GN!AFAB reader 🔪🔞

PART 3

Warnings: Voyeurism, asphyxiation (use of a belt around neck,) CNC, making out, p in v, oral (male receiving,) roughness, mention of reader and Tatum making out (just girlies stuff :P) AFAB reader (no use of pronouns,) implied size difference, poly!Ghostface, reader has pre-determined interests and outfits, stalking, Sidney is not in the story (sorry not sorry,) || Not edited

Word count: 2.5k

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You thought about how your scene with Billy would be like. The rush of excitement ran over your body and you started to swing your hips while playing with your tits out in the open.

You chuckled to yourself and were spinning slowly until you were met with Billy's gaze. He was standing on the other edge of the small boardwalk, enjoying the view.

"Mind if I join you?" He said teasingly while walking towards you. You bit your lip and looked at his bulge shamelessly.

"Not at all." You answered and he placed his hands over your waist, squeezing the flesh. "You look so fucking good all alone out here. Naked. Vulnerable." Billy whispered and you couldn't help but release a little whimper.

"I'm gonna fuck you so good for the camera tomorrow."

You had your arms around his neck and legs around his waist. Billy and you were both naked in the lake, lost in each other's mouths. You could feel his hard cock pressed against your lower belly and were slowly getting tempted to slip it inside you, but not yet. You wanted to work yourself up to do your best performance for the movie.

"Fuck... Mm Billy," you moaned between kisses. He wasn't answering, his hands were on your ass squeezing the flesh and rocking you against him, your pussy now rubbing against his cock.

Your tongues teased each other and it was driving both of you crazy.

You moved to his neck and started to kiss it slowly, your fingers between his hair pulling the strands softly.

As you were moving your way down to his collar bone your eyes fluttered open. To your surprise an old lady was standing next to a tree at a distance. You gasped in fear and pulled away from Billy's neck abruptly.

"What's wrong?" He asked and noticed you were looking behind him. He turned around and didn't see anything.

"There was an old lady standing right there looking at us!" You said, scared out of your mind.

Billy didn't want to dismiss your words, but he didn't see anyone and he couldn't help but doubt a little bit; "Are you sure it wasn't a tree that moved or-" - "Billy no, I saw her! She looked straight at me!" you explained, breathing quicker with each word.

"Hey, c'mere baby," Billy said and you moved towards him. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into a comforting hug. "It's okay, I believe you." He said. "Let's go inside so you can eat and take a breather ok?" He continued and you nodded quickly, swimming to the shore with him.

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"And I saw an old lady looking at me!" You explained to everyone back at the cabin. You were eating sandwiches that Randy made with the few ingredients you guys had brought, drinking and smoking pot around the small coffee table in the living room area.

"An old lady? I didn't see an old lady with pops yesterday." Stu said and Tatum glared at him; "It doesn't mean he doesn't have a wife or something." She said, validating your words.

You sighed and leaned against Billy, his arm around your shoulders.

Randy looked at you with slight judgement written over his face and you caught him red handed.

"What?" You asked him and he visibly panicked.

"Nothing, I didn't say anyth-" - "You were staring. Is there anything you'd like to say?" you countered. All eyes were on him now and he tried to hide the fact that he was anxious.

"I just... I can't stop thinking about Sidney and how you guys..." He trailed off and Billy glared at him. "Yeah? Spit it out." he said and Randy swallowed nervously; "The scene tomorrow with you guys... That's how she'll find out and it's not... It's not okay, in my opinion..." - "It was gonna happen one way or another, who cares at this point?" Stu said and took a swing of his beer. "Plus you can have her afterwar-" - "Stu what the fuck?!" Tatum practically shouted; "She's still our friend, you can't just throw her around like that!" - "Hey, it's a fact!" Stu answered and you rolled your eyes.

"It seems like you don't think our scene is a good idea, but Billy and Tatum fucking is okay?" you told Randy and he looked away. "Are you jealous?" you straight up asked him, mock in your tone.

"No! Why would I be..." He answered and Stu chuckled; "Sounds like Randy wants a little taste of YN." - "Oh shut up! You don't know anything..." Randy said and you smirked; "Is that it, babe?" You asked teasingly, and Billy sighed; "Sorry, off limits." Billy said, breaking the tension. You bit your lip at his words. Billy could be possessive from time to time and it was a turn on.

"Oh but Tatum can make out with YN?" - "It's not serious, it's just friend stuff." - "How does that make sense?!" Randy asked, shocked. You giggled at the whole exchange. It was cute how Randy was jealous about you getting it on with everyone else, yet Billy didn't want him to lay a finger on you.

"Listen, I'll consider it since we need an extra at a point." Stu said and looked at Billy for any sign of approval. He had a serious expression, unamused with the whole situation but not exactly opposed.

"Let's just focus on tomorrow's scene guys, we'll think about this later." You said and everyone agreed.

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The moment was finally here. Your scene with Billy.

You were wearing jean overalls that hiked up your ass cheeks. No underwear on which allowed the perfect amount of side boob to show. You were looking delicious and ready to be devoured.

As you walked in the barn everyone complimented you and whistled. You blushed and bit your lip in excitement. Billy smirked at you and grabbed your hips, pulling you towards him and kissing you slowly. Stu chuckled at the sight and eyed you from head to toe before positioning the camera towards the stall you were going to be in.

"You ready, babe?" He asked and you nodded.

Action.

You bent down to pick up a bucket of water from the stall. As you were standing up and turned around you were faced with Billy. Crashing into him, you dropped the bucket, water spilling all over you guys. Billy's white shirt got wet and you scrambled around the place to find a towel to help him dry up.

"Oh my Gosh, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to..." You trailed off. Billy was taking his shirt off and you raked your eyes over his upper body. You walked towards him and ran your hand up his exposed chest.

"I can dry your shirt for you... If you'd like." You said, faking innocence.

"If it's not too much trouble." Billy answered softly and took a step forward, towering over you; "You should also dry this while you're at it..." He said and slid the straps of your overalls down your upper body, revealing your tits. The cool air made your nipples harden immediately and Billy brushed his fingers over them. You bit your bottom lip and whimpered quietly.

You looked up at him with the cutest stare and he crashed his lips against yours, pushing you against the wall. His hands explored your body and grabbed every inch of you. You moaned against his mouth and ran your hands through his hair.

You guys devoured each others mouths for what seemed like forever before Billy pulled your overalls all the way down and ran two fingers between your folds, feeling how wet you already were. He hummed at the feeling and drew slow circles over your clit before dipping his middle and ring finger inside you. He didn't push them all the way inside you just yet. Billy collected your wetness and spread it over your sensitive bud before dipping his fingers in once again and repeating the actions far too many times for you to control your moans.

"Mm fuck... Please..." You whispered and moved your hips forward against his fingers, needing them to go inside you deeper, and that's exactly what Billy did. He inserted them all the way inside your cunt and you released a long moan of relief and pleasure.

Billy finger fucked you almost passionately. With his other hand he grabbed your neck and held you in place, kissing you once again. You both moaned inside each others mouths and played with each others tongues.

Desperate, you started to unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, releasing his cock. Before stroking his length Billy pulled his fingers out of your sopping cunt and ran the slick over his shaft. You jerked him a few times before kneeling down and sticking your tongue out for him.

Billy smirked and placed his hand on your cheek; "Aren't you a cutie?" he teased and moved his hand to your jaw, opening your mouth a bit more before resting his heavy cock on your tongue and slowly thrusting it inside of you.

You moaned around him and started to bob your head, following his rhythm. As you sucked on his cock slowly you grabbed his thigh with your left hand and scratched the flesh just enough to elicit pain with your long nails. Billy hissed at the sensation and his cock twitched inside your mouth. You hummed around him and took more of his length inside, brushing your tongue under his shaft.

"Fuck, you're so good at that..." Billy whispered and grabbed a fist full of your hair, keeping you steady.

You could feel him getting close but you had a feeling he was going to play with you some more, and that he did.

Pulling out of your mouth, Billy pulled his pants up and removed the belt from the loops. He grabbed your arm with enough force to make you stand up and wrapped the belt around your neck, making sure it wasn't too tight; "Is this okay?" he asked, loud enough for you to hear and you nodded.

"Walk." Billy commanded and you did as he said. Suddenly he pushed you against a big wooden table and made you bend down. You grunted, exaggerating it for the camera.

He spread your thighs with one of his legs and sneaked his right hand between your legs once again, holding the belt to keep you in place with his left. You whimpered at the feel of his fingers rubbing your clit once more. You were soaked and Billy couldn't help but chuckle at the fact that it was all for him, thanks to him.

"Fuck, you're more than ready for me." He said, his voice low. You bit your lip and moaned at his words, cock hungry and desperate.

"Mm fuck me, pleaseee," you moaned, desperation evident in your tone.

Billy pulled his cock out and moved between your legs, rubbing his length between your folds further stimulating your clit. You rubbed yourself against him, the sound of your juices mixed with his making obscene sounds. You panted and moaned pornographically, the pleasure so intense you could cum just from that action only but Billy wanted to give you more. Needed to give you more.

The feel of his cock finally sliding inside you smoothly and filling you up deliciously made you practically scream.

Billy thrust like there was no tomorrow, the sound of skin to skin contact echoed inside the barn and Stu was biting his lip, trying to contain a laugh of satisfaction at the scene taking place in front of him.

You rolled your eyes and stuck your tongue out while Billy railed you. He pulled the belt around your neck slightly to keep you in place and choke you just enough to elicit pleasure. You were getting fucked like a dirty little slut and you loved every second of it.

Billy's cock felt incredible. The way it grazed your walls made the wave of pleasure be felt all over your body. It was almost a tingly sensation that consumed you. That, combined with his fingers now rubbing your sensitive bud slowly? It was over for you.

"Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Don't stop!" You moaned loudly and Billy pulled the belt once more before you came around his length. Not much after he came inside you, filling you to the brim. The feel of him emptying himself inside you made you have yet another orgasm for the camera and Billy bit his lip, trying to suppress a satisfied laugh from escaping.

Once he pulled out, his juices dripped out of your cunt beautifully and Stu closed up on your hole much like he did with Tatum to get the perfect shot of your glistening cunt.

Turning around and facing Stu, he had the widest grin and satisfaction written all over his face, "That was fucking amazing! You look so fucking hot YN, wait until you see yourself!" he said excitedly and you blushed at his praise.

You brushed the sweat of your forehead with the back of your hand and bit your lip while smiling at Billy who was walking towards you.

"You did so good for us baby'" he said and kissed you slowly, "Mm, you weren't so bad yourself," you said teasingly while Billy took his belt off from around your neck; "Yeah yeah, now you need to rest." He said and you rolled your eyes; "More like take a shower." You answered.

"Oh! I'll join you, this heat is disgusting." Tatum added and walked away, a paper fan in her hand. You kissed Billy one more time before following her.

The way Randy looked at you didn't go unnoticed. He had "this isn't fair," written all over his face and you almost felt bad for him. Almost.

•

In the shower, you and Tatum made out a bit before sharing the only bar of soap available. Once you were done, you looked outside from the shower window, hot water soothing your body.

"Hey, have you seen that creepy old lady again?" Tatum asked while she washed her hair. You continued looking outside in thought and sighed; "No. I'm starting to think I imagined her or something," - "Didn't Billy see her too?" she asked, stepping under the water stream and rinsing her hair. "No, he didn't," you replied and sighed. "Well, maybe he just didn't turn around quick en-" the blonde stopped mid sentence and focused her gaze outside the window... and there she was. The old lady. Standing there, a few feet away, staring.

You both looked at her and gasped in fear; "What the fuck..." Tatum whispered and you looked at each other at the same time, shocked. When you turned your heads to look out the window again, she was gone.

"Oh, oh hell no." Tatum said and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her figure. You followed behind, doing the same before exiting the door after her.

Once you walked outside you crashed into Stu's lean figure; "You guys had fun in there?" he asked, sticking his tongue out at you and you sighed; "Not now Stu, Tatum saw the creepy old lady too. She was standing outside the window, staring at us!" You nearly shouted and Billy walked towards you quickly; "Hey, what's going on baby?" he asked, concerned; "Tatum and I saw..." You trailed off, tears escaping your eyes.

Something didn't feel right since the moment you set foot in that cabin and Billy quickly caught on to your concern. "C'mon, let's go'" Billy whispered and glared at Stu before walking you into the bedroom.

"What did I do?!" Stu shouted and scoffed, walking into his own room.

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AN: We love a creepy old lady moment, lol. Let me know what you guys thought about part 2! And thank you for the love on the first part babes ;) <33

[wasawattpadkid]

Housewife

Part - 12

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, homophobic slang

Part 1

You smacked Billy's hand away from the deviled eggs. "Stu please keep him away from the food." You begged with a casserole in your hands. Stu stood wide eyed with a slice of potato in his mouth. "Quit eating the food before I sit it out." You scolded trying not to laugh. The oven beeped making Stu check the food. "Pork chops are done!" Billy grabbed the oven mitts pulling the hot dish from the oven. "You can sit it here I've got hot plates down." You moved things around leaving room for everyone to sit.

"I'll make drinks." Stu grabbed three glasses pouring out what everyone wanted. "Do you need anything else?" Billy asked ready to help if you asked him to. You wiped your hands off on your apron looking around. "I think that's it. Thank you." Billy sat down at the table as Stu gave everyone their glass. The boys looked at the table like it was Christmas dinner. "Oh shit! I forgot to make the pie." You rubbed your face stressed. Cooking was one of your favorite things to do. Yet it could be the most irritating thing if one thing after another seemed to go wrong. The potatoes were a little over done while the vegetable casserole was a little too crisp around the edges.

"Hey." Billy's hands rested on your arms pulling you back to reality. "It looks great Y/n. Don't worry about a pie when you've already done this." He gestured towards the table full of food. "I wouldn't have room for pie anyways." Stu laughed. "I would." You and Billy both glared at the boy. "Actually I'm already full." You took a deep breath shaking your head. "Okay let's hope it tastes good." You said as you sat down. "It always does." Billy reassured you knowing you needed it. When setting the table Billy made sure to give everyone multiple plates. Stu however didn't need them.

You took a bite of your food mentally telling yourself you were a genius. Billy just stared in disgust at his friend. "What's wrong? Why aren't you eating?" You asked worried he didn't like the food. Stu had everything on one plate. The casserole was sitting in whatever oil you cooked the pork chops with. The deviled eggs sat next to the potatos getting the filling on everything else. It freaked Billy out. "I gave you a saucer for a reason." Stu looked up chewing on the food in his mouth. "What?" He said looking down at the extra clean plates on the table. "Oh! Well there's less dishes to do if I use one." Stu shrugged getting back to eating.

"I'll do the dishes just separate your food." You felt a little bad thinking the scene in front of you was funny. "Why does this bother you?" Billy looked at you like this was a universal opinion. "Why does this bother me? Look you've got your pork chop covered in broccoli casserole and there's deviled egg filling on it too." You took the chance to study Billy's plate. If the food could even be considered a little runny it had it's own plate. You agreed with Billy to an extent but it wasn't at all that serious. "It's going to mix together in my stomach so it really doesn't matter." Billy rolled his eyes knowing it certainly did matter.

Like a child Billy grabbed his plates moving over to sit next to you. "Are you serious?" You laughed even Stu was amused. "I can't eat if I'm sitting next to him." You just shook your head. "Okay besides obsessive compulsive over here, we do need to have a talk." Billy actually began to eat his food that you were sure was starting to get cold. "How long is Stu staying here?" Billy spoke jealousy evident in his voice. "Till we go back to school next week." You said before taking a drink from your glass. "My parents threatened to hire a maid so I couldn't throw any more parties." Stu laughed before shoving more food in his mouth.

You couldn't wrap your head around how parents could care so little about their child. "That's insane but we're getting off track. Stu in an ideal situation where would you want this to go?" You looked between him and Billy. "Can't we just hang out and see where it goes?" You liked the idea, it was one you thought about several times but it wouldn't work. "I wish we could but there's three of us involved. There's jealousy and guilt. Billy is already jealous you're staying with me." The boy next to you dropped his fork holding up his hands. "Hey I'm not jealous." Both you and Stu looked at him with straight faces. "Okay maybe I was a little jealous. Sue me."

"I want this to work out. I want to be able to call you both mine eventually." Billy laughed at his friend. "That's not going to work. I'm not having the world think I'm some sort of fairy." Stu just shot you a look. You weren't sure how to address the situation. With a huff Stu started talking. "I don't care what people think and I know that you do. I'm not going to tell anyone anything you don't want me to. I figured you knew that by now." You knew this was something time would have to fix. Neither you or Stu could force Billy to be okay with himself.

"How's this? All three of us are in a relationship. No two people more than the other. No labels. What we do behind closed doors is our business." Billy continued to eat leaving you and Stu to wait for some homophobic comment. "Works for me." He said as he wiped his lips with a napkin. "Stu?" You questioned. The short haired boy was just surprised with Billy's acceptance. "I'm alright with that. What do we do in public though?" Billy perked up also wanting an answer to the question. "Well we could just say I'm the girlfriend."

"When we're in public you're my girlfriend." A discussion with Billy was him simply telling it like it is. Stu was so used to it he thought he actually had a say in something. You weren't having it. "Is that alright with you?" Stu thought about it for a moment. "I guess so. I don't care for labels. What about holding hands and things like that? Do I just wait till we get home?" Billy seemed disinterested in the conversation. He wasn't expecting so many rules to what should be simple.

"I don't care if you two hold hands or whatever. At the end of the day though the word on the street is that you're my girlfriend." Billy was dead set on this. It sounded like a possessive thing and part of it was. Most of it however was just the security of the title. "Okay then that's settled. My only thing is and I can't be convinced otherwise, there will be no cheating." The boys found the word "cheating" rather funny since this so called relationship was between three people. "What does that mean exactly?" Billy asked resting his elbows on the table. "It means we don't sleep with anyone who isn't in this room."

Stu could live with that but he wasn't sure of Billy's loyalty. "Fair. Speaking of sex though how's that supposed to work? I don't want you two fooling around while I'm away." His hand swatted the air between you and Stu. "I'm going to want one on one time with the both of you on occasion. I'm sure the two of you will want your privacy sometimes." Billy would be fine sleeping with you by himself but the idea of you and Stu alone bothered him. He realized that was hypocritical. "So me and Billy can screw around without you and you don't mind?" Stu asked earning a glare from Billy. The idea didn't bother you.

"Yeah and if one of you comes over after school to spend the night it won't be an issue. This has to be fair to everyone involved. I'm not saying we'll never all be together. I'm sure that most of the time I'll be with the both of you." You took a sip of your drink leaving a small moment for either one of them to talk. Neither of them did. "I want to make it clear that you two are not dating me. We are all dating each other." Billy and Stu gave each other a look one you had a hard time reading. "What's the difference?" Stu asked. You don't know why you thought this would be a quick and easy conversation.

"The difference is we are all equal here. If one of us feels left out or has an issue then we'll discuss it together. Does that make sense?" Stu nodded actually following along with every word you said. "I'm sorry am I boring you?" You asked Billy who seemed aloof with the whole idea of a relationship. "No but is all this really necessary? It's seems like a business deal." Stu had to agree with his friend on that. "It is necessary if you want this to be a long term thing. You are far too jealous to not have rules and Stu is far too sensitive." The short haired boy couldn't even argue.

"Okay fine." Billy wouldn't admit it but he knew you were right. "What about dates?" Stu asked and the question alone made that giddy feeling come back. "Dates should be all three of us." Billy added his two cents. "That's what I was thinking." Stu wanted the same thing you did. For this to be an equal relationship. You listened to the boys not seeing anything wrong with the idea. "Alright any dates have to involve all three of us. Is there anything else?"

You wanted to have hope, be optimistic for once. However the quickness of everything really bothered you. "I hope not." Billy half laughed with Stu nodding in return. "This seems fast right?" You weren't crazy. This whole thing happened in such a short span of time. Part of the reason being the murders. Billy and Stu weren't dumb they knew how quickly all of this developed. Billy was well aware of how swiftly he became infatuated with you. You would say it's because of the scheme you had planned but he knew it was more than that. Stu however just fell in love easily. He was like a stray dog, you feed them once and they'll keep showing up at your door.

"It is fast but it doesn't have to be." Billy tried to be the understanding and caring boyfriend you so desperately wanted. "Yeah! We could go out and try to do this the right way." Stu was all for a old fashioned relationship. He wasn't sure if you could have a gayish old fashioned relationship but you three would be the first to do it. You smiled. Atleast the boys were looking at the glass half full. Billy looked at Stu having one of those wordless conversations. You stopped trying to read them at this point.

The boys helped clean up the table, Billy was tasked with washing dishes as penance for his previous offenses. He knew it'd take more than some corning ware but he was willing to do it for you. "Me and Y/n were listening to some records earlier." Stu talked as he toyed with the record cabinet. "Is that so?" Billy continued scrubbing the glassware only looking up to glance at Stu. "Yeah. Did you know Elvis came in his pants on stage once?" You snickered as you swept the floor. "What the fuck is wrong with you? Why would you tell me that?"

Stu laughed, one of his favorite activities was catching his partner off guard. "Hey she told me. If I have to know it so do you." The boy pointed at you making Billy turn around. His hands were wet gripping the counter he leaned on. "He's already screwed up enough don't encourage him." Stu smiled a big smile falling in the floor in front of you. "Please, oh please encourage me." He begged making you roll your eyes. "See what I mean?" Billy shook his head with a smirk wiping his hands off on a dish towel.

"Okay seriously that hurt." Stu said holding his stomach as he stood up. "Oh my god let me see it." Billy laughed at your aggravated tone. You lifted Stu's shirt just enough to check the bandages. Billy watched wishing he was still in pain so you could look after him. "You're not bleeding but remind me tonight I've got to change your bandages." Stu looked over at Billy trying to read his expression. He felt like shit seeing the wounds that covered Stu's abdomen. Everyone in the room knew who caused the damage but no one acknowledged it.

"I'm sorry about that." Billy said cracking his knuckles. His eyes were focused on the floor not ready to show off the look of guilt on his face. "It's no problem. I'm gonna have badass scars." You looked up at Stu once you taped down his bandage. "You're right about that." You noticed the tension between the two boys and you weren't sure what it was about. "I'm going to go put on some pajamas. You two okay down here?"

"We're not toddlers we can manage." Stu's words were only half true. They definitely weren't toddlers but they certainly couldn't manage on their own. You walked up the stairs shutting your bedroom door behind you. Billy looked up the stairs for a second making sure you were gone. "We should plan a date." Stu smiled at the boy. "Look at Loomis getting all romantic." Billy refrained from smacking him seeing he's done enough damage for while. "Yeah yeah, where would you want to go?" Stu was a little confused by the question. "Shouldn't you ask Betty Crocker?" He figured the impromptu date was to please you. Billy already had Stu eating out of the palm of his hand all he needed was for you to do the same. "I'm taking you both out ass-wipe. That's what we're doing now right?"

Stu hated how excited the thought made him. Billy never took Stu out for anything other than a rented VHS tape. The idea that he could have a semi-normal relationship with the man he's cared about for years never crossed his mind. "We could take her to an antique store or something? She likes those places, they make me sneeze." Billy rubbed his face with his hand. "Stu I'm trying my best here I'd love some cooperation. Where do you want to go?" Stu had no idea. He's never been taken out anywhere. He took Tatum shopping and Casey too but he's never had those favors returned.

"We could go roller skating!" Stu hadn't been to a roller rink since he was a kid. "I like the enthusiasm but stitches, high speeds, and hard wood don't mix well when you're involved." He wanted to be upset but Billy made a valid point. "That arcade opened up down town. Would you be okay with doing that?" It was a better plan than wearing dirty skates. "I'll be fine but you're going to get your ass kicked in Mortal Kombat." Billy watched a smile light up Stu's face. "Oh you're on."

"Who's on?" You asked walking back into the kitchen. Billy looked you up and down admiring the nightgown he picked out in person. "I'm turned on." Stu said raising his eyebrows suggestively. "Well turn yourself off because I'm not in the mood to be spit roasted." Stu's jaw dropped at your words while Billy just stood confused. "What?" Stu stood up whispering the definition into his partner's ear. You watched in delight as Billy's features grew serious and that sinister glint in his eyes returned. "You are more fucked up that I thought." His eyes once again scanned you from head to toe.

"You say that like you don't love it." You walked to the living room turning on the TV. Believe it or not you were just as evil as they were. Just in different scenarios. You majored in the psychological warfare department. "She's going to be the death of us." Billy groaned as you sat down on the sofa. Stu smiled walking backwards into the living room. He held out his arms dramatically looking at Billy. "What a wonderful way to go."

(if your name has a line through it Tumblr wouldn't let me tag you.)

Part 13

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𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 || 𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑

pairing: tara carpenter x reader

summary: after a violent night involving ghostface, feelings rise to the surface.

warnings: blood, descriptions of violence, knives, guns, character death, swearing, bad writing

word count: 3.5k

a/n: this is my first fic for tara and the scream franchise so i hope its up to standards and that you’ll like it :)

scream masterlist

If somebody was to tell you a year a go this is where you would be, you would’ve laughed in their faces. Yet here you were, sitting in the back of a car with your best friend, Tara, beside you, frantically looking for her inhaler.

You had known the Carpenters for your whole life, living next door to them came with pros and cons but you couldn’t have been more grateful for the friendship that had formed between you and Tara.

However, it was only as of lately, you had started to grow feelings for the younger Carpenter. Yet you decided it was best to bury those feelings, even if it hurt you in the process.

You were falling in love and you were falling fast. Whilst you were so caught up in your own thoughts you missed the way that Tara looked at you. Her inhaler was long forgotten, only the thought of you was on her mind.

Sam made Richie drive to Amber’s house to see if she had Tara’s spare inhaler and she noticed the two of you were very quiet in the back.

The both of you were pining over each other, however, the only thing stopping the two of you from telling your true feelings to each other was the fact that you were best friends. As well as a certain murderer trying to kill Tara and Sam.

You weren't actually sure when it all went wrong. How you went from getting Tara’s spare inhaler to you being chased through Stu Macher’s old house, trying to escape Ghostface.

Sprinting up the stairs, you found a room and made a beeline for it. After managing to close the door just in time you pushed a dresser in front of it, making sure that no one could get in.

You grunt as you let your back hit the wall, sliding down it until you come to a stop when you meet the floor. Your tense body goes limp as you sit there, heavy breaths falling from your lips.

Finally managing to catch your breath for only a second, when you heard grunting coming from a closet. Heart rate increasing at the possibilities, you cautiously got up from the ground and made your way towards the sound.

Hand resting on the handle, you contemplated whether you should open it or not. That little debate didn't go on for long and you swiftly opened the closet door.

To your surprise, Tara was sitting on the floor, bound and gagged, eyes wide with fear.

“Tara.” You muttered quietly, shock written on your features.

You searched your pockets for anything sharp when you felt the knife you had tucked into the belt of your jeans. Carefully, you cut through the duct tape on Tara’s wrists and she was quick to get rid of the tape around her mouth.

“W-what the hell is happening?” Tara rushed out. “And why do you have a knife?”

“Oh! I took it from the kitchen amongst others.” You smiled, but soon realised that may not have been the best thing to do.

“Why do you need more than one? If you’re going to kill me-”

“No! No, of course not.” You cut Tara off. “Not you at least.”

“What does that mean?” Tara questioned, a slight tremble was heard in her voice.

“What’d you say we kill these fuckers, huh?” You whispered, tilting your head a little.

“And how exactly is that going to work?” Tara wondered, gesturing to her broken leg.

“I have a plan, do you trust me?” You asked, holding your hand out.

‘Do you trust me?’ The question runs laps around in Tara's mind. Does she trust you? Of course she does, you're her best friend after all, but in this situation, she’s not so sure. How can she trust you after everything she has been through? How did she know if you weren't the killer?

Hesitantly, she took your hand, letting you pull her up from the ground.

“One wrong move and you're dead.” Tara mumbled, a stern look on her face.

“I wouldn't doubt it,” you smiled, “if you don't kill me then your sister probably will.”

“Okay, so how is this going to work?” Tara asked as she pointed between the two of you.

“You’re going to play the helpless victim, whilst I play Ghostface.” You smirked.

“This is how I die.” Tara said quietly, which you didn't miss, but she nodded her head, agreeing to your plan.

“I’m going to need you to be really quiet. Can you do that for me?” You questioned, placing your knife under her chin, tilting her head to look up at you.

Tara wordlessly nodded, a slight flicker of fear behind her features as she looked into your eyes.

“Good girl.”

Retracting your knife away from Tara, you frantically looked around the room for one specific thing. That of which you found in the same very closet Tara was in only moments ago.

You pulled out a Ghostface mask and costume, turning to Tara, you held up the item of clothing, the smile on your face only growing wider.

“Would you like to play a game, Tara?” You asked and what you said seemed to trigger something inside her.

“W-what did you just say?”

“Are you ready?”

“N-no y-you said-”

“I’m just messing with you.”

“I don’t- I-”

"I've got this handled, okay? Stop worrying so much”

“Yeah, okay.” Tara breathed.

“I’ve got to make it a little believable, don’t I?”

“Right,” Tara trailed off, “so what do you want me to do?”

“Follow me.” You smiled before pulling on the Ghostface mask.

“Thank God you’re okay…” You heard Richie say, a trembling Tara rested in your arms. “Because I really wanted to be the one to kill you.”

Richie stabbed Sam in her side and you had put a hand over Tara’s mouth to stop the scream that threatened to fall from her lips.

Sam stared at her boyfriend in disbelief, sinking to her knees as the second ghostface revealed themselves as Amber.

Richie leaned down next to Sam, taking the gun from her, gently, before handing it to Amber.

“I know. It’s a bummer, it's me." Richie said before he held up the Ghostface verbalizer, “But it’s really the best twist for the movie.”

“No…” Sam trailed off.

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“This isn’t... a fucking movie…”

“No. But it will be. And that’s the point, right Amber?

“Right, hon.” Amber agreed, looking around. “Third Act bloodbath, check. Killers revealed, check... Time for the big finale. Let’s get ‘em into the kitchen.”

Amber forced Sidney to her feet, pushing her with the gun as Richie carried a bleeding Sam into the kitchen. All whilst you and Tara stood watching the whole thing.

Tara was desperately trying to get out of your arms but you held a tight grip on her. At one point she nearly escaped but you pushed her into a nearby wall.

“Stop.” You said, placing a hand back over Tara's mouth. “We have to wait.”

“Fuck you.” Tara spat, pulling your hand from her face.

“I’m flattered, really, but not now, maybe later.” You teased.

“You’re a dick.” tara mumbled, punching your arm, not having any malicious intent behind it.

“I’m trying to help you.” You whisper-shouted.

“By making me watch my sister get stabbed? How is that helping me?”

“I’m your best friend! I'm always going to help you.”

Those words, although they were reassuring, felt like a knife to the heart for the both of you. Best friends. Nothing more. Never.

“Enough with this secret shit! Tell me what you are going to do!”

You were about to reply when you heard Amber shout, ‘she’s not here’ from upstairs.

“The fuck do you mean she’s not there?” Richie yelled back, turning to face Sam.

“I guess you are finally going to see what I am going to do.” You said, placing a knife in each of her pockets, one for her, the other for her sister.

You pulled Tara by the arm, dragging her into the kitchen with your own knife pressed against her neck.

“Of course she’s not up there.” You said, the Ghostface vocaliser changing the tone of your voice. “She’s right here.”

Richie turned around to face you and his eyes rose along with Sam’s, Sidney’s and Gale’s, all in complete shock that there was another Ghostface.

“A third?” Gale questioned, hand tight against her side. “You've gotta be shitting me.”

“Oh, I am going to enjoy this.” You laughed tauntingly as you pressed the knife harder onto Tara’s neck, but not enough to hurt her.

“Tara…” Sam gasped, her eyes darting between you and her sister.

“W-who are you?” Richie asked, pointing his knife towards you.

“What you can’t be.” You shrugged.

“And what’s that?”

“I guess you’ll have to find that one out, won’t you?” You said, tilting your head.

“Is this some shitty little game you’re trying to play?”

“Possibly.”

“Right, and who dies first?”

“You.”

“Amber?” Richie yelled, desperately trying to find the girl.

At that point, Amber returned and stopped in her tracks once she saw you. Confused as to how there was another Ghostface, she watched as you looked over your shoulder, slowly, as if you were teasing her.

“Hello, Amber.” You said. “What a lovely surprise. I must say I expected more.”

“I’m sorry?” Amber asked incredulously.

“Oh it's okay, you can still redeem yourself.” You chuckled.

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Now, now, let's not get angsty here.” You said, pushing Tara towards her sister carefully.

“Who the fuck are you?” Richie questioned again.

“If you don’t tell us who the fuck you are we will slit your throat” Amber sneered.

“Oh, no.” You said sarcastically. “I’m sooo scared.”

“Tell us who you are!”

“Fine.” You shouted, throwing your hands up in the air. “I’m a big fan.”

“Of who? Us?” Richie asked.

“No, of course not,” you chuckled, “of Sidney and Gale, duh.”

“So why are you dressed as Ghostface?” Sidney questioned.

You turned to face the older woman, but you were actually looking at Tara. The younger Carpenter gave you a discrete nod which you returned.

“So we can kill them.” You replied, turning back to face Amber whilst Tara placed the knife you gave her in her sister's hand as well as taking the other for her.

“We?” Richie wondered out loud and before he could even think, you had tackled Amber to the ground, Sam doing the same to Richie.

Sidney, Gale and Tara watched on as the four of you rolled around on the floor, trying to kill one another. Both Sidney and Gale, helped Tara get out of the kitchen and make their way out of the house.

You were straddling Amber, using some, but not all, of your strength to push the blade of your knife between her eyes. Behind you, you could hear Sam struggling to wrestle with Richie.

Grunting, you pushed the knife down onto Amber, however, it only went through her clavicle on her right. With one final punch to the face, Amber was knocked out unconscious which left just enough time for you to get to Sam.

You watched as Richie placed the barrel of his gun to Sam’s forehead but before he could pull the trigger you tackled him to the ground. The sound of the gun went off and a searing pain was felt on your bicep.

“That actually hurt. Wow.” You said, ripping off your mask, revealing your face.

“You?!” Richie exclaimed, standing back up.

“Yes, me. Don’t seem so surprised.” You replied, holding your hand over your fresh wound as you stood up too.

“Why?”

“For shits and giggles.” You deadpanned as you slowly stalked towards Amber once again, but before you could get closer, Richie stepped in front of you. "Move."

Richie did and he circled around you, waiting for your next move. Once you took a step forward Richie attacked you from behind.

You had expected for Richie to try and hit you so you easily dodged his fist. You grabbed his arm and threw him over your shoulder trying to get him to fall to the floor but he just did a forward roll and got up again. This time you were face to face.

“Sam get out of here.” You shouted over your shoulder, receiving a punch to the gut from Richie, causing you to stumble backwards.

Sam listened to you and she scrambled to her feet, she bolted out of the kitchen and made a run for the front door.

“Saaaaaaam! Where you going? Your big scene’s coming up!” Richie yelled, forgetting about you and following the older Carpenter out of the kitchen.

“Looks like it's just you and me.” You said, standing over Amber's body, watching as she came back into consciousness.

Before Amber could get up, you shot a hand out and wrapped it around her throat. The girl desperately clawed at your forearm, trying to get you to release your grip.

You pulled her up so she was standing on her feet and threw her over the kitchen counter. But before you knew it she had gotten up, taken a knife from the counter and charged towards you.

Before you could even comprehend what was going on, another gunshot was sounded throughout the house, then a thud. As Amber's body fell you saw Tara stand behind her, gun in hand as she leaned onto the door frame.

“Tara, what the hell?” You exclaimed, rushing over to her.

“Stop!” Tara shouted, holding the gun up to your head.

“Tara-” You said, voice a little quieter than it was before, holding your hands up in surrender.

“Stop.” Tara said again, this time however her lip trembled as her voice broke.

“I have, I'm not moving until you want me to.”

“Where’s my sister?”

“She went off to find you, I presume, but other than that I don't know.”

“Come with me.” Tara said, walking off into another room but as soon as you were going to follow her, Amber came up behind you and stabbed you in the back.

You let out a low, pained yell. Hearing as Amber laughed behind you, you felt her push the knife in deeper.

Crumpling to your knees, you felt as if your senses had been dialled to a thousand. You could suddenly feel everything, from how fast your heart was beating to the bead of sweat falling down your temple.

“Shit.” You heard someone whisper from behind you and then you felt the knife being pulled from your back.

Falling to your hands, you looked to the side and saw Sidney and Gale fight Amber. You watched as Sidney crashed a bottle over Amber's head, the girl losing her footing and hitting the floor.

Not wasting any more time, you stumbled to your feet and looked at the women in appreciation before stumbling as quickly as you could to find Tara.

“I’m introducing a new rule…” You heard Sam mutter.

You rounded a corner and saw Tara watching from afar, stuck in her spot as Sam crawled away from Richie.

“Oh yeah? What’s that?” Richie taunted, watching as Sam inched forward but not noticing her wrapping her fingers around a knife.

“Come here and I’ll tell you…”

Richie kneeled, grabbing the hair on the back of Sam’s head, wrenching her face to his.

“Well?”

“Never fuck with the daughter of a serial killer.” Sam whispered as she stabbed Richie in the face. The blade went through his cheek into his mouth before coming out the other side.

She didn’t stop there. She continued to stab his chest and stomach. Richie fell backwards, grouting blood, stunned. Sam straddled him and continued her onslaught.

“But... I can’t die... Who’s gonna be the villain in the sequel..?”

“That’s the sequel’s problem.” Sam grunted before she slit his throat.

Sam rose unsteadily, dropping the knife to her side when Sidney and Gale appeared from the kitchen.

“Be careful, they always come back-” Sidney said as Sam took the gun from her hand and emptied the entire clip onto Richie's body, the last one going straight through his skull.

A beat goes past as Sidney and Gale exchange a look.

“Okay then.” Gale uttered, in complete shock.

The silence is quickly interrupted by Amber screaming, a knife raised in her hand as she advanced on the three standing above Richie's body.

But before she could even get close, Tara had pulled the trigger of the gun she was holding, the bullet going through Amber's head as she fell to the floor for one last time.

You stood behind Tara, watching her in shock, not thinking she had it in her but soon noticed as her fake exterior broke down as she stumbled over to her older sister.

The two of them embraced in a long and much needed hug. You stepped closer, tripping over your own feet, mainly due to blood loss.

Tara sniffled, lifting her head from Sam’s chest before turning to you. Tara didn't say anything as she walked towards you. She just put her hand around the base of your neck and brought your head towards hers so she could place her lips on yours.

The sudden action had stunned you, breath catching in your throat. You did not expect her to kiss you, especially in front of her sister. But as your brain started to register what was going on, you finally kissed back, putting your hands on her waist pulling her closer.

The kiss started out slow, almost hesitant, but quickly began to build. You grinned into the kiss, tightening your hands on Tara’s waist. As the two of you were pressed against each other, Tara moved her hands and wrapped them around your shoulders.

You pulled away reluctantly, resting your forehead on Tara’s. Letting out a small chuckle, you placed one last kiss to her lips before pulling her into a hug.

“I’m so glad you’re safe.” You whispered, feeling as Tara tightened her grip around you.

“All because of you.” Tara replied, pressing a kiss to your cheek as she pulled back to look in your eyes. “Even if your plan was utterly stupid.”

“It worked though, didn’t it?” You grinned.

“Luckily.” Tara scoffed, teasingly as she rolled her eyes.

“What’d you say we finally get out of here?” You questioned.

“I would love that.” Tara smiled, leaning against your side as she turned to look at her sister.

“Let's go then.” Sam said, replicating her sister's smile, opening the door for everyone.

The sun crests over the horizon as police cars and ambulances line the street. EMT’s rushed each of you to an ambulance to get treated for your wounds.

You sat beside Tara, holding onto one of her hands as Sam held the other. An EMT stitched up the stab wound on your back having already treated the one on your bicep.

The whole time you didn’t look away from Tara, exchanging smiles every now and then. Once you were fully patched up the EMT went off somewhere leaving you with the Carpenters.

“So.. are you two a thing now then?” Sam asked, a teasing smile plastered on her face.

“Sam!” Tara groaned, leaning into you, hiding her face in the crook of your neck.

“What? You did kiss them in front of me.” Sam said, chuckling at her sister's reaction.

“That’s up to y/n.” Tara mumbled into your neck and Sam raised her eyes to you, eyebrow quirking in question.

“Well, Tara? Would you be my girlfriend?” You asked, smiling as you felt her cheeks get hotter due to your question.

“Yeah, I'd love to.” Tara replied, removing her face from your neck to answer your question before pulling you into another quick kiss.

“You better treat her right, y/n.” Sam said, her protective side coming out.

“I will.” You said, smiling down at Tara in your arms.

“Good.” Sam nodded.

“Do you want to come with us?” Tara asked, looking between you and her sister, silently asking if that was okay, getting a nod from Sam.

“Of course, I'd go anywhere with you.” You said, squeezing Tara’s hand.

“Can you take us to a different hospital this time?” Tara asked the EMT that walked up to you three.

The EMT nodded and walked to the front of the ambulance, Sam noticed Sidney and Gale sitting in the back of another ambulance and told the two of you she would be back in a second.

Whilst Sam went off to speak to Sidney and Gale, you helped Tara get onto a stretcher. Once she was lying comfortably you sat beside her, holding her hand once again.

Sam hobbled back to the ambulance where you and Tara were in a deep conversation, the two of you talking animatedly.

She smiled at the sight and climbed into the back, taking a seat beside you. The two of you quietened your conversation and started a new one with Sam.

An EMT shut the doors and started the ambulance, turning on its sirens before finally pulling away from the dreaded property of Stu Macher’s old house.

[suicidalslasher]

☠ 𝐓𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐀𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭- 𝐒𝐭𝐮 𝐌.

female reader / she & her pronouns.  i'm never good with tags but….  blood (briefly)  oral sex, (female on male)  a lot of dirty talk (obviously), anal sex, pegging, strap on,,,,, uhhh…. surprisingly didn't use the term "bussy" but trust me… it's there, we just don't use the word. BUT IT IS THERE I CAN PROMISE YOU.  other than that, i think that's it!!! enjoy bc i had a lot of fun, writing this ;) 

(Y/N)'s heart raced as fear enveloped her body like a thick blanket. Her eyes shot open in terror, wide and wild with alarm and confusion. She tried to take a step back but found herself glued to the spot, paralyzed with shock.

She felt her breathing quicken as Stu chuckled maniacally from behind his ghostly mask, his dark laughter sending chills down her spine.

With increasing dread she looked up at him, searching desperately for something that could help calm her beating heart. But all she saw was not only  the face of a killer, but the face of her beloved and long time boyfriend, Stu Macher. 

"Surprised, (Y/N)?" His voice was smooth and calm, like he had never done anything wrong in his life. Even in the situation now, with the floor being stained with blood and the walls smeared with streaks of crimson. He remained emotionless. 

Tears began to well in her eyes, blurring Stu's image until all she could do was nod in response - no words came out, her mouth too parched to speak. He stepped closer to her, his gloved hand wiping away the tears streaming down her cheeks. She shivered at his touch, nearly backing away from his hand but stops herself, as she's worried what he would do had she done so. 

"Is... is it true?"  She asked softly, almost sure of the answer already. (It was rather obvious.) 

Stu nodded slowly, his smile widening until it seemed like it would consume his entire face. Though, she couldn't see that due to him still wearing that Halloween mask.

"Afraid so, baby." His voice gave nothing away, still full of affection yet laced with an eerie darkness that made (Y/N) shiver.

"C'mon, I wouldn't want you to be scared now, would I, pumpkin?" He cooed gently as he leaned in close, trapping (Y/N) in an invisible web of fear and confusion.

"But... w-why?" She choked out, hot tears spilling onto her cheeks despite her feeble attempts to contain them. "How... how come?"

He laughed darkly, taking a seat and hauling her onto his lap - pressing an index finger to her lips to silence her as his sinister smile widened.  (Y/N) could practically see his grin, even if it was covered up.

Stu was the type of person whereas you could tell when he was smiling, even if you weren't present with him. When they had their nightly phone calls, (Y/N) knew he was smiling from ear to ear just by his voice alone. This was like one of those moments. 

"Don't waste time on why or how, darling. Think of the thrill we can experience if we work together instead. Trust me, babe... it will all be worth it. I swear."

"Together?" she repeated in disbelief. "Do... do you really want me to be like you?   To be with someone like you? Do you truly think I'm going to stay after this?  After all you've done?" 

Stu tugged her closer against him, until their bodies were flush with each other. He growled in her ear, peppering it with affectionate kisses as he stroked the back of her head, combing her hair with his fingers. "Shh.." He whispered. 

"Isn't this what you've wanted for so long? To have someone who isn't afraid,  to have somebody that  lives life recklessly? You've always been drawn to those that are capable of doing the impossible, haven't you?  Besides, if death is what you're worried about... all things assured, I'm not going to hurt you. Not unless you want me to."     He stated with a smirk blossoming across his face.

He then brushed his gloved fingers over her cheek, sending an endless amount of goosebumps to explode onto her skin.

"Well? What do you say? What do you think? Besides, with me by your side, I'll protect you and with my secret being exposed, now you know too that I'll kill for you. Nothing and nobody will ever stand in my way of protecting you. You're safer with me than by yourself, babe." 

She looked up at Stu, her heart pounding in her chest. She had always been attracted to danger, but something about the way he spoke sent chills down her spine. There was a darkness that lurked behind his words, an ominous and foreboding presence that she couldn't quite put into words.

But despite the warning signs flashing in her mind like red alerts, there was a part of her that couldn't resist him. The thrill of living on the edge called out to every inch of flesh within herself.

Besides, he did have a point. She most likely would be safer with him rather than her, making an attempt to go against him.

Despite Stu being... well, a sociopathic murderer-- she still loved him and by his words alone, she knew that he loved her too and he wouldn't do anything to hurt her.  ​​​​

After what felt like hours but was merely only a few seconds, she eventually   found herself nodding against him. "Okay," she whispered back shakily.  "Okay. I trust you. I love you." She whispered. 

Stu leaned in and pressed a loving kiss to  (Y/N)'s lips, silently telling her how he felt too.  His free hand then began to undo the buttons of her pants,  undoing the fabric that held it together piece by piece.

"There's my good girl. Hey, by the way, I got you something special,"  His hand presses against the small part of her back as he then lead (Y/N) to his bedroom, a room of which she's obviously way too familiar with. 

As the two of them get to his bedroom, he guides her over to his mattress.  Unsure of what surprise the man had in store for her, she sits down at the edge of the bed and awaits for his next move, fiddling with her fingers as she does so. 

"Well?  Where's my surprise?" She asked in a teasing manner.  Stu towers over  his girlfriend, the Ghostface mask now glinting in his hand. He throws it at (Y/N),  a maniacal laughter rippling through the air as it lands squarely on her lap. 

With curious eyes and brows furrowed together, she  looks over at Stu with a questionable look. 

"Go on then... put it on." 

His voice is like velvet, wrapping around her like a blanket of darkness.  Her heart thuds wildly in her chest as she obeys  his command, slipping the mask over her face. 

The mask feels cold against her face yet  it's not nearly as chilling as Stu's gaze. Suddenly, he's pushing her down onto the mattress and presses his hardening cock against her bare thigh.   

 "Oh," He cooed as he rolled over, now lying on his back as he laid his arms above his head.

"Don't kill me, Ghostface. Please? I'll do anything you want, just don't kill me." He plead, looking over at her with his pupils blown. There was so much hunger and desire behind his eyes, it sent a shiver to run up and down her spine.  

However, it was as if the moment the mask was placed over her face, her entire demeanor  and attitude changed.   It sounded silly but... it was as if 'Ghostface' took over her body and what was left of (Y/N) was slowly vanishing due to the mask being on. 

"You really want me to take ahold of this situation and make you my victim?"  She purred, her lips curling into an evil smirk. "Is that what you're asking for, baby?" Stu stares deeply into her eyes as he gave a firm nod, licking his lips.

"Don't be scared of hurting me, darling.   It's what I want. It's what I deserve. After all, I am nothing more than Ghostface's victim. Therefore, do as you must, as you please. Torture me.  Hurt me. Make me bleed.  Make me into a complete bitch boy, (Y/N)." He moans.  His voice is low and deep, a clear indication that he wanted nothing but to be  at her will completely. 

"You can do whatever you desire," Stu growls, a fierce heat boiling up within him at the thought. 

"There's nothing that will stop me?" She purrs in reply, her smirk broadening as she reaches for the long blade beside his bedside table. Inhaling deeply, she brings the handle of the weapon close to her lips and licks its  sharp edge before trailing the tip along Stu's body. 

"Are you sure about that? Will you beg for your life if I asked?" 

Stu's heart races as he watches her play with the blade. He can feel the cold steel against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. But a different kind of heat is simmering inside him now, one that he can't ignore.

He reaches out and grabs her wrist firmly but gently. "I won't beg for my life," he says in a low voice, pulling her towards him until they're face to face on the bed.

She smirks again and pulls away from him slightly before straddling his hips and running the flat side of the blade along his chest once more. As she does so, Stu feels another part of himself hardening in response.

"You're not afraid?" she asks coyly as she trails the end of the knife  up and down his chest.

"Not when you look at me like that," Stu replies breathlessly, feeling her hand move between his thighs before she's  grasping him firmly through his clothes, a gasp leaving his lips as she gropes his cock.  

(Y/N) felt her heart quicken in anticipation as she slowly allowed the blade to wander lower, relishing the feel of his face tensing up each time it grazed a sensitive area. She let out a small gasp when it lingered close to his lower abdomen, tracing only centimeters from where his arousal was evident against the tight material of jeans that he wore.

His groans were getting louder now and she could tell he enjoyed every second of it; thrilling with desire building inside her own body at just how much pleasure he was taking from this moment alone.  

 She crawled off of him as she demanded the man to rid himself of his clothes. Eager to please, Stu does as he's told.  Once his clothes are off, she looks at his cock, practically drooling at the sight. She then pushes him back down onto the bed, a soft 'oh' escaping out from the back of his throat at the sudden movement.

The girl then walks over to the closet and pulls out a box they keep hidden away there. It has their name written on the side in fancy calligraphy that twists along all four sides.

With a soft hum, she takes the box and lifts the lid off, revealing a pair of hand cuffs and a collar made of fake leather with small metal studs.

First, (Y/N) cuffs Stu to the headboard.   Secondly, she takes the blindfold and presses it over his face, shielding his eyes and blocking his view.  He can barely move, but then he feels something hot and wet.

It's (Y/N)'s tongue tracing patterns on his bare chest as she moves down towards lower territories. She takes her time to tease him, nibbling lightly on his flesh here and there while making sure that he knows who has the control in this situation.

When she reaches her destination, Stu sucks in a sharp breath at the sensation of (Y/N) wrapping both hands around his hard shaft as she swirls her tongue over it expertly before licking up from base to head very slowly; each pass gets firmer than the last one until finally, she's sucking him deep into her mouth without warning. 

"Oh, f-fuck..." He gasped, thrusting his hips forward.  

(Y/N) knew she had Stu right where she wanted him, and while continuing to tease his shaft with her tongue and lips that seem designed solely for pleasure, she reached around behind her to grab a bottle of warm lube.

His breathing grew heavier and more ragged by the minute until finally it was clear he would need a release soon.

All of a sudden, all at once too, she stops. And before the man could even begin to form a sentence out, (Y/N)'s spreading apart his legs and with a firm hand, she spreads his cheeks open and the next thing he knows, he feels her wet and hot tongue against his puckering hole. 

"O-Oh, fuck... You're a nasty gal, aren't you? I bet you've always wanted to play with my asshole but never quite had the confidence, did you? Go on then. Have a taste. Fuck my ass, babe."

The girl says nothing, instead she simply hums around him as her lips move against him, a trail of spit coating his cheeks as she then began to force her tongue inside, fucking him openly with the end of her tongue.  

"Goddamn, baby! That feels so fucking g-good." He groaned, his moans only growing louder as he reached closer and closer to his climax.  

Like before, (Y/N) stopped and took a breath, however she was quick to replace her mouth with her fingers, deeply burying one of her digits into Stu's ass, thrusting into him, slowly, stretching him out gently. 

"Fuck... you really want me to cum, huh, baby?" He panted. 

(Y/N) smiled upon hearing how flustered he was.  The more he grew flustered and frustrated, the wetter she got with her own arosment. She continued to finger him before an idea struck her.

With her bottom lip between her teeth, she takes the knife and slowly gazes it across Stu's ass. Then, very slowly, she digs the blade into his left cheek, writing out her initials among his skin.  And then, on his right, she does the same. 

"You claiming me, huh?" He said from above. His voice was shaky, and she knew he was getting closer and closer to the edge of a wonderful and very much orgasm.

"Making me your little bitch, are you? ... Fuck, babe. I-If... if you want, I have another toy hidden underneath the bed. Feel free to look and if you want to use it on me, you can." 

Curious, (Y/N) places the knife down as she then kneels over, peeking underneath the bed. At first, she doesn't spot anything until finally -- she does.

"And you say I'm the naughty one." laughed (Y/N) as she took the toy out of the packaging.  "It's funny though that you asked if I felt comfortable doing this. Even if I didn't, I'd still use it on you. You're the victim here if you've already forgotten. I can do whatever I want. Remember?" 

Stu quite literally mewled as his body flushed with heat, his entire skin now the color of the blood that remained outside on the floor and walls.  (The blood that also trailed down his skin due to the cut from the knife.)

"Yesss..." He groaned, pulling on his cuffs as he rolled his hips.  

The crown of his cock was red, the tip of his aching and hardening member was leaking with precum.  "Would you be a whore for anyone had they wanted to murder you?" She asked mockingly.

  "Would that be your way of survival? Begging to be fucked like a total proper slut in exchange of your life?" 

Stu said nothing, instead at every word that left (Y/N)'s lips, he was simply moaning and nodded his head at everything she said. 

"Silly little Stu... wanting so badly for someone to tear him apart. Just like you tore apart  those victims in Woodsboro, hm?" As she talked, (Y/N) adjusted the toy, wrapping the thin fabric around her hips and buckling the pieces together until it was tightly around her.

"You want me to tear that asshole apart, babe?" (Y/N) laughed, one that was dark and menacingly. "Don't worry. I'll be more than happy to rip you in half."

Without any warning, (Y/N) pressed the head of the toy inside of Stu's ass -- a loud, ear piercing scream ripping through his throat as she shoves her way inside.

"You showed no mercy to those you've slaughtered therefore I'm showing no mercy upon this hole of yours." She snapped as she inched herself deeper and deeper, inch by inch. 

Like a broken record, Stu is gasping and sputtering, words slurring together as he constantly repeats the words; "Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck-" again and again. 

"Can't believe it," the girl muttered as she fucked Stu with the strap, "One of the world's most dangerous killers is taking it in the ass, begging to let loose and cum. Do you think you deserve it? Do you deserve to cum, my helpless little victim?" 

"(Y/N)! I.. I can't. I have to," Stu cried and he did. With another scream escaping his lips, he climaxes with a name of (Y/N) leaving his mouth as ropes of white shoot out from his cock, nearly spraying everywhere. 

(Stu was always messy when he came. Even if he wasn't trying to be, he came nearly everywhere like a fire-hose.) 

The girl then pulls out, dropping the toy as she then crawls over, taking the blindfold off of him as well as uncuffing him. 

"Well... uh... was that okay?" She asked, a flush of heat boiling over to rest upon her cheeks.  

Stu said nothing as he was still trying to catch his breath. Eventually, he nodded and looked over at her with glossy, wet eyes. "That... was the best sex I think we've ever had." 

"Oh, well, I'm not done with you yet." She said with a smirk as she reached over, taking the knife again and the mask. 

"God... I should've told you I was Ghostface months ago had I known this was going to be the reaction..." Stu muttered, a shadow of a smirk taking over his face as he watched (Y/N) place the mask over herself.  

"Ready for round two?" She asked with a smirk. 

[crepesuzette2023]

So whats like the general consensus about Stu and John? Do we think they ever messed around or not?

Ooooh, I won't burn and scar my typing fingers on anything like "general consensus," and my cop-out answer is: depends on who you ask. I mean, if you're living in a world where 'a man being with a woman' = straight, or 'a man who never came out unequivocally as queer' = straight, then John and Stu very much never messed around, and, more importantly, didn't feel the desire to.

But I think if you look at it with an open mind, without being afraid of the possibility, you'll see it's more likely they did than that they didn't.

First, you have John, with his life-long romantic idea of being in love with your creative partner (see: his comments on Yoko and Paul)—an idea that fits Stu seamlessly, and perhaps even started with him. In the Hunter Davies bio, John (in '67) calls Stu Paul's predecessor in the 'my trusted partner in art' role.

There is also this conversation with Stu's girlfriend, Astrid Kircherr, as related by Backbeat director Iain Softley:

Paying tribute to Astrid this week, film director Iain Softley revealed her moving words from his interviews with her when he made 1994 movie Backbeat about her and Stuart’s romance.

They hint at a complex relationship between her, Stuart and John. She said it was only after Stuart died that she and John “took a load of pills” and talked for 12 hours about “all the things on our minds about Stuart”. “‘He was jealous when Klaus and I fancied Stuart more, and took him home and left John out,” she told Iain.

“He told me he really loved Stuart, but was afraid of the feeling.”

Iain adds: “I think she thought he meant as a friend, I don’t think there was any suggestion they were in a relationship. But Stuart had always been John’s best friend, they shared a flat in Liverpool. John would write to Stuart as ‘Jesus Christ to John the Baptist’, in the sense Stuart was showing him the way. He looked up to him.

“There was a sense John didn’t want Stuart taken away from him, he didn’t want Stuart to stay in Hamburg.

“At the same time he was very fond of Astrid, but I think there was a conflict there.”

If John was afraid of the feeling, then I'm thinking he felt something that, at the time, and probably still today, was a scary thing to feel. I'll leave it at that.

Also, they were, what? 18, 19, 20 years old? At that age, odds are you do fool around, even if you regret it afterwards. Nothing wrong with that.

Look at this picture of Stu (r.) with Astrid and Astrid's ex, Klaus Voormann. Klaus, who later said he and Astrid didn't work as a couple because she wanted him to be exactly like her image of him, and whose marriage (to a woman) was a platonic marriage of convenience, according to himself. We have now reached the beautiful stage of come onnn! "Straight" was at the party, but so were many others. These relationships were messy! That's awesome!

And how do we feel about John feeling up Gene Vincent, while Paul and George look on knowingly, and Pete Best blanks out? We feel joyous and unsurprised.

A word about Paul vs. Stu, since we're (sort of) at it.

It's possible (what an understatement) to think of their rivalry as sexual rivalry. This is, once more, hinted at in Backbeat, where Stu is more or less giving away John to Paul.

And yet. I think it was more than that. I think everyone, back then, was fighting for more than a bed-partner. They were fighting for their future, for a life unlike their parents'. Paul was fighting for the band, Stu was fighting for John to join him on his artist's way (even giving 'rock'n'roll' a try), and John..

John was, on the one hand, the person either of the others felt he needed in order to realize his dream. But on the other hand, he was the least decided of the three. He may have perceived that, within the trio, he had the fewest fall-back options: Stu had his obvious, much-mentored artistic talent. Paul had a possible academic future bwxt to his musical talent, plus a clear determination to make it in music. John had talent in spades, but perhaps less of a clear-cut idea of where and how to apply it. So he tried keeping both of them close...?

With fun scenes like these as a result:

John sure is feeling campy/cuddly, while Paul is incandescent with rage. A hot look for both of them.

In the end, we don't know if they ever did fool around. My usual reply in those cases is: I hope they did, if they both wanted it. I hope it was good.

I need to check out this book:

John and Paul look happy.

[chaos-grimlin]

Maybe a stu macher x reader where stu likes the reader but he has to pretend he doesn't because he's with Tatum and every time a guy get close he gets really protective. Soon the reader is assigned a project with a guy and stu convinces billy to do the call/kill thing. The reader defends herself and gets away but is really banged up but the guy wasn't as lucky. The next day at school stu protect her from the press and they start to get closer. Sorry if this is long😬.

Alrighty! Thanks for the request! And dont worry if its long! I dont mind i got nothing else to do! I just love getting requests!!hope it's what you want!if not ill rewrite it

Fuck her i want you~ (Stu macher x fem reader)

(All in 3rd person and is a fem reader like the other request by this person said!)

Stu didn't know if his feelings for her were true or not. At first he thought they were just the shock of having a new person in their friend group after all these years, but, after a few months, Stu realized it wasnt shock... It was love.

Stu was shocked by his own feelings towards Y/n. Stu hasn't felt love in forever, he thought that the feeling of love died when he helped Billy kill Sidneys mother then found out that, if she got in the way, he'd have to kill Tatum too..

So..Stu fell out of love with Tatum, "why love someone youll end up killing?" Stu had always said to himself. And after a bit, he no longer felt the feeling of love, till Y/n came along.

He loved every bit of her. From top to bottom and even her personality. Stu loved it all.

Yet... Stu couldn't be with Y/n...because he had to stay with Tatum in order for Billy's plans to murder Sidney would go right. So all the desperately in love boy could do was watch as his feelings for you grew to the point that suffocated him.

Stu would watch Y/n from afar, watching her every step..stalking her.

Y/n was never aware of this, she'd always feel eyes watching her, but she never knew it was her bestfriend. Y/n would never expect Stu to stalk her..but..she did find one thing odd about him..

Stu always showed up as if on purpose when some guy or girl got too close, too flirty, or too touchy with her.

Y/n thought Stu was just being a good friend, protecting her from creeps, when in reality, Stu was becoming obsessed with her and didn't want anyone to take her from him..it got to the point Stu would spit out threats to Randy or Billy if they got too close or too touchy...Stu would do anything to keep her from being taken..

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"So, tonight at 6?" A brown haired boy asked Y/n as he raised an eyebrow at her.

Y/n nodded her head with a smile as she clutched her books tightly agaisnt her chest. "Yes! 6. Ill have everything set out and ready by then" Y/n said. "Alrighty then, see ya later" the boy said with a wave before turning on his heels and walking off.

Little did they know that Stu keep a sharp eye on them both, listening to every word that was spoken.

Stu watched at the boy walked off, fist pumping the air as he did.

Stu felt anger boil inside of him. "Why was HE going to HER house?!" Stu asked himself as he bit the inside of his cheek and clenched his fist tightly. That lowlife couldn't take her from him!

Stu's breathing became unsteady as he watched the boy walk up to his friends and start laughing and talking.

"Stu! You okay?" A gruff voice called out.

Stu cranned his neck and looked behind him, only to see his partner in crime, Billy Loomis.

"No im not fine" Stu said through gritted teeth and he fixated his eyes back onto the boy.

"Well what the hell is wrong?" Billy asked with a sigh. "That boy..the one with the Letterman jacket and brown shoulder length hair.. Hes going over to Y/n's tonight" Stu hissed out. "Okay...and?" Billy asked, not seeing why his friend was so pissed off.

"What of he tries something? What if he hurts her Billy?" Stu answered Billy's question with more questions. "Stu... They just have a proje-" "i dont care he shouldnt be going to her house!" Stu said, Cutting Billy off then turning around to face him. "You cant kill everyone who goes around her" Billy argued "it would give us away" he added. Stu rolled his eyes like a toddler. Billy knew that if Stu killed every girl or guy that got close to Y/n it would give them both away and neither of them wanted to end up in jail just yet.

"Just this once?" Stu pleaded. Billy let a long sigh escape his lips as he pinched the bridge of nose. "Fine..."

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Y/n swayed to the music that played through out her house as she got ready to start of her project. She laid out paper, glue, scissors, tape, snacks, and more.

Y/n hummed along to the music as she sat down a bowl of chips. And right at that moment her phone rung.

Y/ns eyes snapped over to the phone before she skipped over to the phone, took it off the hook and pressed it to her ear. "Hellllo?" Y/n said as she popped a chip onto her mouth.

"Well hello there" a deep distorted voice said from the other side of the line. "Heh, who is this?" Y/n said as she twirled the phone cord around her pointer finger. "Who is this?" The man said, asking the same question.

"Well..this is Y/n L/n, you may be looking for my parents... Mr and Mrs L/n" Y/n said, trailing off slightly. "Oh no no your who I was looking for" the man called out. "Oh..well...who is this?" Y/n asked again, tapping her foot onto the ground. "Oh well dont worry about that... All you need to know is that i know you and you know me." the voice purred out.

At that time there was a knock on the door. "Oh i gotta go! Bye bye" Y/n said quickly as she hung the phone back onto the hook, letting the call disconnect.

Y/n rushed over to the front door and fumbled as she opened it.

"Hey!" Y/n said as her e/c eyes locked onto a pair of green ones.

"Hey " the boy said.

Y/n moved out of the way and let the boy walk in, not knowing that she was being watched.

Stu and Billy sat behind a bundle of bushes. Stu lowered the voice changer and gripped the burner phone tightly in his hand, so tightly it could have cracked the screen. "Calm down dont get your panties in a wad, he'll be dead soon" Billy huffed out as he pulled the white father death mask over his face.

"He needs to be dead soon.." Stu said.

Billy signed. He had never seen his side of Stu.. The side that wanted people that were not involved dead...

"Go.. Ill call her again" Stu said as he held the voice changer close to his lips and the phone to his ear.

"So how do you wanna do this?" Y/n asked as she fixed her shorts. "Hm.. I was thinking we could do everything on a timelinish scale, but...spice it up ya know?" The boy said as he took his Letterman jacket off and laid it on the floor beside him.

"Nice jacket" Y/n said as he eyes trailed over the jacket. "Oh..uh..thanks" the boy choked out. "Were did you get it?" She asked. "I played football here last year so i got it." The boy said with a shrug. "Ah cool! Also what was your name again?" Y/n asked, going off topic. "Oliver"

(No not a character from scream i made Oliver up)

Y/n nodded, and once she did, the phone rang again.

A sight escaped her lips as she forced a smile. "Ill be back" she said before standing up and walking to the phone and picking it up. "Hello" she said.

"Hello again pretty lady" the same distorted voice said through the phone. "Okay, who the hell is this?" She said, putting her hand on her hip. "Oh no one but a secret admirer of yours." The voice cooed. Y/n was at a loss for words. He struggled to regain her voice. "Hey, stop calling me okay? Im busy" "DONT YOU HANG UP ON ME"

At that, Y/n froze. "Yeah.. Now you listen.."

Y/n stayed quiet.

"I know you wanna go back and have...fun...with that boy you carelessly let in...but! You are mine! If anyone tries to take you from me i swear their organs will be spread all over town.. You hear me?!"

Out of panic, Y/n slammed that phone down onto the hook. "Help me lock the doors and windows!" Y/n choked out as she rushed to the side window and shut the latch. "What? Why?" Oliver questioned. "HELP ME LOCK THE DOORS AND WINDOWS DAME IT!" Y/n screeched out as she looked at Oliver.

Oliver nodded as he rushed off and locked the front door.

Y/n looked back at the window, only for her blood to run cold as she was met with the dark black eyes of the father death mask.

A scream escaped her throat as the masked person punched the glass, breaking it.

Y/n stumbled back as the person pulled theirself through the broken window.

"RUN!" Y/n screamed as she started running.

Y/n rushed to the front door as Oliver looked back and saw the person.

Oliver's eyes went wide as he fumbled with the lock. "Fuck fuck fuck" the boy muttered as he soon opened the door.

Y/n grabbed ahold of his hand as they both ran. Y/n stole a glance back only to see the person running at full speed at her at Oliver.

Y/n forced her legs to run faster but, in the end, like every tragic story..

Her feet caught onto each other and she fell, bringing Oliver down with her.

Y/ns head hit the concrete road, scraping at her exposed skin.

Oliver stumbled, but didn't fall.

"Um..they are catching up to us..GET THE FUCK UPP" Oliver screamed as he pulled Y/n up by her arm and practically dragged her up.

Y/ns head was spinning as she ran.

She head bellowing footsteps right behind her, and what followed was pain rushing through her back.

A blood curdling scream left her throat as the knife the person had sliced down her back.

Y/n felt the blood trickle down her body as the person grabbed her wrist, pulled her away from Oliver and carelessly threw her to the floor.

Y/n's head bounced off the road as she was thrown.

Her head was throbbing and her vision was fading in and out, and before long, she lost conciousness, the last the she flet before she passed out was blood peppering her skin....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~time skip to maybe 2 weeks later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/n slowly walking up to Woodsboro high, her brain still foggy since she had just left the hospital.

Her conscious was overloaded with guilt as she saw countless news reporters lining around the school, doing reports on the brutal murder of Oliver..

Y/n flet tears flood into her eyes as she hung her head low.

"Y/n!" A voice called out.

Y/n peered up and saw Stu rushing up to her, a concerned look dawning his face.

Stu had told Billy not to hurt her,but, he sliced her back.

Y/n was quick to rush up to Stu and engulf him into a tight hug, burying her face in his chest as tears pooled from her eyes.

Stu froze for a second before he quickly hugged Y/n back, pulling her closer to him.

This is what Stu wanted..

Stu yearned for her touch..he longed to feel you near him..and now he got what he wanted.

"Y/n!!" A pitchy voice rang out.

Y/n pulled away from Stu as she saw a flood of news reporters start to swarm her.

"Is it true Oliver woods was murdered in front of you?" "Was there a reason the killer spared you?" "Is what what you told police true?!"

Y/n felt her brain overload as she watched at the cameras that were on her and all the microphones that were shoved into her face.

"Leave her alone!" Stu hissed out as he pulled Y/n to his side and started to force himself and her through the crowd of news reporters.

Y/n gripped onto stu like a child as they walked.

Y/n toned out all their questions. And soon, she no longer was surrounded by reporters.

Y/n looked up at Stu with tear filled eyes as he looked down at her.

"Hey don't cry.. They arent going to bother you.. Im here to help you " he said softly as he cupped her cheek and used his thumb to wipe away her stray tears.

Y/n felt..calm... Around Stu..

Like all her worry and guilt dripped off her bones when Stu came around.

"Thanks" she whispered...

And at that... Y/n hardly ever left his side..

they became clsoer and closer and Stu fell more in love..

And he knew for a fact that he would have her after Billy kills Tatum...

[xunforseenthreatx]

Obsessed!reader x billy x stu

Tw: obsessed!reader, stalking, harassing, creep behavior, murder, Stockholm syndrome, typical dark content. in this the murders take place in college; characters are aged up. 

Headcanons: 

- This all started after a party Stu and Billy had. You were instantly attracted to both of them after talking with the pair about horror movies, Love at first sight as you called it. Your boys were perfect and you would stop at nothing to make them yours.  You started with making sure every class you took was with one or both of them and hung out with them as often as you could. Then, it got worse. You started to follow them after school and memorized their favorite restaurants, colors, and small details about them that they don't even know about each other. Eventually, You'd figure out they were Ghostface. it didn't take along, You basically watch them murder your peers. This only added fuel to your desire; You just knew you had to help your boys finish what they started or even maybe as blackmail if they didn't love you willingly . 

-You also had a thing with grabbing their jackets and taking them or taking a look through Sidney's window when Billy was there. For Stu, you just went to his home to watch him. You had been gifted with a Kodak eos 3 and you used that to snap photos of the boys or them killing. Your favorites ended up in a box where you kept their jackets and hoodies or other personal belongings you managed to grab. 

- Then, the "gifts" started about month three,once you had an inkling that Billy was catching on. You started to leave photos of them killing on their porch with a horror movie  or their favorite candies.  Some with notes about how cute they looked or even ramblings about how much you loved them and why. to you, it was sweet love notes. To Billy, it was his worst nightmare, more so in the fuck we got caught way.  

- Billy was freaked the fuck out; He got very paranoid after the gifts started and even started delaying the killing. He was obsessed with finding out who you were. Stu, on the other hand, was very indifferent about it. To him, you just wanted in their pants, he didn't understand how deeply you fell for them yet. If anything, it was flattering to the lanky weirdo.  

 - You had done an excellent job of covering your tracks and sneaking around so the pair had a hard time catching you. You were so good at acting shocked and concerned for them when Stu rambled about it during a smoke sesh. That was until Billy finally put the dots together 8 months after your obsession started. His first hint was he noticed your behavior shifted after he got with Sidney, You seemed to get meaner to her. Purposely giving her wrong answers, making passively rude comments towards her, avoiding her, and you getting sweeter to him and Stu. He noticed your eyes would never leave his hands if he was touching Sid and the  same when Stu would touch whoever he was fucking that week, currently it was Tatum. Billy soon realized who their lovely stalker was during another horror movie marathon at your house. He was looking through your closet for some blankets and by chance, he moved a back panel that had the box with their personal belongings. Billy looked through the pictures you had taken and clicked his tongue. "Shit." the box was damning, he thought it was Randy or one of Casey bitch ass friends. He acted as if he didn't have a clue and went back downstairs to enjoy the movies. On the outside, he was normal Billy, On the inside, he was thinking about what the fuck to do with you. 

 - However, You were ahead of them and planned this out before Billy realized your little scheme. You added some sedatives to their drinks and snacks. Once they were both out, You got started on putting Billy in a guest room and tying him up. Then Stu was placed in your bedroom and tied up as well. Once  you felt that the boys were safe and secure, You walked back into the main living area and started cleaning up from the movie marathon. 

- Stu was more calm about being kidnapped by you, he honestly just kept hitting on you and was whiny about the rope being too tight; It was so cute it made your heart swell. Billy, on the other hand, was pissed. He threatened to gut you a few times but you just giggled at him and padded his cheek. This only pissed him off more, you better hope he doesn't get out. 

- Stu would be the first to fall into Stockholm syndrome. He would quickly return your intense feelings for them. Billy would take awhile: the fact you were able to pull this off impressed him but his pride was hurt that you were able to pull one over on him. Eventually, Billy would also gain an obsession with you, just as Stu had. You became theirs, just like you wanted. 

[always-andromeda]

i come to you in my lowliest form and still recovering from yesterday wondering if you can do strawberry creme for klitz🥺

– 𝐒𝐢𝐱

𝐓𝐢𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐊𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐳 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: listen. when Sophia sends in a request. I am obligated to drop everything and fulfill it. because that is what we do on this account. (lmao truly, I hope this hits the spot for you, sweetheart. I love and adore you and I will always do anything I can to help you feel better <3).

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: complete and utter fluff, nothing else I can think of!

A first kiss for Klitz...is probably one of the scariest things he could ever think of. It's on the same level as failing his finals or coming to school naked. An absolute nightmare.

It's why he put it off for as long as he possibly could.

It's nothing against you, truly. It's his own insecurities shining through. Which is also why he swears to himself that he won't even try to kiss you until he's completely sure of his own abilities.

He practiced approximately one time on his own hand before experiencing such a thorough, full body convulsion of disgust. Klitz was rushing to the bathroom immediately afterwards and scrubbing his hands multiple times over, trying to get rid of the awkwardness of the whole thing.

But he couldn't help his own desperation. And he'd be so embarrassed if you ever initiated anything or even hinted at wanting him to make a move.

You're at the movies with him and he's hesitant to do the arm maneuver, not wanting you to assume that it'll progress to a full makeout session.

He's terrified of dropping you off afterwards when you give him that wide eyed look. Expectant. That's the only thing he could see in that expression.

That's when he pulled out his best defense: a nice, innocent hug. You couldn't go wrong with a hug, right? He got to feel your chest against his and got a covert little whiff of your hair and you'd be satisfied with that level of contact for now...right? Surely he'd staved off the wrath of the kissing gods for yet another day.

He attempted to cement it in place with a polite, "I had a great time tonight. Same time again next week?"

"Uh-huh, I guess," you sighed.

Success.

Klitz pulled back and swerved around quickly, hoping you wouldn't catch a glimpse of his beet red face.

Then you said softly, "Do you not like me or something?"

He swore he felt his heart drop to his feet as he turned slowly on his heel, already nervously playing with the sleeves of his jacket. "...huh?"

"If you don't actually like me, you can tell me. I would really prefer that over you just wasting my time every weekend."

Klitz blinked fast, snapping himself out of his nervous haze. "No! I don't– I mean, I do like you. A lot! I like you a lot. And I swear that I'm not wasting your–"

"Then why won't you just kiss me already?"

And that was how the bomb dropped. Of course you said it. He should've known you would. But he didn't have time to berate himself for his lack of foresight. The only explanation he could manage to give was, "I...I didn't want to be bad at it."

"So you'd rather me think that you don't even want to kiss me?"

"I just– I don't know, okay? I wanted to be good at it. You...you deserve a good first kiss."

Klitz kept his eyes averted, his nose twitching as he tried to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. You were quiet and he could only imagine how you must've been seething at him. How could I have been so stu–?

"Any kiss with you would be a good kiss, Klitzy," you replied.

He looked up at you over the tops of his glasses. "Really?"

"Yeah."

"…okay."

Finally, Klitz held his head up; burning cheeks proudly exposed so you could truly see all of the too strong feelings that he'd held inside for fear of disappointing you. Suddenly, those worries seemed so silly to him.

It seemed hilarious, actually, as he strode forward and did the most confident thing he thought he'd ever done in his entire life. He actually kissed you.

Luckily, kissing you was nothing like failing finals or coming to school naked or any other nightmare his mind constructed for him. It was just...you. And him. Kissing.

He didn't dare introduce his tongue this time around; the idea of being like one of those horny couples in the hall shoving their tongue down each other's throats made him want to curl up into a ball and wither away. He kept it simple, placing little fervent kisses on your mouth as he cupped your face.

There may not have been any frills to it, but when he felt like he needed a breather, he was delighted to find that he could hardly see you through the fog that had formed over his glasses.

And he was even more delighted to hear you laugh.

Klitz chuckled along with you and squinted at you through his lenses. "So...how was that?" he asked.

"I mean...do you want me to rate it or something?"

"Yeah, sure. That works."

As the fog started to dissipate, he caught your nose scrunching up as you thought about it. Then you answered, "I'd say a solid six."

"A six?!" Klitz exclaimed.

"Oh, well, what would you rate it?"

"I don't know. Something higher than a six," he said, trying not to let his tone sound too offended.

You giggled again and gave him one last little peck. "I promise, you'll get plenty more chances to score better than a six, Klitzy."

And that...that sounded pretty good to him.

[moonsb1996]

Strange things happened in MHA and I want to talk about them.

hello everyone ! I'm not dead yet and I'm back to complaining about MHA again, this time. "Double standards" Yes, what we often see among fans starts with the first person. Continuous cases of blood loss and death

A long time ago I came across a funny phrase from Toga's fan club. The gist is: “The old man and the middle school girl are two people in the middle of nowhere. The old man is dead. Who is more suspicious?” (I will tell you. he is saying The person who died in Toga Himiko's opening scene was a pervert = deserved to die)

For the above reasons? That made me scratch my head at myself. How can you be sure that the deceased really was someone who had sex with a high school girl? It's true that the location of his death was hidden from the eyes of many contemporaries, but you don't know that in… Japan has a career called "Girlfriend for Rent," which I think some high school girls actually choose to do because it pays. And their job is to just walk around and talk, but there's definitely nothing sexual in them. MHA is a manga that takes place in Japan If the deceased wasn't a pervert who had sex with a high school girl. But what about students or human uncles (?) who use the "girlfriend rental" service?

human uncles (?) who use the "girlfriend rental" service? But the actual service is too expensive, and Giran might be the one who recommended it. (The MHA world is not that black and white, you know that. No need to think about how to contact him.) Then Toga took care of it. Murder them. The police didn't know why because it was some kind of underground contract or something like Giran, wanting someone to die just found a way to give it to Toga. And she murdered and got blood to suck

Here I will say Can't have double standards, like the other person who said that the people in MHA deserve to die. (That idiot said that small children were not involved. But do you really think that LOV will be kind and not kill children?!) Look at the Skeptik that hacked the system to stop public transport systems that had small children in them because of the saying " The people who agree with the heroes are the ones who are not necessary to the new world. This bastard was going to kill the child inside without feeling anything! Is this what LOV did right by killing the people along with the hero society in MHA?

Gary Stu Bakugou Fuck Katsuki.

Damn Bakugo or Kacchan who is far superior to a hundred Andromeda universes put together. The best of the best, even Midoriya Izuku, was only Kacchan's paws. A very smart idiot. go to bed on time A great role model from Eri. A student dedicated to being a hero Even if it means shouting at the person jumping from the building, "If you're going to kill yourself, go somewhere else!" is the No. 1 hero that the entire universe will have to climb on his ant-sized dick!

But that's normal for Kacchan. Don't bully Kacchan, wah wah! If Hori were to write Bakugo, damn Katsuki as an unrivaled MC. Go ahead and write it so it's alone in the MHA universe! Readers like us won't have to waste time reading this! And those who say Kacchan doesn't like being called Kacchan. Do you not sympathize with Kacchan? Wa, wah! And how does Izuku really like the name "Deku"? That is an asshole. Katsuki is ready to cum on his cock! Double standards! oh ! I forgot. Bakugo, damn Kacchan's feelings are more important than Izuku's feelings, as are those who say that Toga's "normality" involves stabbing people with knives. There is nothing wrong with her! Bringing your head close to me, I want to use it as a place to vomit for a moment. It makes me remember a fan comic. That Bakugo had an argument with Izuku about something. (Curses Izuku again) And then he seems to meet Toga. Bakugo asks who Toga is and she answers. “I'm Izuku-kun's stalker!” Bakugou said, “Okay, that's fine!” Whore! This is all you guys ask for. Stroker looks good, no problem! Believe it or not, even if Toga were a man. These brainiacs will still scream to the point of orgasm. Thank you for reading until the end.

[sapphic-agent]

In relation to your (awesome) write up of Izuku, I want to address the victim blaming (I'm not sure if that's the right word, but I honestly can't think of anything else) that both the narrative and parts of the fandom tend to place on him.

Bakugou bullies Izuku due to his Quirklessness? Well, obviously Izuku didn't properly communicate his feelings with him, so he gets the blame for that!

Aizawa refuses to give Izuku the time of day outside of criticisms and putdowns? Well, obviously Izuku's refusing to properly get a handle on OFA, so the Problem Child nickname is warranted!

Sir Nighteye takes Izuku as an intern with the sole purpose of breaking down his confidence to the point that he gives up OFA? Well, he was being selfish in offering Mirio OFA (an actual take I saw) and Mirio was way better anyway!

Recovery Girl witholds medical treatment from Izuku? Well, it's his own fault for not having control over OFA!

I would certainly call it victim blaming, especially in regards to Bakugou.

The characters, plot, and fans have a tendency to try to make it as though Izuku is an active participant in his and Bakugou's rivalry. Except he isn't. He has stated multiple times that he doesn't want to compete with Bakugou. He doesn't provoke Bakugou, he barely talks to him prior to D vs K part 2. But for some reason, Bakugou's aggression towards him is a problem that he has to take blame for.

Every single time, it's been Bakugou who's instigated a confrontation between them. And yet for some reason, Izuku is the one who has to take responsibility. He's the one who has to figure out how to get Bakugou to cooperate. Everyone, Aizawa especially, makes it out like Izuku is part of the problem when he never did anything wrong.

The Problem Child nickname came about right before the Shie Hassakai Raid because Aizawa claimed he couldn't trust Izuku after Kamino. But you know what a major problem with this is? Kirishima is right in the room with them. Kirishima was also part of that rescue plan, in fact it was his idea. So why is Izuku being the only one scolded for it? Why is he the Problem Child?

Idk what Aizawa has against Izuku, but no matter what the kid does he's wrong in his eyes.

I think people really miss the point of Mirio's character. Yes, he would have made a fine holder. But Mirio is someone who's worked hard to master the quirk he was born with. He took pride in what he was given and I would say he even loved his quirk. He would have never taken OFA even if All Might did choose him because he doesn't want anyone else's power, he's content with the one he put years of work into.

That's literally what Sir Nighteye realizes as he dies. That Mirio deserves to be looked at as more than a potential successor to All Might. That he's his own hero.

But that doesn't make Izuku selfish. This is such a bizarre take because I would say this makes him selfless. He was willing to give up his dream so that Mirio could still live out his because Mirio was a true hero. He was doing what he thought was the right thing.

Recovery Girl is the only one I can kind of defend here. She was trying to push Izuku into being more careful with and mindful of his body. That being said, she went about it in the entirely wrong way. As not only a pro hero but a school nurse, it's her job to help anyone she can recover. It's not her right to pick and choose. And Izuku was put into situations where it was entirely unavoidable. It was either break his arms or him and Kota both die. He didn't have a lot of choices.

I think a lot of this comes from the idea that Izuku is a Gary Stu (false) so Horikoshi constantly gives him flack from other characters

[warp-au]

WHY HAS NOBODY ASKED ANYTHING!?!?

Bill.

WHAT IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE!?

Bill calm down.

AREN'T WE INTERESTING ENOUGH FOR THESE LOWLIFES!?-

BILL SHUT UP. It hasn't even been 24 hours yet, be grateful we've gotten any likes.

But I'm bored. You said these people found me interesting.

Yeah I also said there's millions of people out there so slow your roll and chill out, questions will come in for us soon, in the meantime how about we tell some of our stories? I know you enjoy that.

...very well blue, oh I got a good one! How about the time when you went to the Slasher universe and got into MAJOR beef with Ghostface?

I remember that, fond memories, I remember I believe I was actually hanging out with Sid so it must've been Scream 1.

Yeah it was, I already knew that!

You remembered that?

You knocked out Stu and forced him to watch the FNAF movie, how can I forget that?

....

You forgot that part didn't you?

Well sorry it's hard to recall anything past getting smashed over the head with a dining room chair and throwing Billy and Randy out of a window. Macher and Loomis are lucky I didn't let Sid kill them like in the canon.

I still don't understand why you let them all live, it would've been so fun to burn the place down.

They'll live to suffer more agony then their deaths would've brought to them. Plus nothing was better than watching Myers throw Loomis like a ragdoll. :)

Or the looks on their faces when they saw me!

That too. I haven't been checking in on things over there lately, I hope everything is fine.

Don't worry blue I've been filling in for ya!

...Bill what have I said about showing up at the asylum?

BUT THEIR FACES!-

God what am I gonna do with you..

:)

Well I guess to explain to the reader what exactly "the asylum" is-

Blue and I collect insane people like you humans collect Pokemon!

After the gates started opening Afterlife was dealing with a very strong wave of killers and the amount of deaths was causing mass hysteria so me along with the rest of the deities decided to capture and contain these anomalous beings, from creepypastas to serial killers, Dahlia Asylum is one of the things that keeps our worlds safe, think Arkham Asylum meets SCP foundation.

And blue is in charge of the asylum and the task forces sent out to capture them all!

Bill himself was once a resident of the asylum, one of the more problematic ones at that, another reason he's with me.

Let's not talk about that right now k blue?

Yeah, another time Bill..

I'm gonna go check on dinner or annoy pinetree or something.

I thought you wanted to talk to people?

Maybe next time.

Very well then, we'll be going now, enjoy your life till next time dear reader and goodbye!<3

[otnesse]

Replying in a separate post since, aside from the original post no longer existing, it also was reblogged initially by ****IrisHatersSay, and I've been blocked by her:

"Anonymous asked: I'm not an XY fanboy but you're an Iris fangirl who sees nothing wrong with her being handed a PSEUDO LEGENDARY because she's your Mary-Sue self-insert. She has no development and rarely got called out on her crap. You wanna talk about a Black Hole Sue, why didn't Ash put her in her place? He has more experience, yet he regressed. Ash had NOTHING going for him in BW, he should be badass after beating 2 legendaries. Ash never beat Alain and struggled with Ash-Greninja, not a Gary-Sue."

"azelmaandeponine answered:

image GIF by fireheartaw Wow, I can’t believe you brought this garbage into my inbox. Actually, this fandom is riddled with misogyny and racism, so I can totally believe it.

First of all, Iris was not “just handed” Dragonite. She found a wild Pokémon and bonded with it over the course of the episode. Also, good of you to ignore that Dragonite didn’t even obey Iris right off the bat, meaning she still had quite a bit of work to do as its trainer. They didn’t just hand her a perfect win button.

You know who was “just handed” a Pokémon? Dawn. Funny how no one calls her out on this (Note: I don’t dislike Dawn).

And there is no such thing as a “pseudo-legendary” in the anime. Pokémon ARE NOT bits of data with stats in the anime, so they have no BSTs. Dragonite is just another Pokémon. Or are you just ignoring that time in the anime when Ash’s Pikachu defeated a Dragonite?

And while I won’t deny I love Iris, she isn’t even my favorite female companion. That’s May (though I haven’t caught up with SuMo, and Lillie’s giving her competition). Favorite female character? Jessie.

Iris literally has tons of development. She learns to apologize and not prioritize winning over her partner, she gradually opens up and trusts her friends more. Her teasing of Ash gets more affectionate as the series goes on. It’s more akin to family squabbling. Also, Iris is on the immature side herself, but she IS correct to say Ash is just like a little kid. Anyways, my dad and I call each other kids all the time. My younger brother calls me a kid a lot, too. I’m an adult. It’s not a big deal. Iris’s arc is about learning to empathize with others, which makes her a better trainer.

She’s an empath who has trouble empathizing with other people and Pokémon.

And her catchphrase is a direct result of her past. She was ostracized at the Academy for her wild behavior, so she internalized that was desperate to be not be seen as “such a kid”.

She’s certainly not a Mary Sue, not is she my self-insert.

And seriously, “put her in her place?” Good to know that you’re a misogynist who thinks that girls who dare to call out their male companions on their mistakes need to be “put in their place”.

“He should be badass after beating two legendaries”

No. He leaves all his Pokémon at Oak’s except for Pikachu, who always gets reset at each saga. Guess what? You are not the target audience of this show. Children are. That’s why each saga is self-contained. and not to be that person, but XY’s rating in Japan took a huge plummet.

“He lost to Alain”

image That is irrelevant. He can still lose and be a Gary Stu.

And Ash-Greninja itself is bullshit. It adds to Ash’s Specialness™ points, because he and Greninja are the only ones in the entire anime able to do this. There aren’t even other examples mentioned in passing. Ash and Greninja are the first. It also comes out of nowhere and is poorly developed. That’s the hallmark of a Gary Stu."

I'm willing to side with the second user on Iris (she might have gotten Dragonite early, but 1. she did still have to struggle to train it as well, and 2., she's already established to be something of a prodigy, so she really doesn't qualify as a Mary Sue especially regarding that bit. If anything, Dawn came closer to that with Togekiss. As far as her catchphrase, I may have my issues with it, but Iris herself isn't the reason I have issues with it [I agree with her on that front if anything], it's more that they royally screwed up with Ash that saga by turning him into a colossal idiot.). But not in regards to Ash.

Look, even when I was an actual kid, I genuinely hated continuity problems or bad writing (enough times that if anything my parents often got annoyed at my nitpicking and told me to just enjoy watching something), and I know if I watched some of the stuff that was mentioned at 8, for example, I'd be pretty ticked off at seeing Ash lose against characters who he shouldn't even be able to lose against by this point. Ash's Pikachu beating Drake's Dragonite and losing to Gary at least worked due to it being more of a team effort that Ash took down Dragonite, with Pikachu merely landing the final blow. Ash and Pikachu single-handedly one-shotting a Regice (which, freshly caught or not was STILL a powerhouse of its own level thanks to it being a full-fledged legendary, which even in the anime is nothing to sneeze at), however, definitely can't work for having Pikachu lose and/or struggle in the manner he was shown doing in DP (it's still bad writing no matter HOW you slice it). If they REALLY wanted to keep Ash struggling in DP, at least have it be so that, I don't know, Charizard managing to inflict burn status on Regice before being taken out and then Pikachu taking out a softened Regice. At least there, Pikachu struggling would make more sense since it indicated Pikachu merely took out a legendary that was already softened up a bit. So saying Pokemon was a kids show marketed towards children unfortunately isn't enough to make that work (Dragon Ball was ALSO a kids show as well, yet they still made an ACTUAL effort to maintain continuity). And quite frankly, if they really wanted each saga to be self-contained, they really should have just replaced Ash with the main character from the actual games at AG rather than waiting until recently with Horizons. At least there, we wouldn't have to worry about it breaking continuity. Besides, people could still access DVDs back then. I'd know because I have the entire Kanto League as a DVD set, maybe also Orange Islands as well, and I'm pretty sure Japan had a similar means of accessing them in video format.

And while I have my issues with XY, I wouldn't call Ash's rendition there a Gary Stu. Even ignoring Alain, he DID end up losing to some of the Gym Leaders, even was genuinely challenged by them (a stark contrast to AG, where he pretty much mowed them down starting with Flannery). In fact, one of the few good points about XY is that it restored the Gym Leaders' reputations of being obstacles rather than essentially JJM clones in a manner that actually WAS believable after AG and BW crapped on them (DP came close, but considering that also was the result of Ash and Pikachu taking a nosedive in competency despite taking out a Regice, and not even with help unlike with Drake's Dragonite, that really wasn't a good example ultimately). If ANY incarnation of Ash came close to being a Gary Stu, it was his AG incarnation, especially after he took down the Gym Leaders WAY too easily starting with Flannery (and to make matters worse, he ended up staying in place at Hoenn that he did in Johto, meaning his winning streak was downright pointless, and thus comes across as EXTREMELY poorly developed as well.). And don't get me started on how Ash in AG ALSO got some of the other bits pertaining to Gary Stu in an arguably more blatant manner (like Ash using Aura in Movie 8, or how he ended up being a Spotlight Stealing Squad in Movie 9 and having to save the day in a movie that otherwise starred May, and May herself literally being reduced in overall character despite that [and if anything, how she was handled in that movie literally ended any chance at my liking May as well].).

[wasawattpadkid]

Housewife

Part - 15

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: Poly! ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating, homophobic slang, word "suicide" is used

Part 1

They said you'd be okay, that everything would be fine. The bubble you so happily lived in for a week burst within seconds of stepping into that building. You drove to the school telling Billy to take his car driving separately with Stu. No one could know about your relationship with the boys. It made you all seem suspicious. Billy and Stu just lost their girlfriends in a brutal attack they wouldn't be holding hands with you. Stu didn't like the fact he couldn't be himself around you. To him, nothing changed. There would be a lack of banter during lunch but that was about it to him.

Billy agreed with you. It wouldn't seem right with all of you laughing and carrying on especially if it's your first day back. You'd be a celebrity to the drama-hungry teenagers. As much as Billy hated that fact there was nothing he could do about it. After a couple of weeks, things would die down and you all could move on. Logistically it made sense. Guy loses his girlfriend and confides in one of the few people who truly understood what he went through. It was trauma bonding he thought.

You picked at your dress sitting in the plastic chair you were assigned. Everyone stared. You didn't look traumatized to them. No, Betty Crocker looked completely fine. Best dressed as always. You heard the whispers, the rumors. The most popular one is that you and Stu were running around behind Tatum. Tatum saw you two at the party going at it and there was a fight. How a cheating scandal got her caught in a doggy door was not explained. In high school, rumors didn't need facts or details. The kids ran with whatever hurt someone the most. Surprisingly Billy Loomis was being made out as a hero. Once again the world thought he could do no wrong.

Keeping your head down and your hopes up you tried to get through the day. The first period blew by without a single thing learned and so the did the second and third. With books in hand, you walked the hallways making your way to fourth period. That's when you saw him. The group of girls some of them cheerleaders crowded around your boyfriend. Stu with a smile answered their questions trying to keep up this sorrowful widowed boyfriend act. Something about the scene made your blood boil. It wasn't cheating, you had told both him and Billy to keep their distance from you. To play their part. It didn't stop you from being upset at him for eating up the attention though.

Stu saw you storm off to your next class. He frowned wondering what asshole made you so upset. Your books hit the desk with a thud making the boy next to your desk jump. "Rough day?" He asked as you threw yourself down in the seat. You wanted to snap at him but hadn't done anything wrong yet. "It hasn't been great." You huffed as the teacher started talking. "What happened?" He whispered. Was he living under a rock for the past three weeks? Every state at this point heard about the gruesome Woodsboro massacre. Your name was in every newspaper in town. If by some chance he didn't know, you didn't want to bring it up. You wrote a note on the inside of your notebook holding it up so he could read. "High school." He read aloud making you close your eyes with a sigh. "Sorry." He whispered still talking.

He stuck out his hand waiting for you to shake it. "My name's Chase." You looked at the teacher with his back turned before you shook his hand. "Y/n." Chase pulled his hand back with a smile. He went to speak before he ripped a piece of paper out of his binder. He passed you a note that read "Nice to meet you." You smiled slipping the note into your pocket as the teacher turned around. The class was much more manageable having someone to talk to. The lunch bell rang as everyone stood up. "Are you grabbing lunch?" Chase asked walking out of the classroom next to you. "I bring my own." The blonde boy followed you to your locker watching you put away your books switching them for your lunch box. "I had one of those in elementary school!"

He looked at your Looney Toons lunchbox with wonder. You laughed remembering how the men you lived with made fun of the bright red box that morning. "My dad got it for me years ago." You headed outside as your conversation with Chase continued. Billy and Stu sat on the water fountain arguing over TV shows. "Fuck off no one watched Home Improvement for the plot. Name one other character besides Pamela Anderson." Stu blanked for a moment making Billy clap his hands together. "Thank you." Billy said having his point proven. That painfully red lunchbox caught his eye and a smile appeared on his face. Immediately disappearing seeing the blonde boy standing next to you.

"Are you sitting with anyone? You could have lunch with me and my girlfriend." He pointed over to a tree on the lawn. "Thank you but I'm eating with some friends of mine." He nodded. "Cool. I'll see you tomorrow then." Chase headed over to the tree seeing his girlfriend waiting for him. You watched the two hug each other getting a little jealous of people you didn't even know. It must be nice to be able to just be normal teenagers. You wouldn't trade what you had with the guys but you did wonder sometimes how much different things would be if all this hadn't happened.

"Hey, Betty!" Stu smiled at you as you sat down next to Billy. "My day could not have been any worse." You groaned opening up your lunch. "You seemed to be having fun with your new friend." Billy sat with his fingers interlocked and his elbows on his knees. It didn't take much to let everyone around him know he was pissed.

"Who Chase? I just met him in 4th period. You don't have to worry he's got a girlfriend." You picked up your sandwich taking a bite. Stu didn't mind you making friends as long as he and Billy were top priority. "That didn't stop you with me." Stu's eyes widened at his partner's words. You sat your food down thinking about what he just said. The sudden hostility wasn't a surprise. "You're saying this was my fault?" The air around you was calm and collected. You couldn't afford to make a scene. "I'm saying a guy having a girlfriend didn't stop you before." Stu nudged Billy's shoulder trying to get him to stop. "Come on man." Stu's neck tensed as he looked around. "There we go. You're blaming someone else for your fuck up. Billy, babe you've got to come up with something more original." You closed your lunch box losing your appetite.

To Billy, your behavior was only trying to piss him off further. It was Stu who saw your hands start to shake. You were strong, both men knew that but only Stu knew how easily you covered up your emotions. "My fuck up?" Billy sat up straight looking at you with bemusement. "You knew I was taken but that didn't keep you from flaunting your shit around in those dresses and writing your number on my hand, did it? You even helped murder my girlfriend just so you wouldn't be left alone. You're the same girl you were in middle school. Just a Stepford wife who will do anything just to have someone care about her." Billy smiled thinking he won the argument.

Your hand collided with Billy's face. The smack made everyone around you three stare at the pathetic spectacle. Stu covered his mouth in shock. Tears threated to fall as you stood up. Billy held his cheek as you walked back into the building. All his words came crashing back down on him. He realized too late that he seriously fucked up. "I didn't mean to say that." Billy said but Stu for the first time wasn't feeding into his bullshit. "You need help man." Stu shook his head as he followed you into the school.

You ran to the nearest bathroom locking yourself in a stall. Your hand shook as it covered your lipstick-stained lips. Small gasps echoed off the bathroom walls as you fought to breathe. How could something go so wrong so fast? Your head spun as Billy's words played over and over. Did he think that poorly of you? The bathroom door opened causing you to pull your legs up. "It's me," Stu spoke making sure no one else was in the bathroom. You struggled to breathe quietly. He could faintly hear the sad whimpers coming from the last stall. "Honey..." He started to talk but the name made you lose all composure you had. Your cries turned into sobs as your lungs fought for air.

"Unlock the door, please. I'll crawl under if I have to but I just bought these pants." He fake whined making a laugh break the chain of tears. He smiled to himself at the noise. You reached up opening the door for him. The girl he'd fallen in love with was curled up shaking like a leaf on a tree. It was a heart-wrenching scene.

Stu held out his arms letting you cry into his chest. "I didn't mean- I- I swear," You sobbed in between words not being about to finish the sentence. "Shhh, it's going to be okay." He repeated rubbing circles on your back. "I didn't mean to hit him." The words were incoherent but Stu understood. He was amused that you were concerned about Billy. He knew the man deserved a lot more than a slap to the face. Hell they both did. After everything he said to you, you were worried about the pain you might've caused. The bathroom door opened once again letting the student walk in. She saw Stu hold your frail body as you continued to cry. Stu opened his eyes wide shaking his head towards the door. "Um, I'll just hold it." The girl said awkwardly as she backed out of the room.

While Stu comforted you Billy sat outside cursing himself for what he'd done. "What happened?" Billy looked up ready to choke out the guy who decided to butt in. "Deputy Riley?" Dewey didn't have time to entertain the kid. "I saw you get hit, what happened?" Billy smiled awkwardly not knowing what to say. "It was just a misunderstanding. I'm not bent out of shape about it." The cop sighed. He knew something wasn't right. Dewey had seen you and the two men leave your house Friday and he saw them again when all of you left for school. He couldn't protect Tatum and that's something he'd hate himself for, for the rest of his life. He still had a chance to protect you.

"I wasn't asking about you. What did you say to her?" Billy was taken aback by the man's tone. "I'm sorry?" Everyone in Woodsboro found it hard to take Dewey seriously. They had met several times when Tatum ran around with the group of friends. Billy never saw him as intimating. He was the kinda guy who if you flicked the cap off his head he'd run to go catch it. Especially now with the cane he was dependent on. If he didn't respect him then he definitely didn't respect him now that he was limping around. Billy still didn't understand how he lived through it all.

"Forget it," Dewey said realizing Billy would be no help. He made his way to the office asking them to call you up. "Dewey you have to be in relation to the student." He frowned hearing that nickname. "It's deputy Riley and this is a police matter." He pointed to his badge and the secretary rolled her eyes. "Y/n L/N to the office."

You heard the call through the loudspeakers. Stu wiped the rest of your tears kissing the tip of your nose. "Don't let him get to you. He says stupid shit all the time. Billy doesn't think sometimes." Stu tried to comfort you but he also had to help out his friend and lover. You sniffled nodding your head. "Is my makeup okay?" The question made Stu laugh. "You look beautiful as always Mrs. Crocker." You half-heartedly smiled not believing the boy. Before you left the restroom you tried your best to fix your appearance in the mirror. "Why do you need to go to the office?" Stu asked hugging you from the back. His head rested on your shoulder looking at your reflection.

"I don't know. Can you put this in my locker for me?" He took the lunch box from you agreeing to put it away. "Thanks." With one more kiss, you ran off to the front of the school. You could see Dewey sitting near the vice principal's office. Cops were never good, especially with everything you've done. "Y/n!" Dewey exclaimed standing up. The secretary looked at him with suspicion as he cleared his throat. "Y/n I need to speak with you for a moment." With a silent nod, you both entered the vice principal's empty office. His arms wrapped around you pulling you into a hug. "I'm glad you're okay." He said thinking of the girl he couldn't save. At the funeral, he had cried on your shoulder. Thanking you for being such a good friend to his daughter. You hadn't even known her a week but that meant the world to Dewey.

The night you came over to stay he couldn't get any sleep because you and Tatum loudly talked about Tom Cruise and sang some songs on the radio. You were probably the last person to see her alive and knowing that meant something to Dewey. "You finally got out of the wheelchair!" You congratulated and he posed. "Physical therapy. They say If I keep it up I might go right back to normal." You smiled happy that things were working out for him. His eyes looked at your side remembering how bad your wound was. "How are you? Did everything heal okay?"

"I'm as good as new. The stitches fell out on their own and it doesn't hurt anymore." You poked the closed wound showing him you were fine. Dewey was glad you were doing alright. "Why did you want to see me?" You wanted to know since you saw him sitting in the office. The man gestured to the chair as he sat down across from you. "I saw what happened outside."

That was just your luck. The one time you publicly assault someone there's a cop nearby. "I feel awful about. I didn't mean to hit him." Dewey held up his hand making your mouth close. "You're not in trouble." He laughed. You could've broken Billy's nose for all he cared.

"Why'd you slap him? I'm not trying to sound creepy but I saw the three of you leave your house this morning when I was getting ready for work." You were great at talking. Your father always said you could "sell a submarine to a seahorse." Years of hearing "you should be a lawyer" definitely changes a person. Lying was second nature but you didn't want to lie to Dewey. Those pitiful puppy dog eyes killed you like a knife to the gut. You knew you didn't have much of a choice. "He said some really hateful shit- oh I'm sorry." You held your hand over your mouth not meaning to curse. He shook his head motioning for you to continue.

"Today has been horrible. Rumors have been going around and I can't go anywhere without someone pointing at me. I keep hearing about that night and it feels like I'm back there again." Your eyes started to water again. Dewey looked around finding a tissue box to give to you. "Thanks." The man smiled. "You're welcome, anyways what were you saying?" The tissues came in use as your continued your story.

"That week after everything I couldn't eat, sleep, or get out of bed. My dad didn't want me getting hurt and it was torture. I had no friends and no one to talk to. Stu called me every night to see how I was doing." You smiled fondly remembering your conversations. "He lost everyone he cared about in one night. Me and Billy were the only people Stu could talk to that wasn't a shrink." The way you talked started to make Dewey feel bad for Stu. "He loved Tatum." You watched as Dewey flinched hearing her name. He grabbed one of the tissues knowing he'd need it at some point.

"I begged my dad to let Stu stay at my house. My dad's a truck driver so he's gone a lot." Dewey looked confused. "Your dad let Stu come over while he was gone?" As long as Dewey was around, Stu and Tatum never got a moment alone. "It may be hard to believe but I am an adult. I can handle myself."

The deputy looked at the desk trying to hold back tears. If he'd had a dollar for every time his little sister said she was old enough to take care of herself he'd be a rich man. You were both stubborn and headstrong. He huffed out a laugh at the irony. "It's a little hard to believe but I'll try my best." Dewey joked making you smile. "Stu spent time at my house while my dad was home. He had to make sure he trusted Stu." Now that made more sense to Dewey.

"His parents were more worried about the damages to their house than their own son." Just saying the words upset you and the deputy could tell. Just from what you've told him so far he could tell you cared about the boy.

"When he showed up at my house that night he hadn't cleaned or even put a bandaid over his stabs. My dad had to teach him how to take care of himself like he was 6 years old." You scoffed looking up at the styrofoam ceiling tiles. "I knew Billy by hanging around the friend group. He's not the easiest to talk to. He took Sydney's death hard. Even Stu couldn't get him to talk." It was utter bullshit but he believed every word of it. Dewey knew about Billy's father's drinking problem. He had pulled him over for DUI once before. The whole town knew his mother left him a year ago. The kid had a tough run. "My dad had left for work and Billy showed up at my door one day. He said he tried to call Stu but he wasn't home so Stu's mom told him he was at my house."

Dewey listened carefully trying to hold off on giving you his brotherly opinion. "Billy had no one. He can be a prick but he's got issues. Billy told me and Stu that he couldn't go home and that school was a nightmare after what happened. I know I should've called my dad but I didn't. I let Billy stay with Stu in the guest room."

You hated the way Dewey looked at you like some dumb little girl. He was probably right but you despised it. "They aren't bad people Dewey." He smoothed his hair down as he leaned back in his chair. "If they're so nice why'd you smack Billy?" You rubbed your face feeling distraught. "I told you what he said was rude. We're all on edge. You don't know how hard it is to go to school and see the seat next to you is empty..." Dewey's gaze dropped as you heard what you said. "I'm so sorry I didn't mean that."

Dewey sniffled trying to compose himself. "I know. I know this is hard for you and it's hard on them too but they don't need to be living with you. They're upset and confused. All of you are looking for something to cling to. It's not healthy." He was sympathetic towards the boys but he didn't trust their intentions with you. You didn't want to hear it. The idea that you were some love-sick girl in need of attention was infuriating. "Is that all?" You asked ready to get up and leave. Dewey didn't want to upset you he wanted to keep you from harm.

"Are you mad at me?" He asked like a child. Once again those eyes made you feel like the bad guy. "No." You groaned. "I'm just upset about everything." Dewey nodded. "I'm not saying you have to stop being friends with them. You need friends, especially at a time like this but they don't need to be at your house." You thought about what he said. Your first day was horrible but you never once stopped to think about how Billy or Stu felt coming back to school. Your whole argument might have just been a build up of emotions.

"Okay. I'll talk to them tonight." Dewey was beyond happy the conversation went the way it did. He used the cane to help himself up. You hugged him again before you opened the door. "Have a good day Dewey." You waved leaving him alone in the office. The deputy truly believed he was doing the right thing.

You knew it was going to be hard to avoid Billy when he sat right next to you in 7th period. You weren't as upset as you were earlier. Just because you had a new perspective on his behavior didn't excuse it. It took you a few seconds to make sure this badass persona you made stayed on while you sat through class. Billy sat in his seat biting his nails waiting for your arrival. You walked in keeping your eyes forward as you took your seat. He waited for you to say something or even look at him but you didn't.

"I'm sorry." He said getting no attention from you. Stu had already jumped Billy's ass for speaking that way to you. He had gotten used to the way Billy had arguments. The moment the boy felt threatened or accused in any way he'd say the thing he knew would hurt his accusor the most. Billy thought if he hurt them first they couldn't hurt him. It usually worked in his favor but today his words hurt him more than they hurt you.

"I didn't mean what I said to you. It was out of line." He whispered still getting no response. "Would it kill you to answer me?" At this, you turned seeing the still prominent red handprint on his face. You almost reached out to touch him. He saw your hand twitch itching to cup his face like you'd done all weekend. That was one thing that really made you feel horrible. After being used all weekend long Billy decided you treat you like this. You cook, you clean, and you moan their names when they ask but it wasn't enough.

"How's your face?" You turned back around and looked at the chalkboard. Billy smiled. You answered him but you had no intention of playing his game. He thought it was attractive. Like he said before you called him out on his bullshit and this was no exception. Although you felt bad for slapping him you hoped he'd remember that pain because it wasn't nearly as bad as the pain he caused you. Billy would find a way to fix his mistake and apologize for what he did. He felt horrible for his actions. He was changing for the better it was just taking a little longer than expected.

"I'm sorry." The note read with a small frowny face next to the words. You sent the note back without giving him a reaction. Billy scribbled something else on the piece of paper before handing it back to you. "I'm an idiot." You nodded to yourself reading his words. "I know." You wrote back as a small smile appeared on your lips. You glanced over at Billy seeing that stupid grin on his face. Both you and the boy struggled not to laugh at each other. How you ended up finding any of this funny was a mystery. Stu's inability to be serious was apparently rubbing off on you.

The class bell rang making everyone run for the doors. "Don't think I'm not still pissed cause I am." Billy pursed his lips in thought. "I can work with that." He shrugged as you both left the classroom. "You know we're like Bonnie and Clyde? When Clyde realizes that he can't go on without Bonnie because she's smarter and a little crazier than he is. He couldn't have done it without her. There's a reason everyone says "Bonnie and Clyde" not the other way around." He raised his eyebrows up at you thinking that was a good response to the current situation. You took his analogy as a compliment and even an apology.

"Didn't Bonnie and Clyde both get shot to pieces?" Billy scratched the back of his neck not thinking that far into the movie. You tried to hide your smile at his embarrassed state. "They did but it was kind of romantic in a way." He tried to spin it so you wouldn't take it as an insult. You both walked outside heading towards your locker. "So you think I'm a Stepford wife huh?" Billy definitely saw some similarities but it'd be relationship suicide if he pointed those out. "No, I just said that shit back there to upset you. I'm an ungrateful psychotic asshole." Once you put away your belongings you slammed your locker making Billy jump. "Ungrateful asshole? Absolutely, but you're not psychotic." You started walking as Billy ran up to you.

"You don't think I'm psychotic?" Billy Loomis was a lot of things in your book but you didn't consider him psychotic. "No. You've got mommy issues, daddy issues, and childhood trauma. Join the club. You and Stu just did something insanely fucking dumb." You made your way to the parking lot dreading the conversation you'd have to have with the boys when you got home. "You think what we did was dumb?" Billy considered the whole plan a work of art. It was something the two boys had spent a whole year planning.

"Incredibly. Now let's not talk about this here." He grabbed your arm pulling you away from everyone else. "Why do you think it's dumb?" He was a little insulted by your criticism. You looked around making sure no one could hear you. "Because you're 18." You thought back to what Dewey had said. "We're just kids. None of us have a job. I don't even know how to do taxes!" You whisper yelled. "If I didn't make a guest appearance you wouldn't have lived let alone gotten away with it all." Billy didn't want to believe it but that night Gale could've easily shot and killed both him and Stu. You saved their asses.

"Thank you." He said catching you off guard. All you heard was I'm sorry but never thank you. "For what?" You asked not knowing what he was getting at. "Thank you for helping us that night. Thank you for taking care of Stu. You took better care of him that night than I ever have." Your eyes looked at his lips as he spoke. The day had thrown way too many emotions at you. You couldn't exactly define what new emotion you were feeling now looking at the man.

"Nope." You said walking away from him before you made a mistake. Billy stood confused. How did that manage to upset you? Quickly you made it to your car seeing none other than Stu leaning on the hood. "What part of stay away from me do you two not get?" Stu watched Billy chase after you. "Did you two kiss and make up?" He asked happy everything was okay again. "Not exactly." You got in your car starting up the engine with a roar. "What did I say wrong?" Billy asked as he tried to catch his breath. Stu jumped off the hood trying to figure out what happened between the last time he saw you and now.

"I'll just talk to you when I get home." You pulled out of the parking space leaving the two men behind. "What the hell did you do now?" Stu held his arms out dramatically. "I apologized." Billy's eyebrows were furrowed as he tried to understand what exactly happened. "I can't deal with another clusterfuck, I really can't." Billy said shaking his head. Stu skipped behind his friend heading towards his car. "Sure ya can buddy. With that mouth you're sure to cause more problems." Stu smiled earning a hit from Billy. Stu groaned in pain holding his arm. "Yeah okay, I deserved that."

(if your name has a line through it Tumblr wouldn't let me tag you)

Part 16

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[ethaniscool69]

i caved and did it. i dropped everything and wrote it. they consume me.

(don't judge 2 hard i suck at writing)

Too Sweet

"Prat." Said Merlin after Arthur shoved his hunting equipment at him.

Arthur smiled.

"I feel like you're getting the most out of me as your manservant before you assign me as the court sorcerer." Merlin said in an upset tone.

Arthur's smile grew into a grin, revealing those uneven teeth of his. Merlin's heart skipped a beat, and he felt his lips curl into a soft smile. He loved that grin.

"Your pretty smile may get you out this time, but next time you do this, I will use my magic to hover you in the air until you apologise." Merlin chuckled at the end, referencing a fond memory.

As he put the weapons on the horse using his magic, something he found himself getting used to doing around Arthur lately, Merlin caught a glimpse of Arthur's face. It wasn't upset, but strange. The look was very close to being uncomfortable. Was it Merlin lifting Arthur in the air that made him uncomfortable? Did that frighten him that much?

They didn't say much for a few hours after that, but their usual banter continued soon enough.

"Ah, yes. The mighty king of Camelot! How could he ever make a mistake?! Surely, his manservant, the person who does his laundry, polishes his armor, feeds and clothes him daily, is wrong, and we are definitely not lost." Merlin said overdramatically.

"We're not lost, Merlin. This is where the most animals are. I brought us here on purpose." Replied Arthur, standing his ground, knowing full well that they, in fact, were lost. "Clot pole." He added under his breath.

"Dollop head."

Arthur shot him a glare.

Merlin smiled.

Arthur looked away.

He ran a hand down his face, wiping the heat that made its way to it.

"You talk of the many animals here, but I have yet to hear a single creature. Perhaps you are just show, no brains. At least you're a good show." Merlin said with a wink, not really meaning the 'no brains' part.

"Shut up."

The air between them felt different. This was how their conversations usually went, even after they started dating, but now, it was different. unusual. Arthur would have had a wittier comeback than this. Is everything alright? Was that too far? Maybe I'm reading a little too much into it. As much as Merlin tried to convince himself of the fact that he was overthinking this, he could not.

This went on for a few days.

"Not a lot of Bachelorettes seeking your attention, huh?" Merlin laughed quietly as he stood on the ballroom dance floor with Arthur, "Well all the better for me. I'll have you all to myself tonight." He flirted.

Arthur looked at him for a while, eyes wide and eventually said:

"I don't dance."

He left the ballroom. Merlin followed, confused and hurt. Yet he didn't say anything.

Day after day, Arthur closed himself off from Merlin. Their playfulness was gone, all that was left was the suffocating distance. Distance that was killing both Merlin and Arthur, but none of them could bring themselves to speak. Merlin, fearing Arthur’s further isolation from him. Arthur, just fearing.

"Sit with me, let's eat together." Said Arthur one morning as Merlin put his breakfast down in front of him.

Merlin smiled and sat. He was happy to regain at least a little bit of communication with Arthur.

"Thank you, that's very thoughtful. I guess you really are stupidly head-over-heels in love with me, aren't you?" Merlin said in a flirty tone.

Love.

Arthur froze, looking at Merlin. His expression was unreadable but closed off. Merlin's face dropped along with his stomach. It was time they had a talk.

"Listen, Arthur," Merlin put his hand on Arthur's, "I need to talk to you."

Arthur untensed a little but remained… strange.

"I'm sorry, Arthur."

Arthur's brows furrowed in confusion at those words.

"I didn't realise I crossed a line, but I did. I've been mean to you these past few days, too mean. You've been uncomfortable and distant, and I still made those jokes. I don't really think you're stupid." He never could. "I'll tone it down, I promise. It just- I don’t know.."

Is that what he really thinks is going on? Arthur just sat there with his mouth slightly agape for a few seconds, taking in all that Merlin had said.

"Merlin. That's not what that is." Arthur said, trying to keep himself calm with Merlin's hand on his feeling so electric yet calming, "You didn't do anything to upset me. Look, can we please talk about this later today?"

Merlin looked at Arthur, relieved but now with new questions, and replied, nodding:

"Alright."

The entire day was suffocating for both of them. Merlin was desperate to figure out what caused Arthur's strange moods, while Arthur was fearing for the day to come to an end without finding the right words to say to Merlin.

Though Arthur rarely admitted it, Merlin meant the whole world to him. After almost and actually losing each other multiple times, he found himself more and more starved for Merlin’s presence. Even though they spent all of their time with each other due to Merlin’s job, Arthur still needed something different, something more. That’s why he stopped holding onto his feelings for Merlin. That’s why he told him he loved him. He wanted him closer than ever because he couldn’t bear the thought of losing him. Not ever.

It was just another day, Merlin and Arthur were out in the woods, hunting. The legalisation of magic was still in the works. It began as soon as Merlin revealed his identity to Arthur. Suddenly, a rogue witch, full of spite, came out of nowhere and started attacking Arthur and Merlin. Merlin almost died that day. All of the magic was used to protect Arthur, so he neglected his own protection. Thankfully, he was able to sedate the witch before she got to injure Arthur in any way. Arthur cradled the dying Merlin in his arms, mirroring his near-death experience when Merlin held him in his arms. The king was aware that Merlin was incapable of dying, but as soon as he saw blood on his manservant, all knowledge flew out the window. All that mattered was Merlin. Then he realised he had never actually told him that. He had never told Merlin just how much he cared for and loved him. So he blurted out: “I love you, Merlin.” and the rest came pouring. Ten years worth of feelings coming out in a terrified rant accompanied by his teary eyes and breaking voice. At the end of Arthur’s speech, Merlin’s wounds had all healed by his magic. All he managed to say was: “Arthur..” As he sat up and gave the king the same lovingly desperate look that was being given to him. All of a sudden, they found themselves melting into each other by a soft kiss. After pulling away, they put their foreheads together, their noses brushing against each other. A lot of people won bets that day.

Merlin meant so much to Arthur and he was scared his stupid feelings would push him away. If he said even one wrong word, he risked losing Merlin. That was a scary thought. Those thoughts choked Arthur the entire day.

It was time. The day had come to an end. Merlin had gotten Arthur and himself ready for bed. This was fairly new to them, Staying in Arthur’s chambers together.

“I’m the one that’s sorry, Merlin.” Arthur finally spoke up, standing at the feet of the bed, Merlin sitting at the edge of it. “I have been unkind to you these past few days.. I…” Arthur trailed off.

This was more difficult than he thought it would be. He wanted to say so much, do so much. Yet his body wasn’t complying with his mind. Merlin looked up at Arthur after the prolonged silence.

“Arthur, please…”

That face, that man, he would do anything for him, he would die for him and he was going to tell him that.

“I love you.”

“I love you too, Arthur.” Merlin said as if to mean I know you do, but there’s something more you're keeping from me.

“I love you Merlin, there’s no question about that. But I’m trying to get used to it. To your love.” Arthur walked to Merlin and sat beside him, “Every time you’re not near, I feel my throat close up, breathing getting unsteady and vision blurry.” His voice then fell to an almost whisper. He put his hand on Merlin’s, making its way up with each sentence, tracing each feature he was talking about. “Your touch invigorating, your voice the most beautiful song, a song written for me, your eyes, a sea I love to get lost in. And when they glow that beautiful golden colour every time you do magic, I fall even more for you. Your nose, sculpted by the gods, lips, as red as a rose and soft as a cloud, and when they curl up into a smile, I lose every sense of control. How I love running my fingers through your messy hair. The way your name feels on my tongue, Merlin... Loving you is the greatest pleasure of my life, but to have that love returned… it’s something else... It’s real... And if it’s real, then losing you is also real. I can not bear the thought of losing you. That’s what I mean when I say I love you. And that’s why I’ve been so distant. Because I need you, I need you in my life, and I do not want to let go. But I'm afraid. Afraid I'll mess up.”

Arthur’s hand rested on Merlin’s neck. Merlin was processing everything his lover had just said, so he stared at him, cheeks which had turned red with every word Arthur had spoken, mouth slightly agape and eyes wide. Soon, Merlin’s hand shot up to cup the king’s cheek, and he furrowed his eyebrows, looking into his eyes.

“You will never lose me, Arthur. I have been at your side since day one and will stay until and after the last one. You mean the world to me. I will never let anything like that happen. Do you understand?”

Arthur nodded, mesmerised by the sorcerer’s eyes.

“There’s one more thing,” Arthur said, getting up, “If this is already real, I don’t want to hold back anymore.” He got down on one knee, took both of Merlin’s hands in his, shaking, and said: “Merlin Emrys, will you do me the honour of making me the happiest person on the planet and marry me?”

Merlin retracted one of his hands to cover his gaping mouth. This was happening. This was definitely happening.

“Of course, Arthur!!” He said, smiling.

Arthur let out a breath and grinned. Merlin’s heart skipped a beat as it always did when it came to that smile. They both got up and connected their lips, feeling each other’s grins through the kiss. The kisses quickly multiplied and turned passionate. Their teeth bumped into each other, making chime-like noises that sounded in their heads. Merlin pushed his fiance on the bed and went back in for the kiss. They woke up, intertwined.

Arthur woke up to Merlin running his fingers through his hair, his head on his chest. The thought of doing this every morning for the rest of their lives was amazing. Arthur sighed.

“Mornin’.” Merlin said, kissing Arthur’s head.

“Mornin’.” Arthur replied in a raspy voice

“We have to get up. You have a lot of work to do.” Merlin murmured through head kisses.

“Just a few minutes.” Arthur said, snuggling his head in Merlin’s neck.

“Arthur, you're the king.” Merlin said, reminding Arthur of his responsibilities.

“Yes Merlin, I am the king.” He replied, reminding him of his power. Merlin chuckled, rolling his eyes.

“Fine, a few more minutes, Dollop head.”

Arthur would have given Merlin his mother’s crest as a proposal, but he had already done that years ago. Just the two of them, sitting together, their faces beautifully illuminated by the campfire. He knew what he was doing. Somewhere, not that deep down, he knew he was giving Merlin his heart.

A few weeks had passed, and the day had finally come, Merlin was appointed as the court sorcerer and crowned as the king consort all in the same day. Arthur raised the crown over Merlin’s head, unable to contain his grin, causing Merlin to do the same. Even though it wasn’t tradition, once the crown was placed on Merlin’s head, Arthur cupped his face with both his hands and laid a long, but soft kiss on his lips, smiling, while people cheered. Nothing could wipe that lovestruck smile off either of their faces. Night came, and they went into their shared chambers laughing in between kisses.

“Arthur, I love you.”

Arthur would have completely frozen up hearing that a few weeks ago, but he was getting better. This time, he took a breath, looked down at Merlin’s lips, and said:

“Again.”

“I love you. I love you, Arthur.”

Arthur smiled, showing his pearly whites. He landed a soft kiss and replied, murmuring:

“I love you, Merlin.”

He continued landing soft kisses all over Merlin’s face while walking to their bed, occasionally pulling away to take in his consort’s face. Arthur started making his way down Merlin’s neck, and the soft noise that exited his mouth made shivers run down Arthur’s spine. He pulled away and started taking his top off, Merlin followed suit. The king pinned the sorcerer on the bed and started leaving trails of kisses down his body. He came back up and reconnected their lips. Arthur deepened the kiss and slid his tongue into Merlin’s mouth. Merlin melted into it. After a few minutes, Merlin rolled over, now pinning Arthur. They pulled away, breathless and looked at each other for a while breathing heavily. They both burst out in laughter, Merlin dropped his head on Arthur’s chest, and Arthur put his hand on his forehead, giggling.

The next morning and most mornings after that, they woke up together, one playing with the other’s hair.

There was truly nothing more either of them could ask for.

ty for reading!! i am also making an animation inspired by arthur's whole monologue so stay tuned 4 that ig

you know how merlin and arthur have a very bantery relationship? i want to read a fic where they get in a relationship and the banter side gets softened just a little because they're now actually together, boyfriends and they're slowly getting used to giving and receiving verbal love from eachother. i would more so love to see arthur's pov bc that man needs love, and it would be interesting 2 see how he acts when receiving said love. if a fic like this already exists or you like the idea enough 2 write abt it, pls tag or dm me. i may write about this myself, but idk if i will bc of ongowing projects, lol

[ameliasbitvh]

🎨 watercolor eyes: asking poly!wolfstar to take you on a date because you wanna spend time with them outside the bedroom

ahhh i love this concept ! (HELP I READ THAT AS POLY!MARAUDERS 😭😭 im sorry but uhh just take this to go 😁💌)

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the three boys had been so loving towards you...in the bedroom. to the point where you wondered, did they really want you? or were you just some sex toy to them?

you nimble with the ends of your long sleeves as you began to think, your legs were wrapped together, your facial expression fallen.

you wanted to spend time with them, outside of the bedroom.

you threw your head back on sirius's pillow, the three boys were out on a "secret mission" which involved sneaking out to the kitchen and stealing snacks to bring back to the dorm.

taking a deep breath, you shook away any bad nerves that you had. "they love you, y/n!" you repeated in your head, trying to affirm yourself. what were you doing manifesting love? if they really did love you then maybe they would want to spend more time with you and you wouldn't need to convince yourself that — your thoughts were stopped when a ruckus of movement and noise entered the room.

"give me the chocolate, sirius!" remus threw himself at the dark haired boy. james laughed at the two as he munched on his snacks. "no — it's mine, i told james to get you one!"

suddenly the potter wasn't laughing anymore, instead his face like a child who'd been caught stealing chocolate.

"prongs, give it to me." remus pleaded with puppy eyes.

"i — i didn't grab it..." james sputtered out.

"you didn't get it?!" sirius exclaimed, his mouth open.

james blue eyes looked at you, so the other boys did as well. "no! because i grabbed one for y/n and i —" he was cut off.

because that's when remus saw your pretty face all sad. "shh, be quiet james."

suddenly it clicked in the other two boys whats going on, they moved along with remus to sirius's bed with you.

your eyes widened as you noticed their sudden attention on you. "yes?" you elongated the 's', questioning them on why they were staring at you.

"what's wrong, sweetheart?" remus asked, his hand brushing your knee.

"nothing." you said nonchantely with a shrug of your shoulders.

"you sure?" sirius asked, his head tilting in suspicion.

"mhm," you nodded your head. "pretty girl, you don't have to lie to us." james said with a small smile trying to uplift your spirit.

but that didn't work, if anything it irritated you more seeing these three acting like they don't know what you're mad or sad over.

it's almost as if...you didn't tell them? hilarious right! the angel on your shoulder laughed.

but they should know. the devil fought back.

you were, uhh...conflicted to say the least.

"c'mon puppy, just tell us." remus cooed, his hand clasping onto your chin. he pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"hey! if he can do that so can i!" james yelled, pouncing onto the two of you.

"me three!" sirius laughed, dog piling on top of you all.

"you guys are goofy." you laughed, pushing them off of you. "waitttt, i still want a kiss, y/n." james pouted.

"fine," you rolled your eyes, not yet giving him a smooch yet.

sirius's jaw dropped AGAIN, "why am i gonna be the last one kissed this is stu —" he was cut off as a brunette's lips crashed onto his.

"oh well, that definitely works." sirius, laughed giving remus a wink. "we should try it again!"

"am i still the only one who hasn't been —"

you laughed at him, "james —"

"no, i won't kiss you until you tell me why you're sad."

"really?" you said in a now again sunken mood.

"yes really." both remus and sirius argued with you.

james hand tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, remus's hand back on your knee rubbing it, knowing that it calmed you and sirius being sirius he pounced on top of you.

"c'mon, doll. you gotta tell us, or we won't be having fun tonight."

there. he said exactly what you needed to hear. well, for you to get mad. "this is exactly what im sad or maybe even mad about!"

"not having fun?" james questioned, his brows furrows.

"no — it's —"

"it's what?" remus asked, his rubbing on your knee stopped.

"well maybe if you —"

"guys maybe if we let her talk, she'll tell us?" sirius said in a not so serious tone, more of a joke as a cover because he wasn't sure if that was what you wanted.

there were a few murmured "yeah" and "you're right"

irritation showed on your face blatantly, "can i speak now?"

"o — oh yeah, go ahead." they all said in chorus.

"thanks," you gave them a not so sweet smile. but now that you realize that they were actually listening to you, you then again and finally come to the realization that you may actually have to tell them whats wrong and how you're feeling.

you know that you shouldn't be holding back so finally, you let it out.

"i — i, guess i just kind of feel like...we never do anything outside of the bedroom? well, i mean! you all do things together but not with me and it seems that the only time you guys want me is when it's convenient and you guys need someone to fuck and i was just thinking; wouldn't it be nice to just you know go on a d —"

"date?" remus finished for you.

"yeah, a date." you tried to give them a small smile.

"y/n love, i think that's an amazing idea." sirius smiled, planting a kiss on your cheek.

"thanks, siri." your cheeks grew hot and flushed.

"you see? it wasn't that hard to tell us was it?" james smiled.

"no, it wasn't at all."