#wes hicks imagine

[samcarpentersgirlfriend]

Wes getting attacked (but living) and being comforted by gn reader

found this in the drafts, sorry it took so long </3

summary: above

includes: gn!reader, swearing, maybe some light angst?? (no mention of judy or her death idk pretend it doesn’t happen here if you want to)

word count: 1k

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“Wes! Wes! I came as soon as I- Oh my God,”

It’s like seeing your boyfriend laying here all bandaged and bruise makes the situation sickeningly real instead of just some twisted nightmare. “Wes,” is all you can bring yourself to breathe out.

You think you’re going to be sick.

“Hey,” Wes croaks out, and God, he sounds so much worse than he looks - if that’s even possible. His skin is an eeriely translucent, and white and tubes jut out from his body from all sorts of unnatural angles. You can practically feel your heart sink to the floor.

“Oh my God,” you repeat once more, stumbling over to his side. You know you should do more - offer your boyfriend some stupid semblance of comfort and security, but you need a minute to pull yourself together - for both of your sakes. Wes wasn’t exactly frail, and the idea that one day you might see him this vulnerable, this bare, hadn’t ever crossed your mind.

You reach out to cup his face, running a finger over his cheek tentatively. It’s one of the only places you can touch, one of the only that isn’t dressed or stitched up somehow. Wes leans into the touch as his eyes flicker closed, letting out a pained sigh.

“What happened?” You urge, voice barely above a whisper. It can’t be any worst than the nightmarish images you’ve conjured up in your mind - visions of your boyfriend screaming for help, a knife tearing through his beautiful skin like paper as he bleeds out all alone.

“Fucking Ghostface,” he breathes out, attempting a hollow laugh but wincing when the effort is evidently too painful for him. “He got in the house, took me by surprise. I tried to fight him off but he was stronger than me. I coul- I couldn’t-“

Telltale tears well in his eyes, and you notice the way he attempts to rapidly blink them away.

“Hey, it’s okay. I got you.” You clasp his fingers in yours as you press a soft kiss to his temple, and that’s all it takes for Wes to burst into tears. You don’t push him to speak or even stop crying; you simply sit besides him, grasping onto his hand as if it’s a lifeline. God, you feel so damn useless, but what is there for you to do? What do you say to your boyfriend who almost got stabbed to death? How do you even start to fix this?

The two of you sit like that for a while - Wes shaking from the effort of his tears, your hands still interlocked. You can’t help but think just how close you were to loosing him- loosing all of this. How you’d never see that stupid grin and bleach blonde hair ever again. How you’d be forced to live, expected to go on in darkness after the blinding light that was Wes had flickered out. It’s enough to make you want to scream.

But you can’t. Not now. And not in front of Wes.

“I’m sorry,” he says, low and strained. His red eyes meet yours, and all of a sudden, you’re angry. Angrier than you think you’ve ever felt before. Not at Wes - never at Wes - but just at how damn unfair this all is. Why was Wes - your Wes- falling apart and barely alive when the monster who did this to him was still out there? How was it fair that he feels like he has to apologise for you for daring to cry about almost dying?

“No,” you say, trying to keep your voice steady. Your ire must seep deep into your tone though, because Wes glances back up at you before turning his head away once more. Gently, you turn his chin so his eyes are back on you, and you repeat yourself again - this time, much more softly.

“No. Don’t you dare apologise, you hear me? You’ve got nothing to be sorry about. And I’m not angry at you, baby. It’s just-“ you sigh before you speak again. “It’s just that… I hate whoever did this to you. When we find out who it is, I swear, I’m gonna fucking kill them myself. “

Wes smiles. “Didn’t know I had my own personal bodyguard.” The fact that he still has the ability to crack jokes after all that’s happened, you realise, makes you want to smile and sob - preferably at the same time. Wes really is the most resilient person you know, but goddamn it, he shouldn’t have to be.

“I wish I was your body guard,” you reply, lips quirked upwards. “Then I could be with you all the time. Means you wouldn’t have been by yourself when it happened.”

At that, Wes’s gaze snaps up, all traces of his grin gone in an instant. “And have you lying here next to me - fuck, instead of me? Have you dead? No way in hell.” His tone leaves no room for argument, so you you simply keep quiet. Neither you nor Wes speak, the two of you presumably both lost in your own racing thoughts. It strangely borders on comfortable, and more importantly, it’s enough.

After a while, you shuffle closer to your boyfriend, carefully resting your head in the crook of his neck as he places his head on top of yours. It’s the best thing you can think of right now - you can’t wrap Wes up and tell him everything’s okay because it’s not. None of this is okay.

“I love you,” you murmur into the silence, because you need Wes to know. Need him to know how grateful you are to have him, how grateful you are that he’s alive. Because honestly? You have no idea what you’d do without him - you dread to even think. “And I’ll be here for you every single step of the way. Promise.” You hold out your pinky with the last word - it’s childish, you know that, but after everything, maybe that’s exactly what you need right now.

“Love you too,” he echoes, interlocking his finger with yours before squeezing it tight. “More than you’ll ever know.”

[ultrone]

💬 ꉂ ┈ scream characters' texts.

includes. chad, amber, wes, tara, sam, and ethan

part two

[marrziy]

Wes Hicks x Male Reader

"O que acontece à meia-noite?"

• Filme: Pânico 5

• Personagem: Wes Hicks

• Gênero: hot (smut)

• Sinopse: Wes, seu namorado, lhe convida para passar a noite na casa dele. Essa é a oportunidade perfeita para finalmente avançarem um passo no relacionamento.

• Narração: 1° pessoa - presente

• Palavras: 1.3k

Esse é o primeiro hot que eu escrevi. É uma história pré histórica, lá dos primórdios onde eu não sabia diferenciar os porquês kkkkk. Corrigi e modifiquei algumas coisas, acho que dá pra passar!

Qualquer um que já esteve viciado em ver vídeos sobre casos criminais no YouTube, acompanhou threads duvidosas no Twitter sobre os feitos de um serial killer, foi traumatizado por algum documentário do Discovery Channel ou assistiu às desgraças anunciadas em um jornal, sabe que é arriscado andar sozinho nas ruas à noite.

Em Woodsboro, estar em alerta vira mantra para os moradores quando, entre pausas de paz, surgem anticristos mascarados com sede de sangue, ansiosos para matar algum parente ou namorada por motivos estúpidos. Sobra para gente inocente, que leva lambida de faca porque os putos têm um jeitinho criminoso de se divertir.

Acontece que eu tenho menos chances de tomar no rego se estiver acompanhado do gostoso do meu namorado.

Na verdade, as chances de tomar no rego aumentam nesse caso - no bom sentido.

Meu pai só chega do trabalho de manhã, já a mãe do meu gatinho pegou o turno da noite na delegacia. Então...

Wes fez um puta textão listando todos os 13 porquês de eu ter que vir aqui passar a madrugada com ele. Confesso, tive sim um mini surto lendo aquilo, principalmente na quinta colocação. Eu não poderia recusar uma maratona de The Office com o meu namorado!

Mas porra… não consigo focar na tv com uma mão veiuda passeando pela minha coxa. Meu colapso é anunciado quando o movimento para e dá lugar a apertos, tão fortes que esbranquecem a pele, fazendo a cor voltar em tons vibrantes de vermelho.

As cenas icônicas que sempre me pegam, agora não passam de borrão. Todos os meus sentidos estão direcionados às veias destacadas daquela mão, cada vez mais próxima da minha virilha.

É bem óbvio o que ele quer, as intenções são cristalinas, transparentes. Mas nunca fomos tão longe. Fico estático por um tempo, absorvendo e digerindo.

Um raspar de dentes na nuca, seguido de um beijo na mesma região, bem na área dos arrepios, desperta meu corpo do transe.

Wes não �� meu primeiro; já transei com outros caras, mas nunca com um namorado. Não quero que seja especial; quero que seja gostoso. Não ligo para as besteiras vendidas por comédias românticas.

Perdão senhora Hicks, juro que não deixo nada manchar suas almofadas!

Me acomodo em seu colo e entrelaço meus dedos em seus fios claros, empurrando sua cabeça para trás e deixando seu pescoço vulnerável. Dou início a uma série de chupões e mordidas que marcam a pele, me prolongando no pomo-de-adão, pois sei que ali é uma área sensível.

— Não sabia que você tinha um lado tão safado. – Wes sussurra com a voz embolada. Suas mãos atravessam vagarosamente o tecido da minha calça. Entre o pano e a carne, suas palmas procuram algo para apertar.

Seus dedos afundam na minha bunda e torna-se impossível controlar os suspiros. O toque é intenso; só consigo pensar nos vergões que vão surgir quando ele passa a arranhar as bandas.

— Eu gostei pra caralho... Por favor, não para! – choramingo, me esforçando para não gaguejar.

Olhando para baixo, vejo o sorriso cafajeste enfeitando seu rosto, o deixando ainda mais atraente.

Paro de brincar com seu pescoço e libero uma das mãos que segurava seu cabelo, mantendo a outra ainda firme nas madeixas e trazendo sua cabeça de volta à linha reta. Dou-lhe um breve selinho antes de levar meus dedos livres até seus lábios.

Aos poucos, desço meu toque, deslizando o indicador por sua garganta, acariciando os ossos ressaltados da clavícula, apertando seu peitoral, beliscando seus mamilos, tudo ao som gostoso de seus gemidos.

Próximo àquele lugar, começo a esfregar a ponta dos dedos entre o cós do seu short e a pele quente que ele aprisiona. Sinto o aperto na minha região traseira intensificar, confirmando que estou fazendo certo.

Encerro as carícias em seu couro cabeludo, puxando novamente os fios dourados para trás. Wes parece atiçado. Consigo notar os efeitos quando ele abre mais as pernas, movendo o quadril para cima, buscando atrito na região necessitada.

Nunca senti um pau tão detalhadamente - pelo menos não com ele ainda coberto. Wes não está usando cueca, tenho certeza disso desde o momento em que ele me atendeu em sua varanda. Estava marcando, mas eu não quis dizer nada. O pano fino do short ajudava bastante, ou atrapalhava, dependendo do ponto de vista.

Minha visão frontal captura um relógio fixo na parede. No ritmo do tic-tac, Wes move os quadris com mais violência. Suas mãos, agora agarrando minha cintura com força desmedida, deixam marcas vermelhas com potencial para se tornarem roxas. Eu não faço tanta questão, afinal, estou puxando seu cabelo e mordendo seu corpo com tanta agressividade, que não duvidaria caso outro fluído pintasse nossos corpos além de suor e porra.

Decido me unir aos seus movimentos desesperados. Rebolando sobre o corpo abaixo de mim, sinto mais do pau pulsando no short cinza.

Nossos lábios finalmente se unem e começa a colisão de gemidos mais deliciosa da qual já participei. A voz rouca de Wes desce pela minha garganta; ele saboreia meus murmúrios manhosos.

A união das bocas é interrompida e o ritmo se encerra. A única coisa que prevalece é o tesão inexplicável que sentimos um pelo outro.

Sinto que vou explodir!

Abaixo o olhar, e creio que foi esse o objetivo de Wes ao retroceder o frenesi.

Me deparo com seu pau liberto. Ele havia abaixado o short e agora exibe tudo, tudinho mesmo! O coleguinha ultrapassa o umbigo, mas apesar do tamanho intimidador, o que realmente impressiona é a grossura.

Se eu já não fosse um cara arrombado, estaria com um puta medo de sentar nessa coisa.

Da cabecinha escorre o líquido espesso. A vermelhidão, junto das veias saltadas e o latejar descontrolado, deixam claro o quanto aquele cacete precisa de atenção.

— Gosta do que vê? – Wes bota as duas mãos atrás da cabeça, adotando uma pose mais folgada, se é que era possível. — Garanto que tocar é mais gostoso.

— Filho da puta… – tiro minha calça em uma velocidade desumana, desafiando a lógica ao fazer isso sem mudar de posição. Wes permanece com o short no meio das coxas, sem a presença da camiseta. Acabo por continuar com a parte de cima por pressa.

A sogrinha não disse a hora que vai voltar. O nosso tempo é incerto.

Me ajoelho com uma perna de cada lado do quadril do loirinho, com meu corpo curvado para frente.

Agarro a ereção abaixo de mim.

Sentindo meu toque em seu pau, Wes suspira pesadamente, próximo do meu ouvido, fazendo com que arrepios serpenteiem pelo meu corpo. Desço vagarosamente, sendo impulsionado pela pressão das palmas dele na minha cintura. Wes está ansioso para se aliviar, sua peça negligenciada chora de vontade.

— Vou fazer muito mais do que apenas tocar.

Com a visão fixa no relógio, consigo ter noção da hora em que cada borboleta bate as asas no meu estômago. À meia-noite, sou abraçado pelo calor interno, sinto a umidez e o fervor de ser invadido lentamente. Meia-noite e um, decidi engoli-lo de uma vez, chocando nossas peles com um estalo. Em um misto inexplicável de dor e prazer, sinto cada um dos 22 centímetros dentro de mim, me preenchendo por completo, sem deixar espaço vazio no meu interior faminto. Paro apenas quando sinto as bolas de Wes pressionando minha bunda, porque, tratando-se dele, minha gula segue os instintos e só se satisfaz ao ter tudo.

No fundo, vindo da tv, a abertura de The Office ilumina nossos corpos suados.

E assim seguiu até a metade da temporada.

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Old

You and Sam posted a picture together with her arm around you and your head on her shoulder

NotsoTara: Awwww cute pic! I guess my sister isn’t that old to know what instagram is haha!

EthanIsaLandry: You guys are so fucking cute together! Although Sam is like 32 so in like instagram years that’s 49.

ChadMartinisbad: Sammyyyy and (Y/n)! Lookin good! Sam has finally returned from the stone age to the digital age. Welcome, Sam.

AmberFreeman’sfreeman: Sam is so old she thought instagram is a type of peanut butter.

WesHicks11: Sam is so old she thinks tik tok is how she says good morning.

MindyyyMartin: Sam is so old she thinks Netflix is what you say before taking taking pictures.

Livloveenough: Sam is so old she doesn’t think Jelly means jealous.

Sammyyyy1995: Oh whatever.

(Y/n)_lovesSammyyyyyy: guys don’t be mean. My Sammy is so cute and kind and funny and she’s not THAT old. You guys are just dorks!!! lol

Sammyyyy1995: Thank you baby ❤️❤️🩵

WesHicks11: Look guys! Sammy is now using emojis out little Sam is become more technical now!

[bright-molina]

stupid for you

synopsis a guide to love languages with chad meeks martin, your best friend who you keep ending up in increasingly compromising situations with (completely of your own accord) *set pre scream v

a/n this got out of hand so quickly and they all bled into each other but it's okay because i'm giving all my chad girlies exactly what it is we deserve <3 (listen to stupid for you by waterparks it'll give you the perfect friends to fwb to lovers vibe we're going for promise)

~~~

[gift giving]

you show up on his doorstep on a random night, it’s ridiculously late, just past midnight, and the quick knocking on the door makes him think that something is wrong

he’s rushing to open it and you’re so quick to push past him and look all around and all you have to say is “where’s mindy?”

“upstairs? why, what’s wrong?” chad is shutting the door behind him and staring you down and it’s not until then that he sees the bag in your hands

he relaxes immediately and lets out an exaggerated sigh, shooting you a half hearted glare, the way he holds back a smile gives him away completely, “fuck, y/n, i thought someone was dying or something, could you not have waited until the morning?”

“it’s important,” you grin at him and start walking backwards towards the stairs and he follows, never more than a step or two behind you. “wes and tara agreed, it’s perfect for mindy and she needs it now this very moment because i said so”

chad watches you smile for a second and his hands twitch at his sides, itching to reach for you. to brush that stray piece of hair out of your eyes or pull the falling sleeve of your sweater up or take your hand to keep you from leaving or something. he doesn’t though. instead he just crosses his arms in front of him and shrugs at you, “what, nothing for me?”

“of course not, i love mindy more. you know this,” he watches the way you bite your bottom lip and then step up onto the stairs, now slightly closer to eye level with him. he barely hears the rustling inside the paper bag as you dig through it, much too focused on the way your eyes don’t leave his.

you take the shirt from the bag and push it into his chest. chad doesn’t look down though, he just keeps staring at you. and without looking away he lifts one hand, places it right next to yours, and takes the shirt. your hand lingers on his chest and you don’t move it away, not until he looks away quickly and clears his throat

“it’s,” chad unfolds the shirt and stares at it for a few seconds. that’s when he sees it, the name of a band and a picture across the front with a list of tour dates on the back, and he‘s holding back a smile again. “a shirt.” “a wonderful observation, you’re really the greatest mind of this age”

“y/n, i don’t listen to them,” he drops his arms again only to find you already moving up the steps again. you’re still looking at him when you tell him, “i know.”

you turn around to hide the look on your face. the huge smile is on full display now and he can see it when you glance over your shoulder, “i do though. you’re welcome”

[quality time]

“we’re gonna get caught” “no we aren’t” “yes we are,” you don’t look away from the clouds in the sky when the smirk grows on your face. “you talk too loud.”

“hey,” chad shifts from his spot next to you for a whole fifteen seconds. you hold back a laugh as he keeps wriggling until he’s comfortably on one side, leaning on one arm so he can look at you as he says, “you’re the one that can’t stop laughing.”

“well you’re the one that keeps saying stupid shit,” you break and a laugh escapes you, proving his point exactly. chad smiles at the sound despite his previous statement and he doesn’t really process the next words he speaks, “you love when i say stupid shit”

you look away from the clouds that time after you hear the words and find him still staring at you. it’s an intense look, one that makes your smile grow a little bit softer. “why’d you ask me to come out here anyway?”

it’s your way of wordlessly agreeing, chad is positive of that much. honestly, he doesn’t have much of an answer for you. the perfectly angled slant of the roof right outside of your room was one of his favorite places in the world. he’d spent so many nights and afternoons and early mornings just like this one just sitting right there beside you without a care in the world. it brought him an incredible amount of comfort.

then again maybe it was all just an excuse. he gave you a half shrug and said, “i just really like talking to you,” he let himself fall back onto the roof, using one of his arms to support his head. for a brief moment he looked at you again and then quickly looked back up at the clouds when he found you staring with the look you always had on when you stared at him. “that and i really didn’t wanna help pack up the car.”

there was your laugh again. the grin on chad’s face grew a little bit bigger. he wondered for a second why he was really out there on the roof with you. why he’d taken your hand and dragged you upstairs and opened your window to pull you into this little world with him.

before he could give it much thought though the door to your room slammed open and you both jumped, quickly sitting up on the roof again.

“hey,” tara marched across the room and silently observed the scene for a just a second. she didn’t voice any of the thoughts she had but she did say, “we’re heading out in exactly five minutes. that’s how long you have to get everything out of your system’s before we’re all stuck in a car with you two for hours.”

you moved first, the smile still on your face as you made the active choice to ignore the implications of what she was saying. “we’re going, promise.” “wait!” chad stopped both you and tara before either of you could move. “how’d you know we were up here, the laughing or the talking.”

you shot your head around to look at tara, eager to hear her answer. she looked between the two of you again and tried her hardest not to smile. “neither, we can literally see you from the car.”

both you and chad looked towards where she nodded only to find both mindy and wes waving from where they were sitting in the car with the doors open, shouting for the two of you to hurry up.

“come on,” you were the first to crawl through your window, waiting right on the other side for chad to follow you. he did as easily as you had followed him. “let’s go before they kill us.”

[acts of service]

“what are you staring at me for?” chad was used to you looking at him. the same way he was so used to looking for you in a crowded room. currently though it was incredibly hard to focus on the road when you had turned to your side completely in the passenger seat beside him so you could properly stare at him. he tried not to focus too much on the look on your face.

“i’m not,” you were. you so obviously were, you weren’t even trying to hide it. honestly, it was all chad’s fault. that was what you meant to say, though those weren’t the words that came out of your mouth. “i can’t believe you actually wore it.”

“why wouldn’t i?” chad looked at you now that he had come up to a stop sign. “you gave it to me.”

“i mean this is the best way possible. i need you to know that before i say it,” maybe it was the fact that chad had woken you up in class not twenty minutes ago and dragged you out to your car and you were still drowsy. or maybe it was the weird feeling in your chest you were trying to pretend was normal. either way, you had absolutely zero filter sitting there in the car with him at that moment. “you look, like, really good. you look…hot. which is surprising cause i got that shirt for you as a joke, i didn’t think you'd actually wear it, much less pull it off.”

“just because you say you mean it in a good way doesn’t mean it sounds that way,” chad actively chose to ignore your first comment. you thought he looked hot. he could feel his face turn warm just thinking of you actually saying those words to him and he already knew he’d be thinking of them the rest of the day. “and i’m just a little offended you doubted me.”

“no,” you laughed a little bit, leaning your head on the headrest and blinking at him slowly. “it’s just not really your style.” “y/n everything you’re saying is making this worse.” “just hear me out,” you made an attempt at fighting off the amused grin as you reached forward.

there was this strange moment of silence where the only thing happening in the car was you playing with the sleeve of the band tee chad was wearing as you looked him up and down. both of you were painfully aware of it and the air grew tense quickly. but then you cleared your throat and looked him in the eyes again and it was gone.

“you just usually dress really…preppy. the casual shirts and cuffed jeans are new for you.” for once chad doesn’t look away. more often than not he’d avert his eyes when that weird feeling in the pit of his stomach started forming, as it often did when you looked at him, but now he simply stared right back. he couldn’t look away and he wasn’t quite sure why. “is that a bad thing?”

“not at all.” your answer came out easily and you so desperately wanted to add on to it. with what, you had no idea. there was this feeling though, this need you had to express exactly how happy him actually wearing the shirt made you. how happy chad himself made you.

both of you jumped in your seats when a honk sounded from the car that had pulled up behind you and it was then that you realized you were still stopped at the stop sign. the sound of you laughing together filled the silence left after your last statement and it wasn’t until chad pulled into your driveway, turned off your car and handed you your keys that you said anything again. “you’re staying with me right?”

“do you want me to?” chad was already following you to your front door. he knew your answer already, asking was really just a formality.

“you really think i’d let you kidnap me without kidnapping you back and coercing you to stay?” you stopped after unlocking the door and opening it just a crack, stepping up onto the step that led you inside and looking at him just as you had several days ago after giving him that shirt you really couldn’t stop staring at.

chad beamed at you and it was like something was pulling him forward. he could practically feel how warm you were and how cold your house was behind you all at the same time. it wasn’t the first time there was this little space between the two of you. there was truly absolutely nothing stopping him from moving just the slightest bit closer. he didn’t though and he wasn’t too sure why. “you’re gonna have to try pretty hard to coerce me.”

you pretended to think for a second and didn’t miss the way chad’s smile softened when your face twisted into concentration. then you stepped back and let the door swing open, just barely stepping into the doorway and holding it wide open for him to come in. “i just bought that movie you told me to watch last night. we can make lunch and put it on to make fun of it together.”

chad did dare to reach for you then, not wasting another second in pulling you into the house after him, shutting the door, and declaring, “it’s a deal.”

[words of affirmation]

“you’re being ridiculous.” “oh really?” chad huffed as he let himself fall onto the bench seat right inside your window for a second while he caught his breath. “because if i recall correctly, you’re the one who’s refusing to answer anyone's calls. mindy told me you didn’t answer the door when she stopped by earlier so here i am. scaling your house and climbing through the damn window.”

“i was sleeping.” you didn’t move from your spot on your bed or even bother looking away from your laptop screen. “sure, what about when wes stopped by twenty minutes ago, still sleeping then?” “yes.” “liar,” chad rolled onto the floor before quickly standing up and shutting the window he’d climbed through behind him. “you can’t even sleep if you see the hallway light coming in from under the door, there’s no way you were sleeping when the sun was right outside your window.”

“why are you even here,” you shifted under your covers until you had turned so you didn’t have to look at him anymore. “don’t you have practice or something?” “i left early.”

that caught your attention. you paused the movie playing on your laptop and chad took that as his okay to move further into the room. he didn’t hesitate in the slightest to walk around to the other side of your bed and crouching down onto the floor right in front of you.

he saw it then. your red and puffy eyes, the sniffle you tried to hide, and the way you pulled the covers up to try and cover the rest of your face. he pulled the covers back down and let out the softest sigh. his free hand twitched again from where he had it resting on his knee as he crouched in front of you. and then he gave in.

chad reached forward and with the gentlest touch imaginable, just held you. he wiped away tears that were no longer there and he’s the one that stares at you for once. neither of you is too sure of how much time passes exactly, he just keeps caressing you gently with his head tipped to the side so he can look at you directly until finally he says. “do you wanna talk about it?”

and you tell him everything. every single thing on your mind. every ailment you feel, both physical and emotional. you tell him everything that hurts and how insignificant it all feels and chad quietly listens to every bit of it, never moving from his spot in front of you that doesn’t look very comfortable at all.

“you’re wrong about one thing,” he finally tells you once it feels like you’ve let it all out. “it’s not insignificant.” those three words feel so very simple but they almost make you cry all over again.

so without much thought at all you launch yourself at him, arms wrapping tightly around his neck making both of you tumble to the floor in a haphazard mess of limbs. chad groans a bit from the shock and the impact but mostly lets out a small laugh as he holds you close. “what was that for?”

“no reason. it’s just,” your voice comes out muffled and you roll off of him, letting yourself fall onto the floor of your room. “you’re my best friend and you mean a lot to me.”

you still aren’t looking at him. you’re looking at the carpet beneath you this time, picking at it softly to avoid having to acknowledge the way chad is staring at you.

he can’t look away. not in the slightest. it’s like something has paralyzed him and he has no choice but to keep his eyes trained on you, studying the way you react to his words when he tells you. “i’ve got you,” you hear him, he knows that much. you stop picking at the floor beneath you and he watches the smile he loves so much start to appear again. “i’m here. i always am.”

and you’re so incredibly positive that he means it.

[physical touch]

he can’t stop. now that’s it’s happened once he really can’t stop. there’s this need deep inside of him, telling him he just has to be touching you in some way shape or form every single time you’re even remotely near him. it’s getting more and more obvious. all of it.

“what’s wrong with you?” wes narrows his eyes from where he’s sitting across from chad and leans forward on the lunch table. chad, for the first time since he sat down twenty minutes before, looks away from the door that exists out into the courtyard. ���what?”

“he’s talking about the fact that you haven’t stopped fucking moving since you sat down,” mindy elbows him in the side and he shouts before glaring at her. she doesn’t care, simply relieved by the momentary reprieve from the way his leg bouncing was shaking the entire table. she only repeats the question, “what’s wrong with you?”

chad doesn’t hear her though because he hears the door open again and much to his relief you’re finally walking through it while laughing at whatever it is that tara had told you. he doesn’t say a single word, he just stands and grabs his bag before walking right towards you.

“hey - woah,” you’re still smiling when chad takes your hand and pulls you right back through the door and into the school. he keeps pulling you along and you don’t argue whatsoever. you do, however, stop once you reach one of the hallways. “kidnapping again, really?”

“you can’t use that excuse anymore, it isn’t kidnapping if you come voluntarily every time,” chad stops when you do and drops your hand. he quickly decides he doesn’t like the empty feeling, though, and puts his hand on your arm this time.

you smile up at him and stare. just like you always do and chad is sure he will never get enough of that look in your eyes. “what’s up with you, anyway, why’d you drag me in here?”

he tries searching for an answer, he really does. nothing comes to mind though. it has to be the way you’re looking at him, that has to be the reason his mind is going blank. the reason why there’s nothing but white noise playing on a loop as he stares right back at you and isn’t able to find a single word. the longer he thinks, the more he’s sure he never even had a reason to drag you away. he just knows he had to.

“i don’t know,” he isn’t expecting to admit it but he does so anyway. you look like you want to say something to him again, he can tell. he can see the wheels turning but right when you open your mouth the bell rings and the people start filing into the halls.

you’re the one that takes chad’s hand as soon as you hear the bell and the action has him floored. he stares down at where his hand is being held tightly by yours and processes absolutely nothing else.

chad doesn’t notice a single thing around him until he physically crashes into you and he realizes it’s gone quiet. when he looks around he realizes you’ve pulled him into one of the stairwells, into this little gap right on the opposite end of the stairs where no one can see either of you unless they’re really looking.

“who’s the kidnapper now?” he smiles when you laugh and point at him accusingly. “fuck you, you came voluntarily.” the talking in the hallway is only background noise and even if it was louder you’re sure neither of you would hear a word anyway.

chad really doesn’t want to say anything. he is perfectly content standing in that stairwell with you, just silently looking at the way you smile at him without any interruptions around. he takes a step closer, backing you up against the wall. you don’t mind in the slightest, you actually lean forward a little bit, so close to him that he can practically feel you on him.

“what -” it takes an incredible amount of effort for chad to keep his eyes trained on yours and nowhere else. “what are we doing in here anyway?”

he can feel the way your body moves when you shrug innocently, never looking away and the smile on your face never fading.

“i don’t know.” you echo his words back to him and its like everything repeats itself all over again. the door to the stairwell slams open and you both jump in surprise.

your brain works faster than chad’s. you grab the collar of his shirt and pull him towards you with full force. he stumbles a little bit and next thing he knows he’s falling into you completely, just barely catching himself against the wall.

he’s hyper aware of everything then. his body flush against yours, completely trapping you against the brick wall. his hands on either side of your head with your face dangerously close to his. one of your hands covering his mouth to prevent him from making a single noise while the other grips the fabric of his shirt tightly.

chad only has a single thought. he could definitely get used to hiding in stairwells with you if it kept leading to this.

[nolovelingers]

scream 4 ,, v ,, vi masterlist. 𖤐

(^з^)-☆

ETHAN LANDRY ﹒ ✦ imagines

NOT TOO CLOSE ## plot : after being abandoned by chad at a party, ethan finds it to be worth it when he meets you for the first time and seems to be giving you some warning to stay away from him and the danger he brings. — // SFW !

NOW YOU DO ## PLOT : finding yourself woken in the middle of the night by a fire alarm, you were smart enough to grab a blanket. too bad the boy a few rooms over seemed to have forgotten to do the same; and he looks cold. — // SFW !

LEAP ## PLOT : one leap of faith is all it takes, stuck in a love triangle with ethan and tara; waiting for whoever makes the first move. — // SFW !

꩜⭒ headcanons

ethan as your boyfriend . . .

TARA CARPENTER ﹒ ✦ imagines

LEAP ## plot : one leap of faith is all it takes, stuck in a love triangle with tara and ethan; waiting for whoever makes the first move. — // SFW !

꩜⭒ headcanons

coming soon . . .

MINDY MEEKS MARTIN ﹒ ✦ imagines

coming soon . . .

꩜⭒ headcanons

mindy as your girlfriend . . .

JILL ROBERTS ﹒ ✦ imagines

coming soon . . .

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coming soon . . .

CHARLIE WALKER ﹒ ✦ imagines

coming soon . . .

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coming soon . . .

WES HICKS ﹒ ✦ imagines

TELL ME YOU DONT FEEL IT ## plot : after years of hiding behind his feelings wes is finally ready to get you to admit whether you feel the same way or not. — // SFW !

꩜⭒ headcanons

wes as your boyfriend . . .

scream masterlist. 𖤐

(*´Д｀*)

BILLY LOOMIS ﹒ ✦ imagines

coming soon . . .

꩜⭒ headcanons

coming soon . . .

STU MACHER ﹒ ✦ imagines

coming soon . . .

꩜⭒ headcanons

coming soon . . .

preferences — misc. 𖤐

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INCLUDES ALL CHARACTERS ABOVE ﹒ ✦

when they’re jealous . . . — includes chad & sidney + all other characters seen previously — // sfw !

MISCELLANEOUS﹒ ✦

incorrect scream texts ,, part two here . . .

©️nolovelingers 2023 & 2024

[lllivia]

Dare

Amber freeman x fem!reader

Pretty sure it can be read as gn!reader too

Warnings: Suggestive themes, pda (?)

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You walked up to the house, not sure if this was a good idea or not considering all of the murders that had been committed in the last week or so, the driveway was already packed with cars and you could hear the beat of the bass from the party inside. You stood outside the door for a few seconds before you knocked and walked right in, immediately being blasted by the loud music from the party.

You had used over an hour trying to find the perfect outfit to impress Amber freeman, the girl who was hosting the party and your lab partner. You had hardly ever talked outside of class but you still couldn't help but be infatuated by her. She was so beautiful and charming, and you blushed just thinking about what her reaction to your outfit would be.

About an hour into the party you had gotten pulled by your hand towards the sofa in the living room where stab was playing on the tv in the background. You were about to slap the person that had grabbed you before noticing that it was just Mindy.

You and Mindy were actually pretty good friends and had smoked and made out a couple of times at your house. So you didn't really mind when she pulled you down on the sofa next to her. About to ask her confused about what all of this was about you spottet the bottle laying on it's side in the middle of the room and starting to feel your anxiety creep up on you. "TRUTH OR DARE EVERYONE!" shouted Mindy to anyone who managed to hear her, she was only heard by a few people tho who walked over. First came Tara walking in on her crutches you couldn't help but feel incredibly bad for her. You don't know what you would do if you ended up in a situation like she had, probably just accepted defeat already, and even tho you didn't really hang out with her or anything aside from a few casual conversations in class you felt like you actually knew her for who she really was.

Behind Tara came Sam looking slightly worried clutching onto a taller man's hand which you could only assume was Richie after overhearing Amber and Mindy's conversation earlier about how Richie's only alibi from the hospital incident was that he had been watching stab on Netflix. Then Chad came in with Liv who couldn't keep her hands off of him,you looked down feeling slightly awkward, and then finally Amber sat down on the floor in front of you, checking your outfit out before giving you a slight smirk and immediately noticing the effect it had on you. A few minutes later more people had joined and Mindy decided that it was time to start the game. The first few rounds were quite boring considering you didn't know half of the people in the circle. That was until it was Mindy's turn to spin the bottle and it stopped at Amber, you looked up from your phone finally paying attention to what was going on. "Truth or dare Amber?" Mindy asked with an evil smirk playing across her lips. "Dare" amber answered not even batting an eye at the mysterious facial expression her friend had.

"I dare you to kiss Y/N" Mindy said. You looked at her in pure horror from what she had just said not expecting what amber said next "Gladly". So she sat up and began crawling seductively towards you, biting her lip and batting her eyelashes softly, teasing you because she knew what reaction it would cause and obviously seeing your completely red face by now.

She then got up before sitting right down in your lap again wrapping her arms loosely around your neck, pulling you slightly closer. You were pretty sure you were in shock, this was like a dream for you, somebody better check your pulse you thought. Amber then looked between your eyes for confirmation before crashing her lips hungerly against yours acting like she'd been wanting that for ages, her tongue not wasting any time in forcing itself into your mouth your teeth clashing together, both of you had completely forgotten you were at a party with a bunch of teenagers surrounding you. So the make out session went on for about 10 more seconds before Mindy rudely snapped her fingers in your face, smirking. "Now now you two lovebirds get a room why don't 'ya" she tutted jokingly acting like a mother. The people surrounding you laughed loudly. So that's exactly what happened, Amber got up from your lap after giving you one last kiss before whispering hotly into your ear "let's take this to my room" Her eyes were halfway closed again scanning up and down your clothes, and you could see the desperation in her face, so you just nodded and smiled before being pulled up the stairs to her room in a hurry. This was truly a dream come true.

💗 Masterlist 💗

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[mckitterick]

We are the imagination of ourselves

alternate universe Muppet news flash with Bill Hicks

[slashersweethearts]

every time i ponder the meliwes orb i get a little emo out of guilt. i am so sorry white boy wes n i say this as melina’s #1 defender she did NOT deserve that boy 😭

[sunnyie-eve]

Original Final Act(pt.3)

Series: Fondness | Scream

Paring: (Chad Meeks-Martin x OFC Hicks! Ethan Landry x OFC Hicks!)

Word Count: 1519

Warnings: language, knife, gun, attacks, mention of death, death,

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As Lexi leaves with Tara and Sam, Tara can't find her inhaler and said there was an extra one at Ambers so they had to make a pit stop there.

"Yes, a killer on the loose and Amber throws a house party at Stu's house where the original final attacks happen." Lexi helps Tara out of the car looking at Amber's house.

Amber ends up kicking everyone out and Lexi finds Mindy who hugs her, "I'm so sorry." She tells her.

"Thanks." She said and Liv joins sitting down pissed off.

"Liv, where's my brother?" Mindy asks.

"What? I don't know, Mindy. Probably off accusing everyone of being the killer except Lexi. Because apparently, you are the only person he's 100% cleared. Not even his own girlfriend." Liv huffs.

"Well, I wouldn't kill my mom and brother. So fuck you." Lexi gets up going off alone hoping the killer will find her and kill her. She just wanted to be with her family again.

As she walks alone she hears a slight quiet groan and sees a body in the distance, "Oh my god, Chad!" She runs over seeing he was stabbed a lot. "Fuck. You're going to be okay. I'll call for help." She reaches for her phone but it wasn't in her pocket. "I have to go get help. Don't leave me too please." She gets up running inside and sees Ghostface going to attack Mindy.

"Hey!" She throws a lamp at him and he goes after her and gets a stab in but then Sam rushes in making him run off. "I'll be okay. Mindy! I found Chad outside. He's hurt bad." She tells Sam as they bend down to Mindy.

"What did you guys do to her?" Amber screams coming in with Tara.

"Ghostface attacked her and stabbed me. Sam didn't do shit."

"What the fuck?" Richie shows up saying he went to the basement to get beer before Liv comes rushing in.

"I was with Tara so one of you is the fucking killer!" Amber shouts.

"Why is there blood on your hands?" Sam asks Liv.

"I found Chad." She cries.

"You're fucking lying." Amber tells her.

"No, I found him and ran inside to see Mindy getting attacked. She's not lying, Amber." Lexi tells her holding where she was stabbed.

"Maybe you're both the killer." Richie says.

"Fuck you, Amber. I'm not the fucking killer!" Liv says through her teeth.

"I know." Amber shoots her in the head. Making Richie grab Sam to run and Lexi runs off hiding.

"Anyone hiding killer or not you have five seconds to show yourself!" Sidney shouts out making Lexi grab something to protect herself leaving the closet.

"Sidney." She quietly calls out.

"Lexi."

"I kinda don't wanna get shot too." She says putting pressure on her stab wound.

"Get something to protect yourself." She heads off getting the call from Ghostface while Lexi rushes to the kitchen finding a knife then goes over to check if Mindy still had a pulse.

"Mindy, come on. You have to push through too. I can't lose you or Chad too." Lexi begs her and takes her phone calling for help before ending the call for her safety as she hears commotion going on.

She gets up to go help but she hears Richie was the second killer so she stays out of sight. There was no way she could rush in to help when one of them had a gun. She would get shot right away like Liv did. She watches Amber go outside to get Gale so she moves to hide somewhere else while she listens to Richie talking about his motive since Stab movies suck since the first one.

"Where's Lexi?" Amber asks Richie before she goes to get Tara out of the closet.

"You didn't find her?" Richie asks.

"No, I took care of Tara and you ran off with Sam. So where did she go?" Amber gets pissed.

"Fuck."

"Yeah, she could be long gone by now and called the police." Sydney says through the pain after being stabbed.

"Fuck!" Amber goes to get Tara who was no longer in the closet tied up.

Tara and Lexi bump into each carefully moving around to his and hide together as Amber looks for the both of them. When Amber gets close Tara beats Amber with one of her crutches so Lexi helps do the same with the other.

Amber was able to get up by kicking so while she fights Tara throwing her around Lexi stabs Amber in the back making her scream out.

"You fucking bitch!" She turns to her fighting for the knife.

"Fuck you!" Lexi stabs her in the left hand as Amber reaches for her.

"Got a lot more fight than your bitch mother. Richie said Wes was weak too." Amber laughs making Lexi really mad.

"FUCKING BITCH!" Lexi tackles her and gets a few more stabs in hitting Amber in the side, arm, and back again.

Amber knocks the knife out of her and crawls for it then stabs Lexi where she was already stabbed by Richie. She wanted to stab her more times but hears Richie in trouble so she leaves like she wasn't stabbed four times.

Lexi groans on the ground bleeding a little more out but she gets up and goes to see Richie's dead body and watches Sam shoot him twice with Sydney and Gale next to her. Amber then comes charging screaming with a knife before Tara shoots her in the head.

"Good shot." Lexi nods her head as Sam and Tara hug making her start to tear up because she had no family. Amber killed her mother and Richie killed her brother. She had no father and there were no close family members that kept in contact.

"Lex." Tara hobbles over to her hugging her knowing why she was tearing up.

"You know I called Richie because he wore plaid." Lexi laughs, "Most killers wore plaid."

When help finally arrived Mindy, Chad, Lexi, and Tara had an ambulance ride to the hospital. They all go to the same one and Chad and Mindy shared a room while Tara and Lexi shared one.

"Lexi, you know you can still stay with us right?" Sam says looking over at her in her hospital bed.

"I don't want to intrude."

"You won't be. You're Tara's best friend and we want you to. I wanna help look after you too. You were like another sister when I babysat you because you never left Tara's side." Sam explains to her.

"Lexi, please stay with us." Tara looks at her as well.

"Thank you."

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After everything Tara, Lexi, Mindy, and Chad went back to school getting closer to graduation. The plan for after high was for them all to try to get into the same college together out of state. To get away from Woodsboro.

"Did you get your letter yet?" Chad rushes over to Lexi sitting at the picnic table.

She shows him the letter, "I'm scared to open it."

"Let's open them together." He takes a seat next to her, "Count down"

"One,"

"Two,"

"Three,"

They both open and read their own letter seeing they got in, "You in?" Chad looks at her smiling.

"Yep." She smiles so they hug each other.

"I know your mom is proud of you, Lex. You're strong."

"Not really. Every night at 3 o'clock in the morning I cry because I won't be seen by anyone. It's unfair how everyone still has their sibling but me and I lost my mom as well. I'm living with Sam and Tara because I have no family. It's hell seeing you and Mindy together and then Tara and Sam. I'm always reminded they're gone." Lexi cries to him so he pulls her into his side comforting her.

"I know it's not fair. Life isn't fair sadly. I always notice when you think about them no matter how hard you try not to show it. Every time that happens I wish I could replace myself with one of them." He rubs her arm.

"No, don't wish that for me because I don't wanna lose you too." She leans back to look at him, "I mean just because we slightly drifted apart and had our little moments doesn't mean I would be less sad if you were killed."

Chad just stares at her before kissing the top of her head. The damn reason he started acting different in the past was because his feelings for her changed and it scared him. She was supposed to be his best friend and not see her as anything different. So he pushed her away some flirting with other girls and then got with Liv hoping the feeling would go away but they never did.

"Did y'all open your letters!" Mindy walks over with Tara.

"Yeah!" They both shout out.

"We were all supposed to do it together you assholes." Mindy glares at them.

"Sorry."

The other two open theirs and they made it in too so they all celebrate together.

[shivroygirls]

can i just say something? at this party here there are maybe 40 of the most important people in america and you have just walked all around, all evening, telling them all that i'm gonna get fired. no, it was implied, lightly, as a little... god! part of a tactical kind of joke. will you explain to me, the joke? because i don't get the fucking joke. MY GOD, TOM! i don't get the joke, i don't get the joke. it was something that he said, that isn't true, that we needed to say. but you stood by his side, and he said it, and you were like "okay, well, that sounds good to me." fuck's sake, i'm not doing this right now. you know i'm in serious trouble, that was a play. you will be okay because you are a tough fucking bitch who will always survive because you do what you need, you will do what — are you even listening? i will be okay? — you will do whatever you need. yeah? really? yeah, you sure you're not projecting, because that is actually you. should we have a real conversation? with a scorpion? no. that was a friendly thing. that was a friendly thing. yeah. sure. real friendly. yeah, no, i'm a scorpion, you're a hyena, you're a... you're a street rat. actually, no, you're a fucking snake. "here's a dead snake to wear as a necktie, tom", "why aren't you laughing?" (pause) i wonder if we shouldn't clear the air. yeah? yeah. sure. i think you can be a very selfish person and i think you find it very hard to think about me — what the fuck? — and i think you shouldn't have even married me, actually. what the fuck? what the ACTUAL fuck? you proposed to me. you proposed at my lowest fucking ebb. my dad was dying, what was i supposed to say? perhaps "no"? i didn't want to hurt your feelings. thanks! thanks for that! yeah, you really kept me safe while you ran off to fuck the phone book. fuck off. you're hick — and then, and then.. — conservative hick — you hid it, you hid it because you were so scared of how fucking awful you are. you were only with me to get to power. you got it now, tom, you've got it! I'M WITH YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU! bullshit, you're fucking me for my DNA, you were fucking me for a fucking ladder because your whole family is striving and parochial. that's not... thats not a fair characterization. no? well, your mom loves me more than she loves you, because she's cracked. you want to... you want to actually clear the air? fine. you betrayed me. YOU WERE GOING TO SEE ME SENT TO FUCKING PRISON, SHIV! AND THEN YOU FOBBED ME OFF WITH THAT FUCKING UNDRINKABLE WINE AND YOU WON'T HAVE MY BABY BECAUSE YOU NEVER EVEN THOUGHT, HONESTLY, THAT YOUD BE WITH ME MORE THAN FOUR FUCKING YEARS, I DON'T THINK! YOU OFFERED TO GO TO JAIL! YOU OFFERED TO GO TO JAIL BECAUSE YOU'RE SERVILE! you're just... YOU'RE SERVILE! YOU ARE INCAPABLE OF THINKING ABOUT ANYBODY OTHER THAN YOURSELF BECAUSE YOUR SENSE OF WHO YOU ARE, SHIV, IS THAT FUCKING THIN! oh yeah you read that in a book, tom? YOU'RE TOO FUCKING TRANSPARENT TO FIND THAT IN A BOOK! you're pathetic, you're pathetic. youre a masochist and you can't even take it. i think you are incapable of love, and i think you are maybe not a good person to have children! well, that's not very nice to say, is it? i'm sorry. i'm sorry, but you... you... you have hurt me more than you can possibly imagine. and you, you took away the last six months i could've had with my dad. no. yes. no! yes. you sucked up to him and you cut me out! it's not my fault that you didn't get his approval. i have given you endless approval and it doesn't fill you up because you're broken. i don't like you. i don't... i don't even care about you. i don't care. have we cleared the air, huh? feel good now? yeah. yeah. fucking great. tip top. you don't deserve me, and you never did. and everything came out of that. so fucking flat.

[samcarpentersgirlfriend]

Headcanons for wes as a boyfriend?

ofc!! also got a request asking for the same thing with gender neutral reader so I’m just combining them together :)

these aren’t the best but I tried lol

|| WES HICKS AS YOUR BOYFRIEND 𖤐₊˚.

warnings: none, just fluff

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- you probably had to make the first real move - wes liked you too much and didn’t want to screw up his chance with you.

- definitely a horrible flirt but honestly? you kind of love that about him. sometimes his flirting or corny pick up lines are so bad that they’re kinda good, which you find super endearing

- his mother taught him from a very young age that the world can be dangerous which means he’s very protective of you

- like he reminds you to lock your back door before you hang up after an evening call just so you don’t forget, because if not he’ll worry about you and your safety

- again, will make you call him when you get home or insist on dropping you himself even if he lives in the complete opposite direction to you

- wes doesn’t mind going out for dinner for a date but I think he would prefer something more intimate and low-key - maybe watching a movie huddles together on the sofa or maybe going to a small, cosy diner compared to a high-end restaurant

- he would come back with gifts for you that he knows that you’ll love more often that not. he tries to play it off and say that he was in the store anyway and just happened to walk by the gift and thought of you, but he definitely went out of his way to get it because he thought it would make you happy

- he’s an overthinker. sometimes you might send a text and sound slightly off or slightly mad and he’ll stay up thinking about it and if he’s done anything wrong

- he takes a lot of pictures of you. whether you’re just sitting, completely engrossed in whatever it is that you’re doing or whether you’re mid-laugh because of some stupid joke he told you, he can’t help himself because he thinks you look so cute!! one of them is definitely his home screen

- he’s watched his mom cook a bunch of times but that doesn’t mean he’s any good at making food himself </3 he’ll try and make you dinner and desert occasionally but one time he messed up so badly he had to cave and order take out instead. you never let him forget it and lovingly tease him about it whenever you got the chance

- when you hang out with your group of friends, you’ll often catch him staring at you like you’re the most beautiful constellation in the sky. when you first started dating he tried to be smooth about it, but after a while he stopped caring and didn’t care if you saw

- very proud to be with you and actively wants everybody to know that you’re his girlfriend - probably talks about you a lot too

- likes psychical touch - especially when you initiate it. if you’re walking together and you grab his hand in a busy crowd, it never fails to make his heart skip a beat - no matter how long you’ve been together. he isn’t really big on extreme pda but loves to be as close to you as possible when it’s just the two of you.

- he’ll also let you borrow or steal his clothes constantly. you’re cold? here, take his hoodie, he’s sweating anyway. you like his shirt? he never liked it anyway and it looks better on you than it ever did on him. he finds it super attractive when you walk into school wearing one of his tops or go to sleep in a pair of his sweatpants

- he loves to share his interests with you - he’ll try and get you to listen to his favourite band or watch his all - time favourite movie so he can talk about it with you (but he would definitely quote all the iconic lines the whole way through or occasionally recreate full on scenes)

- strangely into vinyls and CDs. he has a bunch of them in his room and anytime anybody asks him why he doesn’t just stream music she’ll just send them a death glare and go on a rant about how playing it traditionally is better. he 100% stocked up on records from your favourite artist after you started dating and plays it when he’s sad - it makes him think of you.

- he’s honestly just a huge closeted nerd tbh

- can also play an instrument- he learned when he was a kid and when you found out, you essentially forced him to play for you. he’s not a professional or anything, but he’ll play you songs because he knows you love it

- isn’t a very confrontational person so he tries to ignore arguments altogether. he knows when he messes up and even if it hurts his pride, he’ll apologise because the last thing he wants is to loose you

- if his mom didn’t accept you at first (due to her thinking nobody was truly good enough for her son), he would stand by you and not budge until she realised she was wrong and that wes was happier than ever

- “wes, I don’t want to get between you and your mom, I-“

“no! I’m dating you and she’s gonna get over it whether she likes it or not. I’m not leaving you to make her happy, okay?”

- it honestly warms your heart that he’ll stand up for you like that tbh

- lets you dye his hair if he needs a touch up, even if he’ll be talking the whole time and checking you out in the mirror to make sure you’re doing it right

- honestly just the best bf in general <33



[ultrone]

👩🏻‍💻 ♰ ┈ things the scream characters would tweet.

includes. amber, chad, mindy, liv, wes, ethan, and tara.

n/a. got the templates from pinterest. imma post more later cuz tumblr said i can only add 10 images per post and i got more left 🙄 but still lmk if y’all want me to make more stuff like this, it was fun 🤭

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Old (Part 2)

Once you showed Sam how to set up an instagram account and how to navigate instagram she immediately asked you to take a picture of her. She smiled and slightly tilted her head and made a heart with her hands and fingers. And you showed her the picture you took of her.

“Beautiful”. She said.

“Not as beautiful as you”. Said Sam. You and Sam smiled at each other and she gave you a kiss. You posted that picture as her profile picture.

Amberfreeman’sfreeman: Woah. Sam is on instagram? WesHicks11: Look at our old babysitter. She’s finally gotten with these social media times and made an instagram account.

ChadMartinthestar: Cheesey photo for a cheese gal. No I’m kidding glad to see Sam getting with these technological times.

NotsoTararara: Nice picture. Did you finally figure out how to use instagram?

Sammyyy1997: (Y/n) made the account for me. She showed me how to use it.

MindyMartinnn: Sam is so old she thinks ‘Go DJ’ by Lil Wayne is sang by a group and she doesn’t even know what it means.

WesHicks11: Sam is so old if she had to use an iPad she’d need a laptop to help her function better Because an iPad is way ahead of her time.

AmberFreeman’sfreeman: Sam is so old she only knows how to barely play the very first PlayStation.

(Y/n) lovesher_Sammyyy: Y’all are mean. Leave my baby alone!!

Sammyyy1997: Thank you baby. ❤️❤️🩵 keep being mean to me and no more spaghetti nights on Wednesday nights!

WesHicks11: What??!! Noooo D:

[henneseyhoe]

Just One More. | 2

Lewis Hamilton x BLACK!FEM!Reader

WARNINGS: short, no smut! (surprisingly), just fluffy shit for father’s day <44 😘

SUMMARY: Congratulations! You had the twins! time to deal with lewis and his new dad antics (again), but first, here’s two cute moments.

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“You happy now?”

You stare at your husband through tired and teary eyes, watching him cradle your daughter in his arms. You had just gone through twenty hours of labor, spending half of those hours at home and in pain and the other half in the hospital. When you got there you could barely walk, every contraction you felt striking your belly and back which made your knees weak. You swore hours earlier it was just braxton hicks, but your twins soon proved you wrong. Very, very wrong.

When you heard both their cries erupt in the room, you smiled in victory as you were finally done with the most crucial part.

“You did so good, love”

Lewis praised you with stray tears he could no longer hold in trailing down his cheeks, a sweet kiss being placed on your forehead before he did the same to the twins. The boy who was born first, with no surprise, looked exactly like Lewis. He was a spitting imagine of your other set of twins when they were babies, but that daughter of yours? All you. Exactly three minutes apart, when she arrived the nurses were starting to wonder if Lewis was in the room at all when she was conceived.

You looked at the two newborns, just as proud of your work as god himself was.

“You know, I was gonna lose it if she was a boy” You spoke while gently brushing your fingers through your son’s soft hair. Lewis chuckles and lays besides you in the hospital bed, his eyes switching attention from baby to baby, but never letting go of his babygirl. You smile and let him have his moment. You knew the hogging was mostly because of him being in shock that he actually got his girl, He’d be all over your son also come morning time.

“I’m in awe how much she looks like you. Usually they don’t look like anyone right away but wow…she’s all you, Y/N” Lewis expresses, a finger caressing her blushed cheek. You just nod in agreement, laughing at how her hair stuck up in the front like spikes while everything else laid down. Lewis was too busy gushing over both of them to point out how silly either of them looked.

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When you two took the babies home, it was hard to keep the twins away from them. Your boys were there peeking over your shoulder at every feeding, every burping, every changing, even every bath. They had started to ask when they’d be big enough to play with, a toy in both of their hands as they waited for your answer. Before you could speak, Lewis was already speaking, serving them with the facts while simultaneously burping the baby in his arms.

“They won’t be able to play with you two for a while. They’re too small right now and they don’t do much but sleep and eat”

Your boys pouted, one rolling his eyes back dramatically. “Well, that’s boring! They’re boring!” Silas, the older one huffed, sitting on the coffee table in front of you. Both you and Lewis cackled, but the boys found nothing funny. “Yes, babies are boring for the first few months”

“Why’d you go and get two more then?” Silas’s face scrunched as he asked and you tried helplessly not to laugh so loud at the poor baby that the infant in your arms would jump out of her sleep.

“Yeah, Lewis…Why did we ‘get’ two more?” Egging it on, you look back at your husband for another answer, your face riddled with amusement as he completely curves the question. “Any questions other than that? Saint?”

“So they can’t throw a ball? or catch it?” Saint inquired as he went back to the previous topic, sitting next to his brother. You shake your head ‘no’ and they both sigh.

“And they can’t talk either?” Silas asks, earning another laugh from you and Lewis. You two thought the constant questions would stop at three, but your boys were a curious pair. You’d only hope the next set were a bit more tame but with how the universe humbled you the last time...

“If you hear them talking before they hit nine months then please inform daddy so he can call Guinness world records”

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💌: again, superior trope, dad!lewis for the win, muah!💋

[wandascrush]

Welcome to the world

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Pain, birth, crying, water breaking

Cold sweat lined your forehead when you opened your eyes, adjusting to the darkness in the room. You flung your sheets off the bed and sat up, immediately holding your tender belly. You felt nauseous, cramped up, and sweaty- the worst combo. Immediately, you waddled over to the restroom, splashing cold water on your face and taking shallow breaths in and out. Phew- you were calming down, everything was okay. Just the normal symptoms when your 38 weeks, nothing new.

You hoped the warm light pouring into the bedroom wouldn’t wake up your exhausted wife that only got four hours of sleep the night before, tending to your early morning sickness. You felt bad but hey, you were equal, it’s not like you got any sleep either with this little one growing inside you. You finished drying your face off with a towel and drinking some water through the sink when you decide to head back to bed and try to get more rest, it was probably just some Braxton hicks pains. That is until you felt a gush of water down your legs, your water broke

“Nat-,” she didn’t even stir. You gripped the side of the door frame, hands turning red as you groaned out in pain, “Natty!”

Two hours later you were in a delivery room, damp with sweat and a worried, but excited, wife holding your hand. The hospital lights flooded your vision as nurses and doctors came in and out, checking your dilation. 

Tender lips brushed the top of your head, “Shhhh detka, this is the moment we’ve been waiting for, just a little earlier than planned. Breathe, that’s it, in and out, just like that sweetheart,” and when you looked into her eyes you’d never seen so much love from another human. Your stomach immediately cramped again, pain washing over you as you closed your eyes and took shaky breaths out loud.

Clint was on his way with Laura, the future uncle and aunt of your child, speeding down the highway. Steve, your baby's future Godfather, was two hours away picking up flowers for you, a teddy bear for your little one, and candy for Natty and himself. The rest of the group was getting back from a mission overseas, no doubt they would miss the birth, but you knew they’d be there ASAP.

The warm glow of the bright lights kept you up, even as you tried to shut out all other senses. Closing your tired eyes and imagining what the cries of your baby would be like was the only thing that brought you comfort. Once the pain subsided and nurses stopped poking and prodding you, images of your new family of three eased your mind.

Natasha was right by your side, rubbing your back through the pain and nausea, dabbing your forehead with a cold compress for the hot flashes and feeding you ice chips. In this moment she swore to herself you’d never looked so beautiful. You were her dream come true. All three of you. An hour later your redhead had to step out to update Maria and Fury on what was going on.

At first, sure Fury was disappointed to lose one of his best agents for a couple months for maternity leave- but he couldn’t hide his excitement either.

Laura’s sweet gaze was above you in the meantime, gently lifting your head up to press cold compresses on your neck and chest.

“Hey momma, how’re we holding up?” She grabbed some water for you and adjusted your pillow. 

“Well, for starters I feel like a tiny human is kickboxing with my insides…so right on point I’d say.” You tried to sit up on your elbows, wriggling your way through the copious amounts of hospital sheets.

It felt like hours before the nurses gave you the go-ahead to start pushing. You had never been so glad for any decision like the decision to get an epidural during delivery. Was it still painful? Hell yes. But did it hurt a lot less? Also, hell yes. Natasha felt useless watching you, not being able to help. It was like being stabbed in the chest every time she heard you scream or start to cry. The best she could do was not keel in pain when you practically broke her hand from squeezing it so hard. And then- in a magical instant- she was here. 

Mae Lena Romanoff. 

This beautiful, new child you just delivered was crying and being wrapped in a blanket.

You and your wife’s biggest dream had arrived and she was the most beautiful thing you’d ever seen. Her nose was the same as her momma’s, with your e/c eyes. She had a full head of brownish-reddish hair like Natasha’s, damp on her small head. You couldn’t help yourself from crying, sobbing really, as you looked at this little doll in your arms. And as you looked up at Natasha, she was crying too.

The nurses started cleaning you up and doing all the usual routines after giving birth, making sure not only your baby was healthy but yourself as well. Natasha took the baby in her arms and sat by you, marveling at this little joy she created with her wife. Her gentle arms cradled the baby close to her ear as she whispered to her, “Welcome to the world, little one. As long as I’m here, no one will hurt you. Not ever.”

An hour later the room was filled with Clint, Laura, their kids, and Steve. All of them gently stroked the baby’s head, cooing and “awww”ing. You held her close and pointed to everyone in the room, “That’s your Uncle Clint, he’s going to teach you how to shoot a bow and arrow. And that’s your Auntie Laura, one of the best people you’ll ever meet. Those are your cousins that are going to play with you until you’re all grown up. And that right there, is Steve. The best Godfather anyone could ask for. Later on you’ll meet Tony and Pepper, they’ll get you into so many adventures. We’re all going to love you so much, sweet baby. ” If you could freeze this perfect moment in time, you absolutely would. You knew that as long as you had Natasha, your daughter, and this village to help raise her- your family would always be okay.