#kevin sidney x reader

[urdreamydoodles]

Could we get some headcannons on how X-Men characters would deal with an s/o who struggles with verbal communication? (I was thinking someone who just struggles with words but they could be deaf or mute as well)

Like instead of talking they use notes, or gestures, or even actual sign language to communicate. I was thinking it’s usually done when the reader is struggling to ask for something directly, or just convey what they’re thinking.

(I wasn’t sure if you’d want specific characters to think of or if you’d want free rein, but I’ll list a few of my favourites; Wolverine, Nightcrawler, Gambit, Storm, Morph, Magneto, Beast)

X-Men x Reader

You struggles with verbal communication

Characters: Logan Howlett, Remy LeBeau, Kurt Wagner, Scott Summers, Ororo Munroe, Morph, Erik Lehnsherr, Hank McCoy, Jean Grey, Rogue, Cable & Wade Wilson

Logan Howlett aka. Wolverine

- You’d been living at the mansion for a while, and while most people understood your struggle with verbal communication, Logan didn’t seem to get it at first. He wasn’t rude about it, but his gruff nature often led him to misinterpret your gestures. “What, you can’t just spit it out?” he’d ask, crossing his arms. You’d roll your eyes and scribble something on a notepad, sliding it over to him with a sharp look. He’d grumble but take it, slowly realizing how much effort you were putting into every interaction.

- Logan started paying closer attention over time. He noticed how your hands moved when you gestured, how your eyes flicked to certain objects when you wanted something. He wasn’t the type to ask outright, but he started observing quietly, learning your nonverbal cues like he was piecing together a puzzle. One day, you found him practicing basic ASL signs in the corner of the library. “Figured it might make things easier,” he said when you caught him, scratching the back of his neck.

- He surprised you by using those signs during casual conversations, albeit a bit clumsily at first. When you were struggling to ask for help one day, he simply signed, What do you need? It wasn’t perfect, but it was enough to bring tears to your eyes. “Don’t get all weepy on me, kid,” he grumbled, handing you a tissue. Still, the small smile tugging at his lips showed he was proud of himself.

- Logan’s protectiveness shone through in unexpected ways. If someone gave you a hard time about not speaking, he’d step in with a sharp glare that could silence a room. “Got a problem with how they communicate?” he’d growl, leaving no room for argument. You never asked him to defend you, but his unwavering support made you feel seen in ways you hadn’t before.

- Over time, the two of you grew closer. Logan’s patience, hidden beneath his rough exterior, was a balm to your insecurities. One evening, after a particularly long day, you handed him a note that read, Thank you for understanding me. He read it silently, then looked up at you with an intensity that made your heart race. “Ain’t nothin’ to thank me for,” he said softly. “You’re worth the effort.”

- The shift from friendship to romance was seamless. Logan wasn’t one for grand declarations, but his actions spoke volumes. He started carrying a small notepad for you, just in case you ran out of paper. And when he kissed you for the first time, it was tender, unhurried, as if he was trying to convey all the words he knew you struggled to say. “You don’t need words with me, darlin’,” he whispered against your lips. “I get you just fine.”

Remy LeBeau aka. Gambit

- Remy was instantly intrigued by your quiet nature, his curiosity piqued when he saw you using gestures and notes to communicate. “Mon cher, you always this mysterious?” he teased with a charming smirk. At first, you thought he was just flirting like he did with everyone, but his genuine interest shone through when he started trying to decode your gestures without making you uncomfortable.

- He quickly turned your communication struggles into a game, guessing what you were trying to say with an exaggerated flair. “You tryin’ to tell me you hungry? Or you just wanna see ol’ Remy look like a fool?” he’d say, making you laugh silently. His lighthearted approach made it easier for you to relax, even when you struggled to get your point across.

- One evening, when you left a sketchpad on the table with a note reading, I’m not sure how to ask for help, Remy’s teasing demeanor softened. “Cher,” he said quietly, taking a seat beside you, “you don’t gotta be afraid to ask me for nothin’, yeah? I’ll figure it out.” His reassurance, paired with his playful charm, made you feel safe in ways you hadn’t expected.

- Remy’s natural adaptability shone as he started learning little tricks to help you communicate. He began carrying a deck of blank cards, writing quick responses or questions for you to use. “See? Now we both got somethin’ to write on,” he’d say with a wink, making the process feel less daunting. He even started teaching you French phrases, encouraging you to write them down when words failed.

- The moment things shifted between you two was subtle but impactful. One night, you handed him a note that simply read, I like you. His red eyes glimmered with mischief as he read it, but his smile was surprisingly tender. “Well, cher,” he said, leaning in closer, “guess it’s only fair I tell you somethin’, too.” Before you could respond, he pressed a soft kiss to your hand, his actions speaking louder than words ever could.

- Dating Remy was like navigating a whirlwind of charm and affection. He made it clear that he adored you, using every opportunity to show you how much he cared. From spontaneous gestures to quiet moments where he’d sit beside you, letting your notes and signs speak volumes, Remy proved that your unique way of communicating only made him fall for you harder.

Kurt Wagner aka. Nightcrawler

- Kurt noticed your struggle with verbal communication almost immediately, his empathetic nature drawing him toward you. “You do not speak much, ja?” he asked one day, his tone gentle and curious. When you nodded, he didn’t press further, instead offering you a warm smile. “I understand. We all have our ways.”

- He quickly adapted to your communication style, finding joy in the way you used gestures and notes. “It is like learning a new language,” he said with excitement, his tail flicking behind him. “And I am always eager to learn.” His enthusiasm made it easier for you to open up, his patience and kindness making every interaction feel effortless.

- One day, you hesitated, struggling to express something important. Kurt noticed your frustration and gently placed a hand on yours. “Take your time,” he said softly, his golden eyes filled with understanding. When you finally handed him a note that read, I don’t know how to ask for help sometimes, he nodded solemnly. “You never have to worry about that with me,” he assured you. “I am here for you, always.”

- Kurt began incorporating small acts of reassurance into your daily life, like leaving you notes of encouragement or learning more ASL to communicate with you better. His joy when you taught him new signs was infectious. “Did I do it right?” he’d ask, his tail curling nervously as he signed a simple phrase. Your smile was all the confirmation he needed.

- The turning point came one evening when you handed him a note that read, I think I’m falling for you. Kurt’s eyes widened, and a faint blush colored his blue cheeks. “Mein Schatz,” he whispered, his voice full of emotion. “You have no idea how happy that makes me.” He pulled you into a gentle hug, his tail wrapping around you in a protective embrace.

- Being with Kurt was like stepping into a world of unwavering kindness and affection. He made it his mission to understand you, to support you in every way possible. “You do not need words to tell me how you feel,” he said one day, his fingers tracing your hand. “I can see it in your eyes. And I will always speak for the both of us, if you need.”

Scott Summers aka. Cyclops

- Scott was initially unsure of how to approach you. He respected your quiet nature but didn’t want to overstep. When he saw you using notes and gestures to communicate, he made a conscious effort to pay attention, his leadership instincts kicking in. “Let me know if there’s anything I can do to make things easier,” he said one day, his tone sincere.

- He started picking up on your cues quickly, his analytical mind piecing together patterns in your gestures. “You don’t have to rush,” he’d say whenever you hesitated, giving you the space to communicate at your own pace. His patience surprised you, his usually stoic demeanor softening in your presence.

- One day, after a training session, you handed Scott a note that read, I feel like I’m slowing everyone down. He frowned, shaking his head firmly. “That’s not true,” he said, his voice steady. “You’re part of this team, and we support each other. Don’t ever feel like you’re a burden.” His words were firm but full of warmth, his unwavering belief in you shining through.

- Scott began making small adjustments to accommodate your communication style, like keeping a whiteboard in the common areas or encouraging others to be more patient. “It’s not about how you communicate,” he told you one evening. “It’s about making sure you’re heard.” His support made you feel seen in ways you hadn’t before.

- The moment your relationship shifted was quiet but profound. You handed Scott a note that read, I care about you more than I can say. He read it silently, then looked up at you with a rare, soft smile. “I care about you too,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. The kiss that followed was tender, his hands cradling your face like you were something precious.

- Being with Scott meant being with someone who valued every part of you. He made sure you always felt included, never letting your struggles define you. “You don’t need to say a word,” he told you one day, his hand resting over yours. “I’ll always understand.” His quiet devotion was a constant reminder that love didn’t need words to thrive.

Ororo Munroe aka. Storm

- Ororo was naturally drawn to your quiet strength. She noticed your use of notes and gestures early on, her sharp intuition picking up on how you often hesitated to ask for help. She approached you with her characteristic grace, offering you a kind smile. “You speak in your own way,” she said softly. “And I’d like to listen, if you’ll let me.” Her calm understanding put you at ease immediately.

- Ororo quickly adapted to your style of communication. She never rushed you, instead waiting patiently for you to finish writing or signing. “Take your time,” she’d say whenever she noticed you struggling. Her respect for your pace made you feel valued, and you found yourself opening up more around her.

- One day, you handed her a note that read, I don’t know how to ask for what I need sometimes. Ororo’s serene expression softened, and she placed a gentle hand over yours. “You’ve already asked by sharing this with me,” she said. “Let me help you carry that weight.” Her words felt like a soothing balm, her unwavering support reassuring you in ways you hadn’t expected.

- Over time, Ororo began incorporating subtle gestures to show her understanding. She’d leave small notes of encouragement in places she knew you’d find them, or create gentle winds to carry your written messages to her during training sessions. Her actions spoke louder than words, and they reminded you daily of her care for you.

- The turning point came during a quiet evening in the garden. You handed Ororo a note that read, I think I’m falling for you. Her silver hair shimmered in the moonlight as she read your message, a radiant smile spreading across her face. “The feeling is mutual,” she said, her voice filled with warmth. She leaned in to kiss your forehead, her touch as gentle as a summer breeze.

- Being with Ororo was like standing in the eye of a storm—peaceful yet powerful. She made you feel seen and cherished, her understanding and empathy creating a safe space for your love to flourish. “Your voice is beautiful,” she told you one day, tracing your hand with hers. “Even if it’s not always spoken aloud, it still reaches me.”

Kevin Sydney aka. Morph

- Morph immediately took an interest in you, his playful nature making him curious about your quiet demeanor. “So, what’s the deal?” he asked one day, his tone lighthearted. When you handed him a note explaining that you struggled with verbal communication, his face lit up with excitement. “A challenge, huh? I love a good puzzle!”

- He made it his mission to understand your gestures and notes, often turning your interactions into a game. “Okay, charades it is!” he’d say, mimicking your motions in exaggerated ways that made you laugh. His humor took the pressure off, and you found yourself enjoying his company more than you expected.

- One day, you scribbled a note that read, I’m not good at asking for help. Morph read it aloud, then gave you a dramatic bow. “Lucky for you, I’m great at helping!” he said with a grin. Despite his joking tone, his sincerity was evident in the way he stuck around, always ready to lend a hand.

- Morph’s shape-shifting abilities came in handy when it came to communicating. He’d transform into a giant hand to mimic your gestures or into a cartoonish version of himself to make you laugh when you were feeling down. His creativity knew no bounds, and his efforts to connect with you were as entertaining as they were heartfelt.

- The moment things shifted between you was as spontaneous as Morph himself. You handed him a note that read, I think I like you. He gasped dramatically, clutching his chest like he’d been shot. “I knew it!” he said, pulling you into a spin. When he set you down, his usual joking demeanor softened, and he leaned in to kiss you gently. “I like you too,” he said with uncharacteristic tenderness.

- Being with Morph was an adventure in every sense of the word. He made sure you never felt isolated, using his humor and shape-shifting to keep things light and fun. “You don’t have to say a word,” he told you one day, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. “I can read you loud and clear, and I’m not going anywhere.”

Erik Lehnsherr aka. Magneto

- Erik was initially perplexed by your communication style, his analytical mind trying to make sense of your hesitations. When he realized you relied on notes and gestures, he was intrigued rather than dismissive. “An unconventional approach,” he mused. “But effective, nonetheless.” His curiosity made you nervous at first, but his lack of judgment slowly put you at ease.

- He began studying your gestures with the same intensity he applied to everything else, determined to understand you fully. “Communication is an art,” he said one day, watching as you wrote something down. “And you are a master of it, even without words.” His respect for your efforts made you feel seen in a way you hadn’t experienced before.

- One evening, you handed Erik a note that read, I feel like I’m a burden. He read it silently, his expression darkening. “You are not a burden,” he said firmly, his tone leaving no room for argument. “You are resourceful, intelligent, and resilient. Never diminish yourself in my presence again.” His words, though blunt, were filled with an undeniable care that warmed your heart.

- Erik’s efforts to support you were both subtle and grand. He’d manipulate small metal objects to write words in the air for you or create intricate metal sculptures to convey messages when you struggled. His actions showed a thoughtfulness that contrasted sharply with his usual stern demeanor.

- The turning point came during a quiet moment in his study. You slid him a note that read, I care about you more than I can say. Erik’s sharp eyes softened as he read your words. He set the note down carefully, then reached for your hand. “And I care for you,” he said, his voice low and steady. His kiss was deliberate, filled with the kind of intensity that only Erik could bring.

- Being with Erik was like standing beside a force of nature—powerful, unyielding, and deeply protective. He made sure you always felt valued, his actions speaking louder than any words ever could. “You don’t need to speak,” he told you one evening, his hand resting gently on yours. “Your presence is enough.”

Hank McCoy aka. Beast

- Hank was fascinated by your unique way of communicating, his scientific mind eager to understand the nuances of your gestures and notes. “A fascinating approach,” he said the first time he saw you write something down. “May I inquire further?” His genuine interest made you feel less self-conscious, and you found yourself opening up to him quickly.

- He started keeping a notebook nearby, jotting down your cues and gestures like he was studying a new language. “It’s remarkable how much you can convey without words,” he said one day, his admiration evident. His encouragement made you feel proud of your communication style, rather than ashamed of it.

- One afternoon, you left a note in his lab that read, I feel like I’m too much work for people. When Hank found it, his brow furrowed, and he immediately sought you out. “You are never too much work,” he said, his voice filled with conviction. “If anything, you’ve taught me to see the world in a new way, and I’m grateful for that.”

- Hank’s support manifested in practical ways. He developed small devices to make it easier for you to communicate, like a digital notepad that converted your writing into speech. “A little invention of mine,” he said with a sheepish smile. “I hope it’s helpful.” His thoughtfulness left you speechless, your gratitude clear in the way you hugged him tightly.

- The moment your relationship shifted was as gentle as Hank himself. You handed him a note that read, I think I’m falling for you. Hank read it carefully, his blue fur bristling slightly as he looked up at you with wide eyes. “The feeling is mutual,” he said, his voice soft. His kiss was tentative but warm, filled with the quiet intensity that defined him.

- Being with Hank was like being wrapped in a cocoon of warmth and understanding. He made sure you always felt supported, his kindness and intellect creating a safe space for your love to grow. “Your voice is unique,” he told you one day, his hand resting over yours. “And I consider it an honor to understand it.”

Jean Grey aka. Marvel Girl / Phoenix

- Jean noticed your quiet demeanor and alternative way of communicating long before you realized. She often caught glimpses of your emotions through her telepathy, though she never intruded. When you passed her notes or gestured instead of speaking, she responded with patience and understanding, letting you take the lead. “Take your time,” she’d say softly, her gentle smile a constant reassurance.

- Jean quickly adapted to your style, finding ways to bridge the gaps in communication. She subtly enhanced your gestures with her telepathy, sensing what you meant before you could even fully convey it. “It’s like we have our own secret language,” she teased one day, her green eyes sparkling. Her ability to meet you halfway made you feel less alone.

- One day, during a quiet moment in the mansion’s library, you hesitated before passing her a note. It read, Sometimes, I feel like I don’t belong here. Jean’s expression softened as she read it, and she reached out to take your hand. “You belong wherever you choose to be,” she said, her voice filled with conviction. “And right now, I’m glad you’re here with me.”

- Jean began leaving small notes for you as well, little affirmations that brightened your day. “You’re stronger than you think,” one read, tucked under your door. “You don’t have to say a word for me to know how amazing you are,” said another, left with your breakfast. These gestures reminded you that she was always thinking of you, even in the smallest ways.

- The shift in your relationship came during a walk through the garden. You handed her a note that read, I care about you, more than I probably should. Jean’s face lit up with a radiant smile, and she reached up to tuck a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Good,” she said softly. “Because I feel the same way.” Her kiss was gentle and warm, like sunlight breaking through the clouds.

- Being with Jean felt like basking in a calm, nurturing presence. She understood you deeply, both through her powers and her heart. “You don’t need words to express yourself,” she told you one day, her hand resting lightly on your cheek. “You’ve already said everything I need to hear.”

Anna Marie aka. Rogue

- Rogue was drawn to your quiet, introspective nature. She was no stranger to feeling out of place, and when she noticed your reliance on notes and gestures, she connected with you immediately. “Ah reckon we’re both a little unconventional,” she said one day, her Southern drawl soft. “But that’s what makes us unique.”

- She made it her mission to understand your style of communication, often using humor to lighten the mood. “What’s this one mean?” she’d joke, mimicking your gestures dramatically. Her teasing was never mean-spirited, and her playful attitude made it easier for you to relax around her.

- One afternoon, you left her a note that read, I’m afraid people will get tired of me. Rogue’s gloved hand tightened around the paper, her expression shifting to one of fierce determination. “Sugar, if anyone ever makes ya feel that way, they’re not worth your time,” she said firmly. “Ah’ll never get tired of ya, that’s for sure.”

- Rogue’s physical limitations due to her powers didn’t stop her from showing her care. She’d use small gestures like slipping notes into your jacket pocket or brushing her covered hand against yours to reassure you. Her creativity in expressing her feelings mirrored your own, making you feel understood on a deeper level.

- The turning point came during a late-night conversation in the mansion’s common room. You passed her a note that read, I think I’m falling for you. Rogue’s green eyes widened, and she bit her lip nervously. “Ah’ve been feelin’ the same way,” she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper. She leaned in, her gloved hand cupping your cheek as she kissed you carefully, mindful of her powers.

- Being with Rogue was like finding a kindred spirit. She understood the challenges of feeling different and made sure you never felt isolated. “You don’t need to say a thing, darlin’,” she told you one day, her smile soft and warm. “Ah know exactly how ya feel.”

Nathan Summers aka. Cable

- Cable’s gruff exterior initially made you hesitant to approach him, but he surprised you with his patience and attentiveness. He noticed your preference for notes and gestures right away, his keen tactical mind quickly adapting to your style. “Communication’s about understanding,” he said once. “Doesn’t matter how you do it, as long as it works.”

- Despite his hardened demeanor, Cable showed surprising softness when it came to you. He’d take your notes seriously, his cybernetic hand carefully holding the paper as he read. “Got it,” he’d say with a small nod, making you feel heard and respected.

- One day, you scribbled a note that read, I don’t know how to ask for help. Cable’s steel-blue eyes softened as he read it, and he placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder. “You don’t have to ask,” he said simply. “I’ll always have your back.” His words, though straightforward, carried a depth of sincerity that stayed with you.

- Cable’s actions spoke louder than words. He’d leave you supplies he thought you might need or subtly adjust his schedule to be around when he thought you might struggle. His protective nature made you feel safe, even without verbal reassurances.

- The moment your relationship shifted was quiet but profound. You handed him a note that read, I think I’m falling for you. Cable read it, his expression unreadable at first. Then, a rare smile crossed his face. “Guess I’ve been waiting for you to say that,” he said, pulling you into his arms. His kiss was firm yet gentle, a reflection of the man himself.

- Being with Cable was like having a steadfast anchor in a chaotic world. He didn’t need flowery words to show his care; his actions spoke volumes. “You’ve got your way of communicating,” he told you one day, his voice steady. “And I’ve got mine. Together, we make it work.”

Wade Wilson aka. Deadpool

- Wade was immediately fascinated by your unique communication style. “You’re like a mysterious, silent protagonist,” he quipped one day, leaning dramatically against a doorframe. “Do I get to be the comic relief in your story?” His lighthearted approach put you at ease, though his constant chatter sometimes overwhelmed you.

- He took your notes and gestures as a challenge, often exaggerating his responses to make you laugh. “Oh, I see what you mean!” he’d say, even when he clearly didn’t. His antics were equal parts endearing and infuriating, but his genuine effort to connect with you never wavered.

- One day, you passed Wade a note that read, Sometimes I feel like I’m too much. He stared at it for a moment, unusually quiet. Then he grinned and said, “Too much? Sweetheart, have you met me? You’re like the perfect yin to my yang!” His humor was disarming, but the sincerity in his eyes reassured you.

- Wade found creative ways to communicate with you, often using props, drawings, or even sock puppets to convey his thoughts. “See? Communication is an art form,” he said, holding up a poorly drawn cartoon of the two of you. His efforts were chaotic but heartfelt, showing you how much he cared.

- The shift in your relationship came during a quiet moment in his usually loud life. You handed him a note that read, I think I love you. Wade froze, uncharacteristically speechless. Then, with a dramatic flourish, he scooped you into his arms. “I knew it!” he shouted, spinning you around. His kiss was surprisingly tender, a rare glimpse of the man beneath the mask.

- Being with Wade was unpredictable but filled with joy. He made you feel understood in his own chaotic way, proving that love didn’t need to follow traditional rules. “You don’t need words,” he told you one day, his voice unusually soft. “I get you. And trust me, that’s saying something.”

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nico was panicking.

how could you just disappear from the apartment without so much as telling anyone? especially now that you were pregnant.

immediately, nico checked find my iphone, but your location didn't show up. he checked snap maps as well but you'd turned your location off, making the hischier man even more worried.

"isla please tell me you know where y/n is," he pleaded on the phone.

on the other line your best friends rolled her eyes. “what do you want nico,” she asked.

“isla, i want to talk to y/n/n, please just tell me where she is,”

“oh so now that she’s gone you want to talk?”

nico sighed and looked to jack, the phone was on speaker, jack just shrugged he had to agree with his ex.

“i didn’t want to talk when i was angry okay, so please tell me she’s with you and i’ll come pick her up” nico justified.

“she’s not with me.”

nico groaned, banging his head on the table. jack was scrolling on his phone before he spoke up “she’s not with isla, maybe try calling her.”

shaking his head, nico looked through his phone to dial another person.

“nico hischier do you know what time it is?” amanda asked.

“amanda, please tell me y/n/n’s with you,” nico responded.

over the phone nico could hear amanda sigh. “nico, i’m going to give you some advice and i really think you should listen to it,”

nico’s silence served as an ‘okay’ for amanda to continue.

“you and y/n have gone through great lengths to keep this relationship a secret. you’ve been dating for what a year and a half and your fans still don’t know. that just shows how willing you are to look after your girlfriend. but when you’ve got a pregnant girlfriend who’s had to put her career on hold you don’t get to shout at her,”

“i know and that's why i want to talk to her,” he interrupted.

"nico, go to sleep. she's finally gone to sleep and she shouldn't be disturbed. go to sleep and the two of you can talk tomorrow," amanda advised him.

although, the mother couldn't see him, nico nodded. "yeah okay. goodnight, sorry for disturbing you," he apologised.

nico didn't sleep very well.

he tossed and turned all night thinking of a way he could plead for you to come back home.

nico woke up to a pleasant surprise, amanda had sent him the address to where you were.

"she's in fucking boston," nico cursed.

he, jack and timo were gathered in jack's apartment waiting to go pick you up.

"great, now pack your bag and let's get on the team plane we can head to this address when we land," jack ushered.

nico looked at his alternate in confusion.

"we're playing the bruins nico. in boston," he informed.

that was all it took for nico to haul ass into the plane.

meanwhile in boston

"marchy, i don't want you to hurt him," you repeated for what felt like the hundredth time.

brad gave you a pointed look "are you sure cause sid said he's ready to knock a few teeth in and flower's planning on tripping him he comes close enough to the net," he rambled.

"hold on, how do flower and sid know?" you asked.

brad paused for a second. you weren't supposed to know about the group chat.

"bradley kevin marchand. how do sidney crosby and marc-andre fleury know I'm not talking to my boyfriend?" you asked again.

"i may have texted the group chat," he answered.

brad then spent thirty minutes explaining that all the older guys in the league that wanted to look out for you, created a group chat to keep each other up to date about your whereabouts.

he then confessed to there being a league-wide group chat filled with both old and young guys who care about you.

you were going to blame your hormones but the thought of people in the league caring about you made you cry.

and faith always had perfect timing as the doorbell rang.

brad had an inkling of who it could be so he asked you to get it.

upon opening the door, you were met with nico's worried face staring at you in relief.

the devils captain brought you in for a hug, not caring that the two of you were fighting previously.

"schatzli, you have to promise me you won't do this again. i was so worried about you I couldn't sleep and I called everyone but they didn't know where you were until amanda sent me your location this morning. when I saw you were here I realised that you probably flew and that's not exactly safe for the baby so I started panicking even more," he ranted.

"i'm sorry," you interrupted.

"no schatzli, you have nothing to be sorry about. I'm the one who got mad at you for no reason, I shouldn't have shouted at you especially now that you're pregnant," he apologised.

"it's just so hard seeing you guys play and not be there with you. like guys who are injured still get to go on the ice but I can't and it sucks. and none of the guys come visit anymore and it makes me think you guys forgot me," you whispered the last part.

nico's eyes softened at your hurt expression.

"i'm so so sorry my love. it's all my fault. i thought you were upset when the boys came over so I told them not to hound you with their presence, I never meant for them to stop visiting at all," he explained.

you nodded and brought him in for a hug and a kiss.

"does this mean i can tell the guys to hold off of hurting him?" brad asked, making his way to the front door.

you turned and nodded at him. "yes and if I see anyone try something, I will fight them myself," you threatened.

brad nodded and took his phone out to send a text.

out the corner of your eye, you saw nico giving you a look that said 'what is he talking about?'.

but you ignored him and gave him one more kiss "thank you for your hospitality brad, but I think I'm gonna follow this guy back home," you thanked going over to give brad a hug.

brad marchand may be a rat on the ice but to you he's just uncle brad.

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˗ˏˋ THE MRS. CLAUSE ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — NATE MACKINNON x claus!reader premise — when she took the reins as the world's chief claus, her father forgot to disclose one very pressing hidden clause in the job contract…  cw — me getting way too into the lore of the council of legendary figures, reader is blinded by stress and nate is in lurrrvvv, and some mild angst wc — 2k

˗ˏˋ HOLIDATE ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — JACK HUGHES x reader premise — in order to avoid the annual interrogation into his love life, jack hughes enlists his longtime friend to be his totally platonic plus-one for the holidays. cw — alcohol mention, jack being moody while luke and quinn are menaces, and reader and jack are idiots (in love, affectionate) wc — 2.3k

˗ˏˋ CANDY CANE GRAM ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — teacher!JEFF SKINNER x teacher!reader premise — their students decide to play matchmaker before a school dance; will their scheming pay off? cw — me using jeff as an outlet for the degree in education i don’t use bc i would like to be financially stable, jeff and reader being sneaky sneaky, kiddos trying to play cupid, and my history major jumping out! wc — 2.4k

˗ˏˋ THE NANNY ON THE SHELF ˎˊ˗ ➤ series masterlist   pairing(s) — dilf!ERIK JOHNSON x reader premise — in erik's absence, his nanny takes over staging the family's elf on the shelf in order to keep the magic alive for his children. results are… questionable. cw — pre-relationship/pre-therapy erik being a dick and josie being sassy (if you can’t handle the heat, get outta the kitchen — looking @ you ej…) wc — 1.1k

˗ˏˋ TRADITION ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing — dbf!SIDNEY CROSBY x reader premise — it may not be the right plant, but it's close enough to justify upholding the festive tradition. cw — unspecified age gap (everyone's legal, dw), smokin' grass (oiud, a joint, mary jane, whichever term you want to use), 18+ content — innocence/corruption kink, adult language/dirty talk, sexual activity under the influence between two consenting adults, fingering (r), oral (r), slight exhibitionism kink, unprotected p in v + creampie (a very merry chrysler to you) wc — 4.4k

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˗ˏˋ FARMER’S DAUGHTER ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — foreman!JOSH ANDERSON x farmer’s daughter!reader premise — she’ll always remember the time she let her daddy's foreman soil her in the middle of his pasture… cw — backdoor play, costumes/roleplay (kinda sorta), + risky location/exhibitionism, implied age gap, outdated patriarchal beliefs, innocence kink, corruption kink, slight humilation kink, spit as lube, dacryphilia, slight overstim, unprotected p in v, possessive!josh x virgin!reader (outdated definition and beliefs here, too) and just general filth wc — 3.5k

˗ˏˋ BONER-KILLER ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — camp counselor!JACK HUGHES x camp counselor!reader premise — no machetes, no hockey masks… at least, that’s what he promised. cw — a few jokes about death/dying and murder, rather short n tame ("vanilla") barely-there spice from me???, jack being a little shithead (and a little switchy omg), a smidge of angst, and spoopy ending… (kevin heimbach hive rise!) wc — 1.4k

˗ˏˋ NEW PERSPECTIVE ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — (soft)dark!stalker!QUINN HUGHES x grey!reader premise — in his own shadowy domain, he could be whatever and whoever he wanted… cw — dom!reader + subby-as-hell!quinn (ngl he’s kind of a pathetic loser here, but that’s why we love him), m!receiving oral (perhaps too much idk you tell me) + cum play x2, quinn rendered dumb and speechless by his raging humiliation kink and his need for degradation (and an itty bitty bit of praise — quinn: new kink unlocked), i have been plagued w ball play as of late so im subjecting yall to it, mention of edging and orgasm denial, oh and just some pheromone kink bits and a cute lil oral fixation moment or two, nothing to see here! wc — 4k

˗ˏˋ LIVE DEMONSTRATION ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) ➤ series masterlist pairing(s) — camboy!MITCH MARNER x camgirl!reader (+ some special guests) premise — their first performance with a live studio audience! cw — cameos…bc cameo lol, public sex (a literal audience), unprotected boinking + creampie, some reach-around finger-bang action, unprotected coitus + cum play bc mitchy is nasty, praise kink influencer!mitch — "content, baby, content!" (name that vlogger lol), brief past phone sex (kinda? idk you'll see), discussion of sex work and the selling of items wc — 3k

˗ˏˋ A PEARL ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — captain!ERIK KARLSSON x reader premise — its the rum talking… or is it? cw — stranger sex and CMNF, 18th century purity culture and oral (f receiving)  wc — 600 (preview of my POTC au)

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˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — firefighter!QUINN HUGHES x reader premise — over a decade ago, jack hughes broke her little sister’s heart. out of loyalty, she hasn’t spoken to his elder brother, quinn hughes, since. the holiday season is brimming with miracles; will a mended bridge make the list this year? cw — angst with a fluffy ending, quinn and the reader being overprotective idiots, named sister!oc (for the reader), kinda non-linear timeline, and less dialogue from me than usual wc — 2.7k

˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — baker!NICO HISCHIER x wedding planner!reader premise — nico, the owner of the most sought-after bakery in town, has always had a crush on the reader, an equally popular wedding planner in the area. never more than acquaintances, they still bonded over a shared love of sweetening memories for their special clients. without words, he can tell something is different this time – something is wrong. something happened last christmas; can nico save her from tears this year? cw — angst, mention of infidelity (not on or by nico), a failed engagement and some scrooge-esque pessimism, and some tooth-rotting, cliché fluff! wc — 1.6k

˗ˏˋ 𝐍𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — MICHAEL BERZATTO (fx’s the bear) x reader premise — he should be at the celebrating, but he isn’t. he was, but not anymore. not after she called. instead, he’s playing… knight in shining sleigh for his kid brother’s childhood playmate. there’s only one way for this night to end… and it won’t land either of them on the nice list this year… cw — unreliable narrator + self-deprecation, age gap, non-canon timeline for the bear (because i don't want to do math lol), mention of reader x ritchie and implied past carmie x reader, alcohol, a lot of degradation, thigh riding / dry humping, orgasm denial, spit play, unhealthy people in an unhealthy non-relationship relationship, a pinch of misogyny, slight impact play, and slight inappropriate use of a santa costume… wc — 2.9k

˗ˏˋ 𝐂𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐔 𝐖𝐇𝐎 ˎˊ˗ (social media au) pairing(s) — JACK HUGHES x reader; jack hughes x olivia rodrigo (iykyk); COLE CAUFIELD x reader premise — inspired by the song of the same name off of sab’s fruitcake ep cw — mention of cheating, me villianizing jack a wee bit, well-deserved cole love, and me having too much fun with famous!reader

˗ˏˋ 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — dilf!ERIK JOHNSON x nanny!reader ➤ series masterlist  premise — (set before the main story) every member of the johnson household loves christmas. all but the patriarch, whose heart seems to be two sizes too small. there is one person, however, who might put things right… cw — too much time in grinch!erik’s head, erik being a douche canoe for no reason and mopey because he’s emotionally constipated, alarming lack of josie and reese, and mel stirring the pot wc — 2k

˗ˏˋ (𝐑𝐄𝐃, 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃) 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN (tg: maverick) x bradshaw!reader premise — a christmas miracle is orchestrated by the one person she least expects. cw — a cheesy nickname, mention of candy, an only child writing sibling banter, me not being over goose’s death (that i’ve only seen once because i physically can't experience that again), a smidge of angst followed by tooth-rotting fluff, a wee bit suggestive at the end, and my inability to keep a story contained to one upload wc — 1.8k

˗ˏˋ 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐔𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐌𝐑𝐒. ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — professor!SIDNEY CROSBY x TA / grad student!reader premise — red lips, green envy. cw — nameless biotches trying to steal our man!! power imbalance, secret situationship, references to sex but nothing descriptive, and angst angst angst but some fluff for good measure too, some oc deets added to the reader (nothing physical) for story purposes, and insecurity being a bitch but sid is so words of affirmation slay <3 wc — 2.3k new au verse coming soon!

˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — MATTHEW TKACHUK x reader premise — during an island getaway, festive fury brings unspoken truths to the surface. cw — white people vacationing in hawai’i, mention of alcohol and liquid courage, reference to (past) underage drinking and (past) sex between consenting minors, mention of elementary age-bully, matty being a jealous, elitist douche via inner monologue and a loser-boy via sudden on-set of foot-in-mouth disease (very dangerous — stay safe out there, y’all!), reference to virginity / a lil slut-shaming, angst with a fluffy, suggestive ending wc — 3k

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐒, 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐘 ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — grinch!JAMIE DRYSDALE x martha may!reader premise — jamie hates christmas, but it may just all be a misunderstanding. cw — jamie being a passive aggressive baby because he's emotionally constipated, references to childhood bullying, emotional cheating / physical cheating (not on jamie or the reader, brief and kinda wholesome), jamie smoking a cig bc ~stressed~ (and a lack of healthy coping skills), mention of blood/violence (super brief), and references to an angel tree topper but no religion or religious components wc — 2.3k

˗ˏˋ 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑 𝐏𝐋𝐔𝐌 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — single dad!MATT MARTIN x ballerina!reader premise — its the first role many young ballerinas aspire toward, and matt’s daughter is no different. however, matt has different aspirations for this season’s sugar plum fairy… cw — an age gap (unspecified, but mentioned), naughty things in a risky and wholesome location, me caring too much about stage costumes, non-hockey playin’ matt (implied), unprotected p in v coitus, and matt being a dirty simpy dog for his kid’s favorite person wc — 1.3k

˗ˏˋ 𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖! ˎˊ˗ pairing(s) — JOE BURROW x reader premise — an unexpected road trip with his best friend’s little sister becomes a bit more than joe bargained for—in the best way possible. cw — insensitive comment about concussions, awkward!joe 🤍's the reader, + reader has a fear of storms and an overprotective brother wc — 1.4k

˗ˏˋ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐌𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 �� 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — JEREMY SWAYMAN x reader premise — his california girl has never seen snow. this isn’t exactly what she had in mind, but she's not complaining… cw — this is straight-up p*rn. cum sharing/cum play, unprotected anal sex + ass eating from the back🙊, manhandling (affectionate), bondage via ribbon, spitting <3, minor objectification + minor discussion of injury, hints of overstim, personification of body parts, and dom!sway being a downright filthy menace ass man with a condescending potty mouth (pun not intended, but funny nonetheless) wc — 1.9k

˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — TREVOR ZEGRAS x reader (established); JAMIE DRYSDALE x reader; MASON MCTAVISH x reader; background trevor x the boys; slight jamie x mason premise — what better gift on your friends to bestow than the gift that keeps on giving? cw — everyone’s a lil bi because why not, trevor is boyfriend of the year, mason and jamie bickering over whose turn it is to munch, tz + reader are switchy and mason + jamie are bratty and subby, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), accidental edging, trevor being a cocky menace and stirring the pot, and a wee bit of a cliff-hanger bc i'm incapable of controlling myself :-) oh, and the current pet name fixation of the week! wc — 2k

˗ˏˋ 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐊 & 𝐂𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐄𝐒 ˎˊ˗ (18+ // minors DNI) pairing(s) — movie!MIKE SCHMIDT (fnaf) x reader premise — mike has something very specific on his list this christmas. cw — slight festive roleplay, breeding kink to the max (with the explicit intention of getting her knocked tf up), mike being obsessed with tits (and having a raging lactation kink), nipple play, dry humping & domestic dirty talk, no p in v (happens off-page/screen), mention of a past pregnancy scare, me wanting abby to be happy with every fiber of my being, and potential FNAF spoilers (honestly, not really) wc — 2.5k

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[asheurbanipal]

When it talks to you like you don't belong Ch. 1

on A03

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Summary:

They've been through a lot in the last year and a half, even after saving the world. Giant robots in upstate New York. Saving babies from burning cars. Merc job gone wrong. Jealously. Kidnapping. Self-induced amnesia. Falling in love harder every day. The past few months have been quiet, though, allowing time for simple domestic bliss to settle in around their cottage on the X-Mansion property. When a new threat from outer space and out of time emerges, it opens both their worlds to new possibilities of danger...and uncertainty...

Deadpool/Wolverine with special guest: Venom!

Other important character: Morph/Kevin Sidney (mentioned)

Light Explicit

Words: ~8k

Chapter 1/3 in series

Content: possession, alien invasion multiverse shit, deep cut Venom lore because I'm an Advanced Comic Reader, a little couch hanky-panky, disassociation, canon-level violence

wade

Wade shot up in bed.

"Cable?" He hissed into the darkness, looking through the shadows of the room. 

That telepathic asshole hanging around? Not that I'm necessarily complaining. This close to getting that three-way, and that hot mutant ass would push anyone over.

No interlopers revealed themselves in any of the corners. 

"Calling out other men's names in your sleep?" Logan reached an arm over Wade's waist and cuddled into him. "He's not a bad choice for that, I guess."

Hah. Fucking knew it.

Wade rubbed his hand along Logan's shoulder. 

"Weird dream, I guess." Wade snuggled back down under the blanket, letting Logan's arm fall heavy on his chest. He didn't go back to sleep immediately, though. Something was…off… The night through the room was a little too dark, too black and scary. The slight nagging voice still rang at the back of his head like sickly tinnitus. He rolled over and Logan's hand dropped to his waist. 

Wade glanced up at the small black box on the nightstand. It had been six months since they temporarily wiped their own memories to resolve a bet, and it had been good. So good. Good enough that it made him nervous because guys like them weren't usually allowed to have good things like this. He loved him so much, it hurt, though, so that had to count for something.

They had also, in the aftermath of their self-enforced amnesia, scaled back on merc work and X-Men missions. It had started with a short vacation where they stayed home and tried to get a feel for what a lower-stress version of their life would be like. And it was great. A little boring, but holy shit? 

And we only fucked non-stop the first week.

Last week, Logan had brought out the rings. It wasn't a proposal. They weren't engagement rings.

No Sandra Bullocks to be seen.

They were just thin silicone bands that Logan said were to "think about it." There were a few hours during their memory wipe when they thought they were already married. Logan had seemed to enjoy the idea, but Wade never properly caught on. These conflicts suggested to Logan, apparently, that marriage was simply "too abstract." He wanted "something tangible to focus on." And a few other big words about manifestation and dreamboards he had gotten from his online PTSD group. 

And it was working. Wade had blown him off, at first, but looking at the ring box a couple of times a day drew his attention back to the idea and made him think about it in little bursts. When he tackled it that way it was easier to wrap his head around the idea. He wasn't sure how he quite felt about it, yet, but he was able to grasp it, at least.  

He pulled up closer to Logan to get into full little spoon mode. That finally settled him enough to start drifting off to sleep. As the soft blackness overtook him, the voice rattled in his head again. Something calling to him from the distance. 

"Honey badger," Wade called through the bathroom door, lifting his voice above the sound of running water. "Going to the Danger Room; I promised Laura some drills."

"Kay, babe. Fuck her up." 

What a great father-daughter relationship.

Wade moved to the special closet in the hall that held their suits. They had a handful each, now. A few basic models, then a few that had some added features, fine tuned for certain styles of mission.

"This one's new." He pulled out a black and white suit, cut to the same pattern as his base suit. He wasn't sure when it showed up, but that happened sometimes, Hank sneaking something new in the laundry.

He sat on the bench along the wall and started the stupid process of getting the skin tight suit on. The fabric flexed around the bulk of his legs easily, pulling all the way up to his thighs in a quarter of the time it usually took. When he stood, the suit started moving on its own, crawling up over his hips and stomach and chest. He slipped his arms inside the sleeves, and it sealed up the back on its own. 

"Oh, that is sick as fuck. This has Forge written all over it. Don't even care if it blows me up."

He had met the mutant in passing years and years ago, but not for long enough to have a conversation. A something something engineer who could make anything. When it trickled out to Forge that Wade was living at X-Mansion, he had shown a lot of interest. Mostly the "doesn't die super easy" part. He'd been sent a few experimental guns to play with as a consequence, and only lost his arm one time in the process. Usually there was a note, at least. Whatever! 

"That's an interesting color on you. It looks nice." Storm happened to meet him in the front hall as he wandered into the mansion.

"Your boyfriend made it for me," he winked. Storm gasped in offense.

"We are not good enough friends for that, Wade Wilson."

"We could be, Captain Planet. Say the word." 

She zapped him in the ass as he turned the corner down the hall to the Danger Room. He had reached a knife-edge balance with the denizens of the mansion. Living on property, they'd simply had to get used to him. Exposure therapy. Now most of them almost liked him sometimes. 

"Puppycat, are you ready?"

Laura was waiting outside the room with a gaggle of pre-teens. 

"Yeah, we've got an audience if that's cool." Laura's eyebrows raised at him and scanned his body up and down a few times. She leaned into him as he approached the door. "If red hides the blood, do I want to know what black and white hides?"

"Don't make dirty jokes with your step father. Swipe us in."

Still don't trust me enough to get my own keycard, but okay. Sure.

She ran her biometrics through the interface. 

"You're the one making it dirty," Laura replied. Their audience scattered up through the stairs that led to the observation deck, leaving them alone again. "Is uh…is that official?" 

"We're figuring that out, still," he said quietly. 

"Well, I better be the first to know when you do." 

"Yeah yeah," he waved her off to move to his side of the room. She found her spot and flicked her claws at him. 

She knows I'm blowing her off. She's gonna make me suffer. 

Let's kick her ass. 

"Warm up 1 v. 1, no items?" Wade asked. 

"Most points in five minutes?" she called back.

"Sounds good." 

She gave the hand signal to the biometrics, and the buzzer rang out. 

It had taken some time to work out a system that actually let them see changes in progress and technique. Wade had crafted some complex tactical scenarios for the whole team, but he had only ever seen those kinds of programs as pass or fail. You made it out alive or didn't. Scott and Storm both told him that training up new X-Men needed something more granular, at least at first. They needed to be able to see their progress improve for morale purposes.

So he came up with a point system based on how often you took an injury and how dangerous that injury was. In other programs, it was all digital readouts and light guns. When he helped Laura train, they drew blood and guts. 

He already had eight points on her before she got a three-pointer in his ribs. Normally that would transition quickly into him deflecting the next blow because she always left herself open when she came from this angle. Something was wrong, though. The suit was shuddering over his skin, reacting to the puncture. 

"Wade…I can't pull out," Laura said. 

"That's what your dad said," Wade replied. 

"I'm fucking serious, dude." The black of the suit was crawling up her arm, reaching all the way to her elbow. 

"Shit. Okay." Wade panicked, patting his hands down his chest. "It's the suit. Some kind of…nano-tech?"

Something jerked back from a spot between his shoulders. Above his head, a black arm reached over and stabbed Laura in the shoulder a few times. He felt the claws retract from inside his chest. Another arm whipped out and wrapped around her waist. It pulled her up and away and threw her hard against the far wall. 

Holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck. 

"LAURA!" He bolted across the room as the arms sunk back into the suit. She sat up, head swiveling a little, but she was smiling. 

"Give me a sec, but I'm fine. And HOLY FUCK." She pinched the fabric of the suit then withdrew her hand as though it had stung her. "Forge made this?" 

"I mean, yeah, I guess. It probably responded to you attacking me."

"Can you control it directly?" She was giddy, her shoulder wound already healed up. 

"Umh….yeah. Okay. Let me see." Wade closed his eyes, and tried to feel out every fiber of the suit. 

Arm.

One of the arms appeared again, reaching around his shoulder. He almost let out a little shriek, then calmed down, trying to concentrate. 

Touch Laura's face. Gently!

The arm curved down and brushed against Laura's face. 

"Okay. That's fucking cool." Wade let himself clap in delight. 

"So we just need to practice. Let's go."

Wade grabbed her around the wrist as she got up. 

"Now hold on, duckling, this is dangerous technology. I don't know what all it does. I think I need to spend some time with it myself in a safe, controlled environment. Maybe get Forge on the line to get some more information. No reason to put anyone else in danger, including you."

"You are so full of shit." 

"Yeah, let's set a new key on the camera footage so we can find it easier later. Go go." They both scrambled to their feet. He closed his eyes as he moved around the room a little. 

Okay, suit. This is just practice, okay? Laura is a friend, not a foe. You can put a lot of damage into her without a problem, but if I tell you to back off, you need to.

If I do accidentally kill her, somehow, that's a real fucking problem for both of us. 

Do we understand?

Yes, Wade. 

And he decided he was going to pretend he didn't actually hear that in his head, for now. 

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"Hey, babe," Logan called out from the kitchen table, a lesson-planning notebook in front of him. He hadn't really seen himself as a teacher, but apparently the Logan of this timeline had taught history between missions. That didn't really seem like the ideal subject for someone literally from an entirely different version of history. Field tactics and medicine he could do, though. He just had to learn how to plan before the semester started in a few weeks. 

Wade skittered into the kitchen with little pitter patting feet. 

"Oh, you have got to see the training footage with Laura, later. It is sick as fuck." He was practically jumping up and down, shifting between his feet quickly. 

"Hm," Logan said. He shifted up from his chair and pressed his body up against Wade's. "That's a sexy new suit. I like the red, but this looks good on you." He flicked up the bottom of Wade's mask and kissed him, lingering and deep. The suit against his skin vibrated and left a little tingling sensation behind. Something about it felt familiar, but he couldn't place it. He pulled away, then gently pushed Wade out to arms length to get a better look. 

"Nano-tech or something?" Logan asked. 

"Yeah yeah, check it out." He lifted his arm and shot something out of his hand all the way across the kitchen into the living room. Black goo landed with a dry splat on the hard wood. 

"I mean that's…cool. But what does it do?"

"Yeah, I didn't…I didn't do it, right." Wade moved through the doorway into the living room, and Logan followed close behind. He bent to the nano-goo and it absorbed back into the suit. 

"One more time," he said, turning to Logan. He did it again, but this time his aim was better. He caught one of Logan's wrists in the projectile, and the force yanked him back onto the couch behind him. 

"Okay. That's cool, I guess." He went to pull his hand away and found he couldn't. He was cemented to the back of the couch cushion. 

Another soft puff of sound, and now his other wrist was glued to the couch, arms open and body exposed. Wade stood in front of him, and pulled off his mask, the light in his eyes bouncing but dark. He dropped down into Logans's lap, knees around his thighs. 

"Well, I was gonna be mad, but…" Logan tilted his head up in invitation. Wade dropped forward and moved quickly into making out. The kind of kissing that absolutely led to them taking clothes off. "I can't undo your zipper like this."

"The suit stays on," Wade growled into his mouth. His fingers started undoing Logan's jeans.

Wait…

One of Wade's hands was on his jaw, the other on his chest. What the fuck was unzipping his pants? He broke from Wade's kiss to look down. A black tendril had crept out from the suit and hooked around the tab of his zipper. 

He wiggled away from Wade's touch. 

"Okay. No, that's a little…that's a bit much." 

Wade looked down, just as surprised. 

"Oh, no. I can control the suit. That was all me."

"Okay…yeah, just…I don't know how I feel about experimental nano-tech around my junk."

"Oh, but it would be so kinky." Wade licked and bit at Logan's neck. His hands moved into Logan's jeans and circled his dick. 

"Maybe we wait until we know more about it?"

"Logan, come on," Wade whined. His teeth met Logan's clavicle through the collar of his shirt. More than just Wade's fingers were spreading around the base of his dick and down around his balls. He couldn't break from the couch. 

"WADE. GRAYMALKIN." He lightly headbutted him. Wade gave his head a little shake, eyes wide with surprise. 

"Okay okay. Sorry. Safeword. I don't know…I don't know what that was." Wade leaned back and the suit simply melted backward off his body, leaving just that stupid padded thong he had started wearing behind. It fell back together as he caught it and draped it over his arm. He dropped it casually on the coffee table. 

"Can we still fuck?" Wade ground against him.

"Well, when you do that…." He reached up for another kiss. "You're leaving me stuck to the couch?" Logan tested. 

"Oh, absolutely," Wade said. 

Weight shifted in the bed next to him, and Logan opened his eyes. Bleary. Wade was standing next to the bed. He wasn't moving, his body hunched and strange. Instinct told him to wait to call out. To just watch for a minute. 

Wade's body started moving but it was weird and stiff, his shoulders and head flopping back as his legs walked in a weird, loping gate. He opened the window and suddenly Wade's body was slipping through it and shooting off into the darkness at top speed.

"Fuck." 

After the shit show in the desert, they decided to put GPS micro trackers under their skin. Just attaching them to their clothes wasn't enough, anymore, to keep track of each other. According to the receiver attached to his dash, Wade was moving ridiculously fast, toward the nearest urban center. The twenty minute headstart certainly didn't help. 

Logan only managed to catch up when Wade finally slowed down. He stepped on the gas harder, not knowing when he'd lose him again. 

He found him at a country club, blue lights diffusing over the empty greens of the golf course. Logan pulled up into a side road and watched from the car for a moment. Wade was perched on top of the chain link fence surrounding the property. His body was still floppy from the waist down, but his head was tracking something. With a weird fling of his body, he started moving, walking along the fence line. 

Wade was nimble. Real nimble. He could scramble across surprisingly narrow paths. Not like this, though. This was surreal. This was the suit.

Logan moved low as he got out of the car and followed far behind and down wind. When Wade stopped, he stopped. Wade's head did a weird twitching that was loose and uncontrolled, but still managed to hone in on…something. In the distance. Whatever it was, Logan couldn't hear it or smell it. That bothered him.

With a spring off the top of the fence, Wade's body flew through the air. It rolled across the grass in a big black blob before taking form again as a figure. Logan moved, slicing through the fence to give chase. Now he realized what was happening. It had been so long since he'd seen it in person, he hadn't connected the dots. 

Wade bounded off a tree, and his target finally came into view. A small cluster of white dudes in polo shirts had pulled a collection of golf carts around like covered wagons. The cocaine they were snorting wasn't really a concern. Putting the screws to some dudes partying wasn't really their style. Wade seemed focused on the two young women that were with them, and Logan sharpened in on them, too. They very much didn't want to be there.

If Logan was right, this was about to get majorly out of hand.

The black suit on Wade broke and expanded, growing out from his body into a monstrous form that drooled and slathered from a snapping jaw. A long tongue flicked out from giant, gnashing teeth. The men started running but not before Wade got to one. He held him up in a loop of goo, considering all the angles. 

"You. You smell like you're the worse of them." Monster Wade's voice was deep and gravelly, two interlocking tonalities creating an internal echo. Wade opened his mouth, testing his teeth against the man's face. 

"Wade!" Logan sliced through him hard. Wade screeched, dropping the man who bolted off into the darkness. 

The monster turned on him immediately, claws coming down on him, black mass covering his body. It was like fighting through layers of cotton held together with the thickest maple syrup. His claws sliced through viscous semi-liquid. When he punched, he met no resistance. All the while, claws ripped at his skin and mass pressed the air out of his chest.

"You're pulling your punches," said the monster. It was right. He was too focused on not hurting Wade when that's exactly the thing he needed to do.

He aimed for the head, searching for Wade's actual face underneath. One in, one out, right through the brain. The monster shrieked, collapsing back in on Wade's form. He flopped forward and Logan caught him on his shoulder. Wade shook his head, blood pouring from the wound. He flicked back to life with a couple of confused soft sounds, pulling back.

"Uhhhh. What the fuck?" Wade pushed back his mask and looked around quickly. "I…ran…here? I feel like I ran here." He spun around. "I'm gonna go back to 'what the fuck?'"

"You've got a fucking symbiote."

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"Space? It came from fucking space. That would be cool as fuck if it wasn't happening to me." Wade picked at the black suit as he sat in the passenger seat. It hadn't been to eager to come off this time. When he tried to do it manually, it just reformed around him. There was a low buzzing in the inside of his ears, like a subvocalized episode of Gilmore Girls. 

If you're trying to talk to me, bud, I can't hear you.

And he almost felt like he got a response, but nothing materialized that he could use. 

"When I didn't get a whiff of any serious alien issues in this timeline, I let it go. I didn't want to have to think about them." Logan looked more harried than usual. Worried. "There're a lot of things this timeline has that mine didn't and vice versa. Never seemed worth talking about it."

Now that was true. 

Wade had only found out exactly what Logan's world looked like in fits and starts. He never talked about it, leaving these large gaps in his history that Wade didn't know how to touch. 

"So these guys are…like…a problem?" Wade pressed his fingers to the suit. 

"I think that's pretty goddamn obvious, by now. It took you while you were asleep."

"It was trying to fight crimes," Wade said. 

How the fuck do I know, that?

"Okay…well…that's actually encouraging…" Logan's fists tightened on the steering wheel. "Feeling any other…weird urges?" 

"Umh…" Wade sunk into himself a moment. "No? I don't think so. Feel kinda…pumped, though? Ready to bash some heads." 

"Okay, well let's find a way to focus that until we can get it off." 

The suit didn't like the idea of being taken off. 

"Can you ask it what its name is?" Logan asked. 

"Uh…I mean I think it can hear you."

"Then is it saying anything important?"

"No…not that I can tell, yet." 

"The symbiotes I know are chatty as fuck. Honestly you'd probably get along with some of them." 

"I mean, we could just try to get along with this one…"

Logan stopped the car hard. If there had been anyone else on the road, they would have caused a mile long pile up. He turned in the driver's seat. 

"You need to fucking trust me on this. I don't have specific beef with the concept, okay? I get it. Can't help it if you're a black goo alien that needs a host to survive." Logan's eyes had drifted to Wade's chest like he was talking to the suit directly. Now they moved back up to Wade's face. "But you need to understand just how much these guys can completely fuck up your life. No offense." He looked at the suit again then plucked it with his fingers. "And I know your weaknesses. You fuck with my boyfriend, again, I will destroy you. No hesitation." 

Logan turned and settled into his seat again. The car lurched forward when it came off the break, and they were clipping down the highway again. 

Don't be upset, symbiote-dude. He's just very intense. I'm not gonna let him hurt you for no reason. 

But, like, you do need to not attack him again.

He will absolutely fuck you up.

….You know him don't you? Knew you couldn't actually hurt him when you attacked him at the golf course. 

It was like the information had been laid gently across his brain. 

Still. 

I'm trying to marry this guy someday, maybe, so like…chill out…

This suit seemed to understand with a sort of melancholy acceptance. A tendril emerged from the arm of the suit, then crossed Wade's lap, searching the dash. Logan took quick, darting glances out of the corner of his eyes. It stopped on top of Logan's knee. A tense moment passed while Logan visibly decided what to do. Then the tendril gave a little patting motion, and slid back into the arm. 

"See, it's trying to be friends," Wade said. 

"That's almost worse," Logan grumbled. 

Yeah, maybe don't do that again, just yet. We'll turn him around, though.

Okay, Wade.

And as much as he wanted to talk to it, something in his brain pushed the voice away.

Okay, Mx. Symbiote. We're going to need to come to some kind of agreement at some point. 

Logan, by force, booked out the entire danger room for Wade to figure out how the symbiote worked the next morning. So far, they had simply decided to swing lazily from point to point across the room, legs swaying gently through the air. 

He had been able to sense a few things:

He wasn't the symbiote's preferred host. It was unsettled in his body and making the best of it. 

The symbiote knew Wade, specifically.

It was phenomenally depressed about its current state.

I don't actually mind being your host. I think you're extremely fucking cool.

I can't be out here eating people, though. Not without a little more discretion. 

You also can't be taking my body out on its own. 

If I'm a threat, everyone on this property will be willing to kill me. Even if it doesn't stick, I can't imagine that's very comfortable for you. Let's not test it. Understood?

The symbiote did. 

Okay…so how do we get you to actually talk in words to someone other than me?

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"So…nothing? You've never seen these before?" Logan splayed out on a wheeled stool in Hank's tech lab. Something being fucked with Wade's suit had spread through the mansion quickly, so Storm and Scott had shown up to join the conversation.

It almost felt like his old life. 

Hank, perched on his own stool, then swiveled away from his microscope until he could drop his elbow on the counter. A piece of symbiote matter had ended up stuck behind the couch cushion without it noticing, and Logan had been able to hand it off to Hank. 

"Personally, no," Hank sighed. "That's not to say they've never been here. I'm sure if we had access to super secret military information, we'd find something."

"We don't have access to super secret military information?" Logan chuffed. 

"Nah, just the secret military information," Scott replied. 

"What kind of danger are we actually in here?" Storm asked. "You said these were all over your world."

"Yes and no. It's….complicated. I thought we had brought the first one back when we went to Battleworld."

"Excuse me, Battleworld?" Scott said. 

"I never told you guys about Battleworld, fuck. I'll come back to that later." He pinched his nose. "So I always thought we brought the first one back from there, but looking back…I think they might have always been around. There was this one platoon in 'nam that for years that I always assumed was just mutants. Thinking back? Not so sure. Anyway, the symbiotes I knew specifically were just…" Logan swiveled his chair with his heels. "The symbiotes aren't all evil…they're just…hungry. They don't think the same way we do. But also there's a person under the goo. Human host. So it really depends on who's wearing it. I've known of a couple of really good guys who had symbiotes and did good shit with them. But they're still…unstable."

"So how worried should we be that it's hitching a ride on Wade?" Scott asked. 

"What are you implying, Scott?" Logan sat up on his stool, arrowing in on him. 

"Look, I get it. He's the love of your life. But let's not pretend he's not completely unhinged." Scott mirrored Logan's indignity. "If you had one of these, I'd be asking the same question."

"Why? Because I'm also 'unhinged?'" 

"Logan, we're all adults here. I've known you…a version of you, at least, for years. You cannot pretend that you don't have a temper and a problem with violent impulsivity."

"Have you been walking around afraid of me this whole time?"

"No, I'm just saying that considering what happened on your home timeline, adding an alien monster-"

"You don't get to talk about my fucking timeline-" Logan burst up from his chair. It was Storm's hand on his chest that stopped him. 

"Any of us powered up with an extraterrestrial force would be more dangerous than the average person. We should probably get it off-grounds as fast as possible before it decides one of the students is a better host." She dropped her hand. "If all else fails, though, how do we kill it?"

Logan revisited himself with a deep breath. 

"Kill it permanently? Thermite. White phosphorus. Fuckin…napalm. But any kind of fire and loud sound fucks it up enough to break from the host." Logan propped his hands on his hips. "If you don't think I'm too dangerous to let me into the weapons cache--" he shot a look at Scott "--I might have an idea to expedite this."

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"Hey, beanie baby, coming to escort me home?" Wade caught Logan out of the corner of his eye but didn't realize what he had brought with him until he had dropped back down to the floor of the Danger Room. "What a….watcha got there?"

Logan pulled out a gun with a large canister attached. He pumped the trigger just once, and a little tongue of flame came out. 

The symbiote very much didn't like that, the suit disappearing from his feet to crawl further up his back to get as far as possible from the flamethrower. 

"Logan, you're freaking out the alien." Wade patted the suit in consolation. 

"Yeah, that's sort of the idea." Logan hitched the gun up on his shoulder. "Look, symbiote, I know that Wade will survive a direct hit from this. It'll suck. I don't want to do it. But I know he'll make it through. Will you?"

The symbiote tugged at Wade's skin and muscle, trying to knock at his brain. Intention rolled through him. 

"It wants to know what you want…" Wade concentrated on what the suit was trying to tell him. "Be specific."

"Start talking. What is your name? Where did you come from? Why are you here?"

The symbiote rumbled inside Wade's body.

Wade. I have to do a weird thing. Tell your lover not to kill me.

Uh…yeah…okay. Okay I can do that. 

"Uh…peanut…symbiote says not to freak out." 

Then the suit started peeling away. Not all of it, black still strapped to his calves. The rest of the mass formed in the body of a person. Large head with ragged, C-shaped white eyes and a wide gaping mouth filled with sharp teeth. Its torso and limbs were only sort of half-formed, but it had the general shape of a little dude sitting on the floor. 

It was almost…cute?

It almost made me eat a guy. I should maybe contextualize all that.

"You know how hard it is to share a brain with this fucking guy?" The voice the symbiote used was his own, but lower, rougher, with overlapping tones and chords. "I've been trying to talk to you this whole time, but your brain is fucked, dude." 

"You know what, that's fair," Wade replied. "Why couldn't you do this little trick?" He twirled his fingers. 

"Tired. I needed to recharge. Also needed to get a feel for my surroundings." The symbiote turned up to Logan. "You could have been nicer about it, 'Wolvie.' Especially after all we've been through."

"Oh it is you, you piece of shit." Logan dropped down to sit even with him.

"Wha-what? What's happening here?" Wade looked between them quickly and also dropped to the floor. Logan gestured to the symbiote. 

"This is Venom. And they're…not the worst possible option as far as symbiotes are concerned." Logan sighed. "Where did you come from? You weren't here already, were you?"

"No. There was some kind of…shift in the hivemind…A few of us were knocked loose through time, and I ended up here." 

"Fuck, are there more of you?"

"No no. I promise you. It's just me. I'm all alone." 

"Oh, I'm sorry, bud." Wade went to pat Venom on the back then paused, not knowing where his hand should go. He just sort of played at it, hoping the intent was clear. 

"So you're not the Venom from my dimension," Logan said, "or I'd be having this conversation with Flash Thompson, right now."

"And if you were from my timeline, you'd be cheating on your husband, right now." 

"Wait, excuse me?" Wade said. 

"Yeah, actually what?" Logan added. 

"Yeah. Kevin."

"Kevin Sidney?!" Logan said

"Hah, a version of you is married to a guy named 'Kevin.' What a white dude name."

"Okay, Wade," Logan said. "Shut up a minute. Please." He tapped his fingers to Wade's face, pressing his lips shut. 

Oh, he's serious. 

Logan focused on Venom.

"Morph. In your timeline…I married Morph." 

"You are very very surprised by this," Venom said, tilting its head. 

"Because they apparently… lived …in your timeline."

"Ah…I see. Yeah. I get it." Venom nodded its head knowingly. 

"I'd like to go back to the married part, actually," Wade said. 

Why does this feel so…weird?

We aren't even talking about my specific Logan. It's some other version of Logan that neither of us know. 

But his face when he said the guy's name….

"Feel like I've opened something," Venom said with a sneer. "I don't want to get into this."

"No, I want to hear about Kevin!" Wade insisted. 

"Wade…later…please…" Logan begged. 

Honey, let it go, for now. I'll tell you everything I know later.

For real? Okay. Okay.

Yeah, that's the advantage of the telepathy, now that it's working a little smoother.

Wade nodded that he would drop it. Logan lifted his eyebrow at Wade suspiciously, but let him have it. 

"So why Wade?" Logan asked. 

"When I popped up in this version of New York, I tried to sense out anyone who had hosted me before. Deadpool was the only one, so I worked my way toward him. I didn't realize he didn't know me until he put me on."

"Okay, but…like…I've never even met a symbiote before. I've never been a host." Wade fluttered his fingers against his bare thighs, only just now realizing he was half naked. 

"But on my world you have. Right I before I met Eddie." 

"Eeedddddiiiie," Logan groaned. "Shit we need to get you to Eddie Brock. He knows how to handle you."

"Don't you fucking dare," Venom threatened. 

"Oh, you're on the outs again. Alright." Logan blink at it slowly. "So who are we taking you to, because you can't stay on Wade."

"Whoa whoa," Wade said. "Making a lot of choices for me here, peanut."

No, I never intended to stay with you for very long.

Oh, well, that's a little wounding, but okay.

"Okay, if not Eddie, who?" Logan asked.

"Peter is who I was hoping to find, honestly."

"Wait, my Peter?"

"No, Peter Parker," Logan said with a sigh.

"Who?" Wade asked.

"Did he not reveal his identity in this timeline?" Venom asked. 

"Yeah, you're not gonna like this," Logan said. 

"Spider-Man," Venom said. "Take me to Spider-Man."

Wade looked between the alien and his boyfriend again, processing all the words that were being said in his vicinity. 

"Oh, no, we don't have one of those here," he said.

[slasherbvnnie]

Until We Found You | Part IV

Welcome back! This time we have the second ghostface smut. Part V will be out later tonight, but no smut! Just some pure angst and fluff. As always, heed the tags

Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Eventual Poly!Ghostface x reader, Eventual NSFW, All characters 18+, P in V, Fingering, Oral female!receiving, Overall smut

Part I Part II Part III  Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX

 Word Count: 2673

You had a good five seconds on campus before someone finally noticed. Before you even made eye contact with her for the first time that day, Tatum let out the biggest gasp she had ever made and grabbed your shoulder. “And who did you spend your night with,” she asked as you immediately blushed, covering up your hickey with your palm. “None of your business, tate,” you said as Stu laughed and put his arm around Tatum’s waist. “Maybe Randy finally got his shot, I mean with how scared you must be about the killer, maybe he offered some protection for you,” Stu joked as Billy laughed.

 “Don’t get the dork all worked up, Stu, you might put one too many ideas in that perverted brain of his,” Billy said as Randy rolled his eyes. “I can confirm it was not me, sadly, one of us actually has a job instead of living off student loan refunds,” Randy said as the group put their attention back on you. “Well, whoever mauled you better show up at the mall after class today. I wanna see who gave you that, you know, to vet them or whatever,” Tatum said as Sidney nodded. “Yeah, and then we’ll get on their case for mauling you,” she added, making you laugh.

Your day was mostly spent around nervously tiptoeing around the girls questioning you on who you spent the night with. You had talked to other people on campus that didn’t include your little friend group but had never shown interest in them, so they questioned you on any and every one they knew to see who it was. “Okay, what about the guy who almost hit you with that football last week, Kyle? Kit? Kaleb.” Tatum recalled, “Kevin, and no,” you answered simply as Sidney took a stab at it. “Nah, it has to be Oliver,” she suggested, making you pause and show a gross look. “One of my biggest bullies in high school? No thanks,” you shrugged as Billy turned his gaze to you, Stu looking back at you through the rearview mirror. 

“Bully?” Billy questioned as you nodded. Throughout most of school you had been bullied, not really by one group in particular but there were enough to only leave you with Casey as one of your only friends until senior year. It stopped when college came around, no one cared enough to bully someone they spent one hour a day with. “Yeah, he always bullied me, ever since second grade. At first everyone thought he liked me because they thought being mean to someone was how you showed a crush but after this one time he faked asking me out in high school just to stand me up, it came kinda clear he hated me,” you explained with a little bitter laugh, going silent when you noticed the awkwardness.

 Billy’s face was stone cold, but you could tell in his eyes that he was angered. “It’s fine, I’m over it now, but yeah, definitely not someone I would let sleep with me,” you said as you looked away, not noticing the glance that Stu and Billy shared. “Is he still a dick to you?” Stu asked as you laughed, “I guess? I dunno, I find it more funny that he’s still got a grudge against me for some reason, but at least he doesn’t try to pull my hair anymore,” you said jokingly.

“How about we go in there?” Tatum suggested as you and Sidney both shared a laugh, “what? You have a mystery date and you might want a cute outfit for Billy sometime,” Tate said as you and Sidney looked to each other before looking at the boys. “How about you two run off for a bit instead of being giant pervs, we’ll meet up again at the food court,” you suggested as Billy and Stu were quick to agree. Their rapid head shakes made you all rile up with laughter, smiling and heading into the store together. 

“Sooo, what’s your mystery dates favorite color?” Tate asked as you smiled, “I don’t know actually, that’s a good question,” you hummed as you looked at the different choices of lingerie that lined the store. “I think they like any color really,” you said as you spotted a red laced set, it was a bralette styled top that had strips running down the side to connect to the underwear. Sidney noticed where your eyes lingered and laughed, “they’re kinky, huh?” She joked as you laughed and nodded, “really,” you agreed. You picked through the outfit to find your size, wondering if ghostface would like it, you guessed they probably would enjoy the blood red color of it.Later that night you were in your bathroom, glad that your parents had left to have dinner at your grandparents, which they did very hesitantly given the incident a few days ago. When you reassured that with all your friends only a few blocks away and access to cars, as well as the marvelous creation of phones to dial 911, they let you be.

You found yourself looking in the mirror as you checked yourself out for the 100th time in the lingerie you had bought. You blushed and wondered if your masked killer would enjoy the outfit, running your hand slowly across the lace fabric. You heard a noise from outside, quickly throwing on a tshirt- one you didnt care about if ruined again- and pj shorts before heading out into your bedroom.

You peeked over your window to see nothing, frowning to yourself before sighing and taking a seat on your bed. But when you were met with the back of the costumed body looking over your vanity you let out a small scream, making them turn to you. “Jesus christ you scared me!” You yelled at them before relaxing, “no window climbing this time?” You asked as they shook their head, continuing to look around the room. You noticed their little glances around the room, curious as to why they were studying it. They turned towards you once more, walking over to you and looking you over. They were less aggressive than last time, using two fingers to tilt your head up to them. Their fingers were warm, which caught you off guard, just yesterday they were cold to the touch.

“There’s two of you?” You questioned, their demeanor changing quickly as they grabbed your chin. “I-I don’t know who you are, i swear. It’s just- y-your touch…” you spoke quickly, trailing off as their grip loosened. “The last one was cold, kinda felt like a corpse,” you said jokingly, “and you’re warm…plus you keep looking around like you haven’t been here before.” You said to them, their touch going back to just gently holding your chin up. They moved away from you, going back to your vanity and grabbing a small black bag, bringing it over to you. You blinked in surprise, looking up to them before they gestured to open it. You reached into the bag, pulling out a piece of paper that was torn, giggling at the words that were printed onto it. ‘Sorry about the last guy :(‘

“See? I would have figured it was two of you anyways,” you said as they shook their head. You smiled, reaching back into the bag and looking at your two new Carrie shirts. One was in the style as your previous one, the other a different one but still in the correct size. “I didn’t think I would actually be treated to a new shirt,” you admitted, hearing a chuckle from them. You didn’t say it out loud, but your heart was filled with joy knowing these two masked killers, regardless of not knowing them, were being so kind and caring towards you. You swooned, noticing how different the two seemed. The other one scared you a little, not really knowing their true intentions, but this one seemed so much more gentle and sweet with you. “I um, I also had a little surprise for you,” you said, noticing how they perked up at your words.

A blush rose to your cheeks as you looked up to them, adjusting yourself before sitting up on your knees. “but you’ll have to take my clothes off first to see it, mr. ghostface.” you whispered out, which made them grab you by the waist and lay you down on the bed. They didn’t take out the knife, instead their hands darted to the hem of your shirt and lifted it up to reveal the red lingerie underneath. A small groan left them as they quickly worked on taking off your shorts, making you giggle at the rush in their actions. You let out a little whimper as they groped you, aware now of how unintentionally strong their grip was. They squeezed your breast that was covered in the lace, their other hand roaming up and down your side. The lack of their touch made you whine out, pouting up at them before they moved to grab the final thing from the bag. A new blindfold, one dedicated just for you. They were quick to tie it, making sure you didn’t see through it by waving in front of you.

All you heard was a little thump of the mask and them struggling to take their gloves off before you heard the rest of their clothing thump to the ground. Before you could even take in a breath you felt their hand already cupping your core, their lips attacking the part of your breasts that were left uncovered from the lingerie. They roamed around before their lips were now on your neck, creating a new hickey right above the old one. You moaned softly, a shaky hand reaching to grab their arm.You could feel their muscles contract and tighten at the touch but when you made no movement to touch elsewhere, they quickly calmed down and continued their lust filled attack on you. They teased you over the lace panties you wore, their smirk growing as you let out little huffs and moans. The bed lifted, their frame no longer causing it to dip and your hand was left holding nothing, a small pout made its way to your agitated frown as their touch left you. After a moment you gasped, feeling their hands spreading your legs apart as they placed gentle kisses onto your inner thighs.

It was the first time you felt the blade, but they didn’t trail it across your skin like the other, instead they used it to make you exposed to them. Another whine left you, “you owe me a new outfit again, this was brand new,” you whined, they responded with a nip to your inner thigh, not doing anything else before diving into you.Your back arched on impact, their tongue on your clit as they spread you open with their thumbs. “fuck,” you moaned out, your thighs closing around their head to lock them in place in pure instinct. They were skilled at this, eventually finding the perfect pace that had you shaking and squirming. Every time you tried to shimmy up and get away from the pleasure, their large hands wrapped around your thighs from behind and pulled you back down onto their face. You weren’t even aware of how many minutes had passed before your thighs were shaking, only being held up by their grip. “Wait, fuck, you’re-“ the breath was knocked out of your lungs as they entered their middle finger into you, their pace matching that of their tongue as they thrusted it in and out of you.

 A loud moan left your lips as you came, whines and whimpers erupting from your chest as their ministrations didn’t stop. “Please, please, ‘s too much,” you pleaded, clawing at your bedsheets as they just hooked their arm around your thigh and pulled you down back onto their face once more. It was practically like a scene from the Exorcist as you came again, your back arching off of the bed as you nearly let out a scream from all the pleasure. This time they slowly pulled away after you came down from your high, lapping at you one last time before pulling away and hovering over you. Your chest heaved as you did your best to catch your breath, smiling softly at the gentle kiss they placed onto you. You felt them snake their hand into yours, making you giggle as they wrapped their fingers in the spaces between your own. A smile curled onto their lips when they heard your laugh, growing even wider when you let out a moan as their free hand went back to your entrance. They still held your hand as they pulled back a little, your legs spreading more as you felt them running their tip along your slit.

 At every swipe to your clit you let out a moan, gasping when they entered you. Within a second their lips were attacking your neck again, earning whines and moans from every bite, lick, and thrust that they tortured your body with. The pleasure was dizzying, you had never really gone so many rounds with someone before, the recovery time was practically nothing with how fast your climax was building up again. They were more gentle, their free hand roaming over the bralette you still had on, teasing your nipples over the fabric as they littered your skin in love bites. You were already regretting Tatum’s and Sidney’s teases about them tomorrow but for now, you accepted your fate.

Their pace was quick but managed to hit all your sweet spots, their hand that held yours was gripping you so tightly their knuckles turned white, which only brought you closer to the edge. Their free hand found its way to your clit again, rubbing it in time with their thrusts to completely overwhelm you. Your orgasm washed over you hard, the seconds felt like they lasted a lifetime as you did your best to come down from your high, but their continued sloppy thrusts didn’t help one bit. A loud whine left you as they came, biting into your neck to cover up their moan. They pulled out slowly, letting go of your hand and kissing you once again. Unlike the other ghostface, they laid down in the bed with you, pulling you against their chest. You accepted the invitation, resting against their chest and listening to their heartbeat as you recovered from your orgasm. 

“Next time…do- uh,” you spoke softly, a bit shy to get your thoughts out into words. You felt their fingertips tracing your jaw, relaxing as their thumb ran over your lips. “Do you think the both of you could come by next time? You- uh, you don’t have to but…” you trailed off as they kissed you, feeling their head move in a nod. You smiled, heart fluttering with excitement knowing both of them would be alone with you. “And don’t forget the new lingerie set, please,” you requested with a little laugh. It was an hour later, ghostface gone and you freshly showered and dressed in your pajamas again. 

Your phone rang, seeing Sidney’s caller id and answering quickly. “Hey, have you seen any of the police cars pass by?” She asked as you looked out your window, “no, how come?” You asked as Sidney sighed. “Oliver, the neighbors said they heard screaming and shit breaking and when police got there they said he was dead,” she said as you frowned. “Do they know if it was the killer?” You asked, “yeah, neighbors said they saw him running off. They tried going after them but they couldn’t catch up.” She told you, you sighing and shaking your head. “That’s so creepy…” you said, thinking back to the conversation you all were having earlier that day. You couldn’t help but wonder if ghostface was stalking you, if they already knew you and your past. 

[castielli]

How to request:

Send your request featuring the character you want, the plot (+ANGST, FLUFF…) and anything I need to know about the reader. I write MALE READER only

MASTERLISTS:

MOVIES/TV SHOWS

KDRAMA/KPOP

OCs PROFILE:

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Fandoms I write for under the cut!

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(a -> z)

BARBIE

Allan

Ken (Ryan)

Ken (Simu)

BROOKLYN99

Jake Peralta

Terry Jeffords

All the others (platonic only)

CALL OF DUTY (MW/WWII)

Alejandro Vargas

Alex Keller

Drew Stiles

Frank Aiello

Gaz Garrick

Ghost Riley

John Price

Joseph Turner

Phillip Graves

Red Daniels

Robert Zussman

Rudy Parra

Soap MacTavish

Vladimir Makarov

William Pierson

CRIMINAL MINDS

Luke Alvez

Penelope Garcia (platonic🫶)

Spencer Reid

DETROIT BECOME HUMAN

Connor

Gavin

Hank

Josh

Luther

Markus

RK900

Simon

DIVERGENT

Caleb Prior

Four

Peter

FANTASTIC BEASTS AND WHERE TO FIND THEM

Albus Dumbledore

Credence Barebone

Gellert Grindelwald (Mads Mikkelsen)

Newt Scamander

Theseus Scamander

FNAF (movie)

Mike Schmidt

Steve Raglan

GLADIATOR I / II

Caracalla

Commodus

Geta

Lucius Verus

Marcus Acacius

Maximus Decimus

Ravi

HARRY POTTER

Cedric Diggory

Charlie Weasley

Draco Malfoy

Fred Weasley

George Weasley

Neville Longbottom

Oliver Wood

Percy Weasley

Remus Lupin

Ron Weasley

Seamus Finnigan

Sirius Black

Tom Riddle

Viktor Krum

HUNGER GAMES

Cato

Coriolanus Snow (young)

Finnick Odair

Gale Hawthorne

Haymitch Abernathy

Marvel

Peeta Mellark

Sejanus Plinth

LA CASA DE PAPEL

Berlín

Denver

El Profesor

Palermo

Río

MARVEL (Avengers/X-men)

Alex Summers

Bobby Drake

Bruce Banner

Bucky Barnes

Charles Xavier

Clint Barton

Deadpool

Druig

Eddie Brock

Erik Lehnsherr

Hank McCoy

Ikaris

Jake Lockey

Loki Laufeyson

Marc Spector

Matt Murdock

Mobius M. Mobius

Peter Maximoff

Peter Parker (Tom/Andrew/Tobey)

Peter Quill

Phil Coulson

Pietro Maximoff

Quentin Beck/Mysterio

Sam Wilson

Scott Lang

Scott Summers

Shang-chi

Stephen Strange

Steve Rogers

Steven Grant

Thor Odinson

Tony Stark

Wanda Maximoff

Wolverine

MAZE RUNNER

Gally

Minho

Newt

Thomas

NCIS

Jimmy Palmer

Nicholas Torres

Timothy McGee

NOW YOU SEE ME

Chase McKinney

Dylan Rhodes

Jack Wilder

J. Daniel Atlas

Merritt McKinney

RIVERDALE

Archie Andrews

Chic

Fangs Fogarty

FP Jones

Hiram Lodge

Jughead Jones

Kevin Keller

Moose Mason

Reggie Mantle

Sweet Pea

SCREAM

Billy Loomis

Casey Becker

Dewey Riley

Randy Meeks

Sidney Prescott

Stu Macher

Tatum Riley

SHAMELESS

Carl Gallagher

Ian Gallagher

Kevin Ball

Lip Gallagher

Mickey Milkovich

SHERLOCK

Greg Lestrade

Jim Moriarty

John Watson

Mycroft Holmes

Sherlock Holmes

STAR WARS

Anakin Skywalker

Finn

Kylo Ren

Luke Skywalker

Obi-Wan Kenobi

Poe Dameron

STRANGER THINGS

Billy Hargrove

Dimitri

Eddie Munson

Jason Carver

Jim Hopper

Jonathan Byers

Robin Buckley (platonic)

Steve Harrington

SUITS

Harvey Specter

Mike Ross

SUPERNATURAL

Bobby (platonic)

Castiel

Chuck

Crowley

Dean Winchester

Sam Winchester

TEEN WOLF

Aiden Steiner

Corey Bryant

Danny Mahealani

Derek Hale

Ethan Steiner

Isaac Lahey

Jackson Whittemore

Jordan Parrish

Liam Dunbar

Mason Hewitt

Peter Hale

Scott McCall

Stiles Stilinski

Theo Raeken

THE BOYS

Billy Butcher

Frenchie

Homelander

Hughie Campbell

MM

Soldier Boy

THE BOYS IN THE BAND

Alan McCarthy

Bernard

Cowboy

Donald

Emory

Hank

Harold

Larry

Michael

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY (I still need to finish the last seasons🥱)

Ben Hargreeves

Diego Hargreeves

Klaus Hargreeves

Luther Hargreeves

Number Five

Viktor Hargreeves

THE WALKING DEAD (+TELLTALE GAME)

Aaron Raleigh

Abraham Ford

Daryl Dixon

Doug

Dwight

Eugene Porter

Glenn Rhee

Kenny

Lee Everett

Mark

Morgan Jones

Negan Smith

Paul Jesus Rovia

Rick Grimes

Shane Walsh

Simon

Spencer Monroe

The Governor

WHITE COLLAR

Clinton Jones

Mozzie (platonic)

Neal Caffrey

Peter Burke

911 (and LONE STAR)

Bobby Nash

Carlos Reyes

Eddie Diaz

Evan Buckley (Buck)

Howie Han (Chimney)

Jud Ryder

Mateo Chavez

Owen Strand

Paul Strickland

TK Strand

CHRISTIAN BALE

Bruce Wayne (Batman)

Patrick Bateman (American Psycho)

PEDRO PASCAL

Agent Whiskey (Kingsman)

Dieter Bravo (The Bubble)

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Francisco Morales (Triple Frontier)

Javi Gutierrez (The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent)

Javier Peña (Narcos)

Joel Miller (TLOU)

Marcus Moreno (We Can Be Heroes)

Oberyn Martell (Game of Thrones)

Silva (Strange Way of Life)

I WON’T WRITE:

-Smut (for anyone)

-R*pe

-Female readers/GN readers

-Suic*de

-inc*st

-Crossdressing

-Romantic/Suggestive stories for underage characters (only platonic, basically)

If the character you wanted to request is not on the list, you can try and ask me anyways.

[skjeinon]

requests: closed

players i will and wont write for

* means smut ofc

Sidney Crosby

savior complex - (part 1) (part 2 *)

Tom Wilson

gold rush*

Brady Skjei

the all star break - w andrei svechnikov*

blue shirts - rangers!brady*

fangs - vamp au!*

blurb requests* (kinks)

kevin hayes

tell me you love me - blurb

cale makar

blurb requests - soft!makar

blurb requests* - soft/touchy!makar

chris kreider

blurb requests* (aggressive chris)

blurb requests* (breeding kink chris)

blurb request* (cock warming chris)

blurb request* (with mika!)

father’s day!blurb requests

mika zibanejad

blurb requests* (kinks)

nathan mackinnon

blurb requests*

father’s day!blurb requests

poly! nate x reader x cale

blurb request*

blurb request (soft hcs)

blurb request (teaching y/n to skate)

TJ oshie

blurb requests

jordan staal

go ahead and cry little girl - (part 1*)(part 2*)(part 3)

jeremy swayman

captain doesn’t have to know *

anders lee

thinking about you*

more on my AO3 @skjeinon

team building exercise - carolina hurricanes (smut)

[jostystyles]

the red tv collection

it’s me again. announcing another collection. will I finish? who knows. but i’m confident in this one. this collection will be a whirlwind, so I chose my favorite tracks to write for! let me know if you want to be tagged here. note that these may be posted out of order!

all too well (10 minute version)

sidney crosby x reader, ft. nathan mackinnon and jt compher

state of grace

adam boqvist x reader

the moment I knew

matthew tkachuk x reader

stay stay stay

jt compher x reader

begin again

tyson jost x reader

on a wednesday in a cafe

i almost do

mat barzal x reader

treacherous

nolan patrick x reader

i bet you think about me

tyler seguin x reader

everything has changed

quinn hughes x reader

ronan

erik johnson x reader

babe (taylor’s version)

kevin hayes x reader

tagging some mutuals to boost:

@2manytabsopen @haydsfleury @comphybiscuit @princessphilly @laurenairay @denis-scorianov @ilyasorokinn @nightmareonspookystreet @joelsfarabees @suitandtys @perpetually-anxious @jackydrury @sebbyaho @islesnucks @islescanes @tysonbaerrie @tysonjost-taylorsversion @stardusttkachuk @hachzyman @barznasty2point0 @quinnjackluke @huggybearmylove43 @broadstbroskis @youngbeezer @broadstflyers @owennpower @fallinallincurls @heybarzy @cherrylita @mattyanonwrites @rosesvioletshardy if I forgot to tag u im sorry <3

[real-gifted-chaos]

You Killed My Reason To Love (Pt.2)

~Paring~ Mickey Altieri x Fem! Reader ~Catagory~ Scream Series ~Warning(s)~ Mentions of death, language,

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"I'm gonna get closer," Randy announced as he emerged with the group of reporters seemingly blending in easily. The chief of police had volunteered to come down to Winsdor college and say a few words about the passing of the two former college students Maureen Evens and Phil Stevens, two people who just wanted to see a movie and enjoy their night. You prayed to God that they were just at the wrong place at the wrong time. You didn't wanna have to go through this torture again, being chased and hunted by two psychopaths that only wanted to see everyones insides on the out; bonus for a view of your heart. And if there is a new killer copying the other two who ruined your life for the worse then he was changing the rules, and he was gonna make his sequel one to remember which meant Sidney would once again be the final girl. Good luck to you.

As you and Sidney sat on a bench twisting your necks to watch and listen to the chief's words, the others; Mickey, Derek, and Hallie stood behind watching and listening as well. Mickey had his camera out awaiting in his hand so he could capture something good for his in-making film. Probably hoping to catch a live-view murder. He stood behind you almost protectively; though he wouldn't admit it out loud he was quite jealous of all the men who also had to opportunity to touch you but most of all he was jealous of Randy. He hated the way he looked at you, he hated how closer you two were, and he hated that you'd always have more history with him rather than him. He wanted to be the one for you, he didn't wanna watch Randy steal his spot. "That's her?" Derek asked, more to Sidney who nodded towards Gale in the front row. Of course, Gale was here in the flesh and in the front row, she was always chasing the fame, even after all she's been through. She stood there, listening as her black bob with red streaks blew with the wind behind her. "Hello girls, enjoying yourselves?" You all watched as a group of sorority girls approached the five of you with perky smiles and little clothes. Pray. "Hello, sister Lois, Sister Murphy." Hallie greeted with a kind smile and a small bow. Hallie was always the kindest and most respectful one out of the whole group. She was pure and innocent. And at one point in time; two years ago, that used to be Sid. "Hello, pledge. Hi Y/n and Sidney." "Hey," You and Sid said simultaneously whilst looking at each other with uncomfortable looks. You both knew they were trying to get you to join their sorority for the attention and drama that came along with it. They've been trying ever since you both applied for Winsdor, but neither of you had the time to put into joining a sorority. If you were being honest, you just didn't have the patience. "Omg, this must be flat-out hell for the both of you. How are you guys holding up?" "Uh, well, we manage." "It's really weird, isn't it? To think this fuss is all because of you two! I mean, not directly, but in some six-degree-of-Kevin Bacon way, ya know?" "So, Hallie, are you going to bring your friends to our little martini mixer tonight?" The brown-haired girl asked with a small smile on her face. You could see it was forced, the way her eyes crinkled just gave it away. The attention she sought was oblivious, it was written all over her face. No, you definitely wanted no part in that. Instantly you shook your head no, Sid responded verbally making up an excuse but Hallie told them you'd all be there. You couldn't help but roll your eyes at her; noting that she only did that to get on the girl's good side. "Good, because we have our eyes on you. Both of you."She clarified before they all walked off. Mickey nudged your shoulder while also displaying a giddy smirk on his face. "I can already see it. Y/n the preppy schoolgirl who dresses like that." "Oh, so you're saying you don't like the way I dress?" "Oh, no, I do. I love the way you dress, baby-" He leaned in closer brushing his lips lightly against your cheek making you blush. -But I prefer you more undressed." "Of course you do." "Oh my god." Sid gasped immediately getting your attention. You followed her gaze and let your mouth fall agape when you saw the same person she saw. It was Dewey Riley in all of his almost better glory looking around the campus like he was lost.

Instantly you felt bad and the strings on your heart tugged more when Sidney grabbed your hand and started leading you towards the confused-looking man. You didn’t mean to but you forcefully pulled your arm away - Sidney turned to look at you instantly, worried.

“What’s wrong?” “I Uh… I can’t. I already made his life a living hell, I’m pretty sure he wouldn’t want to see me.” “Y/n, it wasn’t you and it wasn’t your fault.” “I’m sorry, Sid. I can’t.” She sighed deeply before giving you a reassuring smile and making her way towards Dewey. You went back to your spot, grabbed your things, and started to leave right when Randy had come back, missing everything that had happened. “What happened?” “He uh, showed up and something about Y/n making his life a living hell. What’d she do?” “Oh shit. I’ll catch you guys later. Tell Sid I went with Y/n.” Randy concluded as he ran to catch up with you leaving Hallie, Mickey, and Derek utterly confused.

~With Sídney & Dewey~

“Hey, Sid.” Dewey warmingly smiled as he accepted the hug Sid offered. Two years without seeing each other, it’s really been that long. Though Dewey and Sidney never lost contact, since Tatum died tragically Sidney became Dewey’s surrogate sister. She reminded him so much of Tatum; she had Tatum’s genuine smile but you, you had Tatum’s everything. You had her eyes but most importantly you had her beautiful and outstanding personality.

If Sid was here, he knew you were also here. He wanted to speak to you and see how you were doing but when he searched for you nearby or even in the crowds he found himself disappointed when he couldn’t spot you. Sidney took notice of this and the frown on his face became visibly clear.

“I’m sorry, Dewey. She thinks she ruined your life because she’s related to Stuart Macher-- Sid sighed as she explained. Dewey didn’t see you that way. He understood that Stu Macher was your cousin and it hit you the hardest when you found out what he did to your friends and tried to kill you, but it wasn’t your fault. It never was. He understood that, he just needed you to understand that. -- I tried telling her that it wasn't her fault. That no one thinks it was her fault but I guess she would listen unless it actually came from you." "Well, I can't exactly tell her that none of this is her fault if she continues to avoid me." "I know. We're trying." "We're?" "Yeah. Me and Randy." Dewey's smile grew wider at the mention of Randy. He knew Randy had survived the killings back in 1996, but he didn't expect for him to be here on campus with both you and Sid. Apart from him wanting to believe that Randy moved far away, forgot all about the horrors of that night, and found himself a nice girlfriend to settle down with. Apart from him wanted to make up a bunch of stories that weren't true for his friends, but it was better than reality. "In a way, hearing that the three of you are together and safe makes me feel better. Especially since..." "Yeah, Y/n, and I think it's happening again. Deep down we know Randy does too despite him denying it. Since what happened a couple years ago it's best to stay open-minded you know?" "Yeah. That's actually why I'm here. Of course, I came to see you guys, but I wanted to talk to Randy and get his intake with this." "Of course. How about we all meet up for lunch?" "Sounds like a plan." With another quick hug, Sidney was off- joining her friends once again and heading back inside the building getting ready for her next class. ~With Randy & Y/n~ "Y/n, it's not your fault. We all know that." Randy tried to assure the worried girl as he watched her pace back and forth inside her dorm room. "Look me in the eyes and tell me that you wouldn't suspect me as a killer if this is happening again. I mean, it's practically in my fucking blood-" "Y/n-- Randy grabbed ahold of the girl's shoulders shutting her up and making her look at him with wide eyes. In a way, he knew she was right. A part of him did kinda suspect her despite knowing her for years and knowing that she couldn't be capable of something like this. His love for her ran deeply which is why he couldn't let his horror logic fall in between the lines of realistic logic. If this was happening again, it wasn't her. -- I couldn't begin to understand how you feel right now. But I do know one thing. You are not capable of what they did. Okay? Listen to me, this wasn't you. You are not a suspect." You let a few shaky breaths escape from your lips as you pulled Randy into a very much-needed hug, which he gladly returned. "Thank you, Randy." "Anytime. Now, Sid just texted me and asked if we were up for lunch with Dewey. Are we?" Were you? Were you ready to face the man who might've held you responsible? Maybe you were just overthinking. But what if you weren't? Randy could see the gears in your head turning, but he didn't want to interrupt your thinking process in fear of maybe saying the wrong thing. "Yeah, we're up for it." "Good. You can always change your mind too. Dewey would understand." "No, I'm ready." "Alright. I'll text Sidney." As Randy pulled his phone out, you could hear the faint soft knocks on your dorm door. Immediately you knew it wasn't Sidney nor Hallie considering they were in class right now and they had a key. After sharing a quick look with Randy, you opened the door standing face to face with a concerned-looking Mickey on the other side. "Oh, sorry. I-I just saw you leave in such a hurry and thought I should check up on you. Didn't know you had company." His voice was two-toned. It was from sympethic to irratation. Was it the thought of being alone in your dorm room with randy? you thought. Indeed it was, but you weren't sure. "Mhm-hmm, and how did you know she was here, Micky?" "A lucky guess, Randy." "Yeah,

well you found her. You can leave now." "Randy, I love you and I appreciate you, but I think Mickey has it from here." "Yeah, Mickey got it from here. Bye-bye Randy." Randy scoffed at the boy before looking you dead in your eye searching for any sign of pleading. He was genuinely worried about your safety and Mickey showing up here out of the blue kinda through him off. "Are you sure you'll be okay with this Dofus?" "I'm positive, Meeks. Just pick me up when it's time for lunch." "Alright. See ya soon. You lay a hand on her, Altieri, and I'll break it." "Bye Randy." Randy had excused himself out of your dorm, leaving only you and Mickey. The atmosphere became quiet, but what were you supposed to say to somebody who was only your friend with benefits. "So, I heard you got a date with Nadia tonight. Hope you have fun." "It's not a date." "Well, whatever it is, have fun." You said genuinely with a smile. He hated you for it. He hated how genuine you sounded and how you actually meant what you said. He didn't want a random chick he drunkenly met at a party, he wanted you. He wanted all of you, he just didn't know how to ask. No, scratch that. He didn't know what your response would be. "Mickey, is everything okay?" "Uh, yeah... Well, I'm gonna go seeing as you have somewhere to be in a few hours and I'll- I'll catch you later." "Mickey, you know you can talk to me about anything right?" "Yeah, yeah. I'll catch you later." Without another word, he left leaving you by yourself with your thoughts. Somewhere deep down you wanted him to ask you out officially and you would've said yes, but you also knew that it'd never happen. The only things you were worried about not were the ongoing murder investigation and the lunch with Dewey. You wondered how'd that go.

[steve-harringtons-lover]

Masterlist!

Harry Potter (Golden Trio Era):

George Weasley

Fred Weasley

Harry Potter

Hermione Granger

Ron Weasley

Luna Lovegood

Neville Longbottom

Cho Chang

Lavender Brown

Ginny Weasley

Tonks

Draco Malfoy

Pansy Parkinson

Cedric Diggory

Fleur Delacor

Seamus Finnigan

Dean Thomas

Older Colin Creevey

Padma Patil

Parvati Patil

Harry Potter (Marauders Era):

Remus Lupin

James Potter

Sirius Black

Peter Pettigrew

Regulus Black

Lily Potter

Scream(1996):

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

Poly!Ghostface

Sidney Prescott

Tatum Riley

Randy Meeks

The Outsiders:

Johnny Cade

Ponyboy

Dally

Soda

Darry

Two-Bit

Steve

Diary of a Wimpy Kid:

Rodrick Heffley

Dead Poets Society:

Neil Perry

Charlie Dalton

Todd Anderson

Steven Meeks

Chris

Pittsie

Knox

Cameron

Outer Banks:

JJ Maybank

John B. Rutledge

Kiara Carrera

Pope Hayward

Sarah Cameron

Rafe Cameron

Stranger Things:

Mike Wheeler

Will Byers

Steve Harrington

Dustin Henderson

Lucas Sinclair

Max Mayfield

Eleven (Jane)

Robin Buckley

Jonathan Byers

Nancy Wheeler

The Mighty Ducks:

Charlie Conway

Adam Banks

Jesse Hall

Greg Goldberg

Connie Moreau

Guy Germaine

Julie Gaffney

Fulton Reed

Dean Portman

Luis Mendoza

Dwayne Robertson

Ken Wu

Russ Tyler

Lester Averman

Community:

Abed Nadir

Troy Barnes

Britta Perry

Annie Edison

Jeff Winger

That '90s Show:

Leia Forman

Jay Nelson

Nate

Gwen Rnuck

Ozzie

Niki

That 70s Show:

Eric Forman

Donna Pinciotti

Jackie Burkhart

Steven Hyde

Fez

Michael Kelso

Dazed and Confused:

Randall 'Pink' Floyd

Don Dawson

Slater

Kevin Pick ford

Michelle

Mitch Kramer

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I will write Character x OC and Character x Reader

I will NOT write going to 'paris' with the Weasley twins or SMUT

Requests can be made on my page

Please be kind<33

[dinogoofymutated]

Morph/GN!Reader It's a little late, and super short and not that in-depth, but I'll be honest, I've been on the struggle bus lol. I feel that Practical magic might have to hold on until after october, as I really want to post the secret surprise guest fic on halloween day and I'm worried I wont have enough time if not. Don't worry though! It should still be posted eventually.

You’ve always considered the rumors about your family’s witchy and magical past to be fictional, absolute nonsense. Well, you did, until you found yourself accidentally bound to someone who’s more or less your familiar. Neither of you particularly wants this, so you focus on whatever magical skills you managed to inherit on breaking the bond- but is that really what you want?

TWs: Incredibly inaccurate witchcraft and magic, misunderstandings, I'll add more if I think of any.

    “And you’re sure this will work?” You sigh at the sound of the voice, Morph sitting on your counter and kicking their feet back and forth as they watch you draw a chalk symbol on the floor. The lines are crooked and the symbol a little wonky, but it looks close enough to the one you saw on Google- you think.

    “Nope.”

    It’s been almost a week since the universe decided that you needed a new problem on your hands. One day you’re joking about the supposed magical past of your family line, then the next day you’re waking up at midnight to heavy vertigo, bright lights, and something- someone in your house. Not only had you jinxed yourself, you had put yourself through some kind of horror movie by walking through the dark house and faceplanting directly into a pale, lanky creature that you were sure you'd seen on some horror forum in the 2010s. Only, they weren’t just some creature. They were your creature. Your familiar, apparently. Like, witchy familiar- like black cats or owls or other creatures of the night- only you got stuck with a Changling, one who wasn't exactly thrilled about the situation, having enjoyed hundreds of years of freedom since being bound to another magic-user.

    “Really starting to doubt that you're an actual witch, you know.” They hum, hopping down from the counter and stretching their arms. You let out a long groan, running your hands through your hair before you plop down on one side of the circle.

    “That’s because I’m not!” You say, exasperated. “I don’t have a clue what I’m doing- and if anything I would expect the Fae-born changling to know more about this!” Morph only shrugs, which only aggravates you further.

    “Don’t hate the player, rookie, hate the game.”

    “Would you please sit down already?” 

    The instructions you follow make you feel stupid. You had everything that the “spell” or whatever it was required, but it was just so… cheesy. Every step you follow feels stereotypical and fake. You’re a hundred percent sure that it probably wasn't exactly common for witches and whatnot to sever the magical bond between themselves and their familiars,  but this wasn't really an average situation. You don’t want to use magic, or be a witch! And Morph doesn’t want to be stuck to you either! You can already see the hopeful glimmer in their eyes as the chalk circle begins to glow,  the writing on the sheet of paper you were using to guide you quickly following suit. The air begins to feel staticky, charged with magical energy. There’s a buzzy feeling underneath your skin, and the tension in the air begins to grow as the tea candles on the counter go out suddenly. There’s a moment of anticipation, and then a flash of blinding light. You close your eyes at the bright shine, feeling the buzzy feeling die down. There’s a silence in the air, and when you finally open your eyes… Morph is still there, tapping their fingers against the wood floor. They look a little disappointed, before giving you a smile that doesn't reach their eyes. 

    “Soooo, should we order takeout tonight?”

    “God damnit.”

    You go grocery shopping instead. While you're in the store, Morph is really helpful. You’ve only known them a day or two, but they are certainly living up to their title. You don’t really have to ask for help very much, sometimes they just do things you need, and other times you do ask them to do something (stupid tall shelves) and it’s almost like compassion for them to fulfill your requests. You don’t like that. Morph is still smiling, but you don’t think they like it either.

    Morph is… strange. Not in a regular way- and the constant changing and taking on new forms isn't exactly news to you, besides the fact you had been so sure changelings usually take on a single shape, but then again you didn’t exactly do a ton of research on that kind of mythology. You’re starting to think you should have, but that's aside from the point. Morph is actually really nice, and funny, and always manages to find a way to make you laugh. There are moments when it just feels so authentic and others that feel… hollow, almost. 

    As nice as it was to have company, the quest for a spell to sever the bond between you continued. Morph helps you find spellbooks at the library you had never known existed, stayed up late with you to find herbs and fungus that only grew at night, helped you make breakfast and drank wine with you on the weekends before laughing with you until morning. Months go by of this, and despite every failed spell or ritual, the air between you only settles, both of you relaxing into a new comfortable energy. They’re less stiff than they used to be, you noticed. they’re less afraid to make mistakes, and more likely to join you for company. 

    Eventually, Morph tells you about their sinister first master- if you can call the bastard that. It’s a serious moment, one you’re not likely to forget, but afterward, you find a new kind of appreciation for how comfortable they were in your home, and with you.

    From then on, things between you… change a bit. Something shifts. Morph is a lot more touchy with you, slinging an arm around your shoulders, draping themselves across you on the couch. Their jokes come off more genuine and less stiff- less of a defense than they were before. There’s newfound mutual trust, one that you start to enjoy.

    …But they still had to go home, right?

    You feel like every step closer you get to having the perfect spell mastered, something goes wrong. All these little nitpicky things that you had overlooked time and time again begin to wear on you, and with your growing fondness for Morph, it wears you down a little. You want them to say, but you don’t want to keep them here. Not against their wishes. Additionally, your new spellbooks and supplies-  hell, even the crystals you owned before any of this magic stuff surfaced had gone missing. You go to try another attempt, and time and time again, after not being able to find the key components you knew you had, you gave up and waited for another day. And then when you would find what you needed, something else would be missing instead. You have never felt so forgetful then you did while searching the house and having to get Morph to help you- because it really had to be you misplacing things, right?

    What was stranger was that Morph didn’t really care. They would laugh about it and shrug their arms and lightly make fun of you, but never made you feel too bad about it. You had felt so guilty every single time, knowing that you were keeping them here due to your own thoughtlessness- and the fact that you enjoyed them being here only made the guilt worsen. 

    Eventually, the time finally came when this foolproof spell you had been working on for so long was ready. 

    The room is lit by candles, the chalk on the floor almost glowing against the dark wood. There’s a small fire in the center of the circle, various crystals and things placed around in strategic patterns, and the air is buzzing with magic. You’ve recited these words so many times at this point you had it memorized, so focused on wrapping the twine rope to bind yourself and Morph’s wrists together you hardly see the way their face shifts, looking paler than ever. 

    “Are you sure this is going to work this time?” Morph asks, an unsteady tone to their voice. 

    “Well, we’ll know if the fire-” You don’t even have to finish your reply, as soon as the twine has been fully wound, only a string hanging down in the middle, the fire shifts in color, a wave of magic sweeping the room and every other candle and flame following suit. You look around in surprise, with this being the first time you’ve ever had that kind of reaction. It feels… good. The magic beneath your skin, the power and control you have over the elusive spell at your fingertips. And yet, you still can’t bring yourself to smile. 

    The fire beneath your wrists stretches, the flame flickering up to lick at the twine that hangs between you. This kind of flame won't burn the skin, only the rope, you remind yourself as you anxiously watch the fire grow. You can’t hear anything over your heart pounding in your ears, the twine burning slowly before it begins to pick up in speed. A wind begins to pick up in the room, candles flickering as the magic seems to become sucked into the binding as it burns. You’re too focused to really pay attention to Morph’s growing discomfort, but time is ticking, and you look up at them expectantly when they must speak their half of the spell, taking their power back for themself and rescinding your use of it.

    “Morph?” They don’t respond to their name, eyebrows furrowed as the flame burns more and more of the rope. You finally notice how nervous they look, heaving breaths and shaking shoulders. It’s all moving so fast, and they’re running out of time. The flame completely overtakes the twine when Morph suddenly shifts the size of their wrist, yanking it out of the binding. All of the air is sucked out of the room, the magic following suit as every flame returns to its normal color, and you can’t help but let out a screech as your wrist begins to burn. 

    “Shit! Sorry! Sorry! I’m so sorry.” Morph is rambling.  You’re desperately trying to get the rope off as they race off to the side, grabbing the bucket of emergency water you kept just in case something went wrong. You call their name in frustration, tears dotting your eyes as they grab your hands and plunge it into the water, quenching the fire.

    “Please, just don’t be mad!” They beg, but it’s a little late for that. Your growing anger is only amplified by the unbearable pain from the burn on your wrist.

    “Of course I’m mad!” You shout. “How can I not be?!” Tears are finally beginning to roll down your cheek, from the pain or the anger, you didn’t know. Morph is becoming frantic, running back over to the side to grab the first-aid kit before sitting down with it. You can’t bring yourself to take your wrist out of the cool water. They can’t seem to decide the best way to help you, either, hands reaching out to wipe your tears but retracting before they can touch your face.

    “I can’t- I’m sorry, I couldn’t-”

    “Why didn’t you just tell me?!” The words come out like a shout, and Morph flinches, looking ashamed. 

    “Do you have any Idea how hard this was for me?” You sob. “-To tap into whatever magic bullshit this all is, do all of these rituals and spells and have each one of them fail? Having to prepare myself for you to leave me over and over again?!” There’s a second of silence, Morph looking at you wide-eyed.

    “What?” Morph breathes, in absolute shock, still hovering by your side. You scoff at the question, taking your wrist out of the water to weakly punch at their chest.

    “You’re such an oblivious asshole!” Your arms are around them before they have a second to react, burning your face into their shoulder. Morph is frozen, stiff under you like they still haven't fully processed what was happening. You continue to cry into them, sobs and hiccups slowing while they begin to relax, wrapping their arms around you and burying their face into your hair.

    “Why didn’t you just tell me you wanted to stay?” The words are whispered and broken, but Morph only holds you tighter.

    “I… I thought you wanted me to go.” Morph mumbles. You shake your head, only curling into them further. They hold you back just as tight, and you know that the relief you’re feeling is mutual. 

    You sit together for a long, teary-eyed moment, breathing each other in.

    “So…” Morph breaks the silence. “Takeout?” You laugh, and it’s possibly the greatest sound they've ever heard.

    “Hell yeah.”

[polyghostfacehours]

Scream 5 Asks Compilation

⚠‼SPOILERS UNDER THE CUT‼⚠

There is one Scream 5 ask I didn't include, bc it was a request about some characters' reactions to something that happens in the movie, so it will be in a separate spoiler post.

LMAO Yeah, his house did feel more like a character than he did. Honestly, I have a lot to say about Richie and Amber, and I'll definitely delve into them in a later post, but I didn't feel like they were trying to be Billy and Stu? They felt more of a combination of Jill, Charlie, and Mickey and Stu between their motives and how they acted.

I loved Amber though, and I felt she was a phenomenal expy of Stu. She really went apeshit in the climax, and I loved it! And yeah, Richie I loooooved seeing get absolutely rekt by Sam!

Yeah, going by the timeline established, with Sam being born in 1996, Billy 1000% cheated on Sid with Christina (Sam's mom's name) while he and Sid were together. Assuming Scream happened somewhere between October and December 1996, and Sam is born IN 1996, he must've done it shortly before or after he killed Maureen Prescott, since he did that a year ago exactly from when Scream happened.

He is an absolute fuckboi lmaooo. He stopped getting it from Sid, so he fucked Christina and whiteout a condom too. I can absolutely seeing him going "It won't feel as good with one." or some bullshit. Can't imagine sex ed. in Woodsboro explained how high the chances of pregnancy are, or even exists.

OKAY BITCH BUT ME TOOO LMAOOO. As a certified Billy lover (duh), I like to headcanon that it was just a one night stand that he knew he could get out of Christina since she was in love with him. Better than him being secretly in a relationship with her.

Then again, even if they did establish that it was a secret relationship, I still would continue writing Billy x Reader's/hc that Billy and Stu were together and had the REAL secret relationship/ that poly ghostface exists. I like to think Billy is just an evil bisexual who wasn't just sleeping with women, but also Stu and had real feelings loooool.

I will proudly ignore canon when it suits me 😤.

As much as I'd love that, I think it's a stretch and grasping for straws at his point. Between Billy being confirmed to be having sex with someone that isn't Stu, and Kevin Williamson both being heavily involved as well as being the producer + the recent interview with pride source he did basically saying "OoOoOo its up to speculation 😱" and straight up confirming it wasnt his intention when writing...I've just kinda accepted it. But like I said, canon means shit to me, and I will continue to write and ship as I see fit.

I do hope it's an actual ghost and not a hallucination, and latching on to the whole "Those meds aren't helping as well as they used to huh Sam?" line from Billy to support it. BUT I know in my heart of hearts it's probs not true, and he really is just a hallucination from Sam lol.

ALSO YES, ANOTHER REASON TO HC GHOST!BILLY. God, Dewey watching over them. Dewey REUNITING with Tatum. Billy REUNITING WITH STUUUUU. AAAHHHHHH.

But god, imagine Dewey watching over Gale. Finally leaving Woodsboro and following her, watching Gale fall in love with someone else, have kids, be happy. And it's bittersweet for Dewey, bc he loves seeing her happy, but HE wanted to be the man to do so. So he watches over Sidney and Gale, along with Tatum.

NAUR BUT YES. I love 3rd Planet, I havent heard it in yeeeears tho, so thank you for reminding me it exists! And forgive me for derailing but

Broke: 3rd Planet is about a miscarriage or religion.

Woke: 3rd Planet is about Sidney and Gale moving on without Dewey

Bespoke: 3rd Planet is about poly Ghostface where one of the three dies.

Billy: I see the baby cum angels 😞

ghost Stu or ghost Y/N: wtf

I was never the biggest Dewey stan, but his death literally destroyed me for awhile. Like, it felt like a favorite uncle passing away, I didn't even tear up, I just had that horrible pit in my stomach when it happened. I was so genuinely upset even though I KNEW it was coming bc of the leak I read. Just seeing HOW it happened, and after Dewey reunited with Gale when we had seen him watching Gale on TV and smiling? I fucking...man. It hurt.

Ooooh, interesting choice! While I feel parts of the song definitely fit Dewey in regards to Sid, I wouldn't normally associate it with them. Mainly bc I feel like there was never a point in time where Dewey envied or felt competitive with Sid, which is a big component of the song.

[nastyatticman]

hey I’ve been itching to fill some requests lately so here’s a tentative list of characters / things I’ll write (will add/change later)

Slashers

Billy Lenz (Black Christmas 1974)

Brahms Heelshire (The Boy 2016) what sequel

Bubba Sawyer (The Texas Chainsaw Massacre & TCM 2)

Carrie White (Carrie) (AU where she doesn’t die)

Leslie Vernon (Behind the Mask)

Bo Sinclair (House of Wax 2006)

Angela Baker (Sleepaway Camp 2&3)

Vincent Sinclair (HoW 2006)

Lester Sinclair (HoW 2006)

Candyman (Candyman 1992)

Billy Loomis & Stu Macher / Polyam Ghostface (Scream)

Any of the slashers from Vicious Fun 2020 except Zachary. Carrie, Fritz, Hideo, Mike, Bob are all on the table!

And more! Just ask and I’ll see what I can do :D

Other horror / media

The Duke (Resident Evil 8)

Jimmy Hall / Hugo Punch (At Dead of Night)

Eddie Gluskin* (Outlast: Whistleblower) (*fair warning I’m not that knowledgeable about Outlast but I feel like I have a good grasp on Eddie’s character!)

My OCs

Sidney Jade Leong, a twenty something killer with darkness behind his eyes

Duane Griffith, a beloved pastry chef by day & cannibal by night

Emil Vuong, a hitman whose existence is a mystery to his victims as well as his loved ones

Gabby ???, a woman who may be secretly living in an attic near you!

Angel, an up coming slasher who wants to be part of something big. Ghostface meets Leslie Vernon, with the most gorgeous hazel eyes

Kevin Liu, known as the Groundskeeper. A shy college student by day, who hunts down people who’ve wronged him at night.

You may request

SFW - fluff, angst, dark topics

N / SFW - vanilla, BDSM, dub con / non con okay

Slasher X reader

Slasher X Reader X Slasher/another character

Slasher X Slasher

Slasher X specific reader (** please add specifics - rather than asking for “slasher x Chinese reader” I’d prefer more detail like “slasher x Chinese reader showing them dramas”)

Headcanons

Drabbles / short writing

I’ll write this if you pay me ? 👉👈

(I’ll take money via cashapp, maybe PayPal. I’m willing to take non money offers such as buying something from an external site or art/writing! Art trades okay)

Slashers X Your OC

Slashers X you / your self insert

Longer writing, fanfiction

I won’t write

Hate speech, bigotry, etc

Certain kinks/fetishes (piss, scat, anything I’m not comfortable with)

Incest pairings (or anything where reader is in a relationship or hooking up with two+ characters who are related, I’m not comfortable with that)

Not SFW content of Underage characters, or of animals

Other stuff - I’ll let you know on a case by case basis so we can figure out something we’ll both like C:

[slasherscream]

                                           BLOG MASTERLIST

                                            character list/rules

arvin russell (devil all the time)

dani ardor (midsommar)

dennis rafkin (13 ghosts)

billy loomis

brahms heelshire

beth washington (until dawn)

carrie white

candyman

charles lee “chucky” ray

claudia (interview with the vampire -platonic only-)

chris hartley (until dawn)

emily davis (until dawn)

emmett (a quiet place 2)

ginger fitzgerald (gingersnaps)

hannibal lecter (1991)

jason dean/jd

jennifer check

josh washington (until dawn)

jessica riley (until dawn)

kevin khatchadourian

louis de pointe du lac (interview with the vampire)

lestat de lioncourt (interview with the vampire)

mike munroe (until dawn)

matt taylor (until dawn)

mrs. lovett (sweeney todd)

nancy downs (the craft)

norman bates (1960)

pelle (midsommar)

patricia (split)

sidney prescott

stu macher

sweeney todd

samantha giddings (until dawn)

tatum riley

tiffany valentine

v (from v for vendetta)

yautja (predator films)

NON-SLASHERS:

abe sapien (2004)

hellboy (2004)

sebastian valmont (cruel intentions)

POLY SHIPS:

billy loomis/reader/stu macher

sidney prescott/reader/tatum riley

tiffany valentine/reader/chucky

ginger fitzgerald/jennifer check/reader/jd

jd x reader x veronica

BLOG SPECIALTY:

crazy ass boys gang

crazy ass girls gang

crazy ass husbands gang

he’s just not that into you series

black!reader

tumblr destroys big lists of links i wish i was dead.

not for safe work tag is: nsfc

if you're a fan my cashapp is slasherscream

Kofi is: slashandscream

i am BLACK, a LESBIAN, 25, and my name is BEE.

BIGGEST BLOG RULE BELOW:

vague requests are EXTREMELY low priority and from this point on i probably won’t write them at all  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ . they drain me on a creative level that's so profound i can't put it into words (example. tiffany valentine x gender neutral reader) (example 2. headcanons for hellboy x fem!reader) (example. billy loomis x male reader).  i write original content off of tumblr and with every passing year i have less time to write for this blog. now we're down to a couple hours a week i can devote to tumblr writing. having to come up with ideas constantly is how this blog goes without any updates for months at a time. next time it gets bad could make that timeline years. i get burnt out creatively very easily and i will always prioritize diverting brain power towards my original writing if this blog drains me. do with that information what you will. more detailed requests for the longevity of this blog encouraged (example. chucky x reader and how they make up after a fight)

READ THE REST OF MY RULES PAGE BEFORE REQUESTING PLEASE.