#Should I make a Ghostface OC????

[rodentsunite]

I now get the hype for horror movie icons because I can’t stop scrolling through Ghostface TikTok 

[leonsmommykink]

creating oc’s are literally so fun, especially when it comes to the scenarios omfg i eat it up every time

[bloodgutsandpussy]

ghostface twins is such a cute concept they really fucked that one up

[certifiedwhore4slashers]

If I can’t have you, no one can

pairing(s): ethan landry x fem!reader, slight oc x reader

summary: your boyfriend is murdered only to find out your best friend was the killer.

warnings: yandere-ish themes, obsession, murder, yandere behavior, gore, blood, violence, knife violence, toxicity, scream vi spoilers, stalking, etc…

part 2?

“It’s Halloween, and you know what that means? Your boyfriend smirks. “Mhm, we’re obviously watching the classic Halloween! Michael Myers any day! You smile.

He chuckled.”I’m going to make popcorn.” He kissed you and you kiss back. You’ve been with your boyfriend, Daniel for almost eight months now and you couldn’t be happier.

You met him shortly after moving to New York which happened not long after the massacre that took away your friends by Amber and Richie. God did you hate them so much but karma got them in the end.

You missed Dewey, Wes and Liv so much but there wasn’t anything you could do. You met your new friends not that long after moving with Mindy, Chad, Sam and Tara for College. You enjoyed university.

Suddenly, You remember You specifically told your best friend, Ethan you'd go to that frat party. "Crap, I just remembered, You frown. "I promised Ethan i'd go to that party. But you know, I never spend much time with you anymore. I should just message him."

Daniel smiles. "Okay. Nice of you to at least inform him." You nodded. You were super close, though kind of obvious Daniel seemed kind of jealous of your best friend. You found that funny since Ethan obviously liked Tara. "Okay, I messaged him, You said, unpausing your movie.

Living in New York was so much better than Woodsboro. By now, it became a tourist attraction. When Ethan messaged you back, you felt kind of bad since he seemed disappointed but nonetheless you usually constantly spent time with Ethan so the guilt vanished.

You got closer to Daniel as you two cuddled while watching Halloween, Candy, Soda and Popcorn. However something felt off. Not between either of you but something just wasn’t right.

You suddenly pause the movie. “Hey, Is everything okay, y/n? Daniel asks. “No, Something’s off, you say nervously.

“Hm, do you want me to check it out? He asks, concern in his voice. “No, I don’t hear anything I just… you say before being interrupted by a phone ringing.

“Is it you? You ask. He nods.”Unknown Number.” “Don’t answer! You say, knowing how it always ended. “Okay, He says.”Just stay close to me okay?”

You nod as you continue watching the movie cuddling him despite your gut instincts telling you that something was off.

It had been for a while, since you knew someone had been watching you, following you, for a while. Perhaps a new Ghostface or Crazy Fan of the Stab Movies, But you didn’t know for sure.

You couldn’t let your boyfriend die. Not under the hands of Ghostface. Not ever. Your phone rings. Unknown Number. But, You figured you could be okay. You answer. "Hello? You say, walking in your room.

"Hello Y/N. I missed hearing your voice."

"... What do you want from me?"

"You. However, Your Boyfriend won't be so lucky."

"No, Please don't hurt him! I'll do anything!"

"Anything?"

"Yes."

Suddenly, the caller hangs up and you come back. Your Boyfriend is worried. "Y/n, who were you talking to? He asks. "We have other things we should worry about, Maybe You should go home, You suggested.

"No, I'm not leaving you, Y/N! Daniel insisted. "Just what is-" Suddenly, someone came up from behind him, stabbing him right in the back, He groans. You were face to face with Ghostface. Your Boyfriend was still alive. "No! You said, trying to stop him but he was stronger.

Shoving you very roughly to the side, You fell and could only watch. You weren't going to be murdered. No, You'd be fine, but your boyfriend. "Daniel! You cried, closing your eyes while he screamed, you heard him being stabbed multiple times.

Then, it stopped. You opened your eyes. Your Boyfriend, dead and drenched in blood. His blood. you sobbed, Ghostface coming closer, now in front of you. Hovering over you while he tilted his head.

You whimper in fear while you scoot back, but he kept coming closer. "I'm not going to hurt you, Y/N, Ghostface spoke. You kind of recognized his voice.

"Do I know you... You said, softly. He nods. Your legs hurt while you slowly get up. Your face wet from crying. Your movie still paused. Your boyfriend’s lifeless body. You couldn't help but run. He may not kill you, but still would hurt you. You didn't believe his words. Not one bit.

You quickly open your apartment door and bolt. Ghostface following behind you. What made you so important? There was nothing really. You were an ordinary citizen and Ghostface could’ve killed you easily.

“You can’t run.”

It walked slowly as if not even trying. But that was because he was so confident in getting you. Murdering your boyfriend? That didn’t make you want him.

He must’ve been your stalker. It all made sense. You’d be his next victim. His Final Girl, Or whatever. You didn’t know. But he didn’t try to klll you. He was there for Daniel. Not you. That didn’t make you feel any safer or relieved. In fact a lot worse.

You shouldn’t been killed along with him. Then you’d be with him now. Little did you know, He was right behind you, quickly grabbing you, you fell and groaned as he dragged you right back to your apartment.

You noted that he was strong. And you groan in pain as you know you were having an nosebleed. “You look good in red, Ghostface said.

“Who are you, you fucking bastard! You yell. “Glad you asked, ghostface said. Ghostface pulled off his mask and your eyes widen.

“Surprise, Y/N.”

It was your best friend, Ethan. Who was shy, sweet and nervous. But it made sense. Who’d suspect the kind, shy guy?

You didn’t want to cry. He comes closer. “Hey, don’t cry, he cooed. Though what does it do for you. You shove him back. “Stay away from me! You say.”I can’t believe you. You were at the party.”

“I was, and well, then I just had to come over, Ethan laughs.”Your Bastard boyfriend stole you away from me. But now… he’s out of the way.”

“I don’t like you like that, You say, backing away.”Even if I didn’t have a boyfriend.” “That doesn’t matter, Because I’m not letting you go, not anymore, He says.

And when you were backed into the corner, You knew that you were fucked. Really fucked.

[psycholuvrgirl]

sweets! part I

ethan landry x bimbo!oc [winnie adair]

summary: the blackmore students go to a costume party and ghostface comes back.

warnings: nsfw implications, mentions of murder

a/n: chapter one finally <3 i hope you all enjoy!

masterlist

“Hey, Ethan!”

The boy looks around the room, eyes landing on the smaller girl. Her short dress clings to her body and she has a little garter around her left thigh. It has a small heart on it and the band squeezes the fatty limb so it could fit. She’s covered in red -- her dress, the garter, her lips, and cheeks.

“Ethan!” she calls again. He blinks a little, snapping out of his little trance and smiling at her. She giggles, pushing through a few people to make her way next to him. Her bangles clap together as she bouncily walks over, and he wonders how those giant hoops are even comfortable weighing down her ears. “Do you like?” she asks, finally in front of him. She does a little twirl for him, Ethan’s eyes snapping down to the bottom of the dress for the split second her back is turned to him.

“Very nice,” he says, nodding in approval. She giggles and looks at his costume, furrowing her brows a little at it. She looks up at him, confusion written plainly across her expression. 

“I think I’m pretty obviously Betty Boop, but what the hell are you?” she asks, “A knight?”

“No-- Kind of. It’s the Brown Knight,” he explains. The girl scrunches her face, both unimpressed and still confused. “Chris Hawley? Murder Party?” 

She shakes her head and giggles, “I have no clue what you’re talking about, dork.”

He smiles a little at the nickname. Usually he would feel a little hurt by the jab, but she says it so endearingly that heat rises to his cheeks immediately. Her name is called by some girl in the distance and she’s quickly whisked away, but she makes sure to turn around and wave at him as she disappears into the crowd. 

“Not happening,” Chad says, walking up behind Ethan. The curly-headed boy turns to his roommate who’s shaking his head. “You stay away from her with your little puppy-dog eyes, alright?”

“What?” Ethan asks with a small, nervous chuckle. Chad shakes his head, pointing at Ethan.

“I know your tricks, alright?” Chad says, a little harsher. Ethan’s eyes widen momentarily, shaking his head.

“No, no, no,” Ethan says, “There’s no tricks, I swear. I’m just--”

Chad’s stern face fades into a smile, the boy leaning over with laughter. He looks up at Ethan, but he only laughs harder when he sees the other boy’s face.

“You should see yourself right now, man,” Chad laughs. Ethan anxiously joins in on Chad’s laughter. “Don’t worry, Landry, I’m not gonna hurt you or anything. Jesus, you looked terrified.”

“I kinda was,” Ethan mumbles, just loud enough so only he could hear it. Chad claps Ethan’s arm, shaking him a little bit.

“I’m just playing with you,” Chad says, calming down. “But seriously, stay away from her, Landry.”

“I will, I will,” Ethan says, hands up in surrender. He drops his arms back to his sides and tilts his head, “Why? Are you two…”

“No,” Chad says, shaking his head with an amused smile, “I just have to look out for her because nobody else will.”

“I’m back!” Winnie says through a sing-song voice . She peeks around Chad and he wraps an arm around her.

“Hey kid,” Chad says, looking down at her. He glances back up at Ethan, shooting him a look.

“And I brought you boys gifts,” she says, holding two shot glasses out to them. Ethan looks at Chad for permission and the bigger boy nods at him.

Ethan takes the small cup, “Where’s yours?”

“I don’t drink alcohol anymore,” she says, shaking her head. She reaches into her bag and pulls out a bottle with a wink, “But I do drink cranberry juice.”

Chad furrows his brows, narrowing his eyes at the girl, “Excuse me?”

She looks up at him innocently, “Huh?”

Chad shakes his head, “Nevermind.” Winnie looks at Ethan for an answer, but the boy quickly looks away from her. Chad lifts his cups, “Hey, cheers to the dynamic duo of Hortense Tower, third floor, room 315. And Winnie.”

“And Winnie!” the girl cheers, her bottle tapping their shot glasses. She takes a sip of her juice and watches the boys. Chad downs the shot with a slight grimace, and Ethan immediately spits it back into the glass. She giggles at him, offering him her juice to wash it down. “Oh, man. Time to start making moves. Yeah, get you out there. Introduce you to some girls!” Chad says, nodding to a girl in a Harry Potter costume, “What about her?”

Instead of looking at the dancing girl, he looks at Winnie. Her eyes are locked onto the girl Chad is looking at. Her face is stoic, void of any emotion. Then like a switch she smiles, looking up at Ethan. He quickly looks over to the girl he should have been looking at the entire time.

“She’s gorgeous,” he says. He watches Winnie in his peripheral, her blinking is rapid for a moment and she forces the smile to stay on her face. Was she jealous?

“Great. Ask her out,” Chad says.

“No, I can’t,” Ethan chuckles nervously, glancing at Winnie momentarily. She’s now on her phone, clicking on the Instagram logo without a care for what was happening between the boys.

“Ask her out! Ask her out!” Chad chants. He looks at Winnie, “Tell him, Win.”

“What?” she says, angling her phone at her chest and looking up at them.

“You gotta have confidence,” Chad says, emphasizing the last word. He backs up to look at Ethan, “Plus, look at you, man! You’re a snack! Practically an entire meal all on your own.”

“Really?”

“Yeah! You’re Ethan Landry,” Chad says, leaning an arm on Ethan. He turns to the girl, calling out to her. Ethan whispers Chad’s name, trying to stop him, but there’s no point. “My friend here, he’s a snack, right?”

She shrugs, her face not showing any sign of interest. She turns back to her friends who shake her head and laugh with her. Chad laughs at the girl’s reaction a little.

“What did that mean?” Ethan asks.

“No, it’s good. It’s good,” Chad says.

“What?”

“It’s not bad. There’s room for improvement!” Chad says.

“Well I think you’re a snack,” Winnie says, bumping Ethan with her arm. He looks down at her with a smile, but his next words are lost when he sees her lips wrapped around another sucker. It’s red, matching her costume, and her lipstick is staining the base of the stick. She licks the candy, bringing it back into her mouth.

“Thank you,” he breathes out, responding to the wide-eyed girl.

“Hey, big guy, you’re needed,” Anika says, popping around the corner to look at Chad. Chad pats Ethan’s chest, following Anika away from where they were.

“Come on,” Winnie says, taking Ethan’s hand into her own. She follows Chad, keeping a small distance between them. They settle in a doorway, watching Chad confront a guy on the staircase with Tara. Winnie puts herself close to Ethan, her back against his front. She looks up at him, popping the lollipop out of her mouth. Before she can say anything Chad drags the guy down from the staircase. Winnie gasps and Ethan wraps his arm around her, pulling her backwards as he steps out of the way.

The two boys push each other back and forth, shouting at one another. Their shouting ceases when Sam makes her way into the room, putting herself between them.

“Sorry to interrupt. I’m just gonna tase you in the balls real quick,” she says, putting the taser exactly where she said she would. The crowd all gasps or grimaces, shocked by the scene in front of them. “Don’t ever lay hands on my sister.”

“Sam. Are you fucking kidding me? You’re stalking me now?” Tara says, approaching Sam. She shakes her head and walks off, pushing through the crowd. Sam follows behind her sister, and the rest of the group scrambles behind them.

“Wait,” Winnie says, grabbing Ethan’s arm. He slows down, falling behind the group with her. She pulls the hat that, in the haze of chasing after the arguing sisters, Anika gave to her off of her head. She tiptoes, messily placing on top of Ethan’s curls. “I really like you.”

“I like you too,” he says. She giggles at his words, looking down at her feet. She looks back up at him with her big, brown eyes. 

“I’ve just been having a lot of fun with you since I transferred here and--”

“Hey!” The two look over at the voice, a girl throwing a drink at Sam. “Murderer!”

The two groups get into a small argument, but naturally fades with the growing distance. Chad, Mindy, Anika, and Tara walk off. Sam stays where she is, fixing her top. Winnie wraps her arms around Ethan’s, sticking close to him after the outburst.

“Hey, I have tissues if you want tissues,” Ethan says as he approaches Sam. He pulls them out of his pocket, counting the pieces of soft paper. “I have, like, three tissues.”

Winnie giggles, but Sam seems less than amused. 

“You are aggressive,” Ethan laughs. Winnie rips the final piece of duct tape off of his sweater and giggles.

“I’m just trying to be helpful,” she says. Somebody pounds at the door heavily and the two look over, as if they can see through it to the culprit.

“You two better not be fucking in there,” Quinn shouts. The two let out hushed laughter, being quiet to worry the girl. “If you two are having sex on my bed I will throw up.”

“One second!” Winnie shouts. She rushes over to her discarded purse, grabbing her lipstick out and motioning for Ethan to lean down.

“What are you--” he whispers, but then the pigment is being rubbed on his lips. She grabs a tissue from Quinn’s nightstand, rubbing the red around his lips to smudge it and doing the same to herself.

“Are you guys actually having sex on my bed?” Quinn exclaims, her voice a little higher now. The doorknob rattles as Winnie looks over her work on Ethan’s lips. She perks up as an idea comes to mind.

“May I, uh,” she pauses, trying to find a nicer way to ask, “Can I kiss your neck?”

Ethan’s eyes widen, taken aback by the question. He quickly forces a calm demeanor that isn’t fooling anyone, nodding and leaning his head to the side. The girl presses messy and quick kisses to his neck, leaving a mix of smudges and clear kiss marks. 

She discards the messy lipstick tissue into her bag and grabs his hand, leading him out the door. Quinn’s eyes widen as she looks between the two. Her mouth falls open a little and she stutters, mouth opening and closing.

“Chad, your friends had sex in my bed!” Quinn exclaims, marching over to the living room. Winnie and Ethan follow behind closely, earning widened eyes from Mindy and Anika. Winnie shakes her head and rolls her eyes to signal it was fake, and the other girls nod, but continue to play along. The three continue through the house, making their way to Tara’s room. “You two better tell your frien-- Oh,” Quinn says, surprised when she sees the proximity of Tara and Chad. Winnie and Ethan widen their eyes, then smile at each other. “Did I cock-block you?”

“What did you just say?” Tara asks.

“I cock-blocked you,” Quinn says.

“No,” Chad says, still not looking at the doorway.

“I cock-blocked you, didn’t I?” Quinn asks.

“Immediate no.”

“Please stop saying the word cock,” Chad says, finally looking up. He quickly looks away from Quinn, his gaze falling on Winnie and Ethan. Their fingers are still intertwined, both of them covered in red lipstick. Winnie shakes her head, but Chad ignores it. He says a quick goodbye to Tara, walking out and towards the pair. Winnie squeals, pulling Ethan to run across the home. They make it to the living room and Winnie puts Ethan behind her.

“Chad it’s a joke,” she says, “No killing my friend, please.”

“I’ll kill him if I want--”

“Murder has struck two students from Blackmore University…”

The announcement grasps the attention of everyone in the room. All five teens perk up, looking at the TV. Mindy and Anika scramble for the remote, while the other three stand there for a second, too in shock to react.

“Go get Sam,” Winnie says. She looks up at Chad, “Sam! Now! Go!”

“Right, yeah,” Chad says, walking towards the door.

“Tara!” Winnie calls, making her way over and swinging the door open.

“What?” Tara asks, looking up from her phone with faux-annoyance. She observes the fear on her friend’s face, and the playful negativity wipes away, worry taking its place. “What?”

“News,” Winnie says. Tara immediately shoots up, both making their way to the living room. They watch the announcement in horror, Sam joining the group at some point.

“Jason Carvey and Greg Bruckner.”

“Holy shit, that’s that chode from our Film Studies class! The one obsessed with Argento,” Mindy says. Winnie sighs, squeezing Ethan’s hand tighter for a second.

“...various Ghostface costumes, a character popularized by the Stab movie franchise.”

The group falls quiet for a moment, all looking at one another when the familiar name is mentioned.

“No,” Winnie cries quietly, trying to push herself further against Ethan. 

“Pack a bag. We leave in ten,” Sam says. A small argument ensues between the sisters as Chad kicks out ‘cute guy.’

“Are you okay?” Ethan asks quietly. She turns around in his lap, her legs now on the side of him. She twists her body the rest of the way to face him. That’s when he sees the tears slowly rolling down her cheeks, dragging some of the black mascara down with it. Her lip quivers for a second and Ethan feels lost for a second, unsure of what to do.

“I can’t do this again,” she whispers, shaking her head. Ethan nods, pulling her into a hug -- the only thing he really can do. Mindy shoots him a suspicious glare, but doesn’t interfere with the moment. She cries into him for a minute, pulling away to wipe at her tears as she steadies her breathing.

“You three, back me up here,” Sam says, looking at the other ex-Woodsboro residents.

“It is a little bit…” Chad starts.

“Close to home,” Mindy finishes.

“Yeah, Tara,” Winnie shakes her head.

“That doesn’t count, Winnie thought the maintenance man was gonna kill her the other day,” Tara says.

“Chad and Mindy still agree that this is not a coincidence, Tara,” Sam says. Tara turns to Quinn, asking for help from her dad. She gets on her phone immediately, announcing that she’s calling him. Simultaneously, Sam’s phone begins ringing from the table. Everyone jumps a little, and Winnie hides herself in Ethan’s neck.

“Who is it?” Tara asks. Sam doesn’t answer her question, instead hitting the decline button. 

“Why did everyone just freak out when her phone rang?” Ethan asks.

“You gotta keep up, my dude,” Anika says, “If Pooh bear can read the situation, you should be able to too.”

Winnie pulls away from him, “Can you walk me home? I don’t want to go alone.”

“Yeah,” Ethan nods, “Let’s go.”

The two gather their belongings and say their goodbyes. Chad and Mindy watch them carefully as they leave, peering out the window until they’re no longer in sight. Once they’ve created some distance between them and the building, Winnie reaches for Ethan’s hand.

“I’m really scared, Ethan,” she admits.

“I know.”

“I can’t go through this again. I barely survived the first time. I can’t… I can’t.” Her final words are said through a sob, the emotion shaking her entire body. She stops where she’s standing, hiding her face behind one arm. Ethan does the only thing he can, again, and pulls her into him.

“Hey, listen to me,” he says, squeezing her body close to his. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

“You don’t get it Ethan,” she says, crying harder, “It doesn’t matter that you say that! If Ghostface wants to kill me they will. They won’t stop till-- Till they’re dead or till they win.”

“Look at me,” Ethan says. He puts some space between their bodies, but keeps his hold on her arms. She looks at him through her tear-filled eyes. He holds her gaze for a moment, the quiet blanketing the moment. “I’m not gonna let anything happen to you.”

[fatalitysficbakery]

𓆰♡︎𓆪 NEVER Trust The Love Interest. —

Samantha Carpenter x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst | fluff | SMUT.

warnings: listen to 'What a wonderful world' by Louis Armstrong while reading, ghostface!sam, sub!sam, soft dom!y/n, praise, oral (reader giving), slight!fingering, soft ‘reuinited’ smut, sub worship.

synopsis: legacies make franchises.

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❦ ⌫ ❦

An unsettling silence plagued the halls, so quiet you could hear a mouse squeak, but who could blame anyone in the complex for leaving after what had happened in only two weeks.

Nobody wanted to believe it was happening again until the bodies in the morgue began to pile up, and the first mask was found next to the third victim, it was almost a taunt. No...A greeting.

Ghostface was back in business.

The Carpenter sisters were on immediate alert, but it didn't take long for someone to throw a big party, the perfect opportunity for new victims, and for some unknown fucking reason no one seemed to be concerned with the outcome that Samantha and Tara could sense a mile away like clockwork.

Tara stayed home, luckily. But that's not who Sam was worrying about right now as her phone went to voicemail for the 20th time that night, Sam was quick to grab her keys. There were many ways this could go south but with her being radio silent? Sam couldn't care less about the consequences than the idiots that had willingly gone despite the risks. On her way out the door, she texts Chad, Tara, and Mindy to warn them of her whereabouts, gun holstered and knife in her boots.

Never too armed. There was a mace and taser in her purse for backup.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

The scene was a bloodbath, the moment you entered the place there were bodies and puddles of red as far as the eye could see and Samantha was quick to unholster the gun resting on her hip, there wasn't a lot she was afraid of anymore, hell blood had become so normal to her, she stepped over the bodies like they weren't there.

If anything everything in sight had become invisible to her eyes, her thoughts solely on the one person she was hellbent on saving, on protecting. Nearing the staircase, she hears distant voices, and murmurs.

'C'mon, Y/n. Not today.'

Rounding the corner, her heart nearly beat out of her chest when the voices only got louder just for to realize.

'I see trees of green, red roses too..'

She grunts a hiss of air out when her eyes land on an old stereo. With her jaw set, she pushes on, determination filling her gaze like it had only done when Tara was the one who needed her protection. Her head cocking slightly to the side when a new gaze meets hers; pointing the gun directly between the males eyes, she crouches next to the figure.

"Travis. Where's Y/n?" She asked quietly, the sight of her bestfriends boyfriend hidden in the same room she'd gone into putting her on high alert. There was blood on his collar. She scoffs when he doesn't answer. "Trav, c'mon. I need to find her. Keep her safe, that's what you want, no?"

Travis trembles from his spot on the floor, and Sam spots a puddle forming beneath him. The empathy in her eyes left just as fast as it had come, eyes moving down his neck to his hands; Bloodied.

Sam clicks her tongue, standing up from her spot next to him.

"Or at least, that's...that's what you should want, Travis. I mean look at you, lying in wait while your girlfriend gets possibly murdered. Jesus...That's cold-hearted."

Travis squirms from his spot on the floor, eyes frantic and body trembling like a fish out of water. Samantha just watches as he grows more inconsolable, attention on him only diverting when she turns to find a cloaked figure.

Stu's mask on their face.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

Samantha barely manages to dodge the knife aiming for her abdomen, stepping out of the way at the last minute, her movements fluid and clean as she does like it's a choreographed dance she'd obsessively learned the steps to.

Her strangely calm demeanor shifts slightly when she looks back at Travis, who only seems...confused.

"You really are a little bitch, Travis. That's what's sad. You date a close friend of a Carpenter sister...but you never thought twice, did you? Don’t you know the rules?"

Holstering her gun, she sighed and kneeled down next to the bed while the cloaked killer worked on dragging Travis to the middle of the room, both his kneecaps had been shot out, rendering the poor thing immobile and utterly useless.

Her fingers brushed against the mask, a shudder running down her spine at the feel of sheer power beneath her thumbs, a legacy she was tired of running from, one she'd been so desperate to get rid of. One that she was now even more hellbent and desperate on keeping alive.

'Do it, Sam. Put it on. You've earned this' Billy's voice plays in her head like an echoing cave, and with every fear the old Samantha held in her heart of hearts...She uses it to drive her; Billy's knife in her boot and his mask in her hand.

Her lips quiver the moment she bites the bullet and puts it on again, this time...to be used as her father intended it to.

'Atta girl, Sammy. Now. Do me proud, kid. Flood this fucking town RED!'

"Sam."

A voice cuts through the hallucinations, snapping Sam out of her stupor, she looks up at the cloaked figure standing over Travis, nodding to herself; a confirmation to herself that there was no going back after this. Standing up, she takes her spot next to the person in Stu's mask, cutting on the voice changer, she feels a spark traveling down her spine, breathing it all in.

Samantha Carpenter meets Samantha Loomis.

"There are rules, Travis. And you broke one of the biggest. Now the sad thing is...I can see it in your eyes. Shifty. Maybe I was wrong, maybe you do wanna save Y/n. Is that what you want? To save her?"

The tears that gathered in his eyes bring a smile to Samantha's face from underneath her mask, neck craning to the side, her eyes meeting her partners just as Travis finally whimpers out a pathetic pleading "Yes".

"You wanna tell him? You do the honors."

Stepping back, Samantha allows them to the front, their voice disguised as well when speaking, a crackling robotic tone sounding through. "It'd be my pleasure. I've really been waiting all night for this."

Dragging his body to a sitting position, they go to lock the door, the radio being turned up just a tad louder to drown out the incessant whimpering, squatted beside him now, they slowly begin removing the plastic Halloween mask.

Travis's eyes widen the moment he's aware of what's underneath.

The tears, oh how they freely fall down the apples of his cheeks.

❦ ⌫ ❦

The radio, it repeats, and it repeats, keeping time with his rapid heartbeats. She straddles his lap, knife grazing his skin, forcing him to look in his eyes.

The tears, oh how they freely fall down the apples of his cheeks.

'I see trees of green, red roses too...I see them bloom for...'

"Y/n." He breathes out shakily.

'Me and you.'

With the voice changer resting underneath her lips, her knife, she nods, pulling a gun. Stu's berretta, from her pocket, whistling quietly.

"And I think to myself..." She leans in closer, a soft smirk curving onto her lips, "What a wonderful world. Hi baby. You know what this is right? Don't worry, I'm not gonna hurt you. We're just talking, right? Just talking. Don't cry."

Samantha's jaw sets watching the scene, her body itching for a kill. Specifically this one.

"What is this? Huh?" She repeats, waving the beretta at him like a nice greeting, or in this case, maybe a solemn goodbye.

"The...The gun you shot me with? I-I don't know, Y/n please...W-why?"

"I'm getting there. Patience. I mean, you're not wrong. I did shoot you with it, but you know...I also shot that bitch you were cheating with. Junie? Her favorite scary movie was weak. The nun. Ugh. No. This? is Stu Macher's gun."

"J-junie's dead?"

"As a bitch, Travis. As a fucking bitch. You know, Sammy's right. You did break a rule. Two actually."

"One, you cheated and told Mindy of all people. My sister, really? You never could handle your fucking liquor." Rising up, she points the gun at his thigh and pulls the trigger, relishing the way his screams align with the music. "You trusted the love interest. Sammy?"

'I see skies of blue and clouds of white...'

On cue, Samantha walks ahead of Y/n, kissing her cheek as she does so, Billy's knife tightly gripped in her hand.

'The bright blessed day...The dark sacred night...'

"I guess you're even, Trav. I mean, she was cheating on you too. Bestfriend? You could say we're close. The only problem is..." Samantha drops down into his lap, but there's nothing erotic about the plans she has for him, her knife to his neck; she removes the old mask, a shit-eating grin on her face, "Only one of you cheated with a goddamned Loomis."

'And I think to myself...'

Without a second word, his throat is slit, and she blacks out. His body riddled with stab wounds when it was all over she could hear Y/n's heeled boots against the floor, looking back to see Stu's berretta pointed at Travis's head though he'd taken his last breath seconds before; smoothly Samantha rolled out of the way, allowing Y/n to deliver a swift shot to the head.

'What a wonderful world...'

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

After all was said and done, Y/n leaned her forehead against Samantha's taking a deep breath at the next steps, her eyes staring deeply into hers, "I'm ready."

"Baby, we...we don't gotta." Sam reasons, but she shakes her head, a bittersweet smile spread across her cheeks, she whispers to Sam, eyes glossed over with tears. "I won't die. I'll be fine. It's for you, I'll do it for you."

"Are you sure? Completely?"

"Completely."

There's a replica knife, one of Billy's that Y/n had crafted herself, one she'd stabbed Junie with before shooting her, one she'd stabbed Samantha's ex-boyfriend with, and you know the people that came to the party, it was easy to do so when not many dared to arrive due to the restart of the killings and being the only one with a gun helped too, of course.

She passes it into Samantha's gloved hand.

"Do it. And after you do it, I need you to go. Okay? Go, and don't call me. I will call you. Understood?"

"Understood." Samantha takes a deep breath. It had been all too effortless to kill Travis, to kill Gale but the thought of hurting you only slightly was one she hated.

"Now, Sam, NO- AH, FUCK!" As soon as Y/n cries out, she's pulled into Samantha's arms, careful to mind the abdomen wound she'd just given her girlfriend, shushing the poor thing.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry...Shh. Shh, I got you."

As much as Y/n wants to hold on tighter, she just whispers one word in Samantha's ear, sliding off her cloak and handing it to Samantha to get rid of. "Go."

Samantha nodded, pecking Y/n's lips before grabbing the cloak and ducking out of the backdoor they stood by, leaving Y/n to call the police, though she didn't know just how far Y/n would go to protect her until she heard a pained yell inside and a gunshot and as if she could sense Sam's concern, another "GO" is yelled out from inside.

Sam goes.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

"She's gone, Sam. She's gone. There's no true love for a Loomis, remember your true love. Pick up the knife, Sammy." His voice grows increasingly aggressive, brows knitted together waving the infamous dagger in front of my face, like bone to dog and it almost physically hurts to not reach my hands out, wrap my fingers around the handle -- Let the electricity liven me.

Her being mentioned is the only thing that breaks my attention away, and I can see his face fall into something blank when he realizes I wasn't budging on my stance, it isn't until I wake up with a jolt, looking at the clock and very predictably my phone, itching to see if she'd called or messaged.

She hadn't.

It wasn't until that afternoon that I heard from her, waiting with bated breaths to see if she was still breathing, if we'd gone too far and she was a part of the carnage, the gunshot still rang fresh as day in my head, her voice the only thing to cut through the thoughts, through my father's taunting. I could hear him now, there was no love to be truly had regarding what we were, but I refused to let him be right. Not when it came to her.

"Spare key. Earth to my beautiful girlfriend?"

I think my jaw goes slack, my lips slightly parting themselves and I'm almost in denial. I'd almost let my father ruin love for me, and though I hadn't budged, that moment of dread I felt when I considered the possibility of her having died ran so deeply that it was almost like seeing a ghost when she's finally within a foot or two in front of me, that familiar cheeky smile stretching from ear to ear.

God, she's as beautiful as I remember and though it's only been a mere half a day apart I find myself scanning her from head to toe, analyzing and trying to scope out if any of the little details that she was made up of had changed; To my relief, the only things out of place are the stab wound near her side, and the cast on her wrist which must've been the beretta's doing.

Other than that...It was her, it was my lady that stood in front of me.

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"Oh thank fuck. You're alive." Samantha's hands find my waist so naturally it feels like it's instinct for her, to pull me into an embrace without the slightest thought to it. I can feel her body shudder, eyes pricking with tears; She squeezes me so tight I have to tap her a few times to let her know her hold is a bit too strong, and even then she seems reluctant, as if I've just dealt her a...disrespectful request.

"Not for long if you keep squeezing me like this, sweetheart. I shot myself in the arm, hit nothin' vital. Again there's nothing I wouldn't do to see you get out of this without being caught. Best damn Ghostface there ever was. Y'know that right?" I can't stop staring, though I'd never been able to, not since we'd been friends. Sleepovers almost always ended with us talking about everything and nothing while staring into one another's eyes until the moon made way for the sun.

She nods, but I can tell she's wary and I take no time to bring her into my arms, brushing her hair from her face, a small whisper of a "Hey" spoken through the silence to hush her worries. "I'm alive, okay? Wouldn't leave my favorite girl alone."

"You could've been seriously hurt." Sam nuzzles herself against me, arms gripping around my waist protectively as if she thought I might disappear into thin air.

"But I didn't and if I did? It would've been damn worth it, I don't regret a damn thing." I'm sure of this, I know it to be true. I bring my hand up to her cheek, keeping it there until I'm sure she trusts that it's real, that she's real. I hear her chuckle but there's zero humor behind the sound, it breaks my heart to see her so scared when she whimpers, letting go and allowing herself to be picked up and carried upstairs to her bedroom relenting like she'd never hesitated.

We climb the stairs in a comfortable yet tense silence, making our way to Sam's bedroom. I push the door open with my foot and gently kick it closed all the same.

"Do you trust me?" I ask, sitting her on the bed and coming to take place between her legs, hands cupping her face. I tilt her chin up to look directly into her chocolate-brown gaze.

It's a brief moment before I hear her voice again, I forget myself within one smooth motion, my right hand moving to her lips and a kiss pressed upon the back and if that isn't enough, her words press their own soft kisses to my ears. "I think you might be the only one aside from my sister that I trust right now, Y/n."

Lying her back on the bed, I feel myself aching in ways no one has ever made me ache and I hadn't even touched her yet. She was just that good. I chased the high every time. "Then let me take care of you."

Standing over her, I reached for the hem of her shorts, only hesitating on my movements just to gauge her reactions and make sure this was okay. She had this look that could get her anything she ever wanted and when she flashed it at me I knew to do exactly that.

Those pretty little eyes of hers, she gave me that stare and I was turned a slave for her love, she had me in only one night and she still had me now.

She was always so reluctant to be vulnerable, to allow herself something so human. No one could blame her, she'd gone through a lot to get here. I see it in her though. That fighter. — She still deserved to let those defenses down every now and then and I was more than honored that I'd become trusted with such realities in which Sam just got to be Sam.

"I gotta hear you before I go any further, baby. Speak up for me?"

The poor thing's words must've been caught in her throat for a second or two but I allowed her the chance to gather herself before my lips were on her inner thigh, I swear I did but I know that if I were a lesser woman my self-control would've been stripped the before she uttered a damn word. "Just...touch me."

Now that I didn't need to be told twice.

I think one of the most fascinating things about Samantha is her power to seduce and addict, and she had me absolutely sprung. My lips ghost over her thighs before actually meeting the skin. Call me slow but I loved seeing her reactions and keeping myself between her legs at all times, letting her know how appreciated she truly was.

She looks down at me, her abs taut as I bring up the tank top she's wearing, exposing her muscled physique to my hungry eyes. That dark hooded stare is intense on me, and it's a damn shame she has to work tomorrow. I'd be here all night if I could.

My lips had wandered everywhere, neglecting Samantha and themselves while straying away from its intended target until finally, we'd both had enough. She lets out a frustrated whine and I'm too far gone to keep denying myself so I settle our collective woes when I wrap my lips around her bud, her body flinching only to end up running further into my tongue. One hand gripping her thigh in a firm hold.

I bury myself within the temple that is Samantha Carpenter's body, her slick coating my lips, my cheeks, my nose. Drowning in the scent and taste of her all I feel is a simple man's greed. Right now I am that simple man, and I have only one thing on my mind.

Making her sing. I always told her she had a beautiful voice.

Her moans egg me on, legs hoisted up on my shoulders. Her gaze is still locked in on me heavy, and when I pull away for air I can see a small hint of disappointment. "You seem disappointed. Have I disappointed you, my love? Don't be afraid. Speak your mind."

"You're an assho-" I shush her with my lips, giving her a taste of the liquid heaven that rests between her thighs, a moan slips out of those beautiful lips and the sound gets me high. I pull back, my mind back in that simple man's place as I lower myself back between her thighs. My tongue finds her slit and runs the length, revelling in the way she shudders each time.

Once upon a time, I told her my favorite thing was making out with her. I didn't clarify that I meant that in every sense of the word my mouth engaged in a heated makeout session with Sam's cunt. I'm not ashamed to admit it but after the night I had that ended with my arm in a sling, this felt like a reward. I'd gotten to the finish line. My prize was in front of me, and I was happy to take it. More than.

It wasn't long before I recognized those telltale signs that meant she was close to climax. The way her eyebrows knitted and she bit down on her lip harshly trying not to show just how good she was feeling, as she attempted to keep some semblance of that signature Samantha stubbornness; She failed miserably again and again. It was amusing to watch, and I was more than willing to...but granting her the serenity of hiding in the end was something that was completely off the table.

I let two of my fingers graze the edge of her hole, eyeing her reaction when I plunge the two deeply into her pretty pussy. If I wasn't so occupied I think I could've smirked a little.

The reaction this garner is as precious as it is delicious. Her legs squeezed themselves around my neck, her hands gripping the sheets and her back arched, eyes squeezed shut as her orgasm wracked through her body.

Her taste is something I couldn't quit if I tried, and I had no intention to. No, in fact, I locked my lips around her, fingers pumping in and out with her cum coating my tongue. Every little drip came from paradise and god was it heavenly.

And listen to that melody in which she sings my name.

"Y/n...B-baby, I can't-"

Fucking beautiful.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

"Do you think we could ever live a normal life?" She asks while her girlfriend lathers her hair up with shampoo, sitting behind her in the clawfoot bathtub. She can still see flashes of the carnage they left behind and she wonders just how much of her father she'd absorbed from the real-life cases to the movies her friends liked to binge repeatedly, and now she was continuing his legacy. A killer.

Y/n can practically see the overthinking inner battle Sam is having, and she immediately stops her movements. She pulls her in, one arm wrapped securely around her waist and the other tilting her head up to face her. She presses a brief but sweet, gentle kiss to her lips. Her forehead is against Sam's when they pull away.

"I'm gonna be honest, my love. I don't know. But what I do know is that I'm damn well gonna fight for one for us. Do you hear me? I want you to fight too. I...need you to fight too."

Her voice cracks on her last words until she feels two hands grabbing hers. Sam's eyes move over her and it's like she's falling in love with her girlfriend all over again. "Hey. I never said I was giving up."

Y/n stops in her tracks, taking a deep breath and nodding in agreement. "You didn't..."

Sam shakes her head, a smile slowly crawling onto her lips. She leans in to kiss Y/n again, head back against hers. "I didn't."

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎

A/N: Listened to Fiona Apple and Cowboy Carter high while I wrote this. 10/10 would recommend.

[hardbeingcasual]

hiii ! this is a req for ethan landry! a super sweet reader who's best friends with ethan but introduces her friend to ethan but the friend falls for him & ethan obviously wants the reader but reader gets all insecure & then they confess ? love ur writing btw <3

at the end of the day, ethan landry

warnings: angst ??? if you’d even call it that, but fluff in the end, mentions of y/n, jealousy

thank you so much anon for your request and your kind words <3 , ps ghostface doesn’t exist in this story !!! the friend is kinda like an oc but she’s irrelevant ,whatever !

♪ at the end of the day by wallows / masterlist

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The bright lights from the party you were attending slowly started to mess with your mind, along with the amount of alcohol you had drank tonight. You were fighting the urge to leave, but Ethan hadn’t even shown up yet. He said he would, and you know he will.

You were starting to get sick of your friends company, all she did was try to shove drink down your throat and try to matchmake you with random guys, who definitely were not your type.

Eventually, the boy you were waiting on finally showed up, his hair was a mess and he was sweating like he ran there.

He spots you sat alone on the couch, staring at the liquid in your cup as it swirls around in the red plastic.

“Y/N, I am so sorry.” The apologies stumbling out his mouth were rushed.

You shrugged as it were nothing, “Its alright, let’s have fun shall we?”

Ethan nods as he motions for you to grab his hand so he can pull you up off the comforter. “Have you been here alone the whole night?” His tone was dipped in concern and guilt.

“No, I had my friend, don’t know where she is now, though.” You answer, hand still in Ethans as you drag him to the drink table.

You hear your name being shouted from the big crowd, your eyes roll as you recognise the voice, “Speak of the devil,” You say, making Ethan raise an eyebrow as he sees a blonde girl walk towards you both, but it was more like a wobble, as she was totally drunk. She bumped into a few people as she made her way towards you.

“Hey, Cynthia.” You greet, in a less enthusiastic way.

Her eyes dart to Ethan, looking him up and down, “Who’s this?”

“Cynthia, Ethan, Ethan, Cynthia.” You introduce them, suddenly feeling awkward with Cynthias stare.

“Ah, so this is the famous Ethan?” She smirks, eying you both.

Ethans head whips to you at the blondes words, “You speak about me?” He asked, flattered.

You shrug, “Sometimes.” You mumble, suddenly finding interest in your shoes.

“Let me get you guys a drink!” Cynthia insists.

“I’m okay.” You tell her, making her turn to Ethan.

“Me too, I have Econ tomorrow.”

Cynthia rolls her eyes, “You guys are lame.” Her eyes shift to Ethan, “Hey, Ethan, we should dance!” Before the boy could get a word in she drags him to the dance floor.

You stare at them go, Ethan turning back to you, an innocent look on his face, you would’ve found it funny if you were in the mood, but you were tired and just wanted to go home at this point.

You were sat on the same couch as earlier, again. Bored out of your mind. Cynthia had completely stolen Ethan from you, after you waited so long for him to even appear.

You got up from your position, making your way out the door, not noticing Ethan watch you leave from his spot where he was awkwardly dancing with Cynthia against his will.

He excuses himself from the girl, ducking under her arms that were weirdly placed on his shoulders, making his way after you.

He sees your retreating figure in the distance, making him jog a little to catch up to you. He shouts your name, “Wait!” He eventually does catch up, bending over with his hands on his knees, catching his breath.

He looks up from the ground to see your confused expression, He stood up straight now, putting his hands on both of your arms, “Are you okay?”

You nod, “Yeah. Sorry, I was getting tired.” You tell him, swallowing down the regret as you and Ethan held eye contact.

“Sorry, for leaving you, she sorta just — dragged me.”

You snort, “Yeah, she does that. She has no care. I wish I was like that.” You didn’t know if it was the alcohol talking or true honesty, but you haven’t had any alcohol in like two hours and you felt a little bit sober than earlier.

“Look, Ethan.” You sigh as hesitation takes over your words, you swallow your nerves as you look up to the boy, who was obviously taller. “I really like you.” You confess, your eyes watering a little. Which was random, why are they watering? Who knows.

Ethan was speechless, you suddenly felt embarrassed that you’d even say that. You probably just ruined everything. “I’m sorry, thats stupid, pretend it never happened —” Before you could get another word out Ethans hands were on both sides of your face, his lips were on yours in an instant, the kiss was slow and steady. On of your hands was on his cheek, the other at the back of his head, trailing it along his curls.

If it was any other time you would be embarrassed that you were kissing in the middle of the street, but right now you didn’t care.

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tags @larccroft @bisexuabed (lmk if you want added)

[madeofcc]

2023 Top ♥

Tagged by @someone-elsa and @shesthespinstersimmer ♥ Thanks a lot !

I didn't remember doing all that this year !

Thanks a lot to everyone who's been following me through this journey. 2023 was one of the worst year of my life but also one of the best weirdly so let's hope 2024 will be better for everyone ♥

below the cut I'll put the link and explanations for each edit

1/ The Moonlight/Moonwood Tales concept : Based on the lore that came with the werewolves pack, I imagined a story that would explain everything between the werewolves, vampires and spellcasters. I actually prepared a plan for season 1 ... Maybe I'll post it next year ?

2/ The stories I planned for this year but so far, only Melodia is still going. DH3 will start next year sadly and Another Side has been cancelled because of lack of time and a bad computer.

3/ Aïssa in the city : a special photoshoot/lookbook with some items I love and also a small interview including infos about DH2 and 3. It's also a way for me to show more about Aïssa's modeling life. The title is also a reference to the upcoming spin-off about her ...

4/ The DH3 women and the DH3 gang because I want you to love them when the story will start !

5/ The EDGEWAVE fest organised by @aniraklova ♥ It surely was my favourite event this year ! What an awesome idea it was and a lot of people did amazing stuff during 2 weeks ! You saved our summer for sure ! I used Candy Bher as a reference to Another Side and MOON who's a character in DH3 ...

6/ Toxic Don ! A potential new Another Side story I've been thinking about years now ... It would be fun !

7/ The Ghostface DH3 edits : It's a reference to DH3 and Scream of course; the plot will be a tribute to Wes Craven actually !

8/ The Melodia musical video part : it actually was awesome and fun to create but it took me an entire month just for this little video. I decided to stick to a more boring regular way to post this story. I also don't have a lot of readers so far so I guess they will forgive me. I still see it as one of my biggest achievement here though so check it if you can ^^ I love how the episode turns into a musical movie

9/ @windbrook's Slashed Challenge : it was one of my favourite CAS challenge of all time ^^ I'm a huge slasher fan ! It was perfect for simblreen and people created awesome characters and stories !

10/ A makeover of the Three Sages that comes with Realm of Magic : Ana Mae is actually an original OCs, they all should appear in DH4 and 5 ... Morgyn should be very important in DH4 actually ...

11/ URBZ Mag DH3 edition ! Get the girls part here and the boys part there ♥ I love doing fake interviews and mag covers ! Sorry not sorry

12/ Valentines day ♥ My favourite is the one with the Destiny, Leïla and Aïssa because it's funny and feminist, what this trio is together ! They surely had a great night that day, it's also supposed to happen after Melodia so ...

13 / Franck and Madame Sophie : the first drag sims I create ! I wanted one for the Aïssa spin-off so I guess it will be them :)

14/ Recent edits I like : Maria Perron for @birdietrait's coven (I love her and I'd love to make a little story about her) / An other Another Side new idea focused on Venessa Jeong / Destiny's last portrait for the ocs associations

15/ My favourite gif coming from Another Side Episode 1 : I think it's the best ending for this episode as it shows all the plots and times together. Everytime I see it I want to get back to the story ...

Tagging @trippisimmies @badwoohoo @bobnewbie @uwutrait @frzr-bunny @windbrook @eslanes @budgie2budgie @nefarrilou @kashisun @birdietrait @castawavy @agena87 @fangs-trait @peonypyxels @barbieaiden @void-imp @ladybugsimblr @xldkx @nilonne @bakersimmer @whyhellosims @mangosimoothie @djservo @sea-cross @surely-sims @hufflepuff-sim @aniraklova @therichantsim @wolfavens @cinamun @alelelesimz @moontaart @pralinesims @cyberth0t @squea @helloavocadooo @cross-design @rebouks @crazy-lazy-elder-sims and anyone else who'd like to join ♥ feel free to tag me or ignore this as well ^^ (Also, check out these blogs, they're all great !)

[hunterssm00n]

Ready or Not

"Are you... one of my friends playing a prank on me?" It had to be. She didn't know where any of her friends would have gotten the Ghostface voice-changer, or why they would have even wanted to do such a thing.

The voice on the other end of the phone huffed out a laugh, and those same tingles went down her spine once again.

"No, but I'd like to be your friend." | Ghostface/OC |

part 1 of 2

also on ao3: here

*cw includes explicit sexual content, unspecified male Ghostface, dirty talk, dub-con, stalking, breaking and entering, criminal behavior, explicit language, praise kink, serial killer behavior, and voice kink*

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hunterssm00n © All rights reserved by me. I do not allow this work to be used or adapted in any way without my permission.

Ready or not / here I come / you can't hide / I'm gonna find you...

It always begins the same, doesn't it? Young, cute woman, home alone, watching a scary movie and making a snack...

When suddenly, out of nowhere, the phone rings.

It's after eight - who could be calling at such an hour?

The number doesn't come up on caller ID; the name reads unknown. Could it be any more ominous?

It rings, and rings, and ri-

"You could just, like, not answer," Kailey said out loud to herself, shaking her head of long, dark hair at the TV screen for what seemed like the fiftieth time. The young woman on the screen paid her no mind - the dumb bitch never did - as she tearfully answered the phone once again to plead with the killer to leave her alone; to please stop calling. Kailey sighed, taking a sip of her vanilla Coke as she leaned back on the couch. She'd seen this movie about a hundred times, and she still was amazed at how dumb some of the characters were. The outcome was always the same, no matter how much she tried to warn them to Don't answer it! Look behind you! For fuck's sake, don't hide under the bed! And no matter how many times she knew she was just talking aloud to an empty room and her TV screen, she still continued to do it.

Regardless of her annoyance about the unwise decisions some people make during horror movies, she genuinely loved watching them. Her friends and family thought it was weird that she enjoyed horror movies so much, but she didn't really care what other people thought of her. Movies were her escape, and she always felt at peace when watching her favorites. 

The young woman on the screen was now running away from her patio window after a chair had been thrown through it, her tear streaked face pulled into a grimace as she ran wildly down the hallway away from the killer. Kailey found herself wondering, not for the first time, what she would do in that situation. Would she hang up and call the police? Hide? Escape the house? Honestly, she liked to think that she'd grab the biggest fucking knife she could find in the cupboard and stand her ground. Though she was slim and athletic, and barely reached five foot six, she knew she could put up a fight if she needed to. But maybe escaping the house and running to her car would be the safest, smartest option. Who knew, though. Thinking about it didn't harm anyone, though; one couldn't be too prepared. But one definitely could be unprepared. 

She was taking another sip of her Coke when her phone rang suddenly, scaring the daylights out of her and nearly making her drop the can and spill the addictive, sugary liquid all over the place. Wiping her mouth, heart pounding in her chest from the suddenness of it, she laughed to herself at the irony of the situation: here she was, watching a scary movie, alone in her home at night, and then, dun dun dunnn, her own phone rings in real life. Rolling her eyes, Kailey said out loud, "Ooh, spooky," and made a mental note to not answer the phone. But the more it rang, the more she wondered if maybe she should. If someone was calling her landline at eight fourteen at night, it could be important. Her cell was charging in the other room- maybe whoever it was had tried to reach her on there first, and when she didn't pick up, they called her home phone. Ugh, it better not be work. She decided to just let it go to voicemail- if it was something emergent, she would pick up... unless it was work. Then she would pretend she had fallen asleep early. 

Her plan failed, however, when she heard the telltale beeping of the answering machine that signaled the mailbox was full. "Shit." she muttered, leaning over the arm of the couch to look at the grey and black box, as though willing for it to share its secrets with her. It didn't help that her landline didn't have caller ID like most people's did- it was older, but since it still worked, she couldn't justify buying a new one. This was why she'd been counting on the answering machine picking up and being able to tell that way, instead.

Stop being a little bitch - man up and just answer the phone. If it's not anything important you can just hang up. Besides, who the hell else would be calling at this time of night anyways besides work or family? 

Before she got the chance to pick up, the answering machine hung up on the caller. For a moment she dumbly stared at the phone and the answering machine, and then she shrugged and turned back towards the slasher film that was still playing. The girl on the screen was now being chased by the killer, his long, black cloak flying out behind him as he ran after her, gleaming knife raised high in the air.

It was at this moment that the phone rang again, and this time Kailey leaned over towards the end table and picked the cordless, white handheld up off of the stand. If they were calling back so soon, it had to be something important. Maybe it was her mother. And since she hadn't answered the first time her mom, if it was in fact her, was probably wondering if she had fallen and cracked her head in the clawfoot bathtub; or if she had finally decided that going to bed at eight o clock in the evening was not, in fact, too early. As if. 

Without thinking any more about it, she reached over and answered the phone. "Hello?" 

"Hello, Kail." 

The voice startled her, and it wasn't any she'd been expecting; not the voice of her mother, or of her boss wanting her to come into work. It was a man's voice; low and pleasant, almost a purr, with a hint of a rasp to it. Come to think of it, it sounded a hell of a lot like- "Um, hi. Who is this?" she asked, equally pleasant but also wary. A bill collector wouldn't have greeted her like that - definitely not. It had to be someone who knew her; knew her voice. And only people that were close to her called her Kail - most called her Kailey. And she didn't have many close friends, and definitely none that were guys. Guys wanted to get in her pants, not be her friend. With her long, dark hair, large dark doe eyes, and her womanly athletic figure, she knew how men looked at her. And, hey, she wasn't above being a little bit of a tease.

"Just an... admirer." The voice was nice- really nice. It was an exact replica of the voice from the Stab movies, and also the Ghostface killings that tended to happen throughout the years in Woodsboro. Living there had its nightmares.

Kailey leaned back on the couch, really wishing the house phone had caller ID right about now. "An admirer, huh?" 

"Yeahh," the voice purred, and she found herself pressing the phone closer to her ear to take it in even more. It sent a chill down her spine - a good kind.

"Okay, well," She tried wracking her brain for someone, anyone, that had been super interested in her lately. Maybe someone at work - someone she talked to every day. She worked in the inventory department at the local hospital in Woodsboro, and she wasn't super friendly with any of her coworkers; they all got along, but she tended to keep to herself. Kailey was pretty observant, and no incidents stood out to her. No strange guys, no creeps following her or watching her from afar (that she'd noticed, at least). "Do I know you, Mr. Admirer?" 

"Maybe." was his reply. His voice sounded so damn amused, even only saying one word.

'Maybe'... Okay? Well, that certainly doesn't help me.

"Are you... one of my friends playing a prank on me?" It had to be. She didn't know where any of her friends would have gotten the Ghostface voice-changer, or why they would have even wanted to do such a thing. None of her friends really watched scary movies, and most of them did not know the number for her house phone. 

The voice on the other end of the phone huffed out a laugh, and those same tingles went down her spine once again. Whoever this is, their voice is sexy as fuck.

"No, but I'd like to be your friend." came the bemused reply to her question.

...Hmm, now she was really wondering who it was.

"Well," she began, smiling to herself and letting it seep into her voice, "it's kind of a weird time to ask to be my friend, on a Friday night at eight pm."

Now the voice on the other end chuckled, the sound deep and low, and cascading over her like a warm waterfall. The feeling ended with a zap straight down between her legs, and she squirmed on the couch, eyes flicking briefly to the movie she still had playing, but at this point had nearly forgotten about.

"Is there ever really a bad time to make a new friend?" he asked, and she rolled her eyes playfully, even knowing he couldn't see it.

"I guess not. So, tell me, friend, how'd you get my number?" She reached for her drink, wracking her brain on trying to figure out who this possibly could be.

"It was in the phonebook," he answered, lightly. Why did everything he said sound like he was flirting with her? And why was it so hot? 

She guessed phonebooks were still a thing (maybe for old people), but she could tell his answer was teasing, and probably not truthful. But maybe it was? It would certainly explain a lot. And it would mean that whomever this was on the other line had to at least know her name, in order to find her in the phonebook. She didn't know how many Kailey Miller's lived in Woodsboro, but it couldn't be that many. 

This speculation still wasn't getting her any closer to an actual answer, but... maybe that wasn't necessarily a bad thing. Maybe some mystery was good, and also added to the attraction she was currently feeling. 

At this particular moment, the female character in the movie she still had playing gave a particularly piercing scream, and she reached for the remote in order to turn it down. 

"Are you watching a scary movie?" he asked, and she nearly laughed once again at the irony. Here was a caller with a (sexy) voice that sounded just like Ghostface, and they randomly called her while she was watching Stab. And now they were asking her about a scary movie. What the actual hell.

"Y-Yeah," She didn't know if she should answer him, or hang up the phone, lock all the doors and windows and call the police. "I am."

"Or do you normally have hysterical, screaming victims chained up in your house?" he added playfully. 

This got a laugh out of her. "Oh, yes - you've figured out my secret. Promise you won't tell the police?" She hoped she wasn't laying the flirting on too thick - it kind of made her want to gag. Her normal idea of flirting was making sarcastic comments and inappropriate jokes. But understandably to some people, that could be pretty off-putting. So unfortunately more often than not, she found herself trying to dum things down for the sake of others around her. 

There was a pause, in which Kailey could hear him breathing on the other end of the phone, and she really wondered if she had scared him off or if he was about to hang up. But then he spoke: "I won't tell if you won't." 

The words sent a chill down her spine, and the way he managed to make something like that sound so creepy and so hot at the same time was beyond her. And maybe she was crazy, but goddamn was it sexy. She'd never felt so attracted to another human being. Ever. 

And then the power flickered in her house. 

She wondered if she’d imagined it, at first. Her house was on the outskirts of Woodboro, surrounded by trees and green, but her house hardly ever lost power since she was still technically in town. Her mother had been very adamant about making sure they remained in the town, for the sole purpose of being close to everything that necessitated being close to. Be that the school, jobs, the hospital, the drugstore, etc. and they never lost power. Her mother had long since moved out of the area to a different town, but Kailey had inherited the house, and was very proud to call it her own. Right now, however, she was questioning the choice of location.

Kailey found herself looking up at the light above, wondering if it had actually flickered, or if she was finally officially losing her mind. 

“Whatcha looking at?” 

The question didn’t quite register at first, but when it did, it felt like everything paused. She slowly reached for the remote next to her on the couch cushion and paused the movie, wondering if he’d really said what she thought he’d said - what she was certain he’d said. “What… What did you say?” 

“I said: Whatcha doin?” 

She shook her head, feeling her stomach twist uncomfortably for the first time since she’d answered the phone. “No, you didn’t.” 

Suddenly a feeling crept over her like she’d never experienced: she had never been so certain that she was being watched. And she’d also never been more aware that she was sitting in front of a clear window with her back to it. 

Cold chills washed over her like never before, and she felt like she’d been plunged into a frozen lake. Survival instincts took over, and she slowly sank down on the couch so that she was no longer visible from the window behind her - however, she could still be seen from the front door, and the side window to the left of the couch. Especially with the lights on. So naturally, maybe not the smartest thing, but her first order of business was to kill the lights. She quickly got up and ran the short distance to the front door, and flicked off the light switch, at the same time flipping the locks on the front door, as it hadn’t been locked before - but it sure as hell was now! 

She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt like this - or if she’d ever felt like this. 

“Who turned out the lights?” came the playfully sinister voice from the other side of the window. She’d nearly forgotten she was still on the phone, as silly as that sounded, for that was the whole reason for all of this current madness and fear. 

The fact that he was watching her was now quite apparent. Outside of her home was surrounded by plenty of trees and brush to hide in; lots of shadows in the dark. And aside from her porch light, there was only one street lamp outside, directly across the drive from the house. And it was inconsistent when it came to whether or not it would be working, at any given moment. Either way, as she peered out through the window that looked out across the porch, she knew that she probably wouldn't be able to tell where he was hiding. And the fact that he knew where she was, but she didn't know where he was, scared her inexplicably beyond words. 

Swallowing hard, Kailey tried to hide the tremor in her voice as she spoke into the phone, "Listen, if this is a prank, congratulations - you've had your fun. Now, now get the fuck out of here before I call the police." 

A warm, breathy chuckle followed closely after her words, and she crept back away from the window towards the couch, "This isn't a prank, Kails. You should know that." 

She shook her head in confusion, "What do you mean? I don't understand - I should know what?" She tried to wrack her brain for anything that had happened recently that would indicate that she was deserving of a 'prank' like this. Sure, she had enemies - but so did everyone. But none that she knew of that would go this far to prove a point, or any of which that knew where she lived (that she knew of, at least). And again, she really didn't think any of her friends would want to pull a Ghostface prank on her - they were all freaked out by the murders, rightfully so, and they were all pretty straight laced for the most part. The more she tried to come up with answers, the more questions she had. 

There was a pause from the other end of the phone, a brief one, while her hand felt around on the couch cushion for the TV remote, wanting to turn the movie off to eliminate that source of light as well. She was crouched on the floor, eyes nervously darting around at all the windows and the door to make sure no one was trying to break in. And then, he said: “You want this.” 

Her hand froze on the couch cushion, as did her whole body; as did her very breath. “W-What?” 

“Yeah, that’s right,” His voice was so husky and warm, and despite her fear she felt a pleasant tingling in her lower back, her heart beginning to race for a different reason. “You’ve been thinking about this for quite some time - wanting it, dreaming about it. You think nobody would ever understand. You think it’s wrong to want something so dirty. But it’s not wrong. And I understand.” 

Kailey still hadn’t managed to grab onto the remote - she was forced to listen to what he was saying with her cheeks heating, red in shame, and… something else. What was even going on? What the hell was happening to her? 

“I don’t know what you think you know,” she began, a tremor in her voice, though she tried to make it as serious and steely as possible, “but if you’re trying to scare me, good luck. It’s you who’s gonna be fucking scared if I have to come out there with my gun.” 

He chuckled again, and the hair on the back of her neck rose once again at the sound. “Oh, sweetheart, you don’t have a gun.” 

While she internally bristled at the confidence of his statement (and at the fact that he was absolutely correct), she also preened at the pet name as well as the tone of his voice. And, not that he needed to know this, but she absolutely did not have a gun. But damn, would one be helpful right about now. “As long as you leave now you won’t have to find out.” 

“Feisty girl,” he purred, and she heard some rustling in the background of his call for the first time. “I can’t wait to see how feisty you truly are.” 

“I can’t wait to see your fucking face when the cops show up and arrest your dumbass for trespassing and harassment.” She finally was able to turn off the TV when her hand found the remote. If this was a prank, it was long past the point of being funny. Now she was just plain pissed off - and scared. “I’m not kidding, asshole, you’d better leave, or else.” That fine tremor was still in her voice, and as much as she tried to project it to make her voice sound more aggressive, she could barely get it out at an audible octave. Right now all of her energy was being expended on thoughts of survival and on what to do next. 

This was probably a prank, though. It had to be… right? If she went into work on Monday and someone was going around talking about how they pranked her and ‘she was so scared, dude!’, she was gonna lose her effing mind, and heads were gonna roll. As soon as she found out which jackass from the hospital came here to terrorize her on a Friday night, she would make them regret it. But until then, she would feel safer with a weapon of some kind, and with the police alerted. They took these Ghostface pranks very seriously. 

“Why would I leave now?” the voice questioned, and she heard a noise that sent her pulse skyrocketing even higher than it already had been: footsteps on her front porch. “We’re just getting started.” 

She barely registered the telltale scrape of the mailbox cover being pulled down from against the outside wall of the house next to the front door - where the spare key to the house was kept - before she bolted out of the room with terror hot on her heels. Who was this person, and how did they know where she kept the spare key to her house? The exact spot? Granted, it wasn’t a very hard spot to find, but still. He had found it with no hesitation whatsoever - he’d had a preconceived idea of where it had been before he even came up onto the porch. That meant only one thing: whoever he was, he’d been watching her. For a while. 

And now he was coming into her house. 

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AN: I do not own the Scream franchise or any of it's characters, but Kailey is my own OC. I also do not own the song 'Ready or Not' by Razakel. The above photos are from Pinterest, and attached are the links to the original images.

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through the hourglass 82. brb x oc

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It shouldn’t surprise him that Beatrice’s brothers loathed Eric as much as he did. Michael and Leonardo listened to him intently as he told them everything that’s been going on. The attempts to reach Beatrice, the weird glimpses of blue from the corner of his eye and the Scream mask guy - who now he just found out was named Ghostface - that kept looking their way.

Michael even removed his mask to pay full attention to his brother-in-law's explanation, placing his several drinks down and turning his body halfway towards Rooster, “Wait, so you think he’s here?” Michael points his finger down, “In this party?”

“I have a feeling, yeah.”

Leonardo makes a face, but it’s his wife that speaks, “Considering the way our family works,I don’t think it’d be too far-fetched if Bradley was right.” she rubs her husband’s arm as she says it and Bradley can see how that information upset both brothers.

It was Michael who said something after a while, “At least Guillermo isn’t here to hear this.” Rooster looks over at the fourth Schiavoni with his brow raised, “Ah…well, let’s say that he…um…” he moves his hand trying to find the right words, “Let’s say that he wouldn’t be really happy if he knew Eric was here.”

And knowing how big Guillermo was, it was obvious why Eric should be worried. But maybe he should be worried about everyone at this table, especially him, Guillermo and Shells who was too busy dancing with Bob to know what they were talking about. Bradley sighs, leaning back on his seat to rub his eyes, “I don’t get it.” he begins, “This guy…the way Bea talked about him, it was like he didn’t care about her at all.”

“He didn’t.”

“Then why is he trying to talk to her?”

Both brothers share a look, Michael’s eyes turning back to Rooster with a grim smirk on his face, ‘Because he doesn’t think she could get someone better than him. Pretty boy who got everything handed to him can’t handle the idea that our sister is smart and deserving of a good guy like yourself.” he scoffs, falling back against his seat with his arms hanging by the sides, “Or get married. Or have a kid.”

“Or be loved as equally as she loves.” Leonardo adds with a quiet voice, rubbing his thumb on the edge of his glass, “He’s fucked up in the head,I’ll tell you that much.”

That’s an understatement.

Rooster holds his head upwards with his hand, narrowing his eyes as he looks to the side with his leg anxiously bouncing under the table, the heel of his shoe hitting the floor underneath in a repetitive pattern. He hated it, he was getting angry at it the more he thought about that man.

Man. That wasn’t a man, hell he had no idea what Eric could be considered to be, even animals have more respect towards others than he does.

But at least his brothers in law knew about his own worries, well, the two of them knew. He wasn’t sure if sharing this with Guillermo would be a good idea yet, if what his brothers told him was any hint of how he’d react…well, maybe he should wait until it was sure Eric was around.

He couldn’t help but look around a bit, trying to find a glimpse of Beatrice anywhere but without luck. He knew her and Guillermo had a lot to talk about, so he could just pay attention once he saw his brother-in-law’s huge frame and see Beatrice’s smaller size next to him.

Bradley tries to have a normal conversation with everyone else but something inside of him keeps tingling and saying that he should get ready to stand up at any second now. Something felt off and he couldn’t identify what it was. 

When Guillermo comes back he doesn’t have Beatrice with him. The oldest Schiavoni just juts his thumb towards the bathrooms, “She said she’ll be back soon.” he announces, walking towards his seat and sighing once he sat down. Rooster tried to play as if it was completely fine, but his eyes kept moving back to the only visible part of the doors were the threshold with the pumpkin lanterns hanging from it.

He taps his index finger against the table, the little pumpkin drink ignored on the table since it was Bea’s and he didn’t want to drink all of it - especially with how strong it was. And so he waited, checking every now and again to see if she left the bathroom but the amount of people inside the club doubled, now he couldn’t even see the top of the bathroom’s doors…and if he couldn’t see that, he couldn’t see Beatrice.

“I’m going to check on her.” he says in passing, standing to his feet with a hurry in each step that no one at the table would be able to stop him. He shouldered people gently, just enough to nudge them out of the way so he could reach the opposite side.

He squinted a bit, the bright purple,orange and green lights added to the dark surroundings were making it difficult for him to see clearly. He still had a few more steps to take, but he could see part of the bathroom’s doors from where he was.

He also checked his surroundings, knowing if Beatrice was nearby she’d immediately reach for him or call him. Since she wasn’t, he only assumed she remained in the bathroom.

But he wasn’t ready to see what was standing in front of the doors when he got closer.

At first he thought it was two women, with the other keeping her friend up because of the amount of drinks she had…but the closer he got, the more he couldn’t believe what was happening in front of him. It took him a while to identify that the woman there was Beatrice and the other person wasn’t a woman.

It was Eric.

And he was holding Beatrice’s wrist, trying to pull her back. It takes a while for Rooster to notice that yes, Eric is holding his wife by the wrist and yes, he’s trying to pull her to him. 

It’s strange, because suddenly there’s nothing else around him, there’s no sound, there’s nothing but the fact that Eric is holding Beatrice’s wrist and he’s clenching it. He could see the way the fingers dug on her soft skin and the way she complained about it, she hadn’t seen him yet, matter of fact neither of them did.

“Get your fuckin’ hands off my wife.” It comes out dark, dangerous, like a bear ready to attack. Eric barely has time to see the massive frame of Rooster until the pilot is clenching the other man’s hand and yanking it off Beatrice’s arm. He was seeing red, there was no way he’d be able to control himself.

“Roos-” she holds his shoulder, widening her eyes when her husband just grabs Eric by the collar and drags the shorter man away from the bathroom, “Oh God, Rooster! Bradley!” the music makes it easier for the other partygoers to ignore what’s going on, for all they know it was a group of friends and nothing more.

Beatrice tries to keep up with her husband’s long strides, rushing past their table and not being able to see her brothers - alongside everyone else in there - looking over. Nor she heard Guillermo’s deep voice ask ‘is that Eric?’

“Roos! Oh my God,Brad!” but he doesn’t stop, in fact he drags him to the parking lot, right where the blue corvette was and pushes him away from him. Eric twirls on his feet by the force, almost losing his balance but managing to stand upright only to glare at him. 

Rooster’s eyes were on fire, he’s licking his lower lip with his nostrils flaring, clenching and relaxing his hands, “Why were you touching my wife?”

“What?”

“Why.” one step closer, “Were you,” then two, “Touching.” another one, “My wife?” and they are face to chest, Rooster got Eric pinned against his own car, his stature was a great advantage before he could stare Eric down without any worries. 

Eric’s eyes flashed with fear, only for him to put on a fake bravado and smirk at him, “I’m touching no one’s wife.” and he immediately regrets it because Rooster steps forward again in such a quick movement that the other man flinches back and hits the car’s door with a loud metallic bang! before meeting those whisky colored eyes that only seemed to burn more and more with each second.

“I’m going to ask again,” Rooster says with his teeth gritted, “Why were you touching Beatrice?”

“Beatrice- what? She’s not your wife.”

Rooster’s fingers curled into a fist, his joints clicking when he does so, “She’s not?” he is laughing but his mouth doesn’t turn into a smile, it’s dry and raspy, like gravel on Eric’s skin, “So the ring on her finger, that’s just because she feels like it, huh?”

“Look man,I get it, I know this whole ordeal,” Eric tries, with a disbelieved smile, “I know this whole game you two have going on. It’s funny and all, but it lacks creativity.”

Rooster’s jaw clenches when he hears those words come out of Eric’s mouth, he feels Beatrice’s smaller hand touching his bicep, “Brad, please, don’t-” but Rooster doesn’t move, he stares Eric down like a hawk ready to eat the parasitic mammal that’s near it’s nest. “Brad,” she tries again,  touching his face, “Baby, please, don’t do this.”

“Baby? Damn, you must be paying him very w-”

“You have two seconds to shut the fuck up before I do it for you.” Rooster growls, “Do not direct your words towards her.”

Eric, either by stupidity or his ego - or both - just gives Rooster a look. He still didn’t seem to grasp that him and Beatrice were together - married with a child - because he couldn’t understand how someone like Bea could get someone better than himself. Eric tried to appear tough, but it was hard when your opponent was two heads taller than you and could easily crush you one handed.

Beatrice was glad that there was no one outside, glad that the parking lot was out of the security line of view but she still wanted Rooster to leave Eric. Not because she cared about her ex, but because she cared about her husband. If that dipshit touched Rooster she was going to lose her mind.

“Bea, what’s going on-” she clenches her eyes, the sound of footsteps and the obvious voice of no one other but Shells made this situation even more complicated, “Oh…fuck me. What is he doing here?!”

“Shells-”

“What’s that crazy bitch doing here?!”

“Hey!” Bob steps in front of Shells more to hold her back and defend her from the words Eric was spewing, “Do not call her that!”

Eric should admit when he was outnumbered, especially once he saw the three massive figures of her brothers approaching as well. The oldest one was especially staring at him, eyes wide and murder all over his face, “Oh for fuck’s sake, I’m going to-” he tries to leave but Rooster pushes him back against the car, he doesn’t slam him but that was enough for Eric to bristle, “Don’t fucking touch me,man.”

“Oh, you don’t like when I touch you but you can touch my wife?”

“She’s not your wife, you can stop the whole theatrics.”

“Dude,if you don’t stop your own theatrics-” that’s when Eric committed his biggest mistake, because Rooster leaned back to protect Beatrice when he moved forward but in that moment he, feebly attempted to hit Rooster.

Of course there was a fist to face contact and Rooster grunted over the sudden impact only to regain his focus and look back at Eric. Eric’s grin disappeared, the Napoleon complex was gone and there was nothing - not even Beatrice - holding Rooster back when he returned the punch.

But of course, while Beatrice’s punch to his nose hurt, the one on his eye and nose hurt even more. He barely had time to avoid the hit, one, two in quick succession, followed by Eric fumbling to the ground holding his face, “Alright!” Shells tossed her purse to Bob, “My turn!” only to be held back by her spectacled boyfriend.

“Rooster,” Beatrice tried to hold him by the waist, digging her feet on the floor - she didn’t know when she lost the heels - and interlocking her fingers on his stomach, “Rooster!Stop!” but Rooster just dragged her along as he followed Eric’s pathetic crawling.

It could be much worse, all things considered, he was still conscient.

Beatrice lost her grip when Rooster leaned down to pick Eric up, slamming him against the blue corvette as the other man tried to keep his one bruised eye open - already swollen and turned purple - “Look at me, look at me.” he was furious, “You are going to hear me and hear me well you dipshit. Beatrice is my wife, she’s my girl, she’s the mother of our daughter and you shouldn’t have touched her.”

“But there’s no-”

“Don’t you dare finish this sentence.” no one dared to interfere, not even her brothers, Leonardo even held Beatrice back “She is in a happy relationship,she’s loved, she’s cared for and she deserves the world. If you can’t understand how to fuckin’ treat a woman that’s on you-” Rooster jostles him a bit so his eyes go back to his, “That’s on you, but you fucking touched my wife, you touched my wife and you had no right to.”

“You don’t know w-who you are messing with.” Eric’s threat was empty and shaky, like not even he could believe those words, “My family is-”

“Your family kicked you out,shithead!” Shells laughs loudly, “They won’t help you out on this!”

Eric would never admit defeat but the way his eyes lowered with the recognition that, well, she was right only made him angrier, “Let me go!” he tries to claw his way out of Rooster’s grip, gasping when the taller pilot just lifts him off the ground, slamming his back on the car with more force, “Shit!”

“No.” comes the reply, “No, you aren’t leaving. You touched my girl…you shouldn’t have touched my girl.”

All Eric could do was gulp in response, “And as far as I know,” Rooster looks back to where her brothers and Shells were, Guillermo being the one closest to them, “I’m not the only one who has a beef with you.” if Eric was scared before, he looked ready to shit his pants when Guillermo’s huge body blocked the light above them, his presence in itself making this whole situation worse than before.

“I-I-”

“Oh,no, no you better be quiet pal.” Rooster smirks dangerously, his eyes glinting with a fire that would just burn Eric alive at any second, “Because we are resolving this now…you know I’m a bit hot headed sometimes and you know who calms me down?” the other man gulps, so Rooster nods to a worried looking Beatrice, “She does.” Beatrice could only watch with her hands against Leonardo’s arm, “But I hate to say it, it’s not working now.”

“Rooster-” she calls, “Please, don’t waste your time on him.”

But unfortunately, her husband couldn’t hear her, he was too focused on scaring the shit out of Eric, “He is already fucked,babe…after all, he assaulted a Navy officer.” he couldn’t hide how his smile widened at the pure horror on Eric’s face.

“You are lying.”

“Am I?”

Eric paled, trying to scurry away only for Rooster to slam him back against the car, their noses almost touching as he leaned closer, “I could fuckin’ break you.” he snarls, “Every single piece you consider yours would be gone…because you dared touch my wife. My girl. My gorgeous.” the fabric from Eric’s shirt squeaks against Rooster’s fists as he tightens his hold, “And because you can’t handle the fact she moved on…and she fuckin’ did. You are never going to contact her again.”

Eric gulped, looking from him to Guillermo and to the others behind them. He was stupid, because now he noticed how big everyone else was and how they had military esque haircuts. The other guy with a mustache was typing something on his phone, “I’m calling the cops, Rooster.” the mention of police was more than enough to leave Eric terrified.

“No!H-Hey, we can resolve this without the police. C-come on man, it was a misunderstanding!” he tries to break free but Rooster doesn’t budge, “Let me go man, let me go!” he didn’t know what he was thinking, perhaps it was stupid fight or flight instinct but he swung at Rooster again.

Feebly so.

And the pilot was not happy.

Because the third time his fist connected to Eric’s it went straight to his mouth. It was like a shotgun explosion, there was blood and spit spattered all over the car and Eric fell to the ground, “Rooster!” Beatrice finally broke free from Leonardo’s hold, rushing over to her husband and holding him back the best she could. Both of them could only watch as Eric coughed parts of his teeth alongside the red and pink dribble from his mouth. Beatrice was amazed for two reasons:

No one called the police yet with the exception of Payback.

And Rooster only punched Eric when he attacked first.

Beatrice could only hold Bradley’s arm as they look down at Eric trying to crawl away, only for Guillermo’s legs to stop him in his tracks, “Oh…fuck…”it sounded wet and the ‘f’ was whistled when he spoke. Guillermo just stood there, unmoving and unamused, staring him down.

It doesn’t take long for the police to show up, but the sounds from the party plus the sounds around the neighborhood made it possible that no one got out. Beatrice wondered if God was just saying that this ‘karma’ was theirs only. Eric,amazingly, tried to escape the cops but was easily subdued.

It wasn’t hard for the officers to figure out who was in the wrong in this.

Beatrice and Rooster watched as her ex is taken to the hospital, the female officer asking if she was okay or if Rooster needed medical attention. Both of them said they were fine and the female officer just smiled before walking away. Beatrice folds her arms over her bust as she watches the police car drive away, rubbing her tongue against her lower lip, “What did they say?” she wasn’t paying much attention with the adrenaline still pumping.

“He has a warrant.” he says, standing close to her with one hand on her back, “Apparently he’s been stealing a lot of money.”

“Sounds like something he’d do.” her husband just hums in agreement. Beatrice turns to look up at him seeing a tiny scab on his lower lip, “Oh,Roos. Your lip.”

He immediately touches the only bruise with his tongue, then with his fingers, to check for blood, “I’m fine.” but Beatrice just looked at him with her eyes glazed, making him tsk with a frown, “Gorgeous,I’m fine.”

“He hurt you.”

“This is barely a scratch.”

She almost laughed at the Monty Python reference, but she just looked at him with so much worry and love…and maybe all of the several emotions running through her. She lifts her hands to cup his face, “Let me see-” his eyes drop to the perfect red imprint of Eric’s fingers against her wrist, something she had told the police officer about but…hadn’t noticed until now. 

“...he hurt you.”

“I-It’s not hurting.” she says, but he just gently cradles her hand in his own larger ones, “I swear it’s not.”

“Bea.”

“I promise.”

But neither of them could admit that what happened wasn’t traumatic. Rooster sighed, wrapping his arms around Beatrice and bringing her to his chest, so he could drop a kiss to her head just as she tightened her hold around his waist.

[yonniebonnie]

Okay I might actually start writing now, but I think I’ll start off with head cannons for right now because I’m not 100% confident in my writing skills. I know I’m not absolute shit when it comes to writing, but I have noticed that I tend to repeat certain words so I’ll have to work on that 😭

Characters that I might write for:

Peter Maximoff (obviously)

Maybe other characters from the X-men series

Tate Langdon

Luke Cooper (there’s not a lot of fics for him and I’d like to change that 😏)

Jennifer Check

Stu Macher

Charlie Walker

Mickey Altieri

Ethan Landry

Amber Freeman

Jill Roberts

Literally any Ghostface other than Richie, Nancy Loomis, and detective Bailey💀

Also open to writing for other scream characters like Tatum, Dewey, or Sam

Peter Parker (whichever one)

Conner DBH

The Maze Runner characters

Every Wednesday character except for Xavier (sorry, don’t feel comfortable writing for Percy Hynes White 🤷🏾‍♀️)

Stanley Barber (y’all still remember IANOWT?)

And that’s basically it for right now. Also Peter, Tate, and Luke are the only Evan Peters characters I’ll be writing for just for right now because I haven’t finished the other seasons of American Horror Story yet, but maybe in the future I’d probably be interested in writing for characters like Kit Walker or Kyle Spencer. There’s other characters that I wouldn’t mind trying to write for that I haven’t mentioned, but just ask and I’ll give you an answer.

I can write:

Any gendered readers: female readers, gender neutral readers, and male reader

Nsfw: don’t be afraid to request suggestive stuff. I don’t mind writing kinky stuff, but not too kinky like the piss kink or daddy kink bc it personally makes me uncomfortable (however, I’ll allow mommy kinks).

Kinks: Needed a section to put what kinks I allow. I will write for breeding kinks, breath play, bondage, pain kink, knife play, blood kink, dom/sub, degradation, BDSM; whatever, just ask.

Sfw: I’ll write fluff, hurt comfort, angst, any tropes, just whatever. I’m fine with platonic fics.

Semi Dark fics: I like Scream and American Horror Story, so you know there’s going to be some dark fics. I don’t mind prompts where the characters are possessive or obsessive (but not abusive). I also don’t mind writing for Yandere characters.

Poc reader inserts: I’m black, so I’d love writing stuff for black readers as well.

Fandoms: X-men, Wednesday, Scream, Spiderman verse, The Maze Runner series, Detroit Become Human, The Umbrella Academy (that’s it for rn)

I won’t write:

Celebrities/Real People: As much as I find their character’s attractive, I don’t feel comfortable writing for the actor/actress themself. I don’t know them personally, so I don’t feel any interest in writing anything for them.

Guy x male reader smut: it’s not bc of homophobia, it’s simply just because I don’t feel comfortable writing gay smut. As a woman, I just don’t want to make people think I’m sexualizing gay men. The most I’ll do is write suggestive stuff, but I won’t write full on smut.

OC inserts: I strictly write for reader inserts. I won’t be writing anything specifically for one reader.

Shipping: I don’t write for character x character. Nothing against them, I just only have an interest for reader inserts.

Smut for teenage characters: I’m 18, so I will not be writing smut for characters under 18, especially if they are portrayed by literal teenagers. However, for characters like on Wednesday where the characters are portrayed by adults in their 20s and even 30s, if you want smut for them it should be fine as long as they’re aged up to be 18.

These: non-con, step-cest/incest, r4pe themes, drugging, somnophilia, age regression, ddlg, piss kink (squirting’s fine), huge age gaps, race play, pedophilia, etc. Once again, if you’re not sure what kinks I’ll write for, feel free to ask

Traumatic stuff: I will not write things like abuse victim, rape victim, or self harm victim prompts. I will write angst, but I won’t write anything too depressing. I came here for a good time, let me be happy and delusional in peace 😪

Songfics: So random, but I hate when fics have lyrics within them. They confuse me too much and I also find them kind of cringey. I absolutely despise songfics, I’m so sorry babes 😭

[murderousxcoffee]

Amoricide [Dead by Daylight Dark Soulmate AU - Trickster/Survivor!OC]

Amoricide     The act of killing your soulmate Chapter 5: Strictly Platonic Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4

CW: Danny Ghostface makes a brief appearance, canon typical violence, Trickster really hates his soulmate, I have no idea how well I wrote Leon, Cheryl, or Yun-Jin in their brief appearances in this

You got used to it. Not the pain. Not the stress. Not the numbing moments as you waited for the Killer to strike. But you could get used to the Killers themselves. As horrifying as most were to look at, they were worse to try and survive. But they had patterns, and preferences, and sometimes, some would show mercy.

And then there was Ghostface, who was currently laughing and spinning a furious Leon Kennedy as if the man were a teddy bear.

“Put me down you goddamn maniac!”

The masked murderer pulled the writhing rookie cop closer to his body and rubbed the cheek of his mask against the top of Leon’s head. Leon struggled harder.

“What is wrong with you?!”

Ghostface shrugged one shoulder, lifting Leon onto the opposite shoulder. “What’s the point of murder if you can’t have a little fun with it?”

“Jesus Christ--”

Sunshine crouched back down under the window, and looked at Cheryl. Cheryl blinked, her face twisted with confusion. 

“Do you think he’s gay?” Cheryl whispered, gesturing with her thumb in the direction Ghostface went off in. “He never does that to us.”

Exhaling, Sunshine shook her head. “I don’t think I wanna find out either way.”

Through the silence, a scream of pure agony that lasted far longer than it should. Sunshine cringed. Poor Leon…

“That’s a trap,” she said.

“Yeah,” Cheryl stood. “But I’ve walked into worse.”

Sunshine looked up at her. “Are you gonna be okay?”

“I’ll manage. You get working on the generators.”

“Piece of cake,” Sunshine said, and stood.

“Except for Yun-Jin,” Cheryl said, grimacing. “Saw her sneaking around, like the snake she is. Can you handle her?”

Sunshine hesitated.

“She’ll manage.”

Cheryl grinned.

And that was the last Sunshine saw of the other woman in that Trial. As she worked on generators alone, Sunshine glanced in the direction Cheryl had gone in. No screams, no laughter, no sacrifices. What was going on over there?

The generator backfired, but didn’t flare - part good luck, part years of experience. Sunshine recovered her focus, and kept at it. Someone else was at work, a generator burned to life in the dark. Sunshine’s generator followed. One generator left. No one sacrificed. This was going too well, it had to get bad, didn’t it?

Approaching the generator, Sunshine reached out her hand. Another hand brushed against her own. Her head jerked to the side. 

Yun-Jin blinked at her. Sunshine blinked back. 

Without a word, Sunshine broke eye contact, moved to the other side of the generator. They didn’t need to speak for this. In silence, they worked. Sunshine’s tongue burned with words she didn’t have the courage to say.

The generator roared to life.

“This is going too well,” Sunshine said. She stood, looked around. “He’s up to something.”

She looked at Yun-Jin. Yun-Jin wasn’t looking at her. Behind her? No. The older woman still crouched down in her spot. Her eyes were on…

Damn it. Her mark was bleeding again. And she didn’t have any bandages on, it was bleeding all over the place. There it is, Sunshine thought. That’s how he’ll track me down to kill me - my bloody love mark.

“Get moving,” she said, voice as firm as her heart was not. “I’m not going to follow you or anything. Who knows when the bastard is going to show up.”

Sunshine didn’t wait for an answer.

---

He tossed the knife in the air, and caught it unharmed each time. Trickster leaned against the tree, and glanced towards the light. The Survivors couldn’t see the Killers that sometimes came stalking them in the dark. It was how Ghostface always caught his prey, how Dwight’s occasional surrender was always accepted and anticipated. How he could hunt Cortez down so, so easily.

There she was now, running through the path that led to the Campfire. Trickster grimaced. Ghostface let her live this time. Didn’t look like she had a mark on her body - no. The mark itself still bled. He smiled at the sight.

She was still weak as before. Almost fell over, body heaving as she sucked in deep breaths. Her blood dripped all over the dirt. But she smiled as she looked up at the people around the fire. Her eyes lit up. Trickster looked away, and tossed the knife again through the air.

“Dwight!” Cortez said. 

In the reflection of the metal Trickster watched her throw her arms around the scrawny wannabe hero. Dwight smiled, wrapped his arms around her in return. Everyone around the Fire smiled, really. Adorable. 

“Oh, shit,” Cortez pulled away. “I got my blood all over you.”

Dwight laughed. “It wouldn’t be the first time,” he said, adjusting his glasses. His expression was so soft, looking at her.

Trickster smirked, dark thoughts floating through his mind. How would that soft face change, if he forced him to watch her torture? Tie her down and make him watch as he cut deep into her skin, deeper and deeper with every slice, until he saw the glint of bone? What kind of despair would he reveal? Would he beg like she would? Scream like she would? Offer to take her place?

It made him a little sick, how they looked at each other. Soft and kind. Some things didn’t belong outside of fiction.

But if this were fiction, Dwight would be Cortez’ soulmate, not him. He grit his teeth at the thought. If only. (If only he could pursue that radio girl, without having to get rid of Cortez first…)

“I shouldn’t stay,” Cortez said. Trickster tilted the knife to get a better look at her. “I want to try and scavenge supplies before…”

Cortez looked away. Trickster’s lips twisted up into a grin. Oh, if only she knew.

“Are you sure?” That was Meg. “You just got back from a Trial!”

Cortez shook her head. “I’m too wired,” she said. “I need to do something with myself. Something useful. Do we need anything?”

Dwight frowned. Shrugged. “Just… the usual stuff.”

Nodding her head, Cortez said, “I’ll be back, real soon.” She smiled, and Trickster looked away. Bitch. “Say hi to Cheryl for me, if you see her.”

“Sure…” But the frown remained on Dwight’s face, even as he watched Cortez walk away from the Fire. 

Trickster straightened up against the tree, watching the direction his prey walked into. That was the annoying thing about her. Sometimes she did get away. Couldn’t find her no matter what he did. But when he found out where she’d chosen to hide, she’d never escape him again.

Dwight sighed, and Trickster glanced back towards him. The gangly bastard hadn’t moved, watching the spot where Cortez vanished into the Fog. Trickster almost pitied him. If he hadn’t known how far the man would go to protect the others, he’d almost think Dwight was in love.

Shaking his head, Dwight turned back to the Fire. He paused. Trickster shifted his attention towards it as well. His eyes went wide. Yun-Jin, looking pristine as always, aside from the dirt as she pushed herself up from the ground. When did she show up? Ghostface must’ve gotten sick of her, too.

“Uh, welcome back?” Dwight said.

Yun-Jin grimaced, looked towards the other. 

“Where’s Cortez?” she asked.

Trickster blinked. Dwight shifted backwards.

“She just left,” Meg said.

“Yeah,” Dwight said. “She’s gone scavenging.”

Yun-Jin grimaced. Shook her head, her short hair waving in the dark.

“You okay?” Dwight said.

His former producer snorted. “Nothing you need to be worried about.”

She didn’t look back as she vanished into the Fog herself. Trickster frowned, twirling the knife within his fingers. Now what got into her…? He could think of at least one option but nothing too concerning. Yun-Jin kept to herself. If she’d made the connection between his mark and Cortez’s, she wasn’t the type to go out of her way to talk about it. And wasn’t that a good thing? Last thing he needed was Cortez getting ideas, if she found out the truth…

Speaking of Cortez. If he were quick, he’d catch up to her… And when he did. He smirked.

The radio played on and on. Coat draped on the back of his chair, Trickster licked the blood off his knife and fingers, waiting for DJ Sunshine to return. She wouldn't get so lucky next time he stopped by her station...

Tag list, ask to be added for Trickshine and Amoricide: @ajarofpickledtears @ace-of-hearts-and-spades @cyanide-latte

[pinescented]

Halloween YCHs I cooked up to raise money for a new iPad!

Details below:

Details:

• These are not one-offs, they are multi-slot and more slots will open if I have time to do more.

• By buying a YCH slot from me you agree to my Terms of Service: flummoxing.carrd.co/

• Payment will be upfront via my PayPal.me link only.

• YCHs have no set deadline unless you discuss it with me first. If you for sure want it done before Halloween, there may be a slight upcharge.

• I can change the ears, tail, add hair and small accessories but I cannot make major changes to the lineart or the species. I can't change the facial expressions. Most mammal characters should look fine on this base with a simple ear/tail change.

Jack o' Lantern YCH: $20

• I can change the Jack o' Lantern's face, will be left default if not otherwise specified.

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Summoning Circle YCH: $20

• Color of the summoning circle will be based on your character's color palette unless otherwise specified.

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Dakimakura YCH: $30

• Dakimakura will be a furry-fied version of any character you please within my comfort zone. Nothing explicit, but suggestive is okay.

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Ghostface YCH: $25

• The Ghostface character can be canon Ghostface or it can be an OC of your choosing in a Ghostface costume.

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Cauldron YCH: $20

• Color of the bubbles in the cauldron will be based on your character's color palette unless otherwise specified.

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[insaneintheemembranev2]

introduction + requests page 🌸

hello! im insaneintheemembrane and i wanted too do a tiny intro and give you some info on requesting fics or oneshots from me! (if you saw this on a different account of mine no you didn't )

★彡[ THINGS ABOUT ME ]彡★

↪ Name : 【❖】 insaneintheemembrane

↪ Nickname : 【❖】 V or thorn

↪ Pronouns : 【❖】 she/they

↪ Age : 【❖】 19

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┊ ➶ My Hobbies : ｡˚ ° reading & writing (obvi), gaming, making cute ocs in various games, roleplaying (sfw), dnd and a few other things!

┊ ➶ Things I like : ｡˚ ° baldurs gate 3, resident evil, markus from dbh, jill valentine and lana del rey

┊ ➶ Things I dislike : ｡˚ ° turfs & torys, racist/homophobic/ableist people, dogs,

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★彡[ REQUESTS ]彡★

↪ How to request : 【❖】 simply just click on the ask button like any other blog.

↪ What should i include? : 【❖】 please include the gender and pronouns you want for the request if its x reader, if its character x character, provide the type of relationship between them and if you want anything changed about them. give me a basic (or detailed) storyline or plot idea.

↪ What are your boundaries?: 【❖】 i don't do smut as im not comfortable writing it and i do allow minors to interact with my blog. i also don't do icky things like sibling x sibling (in a romantic way). im totally fine with all types of fluff and angst.

↪ What fandoms do you write for? : 【❖】 i fade in and out of love with a lot of fandoms so this is subject too change but heres a current list, (a few character may be excluded so if you'd like too know specifically please send me a dm or comment.)

・❥・resident evil

・❥・detriot become human

・❥・ baldurs gate 3

・❥・ninjago

・❥・teenage mutant ninja turtles

・❥・young tokio hotel

・❥・slashers (fake ones like micheal myers, ghostface etc.)

・❥・dead by daylight

・❥・ it (2017)

・❥・buffy the vampire slayer

・❥・marvel

・❥・young justice leauge + batfam

・❥・alice in boderland

・❥・the outsiders

・❥・my hero academia

・❥・jjk (im very behind tho)

・❥・haikyuu

・❥・percy jackson

・❥・the mighty ducks (2nd & 3rd movie only)

・❥・devil may cry

・❥・pdh + mystreet + minecraft diaries

・❥・the walking dead

・❥・nowhere boys

・❥・ h20: just add water

・❥・squid game

・❥・sweet home

・❥・harry potter

・❥・call of duty mw2 + mw3

・❥・twilight

・❥・red dead redemption 2

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[ericac318]

Forbidden Fruit

Summary:

Lennox Monroe attends Blackmore University and lives in the same building as her friends: Tara and Sam Carpenter, and Quinn Bailey. Lennox has been secretly dating Quinn’s Father, Detective Wayne Bailey when Ghostface makes his comeback! Detective Bailey x OC This story does not follow ‘Scream VI’ 100% and it’s very much just something I wanted to write.

Chapter 1

“Why don’t you want to join your friends at one of the many Halloween parties going on this evening?” Wayne asked as Lennox snuck him into her apartment for what felt like the thousandth time.

She shook her head as she grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer to her body, “I could, but I’d rather be here with you,” she breathed before she placed her lips against his.

He smiled against her lips as he deepened the kiss, grinding his body against hers as they made their way further into her apartment until they reached the living room where Lennox shoved him back onto her sofa.

Lennox straddled him once he was settled, lifting her dress as she ground against the bulge in his jeans while revealing she wasn’t wearing any panties.

“You were confident about how this night was going to go, weren’t you?” he teased as he broke their kiss while moving his hand from her hip until his fingers teased her, causing her to hold her breath.

They were interrupted by a sudden knock at the door.

Lennox inhaled sharply from his actions as she climbed off him, holding her finger to her lips signaling that he needed to keep quiet while she went to answer the door.

Lennox opened her door to reveal Wayne’s daughter, Quinn, on the other side. “What can I do for you, bestie?” Lennox asked, hoping it wasn’t anything that would take up too much time.

Quinn replied, her voice low, “Listen, do you have any condoms? I forgot a pill this week and I’m out,” she explained.

“Sure,” Lennox replied as she left Quinn at the door while she grabbed a few necessities before returning to the door. “Is this enough for whatever you have planned for tonight?” she added with a wicked smile crossing her lips.

Quinn let out a loud laugh, “This should be plenty. I hope you have some left for yourself,” she replied with a wink before she disappeared down the hallway.

Lennox returned to Wayne where she found him wearing a perplexed expression. “What’s the matter, baby?” she inquired as she climbed back on top of him, noticing his erection hadn’t left.

“Was my daughter just at your door asking for protection?” he asked, his brow furrowed as she attempted not to let the information distract him too much where it would ruin his night.

Lennox shrugged, “At least she’s being safe. Are you ready to return to where we left off or are you too distracted now?”

He took a deep breath, “No, I’m not distracted. Perhaps a little concerned, but I’ll worry about that later. Where were we?”

“I think I know what you want,” she whispered as she backed away from him and lowered herself to the floor until she was on her knees, between his legs. “Do you agree?” she said, breathily as she started undoing his jeans.

He nodded, unable to respond as he hissed as he felt her fingers wrap around him before they were replaced by her lips.

A few hours later, Lennox woke from Wayne’s sudden jolt from underneath her.

“What’s going on?” she questioned as she fought off her sleepiness.

Bailey shook his head, “I’m not one hundred percent sure yet. There’ve been three murders since I arrived at your place,” he began as he grasped her face and placed a passionate kiss on her lips.”I’ve gotta go, but I want you to lock your door. Don’t open your door unless you’re absolutely sure you know the person on the other side, understood?”

“Of course, I trust you,” she replied as she watched him leave her bed and throw on his clothes with speed she’d never witnessed.

“I will be in touch,” he added as he left her apartment.

Lennox locked her door as soon as he was gone before plugging in her phone and turning on her ringer.

A/N: If you’re enjoying my different take on ‘Scream VI’, read on here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46090024/chapters/116022784

[junkermcqueen]

jed olsen/danny johnson is pretty much a dbd oc right?

well i think they should make him lgbt canonically bc gay shit is kind of part of the ghostface brand just look at billy and stu