#do you guys know how long it took me to find fucking stu??????

[streatfeild]

is it normal behaviour to halfheartedly fix the wst's 200 maximums celebration pic? i'm petty

[coraline-scarlet]

Caught in the act || Poly!Ghostface x Reader

Billy Loomis x Reader x Stu Macher

Summary: Randy's sister always have been forbidden territory, but that never stop Billy and Stu from getting what they want.

Warning: dirty talk, oral (m recive), pet names, lil exhibitionism, cursing, sex mentions

Word Count: 1527

A/N: This took me so long to write, but I love every second of it! Anyways, I hope you all enjoy and be prepared because this boys is my new hyperfixation (English is not my first language, so it may contain grammatical errors)

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Y/N Meeks, known as the Randy's twin (or more commonly as the hot Meeks). Even though they were twins, they never had been too close. It always seems that they have a strange thing between them. Although they're siblings and love each other, they just weren't too close. It is the way it is.

This didn't change their friends. The group was completely made by The Meeks twins, Tatum and Sidney, Billy and Stu. It had been this way since early high school.

In the group (the boys part), always had an unannounced rule. Randy's sister is out off the game. Randy made it clear since when they first became friends. But Stu, and mainly Billy, never wanted to follow this rule. And today was the proof of it.

And all this brings us for today. You ended up in the same group for a biology project as Billy and Stu, so you three decided to do it in your house. That wasn't a problem for you, and the reason was because you have been having a thing with those boys in the last months. You always find them hot and all but never thought that this could ever pass the crush line, but suddenly one day they both showed you the same interest, when that happened you couldn't say no.

It all started six months ago, when Billy finally decided to totally ignore Randy and just follow his wants. Stu always has noticed Billy's passion (obsession) in the Meeks girl, and after observing Y/N to see what makes his best friends feel like that, he totally understood. Something in the way she smiled, or how she simply ignores all the idiots comments with just an eye roll, the way her hair moved, her voice, simply her, was completely mesmerizing. After a few months from the realization, they decided something. That perfect girl have to belong to them, no matter what.

So here you are, doing some idiot biology group work with the guys you have been kissing (fucking) secretly the last 6 months. With only you three in the house, is kinda obvious that biology would turn in another thing.

"She looks so pretty down there." You can hear Stu voice saying excitedly, followed by his typical laugh.

"She looks like a doll using her mouth for something useful." Billy's voice is more husky, with a deep sigh due to the pleasure he was feeling.

In the last few weeks, you ended up not having any time alone with your boys, and that made you three very sexualy frustrated persons. And feeling as if you didn't get enough attention, you have decided to do some revenge. Using the clothes you know they like, whispering dirty things in their ears in front of everyone, and as Stu said, "acting like a flirt." The same boy had the ideia to put you here now, under the table with Billy's dick in your mouth.

The table was covered with a cloth that only could show your feet, so you just could be seen from when Billy pulled up the cloth to see your working in his cock. You can see the smirk printed in his face, his dark eyes looking at you with hunger. His stare gives you shiver that goes straight to your pussy.

You can see a little bit of Stu beside Billy, his hand jerking off his big dick with that idiot ear-to-ear smile that he always has. That scene makes your mouth salivate. Looking again at Billy's face, you're contemplating by his pleased expression, and you can't stop staring him.

"You're giving me some doe eyes, uh? Such a cock slut, aren't you?" He pulled your hair as he pushed your head lower on his member, making his cock go deeper in your throat. Your hands hold his thighs, squeezing the muscle covered by the jeans when you start to choke. But Billy continues to hold your head down for some seconds until finally let you go up.

"Man she's such a view!" You hear Stu moan as he says it. You can't stop smiling as you rest your head in Billy's lap, breathing a little before go back to his dick, but your hand never stopping to move in his member.

"Wanna test it?" Billy say now looking at Stu. The boy never would regret it.

With a little slap in your cheek, he send you for the other side of the table, when now Stu has sat. You immediately take his member with your hands, he was huge, more than Billy, just a little lass thick. You start your job when you hear the nock from the front door.

Gasping, you try to take his dick of your mouth but Billy's voice stops you. "You will keep him in your mouth. If you can suck his cock silently while we take care of it, you will have a gift in the end."

He was looking at you beside Stu, his order making your pussy melt even more. Obediently, you do it. Stu squirm inside your mouth, his hand affectionately passing through your hair. The idea of being caught makes you rub your thighs, looking for friction.

Sitting back in his seat, Billy makes sure to hide you, making it look like he and Stu are only sitting at the table with your studying stuff waiting for you.

"Hey guys, what're you doing here?" You hear Randy's voice as you continue to suck Stu.

"Biology project, man." Billy responds.

Randy only nods and walks to the fridge. All of you are in the kitchen table. He takes a can of soda, opening and turning to see the boys as he talks.

"So... Where's Y/N?" With that question, Stu pushes deeper into your mouth.

"Bathroom." Is the only thing Stu says. The room remains in silent until Randy start walking through.

"Okay. I'm leaving, have a... good study?" He start passing the room. It's only then you finally can breath, taking his dick out of your mouth. That situation makes you nervous, but something in the ideia of it is exciting.

"Oh, I forgot something!" You freeze when Randy's voice is return. "Wait, what she doing down there?" He asks as he stop walking.

You look down and see the gap in the cloth that allows you to see your feet. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck! Nobody says anything.

"What she hiding for?" His voice is closer, and you can now see his feet. Then he starts pulling up the cloth, and you can't even breathe.

"What are you hiding for..." Now you can see your brother's face. Everyone is freezes for a second as you stare at Randy in shock.

"Shit!" It's Billy voice who breaks the moment, and then you immediately start walking off the table, as the boys are closing their jeans and getting up, all this so fast.

"You're kidding me?!" Is Randy's first reaction. When you're finally up, you see his face.

"My sister? In my house? In front of me?!" In each sentence, his voice get even more loud.

"Hey, man, it is not that deep..." Stu said, but the anger in Randy's eyes shows this is not the moment.

"Is not that deep?!" He walks slowly to Stu. "I'm gonna kill you!"

"Fuck!" Is the only thing Stu can say before everything start ruin.

Randy start to run after Stu as the boy tries to escape, and they run around the table. You scream, trying to stop Randy as Billy take their stuff quickly. Stu is running all over the house, as Randy is right behind him in screaming with killer eyes.

"Let's go!" Billy says, pushing you to the front door. "Stu!" You call, holding the door for him. And when you three are outside, you close the door in Randy's face.

All of you immediately run to the car. When the last door is closed and locked, its the exact moment Randy tries to open it.

"GO, GO, GO!" Stu shouts to Billy, who speeds up, driving away.

When you reach a safe distance, Stu starts laughing nervously. "Shit! That was insane!"

Sitting in the backseat, you look at him. "Stu, that's not the moment!" You scold him.

"No baby, Stu is right, that was insane!" Billy agrees. "But you know what? In the end, that's all for good."

"What?!" You look at Billy in disbelief. He stares back at you through the rearview mirror before saying.

"Yeah, Baby! That means we don't have to hide this anymore." You start to think abouti, and then it hits you.

"Really?" You look at him, and Stu moves on the seat so he can see you and hold your hand.

"Yes, now we can show to everyone who you belong to!" Stu smiles at you and leans in, placing a quick kiss on your lips.

You can only smile with the idea of them finally being yours. "But what about Randy and the girls?"

"They can handle it." Billy smiles to you in response. "So what do you say, Y/N? Will you date us?"

You hold Stu's hands more tightly as you keep smiling to Billy. "I'd love to!"

[noforkingclue]

Heyyy, I really hope I'm not being a bother. If it's okay may I please request an Indiana Jones x reader where he and the reader are working together to get an artifact before the bad guys but while they're exploring the location of the artifact the reader gets possessed by an entity protecting the item and tests him to see if he is worthy of the item and in doing so release the reader. I hope you have a great day

You're never a bother! I've recently re-watched the Indiana Jones films and I forgot just how much I love them!

So thank you so much for requesting this :D

Title: The Truth

Everything tag list: @greenrevolutionary, @byebyebreezywrites spngingerbread21,  @layazul,  @lov3vivian, @simonsbluee

Indy had seen a lot of strange shit in his time but this, well, this was definitely something completely different. The being in front of him stretched and cracked its neck. The sound of crunching bones followed and it rolled its shoulders back and stood up straight.

“It’s been too long since I inhabited a body.”

It looked like you.

It sounded like you.

But it wasn’t you.

“Let y/n go.” Indy said through clenched teeth

“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“Why not.”

The being walked round the room, trailing a finger along the wall. ‘You’ looked down at your finger and grimaced.

“I see they forgot about me,” it sighed, “so much for eternal devotion.”

“Y/n believed in you. Why do you think we’re here.”

“Who?”

“Y/n L/n. The person whose body you’re inhabiting.”

“Oh,” ‘you’ looked down at your body, “it is a nice body. It’ll do me-”

“Give it back to its owner.”

“- for now,” ‘you’ finished sharply, “I don’t like being interrupted. Surely this… y/n would’ve told you that. After all, she is the expert in my legend.”

‘You’ sighed and spun around on your heels. The being looked down in disgust and picked at your skirt.

“I don’t think much of the clothes though,” it said, “I’ve clearly been away for far too long.”

“Look, just give y/n back and we’ll be on our way.”

‘You’ looked over with a raised eyebrow. You could never do that yourself and seeing you do that made Indy feel slightly uneasy.

“Alright, I’ll give her back-”

“Fantastic.”

“What did I tell you about interrupting? Not going to say anything? Good. I’ll give her back if you pass my test.”

“Your test? What is this test?”

“We already started it.”

The being giggled and clapped your hands. Indy resisted the urge to roll his eyes. It was probably best not to piss off a temperamental and clearly childish almost God-like being. Best to play along.

“So,” you hopped up the altar and kicked your legs, “why do you want her back.”

“Because she’s my friend.”

“Just a friend?”

“Yes.”

“She doesn’t think so.”

Indy, who had taken to pacing, paused. He glanced over his shoulder. ‘You’ had crossed your legs and was smirking at him. He didn’t like seeing that look on your face.

“What do you mean?” he asked

“I can see all her thoughts,” it said, “her history. Everything she worked towards and you right at the centre. Do you want to know what she thinks about you? How she really feels about you?”

Yes. Fuck, yes. Indy had been working with you for so long and that was the one question he couldn’t find the answer for. Usually he wouldn’t hesitate in going after someone but with you it was different. In the past he could always tell if someone reciprocated his feelings but with you he couldn’t tell. He didn’t want to ruin things with someone he worked so closely with. Working with you in the museum would be awkward if you did reject him.

Yes, he wanted to know. He wanted to know your feelings. He closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and said,

“No.”

“No?”

The being was surprised.

“That isn’t for you to tell.”

“Hmm,” the being hopped off and walked slowly towards him, “you surprise me Doctor Jones. Very well, you can have your y/n back. I look forward to seeing your progress.”

The being gave him one last smile before your body shuddered. Your eyelids fluttered and you frowned.

“Jones?” you asked, “What- woah!”

You stumbled forward and Indy caught you just before you hit the floor. His grip on you tightened and he pressed his lips against the top of your head.

“Rest,” he said softly, “just rest.”

“But the-”

“Shh, try not to think about that right now.”

He sunk to the floor and half pulled you into his lap. You rested your head against his chest as Indy stroked the back of your head.

“Y/n.” he said eventually

“Yeah.”

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you.”

[fandom-imagines-stories]

Film Studies Slashers Part One

Mickey Altieri x Reader

Words: 2839

Summary: With her revenge plot foiled by campus killers beating her to the punch, the reader investigates the killings only to find that her boyfriend is one of the murderers. This proves to be rather useful in her mission to kill Gale Weathers… until Mickey’s partner takes matters into her own hands. 

Notes: Listen… I’m just going to leave this here. Judge me if you will, but remember that this is Timothy Olyphant and the man is beautiful. Plus, Mickey is one of the best Ghostfaces. I’m obviously tweaking some things, but I’m not gonna lie, I actually hate Gale so I was okay writing the reader hating her. I’m going to have to do some tweaking with which is which Ghostface in certain scenes, but I’ll try to make it make sense. I don’t know how much of this I’ll get done, but it’s honestly a blast to write. (I also have a finished Mickey fluff so keep an eye out for that) Happy Halloween! 

-

The campus was dead. Pardon the pun, of course, but there was no other way to describe it. With everyone terrified of the killer, going out at night was out of the question for most of the student body. 

You hoped he found you. This fucker was stealing your thunder and you were pissed as hell. You had spent too many years sucking up to Sidney fucking Prescott to have your revenge stolen by some Stu Macher wannabe. 

Granted, your plan also involved some significant stabbing, but you needed to make sure that this new guy didn’t beat you to the punch. Whoever it was. 

“You shouldn’t be out here by yourself, you know,” a voice whispered from the dark. “You never know what kind of weirdos come out at night.” 

“Other than you, you mean?” You snarked back, leaning against the streetlamp you stood under. 

Mickey stepped into the light. A sly smile spread across his lips.

“Says the one wandering around in the dark armed with…” he reached into your satchel with one hand and ran a finger up your arm with the other, making you shiver. Mickey pulled out your notebook and flipped through the pages. 

You winced as his eyes scanned your notes on all of the killings, including pictures of all of the victims so far. 

He cocked a brow. “Maybe I should be worried for my own safety. Tell me, Y/N.” He held up your page with a picture of Sidney. “Are you the killer?” 

You snatched the notebook back. “Very funny, asshole.” 

“I’m being totally serious. That is like Serial Killer 101. You should know, Little Miss Legal Studies,” Mickey teased.

You took a step toward him, looking up at him through your lashes with a darkened gaze. 

“I guess that means you should start running, huh?”

He returned your stare, eyes bright and challenging. He put his hands on your shoulders and crashed his lips against yours. You wasted no time either, fingers lacing through his dark hair and deepening the kiss until you forgot where you were. You forgot about the killer. You forgot about Woodsboro. Most of all, you forgot about Gale Weathers. 

“What are you thinking about?” He muttered against the skin of your jaw. 

You poked his side. “Stabbing and death,” you teased. “You?”

His mouth opened in mock surprise and spoke with a sing-song tone. “Would you believe me if I said the same thing?” 

You laughed, shaking your head. 

“We are seriously fucked up, huh?” You laced your fingers through his and started walking back down the path. 

“But that’s why we work so well.” 

Mickey twirled you around, pulling you into his arms again to bury his face in your neck, playfully nipping. 

“We have to get to that stupid party,” you said, pulling away again.

He pouted. 

You rolled your eyes. “I promised Sidney I’d save her from the sorority swarm.” 

“You don’t even like her.”

“I do too.”

“No, you don’t,” he argued, tone still teasing. “And you’ve never actually told me why.” He tried to urge you back to him, but you resisted, a darkness suddenly settling over you. 

“It’s a long story,” you said. 

He held up his hands innocently. “Okay.” His head tilted in curiosity, but he didn’t press the issue. 

“We really should get going”

“Actually,” he clapped his hands together, “I will catch up with you.” You opened your mouth to protest. “I know, I know, but I promise I’ll be quick. I just have this project I have to finish up for class first.”

“Since when do you care about homework?”

“Babe,” he smiled, “it’s for film theory.”

You crossed your arms, frowning. You already weren’t looking forward to this fucking mixer and you certainly weren’t looking forward to going without your usual partner in crime. Mickey wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you close, kissing you in between every word. 

“I. Will. Be. Right. There,” he promised. “And then we can make fun of every shitfaced frat boy there.” 

You sighed dramatically. “Fine. But I’m getting drunk without you.” 

“Fair enough.” He kissed you one more time. “I’ll see you there.” 

He went back toward his dorm, you went to the sorority house, both of you taking different paths into the night. 

-

If one more preppy girl came up to you with her stupid smile and her stupid small talk and a stupid sweater tied around her stupid neck, you were going to use that sweater to strangle her. 

Two of them were talking to Sidney, who kept looking at you to save her. 

You gave her an encouraging thumbs up and downed the rest of your drink. You weren’t sure what was in it, but it was sure working. 

“Empire Strikes Back.” A familiarly smug voice said across the yard. “It was a better story, improved effects.”

You looked up, finding Randy talking to your oh-so-late boyfriend. Now that was a blue sweater you wanted nothing more than to rip off. 

“Not a sequel,” Randy corrected. “It was part of a trilogy. Completely planned.”

Mickey rolled his eyes and spotted you in the process. He grinned. You scowled. He crossed the yard towards you. 

“It’s been foooooreeever,” you drawled, tongue weighed down by the cheap liquor. He sat on the bench beside you. 

“The assignment took longer than I thought, baby,” Mickey said, putting your drink aside and pulling you into his lap. “But I’m here now, aren’t I?”

Your lips latched onto his neck, fingers tracing along the edge of that silly blue sweater. Mickey took your wandering hands in his. 

“Easy, tiger. What would your little Woodsboro friends think?”

“Who fucking cares?” You grabbed the collar of his sweater and pulled his lips back to yours. He didn’t argue again, hands cupping your face and body pressed against yours. You seemed to stay like that for hours, barely even coming up for air. 

Everyone else disappeared. Until-

“Something happened.”

“Not. Now. Randy.” You said in between kisses, annoyance clear in your still tipsy tone. 

Randy put a hand on Mickey’s shoulder and pulled him away. The look the other boy gave him made him take a step back. Between Mickey’s glare and the news that broke up the party, his nerves were more than a little on edge. 

“Listen, sorry to interrupt your little sex party over here, but there are cop cars around the Omega Beta Zeta house. And I’ve got a really bad feeling.” He looked at you pointedly. 

Unlike your hometown buddies, you could care less about the latest killer’s hobbies. But where there was a killer, there were bloodthirsty journalists. 

You clenched your jaw. “Fine. Let’s go find out who else got sliced and diced, huh?”

Mickey helped you up, keeping his fingers laced with yours as everyone rushed toward the doors. 

Across the street, people swarmed in flashing red and blue. News vans clogged the driveway. You stopped moving. Your grip on your boyfriend’s hand tightened. 

“What the fuck is she doing here?” 

Across the street was the sobering sight of one Gale Weathers. She was heckling some other woman who had her back towards you. 

“She was here earlier today,” Halle said. “Totally blindsided Sidney by bringing Cotton Weary to campus.”

“Gale’s here with Cotton?” You exclaimed. 

First, a new killer starts mimicking the movie based on her fucking book, and now she’s harassing the survivors by bringing up the past. 

Your plan might have to happen sooner than you thought. 

“Don’t worry,” Halle added with a smirk, “Sidney already gave her a piece of her mind.” She made the motion of a punch. 

“Did you know about this?” You turned to Mickey, whose eyes were fixed across the way. 

The woman talking to Gale hurried off. 

Mickey’s thumb rubbed the back of your hand. “I didn’t want to upset you.”

“Well, I’m upset now!” 

His phone started buzzing. “Shit.” 

Your anger shifted into fear, gruesome memories rushing through your head. Your eyes widened as he answered. 

“M-Mickey…” You tugged on his arm anxiously. 

He listened to the voice on the other side and mouthed “It’s fine.” He brought your hand to his lips as another reassurance. 

“I have to take this, I’m sorry,” he whispered. His eyes darted between you and the crowd. “Stay here.”

 Mickey stepped away, leaving you with the others to watch the chaos at the other sorority house. That’s when you saw that familiar head of chunky highlights heading towards you. 

“Fucking bitch,” you muttered to yourself and headed back to the Delta Lambda Zeta house. With Derek the guard dog at the front door, you decided to go around back to avoid any real interaction with Sidney’s boyfriend. Pitying looks was the last thing you needed from the frat prince. 

You didn’t see the flash of black until it overtook you.  

And, suddenly, it all came back. 

You saw the face of Billy Loomis as you ripped off the stupid, elongated white mask. He smirked down at you. 

“I always had a bit of a hard-on for you, Y/N,” he sneered, slowly pushing the knife into your side. He put a hand over your mouth to silence your screams. “I mean, Syd’s great and all but, the principal's daughter?” He chuckled. “I mean, it sounds like something out of a movie.” 

He took out the knife and started again. 

You stared up at that same mask as it hovered over you, arm raised with the same curved knife that almost killed you. 

“Not this time you sonofabitch,” you spat and used all of your strength to bring your knee up into your attacker’s stomach. 

They cried out and fell to the grass beside you, but not before they got a solid swipe at your side, sliding through your shirt down to the skin. A familiar, hot sting radiated from the spot and you screamed. You screamed like hell.

“Mickey!” One hand clawed at the ground to pull you away, the other clamped over your now bleeding wound. “Derek! Mickey! Anybody! Help me!” 

“Y/N?” Sydney’s voice called from inside the house. 

Ghostface whipped around at the sound. 

“Syd, run!” You shrieked. 

A flash of blue sweater came around the corner just as a large black boot stomped the side of your head. Memories and darkness took over, all speaking with the altered voice of your nightmares.

-

It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. He wasn’t supposed to care. But with every stirring motion, the traitor in his chest jumped. 

Your eyes fluttered open and Mickey let out a sigh of relief. 

“There she is,” he smiled. “I was starting to wonder if this was going to turn into a The Dead Zone situation.”

“Well, I don’t know, do I have any powers?” You asked wearily, looking around at your surroundings. You were in the emergency room. Guess they figured your injuries weren’t too serious to take you to surgery. You felt at the bandage on your side, letting the haze in your head clear before you sat up. “Come on, let’s get out of here.” You swung your legs over the side of the hospital bed and started to stand, ignoring every sore limb telling you not to. 

“Hey, I don’t think you're supposed to do that, babe,” Mickey said, putting a hand out to stop you.

“I’m not staying here so everyone can gawk at me like a zoo animal, Mickey,” you snapped. “Especially when Gale fucking Weathers is in town.” 

“I won’t let her anywhere near you.”

Your eyes blazed. “I don’t want your help.” 

Something flashed in his eyes. Something you’d never seen before. Something that made you sit down again. 

But just as quickly as it was there, it was gone. Mickey looked at the ground. 

“I’m going to go check on Derek. He got cut up by the guy that attacked Sidney.” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I think she’s probably more freaked out than he is, so I should probably talk to her too.”

He left you in the hospital room feeling like a total bitch. 

-

Mickey stretched his sore limbs as he stepped into the unlocked apartment. He should really remind you to lock that. There were psychos running around. 

“Y/N?” He called into the dark. “Baby, you here?” 

“In here,” you spoke through a gasp. 

Mickey dropped his bag at the foot of the bed, looking at the light pooling out of the ajar bathroom door. He could just see your frame standing in front of the mirror. Your shirt was off and your fingers were peeling up the bandage that the hospital put on the gash in your side. 

“Hey, I don’t think you should be doing that-” Mickey started, pushing the door open all the way. 

He stopped, seeing the reflection of your tear-filled eyes looking back at him. 

You swiped at your cheeks with the back of your hand and turned around to face him, displaying your new wound, along with marks of old ones. Three long, jagged lines along your torso. 

He imagined Billy sticking a knife in you and unconsciously clenched his fists. 

“It brought it all back,” you said through gritted teeth. “I promised myself I would never be that scared again and today I felt like that weak, pathetic high school girl again.” You ran your fingers over the scars, flinching as you touched the angry, red stitched-up cut on your side. “All because of her.”

Mickey’s brows drew together. 

You took a breath and jutted out your chin. “Gale Fucking Weathers.” 

“Wait.” He ran a hand down his face, almost laughing. “You just got stabbed and curb-stomped by a guy dressed in the same outfit that someone who stabbed you- and almost killed you- was wearing and you’re freaked out about a journalist.”��

“I’ve looked killers in the eye before, baby,” you snapped. “But Gale Weathers is a goddamn necromancer. She brought Billy Loomis and Stu Macher back from the dead and now they’re going to outlive all of us.”

“Babe-” He started to reach out to you, but you pushed past him. 

“And we can’t forget about Sidney,” you exclaimed. “Poor, perfect Sidney, the tragic hero of the story. It’s all about her.” You paced back and forth, anger boiling out any soreness you might still have felt. “It’s like nobody else made it out. Randy’s a plot device, Dewey is a joke, and me-” You whipped around with eyes on fire. “I’m not even in it!” You picked up one of Mickey’s shoes, knocking over his backpack, and threw it at a picture on your wall. A photo from high school- with you, Sidney, and Tatum. 

Mickey hurried toward you and grabbed your wrist in each hand. 

“She wrote me out of my life.” You fought against him, refusing to let him see you cry, but his grip was too strong. “That bitch wrote me out of my own life and now she’s back to do it all over again.” 

“We won’t let her,” Mickey said, his own rage starting to surface. He tightened his hold so much it almost hurt. “Gale Weathers is just another hack who will get what’s coming to her and someone else will turn it into just another story.” He let go of your wrists and moved his hands to your face. “I promise, baby.” 

His dark eyes held that same look you saw in the hospital. It should have scared you. Instead, it pushed you into him, crashing your lips against his and pulling his body against yours despite the slight pain in your side. Maybe you just needed to put all of your roiling energy to good use. And Mickey was more than happy to help. 

-

Mickey got in the shower with a head clouded full of feelings he didn’t know what to do with. He wanted to kill that reporter bitch- not because it would be the kind of poetic justice perfect for his plan, but because she had hurt you. Everything was getting too complicated. 

He wrapped a towel around his waist and went back to your bedroom, finding you at the foot of the bed, hunched over and holding something in your hand. 

“I thought you were too tired to move,” he teased. “But if you’re up for another round, then I am-”

He stopped as you stood. 

The cloak spilled out of the backpack. The knife glinted at your feet. The Ghostface mask gaped back at him in your hands.

Mickey swallowed. “I can explain that.”

You walked towards him, eyes wide and chin held high. Your gaze burned a hole in his panicking heart. Mickey gritted his teeth. He wasn’t supposed to panic. He wasn’t supposed to feel. 

You shoved the mask against his chest. 

“Y/N…” He searched for the words, more for himself than for you. 

You spoke firmly and coolly, like reading a movie line. “I want in.” 

[final-girl96]

My Boyfriend's Back Halloween Bonus Scene

Halloween 1995

It was Halloween, the one night of the year that you could pretend to be anything or anyone you wanted, and nobody could judge you. Stu was having his yearly Halloween party. The Macher house would be decked out in halloween decorations, and everyone from school would be there. Costumes were required, and if you showed up without one, you'd be kicked out. It's only been a month since I found mom brutally murdered, but I need a distraction. I wasn't going to sit around and end up like my sister.

Sidney barely comes out of her room and she hasn't talked to Billy all that much. When he does come over or when we convince her to hang out, she won't even let him hold her hand. I've seen the pain of rejection behind his eyes and I've tried to talk to her about it, but she won't listen. She's so worried about turning out to be like mom. "Mom was a lying, cheating, whore, something you're not and never will be." She had slapped me for saying that. "Don't ever talk about mom like that ever again!"

I tried convincing her to come to the party, dress up, and have fun, let loose a little. But she wouldn't open her bedroom door. The guy was caught and behind fucking bars. I don't know what more she wants. She can't grieve forever. But I wasn't going to let her drag me down with her. I was going to have fun tonight. Stu and I were dressed as Shaggy and Velma and Stu carried around a small stuffed Scooby-Doo. There were so many amazing costumes. Billy just showed up with a white tee-shirt covered in blood looking pissed off and annoyed.Tatum was a sexy pirate and Randy was dressed as Jimmy Carrey's, The Mask.

Everything was great, horror movies played on the TV, music was blaring through the house, food and drinks lined the kitchen counters. People danced and stood around talking, and just having a good time. Stu couldn't keep his hands off of me though, which isn't anything new. Him, Billy, and I were in the kitchen. I was sitting on the counter of the island facing the sink, Stu stood between my legs, hands resting on my hips. Bully stood beside us, beer in hand, and a scowl on his face.

"What the fuck is Sid's deal? What's going on with her?" Billy asked. "Our mom was just murdered a month ago, Billy. Not only that but she was raped before Cotton Weary stabbed her over and over and over. Then Sid and I were the ones to find her. That does shit to your head," I said. He scoffed, "And yet, you're here partying and acting like nothing happened. You don't pull away from Stu when he goes to hold your fucking hand." His voice was starting to raise, face getting red from how pissed off he was. His hand tightened around the beer bottle to the point I thought he might break it.

"Hey, man, relax. Forget about Sidney and just have fun," Stu told him, slapping his hand on his shoulder. Billy shrugged Stu's hand off his shoulder and walked away. Stu shook his head, turned fully to me, and wrapped his arms around my waist. He pulled me closer so I was flush against him and my ass was barely on the counter. "Zoniks! I think he's mad, Velma," He said in Shaggy's voice. I laughed, wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. "Jinkies, I think you're right, Shaggy."

"God, I fucking love you." He kissed me again, this time deepening it. He trailed his lips down my jaw to my neck. "We should go upstairs so I can do what I do best, Velma…eat." I hit his shoulder and looked around. "Oh, my god, Stu! Stop. We are not doing that with a house full of people!" He picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder and marched through the house, swerving through the crowd of our classmates until we were in the living room. The door that led directly to the living room was blocked with people so he took the long way. He set me down, sat on the couch, and pulled me onto his lap.

It wasn't until almost two in the morning when everyone left. We were all going to be tired as hell tomorrow for school. After everyone left, I helped Stu clean everything up before we headed upstairs. I was about to take my wig off when he stopped me. "Wait! Leave everything on, I wanna play." I raised my eyebrows and chuckled. "What?" I asked. "We have a mystery to solve," he said. I smiled at him before clearing my throat and looking at him with a straight face. "And what mystery would that be, Shaggy?" I asked, pushing the glasses up on my nose.

He stalked towards me, "why my cock isn't buried deep inside that tight pussy of yours." I squealed when he picked me up and threw me onto the bed. "You know I'm not ready for that," I said, looking up at him. He looked at me from the foot of the bed. "That's fine, baby. But, I'm still going to do what I do best…eat!" His hands wrapped around my ankles and yanked me to the end of the bed. Stu dropped to his knees, spread my legs, and kissed from my ankle to the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to my covered pussy.

He did the same to the other leg before sliding my panties off and throwing them behind him. His hands spread my legs wider. "Such a pretty cunt. How wet are you, baby?" I gasped when he slid his thumb through my slit, settling on my clit, and rubbing small and slow circles on it. "Already so wet and I haven't even done anything." Stu then slid his fingers down and pushed his middle finger inside of me. "You're going to come on my fingers then you're going to come on my tongue."

He pumped his finger in and out a few times before sliding his ring finger inside, stretching me a little. His fingers curled in a come hither motion. He went slow at first, then slowly picked up the pace, hitting the spit deep inside of me that had me clenching around his fingers. His thumb drew lazy circles on my clit until I came undone around his two thick digits. "Good girl. That's it, baby, come all over my fingers." He worked his fingers in a way that had me moaning his name over and over.

He leaned forwards, sucking my clit into his mouth, continuing to pump his finger inside of me. Stu's tongue flicked over the sensitive bud sending shockwaves through me. I was becoming sensitive, but that wouldn't stop him. He would keep going until my legs were shaking so bad I wouldn't be able to walk. I thread my fingers through his hair, tugging, and pulling him closer. "Stu! Fuck don't stop!" I was coming again within seconds. I needed more. I needed him to stretch me open. I need him inside of me. Now!

"More. I need more. Please, Stu, just fuck me!" He didn't stop his assault with his tongue and fingers. I always said this. Always wanted more. Always told him to fuck me but he never did because he knew I wasnt ready. But I'm ready. I'm ready for him ro stretch me open on his thick cock. I came again for the third time. Squirting all over him and the bed. "Stu, please, I'm serious. I want you to fuck me. I'm ready." He pulled away, sucking his fingers into his mouth, and slowly stood. "You're one-hundred percent sure?" He asked. I nodded my head. "Words, baby, I need to hear you say it."

"Yes. I'm ready. I want this. I want you, now, please!" I begged. A grin spread across his face. "Strip! Now!" I sat up and stripped my shirt and bra off. When I went to take the skirt off, he stopped me. "Keep that, the thigh highs, and glasses on. You're so fucking sexy!" He stripped out of his clothes, his hard thick cock stood proudly. It's not the first time I've seen his cock. We do other stuff. We just haven't actually had sex. "As much as I'd like to feel your tight little cunt around my cock without a condom…" he reached into a drawer and pulled one out. I thought about it and stopped him. "I'm on birth control."

And I am. I've been on birth control for a year now. That's the only thing my mother didn't protest with me about. Stu looked at me, "Are you sure? I don't want to go doing this if you're not." I nodded my head, "I'm sure. I want to feel you completely." He dropped the condom, jumped on the bed, and helped me scoot up further. "I'll be gentle. If you need to stop, you let me know." He said, pushing the shirt up over my hips a little more so he had a better view of my pussy. "You're fucking soaked."

He wrapped his hand around the base of his cock and slid the tip through my soaked slit. "Fuck," he hissed. "You're so fucking beautiful." I flinched a little when the head of his cock brushed against my sensitive clit. "Stretch this tight cunt out on my cock." He pushed my legs further apart, and positioned himself at my entrance. "Remember, if you need to stop just tell me and I'll stop." I nodded my head and he slowly began to push into me.

It stung a little, and there was a lot of pressure, but Stu was gentle and went slow until he was completely sitting inside of me. He stayed still letting me adjust to his size. His lips connected to me, and he moved my legs to wrap around his waist. "You feel so good, baby. Doing so well for me." I lift my hips, "Move. Please." He slowly pulled out halfway, then pushed back in. "Fuck! Goddamn, your pussy is so fucking tight." He did that a few more times before pulling out almost all the way and slamming back into me. "Take me so well, baby. Such a good fucking girl."

His thrust was long and deep, hitting the spit only he could over and over. My nails dug into his skin, my legs wrapping around his tighter. "Stu! Harder. Harder! Fuck me harder!" He pulled out, flipped me over, pulled my ass up, and flipped the skirt up over it. Then he pushed back into me, fucking me at a new angle that somehow let him reach even deep. His hand landed on my ass leaving a sting behind. "Say my name, baby, let me hear you."

"Stu! Oh, God, don't fucking stop!" I moaned. Another slap to my ass on the other cheek. My walls tightened around him and just as I was going to come he pulled out and flipped me back over. "I want to see your face when you come on my cock." He lifted one of my legs over his shoulder letting him go even deeper, if that was possible, and fucked into me faster and harder. His hands kneaded my tits for a few seconds before one hand went to the leg over his shoulder and the other went to my clit.

He pressed his thumb over the bundle of nerves, pressed hard and drew tight fast circles that had my pussy clamping around his cock. My hips came off the bed but he pushed me back down. His hand was over where his cock was bulging and pressed down. "Be a good fucking girl and come on my cock." I threw my head back, gripped the sheets with one hand and his arm with the other. My orgasm hit my like a fucking freight train. I covered his cock, him, me, and the bedsheets with how hard I squirted. "That's it! Fuck! Good fucking girl!" He thrusts a few times before spilling inside of me until his cum was dripping out of me and down my ass to the bed.

Stu let my leg down, leaned down, and connected our lips. He didn't move, just rested his forehead against mine as we tried to catch our breaths. "You did so well, baby. Are you okay?" He asked, looking at me. I nodded my head and whined when he slipped out of me. "I'm going to go run a hot bath, and I'll be back to get you." He kissed me again, "I love you." Then he went into the bathroom.

[wawrthur]

billy/stu, first time one of them accidentally let slip "i love you" or something similar? :3 angst is a mega bonus!

Oh hell yeah!! Thank you for the prompt!

Same universe but they are in college <3

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It was not a dark and stormy night, not at all, actually.

It was a bright and sunny afternoon, and Billy has had it with the professor droning on and on and fucking on about their fucking upcoming exams. What exams? Billy would just get someone to do them for him. He knows a guy.

He gets up and walks down the isle, mouthing bathroom to the professor just in case. Stupid high school habits die hard. Billy smirks. If only he could kill those habits like he killed everyone else who has annoyed him long enough.

Going to the auditorium he knew he’d find Stu in, he opens the door and says with his utmost ‘i-do-not-give-a-single-fuck’ confidence, “Apologies, professor – Stu Macher to the principal's – I mean to the dean’s office.”

Everyone turns to where Stu is and stares while he fumbles with his things, lanky limbs getting in the way of his graceful exit out of the row of identical seats.

“Sorry, gotta go!” Stu flashes a wide grin to the lecturer and Billy rolls his eyes.

“Took you long enough,” he comments while Stu is shoving his notebooks into his bag.

“Well, Billy, had you told me beforehand –“

“And where would the fun be in that,” Billy coos, pressing Stu against a door in a dark alcove just a couple steps away from the well-lit hall.

“B-billy, I don’t know if this is a good idea—“

“Are you scared, Stuey? Scared someone might see?” Billy’s breath ghosts Stu’s lips and Stu gulps. So fucking easy already.

“N-n-no,” Stu stutters.

“Come on, Stu, gotta be more convincing than that,” Billy grins and he wonders if Stu anticipates just how cruel Billy’s about to be.

“I’m not scared,” Stu exhales but it’s shaky and Billy resists the temptation to roll his eyes again.

“Tell me something I don’t know, Stu,” Billy starts kissing Stu’s cheek, dragging his lips, really, down Stu’s jaw and then his neck, biting a kiss right into the spot that’s hidden beneath the collar of Stu’s shirt.

“Fuck, Billy,” he is panting immediately, aww, and Billy hasn’t even begun playing yet.

“Tell me a secret, Stu,” Billy slides his hand under Stu’s shirt, roaming his flushed skin, and then down to the hem of his jeans.

“I – uh – I – “

“Come on, baby, you can form words, can’t you?” Billy’s grin turns wicked as he sneaks his hand into Stu’s jeans, palming him over his boxers.

“Yeah, I – fuck, Billy, f-f – I – “

“What’s your deepest, darkest secret, baby? Come on, tell me,” Billy is back on Stu’s mouth, catching Stu’s lower lip with his teeth, pulling then licking it better. Stu’s mouth is shiny with Billy’s saliva and his eyes are glazed over.

Brain mode off, Billy thinks to himself with satisfaction.

“Don’t you trust me?” he mock-pouts. “Here, let me help you.” Billy increases the pressure of his palm and Stu’s eyes fall shut.

“Please, Billy,” he whispers.

“Just say it, baby, and you’ll get anything you want,” Billy murmurs against Stu’s neck. He bites hard to enunciate his point.

“Fuck, Billy, I –“ Stu takes a big gulp of breath, “I –“

“Tell me, baby,” Billy urges, moving his palm a little.

“Fuck, I love you, fuck!” Stu’s hips stutter on Billy’s palm for a few sweet moment until Billy draws back, taking his hand back.

“You what?” he raises his eyebrow with an incredulous laugh.

“I’m, uh,” Stu looks like someone’s just knocked the wind out of his lungs. His expression turns hurt, then hopeful, then hurt again. “I love you?”

“Is that a question?” Billy mocks, leaning back in his relaxed stance.

“It’s the secret. My deepest darkest one,” Stu starts fiddling with the hem of his shirt, watching Billy through his eyelashes.

“Please,” Billy waves a hand dismissively, “Everyone and their uncle know that. You are kinda obvious, Stu. It’s a little pathetic, really.”

“Um,” Stu says.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Billy winks.

Stu’s face turns red.

“You’ve got nothing?” Billy sighs. “Well, that’s boring. Gotta go back to class, five minutes till break and all my shit is still in there. Later!” he says, turns around and starts walking away.

“Billy!” Stu’s voice is full of barely hidden desperation and Billy can’t help but roll his eyes this time. “You said you’d –“

“Come up with a better secret, Stu!” Billy calls, not turning his head. “Something that’s actually worth something to me!”

The sun shines brightly through the large windows in the hall. Billy yawns. He should probably get some coffee.

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(I strongly advise you to check out my screaming at the top of my lungs series on ao3 because the car fic is just IT for you I think hehe)

[screampied]

well, hello there. (read as lady dimitrescu’s voice)

ok, vegas, you interacted with my account…again. love, i think you’re ought to find out who i am before we can even smell october 1st. so cute that you think i’m sweet, because whenever i re-read what i wrote for you im like “oh, that’s not…that’s weird”. i also think you are very sweet! i’m intimidated with people, so indeed i took the opportunity of being high and loose and approachable to send you that first ask.

i think being a whore for ghostface is as easy as saying it’s name. the masks stays on!! do i mean sex or the killing? both? yes. hm, moving along, what’s you favorite ghostface? mine would be stu and jill.

oh, oHH. ok but toji removing the mask, slowly, and the first thing you see is his scarred lips with that smirk. like stfu, i’ll show him a scream. and geto. that man is my lawfully husband, and picturing him with that knife is doing stuff to me. blood on his face, like in hidden inventory, passing his thumb to try and clean it…mshdhdjdjdk fainted

sam as ghostface would’ve been predictable, but it would still be cool. i think they could take a different approach with her. while everyone is scared shitless because a knew killer has show up, she would be excited because-well, she can kill now. again and again, with the excuse of saving her friends and sister. maybe might even kill someone by “mistake” who knows. i think it would be nice, i like the idea of the good character going a lil crazy crazy.

the thing about sidney is that they won’t have the courage to kill her. literal mother of the final girls. but… dale? yeah, i’m bracing myself and praying for her poor little soul.

yes!! they were right in what they did and the ones that loses are the directors. the movie won’t do good at all without them, so must likely they will comeback, as we say in my country, “the sorry dog comes back” as in the directors are the sorry dog, with tail in between their legs.

between cars and bikes im more inclined to cars, but bikers and drivers? ugh, i’m sold to the bikers. sukuna is the type of guy to go to street races just for the fun of nearly dying (in a modern world, of course). i picture a red vintage car with black flames draw in it. oh he would so sexy, he is sexy. others i can see in street race is toji (of course, he bets all the time) and suguru. idk this trinity can have me anytime any day anywhere.

SHUT UP HUNGER GAMES IS SO FUCKING COOL

i used to be a divergent person, but hunger games has grow in my heart. finnick and peeta forever the best boys, suzanne collins cooked with them. and then she fucking burned it with finnick’s. still not over it, how come gale is alive???

jokes aside, i actually fuck with her writing so much, because it’s true, there is no actual victory in a war, we lose too much to be able to live through it. too much nightmares and death.

i’m reading a fanfic set in the hunger games universe, nearly as many words as in the bible, and it’s so fucking good. the author wrote the aftermath of the games perfectly, the rebellion, missions, the games itself. it’s everything.

yapping is done, question of the day is favorite movie and favorite music? see ya!!

nut anon

SLLLAAAY

nutty pook i rly enjoy our long chats i just wanna let u know that 🫡. also the lady dimitrescu voice ????? stawp. do you play resident evil oh now that game is my shit.

LOLLLL DID I. i swear it’s not intentional man. maybe it’s fate 🧿🧿 you think im sweet omg ty AAAAH.

sex with ghostface where the mask stays on is actually cry FUCKKK IM GONNA WRITE THAT. october is gonna bring out the slut in my writing istg. ooooh my fav ghostface ?? probably jill and roman. i love amber too, but billy ofc.

GHOSTFACE TOJIIII DONT DO THIS TO ME. he’s so do that, don’t mind me im writing this down 🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️. real they can’t kill the baddest bitch, the whole franchise is nothing without mother.

sukuna as a street racer ID CREEWWAM. i literally saw a sukuna car at the race i went to. i had many interesting thoughts ……. kuna def bets ur so right, toji too with his broke ass.

KEKFLGLHL I LOVE THG ITS SO GOOD. do you like the movies or books better? i like the books but the movies slap

fav movie uhhhhh legally blond, fav music psychedelic pop and indie !!!!

[f1nalboys]

Hello! I hope you are well🙂

Could I request something similar to the last request? Where the reader is having a really bad day and the boys are not answering their phones. Then the reader goes to a party without telling them and gets a bit intoxicated. The boys go home and can’t find the reader so they go out to look for her or call her friends or something. They show up to the party and she doesn’t want to leave cause she’s mad at them, so Billy just picks her up over his shoulder and carries her ass home lmao. Ends in fluff please🥺It’s a bit of a weird request so you don’t have to complete this if you don’t want too.

Also, thank you for being you and making these posts! They help me mentally❤️

I LVOED THIS SM thanks for requesting and again, sorry for how long it took me to get to it!!! this req is in reference to this post of mine!

WORD COUNT: 968

WARNINGS: GN!Reader, alcohol, reader gets drunk, fluff <3

Another call that went to voicemail. You groan, flopping back onto the bed, your phone falling beside you. Today sucked and now your boyfriends weren’t answering you which just made it worse. Texts and calls, all ignored. You know that they’re busy; that’s the only reason they wouldn’t be answering you, but a small part of you wondered if it was on purpose. Maybe they didn’t want to hear you whine about your day…

Fuck this. Sitting up, your anger rising with each passing second, you pull your shoes on. You’re not staying here, waiting around for those two to come home to pay attention to you. No, that was pathetic. You remember your friend had told you about a party tonight, one that you told her you weren’t going to because you wanted to see Billy and Stu. So much for that.

The walk to the party had you pissed and the second you walked into the house you made a beeline for the table that held the drinks. One after another you downed them, only stopping to talk to a few people you knew and to eat a handful of chips. By the time two hours had passed you were drunk, more than you had been in a long time, but you hadn’t forgotten about why you had come to the party in the first place.

When Billy and Stu arrived at the apartment, they were expecting to see you there, arms folded across your chest in annoyance. Instead they were greeted with darkness and silence. “Man, what the hell? Where are they?” Stu asked, searching through the apartment to double check. Billy sighs, pulling his phone out and hitting your contact. His eyebrows furrow when he gets your voicemail, a small wave of fear going through him.

Telling himself to calm down he calls your friend, sighing in relief when she answers. ��Hey, do you know where Y/N is?”

“Oh, they’re at the party. They’re pretty drunk, too, so you may wanna come get ‘em.” He sighs, thanking her before hanging up. “Where are they?” Stu asks, biting his nail. Both of them were nervous; you had never left the apartment without letting them know where you had gone.

“That fuckin’ party. They’re drunk, too, so I guess they’re pissed at us. C’mon, let’s go get them.” Stu and Billy make their way to the house party, both with varying levels of annoyance and worry. When they got there it was easy to find you; you were surrounded by your friends and you were talking loudly, swaying as you tried standing still and slurring your words. “Baby! Hey, come on, let’s go home.”

Stu tries to wrap his arm around your shoulder but you move away, your face contorting into disgust. He ignores the pang of sadness; you were drunk and pissed off, that’s all. “No, m’not going. You guys leave an’ leave me ‘lone.” You slur, pushing at Billy’s chest weakly. He grabs a hold of your wrist with ease, your movements slow. “Let go! You guys didn’t answer me, leave me alone, I’m staying here- Hey! Put me down, Stu!”

Stu grabs you, tossing you over his shoulder, and turns on his heel. Billy says goodbye to your friends and follows after Stu out of the house and into the car. He tosses you into the back seat, closing the door and locking it before getting into the passenger side seat.

“No fair,” You grumble, struggling to buckle yourself in. You’d never admit it, but you were glad to leave the party. Your head was starting to really hurt and all you wanted to do was fall asleep. You ignore the two men the entire drive home, waving off Billy when he tries to help you out of the car.

“Stop being stubborn,” He says sharply, wrapping his arm around your waist when you stumble over your feet. The two of them get you into the apartment, placing you gently onto the couch. Stu sits down next to you while Billy goes and grabs you a glass of water. “Now, you wanna be honest about why you’re mad?”

You shake your head, still mad at them for ignoring you. You take a large gulp from the water, taking the medicine he gives you for your headache. Stu pulls you into his side, holding you still even when you struggle against his grip. Billy sits on the other side of you and curls into your side, his hand grabbing your own, and you sigh. They weren’t going to leave you alone. “M’mad because you guys ignored me all day. Today sucked so fucking bad and I just wanted to hang out with you both to forget about it and I couldn’t.

“We’re sorry for not answering you, baby, honest,” Stu whispers into the side of your head, placing kisses to your temple. Your eyes close and you breathe in his scent, snuggling into him further. “It totally slipped our minds to try and get a hold of you as soon as we could. How about this; we all stay home tomorrow and spend the whole day together. You can get allllll the Billy and Stu attention you could want.”

“Promise?” You mutter, your eyes heavy with sleep. You can hear Billy laugh beside you and suddenly Stu is standing and they’re pulling you up from your spot on the couch. You groan in annoyance, allowing them to drag you from the couch to the bedroom. They fall into the bed with you in between them, limbs tangled together. Billy is kissing you gently, his lips pressed to any exposed skin he can find, and Stu is whispering sweet nothings in your ear.

“We promise, baby. Now, get some sleep, alright? We love you.”

[majahu]

Scream: Ski Trip

Chapter 6: Dirty Deeds

The next couple of chapters are gonna be pretty long as I wrap this story up! Thanks so much for all the love on this story. I’d love to write for any suggestions you guys have so feel free to comment or submit suggestions and I’ll be more than happy to write for them!

Chapter 5

Word Count: 2379

The living room was packed with people, most packed onto the brown suede couch, television glowing a soft grey, static filling the screen as Randy was trying to decide between two VHS tapes, both movies starring Jamie Lee Curtis.

Stu himself was kneeling on the kitchen floor in the center of a circle of cheering guys, beer-bong in his mouth. Tatum peeked in the room, leaning over your shoulder, "wow, real mature." She said, rolling her eyes.

Catching sight of you, Stu moved the funnel out of his mouth and stood up, stumbling a bit as he made his way over to the door. "Where have you guys been? We had to start without you!"

"Gathering all the snack we bought at the resort today," Sidney said, arms full of single serve bags of chips. "I think we got enough to make a couple bags worth," she laughed.

Billy walked down the steps, looking around the room for someone.

Stu leaned into Tatum, "Hey, could you run out to the bus and get my blue duffel bag? It's full of beer and I may have left it under the seat..."

"What am I, the beer wench?" Tatum said, stepping toward the cabin door.

None of you had heard from the killer since you left Woodsboro. It made you antsy at first but you were beginning to relax. "Hey," Billy walked over to you, looking down at you with those beautiful brown eyes of his.

Fuck, (Y/N), you've got to stop thinking about him like this.

"Where's Sid?" He smiled. "Over there," you said, cocking your head toward the kitchen counter where Sidney was emptying mini bags of chips into a bowl.

Billy was still looking down at you, studying your face. "What?"

"Nothing, just- how's your nose."

"It's fine, I told you. Honestly I don't even remember hitting it on anything, I think it was just dry from the cold air."

"Alright, just don't go passing out on me, I'm surprised you didn't get a concussion with the way you were flying down the hill." He snickered, tousling your hair and walking over towards Sidney.

He whispered something in her ear and the two of them walked over to you, still standing by the bottom of the stairs. Billy nodded at you, walking back up the stairs, Sidney close behind him. Before she followed him up the stairs she caught your arm.

"Billy and I are gonna go... talk... he- we kind of got into a little argument early, that's why he was acting so weird this morning. I'll explain later."

"Um- okay." You said, looking around the room. Most of your friends had left, Tatum was still off getting beer and Stu had disappeared, probably going to go bother his girlfriend.

You plopped down on the couch next to Randy, who was already on his third beer. "What's Leatherface doing here?" Randy slurred, wrapping an arm around your shoulder. "Come on, Randy. I know you don't like him because of your little thing for Sid," you poked him in the chest, "but he's a really nice guy. They got into something earlier and he wanted to apologize." "Yeah, okay... they're probably off having sex..." He mumbled, crossing his arms and directing his attention back to the movie.

Stu walked back into the room, calling over to you, "hey, (y/n)!" You looked up as Stu took a couple steps toward you, "can you help me find the cleaning supplies, I spilled a little something on my shirt?" "Yeah but, weren't you just with Tatum? She's been getting beer for a while."

"Yeah, she's fine." He said quickly.

You put your arms up, defensively, sliding past a group of your drunk classmates to get back to the base of the stairs.

"Have you tried checking the storage closet?" You said, smiling up at him.

"Come on, (y/n) gimme a break," he shoved you. The two of you stopped outside of a hall closet. The rest of the hallway was empty, the sounds from the party in the living room no more than muffled voices.

You tried to wiggle the handle of the closet but your hand slipped off of the doorknob. "Sorry," you laughed nervously as Stu raised an eyebrow at you, "sweaty palms."

You gave the handle another tug and the door burst open, something flying out of the closet and landing at your feed with a thud. You screamed, jumping back into Stu's chest. "Jesus, fuck!"

You leaned in to inspect the object that had nearly landed directly on top of you. It looked like an old blue tarp. Crouching down your peeled back a corner, noticing a lock of red hair sticking out of the plastic. "What the fuck...." You whispered, continuing to peel the tarp away until you came face to face with the glassy blue eyes of your third roommate, Lauren. "No..." you whimpered, stumbling backwards on the floor until you bumped into Stu's knee. You glanced up at him, tears in your eyes.

You didn't know if you were going to throw up or pass out. Stu helped you up, hand under your arm, like he was afraid if he let you go you'd fall back to the floor.

"We have to find Billy," he said, dragging you towards your room. "We have to go back downstairs and warn the others!"

Stu looked around the hall and then leaned in, speaking to you in a hushed tone. "Okay, okay, I'll go find Tatum, you go back to the party." You nodded at him, still holding back sobs. You had just seen a dead body; the killer could already be back downstairs, slaughtering all of your friends.

You ran down the steps, Stu on your heels as you burst into the living room and he ran out the front door. You stormed into the group of your classmates, interrupting Randy's speech about what not to do in a horror movie.

"He's here!" You said, grabbing Randy by the shoulders and shaking him. "He's here, upstairs, Stu and I-" you could barely get the words out, "we found-".

"Woah, easy there, (y/n). The killer is back in Woodsboro." "No! You aren't listening-" all of a sudden a scream cut through the cabin.

Sidney.

You bolted up the steps and toward your room, bursting through the door where a bloody scene was laid out in front of your eyes. Billy was laying on the floor, a bloody stain spreading across his white shirt. Standing in front of the window was the killer you thought you'd left behind in Woodsboro. He cocked his head to the side, looking at you, knife still dripping with Billy's blood.

"Sidney!" You shouted, grabbing her arm and pulling her toward the door. "We have to go, come on!"

You pushed her in front of you, the two of you ran down the hallway, flinging open a random door and piling inside. Sidney locked the door behind the two of you, hands shaking. "Billy-" she sobbed as you wrapped your arms around her, still shaken up yourself.

Screams sounded from downstairs. "Oh my god, we have to help them, we have to get down there." You said, hand reaching for the latch.

Sidney grabbed your wrist, "as long as we're in here, we're safe, okay?" She looked around, flicking on a light switch behind your head and illuminating the cramped room that surrounded the two of you. Looking up, the two of you noticed a hatch on the ceiling. "An attic." Sidney said, "come on, maybe if we get up there we can find a way out." You crouched down and let Sidney climb up onto your shoulders, standing up slightly so she could open the hatch on the ceiling and crawl up into the attic.

She reached her hand down to help you up but you paused. "Sidney, I have to go help them." "You're gonna get killed." She said, looking down at you, Billy's blood spattered across her face.

"I have to try." You said, opening the door with one last glance at your friend and running out into the hallway.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you creeped down the stairs, trying to keep your footsteps quiet. Scattered across the living room floor were the mutilated bodies of your classmates, Randy not among them.

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, running over your cheeks. You glanced at the front door. If you could run out into the street maybe you could flag down a car and get help. You made a beeline for the front door but tripped over the body of one of your classmates and knocking your head against the corner of a coffee table.

You groaned, looking up to see the masked killer standing above you. He shook his head slowly from side to side, crouching over you. You let out a choked sob. "This can't be it. I don't wanna die." You shut your eyes tightly, not wanting to see the knife plunge into your chest.

Nothing happens.

Slowly opening your eyes you realize you are once again alone in the room. Standing up slowly and rubbing your head you make your way over to the front door, swinging it open, your eyes met with Tatum's body hung from the front porch. You screamed, stumbling back into the living room, looking frantically around for the killer but he was nowhere to be seen.

"(Y/n)?"

You looked down the porch and saw Randy slowly standing up from where he was crouched behind the porch furniture. "(Y/n) listen to me... I know this sounds crazy but I think- I think the killer is Stu."

You played through the events of the evening in your head, Stu had disappeared for a while while Tatum had gone to get beer, but that didn't explain how he could've ended up in the room with Billy and Sidney. "I don't know," you shook your head, "nothing makes sense".

"Don't believe him (y/n)."

Stu appeared on the front lawn. "He killed Tatum and Billy." You stepped away further into the living room, not sure who to believe. "He finally went psycho," Stu said, stepping closer to the front porch where the body of his girlfriend was hanging.

The phone rings.

You eye the two boys standing outside of the cabin, slamming the door shut and dashing towards the phone, bringing it to your ear, "please," you sobbed, "you have to help me!"

"Having fun, (y/n)?"

Your blood ran cold. If the killer was on the phone then it couldn't be either of your friends. Still, you had a hard time trusting either of them with how strange they were acting. "Leave me alone!" You scream into the phone before hanging up.

Randy's pounding on the door, "(y/n)! Come on! He's going insane!"

You sink to the floor, crying and putting your hands in your hear when you start to hear floorboards creeping upstairs. Shaking, you look to the top of the steps to see Billy, covered in blood and clutching his chest. "Oh my god," you run over to meet him at the bottom of the stairs, holding his face in your hands. "We have to get help," he says weakly, eyes scanning your face. "Where's Sid?" Billy asks, facing you. "I don't know, I think she went to go look for help" you said. Not entirely a lie as Sidney had possibly found her way out of the attic by now.

Billy goes for the door but you grab his arm, pulling him back. "Don't, please, they're out there..." you whisper. Randy is still pounding on the door, screaming bloody murder.

Billy raises a finger to you lips and tells you to be quiet as he opens the door.

Randy comes running in, "oh god, Billy, you have to help me!"

"It's okay, it's okay." Billy comforts him.

"Stu's gone mad!" Randy yells, still clutching onto Billy.

Billy laughs, "we all go a little mad sometimes," he says, pulling out a knife and plunging it into Randy's chest.

"No!" You scream, backing away from Billy and towards the front door, "Anthony Perkins—Psycho." Billy steps toward you, knife in hand. "But you- you-", "I- I- what? Was dead?" Billy mocks, a false expression of pity on his face.

Stu is standing behind you now and you back straight into his chest. "Surprise, (y/n)." He says, white voice modulator box raised to his lips.

Tears are spilling down your face now, paralyzed by disbelief. You're sandwiched between Billy and Stu, Billy now bringing the blunt edge of his knife to rest under your chin, tilting your head up toward him. He presses a bloody finger up to your lips. "Go on," he coos, "taste it," he whispers. "W-what?" You murmur as Stu grips your wrists tightly behind your back. "You heard him" he says, still using the voice modulator. Slowly, you open your mouth.

"Good girl," Billy grins, slipping a finger into your mouth.

Corn syrup.

Your eyes grow wide. This whole thing was planned; Billy and Stu were the killers the whole time and you never suspected them once. Your mind ran through all the times where either Billy or Stu had suspiciously shown up where the killer had just struck.

"This can't be happening," you sobbed.

"You've made this really complicated for us, (y/n)." Billy said, tilting your head up toward him with the edge of his knife.

"You know, this was supposed to be just to get back at Sidney's whore mother," "but then it got kind of fun," interrupted Stu. Billy shot him a dirty look and continued talking, "we had this whole plan, kidnapped her dad and everything. But you kept getting in the way. We tried to kill you that night, you know? But Stu was such a fucking pussy, couldn't handle getting stabbed in the leg."

You said nothing, the feeling of betrayal and sheer terror were too overpowering.

"And now you're gonna be a good girl and tell us where Sidney is?" Billy smiled sweetly,

"or Stu will string you up just like he did to his little girlfriend."

[ravenclaw-daydreams]

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨 | 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐧𝐞𝐫

Warnings: mention of assassination, graphic smut, adult content, mentions of murder, pervy men in the workplace, falling for a villain, guns, mentions of pregnancy, unprotected sex, alcohol.

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Summary: Jackson just wants a normal life but thanks to his business, his chances were slim. but after meeting you, his chances it doesn't seem like such a long shot anymore.

A/N: Reading Jack's Villian wiki gave me the idea, and the personality section is what really set it in motion. He's more human than we thought, folks. I felt VERY inclined to write this. :)

Jack wasn't proud of his work. He never was. But he knew that once he got into the business, he could never get out. And as fate would have it, you met him on the job.

Your boss was a ruthless, lying, manipulative son of a bitch, and you just so happened to be his receptionist. You hated your job and the way your pig of a boss would always make it sickeningly obvious he was starring at your breasts when asking you to make a call. You hated him. Sometimes you would imagine ways to kill the bastard and get away with it too.

Apparently, someone else had the same idea, but actually took the initiative of hiring an assassin. That's where you came in.

It was a late Friday night, and after a long grueling day of putting up with your boss's demands, you were so happy to see the front door of your home. You couldn't wait to collapse on the couch with a glass of red wine and have a leisurely weekend.

You fiddled with your keys as you tried to find the right one. 'Why the hell did I have all those keys anyways?' you thought to yourself bitterly as you shuffled them around.

But the sound of a gun cocking from behind you made you freeze. Air caught in your throat as you tried to convince yourself you didn't just hear what you thought you heard.

"Don't let me stop you," a smooth masculine voice from behind you sneered, pressing what you presumed to be the barrel of the gun point-blank onto your back, "Unlock the door, step inside. Scream and you die."

You gave a small nod, your search for the right key more frantic now, and once you found it, your shaking hand fumbled with it before finally slipping it into the keyhole, your trembling hand opening the door, and you felt yourself get pushed inside.

The door slammed behind you, and that's when you whipped around, now face to face with your captor. The gun was still pointed at you, but the man who was holding it was what stopped you in your tracks.

If someone told you that morning that you were going to be held at gunpoint by one of the most attractive men you had ever seen in your life, you would have laughed in their face. But you weren't laughing now.

"What do you want?" you managed to squeak out, his piercing blue eyes bore into yours.

"Well, I have a job to do, to put it plainly, and you're one of the only people that can help me complete it," he began to explain, "And you don't have a choice."

"What are you wanting from me?"

"Your boss. I want you to call him and tell him that there's something going on and he needs to swing by the office. Once he obliges, my guys who are waiting outside the building as we speak will take it from there."

"You're going to kill him?" you gasped. Sure, you considered doing it yourself, but you never thought anyone would actually try to do it.

"You don't need to worry about that. What you need to worry about is the gun that's pointed at you right now," he concluded, reaching for your home phone, politely holding it out for you to take.

You paused, and he raised a brow. Out of instinct, you tried to bolt past him to the front door, but when you realized it wasn't going to work, it was too late. He grabbed you violently as you thrashed in his grasp before he collapsed the two of you on the couch. He held you in one position until he felt your breathing calm, your neck in a headlock as you faced away from him, panting like an angry dog.

"Stop getting cute," he hissed next to your ear, and even though you couldn't see his face, you knew his teeth were gritting.

He finally trusted you wouldn't pull anything else after he gave a harsh squeeze to your trapped throat, and he let you go, and you immediately scooted to the other side of the couch.

You felt his eyes on you, and with a sudden jerked movement, he held out what you thought was the gun, making you flinch. But with a double-take, you realized it was just the phone.

You reached out, taking it, his eyes never leaving yours. You felt as if you could see something in his gaze. Something longing. Something not quite there. Reluctance.

Shaken fingers press the numbers as you click 'dial', but before you could hold it up to your ear, your captor stopped you.

"Nuh-uh. Speaker."

You nodded, pressing the speaker button before the dial tone echoed through your home. After three times, the line was suddenly picked up.

"What the hell are you doing calling at this hour?" your boss's harsh voice hissed through the phone.

"Yeah, Mr. Snider, there seems to be something happening at the office. Someone from the administration is here and demanding to see you," you tried your best to sound convincing.

"What do they fucking want?" he scorned, his tone making you flinch.

"I wish I knew, sir. They won't tell me anything," you tried to force a smile in your voice.

"Fucking useless," he grunted, making you shift uncomfortably.

"Should I tell them you're on your way?" you proposed.

"Fuck. Fine. I'll be there in 15. And hey, don't get bitchy with me, yeah? Don't forget, you work for me."

"Yes sir," you muttered, loud enough for him to hear.

All the while Jack was watching your reactions. He saw how you flinched at strong tones and saddened at the insults.

The sound of the line going dead was what snapped him back to reality, your still shaking hand setting it down on the coffee table.

"Is that all you needed?" you finally spoke.

"I wish I could say yes," his words made your gaze shift to the floor in disappointment, "I need to stay here until the deed is done."

"How long will that be?"

"After I make this phone call to let the guys know the target is on his merry way, we'll wait until I get a call back. Then we can part ways and you'll never speak of it to anyone. Or else I will have no other choice but to come back and kill you."

You curled in on yourself, resting your chin on your knees as you didn't answer, the sounds of a number being dialed making you cringe.

The sudden movement of him standing up made you flinch, and for a second you thought you almost saw a look of sympathy flash through his eyes before he held the phone to his ear, waiting for the other line to pick up.

"Stu? Yeah. Yeah, she called. He's on his way. He'll be there in 10. Make it look believable, yeah? Clients aren't paying us for anything that looks tacky."

Jack continued his conversation on the phone as he made his way to your kitchen, still in clear view of you. A few moments later he came back, the phone now hung up, a glass of water in his hand.

"Drink," he commanded.

"I'm not thirsty,"

He suddenly set the phone down, taking one of your hands and wrapping it around the cup, "I don't want you passing out on me. Drink," he commanded again.

Now it felt as if you had no choice. You lifted the cups to your lips, gently sipping as he watched you like a hawk until all the water was down your throat.

"Good girl," he praised jokingly, setting the glass on the table.

He then sat down with you on the couch. There was a prolonged silence.

"What's your name?" you finally asked.

He turned to you and cocked a brow.

"Sorry... just trying to make conversation," with an assassin you added bitterly in your head.

He scoffed, the room going back to silence, the two of you waiting... listening.

"Jackson."

"What?" you questioned, looking at him.

"My name. It's Jackson."

"Oh," you replied, "Well, I'm (name)."

"I know," he smirked.

You mentally facepalmed. Of course he did. He was an or assassin for fuck's sake.

"Can I call you Jack?" you asked meekly.

"Seeing as you won't ever see me again, sure. I haven't been called Jack since I was a kid though."

You could tell he was trying to open up. Just a little. Besides, he was right. It wasn't like he was ever going to see you again.

"Why?"

"Rippner. It's my last name," he explained.

"Oh shit," you said in spite of it not being lady-like, "That was a dick move on your parent's part."

"Tell me about it."

The conversation unfolded. You spoke about names, childhood experiences, hell, even what your favorite ice cream flavor was. It was a careless conversation with the mentality of getting everything out there.

You almost forgot that your boss was being killed right as you spoke. You felt the man in front of you open up. He was okay with being vulnerable with you.

That was until the phone rang, Jack rushing to pick it up.

"Yeah?"

His facial expression was unreadable as you watched him. Finally, he hung up the phone, his face returning to the same cold and distant look it had the moment you two had met.

"Well, (name), this is where we part ways," he began, but before he could walk to the front entryway, you grabbed his hand.

He looked startled as he turned around, his eyes searching your face for an answer. Your move was bold. Risky. But you were willing to take it.

"Don't go." your mouth moved before you could stop it.

He narrowed his eyes, almost as if he didn't believe it was you talking. Yet his hand was still being held tightly in yours.

"Please don't go."

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1 Year Later

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You flipped in your sleep, half awake when you realized the spot next to you was bare, the indent of the once sleepless man in his place. You sighed as you flipped back over, looking at the clock.

2:15 am.

You pulled yourself away from your kingdom of soft pillows and blankets and slipped out of bed, your feet pressing against the hardwood of your home. You left the bedroom, crept down the hallway, and when you were finally met with the living area of your home, you were met with the form of your lover.

He was hunched over on the couch, hovering over a glass of red wine that rested in his hand. He seemed to be lost in thought, his blue eyes no longer piercing but distant.

The creak of the floorboards under you gave your position away, the man glancing up at you, spooked.

An instant look of regret graced his beautiful features, "Honey, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you."

"Hush," you sighed, "It's warmer out here anyway," you concluded.

"Even without your mountain of blankets?" he smirked, thinking of how adorable you looked cuddled up under the mound of linen.

"The bed is always cold when you're not in it," you whined, stilling next to him as he continued to nurse his glass of red liquid.

"Sorry love," he sighed, setting down the glass before wrapping his arms around you, your head resting on his chest as you listened in on his heartbeat. It was soft and lulling as you felt your eyes begin to droop.

That was, until you felt his hard-on press up against your back. A smirk crossed your lips.

"Is this why you couldn't sleep?" you questioned, subtly rubbing up against his bulge as you heard his breath catch in his throat.

"As I said," he muttered, "Didn't want to wake you."

"You could have just said so," you sat up, giving him a passionate kiss, one hand going in his hair, the other going down to his crotch, where he let out a primal groan at the feeling of your touch.

"I'm gonna be honest, I'm not really in the mood for foreplay," he stated, his hand reaching your lace panties and ripping them off, pulling you on his lap so you straddled him.

He pulled his boxers down to his knees, his cock springing up. The tip was flushed and angry, pre-cum leaking from the tip, the ridges of his veins pumping.

You bit your lip as you hovered over his gorgeous cock before sinking down slowly, the both of you moaning as you become one. Not long after you began to bounce up and down on his cock.

Jack growled as he grabbed a hold of your hips, helping you as he lifted you on and off his cock, searching for solace in orgasm. His eyes locked with yours as you rode him, and in his eyes, you found nothing but love and admiration, every part of him screaming in appreciation for you.

To put it plainly, he loved the way you loved.

You felt yourself tighten, yet to your disdain, your lover found his release first, a loud groan escaping his lips as he poured himself into you, the warmth in your belly growing as you felt him let go.

By the time he was finished, he was completely blissed out, but you weren't done yet. You wanted to cum. You pulled him out of you, and he watched as his spend dripped out of your swollen mound.

Before he could ask if you were okay, you were already back on him, your thighs now straddling one of his.

"What are you doing?" he asked darkly, raising a brow.

"Shut up," you hissed, rubbing your clit on the meat of his thigh, not wanting to lose any fraction that was already built up.

He caught the hint, his hands finding your hips once again as he helped you drag your throbbing cunt against the skin of his leg. All the while, he whispered filthy things in your ear, knowing it would get you there faster.

"Look at you go. Bet you're not so tired now, eh? Humping my leg like a little bunny. Such a good girl, huh?" he coaxed in your ear, and you nodded desperately, immediately agreeing with whatever he was saying. You just wanted to cum.

Finally, you felt yourself come right up to the edge. Jack knew all your body language perfectly, smirking at you as he began to speak.

"Come on, cum for me, baby. Let me watch you cum,"

And you did. Oh, you did. Your ears rang as your eyes shut tight, feeling your body tense and shake as you let your orgasm sweep you away.

Jack helped you ride through it, his words of praise now seeping into your brain.

"Good girl, there you go," he crooned as you began to catch your breath.

You panted as you slumped against him, hearing his heartbeat once more, matching your breathing with his. You felt him press a small kiss to the crown of your head.

"Thank you," he whispered, and all you could do was nod.

Then he began to stand, "Now come on. Let's go take a shower."

"Can I bring the wine?" you asked intently.

"Fuck it," he laughed.

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3 Months Later

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"You're doing it again,"

Jack looked up at you at the sound of your voice. He was sitting there, his hands folded and his jaw clenched, his leg bouncing up and down in anxiety as he went back to staring at the developing pregnancy test on the table.

"What?" he finally said.

"You're overthinking. I can see it in your face."

He rolled his eyes, seeming harsher than he intended. But he was nervous. In complete honesty, you were the first thing Jack had that had any semblance of normal. and after the things he's done and after the things he'd seen, normal was everything he wanted. And that's what this baby meant.

He craved normal. Life as an assassin didn't really scream domestic. But with you, everything he had ever wanted was wherever you were.

"Whatever the test reads, we'll be okay," you ensured, walking behind him and wrapping your arms around the anxious man, doing your best to calm his rapturing nerves.

"Yeah," he agreed, taking a deep breath, "We'll be okay."

The timer suddenly went off, the both of you perking up, chomping at the bit to get to the test, your fingers clutching it as you looked at it.

You gasped.

Jack froze.

You bolted into his arms, test in hand, bawling like a baby.

"You're gonna be a dad, Jack! You're gonna be a dad!!" you squealed, your arms wrapped tightly around him as he held you tight.

He began to tear up, "Really?"

You pulled back and nodded, showing him the test that read positive. He took it in his hands as a means to do a double-take, looking at the two little blue lines.

Without a word, he embraced you again, holding you tighter. His voice was muffled against your shoulder. From him came a small:

"Thank you."

[looooooooomis]

Somebody’s Baby

a stu macher x fem!reader one shot requested by the lovely @slasherscream​ 

I try to shut my eyes, but I can't get her outta my sight. I know I'm gonna know her, but I gotta get over my fright.

pairing: Stu Macher x fem!reader word count: 5.6k warnings: s m u t, longing, fluff, angst, oral, teasing, honestly I went off (my bad)

Stu Macher never really did stand a chance. At least not when it came to you.

He was putty in your hands, whether you knew it or not. He’d do anything for you, everything for you – even if that meant taking a backseat to Billy Loomis. He had to admit, it was gutting to watch you and Billy interact the way you did. The two of you were close – hell, the three of you were close – but there was something about you and Billy that seemed to just…make sense.

And, for the most part, Stu was okay with that. For the most part being the key words. Because, fuck, he’d be a liar if he said that tonight of all nights wasn’t bothering him. It was a night not unlike any other. The three of you had decided on a movie that Stu couldn’t really bring himself to care about all too much as you and Billy harped on and on about whatever it was the two of you were talking about, but it was your attitude that was rubbing him the wrong way.

You were distant tonight. You were cold. You seemed to smile real big whenever Billy would make a comment about the movie but if Stu said a goddamn word it was as though he’d sucker punched you in the gut. It didn’t feel angry, or at least he didn’t think you were angry, but there was something off about the whole damn thing and it was driving him mental.

You were tucked away in the chair with your knees curled up into your chest, frowning at a particularly bloody scene on the TV, a seemingly important one too, but Stu couldn’t bring himself to watch it. He was far too busy trying to discern what the lines on your forehead meant, what the furrowed brow and small, barely-there frown on that pretty face of yours meant. Had he unknowingly done something wrong? He didn’t think so, but stupid shit came out of his mouth all day long so, he supposed, it wasn’t impossible.

But there was a niggling feeling in his gut that told him that couldn’t be it. You weren’t mad or annoyed, you were cold. You were distant. It was as though you’d barricaded yourself away from him and done so with purpose. But why?

Why, why, why?

“It’s eight, Stu,” Billy muttered, far too engrossed in the movie to bother looking his way. “Didn’t you have to be at whatsername’s by eight-thirty?”

Glancing down at the time on his watch, Stu stretched out his long limbs and chanced another look at you only to find that your eyes were solely focused on the wall just beyond the television. For a moment, he remained still, waiting for you to do something. To look at him, to make a quip about his date, to do literally anything besides ignore him, but when your stare remained cast ahead, Stu sighed and stood up to his full height. “Yeah, yeah, I’m going.” He griped. “Think she’ll put out?”

It was meant to be a joke, something to lighten the mood or, at the very least, get you to crack a smile or roll your eyes, but when all you did was continue in your stare-off with the fucking wall, Stu’s stomach fell.

What the fuck was your problem tonight?

“Tact, fucker. Y/N is right here.” Billy rolled his eyes but shot him a small smirk. “And if she has a brain, don’t count on it.”

“Hilarious,” Stu mocked. “You guys need anything before I go? Some water? Some beer? Handful of condoms?”

“Fuck off,” Billy cracked a grin. “Don’t do anything stupid tonight.” He gave Stu a knowing look, being sure to keep his mouth shut around you in fear of letting anything regarding their little charade slip.

“Me?” Stu feigned hurt. “Never.”

Once again, he waited for you to say anything – a goodbye, at the very least – but when he got nothing in return, Stu merely rolled his eyes and walked out of the house.

You, on the other hand, remained stoic as ever as you blinked back a flurry of tears daring to spill out of the corners of your eyes. Your heart was in your stomach and your nails, which had been digging into your palms for the better half of the evening, carved out tiny half-moons into the sensitive flesh as you fought back every urge you had to scream and yell at the idiot for leaving you yet again.

The sound of the front door shutting was enough to make your body relax just enough for a few stray tears to roll down your cheeks. You were just so mad and so incredibly hurt all at once and, while you should have been used to it by now, it never got any easier watching that tall bitch of a man you’d grown to love over the years walk out for yet another date with another woman who was not yourself.

“You okay?” Billy asked, lulling his head towards you from his spot on the couch. He was the one person in the world to know your true feelings about Stu Macher and, while he’d never admit to it out loud, you knew he was oddly protective of you when it came to Stu’s idiocy, especially where his dating life was concerned.

You swallowed hard, not quite trusting your voice in fear of breaking down in front of him. So, instead, you remained silent and barely nodded. Was it hot in here or was it just you? You suddenly felt like you couldn’t breathe as you sat in the dark room with Billy to your left and Stu now long gone. Deep breaths, you thought to yourself, squeezing your palms yet again. Deep, calming breaths.

You heard Billy sigh as he paused the movie. “Y/N,” he muttered, his tone careful, “how’s he going to know how you feel if you don’t actually say shit about it?”

Through the thick blanket of tears still gathering in your eyes, you focused your glare on the dark-haired man. “Fuck off,” you barked out, “like it’s that easy.”

“It is,” he shrugged. “What’s stopping you?”

“The idiot has a date every week, Billy,” you hissed, “am I supposed to show up with a bouquet of fucking roses declaring my feelings as his tongue’s down some other girls’ throat?” With your emotions at an all-time high, you stood up from the chair and raised a shaky hand to anxiously toy with your hair. “I mean does he have to parade his shit around here the way he does? It drives me nuts.”

Billy remained quiet and still as he watched you pace in front of the tv. He’d seen this frenzied look on your face only once before, but he knew what was coming next. It wasn’t often that you let your feelings finally bubble over to the brink of explosion, but if your current state was any indication, he was about to witness a breakdown.

Standing up to his full height, Billy quietly walked towards you and placed his hands on either shoulder, holding you in place as his brown eyes searched your own watery gaze. “Hey,” he cooed, brow puckered. “Stu’s a fucking idiot if he doesn’t see what’s in front of him.”

You chewed on your lip in an attempt to contain the sob desperately clawing its way up your throat. “I can’t watch him do it anymore, Bill,” you finally said, barely above a whisper. “It just hurts too much.”

It wasn’t often you were met with the soft side of Billy Loomis, but you cherished those moments – though so far and few between – each and every time. With a sigh, Billy wrapped his arms around your shoulders and tugged you close. He said nothing, though, because what could he say? Stu was a fucking moron when it came to you, he knew as much, but uttering those words at a time like this would only hurt you more.

You sniffed, your tears bleeding into the cotton of his white t-shirt. “I swear he—”

“Wow,” Stu’s voice rang out into the silence of the room. Snapping your head towards his sudden appearance, you froze in Billy’s arms, terrified of just how much he’d heard. At first, he seemed to just stand there for a second, staring at the two of you wrapped up in each other’s arms with a resigned, almost defeated look in his blue eyes. But all at once, in typical Stu fashion, that serious undertone slowly morphed into an almost amused sneer. “You two move fast, huh? Guess I should’ve grabbed those condoms.”

You rolled your eyes, barely hearing Billy’s sly comeback as you gently pushed him away. That heaviness in your chest that had made you cry only seconds prior was now a raging fire inside of your chest. The audacity this big, dumb, ass of a man had.

“Hilarious, Stu,” you griped, sniffing as you walked back to your chair. “Forever the comedian.”

“Hey,” he held his hands up in surrender. “No shame in it, I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

“You didn’t interrupt shit,” Billy said. “And you know it.”

“What are you even doing back?” You snapped, glowering across at the idiot. “Or did you get bored of this one already?” You made a show of looking down at your watch-less wrist. “Five whole minutes, that’s got to be a new record.”

Stu pretended to laugh. “I forgot my wallet, ice queen,” he grabbed his wallet off of the table but continued to glare down at you. “What’s your problem tonight, anyway? You’ve got a stick shoved so far up your ass it’s practically coming out of your—”

“I wouldn’t go there,” Billy warned, flicking the play button on the remote. “Stop while you’re ahead.”

Stu barely glanced at him. “Nah, Billy,” he shrugged and took a seat on the edge of the couch closest to where you sat. “I’m curious. Can’t a guy be curious as to why a broad suddenly decides to give you the cold shoulder?”

“I warned you,” Billy merely shrugged.

“A broad?” You growled. “Get fucked, Macher.”

“What is your issue?” Stu reiterated. “I’m serious. You’ve been acting like a—”

“I’m not getting into this with you.” Pushing yourself off of the chair, you stormed passed both men towards the front door. “Enjoy your date, dipshit.”

Stu watched you go in utter confusion but before he could get up to follow you and continue this entire fiasco, Billy smacked him upside the head. “Leave her be, idiot,” he merely said, not tearing his eyes away from The Exorcist. “Let her cool off.”

“Cool off?” Stu asked with a furrowed brow. “Cool off from what? You two got that heated that fast that she stormed out because I came back inside?”

A long, deep, heavy sigh escaped Billy’s lips as he – yet again – had to pause the movie. His eye twitched in irritation as he surveyed the almost dopey look on Stu’s face. “I just want to watch this damned movie and it’s like a fucking soap opera with you two.”

Stu blinked. “What are you talking about?”

“You seriously don’t know, do you?” When all he received was a blank stare from his friend, Billy pinched the bridge of his nose and swore under his breath. “You’re even dumber than you look, you know that?”

»»————-¤————-««

It was a few hours later when there was a casual knock at your front door. Your parents were gone for the night and, as you glanced at the time, your stomach gave a nervous twist. It was nearing midnight and, while it was a Friday and you were by no means tired, just who would be knocking at your door this late at night eluded you.

Debating on whether or not to answer, you remained firmly situated on your couch as you eyed the front door in disdain. Maybe if you waited long enough, they’d move onto the next house and your life could be spared for another night. But, before you could get too much hope on the matter, another loud knock erupted from the door. This time, however, followed by an all too familiar voice.

“Hey dipshit,” Stu’s muffled voice rang out, “open up.”

“The fuck?” You whispered in confusion before making your way to the front door. Sure enough, as you unfastened the lock, there he stood. Stu Macher in all his glory. His eyes were somewhat wild as he silently stood on your front porch, soaking you in from all angles as his Adams apple bobbed up and down in his throat. For the first time in…well, ever, it appeared Stu was at a loss for words.

“Stu, what the hell?” You asked. “My parents could have been home do you know how late it is?”

“Yeah,” he simply said, not moving an inch from where he stood. “But this couldn’t wait.”

You blinked. “What couldn’t wait?” You asked, glancing over his shoulder to see if this was some weird prank that he and Billy thought up. “Come inside, you’re freaking me out.”

“I—” His words seemed to die on his tongue. “I just need to know if it’s true.”

You frowned. “If what’s true?” You racked your brain for a possible answer but came up empty. “Did something come up on your date or something? If it’s about that rumour with me and Matt Sewinski, I promise you that’s not true. The guy’s a creep.”

Stu shook his head but his eyes remained glued to your face, unblinking. “No,” he simply said, “and I didn’t end up going out with Heather.”

You wrinkled your nose. “I thought it was Sarah tonight?”

Stu shut his eyes in sheer annoyance. “Heather, Sarah, whoever the fuck it was,” he opened those blue eyes open again and the raw intensity inside of them made you take a small step back. “I didn’t go.”

You swallowed hard and suddenly felt a wave of nausea overcome you. “Why?” You gulped out.

Stu licked his lips and ran a hand through his hair. He was yet to step foot inside your house and between the maniacal look in his eye and the chilled breeze seeping in through the open door, you shivered absentmindedly. “I talked to Billy.”

Four words. Four tiny little words was all it took to make the room around you spin on its axis. A cold sweat broke out across your chest as you averted your eyes to the wall directly beside his head. Maybe if you didn’t quite look him in the face, you could get out of what was about to become an incredible awkward, painful situation. With your breath trembling, you swallowed again and tried to find your voice. “About what?”

Stu cocked his head to the side. “Y/N,” he warned, “cut the shit.”

Another painful gulp. Your throat felt like it was closing in on you as you stood there facing the boy you’d been in love with for as long as you could remember. You’d often dreamt of this day, the day where he’d finally realize your feelings only to have them reciprocated fully – but when you’d pictured it, Stu looked a lot less crazy than he did looking back at you now. But, even still, there was a glimmer of emotion shining brightly behind those blue eyes that made your breath hitch in your throat.

It made you nervous.

Worse, it made you hopeful.

“Stu,” you tried to find some conviction in your tone, but your nerves got the better of you. “Can you just get inside first? You’re scaring me.” Despite feeling as though you were going to faint, you managed to reach across the divide to yank him inside of your house. Locking the door behind you, you took a few even breaths before turning back around to face him. “What did Billy say?”

Stu ignored your question as he began to pace around your hallway. He was this tall, broad, string bean of a man on a regular day, but the mass of him tonight was all encompassing as he governed your foyer. “Seven years,” he began, his voice slightly shaky. “We’ve known each other for seven fucking years, Y/N. And I’ve hung on your every fucking word for all of six years, eight months and a handful of days, give or take.” He turned on his heel rather abruptly to face you. “But you liked Billy.”

You opened your mouth to respond to the first half of his statement before realization dawned on you. Grimacing, you shook your head. “Billy? He’s like my brother, where the hell did that come from?”

“You act like he hung the fucking moon, Y/N!” He exclaimed, emphatically. “What was I supposed to think?”

“What?” You shook your head in sheer confusion. “Okay, one thing at a time. Billy is one of my best friends. So are you. What’s the problem here?”

“The probl—?” Stu laughed. “The problem? For seven fucking years you’ve been the first person I think of when I wake up and the last person I think of before I go to sleep. And literally every fucking second in between. And this whole goddamn time, I thought you were in love with Billy.”

You were reeling. You weren’t entirely sure if your heart was beating as loud as it appeared to be, but you were sure he could hear it from where he stood a few feet away. “I—” You tried to form a sentence – any sentence – but nothing seemed to suffice. “But the dates?” Were the only words that seemed to spill from your lips. “You were dating – are dating – constantly.”

“Yeah,” he breathed out, “wonder why.”

You weren’t sure when you’d done it or just how your legs managed to carry you back into the living room, but you found yourself falling against the arm of the couch in an almost dream-like state. “What are you trying to say?”

“I’m not trying to say anything,” Stu fussed. “I want to know if what Billy told me was true.” He walked up to you and searched your face. “Do you love me?”

You didn’t answer at first. You couldn’t. Not when it felt as though your lungs were about to explode in your chest. You must have opened your mouth a dozen times over, each time with the promise of a formative sentence, but nothing seemed to suffice.

Suddenly Stu’s hands were on you. Squeezing your thighs with those large hands, he demanded your focus as he swooped down and caught your eye. “I need you to answer me, doll.”

You were so focused in on the overwhelmingly glorious feeling of his hands on your thighs that you forgot to answer. Hell, you forgot to breathe. It wasn’t until you slowly managed to tear your eyes away from his hands to trail up the rest of his body towards that striking face of his, that you found your words.

“You came to my house at midnight. You’ve been the one going on dates like it’s a part time job. You’re the one claiming to have been hanging on my every word for the better half of our friendship so, no, Stu, I’m not saying a fucking word until you tell me what it is that brought you here this late?” You pushed his hands off of your thighs and stood up. “All I’ve done this entire time is sit idly by and watch you carry on like Heffner at the Playboy Mansion. You want me to answer you? Not until I get a—”

Your answer came in the form of a kiss.

On instinct, your hands tangled through his hair as his tongue slid along your bottom lip. He might have been on your shit list at the moment, but fuck he was a good kisser. You’d been thinking about this very moment for as long as you could remember. Longer, even, and god was it everything you thought it would be and more.

His hands were on your face at first, cradling it gently as he backed you into the sofa, and then they were on your neck, holding you close as his tongue massaged against your own. Shivering beneath his touch, you instinctively leaned into his broad chest as the pair of you continue to stand there, kissing like your lives depended on it.

“Stu,” you mumbled against his lips. “What are we doing?”

“Kissing” he rasped out before finding your lips yet again. “Bed or couch?”

Every red flag in your head was going off to stop this and properly talk about what was not so subtly insinuated only seconds prior, but he just felt so good and you’d wanted this so so long. “Bed,” you told him breathlessly, without a second thought.

Stu wasted no time in leading you towards your bedroom, kissing his way down your neck as you stumbled down the narrow hallway. Obviously losing his patience about halfway through, he pushed you up against the wall and trailed sloppy kisses down your jaw and neck. “I love you, if that wasn’t obvious.” He breathed out. “Like, a lot.”

His words struck you blind. Ever the dutiful distraction, however, Stu’s hand trailed down your sweatshirt before settling on the waistband of your pajama shorts. Your body reacted to the promise of his hand. Arching into him, you bit your lip and sighed in contentment as his fingers slipped beneath the band. You were already soaked. Your body responded to the man in a way you couldn’t begin to comprehend, and you weren’t sure you wanted to. And as his middle finger slid into your folds, instantly finding your clit, a soft moan escaped your lips.

“Is this the horny part of your brain talking?” You growled, tugging at the ends of his hair so that you had full access to his lips. “Or are you serious?”

“So fucking serious.” He hummed into your mouth. He pinched your clit, garnering a rather surprised hiss to escape from your lips as your entire body lurched forward. Hearing him chuckle, you popped an eye and began to pull his shirt over his head. When you tossed it across the hallway, his eyes met yours. “Do you love me?”

“Yeah, but I have bone to pick with you first,” you chided, doing your best to control your breathing as he quickened his pace on your clit.

He ducked his head down to bite your lip. “Unless it’s this bone,” he ground his hips into you, and you could feel his rock-hard erection even through his jeans. “It can wait.”

You laughed before you could think of stopping yourself. “Jesus Christ, you’re disgusting.”

He was smirking across at you. “You love it.”

Still grinning, you rolled your eyes before your lips took refuge on his neck. Which, as it turned out, was a massive turn-on for Stu Macher. Running your tongue along it and nipping at the sensitive flesh, was getting him incredibly riled up if the bulge in his jeans was any indication. Biting down on the sensitive flesh, the groan it drew out of his mouth was enough to make your already wet pussy clench around his fingers.

“Fuck,” he drew out, sliding the finger that had been assaulting your clit only seconds prior inside of you.

You let out a small moan of your own as you hurriedly got to work on his belt. “Why the fuck wouldn’t you just tell me how you felt?” When you’d managed to practically rip it off of his waist, you wasted no time in unzipping his jeans. His cock sprung free within seconds.

“I thought you liked Billy,” he rasped out gruffly as you began to pump his cock with your hand. “What was I supposed to do?”

You wiggled free from the hand currently down your shorts and dropped to your knees. Looking up at him through your thick eyelashes, you raised your brow. “You could have asked me?” You reminded him, swirling your tongue around the tip of that perfectly girthy cock. The man might have been a pain in the ass but good god he had the assets to make up for it.

Stu braced himself against the wall behind you and threw his head back. Fuck, you were lethal with that mouth of yours. “Hindsight,” he breathed out.

You released his cock with a pop. “You’re an idiot.” Was all you said before getting back to work. With your hand, you circled the base of his dick and took the length of him inside your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip each time you made your way back up.

He grabbed your hair and gave it a firm pull. “Fuck,” he growled. “Keep going.”

You hummed against his dick, digging your nails into his thigh briefly before looking back up at him. “Or what?” He allowed his forehead to fall against his forearm currently stabilizing him against the wall. You knew you were driving him crazy, but he’d done the same thing to you for the last seven years and you were nothing if not a petty bitch when you wanted to be. “Say it again.”

He furrowed his brow. “Say what?” Realization dawned on him. “Fuck, baby, you keep doing that I’ll put a ring on your finger tomorrow.” Stu’s blue eyes were hungrily taking you in. How you’d managed to stay fully dressed as he stood there with his jeans around his ankles and his cock out was beyond him but, sure enough, that was his reality. “I love you. A lot.”

You dug your nails into his thigh again, and slowly licked up the base of his cock. “Hmm,” you hummed with a nod of your head, releasing it to stand up to your full height. His eyes were pleading with you to finish him off, but as you slinked up the wall and mirrored his hungry gaze, he surprised you by sliding his calloused hand up the side of your neck until it cupped your cheek. You were practically nose-to-nose as he slowly pinned you against the wall and, as he leaned forward and nudged your nose with his, a slow, lazy grin broke out across your face. “I love you, too.”

Slowly, you leaned in and kissed him. Unlike the deliberate make-out session you’d had minutes prior, this kiss was slow and methodical. When you pulled away, you kissed the tip of his nose and nodded towards your bedroom. “Get on the bed.”

Stu’s eyebrows shot up in amusement. “Pushy.”

You gave his dick a tug. “Go.”

He swooped in again and kissed you before haphazardly kicking off his shoes and jeans, punting them across the hallway as he backed you into your bedroom. When you were close enough to your bed, he broke the kiss to peel off your sweatshirt. Throwing it across the room, his hands were back on you within seconds, kneading and massaging your breasts before taking one in his mouth. Expertly, his tongue ran along your nipple before he began to suck and nip at them. Arching into his mouth, you fisted a handful of his hair and groaned as he pulled you in even closer.

“Stu,” you moaned, shutting your eyes momentarily as you allowed yourself to get lost in the feeling of his mouth on your tits. The man truly was a god with his tongue.

But you had a trick up your sleeve. A little payback, if you will. And this, melting into his mouth, was not part of the plan.

Hating yourself, you pushed him away. The back of his knees hit your bed and you watched as he fell back onto the soft mattress with a slight bounce. There was confusion in his stare as he sat there ogling you. “Get over here,” he beckoned, voice low.

Slowly, you shimmied out of your pajama shorts, feeling his eyes on you every step of the way as you stepped out of them and walked towards the bed. Towards him. Sitting himself up, he opened his legs so you could step between them. His hands were slow as they trailed up and down your thighs, hips, and waist before sliding around to your ass. Squeezing and pulling at your cheeks, he pulled you closer and placed a tender kiss to your sternum before craning his neck up to peer up at you.

“I always knew you had a thing for my ass.” You raked your fingers through his hair, pushing it back and away from his forehead as you grinned down at him.

His answer came in the form of another firm squeeze of your ass only rather than stop there, he tugged you closer until you were tumbling onto his lap. You gripped his shoulders as you straddled his lap, subtly grinding your hips so his erection settled between the folds of your pussy, rubbing against your clit.

“Lay down on your stomach,” he uttered. When he noticed your apprehension, he raised a single eyebrow up at you and squeezed again. “Do you trust me?”

You nodded mutely and did as you were told. And, before you knew it, you were sliding off of his lap to lay stomach-down on your bed. You felt the bed shift as Stu crawled towards you but before you could question him on it, you felt his hands slide beneath your hips to pull you up so that your ass was raised in the air.

“What are you—”

Your words died in your throat as you felt his tongue glide along your pussy. Gasping, you nearly buckled forward, but caught yourself on your pillow. You were face down, buried in the comforter and pillows of your bed, but with your hips bent at the level Stu had moved them into, he had full access to both your pussy and your ass. You could feel his fingers kneading into your ass as his lapped up your every fold until settling on your clit. You groaned and buried your face into the pillow as he began to suck your clit. You could hear how wet you were as his mouth imbibed every inch of your pussy.

His name tore out of your throat and your knuckles whitened as you gripped the bedsheets. The veins in your neck swelled with every laboured breath you managed to draw and you found yourself bucking into his mouth as an orgasm rippled through your body. You moaned and groaned and cursed into the bed but Stu’s mouth was relentless. And as he pinched your clit all the while still lapping you up, you all but collapsed. When he was sure you couldn’t take another second of torture, he pulled away and allowed you to collapse onto the bed. Your cheeks were flushed, and your lips were parted as you attempted to catch your breath. With a quiet chuckle, he kissed his way up your spine, grinning against your skin as your legs continued to twitch.

“Can I?” He asked, his cock at the ready.

Nodding, you gasped when you felt him slide inside of you. He bit down on your shoulder as he thrust into you and his quiet moans and unsteady breath was enough to kill you. “Fuck,” he whispered. “You feel so fucking good.”

This was a high unlike any other for Stu. Watching his cock slam into you, watching your ass slap against him with every wild thrust and pump he provided and feeling just how fucking wet you were for him – this was the unattainable high. You were the unattainable high.

He reached around to play with your clit again. He could feel it throbbing between his fingers and, feeling you tremble made him weak. Quickening his pace on your clit and steadying his thrusting to ensure you finished again, Stu bit down on your earlobe. “Come for me, baby.”

Your answer came in the form of another thick, guttural moan as you came undone yet again. He watched you quiver and shake and the vision of it was enough for him to quicken his thrusts. Groaning, his hands fell from your clit to hold your hips as he pounded into you. The sound of your cheeks slapping against him was drawing him closer and closer to one hell of an orgasm and as you let out one last breathy moan, his whole body seemed to erupt in fire.

His breathing was heavy as he came inside of you and the more sensitive his cock got with every thrust, his pace slowed. For a moment, neither of you moved. Instead, he allowed his forehead to fall back against your shoulder before he slowly pulled out.

“If I’d have known that’s what I was missing, we should have had this talk a lot sooner.” You teased, earning a playful smack to your ass from the man. Grinning, you flopped back onto the pillow and stared up at him. He was leaning on one arm as those blue eyes scraped over every inch of your face. You could see the words he wanted to say splayed out across his face and found yourself reaching up to brush his hair back and away from his sweaty forehead.

“Right back at ya,” you smiled.

Fuck, you really were in love with the idiot.

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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher x Reader- 27 (Part 3/Finale)

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Alright you weenies, here’s the last part of 27....

I realized I’ve also made an error, I forgot that they already killed her other boyfriend, so let’s say the ex they killed in the previous chapter was a different ex.

leggo

...

Today was the day and you were excited.

Vengeance, the cherry on top, the final piece of this damned puzzle. You had snapped. You were completely bloodthirsty now and you WISHED someone would try to stop you. You had come a long way. A VERY long way. It was safe to say both Billy and Stu rubbed off on you a tremendous amount and you were absolutely fucking ready!

It didn’t help that you had two killers hyping you up to all hell. From Billy whispering how many hours were left in the day to Stu commenting about how hot he’d think it would be to have sex in a pool of blood.

When it came time to leave, the boys offered to walk you home.

“So who you gonna get first?” Billy held your hand as Stu stood your opposite side with an arm around your shoulder. 

“Definitely the old man.” you declared. “I want to watch the life leave his eyes. He’s the reason behind all this.”

“How so?” Stu asked.

“He’s convinced I’m not really his child, he’s been trying to get me out of that house since I turned 12...” the guys noticed your significant mood change. “Nevermind that.” you shook your head. “My mom can fuck off with the rest of them, her and her can-do-no-wrong, perfect home bullshit.” you seethed. “I’ll explain while everything’s going down.”

...

“I’m home...if anyone gives a shit.” you grumbled the last part. You walked in to see your mother and father along with Hannah’s mother and father. They were all sitting at the table. Hannah’s mom and dad were bawling their yes out while your parents comforted them.

“Y/N...I’m glad your here.” you father spoke up. “We were talking about funeral arrangements.”

“For the daughter you wish you had instead of me? Not interested.” you rolled your eyes. “If you need me, I’ll be doing homework. Parentals, friends. Friends parentals.” you shortly introduced Billy and Stu to your folks. 

“Nice to meet you.” Billy managed to express. Stu put on a fake smile and waved. 

“Keep your door open so we can hear you!”

“Why would I close the door? You guys would just kick it open anyways.” you grunted. 

You had no reason to be cordial with your family anymore, just because they wanted to put on a show for your guests, you’d give them a damn show.

“Y/N don’t talk to your mother like that.”

“Then I’ll talk to Hannah’s family.” you turned to the two mortified adults.

You could see Billy and Stu out of the corner of your eyes, both looking like they were about to burst out laughing.

“Y/N we have nothing against you.” Hannah’s mom wept. “We knew Hannah could be a bit much.”

“Hannah was much? Oh No Mrs. Doyle. Your husband screwing around with your teenage secretary was much.” you crossed your arms. “Your daughter was a fucking nightmare and I’m glad no one has to put up with her shit anymore.”

You wanted to see just how far you could take this before your parents exploded. 

“Y/N L/N!” Your father rose from his seat, ready to storm over.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” Stu was first to stand in front of you. “Mr. L/N with all due respect, I’d advise you against that.”

“And just who do you think you are?” 

“The man whose about to be responsible for your funeral if you take another step.” Billy stood next to Stu, the both of them making a human wall, separating you from them. “Geez Y/N you weren’t kidding.”

“You should see our security camera footage.” you scoffed. 

“Well this has been a lovely chat but we really must be going.” Mrs. Doyle stood to her feet. 

“Oh nononono~” Billy sang with conviction. “Sit your asses down...let’s play a little game.” (I know Saw hadn’t been made yet, just go with it.)

...

Watching back the camera footage hurt a lot more than you thought it would. You couldn’t imagine how everyone else was feeling. Both of Hannah’s parents were tied up with blindfolds over their eyes. Stu had knocked out your dad and tied him to the table while Billy handled your mom, duct-taping her hands and wrists to a chair...

“Look at that. An innocent little girl...” Billy shook his head as he listed to your parents berate you to your face. You blocked everything out while you watched. How Hannah and her would smile in your face all the while being your biggest tormentors. How you couldn’t tell your mother or father because they never believed you the first ten times you tried. 

It was all crashing down on you now.

There was an eerie silence as your crying voice filled your own ears. You were used to crying yourself to sleep by that time. All of this happening a little before you met the boys.

“Y/N, whatever you have to tell us, we don’t have to involve them.” your mother sobbed.

“Mommy....you’re crying.” your voice broke as you opened your mouth to speak for the first time in a couple of hours. “But what about when I was crying?....What about when I was in the hospital scared for my life? What about when you guys were threatening to ship me across country....” much like you did with Hannah, you kicked the chair sending your mother falling back.

“And you.” you turned towards your dad. “I know you don’t believe I’m your biological daughter...and guess what...I hope I’m not either.” you growled, staring down at the now cowering man. “You are pathetic...both of you.” you turned back towards the TV screen. A video of you in your bedroom (since your parents didn’t believe in privacy) was playing. You were on the phone with your friend Kyla.

“No, no I know Ky.” you laughed. You had a much different laugh than you do now. “...I don’t know, it’s hard to trust cute faces like theirs.”

Your eyes widened as you listened to what you were saying. Before you could go to turn it off, Stu had taken you in a hug. “Oh no princess, don’t be rude...let the video play!”

“Do I like them?....Maybe...okay totally!” you watched yourself squeal as you threw the pillow you were hugging across the room. “Kyla I wish you were here to see them THEY ARE SO-” you covered your mouth to stop from shouting too loud. “They are so cute and so hot and they wanna be seen with me!...of all people! No I’m not gonna make a move on them.”

“Awww Y/N has a crushy wushy on us!” Stu gushed. “We love you too baby!” Stu abruptly kissed you, right there. You almost forgot Billy was standing there. 

“Woah...” you almost lost balance. 

“Young lady! How dare you-” You father tried to said.

“Oh shut up!” Stu took it upon himself to finish the job. 

(OKAY SHEILD YOUR EYES NOW)

Stu wrapped a hand around your dad’s neck and applied pressure, so much to the point where his face went blue within a mere 5 seconds. Stu laughed maniacally, only seeming to tighten his grip while Billy continued to antagonize your mother, laughing in her face while she watched the horror happen with her husband.

“Y/N...why?” your dad choked as he struggled.

“Why not...and while we’re here.” you shrugged. “I killed Hannah.”

“WHAT?”

You almost forgot Hannah’s parents were in the room, listening to everything go down.

“Oh yeah.” you shrugged. “Bitch had it coming...the better question is what should I do to you two.” you crossed your arms as you thought.

...(Time skip)

“Pretty isn’t it.” You gazed up at the stars. 

“Not as pretty as you.” Billy flirted, using his sleep to wipe your face. As you all sat on the front steps of your porch, ambulances and cop cars lined up the street for many blocked.

“I agree.” Stu wrapped an arm around you waist. “Be honest, how do you feel?”

“I feel free.” you replied, letting out a large sigh. The cops had just finished questioning you. Your story was clear. Your dad lunged at your mom first and Hannah’s parents saw too much...then he accidently tripped and hung himself. Perfect crime. Billy and Stu were walking by when they heard your cries for help and they hopped in.

As to how you three managed to escape unscathed, they got you out of there in time just as he was hanging himself. As for the tapes playing on the T.V...they were watching old videos to find something to ground you for. (Something they usually did anyways.)

“Good.”

“I just don’t know where I’m gonna live now. My aunt lives the next city over and that’s a long drive.”

“Hm...just gonna have to live with us now!” Stu shrugged, we’ll all be like a married couple!

“All...as in-”

“Yes, the three of us.” Billy grabbed your attention. “Lucky you, eh?” He pecked your lips when the officers wasn’t looking just as Stu planted a smooch on the back of your head.

“Young lady.” the officer walked up to you three. “You’re lucky to have escaped them, that psychopath stabbed your mother 27 times...who does that?!”

You paused before you gave your answer. “I guess he was just fed up, officer.” 

Stu tried hard to contain his laughter while Billy coughed into his hand, you all knowingly shared a look.

Yes...fed up indeed.

(So...I guess this slasher stuff might be a regular thing...I kinda like it)

[submissivekillers]

I love Billy & Stu with a vampire s/o!! if you’d like, I’d love to see how they find out. (in my mind the s/o gets a little too close to one of Stu’s “vampire traps”, or they startle him somehow and he shows his fangs to scare off whoever it is, writer’s choice though! any idea you come up with is amazing ^*^)

like what i do? buy me a kofi!

this is literally an extended shitpost oh my god. also in the process of writing this i found out that garlic can be surprisingly expensive

length: 863 words

“Stu. Stuart.”

Billy closed his eyes, pinched the bridge of his nose, and took a deep breath. He could hear Stu starting to giggle, which did not help his already fragile restraint in the slightest. 

“Yeah, Billy?” 

Billy glared. The only effect was that Stu burst into full-on cackling.

When the laughter had subsided, Billy said in a long-suffering tone, “This is - and I do not say this lightly - the most ridiculous fucking idea you have ever had.”

"But you're not stopping me." Stu shot triumphant finger guns at Billy, who rolled his eyes and collapsed onto the couch with an exasperated groan. Stu tumbled after him, narrowly catching himself on the armrest and bracing his long frame over Billy.

"Hey, hey," he whispered theatrically, fussing at Billy's hair until he cracked an eye open and glared up at him through his messy bangs. Stu pounced, dropping his full weight on Billy as their mouths locked in a messy kiss, Billy's surprised grunt quickly fading into a low moan as his fingers curled into Stu's sweater. 

Stu pulled back grinning, wiping his wet mouth with the back of his oversized sleeve. "Kiss for luck." 

"Asshole," Billy muttered, the venom in his tone not matched by the faint flush that colored his cheeks. Stu giggled, then perked up at the sound of your key in the lock, flinging himself to the other side of the couch and shushing Billy with an exaggerated wink.

"Guys, I know it's not really my call, but I found someone for you to kill - whatthefuck."

Your exclamation came out slightly muffled since as you stepped through the door, you were hit (literally) with garlic. 

One pound of garlic, to be exact.

Stu and Billy watched as you weathered the onslaught of aliums, arms crossed over your face as the bulbs rained down on you. There was a beat of silence when the last garlic had fallen, your arms still held up defensively - then you coughed, doubling over. When you straightened, your face was twisted into something more bat than human, a pair of long, razor-edged fangs curving down from your upper jaw. Your eyes had dulled, the sclera turned the sickly red of oxygenated blood. 

"Oh, shit," Billy said in a flat tone of stunned comprehension. "Oh, shit!"

"What the hell, guys," you coughed. 

"I knew it!" Stu hooted triumphantly. "You are a vampire!"  

For a third time, just to make his feelings on the situation clear, Billy said, "Oh, shit." 

You sneezed. “Why do you even have so much garlic? Did you seriously buy it just for this?” 

“Eh, yeah,” Stu said with a dismissive wave of his hand. “So how old are you? Couple hundred?” 

“Uh, no,” you laughed awkwardly, shaking your head and blinking the redness out of your eyes. “I really am just a college student. I was turned a week before the semester started. Had to switch my entire schedule to night courses.” 

“Wait, who turned you? Someone here?” Billy asked curiously, shifting to make room on the couch for you. You flopped against his side, still sniffling faintly.  

“Nah, back home. I was walking home from my part-time job and...” You hesitated, expression turning dark for an instant. “Someone jumped me. I don’t know if they were planning to turn me or what, but I woke up like this.” You clicked your fangs at them, smiling bitterly. Billy took your hand, squeezing tight. 

Stu, who had scrambled over to flank your other side, piped “They didn’t even leave a number? Rude.” 

“Stu,” Billy said warningly. 

“Sorry, sorry.” Stu held up his hands in surrender, then pulled you close, kissing your cheek. “And I’m sorry about the garlic. I didn’t think it would actually, like, cause a reaction.” 

"It's not so bad. Basically just a mild allergic reaction, it's not gonna kill me," you said with a shrug, leaning tentatively into his embrace. You looked between your boyfriends, a faint line of worry deepening between your brows. “So... that’s it? You guys aren’t going to like, stake me while I sleep?” 

Stu considered this for a moment, then shook his head definitively. "Nah. You were cool with us being Ghostface, so, you know. Would be kinda fucked up if we weren't cool with this, right?" 

Billy nodded in agreement. "Besides," he murmured, leaning in so that his lips brushed the shell of your ear, a shiver running down your spine. "You look pretty handsome when you've got your game face on, you know." 

"Oh, yeah?" You hummed, wrapping your arms around him and pulling him against you. "Should've known you had a thing for monsters." 

Billy grinned, so close that you felt his breath against your lips when he spoke. "So do you." 

He kissed you unhurriedly, pressing you back into Stu's embrace and crowding in close. You felt his tongue ghost over the tips of your canines, still sharp even in their retracted state, and hunger flared in your chest. 

Breaking away so that Billy could breathe and leaning back as Stu kissed down your neck, you sighed, "One of you needs to clean up that fucking garlic." 

[xotonin]

A Valentine's day with Bakugo (part 2)

genre: fluff

words: 1,921

→ summary: your mind began to play tricks on you as you and bakugo try to get through the stormy night, somehow making you guys closer

note: gender-neutral reader

(you can start part two without having to read part one.)

pt. 2/2

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You jumped when the house began to shake from the thunder, hearing Bakugo chuckle from your panic.

“Shut up! I know that scared you too!” You yelled at him in the dark, stumbling to get up. You needed to find a flashlight.

“How the hell could you see if I got scared? It’s pitch black, dumbass.” He said, and you could hear the smirk in his voice.

You walked past him, irritated, and almost stumbled over his feet as you tried making your way to the room located across from you. “Help me find a flashlight.”

You heard him sigh and get up from the couch, obliging. His steps got farther away from you, so you guessed that he was walking to another room to find a flashlight. So you were going alone, great.

Not only were you afraid of the dark, but your mind got so anxious that you began to see things that weren’t there, or worse, that were there. You tried to hold your composure as you aimlessly wandered throughout the room, going to one of the dressers and randomly feeling around.

Shit. Where was it? You bit your lip, beginning to get frightened. You and the dark don’t mix, and when you’re terrified, the sound becomes amplified, and the air becomes cold around you.

Your heart began to beat quickly as your hand picked up the pace, feeling around in between the clothes and at the end of the drawer. Where was it? Where was it? You swore it was here. You hurriedly opened the drawer below, doing the same thing.

And as if you weren’t scared enough, you started to hear footsteps, only causing you to tremble more. Shit. Shit. Shit. Why were you afraid of the dark in the first place? It’s was so stu—

“Hey, I found a flashlight,” Bakugo said, clicking the flashlight on, illuminating the room.

You leaped from Bakugo’s voice, almost knocking something over as you jumped. Your heart practically skipped out of your chest. You turned your head towards Bakugo, giving him an upset look. “Don’t do that!”

“I didn’t mean to scare you that bad.”

“How could I not get that scared? I’m in the pitch black!” You shouted at him, shutting the drawer.

“You’re such a loser.”

You rolled your eyes, your breath way too fast to reply. You walked towards Bakugo, forcibly turning him around in the direction of the door and pushing him to your room.

It was only then when you realized that he used his phone for a flashlight. You guys traveled through the kitchen and to your room, shutting the door and finally exhaling, your breath becoming steady now.

“We should tell scary stories.” Bakugo echoed behind you, who went to sit on your bed.

“Oh, hell no.” You shook your head, turning around and making your way to sit across from him. “I’m already scared.”

“Oh, come on! It’s not like you’re alone!” He opened his arms to signal that he was in the room. He was right. You weren’t alone, but it was still dark.

You scratched the back of your head, contemplating whether if it was a good idea, and as long as the stories weren’t too scary, then—

“Plea—”

“Fine!” You interrupted him before he could say anything else. “Nothing too scary, okay?” You warned him.

He perked up, shining the light under his face. “I’ll try.”

You took a breath to prepare yourself as you got yourself comfortable, listening to his made-up story. Of course, he had to start with the scary cliche style and tell it in a dull voice. Weirdly enough, his voice set the tone of the story and made you shudder when he continued.

Suddenly, Bakugo pounced towards you, imitating a loud noise in the story. You jumped, putting your hands up in defense. “I told you not to do that!”

Bakugo laughed at your frightened soul. “I had to make sure you were paying attention.”

You shoved him in annoyance, your heart pounding. “Well, I certainly am now!”

“You are such a scaredy-cat.”

“I don’t care.” You said, wanting the conversation to end. “Go get me candy.”

Bakugo rolled his eyes, knowing how afraid you were of the dark, and got up, walking out the door without a debate. When you saw him fade into the darkness, the room began to get cold around you once again. Shit.

You grabbed your phone that was stirred in the sheets and clicked the button that turned on the flashlight. But this time, It didn’t turn on. Your heart began to pound once more, clicking the button vigorously. Why wasn’t it turning on?

“Shit-” You mumbled to yourself, looking around the blank empty room. “Come on, turn on-”

Suddenly, scratching at your window made you cringe. You shot your head towards the direction of the noise, knowing a branch was scraping it, but it only added more to the eery vibe. Your breathing began to accelerate as you hit the flashlight button more, and on the last and final time, it came on.

You shot the light up, moving it around the room, trembling. Nothing was there. Why were you scared?

You started to realize that Bakugo should be back by now; where was he? It had been way too long. You bit your lip, not wanting to call out his name. That would show weakness. And you surely weren’t going to walk out in the pitch black outside of your door.

Then unexpected footsteps got near, and you shone the light in the doorway, revealing Bakugo standing there with drinks and candy. He raised his arms to block the blinding light. “It’s just me, dumbass.”

You put your phone down, watching him enter, and shut the door. “Why did you take so long??”

“I got us drinks, so I won’t have to leave the room again.”

You got taken aback, not expecting him to think that far ahead. “Oh—” you replied, grabbing the water that Bakugo handed you. “Thanks.”

After getting settled in with the candy, you guys began bickering about how afraid you were when he left. You played tough guy, and Bakugo wasn’t buying it. A few minutes passed with the argument until you blurted out you wanted to play a board game.

You got up, picking a random board game on your bookshelf, and set it on the floor, beginning to take the pieces out. Bakugo joined you on the other side. You guys barely got settled in the game before you started to hear a dripping sound.

You scrunched your brows as your attention drew to the door, wondering why you could hear it from your room. Bakugo looked at you oddly, taking a glance at the door and back at you. “What?”

“Do you hear that?” You asked him, finally making eye contact.

He shook his head. “You’re just freaking out again.”

You sighed. You knew you were freaking out. Why would you hear the water now instead of earlier? It didn’t make sense.

You guys continued to mess with your game as the drip faded into the distance until you couldn’t hear it anymore. But instead, you felt your abdomen start to become tight. You clenched your jaw, cursing to yourself quietly.

“What now?” Bakugo grumbled once again.

“Come with me to the bathroom.” You said, beginning to stand up, grabbing Bakugo’s shirt to make him stand. He sighed, following your lead because he didn’t have much choice. You yanked him to the bathroom door placed in the hallway of your house.

“Stay here.” You growled at him slightly. “And—put your foot under the door.”

“I’m not doing that.”

“I swear to God, Bakugo, do it.”

“Okay!” He whined. “Just shut up and go.”

You hurried and shut the door, making sure to catch a glimpse of his foot that stayed under the door. You wasted no time relieving yourself quickly, and right as you were about to wash your hands, you shone the light to the bottom of the door again, and his foot wasn’t there anymore.

Your heart began to pound as you quickly tried to wash your hands as fast as you could. “Bakugo, I swear to fucking God, this isn’t funny.” You dried your hands on your clothes and aggressively opened the door, showing no sign of Bakugo.

Your heart dropped, and you quickly walked back to your room, shutting the door out of breath. “Okay, that wasn’t funny.” You said, turning around and shining the light in the room. He wasn’t in here either.

What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck? Your breathing began to quicken until you heard slight laughing coming from your closet.

You stormed your way over to the door, swinging it open and revealing an amused Bakugo. You clenched your jaw. “What the fuck was that?”

“You should have seen your dumb face.” Bakugo snickered.

“Don’t do that again. I mean it.” You warned him once again.

“Or what?” Bakugo cooed, leaning close to you.

You backed up. You had no idea what you would do, but you suddenly said the first thing that came to mind.

“Or I’ll kiss you!” You growled, thinking he wouldn’t want to kiss you.

Bakugo looked at you with wide eyes until a sly smirk plastered across his face. “That only drives me to scare you again.”

You rolled your eyes, annoyed by his jokes. You packed up the board game and put it back, heading back to your bed. Bakugo followed you, climbing on top and sitting beside you.

“I’m gonna head to sleep.” You told Bakugo, looking at him to get off the bed.

“Can I sleep with you?” He asked innocently.

“Why—”

“Because I’m scared.”

“No, you’re not.” Your face showed no emotion. You knew he was lying.

“Yes, I am! That’s why I went to the closet; I couldn’t stand outside the bathroom door.”

“I’m not buying you on this.” You rolled your eyes, turning to face away from him, pulling the blankets over you. You didn’t want to fight anymore. “Fine.”

You felt Bakugo get himself comfy behind you, and you start to tune into the rain outside. Long minutes passed by as you began to feel your body relax and feeling yourself falling asleep.

But suddenly, Bakugo jumpscares you, causing you to jolt awake. Your heart began to pound as you turned over, about to shout at him, but before you could say anything, your mouth was blocked by his lips.

He kissed you roughly for a few seconds before pulling away. “Got you.” He said with a mischievous smile before turning over and pulling the blankets over him.

You laid there, shocked, wondering what just happened. “Dude, I told you not to do that!”

“Can’t hear you. I’m sleeping.”

You clenched your jaw, turning around, upset. Your breathing began to slow down, and your heart rate went back to normal as you got drowsy again, and just when you started to fall asleep, you felt arms wrap around you. You groaned, trying to push Bakugo off, but only to get a sleepy groan from him back. He wasn’t budging.

You didn’t want to admit it, like seriously, you didn’t, but you liked the warmth.

You finally gave up the fight and let the heat surround you, making you feel somewhat safer, making you tired. It oddly felt softer than if Bakugo wasn’t there. And with that, you fell asleep, nuzzling your head into your pillow.

[voooorhees]

Could you write headcanons of: Billy and Stu being streamers and having a crush on another streamer, who also has a podcast .Like the boys say flirty things to the reader and simp, sometimes they even say things like 'why haven't you invited me to your podcast yet?'

Sorry for requesting so much!!!

ok if billy and stu would be streamers i would 110% watch them, it would be hella fun

Billy and Stu streamers x gender neutral Streamer crush!

cw: stab wounds and stab scars mentioned

• It all started when you made a small comment in chat, it was a simple movie reference but it caught the boys eyes immediately

• after they were done streaming they just had to find out more about this mysterious commenter, so they did what they did best and stalked you down and found your account and podcast! which to their delight was about horror movie breakdowns and reviews!!

• Stu was super curious about your podcasts and so he would play them while him and Billy were planning things or just doing schoolwork, but it eventually evolved to listening to your voice as they both fell asleep

• Billy would be really intrigued by your streams, you wore a mask and had this entrancing air about you

• Oh yeah Billy had to know more about this masked streamer who also had a horror movie podcast? yeah he needed to know more

• One day after school had let out, Billy yelled at Stu that you were about to stream! The boys immediately joined and started to watch you play

• Stu was way too eager to start commenting things, and they caught your interest

“well someone is quite talkative in chat today!”

• they both fangirl over this, both madly blushing and giggling like idiots

• this keeps on until the boys develop a friendship with you, but little comments would be thrown in

“your outfit looks nice today y/n, why can’t we see your face?”

• you and the boys would chat one on one (or one on two?) and spend hours picking apart each other’s favorite movies

• One day on your podcast, you decide to switch it up and talk about the local murders that have been happening in your town

“So for today’s topic, i want to talk about the murders in my town! Yeah i know it’s not a movie but-“

•immediately peaks their interest in you and they’re both dying to know

“So it all started with this chick named Casey Becker, i kinda knew of her, i mean we did- well used to go to the same school”

• oh yeah the boys would be either shocked in silence that you’re covering their murders or they would be jumping around and yelling in excitement (“y/n goes to our school??”)

• you cover in depth about how this girl’s mom was killed and then her dad went crazy and killed some high schoolers at a party, then he killed his daughter in a fit of emotion and then himself

“oh and you see, not everyone was killed during the party, this random kid named Randy survived and then these two boys were stabbed but tried to stop the man! How brave of them!”

• you briefly mentioned that you would like to interview the boys but you also wouldn’t want to bring up that traumatic experience

• Stu was all red and Billy had a dumbass grin on his face

“Billy! they want to interview us!”

• so after listening to you explain more about the murders and the motives they texted you

“so i heard your podcast about the woodsboro murders, why haven’t you invited me on your podcast sooner?”

• you had no clue this new friendship you made was with the two survivors of the murders? and you had been watching them stream for years??

• Billy and Stu would totally stream their interview with you for your podcast on their channel

• since you’d be on camera you kept your mask on (much to the boy’s disappointment)

• you asked questions about what it was like to be stabbed while trying to stop a mad man from killing your best friend

“Well Stu here was stabbed first cause he’s a dumbass and walked up on the man, but I got stabbed trying to get the man off of Stu”

Stu scoffed at Billy’s claims, “well i got stabbed cause i was going to help sidney! you were just standing around all drunk!”

•they bicker back and forth for a bit before you asked to see their stab scars

“you want to see the scars?” Billy would ask lowkey excited because he would have to lift his shirt

• Stu would be the quicker one to show you (Billy’s still kinda processing it)

•He lifts his shirt up so you can see the scar, it’s long and jagged going down the side of his stomach

• Bill’s would be more intense but it doesn’t look as deep as Stu’s

• Both of their dumbasses would be blushing

You decided to run your fingers over them and both shivered

“Do they hurt?” you asked as you lifted your hand off of them

“not really” They would both stutter out

•wow you could tell they had a crush, it was so obvious with how they looked at you

•after you guys ended the streams, you watched a movie together, it was easy to pick since you all liked the same things

•since you’re still wearing your mask (you realized who billy and stu were when they walked up to your door, and you knew them from school) it was kinda uncomfortable

• “fuck it” you decided as you took off the mask

• They boys both gasped when they saw who you really were

“oh shit y/n! i knew you sounded familiar!”

•turns out you had a math class with them

•when it came time for them to leave, you decided to do something a little bold

“hey billy, stu, hold on i have something to give you!”

•you stood up and gave both boy a smooch on the cheek and wished them well

“see you at school tomorrow!”

•they both stood there, shocked and hearts beating quick

“did y/n just kiss us?”

“i think so?”

•both of them would be grinning like clowns the whole way home

oh yeah they were very excited to see you tomorrow >:)

/sorry this is super long i got carried away :)

[stusbunker]

A Gentlemen’s Agreement Epilogue

A Supernatural Denny AU Fan-fiction Series

Featuring: Dean Winchester/ Benny Lafitte

Other characters: Pamela, Jesse, Caesar, Crowley, Balthazar, Meg, Jo, Lee, Lisa, Sam (mentioned), Drea OFC, Robbie and SJ OMCs, Deanna OFC

Word count: 2340

A/N: Enjoy! xoxo Stu

Brunch

    The sun was bright, but the air was crisp. The remnants of the early snowstorm had left soggy lawns and damp sidewalks. Benny pulled up to the restaurant and parked on the curb, smiling over at Dean. He waited patiently. 

    “You sure this is a good idea?” Dean squinted in the midday light.

    “Been dying to meet ya. Figured it’s only fair, I met your folks, you can meet my people too,” Benny said simply. “But I’m not gonna force ya.”

    “I just, I’m not used to being out in public. In numbers,” Dean sputtered.

    Benny raised a single eyebrow at him. “Well, I guess this is your best shot to try it out, dontcha think?”

    “What if they don’t like me? I don’t want you to have to choose between me and your friends,” Dean explained the root of the problem.

    “I like you, they will too. Just relax, be your charming self and if you don’t know what to say, you can just keep eating.” Benny put his hand on Dean’s thigh, squeezing just so.

    Dean growled out a sigh. “Fine. But you’re paying.”

    Like that could make an uncomfortable situation worth it. Benny smirked at Dean’s logic, waiting for his face to soften from grouchy to amiable. Once Dean relaxed, Benny kissed him, just long enough to keep him flustered and climbed out of the truck.

     They approached a large round table midway along the heated patio, where four people were already seated.

A raven haired woman waved them over. “My good Benjamin, did you bring a straight boy to brunch, just for me?!”

“Pammy!” Benny leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Hate to disappoint ya darlin', but ain't nothing straight about this'n."

 “Hey, now! Can’t a guy speak for himself?!” Dean snipped defensively as he sat in the spot beside Benny.

Everyone laughed. Pamela raised her eyebrow in question.

Dean licked his lips and put on the smolder, “Sorry sweetheart, but I’m taken.”

“Wait, this--- THIS is your sassy mechanic?!” Crowley leaned forward, extending his hand, his English brogue gruff and pandering. “Nice to finally meet you, handsome.”

       Dean gave Benny the side eye and all Benny could do was shrug coyly. Dean shook the man’s hand, trying not to show his discomfort from his lingering glances. Benny made the rest of the introductions, Jesse and Cesar were also a couple, but had been married for a few years. They seemed to be waiting on someone before they ordered. The group sipped their cocktails with a fresh pitcher of Bloody Mary in the center of the kitsch tablecloth.

Benny poured Dean a generous portion of the red drink and slipped seamlessly into the conversation. Dean sucked the palmeto out of an olive and listened casually, not too sure where he fit in this part of Benny’s life.

Twenty minutes later a rail of a guy swaggered in, with oversized aviators and a black linen suit. 

“Oh, thank Christ for booze,” he huffed, grabbing Dean’s glass without even acknowledging Dean was there. The blonde chugged the entire drink, before breaking for air. “I just had the worst hook up of my life, no, well, the year at least. He took me to his mother’s house. She tried to make me breakfast. I was simply mortified. I just left. What could I even do at that point, honestly?!”

Now that his audience had his attention back, the man gawked at Dean. He even pulled down his sunglasses for a better look. “Now who the fuck is this? Is it show and tell?! Because I am not prepared in the least.” 

He casually patted at his hair and eyed Dean from top to toe. Benny chuckled, but Pamela was the one to make the introduction.

“Balthazar, our regular hangover diva. Meet Dean, Benny’s boy toy,” she deadpanned, eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Oh you can’t be serious,” Balthazar lamented, looking from Pam to Benny to Crowley and finally at Dean. “Fuck you southerners and your goddamn accents--- always gets the hotter ones,” he muttered defensively as he threw himself against the armrest of the chair, crossing his legs.

“Well, now that we’re all here,” Cesar ended the dramatics concisely. “Maybe somebody should find our waitress?”

Dean looked at Benny confused. “We’re always here for a while, she doesn’t bother us until we’re actually ready to order. Tend to annoy her otherwise.”

Crowley volunteered as he needed to head to the men’s room anyhow. Five minutes later he arrived with an obviously surly waitress.

“Well look what the cat dragged in,” Meg’s smokey voice broke through Balthazar's latest story. She centered herself between Cesar and Crowley’s seat and cocked her hip, tongue firmly in cheek as she waited for Dean to take her bait.

“Heya, Meg,” Dean sighed. The inevitable caught up with him after all, they just had to run into someone he knew.

“Oh, this has got to be good, now, pray tell, how do you two know each other?” Crowley probed.

“Oh me and this schmuck? We go way back.” Meg smiled without teeth.

“Is that so?” Benny tested the waters.

“Not like that,” Dean grumbled. “Meg, here, took my little brother Sammy out for a few spins, back in the day. Didn’t you, sweetheart?”

“Yeah, well, what can I say? It was high school.” Meg let her indifference coat her entire being until curiosity sparked to life in her eyes. “So what are you doing with this crowd, or did they bring you in just to add a new level of torture to my Sunday shifts?”

“Well---.” Dean swallowed, looked at Benny for clarification and got mild amusement instead. “I think you’re stuck with me now.”

“Joy,” Meg bristled before taking their orders, knowing most of the table’s usuals before they even opened their mouths.

News

    Benny rushed into the customer entrance of the shop, the wet October air had kept the service doors closed for the past week. He leaned against the counter, decorated in local business cards and charity fliers, anxiously waiting for someone to talk to. His chest was so tight he worried he’d pass out from excitement. He just needed to see him was all, once he saw Dean it would be easier.

    Lee sauntered in from the service bay, they both had drawn the short straw it seemed.

    “Hey, mind getting Dean for me? It’s important,” Benny asked, unable to keep the burning smile from his face.

    Lee eyed him curiously but nodded and headed back the way he came. He didn’t shout, not really. “Dean-o, your boyfriend’s looking for ya.”

    Dean unfurled himself from the engine he had been tinkering with all morning and glared at Lee.

    “Husband, whatever, seems urgent,” Lee acquiesced. Dean nodded and wiped his hands off on the closest rag. Dean pulled his wedding band out from his undershirt out of habit more than anything. He couldn’t wear it on his hands at work, but he didn’t want to lose it so Benny made him a braided leather necklace once they got back from their honeymoon.

    Dean ignored formality and walked straight into the waiting room. Once he saw the look on Benny’s face he knew what was happening.

    “It’s go time?” He asked, shock and exhilaration sparking his instinct to move.

    “It’s go time, cher. Lisa called me on the way to the hospital. Sam’s driving her from the office. Her water broke about 9:30,” Benny explained, the nervousness slipping into his cadence.

    “Alright, I’m gonna clean up, you want me to drive?” Dean asked, gauging the unsteadiness in his usually stalwart husband.

    “That’s probably best, yeah,” Benny agreed. 

Dean leaned in and kissed him firmly, resting his forehead against Benny’s temple before pulling away.“Hey, we got this, alright? That kid is gonna be so spoiled having you for a daddy, you know that?”

“Look who’s talking, gonna have you wrapped around their finger before they can even crawl,” Benny teased back, inhaling with contentment.

Dean headed back to warn his coworkers that he had a baby on the way and to clean up enough to be allowed into a hospital. Jo followed Dean out into the lobby. Quickly, she hugged Benny before demanding regular updates to the group chat.

“Alright, get out of here, we’ve got you covered for the rest of the week. Let me know and I will put in paternity leave as soon as everyone’s home, okay?” Jo got all professional about things as Dean left.

“Oh, right, shit. Well, I guess I’ll let you know when you can come over and---,” Dean started before Benny pulled him by his elbow.

“We should be goin’” Benny urged. Dean looked at Jo one last time and nodded.

This was it.

   Dean held Benny’s hand the whole way to the hospital, their grip tightening every so often, grounding them both. Because Lisa was a friend and the surrogacy was looser than most circumstances, both Benny and Dean were allowed in the delivery room. They were the best cheerleaders a birth mom could have ever asked for. Seven hours later, one chubby baby girl entered the world screaming to high heaven and splitting her fathers’ hearts open for an entirely new level of love and devotion.

    Mary Andrea Lafitte-Winchester, or Drea for short, was a happy and healthy little girl. And an overprotective big sister to her twin brothers, Samuel Joel and Robert Fergus, who came along four years later.

Sunset

    They’re old men now. Dean is five years retired, while Benny works the register for their sons on the weekends. Both of their hands aren’t what they used to be. But they keep busy. Drea is bringing the kids round tomorrow, it’s the start of summer break and Dean’s been dying to teach her kids to fish.  

    Dean went grey after he turned fifty, but it hasn’t changed since, in color at least. Benny’s beard is as white as Santa Claus and he hides what little hair he has left under a cap. They’re both a little rounder, a little lower to the ground, but they got that way together and neither of them notice it on one another anyhow.

       Every year they visit Jesse and Cesar in Arizona for New Year's. Though they fly more than make the drive these days.

        They still take turns cooking the meals and the movie nights from their early days resurfaced into movie afternoons when their kids moved out. Dean can’t hear for shit anymore and, naturally, Benny makes fun of him for it. But Dean’ll put in his hearing aids if company is over.

 It’s early evening in the beginning of June and the bugs are orchestrating quite the soundtrack to their time on the porch. Dean pours his whiskey. Benny’s already sipping his sweet tea, his medications don’t let him drink much anymore. Jo’ll come by on Sunday, along with SJ and his wife and Robbie. Sam and Jess usually make it to every other dinner or so.

    “Hey there, handsome. Mind if I join you?” Dean teases, once a flirt always a flirt.

    “Not at all, cher. It’s a helluva view,” Benny glances at his husband, watches Dean take in the peaches and pinks kissing the slopes of the fields. They sit like that for an hour, until the dark is too thick to see through. Groaning and creaking they stand in turn. Dean keeps his hand on the small of Benny’s back as they head inside for the night, steadying them both.

    They moved their bedroom to the ground floor after Dean’s heart attack, a lot less worry about making it upstairs that way. After being married forty years, Dean still makes jokes about it being Benny’s place. But it’s always been his home. He kisses Benny goodnight, makes it a little saucy because he can. He’s the first to close his eyes.

    In the morning Benny makes waffles and tofu bacon. Dean pretends he can’t taste the difference, fooling no one. They make out while the sink fills for the dishes, too few to run the machine. Benny gets handsy first and Dean tries to squirm into the upperhand. They’re interrupted by a car pulling in the drive.

    “Busted,” Benny whispers.

    “You’re the one who wanted kids,” Dean grumbles against Benny’s neck, an old, unfounded retort.

    “Yeah, but the grandkids---,” Benny starts.

    “Were made to be spoiled,” Dean finishes and kisses Benny once more. Drea’s yelling at her kids to slow down before her dads even make it outside to greet them. Her eyes, blue as her daddy’s are tired. They don’t envy her the school aged years. Dean bends down as baby Deanna, who’s nearly four, comes crashing into his arms. He pulls her up and holds her tight, reminds him of her mama and he can’t help but get a little weepy over the passing years. 

    “It’s so good to see you, baby girl.” Benny pulls his daughter into a hug before helping with their bags. The older kids don’t come inside until it’s time to eat, climbing through the barn and splashing in the creek until they’re soaked. But Deanna sticks with her Grandpa on a simple stroll, while Pappy and Mama catch up.

    Dean still has the jacket he bought from Benny, though the pants are long gone. He’ll leave it to Robbie when the time comes, when his son finds himself a stud that’s worth settling down for. If that’s what he chooses. 

    For now, Dean lets his granddaughter pick up every rock and stick she finds and examines it to the nth degree. He explains what he can about each one. She’s very curious. He even lets her wipe her chubby little hands on his pants’ leg when she needs to. They get back to the house just in time to start dinner, but before they go inside Dean takes a mental picture of his husband on the porch, their daughter beside him and his granddaughter running past him.

   It is a helluva view after all. 

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