#please tell me you know where Stu's costume comes from

[latenightsundayblues]

A little sketch of their halloween party. I firmly believe billy would adore patrick bateman and be so annoying about it. He'd try to recreate his speech patterns and get irrationally angry when people (stu) called him gay because of the skincare routine for a big chunk of his teenage years until he came to his senses and realized it was pretty cringy.

Alternatively:

Billy usually keeps to himself at big parties like these, but in this one, a good amount of their classmates were particularly impressed by the realism of the fake blood on his costume. He was proud of it too, but unfortunately needed to shed the coat off in the bathroom after a while. The metallic smell was starting to get people suspicious. He just hoped no drunk teenager would stumble into the basement and open the big chest they had sitting hidden in the corner. How much time does it take for rot to eat through leather? If Billy and Stu were lucky, not enough to tick anyone off for the night.

[kaivenom]

Call again later, please

Summary: you were having the night all alone for yourself, no parents, no neighbors, just you. Until you receive a strange calle, but you are not going to be caught with your guard down.

Pairing: Billy Loomis x reader x Stu Macher, kinda

Warnings: serial killers, attemp to murder, crazyness, stalking.

Masterlist

The tv was playing the second movie you watch this night, your pyjamas keeping you warm and a new round of popcorn heating on the microwave, this is your perfect night. The phone started to ring, thinking they were your parents you picked up.

"Hello Y/N, you know why i call you?"

"No, so call again later, please."

Apparently they weren't your parents so you ended the call, it wasn't a voice that you knew so It was strange. The phone rang again.

"Hello?" this time you talked first.

"What do you think youre doing?"

"Sorry man but i am alone at home and i want to spent it watching movies, not answering the phone to a guy i don't know."

"Ohhhh, but i know you are home alone, and don't worry, we will meet soon... sooner that you think." slowly you start to look around you, trying to see outside the windows something that could report his position. "Tell me Y/N, what it's your favourite horror movie?"

"Texas chainsaw massacre," you couldn't find something outside, maybe It was already inside, you took a butcher's knife from the kitchen, "why does that matter?"

"You will see..."

"Tell me your name," you ventured to say, "i want to identify you."

"Call me ghostface."

"Well ghostface, i am no stupid girl from a horror movie, i don't do precipitate moves."

"I don't think so." the call ended.

You see a shadow behind you and turn around fast, almost being stabbed but you managed to dodge it. It was a person with a Halloween costume and a ghost mask, so you asume it was ghostface. The fight lasted a couple of minutes and throughout the house. At some opina it was even hilorious. The person didn’t say one word but you started to notice he was getting exhausted. That was your opportunity to take the shotgun your father has next to the exit door.

“Check mate buddy.” Ghostface didn’t say a word but you hear the door openning behind you.

“I could say the same to you.”

A knife was around your throat but you didn’t feel the pain of the blade thru your skin.

“We are more on a tie.”

“Not if i cut your throat.”

“Then i will shot your friend.”

His grip loosed up and let you turn around to see him. It was a handsome and pretty sexy guy but you didn’t out the shotgun down yet.

“Fuck, youre incredibly hot, if youre friend right there it’s like you, then maybe i would thought about letting Myself be killed by you.”

His expresion changed, a small smile appeared on his face and made a sign to his friend, who took away his mask. The two men where very handsome, and you started to realize the thought of spending the night with them was more appealing every second.

“We have three options, one is that i kill you two, the second it’s that i let you go but you can come back another day but knocking on the door like normal people, the third one it’s that you can spent the night here but not killing allowed… there are more funny things to do.”

“The third one could work for me,” said one.

“I am not going to let myself be left behind then.”

You started to unbutton your pyjama and went to the living room, they followed you without hesitation. Apparently the night it’s going to be very fun from now on.

[pumpk1n-writes]

Tell Me All About The Dark Places You Hide ~ Part Seven

➥ in which the reader figures out that their best friends are the infamous Woodsboro Killers and decides to help them rather than turn them in. {ft. Beth in depth murder scene; stalking; satanism (if you squint); very murder; I had been watching criminal minds (very warning); killing people; seriously if this stuff makes you uncomfortable please don’t read}

Part Six | Part Eight || Word Count ~ 810 words

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You directed both boys to sit on the couch in front of you under the threat of your knife. You laughed in response to Billy’s murderous glare. “Give me any one person to kill to show you how much I want into this thing. You can even be there if you want.”

Stu didn’t hesitate. “Mason Smith.”

Your best friend. Who also happened to have the biggest, fattest crush on you that anyone thought possible.

You shrugged. “He was a trophy anyway. When do you want me to do it?”

Billy was taken aback by how quickly you were able to turn on the ones you claimed to love. Stu, however, was loving it. Maybe he’d finally found someone as messed up in the head as he was. But there was no way to know for sure you weren’t all bark no bite, even though he’d felt your bite firsthand. “Tonight.”

You shrugged again, you were so. . . Chill about this whole thing and it scared him. “As Ghostface or myself?”

“Ghostface, in case you fail and he calls it in I don’t want to get dragged down with you.”

Your eyes flashed angrily before settling on him with a cold stare. “I won’t fail.”

***

Darkness crowded in on you with each passing minute, seeming to leer down on you as you crept through your soon to be ex best friend’s yard. You knew you’d be the prime suspect after this, but you didn’t have any relation to the other victims so you hoped it would be enough to stop them from sniffing up your trail. Your alibi was already figured out. You were helping tutor Billy and Stu for their chemistry classes, and then you fell asleep on Stu’s couch.

Stopping a few feet from his window, crouched in the bushes, you gave Billy the signal to call him. You heard the phone go off in his house, and saw him eagerly jump up to get it, most likely thinking it was you. The tiniest twinge of guilt wriggled its way into your stomach. But it was quickly squashed by the excitement of what was to come.

You heard Mason yelling at Billy. So they’d gotten to the part in the script where you got threatened. Perfect.

“I don’t want to play a fucking game, you psychopath!” You heard. You resisted the urge to peek over the windowsill. If you did that and he happened to see you, your whole jig was up. “Uh,” panic was written in your boyfriend’s voice. “I don’t know! His name was James, or Jacob, or something!”

You could almost feel Billy’s disgusted chuckle and his leering ‘incorrect’. If only your best friend agreed to watch more horror movies with you.

You slipped through the unlocked back door. Unlocked for you. You pushed the tiny voice out of your head and continued until you were behind him. The Ghostface costume was scratchy and uncomfortable, but whoever designed it was a genius, because you still had quite a bit of mobility, even if your visibility was severely lacking.

You tapped his shoulder with the knife, and when he turned around you pulled the mask off and smiled at him with as much sweetness as you could muster up.

“Hello darling.”

He went to ask you what this was all about, still not believing that anything about this was real. He never got to finish the question before you slipped the mask back on and sunk your knife into his throat.

After that you were quick to get to work.

Just as you’d promised Billy a few nights ago, you took Mason’s blood and painted the walls with satanic symbols, writing some random words in Latin on the ground. You only remember a few from your classes three years ago, but Latin combined with the symbols on the walls, all in blood at a murder scene, would probably still throw the police off your track.

The other part of your “how to commit a murder spiel” had been making it as gory as possible, but Mason was already dead. So you slowly and carefully carved down his stomach, smiling at the blood rushing out. You cut his fingers off and scattered them around the kitchen, then washed your hands in his sink.

The very last part, the one to truly throw the police off your scent, was to completely wash the Ghostface mask so there wasn’t any fingerprints or DNA, and leave it next the the body. It was far more brutal than the other murders, and so they would feel an overwhelming urgency to solve this before it got more violent.

And in the process question all the satanists at your school who’d be happy to take the blame for these killings.

[final-girl96]

My Boyfriend's Back Chapter Nine

We walked into the video store and Stu went up to Randy knocking the vhs tapes out of his hands. "You coming to my party tonight?" He asked. Randy picked up the tapes and started to put them on the shelf. "Duh. Get off early with the curfew and everything," he said. "Place is packed," I said, looking around. "Yeah, we've had a spike in the horror section," Randy said. I looked over to see Billy talking to two girls. Becky Richmen and Jennifer Thompson.

"Hey, did the checks come in?" I asked Randy. He looked over at me and nodded, "yeah, they're in the office." I looked back at where Billy was before looking up at Stu. "I'll be back." He nodded and I walked off to the back. When I walked into the office I saw the checks on the desk. I picked up the small stack of envelopes and thumbed through them until I found mine. When I walked out I heard Randy's big mouth.

"EVERYONE'S A SUSPECT!"

Everyone turned their heads to look over at him. I saw Stu trying to tell him to shut up as I made my back over to them. "I'm telling you, Billy's the killer," Randy said and turned around. When he did he ran right into Billy. "How do we know you're not the killer? Huh? Maybe your movie freak mind lost grip on reality," Billy said. Randy's shirt was gripped in his fist. Stu smirked and walked over to stand behind Randy. Randy started to agree with Billy and I rolled my eyes. "I'll be waiting in the car!" I said not wanting to deal with their bullshit.

While I waited for Stu I couldn't help but think about what Randy had said. For some reason I could see Billy being the killer too. But his phone records came back clean. And there was no way he could have ran down the stairs, peeled that costume off and climbed up to Sidney's window in that short amount of time. It was only seconds after the killer left. I mean that's what Sidney had told me. And I was there. I was in front of the killer while Billy was climbing up to her window. Maybe he has a partner?

I was knocked out of my thoughts when Stu got in the driver's seat then Billy got in the backseat. I looked over at him and he shrugged. "What? He needs a ride." I had told Stu that Billy better not be at the party. Not after I heard that conversation between him and Sid. We dropped him off at his place then headed to Stu's. But it wasn't before I caught the look they gave each other. That's when my mind went into overdrive and I started over-thinking.

I was helping Stu get things set up, my mind everywhere, overthinking everything. I jumped when I felt his hands on my hips, his lips going straight for my neck. I moved away from him or tried to at least. "Hey, where are you going?" He asked, pulling me back into his chest. "I'm not in the mood, Stu. Please." He turned me around, picked me, and set me on the counter. "What's going on in that pretty head of yours?" He asked. Not only was I thinking about that look he shared with Billy but I was also thinking about how tomorrow would be one year since my mother murder.

"Baby, look at me." He put his finger under my chin and lifted my head to look at him. "Hey, what's going on? What's wrong?" He asked. I took a deep breath before saying anything. "I'm just overwhelmed with everything that's going on and what's happened in the past couple days." He kissed my forehead, "I love you. You know that right?" He pulled back to look at him. "I know. I love you too," I said. I brought my hands to his face and pulled him down to kiss him.

"I'm gonna go shower and change before the party. You coming?" I asked, jumping down from the counter and holding out my hand. I led us upstairs and into his bathroom. "I'm sorry." I turned around to look at Stu after turning the water on. "For what?" I asked, confused. He shrugged, "for whatever I did that pissed you off since we've been together." That just made me more confused. "I mean you do piss me off a lot but there isn't anything to be sorry about. What's going on with you?" I asked.

He pulled me into the shower with him and wrapped his arms around me, kissing my forehead. "Just want to get it out of there in case I die," he whispered. I let out a nervous laugh. "What the hell are you talking about? Stu, did… did he call you, did the killer call you?" He shook his head and turned to face the water. "Stu." I was starting to get worried now with the way he was talking. "No, I didn't get a call. I'm just saying in general. I don't want you getting all worked up and worried. I'll always protect you. He would have to get through me before he even thought about touching you." He whispered the last part.

After our shower I made him sit on the bed and I straddled his waist after dropping the towel. His hands admittedly went to my hips. "Thought you were sore." I shrugged and wrapped my arms around his neck. "A little. But not as much as I was." His hands slid down to my ass and grabbed onto it. "Come here." He pulled me closer if that was even possible and then flipped us so I was now on my back. He stood up, dropped his towel then got on his knees between my thighs.

We were laying on our backs panting when I looked over at the clock. "We better get dressed before people start to show up," I said. Stu hummed, kissed me then sat up. "Let's go then. Got a party to throw!" I laughed and got up, changing into a pair of jeans and a tank top. I yelped when Stu slapped my ass and ran out the door at the sound of the doorbell. I was pulling a flannel on when I heard the music being turned on and more and more people started to flood into the house.

[everythingtoony]

Billy x Stu x Leon one shot

IN WHICH LEON ALMOST FUCKIN DIES JUHSHIUHDUF

It probably wasn’t a good idea to walk alone after dark the night after two teenagers had been brutally murdered, but Stu and Billy had told Leon they were busy, and Leon didn’t have any friends, so he was forced to walk alone by himself. School had just got out, but the teen had to get food and other things before heading to Stu’s house, where he’s resided ever since he had been kicked out by his dad after coming out as transgender. He sighed as he adjusted his packpack and held his wallet, walking past the various buildings and houses.

As he walked down the street, he couldn’t help but feel as though he was being watched. He put his hood up and kept walking, but the faster he walked, the stronger the feeling got stronger. Someone was following him, but who? He turned around, but saw no one. 

“...Hello?” He called out, wincing right after he did so. His boyfriends would be disappointed in him. You never call out in a horror movie if you think you’re being followed, and Leon knew this. As soon as he said it, he swore he could here someone’s footsteps. He took off running. If he wasn’t sure someone was following him earlier, he definitely was now.

The footsteps got faster. And louder. When Leon turned around, he saw it. Something, someone, was running after him in a costume. The same costume worn when those two teenagers, Casey and Steve were killed. His eyes widened as he ran faster, ducking into an alley. A bad move on his part, because he trapped himself. And this masked person had followed him. As Leon leaned against the wall, he began panicking. 

“Holy sh- no, no, st-stay away, stay away!” He thought he had screamed, but in reality it came out as a whisper. The person approached Leon, knife raised. Leon let out a scream and collapsed onto the ground. It was at this point when the masked figure stopped. 

“Leon??”

Leon looked up at the ghostface, confused. How did they know his name? 

“U-Um…Y- Yeah, that- who are you? H-How do you know my name?” He asked shakily, his breath quick. He could feel his heart beat fast, and thought it would burst out from his chest. The figure threw the knife aside and took the mask off in a violent, panicked manner. 

It was Billy Loomis.

He kneeled down by Leon and put his hand to his face, pulling back right away when Leon visibly flinched.

“...You- You were-”

“Shh…shh, sh, sh…Leon, it’s just me, it’s Billy, I thought you were someone else, I’m sorry-”

“You were gonna…”

“Leon, please, it’s me, come on-”

“You kill people…”

Billy bit his lip and sat down on the ground in front of Leon.

“Did- …did you- did you kill them?”

He paused, taking a moment to think about how to answer his boyfriend.

“Yeah…yeah, yeah, I did.”

“Does- d-does Stu know?”

“...he’s in on it.”

Leon’s heart sank. His boyfriends, the dumbest, most idiotic hilarious people he had ever met, were psychopaths. His hands must have been shaking badly, because he felt Billy grab them.

“Look, kid-”

“Not a kid…”

“Leon…look, Leon, I swear to god, you need to listen to me, okay? I, would never hurt you. Not in a million years.”

“You were-”

“It’s hard to see in that fucking thing- For God’s sake, Leon, I couldn’t tell it was you, I swear on it, I would have never chased after ya if I knew it was you!” Billy explained, desperate. He was telling the truth, every word of it. He needed Leon to believe him. 

“Y-You…you killed Casey…a-and Steve-”

“Stu killed Steve.”

Leon’s breath hitched as he stared at Billy. Billy took the silence as an opportunity to explain.

“Casey broke up with Stu for Steve. She was also a shitty person, and Stu wasn’t happy. It was his idea. He would get Steve, I’d get Casey. He knows how to gut someone. He killed Steve. I can’t take all the credit. Although I did get the better kill- hearing that bitch scream was the best thing ever.”

Leon sniffled and wiped his eyes as he trembled. Billy looked around before taking a small breath.

“Look, man, lemme take you home. Okay? I’ll take you back to Stu’s place, you can wait there for us.”

Leon was silent, and a bit hesitant, but nodded. He didn't know what he was supposed to do. On one hand, he liked Billy and Stu. They were his only friends, and he loved them. He couldn’t lose them. On the other hand…what if they snapped? What if he said something to piss them off? 

“BILLY BILLY BILLY I GOT ONE I GOT ON-” Stu came running down the alley, dressed in the same costume Billy was. Upon seeing Leon, he paused and took off his mask.

“...shit.” He said, before running over to Leon. “Hey, Lee, buddy, you okay? What- What happened?” He asked, although he had a pretty good idea of what had went down.

“...I-...you’re- you-” Leon was having a hard time finding his words. He tried to stand up, but due to his shakiness and sudden wave of nausea, he collapsed again. Billy and Stu held onto each arm.

“Stay there, bud, just stay there, don’t move ‘til you calm down.” Stu said gently. Billy shot Stu a look that seemed to say “He knows”, and Stu tensed up a bit.

“...you two kill people-”

“We’d never hurt ya, Lee!” Stu said.

“If anything, we’d kill anyone else who looked at ya wrong.” Billy added. Leon couldn’t find the words. He couldn’t even figure out how to feel. He couldn’t feel upset. He was fucking terrified, but he couldn’t feel mad at them.

“I- I just- can we go home? A-And cuddle, please, I-” He shivered. “It’s cold, and I almost died, and I’m scared, and- and I wanna go home…please…” He said.

Billy and Stu both nodded. Stu picked Leon up and carried him bridal style, before him and Billy walked out of the alley and toward Billy’s truck. Stu sat in the passenger seat, still holding Leon as Billy got in and began driving them home.

[msookyspooky]

Set Up

Part 17: Final

word count: 3,770

"What-" You jerked your hand repeatedly, the clanking metal and the handcuff making you feel claustrophobic. A nurse saw you and rushed down the hall to get someone.

Your face dropped when the older Sheriff walked in. Showing you his badge.

"What the hell is this?" You felt the panic rising in your voice as him and another officer fully walked in and took a seat beside your bed. Your body felt like a mac truck ran over it, your shoulder was bandaged and it hurt to move, you had an oxygen tube in your nose, you didn't know where anyone was. And now, you had police in your room.

"We have a few questions to ask you, Young Lady."

You scoffed. "Well, can you do it without handcuffing me to the bed? Please."

The older Sheriff considered you before nodding to the younger officer who unlocked your handcuffs.

"Where's Dewey and Randy? Are they okay?"

"Yes. Deputy Dewey and Randy Meeks are in recovery."

You breathed out a sigh of relief, even if it was short lived. You sat up, rubbing your wrist as they started bombarded you with questions.

"I'm going to give it to you straight, kid. We have two teen girls dead at this party, three wounded, one was a deputy on my police force. Three bodies not found-"

Your eyes widened. "Not...Not found?"

"That's right. Now, because of the fire; most evidence is gone. How convenient...All we do know is that we found you in the killers costume and another victim testified against you."

Your eyes narrowed. "...Gale." You mumbled under your breath.

The Sheriff sighed rubbing his nose and leaning back in his chair. "It doesn't look good, YN... Your boyfriend turned up dead and rumor around town is that you had something to do with it...An affair with one or both of the boys involved."

You shook your head in disgust. "So, what? Rumors are facts now? A bunch of teens also said Sidney was a slut and that was far from the truth."

"A few students saw how enraged Billy Loomis was with Randy Meeks when you returned to school. Something about defending you for being accused of being the killer...You were close to Mr. Loomis, weren't you?"

You gawked at him. "Of course I was! I am with Randy and Tatum and-"

He interrupted you with a stern voice. "But they weren't the killers, were they?"

You felt your brows turn up and your mouth tighten into a frown.

He continued. "Eye witnesses saw you dancing very intimately with Stu Macher while his girlfriend Tatum Riley went missing. What are the odds we find her dead in the garage?"

You felt your throat burn. "...I. Had. No. IDEA." You gave through your teeth. "Stu was distracting me while Billy killed her. Okay?! I had no idea!"

"How would you know that?"

You faltered and the officer and Sheriff gave each other looks. "Now, you clearly knew the killers on a very personal level. You're going to tell us everything we need to know at the station."

"What?" You were shocked as they forced you out of the bed, your body screamed in pain, especially your left arm and shoulder as they went to handcuff you. "Hey! I can answer everything here! You can't-"

"Stop!"

You all turned to see Dewey enter the room in a hospital gown, out of breath as a nurse yelled after him.

"Deputy, what are you doing out of bed? Son, you had a knife to the back!"

"Listen, don't take her into questioning...I can testify she wasn't involved."

"How?"

Dewey fully walked into the room. Tugging at his hospital gown to keep it closed. "Because...We both had a plan to take down the killers...Behind your back...Uh, Sir." He sheepishly gave.

You both told everything. Every detail. School, the night at your house, your call to Dewey, the party, your plan behind Billy and Stu's back. Dewey had to come clean about sneaking off with Gale as well. After he was stabbed in the back, he had no further details. You told the rest.

"- And if you need more, Randy was awake for a solid 10 minutes afterwards. But GALE was only there for 2 minutes at the max. She had no idea. She just saw me preventing her from shooting Billy with a costume on and ran with it."

Dewey looked torn as you talked about Gale. But nodded along at what you said regardless.

You sighed sadly. "...But the only one there for the entire thing was Sidney...And she's gone."

The Sheriff eyed you. "...Let me ask you this one thing...Why? Why didn't you let Gale shoot Loomis and save a life?"

You frowned deeply. "...Because they may have been sick but they were my friends too. If someone you cared about turned out to be a murderer; would you want them dead or apprehended? Even if they were trying to kill someone else you cared about...Could you let them be shot in front of you?"

The Sheriff stared at you for a moment before sighing and running a hand over his head. He walked over to the hospital window, thinking as he looked out of it.

"...Deputy, go get a statement from Meek." The officer nodded and left. The Sheriff turned to both you and Dewey. "Dewey, we'll talk about this after your healed up at the station. Monday."

"Y-Yes, Sir." He muttured with a nervous swallow.

He turned to you. "You're still under investigation but your free to go for now. Rest up, kid. Regardless, you've been through Hell."

You nodded and dapped at your eyes as Dewey handed you a tissue from the table with a small smile.

You took it but stopped the Sheriff before he left. "Wait. I have a question for you."

He raised a brow but turned to you. "Yeah?"

You rolled your lip before staring at him. "...Why the hell did it take you guys so long to reach us?"

He blinked in surprise. "We got there when we could-"

"Bullshit." Your temper flared, the entire night too fresh in your mind. Just a few hours ago, you were fighting for your life. "I called as soon as I found Tatum's body. It was 9:06 according to the clock in Gale's van. I saw the clock as me and Sidney and Randy were sitting on the floor....It was 9:56. God knows how much more time passed before the house caught fire. There is no way you all came 'as soon as you could.'"

The Sheriff was tight lipped. "Young Lady, we are under a lot of pressure-"

"Pressure? You call sitting behind a desk and riding around in a car patrolling the empty streets 'pressure'?!"

"YN, we were. Please..." Dewey softly begged as you sighed.

You continued. "I want to know...Why weren't you there within at least 15 minutes of my call? I have the right to know."

The Sheriff looked guilty, sighing and folding his arms. "...We've had a lot of prank calls."

You gave a humorless huff of laughter before it turned into a glare. "So you're telling me; that you thought my call was a prank?"

He froze in his tracks, looking away but nodding.

You shook your head. "My friends are dead. We couldn't save Tatum but Sidney and Neil could be alive right now, Gale and Dewey could have not been wounded, I could have prevented being wounded, maybe even Randy! Most of all, Billy and Stu would have been caught. This entire night of HELL could have been avoided; but it wasn't. All because your office thought it was a prank."

He didn't look at you. Dewey's eyes darted between you both as the Sheriff nodded. "YN...I know. I have a lot of guilt over a few cases in my career...But this one takes the cake. I apologize for that."

You felt your chest ache as you hissed through clench teeth, trying to prevent a sob from escaping. "With all due respect Sheriff, that apology will never be good enough."

He nodded firmly. "I respect that and understand...Blood of those innocent kids is on my hands and my precinct...Take it easy, YN." He mumbled before leaving. Head hung low and shoulders tense.

You watched him leave before you turned to thank Dewey and blew your nose after wiping your eyes on the tissue. Sniffling after what felt like the thousandth time crying within the last 48 hours. You opened your arms wide, your left one not as much.

"Uh, you sure?"

"Yes, Dewey. I need a hug and I think you do too." You mumbled with a sad smile.

The bullet wound Gale made on your trapezius muscle hurt worse than any pain you had ever felt. You still offered him a hug and he eagerly took it. Stooping down over the bed to hug you.

"Watch the back, kiddo." He chuckled against you as you felt the wrappings under his gown. You hugged him with one arm, your other one too sore to even raise up. He tried adjusting the gown open in the back with one hand while hugging you. He sheepishly laughed when you did. "Sorry, damn hospital gowns. Why can't they give you pants as an option?"

You scooted over, offering him a seat on your bed instead of bending over. He took it, hugging you with a long tired sigh.

Moments passed in each others arms. You felt him stiffen against you as he mumbled. "...I can't beileve she's gone."

Your lip trembled as you heard the pain in his voice. You felt his shoulders shake against you as you buried your face in his shoulder and cried as well.

"Dewey...She fought hard. I hope you know that. She-" You couldn't finish your sentence as he cried against you.

His voice trembled, his chest rumbled against you as he spoke. "It's all my fault. If I wouldn't have left with Gale...I could have saved my baby sister..." He released a soft sob that made your stomach twist. Dewey had always been so good to you, he felt like family. Hearing him cry like this for the first time over someone you both loved felt like torture in its own way.

You pulled away a moment, sniffing back a choked sob. His brown eyes wet and red rimmed. You shook your head furiously. "Dewey, it's Stu and Billy's fault. Okay? You did everything you could...Tatum would be calling you a wuss and an idiot right now to tell you that." You forced out a laugh and Dewey smiled, a small chuckle escaping him that quickly faded. You hugged him again as he gently cried against you.

"It's over...It's finally over." You mumbled, closing your eyes and hanging onto the man that felt like everyone's older brother and the last piece of Tatum you had left.

One Week Later...

You watched the ceremony held on your football field for those that died. Casey Becker, Steven Oarth, James Davis, Kenneth Jones, Arthur Himbry, Tatum Riley, Sidney Prescott and Neil Prescott. The Macher's fought the school claiming their boys name should be up there; that they had no proof...The Loomis's, especially Hank...They knew. He had to quietly mourn his son in private...So did you.

You and Randy were encouraged as the sole survivors to say a few words on stage. You felt all eyes on you, cameras flashing and reporters trying to get a glimpse of you both.

You stood next to Randy, both of you looked at one another before he spoke.

"Uh.." He got to the mic, a nervous smile twisting his lips. "I'm not the best at public speaking...I mean, what do you say? I didn't know the other victims that well... Well, except Principal Himbry. Tatum was the most insufferable jerk but...She was our jerk. And Sidney..." He hesitated, a distant look in his eye. "Sidney Prescott was the most amazing, kind, strong willed girl I ever met. There hasn't been a day that I haven't thought of her." His voice cracked and he cleared his throat to cover it up. You gently reached out to touch his arm. He looked at you and you smiled sadly to take over.

You stepped up to the podium with a heavy breath. Camera's flashing and microphones up to hear you. You saw the glares you got, the whispers, the rumors that you were involved. You were secretly grateful for the lights in your eyes obscuring your vision of the crowd.

You pushed it aside to speak. "Tatum and Sidney were my best friend's and James was my boyfriend. This last summer, we all made good memories together. Unforgettable ones. I only knew these people less than a year, and yet, they forever touched my life in ways I will never forget..." You smiled and laughed under your breath. "One time, I was upset over a fight I had with James. It was something stupid he apologized for by getting me a stuffed bear with an ugly bowtie... Anyways, I went to Tatum and Sid's to talk. I always joked that Sidney was the mom friend of our group and Tatum was the messy Aunt. "

You heard a few chuckles from the crowd along with sniffles and cries before continuing. "Tatter told me that life was too short to not love yourself while Sid told me life was too short to not love others. That loving yourself leads to love for others...I thought it was dumb at the time...But now that they're gone; I'd do anything to get that night with them back. And tell them how much I loved them... " You tightened your mouth to keep it from wobbling. Randy wrapped an arm around your shoulder as he helped lead you away and the cameras flashed. The Vice Principal taking over to talk.

Randy led you back to the chairs next to your parents, his parents and the Riley's up front. You quietly cried in your hands as Randy hastily rubbed his eyes. You heard someone behind you make a remark about 'crocodile tears' to someone else...You clenched your fist against your face.

'Don't turn around. This is about Tatum and Sidney; not you.'

The ceremony ended with balloons being released. All white. People left trinkets and candles at their pictures. You felt a strange sadness at James picture. Awful to you the last month or not, things were good in the beginning. A memory of him lifting you over his shoulder over a football game as you laughed until you couldn't entered your mind. Or him kissing you in the rain when he first started dating you. Then the heart ache came from seeing Tatum and Sidney. Every memory you had was in the eyes of those pictures. Forever haunted by what they looked like in their final moments. You covered your mouth to prevent a sob as you walked by.

You left, leaving the back way as Dewey guided both you and Randy to your ride. The media followed you regardless.

"YN! YN! How does it feel to hear the rumors?"

"YN! As the final girl, what helped you survive this tragic ordeal?"

"YN! Is it true you had a relationship with one of the killers behind your friends backs?"

"YN! Can we get a statement to tell the world? As the final girl and survivor of the Woodsboro Massacre; what do you say?"

You slammed the car door and buried your face in your hands. Randy sat next to you at the window.

"God, what a circus." He muttured, sagging back into the seat with his eyes closed. Both of you were exhausted.

You wanted to ride with Randy and Dewey instead of your parents. You insisted, especially with the move already in progress. Your parents left the ceremony early just to get home and pack. People were harassing you and your family. Woodsboro just didn't feel like home anymore...

You glanced over at Randy, a few minutes into the ride. "Randy?"

You only got a hum as he kept his eyes closed to decompress. You fidgeted with your fingers, glancing over at him.

"I'm...I'm moving."

He opened his eyes, staring up at the car ceiling but not at you. "I see...Well, I hope everything works out."

You turned in your seat to stare at him. "...That's it? Your friend is moving far away and that's all you have to say?"

He released a groan before looking at you. "YN...What do you want me to say?"

"I don't know...Gee, I'll miss you?"

Randy sighed but didn't answer. You shook your head and talked with your right hand in exasperation. "Randy, I haven't talked to you for an entire week! What is it? Just say it."

"Fine. Ya want me to say it? You're the reason Sidney is dead."

Your mouth hung open at how much that stung. Dewey was driving and he interjected. "Hey! That is completely unfair and not tru-"

"Oh cut the crap, Dewey. You were knocked out for most of the night. " He turned back to you, a strange emotion on his face. "...Why didn't you just let Gale shoot that greasy fuck in the head? Huh!? What was the world missing with one less psychotic kid with mommy issues in it?"

"Because that greasy fuck was my friend regardless of what he did! I wanted them to get help, not die!"

Randy huffed with tears in his eyes and a humorless smirk. "Yeah, good for you. Good for you, YN! Because your kind heart got her killed."

You felt like someone shot you in the chest...The only friend you had left wanted nothing to do with you.

He looked out the window, a single tear rolling down his cheek as he rested his chin in his hand. You chewed at your fingertips to distract yourself as you looked out your window as well. You saw Dewey twist his mouth into a frown and give you a sympathetic glance in his mirror as he drove you both home.

He stopped in front of Randy's house. He opened the door, turning his head over his shoulder to you one last time. "YN...I'm sorry...But I just can't look at you without thinking of her."

You fought back tears as you nodded. "I understand...Is this a...Permanent goodbye?"

"...Yeah. I think so."

"Randy...Thank you for everything. I hope you have...A great time in college." You forced a smile even when your stomach felt like throwing up.

"You too...Bye YN." He shut the door and your entire world crumbled. You tried to fight back tears as Dewey drove, sadly looking at you in the mirror.

"YN...He's missing out on a wonderful person. It's not your fault for wanting to do the right thing."

"Then why does it feel like it?" You whispered sadly before he drove a bit more, pulling up to your house. He parked the car and got out of his seat. He hobbled to your side of the car and opened it, pulling you into a hug the best he could with his injury. Treating you how he would have his own sister. You sobbed against him. He truly felt like the only person that knew and understood.

"God I sure am going to miss you, kid...You remind me of Tatum so damn much..I know that's wrong but you leaving feels like I'm losing her all over again..."

You held him close as he rubbed your back. "I feel the same way about you...You feel like that last connection to her. To everyone." You pulled away to look at him. "You were a good brother to her, Dewey. You were."

"I'm going to miss you for you too, ya know. You were the best chauffeur." You joked and you both gave a slight chuckle at that.

"You too, YN. You're a fighter. You are going to do great things no matter where you go."

"Well, maybe you'll be Sheriff next time I come to town?"

He gave a tight smile and shook his head. "Afraid not...I was fired."

"What? Why?!"

He didn't answer and you felt guilt wring you dry, as if you didn't have enough as is. "...It was our plan, wasn't it?"

He released a breath and looked down. "Yeah...Yeah, it was. My superior blamed me for not letting him know."

You clenched your teeth. "That stupid balding fat fuck! Even if you told, he wouldn't have taken it seriously! It took a fire alarm and neighbors seeing smoke to send their asses out there! Fucking prick!"

He gasped at you. "YN, language! Geez..."

You both stared a moment before laughing. You rubbed your eyes with a smile. He leaned against the frame of the car door laughing. "God, you really are Tatum's friend."

You chuckled as he helped you out of the car. "Well they're losing one hell of a deputy. You're better off at another district anyways if Woodsboro can't appreciate you."

"We'll see." He walked you up to your door. Your parents cars were there. "...Guess this is goodbye, YN."

"I guess so." You opened your door, Dewey behind you when you both saw furniture laying everywhere and red blood stains on the carpet. You clutched your mouth. Your world shattering again as you whimpered your parents names. You felt like screaming and throwing up. You thought this nightmare was over! Dewey instantly got his carried to concealed gun he owned. He got in position and told you to get behind him. Your heart hammered as he crept in and you slowly followed. Your eyes searched for your family, heart thumping and body shaking as you walked into your house.

Both of you screamed, jumping and practically falling onto each other as a box flew in from the other room just to see your parent shoving another box out into the room. You released a groan and Dewey put his gun away as they explained the mover cut themselves on a box cutter.

You turned to Dewey with a shake of your head. "One last final scare, huh?"

"Yeah, I don't need anymore of those." He gave a stressed laugh before waving goodbye and heading out.

After a talk with your parents and calming down; You went up to your room to finish packing. Your cat rubbed on you as soon as you entered the room. You saw all your pictures on the bed and sighed heavily. Tracing the peoples faces in them as if they were actually there. Tatum, you and Sidney doing the can can after secretly sneaking off into the park at midnight. Stu kissing your cheek as you laughed. Randy and Stu making funny faces behind Sidney and Billy kissing. Dewey unknowingly in his boxers with coffee and Tatum giving a thumbs up behind him. You and Billy sitting side by side smiling at each other on a bench; unaware that Tatum took the photo. You and Sidney hugging after a dance with your hair done up and gowns on. The entire gang in Billy's camero watching a movie at the drive in.

You released a shaky breath and closed your eyes. Wondering so many things. Things that would never be answered now. While everyone mourned only Sidney and Tatum...You mourned both Billy and Stu as well. Crying softly at night as you remembered Stu's laugh and Billy's smirk. Stu's cinnamon gum he constantly chewed and Billy's spicy cologne. The kiss you shared...It was a heavy burden that you kept secret.

Halfway through packing; you noticed a letter on your desk. It had your name on it. You scrunched your brows, thinking it was either another death threat in the mall or someone wishing condolences. The writing felt strange. It felt familiar. You hesitated before opening it. You clutched your mouth and gasped as you some the handwriting and what it said.

"Sweetcheeks, this ain't over. Not by a long shot...We're coming for you. Tell your folks to prepare the funeral."

[hellotvshowtrash]

Angel

Requested by @elijahs-wife​ : Hi Ashlee!! Could you write a fic using the prompt "I think I'm in love with you and I'm terrified"? Sending love 💗💗

A/N: TEHANI THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST ily 💗 I’m sorry this took me a little bit!! I wanted it to be something worth posting! I’m still iffy on it. 

I don’t think I will never NOT be terrified to send something out into the void, so please like/reblog if you enjoyed!! and if you want to read any more from me, feel free to send me a request! I love all our mikaelson boys (except Finn tbh sorry) so i’m down to write for more than just Elijah!

Elijah Mikaelson x female!reader

Word count: 2,970

tw: kind of sad, mentions of being an orphan, not a whole lot!

credit to the gif creator!!

Elijah stood in the crowd, absentmindedly sipping his champagne while listening in on different conversations. Laughter bubbled throughout the compound at another Mikaelson ball. He sighed and made his way to find his brother. He heard Klaus from far off, bickering with Hope about the dress she had chosen for the night.

"Dad, it's my birthday ball. I should be able to wear what I want!" She huffed. Elijah turned the corner into one of the various hallways of the compound, coming around to see the father and daughter facing off.

He chuckled, "Children, please," he said, eyeing Hope's admittedly short dress. Her hair was curled and she sported a sky blue cocktail dress. "Although your father may have a point," Elijah stated, raising an eyebrow.

Klaus gestured to Elijah, "Thank you, brother!" He exclaimed.

"I'm 18! I'm going to wear whatever I want," Hope said, storming into the party with finality. Elijah walked closer to his brother, putting a hand on his shoulder, stifling a laugh.

"She is very strong-willed, like her father," He said, raising his champagne flute to his lips. Klaus glared at his brother and sighed. "She has a point though. She is a young woman now. Just give her this one night to do and wear what she wants." The men turned and departed the hallway, heading back into the party. Klaus grabbed a champagne flute and headed to stand on a flight of stairs. Elijah stood at the base, looking into the crowd again.

"May I have your attention!" Klaus called out into the large room, "I would like to say a few words about my daughter, Hope." Klaus smiled down at her as he began his speech. Elijah continued to scan the room. His brother's voice faded from his ears when his eyes landed on a woman amongst the crowd, standing with his sister Freya. She was beautiful, wearing a blush coloured, floor-length dress. Her Y/C/H hair flowing down her back in an elegantly curled braid. She beamed up at Klaus as he gave his heartfelt speech about Hope. Elijah felt an unfamiliar sensation in his chest, a feeling he hadn't felt in a very, very long time.

In unison, the crowd lifted their glasses and cheered, "To Hope!" The woman put her glass to her full, pink lips. The room erupted into conversation and movement, and Elijah lost sight of her. As if jogged from a trance, Elijah put his champagne on the nearest surface and began searching the crowd once more. He pushed passed strangers and friends alike to get to where he had spotted her. He broke through the other side of the crowd, looking around for her or Freya. He found the two making their way around the outskirts of the party, talking and laughing together. He took a second to compose himself, putting his left hand in his suit pants pocket. Taking a deep breath, he followed after her.

"Good evening," he said casually, coming up behind the two women. They turned and Freya greeted him with a smile and a warm hug. The stranger stood by with a polite smile on her face.

"Elijah! I was wondering when I'd see you," she pulled away and turned to the woman next to her. "Y/N, this is my brother, Elijah." Freya smiled at Y/N.

"Hello, Elijah," She greeted, extending her hand. Rather than shaking it, Elijah took her hand and raised it to his lips, kissing it softly. Blush crept up Y/N's cheeks as Freya's eyebrows raised.

"It's a pleasure to meet you," Elijah said, not taking his eyes off her Y/E/C ones. "May I have this dance?" He heard her heartbeat quicken as she gave a small nod, letting Elijah gently tug her to the dance floor.

"I guess I'll just hang out here! By myself!" Freya called after them, huffing to herself.

--

Y/N was a New Orleans French Quarter witch. That was how she and Freya had met and became friends. Y/N had started coming around the compound more and more frequently over the following weeks, becoming closer to the Original family. Rosie cheeks and stolen glances at Elijah filled her visits under the excuse of hanging out with Freya. She loved her friend, truly, but she couldn't get her mind off of the oldest Mikaelson brother. He, on the other hand, seemed to distance himself from her after his first introduction. She had hoped that she didn't offend him in some way. “Maybe I’m just not his type,“ She thought to herself.

"Y/N?" Freya's voice sounded in Y/N's head, jogging her from her thoughts.

"What, I'm sorry?" She looked at her friend, confused. They were sitting on a couch located in the library of the compound, pulling a late-night together. Her thoughts of Elijah had distracted her mid-conversation.

Freya rolled her eyes. "I asked if you'd like to come to the Halloween party we're throwing here this weekend. Hope wants it to be a big event, and you know Klaus would do anything to keep her happy." Freya smiled at Y/N.

Y/N nodded, thinking about the father/daughter relationship Hope and Klaus had brought a sad smile to her face. She was glad Hope would have the love of family throughout her life. Y/N was alone in New Orleans, growing up in different foster homes and halfway houses. Her real family unknown to her, she had been tossed from house to house because of the unexplainable things that happened around her. Until she met Vincent, back when he was still married to Eva Sinclair. He taught Y/N about what living in New Orleans really meant for people like her. He made her feel like she belonged.

"I'd love to come! Costume party?" Y/N asked, sipping tea from her mug.

Freya nodded, "Hope wouldn't have it any other way."

–

Elijah rolled his eyes. "I will not be wearing a costume. I believe I may just stay behind and let you all enjoy the fun," He said to Hope and Klaus. Hope was trying on her little red riding hood costume for the party that night when she turned and glared at Elijah.

"Come on, Uncle Elijah. Auntie Bex is! I even got dad some devil horns that he's going to wear, right dad?" She looked over at Klaus who grimaced and looked at Elijah pleadingly.

"Yes, darling, I'll wear them," He said, defeated. Hope smiled and looked back at Elijah. Elijah shook his head again, turning to exit the room.

"Y/N will be there," Hope exclaimed as he walked toward the door. Elijah stopped in his tracks and closed his eyes, sighing. She knew that would get him to come. He wasn’t as good at hiding his feelings as he thought he was, or maybe Hope was just perceptive. Hope smiled triumphantly to herself as she turned back to the mirror to look at her costume once more, perfecting the details.

--

Y/N entered the compound, her dress flurrying around her as she was met by a large crowd of people. The sun had set and the party was in full swing. The Mikaelson’s sure know how to throw a rager, she thought to herself. She walked farther into the crowd, her dress and cloak billowing around her. She headed toward the bar, keeping her eyes peeled for Freya.

"There you are!" Freya's voice came from behind her, muffled by the music. Y/N turned and saw her friend dressed in a bright pink dress, star wand in hand with a large crown atop her head. Y/N stifled a laugh at the sight.

"And what are you supposed to be?" Y/N said over the music.

Freya frowned, "What, you don't get it? I'm Glinda! You know, from The Wizard Of Oz?" She flourished her wand in Y/N's face and laughed.  Freya was already a few drinks in. "Who are you supposed to be?" She asked, her words slightly slurred.

Y/N looked down at her costume, and back up to Freya. "I'm Sarah Sanderson! From Hocus Pocus," Y/N twirled in her spot. She and Freya giggled as Y/N spun. Mid-spin, she spotted Elijah coming down the stairs and her breath hitched in her throat. She didn't take Elijah for the costume type, so she hadn't expected him to be here tonight.

He looked absolutely regal in his black suit and tie. Large white angels wings sprouted from his back. He looked around the room while coming down the stairs, not yet seeing Y/N. Freya followed Y/N's gaze and saw Elijah.  She drunkenly put an arm around Y/N's shoulder.

"You know, I think you have a thing for my brother," She accused. Y/N blushed, turning away from the angel.

"I'm the last person he would be interested in if I was," Y/N cast one last look his way before turning back to the bar, ordering a drink. "Let's get this party started," She said to her friend, giving her a smile. She reminded herself to not get attached. Everyone leaves eventually.

--

Y/N and Freya were joined by Rebekah, but they couldn't quite tell who she was dressed as. All they could tell was that it was tight and it was spandex. The three danced and drank in the middle of the party, not a care in the world. Elijah watched from the bar protectively. Something about this woman was so magnetic, so charming. He couldn't bring himself to admit that there was a flame ignited in his heart at the sight of her. He doesn't let people in. She's a mortal witch, her life span was the blink of an eye compared to his. No, he wouldn't let himself get attached. She would see him for the monster he was. He turned to mingle with the crowd, although he never let the three women leave his line of sight.

Y/N was having the time of her life with her friends, drunkenly dancing the night away.

“I’m going to go grab more drinks!” She slurred to the other two girls. They cheered in response as she turned and stumbled toward the bar. She caught the bartender's attention and ordered. He returned with three shot glasses and she thanked him, turning to get back to dancing. Before she could take a step, she collided with someone.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” She cried, slurring her words. She stumbled back to look at the person she collided with, finding the handsome angel she had been eyeing earlier. He pursed his lips, wiping the front of his suit with his handkerchief. “Elijah,” she gasped, “I am so sorry, let me he-”

“Do not bother, Y/N,” he said, holding his hand up. He glared in her direction, not looking in her eyes. She gulped at his response.

“Please, let me make it up to you,” She tried dipping her head to catch his eye. He turned and motioned to the bartender for more shots.

“Have a pleasant evening,” He nodded curtly at her and turned to walk away, leaving her standing there, unsure of what just happened. Anger flared in her chest as she watched the angel walk away. She grabbed one of the shots that the bartender had set out and downed it quickly. Taking the other two to her friends, she let the music take her away, continuing to party.

-

The night continued on and the party began to thin out, while the three girls in the center of the dance floor kept going, laughing and dancing. Elijah had kept his eyes on them, amazed at how the two witches could keep up with the vampire. Elijah looked around at the few stragglers left, sitting around drunkenly talking to one another. He made his way across the compound, heading towards the stairs to head up to his room for the night. The music was quieter now,  not as upbeat. Y/N saw him moving across the dance floor and stumbled as fast as she could to get in front of him.

“Elijah,” She slurred,  “Please let me apologize for earlier. Dance with me!” She scooped him away before he could object, wrapping her arms around his neck, not letting him leave.

“Y/N I-” He started, but she shushed him, swaying to the music.

“Elijah I know you don’t like me that much, and I don’t know why but I just want to let you know that I’m sorry for spilling those drinks on you and I’m sorry for making you hate me for whatever reason,” she drunkenly let her head fall on his chest while she spoke, her eyes fluttering shut.

Elijah’s eyes widened at her speech, his hands falling to rest on her back. She hummed at his touch and smiled, eyes still closed. “Y/N… I apologize for making you feel that way, that was not my intention.” He looked down at her, “I just wanted to keep you safe,” He whispered.

Suddenly Y/N slumped into him, dropping like dead weight. Elijah reacted quickly and scooped her up, seeing she had passed out. He looked toward Freya and Rebecca who had already fallen asleep on the couch, snuggling into each other. His heart warmed at the sight of his sisters together. He refocused on the beautiful woman in his arms and began to climb the stairs, heading toward his room. He gently opened the door and crossed the room, laying her in the bed and covering her up. She adjusted into the comfort of the bed, grabbing Elijah’s hand as he slid his arms out from underneath her.

“Stay with me?” she mumbled. His heart softened and he silently agreed, stripping out of his wings and suit jacket. He crossed to the other side of the bed and slid into it, careful not to touch her. She turned to him and opened her eyes slightly. “Will you hold me?” she asked quietly. Tears brimmed her eyes.

He nodded and opened his arms to her, confused and worried. “What’s wrong, darling?” He whispered.

She moved into his open arms and placed her head on his chest, wrapping one arm around the front of him tightly. He felt his shirt dampen where her head lay. He held her close, rubbing one hand up and down her back, waiting for a response. He felt her start to tremble next to him.

“I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified,” she whispered into him. She let out a small cry, scared of his reaction. “I’m terrified you’ll hate me for telling you. I’m terrified you’ll leave if we do end up together. I’m terrified of everything falling apart. I’m terrified of people leaving.”

Elijah’s heart cracked at her words.

“Y/N.. I think I’m terrified to admit the feelings I have for you. I wish nothing more than for your safety and happiness,” He kissed her hair and he felt her relax in his arms. She had fallen asleep on him, inebriated and vulnerable. Elijah held her for the rest of the night, stroking her hair and cherishing the moment.

-

When morning came, Y/N thought her head would explode. She groaned and rolled over, putting her hands over her face. The bed was empty beside her. How did she get in the bed? Her memory was fuzzy, but she remembered large white wings and strong arms carrying her. She sat up in bed, suddenly panicked, realizing who’s room she was in. What else had happened? She concentrated, squeezing her eyes shut.  “I wish nothing more than for your safety and happiness,“ She remembered hearing his deep voice whisper to her before she fell asleep. Her heart thudded heavily in her chest. Had she dreamt of this confession? Did her drunken subconscious trick her into hearing his voice?

Someone cleared their throat in the doorway, startling her. She looked up to see Elijah holding a tray with water, aspirin, eggs, and toast. She blushed intensely, trying to brush her hair down and make herself look decent. He smiled at her warmly. “Good morning. I apologize for startling you,” He said. He crossed the room to her, putting the tray on the nightstand and sitting on the bed next to her.

He stared into her eyes, warmth flooding his chest. “It wasn’t a dream,” he said quietly, confirming her silent hope. He heard her heart flutter at his words.

Tears brimmed her eyes again. She bit her lip and looked down at her hands. “What does this mean for us?” She whispered.

He reached out and moved her chin to look at him. “It means I love you.” He smiled at her. Tears spilled onto her cheeks as she smiled and leaned forward, closing the space between them. She kissed him with no regard for the world around them. Her hands moved to his neck, tangling in his chestnut hair. He pulled her close, deepening the kiss and laying her on the bed. The eggs and toast got cold before Y/N got to them.

-

“I’ve been wanting this since you asked me to dance that night.” Y/N said, playing with Elijah’s hand as they laid side by side. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head.” She smiled.

He adjusted to put his arm around her and pulled her close, kissing her head. “You will never have to be terrified again. I am here and I’m not leaving you. You have my word.” He moved her chin with his free hand to gaze into her Y/E/C eyes. He kissed her again, hoping to convey his pent up love and lust in one kiss. He knew he’d never be able to make her understand the depths of his affection for her. Just as he knew he may never know the extent of hers for him.

She pulled away slightly and whispered, “I love you and I’m not terrified anymore.”

[stunudo]

Something Wicked

A Criminal Minds Fan-fiction

Featuring: Dr. Spencer Reid x Female Reader

My Masterlist // Spencer Reid Masterlist

A/N: I decided to just start writing. I hope you guys like this fun seasonal romp! I started this while drinking, but finished it days later. So you should absolutely hold me accountable for shitty things like spelling and lack of plot. xoxo Stu

You half dashed, half crept around the crowds of people. You knew you were being followed, but you hoped your shortness would be an advantage in the masses of bar-goers decked out in their party store costumes and matte painted faces. You tried not to look back, but the exhilaration of the pursuit was getting the better of you. Finally, after the distance seemed great enough you rounded a small coffee cart and peeked over your shoulder.

The faces were all strangers, indifferent in the brisk night air. Your stomach fell slightly, you hadn’t thought you would make it. That sizzling electricity turned to pins and needles along your covered arms. Your neck snapped up, some movement in your periphery causing your senses to realign themselves. Your body lurched forward, ready to continue on your path of dodging through French Maids and Polyester Avengers.

Instead, your face fell against a soft yet reedy surface. The rags covering the torso were a mossy green, while the face peering down at you was a frozen sneer. The brown eyes shining back at you, the only redeeming feature in an otherwise menacing ensemble.

“Hi Spence.” You sputtered, the heat from your misstep tightening across your cheeks.

Before he could reply, though the smirk was evident beneath his mask. Derek Morgan’s long whistle broke through the night air. Everything came into stark contrast, the heat of your breath fogging with each slow exhale. The way your legs twitched from the sudden stop, every inch of exposed skin was protesting the cold. And a knot had formed securely in your stomach.

“Listen, I know you guys have your own thing going on, but let’s get through the night before you start getting out of hand.” Derek’s playful tone had you rolling your eyes, anything to keep them from locking on to Spencer’s again. Anything from making it obvious how much he affected you.

Garcia sauntered beside Morgan’s bulk, their arms linked, her boots heeled and rhinestoned to perfection. Morgan’s costume was simple, an F.B.I. tee shirt beneath his leather jacket. You didn’t think it was very funny post-freshman year of college, but no one was arguing with those biceps. Garcia was an 80s glam rock diva and had the lace and eyeliner to put most of them to shame. You started walking back down the promenade until you spotted them: Hotch and Prentiss in matching costumes.

Where they found them she would never tell, but Hotch had a loud zoot suit of canary yellow, while Prentiss wore a sparkling, TINY, flapper dress beneath their matching trench coats. This was the BAU after-hours, and you were excited to see them all participating. It felt weird without JJ, but you knew she would most likely be chasing Henry around in a cow costume or something equally adorable.

Finally the moment you had all been waiting for, a pristine stretch limo pulled to the curb, and a hulking driver stepped out of the front. Once he opened the back door you all climbed in, with many gawks and a couple of catcalls from the surrounding crowds. Inside David Rossi was smoking a cigar, a silk scarf loose at his shoulders over his burgundy smoking jacket.

Settled in on the bench seat nestled between Morgan and the wall, your evening had officially begun.

Spencer had felt the twinge of mischief in every glance from Y/N, it was equally spellbinding and alarming. Was this flirting? Is that why is mouth felt dry and his palms were sweaty? She wore a standard Hogwarts Robe and had Garcia do  something with her hair to make it a massive tangle and, somehow, Spencer had never her found her more charming.

The party that Rossi had taken them to was phenomenal, a place unlike anything he had dared to suspect from the older profiler. The frights and the lights sent waves of stimuli through Spencer’s lean frame. The magic of pretend monsters overshadowing any memory of real dangers from their day job. Somehow, everyone was having a good time. Yet, Spencer couldn’t shake the feeling that he had a secret, one he wasn’t privy to. The confusion and shame battled through his overzealous mind.

You had been dancing, or what could be described as dancing with the proper time and space away from the crowded hall filled with slutty-what-have-yous and poorly applied grease paint. Everyone in turn had spent a few lively songs on the floor, only you had refused to leave, even when Penelope tried to signal the sacred bathroom break. Prentiss and Garcia each gave you a wilted look, but made for the winding line as a duo. Joke was on them, because you hadn’t even been drinking, much.

“So, you going to keep eyeing Reid or are you finally going to make your move?” Derek had ducked behind you to keep a particular Zombie Football Ref out of your bubble.

“If I am doing anything, Agent Morgan,” You barked against the thudding music. “Is having a good time. I am making myself perfectly approachable, wouldn’t you agree?” You wiggled your eyebrows at Derek before grinning back at Hotch and Reid by the tables near the bar.

“How does Morgan move his hips like that without losing balance? The physics of that stance don’t add up,” Reid muttered. Hotch knew his team members were on the edge of a knife tonight and with Prentiss in something little more than lingerie he felt himself slipping along a similar blade. Maybe it was the atmosphere, around every hidden corner there were dark deeds and roaming hands. Something seemed off, as if a storm was brewing and no one was seeking shelter. They were just waiting to be washed away with the tide.

Emily’s hand found his forearm as the tempo fell, leaving a current from her footfalls to the soles of his shoes and eventually racing over every nerve of his body. He followed her blindly, leaving Reid to talk to thin air. Or if he was as smart as he claimed, to go kiss the girl.

Rossi smirked in the corner at the way the night was unfolding. He nodded briefly at Morgan before turning back to the night’s hostess, a stunning and single, best-selling horror author.

The chase had been lost, nervous energy had eaten away any playfulness the night had stirred within him. Spencer was almost panicking now. Why had he come, even on Halloween these events were always too loud for proper conversation? Words and tangents, those were his lifelines in social situations. Now he was just feebly standing alone in a room full of intoxicated strangers. It was a familiar nightmare, replayed backwards and with fewer fire arms.

Just as he was going to abandon the night’s festivities, a determined poke assaulted his shoulder blade.

“Come on, Creature Feature, your turn,” Y/N’s voice was garbled with the cacophony around them. When Spencer didn’t reply, she grabbed his gloved hand and dragged him with her to the center of the dance floor. She wiggled one monster fist from his hand and then the next, shoving them roughly into the bag she kept beneath her cloak. Spencer didn’t know what to say that would convince her this was ultimately a mistake, one that would leave one, if not both, of them injured or crestfallen. So he just watched her, reminding himself that he still had his mask, that he wasn’t on display. Tonight there was just a monster standing in front of a witch, with total lack of reason and rhythm.

He was overly aware of his heartbeat and how it pulsed through his ears as if his anatomy had been reconstructed as well as his ability to form thoughts. Suddenly, his bare hand was underneath her robe and touching the warmth of her waist, radiating through her button down blouse. She raised her eyes at him, but he missed the message. She sighed, grabbing the other hand and slipping it on the opposite side. Her hands locked behind his neck, forcing his face downwards as she started to sway.

“Spence, you’re going to have to look at me, eventually.” She called up to him, there was no anger or malice in her voice, yet he still recoiled at the broken bubble of perplexing silence.

When he finally met her gaze everything rushed in and then disappeared. Noise, light, oxygen, everything seemed to shoot away from them, as if placing them in a pocket dimension, locked in only by each other’s hold.

They were the same eyes he had studied when she would ask a question or pose a theory. The same eyes that were gentle and apologetic when she had to go back to her desk. The same eyes that were playful and engaging whenever a new statistic left his mouth. But there was something else in their depths tonight. And it took everything in Spencer’s consciousness to swallow once he saw it.

You hadn’t thought it would be this difficult. Clearly, there was chemistry and yet he seemed distant if not disinterested all together. Some profiler you were. When the song changed and there was no rational reason to be clutching to him like a brace-faced teenager, you stepped back. The expectations realigning themselves in your mind so not to become overly self conscious or make a scene. Please, don’t make a scene, Y/N. But then it happened, like someone pushed you into oncoming traffic, you just reached up and took off the mask.

Spencer’s eyes bulged, distrust and shock flooding his chocolate eyes. You didn’t stop there. The second your palm wrapped around the rubber texture of his faux face, you knew you couldn’t be stopped. Once the barrier was removed and your path was clear, you pounced. Heels popped off the ground and your arms flew up, mouth latching on to Spencer’s impossibly pink lips. And you were flying.

Just as quickly as you met your target, you were both falling. People backed away, as Spencer and you went crashing to the floor, the heckling sounds of Monster Mash bursting from the distant speakers.

“Oh my god, Reid, are you okay?!” You scrambled to check on him, touching his hair and rubbing his back, attempting to dampen the pain by spreading pressure. 

“Nothing broken, except any ounce of pride I had left,” Spencer moaned. Slowly you began to notice all the people staring at you both, knowing their attention would only make the matter worse for him. You reached back and grabbed his mask where you had dropped it, shoving it over his face.

“You want to get out of here?” You asked out of the side of your mouth, watching the crowd like a cornered animal watches a pack of wolves. You stood with him, half blinded and sluggish, behind you.

“Please.” That was all he had to say, then Derek and Rossi broke through the ranks, and before the amused glint from Derek’s lips could register in your mind you were ushering Spencer out through the crowd.

“Go! Spence! Go, googogogo!” You squealed with laughter when you made it to the exit, dodging the security guards with graceless flamboyancy.

You stood, breathless on the house’s front path. Spencer ditched the mask, eyes bright and mouth open. You both froze, waiting for the rush to quell.

It never got the chance, because then he kissed you.

And it was delicious.

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Oh i loved that last one~. Oh how about they come in from *ahem* 'working', hear their s/o screaming and run in only to see their s/o standing on the table or counter cause they saw a big fat bug

Michael: He silently entered his s/o’s house. The knife was dripping blood onto his shoe. Last time he’d come home covered in blood, his s/o had kicked him out. He wasn’t going to let that happen again if he cold help it. He assumed his s/o would be sleeping in their bed, since it was three in the morning, but the shriek from the kitchen sent him running in. He never ran, so when he rounded the corner at full-speed, he slipped on a puddle of water and slammed into the wall. “OH MY GOD MICHAEL KILL IT!! KILL IT KILL IT KILL IT!!!” They hollered, clutching onto a chair and pointing at a rather large cockroach. He rubbed his sore shoulder and went to go step on the bug when it jumped on his pant leg. He kicked violently a few times before just stopping and staring at his s/o. “MICHAEL IT’S A HUGE ASS BUG!! AND NOW IT’S CRAWLING UP YOUR LEG!!! KILL IIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT!!!” They hollered. He felt a tickle at the bottom of his mask and then slapped it. The bug fell on the ground, and went to scurry away, but was crushed under his boot. He shivered and then was tackle-hugged. “OH MY GOD THANK YOU!! IT’S BEEN THERE FOR THE PAST HOUR!!” He sighed and shook his head. He loved his s/o, but that was a little extreme...

Jason: He barged into the house, panting slightly and holding his wounded shoulder. He went to go wake up his s/o so they could patch him up, but the scream from the kitchen called him over in a hurry. He saw his s/o, crouched on the counter with a spatula, staring intently at the floor. He tilted his head. “Jason, there’s a big ass bug on the floor and it’s going to have to DIE OH MY GOD JASON KILL IT! IT’S RIGHT THERE!!” They hollered, pointing at the bug. He walked over and picked the beetle up, then tossed it out the window. They jumped down and put the spatula up slowly. “Is it gone? Is it going to fly back in? WILL IT CRAWL INTO MY EAR TONIGHT?!?” He stared at them wide-eyed. Would that bug seriously do that? He slammed the window closed and hugged his s/o, forgetting momentarily that he was covered in blood and bleeding. “Uh, Jason, you’re shoulder...” He let go and looked sheepishly down at his feet. “Oh! Uh, let me get changed and I’ll patch that up for you. Okay?” He nodded and let them walk out on their own, suspiciously eyeing the window, the beetle pail in the middle of it outside.

Leatherface: He came home with a full-belly, his mamas cooked meatloaf still on his tongue. He had his chainsaw over his shoulder and was calmly walking inside when he heard a loud scream. He ran to the kitchen to see his s/o, perched like a cat on the table, a broom in hand. “Thomas, there’s a giant scorpion in here. Kill. It. Now.” They hissed, staring at the large black scorpion on the floor that sat on the floor in the kitchen by the stove. He stared at it for a moment before looking back at his s/o. “THOMAS KILL IT PLEEEEEAAAAASEEEEEE!!!” They hollered. He shined and carefully strode over to the table. He held out his hand for the broom, which he got. He raised it over his head and slammed it down on the scorpion, catching it’s tail and crushing it. He then picked it up and tossed it out the window. He looked back at his s/o in time to be tackled. “You’re home!!” They smiled and laughed, as if they hadn’t been perched on the table moments earlier. He didn’t care though. He happily squeaked and hugged them back, blood getting on the sides of their shirt.

Pinhead: He entered his s/o’s home, ready to tell them about the torture that (Insert most hated person’s name here) had received today, hoping that this would make them feel better about themselves, but the loud scream from the kitchen made me change his mind. He hurried to the kitchen and looked at the amusing spectacle in front of him. His s/o stood on a chair, on top of the table, pressed up against the ceiling and and screaming in fear at a rather large earwig on the floor. He blinked before walking forward and stepping on it. “Better?” He asked, a bored expression on his face. They whimpered and nodded. “Thanks... When did you get back?” “Just now. When you yelled, I thought you’d been attacked by an intruder.” “Might as well have been, that wouldn’t have been NEARLY as scary! Did you SEE the size of that fucking thing?!?” “Yes, I did. I believe I killed it though...” “Yeah, but STILL!! That thing was HUGE!” “Yes darling.” “Like, fucking GINoURMouS!!” “I think you should stop now...” “Why?” “Your voice...” “NEvER mIND ThaT!!” He sighed. This was going to be a long night...

Hannibal: He blinked slowly at his s/o. They were perched on the sink, clutching Earl Gray to their chest, staring intently at a snake on the floor. “Dear, what on earth are you doing?” “DO you not see the giant ass snake in the middle of the fucking room?!?” They hissed, glaring angrily at him. He rolled his eyes. “Yes, I do. But it’s not a threat. How did it even get in here anyways?” “Earl Gray brought it in. And I don’t know if it’s venomous or not.” “And? Just pick it up behind it head.” “No, it’s scary.” They hissed again. “You know you CAN speak up, right?” “I don’t want to. Get it out.” He sighed before walking over to it and picked it up, the snake hissing and writhing. He gently tossed it outside and closed the door. “It’s gone. You can get down now.” “Are you sure?” “Yes, I’m sure. It’s outside.” “What if it gets back in and kills me in my sleep?” “Then I’ll eat it.”

Billy: He hummed as he walked into the house, his s/o probably sleeping or watching a movie. Or, at least, that’s what he thought. The loud and shrill scream from the kitchen made him jump, and he bolted towards the room that usually smelled like popcorn. He tripped over his costume, falling face-first on the floor and on something rather large that got crushed under his mask. “BABE! BABE WHAT’S WRONG?!?” “Oh, you fixed it.” “What?” “There was a giant ass spider and, well, it’s now on your face...” “HOLY SHIT GETITOFFGETITOFFGETITOFFFGETITOFF!!!” HE ran around the kitchen, fanning at his face. His s/o laughed and almost fell off of the chair they were on. “Billy stop running around. Billy, I have a paper towel. Billy just fucking- BILLY LOOMIS STOP RUNNING!!” They laughed, almost doubling over. He eventually threw the mask off and onto the ground and ended up curled up close to his s/o for the rest of the night. He hated spiders.

Stu: He was the coward. He really was. So he came home and saw his s/o cooing over a fucking TARANTULA and ended up on the chandelier. He stared angrily down at the spider. “Do you need a ladder?” “No, get that thing out of here.” “It’s my friends spider. I’m spider-sitting for the rest of the week. So he’s gotta go into his container. Ain’t that right Claude?” “IT HAS A NAME?!?” “Yes Stu. He has a name. Terrifying, isn’t it?” “YES!!” He hollered. “Stu, you are a  SERIAL killer.” “AND?!? I CAN STILL BE SCARED OF BUGS AND CRAWLIES AND STUFF!!!” “Stu, get down.” “NO!!” “...If I give you a cookie, will you get down?” “...Maybe... BUT ONLY IF YOU PUT THE SPIDER AWAY!” They sighed and put the spider into a container. “Fine. Now get down.” “Cookie first!” “Fine, jeez you big baby. I used to be scare of you you know.” “You mean you aren’t anymore?” “Nope. Especially not after this.” He huffed, and opened his mouth, which got a cookie shoved in it.

Norman: He ran back down the stairs of the motel, hearing his s/o screaming. Had they seen mother kill? Had they been hurt? Where they being robbed?!? He burst into the kitchen and screamed. There was a giant rat sitting in the middle of the room. He joined his shaking s/o on top of the table and held the knife over its head. It sniffed the air and scurried away. “W-well at least I didn’t drop it...” “NORMAN BATES DO NOT JINX US!!!” “I’M S-SORRY!!” The rat climbed up onto the counter. His s/o took the knife and threw it at the rat, nailing it right in the side, pinning it to the wall. There was complete silence before his s/o began to shout and jumped off of the table. “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHH! Ohoho!!OH!! Did you SEE that?!? Holy SHIT!! THAT WAS FUCKING AMAZING!!!” They fist bumped the air and ran around, pride decorating their face. He sighed and got down. He took the knife hesitantly and began to gently tap it against the garbage bin to get the rat off. He’d definitively be washing that knife...

David: He walked into his s/o’s house. He was silent, knowing his s/o would probably be asleep. They were trying to transition to his sleep schedule, but he didn’t sleep a lot and they had work. But the hesitant and small voice from the kitchen startled him. “David, are you home?” “Oh. Yeah, hey babe.” “David, there is a giant ass centipede in the kitchen and I want you to come and kill it. Right now.” He snorted and walked into the kitchen. “No need to over-OH MY GOD NO!! FUCK THAT!!!” He saw the giant ass centipede. He did not lie that he saw the giant ass centipede. He didn’t like that giant ass centipede in the least. “Babe please kill it.” “Uh, no, YOU kill it.” He climbed up on the wall and stared at the giant ass centipede that CLEARLY didn’t belong in the natural world. “Babe please...” He looked up at his s/o, who was crying and clearly terrified. He blinked in surprise. “Okay. Fine. But that thing does NOT belong here!” “Yeah...” He jumped off the wall and ran towards the counter, grabbing a huge cookbook that was never used and had a hard cover, and he tossed it at the bug. It made a sickening squelch as the book hit it. He sighed and walked towards his s/o. “It’s gone. Also, that cookbook needs to be burned now.” They nodded in agreement, letting him lift them into his arms and carry them to bed. 

Carrie: She didn’t actively kill unless someone survived her massacre and had the chance to have kids. She came home, now covered in blood, to her s/o standing on top of a chair. “CARRIE THERE IS A FUCKING MOUSE IN THE KITCHEN!!!” She sighed and dropped a pot on the mouse from the living room. “... CARRIE THERE IS NOW A DEAD MOUSE AND A BROKEN POT ON THE KITCHEN FLOOR!” She sighed and rolled her eyes. 

Samara: Her s/o passed out on top of the table. They’d seen the large spider and they’d climbed up before passing out. You see, Samara’s s/o may be able to stand up to her, but they had an extreme fear of bugs. They had a terrible case of arachnophobia. And the large spider slowly creeping towards the table was going to get itself killed. Samara stood over it, glaring. It skidded away, but she was caging it in her long black locks. It jumped up onto her dress and froze, then fell off, dead. She walked up to her s/o and gently shook them, waking them up enough to get them to shuffle to their room. She watched them sleep for a moment before going back to the kitchen and disposing of the bug via garbage disposal. Then she walked back to her s/o’s room and curled up next to them, tossing a blanket over them both and falling asleep. Her s/o really was a colourful figure...

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WEEK 7 - Wrap Up

HOW YOU BOOIN’?!!

Yes, I know that Halloween won’t be here until next week, but when my daughter showed me this clip the other day, I knew I wouldn’t be able to wait that long to post it.  In it, Wendy Williams (talk show host) has a mild stroke/faints on live TV...and in the background as she falls it says on the screen HOW YOU BOOIN’?  LOL.  She explains in a longer clip that this was not a joke and that she did in fact fall and faint but it was because her costume made her too hot and she passed out!  So, how does this pertain to fantasy football?  Easy.  Guys, fantasy football is suppose to be fun.  Just like dressing up for Halloween is fun.  But, if you take it to serious, if you put on too many layers before you head out the door, you are going to overheat and you will pass out.  This year, I want to encourage you to enjoy fantasy football.  Don’t try so hard that you fall and hit your head on something.  It’s just not worth it.  The season will be over before you know it...for some sooner than others, so please relax and enjoy while you still can!

TREE HUGGERS vs MOOSES ON THE LOOSES

Hold up there Scotty K, not so fast!  You can have first place in the “even” division for 1 week but any more than that is not allowed thanks to The Moose!  And yes, that’s what Mitch wants me to believe.   He want’s me to think that the only reason Scott lost this week was all because of Mitch.  I have the text thread to prove it.  He wanted me to “thank him” for beating Scott.  He practically demanded it.  I reminded him that maybe he won because it was the first week this season that Tree Huggers didn’t break 100 points so maybe that was it.  No, he wouldn’t hear that.  He insisted that I thank him and you know what...I did.  I said, thank you Mitch for allowing Matt Ryan to get hurt, thank you for making David Johnson watch the game rather than play in it.  And thank you for leaving points on your bench by not playing Ekeler against the Titans.  If it wasn’t for you, I would not be where I am today.  Literally.  Sorry Scott.  I guess it’s good to get that one out of the way but hard to do it, like I did, against The Moose!  There’s always next week!

ISUCK vs LONG LEFT BALLERS

Speaking of winning.  I won.  But you know what?  Sometimes winning is sweet and sometimes it’s sour.  This week wasn’t all that sweet, I won 119 - 109 but there was literally a moment with 5 min left in the Dallas game where if Dak would have given the ball to Elliott to run in from the 6 yard line instead of taking it in himself - Bebo would have won by 1 point.  Also, had Bebo done the logical thing and played Marvin Jones instead of Calvin Ridley - he would have not only beat me but had the high point win for the week.  And let’s not forget losing Mahomes early...another reason I won.  So, am I glad I won?  Sure.  That kind of stuff happens to all of us...but I do wish that I could have beat him without knowing that 1 move here or 1 player different there and I would have been on a 2 game losing streak.  So, I guess if I need to thank anyone - it’s not Mitch...it’s Bebo for not having a Tight End to play and for the Marvin Jones debacle.  I will say he did put up an impressive 33 points on defense with the 10 point shut out bonus - which kept the game tight until the end.  Good game Bebo.  Go study!

HOWARD vs FUNK GUY

He’s the current Champion of this league.  He’s 5-2.  He just won high point and made $20.  He’s kind of a big deal.  He’s the “Funk Guy” and let me tell you - he takes fantasy football and this league very serious.  If that first paragraph applies to anyone it’s Dana.  Sometimes he might take it too personal.  If you don’t believe me check the waiver wire transactions and see how active he is.  He played Chase Edmonds just because....who does that...Dana does and Chase put up 38.  He had a great week from Brissett with 35 as well.  Howard on the other hand, how did he prepare?  Well he decided to NOT play Aaron Rodgers who had 53 points and he also played an Inactive Player - Devonte Adams.  You know what playing an inactive player tells me?  That Howard just doesn’t give a shit.  You know?  Who does that...plays a player who isn’t playing and let points sit on your bench.  He could have played AJ Brown.  Nope.  It’s disgusting frankly.  Good win Dana.  I am so sorry that you were matched up against someone who probably won’t even read this.  #neighbor

MR AWESOME vs TuPADRE

I am assuming that everyone in the league knows that Andy and Gabe are pretty much best friends.  They do the high five thing, they live in the trendy 12th South neighborhood together, they both play music...you get it.  So it doesn’t surprise me that this week Andy let Gabe win.  He saw that Gabe had only had 1 win this year...he knows he’s busy with his Taco business and he wanted to do him a solid and give him a win.  I wouldn’t even be surprise if they met about it on one of their long “high five” walks and Andy told him who to play and who to sit.  It also wouldn’t surprise me if Gabe gave him free tacos or Ladybird merch to compensate for the “arrangement”.  I don’t know how  you all feel about this but really I could care less.  Let them have their secret deals and shady backdoor football games.  I am going to focus on me and let them focus on them.  “Congrats Gabe” (wink wink)...good win!

BOOMER SOONER vs TRADE WITH ME

If anyone needed a win this week it was Stu Jones.  After losing 3 in row - he really really needed it.  Basically ever since he texted me in week 3 about how he is going to make the playoffs - he has lost...week after week after week.  Brett has a least has sprinkled in a win here and there to mask the pain.  Never mind that this match up was a bit like the Titans vs the Chargers (two 2-4 teams) meeting up in a battle to find out who is the worst.  In this case it was Brett Rutledge who came away with that honor- he is the Chargers in this analogy.  I mean there’s really not much to say about this one.  Fournette and Hopkins did what they were suppose to do and everyone else crapped the bed.  Stu left points on his bench but had enough going on in his line up to finish with the win.  To be honest, it’s possible that Lanakila vs Shart N Sweet should get the Minka award, final game still has to be played, but even if that happens I wanted Stu to have this lovely picture of Minka attending what looks like the premier of “Huntwatch” whatever that is...I am assuming it has little to do with Kareem Hunt...but maybe.  Good win Stu.  Brett - back to the trading room.  If you still want to do that deal of Watkins for Hopkins hit me up!

SHART N SWEET vs LANAKILA

Here we go - Lanakila slides into MNF once again looking to grab a win.  If he does - guess what - he will be 6-1 - something no one else in this league is so that will put him in 1st place over all.  When I sat to start writing this paragraph Lanakila was up 103 - 81.  The Patriots Defense is off to a good start and for Kyle - Sony has grabbed a TD and Meyers already has 35 yards - so it should be a good one to watch....

Ok - so once again the Patriots defense come up huge!  With the shut out bonus they grab a total of 43 points for Cliff.  Amazing.  The Patriots D could prove to be the MVP of the year in the NFL.  I know for Cliff they are for sure his MVP. 

Kyle - you had a great night with Sony Michel but it just wasn’t enough.  But once again - you outscored Mahomes with Watson this week - that HAS to feel good.  Good win Cliff - you almost stole the high point away from Dana.  So close!

SURVIVOR

It’s still going...no one lost.  Everyone moves on. 

[actor-babes]

Scream Part 9

Quality Time "You disgust me," I spat at Stu as he began walking next to me. Late last night at Tatum's, the "killer" had called for Sid. Seeing as how Killer #1 was on jail lock down until his phone records were cleared, she knew it had to have been Stu. "Listen, we never said we wouldn't scare her. It's not like we killed her or anything." "You drive me insane," I hissed at him, turning to face him, "Fall back, here comes your girlfriend." I then continued down the hallway. "Steph!" I rolled her eyes. "Steph! Wait up!" Fuck, I groaned inwardly when I noticed that Stu had caught up to me. School had been cancelled early so that the kids could go off before the town's new curfew went into play. The principal had told me that it was because Sidney had been attacked (again) in the bathroom. This only added to my aggravation towards Stu. "What?" I muttered as he slipped his arm around my shoulders. "What are you doing?" He asked. "Going to go meet Randy so that I can walk home, because your girlfriend drove me to school, and change and relax and then I'm going to work." "How much money you got saved away, Steph?" I looked up at him, "More than you do, Stuart." "Enough for us to run away together and elope?" "In your dreams," I rolled my eyes and began walking away from him again. "Wait!" he whined out. I paused and sighed, turning slightly to face him. "I'm having a party tonight. So…come." I rolled my eyes, "What an invitation! How could I ever decline?" I scoffed and turned on my heel, walking towards where Randy stood waiting for me. "What's going on with you and Stu?" Randy asked softly. Our walk to my house had been silent until then. "Huh?" I turned to face my friend, confused. "You and Stu…I saw his arm around you earlier." "Oh, you know Stu. He's a flirt," I rolled my eyes. "He was being nice so that I would help him with that stupid essay after he blew up at me last night. There's nothing with us, Rands. He's dating Tatum, who is actually one of my really good friends. Thank you, for thinking so highly of me." I turned away from him, frowning. I hated myself. I wanted to grab hold of my best friend's shoulders and shake him; tell him everything and beg him for help. Instead, he grinned, "Sorry, I'm just- I don't know. I've been weird lately," he shrugged as I thought You're not alone, "Ignore me." "Like you're not always weird?" I winked, "You want a ride home? I mean, you walked me all this way." "Yeah," he grinned. "Thank you! I love you!" his eyes widened a bit after he said it. He hadn't meant to say it out loud. "Awh," I smiled sweetly, "I love you too, Randallstein," I pinched his nose and kissed his cheek before unlocking the door and getting in. He blushed momentarily before getting into the other side of the car and letting me drive him home. My ears pricked up. After driving Randy home, I'd gone back to my house to finish some work. I was alone in the house and while I knew the boys wouldn't attack me, they would most likely attempt to scare me. I saw movement in the corner of my eye and then again as a reflection on the computer screen. "You're not funny, Stu," I rolled my eyes as I highlighted a sentence and pushed the backspace button. I began to type a new one. "Awh!" he cried out, "What the Hell?" "You're very sneaky, I'll give you that." "What're you doing?" A thud hit the bed as the noise of Velcro being pulled apart was heard. He'd had the costume on, I noted. "Essay." "Um," he was trying not to laugh, "You know school's canceled, right?" he moved up behind me. "Yeah?" I looked up at him, "And? Like it won't be due when we have to go back." He nodded, "Good point. I'm having a party tonight." "I know," I nodded, "You told me before. Randy and I are going." A grin instantly spread on his face, "How are you and Randy? The perfect couple." "We're not a couple, Stuart," I spoke monotonously. "Oh," he exaggerated. Then, he leaned down and began kissing my neck when he realized that I was paying no attention to him. "Stu," I closed my eyes, "Stop." His eyes opened and he looked at me briefly, grinning again. "Why?" He continued kissing my neck. "Please," I whispered. He shook his head no and moved down my neck and onto my shoulder. I leaned my head back a bit, biting my lip. He made his way up again, nuzzling his face against mine. His lips brushed against mine before pressing firmly against them. After a few seconds, he spun my computer chair so that I was facing him and lifted me up, placing my legs around his torso. He pushed me into the wall and I gasped as my back connected with it. My hands ran through his hair roughly and he began kissing my neck again. His hands were making their way under my shirt slightly when the phone rang. Lowkey glad. I didn't want anything to get out of hand here. "Damnit," he stopped. I realized that the phone was ringing a few minutes after he did and jumped up, "Hello?" "You okay? You're out of breath." Randy. "Out of breath? Oh. I was in the bathroom and I thought maybe you were my dad calling so I ran." "Oh, sorry. Um, are you still driving me to work? We have to be there in fifteen minutes." Shit. "Sorry Rands, I'll be right there." I hung up and ran a hand through my hair, "I have to go to work." Stu nodded, "Alright." I changed, not caring that Stu was in the room, before turning to him. "I'll let myself out," he sighed and stretched, "I might nap here." I rolled my eyes, "Alright, I'll see you later." "You'd better get out of work early." "Yeah, yeah," I waved off his comment and leaned down, kissing him quickly. "Okay, go on," he told me. As he watched me leave, he looked down. He wanted something I didn't necessarily want.