#scream angst

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okay but just imagine ethan being deep inside you then he pushes down at your lower stomach to feel where he is 😦

His fingers roam around your body, then they reach your lower stomach. You shudder at the sudden pressure on the skin of your belly, “I’m filling you up good, am I?” Ethan’s smirk was NOT once innocent.

“Really, really good,” You stammer, keeping one hand on the back of his neck—stroking.

His breathy moans indicated that he was close, you had kept him close just so those pretty little sounds could be reserved for your ears, and yours only.

“Just sit back, take it like the good girl you are—And I might be less harder on you in the future,” His pace being torturous as Ethan tries to gather his words.

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NOT PART OF THE PLAN! stu macher x fem!reader

SUMMARY: in which you discover your boyfriend, stu is hiding a dark secret, which leads to you crumbling his and billy’s plan

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of drugging, manipulation, blood, murder, mentions of death, gunshots, stabbing, mentions of vomit

WORD COUNT: 1.9k +

You muttered a low “Fuck,” under your breath as you forced open your eyes. Your eyelids were heavy. You struggled as you lifted your head up from the pillow, it felt as though it weighed a ton. It took a couple of seconds for your eyes to adjust to the bright light, and for you to realise where you were. The digital clock on the bedside table was the first thing to catch your eye. Shit, how much did you drink? It was past 1AM, and Stu was nowhere to be seen.

You internally scratched your brain for any recollection of the previous night. You remember drinking, a lot, which you presumed caused you to pass out in Stu’s bedroom. But what confused you the most was the fact that Stu wasn’t lying beside you. There was no way the party was still going on. There was a curfew in place, and you distinctly remember having to drag a girl out of the house by her hair because she was so drunk.

You forced yourself up out of the bed and trailed down the hall to Mr and Mrs Macher’s bedroom, where you hoped to find your boyfriend. Instead, when you opened the door, you were met with a rather stomach-churning sight. You let out a gasp, a peculiar feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. Blood. Everywhere. Up the walls, on the floor, splattered across the bed.

“Oh my god. No, no, no.” You repeated to yourself, immediately rushing to sprint down the staircase. If you ran any faster, you’d go flying.

Just as reached the bottom of the staircase, the scene infront of you stopped you in your tracks. Randy was lying unresponsive on the floor of the foyer, blood seeping out from his chest whilst a hysterical Sidney stood over him. By the door, you locked eyes with Billy, but this was not the same Billy you once knew. He stood smirking, scratching the side of his head with the barrel of Dewey’s gun. His white cotton shirt was soaked in blood, and the barbarous look in his eyes was haunting.

You felt sick to your stomach. Was it Billy all along? All this time, your best friend was the one you should’ve been scared of and you were blinded to it. “What the fuck is going on?” You croaked out.

“You know, Y/N. I always thought you were smarter than that.” Billy chuckled, referencing the gun in his hand, “C’mon. Put two and two together.”

You were trying to process too much at once, and it was beginning to get too much for you. The masked killer running around was right under your nose the entire time, and he just shot one of your best friends. Fuck! You trudged your way over to where Randy was lying. The carpet beneath him was quickly turning red with his blood, and his skin was growing more and more pale by the second.

“Is he dead?” Sidney asked between sobs.

You found his wrist, frantically searching for a pulse. You felt the tears prick in your eyes as you were unable to find one. Your emotions built up, a sudden wrath took hold of you, prompting you to pick up a vase that was placed on a table by the front door. You tipped the flowers out onto the floor and ran up behind Billy, smashing the ornament over his head. “You sick fucking bastard!” You cried.

The brunette boy screamed out, using his free hand to grasp hold of your ankle, dragging you down to the floor with him. You whined, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but it was no use.

Instead, you used your right leg to kick him the torso, causing the gun to fly from his hand. A small, yet determined smirk formed on your face as you extended your arm out the grab the weapon, at the hope of freeing yourself. You were so close. Just a few inches fur—

“Bitch.” The Loomis boy spat, stomping his foot on your wrist, stopping you from reaching the gun and causing you to yelp out in pain.

You were forced to put all of the pressure on your other arm as you forced yourself to stand up and attempt to tackle him again. You lunged forward at him, only for the loud ring of his shotgun to fill your ears. You audibly gasped as the bullet tore through your skin, deflecting off your right rib. It felt like your insides were burning out. As though it were a reflex, your hands cupped the bullet hole in your side, your vision blurring at the sight of blood pouring out.

Stu came running into the room at the sound of the gunshot. The beige sweater you once bought him was now red with blood, the cotton torn to shreds. You didn’t even notice the kitchen knife in his hand.

He watched your body collapse against the wall, his face dropping instantly as he turned to the brunette, who looked just as shocked as you did. “What the fuck, man?!” He spat.

Sidney rushed to your side, tearing off her denim jacket and holding it to your gunshot wound, trying her best to apply pressure to it and stop the bleeding. She’d already lost Randy and Tatum, she sure as hell wasn’t going to lose you too.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Your boyfriend shrieked, staring aimlessly at Billy, who simply cocked his head to the side. “We had an agreement, man! You promised me she wouldn’t get hurt!”

The Loomis boy simply shrugged his shoulders. “She got too cocky.” He supposed, “I told you if she got in the way, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill her.”

“You promised, you dick.” Stu whined, dropping the knife to the floor and kneeling down beside you. His hand reached for yours, only for you to slap it away.

“Don’t touch me!” You snapped, causing him to tense up. More tears began to fall down your already stained cheeks. This couldn’t be happening. How could he do this to you? You grabbed the jacket from Sidney’s fingers, pressing it harder to your torso with a wince as you tried to stand up, using the wall to help you.

Once you were up, you stumbled into the kitchen with a stiff Stu traipsing behind you. Sidney tried to follow, but Billy was quick to grab hold of her, pulling her to his chest and holding the gun to her head.

“It was you. It was you all along. It was all you.” You muttered, mostly to yourself, pacing up and down the kitchen. Even saying it out loud, you couldn’t comprehend it. You turned around, gawking at him through glossy eyes, silently begging for an explanation.

Stu frowned, attempting to get closer to you again, but you took a step back, gripping the counter with your fingers. “Y/N, please. You don’t get it.”

“I don’t get it?” You scoffed, tightening your grip on the marble counter as the pain in your stomach started to become unbearable. You weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to stand. “Then explain it to me, Stu! Explain to me why you killed all those people! Casey, Tatum, Himbry, Randy - why’d you do it?”

The tall, blonde boy was unable to look you in the eye. God, he felt so ashamed. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, this wasn’t the plan. “It was Billy.” He mumbled, causing the brunette on the other side of the room to roll his eyes. “It was all Billy’s idea, he made me do it. I swear it, Y/N, please. You have to believe me.”

Peer pressure? Was that his motive? Did he really expect you to believe that? You knew Stu was easily led, he always had been, but now it all made sense. The sick jokes, the slasher references. There had always been something about him and you were too stupid to notice it. Either that or he was too good at hiding it.

His fear grew bigger as you stayed silent. It made him feel uneasy, he didn’t know what you were thinking and that terrified him. He had to get you on his side. He had to make you believe him. “He promised to leave you out of it if I helped him. That’s why we put you upstairs, to protect you!”

“Oh my god…” you whimpered, tears falling from your eyes as the realisation washed over you like a wave. The beers. Holy shit, the beers. “You— you drugged me.” You whispered somewhat sternly.

Stu’s eyes, too glistened with tears. He shook his head, neither conforming nor denying your statement. “To protect you!” He repeated, defending himself, his voice dropping down to the usual soft tone you knew and loved.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You gawked at him, eyes wide.

“You weren’t supposed to get hurt!” He whined, throwing his arms in the air, eyeing your gaping wound. “You weren’t supposed to get shot, that was not part of the plan. All I wanted was to keep you safe, that’s all I wanted! Fuck, if you had just stayed upstairs like you were suppo—”

You cut him off, almost laughing at what you’d just heard. “Are you saying this all my fault?!”

“Y/N, honey, I love you—”

“You’re psychotic.”

“It’s not my fault—”

“You’re a murderer!”

“I did it for you!”

You let out a groan, clutching your stomach with your arm. Your entire body ached, you were exhausted. “What do you expect me to do, Stu?” You sighed in defeat. “Drop everything and forgive you so we can run off into the sunset together? Act like none of this ever happened?”

Stu ran out of words. He couldn’t think of anything else to say to convince you to be on his side. He didn’t want to lose you, that was the last thing he wanted. You were all he had left. He could tell you were tired, tired of everything. You just wanted it all to stop. As harsh as it may sound, in that moment, you wished you never met him. The boy inched closer to you, holding his arms out. He just wanted to hug you, hold you in his arms and inhale your scent, without a care in the world.

You flinched as his fingertips brushed against your skin. You felt sick. In a panic, you reached out behind you, swiping a kitchen knife from the block on the counter, and holding it out infront of you.

Stu took a rapid step back, gawping at your shaking hand. “Baby, what are you doing?” He carefully asked.

“I said… don’t come… near me.” You whispered. Now Stu was scared. Not because of the knife in your hand, but because you were turning pale. You were sweating. Your entire body was trembling, relying completely on the counter behind you to stay upright.

“Y/N, baby, give me the knife.” The blonde pleaded, looking at you with begging eyes.

Suddenly your eyes felt incredibly heavy. You let out a gasp, your grip on the side loosening. The knife slipped out of your hand with a loud crash, and your body collapsed to the floor with it. “Shit! Shit!” The Macher boy cursed, kneeling down bedside you at an instant. He picked up your head, placing it on his lap. His stomach churned as you began to spit up blood.

Once he was preoccupied, searching frantically for something, anything, to stop the bleeding, using the little strength you had left, you reached for knife, grasping it and plunging it straight into his back. “Bastard.” You spluttered, dropping the knife to the floor, lying back down as your boyfriend face-planted the ground, the kitchen knife poking out of his back.

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BETRAYAL !

— “AND I HELD YOUR HAND THROUGH ALL OF THESE YEARS, BUT YOU STILL HAVE.. ALL OF ME.”

pairing; billy loomis x fem!reader

summary; what if your biggest betrayal was by someone you’d held the hand of for so many years? billy loomis was supposed to be a pleasant never ending dream, not a soon to be distant memory turned into your one, true nightmare. (reader is replacing the role of sidney)

author’s note: HI. (i was half asleep whilst writing this and found it in my drafts. fuck knows where i was going with it. after reading it, i’m gonna guess it’s something about the whole ‘betrayal’ thing and the reader not knowing the darker truth behind billy’s motive if he is actually the killer? little does she know lmao. but anyway, take this whilst i go finish some requests and write other content. more reqs are open as always. even when i’m busy, i like writing requests here and there. or i’ll leave them for a bit and come back to em! enjoy this fic that i honestly don’t know why my half asleep self wrote💀)

PLEASE DON’T READ IF MENTIONS OF BETRAYAL, DEATH, OR ANYTHING HORROR RELATED AFFECTS YOU!!

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A shiver ran down your spine as flashbacks of hearing about the deaths of Casey Becker and Steve Orth came creeping back into your head. Had the killer intended for you to be next? Or were you just another random teen fit into this psycho’s cruel joke.

Everything was happening all too fast. Yes, you were now sat in Woodsboro police station after being taken in for your own safety. But did you truly feel safe?

No.

“Y/n?” A voice called out.

“Y/n??”

You quickly snapped out of your unpleasant thoughts, looking up to see Deputy Riley standing over you, holding out a small cup of water.

“Thanks, Dewey.” You whispered with a weak smile, accepting the water and placing it down beside you.

Dewey let out a small sigh as he put a hand on your shoulder. “Try not to overthink things, hm? We’ll have this all sorted out soon enough.”

You ran a hand through your hair, wincing at the sickly feeling you had in the pit of your stomach. You’d been incredibly nauseous ever since you arrived at the station. No wonder. You were probably still in shock after the events of tonight.

“Y/n, please. If you stress you’ll just make yourself even more shaken up than you clearly already are. Do you want me to get the nurse to check you over again?” Dewey asked.

“No, it’s alright. I’ll be fine.”

Dewey gave you a small pat on the back as he cleared his throat, slowly beginning to walk away.

“I’ll take you and Tatum home soon, kay?” He said, turning around one last time before heading back over to Sheriff Burk.

You resumed to wandering back into deep thought. Yeah, you were shaken up from the whole ‘killer’ part of tonight, but that wasn’t what hurt most.

Billy.

His name was beginning to feel like a distant memory, waiting for you to finally let go of.

‘Expect the unexpected,’ Most would say. But had you really imagined the one whom you thought you could trust the most would dare to hurt you?

Never.

After fighting for your life as the suspected killer tried to make it come to a brutal and bloody ending, Billy came out of nowhere, sneakily checking up on you every night as he had done for the past two years.

His timing was off. Way, WAY too off.

But the minute that damn phone fell out his pocket, you felt your heart stop immediately.

One hour ago, 34 Elm Street:

He was after you.

He was after YOU.

You yelped as Woodboro’s newly, anonymous killer made his move on you. He viciously kicked you to the floor with his large black boots, ready to gut you any second now.

Struggling, you desperately tried to pick yourself up, but it was no use. The killer grabbed a fistful of your hair, bashing your head against the laminate.

All you could think about was your upcoming cruel ending. How you were not going to see the ones you loved ever so dearly again. Tatum would never get to have late night movie sleepovers with you, Stu wouldn’t be able to make you giggle with his constant cheesiness, Randy and his little sister couldn’t ever see that bright smile of yours again whenever you’d go over to their house, and Billy, oh, Billy..

Your Billy.

You’d never get the chance to hear that soft voice of his ever again, almost as light as feathers themselves. The feeling of his undying love would soon be nothing. All the blissful memories you once shared were about to be over. Forever.

Finally, the monster behind the mask raised his sharp blade above you, ready to finish you off once and for all.

You quickly pushed him off you, sending the killer flying to the wall. Adrenaline had began to kick in. You couldn’t just be so defenceless and let him end you like that! You HAD to see your loved ones again. And you made sure this fucker wouldn’t prevent you from doing that anytime soon.

Quickly scrambling to the front door, you rattled the chain only to find it locked. Fuck. He could easily get back up in time whilst you tried to fix the lock. It wasn’t worth it.

Without hesitation, the killer got back up once again, launching himself at you. You ducked under him as he had clumsily managed to get his Buck 120 knife stuck in the door.

You headed for the stairs but knew he was hot on your heels. It didn’t take long for you to reach your bedroom, running over to the phone beside your bed desperately trying to dial 911.

“Shit!” You cursed. That bastard was still on the other end of the line.

Your only option was to contact them through the shitty computer you’d had for years now. The thing was slow, but you hoped it would be fast enough for you to alarm the police in time.

You whipped your head around only to see that the masked murderer was.. gone?

Before you could even stop and think for a moment, Billy rushed up to your window, climbing into the room. Oh dear god, it was like your prayers had finally been answered.

“Billy!” You breathed deeply, rushing towards him as if you were a small, frightened animal looking for your mother.

“I heard screaming,” Billy panicked. “The door’s locked. You all right?”

He watched you struggle to breathe properly out of pure fear. Fast, uneasy breaths. You clung to him, not letting go. Your sharp nails digging into his back. Not that he was bothered, that is.

“The killer’s here. He’s in the house! He’s in the house, he’s got a knife!” You cried, breathing in Billy’s cologne and masculine scent.

“He’s gone.” Billy said with a faint whisper, shushing you as you whimpered in his ear. “He’s gone, it’s alright.”

You were safe. You were in Billy’s arms for crying out loud! Everything was going to be fine.

A crash was heard as something had fallen out of your lover’s pocket, heading straight to the floor. You slowly turned your head around, staring directly at the item that had fell.

The phone.

You felt your throat close as it gave you that sickening, nauseating tingle you’d always hated. Your heartbeat became slower and slower. All you could do was stay in Billy’s arms, frozen out of fear before realisation truly hit.

Billy could feel the difference in your bodily functions, and cocked his head as you looked at him in horror, backing away.

“What?” He asked, his tone concerned.

You stared at your lover with pure disgust. Watching as he grew more and more confused. Your mind and mouth did not respond to his series of questions, demanding to know what was wrong and why you were looking at him with such terror.

Everything appeared to soon be ignored as you were only focused on one thing and one thing only.

Betrayal.

Your heart rate finally picked back up again, causing you to run out of the room. Billy followed behind, but you didn’t care. It wasn’t now until he realised you weren’t just running away, you were running away from HIM.

“Whoa, whoa, wait, wait! Wait, Y/n, wait!” Billy yelled, now full on going after you to get his answer.

You managed to get halfway down the stairs before he stopped chasing you, you could hear him screaming for you at the top of the staircase, leaning heavily onto the banister.

“Wait, wait, wait, WAIT! What’s going on?”

Your heart was in your throat whilst you could not believe what was happening right now. Too much, too soon.

“Y/n, come back!” He shrieked.

“Y/N!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

Now, Woodsboro Police Station:

Tears welled up in your eyes as those dark memories of tonight replayed, ones that would never quite leave your head.

“Y/n!” The same voice from your flashback called.

You looked up, slightly wincing at who you saw through the window of Sheriff Burk’s office.

Him.

Billy stared intensely at you from afar through the glass, his eyes filled with nothing but anger and never ending thoughts of confusion.

Yet, something else hid behind those eyes. A dark type of mystery you weren’t ready to know yet.

It was as if your lover felt the same feeling of betrayal you were experiencing yourself. But not betrayal because you’d suspected it was him trying to kill you, something else that was far different. Something worse.

I mean, you hadn’t did anything, right? It was Billy who had made himself look as guilty as he did. Far too suspicious for anyone to believe for the time being. Yet, his aura practically told you he showed no signs of guilt..

You began to sweat nervously as he continued to stare. What if, it truly had nothing to do with Billy? Had timing been your saviour tonight? Was he innocent enough to prove he had only arrived to your house to see you again?

A darker truth lay untold for now. The feeling of betrayal was mutual, but something else just told one a devious message about the other.

Something was coming.

Something, bad.

Something that in reality, was already here..

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Angst with Quinn Bailey:

Third act has happened and instead of Quinn fighting Sam she’s going after Reader. Despite the betrayal, Reader doesn’t want to hurt Quinn so they choose on dodging every single Attack from Quinn even if it means getting some cuts. Quinn gets angry at Reader refusing to fight her because she desperately needs a reason to kill them. She ends up cornering Reader, raises the knife and just can’t bring herself to do so. They end up hugging before Sam comes up and shoots Quinn.

It’s up to you if Sam actually kills Quinn or Quinn gets arrested (and maybe gets visited by Reader).

Loved this prompt!! Warning - very angsty

Please send me dark/angsty requests because this was so much fun to write after all of the smut/fluff

Hope you enjoy and sorry in advance

When you meet Quinn Bailey, it’s hard not to be swept away. She’s everything that you aren’t - brash, loud and confident with such an ease that you admire her effortlessly.

She bumps into you at the lockers, and you don’t even focus on the apologetic rambling.

You later learn the move was coordinated, and that’s perhaps what hurts most when you find out your girlfriend is a serial killer.

The realisation that she planned your meeting to the exact moment, orchestrated everything - knew you would fall for her. It made your heart sink like nothing else.

You had been close friends with Tara ever since the semester started, and dating you - Quinn revealed, was just a tactic to find out more about the sisters.

Standing in the abandoned theatre, watching your girlfriend twirl a knife around with a manic giggle - was the single most terrifying moment in your entire life.

She transformed, as if acting on stage. Gone was the kind person you had fallen in love with. Her eyes lit up with a sick glee as she explained the thrill of slashing Mindy’s stomach.

It had all been a lie. Every date. Every whispered thought and dream. You sobbed for your friends, for Anika - gone.

But you also grieved for the life you could have had, buying a cheap RV and travelling around the country together.

You searches Quinn’s eyes for a sign. Anything. Regret, perhaps. Or even just a hint that maybe some of it was real, that she did love you.

All you saw were dark pools of black. Then, she lunges at you.

Her arms grab your waist, and your chest burns at how wrong this all feels. The movement is muscle memory, but it’s not right. It’s off.

Her fingers dig into your ribs and you find breathing constricting. She doesn’t look at you at first, straightening her hand gripping the knife as it looms over you.

You struggle against the grasp but it doesn’t relent. “Why are you doing this?” You plead, trying to catch her eye in an attempt to reason with the woman you loved. Still love.

”I’m doing this for my brother”

You didn’t expect her to reply, and her voice is croaky and less confident than when she delivered her monologue to Tara only minutes earlier.

They’re crazy, you think. The whole family. Insane. 

“What did I ever do to you?” You beg, uselessly flapping in her tight arms. She doesn’t reply to this, instead poises the knife so it’s over your throat.

The tip grazes the skin ever so slightly and you gasp mostly in shock. A small drop of blood beads and runs down the smooth silver, you watch it go and scream at yourself to fight back.

Your body doesn’t get the memo. You can’t fight Quinn. Physically but also mentally. Despite whatever she’s done, you know your own limits - and you won’t hurt her. Can’t.

You wiggle again, harder and manage to slide from her grasp. The knife waves precariously through the air as she watches you.

For a minute, you think she won’t hurt you. That maybe some part of her knew this was wrong, loved you despite everything.

Then you feel the pain and fly back instantly, running off pure adrenaline. Your arm bleeds. Not much but a steady flow down your elbow, trickling down your wrist and dripping to the ground.

It aches like the press in your chest and you have to hold it tight to staunch the blood already saturating your clothes. 

You’re more shocked than anything, as she brandishes the knife - messy with your blood. She swings again, and you barely manage to dodge it this time. 

“Please stop” you attempt again, the slash across your bicep burning. 

“I have to do this” She finally speaks, slicing the air again with her knife. It catches your opposite wrist, and you moan slightly as a thin line of blood spills. 

She’s going to do it, you think with a throbbing head. She’s going to kill you. 

Then she growls at you, animalistic with wide eyes and an expression you’ve never seen before. “Why aren’t you fighting back?”

She’s angry at you, furious - and the thought makes you frown. “What?”

”Why are you just taking it?” She demands, waving the knife towards you. 

You admit honestly. “I don’t want to hurt you”

It’s clearly the wrong thing to say because she reaches for you again. This time your cheek is cut, barely. The blood drips down your shirt and onto the floor.   

“You should. You should want to” She pants heavily with exhaustion, face as red as the marks littering your skin. 

She doesn’t deserve a response. You know death is coming. It’s easier to accept the inevitable then to try and fight back. You know you can’t kill her.

”Do it” You challenge, or perhaps plea. Your body is exhausted and your fate seems obvious. “Kill me. Finish your plan”

It’s clear she doesn’t expect this, and stands - tethering as she stares at you. Then she moves in quick strides, pressing you against the wall.

Like earlier, the knife presses cold against the warm skin of your throat. You screw your eyes together shut and wait for death to take you.

It doesn’t. 

When you open your eyes again, Quinn is looking at you with something different in her stare. It isn’t regret. Pity. Pain. You can’t recognise the look.

Her arm is firm with the knife, doesn’t waver. You feel light headed with anticipation as her gaze eventually locks onto yours.

She should have killed you by now. But she hasn’t. “I...” 

Her voice catches, high and cracked. Her hand doesn’t move. 

Tentatively, you wrap your arms around her waist. Maybe you’re a messed up person, to comfort the one who will end your life.

But she’s still Quinn. Your Quinn. And you love her with every being in your body. “It’s okay” you tell her, voice shaky. “I love you”

At that, her grip on the knife finally wavers and something breaks in her eyes. You repeat it again, still gripping her like a vice. “I love you Quinn”

She moves to lower the knife, opens her mouth, about to speak. 

All you hear instead is the whizzing through air. You don’t recognise the sound at the time. You don’t even see it. All you hear is a plunk, like someone dropping a dice.

Quinn moans. And you notice blood staining her shirt, pooling at her chest and dripping to the floor. There’s so much of it. More than your superficial wounds. Soon, there’s a puddle. 

You can only watch with horrified eyes as she slumps forwards towards you. Her eyes are glassy, her mouth murmuring. 

But you can’t hear her, and then she stops. Her body is still. Her eyes flash around the room once more and you’re paralysed to the spot as the life drains out of them.

She is still.

You want to scream. To bellow. To get on your knees and curse the world. You want to take her body into your arms and breathe life back into her empty lungs.

Her weight is steady against your body, her head limply falling to your shoulder. You want to caress her hair, to promise everything will be okay. 

All you see is Sam, brandishing a gun and smeared with blood. She looks relieved at first glance, but when you look up again - she’s horrified.

Her mouth is moving but no sounds come out, and you frown trying to strain yourself listening. She looks like she’s screaming - but you can’t hear a sound

Then oh. 

You look down. And there’s blood. So, so, so much blood. That’s when you realise it isn’t all Quinn’s.

Then the pain hits you like a truck.

The movies never portray it properly. Adrenaline does work wonders but it isn’t enough to hide real, raw pain. 

The knife protrudes from your chest, standing out - a stark silver contrast against the bleeding mess of where Quinn’s body starts and yours ends. 

You notice Sam approaching you both, dropping to her knees and calling something - to you. But you don’t hear her. Or see her. Not properly. 

Your vision is beginning to get a bit hazy. It feels like when you’re really tired after cramming all night for an exam. Too exhausted that it starts to hurt keeping your eyes open. So you give in and they flicker shut. 

This feels better. Basking you in a darkness that envelopes over your body like a blanket. 

It’s all dark for awhile, and the pain screams angry at you. Then mercifully it begins to fade, and the darkness lifts like a fog. 

Your eyes shift, adjusting and that’s when you notice Quinn. She’s clean, not a drop of blood and the sight makes you smile.

She grins at you. Not with that manic look, but the warm smile of your loving girlfriend. You return it, and stand. Nothing hurts anymore.

No one talks. Wherever you are is empty. Quinn holds out her hand and you step towards her, taking it.

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—loyalty

ethan landry x gn!reader

genre: angst, mentions of anika & quinn, scream iv spoilers

wc: 0.5k?

synopsis: how well do you really know your boyfriend?

you don’t know how you ended up in this predicament. ethan had come over to your apartment, out of breath saying that he had just come from econ.

your phone had been turned on do not disturb since you were trying to finish a english paper.

he had asked you if he could take a shower, and you were fine with it. you grabbed some of his clothes from his drawer that he had stolen from you for when he slept over.

ethan was currently showering, and you went back to your desk, noting that he had left his backpack next to it. quickly moving past it, you went to sit down, before you heard ethan’s bag vibrating.

you called out to him, hoping he’d hear you over the music he decided to play on your alexa.

“ethan! your phone is ringing!”

silence from him.

you weren’t sure if you were to leave it, but with the recent things going on with his friends, you decided to just check.

opening his bag, you peered in, and jumped back when you saw what was laying on top.

the ghostface mask was staring straight at you, his phone still vibrating underneath it seemed.

you pulled out the mask, holding it, noting that it seemed aged. while you were examining the mask, you didn’t realize that the water turned off.

tossing the mask to your side, you pulled out his phone, and next to it was a knife, still in its sheath.

your hands were shaking at this point, reaching to grab your phone.

before you could check it, you were spun around to see ethan in front of you.

his eyes held multiple emotions, and you tried to get yourself out of his grasp.

“yn, it’s not what it looks like.”

you scoffed at him, pushing him away from you.

“it looks like you’re the ghostface killer! what do you mean it’s not what it looks like?”

you grabbed your phone, noting that you had multiple calls from his friends.

he rushed over to you again, trying to grab you phone you clicked the notification from the missed call.

chad’s voice came through your phone, and you moved away from ethan, and he followed you, cornering you in between your bed and the wall.

“hello?”

“yn? are you okay? have you heard or seen ethan?”

“…what happened?”

you could hear mindy on the other end, sobbing and your heart twisted.

“anika— and quinn. they were attacked.”

you looked up at ethan, fear and despair taking over you.

“are they?”

“yeah. he got them.”

a sob broke through, and you fell to the ground.

“have you seen ethan? he’s the only one who wasn’t with us.”

“he-“

the phone was taken out of your hands, and ethan placed your hand in his, interlocking your fingers & started rubbing his thumb over your hand.

“i’m here with them. we’ll go make our way over in a second.”

you couldn’t hear chad’s response but it seemed to be in agreement, and ethan hung up.

you both sat there, and he pulled you into his arms. you sobbed into his shirt, knowing that there was no way he wasn’t responsible for their deaths.

you felt dirty, and confused as to how your loving boyfriend could do this to his friends, and if he ever thought it would be your turn. he had knowingly come over, using you as a alibi and you weren’t sure what to do next.

you had unknowingly become an accomplice to this, and you didn’t know how to get yourself out without being suspected.

[bipstargirl]

❝Echoes, Shadows and Resolutions❞

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Amber was bombarding her phone with messages once again, probably for the hundredth time in half an hour. You had ignored her calls and messages all day long; you were hurt and needed some space for yourself. But of course, she didn't like that at all – she never did. You knew you should reply to her, provide explanations, or perhaps thousands of apologies. After all, the blame was all yours, always had been and always would be, or at least that's what she made it seem like. But dealing with her now was tiresome, like wasting words that would fall into the abyss of her mind without even being thought through and rationalized. It was like playing a soft melody in a noisy environment, where the tune gets lost in the chaotic noise – what's the point if, when carried by inertia, it loses its purpose of being appreciated? You immersed yourself in your work, desperately seeking temporary salvation, an escape from the shadows that threatened to engulf you. Each typed key was a blow against your own pain, an attempt to overpower the emotional cacophony surrounding you. Yet, even in the refuge of concentration, her memory lingered, hovering like an invisible ghost, a presence refusing to completely fade away.

The guilt, always finding shelter in the darkest corners of your heart, weighed like an anchor dragging you to the depths of the ocean of sadness. The words you should have said, the actions you should have taken, all turned into ghosts that now danced around you, whispering endless laments and questions. The pain of knowing that the disconnect between you was growing like an irreparable crack in the glass of what once was love had transformed into a silent whisper echoing within the walls of your being.

"To argue; to dispute; to quarrel; to misunderstand" – different words with similar meanings that, in a general context, describe the act of defending an opinion contrary to another, often associated with feelings of revolt. So simple, words that students occasionally encounter in the dictionary, words we frequently use when reading news or when nosy old ladies tell you about a scandal involving your neighbors while you're not at home – such simple words, words that are also actions and attitudes. When our actions are not thought through with humanity, they hurt like a silver dagger to others. Any action can become torturous, even a small one. It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last, that you and Amber argued. Of course not, it was persistent, like removing a sticker from a jar or, more poetically, like the moth that dances around the light – your soul is drawn to it but also burned by the intensities of persistence. But at some point, in a split second between the narrow hands of the clock, you grew weary, how could you not?

Amber was paranoid, suspicious, perhaps confused…

She was also a star, bright and fiery, your star obscured by thick mist, clarity fading into the confusion of suspicion, leaving the mind at the mercy of shadows, but perfect, so perfect. And you were imperfect, not enough, like an unfinished painting where flawed strokes reveal the beauty of imperfection – that's why she constantly accused you of major "mistakes."

And you, being imperfect, in your tormented mind, it was more than logical that you were betraying her, even though she loved you. You didn't deserve her trust, and that's why in the darkness of the night, while tired bodies rested and melancholic minds surrendered to the flow of memories, darkness provided a space for words as sharp as a silver dagger to be thrown at you, freely and harshly piercing the labyrinth of your heart.

"I can't believe this! Do you really think you can fool me? I saw the messages, saw the evidence. You're cheating on me!"

"Amber, stop acting like everything is true. There's no cheating happening here."

"How dare you deny it? I read the words, saw the proof. You're deceiving me behind my back!"

"This is a misunderstanding, Amber. Things aren't what they seem."

"Don't give me your flimsy excuses. I never thought you were capable of this. You're a liar and a traitor."

"I'm not a traitor. I don't know how you came to this conclusion, but you're completely wrong."

"Wrong? There's no mistake here. You're cheating on me, and you thought you could get away with it."

"I'm trying to be honest here, but you're being irrational and don't want to hear the truth."

"The truth? The truth is, you're stabbing me in the back and trying to manipulate me now."

"Manipulate? You're acting impulsively and not willing to consider the possibility that there's more to this."

"I don't want to hear anything else coming from your lying mouth. You've destroyed everything."

"I won't accept this false accusation. I refuse to be vilified for something I didn't do."

"Save me from your theatrics. You're a traitor, and there's nothing you can say or do to change that."

"I won't keep trying to explain to someone who's so closed off in her distorted view. I really need time, and so do you."

"Get out! Get out of my life and never talk to me again. You're not worthy of my time."

You knew when you left for the library, walking hastily and light-footed through the damp streets, surrounded by the scent of freshly ground coffee, that she would still come after you, calling and being like a pebble in your shoe. Even as you tried to ignore and continue walking, at some point, she became painful and distressing, making you stop to remove her. As exhausting as it was, you still cared for her; after all, she was your girlfriend, your love, your golden light at the end of the day. And she loved you; think about all she had done for you. Why leave her alone and even more desperate? Yes, she said terrible things, did terrible things, she was completely unstable. But now, you had restored your peace and tranquility with the completion of your work, at least for now. So why not stop being a selfish, petty person and explain things to her? After all, it was your fault. Why didn't you listen to her? Why didn't you apologize and resolve this? Just wait an hour, wait for the hands of the clock to roll again, for your mind to sort itself out once more.

The clock of circumstances advanced with heavy steps, like a meticulous clockmaker etching marks on the fabric of time. An hour passed like a calm river, its waters carrying away the waves of indecision and doubt that filled the space between you and Amber. The echo of your thoughts resonated within the walls of your mind, like a chorus of restless voices.

Then, like a lone star twinkling in the darkness of the night sky, you felt the urgency to try once more. The phone became a magical artifact, a portal to a realm of possibilities. With trembling fingers, as if tracing a seal that could unlock the doors to the depths of the unknown, you dialed the numbers.

And then, the waiting ended. The sound of the ringing phone echoed like a call through the mists of uncertainty. Each ring was like a drumbeat in time with your anxiety, a prelude to the imminent encounter with destiny. The tension in the air was palpable, like a thread of electricity connecting

you and Amber, each vibration amplifying the anticipation that filled the room.

Finally, her voice emerged from the other end of the line, like an echo from a hidden place deep within the forest. It was a sound that carried with it shared memories, the good and the bad moments that now seemed to teeter on the balance of uncertainty. Her words were a distant echo resonating in the cavern of your emotions, creating a painfully beautiful symphony.

"Amber," you said. "I'm sorry about what happened. I didn't mean to ignore you."

"Yeah, right," she said. "You're just sorry you got caught."

"No, I'm serious," you said. "I just needed some time to think."

"Well, you had your time," she said. "Now come back home."

In the twilight of reconciliation, like two stars emerging from the veil of night, you and Amber finally agreed to return to the abode of tranquility. Home became a symbol of refuge, an oasis where emotional storms could rest and calm down. It was as if you were about to embark on a journey of self-discovery, exploring the hidden caves of the human heart.

The hours slid by like sand flowing through an hourglass, each moment a grain of possibility. The conversation that unfolded was a symphony of words and silences, like an intricate dance of intertwining souls. The unspoken words were like rays of sunlight filtering through the cracks in the curtains, revealing truths that had been hidden in the shadows.

Apologies were like keys that unlocked the doors to your hearts, releasing the guilt and anguish that had accumulated. Each word of remorse was a raindrop falling onto the dry soil of the relationship, nurturing the seed of mutual understanding. You were like lost travelers who had finally found their way back home, guided by the beacon of reconciliation.

The promise to improve communication was like a gentle breeze sweeping through the dry leaves of autumn, carrying away the remnants of the past and preparing the ground for new growth. It was like a sacred vow etched in the stars, to be more truthful with yourselves and each other. You were mapping emotional territories, where vulnerability and authenticity would be the compasses guiding you.

It wasn't an easy journey, but you and Amber navigated the treacherous waters of resolution. The road to reconciliation was strewn with sharp stones and treacherous currents, but you moved forward hand in hand, like fearless adventurers exploring the depths of the human heart. The winds of change whispered promises of renewal, yet also warned of the fragility of the achieved balance.

And yet, even as the anchors of harmony were being secured, there was a shadow, a dark cloud of uncertainty on the horizon. You felt it, like an unwavering clock, reminding you that the path to redemption was paved with unexpected challenges. The past "mistakes" were not isolated incidents; they were question marks lingering above you, waiting for the right moment to trigger a new cycle of turmoil.

Thus, even as the light of reconciliation shone, you couldn't ignore the shadows dancing in the corners of the future. It was as if reconciliation itself were a fragile shell, surrounded by the tumultuous ocean of uncertain destiny. The commitment to be more honest with each other was there, but you knew that the challenge of keeping that promise would be an ongoing battle against the tides of time and circumstances.

[xulvuroth]

Denial.

GF!Ethan Landry x fem!reader

Contents — it had been about a week after the incident as to where Ethan , Quinn, and Detective Bailey were revealed as the three murderers. You weren’t coping well with this at all ever since. Everyone moved past the fact of who all were the murderers. You loved Ethan with every ounce you had in you. A betrayal like that took a large number on you.

More contents— story takes place after the events of scream 6, Ethan is supposed to be dead, reader is grieving, rude! Reader , depression, angst, hurt , no comfort just pure sadness sorry pookies enjoy this little one shot tho

a bloomed , beautiful brand new rose blossomed in the sunny and warm days of spring , now nothing but frail, shriveled and motionless on a winters day. That’s how you felt. You weren’t even keeping track of the days at this point. You were skipping class almost every other day, and you never talked to anyone anymore. Every shower you took was spent crying into nothingness for more than 30 minutes at a time. Being Sam and Tara’s new roommate after the entire incident , they were even more concerned for your health. However it was worse for you , considering you knew how much it pained and upset them to know you still loved Ethan.

Even after the events that occurred last week— you still couldn’t fathom the fact Ethan was actually gone. It still hadn’t processed in your brain, and every time it registered inside your head you broke down in tears. Tara tried to explain to you that she killed him because they needed to, but you never listened. Yes, you very well did understand why she needed to kill him, you just didn’t want to hear it.

On the 6th day after the incident, Sam knocked on your door. “Y/n, we need to talk.” She announced through the door , which awoke you from your slumber. Getting up, you heaved a sigh from your lips. “Yeah?” You called out, your eyes were all sticky from crying previously before you fell asleep. You opened the door, to reveal a concerned Sam. “What is it.” You answered , feeling your heart drop a little and pick up its rate. Knowing exactly what this would be about.

“Look, Y/n, I know you’re grieving. But you cannot keep doing this to yourself, trust me, I know very well what you’re going thro-“ “No, you don’t.” You cut her off. Samantha sighed heavily , and closed her eyes. “y/n , When I found out Richie was one of the woodsboro murderers last year it broke me more than anything. I .. shielded myself from the world and I wasn’t even talking to my own sister after the whole.. thing.” Samantha explained to you, but you thought it was all just plain bullshit.

“Sam, it’s been a fucking year since Richie died. You’re well done and over him , it’s been merely six days. Six. Fucking . Days. Sam.” “I know, I just don’t want you to cope the way I di—“ “Sam, just stop. I’ll talk to you about this when I’m ready.” And with that, you shut the door in Samantha’s face. Tears crept the corners of your eyes , threatening to fall once more. It burned — your eyes burned. But you didn’t care and couldn’t help it.

Day seven.

Things had only gotten worse from that conversation with Sam. You did not leave your room at all. Popped pills. Didn’t eat for the rest of the night. That was until you finally walked out the room to grab something that belonged to you— off the kitchen counter. That was until you could hear the news from the TV discussing the mass murder that happened exactly one week ago.

The news reporter was speaking. “According to recent information now gone public , according to the Carpenter sisters, Samantha and Tara carpenter , there was said to be three suspects that were behind the mass murder in New York City. Only two bodies were discovered.”

Your stomach sunk.

Part 2?

[moonlit-horrors]

heyyyy beautiful person I saw your requests were open

Yk that scene in scream where Liv and Chad were making out and then Chad told her that I'm not 100% sure you're not the killer and she got mad and left could I possibly get a Mindy Meeks x female reader of that scene (including the makeout pls 😭)

Thanks anyways and have a nice day/night❤️

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⊹ฺ Character(s): Mindy Meeks-Martin (Scream 2022)

     ☽ Request Status: Open ☾

⊹ฺ Contains: Use of She/They pronouns for the Reader; Mentions of underage drinking/pot use; use of the petnames “sunshine” and “baby”; Mentions of murder; Angst; Reader might be too forgiving, honestly; SFW

(Please let me know if I missed anything!)

⊹ฺ Note: Thank you so much for requesting, Anon! It literally means so much, haha. Apologies in advance, because I have never written a make-out session before, but I still really hope you like it! <3

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(Y/N) frowned, looking at everyone around her having a good time with mixed emotions. Their friend just died, and this was supposed to be a way to mourn, not get plastered. (Y/N) also acknowledged how that could have just been their thought process as someone who didn't drink. It still felt odd to them that it seemed like Amber was hosting a little rager instead of a memorial.

She looked down at the unopened can of Coke in their hand and opened it before looking back toward the living room couch. That was where (Y/N) had spent most of the first half of their night before Chad and Liv started making out right next to her. Lucky for (Y/N), the couch was open again, and she could stop awkwardly leaning against the staircase. (Y/N) took a drink before navigating the crowd of drunk teenagers to the spot she claimed on Amber's couch.

"Hey, sunshine." (Y/N) jumped slightly at the new presence before looking over at who had sat next to her. (Y/N) felt the tips of their ears heat up as their eyes met Mindy's. 

"Hi." They mumbled with a smile, forcing her eyes to look somewhere else. Despite that, (Y/N) could still feel Mindy's eyes on them, lingering just longer than necessary. They could picture the slightly cheeky grin on her face. Mindy loved to tease them.

Mindy laughed beside them, turning her eyes to the screen where Stab was playing. As oddly as it sat with them, (Y/N) couldn't help the vague amusement at the movie that was playing. Still, that amusement was also dampened by knowing the film's story. (Y/N) knew that Mindy considered it one of her favorites, and (Y/N) also wondered how much of the favoritism came from having something of her uncle that wasn't a picture.

"(Y/N)." They perked up at Mindy's voice, looking over at the girl almost too eagerly. "Come here." Mindy's teasing grin returned, and the flustered heat spread further over (Y/N)'s face. Mindy's left arm moved to the arm of the couch, her beer still in her hand, and (Y/N) was so close to drooling. Mindy looked so relaxed and confident as she borderline manspread on the couch.

"You are so pretty." (Y/N)'s words were hushed and full of awe as they looked at their girlfriend. Giggles escaped their lips. "Like, holy shit." 

Mindy laughed along with (Y/N), patting one of her thighs and beckoning (Y/N) to come closer. As (Y/N) moved closer to Mindy, Mindy moved her legs closer together to give (Y/N) a more stable seat. (Y/N) pressed herself into Mindy as she sat down, watching the movie as Mindy's free hand came to play with hers. At that moment, (Y/N) forgot every thought and feeling that told them she was out of place, focusing on nothing but the girl underneath her. Even when Mindy's brother sat on the chair next to them, letting himself be outwardly frustrated, (Y/N) didn't care; they just continued to laugh at the movie with Mindy.

As the actor playing Randy stood up to explain The Rules, Mindy's hand moved from (Y/N)'s and settled on their hip. (Y/N) laughed, knowing that whenever the scene played, Mindy felt the urge to break one of those rules while she was with (Y/N). Or, if Mindy didn't want to break one of the rules, she teased at it just to make them laugh. Mindy pulled (Y/N) closer - which she wasn't sure how she did it - as she halfheartedly protested Chad leaving the house to find Liv alone.

"Yeah, Chad, Min's right." (Y/N) but in. "The killer already went after Tara, and in case you haven't forgotten, we're here because they killed Wes. Going alone is stupid as hell."

"She's not texting me back." He answered, shrugging on his letterman jacket, paying his sister and her girlfriend no mind.

"Because she's probably dead." Mindy shot back, moving her head to the side as (Y/N) went to rest her eyes against Mindy's neck. As soon as the response left Mindy's mouth, (Y/N) pinched her thigh. "Hey!"

"Don't be mean." They shrugged. While there was a chance that Mindy was right, (Y/N) preferred not to think about it.

"Thank you, (Y/N). And Jesus, Mindy. That's my girlfriend. I love her."

"That was your girlfriend." Mindy drones, taking her eyes from the screen to look at (Y/N). They looked back into Mindy's warm brown eyes, looking at her somewhat incredulously. Mindy pressed a kiss to (Y/N)'s forehead, and they knew it was meant as a silent apology from her. They kissed Mindy's cheek back.

"So, you're just gonna sit here and watch a movie about our uncle getting stabbed?" He asks in defense, motioning toward the TV.

(Y/N) looked between the Meeks-Martin siblings from their spot on Mindy's lap. Mindy shrugged at her brother, squeezing (Y/N)'s hip. "It calms me down, okay?" Mindy rolled her eyes. "I'm also gonna smoke some weed and possibly hook up with (Y/N)." Mindy smirked, sending (Y/N) a wink that made them look to the side in embarrassment.

"Have fun." Chad nodded, walking off to find Liv, heeding Mindy's warning of grabbing a weapon before entirely making an exit. Mindy didn't even look back at her brother and instead set her beer on the floor. (Y/N) took another quick drink of their Coke before following suit, looking down at Mindy. Despite being in public, and despite the Rules of Horror Movies, (Y/N) could never resist the opportunity to kiss Mindy.

Mindy smirked up at (Y/N), pulling them closer by the back of their neck. Immediately, one of (Y/N)'s hands went to Mindy's thigh to keep themselves steady while the other went to her shoulder. Their lips met, and (Y/N) couldn't help the soft smile straining itself into the kiss because of how sweet that first kiss was. Gods, how they loved Mindy's kisses.

After that first kiss, they multiplied instantly, and while they were still sweet, (Y/N) could feel the mood shift. The kisses were becoming less soft and closer to bruising with every passing second. All thoughts of an innocent make-out session were gone once Mindy's tongue slid against the seam of (Y/N)'s lips. Their lips immediately parted, and (Y/N) pushed their tongue to move passed Mindy's, hoping to take the lead. Mindy entertains their whims for a moment, opting to shift their body so (Y/N)'s straddling her.

(Y/N) flushed, feeling how Mindy's hand moved from the back of their neck to cup her cheek and how she sneakily raised one of her legs. Mindy softly laughed at the squeak that left (Y/N)'s throat. (Y/N) felt their body ignore any dominant front they had attempted moments before as Mindy reminded them who was in control. "You're so sweet, baby." Mindy praised against their lips before going in for another kiss. 

(Y/N) kissed Mindy back, letting their teeth scrape softly against her lip before pulling away. "Were you serious about hooking up?"

"Absolutely." Mindy replies with a nod, pressing a gentle kiss against their lips. "But, I can't be sure."

(Y/N) frowned, pushing themselves away from Mindy. "What do you mean?" Though they were slightly bummed out, (Y/N) was more confused than upset. Consent is key, and either party is free to change their mind. The insecure part of their mind needed an explanation.

Guilt showed in Mindy's eyes. "It's just-" Mindy sighed, making sure (Y/N) would be steady as Mindy sat up. "I don't know if you're the murderer." Mindy looked down, but her grip stayed secure. She didn't want to let (Y/N) go - she wanted them to hear her out.

"But-" (Y/N) felt their eyes tearing up. They sniffled before speaking up. "But, I was with you when Tara and Wes were attacked!" (Y/N) couldn't keep their bottom lip from trembling, nor could they bring themselves to pull away from Mindy.

"I know, baby, I know." Mindy sighed again, finally looking back into (Y/N)'s eyes. "But sometimes there were two killers. And you shouldn't trust me so blindly either."

(Y/N) didn't know if Mindy was hinting at something, but they still refused to believe that Mindy could be the killer - or one of the killers. They knew that Mindy could be blunt and cynical, but (Y/N) knew that Mindy wasn't a murderer, whether under the guise of Ghostface or some other circumstance. "Mindy, you wouldn't."

"Oh yeah?" Mindy got closer to (Y/N)'s face in a way that felt slightly threatening. (Y/N) assumed Mindy was doing it out of some kind of self-defense thing. However, they still couldn't help the shiver that rolled down their spine or the urge to bite their lip to focus on the physical pain rather than the emotional pain they were starting to feel.

"Yeah." (Y/N)'s voice cracked, and tears still trailed down their face. They refused to show any hint of anxiety, wanting Mindy to know how much they loved and trusted her.

Mindy took (Y/N)'s hands in hers, pressing a kiss to their backs. "I'm sorry, (Y/N)."

They nodded, finally pushing themselves out of Mindy's lap. They picked up their can of Coke from the floor and moved to the far end of the couch. As hurt as (Y/N) was at Mindy thinking they could be Ghostface, they still loved her. They could deal with their hurt feelings with Mindy tomorrow or even when all the murders were over. For now, they just wanted to be with their girlfriend and make sure she made it through the night.

[yupyor]

✦ The Way I Loved You ✦

Summary ✒ Things were always on edge. Ethan knew that. The things he was risking just to be with you were beyond that of just drastic. It's why he was so hellbent on keeping your little affair between the two of you a secret. It's a shame Quinn finds out and informs Wayne about you and Ethan's on-going affairs.

Slight mention of blood, Major Character Death, Angst, Hurt, GN Reader, 2:00 AM Writing [So please excuse this work and all its errors as a whole lol]

This isn't what I was originally going for tbh. I had something more feely? in hand lol but the mood was not giving and for some reason I'm like really agitated today. So I guess this will have to do :/

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He should have seen it coming. The subtle hints were always there, glaringly at anyone who bothered to look. Quinn's disapproving looks. Dad's downtrodden pouts. The underlying tension in the room whenever he was around. It was his fault. He could have prevented all of this from happening, and he had failed. He was a killer, for Christ's sake—done the very same things that were now being done to him.

Yet here he was, stuck, struck, and unprepared like most of his cowering victims came to be. Maybe it was karma for all those lives he took. The happiness he had so eagerly strung from the masses of people he had helped mutilate.

Now he was wounded, and you were slowly bleeding out. It was at that moment that he understood what the Carpenters had gone through. That primal fear single-handedly driving you to survival. To desperation. The need to just live, protect, and see another day.

So when his father had charged at you in an attempt to enact the final kill, his body had moved before he had even begun to fully comprehend what he was doing. It was the frail shriek of Quinn, accompanied by the dire look in his father's eyes that had him looking down. And all he could see was blood. The rich, maroon texture of it staining the entirety of his abdomen.

You scream, the filling sorrow overpowering the overwhelming pain, and dread within you. Your injuries were dire, but the sight of Ethan kneeling before you with blood spilling from the inwards of his mouth had you on your feet in seconds, latching onto to his side for support as you desperately pressured his wound.

The commotion had drawn the attention of the rest of the group, and from the periphery of your vision, you could see pairs of bodies charging into the room.

Ethan was dying, and he was dying fast. The sight of him rapidly fading away had your vision blurring, and as you looked at the diminishing gleam in his eyes, your world shattered, registering nothing but the harsh grunts coming from him.

Ethan reaches out to you, his left hand extended and making towards you. His efforts nearly go in vain before you meet him halfway, and his eyes soften.

You can see the crinkle in his skin as he tries to smile.

It only breaks you more.

His words come softly, fragile, and you have to get up close and personal to hear them. "I love you."

[aurorawhisperz]

that’s what you get (e.l.)

contains: swearing, suggestive content, fluff, richie exists..

neighbor!ethan landry x fem!reader

a/n: THANK YOU GUYS FOR THE TROPES NOW IM GONNA BE POSTING MORE BY JULY 🦅🦅🦅 ethan is a bit of a meanie in this but he’s still little old him (maybe just gf ethan persona)

some tropes i used are: enemies to lovers, girl next door, forced proximity and best friend’s brother 🙏 (yk allat shit LOL) THERE WILL BE A PART 2!!

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You knew for a fact that Quinn Bailey was your best friend—what made it even better is that you two could communicate through your windows, but one thing you also knew is that you didn’t like her brother, Ethan, he was your age, Quinn was older than you both. He would sometimes cut into your ‘girl talk’ since his room was right beside hers.

“Dammit!” You said as you banged on the door roughly. Your parents weren’t going to be home until tomorrow morning for something important, and you had left your keys inside the house. To make it even worse, it was raining.

A familiar voice startles you and has you snap out of all that stress. “(Name)?” says Quinn, covering herself with a blanket. I think it’s pretty obvious what she was doing just now.

“Quinn!” You called from below, your eyes widen at the sight of her covered body by the window. “I’ll..get back to you! Damn..” You hear her say something to an impatient guy, something about helping a friend—obviously that friend was you.

A few minutes later, she runs out in pink slip-ons and a purple nightgown with an umbrella. “Need help? Holy shit, you are soaking.” Quinn’s eyes widen at the sight of your outfit ruined. “And cold.” You add, then slamming your fist on the wall, “I left my keys inside.”

“Boo, it’s not that hard to knock on our door.” She chuckles, then you roll your eyes, “And deal with your brothers while you get to bang someone tonight? Yeah, right.” Her eyes then dart and she forces a smile out. “Ethan’s not that bad.”

You frown, “Yes, he is.”

“Baby, you’ll have to deal with it. I can’t stand Richie anymore.” Quinn complains, then she tugs on the sleeve of your wet cardigan to let you inside her ‘humble home.’

Grateful to be out of the pouring rain, the familiar smell of your best friend’s home fills your nostrils.

You both plop down on the plush couch, and she hands you a towel for your wet hair. Quinn then shoots you a playful smile, “Aside from our ‘interventions’, what did baby bro do this time to get on your nerves?” She asks.

“That’s about it, he wants to be the center of attention even when he’s not wanted.” You let out a sigh.

Quinn’s lips curl into a smirk, and she gently places a hand on your shoulder. “He's just trying to be a part of our bond, in his own misguided way. Ethan’s.. different, he’s fucking awkward and stuff but not around us because he’s more comfortable.”

You sigh, feeling a mix of frustration and understanding. “I guess I can try to tolerate him a bit more. For you. But he better stay out of our serious conversations.”

Quinn laughs and pulls you into a hug, the warmth of her embrace enveloping you. “That's the spirit! And don't worry, I'll make sure that jackass knows when to give us our space. Besties have their ways, you know.”

“What ways?” says Richie, holding an ‘I LOVE STAB’ coffee mug. You also know for a fact that you hated him more than Ethan—being the movie geek he is, not that it’s bad, it’s how he takes it too far and even gets touchy with others. “Ways to die.” You mutter, staring deep into his damned soul.

He nods nervously and heads back into his room. “Stay in there!” yells Quinn.

Once the silence has dissolved into thin air, she blurts out, “How about that tension?” Your eyes widen, eyebrows pinched together and lips parted in protest. “Sexual tension?” You repeat, your face going pale.

She nods cheekily, “SEXUAL?” You shriek. Quinn laughs at your reaction.

You then hear Quinn’s name from upstairs, “Ooh, priorities.” She avoids your gaze and then drags you back upstairs, “Q, don’t make me a third wheel tonight.” You roll your eyes as her grip on your arm tightens.

•

“What the hell?” is the first thing that comes out of Ethan’s mouth when Quinn pushes you into her room. “Quinn, and you. Get out!” He narrows his eyes. “E, I’ve got a guy waiting for me to go back.”

“Then tell him to fucking leave?” He shakes his head. “You’re a degenerate, you know that?” Ethan shoots back.

“Well, I’m not a virgin, so you don’t get a say in that.” Quinn lets out a corny smile and shakes her head, you can see Ethan gritting his teeth. “Do you want her to deal with Richie then?” She tilts her head slyly.

He sighs, “No.” she raises her hands and continues “That’s what I thought, love you both!” Quinn exits just as Ethan is about to flip her off.

You sit down on Ethan’s beanbag and all he does is stare.

He scoffs, “What brings you into my lair?” He crunches on a cheeto. You obviously refused to let his taunts get under your skin, “Spare me.” You retorted.

Ethan smirks, enjoying your discomfort, “Mighty (name) finds herself in a bit of a predicament, huh?”

“Unlike you, Eth, I don't have the luxury of living in a perfect little bubble where everything goes my way. So excuse me if I need a moment to think.” You tightly clench your fists.

“Can’t we just tolerate each other’s existence only for a little bit?” You complain, Ethan’s mouth turns into an “O” shape and he sarcastically remarks “Who can go the longest without being an asshole? You or me?”

“Me.” You pridefully chuckle. “This starts now.” He declares.

You have never heard silence quite this loud. The only thing you and Ethan have been doing for the past few minutes is stare at each other. Eye language perhaps?

His lips part at the sight of you.

While you did hate Ethan, there was always something telling you otherwise—you’d find yourself looking through his window, and if you timed it right, even got to see his muscles whenever he changes. (And it was hard to keep a straight face when you’d see it during your conversations with Quinn.)

What snaps you out of that thought is Ethan’s scoff, he then turns his head—then his gaze back to you. “It’s so dumb.”

“What do you mean?” Your eyebrows pinch together in the middle, and your lips purse. “You know how Quinn gets to show off her man all she wants and how she’s so freaked out over everything they do—even when she’s..done those things so many times.” says Ethan.

Ethan then shrugs, “It’s just stupid.”, your eyebrows raise in agreement as you bit the inside of your cheek.

While you did hate Ethan, part of you..or most of you was telling you that he wanted you to give in—but give in to what? Being the muscular little thing he is, it’s hard to maintain your sanity when you see him without a shirt through his window. Practically drooling, but of course, you couldn’t let Quinn know.

Mainly because she’s so ‘Quinn’, she would probably tell him.

Behind the thin walls of her bedroom were sounds quite pathetic, you two burst into laughter up to the point where you both were crying.

You put a hand over your heart and leaned back on the beanbag.

“Are they THAT loud?” You ask, “Very.” He chuckles in response, this might be the only conversation you two could call a genuine conversation.

“This is really pervy of us to do, but we don’t have a choice, not like we can tune them out.” says Ethan as he grabs a Marvel plush and sits next to the beanbag you were on.

“It’s not like me and Quinn could tune you out.” You joke. A genuine smile tugs on the corners of Ethan’s plush lips. “Gee, you’re really being nice right now.” Your words laced with sarcasm tumbled out.

You had spent your entire life making sure Ethan would never fall for you, nor would you fall for him—and you failed.

It was like there’s nobody in the world right now but you two.

“Well, it’s part of the game right?” Ethan said, his eyes, half-lidded, looking up at you. “It doesn’t seem that much of a game anymore.” You kept your eyes on him, and he kept his on you as well.

Silence. Just silence. That was how much reality hurt.

This is also the closest you have ever been. There is only inches between you both, and you are close to giving in. Breaking the silence, “Maybe I should leave now, I’m not cold-” Ethan then stops your lips with a kiss. He pulls away and you are left with the sight of him hovering over you on the beanbag.

You kissed him back even longer, yes, you were kissing your enemy. It felt so wrong—but at the same time, it felt so right.

The smell of lemon zest surrounded you, along with his intoxicating aura. The thought then entered your head.

Hey, what if I just pulled away and ran like crazy?

Just as you’re about to pull away, he insists against your mouth, “Stay.” Ethan said, you could tell from how hot his lips were—he felt the same way. Out of control.

Ethan then turns you both over so that he was on the beanbag and you were straddling him.

His hands were sneaky enough to slide under the back of your shirt. “Just calming your nerves.” says Ethan as he rubs soothing circles on your lower back.

It was his shuddering breath that made you think this was a dream. Being woken up was the last thing you needed. Ethan whines into the kiss, and you smiled against him.

You then pull away with a small gasp escaping your lips when his hips jolt up into yours, your fist slammed against the wall as he did it twice.

“Shit, shit, I’m sorry. It’s a reflex.” Ethan stammers as he sits up, moving you as well. “No, no! I just got startled. It’s fine, really.”

He sucks in a breath through his teeth then his hands grip the sides of your face. Ethan is kissing you once again.

Just kissing, this is the closest you’ll ever get. Maybe you’ll forget about it the next day, or maybe one day—you’ll look back and regret it. The kiss being hot and slow, and his arms wrapping around you.

Ethan slides his arms around you and pulls you closer.

The moment of bliss is then interrupted when Quinn knocks on the door. “Hello? Just making sure nobody’s dead yet.”

“Shit.” You whisper, and you get off Ethan and push him back to his bed.

She enters the room and looks around. “I’m surprised this hasn’t turned into a warzone yet.”

“Uh-huh.” Ethan nods, but he’s all shades of pink. “Why are you so red right now?” Quinn tilts her head and squints. His hands move to his face and he tries to think of an excuse.

“It’s hot in here, isn’t it?”

“Have some decency, we heard you in there.” You grumbled, she then chuckles and leans against the doorframe. “Sorry, if I..” Quinn twirls her red hair with her finger. “Cockblocked you.” She lets out an awful grin then locks the door—closing it.

Now you were definitely in some situation, I guess she’s getting suspicious now. There was nothing in the room aside from the kissing sounds..what else? Ethan’s whining, and your fist hitting the wall..

Wait a minute.

You were completely fucked. Do you and Ethan just forget about it now? Or do you have to keep up the strategy? You weren’t the type to forget such a heated kiss, but what about him?

[chronic-boogara]

If your taking requests can you do Billy loomis accidentally killing reader like he really loved reader but maybe he mistook her for Sydney cuz she was talking to stu and Stu was being stupid and scaring her (maybe she didn’t know they were ghost face and he tried hiding it like she wasn’t even supposed to be at the part)

YESSS we’re getting into the angst now !! this one will be headcanons and the best request you put in will be a story/drabble thing

this turned out really dumb i’m sorry darling 🙇🏼‍♀️hopefully you enjoy this

•fuck. he didn’t mean to. it wasn’t supposed to happen like this. how did this even happen.

•billy didn’t ask what you were doing after school. the one day he didn’t ask. he just figured you’d hang out later the next day

•you were a bit shocked he didn’t ask but you had the same mindset as he did

•on your way home sydney invited you over to her house to have a girls night with tatum and some of her other friends. it’s been a long time since you’ve hung out with anyone outside of billy and stu so this was refreshing

•classic girls night ensued. gossip, movies , boy talk the lots. it was nice. peaceful even.

•of course things didn’t stay like that. you heard a knock on the window and low and behold stu macher was in the tree with a stupid grin on his face.

•”you know the ghost face killer is on the loose. you girls should really be less trusting of who you let into the house”.

•you’d known stu for a while now so you assumed he was just messing around and went about your night like usual.

•it was freezing in that house and of course you didn’t bring a jacket. syd was nice enough to let you borrow hers. she was your best friend. what would you ever do without her.

•”i’m bored y/n. come outside with me”.

•you rolled your eyes but followed. stu was fun to be around most of the time. despite the freezing temperature you opened the door and went along side him.

•the nights were always so pretty at sydney’s. the stars were visible from the roof and the moon was full. aside from your shaking hands this was pretty nice.

•stu began to talk to you about some huge secrete him and billy have this huge secret and how important it is to not freak out. you kind of assume it’s a prank of some sorts so you go alone with it

•billy sees the design on the back of the hoodie from outside the bushes and knows it’s sydney. he didn’t think stu would bring her outside. plans change though.

•he doesn’t hesitate to plunge the knife into the girls back , repeating that motion until he was sure she was passed.

• “what’s that look for idiot? you’ve seen enough dead bodies in your life what’s different about this one”.

•stu just shook his head in disbelief. “i thought the plan was to kill sydney not y/n. why didn’t you tell me about the change of plans”.

•”y/n? what about her”? he was confused. if this was a joke it wasn’t funny. he’d turn the body over slowly. seeing your blank eyes staring up at him just tore him to shreds

•panic ensues. he thought it was sydney why didn’t stu say something. he was spiraling. this has to be a joke right ?

•billy would proceed to carefully pick up your lifeless body and flee the scene wordlessly. everyone oblivious of the death that just occurred

•for days billy would sit with the corpse hoping this was just his imagination. a nightmare of some sorts.

•the killings stopped soon after. billy lost all his blood lust. how could he have been so stupid.

•he doesn’t leave your body for a while. stu will bring him snacks and stuff so he doesn’t die but it’s still not enough to bring him back to his old self

•eventually the cops find him and take him in for questioning. he doesn’t speak much though. billy just nods to everything. he doesn’t care what happens to him.

•your death really threw him off the deep end. he was sent to a mental institution and proceeded to get worse and worse there. stu stopped visiting after a while. and to think all this occurred just because of a stupid movie the two had watched almost a year ago

[imwritingforfun]

04 is it just acting?- getting the call

Ethan landry x gn reader enemies to lovers

You tried calling them five times luckily they picked up on the six call "hello?" You said sitting up "hey y/n thank god you answered" they said as you started to feel embarrassed you probably shouldn't have overslept "sorry I have been looking over the lines and couldn't sleep" you said "it's alright we got some good news and some bad news" they said you were starting to feel nervous

"what's the good news?" You said "well the person who was going to be the second ghostface decided they didn't want to play that part and left so there's two spots left" they said making you smile but you realize that they said there is a good news and a bad one "what's the bad one?" You asked nervously

"the bad news is we already know who we're going to give one of the parts to we just don't know who we're going to give the second part to it's between you and Jack you guys did amazing auditioning for us so it's really difficult to choose" they said you almost let out a annoyed sigh "but even if you don't get the Ghostface part we still want you to be in the movie" they said

"okay thank you" you said with a small smile you didn't want to be upset over this "but after we figure out what part we're going to give you all you have to do is fill in an application and you're all set" they said "thank you have a good day" you said "you too" they said as you hang up even if you didn't want to be upset you were started to feel a little down but you should have known this was coming

You let out a sigh since you were already up you probably should eat some breakfast you didn't live with your family they didn't really support you on being an actor but when you became successful so when you had enough money you left your home you did try to reach out to them time to time but they never answered they made it seem like it was your fault

Is it just acting?

Back masterlist next

Taglist open: @ayoanna @netey6m

synopsis- both you and Jack champion are actors the problem is the directors called both of you to addition for the new scream movie but that's not all both you and Jack want to be ghostface in the movie and sadly there is only one part left

[sammy-hammy]

𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕟𝕥𝕦𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕪

ethan landry wished there was another way to do this

it felt like murder having to put your heart through this

he knows he always said that he could never hurt you

but this was very, very the last time he was ever going to

[major scream 6 spoilers, usual scream violence, angst, major character death]

𝚝𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚛

𝚘𝚗𝚎 - 𝚙𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎

𝚝𝚠𝚘 -

𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚎𝚎 -

𝚝𝚋𝚍 -

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Scream masterlist

Key:

Fluff: ♡ Angst: ♤ Smut: ♧ Headcanons: ◇ May contain triggering content: ☆

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Sidney Prescott

Soft dom Sidney Prescott ♧◇

Early Morning Bliss ♧

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Billy Loomis

Billy Loomis nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Billy Loomis dating a member of the Addams family ◇

Slashers x vampire! s/o ◇

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Stu Macher

Stu Macher nsfw alphabet ♧◇

Slashers x vampire! s/o ◇

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[euphoricwritez]

baby girls im gonna write and angst so prepare yourselves for that, love ya hoes

[lotus-pear]

in love with tragedy