#scream6

[nitewingbabi]

↳ please respond…I showed you my cock            ⚤ ghostface x female!reader  【 18+ ONLY — Minors DNI 】 ✉ taking requests part 2 ▻ a pretty mouth

2023 was a different year for everyone. Covid was 2020's big killer, and now ghostface seemed to be claiming 2023 as his year. You were one of his taunting targets. Text messages, phone calls, notes in your locker or mail. He had even been in your room once to leave a message on your mirror.

‘I like the red ones’ which was referring to your panties that you were trying on the other day after doing some much needed retail therapy with some friends. 

Your group was getting smaller and smaller as more students were murdered, kidnapped or not heard from in weeks. Curfew was getting shorter that soon enough school was sure to be cancelled until the police solved whoever was running around killing everyone. 

It’s Tuesday night and you just finished showering, you had been blowdrying your hair for the last 20 minutes. The recent news far from your thoughts, the truck load of school work that was due was giving you a migraine. Finally your hair was dried and you were ready to slip into bed and start your assignment. You turned your TV on, immediately putting on your current Netflix show that you were binging. 

Eyes flicking back and forth from your laptop screen to your TV. You hadn’t checked your phone since you started to shower and noticed you had multiple messages from an unknown number. But it wasn’t unknown to you. You knew exactly who it was. 

Unknown Number +1**********

➤ quiet night? 

➤ parents aren’t home. 

➤ neighbours are out of town. 

You had only had one actual physical contact with ghostface which was two weeks ago. He chased you around your house until your neighbours came barging in and he ran away. Ever since you had your parents change the locks and debate whether or not to send you across the country to live with your aunt and uncle until it was all over. You pleaded that they didn’t and instead they paid for a self defence class for you. 

Your phone buzzed again, drawing your attention away from the TV. 

Unknown Number +***********

➤ i liked the little show you put on for me the other day. 

➤ wish i had been there to ruin those little red panties 

You weren’t sure what to write back, you sat there debating if you should even write anything back and entertain this creep. 

Just as you put your phone down, the screen lit up and the room echoed from your ringtone. 

Unknown Caller 

You weren’t sure if you should pick up, but something inside you made you do it. 

“Hello?” You hesitantly asked as you held the device up to your ear. Waiting to hear that deep voice that you couldn’t recognise. 

“Hello y/n. Enjoying your show?” Your eyes met your TV screen to see your show playing still on low volume. You turned the TV off, quickly standing to your feet to look out your window. It was barely lit outside from the streetlight and nothing seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. 

“Who is this? Why are you tormenting me?” You had asked the question too many times that it was just routine, you’d hope that one time he would budge and just tell you. 

“The question isn’t who I am. the question is where I am.” You heart began to race, eyes searching endlessly out your window, he had to be close by. You suddenly felt the booty shorts and crop top that you had slid into wasn’t the best attire to be wearing at home alone whilst being stalked by a psycho. 

“Look asshole, you wanna play games. I can play.” You weren’t sure what you exact plan was, but it was the first thing to pop into your head. Were you terrified of ghostface? Yes. But did it also arouse you how much he called you, texted you, the fact he had probably seen you naked countless times, even possibly pleasured himself to the sight of you. 

“Oh yeah? In the mood for monopoly?” He chuckled darkly on the other end, you could only hope he was still watching you from where he was. With your free hand you danced your fingers down your torso, dipping into the waistband of your shorts and panties and itching your way to your centre that was throbbing. You could hear a deep growl on the other end. 

You chuckled into the phone, knowing he was definitely watching you now. You breathed a soft moan as your fingertip circles your juicy clit, using your arousal as lube to slick your finger around the bundle of nerves. Your moans grew louder and your mouth fell agape as you began walking backwards onto your bed, allowing yourself to fall back into the plush mattress and send yourself into a bliss. 

You had forgotten about ghostface, your phone falling from your ear to beside your head. 

“Hey!” Your eyes popped open as you remembered he was still on the other end. You quickly grabbed it, slowing your circles to keep yourself on edge. 

“I want to hear your pretty cries when you cum, I want you to cum to me and only me. You got that princess?” His words were sharp and threatening, just like the blade he used to murder your friends. God you were getting turned on and touching yourself to a psycho killer. The unexpected happened next. A snapchat notification came through. 

Gfce23 added you on Snapchat! 

It was him. It had to be. You accepted, still working yourself and slipping a finger inside your dripping cunt to get more arousal on your clit. 

Immediately a video came through, along with a few photos. You bit your lip as you thought about what could possibly be on the other end. You had to take the chance though, you were too far down the rabbit hole. 

“Open them, I want you to see what you fucking do to me.” His voice was hoarse and breathless, you could tell he was jerking himself on the other end or something. You clicked on the purple square. Your eyes met a hard cock, veiny and thick. The tip an enraged red with a slight purple tinge. A single drop of precum oozing out the slit and his black leather glove wrapped around his cock. 

The video began playing and his hand jerked his cock slowly, throaty moans echoing as the video continued to play and that drop of precum dripped down his pinkish shaft. A small bush of pubic hair that led to a faint snail trail and a set of what you could only guess were abs. 

His hand got faster and his moans got faster as he pumped himself hard in his hand, but before you could view more you heard your parents car pulling into the driveway with their faint music blaring. 

Ghostface was in the back of your mind as you quickly closed your phone and got settled into bed. Ghostface didn’t call you back, didn’t text you and didn’t send anything else to you that night. But that does’t mean he let you off easy. 

It had only been a few days since you last heard from ghostface, but when you did you were surprised to see the message he had sent through was not his usual taunting, threatening approach. 

Unkown Number +**********

➤ i want to see that pretty pussy spread out tonight 

➤ leave your window unlocked

➤ i know your parents wont be home

➤ hope you like it rough princess

[aesthetixhoe]

warnings: making out, hints of sub!ethan, alludes to sex. inspired by this post by @applesauzze . reader has a bra on

CURRENTLY THINKING ABOUT kiss drunk Ethan.

It was your third date and it went well. Really well. Well enough that when you got back to your apartment - Ethan insisted on walking you back like a gentleman - you invited him in. Well enough that after you did invite him in, you two ended up on your couch, faces closer than they'd ever been. Well enough that you found yourself leaning in.

You'd kissed before, but Ethan was good. Oddly good considering his lack of experience. You expected that when you pulled back his eyes would be glazed over, its not unusual. What you didn't expect was for him to lean back in. You pull back.

“Hey I thought you wanted to go slow?” You ask, chuckling softly.

He looks at you with those big, needy, brown eyes and you almost forget about taking it slow. Turns out Ethan feels the same way because he's pulling your hips on top of his so you're straddling him. “I need more.” He leans up to try and capture your lips, and continues to follow your lips higher as you lean back.

“Ethan, more what?”

“More of you.”

He grabs the back of your head and pulls your face down into his. When your lips hit each other's he lets out a muffled whine making your breath speed up. Your hands fly to his shoulder and cheek pulling him closer.

You both are forced to pull back when you run out of air. You stare into each other's eyes. “Holy fuck. You're amazing.” He whispers breathlessly.

You grin at his complement, feeling your heart swell. “You're not so bad yourself Landry.” You run your thumb over his cheeks that are turning pink.

You lean down to reattach your lips to his. Ethan's hands have moved from the back of your head to your hips, his thumbs gliding underneath your shirt. As the kiss gets more heated they slowly migrate up so his whole hand is under your shirt, getting closer to your bra.

“E, we have to stop, too far.” You explain.

His hands stop moving and his eyes widen, “Oh, I am so sorry. Did I make you uncomfortable?”

“It's not that Ethan, I don't want you to go past where you want to. Slow remember...” You nod your head, almost reminding yourself more. You didn't want him to regret anything.

“Are you ok with this?” He asks softly.

You nod. “Then kiss me.”

anotha one. if i were to make a taglist, who would want to be on it..?

[michaellangdonswhore]

Ethan Landry x bratty reader 🫶🏻🫶🏻

warnings: smut. i need serious help.

word count: 1.8k

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"Ethan, we've been working on this for hours," You yawn, leaning back into the chair you pulled up next to him earlier. Ethan's gaze never leaves his laptop and his fingers don't stop typing for a second.

You shrug off not getting a response and play with the pages of your textbook. You've stopped helping him at this point; you'd rather do a portion of the work at your dorm in bed.

You're a procrastinator, but you get the work done.

Ethan's the opposite.

You were assigned a project in your economics class. Since the two of you knew each other the best out of anyone else in the class, you decided to pair up. You didn't know your working and time management skills would be so different.

You and Ethan were somewhat friends, but you argued a lot a little. It would always be about something small. They never went too far, though. It would end with Tara shifting the conversation and leave Ethan frustrated and gritting his teeth. You get annoyed with each other easily, but you were kind of still friends.

The thing that really bonded you two together was your economics class. You'd make small talk about your professor or what someone did in class. Sometimes you found yourself laughing with him, but you usually bickered.

However, you kind of liked arguing with him. It was exciting.

"Ethan," You whine.

He sighs and breaks eye contact with his computer, looking down at you.

"Maybe if you just agreed to meet up earlier in the week we would've gotten this done a lot quicker," He says in a condescending tone. "And you have no concept of time. We've only been working for a little over an hour."

"An hour too long," You roll your eyes and lean back in your chair again. "Look, I have a really short attention span."

"Clearly." He rolls his eyes, shifting his gaze back to the computer. You go back to playing with the pages. He gets annoyed by this. "Are you going to help me at all or just sit there?"

You shoot him a glare.

He scoffs and then finds himself smirking.

He always had fun pushing her buttons, but was particularly enjoying doing it in that moment; them alone in a tense room.

He hadn't really thought about her like this till a little before she came over. Not until Chad finally brought up the very obvious chemistry between them.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Come on," Chad groans. "You two fight like an old married couple."

"There's nothing sexual about it-"

"Dude, are you serious?" Chad scoffs. "You're just a virgin who doesn't know how to handle an attractive woman."

"Oh, screw you." Ethan glares at Chad who has a proud grin on his face.

"Think about it." Chad says before taking off.

Oh, and he thought about it.

"I want to take a break." You say.

"You've had days to work on this and it's due tomorrow night," Ethan rolls his eyes. "You've had your break."

You inhale deeply, full of frustration.

"You're a dick."

"Sorry that I want a good grade in the class."

You get angry by this comment. He knows that you're a hard worker; so what if you wait till the last minute? At least you get the things you have to do done.

He takes notice of the offended expression on your face and can't help but think that you're cute when you're angry with him.

"I have the same grade as you, you asshole."

"I'm actually a point above you."

"Oh, big difference."

"It's still a difference."

"Fuck off," You get up from the chair, picking up your laptop off of the desk.

"What are you doing?" Ethan asks.

"I'm gonna work on the rest of this in my dorm." You say, abandoning the situation.

You didn't really know else to do. Usually when you were arguing there was always someone to put an end to it; to resolve an unresolvable situation.

"I don't believe that for a second."

"Yeah, well." You paused for a moment. He had caught your bluff. You put a hand to your hip. "There's still another day to work on it. And we did get a lot done."

"Why don't we just finish it?" Ethan turns to looks at you. "You know? Let's just bang it out."

His word choice makes him tense. He knew the way the sentence came out.

"Okay, yeah," Y/N nods, sitting back down. "Let's just bang it out."

"Yeah?" He says in a breath. He doesn't know why he's continuing to speak without thinking about his words. He also doesn't know why he's kind of getting hard.

"There's nothing sexual about it-"

His words from earlier replay in his head.

'Fuck you, Chad.' He thinks to himself.

You nod and take out your laptop.

"You gonna stop your bitching and complaining?" He asks, him sitting a little closer to you than before. He was finding himself to be having fun with this. You give him an annoyed look and he lets out a chuckle while tilting his head.

"Only if you stop acting like a dick," You reply. "You're pissing me off."

"Am I?" He asks, no longer focusing on his work.

"Yeah," You nod. "Come on, let's bang this out."

"Yeah, okay."

In a second his lips are on yours, his hands pulling you in closer to him. You kiss him back, for a moment, before you realize what's literally going on.

"Woah, woah, woah..." You break away, staying in the position you're in. His hands are gripping your wrists and you're kind of straddling him.

He looks up at you and then lets go of your wrists. He didn't even realize he was holding onto them in the first place. He's breathing heavily and his face is red from embarrassment. Now, he's looking away from you.

"Fuck, I'm sorry, Y/N." Ethan's looking at the ground now. "I-I misread the situation. I don't know what I was thinking..."

He's trying to be rational and he's clearly embarrassed, but he doesn't even notice that his hips are digging into you.

"No... it's okay," You stammer.

"Really?" He looks back up at you.

"Yeah..." You say. He's still thrusting against you. You realize it. He doesn't until your face gets even more flushed.

"What?" He asks, growing cocky. He assumes, since you said it was okay and you're still on his lap, that he was good to do this. "I thought you wanted a break?"

"Shit," You say as his hands grab your wrists again. You lean your forehead against his and he chuckles. "Yeah, I do want a break."

"Should I even let you have one?" He questions, kissing your jaw.

You roll your eyes and let out a shaky breath.

"Screw you," You say. "Don't tease me."

"Screw you, Y/N," He hisses. "I'll do whatever I want."

You press down further into his lap and he groans, his head falling back.

"I've never seen you this confident," You chuckle. You kiss his exposed neck, kissing up to his jaw. He's pressing into you more. "What's got you this cocky? Aren't you a virgin?"

"Fuck, I let you have a break and you throw that in my face?" He rolls his eyes. "You're such a brat."

He moves his hands to your hips and forces you to grind against him.

"You never fail to frustrate me." He continues. "Fuck, I just want to fuck the living shit out of you."

You're weak from his words, wincing over them. He stands up, carrying you with him. He throws you onto his bed and attacks immediately, pulling down your loose sweatpants frantically.

He's painfully hard. It's fucking hurting him.

He flips you over on your stomach and forces your hips up. Your face is buried in his pillows and you're wondering about what he's going to do before his warm mouth is devouring you. Your legs shake.

"Fuck, Ethan..." You hum. "I-"

"You what?" He stops.

He's dying to be inside of you. He's jerking himself as he eats you out. He feels so hot and desperate.

"Fuck..."

"Spit it out." He says in between licks. "You never have a problem with speaking your mind."

"Just keep going," You say, reaching for his hair behind you.

"Fuck, you're a slut." He goes back down on you for a moment, but he has to be inside of you.

When the contact breaks you whine, but are instantly met with him shoving his aching cock inside you. He's digging into your hips and he's balls deep. He doesn't waste a second before he's pounding into you, moving your hips to meet his thrusts.

"Yes, fuck," He whines, forcing you up by your hair to lean against him. "I never thought you'd feel this good."

He holds you in place and kisses your neck, fucking deep into you.

"Who knew all I had to do to shut you up was fuck you?" He laughs and you get mad, looking away from him but continuing to let him fuck you. "Aw, did I make you upset?"

"You're an asshole," You say, but then he pounds you harder, forcing a cry out of your mouth. "Fuck, Ethan, keep going! You feel so good..."

"Fucking whore." He grabs your jaw with one of his hands and sloppily kisses you. "God, I love fucking fighting with you."

You lean your head in the crook of is neck, but then he pushes you down and leans on top of you.

His brows are furrowed and he's whimpering in your ear.

"Feels so good," He says breathlessly, his nails digging deep into your skin. He's speeding up at this point, chasing his high. He's gonna cum soon. After all, he is a virgin.

His face is becoming red and he's getting lost in you.

And you're almost there too before he quickly pulls out. You turn your head to face him.

"Why'd you stop?"

"I-" He takes a deep breath and shakily responds, "I don't want to cum yet."

"It's okay," You look up with him with a glow in your eye. "Cum on my face."

"What?"

He's standing above you, and you switch your position, kneeling in front of him. You gently grab his already sensitive cock in your hands and begin pumping him, and he's a whining mess.

"Oh fuck-"

Without warning, he replaces your hand with his and jerks himself off until everything is out and a mess on your face. Loud grunts and swears escape his mouth as you wait with your tongue out.

He's left a sweaty mess, looking at you with his mess on your face. You look up at him and taste a little bit, and he breathes heavily.

"Fuck, you look good." He says. He then grabs a napkin from his desk and walks back over to you, wiping the cum off of your face. Once it's all gone, he kisses your cheek.

"I'll help you out with the work, now." You say, blushing at him. He tilts his head, looking at you confused.

"Why do it now?" He asks. "We have all day tomorrow for that."

[ornii]

Tara Carpenter x Male Reader?

Funny enough, I was never a big Horror Fan so the Scream series went under my radar. Conveniently enough I decided to watch the latest one and I gotta say not too bad.

Trust

Takes years to form, can be broken in one moment.

After a short but memorable service in the Army, you were able to take an honorable discharge after barely a year, after searching a Home you saved your squad from a makeshift IED. It Left a few scars, but that was the last of the physical damage, mental damage can never truly be measured and heal fully, but you’re managing. Hearing the Murders of Woodsboro, and Tara surviving thankfully.

You and Tara had been friends since moving to Woodsboro years ago, just kids at the time but there was something really different about her, you couldn’t put your finger on it but she always lit up the room, and specifically took your breath away. Leaving for Basic Training, you never got a chance to admit it, but you knew once you returned it was the first thing to do on your bucket list.

So when you were discharged, Blackmore University was a nobrainer to attend. But it was only downhill after that, the Killings return, and it seemed to return just as you did.

It was all too much of a coincidence for anyone else to ignore. So they did the only sensible thing.

You were standing in the middle of the apartment, unsure of what to do. You were essentially surrounded by Tara, Sam, Chad, and Ethan. “I don’t understand..” you said, your eyes tracing along the eyes staring at you. “You think.. it’s me?” You ask. And Chad stepped up first.

“We heard what happened at Woodsboro, it just, takes someone pretty skilled to do that stuff..” he said, Chad had an attitude that he didn’t want to believe it, but a capable man with a knife is pretty tough. You looked over to everyone else, Quinn seems indifferent, Sam was reluctant to speak and Tara couldn’t look you in the eye.

“Tara, Tara look at me…” you pleaded, Teary eyed she slowly looks up to meet your gaze.

“You really think I could do this? I came back here for you, why would I…” you slowly trail off, silent as you truly were at a loss.

“I don’t want to believe it..” she said, “but.. it just all looks bad..” She admits, and that truly broke your heart, the one person you wanted to believe you, before you could say anything, Ethan walks over putting his arm around Tara to try to soothe her. Ethan always had a slimy attitude, and you never really felt, safe around him. But seeing him do that to Tara made your skin crawl. Something about this, about all of this, was way off.

“(Y/n), Quinn’s dead, we have to stop this before more people die; if it isn’t you then the police are gonna release you.” Sam explains, and they wheel an office chair with arms over for you to sit. Seeing how distressed Tara was, you very reluctantly sat down on it, and allowed them to bind your arms to the chair. Tapping your foot restlessly, you eyed Ethan. “Feel safer now?” You said obviously with sarcasm, and Ethan give this look. Of disappointment.

“Look I know service does a lot to the brain.” He started, and you realized just what he’s about to do.

“No you fucking don’t..” you cut him off sternly and harshly, knowing his plan to blame your PTSD and use it to label someone as unstable. Ethan gives you another look, as if he’s hiding a smile.

“Let’s give him some fresh air at least, would be better for him.” Ethan walks over and calmly pushes you to the balcony, “it’s for your own good.” He mutters a bit abruptly, and walks back to the others, you can’t hear what they’re saying but Tara eyes you a few times. You wanted to plead and beg for her to listen to you, but it would have been for nothing, she’s already convinced it was you. Your train of thought was cut off by footsteps around you, mostly above, you hear them and look up to see someone heading down, it was too dark to make out who it was, but once you saw the flash of steel with their knife you instantly knew.

“Guys! Guys!” You shook and kicked to get their attention, they all looked over as you fought to break free. You screamed for help, It was too late, heading down the fire escape, Ghostface made their appearance, grabbing your legs they lifted you up and over the balcony, you felt the instant dizzying sensation of being tossed and your head slammed hard against the lower balcony rail, it all went dark after that but you tumbled against more rails and slammed on a hard sheet metal roof and slid off onto the ground.

Somehow, you still lived. Opening your eyes slowly you see the hard New York ground and the wheels of a dumpster, using what strength you had you were able to stand up, seems the chair broke most of your fall, but still causing cuts and bruises and probably a cracked rib or two. Using the dumpster you prop yourself up and reach into your pocket with your bloody hands to your cracked IPhone, it was near impossible to make any calls, but one app did catch your eye. Find my IPhone. Tapping on Tara’s name you spot her location, a old theatre. Tearing off the tape on your wrists you look around for anything to defend yourself, all you see is a sharp end of plastic from the fallen chair. Snatching it you make you plan.

You stand up, feeling a hot burning pain in your leg, specifically your ankle which probably has a torn ligament or shattered bone. You push the pain down and limp your way to the theatre. Pushing the door open with your bloody palms you limped in, to a sight you least expected. You watched Ethan terrorize Tara, who looks ready to fall off a ledge, Sam barely holding on as Quinn, who never was dead approaches, and Detective Bailey, aiming a gun at them all. It was all a ploy to kill you and lessen the numbers. Ethan’s words “for your own good” kept running in your head, he set you up to get killed. All that military training began to pay off, you crouched with a bad limp and had to crawl to avoid making too much noise, you crept up behind Bailey and didn’t hesitate. You took the sharp plastic and rammed it into the side of his neck with force. Using his other hand he tries to hold his neck to keep the blood loss. You reached and gripped his hand hard, forcing him to Aim at Quinn and crushing his tigger finger. A bullet flies and almost hits Quinn, Sam looks up to see you and you continue to force him to pull the trigger until one bullet gets lodged right in the head of Quinn. She drops dead and so does Bailey. You stood there, silent as Ethan turns to see you. You didn’t care why he did it, you didn’t care to even ask.

“Get Tara up.” You gave Sam her order and she took the change to yank her sister up while you handled Eathan. He danced the knife around his hands, waiting for you make a move but you knew better. You kept calm and locked in. Ethan thrashed at you to land a hit but you kept calm, keeping your distance and avoiding close cuts. You watch in go for a stab, you open your arm, he goes past it and you lock his arm under yours, with one swift jerk up you snapped his arm, you cocked back and began to hammer his face in, punch after punch. Ethan stumbles around and with one judo throw you slammed him into a table, exhausted from the ass beating you promptly put on him, he lies there, laughing.

“You don’t deserve her, I always wanted to stick something in her… and she picks you, a fuckin freak who cries when fireworks go off..” Ethan spoke with venom though his bloody teeth. You looked at him, disgusted.

“Cry me a river.. and fuckin drown in it.” You grabbed him, dragged his head to the edge of the table and lifted up your arm and slammed your elbow right into his eyesocket, his neck snaps back with a crunch, as he lays there, dead. (Y/n) slumps down, exhausted. After dispatching three serial killers like John Wick he finally breathes as the nightmare is over.

The FBI and Police arrive, taking statements and doing some investigating and body clean up. You were getting the cuts and bruises patched up, and the ankle looked at.

“Hairline fracture. Gonna need some time for it to heal but you’ll be walking again.” The EMT gave a warm smile to you and went to tend to Sam. You leaned your head back to finally rest, you felt a presence approach, he could immediately tell it was Tara.

“…What do you want?” You said, you tilt your heard back forward and look at her. She looked good, even if she was getting murdered half an hour ago, still so.. beautiful. “Can We.. can we talk?” She said, almost in a whisper. You scoot over the ambulance seat to let her sit down.

“I’m… so sorry I didn’t believe you. And you almost got killed for it..” she bit her bottom lip to keep from crying, as angry as you were, she got baited into it, you put your arm around her.

“I wish you trusted me but I understand why you didn’t, let’s just, relax first.” You felt her lean into your arm, content with how things are finally.

“Yeah.” She closes her eyes to take in the moment, and you finally let this nightmare end.

[unforgettwble-sumii]

KISS ME — A . F

(Amber Freeman x fem!reader 📖)

⭐ Amber gives you an accidental kiss infront of your friends.

⭐ Warnings ‼️: ooc! Amber (?), swearing, I don't know anything about gaming, Ghostface does not exist, still haven't watched Scream bcs all the killing will make me sad lmfao, not proof read!

⭐ word count: 699

a/n: I am willing to do anything for Amber Freeman. Also I was listening to Clarity while writing this, I low-key felt high.

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The sound of the television and soft laughing could be heard in the background as Amber was sipping a mug of coffee. It was around 6 a.m in the morning and for some reason, everyone was awake.

Not that you had a problem with it, infact, you absolutely loved it. Everyone all huddled up in your apartment and making stupid jokes to pass time; it made you warm and soft inside.

This past week everyone has been staying in your apartment, and seeing them every morning made you feel safe—not from anyone or anything in particular, but you just liked the feeling seeing everyone all together.

"Here, drink this." Sam, who just came from the kitchen, handed you a mug of coffee.

You gave her a smile and softly thanked her; earning a smile from the older woman in return.

"It's decaf coffee, by the way." She added, plopping on the blue bean bag beside the couch, taking a sip of her own coffee before changing her gaze to the television.

"By the way, why are you guys awake at this hour? Especially you Chad. You'd still be asleep due to the amount of alcohol you drank at last night's party." Mindy stated, eyeing her twin brother.

While everyone else was answering Mindy's question, you glanced at Amber who gave you a smile and motioned for you to sit beside her.

You happily obliged and sat beside her. Amber snaking an arm over your shoulder.

Keeping the relationship between you and Amber a secret was harder than you thought; often forgetting that you and Amber kept it a secret.

Coming out to the people you love was a big yet an important thing to do, you just wasn't sure when to tell them or how they would react.

Amber softly rubbed circles on your shoulder, pulling you closer as if you already weren't as close as possible.

"How was your sleep?" She asked, tilting her head slightly.

"Could've been better." You sighed, resting your head on her shoulder.

Everyone, other than you and Amber, had shifted their attention to the screen and the two infront of them; Mindy and Chad, who were currently playing Mario kart.

'Who the hell plays Mario kart at 6 in the fucking morning?' you questioned yourself. You shook your head, discarding the question.

In the midst of the chaos; laughing, giggling, and the sounds of the controller clicking, Amber leaned closer to your face and placed a soft kiss on your lips.

This had caught you off guard, and apparently, your friends too. They all looked at Amber as if she was on fire, eyes wide and mouth agape. Absolute shock washed their face. No words exchanged, just dead silence as you tried to compose a sentence.

"Ok, what the fuck." Tara broke the silence, shocked as everyone else.

You tried to speak, yet failing miserably as you couldn't even form a sentence.

"I knew it. I fucking knew it." Mindy put a hand over her mouth, "pay up fucker." She said, looking at Chad, her smile clear as day.

Chad grumbled as he dug through his pocket to fish out a $20 dollar bill.

Mindy laughed at her brother's defeat, but a serious expression soon plastered her face as she realized you had been hiding your relationship with Amber this whole time.

"You two have been dating this whole time, and didn't think to tell us?!" Tara scoffed, arms folded infront of her chest.

You apologized, "I didn't know how to say it, I'm sorry T, and everyone else." You looked down, not really sure what to say now.

A giggle could be heard beside you. Amber, was laughing her ass off, as if making fun of her friends for not knowing.

You softly hit her chest and giving her a look before she cleared her throat then spoke.

"Yeah, we've been dating for 3 months now."

The sounds of laughing and scoffing soon erupted, lighting up the atmosphere.

Turns out, they didn't really mind. Knowing how hard coming out is, they get where you came from. And in the end, it all worked out well, for you and Amber at least. Chad? not really.

— ⭐ ©unforgettwble-sumii's work. Pls do not repost, steal modify, or translate.

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chad meeks martin x reader

prompt: it’s 2AM and chad is extremely horny. he’s begging you to come over to help him but there’s one problem…ethan’s his roommate.

warnings: SMUT, p in v, oral (male receiving), dirty talk, hand over mouth bc reader is LOUD, throat fucking, spitting, daddy kink (bc why not?)

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“Come over?” your phone buzzed just as you were about to fall asleep. You squinted as your eyes adjusted to the bright light of the screen. You glanced over the text before unlocking your phone and replying.

“No.” you texted back, locking your phone, before rolling over and closing your eyes once more.

It was only seconds later that your screen lit up again. You sighed, grabbing it and reading the text.

“It wasn’t a question,” Chad responded.

“Then why did you add a question mark?” you replied back.

“Come over.” he replied again, this time with a period on the end. The corner of your lips curved into a small smile. “It’s 2:34 in the morning…go to sleep already.”

“I can’t go to sleep when my dick is excruciatingly hard.” Your eyes read over the text several times, biting your lip in the process. “Excruciatingly? I didn’t know those big words were in your vocabulary.”

“Hahaha you’re so fucking funny…But seriously, i’m so hard.”

“Proof?” you sent back as a completely joke. But knowing Chad, he wouldn’t take it as that. Just as you expected, the next message was sent with a video.

You opened it without hesitation, making sure to turn the volume down so you wouldn’t wake any of the girls. You watched as Chad’s hand wrapped around the base of his cock and began jerking himself off.

After a few seconds you heard him say, “Daddy needs you so bad baby…need to fill that sweet pussy with my cum.” You squeezed your thighs together. The effect he had on you was perpetual.

“What about Ethan?” you replied back, rewatching the video as you waited for his response. “He took like five melatonin gummies and crashed hours ago..plus we can be quiet.”

Before you could reply he sent another text, “Or at least I can make you.” You didn’t have to give it much thought before you convinced yourself to be his sneaky link for the night. You texted him that you’d be over in 15.

You got out of bed before throwing a sweatshirt over your tank and pajama shorts, you grabbed your shoes and put them on before tiptoeing through the apartment. If Tara or Sam caught you sneaking out, they wouldn’t let you live it down.

You made your way down the street until you eventually hit campus grounds, which was only a few blocks down from the apartment. It took some time finding the right building in the dark but you eventually stumbled upon it.

To avoid waking up Ethan, you sent Chad a text telling him that you were at the door. Moments later, it opened to reveal him, shirtless..muscles and tattoos on full display. “Hi,” you said shyly.

“Hey angel,” he said softly before pulling you inside and crashing his lips onto yours. You felt his hard cock press against your lower stomach and you immediately reached down below the waist band of his boxers to take him in your hand.

He let out a low moan as he felt some of the relief he was desperate to have. You didn’t ask or waste time. You just dropped to your knees in front of him. “You don’t ha-“

“I want to,” you told him before he could finish, looking up at him with those innocent, doe eyes that drove him absolutely insane.

You pulled his boxers all the way down, his cock springing free from the fabric. You wrapped your hand around the base, as you left slow, wet kisses up the length and eventually to the tip.

You spit on his cock and then used that to get it slick. You looked up at him once again as he watched your every move with anticipation. “Is this what you wanted daddy?” you asked, batting your eyelashes.

“So much, angel. God, you’re fucking perfect,” he held your chin in his hand, caressing the side of your cheek with his thumb. Your eyes diverted over to Ethan’s bed only for a second to make sure he was still asleep before giving your full attention back to Chad.

You began sucking his cock, swirling your tongue around his tip, moaning in the process. Chad gathered your hair in his fist, holding it into a ponytail. He looked down in awe as you bobbed your head up and down on his cock.

“Fuck,” he groaned softly, eyes rolling back. Usually he was more vocal but with sleeping beauty literally five feet away, he needed some restraint. You pulled off with a ‘pop’ sound and stroked him, “Does it feel good daddy?”

“So good…you look so hot with my cock in your mouth…such a little slut for me,” he moaned, guiding your head back down. This time, he took control, thrusting his cock down your throat and fucking into it relentlessly.

He loved the sounds of your gags, and pleads for air, but he knew you could take it so he didn’t stop. Not until tears were falling from your eyes. It was so wrong but he fucking loved making you cry, especially on his cock.

He fucked your mouth for a few more moments before pulling out, a string of spit coming from your mouth. You gasped for air, but maintained eye contact with him the entire time.

Though you would never say it out loud, you absolutely loved being Chad’s little fuck toy. Whatever he needed, you wanted to give him.

He pulled you up and kissed you again before pulling you over to the bed. You both got under the covers and he moved his hand down to the waistband of your pj shorts. You knew you were soaked but Chad’s reaction to just how wet you were was shocking.

His fingers slid right in, curling up against your walls to get your hole prepared for his cock. “Gonna stretch this little cunt so good,” he whispered in your ear. “Please,” you moaned softly.

You lifted your hips to help him slide off your shorts, while you removed your top. He got on top of you, smothering you with his large and muscular figure. You were so small compared to him, “My perfect little slut,” he said as he lined up with your hole.

You let out a moan, way louder than expected, when he pushed into you. His hand immediately covered your mouth, looking over at Ethan. The curly headed boy was still sound asleep. He sighed in relief before turning back to you, “You’ve gotta be quiet..”

“B-but it feels so good.” you moaned in his hand as he started thrusting. “I know angel, but don’t you want to be a good girl for me?” he asked, forcing his cock deeper inside your tight cunt.

You nodded in response as he began fucking you at a steady pace. While he was worried about you being quiet, he didn’t seem to worry about the headboard beating against the wall as his thrusts got stronger.

Your nails scratched at his back, which would surely leave marks tomorrow. “M-mmm..f-fuck,” your moans muffled in his hand.

“S’ warm and tight..” he groaned, Chad fucked you in that position for several more minutes before flipping you over on your stomach. He gripped your waist as he guided you back on his throbbing cock. The new position allowing him to bury himself deeper inside you.

Suddenly, both of your fears came true as you heard Ethan’s tired voice. “Chad? What’s going on?” he said, half asleep, looking over but seeing nothing due to the dark room. Chad pushed your face into the pillow, not slowing his pace at all. “Nothing bro, i’m just looking for my phone..go back to sleep.”

Ethan didn’t say anything, he just rolled over to face the wall before dozing off again. Chad knew he wouldn’t be able to keep this up for long before his roommate actually woke up, but the fact that his cock had been hard for hours before you came over, it wouldn’t take long to cum.

And the way you were gripping and clenching around his cock, was only adding to the equation. He gave your ass a few slaps as he fucked you hard and fast. You moaned into the pillow as you felt your orgasm approaching.

Chad grabbed your hair in his first, pulling it back, making your back arch. He was so deep inside you his tip was basically hitting your cervix. It felt so good but also so painful. You felt like your insides were being ripped apart by his cock.

“You’re a fuckin’ slut you know that baby? Letting me ruin your little hole while my roommate’s asleep next to us. I bet you wish he’d wake up and find you all fucked out like this, don’t you?” he asked. His obscene words sending you closer to the edge.

“Y-yes daddy..please d-don’t stop,” you moaned quietly as you lifted your head from the pillow. “Bet Ethan would like to see you all cock drunk this like too…show him how much of a little whore you are.”

All you could do was cry out in response “But we can’t have that, can we? Because you belong to me..my perfect cum slut.”

“Gonna cum..please let me cum daddy,” you babbled. So cock drunk, you were almost incoherent. “Cum on my cock baby…that’s right..just like that,” he groaned, not caring if he woke Ethan at this point.

Your orgasm hit you like a freight train, your body shaking and shivering as the overwhelming sensation rocked through your body. The way you clenched around him brought him to his own orgasm as his warm cum filled you up.

“You did so good baby,” he praised, pulling out and turning you around to face him. He caressed your cheek softly as you both caught your breath. You laid like that for several minutes before he got up to fetch a wash cloth, coming back and cleaning you up.

He pulled your shorts back up, but it didn’t help the face that his cum was slowly leaking out of you. “Wanna stay with you,” you said faintly, followed by a small yawn.

“I wasn’t going to let you leave,” he smiled before putting on his boxers and crawling back in bed with you. He wrapped you in his strong arms as you both drifted off to sleep.

The next morning you opened your eyes to see Ethan getting ready for class. Chad was still passed out next to you. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, “Hi, E,” you smiled.

“Morning y/n,” he replied, glancing over at you with a smile before grabbing his stuff and heading toward the door.

“Hope it’s okay that I slept here,” you said. “Of course…but tell pretty boy when he wakes up…that he’ll have to do a better job at keeping you quiet next time.”

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Hope u guys liked this one! Feel free to send me Chad smut requests!!

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movie night part 2 - Ethan Landry

Here is part 1!

Warnings: Smut (p in v), swearing, Ethan lowkey being a switch, unprotected sex (don't be silly, protect your willy)

This is not proofread so idk about any mistakes!!

Quinn grabs your arms to keep her up, “Well, of course I do, but I lost it. Otherwise i wouldn’t be knocking, stupid.” You roll your eyes and bring the drunk girl into her bedroom, forcing her to lie on her bed. You look out and shoot Ethan an apologetic look, knowing how you left him, before closing the door to help Quinn. 

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Ethan watches and feel jealousy burn at him, his sister took away your attention from him. The unbearable feeling of his hard cock in his pants made him shuffle around. Tara stands up and excuses herself, needing sleep.

“Wait!” Chad calls after her, making her turn in confusion, “Sleep out here.”

“The movies to loud.” She states.

“I’ll come with you then, so you’re not alone.” He adds, to not seem so desperate to go with her. He follows her to her room, closing the door behind them. Mindy looks at Ethan who is still watching Quinn’s door. Ethan notices Mindy’s stare and looks at her with raised eyebrows. She throws a disturbed look his way before turning back to the movie. Ethan waits for you to return, but when you takes too long, he starts to palm himself through his pants, looking for some sort of relief.

He feels your presence as you eventually walk back into the living room, looking around.

“Where’s Chad and Tara?” you ask to no one in particular. Mindy looks to you with a knowing look, “right.” You whisper before sitting down on the sofa.

The sofa dips as you lay down next to Ethan. He takes his hand away from himself and looks at your relaxed body. He crawls up behind you and rubs your thighs, making you bite your lip as his fingertips graze your skin so softly, before pressing himself onto you from behind. You can’t help but grind against him, knowing what you’ve caused. If it wasn’t for Quinn’s disturbance, you would both most likely be relieved. But of course, Ethan lied behind your body, holding his breath as he grinds into your ass, making you suppress the sounds that dared to leave your mouth. His lips once again attach to your neck, sucking small spots onto you. Your eyes flutter shut as Ethan nuzzles his head into your neck, bathing in the sweet scent of your perfume.  

Mindy stands up to change the movie, sleepiness washing over her as she looks at the two on the couch with their eyes closed, assuming they’re close to sleeping. She instead turns the movie off and walks to Sam’s room, giving up on staying awake. Mindy didn’t notice the small whines muffled into the couch pillows, made by yourself. Once Mindy leaves the room, Ethan growls into your ear.

“You need to fix this.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” you push into him again, feeling your legs dripping with content as he grinds into you, the both of you seeking some sort of relief.

His hand reaches under your ass to meet with your soaked cunt, sliding his fingers around to spread the wetness. You reach back and place your hand inside his sweats, onto his swollen cock. He can’t help the way his hips buck into your hand as you feel him up, wanting to relieve him from this hardness. Ethan sits up and brings you with him, pulling both of your pants down with a struggle. His vision was blurry as all he could think of was you, the feeling of you. He leans in and whispers into your ear

“You are going to ride me until you milk me out into your sweet fucking pussy.” You can’t help but roll your eyes back, his voice laced with so much lust, making him sound so hot. You take his shirt of and feel up and down his body, his abs making you smirk and lean down, placing wet, sloppy kisses along his torso.

It was a risky game you two were playing, but it was also a game you were willing to play. Ethan grows impatient and pulls his boxers down his legs, letting his member free. While you sit above him and watch, he grabs on his cock and starts to masturbate, groans leaving from deep within his throat. You sigh in desire and take your own panties off, hovering above him and kissing him for his attention. The look on his face is unreadable but the heat of his body is all so familiar, making you sink down onto him. You have to bite his shoulder to supress your moans as you try to get comfortable on his cock. You raise your head slightly, your teeth grazing his ear as you whisper to him.

“I’m gonna fix you up, god, you fill me up so well, baby.” You start to drag yourself upwards, the sting and pleasure of having him inside of you mixing up and creating a big mess as you try to stay quiet.

“I wish we were alone right now; I’d kill to hear all of those sweet sounds you make.”

His hips once again thrust into you making you bite your lip painfully hard. Your speeds fasten as you grow more and more impatient with him inside of you, feeling the heat bubble in your stomach. His hands hold your ass, letting the soft flesh mould to his hands. Your eyes shut tight as the feeling of him indulges you, and you know that this man won’t last long by the way he’s already twitching inside of you. You speed up, wanting to get to the finish line.

Ethan leans in close to you, his breathing stuttering and heavy as he moans your name, “y/n, keep going, you’re treating me so good baby. Shit, so good.” He trails his hot mouth down your neck and to your breasts, letting his teeth nip at the sensitive skin. The feeling of his mouth on your nipple makes you press onto him harder, both of your thrusts becoming rough as you see stars. The color white washes over your eyes and your body shakes at your release, feeling his hot cum drip from inside of you onto your legs.

“Holy shit.” He groans as you press your forehead to his, your chest rising against his as you steady your breathing. You kiss his nose innocently before raising yourself up, legs shaking as you prepare yourself. He looks to you with half-lidded eyes and you kiss his cheek.

“Thank you.” He says politely, watching as you put your clothes back on and give him his own. “That was so good.”

“I’m glad.” You sit on the couch again, next to him and look into his brown eyes. He smiles like his dorky self and leans into you, wrapping his arms around your shoulders and pushing you onto the couch, forcing you two to finally sleep in the comfort of each other.

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Haunted

gf!anakin x reader

Summary: You're best friends with Anakin but you have a boyfriend. Anakin takes it into his own hands to deal with this problem.

Word Count: 3.8k

tw: murder

Anakin sat atop the dark metal picnic bench as he listened to you ramble on about your psychology major. You have always loved psychology and studying the human brain. He allowed you to ramble, twirling a fallen strand of your ponytail between his index finger. 

“Anakin, are you even listening to me?” You ask.

He only hums in response, as he continues to play with your hair. You had been friends with Anakin since your junior year of high school and ever since then, you two have been nearly inseparable. You had always seen him around, as he fell into the popular crowd but it wasn’t until he saved you from the wrath of your ex that you two became quick friends. 

You continue to tell him about the aspects you find fascinating about psychology and how it has helped you learn to read people. 

“So I take it you enjoy your classes?” He says.

You nod, “Of course I do, but the work can be overwhelming at times you know?”

“Mmm,” He agrees before changing the subject. “You still need a ride to Padmé’s tonight?”

You smile sheepishly, “Yeah, if it’s not too much trouble.”

“It’s no trouble at all, but I just don’t think your boyfriend would approve,” He practically spits the word out as he responds.

You turn around to swat his arm. Anakin has never liked your boyfriend, Jess. Now that you think of it, he has never liked any of your previous boyfriends either. You dismissed the thought of his protective nature ever since he saw your high school ex Nathan hit you. When that happened Anakin had practically beat him to death, successfully scaring your ex from ever coming near you again.

“Don’t worry Ani, Jess won’t mind,”

“What won’t I mind?” Jess asks, approaching you.

“Shesh man, you appeared outta nowhere, practically jumped out of the bushes or something,” Anakin scolds, allowing his annoyance to filter through.

Jess chuckles, “Yeah sorry about that bro, just saw my girl here,” he scrunches his face with a smile, “--and I just had to come see her,” 

Jess leans in to plant a kiss on your lips, coming to sit beside you on the bench. He reaches for your thigh, stroking it up and down with his thumb as his hand trails further north. 

“Jess,” You laugh, “Not here,” You say, pushing his hand with a firm expression.

Anakin scoffs, “Keep it in your pants, Kennedy,” 

His jaw is fixed. Anakin’s grip on your hair tightens as his fists subconsciously clench. 

“Oww Ani, you’re pulling on my hair.” You groan.

Anakin cringed, unravelling his fingers from your wavy locks, “Sorry angel,”

Jess reaches for your head, smoothing your hair down, “Since when were you his angel?” He asks, a certain possessiveness in his voice. 

Anakin turned his eyes to your boyfriend, “Since high school, prick.”

You notice how quickly their conversation is heating up and attempt to de-escalate the situation. 

“Anakin.” You shoot him a stern glare. “Behave,”

He just lets out a dark chuckle, rolling his eyes, “Yes ma'am,” He mocks.

Jess tries to start up a new conversation for your benefit most likely.

“Hey uh, have you heard about the whole psycho killer on the loose?” 

You squeal, “Yes! Of course, I have. Isn’t it crazy? A real-life ghostface killer in our city?”

Jess quirks a brow at your excitement. He opens his mouth to talk before Anakin cuts him off. 

“She’s big into slasher movies. Thinks that all the killers are complex psychologically so she finds them fascinating,” 

“But this guy is real,” Jess states.

You nod, “Yes he is, I just wanna know what makes him do what he does, and in such an extreme way. Isn’t it interesting?” You know that to almost anyone you’d sound freaky, finding serial killers fascinating, but what can you say? You just want to study how utterly complex they are.

Anakin snorts, “Well there’s that, and you also think ghostface is hot.”

You look down in embarrassment, turning a shade of pink as Anakin exposes your secret attraction to the slasher. Jess seems shocked at this revelation, “You find this murder attractive?” He asks, a puzzling expression painted on his face. 

“No, no,” You say, waving your hands for emphasis, “Not the real ghostface, just–uh the ones in the Scream movies.”

Anakin and you had binge-watched the Scream movies last year in your final year of high school, and you would rant to him how hot you thought ghostface was. There was just something about the long robes, mask, and blood-stained knife that had you clenching your thighs. 

“Well then, I know what to wear for the Halloween party at Padmé’s tonight,” Jess said

You giggled as you threaded your fingers through your boyfriend's messy hair. “Uhg–please do Jess, you’d look so hot,”

“Well in that case,” He flashed you a knowing smile, “Anything for my girl,”

Anakin shifted above you, running his hand through his dark blonde hair, something he always did when he was irritated. 

“Would you guys get a room already? This is disgusting.” 

“Aw Anakin, is someone jealous they don’t have a girl?” Jess mocked, slipping his arms around your waist, passive-aggressively emphasizing that you were his girlfriend.

Anakin hated the way Jess touched you, in fact, he hated everything about Jess, but mostly the fact that he was your boyfriend. After all, you were his first, and he was determined to show this to Jess, no matter the consequences. 

“Whatever man,” Anakin played off as he reached for your backpack, “We have to leave anyway to pick up y/n’s costume.”

Jess glared at Anakin, as he studied his face. “Yeah sure bro,” He replied to your best friend before turning to you, “I’ll see you at the party after my shift, wear something nice  for me babe, okay?” 

You giggled, “Always do Jessy.”

Anakin groaned, walking to his car, “Angel you coming?”

You turned from Jess after saying your goodbyes, “Right behind ya!”

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You sat in the passenger seat of Anakin’s car, as he drove you to Padmé’s house. The land outside seemed to blend together at the speed that Anakin was driving. He had one hand on the wheel and the other resting on the head of your seat, brushing against your bare shoulders. You were dressed as Black Widow from the MCU and Anakin had black ripped jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket. You’d brought your make-up with you so you applied what was necessary to complete your look. Anakin made you promise to use your make-up to create a skull face. He was dressed as Tate Langdon from AHS. 

When he parked on the side of the road outside of Padmé’s house you got to work transforming his face. You used your favourite fluffy brush to apply the white powder on Anakin’s face as he laughed, “That tickles. Stop it,” He said between giggles. When you finally finished the two of you exited his car and made your way into the house. 

Once you and Anakin had settled at the party, he took off to get a drink. You went to find your friends. Padmé spotted you first as she beelined towards you. She wrapped her arms around you in a tight hug.

“Girl, you look gorgeous!” 

“Thanks,” You replied, as she led you to your other friends, Satine, and Sabé. 

They were dressed in various costumes, Sabé’s with more effort than Satine's, but they both looked wonderful to you. 

“Wow, you all look amazing!” You said, smiling kindly.

A chorus of “thank you’s” was spilled before you were raptured into their gossip.

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Anakin was walking back to find you, drink in hand when something, or rather someone bumped into him.

“Watch where you're going man,” Anakin growled as he managed to study the liquid in his red solo cup.

The person who bumped into him looked up to meet his angry gaze. “My bad bro,”

“Jess,” Anakin spat. 

“The one and only,” The other boy replied, dressed in a black t-shirt and baggy black jeans. A cheap plastic ghostface mask adored his face. 

Anakin practically rolled his eyes at his crappy get-up. 

“When y/n said she thought ghostface was hot, she definitely didn’t mean this cheap trash version.” 

“Chill dude, why have you been so on edge lately? Get a drink, get laid, cool off.” Jess said stumbling, obviously already drunk. “That’s what I’m planning to do anyway.”

Anakin bawled his fists. He hated how Jess would talk about y/n behind her back. In all honesty, he didn’t know what his angel saw in him. 

In response to Jess, he only nods before making his way through the mass of bodies filling the house.

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It was nearly two in the morning and by now the party had died down leaving only Padmé, Satine, Sabé, Jess, Anakin and you. Satine was watching a movie while Jess started kissing you. He moved his hands up and down your body as you sighed into his kisses. Turns out you did like his ghostface costume. Anakin watched you and Jess with disdain as he leaned against the wall, a beer in hand. Unknown yet to him he had crushed the cup with anger. When Jess led you upstairs he saw red and it took everything in him not to beat your boyfriend to a pulp. Anakin dragged his hand down the length of his face, turning to grab his belongings. 

“Hey, I think I’m gonna head out now Padmé, see ya girls,” Anakin waved goodbye to the other two girls on the sofa.

“Have a safe drive, Ani!” Padmé called after him. 

Anakin visibly twitched. He hated being called “Ani” by everyone, well that is everyone except for you. 

He managed to mumble a quieted, “thanks,”

Anakin walked out to his car, opening the glove box for the make-up wipes you kept stashed, cleaning the painted skull off his face. He started the car and circled around to the next block. 

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“Sabé! We’re out of drinks, I’m gonna grab some more!” Padmé called out to her friend from the kitchen. 

“Okay, thanks, Paddy!” Sabé yelled back before turning her focus back to the rom-com on TV.

Padmé made her way down the stairs, each step creaking with her force. She strode to the cold room, various slacks of expensive meat hanging from the hooks on the ceiling. Padmé maneuvered through the room reaching the end and grabbing a set of six beers. She turned back, beers in hand, weaving through the slacks of hanging meat when she was pulled to the side by a pair of anonymous arms. When the infamous mask came into view she yelped. 

Padmé was shaking. She felt her mouth go dry and her senses numb. “Jess this is not funny, you really scared me.” She attempted to brush it off, laughing, to stay as calm and collected as she could. 

The raspy voice of a modulator spoke. “You think this is funny Padmé?” It asked and suddenly a knife was plunged into her stomach. Instantly pain flooded her body, she screamed, as loud as she could, but her screams were quickly muffed by the figure's gloved hand. 

Tears fell down her face, “What did I ever do to you,” She asked her muffled cries coming through. 

A dark chuckle arose from ghostface, “Nothing.” 

Padmé kicked and pulled away as best she could, blood pouring from the stab wound in her stomach. She knew no one was coming for her and she needed to do all she could to survive.

Padmé delivered a hard blow to the Slasher's stomach and their grip loosened. She bolted from the masked figure, clutching her wound as tears poured from her eyes. 

She was only free of him for seconds before his strong hand gripped her shoulder, pulling her back, only for another excruciating thrust of the knife to rip through her flesh. The pain was too much. She could barely breathe. More crimson blood spurted from her back. And with each passing second her body weakened. 

Ghostface pulled on her shoulder to face him, “All out of fight are we now, Padmé?” The deep voice echoed.

Padmé whimpered against his hold, before thrashing in his grip once again. Ghostface humoured her by releasing her watching as she desperately tried to crawl away. He allowed her to get all but ten feet away from him before pouncing on her like a lion to its prey, delivering a swift jab through her collarbone. Padmé let out a blood-curdling scream as ghostface picked her up and squared the previous wound of her shoulder blade with a lone meat hook, releasing her to dangle from the ceiling like a piece of butchered meat. The jagged hook impaled her smooth skin, allowing perfuse amounts of blood to gush from her near-lifeless body. Finally, Padmé’s frame saged, drained of all life. Dark red blood pooled on the floor as ghostface sought out his next victim. 

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Sabé and Satine’s giggles were heard through the house as the two laughed at the movie before them. It had been nearly twenty minutes since their friend Padmé went to retrieve more beer, but now they were beginning to worry. 

Satine was the first to speak up, “Sabé do you think Padmé’s alright? It’s been quite a while since she went downstairs.”

Sabé waved her off, “I’m sure she fine, probably just got carried away and started drinking.”

Satine leaned back into the couch, but something about the situation did not feel right.

As the girl neared the end of the movie they were sprawled out on the couch, Sabé nearest to the living room entrance. 

No one heard him. The figure crept into the room without a sound. The only noise that radiated was that of the TV, and the deadly scream of Sabé in suit. 

Satine whipped her head around to the horrific sight of ghostface repeatedly stabbing her best friend. “Sabé!” Satine cried out in fear. 

Blood soaked her clothes, staining the couch. Sabé attempted to move but was too weak to do so. The last words she managed to mutter before her body failed her were “Run,”

Satine screamed in anguish as she ran from her dying friend. She had reached the front door, turning the knob when the killer’s knife was thrown, lodging itself in the back of her neck. Satine collapsed to the flood, choking on the spurting mess of her own blood. 

Ghostface yanked his knife from her blood-covered throat, as he ascended the stairs to the upper floor.

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Jess hovered above you, angling his face to kiss you hard. His hands found your hips as he dug into the flesh of your thighs. 

“I love that you’re mine,” He groaned against your mouth. 

You shivered under his hold, before pulling away from him, “Jess, can we talk first,” 

He continued littering your body with kisses, “mmhm,” was the only response he gave. 

You pushed him off you slightly, sitting upright on the bed as he begrudgingly did the same. “I don’t like how you talk with Anakin. He’s the most important person in my life and his approval means the world to me. So could you try to just–I don’t know, just at least try to get along with him.”

Jess sighed, “Damnit y/n!” He screamed, startling you, “I don’t wanna hear about Anakin. I hate how close he is to you, so no, I will not change anything. He is trying to take you from me, you're just too blind to see it.” 

You shut your mouth, teeth grinding against each other in frustration, “Jess, come on, please-”

He cut you off, “No! I don’t care how much you deny it, you have to at least be aware of the way he treats you. That guy literally hates everyone on this planet but you. He is always with you, he’s practically the one dating you. He drives you places, buys you things, calls you pet names and everything!”

“Stop it Jess! Anakin is not trying to take me from you, he’s just protective because of what happened with my last boyfriend. He’s looking out for me. And he is my best friend. So if you don’t get yourself together for me, because Anakin is important to me, then you can leave!” 

Jess stayed quiet, as you awaited anxiously for his answer. Your nails subconsciously picked at the flesh of your knuckles. Eventually, Jess spoke up, “Fine y/n. I’ll do better with Anakin,” he said forcefully.

You smiled in relief because as much as you liked Jess, Anakin would always be your top priority. Jesse offered you a kind smile back before leaning in to place another kiss on your lips. As each kiss progressed, he seemed to become hungrier and hungrier.

Your boyfriend lifted his shirt from his body, pressing you close to his chest. His kisses became more urgent and desperate as his hands travelled lower and lower from your stomach.

One second your boyfriend was kissing you and the next he was thrown to the ground. The ominous ghostface stood before you, and no–this was not the fictional slasher in the movies, this killer was real, he was real and he had a eight-inch metal knife gripped tightly in his gloved hand. And contrary to most you didn’t scream. You were too shocked to be seen face to face with the real ghostface, the California killer stood towering before you and he had just flung your boyfriend to the floor.

Contrary to your reaction, Jess did indeed scream. He scrabbled to his feet, pressing himself impossibly close to the wall of Padmé’s bedroom. 

Ghostface stalked forward to Jesse, knife raised and body fixed. Instead of delivering a fatal blow to the neck, he plunged the knife into Jess’ right hand. Your boyfriend cried out in pain. You stood still as blood spilled from his hand. Ghostface then repeated his action to your boyfriend's other hand. You cringed at the impact of the sharp weapon and Jess’ flesh. Your boyfriend let out another scream of pain.

“Stop, stop, please, stop,” Jess begged, ghostface’s knife, still impaled in his left hand.

The dark raspy voice of the modulator came through. “Pathetic little thing,” It scoffed, yanking the knife from your boyfriend’s broken and bloody hand. 

“Stop.” You spoke, and you almost wish you hadn’t. Ghost face turned to you ever so slowly. He moved with an eerie terror, facing you as your boyfriend gasped in pain. 

“Why should I sweetheart?” The modulated voice asked.

The pet name sent shivers through your body. “Answer me,” He spoke again.

“Because I don’t know your motive.” You stated.

“What if I don’t have one,”

His answer sent terror shooting through you. But then your thoughts drifted to your friends downstairs. “Padmé?” You questioned, a shake in your voice came through, but you did your best to push it down. 

“Dead,” He responded.

“Sabé, Satine?” You asked hopefully.

“Dead.”

He stared you down, waiting for you to ask another question. “What about Jess and I?”

“One of you will die, and the other may live, it depends on how generous I’m feeling.”

You sat there for three erie seconds before nodding. Before a name pounded at your mind.

Ghost face turned from you a brief second to stab his knife into Jess’ heel, pulling the blade down, he severed it from his leg. Jess cried in pain. Ghostface did the same to the opposite heel before swiftly plunging the jagged knife into Jess’ face. You made a move to stand, but ghostface threatened you, “If I see you move another muscle from that bed, I’ll slit lover boy’s throat.”

You remained completely still. The only movement was the rise and fall of your chest. 

Tears welled in your eyes as you made the choice to speak, “What about Anakin?” 

Ghostface froze at the name before straightening himself, “I gutted him like a fish,” 

A broken sob escapes your lips. “No,” you say softly, “No, no no,” Each word ripping the anger from your soul. You screamed, a scream so full of raw heartbreak it burned through your throat.

It was then that you forgot about everyone. You jumped up, neglecting ghostface’s threat and launched yourself at the man who took away your entire world. 

Ghostface stumbled back, clearly not expecting you to attack him with such savage-like force. You didn’t care. You didn’t care if you got hurt, or if he killed you, or even if he killed Jess. Your thoughts ran red. All you close see was Anakin's mauled lifeless body. 

You grabbed the stainless steel water bottle from Padmé’s nightstand and dashed it across ghostface’s mask. His head was knocked back from the impact.

“I will kill you for this!” You screamed in rage. Hitting him over and over. Ghostface held his hands up to shield his face from your vicious attacks. “He was all I had!” You yell, pulling his hands away. “Anakin was my everything!” You scream again, sheer anger coursing through your body. You were now straddling ghostface, your body pressing him into the floor. Ghostface finally wrestles the water bottle away from you, pushing you down, switching places with the previous position you had him in. He pins your wrists above your head as you thrash with maddening anger in his grasp. You’re body finally gives in as you sob in utter heartbreak. Thick tears pour from your face, “What are you waiting for,” You choke, “--just kill me, there’s no point in living without him,” You sob again, sending tremors through your body. 

You’re shaking uncontrollably as ghostface angles his knife to press against your tear-stained cheek, “Now, why would I do that my angel,” he replies.

You’re entire body freezes as you process his words. You slowly lift your trembling hands to the bottom of ghostface’s mask, and when he doesn’t stop you, you tug at the mask, allowing it to fall from the person’s face. Anakin’s face. Your Anakin. He’s okay, he’s here with you right now and that’s all you can think about before you throw your arms around his neck and pull him down to you, capturing his lips in a tender kiss. He reciprocates your actions, kissing you with fervour. 

“I love you,” Anakin whispers.

“You are my everything.” You reply, heart full of emotion, before pressing your lips back to his.

Though he has done unimaginable horrors you still kiss him, because you know that no matter what Anakin is your life, and you are his. Nothing mattered besides him and only him. As Jess bled to death Anakin took his girl, but now in his final moments, he wonders if you really ever his to begin with. Because if you were deranged enough to kiss the man who killed your closest friends, you must have been madly in love with him for the better part of your entire life.

[g4yforethan]

and they were roommates

pairing: chad meeks-martin x male!reader

summary: reader moves in with chad and after a party, they both confess their feelings for each other! 

note: no smut in this one because i’m too scared to write that but it might be coming sooner than u think ;)

it was the beginning of the school year and you had decided to transfer over to Blackmore University. you heard horror stories about the dorm rooms and felt that maybe searching for an apartment would be a safer and better idea. you finally found a listing online and that a student attending Blackmore was looking for a roommate as well. you submitted an application and after a day or two, you were accepted. you were excited but also nervous to meet your new roommate. you got to your apartment and knocked on the door with boxes in your hands. “hi there! you must be my new roommate. i’m guessing because of all of those boxes you’re carrying. need a little help?” he held the door open and grabbed a few of the boxes and walked you into your room. “thanks for the help! don’t got a lot of upper-body strength on me unlike you. i mean because it looks like you workout a lot.” he laughed at your awkwardness and secretly found it cute. “i mean i try to hit the gym as much as i can. hasn’t been the same since high school though.” 

you laughed even though you couldn’t relate because instead of doing sports, you spent after school online and in bed.”so lemme guess, you go to Blackmore?” “how could you tell?” you point to his hoodie which says Blackmore University. “i mean it’s pretty comfy you know” you laugh and found his humor enjoyable and pretty cute. you talked for a lil while and he left to go attend class while you stayed setting up your room. after getting your mattress into your room and a long day of setting up your posters all over your day, you decided to take a break for the rest of the night. chad came back from class and asked if you were down for a pizza and movie night to make you feel more comfortable adjusting to the new apartment. you said yes and later that night you two sat down with your pizza to watch the new evil dead movie. every time there was a jumpscare, you screamed which made chad laugh and secretly he found this adorable. by the end of the movie, you had fallen asleep so chad put a blanket over you and let you sleep on the couch. when he tried to go to his room quietly, chad hit his foot on the side of the table and tried not to scream. you woke up to the bang but still kept your eyes closed. he whispered “hope i didn’t wake you up pretty boy” you blushed and continued to go back to sleep. 

a month or two had passed and everything was good. halloween was right around the corner and you and chad had talked about going. “come on, you need to go this party. it’s time y/n finally makes his move on a girl and show her what’s up.” you rolled your eyes and laughed because you figured it was pretty obvious you weren’t interested in girls at all and thought chad had received the message one night when he caught you belting to ariana grande. nonetheless, you agreed to go to the party but didn’t know what exactly to wear. once the night of the party came, you made a quick stop to party city to grab a super mario hat and a small mustache. you came back to put on a red shirt and called it a night. “super mario huh? can i be your princess peach? “cute chad. what are you supposed to be?” “i’m kind of going with sexy cowboy for tonight. have to show the ladies what lifting 150 pounds looks like.” it was around 9 pm when you two of you left your apartment and made your way into the party. there, you spotted tara, anika, and mindy. you figured tara was dressed as a pirate, anika as a pumpkin?, and mindy looked like she didn’t even dress up. 

the four of you talked about college and plans afterwards. soon, the talk was about you and chad. “so y/n, plan on making a move on my brother?” you almost spit out your drink. “what are you talking about?” “oh come on, i mean it’s kinda obvious that you’ve been crushing on him. all the times you’ve zoned off staring at him, always laughing at his jokes, always complimenting him.” you started to realize that you were extremely obvious when it came to be around your crush and confessed that you found chad cute but didn’t know if he had a thing for...guys. “i mean i think chad is open to anyone but i don’t think he just feels like telling anyone” mindy explained. you spotted him dancing with ethan landry who you have met a few amounts of time but found him a little awkward. you built the courage to go talk to him after taking two shot of tequila. “hey guys how’s it going?” “y/n, it is going great. just here with my buddy ethan landry about to catch a meal!” you could tell chad was totally drunk out of his mind and asked him if he wanted to go back to the apartment and rest. “nah i’m fine. you ain’t gotta worry about me. im A-okay.” he began to stumble his way back into the kitchen for more shots and that when you realized things weren’t gonna end well. you grabbed him and told him it would be best to go home. he agreed and the both of you left for home. 

the walk from the party was only a 5 minute distance. while on the way home, you had to keep a hold of chad and make sure he didn’t fall straight on the floor. soon enough, you two had finally arrived at your apartment. you walked to chad to his bedroom and laid him on the bed. “do you want anything? water? ginger-ale? “a water would be fine for now. my head feels like shit” “i’ll get you a tylenol too.” soon after, you came back into the room with the water and tylenol. while chad was resting, he had taken off his cowboy hat and you decided to put it on. “you know you look pretty cute with my hat on.” “aww thank you. you look pretty cute just being you.” you cringed at yourself for the middle school compliment you just gave him. “haha, thank you for that wonderful compliment” while the two of you talked, chad mentioned that he had wished he was with you during the party. “oh come on, you don’t mean that.” “i do tho y/n. i mean, you’re the only one that really knows me besides mindy of course. ever since you’ve moved in with me, i’ve just fallen in love with you. your smile, your personality, everything about you just makes me feel so happy.” you took note that chad was still pretty drunk but you started to tear up at what he was saying. “i-i don’t know what to say. i mean, i’ve kinda felt the same for you for a pretty long time now but i didn’t know if you were into guys or not and i just didn’t wanna push any boundary or make things awk-” he pulls your face towards and leans you in for a kiss. the two of you continue to kiss for a good 5 minutes before pulling out to breathe. “how was that?” chad asked you but you were still panting for air which chad found hot and kinda turned him on. “that was really good. it would be even better if you did it some more.” he answered your request and grabbed you onto his lap. you began to grind on him and he started to feel on your waist while you started to kiss on his neck and muscles. you took your shirt off and he started to kiss on your chest which made you moan in pleasure. as the night continued, the two of you had finished your make-out session. “so, does that mean we’re together?” you asked chad while you laid on top of his chest. “we’ll have to see. kinda want to test the waters first.” you laughed and kissed him and began to fall asleep. “yeah, you’re mine pretty boy.” he admired you and played with your hair as he too started to fall asleep.

[lovepiscis13-33]

I’ve loved you since we were kids

Jack champion X reader

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 , 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟♡︎

You remember the first time you meet jack has one of the best day of you’re life , you were both auditioning for the new avatar movie in where surprising for you and him both of you get the role that you’re Where for ,And since there you two became the best of friends not knowing that Years later that will be more than an Innocent friendship , after 4 years of filming the New avatar movie it was finally released on the cinema and The premiere was very closer

You were at you’re hotel room waiting for you’re food when a suddenly knocked on the door distracted you

Standing up for the bed you walked too the door and Open it expecting your food but instead was at you’re door a tall ,Cute ,brown eyes boy waiting with a Backpack on his shoulder

“What the hell are you doing in here jack?”- you said to him while you were Giving him a cute smile

“Thinking that you probably miss me Honey” he said to you giving you a Flirty look while pulling a dramatic tone on his voice

“Yeah yeah you wished boy”said to him yawning and laughing a little bit of his Poor try of flirting

“So you gonna let me cum in or?”he said While he was Giving up for the tryDo I have an option?-“ not really “he said after get in your hotel room“So you wanna watch a movie ? He said to you While he was Getting comfy in your bed “Yeah let’s put avatar “

After the food arrive you two start watching the move well at least you , jack was to focus on you’re Pretty face how he usually calls it sometimes only for see the blush on your cheeks or the eye roll that you give to him , he was now sure that the inusual feeling that he have was something called being in love, he doesn’t know when he start to see you’re pictures every time he could , or just grab your wrist when he hug you but all that he knows is that he was going to make something for you to Get that he have a very strong crush on you .“ 𝗐𝗁𝗒 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗂𝗋𝖽𝗈”you said to him giving a confused face , He just laughed at you which piss you more ,you were quite Confused about yourself Not only because of The feelings that suddenly You were experimenting, it was not new The way you always Looking for His arms on a walk , or the way you two always sneak out in the set just to Be the two of you , And then All match in your head , 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐦 .

Is just a silly crush you think , besides you been knowing jack since you both have twelve ,Is obvious that he only see you has a friend or worst , Like his little sister but oh How wrong you were on all this thoughts,

You were so Concentrate in you Thoughts that you didn’t feel The Suddenly Change of potions that you both are , with jack Arm rolling you and you’re Legs on his lap Making you two be so close of each other that you can barely smell is cologne , it was just so confortable the way you feel around him , that you finally Look back at him finally finding you with his gaze , His eyes were you’re favorite thing All of him it was perfect but those brown eye have something that make you feel like you will Look at them For the rest of your life without complain .

So who’s the one that his giving looking weirdos now huh?- he exclaimed while he was still looking directly to you with a smirk on his face, “oh shut up mister flirty looks- You reproached him While you were rolling you’re eyes at him Trying to Hide the suddenly blush that it was start to grow and you’re cheeks, “you look cute when you blush -he said to you almost for himself like a barely whisper but you can still hear it , you turned you’re self at him one more time to see him and you could avoid To look at his lips they look so soft that you want it to prove it, You start to get close to him almost feeling his breath You we’re inches to him When a knock on the door Interrupted the moment .

“ Hum Huh that must be the food -you said while you abruptly Stand up from the Bed almost Falling For the Whole thought that you were almost kiss you’re best childhood friend’s

“Yeah it’s okay ,Hum finally ,I was starting to feel starved haha- he said Trying to Sound the most normal that he could,

when you get up of the best he can’t avoid to admired you , you’re body , you’re hair , the way yo walk and even the way that you almost Faint in your way to the door he was mesmerized by the thought that he almost kiss you , well actually you almost kiss him , but that doesn’t Matter Because he was going to finally Get some courage to ask you out , and what better way to do it that asking you to be his date for the premiere that it was going to be the next morning

God this smell so good -exclaimed While you were Getting all the food out of the bag

“So y/n .. you know that you’re my best friend and all that right?well I was wondering if you want to come with me hum, for the Premiere tomorrow . and yeah ,yeah i know that maybe you’ve already have like a date or something in its totally fine if you can’t - “Jack”you interrupted him but he didn’t stop “I mean I wouldn’t be surprised if you go with someone else I,I mean look at you you’re so pretty and - Jack Plea-You get interrupted again for him “So if you can’t is totally fine ,Yeah, I mean yeah ,You Can go with wherever you wants and-“An abruptly kiss left jack’s word lost in the air , in a try to make him shut the hell out y/n decide for once in his life listen to his heart without worried about the future consequences that this action could bring to them.

Jack lips were soft ,that all that y/n was having on his mind ,And At the begging the Kiss was being a little awkward and Messy but She made sure to Let him know in that instant all the feeling that she was having since The were young ,it was an I innocent kiss With few Smiles in between ,She was holding his neck with his hand around while he was with his hand on her cheeks wishing that this feeling last forever but sadly They will have to break it for some air.

I will take that has yes ?- Jack said to her Smiling With his Foreheads Still Touching , she smile at him while they were getting some air

Yes, my handsome date-y/n exclaimed in a dramatic tone for him

“If I had know that you would interrupted me like this I would never Stop talking- He said to her while they get comfortable in the Bed again

“Its a shame ,because I love you heard you talking -she answered him

“Younger jack will be probably dead if told him that I kiss you-jack’s whisper to you -actually Flirty boy , I kiss you”you reply to him ,Giving him a cheeky smile

“I mean yeah But it’s still count you know ? So let me enjoyed my brave moment -he said before ,he kiss you again but more passionate this time , making you melt into his lips .

“I have love you since we were kid y/n - jack’s said breaking the kiss

The suddenly confession leave you a little bit in shock That you didn’t even blink .

“You ..you love me?-you said almost for yourself

“I’ve been loved you In every scene together , every dinner , every walk and every hug y/n.-

“Fuck, I’ve been loved you since I met you in that audition 4 years ago but, but i didn’t realize until I saw you Just being yourself and Giving Me the prettiest smile that I,ve ever seen-He said while Taking your hand

“Oh jack - you silly Boy ,Why did you take so long for telling me huh? I just been every single second Stupid for you , and you’re smile and you’re Bad jokes - you said laughing at him

“Hey! My jokes are the best -he respond pretending being Offended

“Yeah whatever you said flirty boy-y/n said before kissing him again but This time Taking his time to Memorize his lips , and Just melt in his arm.

Preparing yourself for the reaction that there will be in the premiere for The two of you Together has a date .

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Soooo heyy !! This is the First Jack champion fic so feel you free to make any suggestions or requests for more!! I Recommend put the song 18 of one direction’s For a better experience 🫶and that all for today!! Xoxo

[aesthetixhoe]

spooky flirting — E.L.

warnings: underage drinking? (you and ethan are 19), cursing, scaryyyyy movies ;)

word count: ---

pronouns used: she/her, reader wears a dress

request: “Hey! I saw ur ethan landry headcannon ab e’s fav holiday being halloween and was wondering if u could do a fic where the reader and him bond over their love of halloween or something similar! xx ” ily sm for this idea nonnie! <33

might make a part 2, let me know if you guys want it!

Parties sucked. You always interrogated yourself on why you even went to them, you always ended up slightly drunk, with some random dudes number in your phone because you were too nice to decline, and a slight hangover. You could say it was because you were trying to have fun, meet new people, maybe hookup with someone. But if you were honest, you didn't know.

You sat on a couch, red solo cup in hand, slowly sipping whatever was in it, until a very blocky costume came into view. Your interest peaked, you looked over at him. It was a boy from your econ class Ethan... Laundry? Loundry? Something like that. He was wearing a knight costume, made fully out of cardboard. It made you smile.

Normally at frat parties it's just guys half naked. Like the one who walked in with Ethan, who was wearing a hat, ascot, and shorts.

“So Ethan, who're you gonna hit on tonight?” Chad hits Ethan's chest while he asks.

“W-what? No one!” He stutters out, turning red. How could Chad talk so freely about hitting on someone?

“C'mon man, you're a snack!” Chad yells over the music. “What about her? ” He nods over to you. Your costume, your hair, your face, everything about you made his eyes widen and his mouth drop into a small, open mouth smile.

“Woah...” His admiration of you made his cheeks flush further.

“I'll take that as a yes bro!” Chad smiles. His face falls when he sees the look of panic on Ethan's face.

That is until he realizes the cause of panic is simply because you're walking over. “Look! She wants you too dude. I'll leave you two alone!” he drags out the last word while walking away. Ethan is left alone and panicked, seeing how you haven't changed your course of direction.

“Hey, I like your costume! Did you make it?” You shout over the music. His eyes avoid yours, almost as if he's trying to convince himself that you're not there.

“Thanks!” He yells back. He looks so scared.

“Did you make it yourself?” You ask, moving behind a wall so you can hear his response.

“Yeah! I made it like 3 hours ago.” He laughs, his eyes crinkling as his smile gets wide. He looks so beautiful.

“Really? That's awesome!” You exclaim. You nod towards the door, hinting that you wanted to go outside.

He followed your lead, moving outside and sitting on the porch of the house. You could finally hear each other without having to shout. “But yeah, I made it. I really like Halloween so I knew I wanted to do something handmade, but my room mate, Chad, didn't give me much of a heads up... That's why this isn't the best looking.” He explains, looking at his lap and playing with his fingers.

“Hey, I still think it looks awesome! Like your helmet? That has amazing attention to detail dude. Who knew a guy could be good at economics and art.” You snicker under your breath. He looks over at you bewildered for knowing you two shared a class. Sure, you didn't know his last name, but you knew he was Ethan, he was cute, and he was good at econ.

“You know we have econ together?” He asks quietly, almost as if he was asking it to himself instead of you.

“Yeah, I know you're Ethan... Something... I know it is like Laundry but not quite!” You say, embarrassed you don't know his last name.

“Landry...” He blushes.

“Well hello, Ethan Landry. I'm [Y/n] [Y/L/N].” You stick out your hand to him, which he hesitantly grabs. His hands are warm. “So you like Halloween you said?” You ask, trying to make small talk.

“Yeah! I uh... Actually went through a small cosplay phase where I made my pieces myself...” He trailed off, letting go of your hand as he gets embarrassed. “Yeah, Halloween is my favorite.” He says simply, and sadly.

“Mine too!” You nudge him with your shoulder. “There's no reason to be embarrassed around me, by the way. I think it's cool you used to cosplay, I kinda always wanted to.” you smile sweetly at him.

“I don't like to think about it...” He shyly laughs.

“I really like your laugh...” You think aloud, catching both you and Ethan off guard. You clear your throat, trying to move on quickly, “So, what's your favorite Halloween candy?”

“I like chocolate, so basically everything is good for me.” He jokes for the second time tonight. He was starting to get more comfortable with you, and you were really happy about it.

There's a beat of silence where you're both just looking at each other smiling. He had such pretty eyes. And lips... And face.

He leans into your ear and whispers in your ear “So [Y/n], what's your favorite scary movie..?” Yup, he was definitely getting comfortable. His breath was hot against your ear and cheek, giving you goosebumps.

This was a huge step out of Ethan's comfort zone. He never flirted with anyone. Let alone a very attractive girl like you.

“I uh... I don't know, would you wanna watch a scary movie with me sometime?”

“W-What?” He looks at you, falling back into his flustered self.

“Yeah! You could come to my place, I have Netflix, Hulu, all of ‘em. No pressure though, if you don't want to that's ok!” You preface looking up at him, awaiting a response.

“Uh... Yeah. Ok.” He smiles small, playing with his fingers again.

“How about tomorrow?” You ask him while pulling out your phone.

“Yeah, that's good for me.”

“Ok, type in your number and I'll text you my address.” You explain while giving him your phone. He smiles to himself, cheeks turning a light pink when he notices that for the contact name you've typed in “Ethan :)” He was smiley face worthy.

After you've taken your phone back, you stand, ready to say goodbye and leave. He was a touch sad, realizing what was about to happen. He really liked talking to you. He didn't want it to be over.

“I'll text you when I get home! See ya tomorrow Ethan.” You call out, walking backwards away from the house.

“Bye!” He smiles. God you were beautiful.

He just stood there, looking at the spot you were sitting in a few moments ago.

“Yes dude! I knew you had it in you!” He hears a familiar voice shout out from behind him. Ethan's head drops fully, groaning.

“Chad, shut up!”

[menmuncher]

anything you say... sub!ethan landry x reader

reader is afab! i will make a amab one soon :D

a/n: the last time i made fics was in middle school..... im a senior...

warnings: smut, dubcon?, profanity, degrading, knife kink, mommy kink

"I always wanted to stick something inside of you, y/n!" He yelled from beneath me, his knife going close enough to cut me a couple times as I hung from the balcony. Sam had took down Quinn, dying in the process to her bleeding out wounds. Next was Tara against Bailey, shot each other at the same time ending in her fate along with his. It was only me and Ethan.

"Fuck you!" I tried to swing my leg up and catch myself onto the railing, throwing me off my balance in the process. It was no use. I could only kick down at him.

"Fuck you!" he yelled. I skimmed his head a couple times before I felt sharp pain in my ankle. I yelped, dropping down from the balcony and landing right on top of Ethan who was now on his back. He struggled and attempted to throw punches at me. But I kept strong, it was satisfying to see the way I overpowered Ethan. I was waiting for him to lift his arm and take a deep stab into my chest angrily. A stab for the death of his father, his sister, his brother. Why was he waiting?

He turned enough that I was switched onto my side, falling off him slightly. My leg hit the ground and the physical pain deeper than before as blood gushed out of my leg. Wait.....

I sat up quickly launching at my ankle, Ethan stopping me abruptly as he grabbed my hair in the process and tugged it. "And where are you going, you sweet dumb thing?" He pushed, as a soft groan escaped his throat.

I grunted as I pulled the knife from my ankle and flipped myself onto him. The knife right in front of his eye, now he was scared of me. I took his hands out from under me, pinning his wrists above his head. He trembled nervously under my grip.

"Now you die a virgin...." I lifted the knife to stab right into him, carve this fucker's eye that took my friends. His eyes began to tear as he started to sob.

"Please..... I'll do anything!" He exclaimed, his hands struggling to reach out and hide himself. He was out of breath, tears streaming his face as his nose and cheeks a dark red.

"God... you're crying?" I mocked him, spitting on to his messy face. His nose runny and his lips trembling. What happened to his dominate side, the side wanting to kill me?

I took the knife to his cheek, not breaking skin but enough that it stung as I slid it down. His adam's apple bobbing with a gulp as his eyes followed the object. A tear dripping onto the metal.

"Anything you say..... so I could carve my name into this pretty face of yours?" he whimpers, cautiously nodding. The knife dragged down to his lip as I poked the edge into it. The punctured hole in his lip now dripping with crimson blood. I felt something raise from underneath me.

I felt a soft throb against my core. I shifted on top of it eliciting a mewl from the black haired boy. He was stuck now. His eyes gave me a quiet look of help.

"Awww and what's this, whore?" I grinded down onto his bulge with force. He knew I wasn't just shifting anymore. He sucked in a sharp breath, licking the blood dribbled from his lips as well the spit. Nervousness in his face.

"It seems like you want this." I said, rising from his belt area and unzipping his jeans. My fingers grazing the soft bulge in the process.

I brought the knife down from his face and with it, cut through his boxers. His length being exposed now to me, rock solid with pre cum dripping down the shaft. He flushed with embarrassment. The way the knife traced his pelvic bone, the heavy breathing-

"P-please I can't take it!" He shouted out. Was he gonna pussy out now and let me kill him? Or was he intending that he needed me to go through with it already?

"You're gonna need to use your words, sweet boy." I grabbed his chin tightly between my palm as his cheeks squished, a slow nod coming from him. If Ethan was wearing mascara, his whole face would be black by now with the way he wept. The mixture of spit, drool and tears blended together on his face into a messy wet glob.

"I just...." He throbbed as he spoke, stuttering "I need you please. I haven't done this before." he grew more ashamed as I laughed in his face, mocking him. I placed the knife in my back pocket as I ran my hand down his toned abs, rubbing his member softly. He licked his lips.

"So you're gonna let your mommy teach you?" His lip trembled as I wrapped my hand around the base and began to stroke up and down slowly. Little whimpers left him as his hands struggled against the restraint holding his wrists together, which were my hands. His eyes jammed shut.

I was going so slow with his cock, making sure he knew I was the dominant one here. He didn't reply to me until the strokes came to a halt. His eyes now wide open as he looked at me, confused. Dumb little puppy didn't even realize what was wrong.

"If I'm gonna do this instead of sticking a knife right down your throat, you're gonna have to be good and be obedient when I'm speaking or asking questions." I said angrily, landing a harsh slap across his face. I bit into his neck and sucked, a soft yellow had formed slowly into purple as I pulled my lips off.

"Y-yes mommy, I want you to do this to me." He muffled and my hand repeated it's pace, him settling back into the ground as the tension spouting from his lower region had lessened at the pumping around him.

I bobbed my head down wrapping it around his dribbling cock, sucking him off while my hand gripped and twisted the base of it. My hair fell in front slightly blurring my vision though when I looked up, I could still see Ethan's glossy eyes. I moaned at the sight of him looking so helpless, the vibrations erupting a reaction from his throat.

He hadn't stopped moaning as he watched curious. This was just like he had seen in porn videos. Though even then, he had hardly jerked himself off. He was just a shy, nerdy virgin - just not so much when he was costumed.

"I-I'm gonna cum mommy." He mumbled in between groans, he was about to explode. Not just his cock. All of him. From his tomato red face, his trembling body.

I was wet but not wet enough. I pulled my mouth and hand from him as he mewled, beginning a protest about how I couldn't just give up and pull away before he came. His tip was cherry red, face twisted in anger until I shot him a look.

I took my hand away that was pinning his wrist as I used it to stabilize myself over his body, his eyes wandered my body as I unbuttoned my shirt, exposing my breasts to him as I moved his hand to touch them. He was so shy about it, groping them slowly.

"I'm not wet enough baby. You'll have to use your tongue." I lifted from him temporarily, removing my pants and underwear as I placed my cunt onto his mouth. Grabbing at his hair, he began licking. It was messy, he wasn't a professional of course but the way he really was going in to get it all wet felt good.

I moaned out as he took me by his mouth, the slobbering even making a slimy glow on my thighs. I didn't want to sit on him too hard, that was until he found my clit. Riding him, now I was the one desperate for attention.

"You did such a good job baby" I said signaling I was wet enough now. When I shifted off he whimpered, though his bratty attitude was only for a second as I lowered myself onto his cock. He breathed heavy and even though I was not fully sunken onto him, he jolted up into me as I gripped his needy bucking hips.

"I'm doing the work you stupid whore, not you." I said through gritted teeth, faced with a muttered apology. I sunk down to his base and began to bounce, fucking myself on his cock as he whimpered louder than I'd heard.

He wasn't really thick but he was long, the feeling of him almost being in my stomach made me moan his name. He produced a soft grin, it didn't really matter if he was gonna die now. He got to lose his virginity, he wasn't the last one of the core four to be without-sex because of you.

"Look love, you're in my tummy. Aren't you?" I placed my hand over the lump that was now going in and out and he was unable to even speak out a response. His mouth open like a fish, only moans and groans were audible.

I felt the feeling build up in my stomach, Ethan stuttering to me how he was gonna come. I bounced on him faster as he played with my breats and then, I was milking him. His hot cum squirted inside me as I did the same, his noises errupting louder than mine.

"Good little Ethan." I shifted off him as he trembled, putting my clothes back on. It took him a few minutes before he was able to stand again, yet he still grinned. As he looked down to zip his pants, I reached for the knife in my back pocket.

Stab. Right through his head until I felt it reach his brains. My face now soaking in blood, while panties dripping in cum. Remember, this was to my advantage; not his.

[michaellangdonswhore]

Hi, I just saw you poste so here I am? maybe an ethan landry x reader who is smiliar to stu (Personality wise?) you can choos reader gender. like the act 3 there it reaveld that ethan is one of the ghostface and reader is quite sad/grumpy cause they like him and know he is a killer. "Man, I really wanna date you ):, but i cant cause rules of friendship, like you wanna kill my friends.... " I am sorry if this is not very specific but do what you wanna with it :)

warnings: like none this is just a blurb. prob bad I wrote this so quick and I don't feel like proofreading because I want to write something else. xoxo

word count: 1.6k

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There's three of them and there's three of you. You stand with your friends, Tara and Sam, severally injured. Detective Bailey was standing with a gun pointed towards you with two masked killers standing next to him.

"You?" Tara scoffs.

"Yeah, of course me," Bailey shrugs. "Frankly I expected more from you after what you did to us."

"Us?" You repeat.

The person next to him begins to take off his mask, revealing a smily familiar figure beneath.

You scoff, because out of all of your friends, you genuinely didn't believe it was him. Sure, everyone joked about it, but he was... he just seemed to innocent. Ethan seemed so vanilla.

Also, you liked him, so you were a firm Ethan defender. No matter how many times you were told to trust no one; especially Ethan after Anika was murdered, you did.

You just couldn't believe it. Ethan- who you had confided in, cried to, almost made out with had pretty much, quite literally, stabbed you in the back.

"Mindy was right. It was easy to juke the roommate lottery," He spoke, so confidently, which was so unlike him.

This really hurt- in many different ways. You actually thought you knew him and understood him. You had never seen this person before.

"I mean all I had to do to meet you was room with a conceited, condensing alpha literally named Chad. Fuck, it felt good to kill him!"

He presents his mask.

"This was your grandmothers, Sam. Nancy Loomis? Really runs in your fucking family, doesn't it? Speaking of family..."

"Wait for it..."

"My name's not Ethan Landry!" He says excitedly. "Is it, dad?"

Well, isn't he just full of surprises.

"Dad?" Tara scoffs.

"Well then that just leaves..." Sam looks at the only one unmasked. "Mindy?"

Luckily, it's not.

"Hey, roomie," Quinn says. "You didn't see that one coming, did you?"

"Well, yeah, we all thought you were dead," You scoff. You turn to Tara and Sam. "That's one way to get off the suspect list. Creative, I must say."

"Yeah, you'd be amazed what a grieving father could get away with." Bailey says.

Ethan's staring you down with a hungry look in his eyes. It was all a game to him.

You can't help but actually roll your eyes in the situation. The audacity you have. This ends with all out hell breaking loose-

Quinn slices deep into your arm with her knife and Bailey starts laughing.

"You stay the fuck away from her!" Tara yells as you stumble back, beginning to look for an exit plan.

This was not how it was supposed to go.

Why couldn't it have been someone else? Anyone but him? You just felt so stupid.

"What is this?" You ask them all, specifically Ethan. "You did this as a family?"

"She should know better than anyone," Ethan shoots a dagger at Sam.

"I don't know what you believe, but I didn't commit the murders at Woodsboro!" Sam groans, sick of explaining the same thing over and over again.

"We know that. What do you think this is? You think this is based on some bullshit conspiracy theory? Bailey scoffs. He gives Sam a pitiful look. "Come on. Who do you think started those rumors in the first place?"

Quinn raises her hand and laughs, "Do you know how easy it was to turn Sam from the hero of Woodsboro into the villain? How easy it was to convince the world to believe the worst in people rather than the best?"

"It's not enough to just kill someone these days," Ethan adds, "You have to assassinate their character first. So when dad here discovers your horribly mutilated bodies, posed with Sam wearing her father's mask, he'll say some poor dumb bastard read on the internet that you're the real ghost face and took matters into their own deluded hands."

"It's the perfect alibi!" Bailey chuckles. "And all the best lies are based on truth."

He points to Sam, "You're a killer. Just like your father."

"No, I'm not!" She yells back.

"Yes you are, motherfucker, you killed our brother!" Quinn screams.

"What are you talking about?"

Great. Another surprise.

So, Ethan's a killer. Quinn's not dead. And their brother was the last ghost face. Great.

"You told us your brother died in a car accident," You shoot daggers at Ethan.

"No, you sweet dumb thing. He died at Woodsboro."

He's pointing his knife up, using it to make a point.

"You're Richie's family?" Sam looks distraught.

"Yeah," Bailey nods.

There's an awkward moment of silence, interrupted by Ethan stabbing Sam in the chest and filling the room with laughter.

"She's finally starting to get it!" He exclaims.

"Have I been a perfect dad? No. Have I maybe over indulged in Richie's interests in these movies? Yeah. He even made a few of his own. There's a very special bond between a father and his first son."

"Ouch." You look over at Ethan, impulsively. "That's gotta sting."

You take another small cut to the shoulder from Quinn. You couldn't tell why she wouldn't just kill you right then and there; it would certainly get the point across.

"What?" You look offended- almost as if you weren't meaning to be offensive. You look back up at Bailey. "And just because you sucked at raising your kid doesn't mean you get to take it out on... literally children."

"Yeah, well I think we're a little past that point now," Bailey sighs.

You open up your mouth, gaining your voice back before Quinn nips at you again, causing nothing but a wince to escape your throat. She's warning you for interrupting.

"I built a tribute to my son," Bailey continues. "This is where you have to die, Sam. Because everyone dies, Sam!"

He's beginning to rile up, pointing his gun at her now.

"Everyone that had to do with the death of my son has to die." He says. "Put on the mask."

"He was a man baby." Sam smirks. "He made his girlfriend do all the killing for him."

Quinn begins to charge at her, but Tara manages to knock her away, and that's when Kirby decides to wake up and shoot Bailey to the ground. Ethan then tackles her, stabbing her harshly in the abdomen in the process.

You act swiftly, taking a nearby brick on the floor at charge at him, slamming the brick into his head and knocking him off of Kirby.

The knife is still in her stomach, you and Ethan fighting each other on the floor in the corner while everyone else does their thing. You notice Sam and Tara climbing somewhere out of the corner of your eye. You want to get to them, but this might be the last time you can ever have your hands on him again.

It's almost if he's not fighting back, though; and it's like you're not fighting hard enough. It's like you're scolding him, like a wife hitting her husband with a dish towel for not liking the food. Except it's with a brick in your hands.

And he's laughing at you while you're doing this, knows that you couldn't possibly hurt him.

"Stop."

"Stop what?" He smirks. "You're the one hitting me with a brick."

"Stop laughing!" You groan. "This isn't funny."

You hit him a little harder.

"Ow!" He grabs his arm. He rolls his eyes and walks back to Kirby. "Where's my knife?"

As he retrieves it, you hear a gunshot and then see Tara swinging off the balcony, being held up by Sam. Ethan has his knife now, and he's swinging at Tara.

This is your moment to act again; you charge at him once more, bringing him to the ground. Not to your surprise, he overpowers you and is now holding you tight, knife pointed at your neck to ensure that you don't move. Bailey's gun is aimed at Tara, but now switching between the both of you.

"Take care of her, Ethan," Bailey says, aggravated that this is taking so long.

He nods, dragging you into the corner of the room; and then into a separate room. You're trying to fight back, kicking and digging your nails into his skin.

You know he won't kill you. He would've already.

Once you're alone, completely alone, he loses his grips. However, he's still holding tight enough to prevent you from moving anywhere.

It's silent for a moment. Neither one of you are talking.

"If I wasn't like this..." He begins. "If I didn't do this-"

"What?" You ask. "Would I have considered being with you?"

He awkwardly blushes. What a time to blush.

"You always did read me so well."

"Clearly not well enough." You groan and roll you eyes, escaping his grasp and pushing him off of you. You're not fighting him, and he's not trying to fight you, but you are keeping your guard up in case he decides to attack.

But he won't.

"So?"

"How can you expect me to answer that?" You question. "Like yeah, I would've loved to date you, but you're kind of trying to kill my friends and me. So, I don't really think the whole relationship thing would work out."

He sighs.

"I should've asked you out sooner," He says after a moment of silence.

"Yeah, you really should've." You snap back.

It's weird. This is the Ethan you knew. It's like he's back. Ghostface or not, your dynamic hasn't changed.

Your brief moment of peace was interrupted quickly though with another gunshot. This freed you of your delusion- that he was this normal guy.

Freed from his grasp, you ran back to the main room to find your friends perfectly fine. Both Quinn and Bailey basically looked dead, and Sam was in the Ghostface robes. You figured some sort of poetic justice had occurred.

But now it's three against one, and there's nothing you could do to save him.

[ornii]

Someone Requested and Akina X Male Reader

(Sorry I had to remove the question cause Tumblr is shit sometimes.) I didn’t forget!

Don’t Let Go

An AU where She doesn’t Die? Sign me up!

You were 22, barely able to drink by most standards but still very Much Legal. You finally started your college courses after two years in the military and a Honorable Discharge after an IED incident that left a few, unhealthy Scars on your body and Psyche. Didn’t stop you from enjoying college life from drinking and girls, but you just felt detached sometimes and it also made it terrifyingly clear how in control you could be of your feelings. Of course that didn’t stop you from constantly being annoyed by your friends, mostly Tara.

It was an after class party that everyone was invited to. The Party was as fun as most College drinking spots were, music, laughing and the clank of glass. Sitting outside on the fire escape a few stories up, your eyes traced along the stars trying to find constellations. Your little tidbit of fun was cut off as you sensed someone walk out on the fire exit too. Akina slumped over to you, also leaning on the railing. Your eyes trail over to look her up and down, she looks worse for wear, definitely not happy, a little drunk, and pissed.

“You look like shit.” You said, “Bite me.” She responds and finishes her beer. She tosses it off the rail and it lands flush in a big Dumpster.

“Nice.” You finish yours and toss it as well. “Alright, what’s got you like this?” You asked, you could tell she was upset, very upset, so something had to be the catalyst to launch this, Anika sighs and clenches her palms hard, as if she’s trying to fight the strength to utter the words.

“Me and, Mindy we.. we broke up.” She admits, this was actually a shock to you. They seemed madly in love, perfect for each other. Relationships obviously have their ups and downs, but you expected them to get married, Adopt.. but this, this is a surprise.

“Oh, wow.. I uh, I’m sorry.” You mutter. Akina shrugs and casually leans her body on your shoulder. There was no Mistake about Anika she’s beautiful, she’s always been beautiful. You hide your racing heart and let it happen, being a shoulder for your friend to cry or pass out on. Reaching down you grab another beer from the tiny ice chest and drink.

“So, what happened?” You ask, and Anika shrugs. “I’m just… tired, we almost got killed by a fuckin cop, his bitch sister and That Loser Ethan…” she admits, and it was true, and for two of the three, you’re the one that put The cop and Ethan 6 feet under. Not like you had much of a choice. “And now she’s acting like everything’s fine. You’re acting like everything’s fine.” She said, obviously getting frustrated.

“I’m just… still a little in Shock I guess, sorry bout that.” You said, “It’s okay to not be okay Anika.. let your feelings be known.” You encourage her, she looks down, fiddling with her fingers. “You’re such a fucking Sap, I love that about you… I love you.” She said in a bit of a slur. You gave her a bit of a side eye for a moment before you leaned more on the railing.

“Thanks Anika… “ you tried not to let her words creep in, she’s not in the right mind. “No, I mean it… you, wanna get out of here?” She asked, you knew what she wanted but stuck to your guns. “Alright, think that’s enough for you.” You said joking. Anika frowns, but then looks you right in your eyes.

“It’s Tara, isn’t it?” She said, and it was. You and Tara aren’t dating but, you felt something for her, you couldn’t tell her. You just couldn’t build up the courage to admit it, but your silence spoke a lot to her. Akina laughed and looked back to the night sky.

“You know, if you two start dating you’re gonna have some big issues.” She started, and you took a swig. “Like what?” You said placing your lips on the bottles head. Akina leans in and whispers, just to make sure you hear her.

“Gonna be tough parking that big trunk in that little garage she’s got.” Your drink went down the wrong hole, coughing up a storm you try to catch your breath as she laughs.

“Jesus you trying to kill me?” You said, shaking it off. She gives a slight pout. “Sorry, didn’t mean to. You alright?” She asked with concern in her voice, you nodded. You and Akina sort of just went back to looking at the sky. Until her hand gently laid on yours.

“When I was on that ladder I thought I was gonna die, you made sure I didn’t..” she said.

“Of course… I wouldn’t let you go.” You reply, and Akina took a deep breathes.

“Please, Don’t let me go.” She said, and you kept your word, holding her hand as you both look up to the sky.

[xxjessabugxx]

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[stevebuscemieyes]

Scream VI, 2023

Dir. Tyler Gillett & Matt Bettinelli-Olpin