#except like... stu

[outlawssweetheart]

Going a bit feral rn over "Who's Afraid of Little Old Me?" because my mind is applying it to so many characters.

#who's afraid of little old me? #taylor swift #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #jenny humphrey #daenerys targaryen #rhaenyra targeryan #aegon ii targaryen #skarlet #mk skarlet #maximus boltagon #maximus the mad #charles lee ray #chucky #roman bridger #ghostface #I just like it for all of the movie!GFs except for Stu Mickey and Jason. #But ESPECIALLY Roman. #txt

[ofsavior]

Mitsuya’s good at everything he does, so of course he’s a good kisser.

#( he’s probably not the BEST kiss everyone will ever have ) #( but he’s definitely good enough to leave someone breathless ) #( he is basically canon Gary Stu ) #( except design. that is his pride and joy ) #( his character flaw is so interesting though ) #( because it’s how he follows without question and lets others make hard decisions for him ) #( like how to handle Kazutora ) #( anyway enough about that ) #( this was not meant to be a Takashi meta post hejdje ) #( h. Takashi )

[ezlebe]

Tom & Greg playing in a charity (soccer, golf, basketball, etc) game for Waystar (or Gojo)

Greg glances across locker room bench, hunching slightly into himself, as he blindly tugs at his laces. He pauses at Kendall, struggling with the eyelets, then Roman, who is pouting at someone on staff doing it for him, then over to Tom, only to frown with a blink – he’s… got his own skates. And a lace puller. Where did he get a lace puller?

“Is that a lace-puller?”

“Not everyone enjoys straining their fingies, Greg-ster,” Tom says, grinning and chirpy, continuing to yank at the crosses of his laces. He glances up to Greg after he’s finished the boot, offering the tool with a spin against the tops of his fingers. “You want a go?”

“No, I –” Greg stares at it a beat, then shakes his head while finishing lacing his own in a pair of loops. He's a bit taken aback by how... earnest Tom is, too, compared to the rest of the room, though that's not really that weird. “I don’t really like how it feels when it’s too tight.”

Tom barks out a loud laugh, shaking his head while moving on to the next skate. “Okay.”

“How old are those?” Greg asks, as he furrows his brow, then feels his face heat when he realizes a beat late that might be received pretty bad. “I-I mean, they’re not brand new?”

“That was a terribly judgmental tone, Gregory,” Tom says, reaching out and thumping Greg at the shoulder, as he throws the puller into the bag at his side with a wave of his other hand. “They were new in 2006, thank you. I did get them sharpened before we flew up here.”

“Oh, cool,” Greg says, then kicks out his feet to show a line of frayed thread at the sides of his own skates. “Mine are old, too – it was, like… really hard to find them?”

“From the Bigfoot Skate Emporium, huh?” Tom says, standing up with a slap against the thighs of his hockey pants. “Did you get them sharpened?”

“Uh, a while ago,” Greg says, turning his foot to look at the blade. “It was like the winter before I moved to New York.”

Tom drops his chin with a nod, then lifts it when Greg stands up next to him. “Huh.”

“Jesus fuck,” Roman says, looking up, as the staff member moves back and away. “You two dicks are even taller.”

“That is how skates work, Rome,” Tom says, mouth flattening with sarcasm, as he raises both his brows and his tone into a chipper mock. “They go under your feet.”

“Can you like skate now?” Greg asks, remembering a birthday at the ranch that was probably twenty years ago, where Roman had gotten the dubious privilege of being something Logan and Ewan agreed on –  that he was useless.

…On ice.

“Fuck you, I can skate,” Roman says, mouth setting into a tight-lipped scowl.

“Not really,” Kendall says, voicing his disagreement with a flat puff of a scoff.  “I think the last time Rome ice skated was that one birthday you’re totally thinking of.”

Roman swipes out, but doesn’t make any actual contact. “That’s not true! You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about – you were coked up that whole weekend.”

“I don’t think… I was,” Kendall says, sighing deeply through his nose.

“Can’t confirm, though,” Stewy says, with a mocking click of his tongue, sitting down on a bench at an empty locker with a hand wrapped around a tall ceramic coffee mug. “I wasn’t invited to that.”

“Why the hell are you here?” Roman demands, rounding on Stewy while badly straightening out his jersey, then gritting his teeth visibly when he realizes it’s on backward. “You weren’t even part of the fucking negotiations.”

“I couldn’t miss this,” Stewy says, gesturing with a wave between walks of the locker room. “A once in a lifetime chance to see the CEO of GoJo crash and burn at something stupid.”

“You want to be useful and gear up, Hosseini?” Tom says, leaning into the edge of the lockers with a lift of his chin. He looks sort of like he’s posing, or something, but that could just… be a consequence of something lurking in the back of Greg’s head, perhaps, from a few embarrassing sort of magazines with real hockey players. “We only have fucking Ray as another defenseman and Davis as a goalie, to round out people who know what hockey is.”

Ray makes a face, tight-mouthed and dissatisfied, but otherwise keeps his eyes down at the screen of a phone. Ximena is still listening to her headphones, head intermittently bobbing, and it’s pretty much the same to how she looks in any meeting.

“Come on, now,” Stewy says, waving dismissively, a sneer curling the corner of his lip while he sweeps his eyes around the locker room. “Matsson wants to bond with his newest ugly stepchildren. And I only risk my neck in real sports, like steeplechasing.”

“RIP Donut,” Kendall says, briefly bobbing his head and chin disappearing into the plastic neck of his pads.

Stewy mimes pouring out his coffee onto the mats. “RIP Donut.”

“What do you, uh… mean ‘crash and burn’?” Greg asks, rubbing his palms together with a glance toward the exit out onto the ice. He doesn’t know who all is on the GoJo team except Matsson, and probably Ingvar, but he hasn’t gotten any impression from Matsson that he would choose a sport to do this with that he was bad at in any capacity. “Did someone at GoJo get hurt, or something?”

Stewy pauses with his coffee halfway to his mouth then tilts his head, eyes markedly sweeping to Tom, then back to Greg, then down the rest of the bench, as a brow climbs up his forehead. “You don’t know – wait, do none of you know?”

“Stew,” Kendall says, exhaling a shallow, weary sigh.

“Huh,” Stewy intones, finishing his sip with a few clicks of his tongue.

“Know fucking what?” Roman snaps, as his hands wrap tight around the edge of his bench.

“Huh,” Stewy says, leaning back against the lockers with a lazy shake of his head. “Interesting.”

Greg furrows his brows slowly, then glances at Tom; the only one of them, outside Greg, who had brought gear of his own. He’s really only one of them that makes sense for Stewy to be referring to, really, since Stewy knows Tom from a long time ago in some vaguely secret capacity that Greg is wary of digging into, so that does… mean he knows things that Greg doesn’t about Tom. It always makes his stomach churn when he thinks about it.

A snide voice echoes from the door. “You all look like you’re dressed up for a costume party.”

“Fuck off,” Roman says, predictably jumping up from the bench, as he gestures up and down the pads. “You should be in this shit.”

“I chose not to return to the company, so… No, I shouldn’t,” Shiv says, taking a few more steps into the locker room with a glance at each of them, then gesturing with a flick of her hand, before crossing it again over her stomach. “I’m just here to mock with Stew.”

“I’m supporting,” Stewy insists, gradually raising a fist near his shoulder, pumping it once, then twice, as he speaks in an unmistakably mocking voice. “USA, USA.”

“I’m Canadian,” Greg mutters, kneeling down and grabbing a Waystar helmet from under the bench.

“You’re only as Canadian, as we are British,” Roman sneers, grabbing his own helmet and stick. He wobbles markedly on his skates while going toward the door, despite firmly still being on the rubber mats, which is not a hugely great sign for the game.

Greg tightens his hands on the stick that was labeled at the locker; it’s tall, at least, but having a stick that fits is only like barely what it might take to do okay. He watches hockey, like a lot, but he hasn’t played it since it was for a grade. “Are we perhaps allotted some time to practice, you think?”

“Fuck, I hope not,” Kendall says, yanking at a glove over his hand with a few shakes of his head. He winces with a glance up, as they enter the main arena. “I want to leave as soon as possible. This is as bullshit a stipulation as no personal jets.”

Greg peers around the rink, catching Matsson with his team in the other bench. He wonders if they’re any more prepared; if Matsson told them about this more than a week ago.

“I think there’s a half hour or so until the actual start,” Shiv says, answering the question more accurately beyond the silence of Kendall’s sullen response. “Maybe Rome will learn to skate.”

“What like are we playing?” Greg asks, setting his stick to the side, and nervously tightening his own gloves.

Roman sneers with a scoff. “Hockey, you idiot.”

“Positions,” Greg clarifies in a mutter, looking over Roman’s head and toward Tom with a harsh rub against his nose.

“I can be center,” Ray says, looking down while moving his stick back and forth like he’s ready for the puck. “Yeah?”

“As if, you’re playing center,” Tom disagrees, his voice setting surprisingly firm for present company, while he turns at the waist and then on his skates, fixing on Ray a particularly toothy, shark-like smile. “Do you even know what a face-off is?”

“I mean, yeah. It’s the – “ Ray stammers, drifting backward, plainly unused to being at the focus of anything, let alone Tom offering this particular sort of tone. “Like they drop the puck onto the ice.”

“They drop the puck,” Tom taunts, voice lifting just a bit more, confident and mean about it, not at all laced with his usual veneer of perky agreeability. “You can barely speak up in the weekly morning meeting; you think you can look GoJo’s center in the face – perhaps, Lukas himself – and sweep a puck out from under them?”

Ray offers a limp shrug, eyes darting between either end of the arena.

“No,” Tom says, then swings his stick out, making contact with Greg’s hip. “You’re a d-man with Greg.”

Greg exhales a grumble of protest under his breath. “Tom. I don’t want to be a – ”

“You think either of your cousins has the on-ice presence to intimidating anyone into anywhere?”

“Fuck you, Wambsgans,” Roman snaps, slumping into the edge of the wall with a clatter of pads.

“You look like a middle-schooler next to Dear Cousin Greg, Romy,” Stewy says, settling into a corner of the benches with a click of his tongue.

Shiv snorts with a quick glance up from her phone. It doesn’t get any sort of reaction, though, from a bored looking Gerri or Karl napping just a meter or so down, who serve as the only share of their crowd.

“I can’t, like…” Greg shakes his head, rubbing up his nose with a flattening of his mouth. “I won’t like be able to shove anyone into boards.”

“Look at those nerds,” Tom says, waving his stick around toward the GoJo team on the other bench; it’s not a wholly inaccurate judgment, since Matsson, outside himself, doesn’t seem to have padded the team with stockholders who happen to be the general shape of… well, a Tom-sort of person. “You won’t have to shove anyone, you just have to skate near them; buddy, it’s not a real game.”

“Okay, like who made you the coach?” Kendall grumbles, rolling his stick between his hands.

“The coach doesn’t play, Ken,” Tom says, “I’m yoinking the C for captain.”

“I don’t want to be a d-man,” Greg says, hearing his voice begin to lower, but it’s more worth getting his way with Tom, at the moment, than anything his cousins might turn into a taunt. “Can’t I be goalie?”

“No, buddy,” Tom says, speaking slow, responding more with condescension than acquiescence. “You’re big and, as long as no one looks in that face of yours, just a little scary on the ice. You’re on fake-out duty.”

Greg exhales a shallow sigh. “But – ”

Tom rolls his eyes with an insultingly low snort. “It’s not a debate, Greg.”

Greg looks around at Kendall and Roman, but Kendall just puts his hands up, and Roman doesn’t seem to be paying attention at all. He glances for Ray, but he seems to have gone out on the ice while no one was looking at him. “Why can’t it be – ?”

“No,” Tom interrupts, flattening his voice with a jerk of his chin in the direction of the ice. “Davis is the goalie – she played that for fieldhockey.”

“But…” Greg mutters, thinning his voice and softening his mouth, trying to get Tom to budge, “That’s different.”

“It is, but I’ve seen you try to catch – ” Tom cuts himself off, eyes sweeping to the side and narrowing while his lips roll across his teeth.

Greg raises his brows slowly, rocking slightly on his skates while drawing his shoulders back.

Tom lifts a gloved hand, holding it for a pair of beats, then clears his throat. “You know what? I’m not going to address it, except to repeat the no.”

Greg slumps back into the wall with a harsh scoff to the back of his throat. “You should, like… let me to make up for that.”

“He shouldn’t even be in charge,” Roman interjects, in a low, snide grumble.

“I think I already made up for it a lot,” Tom says, ignoring Roman while throwing both his hands out with a sweep and nearly smacking Kendall with the stick. “In every possible way.”

Greg glances out to the ice, rubbing his fingers up against the edge of his helmet. “Not every, obviously.”

Tom shifts his jaw, then rolls his eyes hard. “Gregory, get on the fucking ice, and I’ll assist for like as many goals as I can.”

Greg raises his brows with a peek to the side. “Yeah?”

“Of course, you silly goose,” Tom taunts, voice pitching, his stick tapping at the edge of Greg’s skate boot. He reaches back, balancing on the boards while stepping onto the ice. “As long as you’re out there guarding any one of Matsson’s weedy little dicksuck board members.”

“I get that you’re some kind of a bitter asshole, Wambsgans?” Kendall says, cutting in front of Greg without even a glance toward him, while following Tom out with a wobble. “What about me and Rome?”

“Don’t fall, to start with,” Tom says, flatly, skating backward toward the middle of the rink. He pauses abruptly while offering a significant point to where Roman is uneasily shuffling down onto the ice. “Actually, don’t slam anyone close to either doors onto the bench.”

“It’s fucking hilarious you really think this is actually going to be a competition,” Roman mutters, getting a little more balanced on the ice, sweeping his legs forward, but… Yeah, they’re going to lose really hard.

“True, sure, but – ” Tom reaches up and pats hard at his own shoulder. “It’s a whistle stop for dislocation town.”

“Or whatever happened to Määttä,” Greg says, voice low, and scratching at the side of his jaw with a wince.

Tom comes to a pause near the middle of the rink, and sucks at his teeth with an exaggerated hiss. “Did you have to bring that up, you big buzzkill?”

Greg lifts his shoulders with a shake of his hands in front of him. “It was a, like – a Wild game…”

“Fuck off, how did I not know you were a big fucking stereotype before today?”

“Those are not the skates I provided,” Matsson interjects, before Greg can answer, skating between them while his head tilts back and forth; he’s donned in a Gojo branded solid black jersey, new pads, altogether identical to the ones that he’d left in the locker room for them to find today in a Waystar navy. “Interesting.”

“Oh, yeah – why?” Kendall says, leaning into his stick with a glance down toward his own skates. “Are these rigged to blow after first period?”

“Hah,” Matsson says, typically neutral, a flat smile briefly crossing his mouth. “That might keep it interesting.”

“Fuck you,” Roman mutters, lifting his hands to grip and shift at the pads across his chest. “Why couldn’t you pick a real game, like baseball.”

Matsson raises an eyebrow for a silent beat, then tilts his head. “I have some interest in games based largely on statistics, but strictly for gambling.”

Kendall scoffs under his breath, shaking his head. “Great,” he says, smacking his stick lightly against the ice in an evident attempt to get Matsson to focus back at him. “How the hell are we going to run this circus?”

“Informal, obviously,” Matsson says, stretching his back with a lazy tilt of his head. “But I think some contact would be okay, as we are all wearing the appropriate gear. Outside that, I have some… doubts that any majority here know the rules.”

“Not wrong on this end,” Tom interjects, voice lifting into a taunting sort of pitch, trailing at the edge with a sharp, barking laugh. “We have a field hockey player goaltending, and a Canadian loose on the rest of the ice.”

Greg rolls his eyes downward, sweeping his stick against a line carved shallow by his own skate.

“I picked Adeoye because he is large,” Matsson says, looking over his shoulder at his own team with a low tut under his breath, then back with a lift of one shoulder. “I’m not sure the sport even exists in his home country, but he does seem to skate better than Roman.”

Roman exhales a hissy growl that he badly attempts to disguise as a laugh.

“Roberston is a similar situation,” Lukas continues, unheeded, turning one of his gloved hands palm up. “But she played rugby in some place called Bundaberg, so is not too wary of doling out a hit or two.”

“Bundaberg,” Greg echoes, rolling his lips around the word, as he glances over his shoulder toward the GoJo team. They all sort of look the same.

“Hah,” Tom says, as he skates back and forth a meter or so in some version of pacing. “You want to throw the sticks out onto the ice to grab at ‘em, for the real nostalgia effect?”

“I’m not familiar with… whatever that is,” Lukas says, plainly condescending, as he looks up and down Tom, then at the ice with a raised brow to their feet. “Though the mental image of Hirsch being forced to do with Roman’s stick is an amusing one.”

“Explain to me again how this is team building, if we’re on like opposite teams?” Kendall asks, plucking at his Waystar jersey with a flattening of his mouth.

“It gives you an opportunity to take out some of your frustration about the restructuring of your company after the death of your father.”

Greg drops his head with a widening of his eyes at his skates, then looks back up when Tom badly muffles a snort behind his face mask. He has to bite at his lips, curling his nose, and looks away before either of them can fall into real laughter.

“What the fuck?” Roman snarls, lurching forward and nearly onto his face, saved only by the fact he’s got a stick.

“Would you prefer I lie?” Lukas asks, blandly, blinking down in a way that somehow manages to be mocking and neutral.

Kendall offers an awkward grimace, skating forward with a ungainly tug at Romans jersey to draw him back. “Do you want to just get this over with? I know it’s not… on the hour, or whatever, but –”

“If you’d like,” Lukas says, tilting his head just so with a glance to either end of the rink. “If you feel your team is… properly acclimated to the ice.”

“As much as it can be,” Kendall says, half under his breath, looking to the side while rubbing at the top of his helmet with a gloved hand. “Tom was, you know… trying to give us positions – is that really necessary?”

Tom sneers with a significant glance toward Greg that speaks to the volumes of insults he’s keeping tucked behind his tongue.

Matsson offers a soft, somewhat mocking tut. “…Some organization is recommended.”

“Sure, no, yeah,” Kendall says, reaching up and rubbing at the top of this helmet. “But is it – are you doling out positions, except a goalie?”

Matsson blinks particularly slow, seemingly bemused, then seems to realize this is more of an argument between Kendall and Tom. He is silent for another moment, then gestures, somewhat oddly, toward the ref. “You will, at least, need to choose someone to fight initially for the puck.”

“Sure,” Kendall says, wetting his lips, then offers a few half-nods, skating backward with an awkward sort of swing backward of his stick. “Yeah. Wambsgans can do that. Whatever.”

“Thanks,” Tom says, so cheerful that it’s clearly just snide. He skates up with a roll of his shoulders in the pads, head turning back and forth in an evident stretch. “Let’s remember we could’ve warmed up, but… yeah. Whatever.”

Greg wishes that they could, too, as he skates backward to take a vaguely defensive position, while the rest of GoJo does the same. He probably won’t actually guard anyone, but he keeps his eye on Adeoye, anyway, who really isn’t quite as wobbly as Roman, but he still looks kind of like he might fall over if Greg skated too close to him.

Matsson steps across from Tom, and there must be some signal to the referee to start, though it is unclear. A clock blinks on in bright red distraction, 15:00, a low horn, and the puck is thrown in the center.

Greg tenses in anticipation, hunching over his stick, but then he feels like he only blinks and Tom is across the rink, on the other side of all five members of GoJo, with a puck sliding into the net. He stares at Tom celebrating a little too emphatically, too loudly, but not necessarily unexpectedly, and isn’t quite sure what he just saw; he does suffer a fleeting sense of sullenness – what had happened to him getting a goal? He peeks to the bleachers on a whim, catching Shiv staring up from her phone in just as much disbelief. Her eyes catch his, then, and there’s an excruciatingly awkward moment before they both hurriedly look away at the same time.

“What the fuck just happened?” Roman says, wobbling up next to Greg with a wag of his stick where the GoJo team is staring at Tom like he just did a magic trick.

Because Tom might have done a magic trick.

“I – I guess he plays hockey?” Greg says, swallowing hard, heat flaring up into his ears; yeah, Tom really plays hockey. Crap. He didn’t think the Tom thing could get worse, and it just got way worse in a sudden swoop he never even expected.

Roman scoffs harsh under his breath. “Like you didn’t know?”

Greg looks down, biting at the inside of his lip. “What does that like mean?”

“You know what it means,” Roman mocks, mouth curling at the edge in a mocking sneer. “You two’re so attached at the hip that you practically share one giant asshole.”

Greg stares back steadily for a pair of beats. “I think… you’re just unhappy no one likes you.”

Roman snarls outright and lurches, both hands hitting Greg in the middle with surprising, somewhat painful force through the pads.

Greg only just manages to keep balance with a brief, ungainly stumble on his skates. He sets his jaw and shoves back without really thinking, feeling angry and nine-years-old in a way Roman can only make him, as palms make contact with padded shoulders.

“Asshole!” Roman snaps, as he falls onto the ice with a choked shriek. He kicks out with his skate, then trying to dive forward over himself, gloved hands glancing at Greg’s knee. “Sasquatch fuck!”

Greg skates backward with a few pumps of his legs out of the way, doing his best to ignore a thought about how easy it would be to kick back and actually reach.

“Alright, alright,” Tom says, as he quickly appears in front of Greg with a wave at Roman with his stick. “Same team, you two caricatures of men.”

“He started it,” Roman says, stumbling back up with the help of Kendall yanking at under his armpits, though there’s a shaky moment where visibly threatens to upend them both. “He – ”

Greg feels his jaw tighten, shaking his head while halfway reaching up to scratch at his brow before he remembers the gloves.

“No one believes that’s true,” Kendall interrupts, idly swiping ice from Roman’s back before he jerks away with a gesture behind himself. “Not even Ray.”

“Oh, sure,” Ray says, appearing both eager and wary at being included in the joke. “Ximena, too. And she’s not paying attention.”

“More concerning,” Matsson interjects, skating up with Ingvar close to his shoulder, and both giving Tom a marked side-eye. “The teams are evidently suffering a markedly considerable lack of equal footing.”

“And?” Kendall says, flatly, with a twitchy manner of imitating a careless shrug. “You totally… chose most of the team, man.”

“I was not properly informed, which is a… to say the least, marked trend for Waystar Royco,” Matsson says, leaning into his stick, mouth flat and narrowly regarding Kendall, and altogether appearing like an entirely unwelcome, unintentional impression of Grandpa Ewan. He looks over to Tom with a low tut. “Wambsgans, you play the first two periods, but not the last.”

“Hey, now,” Tom protests, skating in a vague half-circle from one side of Greg to the other, then back again, waving his stick low to the ice. “How is it my fault no one wanted to warm up?”

“…Or Hirsch switches teams to even it out,” Matsson adds, looking toward Greg with a slow blink and a point of his stick. “Also fair. You yourself implied he was one of the only others who could play.”

Greg tightens his grip on his stick, regarding Lukas’ team beyond him with a slight bite against his cheek. He peeks toward Kendall, who seems mostly apathetic, then Tom, who is already looking back, somewhat unsurprisingly, but it still makes him hurriedly drop his eyes toward the ice with a shift on his skates while heat flares against his neck.

“Alright, I’ll throw the game,” Tom says, sweet-voiced but annoyed, then rolls his eyes with a sweep toward the banners on the ceiling. He throws his hands out with an over dramatic kick out that sets him a few meters further away. “Got to keep this family together.”

The game restarts and it sucks that the periods are only fifteen minutes; it takes less time for Tom to, in a way, cheat for them. The weirdest part is that he doesn’t even seem rusty, like he should be, doesn’t flinch when he gets checked by Bundaberg, hip glancing into the boards, and doesn’t fumble – it’s like he’s practiced, but they only found out they were doing this a week ago.

He does actually try to play with the team like they’re a real team, but only to some degree; he passes to Greg a couple of times, but Greg only dribbles it a few meters down before he hurriedly passes back, never really trying to shoot, and probably, accidentally actually being defense. Tom even passes to Kendall, who only manages to panic in that quiet way he does, tripping over himself, accidentally hitting it back, where GoJo slips it out from under him and Ximena actually gets to do something in the net.

He gets six goals altogether before he’s kicked off by the, so far, mute ref who likely just doesn’t speak English.

“Should I fake an injury?” Tom jokes, as he skates off, suddenly grabbing his shoulder with a slump. He pauses, halfway to the bench, spinning around on his skates, and points to where Roman is lazily, if miserably, hanging at the boards. “Not that I care, but can we bring the little guy off, too? I think he’s tired.”

“Shut up, scroteface,” Roman protests, but it’s half-hearted at best, and he’s making a face like he’s almost sea sick.

“He’s an equalizer,” Matsson says, looking in the same direction with a wry curl at the edge of his mouth. “No.”

Tom throws his hands up in the direction of Roman, as if to convey that he tried, then backs around to the door and climbs off ice.

Greg peers from the corner of his eye, as Tom yanks his helmet off, watching him run his fingers through sweaty, mussed hair above a flushed face. It makes him swallow hard, a flush rising under his own skin, and then he feels it gain a resentful edge when Shiv and Stewy visibly lean in and start chirping Tom with leering eye rolls and smirks, respectively, while he’s stuck out here.

He should’ve just gone to the other team.

Tom turns around, as he sets his helmet onto the wall, and his eyes catch across the rink on Greg. He smiles wide, waving big, then offers a thumbs-up.

Greg waves back while the heat worsens in his face, curling his shoulders and hunching into his pads. He turns back to the center with a start at a low clear of Kendall’s throat, and pretends he cares that Ray is on the line now waiting for the puck. He skates backward, as it drops, and grasps quickly that the environment on the ice is totally different now that Tom isn’t on it.

It could just be Greg, personally feeling like this is less fun, but truly everyone seems more relaxed on GoJo’s side. He watches Ray fail to get the puck, like Tom predicted, and hears Roman curse and fall behind him, then sees Kendall hesitate with a visible reluctance to get in the middle of it, and realizes with a groan under his breath that he might… really have to try to get the puck, to play for real, if he wants all the goals Tom got to actually matter.

It is kind of annoying.

He really was never really a player outside mandatory gym in school, but he can skate pretty okay, and… if he’s fast enough, maybe no one will be able to check him. He really doesn’t want to get checked, like not even a little.

He has a fleeting, untimely thought about getting checked by Tom… into the boards, sort of pinned, maybe, but… No, yeah.

No.

He skates a wide, easy arch around the GoJo team, realizing it’s about as cohesive as Waystar when it comes to stick handling and passing, even simply skating with the puck, and it’s weirdly easy to slip in. He takes opportunity when someone labeled Jamison is fumbling around, and yanks the puck from her between strides.

“Hey!” Jamison chokes, losing balance on her skates and falling onto the ice, then bursting out laughing while throwing out her hands. “Sorry, Luke! He’s really big up close!”

Greg knows he’s a pretty fast skater, mostly because his legs are long, so he’s across the ice before anyone that’s scrambling after him. He doesn’t really know if he can get the puck in, though, and just whacks it when he hears someone skate in close behind him.

“Good job, buddy!” Tom yells, voice echoing the rink, before Greg even realizes the puck has shot cleanly into the net.

Greg stares at the puck as the goalie hands it back to the silent ref. He’s a little shocked, really, and jumps a bit when he hears a low huh next to him.

“You weren’t… trying, before,” Kendall says, narrowing his eyes, looking up at Greg with a slant to his mouth. “Were you?”

“I didn’t like need to?” Greg says, looking back to the bench and waving first at Tom, this time, who pumps his fist back at him.

Kendall stares at Greg’s ear for a weirdly charged beat, then harshly clears his throat while turning away. “Jesus, sure. Of fucking course.”

Greg regrets the play, just a little, because now everyone is watching him. It’s sort of exciting, being even considered good, and being actively blocked, but mostly he’s… kind of annoyed? If Tom hadn’t shown off, either, and was still out here, they might’ve like been able to sort of work together on everyone concentrating on Tom and not even noticing Greg, but instead he’s out here having to figure out how to take the puck on his own, because like the only other people who seem to be able to even skate are Ray and half of GoJo.

It just sucks. It’s probably, like… technically more fair, but it still sucks.

GoJo only manages to get two goals in the last period, though – both assists off Matsson, who isn’t quite as fast as Greg, but is enough that he scares him into abandoning the puck.

It’s not exactly Greg’s best effort, but just shows more that Tom should’ve been out there, because he does not want to get checked. He also could have passed, he maybe had openings, but… Ray is a dick. He didn’t want to do it.

Tom is waiting in the bench, out of most of his pads and skates, now only in a black long sleeve and socks. “Hey, bud,” he says, reaching out and clasping a hand on Greg’s shoulder, as he climbs up off the ice. “I had no idea you could use those legs!”

“Um, thanks,” Greg says, his voice suddenly failing him at the toothy, approving grin turned up at him. He doesn’t usually see that expression unless he’s done something morally vague, so this is… sort of existentially really nice. “I guess I can.”

“Also, damn,” Tom says, taking a step back with another scoff under his breath, holding out his arms while looking Greg up and down from his skates to his helmet. “Is this how everyone else feels talking to you? It is annoying how tall you are, do you know that?”

Greg can feel his face just getting redder, managing a weak sort of shrug and a laugh.

“Oh, hey! Shiv says she saw they have some bastardization of chili cheesy fries, here,” Tom says, raising his brows with a markedly, bewilderingly  excited tone. He points backward toward an evident concession stand, where Karl and Shiv are already standing waiting for something for themselves. “Be right back.”

“Okay?” Greg says, tugging his gloves off, then looking around with a stumble when he gets a shove to move at the middle of his back. He mumbles out a sorry by reflex, but like really doesn’t know why Roman couldn’t just walk around him.

“Do we get anything for winning?” Roman demands, from Matsson, as if he had done anything but test his pads.

Greg tucks his helmet into his elbow, sweeping his fingers through his hair while trying to both loosen it and put it back in place.

Matsson appears to think for a beat, then tips his head with some finality. “Satisfaction.”

“I put up…sixt-seventeen reels,” Stewy says, from his corner, feet kicked up, and it’s apparent he’s talking more to Kendall than the room in general, even if he’s pretending that’s not the case. “You get free humanizing of the elites. You’re welcome.”

Kendall exhales a groan, slumping onto the bench next to Stewy while trying to tug out of his jersey with his gloves still on his hands. “What the fuck is wrong with you, dude – trying to tank our stock?”

Greg sets his helmet down and pulls his jersey off, too, folding it over an arm; he looks down and pauses, staring at the one labeled Wambsgans over a pile of chest and shoulder pads. He peeks to where Tom is at the concessions with Shiv and Frank, as he slowly picks that up, as well, to fold at his arm.

“You should sound like that, man. You sucked at this toothy and sloppy,” Stewy says, then turns his phone around to show the screen. “Bomb finally got some good PR, though I’m not sure it’ll make up for anything else.”

Greg feels his mouth flatten, as he briefly scans the comments that Stewy’s swiped up under a reel of Tom skating with the puck around the GoJo team. He catches athleticism used in various forms a lot, but a few too many mentions of his age, too.

Kendall starts tugging free of his gear with a flat turn to his mouth and a frustrated glare past Greg toward the concessions. “How’d you even know Tom was good at hockey, man. I don’t think Shiv knew, and I know Greg didn’t.”

Greg feels his expression tighten further, looking down and picking at the pads around his elbow.

“A million years ago it was a stupidjock pickup line: Tommy Wamb-y gave up millions in the NHL to make millions on the mean streets of New York,” Stewy says, looking briefly up from the screen with a wide eye roll and a mocking scoff. “Absolutely no chance. Naturally, the clique wanted him to shut up, so Lillie looked into it with all the power of 2002’s World Wide Web – turns out, he did play since basically he was born until he got an MBA. No NHL scouting, though.”

“It’s such… bullshit you knew him and never said anything, Stew,” Kendall mutters, yanking at the laces of his boots with a tight pinch, which Greg sort of totally understands, at his lips.

“Fuck’s sake, Ken, you met him,” Stewy say, voice pitching snide, and shaking his head once while his brows raise high up his forehead, though his eyes stay on the screen. “Multiple times. You were… evidently, on way more shit than I thought.”

Kendall sighs under his breath in a way that sounds a lot like a fuck off, pushing away from the bench to approach the boards. “Hey man, Lukas, you’re not… dissatisfied with how this went?” He asks, turning to Matsson, who’s still leaning against the boards, but now with his gloves off. He’s got a phone in his hands, scrolling with a thumb, and a short lean and peer reveals he’s looking at Stewy’s Instagram. “Yeah?”

“No,” Matsson says, looking up with a flat near-smirk and a considering tilt of his head. “I found this… a very interesting experience; perhaps, we should revisit. I’m not often so surprised.”

“What?!” Roman hisses, rearing back, nearly falling off the rubber. “Revisit? Fuck you – fuck that.”

“Roman, get dressed,” Gerri interjects, reaching out and thumping at the corner of Roman’s shoulder pad with her knuckles, and immediately, blessedly shutting him up. “You and Kendall are needed on a plane in two hours to fly to Amsterdam. …And likely Hosseini, since he that’s certainly why he’s actually crashed this aspect of the merger.”

Stewy clicks his tongue without looking up from his phone.

“Great,” Roman snarls, throwing up his hands while stomping toward the locker room.

Greg watches Roman go, as he awkwardly cracks himself out of the rest of his upper body pads. It was sort of fun, but he’s not sure if he wants to do it again, either; he especially doesn’t, if Tom getting sidelined for just being able to like play is going to be the usual.

“Hey, bad news,” Tom says, appearing behind Greg’s bench with a exaggerated groan of disappointment. “Evidently, they were out of chili and they won’t just do cheese and fries.”

“Oh,” Greg intones, peeking backward up with a pair of blinks. His eyes get drawn past Tom, watching Shiv wag a phone at Kendall, who tries to snatch it out of her hand. “Um… that sucks?”

“But cocoa,” Tom says, offering one of the two to-go cups in his hand. “That I would bet it all is only some Nordic version of Swiss Miss.”

Greg shrugs and reaches out, only for Tom to yank it back. He curls his nose, looking up under his brows, “Tom?”

Tom makes a face and gestures toward the locker room with a jerk of his chin. “Uh-uh, you’re not out of all that shit, yet.”

“Like, you aren’t either,” Greg says, looking down at the pile everyone has collectively just dropped at the bench, rather than put back where they found in the locker room. “Or anyone.”

“Jesus Louisus, just go,” Tom says, gesturing with the cups, a second time, then starting to move toward the hall with an actual step forward.

Greg reaches up and scratches down the line of his jaw. “What about your skates?”

“Oh shit, yeah,” Tom says, backtracking with a pair of steps and offering a cup with an emphatic wiggle. “Take it, buddy.”

Greg grabs the cup and tries for a sip, then flinches and hisses at a boiling burn at the tip of his tongue. Alright, so… turns out maybe Tom had been trying to be nice in that particular halfway way where he is trying to pretend he isn’t doing it.

Tom gathers the skates toward his chest like a pair of puppies in one arm; he then makes a face, looking around, then grunts with a shrug and kicks out with a socked foot for Greg to move toward the locker room. “Forward.”

The cups get set on top of lockers while they dress down, back into sweaters and overcoats, collectively ignoring the showers, though they probably really shouldn’t; it’s not clear why Tom or anyone else doesn’t, but Greg still has too many visceral memories of his experiences with public shower fungus from the hostel. He would only like to experience that once in his life, and he didn’t think about bringing his shower shoes for the rink.

He tucks the jerseys into the same bag as his skates, thinking about offering Tom’s to him, but he’ll do it later just in case Tom says something weird about him being sappy, or something, for taking keepsakes. He can just keep Tom’s with him until they get back to New York.

Tom slings his bag over his shoulder, then starts hounding Greg for being too slow. He picks up the cups, shuffling forward, then back, going on about dekes, all of a sudden, but Greg must have missed a couple of threads of thought, so isn’t sure what led up to it.

The rink is on the shore of a lake lined with public benches, and Greg finds himself drawn to sitting on one of them. The cars are probably waiting, and he watches Ximena get in one behind, it looks like, Karl and Shiv. It’s an almost pleasant sort of cold out here, though, reminds him a little of home, and he hasn’t exercised so much probably since high school, so he is going to, in a way, reward himself.

Tom doesn’t even ask, just plops down onto the bench beside Greg with a smack if his lips. He hands over the cocoa, then pulls out his phone, swiping and tapping at notifications.

Greg takes a sip of the cooled cocoa, peeking at Tom, then looks down as he rolls the cup between his palms. “So… you’ve never like said you played any sports?”

Tom exhales a loud, harsh sigh, shoving his phone into the inside pocket of his coat.

“And, um…” Greg shrugs, finding himself irked again that he didn’t know, but also that, considering how Tom played, it isn’t just an old college thing like Stewy had implied. “It didn’t seem like you were, uh… really like out of practice, at all?”

“Am I being interrogated, right now?” Tom mockingly demands, then grumbles under his breath in a manner that leads into a low sigh. “I may have recently joined a little fun time league, after I… got demoted.” He clears his throat, stretching against the bench with a single-shouldered shrug. “Sky Rink. The games are late Thurs. 10, sometimes 11pm.”

Greg thinks he might’ve noticed Tom tired some Fridays, but that could’ve been anything – he kind of texts at all hours. “Oh.”

“It wasn’t a secret,” Tom says, a bit too quickly, too cheeky, to really be the truth. “I just didn’t think you’d give a shit.”

“Was that bruise like the first time we, um… we ever –?”

“How the fuck do you remember that?” Tom interrupts, voice stretching out in exaggerated disbelief, but he’s smiling, too, and he rolls his eyes toward the lot with a tut. “That was just some pickup game – supposed to be no contact, by the fucking way, yet a dickhead from Queens decided I needed a shiner.”

Greg chews at his lips for a pair of beats. “…What’d you, like… say to him?”

“I play a clean game, Gregory,” Tom says, turning his nose up with a harsh, amused twist at the corner of his mouth. “I don’t even remember. It must have been a real damned sore spot, though.”

“Could I – I like come watch?” Greg asks, hunching and leaning down into his hands, rather than bringing them up, and taking a shallow sip of the chocolate while glancing slightly up and sideways at Tom. “Your games?”

Tom looks back with a rapid pair of blinks, brow furrowing deep over his eyes in evident, almost offensive bemusement. “If you want to,” he says, slowly, “It’s not… It’s kind of boring, though; really it’s not exciting, buddy? It’s not the NHL.”

“Like, I assume they don’t kick you off the ice?”

Tom exhales a weak snort, looking out across the lake. “Only for penalties.”

“Then yeah, like…” Greg shrugs and takes another sip. “I want to watch, Tom.”

Tom takes a breath and rubs his hands down against his thighs. “Oh fine, we can make a night of it – give you dinner and a show.”

Greg nods with a bob of his head, as he takes another hunched sip from his cup. He stares steadily across the lake and shifts carefully on the bench to press his knee against Tom’s next to him; a moment later, a hand slides up and sets just as softly against the knob of his spine.

He peeks up, once the cocoa has gotten almost refrigerater-cold. “What do you play?”

“Defense, usually,” Tom says, tapping against the line of Greg’s shoulders with a turn of his fingers. “Sometimes winger.”

“Oh,” Greg mumbles, into the sipper of the cup. “Do you like have jerseys?”

“Yes,” Tom says, slowly, his voice gaining a dubious slant that threatens to turn quick into a taunt. “We have jerseys.”

“Like, what colors?” Greg asks, catching his teeth on the plastic edge of the lid.

Tom is quiet for a few beats, then his hand shifts, and his voice is far too close. “…Why?”

Greg blankly stares across the lake. “So I can form a, uh – a mental image?”

“Green and gold,” Tom says, his next breath a low laugh.

Greg hums and tries to imagine Tom in that, rather than Waystar, when sweaty and red faced stepping off the ice. “What’s the like, mascot?”

“A wolf,” Tom says, while his hand suddenly slides in a distracting sweep across the curve of Greg’s shoulders. “Are you painting a nice picture of me, Gregory?”

Greg scratches across one of his brows, as he shrugs and digs his ear into the inside of his shoulder. “Uh, perhaps.”

“Now, tell me,” Tom says, as he curls in closer, warm and all but hugging Greg from the back, arm hooked around a shoulder while his chin digs into the opposite one, close to Greg’s ear. “Does someone have an interest in hockey beyond good play?”

Greg debates attempting to lie, but it’s kind of exciting… that thought of Tom being explicitly aware. “Um, like that could be a manner in which I might describe it.”

“That is…” Tom takes a deep breath, then exhales it with a pitchy bark of a laugh. “It’s not unwelcome.”

Greg manages a pitching hum, turning his heel to set his thigh flush to Tom’s on the bench.

#tomgreg #you ever turn a guy into a hockey gary stu #i dont even have a reason they did this except matsson was like i have no one to play game with so i force people i pay #this is like the beach episode but it's on ice

[m3llowm1sh]

THEYRE SO CUTE 🥺🥺🥺

(BRAWL TALK SPOILERS IN TAGS)

#this update seems kind of mid to me tbh #I HATE THE SCHOOL SKINS. #I HATE JOCK STU ITS LITERALLY SO UGLY LIKE 😭😭 #college emz remodel is decent except.. mean girl emz..? rly..??? so basic and for what 😭 #THE NEW BRAWLER IS SO CUTE THOUGH shes literally pam and maisie and ash mixed up into one I LOVE HER I LOVE THE GOLDARM GANG #chuck is…. eh LOL #wild west and back to school do NOT mix like who came up w that though #and hypercharges are kind of weird like i think theyre going to be fun at least but the game didnt rly need another mechanic #we’ll see though #stu hypercharge is going to charge in two hits and it will be his pre nerf super where he could knock ppl back i am calling it #brawl stars

[philtatosbuck]

sorry but it’s incredibly funny to me that the scream franchise cannot breed a single normal ship. and this is coming from someone who thinks the Scream 1 friend group was the worst & gayest friend group to ever exist, who also ships billy/stu and tatum/sidney and Fully believe sidney and billy was the worst case of bearding in the world. like i frankly... ignore movies 2-4 a lot because i’m just not interested in them tbh but just like. based on the first movie, the fifth movie and the sixth movie? billy/stu, sidney/tatum, tara/amber, ethan/chad, quinn/mindy (i actually don’t know if this one is that popular but i’ve seen it), etc, etc. it’s like. incredibly funny to me. i don’t care who ships what i think it’s soooo funny half the main characters are killers and half are victims with like a good mix also being victims. incredibly funny to me.

#the thing is that i don't like sam so any ship with her is kinda lost on me but #the others like. sure why not #these bitches are literally insane #anika kayoko #mindy meeks martin #chad meeks martin #amber freeman #ethan landry #quinn bailey #billy loomis #stu macher #sidney prescott #tatum riley #anyways. having morality battles in this fandom is truly insane lmfao #i actually do like sam's boyfriend #ANYWAYS. #least favorite interp of stu & ethan is that they're twinsk who were manipulated #stu was killing half for fun and half because billy gave him a reason to #ethan's uh. he's just like his big brother fr #except i do think ethan's gay LMAO but in the fun way #unlike billy's.... very misogynistic gay ass #anyways. i'm watching scream 6 can you tell

[gatsby-system-folks]

Au where Murdoc runs away as a kid and ends up at the Pots' house.

#gorillaz #murdoc gorillaz #i have no idea how this would function in canon #just think itd be neat lol. i guess it would depend on what age mudz runs away at. because i like happy endings lets say he runs away #at 8. and somehow makes it to (checks notes) wherethepotslivebourough. stus what... 2 or 3? mr and mrs. pot adopt the trash gremlin #child who appears at their doorstep. #mr. pot: well honey i think we have another kid. hes grey and very sad and angry. golly i guess lets put him in therapy #and then things... go better. yknow. #mudz and stu grow up as brothers and mudz is fiercly protective of him to the point of it getting annoying. maybe hannibal figures out #where his little brother went and finds him and gets the Stern Fatherly Concern treatment too. #im sorry for the whole-ass fic in the notes but im on a role. #97 roles around and idk the boogeyman fucking kidnaps stu or some shit and knocks his eyes about and thats where the 2d nickname comes from #idk what paula would do in this au. maybe shed be a prophet for the boogeyman or something. pfkf #so to like be proper rivals with the boogeyman mudz and 2d form a band! they kidnap russel and noodle shows up like normal and then things #play out roughly as normal except mudz isnt severely traumatized and is able to be a proper unhinged leader as he was destined to be. #... you think this is bad #i have 2 other aus in a similar vein to this lmao #which i will discuss if prompted #~ europa #cursing in tags

[mctives]

ooc // i love randy so much but how and why is he part of this friend group

#// ooc #i feel like he just keeps showing up so they gave up and let him hang out #while constantly bullying him poor guy #they are all movie nerds (except maybe stu?) but randy really is more nerdy about it than the rest #as an autistic person i relate but still

[kraniumet]

it is a conundrum because stu is a straight man stoner cis fuckboy archetype in every sense yet he is. it is a trifecta to me. dead deep sea creature eyes.

#triangle digram thats like gender ambivalent (toki) gender decadent (katsura) gender cis...dent (stu) #stoner culture (stu) cosmic addiction immunity (katsura) whimsical serious alcoholism (toki) #harlequin with existential issues (katsura) fake buddhist straight man (stu) dick joke pierrot of suffering (toki) #(in the middle of the diagram is. a dead whale) #stu shouldn't be here except he is it. the terror. the guilt <3 #how this relates to the j&a theorem. thinking.

[patches-and-her-selfships]

i need stu to lay on top of me with his full body weight i think that would lull me to sleep in two seconds flat (and yes, i do have autism)

#but seriously!! it'd be like a weighted blanket except the blanket's completely made out of stone #but it'd still be comfy as hell because it's stu and stu just has that effect on me #i’m high on love! 🗿

[sourcherryandsprinkles]

boob obsessed ethan!!

I have very few smut requests for Scream characters and I'm in that mood to write that... Please send more for Ethan and Billy (I can do Billy x reader x Stu too)

Warnings: 18+, boobs touching/sucking, Ethan being obsessed

my taglists are here + you can send requests here at any time

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It all started clicking one night you and Ethan were studying for finals. He was having difficulty concentrating, easily distracted by flipping his pen or even whistling, so you decided to give him a little bit of motivation.

‘’If you get five answers right, I’ll show you my boobs.’’ 

Automatically, Ethan’s eyes lowered to your boobs — still covered by your shirt — and bit the inside of his mouth to not moan. 

‘’And if you get ten right,’’ you added, ‘’I’ll let you touch them.’’ 

His jaw almost dropped. There was no way you were being serious. No one ever made deals like that and honored their part of the deal — except in his late night fantasies.

‘’Y-you’re playing,’’ Ethan said, shifting on the bed, feeling himself harden just at the thought of your breasts.

You chuckled, shaking your head. ‘’I’m not. You helped me when I was struggling last semester, now it’s my turn to help you. Do we have a deal?’’ 

Seventeen minutes later, you put the pile of flashcards down and Ethan held his breath, knowing what was coming. He got five answers right. It was an understatement to say he was nervous, however he was also so excited — very excited. 

You grabbed the bottom of your shirt and pulled it off, then unclasped your bra, nipples hardening from the cool air of the dorm. 

Watched intently, Ethan let out a strangled moan, his eyes wide with wonder and staring directly at your chest. ‘’Holy fuck, those tits are so nice. Way better than what I imagined through your shirt,’’ he said, his blunt honesty making you laugh. ‘’Shit. Did I say that out loud?’’ His face flushed, embarrassed at himself. He really wanted to crawl into a hole and die right here.

‘’You did,’’ you confirmed. You gave Ethan a soft smile, pulling him out of his trance by placing your hand on his kneecap. ‘’Let’s not get distracted. If you want to touch, you gotta give me five more good answers. Remember?’’ 

Ethan nodded, shifting again to cover the slight tent in his pants. Controlling that part of his body was impossible. He took a deep breath and you hit him with the next question. 

It was harder to concentrate this time, his eyes dropping back to your chest every three seconds, but he did it, successfully correctly answering five more flashcards.  

‘’Can I touch them, now?’’ he asked shyly, his fingers tingling with excitement. 

‘’Go for it.’’ 

That's exactly what he did. Ethan placed both of his hands over your boobs, covering them with his palms and splayed fingers like a kid discovering something for the first time. He squished them both, his fingers sinking into the softness of your breasts. 

Ethan could feel his cock twitch slightly in his pants as he continued to feel you. ‘’Oh my god. Oh wow,’’ he said, breathing heavily. His finger tweaked your nipple, experimentally pinching at it and rolling it between his fingers, drawing out a soft gasp from you when he used more pressure than you were expecting. ‘’I could cum just from touching them—’’

‘’Ethan!’’ you gasped, shocked by his words. 

His eyes snapped up and he mumbled apologies, but you just laughed.

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[the-acid-pear]

I can't find it rn but that post about not being attracted sexually nor aesthetically but a third secret thing is literally how i feel about Stu

#luly talks #i might not show it but im actually obsessed w him 💀 #i didnt say it much on my liveblog i didnt say it much to blood but its. he's so. 💥 #ppl seem to wanna fuck him but not me i just love everything going on w him he's such a fucking freak like omfg #im utterly delighted by him like a scientist studying a new specimen #except its way more personal #its hilarious bc both he and billy are like total opposites yet they remind me of myself in highschool so bad #today i nearly rewatch scream just to see stu btw thankfully someone already made videos of that to ease my life KWHDNVF

[thestarfishinjootsoffice]

I would like to request more slasher x reader whos on the period and is just emotionally exhausted and does a fall hug on them and sighs 😞

I actually looked up period aesthetic on Pinterest 🤦‍♀️ (didn't work, I had to instead looked up blood stain aesthetic)

Ps: why the fuck did I think it was a good idea to put blood stains pictures here, and also this might be the last post for this week and the next week, since my exams are only one week away I really need to start focusing on my studies. I love you all, byee :)

Slashers in this are: Michael myers, sinclair brothers, Jason, and lastly, Billy and stu

Warnings:

Relationship: romantic!!

Slashers with exhausted reader on her cycle!

Michael

Michael sat rested on the couch of your living room. Letting himself sink into the soft cushion. This day was particularly satisfactory by far... Except for one thing.

You were ignoring him. You've stayed in your room with food and a bunch of other stuff saying you were on your period, you've explained to him before and stuff. But that didn't give you the right to ignore him. What did he even do anyway?

Deciding thinking about why his s/o's mad at him on their period isn't his thing, he shuts his eyes and prepares to pass out.

The silence and the comfy atmosphere. Not too hot not too cold, slightly slouching to his side now that the drowsiness is getting to him. Until he hears the door open ,your door open. he quickly sits straight waiting for your figure to come into the living room.

Are you mad at him right now? Are you going to yell at him? Did he forget to do something?

He sees you enter the room and make eye contact with him for a few seconds, waiting for you to do Or say something. He becomes a bit alert when you start walking towards him, you don't seem to have a bit of aggression in your manner and you just seem... Tired.

flop!

Next thing he knows you're on top of him with your hands around his body. Sighing loudly you don't do anything and he starts hearing you softly snore.

Maybe just these few times you can physically get this close to him. He takes a few breaths before his eyelids start feeling heavy again and he starts to feel less and less energetic.

Subconsciously he puts his hand on your back as the two of you slumber into a deep sleep together.

Sinclair brothers

Bo's not really the best in verbal comfort but he sure is one hell of a good physical one. He sat on the couch reading a newspaper after a long day of being mean. Having a cup of coffee on the small table next to the couch you kinda wanted to laugh. Your overly aggressive boyfriend sitting so quietly and almost innocently on the couch on a Thursday morning is really a contradiction to his usual behaviour. But the inner exhaustion is making you dramatic. Walking over to him he notices you. "What?" He questioned, not a single sound of roughness in them. Hmm, maybe he really was in a good mood today. Taking this as your sign you grab his newspaper and then fall on him dramatically, not forgetting to hug him as you do so. Sighing as you feel the warmth of his body seeping into yours. "What do you think you're doing?" He asks a bit annoyed and a bit more confused. You place the paper on the arm rest on the couch and just continue to rest on him. Bo stays quiet for moments before he wraps his arms around your waist. "Well you could've just told me if you wanted a hug." He chuckles a bit. Let's just hope this isn't cut short.

Vincent Although can't really talk or comfort you verbally, is willing to do anything for you. Acts of service, physical touch, gift giving... Anything. Especially since you're on this painful and tiring process called "a period" He's on his bed reading a book he got from a traveller. Flipping through the pages he hears steps coming towards his room. He memorised your footsteps by now and closed his book but kept his fingers in between where he was reading. He saw you in his sight and tilted his head as to say "is there something you need?". You smiled a bit and went towards him and your body went softly crashing into his. Tightly hugging around his neck and you sigh because honestly hugging him was the most comforting thing ever. Vincent's a bit startled but rubs your back as he realises you're just tired. He kisses the top of your head through his wax mask and he starts blushing and grins when you turn to him and his cheek. He couldn't help but fall for this side of you every single time.

Lester was the best at any kind of affection. So anytime you felt the bit of sadness you immediately went to him. Today or during the cycle was no exception, trotting over to find your lovely dearest boyfriend you needed someone to lay all your love on right now. You finally saw him, Lester who was dropping by for a few days to accompany his brothers was on a couch with Vincent, it seemed they were silently discussing something. Probably they broke the wooden floor and were planning on how to tell Bo without angering him. (Impossible) besides all that, you just wanted to feel your lover's warmth around yours. Lester who noticed you after Vincent did, immediately lights up with a goofy smile. "Hey baby! How are you doing?" You instantly knew he was referring to your cycle, you gave a small smile on your tired face. You walked over to him with your arms extended and fell on him. "Woah!" He relaxes after a few seconds. He strokes your hair as you lay quietly on him. (Vincent third wheeled his way out of the room.)

Jason

It were a particularly quiet and peaceful few days camp crystal Lake. Which was a very good thing which meant a longer spending time with your undead boyfriend.

Especially since being on the flow meant more emotional draining. And although your boyfriend wasn't the warmest in body heat, he definitely was the warmest in showing you his love.

He was on a bed just resting because he didn't really have anything else to do. He didn't wanna bother you since you said you were on your period and didn't wanna risk you getting mad at him. (He would be extremely sulky.)

In his train of thoughts he hears footsteps creaking and immediately gets up, did a trespasser come into the cabins without him knowing? He grabs his machete that was on the ground and prepares for any sort of unfamiliar faces, he sees your face and sighs. He drops his machete as he realises he almost hit you with it.

You see him and stare at him for a few moments. He tilts his head and you start walking over to him and jump on him with your arms around his body.

He presses his mask against your head as you sigh. He couldn't express how much he loves you if he were honest. He strokes your head as he thinks so.

Billy n stu

You knew who to go to when you needed some physical affection. Having two people around you was more than enough.

You couldn't bother telling them about the problems and pains of your period since they're both lowkey air heads.. Just one of them is a bit smarter but definitely more sassy with a shit more attitude.

You slowly made your steps over to where you heard bickering, you saw the two of your boyfriends who you could see were talking about a horror movie most likely. You lazily walk to them, damn. They still don't notice you yet.

You decide to just fuck it and throw your body to where they were and Billy made a surprise grunting noise as Stu just yelped.

"Jesus! You fucking scared the shit out of us Y/n!" Billy exclaimed. Stu made a small "yeah!"

You just sighed tiredly. You wrapped your arms around both of them. "Well, we were just about to watch a movie. Wanna join us?" You just nodded as you felt them adjust themselves around your grip.

You relaxed after you felt Stu hug you tightly as Billy started going through the tapes with his legs around yours.

You were starting to relax until they started bickering again. Damn they couldn't shut up could they?

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Princess treatment only - MultiMuse x Fem!Reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Not many, some mentions of killing, but nothing graphic. Kind of fluffy

Type: HC’s

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: Some HC’s as to how the muses would give the reader the princess treatment.

Notes: I don’t know where I was going with this, but this is mainly fluff, maybe sometime I’ll spice it up. I just had to get my writing juice brewing. Not proofread at all just go.

Jason Voorhees: Honestly, would treat you like a princess regardless. Will pick flowers for you when he’s outside. Always lets you borrow his flannels. Always walks in front of you to make sure there’s no danger, but looks back constantly to make sure there’s no danger behind you?? lmao. You won’t ever have to lift a finger when you’re with him. Literally at your beck and call. Will try his best not to kill in front of you, but sometimes it just ?? happens lol. Tries to be soft when touching you because you’re literally the most perfect thing that has ever crossed his path.

Michael Myers: Is your literal bodyguard. Will follow you anywhere and everywhere, you might as well call him your shadow. Lets you hug him and climb onto his lap whenever. Won’t hug you back yet, working on it. Nobody comes near you, no exceptions. Sorry. Stares at you most of the time. Can’t say it, but you’re literally flawless to him. Will use his body as a shield for you. Would kill anything for you. Eventually learns to put his palm against your cheek and that’s his second greatest accomplishment, the first being bagging you, literally and figuratively.

Tiffany Valentine: You won’t ever have to worry about a thing when you’re with her. Always gets her hands dirty for you. Lots of cheek and neck kisses. Praises your looks all the time. She will always brag about you whether it’s what you do, how you look, anything and everything. She would always make sure you have the latest clothes. She’d make sure you always had your staple make up pieces available. When it comes to killing, she’d get creative, that way you guys will never have literal blood on your hands, especially you, never you.

Billy Loomis: Lots of nicknames. Kinda only has a soft spot for you. Can never ever tell you no and stick to it. Won’t hesitate to kill anyone who makes fun of him for this. Drives you everywhere. Ties your shoes. Always makes time for you. Will help you pick out your outfits and tell you which one he likes and which one he doesn’t. Will wear the bracelets you make him. Anything in his closet is yours, help yourself. Always touching you, holding your hand, holding your waist, you’ve infatuated him enough to have him carelessly cover you in soft kisses, laying his head on your shoulder. Kinda creative with dates tbh.

Stu Macher: You will forever be his princess. Will carry you across puddles. Lots of cheek and forehead kisses. Would learn how to paint your nails for you during class. Always makes sure you have a good grade on your exam, whether he has to swap out the papers after class or make sure you get the right answers, you can absolutely count on him. You don’t have to use your brain around him, no worries. Thinks you look adorable in his sweaters, especially oversized. Loves when you sit on his lap. Prioritizes you over anything and everything. Even if you don’t like horror movies, Stu would absolutely find something else for you to watch.

Patrick Bateman: Honestly, when he falls in love with you, it’s princess treatment only. Will give you a skin care routine and help you follow through with it. Kind of makes you feel dumb, but not like a stupid dumb, more like a ‘oh dear sweet baby you are a little dumb but pretty, but dumb, let me help you’ Same thing if you fall asleep with your makeup on, Patricks on the way with the micellar makeup remover. Will speak up for you if you don’t like a service, he won’t be mean about it unless he has to. Always makes sure you’re hydrated (also part of your skin care routine). You will be a housewife/girlfriend. Feel free to splurge, you are his trophy princess after all. Will take you anywhere you want. Will make things up for you if he has to be at work late.

Leatherface: I don’t ever see a scenario where Bubba does not treat his s/o like a princess. It’s like part of the deal. Either way, expect wild flowers all the time. It’s his favorite thing to do for you. He even makes you a vase and makes sure your flowers are always fresh. Will literally die and kill for you without any hesitation. At his knees for you. Bubba will crawl to you across pins and needles if you asked him to. He’s always making sure you’re comfortable and safe, never hungry or in your mind for too long. Melts at your touch. Would learn how to dance just to dance to your favorite songs. Always gets awestruck with you.

Harley Quinn: Will absolutely take you anywhere you want, no matter how random it is. Always dazed when looking at you. Keeps pictures of you all dressed up in her bag or car or wherever she goes. Selina gave her a heart shaped locket once and yeah, you guessed it, the cutest picture of you is in there. Doesn’t hesitate to shoot any man for you. Leaves your face covered in red kisses. She would do anything to make you laugh. Anything you want, it’s yours! Just point at it.

Poison Ivy: Pamela will always spoil you, regardless of how you act. You’ve heard of people growing gardens for their s/o, she would grow forests for you. She’s the most gentle with you, gentle caresses and soft kisses. Paints your nails, brushes your hair while adding flowers into the locks. Always admires dressing you up and putting make up on you. Almost never wants you to leave. Slow dances with you. She’d do anything to keep you out of danger. You think Michael is a good bodyguard? Pamela is the bodyguard.

Bruce Wayne: hhnnnngh. Ok. No but you are the Princess Wayne. Spoiling you rotten goes without saying. Anything your little heart desires is yours. Helps you get dressed. His favorite is helping you with your stockings. Gentle kisses everywhere. Brushes your hair. Lifting you up constantly when there’s a crack in the pavement. Always the driver. Your safety is always first, always. No because whatever you want means whatever you want, which is why there are hello kitty plushies scattered across the Wayne manor. You’ve somehow managed to get your own cozy theater in there too. Princess treatment also means Bruce having to lay back just a teeny bit on Batman just to guard you too while you sleep.

Jason Todd: nmmnnmf YES. I don’t see him treating his s/o any other way. Lots of pet names. Loooves to help you get dressed. Sits you on the counter as he cooks. Never lets you out of his sight. Anything you want it’s yours. Always buying you cute socks and letting you wear his clothes. Forehead kisses. Oh man it’s so disgusting how much Jason loves his princess. Always taking pictures of you, no matter the angle. Would 1000000% tie bows into your hair if you asked.

Billy Hargrove: Honestly if he’s in love with you, princess treatment is granted. Always giving you his jackets, especially when you wear skirts or dresses out. Lifting you over mud and puddles. Subtle kisses on the head while you’re out. Body guard mode activated. He kinda becomes your shadow, appearing out of nowhere and greeting you with a kiss on the forehead. Ties your shoes without asking. Wiping any tears or smeared makeup off your face. Winks at you all the timeee.

Steve Harrington: Kind of similar to Stu, he always makes sure you pass your class. Poor princess doesn’t use her brain in school, too busy trying to stay awake. Always gives you his jacket, even if you don’t want to wear it, he’ll wrap it around you. Finds any excuse to carry you or pick you up. So affectionate. Kisses on the cheek, lips, forehead. Sometimes he will miss and kiss your eye but ugh it’s so fucking cute. Only has eyes for you. Tying your shoes, putting your socks on, literally just dressing you in general is a must. Literally will take you wherever you want, whenever. Drops everything when you call. Such a sucker with the nicknames for you.

Steve Rogers: Ugh another one. Think of him as a body guard who you get to kiss and sit on his lap. Always drops everything to make sure you’re okay. Cannot take his eyes off of you. So smooth with the reassurance. Kisses on the forehead constantly. Always tucks you in. Would help you bathe if you asked. Pulls you onto his lap every time you both sit down. Whatever you want, you’ll get. If he can’t do it, he’ll find a way. Cups your face in his hands when you cry, kisses your tears away. Ugh he’s your literal teddy bear, if you don’t like to be smothered? Pick another muse.

Bucky Barnes: Similar to Steve, he’s your shadow, but he’s a little more … upfront with it. He’s constantly wrapping an arm around you, eyeing anyone who’s eyeing you. He’s so gentle if you’re sensitive. Kissing your cheek is his favorite. Always lingering his fingertips around your crevices. Makes sure you’re never hungry. Always up before you are. Lets you sleep in. If you fight, he will never raise his voice at you. Ready to carry you if you’re too tired to keep walking around. Slow dances with you just because. He’s always worried for you, making sure you’re okay, you’re not sick or hungry. Pet names with him are a must.

Loki Laufeyson: Okkkk and in what situation did you ever think loki was not going to give you the princess treatment??? You are literal Princess Laufeyson. Though he, and Sebastian maybe, are the only ones who can probably, maybe, say no to you, if you pout enough maybe he’ll come to a compromise with you. He never wants to upset you though. Would literally wipe out a small world for you. Or a few. Ok even betray anyone for you. Always cleaning your smeared makeup, fixing your hair, wiping you because you spilled your drink. He’s so devoted to you, im going to throw up. He devours you with his eyes from a distance, you’re never leaving his sight.

Cloud Strife: Ugh ok. Literal bodyguard, as he’s hired to be at times. At your beck and call, though he’d never admit it. Such a sucker and can never say no to you. Though it may take time, he can start calling you ‘baby’ ‘sweet girl’ ‘love’ he’s so infatuated with you and doesn’t know how to handle it. Your safety is his priority. Always listens to you ramble on and on. Brings you flowers for no reason other than he was thinking of you. He’s such a sucker for you. Follows you everywhere.

Sebastian Michaelis: He’s probably the most tame out of everyone but that doesn’t mean he’s not a sucker. There are rules he’s willing to bend for you, literally willing to kill anyone that has the slightest interest in hurting you. Always makes sure you’re fed and if you want a sweet treat, he’s on it. Listens to you talk, even if it’s silly. Dances with you almost every night. He’s so graceful with it. Dressing you and feeding you is his favorite but he might throw in a few teases “poor sweet baby, you haven’t woken up yet to tell your left foot from your right” as you rub your eyes with the wrong shoes on. Of course he’s willing to help, even if he has the idea that you do this on purpose, he's more than happy to oblige.

Spencer Reid: Though his job wouldn’t encourage it, he still drops almost everything to answer you. Always finds a way to share time with his job and his attention to you. Reads to you all the time, whether in person or over the phone. He’s always making comparisons of you being the princess in most fictional stories that you both come across. He’s so gentle with you. Caresses your face all the time. You lay your head on his lap or sit on his lap as he reads away. Always making sure to keep up with your well-being before his own. Would 10000% pick up a habit of writing you little notes or picking flowers for you or taking Polaroids or something to remind you of your everlasting presence in his mind.

#jason voorhees x reader #micheal myers x reader #billy loomis x reader #loki laufeyson x reader #stu macher x reader #harley quinn x reader #cloud strife x reader #tiffany valentine x reader #bucky barnes x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve rogers x reader #billy hargrove x reader #bruce wayne x reader #jason todd x reader #poison ivy x reader #patrick bateman x reader #leatherface x reader #sebastian michaelis x reader #spencer reid x reader #loki x reader

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The Slashers React to You Bringing Home a Kitten

A/N: This is purely for fun. I've only included the Slashers I've written fics for so far. But these types of fics tend to put a smile on my face so I'd be happy to write more of these for whoever wants them (for whichever Slashers people want to see too)!

Michael Myers

Probably the most angry of the Slashers included here

He's not going to kill the kitten by any means, but he isn't happy about it being here

It's another mouth to feed, another thing that needs to be quieted

If you're able to keep the kitten quiet and away from Michael, then the killer will more so become indifferent to it

It makes you happy and doesn't bother him? Cool, do what you will

However, if he feels that it's becoming a nuisance, he'd happily leave a door open on "accident"

It was already difficult enough for him to create a bond with you

But with a kitten that can't even talk to him?

Yeah, he'd rather not

Jason Voorhees

Oh my

A cute innocent creature that is super sweet to him?

It's basically just another you

And he likes you, so he immediately likes the kitten

This man wreaks havoc and leaves behind human blood trails all the time

However, he doesn't really want to hurt any animals

These furry creatures have caused him no harm

They never judged him based on his appearance

They were never cruel or bullied him like other people did

In fact, he was fascinated with all sorts of animals as a child

Kittens were no exception

So you come home with a cuddly little cat that enjoys to cuddle up with him?

He'll take it happily

Brahms Heelshire

He's kinda eh with this at first

The house is huge, and it's not like a tiny kitten is going to take up much space here

But what this kitten does take up is more of your attention

And Brahms being Brahms, he starts to become jealous

Your attention went from being solely on him to now being divided with this animal that could clearly fend for itself

You need to feed it, cuddle it, and give it attention?

That's what you should be doing with him

He definitely has a few moments where he debates "getting rid" of the kitten

But then he pictures your crying face and decides against it

But he still considers it from time to time

However, if you are able to turn kitten time into Brahms-and-kitten-time, then he might learn to like it

Animals freak him out slightly since he's not really used to having them around

But he could learn to deal with it eventually

Just make sure you divide up your attention equally

Billy Loomis

He's more of a dog person honestly

But you were swooning and aw-ing over this poor little thing so Billy gave in

You were probably just going to keep nagging him about it anyways

He's definitely like one of those dads that insist they don't want a pet but eventually fall in love with it

Billy will never admit this though

But you can see it

Over the span of a couple weeks, Billy went from just eyeing the kitten to letting it crawl and sleep in his lap

He tries to act all nonchalant about it

But the moment you look away

His eyes are on the kitten and a gentle smile graces his features

Okay so maybe the kitten isn't that bad

But maybe you're just making him all soft

He's secretly not complaining though

Stu Macher

Literally all for it

He loves cats, dogs, hamsters, all animals pretty much

He might honestly become more obsessed over this little kitten than you

He most definitely wants to dress it up like Ghostface

Like are you kidding?

How adorable is that

You can hear loud footsteps in the middle of the night

And when you check, Stu is chasing the kitten back and forth during it's zoomies

Buys (and steals) all sorts of toys for the little thing

Lets it sleep on his chest at night

He's obsessed with this kitten and you

It's like his own little family

And he's honestly super happy with that

Eric Draven

Have you learned anything about Eric?

He loves cats

He does want the kitten and Gabriel to get along though

But if they make quick friends, then great

He plays around with the kitten pretty often

And he's overall just happy to have another something in his life to bring a little joy

The kitten chills with Eric outside while he plays guitar

The only issue is that the kitten would rather spend more time with Eric than you

Tries to play with the crow

The bird just caws annoyedly and flys off

Eric and you both cuddle up at night with the kitten in the middle

It's a pretty relaxing domestic life to be honest

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WHEN THEY’RE JEALOUS ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

⋆ ★ movies :: scream ,, scream v ,, scream vi

characters used ᝰ.ᐟ billy loomis / stu macher / sidney prescott / wes hicks / ethan kirsch (landry) / tara carpenter / mindy meeks martin / chad meeks martin

🎧 cw — jealousy (obvi) ,, violence and dark themes (only for the ghost faces) ,, possessiveness ,, gn!reader except for stu and mindys part !!!

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ೄྀ࿐ BILLY LOOMIS ˊˎ-

billy doesn’t really get jealous often. he’s extremely self-confident in himself and knows that there really is no one better than him. he knows you wouldn’t dare leave him for another, but that doesn’t stop the occasional feeling of possessiveness creeping through his mind at the sight of seeing you with another guy.

he definitely doesn’t mention it to you, not wanting you to know that the sight got to him, even if it was only slightly, and resorts to sending a glare in the person of interests direction when you’re not facing him. the second you turn around he gives you a sweet toothy smile, both cunning and sly all the same and he makes sure to lock eyes with the person while bringing you in for a deep kiss, hand gripping your face securely as if you were a possession.

and of course, he’d send stu to kill the person later that night; not feeling like their death was worth his own time.

彡 “billy, hey.” turning to greet your boyfriend with a chastened and quick kiss to his mouth, he hums, savoring the feeling of your lips moving against his that was all too short in his opinion.

“hey doll.” the corners of his mouth itched up, a smirk creasing over his face that held mischief, a dark sense of playful fun as he observed you, eyes quickly flicking from you to the boy you were currently talking to. he looked at the kid for not longer than a few seconds before returning his stone cold gaze back to you, like the man wasn’t good enough for his eyes to settle on.

“who you talking to?” he asks, only a hint of actual curiosity lingering in his voice, meeting your eyes with his and wrapping an arm around your lower body.

“oh, this is daniel. he’s in my history class.”

billy hums, returning his eyes back to the boy, who’s name was apparently daniel, in an almost predatory way. daniel felt unease through his veins as the loomis boy studied him, and smiled a bit. “nice to meet you.” he said, and billy nodded with a straight face, suddenly holding out his hand to shake. daniel accepted the gesture, loosely shaking his hand but finding himself wincing a bit at the intensity of the blonde haired boys grip.

“im billy. (y/n)‘s boyfriend.” quick to annunciate the boyfriend bit, daniel took the hint, gulping but nodding in understandment.

“alright well, i gotta run. ill see you tomorrow.” excusing himself from the conversation, daniel walks away from the scene, shaking his hand a bit as a way to soothe some of the pain from the hand crushing grip billy had him in; and you were completely oblivious as billy smirked in victory, guiding you back to the school parking lot and quickly taking out his flip phone to text stu about their next possible victim.

ೄྀ࿐ STU MACHER ˊˎ-

unlike billy, stu is an extremely jealous cretin who quickly doubts himself when it comes to his worth in the relationship. after his very first girlfriend, casey becker, left him in the snap of her fingers for a jock, he was left to be decently insecure.

he would do anything to prevent you from having any male interaction and if he could he would have a camera on you at all times to watch you go about your day and see how you’re interacting with others who aren’t him. when he actually witnesses you talking to a guy, he’s quick to jump in.

he’s not subtle at all about it and immediately gets very touchy with you, kissing your cheek and neck in front of the dude as a ‘joke’ and goes out of his way to mock and make fun of the person in question. he will whine and beg you to leave and once you’re away from the person he asks you millions of questions, especially whether or not you were attracted to them.

just like billy, he wants the person dead and for the rest of the day all he can think about is ripping their intestines out and crucifying them to a wall. his imagination runs wild with all the ways he wanted to kill him. he asks billy about it, but billy couldn’t be bothered to care that much and unless it was really, genuinely bothering stu he’d tell him to take care of it himself. after the first three guys billy had helped stu kill all cause of his jealousy, he couldn’t be bothered anymore and he knew you would start to get suspicious. every guy you talked to was disappearing at this rate.

彡 “hey babe, who’s this?” stu jogs up to you from behind, almost crashing into your back as he slings an arm around your shoulder lazily and looks at you with a shit eating grin.

“jackson.” the man introduces himself before you can to the macher killer, and stu swivels his head to the boy. his jealousy only furthering deeper as he noticed the man to be wearing a school football uniform, a jock.

“aww, i wasn’t asking you, jason.” stu’s face falls completely and you turn to him with a devastated look, feeling embarrassed in front of your classmate. “i was asking my beautiful girlfriend.” he pulls you closer to him, his big signature wide mouth smile making its way back over his face. “dont you think she’s beautiful? isn’t she just so pretty? come on jerry you can be honest, my girlfriends hot, isn’t she?” the boys tone had drastically went from playful to deadly, like he was testing him

“stu macher, this is my english teachers teaching assistant!” you warn, your face flushing a red color at stu’s outburst but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care at all as he doesn’t even look at you, taking a bit of a step closer to the jock.

“oh, so you’re smart then, huh? well, clearly not that much, wearing something as tacky as that. you get dressed in the dark this morning?” he sticks his tongue out, laughing at his own joke and apparently thinking it was the funniest thing in the world as he starts to giggle with a crazed look in his eye, and though jackson felt offended and wanted nothing more than to step forward and suckerpunch macher right in the face, something about the way his eyes held mania and instability freaked the jock out.

he scoffed, rolling his eyes and walking away from the couple. jackson doesn’t even make it three feet away and you can’t get the words out to scold your boyfriend for his behavior before he’s turning you to face him and holding both your shoulders, a serious look on his face.

“babe, be honest with me, did you think he’s cute?”

ೄྀ࿐ SIDNEY PRESCOTT ˊˎ-

sidney was a fairly innocent girl who wasn’t used to all the feelings that came along in a relationship, and she never could quite put a label on the word she felt when she saw you talking to other girls. not every girl, just the ones who in her own eyes were particularly pretty or were openly flirty.

she found it hard to trust again after her last relationship, obviously not ending well since he killed all/most her friends and then tried to go after her, but after some time once she started to heal and you showed her love and how a healthy relationship should look and act she was quick to ease into the breath of fresh air you gave her.

she pouts a bit when she’s jealous, and she doesn’t make too big of a deal out of it. depending on her scale of jealousy she’d either mention it briefly to you so you could reassure her or she’d just make sure to be extra lovey with you the rest of the day to earn more of your love and give you extra of hers.

unlike stu or billy she doesn’t make herself present in the conversation, she’ll usually glance from a distance and maybe bring it up to her friends to ask about the girl you were talking to. not that she’d do anything with the information anyway. if she ends up meeting the girl, whether it’s while she’s with you or running into her when it’s just the two of them, she’s very friendly and would even try befriending the person to see the kind of people you surround yourself with.

彡 sidney watched from a short distance the interaction you shared with a girl who’s face was unfamiliar to her. she stood by her locker, face half hidden by the door and taking a glance in your direction every couple minutes.

she couldn’t deny that there was something about seeing you talk to another girl who in her mind was one of the most gorgeous people she’s ever seen, definitely far prettier than her, making her stomach twist and turn with uneasiness.

gnawing her lip a bit she tried to pay no mind to it, being respectful as she waited for you to finish your conversation so you could walk home together like you usually do. her patience worked as it often did, and within minutes she felt your hands snake around her back, and a sweet kiss being pressed to her temple. “hey sid.” you greeted, and she hummed, leaning her weight back into your arms.

“hi.” her voice rasped, a soft and gentle whisper and a smile made its way to her features while she turned around to face you, holding her hand out for you to take, which you gladly did.

“ready to go?”

“yeah.” she smiled, and you briskly leaned in to connect your lips with hers. her heart fluttered at the action and all her worries melted away. there was no reason to be jealous, she was definitely overreacting. she trusted you and the love you had for her.

ೄྀ࿐ WES HICKS ˊˎ-

by nature, wes was a very trusting and caring person. he’s gotten jealous maybe a total of two times throughout your entire relationship. he may have occasional worries, but it’s not typically jealousy he feels. he gets more insecure than he does jealous and reflects it on himself; wondering if he’s really good enough to be your boyfriend.

he is often very protective over you and while there are times you notice his body tense or a light touch of his hand pressed to the small of your back it’s not really jealousy he’s feeling, growing up in a household where his mother is a cop he was raised to be on high alert at all times; afraid a guy might do something to mess with you or make you uncomfortable.

however, on the very very few occasions where it’s jealousy he’s feeling rather than simple protectiveness, he seems to go eerily quiet. his eyes dart back and fourth from your face to the persons, studying your interaction and the body language you’re giving off. if asked about it he’ll brush it off as nothing and force a reassuring smile that fades the second you look away and forms again when you look back.

he won’t mention it ever again and within a few hours he’s back to his normal self. but unless you’re able to notice his jealousy the second it starts, he’s not one to talk or ask about it.

彡 the sun was shining down on the both of you as you sat outside against the tree located right outside tara’s house. you had made plans with all of your friends to have a big hangout and like usual you and your boyfriend had strayed off from the rest of the group to have some alone time.

wes was always huge on private intimacy and liked it better when it was just the two of you. not anything against his friends, he loved all of them, it was just nice to spend time with just his partner. mindy, tara and chad payed no attention as the couple wondered off outside and perched themselves against a woodsy tree. wes had his back completely against the tree, legs widened while you sat between them, your back on his chest and his head on his shoulder while he held onto your body with protective arms; his muscles flexing against you.

you were laughing at something the bleached-haired boy had said when your alone time was cut short, the sound of a door opening and chad stepping outside.

“what’re you two losers doing?” he asked, a teasing lopsided grin on his face as he approached you two after closing the door.

“hey chad, just hanging out.” you greet him with a smile and wes greets him with a ‘hey’ as well, still keeping his arms secured around you.

“mind if i join you? those two girls are kind of driving me crazy right now.” he chuckles, sitting down in front of the both of you and not paying any mind to the fact that you were both cuddled up. “(y/n), you should’ve stayed inside. mindy started recreating a scene from the mummy, it was sorta funny but made me concerned about my relations to her.” you don’t question why chad had aimed the conversation towards you but it’s enough for wes’ jaw to clench against your shoulder before he brought his head up all together and off of you.

“really? wow, im sorry i missed it.” you laugh a bit and chad smiles and laughs with you as you do. you wish you could see your boyfriends face right now as he then removed his arms from around you as well, but since you were sitting up against him you couldn’t turn around and see without making it obvious.

you try not to pay any attention to his sudden change in behavior as you continue making friendly banter with chad, noticing wes completely going mute until he dismisses himself with a toothless smile and a small apology, going back inside and leaving you and chad alone and confused.

ೄྀ࿐ ETHAN LANDRY ˊˎ-

ethan gets jealous over you almost every other day, sometimes just by simply thinking about you with someone else. he doesn’t even have to see you talk to someone, or flirt, or interact; he often accidentally makes himself jealous at the idea of being jealous. when he’s jealous he then gets flustered, and has no idea how to express the way he’s feeling.

when he actually sees someone flirting with you though, it ignites a fire in him that would sometimes scare himself. obviously he’s a violent guy, but when it comes to a potential threat between your relationship it only intensifies. he’d kill the person in the most brutal way imaginable, even torturing or fucking with them before hand.

assuming you don’t yet know about his ghostface identity, he’s still the sweet, awkward and adorable ethan youve grown to know and love. in the moment he won’t do much about it, maybe standing behind you and locking eye contact with the person, resting a hand on your hip with fragility and having mock friendliness. the second they leave though is when he gets more vocal about it, pestering you with questions and dread spilling throughout his body the more he thinks about it.

however if you were already aware of his identity he wouldn’t bother to hide his disdain, looking at the mystery person with pure unfiltered disgust and hatred as he kept you close to him and dismissed you from the conversation himself. if they dared to try and intervene or call him out on his behavior they’d better prepare for a good beating, he wouldn’t hesitate before pushing them to the ground and kicking them in the stomach and all over their body repeatedly like a typical 80s bully. he’d come back for the final kill another time when you weren’t with him.

彡 “can we go? im tired.” a very grumpy brunette mumbled from his spot next to you, defensively staring at the male you were talking to. an ‘old friend’ of yours.

“one second e,” you dismissed him without so much as a glance, continuing in your conversation with the guy in front of you. he was maybe 5’10, dark brown hair and hazel green eyes that ethan imagined running red with blood and tears. ethan could definitely take him in a fight.

he was quiet for about a whole minute before he sighs, rather loudly, glancing around the room and waiting for you to notice him. when you don’t face him at his first sigh, ethan let’s out a second huff of air, louder this time.

and you ignore him again. and he sighs again. and again. and agai-

“ethan, i swear to god.” you lecture, finally turning to face him and the guy in front of you laughs a bit at the two of you, which only makes ethan feel angrier.

“im tired. please can we go. pleasee!” he whines, articulating his best puppy dog eyes as he bats his long and dark lashes at you. and of course it works, it always does.

you agree, waving your friend goodbye who understands and sends you off with a smile. as you walk back to your dorms the questions finally roll in.

who was that guy? where’d you meet? did he go to school with the both of you? how long have you known him? what’s his relationship with his family like? do you think hes funny?

you humor him as much as you can before the questions start to get more and more invasive and you finally shut him down, leaving him with a pout as he sadly stares at the floor, making you feel bad and quickly cupping his face and peppering kisses all over. he smiles finally.

by the end of the day, none of the questions actually mattered. ethan decided already the second you approached him that he was a dead man.

ೄྀ࿐ TARA CARPENTER ˊˎ-

contrary to popular belief, tara could actually get jealous quite frequently. though it’s not as often as others on the list, she’s lost a good amount of people in her life and isn’t about to risk loosing the few she now has left.

when she’s jealous she can get snappy as well as sarcastic, to both you and the person she’s feeling jealous of. it’s either that, or she’s just sickeningly nice to both of you to mask her feelings. so sweet in fact that it’s mostly taken as being mocked by the one on the receiving end, which is usually what it is anyway.

she’ll stand by you as you converse, her arms crossed defensively and an rbf like you’ve never seen, but if you try to leave the conversation or ask her if something’s up she’ll tell you to just keep talking to the other person in an annoyed voice.

彡 “you’re so funny!” you blush a bit, embarrassed by the sudden compliment and attention you were receiving from the girl in front of you that originally only approached you for a question she had about the homework in the math class you shared.

“you’re SO funny!” behind you, an annoyed tara mocks the girl, raising her voice to sound high pitched and squeaky as she defensively held her arms crossed against her chest.

“tara,” you mumble, glancing at her expectantly and she sends you a glare, huffing and turning her head away from the both of you.

the girl in front of you awkwardly scratches her head and you give her a sympathetic smile. “thank you maria. ill see you tomorrow.” she nods, sending you an appreciative smile back before glancing at your girlfriend for a second and then quickly away as she realizes the girl was already glaring in her direction before walking away from the two of you.

you sigh, turning to face your girlfriend who still looks pissed off, a grouchy look on her face and arms crossed as she meets your eyes. “tara.” you repeat her name, saying so many things without saying another word. she sighs, dropping her arms back to her sides and looking away from you now in a bit of embarrassment.

“sorry.” she mutters, not meeting your eyes.

“no you’re not.”

she smirks a little. “no im not.”

ೄྀ࿐ MINDY MEEKS MARTIN ˊˎ-

( ↺ please only read mindys if you identify as female !! )

mindy isn’t often the jealous type and doesn’t really see many people if any at all as a threat to her. especially for no reason. the only exception for her small bursts of jealousy is when someone knows you’re dating and still goes out of their way to make a move on you.

when this happens she gets rather ticked off, probably yelling at or lecturing the person for trying to hit on someone while knowing they’re in a happy relationship. and she’ll really specify that happy bit as if to rub it in their face.

her fits don’t last very long and though she may continue to pout over it for maybe 10 minutes max afterwards all it takes is a little reassuring and she’s back to her usual self. all in all, if she’s jealous she’ll speak out about it herself.

彡 “mindy, look at me.” you instruct your girlfriend, who in fact does not look at you as she zones off into the distance with an aggravated expression.

“i do not understand how some people have the nerve. i mean seriously, she knew you had a girlfriend, she knew that girl was me, and she still went out of her way to flirt with you.” rambling on, you’re unable to get the short haired girl’s attention as she’s lost in thought.

“mindy, will you look at me?” you repeat, currently crouched down in front of her while she rocked back and fourth on a recliner.

“it’s just- it’s so frustrating! she’s such a- a- a snake!” this emits a soft chuckle to part from your lips and you finally decide to just make your girlfriend look at you instead of desperately calling out for her which didn’t seem to be working.

“i love you.” you affirm, cupping the both of her cheeks. the martin girl blushes a bit, taken off guard.

“what?”

“i love you.”

“i love you too, baby.” she smiles, and you lean up to initiate a soft kiss, her current thoughts pausing temporarily.

by the time you pull away she’s looking at you like you’re the only thing left in the world, cheekily smiling while you continue holding her face in your hands.

“sorry for making a scene back there.” she apologies, referring to back when the entire situation went down and she ended up yelling at the girl who was trying to make a move on you in the first place.

“it’s okay. it was cute. turned me on a little.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.” you giggled, and mindy was fast to forget about the entire situation as her priorities shifted entirely to you.

ೄྀ࿐ CHAD MEEKS MARTIN ˊˎ-

depending on how long the two of you have been together is how chad would go about handling his own jealousy. if the relationship is fairly new or it’s only in the talking stage, he’s the type to go flirt with someone else to make you jealous back, even though you weren’t doing it intentionally.

if you’re about 3 months or so into the relationship though or if he’d liked you for a really long time he wouldn’t resort to that. instead he’d try his best to intimidate the person, keep an arm around you and amplify his personality.

he’d constantly interrupt the two of you rather rudely and make his own conversation, add his own thoughts or ask random questions to the stranger. he’s shameless about it too and does it all with a smile. he’d be friendly enough to the person, trying to make his own opinion on them.

would definitely be unnecessarily affectionate, holding your hand and pressing kisses to the back of your palm or making you randomly sit on one of his legs while bouncing you up and down.

彡 you groaned a bit, your boyfriend now interrupting the conversation for what felt like the twentieth time as he continued to make his presence known, both arms hung over your shoulders as he has you pressed into his chest and his head hovering over yours.

“chad, honey, what are you doing?” you finally ask, excusing yourself for a moment from your friend to talk privately.

“what?” he feigns obliviousness, a knowing smirk on his face as he reached his hands out for you again, pulling you closer to him and resting his hands on your waist.

“you know what.” you sigh, hating the fact you were already trying to fight back a smile the boy made contort on your face.

“just tryna get to know your friends.” he shrugged, leaning a little closer to you. “seeing what’s up. making sure there’s no competition.”

you roll your eyes, finally a small laugh leaving your lips.

“but chad, i get doing that to my guy friends, i guess, but do you really have to do that to the girls too?”

“what? my sisters gay, im just being precautious. nothing unusual.” he shrugged innocently and you smiled as he pulled you into a hug.

“wait, you have guy friends?”

.ೃ࿐ a/n : this took so long to finish , towards the last couple the quality kinda worsened cause i spent all day writing these and finished those ones at night

started 08.05.23. finished 08.05.23.

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I'm Gonna Kill You

A/N: My first time posting a fic in this brand new side blog, if you enjoy it, please consider reblogging it and if you want more you can follow me.

Summary: Randy is your best friend in the entire world, Billy doesn't enjoy the power he has over you and decides to do something about it.

Billy Loomis x Reader

Warnings: toxicity all around, a splash of daddy kink, filming without consent, a little bit of degradation, death (I mean it's Scream) but nothing gory, let me know if I missed anything else.

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You and Randy were born on the same day, your mothers went to High School together so the two of you were bound to become best friends. Your friendship with Randy is great, the two of you spend most of the time together and you barely ever fought. There is one massive problem in your life and you weren’t even aware of, Randy loves you, he loved you since you stood up for him in kindergarten but you were obvious to his love, Randy was happy to be just your friend but that doesn’t mean he would allow you to have a love life.

You trust Randy with your life, if he says that someone is not good for you, you listen no questions asked. Randy takes full advantage of the power he has on your life, a sick power 

play that you weren’t even aware of. If pressed on the issue, Randy would swear up and down that it is for your own good, but he knows the truth, he’s too scared to admit his true feelings but more than happy to cock block you without you being aware.

Being a virgin was one of your main concerns in your otherwise uneventful life, you had Randy as your best friend and a few acquiescences mainly Sidney, Tatum, Stu and Billy. You loved hanging out with them even if you weren’t as close, Stu made you laugh to the point of almost peeing your pants, Sidney and Tatum were extremely and the three of you went shopping at least once a fortnight. The only person you didn't spend time with was Billy, not because you didn't like him, quite the contrary he simply intimidated you too much to allow you to exchange pleasantries with him, his piercing chocolate brown eyes made you all warm and tingly inside. 

You never said anything to Sid and Tatum because Sid and Billy used to be a couple in Elementary School and Tatum was her best friend, Stu was too much of a jokester to take anything seriously and he would run to Billy and the two of them would probably laugh, not because they were cruel but simply because Stu would never take this seriously. Then there was Randy, the only person that knew everything about your life except this major crush on Billy Loomis but life goes on.

Casey Becker and her boyfriend were murdered and the whole town was on edge, and Randy was going on and on about horror films and you thought it was in poor taste, this isn’t a film! People are dead! So you gave him the bullshit excuse of getting your period and you basically qucicked him out of your house.

You decided to go to a coffee shop and just be alone for a change, you said hi to the barista gave her your order and after getting your drink you were sitting down by the window. You weren’t thinking about anything in particular but Billy Loomis came to the forefront of your mind, as he usually does. His eyes, his lips, his hair. As if it was on queue, Stu Macher spots you from across the road and ran towards the coffee shop.

“Stu, how are you?” You smiled seeing him, maybe that meant Billy was nearby? Stu didn't miss your eyes wondering, looking for Billy.

“I’m good, you know? Hey, would you like to hang out? Tatum is busy right now and you’re super cool, so…” Before you could he was getting your bag and helping you get up, you simply laughed and followed him, you truly enjoyed his company.

You’ve to Stu’s house a couple of times but only with Randy, maybe this was a good opportunity to actually be friends with Stu. He opened the door for you and allowed you to get in, he was helping you remove your jumper when you heard Billy’s voice.

“Where the fuck were you? Did you bring the…” Billy stopped in his tracks when he finally saw you, and Stu couldn’t stop grinning. Billy wanted to get alone with you for ages but Randy was always there, Stu really did him a solid.

“Oh man, I totally forgot I ran into her and totally slipped my mind. I’ll be right back, you don’t mind being here with Billy, right?” You looked at Billy who was already looking at you and you looked down and shook your head. “Okay, bye.” And just like that Stu was out of the house.

You still kept your gaze down, playing with your shirt. It was so hard to keep eye contact with Billy Loomis.

“Hey, we can watch something on the TV.” You simply followed Billy but still keeping your gaze down, Billy thought you were the hottest girl at school and now he has you all to himself, he really needed to thank Stu later. The two of you sat down and Billy decided to break the silence. “You don’t like me very much, do you doll?” You finally looked at him with a frown on your face and Billy was smirking. “There she is.” He whispered with a hint of a smile on his face, his thumb went to your chin and goosebumps rose all over your body, Billy wasn’t blind to the effect he had on you.

Billy wanted you since the two of you were freshmen, but Randy was always hanging around you like a leach, in Billy’s eyes. He wanted to kill Randy as his and Stu’s first victim but Billy wanted Randy to suffer after hearing the two of you talking. Randy let it slip rather loudly that you and him were still virgins and Billy thought Christmas came early. He wanted you for the longest time and finding out he was going to be the first man in your life, to touch you, to make you cum? His cock got incredibly hard just thinking about you moaning underneath him, riding him and eating you out like you were his last meal.

“I like you, Billy…it’s just that…” You took a deep breath, how could you explain your predicament?

“You don’t want to hurt Randy’s feelings?” Billy almost believed his own tone, it felt so sincere and honest, he almost wanted to laugh at the relief on your face.

“Yes, we’re not dating or anything.” You wanted especify, and Billy smiled. “But he’s my best friend, literally since day one. And I have no idea why he doesn’t like you very much.” You started playing with your nails and Billy raised your chin to look in your eyes, his piercing gaze was giving you burtterfiles in your stomach.

“We can take this slow, yeah? I want to do this right and take you out for dates and you be my girl, yeah?” Billy looked at you expectantly, and you nodded biting your lip. After that, he kissed you. He couldn’t believe that he finally got the girl of his dreams.

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It has been months since you and Billy started dating, and you couldn’t be happier even with the killings getting progressively worse. You had Billy to protect you, so things weren’t as scary. The only problem was Randy, he comes to your house unannounced and Billy has to hide and it’s always when the two of are about to fuck, it seemed that Randy had this radar to find out when you were about to lose your virginity and it was driving you and Billy insane. You were more than ready for this and Billy had major blue balls for months.

The two of you were now at school, talking in the hallway. Billy wanted nothing more than to take you to the nearest bathroom and fuck you in the stall but he knew that you deserved much better than a quick and cheap fuck, you were his dream girl.

“I asked my parents for the lake house this weekend and they allowed. I can pick you up right after school, is that okay?” You nodded and smiled, you couldn’t believe how romantic and thoughtful your boyfriend was. The two of you were very good in not having PDA at school but you were so excited that you kissed him and Billy was more than happy to oblige. 

His hands went to your waist and yours went straight to his hair, Billy’s hnads were about to land on your ass when the two of you heard his voice.

“Unbelievable.” Randy yelled and you stopped kissing Billy, you had a guilty look on your face but Billy was angry. “You’re with him? Mr. I am clearly a serial killer.” Billy was about to beat Randy up when you stopped him.

“Look, Randy. I am so sorry for not telling you before but saying this shit about Billy is not cool. If you can’t accept him, don’t talk to me again.” You grabbed Billy’s hand and walked away while Billy had the biggest grin on his face. Once the two of you were outside, he hugged you.

“Are you alright? I know how important Randy is to you, I don’t want to get in the middle of your friendship.” Billy was selling this so well, and you just smiled and shook your head.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever! And no, don’t ever say that, Randy will come around eventually. I don’t want this to stop our little getaway.” You were going to handle Randy later after you spent time with your boyfriend.

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Billy’s car stopped right in front of the house, it was so pretty and quiet you loved it. Billy took both of your suitcases and guided you to the front of the house. The door was opened and everything inside was very rustic, it was perfect and apparently Billy’s parents had people come and clean in preparation of your stay there, they were always so thoughtful. Billy put your suitcases on the floor and looked at you.

“So, do you want a tour of the house?” He smiled at you.

“Start with the bedroom.” You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist and Billy did exactly that.

He opened the door and dropped you on the bed, even though you were a virgin Billy could tell that you liked it rough. Every bite that was a little too rough, you had to stop yourself from moaning and rubbing your thighs together, every whispered ‘good girl’ on your ear made you sigh and bite your lip and one small ‘my little slut’ made you moan.

“I’m gonna fuck you right now, baby. Is that what you want? I wanna hear you beg.” Billy started kissing your neck and biting it and nodded your head fervently. You wondered if people could die of horniness for a second. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want from me?” Billy was taking off his shirt and still kissing you.

“I want you to fuck me, daddy.” You put your hand over your mouth, he wasn’t supposed to know but Billy had the biggest grin on his face.

“Yeah? You want daddy to destroy your little pussy even though is your first time? Is that what you want?” Billy finally started removing your clothes, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

“Please, daddy. Fuck me, I need it please.” You didn't care about sounding needy, Billy was your boyfriend and you loved him and he loved you.

Billy’s cock was so hard and you could see how big it was even through his underwear, your mouth was watering at the sight.

“Does my needy little slut wants me to fuck her throat?” Billy removed his underwear and you could see his cock leaking with pre cum, it has been so long since he fucked anyone.

“Yes, please daddy.” You got on your knees and looked at him with the biggest innocent eyes he has ever seen, fuck Billy could cum right now just by looking at you.

“Open your mouth, baby.” You did exactly that, you licked the head of his cock tasting his pre cum and you slowly started to take him in your mouth. Billy was very patient and you took his cock so well, Billy out his head back and groaned loudly. He also made sure that the camera was at the right angle.

Billy’s hands went to your hair, you were hollowing your cheeks and also playing with his balls. He held your head in place and started to fuck your throat, the noises you were making were pornographic and Billy loved every second of it.

“Oh, fuck I’m gonna cum.” Billy removed his hands from your head but you kept sucking his cock. “Fuck, baby.” Billy came, thick ropes of cum down your throat and you swallowed it all. You were still on your knees and you opened your mouth you to show Billy that you swallowed it all. “Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” He helped you get up and kissed you passionately, he finally removed your bra and took one nipple in his mouth, now it was your turn to get your hands on his hair, Billy carefully laid you on the bed and removed your panties.

Billy opened your legs started sucking on your clit, he was relentless and again your handd went to his hair. You were moaning and panting, the feeling of his hot, wet tongue on your pussy is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Billy was enjoying very much seeing you fall apart with only his tongue.

Your moans started getting louder, and the grip on his hair got stronger. Billy’s tongue was working faster to bring your orgasm quicker, he also inserted a finger to slowly start stretching you out. He was was observing all of your reactions, how your legs were shaking and how your moans were louder by him finger fucking you.

“Billy, I think I’m gonna…” You knew your body very well, but this was different.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me, cum all over my face.” Billy sped up his ministrations on your clit and you pulled his hair and you came hard, your eyes were shut and pleasure that you never felt before ran all over your body. When you finally came to it, you felt under the bed wet, quite wet. When you looked over, you started panicking.

“Oh my God, Billy I’m so sorry. I have no idea why this happened?” Billy shushed you and kissed your forehead.

“No, baby. You just squirted and it was hot as fuck.” He kissed you and he laid on the bed again.

Billy pinched your nipples and you moaned into his mouth, his hands were all over your body and vice versa. Billy was about to burst, he was painfully hard again and he couldn’t wait to fuck you.

“Are you ready, baby?” Billy put his hand on your cheek and his eyes were looking into yours and you’ve never felt more connected with him before.

“More than ever, Billy.” 

“Okay, I’ll go slow. Let me know if it hurts, alright?” You nodded and Billy positioned his cock at your entrance, he was looking at it then at you.

You felt his thick and veiny cock on your pussy, Billy had to contain himself and not cum at that second. Your velvety walls milking him, Billy was groaning and moaning in your ear, inch by inch his cock was entering you. Billy was fully inside you now and stopped to compose himself, your pussy felt like heaven to him. You on the other hand was almost passing out from the overwhelming pleasure his cock was giving you and you wanted, no, needed more.

“Please move, Billy.” He obliged and started moving slowly, the last thing he wanted was to hirt you. He found a comfortable pace for him and you. “Harder, please.” You wrapped your legs around his waist and with that all of his self control was gone.

Billy started punding into your pussy with reckless abandon, your nails digging on his back the noises coming from felt like you were in a porno. 

“Do you like that, baby? Is that what you wanted my dirty little slut, huh?” His filthy words were driving you insane. You started clenching around him and Billy started laughing condescendly. “You like that, huh? You like being my little slut?” You only nodded, the pleasure wouldn’t allow you to speak, the noises were louder and louder. “Are you cock drunk already, baby? You can’t even speak right, can you? I want you to cum on my cock, baby.” Billy’s thumb went to your clit and started making hard and small circles, he wanted to see you falling apart.

“Billy, I’m gonna…” You didn't finish your sentence, and you came on his cock and Billy helped you ride out your orgasm. Billy started chasing his own orgasm, you were sensitive but the line between pleasure and pain were blurred and that resulted in more pleasure for you.

“You’re gonna take my cum, aren’t you baby? You’re gonna let me cum deep inside your pussy, imagine if I got you pregnant?” You clenched around him and Billy laughed. “You want everyone to know that you’re my little slut? Walking around with a big belly and huge tits full of milk?” Billy stopped and came with a groan, he was breathless. He kissed you and removed his cock out of you. He laid down and pulled you over to him, he started kissing the top of your head and caressing your arm.

“Did you enjoy that?” You asked and Billy could sense the vulnerability in your voice.

“That was the best thing that ever happened to me, you were perfect baby. I love you.” He kissed your forehead and you mumbled ‘I love you too’ and you fell asleep rather quickly. After making sure you weren’t going to wake up, Billy got up and stopped recording, he couldn’t wait to put his plan into action.

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Randy was pissed, your mom told him that you went on a trip with Billy. I mean what were your parents thinking? Allowing you to be alone with that serial killer? But you were about to come back and Randy was going to do everything in his power to break the two of you up. You never dated anyone before, you couldn’t! You belonged to Randy and he was going to make sure of that, no matter what.

Randy got in his bedroom, he found a tape that was odd he didn't recognise it. He put it in the VHS anyway, and he recognised you immediately, on your knees for Billy Loomis, Randy was about to take the tape and show it to you how Billy is gross and you should break up with him, but he got a call.

“Hello, Randy.” The modulated voice said.

“Billy, you sick fuck. I’m gonna fucking destroy you, she’ll never look at you again.” Randy was screaming, he couldn’t wait to destroy your relationship, that way you would fall for Randy and realise no one but him is good enough for you.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that Randy.” The voice was tauting him and Randy was furious.

“And why is that?” Ghostface opened his closet and was right behind Randy.

“Dead men tell no tales.” Randy turned around but only in time to be stabbed in the neck, after that Ghostface grabbed the tape and left Randy’s house.

Billy was with you when you heard that Randy was killed by Ghostface, he comforted you and said that everything was going to be okay.

“I was angry at him the last time we saw each other, I’ll never forgive myself.” Billy shused you and said that it wasn’t your fault and you couldn’t have known.

Billy held your hand through the funeral and made sure you didn't fall apart, you were so lucky to have in your life. Billy was overjoyed, he had his girlfriend all to himself and he didn't have to hide or worry about the nerd that hanging over her, everything was right in the world.

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