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multifandomwaifu · 1 year

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Comfort [Scaramouche x GN Reader]

Fandom: Genshin Impact (video game)

Pairing: Scaramouche (The Wanderer) x GN Reader

Warning(s): spoilers for 3.2 story quest, mother Nahida (?), supportive MC, Probably OOC Scaramouche, Comfort and fluff, and what I think would be cute to happen in the next patch :) but most likely it's not how it goes ;;

A/N: Scara brainrot rn. Ty for all the likes on my works. I have been hating them lately but I keep posting my drafts for you to enjoy :)

Words: 1,290

The stars were painted under the abyssal night sky, decorating the black canvas with luminous dots, offering a show to gaze upon. The cold Sumeru air seemed to accompany your stargazing, it was silent, just like you liked it. A night for yourself, it was just you and your thoughts. So much happened lately, you were soaking up the feeling of laziness, doing absolutely nothing then just recovering your strength and relaxing. A well-deserved break, for a hero like you.

You have been waiting lately for The Balladeer to wake up, sitting on the step of a dainty cottage near Port Ormos, the thoughts of your conversation with Nahida flashing in your head.

When you mentioned that you’ve been encountering the sixth of the fatui member before on occasional times, and had a slight history with them, Nahida was more than pleased to hear that. No, but really, her big green orbs turned the size of kitchen plates. “You probably caught his eye if he kept you on his radar. Always meeting on such unfortunate events too” she said busying herself in scanning the rows of materials offered in front of you. She insisted on you accompanying her to the market, the villagers being more than happy to see both their Archon, and their hero, shopping together.

Why she called you here and for what...that was beyond your knowing. She was simply persistent about you being present there.

This conversation dulled into the back of your mind, the scene some weeks before materializing back before your eyes. The cracked floors and the giant robot looming over his fallen form. You wanted to do everything in your power to be by his side, cradling his face into your palms and checking his injuries..but you couldn't.

You couldn't show everyone you cared for the enemy. That's what he was, right? Just an enemy to you, you had to get ride of the fatuis. You had to find your sibling, and get home..That's all.

“Do you like him?”

You looked at Nahida, wide-eyed and shocked,a tremble in your grasp being evident before the weapon you held materialized away, the facade, the walls you built up around the others, cracking down because you knew..Nahida already knew that all.

“I love him dearly, and I’d do anything if it means that he’s happy and safe.” And when she left you, a slight bounce to her step, the Archon turned to give you a friendly smile, her features showing only gratitude. “You’re a good person [Y/N]… Whatever you do for him, I know that he’ll appreciate it.”

You walked back inside, to see him, the desire being so strong, taking a seat down at his bedridden body, the stool under you being still warm, sign that Nahida was present here until a few minutes until you popped in.

He woke up with a start, in the middle of the night. He calls your name in a furious manner, a bit irked and groggy, but you reply, letting your hands grasp his cold ones into your much warmer ones.

“Nahida and I patched up your wounds, so it might be a bit uncomfortable. I am sorry for any discomfort that you might feel right now.” He was silent for a second, staring confused at your entwined hands only to take move his judging gaze to take in your features, the troubled look, the small tremble of your lips when he lets your thumb gently rub his beaten-up and bloody knuckles.

“Why are you here? I thought after what I did that you would despise me. That you would pray to the gods above to punish me greater than ever before. But here you are...by my bedside, rubbing my hand and giving me..." Here he was, was he going to confess to you? Having the same feelings like you? Finally admitting there was some slight spark there? ”...that pathetic look." Maybe not..

“Now I’m just utterly confused, thrilled, and curious… you’re here, still by my side. Why?"

You looked at him, a smile forming upon your lips, the same friendly gaze you gave him back then being present on your features. It made a pang and sharp pain go thru his chest but he ignored it, refusing to show any signs of inferiority, even through the walls he’s made, which had fallen off its height for quite a while. “I care for you so much.”

All the betrayals he faced before were staged with underlying reasons to care, but you seem to differ from all those people in his past. So when he asked why you cared so much about him, after everything he did, and how many times he tried to end you, your answer continues to resonate with the emotion you always gave to him.

"I care because it’s you. You deserve the good things in life. You deserve the love and support. You are an admirable and strong person. You are yourself, Scaramouche, The sixth of the fatui. ”

When you cup his cheeks, and he feels the soft touch of warm hands caressing him so delicately, his walls started to crumble. You continue to shower him with words sweet enough that there was no need to honey your voice, not around him at least.

“And my love is the bonus besides me looking up to you and what you can do. The power you hold...I care for you, and I love you. That’s why I’m always here by you.”

Your hands held his two hands together, and you see his gaze softening up, scanning all your features to find any trace of you lying or trying to use him. But he found none.

“Can I hug you? Can I hold just like you deserve?" You ask softly, and he lets you hold him, his head finding comfort in the crook of your neck, taking your scent in.

He ushers you to the futon he was sleeping on. His body shakes for a second, and you hold him tighter, hearing heart-wrenching sobs that make him look so vulnerable right now.

You stroke his hair, fingers itching to wrap around his body but remember the tube scars locations on his upper back, taking caution in touching the area only to opt-in wrapping a hand around his waist. “I adore you so much..” You whisper softly into his ear, starting to murmur softly so he knows how much adoration and love you held for him.

You remained in this position, giving him the comfort and all the support that he needed. When he’s done, he asks you to sleep with him for the night, and there was no way you could decline. Once he lays both of you down, your hands wipe away the tear strains.

”I still don’t understand much… What is there to love about me? I am a monster, I tried to kill you [Y/N]! I wanted to murder everything you held dear, how can you even --" His babbling was stopped by an index finger pressing against his cold lips, his eyes rounding in confusion at you.

“Everything.”

“What does that even mean..? You love all of me? Even after what I have done?” He asks out, blinking twice at your small nod and shrug.

“I love all parts of you, and I will continue to love you, even if the world will frown upon us, I will be there, holding your hand and cheering you on. Cause you deserve the whole world."

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multifandomwaifu · 2 years

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Scaramouche x GN Reader

Fandom: Genshin Impact Pairing: Scaramouche x GN Reader

Warnings: Gore, blood, yandere Scaramouche, loss of a sibling, triggering themes ig?

Words: 789

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A/N: I can't stop writing about Scaramouche, I have over 10 fanfics made since last year and never posted em, staph me..someone. Also ty all for the love on my last piece, you guys made me post another one shot quickly :)

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Psychotic laughter filled the spacious room, and blood was splattered across the floor and onto the walls. There standing in the middle of the bloody room was the sixth fatui harbinger, The Balladeer, or what other people call him, Scaramouche.

"How tragic...Isn't it [Y/N]?" He asked innocently, you could even pinpoint that sick and twisted smile of his behind those words, acting as if he wasn't holding the traveler's twin in one of his hands, dangling around like it was a headless toy. Purple lightning crackled in his wake.

He received no response, only silence... just silence. He frowned at the lack of response, expecting a reply or anything. he just wanted to hear their voice, so why wouldn't they talk?

"Hey... you know I don't like it when you don't talk to me" He spat angrily, walking forward to the sitting figure in front of him, his footsteps echoed in the eerily quiet room.

His eyes darkening ever so slightly when they try to back away from him, their back hit the wall as Scaramouche continued to walk forward, cornering them, he stopped in front of the figure, kneeling down to their form to be at eye level, as he tilted their chin with his finger, forcing them to look at him.

He looked oddly satisfied with the transfigurated face of horror the bound person had on, a sickening and wide smile painted on his cheeks, the color in his purple orbs flashing in a dangerous glint.

"Oh, don't you even know what you do to me?" He traced his thumb on their cheek, gently touching it as if they were fragile and would break into a million pieces. Scared (e/c) clashed with purple, yet they didn't open their mouth to let out any sound. Scaramouche felt anger course through his veins, he had given them everything. His adoration, his pride, his own body and powers, the combat skills, a thousand sliced men at their own doorstep and yet they're still this stubborn?

He breathed heavily, his patience on thin ice but he'll control himself, just for them and only them "How childishly stubborn, but don't worry. I won't hurt you, I would never but with your friends tho.." He flashed a sickly sweet smile, enjoying the warmth and smoothness of their skin while his hands cradled them.

Hearing the last sentence come out of his mouth, their eyes widened, the chair cracking under them while they kept twisting and turning their body around, trying to cut off the lightning binds that bid their limbs down. "W-what are you going to do to them?! Don't you dare touch them! They didn't do anything wrong, please..." they pleaded, tears cascading down their cheeks.

They felt sick, never did they think they would be desperately begging for a fatui harbinger... but here they were, entirely defenseless and helpless. Scaramouche watched intrigued, as words rolled out of their pretty little mouth, except those weren't the words he wanted to hear. He wanted words of praise, admiration of love. But of course, they decided to be stubborn and talk about their stupid friends even in the face of danger.

He clicked his tongue in an exaggerated manner, and carefully wiped the tears from their cheeks with the back of his hands, not before licking a few of the strap droplets from his twitching digits, a sound between a groan and growl leaving his mouth in content.

"You know [Y/N], right now they aren't so important, I am the only one important to you! I'll do whatever it takes for you to love me. Even if i need to get rid of your precious friends and comrades, I'm the only one you need. They'll leave you in the dirt as soon as they get what they want from you. but I wouldn't do that, not in a million years. So let's stay here together... forever." He embraced their shaking figure, enjoying the warmth they emitted, fingers burying into their [h/c] locks, tugging on it while the traveler's face was being squished into his chest, this new change of clothes of his came in handy, he could feel them so close to him this way, such a naughty creature he had in his arms now.

It was fun, truly. This game of cat and mouse you played, but it was a game designed for two players, anyone else that wanted to join in had to be disposed of. For now, it was their sibling, the next will be all that they treasured dear and even the archons, making sure to wipe them all out of existence and erase the very lasting memories they had of the traveler. They were only his, and his alone.

Forever.

#genshin impact #genshin imagines #scaramouche imagine #scaramouche headcanons #yandere scaramouche #yandere genshin #yandere genshin imagines #wanderer #the balladeer #kunikuzushi

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multifandomwaifu · 2 years

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Dreams do not last forever [Scaramouche x GN! Reader]

Pairing: Scaramouche (The Balladeer x GN Reader)

Fandom: Genshin Impact (Video Game)

Notes: Angst, Fluff, Marriage Life, Character Death, Mentions of Death, Father Scara? Also kinda smutty? , OOC and kinda spoil-ish for the 3.2 quest line

Word Count: 1,475

I love him, I love him, I love him, I love hi--I waited 2 years for this and his banner comes 2 days before my bday, he's guaranteed and I am going to pull for him on my bday so it's kinda our wedding day <3 XD

The uncontrollable rage swelled in his heart, his creator, his dearest mother. Sealed and casted away by her, he could only spend his time, wandering alone around the desolate land of Seirai Island-- like an abandoned, lonely and little marionette that wasn't needed anymore by it's creator. A failed creation.

Though, there was a god up there, taking pity on the misfortune that followed him like the plague. A saint was sent to his aid, bestowed upon him at such desperate times. He saw you as pure perfection, the only precious being that could still bring some type of joy in his world. How did you know he was here? Why were you here? Oh,how did that wonderful mind of yours understood the pain in his "heart" ?

Goodness, the obsession he possessed towards this being. The way he would listen to your stories, never minding in the slightest of how long you would speak for -- so long as he can hear you, see you, touch you.

You would hum lullabies with that sweet voice of yours while his head rested on your lap, threading your delicate and gentle fingers through his silky purple locks of hair. The lovesick smile that he wears whenever you nuzzle your nose with his for and eskimo kiss. The tips of his ears would turn red, shifting his gaze from yours in a shy manner.

His "heart" would always be filled with pure glee at the fact that you would be unwilling to leave him-- unsupervised, in fear of.. what was it? Were you afraid that someone might whisk him away and become friends with him? Hah! No way. He only had you close to his "heart".

If only he knew, that the truth wasn't that simple.

Many decades passed in such a flash, and the both of you were finally roaming free out of that barren land of an island. Now settling in the peaceful village of Tatarasuna. It was refreshing, being out of that isolated place. Whenever you indulged in a few games with the kids of Tatarasuna, treating everyone with such kindness with that pure soul of yours, he felt a warm, fuzzy burn in his chest.

What was this feeling?

Flushes of red rose to paint his cheeks as the both of your hands were intertwined, along with a toddler whom he had never met, wondering where in the gods did this child come from? Kunikuzushi couldn't help but stare at you in awe. He wanted you for himself. He wants to hold you close to him, to cherish you forever, and perhaps start a more... sophisticated life with you.

After returning the toddler to their worried parents, Kunikuzushi couldn't help but pull you aside, gently resting the veil that was previously on his head, to yours. You gaped at him, rendering speechless from how lovingly he looked into your glowing eyes. He was delighted to see you under his veil. It reminded him of those humans in books wearing veils right before a "marriage", making vows that they would forever keep.

Perhaps, he could just marry you right here, right now. He would dedicate his whole life to you if it meant that he could spend the rest of eternity with you. His thoughts of admiration were interrupted, hearing you giggle lightheartedly as you pressed your fingers against his chest, where his "heart" was supposed to be. You could feel the beating of a heart beneath your fingertips. You looked up and smiled.

"You do have a heart, darling. You just never listened to it as close as me."

Kunikuzushi was rendered speechless from that statement. He had always believed that he never had one, until you showed him something else, something better. You were what he needed most. Not a heart, not power, nothing else-- just you and you alone.

After meeting, he realised that all he ever needed was you, and look what you've given him: everything. He was frozen in place, staring at you in admiration and awe. The next few words slipped his mouth-- such words that he was not able to give a second thought before he spoke.

"Marry me."

Ah?!

There it was, two simple words but they shook all your world. Two words that held so much meaning behind them.

You finally snapped. The calm composure you had built for yourself collapsed and rumbled down the drain the moment he spoke those words. Your face turned beet red, almost melting away when one of his hands cup your cheek, the other tucking the loose strands behind your ears to have a better look at your face. He leans in, lifting the veil just above your lips, but he hesitated for a moment, waiting to see if your features changed or gave him the impression you didnt want this, when none happened and you eagerly leaned into his touch letting his lips meet yours. You pulled him in, unable to wait any longer, and pressed your lips against his very own. "I love you too, Kunikuzushi."

He felt like the happiest man alive. His heart was filled with glee, deeply infatuated with you. He dips down for another kiss, another one, and another. He couldn’t stop.

Years passed and you vividly remembered the kind, innocent little lamb that Kunikuzushi used to be. Now, he's such a menace to society. Though, his demeanor towards you barely changed, except for the more teasing and bold remarks that would now slip from his lips.

Scaramouche smiled in content, feeling your arms wrap around his neck as he peppers kisses down your neck softly. The sky now fading dark, the moon shone through the glass, barely enough light to illuminate the room. Frost tinted the windows of the balladeer’s office, as the dimming candles on the ceilings were utterly useless.

He was addicted to you.

The need to touch you, hold you, kiss you all day long, was something Scara couldn’t live without. Unfortunately, his role as harbinger restricted him from doing as he pleased. But is he ever gonna listen? No. He would kiss you in front of the fatui recruits if he had to, he would drag you to all the missions that he would attend to, regardless of how people would perceive of him. He wouldn't pay any mind to any fatui recruits if they walked in to him kissing you while you were sprawled on his table beneath him, he would shoot them a glare, one that was enough to shut them up.

He needed to be with you forever.

"I love you so so much." Scaramouche coos softly, so in love with you and your presence alone-- and you weren't any better. “You’re so beautiful, my angel, my savior... my spouse.” Your husband dives down to kiss you again and again, never growing tired of your lips.

His ring gleamed in the dark room as he combs the hanging strands that were resting messily upon your face, behind your ear. His ring was engraved with your name, and so was your ring engraved with his.

Oh, how he wanted to kiss you silly, leave your lips sore from all the kissing. He feels so drunk, drunk on your love. He continues his assault of kisses on your neck, leaving a few marks to his satisfaction. Oh, the way the love of his life would let out a string of giggles— such melody charmed his ears. Keep this up, and your husband might as well give in to his desires of giving you a child, in any shape or form he could.

Oh, how this felt like an endless, happy dream. Such a beautiful dream that-- he forgot the very thing that he had taught himself: Dreams do not last forever.

His gaze moved down to his dominant hand, the ring there gleaming under the purple zips of lightning wrapping around his digits, soon curling them into a fist while his gaze moved to glare up at the darkned sky, a storm forming.

His hate for humanity would never falter and his thirst for revenge would never quench. He had lost the very last drop of sanity to keep him afloat in this mad world, finding it upon his shoulders to fix the mistakes of the gods that he was supposed to serve under.

#genshin impact #yandere genshin #yandere genshin imagines #yandere scaramouche #scaramouche headcanons #scaramouche imagine #genshin imagines #genshin impact fanfic

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multifandomwaifu · 2 years

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'Finally Over' Duskwood One Shot

Posting this from my phone so I hope everything is alright. The grammar mistakes were taken care of. Enjoy <3

I just can't get over EP 10 of Duskwood! Are there any fans that wanna chat about this series?; A ;

THIS CONTAINS SPOILERS FROM DUSKWOOD THE GAME!

If you haven't finished EP10, I suggest finishing it first and then checking this one-shot cause I spoil the ending.

Warnings: None

Fandom: Duskwood

Pairing: Hinted MC x Jessy, Hinted MC x Dan, MC x Jake

!!GN Reader!!!

The interaction between the MC and the others is based on my own choices I made in the game and the ships I am fond of. This is also a figment of my imagination of how the story would truly end.

I don't own anything besides the writing, you own yourself and Duskwood is owned by Everbyte Studios please go and support them along with the author on Instagram hen_with_pen.

Happy Pride Month 🏳️‍🌈 and childrens day 🤹‍♀️

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You had to hurry. You had to make sure everyone was alright. It couldn’t end like this. Not when you were so close.

After the video call ended, your hands were shaky and trembling with the aftermath of the adrenaline pumping thru your veins, breath elaborated while your eyes felt oddly wet. You were crying, realization hitting you like a train.

‘It's finally over. We did it. All of us’ You thought, a bitter laugh leaving your lips while you took a shaky breath, shifting your position on your leather couch only to glance up at the ceiling and blink.

It finally dawned on you. The whole friendship you built up, the feelings that have been growing over those past few days… It's all going to end now, huh?

Chuckling, you shook your head, hands moving to cradle your heated cheeks only to let out a weak whimper. It's alright now. You will be alright. They all were safe and sound. No police running to your front door, no more threatening messages or calls. You were free. And so were they.

Your friends. The group you swore to protect and help in finding their missing friend. And it was finally the end of the path. This long showdown finally came to an end.

Did this mean you weren't a part of the group now? Would they forget you? A total stranger that got their phone number leaked to a group that you never met? Could you even trust those people?

Biting on the inside of your cheek, fingertips moving to catch the falling droplets of liquid dripping down your (s/c) cheeks only to fail in that task, tears falling down faster and thicker like a never-ending cascade.

All those rushed emotions. All those forged relationships. The secrets you whispered to each other every night before you would toss and turn in your sleep, those never-ending nightmares. You will need therapy now. You were quite certain the others needed it more than you, living, being there in person. You couldn’t imagine the huge weight that was probably lifted off their shoulders.

Hannah was safe and sound now. You were happy. Oddly enough, for a stranger that you never met, you forged this deep connection with the missing female. And being able to find her safe and bring her back home. You accomplished that, the whole of you and the squad. You had to pat yourself for that.

But why does it hurt? Like a throbbing and numbing pain radiating from the inner core of your whole being. Like someone stabbed a knife so deep into your chest and applied salt over the open wound.

Richy…what about Richy..? The call suddenly ended but the whole group chat was flooding up, the others anxious and curious about how this whole ordeal ended.

Alan probably called Lily to tell her they had her bigger sister in custody. And Lily being that anxious ball of the group told everyone else.

You could picture the relief that washed over Thomas, the overjoy that grew on Cleo's face, and the silent prayer that she would whisper out. Dan would probably wear proudly a cocky smirk while rubbing the tip of his nose and mutter they did it while Jessy..you weren’t certain about the poor redhead.

You had spied on her and Richy’s final conversation, and it ended ugly..She would be happy about her friend being alive but about Richy..What about him?

Hours ticked by and your phone didn’t buzz with any important notifications except boring spam messages and recommendations on your feed. It was all too silent.

And this ball of anxiety started to sprout in your chest. Where were they? Why no one was contacting you? Why do they leave you hanging?

The next day came and you barely slept, dark bangs already forming under your eyes while your whole being was tired, so tired. The anxiety was killing you alive...You made some beverage to drink and enjoy while moving to open your tv and watch boring news until...

Until your phone pinged. The noise is so loud that you were certain you jumped two meters into the air in shock and fright, diving over the living room table to grab the small device, swiping your thumb over the screen to turn it on only to audibly gasp at the message you had gotten.

‘Come to Duskwood. We want to meet you (Y/N)’

That was all you needed. Moving fast to pack your bags and get everything ready for a journey that would last a couple of weeks.

Duskwood wasn’t close and it would be one hell of a ride to get there but for them, for them, you would sacrifice that much time.

The ride was quite ambiguous, changing different planes and also buses, almost getting lost on the way there and now resting inside a taxi, the loud rain outside tapping against the cold glass that your forehead rested on. Fogging up the window only to draw different faces on it, was a childish habit that you couldn’t outgrow.

The cab driver tried to start up a conversation with you since the ride would take some hours but the male stopped trying after four times of your one-worded responses to his questions.

Could you blame yourself tho? You were buzzing right now, so many mixed feelings over growing inside of you. What would be the first reaction? Would you be what they expected out of you?

The car stopped in front of the café that you couldn’t even recall its name. Dan wanted the whole squad to meet at a club but for this first interaction, everyone was quite subjective, opting for a small and cozy café in their town.

Maybe next time Dan. Maybe the next time.

Luggage by your feet and scan the final message on your phone to make sure you got to the right place, you had to take a deep breath and observe your surroundings.

People walking by, children running around, and older people talking nearby by some benches while also feeding some pigeons. It was all so..comfortable like nothing even happened. You wouldn’t have it any other way. They were either trying to bury the past behind themselves or just too clueless about this huge case that happened in their town.

Gathering your courage, fingers curling around the handle of your luggage only to walk to the door, opening it with small effort, the little bell above the door ringing to signal another customer to step inside. One of the waitresses stops you, sending a comforting smile your way which you couldn’t help but mimic before she helps you to a big table in a corner of the building.

The closer you got to the rather big group, you couldn’t help but feel your eyes watering again, a familiar redhead stood up, calling out your name and with a quick nod of your head, she came running, arms open, meeting you halfway on your walk to their table, before you were wrapped up into her arms.

The two of you molding against each other, holding tightly onto the jacket she was wearing today only to pull back, tears evident in both of your eyes before your foreheads pressed together, a little smile being shared between the two of you.

There was a time you thought Jessy had a crush on you. Your feelings were still mixed up, you adored her. She was the only person in this group that you would trust with your life. You told her so many secrets, every new information you heard, she was one of the first people you turned to. The first was Jake.

He was the only one you blindly followed into this dark story, looking up to him and seeking his guidance to overcome any challenge that came your way.

“I am so happy. You are finally here (Y/n).” Jessy broke down, her hold becoming tighter around your body, mushing up the two of you together while you took this leap to rub her back in a comforting manner and whisper to her to not cry again, rubbing your thumbs against her cheeks to catch the falling droplets.

The redhead pulled back with a quick nod of her head, a little laugh leaving her lips once a wheelchair came into view and nudged her boots making the girl pull back only to have her eyes cast downwards to the male that looked smugly at you.

“Finally! It was finally the time to put a name to a face. Come here!” The male grumpily mumbled and you recognized the person instantly, it wasn’t like in the group was someone else in a wheelchair beside Dan. Of course, you will nag him later about him running away from the hospital and taking it upon himself to join this murderous mission that could've ended badly.

“Hello, Dan. Nice to see you didn’t lose that funny side of yours.”Reaching for a high five from the man, you couldn’t help the little grin that forms on your lips, and Dan can’t help but return the high-five, commenting about your childish behavior.

“So, we gonna have that movie marathon then?” He asks while patting his hands against his knees, his shoulders squaring up against the chair while moving himself back to the table but not without hearing your reply first.

You couldn’t help but nod happily at his question, urging him to not forget that he agreed to the proposal of you choosing the movies and him preparing the beverages.

Having a fond smile on your face, you turn around when someone places a comforting hand on your shoulder, Cleo being the owner of the said hand.

She gives you a quick hug but you could feel the warmth radiating off her. She was grateful to you for saving her friend and listening to her back then.

Lily shyly steps into your view, looking down at her hands while her fingers kept curling and uncurling around the ends of her shirt. She was shuffling uncomfortably in her spot and it didn’t make you budge from your own.

Hands crossed over your chest while you tilted your head, a little tap to your feet while your gaze was cast upon her. Some guts this girl had. And other times she foolishly stepped into danger, dragging others along. She also put you in danger too with that video back then and did not even listen to your warning.

“Look (Y/N)…I know, I know you probably expect me to be the last one to be happy to finally meet you but..” The blonde trailed off, pausing in her words once you raised a hand up to stop her.

“Lily, I am still mad about that video you made back then. You put both me and the mission at risk. If it weren’t for Jake...If it weren’t for his aid..” You were sure you would lose it. Jeopardize the mission back then and, Lily just made it more difficult, making you the scapegoat to take the blame, and people accused you.

You could still remember how many numbers you had to block and how stressful it was back then until Jake took care of the video, having it be deleted from the platform.

“She's been like this all day. Anxiously trying to form the words to tell you.” A male voice calls out to you before a familiar face steps into your line of sight.

“Hello, Thomas.”The male nods at your acknowledgment, the two of you weren't that close. Back then you tried so much to help him but every time you thought the both of you were on the same boat, he would try something so careless without thinking about the consequences.

There was no touching between you, Lily, or Thomas. The male had to usher them back to her seat at the table only to come back with a familiar light-haired blonde, the girl offering a small wave as a greet.

Hannah. Her name left your lips quicker than you could process and the girl's eyes lit up, like a switch being flipped before her arms engulfed you in a hug. It was a long hug, with your rubbing her back in a comforting manner and the girl being a rumbling mess against your shoulder, thanking you over and over for helping in saving her.

You tried to tell her you didn’t do much with the whole squad ganging up in trying to make you feel at home and how much you helped them all. If it weren't for you and your persuasive nature they wouldn’t have found out the truth or gotten Hannah back alive.

They were forever grateful to you and for the friendship, they all forget with you. But you couldn’t help but feel like something was missing.

Sure, Phil wasn’t here, Jessy told you he was still in custody with the police but would be released this week, and you were quite happy about that since he promised you some drinks back then.

And free drinks you shall get. You also fancied the male and wanted to know more about him. Couldn’t shake off the feeling you two would get along smoothly.

But you knew someone else was here. The sibling of Hanna and Lily, Jake.

You kept looking around, lips pursing while the table was quite lively, everyone asking you questions and trying to befriend you while you were happy to reply to them all but the person you desired to see wasn’t there.

Lily sensed your nervousness, reaching from her seat to pat your hand only to nudge her head to the front of the café and as if on cue, the wooden door opened, in stepping a tall male with brown locks, dressed all in black clothes, black washed out jeans and a black hoodie with a small skull design drawn in the middle, his hood up and you couldn’t see much about his facial features but the gesture Lily offered towards you was enough to push you to stand up.

Your back turned to the whole group while you watched this person step closer, his hands rested in his hoodie pockets, and the closer he stepped in you could make out his short brown hair, the dark brown orbs that stared intently at your form and the lip piercing he was chewing on.

You could make out the closer he got, that he had more of his features once he took his hood down, moving a hand thru his wild locks with shaved sides and you could see ink decorating his fingertips, a gulp making its way down your throat.

You were shamefully checking out this guy and it took all of your well being to not cause a scene in the café, opting on being civil and reach for a handshake only to widen your (e/c) orbs once he grabbed onto your wrist, tugging you closer to his bigger body only to have hands wrap around your waist and hold you close, his chin resting atop your head while a content hum left his mouth.

“It's you...I finally see you..”Jake breathed out, his hold becoming tighter and more emotionally, a little possessiveness going around while his hand sprawled on your lower back but you didn’t care. You accomplished your mission, basking in the warmth that his body was radiating.

“We finally meet in Duskwood, Jake.”

#duskwood #reader imagine #duskwood imagine #jake duskwood #jessy duskwood #dan duskwood #lilyduskwood #cleo duskwood #thomas duskwood #hannah duskwood #duskwood game #reader insert #duskwood everbyte #everbyte studios #everbyte game

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Dunno when I'll post another update to the one shots. I am sorry but the whole war in Ukraine which is our neighbour is killing me rn and i cant focus on anything else then fearing we are next to be attacked..

Please support Ukraine and donate to their links. Info yourself about the whole situation, media ia twisting words but its a legit WAR going on near our border! Please..pray for us..I dont know what else we can do then just pray..

#free ukraine #ukraine #war #russia

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idk if you do this but another part to Little Princess would be soooo good. I loved it!!

Who says i aint working on another part for it? 😬

Tell you what. Little Princess WILL definitely have a second part for our grumpy Billy Willy boy.

And my other scream one shot will have a second part which is a full on smut 😇

Promise to post them somewhere this week! Also ty for the support! Much appreciated 😢😳🥺🥺🥺🥺❤❤❤❤

#scream imagine #billy loomis imagine #stu matcher imagine #little princess #stu matcher gif

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Little Princess (Stu Matcher x FEM!Reader x Billy Loomis)

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Ok, I am back with another shot since I got my mind filled up lately with only those two.

Kinda lime-ish (??) since it involves Stu.

Also, I am legit the only one that noticed in this scene Stu looked kinda shocked to see Randy 'dead' on the floor? I legit just noticed. I don't know if it was his acting but you can legit see him taking a shaky breath before using the voice modifier. I think he just noticed back then that their whole plan involved people that shouldn't have been there in the first place.

Just my two cents. *shrugs*

Fandom: Scream 1996 Pairing: Stuart Matcher, Billy Loomis and AFAB Reader

Pronouns: She/her

Warnings: Lime-ish or smutty, probably OOC boys, innocent reader, corruption kink, MINORS DNI

Words: 2.271

Entire back laid down upon the satin red sheets that she was quite certain were more expensive than her own broken down car or the poor salary she could get in a whole month of work. Her gaze laid upon the male by her side, his hair ruffled up, sticking to places while his cheek rested upon his arm, blue mischievous orbs gazing up at her while she gave him back an innocent smile, arm reaching to push up some locks of hair that fell into his eyes.

They were waiting for the third person that belonged to this relationship. Billy was outside, doing gods knows what. The male was always mysterious and left his partners in the shadows most of the time. After all, he was the brain in this whole ordeal.

"Gods! What's taking Billy so damn much?”The girl complained, brushing her fingers thru her thick (hair colored) locks, an exaggerated look forming on her facial features. She wasn't worried, oh no. Billy was a big boy. He could take care of himself. What worried her was who the poor soul to catch his attention for such a long period of time, was. Rest in peace. That's all she could think about since the male had quite the temper and she was an eyewitness to most of his outbreaks, but most of the time, he was mainly deaf. As a fable says, he dumb shuts up and does it.

Stu couldn't help but chuckle at her antics. (Name) would always get this antsy whenever their triplet spent too much time into the wildness of this town. This piece of shit town. Stu couldn't wait to leave this, move to some cabin into the woods, and spend the rest of their lives there, even own some dogs too. Maybe some cats? Any animal was more than welcome into the household.

"He's probably out killing somebody, the usual stuff, love.”Stu mocked out, holding his hands up in a surrounding manner once his lover gave him the eye and looking quite shocked at his words. He had to quickly backpedal his words, chuckling to show that he joked only to move himself to fall back on the fluffy pillows while she turned to give him a questionable look. She didn't know about their rather..extra-curricular activities that they performed from dusk till dawn. And neither she knew about the skeletons they were hiding under their bed. Mainly Stu’s bed, right now.

"Kidding, love. Man, you should see the look on your face right now. Totally gotcha, didn't I?”He mutters out, reaching over to cradle her rosy cheeks and press a slobbery kiss onto her left cheek, a smug look forming on his lips while he leaned back to put some space between the two of them. She couldn't help but to reach a hand in disgust and wipe off the saliva from her heated skin, maintaining the eye contact.

Being just this close was a rather..dangerous move. Mainly when the person beside you was Stuart Matcher that finds just breathing to be a turn-on to his sex-crazed mind.

Boy only functioned on that. (Name) was pretty sure of that. ”Tho, if he doesn't hurry up. We can always start without him..just the two...of us..”His fingers pads run down the exposure of her arms, poor girl thought the idea of a tank top to be the best option for tonight, the best idea for the male presumably, not for her. But Stu wouldn't comment on her sense of fashion, he preferred clothes OFF after all.

She had to give the male a side glance and shake her head at his childish antics.”Absolutely not! We are waiting for Billy.”She replied sassily, moving to brush off his dangerously busy hand, rubbing circles on her inner thighs, opting on moving himself between her legs to rest his chin on one of her knees, looking up at her like a kicked puppy. With those insufferable blue gems of his!

Making a mental note to complain to Billy about his partners rather adventurous nature, (Name) couldn't help but jump at the loud banging sound coming from the window making her get off the bed and quickly rush to open the window, anything to be as far away from a horny crazed Stu.

Behind the closed window was a smirking Billy, giving a nod to (Name) only to climb inside the room, closing the window behind him with a small clicking noise following it. He was closing the window. Just to be safe.

"You guys weren't thinking of starting this party without me, riiiight?”His question was mainly aimed at Stuart but the male gave a careless shrug back as a reply, while (Name) was happy to wrap her arms around the brown-haired male's neck, tugging him down to her height only to press a heated kiss against his rather chapped lips, mumbling into the liplock she was a good girl and waited for him just like he ordered her.

His rather built-up arms wrapped around her waist, staring down at the female for a moment only to guide her back to the bed where the other male was watching them rather amused.

"Finally! I’ve been waiting all day man! All this pent-up frustration isn't good for my peer pressure problem.” Stu cried like a child, showing just how badly he was suffering from the lack of human touch. Either that or his need to be in the center of attention.

"Stu, don't you have a working hand?”She asked, raising an eyebrow in the male's way while he gave a curious glance back, looking at his working hands then at his pants, back to (Name), and then back at his hands.

Ooohh! The two brain cells finally started to turn in his brain and the male couldn't help but let out a throaty laugh, tongue sticking out and all.

"Right, right. You’re perfectly right as always, (Naaaammmmeeeee).”Stu couldn't help but drag her name out, his hands already making work of undoing the belt around his pants before fiddling on his zipper, tongue peeking out to wet his lips while he murmured nothing could compare to the real deal. At this point he was fighting to push his jeans down his legs, finally being freed of the enemy right now only to strike a pose in his underwear, standing rather proud and tall.

Billy looked rather amused at the scene, watching as (Name) face palmed herself and stuttered that she was just joking, cussing lightly once hands wrapped around her waist and she was bought closer to the still dressed Loomis kid.

It was quite funny that Stu was so hyped about some real action. The only action he got from this whole fiasco of a relationship would be some rubs and kisses here and there, maybe if she was in the mood they could fool around in the bathrooms or the changing rooms after he got done with practice.

"So, how was your day? Except for what I can see right now. Stressful to babysit this fuckrag.”Billy whispered against her ear, his teeth making quick work of nibbling at her earlobe making the poor girl stutter her answer out, her own hands moving to rest on top of his while he held her in a rather possessive manner.

She didn't mind in the slightest. Getting lost into the pools of brown that stared down at her. A groan made the two return their gaze to the male still atop the bed, his hand working him thru his underwear with (Name) groaning at the sight, asking what the hell he was doing.

"I told you (Name)! I waited all day for this and I will be damned if I stop just cause your pretty ass is here. If maybe..you could pose on that chair over there..”Stu groaned out, pointing an index finger on the velvet red chair sitting in the corner of the room, tho the poor guy was met with a pillow being flung to his head.

The male let out throaty laughs that fully turned into groans. ”Have some damn respect. You could’ve gone to the bathroom and finished that up there. But you got to be a disgusting piece of shit like always.”Billy sassily replied, moving (Name)’s head until it rested against his chest, fingers combing thru the knots in her hair while he hid her from the obscene image in front of her.

"You guys entirely sure you don't want to join me?”Stu's words become slurred out and raspy, the male biting down on his lower lip soon after while (Name) let out a squeak, looking up at Billy since the male's chest vibrated with the chuckles he left out.

Their innocent (Name) to join in? Sure. They touched and did a couple of adventurous..touches but this was beyond her safe zone.

Both males got quite shocked tho once she pushed off Billy's chest, moving towards the bed with a shy expression, cheeks redded up in color by the minute while she was chewing on the inside of her cheek.

"I don't know what to do..but show me.”Her words came out confidently but you could hear the shyness in her tone, being rather afraid of taking that step ahead but she was willing to learn, and to help with however much she could.

Stu’s eyes darkened up, taking the sight of the kneeled female in front of him, the eager look on her face while she just watched his hand movements. Oh, how he wanted to corrupt her mind, her delicious and innocent mind. Mold her into the perfect and most obedient toy he could muster. But there was still..Billy.. In the way of that being a dream come reality.

"You entirely sure that you want to do that princess? Who knows where that has been before.”Billy tutted from behind the two, being the little bastard that he was, always taking any open opportunity to hit at Stu's ego which was supposed to be his partner in crime. Quite literally too.

Billy kept watching the situation with calculating eyes. He was the more calculated one in the group, always thinking up ahead of the situation before it happened, making sure the outcome came out as he wanted.

And right now, he just wanted to see how much they could push past some boundaries. Unlike in his relationship with Sidney, he was taking his time, molding up the girl to his own and Stu's expectations, seeing just how much they could go past her safe zone. Turn her into the perfect fuck toy, and maybe partner too.

If this one failed, hey, they could always find someone else. That’s how it's been for a while now. They were happy this way, at least their relationship was stable enough, with minimal couple fights. But a third partner into the whole fiasco..that was something he had to approve of.

Turning back his attention, Billy opted on taking a seat in the chair Stu previously mentioned, chin resting on top of his hands that rested on his knees, watching his blonde partner instruct the girl, her smaller fingers wrapped around his much bigger ones, while the two of them picked up the speed, kisses being shared along with mixing of moans and groans, the slicking sound becoming louder and louder while the bed cracked once in a while once the two moved the position to become more comfortable and less tense.

"So, just like this? I am not hurting you, right?”(Name) asked, her own two hands wrapped around Stu’s length, the blonde being on his back, head prompted on the multitude of pillows he had lying around, his hands covering his face while he wasn't shying back on being the loudest and filthiest in this partnership.

"Yeahhh, fuck. Just..just like that (Name). You could even squeeze a little. I won’t break.”Stu instructed, cracking one eye open to watch the girl determined face, tongue peeking out from between her lips while her thumb caressed the dripping tip. Just so clooose..so agonizing close. Until she leaned down to press the flat of her tongue against the tip making the male jump slightly and watch her behind half-lidded eyes.

(Name) gave some more innocent flicks of her tongue, leaning back to trace a fingernail against the pulsating vein, that was quite the push since the next second white liquid dripped down her fingers and soaked the bedsheets under them but she didn't stop, opting on pumping the male until he spent every last bit of himself. After all, he waited all day for this, right?

"Was that good enough?”She asked innocently, licking her lips only to give a proud smile, wiping her hand clean on the already ruined bedsheets, moving up to Stu once the male shifted his position to rest on his elbows, pressing a kiss against the female's lips before brushing another one against her forehead, mumbling how much he adored her even though they wouldn't push past that. For now.

"Now! Who wants to watch a movie?”The girl asked happily, fingers lacing together while she gave the two males an adorable look that neither of them could reject, making quick work of taking the girl downstairs to choose the movie and grab their beverages for the movie marathon.

Anything for the little princess. Maybe she could fit right into this whole ordeal. The two had to see how much she could handle before they would tell her the whole plan, get her involved in the movie, and maybe in the sequel.

Wouldnt that be right, (Name)? You wanna be in the sequel?

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Scream 1996 GIF (Billy&Stu)

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Idk man, the sexual frustration between those two the whole ass movie makes me giggle like a fangirl every time I rewatch the movie. A better love story than Titanic. (even tho I love that movie too :C )

GIFs are specially made for the next fanfic that I'll post tomorrow. kinda lime-ish if I do say so myself ;)

My GIFs are always safe to use! Proper credit tho C:

#scream 1996 #scream franchise #scream gif #scream movie #scream movie 1996 #billy loomis gif #billy loomis #stu macher #gif #stu matcher gif #poly ghostface #poly!ghostface #poly ghostface gif #poly!ghostface gif #i cant stop making gifs of em #skeet ulrich #matthew lillard

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Friendly Neighbour (PolyGhostface x FemReader)

Be warned this story contains: Blood, a lot, basically murder, mental ilness, lots of cursing, sexual content which might be disturbing to some readers

Fandom: Scream 1996

Pairing: Poly Ghostface x Reader (aka You)

The reader is female. Which means she/her or more like you in this story. I'll probably make a second part with a lime in there ;)

Also, excuse me for changing my gif's signature over and over. I decided to stick with my nickname :)

Enjoy!

-- How did all of this even begin with?

One hand fisted your (h/c) locks while another hand pushed up the bundled-up mess of what was ever left of your shirt...

If you could recall – or try to with how much the person behind your kneeled form, panted and bit down on the reddish skin...It all started when...

It was the day of this giant hit you’ve thought about for the last month or so. You see, you’re a killer, quite a skilled and badass one if you could call yourself that. You take a sick pleasure in collecting people for your much personal project. Take photos of them in their most vulnerable situation, being the puppeteer controlling their lives and motions however you pleased.

It just gave you the chill. The good one. Really. Most of the time you would target people that wronged you after you scratched off everyone from your ‘WANTED LIST. You booked out of the city that you lived in most of your life until your first kill. A first kill that turned into two, then three, then five, and so on.

It got addictive at one point. It felt like a drug that you couldn’t get rid of even if you wanted to. Even so, you couldn’t. Whenever you tried to take a break, the blood lust came back three times worse, making you push past the boundaries and walls you forged around yourself, for your protection..and others.

But now, your target was right in front of you. Casey Becker. Sweet, innocent, Casey. She stepped on your foot one too many times for your comfort. From little friendly gossip, to even mocking you right in front of the teacher. The final straw was when she decided to parade herself around the school halls, hand interlocked with the famous Stuart Matcher.

Your crush.

The crush she knew you had for a while now and were foolish enough to tell her about it in your innocent frenzy of trying to open another page in your book, to finally make friends, become outspoken and outgoing. You tried. Really. But that was it.

You sat in utter silence, watching Casey Becker waltz around her kitchen, pan in her hand. She was probably on her way to make some popcorn, perhaps a movie marathon on her own? Ohh! Wonder if it’s a horror!?

She was home alone, you checked that. Both her parents were out in town on some poor date, not knowing that before they left to have the time of their lives, it was the last time they would see their innocent daughter alive.

Your movements were quick, being this close to her kitchen to hear the popping of the popcorn she was so focused on. You struggled to keep your breath under control under the dark mask that you decided as a last-minute option. Hey, better be safe than sorry to have your face seen by anyone. The adrenaline kicked in the more you eyed Casey thru the window. Was she that dumb? Not getting any cold shivers down her spine or the sixth sense of a woman to tell her something was wrong? Looks like luck was on your side. An easy kill. Almost too easy. Get in, stab her.

Watch the life drain from her blue orbs while also moving her into one of the most grotesque scenarios your mind could forge. Take that photo. Such a nice trophy. But you would also take her man soon after too. Even if you heard about their little break-up, with Casey breaking Stu’s heart... Gods, since then you could barely sleep.

The itching craving into the back of your brain, to murder her for what a dumb bimbo blonde she was. Your train of thoughts was interrupted tho, and as much as your fingers eagerly spread over your (s/c) thigh, you had to refrain from getting some steam blown away from the mental images. If you could, even just having your eyes half-lidded, you could still get yourself off at the mental image of riding the world of those people. The disposable type of people. The garbage that sat in the sun for far too long and now smelt just awful, stomach-wrenching stench.

That type.

Now back to Casey, the girl jumped at the loud echoing into the room, that just made you groan, one hand resting against your forehead since you knew what that meant. Ghostface. The sick fuck that lately has been riding on your ass. Whenever you went or whoever you targeted or were this close to scribble in your handy book, he would kill them. Right before you.

As a sign to mock you. Someone that was a female, with breasts and quite the developed forms. Just to show you that you were still inferior to males. This person was a male, alright. You just knew it. You encountered each other a lot more times than fingers you had, could add some of your victims to spike up the numbers. Never one up for any verbal contact with your fellow killer neighbor but you just knew he was there.

A glint of silver caught your eye making you turn around from your kneeled position, eyes squinting to glance at the sliding glass door that Casey had, it was just on the other side of where you resided right now, and boy oh boy. It was quite the sight.

A man in a Ghostface mask and dark clothes held up a hand and waved at you, flashing back and forth the hunting knife that he always brandished in every kill that he's done. You could say there was a childish rivalry between you and that man. As much as a rivalry it could be when you two enjoyed killing people. You killed unorthodox ones, meanwhile, you were one hundred percent sure that Ghostface boy enjoyed just killing. No remorse. No mercy. Just hunt for the kill.

At this point, you were shaking, almost foaming at the mouth in a blind rage. How dare he!? How dare he sabotage this kill too?! Every god damn time! He would always appear out of thin air whenever you wanted to scratch off someone from the list of killings you wanted to make into this town.

Since Casey was pretty much dead by now and busy talking over the phone. You decided it was the time to make yourself disappear and hide any trace of even being present near the Becker household. But oh boy how the stars align for you tonight. You could feel your eyes sparkle in recognization. Present on a chair, all tied up and mouth duck tapped sat, Steve. The new boyfriend of dear Casey.

Was this a sign? A sign you could take your revenge on your neighbor killer? Taking a glance at the dark sky, you closed your eyes and whispered a prayer under your breath, grabbing your trusty knife only to step closer to Steve, a crazed smile forming on your lips. If he took your kill. You'll take one of his. An eye for an eye.

Not wasting any more precious time, the tip of your knife found itself home in Steve’s neck, pausing once loud shuffling feet noises and leaf's crunching sounds could be heard. Someone fast came your way, you couldn't say much, a sound of discomfort leaving out of your throat while a heavy body was thrown at your much shorter form, sending the two of your toppling on the grass, away from the sight of the back yard lights being turned on and Casey crying out about her boyfriend ending up being slaughtered like the pig he was.

Oh how you wished to see her eyes bulging out of their sockets, her pained screams of agony sounded like music to your ears. So much that you wished you could record them for later, something to get yourself on high and done. Just like that.

The person on top of you shielded the light, engulfing you into utter darkness. The male's mask pressed firmly into the side of your neck and you could swear you heard the person taking deep intakes of breath. Was he..was he sniffing you? Taking in your scent? You probably smelled like sweat, blood, and funny enough, like a bitch in heat, ready to raise its leg up and offer itself to the first predator that was up for the offer.

What was more shocking was the slight pressure between your legs and last time you checked you had a female reproductive system and not a hard and pulsating member. What..? This quite heavy and hard object probing at your clothed sex was an erection. And man judging by how it twitched and probably pulsated, its owner was heavily turned on.

A leather-clad clothed hand wrapped around your mouth, retaining any sound you could emit while long fingers dug into the skin of your cheeks with a middle finger getting rather adventurous and pressing against your lips, tracing them and even probing for access. Was he...Was he asking for permission? Your lips parted quickly, a sound between a moan and a gasp leaving them the second the male's finger made contact with your tongue. It tasted like blood. The iron scent makes your mind swim and cloud up with strange desires and different scenarios mixed in.

The male on top of you even had the guts to chuckle, watching you greedily suck on his finger, even daring to curl your own fingers into the black material of his robes, which oddly enough were drenched up but you didn't dare to question what they were soaked into. Even pushing your hips up was enough to reward you with a manly grunt. Yup, definitely male. You had the confirmation now because hey, in this household we don’t judge the gender of the person.

Just as you were about to succumb to the pleasure starting to form and coarse thru your body, mind already clouding up to reach that peak that could take you to another galaxy just for a few minutes, if so you pleased. And you were just starting to enjoy getting suffocated with some random guy's fingers down your throat. Maybe you were that kinky. Getting off to the idea of some stranger that you hated, having their way with you, to reach their own climax and use you like a ragdoll. Man, that was fucking hot. Just that idea. It was enough to have warmth pool into your lower belly, panties already soaking up with your juices.

A gurgling sound leaving your lips while drool dripped the side of your mouth, watching the male lean up from your form, hazy eyes taking in how he checked his fingers, wiggling them around and checking how thick your saliva coated his gloved fingers.”You’re one crazy bitch, aren't you? Getting off to this idea. I thought you were supposed to kill that blonde. Weren't you?”

A blonde? Who was he talking about – Your mind still swam around with the dark and dirty thoughts only to quickly move into a crouched position, cursing low under your breath and the wetness spreading over your ass cheeks. Another shit to fix up later.

Casey..where the fuck was Casey!? Your dark-clothed companion might’ve seen the distress spreading around your features because he grabbed your cheeks angrily, twisting your body around, one hand holding onto your cheeks while the other hand wrapped around your chest, holding you closer to a toned body.”Watch the scene baby. Bet you're mad that it isn't you, huh?" The voice whispered against your burning ear, sultry and whiskey tone laced into his words before he nuzzled you closer, body angling until he basically engulfed all your form while your (e/c) orbs jumped from left and right, until it caught the form of your prey.

Casey was dead, fighting off this much taller and bigger form of a human being, that kept plunging their blood dripping knife into her thoracic cavity, ultimately ending her life.

No! NO, NO, NO! Your mind screamed in anguish. It was your kill! You were supposed to be the one to take her life, to watch it slip between your fingers like the sand. Dammit! This stupid, blasted, neighbor killer!

It was all his fault -- Wait a damn second. If he was holding you...Who the fuck killed Casey?

It registered slow in your mind, body trashing and looking like you had a stroke, convulsing all over, looking like a wild beast that no one could tame. You were getting limp now, letting the adrenaline rush finally subdue, the realization finally sinking in.

There were two...

It wasn't just one, there were two. Now it all made sense why they always got before you! How they always got that sick and fucked up twisted personality and pleasure to have you rage at them every single time you met one. One would always keep you busy while the other did the slicing part. THOSE FUCKS!

"--hey. Yo, I think you fucked her up good man." A familiar voice startled you. Mind finally cleaning up enough to have you focus on the fact you were caged up. One man upfront, another one in the back, that tight grip still around your limbs incapacitating your movements.

"I didn't know what a bitch in heat, she is! You should've seen her, any minute now she would've probably begged me to let her take any peek under the cloak, man. She gets soaked up just at the thought. But enough chit-chat, she's coming back to her senses."

Were they talking about you? Judging by the tone of the guy still holding onto your form, he sounded more like the brains in this whole situation. So brains behind you, and handyman up in front. Fuck-tastic!

"Morning sunshine~, you had a nice mental breakdown? Caught you trying to slip ahead of us at the finish line, but lookie here. Guess who scored the girl, huh? Oh now, now, don't cry. C'mon, you don't want to ruin that pretty face right?" The one upfront commented, leather-clad fingers cradling your heated up cheeks. Cry? Like hell, you would. You probably had something stuck in your eye.

You wouldn't even dare to give them the satisfaction of seeing one drop of sweat or even a tear to be spilled! Not in this damn lifetime, at least."After all, I think we should be the ones to ruin that pretty face, huh? Get her fucked up for good, show who's in charge into this town."Mumbling behind you caught your attention to focus on the guy that still stood behind, now opting on moving but keeping an iron tight grip on your (dominant hand), making it unable for you to take into a sprint into the nearby forest and seek refugee there, hiding from those two psychos.

"Cat got your tongue? Some moments ago you were this close in shoving your tongue down my throat, babe. Now, where's that badass bitch from back then, huh? Not so taught anymore since you're cornered up like a stray alley cat?" Tugging on your immobilized hand, the male almost laughed at the face you made, fucking pathetic. Were they legit bullying you right now?

What were you supposed to do? Fighting one would've been a 50-50 chance in winning but now, they were two! Bloody hell. How didn't you even take that into accord? It was pretty obvious, one second someone it's up with you, the other, your victim is gurgling up into a pool of its own blood. You were pretty screwed. Dammit! Not today! Not now.

"Look, gentleman..." Biting on the inside of your cheek, you tried to put as much distance as you could between yourself and the two men, well, as much as you could with one of them legit keeping a vice grip on your hand. They were looking down at you like you were a mere child. Well, with how tall the both of them were...with those long limbs of theirs, blood dripping off the weapons they brandished, and the amount it probably soaked their clothes. Ohhh, the ideas it gave you.

"As much as I enjoy this rather ENTERTAINING conversation we are having. I think it's time for me to take my leave." You had to put emphasis on 'my leave' aka on your own, without a dude holding onto your hand like a toddle would with its mom.

"Yeah, the chica is pretty right. We should go, man, before the fams come back." Right as the tall smart ass said that you could see light's flickering on inside the house, Casey's parents were back and they totally found the house trashed up pretty badly, along with it almost lighting up in flames.

You couldn't remember much then catching a peek of the older woman, Casey's mother, starting to cry and look for her daughter before you were whisked away, carried like a potato sack inside the dense forest, with the two neighbor killers making small talk about finally settling a score with their favorite female killer.

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Ok so..can someone tell me those 2 shits ain't the same shit?? Like...I feel like it's inspired or something XD

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K, how tf i got over 400+ likes on this?¿

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multifandomwaifu · 2 years

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Scream 1996 (Sidney Prescott GIF)

The Final Girl that lived

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I keep on calling you babe

Why won't you answer me?

There's just one thing that I want

Your blood all over me

I'll break the door in, make my way in

I'm the killer, you're the victim

When you scream, it drives me nuts

If you hang up, I'll spill your guts

I hear you breathing, baby

Been chasing you all night

Think it'd be fun to see if you can make it through the night

And now you're screaming, baby

The calls are from inside

Are you the final girl? The one who makes it out alive Graveyardguy - Final Girl

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Can we just talk about the fact she turned her back on the killer? That's a number one mistake there girl.

Tho, I started watching the Scream series after I watched the TV Show and I was sold. This awesome sh!t was made on the same year I was born and oddly enough turned to be one of my favorite horror movies.

I might write for this series too XD

Gif's are made by your's truly:

Scream 1996, Min: 29:30 - 29:45

Also YES, you may use my GIF's, just properly credit me (:

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multifandomwaifu · 3 years

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𝔒𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭 𝔞𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔡, 𝔱𝔴𝔬 𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔭𝔰 𝔟𝔞𝔠𝔨 [ℭ𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔢 𝔵 ℜ𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯]

Picture from: @eokiva1 on twitter. Go and support the artist!

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!!!Story Contains : Angst, mention of blood and injuries! If you can't handle injuries or abusive terms, don't read!!!

Pairing: Childe aka Tartaglia [Ajax x Reader] , contains spoiler from the main story!

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(E/C) - Eye color

(Y/N) -Your Name

(H/C) -Hair Color

(S/C) - Skin Color

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Click. Clack. Click.

That annoying sound kept repeating over and over again for the past hour or so. Every time you pushed against this..this force! Every time you tried to strike first or take him by surprise, it was just like he could read your mind, deflecting each and every hit and strike, that smug smile plastered on his face, mocking, taunting you, haunting you probably for the rest of your life.

Click. Clack. Click.

His black heels echoed into the giant room that formed the Golden House which you resided in right now, this encounter could've been evaded if you weren't foolish enough, thinking you could go against a Harbinger. The Eleventh at most too!

How foolish of you. Maybe listening to Paimon would've been better. The little companion that was by your side since the very beginning of this adventure, in search of your missing sibling, all the events and all the quests you had to endure, the pain you went thru, the scarring, the physical and mental torture you had to endure, all alone...so alone.

No one knew all the shit you've been thru! All the pain, the sleepless nights, the pain and betrayal of your loved ones. A cough followed by a wheeze left your chapped and bloody lips, the warm and dark red liquid dripping down your chin, dripping on the cold floor that was drenched in your sweat, tears, blood, and water.

Your hand hovered over the bloodstained sword that was by your side, the fingers turning white with how tightly you held it, trembling, panting, eyes unfocusing while you took in rather grateful the little minutes that he gave you to rest. Injuries, cuts, and bruises littered the exposed skin of your arms, legs, and face, indications of what an intense battle this was. Blood soaked into your clothes, making them slick against your skin, a disgusted scoff leaving your lips. 'This will be a pain to clean..'

Click. Clack. Click

The sound of black heels caught your attention, one eye closed, swollen, ready to burst into a show of yellow, green, and purple colors, showing just how injured you were. Blood trickled down from your hairline, making your sight slightly blurry but you could see through the hazy gaze, the male was approaching at a slow pace, his red cape flowing elegantly while the two weapons were in his arms swirled with power, water cascading and enveloping his fingers. If you weren't terrified of the power in front of you, you could've complimented the scene, it was magnifique! So mesmerizing.

"My, my, are you tired yet, little rabbit?" The way he mockingly looked down at you, that arrogant and superior aura that was meaning thru every pore of his. It irked you. So, so much! So much you wished looks could kill! Burning holes into his face wasn't enough to stop that sadist side of his from slipping past his usual calm and childish demeanor.

"No, not one bit. Just taking in some breaths! You don't have to pity me. Just give me five more minutes and I'll cut up that pretty face of yours!" Your words definitely didn't hold as much power as you wanted, slightly shaking and taking deep breaths to calm your aching and speeding heart, the male leaning closer until his shoes were in your view, eyes trailing up his long legs, past his clenched hands only to close your eyes, waiting for that fatal blow. One to knock you out cold or take you out of this misery.

But no, his cold gloved fingers cradled your heated cheeks, squeezing on the flesh until your lips puckered up, eyes opening in shock once you could feel one of his blades slicing slowly, so agonizingly slowly, skin rupturing under the sharp blades, blood dripping down and mixing with the water circling it, while his blue orbs, those damn blue orbs stared into your (e/c) ones.

"What?" You asked in retaliation, a weak sound leaving your slightly parted lips once he probed the cut he made, hands shaking while your fingers loosened its grip on the sword, taking a minute for your brain to process what he was doing. What was he doing? Taking you as a weakling? Probably to mock you more since you were unable to strike, even now, when he was so dangerously close to you. "Every time we meet, I can't help but love that fear blooming in your eyes, the way you tremble under my power. Look at you! I could end you (Y/N)! I could end it all! Bring your head to the others! Raise myself in my ranks! But no..! I cou—" He took a shaky breath, his grip becoming more softly and carrying, his other hand was stroking down your wild (h/c) locks, the weapons discarded at one point but you were too struck by this scene to even bother where the hell he sent his weapons.

"I couldn't..." He started again, shifting his position on his knees to be at eye level with you. Blue staring into frightened (e/c) ones, his caresses making you become slightly drowsy, eyelids growing heavy, was the adrenaline rush leaving you? No, you can't fall asleep now! What was this guy just babbling about? One second he was this close to end you, now he was here, letting his own clothes soak up into the blood and sweat you shed, no remorse evident in his eyes or his posture but his words were growing quite faint in your ears. The blood loss was making itself present.

"You know why I couldn't do that? Why do we always meet and I never take that leap to give the final strike?" Your breath hitched at that, the only working eye right now looking at him, scanning his perfect face, words caught in your throat once your senses were invaded by his scent, cinnamon, salty water, and something else.. Was he hugging you? His right hand moved from your injured cheek to wrap around your waist, moving you until he could hoist you up, chuckling at the weak sound you made, shifting position in his hold, staring blankly up at him and his actions only to have a red hue spread on your (s/c) cheeks. What was this madness? What he intended to do.

"I can't help it, truly, I've been trying too but since that day, the first time our swords met, I couldn't stop thinking about you. You're so..intoxicating! Like a drug I can't get enough of. So maybe, you could come and visit me more, if you please, once you patch yourself up."His tongue licked at a lone drop of blood dripping down his cheek from your own bloodied mess, fingers curling into the plump skin of your legs, taking in the sight in his arms and you could swear, it was a sight he enjoyed. The bloody bastard was enjoying this! Hurting, manipulating, pulling your string, just to act all affectionate like this at the end. This wasn't the first time you two encountered, you always came weekly to fight against him, the more power flew into you, the stronger he got, the more he dominated you in battle, it was infuriating!

You could easily dominate him, if so you had the powers back then, you would wipe that smug smirk he wore right now, his shoes clicking on the floor while he bought you to the entrance of the Golden House.

Click. Clack. Click

His strong arms moved you around, leaving you to use the entrance door as support to rest your body on it, Paimon was on the other side, being stuck and unable to reach you despite how much the little fella tried to reach you. Paimon was probably worried sick, she would throw a tantrum at the sight of the bloodied and bruised mess you were.

Tartaglia did a number on you this time. As you use the door, reaching for the handle and turning your back on the enemy, a huge and grave mistake, you thought but silly you weren't ready for two hands trapping your smaller body against the door, fingers hovering over the handle while your eyes widened in fear. Did he change his mind? Would he give that fatal blow finally? Your mind was running a mile per second right now, everything stopping in time once a wet appendance touched the back of your neck, blood-freezing cold at the touch while you let out a weak moan.

What a submissive sound that was. The embarrassment was swallowing you up right now, a little hiss-like sound going thru your clenched together teeth, shifting your body despite its protest of how injured you had gotten. You turned around a little to glance at the male, watching how he made a sound of approval at the taste of blood, your blood. He was smearing it on his lips like lipstick, keeping that intense eye contact until he licked the tip of his covered thumb and smacked his lips with approval, the little smirk creeping on his lips right after while you shuddered. "W-Why..why you did that!!?"Staring at him, you couldn't control the emotions you felt right now, not liking how he was playing with your feelings, this whole tornado of emotions was enough to swallow you, everything this psycho did to you today, was enough to make you crash down and surrender.

"What? That? A little taste, just until you come back next week. You promised me a rematch weekly, right? Then, show me, comrade, show me how strong you can get until our next visit." Giving a slow wave and bow, the male turned on his heels to go back inside the Golden House, the echoing of those blasted shoes of his was all you heard until your body crashed into the door behind you, opening it with the last bit of strength you had.

Paimon floating right next to you once she spotted that you were back only to become shocked and try to help you, noticing just now how badly you got injured but she couldn't help but ask what's with that blush on your cheeks.

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