#I wanna know what story sid’s telling

[tapesfrom1980]

dating louis partridge would include..

-london dates. absolutely

-louis loves his city and knows it inside out, he will take you to EVERY spot he knows (if you aren’t from london or unfamiliar with it)

-vice versa, when he visits the US you’ll show him all the places you could visit during his trip

-making fun of each others accents

-“bottah o wota 🤓”

-“oh yeah? howdy partner! gonna rustle up some grub?”

-“i’m not even from the south you idiot!”

-teaching each others lingo

-“why do you call them chips?”

-“why do you call them french fries? you’re not even french”

-“if you call french fries chips, what do you call actual chips?”

-“crisps!”

-visiting him on set <3

-taking pictures of him in his character costume and making him pose

-“oh you look so precious lord tewkesbury”

-he gets all blushy and pretends to hate it

-despite his multiple kissing scenes with millie, you and her are great friends

-“oh y/n, i am so happy to see you on set again! it’s been ages!”

-“oh don’t mind me right here ladies”

-you loved his look as sid, he was a little hesitant about the hair at first but with some flirting and compliments he ended up really liking it

-while you weren’t a big fan of the role itself, he looked incredibly handsome and keeping your hands off of him was more difficult than you thought, especially the scene with him shirtless in a cowboy hat

-“like what you see?”

-“oh please, calm yourself”

-“don’t act like i haven’t seen you yearning for me to kiss you this whole time”

-he was the cockiest little shit when he knew his effect on you

-“whatever”

-(louis is definitely not the jealous type, this is for my delulu girls including myself)

-he’s always liked to be touchy with you at all times, but when you’re at a red carpet with him / premiere or generally just in public and he can tell guys are wanting to talk to you, he’ll kiss you basically every minute

-“y/n, knock knock”

-“who’s there?”

-*smooch*

-you pretend not to know what he’s doing, but it makes the butterflies in your stomach go crazy

-he’ll have his arm around you 24/7

-one time when a guy had the confidence to come talk to you while louis was talking to a castmate, he was over in a flash.

-“hey babe! who’s this?”

-“we’ll i’m-

-“oh yeah! anyways, y/n, we have that date for 7:00 tonight. i got us a hotel room for after too. they even have a jacuzzi, can you believe that?”

-the guy had long gone rolled his eyes and walked away

-“you have nothing to worry about louis, trust me”

-“thank y-

-“i specifically told all my secret boyfriends not to come talk to me so you don’t have to see them”

-“haha.”

-PASSIONATE KISSES !!!!!!! (!!!)

-this man will grab your face and kiss you and pull you as close as possible to him

-another classic, he’ll put his hands on your waist and trace his finger tips around it during a deep makeout session

-he KNOWS his effect on you and will take every chance possible to make you flustered

-coming to his model events, who wouldn’t?

-it gets so difficult for him sometimes, he has to ignore his girlfriend in the audience who is silently cheering like crazy and blowing kisses

-you like to bring him bouquets of flowers each time and he loves it, it makes him feel appreciated. especially with how many times he had been rejected as a model for his height (true story, isn’t that crazy??)

-weekend getaways on weeks he isn’t too busy, you go out to a different area each time usually just the two of you

-even when he’s extra busy, he’ll try to still make room for at least a saturday. he doesn’t wanna lose the special connection you have

-he is such a sweetheart. such a sweetheart

-he was raised to be a gentleman and it SHOWS

-if you guys are outside and paparazzi or fans get too rough, he won’t hesitate to raise his voice at them. it’s one thing to overwhelm him, but his girlfriend? never in a million years would he allow that

-same with backlash from fans, he doesn’t care if they don’t “like” your relationship and he’ll publicly speak out about the backlash if it gets too much

-candid pics!!

-he loves taking candid pics of you when he thinks you look pretty (basically every hour of the day)

-tons of polaroid / film photos

-he has them hung up and has his favorite one of you together in his wallet so he can always have you near him

-when you wake up and have bed hair, when you’re doing your skincare / makeup, when you’re eating etc

-he loves buying you outfits or accessories and seeing you in them, especially jewelry

-he never gets you ring finger rings, he wants to get you one when it’ll be only ring you’ll ever wear for the rest of your time

-he’s the best

#tapesfrom1980 #louis partridge #viscount tewksbury #louis partridge x reader #lord tewksbury #louis partridge x y/n #tewksbury x reader

[kaylinlmfao]

Fuck you

Type of piece(s): imagine, oneshot, drabble, series

Type(s) of writing: smut, angst, fluff, dark

Pairing(s): dom!yandere!ghostface!billy loomis x shy!sarcastic!sub!fem!reader x dom!yandere!ghostface!sidney prescott

Warning(s): non con/rape, dub con, knife play, overstimulation, murder, blood, swearing, violence, mommy kink, daddy kink, dacryphilia, blood kink, dirty talk, nipple play, praise kink, slight public sex, innocence kink, reader goes into sub space, choking, hairpulling, fingering (r receiving), face sitting (sidney receiving), floor sex, hate/angry sex, drugging, ownership kink

Summary: when reader finds out that her best friends are the ones who killed her parents and Tatum & Stu, reader feels more hate towards them than ever. But all they've ever felt is obsessed with her. So they keep her with them forever

A/N: this is my first fic and of course its dark as shit so beware. Give me some much needed feedback and let me know how y'all feel! (I listened to Teddy Bear & Tag You're It by Melanie Martinez for the beginning and Shameless by Camila Cabello during the smut scene. Just if you want, it helps make the story more vivid and lucid)

(Pics from Pinterest)

"Tate? Ready to go?" I yell up the stairs. "You're taking a trillion years Tatum!" "One sec!" She calls back down. "Jesus, Tate! Its just a party, not prom. Sid, come back me up!" "Tate, hurry up." Sidney says without even looking over so used to our arguing. I turn when I hear footsteps thudding down the stairs, Tatum ready to go. "Finally!" I groan, grabbing her hand to pull her out the door, where Dewey has been waiting in the car for like 30 minutes now. "Wait! How do I look, Y/N?" "Gorgeous, as always. Even if you show up in a ratty old house dress, you'd still look gorgeous. So I don't understand why you need an hour to get ready."

Tatum gives me a kiss on the lips as Sid walks over. "Its called preparation, Y/N." Tatum and I weren't dating but we've been best friends since kindergarten. We've kissed as friends since we were 13. Some of her boyfriends had a problem with it, but Stu didn't care. He knew Tatum and I were besties, nothing more. As we walked out the door, I didn't notice Sidney glaring at Tate in anger and jealously while we held hands.

We pulled into the street across from Stu's house as Dewey climbs out and opens the door for Sid. I slide out after her and Tate after me. "Be careful. I'll be over here, talking to Gale and looking around, ok?" "Yeah, ok Dewey boy." Tatum says, dragging me inside where Stu was greeting people at the door. "Y/N! Welcome to my humble castle." "Seriously Stu, don't put any effort into the theatrics." I smile, giving him a side hug as Tate and Sid walks in and I stay with Stu, greeting people as they walk in.

"Hey, Y/N! I'm going to grab a beer, you want one?" Tatum asks. "No, that's alright. Thanks anyways. Be careful." I tell her, turning back to continue my conversation with Stu about the recent kills that have been happening in Woodsboro. About 5 minutes later, Billy pops out of nowhere at the door. "Jesus Christ Billy boy. I'm gonna get you a cow bell or something so you can't sneak up on me anymore." I laugh, smiling and giving him a hug as I go to find Sid and Tate. "Hey Sid, have you seen Tatum anywhere?" "Um, no I haven't. You wanna come upstairs and breathe in peace without any screaming or anything?" "Sure" I say, bounding up the stairs.

I take a nice big deep breath as I flop down onto Stu's parents bed. "Thanks Sid. You always seem to know exactly what I need before I even know I need it." "I know babydoll. Its what I'm here for." I blush ay the nickname and just laugh it off. I can't help but get flustered at how she stands between my legs and looks down at me. No. I'm single and I'm not looking to mingle. I sit up quickly, looking up at Sidney. "Well thanks again Sid. I needed this but I should probably go downstairs, finish the movie, find Tate, y'know?" "Hmm" she nods. As I stand up, I realize she hasn't backed up. We're so close I can feel her everywhere, our lips inches apart. "Well, bye Sidney!" I call, bounding out the door.

So that was weird. I'll just find Tate and finish the movie. "Hey, Randy! Where is everyone?" I question him as I walk into the living room, seeing it empty. "Oh there was this phone call about Principal Himbry has been killed and is hanging from a football post or something." I jump onto the couch next to him. "You think its true?" I ask. "Maybe. I don't really care though. I just wanna finish the movie." "Alright." I nod, standing. "Where ya going?" "To find Tatum or Billy or Sid or Stu. I'll be right back." Randy's head jerks to look at me. "Kidding Rand. Kinda." "Jesus, Y/N." I laugh as I walk up the stairs to see if Tate and Stu are fucking in a room somewhere like they usually are.

I open the door to Stu's bedroom and walk in with my hand covering my eyes, just in case. "Stu? Tatum? Y'all in here." Suddenly, I hear a loud slicing sound and a gargled shout. "Y/N!" I move my hand and see the Ghostface killer in the mask and Sid laying stabbed on the bed. "Oh shit." I say, turning and running as the killer bounds over the bed towards me. "Motherfucker! I'm too young to die! Shit! Ow! Fuck you, you fucking bitch!" I scream as I run around the house, locking door and creating obstacles along the way. "I am way too out of shape for this shit! Can I have a headstart? Bitch! Randy! Stu! Billy! Tatum? Anybody? Fuck!"

I run into a room with a window and I lay the ironing board across the bottom of the door. "Asshole" I say, clamoring out of the window. I feel someone grab my shoulder as they try to pull me back in. "Bitch!" I yell, jumping as I swing my fist back, hitting them in the face. I groan as I roll off of the boat and land on the concrete. I look up at the garage door and scream and choke out a sob as I see my childhood best friend hanging, dead, from the garage door. I stand back up as I run to the news van parked outside. I bang on the door as the camera man, Kenny opens it and I climb in, slamming the door behind me. I look at the cameras set up and I see Ghostface creeping up behind Randy, preparing to stab him.

"Fuck! Move Randy! Move!" "Move kid!" Kenny jumps out of the van to go inside but I notice the front door is open. I watch the footage of the killer running outside, leaving Randy. "Shit! He's-" I'm cut off with a slicing sound as blood spurts from Kenny's neck. I scream and let out a string of curse words as I clamor out the back hole of the news van. I glance around, not seeing the killer but I see Dewey. "Dewey! Randy! He's inside! The killer is gone and I don't know where he went!" I yell, chest heaving, exhausted. "I knew I should've stayed home." The adrenaline is beginning to fade as I see Dewey walk out of the house. "Dewey! Did you-" I see a knife sticking out his back as he calls out, "run!" Before he collapsed. I see the killer standing behind him, pulls the knife out of Dewey's back and starts bolting towards me.

I start running again even though I want to lay down and cry. But I won't. I pick up speed as I think of my parents, who were also killed by Ghostface. I think about my sister, who is at home waiting for me. I think of Sidney, Billy, Tatum, Randy, and Stu. All for the people I love. After a few minutes, I slow to catch my breath and I see the van lights flashing. I wave my hands around and Gale swerves off of the road. What the fuck? I can drive better than that. Oh shit. Randy. He's still in the house. I start running back already on the brink of passing the fuck out. "Oh Randy. You better thank me for this later. I've never run this much except for the time where that big ass dog was chasing me."

I stop up at the porch and grab Dewey's gun out of his pocket, turning the safety off and pointing it as Randy and Billy come out of different directions. "Oh fuck, Y/N. We've gotta get the fuck outta here! I found Tatum and I think Billy killed her." "No I didn't, Y/N! You know me. Baby, give me the gun." He says, shoving Randy out of the way. "Back the fuck up Billy or I swear to God, I will blow your brains all over this front yard. You too Randy." They both start blabbering at once and I can't focus. "Fuck you both!" I say, slamming the door in their faces. They both continue banging on the door. "Go away! Please leave me alone." I shout, sliding down against the door, burying my head in my knees.

"Y/N?" I hear Sid ask before she tumbles down the stairs. "Oh shit. Sid, you're bleeding! Are you ok?" I ask, running over to help her. She hobbles to the door and holds her hand out. "Give me the gun. It's ok Y/N. I'm here now." I pass the gun slowly to her, no hesitation. That was my final mistake of the night. She opens the door and Randy comes flying in. "Holy shit. Billy's gone mad!" "We all go a little mad sometimes." Sidney turns with a smirk on her face as she shoots Randy in the shoulder. "Oh fuck." Randy says before he falls. "Sidney? What the fuck?" I yell, running over to help Randy seeing he's unconscious.

I turn and I start to run away before running straight into Billy's chest. "Billy please, help me!" He just looks down at me before pulling a voice changer and talking into it. "Surprise, Y/N." I look back at Sidney, who looks at me like what are you gonna do? Bitch. This is what the fuck I'm gonna do. I shove Billy out of my way and I run to the kitchen. Suddenly, Sidney pops out and points the gun at me. "Woah. Woah. Calm down there princess." I back slowly towards the counter. "You fucking bitches. Oh Jesus Chris. I'm so stupid. This is all my fault. My fault."

"Honestly, sweetheart. It is. We killed all these people for you. All for you. Your parents." I choked back a cry. "Your Tatum." Sidney adds. I let out a sob. "Why? What did I do to you?" "Well, princess. You hated your parents, so we got rid of them for you." "But I love Tate." "No! You don't love her. You love us." She told me, picking up the knife from Billy and tracing it down my cheek. The adrenaline from the nights events is wearing off and I begin to actually register what I've done. What I've seen. Sidney stands in front of me and Billy has his head on her shoulder.

"Why? Why me?" "Because we love you, sweetheart" I break down for the first time that night, falling into Sidney's arms as I sob. "Get away from me. Leave me alone. Please!" I start to hyperventilate as I think of Tatum and my parents being brutally murdered. And it was all my fault. My fault that Dewey was stabbed. My fault Randy was shot. I fall to my knees, sobbing. I'm having a panic attack. I haven't had one this bad since I got the news my parents were found. "In and out. In and out. Come on, Y/N. Breathe. In and out." I hear Tatum's voice guiding me as I calm myself.

I stand, looking at the two people who sat with me after my parents died, comforting me, helping me through it when in reality, it was them who caused it. All the pain I feel. It was them. I don't see friends anymore. I see targets. I grab a knife off of the counter and feel it in my hand. Can I really kill them? I love them. But not as much as I love Tatum. Or mom and dad. I don't see Billy so tackle Sid and pin her. Who knew wrestling would come in handy. I pin the knife to her neck and look at her. She's so much prettier up close. "You won't do it, baby girl. You can't." I press the knife down harder as she stares into my eyes.

"Do it."

I raise the knife then drop it with a loud groan of frustration. "Why can't I do it?" I ask myself. I feel myself being suddenly jerked back and something cold being pressed on my black short dress and breasts. "Because you love this. You love all of it. I bet if I stuck my hand down your dress, your panties would be soaked. Sidney, would you like to check?" "Hmm" she nodded, sticking her hand up my dress and brushing them over my pulsing pussy. "Soaked, Billy." I whimper as Billy slits my dress in half, Sidney ripping it off. I realize the position I'm in. I'm straddling Sidney and Billy is holding a knife off to my left.

I'm left in my black bra and panties set and my thigh high stockings. "These fucking stockings, pretty girl. Everyday, you wear these stupid fucking stockings and everyday, I wanna fuck the shit outta you every time I see you in them." I let out a soft whine as I hear Billy's words and I feel Sidney's thumb circling my clit slowly through my underwear. Suddenly, I'm flipped over on my back on the floor and Sidney's by my head, sticking her fingers down the back of my throat. Then, Billy comes up towards my face and I see his cock. That won't fit inside me. In my mouth or my pussy. "Suck it like a slut." He orders as I take his dick in my mouth as to avoid him getting angry.

I moan around his cock as I feel Sid's fingers slide deep inside my cunt, deeper then mine could reach. I suck harder on Billy's dick as he begins thrusting, hitting the back of my throat and groaning at the feeling of me gagging around his dick. Sidney starts pistoning her fingers in and out of my pussy so fast that I reach down to grab her fingers to slow her down. "Oh now now baby doll. You were doing so good for mommy and daddy. Move your hands." Sid commands, slapping my hands away as she continues pistoning her fingers quickly, in and out.

"Fuck" Billy groans as something goes down my throat. "Swallow." I swallow obediently and look up innocently at Billy. "So good for daddy and mommy baby." My pussy clenches harder around Sidney's fingers as I arch my back and let out a loud moan as I cum for the first of many times tonight. "Good girl." Billy comes and trades places with Sidney as Sidney comes to straddle my face. Billy starts rubbing the tip of his cock against my cunt as he starts to push his dick inside my dripping pussy. It won't fit. It won't fit. I'm a virgin! But then he pushes himself all the way in to the hilt as I let out a scream.

He reaches up and chokes me, not enough to where I can't breathe, but just enough to where I reach that fuzzy feeling and drift off into subspace and stopped screaming. Sidney begins riding my face and making out with Billy as he thrusts in and out of my cunt so hard, I see stars and a quickly approaching 2nd orgasm. I let out a cry as I cum for the second time. Shortly after, Sidney comes and I drink all of her juices like a good girl. Sidney sits back and watches and plays with my nipples as Billy's dick disappears in and out of my pussy, his cock coated in red from my blood. Billy pinches my pulsing clit, hard as I cum for a third time.

"Please! No more! No more! Can't take anymore daddy, mommy. Fuck, please no more." "Oh come on, princess. Be a good girl and give mommy and daddy one more. One more. Then you can suck. Ok?" Sidney says as I come again, my eyes rolling back into my head, my hoarse voice screaming mommy and daddy, the tears streaking down my cheeks, all sends Billy over the edge. "We fucking own you. You fucking belong to us, Y/N." Billy groans out. After Billy pulls out of my dripping wet cunt with a mixture of my cum, his cum, and my blood, Sidney cradles me in her lap and let's me suck on her nipple, praising me while Billy goes to get something. I'm not registering anything that's happening except for the good girls and the I'm so proud of yous.

"Good girl. You're mommy's good girl, aren't you Y/N? Mommy's so proud of you. You were so good for mommy and daddy." Billy leans down and gives Sidney a quick kiss. Sidney leans down and kisses me, slipping her tongue in my mouth along with a little pill. "Mommy? What was that?" I asked, starting to feel sleepy. "Just something that will help us to bring you home easier." "Mommy? Daddy?" "Yes, princess?" They say in unison. I bury my head into Sidney's breasts as I mumble two words.

"Fuck you"

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#yandere billy loomis #yandere stu macher #stu macher #stu matcher x reader #stu matcher fluff #stu matcher imagine #stu matcher x you #stu and billy #billy loomis #scream 1996 #randy meeks #tatum riley #billy loomis x reader #sidney prescott #yandere sidney Prescott #gale weathers #dewey riley #scream #scream movies #sx #C #scream franchise #scream 6 #scream series #scream vi #billy loomis fluff #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #billy loomis imagine #billy loomis fanfiction #stu macher fluff

[topperscumslut]

Broken (Randy Meeks x Fem!Reader with Vaginismus)

PLEASE READ: Guys I’m super proud to announce I’ve written my first vaginismus friendly smut (with none other than Scream’s Randy Meeks)!!!!! For those of you that don’t know, vaginismus is a disorder where the pelvic floor muscles involuntary contract which makes vaginal (and often anal) penetration painful at best and impossible at worst. This is a condition I’ve struggled with for YEARS and have used reading and writing smut with penetration to cope and live out those fantasies that I can’t have irl (I’ve recently started treatment and am about to start pelvic floor physical therapy so hopefully I can have sex with my long distance gf this summer lol). I wanted to write this for my fellow AFABs with vaginismus (or really anyone who’s interested in reading it and/or learning more) and I just watched the newest Scream movie and have started hyperfixating on the whole franchise again and am FERALLY horny for Randy so um… here this is ig?

Description: Sidney, Billy, Tatum, and Stu are talking about their sex lives which makes Randy and Y/N feel a bit insecure due to being the virgins of the group… though the reason runs a bit deeper for Y/N. (Also the murders don’t happen in this story which means Maureen Prescott is alive and well and since yk cause and effect therefore Sidney doesn’t have issues with intimacy like she does in the film so her and Billy are sexually active so um ya) Randy and reader are clearly in love with each other but everyone can tell but them lol.

Content/warnings: both smut and fluff (kinda hurt/comfort). mentions of penetration but none included. mentions of vaginismus. handjobs and coochie touching (how tf else do i describe it cuz it’s not fingering???). oral (both AFAB and AMAB receiving). innocence kink, hair pulling, slight begging. Randy worshipping your body lmao. not proofread cuz it’s 6am.

Word count: 2k

It was a normal day at Woodsboro High School, just six best friends talking and laughing as per usual; Sidney laying in Billy’s lap, Stu with his arm around Tatum, and you and Randy sitting awkwardly off to the side, both oblivious to the way you’re mutually trying to move oh so subtly closer to each other to the point that Randy’s body is nearly touching yours.

“Hey, Tate,” Sidney speaks up, “where were you guys last night? The four of us went out and tried to reach you two but didn’t get an answer.”

“Stu and I were… busy,” Tatum says with a blush, biting her lip.

“Oh yeah we were!” Stu laughs, pulling Tatum closer and sticking his tongue out teasingly.

“Oh God, gross,” Randy groans, rolling his eyes.

“Hey, it’s no biggie, right Sid?” Billy flinches as Sidney lightly hits his arm at his comment, now blushing herself. “It’s natural, we all do it. It’s not our fault you’re a virgin-”

“C’mon Billy, don’t be a dick,” Tatum sighs, “Randy’s just a little more shy than the rest of us. Nothing wrong with that.”

No one had picked up on the fact that you had been uncomfortably silent this whole conversation. No one but Randy at least.

“I-I should probably get going, you guys,” you mutter, picking up your stuff and turning to walk away, attempting to hold back the tears forming in your eyes. “Don’t wanna be late to class. See you guys later?”

“Yeah, see you later Y/N!” Tatum says with a sweet smile before turning to the others after you’d left. “What the hell was that about?”

Randy was wondering the same thing, which is why he went out of his way to find you after class while the others met up at Tatum’s locker.

“Hey, Y/N, wait up!”

“Oh, hey Randy!” you smile at your crush, pleasantly surprised to see him, “what’s up?”

“I, uh, just wanted to check in on you. You seemed a little off today at lunch. You okay?”

“Yeah…” you reply, though your tone of voice betrays you and Randy can see your demeanor become more closed off. “I’m all good.”

“Okay, cool,” Randy says, not quite believing you but also not wanting to pry. “Do you wanna come over to my place for a bit?”

You blush a bit, excited at the fact that Randy wanted to spend more time with you one on one. “Yeah, I’d really love that!”

You sit in silence for a couple minutes in the car. Usually with Randy the silence is more comfortable rather than awkward, but not today, as he could tell that there was something wrong.

“Look, I know it gets a little awkward when they talk about the sex stuff, particularly Stu with how vulgar he gets. Trust me, I get it, especially being the only virgin of the group,” he says with a forced, shameful smile.

“Yeah, about that…” you sigh awkwardly, nervously scratching your neck.

“Wait, what?”

You shake your head. “Nevermind. Forget it.”

“No, tell me Y/N,” Randy replies, sheepishly placing a hand on your knee which activates something inside of you. “What’s up, for real this time?”

“Well…” you trail off, slightly shocked that you’re getting into this with your best friend who happens to double as the boy of your dreams. “I’m a virgin too, you know.”

“Very funny, Y/N,” Randy chuckles, brushing off your comment.

You laugh a bit in response. “What, is that so shocking? You calling me a slut, Meeks?”

“Oh my God, no! I didn’t mean to-” Randy stutters turning beet red, “I mean, fuck… you’re gorgeous. I would’ve never thought… I’m sorry.”

“Hey, I was just joking, don’t worry! I didn’t actually think you were saying that,” you giggle. “And seriously, have you ever seen me talk about sex with the rest of them?”

“I guess not, now that you mention it…” Randy shakes his head. “But I guess I just figured that was because unlike the others you aren’t in a relationship. I just never imagined you would- I mean look at me, it’s kind of obvious, but look at you,” Randy can hardly keep his eyes on the road as he turns to admire you, his gaze lingering on your lips. “I mean, surely you’ve had the chance.”

“I mean I have, and it’s not that I haven’t done some things, it’s just…” you shake your head.

“Hey, s’okay,” Randy says, slowly rubbing circles on your knee with his thumb, causing a growing wetness between your legs and butterflies in your stomach, “you don’t have to tell me anything you don’t want to.”

“No, I think I actually do want to. It’s just I have this… condition.” Randy’s eyebrow quirks up in curiosity. “I just, I can’t have sex. Or, well, not sex sex, as society thinks of it. The muscles down there just… tense up. Nothing can go in. So no sex, no fingering, no tampons. It’s fucking miserable.” You laugh uncomfortably, trying to lighten the mood. “Oh my God, I can’t believe I’m telling my guy best friend about my broken vagina!”

“Hey!” Randy speaks up, “don’t say that. You’re not broken. And any guy who’s bothered by this condition is a piece of shit who doesn’t deserve you.”

“I know, I guess. It’s just hard, when the others talk about their great, perfect sex lives all the time and I just feel like I’m sort of defective. And even you, I mean, sure you haven’t had sex but you’re at least physically capable of it.”

“Yeah, just not socially,” Randy chuckles. “Not one girl wants to have sex with me.”

“Or more, the one that does physically can’t,” you mutter under your breath.

“What was that?” Randy asks, locking eyes with you as he pulls into the driveway.

“N-nothing,” you stutter, taken aback as he leans over and presses his lips to yours.

You’re a bit shocked at first, albeit in a good way, but soon grasp what’s happening and passionately kiss him back, knotting your hands in his hair and lightly pulling which causes him to moan softly in your mouth. He pulls away, a string of saliva connecting you.

“I don’t care if I can’t be inside of you. You’re perfect the way you are, and you’re not broken. Fuck anyone who says otherwise. I don’t give a shit what we can or can’t do, I’m going to make you feel so good,” he looks down sheepishly, surprised at his sudden confidence, “with your consent, of course.”

You roll your eyes playfully. “Of course I consent, doofus! Have you seriously not noticed me nearly soaking through my panties for you for months now?”

“In that case,” Randy says, giving you another small peck. “You’re mine tonight.”

He leads you into his house where luckily his family is gone, opening the door for you with a “m’lady,” which makes you giggle and blush before taking your hand and leading you up to his bedroom.

“Just tell me if there’s anything you don’t want to do, and stop me if you feel uncomfortable, mkay?” Randy asks, running his hands up and down your body and you nod.

You couldn’t help but find yourself attracted to Randy’s innocence. Sure, you were technically a virgin, but had done other stuff with guys before, most of which who left because you wouldn’t (or more, couldn’t) put out. But Randy on the other hand had never even been touched by a woman before. Something about that was incredibly sexy.

He looks at you for permission to which you nod before he pulls your shirt up over your head, admiring your breasts in your lacy bra. You unhook your bra as Randy talks off his own shirt and takes in the beautiful sight of your bare chest, eyes widening.

“Oh my fucking God…” he whispers, awestruck by your voluptuous breasts, taking them into his hand and lightly pinching your nipples, making you whine in pleasure.

Randy meets your eyes with a newfound confidence you’ve never seen in him before. “You’re so fucking horny for me, aren’t you babygirl?”

You nod sheepishly, blushing. “I need you so badly Randy.”

He takes your left breast into his mouth, swirling his tongue around your nipple which draws a couple lewd moans out of your mouth before switching to the right one. This continues for a couple moments before you pause him.

“Randy, stop,” you say, pulling his mouth away from your tits.

“What’s up?” he asks, saliva hanging from his lips, “did I do something wrong?”

You shake your head. “No. It’s just you deserve to feel good too.”

“O-okay,” he mutters shyly as you start to unbuckle his belt and pull his pants down before removing your own, leaving you both in your underwear.

You start to palm him through his patterned boxers, eliciting soft groans of ecstasy from him.

“That feel good?” you ask.

“Y-yes,” Randy sighs, head falling back in pleasure. You look at him for permission before unleashing his cock from his boxers and slowly massaging the length of it as he bites his lip from the sensation.

“F-fuck, more,” he moans as you speed up.

“If you insist,” you say with a smirk, taking him into your mouth and sucking lightly.

You begin to take him deeper into your throat, generously licking and sucking his shaft as he moans and whimpers with pleasure. He wraps his fingers in your hair, gently tugging which only arouses you more. Due to his inexperience, it isn’t long before he cums down your throat with a loud moan of relief.

“Holy fuck,” Randy pants. “You were amazing at that. Now if you don’t mind, it’s my turn to return the favor,” he says with a cheesy wink.

Randy kisses his way up and down your body before focusing once again on your plentiful chest, licking and sucking your tits which causes you to whimper out his name.

“Randy?” you whine.

“Yes babygirl?”

“My-my pussy needs you.”

“Oh, good girl,” he purrs, “telling me what you want.” He reaches down suddenly, rubbing torturously slow circles into your clit through your panties.

After a couple minutes of you begging, he slowly removes your panties, continuing to massage your clit.

Damn, you think, for having literally no experience, he sure knows his way around a clitoris.

Randy once again looks at you for permission before laying you down on his bed and spreading your legs, eagerly putting his face between them.

“You sure you want this?”

“Yes, fuck, just please Randy!”

Your consent is all he needs before he’s shoving his face in your pussy, licking a stripe up your folds before sucking and licking your throbbing clit.

You can barely stand the pleasure as Randy licks up and down your vulva, sucking harshly on your clit. His mouth is so warm and wet on you, it sends you into waves of ecstasy you’ve never felt before. You feel your orgasm fast approaching as Randy devours your aching clit and throw your head back in pleasure.

“Randy! Fuck, I’m close!”

He barely removes his mouth from you, keeping his tongue on your sensitive nub as he demands “cum for me,” the vibration of his voice on your pussy sending you over the edge.

You cum hard on his tongue, overtaken by the sweet relief. Randy pulls you back up from the bed where you can barely move from how good he made you feel so that you’re both sitting up facing each other, both still naked.

“Did I do okay for my first time?” he asks.

“You did perfect!” you reassure him, kissing him sweetly.

“Hey, we may not have been able to take each other’s virginity yet…” you say, “but how does eventually sound to you?”

His face lights up with joy. “Do you mean-”

“Yeah, Randy. I want you to be my boyfriend. I’ve liked you since I first met you.”

“I’d love that,” he smiles, kissing you again.

The two of you spend the night kissing, cuddling, and watching (and critiquing) horror movies until you fall asleep in Randy’s arms, dreaming of doing it all again the next day.

#scream #randy meeks #scream 1996 #scream franchise #jamie kennedy #randy scream #vaginismus #outercourse

[chaos-grimlin]

Intro: No one truly knows what happened that night in Woodsboro, California. All the public knows was that two teenage boys, Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, went crazy. That the boys killed with no motive, that it was a case of crazy and peer pressure. Sidney Prescott, the "girlfriend" of Billy Loomis,Y/n L/n, the girl both boys were deeply obsessed with, and Gale weathers, a news reporter, where 3 of 5 witnesses that were willing to talk and tell their sides of the story to the public while Dewy Riley, the deputy sheriff of woodsboro, and tennager Randy Meeks refused to talk to law enforcements at the time. All the stories told to law enforcement seem to differ from person to person, but...in this tale, we will focus on Y/n, the obsessions, side of the story...

Marked (Poly! Billy Loomis and Stu macher x reader)

Word count:1061

Chapter 1 - new girl in Woodsboro..

(!!!TW!!!!THIS STORY WILL CONTAIN! SEXUAL JOKES, SEXUAL CONTENT, MENTIONS OF NUDITY, UNDERAGE DRINKING, UNDERAGE SMOKING, CHEATING, MURDER, BETRAYAL, SAD STUFF, DRUNK PARENTS,MURDER, GORE, BLOOD, SELF HARM, RAPE, TORTURE AND THATS ALL I THINK- ENJOY THE BOOK!)

^^^3rd person P.O.V^^^

It was late August, 1996, when a new face showed up at Woodsboro high school. A face that showed both beauty and grace, a face of innocence and tenderness.

The girl became an attraction for all the teens. They'd ask her where she was from, what car she drove, if her mom was hot, and anything else their simple minded brains could think of.

“Hey look! It's the new girl” Tatum Riley whispered to her friend, Sidney Prescott. 

“She finally not swarmed for once” Randy Meeks said with a side smirk as he chimed in on Tatums and Sidney’s conversation. “Let's go say hi Sid” Tatum added, ignoring Randy. 

Tatum stood from her place beside Stu Macher  and started walking, not waiting for Sidney. “I'll be back” Sidney said quietly with a small smile as she looked at her boyfriend, Billy Loomis. Billy flashed a small fake smile to Sidney.

“Alright, be quick now Sid” he whispered as Sidney jogged to catch up with Tatum. Tatum walked quickly walked up to the new girl who sat alone on the outside bench, writing in a notebook. “Heyyy new girl” Tatum said, the words dripping off her tongue like honey.  

The new girl lifted her head and looked at Tatum and Sidney with a shy smile. “Hi” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

“You're quite the topic around here! Everyone seems to love you” Tatum added as she sat beside the girl, Sidney slowly sat down after. “I am?” The girl whispered. “YES! You're all everyone talks about! You seem like a cool person. I'm Tatum..Tatum Riley and this is Sidney, Sidney Prescott.” Tatum said as she held out her slender hand to the girl.

“Im Y/n, Y/n L/n” Y/n said as she took Tatums hand and shook it, then held her hand out to Sidney, who took her hand and gave it a firm shake.

“So, Me, Sidney and a couple of other people are going to hang out later…you wanna join us? It'll be a good time for us to get to know each other” Tatum asked, raising one of her thin eyebrows.

Y/n sat there for a moment before smiling. “Um… if I wont be intruding on anything i'd love to go, i have nothing better to do” Y/n said. “Alright! Meet us at the park by…5:30..sound good?” Tatum said as she flashed a toothy smile. “Yeah sounds wonderful” “See ya there then! Come on Sid” and with that both girls walked off, saying goodbye to Y/n.

“Well that looked like it went well” Stu said as Tatum sat down next to him and Sidney sat down next to Billy.

“Yeah it went well..she's coming with us tonight” Sidney said as she played with the end of her shirt.

“Really?” Randy asked. “Yes you guys can meet her and we can all get to know her better. She seems like a good person” Tatum said as she put her hand on Stu’s thigh. “Alright then” “Sounds good to me” Both Billy and Stu said. 

~~~~5:37 that night~~~~

Y/n walked down the sidewalk, the cool night air gently brushing against her face as she walked. Y/n let her mind wonder as she walked. Maybe Sidney and Tatum actually wanted to get to know her other then keep her around till she's no longer the new girl.

Y/n had only moved to Woodsboro due to her best friend, Casey Becker, who convinced Y/n's father and mother to pack up their things and leave their old house for the much better one in Woodsboro. 

Y/n eventually stumbled upon the park that Tatum had told her to go too. Y/n looked around, her face dropping when she didn't see Tatum or Sidney …”did…did she lie to me?” Y/n asked herself. Y/n sighed, she thought she was either lied to, or left due to her being 7 minutes late, but when you have to deal with drunk parents, sneaking out of the house isn't easy.

“Y/N! OVER HERE” A female voice screeched out. Y/n turned her head to the left and saw Tatum waving her arms at Y/n, a smile painted on her lips.

Y/n smiled as she looked at Tatum, then Sidney, then three other guys who loomed around the girls. Y/n soon walked up to the group, all of those negative thoughts that swarmed around in her fragile mind left her brain. “Hi guys” She chirped out.

 “Heyy! Oh also this is Stu, my boyfriend, that's Randy, and that's Billy, Sidney's boyfriend” Tatum said, introducing all of the guys.  “Guys, this is Y/n the new girl” Tatum added, introducing Y/n for her. Y/n lifted her hand and gave a small wave to the guys. With that the group started to walk and talk.

^^^Y/n P.O.V^^^

I let out a giggle as Randy and Stu started joking around. For once, other than with Casey, I finally felt a part of something… a part of a friend group that wont use me for everything I have to offer. Everyone, even Billy, who was quiet and scary looking, was nice although he didn't say much to me.

As we walked I felt eyes staring into the back of my head. I felt a feeling rise in my gut, a feeling that made goosebump rise on my skin. I looked behind me and saw Billy, staring at me, and he didn't look away when I looked at him, he just locked eyes with me, his wide, dark brown eyes staring into my e/c eyes.

I flashed a nervous smile before looking away and joining back in on the conversation with Stu and Randy.

After a 10 minutes of walking and funny conversations we had made it to a Baskin-Robbins, the ice cream shop with 31 flavors...

(BASKIN ROBBINS WAS AROUND IN 1996 DON'T FIGHT ME ON THISSS).

#billy loomis #stu macher #stu macher x y/n #billy loomis x y/n #poly billy and stu #cheating #sadness #randy meeks #randy meeks x reader

[juniperss]

“Days Between”

Jinny {OC} x Eugene Sledge

Author’s note: uh yeah this wasn’t supposed to turn into a story but here we are…..I’m so normal about the childhood best friends to lovers trope with Eugene. I had this song on repeat the entire time I was writing

Tagging: @rosies-riveters (pls lemme know if you don’t wanna be tagged that’s totally fine LOL)

Content warnings: none

Word count: 1,580

“You’ll write when you have the time?” Jinny asked, turning her head to the side to peer at Eugene. He was propped up on his elbows and twirling a strand of golden grass between his fingers, the sunlight shining against his face giving him an almost ethereal quality. 

Feeling her eyes on him, Eugene met her gaze and offered what he hoped was a reassuring smile. “ ‘Course I will. It’ll be like I never left.”

But of course that wasn’t true and they both knew it. Besides Sid Philips, Jinny was Eugene Sledge’s closest friend and he was her’s. The absence would be felt strongly and bitterly. It was bad enough that Sidney had already gone and the trio had been cut down to two, but now Eugene was going to leave too and Jinny wasn’t sure what her life looked like without him.  

The grass around them gave them the illusion of shelter from the reality that in just a few days he would be gone for bootcamp and then to war. The fields and woods were their safe place; their childhood playground and teenage hideaways when the responsibilities of everyday life got to be too much. If one of them wasn’t at home it was likely that they could be found here. 

“I’ll miss you.” Eugene spoke to the sky, but the words were meant for her. 

Jinny looked up too, catching sight of a flock of birds taking off. There was so much she wanted to say to him: that she didn’t want him to leave, that she loved him more than a friend should love another and that she had for so long but the words were stuck in her throat and sat there choking her. It would be selfish for her to tell him those things, she chided herself. Telling him not to go when she knew how long he had dreamed of fighting was selfish. And telling him she loved him and risking ruining a friendship before he went to war? So instead she put all of the meaning and desires that made them up and put them into another phrase: 

“I’ll miss you too.”

—

He was a liar. 

Jinny knew the thought were harsh, unfair, and frankly untrue as soon as they flashed in her mind. She quickly banished it, sending up a “I’m sorry” to the heavens, and retrieved the box of bandages from the top shelf of the supply closet she was currently standing in. 

 Eugene had written, just like he said he would and as often as he could, and with each letter was the confirmation that he was alive. A sweet balm of relief however temporary. The real reason for the stinging pain in her chest was that no amount of letters would truly make up for him not being home. Because she did miss him and she felt it so acutely every moment. She had carefully folded each letter and tucked them into her nightstand to read again and again when her mind refused to stop worrying. And after she had read and reread them, she penned her own letters to him. 

Recounting the mundane aspects of her life had seemed pointless and almost ridiculous when s he first put pen to paper. But the more she wrote and as her life shifted with her job at the hospital and rehabilitation center, the easier it came in sharing everything with Eugene. She hoped the stories about her visits to his parent’s home for dinner, her talks with soldiers during rounds, her ramblings about Sidney’s latest schemes now that he was home, her thoughts about everything and anything might lend the same sense of comfort his letters brought to her. 

Even now as she set to work organizing the boxes meant to be shipped overseas she began drafting a letter to him, one that she knew she would never send. 

“Dear Eugene,  I love you. I can’t wait to take our walks together again and talk. I don’t even care about what we say. I just miss hearing your voice. When you’re home, I’ll tell you that in person, as much as you can bear to hear me say it. Just come home safe, that’s all I want more than anything now or ever. Yours always, Jinny.”

—

The grass tickled her calves as it moved in the breeze that was sending the trees into a frenzy. It wasn’t as warm as it had been earlier in the day and Jinny was thankful for the reprieve from the constant sweating under its rays. Her eyes closed and arms crossed against her chest she let her mind drift away from the day just like she had when she was younger. Even though Sidney’s return wasn’t enough to erase the ever present stain of Eugene’s absence, having him home was a blessing and made walking their childhood route less bitter. Jinny had missed his constant talking and easy to come by smiles and she found some solace in busying herself with asking details about his upcoming wedding. 

But today she was making the walk by herself since Sidney was busy and just for a few moments with her eyes closed she could almost feel the peace that had been gone since the war began. How much she had changed shocked her when she truly sat down to think about it. She had been so concerned about others and focused on their wellbeing that her own growth and maturity had come as a surprise. She was tougher now in so many ways but a heaviness came with it and sat on her shoulders even as she left work behind for the day. There was still much of herself that she was figuring out. Yet in moments like this, in the silence and the familiarity and in the missing of her friend, she knew that there were still pieces of her old self there that hadn��t changed. 

“Hey, Jinny.”

The air left her lungs like she'd suffered a kick to the chest, mind not quite comprehending who that voice belonged to and how he was there and how it had most definitely come from behind her. She turned slowly as if he was Eurydice and she was Orpheus and looking back would send Eugene’s soul back to  the underworld. 

Because it was Eugene and he was standing right there with his arms at his sides looking so smart in his uniform. She stared, soaking in all of him, searching for signs of how much he changed in the time he had been away. He was skinnier and he looked tired, and there was that bone deep exhaustion that she saw in the face of every soldier she met at the hospital. But she could still see the laugh lines around his eyes and the sun touching his ginger hair making it glow, and she knew that this was her friend even with all that he brought back with him. 

And then she was moving and throwing her arms around him and pulling him into her body. There was the possibility that she was hugging him too tightly but she couldn’t quite bring herself to care as all the fears dissipated with him against her. He was solid and warm and his arms were around her waist now holding just as tightly as she was to him. She could feel cheek against her head and his breathing on her ear, and she wondered if he could feel her tears falling on him. 

“Sorry I didn’t write the last few weeks. I was going to write you one last letter, but I figured I could say it all to you once we were face to face.”

Eugene’s voice was muffled but she could still hear him. There was a half hearted laugh against his shoulder and finally, after another few moments of holding onto each other, Jinny allowed herself to step back. Her hands were still clasping his arms as if he would vanish without her there to anchor. He was smiling now and so was she, reaching up to touch his cheek. “I guess I can let it slide this time.”

His hand covered hers to hold it there. It was calloused and strong, so different from the hands she remembered before. She was surprised to see him looking at her with the same curiosity and searching that mirrored her own. He was trying to see the parts of her that had changed and fill in all the pieces of what her letters did not tell him about what he had missed of her life. Eugene swallowed hard and shook his head, still smiling. 

“I love you Jinny Collins.”

There were seldom moments in her life that she remembered being too stunned to say something. But standing here with Eugene in her arms Jinny found her mind reeling with his declaration. How many times had Jinny thought those same words? Even before he had left, she had dreamt of saying them to him.  How many times had she thrown away a draft of a letter that had those three words written carefully at the end? She had loved him for so long. And he loved her?  She cupped his cheek in her hand and stared up at him with teary eyes and uttered the phrase that she wished she had said the last day they were together in the field of grass: 

“I love you too.”

#oc: virginia ‘jinny’ collins #jinny x eugene #the pacific #the pacific oc #hbo war #hbo war x reader #my writings #my writing #🏷️ my writings #🏷️ my ocs

[nyxfaei]

ACTUALLY HERES THE AU SO FAR-

it’s mostly focusing on the ORG XIII characters and it’s just sort of a very rough idea right now. I’ll definitely be expanding more in the future

-partially Centers on luxord, a reporter with a gambling addiction, who is investigating a small town in probably the pacific northwest that is down for a long string of children going missing dating back for years- and also recently children showing up

-luxord is staying at a lodge run by ansem the old- lexaeus, xaldin, and zexion work different jobs there. Vexen is using the facilities for his various environmental research there.. Which he is very private about.

-Xaldin eventually begrudgingly offers luxord a place at his home because he has an extra room and staying so many days in the lodge is starting to add up and the company he works for wasn’t counting on this taking so long

-Marley runs a florist place- Something that luxord is investigating is missing people’s which involves strelitzia. Marly has been torn up about this and has been looking for answers for years now

-xion similarly appeared under mysterious circumstances as a kid. Nobody knows where she came from and even she cant remember. She was found by xigbar in the middle of the woods and she currently lives with him.

-xigbar is also an anomaly. He just rode into town one day out of the blue and settled into a cabin on the outskirts of it. Noone really knows what he does for a living and noone knows how he lost his eye. He’ll just make up a new story every time if you ask him.

-xigbar will regularly sit outside his house at night with a radio, a cold one, and a gun. He wont tell anyone why. Whenever xion asks he just ruffles her hair and goes “dont worry about it poppet”

- zexion also showed up much in the same way as xion years before. He was adopted by vexen and has grown quite adjusted

- Namine is Ansem the olds kid but no one really knows who her mom is and she’s always been a bit strange. She’s super friendly though but just odd. She seems to be able to draw pictures that predict things. Her and xion get along instantly

-Demyx is a local musician that does a lot of folk music but also isn’t afraid to branch out but he’s also just sort of weird. He showed up in town a few years ago as a traveling musician but just stuck around

-larxene is the town mechanic because I think that would be very hot of her. Marluxias bestie and her shop is right next to his. She was also a friend of strelitzia and is also looking for answers

-OMX is mayor. Eraqus is his husband and runs the welcome center which is also a cafe- Aqua and terra and ven work at it

-Baldr was an ex classmate of theirs back in the day. He’s blamed for the disappearance of many of their classmates since he seemed to get more violent after his sister died. Idk if he’s locked up, dead or if he disappeared

But the disappearance of the missing classmates is seen as a huge mark on the towns past

-Xemnas and Ansem SOD are OMX's kids and they’re also rikuss uncles. riku lives with ansem SOD since his mother passed away. YMX is his older brother who lives alone

-Saix works as the town reporter and is often accompanying luxord on his investigations- somewhat to his annoyance because he prefers working alone.

-xemnas runs the town newspaper

-axel also works for the paper but unlike saix he stays in the building and works as an editor… though he will sometimes come with saix

-saix and axel live together along with roxas. Roxas is axels little brother and also good friends with namine and xion.

-roxas is cousins with ven jdhkjfhkhf

-ven and vanitas are twins

-Ansem SOD works as a teacher at the local school

-Yen Sid is the principal

-the KH kids sort of hang out together in a big friendgroup since theyre very weary about someone going missing

-I wanna say the main FF7 characters (zack, cloud, tifa, aerith, etc) work at a bar and lounge lmao. I’m not gonna do too much placement of the FF characters because I don’t know too much about them but they DO live there

-idk who the sherif and cops are… i love the kingdom hearts characters too much for that. Its probably some disney or FF characters. Maybe one can be sephiroth LMAO

-Cid is an electrician in town

-The town also has some Disney characters but they don’t play too much of a role. Like the evil stepmother and her girls are like the rich family in town. Merlin and the fairy godmother are the sweet old couple in town and Cinderella is their daughter, etc

-dusks and heartless are local legends. A lot of people say they see them around at nightfall. Theres a lot of discussion on if theyre real or not

-eraqus is a huge believer in the paranormal. Hes convinced that theres a prevalent evil/darkness in the woods

-there is something very off about Xigbar and the mountain that they live on

-The town is called twilight town and is located on a mountain known as Mount Hearts

#kingdom hearts #kh au #mount hearts

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Could we get some headcanons for Sun, Moon, the Blob, and Monty meeting a zombie reader? They always try to keep themselves together(literally), have made the reference to Toy Story before, saying their arm was an advanced prosthetic to dissuade anyone from freaking out, and tend to blend in rather well(makeup skills for theatre class come in handy, am I right?). They're confident about themselves, and tend to be rather curious, but know when to back down and take caution.

Sun

“Oh hello, friend! You feeling okay?”

You just smile and nod, fixing your arm. “Yeah, just..a cold..and a loose prosthetic.” 

Speaking would normally be hard for a regular zombie, but you’ve done well in blending in with humans.

You basically fooled everybody at the Plex, walking in like it was no problem (you may be dead but you still wanna enjoy stuff!)

Still, though, Sun worries. He wants to take a vital-scan but ofc you decline that. The last thing he needs is a short-circuit bc you’d be registered as ‘dead” and confuse the poor guy.

When you tell him your favorite movie is Toy Story he seems to stop worrying about your cold entirely, rambling about how he loves it and was gonna put it on TV to watch with the kids today!

He invites you to join him and you just can’t say no.

When the scenes of Buzz losing his arm come up you’re able to quote them perfectly, amusing Sun.

Moon

Like Sun he worries when he notices you adjusting your arm several times,,every time you visit.

He takes a bio/vital scan and sees “DECEASED” pop up, which confuses him.

But he’s sure it’s just broken so he doesn’t worry about that too much.

Also like his daytime counterpart he loves Toy Story.

Though just the scenes with Sid’s mutant toys and them rebelling against their owner. 

The few creep factors of the movie are his favorites.

If he notices your arm coming loose he’ll remind you.

The last thing he wants is to deal with crying kids who get freaked out by you rather than him.

So you two just bond over being seen as “creepy”, becoming good friends.

Blob

Let’s say you were buried underground where the Pizzaplex was built and that’s how you gained free entry.

You’ve seen the burnt/charred remains of the old 80s-90s animatronics but they were somehow alive (and quite hostile), so you fled and found your way out, eventually heading home.

Weeks later you revisit the Plex, looking 10% more alive thanks to makeup kits you had at home and being confident enough to walk among the living.

Being a zombie means you were naturally drawn to your burial ground. But..there was one problem.

Those pieces of animatronics put themselves together as a giant blob of slimy endoskeleton wiring, with Funtime Freddy serving as the “head”.

He’s still aggressive until he notices you were holding an endo arm that fell off his body.

You’d get closer but don’t wanna anger him, so you just leave it on the ground and try leaving...only to trip and break your leg below the knee, quickly snapping your limb back in place.

However the Blob just...laughs? Not out of mockery or intimidation, but rather happiness as he takes his arm back.

You then smile, relieved that he found delight in discovering someone similar to them.

Monty

When you swing the golf club a bit too hard, your arm comes loose.

And the gator takes notice, asking if you need first aid.

You quickly tell him it’s a prosthetic and just snap it back into place, confusing him. Though he just leaves you be.

But he watches you from a distance in case it happens again.

Then a golf ball hits your lower jaw and dislocates it--as in he could see it literally hanging off of your head.

By the time he runs over to see if you needed EMS (again), your jaw is already back in place and you ask him what’s wrong.

“Y-Your jaw..it was...I know no human can just...!”

“Can just what?” You smile innocently, teasing him. But only lightly. You knew his temper and didn’t wanna get on his bad side.

He goes quiet, but then grumbles that Faz Ent wasn’t responsible for any injuries/dismemberment before leaving.

It’s not like anyone will believe him if he says a guest horribly dislocated their jaw and fixed it no problem

#clanask #anonymous #fnaf x reader #five nights at freddy's x reader #fnaf sb x reader #fnaf security breach x reader #fnaf daycare attendant #fnaf sun #fnaf moon #fnaf blob #montgomery gator #zombie reader #monster reader #headcanons #tw body horror

[chaoscriess]

Hey I was wondering if you’d be willing to do a Billy Loomis x reader fic where reader is a writer and loves writing and reading many genres but the group’s favorites stories that reader writes are horror stories? Maybe Billy requests a few from her (or them if you wanna make it gender neutral) and maybe even reader puts clues together about Billy being connected to the murders based on his specific details or whatnot but reader still loves him bc this is fanfic lol 😂

oh my gosh I love this idea!!! it's so cute, I had so much fun writing this! may not be exactly what you asked for... my mind wandered, sorry!!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! mentions of death, cussing, billy loomis should be his own warning lmao, gets a little smoochy but no smut

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! lowercase intended, unedited, still on mobile, format might be weird. this is technically a modern au! doesn't exactly go with the scream timeline, but it's okay, we'll ignore it, sid and billy were never together in this! double periods are always intended in my work!

billy loomis x writer!fem!reader

you had been friends with tatum and sidney for years, not being very close to them but still talking to them occasionally. they had known about your love for writing and they supported you. when you met billy, he told you it was stupid, that you'd never get big in the writing community.

you knew he didn't like you very much, you didn't care, but it still hurt.

billy was insanely attractive, you could admit that, but what you'd never admit is that you had feelings for the boy.

after months of knowing him, you started to realize it. soon after you realized, you decided he'd never like you back.

well, actually..

billy loved you. he had been watching you for months and he fell in love with you without even meeting you. when he finally did, he knew he couldn't make it obvious.

sidney told him about your little crush on him and told him to make a move.

so he did.

"y/n! open the window!" you heard shouting through your window and turned to look at it, gasping when you saw billy outside. you quickly moved to your window and opened it. "what the hell are you doing here?!" you stared at him with wide eyes, waiting for him to respond, but he only crawled through your window and sat on your bed, next to your open laptop. you noticed he was reading it and quickly moved in front of him, pushing it behind your lap. he frowned and reached for it, only to fail as you grabbed his hands and placed them in his lap. "hey! I was trying to read that." your face turned red at the thought of him reading your work, you couldn't let him read it. he would hate it. he would tell you it's horrible, that you're disgusting.

the piece you were working on was about a girl with a name that was 'coincidentally' very similar to your name. she was being roughly fucked by ghostface, the killer that had been terrorizing your town for the past few days. you couldn't act out your fantasies, so you wrote them out. billy grabbed the laptop and read a few lines before smirking and looking up at your red face. "damn sweetheart, I didn't know you were into this kind of shit". you turned your head but he reached his hand out and turned it towards him. he kissed you. he fucking kissed you. you couldn't believe it. he moved the laptop with your lips still attached and leaned you back on the bed. he bit your lip as he placed his hands on your waist, moving them up and down slowly. he broke away and looked you in the eyes, saying "I fucking love you" before continuing to touch you like he was deprived of sex his whole life.

before you knew it, you two were a couple. you didn't know why or how he loved you, but he did, and that's all that mattered.

every weekend, he would climb through your window to catch up on your latest story, sometimes requesting for you to write some new erotic story about that killer called ghostface. he quickly picked up on your favorite things to write about, and ghostface was the number one. he constantly told you that your ghostface stories were your best.

one night, when he crawled through your window, you noticed he had a fresh cut on his arm. you were concerned, questioning him nonstop for the two hours he was at your house. he told you he got cut jumping over a fence on his way over there, but you didn't buy it.

the next day, you saw him at school. you took his hand in yours, looking at it closely and noticing dried blood under his nails. you dropped his hand and looked at him with a questioning look on your face, and he got up, saying he had to use the bathroom. when he came back, the blood was gone.

a couple of days pass, and more people die. you start to put the pieces together, finally deciding to ask if he was ghostface the next time he came over.

"baby, I need to ask you something.." you paused, waiting for him to look at you or respond. he was looking at his lap, obviously knowing that you knew. "okay um.. well, I've noticed some things... like, over the past few weeks.. about you.. and the killer." he looked up at you, making eye contact before turning away once again. "baby I'm not mad.. I think it's kind of hot" he looked up at you, surprised that you said that. he looked confused, obviously not expecting you to be okay with it. "really? you're not mad?" you smile at him, shaking your head before speaking again. "no, I'm not mad, silly! I mean... some people are dying but.. as long as you don't kill me or anything"

he never did

every night after he killed, he would come over and tell you how it went, giving you ideas for your stories. eventually, you piled them all together and made a book. of course, you changed the names and slightly altered the ways they died, but you always stayed true to the theme.

you never published it, of course. you just let your friends read it and posted it to an online forum. it got pretty popular, getting thousands of likes. you were proud of yourself, proud of billy and stu (but mainly billy)

eventually, you did publish a book

it wasn't about the ghostface murders, but it still got popular fast.

it was heavily influenced by the murders and your relationship with billy

the book was about a girl who was unknowingly in a relationship with a serial killer, but ultimately found out and started killing with him. they would kill their enemies or people who tried to flirt with them, and then they'd go home and act like nothing happened. it brought them closer together, basically fixed their relationship. at the end, they got caught because they stayed at the scene too long. they were shot by the police, dying in each others arms.

you hated it, but billy seemed to love it.

so did your friends. well, the ones that were still alive..

sidney hated you for it, but you didn't care

you had billy, and billy had you. life was perfect.

#billy loomis x reader #ghostface x reader #billy loomis #scream #billy loomis fic #scream fic #chaos calling! #chaos' army

[kafus]

could you tell us the story of your shiny competitive latias in gen 3? im so curious

oh yeah so the reason i didn't go in depth about that in the post is it's actually quite a lot of obscure game mechanic talk and i didn't wanna divert from the heartwarming story to break people's brains potentially lol but yeah sure! i'll put the whole explanation below a cut because it's pretty long. warning that i'm going deep on the nerd shit sorry in advance LMAO

essentially the latias i use in gen 4 was obtained in pokemon emerald and then transferred through the pal park, i obtained it by combining ACE (arbitrary code execution) and RNG manipulation. neither of these things are hacking or require any sort of tampering with the game and can be done on original hardware (i did all this on my original emerald cart in an actual GBA SP) but it is an unintended way of playing the game, just to be upfront, not that i mind because i'm doing singleplayer stuff for fun.

so, RNG manipulation is the process of perfectly timing your button inputs and actions to get the game to spit out the "random" result that you want. because computers struggle to do true randomness (especially something as old as generation 3 pokemon games) usually "randomness" is actually based on elaborate algorithms/equations. in emerald, the game is supposed to choose a "seed" to generate random pokemon spawns etc with (think minecraft world seeds and how those generate a world, but with wild pokemon and stuff instead if you've ever played minecraft!) based on the RTC (real time clock) of the cartridge, but due to a programming error, emerald actually never seeds properly, causing it to always be stuck at a seed of 0. there have been a couple methods discovered to force the game to seed but that's irrelevant here. since the seed is always 0, every time you play emerald, all of the possible spawns are actually the same each time. to a casual player they will never notice such a thing but to an rng manipulator this becomes very, very useful.

when you get into a wild encounter (or obtain a gift pokemon, encounter a legendary, etc) the game checks what frame you're on since you booted the game, tosses that frame into its random number generating algorithm against the seed, and then every aspect of that pokemon is determined by the result, like IVs and nature and etc. so, if you were to backwards engineer this algorithm and then figure out a way to perfectly time your A press to hit the exact frame you want, you'd be able to get any IV spread etc you want... and you'd also be able to predict and time your inputs to get shinies assuming that you know your SID (secret ID, a hidden value paired with your trainer ID on your trainer card) which can be figured out through a variety of methods that i won't get into here.

as it turns out, the pokemon community is nuts and the whole backwards engineering process was already done by people way smarter than me, and software has been developed to be able to sift through all possible pokemon encounters in pokemon games, including emerald. i use PokeFinder which is by far the best program out for this right now that is getting consistently updated. software has also been developed to time your A presses, the main one i use is EonTimer which lets me pop in what frame i want to hit and it calculates the amount of time i have to wait and then beeps to tell me when to hit A. i feel the need to repeat again this software does not require you to tamper with your games in any way - i honestly highly recommend trying it sometime even if just for the novelty of getting a shiny to appear on command, it's really fun and there's tutorials on youtube by "i'm a blisy" dsfjfdskd

edit: here's a screencap of what eontimer looks like btw! not the same target frame i used back when i got this latias but yeah. it's neat

with all of that out of the way, it sounds like it should be as simple as saving in front of the latias and then looking up the spread i want, popping it into the timer, and then resetting my game, waiting for the beep, hitting A and rinse and repeat until i get it. there's a few holes in this plan though:

the spread i want (timid 31/31/31/31/31/31 AKA perfect IVs) would require me to leave my game on for literal weeks on end per attempt, which is entirely unrealistic and unfeasible. i'm doing this on actual hardware, no speedup!

the spread in question also isn't shiny with my current SID. i don't need the latias to be shiny or anything, i just want it to be for fun

i am using my emerald save file that already has the roamer Latios generated, so i no longer have the option of rng manipulating that one. this means i need to get to Southern Island and RNG the latias there... which is a mystery gift. i do not own the e-reader nor do i own an extremely expensive eon ticket to get that event in my game

and this is where ACE comes in! ACE is... complicated. if you've ever seen people pull off some excessively wild and glitchy stuff in gen 1 by swapping items around in their inventory, you were probably watching a form of ACE in action. it's the process of glitching the game into a state where you can get it to take some form of input from the player as code and then run that code, hence "arbitrary code execution". honestly ACE is not something i have studied in depth, especially with gen 3, and i mostly just followed tutorials on getting what i wanted. i can summarize this process down into a few steps:

getting the NPC trade pokemon DOTS the seedot and EV training it to a very specific spread

performing glitzer popping (wild name, i know) to corrupt DOTS the seedot into a very specific glitchy egg

changing the name of my PC boxes to what is essentially GBA assembly instructions

cloning the aforementioned glitch egg using the emerald battle tower cloning glitch a bunch of times so i can use them whenever and then hatching them, which due to the EV spread i gave DOTS, will execute the code i changed my PC box names to!

i used ACE to solve all of the aforementioned problems with this rng manipulation.

i used ACE to make my game jump thousands upon thousands of frames forward, just a little bit before the competitive spread i wanted, and then went to the battle frontier to save a battle video at the battle factory by going in and instantly losing... this is because every time a battle video is loaded, it doesn't actually save every random result that happens in the battle (like missing and damage rolls) and instead just remembers the state of the RNG before the battle started and player choices and re-calculates the same exact random chances. therefore, if i watch this battle video from the trainer card upon every reset, i will jump back to that place thousands of frames forward, right before the latias spread i want

i used ACE to change my SID to a value that would make the spread i want shiny in combination with my TID because why not

i used ACE to spawn latias on southern island and to give myself the eon ticket to get there, no real life eon ticket/e-reader required (there are ways to inject this event that don't require ACE/the real life event items but i wanted to do all this without tampering!)

as a side tangent, i should mention that i had a very obscure problem with running the ACE to get to southern island that i had to contact some gen 3 ACE experts for help on... too complicated to explain here in any sort of legible way i think, but basically the problem was every time i hatched the glitch egg, the game just froze despite my code being typed in properly in my PC boxes with no typos. the audio kept playing but it would hang on the hatching screen, resulting in this extremely cursed footage of me hatching a void egg that looked like nothing and caused my game to crash:

i just think that's neat LMAO. anyways yeah after getting all that complicated ACE shit out of the way that took me 123989123 years to set up, it was just a matter of standing in front of the rock on southern island, saving my game, getting my timer ready, soft resetting my game, watching my battle video and starting my timer, and then waiting a handful of seconds and trying to press A with the exact 1/60th of a second timing to get the latias to appear. (emerald runs on 60 fps, this always takes a few tries)

(i can't put 2 videos in a tumblr post but if you want to see the encounter happen, i took a video here, it's a direct discord file link lol)

after that i simply transferred latibreak through HGSS pal park and trained her up and started using her in the battle tower :) technically a player could randomly stumble on this latias if they left their game open long enough and had the right TID/SID, it is a completely valid encounter that can move through pokemon bank and pokemon home! i just used a variety of game knowledge and glitches to get it to appear for me without having to wait for luck. i hope any of this made sense and sorry for all the jargon!! i wasn't sure how else to tell this story tbh. if any of this sounds interesting to you i highly recommend trying out at least rng manipulation sometime! you can do a lot of cool stuff with it even without ACE being involved, i just really needed ACE for this specific pokemon i wanted SDFJFDS

#pokemon #pokemon emerald #rse #latias #long post #asks #faterunes #kiki was here #kiki plays games #rng manipulation #arbitrary code execution

[chocolate-teapots]

He’s Soft: Dinger Holfield

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                   Joel had a lot to say about you now you weren’t there.

                                  And Dinger didn’t like it one bit. 

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Warnings: swearing, the world faggot, homophobia, bullying, references to violence, mentions of sex, jealous Dinger. 

I was clutching my books realising how no one had bumped shoulders with me since I was seen with my new friends.

I even sped up a little, whistled made extreme eye-contact and no one dared look my way just in case one of the guys found out. Some of the girls even stared at me in admiration to have such boys looking out for me constantly. They were always just that one step behind me but also in front.

Sidney, a girl from my English ran up to me calling my name to make me stop. Poor thing looked like she'd been running for hours. Her hair was dishevelled and her face was as red as her shoes.

"What's up, Sid?" I continue cruising by her side.

"Didn't you hear what happened at lunch today?" she started poking my arm, expecting me to know something that I shouldn't.

There was probably a fight that I didn't care enough about to bother witnessing. Nothing happened today.

"Oh my! Did people eat?"

She slaps my arm.

"No silly. There was an outburst between Joel and Dinger. I don't know the full story but Sheila told Betty that Joel was saying bad things about what he wanted to do to you and Robin told Tom, Cameron's friend, that Dinger totally was there for you and put that asshole in his place."

"What!"

----

half-hour earlier

"Hey, Bobby, Joel."

Dinger sat down next to Bobby and Joel. They seemed to be deep in discussion with each other. Dinger didn't really want to interfere but the worried face of his new friend was in his mind, telling her constantly that she deserves better.

"How're things with Y/N Joel?" he asks, squinting at the sun in his eyes and spitting his name next to yours as if it was poison.

Bobby turned in Joel's direction, agreeing with his friend's question with the same curiosity.

"Yeah Joel, how are things?"

Did Bobby know something he didn't? His heart began to race and fist began to tighten.

Joel took a second to contemplate, chuckling with a scoff to himself. Things weren't looking so good already at this point to Dinger and he wondered if there was a missing piece to this puzzle that Y/N or Joel or even Bobby wasn't telling him.

"Well it's just, I'm a guy you know and things are just so- lacking. All this romance shit is tearing me to pieces. And she's so hot I just wanna grab her and... you know?"

Dinger sat up a little on the wall, Bobby searching his face for the same reaction.

"No Joel, I don't think I do know."

Joel was looking for confidence as his friends were staring at him in a way that he was intimidated by. He knew that he was doing something wrong but Dinger didn't have to know and he didn't really understand why it was so wrong in the first place.

"Sorry to interrupt but I believe you're being a little vague to Dinger Joel, you know one of Y/N's new buddies?"

He turns to his dearest friend, whose worried face contrasted with his crazy carefree red locks.

"Dinger, Joel was just telling me that he wants to use Y/N so hard until she cries. He wants to- what was it? Grab her hair and swing her around like a pinwheel? Want her to do as she's told just to show all the other guys and girls who's boss. Isn't that right, Joel?"

Joel was white, hearing his own words from Bobby's smart-ass mouth was like a punch in the stomach, like a badly remembered memory and it turned him sick to his stomach. Of course, he wanted all those things but in this group, you were always told never to speak your mind no matter how fucked it was.

Dinger looks at Joel in disgust, more than Bobby somehow even though his eyebrows here down to his dirty socks. He continued to sit, manspreading like there was no tomorrow and seeing only blurry red smudged everywhere in his vision.

"How dare you be so fake to somebody only to say things so disgusting and god damn awful behind their back? You're an airhead Joel. I warned Y/N but I don't know what you've said to her but she has somehow come to think the sun shines outta your asshole. You and I both know that is total bullshit man. Major."

Joel goes to speak.

"I don't wanna hear a god damn fucking thing you have to say because I know it's all from your dick and not from your heart or even your head. I will make sure- no I'll promise that she never trusts you again. Later."

He goes to leave but not before whispering to none but himself:

"Is there any love left in our universe?"

Joel grows a pair, finally planning and editing the words he wants to say to win this battle and keep his crown just for the next few days even

"You what, faggot?"

Time seemed to stop for every single member of that friendship group. The yard went silent and all you could hear were the sudden gulps of a dozen teenagers riding out the wave of suspense.

"Faggot? I'm a faggot for having feelings Joel and respect? If that makes me a faggot then consider me the all singing all dancing faggot of the fucking universe," he snaps, head moving, hands throwing, teeth-gritting.

Dinger Holfield was present.

"How are you so different then huh? I'm sure a million bitches at this school would gladly announce how played they were by Mr Dinger Holfield."

"I didn't love any of those women Joel. If I loved a woman- if I loved Y/N I would take her out only when she wanted, spoil her if she needed, let her be an independent woman. Wait for everything until she was ready. I would never rush her into anything because why? Because I'm a decent guy at the best of times. I fight, talk shit, do shit but I am not a shit."

"Now, later."

---

I did try to find Dinger but at the same time I was pissed at both of them

Who was Joel to own me like that?

Who was Dinger to decide my life like that?

I needed to take a chill pill so I just went home. And, it was really working until the doorbell rang.

At the other end of the chipped paint was a worried-looking redhead who looked as long he hadn't blinked, ate, talked since 'the incident'. I didn't know what to say and neither did he so we both just leaned against the doorframe, gazing at each other but my glare was a little stronger.

"Have you got anything to say for yourself?"

He was taken aback as if a wind inside my house had blown him off of the step.

"Me? Are you kidding? What side of the story did you hear?"

"The right version, now tell me how is this any of your business at all?" I asked, a little hurt in my voice as I realised that someone was trying to control me like a third possessive parent that I didn't need today.

"What's your damage Y/N I'm sick of seeing him treat you like that. I can't hide my hurt anymore every time he grabs your chin to kiss you or glares at guys when they ask you for help with their homework. It's sick demented shit. And, I can't hide the fact that I love you anymore either," he mumbles the last part, declining in confidence suddenly.

I laugh in my place, sounding too much like Joel at one point. He shrinks twice in size.

"Oh please, you don't even know what that means Holfield. It's too late anyway, I'm going with Joel," I cross my arms, trying to pull myself from the fantasy of my life together with Dinger.

How different my life would be if I was going with Dinger.

"I won't beg you into loving me but don't waste your life on an asshole like him, for me. I'm not always right but I know this time I really do, I know what I'm talking about. Guys like them just hit it and quit Y/N," he gets closer to me, his puff of hair finally taller than me.

I lift my eyebrows, that lifestyle was copied and pasted into that entire friendship group. Who was he to judge? Why was he so god damn special?

"Isn't this a little hypocritical?"

"What? No! I only hang out with chicks- women, that know what they're signing up for. They're not being played, they know what's happening."

"How am I any different, how do I know this isn't some kind of move to steal me off of Joel?"

"Is it working?"

Seriously?

"No, you're not being vulnerable or truthful enough to me," my arms cross harder, scared of the rest of the lies he'd unleash upon me and how ready I was to believe them.

Dinger was the bad guy and not Joel.

"I'm a virgin."

Proving his devotion he turns around to the watchers in the street shouting at the top of his lungs and pointing to himself.

"Virgin! Virgin right here. Soy virgen! Dinger Holfield is a virgin!"

I laugh into my hand, and people in the street turn to a red-faced and haired Dinger to look at him. He takes the next step up to the door frame, eyelashes tickling my own we were so close.

"Listen to me. You can listen, leave Joel and be happy with a guy who loves you for you. Or, you can give me a shot and if you hate it I will leave you alone and never come back."

He gulps at the thought alone and what made tears prick my eyes was that at that same time, i gulped too. Despite knowing him for only a few months, I couldn't imagine a school day without him, never mind an eternity.

I cry at the monster that I've been wasting so many things on, the first kiss, first real handholding, first date, first makeout, first skipping of school. I hung my head low, tears hitting the grime of the boy's boots in front of me. When I think about it Dinger has given me the warmest welcome to the school, introduced me to all his friends the day he almost knocked me over in the hallway, carried my books, listened to my concerns and told me what I should do only for my own sake.

His finger tickles my chin, bringing my saddened eyes to his beautiful ones. He smiles knowingly, not in an I-told-you-so way but in a way I could not explain.

"May I?" he asked.

"Yes."

He tilts his head, leaning in as if I'm made of slightly shattered glass. Although I'd done it before, it felt like the first time all over again and I felt my hold of his waist slacking and trembling. Checking again in my eyes and dragging his gaze from my lips, he sees the want in my eyes and connects our lips. We're standing on a doorstep, in a world full of dirty shame and dirty people having an innocent and pure moment.

An older man and lady observed from across the street, smiling in each other's embrace as they recalled their older memories together and the years they had spent in complete bliss.

"Remember our days like that? They were the best times, still are."

#80s movie #80s imagines #dream a little dream #dinger holfield #corey haim #corey feldman

[slashingdisneypasta]

Jim Bickerman x Reader || Drabble

Plot: Reba tells you that Jim was killed this time- but then he comes home.

Warnings: Character no one cares about from a movie series nobody likes?? 😅 References to gore and wounds (Very lightly), and sexual references. Also? Unedited.

~

“He… what?” You almost don’t even believe it, even as Reba stands on your porch and tells you what happened; That Jim fell off a boat at Black Water and they haven’t seen him since. “Were you… there?”

She lets out a slow sigh like a cowboy, broken and weary after everything she’s been through, and shakes her head. “No, but I’ve got it from sociopath that she caused it, and she’s got no reason to lie, so... ”

Nodding back, feeling weird and… bad, really bad… you keep thinking for a moment. He can’t be dead, can he?? No way. He’s been attacked by crocs before, he lost a leg and an arm and an eye, he looks like one of Sid’s creations in Toy Story with how many different parts he had nailed into him, but he survived, so there is no fucking way that in the end a crocodile still got him!… It’s not fair. And that’s just the tip of the unfairness, here! You shouldn’t have even liked him in the first place. If you had listened to your first official opinion of him, that he was a handsy old bastard, then you wouldn’t care right now about any of that and you wouldn’t be feeling like your legs are about to give out under you. But you didn’t, and now- “Um, Reba I’m gonna close the door now. Cuz I’m gonna fall apart. Thank you, though, for um… telling me… “

“Yeah. I mean- no worries. Thought you might wanna know… ” Reba steps back, as if to let you close the door but continues to watch you cautiously- there’s a frown on her face but you know she’s worried. “Look, Y/N, do you want me to stick around? I’m not a great cook but I could whip us up dinner?- “

“Thanks,” Your eyes are tearing up pretty heavily now, and you are not about to cry in front Sheriff Reba so you just waive, and close the door in her face. Then, taking a deep breath in a last-ditch attempt to calm yourself, you lean back against the door and just blink; Hoping it’ll make the tears go away. It doesn’t help though, and before Reba’s ignition even turns on, you’re sobbing into your hands.  

~

You wake up later in the middle of the night because you thought you heard a knock at the door, but when you listen out there are no more sounds, so you assume you imagined them. You can’t go back to sleep, though, so you slowly get up from the bed and run a hand through your hair. Because of that you immediately see the old flannel of Jim’s that you’re wearing, and groan.

That’s just great. Absolutely super.

Still, you don’t take it off; Just wrap it more securely around yourself as you make it gradually, heavy with sleep and a brain stiff from crying earlier, to the kitchen. There, you keep holding the flannel around yourself with one arm while picking up the kettle with the other and putting it into the sink before twisting on the water. You need a cup of tea… and maybe half a bottle of his bourbon… or what used to be his, you suppose.

Sighing, you make a new vow to try and not think about things as ‘his’ anymore- at least tonight. Its too awful, thinking he’s not coming back for any of it. So, this is just a ratty flannel and the bottle in your hand is just some bad alcohol.

… Yep. That’ll work. Already you feel so much better. Rolling your eyes, you tiredly pick up the kettle again and set it back on the bench to heat the water, before finding a clean mug and pouring the gross brown liquid inside.

As you lean back on the bench and take a sip, feeling the stuff burn all the way down your throat, you hear a knocking at the front door again.

Its kind of weak, but enough to raise your suspicions. Frowning, you set the mug down on the bench and set off towards the door. You peak out the window but its too dark to tell who it is, so you grab the nearest rifle (Stuffed in the umbrella bin) and unlock the door… before slowly opening it.

The sight before your eyes is immediately shocking, and gruesome. “J- Jim!?”

He’s leaning heavily on the doorframe, hunched over, dirty, covered in blood and looking as if he could fall over at any second. “Let me in… heh… I’m dying here… “

Without asking questions you rush into action, helping him to ease off the doorframe (Ending up with almost his entire weight on you), and taking him to the couch which - luckily, - is close by in this two-room shack the two of you live in. Then you grab the first-aid kit and get to work.

~ 2 hours later Jim’s clean, changed, and half his body is wrapped up in gauze (Luckily, there was recently a sale at the chemist. Honestly, Jim should be thanking all his lucky stars at this point. How does he keep surviving like this??) but he’s sitting up somehow, despite getting mauled by a croc for the second time and walking all the way back home. You’re drinking tea with him, sleeves rolled up still from saving him a second ago, playing with the teabag nervously, but you’re far too silent and he can tell somethings obviously wrong.

After a few moments of pleasant quiet, he sighs and sets his own teacup down on the coffee table. “We got anything stronger than this? - “

“No- “You snap, bursting like a party popper. “I used the rest of your stash to disinfect your crocodile bites. How are you alive!???”

“Now, I thought you’d be happier about it.” Jim jokes, dropping his hand on your thigh- and you glare at him, because this is not the time to be ‘cheeky’. It makes him huff out a sigh, dramatically, and moves to pick up his tea again. “Alright.”

“I am.” You assure, letting the tension out of your face so he can see how relieved you are. Then you tell him again- “I am, really. I just… I don’t understand… Reba said you were dead?”

Chuckling, he shakes his head. “I’m a hard bastard to kill, you know.”

Is that… the only answer? You feel like there should be more. Some good reason why you’ve almost lost him twice and he’s still come back, some assuredness that it won’t happen again or if he does nearly get killed again then he’ll come home again just like this. Does he have some kind of secret weapon? Can he talk to crocs?? You would believe anything he told you, now. Just for the hope. “… that’s all??” But if its just that he’s lucky, then… well, you can’t bet on lucky!! You can’t trust it! Luck can run out-

“Yep.” He takes a sip of the hot tea, and your shoulders drop.

 ‘Yep’. That’s it??

Jim takes notice of the crestfallen look on your face, and sighs; Setting down his tea again in favour of patting your knee this time. “Hey- I won’t be goin’ anywhere near that lake again, if that makes you feel better.”

Glaring, you straighten up and tilt your head at him. “… do you promise?”

“Yeah, I don’t need anymore chunks taken outta me. I’ll just hit the gym if I surpass my ideal weight, this time. Promise.” Despite the joking way that he promised, you find yourself believing him and take a deep, relieved breath.

“… okay.”

“Alright,” He gives a grin that’s almost gentle, and almost incorrect on his rough face- before he switches back to the regular suspicious, cheeky smirk. “But I will require incentive to stick around, you know. Y’think you can help out with that, princess?”

“Ughhh… “Reaching over, you take bunches of his shirt in your fists and shake him, gently; Affectionately. “Yeah, I think I can do that… “Because yeah, he’s frustrating and opportunistic and vulgar but you kind of love the old bastard.

His grin only widens. “Really??”

“Yeah, but there are ground rules. You have to be very careful, you’re delicate.”

“Psh, whatever. I’ll be right back.” Using a rifle as a walking stick, Jim gets up from the couch and starts hobbling over to the kitchen (*cough* for his boner pills *cough*).

“You need help?” You call, finishing your tea on the couch.

“No, no, no, I’m fine.” He huffs back, and you roll your eyes. Then turn your head as you set your finished tea down, to see him the kitchen doorway looking around. A little smile warms onto your face, just so glad that he’s alive. “Hey, we do so have bourbon here. You lyin’ to me?- Oh, hi-”

As he turns around, he finds you right behind him just before you throw your arms around him and hug him tight. Stupid old bastard, you think, closing your eyes and just appreciating him there, alive, under your hands. The smell of his soap and blood, the feel of his bear on the side of your face, and the sound of his breathing… God, you’re so damn relieved. You’re never letting him anywhere near those crocodiles ever again.

#Jim Bickerman x Reader Drabble #Jim Bickerman x Reader #Jim Bickerman #Lake Placid #Lake Placid; The Final Chapter #Lake Placid Vs Anaconda #SO self indulgent.

[void-botanist]

15 Questions: Sid

AOM 15 questions continues! Tag: #aom 15 questions

1 - Are you named after anyone? My parents specifically had a list of names that wouldn't be naming me after anyone, so no.

2 - When was the last time you cried? Uh…I don't know. It wasn't that long ago but I don't really keep track.

3 - Do you have kids? No.

4 - Do you use sarcasm? Yeah, sometimes.

5 - What’s the first thing you notice about people? Their jewelry, I think. Maybe that's just the first thing I look for.

6 - What’s your eye color? Hazel, but more on the green side, like my mom.

7 - Scary stories or happy endings? Happy endings, definitely. I'm not really a horror person.

8 - Any special talents? Uh…telling mushrooms apart? I'm also a fast reader.

9 - Where were you born? Rade, specifically Tobarsha, on the island of Aephar. I've got a map if you wanna see.

10 - What are your hobbies? Reading, hanging around with my friends, visiting the other towns around us…seeing theatre and sports games, obviously. Cooking's kind of a hobby and kind of a chore. But I love canning, and I'd definitely do it even if no one asked me to. They always ask me to, though. They always want jam.

11 - Do you have any pets? Nope.

12 - What sports do you play/have played? I tried a lot of different stuff when we moved to Ensaum, because they have different sports out here—or sometimes just the same sport, basically, but with some different rules. Cove soccer was probably my favorite, but I don't really play sports much now.

13 - How tall are you? 6' 3".

14 - Favorite subject in school? I don't really know what my favorite was when I went to school in Tobarsha. But after we moved to Ensaum, we set up a new school, and there was a ton we had to learn about the new place. So we had a lot of field trips to nearby towns and visited a lot of other schools, and one of the new classes we had was basically cooking, while we all got used to the new plants and animals. That was my favorite.

15 - Dream job? I don't know, exactly, because jobs are different in the Cove. But if we're just talking generally, maybe a cook? It's probably less fun than it seems like it would be. Or maybe I'd just become Avis's cabin boy. [He cracks a smile.] Or Horatio's assistant or something.

#[you get the feeling this is not the first time someone has asked him where exactly it is he's from.] #me reading this like ah. sidney. i remember when you were a cheerful lad #I mean I don't blame you for not being but man. almost makes me want to go back to Old Canon #and he's not even that uncheerful here. I am going to Injure my heart writing this story lol #wip: aom #c: Sid #aom 15 questions #15 questions

[vv3spa]

yo yo wassup I saw that captured woody art and like I wanna hear abt your whole woody and jessi au thing because like it seems interesting.

Screams violently

hehe oki!! i'm not sure how much of it i've spoken about in the past (if at all) so sorry if i sound like a broken record.

woody and jessie were born on tkani prime as the second generation of kids born there (ex alongside izzy)... woody was born with cerebral palsy and jessie had just attached herself at the hip with him one day when they were kiddos. despite woody's disability he had big dreams and never stopped until he achieved them: becoming the sheriff! he takes himself and his job pretty seriously, spends years dedicating himself to the city and protecting his people to the best of his ability. jessie became his deputy along the line somewhere.

the sort of toy story parallel comes in when buzz and his gang come back to tkani prime after saving the entire planet from the zurg ship, and they've basically become stars again. space rangers became all the rage, instantly beloved and the talk of the town, and this sorta spotlight stealing is what pisses woody off. he thinks it's ridiculous that they get their names in the history books just because they did ONE thing, meanwhile woody's still just regarded as the dusty ol sheriff despite spending Years of his life dedicated to this planet and his people. i actually wrote a rewrite fic thing of a scene in toy story which highlights good points as to why he's so fussy with space rangers.

roughly, the rest of the toy story translation would go like... they get stranded on the dark side of the planet thanks to woody trying to hijack one of buzz's ships, buzz is still completely unfamiliar with most of the planets surroundings so he's not much help but he has to fix his ship somehow, and without sox's help this time that's not much of a choice so they start venturing off wherever. hijinks ensue. i dont know how to translate sid nor do i know how buzz got an explosive strapped to him in the first place (probably alien shit) buuuuut eventually that drawing i made happens somewhere along the line and they reconcile. my friend wrote a rewrite fic on that that i never linked, so shoutout to @solzer0

me and thanatos also plotted/translated some other parts of the toy story series but thats all the steam i got for now. just wait until i tell you about woody getting abducted by aliens for the toy story 2 rewrite

#lightyear #lightyear 2022 #toy story #buzz lightyear #woody pride #THANK YOU FOR ASKING i finally get to drop my lore #asks . #chuck shut up challenge .

[vamp-tsp]

hello, uh ik i hardly ever post but schools been hectic and kicking my ass so yeah... i've been feeling this... sense of creativity and i wanna try out something different, so im just gonna try writing out a story in a way which whatever comes to mind. part two will be posted maybe now or later, i dont rlly want critique rn so if u have any, i'd love to hear it in another day, thanks! -radio

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the wall and the flower.

Chapter 1 - Unfortunate Encounter

Summer. People my age love this season, the season of sunscreen and beach towels, skate parks and holiday break... but me, Sidney (Sid) Wright hate it. And it just so happens on the summer I bump into Spencer Fisher.

I spend most of my summers at home. As one does, though usually reading. Reading whatever I brought with me to my parents beach house during the summer, usually something by Alice Oseman. Alice is my favorite author, she portrays teenagers in a way that is so accurate yet still so whimsically.

I decided to go out for some iced coffee at my usual cafe and I can read some more there. So, I go over to my wardrobe and throw on my usual outfit. A simple white t-shirt, a light blue short sleeved button up, and beige cargo shorts. I slip on my vans checkered slip-ons, grab my phone, headphones, and wallet from my bed side table then make my way downstairs and out the house.

Luckily the cafe is only a short walk away from my house so I sigh in relief and I can save some time bearing the hot breeze of summer as I walk. Then, a familiar voice calls.

"Oy!! Sidney!!"

God, I hate when people call me that. My parents are hippie activists who believe in names having no assigned gender, I don't really care that they are but why did they have to name their kid Sidney? It doesn't suit me one bit. So I tell people to call me Sid.

"Erm... hello??"

I responded, feathery and softly. In which he responded, inching closer to me by the minute in a familiar animated and crisp tone.

"Sidney!! mate, I haven't seen you all summer! where have you been?!"

And there he was. The guy I dreaded to see all summer, Spencer Fisher. With his fluffy black tuffs, teal or was it blue? heavily braced teeth, and droopy but yet still obviously cheerful hazel eyes. Spencer is not at all a bad person, he's actually quite well-liked at school and studious. But, he's just too overly energetic and peppy. He's nothing like me, people describe me as this quiet and mediocre guy that you might see in the hallways of school probably listening to some underground band from the 70's or whatever. But Spencer Fisher IS the Heather of Conan Gray's song Heather. He is everything I'm not. So I don't really get why he always tries to talk to me at school... and at this moment. I sigh heavily,

"Uh... at home..? where else would you expect me to be?"

"Ah I see! I don't know, at the library??" he chuckles to himself, "so where you headed, Siddy?"

Siddy. Siddy? God, can this guy get anymore annoying? I don't understand why he hangs out with me but I just have to endure it, I don't wanna seem rude.

"Oh... um... Coffee Roasterie."

His face light up, smiling widely and he cheers,

"No way... really!? I am too!! can I come along?"

Great. Just fantastic. You have got to be joking me, I just wanted to get my latte and finish this chapter of Radio Silence by Alice Oseman and I can enjoy the rest of my afternoon.

"Okay, not like I have a choice do I?"

He snickers, "Nope! so, what you up to these days mate?"

He's one of those lads at school where he calls everyone mate, plays some type of sport, and all the girls and guys are obsessed with him.

"I... uh..."

I don't know what to answer. What if he calls me some sort of loser for just being at home all summer? I mean he never has but you'll never know from someone like Spencer. He waits patiently as I finally answer,

"You know... just some reading... a bit of blogging... and stuff... and... yeah."

There was a pause. It lasted a bit too long for my liking but the silence was quickly filled when he adds,

"Ah! I see, gosh I'm jealous! you have it so laid-back. Though, we all have our own private hobbies don't we? Personally for me, I've been having training. Swimming! I mean..."

Swimming? I have never heard of him being interested in swimming but before I could ask, we arrived at the cafe. We walked in and went over to the line as he continues,

"Yeah I swim back stroke, I usually have land training when I'm not in the water on the weekends, week days after school is usually swim practice. I'll admit, it gives the worse body aches and chlorine scented hair but pretty fun to be honest."

He talks a lot. Spencer Fisher is known for his chatterbox, he's also known for his lisp. He tends to bite his tongue when he pronounces the letter s because of his braces. I've heard him talk about how he hated his braces and to be honest, I wasn't sure whether to agree with him or not but nonetheless he's always smiling.

"Oh I see, that's pretty cool actually, wouldn't expect that from you."

"You're a man of few words huh, sid? gives me the urge to tell you a secret but I'm not sure whether I should or not."

Is he saying I don't have any friends to tell them too or is he implying I'm too quiet or timid to tell anyone? because either way, I don't like it.

"Well... it's on you, I don't... really have anyone to tell it to."

"Seriously?! well here goes!"

He leans in close to my ear, his hot breath hitting the tip of my ear and he puts his hand over to my ear to direct his voice to my ear as he says,

"Actually, I'm really into-"

But before he could get a word in that actually made context, the cashier clears her throat implying for us to order. Interrupting us, thank god. But part of me wonders... what is he into? He flinches and darts his eyes towards her direction as he puts his hand down and says,

"Oh! sorry, I'll have an iced caramel macchiato! and you, sid?"

"Just an Iced chai latte please."

The cashier nods, saying

"Okay, that will be 9.99 please."

Spencer nods and he grabs his wallet from his pockets as I do too, but before I could pay for mine he already handed it to the cashier as he says clearly,

"Sid. We'll get going now, thanks."

Which catches me by surprise since he used my name for both of our drinks. But, before I could get a word in He shoots a look at me saying,

"Come on, let's not hold up the line! let's go find a table!"

And just like that, I found myself hanging out with Spencer Fisher at my usual cafe on a saturday summer afternoon. I thought to myself, what could possibly go wrong?

- TBC -

[autumnslance]

☠: something i found challenging

Is this another “writer’s choice”? If so I’ma talk about…

“This Home Wrested Forth”

Which is currently found only in the Blackest Night fanzine for Dark Knights; I won’t be able to post it publicly for another month or so when the “leftover” sales go up. Preorders are out though—digital’s available, and the printed copies are on their way—and I really wanna talk about it!

Cuz it was rough! I’ve long had an idea/headcanon of Sidurgu and Alaqa as clanmates, survivors of the same massacre, but who went on very different paths due to that horrific time. I wanted them to meet, and for the trio of conjuration girls to hang out.

We’d also had some discussions in one of my Discord channels about the weirdness of some characters and players in insisting that all Ala Mhigans or other refugees “should go ‘home’” and the complications of that word. Cuz while they were victims of war and upheaval and had fled initially, not everyone would want to upend their lives again 20 years later to return to a rebuilding nation. In 20 years families blended, children were born, and so on. Gundobald says it well too, in one of the side quests from Rhalgr’s Reach, to lead back some of the Ala Mhigans who do want to return, old and young alike. But Little Ala Mhigo remains, and so does the Old Bear, as that’s home now for many of those people.

So that was how the general idea of how the plot clicked into place; 2 refugees who grew up in foreign lands and adopted them as their own, dealing with an issue of the Ala Mhigans in the Twelveswood, and an idea I’d also long had about Hearers that the Stormblood Leatherworking quests touched on.

OK. So how to tell that story? Especially since this was my first fanzine project, and while the draft deadlines didn’t bother me, the word count did.

We had a word limit; it’s necessary in a compilation like this, with so many other great stories and comics and artwork. So there was a lot I had to leave out. I didn’t get as much of the teen girls and their friendship and learning as I wanted, or interactions between them and Alaqa and Sid. Or even as many Sid and Alaqa interacts, though they have the most in the story as they reconnect and deal with the situation in Quarrymill.

Point of view ended up difficult; even in Close 3rd Person I was having trouble finding where to start, Eventually somehow I hit on telling the story in Second Person; it’s a controversial POV for sure, one I’ve used only a few times, but it felt “right” for this particular story. And honestly, given the Dark Knight storyline, also makes sense, even if Sidurgu doesn’t have an Esteem equivalent. But the journal and general quest style makes it fit well.

Once I had that, it was a matter of hitting very specific plot beats; I took some inspiration from the Lodestone official stories, where they also have to tell an entire story in a tight word limit, and used that as a framework for the style, and what to leave in and what to leave out.

The story definitely wants to be longer, and I may revisit that notion someday. If I do, it may go back to 3rd person, maybe even shift POVs between characters, I don’t know. But in the end, I am pleased with how tightly written the phrasing and descriptions are, telling what needs to be, still getting some poetic turns in there, some cute moments between the characters. On rereading my digital copy now, months later, I like the story again; I was really frustrated and despairing at its quality when I handed it in, but now I think it’s all right!

And the mods of the @drkzine have been great at managing this project, and have overall made my first ever fanzine project a blast to work on, so I may have to look out for more to join in the future.

#final fantasy xiv #Lyn Writing #Lyn Meta #Dark Knight #Blackest Night #fanzine #fanfiction #writing

[shinidamachu]

Hey sid! Ik this is random to ask but I wanna know what do u think about this comment, I can't help that what this person said is so true tho..😶‍🌫️

Wholeheartedly agree.

I've adopted the policy of abstaining from posting about it, in the hopes of moving on and helping whatever hype it still gets to die down, which includes deleting any asks I still get regarding the subject.

But considering it's been a while and you asked me, out of anon, what my thoughts are on this topic, I feel obliged to give you my honest opinion. Here it goes.

If there's one thing I hate, it's being manipulated. And using my favorite characters to trick me into consuming grooming propaganda it's a whole new low.

Not to mention that I've been pretty vocal, at the time, against the panty shots this mangaka drew of a 14 years old character. It would have been pretty hypocritical on my part to look past it now, just because my favorite ship got more screentime.

In fact, is it even my favorite ship? Because Inuyasha and Kagome are out of character most of the time. I don't know who those strangers are, but the characters I know and love would never sit by and not only letting a little girl get groomed, but also being okay with it and envying the relationship she has with her abuser.

I fail to understand what I, as an Inukag shipper, would gain from this glorified, non-canon doujinshi that I couldn't get from a well written fanfic or a well designed fanart.

As far as I can tell, this adaptation is even worse than the original, because even though both are clear portraits of grooming, the latter, despite tone deaf, lacked romance, while the former had no shame in romanticizing the grooming implications, selling the idea that the relationship was natural instead of wicked and getting away with it due to its slightly better writting.

Everyone is free to consume whatever media they want, whatever they want, of course. I'm not here to judge anybody, especially because a considerable amount of mutuals are following the story. I myself have been collecting the benefits of a more active timeline on twitter and the beautiful redraws the screenshots provided.

But even through pirating, when we talk about the doujinshi and share its panels, we're actually advertising it to other people who, otherwise, might not ever find out about it. And maybe these people will support it even if we don't.

That's why I try my best to avoid engaging with it. The faster it falls into oblivion, the better. In the meantime, my attention is reserved only for people who create Inukag content free of grooming conotations. Anyone else can do as they please.

#Sidmailing