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slasherbvnnie · 1 year

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Until We Found You | Part VI

Part VI is finally here! I’m enjoying writing this mini series so much, I love my boys! Things might be going a bit slower now that spring break is up, but I promise to update as frequently as possible. Part VII is already half way written! I hope you enjoy, and as always, heed the tags.

Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Eventual Poly!Ghostface x reader, Eventual NSFW, All characters 18+

Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V Part VII Part VIII Part IX

Word Count: 1724

Your eyes narrowed at Stu, wondering why the usually laid back loud mouth was suddenly tensing from your surprise. “Yeah, he called me last night about it too, asked if he thought our professor would let him retake the exam,” he added in, pulling his gaze away from you before looking to Tatum. “Damn, I hope he feels better, tell him that for me, will you Sid?” She asked as Sidney nodded, “I will. Well, you should be heading to class, shouldn’t you?” She asked, looking to you and Stu, “Yeah, I don’t want the professor locking me out again,” Stu said as you gave a nod. “I’ll see you guys later,” you said to the girls before you and Stu headed off for class.

“What were you staring at me for earlier,” you questioned Stu, making him look down at you in surprise. “What do you mean?” He asked as you sighed, “you looked like I was gonna find out some big secret about Billy, like him cheating on Sid or that he’s ghostface,” you said half jokingly, making Stu chuckle. “Billy’s no killer, he may-“ “yeah yeah, may have crazy eyes but he’s no killer, you’ve said that already.” You said as he looked down, shaking his head. “Can we drop this until after the exam?” He asked, holding the door open for you.

Once you were sat down in your usual spot, you messaged Billy, shooting him a text about where he was. His response was that you sounded just like his dad, even sending you a picture of a paper with a doctors excuse for todays exam, telling you to just calm down and focus on your test. You felt better, feeling the stirring in your stomach calming down, but you had to admit Stu scared you for a second. You were crazy for thinking the killer was Billy, shaking your head at yourself for even thinking it. Not only would it be crazy, but that would also mean you unknowingly betrayed one of your best friends, Sidney. The thought made you feel guilty just for thinking it, sighing as you put your phone away to go over your notes before the test started. Whoever they were, you hoped they were safe and not dead in the woods somewhere.

After class you didn’t see Tatum or Sidney, wondering if they had another class that you had forgotten about today. You had left Stu behind, not forgetting about your promise to revisit the conversation from earlier but you just felt like you needed a moment to breathe before continuing it. You looked to your side, smiling as you saw one of the guys from your class. “Hey, hard test today, huh,” he said as you gave a little laugh and nodded. “Yeah, I think I did okay, but I’m probably a long ways away from a hundred,” you joked as he laughed. “If you ever need help, I’d be happy to have a study date with you,” he offered, flashing you a smile as you blushed. Your hand rubbed over your backpack strap, looking to him and humming, “a study date?” You asked as he stuttered, “well- not like a date date, just a study one…unless you would like the offer of a real date,” he said as you smiled. A few weeks ago you may have accepted, but you had two secret lovers now, two homicidal secret lovers. “Thanks but-“ you frowned when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders, pulling down your turtle neck with their index finger. “She’s taken, Bailey, but we do appreciate your offer,” you heard Stu say as the other furrowed his brows. “Stuart? Aren’t you with Tatum?” He questioned as Stu laughed, “I am, but the little vixen here has a secret boyfriend, and we’re ninety percent sure they’re the killer so I would get to running if I were you,” he said, the other noticeably stiffening before walking off.

“Stu!” You yelled, pushing his shoulder to get him off of you. “What? I’m just telling the truth,” he said as you scoffed. “It is none of your business, and I wasn’t even going to accept! You didn’t have to scare him,” you huffed out at him, as he laughed. “You’re right, your ghostface boyfriend would’ve taken care of him instead,” he teased you, making a stabbing motion at you as you rolled your eyes. “Whatever, if I find him dead tomorrow my first suspect is you,” you joked as he smirked, “I’m honored,” he chuckled, putting his arm around your shoulder again. “I’m having a party tomorrow tonight, Tate is sending the troops to recruit, wanna come by?” He asked as you nodded, “good, her and Sid are out shopping for the food and stuff, wanna come with me and Billy for beers?” He hummed, you looking up to him, “isn’t Billy half dead?” You asked jokingly as Stu shook his head. “He was, said he’s better now,” he hummed as you nodded. “Drop me off at my house so I can change and drop my backpack off,” you said as he agreed.

You sighed as Stu once again turned up the stereo in the car, you sitting and praying that Billy would beat Macher up for ruining your eardrums at your young age as he walked to the car. “Stu, lower that shit down, half the town can hear it,” Billy said as he hopped in, Stu laughing and lowering it a little. “You two really sound alike, you know,” he said as he started off for the liquor store. “Feeling any better, Billy?” You asked as you turned his way, smiling a little when he answered yes. “You know I half thought you were the killer, Sid said one of Oliver’s friends got a stab at him yesterday,” you said jokingly, noticing the boys looking at each other before Stu burst into laughter. “He may have crazy eyes like one but Billy is no killer,” Stu said as Billy chuckled, “Yeah, just got food poisoning from shitty hall food is all. I’m going on a pure diet of frozen food now,” he said as he sat back and ran his hand over his face. “Maybe the beer will help you feel even better then, or at least make you forget you’re sick,” you joked.

The first stop was a bulk store to buy the beers, although Stu was loaded he didn’t enjoy spending the money on expensive stuff knowing other college kids were just most likely going to spill it on his floors. You pushed the cart as they boys walked on either side of you, Stu talking about the exam and giving Billy the answers he knew. “You know, Stu had me half believing you were the killer this morning,” you said jokingly, both boys heads whipping towards you. “Oh really, why is that?” Billy questioned you as he gave a glare to Stu. “I thought it was kinda weird to hear you were sick. I’ve known you for a year and you’ve never even gotten a cold, even fucking allergies. Then this one goes all bug eyed on me like I just found out a deep dark secret,” you said as Billy chuckled. “So why did that make you think it was me,” he hummed as he continued to walk, Stu stopping the basket as Billy held the freezer door open as Stu grabbed the beer cases.

“Didn’t Tate tell you guys? The killer was stabbed last night. I heard Weathers this morning reporting it, they managed to kill two of the guys but the other two fought back. One actually stabbed ghostface, I thought you were claiming to be out sick because you secretly got stabbed last night.” You admitted as Billy laughed. “Well you saw my doctors note, couldn’t have been me, the cops were out at all the hospitals last night and this morning,” he claimed as you nodded, “yeah.” You let the boys pile the beer cases into the cart, pointing to a case of hard lemonade. “What’s with you and spiked lemonade?” Stu asked as he grabbed a case and put it in with the others. “I like alcohol, I just don’t like tasting it,” “you sound like a kid,” Billy laughed as you pouted.

After you all made a stop at the liquor store to buy harder alcohol, you were sat in the backseat of the car as Billy and Stu fought over what song to play next. Billy eventually one, playing Romeo’s Distress over the speakers. “So, how are you feeling with the whole Oliver things? Pretty creepy since we were talking about him before he, you know, got gutted,” Stu said as Billy shot him a glare. “Um, sad I guess, I don’t know. It just feels…weird, you know?” You said as Stu asked you how, making you shrug. “I mean, it’s sad but…I guess cause he made my life hell for so long I just feel kinda…I don’t know,” you mumbled, recalling all the times Oliver had humiliated you.

A silence washed over the three of you, you fiddled around with the sleeves of your jacket, looking up when you saw Billy looking at you. “Hey well, at least he won’t hurt you anymore,” he said, gently touching your face. You paused for a moment, stunned by his touch. “Jesus, you’re a fucking corpse, Loomis,” you said as you brushed his hand off.

Stu drove you to your house, sighing when you saw news reporters waiting. “Probably want a statement from a survivor,” you grumbled, shaking your head. “Can I crash at one of yours for tonight?” “What, don’t want to be questioned about your boyfriend?” Stu joked as you let out a sarcastic laugh, “haha, very funny. No, I don’t want to do some janky interview about a killer they’re never going to find.” You huffed as Stu started to drive again.

“Why do you say that?” Billy asked as you shrugged, “five people dead and all they have to go off of is some footprint in a size half the town wears? They’re fucked,” you said with a huff. “Besides, ghostface is way too smart for that, they’re probably pinning it all on someone right now,” you mumbled as you sat back in your seat and relaxed.

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elihashadenough · 4 months

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Pairing: max verstappen x male reader (could be read by masc presenting people)

Summary: sometimes things go right in the moment but will they always be right? can they survive through the hardships of love? can their love hold the test of a treacherous path of love?

a/n: here you all go, chapter 2 is now in your hands, and again none of the music used is mine all the credits go to the singers and the writers and i know this chapter is shorter but chapter 3 is coming . I hope you all enjoy it as much as i did writing it :)

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ynln-official: got ready, waited for the flight, and found sid

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user60: is sid supposed to be…max

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user28: I think so

user18: not y/n calling max sid

maxverstappen1: I’m going to let go off the sid thing

ynln-official: it was funny, you laughed when you read it

maxverstappen1: I didn’t

ynln-official: you did, now don’t start pretending you didn’t

user62: I’m already loving this and the season haven’t even started

user48: literally same!!! I just know maxy/n fans are going to have their hands filled with the content.

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ynln-official: we are not going to talk about the barbell

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landonorris: what happened with the barbell

ynln-official: we don’t talk about it

landonorris: did it accidentally fell

maxverstappen1: yeah, it was hilarious

user82: I didn’t know y/n could play the guitar?

user34: babes he writes music aswell

user82: does he put it out on platforms? I’m shocked I didn’t know this

user34: I don’t think so, I haven’t seen him ever talk about it.

i hope you all enjoyed this, it took alot of effort and i'm very excited to post this. I hope you all have a wonderful day/night ❤️

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grimoireofhayley · 10 months

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Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, eventual Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA (rape), Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ content, Stalking, Jealousy, Angst, Possessiveness, (let me know if there’s more that needs to be added!)

Word Count: 1.02k

Tag List: @ev3ningrain @nerdytif @m-the-little-witch

A/N: Ah, I hope y’all feel lucky. Two chapters in one day! I hope you enjoy this one as much as I enjoyed writing it. I hope I captured Randy, Billy, and Stu’s personality correctly. Thank you so much for reading! I’m hoping I’d get an update out tomorrow, but if not, it should be up later on this week at some point so keep an eye open. I also wrote this on my iPad, so I apologize if there’s any grammatical errors. I’ll proofread again tomorrow and put out an updated version. Oh, again, if you wanna be added to the tag list, just comment down below. Thank you :)

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Chapter 3

“Remember, your principal loves you, and I want you to be safe. All students are encouraged to return to their homes promptly from school grounds…” The principal spoke over the PA, “Avoid strangers, walk in twos and threes—“

You pinched the bridge of your nose, visibly stressed from all the questioning. You haven’t a clue why you were so upset about everything, you weren’t the killer, but for some reason it felt like you were. Maybe you should’ve lied? Twisted the story a bit so you didn’t reveal you were a mistress at some point in your life.

“I am a slut..” You mumbled, dragging your fingers down your face, causing your eyes to droop. “Now Brooke is definitely going to find out, how am I to confront her on that?” You asked no one in particular.

You stared at the vibrant blue sky, squinting when the sun flashed your eyes. “Have mercy on me, please?” You begged the man upstairs, not expecting an answer in return.

“What kind of questions did they ask you, Sid?” You heard Tatum’s voice in the distance.

You blew a raspberry, putting your brave face on and sauntered over to your friend group at the fountain.

“They asked if I knew Casey…” Sidney’s voice soon followed.

“Hi, guys!” You chirped, sitting in front of Stu, Billy, Tatum and Sidney, unintentionally stopping their conversation.

“Hello, Sweetcheeks!” Stu blurted, eyes glazing over you, a small smirk planted on his lips. “What took you so long?” He groaned, “It’s always so boring when you aren’t here!” He frowned, tossing his head back.

“Gee, thanks Stu..” Tatum snipped, causing you to giggle.

You looked over to Billy, seeing Sidney leaning against his legs, your face contorting in disgust as jealousy was creeping up on you. You mentally slapped yourself, looking away and back at Stu.

“Uh, they had me stay longer for questioning…” You admitted, leaning back against your bag, stretching out your legs.

“Huh? Why?” Billy asked, curiously.

“Yeah, why’s that?” Sidney mumbled.

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat.

“Just reasons, I guess.”

“Speaking of questioning, did they ask if you like to hunt?” Stu looked at Billy and Randy who seemed to have shown up out of nowhere.

“Yeah, they did. Did they ask you?” Billy answered and probed, Randy nodded in agreement.

“Hunt? Why would they ask you if you liked to hunt?” Tatum voiced.

“Because their bodies were gutted.” Randy spoke up, shoving a peanut in his mouth.

“They didn’t ask me if I liked to hunt…” both Sidney and Tatum declared.

Stu looked around, but his eyes always seemed to land on you, which caused you to blush, and chew on your fingernail.

“‘Cause there’s no way a girl could’ve killed ‘em..” Stu laughed.

“That’s bullshit. The killer could easily be female, basic instinct.”

“That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same thing…” Randy butted in.

“Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. And the fact is, it takes a man to do something like that.” Stu grinned, still staring at you without realizing it.

You leaned in, placing your chin on the palm of your hand. “Really now? If that’s so, then why did they ask me if I liked to hunt, Stu?” You smirked, catching all of them off guard. “Like Tatum said, the killer could easily be a girl. Though, with how they were killed it was clearly a man. They’re all the same, messy. They like to play with their prey. A woman on the other hand, knows how to get things done, swiftly and cleanly. Why do you think they don’t get caught as easily?” You finished your statement. Drumming your fingers across your lap in triumph.

“That was— I was not expecting that.” Stu laughed loudly, bewilderment lingering around him like an aroma of some sorts. Billy was just as shocked, but more amused.

However, Sidney wasn’t having it. “How… How do you gut someone?” She asked.

“You take a knife—“ Stu started and Billy looked up from his lunch. “And you slit ‘em from the groin to the sternum..”

“Hey.” Billy cut Stu off, glaring at him. “It’s called tact, you fuckrag.”

You sighed, shaking your head.

“Hey, (Y/n)..” Sidney asked, ignoring Billy and Stu’s former conversation.

Your ears perked and you looked at her confused.

“Didn’t you used to date Steve Orth?”

‘Now how in the fuck could she have possibly known that…’ You thought, your ears turning red from anger and you clenched your fist.

“Yeah, for like a couple of months..”

“Hold up, did I miss a chapter or something? When the hell did you date him?” Billy asked, looking somewhat pissed.

“Uh, yeah, I have to agree with Billy here.. when the hell did that happen?” Tatum’s eyes widened, she felt betrayed.

“Jesus, guys, it was only a couple of months, I don’t even know how Sidney found out.” You started, shooting Sidney a glare.

“Can we change the subject, please?”

“Did you sleep with him?” Stu mumbled, starting to get irritated as well.

“All of you, please just shut up. It is not a big deal.” You demanded.

“Are the police aware that you dated the victim?” Randy asked, ignoring your pleas.

“Hey, what are you saying? That I killed both Casey and Steve?” Your mouth gaped at the accusation.

“It just makes sense, ex-girlfriend not over the relationship, gets jealous seeing her lover with someone else… You know, the scorned ex who kills for revenge!” Randy shouted, earning a few stares in the process from passersby’s.

“(Y/n) was with me last night, okay?” Billy spoke, winking at you from behind Sidney.

“Yeah, I was…” You stated, catching Sidney’s eyes darting your way.

“Was that before or after you sliced them up?”

“Hold on, you went to (Y/n)‘s after you came by my place? You said you were going to Stu’s!” Sidney flared her nostrils, anger bubbling to the surface.

“Oh, brother…” You whispered, face-palming. Seeing Sidney hurriedly packing up her things, she didn’t give neither you or Billy time to explain...

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luwritesomething · 1 year

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HOW DIFFERENT SCREAM CHARACTERS WOULD CUDDLE WITH READER.

hi !!! since i haven't gotten any requests out this weekend due to schoolwork, i decided to make these short headcanons for the main friend group in scream 1 + mickey altieri. i'll soon start writing all your requests !!!

Sidney Prescott

listen i have the feeling that she's great at cuddles for some reason.

we know for a fact that after her mother she started rejecting sexual touches or advances, but she most definetely loves cuddles.

it would be so natural for her to start cuddling if you two are together.

and she truly does enjoy physical touch, especially as a form of intimacy.

i think physical touch might just be her love language.

so she's always touching you lightly, stroking your hair, idk she's always physically there.

sid also leans a lot into you, like she does with billy at the fountain when they're talking about casey and steve

it's just natural for her.

chilling in bed with her arm around you might just be her favorite activity.

Tatum Riley

LISTEN,,, she loves cuddling you !!

she's really cuddle

tatum is very keen to physical contact with everyone, even people she doesn't know that well

so people she loves or is close too??? they're so spoiled with her touch.

probably likes bring the big spoon but doesn't mind to be the center of attention from time to time.

please cuddle her during her vulnerable to moments, all queens break </3

teases you a lot about liking her cuddles, especially if you've told her you do like them.

but in like,,, a loving and fun way.

she always has the widest smile in her face when you two are together, especially if you're alone and cuddling. this girl loves you so much <3

she also looks like someone comfortable to cuddle with

like, the kind of person that is soft and it all feels cozy and right.

Randy Meeks

i love him so much i have to write more for him.

i feel like randy in scream 1 was a bit more shy than he was in scream 2

so like,,, he will not initiate physical contact with you under no circumstances, you're gonna have to be the one

especially if you're in a relationship with him, he's gonna take everything so painfully slow

but that doesn't mean he doesn't want to cuddle you

heck, he's dying to cuddle you, he's just kind of waiting for the perfect moment to introduce it more and more. he's so silly i love him

once you do start cuddling he gets ADDICTED

please don't cuddle him while you guys are watching movies because he'll JUMP --- his body is in tension while watching movies, especially horror ones, so just... don't

but please come cuddle him while you're resting at the fountain with the others

and please come cuddle him when you stay for the night at his place

WILL get flustered if his little sister walks in on you two cuddling bc he just looks like the type

awkward moments are real with him. like, getting too hot because of the proximity and not bearing the heat, accidentally touching what's not to touch, all that stuff no one talks about when cuddling.

"randy, that's my butt."

"SORRY!"

"y/n, my arm is falling asleep, move"

Billy Loomis

he's touch starved, that's the starter

but also he's very picky about who he touches, when and how

assholy claims he doesn't cuddle like he's gonna get a fucking price or something

but he's actually a sucker for cuddles

the thing is he only ever cuddles with people he's known for a very very very very very very very long time

so there's that

please don't touch his hair while you guys cuddle, you'll get oil all over your hands

he's that motherfucker that will reject your touch and the next minute have his arm around your waist

because the fact is,,, billy is actually touchy

especially if he wants to get something

but anyways,,,

he'll cuddle you while you two watch movies, but eventually will stop since he'll rather put his whole attention in the movie

fortunately, billy is hyper aware while cuddling. no awkward moments will ever happen because he avoids touching what's not to touch every single time, and he'll do it so subtly too

he fell asleep in ten minutes the first time you guys cuddled.

that's a compliment since he almost never has his guard down, especially not during first times

please rub his back while cuddling !!!

Stu Macher

stu is probably the best one to cuddle

he's a very physical person and he loves cuddles

will beg for them if needed

but truth is, in your relationship cuddles came early and with the intention to stick around.

he just loves dropping anything he's doing to go cuddle you

will get bored soon, though, so shifting positions is a constant, and doing something else is a must.

please let him be the little spoon from time to time

he just wants to be held

please touch his hair while cuddling him !!!!!

whatever it is you're doing, come cuddle him !!!!!

"there's nothing a good cuddling session can't fix, babe"

will smile so brightly, too, because you just look so beautiful in his arms and all relaxed <3

Mickey Altieri

he's so smooth about every single move he makes in your relationship duwhdooqiw

will introduce cuddles slowly, but truth is, he has always been touching you

like,,, reassurance touches during classes, or when you guys are out with the others

somehow, he was always touching you

which gives away the fact that he loves physical contact

will cuddle you while watching movies with you, and will end up forgetting about them to instead focus on you

he always feels so calm when he has his arms around you, pulling you closer to him

mickey closes his eyes and smells your scent softly

and the first time he did so he blushed because he had never realized how much he liked you until then

will play with your hands

i don't know how to explain it but fidgeting with each other's hands and fingers is the best feelings ever

especially when cuddling

he laughs a lot when he cuddles you. he's very happy that he gets to do that with you

GOD, HE LOVES YOU SO MUCH

marry the damn killer already

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mrsaltieri-real · 11 months

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Love your Tumblr!

Could you please post reader hooking up with Mickey during that sorority party?

Thank you x

A Distraction (Mickey Altieri X Fem!AFAB!Reader)

The story of the first time you and Mickey Altieri hooked up, leading you to becoming friends with benefits.

Hi thank you so much!

I’m assuming you mean the sorority party from The Sound Room.

This is my first time writing smut so I’m really sorry if this is shit! I tried my best <3

Warning/s: language, smutty smut smut, p in v, clit play, degradation, orgasm denial, unprotected sex (use a condom), hair pulling, spanking, overstimulation, Mickey being a dick during sex but in a hot way, ect

18+ ONLY🔞

Read The Sound Room here

You sat on the couch, your fingers lightly tracing the ridges of the red solo cup in your hand as you listened to a drunken Randy babbling on about what movie to put into the VCR. The deja vu of the eerily similar conversation in Woodsbro a year ago made you feel a little uneasy and in all honesty, a bit sick. You sighed, taking a small sip of your drink, intending in that moment to get as drunk as possible.

Sidney and Randy were slowly moving on from what had happened last year. Sid was somewhat thriving, still a little on edge but happier which was largely due to her new boyfriend, Derek. He was sweet to her, no obvious homicidal tendencies and he made her happy which is all you could want for her after everything she went through with Billy Loomis.

Randy was doing even better. He went into college happier than anything that he was no longer a virgin thanks to you and the “favour” you’d given him the night before you’d left for Windsor. He loved college, his geekiness and love for films was a lot more tolerated and even admired here than it ever was in Woodsbro.

Then there was you. You didn’t know if you just weren’t as strong as them, but you were finding it a lot more difficult to move on. You felt homesick being so far from your family, but also felt physically sick at the idea of ever stepping foot in the town ever again.

Randy was still babbling on about what to watch when you decided you needed some air. You stood up, catching Sid’s eye as you walked toward the back door to find some place quiet. You felt her gentle hand touch your shoulder, making you jump a little as you turned to face her.

“Are you alright?“ she asked, her big brown eyes sympathetic. You felt pathetic whenever she asked this. You didn’t know why it was taking you so long to move on from Woodsbro. It had been Sidney that was by far the most impacted, so why were you acting like such a little fucking victim?

“Yeah,” you said as brightly as you could muster. “yeah, Sid I’m good. I’m just gonna get some air. The drinks are going straight to my head.” You forced a small laugh but it wasn’t exactly a lie. You were definitely already tipsy.

As soon as the cool night breeze hit you, you instantly felt better. You sucked in some air, relishing in the feeling of the cool summer air swirling down your throat and filling up your lungs and closed your eyes. It was quieter out here, almost everyone was inside enjoying the party. Almost.

“Oh, hey!”

Your eyes shot open and you jumped a little before your eyes focused on Mickey Altieri sat on one of the patio chairs by himself, his video camera clutched in his hand.

“Oh, hi Mickey.” You smiled a little, moving over to where he sat.

You knew Mickey, but not well. He was roommates with Sid’s boyfriend, in the same film class as Randy and shared a Statistics class with you so you were in the same circle of friends, but hardly ever really spoke to each other. But now, you found his presence oddly calming and felt yourself gravitating toward him to escape the hubbub of the loud sorority party.

“What’re you doin out here by yourself?” You asked, sitting down beside him but maintaining a safe distance. “Not your scene?”

“Oh, I love a party, but if I hear another sorority girl complain to me about how her boyfriend is ‘just the worst’ I’m gonna blow my fucking head off.”

A smile broke across your face and you let out a little laugh. Mickey grinned back at you, his face somewhat lighting up when he heard you laugh. “What about you?“ he asked, carefully placing his camera beside him on a cushion.

“Meh.” You sighed, leaning back against the soft material of the couch, taking another swig of your drink. It had started off as vodka cranberry but eventually had slowly just turned into vodka on every trip to the kitchen. You were a little drunk at this point, but still able to hold a conversation. “Last time I went to a party people died so I avoid going to them as much as possible.”

Mickey raised his eyebrows a little when he heard how blatantly you spoke about what had happened in California last year. Sidney hardly ever talked about it and if he was being honest, he avoided speaking to Randy about it as much as possible for obvious reasons. The kid thought of himself as a horror movie expert. The freaky film student asking him about a massacre with what was due in the coming months? Not the best idea.

“Ah.” He murmured, studying your face with his eyes before saying carefully, “you wanna talk about it?”

You glanced at Mickey and smiled a little. “Not that specifically. But everyone just seems to have moved on and I…”

“Find it harder?” Mickey finished.

“Mm.” You hummed. “Guess I’m not as strong as Sid and Randy.”

“Nah I don’t believe that.” Mickey announced, taking a sip of his own drink. “I think you probably haven’t had as many distractions as they have.”

“Distractions?” You repeated, eyeing him a little.

“Yeah. Sidney’s got Derek and I’m sure he keeps her very distracted,” Mickey’s tone was painfully suggestive and it made another smile break across your face. “…and Randy’s got his little films to keep him company. What have you got?”

You thought about that for a second. What HAD you got? It was then you realized Mickey was right. You didn’t really have anything to take your mind off of it, so every moment was just whirling through your head all day and all night. Maybe that’s exactly what you needed. A distraction.

You looked at Mickey again and this time really… saw him. His hair was a dark and little disheveled in a sexy kind of way, his brown eyes were deep and wild and looked like pools of honey framed by impossibly long and thick black lashes and as he smiled at you, his lightly flushed cheeks had small dimples set in them. He was tall, muscular and he clearly took care of himself and he smelled amazing. Like honeysuckle and fresh laundry.

In that moment, slightly tipsy and hating the feeling of loneliness and past trauma, you thought why the fuck not.

“Fuck!” You gasped a little as Mickey’s lips crashed against yours. It was messy, teeth clanking together and tongues swirling urgently but you didn’t care. This was exactly what you needed, a mindless carefree fuck in a sorority bathroom.

His large hands were rough as he palmed your breast through your thin dress as he kissed you, groaning a little when he felt your teeth lightly sink into his bottom lip and your hands tug his soft hair. His tongue tasted on alcohol and mint and it only added to how hot all of this was. You’d never randomly hooked up with anyone at a party and you couldn’t imagine anyone better to be doing it with.

You subconsciously patted yourself on the back for wearing a short summer dress to this party as you felt one of his hands move to circle your waist and the other slide between your legs.

“Jesus,” he whispered as he felt the damp patch staining your panties, “been a while, huh?”

You ignored him, too wrapped up in your own head as Mickey’s finger started gently circling your clothed clit and you let out a small whine, pushing yourself down on his hand. His eyes remained set on your face the whole time, your gorgeous expression only making him harder.

He didn’t waste any time removing your panties, rising back up to meet your lips again. You felt his fingers finally make direct contact with your throbbing clit and you gasped against his mouth as he applied the perfect pressure and started skillfully moving his fingers in small circles. You broke the kiss, head falling back against the door of the bathroom as your chest heaved. It clearly had been a while because you could feel the familiar build in your stomach start growing after only about a minute and a half as you moved your hips in sync with his hand when he suddenly pulled it away, making your eyes shoot open and send him a confused, slightly pissed off look.

“Why did you-“

“No. Don’t even think about cumming yet.” He said, his voice assertive and dripping with arousal. “Look at you..” his tone, despite himself was mocking. “I’ve hardly even touched you yet and you’re already about to cum on my fingers? So fucking needy.” He pulled back more, eyeing you up and down a little. “Take your fucking clothes o-“

Before he could even finish talking you were already sliding the straps of your dress down your shoulders and heard him let out a small groan as saw you weren’t wearing a bra. In any other situation, you’d feel uncomfortable with a guy you hardly knew looking at you the way Mickey was, but whether it was the alcohol, the stress or whatever else, you really didn’t give a shit.

“You going to keep staring or are you going to fuck me?” You asked him, trying to keep your voice light.

His eyes lifted to yours and he raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you want me to eat your pussy first?”

You blushed a little at how casually he said it before shaking your head and stepping forward, pulling him closer to you by the loops of his jeans, sliding your hands a little over his clothed bulge and beginning to unbuckle his belt. “You already felt how wet I am. I need to do this now.” You insisted, not bothering to disguise the desperation in your voice.

It turned Mickey on to see you so desperate for him. As soon as his belt was undone and his jeans and boxers off, your eyes flickered down to see his thick cock resting on his lower stomach and you felt your breath hitch a little. It was by far the prettiest cock you’d ever seen. You wanted to suck it, feel it throbbing in your warm mouth, but that could wait for another time. You needed to feel him fill you up more than you needed air to breathe.

“You gonna keep staring or are you gonna-“

You cut Mickey off from his teasing tone repeating what you’d said a couple of seconds ago with a kiss that made him stumble back a little, hands gripping your waist, his fingers digging into your soft skin so hard it was bound to leave bruises. You felt his hands move to your ass as he lifted you, guiding your legs around his waist. You could feel your pussy rubbing along his shaft as he did so, cussing as you let out a soft whimper as the heat of his throbbing cock rubbed against your clit.

“Hold on.” He mumbled, still gently rolling his hips to rub his tip against your engorged clit. “Condom?”

“N-no.” You voice faltered a little at the pressure of his gentle teasing strokes. “I’m on the pill.”

An angelic smile spread across his face at that news. “Good.” He wanted to feel you. All of you. Feel how wet you were for him, feel your juices on his cock.

It all went very quickly after that.

Holding you against the door, he pulled his hips back a little before arching them upwards, slowly filling you up and watching your face as he did so. You let out a low hiss at the satisfying stretch and your head fell back against the door behind you.

“Fuck.” He groaned, hands still gripping your ass as he pushed himself further into you, relishing in the feeling of your pussy squeezing his cock so tight it was almost painful as he did so. “I wasn’t expecting you to be this fucking tight.”

Not giving you much time to adjust, he started thrusting upward into your pussy, bending his head down to start skillfully swirling his tongue around your stiff nipples, nipping at them gently.

“Mickey- fuck-“ your hands gripped his toned biceps and he smirked a little with your nipple still gently clasped between his teeth before he moved away, adjusting your weight so you were fully pressed up against the door by his body and his hand was still gripping your ass as he pounded up into you. You clit was gently rubbing against the area of skin above his cock, the slight stubble pricking it in a way that was slowly driving you crazy.

He suddenly pulled you away from the door and you felt his cock leave you as he unclamped your legs from around his waist. You wanted to shout at him, grip your legs so tightly around him he couldn’t stop. The sudden emptiness didn’t last long as he moved you in front of the huge mirror above the low sink and bent you over the cold porcelain.

“What are you-“

“Wanna fuck you in front of the mirror so you can see how good you look when you take it.” Mickey was already lining himself up at your entrance and wasn’t so gentle about it this time. You felt one hand rest on your hip, the other pulling your head up by your hair so you were forced to look at yourself in the mirror as he suddenly slammed into you, making your body jolt and you let out a load, unfiltered moan as he did.

“Jesus you’re such a needy slut, aren’t you?” Mickey scoffed at you as you moaned and gasped at this brutal thrusts. “Knew you wanted this from the moment I met you.”

You could only respond in a broken whimper. You wanted to push back on his dick, make him go even deeper but your back was arched from the way he pulled your hair back and is strong hands were absolutely no match for you.

“Open your fucking eyes.”

You obeyed, looking into the mirror not at yourself, but at Mickey. Seeing him fucking into you like this made the entire current situation ten times better. His eyes were flickering on your face in the mirror to looking down at his dick sliding in and out of your pussy, hitting that most sensitive spot with every thrust, and the sounds you were making only prompted him to go even harder.

“Mickey I’m gonna-“

“No.” His voice was dominating and you automatically knew better not to argue with him about wanting to cum despite yourself. You were a writhing mess, pussy convulsing around his pulsing cock. You could feel the beads of sweat dripping from his face onto your lower back as he quickly stopped, the head of his cock only just inside of you. “I couldn’t give a shit. You’re not cumming until I tell you that you can.” You whined a little, fighting the urge again to push back onto him, needing to feel him fill you up again. “Tell me you understand.”

You managed a weak nod and let out a yelp when you felt the sting of his hand on your ass. “Use your words.”

“I- I understand, Mickey. Please just fuck me.” You begged. He loved nothing more than to see you so needy, begging for him to sink himself back into you.

You didn’t need to tell him twice.

He released your hair, his hand sliding down your back to grip your waist and he thrusted again, the movement causing you to let out an satisfied groan as your head fell forward. His foot nudged yours, making you spread your legs even wider for him and one of his hands moved around your body and toward your clit as he fucked you, just teasing it.

This development mixed in with him already slamming into your pussy and pressing against your g-spot made you make sounds Mickey hadn’t ever heard before. Everything was getting far too sensitive and your body began to convulse, you a writhing mess under his hands.

“Fuck Mickey please- please don’t stop!” You managed to choke out. He let out a panting laugh, rubbing your clit even faster.

“Think I’m going to? Fuck no. Want to feel that pretty pussy fucking milk me.” He grunted, his words only making you grow closer and closer to the ending you craved more than anything.

“Please let me, please let me.” You began chanting them three words like a prayer and you felt his thrusts begin to stutter a little. You felt tears from the overstimulation begin to form in your eyes as you were all but sobbing and begging him to let you cum.

“Okay, cum for me baby. Let me feel that pretty pussy flutter.” He panted.

The words were hardly out of his mouth before you felt the tight coil explode as you let out a series of broken moans, your legs shaking and your body writhing as you came. He finished not much longer after you did and you relished in the feeling of his seed spreading inside your walls.

Everything was very still for a moment. You were both breathing deeply as Mickey slowly pulled himself out of you and you winced a little.

“Shit, you okay?” He breathed as he helped you stand back upright and saw your tear stained face,his hands shaking a little.

“Y-yeah I’m fine.” You breathed, quickly wiping your face with the back of your quivering hand.

“Here..” he quickly grabbed some toilet paper from the holder and handed it to you, looking somewhat sheepish.

“Thank you.” You said, giving him a small smile. “So, we just did that, huh?”

Mickey’s face broke out into a oddly relieved smile. “Yeah we did. That was fucking great.”

He handed you your clothes and as the two of you got dressed, you thought to yourself how weird it was that you didn’t feel.. weird about this. It was by far the best you’d ever had, absolutely no one had ever come close to that before.

“You wanna go get a drink?” Mickey suddenly asked, breaking your train of thought. You smiled up at him and nodded eagerly.

“I think I need one. My throats fucking killing me.” You laughed as you both walked toward the bathroom door.

“Not surprised. You fucking moaning like you wanted the whole party to hear you.” He teased you, playfully nudging your shoulder.

“Screw you, Mickey.” You scoffed, giving him a half hearted shove back. You still felt a little weak and you groaned a little when you caught yourself in the mirror. “Oh, fuck. Look at my face.” You sighed, trying to remove the smudged lipstick and mascara with your fingers.

“What? I think you look hot.” Mickey shrugged, a smile still painted on his face.

“Yeah, of course you do. Perv.” You muttered. “Next time I’m not wearing makeup.”

“There’s going to be a next time?” Mickey asked, unable to stop the already smug smile on his face from growing bigger. “Made you feel that good, huh?”

You rolled your eyes at him, turning on the faucet to try and remove as much of the smudged makeup as possible.

“You’re a cocky prick, but yeah. I’d like a next time.”

#this is my first time #writing smut #please be kind #i don’t know if I like this #but whatever #scream #scream 2 #mickey altieri #mickey altieri x reader #mickey altieri x you #mickey altieri smut

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doc-pickles · 8 months

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hat trick | sidney crosby

summary: sidney goes three for three on and off the ice.

warnings: mentions of sex, kids, pregnancy, morning sickness, breeding kink if you squint

a/n: this is my first hockey fic! I missed writing so this was a fun little intro back into it. enjoy!

xoxo nina

one.

You sighed as you settled onto the couch, watching as the Penguins skated off the ice. They’d just been eliminated in the first round of playoffs after a tough five game series. You knew Sidney would be devastated when he came home the next day.

What you weren’t expecting was Sidney coming home before 6 AM. You were still fast asleep when a pair of arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

“Mmm Sid? You’re not to supposed to be back till noon,” you mumbled as Sidney’s hand trailed under your sleep shirt.

“Missed my favorite girl,” Sidney’s words were muffled as his lips pressed to your neck, eliciting a low moan from you.

You rolled onto your back and looked up at Sidney whose lips were trailing over your skin, “As much as I love you, the sun isn’t even up yet. Did you even change before you jumped in bed?”

“No, I’m on a mission,” Sidney’s lips were still pressed to your skin as he spoke, his hands trailing up your sides to brush at the curve of your breasts. “I’m gonna win the Cup next year.”

You giggled as Sidney stripped off your shirt and his before his lips met yours in a hot kiss. You pulled back, meeting his eyes, “Which is a great goal babe, but I don’t see how us having sex has anything to do with that.”

“Our baby is gonna sit in the Stanley Cup next year,” Sidney grinned down at you.

“What baby?”

“The baby I’m going to put into you,” Sidney’s voice was low and thick as his fingers reached down and slipped under the lace of your panties, coaxing a low gasp from your lips. “Gotta start now, there’s no time to waste babe.”

“Sid-“

Your words were cut off as Sidney kissed you once more, his fingers slowly sliding into you. You’d talked about kids before, but you always thought he was the more hesitant one. His eagerness to start trying right away made you smile as his teeth gently sunk into the delicate skin of your neck.

“Fuck baby,” Sidney groaned as he leaned away to look at you. “Can’t wait to fill you up, see you growing with my baby.”

You blinked up at Sidney as he waited for you to answer the question hanging between you. With a small grin you reached up and threaded your fingers through his hair, leaning your forehead against his.

“Well what are you waiting for? Put a baby in me Captain.”

The excitement in the arena was contagious as Sid skated across the ice, the Stanley Cup held high above his head. Your husband had never looked so happy, his grin threatening to overtake his face as he skated over to you.

“I’m so proud of you baby,” you grinned as Sidney pulled you in and gave you a passionate kiss. “So freaking proud.”

“I love you,” Sidney grinned before extending his arms towards his mom who was standing behind you. “Hand her over, I’ve been waiting far too long for this.”

Trina grinned as Sidney kissed her cheek and then took the baby in her arms. Your daughter Sophie was only three months old but she wore a bright smile as her dad brought her against his chest. Tears threatened to run down your cheeks as Sidney leaned down to place her in the top of the Stanley Cup, cameras flashing all around you.

“C’mere,” Sidney gestured to you and you quickly pressed yourself into his hold. “Wouldn’t be here without you. I love you baby.”

“I love you too Sid.”

two.

“Babe! I’m home!”

You groaned as your head rested against the cool porcelain of the toilet bowl, your stomach churning as you took deep breaths. You could hear Sidney come into the house, dropping his bag and ducking into Sophie’s room before heading towards your bedroom.

“Babe?”

You went to answer but your stomach decided to roll unpleasantly and you’re bent over the toilet again as you gagged.

A warm hand rested on your back as you groaned, your body lurching forward again. Sidney pulled your hair back from your face.

“You need me to go get anything for you,” Sidney asked as you finally stopped puking, your head resting on his chest. “Meds or some soup and crackers?”

You shook your head as you groaned, “No I’m fine. I just wanna nap.”

“You sure you don’t need anything? I love you but you look awful,” Sidney pushed your hair away from your face as he pressed a kiss to your head.

“I’m fine,” you sighed as you leaned further into his hold. “Your demon spawn is just trying to take over my body.”

“What the hell does that… Wait,” Sidney leaned back and looked you over. “You’re pregnant?”

You let a small grin take over your face, “Don’t sound so shocked, you’re the one that insisted we celebrate the Cup win everyday for two weeks. Multiple times. I’m pretty sure this baby is a result of a shit ton of champagne and the time you dragged me into the broom closet during that gala.”

“Hey! This baby was not conceived in a broom closet,” Sidney grinned as he leaned down and pressed his lips to your forehead. “I love you. And I’m excited for another little one to chase around.”

“I’m excited to, but I’d love to stop puking up my guts,” you smirked as Sid squeezed your shoulders.

three.

“Sophie! Stop running, you know I can’t keep up with you!”

You groaned as your four year old raced ahead of you through the crowds of the arena. While Sophie had grown up within the walls of the PPG Paints Arena seeing her sprint through the halls still made your heart flip. Thankfully Taylor took off after her, scooping the little girl into her arms.

“Oh sweetheart, you need a nap,” Trina Crosby settled her hand on your shoulder as she sidled up next to you. “Running after two babies is hard work enough, throw in another one on the way. I’m sure you’re exhausted.”

You smiled and hoisted Violet higher on to your hip. Trina and Taylor had both offered to carry her but the little girl was glued to your side, even with your nine month baby bump in the way.

“I’m okay for now. Besides, this could be Sid’s last time winning the Cup, I’m not going to miss it for anything,” you grinned and settled a hand in your bump. Your third baby was giving you a hard time today but you tried to silently convey to them that this game was important. “Plus Taylor has Sophie covered and all Vi wants is cuddles.”

Troy chuckled as he joined your group, placing a hand on your shoulder, “And what will you do if this next one is a spitfire boy like Sid?”

“Hand him off to his dad,” you grinned as Trina and Troy both laughed. You headed into the suite behind them, settling into a chair as Violet scrambled toward Troy who gladly hoisted her up.

Game seven of the Stanley Cup finals was eventful, everyone in the suite cheering loudly as Sidney scored his first and second goal of the night. Sophie was bouncing excitedly between Taylor and Trina while Troy was trying to explain the game to Violet who simply kept yelling ‘penguin!’ any chance she got.

“C’mon boys! You got this,” you yelled as you watched the Penguins battling it out on the ice. “Let’s go Sid!”

You watched with bated breath as the tied game ticked down to its final seconds, Sidney commandeering the puck and shooting it into the goal for win and a complete hat trick.

Trina, Troy, Taylor, and you cheered loudly as Sidney and his teammates celebrated their victory. Sophie and Violet cheered as well, not quite knowing what was happening but excited none the less.

You and the Crosby’s headed down to the ice to congratulate Sidney on another win. Your hand floated down to your bump as a sharp kick from your third child hit you, “I know, you’re excited too. But can we settle down a bit please?”

“Baby giving you trouble?” You grinned widely as Sidney skated up to you, placing a hand across your bump as he leaned down to kiss you.

“Congrats baby,” you smiled as you placed your hand on Sidney’s chest. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Couldn’t have done it without you,” Sidney mumbled into your hair as he pulled you close. “You and the girls and this little one mean more to me than the Cup.”

“But the Cup is sure nice,” you giggled as Sid looked over your shoulder at the Stanley Cup.

“Sure is,” Sidney laughed just as the baby produced a harsh kick against his hand. “Hey there buddy, you excited about the win too? Once you get here I’ll sit you in the Cup, promise.”

Sophie ran up behind you, looping herself around Sidney’s legs. “Daddy! You won again!”

Sidney hoisted Sophie up, Violet reaching for you from Troy’s arms. With both girls between you and your husband, you smiled as the Penguins media team snapped photos of your family. You were notoriously private about your kids but today was a celebration for Sidney so you didn’t mind sharing your family moment with the world.

“You’re missing this Cap,” Kris skated over with the Stanley Cup, settling it in front of you and Sidney. “Honorary family member.”

“I think it’s Vi’s turn to sit in the cup,” Sidney grinned as Violet smiled up at him. “C’mere pretty girl. Crosby tradition, littlest one sits on top.”

Sophie wiggled out of Sidney’s arms as he took Violet from you, the 18 month old smiling widely as her father placed her in the top of the silver cup. You smiled for a few more photos before the celebration continued. You stayed glued to Sidney’s side as he accepted congratulations from everyone, his hand rested against your bump as he held you close.

“Mommy! You peed your pants,” Sophie gasped as she pointed at your leggings that were now sporting a dark stain. You could feel the wetness seeping through the fabric just as a sharp pain radiated through your stomach.

“Sid we might need to take this celebration elsewhere,” you looked up and met your husbands wide eyes. “Looks like the baby really was excited to celebrate.”

Excitement buzzed around you as everyone scrambled to get you and Sidney out of the arena as quickly as possible. You let Trina fawn over you, checking to be sure you had everything and assuring you they’d take care of the girls.

Once you and Sidney were settled in your car with an escort out of the crowded parking lot you turned to him with a grin, “Going for the double hat trick?”

Sid’s brows furrowed as he glanced over at you, “Double?”

“Yeah baby number three means you’ve officially achieved the dad hat trick,” you grinned and Sidney chuckled as his hand gripped yours. “I’m so proud of you Sid. You were amazing tonight.”

“Thanks baby,” Sidney smiled and pressed a kiss to the back of your hand. “Ready?”

“As I’ll ever be.”

#nina writes #sidney crosby #sidney crosby fic #sidney crosby imagine #hockey fic #hockey imagine #nhl fic #nhl imagine #nhl blurb #hockey blurb #hockey content

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yorshie · 4 months

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Hey there! Was curious if I could maybe request some headcanons of how each bayverse guy would react to catching his crush or S/O singing along with/dancing to one or more of these songs while doing something domestic, like cooking or folding laundry. -OR- If you don't like any of these songs, maybe some hcs of a song you think would make each one drop whatever he's doing and come running when he hears his crush or S/0 play it. But only if it strikes your fancy and you have the time. As always, love your writing! Thank you!

Wrap Me In Plastic by Chromance

Scream by Besomorph

Drop Dead Beautiful by Britney Spears (ft Sabi)

Of course you can! I'm sorry this took so long (we know I was running around like a chicken with it's head cut off) But! I really enjoyed listening to these and I picked a fourth song that I think fits well with the others for the fourth turtle

Bayverse tmnt x Fem reader, SFW slightly suggestive

tag list: @jackalope-in-a-storm @tmnt-tychou @justalotoffanfiction @nittleboo

as always turtles are 24-25

Donatello (Wrap Me In Plastic)

Donnie heard the song playing over your personal speaker in the garage when he was heading back to his new project on the shell-raiser with a fresh cup of coffee.

intrigued, he wasted no time heading over, leaning against a tool box and just listening along as you moved to the music while taking a break from the engine you were rebuilding.

when the lyrics finally seeped through the caffeine fugue he's battling, he sets the coffee aside, sliding into your space and seamlessly integrating himself into your dance.

Pulling a laugh out of you was his goal, but he soon found himself pulling you closer as the chorus hit, curling into your space to tuck his beak close to your ear, one hand cupping your joined hands to his pectoral scute and the other dangerous low on your back.

needless to say Raph, who was trying to fit a new muffler to his motorcycle, took one look over at the pair of you and hastily beat a silent path out of the garage.

Donnie waited until he heard the bolt in the main door click into place before he tipped you backwards into a steep dip and slanted his mouth over yours.

now it's a staple in the safe garage music playlist, and Donnie never fails to pause his project and come find you when he hears the opening bars.

Raphael (Scream) ....(c'mon there was so much red in that music video)

It wasn't often Raph could catch you singing while cooking, usually you were much too aware of your surroundings to let loose while others were listening

This time though he got lucky, and took adbantage of his ability to blend in to simple watch and listen for a bit, slowly smiling when he realized exactly which song you were singing

he wated until you had moved awat from the oven, stretching upwards to reach a bowl on the top shelf, before he slotted in behind you and slide a large hand across your hip right as you sid the word "scream"

he didn't get a scream, but that was ok, because he was far more interested in tipping your head back and slotting his mouth over yours. there was plenty of other noises he was interested in hearing, after all.

by the time whatever was in the oven got done baking, he'd parked you on a counter and gotten drunk off exploring what your tongue felt like against his. he didn't want to stop to get whatever it was out, it was only our promises to stay 'right there, sweetheart' that finally got him to save the casserole from a burnt end

even weeks later, whenever the song pops up from your playlist, you catch him giving you a lopsided smirk, a silent promise to get you alone soon

Leonardo (Drop Dead Beautiful)

Leo was just trying to get his tea and get back to his book when he heard the opening lines to the song in your lilting voice and froze, eyes searching for you, surprised because he didn't even know you had come down for a visit.

when he found you in the living room, cleaning what looked like Mikey's mess from the previous night while singing, his first thought was to go find his little brother and inflict damage for leaving trash on the floor

but then you turned, and he froze for a completely different reason when you leveled a game controller in his direction and started singing to him.

You got butterflies going crazy in this turtle's chest, almost made him drop his tea, frozen in place as you danced closer and tried to coax him into joining you. He's only gonna agree after making sure no one is paying attention, but eventually he'll put the tea down and take your hand when you openly start pouting at him

Leo might be the pretty boy of his brothers, but he'll never believe any of them could be considered beautiful. He knows enough about you though to know you would never lie to him, especially on this, so really he's just confused, sky, bashful but willing to believe you're singing this song about him. Might even get him to chuckle if you start dropping whenever you get to the part that goes "drop dead- drop dead- dr-drop dead."

It becomes a little secret between the two of you, where you can make his skin turned mottled just by running your hand over his carapace in greeting and dropping the line "what's up, beautiful," in his ear. He absolutely loves it, but the real fun will be saying it in a whisper when his brothers are around. Then, you'll get a contemplative, squinty eyed look. Just be aware he's plotting revenge and it will 100% be in his favor.

Michelangelo (Hush Hush: Don't be Shy)

Mikey would be the one to turn on the music whenever the two of you are cleaning the kitchen, bopping fast through his music until he hits one and clocks the way your hips start shimmying in the corner of his vision. He already knows you love this song, maybe he's secretly hoping to get a show out of putting it on for you.

It's a quick song, but just long enough for you to get into the groove of singing it and moving in a simple dance with the mop, and Mikey shadows your notes, following along while he tosses clean hand towels into the drawer and cheers you on. When it ends he sticks his tongue out at you and you laugh when you realize its looping back around to the beginning once more.

When the pair of you are done cleaning, Mikey wastes no time taking you in his arms, not caring about the still damp floor underneath your feet or the way your singing is breaking up from the giggles. If anything, this is his favorite part.

If his brothers need anything from the fridge they'll have to dance around the pair of you, because Mikey's not letting you go until he gets at least a solid ten minutes of dancing, no please babycakes, just once more, Raph can totally wait to get to the cupboards don't mind him-

totally steals kisses in between spinning you around, smooches, long presses of his mouth against yours, goading "hush hush don't be shy" if you try and pull away before he gets his quota for the dance.

#my writing requests #tmnt bayverse #bayverse leonardo #bayverse raphael #bayverse michelangelo #bayverse donatello #bayverse leo x reader #bayverse raph x reader #bayverse donnie x reader #bayverse mikey x reader #bayverse tmnt fanfiction #tmnt fanfiction

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polaroidbills · 10 months

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GET'CHA HEAD IN THE GAME

˚✧₊ ( 🏀 📕 ) sim jake - an imagine

genre/cw: jake x fem!reader, angsty, fluffy, basketball player x nerd(?), kissing, forbidden love(ish)

word count: 3052

synopsis: jake sim is the captain of the basketbal team, but he needs some help with his grades. he decides to ask a random girl at a party, who's reading a book, to be his tutor. they start to fall for each other, but what happens when their friends want them to stick to the status quo?

—> mega inspired by high school musical 1 (jake as troy and y/n as gabriella!)

cameos: yeonjun (txt), beomgyu, (txt), and taehyun (txt)

a/n: i thought of this idea at like 1am. and it's a bit rushed but whatever. enjoy!

now playing... start of something new - hsm

i walk into the house party, with the slight smell of alcohol filling my nose. i find the first empty spot on a secluded couch and start reading.

parties were never really my thing. but my mom forced me to go, since i never go out. she thought it would be nice for me to get to know the people in the neighborhood more, since i just moved here.

music blares into my ear drums as i read.

"really? you're reading at a party like this?" i am interrupted.

"well i guess," i say still keeping my eyes on the book.

i feel the couch dip on my rightside and i turn to see a cute guy sitting next to me.

"i'm jake," he puts his hand right in front of the page to shake it.

i sigh and close the book as he leaves me no choice, "y/n."

"i don't think i've seen you around? are you new?"

"yeah i just moved here a week ago."

"ohh cool cool. so you're into that learning and reading stuff right?"

"uh yeah i guess. my grades are good soo."

"great, 'cause i actually need a tutor.. i'm the captain of the basketball team and i won't be able to continue if my grades keep going down. could you help me?"

of course he chooses a party to pick out the one girl who's reading a book to be his tutor.

"um sure? i guess? that would look good on my resumes."

"great! so i'll see you around? what's your num-"

"yo jake!" a shout from across the room is heard, "c'mere!"

"sorry gotta go! i'll see you in school though right?"

"yeah! uh-" and he's gone. just like that.

i guess i tutor now?

well, tomorrow's my first day anyway.

march 27, 2021 was my first day on junior year in a completely different school. everything was different. i was in a different country, city, timezone, and environment.

my first day went by smoothly. i got to know the school a lot and observed the cliques and groups. no one really noticed me, which didn't bother me at all. i liked being invisible sometimes. i have no worries and no drama.

i sit myself down at a table in the cafeteria and start eating, yet again, opening up my book.

i them feel a sort of presence by my side. i look up and low and behold, jake sim.

from what i've heard, jake sim is the captain of the basketball team, and the son of the coach. pretty much the most popular guy in school, and probably the most good-looking. his number is 16.

"hey," he says sitting down, "whatcha reading?"

"normal people by sally rooney. it's my favourite."

"oh cool cool. um so listen, we could have our first tutor session at free period today? in the library?"

i close my book and look at him, finally getting a good look at his face. he's cute.

"uh sure. i wasn't expecting it to be today but yeah, i'll meet you in the library at free period."

"okay great! oh and could i get your number so just in case something happens?"

"sure!" we exchange numbers and he walks away, going back to his friends, and i go back to my book.

my math class was good too. i was busy copying down notes and equations my teacher was writing down. but i noticed a mistake.

"shouldn't it be x=7? and not x=1?" it appears i sid it out loud a little to loudly.

"i'm sorry? did you have something to say y/n?" my teacher asks.

"uh shouldn't it be x=7?" i ask once again.

"that would be quite literally impossible-" she checks on her calculator, "i stand corrected!"

after class, a girl approaches me.

"hey would you like the join the scholastics decathlon? we have a championship coming up and you would be perfect for our team! i'm minji by the way!"

"oh um sure! i've been trying to get involved a little more and doing things out of my box, so why not?"

"great!"

i am now committed to being a tutor and a scholastic decathlon member. i wonder what's next?

the day zooms by and now it's free period.

i grab my books and head off to the library, where i sit and wait for jake to arrive.

i wait and wait for him. where is he? it's been almost half an hour since we were supposed to start and i'm growing impatient.

i start packing up my things, thinking i've been punked and stood up and that he won't show up. but before i can, a boy comes running down the library and in front of me.

"i'm- sorry i'm- late i- had to avoid- sunghoon 'cause he wanted- to play ball," obviously out of breath jake explains himsef as he sits down.

"well let's get started!" i hurriedly get straight into it, not wanting to waste time.

"and don't forget that x is the variable not just a random letter."

"woah it makes soo much more sense now!"

i finish the lesson up smoothly after about an hour.

"thank you so much! i really appreciate this! tomorrow again?"

"yeah sure! and i can check your homework answers then!"

we close our books and grab our things, leaving the library.

its been about two weeks since i've been tutoring jake. and he's made a lot of progress. we've aso been getting a lot closer. we're friends now.

i ended up telling minji about it and she gave me mixed feelings. she told me that the scholastic decathlon is in two weeks and i need to focus on it, and not on jake. i didn't know how to respond, i just nodded and walked away.

(jake's pov)

i have another tutor session today with y/n. and its been heping a lot. i got an a in my math class, and a b in english.

we're also a lot closer than before. we've even hung out outside of school and tutoring. like to a coffee shop or something. i'm starting to really like her i think. i mean she's pretty, smart, kind, and soo helpful. i don't know if she feels the same though.

i leave for the library. and as i open the door, sunghoon steps in front of me.

"so you've been ditching playing ball during free period to go to the library? really? basketball during free period is our thing."

"i'm sorry. it's just if i keep my bad grades, i won't be able to play basketball. so i need to study-"

"jake!" y/n waves to me and sunghoon turns to see who it is. i return the wave and continue the conversation with sunghoon.

"who's that? isn't that the new girl?"

"oh uh yeah. she's been tutoring me- and it's really helping."

"you've been ditching me to study with her?"

"uh yeah i guess. she's really smart and helpful and i think i'm starting to like her."

"look- i gotta go, but all i have to say is to stick to basketball. don't go dating a nerd and start being all book wormy. and don't forget the championship game is in two weeks."

as he walks away, i'm left speechless.

stick to basketball? i'm just trying to get my grades up, right? or is he right? am i just using these sessions to get closer to y/n?

i shake my head, shoo away those thoughts, and make my way to y/n.

(y/n's pov)

i see jake finish his conversation and make his way to me.

"look! i brought snacks this time!"

"oh cool."

"you seem down, is something up?" i notice his slouchy posture and low voice.

"no it's nothing."

"you sure? you know you can tell me anything right?"

"yeah i just really don't wanna talk about it right now."

"oh that's okay. hmm i think i have something that can cheer you up! come with me!" i grab his wrist and run to the school gym.

when i grab his wrist, electricity shoots through me. i really like him. i can't explain it. the way his hair flows, his honey-like smile, and the way he csn make me laugh no matter what. i'm in love.

"the gym?"

"yeah! we're gonna play some basketball!" i grab a ball from the rack.

"really? you know how to play?" he walks to me.

"well- no. not exactly." i shoot the ball, but it completely air balls and misses the basket.

"i'll teach you."

jake walks closer to me and shows how to position myself to shoot.

"bend your knees and elbows and jump. don't forget to follow through with your other hand."

i follow his steps and attempt to shoot, but again it completely misses. laughing it off, i grab the ball to try again.

"here- could i touch you?" he gestures to my elbow and hands.

i keep my eyes on the ball, not daring to look him in the eye. it's too dangerous.

"this like this," he moves my elbow more, so it's bent. "andd your hand over here," he places my hand on the side of the ball.

my heart is racing. he's never been this close.

"and shoot!" i throw the ball and it actually makes it into the net. swish!

"ah! i did it! it went in!" i gasp turning to jake jumping into the air.

the surprised look on his face is so cute.

"look at us! we help each other!" i say and peck him on the cheek.

i turn around to shoot again. but i feel a hand on my wrist.

jake grabs my wrist and turns me back to him. i'm struck and can't move. he comes closer to me. even closer than before. i drop the ball as he closes the space and puts his lips on mine.

we're kissing. i didn't know he felt this way too.

the kiss is slowly and lovely. but he pulls apart to breath.

i stare into his eyes.

"y/n i really like you. like really really like you. you're all i think about."

i'm speechless at the sudden confession. but i'm glad to hear how he feels.

"and you might not-"

"i really like you too!" i interrupt him. his eyes instantly light up. and he starts to smile.

"really?"

"yes. i've been waiting for you to make a move."

"well i'm making it now. will you be my girlfriend?"

"yes."

a week had gone by of me and jake dating. i can't believe it's real. we're together. like for real.

i've never been happier.

(sunghoon's pov)

i walk over to mingi, y/n's best friend to come up with a plan.

"look i have a plan, and i hope it works."

we wait for jake in the locker room before practice. we created a presentation for him.

he walks in and we start.

"choi yeonjun! class of '99 captain, championship mvp, and legend! also known as ace!" i start off.

"choi beomgyu! class of '01 captain and championship mvp! also known as baller beom!" jay continues.

"kang taehyun! class of '02 captain and championship mvp! also known as lightning!" heeseung adds.

"no one of which were involved in books and studying. they won these games because they kept their eyes on the prize and didn't get distracted with books days before the championship game."

"get your head in the game!"

"look guys if you don't think i'll give it my 110% into this game, then you don't know me," we start setting up the camera.

"but we just thought-"

"no here's what i thought. i thought we were a team, i thought we were friends. we lose and win together."

"but then the girl and the studying."

"dude i'm for the team! i've always been for the team!"

(y/n's pov)

i am sat down by minji.

"in a world full of poverty and inequality, a game of basketball plays. though it's entertaining and fun, it provides nothing for this world! thats is the world of jake sim. rather than genorousity and change, he has slam dunks and fouls! unlike oprah winfrey and eleanor roosevelt. that is the inevitable world of jake sim."

"um i have a tutor session soon. i should really go."

"y/n! pay attention."

"dude i'm for the team! i've always been for the team!" the screen plays. i turn to the screen which shows jake.

"and the girl is just someone i met! alright? and the studying is nothing, it means nothing to me! it's probably just a way to ease my nerves and distract me! i don't know. but you're my guys and my team. y/n means nothing to me! i'll forget about her and the studying! are you happy now?"

suddenly it feels as if my heart has been shattered and stomped on like glass.

this is how jake really feels. it all meant nothing.

"this is the real world of jake sim."

tears starts filling up into my eyes. as they flow i realize how jake just used me for grades.

i walk out of the room not wanting to be there any longer.

a few minutes later i reach my locker to grab mu things and leave.

"hey! what's up?" jake comes up beside me but i ignore. "there's something i wanna talk about with you."

"yeah about how i meant nothing to you and that i'm just some girl you met? and how you can just forget about me?"

"y/n-"

"i really liked you jake. how could you?" i walk away as tears form in my eyes once again.

"y/n?"

the doorbell is heard and my mom answers the door. i walk halfway down the stairs.

"hi mrs. y/l/n, i'm jake."

"ohh so you're jake," i gesture to my mom to not let him in or tell him i'm here.

"is y/n here?"

"oh um sorry she isn't here right now."

"oh. that's okay, thanks though," he walks away and i go back upstairs.

the next few days go by and now the scholastic decathlon is in two days.

i've been doing everything in my power to avoid jake. in the cafeteria i sit at a different table. and i turn the other way if i see him, completely disregarding him.

minji could clearly see how hurt i was, i couldn't even focus on studying or reading. i just spaced out, and ignored everyone.

jake has tried to talk to me multiple times, but seeing that i wasn't going to talk to him, he stopped trying.

"y/n! the decathlon is in two days! pay attention!"

"i'm sorry it's just- my mind is in a different place."

"look y/n. i have something to tell you," minji sits.

"we knew sunghoon could make jake say things like that. we planned it all. we thought what jake would say would keep your mind focused on the decathlon. but it seems to have done the opposite."

"you planned it all?"

"yes. sunghoon made jake say those things."

"no one made jake say anything. be said those things himself."

(jake's pov)

what have i done? she completely ignores me and avoids me every chance she gets.

words can't explain how empty and bad i feel.

sunghoon see it too. i keep missing simple lay-ups or space out in the middle of practice. clearly not keeping my head in the game.

i don't know what to do.

"jake! pass the ball!"

"oh sorry-"

"dude the championship game is in two days."

"sorry man. my mind keeps getting distracted. i don't even know what i did."

"i know."

"what?"

"our team and the scholastic decathlon team made a plan to keep your guys' heads focused. but it didn't work. i made you say those things in the locker room and we live streaming it onto minji's computer. y/n was watching and heard what you said. we thought it would help you not get distracted."

"you did what?" i run out of the gym, in a hurry to y/n's house. i wasn't planning on doing this today, but it's now or never.

(y/n's pov)

my phone rings.

jake <3

i decide to pick it up this time.

"hello?"

"y/n. i'm sorry. i know you might not forgive me but please. i could never forget about you. you've been on my mind 24/7. i can't even focus during practice. my life without you is a misery. please come back."

"jake i don't know- you said i meant nothing."

"i know i did. and no excuse could make up for it. but just know that i love you. i love you so much. please."

"jake-"

"i got you something before you say anything else."

"jake what?"

"turn around."

i turn around to the window and there stands jake on my balcony. a surprised smile plays on my face. i walk over to open the door and hang up the phone.

"what're you doing here?"

"i got you this," he hands me a book.

"no way. you did not. A SIGNED COPY?! oh my god! thank you!!" i impulsively pull him into a hug, not thinking. "oh sorry," i awkwardly laugh.

"no no it's okay. i liked it, " he smiles.

"look y/n. i'm so sorry. words couldn't describe it so i thought i could give you this instead. open the pages."

i open the book. "oh. my. god. jake." i'm in awe.

"you annotated it? thats so sweet! thank you! yes i forgive you."

"yes!" he jumps up and down cutely in celebration. "thankyou thankyou thankyou! look i even wrote down a playlist for you in the book, so you can listen while you read or just whenever! anddd just in case you didn't dorgive me now, i wrote down an extra apology on the last page!"

i laugh at his rapid words.

"and i-" i steal his lips for a second to kiss him. and he's left speechless.

"i-" he pulls me in another time to put his lips on mine. and we pull away.

"i love you y/n."

"i love you too jake."

@polaroidbills please DO NOT copy, plagiarize, or repost any of my work.

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loveandmurders · 2 years

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Hello! May I request a Thomas Hewitt x reader? His S/O is pretty much harmless and hides away when there are new "visitors" around so as not to hinder his work, but there comes a time when one of the victims is being pretty stubborn to the point that they are hurting Thomas badly. His S/O grabs anything they can use as a weapon and accidentally kills them but their first reaction after they stop moving is checking if Thomas is okay? Sorry if it's too long and thank you!

Hello darling! Thank you a lot for this request, I was really happy to write for my big baby (who also deserves to be protected and loved) <3 Hope you'll enjoy this! Btw this is a g/n reader without any kind of description (Mama just calls you "sweet pea" once + it is implies that Thomas is bigger than you).

NO ONE HURT MY HUSBAND

Warnings: one or two strong words, Tommy is injured (nothing too bad), mentions of murders and cannibalism, blood.

When you woke up this morning, you felt like something wrong was going to happen. Sometimes your instinct was warning you, and you would be a little bit nauseous and uneasy. You knew it was about your husband, you could swear he was going to get hurt today, and the thought was only making you sicker. You needed your Thomas to be well and happy. He was all that mattered in your life. That was why, this morning, you needed to stay in bed with your husband and cuddle with him; at least you were both safe there. You even coax him with tender kisses for him to stay a little bit longer by your side. Even though Hoyt was calling for him, your gentle giant was too in love with you to hear the man screaming his name. His arms were tightly wrapped around your body as you cuddled him and murmured sweet nothings against his lips. His eyes were bright with happiness as he softly worshipped you with caresses and kisses of his own. He seemed very relaxed then and you were certain you could have convinced him to stay there all day if Mama hadn’t knocked at your door. You had pouted when Thomas got up and he gave you an apologetic glance. He didn’t like to not be able to give you what you wanted. And he didn’t like the idea you wouldn’t be able to spend more time with him until the end of his day of work.

Hoyt heard there was a festival not so far away from here, and it was certain Thomas and he would be busy with visitors. And despite your love for Thomas and his family, you hated the killing. It meant you prefered to hide away in your shared bedroom than meeting one of your soon to be meals. You didn’t mind eating people, it was more the whole killing process that was bothering you. You didn’t like screams and fights. You were of a peaceful nature and it was probably why your presence was so soothing and so calming for Thomas. You were trying to tell yourself that, at least, the family would have enough to eat for a while and the meat factory would be more productive. You still didn’t like it and you just wanted your husband to cuddle and make love with you. You were quite a simple creature and that was why the family loved you as well, even though you were useless with the killings.

You helped Luda Mae with the house today, until you heard the voices of young people trying to negotiate with Hoyt. They were terrified and one of them was already bleeding a lot from what you could see from the kitchen window. They were three, but Thomas wasn’t around and you imagined he was dealing with more tourists. You didn’t like it at all, and you felt even more sicker than a few hours ago. You sent a pleading look to Mama who reassuringly smiled at you.

“Of course, sweet pea, go hide away. Thomas would go crazy if anything happened to you anyways, so it’s better that way” she said. You leaned to kiss her cheek, grateful she was being so good to you, before rushing upstairs.

You locked the door behind you and you wrapped a blanket around your shoulders. You tried to find something to do, in order to relax, but you couldn’t without Thomas by your side. You decided that a shower could do you some good and you got one. After it, you put on a shirt belonging to your husband and his scent washed over you. It brought you some much needed comfort. You cuddled in bed and closed your eyes. You silently prayed to God to protect your family. You weren’t certain God would protect people like you, but you thought it couldn’t do any harm to pray anyways.

You eventually fell asleep and when you cracked an eye open it was already late in the afternoon. You slowly got up from the bed, your head and eyes still heavy from sleep. You heard a soft knock at the door and you thought it might be what woke you up. You opened the door to find your husband standing in the doorway. He gave you a worried look and you reassured him with a smile.

“I’m fine, baby, just had a nap. You can go back to work” you told him. It was usual for him to go check on you to make sure you were fine. He was too scared to lose you because he wouldn’t have taken enough care of you. And in his eyes, you deserved the world.

He watched you for a little while before nodding. He leaned to press a soft kiss to your pretty mouth. You smiled even more against his lips before gently pushing him away.

“Be careful and come back to me as soon as you can, okay?” you asked and he nodded again. He stole another kiss from you, like the greedy puppy he truly was, before turning around. You watched him disappear and you tried to relax. You were happy he was alright, and you thought that maybe your instinct worried you for nothing this morning.

You decided to tidy up your shared bedroom as Thomas and you were sometimes too thrown away in your passion to realise some chores needed to be done. You always found clothes laying on the ground, but when you needed to feel each other's bodies, you discarded your clothing without any care. You were needy with him and he loved it very much.

You found some stuff to do around the bedroom and bathroom for a little while until you heard screams coming from the back garden. You felt your heart sink and you walked to the window in order to close the curtains. You didn’t want to see a tourist getting killed by your husband. You loved Thomas, but his strength could be scary, even for you.

However, you weren’t ready for what you saw. You stopped moving when you noticed the tourist taking a knife and plunging it into Thomas’ side. Your eyes widened as you heard soft sounds of pain coming from your husband. Your blood ran cold and before you could even think about it, you were out of your shared bedroom. You ran downstairs, didn’t hear Mama calling for you with worry, and you simply grabbed a knife as you passed by her. You continued to run until you arrived in the garden. Thomas was on the ground, fighting the man off of him, but the pain wasn’t helping. The tourist was so full of adrenaline and of despair that he was being quite strong. He was about to strike another time when you jumped on him. He yelped in surprise and pain as you tackled him to the ground and started to punch him in the face. You were unable to think or to realise what you were doing. All you knew was that you needed to keep your love safe. You couldn’t let anything happen to him. The man pushed you and you fell from him. He was about to hurt you when you took the knife from your belt and hit him with it. You removed the knife without thinking and the man started to bleed a lot. He screamed like a slaughtered pig and you kicked him in the head.

The man was dead before you knew it. You didn’t even understand it. You were just happy he wasn’t screaming anymore and that he wasn’t trying to hurt Thomas anymore either. You were covered in his blood as you rushed to your lover’s side. He was a little bit groggy and wasn’t certain what just happened. You started to fuss around him to make sure he was alright, but he was bleeding too much, especially for your liking. At least, it was only one wound and Thomas was a strength of nature, so he would be all good in no time. At least you hoped, otherwise you would lose your sanity. But meanwhile, you needed to take care of him. You ripped your shirt so you could press it against his wound. You begged him to stay awake.

Hoyt ran to you after Luda Mae told him something must have happened. He was cursing when he saw the two of you. He didn’t show any emotions as he looked at the scene in front of him, quickly understanding what happened. He finally started to give the two of you rough orders and soon you were helping Hoyt with Thomas. Your gentle giant was trying his best to walk so his size and height wouldn’t hurt you or be too much, but you didn’t care. He finally reached the kitchen, that way Mama and you could take care of him. You sat him and gave him some water with painkillers.

“So you’re a killer now” Hoyt commented as he arched an eyebrow at you.

“What?” you asked, because you didn’t think the man was dead, even less that you killed him.

Thomas groaned before Hoyt could answer you and he sent him a threatening look. He didn’t want you to understand what happened. He was grateful you had saved him - even though it felt like a failure because it was his job to protect you. But at the same time, he wasn’t sure you would be able to handle the truth, especially after all the emotions you already went through. You looked up to give a glance at Hoyt but the man had left before Thomas could jump on him. You looked back at your husband but before you could say anything Luda Mae asked you for more bandages. She was aware her son wanted to protect you from the truth a little longer, and she was glad to help.

You quickly got up and you found what you needed. You stopped by the living room window and saw that the tourist who attacked Thomas was still lying on the ground. He was silent too, which was surprising, but he might just be unconscious. You silently went back to Thomas and Mama and you finished taking care of him.

You both went back into your shared bedroom and you helped him to settle on the bed. He needed some rest. You sat next to him but he gently tugged on your arm for you to lay down beside him. He needed you close to him, as you were the only thing who could give him comfort. You obeyed and cuddled on his unharmed side and nuzzled into his neck.

“Don’t ever do that to me again” you whispered and he nodded. You looked back at him. “You promise, right? You don’t let anyone touch you ever again, okay? No more games, no matter what Hoyt wants. You just kill them as fast as you can. This can’t happen again.” you started to babble as you cupped Thomas’ face into your hands. “You know I love you, don’t you? You know that I need you to come back home to me everyday or I would go crazy. I would burn the whole world down for you” you told him with an intensity you never had before. You could tell Thomas was surprised as his eyes widened, before he started to blush and to be all flustered. You were giving him little butterflies in his stomach. He nodded again, with heart eyes. He would obey anything you would tell him, even more when it was because your love was so fierce for him. He hugged you against his chest before removing his mask. He started to pepper your face with soft kisses, to appease you but also to thank you for what you did today, and for loving him that much. He loved you too, more than anything. He wished he could give you another life, and to make it up to you, he was trying to be the best husband ever.

You suddenly realised you still had blood on you and you very softly moved from his embrace. He really didn’t like the loss of contact but you promised him it would be quick. You removed the t-shirt and you went into the bathroom to wash the blood you hadn’t removed before cleaning up Thomas earlier. You watched yourself in the mirror and you saw more blood on your face as well.

“Oh. I killed the man” you said to yourself in realisation, and you went back to Thomas. You watched him and he looked up at you with a frown.

“Does it change anything?” you asked him but he didn’t understand what you meant “I know you enjoyed the fact I wasn’t part of the killing… But I killed the man, right? I killed him” you repeated and you looked down. Thomas tried to sit up to reach for your hand but you stopped him before he could hurt himself. You sat beside him and he started to sign . You saved me.

“Yes but…”

You saved me.

You smiled at him before straddling him so you could have a better look at him. His hands were on your thighs now and he gently stroked your skin. “I would do anything for you” you told him and he smiled; he knew it.

It won’t happen again. Shouldn’t have happened. You shouldn’t have to protect me. I wouldn’t stand anything happening to you because of me.

“I don’t want this to ever happen again because I’ve never been so scared and concerned for you before, not because I shouldn’t protect you. I’m your partner, it’s also my job to take care of you.” you replied and you could tell Thomas wasn’t too happy about it. “You always protect me, it’s fine that I protected you for once” you added and Thomas tried to agree with that. “Plus, it would never be your fault if something happened to me.” you added but Thomas shook his head.

I’m your husband, he replied and you knew you couldn’t argue with his protectiveness so you didn’t say anything about it.

“At least Hoyt won’t ever bother me again about it”

I’d kill him otherwise.

“Aren’t you romantic now?” you gently teased him before leaning in to kiss him, as his hands started to roam your body like they had to when the two of you were in bed.

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samcarpentersgirlfriend · 1 year

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I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL || MICKEY ALTIERI X READER 𖤐₊˚.

summary: you can’t understand any of this - least at all how mickey could do this to you.

warnings: past relationship, dead / ghostface!mickey, angst, swearing

word count: 1k

a/n: okay this came to me at like 4am and I wanted to write it all before I lost all inspiration so sorry if it isn’t any good or has any errors (also I suck at titles so ignore that too thank you <3)

⨯ . ⁺ ✦ ⊹ ꙳ ⁺ ‧ ⨯. ⁺ ✦ ⊹ . * ꙳ ✦ ⊹

A part of you still doesn’t believe it.

Because there’s no way in hell that Mickey - sweet, attentive Mickey, the boy you loved more than anything in this world, was the same person who had brutally murdered your classmates. And he’d enjoyed it, from what Sid had said.

She hasn’t told you anything directly - no, Sidney Prescott was much to good of a person to do that. You’d heard her describe the whole thing to the police whilst you yourself awaited questioning. They’d thought you were an accomplice, the Bonnie to his Clyde - and you couldn’t exactly blame them. Even you could admit it was all too convenient: you were still alive without so much as a scratch, a fellow film student and long-term partner of Mickey himself. If you were an outsider, you probably would’ve thought you were in on it too. Many still did - you didn’t miss the whispers and stares as you shuffled through the hallways.

Sidney - the one who arguably should’ve distrusted you the most - was surprisingly the one fighting your corner, claiming she could see how much you’d truly loved Mickey. That you were just as much as a victim in this as she was. You personally thought that was complete and utter bullshit, but you appreciate the sentiment nonetheless.

Some sick part of you envied Sidney and selfishly wished you were there to see Mickey unmask himself - at least then you’d have the chance to ask him all the questions you’d never get the chance to now. Because Mickey- your Mickey - was dead, his bullet-ridden corpse lying God knows where. You hated yourself for mourning his death, what with all the pain he had caused. He’d killed your friends, he’d killed good people, and you should hate him. You should be glad that he’s dead.

But how could you be when he’d had the biggest heart you’d ever known, determined to make you smile even in the darkest of times? How could you hate the boy who promised you the world, who looked at you like you were the most valuable treasure there ever was? How could you pretend like he didn’t kiss you like you were oxygen itself and he was positively drowning without you, like he didn’t make you feel safe and excited and absolutely adored all at once?

No. The Mickey you loved couldn’t possibly be the killer. He was funny and carefree and gentle, not sadistic in the slightest. It just doesn’t make sense. In your mind, they were two different people - your beloved boyfriend and the twisted murderer. There was no overlap, there couldn’t be. You know it’s stupid; Mickey didn’t magically transform into this - this monster overnight. He was going on dates with you by day and throwing girls off of balconies by night, leading a complete double life at once. You loathed yourself for not seeing it. You didn’t know what signs to look out for when your boyfriend was a homicidal psychopath, but you were sure that you must’ve missed a dozen. You were too caught up in the fairytale that was you and Mickey, too caught up in perfect pictures of shared apartments and romantic getaways.

Maybe if you hadn’t been such a fool, you could’ve stopped this whole mess sooner. You could’ve turned Mickey in to the police, and he wouldn’t have been a threat to anyone.

No. Deep down, you know that isn’t true.

Mickey was so convincing, so charming, that you would’ve done anything for him. He would only have to ask with that perfect fucking smile of his and you would lie for him. Protect him. He’d spin a story about how he was doing this for the right reasons, doing this for you, and you’d capitulate. You had no idea how he did it, but Mickey just had something about him that made it easy to see things his way. something that made you willing to twist your morals just enough in the wrong direction. You despise that fact, and you’re suddenly grateful that he didn’t ask you to cover for him - shit, ask you to join him - because at least now you can pretend that you know for certain your answer would be a resounding “go to hell.”

You wonder if everything you knew was a lie. It had to be, right? Mickey must’ve been using you, there was no other explanation for it. Except for the fact that you were truly of no use to him. He didn’t need you to get close to Sidney - you’d met her through him to begin with. You weren’t some genius mastermind he could use to help with his plans, and he hadn’t even used you as an alibi. Maybe you were just a bit of fun on the side, a silly little plaything to keep him occupied whilst he wasn’t actively on his murder spree.

But it felt all too real. You think back to the times you were laying on Mickey’s chest, watching bad action movies whilst he picked them apart the entire time. The times he’d stayed up all night to help you with some last minute essay you’d had due the next day. What reason would he have to to do all of that?

Unless he truly did love you. That somehow is even worse. It means that adored you as much as he claimed he did yet he still did what he did; he threw your entire relationship away over some stupid fucking trial. The infamy obviously meant more to him than you ever did.

Everything about this is so damn unfair. You want to scream. You want to sink to your knees and sob. You want to bring Mickey back to life so you can kill him all over again yourself. You want him to hold you close and whisper into your ear that it’s all going to be okay.

You want your boyfriend back.

#scream x reader #scream x you #mickey altieri x reader #mickey altieri x y/n #mickey altieri x you #scream #scream 2 #mickey altieri #scream 2 x reader #scream imagine #timothy olyphant #timothy olyphant x reader #fanfic #fanfiction

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moonlight-sonata99 · 2 years

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My headcanons of The Bad Batch falling in love with a jedi

SO... i wrote a thing, I want to get better at writing so i'm hoping to write more of these!!please note that i've written before when i was 12- im 18 now XD so i hope to get better!!

For now, Please enjoy my headcanons for The Bad Batch!!!

My headcanons The Bad batch falling in love with a jedi reader

Sidenote

Takes place after order 66,Reader was a Jedi knight who was once mace windu’s padawan. And reader is based off a oc of a another fanfic in the works!

Hunter

Loml💖💖💖

Hmmm hunter I imagine a very VERY slow burn for him. Not to say that the rest of batch would be slow but I feel hunter would take extremely long at realizing his feelings

The man literally was a soldier then a dad-

So imagine his feelings when he and the reader actually start getting close. His heart would go doki doki and he would just be like.. wtf?

And obviously omega has to like you,how would she not like you?

Hunter will fall even harder when he sees the reader having a genuine interaction with omega.

Even though they're gone I still wanna add them so…

Cut lawquane and Suu already know what's up. Hunter can't hide it from them.

So does Rex, I'd like to think that Rex would be happy seeing his comrade falling in love after such events happened.

Hunter tried to ignore these feelings but..it doesn't work. They just grew.

As time passes he stars accepting that he MAY like(love) you

And recently with his heightened senses he has been feeling eyes on him…

Overall very confused at first and takes the time to think about his feelings.

Echo

Like hunter he would be slow but not that slow, considering reader is a Jedi and went through order 66 they would have trauma.

Enter trauma buddies

I vision the reader befriending echo first. Due to the fact that echo knows how scared you might be of clones at the moment.

Despite being a bit grumpy echo is very sweet. He's very considerate of your needs. And with time,He knows what triggers you. He also weirdly helps you to open up more but you remain very quiet.

Friends to lovers trope ftw-

It would begin when the batch and reader are on a mission for Sid when things go wrong, as usual. And reader gets lightly hurt and echo's freaking out

Then he hears a laugh

"Won't you calm down? I just sprained my foot. I can heal it" you chuckle with a gentle smile

And echo's face just goes red

Also to note, this man will ALWAYS be at your side. He's a puppy and it's adorable.

Also staying up late and planning for future missions are yours and echo's thing don't @ me.

Tech

ayo this GIF

OOHH I just love this man's to he reminds me of myself knowing a lot of useless info-

I think tech isn't very shy? Maybe to an extent!but i think he wouldn't really show much as the others.

in the beginning you and tech wouldn't be very close,but one day you ask him what he's working on out of boredom and he goes on to tell you the whole declaration of independence-

he's used to people zoning out while he's explaining (cough) wrecker (cough)

but no, to his surprise you're still actually interested!!

and you listened.

after this tech somewhat limits himself to talking to much but he always ends up getting lost in his words. Especially if what peaked his interest is in depth. But you never seem to mind.

Like echo he would be next to you always. His go to if you will when he needs help

And get ready from a lot of questions about jedis and the order i feel like he would be very curious about that topic.once you get comfortable talking about it of course.

a couple of months with being with the batch you go on a separate mission on a lead that your old master might be alive.

after you first told the batch of this tech was strangely quiet for the rest of your time there…

Wrecker

•Ngl I haven't really thought about this one, But I'll try my best!!!

•wrecker is a very fun loving man, and that's very admirable.

• I imagine wrecker would be the one to get readers out of their shell more faster than the other guys.

•What do you expect? He's so lovable.

•but this of course didn't come with its own trial and errors…

•in the early stages there were sometimes where he would try to help you out, however this meant grabbing you and throwing you up a high wall when you could've forced jumped-

•as you can imagine reader was caught of guard °_°

•But all was forgiven when the wrecker sought you out privately and awkwardly apologized.

•for falling in love. The feeling would come to him awkwardly and he somewhat embraces that!

•this would include giving you random trinkets that remind you of him

•inviting you out to his tradition with omega after missions

•being protective during missions

•compliments

•being very obvious.

•I mean…More obvious than hunter and echo combined.

Crosshair

Damn that gif STGG

•whoever told you this mf would be sweet to you if he ever did like you-

•idk what to tell you💀💀

•you know that thing children do when they have a crush on another kid and there just mean to them?

•that's crosshair.

•I knowW this man would be anything but nice to you.

•and that because he's most likely not used to liking someone.

•that being said, I read somewhere that crosshair would make you chase after him. I find that true imo, idk it just makes sense to me he would do that-

•BUT I do also think he would be the one who lowkey flirts with you the most but he would be very VERY subtle,And only do it when he gets comfortable with you. Examples being when you and him would be bickering and he would say something that would make you stay quiet and he uses that God daMn nice voice of his- or with subtle touches.

• I do like to think that as time passes by he gets a bit more bolder and somewhat overprotective-

•also the reader actually taking the time to know crosshair would be very appealing to him I think, I just feel crosshair needs someone to talk to in Canon, just don't let him know you're a Jedi🗿

Uhh idk how to end these,..but i do really hope to write more!! as for request im not sure about that just yet!!anyways if you read this far thank you!! please be kind as this is my first time writing this kind of stuff;; okay enjoy TBB and stay safe!!!!

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din-miller · 7 months

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Heyoooo! I’m not sure if you take requests, or if this is where your supposed to ask, it’s my first time doing so :’)

BUT

If you do, I was wondering if you could maybe wright an angsty fic, could be platonic or romantic, idm, but after a mission the reader dies similar to how aunt may dies in Spider-Man. Like, everybody gets out alive after a mission, and they’re about to head back on the ship r somthin and then BOOM, the reader falls. They don’t know the are dying and everyone is panicking(or just one of TBB for bonus individual trauma) then after a few, they die. One minute TBB have it all, the next, their world shattered.

Ofc your free to change as much as you want up, and you really don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, it’s just a prompt I’ve been thinking about. Personally its just been nagging me for a while and I love your writing, and would really love to see it done (we all love some heavy angst, no?)

Again, if you don’t want to that’s perfectly fine, just thought I could ask <333

Hello dear, sorry this took so long.

Full disclosure, I’ve never seen Spider-Man. I watched a few videos on YouTube. Both for the movie and the video game not knowing which death of Aunt May you had in mind. Thankfully you provided enough details in the request which helped me hugely!

Thank you for your love and support. It means the world to me ❤️

(Ps. You didn’t mention if you wanted the reader to have a specific pronoun so I’ve chosen to use she/her as the readers pronouns)

Go Peacefully, It’s Okay

Pairing: The Bad Batch + f!reader

Word count: 2.4k

Warning: Character death, blood mentioned, female reader, fun sibling dynamics THEN hurt with not a drop of comfort to be found, platonic relationships, use of mando’a (translation at the end)

Sometimes everything you hold dear to your heart, can slip out of your fingertips without out a cause, without a warning, without an explanation

“Remind me when we get back to Ord Mantell, to tell Sid that being hunted by an unknown animal was not in the job description.” Tech grumbled, re-gaining his balance after tripping over a root hidden in the soil.

You laughed, dodging another tree branch as you raced past him, “I wasn’t aware Sid was handing out job descriptions.”

“It’s probably for the best that she doesn’t, we’d be broke if she did,” Hunter pointed out, “If you haven’t noticed, her missions are getting more dangerous lately.”

“Oh, come on, they’re not all bad,” You flinched when the creatures let out a loud roar, “See, even they’re agreeing with me.”

Your commlink beeped, Crosshair’s voice coming through the speaker, “Take the next left, you should be able to lose them in the tall grass.”

“Lose them?” Echo smirked, enjoying this more than he probably should as he jumped over a fallen log, dodging the sharp claws trying to shred his prosthetic leg into pieces, “The fun’s just getting started!”

“You can say that again!” Wrecker cheered, running beside you; Omega balanced on his shoulders, shooting her bow in hopes that it’ll slow the animal chasing them down.

“Has anyone found their weak spot yet?”

Of course nothing is ever simple with the Batch. The creature's skin ricochet any blaster fire and for the first time in history, Wrecker didn’t pack any explosives. Something he’s still evidently mad about as he complained very loudly: “No need for explosives, Tech said. It’s a peaceful planet, Tech said.”

“It was peaceful until you decided to awaken the den, Wrecker.” Tech pointed out, dodging another pounce from the creature behind him, “This plan isn’t working.”

“Crosshair, I thought you said we’d lose them in the tall grass, not attract more!” Echo growled, annoyed as his prosthetics creaked loudly, “You’ll be in charge of oiling my prosthetics when we get back.”

You let out a snort, because that'll be a sight to behold. The others laughed when all Crosshair replied with was a sneer. With a fond roll of your eyes, you opened your comm link, “I have an idea.”

“If past experiences have proven anything, those words have never been followed by anything good.” Typically Tech response.

“You got a better idea?” You asked, a tad judgemental, “Just trust me, okay. Hunter, grab Omega and run. All of you, out of the grass.”

“Copy,” Echo turned to brothers, “Race you to the ship, last one takes first watch tonight.”

Hunter’s helmet is focused on you and you know underneath it he’s giving you a pleading look to not do anything stupid. You just waved him away in response.

“I’ll be right behind you.” You promised and drew your blaster. He sighed and took off with Omega at his side.

As promised, you followed. Albeit a little further behind them as you shoot at the ground again and again, the blaster shot hot enough for the dry grass to catch on fire, forming a wall of flames that prevent the creatures from continuing their attack. As the fire builds and they begin to retreat, you let out a breath of relief. Then, with a huge grin, you threw your hands in the air, ”Victory!”

“Parjir!” Wrecker cheered, high-fiving the youngest Batch. The kid giggled and gave a cheer herself.

Hunter shook his head at them, but you can see the tiniest hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. The smile disappeared as quickly as it came, your name falling from his lips: “Behind you!”

Before you could turn around, your body is slammed to the ground. A vicious snarl came from right behind your ear and you winced at the loudness of it. You twisted your body and grabbed the blaster off of your belt. In the distance the boys are calling your name and without sparing a second thought you started firing into the creature's stomach, taking no pleasure in the pained screams it let out.

You laid your head back against the ground and tried your best not to gag at the smell and warmth of the blood seeping into your clothes. A second barely passed before a pair of hands pushed the animal off of you, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” You answered, letting Tech help you up, “Thank you.”

“Next time please eliminate all threats before celebrating.”

“I’ll make sure to triple check my surroundings.” You promised, brushing off the dirt clinging to your pants.

“That would be suffice, thank you.” He said dryly and you chuckled in response, amused with his way of speech.

While Hunter started checking Omega over for any injuries, you pulled Wrecker toward you to do the same. The biggest clone willingly allowed you to poke and prod at various body parts and he doesn’t even complain when you checked a second time despite knowing that other than a bruise or two, he’s fine.

“Your turn,” Wrecker gestured for you to turn around, but before he could begin his check, Hunter called for everyone to grab their packs and start moving out. Wrecker clapped his hands together with a giant grin, “Finally! The heat is killing me! I guess I’ll check you over once we’re back on the Marauder.”

“I’d expect nothing less.” You patted Wrecker’s shoulder and followed him to where the others started preparing for the trip.

You begin the journey back to the ship at Wrecker’s side but the longer you walked, the slower your pace became and eventually you fell behind. The fire is still roaring behind you, the warmth of it faint against your back and despite having felt like you’ve travelled miles, you're not even halfway back to the ship yet.

Echo slowed down to match your pace, arm brushing against yours, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Echo. I think the adrenaline is starting to wear off, that's all.”

“Should I get Tech? He’ll probably have a stim shot.”

“No, there’s no need to bother him. I just need a sec-,” A sharp spasm rippled down your back, the force of it knocking you over, your legs giving out from underneath you.

Echo caught you, his arm wrapping around your waist and you leaned into his embrace, head crashing onto his shoulder. Echo lowered both of you to the ground, “Help, we need help!”

Hunter dropped down beside you, helmet placed on the ground as his eyes scanned over your body, looking for injuries, but he can’t tell if the blood is yours or the creatures, “Echo, what happened?”

“I don’t know, we were talking and then she collapsed.”

“Collapsed?” Wrecker appeared beside Hunter, helmet also off, his brows knitted together, “Is she okay?”

You know what he’s thinking, it’s written across his face. He should have checked you over earlier and you know very well that thoughts like those never lead anywhere good, so you grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “I’m okay, Wrecker. I just need a second.”

“We don’t have time for this,” Crosshair huffed impatiently. He’s out of your line of sight but you know he’s scowling, “Get up.”

“We have time to let her catch her breath,” Hunter surveyed the burning grass. The fire is steady and far enough that it wouldn’t hurt to sit for a few seconds, “When we get back to the ship, Tech is going to check you over, okay?”

Tech eyed the flames with caution, “For once I find myself agreeing with Crosshair. We don’t know what other animals the noise and fire might draw. We shouldn't stay here. It’ll be best to let Wrecker carry her to the ship.”

“First cardio, now a full upper body workout! It’s shaping up to be a good day after all.” Wrecker joked, but he couldn’t hide the anxiety that lingered in his words as he waited for Hunter’s permission.

Hunter nodded and moved out of the way, “Thanks Wrecker.”

“I got ya, ner vod.” Wrecker scooped you up, shifting you in his arms to get a better grip, only before he could find one comfortable enough for the both of you, he froze, his hold on you loosening until you were set back down carefully.

“Wrecker?”

“I-, she’s…,” He stuttered, taking several steps away from you until his back collided with a tree behind him. His eyes desperately searched for his brother, “Tech, she’s… oh maker, please no.”

You frowned, confused at his sudden behaviour. Tech seemed equally confused but he must have seen something in Wrecker's expression that you hadn’t, because suddenly he’s digging through his pack, searching for something of importance judging by the urgency of his movements.

You turned back to Hunter, “What’s wrong? What’s Tech doing?”

“I don’t know, but I’m sure everything is fine.” Hunter reassured, returning to his previous place beside you. His hand slipped under your shirt, fingers deftly prodding at your side until they stopped at the bottom of your rib cage, then he’s applying pressure against your skin, cursing as he yelled for his brother to hurry.

Echo grabbed his pack, emptying the contents carelessly onto the ground before lifting your head up and placing the pack on the ground as a cushion for you, “Just relax, everything is okay, you’re okay.”

Tiny footsteps made their way to where you’re laying and Hunter held up his hand, stopping Omega from coming any closer. He doesn’t take his eyes off of her but his words are directed at his older brother, “Echo, take Omega to the ship.”

“No,” Omega fought the hand that grabbed her arm, shoving Echo back, “What's going on? Why aren’t we moving?”

She looked at you, anxiously awaiting an answer and you're quick to reassure the small girl, “Need a sec’, I prob’ly inhaled too much smoke.”

Realising that she isn’t going to go willingly to the Marauder, Hunter sighed, “Omega, go check on Wrecker. That’s an order, kid.”

Omega pressed her lips together and for a second you thought she was about to argue but instead she listened and went to check on Wrecker. The bigger clone’s sat on the ground, head between his legs, but he welcomed Omega into his arms when she hugged him in an attempt to calm him down.

Hunter cocked his head towards the two, “Echo, keep an eye on them.”

“Yes, sir,” Echo stood up and laid a hand on Hunter's shoulder, his voice lowering to a whisper, “Take care of her, vod.”

Tech took Echo's place, a scanner held over your body and he adjusted his goggles in the way he does when something isn’t looking good. The muscle in his jaw twitched before he turned the scanners screen to Hunter.

You tore your eyes away from them and tilted your head back to watch as the fire curled up into the dawn sky. Red and oranges mix with the pale pascals, and the stars, so bright from here, so familiar, blur with every breath you take. You can’t help but let your eyes drift shut.

“Don’t do that,” Crosshair hissed, “Keep your eyes open.”

You blinked them back open and you’re a little surprised to see Crosshair kneeling down beside you, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. When your eyes met his, the corner of his mouth turned up, “Good, keep your eyes on me.”

“Crosshair?” You leaned into his hand, seeking the comfort he’s providing despite his usual nature, “Why aren’t we movin’? Is someone hurt?”

“No, everything is okay,” Crosshair replied, but it’s through clenched teeth. Something he only does when he’s having to say something he doesn’t fully believe and/or agree with. He positioned himself criss-crossed above you and lifted your head, replacing Echo’s pack with his lap, “We’re just taking a break.”

Right, a break. A second to relax and catch your breath, that’s what you needed. You closed your eyes, even though you're pretty sure someone just told you not to, but there’s a heavy fog clouding your mind and you can’t remember who it was.

“I said to keep them open.” Crosshair, right, that’s who said it. The man who’s currently demanding you to look at him.

“Crosshair, keep her awake.”

You're able to open your eyes enough to watch as the sniper glared at Tech, “What do you think I’m trying to do?”

Hunter’s fingers threaded through yours, “You can’t fall asleep, cyar’ika, okay? Hey, look at me, let me see those pretty eyes.”

The fading sun is too bright and your vision struggles to focus but you listened to his words and for that he gave you the softest smile, “There you are.”

“Wrec’ ok’?”

“He’s okay. We’re all okay. You just take another second to relax and don’t worry about anything, we have you.” Hunter pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Echo rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at his Sergeant, “You have to tell her, Hunter. You have to let her say goodbye.”

You want to ask what he means. Who’s saying goodbye by who. You want to ask why he looks so sorrowful, but your body doesn’t seem to want to cooperate and your voice only comes out in weak gasps.

“Move,” Tech ordered Crosshair, taking his position to support your body up against his chest, helping the air fill your lungs, “Deep breaths, nice and slow.”

You tried to match Tech’s breathing, the strength in his inhale and the sturdiness in the exhale, but your lungs start to fail you as your breathing became weaker, your grip loosened but Hunter doesn’t let go. Not even when your eyes drift shut for the final time and your chest stills.

Hunter lowered his head, pressing his forehead to yours as he whispered a promise: “Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.”

“Hunter?”

“Kid-,” Crosshair reached out for Omega, not sure if he was trying to comfort and protect her or hell, maybe even himself, as she dropped to her knees beside your body. It took everything in him to not walk away, far from here, but she needs him. His brothers need him.

They all watched helplessly as Omega finally noticed the blood pooling around your body, “She's bleeding! Tech, why are you just sitting there?! Help her!”

“I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do, Omega. The wound was too deep, she was losing too much blood. I’m… I’m sorry.”

“No, I don’t believe that. There has to be something we can do!” She pressed her tiny hands against the wound while she begged through tears: “Wake up! Talk to me, say something, anything! Please, open your eyes!”

“Ad’ika, she’s gone,” Hunter swallowed around the lump in his throat, his lower lip quivered when he pulled the small clone into his arms, “She’s gone.”

Mando’a translation

Parjir. – Victory

Ner vod – My sister

Cyar’ika – darling/sweetheart

Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum – Daily remembrance of those passed on *I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.*

Ad’ika – Little one

#the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb echo #tbb omega #tbb x platonic reader #justice joy writes #tw: character death

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dizscreams · 1 year

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So I have something for Amber x fem reader. Reader is Dewey’s and Gales daughter. Reader has been friends with everyone for awhile (reader is very close with Tara and Sam)and reader and Amber started dating freshman year of high school. Amber is very protective of her gf. She’s also very possessive. Amber is trying to protect her gf from Richie’s ways because she’s related to a legacy. Richie forced Amber into doing this and if she didn’t Richie would killer reader. Act 3 happens when Amber shots Liv in the head and saying welcome to act 3. Before reader could run Amber pulls reader somewhere and explains why she was doing all of this to protect her gf. And that she killed Dewey and had no other choice. And reader says I’m still in love with you no matter what. Reader also says to Amber nothing in this world can change the way I feel about you. And in the kitchen scene with Amber, Sid, and Gale reader hears Amber scream and struggle and sees her mom holding a gun at Amber about to pull the trigger but reader tackles her mom and starts to protect and help Amber. Gale confused so is Sidney and Sam. Idk how to finish it but maybe you can help out with the ending. And adding part of the ending is where Amber ends up living, Richie dies and Amber and reader have a happy ending. And then despite everything Tara and Sam still love reader and they said nothing will change that. Tara, Sam, and reader are every close still. And Mindy and Chad still care for reading

omg this is actually such an interesting concept?! I hope I did your idea justice, lovely! :) sorry it took so long and also sorry for how long it is. 😭

Is it worth it? // PART ONE — Amber Freeman ★

part two:

PAIRING: Amber Freeman x fem!riley!reader

SUMMARY: you are the daughter of Gale and Dewey and you find out your girlfriend, Amber, is Ghostface. 😱 You end up still loving her anyways and love a happy little life

WARNINGS: stabbing, Dewey dies </3, Richie is a fucking maniac (he’s like that anyways but in this Amber was forced to be Ghostface by Richie) ENJOY :))

“C’mon Amber we have to do this. The stab movies mean so much to both of us, you said it yourself it’d be fun to have a movie made for us. I know you want to” Richie says to Amber. He had called her and proposed this plan of being Ghostface and killing everyone related to Sam and Tara and all the ‘legacy characters’ pretty suddenly.

The stab movies meant so much to Richie. They were what got him to love horror and he thought stab 8 was just purely disrespectful. Amber and Richie had met a while ago online and both bonded over the stab franchise. Since Amber and Richie were both film nerds so they got along pretty fast and used to stay up for hours talking about different scary movies.

He thought if anyone would be his Ghostface partner, it would have to be Amber.

“No! I’m not going to be apart of your sick game! My girlfriend is apart of that fucking friend group and she’s related to Gale and Dewey-” Amber yells at him and he yells back cutting her off.

“If you wont be apart of this I’ll kill your fucking girlfriend!”

Ambers eyes grew wide at that. She loved her girlfriend more than life itself and she knew better than anyone, she’d do anything to protect her partner. She didn’t want to do this, she didn’t want to do it at all but if means you’d be safe, she’d do it. Richie noticed how she went silent and grew impatient “Are you doing this or not?”

Amber muttered a quick “I’ll do it asshole” and hung up on him. Richie smirked at this and began writing the plan down. All Amber could do was think about you. She didn’t want to hurt you and she’d kill Richie if he ever laid a finger on you. She knew he was crazy about the stab movies but never thought he’d take it this far.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a knock on her bedroom door. “Come in!” she said with a soft tone, she knew who was knocking. Proving her suspicions right you slowly opened the door and walked in. “Hii, I’m not intruding am I?” You asked while staring at her textbooks that were in her lap. She followed your gaze and looked down. She forgot she had even began studying before Richie called.

She shook her head “No, of course not come here.” You grinned and waddled over there and Amber couldn’t help but smile back. She admired how adorable you looked, and that you were wearing her shirt. She laid down moving her textbooks to her desk and you cuddled up beside her, while she played with your hair.

“You know I love you right?” She randomly asked you and looked down at your confused expression. “Of course, is something wrong?” She looked away and shook her head murmuring a ‘no’. You sat up right and kissed her head, “You don’t have to tell me what’s wrong, but just know I love you too. I love you a lot.” She looked up at you and genuinely smiled before gently tugging at your shirt, pulling you down so she could kiss you.

She didn’t want to lose you but she knew she probably would when following Richies plan. Trying not to think about it she put her focus back into kissing you, enjoying a moment that probably wouldn’t happen again anytime soon. But she’d rather you break up with her than have Richie try and kill you.

The Ghostface killings were happening again. To sum it all up, your best friend Tara had gotten attacked first (pretty brutally) , some guy Liv used to hook up with got killed, Sam got attacked in the hospital while visiting Tara, Sheriff Judy and her Son, Wes, had both died and now you Sam and your dad, Dewey, were on your way to the hospital.

Sam was also your best friend so of course you went with her to the crime scene where Wes and his mom died. Since the sherif died all the cops were at the scene instead of watching Tara at the hospital. She had been hurt really fucking bad and Ghostface wasn’t afraid to go in the hospital to hurt her some more, so naturally Sam was terrified of what would happen with no cops there at all. Especially since Tara was on a private floor.

Sam was driving recklessly, Dewey was in the front seat, and you were in the back holding on to the back of Sam’s seat for dear life. Your dad was shouting things at Sam like, ‘slow down!’, ‘that’s a red light!!’, ‘we’re going to die-!’ You wanted to laugh but you were also kinda scared. You knew better than anyone what Sam would do to people who fucked with her family. You’ve seen it happen a multitude of times.

Sam got a call from Ghostface when you guys had just made it to the hospital. Ghostface was either going to kill Tara or Richie while all three of you ran in the building going towards Tara’s room. Sam stalled the phone call long enough to where you guys made it just in time, before Ghostface got to do anything. The elevator opened and Dewey immediately sorted shooting at the fucker.

Ghostface ran off and Dewey went to get Richie while you and Sam ran towards Tara and quickly embraced her, while she cried in both of your guy’s arms.

“Get the elevat-“ Dewey got cut off and all you heard after was glass shattering. Everyone quickly turned their heads and you shouted ‘NO!’ Dewey and Ghostface quickly started fighting and you were terrified of what was about to happen to your dad. Richie crawled away towards Sam and Tara, while Sam was holding you back.

All you could do was watch your dad almost get stabbed. Thankfully he had shot the Ghostface and everyone went in to the elevator. You hugged your dad so tightly, being very thankful he was okay. Before he stopped the elevator doors from closing said the words you dreaded.

“The head”

Everyone looked back confused. “The head, you always have to shoot him in the head.” You started crying cause you knew he would try to be the hero. I mean, to you he would always be a hero but he didn’t have to do this. You hugged him tighter “no dad please please don’t leave me please” you sobbed into his chest and his own tears started forming. He kissed your head and whispered into your hair, “I’m doing this for you, I love you kid.” You were still sobbing while he lightly pushed you back into the elevator.

You kept saying ‘I love you too’ and ‘please don’t’ before he walked out and the elevators closed. Sam was hugging you tightly while you cried and cried. You knew what was going to happen.

The next thing you know you’re outside the hospital having a full on anxiety attack and sobbing your eyes out. You spot your mom running towards the building and you ran towards her. Meeting in a hug full of tears and sadness.

Sydney had came back to comfort both you and Gale but Tara, Sam, and Richie planned to leave woodsboro. Sydney and Gale were trying to convince Sam not to leave but she was too stubborn to listen. She needed to protect Tara. After they argued you hugged Sydney and your mom before getting in the car. “I’ll text you and when you’re ready you can get me so I can live with you.” You told Gale with a small smile and she nodded returning the smile.

Richie began driving and Tara had lost her inhaler so you all decided to go to Ambers house to get the extra one she had. You were still crying but you were happy you get to see your girlfriend, you haven’t seen her in a little bit. Wondering if she was okay, if she was hurt, or maybe just busy. Or maybe Ghostface but you quickly singled that thought out. She couldn’t be the killer- right?

You all made it to her house, she was throwing a party for Wes. You all walked it and she was right there by the door immediately grabbing you in her arms. “Fuck, are you okay? I’ve missed you so much.”

You give her a worried expression “Why haven’t you called or texted, Amber? I was worried about you-“

“I-I’m sorry I just lost my phone” you feel uneasy at that response and she looks at Tara, “should you be up and around right now? Are you guys going somewhere?“ Sam and Tara look at each other than look at Amber.

“I need my extra inhaler” Tara says and Amber slightly nods before going upstairs with Tara while Richie gets everyone out. You wonder around the house with Sam and no matter how many times you’ve been over here, it always managed to make you feel weird and creeped out. You didn’t know what it was.

Sam was growing impatient and yelled “Tara, we’re leaving!” Then you got a call, slowly taking it out of your pocket and looking at Sam slightly scared, you look at the contact. It was Gale. “Mom? Are you alright?”

“Y/N you need to get out of that house, right now!”

“What?”

“You’re in the house where Billy and Stu killed everyone!”

IM SORRY THERES NOT AS MUCH AMBER CONTENT AS I WANTED IN THIS PART but it’ll be in part two! Hope you liked it I’m sorry for the delay :(

#scream 5 #amber freeman #amber freeman x reader #tara carpenter #tara carpenter x reader #jenna ortega #jenna ortega x reader #sam carpenter #sam carpenter x reader #dewey x gale #dewey riley #gale weathers #dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫#dizzy’s anons!! :)#mikey madison

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Saw your post replying to the ask about 'losing a Billy person' and it got me thinking about this. I guess I'm a Billy person who's (nearly) lost their Stu person (which is actually rare and quite the opposite to their dynamic) In WoM Billy decides to move and start a new life afar from Stu because all the shit that's happened and his feelings about him and stuff so he's being sort of avoidant too. They both have very poorly communication skills and they definitely don't resolve anything so I can totally picture Billy getting away from Stu when he starts doing dumb shit (and because of Billy's fear of abandonment because of his mom, he doesn't wanna get hurt, feel vulnerable... etc) and when he doesn't get in exchange the kind of feedback he wants, ( a Stu who's devoted to him and their relationship, a lifetime partner, and everything he's bowed to) How would Billy deal with a lack of commitment? An unexpected betrayal? I guess I love angsty Billy way too much, lol. I'm a big fan of Stu going thru the process of grief but if the opposite happened how would Billy cope with it? My take on this is: bad copying mechanisms, tons of unleashed anger that he's been boiling up and listening to the same 3 depressive alt rock CD'S.

Also, re-reading Debaser and Wom it's like my biggest source of comfort atm so thanks for sharing your amazing writing with us<3

I think the way I write him Billy is also terrified of the idea of a lifetime partner tbh. Does he want that internally? Desperately, but because of the situation with his mom he doesn't feel safe wanting that.

Allowing himself to fully want and have Stu means acknowledging that he would be worse off without him, that he needs him on some level. Billy's got that self-sufficiency type toxic masculinity, he thinks he needs to be perfectly ok on his own and that he shouldn't ever need to rely on anyone else (which is just not how people work).

As a result, Billy running away in WoM is very much avoidance because he got a taste of what it would be like if he lost Stu and he couldn't handle it. Literally all of this is happening because Stu is too trustworthy, too reliably supportive, and Billy essentially thinks that enjoying that makes him weak.

So if there was an actual betrayal? He's going nuclear honestly. It doesn't even have to be the biggest betrayal. Stu's basically the last person he actually trusts in the world, he definitely doesn't trust Nancy anymore. Really the only reason he hasn't totally blown up at her is that he's put her on a pedestal, he sees her as a victim in this situation. So her actions are somewhat justified to him, but at the same time any trust he had for her has completely eroded.

Now with Stu, where he actually does trust him and also is essentially afraid of what that means? If he was betrayed or that trust was broken he would take that to mean that he was right; trusting or relying on anyone else is a bad idea. I think his specific reaction depends on what happened- if its a smaller thing yeah he might just run away, self isolate, smoke too much and get really aggro in general.

If it's anything even a little bit bigger though I think he would be on an actual warpath, like its Billy Loomis vengeance time and we all know what that means. He might decide to make Stu's life a living hell in a lot of little ways or he might decide to bottle it up, act like things are normal the way he did with Sid and then completely tear Stu's life down around him.

Either way I think this results in a much more self-destructive Billy than what we saw in his revenge plan with Sid. A Billy who's lost his trust in Stu is a Billy without direction, without comfort, and I think ultimately a Billy without hope. Like worst case scenario I do think he might try to kill Stu, but either way this is a Billy defending fully into nihilism.

So yeah, if there’s a lack of commitment? Billy is gone, he’s isolating and he’s telling himself he doesn’t need anything or anyone. If it’s a betrayal? He’s on the warpath.

#pookie bear better be truthful OR ELSE #Stuilly #billy loomis x stu matcher #wave of Mutilation fanfic #wave if Mutilation spoilers #ask

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