#rewrite sidney

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Sidney meets Spectra

Based on my version of Spectra and Sidney.

At Walker's prison

Spectra-Hello kid.

Kid who turns out to be Sidney- Hello ma'am, Who are you? Haven't seen you around here.

Spectra-Name's Dr. Penelope Spectra but you can just call me Spectra, at your service. I'm a new inmate. Nice to meet you.

Sidney-I'm Sidney Pointdexter. Your name sounds familiar.

Spectra- You may know me from my work as a psychologist. Ive been a guidance counsellor now and then, even for Casper High. So listen, you know where Walker is? I need to tell the good Warden something really important.

Sidney-What?

Spectra-I know who Danny Phantom is.

Sidney-...oh?

Spectra-Its actually one of my former student clients at Amity High, Danny Fen-

Sidney-Oh now I remember where I heard your name. Walker actually warned everyone about your arrival.

Spectra taken a back-Really?

Sidney-You've caused quite the stir in the Zone with your many cons. And apparently you even tried draining the students energy at my old school. Hence why you're here. I actually handed myself to the authorities for causing some trouble there as well. It seems you even met my good friend Danny too.

Spectra-You already know!? Does that mean Walker kn-

Sidney-No, no no. Yeah I've haven't told anyone here that and I'd actually prefer if you didn't tell him or anyone else please. Danny's tussled with a lot these guys including Walker, what a small world. With that all said it'd be best they don't know his other identity. Otherwise we'll all have some problems ok?

Spectra-Are you trying to threaten me?

Sidney-Do you think I'm just asking?

Spectra-Watch it kid. Didn't Walker warn you what else I can be?-begins to turn into her spider form to scare Sidney

Sidney-Chuckles. Neato form. It bares resemblance of a Lactrodectus Mactans, Aka The Black Widow. Of the Theridiiade/tangle web family. Well known for their distinct coloring, sharp fangs, venom cautionary but usually not fatal, depends on factors such as health and age, and eating their mates after reproduction. Quite the infamous arachnid. I've always had an interest in entomology, technically spiders aren't bugs but they're still close to the subject. Let me show you my form.

Spectra confused-your form? Sees Sidney transform into a mantis, much bigger than her spider form.

Mantis Sidney in a scary voice-I assume you've heard of the Praying Mantis? Of the mantidae. There's so much I could tell you about them, personally my fav. Well known for their camouflage, forelegs great for catching and gripping prey, their signature, having their forearms folded, hence the famous name, "praying" mantis, the females eating the males heads during mating, thats actually not as common as most think. Oh and their diet consists of many insects, small animals and even spiders such as yourself.

Gets in real close to her face when he says that last part, drool around his pointy teeth. Spectra sees her scared reflection from his teeth and eyes, staring into her very core.

Spectra begins to shake and revert back to normal. Sidney too.

Sidney- So I can assume you and your pesky assistant won't say a word of Danny's identity?

Spectra completely stunned, unable to reply.

Sidney- I'll take that as a yes. Thank you. It was nice meeting you Spectra. Walks away as if nothing happened.

Bertrand-Hey Spectra. You tell Walker yet. Spectra? Penny? Hello!?

Spectra still too stunned to reply.

Sidney in his cell holding the glasses Danny fixed up.

Sidney-You probably don't see me as your friend anymore, not after what I did. I wouldn't blame you. But you'll always be my friend Dan. And as long as I'm around I have your back.

https://dnpanimationstudioclone.tumblr.com/post/688093503095521280/about-sidney-pointdexter

https://dnpanimationstudioclone.tumblr.com/post/691237525678882816/meet-dr-penelope-spectra

What do u think? I'd love to know💖

#danny phantom #sidney pointdexter #rewrite sidney #rewrite spectra #spider spectra #penelope spectra #dp pointdexter #dp sidney #dp spectra #bertrand #dp bertrand

[jyrinestories08]

Since that scream 7 looks like it’s going to get cancelled, i want to let you all know that i’m working on a scream 7 pre-write, cause if the movie won’t get made and we never get to see more of the prequel stories, i’m gonna do it by myself then

#scream #scream 7 prewrite #scream 7 #ghostface #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #mindy meeks #chad meeks #kirby reed #sidney prescott #mark mccain #jed olsen #prewrite #rewrite #horror movies

[tinkerbelldetective]

And he is the Sun

The jingling tags of a dog collar followed by hushed scolding were not everyone's choice of comforfing sounds, but it was definitely a favorite of yours, especially when the immediate result was a wagging tail and paws on your legs and a wet nose at your hands.

"Dickens!" You bent down, allowing the growing Labrador to smother you in kisses, tail thumping vigorously against your coffee table. Your hands sunk into his fur. "And where is the beloved vicar?"

"Well, I wouldn't know anything about beloved," Sidney answered, stepping into your sitting room with a kind smile. " I'm sure I could leave my collar on Dickens for the weekend and there wouldn't be much complaint."

Much to Dickens' chagrin, you pulled away as you stood, laughing as you did so. He had just gotten a whiff of something sweet on your hands but had no time to investigate. His little black nose attempted to bump your fingers, but he couldn't reach.

"I made some biscuits, I just need to frosten them," you offered, unknowingly answering the burning question of the black Lab that was circling your sitting room.

"Isn't it a bit early for biscuits?"

"Nonsense."

If anyone were to ask you what you liked most about your vicar, you would speak of his genuine concern and care for his congregation and for people, but in your mind you would be thinking about the scene in front of you: Sidney Chambers looking down with a chuckle, his blue eyes filled with light, and a smile that echoed clouds on a Sunny day.

You stepped into your kitchen, the vicar not far behind. Putting the freshly made frosting between you and Sidney, you handed him a knife and half a batch of biscuits.

"Is your sermon ready?"

An amused sigh left his lips in response before he shook his head, light bouncing off his strawberry blond hair.

"Maybe you should leave Dickens in charge for a weekend," you mused, watching the way some of his biscuits were neatly covered and others with frosting hanging off the edge and donating to the blue glob between his thumb and index finger. A laugh escaped your lips.

"You're a ray of sunshine, Sidney Chambers."

His hand hovered over the knife in the bowl, your words washing over him with sensitive seriousness.

"Here, you can have these," you pushed the finished biscuits towards him, "And perhaps one for Mr. Dickens?"

Sidney nodded, half in thought. You whistled, and in came a flying black mess of fur, sliding across the tile to your feet.

"Sit. Good boy. Shake?"

Dickens placed a paw against your shin, tail thumping against the base of the counter.

Smiling, you opened your hand and lowered it, enjoying the sight of the dog reaching up to grab it, chomping happily away.

Sidney cleaned his hands off before facing you, a hint of amusement in his blue eyes. He reached forward, slowly pushing a strand of hair out of your face.

"You take care of yourself, Mr. Chambers," you murmered, ignoring the warmth of your cheeks.

"No promises, I'm afraid."

You huffed at him the way only someone in love could.

#Why is there no sidney chambers fanfic??? Gimme that man #Grantchester #Sidney Chambers #Sidney Chambers x reader #My Grantchester Imagines #Td Sidney Chambers #half of this went poof and I had to rewrite it

[liu-yu-xin]

Ummmm tumblr wont let me report to u guys that i had another dream about yangyang

#im not rewriting it but i was in love with him in the dream plot. again. he needs to stop sending me psychic rays #yangyang #wayv #sidney talks shit

[slxsherr]

Softer Than Shadow

pairing: charlie walker x fem!reader

summary: you make a better victim, so charlie rewrites his movie. jill doesn't have to know.

wc: 2239

warnings: fem!reader, cursing/swearing, underage drinking, descriptions of violence, mentions of blood, mentions of drugs, hospital description, thigh riding, public sex, unprotected sex (p in v), creampie

a/n: yo this one kinda actually has a plot?? forgot i could do that lol

When Kirby had invited everyone over to her house after Gale Weathers was attacked at Stab-A-Thon, you didn’t expect for the deadly night to continue. Robbie’s incessant worrying over possibly being arrested for simply hosting the event where the sheriff’s wife was attacked was only made worse after Trevor showed up uninvited. 

You’re the only one drunk enough to follow Robbie outside, not wanting to witness Charlie and Kirby flirt after Jill and Trevor separated themselves from the group, looking for evidence to find out who invited Trevor. Distracting yourself from what’s going on inside is easy, laughing at Robbie’s drunken attempts to get his stream going. You ignore the aching feeling in your chest when he tells his audience about Charlie and Kirby, downing the rest of your drink. 

Switching to a new school senior year is hard, but Kirby and her friends were nice enough to include you in their group. It just sucked that the only guy you were interested in was madly in love with someone else. You’re brought back to the moment when Robbie runs face first into a hanging plant, laughing cruelly at his pain. It’s not until you feel a knife stabbing through your left shoulder that you stop laughing. 

The cry you let out when Ghostface pulls the knife out is pathetic, and you quickly fall to your knees in pain, holding a hand over the bleeding wound. When you realize the killer left you to run after Robbie, you quickly rise to your feet and make your way around the house. You can hear footsteps following you, and you speed up, turning the corner to see Sidney, Jill, and Kirby all at the entryway.

“Run!” You yell, drawing their attention to you and the killer following behind you. 

Jill and Sidney run upstairs, but you follow Kirby further into her house, not trusting yourself and steps. Kirby tries calling 911 on the landline, but it’s dead and the line goes dead every time you try on her cell, having lost your own either in her couch or backyard. The two of you run into Sidney, who tells you she got through on her cell and that Jill should be safe. Kirby leads all three of you to a safe room in her house, locking the door behind her. 

“Kirby, let me in!” Charlie says, pounding on the glass of the door, smearing blood across the window panes. “No, no, no. I just found Robbie, this is his blood. Please!” He begs when Kirby hesitates to open the door. 

“If you can’t trust him, don’t open the door,” Sidney says, knowing exactly how Kirby feels.

“There is someone else out here, let me in! Oh, my God, let me in! Please!” He says, pounding harder on the glass, looking between Kirby and whoever else is outside. 

“I’m sorry, Charlie,” Kirby says, backing away from the door, and you wish you could let him in, but before you can consider the option for too long Ghostface appears behind him. 

The three of you can only watch as Charlie is bound to a patio chair, Kirby’s ringtone blaring through the air as the killer calls from Charlie’s phone. Sidney leaves to find Jill, leaving you and Kirby to keep Ghostface on the phone while she’s gone. You can hear your own heart pounding in your ears as Kirby answers the horror movie trivia asked over the phone. Both of you panic when she answers a question wrong, but calm down when she’s offered another question. 

Kirby lists off answers before Ghostface can even finish the question, knowing she’d answered correctly when she’s met with silence. The two of you rush outside to undo Charlie’s bindings, ripping off the duct tape and spewing apologies. Quickly, you all make your way back inside the house, but stop abruptly when Kirby is stabbed in the stomach by a familiar figure in the darkness. Ghostface twists the knife, and all you can do is watch Kirby fall to the ground and follow Charlie as he leads you away. 

You don’t realize you’re back in the house until you run into Charlie’s back, eyes widening when you see blood seeping through his shirt. Sidney comes downstairs, and as the killer focuses on her you drag Charlie with you further into the house. You make it into the kitchen and open the pantry door so that the two of you could hide inside, but jump back when a bound Trevor falls onto the floor in front of you. Before you can even think to help him, you feel something hit your head, and everything goes black as you fall unconscious to the floor. 

The sound of sirens is what wakes you, but you’re barely able to register anything else as you’re lifted onto a stretcher. You’re in and out of consciousness the whole ride to the hospital, but only fully awake later that night. The hospital room is half-lit, machines tracking your vitals beeping, IV needle stuck in your hand, and a curtain dividing the room in two. Your heart rate spikes, alerting the other patient in the room that you’ve woken up. 

The curtain barely moves as Charlie approaches you, his own IV and machines following behind him, cooing at you as you begin to cry in an attempt to soothe you. You sit up fully, wrapping your arms around his waist and hiding your face in his chest as you cry, unable to see the out of place smile stretching across his face. He holds you in his one-armed embrace, his left arm in a sling to relieve his wounded shoulder, happy that you seek comfort in him without question. 

“Shh, it’s gonna be okay, you’re okay,” he says as you begin to calm down. “You’re safe,” he reassures you when you pull away from him. “Can I sit with you?” He asks, and you quickly nod and lift your blanket as you scoot over in your bed for him to join you. 

“What happened? I don’t remember anything after you were stabbed and I think I passed out from blood loss,” you ask, fiddling with the scratchy hospital blanket that covers both of your lower bodies nervously as you wait to find out who was behind the mask. 

“Well, it turns out Jill and Trevor were the ones killing everyone. Pulled a real Bonnie and Clyde on us,” he chuckles, trying to relieve some of the tension, earning only a weak smile from you. “Jill shot me, but Sidney stopped her, and I was able to stop Trevor from finishing you off too,” he lies, knowing he’d be the only one to know what really happened.

“You saved my life,” you say, staring at him in awe.

“I only did what anyone else would’ve done,” he says, feigning modesty.

“No, you saved me. Someone else would’ve just watched or saved themselves,” you say, guilt gnawing at you as you think of how you and Kirby could only watch as Charlie was tied up by Ghostface.

“Maybe, hey, why the long face?” He asks, seeing the remorse in your teary eyes. 

“I’m so sorry,” you begin to cry again, hiding your face in his uninjured side. “I’m so sorry me and Kirby didn’t let you in, I’m sorry you got hurt protecting me,” you sob, your tears soaking through the thin hospital gown. 

“Shh, it’s okay. That doesn’t matter, we’re both alive and that’s all that matters, okay?” Charlie reassures you, his arm snaking around your waist as your sobs turn to sniffles. “Kirby’s with Sidney in the ICU. The doctors think they’ll both be waking up soon,” he says once you’ve calmed down again.

“Really?” You ask, surprised by the news. 

“Yeah, Dewey told me when he came by earlier,” he answers, unbothered by the news since neither of them knew the true extent of his involvement in the night’s events. 

“That’s good,” you say, beginning to separate yourself from Charlie’s side, now knowing the girl he’s in love with is still alive.”I’m sorry, did I hurt you? Are you okay?” You ask, seeing his face scrunch up in pain as you move away. 

“No, I’m fine. Painkillers are probably just wearing off,” he answers, shifting into a more comfortable position, moving closer to you in the small hospital bed. 

“I can call the nurse,” you offer, looking around for the remote.

“No, it’s fine. They should be coming by soon anyways,” he lies, knowing they won’t be checking in for another hour at least. 

Neither of you say anything for a moment, simply sit together in the silent room, beeping from the machines fading into the background. You’re not sure if it’s the medications, or the fact that you almost died, or if it’s because of how close you are to Charlie, but your mind is going haywire. Torn between wanting to scream, cry, and confess your feelings for him, feelings that have only intensified after finding out that he saved you, you unconsciously choose the latter, words already tumbling past your lips before you can stop them. 

“Charlie, I think I’m in love with you,” you say, blinking slowly at him. “Love is a bit much, actually. But I like you, a lot,” you say when his eyes widen in shock, lips parted as he tries to think of something to say. “I know you and Kirby have like, a thing, but I just wanted to tell you in case we almost die again.”

“Can I tell you something?” Charlie asks, finally saying something and you answer with a nod. “Me and Kirby really don’t have anything on, it’s just a running joke. I’ve actually been asking her for advice to ask you out,” he explains, looking away to feign embarrassment. 

“Oh,” is all you say, taking in the information. 

“Oh?” He prompts you, but you don’t say anything else. 

Instead, your gaze flickers from his lips to his eyes, and before you can overthink, you lean in to kiss him. His lips are chapped, and you’re sure yours are too, both of you dehydrated from running around all night. It’s fervent, stealing your breath away as he deepens the kiss, holding you close to him with his right arm. You feel dizzy, parting your lips to let him lick into your mouth, trying to match his energy. 

There’s only so much room on the small hospital bed, and you end up straddling Charlie’s thigh. The whimper you let out is barely muffled by his mouth when he forces you to sit, only the thin hospital gown separating your bare cunt from his leg. He’s moving you along his thigh, the friction stimulating your clit and soon you’re moving on your own, hip seeking pleasure as your hole begins to leak. He breaks the kiss, instead sucking and biting at the sensitive skin of your neck, marking you, focusing on your stifled moans that only he can hear.

“Charlie, the nurses–” you whisper, breathing heavily when Charlie interrupts you.

“Don’t worry about them, we’ll be quick,” he reassures you. 

Before you can reply, he’s reaching behind you to untie your gown, clumsily undoing the snap buttons on the sleeves to pull the offending fabric off, throwing it aside. He grabs your hand, spitting in your palm and wrapping your fingers around his length, guiding your hand’s movements as he fully hardens from your touch. It makes your stomach twist in want, watching the purple head leak pre and listening to his dulcet moans. 

Growing impatient, you straddle his hips, lining him up with your entrance and slowly sinking down until your ass meets his thighs. Thick cock stretching you out, you can only hold onto the hem of his hospital gown, not wanting to reopen any of his wounds. You move slowly, doing your best to hold back your noises, but Charlie lets his out without care, hand gripping your ass and moving you faster. 

“Wait– Charlie!” You squeal, his hips meeting yours, and you swear you can feel him in your guts. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” he groans, loving how you bite your lip and furrow your brow in an attempt to silence yourself. 

“Hah! Please, please,” you beg, but you’re not sure what for, feeling his thumb press roughly on your clit.

Your rhythm falters as he rubs circles on the sensitive nub, your orgasm building quickly. You screw your eyes shut tightly as you reach your peak, stars dancing behind your eyelids as you clench around him. Only whimpers fall past your lips, still holding back your noises in fear of the nurses, but Charlie’s cursing is barely hushed, rutting his hips up as finishes inside you, your walls milking him too tightly for him to pull out. 

He lets you slump against him, your head resting on his uninjured shoulder as your breathing slows, falling asleep on top of him. He’s not surprised you tired out so quickly, he hit your head pretty hard earlier. A content smile stretches across his face as he watches you doze in his arms peacefully, ignoring your injured shoulder, caused by his knife earlier in the night. He hated hurting you, and he hated to see you hurt, but if it meant he could have you like this, he could handle a few cuts and bruises. You are his perfect victim after all.

#charlie walker x reader #charlie walker x reader smut #charlie walker smut #charlie walker x you #charlie walker x y/n #charlie walker x y/n smut #charlie walker x you smut #charlie walker fanfiction #charlie walker fanfic #charlie walker fic #charlie walker imagine #charlie walker #ghostface x reader #ghostface smut #scream x reader #scream smut #scream iv #scream 4

[slxshrfvcker]

Jealousy, Jealousy

A complete rewrite of a requested post on my main tumblr @whisqeringwqlker (i barely use that anymore)

(This is the request by @walking-anxious-disaster made like a year or two ago 😭)

⚠️‼️MINORS DO NOT INTERACT‼️⚠️

Content warnings; Billy ‘cheating’, jealousy, fem!reader, confessions, angst, SMUT (oral w/ fem receiving, orgasm denial teasing, p in v sex) pregnancy worries(?)

Billy was getting pretty distant now days, and you were sure it was because of that Sidney girl from the third period that he recently met along side Stu and his girl…

See, you and Billy were the best of friends, tightest pair in the school, basically glued at the hip (well, besides him and Stu) and had been since you two were toddlers, maybe a bit older, as you two had met in preschool, and unknowingly formed a tight packed bond that would pretty much make sure you two were inseparable.

It seemed like every single night before Sidney he was at your house, watching those cheesy horror movies, or staying the night when he and his dad got into it over the smallest of things. Your mother always welcomed him at the house, happily letting him eat at the dinner table when he stayed and even stay in your room with the door shut, because she believed the two of you weren’t those kinds of friends and mature enough to not do anything stupid.

And now? He barely even called you, or visited your house. He wasn’t hanging out much with you anymore, only taking Stu with him to hang out with their other friends that just so happened to include Sidney Prescott. You felt alone, betrayed and upset about it, so you too started to pretty much completely avoid him, the others, and Stu. You would find yourself focusing your bitter, jealous gaze at Sidney, and would gave an excuse that you had to go to class or something to escape Billy's company if he tried to approach you. In all honesty Billy was sort of concerned about the fact you were constantly running away from him or busy with something if he did try to engage with you. It never clicked in his brain that you were just jealous, he thought he had done something wrong himself.

It was now Monday, and the sixth period had just ended, school was finally over and was letting their students out and you couldn’t be more glad about this, shoving your things into your school bag and rushing out of the classroom, you blew past Billy who was walking his way over to you after he saw you leave your classroom in such a hurry. Billy was simply coming up to invite you over to Stu’s place for a movie night, a small smile on his lips and his hand raised up as he was about to speak, but as soon as you noticed him you ducked your head down and sped-walked passed him, shoulder brushing his on the way out the school doors and you disappeared within the crowd of students. He stood there with shock on his face and his hand falling down to his side, absolutely confused to hell about why that had just occurred. He looked around in embarrassment before going to find Stu to walk to his car and go home with him.

Once you got home, your mother emerged from the kitchen with a bright smile as she dried off a dish, asking you how your day went, but with a fake smile and a hand raised to dismiss her, you gave her an excuse, saying you had homework to do and you wanted to work on it before it got too late. You went up to your bedroom and locked the door behind you as per usual since you enjoyed the privacy and your mother never thinks to knock. You sat cross-legged on your bed, grabbing your books from your bag and opening them up, taking a pencil and starting to scribbled down some lines under some pointers on what the teacher talked about that day before starting the actual assignment.

A thud at your window startled you, your head snapping up and looking at it in horror as it started sliding up, a cool breeze blowing into your room and rustling your papers. Albeit a little startled, you stood up off your bed, glancing around with a split second decision to grab anything to protect yourself before your eyes focused on an empty glass vase on the nightstand. Grabbing it quickly, you raised it up and snuck closer to the window, ready to bring it down upon the head of your intruder. The amount of relief that flooded you to see that it was only Billy caused you to exhale loudly, hand going to rest on your chest as you moved to your nightstand, placing the vase back down. “Billy, you shouldn’t be here.” You said coldly, a little too harsh than meant to be. Billy’s brows puzzled as he got in through the window, standing there while fiddling with some things on your dresser that sat by the window. “Well you were kind of avoiding me and I was worried, so I came over to check on you… are you alright?” He asked finally as his eyes met yours, taking a few strides closer to your bed as you moved to sit on it.

With a soft huff, you closed your books and stacked them on the side of your nightstand, taking a look at Billy who moved to sit carefully on your bed since he knew the frame was pretty old and the wood was starting to split. You rolled your eyes at the concern and waved your hand as a dismissal. “Sorry I’ve been so busy Billy, but it’s kind of more important than friends right now," You half assed explained.

Honestly he didn't buy any of those words you just said, but only nodded in somewhat of an understanding. "I'm a bit worried about you, Y/N/N. You’re avoiding me and acting all weird whenever I hang out with Stu and the others." He said, moving a bit to lean his upper back against the fragile wooden frame, wincing a bit as it creaked under his weight.

"I uh,” you didn’t know what to say to that, it was odd coming from him of all people. You frowned before avoiding all eye contact as you gathered the courage to admit to him why you’ve been this way to him and the others. “I’m just, I’m just jealous I guess? Because when you and Sidney started seeing each other I started noticing how much my heart would break each time you two would be so close and I realized that my feelings for you are more than platonic, so I just started avoiding you to save myself the heartbreak and embarrassment.” You seemed to murmur the whole thing, feeling odd emotions bubble in your chest.

"Woah woah woah, you think me and Sidney are dating?" He could almost laugh at that thought. When he noticed your expression his own softened and his hand moved to rest on your knee. “There's nothing going on between us, Y/N. And you could have just told me how you felt in the first place as soon as you figured them out, and this whole encounter wouldn’t have happened." Billy chuckled softly, making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and your eyes sting with tears. "Besides, I feel that way for you too," Billy said all nonchalantly, smirking at the sight of your eyes widening and cheeks blistering with a soft rosy red. “What? Really?” You blinked in surprise at him, tears long forgotten and embarrassment faded.

Billy nodded, moving closer to you. “Yeah, of course… you haven’t noticed?” He laughed, thumb brushing the side of your knee as he gazed at you. A small smile filled your lips as you blushed a deeper shade of red, averting your gaze to meet with his. “I… I guess I haven’t,” you pointed out, swallowing as his gaze seemed to flick from your eyes to your lips, gears in his head turning as he contemplated on just kissing you then and there. “Now that we have that all out of the way,” Billy piped up after a few beads of silence. “Can we experiment a bit? Just the two of us?” He offered.

Confused by what he meant, you looked at him. “And that experiment is…?” You questioned meekly before he just smiled, shuffling closer to you and pressing his forefinger and thumb on your cheek, pulling your face closer to his as he breathed out a simple word. “This,” and with that his lips were upon yours, warm and soft like you imagined. The kiss was smooth and passionate, his lips slotting with yours perfectly as you two dipped into more heated territory. He pulled back at the first sign you both were losing air, and he grinned at you as you panted to catch your breath.

There was a comforting silence between the two of you as you gazed at each other, his thumb brushed your skin and that is what caused you to throw all reason out of the window. With your hands bunching the collar of his baby blue shirt you tugged him closer, pressing your lips to his again in a more heated, passionate, and dirty kiss. His body moved to press closer to yours as his lips moved in sync with yours, your thighs parting to allow him to slot himself between them, his upper body pushing you backwards towards the bed, his weight on top of yours now as his hips slowly ground down against yours, his clothed semi-hard on brushing against your clothes clit, causing you to let out a delicate breathless whimper. A soft groan left his lips at the sound as his lips started to trial down to your exposed collarbone.

“Billy,” you allowed yourself to moan, making him grunt, blood shooting to his cock as he enjoyed hearing you moan his name like that. “Yeah?” He lifted his head to meet your eyes as he kissed along your collarbones and even daring to pull the collar of your shirt down enough to kiss the top of your chest. “Please,” was all you could manage, needing more than just kissing and grinding. “Please what?” He dared, as he pulled back to lift your shirt off you. “Tell me princess,” he kissed and sucked marks along your chest and above your bra line.

“Please don’t make me beg,” you whined, thighs enclosing around his hips as you arched up against him, begging to be touched more. “Then what’s the fun?” Billy smirked against your skin as he pulled back to unhook your bra and toss it across the room, before taking off his own shirt. You swallowed, eyes raking up and down his chest as your hands went up to graze the light brown chest hair across his pecks and the dark pink scar that ran along his sternum. “What’s this from?” You dared, as he kissed along your jaw and neck, humming at your question. “Surgery,” he simply said as he moved his lips down your body, paying extra attention to the spot below your belly button before he got to the button on your denim jeans.

His hands expertly popped the button open and dragged the zipper down, sliding your jeans and underwear off with one fluid motion. He tossed them in the same direction of your bra before his lips kissed and sucked lightly on your folds, before he parted them and licked a broad strip from your dripping hole to your clit, making sure to flick it at the end to feel you jolt against him. He smirked and his arms caged around your knees as he kept your thighs parted, tongue licking circles around your clit and pressing flatly against your seeping hole. Hearing your soft moans caused him to get impossibly harder, aching in his jeans. He ate your pussy like a starved man, tongue delving into your heat before be glided it along your clit again, before starting the same cycle again. Your breaths were picking up and you were mewling under his touch, pussy fluttering from his skilled mouth.

“S-stop teasing!” You whined as you wanted more than this. You felt him smirk before his arm left one of your knees, only to squeak out when you felt his fingertips grazing your hole, his tongue flicking against your clit as they did so. You moaned for him, bucking your hips up. He finally slipped one finger into your needy cunt, curling it once to find your spot, and once he did he added another finger, and then another once you were stretched enough. His skilled tongue and fingers worked you up to the point of teetering of the edge of bliss, but as of off cue he pulled his fingers from you and stopped licking all together. He smirked up at you, his lips and chin glistening with your juices as he gave you a cheeky look.

“Asshole,” you cried out, feeling your orgasm fading. “Please stop teasing Bill,” you let the whimper escape your throat. He chuckled and tutted before letting go of you and undoing his jeans, pulling them off and tossing them across the room with his boxers too. He crawled up your body and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. Moaning out, you felt him reach down and glide his hard on through your wet folds, gathering enough lubricant on his dick before he positioned it at your fluttering hole, gently pushing in enough to get the tip in. He let out a breathless groan as he continued pushing into you at an agonizingly slow pace, letting you adjust to his massive size. He listened to your little mewls and whimpers as he filled you to the brim, bottoming out completely. His forehead pressed against yours as he slowly pulled back from you and the slammed his hips into you again, making your body jolt upwards with the force.

You cried out, hands grasping at his back and shoulder blades, nails raking down his skin as he started to set a somewhat slow but hard pace, his lips kissing yours with fever as he started to pick up speed eventually. Your breaths mingled as his eyes stared deep into yours, brown meet E/C orbs as he thrusted sharply into your cunt. “Billy,” you moaned, pussy fluttering as you needed some more stimulation to get you to your much needed orgasm. He took the sign and reached his hand down between your bodies, finding your clit and brushing his thumb in tight circles against it, which caused your eyes to roll and mouth fall open, tongue lolling out the side. You moaned, getting louder with each passing second until he had to kiss you to silence you, his thumb brushing faster with his movements as he grew closer to his own high.

Within seconds your pussy contracted on his dick and you tumbled into the blissful orgasm you had needed since the start, thighs trembling as you struggled to keep them parted, pussy fluttering and contracting on his cock as he struggled to hold his own orgasm back, thumb and dick working your through yours before he allowed himself to cum, his hips stuttering and stilling, dick buried into yours still-fluttering cunt as he spilled his seed into you, his breathing labored with yours as you both started coming down from your respective highs. He stayed in you for a moment, head pressed to your chest as he tried catching his breath along side you. His eyes were closed and he settled in the bliss of post-orgasm with you until it was rudely interrupted by your mother calling your name from outside your door, jiggling the door handle. “Y/N? Dinner is ready! Cmon!” She called as she went back downstairs. You both looked at eachother and let out soft laughs as he parted from you, pulling his softened cock out of you as he sat back and watched his cum flow out of you, his fingers going over pushing it back in.

You smiled sleepily at him, before realizing the two of you forgot protection. “Oh fuck, Billy we forgot—“ he silenced you with a quick kiss. “Shhh shhh, it’s fine, I doubt it’s gonna make a difference or do anything, and if it does we will handle it, okay?” He said as he got up off the bed and started to dress himself. You frowned before nodding, getting out of bed and getting dressed as well. It wasn’t until you got by your door you noticed the bed tilting to the side, the leg had snapped in the process of your guys’ fucking. You giggled as he noticed it too. “Oh shit,” he laughed with you before you sighed in remembrance of dinner downstairs.

“Do you wanna stay? you can leave through the window and go to the front door to make it seem we didn’t just fuck.” You giggled a bit, and he hummed. “I would love to, Y/N/N, but like you I also have homework to do so I should be getting home… I’ll make it up to you I promise. Okay? I’ll see you at school tomorrow?” He moved to embrace you, and you sighed, smiling and leaning into his touch. “Okay, I’m holding you to that…” you said as he pulled away. “Okay. I love you,” he murmured as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You kissed him back and smiled, waving as he climbed out of the window and disappeared into the night. Sighing you went downstairs, then a thought occurred. How would you explain the bed to your mom?

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[chaos-grimlin]

Maybe a stu macher x reader where stu likes the reader but he has to pretend he doesn't because he's with Tatum and every time a guy get close he gets really protective. Soon the reader is assigned a project with a guy and stu convinces billy to do the call/kill thing. The reader defends herself and gets away but is really banged up but the guy wasn't as lucky. The next day at school stu protect her from the press and they start to get closer. Sorry if this is long😬.

Alrighty! Thanks for the request! And dont worry if its long! I dont mind i got nothing else to do! I just love getting requests!!hope it's what you want!if not ill rewrite it

Fuck her i want you~ (Stu macher x fem reader)

(All in 3rd person and is a fem reader like the other request by this person said!)

Stu didn't know if his feelings for her were true or not. At first he thought they were just the shock of having a new person in their friend group after all these years, but, after a few months, Stu realized it wasnt shock... It was love.

Stu was shocked by his own feelings towards Y/n. Stu hasn't felt love in forever, he thought that the feeling of love died when he helped Billy kill Sidneys mother then found out that, if she got in the way, he'd have to kill Tatum too..

So..Stu fell out of love with Tatum, "why love someone youll end up killing?" Stu had always said to himself. And after a bit, he no longer felt the feeling of love, till Y/n came along.

He loved every bit of her. From top to bottom and even her personality. Stu loved it all.

Yet... Stu couldn't be with Y/n...because he had to stay with Tatum in order for Billy's plans to murder Sidney would go right. So all the desperately in love boy could do was watch as his feelings for you grew to the point that suffocated him.

Stu would watch Y/n from afar, watching her every step..stalking her.

Y/n was never aware of this, she'd always feel eyes watching her, but she never knew it was her bestfriend. Y/n would never expect Stu to stalk her..but..she did find one thing odd about him..

Stu always showed up as if on purpose when some guy or girl got too close, too flirty, or too touchy with her.

Y/n thought Stu was just being a good friend, protecting her from creeps, when in reality, Stu was becoming obsessed with her and didn't want anyone to take her from him..it got to the point Stu would spit out threats to Randy or Billy if they got too close or too touchy...Stu would do anything to keep her from being taken..

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"So, tonight at 6?" A brown haired boy asked Y/n as he raised an eyebrow at her.

Y/n nodded her head with a smile as she clutched her books tightly agaisnt her chest. "Yes! 6. Ill have everything set out and ready by then" Y/n said. "Alrighty then, see ya later" the boy said with a wave before turning on his heels and walking off.

Little did they know that Stu keep a sharp eye on them both, listening to every word that was spoken.

Stu watched at the boy walked off, fist pumping the air as he did.

Stu felt anger boil inside of him. "Why was HE going to HER house?!" Stu asked himself as he bit the inside of his cheek and clenched his fist tightly. That lowlife couldn't take her from him!

Stu's breathing became unsteady as he watched the boy walk up to his friends and start laughing and talking.

"Stu! You okay?" A gruff voice called out.

Stu cranned his neck and looked behind him, only to see his partner in crime, Billy Loomis.

"No im not fine" Stu said through gritted teeth and he fixated his eyes back onto the boy.

"Well what the hell is wrong?" Billy asked with a sigh. "That boy..the one with the Letterman jacket and brown shoulder length hair.. Hes going over to Y/n's tonight" Stu hissed out. "Okay...and?" Billy asked, not seeing why his friend was so pissed off.

"What of he tries something? What if he hurts her Billy?" Stu answered Billy's question with more questions. "Stu... They just have a proje-" "i dont care he shouldnt be going to her house!" Stu said, Cutting Billy off then turning around to face him. "You cant kill everyone who goes around her" Billy argued "it would give us away" he added. Stu rolled his eyes like a toddler. Billy knew that if Stu killed every girl or guy that got close to Y/n it would give them both away and neither of them wanted to end up in jail just yet.

"Just this once?" Stu pleaded. Billy let a long sigh escape his lips as he pinched the bridge of nose. "Fine..."

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Y/n swayed to the music that played through out her house as she got ready to start of her project. She laid out paper, glue, scissors, tape, snacks, and more.

Y/n hummed along to the music as she sat down a bowl of chips. And right at that moment her phone rung.

Y/ns eyes snapped over to the phone before she skipped over to the phone, took it off the hook and pressed it to her ear. "Hellllo?" Y/n said as she popped a chip onto her mouth.

"Well hello there" a deep distorted voice said from the other side of the line. "Heh, who is this?" Y/n said as she twirled the phone cord around her pointer finger. "Who is this?" The man said, asking the same question.

"Well..this is Y/n L/n, you may be looking for my parents... Mr and Mrs L/n" Y/n said, trailing off slightly. "Oh no no your who I was looking for" the man called out. "Oh..well...who is this?" Y/n asked again, tapping her foot onto the ground. "Oh well dont worry about that... All you need to know is that i know you and you know me." the voice purred out.

At that time there was a knock on the door. "Oh i gotta go! Bye bye" Y/n said quickly as she hung the phone back onto the hook, letting the call disconnect.

Y/n rushed over to the front door and fumbled as she opened it.

"Hey!" Y/n said as her e/c eyes locked onto a pair of green ones.

"Hey " the boy said.

Y/n moved out of the way and let the boy walk in, not knowing that she was being watched.

Stu and Billy sat behind a bundle of bushes. Stu lowered the voice changer and gripped the burner phone tightly in his hand, so tightly it could have cracked the screen. "Calm down dont get your panties in a wad, he'll be dead soon" Billy huffed out as he pulled the white father death mask over his face.

"He needs to be dead soon.." Stu said.

Billy signed. He had never seen his side of Stu.. The side that wanted people that were not involved dead...

"Go.. Ill call her again" Stu said as he held the voice changer close to his lips and the phone to his ear.

"So how do you wanna do this?" Y/n asked as she fixed her shorts. "Hm.. I was thinking we could do everything on a timelinish scale, but...spice it up ya know?" The boy said as he took his Letterman jacket off and laid it on the floor beside him.

"Nice jacket" Y/n said as he eyes trailed over the jacket. "Oh..uh..thanks" the boy choked out. "Were did you get it?" She asked. "I played football here last year so i got it." The boy said with a shrug. "Ah cool! Also what was your name again?" Y/n asked, going off topic. "Oliver"

(No not a character from scream i made Oliver up)

Y/n nodded, and once she did, the phone rang again.

A sight escaped her lips as she forced a smile. "Ill be back" she said before standing up and walking to the phone and picking it up. "Hello" she said.

"Hello again pretty lady" the same distorted voice said through the phone. "Okay, who the hell is this?" She said, putting her hand on her hip. "Oh no one but a secret admirer of yours." The voice cooed. Y/n was at a loss for words. He struggled to regain her voice. "Hey, stop calling me okay? Im busy" "DONT YOU HANG UP ON ME"

At that, Y/n froze. "Yeah.. Now you listen.."

Y/n stayed quiet.

"I know you wanna go back and have...fun...with that boy you carelessly let in...but! You are mine! If anyone tries to take you from me i swear their organs will be spread all over town.. You hear me?!"

Out of panic, Y/n slammed that phone down onto the hook. "Help me lock the doors and windows!" Y/n choked out as she rushed to the side window and shut the latch. "What? Why?" Oliver questioned. "HELP ME LOCK THE DOORS AND WINDOWS DAME IT!" Y/n screeched out as she looked at Oliver.

Oliver nodded as he rushed off and locked the front door.

Y/n looked back at the window, only for her blood to run cold as she was met with the dark black eyes of the father death mask.

A scream escaped her throat as the masked person punched the glass, breaking it.

Y/n stumbled back as the person pulled theirself through the broken window.

"RUN!" Y/n screamed as she started running.

Y/n rushed to the front door as Oliver looked back and saw the person.

Oliver's eyes went wide as he fumbled with the lock. "Fuck fuck fuck" the boy muttered as he soon opened the door.

Y/n grabbed ahold of his hand as they both ran. Y/n stole a glance back only to see the person running at full speed at her at Oliver.

Y/n forced her legs to run faster but, in the end, like every tragic story..

Her feet caught onto each other and she fell, bringing Oliver down with her.

Y/ns head hit the concrete road, scraping at her exposed skin.

Oliver stumbled, but didn't fall.

"Um..they are catching up to us..GET THE FUCK UPP" Oliver screamed as he pulled Y/n up by her arm and practically dragged her up.

Y/ns head was spinning as she ran.

She head bellowing footsteps right behind her, and what followed was pain rushing through her back.

A blood curdling scream left her throat as the knife the person had sliced down her back.

Y/n felt the blood trickle down her body as the person grabbed her wrist, pulled her away from Oliver and carelessly threw her to the floor.

Y/n's head bounced off the road as she was thrown.

Her head was throbbing and her vision was fading in and out, and before long, she lost conciousness, the last the she flet before she passed out was blood peppering her skin....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~time skip to maybe 2 weeks later~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Y/n slowly walking up to Woodsboro high, her brain still foggy since she had just left the hospital.

Her conscious was overloaded with guilt as she saw countless news reporters lining around the school, doing reports on the brutal murder of Oliver..

Y/n flet tears flood into her eyes as she hung her head low.

"Y/n!" A voice called out.

Y/n peered up and saw Stu rushing up to her, a concerned look dawning his face.

Stu had told Billy not to hurt her,but, he sliced her back.

Y/n was quick to rush up to Stu and engulf him into a tight hug, burying her face in his chest as tears pooled from her eyes.

Stu froze for a second before he quickly hugged Y/n back, pulling her closer to him.

This is what Stu wanted..

Stu yearned for her touch..he longed to feel you near him..and now he got what he wanted.

"Y/n!!" A pitchy voice rang out.

Y/n pulled away from Stu as she saw a flood of news reporters start to swarm her.

"Is it true Oliver woods was murdered in front of you?" "Was there a reason the killer spared you?" "Is what what you told police true?!"

Y/n felt her brain overload as she watched at the cameras that were on her and all the microphones that were shoved into her face.

"Leave her alone!" Stu hissed out as he pulled Y/n to his side and started to force himself and her through the crowd of news reporters.

Y/n gripped onto stu like a child as they walked.

Y/n toned out all their questions. And soon, she no longer was surrounded by reporters.

Y/n looked up at Stu with tear filled eyes as he looked down at her.

"Hey don't cry.. They arent going to bother you.. Im here to help you " he said softly as he cupped her cheek and used his thumb to wipe away her stray tears.

Y/n felt..calm... Around Stu..

Like all her worry and guilt dripped off her bones when Stu came around.

"Thanks" she whispered...

And at that... Y/n hardly ever left his side..

they became clsoer and closer and Stu fell more in love..

And he knew for a fact that he would have her after Billy kills Tatum...

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[f1nalboys]

Hey! Can you do a Angsty Randy Meeks Fic?

I had an idea about how after the murders Randy hooks up with Karen at Bradleys Video. And the Reader gets jealous and stuff.

It can be SFW or NSFW

I love your writing :)

thanks for the request!!! i realize now that i mostly did a fix it fic and didnt really do muchn angst KSGBSJDBGB im still posting this BUTTT if u sent this request and you'd rather a more angsty ending of this, pls send in another ask and ill rewrite an ending for you!!! otherwise, i hope u enjoy this one!!!

Randy Meeks x GN!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1679

WARNINGS: sfw, descriptions of ptsd symptoms but not talked about directly, jealousy, miscommunication kinda? more like lack of communication, hurt/comfort.

You thought it would bring the two of you closer together. Maybe it was selfish thinking, using the awful murders and traumatizing memories for your benefit, but what else were you to do? You didn’t want to let this all weigh you down, hang around your neck like a hangman's noose, but maybe, just maybe, improve your life a little bit. Sure, your friends were dead and you yourself had nearly died, leaving a nasty wound on your stomach from the blade of a knife you can still see when you close your eyes at night, but it didn’t always have to be that way.

Now you were in college, studying right alongside Randy and Sidney, yet you were the only one who couldn’t feel normal. You stayed in your dorms most nights, too fearful of what would happen if you stepped outside. Going to class was hard, eating was hard, ignoring the anxiety and anger that built up in your chest, cracking your ribs as it tried to get out, was hard, and yet they seemed unaffected. It wasn’t fair of you to think that, let alone be jealous of them for seemingly being unphased, but you couldn’t help it.

Your one saving grace was Randy.

Yeah, you were friendly with Sidney, mostly because of your shared past, but you were friends with Randy. Of course, you’d love to be more than that, and you weren’t exactly the best at hiding those feelings, but for now, being friends was enough. Hell, there were even moments, the briefest of instances, where you thought maybe, just maybe, he might like you back. Times where the two of you were alone together and his eyes would linger on yours for a moment too long. Times where you two would collapse against each other in a fit of laughter that would taper off, leaving you both breathless, shoulder to shoulder, your lips far closer than it had been to any of your other friends. There had even been a moment where you had watched his eyes dart down to your lips only for him to swallow heavily and look away. Small things that seemed to keep that shred of hope alive in your chest. 

And then he had gotten drunk over at your dorm one night and told you through a slurred speech that he and Karen had hooked up. His eyes were lit up and his cheeks flushed as he recounted the story to you, detail after excruciating detail. They had been stocking the porno’s back in the video store where they worked and one thing led to another, he told you. 

Things were different after that. You tried not to let it bother you, but you discovered it was easier said than done; you’d look at him and think of his face screwing up in pleasure. You’d feel his fingers brush against yours when he grabbed something from you and you’d think of his hands on her. You’d see his tongue swipe across the pink of his bottom lip and you’d think of him kissing her, sucking a mark onto her neck. It made you sick. Randy seemed none the wiser to the changes within you, which made you even more upset. How couldn’t he notice? 

And then it all came to a head.

He’d been trying to hang out with you all week and you kept dodging him, giving him weak excuses and blatant lies as to why you couldn’t. When you open the door to your dorm only to see his concerned face, you aren’t sure what to do. “Y/N, finally! You know, I’ve called your phone like eight times, and you can’t even use the ‘unknown number’ thing against me because I know you have the caller ID thingy.” He says as he pushes inside the room, looking around your empty dorm. You sigh, closing the door and wondering why of all nights did your roommate have to pick this one to go home to visit family.

“You’re normally supposed to be invited in before you actually do it, you know that, right?” You ask, a bitter tone to your voice. He rolls his eyes, tugging his jacket off of his shoulders and tossing it onto the back of your desk chair before sitting on the edge of your bed. Crossing your arms across your chest, you lean back against the wall and stare at your feet. 

“Yeah, but it’s me,” Randy says and you can hear the smile in his voice. Instead of giving you butterflies, you simply bite your tongue. “Hey, c’mon. What’s up?” His voice is filled with concern and you look up, your resolve cracking a bit at his face. He pats the spot beside him. “Talk to me, would you? You’ve been acting weird and it’s killing me.”

You roll your eyes but push off of the wall, sitting on the opposite side of the bed near your pillows. You stare at the ground and the energy in the room turns awkward as he waits for you to speak. “I’m fine.” You finally say, sparing him a glance. “Like, seriously. I’m good.”

“God, you’re a terrible liar.” Randy responds, reaching over and gently punching your knee. “Can you just skip the theatrics and tell me what's up? I’m a good listener.”

“Since when?”

“Since now,” he grins at you. “Out with it.”

You glance at him and chew at the inside of your cheek, sighing. “Fine.” You look back down at your hands, your nerves through the roof as you speak. “I got jealous. After you told me about Karen… I just… I’ve liked you for so long, and I knew you didn’t like me back and I thought I could handle it, but I guess it was easier to handle when you weren’t telling me about the loss of your virginity.” You try to lighten the mood at the end of the sentence, cringing internally at what you had just admitted to him.

This was going to ruin your friendship. You knew the second you looked over his face was going to be screwed up in disgust. He was going to stand up, tell you that he could never think of you that way, that he was disgusted with you, that he never wanted to see you again. He’d grab his jacket and leave, doing what he could to avoid you. He’d go on without you, live his life free of the memories of high school and you, and you’d be stuck. Instead, you hear him laugh.

It’s almost worse.

“Don’t laugh,” you mutter, feeling your face heat up in embarrassment. You scoot back in the bed, bringing your feet up and tucking your knees up to your chest. The tears you had been holding back seemed to be right there, ready to slip down your cheeks in a second. 

Randy grins, reaching his hand over to run along your back. “I’m not laughing at you,” he says, and you’re once again able to hear the smile in his voice. His hand rubs soothing circles on your back and you lift your head, giving him a cautious look. “I was laughing because… that’s it? That’s what made you all weird?”

“Well… yeah?”

“Y/N, you’re so stupid.” Your eyebrows instantly scrunch together in anger, your legs moving back down the bed as you turn to face him. You open your mouth, ready to tell him to shut the hell up, when he leans in and kisses you.

It’s exactly what you dreamt of.

You melt into the kiss, sighing as he pulls away, your eyes closed. He laughs slightly as your eyes open, tilting his head at you, a smug grin on his face. “But… I thought… what?” You ask, and this time when he laughs, the butterflies are back. “Are you just doing that because you feel bad for me?”

Randy shakes his head, giving you a fake scoff. “What, you think I’m that much of an asshole?” He sees the gears turning in your head, the briefest hint of a grin, and he shakes his head. “Yeah, don’t answer that. But no, of course not. I did it because I like you too.”

“Really?” He nods. “Well… why didn’t you say anything? And why did you sleep with Karen and then tell me about it? That’s pretty shitty.” 

“I didn’t know you liked me!” He says, leaning back onto his hands, your bed sinking under his weight. “And to be fair to myself, I was super fucking drunk when I told you about Karen. And, if I thought you liked me, I would’ve tried way harder to sleep with you instead.”

You laugh, shaking your head. “I was so obvious, I thought!” He shakes his head, grinning. You look at him, your smile softening. “You really like me?”

Randy nods. “Yeah, I really do.” He frowns slightly, reaching over and grabbing your hand. “Next time, though, just tell me what’s bothering you, alright? I don’t want the person I’m dating to be mad at me for a fuckin’ week and have no idea about it; you know I’m clueless!”

He brings your hand up to his mouth and gives your knuckles a quick kiss. You smirk at him, ignoring the ever-growing butterflies in your stomach. “Oh, we’re dating now?” He chuckles, giving you a shit eating grin. “I wasn’t a part of that decision.”

“No need, babe, you already admitted you wanted to date me after throwing your little fit!” When your eyes narrow he gives a sheepish grin, poking you in your side. “I’m messing with you… do you want to date me, though? Because I’m like, totally into it if you are.” He seems nervous, his cheeks tinged pink as he glances away from you towards your bed, his hand leaving yours to pull at a loose thread on your blanket. 

You smile softly and answer with a kiss, cupping his cheek as you do so. This time, Randy is the one to melt into it.

(requests are closed - i am finishing up whats in my inbox!)

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[creepyyanderegirl]

Sharing is Caring Chapter 2: School

Dewey dropped Tatum and I off at the high school the next day.

Dewey had told us about Casey Beckers and Steve Orths death. Casey was my bully so I can't help but feel a bit relieved that she's gone. During the day today Sheriff Burke and Dewey would talk to each student about Casey. To get more information about Casey.

Tatum and I went to find Sidney. She's our childhood best friend. We had to give Sidney the news.

"Hey." I said. "Maddie,Tatum what's going on?" Sidney asked. "You don't know?" I asked. " Casey Becker and Steve Orth were killed last night." Tatum said. "What" Sidney said. "Its so sad. Dewey said they are gonna interrogate the school." I said. "They think the schools involved?" Sidney asked. "They don't know." Tatum said.

We went our separate ways going to homeroom. After 20 minuets of class the teacher came over to me. "Maddie. Its your turn." Mrs. Smith said. I nodded and walked to the principals office.

I knocked on the door. Principal Himbry opened the door and started petting my hair. 'God this guys a creep. At least Deweys here.' I thought to myself. I sat down in a chair.

" Sheriff Burke, Dewey." I said. "Sorry Mad its Deputy Riley for right now. " Dewey said. I nodded. Our mom told Tatum and I to treat him like a man of the law when he wears that badge. "Sir could you please stop toughing my sister like that?" Dewey asked. Principal Himbry stopped. They then asked me a few questions. Like what my relationship with Casey was,if I knew anyone that would want revenge on Casey.

I left the office after a few minutes and went on with the rest of my day. After school I sat with the friend group near the fountain. The friend group is Billy,Stu,Randy,Sidney, Tatum and I. I'm dating Randy. Stu and Sidney are my best friends. Tatum is my twin sister. Tho I don't really like Billy.

We were talking about Casey Beckers death. "There's no way a girl could've killed them." Stu said. Tatum slapped him."That's so sexist." I said. "Ow. They were gutted. It takes a man to do something like that." Stu said. "How do you gut someone?" Sidney asked. She meant how do you handle that emotionally but Stu didn't understand that. "You take a knife-" Stu started. Billy gave him a look which shut him up.

"How do you know that?"Randy asked. " Are you saying that I killed her?" Stu asked. "Where were you last night?" Randy asked. "Stu was with me last night. Tatum said. " Yeah I was" Stu said. "Oh? Was that before or after?" Randy asked. "Where were you last night?" Tatum asked. "I was with Maddie." Randy said. I nodded.

Randy didn't notice the jealous death glares Billy and Stu were giving him.

#yandere #yanderestumacher #yandere billy loomis #yandere boy #stu macher #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #stu macher x y/n #stu macher x you #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x y/n #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x you #scream

[dnpanimationstudioclone]

Meet Sidney Pointdexter🪞

      Drew my own rewrite version of Sidney Pointdexter. For his monstrous form I chose the mantis because they look scary and in the 50′s(Sid’s timeline), there were a lot of sci-fi creature movies, including 1957′s “The Deadly Mantis”. I also wanted to implement a mirror theme on account of Sid’s mirror. This is the rewrite for him:

https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/dnpanimationstudioclone/687345099875680256?source=share

What do u guys think? Any questions? Do you have ur own rewrite Sidney or other DP character? I’d love to know💖 and thank u so much for all the love for my ep rewrite💖💖💖💖

#Danny phantom #sidney pointdexter #character redesign #redesign #rewrite #Dp sidney #rewrite sidney #mirror mantis #sydney pointdexter

[sergeifyodorov]

i cringe to even say this because it just feels so off but a (let's be honest, sidgeno) fic where sid goes to anaheim instead in 2005 (and maybe even baby bedard later if we dodge the conspiracy theories and just play pretend, as god intended) would rewrite my brain tbh. captain evgeni malkin? only seeing each other twice a year? a ducks v pens final? or it could even be like your tony fic but make sid go to other teams in a hell loop.....

now this is CERTAINLY an interesting prospect. the ducks in those days were so diff tho like... sid wouldve been teammates with SERGEI FEDOROV, RYAN GETZLAF, Hart-era COREY PERRY, and motherfucking TEEMU SELANNE... that's immediately a superteam. they won the cup in 2007 even without sid!!!! what even!!!!! maybe they'd still be the mighty ducks idk that branding change was a bad idea the old colouring/jersey goes kinda hard. sid with his pale, red-cheeked face, each feature somehow both too big and perfectly balanced, and that coal-dark hair in the Silly-Ass Ducks Jersey.

anyway with western conference sidney we'd have soooooo much more fun with the geno/ovi rivalry also... esp in 2009 when geno goes on that Conn Smythe Murderous Rampage (and defeats the caps on the way). sorry im temporarily ignoring sidgeno here but thinking thoughts anyway.

the real sid rival in that case would likely be the SHARKS.... ough. not that i know much abt that sharks era but they were so so good in there for so long (looking at them now makes this hard to believe but. it's true) and the SEDIN-ERA CANUCKS and EARLY KOPI KINGS.... all that to say the western road trips of the era would have thoroughly sucked for literally anyone who was anyone.

sorry nerding out about superteams. back to sidgeno we'd have to do this w like a.. hm. pittsburgh without sidney is different. they're still a reasonable team that's avoided having to be sold/moved but it's not hardly so much a hockey town. meanwhile anaheim's rabid; sid's practically a hollywood icon. not great when you're closeted, is it, to be a celebrity. so on his own eastern road trip, he slinks out in pittsburgh and walks until he finds a gay bar. and who does he see at this gay bar but a tall, familiar russian with an expressive face and hands the size of dinner plates?

because even a hockey superstar can get away with cruising in pittsburgh, because nobody cares in pittsburgh. the two of them get to talking, sid more to geno than geno to sid because sid's like, friendly and chatty and secretly so, so jealous of this kind of privacy. and it kind of. goes from there

#asks #sidney crosby #evgeni malkin

[jyrinestories08]

Hi if you're a scream fan who watches all of the scream movies and also writes fanfics with good stories and understands the movies, i would like you to do the "pre-write" of scream 7 with me so i could know which scene i can get an idea, you can text with me here in tumblr by following me or in my ig account

P.S But i can still be credited since you helped me😊

#scream #scream movies #scream franchise #scream 7 #scream 7 prewrite #prewrite #rewrite #ghostface #sam carpenter #tara carpenter #sidney prescott #kirby reed #jed olsen

[harlowhockeystick]

Midnight Rain & Sidney Crosby! 🫶

meet me at midnight | contains: fem!reader, a n g s t (yk it's my jam) | "and he never thinks of me, except when i'm on tv"

i've been wanting to test this water for a while (the water of news reporter reader). i'm taking the opportunity, if you want me to rewrite i will!

sidney has done everything in his power to avoid you. you, your friends, your friends friends, your coworkers- anything that involves you, he has tried his absolute best to avoid you. but all that work for the past four months went up in flames as he sat down on his couch, and turned his tv on.

it was simple, it was out of habit. sitting down late at night, a glass of bourbon in his hand while he propped his feet up on the coffee table and turned the damn tv on. there he saw you, in your solid blue dress that he liked so much, hair straightened, red lipstick on, sitting behind the reporters desk.

you were on his tv, you might as well have been right in his living room. sidney couldn't even tell what you were saying, his gaze was so transfixed on your face, on your body, on how the camera did change some of your appearance but not all of it. for a moment, just a teeny tiny moment, a grin came on his face and he missed you.

he missed you, for just a second, he missed you. he missed the smell of your perfume and how he could smell it on his blankets. he missed how you'd always greet him with a little poke to the arm or side. he missed when you'd come in his house and go straight to the fridge to grab a drink. he missed how you would, no matter how many times he told you not to, parked a couple houses down from his. he didn't think it was safe.

but then he remembered. he remembered the pain and hurt you caused him. he remembered the pure agony and sadness he went through for a solid month; he's still going through it. the pain of the breakup of the woman he thought he was going to marry...nothing compares.

he remembered and the frown quickly went away. he hadn't thought of you in at least a few weeks and then he sees you on his tv, and now he knows he's gonna need at least three more glasses of bourbon to go to sleep tonight.

he controls himself by turning off the television and taking a deep breath. he finishes the glass that he just poured to only go make another, and another, and another. by the third glass he's huffing up the stairs with every step he takes.

sidney turns on a movie to distract his mind to go to sleep, but he's angry in his dreams too. he sees you in his dreams, and he dreams of yelling and screaming and throwing things, but he knows that in real life he could never do that. no matter how much he was hurt by you, he couldn't bring himself to do that in person. so, he does it in his dreams. where he then dreams of getting over you, but he knows that won't happen for a while.

#j's writing #j's midnights weekend #sidney crosby #sidney crosby imagine #sidney crosby x reader #sidney crosby blurb #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #nhl blurb #hockey imagine #hockey x reader #hockey blurb #sorry guys but i love good angst okay #the kind that hurts not the kind that stings #no the kind that IS GUT WRENCHING #that's my jam #no but this might be the saddest things i wrote #hehe

[zoe-is-amazingg]

A Bullet to the heart Part one ♥

Ethan Landry X Reader

!!! Spoilers if you haven't watched scream VI !!!

W/C - 833

Summary - Where you and Ethan are dating and you make a sacrifice for your love, a big one, that means you'll never see him again...

Warnings - Blood and gore, angst, mentions of smut, first person pov, a tiny bit of fat shaming, bad rewriting, murder, gun and knife usage.

Qiunni stabbed me twice already and I hate it. Ethan, my boyfriend is the killer, what the fuck. He tried to let me go but I stayed. I have a gun, Kirby's to be exact, my eyes watering as I press my palm against the wound that was at my left ribs. 

"Come on! Y/n! I know your hiding away somewhere! Come out!" Qiunni yells. The gun fumbles in my hand. I could shoot her, I could, but shoot my best friend, but I didn't even know she was the killer when she was.

Someone runs past me and I cover my mouth with my hand that was covering my stab wound, the taste of iron and blood fills my mouth. Why did it have to be like this? Why couldn't Ethan just be a good guy? I love Ethan with all my heart, but I couldn't love him if he was destined to kill me. 

Was that his plan all along? But why did he give me an option to leave? Leave all this shit behind me and forget it ever happened. But I knew, Ethan would die, the killers always die, people like Sam, Tara, Mindy, Sidney and Gale survive. I wasn't one of those people, I was the Tatum, Dewey, Casey, Randy, Wes and Anika of this story, just a character that'll die eventually and these fuckers over at Hollywood will make a stupid movie honoring my death. 

Sam sits down next to me and covers her mouth with a finger, signaling me to be quiet. I was quiet before she came. A tear crawls down my cheek. Why? Why did I have to even be in this story? I throw my head back and sob silently. Someone grabs my hair and lifts me up with it while I scream out in pain.

"I found you! Finally! Why were you playing hide-and-seek with me! I was going to make it painless for you, but now, I think I'll make it hurt just a little bit more. Your a little bit heavy too, have you put on some weight? I'm surprised your not fucking Ethan." Quinni laughs and I cry. "STOP FUCKING CRYING, YOUR NOT THE VICTIM!"

I still have the gun in my hands, why hasn't she noticed? I press it up against her leg and pull the trigger. It makes a bang and I yelp out in pain as she lets me go and I land on the wound on leg. I keep the gun in my hands, slowly crawling myself away. I look at Sam and she stabs her with Ethan's knife I presume. 

Then where is Ethan? Fuck! Where is Ethan? I see him on the floor, blood flowing out of his mouth. I scream as I realize he's probally dead. Detective Bailey has a knife and was coming straight for me. Kirby shots him with a gun and he falls to the ground. I scream again, he crawls up to us and Kirby tries to shoot him, but the gun is out of bullets. Detective Bailey stumbles to the ground and is losing so much blood. 

Sam and Tara and standing above him and explaining to him about why he should never mess with them or something. To be honest, I don't give a fuck, all I can think about is Ethan lying there looking dead, his eyes wide open, he looked like he was suffering.

Ethan rises up from where he was lying before and starts running at Sam and Tara. I pulled up my gun and shot up at him without thought. He falls to the ground and I run up to him when I realize what I've done.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" I sob, I scream as I press the bullet wound in his stomach, Ethan's eyes slowly start to close, "Ethan! No! You can do this! Shit! I love you! Please come back to me! Please!"

He pulls his hand up slowly and with so much effort and places it on my cheek. 

"Y/n?" He mumbles.

"Yes! Please! Breathe! Come back to me Ethan! Please! I love you!" I mumble out, tears running down my cheek. I press my hand against his.

"Zoe, I love you." He says, his eyes are fully shut now. "I'm just going to close my eyes. This hurts more than I thought it would." He lets out a pained string out laughter.

"Fuck! No! Come back to me! Please! Fuck! Please! How the fuck could I be so dumb!"

"Your not dumb." He chuckles.

"No, I am, I really am." I laugh.

"Trust me, I was the dumb one, this was a dumb idea." He chuckles dryly. 

Tears are running down my cheek when I check for a pulse, he doesn't have one and his arm flopped away from my cheek down to his side. I scream as the thought fully consumes me,

I killed my own boyfriend, Ethan Landry and I hate myself for it.

A/N - Ok, first time writing on tumblr, tell me your thoughts, I'm a new writer here, so it may take me a couple of tries to get the format right. But, i might make a part two about what happened after and before with like flashbacks so slay.

#ethan landry #ethan landry x you #scream 6 #ghostface #scream franchise #scream vi #quinni #sam carpenter #jack champion x reader #jack champion #kirby scream #killer #death

[tsubaki94]

What do u wanna do for ur sid rewrite? Also will u do any redesigning on his look?

Oh, I haven't really gotten to that part of the planing yet. One thing I am thinking of is that Danny is going to be somewhat okay with being in Sidney's "body" because he can walk again. It would also be fun to have Dash figure out that Danny is overshadowed and help him get back to his body. Where as to what Sidney would do while being Danny I have no idea. I hate doing cringe stuff but the slang he uses is going to be old. Maybe he is going to act like a gentleman towards the girls which gets them over on his side.

As for a redesign I might have to look in my grandparents photoalbums for inspiration. Easy to say that Danny is going to mess up the hair and get rid of the bowtie.

Hold on I have to draw it.

There, might changed them when I get to it but that's the first sketch of what Sidney might look like.

Thanks for the ask this was fun.

#Question #answer #ask #danny phantom #Phantom comic #art #fanart #Danny #sidney poindexter

[remyfire]

I don’t want to be anonymous. If you had the chance to rewrite any one Mash episode, which would it be? What changes/rewrites would you do?

Now, Shan, you know I haven't seen all the episodes, and I have probably barely 50 of them fresh enough to be top of mind at this moment hfkfd so I don't feel equipped enough to answer this as seriously as many would.

As we all know, unlike a lot of other people, I am not someone with very picky taste with a lot of my media. I like seeing the stories that creators want to tell. I don't often go out of my way to rewrite them in my head. I'll write around them, like with codas or deleted scenes, but there's no immediate episode that springs to mind that I personally would rewrite entirely.

However, here are some minor and silly things that came to mind:

—Hanky Panky: The terrible lighting is removed Carrie's role is rewritten to have Margaret be who BJ has an affair with. It would've been quite a bit more impactful on the course of the series proper if he wasn't tempted by one-off characters—if the presence stayed nearby and was, in fact, a dear friend—and the effect it would've had on Margaret who is already feeling shaky regarding the length of her engagement and the reception she's already getting from her future in-laws would've been a lot more interesting to me, even before mentioning Margaret having to continue to wrestle with the question of if she'll always just be The Other Woman —Olympics: The reason they have these little sporting events is solely because the entire fleet of them couldn't put an ambulance back on its wheels. They move a lot of litters, supplies, and heavy equipment, not even to mention how sometimes they have to bug out. They need a certain level of physical strength and endurance to work effectively as a unit. —Goodbye Cruel World: Klinger gets to give everyone the dressing down that they deserve, preferably with Sidney as a stern mediating presence

Sorry I can't be more descriptive or interesting about this fhksfd I am but a simple egg

#ty for this shan!! i wish i could've given you a better answer #my ramblings