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Red Licorice

Chapter 10: Old Tapes and Melted Ice Cream

Scream - Soundtrack - School's Out - By The Last Hard Men -

“Everyone is a suspect until proven innocent. (Y/n), don't let your mind be fogged by a dream that might not be reality.”- Randy Meeks

Today Randy Meeks was officially (Y/n)’s hero. Not only did she get to hang out with him in the Blockbuster listening to him rant about the sucky horror movies he had to recommend to the elderly, but he had also treated her to ice cream. She was currently sitting on the counter watching the boy work at a steady pace moving the cart filled with old movie tapes in every direction to fill up the counters. There was a rush crowd recently much to her dismay. The murders and attacks from the past three days have led people in a frenzy to grasp anything in regards to scary movies or horror possible. She was especially surprised with the many students she had seen this evening tonight as well.

It wasn't too long ago school was let out early due to the alleged attack of Sidney yet again in the girls bathroom on the second floor. Upon hearing this she did grow in hysterics for her friend, but was glad there were enough eyewitnesses in the courtyard to determine her innocence. After that fight with Gale she had every right to look guilty in every way possible, but many of the students did agree that Weathers went too far with publishing a dead girl's diary and providing it to the press without a warrant. The icing on the cake was Gale being arrested not too long after (Y/n) had assaulted her, apparently Autumn had called the police and said the reporter was causing the students emotional distress and wanted her removed.

It was funny, she had always thought the girl had hated her to some degree but it turns out she had the wrong idea about Jonah and her. They saw each other as brother and sister; there were no romantic feelings in sight. It took the girl losing Casey for the other to see it.

So much has happened over the past few days and it was all weighing down on her shoulders heavily. It really did feel good to let off some steam in the light of things. Like eating butterscotch ice cream. The last time she had some was last summer with Stu—.

Oh right. Stu.

The girl was still having a hard time coming to terms with what was said in Casey’s dairy. Even if he was drunk and rambling as he had said, what would provoke him to even think such a thing or especially say it out loud in confidence. And the fact when it was published for the entire town to know his first instinct was to keep it from her instead of just apologizing. (Y/n) can deal with a lot of things concerning her best friends, but this hit the nail on the head. She honestly didn't know how or if it was possible to forgive Stu after this.

She loved him, wanted him. But she wasn't going to let him come back into her life that easily. That boy was going to have to crawl to get to the finish line of her forgiveness.

She looked up to see Randy helping another group of girls with their selection, one of them was laughing a bit too loud for whatever the boy said to cause such a sound. (Y/n) frowned, licking the ice cream with her eyes glinting with a foreign emotion. It wasn't but a minute before the boy looked over seeing the way she was staring at them, and man it left chills down his spine.

“I-I’m sorry,” Randy cut the customer off, “Is there anything else you need, I-its really busy and I and to get back to-,” He looked back over to (Y/n), paying attention to how her tongue took a long lick again of her ice cream before plump lips closed over in smooth motions. He gulped nervously, “Someone.”

The girls followed his line of gaze, seeing the Afro haired girl reading from one of the movie tapes in the pile on the front counter. They just so happened to see the girl with her ice cream as well making their skin crawl with envy.

The brunette that was flirting with Randy frowned, “Isn’t she busy enough with trying to come to terms with her and Stu Machers new relationship?”

The boy wiped his head over to the girl in shock.

“She has Stu Macher already. I heard that their relationship was a long time coming sort of thing and that Tatum and Casey simply got in the way.”

Her other friend nodded in agreement, “there are speculation that is Casey had confessed sooner that they would’ve been-”

“Is there anything else you need?” Randy’s voice was short and curt this time.

He of course couldn’t yell or tell them to shut their damn mouths, but boy was he not going to let them have the satisfaction of making fun of his friend. The girl didn’t deserve the backlash and rumors that were being caused by that Dairy, and he was sure if Casey knew about what would happen after her death the girl wouldn’t have trusted her secrets to the words on the page.

The girls huffed, snatching the tape he recommended out of his hands before quickly leaving to their own devices at the other end of the store.

It was a good thing he recommended a shitty horror flick. What's the point of watching horror if you didn't want it ‘too scary’. The point was to feel the thrill of jumping back in your seat, the adrenalin of not knowing that it was going to be you next, or the person beside you munching on popcorn.

“What's up with them?” (Y/n) asked smoothly.

Randy placed the cart beside her with a grimace on his face, “Just some girls who don't have manners.”

The girl cocked her head to the side, not seeming convinced, “ Just some girls? One seemed really interested in whatever jokes you had to offer her a few minutes ago. I'm sorry but I refuse to believe her hyena laughs were real.”

The boy snorted at the girl's tone, “Keep that up and I'll start believing that you're jealous (N/n).”

The girl bit her lips nervously, “What if I am?”

(Y/n) watched as Randy paused his action with stacking the tapes on the cart. Her heart thumped widely in agitation in response. Shit. She really wasn't thinking when the question presented itself. Was it being too forward? Maybe being at work wasn't the space to-.

The girl's thoughts were cut off from a hand being placed along her thigh. Looking up the girl could see the boy's face flushed in red, however his eyes swirled with an emotion she so craved notoriously.

“Well to answer your question,” The male smoothly took the girl's ice cream from her hand before giving a quick long lick on the left side-eyes never leaving hers, “You have absolutely nothing to worry about.”

(Y/n) quickly closed her thigh together to get the thrum of her area to cease, that look the male had given her sent her hormones into overdrive.

“Randy do you—”

The girl's question was cut off with the sound of the store's bell going off at the front. Looking over the two teens' hearts stopped in shock from Stu Macher and Billy Loomis making their way inside the store. Randy scowled slightly, not in the mood to deal with two males whose heads were too big for their own doing.

“Won’t cha look at that. Devil spawns knockin at my door,” Randy sneered.

(Y/n) pursed her lips anxiously before taking a sloppy lick of her ice cream. It was a shame, things were going so well so far between her and Randy. Did Stu and Billy just have to pop up now?

The two watched as the boys made conversations here and there with a few people, probably discussing what went on in the courtyard this morning. Seeing them so carfree sent chills down her spine. How could they possibly laugh and joke around at a time like this? One was exposed for affairs with a victim and the other was accused of being a murderer. Seemed like a time to lay low rather than to draw attention to one’s self.

“Now that's in poor taste,” Randy huffed in agitation.

“What's not?” (Y/n) asked. The male pointed off in the two directions, specifically the horror genre. Her eyes narrowed in on Billy who was now being flirted with by two girls, making something within her stir haphazardly. It didn't feel right.

“If you were a suspect in a senseless bloodbath, would you be standing in the horror section?”

“Randy we've been over this,” The girl shivered slightly, “I was there with the killer ....the bathroom was down the hall from Sid's room. Directly contradicting the theory of him being the killer, it was a misunderstanding.”

Meeks looked over at the girl as if she had grown two heads, “Are you serious? He's got killer written all over his forehead! Are you forgetting his paper last year on how ‘Micheal Myers Could've Gotten Away With It?’”

The girl nodded in remembrance. She was there helping the boy with the paper last spring, apparently he wanted to leave the teacher frustrated and intrigued with his paper and needed help. Billy was known for being bad at English so he relied heavily on (Y/n) for her feedback. She was there reading back to back on the first details of getting rid of body parts to planting evidence on unsuspecting victims. She asked him to tone it down-for obvious reasons.

“Yes I remember, I was the one who proofread the entire thing.” Randy scoffed in response, making the girl tense slightly, “ Okay D, if he really attacked us that night then why did the police let him go?”

“Because, obviously they don't watch enough horror movies,” Randy starts to make his way to reshelf some of the tapes making the girl hop off the counter to follow, “This is standard horror movie stuff. PROM NIGHT revisited.”

(Y/n) thought about the movie for a moment. It was true, the simplest things can lead to a murder, but she couldn't help but ask, “Why would he want to kill his own girlfriend?”

Randy laughed lightly looking at the girl sincerely. He honestly didn't wanna head down this road with the conversation about her childhood friend- especially after everything that happened this morning. But he couldn't sit there and let her intelligence be thwarted over guys who thought more with their dick than their own brain. “You know there's always the simplest bullshit (N/n). Especially when it comes to murdering your girlfriend. You know that's the beauty of it all, Simplicity. If it's too complicated you lose your target audience.”

The girl pursed her lips taking it in, “So what would be Billy’s reason.”

Meeks paused mouth open before closing it, looking away. His stomach was in knots, he didn't want to say what he actually thought at the moment.

“What? What were you about to say?”

“Maybe…”

“Maybe?”

The male sighed, “Maybe Sidney wouldn't have sex with him.”

(Y/n) turned her nose in distaste. “Randy what the fuck-”

“I'm not shaming Sid, (Y/n)! I'm not! That would be shaming you as well for being virgins, but when you look at the way he's been acting not to mention the rumors about him cheating on her. I mean come on! You know he hasn't been really faithful!”

The girl leaned against the cart, her eyes glazed over, “No I didn't, I guess I really don't know either of them after all.”

Randy hesitated for a moment before placing his hand on (Y/n)’s cheek wiping the tear away before it could roll down her soft skin. “Listen (N/n), I mean it when I say that the world isn't perfect. And you can't blame yourself when people start acting differently either. “ He sat down an old tape before using his other hand to place it on the other side, he was cradling her face now. “Everyone is a suspect until proven innocent. (Y/n), don't let your mind be fogged by a dream that might not be reality”.She couldn't help her cheeks warming up from the intense gaze the boy was giving her, and for a moment her heart accelerated when she saw a flash of blonde with a huge pink smile. He was warm, warm like Casey.

“Randy I—”

“What are you two dorks doing?”

Randy and (Y/n) gasped and separated from their position at the voice. Stu looked at the two with a clear strained smile upon his face.

The girl's cheeks heated upon seeing Stu stand there leaning against one of the shelves filled with movies. His eyes were scanning her face looking for reactions. But she didn't give him any, he simply did not deserve the satisfaction of a simple glance from her. The memory of Casey’s diary was still burning in her consciousness, and it was so hard to overlook the male in front of her and everything he did during the summer behind her back.

To her, that strike to the back of his head simply wasn't enough. He needed to hurt like she was hurting at the current moment.

“Having a moment,” Randy confessed, rolling his eyes, “Something you clearly interrupted.”

Stu snapped his eyes towards his friend, “Oh really now?”

“Yes, now what do you want? Haven't you done enough today?”

Macher looked back at (Y/n) taking her in. She was currently pretending to look at the movie tapes on the cart finishing off the icecream cone in hand. It was a sight he rarely got to see anymore with her enjoying sweet treats-and here she was, only the dork beside him was the one who gave it to her in the first place. A bitter swell started at the bottom of his stomach. He should've been treating her out to ice cream—but that bitch Casey had to go and mess everything up.

Billy’s plan had backfired on him. He was supposed to be asking her to the party now, but how could he get over what he had just seen occur? They were about to fucking kiss from christ sake. His precious kissing someone he thought of being a good friend. Keyword , thought.

“Came over to ask you guys something about this afternoon, but you guys are now acting like me and Billy shot your dog.”

“Well maybe it's because our own friend has a murderer written across his forehead lollygagging in the horror section with two girls-while his girlfriend is freaking terrified of him.” Randy snorted.

A look of disbelief ran across Stus face, “What? It was just a misunderstanding. He didn't do anything.”

“You're such a little lap dog!” He retorted, “You really want to believe anything that comes out of that killer's mouth?”

“Oh-kay,” Stu mocked, waving his hands around.

“You know, I honestly don't think it's Billy. “Stu muttered watching how (Y/n) shifted back and forth on her feet. “You know, I think it's her dad. Why can't they find her pops, man?”

“Because he's probably dead. His body will come popping out in the last reel somewhere! eyes gouged out, fingers cut off, teeths knocked out! See, the police are always off track with this shit. Come on, man! Just like I told (N/n), if the police had watched PROM NIGHT they'd save time.” Randy huffed pushing the cart in another direction, “ There's a formula to it- a very simple one. Everybody’s a suspect!”

(Y/n) neared the two boys slowly taking in the crowd watching them overhearing the conversation., It was getting heated a little two fast for her liking. “Would you two keep it down...we're attracting unwanted attention.”

Randy nodded, cheeks a bit red before continuing-a lot softer this time, “I’m telling you, the dads a red herring. It's Billy. There's too many positions —the father, the principal, the town derelict..”

“Which is you.” Stu smiled.

Randy rolled his eyes, “The point is, while they're off investigating a dead end, Billy who has been written off as a suspect is busy planning his next hunting expedition.”

(Y/n) puffed out her cheeks thinking for a moment recalling the actions of the killer that night, the one memory that she couldn't shake was the bathroom incident. Billy had never made any moves on her before-it would add up to her. “It wouldn't make sense from my experience D…..in the bathroom..”

Meeks noticed the change of tone looking back over to the girl, “What do you mean?” He searched her face for a moment before the gears started to turn. “(Y/n)...is there something about the case you didn't tell the police?”

The girl bit her lip hard looking anywhere other than the boy's eyes for the moment. She could feel Stus eyes on her, just yesterday she told the boys about lying to the police about what the killer did to her. They're her childhood friends so it was a lot easier. But could she really tell Randy about what happened?

“(Y/n),” Randy whispered gently, “Did you lie-”

“Buzz off,” Stu stepped in between them, glaring at Randy slightly, “She obviously doesn't want to talk about it.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened slightly at Stu’s protection, she almost expected the male to throw her underneath the bus from how she was treating him. But here he was, stepping forward and telling Randy to let go of the possibility she lied to the police about what happened in the bathroom with the killer. A part of her was fearful of how Randy would look at her after-hell she was still concerned if Billy and Stu were being truthful with no judgment being tossed her way. Afterall, so many secrets have been brought to light the past few days. How much could she really take?

Randy stiffed slightly, shifting wide eyes back and forth between the two of them letting it sink in. The male felt a bit guilty from how his tone sounded a bit ago, he didn't mean to come off as judgy. He was only looking out for her best interest.

Meeks held up his hands, giving the best soft look he could muster in the girls direction, “Hey. No judgment here. If you weren't ready to say anything then dont. But I will say that we can't run away from something that can put a possible serial killer behind bars.”

“How do we know that you're not the killer?”

Randy’s body shook before turning around into Stu seeing Billy laying against one of the carts he was previously working on. Of course Billy was listening in on the conversation closely from afar and only decided now to jump in. Meeks had taken it too far by questioning his girl about that night. What right did he have to know? Afterall, Stu wouldn't want a trip down memory lane with the mistake he had made with her.

“Oh…, hi Billy.” Randy shifted uncomfortably. Even if the awkward boy showed to be uncomfortable, the two other males could tell he was still pissed at them from this morning.

“Maybe your movie freaked mind lost its reality button?” Billy suggested coily, “Huh? Huh, ever think of that?”

Randy laughed, shaking it off, “You're absolutely right. I'm the first to admit it! if this were a scary movie, I would be the prime suspect.”

Stu cocked his head to the side, curious, “What would be your motive?”

Randy looked behind Stu to (Y/n) again who was gently directing two girls to the other side of the store towards the rom-com or history section he couldn't tell. Maybe he would have nailed it on the head if he wasn't so distracted . Her jeans lowered on her waist a bit more, showing a bit of the black lace peeking out subtly. She finished the last of the sweet treat of a cone, giving a wave goodbye to the girls as they headed off in the direction. A slow smile etched its way onto his face.

“Its nineteen ninety five-motives are incidental,but,” He licked his lips as the girl pulled up her jeans-the lace disappearing underneath, “I promise my goal wouldn't have been to kill Sid, or Casey , or Steve-” He looked back at Stu and Billy whose eyes seemed to darken from the moment his eyes shifted over, “It would be to take revenge on whoever did her wrong.”

Stu suddenly became red in the face, forgetting where he was he was quick to step forward-.

“I'm Back! Is there something you guys really need?” (Y/n) chirped from behind.

Randy watched Stu’s expression carefully. The taller male taking a deep breath-rolling his shoulders back-exhaling then putting on his playboy award winning smile. To the average eye they wouldn't have noticed the pissed off expression a second ago, But Meeks saw it. And boy did he want to fucking run.

What the honest fuck was that?

Stu turned around to the girl, taking a movie tape from one of the shelves and messing with the spin to distract himself from the previous threat Randy had given him. “Well (N/n) in honor of school being let out early due to the killer on school grounds-”

“In honor-?”

“I'm throwing a good ole get together at my place this afternoon.” His eye twitched as her eyes shifted over to Randy instead of completely focusing on him. He would have to fix that later. Patience, Patience was the key right now. “I need two horror fanatics great at movies to set the mood….and you and Randy are perfect for the job.”

“What?” Randy squeaked.

Billy chuckled behind the boy amused with his fear, “What's the matter? Can't handle the thought of being around so many girls at once.” The male shifted his attention back over to (Y/n) hoping to get a rise out of her about Randy. She couldn't possibly think that Meeks was just the perfect one of the group. It was taking everything out of him to not simply throw it in her face that he liked Sidney first and simply moved on once Billy started dating her. He knew she couldn't handle it, that's why he refrained from saying anything about it, but the way her eyes shifted to in a familiar way he was too quick to catch-every bit of patience and sympathy started leaving him.

She was fucking jealous of the though of females around fucking Randy Meeks. When did they fucking miss this obstacle so clearly?

“He won't have to worry about that.” (Y/n) chirped lightly, she smiled at Randy placing her hands on her hips, “So what time are you picking me up?”

Randy blink, once twice, then cocked his head to the side, “What?”

She giggled, likening his nervous reaction, “What time are you picking me up? I need time to get ready, just give me an easement so I can get everything ready.”

Randy went to answer only for his left arm to be gripped tightly out of view. It honestly fucking hurt and would be likely to bruise from the overwhelming pressure and force. He knew why Billy was doing this, he wanted him to reject her. To let one of them drive her to Macher place instead. But unfortunately for Billy, Randy was sick and tired of their mind games and them getting whatever they wanted.

“Be ready by seven. I'll close up shop here and pick you up shortly after,” He smiled through the grip tightening, “Do I have to greet Miss Gia?”

“No, she'll be at work by then!” The boys watched as the girl gathered her backpack by the front counter before heading to the exit of the shop, “I'll see you at seven, don't be late! And don't forget the horror movie we discussed earlier!”

“Of course! I won't!”

With that the girl left out of the Blockbuster quickly and headed home.

Once he was sure the girl was fully down the block, Randy yanked his arm out of Billy’s hold.

“What the actual fuck is your problem?” Randy hissed, “Both of you?”

Billy simply rolled his eyes, cracking his neck, “I don't know what you're talking about?”

Randy rolled up his arm displaying the red mark that was most definitely doing to bruise his pale skin. He couldn't believe Loomis had that much strength within him to have a grip that tight on his arm. And what mental capacity gave that psychopath the green light to even place hands on him in a public place no less.

“You were trying to stop me from taking (Y/n) to the party,” Randy accused, “If you wanted her so badly you would've just just asked her out instead of going out with Sid-.”

The boy cut off once more being yanked forward by his sweatshirt and held still under a venomous glare. Billy smiled at him ruefully taking in the fearful expression as if he could eat it alive through everything he did. It was moments like this that he really revel in the power being feared could give.

Stu leaned on Randy's shoulder taking in the sight of his boyfriends dominance taking effect, hopefully this time Randy would finally get the message.

“Dont get so fucking cocky with me!” Billy spat, “We’re letting you have this one thing with her-but if you push it we won't be apologizing for what happens next.”

“Huh?” Randy shuddered, “I don't understand. You have Sid? What does it matter to me or (Y/n)?”

Stu scoffed, losing the goofy persona for a second, “It dosen’t fucking matter. It's more important that you listen carefully instead. You're picking her up from her house and bringing her to mine. No debtors, no longing glances, and most definitely no touching like whatever the fuck you were two were doing earlier.”

“We see or hear that any of that-things will get ugly. Do we make ourselves clear?” Billy snarled. The other male was slow to respond making Loomis shake him in place once more, “I said, ‘do we make ourselves clear?’”

“Yeah, Yeah, got it.” Randy uttered solemnly.

Billy smiled, smacking the boy on the face two times, pleased. “Good Kid.”

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mcondance · 5 months

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listen…hear me out…i’m imagining stu falling for a real sweet girl but this girl is like yuck i know your reputation playboy and since he’s obsessed with the chase he’s really gunning for it maybe even calling her as ghostface, getting her scared just so stu can swoop in and be like awh poor baby here i’ll keep you safe <3 big mean ghostface can’t get ya when im around

we should form a collaboration. (this got so long anon. i blame you. 17+) this idea has my brain turning like it gets him going so bad to scare you and then be able to come back and be your savior. it appeases the side of him that likes the chase, and the side of him that likes being in control. i think they’re both linked to his need for dominance and his sadistic nature so this is a win win for him.

you know him through sidney’s boyfriend billy, but you’ve never said more than a couple of words to each other outside of the friend group. aware of his reputation, your answer to his question is easy.

you tell him no, that you wouldn’t touch him with a 3-and-a-half foot pole. (he responds in typical stu fashion. he slaps a hand over his chest, expressing how hurt he is by your rejection, a knowing smile etching across his face.)

and so begins the chase. you turn him down over and over again, inviting sidney to the dates he asks you on, saying that the movie he wants to see with you just isn’t your taste— even if he knows he heard you talking to sid about how you wanted to see it just the week before, stupid little excuses to avoid everything he asks you.

he doesn’t mind. your rejections of his advances let him feel the way he does when he’s shrouded in that fearful black cloak, coming up with more and more ways to get you.

he keeps his distance— ghostface, that is. stu doesn’t want to scare you yet. with occasional phone calls that he directs to more people than just you, he lets you off easy, makes it seem like it’s just random.

but he’s getting a little anxious, and he’s always been impatient. he wants you.

billy and sidney are out of town for the weekend. and you’re terrified, more and more people close to you have been turning up dead. you resort to asking stu to stay with you for the weekend.

if he gets you to fuck him while he’s “protecting” you from ghostface? god he’d feel so good. he never forgets his alter ego, the slasher that terrifies your sleepy little town, but playing as your loving, caring little “friend” is fun too. he thinks you’re kinda stupid, to let him stay over at your house under the guise of keeping you safe.

you’d changed into your house clothes when you both got to your house, telling him not to touch anything while you were gone. when you came out he was in a t shirt and shorts, and he looked awfully good.

you’d let him have some of your snacks, throwing a bag of hot chips at him and perching on the other end of the living room sofa. you’d turned on some long ass video essay, and he actually found it sort of interesting, quizzing you on what certain stuff meant before you got tired and wanted to sleep.

he thinks, maybe you do have a thing for him. why else would you let a freak like him stay over? whatever the case may be, he’s here. in your pretty pink and white bedroom, he almost scoffs at the softness of it all.

“‘s cute.”

“yeah. i put blankets and shit on the couch. you sleep there.”

his lanky body barely fits on the small chair, but he knows he won’t be there too long, so he doesn’t complain.

the blanket you gave him smells like you, and he basks in it. your room is silent, for a while. in the darkness, your mind gets to you and you’re so scared even with stu right there.

“stu,” you whisper.

“yeah?”

“can you come sleep over here? i’m scared.”

there it is.

“yeah, ‘f course.” he feigns genuine sympathy, though you’re smarter than that and no matter how hard he tries, there’s always a sliver of depravity peeking through his words.

you scoot from the middle of your bed to the one side, lifting the covers up to let stu take the other side. too terrified to even get smart with him, you welcome him into your bed.

what a terrible mistake you’ve made.

in the light streaming through your windows, he looks gorgeous, blue eyes gazing softly at your worried expression.

“hey,” he starts, reaching out to rest his hand on your shoulder. you don’t shrink away. you’re frozen. “i got you. promise i’ll keep you safe.”

he’s full of shit. but it works.

“can you just. . just hold me. don’t make it weird.” you scoot closer to him.

“i won’t. come ‘ere.”

shifting, you move until your back is pressed to his front. he wraps his arms around you, cradling you and your fragile psyche in the palm of his hand.

“d’you think he’ll try and come for me?” you ask him.

“i dunno. but i promise i’ll do everything i can t’keep you safe.”

god, he impresses himself sometimes.

“thank you.” you whisper, the words stuck in your throat.

“no problem.” you can feel him looking at you, can see him out of the corner of your eye.

with his arms wrapped around you, all the feelings you’ve gained for him over the past weeks come to a head. he’s warm behind you, and he’s holding you just tight enough.

you twist around to where you can see him, and if you were standing your knees would have buckled from his gaze.

“if i let you kiss me, would you promise not to make it weird?”

“promise.”

“okay,” you breathe. and you kiss him.

what a terrible, terrible mistake you’ve made.

it all goes so fast from there. one kiss turns into many and you’re turning around so you can face him all the way.

he’s got you on your back and his hand down your shorts before you know it. his lithe fingers toy with you, his mouth swallows every single one of your sounds, his body provides you comfort, a distraction from the murderer desecrating your safe town.

you come for him. you make a mess on his fingers, the ones he knows are soaked with blood. he could almost shout from how elated he is to have you wrapped around his fingers.

over you he moves, pulled by his collar on top of you and to your lips again. he wants to be smug about it, to note the lack of 3-and-a-half feet between you two, but he doesn’t.

instead, he kisses you like a normal boy would kiss a girl he liked. instead, he professes his protection when you make him promise again.

instead, he kisses you through the stretch of him entering you. “‘s okay, you got it. doin’ so good.” he could blow his load now, at the sight of you in pain and pleasure, at the sound of your hisses and deep breathes.

he slides home. inches deep inside you and even farther in your mind, he fucks both. he’s done this before, fucked a girl in a show of devotion that she’ll fawn over, a false bridge of vulnerability that he inwardly laughs at. it brings him satisfaction he can only get one other way.

you feel safe. safe as he pushes his hips against yours, his cock kissing and sliding against every electric spot inside you. his hand is warm on your cheek, cupping your face and the other is firm on your hip. you whine with each rock into you, body tingling, ears prickling as he groans in your ear. sounds he’s only ever heard on the other end of the phone.

with slow, calculated moves he makes you come again, and god it feels good. in the back of your mind you’re embarrassed, cause all it took was being afraid for your life and stu got you where you know he wanted you.

but stu’s been in this situation enough times to know what comes next, and how to prevent it. it’s easy, kissing you before you have the chance to keep thinking and fucking you to another orgasm.

it happens again the next night. battered and paranoid, you’re being played into his arms and you don’t even know it. you’re embarrassed about it, but in your clouded mind it feels genuine. it feels like stu really cares. at first it didn’t, but now that he’s still coming around even after he got you in bed, maybe he does care.

sidney comes home and stu goes back to his and billy's place. you think you can calm down with sidney back and stu and billy coming over occasionally. you let stu stay the night in your room sometimes, and he gets what he wants from you again.

your neighbor's killed. what the fuck, when will this end? this time, stu comes over, and he stays. you can't sleep a night without him. you think you're being targeted. the only time you feel peace is when stu's fucking your mind away. you’re reliant on him. in his absence all you feel is fear.

the phone calls continue, and stu’s there to answer them, telling whoever’s on the other end to go fuck themself. again, he plays you into his arms. “don’t think about him. think about me.” he tells you, guiding your face from the phone beside your bed to his, and he lets you close the gap. he likes letting you make the first move. it fills him with pride at his psychotic deception, the way he’s turned you into exactly what you said you’d never be.

he thinks about sneaking out to don the cloak, showing up at your doorstep just to see the horror in your eyes. he resigns to dialing your number when you’re out, calling you and listening to your voice as you realize who’s on the other line. he follows you out sometimes and watches your paranoid moves, blood coursing hot through his body every time you look over your shoulder.

at your house, he comforts you when you crumple into his arms, suggests that maybe, you shouldn’t go anywhere without him. you accept.

god, what have you become. if you’re not full of stu then you’re full of terror, and he takes pleasure being the bearer of both of these things. you belong to him, your thoughts, your body, your feelings, it all belongs to him.

he loves to hear your go over his and billy’s crimes over and over again, lives for the disgust and fear in your voice when you recount the murders. he could probably get off to it, to your sad little words. and at night, he revels in being the only one that can make you feel okay.

you’ve become the perfect victim, and he didn’t even have to flash his knife. maybe he’ll keep you around.

#this was so hot #love u nonny #stu macher smut #stu matcher x reader #stu macher x you #stu macher x black!reader #stu macher x black reader #scream 1996 smut #scream smut #stu smut #[manipulative stu]

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ivanzplaid · 10 months

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okay a bit of an odd request but my way of flirting is oddly threatening like “i want to hallow out your chest and live in your rib cage :((“ to me it’s endearing 🙏 and i totally want to see slasher hc on how they’d react !! idc what slashers you use and you can be as silly as u want !! i think it’d be funny with Stu though ^^

hi!! dont sorry about odd requests, i love seeing everybodies ideas, and i love this!! im also so excited about me choosing the slashers so ill pick a variety🫶

slashers will includdeee; Baby Firefly, Otis Driftwood, RZ Michael Myers, Billy Lenz, Stu Matcher

Slashers x Gn! Reader | Odd Flirting

Warnings: Language, Fluff, mentions of murder

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Baby Firefly

oh she thinks its hilarious

you share a twisted sense of love? shes giggling at every sentence and comment you say, a hand hovering over her mouth to try to calm herself

she never thought if flirting like that before, but now that shes heard it shes as into it as you are

"You're too clever sweetheart! I woulda never thought of it like that, hm <3"

it started when you were helping her eith makeup for a show, she was bedazzled with a beautiful dress and a gorgeous amount of makeup over her already pretty face

you put on her lipstick and mindlessly let it slip, and before you know it shes smiling confused, asking uou to repeat what you said

she sees you laugh nervously before repeating it, and all she does is think about it before smiling, kissing your cheek to leave a red lipstick print, and then wants to come up with her own

she always likes to hear them, because not only is it sentimental and intimate to her, she loves to have somebody who acts or thinks a little like her, so maybe the more twisted / odder the flirting, she feels secure and that she understands you

will pout when she cant think of any, itll come with time

she wants to say some to you to see how you react, ahe loves i serving you when it happens and laughing, then hugging you

she claims her inspiration came from "her smart little doll"

a kiss after every comment is complimentary of course

"Aren't you just the cutest, I always learn the most with you!"

Otis Driftwood

"Fuck did you just say to me Darlin?"

takes the compliment very differently than baby, he thinks of it more of the gruesome manner than the romantic aspect, you may have to explain it to him

even after that he thinks its hilarious, did you come up with that yourself? fuckin genius

he says them back witty, but he loves to tease you about it, making them in snarky tones and drawn out phrases

he thinks of them a lot in his free time, analyzing them deeper than anybody else would think of it, because while he agrees theres a closeness to it, he wants to know why

will write down every one you say, for multiple reasons

your compliments give him ideas on his art, specifically the human-genre work of his, but when he thinks of you while carving and cutting hes never been more at peace

asks you about them at night so he can laugh while youre dozing off in his chest

most likely began when you two were awake late in the night because you couldnt sleep, and some rare sweet talk was going on before you said it

"Jesus honey, say that again?"

hes always amused when you speak, he treasures every sentence

"Sugar I need you to repeat that one, I didn't quite catch that,"

"Y'know, I thought that was what came out of that damn witty mouth of yours!"

RZ Michael Myers

he doesnt quite get it, but since he doesnt recieve compliments a lot, he doesnt think too much of it

he thinks of it along side his favor of killing, so in a way he can see the gorier side of it, and since he doesnt see anything wrong with that, he doesnt mind your flirting

he imagines what you said as hes on one of his sprees, he thinks your mind is excellent because hes never had as much fun without your ideas like that

he probably tries to think about the deeper meaning behind it, reflecting it in his art, and giving it to you to show his form of endearment

hes not really capable of reproducing flirtation it to you, since be doesnt have a good idea of it, but he has his own ways of loving you back

he'll tap you with his knife to get your attention when these start up, maybe tapping your heart lightly with the tip of it when you turn to look at him

will 100% hold you so youll stay in place, its his version if quality time, he grasps your side firmly and stares in silence, he thinks its endearing

guides you by the shoulders to take you somewhere

he has no opinion on your comments, but they do affect how he shows affection in some ways <3

Billy Lenz

possibly in the top 3 for king of twisted flirtatious comments, you went to the right man

he is EXCITED when you say it, hes definitely thought of flirting like that but has never been able to put it into words

"Billy likes this! Billy's pretty piggy is smart <3"

he will now use this 24/7, its his thing now, he thinks of comments youve never thought of before

whenever he sees and greets you, or wishes you goodnight, its always a "Billy wishes he could live in his special piggy," or "Heartbeats make Billy jealous, he should be there" he thinks its so intimate and smart

competitions come up with who can come up with more, its his favorite activity, he loves to test and play with you

new things to the relationship make him so happy, so this is oerfect

whenever you say these things to him, its like his hyperactivity shoots up

your sincerity is near and dear to his heart, he craves it now, he loves when you supply it

overall this only closens the relationship and makes him feel more comfortable, you inspire him and hes overjoyed, this is his pride and joy

"Billy loves his smart piggy!!"

Stu Matcher

normally he'd be the king of saying the most outrageous shit possible, he loves to catch people off guard and make you have to pause before you say anything

so when you say say something about how you wanna live in his ribcage, bro looks at you for a good minute with this face: 😲

"well you won that game babe, what did you say???"

he laughs hysterically while being confused, because you just outwitted him

"woahhh.. totally a creepy vibe, i love that!"

he likes to mess with billy and everybody else about it, crediting you as the 'founder' of it while shaking you by your shoulders

he likes to write down new ideas and recite them back to you, having eachother rate the newest ones you think of

if were being real, he probably takes some ideas from his killing onto these so they can be more intimate, hes a creative man who sees opportunity in every corner

because its in the gag-business, he deep dives and makes a fake analysis of 'what makes these compliments better than the rest' and presents it to you

everytime you say another one he does have to pause to think about it, hes a goofy little guy but these comments are more complicated so give the fella some time to realize what you said

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littlemelaninfics · 4 months

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Make Me

Warnings: pnp, pure smut, short asf

Stu pulled me up by my throat and I rested my left hand on his thigh, the other stroking his cock. He scooted more towards the edge of the couch and gave me a nice tap on my cheek,

“You gonna suck my cock like you know how or am I gonna have to remind you?”

“Mmm.”

Another tap. “That’s not answer.”

“Yes,” I choked out. He rolled his eyes and shoved my head down, taking all but two extra inches down my throat. He let out a grunt while he kept my head there,

“Open your throat. Open it,” he thrusted his hips up, his cock prodding at the wall of resistance. He yanked my head off and we went back to our original positions,

“Do it fucking right or I swear to God.”I took a risk,

“Make me.”

He was off the couch so fast and had me bent over the ottoman before I could properly register what was happening. His hand meat the back of my neck and he pushed me down while hiking my knees up on the stool.

Stu teased my clit with the head of his cock before making me feel every. single. inch. I moaned so loud that I’m sure the neighbors could hear. He let out a couple of grunts and moans before telling me how tight I am.

“Every time I shove my dick in this whore of a cunt, you squeeze me like you would die without me. Fuck.”

“Ohhh fuck, Stu. Please fuck me harder.” He grabbed into my hair and kept one hand on my hip. He started pulling me back into his his cock that I could feel him in my stomach. He could tell I was close because he bottomed out and flexed his cock inside of me.

“Fucking make me. Who the fuck do you think you are?”

“Ohhh God, I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“No, but you will be.”

#stu macher #stu matcher x reader #scream smut #stu macher smut #scream #scream 1996 #horror #horror smut #ghostface smut #ghostface x black!reader #ghostface #matthew lillard

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apocalypse-shuffle · 5 months

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“Birthdays” w/ STU•M & BILLY• L | GHOSTFACE(s)

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“You know, as I get older I understand more and more why so many adults just don’t celebrate their birthday. Like so much bad shit happens around my birthday once it comes around I’m just not…excited anymore.”

There’s a weighted breath of silence after that from the guys. Being literally on top of Billy - only one of your legs laid over Stu’s torso - you can feel the big exhale he lets out and when you look up at him the expression on his face is oddly tender.

His sure hands - resting over the dark skin of your naked hips - squeeze in something like reassurance—

—“Lame,” Stu cuts in from where he’s settled along Billy’s side.

Like being tugged by a string you and Billy simultaneously cut a look in the other’s direction. Except Billy looks like he’s seconds away from cuffing Stu in the head and you’re caught somewhere between being insulted and curious.

Forcing Billy’s free hand from where he was rearing it back, and pressing his arm back to his side, you turn to raise a brow in Stu’s direction.

“Why’s that?”

Sharply Stu sticks his tongue out at Billy before averting his attention to you, his expression softening.

Laying sideways on the bed he props his head up so he can look at you better from your slightly elevated position.

“I just think it’s a little stupid is all; defining the success of your birthday by other people’s standards and then dropping the whole idea when it doesn’t work out.”

He makes a sound that’s somewhere between a scoff and a snort, nose scrunching cutely, and you know that if he wasn’t actually making you think right now you’d’ve leant over to press a kiss to the tip.

“Like,” Stu continues, “you let somebody else who doesn’t even know you plan your birthday. Of course it’s gonna suck.”

You find yourself nodding along and underneath you Billy finally relaxes. You can still feel the way he rolls his eyes though and know what’s coming before he’s even inhaled.

“Wow Stu, didn’t know you had it in you to rub that many brain cells together.”

This time when one of you rears back a hand to dole out a cuff it lands.

Billy recoils from you with an over exaggerated “Ow!” The laughter in his voice doesn’t dissipate though, nor does he seriously dislodge you from your allotted position.

“It was a joke! I was joking!”

You talk over his verbal flailing with an exasperated huff. “Stop being such a dick.”

Beside you two, Stu giggles, nonplussed, and cuddles in closer.

“Yeah, you dick,” he tacks on, arm wrapping around your waist to give him better leverage to press his lips to yours.

Neither of you pay attention to the way Billy snipes back at you both, but when he’s finally finished bitching neither you nor Stu reject his advances either.

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NOTES: I'm growing close to aging yet another year and am having feelings, so here.

Hope you enjoyed!

btw: This shit is short but you can still leave a comment if you want. Idk.

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ebonyslasher · 9 months

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hey, I'm coming from ao3 andddd your work is seriously good! I want to request a poly!stu/billy/reader and its NSFW 😏😁

This was asked some time ago, I hope you'll be able to read and enjoy!

Stu, Billy, You

"When you bend over like that it makes me go crazy..."

"Stu, what the fuck ?" Billy, who was once bending over and was fixing something out of place, quickly straightens his form.

"Dude, don't act like you don't bend over for me anyway." Stu said, annoyed. Billy knows he likes being objectified.

Exasperated, Billy sighs and continues what he was doing. He wasn't in the mood for Stu's shenanigans. He just wants to reorganize his horror stuff.

There's a few minutes of silence before Stu speaks up again.

"You know what today is right?" Stu playfully inquires.

"What. Stu." Billy grits through his teeth.

"It's Stu Thursday!" Stu happily announced. Ah, Billy finally knew why he was acting so irritating all day.

Stu Thursday. It was the day that all three of you stupidly decided that there (A) must be a threesome and (B) Stu would be in control all day.

Oh fucckkkkk. Billy was high when he agreed to that right? Because why would he torture himself like that? He brings up his hand to his hair in frustration. He just wanted to re-organize his shit man.

"Yeah....Stu Thursday..." Billy blandly said.

"You know it bro!! Hey...Y/n is gonna be here soon. You could be more fun." Well, at least there was something Billy could actually be excited for. Your presence always lifted him up.

Billy tries to go back to organizing, but a knock on the door distracts him. Stu bounds across the room and Billy hears him yell,

"It's Y/nnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

"Heyyyyyyy!" You walk in the front door, hugging Stu tightly. Lifting you up, he swings you arounds before asking, " You know what today isss?"

"Stu Thursday!"

"Woo, that's my y/n! Glad you're excited unlike someone else."

Billy is perched against the doorway, watching the scene in front of him. Stu looks at him with cut eyes. He just turns away and goes back into the room.

You and Stu look at each other, prompting you to ask, "Shower and threesome time?"

"Hmmmm.....Let's get in onnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!"

Grown folks business under the cut!

A small, two bedroom house stands still in a beautifully dull neighborhood. It belongs to two exciting young men, who spend their energy on important activities: Killing and Fucking. The latter of which was, unfortunately, covered by curtains. No one could see the alluring scene that was occurring in the bedroom.

"Bend over in front of the edge of the bed." No one would believe that Stu could be commanding. But if it's something that he truly wants, he'll make sure to get it.

Standing wonderfully nude before him, You and Billy turn to face the bed. Lowering yourselves, face and chest rest on the bed. Legs begin to bend to make contact onto the carpeted floor.

"Oh ah ah!...Legs up. And use those hands to separate them cheeks."

Billy wanted so much to die and preen at the thought of doing that. You, on the other hand, were so eager. It was instantaneous how fast you raised those sexy legs and spread those fantastic brown cheeks open.

Billy was hesitant, he straightened up his legs, but didn't pull his ass apart. Stu notices and begins to encourage him.

"As much as I love seeing that plump, petite ass...Billy...you know you got a beautiful asshole. Show it off."

Billy relents, the sluttiness in his soul taking over. Stu was manipulating his desire to show his body off. And Billy was letting him. Taking his hands, he grabs the sides of his ass and pulls them apart.

"Damn, this is a fucking view! I can just watch you two just like this, Where's the popcorn!"

"Stu." "Stu."

"Okay okay, but what would make this better?...how about touching her pussy."

Billy changes his position to the side facing you, bending under your torso and still presenting his ass in the air. Gorged with blood, stood your brown and sexy clit. Billy starts to rub directly on it, surprised how wet you were already. The wetness starts to come down, hanging like a sparkling string between your legs. Billy wants to catch to taste it, but Stu interrupts.

"Let it drip."

Billy, complying, continues to play. Soft fingers glides down your inner and outer labia, just before hitting your urethra. One finger circles over it, making you gasp softly.

Stu, who's magically sitting in a char, is now masturbating. Rotating clockwise with his right hand, he teases his pink head. Pre-cum leaks, but it's not enough for him. Prepared, Stu picks up some water based lube. Going straight in, he squeezes the cold liquid onto the slit of his head. He loves how uncomfortable cold it is, and glides his other hand down his cream shaft.

2 minutes pass by before Stu gets antsy for more action. Quickly standing, he pulls a syringe out of his drawer. After some preperation, Stu gives Billy the syringe now full of lube.

"Prepare yourself while I dig in pretty y/n's guts, bro."

Billy circles his fluttering hole before he sticks the syringe into it. Laying on his side, with one leg in the air, he injects the very COLD-

"FUCK Stu, you coulda at least warmed it up first!!!" Billy yells, but it falls on busy ears. You were moaning up a storm while Stu was working your pussy in. Billy is continuously distracted by how erotic you are while he hurries to prepare himself. Watching your pleasure made him desperate for his own.

For some off reason, Stu pulls out, making you scoff in frustration. Stu pushing you onto the bed. His eyes held darkness in them. Guess he was really into his role.

"Say mustard if it's too much." Stu instructs quickly.

"Why mus- OH!"

You were flipped over and your juicy legs pushed up against your chest. That thick, long dick pushes into you again. His strokes were fast making you cream more. Billy decided to reach in between and rub your clit so nicely. The surprise attack had you sharply inhaling for a split second, making an awkward sound. But, it didn't matter. Your climax was coming so fast that you didn't get time to warn them.

Stu feels your contracting and pushes in, making your orgasm a tad more powerful.

"Ahhh gooooddd y/n!! Fucking love it when you cum like that!" Stu exclaims, watching you twitch in awe. He pulls out and turns to Billy.

"Your turn, bro."

"Do you have to call me bro, every time...?

"Okay, BILLY. Drop that ass on my dick then."

"Wait, I'm not-"

"Too bad!!"

Stu grabs Billy by his narrow hips and throws him onto the bed. While trying to get his bearings, Stu grabs him again, placing him on his lap. A little scared of Stu's enthusiasm, Billy lifts his right leg to bare his hole.

"Fuck yeah," Stu grabs his shaft, placing his head against his second prize of the night. He pushes past it, and Billy instantly tenses.

"Hey, look at me. Look at me. Billy, relax. Think about something else."

Taking his advice, Billy breathes slow and low. He starts thinking about doing his skin care routine as Stu deepens their connection.

Stu starts slow. After Billy feels adjusted properly, he gives Stu the okay. Then he starts his selfish pace.

"Fuckkkkk, Stu!" Billy winces and groans in a mix of pain and pleasure, like he likes it.

Relaxed, you observed the fucking with bedroom eyes. You loved watching those two fuck each other, it was the best aphrodisiac.

Billy breaths through his mouth, rushes of air hold a tune of moans along with it.

With Stu suddenly pushing into his prostate, Billy comes immediately. "Shit!" It was embarrassing how fast he climaxed, but he didn't care. The events leading up to it were too erotic for him not so cum so quick.

"Whew...damn bro. Your ass is fucking awesome. Get on the floor, on your knees. Both of you." Stu commands as he catches his breath. You both comply, albeit sluggishly.

"Mouths open and wide."

Stu stands above the both of you, beating his dick over your hungry mouths. "Make sure..fuck...just fucking catch it!!!"

He comes as you both get splattered with his sperm. He waves his dick back and forth, squeezing some of the last bits into both mouths.

"This was a damn good Stu Thursday."

#slasher x reader #black reader #billy loomis #stu matcher #stu x reader x billy #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x reader #grown folks business

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yoongis-black-grilfriend · 2 years

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Tragedy

Summary: You're getting ready for bed and are met with the surprise of two ghost faces in your room.

Warnings; Pentravtive sex, Oral (male) recieving, Fingering, Threesome?, CNC (kinda), Ghostface!Stu and Ghostface!Billy, Knife Play, Choking, Degradation, Picture Taking, noncon, dead dove, murder, DEATH, READER DEATH. This overall thing is just disrespectful so beware lmao.

Getting your skincare together you put a series of serums and creams on your face and you move on to your body with moisturizing yourself with white peach lotion finishing it off with your matching white peach perfume with a spray to your neck and wrist. You grab your pink robe and put it on making sure you tie it before going into your room.

As soon as you look into your room you gasp loudly when you are met with two people with ghostface masks before one of them comes up to you wrapping their palm on your mouth. “Make sure you stay quiet or all of this will be over in an instant” He said with an excited tone as you nodded looking in the eyes of the mask trying to see if you could recognize these men.

The man that has his hand on your mouth walks you to your bed and throws you on it causing one of your boobs to become exposed. You quickly try to cover it before the other man that was sitting on your bed slaps your hand. “Don’t try to cover up sweetheart”

His voice is deeper than his friends. His fingers are rough as he trails his index and middle finger on your thigh goosebumps arise in the wake of him trailing his fingers on your soft skin. Your breath gets harder when he moves his fingers towards the inside of your thigh. When he tries to move his fingers on your unclothed pussy you try to squeeze your legs together so he wouldn't have access to go further.

The other ghostface sees this and walks over to you slamming your legs open. You're exposed to two men that you are sure you haven't seen a day in your life. The one with the deeper voice circles his fingers on your clit before he pushes two fingers into your acing pussy causing you to tilt your head back with a moan.

“Fuck!” you exclaimed you didn't want to enjoy this but it felt so good his fingers were stretching you out in the most delicious way. “I knew you would enjoy this you fucking whore” the man said moving his fingers at a more rapid pace. “Yeah man, she really looks like she’s enjoying this,” the other one says with a laugh.

“I’m going to cum” you shout. The speed of his cold fingers get faster until you come undone with nothing but stars in your eyes. “We’re just getting started princess” you hear while someone unbuckles their pants. “Open your mouth slut” you obey opening your mouth. The goofy one (lmao) takes his cock out of his jeans and pushes it past your lips hissing at your tongue meeting his tip.

He wastes no time moving his hips at a fast pace. You choke around his cock when Mr.Serious cock inches inside of you slowly your eyes start to water tears are sliding down your cheeks. All you can see through your blurry vision was them, all you could see was them on top of you taking anything that they wanted in their black and white masks.

“I’m surprised by how tight you are, whores like you don’t deserve to have a good pussy like this” the man that was pounding into said through gritted teeth not holding himself back at all. The other man that was fucking your face shove your head all the way to his pelvic and held your head still while he useed you troat to get himself off letting a strings of “Fuck yeah” and “Oh my fuck” fall through his lips.

Suddenly a knife made an appearance on your skin and it was slowly reaching your stomach as you felt the heat on the bottom of your abdomen appear for the second time of the night. You see him on top of you moving the knife while he cock was hitting your cervix. Your head falls back and your back arches as you feel yourself start to shake from the orgasm that you are experiencing.

Soon after you get hit with cum in your mouth and cum feeling up your stomach at the same time as the men above you ride out their highs while groaning while the knife is still trailing on the bottom of your stomach. “I want you to beg for your life you useless whore” the man that was still inside you said with a strong wrath of anger in his tone.

Your heart started to beat faster and you were getting more terrified by the second. “Please let me go, I have already given you guys all you wanted!” You said pleading for your life, but your pleas fell on death ears.

“You haven’t given us all we wanted yet and princess” your head moves back and forth to both of them in confusion . “Exactly, do you know what we really want?” You shook your head because no answer came to mind.

“Your life” the man still inside of you said, plunging the knife he had trailing on your stomach into your abdomen immediately taking your breath away as your vision was getting darker and darker with the agonizing pain of your life being taken away.

The last thing you heard before you were welcomed by darkness was the click of a camera and two dark laughs that would haunt you in your afterlife.

A/n this one is lowkey scary but let me know if you like it 🤭

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kausstar · 1 year

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LETS VOTE CAUSE WE COULDN’T UNTIL THE 15 AMENDMENT WAS PASSED ! 😭😭. we: the blacks. yes, february is over but it ain’t over til i say BHM is over.

anyways, that’s not what i’m here for…

VISUALS JUST IN CASE YOU NEEDED SOME :)))

i don’t steal my ideas. don’t be so fucking stupid to do no shit like that cause i will beat you tf up.

#★ sneak peaks.#everybody who ain’t black don’t vote.#i’m playing you can.#just don’t do it too fast #don’t get too excited #i'm so 😭😭😭😭#joe goldberg x reader #kevin khatchadourian x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x black reader #toji x black reader #stu matcher x reader #tyler durden x reader #chishiya x reader #x reader #x black reader

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yandere-wishes · 4 months

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Ghostface (Billy Loomis and Stu Macher) taglist is now open. Let me know in the comments if you want to be tagged.

#black dividers #yandere #yandere x reader #yancore #yandere x you #ghostface #scream #scream 1 #yandere aesthetic #billy loomis #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x reader #stu macher

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ecliptiz · 11 months

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𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

𝗘𝗖𝗟𝗜𝗣𝗧𝗜𝗭 ▰▰▰▱▱▱ VOLUME ???

✩ ❛ KEEPER OF THE STARS ❜ ✩

ꜰʟᴜꜰꜰ: ✓ ᴀɴɢꜱᴛ: ✗ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ: ッ ᴇᴄᴛ: ⊗

*°:⋆ₓₒ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗚𝗥𝗢𝗨𝗣 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡(𝗦)

❛ MARAUDERS╰► PINTEREST BOARD’S ❜

*°:⋆ₓₒ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗦𝗧𝗢𝗥𝗬(𝗦)

❛ EUPHORIC FEELING 1 ❜ ✓ Part 2

— The Marauders are… utterly fascinated with the Slytherin Girl

𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗔𝗨𝗗𝗘𝗥𝗦 𝗘𝗥𝗔

✧༺༻∞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗝𝗮𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

❛ 𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗖𝗔𝗡𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗠𝗘? ❜ ✓

- James potter loves you, and has been chasing after you since first year (Bit rushed)

❛ 𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗘 ❜ ✓

- When Muggle!Reader takes the boys on a trip around her small town in her old beat up convertible

❛ EUPHORIC FEELING 1 ❜ ✓ Part 2

— The Marauders are… utterly fascinated with the Slytherin Girl

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗥𝗲𝗺𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗻

❛ 𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗘 ❜ ✓

- When Muggle!Reader takes the boys on a trip around her small town in her old beat up convertible

❛ 𝗟𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗠𝗢𝗢𝗡𝗦 ❜ ✗

- After the loss of your friend’s, you have to face the Moony Alone

❛ THE LONE MOMENTS ❜ ✓

- Small moments with Remus Lupin.

❛ EUPHORIC FEELING 1 ❜ ✓ Part 2 ✓

— The Marauders are… utterly fascinated with the Slytherin Girl

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗦𝗶𝗿𝗶𝘂𝘀 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸

❛ 𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗘 ❜ ✓

When Muggle!Reader takes the boys on a trip around her small town in her old beat up convertible

❛ EUPHORIC FEELING 1 ❜ ✓ Part 2

— The Marauders are… utterly fascinated with the Slytherin Girl

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗥𝗲𝗴𝘂𝗹𝘂𝘀 𝗕𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸

❛ 𝗥𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗜𝗦𝗖𝗘𝗡𝗧 𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗡 ❜ ✗ ッ

— He loves you, But you can’t love him.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘄

❛ 𝗢𝗟𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗩𝗘𝗥𝗧𝗜𝗕𝗟𝗘 ❜ ✓

- When Muggle!Reader takes the boys on a trip around her small town in her old beat up convertible

❛ EUPHORIC FEELING 1 ❜ ✓ Part 2

— The Marauders are… utterly fascinated with the Slytherin Girl

❛ 𝗪𝗛𝗬 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗪𝗘 𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗘 ❜ ⊗ ✓

— Sharing a book leads to a lot of things with the boy you thought you hated.

𝗛𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗬 𝗣𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗘𝗥𝗔

✧༺༻∞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗛𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗣𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗥𝗼𝗻 𝗪𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗚𝗲𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲 𝗪𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆

❛ 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘇-𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀 ❜ ✓

- Designing prank worthy things with your twins.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗙𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗪𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆

❛ 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗪𝗵𝗶𝘇-𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴𝘀 ❜ ✓

- Designing prank worthy things with your twins.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗣𝗲𝗿𝗰𝘆 𝗪𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲𝘆

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗡𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗯𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗻

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

𝗦𝗖𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗙𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗛𝗜𝗦𝗘

✧༺༻∞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗦𝘁𝘂 𝗠𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗿

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗟𝗼𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗘𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝗟𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝘆

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗢𝗠

✧༺༻∞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗝𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗡𝗲𝘁𝗲𝘆𝗮𝗺 𝗦𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗟𝗼’𝗮𝗸 𝗦𝘂𝗹𝗹𝘆

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗦𝗽𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗿 (𝗔𝘃𝗮𝘁𝗮𝗿)

❛ 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗪𝗔𝗬 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗜𝗖 ❜ ✓

- Spider teaches you about music

❛ 𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗗 ❜ ✓

- Spider finally feels loved

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗧𝗮𝘀𝗺! 𝗣𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗦𝗽𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲𝗿 𝗥𝗲𝗶𝗱

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗗𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗹 𝗟𝗮𝗥𝘂𝘀𝘀𝗼

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗝𝗼𝗵𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝗟𝗮𝘄𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗟𝗲𝗼𝗻 𝗞𝗲𝗻𝗻𝗲𝗱𝘆

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗘𝗱𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗡𝗮𝘀𝗵𝘁𝗼𝗻

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗜ñ𝗮𝗸𝗶 𝗚𝗼𝗱𝗼𝘆 (Characters)

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗝𝗼𝗲 𝗚𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗯𝗲𝗿𝗴

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗖𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗿𝗼𝗻 𝗙𝗿𝘆𝗲

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗙𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝘀 𝗕𝘂𝗲𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

THE QUARRY

✧༺༻∞

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗝𝗮𝗰𝗼𝗯 𝗖𝘂𝘀𝘁𝗼𝘀

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗡𝗶𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗙𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗗𝘆𝗹𝗮𝗻 𝗟𝗲𝗻𝗶𝘃𝘆

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗥𝘆𝗮𝗻 𝗘𝗿𝘇𝗮𝗵𝗹𝗲𝗿

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗠𝗮𝘅 𝗕𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗹𝘆

❛Hmm, nothing here…yet. ❜

𝗥𝗨𝗟𝗘𝗦

✧༺༻∞

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ 𝗧𝗮𝗴 𝗟𝗶𝘀𝘁

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ᡣ𐭩𝐼𝒩𝒯𝑅𝒪ᡣ𐭩

Hi I'm Star I'm black, Lesbian, and a shifter.

I have been shifting for 4 years and Minishifted 2x.

I go by any pronouns, And even tho l'm a lesbian I still write for men (It's in the eyes of my dr self)

If you're a non believer of shifting or an anti shifter you can A. Block me and keep it pushing or B. Ignore it, enjoy my writing and keep it pushing

I won't say my age for privacy reasons if you don't like that you can block me.

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I write for

IRLS

Lewis Hamilton

Austin Butler

Chris Sturniolo

DUNE

Feyd-Rautha

The Harpies

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu Macher

I may write Mk11, Mk1, tlb, Bottoms, and more but this is all I have rn

Credits to @kiyaedits and @fairytopea for the dividers

And credits to my twin @julesdesires for letting me copy her layout

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Red Licorice

Chapter Two: Death Calling

“You look so pretty in that dress (Y/n). Please do a little twirl for me.” - Ghostface

“Are you sure you don’t need more time to yourself at home?” Aunt Gia stood at the doorframe of the teens room watching the girl pack a duffel bag for the sleepover over at Sidney’s, “I understand your mourning in a different way, but I'm concerned with how fast you are going out and rushing the process. The funeral is being pushed back to Saturday and I think getting your emotions in order is a good idea.”

(Y/n) paused at the mention of the funeral, “Why is the funeral being pushed back? I thought they already approved the body to be transported to the funeral home?”

Gia sighed, “Mrs. Becker said something about them needing to examine her body some more. The officers are also searching and finding somethings in Casey and Steves rooms to see if there is any chance they may have crossed someone in order to be murdered.” Her aunt watched her face grow distraught for a moment letting a few tears slip loose before turning back to the duffel bag.

“She would want me to forget for a little bit,” The afro haired girl's voice was barely above a whisper, “Casey never wanted me to dwell on the negative for two long-“ She cut off her shoulders shaking slightly.

Yes it’s true that’s what her best friend would have wanted, but was it how she wanted to mourn her? The sleepover with Sidney and Tatum seemed to soon. They would never be replacements for Casey but she did really enjoy her time with her other friends. (Y/n) needed support and laughs right now, not to lose herself in her room on what could’ve been.

Her aunt let out a soft sigh, her eyes downcast as she looked at her niece. She was just worried-to much was going on in such a short amount of time-not to mention she still hasn't told her the news. That would have to wait a little while longer.

She promised her brother that she would take good care of her. Taking up many night shifts, providing the girl with endless amounts of food and movies to preoccupy herself at home to fill the silent void. They spent time together when they could on Saturdays, but she knew the girl missed being able to talk with someone each day.

So she’ll allow this sleepover for her niece to forget what’s going on for tonight.

“Your right I'm sorry, just pack what you need for the night and I'll drop you off,” Gia kneels before her niece placing a soft kiss on her forehead for good measure, “Just please be safe and make good decisions. There's a killer out there and you girls being at the house by yourselves puts my nerves on edge.”

(Y/n) gives her a reassuring smile, “Safety in numbers is what you taught me, I haven't forgotten.”

Her aunt smiled back before leaving out of the room to what sounded like the kitchen. Getting back to the duffle bag (Y/n) wanted to make sure she had a good option of movies packed along with her movie journal. She's watched the movies enough times to recite them simply by listening to the eerie background music. She only hoped Tatum wouldn’t find it bothersome-knowing she’d want to gossip.

The phone started to ring in the other room causing the girl to halt her task, “(Y/n)! One of your friends are on the phone!”

The girl frowned slightly, wondering why Sidney would call when they agreed on four o’clock being the meeting time. Hopefully something didn’t come up, she’d hate to go over Tatums with Dewey breathing down her neck.

The living room was spacious and comfortable, one of the girl’s favorite shows was on, with mellow colors filling the screen. The warm aroma of leftover rice and chicken seeped from the kitchen causing the girls shoulders to relax.

Walking past the deep brown couch she made her way towards her aunt standing with the phone, “Is it Sidney? Can I not come over?”

Gia shook her head with a teasing look on her face, “I wish. When you said you have ‘guy friends’ I was expecting that Randy boy-not Stuart little-“

(Y/n) quickly took the phone, covering the speaker, “Auntie!” Her cheeks were warm, heart thumping in fear. She didn’t want Stu to get any wrong idea about her, especially with how she felt for him in the past, “I got it from here.”

The older woman simply waved her hands in the air walking away, “I’m goin I’m goin.”

A chuckle emerged from the phone, causing the girl to smile, “whatcha need Mr Matcher?“

“Hey! You know it’s just Stu, (N/n),” Stu’s hoarse voice through (Y/n) for a loop, her heart racing and grip on the phone tightening. The boy sounded tired and strained like he just got done running a marathon. The girl won’t lie-it was attractive. “After all these years you gotta remember.”

“Yeah yeah, you know I'm just messin with ya,” She went back to her room with the phone and started planning out her outfit for school tomorrow. “But-uh-not to be rude or anything but is there a reason why you called?”

There was movement on the other end, a shout then his voice emerged once more, “Well precious, me and Billy boy got a couple of horror movies to try out this afternoon-and we were wondering if you would like to join us?”

The request caused the girl to pause for a moment, the request didn’t feel foreign just off. The last time she had a good horror movie night with just the two boys was over three years ago, before the status quo absorbed them causing them to slowly be on the back burner. (Y/n) missed those days when she'd go over Stu's house with Billy, the three would laugh and shout at the tv with the horrible scenes the directors could have easily fixed or made more interesting. It was one night where she told them her dream of being a horror film director, their reactions were a lot different from the girls-they gave her full support from the get go. Billy even asked if she wanted his dads old camera to practice shots, she turned it down even though he insisted.

“Earth to (Y/n)! You shouldn’t leave a man hanging here in suspense!”

“A-ah sorry Stu! It’s just…we haven’t done one of those nights for god knows how long,” she paused looking at a cute cropped juicy couture t-shirt before grabbing one of her dad’s flannels to match, “Forgive me for feeling a bit nostalgic.”

Stu lost his teasing tone, a softer one emerging, “I’m sorry precious, it has been a long time since.” The girl was too focused on how calming the voice was to acknowledge the nickname, “If you come over I promise we’ll make it worth your while! We’ll even get your favorite popcorn!”

A sad frown set on the girl's face, she didn’t want to turn her friends down but she already made plans tonight. She remembered what Sidney said about no boys, so a quick lie wouldn’t hurt. She would just reschedule, “My aunt unfortunately wants me to stay home tonight due to what happened in order to process….y-you know-“

“You don’t have to explain I understand-“

“No! I still want to do the movie night with you guys! I-is there anyway we could do it tomorrow?” (Y/n) heard whispers on the other end making her stomach do flips, “or if your busy tomorrow that’s fine we can find another day-“

“Tomorrow is fine. We’ll see you then.” It was Billy this time. His tone was abnormally short with her, almost if he was angry with her. And just like that the line went dead, causing the girl's stomach to drop.

‘How rude.’

☿

The two women pull up to the two story country home, the one where (Y/n) constantly dreamed of having in the future after stardom. It was a good acre of land, not to mention it seemed more private away from civilization-one thing she desired the most.

She thought about it often around tenth grade-maybe it was the teenage hormones catching up to her but she constantly thought about having a husband entrepreneur at the house with the kids; She would come home find her husband head laid on the back of the couch, her two sons laid on either side a horror movie playing on the screen in the background, the killers victims screaming bloody murder.

To whom might say it was a weird scene she desired to see one day-she found it euphoric. Sometimes she'd randomly talk about with Casey, she told her how she would envision her as the rich aunt soiling her nephews with gifts before they went shopping for their homes. Their husbands would play with the kids in the yard as they cooked dinner, talking about all they've achieved the past few months, maybe even some of their sexcapades. If there's one thing she's looking forward to the crazy amounts of sex she would be getting from her husband-a very far thought from the wholesome ones she had before.

Sidney came out of the house in time to see the two women roll to a stop in front of the residence. The brunette smiled at the sight of her best friend getting out of the car with her bag, heading to the front door waving good-bye to her aunt. The girl felt a weight lifted off her shoulders, after all the stress at school with the murmurs about the murder of her classmates she got to hang out with the girl she enjoyed hanging out with the most. Of course she wouldn't admit that to Tatum though.

“Hey! You brought the movies?” Even though the two of them hadn't mentioned movies through Sid's invitation, (Y/n) always had horror movies on deck when sleeping over someone's house, “Let me guess The Exorcist? Halloween-,”

The girl shook her head, curls bouncing, “Nope Friday the 13th! I felt like ogling Jason as he murders the camp counselors,” The two made their way inside the house (Y/n) sitting the bag down in the living room as she took off her shoes , “I also brought some candy if you want some!”

Sidney made a face, “Don't tell me it's some of that nasty red licorice you be eating,”

(Y/n) slowly put the bag of candies away a pout moved on her lips, “Well if you want to be rude you don't have to have any,” this caused the brunet to laugh, laying out on the couch flipping on the news channel.

“The entire nation was shocked today by the teen murders in North Carolina-”

Switch.

“The state Bureau of Investigation has joined forces with the local authorities to help catch what the Governor has called the most heinous-”

Switch again.

Sidney froze along with (Y/n) as Gale weathers appeared on the screen. Her teeth were shiny as ever, ready to twist her words for her fans, “This is not the first time the small town of Bayboro has endured such tragedy. Only a year ago, Mauren Prescott, wife and mother, was found raped and murdered…” The screen was soon filled with a black and white snapshot of a beautiful woman-Sid completely switched off the TV, her mouth growing dry from the familiar image of her mother engrained in her mind.

(Y/n) saw the girl discomfort before walking over and bringing her into a long hug on the sofa. She knew it had been over a year since Mrs. Prescott's death, she had heard the rumors although Sidney testified and she couldn't help but believe the accused rather than Sidney's view. The killer easily could have been a jealous wife or possibly another lover that got tired of her cheating, it was more logical to think that way.

“Do you wanna watch something else other than horror movies? I have some rom-com movies that Tatum likes-”

“No,” Sidney shook her head turning to her friend, “I invited you over so you could have a nice day from everything going on. Let's just get comfortable and pop the movie in.”

(Y/n) creased her brows in concern, “What about Tatum?”

Sidney got up and headed to the stairs gesturing for her to follow, “She has practice this afternoon, she'll join us in an hour. Enough time to get the first movie out the way before she starts complaining.”

“Mind if I take a shower first?”

“Yeah sure, it's next to my room , I have some towels in the closet next to it,” Sidney directed her to the bathroom, making sure the girl had everything she needed before going to the kitchen to prepare some popcorn.

In the shower (Y/n) made sure to take a long shower, using her scrubs, oils and even her favorite perfume before putting on the silk nightie that her friends adored. Today she was wearing black with white lace straps and trim. She thought it'd be a good idea to cheer up her friends and feel a bit normal with their routine as seniors. It was time to branch out and have fun. Strutting down the stairs (Y/n) got to the bottom to see Sidney on the couch popcorn on the table as she looked through the stack of movies she brought over.

“Oh your back I was thinking we could watch-,” The brunette's words cut off as she stared at the girl grabbing the pack of red licorice out of the bag placed on the table. Now Sidney knew (Y/n) was attractive underneath her baggy clothes she's seen her like this before, but without Casey or Tatum around she started to grow nervous. “I-I was thinking we could watch ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’ after ‘Friday the 13th’ since it's only six right now.”

(Y/n) sat down close to Sidney, a smile on her lips, “Nightmare on Elm Street is the movie I usually fall asleep to, are you trying to tell me to rest while the night is young?”

Sidney laughed, “A little nap wouldn't hurt before Tatum arrives. You wanna watch the movie first?” The girl's voice hitch as the brown skinned girl snuggled up next to her, a smile of content on her face.

“Sure, I could go for a nap.”

The two girls placed the movie on and sure enough (Y/n) fell asleep within minutes, surprisingly Sidney didn’t. She was so focused on the girl laying on her chest and the peaceful feeling that came with it.

‘I wonder if Casey had moments like this with her.’ Sidney wouldn't be surprised if she did, just envious.

Billy never gave her this feeling nor Tatum-but she oddly wasn't complaining. Looking down at the girl on her chest she was able to take in more of her features, from her plump soft lips to her thick supple thighs barely covered with the dress.

The brunette smiled before the phone rang next to her, breaking through the movie being played on the screen. Sidney answered it with a huf, “Hello?”

“Practice ran late. I'm on my way,” Tatum's voice rang through the phone.

Sidney looked at the clock on the nightstand, “Its past seven, (Y/n) took a nap waiting,” She turned back to the screen watching as another victim was killed, “You need to be careful, remember-”

“Don't worry. Casey and Steve didn't bite the dust till way after ten.”

The brunette scrunched her face as she felt (Y/n) stir, “I'm not worried.”

“Good ‘cause I wanted to swing by BlockBuster and get us a video. I was thinkin’ Tom Cruise in ‘All The Right Moves’. You know if you pause it just right you can see his penis.” Sidney rolled her eyes at her best friend's antics, moving slightly to adjust (Y/n) in her original position. This only caused the girl to stir once more, her eyes opening slowly.

“Whatever, just hurry.”

“Bye ~” The phone line went dead with a simple click from Sidney.

“Was that Tatum?” (Y/n) yawned rubbing the sleep from her eyes, “I thought practice ended at six?”

Sidney huffed giggling slightly at the girls cute display, “Practice ran late she's coming tho-”

The brunette was cut off with another ring of the phone, the two girl looked at each other for a moment before Sidney answered it once more, “Tatum whatever it is it's fine just hurry up-”

“Hello, Sidney.” A husky voice spoke over the phone. (Y/n) overheard the man's voice and sat up straight, pulling from her friend's warmth.

“Hi, who is this?” Sidney greeted back slowly.

“You tell me.” Was all the man responded with. This left the two girls puzzled for a moment, they simply couldn't place the voice of the male-it was too distorted.

The brunette shrugged, slowly sitting up before snatching some popcorn from (Y/n)’s hands. The girl playfully glared in response, “I have no idea.”

“Scary night, isn't it? With the murders and all, its light right out of the horror movies or something,” At this (Y/n) practically laughed into the phone, her smile infectious.

“Come on D, I know it's you!” (Y/n) felt her heart hammer in her chest in thought of Randy trying to mess with Sidney instead of her, “Are you calling from at work or something? I’m sleeping over at Sids and Tatums on her way over.”

It was silent for a moment before the voice returned, “(Y/n), I hadn't expected you to be there,” It caused the girl to snicker a bit along with Sidney shaking her head, at this point the brunette turned on the lights of her house illuminating the space. The horror movie rolled its credits in the background with a slasher theme. “What’s your favorite movie, precious?”

The brown skinned girl faulted a bit, her skin growing warm with the nickname her alleged friend called her by, “Geeze Ran your voice is sexy when you talk like that. All you need to do is invite me to watch a Japanese horror film and I'm all yours.”

Sidney turned to the girl, her jaw dropping in surprise, never had she seen (Y/n) so bold with flirting-especially not to Randy. Sure the two were inseparable at times but flirting and speaking intimate wasn't what she was expecting. Sid swore Tatum wasn't going to believe it, not their two nerds finally making a move.

The male's voice quickened over the phone, making the girls neither regions pulsed slightly, she didn't want to think that way of Randy to think he was doing something perverted-perhaps he was simply shocked with her flirtation. So instead he decided to repeat the question , “What's your favorite scary movie?”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes playfully, “Randy we've been over this several times and you've heard me rant about my favorite,” The girl walked over towards the window, the yard at Sidny’s house looks beautiful from the angel brightened by the night sky. “Besides you know who is my favorite killer, the one that gets me goin’”

The voice hummed, “Oh really? Who is it?”

“It's Micheal, remember? Because of his rough upbringing?” Her lips pouted out to Sidney showing her disappointment that Randy didn't remember, “I can't believe you forgot-we had an hour conversation about it.” Her stomach hurt and twisted in turn she decided to hand the phone over to Sidney, the girl sending her a sympathetic look.

“Really Randy? What do want-”

“Are you two in the house alone?” Sidney rolled her eyes as she watched (Y/n) come back over towards the phone with a bag of licorice.

“That is so unoriginal. You disappoint me Randy.”

“Maybe that's because I'm not Randy.” The two girls paused looking at each other for a moment, one confused and the others eyes laced with fear. (Y/n) shook her head and Sidney tried to reach for the phone but the brunette simply walked away with it leaving the brown skinned girl to grab the remote and turn off the TV.

“So who are you?” Sidnety questioned.

“Sid! What are you doing?” (Y/n) hissed at the brunette, “Stop talking to the stranger!” The girl has watched too many scary movies to know how this goes, Sidney needs to hang up the phone and lock down the house and call the police.

“The question isn't who am i? But, where am I?” The voice responded.

It kicked the girl's survival instincts into overdrive, (Y/n) rushed to the kitchen grabbing a chef's knife and started locking down the windows. Sidney follows her, completely baffled with the girl's reaction, “So where are you-?”

“Sid stop-”

“Your front porch,” The voice informed, if she didn't know any better there was a smirk in his tone.

‘This is some white people shit.’

Sidney moves to the window pulling back the drapes, “Why would you be calling me from my front porch?”

“To see where your mind is of course!” (Y/n) moved to grab the drapes from Sidney, her frustration rising, “Sidney we’re literally in the middle of a killer possibly wanting to kill us-”

“You look so pretty in that dress (Y/n),” The voice basically purred into the phone, sending chills down the girl's spine, “Please do a little twirl for me.”

The brown skinned girl let out a frightful scream in response, Sidney standing still as the words sunk in as to what the voice over the phone had said. Either they were truly outside or Randy was taking this prank too far.

Fed up with the antics with the voice over the phone, Sidney took it upon herself to open the door heading out on the front porch, “Sidney, what the fuck are you doing?!” The brunette ignored her friend's desperation, looking around across the yard in the dead of night with so little light she had.

“Where are you-you fucking creep?!”

“Right here.”

Sidney looked around the yard again concentrating on the shrubs, “Can you see me-?”

“Sidney, for all that is holy get the fuck back in the house!”

Once again she ignored her, “Can you see what I'm doing?” Sidney stuck her finger up her nose, obviously trying to prove a point. A moment went by with no response from the voice over the phone sending the girls nerves on edge. She turned back to (Y/n) a reassuring smile on her face, “Nice try, Randy. Tell Tatum to hurry. Bye now-”

“You hang up, you’ll die just like your mother!” The two girls froze in place, (Y/n) grabbing onto Sidney to pull her back into the house but the girl wouldn't move. The brunette was completely speechless, “Do you want to die, Sidney? Your mother didn’t.”

Having enough of the bullshit (Y/n) snatched the phone away, “Screw you mother fucker!” hanging up the phone (Y/n) dashes back into the house with Sidney, bolting down the door when she hears a sudden creak behind her-then a full on thud.

A scream rippled through the back of her throat as a masked ghost of man came barreling out of the hallway closet. A quick swipe of the knife was avoided as Sidney kicked the killer in the side, (Y/n) desperately trying to unlock the door. It was all for not as the brunette pushed her away with the man getting up for another round. Their only option at this point was to get the best of him or die, it was a horrible way to die when she thought about it.

Gripping the knife tightly (Y/n) rushed towards the attacker full storm and jabs the knife down leading the male to let out a guttural scream. Sidney took this opportunity to knock him back again, turning back towards the door and unlocking the bottom pulling open-only for the chain lock to get in the way.

“Shit!” The brunette cursed.

The killer got back up with an angry yell, launching himself at Sidney once more only for her to doge and grab her best friend-running up the stairs. (Y/n) took the initiative to split up, knife still in hand she hid in the bathroom as she watched her best friend board herself up in the bedroom. If her hunch was correct, Sidney would contact the authorities on her computer. She could hear the loud thumping of footsteps up the stairs causing her to hold her breath moving backwards.

A sharp sound echoed in the bathroom to cause the thumping to stop on the stairs, (Y/n) cursed quickly turning behind her to find the dropped item, before quickly making her way into the tub, drawing the curtain back quickly just as she heard the creaking of the door. Placing a hand over her mouth she tried to control her breathing to match the steps of her killer. With each thump she couldn't help but think of her best friend; ‘Did she hide like she did?’ ‘Did she live up to the cliche of hiding in a closet only to be pulled out and gutted open as she held onto the phone?’. The steps stopped in front of the tub, leading her to hold her breath in a big gulp, closing her eyes as she felt the curtains draw back a bit, the bathroom was dark, the curtain doing her justice against the far corner away from the door.

However luck wasn't on her side, the curtain was drawn back abruptly causing her eyes to widen considerably before she felt the cool feel of the knife against her neck. The white ghost masked man stared back at her, simply cocking his head to the side without uttering a word.

A simple command; get out.

So as any hostage would do with a weapon aimed at them, she obeyed, slowly holding her hands up and stepping out of the tub as he slowly backed up. The knife had been left in the tub as well. But what happened next is what ran her blood cold, he closed the door.

(Y/n) felt her breathing become uneven as she couldn't see the killer at all in the bathroom, only a tall dark silhouette of a shadow looming over her, daring her to make the wrong move. Asking her to make a mistake so she could be skinned alive. But she wasn't dumb, she knew not to anger the killer further, especially after she got done stabbing him. Sure, she was positive the cut was deep into his shoulder, but it wasn't guaranteed that she couldn't take him down by herself.

A hand gripped the side of her hip, shoving her against the sink with a gasp. The killer closed in on her-his breaths were heavy and deep; it possibly could have been from his wounds or frustration. At the moment it didn't matter as the girl shook in fear, a faint outline of white filled her vision before closing her eyes with a whimper as she felt the killer's body against hers.

(Y/n) froze when she felt the hand travel from her hip to her thighs-playing with the silk fabric along the way before slipping underneath. The hands were bare, the leather gloves gone; soft and smooth with calluses on what seemed to be his fourth finger and lower palm. He played with the hem of her lace panties taking a deep breath before removing his hands underneath her nightie, placing his hand on her face instead stroking the tears of fear away.

Alarm bells rang in her head as she came to the conclusion as to what he possibly wanted, “N-No please don't…” the hand seemed to pause for a moment before she felt a quick slow grind of the hips against hers, what drew her attention was the large protruding length against her thighs. He was excited, and was happy to show her how riled up he was. Never had she been so close to a male like this before, and most definitely has she ever felt them up close and personal.

“Please let us go,” She tried to reason with him once more, “I won’t tell anyone what happened here! Please just don’t hurt me…,” it was pathetic begging like this-trying to stroke the male's ego enough to possibly let her walk away.

‘All killers love to hear this pity party before swiping the blade down. We know better.’

But she couldn’t help but beg for her life.

All she received was a cock of the head, before she heard another scream in the other room. It was Sidney, she seemed to be talking to someone else, hopefully an officer or police. The only issue was that she was in her with the killer-the door closed-the man would decide whether she lived or died.

The male seemed to look over towards the door before putting his attention back to her. She felt something cool against her thigh before a sharp flame erupted through her entire being. She opened her mouth in an anguished scream only for her mouth to be covered abruptly, with her struggling against him. The masked man gripped her hip harder keeping her in place against the skink as he moved the knife up her thigh to underneath her skirt, teasing the panties slightly before cutting through. The soft silk fabric falling from her legs to the floor, the cool air hit her sensitive areas causing a slight arousal sensation to build; it was dangerous. She bucked and shifted her body against his only causing him groan before shoving her against the door face first.

Wet tears graced her face in terror ;was this man really going to have his way with her before he got arrested. It seemed plausible until the killer strolled forward, bending down in the tub and retrieving the other knife; following up to look at the panties near the sink, deciding to collect them as well. He gave her ass an abrupt smack before guiding her back over towards the tub, pointed down; a command to sit. She did as told in pain, she could feel the blood dripping down her leg as she looked up at her attacker who seemed to be sparing her.

She simply cocked her head to the side, confusion and frustration filling her features, “Why?” Her voice was small and scared, “Why didn’t you kill me?” He had every right to, she was going to tell the police everything that transpired, and there was even a possible chance he would be caught due to her description of him.

But the killer said nothing, simply opened the door and exited. There were sirens within a few minutes that could be heard along with loud footsteps heading up the stairs. But (Y/n) was too scared to tell them we’re she was, scared of the fact the killer hadn’t murdered her, only proceeded to feel her up and hint his true motivations towards her.

The way he spoke over the phone to the way he gently brushed her thighs-.

(Y/n) sobbed, wanting to rip the silk nightie off of her. She felt so dirty, she should’ve been ashamed of what had transpired but she couldn’t stop thinking of his bare hands.

A few footsteps came to a halt in front of the bathroom door before a faint knock could be heard, “(Y/n) is that you?” It was a female officer, one that she had never heard of before. She tried to answer back but only a soft wimped emerged from her lips causing this female to enter.

“Oh god,” the officer was brown skinned with straight hair, eyes almond and crows feet on the ends most likely from stress, “She’s in here! Get a med kit immediately!”

It seemed like a blur, the paramedics tried everything to get the girl to speak even as they treated the deep cut on her leg. It didn’t even process the pain inflicted as she was stitched up. All she could do was stare at the sink she was pushed towards to be touched against. She didn't allow any men to touch her, moving away each time they tried to stitch up the wound, it was convenient a female was present-and she was a lot gentler than the large men trying to grab at her.

Eventually she was guided to the ambulance quietly, only coming to a gilt when she heard the desperate voice of her friend. Sidney ran over, tears welled in her eyes before embracing the Afro haired girl in a tight hug, “Oh my god….oh my god I’m so sorry.”

The girl didn’t respond, only holding her back in response, desperate for another’s touch other than the masked ghost of a killer.

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Dewy sat back in his chair looking at the pink leather bound diary in shock. This information was either a huge lead or a very damaging revelation on who Casey Becker truly was-as well as her true feelings towards her classmates and friends. From what they learned in the diary many of the ex boyfriends, cheerleaders, and close friends were high suspects.

Especially (Y/n) (L/n).

The cop knew there was a high chance the girl was innocent, he was there watching her reaction as she was hung over the trash can mourning her friend. The frustrated expression on her face with the lack of suspects as well as her questioning in concerns of what she could do to help or simply aid in the funeral.

However, Casey didn’t see (Y/n) as a friend. She saw her as a potential lover. Lesbians weren’t uncommon in Woodsburror, but the Becker girl came from Christian parents. It was bad enough there were several instances of talking about the times she slept with boys in her school, but to top off the dreams she had of (L/n)? They were dreams any teenage girl would have of their future and to acknowledge that she was no longer here hit hard.

The man wished he didn’t read those entries, they were really personal. Around august the girl really got deep with her feelings in concerns of her friend, almost a revelation. It seemed like she was finally accepting her feelings, planning on how she was going to reveal and live with it, knowing she didn't like men no matter how much she tried to. He was more surprised with the entries on his little sister Tatum, the things the two both did weren't right, but hey he never would've guessed a frenemy relationship with the two.

Oh God. He was going to need a bulletproof vest.

If or when this reaches the news, a bomb was going to drop, and whether they were ready for it didn’t matter.

Officer Willy stormed into the room in a panic, “Riley! We got another situation on our hands!”

Dewey sat up in his chair alarmed, “What happened?!”

“We just received a message from Sidney Prescott's computer, the killer has struck again!”

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