PLEASE WRITE ABOUT HIM, I'M BEGGING YOU!

"You always were too smart..."

"...for your own good."

Scream 1996

Yandere! Billy Loomis X F!Reader

Synopsis: The Woodsboro massacre was a case that had been announced to be closed as soon as it was opened. The answer was obvious, right? There were two witnesses after all. Mr Prescott snapped, killed a bunch of kids, then shot himself in the head as a result of the nearing anniversary of his wife's death—two of your close friends confirmed it. Why, then, did you feel the need to meddle? Why couldn't you just mind your own goddamn business?!

Warnings: Mentions of death, Gore, Manipulation, Threat/Violence

"It just doesn't make any sense!"

None of it did. The witnesses, the evidence, the murders—it was just too big of a headache to deal with.

You didn't know why you were still doing it; still looking into this case even in the depths of midnight. It was closed, the chief said so himself—your two best friends were there, they saw what happened and recalled the events as such, their stories had even been perfectly aligned...

...almost too perfectly.

It was dumb—and you were probably being paranoid but—nothing felt right. If this was all Sidney's dad's doing then... why kill Casey Becker and Steve Orth? What did they have to do with him? You would've understood if they had attended Stu's party and were just caught in the crossfire but that wasn't the case, they were killed before the massacre—days before, in fact. Why? Why target them?

And—why would a murderer, who made sure all of his victims were dead, stab both Billy and Stu just perfectly so that he missed their vitals and didn't dig deep enough for them to actually be able to die of blood loss?—or, at least, not for a long while. Wouldn't he want to also make sure they were dead before offing himself?

The weapon too—why the hell did you only find a gun at the scene of the crime when there was evidence of a knife being used as well? If he didn't care enough to dispose of the gun he used to kill himself and others, why dispose of the knife?

None of it added up. None of it was making any sense.

"Fuck!"

Frustration coursed through you, crawling through your skin to visibly cause the bulging of your veins and urge your brows down further than ever before. The deep bags under your eyes weren't doing you any wonders either.

You were struggling and it showed.

Papers sat haphazardly strewn across the desk in front of you, each one depicting different inked up versions of the crime scene—from the body of Tatum Riley hanging by the driveway door, to the very gun that brought about the end of the accused 'murderer' himself. To the normal civilian, it would be hard to stomach—to you, it was just another Tuesday.

Except, this Tuesday seemed to really want to bash your head in.

With another aggravated huff through your lips, your hand shot out to the messy pile before sifting through it, trying to find something—anything—that would satisfy this god-awful itch in the back of your mind.

Then—a creak.

Your eyes shot up, muscles tensing as you scanned the shadows leaking through the corners of the room for the cause of the noise. One hand kept hovering above the sheets and the other slowly inched towards the drawer beneath you, fingers steadily winding around the knob before—

"Kid, what are you doing here?"

The flick of a switch came with the familiar voice that asked you that question; a voice that instantly caused your optics to widen and your back to suddenly go from lax to rigid as you clumsily fumbled around in your seat. "Sheriff!"

He grunted, voice gruff as he continued, "It's almost one, you have school tomorrow, why the hell are you still here?"

You parted your lips—ready to respond—when he squinted and scanned the desk, opening his own mouth to speak again before you could.

"Are those all from the casefile of the Woodsboro Massacre? Kid, that case is solved. It's done. The hell are you doing still in the station this late with those files?"

Your lips tugged down as your gaze trailed his own. "It just... it doesn't feel right, chief."

When he didn't respond, you chose to keep going.

"I mean, why would he kill his own daughter? I was close with Sid, I knew her and I knew how much her dad adored her—"

"That's the thing with psychos, Y/N, they—"

"He isn't just a psycho though!" That came out unnecessarily loud, and the chief seemed to think so too with the way his brow rose pointedly as soon as the words fell out, "Sorry, I... this case has been killing me all night. It just... it doesn't line up. If he really did snap, why target Casey Becker and Steve Orth days before the anniversary of his wife's death? Why specifically them? And why leave Billy and Stu with non-lethal wounds before killing himself?

"I know I should be grateful that they're still alive considering they're my best friends and all..." you continued, tone solemn, "and I am! I really am! I just... I can't help but find this all too strange."

And as you hung your head down, your ears soon perked up to the sound of several more creaks slowly growing louder as they made their way over to your seated form. 

Then, a warmth blanketed your shoulder, causing your head to tilt up and your eyes to meet with a pair that seemed to slowly soften the longer you spent looking at them.

"Look, kid, you're a genius. That's why you work at this station. That's what you worked hard to prove to everyone here. Every cop in this town respects you—including me. If you say you think something's up with this case, then I believe you."

Your eyes lit up.

"Just... promise me you won't stay up this late investigating it. You can come down to the station as soon as school is over tomorrow but let me give you a ride home today."

You could do nothing but nod vigorously, too elated to form words as of that current moment. The nodding was enough though, and soon, you found yourself situated in the chief's car, buildings passing by in a flurry of colours as he drove over the bumps of the rocky road beneath you, gaze focused ahead.

With the incessant chatter of the radio echoing in the background, you almost couldn't hear your own thoughts. But, they were there. And they were just as unyielding in their fight for your attention.

Your skin crawled at the thought of Billy's expression if he ever found out about your doubt in his eye-witness account. Stu could brush it off easily but Billy... he was troubled, to say the least. He had a lot going on and you were one of the only people he trusted enough to share it all with; so to hear that you found him suspicious in any way would... well, it would crush him.

But, justice was justice. You pursued being a detective because it needed someone to deliver it with an iron fist. If that meant having to doubt the words of someone close to you then so be it. You worked so hard to get to where you were, you would be sure to honour it wholeheartedly.

"Here we are, kid." You blinked, turning to the officer beside you. "Get some rest, alright? See you tomorrow."

With a nod, you stepped out of the vehicle, and it didn't move an inch until you made it inside the house—staying there for a couple more seconds after the door closed before the wheels turned again as he started off once more.

And you didn't know if it was just because he was gone—his presence always being able to make you feel so much more safe than you did on a daily basis—but... a sudden chill ran down your spine, pricking your skin with a feeling you couldn't quite place your finger on but an unsettling one nonetheless.

You didn't quite get enough sleep that night.

But then again, when did you ever? Perhaps your paranoia was at an all time high because of insomnia—but, you digressed.

Besides, it was a new day and you had just arrived at school. You should focus—

—that was a lot easier said than done, though. Almost mindlessly staring into your open locker, you let your thoughts drift to the nefarious case for the umpteenth time. 

Stop it, Y/N. Save it for the station.

With a sigh, you slammed the door shut and almost jumped when you caught view of what seemed to suddenly appear by your side.

There, stood one of the very boys your mind couldn't seem to hold off on thinking about recently—leaning against the locker with his defined arms crossed over his chest and his parted bangs falling over his face to frame it perfectly, basically forcing you to notice the way his lips were slightly twitched up as he gazed back at you.

"Billy," you whispered.

"Y/N," he responded, lips twitching up just a bit more, "I was wondering if you wanted to come over later? Watch a movie with me? I was gonna watch with Stu but then his family had that last minute trip thing."

Instantly, you were brought back to your conversation with the chief yesterday and your gaze drifted off to the side as you spoke—albeit a bit hesitantly—"I don't know... I should really get down to the station..."

He frowned at that, one arm unfolding to reach for your own, landing on your bicep before his fingertips slowly trailed down, ghosting over the exposed skin to send tingles down your spine as his palm finally found yours, fingers interweaving not too long after.

"C'mon, you spend so much time at the station now—it's like you're more hung up on this case than me. I barely ever get to see you. I miss my favourite girl."

That was true. Not the part about him barely seeing you (well, that was true too but—), the part about you being more hung up on the case than him—and he was actually there in person. It had only been a few days but Billy and Stu had seemed to move on just fine—which was strange considering the fact that, y'know, both of their girlfriends were dead.

Maybe, if you said yes, you'd be able to ask some specific questions to Billy; see if he was hiding any details from you.

"Okay," slowly, you nodded, "Yeah, sure, I'll come over."

At that, his lids fell halfway down his eyes before he purred out—voice borderline seductive—"Perfect."

To any girl who was none the wiser, that would send pleasant shivers down their spine—the shivers running down your spine, though, were anything but pleasant.

The rest of the school day breezed by and all you could find yourself thinking about was the case and Billy—he was practically living rent-free in your head. Even as he showed up at your last class—leaning against the wall in that way that just screamed Billy Loomis—you found yourself too stuck in your thoughts about him to be able to pay attention to the real him.

And he noticed.

"Y/N? You good?"

You blinked, tilting your head to his form as he walked beside you, the light breeze blowing slightly against his beautiful brown locks. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He frowned, reaching the hand that had been brushing against your own this whole time further towards you before asking, "You sure?"

Lightly, and as subtly as you could, you pulled your hand away. "Yeah, I'm sure."

He tilted his head down towards where your hands would've met and you watched as his lips pulled taut, expression almost appearing... blank as he stared at the empty space before his gaze flitted back up and he stuffed his hands into his pockets, muttering out a gruff 'okay' as he did so.

The rest of the walk to his house was silent—the wind and mindless chatter of other teenagers being the only thing your ears could pick up on.

And as you made it to his door, your heart constricted a little—thoughts wandering back to the look on his face after you rejected his seek for touch. Billy wasn't usually a physical person, at least, not with anyone but you and his now-dead girlfriend.

Though, even with Sid, his touch seemed a little more tense and uncertain than with you. You noticed the way he barely hesitated to hold you; the way he almost seemed relieved when he did finally get to feel you—be it against him or just your presence in the room. 

If you didn't know any better, you'd say he had a crush on you. But he had a girlfriend already—one he asked out, no less—so that couldn't be the case. The only explanation was that he really valued you as a friend. And that thought pricked you so much more than it should've.

Perhaps... perhaps you were being too paranoid with your thinking. The case was done. Over. You should just lay it to rest before you ended up really hurting one of your best friends.

Yeah... yeah. You'd do just that. You were going to enjoy this day with Billy. No more getting caught up in cases that were already solved. Nope. It was time to be there for your best friend.

With that thought in mind, you reached out your hand, slowly intertwining your fingers with the tall boy's own as he opened the doors of his home—pausing for a moment to glance back at you with wide eyes before his lips stretched up more than you had ever seen before and he tugged on your arm.

It was the littlest of force but it was sudden enough to send you tumbling into his chest as his arms engulfed you wholy; entirely. You could practically feel that familiar sense of relief radiating off his form and you couldn't help the laugh that echoed off yours.

"God, I missed you," he mumbled into your hair and a small, gentle smile graced your lips.

"I missed you too."

You stood there for a few more moments, basking in each others presence for just a little longer before you decided to pull away—albeit being met with a little resistance from Billy's end but, you were eventually successful.

"Alright, c'mon, you big sap, let's go in and watch your favourite scary movie." 

He grinned at that, instantly moving to grab your hand again as he led you to his room—rushing through the clear, monotone halls before he arrived at his wooden door and opened it with a wide swing of his arm. 

Soon, you found yourself seated on his bed, feat kicking back and forth as you awaited his presence. He had gone to go retrieve the VHS containing his movie from the ground floor so it was just you sat in the confines of the room riddled to the brim with horror posters from all sorts of media.

For a jock, he sure was a nerd.

One particular thing stood out to you, though—a small, rectangular bit of paper clipped to a string. It illustrated a smaller version of both yourself and Billy, stood beside each other with large grins on your faces—carefree and bright in their nature; loving and tender.

He still had that?

Unable to stop yourself, you moved to get a closer look—

—only to almost stumble when your foot caught the edge of something that certainly wasn't the ground.

A box—dull and beaten up. It was made up purely of cardboard which definitely wasn't doing it any wonders when it came to durability, that was for sure. The brown colour was quite unsightly to look at and the way some parts seemed almost... maroon was strange, to say the least.

Ever the investigator, you almost couldn't help the way your fingers naturally curved around the lid, slowly lifting the rough material up before shifting it to the side just in time to catch a familiar mask staring right back at you.

Mouth opened wide in an endless scream as soulless black eyes glared into your form—the sharp silver of a cutting blade coated in crimson laying beside it. It was almost too much to process at once.

And as you picked up the leather notepad sat beneath the dark robe under the mask, the gears slowly started turning in your head.

Flicking through the pages only further solidified your conclusion.

That mask belonged to Ghostface. That knife laying next to it was coated in blood. Unless there was some other murder that happened between now and the massacre, this was definitely the missing evidence from the crime scene. 

And it was all in Billy Loomis' room.

You had an inkling, but this... this was on a whole other level.

The notebook detailed different ways to rid yourself of evidence when committing a murder, each one being linked back to a particular horror movie—even going as far as to have quotes obsessively scribbled near them with timestamps and everything. It was insane.

But, by far, the craziest thing was that Billy—your Billy—committed all of this. And if Billy was in on it, then so was Stu.

They both had murdered your whole friendship group that night.

Your fingers shook as you slowly stood up, legs barely able to hold your weight with how weak that realisation rendered you. It was like a bucket of ice cold water had been splashed onto you, drenching you from head to toe with the cruelty of the world.

Then—a click.

Slowly, you turned, book slipping from between your fingers as your eyes landed on the figure at the doorway.

Instantly, your hands shot up.

Billy stood there—expression blank as his eyes seemed almost... lifeless—with one hand raised and fingers wrapped around a black L-shaped object.

Your muscles grew tense. "Billy..."

"Stu's a fucking idiot," scoffed he, "I told him to burn all that stuff but he insisted we keep it as some sort of memento mori—something to remember our success with."

He took a step forward. You took a step back.

"But let's be honest, Y/N, you would've found out eventually, right?" As he spoke, your gaze stayed trained onto the gun, watching as he flailed it around—pupils shaking and hysteria slowly but surely clouding his eyes. "You always were too smart for your own good."

Your heart was beating ten miles a minute, practically playing drums in your ears with how it loud it was as you continued to back away. "Billy, put the gun down."

"Y'know, Stu wanted to kill you... but I said no. Wanna know why?" He was now grinning from ear-to-ear. "'Cause I love you. I always have. Even as I was fucking that stupid whore Sidney that night, all I could think of was you."

You were running out of room to move back to. "Billy..."

"There! I confessed!" He suddenly rose his volume, and you winced a little. "Isn't that what you want?! A confession?! There's your fucking confession, Y/N!"

Getting kind of sick of all the ignoring, you spat back, "You know damn well that isn't the type of confession I want!"

"Well, maybe if your hadn't been such a snooping whore I wouldn't have to give you it!" 

Here. There. Everywhere. He kept pointing that thing around so carelessly while his finger stayed hovering over the trigger, just one jerk away from a misfire; one jerk away from your possible end.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I promise."

"Billy! Be careful with that damn thing!"

A slam.

"You know, Y/N, I wouldn't even have to use this if you minded your own goddamn business!"

Your back hit the wall, and the barrel was now pointing directly. at. you.

"So pretty for me," he whispered, voice having mellowed out so suddenly—so dementedly—you almost couldn't believe your ears as he closed in on you, practically pressing his body right up against yours, "My pretty girl."

The barrel of the gun was directly under your chin now, being used to tilt your head and lock your gaze with his own, crazed one.

"Such a clever girl, aren't you, dollface?" His praises came out steadily, voice low and husky as he continued to coo, "My clever little detective."

And as the world went black around you, you caught one more voice enter the room.

"Took ya long enough."

“Successful people are not gifted. They just work hard, then succeed on purpose.”

— G.K. Nielson

hii i saw ur account in the amber x reader tag, could u do amber’s love language w her s/o?

Thank you for requesting sweet! I hope you enjoy it ^^

❝Amber's love language❞

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★ physical touch: Amber and you thrive on physical affection. Whether it's holding hands, cuddling on the couch, or stealing sweet kisses, physical touch is a vital part of expressing your love for each other. Your bodies naturally gravitate towards each other, and the warmth of Amber's touch instantly makes you feel secure and loved;

★ words of affirmation: both Amber and you value words of affirmation as a way to express your love. You often find yourselves exchanging heartfelt compliments, praising each other's strengths, and reminding one another of your deep affection. From "I love you" to detailed appreciations and encouragements;

★ quality time: quality time is the foundation of your relationship. You both cherish the moments spent together, immersing yourselves in each other's company. Whether it's going on romantic dates, watching movies together, or simply enjoying each other's presence, you find solace and joy in the shared experiences that deepen your bond;

★ surprise gestures: Amber understands your love language and often surprises you with gestures that speak directly to it. It could be a gentle caress when passing by, a loving note tucked into your bag, or a heartfelt text message in the middle of the day. These small acts of affection make you feel seen and loved in a way that's unique to you;

★ intimate closeness: whether you're curled up together on the couch, snuggling in bed, or dancing cheek to cheek, you find solace and deep connection in the closeness of your bodies. Physical touch is a powerful language for you both, and the warmth and intimacy it brings nurtures your bond and strengthens your love;

★ sensory experiences: Amber loves finding ways to indulge your love language through sensory experiences. Whether it's giving you a gentle massage, cooking a delicious meal together, or planning a surprise picnic, she knows how to create environments that stimulate your senses and enhance your connection.

anything with dom!reader & sub!tara pls 🥺🥺 (g!p if it's possible)

❝Ardent❞

TW: porn content, mature, +18 Be part of the tag list and posting schedule - TAG LIST E SCHEDULE ★ This is my first time writing something mature/pornographic, so please, bear with me.

You watched intently as Tara knelt in front of you, her doe-like gaze was defiant and carried the simple promise of resistance. A sinuous smile snaked across her lips, as if it were the secret key to an unfathomable enigma, a hint of knowledge shared only between them. You knew that she, like a butterfly thirsty for nectar, craved a challenge. With a simple gesture of your hand, you made her stand up and move closer, each step more hesitant as she came closer to your control

Sliding his fingers with the delicacy of a feather over Tara's skin, he seemed to conduct a symphony of secret longings. Each caress was a note, a whispered promise of submission that echoed like a forbidden melody in her senses. Tara felt as if she were being guided by a desire as deep as the mysteries of life and death, shuddering under his control, her sharp gaze slowly yielding. Tilting your head with determination, as if you were a conqueror approaching your most desired prize, you captured Tara's lips in an ardent and possessive kiss. Each meeting of your lips was like the fusion of two elements, an incendiary chemistry that enveloped you. Savoring the sensation of power that flowed between them, as if it were the very essence of life, she plunged deeply into the kiss, as if she were unlocking the secrets of the universe with every touch of her tongue and deepening into that abyss of shared passion.

Tara moaned, any remnants of her resistance disappearing completely as you guided her effortlessly, exploring every inch of her body with skillful, precise touches. Each union of your mouths and touches was like the fusion of two souls on fire, an intense dance that consumed them. Savoring the taste of the power that flowed between them, as if it were an elixir from the gods. The atmosphere in the room seemed charged with electricity, as if the invisible threads of desire were stretched to the limit. Reader, with eyes sparkling with determination, was determined to lead them to the point of no return, like a fearless explorer venturing into the unknown. His aim was to explore the limits of Tara's submission, like a curious alchemist mixing forbidden ingredients. It had been a long time since Tara had felt such an intense connection and desire, such a great need to give herself completely, to surrender completely to another person and never again have to worry about someone controlling her. She felt her restraint disappearing, and she knew that no one but Leitor would be able to stop her control from disintegrating when she finally broke free.

Your tongue slid sensuously over Tara's lower lip, coaxing her to open up to you. She moaned softly and opened her mouth wider. This is what you wanted. The moment you were alone, you would take Tara, make love to her, make her yours and show everyone. So you licked her tender lips, taking advantage of the fact that you were apart, nibbling and nibbling on her lips, before pulling away slightly, letting Tara know that you wanted to come into her mouth, that she had to obey you if you wanted this to go any further. And Tara really wanted this to go ahead, desperately wanting to show him that she loved him, that there had never been any doubt about that. Tara's arms encircled her and squeezed her neck as she pressed herself against his body, seeking the intimate contact needed to deepen their connection.

She reached down and groped your ass, her thumb stroking lightly through your pants, as she tugged playfully on your hair, trying desperately to pull you deeper into her mouth. You smiled mischievously at her attempt, knowing full well that it only encouraged her to continue with greater ferocity. You shifted the kiss slightly to one side, sucking on her lower lip until she let out a sigh. You pulled away and looked deep into her dark brown eyes and whispered, "Tell me you belong to me." Tara nodded wordlessly, tears streaming from behind her long, curved lashes.

"Good girl. I want you to know how much your obedience means to me," you purred seductively, using your gift with skill and delicacy, caressing every inch of Tara's skin with a touch that conveyed a desire for obedience. She moaned softly under his control.

Pushing her backwards until her legs hit the bed behind her, his fingers trailed down her thighs, leaving a tingling trail as he slowly opened her jeans. Her panties joined those already discarded somewhere under the bed. No matter. She wouldn't be leaving until the morning anyway. Removing her tight tank top, along with her lacy bra, he pulled out his cell phone and took a quick picture of her exposed bare breasts, then quickly put it away, turning to kiss her belly. A low grunt escaped your throat as you nibbled on her navel and tasted her sweetness and then the sweet juice that coated your fingers when you slipped them inside her pussy. She shuddered at your touch, her muscles tightening. You continued to tease and stroke her slowly until she was panting and begging, needing to break free of her own torment and the pressure that was growing inside her. With his fingers still sliding over her swollen clitoris and sending shocks of sensation to every nerve ending, he stared hungrily at her face as he began to kiss her. He kissed her deeply and passionately as he slipped his fingers inside her, filling her with the first hint of pleasure they had experienced since... well, ever, really. It wasn't long before you were moaning in ecstasy again as Tara rubbed her thumbs over your hardened nipples through your blouse. You moaned loudly, reaching between your bodies and grasping her breasts tightly, your thumbs lightly touching the nipple, you were in control and she needed to know it. She moaned softly again, arching her back against you and moving her hips against the palm of your hand. Your fingers pumped inside her rapidly, driving her wild with desire.

When she climaxed, her teeth clenched and she screamed, her orgasm so strong that Tara clung to her shoulders. Her climax was followed by a wave of euphoria, so strong and intense that it almost knocked her over. You lay on your side, feeling as if you were floating above the earth, as if you were somehow connected to everyone and everything that existed, to everything and anything that might come your way. Reciting words of love and affection, you both fell asleep like puppies in a pile of duvets.

You were woken by the sound of a door closing. You frowned, confused, wondering who it could be. It wasn't that late, the sun was barely on the horizon, and there was no one who should be awake at this hour either. "Shh, don't wake up," said a low voice, "It's still early, let's go to sleep."

Ah, she was, the symphony in the form of a person, and the personification of a Greek goddess, his wife, his soul mate, body and soul.

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DARK PARADISE

tags — fem!reader・ s2 spoilers ・angst/comfort・english is not my first language・not proofread

a/n — hope this isn’t too ooc

THE DORMITORY IS UNNATURALLY QUIET, the silence thick like smog. you duck under the lowest bunk, into the wide crawl space pressed against the wall. the metal frames above loom like a cage, thin black lines slicing the dim light into fragments.

that’s where you find him.

nam-gyu is slouched against the wall, knees bent and head tilted forward just enough to hide most of his face. in his trembling hand is that ridiculous oversized cross pendant-slash-pill box thanos always wore. crimson streaks his face, flaking and dark. it’s not his blood.

his eyes are somewhere else, glazed, empty, distant. not like he’s deep in thought but rather like there’s nothing at all. it’s unnerving. you’ve never liked him much—the two of you clash like oil and water—he needles, you snap, and it’s been that way from the start but seeing him like this sends a small twist of discomfort in your gut. you tell yourself it’s just the circumstances.

you lower yourself to the floor beside him, back against the wall, knees hugged to your chest. it reminds you of being a kid again. hiding under a play structure during hide-and-seek, knees scraped from climbing the wrong way up the slide. but instead of the buzz of laughter and muffled counting in the distance, there’s just silence here.

you tell yourself you’ll leave soon.

you don’t even know why you’re here.

your hand hovers over his knee before you place it there lightly, like an afterthought. just to… do something. you don’t even know why you’re bothering—comfort isn’t exactly something nam-gyu would ever offer you, and he’s the last person you’d expect to need it.

his gaze flickers down to your hand for a brief second, the first sign of life you’ve seen from him since you found him. but then, just as quickly, it’s gone, his eyes falling back to the ground.

neither of you say anything. you tilt your head back, staring at the the metal beams above. the black frames crisscrossing like a cage.

this was a mistake, you think.

you’re half-expecting him to lash out—to shove your hand away, call you a fucking bitch, like he’s done a dozen times before.

you don’t even like him. so why are you here?

his hand moves, and you brace yourself, ready for the blow. but it doesn’t come.

his hand grabs yours instead. it’s sudden, his fingers locking around yours with startling force. desperate. unrelenting. the same way he’s gripping that cross in his other hand.

you glance at nam-gyu’s face. it doesn’t change. still blank and bloodied, still staring at the ground like he’s trying to burn a hole through it. it unnerves you, the unfamiliarity. it’s like he’s been gutted.

he sighs. a shallow, shaky sound that barely escapes his lips. he closes his eyes and presses his forehead against his drawn knees, hiding himself away.

you don’t pull your hand back. instead, you squeeze it, just enough to let him know you’re still there.

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aaaaa eu sigo você a um tempinho porquê vc apareceu nas sugestões e eu li algumas coisas suas e nem cogitei na ideia de vc ver bradileira(o) também 😭😭😭😭 amei saber disso!! </3

Ahh, eu amo que brasileiro está em todo lugar kkkk

Aliás eu AMO a tua escrita, provavelmente uma das minhas favoritas é tão tão boa.E eu amei encontrar um/a brasileiro/a que também escreve terror ^^

killer

pairing: amber freeman x fem reader

summary: reader is held at gunpoint once amber finds out that reader knows her big secret. (inspired by nate pulling the gun on maddy scene in euphoria because that is A CLASSICCC angst scene and one of my favorites in media)

warnings: gun, dark!toxic!amber, amber is being manipulative, amber not being a good girlfriend, emotional abuse, physical abuse, amber pulling a gun on reader, reader is crying, traumatized reader

it’s not like you wanted this to happen, same can say for amber. you didn’t mean to trip over the ghostface box that had her costume and knife in it, it was accidentally sticking out of the bed. you never seen the box before and opened it out of curiosity. this was all a big mistake, amber tried to keep it a secret from you as much as possible. at some point, this was going to happen… some secrets cant stay hidden forever.

the two of you began to get into a heated argument, you felt the need to run away because you know you can’t DATE a serial killer, it’s morally wrong to do that. your friends, family, and everyone around you would hate you if they knew the truth. as you begin to try to run to get to the doorframe in amber’s room to escape, you felt a very familiar pale-skinned hand grab your wrist, yanking you cause you to fall back a little. “not so fast.”

once you turn around and want to open your mouth to protest amber to let you go and leave you alone, you see something black and shiny is pulled out of her back pocket… it’s a gun. you can feel a chilling spine crawl all over your body, your hairs on your body are standing up while you look at her with widened, scared eyes. “i love you, i love you, i love you.” you say rapidly, as you try to calm her down and pray that will help her put the gun away so she doesn’t kill you. you hear a small yet sinister chuckle escape her mouth as she looks at you with an evil smile. she knows you’re saying this out of fear to escape the moment, not because you actually love her, she’s not stupid. mindy tells her about all of the time about manipulation tactics from the victims side in abusive relationships in movies, plus amber has seen way too many horror movies to see how this plays out in abusive relationships or how people beg for mercy when a serial killer is about to end their lives.

she puts the gun to hip of your body and she seems to lead you to her bed, as you start to frantically look at her, unable to read her blank expression. “you’re…. scaring me… put the gun down…” you say, biting your lip to prevent your lips from trembling for a bit. she still had a blank expression, her eyes never blinked and looked deeply into your soul. you hated when she would sometimes do this in an argument, when she would purposely show no emotion so you couldn’t understand her or predict her next move. your girlfriend tilted her head to the side and smirked…, “good, that’s the point.” is all that comes out of her mouth. the gun is still adjusted to your hip, her hand is sitting on your thigh as she gently sighs looking into your watering eyes.

“now you know i… love you right, baby? you know i know you a lot better than everyone else around you, just like you know me better than anyone else around me.” she whispers, as she rubs your thighs lovingly, you can feel your whole body tense as it begins to shake. she begins to look down at the locket necklace she has on her neck, she opens it and stares at the happy picture of you two… moments before disaster… she starts to sigh again. you start to stare at her, once again, before you shake your head agreeing with her. “now… let’s see if your words match your actions.” she says, as she leans above you and presses the barrel of the gun towards your head, the muzzle pressing more into your forehead skin. “stop, stop, amber…. please stop, i won’t tell anyone, i won’t go to the police… just let me go and we can talk about this!” you yell to her as you start panicking as you move backwards, as you feel your back pressing into the bedsheets. the words don’t do anything to her, as her figure is officially above you now with the gun still against your forehead.

“shut up!” she got loud and angry for a second before her facial expression returned to normal, “just… quiet down, princess. i don’t want anyone hearing us, (your name), do i make myself clear?” she spoke, sternly with a serious look in her eyes as you nodded. she didnt like the fact that you got loud, worried about the fact if anyone in the neighborhood can hear you from the window. speaking of the window, she got up and closed the blinds so no one could see the scene. she walks back over to you, hovering above you like she was before with the gun pressed against your forehead again.

“hm….” she hums softly, looking at your saddened and shaking figure, you start whimpering, more and more as tears spill out of your eyes. “back to what you said earlier about talking things out, i like this way of talking more, straight to the point and simple.” she says, as her other hand caresses your face softly. you flinch from her touch and look away to the side, this causes her to get mad and grab your face roughly. “you say you won’t go to the police right? you say you love me, right, despite me being a killer? swear on it.” she says in a scary and upset tone, as she is breathing heavily on you.

you start to get quiet and as she starts talking to you, too scared to answer. “answer me!” your girlfriend grabs you by your shoulders and shakes you, causing you to sniffle and hold back your tears. all you did was stare at the girl you love, trying to open your mouth but all that came out was choked sobs. this was another one of amber’s tests… she truly needed to see if you loved her, she wanted to know was what you had was real with her. first, she asked you would you still love her even if she was the killer one time you guys hung out…. you did say yes because you know how her humor is and didn’t take her seriously… but now you’re stuck in this… disaster. “yes, i won’t tell anyone, please! i love you too much to do that to you, baby, i won’t tell anyone, please just believe me!” you scream back at her, freaking out and you just wait for her to put the gun down.

she stares at you, still feeling unsatisfied with your performance, she nudges the gun into your forehead. “fucking swear on it!” the raven haired girl yelled, her voice was laced with fury and her eyes got larger. when you stared into her eyes, you weren’t dealing with amber freeman, you were dealing with ghostface. this is not the girl you ended up in love with, the same girl you smile, kiss, hold hands, laugh, cuddle, have sex with, have movie marathons with. this is not the same girl that cuddled and protected you through all of the ghostface murders just for her to be the one responsible for it. this is a whole other person.

“i swear! i swear!” you yelled at her. this is finally what was able to satisfy her, she finally smiles now that she got what it is that she wanted. you can feel the weight on the bed shift as she gets off you, giving you a bit of space. she walks to you, she begins to rub your shoulder as she gives you quick reassurance. you start to flinch from her touch, your body is curled up in a ball. “hey, sweetheart, it was just a joke. there’s no bullets in the gun, see?” amber says, holding the gun up to show you the inside of the barrel. that makes the situation even ten times worse than it already was. she sees all of this as some bullshit joke, she didn’t even care about the drama and harm she caused to you.

honestly, amber didn’t WANT TO DO THIS… she needed to do this just to make sure there was trust and loyalty between you two. “i’m sorry, baby, i thought you would know better enough to know that i’d NEVER hurt you… i’d never kill you. i love you too much to do such sick, twisted things.” she says, as she begins to grab the black box off of the ground. you couldn’t believe the words that came out of her mouth, she claimed that she would never hurt you, but she did. she begins to start getting ready as she slips on the infamous ghostface black robe. “if you loved me, you’d never do this. if you loved me, you wouldn’t put me through this!” you shout at her from across the bed, holding your knees against your chest.

but that’s the issue… the fact that she did this to you… that makes her a killer. this is her true nature. she could feel herself getting frustrated as she lets out a laugh while looking over at your cuddled position. “and if you loved me, i wouldn’t have to do this if you wouldn’t tried to leave. anyways, i have places to be and things to do.” she walks over to you about to place a gentle kiss on your cheek but you flinch away from her and seethed your teeth. “don’t touch me!”

the reaction that you gave amber caused a smile to tug at her lips. she sighs, not wanting to deal with your attitude because she had better yet important things to do. she’ll have to just deal with you later. as she begins to just turn her back on you, amber grabs her mask and shoves her knife inside of her pocket. she starts to walk away as she leaves to go to her car, leaving you stranded and crying all alone on the bedroom while she plans for her next kill.

don’t worry, this is only the beginning….

Hi babe what would Sam carpenters love language be?

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❝Sam’s love language❞

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★ tender hand-holding: holding hands is a natural gesture of affection for Sam and you. Whether you're walking side by side or sitting together, intertwining your fingers is an instinctive way to connect and show your love;

★ loving back hugs: Sam often surprises you with loving back hugs, wrapping their arms around you from behind. It's a heartwarming gesture that symbolizes protection and support, making you feel safe in their embrace;

★ affectionate touches: throughout your day, Sam and you exchange affectionate touches, whether it's a gentle caress on the cheek or a playful tap on the shoulder. These little gestures of physical affection reinforce your bond;

★ kisses that speak volumes: Sam and you use kisses to communicate your emotions when words fall short. From soft and tender kisses to passionate ones, each kiss is a language of love that you both understand;

★ sweet compliments: Sam constantly showers you with sweet compliments, making you feel special and appreciated. Their kind words uplift your spirits and boost your confidence in every aspect of life;

★ encouraging support: both Sam and you provide unwavering encouragement to each other's dreams and goals. You motivate each other with words of support, celebrating successes and offering comfort during challenges;

★ "I Love You": the phrase "I love you" is a daily mantra between Sam and you. Saying these three powerful words is a genuine affirmation of your deep affection and commitment to one another;

★ heartfelt text messages: Sam and you send heartfelt text messages to each other throughout the day, expressing your love and longing for one another. These messages serve as little love notes that brighten your day;

★ teamwork and support: in times of need, Sam and you work together as a team. You support each other's endeavors and are always willing to lend a helping hand, creating a strong foundation of mutual assistance;

★ meeting each other's needs: Sam and you pay attention to each other's needs and try to fulfill them without hesitation. Whether it's a comforting meal after a tough day or a surprise massage, you show your love through actions;

★ acts of care: simple acts like making their favorite dessert or preparing a warm bath after a tiring day show how much you care for each other's well-being. These thoughtful acts create a nurturing and loving environment in your relationship.