Needed To Share That After You Wrote The Poly Maddy Cassie Hc's I Had A Dream About That EXACT Concept

Question do you write for male readers? I know you write gn readers just wondering because i mostly read gn or male readers, wanted to know before i send request!

ahhh I dont :( I only write for GN and fem readers cause I'm a female & I've never really experienced life as a dude ya know??? I dont wanna write something and get something completely wrong and upset people lol

I can however write masc-coded GN which is basically adding hints of masculinity in the readers description yk?

I was supposed to have the drafts done yesterday and school starts the day after tmrw I'm fucked 😭😭😭

I have no motivation to write today whatsoever but I have 2 asks and 2 drafts someone please help me I'm dying

blessed are the anarchists in black bandanas locking themselves to bank doors with bike chains, blessed are the communists distributing meals and water and gatorade on 100 degree days, blessed are the socialists running free medical clinics in the homeless camps on the side of the highway, blessed are the ones who see a better world and will stop at nothing to build it

Hi there! I just found your fanfics and fell in love with your writing!! Could you do poly Stu x Billy x fem!reader with the prompts 1, 10, and 53? I get really bad nightmares and I would love some comfort from my two favorite characters.

STOP i just looked at your blog and i absolutely love it!!!! I have such a big thing for Halloween and I got so excited when I saw ur countdown ahhhhhfjdhsnsfuoej do I have a fix that's supposed to be released before this one? yeah but I just couldn't help it I love you.

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 1. 10. 53.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! nightmares, mentions of being stabbed by ghostface in the nightmare, nothing else really, it's so fluffy

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. this one is kinda weird, like its basically half HCs and half fic, very busy lately

ACTUALLY GOT SOMETHING DONE TODAY IM SO HAPPY

poly!stu x fem!reader x billy

you were at your friend stu's house, joined by your other friend billy. you'd had a crush on them both for a while, but you never acted on it because you couldn't decide which one you wanted more.

when billy and stu got together, you thought your life was over, and that you didnt have a chance with either of them

spoiler alert, you were wrong

anyways, you were on the couch, half asleep but trying to focus on the movie that was playing in front of you

it wasnt working

pretty soon, you were fast asleep

you were dreaming, but it definitely wasnt a good dream

you were being chased by ghostface and stabbed over and over again, and your face scrunched up in your sleep and you kept turning

stu saw this and elbowed billy softly, whispering, "what should we do? I think she's having a nightmare"

billy contemplated his options, his brows furrowed, and he came to a decision

he scooted closer to you before gently shaking you awake.

you sat up quickly with a scream, gasping for air

billy and stu quickly became concerned, both of them putting a hand on your shoulder or knee

"hey, hey, hey, its alright, I'm right here" billy spoke quietly and slowly, making his presence known to you. you were still breathing quickly, terrified, and you didnt notice either of the boys until then. you switched your eyes between the two, before pulling them both into a tight hug. you pulled away as tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill. you looked down as they poured out, not wanting them to see you so vulnerable.

stu reached out and gently lifted your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him. he asked if you were okay, but you could barely hear him over the sound of your heart pounding in your ears and your loud, laboured breathing.

shit, were you having a panic attack? fuck, in front of the guys you were in love with, too. stu noticed your panicked state and pulled you into a hug with the side of your face pressed to his chest and you held eye contact with billy. you immediately took in stu's cologne and somehow it calmed you down a bit, but your breathing was still quick and ragged. "hear my heartbeat? just focus on that". you did as told, counting the beats you could hear. it helped quite a bit and after a few minutes, your breathing was back to normal.

billy took your hand in his and you looked up at stu, smiling at him. you let out a quiet 'thank you both, I'm sorry' and they looked at you like you were crazy. "y/n, you have nothing to be sorry about, none of that was your fault". you looked at billy as he spoke and then looked down, you felt like a burden. he tugged on your hand, pulling you away from stu and closer to him.

billy pressed his lips to yours for a second before pulling away. stu turned your head to face him, and he kissed you, longer than billy had, and he spoke once he pulled away. "shit, I've been waiting to do that for so long". you giggled at stu's words and looked down in embarrassment. billy chuckled at your shy behavior before speaking. "hey, you know what? we'd make a cute couple."

mutuals get free kisses with tongue if they ask

-ˏˋ character label masterlist ˎˊ-

you just don't get content like this anymore, do you? here's a little masterlist of 60+ labels or titles for your characters + a little explanation. hit with a like or reblog to give me that sweet, sweet validation we all desire from making these little posts. xx

the activist – one who stands up for what they believe in

the addict – one who is dependent on something to survive

the adventurer – one who loves spontaneity and trying new things

the aesthete – one who appreciates art in all forms

the animal lover – one who has an appreciation for all creatures

the antiromantic – one who does not want to fall in love and possibly believes it to be a hoax

the asshole – one who is rude and disrespectful for seemingly no reason

the athlete – one who enjoys exercise and participating in sports

the authoritarian – one who takes charge with determination to have control

the awkward turtle – one who interacts unconventionally with others

the blasphemer – one who believes religion to be a falsehood and voices that opinion

the bookworm – one who enters other worlds within pages between covers

the charitable – one who is selfless and wants to help others

the charmer – one who uses their charisma to persuade others

the child at heart – one who does not want to grow up and be an autonomous adult

the choleric – one who is irritable, snarky, and easily annoyed

the comedian – one who rarely knows when it is customary to take things seriously

the conceited – one who is particularly proud and full of themselves

the devout – one who follows a religion or its practices

the ditz – one who does not readily catch on to things accurately or quickly

the druggie – one who uses narcotics recreationally

the enthusiastic – one who is passionate about something or someone and encourages others to be as well

the escapist – one who departs from reality to avoid unpleasant feelings or responsibilities

the flower child – one who believes flowers or plants improve everyone’s quality of life

the forlorn – one who is often depressed, lonely, and helpless

the free spirit – one who does not worry over worldly things

the geek – one who is fanatical about a particular subject

the genius – one who is naturally knowledgeable and extremely intelligent

the gossip – one who learns and tells the secrets of others

the guarded – one who is reluctant to open up and show their emotions

the independent – one who is able to function effectively without anyone’s help

the instigator – one who intentionally is argumentative in order to start conflict

the klutz – one who often breaks things while handling them or moves awkwardly

the leader – one who naturally takes charge, serves as a model, and delegates tasks in group settings

the loner – one who prefers being alone over the company of others

the melodramatic – one who displays exaggerated emotions over trivial things

the meticulous – one who is compulsively neat and tidy to the smallest detail

the naturalist – one who believes in preserving the environment and frequently enjoys the outdoors

the oddball – one who does not fully relate to others

the optimist – one who tends to view the positive sides of life and purpose

the partier – one who enjoys social gatherings that are often wild

the pauper – one who lives on a very small amount of money

the peacemaker – one who avoids and tries to end any and all conflict

the pessimist – one who tends to view life and the things within it as mostly negative

the philosopher – one who is curious about and often discusses ethical conundrums

the phoenix – one who lived through something bad, which resulted in a better self

the promiscuous – one who enjoys or obsesses over sexual activity

the pure soul – one who is naïve to the horrible things in the world

the reserved – one who prefers listening to other people talk rather than talk themselves

the responsible – one who prioritizes the most important things and devotes their time to them

the romantic – one who desires to fall in love or be in a loving relationship

the sensitive soul – one who is easily affected emotionally by stressful situations

the sleepless – one who does not get enough rest for one reason or another

the sloth – one who would prefer to laze about than to be productive

the social butterfly – one who enjoys interacting with lots of people

the stargazer – one who is fascinated by outer space and the night sky

the stoic – one who does not readily show emotions or what they are thinking

the stoner – one who partakes in drugs that leave them in an intoxicated state

the studious – one who is a diligent learner

the traveler – one who enjoys expanding their horizons by visiting other places

the techie – one who is skilled at working with modern technology

the thrillseeker – one who lives recklessly in order to make their life more interesting or exciting

the violent – one who solves their conflicts by causing bodily harm

*peaks around the corner* heard you wanna write p*rn 👀

Gross ghostface knife play p*rn perhaps???

--@the-slasher-files 💕🔪

@the-slasher-files

You’re an outsider to this equation. You always have been. You’re not naive enough to think otherwise. And you don’t mind; they had their own thing long before you came around, and even as an outsider, the three of you worked. So it was an honour in its own right to be let into what they had cultivated together. Still, it was curious to see the jagged lines of separation laid out so clearly for you. The difference always boiled down to the carnal acts, whether sex or murder.

Your hand lingers on the door frame, index finger stroking at the grooves as you stare at the sight before you. Stu is on his back, arms restrained to the bed’s metal headboard. Deep red lines of irritation cut into his wrists, and you’re unsure if that’s due to the man’s thrashing or the material being pulled too taut against such delicate flesh. Not that he seemed to mind, you could hear the small noises of contentment that came from below Billy. Each little noise went straight through your body like gentle thrums of lightning.

“Like what you see?” Billy breaks you from your trance, his voice a low rumble. He doesn’t spare you a look; his bare back turned to you from where he’s sat between Stu’s spread thighs. The muscles in Billy’s back ripple as he moves, the red-stained point of a knife coming into your field of vision.

Your heart hammers against your chest, nails curling against the wood of the doorframe. You feel like you can’t breathe, anticipation (or perhaps dread) wringing your lungs and holding the precious air within hostage.

“It’s okay; he likes it. Don’t you?” The words are met by an enthusiastic little mewl and the creaking of a bed from Stu’s canting hips. “You’re so delicate,” Billy continues to speak, his hips rocking forward as he brings the knife down till the point digs into the meat of Stu’s thigh. “I’d love to do this to you one day, think about it all the time. So does Stu.” You’re paralyzed watching the knife drag along the skin, a thin red line forming and tiny beads of blood bubble to the surface before the tension breaks and it begins to dribble down and catch amongst Stu’s leg hair. “Don’t know if you can take what we’d give you though, but Stu can take it. Can’t you?”

Stu babbles something nonsensical in response, a litany of yes and please, Billy’s name, and shockingly, your name finds its way rolling off his tongue. It makes your heart flutter in your chest, a juxtaposition to the churning in your stomach.

“Come here.” You’re helpless to the tone Billy uses, enthralled by it as your hand drops from the door frame and your legs begin to move, the floorboards creek as you approach the bed.

The sight that awaits you makes your stomach knot, and you cannot discern if it’s from disgust or arousal. The thin lines on Stu’s thigh seem insignificant to his chest’s deep cuts. His skin is clammy, sweat-slicked and stained red and you honestly would be concerned if the man didn’t look absolutely blissful at this moment, cock hard and drooling against his stomach.

Billy holds out the knife, his hand steady and unmoving. Then, finally, he lifts his gaze to stare at you. Dark eyes stare at you, and the corners of kiss-bitten lips curl upwards. “Do you want to join?”

okay so I'm like totally ignoring my drafts rn and I'm tempted to write an angst fic about reader dealing with stu's death and finding out he was ghostface...

what better way to deal with a bad day, amirite?!?!??!

Hi, I really like your writing! Could you do headcanons for Cassie Howard x a quiet, nerdy reader please?

Awhh thanks! And I absolutely can!

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! kissing, insecurities n shit

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! I love cassie howard. I love sydney sweeney. so much. on mobile, sorry if the format is weird. lowercase intended, double periods intended. it wasn't mentioned if you wanted a GN reader or a fem reader so I did GN reader, referring to the reader as her lover. kinda fem coded? the reader goes into the girls bathroom

cassie x quiet!nerdy!reader

you and cassie met in math class

even If math wasn't your forte, you still got pretty good grades

you had always been proud of your ability to get straight A's

cassie sat next to you, talking to maddy about how much she hated math class

you turned away, not wanting to speak to the two popular girls in fear that they'd make fun of you

but cassie turned to you and asked you for help on the upcoming assignment that day

"hey, you're smart right? could you help me with the assignment?" you looked at her with wide eyes, unsure of what to say. your face turned slightly red as you nodded your head slowly. "um, yeah.. sure" you were confused, why did she ask you? I mean sure, she sat next to you sometimes but it was usually a coincidence. she muttered an 'okay great!' and smiled at you as she moved closer. you could hear your heartbeat through your ears and you could feel it through your chest. why were you so nervous? why were you so afraid of what she thought of you?

after that, you and cassie started hanging out a lot

she was pretty much the only person you talked to

she encouraged you to do things you never thought you'd have the guts to do

like going to parties, sometimes drinking and smoking

and like kissing her.

you were sitting on cassie's bed, it was a cold thursday afternoon and you two were planning your outfits for a party you were going to go to. she picked a blue dress and white heels, and she picked out a blue outfit for you to wear. you were matching. "you um..you look really pretty" you spoke softly, looking at your hands that were placed in your lap. cassie was standing in front of you, modeling her outfit. she turned a dark shade of red and thanked you before stepping towards you and placing her hand on your chin. she lifted your face gently to look at hers, and spoke. "can I kiss you?"

you said yes, of course.

the kiss was short but super romantic

you two didn't talk about it until it happened again.

you were at school, walking to the bathroom. you went in and saw cassie crying, looking at herself in the mirror and cussing at herself under her breath, "maybe they don't fucking like you, cassandra. maybe they never will." you were upset, thinking she was talking about someone else. see, you had caught feelings for the blonde girl way before you kissed her. you turned to walk away but accidentally bumped into a stall door, causing her to look at you with wide eyes.

you looked at her, finally seeing her red, puffy eyes. your heart broke and you immediately wanted to hurt whoever made her feel like that. "y/n, how much of that did you hear?" you paused, staring at the worried look on her face before answering her. "uh, only the last part.." she cursed under her breath before walking towards you and grabbing your hands. "well, now you know" you looked down, trying to think of how to comfort her but you couldn't think of anything. "um, who's the person you were talking about?" she laughed in disbelief, before kissing you gently. after a few moments, she pulled away and leaned her forehead against yours before speaking. "y/n, its you"

it's safe to say that you two became a couple after that

nobody really knew who you were, so they were surprised when cassie introduced them to you

"this is y/n, my lover!"

you couldn't hold eye contact. instead, you stared at the ground with a red face.

cassie is the best girlfriend you could ever ask for