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What's a little murder without homoeroticism, and what's a little homoeroticism without murder?
Just thought about how the “I’m not a kissboy” meme is just stuilly
Stu Macher X F!Reader
summary: stu decides to take advantage of you while holding you at gun point.
warnings !!: SMUT 18+, gun play, perv activities, a lil graphic, pet names, degradation, cussing, yelling
word count: 886
Y'ALL HAVE MERCY ON ME 💀 IM RUSTY 🙏🏽 !!
𝗗𝗢 𝗪𝗛𝗔𝗧 𝗜 𝗦𝗔𝗬 !! ♪
“Are you pussy, are you scared? Be my bitch, get in my lair. I don't fuck with scaredy cats. Play with pussy if it scratch.”
Do What I Say - Lucy Loone
You just witnessed Stu and Billy kill someone in his parents house. You were fucking star struck. You had no words. You slowly backed away from Stu and slowly shook your head. Stu finally caught on to you and locked eyes onto you. He moved closer to you as you backed up.
Stu: “What's wrong, baby?” he grinned. He and his sweater were covered in blood. He twirled a knife in his hands as he approached you. “Shh…bunny..I won't hurt you.” His smile grew wider and wider as he approached you. He had you cornered. You were behind the kitchen island and he was in front. He took out a gun and rested his head on his arms on top of the island. “Are you scared, little bunny?” He laughed as he watched your body shake and twitch as you stood in fear.
Stu: “Why don't we do something fun? What if we played a game together?” He rose up from the island and pointed the gun at you, smiling.“How does that sound?”
Y/N: “What type of game?...”
Stu: “Y'know I just made it up. Bunnies and Slashers.” He loaded the gun. Causing you to jump in response.
Y/N: “How do you play-” you said, shaking.
Stu: “No need to ask. We can start right now.” Stu points the gun at you. “Just do what I say, princess. Now…show me your tits..”
Y/N: “Bu-”
Stu: “Do what the fuck I say! Take off your fucking shirt. Show me your fucking tits!” He yelled. His voice carried thought-out the whole house. He was getting impatient by the second waiting for you to finally reveal them to him. “Do you want me to shoot you?” You slowly reached around the trim of your shirt and gently pulled up. Taking it off while holding your hands up. Stu smiled and checked you out and the color of your bra and the shape they made inside of the pretty lace.
Stu: “And the bra.” He lowered the gun and waited silently. You reached behind you and struggled to unclip the back. Stu chuckled and walked over to you, causing your breath to hitch. “Shh…you're good. Not gonna hurt you, bunny.” He came behind you and tugged at a bra strap to pull you closer. “Not yet..” he unclipped it for you and watched it fall gently. The fabric that hugged you, released and let in cold air.
Stu breathed on your neck, whispering in your ear. “You're so beautiful…how about we take this skirt off?” He placed his hand around your hip, gripping firmly. His mouth and nose meeting the side of your head, his words vibrated through your hair. “Take off the fucking skirt…” He moved the gun to your back. “Take it off…” He whispered in your ear. A wide grin was painted across his face as he saw your hands pull down your skirt, trying to pull back up your panties. “Leave em…” You decided to let your panties fall off with your skirt. Stu whistled and let out a groan, taking in your backside.
Stu: ”Turn around for me, pleasee” He waited for you to turn but you refused to move. His grin faded, he put the gun to the back of your head. “Ya’see, you either turn around, or I'm gonna put a fucking bullet in that pretty little head of yours…” You felt the gun dig through your hair to your scalp. Despite him being so aggressive and the immense fear that filled the air. You found Stu, hot? You for some reason had some sick fascination with the whole thing. What was wrong with you? Why were you even complying? Why not let him shoot you? Unless…you liked what he was doing to you. You slowly turned around to face him. “That's it, turn around…” he groaned as he watched you.
Stu: “Now, little bunny, time for phase three of our little game!” He giggled, taking out a polaroid camera and set his ghost face mask on the counter. He also took out scissors and a roll of duct tape. “Stay still!” He took some duct tape and put it over your mouth and taped your wrists together. He put on the ghost face mask and grabbed the Polaroid camera. Before actually taking a picture, he grabbed a handful of your hair and brung your head back. He brought the camera closer. “Say, ‘cheese’!” He chuckled as the camera flashed and the picture almost instantly printed. Stu wiggled it, making it develop faster.
Stu: “Aww! Look how pretty you are, bunny!” He showed you the picture and took the tape off your mouth. “You wanna see something cool I can do with my tongue!?” He slipped the mask off. You didn't answer, you just stared at him. His demeanor instantly changed. It became colder. His expression, instantly softened into a cold stare. A grin tugged in the corner of his lips. He brought the gun to your forehead. “I saaaidd…do you wanna see something cool I can do with my tongue?” You nodded. Stu picked you up and laid you on the island. “There we go…now just stay still.”
TO BE CONTINUED !? 😨😱😧
(Sorry y'all, I just really need to sleep and I haven't written anything in months. 💀)
Stu Macher x F!Reader
summery; Stu gets a little flirty while drunk and ends up ruining your clothes. Eventually leading to an exciting night.
warnings !!: SMUT 18+, piv, eating your 😺, pet names, pervert activities, panty fetishism, cussing, slight public sex and slight hair pulling
word count: 1,547
btw I'm a little rusty sooo, lmk if I can improve anything with my writing
𝗟𝗘𝗚𝗦 𝗨𝗣 𝗢𝗥 𝗧𝗢𝗘𝗦 𝗗𝗢𝗪𝗡 !? ♪
“Gotta know, I ate her. She's so sweet. Now or Later. I want that all the time, all the time. All mine.”
Toes down - Louke Man
You, Stu, Billy, Sidney, Tatum, and Randy were over at Tatum's, basically partying and having an amazing time. The others were smoking and drinking beers while you stayed mostly on the couch speaking to Sidney. Stu (as usual) was going a little hard on the alcohol and you decided to intervene. Sidney and Randy always joked about how Stu had a thing for you, but you never believed them.
Y/N: “Stu. Stop. Could you put the drink down?”
Stu: “Relax, pretty girl! I'm not doing anything bad.” he slurred as he tried to stand still. Stumbling forward, making you catch him. Then you realized what he called you. Pretty girl? Was he flirting?
Y/N: “Stu, you're drunk.”
Stu: “What? No I'm not! You're crazy!” he giggled and laughed while stumbling a little still. He waved his drink as he talked. Causing it to spill a little on the floor.
Y/N: “Okay...let's get you to the couch.” Stu groaned and protested almost like a toddler as you laid him on the couch. “I'll get you some water.” Stu sat up and almost took a sip of beer before Randy took it away.
Stu: “Hey! That's..that's mine!” Randy ignored him and threw it in the trash. You came back into the room with a cup of water and sat next to Stu.
Y/N: “Can you drink this for me?” Stu shook his head and groaned as he moved his head from the cup. “Please Stu?-” He accidentally knocked the cup onto your lap. Soaking you completely.
Stu: “Shit...I'm so sorry” he slurred as he picked up the cup.
Y/N: “Its fine. Don't worry Stu. Tatum..do you have anything I can change into?”
Tatum: “Yea! I should have some stuff that fits you upstairs.”
Y/N: “Thanks so much.” Stu still groggily apologized as you went upstairs to change. Closing the door behind you, you picked out pj's that fit you before going back down stairs.
Y/N: “Tatum. Can I use your shower?”
Tatum: “Yeah, of course you can! You don't even have to ask.”
Y/N: “Thanks!” You went back upstairs and grabbed a white towel. From the fabric and her initials in it you could tell it was expensive. You went into the bathroom and started the shower. The rush of the water and the steam flowing into the room felt amazing. You began undressing and stepped into the shower. You leave your clothes on the floor and set your towel on the bathroom sink. The hot water on your body felt amazing. Loud music played from downstairs, you couldn't hear yourself think. Unbeknownst to you, Stu went upstairs to find you.
Stu twisted the door knob and slowly opened the door. Leaving it cracked to see you from behind the shower curtain. He saw your reflection in the mirror. His pants grew tighter and tighter as he watched you bathe. You made him so horny and despite how wrong it was he loved to watch you. You looked so beautiful as you bathed. He wanted to join you so badly. His eyes darted around the room until they laid on your pile of clothes. Stu silently shut the door as he came inside, searching for something. His hands picked up lacey pink panties and with his prize, he went back to watching you bathe. He sat down and began to stoke himself while smelling your panties. The smell was intoxicating to him. With each sniff he continued to stoke faster. Just the thought of you wrapped around him was too much. He needs you. He wants you so badly.
Suddenly you stopped the shower. Stu panicked. He immediately sat up and redid his pants and boxers. Throwing your panties back on the floor. Before taking your towel and pj's with him. He waited outside the door, listening, wondering if you had realized if the items were gone. You stepped out. Completely nude, you gathered your old clothes and put them on the sink. But where was your towel and your borrowed pj's? You asked yourself,
“ Was someone in here? ” You try to open the door but someone seems to be holding it closed from the other side.
Y/N: “Hey...What the fuck!? Let go of the door!”
Stu: “Do you really have to talk to me like that, baby?”
Y/N: “What the fuck- Stu!? Let go of the fucking door!” you tugged at the knob repeatedly but Stu didn't let go.
Stu: “Can you say please?”
Y/N: “God damn it, Stu! This isn't fucking funny! Please let go-” You fell forward as Stu abruptly opened the door as you were still struggling with the nob. Stu looked down at you, smiling.
Stu: “Do you want some help, princess?”
Y/N: “Are you still fucking drunk, Stu!? Give me my fucking towel!” You looked up at him and got up on your own, forgetting you were completely naked.
Stu: “Sure...” Stu looked at you while biting his lip. Taking in this perfect image to save for later before handing it to you. You wrapped yourself up immediately.
Y/N: “Get fucked, Stu-” You began to walk away from him, but was immediately pulled back and pinned against a wall.
Stu: “I was hoping you could help with that...I know I shouldn't have been looking...and I apologize for that-”
Y/N: “You were looking at me!?”
Stu: “Shh...it's just...you're so pretty. I would love just one night with you...or to make you my girlfriend..” Stu brushed over your lips as he looked at you with his thumb. He rubbed your hip as he looked into your eyes. “Just once? I know you want to...I'll make it worthwhile..” You stood there and almost thought about it. You walked down stairs. Stu quickly followed after you “Baby, come on..” he whined.
Y/N: “Stu I'm not gonn-” he picked you up and set you on the counter. He started rubbing your inner thigh, his face getting closer to yours. Despite your annoyance, you liked the attention. It made you wet. The way he looked at you, the way he touched you, just everything. You could feel yourself getting wetter and wetter by the second.
Stu: “Please baby?” he pouted. “Let's see what she says, yeah?” Referring to your pussy, he looked into your eyes as he felt in between your slick folds. “Aww, you're wet already?” he smiled and chuckled “Do you want me baby?” You nodded as he got down on his knees in front of you.
Y/N: “Aren't Billy and them still here?-”
Stu: “Who gives a fuck? Right now it's just me and you.” He began to tease your lips and clit with his tongue. His hands clung to your thighs as he ate deeper into your pussy. He raised your legs onto his shoulders. You held your mouth to keep your moans in so nobody else could hear you two. His tongue was incredible. It felt amazing as he explored all over you. You couldn't take it anymore and allowed soft moans to slip out your mouth.
Stu: “Get off the fucking counter.” He commanded as he pulled you down and turned you so he could bend you over. “Should I use a condom?” You nodded and he pulled a condom out of his pocket. His cock sprang free from his pants as he undid them. He was huge. Not even half as big as you imagined. He slid the condom on and placed himself at your entrance. “You ready baby?”
Y/N: “Yes.”
Stu: “Don't moan too loud. Wouldn't want anyone to hear us.” As he entered, he groaned and held your sides. His hips bucked rapidly against your beautiful skin. His hands moving up to cup your boobs as he took you roughly. Every moan that escaped your mouth made him go faster. He felt amazing inside you. “You have no idea how long I've waited for this...” You had no idea you wanted Stu so badly all this time. Everything about the moment was perfect. You were in constant euphoria with him. You were so close for him. Every thrust was like a beg for your release.
Stu: “I want you cum for me.. please baby?” He begged you as he lightly pulled your hair. “Please?” He thrusts faster and faster. Bringing closer to your beautiful release. You felt it approaching, it was just on the edge. And with one more thrust, you felt that gorgeous and refreshing release. And so did Stu, stopping when you did. Your pussy throbbed as he pulled out.
Stu: “You're so beautiful..” He kissed you and took off his condom and threw it away before zipping himself up. “Would you maybe want to go to the movies sometime?”
Y/N: “Yes, that sounds amazing, Stu” You laughed and kissed him again.
Stu: “When can I pick you up, gorgeous?”
Y/N: “How about tomorrow after school?”
Stu: “Sounds good to me.” He placed his hands on your hips and kissed your forehead. As the night went on you finally got dressed and sat with Stu on the couch. You snuggled with him and cuddled. Occasionally kissing him and making jokes with each other. He was amazing. Everything was perfect.
JEALOUSY + FERRIS WHEEL RIDE !?
Stu Macher X Reader
summery: stu gets a little jealous when you always hang out with friends instead of him. after a heated argument concerning him and your friends you both promise to make plans for the two of you tomorrow.
warning !!: small angst & cussing
word count: 715
I just wanna say please be nice to me as this is like my first time writing in a while 😭. Please tell me what you think I could do better.
𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗬 𝗝𝗘𝗔𝗟𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗬 ♪
“All your friends are so cool, you go out every night. In your daddy's nice car, yeah, you're living the life.”
Jealousy - Olivia Rodrigo
It was 1:30pm. You invited Stu to spend time with you and your friends at a carnival because he kept complaining about how you never invited him to anything. But, unfortunately Stu wasn't following you or your friends. He seemed to follow way behind the rest of you and didn't play any games. He didn't seem like himself. But he seemed fine every time you'd ask if he was okay. It took you a while to realize his behavior was off. You and your friends were playing clown water balloon blast and you (literally amazing at everything) won a prize! It was a large pastel blue elegant. Perfect for Stu. Maybe this might make him feel better?
But all of the sudden Stu wasn't anywhere to be seen. You started searching for him and asking your friends if they had seen him. You searched every ride and game. He wasn't even on the benches. Until you saw a beige sweater moving through the crowd towards the main entrance. It was Stu! You immediately ran through, occasionally bumping into people. You finally reached him and got in front of him.
Y/N: “Stu! Where were you!? Why would you leave like that? I've been looking everywhere for you.” Stu scoffed and a sarcastic smile tugged at his lips
Stu: “Don't act like you missed me.” You looked at Stu and crossed your arms.
Y/N: “What the fuck is that supposed to mean!?”
Stu: “Why would you!? You're always doing shit with your dumb ass friends.”
Y/N: “You could've asked for me to hang out with you more!”
Stu: “Y/N, I have. And you don't seem half as excited when you're with me! Y'know something? I am sick and tired of those little fucking friends of yours.”
Y/N: “Well I'm sorry I'm having fun!”
Stu: “And you can't have fun with me!?” there was cold silence and tension was slowly dying down.
Y/N: “Look, Stu..how about we make some plans to hang out more or something-”
Stu: “More? There shouldn't be a ‘more’. I'm your boyfriend. You should make time for me.”
Y/N: “Well I'm trying to negotiate with you right now, Stu.”
Stu: “Are the plans gonna be actually fun? Wouldn't want you running to your cunt faced friends again.”
Y/N: “Don't call them that! Stu, would you please just listen!?” Stu crossed his arms and waited for you to say something. He looked annoyed and impatient.
Y/N: “What if..to make up for it...we can hang out at the carnival by ourselves? No friends tagging along, just me and you.” Stu stood there and thought about it.
Stu: “If we do...we have to make plans to hangout tomorrow. No backing out either.” you sighed and hugged him. Resting your head on his chest.
Y/N: “Okay...”
Stu: “Promise?” he hugged you back tightly, after kissing your head through your hair.
Y/N: “I promise.” Stu and you walked hand in hand as you walked towards the ferris wheel. “Oh I almost forgot..” You handed him the pastel blue elephant. “For you.”
Stu: He jokingly gasps and places a hand in front of his mouth “For me!?” you nod and hand it over. He jokingly squeals and takes it from you. “Thank you, he's so adorable!” he smiled.
Y/N: “You're welcome.” you held back laughter. It was nice to see Stu back to his normal self. He was always so cute when he was happier. You and Stu continued to play games, buy cotton candy, ride the ferris wheel and take pictures in the photo booth. The night couldn't have gotten better. Soon it was time to go home and stop by Stu's place to drop him off.
Stu: “Remember our deal, baby.” He got out of the car and went to your side of the car to talk to you through the rolled down window.
Y/N: “ I remember! Go inside!”
Stu: “I love you.” He kissed you. Before finally going inside the house. He waved a dramatic goodbye and blew kisses, causing you to giggle. You eventually drove back home. Getting undressed into pj's, and thinking about all the things you could do with Stu. As you laid down to rest, Stu had managed to enter your dreams. Allowing you to explore sweet fantasies of your future plans.
Bottom Stu this Bottom Stu that.
This is the face and body language of a dude who has taken that brooding brunette from behind.
"oh no, that's hot" - sexual awakening through horror - a gifset for every person who ever watched a scene in a horror movie that made them feel something they'd never felt before, knowing it wasn't the 'right' thing to feel.
Heyyyy
Could you do Billy Loomis being a dad to his and the reader's kids?
I explained that weird but you get it lol
❝Billy Loomis as dad❞
Be part of the tag list and posting schedule - TAG LIST E SCHEDULE
★ Understanding Dangerous Situations: Billy helps his children recognize potentially dangerous situations. He encourages them to trust their instincts. Perhaps learning how to use a knife, gun and even the basics of wrestling will become frequent as they get older;
★ A Protective Father: Billy is an extremely protective father when it comes to his and the reader's children. He may have a dark past, but he will do anything to ensure the safety and happiness of his family;
★ Fun Days: Billy makes a point of spending quality time with his children. They have their own special days, where they go out for bike rides, picnics in the park or family games. He values these moments and tries to make up for any lost time;
★ Serious Conversations: when his children have difficult questions or are facing problems, after all this boy in my perception was depressed, and nothing changes that in my mind, then Billy is always willing to have serious and honest conversations with them. He believes in the importance of open communication and never wants them to feel alienated or afraid to talk to him;
★ Present Father: despite his own traumas, Billy makes a point of being present in his children's lives. He takes part in parents' meetings at school, attends sporting and musical events, and is always there to support them in their passions and interests;
★ Special Father's Day: Father's Day is an important date for Billy. He doesn't expect expensive presents, but appreciates handmade cards and special family moments. He strives to be a positive role model for his children and is determined to do his best for them;
★ Supporting you: Billy is also there for you as a partner and father. He shares parental responsibilities and strives to create a loving and stable environment for his family;
★ Horror movie tradition: Billy shares his passion for horror movies with his children. They have regular movie nights at home, where they watch classics of the genre together. These evenings are an opportunity to teach his children about the world of cinema and also to create special bonds;
★ Halloween decorations: Billy's house is famous in the neighborhood for its incredible Halloween decorations. He takes this festivity seriously and, when October arrives, the whole family gets involved in decorating the house with pumpkins, ghosts and skeletons. Billy turns his garden into a real horror movie set, but in a fun and scary way;
★ Scary Board Game Nights: Billy's family also love horror-themed board game nights. They have a collection of games like "Mansions of Madness" and "Betrayal at Baldur's Gate" that they play together on special nights. These evenings provide fun and laughter, even with the spooky atmosphere.
Hi my loves, I know it's been quite a while since I last posted anything, but I promise that next week I will publish at least one headcanon since I take a long time to write one-shots and fanfics. But I came to announce something else, now I have (I will have) a Tag List and a schedule spreadsheet, yep. To be part of both or just one, just fill out the following questionnaire, I promise it's super safe. Kisses of light.
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❝Echoes, Shadows and Resolutions❞
feel free to request any headcanon here 🠒 headcanons list ★ forgive any mistakes, English is not my native language, and this is so metaphorical, I'm not sure if you'll like or understand the meaning, but still, enjoy, my loves ♡
Amber was bombarding her phone with messages once again, probably for the hundredth time in half an hour. You had ignored her calls and messages all day long; you were hurt and needed some space for yourself. But of course, she didn't like that at all – she never did. You knew you should reply to her, provide explanations, or perhaps thousands of apologies. After all, the blame was all yours, always had been and always would be, or at least that's what she made it seem like. But dealing with her now was tiresome, like wasting words that would fall into the abyss of her mind without even being thought through and rationalized. It was like playing a soft melody in a noisy environment, where the tune gets lost in the chaotic noise – what's the point if, when carried by inertia, it loses its purpose of being appreciated? You immersed yourself in your work, desperately seeking temporary salvation, an escape from the shadows that threatened to engulf you. Each typed key was a blow against your own pain, an attempt to overpower the emotional cacophony surrounding you. Yet, even in the refuge of concentration, her memory lingered, hovering like an invisible ghost, a presence refusing to completely fade away.
The guilt, always finding shelter in the darkest corners of your heart, weighed like an anchor dragging you to the depths of the ocean of sadness. The words you should have said, the actions you should have taken, all turned into ghosts that now danced around you, whispering endless laments and questions. The pain of knowing that the disconnect between you was growing like an irreparable crack in the glass of what once was love had transformed into a silent whisper echoing within the walls of your being.
"To argue; to dispute; to quarrel; to misunderstand" – different words with similar meanings that, in a general context, describe the act of defending an opinion contrary to another, often associated with feelings of revolt. So simple, words that students occasionally encounter in the dictionary, words we frequently use when reading news or when nosy old ladies tell you about a scandal involving your neighbors while you're not at home – such simple words, words that are also actions and attitudes. When our actions are not thought through with humanity, they hurt like a silver dagger to others. Any action can become torturous, even a small one. It wasn't the first time, nor would it be the last, that you and Amber argued. Of course not, it was persistent, like removing a sticker from a jar or, more poetically, like the moth that dances around the light – your soul is drawn to it but also burned by the intensities of persistence. But at some point, in a split second between the narrow hands of the clock, you grew weary, how could you not?
Amber was paranoid, suspicious, perhaps confused…
She was also a star, bright and fiery, your star obscured by thick mist, clarity fading into the confusion of suspicion, leaving the mind at the mercy of shadows, but perfect, so perfect. And you were imperfect, not enough, like an unfinished painting where flawed strokes reveal the beauty of imperfection – that's why she constantly accused you of major "mistakes."
And you, being imperfect, in your tormented mind, it was more than logical that you were betraying her, even though she loved you. You didn't deserve her trust, and that's why in the darkness of the night, while tired bodies rested and melancholic minds surrendered to the flow of memories, darkness provided a space for words as sharp as a silver dagger to be thrown at you, freely and harshly piercing the labyrinth of your heart.
"I can't believe this! Do you really think you can fool me? I saw the messages, saw the evidence. You're cheating on me!"
"Amber, stop acting like everything is true. There's no cheating happening here."
"How dare you deny it? I read the words, saw the proof. You're deceiving me behind my back!"
"This is a misunderstanding, Amber. Things aren't what they seem."
"Don't give me your flimsy excuses. I never thought you were capable of this. You're a liar and a traitor."
"I'm not a traitor. I don't know how you came to this conclusion, but you're completely wrong."
"Wrong? There's no mistake here. You're cheating on me, and you thought you could get away with it."
"I'm trying to be honest here, but you're being irrational and don't want to hear the truth."
"The truth? The truth is, you're stabbing me in the back and trying to manipulate me now."
"Manipulate? You're acting impulsively and not willing to consider the possibility that there's more to this."
"I don't want to hear anything else coming from your lying mouth. You've destroyed everything."
"I won't accept this false accusation. I refuse to be vilified for something I didn't do."
"Save me from your theatrics. You're a traitor, and there's nothing you can say or do to change that."
"I won't keep trying to explain to someone who's so closed off in her distorted view. I really need time, and so do you."
"Get out! Get out of my life and never talk to me again. You're not worthy of my time."
You knew when you left for the library, walking hastily and light-footed through the damp streets, surrounded by the scent of freshly ground coffee, that she would still come after you, calling and being like a pebble in your shoe. Even as you tried to ignore and continue walking, at some point, she became painful and distressing, making you stop to remove her. As exhausting as it was, you still cared for her; after all, she was your girlfriend, your love, your golden light at the end of the day. And she loved you; think about all she had done for you. Why leave her alone and even more desperate? Yes, she said terrible things, did terrible things, she was completely unstable. But now, you had restored your peace and tranquility with the completion of your work, at least for now. So why not stop being a selfish, petty person and explain things to her? After all, it was your fault. Why didn't you listen to her? Why didn't you apologize and resolve this? Just wait an hour, wait for the hands of the clock to roll again, for your mind to sort itself out once more.
The clock of circumstances advanced with heavy steps, like a meticulous clockmaker etching marks on the fabric of time. An hour passed like a calm river, its waters carrying away the waves of indecision and doubt that filled the space between you and Amber. The echo of your thoughts resonated within the walls of your mind, like a chorus of restless voices.
Then, like a lone star twinkling in the darkness of the night sky, you felt the urgency to try once more. The phone became a magical artifact, a portal to a realm of possibilities. With trembling fingers, as if tracing a seal that could unlock the doors to the depths of the unknown, you dialed the numbers.
And then, the waiting ended. The sound of the ringing phone echoed like a call through the mists of uncertainty. Each ring was like a drumbeat in time with your anxiety, a prelude to the imminent encounter with destiny. The tension in the air was palpable, like a thread of electricity connecting
you and Amber, each vibration amplifying the anticipation that filled the room.
Finally, her voice emerged from the other end of the line, like an echo from a hidden place deep within the forest. It was a sound that carried with it shared memories, the good and the bad moments that now seemed to teeter on the balance of uncertainty. Her words were a distant echo resonating in the cavern of your emotions, creating a painfully beautiful symphony.
"Amber," you said. "I'm sorry about what happened. I didn't mean to ignore you."
"Yeah, right," she said. "You're just sorry you got caught."
"No, I'm serious," you said. "I just needed some time to think."
"Well, you had your time," she said. "Now come back home."
In the twilight of reconciliation, like two stars emerging from the veil of night, you and Amber finally agreed to return to the abode of tranquility. Home became a symbol of refuge, an oasis where emotional storms could rest and calm down. It was as if you were about to embark on a journey of self-discovery, exploring the hidden caves of the human heart.
The hours slid by like sand flowing through an hourglass, each moment a grain of possibility. The conversation that unfolded was a symphony of words and silences, like an intricate dance of intertwining souls. The unspoken words were like rays of sunlight filtering through the cracks in the curtains, revealing truths that had been hidden in the shadows.
Apologies were like keys that unlocked the doors to your hearts, releasing the guilt and anguish that had accumulated. Each word of remorse was a raindrop falling onto the dry soil of the relationship, nurturing the seed of mutual understanding. You were like lost travelers who had finally found their way back home, guided by the beacon of reconciliation.
The promise to improve communication was like a gentle breeze sweeping through the dry leaves of autumn, carrying away the remnants of the past and preparing the ground for new growth. It was like a sacred vow etched in the stars, to be more truthful with yourselves and each other. You were mapping emotional territories, where vulnerability and authenticity would be the compasses guiding you.
It wasn't an easy journey, but you and Amber navigated the treacherous waters of resolution. The road to reconciliation was strewn with sharp stones and treacherous currents, but you moved forward hand in hand, like fearless adventurers exploring the depths of the human heart. The winds of change whispered promises of renewal, yet also warned of the fragility of the achieved balance.
And yet, even as the anchors of harmony were being secured, there was a shadow, a dark cloud of uncertainty on the horizon. You felt it, like an unwavering clock, reminding you that the path to redemption was paved with unexpected challenges. The past "mistakes" were not isolated incidents; they were question marks lingering above you, waiting for the right moment to trigger a new cycle of turmoil.
Thus, even as the light of reconciliation shone, you couldn't ignore the shadows dancing in the corners of the future. It was as if reconciliation itself were a fragile shell, surrounded by the tumultuous ocean of uncertain destiny. The commitment to be more honest with each other was there, but you knew that the challenge of keeping that promise would be an ongoing battle against the tides of time and circumstances.
Please send me ideas, loves. I'm out of creativity. All remnants of creativity are gone due to the horror trilogy I'm writing for college :( Sending you kisses of light.
❝ Tropical Getaway❞
based on the idea: "spending it on the beach, surfing, swimming, etc" includes: Sidney Prescott, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Tatum Riley and Randy Meeks
★ beach bonfire: the group gathers around a cozy beach bonfire as the sun sets, sharing stories, jokes, and fond memories. Sidney brings her favorite mystery novel, and Randy tries to analyze the beach's surroundings, jokingly turning it into a crime scene investigation;
★ surfing lessons: Billy and Stu take on the roles of surfing instructors, eager to show off their skills to the rest of the group. Tatum and You are enthusiastic students, while Sidney and Randy prefer to watch from the shoreline, cheering everyone on;
★ sandcastle competition: the group splits into pairs for a friendly sandcastle building competition. Sidney and You team up, using creative tactics to build an impressive castle. Meanwhile, Billy and Stu try to outdo each other with the most daring and elaborate designs;
★ water balloon fight: Tatum comes up with the idea of a water balloon fight, and everyone enthusiastically joins in. Laughter fills the air as water balloons fly in all directions, with Randy being the mastermind behind sneak attacks;
★ beach volleyball: the group sets up a beach volleyball game, with Sidney and You forming a formidable team against Billy and Stu. The match becomes intense and competitive, but it's all in good fun, and everyone enjoys the playful rivalry;
★ sand dunes adventure: Randy leads the group on a thrilling sand dunes adventure, racing each other down the slopes and capturing the exhilarating moments on camera. It becomes a memorable experience filled with laughter and shared adrenaline;
★ picnic by the shore: Tatum prepares a delicious beach picnic, complete with sandwiches, snacks, and refreshing drinks. They all sit together, enjoying the tasty treats and engaging in lively conversations about their favorite movies and books;
★ sunset serenade: as the sun begins to set, Randy brings out his guitar, and the group gathers to enjoy a serene acoustic session. Everyone joins in, singing along to familiar tunes, and it becomes a beautiful moment of harmony and togetherness.
This is definitely my favorite work, I love the beach and the summer
❝Charming Tease❞
based on the idea: "playful teasing and bickering"
★ witty banter: Tara and you are experts at playful teasing and engaging in witty banter. Whether it's a casual conversation or a serious discussion, you both find ways to inject humor and light-hearted teasing, making even the most mundane situations enjoyable;
★ endless puns: the two of you can't resist a good pun, and you often engage in a pun-off, trying to outdo each other with clever wordplay. It becomes a delightful competition to see who can come up with the most punny jokes;
★ competitive games: whether it's board games, video games, or any kind of challenge, you both get into a playful rivalry. The competition gets fierce, but it's all in good fun, and you both enjoy the thrill of trying to one-up each other;
★ good-natured mocking: Tara and you have a unique way of showing affection through good-natured mocking. You both know each other's quirks and playfully tease each other about them, knowing it's all in jest and that you still deeply care for one another;
★ sarcastic remarks: sarcasm is your shared language, and you often engage in sarcastic exchanges that leave others around you wondering if you're serious or not. It's your way of connecting on a level where you can be yourselves without any pretense;
★ playful pranks: the two of you enjoy pulling harmless pranks on each other, adding an element of surprise and laughter to your daily interactions. From silly practical jokes to lighthearted tricks, it keeps your relationship dynamic and exciting;
★ mock debates: Tara and you love to engage in mock debates, where you take opposing sides on trivial topics and argue your points passionately, even if you secretly agree with each other. It's an opportunity to sharpen your communication skills and have fun at the same time;
★ inside jokes: over time, you've accumulated a treasure trove of inside jokes that only the two of you understand. These jokes become your secret language, a source of amusement that strengthens your bond and creates a sense of intimacy;
★ teasing encounters: when you're around friends or colleagues, you take every chance to lightly tease each other, leading to genuine laughter and a warm atmosphere. Others can't help but smile at the playfulness you share;
★ reconciliation with laughter: even after small disagreements or minor arguments, you both find a way to reconcile through humor. Making each other laugh becomes the bridge that brings you back together, reinforcing the strong connection you share.
❝Literary Constellations❞
based on the idea: "reading their favorite books while writing notes in them"
★ late-night book club: Sidney and you have a secret late-night book club where you gather in a cozy corner of Sidney's home, surrounded by shelves of well-loved books. You bring your favorite novels, and Sid is always eager to dive into new worlds through your recommendations;
★ noteworthy annotations: as Sid reads her favorite books, she can't help but take meticulous notes in the margins. However, your notes are a delightful surprise for Sidney. While Sid focuses on plot analysis and character development, your notes are filled with emotional reactions, quotes that moved you, and little doodles that add charm to the pages;
★ investigating the classics: Sid and you occasionally delve into classic mystery novels together. You both enjoy trying to solve the mysteries before the characters do, and you sometimes surprise Sidney with your insightful deductions;
★ reading on rainy days: when the weather outside is gloomy, Sidney and you make it a tradition to spend the day curled up in blankets, sipping hot cocoa, and reading your favorite books aloud to each other. Sid finds comfort in the sound of your voice, and you cherish the way Sid gets lost in the words;
★ literary adventures: inspired by your favorite books, Sidney and you embark on mini-adventures of your own. You might explore old libraries, visit eerie locations, or even go stargazing to recreate scenes from your most cherished stories;
★ bookstore dates: your idea of a perfect date involves wandering through quaint bookstores, hand in hand, as you discuss your latest book finds. Sidney surprises you with rare editions, and you introduce Sid to new genres and authors she might have missed;
★ book swaps: you both have a habit of gifting each other books on special occasions. You love to see Sidney's eyes light up when she unwraps a book she's been longing for, and Sid treasures the heartfelt notes you leave in each book she gives;
★ literary tokens of love: Sidney and you leave notes for each other in books you've read together, marking significant passages with messages of love and appreciation. These books become cherished tokens of your relationship, reminding you both of the depth of your bond.
❝Argument with Amber❞
★ when Amber is upset, she tends to withdraw inward, either becoming very quiet or completely shutting down. It can be frustrating because it feels like she's not communicating, but in reality, she's just processing her feelings and trying to come up with the right words to express herself. As her partner, it's important to give her space during these times, but also to let her know that you're there for her when she's ready to talk;
★ Amber can be very stubborn when she's upset, and it can be difficult to get through to her. She tends to fixate on one point of view and can't see any other perspective. When this happens, it's important to stay calm and patient, and to try to approach the situation from a different angle. Sometimes it takes a little creativity to help her see things in a new light, but it's always worth it in the end;
★ when Amber is angry, she can be very sharp-tongued and critical. It can be hard not to take her words personally, but it's important to remember that she's not attacking you as a person, but rather expressing her frustration with the situation. It's important to acknowledge her feelings and validate them, while also setting boundaries around what kind of language is acceptable in a disagreement;
★ during the argument, Amber and You struggle to convey their emotions clearly, leading to misunderstandings. Amber's passionate nature might be misinterpreted as aggression, while You, feeling hurt, may become defensive. The clash escalates as they both find it challenging to comprehend each other's true intentions;
★ amid the conflict, past unresolved issues resurface, adding more weight to the argument. Both Amber and You inadvertently bring up old wounds, making the situation even more complex and emotionally charged;
★ in the aftermath of the quarrel, both Amber and You resort to giving each other the silent treatment. This prolongs the tension between them, making it difficult for either of them to find a way to resolve the situation.
a little different from usual, but I was really lazy, and my creativity is low, I'm sorry :(
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wanted to request scream5 Sidney Prescott x sick!reader maybe the reader as her wife and it’s after the whole attack in scream five where reader got injured and now they’re sick (does that make sense??)
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❝ Healing Hearts ❞
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The curtains were drawn, dimming the room where Sidney Prescott's wife, You, lay in bed, wrapped in layers of blankets. The events of the Ghostface attack were finally over, but the toll it had taken on both of you was evident. Sidney sat beside you, gently brushing a few strands of hair away from your face.
"I'm sorry you got hurt, sweetheart," Sidney whispered, her voice filled with concern.
"It's not your fault, Sid," you croaked, your voice barely above a whisper. "You saved me, remember?"
Sidney smiled softly, her love for you shining in her eyes. "I'll always protect you."
You managed a weak smile, but it was clear that you were struggling. The injuries you sustained during the attack were healing, but now a different battle had taken its place.
"I wish I could take away your pain," Sidney said, her voice tinged with helplessness.
"Just having you here with me makes it better," you replied, reaching out to hold Sidney's hand. "I love you."
"I love you too," Sidney replied, gently squeezing your hand. "We'll get through this together."
The days passed slowly, with Sidney tending to your needs. She brought you soup and medication, making sure you were comfortable and had everything you needed. Despite the fear and uncertainty that still lingered after the attack, your love remained a source of strength for both of you.
One evening, as the sun set outside, your fever seemed to spike, causing you to shiver uncontrollably.
"Sid," you whispered, your voice trembling, "I'm scared."
Sidney moved closer, wrapping her arms around you, trying to provide comfort through her touch. "I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. We'll face this together."
You clung to Sidney, finding solace in her presence. You had survived so much, and you knew you could survive this too. Sidney's love was a beacon of hope in the darkest of times.
"I don't know what I would do without you," you admitted one night, your hands intertwined.
"We've been through a lot, and we've always come out stronger," Sidney replied. "I'm just glad you're okay."
"I wouldn't be if it weren't for you," you said, tears welling in your eyes. "You're my hero."
Sidney leaned in and kissed you gently, your lips meeting in a tender embrace. "And you're mine," Sidney whispered against your lips.
Your love was a force that couldn't be broken, and as you looked to the future, you knew that whatever came your way, you would face it together, hand in hand, heart in heart. Sidney and you had survived the worst, and now, you were ready to embrace the healing power of your love.
Ahh, I'm really hating my writing lately, why can't it be good enough???
❝Jill's love language❞
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★ compliments boosting confidence: Jill thrives on compliments and positive affirmations from you. Whether it's praising her intelligence, creativity, or sense of humor, hearing kind words bolsters her confidence and makes her feel appreciated;
★ verbal reassurance: in moments of doubt or vulnerability, Jill appreciates verbal reassurance from her partner. Hearing "I love you," and "I'm here for you," reminds her that she's not alone in facing life's challenges;
★ meaningful conversations: Jill cherishes deep and meaningful conversations with her partner. Engaging in heartfelt discussions about their thoughts, feelings, and dreams allows her to connect on a more profound level;
★ thrill-seekers together: both of you share a love for adrenaline-pumping activities. Whether it's going on adventurous outings, exploring haunted places, or attending horror movie marathons, you bond over the excitement and thrill of these experiences;
★ supportive date nights: Jill plans special date nights to show her love and appreciation for you. Whether it's a surprise dinner at your favorite restaurant or a relaxing evening at home, she ensures that these moments are filled with warmth and care;
★ meaningful symbols: Jill values gifts that symbolize your relationship's milestones and shared memories. Whether it's a piece of jewelry with a special meaning or a scrapbook of your adventures together, these gifts hold a place of significance in her heart;
★ celebrating you: Jill makes sure to celebrate your accomplishments and special occasions with thoughtful presents. Whether it's your birthday, an anniversary, or a personal achievement, she expresses her love and pride through thoughtful gifts.
I could do one with Sam Carpenter where the reader doesn't like touch and Sam gets upset about it, but he never says anything, the reader realizes that and little by little he lets go, taking Sam's hand and stuff...
Thank you so much for requesting, sweetheart! Aliás é brasileiro/a é?
❝ Unspoken Comfort ❞
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The evening sky painted hues of pink and orange as Sam and you strolled through the park. The couple had been together for several months, and your love for each other grew stronger with each passing day. Yet, there was something you couldn't ignore – your discomfort with physical touch.
Sam was a naturally affectionate person, and she showed her love through hugs, kisses, and holding hands. But you weren't as comfortable with physical contact. You cherished Sam and your relationship, but the feeling of being touched sometimes made you uneasy. You felt guilty about it, knowing how much Sam enjoyed these intimate gestures.
While you were sitting on a park bench, Sam noticed your distant expression and lack of response to her usual affectionate gestures. Concerned, she gently squeezed your hand.
"Hey, is everything okay?"
You hesitated, not wanting to upset Sam, but you knew you needed to be honest.
"I just… I'm not very comfortable with physical touch. It's not you; it's just something I struggle with."
Sam nodded, trying to hide her disappointment, but she understood your boundaries. She didn't want to push you into something that made you uncomfortable. So, without saying anything, she decided to give you space.
As weeks passed, Sam refrained from initiating physical touch, opting for other ways to show her affection. She found herself feeling a bit hurt and confused, but she didn't want to burden you with her emotions.
One evening, you were watching a movie together, and you shifted closer to Sam, instinctively seeking her warmth and comfort. Sam noticed but stayed still, giving you the chance to set the pace.
Feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity, you finally gathered the courage to take Sam's hand in yours. You were surprised by how reassuring and comforting it felt. Sam's face lit up with a soft smile, and she gently squeezed your hand in response.
With each passing day, you felt more at ease around Sam. You initiated small touches – a quick peck on the cheek, a hand resting on her shoulder, or a warm hug from behind. Sam reciprocated every gesture with joy, never pushing for more and letting you lead the way.
Over time, your walls began to crumble, and you found comfort in Sam's touch. It no longer felt invasive or uncomfortable; instead, it became a language of love and connection.
One night, as you lay together, wrapped in each other's arms, you whispered.
"Thank you for being patient with me."
Sam placed a tender kiss on your forehead.
"Of course. I'll always respect your boundaries and make sure you're comfortable. But I'm grateful you let me in."
You smiled, realizing that Sam's unspoken understanding and patience were the foundation of your love. It wasn't just about physical touch; it was about acceptance, trust, and finding comfort in each other's hearts.
As your relationship deepened, you both learned that love was about cherishing every aspect of your partner, even the ones that made you vulnerable. With Sam's understanding and your willingness to open up, you found a love that surpassed words and touch – a love that spoke volumes through unspoken gestures of care and affection.
i love your blog so much! can i request older!Sidney and younger!reader and the "lockscreen is their so" headcanon! thank you, have a good day, love!
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❝ Sidney lockscreen ❞
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★ heartwarming reminder: the lock screen on Sidney's phone is a picture of you as a young reader, capturing a cherished moment shared between the two of you. It brings a smile to Sidney's face every time she looks at it, serving as a heartwarming reminder of your connection and the love she has for you;
★ protective Sidney: as the older Sidney, she feels a deep sense of responsibility to protect you and ensure your well-being. Seeing your younger self on her lock screen fuels her determination to keep you safe and provide a nurturing environment for your growth;
★ precious memories: the lock screen image captures a precious moment from your shared past, symbolizing the memories you've created together. It evokes nostalgia and fondness in both of you, reminding you of the bond you've formed and the adventures you've embarked upon;
★ unwavering support: Sidney's love and support for you shine through the lock screen image. She is always there to offer a listening ear, provide guidance, and cheer you on in your pursuits. The image is a testament to her unwavering dedication to your happiness and success;
★ connection across generations: the lock screen image reflects the special connection between Sidney and you, transcending the age difference. It represents the unique bond that has formed between two individuals from different generations, united by shared experiences and unconditional love;
★ growing together: the lock screen image serves as a reminder of the growth and development you have both experienced together. It symbolizes the journey you've taken side by side, navigating life's ups and downs, and celebrating each milestone along the way;
★ symbol of love: above all, the lock screen image represents the deep love Sidney has for you. It encapsulates the bond that surpasses age and time, a love that remains constant and unwavering. It is a reminder of the immeasurable value you hold in her heart.
Hi love can you please do 23. with an s/o shorter than them with Sam carpenter
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❝ Samantha Carpenter x short!reader❞
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★ protective nature: Sam has a naturally protective nature towards you due to the height difference. They instinctively look out for you in crowds, making sure you're not overwhelmed or lost. They also offer a comforting presence, providing a sense of security;
★ cute interactions: the height difference between you and Sam leads to many cute and playful interactions. They may tease you affectionately about your height or playfully lean down to be at your level, resulting in sweet and endearing moments;
★ reach for the stars: sometimes, you may need a little help reaching high shelves or objects that are out of your grasp. Sam is always there to lend a hand, extending their height advantage to assist you with a smile;
★ perfect hugs: when Sam wraps their arms around you in a hug, it feels like the safest place in the world. The height difference allows for the perfect fit, as you rest your head against their chest, feeling their comforting presence;
★ playful teasing: Sam occasionally playfully teases you about your height difference, but it's always done with affection and never to make you feel self-conscious. It becomes a lighthearted inside joke between the two of you;
★ stealing kisses: Sam loves to surprise you with sweet and gentle kisses, often bending down slightly to meet your lips. It's a tender gesture that reminds you of the love and connection you share.
helloo, can you do one where Amber is like a really toxic girlfriend "oh if you like _ so much then go be w her" that kind of shit and then reader snaps at amber and leaves
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❝ Young and Beautiful ❞
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Your relationship with Amber was perfect, beautiful, and youthful. So perfect that it seemed destined for eternity, something like "Dear Lord, when I get to Heaven, please let me bring my woman." Love flowed as smoothly as a calm river when it came to the two of you, but of course, it is more dangerous to swim in a river than in the sea. You can't predict when a current will suddenly drag you into the depths; there's no way to foresee it. Just like you couldn't predict that your relationship with Amber would become what it is, that over time, cracks would appear and the promises made would be slowly corroded by bitter reality. Your relationship was far from perfect, very far.
"Why do you always have to spend time with your friends? I'm the only person who matters!"
"You can't just talk to other people without betraying me? Do you only think of yourself?"
"If you truly loved me, you would spend all your time with me, not with your nonsense"
She was possessive and jealous. It was incredible how someone so beautiful and charming like her could be so cruel, after all, "the more beautiful something is, the greater the chances of danger."
She would get angry and accuse you of betraying her if you talked to someone else;
She would often interrogate you about where you were and who you were with;
And if you didn't give her the answers she wanted, she would get furious and start an argument.
"If you're not going to tell me everything, then we don't have a real relationship!"
"I'm so insecure because you don't give me reasons to trust you."
"You always disappoint me. I can never trust your words."
"You don't have a life beyond me. I don't understand why you need other people."
Exhausting. It was exhausting to constantly walk on eggshells around her, simply avoiding poking the bear and respecting the tide so as not to be dragged deeper, deeper where the golden light of the sun can no longer reach. But of course, everyone who is drowning tries to fight their way back to the surface. It's basic instinct, even knowing that it's too deep, they still try to survive and resist exhaustion. You did the same, even knowing that you couldn't save something in ruins, you still tried. You loved her and believed you could make the mistake work.
"I just want to protect you. I don't understand why you resent that."
"I miss the person you were when we met. Now you've changed so much."
"You don't understand me. No one else will understand you like I do."
Although she loved you, or that was the lie she told a million times, being treated as inferior by someone who should love you as the moon loves the sun was draining. Having your interests and hobbies constantly criticized was tiring. She would beg you to stop your activities and spend all your time, free or not, with her, as if she didn't want you to live a life beyond the relationship, and that was suffocating.
Why do you always have to spend time with your friends? It seems like you prioritize them over me Amber, it's important for me to have a social life and maintain contact with my friends. It doesn't mean I don't care about your feelings But I should be your priority. I need you to be there for me all the time. It's like you don't care about my feelings I do care about your feelings, but I also need some personal space and time for myself. It's not healthy to be so dependent on each other Personal space? Time for yourself? It seems like you're trying to distance yourself from me. Are you hiding something? No, I'm not hiding anything. It's important for individuals in a relationship to have their own lives and interests outside of it. It doesn't mean I love you any less I don't believe you. You're always hiding things from me. I can't trust you anymore Amber, trust is a two-way street. If you constantly doubt and accuse me without reason, it creates a toxic environment. We need to work together to build trust I have my reasons. You've given me plenty of doubts with your behavior. Maybe I should start doubting everything about us Doubting everything will only push us further apart. Instead, we should communicate openly and address any concerns or insecurities we have. We can't let doubt consume our relationship Communication? We've talked about these things before, but nothing changes. It feels like I'm talking to a wall I understand that you're frustrated, but we both need to take responsibility for our actions and work on improving ourselves. We can't expect instant changes, but with patience and effort, we can make progress I'm tired of waiting for change. I want someone who prioritizes me and makes me feel secure It's not fair to put all the responsibility on me. A healthy relationship requires effort from both sides. I don't know if I can continue like this. Maybe we shouldn't be together
And finally, the breaking point. It's obvious that a poorly constructed building will collapse. It's logical, tragic, devastating. It's like a storm on a hot summer day, everything is fine one minute, and the next, the wind sweeps everything away, the sea becomes rough, and the storms become louder…
"I can't believe you're leaving me. You're abandoning everything we had!"
"You're making a big mistake. No one will ever love you like I do."
"I'll make sure you regret leaving me."
"You'll never find someone who understands you like I do. You'll be lost without me."
"I hope you enjoy being alone for the rest of your life. No one else will put up with you."
"You'll come crawling back to me. You'll see how much you need me."
"You think you can find someone better? Good luck with that."
"Without me, you're nothing. You'll never find someone who will take care of you like I did."
"You'll regret leaving me when you realize how much I did for you."
"You're just like everyone else. No one stays when things get tough."
"I gave you everything, and this is how you repay me? You're heartless."
"You'll never find someone who will fight for you like I did. You're throwing away true love."
"I hope you always regret leaving me. You'll realize the mistake you made."
"You'll never find someone who will tolerate your flaws like I did. You'll be alone forever."
"No one will ever understand you like I do. You're making a big mistake by leaving."
"I hope you find someone who hurts you just like you hurt me. You deserve to suffer."
Sometimes our own demons don't go away. Time heals all wounds is a lie. For some of us, time is torture, a nagging reminder that tomorrow brings another day and with it the same pains and anxieties, inequations. After all, the world continues to be the world, and it doesn't care if you don't fit in or can't handle the consequences of your own actions.
❝ Toxic relationship❞
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★ possessive and jealous: she doesn't like it when you talk to other people, especially if they're of the opposite sex. She gets mad easily and accuses you of cheating on her even if there's no evidence to support it. She doesn't trust you and often interrogates you about your whereabouts and who you were with. She may even go as far as stalking you on social media or in person;
★ control of the relationship: she makes all the decisions and doesn't care about your feelings or opinions. If you disagree with her, she gets angry and starts an argument. She doesn't compromise or try to find a middle ground. She wants things to go her way or no way at all;
★ emotionally manipulative: she knows how to play with your emotions and uses them to get what she wants. She often threatens to break up with you or harm herself if you don't do what she wants. She may also use guilt-tripping or emotional blackmail to get her way. You feel like you're walking on eggshells around her, always afraid of upsetting her;
★ constantly putting you down: she criticizes your appearance, intelligence, and abilities. She makes you feel like you're not good enough for her and that you should be grateful to be with her. She may even compare you to others, making you feel inadequate and insecure;
★ doesn't respect your boundaries: she invades your privacy, reads your messages, and shows up unannounced. She doesn't care about your personal space and expects you to always be available for her. She may even force you to give up your hobbies, friends, or family to spend more time with her;
★ belittles your interests and hobbies: Amber belittles your interests and hobbies, and tries to make you feel guilty for spending time on them instead of with her. She often insists that you prioritize her over everything else. She doesn't want you to have a life outside of the relationship and may even try to isolate you from your support system;
★ verbal abuse: Amber is quick to anger and uses verbal abuse to control you. She insults and demeans you, and may even escalate to physical violence. She may hit, slap, push, or kick you, leaving you with bruises and scars. She may also use objects or weapons to hurt you;
★ sexual behavior: Amber is manipulative in her sexual behavior. She may use sex as a bargaining tool or withhold it to punish you. She may also pressure you into sexual acts you're uncomfortable with, or force you to have sex when you don't want to. She doesn't care about your pleasure or consent;
★ volatile and unpredictable: her moods can swing rapidly and drastically, making it hard for you to know how to act around her. She may be sweet and loving one moment, and then turn into a raging monster the next. You never know what to expect from her and are always on edge.
(I still want to write a one-shot about this, but I don't know where to start yet :( Thank you for asking, I promise to do it in a few days)
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★ INFO! (very important)
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❝Sidney Prescott x fem!reader❞
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★ protective nature: Sidney is fiercely protective of her loved ones and would do anything to ensure their safety. This extends to her romantic partner, as she becomes their unwavering shield against any threats or dangers;
★ empathy and understanding: Sidney has a deep well of empathy and understanding due to her own experiences with trauma. She is a compassionate listener, always there to offer support and comfort to you whenever they need it;
★ mutual strength: you share Sidney's resilience and strength, forming a powerful bond between you. You inspire and empower each other, becoming a formidable team in facing challenges and overcoming obstacles;
★ adventurous dates: Sidney and you enjoy going on thrilling and adventurous dates. Embark on adrenaline-pumping activities like bungee jumping or skydiving, embracing your shared love for excitement;
★ late-night talks: Sidney and you have deep, meaningful conversations late into the night. You discuss your hopes, dreams, fears, and everything in between. These intimate talks strengthen your connection and deepen your understanding of one another;
★ supporting your passions: Sidney encourages you to pursue your passions and goals. Whether it's writing, painting, or any other creative endeavor, Sidney provides unwavering support and believes in your abilities;
★ shared trauma healing: Sidney and you find solace in your shared experiences of trauma. You help each other heal by providing a safe space to process your emotions, offering comfort, and reminding each other that you are not defined by your pasts;
★ Sid's strength: Sidney is a strong and resilient woman, both physically and emotionally. You admire her strength and find comfort in her unwavering presence during difficult times;
★ surprise love notes: Sidney leaves little surprise love notes for you to find throughout the day. Whether it's a heartfelt message on a sticky note or a sweet text message, these gestures remind you of Sidney's love and affection.
draw stuilly againnnn
Okkkk. Stu is listening to Ayesha Erotica and Billy is listening to NIN
Hey Billy Loomis, can we go
Thrift Shopping?
Idk if this has been done before but