Okay. I Have Three Fics To Work On In The Morning, It's Currently 10:30 Here (EST) And I Need To Go To

I know it's not much but I recently passed 100 notes on my billy loomis smut... I just wanna say, YALL SOME WHORES!! the smut fic, man. really?!?

I mean my first fic which was poly cassie and maddy passed 90 too and I'm so happy

but anyways, I dont think yall know how much it means when u guys comment or reblog my works, or like even spam liking, it means so fucking much especially since I started writing on this blog not even a week ago

I'm so thankful for all of you <33

(this includes all and any jackass and jackass presents movies, too <3)

Fezco imagine where reader is a a bad bitchhhh ( almost like Maddy) she takes matters in her own hands and doesn’t bite her tongue. I feel like that would complement fezcos chill and quiet personality.

honestly I love this idea..

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! reader is a bad bitch, kissing, pda?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended. a bit short

fezco x fem!reader

you and fez met in highschool, in tenth grade.

you immediately hit it off, you expressed your interest in his.. 'occupation' and he liked that you were bold and outspoken.

he was quiet and reserved, and you were loud and weren't afraid to speak your mind.

it was a match made in heaven, man!

you met ash late into tenth grade, when fezco finally decided to let you meet him. he was always reluctant to let you meet ash, he thought it got you too involved in his shit, he didnt want you to get hurt because of him.

you quickly took a liking to the young boy, basically taking him in as your own.

soon enough, you and fez were seen everywhere together

every time someone went over to his house, you were there

when he went to get groceries, you were with him, holding the list.

when you went anywhere, fezco was always there, watching over your shoulder

he liked to protect you, you were bound to have some enemies. someone had to be out to get you, it wasnt possible for nobody to hate you with how often you openly disagree with people.

but, surprisingly, people left you alone. maybe they were scared of you, you two were a pretty scary pair, after all.

soon enough, people started asking if you were dating.

you weren't, so it always caught you off guard, no matter how many times people asked.

eventually, fezco realized he had feelings for you.

he always knew he felt differently about you, but he always thought it was in a friendly way.

yeah, he was way off.

actually, he had been in love with you for months.

and it turns out, you had been in love with him too.

you didnt know it though, if you did, you would have told him, even if it would have had bad consequences

it didnt though..

here's how it went,

"fez, I love you". you two were sitting on his couch, watching an episode of a show the both of you loved. he turned to look at you, not actually paying attention to you. you were focused on the tv, suddenly extremely nervous. you didnt like the feeling, it felt like you had food poisoning or something. "yeah, I love you too, y/n". you sighed and rolled your eyes, turning to look at him with a deadpan face. "I dont think you understand, I'm in love with you, like, actually." his face wilted into confusion, tilting his head as if asking you if you were serious. "wait.. like, actually?" you scoffed and rolled your eyes again, looking back to the tv. "yes, like,actually, fezco."

you watched through the corner of your eye as he smiled, looking you up and down a few times. your brows furrowed, was he seriously checking you out right now? "shit.. you serious?" you scoffed and stood up, walking towards the front door. "wait, wait, no, dont leave.. fuck, I love you too, y/n". you looked back at him to see him standing with a worried look on his face, it was odd to see him like this, it wasnt really 'fezco behavior'. you were too focused on his behavior to understand what he was doing or what he said prior, but the next thing you knew, his hands were on your hips, pulling you towards him and his lips were on yours.

after that, you and him were somehow together more often than before.

when he sat down, you were always sitting next to him or on his lap.

you were always at his house, practically abandoning your own.

everyone said you shouldn't be together, that you were too different.

you didn't think so, though.

you two were perfect.

okay the whole time i was watching the curve i was like hm. if euphoria was made in the nineties matthew actually could've played nate amazingly 😭 and then i sat and reflected on my taste and opinions 😭😭😭

wait

...

....wait..

wait a minute.....

amy I think ur on to something

I honestly hate nate cause he is a dick and I dont think he's attractive but...

if matthew played him I would be all over that dick im not even gonna lie I wouldn't care if he's a bitch 😭😭

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

they don’t make ‘em like this anymore mane

heart eyes

please oh please give me stu macher content I'll take anything please

I'll love you forever <3333

p.s be my moot >:(

😁🤘

i am in SUCH a stu mood atm he is my life my soul my everything so here's my special boy... also idk what a moot is and at this point im afraid to ask 😭

playing video games (stu macher x reader blurb)

CONTENT: gender neutral reader, stu being stu

‘What’s this? Is this Street Fighter again?’ The tip of Stu’s tongue was resting over his top lip in  a rare display of concentration. ‘Nah, that’s at the arcade. This is some game Randy picked up. He got it off some guy in Sacramento.’ ‘How’d you score it? What’d you trade?’ ‘A night with you.’

You rolled your eyes. ‘Thanks, John Hughes.’ You extended your leg, pulling the CD case back towards you. ‘What did you really do?’ ‘Threatened his friends and family.’ ‘Does that include me? I didn’t think you valued… what even is this, Tekken, over me. This game sucks anyway.’

‘Aw, does it? I think someone’s a sore loser. How about a rematch?’ You let the flimsy plastic controller idly hang from your hands. ‘Absolutely not. This controller’s shit. How about you let me be player one?’ You batted your eyelashes.

‘My house, my rules, babe. I get to be player one.’ ‘You know you’ll lose. Disadvantaging me because you can’t take the heat. Poor sportsmanship.’

‘Here.’ He dangled his controller in front of you. As you reached for it, he pulled his arm back. ‘You can have it on one condition.’ ‘And that is?’ ‘You sit on my lap, and I’ll let you practice with it for a bit.’ ‘Do I get to versus you with it?’ 

You shuffled over, sitting on Stu’s lap. He lightly nibbled your helix before continuing. ‘You get to practice with the good controller, and we’ll see if you can beat me with the other one.’ ‘That’s two conditions. Hey wait, that’s not even what I’m after.’ 

‘If you don’t love Stu, you can get off his lap.’ ‘You know just how to make me feel guilty, don’t you?’ ‘Or you could sit and play. Or,’ his hands rested on your thighs, ‘I could add some more conditions if you get what I'm saying.’

You tilted your head back to look at the man. ‘I think I’ll let the professional decide what’s best for me.’ ‘Aye aye captain.’ His eyes lit up as he pulled you into an intense kiss, both of you choosing to forget about the game.

I'm in love.

these eyes were made for lookin’ at you (only you) ; simon “ghost” riley.

pairing simon “ghost” riley x f!reader word count 5.6k synopsis simon riley didn’t ask to be a hero, but he finds himself wanting to be yours. content contains hints to human traff/icking (not explicit), breeding kink, belly bulge, size difference, pet names/terms of endearment (pretty girl, baby, love, darling, sweetheart), soft!ghost, obsessive!ghost, domesticity, mutual pining, praise kink, probably ooc!ghost but the man is absolutely whipped for you, clothed sex (his uniform is on), minor depictions of violence

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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."

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?!?!??!