Poly!maddie And Cassie X Reader

HIIIII so ive had an abnormal amount of motivation recently, and that's come because of the jackass show and movies.

SO naturally, I want to write.

PLEASE. I need asks. so bad.

I have a prompt list, list of who i write for right now is in the tags, i dont know if anon is available because im on mobile so i apologize for that

normal blog rules apply

hi!! loved your poly cassie x maddy x fem!reader hcs. super cute! could you maybe do prompts 86, 110, and 125 for them please?

ahh thanks! I can!!

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 86. 110. 125.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! sick gals, cussing, nothing new

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! I had so much fun writing this! on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, unedited, double periods intended

poly!maddy and cassie x sick!fem!reader

it was winter, the week before christmas and maddy was sick. it sucked.

you and cassie had to sit at maddy's house every day taking care of her, making sure she ate enough and making sure she was hydrated

but you weren't allowed to kiss her.

it fucking sucked.

every day you would try to kiss her, trying to convince her you wouldn't get sick because of one kiss

the least she could do was give you her sweater.

so she did!

it was cold out, really fucking cold. you were sitting on maddy's bed with her next to you. your hand was placed gently on her thigh, rubbing small circles with your fingers. cassie was next to you, playing with the ends of your hair and humming a tune. maddy coughed into her elbow before groaning and falling back onto her pillows. you didnt mind winter, but it wasnt like you 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 the cold to travel through the walls and attack you. you were freezing. the heat was on, but you could still feel the cold air from outside. sure, it was only around 50 degrees out, but it was way too cold. you weren't ready for the cold weather that this year brought with the winter season.

"hey maddy?" she looked over you and hummed in response, tilting her head as a way to say 'yes?'. "𝘄𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗶𝗳 𝗜 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗿𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿? 𝗜𝘁 𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂". her face turns even more red than it was before and she giggles before nodding her head and taking her sweater off. "you know, you could have just said you're cold". you gasped, pretending to be offended. "I am 𝘯𝘰𝘵 cold!" she laughed at you and muttered a 'sure', dragging out the 'U'. she handed you the sweater that she took off a minute ago and watched as you put it over your head, thinking about how much she loves you.

the next day at school, you couldn't stop sneezing.

maddy didnt know, she was at home still

but cassie was worried

she couldn't take care of the both of you on her own!

"y/n, I mean it. you need to drink something, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽!" you gave her a look and turned away, not wanting to admit that you're getting sick. you muttered an 'I'm fine' before getting up from your seat at the lunch table and almost falling over, before walking up to a vending machine and getting two bottles of water, one for you and one for cassie. you handed her the water and "got you a water". you sat back in your spot next to cassie and leaned your head on her shoulder.

a couple days later, you, cassie, and maddy were on your bed, the girls laying on either side of you with maddy on your right.

you were all high, each having smoked a joint (that you didnt share, dont share a j with sick people!)

you and cassie were laughing at something maddy said when cassie started coughing

"I'm not sick! I swear, I got checked at the doctors the other day!"

yeah right.

you believed her, but the next day, it happened again

you and cassie were on your bed, maddy was sitting on the floor in front of it, facing away from you. you were braiding her hair and cassie was laying next to you on her stomach. suddenly, she sneezed a couple times. "jesus, cass, you sure you're not sick?" her eyes went wide and she shook her head. "I'm not, I keep telling you!" you laughed at her behavior and rolled your eyes playfully. "yeah right, 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗮 𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗮𝗿."

soon enough, maddy gets better, then you, and then cassie.

it took you forever but you got better. very slowly, of course.

maybe dont take maddy's sweater next time.

With the school season closing in for me, I’m back to being tired all the time and incredibly angry. Why? Teenagers need nine hours of sleep. Most people need to wake up at 5:00-6:00 to get to school on time. Maybe that doesn’t sound too bad to you, but let me break it down a bit. 

School ends at 2:20. From personal experience, I’m going to say people take around 15-30 minutes to get home. The average teenager then spends 2.7-3.5 hours a day on homework. Also, there’s a “recommended” amount of homework, and for high schoolers it’s around 2 hours. Where am I going with this? Most people finish school and homework by around 6:00. 

Oh, that’s not that bad. Really? Remember how I said that we need 9 hours of sleep and that we need to get up at around 5:30 to get to school on time? In order to do that, one has to sleep at 8:30. 

8:30. And we finish school and the associated work by 6:00. That gives us 2 and a half hours of leisure time. Two and a half hours of leisure time. 

I also just want to say, this is a little off-the-top-of-my-head, so the numbers might be a tad arbitrary, but people also need time for dinner (20 min), bathing (10 min), grabbing a snack after school (5 min), and in my (and most Muslims’) case, time for four daily prayers (40 min total). For me, that takes another 1 hour and 15 minutes from my leisure time. For people that don’t pray, that still takes around 35 minutes total. Where does that put us? 1:15-1:55 hours of leisure time. 

The thing is, nobody actually sleeps at 8:30. Teenagers aren’t wired to sleep that early, because our brains don’t start producing melatonin until 11:00. That’s looking like only 5.5 hours of sleep, then, and only 5 hours of leisure time. I don’t want to research the effects of sleep deprivation a ton right now, but I think everyone knows that a lack of sleep is really bad for you. It’s especially bad for teens, since our brains aren’t fully developed. We’re more likely to be depressed, anxious, unmotivated, and unfocused because of it. And we still don’t have a decent work-sleep-play balance. 

 I just think it’s fucked up. There’s no way to win in this situation. I don’t really have a fun, strong, rally together conclusion. This whole thing is written badly, anyway, because I’m sleep deprived. But yeah. Fuck the school system. 

[Edit: This blew up a lot more than I expected it to. This was mostly a rant about my school in particular, but as people in the notes have said, extracurriculars and jobs make this worse. Some schools also end a lot later than my school. I don’t have any official evidence to back this up or anything, but I’m 90% sure that this is a lot worse for low-income families where people legitimately need to have jobs after school to make ends meet. Also, I have ADHD which means that for me, homework usually takes a lot longer than three hours. And my ADHD is medicated. Homework can take ages for unmedicated ADHD folks.]

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Chew On My Heart

a stu macher x fem!reader one shot requested by the lovely anon who wanted a pining Stu

pairing: Stu Macher x fem!reader word count: 5.6k (I’m sorry it’s so long I get carried away) warnings: s m u t (18+!!!!!!!!), longing, fluff, some angst I guess. you wanted a pining stu? here he is. 

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I wanna be in your touch, sleep is so tough You’re burning up my mind What would it feel like if you tore me apart? Come on chew on my heart Come on chew on my heart

Billy had been clear about sticking to the fucking plan and Stu, for the most part, was okay with it. More than okay with it, he was happy to oblige. Hell, he’d even come up with a few of his own ideas of just how they were going to go about that fateful night and how it was all going to point to Mister Prescott as the deranged serial killer.

But, like most plans, there was bound to be some bumps along the way. Snags, of sorts, that they were forced to strategize around in order to make the night go accordingly. For the most part, they were easy enough to navigate and simple enough to overlook depending on how insignificant of a detail they were.

But, there was one snag that neither Billy nor Stu had anticipated. One snag that Stu in particular, couldn’t quite fathom.

You.

You weren’t supposed to fucking be there.

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"no spam liking" stfu that's how i know my mutuals are alive smh

okay. I have three fics to work on in the morning, it's currently 10:30 here (EST) and i need to go to bed

for anyone wondering, the fics are a cassie fic, a maddy fic, and a ghostface fic! just to get yall a little hyped... anyways

I willlllll be reopening requests once I get these done, I just got home from a week long trip to visit family so i have some time on my hands before college starts back up.

thank u to all my followers :)

HEY!! Can you do 63 with billy loomis

ABSOLUTELY I CAN!! & thank you for being my first request from my promts :) ily!

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒! 63.

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒! kissing, gets a little steamy? billy cheating on sid, what's new?

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒! I went for like, a 7 minutes in heaven type thing? the prompt just gives me that kinda vibe. im on mobile, format might be weird. lowercase intended, double periods intended. reader is wearing a sexy dress costume ? so kinda fem coded

billy x gn!reader

it was officially halloween

which meant lots of parties for you and your friends

you, tatum, and sidney were on your way to a costume party at stu's house

you were wearing a sexy killer costume, covered In corn syrup and red dye, with a 'bloody' fake knife impaling your stomach.

well, really it was just impaling your dress.. you had the knife attached to a strap underneath it that went around your waist.

after you got there, someone decided it would be a good idea to play seven minutes in heaven

it was you, sidney, billy, tatum, stu, and a couple others that you didnt know.

randy had run off somewhere with a girl, named jessica maybe?

or was it jennifer?

who knows.

anyways, you were in a circle with the others, an empty vodka bottle that you all had recently emptied sat in the middle

someone reached out to spin it

it was tatum spinning, she landed on some random guy you didnt know

stu shrugged, not caring who she went in with

a few minutes pass, and now it's your turn

so, you spun the bottle, and-

billy?

seriously?

whatever

you stood up, looking to sid, and she nodded at you in reassurance

were you really gonna do this? go into a dark closet with billy fucking loomis? the guy you've had a crush on since like, fifth grade?! oh my god, you're so screwed.

he stood up and walked over to you, grabbing your hand and leading you into the dark closet. after you closed the door, the only light that could be seen was light from the hallway, coming from under the door. you took a deep breath as billy stepped closer to you. there wasnt much space in the closet to begin with, so he was pressed up against you. you try to back up, but your butt hit the wall. you sighed, leaning your head back against the wall.

"you know, y/n, I've always had a thing for you". you looked back at him with wide eyes, expecting him to laugh at you and say it was a joke, but he didnt. he chuckled and placed his hand on your face, before leaning in and kissing you hungrily. you pulled away, still thinking he was joking. "y/n, I'm serious. I like you. a lot". you exhaled, leaning your head back once again. billy took his chance, attaching his lips to your neck, kissing gently but it was still enough to leave marks. you let out a breathy moan and taking his hand in yours.

he pulls away, leaving you with an empty feeling and bruises on your neck. he smirks at you before speaking. "jesus, 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵 𝗯𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝗲𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗯𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴."

sidney opened the door, interrupting you and you covered your neck with the sweater you were wearing.

she still saw, though.

she was pissed at you and billy, but you didnt care.

new ask game for anyone who write fics: anonymously or not send an ask with one line from something I’ve written that really stood out to you or lingered with you

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?!?!??!