Two years. No mysteries. No late-night snacks. No laughs with the gang...and definitely no Shaggy Rogers. Sherry Winthrop thought she'd moved on-until a mysterious invitation drags her back to Spooky Island, where the only thing more dangerous than the island's secrets is the pull she feels toward the guy she's been secretly missing for years. Old sparks, new mysteries, and a whole lot of stolen glances...love might just be the trickiest mystery of all. -- Shaggy Rogers x Female OC Scooby Doo: Live Action

"I need you to watch over this child I'm taking care of." The Innkeeper's eyebrows raised at the request. "Oh? For what reason?" "I need to find a job. Can't take him with me, and I can't leave him alone," Din explained curtly. "Can you watch over him until I get back?" "Well, I don't know if I'm equipped to watch him," she chortled as she waved a hand over her eyes. "But I'll keep him out of trouble. Where is he?" "He's in a carrier, it will follow you," he said, pushing a few buttons on his vambrace, moving the pram to behind the desk. "And does this child have a name or shall I call him Mando Jr?" Din breathed out a laugh at that. "No, he doesn't. He's just. . . the child." The Innkeeper pursed her lips at that, but shrugged. "Your child. Your business. Take care of your job, Mandalorian. I got him. Just come straight to the back when you're done."

"all I do is ruin things, it's all I'm good at.. I don't want to add you to that list." I looked down, but he spoke up again. "It would be an honour to be ruined by you." AP soysawce 2017

"𝖳𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋 𝗂𝗌 𝖨'𝗆 𝖽𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖺𝗉𝖺𝗋𝗍... 𝖨'𝗆 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝖼𝗁 𝗒𝖺. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗆𝗒 𝗄𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗈𝖿 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍."

'Do you remember me when the rain gathers?' Quiet, tall and slightly awkward in the way that made you think twice before looking away. But when he played, God, when he played. It was like the room listened. Music is the language he speaks most fluently, half improvised chords, half unspoken thoughts. Too sharp to be forgettable, too soft to demand attention. He didn't expect to be heard. He was never meant to be seen. And then Eden saw him anyway. (This story is entirely fictional, inspired by the music of Sleep Token. Told from dual perspectives - the 'man behind the mask' of Vessel. And Eden - the FMC. It explores a narrative detached from real-life identities or events. No real identities/names are ever mentioned or discussed. The events that happen are completely fictional. Everything within is purely a product of imagination.)

Sequel to PsYcHoPaThS Does she forgive him and began a secret relastionship with Stu Macher, the boy who tried to kill her?

Stu Macher x Prescott! Reader [Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Scream or it's characters. I only own my character (the reader) and the dialog I make up] Murder was something you only saw on the news, it was never something that happened to you. But when it did happen, your whole life turns into a bad horror film. At least that's what happened to my sister and I. Hi, my name's y/n Prescott and this is the story of how mine and my sister's lives changed seemingly over night. So sit down, get comfortable, hell maybe even grab some popcorn. This is going to be one killer story.

After an anonymous killer guts two high school lovers, a mysterious rise in fear and rumors rise in a peaceful Californian town. A killer starts murdering high school teenagers. And a young teenage girl, an eccentric and dramatic cop and a selfish reporter trying to investigate the murders. A strange number of events starts to happen around Woodsboro and the people of the small town start to worry. A group of friends including: An accused killer A suspicious boyfriend A horror movie geek A traumatized daughter A slutty friend And you Stu x Reader 1 IN SCREAM! 1 IN STU MACHER All characters except for y/n belong to the movie Scream and it's producers; Wes Craven Continues into Scream 2 and 3

He calls her "little rabbit." She should have run. Instead, she left the door unlocked. Harlow's always been the quiet girl. Dark minded, invisible, a little too obsessed with slasher films. So when the calls start, she thinks it's a prank. But the voice on the line knows everything. What she's wearing. What she dreams about. What she wants. He doesn't just watch. He hunts. And now that she's been seen, there's no going back. Blood on her lips. Bruises on her thighs. Harlow was never meant to be the final girl... She was made to be his. _______________ A dark, obsessive, and twisted slasher novella about a girl who stops fearing the monster... and starts becoming one. Please read the trigger warnings at the beginning of the book! Your mental health matters 🖤