! 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐔𝐏𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐃𝐀𝐘 & 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘 | 𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐌 𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐄𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 ! 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐋𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐜. 𝐋𝐨𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬. 𝐍𝐨 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐬 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 - 𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧. 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐚. 𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐏𝐢𝐭𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝... 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐚'𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐩, 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 - 𝐈𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢

The phone rings, and the ringing remains for a few moments, echoing in the house. "A phone call, at this hour?" You get up from your place on the couch, your feet hitting the cold floor. You finally make it to the kitchen. Upon answering the phone, your ear is pressed against the phone, and you hear a voice like gravel speak on the other end. "𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬... 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙧..." ------------------- Hey Guys! I'm back with another FF. Stu Macher x Reader x Billy Loomis Rankings: #1 Ghostface x reader - 7/27/25 #4 scream1996 - 6/9/25 #1 Woodsboro - 10/31/25 #10 stumacherxreader - 6/2/25 #2 scream - 6/9/25 #2 billyloomisxreader - 8/9/25

❝ 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭. ❞ (𝐏𝐫𝐞-𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝟏) (𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟑 - 𝟏𝟗𝟏𝟖) (𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐟𝐞𝐦 𝐨𝐜 𝐱 𝐓𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐛𝐲) 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃: 𝟐𝟑.𝟎𝟔.𝟐𝟑 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐃: 𝟏𝟑.𝟏𝟎.𝟐𝟑

Faye Scamander was never dangerous. She was the girl who handed out biscuits like blessings, chatted with portraits, rescued injured creatures, and left wildflowers on desks simply because it felt kind. And somehow, Draco Malfoy noticed her anyway. Draco had been raised in a castle of cold rules and colder expectations. Faye had grown up in a cottage overflowing with warmth and wonder. He had been taught that softness was weakness. She had been raised to believe that softness saved people. They should have stayed worlds apart. Instead, they kept colliding-his armour against her gentleness, his silence against her small-magic courage. And somewhere between a flower she gave him, a biscuit he pretended not to want, and the moments they lingered without meaning to- everything shifted. Because some spells were loud and destructive. But the ones that changed a life? They were always the small things no one saw coming

Six years ago, Blanchard Collins packed her bags, boarded a bus to Houston, and never looked back. She left behind her abusive father, the town that never forgave her for speaking her mind, and Rueben Bailey, the boy who broke her heart the night before they were supposed to run away together. Now twenty-four, Blanchard returns home with her five-year-old daughter, Willow, and a dying mother who's asked for one final thing-her presence. But coming home means facing the ghosts she thought she'd buried, including the man she's never truly stopped loving. Rueben "Benny" Bailey did what his family expected. Stayed, took over the farm, and proposed to the girl everyone said was right for him. But when Blanchard walks back into church with a little girl who looks just like him, everything he's built starts to fall apart.

After spending most of her life surrounded by the noise and chaos of the big city, Winnie Grant found herself yearning for something quieter-something real. When the restlessness became too loud to ignore, she did the unthinkable: she quit her job, packed away the pieces of her old life, and accepted a new position in Red Lodge, Montana-a small town where everyone knew everyone, and secrets traveled faster than the wind. As the city skyline disappeared in her rearview mirror, Winnie could only hope she was making the right choice. Her new home was everything she hadn't realized she needed-quiet, quaint, and surrounded by the kind of stillness that made her both uneasy and comforted. After a few days of settling in, curiosity (and perhaps a touch of loneliness) led her to the local bar-a warm, wood-paneled place that smelled faintly of pine and spilled whiskey. That was where she met him. Sheriff Ben Langley. The man everyone in town seemed to know, and more than a few wished would so much as glance their way. Steady, reserved, and impossibly grounded in this small-town life-he was the last kind of man Winnie expected to notice her. But that night, under the soft glow of the bar's lights, it was the newcomer-the woman with city eyes and a quiet kind of courage-who caught his attention.