#billy loomis angst

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late night

summary: your boyfriend visits you after your stressful week, only to find you asleep. will that stop him? not at all. [requested!]

warnings!!: free use kink, he’s a freak tbh, but it’s billy so it checks out. | SMUT: fingering, dirty talk, slight degradation, hair pulling, praise, orgasm denial, unprotected sex. ROUGH sex.

word count: 1.9K

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Your week had been exhausting, stressing and overall, a mess. So many shitty things had happened that by the time Friday came you had no social battery or temptation to go out, all you wanted to do was sleep in your comfy bed, at your own place, and not worry about a thing.

Unbeknownst to you, Billy was standing outside your bedroom door, taking a peek. Originally he'd came over to your place to check up on you since you hadn't picked up his calls, however he didn't expect to see you like that, sprawled in your bed, cuddling a pillow, almost naked if it weren't for his own shirt.

Your fan had broken a couple of weeks ago, and since you were lacking cash to replace it, your bedroom was one hell of a furnace, even if the window was open, which is why you slept in nothing but one of Billy's old shirts, no panties, no bra. Your boyfriend's shirt was an oversized fit to you, so you were covered enough to not care about anything while you took a nap.

He tried, but he couldn't resist his thoughts or impulses any longer, he opened slowly the door and walked inside your bedroom without making a sound. In your sleep, you nuzzled your head against the pillow, laying on your tummy comfortably, legs slightly spread for comfort and an attempt to fight off the summer heat.

Billy stepped slowly on the cold floor, avoiding to create any noise.— his hands moved gracefully across your mattress, reaching your soft skin, his fingertips barely touching up your thigh, as he approached closer and closer to your pussy. He didn't held back, you two had a mutual agreement about free use.

Billy softly nudged your right thigh to your right, to spread your legs until they were wide enough, exposing your perfect pussy. His finger touched tentatively, and he bit back a moan when he felt the wetness, he slipped his middle finger inside with ease, beginning to move it slowly.

Upon the sensation, you moaned in your sleep, already starting to wake up, the familiar scent of Billy's cologne reached your nostrils, which is why you didn't panic, once he sensed you were more awake, he slid his ring finger in as well, slowly pumping them in and out, the squelching sounds of your wetness were sinful.

Slowly, you took a hold of your right thigh and moved it up higher, giving him more access to your pussy while you did the bare minimum, still slightly drowsy, smiling lazily at your boyfriend. "You're a jerk, I can't even have a good night sleep."

"I know, I'm the biggest jerk but you love me for it. It's okay to suffer a little bit for your man." He taunted you and started fucking you faster with his fingers, making sure his fingertips massaged your G-spot every now and then.

Your immediate reaction was to moan slightly louder against the pillow, he knew exactly how to work his fingers in a way that had you satisfied but begging for more at the same time.

"That's it, love your jerk boyfriend." He whispered in your ear, teasingly biting your earlobe as he curled his fingers right over your g-spot and began to rub your clit with his thumb.

The pleasure was so good, it was deliciously overwhelming, you let out a whimper. "I don't know if I love you or hate you for this."

"You love me. If you didn't, would I be inside of you like this? No, my sweet girl... God, you're so pretty it hurts." He kept teasing and taunting you with a satisfied smirk as he thrust his fingers in and out faster while rubbing your clit harder, with the purpose of driving you closer and closer to your orgasm.

His efforts were paying off, your moans grew louder, your hips having their own will as they moved closer to his hand, wanting to feel his fingers deeper inside you.

"Fuck, you're so needy." He placed one hand on your hips to keep them in place as he relentlessly fucked you with his fingers while rubbing your clit harder.

"Says the one who came to my place in the middle of the night to fuck me." You couldn't help but bite back, despite the overwhelming amount of pleasure coursing through your body.

"And I'll keep coming to fuck you anytime, anywhere." He growls as he picks up the pace, his fingers digging deeper into your pussy.

At the sound of his words, you tried to move your hips again, in a futile attempt to try and ride his fingers, your orgasm was just around the corner, it only took a bit of pressure and...

Feeling the way your pussy greedily squeezed his fingers, he knew you were about to cum. Billy smirked as he pulled out his fingers.

"You little shi-" You whined about the sudden emptiness in your pussy and the blatant orgasm denial, but were immediately silenced by the sight of Billy licking your juices off his own fingers—the sight made your pussy clench around nothing.

"What? What are you going to say about your boyfriend who fucks you senseless whenever you ask, hm?" There was a hint of condescension in his voice as he leaned down and kissed your neck, trailing his wet tongue along the soft skin.

You hummed softly, reaching behind you to run your fingers through Billy's hair as you felt his kisses moving to your shoulder blades. "Oh, nothing, baby. Love you."

His smile grew wider as he felt your fingers in his hair. "I love you too, princess. Now come on, I'm going to take my clothes off and fuck you properly."

As soon as he removed his weight from your body. you bit your lip in anticipation, spinning around in bed, laying on your back, your tits jiggling under the shirt from the movement, Billy's eyes immediately darting down to them. "Took you long enough."

"Well, I wanted to take my time and make sure you were all nice and wet for me." He smirked as he pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing a well-defined chest. He grabbed the edge of your shirt and took it off your body, leaving you completely naked and exposed to him, one of his hands moved to pinch your nipple teasingly.

His hands traveling down to unbuckle his belt. Not wanting him to delay it even more, you helped him remove the belt from the hoops, and then unbuttoned his pants and pulled down the zipper.

"Good girl." He whispered as he took off his pants, pulling his boxers down as well, exposing his already hard cock, leaking precum from the reddened tip. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between your spread legs, rubbing against your slit, coating his tip with your juices, while making sure to rub against your clit.

"Oh don't be like that-" You complained, voice slightly high pitched due to a moan you held back, his damn teasing... you could feel his tip rubbing.

"Like what?" He inquired, biting his lip, teasingly tapping his tip against your clit.

"Billy-" A perfect mix of pleasure and exasperation could be heard in your voice, you needed his cock inside you badly, and the little shithead knew it.

"You like this, don't you?" He mocked as he positioned himself at your slick entrance, rubbing his cockhead against your opening before slowly pushing inside.

You felt his cock entering slowly, inch by delicious inch, the feeling of every vein and detail of his cock was absolutely amazing, a groan escaping your lips, your back arching slightly to ease it in, seeking more of that feeling.

"Fuck, you're so tight." He groaned huskily as he finally filled you up, his eyes full of lust and desire. He leaned down to capture your lips in a deep kiss while slowly thrusting in and out of you.

You whimpered against his lips and he swallowed each and every sound, moving one of his hands to hook one of your legs over his hip, expecting you to do the same with the other one, which you did.

"That's it, squeeze me tight." He grunted as he picked up the pace, pounding into you with more force this time, dragging his hips so his cock would drag against your walls with every thrust. His free hand reached down to play with one of your nipples while his other held on to the headboard.

You mumbled some praises, what you were saying didn't make an ounce of sense in your head, since your thoughts were completely clouded by lust and pleasure, he always knew how to fuck you, so, so good.

"You love this dick, don't you?" Billy goaded as he pushed deeper inside you with each thrust, going balls deep inside you,

"And you love this pussy." You bit back, giving the same energy, clenching around his cock on purpose.

"Fuck yeah, I love this pussy, I'm obsessed with you, baby," He hissed as he felt you tighten around him. His eyes almost rolled back in pleasure as he grabbed onto the headboard harder, pounding into your pussy mercilessly. "you're mine. Nobody else gets to have this pretty pussy."

"Mmm, is that so?" You two were in an exclusive and in a a stable relationship, but a little tease every now and then wouldn't hurt, you loved to rile the man up, especially during sex.

"Fuck yeah, it's mine, you're mine." He growled as he pulled out of you suddenly, flipping you onto your stomach. His rough hands grasped your hips before slamming back inside you from behind.

Your back immediately arched at the feeling, as you moaned a loud 'fuck!', your pussy felt so full in this position, he was stretching you out so damn good.

"That's it, take it like a good girl." He growled in response to your teasing, Billy grabbed onto your hair to pull your head back slightly. His free hand slid to your front and began rubbing your clit while he continued to pound into you from behind.

"You're so fucking wet, baby." Billy cooed in a mix of arousal and teasing as he felt your juices dripping down his hand. He continued to thrust into you roughly from behind while playing with your swollen clit. "You wanna cum? Hm?"

"F-fuck," Your eyes rolled back in pleasure as he kept pounding into you, your senses in overload. "yes, please."

"That's it baby, come for me.” He grunted as he increased the speed of his thrusting and fingers working on your clit, feeling your pussy squeeze around his cock, milking it for all its worth. "Come on, cum for me."

Billy moaned as he felt your body shudder in climax, your tight pussy quite literally milking him as he also came, filling you up deeply. "That's it, that's it, pretty girl."

"You're mine. I love you." He mumbled as he pulled out of you slowly, both hissing softly from overstimulation. He grabbed the shirt you had been wearing to clean the cum that had dripped down your thighs before throwing it to the side and laying down beside you, pulling you into his arms. "That was fucking amazing."

“Absolutely.” You agree, yawning softly while you lay your head atop his chest.

"Go to sleep, pretty girl." He murmured as he stroked your hair and ran his fingers down your back soothingly, giving you a soft kiss, nibbling on your lower lip a bit before letting go. “I'll be here when you wake up."

“Promise?”

"Promise.” He nodded, his heartbeat slowing down to match yours as he too began to get sleepy. "I promise I'll always be here for you."

And to your delight— the next morning you woke up in his arms, just as he promised. Billy was a man of his word, that much you knew.

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Why’d you only call me when you’re high? - Billy Loomis

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Warnings: unhealthy relationships, cheating,violence,  angst, slight smut, billy is a dick, slutshaming, bad ending. 

The mirror's image, it tells me it's home time

But I'm not finished, 'cause you're not by my side

Billy Loomis knows he isn’t a good man, and he’s definitely not good enough for you. It doesn’t matter how much he enjoys killing or hurting people, he can’t hurt you, not physically anyways. You bring out a sense of calm in him. He’s always tense, like a wild animal easy to startle and ready to attack at any moment. But around you, it’s like that urge to hurt people is satiated, like he doesn’t need to anymore.

 As he looks at himself in the mirror, he thinks about what he needs to do to Sydney, and her friend. He wants to, so badly that it hurts. He realizes he needs you for this plan to come together, he needs you to keep him satiated. 

And as I arrived I thought I saw you leavin', carryin' your shoes

Decided that once again I was just dreamin' of bumpin' into you

He stands at the doorway of Stu’s house, watching as you stumble up the stairs. Lips locked with another man, and he thinks, “That should be me.” Your shoes are in your left hand and your dress is wrinkled. You seem to be enjoying yourself, and he hates it. He wants you to suffer without him, he wants you to regret your decision of dropping him. But he also wants to take a knife and stuff it into the heart of the man you're with. He wants to watch your face full of terror as you realize what he’s capable of. But he can’t, because he’s with Sidney. So instead he seeths in anger, and continues talking to Stu with his fists clenched, just hoping you’ll take him back. 

… Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message, you reply

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"

"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

It’s 3 am when your phone rings, the ID says, “ Billy,” You ignore it, and he calls three more times before you pick up. 

“What, Billy?” You sound angry, he likes it. 

He’s sitting standing in front of the mirror in Stu’s bathroom. And he’s high, he just smoked a joint with Stu and he can’t stand listening to him go on and on about what he’s up to with Tatum when he misses you so much, misses your touch, your sense of calm. 

“Nothin’ just watched to talk to you s’all.” It’s obvious how high he is, his voice comes out slow and slightly lighter. 

“Are you high?” You sigh when he doesn’t reply. “Goodbye Billy.” 

“No wait!” You hang up before he can try to convince you to go back to him.

… Somewhere darker, talkin' the same shite

I need a partner, well, are you out tonight?

Billy is sitting in Stu’s living room, watching The Exorcist. Everyone is there except Sidney, and he doesn’t want to admit it but he hates it when she’s not there. When she isn’t there all he can think about is you. Stu likes to call him obsessed, probably because he is. He craves you, and the way you help satiate his urges. His urges, god they’re so overwhelming, he just wants to go into the kitchen and slit the throats of everyone in the room, just to come find you, soaked in their blood and kiss you.  But he can’t, you won't have him. And it’s all SIdney’s fault. 

It's harder and harder to get you to listen

More I get through the gears

“I don’t understand! We had a good thing going!” 

He showed up at your front door, and pushed his way inside before you could slam the door in his face.

“What’s not to understand! You’re with Sidney, I can’t do that to her!”

“Who cares about Sidney!” You’re yelling in each other's face, up close and heated. This is how it always happens, this is how you end up in bed with him. 

“I can’t fuck you knowing you’re with her! It would ruin her if she found out! She loves you!”

“I don’t care, I love you!”

Your lips meet his suddenly, and fervently. It’s messy, and your teeth clink together. His tongue slips into your mouth and he slides off your jacket, walking you backwards and up the stairs. 

Incapable of makin' alright decisions, and havin' bad ideas

You lay underneath him, on your bed. Clothes are long discarded, it’s just you, him and pent up anger. You don’t think, you ignore all those pesky thoughts about Sidney, and how you could be ruining her relationship. When he pushes into you, all thoughts fade away, it’s just skin on skin and no more worries. 

Afterwards, you lay next to him, but facing away from him.

“This was the last time Billy. We can’t do this anymore.” It’s the exact same thing you’ve said time and time again. He knows you want to mean it, but he also knows he’ll be in bed with you again. 

… Now it's three in the mornin' and I'm tryin' to change your mind

Left you multiple missed calls and to my message you reply

"Why'd you only call me when you're high?"

"Hi, why'd you only call me when you're high?"

It’s been weeks since he’s touched you, since he fucked you. He shouldn’t miss you, but he does. So he finds himself dialing your number. He’s high again, Stu introduced him to his new bong. He calls you from Stu’s back porch, but you don’t pick up. 

He calls you again, and again, but still no answer. He sighs, and closes his eyes, letting the cool breeze hit his face and push back his hair. The cool air helps calm the urges, but not for long. 

… And I can't see you here, wonderin' where am I

It sort of feels like I'm runnin' out of time

Summer ended last week, and you’re sitting in English class. You definitely aren’t paying attention. Your thoughts wander to Billy. He hasn’t called you in a month and a half, and it’s been two months since he’d fucked you the last time. 

You wonder if he’s finally moved on, if he’s decided he doesn’t really need you anymore. You never thought you would miss him this much, but you do. You miss the way he touched you, the way he played with you. No other man was able to do better than him. You tried to forget about him, with booze, and weeds and men. But none of it worked, not for long anyways.  

I haven't found all I was hopin' to find

You said you gotta be up in the mornin'

Your head is pounding, and you’re cold. The softness underneath you tells you you’re in a bed. The last thing you remember is challenging some jack off to a drinking competition. You were at a party, it was a spring break celebration. You open you’re eyes and are met with Billy fucking Loomis staring staight at you. You're naked, he’s presumably naked, and you’re laying in bed with him. 

Fuck.

You jump out of the bed, and search for your clothes. He begs you not go, and you’re surprised because he’s never been the type to beg.  He tells you that needs you, and that you’re the only thing that makes sense to him. But you ignore him, put on your clothes and leave.

Gonna have an early night

And you're startin' to bore me, baby

Why'd you only call me when you're high?

It’s been two days since you woke up in bed with Billy, and you hate yourself even more for falling for that trap again. It’s not too late at night, but he calls you. And surprisingly, you answer. 

“Hey,” You say.

“I fucking hate you.” He spits. He’s either high, drunk or both. You aren’t sure. But he sounds like he means it when he says it. “I was ready to give everything up for you, and you just wouldn’t fucking take it.” 

“I’m sorry Billy, But you know I can’t be with you. You’re with Sidney.”

“You’re a whore.”  

This shocks you, he’s never once called you a whore, he's never really been downright mean to you either. 

“What?”

“I mean it, I can’t believe I put my dick in you. You’re disgusting.” Before he can continue to shame you, you hang up. 

… "Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"

"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"

He got high again, and all he can think about is you. So he calls you. And you don’t pick up. He calls again, and again. At this point he assumes you’ve blocked his number. So he just stops calling. 

"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"

"Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?"

He’s with Sidney when he gets the text. He’d just fucked her, and it wasn’t anything like it was with you. It didn’t satiate his urges, or calm him down. It just made him angrier. The text reads. ‘It’s over, for real this time. Don’t contact me again.’

And he doesn’t. 

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And I've Been Meaning To Tell You, I Think Your House Is Haunted

Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader

WARNING: ANGST, Emotionally and Physically Abusive Relationship with Father, Hurt to Comfort

PREFACE: After a fight with her dad, Reader runs back up to her room, when she hears someone at her window

A/N: Phone calls are Colored and in Bold!

Sidney and Billy aren't together and Billy and Stu are not a killers in this A/U!

"YOU'RE A SHIT DAD! YOU DRIVE MOM AWAY BY CHEATING ON HER AND NOW, YOU'RE TELLING ME YOU SOLD MY CAR?! FOR WHAT?! TO BUY MORE FUCKING BOOZE?!", I scream,

Shoving him backwards. Just then, my father slaps me across me the face, causing a gasp to escape me as a result. I hold the stinging hand mark on my cheek, as the ringing began to pick up in my ears.

"Bitch to someone that fucking cares", he spits,

Sitting back down and picking up another bottle.

"Kill yourself", I say under my breath,

Before storming back up to my room and slamming the door behind me.

My life was a living nightmare that I couldn't escape from. Ever since my mom left, everything went to shit. All my father ever did was turn to alcohol to fill that void and he used me as the punching bag to distract himself from his own misery.

I wanted to go with her, but she was already gone before I even knew what happened. The only reason I found out was by reading the note she left on the kitchen counter when I woke up that morning.

To say I was devastated would be an understatement.

As I sat on the foot of my bed, struggling to hold back the tears that were threatening to spill and remembering the pain I felt on the day day she left, I hear something rustle on the other side my window.

"What the fuck?", I mutter to myself,

Getting back up. I reluctantly make my way to the window and open it to look outside.

At first, I don't see anything, but then I feel a hand grab at my wrist, making me scream at the top of my lungs, as I pulled away.

"Hey...it's just me", Billy reassures,

"Billy? What the-"

"I'm sorry. Don't hate me", he interrupts,

While climbing through to the inside of my room.

"What are you doing here?", I question,

"I heard you screaming from down the street", he answers,

Dusting himself off.

Billy and I met during sophomore year and got together a few months later. Him and his friends were the only people I actually enjoyed hanging out with. My dad never cared about me, so it was nice to have people that did. Whenever another fight would happen, they'd always insist on me staying the night at one of theirs.

"It's fine", I sigh in defeat,

Sitting back down on my bed.

"Doesn't sound like it", he joins me,

Before taking my hand into his.

"Look, I ain't gonna make you tell me anything you don't want to...but I'm worried about you, kid", he caresses the back of my hand,

As I nervously chew at my bottom lip.

"You know I'm always here to listen"

"It just sucks, Billy. He fucked up things up with my mom and now he's fucking things up for me", I explained,

He shakes his head, tucking a rouge strand of hair behind my ear. It was just then he notices the hand mark on my cheek.

"What the fuck?", he exclaims,

"Billy-"

"Did he fucking hit you?", he cuts off,

"Yes, but, it doesn't matter-"

"Like hell, it doesn't!", he yells,

Getting off the bed and rushing towards my door, when I make a desperate attempt to stop him by wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Billy, please don't!", I shriek,

Not wanting to make things were.

"That son of a bitch can't just hurt you and get away with it!"

"Billy", I sob,

Unable to hold back the tears from spilling any longer. His body softens and he looks back at me from underneath his arm.

"It'll only make things worse, please", I pleaded,

Seeing how distraught I was, he takes a deep breath and turns to hold me tight in his arms.

"Okay, fine"

"He'll hurt you too. Just...please don't"

I would've never been able to forgive myself if something happened to Billy.

"Hey, look at me", he says,

Pulling away and holding my warm face in his hands.

"I'm not letting you stay here. My old man's out of town for the week, so you can stay at mine"

"I couldn't impose-"

"It's not imposing, if I ask"

"I'd make me feel a lot better to know you were fine and what better way to make sure of that, then to have you stay with me?"

"I don't know, Billy"

On one hand, my dad couldn't give less of a shit where I slept, but on the other, I hated feeling like a charity case.

"Look, we could invite the gang over and watch some scary movies. I know you're a sucker for those", he suggests,

Making me laugh to myself.

"We could even stop by the store and get you your favorite snacks, obviously, it's my treat", he added,

Taking my hands into his. I couldn't help but sigh contently at his sweet he was. Every time we were together, it felt like nothing else mattered, except us in that moment.

"So?"

I take a moment, before finally agreeing.

"That does sound nice"

"Yes! Alright, pack your shit and meet me outside. My car's parked down the street, so I need to get it", he exclaims excitedly,

Pressing his lips go mine, as I giggle at his eagerness.

"I'll call everyone and let them know we're meeting at yours"

"Sounds like a plan. See you in a minute", he says,

Hurrying out the window. I pick up the landline and dial up Tatum and Sidney first. A few rings go by and they both answer at the same time.

Sid: Hello?

Tate: Hey!

Me: Hey, so, impromptu movie sesh at Billy's. Are you girls' down?

Tate: Hell yeah!

Sid: I'd love to, but my dad would freak if I asked to go to Billy's house

Tate: Then, don't tell him? Just say you're staying at mine

Sid: I don't know-

Tate: We're going

Sid: Tate!

Tate: Oh, come on, Sidney, I'll pick you up!

Me: I really want you guys there. I'm inviting the guys too and I'd rather not drown in all that testosterone

Tate: Exactly! We can't just leave our girl to fend for herself!

Me: Pretty please with the juiciest cherries on top?!

Sid: *Sighs* Alright. I'm packing a bag

Tatum: Awesome! I'll be there in 10

Me: Kk, see you there! Just gotta call up Bert and Ernie

I joke, before hanging up and putting in their numbers in. As I waited, I began stuffing my backpack with pajamas, toiletries, my books for tomorrow and a change of clothes.

The moment I was done pulling up the zipper, Stu finally answered the call.

Stu: Hellooo

Me: Hey, Stu! Got a minute?

Stu: Oh, I've got all the time in the world for you, gorgeous

Me: *Scoffs*

Just then, Randy joins the call.

Randy: Hello?

Stu: Ugh, why'd you add rat-boy?

Randy: If I'm rat-boy, what the hell does that make you?

Stu: Incredibly sexy in comparison?

Randy: You know what-

Me: Jesus, could we please cut the biggest-dick-contest short?

Randy: He started it!

Stu: Oh, grow a pair!

Me: GUYS!

I scold, finally causing them to fall silent.

Me: I was just about to invite you for a movie night at Billy's, but if you two fucknuts can't get along-

Stu and Randy: No!

Stu: I mean...fine. We'll behave, Ms.(Y/L/N)

He promises in a sarcastic tone, making me roll my eyes.

Me: Just get to Billy's

I eventually hang up the phone, pick up my stuff and climbed out the window. Just as he promised, there Billy was, waiting for me in his car. I hop in and he turns up the music.

"You ready?"

I smile and kissed him once more.

"Hell yeah"

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( tw for topics of sh )

hi hello yes if you still write for billy loomis, can we get some comfort angst with a self destructive reader? maybe with the reader also feeling awful over an ex?- :'))

well i've dealt with sh and I hope i can help you if you too deal with it too <3 and thank you for requesting, man i put what i think about myself in this quite a lot too i just realized how self deprecating i am :")

and if you are not comfy reading topics including sh, please dni

you felt awful, every day was a struggle to get through, you kept seeing this face over and over again

his face was everywhere

you felt like you were going to collapse any second, the only one who brightened up your day just a bit was billy

though you never told him about the self-harm you'd caused on yourself not wanting to be a burden like you felt you were, nothing felt good anymore just the constant feeling of how useless you were

you looked tired and billy, of course he noticed, he also noticed you were wearing long sleeves shirts, hoodies and sweaters in the middle of the summer

he wanted to ask you but he didn't know what was the problem exactly

a week later, he called you over to his home for staying over for the night since your parents were going out, you knocked on his door and he opens the door smirks as he looks at you

"hey baby, come in" he says as he moves to the side so you can come in, you walk into his home and he takes you up to his room

after a while you and billy end up wrestling jokingly as you both wrestle soon enough your sleeve moves up and billy sees cuts all over

his gaze turns from playful to extremely worried and concerned

he takes your arm and looks at it as he tilts his head a bit

"baby what is this? did you do this to yourself?" he looks at you concerned rightfully so, your eyes started welling up with tears

you thought you lost him honestly enough, why would he want to date a loser like you?

he hugs you and kisses your cheek

"baby why didn't you tell me? you can tell me anything you want, please don't do this again for me okay?" he says as he holds your head in his hands making you look at him, you nodded and said okay

your voice was breaking as you started to sob into his shoulder, letting all your sorrow out

he whispered praises and soothed you as you sobbed, making you feel happier than you were

you both fell asleep on his bed, he held you in his arms around, spooning you

#kurt's fics #billy loomis x f!reader #billy loomis headcanons #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #scream 1996 #billy loomis angst #billy loomis fluff #billy loomis x you #billy loomis x y/n #billy loomis x gn!reader #<3

[eb-is-hot]

Rain and Reassurance (Billy & Stu x reader)

A/N: This was not a request, but today I had relapsed of being clean for 2 months on self harm. So I wanted to post a lil something!

Warnings: Self harm, blood, sharp tools, Scream movie things (Murder, breaking and entering) bullies, cuss words. Lmk if I missed anything!

It was Monday morning. School. You had been in your 4th period and was writing away before you had a note passed to you. It was weird…no one in that class talked to you. You were the weird kid. You dressed differently. You were quite and didn’t talk to anyone around you, unless it was Stu or Billy. You opened the note carefully, not wanting to rip it, as it was folded up so many times. Your eyes went wide with panic as you read it. ‘We can see your cuts loser.’ You look behind you to see a popular boy snicker and point to your wrist. You hadn’t noticed that you rolled your sleeve up a small bit. You pulled it down instantly and put the note in your pocket. Praying they wouldn’t tell anyone.

It had become near the end of the day. The bell just rang, signaling its time to head home. You went to your locker and someone walked by your and just yelled “Wrist Check!”. You sighed and just got your stuff. You had been ignoring your two boyfriends. Hoping they would just keep themselves happy with each other for a bit while you dealt with being bullied, teased, and overall humiliate

You arrived home and your mother wasn’t home. You sighed and threw your bag to the floor and headed to your room. You had been teased almost every day at school. And with things that had happened it kinda broke you. You had started to cut again. It just helped. You stared at your skin. And soon you grabbed the razor and started to slice. Over. And over. And over. You grabbed your phone and blasted music. You look at what you did to your body. You felt tears stream down your face and you just started to sob.

Meanwhile, your boyfriends had rang the doorbell. You didn’t know this, but they knew about you being teased and bullied at school. They didn’t do anything, but they had a plan. They didn’t get a response from the bell, so they went to a window, and opened it. It was raining, so they wanted to get inside. They climbed through and heard music coming from your room. They looked at e each other and headed to your bedroom. They knocked and you didn’t hear them. You were full on sobbing as you sliced and sliced. The blood streaming down your leg and was now staining the carpet crimson.

The boys heard the sniffles from you. They had no hesitation. Stu tried to pick the lock, but Billy thought it was taking too long. “Stu, Move.”, he said and he rammed himself into the door. It scared the shit out of you and you tried to cover your leg in time. “What are you two doing here?”, you said, you tried to sound like you weren’t just bleeding. Stu followed after Billy and then froze. Billy didn’t know what to do. You couldn’t hide all the blood, the fact you had a razor in your hand. You had been crying so hard your throat hurt.

“Baby..? What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”, Billy rushed over to you and snatched the tool out of your hand. The tone of his voice made your lip tremble and you felt the tears come again. Billy looked at your reaction. Stu sat down beside you. He was calmer, but still as hurt. “Im sorry..I-I didn’t mean to yell. I’m just scared..sweetheart..why would you think you had to cut yourself?”, Billy murmured and walked to you, holding your cheek in his hand. You broke down and just cried. You kept yelling ‘I’m sorry!’ Over and over. Stu was heartbroken. He had tears in his eyes and just held your hand. He kept looking at the wounds. Bleeding all down your beautiful body. How could you not see what they see? “Beautiful? Let’s get you cleaned up yeah? Let’s talk about it after.”, Stu said and the two helped you up.

Stu sat you down on the bathroom sink and got anything he thought would help. Billy looked at him and then at you. “Ima go search their room.”, he said and looked back at you and you could see the pain in his eyes. He left and went to search your room. You were full of anxiety. The tools, the notes, your bloodied up tissues you never threw away. He was gonna find them. “I’m sorry..I’m sorry Stu..”, You blurted out as he cleaned your thigh. He looked up and cupped your face. “I’m not mad..I’m worried. Baby so is Billy, we are worried. We love you, what made you do this babe?”, he murmured and looked at you. He jokes around a lot. But he wasn’t now. You broke down and just told him. He was upset. Not at you, but at himself. Why didn’t he take notice?

Billy was searching your room. He took anything that could remotely hurt you. And he found letters from people at school being mean, notes you wrote. You wrote about leaving this world. And he broke. He read them all. He knew he and Stu were going to go on a murder spree. Not tonight. You needed them. And they knew that. He went back to you two and took off his hoodie, you wore it and you put on some shorts, so the fabric didn’t cling to the drying blood. The boys look at you and they knew you didn’t wanna talk. They just put on your favorite movie. “I love you bubba..”, Stu said as you played with his hair and he looked up at you. You were being held by Billy. “You’re so perfect..I wish you saw that. We both love you. And hell, we plan on marriage eventually. If you ever feel like this, come to us. We love you.”Billy mumbled and he was just playing with your hair. Stu nodded and snuggled into you. He kissed your skin. You heard the rain in the background. You had the boys. And they had you. And you knew, it would take a while. But you would be alright. As long as you have them. Because they love you. And you love them.

#stu matcher x reader #scream movie #scream #scream 1996 #Billy #billy Loomis #angst #Billy Loomis angst #Billy Loomis x reader #billy loomis x stu matcher #billy loomis x y/n #stu matcher imagine #Self harm #suicide #bully

[swagatron9]

Usus est

Pairings: Billy Loomis x reader

Warnings: mild!angst, swearing, mild slut shaming

Summary: Billy manipulates you into thinking your special

Billy Loomis, if he was a woman, he would be labelled as a whore, that’s for sure, but instead, he gets praised for the girls he fucks and chucks. He hurts women left and right without a care in the world yet somehow you couldn’t separate yourself from him.

You’d first met him on your way home from school, accidentally bumping into him and dropping everything in your hands. It was love at first sight, at least it was for you.

The both of you kept contact during school and every now and then he’d strike up a conversation with you.

He’d invited you over one night to help with homework, but you should have known better. The two of you slept with one another and even after making you feel like an idiot for giving in to his antics you still couldn't help the warm feeling you felt whenever your eyes would briefly meet.

Your hand shook with anger. Billy and his new girlfriend Sidney sat cuddled up on the couch in Stu's loungeroom and you couldn't help but feel a deep irritation feeling.

Your parents insisted you come to this party, "parties are fun," they said. If only you had known you would spend the entire time wanting the ground to swallow you whole.

Not wanting to deal with it anymore, you left the room and went into the garage, hoping to find another beer to drown your sorrows. Like you found a pot of gold, you cheered on at the case of beers that were loaded in the fridge.

Before you could get what you believed to be enough beers, the garage door opened and closed. You turned around to find Billy leaning against the wall with his hands in his pocket. "Can I help you?" You sighed. The last person you wanted to see right now was Billy Loomis.

"Why aren't you out there with everyone else?" Billy asked. You scoffed at his question.

"Getting a beer." You replied as you held up the cold bottle so he could see. "You got a problem with that or something?" You couldn't resist the attitude.

"Just wandering why you're taking your time that's all."

"Oh my gosh, Billy. Can I just get a beer in peace? I'm surprised you even noticed since your tongues been down that bitches throat ever since I arrived." You tried to walk past him but were stopped by his arm reaching out and grabbing yours.

"So you're jealous, that's what this whole 'running away' from me is about." You rolled your eyes at his words and scoffed.

"First of all, I'm not running away from you and second the world does not revolve around you, Billy. I went to get beers, you're looking too far into it."

"So you admit you're jealous." Billy was starting to get on your last nerves and you finally had enough.

"Yes, Billy. Is that what you want to hear? I'm jealous. I wish for once you would see me as someone you can just mess around with when you're bored. I wish that for once you would care about me." You shook off Billy's arm and attempted to walk away but you were pushed into the wall.

Billy stood in front of you with his hands on the wall beside your head. He let out a sigh as he leaned down slightly to your level. "You don't understand anything. I need Sidney for my plan."

"Plan, what plan, Billy? Your plan of who can get with the most girls in the school? Well congratulations Billy, here's your medal for letting girls hop all over you." You replied sarcastically.

"I trust you, more than I trust Sidney or any other girl," Billy whispered, his facing inching closer to yours. "And right now I'm gonna need you to trust me. Once I'm done with Sidney that's it. Just you and me." Your head swirled with emotions; the one thing that stood out the most was whether or not you wanted to believe him. He had done nothing but lie to you since the both of you met, why should you now believe him because he whispered in your ear that he trusted you. You'd be crazy to believe him one last time.

~

Isn't it crazy what love can do to a person?

You walked out a couple minutes after Billy had. It still angered you to the core that Sidney got the privilege of having Billy all to herself, but you knew you could be in her position when the time would come. So for now, as a free person, you decided to just have some fun.

You walked up to the first guy in sight and talked him up a bit. Maybe then you could see how much Billy really cared for you.

#billy loomis #billy loomis angst #angst #billy loomis x reader #scream #scream x reader

[lanawinterscigarettes]

I'm gonna be opening requests for the angst alphabet! (because I only just realized it existed lol) Any character I write for is welcome, including poly relationships <3

Angst Alphabet

A is for Accident (How they would react if they made a harmful accident for you)

B is for Bad Habits (The bad habits they have and how it affects you)

C is for Crying (How you/they react to the other crying)

D is for Death  (How you/they react to the others death)

E is for Emotion (The emotion they try to repress)

F is for Frustrated (What annoys you/them)

G is for Guilt (What you/they feel guilty about)

H is for Humiliation (How you/they embarrass yourself/themself)

I is for Injury (How would they react if you were hurt)

J is for Jealous ( How would they react if they were jealous)

K is for Knight (When they fail to protect you)

L is for Loss (Their greatest loss)

M is for Mistake (The worst mistake they ever made with you)

N is for Nightmare (How they react to you having a nightmare)

O is for Outrage (How and why they get mad at you)

P is for Past (A mistake they made that still tugs at them)

Q is for Quirk (One of their quirks they consider a flaw that you like)

R is for Rejection (How they react to you not sharing their feelings)

S is for Sands (How they feel about an age difference)

T is for Trust (When they have broken your trust)

U is for Urge (How badly do they want to see you after you are separated)

V is for Vicious (What they do when lashing out at you)

W is for Weak (What makes them feel weak)

X is for X-Ray (what they hate and how they show it)

Y is for Yearn (What they want but can't have)

Z is for Zero (What they do/say in their dying moments)

#angst #angst alphabet #american horror story angst #marvel angst #ahs angst #mcu angst #once upon a time angst #ouat angst #the umbrella academy angst #tua angst #scream angst #jennifers body angst #natasha romanoff angst #wanda maximoff angst #regina mills angst #five hargreeves angst #madison montgomery angst #jennifer check angst #billy loomis angst #sidney prescott angst #veronica sawyer angst #jason dean angst #emma swan angst #klaus hargreeves angst

[imyourbratzdoll]

Warnings and Reminders - Please do not plagiarise, copy, repost/republish, adapt, or translate any of my work on any social media platforms, apps, or third-party sites. The only platforms I post my work on are: Tumblr and Wattpad. I do not own any character of any franchise (Marvel etc.) All my works are fiction and may be dark or triggering content: READ ALL WARNINGS BEFORE PROCEEDING.

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[slasherbvnnie]

Until We Found You | Part IV

Welcome back! This time we have the second ghostface smut. Part V will be out later tonight, but no smut! Just some pure angst and fluff. As always, heed the tags

Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Eventual Poly!Ghostface x reader, Eventual NSFW, All characters 18+, P in V, Fingering, Oral female!receiving, Overall smut

Part I Part II Part III  Part V Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX

 Word Count: 2673

You had a good five seconds on campus before someone finally noticed. Before you even made eye contact with her for the first time that day, Tatum let out the biggest gasp she had ever made and grabbed your shoulder. “And who did you spend your night with,” she asked as you immediately blushed, covering up your hickey with your palm. “None of your business, tate,” you said as Stu laughed and put his arm around Tatum’s waist. “Maybe Randy finally got his shot, I mean with how scared you must be about the killer, maybe he offered some protection for you,” Stu joked as Billy laughed.

 “Don’t get the dork all worked up, Stu, you might put one too many ideas in that perverted brain of his,” Billy said as Randy rolled his eyes. “I can confirm it was not me, sadly, one of us actually has a job instead of living off student loan refunds,” Randy said as the group put their attention back on you. “Well, whoever mauled you better show up at the mall after class today. I wanna see who gave you that, you know, to vet them or whatever,” Tatum said as Sidney nodded. “Yeah, and then we’ll get on their case for mauling you,” she added, making you laugh.

Your day was mostly spent around nervously tiptoeing around the girls questioning you on who you spent the night with. You had talked to other people on campus that didn’t include your little friend group but had never shown interest in them, so they questioned you on any and every one they knew to see who it was. “Okay, what about the guy who almost hit you with that football last week, Kyle? Kit? Kaleb.” Tatum recalled, “Kevin, and no,” you answered simply as Sidney took a stab at it. “Nah, it has to be Oliver,” she suggested, making you pause and show a gross look. “One of my biggest bullies in high school? No thanks,” you shrugged as Billy turned his gaze to you, Stu looking back at you through the rearview mirror. 

“Bully?” Billy questioned as you nodded. Throughout most of school you had been bullied, not really by one group in particular but there were enough to only leave you with Casey as one of your only friends until senior year. It stopped when college came around, no one cared enough to bully someone they spent one hour a day with. “Yeah, he always bullied me, ever since second grade. At first everyone thought he liked me because they thought being mean to someone was how you showed a crush but after this one time he faked asking me out in high school just to stand me up, it came kinda clear he hated me,” you explained with a little bitter laugh, going silent when you noticed the awkwardness.

 Billy’s face was stone cold, but you could tell in his eyes that he was angered. “It’s fine, I’m over it now, but yeah, definitely not someone I would let sleep with me,” you said as you looked away, not noticing the glance that Stu and Billy shared. “Is he still a dick to you?” Stu asked as you laughed, “I guess? I dunno, I find it more funny that he’s still got a grudge against me for some reason, but at least he doesn’t try to pull my hair anymore,” you said jokingly.

“How about we go in there?” Tatum suggested as you and Sidney both shared a laugh, “what? You have a mystery date and you might want a cute outfit for Billy sometime,” Tate said as you and Sidney looked to each other before looking at the boys. “How about you two run off for a bit instead of being giant pervs, we’ll meet up again at the food court,” you suggested as Billy and Stu were quick to agree. Their rapid head shakes made you all rile up with laughter, smiling and heading into the store together. 

“Sooo, what’s your mystery dates favorite color?” Tate asked as you smiled, “I don’t know actually, that’s a good question,” you hummed as you looked at the different choices of lingerie that lined the store. “I think they like any color really,” you said as you spotted a red laced set, it was a bralette styled top that had strips running down the side to connect to the underwear. Sidney noticed where your eyes lingered and laughed, “they’re kinky, huh?” She joked as you laughed and nodded, “really,” you agreed. You picked through the outfit to find your size, wondering if ghostface would like it, you guessed they probably would enjoy the blood red color of it.Later that night you were in your bathroom, glad that your parents had left to have dinner at your grandparents, which they did very hesitantly given the incident a few days ago. When you reassured that with all your friends only a few blocks away and access to cars, as well as the marvelous creation of phones to dial 911, they let you be.

You found yourself looking in the mirror as you checked yourself out for the 100th time in the lingerie you had bought. You blushed and wondered if your masked killer would enjoy the outfit, running your hand slowly across the lace fabric. You heard a noise from outside, quickly throwing on a tshirt- one you didnt care about if ruined again- and pj shorts before heading out into your bedroom.

You peeked over your window to see nothing, frowning to yourself before sighing and taking a seat on your bed. But when you were met with the back of the costumed body looking over your vanity you let out a small scream, making them turn to you. “Jesus christ you scared me!” You yelled at them before relaxing, “no window climbing this time?” You asked as they shook their head, continuing to look around the room. You noticed their little glances around the room, curious as to why they were studying it. They turned towards you once more, walking over to you and looking you over. They were less aggressive than last time, using two fingers to tilt your head up to them. Their fingers were warm, which caught you off guard, just yesterday they were cold to the touch.

“There’s two of you?” You questioned, their demeanor changing quickly as they grabbed your chin. “I-I don’t know who you are, i swear. It’s just- y-your touch…” you spoke quickly, trailing off as their grip loosened. “The last one was cold, kinda felt like a corpse,” you said jokingly, “and you’re warm…plus you keep looking around like you haven’t been here before.” You said to them, their touch going back to just gently holding your chin up. They moved away from you, going back to your vanity and grabbing a small black bag, bringing it over to you. You blinked in surprise, looking up to them before they gestured to open it. You reached into the bag, pulling out a piece of paper that was torn, giggling at the words that were printed onto it. ‘Sorry about the last guy :(‘

“See? I would have figured it was two of you anyways,” you said as they shook their head. You smiled, reaching back into the bag and looking at your two new Carrie shirts. One was in the style as your previous one, the other a different one but still in the correct size. “I didn’t think I would actually be treated to a new shirt,” you admitted, hearing a chuckle from them. You didn’t say it out loud, but your heart was filled with joy knowing these two masked killers, regardless of not knowing them, were being so kind and caring towards you. You swooned, noticing how different the two seemed. The other one scared you a little, not really knowing their true intentions, but this one seemed so much more gentle and sweet with you. “I um, I also had a little surprise for you,” you said, noticing how they perked up at your words.

A blush rose to your cheeks as you looked up to them, adjusting yourself before sitting up on your knees. “but you’ll have to take my clothes off first to see it, mr. ghostface.” you whispered out, which made them grab you by the waist and lay you down on the bed. They didn’t take out the knife, instead their hands darted to the hem of your shirt and lifted it up to reveal the red lingerie underneath. A small groan left them as they quickly worked on taking off your shorts, making you giggle at the rush in their actions. You let out a little whimper as they groped you, aware now of how unintentionally strong their grip was. They squeezed your breast that was covered in the lace, their other hand roaming up and down your side. The lack of their touch made you whine out, pouting up at them before they moved to grab the final thing from the bag. A new blindfold, one dedicated just for you. They were quick to tie it, making sure you didn’t see through it by waving in front of you.

All you heard was a little thump of the mask and them struggling to take their gloves off before you heard the rest of their clothing thump to the ground. Before you could even take in a breath you felt their hand already cupping your core, their lips attacking the part of your breasts that were left uncovered from the lingerie. They roamed around before their lips were now on your neck, creating a new hickey right above the old one. You moaned softly, a shaky hand reaching to grab their arm.You could feel their muscles contract and tighten at the touch but when you made no movement to touch elsewhere, they quickly calmed down and continued their lust filled attack on you. They teased you over the lace panties you wore, their smirk growing as you let out little huffs and moans. The bed lifted, their frame no longer causing it to dip and your hand was left holding nothing, a small pout made its way to your agitated frown as their touch left you. After a moment you gasped, feeling their hands spreading your legs apart as they placed gentle kisses onto your inner thighs.

It was the first time you felt the blade, but they didn’t trail it across your skin like the other, instead they used it to make you exposed to them. Another whine left you, “you owe me a new outfit again, this was brand new,” you whined, they responded with a nip to your inner thigh, not doing anything else before diving into you.Your back arched on impact, their tongue on your clit as they spread you open with their thumbs. “fuck,” you moaned out, your thighs closing around their head to lock them in place in pure instinct. They were skilled at this, eventually finding the perfect pace that had you shaking and squirming. Every time you tried to shimmy up and get away from the pleasure, their large hands wrapped around your thighs from behind and pulled you back down onto their face. You weren’t even aware of how many minutes had passed before your thighs were shaking, only being held up by their grip. “Wait, fuck, you’re-“ the breath was knocked out of your lungs as they entered their middle finger into you, their pace matching that of their tongue as they thrusted it in and out of you.

 A loud moan left your lips as you came, whines and whimpers erupting from your chest as their ministrations didn’t stop. “Please, please, ‘s too much,” you pleaded, clawing at your bedsheets as they just hooked their arm around your thigh and pulled you down back onto their face once more. It was practically like a scene from the Exorcist as you came again, your back arching off of the bed as you nearly let out a scream from all the pleasure. This time they slowly pulled away after you came down from your high, lapping at you one last time before pulling away and hovering over you. Your chest heaved as you did your best to catch your breath, smiling softly at the gentle kiss they placed onto you. You felt them snake their hand into yours, making you giggle as they wrapped their fingers in the spaces between your own. A smile curled onto their lips when they heard your laugh, growing even wider when you let out a moan as their free hand went back to your entrance. They still held your hand as they pulled back a little, your legs spreading more as you felt them running their tip along your slit.

 At every swipe to your clit you let out a moan, gasping when they entered you. Within a second their lips were attacking your neck again, earning whines and moans from every bite, lick, and thrust that they tortured your body with. The pleasure was dizzying, you had never really gone so many rounds with someone before, the recovery time was practically nothing with how fast your climax was building up again. They were more gentle, their free hand roaming over the bralette you still had on, teasing your nipples over the fabric as they littered your skin in love bites. You were already regretting Tatum’s and Sidney’s teases about them tomorrow but for now, you accepted your fate.

Their pace was quick but managed to hit all your sweet spots, their hand that held yours was gripping you so tightly their knuckles turned white, which only brought you closer to the edge. Their free hand found its way to your clit again, rubbing it in time with their thrusts to completely overwhelm you. Your orgasm washed over you hard, the seconds felt like they lasted a lifetime as you did your best to come down from your high, but their continued sloppy thrusts didn’t help one bit. A loud whine left you as they came, biting into your neck to cover up their moan. They pulled out slowly, letting go of your hand and kissing you once again. Unlike the other ghostface, they laid down in the bed with you, pulling you against their chest. You accepted the invitation, resting against their chest and listening to their heartbeat as you recovered from your orgasm. 

“Next time…do- uh,” you spoke softly, a bit shy to get your thoughts out into words. You felt their fingertips tracing your jaw, relaxing as their thumb ran over your lips. “Do you think the both of you could come by next time? You- uh, you don’t have to but…” you trailed off as they kissed you, feeling their head move in a nod. You smiled, heart fluttering with excitement knowing both of them would be alone with you. “And don’t forget the new lingerie set, please,” you requested with a little laugh. It was an hour later, ghostface gone and you freshly showered and dressed in your pajamas again. 

Your phone rang, seeing Sidney’s caller id and answering quickly. “Hey, have you seen any of the police cars pass by?” She asked as you looked out your window, “no, how come?” You asked as Sidney sighed. “Oliver, the neighbors said they heard screaming and shit breaking and when police got there they said he was dead,” she said as you frowned. “Do they know if it was the killer?” You asked, “yeah, neighbors said they saw him running off. They tried going after them but they couldn’t catch up.” She told you, you sighing and shaking your head. “That’s so creepy…” you said, thinking back to the conversation you all were having earlier that day. You couldn’t help but wonder if ghostface was stalking you, if they already knew you and your past. 

#poly!ghostface #poly!ghostface x reader #billy loomis #stu macher #scream au #poly!ghostface x female reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #scream x reader #scream 1996 #scream #scream1996 #billy x stu x reader #billy loomis smut #stu macher smut #poly!ghostface smut #smut #fluff #angst

[prettyboysnuffilm]

Will you draw hearts in my yearbook memorial … ?

1995/1996

#scream 1996 #stu macher #stuilly #my art #scream fanart #billy loomis #stu macher fanart #billy loomis fanart #billy x stu #carrie 1976 reference #a little bit of angst #an old wip but im finally posting it hello stuilly nation

[pumpk1n-writes]

Tell Me All About The Dark Places You Hide

➥ in which the reader figures out that their best friends are the infamous Woodsboro Killers and decides to help them rather than turn them in. {ft. stalking, in-depth descriptions of how the reader would murder someone, Billy uses “princess”, reader is a bit insane}

Part Two | Word Count ~ 720 (sorry, this one’s pretty short. The next few parts will be longer — this is more of an intro than an actual part and I was rushing to finish it)

The media you consume is your own responsibility and I will not be held accountable for your choices. I’m not going to block minors from this account, but proceed with caution anyway.

Taglist ~ @wasawattpadkid

It was a normal Friday night for you, some old black and white horror movie on, parents gone, and homework lying forgotten about on the kitchen counter.

The phone behind you rang and you groaned, leaving it for a few moments before getting up to answer. “Who’s this?”

Somebody on the other end — clearly using a voice changer — began speaking. “Do you like scary movies?”

“Eh. I enjoy them but the suspension of disbelief needed for most of them is too much.”

“Oh? What do you mean by that?”

“Well, for one, the way that the killers in a lot of them actually do it is disappointing. They hardly toy with their victims and just straight up kill them. There’s hardly any fear, it’s just a single moment of blood and gore before it’s over.”

Billy grinned underneath his Ghostface mask. “You’re an interesting girl, what’s your name?”

“You don’t need to know that right now. What’s your favorite color?”

Without thinking Billy answered. “Red.”

“Like blood?”

“Sure, princess. Like blood.”

“Princess?”

Billy smirked again. “Well if you’re not going to tell me your name I have to find something to call you. You got a boyfriend?”

“Oh god no. They’re all toxic little shits that don’t know how to act. Besides, it’s too messy to clean up their blood.”

A beat of silence then; “For legal reasons, that was a joke.”

And all of a sudden, you were a much more fascinating person than Billy had ever imagined you would be to him. He wanted to know everything about you, all your strange little habits and personality traits that made you the way you are, your daily schedule, what your blood looked like spilled over his blade and hands.

“Hello?”

“Don’t worry, princess, I’m still here. And I have more questions for you.”

“Well I’m getting kind of sleepy so hurry it up.”

Billy smiled to himself, using his binoculars to glance around your room. You sat up on your bed, playing with something he couldn’t see. You also — he noticed, blood pooling southward — were only wearing an oversized t-shirt.

“What would you do differently as the killer in those movies?” That wasn’t the question you’d expected. Maybe your favorite band or your least favorite food. Maybe your name again. But not how you would commit murder.

You thought for a moment, humming under your breath. “For one thing, I wouldn’t make it so obvious it was me. In a lot of those movies the audience is guessing who it is in the first five minutes. That wouldn’t be me. I’m pretty outgoing and bubbly around my friends anyway, so I wouldn’t really be a suspect. Plus, my friends say I’m wicked smart but no one can tell when they first meet me.”

Billy nodded to himself. That much was true. He would never have expected you, one of his classmates who sits next to him in English, to go so in depth on how not to get caught murdering people.

You kept going. “So I would play that up. Cry at any mention of my dead classmates, but not too much or it’ll get suspicious. I’d keep up the facade of ‘perfect student’ and act disgusted when anyone brings up how I killed them. That alone would help.”

Billy laughed. “You sound like you’ve thought about this a lot.” But secretly he was taking notes.

“Sorry, I get really bored sometimes, and this is just what my mind strays to.”

Really? This is what your sick, twisted mind thought up in your free time? He wondered how many times he’d glanced over at you in English and you were plotting his death, spaced out with a happy smile on your face.

“Keep going, princess.”

“Well that’s just how I wouldn’t get caught. The actual murders themselves I would make as grisly and gory as I could think of so people would think a sweet, innocent, ‘perfect’ girl could never commit them. I would maybe draw satanic symbols on the wall in their blood or something to throw off police. I would only kill crackheads or past criminals so that the police wouldn’t really care very much to solve it. And I would only kill weeks apart so that they don’t feel immediately threatened.”

“Jesus Christ,” Billy was mostly thinking to himself, but still. He was impressed.

He also thought he might be falling in love with you a little bit.

#poly!ghostface #poly!ghostface smut #angst #billy loomis #fluff #scream #scream 1996 #smut #series #fic #scream 1996 smut #billy loomis scream #stu matcher x reader #stu macher

[oceanicjessie]

|| This one is dedicated to all the fan-fic writers, writing anything where Stu survives and Billy doesn't. You are all evil and I love you. ψ(._. )> ||

|| I hope everyone was having a good day before stumbling along this one. I don't apologise nor am I liable for any emotional scarring coming across this has caused. I am a simple artist, I see angst potential, and I take it. Next post, we'll have Stu getting hard rejected by Billy and Billy will go kiss...Roman. (。_。) (Actually, scrap that, I don't want to put that into the world, no hate to people who ship that but um.. no.) Love you guys. 🫶 ||

#scream 1996 #scream fanart #billy loomis #stu macher #stuilly #stu x billy #billy x stu #artists on tumblr #angst art #billy loomis fanart #stu macher fanart #scream movies #oceanicjessie-art

[florrysgf]

NOT PART OF THE PLAN! stu macher x fem!reader

SUMMARY: in which you discover your boyfriend, stu is hiding a dark secret, which leads to you crumbling his and billy’s plan

WARNINGS: swearing, mentions of drugging, manipulation, blood, murder, mentions of death, gunshots, stabbing, mentions of vomit

WORD COUNT: 1.9k +

You muttered a low “Fuck,” under your breath as you forced open your eyes. Your eyelids were heavy. You struggled as you lifted your head up from the pillow, it felt as though it weighed a ton. It took a couple of seconds for your eyes to adjust to the bright light, and for you to realise where you were. The digital clock on the bedside table was the first thing to catch your eye. Shit, how much did you drink? It was past 1AM, and Stu was nowhere to be seen.

You internally scratched your brain for any recollection of the previous night. You remember drinking, a lot, which you presumed caused you to pass out in Stu’s bedroom. But what confused you the most was the fact that Stu wasn’t lying beside you. There was no way the party was still going on. There was a curfew in place, and you distinctly remember having to drag a girl out of the house by her hair because she was so drunk.

You forced yourself up out of the bed and trailed down the hall to Mr and Mrs Macher’s bedroom, where you hoped to find your boyfriend. Instead, when you opened the door, you were met with a rather stomach-churning sight. You let out a gasp, a peculiar feeling growing in the pit of your stomach. Blood. Everywhere. Up the walls, on the floor, splattered across the bed.

“Oh my god. No, no, no.” You repeated to yourself, immediately rushing to sprint down the staircase. If you ran any faster, you’d go flying.

Just as reached the bottom of the staircase, the scene infront of you stopped you in your tracks. Randy was lying unresponsive on the floor of the foyer, blood seeping out from his chest whilst a hysterical Sidney stood over him. By the door, you locked eyes with Billy, but this was not the same Billy you once knew. He stood smirking, scratching the side of his head with the barrel of Dewey’s gun. His white cotton shirt was soaked in blood, and the barbarous look in his eyes was haunting.

You felt sick to your stomach. Was it Billy all along? All this time, your best friend was the one you should’ve been scared of and you were blinded to it. “What the fuck is going on?” You croaked out.

“You know, Y/N. I always thought you were smarter than that.” Billy chuckled, referencing the gun in his hand, “C’mon. Put two and two together.”

You were trying to process too much at once, and it was beginning to get too much for you. The masked killer running around was right under your nose the entire time, and he just shot one of your best friends. Fuck! You trudged your way over to where Randy was lying. The carpet beneath him was quickly turning red with his blood, and his skin was growing more and more pale by the second.

“Is he dead?” Sidney asked between sobs.

You found his wrist, frantically searching for a pulse. You felt the tears prick in your eyes as you were unable to find one. Your emotions built up, a sudden wrath took hold of you, prompting you to pick up a vase that was placed on a table by the front door. You tipped the flowers out onto the floor and ran up behind Billy, smashing the ornament over his head. “You sick fucking bastard!” You cried.

The brunette boy screamed out, using his free hand to grasp hold of your ankle, dragging you down to the floor with him. You whined, trying to wriggle out of his grip, but it was no use.

Instead, you used your right leg to kick him the torso, causing the gun to fly from his hand. A small, yet determined smirk formed on your face as you extended your arm out the grab the weapon, at the hope of freeing yourself. You were so close. Just a few inches fur—

“Bitch.” The Loomis boy spat, stomping his foot on your wrist, stopping you from reaching the gun and causing you to yelp out in pain.

You were forced to put all of the pressure on your other arm as you forced yourself to stand up and attempt to tackle him again. You lunged forward at him, only for the loud ring of his shotgun to fill your ears. You audibly gasped as the bullet tore through your skin, deflecting off your right rib. It felt like your insides were burning out. As though it were a reflex, your hands cupped the bullet hole in your side, your vision blurring at the sight of blood pouring out.

Stu came running into the room at the sound of the gunshot. The beige sweater you once bought him was now red with blood, the cotton torn to shreds. You didn’t even notice the kitchen knife in his hand.

He watched your body collapse against the wall, his face dropping instantly as he turned to the brunette, who looked just as shocked as you did. “What the fuck, man?!” He spat.

Sidney rushed to your side, tearing off her denim jacket and holding it to your gunshot wound, trying her best to apply pressure to it and stop the bleeding. She’d already lost Randy and Tatum, she sure as hell wasn’t going to lose you too.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Your boyfriend shrieked, staring aimlessly at Billy, who simply cocked his head to the side. “We had an agreement, man! You promised me she wouldn’t get hurt!”

The Loomis boy simply shrugged his shoulders. “She got too cocky.” He supposed, “I told you if she got in the way, I wouldn’t hesitate to kill her.”

“You promised, you dick.” Stu whined, dropping the knife to the floor and kneeling down beside you. His hand reached for yours, only for you to slap it away.

“Don’t touch me!” You snapped, causing him to tense up. More tears began to fall down your already stained cheeks. This couldn’t be happening. How could he do this to you? You grabbed the jacket from Sidney’s fingers, pressing it harder to your torso with a wince as you tried to stand up, using the wall to help you.

Once you were up, you stumbled into the kitchen with a stiff Stu traipsing behind you. Sidney tried to follow, but Billy was quick to grab hold of her, pulling her to his chest and holding the gun to her head.

“It was you. It was you all along. It was all you.” You muttered, mostly to yourself, pacing up and down the kitchen. Even saying it out loud, you couldn’t comprehend it. You turned around, gawking at him through glossy eyes, silently begging for an explanation.

Stu frowned, attempting to get closer to you again, but you took a step back, gripping the counter with your fingers. “Y/N, please. You don’t get it.”

“I don’t get it?” You scoffed, tightening your grip on the marble counter as the pain in your stomach started to become unbearable. You weren’t sure how much longer you’d be able to stand. “Then explain it to me, Stu! Explain to me why you killed all those people! Casey, Tatum, Himbry, Randy - why’d you do it?”

The tall, blonde boy was unable to look you in the eye. God, he felt so ashamed. This wasn’t supposed to be happening, this wasn’t the plan. “It was Billy.” He mumbled, causing the brunette on the other side of the room to roll his eyes. “It was all Billy’s idea, he made me do it. I swear it, Y/N, please. You have to believe me.”

Peer pressure? Was that his motive? Did he really expect you to believe that? You knew Stu was easily led, he always had been, but now it all made sense. The sick jokes, the slasher references. There had always been something about him and you were too stupid to notice it. Either that or he was too good at hiding it.

His fear grew bigger as you stayed silent. It made him feel uneasy, he didn’t know what you were thinking and that terrified him. He had to get you on his side. He had to make you believe him. “He promised to leave you out of it if I helped him. That’s why we put you upstairs, to protect you!”

“Oh my god…” you whimpered, tears falling from your eyes as the realisation washed over you like a wave. The beers. Holy shit, the beers. “You— you drugged me.” You whispered somewhat sternly.

Stu’s eyes, too glistened with tears. He shook his head, neither conforming nor denying your statement. “To protect you!” He repeated, defending himself, his voice dropping down to the usual soft tone you knew and loved.

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” You gawked at him, eyes wide.

“You weren’t supposed to get hurt!” He whined, throwing his arms in the air, eyeing your gaping wound. “You weren’t supposed to get shot, that was not part of the plan. All I wanted was to keep you safe, that’s all I wanted! Fuck, if you had just stayed upstairs like you were suppo—”

You cut him off, almost laughing at what you’d just heard. “Are you saying this all my fault?!”

“Y/N, honey, I love you—”

“You’re psychotic.”

“It’s not my fault—”

“You’re a murderer!”

“I did it for you!”

You let out a groan, clutching your stomach with your arm. Your entire body ached, you were exhausted. “What do you expect me to do, Stu?” You sighed in defeat. “Drop everything and forgive you so we can run off into the sunset together? Act like none of this ever happened?”

Stu ran out of words. He couldn’t think of anything else to say to convince you to be on his side. He didn’t want to lose you, that was the last thing he wanted. You were all he had left. He could tell you were tired, tired of everything. You just wanted it all to stop. As harsh as it may sound, in that moment, you wished you never met him. The boy inched closer to you, holding his arms out. He just wanted to hug you, hold you in his arms and inhale your scent, without a care in the world.

You flinched as his fingertips brushed against your skin. You felt sick. In a panic, you reached out behind you, swiping a kitchen knife from the block on the counter, and holding it out infront of you.

Stu took a rapid step back, gawping at your shaking hand. “Baby, what are you doing?” He carefully asked.

“I said… don’t come… near me.” You whispered. Now Stu was scared. Not because of the knife in your hand, but because you were turning pale. You were sweating. Your entire body was trembling, relying completely on the counter behind you to stay upright.

“Y/N, baby, give me the knife.” The blonde pleaded, looking at you with begging eyes.

Suddenly your eyes felt incredibly heavy. You let out a gasp, your grip on the side loosening. The knife slipped out of your hand with a loud crash, and your body collapsed to the floor with it. “Shit! Shit!” The Macher boy cursed, kneeling down bedside you at an instant. He picked up your head, placing it on his lap. His stomach churned as you began to spit up blood.

Once he was preoccupied, searching frantically for something, anything, to stop the bleeding, using the little strength you had left, you reached for knife, grasping it and plunging it straight into his back. “Bastard.” You spluttered, dropping the knife to the floor, lying back down as your boyfriend face-planted the ground, the kitchen knife poking out of his back.

#scream 1996 #1990s #fanfiction #ghostface #fanfic #stu macher #stu macher smut #stu macher x reader #matthew lillard #scream fanfic #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis #randy meeks #sidney prescott #matthew lillard x reader #skeet ulrich #scream vi #mickey altieri #scream angst #scream fluff

[whoreforhorror]

Can i ask for poly! billy & stu having an s/o that's been killed infront of them?? i've been finding some angsty poly ghostface lately >.<

Did I cry while writing this? Maybe. I’m very much a person who has to have a happy ending so this was super sad to write. Thank you for letting my break my own heart, Anon. Hope you enjoy!

Poly! Ghostface when their S/O is killed in front of them:

It wasn’t supposed to go this way. You were supposed to have stayed hidden until they were done. The three of you were going to watch movies after. Your whole afternoon was going to be so fun but now… that couldn’t happen now.

You were hidden in an upstairs bedroom as Billy and Stu took care of four victims. It was supposed to be a pretty quick endeavor before your date. The victims had gotten a bit too close to figuring out Ghostface’s identity for comfort and had to be dealt with.

One of the four had slipped upstairs without the boys seeing and had found you while attempting to hide. You were the perfect leverage piece. They grabbed you by the neck of your shirt and drug you out of the closet. It crossed your mind to scream for the two but settled on yelling at the victim because you couldn’t risk exposing your boyfriends. 

Stu was the first to hear you screaming for someone to get off. He let out a rushed “Shit.” before sprinting up the stairs. Billy watched him, confused. He drug the blade through the second half of his third victim’s stomach and dropped the crying, gurgling person to listen closely. He too heard your yelling and took off up the stairs like Stu had. 

The door was locked when Stu reached the upstairs bedroom, so he started running full speed at the door and slamming his shoulder into it. The door cracked and bent but ultimately wasn’t close to giving in. Billy reached the door soon after, grabbing Stu by the shoulder and pushing him out of the way so he could kick the door just under the lock, breaking the lock and door handle, and giving the boys access to you and the last victim.

The boys barged into the room and froze, seeing the victim standing behind your body like it was a shield, a knife to your throat. They were manic, laughing, and beginning to ramble about how they had “finally won” and how Billy and Stu had “killed their friends, so now it was time for a little karma.”

Stu’s throat was shut tight, and he could feel the implication of tears causing his eyes to burn. This wasn’t supposed to happen. This wasn’t how this was supposed to go down. Billy felt his shoulders tighten and square up as he readjusted his grip on his own knife. “They don’t have anything to do with this. Let them go.”

The victim laughed at that. “Neither did my friends but here we are.” The blade dug into your throat as they applied more pressure. The urge to squirm and fight your way out was incredibly strong, overwhelmingly so. Billy and Stu were a few feet away, and you wanted nothing more than to be in their arms and forget this had ever happened. 

You wanted a hug. You wanted to lay on their laps while watching that movie, Stu playing with your hair while Billy ran his hand up and down your leg. You wanted to see Stu crane his head down to give you that goofy smile when one of his favorite parts of a movie was coming up. You wanted to hear Billy rambling on about the killer’s technique or how something should have gone. As you thought of that, you almost wanted to laugh. Billy would be so upset if this were a movie. He’d go on about the million ways in which this situation could have been avoided or what you could do to get out, but your mind was drawing blanks as to a solution

“Guys? I- I’m scared.” The shaky, raspiness of your voice surprised you. You wanted a glass of water. The victim adjusted their grip on you, making the blade dig impossibly more into your throat and causing a small cut to form as they laughed at your fear.

“Awww, isn’t that a shame? You’re scared? Imagine how I felt.” The victim wasn’t budging as the boys turned to look at each other, masks hiding their expressions and doing nothing to soothe you. You wanted to know what they were thinking, if they were planning something or had a way to get you out. The silent, screaming masks gave away nothing.

Stu was in full panic mode, opening and closing his fist because he couldn’t think of another outlet for his anxiety and adrenaline. He couldn’t lose you. His love for you was bordering on obsession. He NEEDS you around him or he’d lose his mind. He loved Billy too but they were both incredibly incomplete without you and they both knew it.

Billy ran a thousand scenarios and options in his head, coming up with nothing clever or thought out that could help. He’d seen a hundred movies with this scenario and nothing had ever worked. He shifted his feet, readjusting his stance and knife, launching himself at you and the victim. He couldn’t lose you. He couldn’t lose you. He COULDN’T lose you.

The victim reacted, dragging the blade heavy and firm across your neck from one artery to the other before shoving you into Billy who caught you on instinct. Stu broke out of his frozen panic and jumped at the victim, stabbing him over and over and over and over. The face, the throat, the chest, the stomach, nowhere was safe from Stu as his panic flickered into rage.

Pain blossomed and throbbed in your throat as tears welled up in your eyes and your hands shot up in a desperate attempt to stop the bleeding. You fell to the ground in Billy’s arms, him coming down with you. His hands joined yours on your throat, your blood still pouring out. You tried to talk, to call out to Billy and tell him that everything's going to be ok. You wanted to tell him you were going to be fine and the three of you would find a way to fix this. You couldn’t say any of that, and it hurt your soul more than the cut on your throat could ever.

Stu joined the two of you, on his knees next to Billy and yanked the mask off himself and Billy, finally letting you see their faces. You wish you hadn’t. The boys were panicking. For the first time since you’d known them, they looked truly panicked, Stu’s class-clown act and Billy’s tough guy persona seemed miles away in the moment and you nearly couldn’t believe these were the same boys you knew, the same boys you’re dating.

The room around you was getting cold quickly, and you were so tired. It wasn’t a good sign and you knew it. While you hadn’t died before, you knew that this is what it felt like. You were going to die and you couldn’t help but let a smile fill your expression. Sure, you were going to die but it was in the arms of the two people you loved more than the world itself. You’d give up anything to be with them at any moment and, of all the ways your time could come to an end, being with the boys, your boys made it hurt just a little less.

Your weight shifted forward and Billy held you in his lap. “I’m so, so sorry. It should have been us. It should have been me. I’m so sorry, love. Please forgive me, forgive us. We’re so sorry. I’m so sorry.” Billy repeated this like a mantra.

Stu was in a similar state. “No. No no no no no no no. Please, I need you, baby. We can make it, it’s going to be alright. We’re going to get you patched up then we’ll watch a movie. We’ll even let you pick this time, no complaints. You just have to stay with us. Please, please please please stay with us.”

You couldn’t speak, but the room was growing so dark. Your eyelids were so heavy and you couldn’t stay up for much longer. You took your hands off your throat. They weren’t helping much anyway. Stu moved almost instantly to replace where your hands had just been with his own, panic and questions flashing across his face in rapid succession.

You put a bloodied hand on the side of each boys’ face, stroking their cheek with your thumb just slightly. You leaned your head forward, resting your forehead on Billy’s pulling Stu with all the strength you could muster so he’d join his forehead with yours as well. 

You coughed and gurgled, clearing your throat the best you could. You couldn’t make yourself stay awake any longer. “B- Billy… Stu… I love you” A fit of coughing took over for a minute. “I love you b- both an- and I forgive you.” It had taken the last of your strength. Your eyelids shut, relief washing over you as the pain was washed out with adrenaline, pain finally giving out to euphoria.

“No. Stop. No no no. Stay with us. Please, please stay with us. No no no no no No No NO NO NO!” Stu was nearly screaming now. Billy, on the other hand, said nothing as he sobbed openly and loudly. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d seen him cry so freely. You think it might have been when his mom left but you weren’t too sure. Everything was foggy and distant, the boys sounding an eternity away and growing further until… nothing.

You went slack in the boys’ hold, the both of them falling silent. Your body slumped and fell, resting in Billy’s lap. “Baby…?” Stu spoke in barely a whisper, calling out to you. “Love?” His hands were on your throat and on your shoulder, shaking your body slightly. “Wake up baby, please.” Another shake. “Please, please wake up, please, please, please, please, please. When you didn’t respond, Stu through himself forward and held you in a tight hug as he sobbed into your slack shoulder.

Any other time, you’d hold him close. You’d tell him it was alright and that you were always here for him. How could you be so cruel and lie to him? Just come back. He needs you. They need you. Both of them will never be complete again without you.

Billy cried over you, his tears falling on your blood-stained cheeks and mixing to form pink streaks that fell to the floor. At some point they’d both grown silent, retreating into their thoughts as they couldn’t physically cry anymore. They had to leave, they both knew it. They could both hear the sirens growing closer. Stu looked up at Billy, both confirming to the other that they had to go and leave you here. Billy took off the necklace they had given you when they’d first asked you to date them. It was a simple silver chain with a little VHS charm and a Michael Myers mask charm. He moved you off of himself gently, leaning over to give you one last kiss on your lips as he tucked the necklace away. He grabbed the masks as Stu kissed your forehead and then your lips.

They left out the window as the sirens approached the house. You were left to be discovered, another victim of the Woodsboro killer. It was their last kill. Soon after, the boys entered the Woodsboro police station and turned themselves in, finding themselves on the electric chair after a death sentence was handed down by a judge.

Billy kissed the necklace and, with final words, said that he hoped he would see you on the other side, and that he hoped you truly forgave him. Stu kissed your same necklace, using his final words to declare his love for you, in life and in death. Then, a strong shock took each boy out.

#billy loomis x reader x stu macher #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #ghostface x reader #ghostface #angst #scream franchise #scream #scream 1996 #slasher x reader #slashers imagine #slasher fucker

[persefolli]

𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟏:

𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 - 𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐓𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢

𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟐:

𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐰𝐧 - 𝐓𝐨𝐣𝐢

𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 - 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢

𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟑:

𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡 - 𝐊𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠

𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐝 - 𝐉𝐨𝐡𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐞

𝐖𝐞𝐞𝐤 𝟒:

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 - 𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬 + 𝐒𝐭𝐮 𝐌𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫

#avatar the way of water #atwow #angst #jake sully #tonowari #avatar #scream #kinktober #smut #billy loomis #stu macher #simon ghost riley #konig cod #john price #tate langdon #astarion #toji fushiguro #geto suguru #gojo satoru #persefolliwrites #persefolli

[horror102]

This isn’t love.

Billy Loomis falling in love, with someone who isn’t possibly capable of loving a murderer

TW: Angst, Kissing, crying, self harm, suicide, murder,

Billy Loomis; He saw you in a store, soft and sweet, paying for the elderly couple behind you. Usually he didn’t care about what good deeds his soon to be victims did but you were soft, and sweet. So as the concerned person he was he stalked you or in other words walked you home without you noticing.

Billy had never saw you before, so you being in that shop was almost as if fate aligned you. He thought, his mouth casually dropped to the floor once you walked into the school, a gray shirt and loose jeans. A book bag, and lunchbox even though no one brought them anymore.

He would follow you home, just to make sure you’re safe of course.

And finally whilst him and Sidney were having relationship issues, he summoned the courage to talk to you, a simple “hey, you must be new here.” And he carried the conversation walking you and leading you through the new to you- halls of the school.

Eventually, the more him and Sidney fought over the serial killer going around town, and accusing him back and forth of being the killer which he repeatedly denied. He would come to you, tell you about it and call it “horse shit”

You couldn’t help but wonder how a sweet charming guy, with a silly sense of humor could possibly be the killer, he wouldn’t even think of doing such a thing.

So One night, you were sitting on your back porch when you heard someone yell your name, frightened yet the voice sounded oddly familiar so you looked over to see Billy, obviously you were creeped that he knew where you lived but felt safe knowing there was a killer on the loose and he would protect you. Like he said he would.

You let him in, as your parents were asleep and you went inside your bedroom, he sat on the frame of your bed and you sat in the middle, he clicked through the movies trying to find something to watch, finally deciding on a horror movie. He locked the window, and your door was already locked because you wouldn’t want your parents to see him, though what’s harm in a little movie?

He scooted up taking off his shoes and jacket, he smelled like male body wash and fresh soap. Cologne covered his whole body. And it was alluring.

He had you cuddled up underneath his arm and your legs over his, his hand on your thigh as you watched the movie occasionally gripping his arm or yelping during horror scenes in which he laughed.

Once the movie ended, you both took a pause, you yawned and he smiled, he looked at you slowly, but surely. He inhaled through his nose and you cuddled yourself deeper into the pit of his arm. He called your name, causing you to look him in his eyes.

“I like you, a lot.”

You paused, mouth open but eyebrows cocked.

“I’m assuming you also like Sidney?”

His eyes went wide and you sighed, you weren’t going to fall into his play boy tricks, he stayed silent for a second but continued to speak.

“Not as much as I like you.”

You sighed and turned away, but continuing he leaned in and you couldn’t help to turn away from those pretty pink lips and God, did that kiss feel amazing. His tongue slithered into your mouth and your slid on top of his, you broke apart a slight smile on both of your faces. He gave you a small peck on your forehead with his lips, and your eyes began to drift too sleep. And that was the end of the night.

•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•

You and Billy started dating immediately after Sidney broke up with him due to all her attacks. She was frightened and scared growing anxious of who the killer might be in which Billy said he was just tired of her accusing him so they separated.

You were slightly happy, because you knew you would never accuse Billy of such a thing, you and him have been dating for months, and what he promised you, about protecting you surely has been working. Because you weren’t attacked or any family you knew attacked either.

Billy always took you out on dates, he let you meet his best friend Stu, and it was overall always a good time when you were with him. And today your going on your “hundredth” date which was common so you thought nothing of it.

He repeatedly told you, not to think to much of it. And kept asking you would you love his despite what he did or his faults, in which of course you said yes. Who could not? What could this possibly pretty boy do? The only bad thing you saw him do is run over a squirrel and he comforted you as you started crying over it. So what bad could he do?

He stayed by your side more than ever today, and he kept asking you those same questions. “Would you love me if I did something bad?” They started off silly but started to go deeper it started off like “would you love me if I ate your ice cream?” And went to “would you love me if I killed someone? And of course naive you said yes because he had to be joking, and just wanting some reassurance, but don’t we all? You thought.

Billy would always bring you little gifts, and reassure you protection, fighting for you over little things and hurting people physically if they dared to hurt you. And you found it sweet, your sweet little boy who had a tough heart for defending you. A girls dream. And you were the one living it.

Billy told you to dress casual, and which you did, long sleeved shirt, because it was cold, and a pear of his sweatpants and his hoodie he gave you. It still smelled like him.

He told you to meet him at this place, and he’d have Stu walk you because of course he didn’t want his angel walking alone, and you were so giddy, spraying thousands of perfume but careful not ridding the smell of him because you loved it. Brushing your teeth, and doing some skin care and a bit of makeup. Wanting to look perfect for your pretty boy.

In the midst of finishing up you heard a horn, and you grabbing your purse and jogged out the door into the car with Stu in it, you shared some laughs and jokes. Though Stu, looked more stern than usual. Which was odd for Stu of course. You asked him why, and he said he wasn’t sure about something. And you said whatever it was it would turn out okay. Which he smiled but still keeping the sternness clear in the posture of his eyebrows.

He walked you to this blanket on the floor, on top of grass in the middle of a flower field. It was pretty, especially with the stars, he knew you liked flowers so that’s probably why he picked it you thought. And letting out a giggle watching Stu leave waving him goodbye. And hearing the car screech as he pulled off. You waited for a minute before feeling hands on your shoulders.

You screeched and laughed at you saw Billy’s face, he smiled but you couldn’t help but notice he had a slight cut on his upper lip as if he had been fighting. But you didn’t want to pester him about it and ruin the moment.

“So?”

You asked wondering what you were doing in the middle of a field.

He softly shushed you, telling you to be patient. He pulled out a picnic basket, you giggled of course because look at how cute this was? Everyone’s dream, God you were so lucky. Under the stars on a picnic date. With your caring lover. Your soft, strong, beautiful, handsome, precious boy. God you were so in love.

You were so excited watching him pull out a PBJ sandwich, he knew you hated mayo and loved peanut butter, and that was obviously your favorite sandwich. You ate whilst looking at the stars he repeatedly ignored your questions with a tsk and scoff. Brushing you off as you both continued to eat and drink little apple juice boxes. This was cute and sweet, as all you were thinking. You were already planning the future.

Kids, Married, Happy.

All you ever wanted a dream come true, and who would’ve thought, you. And average girl, in a small town who could’ve been mercilessly slaughtered by a town stalker and serial killer. But somehow luckily found love, with the sweetest boy in town. His parent’s must’ve loved him. And taught him right. You thought.

Once you finally got done eating, he cleaned up, and coughed as if clearing his throat. He grabbed both of your hands, and drew circles on them with his thumb.

“You will love me, no matter what i do, just how i love you, right?”

He asked, and you just found it so sweet, tears almost fell, because you never thought you’d have love like this.

“Yes Billy, of course, who wouldn’t love a sweet boy like you.”

Your heart was full of butterflies, he’s presence made you shake. But it was so full of love, almost suffocating. Utmost.

“You promise?”

“I promise, Billy.”

He inhaled, and opened his mouth ready to speak.

“I am Ghost-Face,”

“What?”

You were confused, what was he saying? You let out an anxious laugh, not wanting to ruin the mood by being confused.

“The serial killer, who’s been terrorizing the town.”

You let out another anxious chuckle your hands were shaking in his grasp as you realize what you got yourself the fuck into.

“Billy no- please tell me this is a joke. If it is, it isn’t funny.”

“It isn’t, imagine, how much we could have, I’ll always protect you, like I promised, like I’m doing now. I love you, and I’ll continue to love you whilst I slaughter that bitch Sidney.”

His voice deepened and he reached into the basket, grabbing a voice changer and the mask, putting it on pulling out a blade from his pocket with blood coated on it.

“No-no- Billy, you can’t do this to people.”

Your love had completely vanished, even just a few moments ago you thought he was the one, but who is possibly capable of loving a heartless murderer with no sense of morality what so ever, he could hurt me.

“I know, it’s bad, but you love me, so that doesn’t exactly matter anymore.”

He chuckled thinking it was all some silly game.

“No. I don’t,”

He paused, his chuckle vanished. His lips stayed in a straight line, he had a dark look in his eyes, hands clenched around the blade. Twitching, and eyes wild and beastly.

“What?”

He asked, his voice, sounded deep and weird, like the Devil, like the raw wound and monster he was.

“I don’t love you, you fucking monster.”

You grew angry, he killed your fucking friends. He killed those silly little boys asking you out whilst they were drunk. He killed innocents that were just backgrounds in the story.

Enraged, he looked up at you. His head was shaking and his face was red. Eyes sheltering the tears that threatened to fall.

“Your a murderer, how could you possibly-expect someone to love you. God, oh my God! Sidney was right about you. Your the fucking Devil.”

A single tear drop fell from his eye. He stood still. Hands straining from how tight he held the knife, you obviously took notice and slowly backed away.

“This isn’t funny, is this some type of joke Stu put you up too?”

He asked, completely oblivious to the truth, or at least not wanting to face it, you didn’t give him an answer, you didn’t say yes, you didn’t say no, you didn’t say anything. You spun on your heel and you fucking ran.

You ran fast, faster than any time you ever ran before.

In your peripheral vision you say Billy, standing still in the same place hands by his side. Which innocuously cause you to run slowly but steadily away. Until he bolted at you, knife in hand and yelling in rage.

Calling you a liar, a whore, worthless, nothing and his lovely.

Though Billy was taller and stronger, you were more stealth. Making it easier for you to dodge the trees and branches that blocked your direction of running. Tears fell from your eyes as you watched him fall from a beach and it diving straight through his legs. Wanting to go back and help, and him calling your name in agony, begging for your help. You resisted, you ran full speed and out of air towards the nearest police station.

Banging on the doors with blood on your hands from the cuts you got from the thorns. Immediately they took you in, and you told them everything, leaving out stuff that could lead Billy in more trouble than he is already in. Crying, and shivering. Nibbling on your bottom lip, wondering how could you fall into his manipulative tricks.

Your legs in your hands, as your sat in the chair, anxiously looking behind your back in fear that he’d catch you and take you with him. You knew you should’ve listened to the things that people had said about them, you couldn’t help but wonder if Stu knew.

You were alone, dropping nearly all of your friends that dared to shame the supposed love of your life.

You started remember the time he climbed through the window and snuck in, giving you the kiss that finally bonded you two. And the way he smelled near you, neatly tucking you to sleep before he left, to go home before your parents came inside to wake you up for school.

You whined and you cried as nearby officers comforted you. And a couple came back telling you, there was no sight of him.

Your eyes widened in surprise wondering if he’d come back to get revenge and slaughter you.

Though unbeknownst to you, he was running to Stu’s house with a gash in his leg. Tears running down his face and a ring in his pocket. Screaming and crying in heartbreak. Not a care in the fucking world about him bleeding from his leg, he knew it was too good to be true. He always knew he was too horrid to love.

Too rough, too mean, too cruel, too much. He was always too much but somehow never enough.

Sidney had fucked his life up, he didn’t love her he loved you, his precious pretty girl. The only half of him that wasn’t rotten or bleeding.

The only person Stu agreed on letting live. The only person he fucking loved. But you left so you couldn’t have loved him that much right?

No, that can’t possibly be true, you were right. You would never Love a fucking killer, who would? Maybe you thought he would lose control maybe you thought he would hurt you. What sane person would fall in love with him, no wonder you left. You deserved too, you needed too leave. He didn’t deserve someone like you, he deserved someone just as rotten as him, someone as horrid, someone who didn’t love him at all.

In the midst of his thoughts he saw Stu smoking on the edge of his front porch immediately he ran too Billy, helping him up, and carrying him in the house before any sirens came.

Stu didn’t dare ponder about the tears on his face, because he already knew. He just bandaged him up and packed there stuff so they could get ready to go in hiding.

The only words Stu muttered to him was-

“This is why you don’t think you’re in love.”

In which Billy sat there letting him bandage him, eyes at the floor swelling. And the remembrance of you wearing his hoodie with a smile on your pretty face. Just too look at him in complete fear and disdain when he told you how much of a monster he really was.

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