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luwritesomething · 1 year

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Billy Loomis x reader

Reader is having a horrible day and.billy comforts her

Billy Loomis x Reader: bad day (good life)

Warnings: Swearing (probably), bad day, billy climbing through your window

Tags: fluff, lowkey domestic, established relationship, a single kiss, bad day but good outcome, pre murders, ooc for billy (i don’t think so but he’s definitely not in his psychotic breakdown here)

Reader pronouns: Non stated (reader is referred to as ‘doll’ once).

Word count: 1109

Summary: Reader had a bad day, but good thing Billy boy is there to save the day.

Author’s note: i love him your honor :’) jesus christ it literally makes NO SENSE how much i love this man. please, keep the billy requests coming, i love writing for him!!!! pre murders, during murders, post murders, fluff, angst, you name it!!! i’ll write anything for him at this point <3 thank you for requesting @manyfandomsfanvergent, i loved writing this one and i really appreciate people sending requests :)

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, chad meeks-martin, mindy meeks-martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko, laura crane

The only light in the room was the one that came from the little lamp by your nightstand, barely enough to make certain corners of the bedroom visible enough. A soft but chill end-of-summer breath sneaked through the slightly open window, chilling the room down and forcing you to cover even better with your bed’s covers, since you had no energy to get up and close it.

The comforting covers’ weight wasn’t enough that day to make you feel anything different than the despair that had attacked your day since the moment you had woken up, and all you wanted was to fall asleep and face a new, better morning. But of course, nothing could go correctly, and your mind wouldn’t stop spinning and spiraling, keeping you wide awake instead of letting you drift into a sweet dream. Just great.

Billy hadn’t really noticed you were having a bad day, you had played it cool enough during your time together at school for his careful eye not to catch anything out of character, so his visit wasn’t really justified apart from wanting to get out of his house and possibly spend more time with you. When he saw that your window was open, he didn’t even try to warn you of his arrival, instead choosing to climb like he was already used to — he had probably used the door to your house once, that time he had come to check how you were feeling during that day you had skipped class because of being sick.

His eyes scanned the room from outside before he finally lifted himself with the help of his arms and slid into your bedroom, not used to so much darkness. Billy was surprised to not see you sitting on your desk, doing the English essay you had due tomorrow — he knew you hadn’t started because you had mentioned during lunch while you talked with Sidney. His eyebrows raised slightly when he saw you coddled on bed, covers and sheets almost completely covering your head.

“Everything alright, doll?”

His presence and voice triggered you so badly — given that, during your laments, you hadn’t heard him, especially considering how stealthy he always tried to be —, that you sat up, letting the covers fall around you as your heart beated desperately against your chest. You relaxed when you saw it was just Billy, but your heart continued to furiously attempt to break out from its place.

“Jesus, Billy, don’t ever scare me like that.” You muttered rather quickly, and then you let yourself go back to your previous position in bed. Billy smiled to himself as he made his way to your bed, slowly. You felt the mattress dip down when he sat by the end of it, and you sighed. “It’s just… a bad day.”

Billy looked at you from the corner of his eyes. “Hm?”

You gave in, letting your voice come out all muffled as you pressed your face against the pillow. “Terrible, actually.”

“Oh, no.” He chuckled, and you knew he wasn’t laughing at you when his weight shifted and he crawled to your side, mindful of not letting his boots touch your clean covers. When you moved your face away from the pillow, you saw his face just some inches away from yours, boring his eyes into yours. “What are we gonna do about that?”

A soft smile blossomed in your lips while his hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb lovingly brushing against your skin. “Come cuddle?” You whispered hopefully.

Billy just hummed, and the two seconds you had to wait for him to get rid of his boots was excruciating. Once he was barefoot, he slid next to you under the covers, his arms coming to surround you and press you closely against him — you wished more people knew this version of him. He looked gloomy and even scary from the outside, but his sweetness was betrayed by his eyes and his actions, not only with you, but with those he loved.

“There.” He said softly when your head came to rest in his chest. His heartbeat was slow, grounding, comforting, but most of all, familiar. “I missed you.”

You dismissed the fact you had seen each other throughout most of the whole day, and instead tried your best to lift your gaze to him. “Did you really?”

“Mhm.” Billy hummed softly, his fingers rubbing circles against your arm. “Thought about you the whole day. Do you wanna talk about it?”

“About what?”

“Your day?”

“Oh.” Your head instantly started to shake, a silent no that was quickly followed by, “Not really.”

You only knew he had acknowledged that because of the way he hummed, the vibrations reverberating against your head pressed to his chest. It was a warm feeling, fuzzy, that made you smile softly. You inhaled his scent slowly, letting his perfume surround you in that comfort your covers hadn’t been able to give you.

“You’re comfortable.” You muttered after some seconds, hiding your smile.

Billy couldn’t help but snort. “You’re not using me as a pillow.”

“I already am.”

“But you’re easy to shove.”

Laughter spilled from your mouth, and your arms came to surround his waist, under all the sheets covering you. “No!”

With a soft smile you didn’t see, Billy heard your laughter continue and eventually die, leaving just the trace of a genuine smile in your pretty face. His breath could have caught in his throat if this had been the first time he had ever seen you like this, but instead, he recognized the sight and the familiarity it brought him almost overwhelmed him.

“You laughed.” He said, after some minutes.

You frowned slightly. “Uh?”

“I made you laugh.” Billy pointed out, and you could hear the boyish grin in his lips. “Even when you were sulking so badly.”

“Get over it.” You said with a roll of your eyes, but not moving an inch from him. “It was a bad day, not a bad life.”

Billy just shook his head, his smile growing with every passing second, and holding you impossibly closer to him. You could get used to this, you thought, as you closed your eyes to focus on the heartbeat beating happily because of you. You’ve gotten used to this, you realized when Billy’s hand lifted your head with just tapping your chin, getting you to look at him with stars in your eyes that he certainly reciprocated.

“Kiss me?” You muttered, like asking for a promise.

He smiled, watching you for a few seconds before he finally leaned in, pressing a kiss to your lips. It was a promise.

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wekiamo · 1 year

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fell harder pt 2

skeet ulrich x fem!reader

a/n: here goes part 2! this is a lil longer than my fics usually are, i hope thats not a problem! have fun reading 🤍 BTW SKEET IN THIS GIF BYEE that man is something else

pt. 3 & masterlist

warnings: swearing, fluff

you didn’t get to sleep a lot at night. maybe it’s the anxiety you’re feeling, knowing that today you were going to meet almost everyone you were going to see very often from now on. it’s not a big deal for you, the only big deal is that in “everyone”, skeet ulrich is included.

you fear you’re gonna get nervous and say something weird, act weird making him dislike you. if that was anyone else, it would be okay. but imagine skeet ulrich disliking you? that’s what you think for almost 5 minutes after getting up from bed, while looking at yourself in the mirror.

you figure out you have to convince yourself that he’s a normal person just like you, and that there’s nothing to be scared about.

“yeah, it’s not a big deal. so what if he doesn’t like me?” you tell youself, before opening your fridge and grabbing an apple. you continue talking “i shouldn’t care about what he thinks of me. he’s a human like anyone else, so i’m gonna act like i always do. that’s it!” you sound more convinced than you thought you would be, and that makes a smile grow in your face.

you jump happily around the house, until you get to the couch and throw yourself on it. you turn on the TV and you start watching some kids show, too busy biting your apple to change the channel.

it’s silly, but you find yourself not wanting to change it, so you just keep watching it until you’re done with your apple. you turn off the TV, and start feeling sleepy.

you close your eyes slowly, and then you fall asleep.

—

“damn, that was the best nap i’ve took in such a long time” you say, before checking what time is it.

it’s 4 pm. you remember you didn’t ask dave what time you’re supposed to show up to dinner, then you make your way to your room to get your phone.

“Hey Y/n, meet us at 7. I can pick you up if you want to” 2:20 pm

“smart guy” you think “it’d be cool if he picked me up. meeting someone for the first time in their car would be a… would be definitely a new experience”

“hey, sorry for taking too long, i took a nap” 4:07 pm

“but yes! imma send you my address rq hold on” 4:07 pm

you send him your adress.

you’re hungry.

it’s time for Topanga’s Burgers - your favorite place in the world. well, not really but thats what you call it. actually, it’s just your favorite place to eat burgers. its really near your house and that makes you love it even more. you have befriended literally all the workers there. you love the fact they’re all kind and they really like what they’re doing, you really appreciate it. it makes you remember of how amazing would it be if you had a job you’d love doing. and your last job was definitely not something you loved doing, in fact, it was the complete opposite. you quit it not too long ago and you were living with your savings and your mom’s salary. she lives with you, but she’s on vacation now. anyways, Topanga’s Burgers definitely gives you motivation to keep working hard to get where you want.

you take a bath, put on some clothes you like, do your personal hygiene, and you leave your house.

“y/n!!” a worker greets you with a big smile on her face, leaving the cashier area to come and give you a hug.

“keisha! hey, how have you been?” you hug her back tightly, happy to see her again.

keisha is a 40 years old cheerful and awesome woman. she’s probably one of the most fun friends you have. she also gives you amazing advice about literally anything you ask her about. she’s the best

“i’ve been worried about you. it’s been 3 days you’re not even coming to greet us anymore!” she says, with a genuine look of worry in her eyes. that statement of hers make it pretty obvious you come here a lot.

“yes, and i’m sorry! but i got some pretty good news”

“save it just for a minute” she says, and turns around to call the rest of the workers to hear the news you have “guys, come here! y/n’s back with good news”

everyone in the burger shop starts looking, but you don’t really care. it doesn’t embarrass you anymore.

you greet everyone coming your way as they make a circle and adjust to it, to hear the news.

“come closer” you say, and they do.

“you know when i auditioned for scream 7, right? so… i did it”

“YOU GOT THE ROLE?” keisha screamed, as some other workers gasp.

“I DID” you reply with a big smile and a happy nod, as they start jumping and screaming in excitement as you do too.

“you’re not so useless, are you?” tom joked, and everyone laughed including you.

“but seriously now, who’s going to be working with you?” tom asked in a curious tone

“there’s someone special. really special”

“hurry and give us a hint” said angelica, a funny old woman who works as a cleaning lady.

“okay, okay, you’ll have to get it right. it’s this really hot middle-aged man who you all know i always had a crush on”

“no way. skeet ulrich? he’s going to be in scream 7 too?”

“yes ma’am!”

“guys, didn’t scream end in the third movie?” linda asked.

“shut up linda, let her speak” the old woman shushed her daughter, making everyone let out a laugh

“and i’m going to meet him. today”

“wait the shootings are already starting?” tom asked you.

“no, it’s just that the cast is going to have dinner together today. and i’m going to meet SKEET ULRICH”

“tell us more. where’s it gonna be?”

“i’ll tell you all after you take my order, ‘cause im like really hungry… please?”

keisha comes running to the cashier area, to get your order. there’s another man there too in all black with a black cap too, kind of covering his face - he's probably waiting for a while now since the workers were all in a circle screaming and jumping few seconds ago.

you watch keisha greet the guy and take his order, walking to the cashier area to stand right beside him.

as she’s there taking notes of his order, he looks at you and pushes his cap up, while you turn your head to see him. you’re now able to see his face.

“oh my fucking god” you think.

“hi, i’m skeet. what a funny coincidence! we’re filming scream 7 together, right?” he greets you with a handshake and a grin, as you turn your body to him and not just your head

keisha gasps. she starts laughing at your face as she goes to prepare his order.

there’s no fucking way. skeet ulrich is right in front of you and 100% heard you saying he’s hot and you have a crush on him. your cheeks turn red.

“hello” you say stuttering a bit “i’m y/n y/l/n, it’s nice to meet you” your hands still in his. his touch is warm and you find yourself not wanting to drop it. but you did, before it makes the situation awkward.

it’s not like you love him. it’s just that you’ve had a crush on him for the last 15 years. not a big deal… right?

you remember your own words.

i shouldn’t care about what he thinks of me. he’s a human like anyone else, so i’m gonna act like i always do.

“that’s it” you finish your sentence once again, but this time not out loud.

“so…” he starts

“here’s your order, sir. sorry for the wait, again”

“it’s okay, don’t worry about it. i was called hot, you know”

he really heard you. “shit”, you think to yourself

keisha laughs. you eye her, looking done and she covers her mouth to stop laughing.

“i’ll wait for you”

“nice. he wants to sit with me. how awkward is that going to be?” you think, but you stop quickly “no. it’s not going to be awkward. once again, he’s just a normal guy who’s talking to me! nothing more than that”

“like always, please”

keisha nods, still with a smile in her face stopping herself from laughing again. she goes to the kitchen and start preparing your order.

“listen, i’m sorry. can you pretend you didn’t hear me? please?”

“right ma’am. you didn’t lie, though. i am indeed hot”

“hey!” you reply, chuckling.

“sorry, sorry. but you laughed”

you start talking to him, waiting for keisha to come with your order. she’s usually really fast with your order, but today it’s taking a little too long.

she’s definitely doing it on purpose for you to keep talking to him.

you’re really enjoying it, though. he’s a nice guy and you’re a nice girl, a perfect match. you seem to get along really well. you notice something quickly - his moves are gentle and not too fast. you’re the complete opposite, but you love it when people move calmly like this, it comforts you, you have no idea why.

keisha gives you your order as you thank her and gives her a smile.

“let’s go ma’am” he smirks at you, guiding you to a table.

“you come here often?” he asks, obviously making fun of you

“take a guess” you say and you both giggle.

“is it going to be your first time?” he asks

“hm?”

“playing a part in a movie”

oh.

“ah yes. i’ve never been part of a movie before. i’m really nervous about it to be honest. i’m not sure if i’ll be able to do my best”

“don’t worry, it’s not rocket science. all you’re going to do is pretend to be someone for a while”

“are you sure that’s all?”

“well, i told myself that exact same thing for every role i played and it went great”

“i’m talking to billy loomis right now, so i guess i’ll have to trust you.”

“yes, i’m a middle aged hot man, you should trust me”

you both laugh and he starts again “jokes aside, i’ll always be on set. if you need some advice, just call me and i’ll help you, ok?“

“thank you skeet. i really appreciate it”

you kept talking to him until you were both done eating.

somehow, this guy makes you feel comfortable around him. maybe it’s just your daddy issues, but you doubt it. this man has something in him that feels just right.

“we gotta go now. we have dinner with the cast, remember?”

“am i gonna have to see you again?” you joke as you get up and he does too, and he gasps ironically

“the middle-aged man here did not like it!”

“oh stop it” you say walking beside him to the exit and he chuckles softly.

“you want a ride home, kid?” skeet asks you, as he turns to you.

“no thanks, i live near here. you can go”

“okay then, see you later tonight!” he waves tilting his head and smiling softly as he enters his car. you wave back.

“wait”

“yes?”

“do you want me to pick you up for dinner?”

oh god. you wanted to say yes, but what about dave? wouldn’t he be upset?

“i’m sorry skeet, dave’s already going to pick me up” you say, with sort of a sad tone, trying not to upset skeet.

“it’s alright. dave, huh?” he smirks at you

“do not.” you reply quickly, raising your eyebrowns and lowering your head

“okay, okay” he laughs “see ya!”

you smile in response.

in 3 seconds, you’re going to process everything that just happened.

“no way” you say out loud.

someone touched your shoulders behind you, making you jump with the unexpected touch, relaxing right after you see it’s angelica

“little girl you better tell me everything” she said with her hands still on your shoulders.

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myveryownfanfiction · 9 months

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18+ MINORS AND THOSE WITHOUT AGE IN BIO DNI

warnings: talk of murder, blood, knife

tags: @illiana-mystery, @eclecticwildflowers

AN: I’m meeting skeet ulrich tomorrow!!!! So enjoy this billy fic

There was a knock at my window and I jumped slightly as Billy’s face appeared. Pressing a hand to my chest, I went to open it.

“What the…” I hissed as he pushed his way into the room. “Billy, you’re dripping blood on my carpet.” He rolled his eyes and leaned over to kiss my cheek.

“I’ll go clean up then.” He muttered as he went into my bathroom. “It’s done by the way.” I nodded as I leaned against the doorframe.

“go down with a fight?” I asked, walking in as I watched him clean the blood off his arms. “Got some on your face and in your hair.” I grabbed a rag from the closet and ran it under the water. Billy watched me in the mirror as I started to clean off his face.

“my hair?” His eyes flickered up to his hair and he groaned. “How’d I do that?” I moved from his face to his hair as billy continued to wash the blood off his hands and arms.

“can we get that dumb bitch from the tv next? Weathers?” I asked as billy stripped out of his shirt and tossed it in the tub already filled with water.

“it should be Tatum next.” Billy said as he moved to pull his pants off. “But for a good reason…” he smirked at me.

“how about she called me a slut and insinuated I should be next?” I asked as I leaned against the wall.

“wait.” Billy’s eyebrows furrowed. “What?” I nodded with a grimace.

“yeah. She said she saw me with three different guys and that I was flirting with all of them. Said the killer was going after people who were…” I tilted my head back and forth. “Sexually open. She doesn’t like me much. Having decked her for Sidney more than once.” Billy walked over and put his hands on my hips.

“I’ll call Stu.” Billy assured me. “Then I’ll call her. Stu can get his hands dirty for once.” I nodded as I curled up against billy.

“might want to get in on this one myself.” I said with a shrug. “Maybe I can be there. Make her think the killers coming after me. But in the end, she’s the target and I could…” billy shook his head.

“no. You’re not killing her. But maybe you can be there when Stu does it.” He said. I nodded before billy tilted my head towards him before pecking my lips. “Come on. Been a long night. Let’s go to bed.” I nodded as he led to me bed, laying down and curling around me.

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colsons-baker · 9 months

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Animal - Billy Loomis

Lil Ghostface!Billy fun inspired by Animal by Maroon 5!

“Baby I’m preying on you tonight”

Billy watched the girl at her window as she prepared herself for bed, her body perfectly silhouetted in the shine from the lamp. She thought nobody would be watching, not now, not here. But he was, and he had been for quite some time. He was waiting, waiting for the moment when he could strike. Tonight was it, he could feel it as he clutched the phone tightly, a knife in the other. He pressed the call button. Let the games begin.

“You're like a drug that's killing me”

He was obsessed with her and everything about her. She was like his own personal brand of heroin, and he hated the comedown he was on right now. It was all a bit a fun, it’s not like he was getting anywhere with Sidney and besides, Sidney didn’t give him the same feeling she did. But she had called it off, said she would tell Sidney everything because he wouldn’t fully commit to her. God did he want to, but he had a plan and that wasn’t part of it until Sidney was gone for good - but now she risked ruining the whole thing.

“Maybe you think that you can hide, I can smell your scent for miles”

He could smell her perfume, the scent he loved so much. She couldn’t hide from him when he knew it anywhere. He stood in front of the closet, ready to open it and strike. His palms felt clammy in the black gloves as a thought flashed through his mind: could he really do this? It would all be over in a second, but could he live without her? His heart pounded fast, as he knew hers would be, as they both wondered if this was it.

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fanficsformyfaves · 8 months

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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"

#billy loomis #scream #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis oneshot #billy loomis fanfic #billy loomis fluff #billy loomis angst #billy loomis smut #skeet ulrich

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suicidalslasher · 2 years

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𝑪𝒆𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝑭𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 - 𝑺𝒕𝒖 𝑴 & 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝑳.

Warnings: female reader, pronouns used are she&her. Degradation, oral, (f on m) dirty talk & face slapping, cheating,,, uhhhh, I think that's it....?? Not much of a smut, more a blurb than anything else. 🤷‍♀️

Again, I might add more but as y'all know already, I'm horrid when it comes to full, length fics and writing a properly well written ending so….. lmao. We'll see.

All the stories I write are mainly just PWP. 🤷‍♀️ Enjoy, though! ;)

"You don't deserve to feel this good, you know that? You are nothing to me expect a hole to spill my cum into." The man's words cut her deeper than the knife he had pierced into her earlier within the night. Her eyes stung with tears and she gasped, choking back a sob.

One of which she isn't too sure whether or not it was because the words that had slipped past his lips or due to how good she was feeling with his cock being buried inside of her, all the way into her guts, the way he had promised he'd do if she didn't behave.

"Say it," he spat as he then lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of her hair, causing her mouth to suddenly fall more open into a wider 'o' shape, a squeak loudly escaping the back of her throat.

"Tell me you don't deserve me. You don't deserve this cock. You are nothing. Nothing but a needy, little bitch, fucking her best friend's boyfriend. You are fucking worthless, you mean nothing to me expect when I want something to fuck. Isn't that right? How would Sidney feel if she knew her best friend and boyfriend were fucking each other's brains out behind closed doors?"

(Y/N) grabbed the nearest pillow and placed the small plush object into her mouth as she bit down onto it, holding back the screams she very much wanted to holler out.

"How would Stu feel, (Y/N)? Knowing his girlfriend was backing her ass up on his best friend's cock. You think he'd be upset with you or do you think he'd join in on the fun?"

Before she could even begin to question what he meant by that, and why she'd be worried about what Stu thought (knowing damn well he had been fucking Tatum on the side), the door flew open and there the man stood with his head tilted aside and his bottom lip jutted out in a pout.

She half expected for Stu to yell, 'what the fuck is going on here?!' instead, however, he shook his head and dropped a bag down by his feet as he strutted in, kicking the door behind him with the heel of his boot.

"You told me I'd get to go first," he frowned, folding his arms across his chest. Billy shrugged as he still continued to move his lower half, rocking his hips as he thrusts deeper into the girl beneath him.

Stu scoffed and rolled his eyes, flipping the bird toward Billy before he focused his attention onto the girl he loves dearly.

"Hi, baby," he greeted as he then walked over to where his girlfriend was before he bent forward to press a tender and loving kiss to her forehead.

"You feeling good? Billy making my baby girl feel okay?" And okay, this had to be the weirdest fucking thing ever but oh my God... she was more turned on than she had been before. Weakly, she nods and throws the pillow she had been biting into aside so she could speak properly.

"Y-Yeah," she stammers, breathing ragged and heavy as she tries to gather her words together.

"W-What's going on?" She questioned as she licked her lips, hoping that this was reality and not one of those dreams she had been having for the past few months.

"Isn't this what you've always wanted? For the both of us to fuck you like there's no tomorrow? Have you seeing stars and rearrange your guts?" Stu asked as he then snickered, hand coming up as he presses the palm of it against (Y/N)'s cheek, giving her a playful pinch with his index finger and thumb.

"You're so cute when you are confused, baby. How about you open that mouth for me, though? Lemme see that pretty tongue on the slit of my cock before I fuck that throat of yours."

Nodding now eagerly, almost way too desperately, she opens her mouth as wide as she can and watches how Stu, in one swift movement, undoes his belt and the zipper of his jeans before pulling them (and his boxers) down to his ankles.

The tip of his cock had already been wet with precum and as he guides his shaft into her wet, warm and wanting mouth, the taste of salt splashes across her tongue and she groans in pleasure, bliss flooding through her like a waterfall. Billy’s cock was also practically being flooded with her juices.

She made a mental note to wash the duvet comforter once the night was over and the sun had risen, and well, y'know... once her guts had been completely rearranged and her pussy had been fully abused by two.

As Billy continued to fuck into her, the noises of her arousal grew louder, echoing against the walls were the sounds of how wet her pussy was and Billy’s genitals clapping against her ass.

“Always such a tight fucking cunt,” Billy groaned as he had now dropped his hand down, letting her hair be free from his grip as he then dug his nails into her hips.

“How’s her mouth feel, Stu? She being a good cockslut for you?” Stu groaned in approval as he nodded his head. He licks his lips before replying, “Yeah, she’s got such a good, hot fucking mouth on her.” He said as if it were a matter of fact.

(According to Billy and Stu — it was.)

“You want to have a turn at her? I did promise, after all..”

“Well, she is MY girlfriend too, so I would reckon that I could and would be able to fuck her,” Stu replied in a snarky manner. Billy laughed as he slowly pulled out, his cock covered in juices as he did so.

“What a sight — nothing like seeing your come, covering my cock completely. Want a taste of yourself, baby?" He purred.

(Y/N) nodded as she wrapped her mouth around the crown of his cock, pushing herself down onto his length as she hollows in her cheeks, being the good whore that she was.

Her tongue laps up and down his shaft and she practically glows with happiness when she hears - from both men - how good of a girl she is and how hot she is with a mouthful of cock.

"Alright, baby, let Stu have at that cunt, yeah?"

(Y/N) pulls away, saliva dripping down her chin and she looks absolutely fucking out of it -- Billy and Stu love it more than anything else in the world.

Her hair was a mess, her cheeks were flushed with heat and her eyes were groggy and droopy, exhaustion clearly sneaking up on her. Though, the boys knew better than to stop right now.

They wanted to fucking ruin her. They wanted to have her limping for days, wanted her to feel where their cocks had ruined her insides when she moved.

"If you're a good girl and make me cum, maybe Billy will tear that little asshole of yours up, would you like that?" Stu asked as he inserted his cock into her desperate, eager and wanting hole, a longing moan erupting from the back of her throat as she nods rapidly, more saliva dropping from her mouth.

"Fuck, yes. I want the both of you inside of me." She begged.

"Ah, ah... Have to make me cum first, understand?" Stu said as he then grabbed a handful of his girlfriend's hair, pulling her back as his hips bucked into her, cock going deeper inside her as he began to rock his hips.

"Oh, fuck," she groaned, eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure that began to pool in the heat of her stomach.

"She really does know how to take a cock, doesn't she, Stu?"

"That she does, Billy. Speaking of which, how about she sucks off yours? She is quite beautiful with a cock being slammed down her throat, after all."

"Don't have to tell me twice. Open that pretty mouth of yours up, bitch. Going to have you gagging around me," Billy waited until her mouth was open and wide before he thrusts his hardening member down her throat, doing exactly as he had said he was going to do.

"That's it, gag on this fat, fucking cock, you whore," He spat as he raised the palm of his hand and slapped her cheek.

"What I say earlier, huh? You don't deserve to feel this good. Don't deserve to feel this good by two cocks. Such a pathetic little needy bitch you are, (Y/N)." Billy groaned as he moved his cock in and out of her warm and wet mouth, groaning a string of curse words as he fucked her throat.

"Gonna cum down that throat and make you swallow every last drop of it." He said, and all (Y/N) could do was nod. Well, the best she could given the fact her hair was still being held by Stu's fist.

"Yeah, fuck.... keep talking to her like she's a worthless whore," Stu said from above, voice breaking as he spoke which only meant he was close to an orgasm.

"Gonna have me coming in no time and then we can ruin both of her holes." Stu said.

"That's what you'd like, isn't it, (Y/N)? Is she worthy of that though, Stu? Does she deserve a cock in her pussy and in that tight asshole of hers?"

"I'm not sure...." Stu answered as he bit his bottom lip, eyes closing as he inhales a deep breath, his body growing hot as his cock twitched, begging to spill out its seed into the girl before him.

"Though, I must say I'm curious if she can handle it," He said after a moment. "I'm sure the bitch can," Billy said, licking his lips. "And even if she can't, she'll learn how to adjust, won't you?"

For obvious reasons, (Y/N) said nothing. She just concentrated on making Billy feel good while thrusting backward on Stu's cock, eager to make both of them let loose.

" 'm going to come," announced Stu as he finally let go of her hair and placed his hands on her hips, fingernails digging into her skin as he groaned her name over and over, like a broken record. Finally, he spills his seed deep inside of her, making the girl nearly scream out in pure bliss.

She couldn't, however, because before she knew it, her mouth was being filled up with Billy's cum, nearly drowning her in it. She chokes slightly, blinking back tears but does exactly as he wanted - she swallows every last drop, even lapping up the tip of his cock with her tongue, getting that very last drop into her mouth.

"Fucking hell.... such a good girl," Billy complimented. Stu nodded in agreement as he slowly pulled out. He couldn't help but coo at the sight when he sat back against the bed.

He smiled fondly as he leaned forward, only to lift his hand and slap her ass, making her yelp in response. (Y/N)'s pussy was leaking with cum, dripping all over the bed comforter.

"Well, she did what you asked." Stu giggled. "And I suppose she did make me cum, too...... So, guess that means we're going to ruin those little holes, hm?" Stu stood up just to get on eye level with his girlfriend, placing his hand on her cheek, thumb brushing ever so softly against her skin.

"You ready for round two, baby girl?"

She was in for a long fucking night... She smiled, though, and nodded as she muttered; 'yes, please.'

The boys turned to look at each other, copy-catting the other one's smirk. They then turned to (Y/N), chuckling deeply together.

"She's such a good whore, isn't she?"

"Certified freak, I'd say."

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madwomansapologist · 8 months

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Cherry + Billy

cherry — do they get jealous of their lover easily? do they show it?

⤷ with: billy loomis

All the fucking time. And he will make sure everyone knows that you are his.

Billy is possessive. You are his, only his, and apparently some people didn't get the message. Billy is not the type to ignore someones action, to be ok because he knows you want him. No fucking way. That mean is ready to make a crime scene.

His hand will held you body next to his, showing to whoever is watching that you feel willing with his touch. Billy's hand will wander around your skin, pull you closer to him, intertwine with your hair, grab you by your neck. You want him to touch you, you gave him permission to do that, and everyone will see how easily you can melt for him.

If he sees someone flirting with you, touching your arm or just being closer than it was necessary, Billy will intervine. Even if he just think someone is doing so, he will be there. He will kiss you, ask everything is up to your date, tell you that you left your blouse on his house. All making visual contact with the poor cadaver person in front of you.

But if you are not close, than Billy will be really honest. He will threaten, humiliate, intimidate. He would make the other person fear him with all they have.

And Billy is not they type to forgive and forget.

if you enjoyed, please reblog! i promise it makes a difference ♡

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dollettecoquette · 12 days

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🎀Billy Loomis x Reader (Sofia)🎀

🎀Hi everyone, this is my first fanfiction! It is a fluff, I hope you enjoy it!💗

Sofia woke up from her long afternoon nap, checking the time. "Wow, it's already 5:30 PM?" She thought to herself as she climbed ungracefully out of her bed. She yawned and looked around. Sofia was so nauseous that everything in her room was slightly blurry, and she could barely read the texts on her phone that her best friend, Maggie sent her, without losing focus. She closed her eyes momentarily, being very tired. She remembered what her mom told her, to drink her water bottle full of Pedialyte, a drink that rehydrates after severe vomiting.

She took a few sips of her drink and then heard a knocking at her bedroom window. As Sofia went to go see what was going on, she turned her head left and right out the window. She nearly screamed as something pulled her hand. Quickly looking down, she saw the handsome face of her new boyfriend, Billy Loomis. Climbing through her bedroom window. His reputation as a bad boy shedded when he was with her. At heart, he was a caring boy who would do anything for Sofia. (He also brutally murdered the people who were mean to her, but she had no idea about his secret little "hobby.") Sofia slowly helped him in as he clambered onto her small gray couch and stood up on the blue carpet.

"Hey Sofia...I missed you..." Billy said, kissing her forehead. She backed away. "Um...baby, don't kiss me. I'm sick." Billy stood there, confused. "With what?" He asked. "Billy, I have the stomach flu. I was vomiting all morning... It's best you leave." She said wistfully, not wanting to get him sick. But in her heart, she wished he could stay here forever.💕

"Hey, hey, it's fine. I haven't gotten sick since middle school!" He joked, but she wasn't buying it, although he was 18 years old, a senior in high school. Her whole body was aching, especially her joints and lower back. Her mom had got her a heating pad to ease the pain, but it wasn't helping much. Billy pulled Sofia in for a hug as his hand stroked through her long chestnut hair. "You're so perfect, you know that baby?" He whispered in her ear, feeling her blush. He sat down on the edge of her bed and kissed her cheek. He just couldn't get enough of her.💕

Sofia looked him in his beautiful brown eyes again, and felt her heart beating, but her lovey-dovey moment quickly ended as her back started hurting again. "Owww..." She groaned as she changed her sitting position, gripping her pink blanket. "Can I massage your back? It will make you feel better." Billy asked, noticing her discomfort. She nodded and lied down on her stomach, feeling Billy's rough hands on her pajama shirt. It felt so nice to have him fix her back pain. She sighed in relief loudly but held it in after realizing her parents were home, and they were clueless about her secret lover.

Billy handed her the banana that her dad had left for her. Sofia unpeeled it and took some small bites, savoring the sweet taste of the banana. "Feeling better?" He asked. "Yeah, I think I do." She replied, blushing.💕

#billy loomis #scream 1996 #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x fem!reader #billy loomis fanfic #first fanfic #fluff #romance #forbidden love #love story

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ashes-writing · 2 years

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I know you have thots on Billy Loomis and I would like to know what they are (headcanon request; you can go spicy if you like 🔥) 😜

AHHH OMG I LOVE YOU FOR THIS THANK YOU SO SO SO MUCH. But like also.. I wanna warn you now, this one got kind of.. well.. dark. Spicy, yes.. But also, dark. So, please feel free to skip out if anything I mention in the warnings is a hard no.

Again, thank you! Thank you from the bottom of my black little heart! I actually had fun playing around with this, despite the fact that it does get a little darker than most of the things I've written. Again.. If after reading the warning section you feel like this isn't for you, please don't feel like you're obligated to read.

This is not meant for minors, so minors, don't you fucking dare. Also if you're not into somnophilia, mentions of blood (period sex / blood kink), corruption kink / deflowering kink, vague hints of obsessive / possessive tendencies, pain kink, body fluids, biting / marking, voyeurism, mentions of possessiveness that might lend to m*rder choking / asphyxiation and spit you are not going to wanna read any further.

Tag List; Uh.. see, what happened was that there's nobody on my tag list for horror movies and stuff, and given the nature of what I laid out here, I uh.. Kinda felt like it was safer not to tag anybody without asking. But.. If you'd like to be on my tag list, please, by all means... Click the link below.

Other Stuff; tag list doc || pinned - my rules / fandoms and some, not all of the characters i write for || requests ; open - headcanons only please and thanks.

I do not consent to my work being reposted/rewritten and posted elsewhere.

✯ Bisexual af. Billy Loomis is bisexual af. I strongly believe that Billy and Stu had a little something going on behind the scenes. Or that if they didn’t, he at very least had entertained the idea and maybe even certain fantasies about his best friend Stu. He’s also still kind of dealing with / struggling with the fact that he is attracted to men and women, so yeah… Just putting that out there. This is something I've come to firmly believe about him. He's bisexual but he isn't quite comfortable knowing so. There are just certain things he does, there's a certain way he and Stu act together in some scenes of the movie that in the back of my mind always kind of made me think... Hmmm. There has to be more between these two idiots.

✯ Corruption / deflowering kink. I say this because the proof is right there in the movie with the way he lords it over Sydney that they either did or nearly hooked up. I feel like if he knew you were offering up your virginity it would absolutely make him go feral. The question is, after reading the rest of this little list… Do you really want him to? Because it’s… a little bit of a wild ride.

✯ Relentless with the teasing. R E L E N T L E S S. Also doesn’t care where you happen to be when it’s started bc he knows it’ll be finished. Whether it’s in a private corner of wherever you happen to be at the moment the mood strikes, the backseat of his car / your car, your room when he sneaks in at night.

✯ Somnophilia. If he knew you were down for letting him ‘use you’ while you’re sleeping and he’s laying there having gotten himself all good and worked up watching you toss and turn or the little sounds you make, oh my god. Ugh.. He’d be all over doing it in a heartbeat.

✯ His jealous streak, oh my god. Listen, this man is absolutely possessive / territorial af. We won’t talk about what he’ll do to the other person he feels is competition -another story for another day bc unaliving / murder and that’s not what you asked for and I’m trying to keep this lighter? Anyway..- Let me just say this. When he gets you somewhere private, he’s going to show you exactly who you belong to. You will be covered in handprints, bites, hickies, you name it. And he’ll keep going until your legs are shaking and you can’t form a coherent thought. The more you beg him to stop and let you recover the more he’ll insist you have ‘one more’ in you and persuade you to keep going for him. The jealous streak takes over and he’s only worried about one thing… How many times you scream for him and not the other person - who he’s either already dealt with privately in a gruesome way or will deal with privately and in a gruesome way - .. So.. Possessive as fuck.

✯ The possessive streak extends to protecting the shit out of you too. If he were to catch someone slipping something into your drink (I knowwww this isn’t dirty and you wanted my thots but I can’t resist, okay? I cannnnt.) he would not wait to address it privately, he’d start a fucking brawl right then and there that would inevitably end with Billy making them drink the spiked substance.

✯ Do.Not.Play. with this man. His anger is scary as hell and knows no bounds. I feel like this needs to be said despite the nature of the ask. Don’t pursue him because you think you want a bad boy because if you fuck around, you will find out. If he catches feelings, he gets way attached. And he’ll stop at nothing to keep you to himself. It’s a bit on the obsessive side and honestly, you should be worried. So please, for the love of God and all that’s holy just don’t play with him if you’re not prepared for the intensity he brings to the table.

✯ Okay, I’m done with the maternal warnings I feel I need to give you precious babes about this man, let’s get back to it… Billy Loomis loves pain. He loves to give/dish it out BUT… he loves to receive it most of all. So if you were to say… Take over… Bite him, slap him in the heat of the moment, pull his hair really hard, scratch hard enough to almost draw blood to the surface of his skin, holy shit. He’ll be putty in your hands.

✯ If he’s caught in the act he’s not stopping because he gets off on being watched. And if he finds out you’re into it too? Oh my goddddd.

✯ He is very charming. Very persuasive. The kind of guy who will smoothly talk you out of your clothes before you even realize that he’s done it. He’ll get you agreeing to God only knows what before you realize it, oh my god.

✯ Despite all of the above he would never ever take advantage of you against your will. He’ll only do exactly what he knows you want / can handle. It’s hard to restrain himself sometimes but he manages. Barely, but I digress. Consent is huge for him, as is trust. (For example, the way he reacted when Sydney rightfully suspected him of the murders, ya know.. He walked away angry and hurt). So.. if you guys do get up to any one of his numerous kinks, he will tell you to come up with a stop word and if you say it, everything comes to a grinding halt.

✯ He teeters on the fine line of being a switch. He’s dominant for the most part but he does possess sub tendencies on occasion. No mistakes made, he’s primarily dominant but, but.. It’s mostly out of habit/expectation and a slight huge discomfort at not being in control / handling the side of himself that wants to take it like a good little boy. SO… if you really want him to be putty in your hands, take control once in a while.

✯ Thinks it’s sexy to spit in his partner’s mouth. Will only do it if you’re into it or it’s something you want.

✯ Has a secret stash of Polaroids in his room of you/his partner of choice in various states of orgasmic bliss, all fucked out and practically drooling and they’re like trophies to him. Nobody is allowed to see/touch them but him and he uses them often to ahem… Take care of things on his own when the need arises.

✯ For all the ladies out there - vagina owners or otherwise.. Period sex. That is all. The guy isn’t afraid of a little blood, I mean… C’mon.

✯ Speaking of blood. He has a bit of a blood kink.

✯ Loves the idea of erotic asphyxiation. Loves the sensation of cumming while something’s on his throat and cutting his breath even shorter.

✯ Speaking of choking… The space between his thumb and index finger should bear the tattoo “Your throat here” because the guy fucking loves to choke in the heat of the moment. But again, only if you’re into it.

✯ Surprisingly, he’s very very good at aftercare. Very gentle, especially if this isn’t just a one time thing between you two. Will hold you, help you get dressed / take shower with you, etc.

✯ Very into the way certain body fluids look splashed across certain parts of your body. Absolutely fucking loves it. Also likes the way you/his partners moan when he pushes his fingers into their mouth after he’s done using them on you/his partners. Probably has a photo or two of this in his little trophy box.

✯ Dirty talk, oh my god. And the man is absolutely the filthiest at it.

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f4ngedgirl · 2 years

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SCREAM MASTERLIST🔪

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Billy Loomis

coming soon…

Stu Macher

coming soon…

Randy Meeks

coming soon…

Tatum Riley

coming soon…

Sidney Prescott

coming soon…

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luwritesomething · 1 year

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hi!! i'm not sure if you'd be comfortable with this, but would you be able to do something with billy loomis x reader where the reader is possibly plus sized and has old sh scars? if you're not comfortable with the last part i understand.

Billy Loomis x Reader: draw stars around my scars

Warnings: Swearing (probably), self-harm topics, self-harm scars, reader did self-harm but now is better, bad reaction at first, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF THESE TOPICS ARE GOING TO TRIGGER YOU.

Tags: healing, reader can be read as plus size, reader has stretch marks, reader has self-harm scars, projecting heavily

Reader pronouns: Non stated.

Word count: 1122

Summary: Billy sees Reader's self harm scars for the first time, on accident.

Author’s note: hi, thank you for requesting! this was healing to write, to be honest. as someone who dealt with self-harm for very long years, all i can say is that it does get better, you have to believe for a better way out for yourself and be very focused on your goal on staying clean. no one deserves to hurt themselves, i promise. if any of you reading this is at a very bad moment, if you self-harm, please know that my inbox and dms are always open for you to rant, even if we've never ever talked before. you can send whatever you want, do it with anonimity if you want through my inbox. but please, know that you're not alone. please, you need to do your best to get help, and if you can't, you must believe in yourself.

i never got help, and i'm still here, and honestly, i thought i would have ended all of this more than two years ago. please, please, stay strong. find your passion, stick to it. i'm leaving this my chemical romance song, because they really got me through my worst times, and the lyric "I'm unashamed, I'm gonna show my scars. Give a cheer for all the broken. Listen here, because it's who we are." really resonated with me and made me believe there was more than hurt. i'm always here for you <3

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, tatum riley, sidney prescott, mickey altieri, kirby reid, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko and laura crane.

Having Billy over wasn’t weird, in fact, you had grown so used to him sleeping around and staying until very late hours in your bedroom, that not having him there sometimes got lonely and awkward. You didn’t know much about the situation between his parents other than they had been fighting a lot lately, but that was enough, and you didn’t need to know more to offer a place for him to stay.

That night, you had just come out of the shower with the warm towel around your body when you heard some sounds outside your window. They were the kind of sounds stones made against wood, the kind of sounds Billy made to let you know he was outside, but you still got closer to the window to check if it was him. You saw him outside, with his denim jacket closed around his torso and his hand holding little stones he had gathered around your garden, waiting for you. When he saw you, he waved slowly and gestured to the window, for you to open it.

Making him a sign to wait, you stepped away from the window and hurried to put some clothes on before opening the window for him to climb and enter your bedroom. You settled for a simple t-shirt and cotton shorts, leaving the towel on top of your bed so you could finally let him enter.

Once you opened the window, you stepped back knowing he would climb up without any difficulty — he had really grown to master the art of climbing through your window. Billy was fast, and no longer holding the stones since you had finally realized he was outside, he appeared by your window and jumped inside with ease.

“I’ve been outside for fifteen minutes.” He grunted as he cleaned his palms against his jeans, then pushed the rebel strands of his black hair away from his eyes.

“I was showering, I didn’t hear you.”

That made him look up, that little but still sweet smile of his appearing in his lips because God, did he like being with you — and it disappeared when his eyes landed on a particular place on your thighs, and you knew what he was looking at as soon as his eyes snapped back onto yours, something close to rage filling them up.

You had always been so careful hiding your scars. Lately, it was more because of not wanting to have difficult and awkward conversations and not because of being a constant in your life — the self-harming had stopped some time ago already, you had outgrown it, realizing that hurting yourself was something that you did not deserve. The scars were tricky to see, considering they were placed high on your thighs, and even if you wore regular shorts they were almost impossible to see, but these cotton shorts were shorter than usual.

“Billy—”

“Tell me you’re not doing any of that shit to yourself.” He demanded, and his voice sounded as cold as ice, as hard as steel. Billy wasn’t going easy on this, and you didn’t expect less out of him.

“It was a long time ago.” You said, your voice remaining calm. It was for a few seconds, but your eyes followed him in the path to your thighs, to the scars matching the stretch marks. They were part of you now. “I’m alright now.”

The breath that Billy let out was shaky, which surprised you. He got a step closer to you, then regretted and backed away slightly. You knew his eyes were now scanning your arms, and you knew that, if he looked hard enough, he could also see the ones there — that, or you were the only one who could see the invisible traces the razor had carved into your skin in your worst moments, which was also possible. Some sights were impossible to forget.

“You are okay?” Billy asked softly, with a reason to doubt you. You had been dating him for months, being friends for years, but you still hadn’t told him — you had let him figure it out, by accident.

You nodded. “I promise. I am. I’m clean, I’ve been clean for more than a year.”

Billy nodded slowly, almost like he wasn’t paying attention — but you knew he was. His steps were quick when he walked towards you and pulled you into a swift, loose hug, his chin resting on your shoulder. You closed your eyes and wrapped your arms tight around him. You wished you could go back and show that moment to your past self, as a promise that everything would work out, that you deserved better.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked in a whisper, and if you didn’t know him better, you could have sworn his voice was strained with emotion. It was. “I could’ve… fuck. Don’t ever do that again, please.”

“I know, I know, it was just…” You shook your head and let yourself hug him a little bit tighter. “It was difficult, bad timing and all… I’m sorry.”

“No, I’m sorry I wasn’t there—”

“Billy, it’s not your fault.”

Billy pulled back slightly from you, looking into your eyes in earnest. “It’s not yours either.”

You smiled softly, and caressed his cheek with tenderness written all over your face. You hadn’t loved anyone more in your whole life. “I know.” You said, nodding your head, and it was true.

Billy watched you again, carefully, from head to toe, and only closed his eyes once he convinced himself that you were alright. It wasn’t something violent to see, it was calming — his worry for you, although at first rather rough and unmoving, healed the open wounds in you that always tried to lead you back into your old ways. The sickness of the addiction had been the worst, wanting to stay clean but slumping again, and again and again, but you were better now. You should have believed when you had heard that things would get better.

In silence, Billy pointed at your bed with his head, as his hand slid into yours firmly but softly. You only nodded, and put the towel away before you two slid into your covers. His hand wrapped around your hips, and it took you a little to realize that his fingers were deftly tracing your scars around, small tickles caressing your skin.

“I’m okay.” You muttered with a little smile on your lips, looking up to him.

Billy hummed lightly, and his lips came to your forehead, kissing you tenderly. You searched for his free hand and shifted around to find a comfortable position, snuggling against him, and feeling calm for the little, incoherent drawings his fingers made into your skin.

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fell harder

skeet ulrich x fem!reader

a/n: heyy i’m back w another fic! i enjoyed writing this sm i hope you like it 💕

pt 2 here

warnings: swearing, that’s all for now!

you’ve never made a movie in your entire life, but you were always a big fan of movies until this day. especially horror ones.

there’s this one specific horror movie franchise you absolutely love - scream. the first time you ever watched a scream movie was 12 years after the first scream was released - you were 10 years old and watched it without your parents knowing, and you absolutely loved everything about it.

that’s when you became a fan of the franchise, and started wanting to be part of it - you started practicing acting skills, even started watching youtube videos with acting tips.

and here you were, 25 years old, part of the next upcoming movie of the scream franchise. as soon as you knew you got the role, you sure screamed. a LOT.

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“Hey” 10:19 pm

an unknown contact texts you

and you suddenly jump from the unexpected sound of the notification.

“fuck, that shouldn’t have scared me that much” you think to yourself and click on the notification you just got. you start typing

“hello, who’s that?” 10:19 pm

“I’m Dave, you must be Y/n. I got your number from the cast list, we’re going to work together for Scream 7” 10:20 pm

“oh hi dave! that’s nice” 10:20 pm

you answer his text, embarrassed that you didn’t even land your eyes on the cast list yet. everyone might have.

“So, I texted you because me and some other cast members were planning to have dinner tomorrow together, would you like to join us” 10:21 pm

ooh that’s why he texted me. that would be nice, wouldn’t it? at least i’ll be able to make some friends there, and not be left out in the shootings.

“sure!! i’d love to, count me in!” 10:22 pm

after you responded, you get up from your bed, turn off your cellphone and go grab some snack in the kitchen.

you leave your cellphone in the kitchen counter to open the fridge. you hear the sound of another notification.

“Alright! Here’s the cast list, just so you know who’s going to be there. The ones whose names I marked an X, are not showing up to the dinner. The ones who doesn’t, are showing up.” 10:23 pm

you cover your face in embarrassment. how does he know you haven’t seen the list yet?

“okay, thanks dave! what’s the address?” 10:24 pm

you send, before even checking the list he sent you.

you take a deep breath before actually checking it, thinking to yourself you should not be so careless at the point you don’t even check the cast of the film you’re going to be in.

jenna ortega, melissa barrera, jasmin savoy, mason gooding, bla bla bla…

until you see a specific name in the list, which you widen your eyes at.

“SKEET ULRICH?” you say loudly, before covering your face with your hands once again, but this time at the feeling of surprise.

you always had a big crush on this guy; since you’ve seen him as billy loomis when you first watched the first scream movie. he was and still is incredibly attractive - but not the common kind of attractive. he was TOO ATTRACTIVE. and you usually get really nervous around people THAT attractive.

it was kind of predictable if you think about it, because he’s been showing as sam’s visions in the last 2 movies - but you definitely did NOT think about it.

and now that you do, you freak out. there is no doubts you should have checked this list earlier, as you think to yourself you’re not prepared to see him and have dinner with him tomorrow. it would take days for you to mentally prepare yourself for meeting him personally.

“but, i’m not sure he’s going to be there tomorrow” you raise your head a little bit from the logical thought, before lowering it to the cellphone once again, seeing the list. you’re looking for a little bit of relief of seeing an “X” beside his name, just like some of the names there.

but you only disappoint yourself. there isn’t an X beside his name.

you start thinking you shouldn’t show up tomorrow.

but you have to. you confirmed to Dave you were going to be there, and you hate it when people cancel plans after confirming their presence.

when there’s another notification, you check it quickly and sees it’s Dave sending you the address you asked.

you have to go. and you decide you will.

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steve-harringtons-lover · 2 years

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Your Worst Nightmare - A Billy Loomis Fic

CHAPTER 7

Warnings\Notes: Mention of murders, comments about breasts, let me know if I missed anything!!

Authors Note!: Hey lovelies!! I know I haven't been posting. I'm lazy. Anyways if you've been waiting for the next chapter of Your Worst Nightmare then I would like to remind you that the full book is up on my Wattpad(which is in my bio)!!

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Lilith's parents voices could be heard talking downstairs. Lilith had cried into her pillow for what seemed like hours, which she probably has since it was now dark outside. She laid on her back, staring up at the ceiling, as she thought about everything. Her heart broke by even the thought of not having her friends present in her life. They were there to comfort her after aunts death more than her parents were.

Her parents believed the rumors that her aunt was a slut. They also believed the rumors about Sidney's mom. They practically believed anything this small town had to offer, afraid of having a different opinion in fear of being judged or disliked by everyone. That's what really irked Lilith about her parents. They were too coward to have their own opinion that was different than everyone else's.

Stu's party was going to start soon, but Lilith didn't know how she was going to be able to go without being caught by her parents. Good thing Billy showed her how to sneak out of her window. Lilith changed into a revealing outfit, hoping Billy was going to be there to see her tight skirt and her long sleeve v neck shirt that showed the top of her breasts. She slipped on some shoes, grabbed her coat, before quietly slipping out of her window.

Lilith obviously wasn't dumb enough to walk the whole way to Stu's house that was practically out in the middle of nowhere. Luckily, Dewey's cop car pulled up beside her as she was walking on the sidewalk. He offered her a ride while she noticed Tatum and Sidney were also in the car. "Billy's going to freak when he sees your outfit!" Tatum beamed after the car started driving again. "That's the whole point." Lilith winked as she settled in the seat next to Sid.

They finally reached Stu's house. The three girls got out of the car as Dewey shouted at them to have fun before Tatum yelled back that he was obsessed. The house was crowded with people that Lilith seen around school. The three girls entered the kitchen with bags of food to see Stu in a red robe. "Oh, that's mature." Tatum said sarcastically as Stu poured beer down a tube, with the other end in some guys mouth.

"You guys were tardy for the party, so we started without you." Stu explains as he finishes pouring all the beer into the tube. "My man!" Stu exclaimed as he and the guy who was drinking the beer did a handshake. "Is Billy here yet?" Lilith asked as she took off her jacket. "Not yet, but he's going to love what he sees when he does get here." Stu mutters as his eyes swoop down to Lilith's breasts. She swatted his shoulder.

"My eyes are up here, idiot." Lilith said before she grabbed a coke and went into the living. She would've grabbed a beer, but she took the liberty in being the sober friend for tonight. She plopped down into one of the green chairs as Sid and Tatum sat on the couch. Stu cuddled up with Tatum as Sidney looked through the movies Randy had brought. "How many "Evil Deads?"" Randy announced as he held up a movie case.

A few votes for the movie could be heard around the room. "How many "Hellraisers?"" Randy's question seemed to be answered as a lot of shouts broke throughout the room for the second movie. "Hellraiser right here." Stu teased Tatum as he pointed his finger at her. Sidney said the movies names aloud that she had in her hand. "How come Jamie Lee Curtis is in all of these movies?" Sidney asked as she looked up from the movie covers.

Randy stood on his knees beside her. "She's the scream queen." Randy smiled. "With a set of lungs like that, she should be." Stu added. "Yeah." Randy agreed. "Tits. See?" Tatum rolled her eyes. The doorbell rang throughout the house. "Oh, I'll get it." Stu said before he climbed over the back of the couch. "Hey, Tate, grab me another beer, would ya?" Stu leaned over the shoulder of his girlfriend before going to answer the door.

"What am I, the beer wench?" Tatum asked Lilith. "She was nominated-" Randy started to talk about the movies with Sid. "You're not gonna believe who's here!" Stu rushed into the living room. "Its that chick from "Top Story"!" Stu announced. Everyone broke out into excitement, except for Lilith, Tatum, and Sidney. Gale Weathers was here? "You're underage, son." Dewey made his way through the crowd before taking a guys beer.

"I'm kiddin'. Have a good time. Watch the drivin'" Dewey laughed as he handed the beer back to the guy. "Dewey." Tatum said. She stood up and curled her finger. "Dewey." She repeated. Dewey finally noticed his sisters calls before walking over to her. "What is she doing here?" Tatum asked, annoyed with Gale's presence. "She's with me!" Dewey gushed. "I'm just checkin' things out." Dewey explained. "So you did. Now leave, and take your media mouth with you." Tatum said irritated.

Sidney walked out of the room. Lilith saw Gale slip a camera onto the tv stand. Is she seriously about to record a group of teenagers watching some horror movies? How low in life can you get? Tatum left to go get some more beers while Lilith stayed in the living room talking with some girls she had history class with.

The party was starting to die down, so people started to leave. "Tatum, come on!" Sidney shouted up the stairs as her and Lilith waited at the bottom of the staircase. "There's nobody up here but us chickens!" A girl yelled as a boy imitated chicken noises. Sidney sighed. "Do you know where she is?" Lilith asked Stu who was standing by the door. "No, I haven't seen her." Stu shrugged.

Lilith put on her jacket, upset that Billy never came by. She wondered what he was doing. "Ah!" Billy jumped out from his hiding place. Both Sidney and Lilith jumped back. "Oh. Hey, Billy." Lilith smiled. "Billy. Hmm. What're you doing here?" Stu tapped his chin with a grin on his face while he looked from Billy to Lilith. "I was hoping I could talk to Lilith alone." She was hoping he would say that.

"I'll tell you what. Why don't you guys go up to my parents' room? You know, you guys can talk, whatever." Stu lightly punched his fist into his palm, seemingly hinting at something. Lilith rolled her eyes. "Subtlety, Stu. You should look it up." Billy suggested. "Lets go." Lilith grabbed Billy's hand and pulled him inside. They both walked up the stairs, Billy taking his jacket off while doing so.

They both entered Stu parents bedroom. Billy closed, and locked, the door behind them. Lilith sat down on the bed while Billy paced back and forth. "I have to tell you something." Billy announced after he sat down beside Lilith. "What is it?" She asked. He avoided her eyes. "It's not easy for me to say…" Billy trailed off, looking everywhere but her.

"Don't be shy. Talk to me." Lilith comforted him by rubbing his shoulder. Billy cleared his throat. "I'm the killer." Billy confessed. His words vibrated through her ears. She dropped her hand from his shoulder. He was afraid this would happen. "Your what?" Lilith asked, her tone surprisingly calm. "Stu and I actually. We both are the killers." Billy confessed some more. Lilith felt paralyzed from his words.

"We killed Sidney's mother, Casey Becker, principal Himbry, and just a few moments ago, killed Tatum." Billy listed off his victims. He was the one who tormented and killed Casey. Why wasn't Lilith running away? Why wasn't she yelling for help? Why was she still sitting on this bed? "Why?" Lilith spoke into the silence. Billy began to go into detail about why he killed his victims.

She should be telling the police about this right now. Anybody with common sense would be running out of this room screaming for help. Except, Lilith Umbra wasn't just anybody. "We were wondering if you'd want to join us." Billy finally looked at the girls face. "Oh, yeah?" Lilith smirked. "Yeah." A small smile tugging on Billy's lips.

"What do you need me to do?"

(Ooo, cliffhanger! Hope you enjoyed this chapter!!)

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Billy Loomis and Stu Macher Barbenheimer Headcanons:

Stu wants to go see Barbie so badly, but he pretends he doesn’t because of Billy.

Billy thinks Barbie is ridiculous, why would he want to go see a movie about a doll? He wants to see Oppenheimer, that’s real cinema.

Billy books tickets for Oppenheimer opening night so Stu books tickets for the screening of Barbie right after.

“I think Barbie’s stupid too Billy, but it’s this whole thing. You can’t see one without the other, everyone is doing it.”

Stu buys them both grey Barbie hoodies for the night, Billy grudgingly wears his under a jacket.

Stu fell asleep halfway through Oppenheimer and all he can remember are boobs.

Billy won’t admit that, while Oppenheimer was a great movie, he got a bit restless in the third act because he had already being sitting in the uncomfortable cinema chairs for 2 hours at that point.

Stu LOVES the fun of Barbie and how everyone is dressing up in pink. He makes sure to tell all the girls he thinks looks good that they do.

Stu is practially bouncing in his chair the whole movie, gripped by it.

He definitely is one of the loudest laughers in the theatre.

Billy laughs quietly to himself at the Kendom jokes.

Won’t admit that he actually thought the movie was okay.

Spends the next week with ‘I am Ken’ stuck in his head.

Stu orders an ‘I Am Kenough’ jumper.

See’s the movie 2 more times in cinema

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The Woodsboro Horror Picture Show, Chapter 7

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

I post all of these on AO3, my @ is buttonsinajar!

A/N: let's all pretend that it hasn't been over a year since I posted a new chapter ;-; on the bright side, i've almost finished my degree!

CW: brief description of anxiety

That day I had the most fun in art than I had for a while. Billy decided to ‘help’ me with my material experimentation, and by that I mean he drew abstract shapes in the empty gaps between my different sketches.

Apparently, that period was to be my only safe haven. By the time the class was over, everyone and their fucking moms had not just heard about what happened last night, but decided to try to talk to me about it. Because why the fuck not.

The hallways were thick with students as my friends tried to convoy me to my next classroom. The overheated bodies of other kids seemed to absorb all of the oxygen around me and forced the air out of my lungs. Every single eye in the corridor was on me as I tried to cut through the viscous mass of teenagers hunting for attention. My head throbbed with the dull noise of questions being thrown full-force at me. Sweaty, pencil-grimed fingers reached out to touch my shoulders, each graze feeling like I was walking through a rosebush. The bell calling for the next class to start rang out in time with my flying heartbeat. As we finally drew near the entrance to the English room, Billy's hands snaked their way from my shoulders to its opposite, hugging me from behind to push through the final clump of students. By the time we got to the door, Tatum and Stu had disappeared into the crowd like debris in fast-moving water.

“I think I’ll be okay for this one. It’d be a little more obvious if you tagged along here.”

"Are you sure?" I felt the air as Billy spoke into my ear go right through me and down my spine. "There's an empty seat right next to Sid.”

“Yeah I’m sure. Thank you though.” His face was so close to mine I could feel the heat of his skin. Or maybe it was my face heating up from his being so so close to me. Doesn’t matter.

“Alright. You can always leave class if it gets to be too much, don’t forget that.” His vice grip on me loosened, but he didn’t move. Praying that Mrs Taylor wasn’t at the front of the classroom, I quickly leant forward and kissed Billy on the cheek. Unless I was totally imagining it, I would swear I saw him flush a little.

“See you soon.”

“Yeah.” He breathed out, stepping back. Sid took my hand and gave it a small squeeze before pulling us both into our classroom.

In this room there are five rows of desks, each row with seven students. There are a few empty desks from Sid and I, and a few stragglers, as well as the one by the window that’s always empty. Besides those, all of the taken seats are accompanied by their own pair of eyes staring directly at me. As I wade through the suffocating space, I catch whispers of my name and words like “attack”, “murder” and “weird new girl”. God I wish I was anywhere else…

A few minutes from the end of class, I found myself in a group activity, buddied up by the teacher with two people I haven’t spoken to before. A girl called Emilia who seemed to be lacking in the literacy skills department and a guy called Rob who was mildly interested in finishing the task. I was just finishing up the peer feedback on Rob’s essay outline when I felt something cold touch my arm.

“So, where did you say you were from again?” Emilia asked, her pen still inches from my arm from where she poked me with it. Her tone is weird; almost questioning yet almost suspicious.

“The east coast.” I reply, keeping my voice calm but short. I seriously don’t want to get into it now.

“Yeah but like, where on the east coast?”

“Y’know. The middle bit.”

“You’re seriously not gonna say?”

“Nope.”

“Why not?” She’s beginning to glare at me now. Rob’s thankfully ignoring us.

“I’m actually on the run. I’m wanted for stealing a shark from the Philadelphia Aquarium.” She rolled her eyes at that, but shifted in her seat as she got ready for a different approach.

“Did you hear what happened to Casey Becker and Steve Orth?”

“Em, knock it off.” Rob grumbled, not looking up from his desk.

“What? She’s totally got a right to know.”

“I- I haven’t even heard those names before.” I cut back in, curiosity getting the better of me.

“Well, they were in our grade. That empty seat over there was actually Casey’s. They’d been going out for months then one day Casey’s parents come home to find them both with their insides on the outside. I bet the same guy that did that to them is the one who tried to get you last night.” “Fucking seriously, Em?” Rob shrank into his cardigan as he spoke. I had no idea what to say. Was it possible? The dipshit might have tried to rack up a few more bodies before mine… No, no, I’m sure if that had happened while I was here I would have heard about it before now. There’s no way he would have gotten to town before I even knew I was coming here. I’m not sure what’s worse though, thinking that I’d never really gotten away or knowing that there was still a murderer in town.

By the time I eventually made it to lunch, I was about ready to start punching people.

“I have not caught a single fucking break today!” I yelled, still a few feet from my friends culminating at the fountain. Tate gave me a sympathetic grimace as I flopped down next to her. My bag fell heavily on the concrete at my feet, apparently to further punctate my entrance. Sid had walked out with me since we both just had AP history, and she flanked my other side (although she sat down with a lot more grace).

“Your streak continues.” Tate muttered, gesturing with her eyes to the bitch reporter from this morning making her way towards us. Not sure what else to do, I let my head sink into my hands as someone’s hand moves to my back.

“Dahlia! Dahlia! Are you ready to give us a few words?” She called as she bustled towards us, cameraman in tow. I snapped my head up, ready to tell her where to put said camera, but Tate had beaten me to it.

“I think I’d like to hear her say she’s not giving a statement.” I make out the reporter saying through the cacophony of insults. Weird, there it is, my last and final straw. I was wondering where I’d left it. I fly up and over to her, pushing past my friend. I can feel that I’m breathing heavily. I hadn’t even planned what I was going to say. I’m brought out of my anger-trace when Gale goes “See, now that wasn’t so hard?”. I grabbed the stupid mic she’s holding out to me and throw it as fast as I can into the fountain.

“Th… That was very expensive!” She gawked at me, clearly at a loss for words. I picked up my bag and started walking away, leaving her gaping at me like a fish.

“Girl you are a serious badass!” Tate admires, catching up to me.

“Yeah, what I’d give to just punch her right in the nose.” Sid mimes a right hook, laughing.

“That did feel pretty good.” I admit, and now I’m laughing.

“I fucking bet!” Tate chuckles.

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