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dopeasspancake · 25 days

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Okay, I have another Hear Me Out situation, but this one is for Billy/Sidney/Stu.

An AU where Billy and Stu kill everyone so they can have Sidney to themselves.

Billy and Stu have been hooking up behind Sidney's back for quite a while, because despite him loving Sidney, he loves Stu just as much (if not more). One night as they're laying in Stu's bed, Billy laments how much easier things would be if Stu was interested in Sidney too and they could convince her to date the both of them.

And of course Stu is like "what do you mean IF I was interested?" because he has eyeballs and Sid is gorgeous and genuinely very sweet and kind and Stu has been lowkey obsessed with her as well, but would never dream of acting on it because he loves Billy.

So they hatch a plan to slowly introduce Stu into Billy and Sidney's relationship in a way that Sid won't even realize until it's already happened.

First, they kill her mother and frame Cotton for it. A year later they kill Tatum, Randy, and Neil Prescott (but make his look self-inflicted so they can frame for him for the latest murders). They did go after Sidney but made sure not to hurt her, but do slice themselves up to really sell it and then tell police and Sidney her dad snapped on the anniversary of his wife's murder and took out Sidney's all friends and tried to kill her but they were able to stop him.

And naturally Sidney is upset but also so grateful to the boys for saving her and they're like "Well of course, anything for you, Sid."

So her aunt Kate moves into Sidney's house so that Sidney doesn't also have to move in addition to grieving her friends and parents. But she's always busy working or looking after her own little toddler, so Sid is on her own a lot.

And now she's nice and isolated, with really only her boyfriend and good friend Stu to lean on for support. And they make it a point to always be there for her, comforting with sweet words and gentle touches and small tokens of affection to cheer her up.

The plan really kicks in with regular movie nights where Sidney sits on the sofa between the two boys. And Stu is more than happy to get up and grab Sidney snacks and another can of Dr Pepper whenever she wants. It's just what a good friend would do he says anytime she protests.

Billy and Stu start finding opportunities for Stu to slip extra compliments towards Sid into everyday conversation.

"Your hair looks very pretty today, Sid."

"Hey Stu, what do you think of Sidney's new jeans she got yesterday?"

"I'd say they make your ass look fantastic but I'm sure that's all you and not just the jeans, baby."

(She'll blush and chastise him for his choice of words but Billy and Stu will only laugh and agree that it's true.)

Then one movie night Stu offers to let her rest her legs over his lap so she can stretch out and lay against Billy's chest while he plays with her hair. And since her legs and feet are just right there Stu is kind enough to rub her feet and occasionally runs a finger along her legs to test the waters. But he never looks at her because he's totally just spaced out watching the movie, right?

And from there they start conditioning Sidney to get used to Stu becoming as touchy as Billy. If he opens a door for her, he guides her through with a hand on her lower back. She has a hair out of place? He reaches over and tucks it behind her ear.

After a couple of months Billy and Stu start to notice Sidney seeking out physical contact from Stu just as much as Billy. If they're standing around talking, she'll lean against him if he's closer than Billy. She gives him and Billy both hugs anytime she's saying goodbye. Eventually she even starts kissing him on the cheek.

They enter the final act of their plan with Billy initiating brief make out sessions during their movie nights. And at first she's hesitant because she worries Stu will think it's uncomfortable or weird but he's of course like "oh by all means, suck face."

And so they do. And sometimes, since they're often right there on his lap, Stu will caress his fingers along her legs and thighs while her and Billy kiss. And this begins to instill a sort of Pavlovian response in her.

So sometimes if Stu happens to touch her leg, she'll initiate making out with Billy. Which gets progressively more heated.

And then after 3-4 months it finally all comes to fruition when the 3 of them are watching a movie. Sidney and Billy are kissing, but both boys see her constantly looking out of the corner of her eye at Stu while he draws little circles around her ankle with a finger, and her breathing is getting heavy.

Billy feels like it's finally the right time, so as he kisses along her jaw he whispers in her ear that Stu looks so lonely over there. And Sidney nods in agreement but doesn't say anything.

And then Billy looks her in the eye and with a very charming smile tells her "you can kiss him too, if you want." And of course she looks completely taken aback, but not mad. So Billy continues on with things like I see the way you look at him sometimes, he looks at you too and it's okay, I'm fine with it, we're all friends here and he's been so lonely since losing Tatum.

And by now Stu isn't even pretending he's not listening anymore and he plays the Good Cop and reassures her with you don't have to do anything you don't want to and I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable, you're just so pretty and just so nice and Sidney, baby, you know I adore you.

And with one last nod of encouragement from Billy, Sidney slowly pushes up and away from Billy to scoot down the couch toward Stu, who gently scoops her up and and resettles her so that she's straddling his lap.

Because she looks so nervous still, Stu takes the initiative to draw her in with a gentle finger under her chin and she doesn't stop him so he finally goes in for the kill.

And while Stu and Sidney gently make out, Billy scoots down the couch so he can sit next to them and lean against Stu's side so the hand not gripping Sidney's waist can run through Billy's hair.

And when one of Sidney's hands reach out to hold Billy's while the other runs along Stu's jawline, Billy just thinks to himself Got her.

#the 3 of them together are just 🤌#ugh I love it #I need more people to love it so it becomes more popular #I am begging #sidney prescott #stu macher #billy loomis #billy loomis x stu macher #stu macher x sidney prescott #billy loomis x sidney prescott #billy loomis x sidney prescott x stu macher #murder husbands #stuilly

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final-girl96 · 1 year

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New Scream Story Coming Soon

My Boyfriend's Back

Spotify Playlist

I will start working on this as soon as NC-17 is completely finished. Please read all warnings. I might also be adding more as I write the story.

Warnings:

Smut

• Rough Sex

• Daddy Kink (bc stu is daddy)

• Breeding Kink

• Choking

• Spanking

• Edging

• BDSM (just a little)

• Cock Warming (Maybe a little)

• Dub-Con

• unprotected (kinda yn on BC)

• Cream Pie

• public Sex

• Oral (both m & f receiving)

• Anal (maybe)

• Fingering (definitely in public)

• Hair Pulling

• Degrading (Slut & Whore)

• Praise Kink (Good Girl)

Other Warnings

• Obsession Behavior

• Possessive Behavior

• Psychopath Behavior

• Murder

• Blood & Gore

• Strong Language

• Adult Themes (warning above)

• Stalking

• Billy Loomis (self explained)

• Stu Macher (self explained)

• Slow Burn (maybe a little)

• Won't Follow Plot Exactly

• Slow Updates (maybe)

• Violence

Stu Macher x YN Prescott

YN is Sidney's younger sister. She's smart, beautiful, outgoing, and popular. She will be 17 in scream 1 and Sidney will be 18. She will also be in the same grade because she skipped a grade just to make it easier and she can go off to college with Randy and Sidney.

When the events of scream happen and Billy is shot by Sidney at the end they also assumed Stu was dead as well seeing as he had a tv fall on him. But months later just school was coming to a close and they were getting ready to graduate and go off to college yn gets this feeling that someone is always watching her. The feeling followers her everywhere she goes. And the boy she thought was dead keeps coming back. She can't tell anyone because she's afraid no one will believe her. She doesn't even know if she believes her own eyes.

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crimson-calligraphyx · 1 year

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✨Master List✨

Below are the links to the stories I'm working on. I hope you enjoy what you read!

🔪 Death is All Around 🔪 Billy Loomis x Sidney Prescott Status: INCOMPLETE/DISCONTINUED

🌫️ Pulled From The Grey 🌈 Noah Sebastian x OC Status: COMPLETED

⛓️The Three of Us🔐 Noah Sebastian x OC Status: IN PROGRESS

Quandary Noah Sebastian x OC; sequel to Pulled From The Grey Status: IN PROGRESS

Feel free to give me some love on Wattpad as well! Much appreciated 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

#master list #fan fiction #fanfics #death is all around #scream 1996 #billy loomis #billy loomis x sidney prescott #bad omens #bad omens band #noah sebastian #pulled from the grey

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clergyofhorror · 1 year

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Goddamn the Man Who Said Everything's Gonna Be Fine

[Canon Major Character Death, Potential Graphic Violence]

"Help me. Please."

He knew those words would be his undoing.

Stu is hopelessly in love. So in love, in fact, that he's willing to do anything for Billy. Including becoming a little bit more than just an accomplice for murder.

Billy could care less about anyone in his company. They're stepping stones for his personal gain. All he cares about is that he wants several people to pay. And he knows someone that's just infatuated enough with him to help.

Read on AO3:

#scream #scream fic #unrequited love #retelling #billy loomis x stu matcher #billy loomis x sidney prescott #stu macher x tatum riley

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dreamties · 2 years

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5 times billy doesn't feel real + 1 time he thinks he might be || chapter one

A/n- Hi, I interrupt our regular scheduled programming for a passion project of mine featuring Billy Loomis and a very honest look at mental health issues :)

This story features snippets of Billy dealing with depersonalization-derealization, primarily as a trauma response, and how that effects him. If you are uncomfortable with any of that, please don't read <3

word count: 234

read on AO3

Sometimes Billy Loomis doesn’t feel real.

He’s ten years old, laying on his back and staring at the ceiling. It’s a distant, far away feeling, but he knows it in the way it seeps into his bones. In the way he stares at the tiny green light of the smoke detector, vision black and blurry, until his whole body buzzes and he knows he could just float away any minute.

It’s more than not feeling one within himself. It’s more than feeling detached. It’s the nagging thought at the back of his head that maybe, just maybe, he never really existed at all.

He wonders if he put a voice to his words if any of it would be concrete. If when he layed in bed at night he didn’t fall into the abyss. If looking out his window didn’t make him lost and strangely afraid.

He wonders if it would make him normal. If it would fix every tiny, wrong aspect of himself. Make the feelings disappear. Or if it would make things that much worse.

Would they lock him up? Mark him too crazy for his own good?

Would he be doomed to be like this for all of eternity?

The more he thinks on it, the worse it is. His mind goes down in rabbit holes, and he has to shake it off, and remind himself this was okay.

(it’s not)

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dalillah-shihuadee · 2 years

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– It’s just a cigarette and it harms your pretty lungs

– Well it’s only twice a week so there’s not much of a chance

– It’s just a cigarette it’ll soon be only ten

– Honey can’t you trust me when I want to stop I can

IMAGINE where Sidney is a badass girl and Billy crushed on her while being covert and shy, she did love attention of society and he didn't, but, anyway - loved her and nothing else, they also were just cute together and at the same time everyone knew who was the boss

BONUS:

Maybe Billy detested Sidney's beloved society and was kinda psychopathic about it, it leaned on his face

#scream 1996 #ghostface #The cigarette duet #Imagine #billy loomis x sidney prescott #Au #Slasher #slasher imagines #Scream imagine #Billy loomis #sidney prescott

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frucienlover · 2 years

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Part of my Like An Animal series:

#fanfiction #scream 1996 #billy loomis #sidney prescott #Billy x Sidney #Sidly #Smut #pregnancy #Billy Loomis x Sidney Prescott #my edit #One of my many otps #Au

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123star3456 · 2 years

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youtube

#scream #sidney and billy #billy and sidney #billy loomis #sidney prescott #sidly #sidney x billy #billy x sidney #sidney prescott x billy loomis #billy loomis x sidney prescott #neve campbell #skeet ulrich #Youtube

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tonixe · 1 year

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"I wanna make you my final girl."

n.o.t.e.s - Skeet Ulrich is fine as hell.

w.a.r.n - p in the v, penetration, creampies, unprotected sex, dub-con to non con, wall sex, fingering.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - Billy Loomis x fem!reader

w.c. - 1.3k

Music was blasting through the house, holding your red solo cup filled with some mysterious alcoholic drink.

It was another senior party, and it was of course a party hosted by Stu in his parent's huge house. You got forced to go to the party by Tatum and Stu. You were surprised when Sidney was at the party.

You saw as she walked into the kitchen you were curious about what she was doing; you were barely doing anything at the party than just sipping on your drink and looking around. Walking into the kitchen, to see Sidney emptying a bag of chips into a bowl. You placed your drink onto the counter.

"I didn't know your gonna come to the party, Sid" you put your hands into your skirt pockets, she was taken by surprised by your presence into the kitchen.

"I just didn't want to miss out on the fun, you know?" she responded quietly, as she started eating some of the chips, "Mind if I join in, I don't have anything else to do" you gave her a smile.

"Sure" she passed the bowl of chips, as you grab a handful of chips.

"So, where's Tatum"

"Probably with Stu, doing something important" she shrugged, You giggled when she said the last part, "You mean there probably somewhere fucking" you laughed.

You saw her growing a little grin on her lips, "I guess so" she gave you a little smile, but she was still down.

"What got ya down Sid?" you asked her.

She didn't responded with anything, "Is it with Billy?"

She didn't with your question once again, as she just looked away fro you, "You know it okay Sid, he in the wrong after all, beside he should know it, it wasn't your fault" you said, as you hugged her from behind, "Besides it's party have fun" you gave her a reassuring smile and pat on her back.

"I-i guess so" she said, wiping a tear away from her eyelash, she a laugh a bit.

"I gonna see where's Randy at" she said.

You gave her a head shake, as you watched as she left the kitchen, left with the bowl of chips. 'Oh well', as you dug into the chips. You were now alone, as you sighed out.

You were interrupted in your train of thought, from a group of teenager coming into the kitchen, not trying to bother yourself you just left the chips and walked dusted your hands off.

You walked through the hallways of the house, trying to find the entertain of fun in the party, before getting bumped into by a very drunk Billy.

"B-billy" you stuttered out, you were disgusted by the strong smell of alcohol coming from him. "How much were you drinking tonight?"

"Enough to make me think about you~" he cooed, teasing point at your face, you saw the evident empty flask in his hands.

"God, you need to go home..now," you whispered, holding his shoulders.

"I-i just wanna go home with you, darling." he stuttered out as he caressed your cheek, "You're drunk"

"I'm pretty sober"

"Your going home come on" you tugged at his hand, before getting slammed on a wall, immediately smelling the alcohol and his cologne radaring from him.

"You know, Y/N.." he huffed, looking straight at your face, "You're so pretty, I mean pretty than Sidney in a way" He caressed your face, and you felt his hand sneaking up your skirt.

You grabbed his hand, "Stop, you have a fucking girlfriend, Billy," you hissed at him angrily; he slammed you into the wall forcefully, grabbing your chin, "You know you want it to, Y/N, come on." He forcefully peeled off your panties.

You felt his thick fingers inside of your cunt, your legs wobbling from the impact, as he thrust his finger inside you. "Your wet," he whispered into your ear, and a smuggled smile appeared on his face. You turned your head away from him. His finger fucked you, as you covered your mouth hiding your moans.

"I wanna hear you scream," he whispered into your ear as he took your hand away from your mouth, forcing his tongue into your mouth to kiss. Withdrawing from your lips, being connected by a string of saliva. You whimpered out as his fingers were still trusted inside you before getting withdrawn.

His fingers coated with your slick, as he sucked the liquid from his fingers in front of you before shoving into a hot makeout; it was wrong to enjoy this abuse, especially with your friend's boyfriend.

Your heavy breathing was loud as you tried to calm yourself down before you felt yourself getting lifted off the ground onto Billy's shoulder.

"What the hell, put me down, Billy" you yelled before you were silenced by a slap on the ass as you jolted from the slap.

You buried your face onto the pillow, grabbing it, You could of ask him to stop, but you allowed the thought of him being under the influence; you were a fucking fake, fucking your friend's own boyfriend when there going through something, you felt horrible, but you didn't want it to stop.

You were interrupted in your train of thought before getting split out by his cock, hissing from the pain. His hips collided with your ass as he thrust into you, his hips jackhammering into you.

Your moans ranged out as his cock abused your cunt, as he grabbed the back of your hair, pulling you into his chest, thrusting into you deeper, "Fuck" he groaned out into your ear, "God, your tight," he squeezes her clothed chest, before he took off your shirt, ripped your bra off.

Before he started playing with your nipples, your languid moans made Billy harder by the second. As Billy pulled you into a messy, hot kiss while he plunged himself deeper inside you, You felt yourself feeling your orgasm. His cock massaging your inner walls, "Goddamn, your fucking tight," he groaned into your ear as you clamped down on him.

He removed his arms from your body, and you fell onto the bed, your breath labored, as sweat covered your body.

Before he flipped you, hovering over your body, before he plunged inside you again, your moans were loud, his thrust jolting, as your boobs bounced from the rhythm of his hips.

His body pressed onto your own as you held him, your legs placed on his hips, his thrust getting sloppy, both of your bodies covered with sweat, your nail scratching his back, as your nails stain red. The sounds of the thrust being heard around the room, "B-billy, Im close," you moaned out, "I'm gonna fucking cum inside you" You felt a sense of pleasure washing down on you, moaning his name before clamping down onto his cock, he thrust you a few times into you before spilling himself into you, you felt him softening inside of you, as he groaned into your ear.

You and Billy of your panting were loud before he pulled out of you, as his cum dripped out of you. Billy putting back his clothing back on, zipping up his jeans.

"Where you going." you whimpered out, reaching for him, "Finishing some business," he said before kissing you on the lips, "I'll be back soon, precious." before he caressed his cheek.

"So you really did that, huh," Stu asked as Stu lit his blunt, puffing out the smoke, before turning his head to Billy.

"It was easy to get her to be submissive." Before he took a blow from his blunt.

"You make her sound more like a dream; maybe if get to enjoy her too," he said before he took a drag from his blunt; he felt a hard glare from Billy after he said that.

"After your done fucking with her."

"If you touch her, I'll fucking kill you."

"Billy, you never share~" Stu playful whined

"Anyways, your ready for the Woodsboro massacre?" Stu asked gleefully.

"Ready to finish up the daughter of the whore" Billy muttered before taking a long drag from his blunt.

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mh2o29 · 13 days

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tfw you have to call your girlfriend's house to talk to her girlfriend (who is also your boyfriends girlfriend) so you can get your boyfriend released from jail...

(click for better quality PLEASE I beg you)

under the tab are other versions of the drawing so click if you wanna see him with no shirt on .....wait what who said that.....

yall i don't even know how to explain this one i was possessed and controlled by the urge to draw stu macher all pretty and posed like this,,,, so i like when men are pretty SUE ME

credits to @atitanbitch for the idea to include Sid and Tatum in the little bubble and @powderedbleach for reminding me about THE ROBEEEE OH and ofc @harleykeenervarient for sending me the photo reference I used in the first place yall rock <3

included below are alternate versions of this drawing that I was having some fun with mwuahaha that includes no shirt, no shirt plus some ~shweed~ and also ofc trans version bc cmon

alright thats all for now.... thats my cue to slink back into the void until I return with another art drop BYEEEEEE

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whoreofdilfs · 11 months

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re-watching scream 1996 is not enough, i need billy and stu to fuck me

#scream x reader #scream #stu macher imagine #stu macher fanfic #stu scream #stu macher x reader #stu macher #billy and stu x reader #billy loomis #billy scream #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis smut #stu macher smut #tatum riley #Sidney Prescott #randy meeks #dewey riley #gale weathers

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sidney-96 · 5 months

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SCREAM (1996)

#scream 1996 #scream franchise #scream #sidney prescott #tatum riley #billy loomis #stu macher #randy meeks #gale weathers #dewey riley #sidney prescott x reader #tatum riley x reader #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #randy meeks x reader #gale weathers x reader #dewey riley x reader

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final-girl96 · 1 year

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Chapter Thirty-Six

Stu

I looked down to see yn sleeping. The pain meds make her sleepy. I was surprised when she came downstairs with Sidney. She's usually upstairs laying in bed and sleeping. Fucking Mickey damn near killed her with how deep those stab wounds were. For the first couple days I wouldn't leave her side scared that she wouldn't make it. I was changing the bandages several times a day because I didn't want her getting an infection.

I grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it up over her shoulders. My hand found its way to her hair and brushed it away from her face. I was starting to regret everything I did, helping Billy kill Sidney's mom, killing Casey and Steve, Tatum, Himbry, and getting Ray killed because I was jealous. My biggest regret is hurting her. I mean I didn't intend for her to get hurt. I also didn't think I would be on the run and wanted for murder.

To be honest I don't recognize him any more. He's so obsessed with getting revenge for Sidney's mother having an affair with his father and making his mother leave. But I could also see those feelings he still has for her that he keeps shoving deep, deep down. I think he's been a little too rough with her but she doesn't seem to mind too much even though she was still healing. He was more aggressive than he normal was. Well, he was more laid back up until his mom left. Then he found out why she left and he's been seeing red ever since.

Once the movie was over I gently lifted yn head off my lap then carefully picked her up. "I'm going to take her upstairs," I said quietly to Billy and Sidney. I was careful not to jolt her around too much as to not wake her but also to not hurt her. When I got upstairs and to the room at the end of the hall I laid her in bed then covered her up. I leaned down and pressed a kiss to her forehead then headed back downstairs to make sure Billy didn't do anything stupid.

Everything was dark. There was no light coming from anywhere. My hands slid along a wall guiding me forward. I don't know where I am or why I'm here. All I know is that the feeling that settles over me is heavy and dark, darker than the darkness that surrounds me. I can feel something watching me. The hair on the back of my neck stands up and goosebumps prickle my skin, a chill runs down my spine. A voice in the bed of my mind is screaming for me to run.

Run… Run… RUN!

My pace picks up to a jog then to a sprint as I hear heavy footsteps behind me. They grow closer and closer. I ran blindly down what I can only assume was a long hallway. I only slow when the footsteps fade to a stop. I bend over, my hands on my knees and try to catch my breath. I don't stay that way long. My hands find the wall again and I feel my way down the hallway. My hand comes in contact with a cold, round, metal object. I twist it to the right, the heavy wooden door swings open to more darkness.

I don't waste time trying to figure out what it could be. I step inside and close the door, feeling for a lock. I bring my hand up, feeling for a switch and my fingers hit something. I flicked the light on, my eyes slammed shut at the bright light. I slowly open them, adjusting my sight to the brightness. I look around to see I'm in a sound room. The same sound room that I ran into at… no… this can't be possible. How am I here again? Why am I here? Was this some cruel sick joke?

I look down to see red droplets on the once white floor. I follow them across the room and around sound proofed walls. The blood drops got bigger turning into small pools. I continued following it out the other door. This hallway was dimly lit, the hall was long and darkness took over further down. A figure lay in the middle of the hall halfway down. The blood trialed all the way down. The pools got bigger the closer I got.

I stopped a few feet away from the body that lay on the floor. They were laying face down, a pool of blood surrounding them. I took slow cautious steps forward, slowly bending down and reaching out to roll them over. I stumbled back, tripping over my own feet and landing on my ass. Cold, dead, blue eyes bore into me, widened with fear. Blood splattered across cold, pale skin.

I sat there unmoving, heart pounding against my rib cage. Tears fell from my eyes wetting my cheeks, a lump grew in my throat, a knot twisted my stomach. Randy's lifeless body lay only a foot from me. I sat there just looking at him muttering I'm sorry over and over. That day replayed in my head. The hopeless feeling I had the moment he got pulled into that van. The way my heart stopped when there was no more movement inside. The emptiness I felt and still feel from losing another friend.

I sat in that hall, in the same position I landed in when I felt back onto my ass. I was starting to feel numb. Starting to check out completely until I heard a faint noise. It sounded like wheezing. I shook my head thinking that my mind was playing tricks on me until I heard it again. My head snapped up and I looked at Randy. I had to blink a few times to make sure I was seeing what I thought. His chest was rising and falling the slightest bit. Then a scream ripped from my throat when a cold, pale, bloody hand shot out and wrapped around my ankle.

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crimson-calligraphyx · 1 year

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Death is All Around | part IV

This shouldn’t be happening. I should not be standing outside dressed in black, placing a single flower on top of this casket in front of me, saying goodbye to one of my best friends.

I will forever have the sight of Randy bloodied with his head slumped over, shoulder pinned to the tree behind him, that damned Ghostface mask stuck to his chest.

I pulled my jacket tight against me, shivering, even though it wasn’t particularly cold out. I just felt hollow, numb—ghostly, even. Sucking my lip into my mouth to hold my sobs in, I turned around to face Billy and my friends, one lone tear trailing down my face. This wasn’t fair. This shouldn’t be happening; it shouldn’t have been Randy. It shouldn’t be anyone, not Casey or Steve, not my mom, no one.

I walk back over to the trio, the sadness in their eyes making me want to break down more so than I already wanted to. Sniffling, I ran my hand across my cheek, wiping away the tear that found its way down my face before any of them acknowledge it. I know they saw it, but I didn’t want to draw attention to it. Billy extends his arm, welcoming me into his embrace, where I nuzzle my head against his chest and wrap my arms around him. No one speaks, we just stand there exchanging pained glances between one another. Oddly enough, it was comforting, the silence and understanding of the situation before us.

Billy places a gentle kiss to the top of my head, rubbing my upper arm as he does so. I peer up at him, locking eyes with him. They were exceptionally dark today; there was no shimmer, no welcoming warmth in them. Just sadness. Worry. Sunken in and red around the edges from the few tears he let out earlier today. Swallowing, I break the silence with a croak, “I’m fine.” Tatum nods, but I know she doesn’t believe me as she purses her lips together. She closes the gap between us and pulls me from Billy, engulfing me in a hug. She squeezes me for an uncomfortably long time, nearly pushing the air out of me. I swear I could feel her tremble, trying to hold back her cries. She’ll never admit it, but she did value him as a good friend of hers, and I know she regrets all those times she wasn’t particularly nice to him. “I’m so sorry, Sid,” her voice was strong, but quivers. Hearing that causes my vision to blur as fresh tears make their way to the surface. I place my hands on her shoulders, steadying her in front of me. “You can cry, it’s okay,” I sniff, coughing out a small chuckle. “I know,” she whispers, wrenching her eyes shut as she finally lets those tears free that she was holding back. This time I pull her into a hug, resting my head on her shoulder.

I glance up, blinking through my tears as something dark catches my eye in the distance against the pines. I squint, trying to make sense of what it is that I saw—or think I saw, anyway—but there was nothing but low hanging branches swaying in the wind. I shake my head, releasing Tatum from my hold. She wipes the tears from her eyes with the tips of her fingers, sniffling softly as she runs the sleeve of her shirt under her nose. Her cheeks and nose were both reddened, eyes glossed over and starting to become bloodshot. “What’s wrong?” she questions after studying me for a moment. I clear my throat, “Oh, uh, nothing. I just thought I saw something…” I peer over her shoulder again, confirming that there was nothing but trees behind her. “Must’ve just been an animal running by, is all.” She gently pushes her knuckles against my shoulder, playfully pushing before muttering a quick ‘kay’.

“So, whaddya two ladies think about bailing this fiesta and grabbing some grub and having a few drinks back at my place?” Stu slings his arms around our shoulders, bobbing his head back and forth between us as he waits for a response. “Stu! Now is not the time or place—” “A-actually, Tate, I think that’s a great idea,” I cut Tatum off mid-scold. “This has been a hard day for all of us. Maybe a little downtime is what we need.”

I steal a glance at Billy; a comforting smirk stares back at me as he saunters over to us. He replaces Stu’s arm around my shoulders with his, resting his hand on my upper arm and giving it a reassuring squeeze. He cocks his head to the side, "C'mon. Let's get outta here."

I stare absentmindedly at the movie that was playing on the living room TV, lazily spinning the beer bottle I was holding between my fingers. We decided on John Carpenter's Halloween in honor of Randy, knowing that was one of his favorites; he adored Jamie Lee "Scream Queen" Curtis.

I was in such a fog, not even retaining anything that I had watched. My head throbbed lightly at the temples, my eyes puffy from crying and nose raw from blowing it nearly all day. I keep telling myself that this is all a dream, and I'll wake up soon and have to deal with Randy's enthusiasm towards all the newly released movies he planned to watch in theatre, and possibly convince us to join.

I chuckle lightly to myself at the thought.

"Earth to Sid!" I look up when I hear my name called through the haze just as a dusting of popcorn plops me in the face. I jerk back slightly, shaking my head. "You alright over there?" Stu asks, leaning over to retrieve the popcorn that was now sitting in my lap, popping it into his mouth. "Yeah, sorry," I mumble, bringing the bottle to my lips and taking a swig. "Hey dickhead, why don't you leave her alone?" Billy barks at Stu, shooting him a stern look. Stu puts his hands up in defense, "Sheesh, sorry, man. She just looked like a space cadet for a minute there, wanted to make sure she was coming back to us at some point."

Sighing, I tip the bottle back and finish off the beer before standing, "I'm fine. Please, for fuck's sake, stop asking me." I turn on my heel, making my exit towards the kitchen to grab another drink from the fridge. I hear a low mumble, followed by a distinguished 'ow' from Stu. I pluck a bottle from the bottom shelf and close the fridge, turning around and leaning against it. Letting out a sigh, I bang my head back against the door just as I hear someone enter the room. I briefly glance over, meeting Billy's stare.

"Don't," I bite, twisting the top off the beer and aggressively tossing it into the trash by the kitchen island. He doesn't say a word, just walks towards me and puts a hand on my side and looks directly into my eyes. He studies me, trailing his gaze up and down my tense face, trying to get a read on me.

I breathe in deeply through my nose, closing my eyes and resting my forehead against his chest. "I'm sorry," I mumble as I let go of the breath I was holding. "It's okay," he whispers, moving his hand up and down my back soothingly. "You have nothing to be sorry for." "I'm just frazzled, you know?" I speak into his chest. "All the stress from this is getting to my head. Earlier today at the funeral, I could have sworn I saw him." "Saw who?" I gulped, choking on my answer. "Ghostface." Billy remains quiet for a moment, still running a hand slowly up and down my spine. I could feel my heart begin to race with anxiety, drumming against my chest, waiting for his answer. Does he think I'm crazy? Did he see him too? Does he know something that I don't?

"Would you like me to take you home so you can relax?" He asks after his momentary silence. I start to calm now that he finally answered as I shake my head, still pressed against his chest. "No, I just opened this," I respond, lifting the beer aimlessly. He chuckles, "Okay. Ready to go back in there with those goons?" This time I let out a small giggle, lifting my head and gently placing a kiss on his jaw. He gazes down at me, the corners of his lips turning upwards in a tiny smile. I break away from his grasp, grabbing his hand and pulling him with me back towards the living room. "I'll take that as a yes."

The room was spinning, and I was laughing.

Okay, so the room wasn't actually spinning, but with the alcohol influencing my vision, it sure seemed like it was. I felt warm, vibrant, exhilarated, and most importantly, distracted. There wasn't a care in the world to me besides feeding myself more booze to keep these feelings flowing. I felt free from the looming darkness that's been consuming me since Randy's passing.

I was currently wrapped up in a blanket with my head slumped against Tatum's shoulder, the bowl of popcorn now in our possession. She was lazily tossing kernels into her mouth, trying hard to ignore her boyfriend who was trying his damnedest to annoy her. By the sounds of it, it seemed to have been working, hearing her huff as she throws her head against the backrest. "Stu!" She finally snaps, "knock it off, or so help me God." "Aww, what's wrong Tatum?" He teases her, promptly poking her in the side. She jerks at the touch, whipping her head to glare at him. I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing at the situation that was unfolding beside me.

In one swift movement, Tatum stands with the popcorn bowl in her hands, leaving me to fall against the couch cushion. I grunt softly, but right myself to witness what was about to happen. I scoff, astonished once I see her lift the bowl over Stu's head, popcorn pouring over him. She finishes her attack by slamming the bowl onto his head, pushing it down past his eyes so he couldn't see. She let's out a 'hmph' as she folds her arms over her chest, leaving him to sit there with his new hat and mess around him.

I couldn't contain my composure; I was full on belly-laughing.

I turn my attention towards Billy, who was sitting in the lounger across from me, to see if he was witnessing the drama before us. He was leaning forward, elbows on his legs propping him up, dangling his beer between his legs, chuckling lightly. I watch him as he brings the bottle up to his lips, taking a quick sip before returning to his original position. I watch him swipe his tongue over his lips, savoring the taste of his brew. I mimic his actions, licking my own lips while imagining the taste of him infiltrating my palate.

He adverts his attention towards me as if he could sense that I was staring at him. He locks those dark eyes with mine, smoldering. That look electrifies me, shooting this sudden warmth through my body that pools at the pit of my stomach. I squirm uncomfortably in my seat to try to ease the heat that was simmering in me, swallowing harshly as I feel my mouth start to go dry. I watch his eyes slowly trail from my eyes, down to my hands I had been wringing anxiously while Billy practically eye fucked me. His mouth pulls to the side in a devious smirk while he meets me eyes again—he knew exactly what he was doing to me. Why tonight of all nights his actions—which certainly were supposed to be innocent—were causing my body to react this way, I wasn’t sure. But my God, the things I’m imaging him doing to me was not me by nature… I guess I’ll blame it on the alcohol.

“Why don’t we get you home, Sid? You look like you’re ready to leave,” Billy’s voice was low as he stood and placed his half-drank beer on the coffee table. I felt another rush of warmth, this time running up my neck as my heartrate began to pick up from anticipation of what those eyes were portraying. “Oh, um…” I trail off, taking a quick glance around the room; Tatum still hadn’t returned, and Stu was clearly irritated that he was now picking up the mess that he egged on from her. “Yeah, it’s getting pretty late.”

When I stood, the room began to spin again as my brain finally registered just how much alcohol I consumed tonight. I bumped my knee into the coffee table, causing Billy’s beer to topple over and spill. I gasp, quickly reaching for it, only to push it further and inevitably causing more of a mess. “Fuck, I’m sorry, Stu,” I mumble with embarrassment, turning to head towards the kitchen for something to clean up the spill, and immediately bump into Billy’s chest. He rights me, planting a hand firmly on the small of my back. He leers down at me, that same damned smirk playing on his lips. I gasp, feeling myself flush.

Fuck. What is wrong with me tonight?

“Ah, don’t worry about it. Not like this is the first beer we’ve spilled here, right?” I hear bottles clacking together behind me as Stu starts to clean the room up. “You both look pretty sloshed, why don’t you go on up and take my parent’s room tonight?” Billy continues to smirk at me as he winks. “You sure?" "Yeah, man," Stu chuckles, "go for it. You never know with Officer Dewey-Boy. Don't want him bustin' ya, and I don't think Tatum can bail you out on that one." "Appreciate it." Billy cocks his head, motioning for me to follow him up the stairs. I trail after him, reaching for his hand in guidance.

Once inside the bedroom and the door was shut, he begins to loosen the tie that he was still wearing since leaving the funeral, watching me sway softly. Was I dizzy from being intoxicated by the alcohol or was it by the effects of him?

He smirks, slowly closing the gap between us. He places a warm hand on my cheek, running his thumb across my lips while his other hand lands on my hip. I take in a quick breath from the contact. I drink in the way his hands feel on me, how close he was to me, feeling his hot breath caress my lips while his dark orbs penetrate me. My stomach flutters, heat rolling down and pooling into my panties. "What's the matter?" His voice is gravely, seductive. "You're awfully unsteady."

You.

I swallowed as my mind raced for an answer. When I don't come up with anything, he hums with amusement before crushing his lips to mine. Almost instinctively, our tongues find one other, meshing together, savoring each other. I grip onto the front of his shirt, clinging to him, feeling weak at the knees, wanting him closer to me. His hand moves from my face to the back of my head, clawing into my scalp and pulling my hair and aggressively steering me backwards until the back of my legs hit the mattress. I buckle, falling back and pulling him with me. He breaks away from the kiss, now pulling my hair to move my head to the side for clear access to my neck. He places soft kisses on my flushed skin, earning quiet mewls from me. I could feel his smile against my neck, followed by a quick breath as he chuckles. "So," he says lowly, "you gonna tell me what's wrong now? Or do I have to force it out of you?" "H-how do you plan on forcing it out of me?"

He runs a hand down my leg, hiking it up around his hip and ground his pelvis into mine. Feeling the bulge that was growing underneath his dress slacks pressed against my center earns him a louder moan from me this time. "Like this," he jerks his hips into me, his erection pressing just hard enough to feel it against my clit. I bite my lip, muffling the moan that was coming out of me. He grazes his teeth against my neck, nibbling lightly before sucking on the tender skin. I involuntarily dig my nails into his back, scratching down and around his hips, my hands meeting at his belt. He hums, still pressed against my neck as I fumble with the buckle that was holding back what I was desperate for. I manage to unfasten it, only to have him grip my hand and stop me. "Hold that thought." He places a quick kiss against my lips and crawls off of me.

Breathing heavy, I sit up on my hands and watch him with confusion as he sits down on the chair nearby. "Billy," I huff out, heart pounding and aggravation starting to build in me. "What are you doing?" He bends down and begins to untie his dress shoes. By this point, I was fuming--did he really rile me up and pause to take his goddamn shoes off? "I know what you're thinking," he begins without even looking up at me, "my entire outfit is my dad's--he'd kill me if I ruined them." "Really?" I wasn't normally this irritable about this type of thing, but God, I really fucking wanted him right now. Needed him, even. Impatience growing, I stand up and kick my own shoes off to the side of the room and turn towards him. I let out a shaky breath, knowing what I was about to do was way out of my normal character.

I step up a few feet away from him, waiting for him to finish with whatever he was doing. Hearing my presence, he looks up as he places his now untied dress shoes off to the side. I watch as his expression turned quizzical, surely wondering what I was up to. He cocks his head slightly, studying me with curiosity. I keep my composure calm as I slide one strap of my black dress down my shoulder. Understanding flashes across his face, amusement taking place as I continued to remove the other strap from my shoulder. The dress pools around my feet, leaving me in a strapless bra and panties. I smirk, stepping out of the ring of fabric and close the gap between us.

As I fist his tie, he straightens out, running his hands up his thighs. I pull upwards on the tie, causing him to lift his head, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows the air he took in. He brandishes a toothy grin, clearly liking where this was going. “I’m not waiting,” I tell him lowly. I jerk the tie one more time before swinging a leg over his lap and taking a seat. My heart was pounding against my chest; this was taking all the courage to execute this, alcohol surely helping along with this. I roll my wrist, wrapping his tie around my hand and pull to lessen the distance between us even more, to which he grunts in response. I capture his lips with mine, grinding my pelvis into him while he moans into my mouth. I take the opportunity to tackle his tongue with mine, once again savoring his taste. His hands find my sides, fingers digging deep into me as he manipulates my hips into a swivel on top of his erection.

“Fuck, Sid,” he moans against my mouth. “I don’t know what’s gotten into you, but I like this side of you.” I giggle in reply, continuously rubbing up against him still. He brings a hand to the back of my head, grabbing a fist full of my hair and yanking my head back again. He nips my jaw, licking a trail over to my ear and latches his teeth onto my lobe, growling. “I wanna fuck you so bad,” he whispers. His breath tickles me, bringing goosebumps to the surface of my skin—his words strike me, coursing through my center and causing more wetness to pool in my underwear. “Then do it,” I demand as I stand up abruptly, removing my thong and flinging it at him. Surprise flashes across his features momentarily while he instinctively catches my panties before they collided with his face. Smirking with hunger in his eye, he curls a finger, beckoning me to come back. He stands to drop his pants as I obey and return to him—I put a hand on his chest and guide him back onto the chair. I go back to my original position over his lap, hovering over his cock since he was blocking me from sitting on it. He takes hold of himself, running the tip through my folds to coat himself with my slick. He teases me as he does so, tapping his head against my clit and causing me to buck my hips towards him. He takes advantage of that, replacing his cock with the pad of his thumb and rubbing against me. My head rolls back, hands planted on his shoulders to stay on his lap. I groan, which only causes him to continue his handywork by slipping two fingers inside of me while still massaging my swollen bud. He continuously curls his fingers in such a way that it forces a deep moan out of me. I could feel the pressure begin to build inside me, bubbling up and ready to explode while I rode myself out on his hand. I feel myself begin to clench around his fingers as my climax was about to hit, only to have him abruptly stop and pull his hand away from me.

I whimper, returning my gaze to him as I pant embarrassingly fast. “Billy…” “Oh, is something wrong?” he teases, placing his fingers in his mouth and sucking them clean of my wetness. “I was about to come,” I whine. He chuckles, pulling his fingers out of his mouth. “Congratulations, you now know what edging is." Appalled, I huff, “You’re unbelievable.” “I’m aware,” he winks at me, leaning in to bite my bottom lip. I whine, partly in pleasure of his bite, but mostly in irritation from being denied my orgasm. So, I take it upon myself to pick up where we left off by taking a hold of his cock, giving it a few strokes, which pulls a soft moan from him.

I watch his eyes flutter shut as I lower myself slowly onto his length, adjusting to his girth inside me. I let out a sigh of relief, finally getting what I wanted and loving the way that he felt. I start to rock my hips slowly, relishing in the way his cock stretched me out and stroked against that sweet spot. “Oh, fuck,” Billy moans, opening his eyes to catch my gaze. “So good.” I start to let out a small chuckle, only to be taken over by a gasp as he suddenly tightens his hold on me and stands. Crushing his mouth to mine with one arm around my back and the other hand fisting my hair, he hurriedly carries me to the bed. Tossing me down, he slips the tie over his head and throws it, returning his hands to the top of his button-up. In one swift movement he tears the shirt open, sending buttons flying across the room, promptly whipping it to the floor. Before I’m able to admire his bare chest, he sprawls back on top of me, pawing the cup down from my left breast to expose my now-pert nipple and takes it into his mouth. I gasp, arching my back, pushing my chest closer towards him. “What’s your dad gonna do when he sees you’ve ruined his shirt?" “Who gives a fuck?” He mumbles against me and grazes his teeth against my nipple before tracing it with his tongue.

Fair enough.

While he continues to suck on my breast, he pushes my legs apart to gain access to my sex. Without so much as fumbling, he runs a finger through my middle, landing on my clit. He aggressively rubs the swollen bundle of nerves, making me moan out and buck against his hand involuntarily. I feel his chuckle vibrate through my chest, finding amusement out of what he was making my body do. He takes my nipple between his teeth, devious eyes peering up at me. “You’re so fucking wet,” he mumbles around my breast. I feel my face flush as I bashfully smile down at him, unsure if that was a good thing or bad thing. Judging by the smile that formed on his lips when he released my nipple and slowly brought his face close to mine, I’d say it was a good thing. He plants a quick kiss to my lips before replacing them with his fingers, leaving a trail of my slick in their path. I instinctively lick my lips, taking in the taste of myself—oddly enough, I found it to be quite pleasant. “Good girl,” he growls, slipping his fingers into his mouth and sucking them clean for a second time.

Settling in between my legs, he slowly pushes himself inside me, earning another mewl from me. My legs find their way around his hips, crossing at the ankles and locking him in place, urging him to keep moving. He pulls out slowly, reentering me forcefully. I whimper at the sudden deepness—he smirks down at me and repeats his move; I find myself letting out another squeak. I quickly pull his head towards me, bringing his lips to mine in a heated kiss to stop myself from making these noises. A low groan sounds from his throat as he shoves his tongue into my mouth, exploring and massaging my tongue while his hips start to find a rhythm. I find myself running my hands down his back, feeling his muscles flex beneath my fingertips with each movement he made. I dig my nails into his skin while he keeps thrusting into me, earning a hiss from him.

He retreats, sitting up on his knees, palming my thigh and pushes me onto my side. I roll onto my belly as he grabs my hips and aggressively pulls them back, bringing my ass up against him. Without a warning, he thrusts back inside of me, causing me to cry out while fisting the blankets. He continues to pound into me from behind, striking me in an angle I haven’t experienced before. “Fuck, Billy,” I groan out, relishing in the way his cock continuously struck my g-spot. I move my arm underneath me, running my fingertips across my clit, feeling how wet I was, just like he told me before. I run my middle and ring fingers against myself, edging on the climax I could feel build up. It doesn’t take long before I feel the heat spool up and let go, my walls clenching against his length as my orgasm finally hits. As I let out a string of moans, he relentlessly fucks me, never slowing down as my legs tremble and struggle to keep me from completely collapsing against the mattress. “Billy, oh God—” I whimper out, moving my hands onto his thighs in attempt to push him away as I was becoming overstimulated. “Please, stop, I-I can’t—” Suddenly I’m being pulled back by my hair, flush against his chest. “You can, and you will,” he growls almost animalistically. I had no choice but to take it, his strong arms holding me against him while I writhed against him, my legs still struggling to keep me upright. By the time his thrusts started to slow down, tears were pooling in my eyes and slowly trickling down my cheeks.

His strokes became sloppy, his breath load and coarse behind me, while he pulls my head back and to the side. He plants his mouth on mine, panting through his nose as I feel his load shoot in me. He keeps himself buried in me while he kisses me, coming down from his high.

After a moment or two, he releases my limp body, both of us crashing down on the bed in a sweaty mess. He lays on his side, pulling me to him and wrapping his arm around my back while we both tried to catch our breaths. He leaves a firm kiss on my forehead before lowering his gaze to my face, the tiniest lift in the corners of his mouth in a smile. Noticing the dry trail of tears on my face, he takes the arm that was around me and swipes my cheek with the pad of his thumb tenderly. I nuzzle into his touch, humming peacefully, a small smile forming on my own lips. “Sorry,” he breaks the silence, “I couldn’t contain myself. Are you alright?” His voice was so soft, comforting. “Yeah,” I sigh, craning my neck to place a kiss against his jaw. “Good,” he hums this time, giving me another firm kiss on my forehead. “I love you, Sid.” “I love you too, Billy,” I throw an arm around his side, pulling myself closer to him. “Thank you for being here with me.”

|Chapter 5|

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