#tatum x casey

[txemrn]

Until You Love Me

Chapter 1: We Are the Crowd...

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Casey Valentine); f!MC (Casey Valentine) x f!OC (Tatum Erikson)

Series Summary: Constantly worried about Ethan's faithfulness, Casey Valentine's paranoia reaches an all-time high when she meets a blast from his past.

Chapter Summary: A celebratory night at Donahue's takes a turn when Casey meets a girl that has caught Ethan's eye

Music Inspo: "Paparazzi" - Kim Dracula

Word Count: ~2500

Rating/Warnings: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only🔞 This miniseries will contain NSFW material (🍋), infidelity, language, discussion and/or depiction of medical situations, gaslighting, mental abuse & illness, suicide, violence, criminal activity; alcohol use

A/N: I am SUPER pumped to be participating in week 1 of @choicesflashfics prompt challenge! I chose prompt #1: “You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.” The prompt will be in bold.

A/N2: This is very much an AU; our main characters will be written OOC; most of these characters and some plot points belong to our friends at Pixelberry. Special thanks to my sweet friends that helped me brainstorm and pre-read various parts of this. This is not beta'd, so please forgive my errors.

~🖤~

Donahue's. The vibrant, neon sign to the well-known dive bar illuminates the otherwise quiet street. The establishment itself rests comfortably in a residential neighborhood a few blocks north of the medical district. A small parking lot was added years ago--not that anyone abides by the yellow fluorescent lines. But even with Donahue's attempting to appear more official, more business-like, everyone reveres it like a second home. A place to relax. A place where people know your name.

He lowkey loves it here; that's the only reason he dared to venture out tonight. If Ethan Ramsey had it his way, he would much rather stay in on a Sunday evening, enjoying a finger of scotch with the Patriots on mute and his nose in a historical prose.

But lucky for me, not tonight. 

Tonight is Midnight Madness, a rite of passage among med school graduates and residents where we celebrate a turning of the page, so-to-speak, as we all take the next big step in our medical careers. For my Edenbrook friends and I, gone are the days of being the scut of the hospital, the runts, the bottom of the healthcare food chain. Residency is over, and Monday morning brings private practice, fellowships, and new research. It’s one last time for celebration.

So, of course, I naturally want Ethan here with me. 

As I step out of the car, he walks ahead of me. He's due for a haircut, but I secretly love watching his dark waves gently bounce on the collar of his shirt. He's wearing one of my favorites: a pinstripe Hilfiger button-down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, the musculature of his defined forearms on display. His pressed khaki chinos accentuate his well-rounded, well-toned backside, and I must admit: my eyes fail to look away from the beautiful spectacle.

Well, that is until I nearly collided with the front door to the sports bar. 

He didn't hold it open for me. 

And my heart sinks.

As I slip inside, Reggie, the bar owner, nods my direction, giving me a kind, sympathetic smile. 

Did he see that, too? 

He fixes my favorite drink – a cherry vodka sour – and slides the glass tumbler in front of my usual stool at the bar. I slink into my seat. Sipping through a straw, I casually glance around the large, open-concept room, looking for my Ethan. 

Where did he go?

The room is dark with warm ambient lighting from stage lights, disco balls and multicolored lamps. There's a subtle haze of smoke as bar patrons sway to the heavy pulse of the music.

The bass is hypnotic, and I feel the energy thrumming in my veins as I sip on my cocktail, surveying the room.

There he is; there's my handsome man. 

But I feel the joy drain out of my face instantly. 

He's talking to a tall, curvy blonde at a bar-top table near the jukebox. Who is she? She's wearing a silk, black camisole that lays perfectly across her full assets along with a snug pair of perfectly-tailored skinny jeans that show off her long legs and obviously plump rear.

She's beautiful. Actually… she's stunning. 

Does Ethan even know her? 

Oh God. He just made her laugh. She tosses back her head, her platinum tresses bouncing over her shoulders as she coyly covers her nose and mouth. 

It couldn't have been that funny.

Ethan takes a sip of his own amber drink, no doubt a top shelf. But his eyes remain trained on her.

What the hell is going on right now?

"Would you like another?" Reggie pulls me from the scene unfolding in front of me–and it's a good thing, too. I feel my jealousy building in the pit of my stomach. 

I always worried about other women making moves on my man. But… I never thought I'd have to worry about him reciprocating flirtation.

He wouldn't. I know he wouldn't do that to me. To us.

No. I'm sure there is a logical explanation to Ethan's exchange with this woman. More than likely, this is purely innocent, and I'm just perceiving this all completely wrong.

Although reality is perception…

Shit.

I cordially smile at the bartender, nodding my head. "Better make it a double."

—---

It's been over an hour, and Ethan has barely spoken to me. I already sense the odd looks in my direction as if everyone can sense the awkwardness between us. Damnit, I hate people giving me that look, as if they pity me. What they don’t know is that Ethan and I have a mutual understanding; he’s not into public displays of affection.

Does he have to act like such a prick?

Okay, that’s not fair. I know that’s how I’m perceiving him. He’s not a prick, but I would think he’d at least talk with me. If I had known he was going to be this cold, I would've stayed home.

Being with this man is maddening.

I finish another drink, raising up my finger in Reggie’s direction to order another one. I nonchalantly glance around the room. I can see Ethan lounging outside on a brick patio next to a firepit, sharing cigars with Tobias and Victor, two of his longtime friends and colleagues. He’s smiling, which always makes for a good night for us.

Suddenly I remember the blonde, and my eyes naturally shift to where she was sitting. But, she’s gone.

Did she leave already?

I shrug, turning back to my freshly served beverage.  Keeping my hands in my lap, I lean over the polished bar, capturing the wayward straw first with my tongue, then my mouth.

“So that’s the kind of night you’re aiming for.”

I abruptly twirl around on my stool, following the seductive giggle, and I am met face-to-face with the blonde bombshell Ethan was talking to earlier.

Only now, I am up close and personal, and I swear I am staring at a goddess.  Her skin is like a blanket of sun-kissed velvet. Her golden hair sits like a crown on her head, and her rosy, heart-shaped lips frame her pearly white teeth.

Damnit, she's gorgeous. No wonder Ethan was staring at her…

“Is this seat taken, doll?” She gracefully gestures to the stool next to me, the simple movement seductively mesmerizing. I lock my attention on her, swimming deep in the ocean of her blue eyes. 

I pretend to sip my drink as I motion for her to sit. As she makes herself comfortable, I look around the bar, noticing at least eight other open seats she could've taken.

But she chose to sit next to me…

I bite my lip as she continues talking. "God," she sets her clutch on the bar, crossing her legs. "Espadrilles are supposed to be comfortable, right?" She chuckles. "My toes keep going numb, and I swear my arches are bleeding." As she bends over to adjust her shoe, I'm given the perfect view straight down her slinky shirt.

No bra… Damnit! She saw me looking…

She snickers deviously, a mischievous Cheshire grin stretching across her face as if to pretend she didn't just catch me staring at her tits. "I'm Tatum," she holds out her hand to shake mine. "What's your name, doll?"

"Casey," I say softly.

"Wait," she grabs my arm as a look of surprise etches across her face. "Casey? As in Ethan Ramsey's Casey?"

I curiously look at Tatum, taken aback by her words, and I can feel a smile curling on my lips. "Yeah… yeah, that's me. How… how did you–?"

"I met him earlier! Girl…" she grows conspiratorially quiet, "he's quite the looker." She titters, "you need to keep him on a tighter leash!"

I let out a cordial laugh. Reggie passes by us, raising his eyebrows at me. I grin, nodding that everything is fine.

"But listen," Tatum grabs my hand endearingly. "Before I could even try hitting on him, he told me he was here with the most beautiful woman in the world–"

"Pssh," I hiss. I look down at our hands, lowering my voice. "He did not."

"Did too!" She begins to trace circles across my skin with her thumb. "He said you were waiting up here at the bar for him, and your name was Casey." 

I can feel my cheeks warm. He might be cold towards me tonight, but Ethan Ramsey truly does love me.

"Oh, Tatum," I throw my arms around her shoulders, "I know we just met, but you have managed to make my night a million times better."

She pats my back. "Were you having a bad night?"

I pull back and give her a guilty-look. "No?" I sigh heavily. "Yes? I don't know" I lay my head in my hands.

"What's wrong, doll?" She combs my strawberry-blonde hair behind my ears as her voice turns into a whisper. "Is this about Ethan?"

I timidly nod my head.

"Oh gosh, Casey!" She puts a finger under my chin, lifting my gaze back to hers. "I don't know what has happened with you two in the past, but that gorgeous man loves you." She pauses, watching me. "Is he having trouble showing that to you?"

Is it that obvious?  I nod.

She exhales dramatically as her long eyelashes flutter across her high cheekbones. "Men," she mumbles, shaking her head which causes me to giggle. She catches my gaze… and it feels like–I don't know… she continues. "How's the sex?"

I begin to choke on my drink, covering my shocked expression with my fingers. "Wh–what?"

"The sex?" She wiggles her eyebrows. "Oh c'mon," she snickers, "I bet he's hot in the sack."

I feel a swirl of heat invade my neck and face as I take a long pull from my vodka drink. 

Why would she ask that?

“I see,” she exhales. “Well,” she tilts her head to meet my gaze before taking my hand and settling it into her lap. "Maybe you need to… spice things up." 

She begins to gently caress my hand in hers.  I feel goosebumps ignite across my body, a sudden ache forming deep in my belly as I stare at her full lips.

Wait… no. 

I shake my head as I stand up.

What's happening here?

"I–I'm sorry, Tatum, but I think I gave you the wrong impression. I'm not like that," I grab my purse.

“Casey,” Tatum slips out of her chair, “don’t go. I’ll leave.”  She leans over her barstool, collecting her clutch. As she stands up straight, she brushes her body against mine, her lips a breath away from the shell of my ear. “But if you do want to spice things up,” she whispers, “come find me.”

The rush of my own air escapes my lungs. My toes contort as electricity ignites through my nerves. 

God, she’s so sexy…

This is insane; I just met her! And yet, she... and my body...

What the fuck? 

If I wanted to 'spice things up'… What does that even mean? Does she mean my sex life with Ethan? Or specifically my own personal life?

What has me more curious: how would she spice things up?

I pay my tab, wishing Reggie a good evening.  Ethan is still outside, and I see a table with my old friends, deep in jubilant celebration of Midnight Madness.  I don’t want to interrupt, so sneak past the crowd, quickly retreating to the bathroom.

There she is. 

She’s casually bent over the sink, finger-combing her hair.  As the door shuts behind me, she turns to look at me before raising an eyebrow.

I can feel beads of sweat collecting on my back  My pulse turns into a gallop as I watch Tatum take a step towards me.

And then another.

She slinks past me, reaching for the door to lock the deadbolt.

The silence is driving me crazy; the unspoken anticipation feeds into my arousal. Should it be?  I mean, that’s what this is, right?  Something sexual? I clear my throat.

“So, um… about spicing things up?”  With the clacking of her heels, Tatum slowly approaches me, towering over my petite frame.

God, she–she's just so…

I swallow thickly when she doesn’t respond. “How does this… I mean, how will, um–?”

Tatum begins to laugh, gently cupping my cheek in her hand. “You getting so flustered is one of the cutest things I’ve ever seen.” With her other hand, she rakes her nails through my hair.  

My eyes flutter close, relishing her intimate touch. 

God, it’s been so long.

“Just relax, doll,” she purrs.  

And without warning, she captures my hungry lips, but in a way my body isn’t used to.  It feels soft, sweet… even somewhat innocent, caring, as if she doesn’t want to hurt me.  But the pull of her mouth teases me, coaxing my lips apart as the flick of her tongue sweeps inside to tickle my own.

Oh, this. This is so…

A quiet moan escapes from me as Tatum grabs my hips.  She giggles against my supple pout, continuing to kiss me with fervor. Harder. Faster.

She walks me backwards, pushing my body against the cool brick.  Pulling out of our kiss, she stares into my eyes. There’s an intensity there I’ve never seen, never experienced before in my life. And I’m terrified. And thrilled. And…

Just touch me again…

She gently strokes my flushed cheek with the back of her fingers before caressing my neck.

Then my breasts.

“Are you sure you want to spice things up, doll?” She pants.

I feel my chest rising and falling in pace with her breathing. I’ve never felt so intune with someone in all my life–let alone, a woman. 

My eyes flicker to her beautiful, feral mouth. God, I need it on me…

And with the nod of my head, she unbuttons my jeans before dropping to her knees.

—-----

It's just past 9AM Monday morning, and I'm already on my third cup of coffee. No doubt I'll have jitters later, but after being exhausted in the most heavenly way possible, it's so worth it.

Ethan didn't say anything last night. Or this morning. 

Oh God, was that cheating? 

Shit. I didn't think this through…

But it was with a woman. And I'm not… well, at least I don't think I am…

It doesn't count, right?

But, damn, it was good.

I round through the department, checking on my fresh batch of interns, mulling around, glued to their pocket diagnostics guides.

Oh, to be young again…

As I turn the corner to enter the charting station, I suddenly freeze, recognizing a familiar tall blonde. 

In a white coat.

What the…? Tatum? 

Even under the fluorescent lights, her platinum highlights perfectly shine, her waves bouncing effortless on her shoulders. Her scarlet wrap dress hugs her curves beautifully, and her patent-leather nude pumps show off her toned calves, those thick thighs, and–

Tatum clears her throat.

Shit.

As Tatum goes back to looking at her charts, I slowly saunter up bedside her.

What do I even say? Just be cool…

“Morning, Tatum,” I smile.

She squints her eyes, giving me a cordial smile.

“Uh, hi,” she stutters, her face contorting. “Do I know you?”

~🖤~

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[londondziban]

i'm not sure how unpopular of an opinion this is on Scream tumblr but Stu did not love Tatum. Billy didn't coerce Stu into letting him kill her; Stu wasn't too weak to kill her himself. he knew the plan and specifically told her to go get a beer for him so that Billy could kill her and then proceeded to show no emotion nor remorse about it afterward. yeah, some of their scenes were cute but to deny his actual part in her death because you think they were cute is wild

#can y'all tell i just finished rewatching the first movie #scream #stu macher #tatum riley #billy loomis #casey becker #scream 1996 #scream franchise #stuilly #stu x billy #stu was gay #argue with a wall

[sidney-96]

SCREAM pt 3*

#billy loomis #sidney prescott #randy meeks #gale weathers #dewey riley #tatum riley #casey becker #stu macher #billy loomis x reader #sidney prescott x reader #randy meeks x reader #gale weathers x reader #dewey riley x reader #tatum riley x reader #Casey Becker x reader #stu macher x reader

[tonixe]

"Whats your favorite scary movie?"

n.o.t.e.s - 🌊Randy is seriously underrated, like give him some love <3

w.a.r.n - 🌀 penetration, oral (m receiving) p in v, creampies, non-con to dub-con, protected sex.

p.a.i.r.i.n.g - 🌠Randy Meeks x Ghostface!female reader

w.c. - 1.7k

The phone ranged throughout the Meek's residents. Randy was home alone, the perfect time for you to sneak up on him and ruin his geek logic.

It was the perfect time to use your new voice changer to suit your character; it was easier than the boys. It was a more feminine, high-pitched voice, but it was still tangible to hide your identity and gender; it was sexier. It suited your character. Billy and Stu were questioning the change, but you managed to persuade them.

It was the perfect time to at least kill him but in a way that he'll never forget; you were gonna wear black lingerie over the already black cloak, and the mask would be better soak in his dork blood.

You hid a hunting knife to a butcher knife inside your cloak, turning on your voice changer.

As the phone ranged, you saw Randy pick it up, muttering a "Hello?"

"Hello, handsome!" you said seductively through the line as you saw him puzzled by the simple that came out of your mouth.

"Who's this?" Randy asked curiosity evident in his voice.

"Your secret admirer," you said, as you played with the phone cord, "My secret admirer?" he repeated your sentence.

"Your more handsome than you think, baby~."

"Is this a prank, Stu," he dismissed whatever you said as you saw him got angry through the window from his stance.

"I'm not Stu, darling."

"I swear to god Stu, if this a fucking prank, I swear"

"IM NOT FUCKING, STU DUMBASS," you yelled through the phone, "I'm more than that, Randy."

"Whatever, I'm just gonna hang up the phone-"

"Hang up the phone, and I'll slice your throat open just like fucking Casey."

"Wanna play a game?"

"Do I even have a choice?" Randy muttered

"You don't, baby~" it was amusing seeing Randy in fear; it made you feel arousal.

"I'll make the genre about Horror movies, since your such a horror geek"

"Question 1, What is Danny's nickname in the shinning?"

"It's Tony"

"Wow, You really do know your stuff."

"Question 2, In Sleepaway Camp, What was Angela original name?"

"Peter"

"Oh my, I can see why they can you such a geek," you giggled,

"Okay, Last Question Mister, Where am I?"

"Wait what?" you heard the fear evident in his voice, "Where am I Randy~"

"How the fuck did you know my name?" he asked as you saw him looking around him and in the rooms.

"Answer the fucking question, Randy."

"I don't know where you are, psycho. Whatever it is, I'm calling the police"

"They will never make it in time, babe."

That was the last time you said before hanging up the phone. You pulled down the generator, cutting off all the light sources in his house. It was an eerily sight; you saw his face plastered with fear.

The perfect opportunity to kill; everywhere was dark, pitched black.

You grabbed your knife, doubled, wheeling both of your weapons, walking down the hallway; it was obvious that your little Randy was hiding.

You walked into the living room, wheeling your knifes in a circular motion. "Come on, Randy~."

"Where are you?" you spoke through your voice changer; turning your body around, you heard his heavy breathing. Stepping forward near where he was.

"I found you, Randy~," you said, throwing one of your blades at Randy before he dodged it and started running off. You pulled off the thrown knife that landed in the wall, forceful with your leg.

"Come on, Randy. I don't like to play with my toys before killing them~" you cooed out. You followed him upstairs, quickly looking around at the surrounding before destroying some doors.

"Come on, Randy. I don't wanna fuck around, just come out and fight like fucking man," you yelled, your voice getting erratic by the second. You started chopping down the doors, turning around before your lungs were contradicted from oxygen, as you turned your head around to see Randy; he was close to unmasking you before kicking him in the knee, taking him by surprise, and then kicking him in the face.

Successfully getting him on the floor, straddling him with your legs, before swinging your knife at him, before he dodged your violent strikes, kneeing you right in the abdomen, making you fall on the floor, dropping your weapons.

Holding your abdomen, groaning in pain. "Y-you bastard" Before you regain your balance, He pins your arms on the floor.

His heavy breathing on your cheek, you straddled him between your legs, trying to get him off you. "I-i'm going to fucking kill you," you barked at him.

"Not when your in fucking jail," he yelled out.

"Like hell," you manage to knee him, picking up your weapons and straddling him forcefully, "Im going to make sure you'll have a horrible death, putting up your guts like Christmas lights, bitch" holding up your knife over your head.

Before you could, you felt something hard on your nether regions. You were taken back and lowered your weapons. "You're getting hard off of this you sick bastard," you said with a smile in your voice.

He didn't respond to your teasing; you saw a faint blush on your cheeks.

You hooked your weapon back on in your cloak. "If you do a favor for me, I'll keep you alive," you lean in, whispering into his ear, grinding down on him.

He remained silent, the tension between you both growing by the second before he hesitantly shook his head.

"Good Boy~" you cooed at him

You slide back, pulling down his pants, getting a glimpse of his hard cock and wet stain staining his briefs. "You really did get hard off of this" you teased.

His face was red, pure red.

Before pulling down his briefs, his length sprang up, his precum dripping down his shaft. He was medium size, not average though, but overwhelming big.

"I wasn't expecting this from a virgin, big though~," you said, cocking your head to the side getting a glance at his red face and whimpering.

"Close your eye, Randy, don't peek. You don't want me to kill Ran" Your comment seemed to bring him back, as he immediately closed his eyes from the threat before you wrapped a blindfold on his face.

You took off your mask, laying it on the side. Combing back your hair with your fingers. Jerking him down and up, his whimpering coming out of his lips. The pace of your hand was unbearably slow as more whimpers and moaning came out of his lips.

More precum was drooling out from his length before you started playfully licking the tip of his cock. Sucking on the tip, swirling your tongue around it.

Before you took him inside your mouth, swirling around before bobbing up an down on his cock, holding his hips down.

"F-fuck" he moaned out.

You forced yourself down, gagging on his length. Your eye is watering before withdrawing. Your saliva connected to the tip of his length before unbuttoning the top of your cloak, unclasping the top of your bra.

Putting your boobs between his length, holding both sides of your tits, lapping at his length, sucking down on him, before jerking him off with your tits. You glanced up from him, and through your eyelashes, you saw him gripping the carpet, the feeling between your legs pulsing.

His legs were trembling, and you felt his cock twitching inside your mouth before you felt hot, salty liquid flowing into your mouth, before swallowing down his cum.

As Randy groaned out from his orgasm. You still felt his length still hard after his orgasm. "God, your still hard?" you smiled.

You took off your panties, positioning yourself over him as you sink onto his length. As his cock split you open, Randy groaned from tightening cunt.

You placed your hand on his shoulders, riding down on him, as you rocked your hips on his. You bit down on your lips, hiding your moans from being audible. Leaning down on holding his shoulders, biting on his neck, your bites blossoming into fresh love bites.

"D-damn," he groaned.

"You feel better when you are inside of me," you purred; you felt his hand around your hips, and your hips and his collided as he plunged his dick inside you.

As his pace turned erratically, feeling his balls slapping onto your ass as he thrust in, as you broke out from biting your lips as your moan ranged out. Feeling twitching inside you, you felt your orgasm near, his hands gripping onto your hips, forcefully thrusting inside you.

You felt warm liquid pouring into you as your sense of relief washed over you, seeing white.

His groaning and your moaning came in sync, as you took out his limp length from you, his cum escaping from your cunt. "God, you did well" you cooed, as you put on your panties back on.

Buttoning on your cloak, wearing back your mask, Crouching down to his level, "I guess you broke a rule; you had sex~" you smiled as you took off his blindfold from him; his face was still fully red; you got up and broke the window jumping out of the house, giving him a wave.

Randy's face was still red, as he just thought what he just did.

Walking down the school hallway wearing your backpack, going to the area where your friend's group was, near the lockers. "Wassup guys," you said gleefully.

You saw Billy glaring at you, maybe because you went off the plan; Stu was busy flirting with Tatum. You glance to the side, seeing Randy plastered with a smile, "Whatcha smile for Ran?" you ask, cocking your head.

"Did you finally get a girlfriend~" you teased, pointing at him.

"Kind of" He rubbed the back of his neck; after he said, everyone got silent just staring at him. "Randy got a girlfriend; how much did you pay her" Stu teased.

"Nothing, dipshit," Randy snapped, getting a laugh from Stu. "I'm surprised you got someone, Randy," Tatum said with a surprised face.

"Surprised as to what he does in his free time," Billy muttered, earning him a nudge from his girlfriend, Sidney.

There was tension in the air as you broke the ice, "Well, it's good that Randy is finally being a man," you said as you ruffled his hair. You glance to see him with a red hue on his face. I guess he still remembers that night.

#randy meeks #randy meeks x reader #randy meeks x y/n #scream #scream 1996 #stu macher #billy loomis #sidney prescott #tatum riley #randy meek imagines #randy meeks x fem!reader #casey becker #scream 1 #scream movie #scream franchise #randy meeks x you

[bisexualmultifandommess]

It’s my favourite slasher movie villain!!

STU MACHER!!!

This man is bisexual but if you ask him the only person he’s attracted to is Billy. Like that man was literally like “hey I’m going to kill a bunch of people you in?” and Stu was like “oh absolutely” so he’s got it bad for Billy.

He obviously felt attracted to Casey and Tatum since he dated them and he thought Sid was attractive too.

He has a preference towards men. He likes women too but he definitely prefers to date men but doesn’t really reveal it to anyone but Billy.

He got pretty jealous about Billy dating Sid even if after a while it was a ruse. What he didn’t know was that Billy himself got jealous over Stu and Tatum.

Him and Billy kept their relationship a secret.

I think he would’ve also felt a little bit of attraction towards Randy. He thought he was ridiculous and made fun of him at time and was perfectly willing to frame him later on but he found him cute too.

Billy and Stu would’ve been murder boyfriends if they’d survived and won.

He likes to be called affectionate terms in secret and the first time Billy actually called him a term of endearment he was ecstatic. It was after they’d killed Casey and both were a little hyper after it and Billy referred to him as baby. Stu didn’t bring it up because he knew it would annoy Billy but he was really happy.

He’s the only one who really understands Billy even if there’s some things he didn’t know either.

#I love stu #just love fictional villains #obviously don’t condone his actions tho lmaoo #just to be clear lol #scream #scream 1996 #stu macher #billy loomis #randy meeks #sidney prescott #casey becker #tatum riley #stuilly #stu x billy #billy x stu #pride #pride month #happy pride 🌈 #lgbt #lgbtqa

[v-era-18]

Red Licorice

Chapter Five: Black Sheep

“Wanna try some of my Red Licorice?” - Billy Loomis

5

Five Years Ago:

Woodsboro, California, October 31st 1991

The classroom was buzzing with young teens' voices as the clock was ticking overhead, chatter about costumes and candy were the topics in each group. Shaking down houses was the priority for tonight, Halloween was here; the second anticipated holiday next to Christmas.

(Y/n) laid her aching head down on her desk, it was too warm in the classroom, not to mention it strained her throat in order to speak. She had a bad feeling her state would put a dent to her friends plans for tonight, they had been planning for Halloween since the beginning of school. Stu had insisted they needed a plan to hit the best houses with the good candy before the others, as well as planning their rides ahead of time so they wouldn't be late. Mrs. Matcher had promised to drive them, only if her son promised to keep his room clean for the rest of the month; Stu had exceeded his promise, that room had never looked cleaner.

“(Y/n)?!” The girl jolted in her seat, blurry eyes focusing on the lanky male standing next to her. Stus lips were in a frustrated pout, cheeks pink as he fiddled with the loose threads of his striped long shelves. “Were you even listening? You don't think my Freddy Kruger costume will be that boring will it?”

“N-no! It’ll be cool Stu-Stu I know it,” the girl laid her head back down on the cool desk, taking in the way her best friend's smile widened. His mood always improved when she called him by his nickname, it was a funny joke behind it that many people wouldn’t understand. Just the two of them. “You might scare some of the little kids though.”

Matcher snickered, “That's the point! I got my dad to get me the really realistic looking mask so all the princesses would wet their panties when they see me!”

“What if I was a princess? Would you want me to pee myself?”

The boy made a face in response,“No! What kind of question is that? You know you're not like the rest!”

The girl smiled, her heart thumping, “Boy…like the rest huh?”

“Yeah,” Stu softened his tone, “You’re way better,” His eyes traveled around her face before his brows relaxed “-your like home.”

“Home?”

“Yeah. Home.”

A sound erupted on the other side of them catching their attention, Billy made a face, clearly disgusted or annoyed with the situation. In the class Loomis sat on the girls' left side, it was a good partnership for assignments as well as a friendship. His cheeks were slightly peppered with freckles-nearly invisible to the naked eyes. His hair was cut short , messy yet soft looking as it frayed up in different angles, Billy hated brushing his hair. A bandage sat beneath his left eye while sporting a busted lip; he had fallen off his bike a day ago trying to be on time for school, falling face first on the pavement.

“Excuse me while I get fucking sick over here,”

Stu sent a sly middle finger back at his friend, a smirk playing on his lips, “You're just jealous cause she agreed to be Micheal instead of Jason like you wanted.”

Billy huffed, “It makes sense for her to be Jason! She loves wearing overalls! All she needed to do was walk around with the mask and a fake machete.” This was the argument last month when the three of them were planning out their Slasher costumes. Of course Stu wanted to be Freddy whereas Billy wanted to be Dr Lector-I know right? Who would’ve guessed? The boys thought she would be perfect for Jason, the hockey mask would go great with her two little Afro puffs on each side.

But she didn’t want to be Jason. She wanted to be Micheal.

“If I'm gonna wear my overalls, I might well be Chucky-” A wet hard cough cut through the girl's statement. She proceeded to hack into her arm, each rack of the sound being made through her body causing her head to pound. She was able to stop-but her throat was practically throbbing.

There were concerned glances between the two boys, Stu had crouched down to the girls face trying to get a better view of her state-whereas Billy leaned back in his seat mind already made up. The girl had been coughing all day in their classes, not to mention her grimaces each time she swallowed. Loomis could only guess that it was possibly a cold; it was unfortunate she caught it on Halloween, but her health matters more.

“Are you alright (Y/n)?” Stu whispered softly, it was as if he wasn’t trying to hurt her ears, “A-are you gonna make it for tonight-“

“Of course just give me-“ Another cough racked through her being, much harder than before. Stu rubbed the girls back gently ignoring the looks from the other boys in the class. Normally he would let their stares get to him, but when it came to (Y/n) he couldn't seem to care. “J-just give me a few hours. We still have enough time, we start at seven, remember?”

Billy clicked his tongue, “You don’t sound alright. I hope you know we won’t be mad if you can’t make it, there’s always next year-“

“No-“ Another cough, “This is my favorite time of year-and we’ve been planning this night since school started!”

The two boys looked at each other having a silent conversation, it would be hard to convince her that they were okay with not doing Halloween this year. They were a trio, they wouldn't celebrate halloween without their best friend, there were other things they could do other than trick or treating. Sure, they had worked this hard to get here, but it wouldn't be the same.

Billy sighed, playing with his busted lip lightly, “Listen final girl, there's other things we can do tonight other than trick or treating. It's gonna be cold outside and make your fever even worse-,”

“So you guys are going to ditch me like Casey did too?!”

The boys froze looking at her for a moment, the words sunk in for the Loomis boy first causing a deep frown to take over his features. They knew the blonde was one of (Y/n)’s longest friends besides them, so naturally they refrained from getting jealous as much as possible. They're both girls, it was healthy for their friend to have another of the same gender or sex to be able to relate on specific things they couldn't.

However they weren't aware that she had ditched her recently. Did something happen between the two of them? Is that the reason she hasn't mentioned her as much recently?

Stu tried to step forward only for the bell to ring. The class erupted in cheers as they raced outside to the buses, a familiar afro haired girl following not too far behind. She did look back at them however with a frim glare, “We’re going trick or treating this evening.”

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“You're not going trick or treating this evening,” Aunt Gia stated firmly. She removed the thermometer from the girl's lips before changing the warm wet rag to a cold one to keep the fever down. “I've already called Mrs. Matcher a few minutes ago-”

“No auntie please! Me, Stu, and Billy have planned for months-” The girl cut off with another cough before laying back down on the sofa. She felt defeated at this point, she tried so hard to find ways to stay as fit as a fiddle the whole month but still caught a cold. (Y/n) blamed her fellow classmates for the lack of hygiene they all displayed; sneezing into the air, rubbing snot on the desks before the next class, and simply refusing to stay home when having any illness in the book.

‘ Great, first Casey decides to spend Halloween with her cheer group instead of me and now I can't even spend Halloween with my other two best friends.’

A sniff cut through the living room gaining the older woman's attention. She frowned seeing her niece's tear streaked face, but she really didn't have a choice. She wasn't going to let her go out with a cold as severe as that one. Gia wished Casey didn't bail on (Y/n) the way she did this year, this summer she was so excited to spend Halloween with her only to be disappointed when she heard about the princess halloween party she would be attending.

“Sorry (Y/n), but everyone on the team already decided what we're doing,” Caseys voice rang out from behind (Y/n)’s bedroom door, “I'm going to Aurora, since Tatum insisted she be Cinderella. Isn't that great!”

No it wasn't.

With a huff Gia looked through the selection of horror movies on the top shelf from (Y/n)’s reach. She had to find new places to hide them each month so the girl wouldn't binge them on school nights while she was at the hospital. Tonight was a Thursday, usually she would have to wait one more night before being able to watch horror movies but she decided it was okay tonight. What else could the girl do anyway other than lay down on the front sofa while she took care of her.

“What are we feeling like watching today (N/n)?” Gia rounded the sofa holding out a bunch of horror films for the girl, she offered her a soft smile, “I did get a few new ones for ya before you got out of school, the BlockBuster had them on sale.”

(Y/n) sniffed again, “What do you got?”

“Uh- Graveyard Shift, IT, Nightmare on ElemStreet, Halloween, Child's Play-”

“Childs Play sounds good.” The girl whispered softly. She swallowed thickly before reaching over to grab the cold glass of water off the coffee table. She would've preferred hot chocolate over this but knowing her aunt she believed orange juice was a better sol;utiuon right now. She would ask for it once she was done with her glass. “Are you going to watch it with me?”

“Of course,” Gia smiled, “Just as long as you promise you won't recite the lines.”

(Y/n) pouted, “ But that's the best part-”

“Uh uh, I'm not watching you spoil it line for line if we're going to watch it together.”

The two got settled into the house the best they could, (Y/n) eventually relaxed against the sofa with a change of pajamas. They were her usual of course, one of her dad’s old sport tees and some lounge shorts. Gia would make comments here and there about the film, and (Y/n) wanted to enjoy them-she really did, but the rawness of her throat begged her not to laugh too often.

The movie would often be interrupted by trick or treaters at the door, it almost clicked like clock work to a point where (Y/n) almost forgot what time it was. Seven thirty; thirty minutes over the time Stu and Billy were supposed to pick her up. A hot bubbling sensation made its way across her cheeks before her eyes swelled with frustration. This was the one holiday she looked forward to each year, and now it was ripped from her grasp just as fast.

Something always happens to me each year on this damn holiday. So I guess it's to be expected.

A part of her hoped Billy and Stu would stop by, Hell, maybe even Casey. The thought of five princesses in their costumes left the girl's heart sinking further. That was right, her best friend ditched her for the cheer squad this year for trick or treating. She didn't know what she was expecting, Casey was always busy with someone else on Halloween.

Blowing a raspberry (Y/n), grabbed another film off the coffee table. Pursing her lips together she decided she wasn't in the mood to see Freddy tonight, but the killer she was supposed to dress up as with her friends.

“Starting another film without me?” Gia asked from the door, a group of kids were eagerly grabbing for the candy in the bowl. A lot of their costumes actually looked really nice. She would have complemented a boy's Chucky costume if he had actually put more effort. Chucky's hair is red, if he was going to leave his hair naturally brown, he should have dressed up as Andy. “What are we watching next?”

“Halloween.” The girl replied shortly, “Since I was going to be Micheal tonight.”

The older woman frowned, “Oh (N/n). I promise they'll always be next year-”

“Why have next year when we can have this year Miss (L/n)?” A voice sounded from the door.

(Y/n) shot up on the couch in shock, her eyes widening in shock at the familiar face of Stu poking his face through the doorway in greeting. She couldn't help but match the elated look on the boy's face, wiping away the tears from before she stumbled over towards him in her fevered state. Stu walked in and quickly caught her in an embrace, a soft squeeze was given before he guided her back over near the couch.

“H-how? Why did you guys-?”

“Sorry it took us a minute to get here,” Billy started, he paused the movie before placing two pumpkin pails filled with candy on the coffee table, “We quickly changed the time from seven to six so we could shake down as many houses as possible before coming here.”

Loomis turned to the girl's mouth agape before giving her an award winning smile, “You didn't think we were gonna leave you alone on Halloween did ya?”

“Would you be upset if I said yes?”

“No,” the boy huffed, flopping on the other end of the sofa, “ I'm just a tad bit disappointed you had no faith in us.”

(Y/n) sent an apologetic glance his way, “It's not that I don't have faith ... .I'm just used to being left behind on Halloween.”

“Lemme guess,” Stu said on the floor, “You thought we were gonna be like Casey with her little posse of whining princesses.”

There was a long string of silence before the girl spoke again, “I'm sorry-”

“Hey. We're here now and that's all that matters,” Loomis smirked, “Now, Stu rewind the movie, we need to watch from the beginning if we want to recite the lines right.”

A groan from the tweens left caught their attention. Aunt Gia and Mrs Macher stood in the archway unimpressed with the sight. It was clear to the group of friends though they were pleased they were enjoying themselves though.

“Looks like I'm kicked from movie night,” Gia said to Mrs Macher, “Care for a drink in the kitchen?”

“Please. If I hear another word from Stu about his Freddy costume being ‘underappreciated’ I'm going to lose my mind,” Stu’s mother laughed.

Stu’s face grew red in agitation, glancing at the masks in his pumpkin pale “None of the adults were scared of me! Not even the old ladies who answered the door.”

“If we're being honest half of them had bad eyesight-”

“Guys!” The girl roughly cut in with a cough, “You can tell me about your costumes later. Let's watch the movie and get sick on candy right now.”

The two boys let out a laugh before obeying the fevered girls wish. The three of them had a ball reciting quotes, talking about the actors as well as how cool the effects were. It was a bit hard to eat the candy here and there but (Y/n) seemed to manage. She scooted closer to Billy and laid her head on his shoulder, snuggling into his side as he stiffened considerably. The boy's face was a light pink and his gaze remained focused on the screen.

“Thank you,” She whispered into his shoulder. At first she thought he didn't hear her from the screams through the speaker, but the boy shifted his eyes from the screen this time-something he never does.

“It was no problem-”

“No I mean it,” (Y/n) swallowed thickly, her eyes lidded halfway due to exhaustion from the fever. “You guys didn't have to come over, but you did. I'm happy I got to spend time with my two favorite boys tonight.”

Stu heard her sand turned his head around excitedly, his heart sporaing, “Your favorite? Were both your favorites?”

The girl nodded, “Yeah I thought that was obvious?”

The boys stared at each other for a long moment, smiles permanent on their faces. Although in their eyes something dangerous and dear say obsessive swirled through. It was as if they were one in the same, wanting-needing the same thing that was their goal when looking at the girl before them.

“I got you two something,” (Y/n) whispered through a yawn, “I thought you would like customized pails instead of the same orange one everyone uses.”

Stu shot up excitedly, “Really? Where are they,final girl?”

“They're in the kitchen on the counter,” The girl giggled.

The two tweens on the couch watched Stu race towards the kitchen leaving from their sight. Billy reached into his now boring pumpkin pail and sorted through his candy pulling out a pack of red licorice. The boy fiddled around with the rapper trying his best not to jostle the girl beside him as she focused on the movie ahead. Micheal was currently creating a bloodbath with Laurie's step parents.

“Wanna try some of my red licorice?” Billy whispered in the girl's ear.

(Y/n) looked at the candy the boy held out to her in interest, “What does it taste like?”

“Sweet revenge.” He smiled.

With a laugh the girl took the candy and took a large bite. Surprisingly she found the treat sweet and different. The texture was chewy and she was glad it was longer in length to enjoy. Upon finishing up the treat she found herself looking back up at the boy with a smile. Her smile was returned awkwardly, light freckles disappearing within his red hue.

“Well?” He asked

“Hmm,” (Y/n) hummed, “I guess it does taste like revenge. The question is..who is the revenge for?”

Billy snorted, “Who is it for?”

“Yeah. If the revenge is going to be there it needs to be justified,” The girl said. Stu came back into the room just in time to tune into the conversation. In his hands were two black painted pumpkin pails with the names ‘Stu Stu’ and ‘Billy Boo’ on the back of them. It really warmed the boy's heart that she even went out of her way to put their favorite candy in the pails.“You can't just have revenge on someone out of nowhere. Think about how it'll affect you, your future, as well as the ones you care about. And the most important thing….how will you get away with it?”

“Easy!” Stu chimed sitting on the girls other side of the sofa, “You find someone to frame! It might take awhile to observe and see who their enemies are but eventually you'll find someone with a vendetta.”

(Y/n) smiled at him, “That's my Stu Stu.”

Stu sputtered in shock, looking from the girl back to Billy. The other boy glared at Stu in jealousy, not understanding how he was getting most of the attention. In response Macher decided to match his stare only his had more of an edge to it-insanity.

It was a good thing that Mrs Macher decided to come into the living room at that very moment.

“Alright boys, time to go home! We need to make sure that (Y/n) gets proper rest so she can start feeling better.”

Stu pouted his lip slightly, “We can't stay a few more minutes?”

His mother shook her head at him, “A few more minutes will turn into an hour then the next thing you know you'll be asking to stay the night. Plus we have to drop off Billy at his house. We don't want to worry his parents now do we?”

“No…”

“That's what I thought. Now let's get going before it gets colder.”

The boys turned to their friend sadly. Although they were able to spend Halloween together this year they weren't ready for the fun to end just yet. We wanted more time. They needed more time together. They don't know if they were going to have many more moments like this with each other as much once they grew up. Especially what will happen once they reach High School.

Almost as if (Y/n) could read the boys' minds she sent them a reassuring smile. She even took it upon herself to take Billy’s hand in hers for extra measure, “We'll have to plan more for next year. This time we'll need a backup plane just in case one of us gets sick. Well be older then so will be more likely to stay longer with one another. Meaning….more horror movies!”

Stu stared at her with unexplained longing, “You promise (N/n)?”

“I promise,” She smiled.

With that the boys had packed up and left the (L/n) residence. They hated to say goodbye to their friend but it was guaranteed they would see her back in school soon. Billy was halfway through the driveway when he stopped and looked to his right spotting a blur of pink and other colorful hues.

Casey had stared at the boy in shock, her halloween bag hung limp at her sides as she seemed to process what she was seeing. The rest of the cheerleaders indeed where dressed up as princesses, one even going so far to have her hair colored red for Ariel instead of a party city wig.

The sight made the boy glower at them, they decided to show up to his friend's house to trick or treat rather than to hang out. The sad part is he knew she was waiting for Casey to come visit her. To check on her to see how she was doing and she candy with her. But that's not what Becker was planning to do, she was having a good time with the dumb wussies she called friends.

The sight made him sick to his stomach.

“What are you doing here?” Casey asked.

“What are you doing here?” Billy mocked, “I take it you're not here to check on (Y/n) after she caught a cold.” That time it was stated as a fact rather than a question.

He watched in satisfaction as the girl's face grew white.

“She's caught a cold?” Becker asked in worry, “Is she alright? She hasn't been walking around has she-”

“She's fine now,” The boy said stiffly, “Me and Stu took good care of her. Something you could never do in her time of need.”

The girl didn't even get a chance to respond before Billy turned and headed towards the Macher car where Stu was watching the whole interaction. A satisfying chill ran down the twos spin as they watched Casey cry to her friends, not even bother to touch the (L/n) residence doorbell.

And although it sounded cold when he said it. He meant every single word.

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Billy opened the door to the Loomis residence with a huff, a content smile was on his face as he looked down at the load of candy he had in his black pumpkin pail (Y/n) had given him. The red licorice wrapper the two had shared was still on top, and the boy couldn't bear to part with it due to the memory it held. Maybe he could place it in the memory box or near one of his pictures-.

The boy froze in place as he heard a shout from his parents bedroom down the hall. Judging by the high pitch scream it was clearly his mother, it sounded angry-pure developed rage than he had ever heard from her before. Sure she got mad at him sometimes and shouted but it was more in a scolding manner, but this-this was unlike any other sound. So without all of his courage lost he made way down the hall to the bedroom door.

“For the love of god, Nancy! Nothing is going on between me and Maureen-”

“Oh really?! Then why was this whore in our house barely clothed?!” Nancy hisses from behind the door, “You're always out at night, conveniently when Niel is away from their home! And you leave me here with your son who I tuck into bed each night-”

“Don't bring Billy into this!” Hank growled low, “If I have made any mistakes-”

She scoffed, “Mistakes? Sleeping with another man's wife and cheating on yours is a mistake-?”

“Yes!” He confessed, “What was I supposed to do? She came on so strongly and you haven't touched me in so long-”

“That's what we talk about together as husband and wife! Not go and give in to a whore who has her legs open for the whole town!”

Hank moved towards the door only for his wife to block him, Billy could see just how intense his father's gaze was through the crack. His face was red, hair deseveld with a faint red lip on his cheek, just seeing the sight made his stomach sink in and his face turn red. Somehow he didn't want to believe it-to believe that his dad would cheat on his mother and give in to another woman-a married one no less.

“Hank,” Mrs. Loomis sobbed, “I can't do this no more…either you tell Mauren that this is the last time or I'm leaving.”

Billy watched his fathers face go white as a ghost, mouth agape. It almost felt as if they were mirroring each other-father and son soaking in the threat before the both of them. His mother wouldn't leave him here would she? His father was at fault, not him.

Hank drew in a breath, “You wouldn't. You love Billy to much-”

“Watch me.” His mother hissed, “I’ll pack up my things and take Billy with me!”

The man scoffed, “With what money? Mine? I'm the one who’s working my ass off to provide for this family, what do you do honestly? Lay around on your fat ass while me and Billy are gone. Who’s to say you haven't done the same thing-”

“Hank, are you serious-?”

“Don't think I’ve forgotten those longing glances you gave to Mr (L/n) before his death years ago -”

“Don’t speak ill of a dead man! Have you lost your damn mind?! ”

“You always spoke so highly of him. About how he was such a good husband and father. About how he always showered his wife in love and affection all over town-”

“Don’t broadcast your insecurities on me about that family, Hank!” The woman's face was red now, her tears spilled over and frustration building. “Billy cares for (Y/n) deeply! Don't speak ill about her parents in this house!”

Hank growled deeply, “He needs to learn that this girl he's spending time with is not going to want to be with him. She's a spitting image of her mother, and their kind don't take kindly to mixing-”

A sharp sound of a closing door stopped the two adults from squabbling. Nancy’s heart stopped, eyes landing on the door cracked a smidge. While the mother felt her heart breaking in two from her son hearing their argument-the father had no other wish but to drink his sorrows away. The words were already said and there was no way of taking them back.

Mrs. Loomis turned towards her husband in fury, “You bastard! Do you understand what you've just done? What you just said?!”

“ I stated nothing but the truth in concerns of his company-”

A sound of a responding smack resounded through the room along with a slam of the door. Nancy rushed down the hallway towards her son's door, her heart beating her ears, a thundering in her chest from the amount of maternal pain she was enduring. Out of all the things she didn't want Billy to hear, it was that. Once upon a time she truly did love her husband with all her heart, still does. But at times he asks herself did she truly know the man she married after all?

She hesitated before letting a soft knock on the door. “Billy? May I come in sweetheart?”

A soft “Yes Ma’am” was heard beyond the door.

Upon entering the room she found her son sitting on the bed with his chin to his knees. His room was a mess from getting ready this afternoon, vhs tapes in a corner along with comic books and sneakers. His pumpkin pail from this evening was sitting on his dresser along with the rest of his costume she slaved away on. She didn't find it a burden to put together his costume, it was well worth it to see the bright smile upon her son's face.

Nancy sat down next to her boy, watching his eyes become watery, “How much did you hear my sweet boy?”

Billy sighed into his knees, “Is it true? Is dad seeing another woman?”

His mother held her breath, tears threatening to come to the surface once more but refined from letting them spill, “I have no proof that he is. But I do have suspicion." She lied.

Nancy didn't want to tell her son about the sight she had seen earlier when coming back from volunteering in town square. They were all over each other on the couch, the woman's clothes tossed around the living room and practically naked once she walked in. To make matters worse it was as if the other wife had no shame. Maureen made it her mission to flaunt her perfect naked tits to the way she displayed the hickeys her Hank left on her body. She felt sick , fueled with jealousy and rage; her husband simply said nothing as well. Putting his dick back up in his pants and helping Mrs. Prescott dress back up as if nothing transpired.

If she hadn't thought about Billy at that moment, the two of them would’ve been chopped up carcasses on the floor.

Her son looked up at her letting a stray tear roll down his cheek, “If we were to leave Dad we wouldn't leave town right? I can't abandon my only two friends here.”

Her breath hitched before drawing her boy into a war. embrace , “Of course not sweetheart, i'll find a way to stay here-for both of us to stay here.”

“And you won’t leave me here with him?”

“No,” Nancy whispered, “Never.”

“You promise?” Billy breathed heavily.

His mother looked up at the ceiling, praying for an angle of some kind to tell her what to do in this situation. To give her the strength to tell her son yes. That his mother would never abandon him in his time of need, in his youth when he needs her the most.

Instead nothing came out of her mouth. Just the mother and son breathing in sync in the room together almost as if they were still one. And Billy Loomis for the first time, understood what it was like to truly have a broken home. With someone to fucking blame.

A woman by the name of Mareen Presscott.

#billy loomis x black reader #billy loomis x reader #stu matcher x black reader #stu matcher x reader #sidney prescott #casey becker #tatum riley #scream movies #scream #Spotify

[splatoween-town]

i dont get how people are actually attracted to billy and stu. not that there's anything wrong with that but. they literally killed people. including both stu's current and ex girlfriends and his ex's boyfriend. billy literally attempted to kill his girlfriend because her mother caused his parent's divorce. the shit they said to sidney during and after the reveal. how is that sppealing. like. come on. i do get the shipping though. more of a tatney shipper myself but this scene was homoerotic as FUCK

#scream #scream 1996 #billy scream #billy loomis #stu scream #stu macher #casey becker #tatum riley #sidney prescott #stuilly #stu x billy #stu macher x billy loomis #billy x stu #billy loomis x stu macher #txt #gif #noodle.txt

[final-girl96]

Chapter Eighteen

YN

My eyes fluttered open, vision still blurry. I looked around, my eyes moving around to see where I was until I realized I was in a car and it was completely dark besides the lights on the dashboard. I was leaning against someone, their arms wrapped around me. I stiffened when my brain finally caught up that Billy was in the driver's seat and that only meant that Stu was the one I was leaning on. The last thing I remember was sitting on the bathroom floor, my head was pounding like crazy and my head was foggy. I remember laying down and closing my eyes but nothing after that.

I was quick to jerk myself away from Stu and shot across the back seat to the other door. Pressing myself against as much I could. "Whoa! Whoa! Hey, calm down, you're okay." I saw Billy's hands tighten on the wheel, his knuckles turning white. Stu went to reach for me. "Don't touch me!" I yelled. He held up his hands in a surrendering position. "I'm not going to hurt you, yn. You don't need to be so dramatic." I glared at him in disbelief. "Are you fucking joking! You fucking kidnapped me! After you tried killing everyone!"

Stu went to touch me again and I jerked away, pulling my legs to my chest. "Don't fucking touch me!" I could tell he was trying to keep his anger at bay. I've been pushing his buttons for days. Hell, maybe it's been a lot longer than that and he's just now finally snapped. He's still trying to hold back on lashing out at me. He doesn't want to hurt me. That's what he keeps saying, that he's not going to hurt me. But how can I trust that?

"Where are you taking me?" I asked. "Don't fucking worry about it," Billy said in a harsh ton. I shivered trying to pull my legs closer to me to be warmer. "Are you cold?" Stu asked. I didn't answer him. I could barely look at him. "Here. I grabbed the blanket that you keep in my jeep." He leaned up in the front seat and grabbed it. "How about you stretch out. Lay your head in my lap and just rest. It's going to be like another two hours until we get where we're going."

"I'm fine right where I am." I wasn't. I knew I would get cramped if I kept sitting like this. I wasn't going to move closer to him but I did move so I had my feet on the floor but still pressed to the door. I yanked the blanket away from Stu and covered myself up, leaning my head against the window.

I could feel the back of my eyes start to burn as tears forced their way to the surface. I just wanted to go home. And to be completely honest, I want my dad. Just thinking about him getting a call from the police that I was taken by to fucking serial killers was almost too much. It made it worse that he would find out Stu was one of those people. He's always treated Stu as if he was his own and for him to find out he was a murderer and kidnapped his daughter. I needed to get away from them and then find someone that could help and call the police.

"I need to pee," I said, looking between Billy and Stu. Billy looked at me through the rearview mirror. "Fucking hold it." There was so much I wanted to say to him but was too scared to. I looked over at Stu, "Stu, please. I won't run. Hell, I don't even know where we are. It would be fucking stupid for me to run. It's dark and there isn't anything or anyone around us."

"Pull over, man. It's going to be a while until we get there," he told Billy. "Fucking Christ. You better keep an eye on her because if she runs I will catch her and kill her." He pulled the car off on the side of the road. As soon as he did I opened the door and walked around the back of the car and off the shoulder. I made sure to leave the door open and I didn't bother waiting for Stu to get out of the car. With my eyes adjusted to the dark I could see I was in a field. Nothing else was around us so it really wouldn't be worth making a run for it.

"Billy's going to have a conniption if you don't start listening." I turned around to look at Stu and rolled my eyes. "Do you mind?" He sighed and turned around. After I was done peeing I stood back up and buttoned my pants. "Why're you doing this, Stu? This isn't you." He turned around and looked at me.

"But it is me. I've always had that urge to kill. Always wanted to know what it would feel like. And I've always wanted you all to myself," he said, walking closer to me. "You have no idea of the things I want to do to you. Not anything bad like kill you or something. But I want to fuck you six ways to fucking Sunday. Fuck you until you can't fucking walk. Make sure you know who you belong to," he whispered the last part in my ear.

"Let's fucking go!" Billy yelled. Stu went to grab my hand out. I pulled away from him and walked back to the car, getting in the back seat, slamming the door shut. I'd wait wherever we were going to try and run for it. It would probably be a waste of time and energy but I had to try. When Stu got in the back with me I groaned. Looks like I won't be getting any kind of space.

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Sadistic Siblings:

Tag: @the-slasher-madame

Tw: typical slasher gore

It was a typical day in Woodsboro, mundane, boring, and any other synonym you could think of. The weather was perfect, the school maintained its perfect rating and your brother, your dear twin brother was fucking perfect! You sighed heavily as you got dressed in the morning. You slid on a pretty dress and a cardigan.

As you ran down stairs you greeted your father first, as was tradition in you’re average household.

“Morning papa.” You kissed his cheek.

Then you moved over to the stove to greet your mother.

“Morning mama.” Another kiss on the cheek.

And lastly you greeted your brother, who was annoyingly always on time.

“Billy.” You nodded your head towards him.

“Y/N” he nodded back.

“You look lovely today dear, is that the new dress I got you?”

You gave he another nod, not feeling very talkative this morning. But your father frowned.

“I believe your mother asked you a question.”

“Sorry papa, yes mama. Thank you.”

She smiled brightly at you.

“We’ve gotta get going, I’m picking up Sydney before school.”

“Still with the Prescott girl?”

“Yes father.” Billy glared at the back of your old man’s head.

You waved goodbye to your parents as you took your toast to go. You knew you father would complain when you got home but you didn’t much care. You let out a sigh of relief as your brother pulled out of the driveway.

“You aren’t wearing that hideous thing all day are you? Stu will never let you hear the end of it.”

“Of course not.” You scoffed.

You always carried a spare outfit in your backpack. You parents were so traditional they believed women should only wear skirts and dresses not pants. You hopped into the back of the truck and began to change on the floor.

“Really? Do you have to change right there Merc? Gross!” Billy chastised.

“Calm your panties bro, I have my binder on. Besides you act like you’ve never seen tits before.” You joked.

“Yeah, I don’t want to think about my siblings tits fuck you very much.”

You flipped him off from your spot on the floor. You managed to slip into some black ripped skinny jeans, and an old band T-shirt with a flannel you stole from Stu around your waist. You brother had gotten you some boxers he hid in his room when you came out to him as nonbinary.

Of course he always suspected you weren’t a girl. Call it twinitiation. And he had no qualms with it. He didn’t like viewing you as a girl anyways. But of course your parents would throw a fit. You threw of your wig and stuffed everything back into your backpack, before climbing up onto the back seat. Sydney always sat up front but you didn’t mind. There were worse people your brother could be dating.

Billy looked back at you through the rear view mirror and chuckled under his breath.

“How mom and dad haven’t found you out yet with that’s stupid wig, is a miracle.”

“Hey, it’s not my fault they’re stupid, besides, I’m a good liar. We all have a secrets.”

His eyes narrowed dangerously at the road before him at your last sentence. Billy knew all too well about secrets, and he was keeping a big one. Yet somehow he knew your father would be more excepting of his secret than yours. You treated Syd as she hopped into the truck. You didn’t hate her, but you didn’t really like her either. There weren’t many people you liked at the school besides Stu and your brother. And of course, your best friend!

As you walked to your usual spot you got a wolf whistle from Stu.

“Damn Merc, looking good! Is that my shirt?”

You were about to answer, but rolled your eyes when Tatum smacked him. They hadn’t been going out long, but she was oddly possessive of him and you hated it. You hardly got time to spend with him anymore.

“Yeah, and you’re not getting it back. Have to pry it from my cold… dead… body!” You joked.

“That could be arranged.” He said darkly.

This time Billy smacked him in the back of the head. Randy was the next to speak.

“Did you hair get even shorter?”

“Yeah, my father called me his ‘pretty girl’ last night when we presented report cards. Almost threw up in my mouth. Had to fix that.”

You spun to show off you work. It was haphazard and choppy but it fit you grunge “I don’t give a fuck aesthetic.”

“Looks nice.” Tate said, pretending to be nice.

She assumed you were trying to steal her boyfriend, but you knew she should be looking at your brother for that. They weren’t as desecrate as they thought they were when your father and step mother were out of town. Stu didn’t know the definition of being quiet. The hair on the back of your neck stood up when somebody ruffled your hair. You reached out to catch their hand in your grip.

“Jesus Merc, it’s just me.” I exclaimed.

Your tight grip hurting the delicate skin of my wrist.

“What the fuck Fang, what have I told you about sneaking up on people?”

I bowed my head. “That’s it’s not polite… which is precisely why I do it. Wanna go scare Misses Wexler in math?”

You rolled your eyes at me.

“What did you fucking feed them Stu?” Randy asked.

I was practically bouncing of the walls. It wasn’t unusual but today in particular I couldn’t sit still. And I wanted to get away from the group and hang, just the two of us.

“Randy, I’m their brother, not their keeper.” He turned his attention to me. “Did you steal my energy drink from the fridge?”

I bounced on my tippy toes nodding frantically.

“And I got into your old Halloween Candy stash.”

Both Syd and Tate made a noise of disgust.

“Forgot about that shit, why the fuck did you eat it? You’re gonna get a all sick and shit.”

“Gotta live life on the edge Broski! I live for danger! ONWARDS TO MATH!” I screamed, dragging you down the hall with me.

“You’re sibling is on crack.” I heard Billy mutter to Stu.

As I pulled you down the hall, I abruptly pulled us into the boys bathroom. One of the boys turned to look at us with his dick still in his hand. I slowly looked down at it, then back up at him. You covered your eyes at least trying to give him privacy and hissed at me under your breath.

“We’ll at least you’ve got a pretty face, cause your LITTLE buddy ain’t doing nothing for y’a.” I joked.

I was know not to have much of a filter. It wasn’t that I couldn’t be nice, I just told things how they were. And I swore this boy was about to cry. He quickly zipped up his pants and left without washing his hands.

“Gross.” You muttered. “So what’s with the bathroom emergency?”

I stared looking around the room mindlessly.

“Fang!”

You grabbed my attention.

“Right sorry. I’m got another one of those vibes.” I started to explain.

“Like when my mom left?”

I nodded my head.

“But not as sad. More of a scary vibe. Like when something really bad happens to a lot of people.”

“Jesus.” You sighed, raking a hand through your hair.

“Haircut?” I asked.

“Haircut.” You deadpanned. “Anything more specific?”

“Not how it works I’m afraid. If my dreams were more specific don’t you think I would have found a way to make money of this freaky shit by now?”

You sighed heavily.

“All I can tell you is it’s gonna happen to someone we know. And it’s gonna hurt, I felt it. Woke up with blood on my shirt and shit. When Stu asked I just told him I got a bloody nose from looking at-“

“Ok I get it. You know for someone who’s asexual you sure like to make people think you’re getting some all the time.”

“Gotta be in demand. Have that just put off reach vibe”. I winked.

You rolled your eyes.

“Thanks for letting me know.”

I saw the furrow in your brow and frowned. “Don’t worry, it’s not you.”

“But you said-“

“I know I said they aren’t specific, but trust me, if I thought my bestie was in trouble, I’d figure out a way to make it specific. I would have felt more of it was more personal. Must be a friend of a friend or some shit.”

“Come on let’s get to class so we can put thumbtacks on Wexler’s seat!”

I gave you a high-five. School went by quickly that day. You didn’t feel like changing back into your parent proof attire. So we lied to your parents, saying we had a school project and you’d just spend the night. Told them it would take all weekend Stu would drive us to school on Monday. He always played nice in front of the parents so they trusted him.

You were on the floor, playing with one of my many switchblades and listening to the music we had playing. I was hanging off the bed upside down, playing with my curls. Then I suddenly had an idea.

“We should dye my hair!”

“Ok, no more exprired Halloween candy for you buddy. Gonna have to cut you off.”

“Ugh you’re not fun, live a little my non gendered amigo! I think Tate left her bleach in the bathroom.”

“Wait, that’s not her natural colour?”

“No, have you seen her roots? She wants to give off that dumb blood vibe so my brother thinks she’s hot. I think she’s trying to hard. Now come on, please?”

“Fine, we’ll head to the store get some snacks and pick up a new horror movie from Randy, then we’ll dye your hair.”

“Yay! You’re the best!”

Oddly enough, we ran into our siblings at the video store that day.

"Billy, what are you doing here?" You asked.

Billy turned to look at you but stopped when his eyes landed on me.

"Why the fuck does Stu Jr. look like a fucking tomato?" He questioned back.

"Well hello to you Mr I have zero sense of fashion. Explain to me again why every girl in school seems to want to hop on your dick?"

My brother broke out into a full-on cackle. He reached out to ruffle my fresh, red hair and leaned his elbow on top of my head. I was not gifted with his height, nor his charm.

"You know mom's totally gonna kill you right?" He asked.

"I'd like to see her try. Her mistake for pushing me out of her vagina, I didn't ask for this shit."

Billy rolled his eyes at my vulgarity. My brother was capable of having a filter at home, but we all grew used to him spewing his every thought around us. But I had given up on seeming "presentable" ages ago. Life was too short to give a fuck about what other people thought.

"Yout think it looks good, right Merc?" I asked.

You nodded your head. "Well I spent two hours son that shit, so I better like it as much as you do."

"That would explain the stains on your hands then." Billy chimed in.

You looked down at your hands, seeing the faint sheen of red around your nail beds. You fidgeted with your hands a little, suddenly uncomfortable under your brother's scrutinising gaze. It always seemed like you were never good enough for him. Despite how much he obviously loved you, sometimes he had a hard time showing it.

"You know you never answered their question Billy boy!" I cut in.

His gaze was back on me now, full annoyance in his eyes. I smirked up at him, shrugging Stu's elbow off my head finally.

"Obviously we're getting a movie."

"No shit, what movie dipfuck?"

"That's not even a word."

"And you're not even remotely convincing me that you actually came here to get a movie. You hate hanging out around Randy when it's not necessary. What's your angle here?"

"Your brother wants to watch some dumb horror movie. Considering he's my best friend I'm trying to be nice."

"Have you checked out Urban Legend yet? It's a little cringe but the twist and fun and the kills are decent." You chimed in.

"I knew there was a reason we kept you around Merc. Thanks for the suggestion. Come on Billy, we have a horror movie to watch."

I raised a brow at my brother's suspicious tone. I wasn't great at reading most people, but my brother wasn't like most people. We watched as they walked off into the horror section of the video store. I turned my attention back to you and pointed over to where Randy was failing to flirt with some poor girl checking out a RomCom.

"Wanna scare her away?" I prompted.

"Naw, I think he's doing a pretty good job of that on his own. Let's just grab The Elephant Man and get out of here. I wanna relax in the comfort of my home away from home."

I smiled up at you. It made me happy you liked hanging out at my place so much. You followed after the boys to the horror sections dn I waited over by Randy.

"You know he has headlice right?" I mentioned to the girl at the counter. I heard her two friends giggle behind her, and she suddenly shied away from Randy. He sent me a not-so-subtle glare.

"They're lying... They're lying you know!" He yelled after her as she exited the store. "Why?" He asked, sounding sad and pathetic.

"Because I enjoy your pain, Randy. It makes my face do that happy thing."

"Your family is insufferable."

"Tell me about it." I jumped up on the counter and sat down, dangling my legs.

"What are those idiots up to?" He questioned, looking over your way.

He caught your eye and you gave him an enthusiastic wave. It always amazed me how much energy you could have after school.

"Idiot One and Two, I have no idea. They say they're gonna watch some shit, but I've never seen my brother that excited about a movie. And Billy seems extra irritated today, I swear he synced periods with Syd."

Randy laughed at my joke.

"But Merc and I are gonna watch an old classic. Decompress after that stupid quiz today."

"Sounds fun, I'm stuck here until close and you just scared off my only entertainment."

"Please she was just gonna swoon you so you'd take her out and buy her dinner, then she'd run back to her little lackies and spend the whole night talking about how you tried too hard. Stick to girls in your range Romeo, the right one will like you for all of your... Randy-ness."

"Thanks? I'm not sure if that was a compliment or not."

I pat him on the back, offering no condolence. You handed the movie off to him and gave me a weird look. As we parted ways with Randy, we sent one last look over to our brothers who were spending a suspicious amount of time just standing there pretending to look for the movie you recommend.

"Something is definitely up with them right?" You asked a thin layer of worry in your voice.

"Yeah, the two of them totally need to get laid." I joked.

You hit me on the shoulder.

"Right sorry, I don't know what's up. Your brother is just PMSing. He gets like that sometimes. Syd probably ghosted him again and he's just being a little baby. A little bro time will do them some good. Keeps them out of our hair doesn't it?"

You gave an unsatisfied nod.

"Fine, we'll follow them, but we are still watching this movie, I didn't hold an entire conversation with Randy all by myself for you to not watch this shit."

You pulled me into a hug.

"Thank you, you're the best."

"Yeah, yeah. And when we find out Thing One and Thing Two are just sucking each other's dicks behind the bleachers, not only will we both need therapy, but you're gonna owe me."

"What is wrong with you?" You rolled your eyes in disgust at the thought.

"Everything... every fucking thing," I smirked.

I had to admit, my interest was piqued when we followed them to Casey Becker's house.

"Maybe they're all gonna get freaky?" I joked.

"Do you ever think of anything other than sex?" You chastised.

I thought for a moment, and I couldn't really come up with a retort. You pulled me forward, into a bush. We crouched down and watched as our brothers took out a black duffle bag.

"Now you remember what we discussed?" Billy's voice came through the air in a whispered hush tone.

"Yes, Billy. I'm not stupid. This was my idea remember. She's perfect for this."

We remained quiet, not wanting to risk giving away our position. This suddenly seemed way more serious than just spying on our siblings. Something about the way your brother spoke sent shivers down my spine. My own brother seemed way too giddy about whatever they were about to do. They pulled on these costumes, and I thought for a moment they were just pulling some weird prank. It wasn't that out of the ordinary for Stu. But Billy didn't seem the type for high school screamfests.

"Those costumes are kidna sick." You whispered.

I gave you a nod but shushed you as they began talking again. But their voices came out distorted. They pulled out a telephone and seemingly dialled Casey's number.

"We should go, I feel like my brother will tell us about it later. Besides, I really want to watch that movie." I sighed.

I knew Billy would be pissed if he ever discovered we were spying on him. So the less we knew about this silly teenage prank, the better. You rolled your eyes yet agreed that we should leave, the brush was beginning to be a little itchy. Casey's parents must have just sprayed the garden with pesticides.

"What's your favourite scary movie?" we heard as we snuck our way around the back of the house.

I quickly pulled you behind a tree as I heard footsteps approach. One of them was clearly still staking out the front for this prank, but I figured my brother must have gotten bored and wandered off. But the next sound we heard wasn't nearly comical. Everything happened so fast, but it was clear as day that Casey's scream rang through the air.

The faint sound of squelching flesh could be heard from our hiding spot, and I held my hand over your mouth. I could tell you wanted to leave, but I didn't dare let you move. It was different witnessing this stuff first-hand, versus in our scary movies. I slowly dropped my hand and put a finger up to my mouth, but we both knew you wouldn't speak. I pointed toward the back of the house. The clearing was wide open, there was no way we could make a run for it without being seen.

But these were the siblings we were talking about. A little deranged and standoffish. But Everybody loved your brother. And everybody loved to hate mine. You shook your head, begging me not to do what you knew I would. My decisions were never very thought out, but my mind was set on my plan. I would distract them so you could escape.

"Go home, I'll meet you there." I mouthed.

You tried to grab for my hand but I pulled away.

"Go!" I whisper and yelled.

I calmly walked out from behind the tree, pretending like I'd just stumbled upon the scene. Billy wouldn't be stupid enough I believe that, but I was hoping to run into Stu first. My stomach twisted as I saw Casey's boyfriend, gutted on full display on her back porch. I'd give them this, they didn't half-ass this shit. I saw from my spot as you made a break for the road. Whatever happened, at least you'd be safe.

I pushed forward, crouching down beside the body as I watched the lights turn on inside. Poor Casey looked terrified from what I could see. Her body was rigid and from her silhouetted form, I could see how hard she was breathing. I silently prayed she'd make it out of this, but it didn't seem likely.

She didn't know who they were, and I'm sure Billy was banking on this fact. But he was far too paranoid to leave it to chance. Upon further inspection, I could tell this was my brother's work. Dumbass left the knife sticking out of this Jock's forehead. Of course, he'd find some way to make a joke out of this, I don't even know why I was surprised. I pulled the knife from his body and cringed when the blood sprayed on my face. Whether I liked it or not, I was in this now. My fingerprints were on the weapon and I had literal blood on my hands.

I turned in time to see Casey make a run for it out the back door. I could have spoken, grabbed her attention, done literally anything. But I just stood there. I watched as one of them descended upon her in their Ghostface costume and plunged the hunting blade into her sternum. Her scream came out gurgled and I closed my eyes for a second.

When both of them were in sight, I knew it would be safe to try and sneak around through the house. I slipped through the door and made my way to the front. I didn't dare look back. I ran all the way back to the house where I was certain you would be waiting. The knife tucked into the tail of my pants. I didn't want to be unearned if they had spotted me, but boy was I glad they handed. We chose my place because my parents were gone for the week. I'm sure that is why Billy and Stu chose tonight to be their magnum opus.

I hadn't meant to sneak up behind you, but I'd just forgotten to make any sound. I flinched when you squealed, clutching the kitchen knife close to your chest as you turned to me. Your face paled when you saw the blood.

"It's not mine." I quickly clarified. Though of course, that didn't make this situation any better.

"I don't think they saw me. But they aren't going to get away with this."

"If we go to the cops..." Yous started.

"Oh no, we're not gonna do that. How stupid do you think we'll sound if we say our siblings just killed two innocent high school kids. They'll just think it's some dumb prank, or brush it off as a sibling feud. Nobody in their right mind would believe Billy Loomis, town heartthrob and Stu Macher the class clown could be killers. Besides, they'll use the adapter as an alibi. Plus, you, Randy and I saw them pick out tonight's movie. Randy will back them up unintentionally."

"So what do you suggest we do?" You asked.

"We play this to our advantage. They owe us, big time." I smirked.

You raised a bro, questioning my motives.

"My dumbass brother almost got caught leaving this knife behind. So, why don't we use it to send our own message?"

I grabbed some paper from my father's desk and began to write my note. You read it from over my shoulder.

"Remember The Titans, yet one has fallen. A ghost from the past, and one who's calling. A high school romance, that's cutting edge. Tell me, what's blonde, then red and now suddenly dead?"

"I don't understand."

"My brother knows I'll have his back as long as he has my front. This means we will have them wrapped around our fingers until they inevitably get caught on their own. We can get them to do whatever we want."

"You're devious, and disturb, you know that right?"

"And your brother jsut convinced my brother to kill two people, we can't all be perfect now can we?"

I folded up my note and headed up to my brother's room. We went inside and I pinned the note to the inside of his closet door with the knife.

"They'll have to change and clean themselves up when they get here. And we will be watching our movie when they do."

"I hate the way you think sometimes."

"But you love me." I teased.

You rolled your eyes as we made our way back to my room. Despite the trauma of witnessing a real-life murder, we were going to let that ruin our weekend. We sat and watched The Elephant Man until our siblings returned home. Billy and Stu were way over their heads, and if they wanted to avoid getting caught they would need our help. Who better than the self-proclaimed horror experts to help stage the perfect crime? An alibi for an alibi makes the whole town blind.

An: yes I know Billy’s mom left in the original, we’re just gonna say he has a stepmom. Deal with it 😂

#Merc <3 #billy loomis #billy loomis imagine #billy loomis x reader #billy loomis x sibling #stu macher #stu macher imagine #stu macher x reader #stu macher x sibling #slasher #slasher imagine #scream #scream imagine #horror fan #sydney prescott #Randy Meeks #Tatum riley #casey becker

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Until You Love Me

Chapter 3: I'm-a Make You Fall...

🖤 Catch up here!

Pairings: Ethan Ramsey x f!MC (Casey Valentine); f!MC (Casey Valentine) x f!OC (Tatum Erikson)

Series Summary: Constantly worried about Ethan’s faithfulness, Casey Valentine’s paranoia reaches an all-time high when she meets a blast from his past.

Chapter Summary: A grave mistake happens under Tatum's care during her first day at Edenbrook, but was it an accident? Casey overhears a heartbreaking conversation which makes her seek advice from Tatum.

Music Inspo: “Paparazzi” - Kim Dracula

Word Count: 2499 (I am so proud of this number)

Rating/Warnings: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only🔞 This miniseries will contain NSFW material (🍋), infidelity, language, discussion and/or depiction of medical situations (this chapter: depiction of stressful labor), gaslighting, mental abuse & illness, suicide, violence, criminal activity; alcohol use

A/N: I am participating in week 6 of @choicesflashfics prompt challenge! I chose prompt #2: “Look at me and tell me I'm wrong.” The prompt will be in bold.

A/N2: This is very much an AU; our main characters will be written OOC; most of these characters and some plot points belong to our friends at Pixelberry. Special thanks to @ao719 and @neotericthemis for helping me work through some kinks and graciously pre-read various parts of this. This is not beta’d, so please forgive my errors.

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Tucking the last blonde strand into her surgical cap, Tatum takes a step back from the mirror, soaking in her overall appearance.  She inhales slowly before exhaling a large, cleansing breath.

This was it; she was finally hitting the labor and delivery floor at Edenbrook for the first time. Despite her impressive resumé, her twelve years of experience in maternal medicine and nearly three-thousand deliveries to date, she’s nervous. New hospital, new staff, new clientele–not to mention, it’s already been a peculiar introduction to Boston.

She was hired as the Chief of Obstetrics by Dr. Naveen Banerji, the former Chief of Medicine. His vision for the future of the hospital beckoned to her heart to join the team–that and the competitive salary and pension plan.

There was, however, a small snag in this wonderful plan: Ethan Ramsey, her former colleague from Johns Hopkins. And her first love.

But, the end of Ethan and Tatum was close to fifteen years ago; the wounds were old, most of them have even healed. Accidentally running into him wouldn’t be a problem; besides, his department of diagnostics and her unit approach medicine differently. L&D uses its own doctors in specialized maternal-fetal medicine rather than calling for outside help. So although they worked at the same hospital, there really wouldn’t be much reason for Tatum to interact with Ethan.

Imagine her surprise when she attended new employee orientation last week, and Ethan was introduced as the newly appointed Chief of Medicine. Her boss. Tatum tried avoiding him, but the next morning, he brought her coffee. The following day, he insisted on giving her a private tour of her unit. Tatum isn’t exactly looking for a relationship right now, but it is flattering to receive special attention from Ethan.

On her way to the parking lot, she ran into another old colleague from medical school, Dr. Tobias Carrick. After exchanging pleasantries, the tall, smooth-talking diagnostician became serious, lowering his voice. 

“Is there something going on between you and Ramsey?”

“No,” she chuckles, slightly taken aback, "I mean,” she sighs looking around the row of cars before focusing back on her old friend. “We’ve been catching up. That's it.”

“Uh-huh.” He rubs his fingers over his mouth before continuing. “Just… please be careful, Erikson, okay?”

He proceeded to inform Tatum about Ethan’s three-year relationship with Casey Valentine. 

"She's quite protective of him. Sometimes… she takes things too far–"

"'Too far'?" Tatum interrupts, an eyebrow arching with worry.

"Yeah," Tobias looks over his shoulder before stepping closer to Tatum. "The law has even had to get involved–" he holds a finger over his mouth as Tatum's eyes grow wide in shock. "Ethan has had to intervene a few times, but there's only so much he can do, especially when she perceives other women as a threat."

Little did Tatum know, she would not only meet her, but she would also experience more of Casey Valentine than she ever expected. Based on first impressions alone, Casey was friendly and kind; she easily gravitated and opened herself to Tatum.

But, remembering Tobias's warning, Tatum decided to swing by Ethan's office, informing him of her interaction with Casey. He was caught off guard and even slightly disturbed that the women had become so acquainted, but he was appreciative of the information.

A roar of laughter breaks Tatum of her thoughts as a group of nurses break from the early morning huddle. 

Let’s roll.

After being introduced to the staff and receiving patient reports, Tatum makes her own game plan as the attending-on-duty. She carefully watches an over-sized screen that displays every fetal monitor in use, finally zeroing on one.

"Who's the nurse for 501?"

A timid, young woman with ebony hair steps forward.

"Kendra?" Tatum reads her name badge. "I'm Dr. Erikson," she grins, extending her arm for a gentle handshake from the nurse. "So tell me about our patient, Kendra."

Tatum could tell right off the bat Kendra was nervous to be working with a new attending. She's a younger nurse, possibly in her mid-twenties who provides quick answers in the form of a question; but just in their short interaction, the new chief can tell this nurse is intelligent. She just needs an opportunity to learn confidence.

"So," Tatum crosses her arms, "if the patient's induction started yesterday morning, why is she still pregnant today?"

Kendra stumbles as she pulls out her report cheat sheet.  "Um… I think… well, I–"

"Kendra," Tatum smiles. "Take a breath. Start from the beginning." The nurse nods as she wipes her palms against her scrubs. "How are we inducing her?"

"Oxytocin. Using the low-dose protocol."

Tatum nods. "When was the last time that was adjusted?”

The nurse sighs. “Early yesterday evening.”

The attending raises an inquisitive eyebrow. “And she’s dilated to…?”

“Two.”

“Two centimeters,” Tatum repeats dryly. "Is she in labor?"

"Uh… I mean," Kendra looks to her report sheet, "I know she’s uncomfortable–"

Tatum waves her hand to dismiss the answer. "That's not what I asked. I want to know … is she in labor?"

The nurse hangs her head as a blush crawls across her face. "I–I don't think so, Dr. Erikson."

Tatum pushes her tongue into her cheek as she stares at the nurse. "So,  we have wasted a day, making a woman hurt, but have failed to put her into labor"

The nurse stares at the floor, picking at her nails.  "I–I'm sorry," an audible lump forms in her throat, robbing her of her next words.

"Kendra," Tatum whispers kindly, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "This is far from your fault, and even so, I’m not looking to blame someone.  You and I? We just re-evaluated this patient’s care. And we’ve discovered… it didn’t work.  What we’ve been doing for the past day is not going to deliver her. So… I’ll ask again: why is she still pregnant?”

With more assuredness in her stance, Kendra speaks up. “Because we never even got her into labor.”

Tatum nods her head, pleased to hear the nurse putting the puzzle pieces together. “And now, you and I need to figure out the next step. Normally at this point, I would recommend a cesarean. Do you think she needs surgery?”

“No, ma’am. I think she needs to be given an actual opportunity to labor.”

“Okay, then. What should we do next?”

Kendra thinks for a moment. “Check dilation, consider breaking her water… maybe even place internal monitors?” She shrugs. “Oh! And change her position.”

Nodding her head, Tatum offers Kendra a mischievous grin.  She steals the nurse’s original report sheet and rips it up. “C’mon,” she snickers, “let’s go deliver your patient.” 

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A few hours and a couple of deliveries later, Tatum went to check on her laboring patient that was assigned to Kendra.  Before going into the room, she notices that the fetus was starting to show signs of distress. 

Tatum enters the room, relieved to see the nurse was already at the bedside. "We just got an epidural," Kendra reports, "and she's six centimeters."

"That's excellent!" Tatum celebrates, "this baby was just waiting for his Aunt Kendra and Aunt Tatum." Everyone falls into titters as the nurse and provider reposition the somewhat-comfortable patient onto her side.

Glancing around the room, Tatum notices a near-empty IV bag, and with the fetus still having occasional issues, she is concerned with a very common side effect of anesthesia: low blood pressure. "Kendra?" She inquires, "when did you hang this bag?"

Concern etches across Kendra's face. "Before the epidural placement."

"Grab another bag, and let's give her a bolus. I think we might be hypotensive."  

"Yes, ma'am," Kendra steps outside to grab the extra bag of hydration fluid, and returns in record timing.

"Wow," Tatum snickers. "You are on it today. That was fast!"

"Oh, I ran into someone that saw I was in a hurry, so they gave me their bag," she smiles. "You wanted a bolus, right?"

"Yes, let it flow as fast as it can for 500," Tatum agrees, but her eyebrows furrow curiously. Someone gave her that bag? "Wait… and that's Lactated Ringers, right?"

Kendra nods, holding the fluid up for the physician to read the name clearly on the plastic.

"Perfect."

The nurse programs everything into the pumps before pressing 'start infusion'. The attending reviews the game plan with the family and encourages the moms to nap. Shutting off the lights, Tatum escorts Kendra out of the room. 

But before she pulls the door closed, Tatum notices the patient suddenly stir in bed which quickly leads to a couple of abrupt moans.  The seasoned OB glances at the fetal monitor just in time to watch the heart rate plummet into the 50s.

And stay there.

"Talk to me, Mama, what are you feeling?" Tatum flips on the lights, and together with Kendra, they begin performing resuscitation measures, including giving the mom oxygen and repositioning her body in the bed.

Despite having an epidural, she is paralyzed by agonizing pain, clenching tightly to her abdomen. Tatum snakes her hands to rest on the woman's gravid belly. And it's just what she expected: hard as a rock. Her uterus was completely clamped down, in a continuous contraction, squeezing on the baby and the cord continuously without rest.

Damnit…

"Turn off that IV fluid now!" Tatum commands over the commotion as more staff join the room to help. "I need Brethine and a new bag of LR. Let's move, people!"

The nurses continue to reposition the patient while others administer the drug that will hopefully relax the uterus. A new IV fluid bag is hung. 

But unfortunately after seven minutes, the baby's heartbeat remains slow.

And the brand new chief's own heart drops. She glances around the room, matching the worried stares of everyone working with her. She looks back to the monitor, shaking her head.

Damnit…

"STAT C-Section!"

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[Casey's POV]

This morning was absolutely incredible.  Tatum had to hurry to her floor for rounds, but damn… I can still feel her tender touch on my body, her languid tongue stroking deep inside me. I can feel her nails digging into my hips as she demands to drink my desire. Each slurp and swallow echoes in my memory, my swollen lips fluttering for more.

I reapply my lipgloss before I step out of the telemetry supply closet. After I check on my interns in the pit, I mosey through the hallways until I decide to check on my hard-working boyfriend. I never got to see him earlier because he was…

The anger hits me again, my jaw clenching. I can feel my blood start to boil when I picture him… and her…

…laughing at each other’s jokes…

… touching each other…

Slow down, Casey.  

She's a new hire, so it only makes sense that he would take a moment to welcome her. Sure, that’s all he was doing. Afterall, Ethan is the new Chief.

God, Chief of Medicine… 

I am so proud of him.

We agreed that I wouldn't bother him at work although I know he secretly loves it when I stop by with lunch or coffee. But, I can see where it can be distracting. He has a lot more responsibilities with his new position, and a simple interruption can break his concentration.

Approaching his ajar, office door, I quickly discover Ethan isn't alone.  In fact, I recognize the other melodic soulful voice in the room: Tobias Carrick.

I inch closer to listen.

"...just like old times, eh?" .

"Jesus, Carrick…it’s not like that,” Ethan scoffs into a snicker.  “It’s…well… she's new, and my job as her boss is to help her smoothly transition."

"It looks like you're about to make a smooth transition into her, if ya know what I'm sayin'." Tobias laughs, sticking his tongue out as he claps his old friend's back.

Are they talking about Tatum?

"C'mon, Ramsey," Tobias grows stern. "The moment Tatum walked through those doors, your tail has been wagging like a damn puppy. You're actually smiling again."

With a deep ruddy blush swirling up his neck, Ethan lets out a hefty sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"Just admit it," Tobias steps closer.  "Look at me and tell me I'm wrong."

Go ahead and tell him, baby. Tell him you’re happy with me…

The corners of Ethan's lips curl as he glances back to his colleague.  "Tatum and I, we just… we’ve always clicked."

"You click!" He playfully smacks Ethan's chest with the back of his hand.

'We've always had this… spark–"

"You spark!" Tobias hits him again causing Ethan to grimace. 

"But…" Ethan stutters, "what about Casey–?"

"Seriously?" Tobias raises his eyebrows, chuckling in disbelief.  "Things with Valentine… I’m gonna be honest with you. You need to think what’s best for you…"

What?

Ethan sighs. "Our history… it complicates things…" 

What the hell? I see red, stepping back from Ethan's office.  A sudden heaviness infiltrates my lungs as I struggle for air.

No. none of that is true… right?

A familiar sting prods at my eyes. The anxiety creeps up the back of my throat as I clench tightly to my uneasy stomach. 

I need answers. 

But not now.

Nothing is accomplished when I'm angry.  When I approach Ethan with my concerns, he gives me a look. That look. Not of empathy or kindness, but of sympathy, like he feels sorry for me. It’s patronizing.

I can't do this. Not right now. Not today.

I just need reassurance. I need to be held, and reminded that everything is okay, that we’re okay.

And then it hits me.

Tatum.

The mention of her name alone brings a tingle to my lips, making my heart skip a beat. I know we've known each other for less than 24 hours. But I feel like she would understand my emotions right now, that could help me calm down.

I should find her. Surely she can clear this up for me.

Yeah. That's what I'll do.

As I reach her floor, I am quickly reminded that it's a locked-down unit with privacy badge access.  I stare at the door for a moment, wondering how I can sneak in to see Tatum. I was hoping to sort of… surprise her.

"Excuse me."  A woman in scrubs pushes past me, holding several clear bags of IV fluid. “Do you mind?” She chuckles. “I can’t reach my badge to swipe.”.

Perfect timing.

“Sure,” I smile as I swipe her tethered ID card. The door softly buzzes, granting access as it slowly opens.

She gives me an appreciative smile. “Thank you,” she blows away a long exhale. “We’ve been so busy in the pharmacy, running out of supplies. Shoot, we actually ran out of ‘Pitocin’ stickers for these premixed bags of LR with oxytocin. So, I have to label them up here.”

Suddenly, she drops an IV bag. 

Poor thing…  She seems frazzled.

“Here,” I grab the fluid before holding the door open, “let me help you.”

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I'm Gonna Kill You

A/N: My first time posting a fic in this brand new side blog, if you enjoy it, please consider reblogging it and if you want more you can follow me.

Summary: Randy is your best friend in the entire world, Billy doesn't enjoy the power he has over you and decides to do something about it.

Billy Loomis x Reader

Warnings: toxicity all around, a splash of daddy kink, filming without consent, a little bit of degradation, death (I mean it's Scream) but nothing gory, let me know if I missed anything else.

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You and Randy were born on the same day, your mothers went to High School together so the two of you were bound to become best friends. Your friendship with Randy is great, the two of you spend most of the time together and you barely ever fought. There is one massive problem in your life and you weren’t even aware of, Randy loves you, he loved you since you stood up for him in kindergarten but you were obvious to his love, Randy was happy to be just your friend but that doesn’t mean he would allow you to have a love life.

You trust Randy with your life, if he says that someone is not good for you, you listen no questions asked. Randy takes full advantage of the power he has on your life, a sick power 

play that you weren’t even aware of. If pressed on the issue, Randy would swear up and down that it is for your own good, but he knows the truth, he’s too scared to admit his true feelings but more than happy to cock block you without you being aware.

Being a virgin was one of your main concerns in your otherwise uneventful life, you had Randy as your best friend and a few acquiescences mainly Sidney, Tatum, Stu and Billy. You loved hanging out with them even if you weren’t as close, Stu made you laugh to the point of almost peeing your pants, Sidney and Tatum were extremely and the three of you went shopping at least once a fortnight. The only person you didn't spend time with was Billy, not because you didn't like him, quite the contrary he simply intimidated you too much to allow you to exchange pleasantries with him, his piercing chocolate brown eyes made you all warm and tingly inside. 

You never said anything to Sid and Tatum because Sid and Billy used to be a couple in Elementary School and Tatum was her best friend, Stu was too much of a jokester to take anything seriously and he would run to Billy and the two of them would probably laugh, not because they were cruel but simply because Stu would never take this seriously. Then there was Randy, the only person that knew everything about your life except this major crush on Billy Loomis but life goes on.

Casey Becker and her boyfriend were murdered and the whole town was on edge, and Randy was going on and on about horror films and you thought it was in poor taste, this isn’t a film! People are dead! So you gave him the bullshit excuse of getting your period and you basically qucicked him out of your house.

You decided to go to a coffee shop and just be alone for a change, you said hi to the barista gave her your order and after getting your drink you were sitting down by the window. You weren’t thinking about anything in particular but Billy Loomis came to the forefront of your mind, as he usually does. His eyes, his lips, his hair. As if it was on queue, Stu Macher spots you from across the road and ran towards the coffee shop.

“Stu, how are you?” You smiled seeing him, maybe that meant Billy was nearby? Stu didn't miss your eyes wondering, looking for Billy.

“I’m good, you know? Hey, would you like to hang out? Tatum is busy right now and you’re super cool, so…” Before you could he was getting your bag and helping you get up, you simply laughed and followed him, you truly enjoyed his company.

You’ve to Stu’s house a couple of times but only with Randy, maybe this was a good opportunity to actually be friends with Stu. He opened the door for you and allowed you to get in, he was helping you remove your jumper when you heard Billy’s voice.

“Where the fuck were you? Did you bring the…” Billy stopped in his tracks when he finally saw you, and Stu couldn’t stop grinning. Billy wanted to get alone with you for ages but Randy was always there, Stu really did him a solid.

“Oh man, I totally forgot I ran into her and totally slipped my mind. I’ll be right back, you don’t mind being here with Billy, right?” You looked at Billy who was already looking at you and you looked down and shook your head. “Okay, bye.” And just like that Stu was out of the house.

You still kept your gaze down, playing with your shirt. It was so hard to keep eye contact with Billy Loomis.

“Hey, we can watch something on the TV.” You simply followed Billy but still keeping your gaze down, Billy thought you were the hottest girl at school and now he has you all to himself, he really needed to thank Stu later. The two of you sat down and Billy decided to break the silence. “You don’t like me very much, do you doll?” You finally looked at him with a frown on your face and Billy was smirking. “There she is.” He whispered with a hint of a smile on his face, his thumb went to your chin and goosebumps rose all over your body, Billy wasn’t blind to the effect he had on you.

Billy wanted you since the two of you were freshmen, but Randy was always hanging around you like a leach, in Billy’s eyes. He wanted to kill Randy as his and Stu’s first victim but Billy wanted Randy to suffer after hearing the two of you talking. Randy let it slip rather loudly that you and him were still virgins and Billy thought Christmas came early. He wanted you for the longest time and finding out he was going to be the first man in your life, to touch you, to make you cum? His cock got incredibly hard just thinking about you moaning underneath him, riding him and eating you out like you were his last meal.

“I like you, Billy…it’s just that…” You took a deep breath, how could you explain your predicament?

“You don’t want to hurt Randy’s feelings?” Billy almost believed his own tone, it felt so sincere and honest, he almost wanted to laugh at the relief on your face.

“Yes, we’re not dating or anything.” You wanted especify, and Billy smiled. “But he’s my best friend, literally since day one. And I have no idea why he doesn’t like you very much.” You started playing with your nails and Billy raised your chin to look in your eyes, his piercing gaze was giving you burtterfiles in your stomach.

“We can take this slow, yeah? I want to do this right and take you out for dates and you be my girl, yeah?” Billy looked at you expectantly, and you nodded biting your lip. After that, he kissed you. He couldn’t believe that he finally got the girl of his dreams.

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It has been months since you and Billy started dating, and you couldn’t be happier even with the killings getting progressively worse. You had Billy to protect you, so things weren’t as scary. The only problem was Randy, he comes to your house unannounced and Billy has to hide and it’s always when the two of are about to fuck, it seemed that Randy had this radar to find out when you were about to lose your virginity and it was driving you and Billy insane. You were more than ready for this and Billy had major blue balls for months.

The two of you were now at school, talking in the hallway. Billy wanted nothing more than to take you to the nearest bathroom and fuck you in the stall but he knew that you deserved much better than a quick and cheap fuck, you were his dream girl.

“I asked my parents for the lake house this weekend and they allowed. I can pick you up right after school, is that okay?” You nodded and smiled, you couldn’t believe how romantic and thoughtful your boyfriend was. The two of you were very good in not having PDA at school but you were so excited that you kissed him and Billy was more than happy to oblige. 

His hands went to your waist and yours went straight to his hair, Billy’s hnads were about to land on your ass when the two of you heard his voice.

“Unbelievable.” Randy yelled and you stopped kissing Billy, you had a guilty look on your face but Billy was angry. “You’re with him? Mr. I am clearly a serial killer.” Billy was about to beat Randy up when you stopped him.

“Look, Randy. I am so sorry for not telling you before but saying this shit about Billy is not cool. If you can’t accept him, don’t talk to me again.” You grabbed Billy’s hand and walked away while Billy had the biggest grin on his face. Once the two of you were outside, he hugged you.

“Are you alright? I know how important Randy is to you, I don’t want to get in the middle of your friendship.” Billy was selling this so well, and you just smiled and shook your head.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever! And no, don’t ever say that, Randy will come around eventually. I don’t want this to stop our little getaway.” You were going to handle Randy later after you spent time with your boyfriend.

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Billy’s car stopped right in front of the house, it was so pretty and quiet you loved it. Billy took both of your suitcases and guided you to the front of the house. The door was opened and everything inside was very rustic, it was perfect and apparently Billy’s parents had people come and clean in preparation of your stay there, they were always so thoughtful. Billy put your suitcases on the floor and looked at you.

“So, do you want a tour of the house?” He smiled at you.

“Start with the bedroom.” You jumped and wrapped your legs around his waist and Billy did exactly that.

He opened the door and dropped you on the bed, even though you were a virgin Billy could tell that you liked it rough. Every bite that was a little too rough, you had to stop yourself from moaning and rubbing your thighs together, every whispered ‘good girl’ on your ear made you sigh and bite your lip and one small ‘my little slut’ made you moan.

“I’m gonna fuck you right now, baby. Is that what you want? I wanna hear you beg.” Billy started kissing your neck and biting it and nodded your head fervently. You wondered if people could die of horniness for a second. “Use your words, baby. Tell me what you want from me?” Billy was taking off his shirt and still kissing you.

“I want you to fuck me, daddy.” You put your hand over your mouth, he wasn’t supposed to know but Billy had the biggest grin on his face.

“Yeah? You want daddy to destroy your little pussy even though is your first time? Is that what you want?” Billy finally started removing your clothes, leaving you in just your bra and panties.

“Please, daddy. Fuck me, I need it please.” You didn't care about sounding needy, Billy was your boyfriend and you loved him and he loved you.

Billy’s cock was so hard and you could see how big it was even through his underwear, your mouth was watering at the sight.

“Does my needy little slut wants me to fuck her throat?” Billy removed his underwear and you could see his cock leaking with pre cum, it has been so long since he fucked anyone.

“Yes, please daddy.” You got on your knees and looked at him with the biggest innocent eyes he has ever seen, fuck Billy could cum right now just by looking at you.

“Open your mouth, baby.” You did exactly that, you licked the head of his cock tasting his pre cum and you slowly started to take him in your mouth. Billy was very patient and you took his cock so well, Billy out his head back and groaned loudly. He also made sure that the camera was at the right angle.

Billy’s hands went to your hair, you were hollowing your cheeks and also playing with his balls. He held your head in place and started to fuck your throat, the noises you were making were pornographic and Billy loved every second of it.

“Oh, fuck I’m gonna cum.” Billy removed his hands from your head but you kept sucking his cock. “Fuck, baby.” Billy came, thick ropes of cum down your throat and you swallowed it all. You were still on your knees and you opened your mouth you to show Billy that you swallowed it all. “Fuck, how did I get so lucky?” He helped you get up and kissed you passionately, he finally removed your bra and took one nipple in his mouth, now it was your turn to get your hands on his hair, Billy carefully laid you on the bed and removed your panties.

Billy opened your legs started sucking on your clit, he was relentless and again your handd went to his hair. You were moaning and panting, the feeling of his hot, wet tongue on your pussy is like nothing you’ve ever felt before. Billy was enjoying very much seeing you fall apart with only his tongue.

Your moans started getting louder, and the grip on his hair got stronger. Billy’s tongue was working faster to bring your orgasm quicker, he also inserted a finger to slowly start stretching you out. He was was observing all of your reactions, how your legs were shaking and how your moans were louder by him finger fucking you.

“Billy, I think I’m gonna…” You knew your body very well, but this was different.

“Come on, baby. Cum for me, cum all over my face.” Billy sped up his ministrations on your clit and you pulled his hair and you came hard, your eyes were shut and pleasure that you never felt before ran all over your body. When you finally came to it, you felt under the bed wet, quite wet. When you looked over, you started panicking.

“Oh my God, Billy I’m so sorry. I have no idea why this happened?” Billy shushed you and kissed your forehead.

“No, baby. You just squirted and it was hot as fuck.” He kissed you and he laid on the bed again.

Billy pinched your nipples and you moaned into his mouth, his hands were all over your body and vice versa. Billy was about to burst, he was painfully hard again and he couldn’t wait to fuck you.

“Are you ready, baby?” Billy put his hand on your cheek and his eyes were looking into yours and you’ve never felt more connected with him before.

“More than ever, Billy.” 

“Okay, I’ll go slow. Let me know if it hurts, alright?” You nodded and Billy positioned his cock at your entrance, he was looking at it then at you.

You felt his thick and veiny cock on your pussy, Billy had to contain himself and not cum at that second. Your velvety walls milking him, Billy was groaning and moaning in your ear, inch by inch his cock was entering you. Billy was fully inside you now and stopped to compose himself, your pussy felt like heaven to him. You on the other hand was almost passing out from the overwhelming pleasure his cock was giving you and you wanted, no, needed more.

“Please move, Billy.” He obliged and started moving slowly, the last thing he wanted was to hirt you. He found a comfortable pace for him and you. “Harder, please.” You wrapped your legs around his waist and with that all of his self control was gone.

Billy started punding into your pussy with reckless abandon, your nails digging on his back the noises coming from felt like you were in a porno. 

“Do you like that, baby? Is that what you wanted my dirty little slut, huh?” His filthy words were driving you insane. You started clenching around him and Billy started laughing condescendly. “You like that, huh? You like being my little slut?” You only nodded, the pleasure wouldn’t allow you to speak, the noises were louder and louder. “Are you cock drunk already, baby? You can’t even speak right, can you? I want you to cum on my cock, baby.” Billy’s thumb went to your clit and started making hard and small circles, he wanted to see you falling apart.

“Billy, I’m gonna…” You didn't finish your sentence, and you came on his cock and Billy helped you ride out your orgasm. Billy started chasing his own orgasm, you were sensitive but the line between pleasure and pain were blurred and that resulted in more pleasure for you.

“You’re gonna take my cum, aren’t you baby? You’re gonna let me cum deep inside your pussy, imagine if I got you pregnant?” You clenched around him and Billy laughed. “You want everyone to know that you’re my little slut? Walking around with a big belly and huge tits full of milk?” Billy stopped and came with a groan, he was breathless. He kissed you and removed his cock out of you. He laid down and pulled you over to him, he started kissing the top of your head and caressing your arm.

“Did you enjoy that?” You asked and Billy could sense the vulnerability in your voice.

“That was the best thing that ever happened to me, you were perfect baby. I love you.” He kissed your forehead and you mumbled ‘I love you too’ and you fell asleep rather quickly. After making sure you weren’t going to wake up, Billy got up and stopped recording, he couldn’t wait to put his plan into action.

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Randy was pissed, your mom told him that you went on a trip with Billy. I mean what were your parents thinking? Allowing you to be alone with that serial killer? But you were about to come back and Randy was going to do everything in his power to break the two of you up. You never dated anyone before, you couldn’t! You belonged to Randy and he was going to make sure of that, no matter what.

Randy got in his bedroom, he found a tape that was odd he didn't recognise it. He put it in the VHS anyway, and he recognised you immediately, on your knees for Billy Loomis, Randy was about to take the tape and show it to you how Billy is gross and you should break up with him, but he got a call.

“Hello, Randy.” The modulated voice said.

“Billy, you sick fuck. I’m gonna fucking destroy you, she’ll never look at you again.” Randy was screaming, he couldn’t wait to destroy your relationship, that way you would fall for Randy and realise no one but him is good enough for you.

“I wouldn’t be so sure about that Randy.” The voice was tauting him and Randy was furious.

“And why is that?” Ghostface opened his closet and was right behind Randy.

“Dead men tell no tales.” Randy turned around but only in time to be stabbed in the neck, after that Ghostface grabbed the tape and left Randy’s house.

Billy was with you when you heard that Randy was killed by Ghostface, he comforted you and said that everything was going to be okay.

“I was angry at him the last time we saw each other, I’ll never forgive myself.” Billy shused you and said that it wasn’t your fault and you couldn’t have known.

Billy held your hand through the funeral and made sure you didn't fall apart, you were so lucky to have in your life. Billy was overjoyed, he had his girlfriend all to himself and he didn't have to hide or worry about the nerd that hanging over her, everything was right in the world.

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Until We Found You | Part III

Part III is now up and running! P.S. there are two playlists I listen to while writing these, they don’t necessarily go with reading them but you totally could listen to them as you read! Let me know if you would like the playlists. As usual, heed the tags. 

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

Part I Part II Part IV Part VI Part VII Part VIII Part IX

The next few days were pretty dull, you spent a few days over at Sidney’s, the first night it was just you two but the third day Tatum, Billy, and Stu all spent the night- it was a group decision to leave Randy out because he would just go on and on about who was the killer and why they were targeting the victims. Ghostface was pretty quiet too, with no killings or attempts since you, you were starting to wonder if you were meant to be the last victim, you also wondered if you had pissed them off by not going home. Luckily today you were returning home, back to see your parents and Irena and your brand new door- no shining scene included this time.

“Need a ride? Me and Stu are going to the movie store,” Billy asked, making you turn to him after you and Sidney had pulled away from a hug. “Sure, my parents haven’t left my aunts yet so I would appreciate it,” you said before turning to Sidney again. “Thanks for letting me crash at yours, I’ll call if I have anything weird going on again,” you promised her, waving bye as you left with the boys.

“You should call us if that creep comes back, me and Billy can put him in his place,” Stu said, giving his signature laugh and smile, making you laugh. “That’s a great idea, Billy can scare him away with his crazy eyes and you can bore him to death by telling him all about horror movies,” you joked, earning annoyed glares from both boys, making you laugh again. “I’ll call if I see them again, okay? Don’t worry about me, I can handle myself,” you promised the boys as you climbed into the back seat, throwing your bag in next to you.

The day passed by smoothly, the boys had taken you to the movie rental store and bought you some candy along with a movie, which Stu insisted you watch and even rented for you. Prom Night, another fucking Jamie movie. You had popped it into your laptop that night once you were home. Irena sat on your lap as you caught up on some homework due the next day, occasionally you glanced at your laptop to watch the movie, not noticing when Irena had moved from your lap and moved to your vanity. She sat down, her tail twitching angrily, your attention finally moved to her when you heard a little growl escape her.

When you got up to see what had angered her you saw the window slide open, the same masked killer from the other day climbing in through your window. You paused, looking at them with wide eyes, wondering if the flirting over the phone had all been a plan to get you off guard, to either kill you or kidnap you so they could set you up for the murders of Casey and Steve. Your nerves didn’t calm down when they motioned you closer after closing the window, still, you walked over slowly to them. Their hand reached up to your face, cupping it gently before gripping it more firmly, holding the knife in their other hand up to your cheek. Your breath hitched, feeling the cool touch of the steel against you, but they made no movements to harm you in any way, not really at least.

The knife ghosted over your skin, not enough to cut but enough for you to feel scared and strangely turned on at the same time. Your eyes studied the mask in front of you, you couldn’t make out their eyes behind the mesh, but you could feel their eyes piercing into yours. They removed their hands from you, pushing you towards the bed, you complied but paused when you sat down on it. “My parents are home…can-can you lock the door at least,” you asked, they tilted their head towards the door and you swore you heard them chuckle as they most likely recalled how they broke the last one. They walked over to the door, locking it before making their way to you. Your legs clenched together, your ever-growing nervousness and excitement now showing to them as you wondered what they were going to do.

They looked over you for a moment before holding the knife right up to your sternum, pressing the knife onto your clothes as they began to drag it down, leaving a trail of torn clothes in their wake. “I kinda liked those…” you murmured, if they hadn’t had the mask on you may have seen the shit-eating grin they had on their lips as they pressed the knife harder against your skin. Your cheeks heated up, taking the hint to shut up as you let them continue. You had already changed into pajamas earlier in the night, your Carrie shirt now tattered and torn, exposing your top half to them. Once they reached your groin, they paused and moved the knife away, pocketing it before pushing you back onto the bed so you were laying down.

They hovered over you, tracing your face again, the rough texture of their glove trailing down your body before their fingers hooked under the waistband of your pj pants, tugging them off slowly. Your skin grew goosebumps all over, the cold air in your room felt like mercy against your warm skin, which was only growing hotter by the second. A small whimper left you as you felt them place their hand over your panties, you hadn’t even noticed until that moment but your arousal had shown even through the fabric, feeling a little embarrassed that you were so needy without much effort.

Your hand flung up to your mouth as you felt them reach into your underwear, you could feel how cold their fingers were even through the gloves as they ghosted over your clit. You bit down on your hand as they pressed on your clit, circling around it as you closed your eyes and tilted your head back. The texture of the glove bothered you a little, which they must have noticed as you bucked against their fingers. A whine left your lips as their hand pulled away, opening your eyes to see them reaching into their pocket and pulling out some torn piece of fabric. They spread it out in their hands, showcasing it to you, a blindfold. Another blush rose to your cheeks as you tilted your head up for them to put it on, a silent understanding between you two that they wanted you to stay clueless about who they were. They reached around your head and tied the fabric over your eyes, your heart began to beat faster realizing that you were completely at their mercy now.

They reached back into their pocket, bringing the knife out and making a stabbing motion at you, bringing the knife inches from your forehead. When you didn’t flinch, they felt comfortable knowing you couldn’t see behind the blindfold and began to undress. You heard them shuffling in the outfit, hearing a thud on the floor, wondering if that was the knife or their mask. You received your answer when you felt the knife against your cheek again, you felt yourself grow wetter, partially because of the knife, partially because ghostface was standing right in front of you unmasked and you couldn’t see them. Your hand tried to move to touch them but before you had the chance they pinned you down by your wrist. You whined but they only gripped you tighter, they dropped the knife and instead grabbed your torn t-shirt and tied your wrist together with it.

You didn’t have to wait much longer before their mouth was latched onto your neck and their fingers were tracing over your core. Their fingertips teased you, running over your folds as they carefully placed a hickey on your neck. You could feel a grin on their lips as they bit and licked at your skin, feeling your pulse under their tongue. You did your best to keep your voice down, your heavy breaths bounced off of your bedroom walls as they pushed two fingers into you. A louder whine sounded from you, to which they comforted you by planting a kiss against your lips. You didn’t need to see them to feel the passion in the kiss, they pushed against you with such need, teeth clanking together and making your bones shake as their thumb moved to your clit.

Your thighs opened a little wider to allow them more access, relishing in the pleasure their hands brought you. The familiar tension in your stomach was slowly beginning to build, sweat began to form on your skin from feeling their hot breath against you. You felt their eyes on you, it only made you more turned on knowing they were watching every little reaction you had to their movements. Another finger entered you, hitting a spot inside that made you toss your head back and thank any supernatural being or god there was that they were quick enough to swallow the moan you let out in a kiss. They took the opportunity to snake their tongue into your mouth, making you melt even further as their pace quickened.

Your chest began to rise and fall quickly as that knot in your stomach threatened to break. You moved slightly, your hips bucking and moving against their fingers as you let the pleasure take you over. Before you could tip over the edge they pulled away, which made you whine and squirm in protest. “Not fucking fair,” you breathed out, to which you were met with the cold blade of their knife again pressing against your neck. You pouted, realizing ghostface probably didn’t like your bratty attitude too much but it was all fixed when they kissed you again. Your legs slowly fell open again, allowing them to situate themself in between them. Their hand let go of the knife again and instead took the opportunity to roam over your body, little whines coming from you when they ran over- and teased- all the spots you reacted to.

Finally, they trailed their way back to your core, watching as your face scrunched up with pleasure as they circled your clit again. “Please…” you whined to them, their other hand gripping your thigh as a warning, “I want you in me already, please.” You begged, their grip growing even tighter, likely to leave a bruise before they finally let up. You barely took a breath before you felt them against you, your body tensed slightly but soon calmed down as you felt their lips on yours again. They were more gentle this time, but you could feel the tension they held by holding themselves back. “It’s okay., you can ruin me. Please ruin me,” you begged again, whimpering when their hand gripped your neck, squeezing the sides as they quickly entered you.

Ghostface was smart enough to put their mouth on yours again to cover up your moan, melting in their hold as they began to set up a steady pace. You wondered if they were taking it slow to let you adjust or to tease you, but they quickly had your attention again when their free hand returned to your core. Your stomach tightened once again, your head spinning with all the pleasure they were giving you. When their thrusts began to quicken you couldn’t help but arch your back, your ankles hooking around them and trapping them in between your legs, but with the way they thrusted even harder into you, you don’t think they minded it one bit.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were close to coming undone, both of your hips stuttered and bucked, their hand that played with your clit quickened a little as well, paying attention to the spots that had you shaking. “Fuck, gonna-“ you whined again, your head tilting back as they hit your sweet spot, “gonna cum,” you whimpered out between moans, trying to keep quiet. They continued the torture they were inflicting on you, your black vision turning white as you finally reached your climax. Your thighs shook around them, pulsing around them before they came.

You felt their muscles unclench, glad that you finally came to the realization that they had worn protection, mentally cursing yourself for not even checking before. They pulled out slowly, gently touching your face as you whimpered from the loss. You adjusted yourself on the bed as they finally peeled away from you, hearing the shuffling of clothes again as they got dressed.

After a moment you felt a dip in the bed, feeling them untie you but held down your wrists as they leaned in for one last kiss. You smiled into it, giggling as they pulled away. “Come again tomorrow, with a new Carrie shirt preferably,” you asked playfully, feeling their lips curl up into a smile before they pulled away. You heard the thumps of plastic before your blindfold was taken off, your eyes meeting the masked killer after adjusting to the light.

“Was that smile a yes,” you asked, smiling when they nodded. “You can take the torn one as a momento, and so you know what size to get,” you offered, holding out the piece of clothing to them. They grabbed it, heading back to the window as you stayed on the bed and watched them. They climbed out of your room while you finally stood up and watched them take off. You sighed, running your hands over the little hickeys and bruises they left on you before heading to your bathroom to get cleaned up.

There was the ringing of a phone, only sounding for a few seconds before the other line picked up. “Hey Stu, let's take the girls shopping tomorrow, we owe someone a new shirt. Also need to get you all fancied up too, you have a date tomorrow night,” Billy said, Stu laughing before beginning to question him on the details.

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Housewife

Part - 2

Summery: Billy and Stu have been planning these murders for quite some time. Everything is going to plan until you show up. What happens when they meet someone who is just as mentally deluded as they are?

Pairing: poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings for this series: murder, blood, smut (will be more in depth on smut chapters), power dynamics, a dash of sexism, knives, stalking, perverse behavior, cheating,

Part 1

If you heard the names Casey or Steve one more time you might go insane. Stu ran up behind you wrapping his arms around your waist. "Boo!" The binder you held in your arms unceremoniously hit the floor. "Let go of me weirdo." You struggled but he didn't let go. "Did ya hear about Casey and Steve?" You could scream. The heel of your Mary Jane shoes made contact with his toes making him lose his grip. With a huff you picked up your belongings. "Why is everyone so obsessed with them?" Stu cocked an eyebrow at you. "Uh because they were slit open like pigs in a butcher shop?"

"I get that trust me thats all anyone can talk about. But you can't act all sad like you've lost a loved one and then talk in great detail about what organ fell out where. It's inhumane." He leaned back on the lockers listening to you rant. "Yesterday was a complete shit show. That Steve guy was a prick to me and he didn't even know my name yet. So he can't be the saint everyone's making him out to be. Murders happen everywhere all the time these two aren't going to change anything."

"Interesting take from Marry Poppins. What's got your panties in a bunch today?" You opened your locker putting away your things for lunch. "Some asshole started talking to me in 2nd period about how in a movie I'd be a prime suspect because the murders started when I got here." Randy. Stu knew the moment you brought up movies. "Well you did say Steve was an asshat, that's motive Y/n." He was right but let's be real here. You couldn't take on an athlete if you were paid. You rubbed your face in frustration. "Relax I know it's not you. You'd cry if you got blood on that cute little dress of yours." It really wouldn't matter you knew how to take practically any stain out of a piece of clothing.

"You'd be surprised." Just as the words left your lips a kid bumped into you knocking you into Stu. His hands conveniently found your hips. "Watch where you're walking asshole!" Stu shouted with a laugh. You pulled yourself away from him trying to straighten your dress with your hands. "Hey I'm meeting Tatum and everybody by the water fountain, you in?" The idea of being around more people wasn't ideal. Stu could see on your face you didn't want to. "Oh come on Billy's going to be there." He wasn't dumb. Billy was an attractive guy, he was well aware of that. All the girls had a thing for Billy, you were no exception.

"If I go you can't just completely ignore me because I only know you two." Stu shut your locker for you as you continued to walk. "Ignore you? I could never. You could sit on my lap if you wanted to." You fake gagged making him laugh. "I don't think your girlfriend would like that." He just shrugged his shoulders. "Eh I do what I want." This doesn't surprise you. "You are a peace of work." The doors opened letting the light bombard your skin. "Picasso baby!" Stu shouted as he grabbed your hand pulling you towards the fountain.

"Fresh meat everybody!" He declared as you stood uncomfortably in front of everyone. Billy looked more than unamused at your appearance. "Y/n right? You're in my math class?" You nodded at the girl with brown hair. She stuck out her hand for you to shake. "I'm Sydney Prescott." Billy shook his head with a smile. "Nice to meet you Sydney." She smiled up at you and returned the sentiment. "She's the killer I'll bet anybody 10 bucks." If looks could kill he'd be six feet under. "Randy knock it off. You think this adorable face could murder?" Stu pinched your cheeks with a grin on his lips. "Not a chance." He let go and found a seat next to Tatum. "Plus there's no way a girl could've killed them."

"Scoot over let her sit down." Billy huffed but did what Sydney told him. "That is so sexist. The killer could easily be a female, Basic Instinct." You nodded in Tatum's defense. "That was an ice pick. Not exactly the same thing." Stu looked over at all of us before looking at Tatum. "Yeah Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. The fact is it takes like, a man to do something like that." Sydney looked down at the ground uncomfortable with the conversation.

"I don't know feminine rage is pretty scary. Do you know how many cheating husbands get stabbed to death or fed to the dogs by the wife. The fact is women know how to get a job done quickly and quietly. Men get cocky and want to play around that's how they get caught." Randy snapped his finger point at you. "See what I mean!" Stu laughed and Billy just looked at you with intrigue.

"How do you gut someone?" The honest tone of Sydney's voice made everyone quite down. "You take a knife and you slit them from groin to sternum." Billy sat up seemingly done with the gorey details. "Hey, it's called tact fuckrag." Billy looked at Stu his eyes once again saying more than his words did.

"Change of subject, I like your dress it's very Hepburn." Tatum spoke up. You cleared your throat trying to shake off that uneasy feeling. "Thanks I made it myself." She sat up in shock. "No way! You should totally make me one." If only it were that simple. "You think I'd look good in something like that babe?" She asked Stu and if you knew anything about him he'd give a smartass answer. "I think it'd look better on my bedroom floor but hey." She smacked his arm as everyone shared a laugh.

Stu continued rambling on about the murders with Randy. You were sick of hearing about it and it appeared so was Sydney. Her hand rested on Billy's knee as he whispered something to him. He nodded as she left a kiss on his cheek. The moment she left his demeanor darkened even more. He looked truly angry at this point. You assumed it was because Stu had upset her. Billy leaned next to you just enough to hit Stu's arm. "Ow man what gives? I was joking!" Billy was the next to get up followed by Randy.

"Hey Y/n? Are you doing anything Saturday? Me and Syd were going to hang out this weekend you could totally join." You knew Stu and Billy had plans to hang out with you and by the look on Stu's face he'd be upset if you said yes to Tatum. "Can't. My dad's going to be gone this weekend so I have to house sit." The smile on Stu's face was far from innocent. "You think with a killer on the loose you should be home alone?" She had a point but you doubted there was a serial killer running around. "I know how to lock my doors I'll be fine. Promise."

The school day went by fast thankfully. But once again everyone crowded around your car. "I'm not giving you a ride today." You shook your head. "I was thinking we could all go riding around maybe go to the mall? Someone's got to give you a tour." Stu said gesturing to the friend group you know found yourself a part of. "You don't have to of course." Sydney chimed in. She was probably the nicest one out of the group. "Who's got money for gas?" In an instant Stu handed you a crumpled up 100 dollar bill. "That should cover it and don't ask where its been." He noticed the shock on your face. "Don't worry there's more where that came from." He winked at you and Tatum rolled her eyes. You shoved the bill in your purse snapping it shut.

"Ive got work today so I'll catch you all later." Randy said as he walked away. You felt a little bad you were relieved at his absence. "Okay I've got bench seats so three people can sit up front and three in the back. "I call back seat with Stu." Tatum pulled at his shirt dragged him to the back. "No doing anything weird back there this is my dad's car." Tatum just laughed and Stu stuck his tounge out shaking it at you in protest. "Oh shit I forgot I've got to study for that exam tomorrow. I have to get home." Stu started to boo and Tatum echoed her boyfriend. "We'll only be gone a couple hours Syd."

"I have to pass this test Billy. You go ahead and go. You guys have fun!" She grabbed her bag and headed off towards the busses. Billy sat in the passenger seat again same aggravated look on his face. "Would it kill you to smile?" You asked lightheartedly. He turned to you flashing the fakest smile you'd ever seen. "See was that so hard?" Sarcasm dripping off your words. "Incredibly."

The mall wasn't hard to find after Tatum gave you some directions. You weren't sure how this little outing would go. On one hand it was nice having friends and spending time with people but on the other you and Billy were third wheeling. You had only been through half the stores and Stu already managed to spend an egregious amount. "Ooh help me pick out a set." Tatum said pulling Stu into the Victoria's Secret. Billy followed them in so you had no choice but to follow suit. "Do you have a boyfriend?" Billy asked as he touched the lace fabric on a teddy. "Odd question to ask considering you have a girlfriend."

"Fuck me for trying to make conversation." You laughed and decided to play along. "I do. We're trying the whole long distance thing." Billy found it hard to make eye contact with you. Choosing to play with and pick up anything around him to keep his hands busy. "He's probably cheating you know? Teenage boys do that." You're beginning to think both him and Stu have absolutely no filter. "Probably but it's not the like the guys around here are any better. I mean look at you and Stu." You're eyes flickered over to Stu holding up a bra to his chest declaring he was a girl. With a shake of the head you turn back to Billy. His eyes met with yours and for the first time he didn't advert his gaze. "Do you wear anything like this?" He gestured towards the thongs and see through bras.

"Nah I'm more into ropes and whips." You joke thinking if anyone would find it funny he would. His eye grew just a tiny bit wider surprised at your response. His lips quirked upwards a small smirk playing at his mouth. "I'm kidding!" Your face grew hot as he looked back down at what you were wearing. "No you're not. You're a freak. It's always the nice girls." Scoffing at that you wiped your hands down your dress trying to pull it further down your legs.

He smiled knowing he was making you uncomfortable. "You're a real creep you know that?" He held up in hands in fake surrender. "You caught me." Tatum shouted your name from across the store. "That's my que." You had no idea where she was or what she was doing. "She's in the dressing room I offered to help but ya know." He raised his eyebrows suggestively as if you didn't already know what he meant.

"Tatum it's me." You knocked on the door and it opened immediately. Her arm stuck out grabbing you and pulling you in. "You've got to stop doing that." You said in a hushed voice. "Opinions?" She said as she spun around practically naked. The red lace nightie left little to the imagination. "Um I think it looks cute. It doesn't cover much does it?" You ask and she laughed. "That's the point silly. You don't think it makes me look fat?" She was so skinny you worried about were her organs were let alone be over weight. "You look fine hun. I'm gonna go check on the guys." She said alright and let you slip out of the dressing room.

"We got you something." Stu shook the bag in front of your face startling you. "He got it." Billy spoke up as you took the bag from Stu. "No you grabbed it and said it would-" A swift punch to the ribs shut the blonde boy up. "Don't open it till later." Billy said and for some reason you agreed. "Is she about done in there?" The door opened and Tatum eagerly ran to the checkout desk. Stu like a puppy followed right behind her leaving you and Billy alone again.

"What did you get me?" Once again his eyes were on the floor. "Wouldn't you like to know?" He quipped his eyes finally reaching your face. "I would. That's why I asked." You both smiled at the small reenactment. "You didn't have to get me anything especially from here." He grabbed the bag from you tying the ribbon strings together. "Don't get too excited it's not a ball gag or anything." You smacked his arm snatching the bag back. "Plus I didn't pay for it. Rich boy over there did." He pointed at Stu.

"I'm hitting up Spencer gifts who's coming with me?" Going into that store with Stu was probably the dumbest thing you could do. "I'm in." You said mentally regretting it. "I'll go where you go." Tatum said as she hugged his arm. The last one to go was Billy. "Let's just get this over with." Stu practically ran to the opposite end of the mall with Tatum tossed over his shoulder. "There's no way your feet aren't killing you." Billy said looking down at your heels.

"I grew up in high heels mister. I could run in these bad boys if I had to." You weren't kidding. Growing up in a household where you had church every Sunday and you only had one pair of sneakers, you could run in heels. "I doubt that." He was getting more comfortable around you. Billy didn't even realize it. He used to be fun. He used to screw around and let loose like Stu does. Since his mom left and the world seemed to collapse around him he just had one to many stabs in the back.

"Wanna race?" He looked at you with a childlike curiosity. He would win he knew that much. Considering his murderous tendencies he could beat you in ten seconds flat. "I run to the store and if you catch me before I get there you win. What do you say?" Before he could answer you took off running. It was supposed to be fun for the both of you. A little game of cat and mouse. What you didn't realize was how seriously he would take it. The simple sound of his boots gaining up on you was terrifying. Your laughter stopped as you sped up.

You ran around people, who were then pushed out of the way by Billy. This was no longer a game. He was trying to catch you. The click of your heels got faster and faster till you ran into someone. "Woah there what's going on?" You looked up and saw Stu waiting at the door of Spencer's. You won. Billy was just two steps behind you the entire time. "Damnit!" He exclaimed appearing genuinely pissed that he didn't grab you. Tatum chimed in asking him what the hell was going on. After all to them it seemed like something horribly wrong had happened. "We were just playing. I told him we'd race each other." You looked back at Billy trying to catch his breath.

"Billy Loomis playing a game? Now that's unheard of." Stu gasped as he walked in the store. You approached Billy deciding to check on him. Your hand touched his shoulders as they heaved up and down. "Are you okay?" His hand wrapped around your wrist tighten enough to bare pain. "I'm fine." He flung your hand away, leaving you behind as he walked in the store. So much for that. It was hot and cold with him. You couldn't figure it out and you weren't sure if you wanted to.

Stu and Tatum were over in the novelty section making dirty jokes and just getting on each other's nerves. You didn't know where Billy went. You walked to the back of the store ignoring the adult toy section. You looked down at your stockings noticing the big rip on your right leg. "Shit!" You cursed picking at the hole. Going through the short selection of stockings they had to offer you finally settled on a pair. They were thigh highs which is something you usually didn't wear. Victoria's secret bag and stockings in hand you walked up to the cashier and paid.

Afterwards you met up with Stu and Tatum who were as equally ready to leave as you were. "Where's Billy?" She asked. "I have no idea." Stu leaned over trying to peak into the Spencer bag. "You get something from the back?" You did but you weren't going to be honest about it. "I did. I got it for Tatum though. She deserves at least six inches." She started to laugh as Stu acted all dramatic. "Ha ha really funny. Go ahead laugh it up. I'll have you know she's perfectly content with what she's got." Tatum shook her head making you laugh even harder. "You guys ready to go?"

"Where'd you go?" You asked Billy as he shoved his hands in his pockets. "Bathroom." You're not sure what you did to piss him off. Is he butthurt that you beat him in a race? That can't be it he's not 5. He shouldn't be upset by such a small thing. "Let's go bitches!" Stu and Tatum walked hand in hand once again leaving you and Billy to talk. "Did I do something wrong?" You ask gingerly not to upset him further. "No." Another one word answer.

"We can race again. I'll let you catch me this time. I'll play dead and everything if you'd like." You laughed trying everything in your power to make him tolerate you again. "You would?" You weren't being serious but if that's what it took so be it. "If you'll stop being mad at me I will." That somehow put a smile on his face. "Should I start running?" You joke and he actually chuckles. "No no. We'll save that for later."

Everyone makes their way to your car getting in the same seats as before. "I know where Stu lives where do you two live?" You sit your bags in the floor next to Billy's black combat boots. "I'm going to her house before I go home so you can take me there. She's going to take me home before they pick up Sydney." She proceeds to giggle at the admission. "Just drop me off at Stu's" Billy says as he slicks his hair back. "Do you live at Stu's place?" You start the car leaving the mall in your rearview mirror. "Stu's parents are never home so they practically live together."

Billy looked out the window not making eye contact with anyone in the car. "Means I throw the best damn parties our school has ever seen." Stu and Tatum rejoiced in the back. That fact left more questions than answers. It made sense why Stu seemed to be so flippant with money. It even explained his overall behavior. Billy's case however was different. How bad was it at his house that he needed to live with Stu? In all honesty you felt bad for both the boys.

"Hey Billy open the glove compartment and play something." He did as told until he saw the contents of the glove box. "What the hell?" He said as he pulled out an 8 track. "Listen my dad had an 8 track player put in back in the 70s so that's all I got." With a smile on his face he dug through all the boxes.

Pushing the tape into the car AC/DC blasted through the speakers. "How'd I know you'd pick that one?" He carefully put all the tapes back where he got them. "I have good taste what can I say?" He shrugged. First stop was Tatum's house. She gave you the directions which you quickly found out she lives on the same street as you. "Your lights on upstairs is your dad home? I saw your car in the driveway this morning." Tatum asked pointing at your house. Fuck. "So this is where the mysterious Betty Crocker lives." Stu laughed putting on his best Vincent Price voice. Billy was just satisfied in knowing where you live. "Yeah my dad is. He's probably sleeping though he's got to get up early in the morning which means I've have to get home so scoot." You waved the couple out of your car quickly.

You pulled away getting just a couple houses down the road before your car began to stall. "What's wrong?" Billy asked as you look around. "I don't know it hasn't done this before." You turned the car off and on again but nothing happened. "Does it have gas?" You didn't get gas. The crumpled 100 was still shoved in your purse. "Son of a bitch." You cursed as you hit the steering wheel. "Hop out I've got to go get the gas can out of my garage."

"Do I get a house tour?" You stayed quiet genuinely upset at your ignorance. "Listen when we go inside I want you to be quiet. Okay?" Billy nodded as you unlocked your front door. "Holy shi-" You immediately covered his mouth. "I told you to be quiet." Slowly you pulled your hand away and he stepped into the house. "What year do you think it is?" You shut the door as quietly as possible knowing your dad could get up at anytime. "Oh shut up." Billy looked around at the old pictures, the old decor, really the old everything. Billy didn't come from rich parents like Stu. Your house was definitely bigger and better but it didn't have the rich person feel. Billy's house wasn't the problem for him, it was the people in it. It used to be a happy home but all that was waiting for him now was alcohol and fights.

While you sat your bags down he looked around the place. It looked like no one had bought anything new for the place since the 70s. The TV in the living room was 90% wood and the kitchen was a tacky yellow. All the appliances on the counters had to be at least 20 years old. Hell the phone on the wall was a rotary dial phone. Billy felt like he was walking into the Myers house.

"Let's go!" You whisper yelled at him the heavy gas can pulling on your arm. "Give it to me." Billy grabbed the can with ease helping you out the front door. He went ahead and filled the car up for you so you could run the empty can back inside. "Thank you." You said with a huff throwing yourself in the driver seat. "It's nothing." He replied already ready to go. Before you did anything you peeled the heels off your feet tossing them in the back seat. The next to come off were your ripped stockings. Billy watched as your upper thigh was exposed. He could see the hem of your pink underwear before you caught him.

"Perv." You smiled knowing he had to be a little flustered. He just shook his head looking at the ceiling. You threw the stockings in the back seat with your shoes. Billy cleared his throat trying to start up a conversation."Your house is nice." You breathed out a laugh as you started the car. "You don't have to lie."

Billy's demeanor changed once again. Now that it was just you and him he had one leg bent on the seat so his body could face towards you. Even though your eyes were on the road you could feel his burning holes in you. "I mean it. It's different. Better than all those rich bitches we go to school with." He wasn't lying. It was hard to find anyone who had an actual personality these days.

"I know it's not everyone's cup of tea. My dad doesn't really care what I do with the house as long as there is food on the table when he gets home." Billy bit his lip in thought. "So you did all of that?" He found it impressive to say the least. "Not really. I haven't messed with much since my grandparents passed. The way the kept things always seemed nice as a kid. And I don't see the sense in wasting money on new stuff when I've got perfectly good old stuff that works." He saw the way your eyes grew wide when Stu handed you that hundred. You're not a money person. You were modest. Going through the mall you only bought one thing for yourself while Tatum begged for everything she saw.

"How often is your dad gone?" He asked. A dangerous question to answer if Billy's asking it. "He can be gone for weeks at a time. He's a truck driver. He goes where his boss tells him to go." The car goes quiet for a little while. Luckily for you it's comfortable. "What about you? How's your mom and dad?" You meant nothing hateful by it and he knew that. "I live with my dad too. My parents split up." You could feel him putting those walls back up. It was night and day with Billy. Slowly you car came to a stop in Stu's driveway. "My mom isn't in the picture either. You know if that shit ever starts to bother you, you can call me. As long as your girlfriends okay with it that is." You grabbed a pen out of the glove compartment gently pulling Billy's hand towards your lap.

His hand sat on top of your right thigh as you touched the tip of the pen to your tongue. Carefully your wrote down your phone number where the numbers were visible. Billy for the first time in awhile, he was the one who was scared. Scared of moving even the tiniest bit. A simple harsh breath would ruin whatever this was. Softly you brought his hand up to your face blowing cool air on the drying ink. "There ya go." You tossed his hand back, your gentle nature now gone. "But um yeah if you ever need to talk you can call me."

Funny enough he didn't want to call you. "Sure." Was all he could muster up. Billy finally decided he didn't want you dead like the rest of them. You were kind enough not to piss people off but you were sure of what you wanted. Too trusting, yes but it definitely helped his case. He'd have to make a new plan one that doesn't get you hurt. Well, one that doesn't get you killed.

Part 3

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[famwhy]

"You always were too smart..."

"...for your own good."

Scream 1996

Yandere! Billy Loomis X F!Reader

Synopsis: The Woodsboro massacre was a case that had been announced to be closed as soon as it was opened. The answer was obvious, right? There were two witnesses after all. Mr Prescott snapped, killed a bunch of kids, then shot himself in the head as a result of the nearing anniversary of his wife's death—two of your close friends confirmed it. Why, then, did you feel the need to meddle? Why couldn't you just mind your own goddamn business?!

Warnings: Mentions of death, Gore, Manipulation, Threat/Violence

"It just doesn't make any sense!"

None of it did. The witnesses, the evidence, the murders—it was just too big of a headache to deal with.

You didn't know why you were still doing it; still looking into this case even in the depths of midnight. It was closed, the chief said so himself—your two best friends were there, they saw what happened and recalled the events as such, their stories had even been perfectly aligned...

...almost too perfectly.

It was dumb—and you were probably being paranoid but—nothing felt right. If this was all Sidney's dad's doing then... why kill Casey Becker and Steve Orth? What did they have to do with him? You would've understood if they had attended Stu's party and were just caught in the crossfire but that wasn't the case, they were killed before the massacre—days before, in fact. Why? Why target them?

And—why would a murderer, who made sure all of his victims were dead, stab both Billy and Stu just perfectly so that he missed their vitals and didn't dig deep enough for them to actually be able to die of blood loss?—or, at least, not for a long while. Wouldn't he want to also make sure they were dead before offing himself?

The weapon too—why the hell did you only find a gun at the scene of the crime when there was evidence of a knife being used as well? If he didn't care enough to dispose of the gun he used to kill himself and others, why dispose of the knife?

None of it added up. None of it was making any sense.

"Fuck!"

Frustration coursed through you, crawling through your skin to visibly cause the bulging of your veins and urge your brows down further than ever before. The deep bags under your eyes weren't doing you any wonders either.

You were struggling and it showed.

Papers sat haphazardly strewn across the desk in front of you, each one depicting different inked up versions of the crime scene—from the body of Tatum Riley hanging by the driveway door, to the very gun that brought about the end of the accused 'murderer' himself. To the normal civilian, it would be hard to stomach—to you, it was just another Tuesday.

Except, this Tuesday seemed to really want to bash your head in.

With another aggravated huff through your lips, your hand shot out to the messy pile before sifting through it, trying to find something—anything—that would satisfy this god-awful itch in the back of your mind.

Then—a creak.

Your eyes shot up, muscles tensing as you scanned the shadows leaking through the corners of the room for the cause of the noise. One hand kept hovering above the sheets and the other slowly inched towards the drawer beneath you, fingers steadily winding around the knob before—

"Kid, what are you doing here?"

The flick of a switch came with the familiar voice that asked you that question; a voice that instantly caused your optics to widen and your back to suddenly go from lax to rigid as you clumsily fumbled around in your seat. "Sheriff!"

He grunted, voice gruff as he continued, "It's almost one, you have school tomorrow, why the hell are you still here?"

You parted your lips—ready to respond—when he squinted and scanned the desk, opening his own mouth to speak again before you could.

"Are those all from the casefile of the Woodsboro Massacre? Kid, that case is solved. It's done. The hell are you doing still in the station this late with those files?"

Your lips tugged down as your gaze trailed his own. "It just... it doesn't feel right, chief."

When he didn't respond, you chose to keep going.

"I mean, why would he kill his own daughter? I was close with Sid, I knew her and I knew how much her dad adored her—"

"That's the thing with psychos, Y/N, they—"

"He isn't just a psycho though!" That came out unnecessarily loud, and the chief seemed to think so too with the way his brow rose pointedly as soon as the words fell out, "Sorry, I... this case has been killing me all night. It just... it doesn't line up. If he really did snap, why target Casey Becker and Steve Orth days before the anniversary of his wife's death? Why specifically them? And why leave Billy and Stu with non-lethal wounds before killing himself?

"I know I should be grateful that they're still alive considering they're my best friends and all..." you continued, tone solemn, "and I am! I really am! I just... I can't help but find this all too strange."

And as you hung your head down, your ears soon perked up to the sound of several more creaks slowly growing louder as they made their way over to your seated form. 

Then, a warmth blanketed your shoulder, causing your head to tilt up and your eyes to meet with a pair that seemed to slowly soften the longer you spent looking at them.

"Look, kid, you're a genius. That's why you work at this station. That's what you worked hard to prove to everyone here. Every cop in this town respects you—including me. If you say you think something's up with this case, then I believe you."

Your eyes lit up.

"Just... promise me you won't stay up this late investigating it. You can come down to the station as soon as school is over tomorrow but let me give you a ride home today."

You could do nothing but nod vigorously, too elated to form words as of that current moment. The nodding was enough though, and soon, you found yourself situated in the chief's car, buildings passing by in a flurry of colours as he drove over the bumps of the rocky road beneath you, gaze focused ahead.

With the incessant chatter of the radio echoing in the background, you almost couldn't hear your own thoughts. But, they were there. And they were just as unyielding in their fight for your attention.

Your skin crawled at the thought of Billy's expression if he ever found out about your doubt in his eye-witness account. Stu could brush it off easily but Billy... he was troubled, to say the least. He had a lot going on and you were one of the only people he trusted enough to share it all with; so to hear that you found him suspicious in any way would... well, it would crush him.

But, justice was justice. You pursued being a detective because it needed someone to deliver it with an iron fist. If that meant having to doubt the words of someone close to you then so be it. You worked so hard to get to where you were, you would be sure to honour it wholeheartedly.

"Here we are, kid." You blinked, turning to the officer beside you. "Get some rest, alright? See you tomorrow."

With a nod, you stepped out of the vehicle, and it didn't move an inch until you made it inside the house—staying there for a couple more seconds after the door closed before the wheels turned again as he started off once more.

And you didn't know if it was just because he was gone—his presence always being able to make you feel so much more safe than you did on a daily basis—but... a sudden chill ran down your spine, pricking your skin with a feeling you couldn't quite place your finger on but an unsettling one nonetheless.

You didn't quite get enough sleep that night.

But then again, when did you ever? Perhaps your paranoia was at an all time high because of insomnia—but, you digressed.

Besides, it was a new day and you had just arrived at school. You should focus—

—that was a lot easier said than done, though. Almost mindlessly staring into your open locker, you let your thoughts drift to the nefarious case for the umpteenth time. 

Stop it, Y/N. Save it for the station.

With a sigh, you slammed the door shut and almost jumped when you caught view of what seemed to suddenly appear by your side.

There, stood one of the very boys your mind couldn't seem to hold off on thinking about recently—leaning against the locker with his defined arms crossed over his chest and his parted bangs falling over his face to frame it perfectly, basically forcing you to notice the way his lips were slightly twitched up as he gazed back at you.

"Billy," you whispered.

"Y/N," he responded, lips twitching up just a bit more, "I was wondering if you wanted to come over later? Watch a movie with me? I was gonna watch with Stu but then his family had that last minute trip thing."

Instantly, you were brought back to your conversation with the chief yesterday and your gaze drifted off to the side as you spoke—albeit a bit hesitantly—"I don't know... I should really get down to the station..."

He frowned at that, one arm unfolding to reach for your own, landing on your bicep before his fingertips slowly trailed down, ghosting over the exposed skin to send tingles down your spine as his palm finally found yours, fingers interweaving not too long after.

"C'mon, you spend so much time at the station now—it's like you're more hung up on this case than me. I barely ever get to see you. I miss my favourite girl."

That was true. Not the part about him barely seeing you (well, that was true too but—), the part about you being more hung up on the case than him—and he was actually there in person. It had only been a few days but Billy and Stu had seemed to move on just fine—which was strange considering the fact that, y'know, both of their girlfriends were dead.

Maybe, if you said yes, you'd be able to ask some specific questions to Billy; see if he was hiding any details from you.

"Okay," slowly, you nodded, "Yeah, sure, I'll come over."

At that, his lids fell halfway down his eyes before he purred out—voice borderline seductive—"Perfect."

To any girl who was none the wiser, that would send pleasant shivers down their spine—the shivers running down your spine, though, were anything but pleasant.

The rest of the school day breezed by and all you could find yourself thinking about was the case and Billy—he was practically living rent-free in your head. Even as he showed up at your last class—leaning against the wall in that way that just screamed Billy Loomis—you found yourself too stuck in your thoughts about him to be able to pay attention to the real him.

And he noticed.

"Y/N? You good?"

You blinked, tilting your head to his form as he walked beside you, the light breeze blowing slightly against his beautiful brown locks. "Yeah, I'm fine."

He frowned, reaching the hand that had been brushing against your own this whole time further towards you before asking, "You sure?"

Lightly, and as subtly as you could, you pulled your hand away. "Yeah, I'm sure."

He tilted his head down towards where your hands would've met and you watched as his lips pulled taut, expression almost appearing... blank as he stared at the empty space before his gaze flitted back up and he stuffed his hands into his pockets, muttering out a gruff 'okay' as he did so.

The rest of the walk to his house was silent—the wind and mindless chatter of other teenagers being the only thing your ears could pick up on.

And as you made it to his door, your heart constricted a little—thoughts wandering back to the look on his face after you rejected his seek for touch. Billy wasn't usually a physical person, at least, not with anyone but you and his now-dead girlfriend.

Though, even with Sid, his touch seemed a little more tense and uncertain than with you. You noticed the way he barely hesitated to hold you; the way he almost seemed relieved when he did finally get to feel you—be it against him or just your presence in the room. 

If you didn't know any better, you'd say he had a crush on you. But he had a girlfriend already—one he asked out, no less—so that couldn't be the case. The only explanation was that he really valued you as a friend. And that thought pricked you so much more than it should've.

Perhaps... perhaps you were being too paranoid with your thinking. The case was done. Over. You should just lay it to rest before you ended up really hurting one of your best friends.

Yeah... yeah. You'd do just that. You were going to enjoy this day with Billy. No more getting caught up in cases that were already solved. Nope. It was time to be there for your best friend.

With that thought in mind, you reached out your hand, slowly intertwining your fingers with the tall boy's own as he opened the doors of his home—pausing for a moment to glance back at you with wide eyes before his lips stretched up more than you had ever seen before and he tugged on your arm.

It was the littlest of force but it was sudden enough to send you tumbling into his chest as his arms engulfed you wholy; entirely. You could practically feel that familiar sense of relief radiating off his form and you couldn't help the laugh that echoed off yours.

"God, I missed you," he mumbled into your hair and a small, gentle smile graced your lips.

"I missed you too."

You stood there for a few more moments, basking in each others presence for just a little longer before you decided to pull away—albeit being met with a little resistance from Billy's end but, you were eventually successful.

"Alright, c'mon, you big sap, let's go in and watch your favourite scary movie." 

He grinned at that, instantly moving to grab your hand again as he led you to his room—rushing through the clear, monotone halls before he arrived at his wooden door and opened it with a wide swing of his arm. 

Soon, you found yourself seated on his bed, feet kicking back and forth as you awaited his presence. He had gone to go retrieve the VHS containing his movie from the ground floor so it was just you sat in the confines of the room riddled to the brim with horror posters from all sorts of media.

For a jock, he sure was a nerd.

One particular thing stood out to you, though—a small, rectangular bit of paper clipped to a string. It illustrated a smaller version of both yourself and Billy, stood beside each other with large grins on your faces—carefree and bright in their nature; loving and tender.

He still had that?

Unable to stop yourself, you moved to get a closer look—

—only to almost stumble when your foot caught the edge of something that certainly wasn't the ground.

A box—dull and beaten up. It was made up purely of cardboard which definitely wasn't doing it any wonders when it came to durability, that was for sure. The brown colour was quite unsightly to look at and the way some parts seemed almost... maroon was strange, to say the least.

Ever the investigator, you almost couldn't help the way your fingers naturally curved around the lid, slowly lifting the rough material up before shifting it to the side just in time to catch a familiar mask staring right back at you.

Mouth opened wide in an endless scream as soulless black eyes glared into your form—the sharp silver of a cutting blade coated in crimson laying beside it. It was almost too much to process at once.

And as you picked up the leather notepad sat beneath the dark robe under the mask, the gears slowly started turning in your head.

Flicking through the pages only further solidified your conclusion.

That mask belonged to Ghostface. That knife laying next to it was coated in blood. Unless there was some other murder that happened between now and the massacre, this was definitely the missing evidence from the crime scene. 

And it was all in Billy Loomis' room.

You had an inkling, but this... this was on a whole other level.

The notebook detailed different ways to rid yourself of evidence when committing a murder, each one being linked back to a particular horror movie—even going as far as to have quotes obsessively scribbled near them with timestamps and everything. It was insane.

But, by far, the craziest thing was that Billy—your Billy—committed all of this. And if Billy was in on it, then so was Stu.

They both had murdered your whole friendship group that night.

Your fingers shook as you slowly stood up, legs barely able to hold your weight with how weak that realisation rendered you. It was like a bucket of ice cold water had been splashed onto you, drenching you from head to toe with the cruelty of the world.

Then—a click.

Slowly, you turned, book slipping from between your fingers as your eyes landed on the figure at the doorway.

Instantly, your hands shot up.

Billy stood there—expression blank as his eyes seemed almost... lifeless—with one hand raised and fingers wrapped around a black L-shaped object.

Your muscles grew tense. "Billy..."

"Stu's a fucking idiot," scoffed he, "I told him to burn all that stuff but he insisted we keep it as some sort of memento mori—something to remember our success with."

He took a step forward. You took a step back.

"But let's be honest, Y/N, you would've found out eventually, right?" As he spoke, your gaze stayed trained onto the gun, watching as he flailed it around—pupils shaking and hysteria slowly but surely clouding his eyes. "You always were too smart for your own good."

Your heart was beating ten miles a minute, practically playing drums in your ears with how loud it was as you continued to back away. "Billy, put the gun down."

"Y'know, Stu wanted to kill you... but I said no. Wanna know why?" He was now grinning from ear-to-ear. "'Cause I love you. I always have. Even as I was fucking that stupid whore Sidney that night, all I could think of was you."

You were running out of room to move back to. "Billy..."

"There! I confessed!" He suddenly rose his volume, and you winced a little. "Isn't that what you want?! A confession?! There's your fucking confession, Y/N!"

Getting kind of sick of all the ignoring, you spat back, "You know damn well that isn't the type of confession I want!"

"Well, maybe if your hadn't been such a snooping whore I wouldn't have to give you it!" 

Here. There. Everywhere. He kept pointing that thing around so carelessly while his finger stayed hovering over the trigger, just one jerk away from a misfire; one jerk away from your possible end.

"Oh, baby, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. I promise."

"Billy! Be careful with that damn thing!"

A slam.

"You know, Y/N, I wouldn't even have to use this if you minded your own goddamn business!"

Your back hit the wall, and the barrel was now pointing directly. at. you.

"So pretty for me," he whispered, voice having mellowed out so suddenly—so dementedly—you almost couldn't believe your ears as he closed in on you, practically pressing his body right up against yours, "My pretty girl."

The barrel of the gun was directly under your chin now, being used to tilt your head and lock your gaze with his own, crazed one.

"Such a clever girl, aren't you, dollface?" His praises came out steadily, voice low and husky as he continued to coo, "My clever little detective."

And as the world went black around you, you caught one more voice enter the room.

"Took ya long enough."

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