#◦•● Interactions [Sidney & Billy] ●•◦

[x-theevilinside-x]

@hostiae asked:

❛ i’m playing the villain, just like you wanted. ❜ ( billy to sidney)

Sidney stared back at Billy, her eyes filled with a mix of confusion and disbelief. The words echoed in her mind, replaying the countless conversations they had shared before everything went horribly wrong. How could he say that? How could he claim to be playing the villain she had never wanted? 

Billy's words hung heavy in the air, taunting Sidney's shattered trust. It was as if he was mocking their past connection, twisting it into something sinister and twisted. " Like I wanted? Billy someone was there last night and tried to kill me. You were the only person they found. Maybe you could be a little more understanding about that?  " She shot right back at him. It was clear that tensions were running high between them. The exchange of harsh words only intensified the already strained atmosphere. The air was thick with resentment, and it seemed that resolving their differences would require more than just a simple apology from either side.  

[infcinity]

sidney & billy ( @mischiefxmuses )

"what do you want?" sidney spat, narrowing her eyes at the other. she'd just dropped her daughter off at daycare and was glad that she wasn't here when she'd run into billy - that was something she didn't need to see.

[fearlessmuses]

📞 ───── oh sidney, sidney, sidney. surely there was some song written that could describe all that wove between them. did she even know what she did to him, what she truly did to him? did she even care? she played victim, like her -- if his train of thought considered down this road he was going to lose it, and he couldn't afford to lose it. not yet. not now. "we should go out." he spoke as he flipped off the movie and turned towards her. purely out of need for a distraction these mundane films were no longer providing him.

@aigonakru ♥ for a starter from billy loomis for sidney prescott

[antihcroes]

@somekindofstrnge liked for a starter from a newly added/underused muse!

Sidney let out a little sniffle as she scooted closer to Billy, resting a head on his shoulder. "I just ... miss her so much, they say it gets easier, but I feel like I'm still waiting for that to happen." She let a few tears fall. "It's so unfair that someone had to take her from me. Didn't he care that she had a daughter who still needed her?"

[cutcaspers]

tag drop! tatum riley

[whateverloomis]

"Only if you come over" || Modern Scream (1996) one-shot

Billy Loomis x GN AFAB reader 🔞

A/N: I was wondering what Billy and/or Stu would be like in modern times, and how'd they interact over text and such, so I wrote some sexting/phone sex fun with Billy ;)

Warnings: Phone sex, sexting, description of nude pictures and videos, mentions of choking, a lot of dirty talk, Billy's a fuckboy (lol,) use of sex toy (vibrator,) reader has predetermined interests, no pronouns used flr reader, AFAB reader, unedited

Word count: 1.2k

*New text message*

Billy: Hey

You rolled your eyes when you opened the message and saw it was Billy Loomis once again.

You guys had been on and off playing a dangerous game of cat and mouse. You needed to stop, but the attention and adrenaline rush was addicting. You allowed selfishness to take over you.

You weren't close to his friend group, the ones you talked to the most were Randy and Stu since they were the loudest. Plus, you were sure Stu wanted in the little game you and Billy had with each other, despite both of them being taken.

Other than casual interactions, you were just another nice classmate that was nice to talk to. Nothing else.

Except for Billy.

You were his distraction. Entertainment. He was tired of trying to fuck Sidney to be able to kill her once and for all.

He needed some release, and you provided that for him.

For you? It was basically the same, but it was an addiction that came from trying to keep your mind off your murdered friends. Casey and Steve. Instead of using drugs or drowning yourself in alcohol, you used the thrill of sex and seducing unavailable people just for that addictive rush of endorphins.

It had been about three weeks since you and Billy had any sexual contact and he was starting to crave you. He tried to get your attention by liking your posts and stories on the socials because there was no way in hell he was going to demonstrate that he needed you, but he grew tired of waiting.

You: Hey ☺️

Billy: How've you been? It's been a while...

You: Yes, it has. I've been good, hbu?

Billy: I've been missing you

There he went, with his straightforward pick up lines. You hated it and loved it all the same. You knew he was a player, but gosh did it feel good to be bad once in a while.

You: Is that so?

Billy: Yes, I can't stop thinking about your taste, how good that pussy feels around my cock...

Ugh, and you missed him too. The way he filled you up and pounded into you. You didn't want to play hard to get at, it was so fun to mess around with him and rile him up.

You: I don't believe you, Loomis. I might need some evidence.

Billy: Only if I get something in return ☺️

Such an asshole.

You: You know I play nice when I get what I want 😌

Billy: *New image*

You opened the picture and Billy was sitting on a desk chair in front of a mirror. He was shirtless, wearing grey sweatpants and you could see the outline of his hard cock. His veiny hand rested over his thigh and you couldn't help but imagine it wrapped around your neck.

Billy: How's that for evidence baby?

You: *New image*

You took a selfie of yourself sitting on the edge of the bed so your thighs looked extra thick. You had a black lace thong on with a white crop top that sat right under your nipples. It exposed your underboob perfectly and the tiniest bit of your hard buds.

Billy: Fuck, you're driving me crazy...

Billy: *New video*

He was in the same position as the picture only this time he was running his hand up and down his clothed length. You could see his cock twitching from how sensitive it was and Billy threw his head back, exposing his neck.

You felt yourself grow wet at the visual and the slight impatientness of wanting him with you was starting to grow.

You: *New video*

You ran your hand over your tits and lifted your shirt up teasingly, squeezing and pinching your nipples while releasing little moans. You knew that drove him crazy and he wouldn't be able to resist.

*Incoming call from Billy*

"Hey" you answered, your voice was soft and teasy.

"Let me hear your cute little moans baby" Billy said, his voice lower than usual.

You slid your hand between your legs and began teasing yourself, rubbing your clit in circles softly. "Mmhh... Tell me what you'd do to me right now" You replied, moaning just how he likes it.

Billy was already fucking himself agonizingly slow with his hand, panting softly. "I'd bury my face between those perfect thighs of yours and taste you while finger fucking you. Just how you like it." He replied and you whined at his description. You could feel his touch just by imagining him there doing exactly what he described.

You reached for your nightstand and grabbed your small wand vibrator from the drawer. Billy's breathing got heavier in your ear and you wished you could feel his hot breath against you.

"Mm, what if I rode your face instead? Grind against your mouth slowly..." You said and Billy chuckled, you could hear him smirking and bit your lip in response. "You know me so well." He responded and moaned at the end of his sentence.

You turned the vibrator on and ran it over your clothed center to further tease yourself and breathed heavier as the seconds went by.

Billy thrust into his hand imagining that he was pounding into you from underneath. Your favorite position. You could hear him cursing and the obscene sounds of his hand stroking his cock.

You could imagine him sitting in his room by himself in front of that mirror, fucking himself to the thought of your cunt wrapped around him.

Better yet, you envisioned yourself sitting on his cock and riding him slowly. his hands on your hips, holding you tightly as he meets your hips half way, burying his cock deep inside you.

You wanted to pull his hair and hear him groan against your skin while you bounced on him and gave him the perfect view of your tits.

Gosh you needed him to grab your neck and choke you until you felt faint and whimpered in the pleasure that asphyxiation elicits in your body.

By that point you had thrown your underwear somewhere across the room and held your vibrator against your clit.

"Fuck... Billy please, I need you so bad..." You moaned while reaching your throbbing hole with your free hand and teasing yourself with your fingers.

"Fuck yourself for me. Let me hear you baby." Billy moaned and you slipped two fingers inside you, pumping them in and out of you at a steady pace.

"You... Feel so good inside me." You whimpered and Billy groaned. He loved hearing you beg for him when he wasn't even there with you.

He was approaching his orgasm quickly. The sound of your moans were just enough to make him explode, but fuck did he want to feel you too.

"Mmm, I'm so close to cumming inside you" Billy whispered and you whined at his words. You needed to feel him release inside you so bad.

"Fuck, Billy... I'm gonna cuuum" you whined pathetically and he chuckled despite him being just as close as you.

Your legs shook as you came around your fingers with your vibrator pressed firmly against your clit. You moaned into the phone pornographically and that alone made Billy cum all over his hand.

You both breathed heavily for a brief moment before Billy spoke; "I wish you were here to clean the mess you made on me."

You scoffed playfully and replied; "You're such an asshole. I'm gonna shower, I'll text you in a bit."

"Round two?" Billy said teasingly followed by a breathy laugh.

"Only if you come over."

[nolovelingers]

WHEN THEY’RE JEALOUS ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

⋆ ★ movies :: scream ,, scream v ,, scream vi

characters used ᝰ.ᐟ billy loomis / stu macher / sidney prescott / wes hicks / ethan kirsch (landry) / tara carpenter / mindy meeks martin / chad meeks martin

🎧 cw — jealousy (obvi) ,, violence and dark themes (only for the ghost faces) ,, possessiveness ,, gn!reader except for stu and mindys part !!!

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ೄྀ࿐ BILLY LOOMIS ˊˎ-

billy doesn’t really get jealous often. he’s extremely self-confident in himself and knows that there really is no one better than him. he knows you wouldn’t dare leave him for another, but that doesn’t stop the occasional feeling of possessiveness creeping through his mind at the sight of seeing you with another guy.

he definitely doesn’t mention it to you, not wanting you to know that the sight got to him, even if it was only slightly, and resorts to sending a glare in the person of interests direction when you’re not facing him. the second you turn around he gives you a sweet toothy smile, both cunning and sly all the same and he makes sure to lock eyes with the person while bringing you in for a deep kiss, hand gripping your face securely as if you were a possession.

and of course, he’d send stu to kill the person later that night; not feeling like their death was worth his own time.

彡 “billy, hey.” turning to greet your boyfriend with a chastened and quick kiss to his mouth, he hums, savoring the feeling of your lips moving against his that was all too short in his opinion.

“hey doll.” the corners of his mouth itched up, a smirk creasing over his face that held mischief, a dark sense of playful fun as he observed you, eyes quickly flicking from you to the boy you were currently talking to. he looked at the kid for not longer than a few seconds before returning his stone cold gaze back to you, like the man wasn’t good enough for his eyes to settle on.

“who you talking to?” he asks, only a hint of actual curiosity lingering in his voice, meeting your eyes with his and wrapping an arm around your lower body.

“oh, this is daniel. he’s in my history class.”

billy hums, returning his eyes back to the boy, who’s name was apparently daniel, in an almost predatory way. daniel felt unease through his veins as the loomis boy studied him, and smiled a bit. “nice to meet you.” he said, and billy nodded with a straight face, suddenly holding out his hand to shake. daniel accepted the gesture, loosely shaking his hand but finding himself wincing a bit at the intensity of the blonde haired boys grip.

“im billy. (y/n)‘s boyfriend.” quick to annunciate the boyfriend bit, daniel took the hint, gulping but nodding in understandment.

“alright well, i gotta run. ill see you tomorrow.” excusing himself from the conversation, daniel walks away from the scene, shaking his hand a bit as a way to soothe some of the pain from the hand crushing grip billy had him in; and you were completely oblivious as billy smirked in victory, guiding you back to the school parking lot and quickly taking out his flip phone to text stu about their next possible victim.

ೄྀ࿐ STU MACHER ˊˎ-

unlike billy, stu is an extremely jealous cretin who quickly doubts himself when it comes to his worth in the relationship. after his very first girlfriend, casey becker, left him in the snap of her fingers for a jock, he was left to be decently insecure.

he would do anything to prevent you from having any male interaction and if he could he would have a camera on you at all times to watch you go about your day and see how you’re interacting with others who aren’t him. when he actually witnesses you talking to a guy, he’s quick to jump in.

he’s not subtle at all about it and immediately gets very touchy with you, kissing your cheek and neck in front of the dude as a ‘joke’ and goes out of his way to mock and make fun of the person in question. he will whine and beg you to leave and once you’re away from the person he asks you millions of questions, especially whether or not you were attracted to them.

just like billy, he wants the person dead and for the rest of the day all he can think about is ripping their intestines out and crucifying them to a wall. his imagination runs wild with all the ways he wanted to kill him. he asks billy about it, but billy couldn’t be bothered to care that much and unless it was really, genuinely bothering stu he’d tell him to take care of it himself. after the first three guys billy had helped stu kill all cause of his jealousy, he couldn’t be bothered anymore and he knew you would start to get suspicious. every guy you talked to was disappearing at this rate.

彡 “hey babe, who’s this?” stu jogs up to you from behind, almost crashing into your back as he slings an arm around your shoulder lazily and looks at you with a shit eating grin.

“jackson.” the man introduces himself before you can to the macher killer, and stu swivels his head to the boy. his jealousy only furthering deeper as he noticed the man to be wearing a school football uniform, a jock.

“aww, i wasn’t asking you, jason.” stu’s face falls completely and you turn to him with a devastated look, feeling embarrassed in front of your classmate. “i was asking my beautiful girlfriend.” he pulls you closer to him, his big signature wide mouth smile making its way back over his face. “dont you think she’s beautiful? isn’t she just so pretty? come on jerry you can be honest, my girlfriends hot, isn’t she?” the boys tone had drastically went from playful to deadly, like he was testing him

“stu macher, this is my english teachers teaching assistant!” you warn, your face flushing a red color at stu’s outburst but your boyfriend doesn’t seem to care at all as he doesn’t even look at you, taking a bit of a step closer to the jock.

“oh, so you’re smart then, huh? well, clearly not that much, wearing something as tacky as that. you get dressed in the dark this morning?” he sticks his tongue out, laughing at his own joke and apparently thinking it was the funniest thing in the world as he starts to giggle with a crazed look in his eye, and though jackson felt offended and wanted nothing more than to step forward and suckerpunch macher right in the face, something about the way his eyes held mania and instability freaked the jock out.

he scoffed, rolling his eyes and walking away from the couple. jackson doesn’t even make it three feet away and you can’t get the words out to scold your boyfriend for his behavior before he’s turning you to face him and holding both your shoulders, a serious look on his face.

“babe, be honest with me, did you think he’s cute?”

ೄྀ࿐ SIDNEY PRESCOTT ˊˎ-

sidney was a fairly innocent girl who wasn’t used to all the feelings that came along in a relationship, and she never could quite put a label on the word she felt when she saw you talking to other girls. not every girl, just the ones who in her own eyes were particularly pretty or were openly flirty.

she found it hard to trust again after her last relationship, obviously not ending well since he killed all/most her friends and then tried to go after her, but after some time once she started to heal and you showed her love and how a healthy relationship should look and act she was quick to ease into the breath of fresh air you gave her.

she pouts a bit when she’s jealous, and she doesn’t make too big of a deal out of it. depending on her scale of jealousy she’d either mention it briefly to you so you could reassure her or she’d just make sure to be extra lovey with you the rest of the day to earn more of your love and give you extra of hers.

unlike stu or billy she doesn’t make herself present in the conversation, she’ll usually glance from a distance and maybe bring it up to her friends to ask about the girl you were talking to. not that she’d do anything with the information anyway. if she ends up meeting the girl, whether it’s while she’s with you or running into her when it’s just the two of them, she’s very friendly and would even try befriending the person to see the kind of people you surround yourself with.

彡 sidney watched from a short distance the interaction you shared with a girl who’s face was unfamiliar to her. she stood by her locker, face half hidden by the door and taking a glance in your direction every couple minutes.

she couldn’t deny that there was something about seeing you talk to another girl who in her mind was one of the most gorgeous people she’s ever seen, definitely far prettier than her, making her stomach twist and turn with uneasiness.

gnawing her lip a bit she tried to pay no mind to it, being respectful as she waited for you to finish your conversation so you could walk home together like you usually do. her patience worked as it often did, and within minutes she felt your hands snake around her back, and a sweet kiss being pressed to her temple. “hey sid.” you greeted, and she hummed, leaning her weight back into your arms.

“hi.” her voice rasped, a soft and gentle whisper and a smile made its way to her features while she turned around to face you, holding her hand out for you to take, which you gladly did.

“ready to go?”

“yeah.” she smiled, and you briskly leaned in to connect your lips with hers. her heart fluttered at the action and all her worries melted away. there was no reason to be jealous, she was definitely overreacting. she trusted you and the love you had for her.

ೄྀ࿐ WES HICKS ˊˎ-

by nature, wes was a very trusting and caring person. he’s gotten jealous maybe a total of two times throughout your entire relationship. he may have occasional worries, but it’s not typically jealousy he feels. he gets more insecure than he does jealous and reflects it on himself; wondering if he’s really good enough to be your boyfriend.

he is often very protective over you and while there are times you notice his body tense or a light touch of his hand pressed to the small of your back it’s not really jealousy he’s feeling, growing up in a household where his mother is a cop he was raised to be on high alert at all times; afraid a guy might do something to mess with you or make you uncomfortable.

however, on the very very few occasions where it’s jealousy he’s feeling rather than simple protectiveness, he seems to go eerily quiet. his eyes dart back and fourth from your face to the persons, studying your interaction and the body language you’re giving off. if asked about it he’ll brush it off as nothing and force a reassuring smile that fades the second you look away and forms again when you look back.

he won’t mention it ever again and within a few hours he’s back to his normal self. but unless you’re able to notice his jealousy the second it starts, he’s not one to talk or ask about it.

彡 the sun was shining down on the both of you as you sat outside against the tree located right outside tara’s house. you had made plans with all of your friends to have a big hangout and like usual you and your boyfriend had strayed off from the rest of the group to have some alone time.

wes was always huge on private intimacy and liked it better when it was just the two of you. not anything against his friends, he loved all of them, it was just nice to spend time with just his partner. mindy, tara and chad payed no attention as the couple wondered off outside and perched themselves against a woodsy tree. wes had his back completely against the tree, legs widened while you sat between them, your back on his chest and his head on your shoulder while he held onto your body with protective arms; his muscles flexing against you.

you were laughing at something the bleached-haired boy had said when your alone time was cut short, the sound of a door opening and chad stepping outside.

“what’re you two losers doing?” he asked, a teasing lopsided grin on his face as he approached you two after closing the door.

“hey chad, just hanging out.” you greet him with a smile and wes greets him with a ‘hey’ as well, still keeping his arms secured around you.

“mind if i join you? those two girls are kind of driving me crazy right now.” he chuckles, sitting down in front of the both of you and not paying any mind to the fact that you were both cuddled up. “(y/n), you should’ve stayed inside. mindy started recreating a scene from the mummy, it was sorta funny but made me concerned about my relations to her.” you don’t question why chad had aimed the conversation towards you but it’s enough for wes’ jaw to clench against your shoulder before he brought his head up all together and off of you.

“really? wow, im sorry i missed it.” you laugh a bit and chad smiles and laughs with you as you do. you wish you could see your boyfriends face right now as he then removed his arms from around you as well, but since you were sitting up against him you couldn’t turn around and see without making it obvious.

you try not to pay any attention to his sudden change in behavior as you continue making friendly banter with chad, noticing wes completely going mute until he dismisses himself with a toothless smile and a small apology, going back inside and leaving you and chad alone and confused.

ೄྀ࿐ ETHAN LANDRY ˊˎ-

ethan gets jealous over you almost every other day, sometimes just by simply thinking about you with someone else. he doesn’t even have to see you talk to someone, or flirt, or interact; he often accidentally makes himself jealous at the idea of being jealous. when he’s jealous he then gets flustered, and has no idea how to express the way he’s feeling.

when he actually sees someone flirting with you though, it ignites a fire in him that would sometimes scare himself. obviously he’s a violent guy, but when it comes to a potential threat between your relationship it only intensifies. he’d kill the person in the most brutal way imaginable, even torturing or fucking with them before hand.

assuming you don’t yet know about his ghostface identity, he’s still the sweet, awkward and adorable ethan youve grown to know and love. in the moment he won’t do much about it, maybe standing behind you and locking eye contact with the person, resting a hand on your hip with fragility and having mock friendliness. the second they leave though is when he gets more vocal about it, pestering you with questions and dread spilling throughout his body the more he thinks about it.

however if you were already aware of his identity he wouldn’t bother to hide his disdain, looking at the mystery person with pure unfiltered disgust and hatred as he kept you close to him and dismissed you from the conversation himself. if they dared to try and intervene or call him out on his behavior they’d better prepare for a good beating, he wouldn’t hesitate before pushing them to the ground and kicking them in the stomach and all over their body repeatedly like a typical 80s bully. he’d come back for the final kill another time when you weren’t with him.

彡 “can we go? im tired.” a very grumpy brunette mumbled from his spot next to you, defensively staring at the male you were talking to. an ‘old friend’ of yours.

“one second e,” you dismissed him without so much as a glance, continuing in your conversation with the guy in front of you. he was maybe 5’10, dark brown hair and hazel green eyes that ethan imagined running red with blood and tears. ethan could definitely take him in a fight.

he was quiet for about a whole minute before he sighs, rather loudly, glancing around the room and waiting for you to notice him. when you don’t face him at his first sigh, ethan let’s out a second huff of air, louder this time.

and you ignore him again. and he sighs again. and again. and agai-

“ethan, i swear to god.” you lecture, finally turning to face him and the guy in front of you laughs a bit at the two of you, which only makes ethan feel angrier.

“im tired. please can we go. pleasee!” he whines, articulating his best puppy dog eyes as he bats his long and dark lashes at you. and of course it works, it always does.

you agree, waving your friend goodbye who understands and sends you off with a smile. as you walk back to your dorms the questions finally roll in.

who was that guy? where’d you meet? did he go to school with the both of you? how long have you known him? what’s his relationship with his family like? do you think hes funny?

you humor him as much as you can before the questions start to get more and more invasive and you finally shut him down, leaving him with a pout as he sadly stares at the floor, making you feel bad and quickly cupping his face and peppering kisses all over. he smiles finally.

by the end of the day, none of the questions actually mattered. ethan decided already the second you approached him that he was a dead man.

ೄྀ࿐ TARA CARPENTER ˊˎ-

contrary to popular belief, tara could actually get jealous quite frequently. though it’s not as often as others on the list, she’s lost a good amount of people in her life and isn’t about to risk loosing the few she now has left.

when she’s jealous she can get snappy as well as sarcastic, to both you and the person she’s feeling jealous of. it’s either that, or she’s just sickeningly nice to both of you to mask her feelings. so sweet in fact that it’s mostly taken as being mocked by the one on the receiving end, which is usually what it is anyway.

she’ll stand by you as you converse, her arms crossed defensively and an rbf like you’ve never seen, but if you try to leave the conversation or ask her if something’s up she’ll tell you to just keep talking to the other person in an annoyed voice.

彡 “you’re so funny!” you blush a bit, embarrassed by the sudden compliment and attention you were receiving from the girl in front of you that originally only approached you for a question she had about the homework in the math class you shared.

“you’re SO funny!” behind you, an annoyed tara mocks the girl, raising her voice to sound high pitched and squeaky as she defensively held her arms crossed against her chest.

“tara,” you mumble, glancing at her expectantly and she sends you a glare, huffing and turning her head away from the both of you.

the girl in front of you awkwardly scratches her head and you give her a sympathetic smile. “thank you maria. ill see you tomorrow.” she nods, sending you an appreciative smile back before glancing at your girlfriend for a second and then quickly away as she realizes the girl was already glaring in her direction before walking away from the two of you.

you sigh, turning to face your girlfriend who still looks pissed off, a grouchy look on her face and arms crossed as she meets your eyes. “tara.” you repeat her name, saying so many things without saying another word. she sighs, dropping her arms back to her sides and looking away from you now in a bit of embarrassment.

“sorry.” she mutters, not meeting your eyes.

“no you’re not.”

she smirks a little. “no im not.”

ೄྀ࿐ MINDY MEEKS MARTIN ˊˎ-

( ↺ please only read mindys if you identify as female !! )

mindy isn’t often the jealous type and doesn’t really see many people if any at all as a threat to her. especially for no reason. the only exception for her small bursts of jealousy is when someone knows you’re dating and still goes out of their way to make a move on you.

when this happens she gets rather ticked off, probably yelling at or lecturing the person for trying to hit on someone while knowing they’re in a happy relationship. and she’ll really specify that happy bit as if to rub it in their face.

her fits don’t last very long and though she may continue to pout over it for maybe 10 minutes max afterwards all it takes is a little reassuring and she’s back to her usual self. all in all, if she’s jealous she’ll speak out about it herself.

彡 “mindy, look at me.” you instruct your girlfriend, who in fact does not look at you as she zones off into the distance with an aggravated expression.

“i do not understand how some people have the nerve. i mean seriously, she knew you had a girlfriend, she knew that girl was me, and she still went out of her way to flirt with you.” rambling on, you’re unable to get the short haired girl’s attention as she’s lost in thought.

“mindy, will you look at me?” you repeat, currently crouched down in front of her while she rocked back and fourth on a recliner.

“it’s just- it’s so frustrating! she’s such a- a- a snake!” this emits a soft chuckle to part from your lips and you finally decide to just make your girlfriend look at you instead of desperately calling out for her which didn’t seem to be working.

“i love you.” you affirm, cupping the both of her cheeks. the martin girl blushes a bit, taken off guard.

“what?”

“i love you.”

“i love you too, baby.” she smiles, and you lean up to initiate a soft kiss, her current thoughts pausing temporarily.

by the time you pull away she’s looking at you like you’re the only thing left in the world, cheekily smiling while you continue holding her face in your hands.

“sorry for making a scene back there.” she apologies, referring to back when the entire situation went down and she ended up yelling at the girl who was trying to make a move on you in the first place.

“it’s okay. it was cute. turned me on a little.”

“oh yeah?”

“yeah.” you giggled, and mindy was fast to forget about the entire situation as her priorities shifted entirely to you.

ೄྀ࿐ CHAD MEEKS MARTIN ˊˎ-

depending on how long the two of you have been together is how chad would go about handling his own jealousy. if the relationship is fairly new or it’s only in the talking stage, he’s the type to go flirt with someone else to make you jealous back, even though you weren’t doing it intentionally.

if you’re about 3 months or so into the relationship though or if he’d liked you for a really long time he wouldn’t resort to that. instead he’d try his best to intimidate the person, keep an arm around you and amplify his personality.

he’d constantly interrupt the two of you rather rudely and make his own conversation, add his own thoughts or ask random questions to the stranger. he’s shameless about it too and does it all with a smile. he’d be friendly enough to the person, trying to make his own opinion on them.

would definitely be unnecessarily affectionate, holding your hand and pressing kisses to the back of your palm or making you randomly sit on one of his legs while bouncing you up and down.

彡 you groaned a bit, your boyfriend now interrupting the conversation for what felt like the twentieth time as he continued to make his presence known, both arms hung over your shoulders as he has you pressed into his chest and his head hovering over yours.

“chad, honey, what are you doing?” you finally ask, excusing yourself for a moment from your friend to talk privately.

“what?” he feigns obliviousness, a knowing smirk on his face as he reached his hands out for you again, pulling you closer to him and resting his hands on your waist.

“you know what.” you sigh, hating the fact you were already trying to fight back a smile the boy made contort on your face.

“just tryna get to know your friends.” he shrugged, leaning a little closer to you. “seeing what’s up. making sure there’s no competition.”

you roll your eyes, finally a small laugh leaving your lips.

“but chad, i get doing that to my guy friends, i guess, but do you really have to do that to the girls too?”

“what? my sisters gay, im just being precautious. nothing unusual.” he shrugged innocently and you smiled as he pulled you into a hug.

“wait, you have guy friends?”

.ೃ࿐ a/n : this took so long to finish , towards the last couple the quality kinda worsened cause i spent all day writing these and finished those ones at night

started 08.05.23. finished 08.05.23.

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©️nolovelingers 2023

[x-theevilinside-x]

@hostiae asked:

❛ the last time we talked, didn’t you say you wanted to kill me? ❜ (billy to sidney)

Sidney froze as she heard a haunting voice from her past, her heart pounding in her chest. Disbelief washed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her feeling utterly vulnerable and exposed. Memories long buried surged forward, flooding her mind with emotions she had tried so hard to forget. Someone had to be playing a twisted and heartless prank on her. Billy Loomis had absolutely no chance of discovering her secret hiding place. The knowledge of her whereabouts was confined to just two individuals, and she was fully aware that even under the most intense pressure, they would never reveal such classified information. But it was her parting words to Billy when he escaped the crime scene that made her realize the truth.

Quickly she made sure her back was adequately protected. She had learned the hard way to never leave her back vulnerable to a potential assault. Regardless of who this person was, she was determined to triumph over them, whether it was a mere prank or Billy himself. Given her past experiences, this situation was far from being a joke. She carefully surveyed her surroundings, searching for any object that could serve as a means of self-defense.

" I could say the same about you. You wait all this time to try and finish what you started? All I can say is you want me motherfucker, come out and get me. Stop hiding like a fucking coward. "

[infcinity]

sidney prescott && billy loomis (( @mischiefxmuses ))

“you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me!” she wasn’t having a good time, not now - billy was supposed to be dead. “no. you’re dead - I fucking killed you!” sidney was just glad that she had her gun with her, something that she’d started carrying after the second attacks happened. 

[slxshrfvcker]

Jealousy, Jealousy

A complete rewrite of a requested post on my main tumblr @whisqeringwqlker (i barely use that anymore)

(This is the request by @walking-anxious-disaster made like a year or two ago 😭)

⚠️‼️MINORS DO NOT INTERACT‼️⚠️

Content warnings; Billy ‘cheating’, jealousy, fem!reader, confessions, angst, SMUT (oral w/ fem receiving, orgasm denial teasing, p in v sex) pregnancy worries(?)

Billy was getting pretty distant now days, and you were sure it was because of that Sidney girl from the third period that he recently met along side Stu and his girl…

See, you and Billy were the best of friends, tightest pair in the school, basically glued at the hip (well, besides him and Stu) and had been since you two were toddlers, maybe a bit older, as you two had met in preschool, and unknowingly formed a tight packed bond that would pretty much make sure you two were inseparable.

It seemed like every single night before Sidney he was at your house, watching those cheesy horror movies, or staying the night when he and his dad got into it over the smallest of things. Your mother always welcomed him at the house, happily letting him eat at the dinner table when he stayed and even stay in your room with the door shut, because she believed the two of you weren’t those kinds of friends and mature enough to not do anything stupid.

And now? He barely even called you, or visited your house. He wasn’t hanging out much with you anymore, only taking Stu with him to hang out with their other friends that just so happened to include Sidney Prescott. You felt alone, betrayed and upset about it, so you too started to pretty much completely avoid him, the others, and Stu. You would find yourself focusing your bitter, jealous gaze at Sidney, and would gave an excuse that you had to go to class or something to escape Billy's company if he tried to approach you. In all honesty Billy was sort of concerned about the fact you were constantly running away from him or busy with something if he did try to engage with you. It never clicked in his brain that you were just jealous, he thought he had done something wrong himself.

It was now Monday, and the sixth period had just ended, school was finally over and was letting their students out and you couldn’t be more glad about this, shoving your things into your school bag and rushing out of the classroom, you blew past Billy who was walking his way over to you after he saw you leave your classroom in such a hurry. Billy was simply coming up to invite you over to Stu’s place for a movie night, a small smile on his lips and his hand raised up as he was about to speak, but as soon as you noticed him you ducked your head down and sped-walked passed him, shoulder brushing his on the way out the school doors and you disappeared within the crowd of students. He stood there with shock on his face and his hand falling down to his side, absolutely confused to hell about why that had just occurred. He looked around in embarrassment before going to find Stu to walk to his car and go home with him.

Once you got home, your mother emerged from the kitchen with a bright smile as she dried off a dish, asking you how your day went, but with a fake smile and a hand raised to dismiss her, you gave her an excuse, saying you had homework to do and you wanted to work on it before it got too late. You went up to your bedroom and locked the door behind you as per usual since you enjoyed the privacy and your mother never thinks to knock. You sat cross-legged on your bed, grabbing your books from your bag and opening them up, taking a pencil and starting to scribbled down some lines under some pointers on what the teacher talked about that day before starting the actual assignment.

A thud at your window startled you, your head snapping up and looking at it in horror as it started sliding up, a cool breeze blowing into your room and rustling your papers. Albeit a little startled, you stood up off your bed, glancing around with a split second decision to grab anything to protect yourself before your eyes focused on an empty glass vase on the nightstand. Grabbing it quickly, you raised it up and snuck closer to the window, ready to bring it down upon the head of your intruder. The amount of relief that flooded you to see that it was only Billy caused you to exhale loudly, hand going to rest on your chest as you moved to your nightstand, placing the vase back down. “Billy, you shouldn’t be here.” You said coldly, a little too harsh than meant to be. Billy’s brows puzzled as he got in through the window, standing there while fiddling with some things on your dresser that sat by the window. “Well you were kind of avoiding me and I was worried, so I came over to check on you… are you alright?” He asked finally as his eyes met yours, taking a few strides closer to your bed as you moved to sit on it.

With a soft huff, you closed your books and stacked them on the side of your nightstand, taking a look at Billy who moved to sit carefully on your bed since he knew the frame was pretty old and the wood was starting to split. You rolled your eyes at the concern and waved your hand as a dismissal. “Sorry I’ve been so busy Billy, but it’s kind of more important than friends right now," You half assed explained.

Honestly he didn't buy any of those words you just said, but only nodded in somewhat of an understanding. "I'm a bit worried about you, Y/N/N. You’re avoiding me and acting all weird whenever I hang out with Stu and the others." He said, moving a bit to lean his upper back against the fragile wooden frame, wincing a bit as it creaked under his weight.

"I uh,” you didn’t know what to say to that, it was odd coming from him of all people. You frowned before avoiding all eye contact as you gathered the courage to admit to him why you’ve been this way to him and the others. “I’m just, I’m just jealous I guess? Because when you and Sidney started seeing each other I started noticing how much my heart would break each time you two would be so close and I realized that my feelings for you are more than platonic, so I just started avoiding you to save myself the heartbreak and embarrassment.” You seemed to murmur the whole thing, feeling odd emotions bubble in your chest.

"Woah woah woah, you think me and Sidney are dating?" He could almost laugh at that thought. When he noticed your expression his own softened and his hand moved to rest on your knee. “There's nothing going on between us, Y/N. And you could have just told me how you felt in the first place as soon as you figured them out, and this whole encounter wouldn’t have happened." Billy chuckled softly, making your cheeks heat up in embarrassment and your eyes sting with tears. "Besides, I feel that way for you too," Billy said all nonchalantly, smirking at the sight of your eyes widening and cheeks blistering with a soft rosy red. “What? Really?” You blinked in surprise at him, tears long forgotten and embarrassment faded.

Billy nodded, moving closer to you. “Yeah, of course… you haven’t noticed?” He laughed, thumb brushing the side of your knee as he gazed at you. A small smile filled your lips as you blushed a deeper shade of red, averting your gaze to meet with his. “I… I guess I haven’t,” you pointed out, swallowing as his gaze seemed to flick from your eyes to your lips, gears in his head turning as he contemplated on just kissing you then and there. “Now that we have that all out of the way,” Billy piped up after a few beads of silence. “Can we experiment a bit? Just the two of us?” He offered.

Confused by what he meant, you looked at him. “And that experiment is…?” You questioned meekly before he just smiled, shuffling closer to you and pressing his forefinger and thumb on your cheek, pulling your face closer to his as he breathed out a simple word. “This,” and with that his lips were upon yours, warm and soft like you imagined. The kiss was smooth and passionate, his lips slotting with yours perfectly as you two dipped into more heated territory. He pulled back at the first sign you both were losing air, and he grinned at you as you panted to catch your breath.

There was a comforting silence between the two of you as you gazed at each other, his thumb brushed your skin and that is what caused you to throw all reason out of the window. With your hands bunching the collar of his baby blue shirt you tugged him closer, pressing your lips to his again in a more heated, passionate, and dirty kiss. His body moved to press closer to yours as his lips moved in sync with yours, your thighs parting to allow him to slot himself between them, his upper body pushing you backwards towards the bed, his weight on top of yours now as his hips slowly ground down against yours, his clothed semi-hard on brushing against your clothes clit, causing you to let out a delicate breathless whimper. A soft groan left his lips at the sound as his lips started to trial down to your exposed collarbone.

“Billy,” you allowed yourself to moan, making him grunt, blood shooting to his cock as he enjoyed hearing you moan his name like that. “Yeah?” He lifted his head to meet your eyes as he kissed along your collarbones and even daring to pull the collar of your shirt down enough to kiss the top of your chest. “Please,” was all you could manage, needing more than just kissing and grinding. “Please what?” He dared, as he pulled back to lift your shirt off you. “Tell me princess,” he kissed and sucked marks along your chest and above your bra line.

“Please don’t make me beg,” you whined, thighs enclosing around his hips as you arched up against him, begging to be touched more. “Then what’s the fun?” Billy smirked against your skin as he pulled back to unhook your bra and toss it across the room, before taking off his own shirt. You swallowed, eyes raking up and down his chest as your hands went up to graze the light brown chest hair across his pecks and the dark pink scar that ran along his sternum. “What’s this from?” You dared, as he kissed along your jaw and neck, humming at your question. “Surgery,” he simply said as he moved his lips down your body, paying extra attention to the spot below your belly button before he got to the button on your denim jeans.

His hands expertly popped the button open and dragged the zipper down, sliding your jeans and underwear off with one fluid motion. He tossed them in the same direction of your bra before his lips kissed and sucked lightly on your folds, before he parted them and licked a broad strip from your dripping hole to your clit, making sure to flick it at the end to feel you jolt against him. He smirked and his arms caged around your knees as he kept your thighs parted, tongue licking circles around your clit and pressing flatly against your seeping hole. Hearing your soft moans caused him to get impossibly harder, aching in his jeans. He ate your pussy like a starved man, tongue delving into your heat before be glided it along your clit again, before starting the same cycle again. Your breaths were picking up and you were mewling under his touch, pussy fluttering from his skilled mouth.

“S-stop teasing!” You whined as you wanted more than this. You felt him smirk before his arm left one of your knees, only to squeak out when you felt his fingertips grazing your hole, his tongue flicking against your clit as they did so. You moaned for him, bucking your hips up. He finally slipped one finger into your needy cunt, curling it once to find your spot, and once he did he added another finger, and then another once you were stretched enough. His skilled tongue and fingers worked you up to the point of teetering of the edge of bliss, but as of off cue he pulled his fingers from you and stopped licking all together. He smirked up at you, his lips and chin glistening with your juices as he gave you a cheeky look.

“Asshole,” you cried out, feeling your orgasm fading. “Please stop teasing Bill,” you let the whimper escape your throat. He chuckled and tutted before letting go of you and undoing his jeans, pulling them off and tossing them across the room with his boxers too. He crawled up your body and kissed you, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue. Moaning out, you felt him reach down and glide his hard on through your wet folds, gathering enough lubricant on his dick before he positioned it at your fluttering hole, gently pushing in enough to get the tip in. He let out a breathless groan as he continued pushing into you at an agonizingly slow pace, letting you adjust to his massive size. He listened to your little mewls and whimpers as he filled you to the brim, bottoming out completely. His forehead pressed against yours as he slowly pulled back from you and the slammed his hips into you again, making your body jolt upwards with the force.

You cried out, hands grasping at his back and shoulder blades, nails raking down his skin as he started to set a somewhat slow but hard pace, his lips kissing yours with fever as he started to pick up speed eventually. Your breaths mingled as his eyes stared deep into yours, brown meet E/C orbs as he thrusted sharply into your cunt. “Billy,” you moaned, pussy fluttering as you needed some more stimulation to get you to your much needed orgasm. He took the sign and reached his hand down between your bodies, finding your clit and brushing his thumb in tight circles against it, which caused your eyes to roll and mouth fall open, tongue lolling out the side. You moaned, getting louder with each passing second until he had to kiss you to silence you, his thumb brushing faster with his movements as he grew closer to his own high.

Within seconds your pussy contracted on his dick and you tumbled into the blissful orgasm you had needed since the start, thighs trembling as you struggled to keep them parted, pussy fluttering and contracting on his cock as he struggled to hold his own orgasm back, thumb and dick working your through yours before he allowed himself to cum, his hips stuttering and stilling, dick buried into yours still-fluttering cunt as he spilled his seed into you, his breathing labored with yours as you both started coming down from your respective highs. He stayed in you for a moment, head pressed to your chest as he tried catching his breath along side you. His eyes were closed and he settled in the bliss of post-orgasm with you until it was rudely interrupted by your mother calling your name from outside your door, jiggling the door handle. “Y/N? Dinner is ready! Cmon!” She called as she went back downstairs. You both looked at eachother and let out soft laughs as he parted from you, pulling his softened cock out of you as he sat back and watched his cum flow out of you, his fingers going over pushing it back in.

You smiled sleepily at him, before realizing the two of you forgot protection. “Oh fuck, Billy we forgot—“ he silenced you with a quick kiss. “Shhh shhh, it’s fine, I doubt it’s gonna make a difference or do anything, and if it does we will handle it, okay?” He said as he got up off the bed and started to dress himself. You frowned before nodding, getting out of bed and getting dressed as well. It wasn’t until you got by your door you noticed the bed tilting to the side, the leg had snapped in the process of your guys’ fucking. You giggled as he noticed it too. “Oh shit,” he laughed with you before you sighed in remembrance of dinner downstairs.

“Do you wanna stay? you can leave through the window and go to the front door to make it seem we didn’t just fuck.” You giggled a bit, and he hummed. “I would love to, Y/N/N, but like you I also have homework to do so I should be getting home… I’ll make it up to you I promise. Okay? I’ll see you at school tomorrow?” He moved to embrace you, and you sighed, smiling and leaning into his touch. “Okay, I’m holding you to that…” you said as he pulled away. “Okay. I love you,” he murmured as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. You kissed him back and smiled, waving as he climbed out of the window and disappeared into the night. Sighing you went downstairs, then a thought occurred. How would you explain the bed to your mom?

[wvsteria]

sidney wasn't going to let him get to her. he'd lost any bit of power he had over her the moment she learned the truth. "you don't get to hurt me anymore, billy. you're a pathetic loser that i have already dealt with once." if she had to be on her guard again, she would be. but she would never let him get the best of her again. "just get it over with, billy. if you want to kill me so badly, do it already or get the hell out of my way."

"Such choice words, Sid. Kiss your mom with that mouth, oh wait..." Billy shook his head. Seeing her face filled him with such rage. If she had just died like she should have then nothing would have happened to Sam or Tara. "I might. If you ask nicely." He hadn't decided yet if he would go after her again or not. If he had the opportunity to end her, it was likely that he would.

[prettybabybaby]

Billy Loomis no con-ing Sidney’s younger sister in front of her but she can’t do anything because he has a gun to the sisters head 😋

¡ 18+ only ! ¡ minors do not interact !

content: noncon, dark!billy loomis, adopted!prescott!reader, gun (not detailed)

¡ scream masterlist !

everything is blurry, muddled by salty water filling your eyes. the cold metal had warmed as it pressed against your sweaty, hot head. the damp curtains of billy’s hair swing up and down his face with every thrust of his hips and his warm pants fan your face in sync.

you can see sidney’s faint outline and hear her protests despite the thumping of your heart and the distracting sound of your wetness and slapping skin. you blink, catching the way her hands rest on the sides of her face and fire blazes in her watery eyes.

billy’s thumb swipes your scorching cheek, coating the pad with your river of tears before he slipped it into your parted lips. he let out a breathy laugh when you recoiled, brows pulled together.

you finally made eye contact with sidney, going from restrained, silent cries to sobs at the helpless look in her eyes.

[dopeasspancake]

Can't stop thinking about the concept of post-Scream (1996) and Billy and Stu's spirits being tied to Sidney for whatever reason. Maybe it's penance. Maybe it's unfinished business. Maybe they never figure it out. But they're just kind of stuck following her.

And maybe it takes her a while to notice. Maybe it takes Billy and Stu a while to become proficient enough at haunting for her to see/hear them and for them to be able to interact with objects or the living. At first they're not even sure they want Sid to know they're there.

But it eventually happens. And NONE of them are thrilled about the situation. For a long while. Maybe Stu finds it kind of funny, but Billy and Sid are PISSED. Billy & Stu aren't always around, though. They sometimes disappear for hours or even days at a time, but they always come back. They have no choice.

They follow Sidney to Windsor College, mock her choice in studies, and cannot stand her boyfriend Derek ("He's so corny it's painful, Sid.") And although Billy & Stu love finding out that they've inspired their own horror movie, they DON'T appreciate the new Ghostface(s) targeting Sidney. Sidney was THEIR final girl and she beat them fair and square. This New Guy should be more original, in their opinion.

When Sidney is distraught over Randy's untimely murder, Billy & Stu are actually a little bummed for her. And him. Stu was even rooting for them a bit. Thought Sid & Randy would have been cute together, but oh well.

And maybe Billy still hates Sidney, but he kind of respects her. He was once genuinely in love with her, before everything. Maybe Stu, who only ever got involved for funsies (and because he'd follow Billy to the ends of the earth) is even a little attached to her. So maybe they do their ghostly best to watch out for her (not that they'd actually tell her this, of course).

And when Billy eventually finds out one of the Ghostface killers was his mom, he spirals a bit (because why does she care NOW but not before he died? What right did she even have to be angry? SHE left HIM). And all Sidney can tell him is "Well, she's dead now."

After Sidney escapes death yet again following the Hollywood murders, she has to deal with several weeks of a falling out between her ghosts. Stu was there, he heard what Roman said about giving Billy pointers. About having a partner he could sell out if need be. And that had hurt more than any knife or smashed TV ever could.

(After a few weeks and with mediation from Sid, Billy finally confesses he never planned to sell Stu out. Only liked the idea of a partner, of not being alone, and Stu was the only person in the world Billy trusted with his life. And who Billy knew was unhinged enough to agree to murder for his friend. Getting this information out of Billy is like pulling teeth because not even death has cured his emotional constipation.)

And this just continues on through the franchise. And despite the fact that Sidney will never forgive Billy & Stu for what they did, she gets used to their presence. Even eventually begins to appreciate them, as fucked up as it is. They become a familiar constant in her life.

When they tease or mock her, Sid's not afraid to remind Stu that she dropped a TV on his face. Or that she put a bullet between Billy's eyes and would gladly do it again. But funny enough, she eventually says these things with very little malice. It's almost like a fun little inside joke. And to be fair, Stu can't think of a more ironic way for him to have died. He gets giggly about it sometimes.

They make fun of Sidney when she starts dating her eventual husband. They make fun of her even harder while she's pregnant because she's often tired, sore, and easily irritated. And while neither Billy nor Stu are big fans of kids, they have to admit Sid and Mark make some pretty cute ones.

Sidney is the one to break the news to Billy, "Congratulations, it's a girl" but 25 years late. She also has to break the news that his daughter is the latest target. And that Stu's nephew was already a victim. Both ghosts are left reeling over this information. Stu is weirdly disappointed to find out Billy cheated on Sid.

("Really, Billy? Didn't you plan an entire murder all because your dad cheated on your mom? And then you had the nerve...?!"

"Stu, while I appreciate you coming to my defense, I find it... fascinating that you're fine with murder but infidelity is where you draw the morality line."

"It's the hypocrisy, Sid! And you didn't deserve that."

"You literally both tried to murder me."

"... not the point, Sid."

If Billy wasn't so flabbergasted at the time, he might have felt more ashamed and embarrassed.)

When Sidney realizes what house Sam is at, Billy & Stu stay with her as she rushes headfirst into danger. All 3 of them are a little sick at setting foot back in that house. Billy & Stu are downright disgusted when they realize the killers are once again The Boyfriend and The Friend. ("Have some fucking originality, I am begging these kids.")

Billy later ends up genuinely thanking Sidney for helping save his daughter. They laugh over the irony of it all. Stu thinks about how Sam reminds him a lot of Sid, weirdly enough. But also of Billy, in some ways. He doesn't say these things out loud. But he does feel oddly protective of the young woman.

And I honestly have no idea how or when to end this concept, it could theoretically go on for decades... but I'm def obsessed with the idea obviously. So, if you actually read through all this (thank you and) feel free to expand upon the idea.

Maybe one day I'll get my shit together and write it out in detail myself. But probably not. BUT MAYBE.

UPDATE: after tons of positive feedback and although I am absolutely shitting myself with nerves, I have officially posted the first chapter of The Ghosts of Our Past for anyone interested.

[grimoireofhayley]

Of Friends and Horror

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader x Billy Loomis

WARNINGS: Graphic content, Smut (MINORS DNI), Language, Talks of SA, Cheating, Obsessiveness, Gore, 18+ Content, Stalking, Possessiveness, Dirty talk, Religion talk, Suppressed Mental Health problems (I.e., reader has some issues that she isn't aware of)

Word Count: 0.9k

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A/n: I promise the chapters from this moment onward will be longer! I haven’t proofread this chapter yet, but I’m working on it as it’s published. I can’t leave ya starving now can I? 😜

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Chapter 12

You stood a few meters away from the door, contemplating on how you were going to walk up to both Sidney and Tatum and act like you didn’t just have a heavy-heated make out session with Billy that almost ended up with your back pressed against the glass window; being railed from the front.

The door opened again, startling you from your thoughts as Billy and Officer Brinks came out.

You watched closely, frowning.

Billy was cuffed and being held aggressively against his own will and his dad only stood a few feet away from him, not even trying to hide the fact he was disappointed in his son.

Billy looked at his father, his white shirt clinging to his muscles from the amount of sweat that was coming off of him, defining them more than needed.

“Tell ‘em.” Billy began, his voice cracking. “Come on, Dad, tell ‘em!”

“Just wait for the lawyer, Billy.” His dad stated, unimpressed.

You wanted to run up to Billy and hug him close, but the interaction you had prior made it impossible for you to even budge.

“Sidney!”

This caught you off guard.

“Sidney, come on, you know me.” He whined, fighting against Officer Brinks’ hold, but the man was far too strong as his grip only strengthened, pulling Billy towards his cell. “Sidney, baby!” He hollered, not noticing your presence in the background.

‘I was merely just a distraction…’ You thought, baffled. ‘How could he do and say that to me, and then beg Sidney to look at him, like we didn’t just almost fuck back there..’ You cringed, biting your lip, trying your hardest not to let any tears build up again, but you failed.

Sniffling, you looked to the side, spotting Tatum, fortunately, she was already heading your way.

“(N/n), we’re going to get you and Sid out of here, okay?” She beamed, placing a hand on your back and began rubbing circles in an attempt to keep you from breaking down.

She gently grabbed your hand after a few seconds and dragged you towards Sidney, who was balling her eyes out.

Tatum looked ahead, seeing her brother, Dewey.

“Hey, Dewey. Can we go now?” She asked, impatient.

“Yeah, hold on a second.” He mumbled, but Tatum wasn’t having it.

“God dammit, Dewey!” She screeched, outstretching her arms to the side, in the process, she let go of your hand as aggravation strung along.

Dewey glared, stomping from his boss.

“What did Mama tell you?” He hissed, “When I’m wearing this badge, you treat me like a man of the law.”

You and Sidney just stared at each other, not sure what to say or do and for a minute, you had completely forgotten about the woeful event that occurred beforehand.

“I’m sorry, Deputy Dewey-boy of the law, but we’re all ready to go…” Tatum huffed, grabbing Sidney’s things and stuffing them away in a bag. “Now.” Tatum finished, handing Dewey Sidney’s things.

The Sheriff laughed, patting Dewey on the back.

“Take ‘em out the back way. Avoid the circus out there.”

___

“Isn’t there a back way out of this building?” Gale asked, already walking towards the back with her cameraman.

“Yeah, down that alley I think.” Kenny answered, hoisting the camera on his shoulder, steadying it.

“You stay here, I’m going to get the police car.” Dewey ordered the three of you and then jogged towards his destination, not realizing Gale was on her way.

“There they are!” Gale suddenly blurted, running towards you, Tatum and Sidney.

“(Y/n)! Sidney!” Gale shouted, slightly out of breath.

The bright beam of the flash on the video-er, blinded you for a moment.

“Hi, this is some night! What happened? Are you two okay?” Gale asked, not really interested, as she shoved the mic between you and Sidney, awaiting answers.

“They’re not answering any questions, all right. Just leave us alone.” Tatum stepped in front of you, swatting the mic away.

“No, Tatum, it’s okay. She’s just doin’ her job, right Gale?” Sidney spoke, now in front, confidence radiating off of her despite the forced smile making its way to her face.

You glanced at Sidney, not sure what she was doing, when all you wanted was to just leave, maybe get some rest before the next day. You were irked as it was, and Gale’s voice just kept going and going, making it more difficult to think, breathe, and leave.

“Yes, that’s right.” Gale grinned, oblivious.

“So, how’s the book?” Sidney asked, curious to know what Gale would say.

“Oh, it’s going well, should be out later this year.” She answers.

“Oh, I’ll look for it.” Sidney mocked, she was definitely pissed off.

“I’ll send you a copy—“

Gale didn’t get a chance to finish her sentence as you butted in; your knuckles connected to the side of her face, causing her to knock back, falling into her cameraman. She groaned, pain searing throughout her jaw and cheek, her hand immediately shot to the stinging sensation she felt in a horrible attempt to soothe the affliction.

Sidney’s mouth gaped as she looked at you, not sure if she should thank you or scold you as she wanted to be the one to punch her.

“I’ve had a long day.” You started, “And your voice was the tip of the iceberg.” You growled, “And frankly, I didn’t want to hear you talk anymore.” You fumed, spitting at her feet. “Now, if I were you, I would put that book on hold and shut the fuck up for once.” You finished.

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Girl I think we all need some poly ghostface where stu and billy are teasing the reader and talking about them like their not there, "i dont know...maybe if they asked ever so nicely for it, they would get what they want..." ;)) it can be smut or not idm. Love ur writing so much <33333

❝highschool detective on the case❞

✭ pairing : poly ghostface x reader

✭ fandom : scream

✭ summary : (y/n) is the new girl who just moved up from (hometown) she has a crazy fetish when it comes to serial killers having taken it upon herself to even solve unsolved murder cases - which she gets from her father. He was the top detective in his unit after all. Upon hearing about this ghostface killer she dives into detective mood grabbing their attention in the process

✭ authors note : I think we all are borderline psychotic when it comes to these two nibwits also thank you for requesting and I’m glad you’re enjoying my works so far :)

✭ slashers masterlist

Woodsboro High School buzzed with the energy of a new school year, and (Y/N) had just arrived, ready to start fresh in this unfamiliar town. As she stepped onto the campus, her presence stood out like a stark contrast to the other students.

She wore a leather trench coat that fell just past her thighs, giving her an enigmatic aura. Low-rise washed-out jeans hugged her hips, revealing a tattoo on her lower stomach. Her hair was styled in a pixie cut, and dark shades shielded her eyes, giving her an almost FBI agent-like mystique. Chunky boots completed her unconventional ensemble, and a crop top black vest shirt adorned with a rhinestone skull on the breast part added an edgy touch.

As she walked through the courtyard, students couldn't help but stare and whisper amongst themselves, wondering who this mysterious new girl was and what her story might be. (Y/N), however, seemed oblivious to the attention, her mind focused on something else entirely.

Reclining on a bench, she delved into the contents of her notes. In her lap lay a case file, weathered by time and use, filled with photographs, notes, and articles. It was the unsolved murder case from her hometown that her father, a dedicated detective, had entrusted to her once the trail had gone cold.

(Y/N) was determined to find answers and bring closure to the grieving families back home, even if it meant uprooting her life and starting anew in Woodsboro. The gravity of the task weighed heavily on her, and her fierce dedication to solving the case had become her driving force.

Throughout the day, students at Woodsboro High had been attempting to strike up conversations with (Y/N), but her terse responses and preoccupied demeanor made it clear that she had little interest in making friends. She was on a mission, and she had no time for idle chitchat.

At lunch, (Y/N) found a quiet spot to sit alone, her case file still in her lap as she reviewed the evidence once more. Lost in thought, she didn't notice Stu, one of her classmates, approaching from behind. He playfully wrapped his arms around her shoulders and said, "Now, what do we have here?"

(Y/N) stiffened at the unexpected contact but quickly composed herself. She turned to glance at Stu, taking in his appearance before responding with a raised eyebrow. "Aren't you a bit too old to not know about personal hygiene?"

Stu, looking slightly offended, discreetly sniffed himself and made a face. "Hey, I don't stink!"

Tatum, Stu's girlfriend, along with her friends Sidney and Sidney's boyfriend, also joined the group, curious about the interaction. Randy, another student, chimed in, intrigued by (Y/N)'s mysterious presence. "What's that you're reading?" he asked, peering at her lap.

In her usual blunt tone, (Y/N) replied, "A case."

The group exchanged puzzled glances, clearly taken aback by her straightforward response. Stu was the first to regain his composure, a mischievous grin forming on his face. "A case, huh? You're a detective or something?"

(Y/N) didn't provide any additional information, her eyes returning to the contents of the file. She was used to curious glances and questions, but her focus remained unwavering on her mission to uncover the truth.

Randy's curiosity remained unabated, and he leaned in closer, asking, "So, what's the case about?"

(Y/N) let out a sigh and put her notes aside, her expression serious as she shared a glimpse of her purpose. "I'm trying to solve a cold case from my hometown. It involves a young woman who was violently beaten and tortured."

Tatum raised an eyebrow, looking puzzled. "But if it's a cold case, why are you trying to solve it now?"

(Y/N) shrugged, her dedication evident in her reply. "It's just a hobby I enjoy."

Billy, who had been listening quietly, couldn't help but become more intrigued. He leaned in with a casual demeanor and asked, "So, you're into things like that, huh?"

(Y/N) met his gaze with a cool, unwavering stare. "Yup. I was raised watching the dangers of the world and even experiencing it."

The group fell silent for a moment, absorbing (Y/N)'s cryptic response. Her presence had added an unexpected layer of mystery to their lunchtime gathering, and they couldn't help but wonder about the secrets she held and the motivations driving her pursuit of a cold case.

Sidney, feeling a twinge of awkwardness, couldn't help but blurt out, "What kind of experiences are you talking about?" But she quickly realized the insensitivity of her question and immediately apologized, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.

(Y/N) simply shrugged off the awkward moment, her demeanor unphased by Sidney's unintended bluntness. "No worries," she replied calmly before elaborating on her past. "I've seen quite a bit, to be honest. When I was three, I watched an unsub murder my mom right in front of me."

Sidney's eyes widened in shock, regret for her earlier question apparent on her face.

(Y/N) continued, her tone steady. "Then, when I was thirteen, I was kidnapped as part of a blackmail attempt against my father. He's a detective, you see. Since then, I've been to all sorts of crime scenes, helping him with his work."

Stu couldn't help but comment, "Wow, that's dark."

Billy, mumbling under his breath, added, "Wicked."

(Y/N) acknowledged their reactions with a nonchalant nod, as if her experiences were just a matter-of-fact part of her life. She had learned to cope with the darkness she had witnessed and embraced her role as an amateur detective, eager to make sense of the chaos around her.

Breaking the now oncoming silence (Y/N) decides to ask her own question, “So what’s fun around here?” Tatum taking it upon herself decides to reply back whiles filing her mails, “Not much honestly, though shopping is always on the table.”

But (Y/N) wasn't interested in the usual teenage pastimes. She leaned in, her eyes gleaming with curiosity, and clarified, "No, no, no! I'm talking murder cases here, blonde. Anything good?"

Randy, who had already labeled her as a weirdo, rolled his eyes, muttering, "Oh, no, not another weirdo."

(Y/N) couldn't help but give Randy a proud smirk, as if she embraced that title with pride. Sidney and Tatum, perhaps sensing the direction the conversation was about to take, excused themselves from the group.

Stu, always eager for attention, chimed in, "You know, Sidney's mom's murder was pretty wild. She was having an affair, and the guy must've gone crazy and slaughtered her."

(Y/N) listened intently, a crazed look in her eyes, and responded, "Yeah, now there's the good stuff. Tell me more."

Billy, with a hint of excitement in his voice, added, "There was also the murder of those two students not too long ago. It was pretty brutal."

"A murder, you say?" (Y/N) leaned in with an unsettling grin, her curiosity piqued. "Tell me about it."

Stu, relishing the chance to share a gruesome tale, went into chilling detail about the murder. "Well, my ex, Cassie, she was slaughtered. Her body was found strung up by her own organs in her front yard. It was... brutal. And her boyfriend, Derek, was found duct-taped to a lawn chair and drowned in the pool at her house. His intestines were out too."

(Y/N)'s eyes sparkled with a disturbing excitement as she listened to the horrifying description. She pressed for more information, asking, "Any leads on the killer?"

The boys exchanged glances and shook their heads. "No, not really," Billy admitted.

Randy added, "And Sidney, she was attacked a few nights after that. She said the killer was masked and wore what looked like a ghost mask."

(Y/N)'s grin widened at the mention of the masked killer, her fascination with the macabre evident. It seemed that the darker the story, the more it intrigued her. The group had unwittingly drawn her into their web of murder mysteries, and little did they know that her relentless pursuit of the truth would soon unearth secrets that would put them all in grave danger.

“Seems this town just got a little more interesting,'" (y/n) remarked with an eerie grin as the bell rang, signaling the end of lunch. She gathered her things and excused herself, leaving Randy to his own devices as he followed suit and left.

Now, only Stu and Billy remained alone at the table. Billy's eyes darkened, and a sinister glint danced in them as he leaned in closer to Stu. He asked in a hushed tone, "Should we go after her tonight?"

Stu, hyped up by the disturbing stories and (Y/N)'s unnerving interest in murder cases, couldn't help but share Billy's excitement. He replied with an eager grin, "Hell yeah."

(Y/N) returned home after a long day at Woodsboro High, finding a note from her dad, the detective, explaining that he would be back late, as usual. With a resigned sigh, she decided to unwind, slipping into comfortable sweatpants and a tank top.

She settled onto the couch, surrounded by an array of open books, articles, and her laptop, her research materials for delving into the recent murders that had captured her fascination. The room was dimly lit, the only illumination coming from the soft glow of her laptop screen.

Hours passed as she scoured the internet for any information about the brutal murders that had taken place in Woodsboro. (Y/N)'s determination was unwavering, her thirst for answers driving her to dig deeper into the dark mysteries of the town.

The hours dragged on, and fatigue began to creep in. Despite her best efforts, the weight of exhaustion overcame her, and (Y/N) eventually drifted into a fitful nap on the couch, her mind still haunted by the gruesome details of the unsolved murders that had consumed her thoughts.

(Y/N) woke up late at night, the room cast in darkness except for the faint glow of the moonlight filtering through the curtains. She glanced at the clock, which read 10:00 PM. Her dad still hadn't returned home, but she was used to his late hours.

Feeling hungry, she decided to order some food delivery to keep her going while she continued her research. As she dialed her order, anticipation for a late-night snack grew. She gave the delivery address and hung up, ready to return to her work.

Just as she settled back into her research, her phone rang, startling her. She picked it up, and at first, the voice on the other end played it off as a wrong number. But then they began asking personal questions.

"So, do you have a boyfriend?" the voice inquired.

(Y/N), her curiosity piqued, retorted playfully, "Why? You trying to ask me out?"

The person on the other line let out a smirk, their tone suggestive as they asked again, "So, do you have a boyfriend?"

(Y/N) decided to tease them with an equally suggestive response, "Perhaps." She was intrigued by the mysterious caller and couldn't help but engage in their unusual late-night conversation.

As (Y/N) found herself engaged in this mysterious late-night conversation, her curiosity only grew when the person on the other end suggested, "Let's play a game."

"What kind of game?" she asked, her tone laced with intrigue.

The voice on the phone responded, "I want to know your favorite scary movie."

(Y/N) didn't hesitate to share her interests. "Well, I really enjoyed 'The Craft.' It's a fascinating blend of witchcraft, teenage rebellion, and a dash of horror. The story revolves around a group of high school girls who form a coven and use their newfound powers for personal gain. But as their abilities grow, so does the darkness that haunts them. It's a captivating exploration of the consequences of wielding supernatural abilities and the complexities of female friendship."

She paused briefly before continuing, "Another one I really liked is 'Thinner.' It's based on a Stephen King novel and tells the story of a morbidly obese lawyer who's cursed by a gypsy and begins to inexplicably lose weight at an alarming rate. The film delves into themes of karma, guilt, and the unintended consequences of our actions. The slow, agonizing transformation of the main character is both terrifying and thought-provoking."

(Y/N) went on to describe the intricate details of both films, her passion for horror movies evident in her animated discussion. She shared her insights on the characters, the plot twists, and the underlying themes, displaying an impressive knowledge of the genre. The mysterious caller on the other end seemed intrigued by her enthusiasm.

The person on the other end of the line, after inquiring about her favorite scary movies, pressed for her name. (Y/N), however, wasn't so quick to reveal her identity. "Why should I tell you my name when you haven't told me yours?" she countered.

A sinister chuckle came through the phone before the voice replied, "Because I want to know the name of who I'm watching right now. Nice top, by the way."

(Y/N), far from being scared, merely rolled her eyes and glanced out the window behind her. She smirked into the darkness and said, "So, this is the infamous killer of Woodsboro? Would've expected better, but then again, you're just a small-town killer."

The voice on the other end of the line grew audibly offended, and they began to issue chilling threats. They spoke of slicing her open, just like they had done to Cassie, and leaving her hanging for her father to find. The threats were meant to intimidate, to strike fear into (Y/N)'s heart.

However, she remained surprisingly unshaken. Instead of cowering, she chuckled, a mix of defiance and amusement in her voice. "Give it your best shot," she taunted, her bravado unwavering. "I'm not one to back down from a challenge."

The late-night conversation had taken a menacing turn, and (Y/N) was about to find herself entangled in a perilous game of wits and survival with a cunning and ruthless adversary.

The next day at school, (Y/N) arrived with an unusual cheeriness about her. Stu and the rest of her newfound friends couldn't help but notice her upbeat demeanor, and Stu was the first to comment, asking, "What's got you so cheery today?"

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, (Y/N) replied, "Oh, you won't believe this. I've got video footage of Ghostface trying to break into my house."

The revelation sent shockwaves through the group, their eyes widening in disbelief. "No way," they chimed in unison.

(Y/N), however, seemed nonchalant as she waved off their amazement. "Yes way," she affirmed, laughing it off as if it were just another everyday occurrence.

Randy couldn't help but express his surprise. "I'm surprised you're not dead," he remarked, his tone laced with incredulity.

(Y/N) shrugged, her explanation casual. "My dad had our houses revamped before we moved here. Custom locks, gateways, and cameras. No one gets in unless they want them to. It's like living in a fortress."

As the group absorbed this information, (Y/N) decided to take a teasing turn. She smirked and declared, "Oh, this is going to be fun. I haven't been hunted like this in a while."

The reaction from her friends was mixed, to say the least. Most were creeped out by her unusual enthusiasm, especially given the recent unsettling events. But Stu and Billy, the true culprits behind the Ghostface mask, couldn't help but exchange sly glances. Their nefarious plan was in motion, and (Y/N) had just unknowingly stoked the flames of their sinister game.

Billy couldn't resist adding a chilling remark, his tone laced with dark humor, "I don't know... maybe if they asked ever so nicely for it, they would get what they want."

“What’s the suppose to mean?” (Y/n) remarks and billy shrugs it off “Who knows maybe the killer is somewhere watching you, after all you can never be too careful.”

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A ghost face x child!reader who’s Sidney little sister?🤔

Seems like this anon and the last one are sharing same braincell.

I'm not sure if you meant ghostface Or Billy.... Or Stu.... Or the others.... So i decided to do this a little differently

Edit: I just realised this was probably supposed to be a head cannon but my thick skulled brain realised too late.

Ghostface x child! Sidney's little sister! Reader!

Warnings:

Relationship: platonic!!

Ghostface was only seen as a serial killer whose sole purpose was wanting to be famous and popular. All about the movies. A killer with no other sole purpose or motive.

Out of the people the ghostface himself would've thought of being attached to, he never expected he would be attached to the younger sister of the girl he's going to kill.

The masked black robed knife wielding killer would find himself sitting somewhere near a tree with a small child next to him rambling about what's going on at home or at school.

He also finds himself listening or not at all. Most of the time focusing on the little person and wondering why he's sitting down with her instead of stalking and killing other people. He wouldn't think of killing the girl besides him, he isn't really fond of the thought of that.

But more of playing and interacting with the kid who he knows as "Y/n". Sometimes scaring her a little bit with the house phone at night. He doesn't mean any real harm from it.

Growing more attached than he ever thought he would've. Day by day growing more anxious at the idea of killing Sidney.

'What would she think? What would y/n do? Finding out the person who calls himself Ghostface, who has basically been your best friend, murdering your older sister?'

Through the thin fabrics of his mask, he watches intently at the two figures chatting. His leather gloves gripped tightly against the handle of his knife. Frustrated at himself earlier when he had quite some time convincing y/n that the killer who had been murdering people near where she lives wasn't him. Why was he so fixed on making sure the girl wasn't scared of him? What got him to act like this?

Y/n didn't even seem to be scared in the slightest. Her words ringing almost endlessly inside his mind.

"I know you aren't. Because you're my best friend, and my best friend would never do something like that!"

What would she do if she found out that yes, indeed her 'best friend' would do something like that.

Staring at Sidney reach out to grab something from the cabinets. Then looking over at the shorter girl who jumped excitedly at seeing her favorite snacks in the hands of her sister.

His leather gloves let go but the knife remains grasped.

Sighing, he stood up and turned around. Now listening to the sound the ground and boots make every time he takes a step. It seems he would have to delay a little further until he figures things out.

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Despite his very edgy thoughts from above, he acts completely different around you.

You can practically hear him beam behind his mask, always running around carrying you at night and shit since he can't really go out in the morning.

Doesn't want you finding out his real identity cause what if you accidentally spill the beans? Then everything will be ruined. He wouldn't really mind if you mentioned him as ghostface only to Sidney cause it'll probably make her on edge more. But then she'll probably never let you out alone again.

So he made you promise and swear 20 times to never reveal his existence.

Also since this is Ghostface.. His way of loving (platonically here ofc) isn't exactly considered... Normal. Extremely dead set on making sure he doesn't do anything or spill anything to make you scared of him unless he knows you won't. Won't ever tell you the truth either until or unless he's cornered.

Does a lot of stuff with you. Either drawing, singing, dancing, cooking (in someone's house or yours when no one is home) or playing some random sports. (Unless it's in winter, he's SWEATING)

Every time you get a house call at night you're 99% sure it's from Ghostface. He either starts with something sounding series or straight up tells a corny pun.

Would get emotional whenever you verbally make it apparent that you appreciate him. Like fr.

He can't stand the thought of hurting you. Ever. (Plus he would probably technically murder someone who ever looks in your way a little wrong.)

You can tell him all your 4-12 year old problems and he would fix like.... 99.9% of them. (By murder and threats) and that one 0.1% is a real problem. (That he can't fix by murder and threats)

His urge for killing Sidney will be half nulled since he sees how close you two are. Overtime he'll be more and more unsure of what to do, he doesn't want you to hate him in any way.

But for the time being, he's just gonna cherish his time with you because he feels he's too far gone in the dark maze to back away and find his way out.

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Here's a Special Wednesday Post, I'm trying to cherish my time before the exams hit me. Have a good day :) !