#Poly!Ghostface

[slasherbvnnie]

Until We Found You

Hello! This is my first time ever posting onto here, so please excuse any mistakes or any tags that may be missing. I wanted to write about a poly!ghostface au and age up all the characters and place them into college. I hope this gets at least a few reads!

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

Context: Modern Day College Scream AU, Obsessed AFAB!Reader, Eventual Poly!Ghostface x reader, Eventual NSFW, All characters 18+

You bit down on the tip of your pencil, chewing the metal part of it as you spaced out for the hundredth time today. A few days ago news broke of one of your best friends being killed, Casey Becker, and like every day since that fateful night, news reporters were swarming the campus. Woodsboro University was famous overnight for it, a crazed killer on the loose in the town and no one knew why Casey and her boyfriend Steve were the victims. What made it truly unnerving was that no one knew if they were going to be the only ones.

It didn’t make you scared, not really at least, you were more intrigued than worried if you were going to be the next person to get a mysterious phone call. No, you spent the next morning with Randy and learned all about what happened. How Steve was found bound to the chair, duct tape and blood practically branded onto him, and how the Beckers found Casey. She was one of your best friends, you couldn’t deny you felt like you needed some therapy for not crying for more than maybe an hour over her, but something in you was more interested in who did it.

That was what was on your mind for the hundredth time today, any of Casey’s boyfriends all the way to fucking pre-k could be a suspect, maybe her family, or maybe it was some random stranger who decided to take their anger out on an unsuspecting teenage girl. Randy and you talked all first period about your suspicions on who it could be, even accusing each other of being the killer, it did fit after all, the two horror buffs who knew every goddamn easter egg in every horror movie there was, it seemed perfect.

“Sidney, can you please tell your friend the answer to at least make it seem like she was listening?” Ms. Crane asked, Sidney nudging you and whispering the answer as the class laughed. “ah, um, phosphorus gas.” You answered, looking at Sidney with wide eyes after you answered. “Phosphine, but I will take that. You guys can pack up, let me take role before you all leave.” Ms. Crane said with a sigh.

“What’s up with you? Are you totally sure you don’t want to go to the grief counselor after school? I mean even Tate went-“ “Sid, I’m fine, seriously. I just, it’s freaky is all. I mean not knowing who did it? What if they have a thing for college chicks, I think we fit into that category very well and-“ “And we will be fine, it was probably just a one-time thing…I mean it's more likely that it is, right?” Sidney asked as she packed her bag, putting a comforting hand on your shoulder. “Don’t sweat it, if you want you can stay at my place for the week, my dad’s on a trip and I would kinda enjoy the company,” she offered, smiling at you reassuringly. You gave a nod, “yeah, let me just at least spend tonight at my place, my mom will kill me if I miss dinner tonight and take off for a week out of the blue.” “Are you sure you’re really 19 and not 9?” Sidney asked jokingly, earning a laugh from you.

After dinner you had taken a shower, your parents had gone out for the night to take a late-night date- which you theorized was them renting a motel to not risk traumatizing you. You brushed out your hair as you sat down on your vanity chair, putting it into a braid before you went to bed. Your cat was sitting peacefully on your bed, moving every now and then to change her position before darting out of your room. “Irena!” You called after her, scoffing when she didn’t come back to the room. You put your hairbrush down onto your vanity, taking a look in the mirror before getting up from your seat. “I hope you don’t think you are eating even more food, missy, you got fed so much while I was at class today,” you said, acting as if Irena could really understand you. You made your way to your door, nearly walking out before noticing a paper had fallen onto the ground near your desk. You picked it up, reading the headline, Casey Becker and Steve Orth- funerals to be held on Friday the 27th at 9-11 AM. You sighed and set it down on the other papers stacked on your desk.

You walked out of your room, heading downstairs “Irena! Come on, I wanna go to bed,” you whined out, calling the cat to your room. You found her in the living room, hiding under the couch and refusing to come to you. “Fine, I’ll leave you a blanket out and don’t you dare come scratching at my door at 3 AM,” you told her, going to the hallway closet to get a blanket out for her. Once you had gotten one, you spread it out across the couch for her and said goodnight.

You were about halfway to your room when your phone began to buzz, digging it out of your pocket and seeing your mom's number you quickly answered. “Hey, what's up? You guys heading back already,” You asked, continuing up to your room.

“Heading back? Who said I ever left?” A strange voice asked on the other line, making you pause for a moment as you moved to make sure it was your mom. “Listen asshole, I don’t have more than 15 dollars in my bank account so have fun with whatever hot cheetos and mountain dew you can get with that,” you said before hanging up on them, putting your phone back into your pocket. You were up the stairs now, deciding to use the bathroom before you went to bed for the night but before you could open the door your phone rang again. “Didn’t I already say I don’t have money? What the fuck do you want?” You asked angrily, “Irena, right? Like Irena Dubrovna? Who did you prefer, Simone or Natassja?” The same voice asked you, making you look down the stairs. Irena hadn’t moved yet and no one was around her, or at least from what you could see. “If you hurt my fucking cat I will personally cut off your balls and feed them to he-“ A laugh from the caller cut you off, “I don’t have fun with animals. I’m not Bundy or Dahmer, I like to see my victims, human victims…struggle.” You heard your parent's bedroom door open, letting out a scream before running into your room and slamming the door shut, locking it quickly before the person began to bang on it. You looked around, going to your window and trying to lift it open.

The door cracked, it was like the scene from the shining, except this killer bore a white mask, you recognized it from the Halloween store- father death. You struggled with the window again, before giving up and grabbing the lamp from your bedside table and throwing it at them. The killer moved out of the way before they were hit, pushing their body against the door once more and climbing in through the opening. You could see them fiddle with their knife as if they had held it in their hands a hundred times already and were skilled at fidgeting with it.

You grabbed a glass organizer from your desk, taking the scissors from it before chucking the holder at them. The papers you had stacked before scattered from the throw as they fell down. You rushed to the window as they struggled to get up but never heard them stand. When your head whipped around to check if they were behind you, you instead saw them looking at the papers around them.

Masked killer, Casey and Steve headlines, Maureen Prescott, Cotton Weary trials, even the cutouts you had of Sidney from court. You were obsessed. There were drawings, suspects lists, hell all these needed were red kiss marks and ‘please fuck me mr ghostface!’ written in pink glitter pen ink.

You stared wide-eyed at them when you saw their gaze now on you, their head cocked to the side as a laugh sounded from behind the mask. Just then you heard the sound of gravel being crushed around from the driveway, your parent's car was pulling in, you saw them getting out from your window. When you turned back you noticed the person was gone, you ran downstairs and met your parents at the door, crying and beginning to blubber on about what nearly happened. 

[wasawattpadkid]

Housewife

Part - 1

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 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19

"Do you have anything you'd like to tell us about yourself?" You hated this. First days were known to be horrible for a reason. Why on earth would you want to tell a room full of strangers some random fact about you? They don't care if you have a pet nor do they want to know why you're here. The room was dead silent waiting for you to hurry up and sit down. "Umm-"

"What's your cup size?" A boy asked making the other kids in the class snicker. The dark-haired boy next to him smiled shaking his head in disapproval. "Steven I'm not doing this with you today, out." Steven groaned already grabbing his books. "But miss-" With a stern point of the finger she spoke again. "Out!" The class once again fell silent and you couldn't possibly feel more uncomfortable. You've done nothing wrong yet within 5 minutes you feel everyone staring at you with disdain.

Once the door closed behind Steven the teacher spoke again. "I'm terribly sorry Y/n. Just take Steven's spot for today and we'll figure the rest out tomorrow." A simple nod was all you could muster. All you had was a pencil in your hand and a bright yellow notebook sitting on top of your new desk. You closed your eyes trying to fast-forward time. This was the last class of the day and it could honestly not be worse. "Don't worry about him he's a dick." The note on your desk read. The boy to your left looked at you then the paper wanting you to send the note back.

With a quick scribble, you handed him the paper. A huffed laugh left his lips as he read "You are what you eat." The note was then crumpled and shoved into his pocket. That seemed to be the end of your conversation with the stranger but you pushed further. Leaning to the side you whisper, "What's your name?" Instead of saying anything he opened up his notebook. The black and white cover was scuffed showing obvious signs of use. He lifted the book showing you the inside. With a single word written in big letters. 'Billy.'

The class went on, no more pleasantries being exchanged. The bell rang signaling the tiring day was over. You were going to say something else to Billy but he was up and gone by the time you looked up. "So much for that." You mumbled as you got up. The movies always showed the new girl getting all the attention. Everyone tries to quickly mold her into their cult-like clique. Maybe it was the dress you were wearing or the way you wore your hair that made you look like a prude. Growing up with your grandparents sets you up for a life of social isolation.

The parking lot was crowded but not crowded enough to not see your bright red car. Just as visible was the short-haired boy sitting on the hood. "Get off my car." You scolded flatly. "Holy shit this is yours!? How'd you get it?" He asked bouncing with joy. "It's my dad's so I don't want you sitting on it. Thanks." You tossed your bags in the car as he continued talking. Just a second ago you were praying Billy would keep up some conversation. Now you're wanting nothing more than to get home. "Man look it's Christine!" He shouted as the girl next to him covered her ears. "Is he always this loud?" She laughed at the question shaking her head up and down. "Unfortunately. I'm Tatum, so you're the new girl everyone's talking about?"

A puzzled look fell over your features. "Who's talking about me?" Before she could answer Billy walks up to the car. "This is nice." His blabbering friend seems disappointed with that answer. "Nice? It's fucking awesome! Can we ride in it?" He turns to beg you. Billy looked over at you raising his eyebrows in silent confusion. "I don't even know you." What part of 'dads' car did he not understand? "I'm Stu, this is Billy."

"We've met." Billy says gesturing towards you. "it's nice to meet you Stu but I don't give rides to strangers." He walks over throwing his arm over your shoulder. Way too much physical contact from someone you don't know. "Well you know my friend Billy and now you know me. I'd say we're all friends here." Tatum rolls her eyes at her friend's antics. "If you two are going to harass this poor woman I'm leaving. I've got to catch up with Sydney. See ya, babe." She blew a kiss at Stu which he caught.

"Pleaseeeee." He begged. Just as Billy was about to intervene you agreed. "Fine but no food, drink, cigarettes, or really anything that could mess up this car. Got it?" You laid out the rules as you climbed into the driver's seat. Stu bit his lip nodding his head. "Yes ma'am. Come on man." Stu said as he jumped in the car. Billy stood awkwardly looking down at his feet. His eyes nervously looked around almost like he was late for something. "Go without me I've got some errands to run." Stu stuck his head out of the window. You tapped the steering wheel impatiently. "Come on man Christine is like your favorite movie." At this, Billy laughed.

"No, I think you're confusing things. A murderous car is definitely more your speed." At this point, you regretted saying yes to Stu. "Please come with us I don't trust him." Stu covered his heart in fake hurt. "If you should be worried about anybody you should worry about Billy." You seriously doubted that. Sure he was quiet and a little unnerving but he might just be shy. "Fuck it." His hands smack his thighs in defeat. Stu loudly rejoices at his friend's surrender. "Get in the back."

You figured Stu would put up a fight considering he was there first. Yet he opened the door with sad eyes and quietly got into the back. It was strange. You weren't sure how long these two had been friends but it was an odd dynamic. "Why do you get to sit next to her?" Stu whined from the back seat. "Because she doesn't trust you." A laugh forced its way from your throat. "Who said I trusted you? According to him, I should be careful around you." You pointed to the man in the back who gladly smiled. Billy propped his arm on the window shaking his head slightly. "I'm sorry but dressed like that you need to be careful with everyone."

"Gotta agree with him on that. You look like Betty Crocker." Stu leaned his head on the seat between you and Billy. "Don't get me wrong it's kinda sexy but still very grandma." With a roll of your eyes, you started the car, hearing the engine purr to life. The boy next to you cracked such a small smile you'd have to catch it on camera for proof that it happened. "This is amazing! I fucking love you, Betty Crocker." Stu kissed you on the cheek making your nose crinkle. At that, Billy actually laughed. Nothing too dramatic though. "Ew can you not touch me at all? Jesus Christ." With one hand on the wheel, you took the other to wipe your cheek.

"Now you see what I put up with," Billy adds. "Oh, so you kiss him too huh?" You drove out of the parking lot heading to the main road. "Only on weekends." Stu shrugged. You giggled but Billy didn't seem to find anything funny. "So what brings you to this hell hole?" He asks still keeping his eyes out the window. "Me and my moved into my grandparent's house after they passed. He found a good job here too so ta-da here I am" Stu leaned forward to press buttons on the dash which you promptly swatted his hand away. "What is your deal with this car?"

Stu seemed shocked you had to even ask. "It's Christine baby! The man-eating car." You blinked a few times a little confused. "You know the John Carpenter film? Came out in 1983. Same guy that directed Halloween with Michael Myers." Billy seemed interested in this conversation more so than others. His whole body seem to turn towards you actively listening to anything you had to say. "Of course, I know Halloween I've just not seen Christine." It was Billy's turn to pick at you. "You're telling me you've never seen Christine but you've got the car?"

He must be brain-dead to think you got a car based on a movie. "This is a 58' Plymouth. It is way older than the Christine movie. I've got the original if you ask me." Stu looked like he was adding numbers to fact-check your math. Billy on the other hand had the same stoic expression on his face. His eyes dragged up and down you seemingly trying to figure out something. "Say where do you two live?" Stu gave out directions to his house without hesitation. "You can just drop me off at his place." You nod in Billy's direction as you focus on the road.

"Why do you dress like this?" Billy picks at the fabric of your dress. It seems no one in this town knows what personal boundaries are. But you guess it beats the awkwardness of a new friendship. With these two it's like you jumped ahead. "I like it." Plain and simple. Billy wasn't buying it either was Stu. "It's more than just that. You know people look at you differently do you get off on that sort of thing?" The question was rude. If you had a backbone of any sort you throw him out of the moving car. Being a people pleaser however made you give him an honest answer. "Maybe. Do I notice when people look at me hatefully? Duh. But at the end of the day, I'm happy they looked at me at all. I mean you both look like every other teenage boy out there. You don't want to stand out?"

Stu liked your answer it was honestly one he could relate to. "No, we like to blend in." That was all Billy said. It was a change from the chattiness before. "Well, what about you Stu?" Billy turned to look back at the boy. Meanwhile he was happy at being included. When it was just him with some girls he could say whatever he felt like. When Billy was around things were different. Just with his eyes he could tell Stu what and what not to say. He didn't mind of course he loved Billy more than he would ever know really. Plus he knew his personality could be a lot for new people. It was nice to have someone to let him know when enough was enough.

"Like he said we like to blend in. We're not big attention whores." He laughed. You don't think the comment was aimed at you but you couldn't help but feel a little hurt by it. "What's your name?" Stu asked while he lay down in the back seat. "Y/n." Billy once again needed more of an answer. "Y/n what?" He was looking for a last name. "Wouldn't you like to know?" Stu's eyes shot back and forth between you two. "I would. That's why I asked."

"Well, you ask too many questions. Unless you're looking to change my last name I don't know why you'd need to know." Billy wasn't mad. Aggravated sure but not mad. You were smart. Not smart enough to tell two psychos to fuck off but smart enough to not hand out personal information easily. He'd have to work for it which he loved to do. "Is your place down this road Stu?" The boy perked up. A little sad that the ride was over. "Yeah just go on down."

"What are you doing this weekend?" Billy asked seeing his window of opportunity was closing. "Nothing much why?" More boring and cryptic answers. "We should come over to your place this weekend seeing as nothing's going on." Billy looked at his friend for backup. "Absolutely! I could bring a copy of Christine and we could get mad wasted!" Billy closed his eyes regretting asking him for anything. "I don't drink. Never had a reason to."

"Well, Ms. Crocker I'm giving you one." Unfortunately for these two you had self-preservation skills. Getting drunk with two men you don't know at your house is not smart. They act like you haven't seen any scary movies. "I'm not getting drunk with you two. I'll think about hanging out this weekend but no drinking. My dad would kill me if he knew I had two dudes in the house let alone drunk dudes." Billy could work with that. Stu was practically jumping at the idea to hang with you. For once he didn't have ulterior motives. He couldn't say the same for his friend who had that gleam in his eye he's seen before.

You pulled into the driveway saying goodbye to your new friends. "See you at school tomorrow?" Billy asked knowing the seat you occupied today would be permanently vacant so you could stay next to him. "Unfortunately. Bye, losers." You waved at the guys ready to get the hell home. The boys watched as you pulled away, the bright red car was easy to follow down the road. "What do you think about her?" Billy asked his friend. "She's alright man. Needs better taste in movies but I can fix that." Billy agreed but something just wasn't sitting right with him. In one day you managed to weasel your way into their lives. He wasn't sure if he wanted to watch movies with you or make you the star of one.

Part 2

A/N: I've been writing for about 5 years now but I'm new to the Scream fandom. I just recently watched the first movie and I can't seem to get these two out of my head so feedback is greatly appreciated! See ya lovelies 💞

[polyghostfacehours]

Poly! ghost face cheating on s/o?

Ooooooh. Oh man. This hurts. But Im nothing if not a slut for some good angst, so Ill take a crack at it!

TW: NSFW, cheating, angst, implied threats of murder, abusive dynamics, manipulation.

Billy and Stu never planned or expected for it to happen. It just did. But then again, that's always the excuse cheaters use.

It was at a party. You hadn't gone with them for one reason or another. Stu loved parties and Billy loved free booze, so with a kiss to each of your cheeks, the boys bid you goodbye that night.

The party was absolutely wild, much wilder than the ones they had usually gone to.

This was because it was in one of the largest frat houses at the local Uni. The frat house itself was huge, with a basement large enough to host a full blown rave.

And the drugs were everywhere. From LSD to shrooms. Everything you could possibly try was on the table.

Neither of you were heavy drug users. You guys sometimes smoked weed, and had done some small doses of ecstasy together a few times. But other than that, you all agreed that you guys weren't particularly interested in harder drugs.

But Stu was excited at the options, and even Billy got curious. They decided to play it "safe" and take ecstasy, since they had some experience with it. But this time, at a muuuuch higher dose.

This combined with the large alcohol consumption resulted in Stu going absolutely buck wild, joining the rave screaming and sweating like crazy. Billy was also laughing and smiling, blissed out and teeth clenching and unclenching involuntarily. They were absolutely fucked up beyond belief, and they weren't even sure if they took anything else after.

They didn't know how it happened, but after a few hours of dancing, grinding, and drugs, Billy found himself being blown in a bathroom and Stu was balls deep in some rando in the hall outside

They crashed on one of the couches there, which they had mentioned to you would be a possibility depending on how much they drank.

The guilt is absolutely soul crushing come the next morning. They had both been aware of the other's infidelity.

They got in a huge fight in the car, accusing the other of this and that. They were beyond pissed. And in typical hypocritical young man fashion, they accused each other of ruining what they had.

They were upset for the other cheating on them, but they were even more upset at the fact that YOU were innocent in this and had no idea of what happened.

As hurt and angry as they were at each other, in the end they were both in the same situation so they at the very least understood why what happened happened. For the sake of the relationship, they decide to forget it and move on.

And they both agree to never ever let this happen again and to never ever mention this to you. They were willing to bring this to the grave. Ignorance is bliss and they wouldn't lose you, they couldn't lose you.

Billy and Stu clearly have serious empathy issues. This has always been clear to you. They were literal serial killers. So in their heads, as long as you didn't catch them they can pretend and go on like it didn't happen.

They had played off the hickeys on their necks as coming from each other. The smell of other peoples' perfume/cologne they blamed on the close proximity of the rave.

And you believe them. Trusted them. Loved them.

This all goes out the door when the three of you are at an empty Denny's at 3 am, on one of your classic late night expeditions for munchies.

You were laughing and smiling with your loves, you and Stu telling dumb jokes in a competition to see who can get Billy's drink to come out of his nose first, and in that moment nothing in the world mattered

A pair of friends approached you guys, and before you hear them you see them as one of them slides in the booth next to Billy, leaning on him and linking arms and the other propping themselves into Stu's lap.

They greeted Billy and Stu like they were their boyfriends, using cute pet names.

The reason they had approached so casually is because it didn't even cross their mind that the three of you would be in a poly relationship, due to how uncommon they are. As far as they were concerned, they saw the two hot guys they had hooked up with at a party and their friend chilling at Denny's. Not two disloyal boyfriends with their oblivious third.

"Woah, hey!" Billy, startled, pushes the person off his arm, pulling his body back like he had been burned. Stu just sat their frozen, with a confused look on his face that matched yours.

The two notice the confused looks and before Billy and Stu can even remember their faces (since they were so drugged out when it happened) they recount the tale.

"It's us! Remember? I sucked you off at Phi Sigma Delta" one addressed Billy "Yeah and I'm the one who accidently peed a little after we fucked. Sorry about that by the way, I was coked the fuck out." the one on Stu cackles.

"We saw you guys out the window. Wanted to see if you wanted to try a switcheroo? No strings attached? We have some more X back at our apartment."

Your boyfriends' faces pale. The guilt on their faces undeniable as they look at each other and pleadingly at you. They still hadn't moved their bodies, their minds still in shock and processing because oh fuck their worst nightmare is happening.

Indescribable dread and betrayal floods you. Of all the possible bad things you ever expected to happen in your relationship with these two, this was not even close to one of them.

Before they can say anything, you launch yourself over the back of the booth (since your way was blocked by Stu and his....lover), and bolt out of the Denny's.

You hear them call out as you do so, and Stu even tried to make a grab for you after pushing the person off of him. But you were too fast for him.

You don't go back to your shared place that night. You take a taxi to a friends' house and ignore all calls from them. You don't-no, can't hear it right now.

You cry harder that night than you ever had, your friend trying their best to console you.

The next day you go back home. You return to find Stu pacing and Billy on the couch, his hair mussed. Both of their eyes red with dried up tears. They looked like hell.

They move to hold you and you don't let them. Their arms fall uselessly to their sides.

"Why? I thought you loved me. Like, genuinely loved me. Am I just like Sid and Tate to you guys?"

You'd never see Billy and Stu as manic as they were. You weren't anything like their exes. They apologize till their throats are raw, re-iterating over and over how drugged up they were. How it just happened.

You got that, you really did. It still wasn't okay. But after having since last night to think, you realize it wasn't even the cheating that made you so mad, made you feel so hurt.

More than that, you were pissed how they kept it from you. How they were willing to pretend it never happened; a dirty little secret between them and them alone. You, an outlier. Just like you were when they first started dating each other, like you were during their murder spree, like you are now. A third wheel that they kept secrets from until they no longer could

How many other things do they keep only between them? How many more times are they going to keep shit from you? How do you know they've never done this before?

The questions pouring out of your mouth have your head spinning, as well as theirs. They're at an absolute loss. They had never even realized it themselves, how much they kept from you until you had to find out yourself, instead of being transparent.

A wave of guilt and dread washes over them as they realize this is now about more than just them cheating. They don't know what to say, it was never ever their intention to hurt you or make you feel like someone from the outside looking in. They genuinely, with their hearts and souls, loved you as much as they loved each other.

You're hurt. Beyond hurt. So you want to hurt them for once, the way they've hurt you. So you pour the most hateful words you can muster, anger dictating your actions and rational thinking out the window.

"God, you both. You're both so fucked up! And I'm really just now starting to see it, y'know?!" the laugh that leaves you sounds absolutely maniacal, and you can see Stu's eyes tearing up again and Billy's jaw clench. Your eyes meet his.

"You...you're just like your father. And let me guess, you're gonna blame this whole shit on the "Maureen" in this situation, and go murder their ass despite the fact that you're the one who cheated!" Billy's face goes slack, and he looks like his world has just shattered before him. You turn on Stu

"And you! God, you really are psychotic. You did this just because you could. Just like you killed that girl who dumped you and Tatum just because you could. Just like you went on a killing spree just because you could. You don't care about anyone but yourself, life and people are just a game to you!" Stu's eyes aren't meeting yours, but you can see shakes visibly wrack his whole body.

At this point both their faces are blank, a far out look in their eyes. But as objectively dangerous this situation is, you don't care.

"You two...you never loved me. Not truly. Not in the way normal people do. And Im done. Im so fucking done."

As you turn to leave Billy lunges for you and grabs you by the upper arm, throwing you to the floor.

You try and scramble up, but Stu holds you down and your blood freezes.

For a hot minute, the three of you just stare at each other, breathing heavily. You close your eyes and before you can stop yourself you let out a sob.

Neither Billy nor Stu move to hold you.

But after a few more moments of silence you feel Billy and Stu on either side of you, their arms slowly wrap around you. They dont apologize anymore, but you dont sense anymore hostility.

"You can't leave m-..us" Billy murmurs against you neck. "even if you wanted to, we wouldnt-no, couldn't let you....you know why." his hands tighten around your upper arms in warning, and you know exactly what he's implying.

Stu chimes in after a second "We love you. You're ours. Three of us against the world, remember?"

You nod. Because you know. You know you couldn't leave. Even if you wanted to.

So you don't. You work through this. Because you know you still love them.

You guys have a long talk later. Billy and Stu promise, no more secrets. They can't afford any dishonestly in the relationship anymore, or else they know it would end in the one way they don't want it to. They keep apologizing for weeks after, until you finally tell them to stop.

Over a good period of time you guys heal and recover from this incident and Billy and Stu are never disloyal again. But more importantly, they stick true to their promise. No more secrets.

Hope this was good? Even though i love reading angst and fucking eat it for breakfast, I myself dont have too much experience writing it (you can probably tell, especially because I made it a kinda-sorta happy ending? But to be fair, I genuinely dont think you'd be able to leave a poly!ghostface relationship alive, just like I dont think Billy or Stu would be able to leave it alive either. There's just too many secrets known and they're both too volatile in my eyes. You guys really are in it for the long haul, whether you guys want to be anymore or not.)

let me know what you think in the tags!

[yesimwriting]

The reader seems to be really close to billy and stu , so it got me thinking , what if she had little rituals with them ... like kissing their noses or rubbing their backs , and what if she got possessive of them and in a game of 7 minutes in heaven ou something she just makes out with billy or stu ( bcs in order to be with dark murderous freaks you have to be a freak yourself ...i dont make the rules)

Like imagine billy : im mf special 😏

a/n omg?? i love this!! this concept is adorable :)) i got so excited i put off writing my lit essay lol, this became A LOT longer than I thought it would be lol 

also do y’all like first or second person narration better?? i definitely like writing first person more in chapter fics, but in drabbles/one-shots i change my mind all the time. I did a little of both here lol 

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The pile of homework I've been working on seems like it'll never end. Like there will always be another packet that needs to be completed or another essay I need to write.

Something behind me shifts. The noise is soft and easy to dismiss, but my body turns instinctually anyways. After what happened to Casey, there's no such thing as being too sure.

With a sigh, my entire body eases as I realize what the source of the noise is. It's just Billy and Stu, magically appearing like they often do on my windowsill. Stu's already inside my room, sitting on the edge of my window, his feet firmly plated on the floor. Billy's leaning against it, his lower half still outside.

Normally, when they show up like this, I grin and urge them to come in faster. "What are you guys doing here?" The way Stu pauses and the look Billy gives me tells me that they weren't expecting that reaction. "I told you guys--not today. I have a ton of homework and like half my family is visiting. My cousins have no concept of boundaries because they're like seven and they barge in here all the time. They're also snitches, the last thing I need is them running to the kitchen and telling their mom that 'Y/n has boys in her room'."

Stu holds up his hands in defense as he stands. "Relax, we're just here for our goodnight kisses."

I turn, adjusting the notebook on my lap as I look at them skeptically.

"We'll leave right after if you want us to," Billy says, pulling himself up onto my windowsill.

Still unsure, I twist my pen between my fingers. "I will want you guys to." My tone is a little harsher than I want it to be. Stu seems a little tenser and Billy's expression clouds. "No, that came out wrong. It’s not that I want you gone, it’s that I’m trying to be practical.” 

"You didn't want us coming over earlier," Stu mumbles, something harsh behind his eyes, "And we barely saw you yesterday."

"Yesterday wasn't my fault. You two went out with Tatum and Sid." I adjust my hold on my notebook. "And I didn't want you guys over earlier today because of homework. Literally all I've done today is go to lunch with my family and homework." Their unease settles in my stomach like a rock. I sigh, pushing my notebook off of my lap. "Okay, come here."

At that, Stu breaks out into a grin. He crosses my room in a few long steps. Once he reaches me, he sinks into my waiting arms. I hug him tightly before he can decide that all isn’t forgiven, burring my face into the side of his neck. He's so warm and always smells so much like him. Like expensive fabric softener, a little bit of body spray, and usually a tiny bit like weed. On anyone else the combination wouldn't work, but on Stu, it makes me feel right at home.

One of my hands runs up and down Stu's back. He eases into the contact. The shirt he's wearing is soft. There's little I love more than Stu's well worn, rich kid T-shirts. I'm already plotting how to steal it from him.

I lean my head upwards, pressing a kiss against his jaw. His eyes flutter shut as I leave a trail of kisses up his cheek and to his temple like I always do.

Billy must have come in while I was distracted. He's lingering next to us, watching with a blank expression. I learned early on that while Billy hates asking for physical contact, he loves receiving it. If I had to take a guess, Billy's hesitance likely comes from his home life, but I'd never say that out loud.

"Okay, Stu," I hum, my nails brushing through his hair, "You're good." His hold on me tightens. "Stu, c'mon." With a bit of a pout, he straightens just enough to place a kiss on my forehead. He's watching me carefully, silently asking me for a few more minutes. "Billy's turn."

Stu frowns, looking like he's sincerely weighing his options. "Fine," he mumbles, placing one last kiss against the side of my head.

Once Stu lets me go, he slumps back onto my bed, laying across my mattress on his back. That does make me a tiny bit nervous because the more comfortable Stu gets, the less likely he is to leave.

I reach over, grabbing Billy's wrist. Gently, I pull him towards me. He lets me. Like always, at first Billy's slow before reciprocating with full force. He melts into my touch, pressing his face into my neck. My fingers trace patterns against his back.

"Missed this," I whisper the admission.

"We missed you, too," Stu replies, hand lazily reaching over for my extended leg. His fingers begin to trace patterns against the skin of my calf. I'd think that the motion was absentminded, but once when I asked him about it, he told me that sometimes he writes out things he wants to do to me. "Soon it'll just be the three of us."

This isn't a conversation that I love. The more they talk about the day where they feel like Sidney and the friend group are stable enough to handle two break ups, the less I believe that that day will ever come. Thinking about it makes me feel like a terrible person.

Billy, sensing that he no longer has my full attention, shifts. He moves impossibly closer, his lips grazing my pulse. I used to jokingly scold him for kissing my neck during times like this before learning that things like that aren't always sexual to him. It's just him at his most relaxed.

My fingers rake through his hair, smoothing it back carefully before placing a series of kisses across his jaw and up his cheek. My trail ends at his temple, like always. The realization that the moment's passing leads to him squeezing me tighter. There's something distinct about his touch today, maybe even a little nervous. That paired with how uncharacteristically quiet he's being leaves me wondering if this ambush visit is a result of something else.

I know he was supposed to do something with his dad this morning. Okay, I need to stop thinking about that before it starts showing on my face. He doesn't like when I worry, he's never said anything, but his hot-to-cold reactions make me think he misinterprets it as pity. If anything, what I feel is anger that I can't walk up to his dad and punch him the face.

"Okay," I hum, "You both got your goodnight kisses...and I have to finish this essay."

"It's Friday," Stu replies, his fingers moving against my skin in what kind of feels like the curve of a 'c'? I'd ask if I wasn't worried about the conversation and mood taking a turn towards something I can't control. "You have two whole days."

I exhale, nails gently scratching at Billy's scalp. "You're throwing a party on Saturday, and Sunday's our first fully free day in over a week. You two aren't going to let me get anything done."

Stu turns his hand, running his knuckles up my leg. "Not true, babe. I've got a whole to-do list for you."

Softly kicking my leg in protest of his joke, I roll my eyes. "It's better for everyone if I just get this stuff done now, especially since you can't sleep over anyways. My little cousins are never in bed when they're supposed to be."

"You can do your homework, Billy and I know how to behave." When I raise an eyebrow at that, Stu concedes, "Okay, we at least know how to entertain ourselves."

Yeah, that's not comforting.

"You guys aren't being fair. I don't remember acting like this when you guys literally went on dates yesterday." I drop my arms away from Billy, ignoring the pinch of guilt that strikes with no warning.

At the lack of contact, Billy sits up. I avoid his gaze. "Is that why you're kicking us out? You're jealous? Upset we're not giving you enough attention?"

"No, I'm kicking you out because there's a group of seven to nine year olds that are super nosy in my house. Especially when it comes to boys. Kennedy's in the third grade and in her crush phase and she's asked me about whether or not I have a boyfriend 50 times."

"Your mom lets us sleep over all the time," Stu defends, "We just need to tell her that our parents did something and she won't care."

My posture straightens in an attempt to seem more determined. "That's different and you know it. She always has you guys crash on the couch and you sneak up later. We can't do that with all my relatives in the house, and you can't show up to my house so late."

Stu doesn't normally see--or at least, doesn't care about--reason, but Billy tends to listen a little more. I look over at him, gauging his expression. I still can't read him as well as he can read me, but I know that the blanker his face is, the more emotion he's feeling.

They're both starting to seem a little weird, maybe a little hurt, and I hate it. I do miss them, I want them here, but it's risky for me. At the end of the day, if my relatives find out, they get to go home. I'm the one that will be in trouble until I graduate.

"Do you really want us to go?" Billy's voice is as flat and void as his expression.

The hollow look he's giving me hurts. "You know I don't." That eerie blankness doesn't go away. "When I lock the door, they just keep knocking until I open it. I guess that gives us time for you two to get into my closet or something."

With that, Billy eases. He's not exactly as relaxed as he was before, but it's a start. I lean forward, grabbing his hand. Stu sits up, shooting up to pull me into another hug. His grin feels smug, but I can't bring myself to call him out on it.

"That's our girl," Stu praises, kissing my cheek.

I press my lips together, fighting a grin. "Wait--there's a condition. You two need to let me finish this essay."

Billy lifts our intertwined fingers to his lips. "Deal."

"You guys are unbelievable." They both look at me expectantly. "Can't believe I'm basically risking my life because I can't go one night without having you two sleepover."

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Going out with my friends has become extremely bittersweet. I love when the entire friend group's together, but there's just something about seeing Billy and Stu and knowing that things are different. Knowing that they're right there and thousands of miles away at the same time. It's not that we don't talk in public, it's that it's inherently different. And it makes me feel awful.

Each smile I share with Tate and each time I laugh with Sid adds another layer of guilt. It's so bad that both Billy and Stu have had to talk me down from breaking it off with them twice now after large group hang outs.

Whenever I freak out, Billy tells me that this is for the best, that after everything Sidney's gone through, he can't just break up with her while she's still dealing with trauma. The one stable, good thing in her life right now is our friend group. Stu and Tatum breaking up would endanger that as well. Even though keeping these secrets is morally wrong, they're always promising that this is the best way to keep everyone happy. Sid gets the support she needs, Tatum doesn't have to feel weird in the friend group, and we don't have to be heartbroken because of our right person, wrong time situation.

I'm not sure when they started taking a more preventative approach to the whole thing, but now, whenever we have group plans, they make a point of spending some time with me before. Just as a reminder about how they actually feel, I think.

They still haven’t stopped by, which I’m trying to not stress about as I tear my closet apart. Stu’s parties are always crowded and low lit, so what I wear isn’t the biggest deal, but that doesn’t mean I don’t care. 

After Billy and Stu left early this morning my entire family headed out so that my extended family could be dropped off at the airport. So now I have the house to myself, which is a good thing for when one gets ready. 

I play my music as loud as I want while I take an extra long shower and take my time putting on a face mask. I’m being a little extra about my getting ready routine, but I’m taking advantage of the space and the free time. 

Shrugging off my towel, I pull one of Stu’s old shirts over my head. I’ve had this one for awhile but it still smells like him. I shut off my music and throw open my closet door open. 

I grab yesterday’s jeans off from the back of my desk chair. I had half a mind to wear them again tonight, but they’re a little over due for a wash. My fingers dig through the pockets as I approach my hamper. There’s no change, but there is a tube of chap stick in the front pocket and a tiny slip of paper in the back.

Unfolding the scrap paper, I fold the jeans over my bent arm. Good luck on your math test - Billy. I grin, thumb and pointer finger pinching the torn piece of paper a little too tightly. 

This isn’t the first time I’ve found one of these notes, but each time is equally exciting. It started relatively recently, the appearance of tiny notes in places I’d never expect to find them. In between the pages of books, slipped into my pencil bag, tucked into my folder next to homework assignments, and sometimes directly written into my notebooks. And now, apparently, tucked into the pocket of my jeans. 

The notes range in levels of sweetness, some of them motivational when I’m stressed over something, and others a little more flirty. The one I found before this one was about how pretty he thought I looked while walking to class. They’re all well loved, kept in a shoe box under my bed for me to re-read whenever I need a bit of a pick me up. 

I go back to my closet, looking through my clothes to find something that looks like I’m in the party mood. If I’m being honest, after such a draining week, I think I’d rather stay home and watch some movies instead of being at a party where Stu and Billy are both going to be with their girlfriends. Normally, that’s not enough to get me out of the party mood, but that paired with how busy I’ve been this week doesn’t have me thrilled for this. At least Randy will be there. 

Sighing, I start sorting through my clothes, trying to get myself into a party mood. I’m sure once I have an outfit I like and I fix my appearance, I’ll feel better about this.

I’ve just laid out a few outfit options on my bed when I hear a few familiar taps against the frame of my window. Tamping down a grin, I look up, not even bothering to look surprised. Billy and Stu are already pulling themselves into my room.

“You know, I do have a front door,” I mumble, straightening the skirt I just laid out on my bed.

Stu dramatically sigh, stomping into my room before flopping face first onto my bed. “That’s the hello we get?”

I roll my eyes. “I was just saying.” Stu props his head up on his elbow, looking up at me with criminally soft eyes. I drop my gaze, reaching for the top that he’s now wrinkling. “And you’re messing up my outfits.”

He watches me as I hold out the shirt. “You’re wearing that?” 

“I don’t know,” I mumble, ignoring his tone, “I have a few options, but I was thinking this with the dark green skirt.” 

Stu rolls onto his back before reaching over for the skirt I’m talking about. He looks at it skeptically. “This skirt?” 

“Yep.” Stu didn’t sound too thrilled. “Why? Do you think it doesn’t match? Because I was thinking about that.” 

Billy pushes away from the wall he was leaning against. “It’s short, sweetheart.” 

I look at him oddly. It’s not insanely short, I mean, I’ve worn shorter. “Not that short,” my eyes look over the fabric that Stu’s still holding, “My mom bought it for me. It’s fine.” 

Stu drops his arm. “I’ve seen the way your mom dresses.” 

“Are you slut shaming my mom right now?” 

“No,” Stu begins lazily, “I’m just saying that that doesn’t mean the skirt’s not too short.” 

I didn’t even want to wear this that badly before. “Too short? You guys aren’t my dad.” 

“Well, considering what you call u--” 

“Oh my god,” I cringe, throwing my shirt in Stu’s direction. The fabric lands against his face. Stu ignores me, pulling it off of him. “What’s the big deal? It’s just a skirt.” 

“A skirt that’s going to have people looking at you.” Crossing my arms in front of my chest, I stare at anything but Billy as he approaches me. His hand clasps around my forearm, pulling me a tiny bit forward. “Looking at what’s ours.” 

I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that the possessive undertones of the words didn’t make my face feel warm. The hypocrisy, though, almost immediately dismisses that. “So I have to be all okay with you two literally having girlfriends, but the line is drawn at me wearing a skirt you guys think is too short?” He squeezes my arm. “Maybe I want a little attention, it’s not like you guys can give me any tonight.” 

Billy’s hold on me goes from casual to nearly painful. His knuckles turn white against my skin and I’m sure that if this goes on for any longer, there are going to be finger shaped bruises there. I meet Billy’s gaze. His eyes have darkened significantly. 

“So that’s what the skirt’s about? You’re throwing a tantrum because you’re not getting enough attention?” 

This is going downhill fast. I’m going to need to backtrack the hell out of this conversation. “No, I-I was just making a point. It’s a little bit of a double standard, you have to at least be able to admit that.” The lack of emotion in his expression turns my stomach. I force myself to hold his gaze. “It just sucks sometimes, going to these things and seeing you guys with your girlfriends, and then I feel bad about feeling like that because they’re my friends.” 

“They’re not our girlfriends, they’re a situation,” Billy’s voice is harsher than it’s ever been while directed at me, “You’re our girlfriend.” 

My eyes widen. Despite how close we’ve gotten, the actual ‘g’ and ‘b’ words have not been used. I know I’ve been tripping over myself to avoid calling either of them my boyfriend by accident. His hold hasn’t loosened, but I can’t help my grin. My head tilts to the side, eyes softening as I place a hand over his. “Girlfriend?” 

Stu walks up to us. I don’t realize that he’s moving until I feel a hand on my shoulder. “Of course you are, you’re our girl.” He extends an arm, somewhat playfully pushing against Billy’s forearm. “Old Billy boy here wasn’t supposed to just say it like that. We’ve been planning it out, we were gonna ask.” Stu doesn’t release Billy’s arm, “It’s all Billy talks about, might wanna ease off on the love spells, he’s obsessed with you.” Stu squeezes my shoulder, running his thumb across the skin. “All day, it’s ‘you think Y/n’s okay?, Y/n’s hair looked so soft today, we should go see Y/n.’” 

Billy throws a look in Stu’s direction, his grip on me loosening. I smile, “Really?” 

“Fuck off,” Billy mumbles, shoving Stu. “He’s the one that’s whipped. Sometimes he misses the smell of your perfume.”

I grin despite their odd tension. It doesn’t take much for play fights to turn into something else, something I don’t understand because half of it is unspoken between them. But I love this. 

“Okay,” I hum, probably a little too chipper as I step between them, “This is officially my favorite argument the two of you have had.” 

They’re both starting to move over to a different world that’s just theirs. I step forward, pulling Billy into a hug. After a second, he reciprocates. I shift, moving to press a kiss to his cheek. “I think about you a lot, y’know.” He’s looking at me calmly, but if I didn’t know any better, I’d think there might be the faintest tinge of color in his face. 

“A lot,” he echoes, tone amused. 

I grin, nodding once, “Yes, don’t make it a thing.” The way the corner of his mouth turns upwards tells me that he’d be happy to have me spend the rest of tonight unpacking what I mean by that. I tilt my head, looking at Stu, “And you.” Stu’s eyes widen slightly as he waits for me to continue, “Sometimes I miss the way you smell, too.” 

Stu’s eyes narrow jokingly, eyes soft, “Really?” 

“Why do you think I’m always wearing your shirts?” 

He smiles, pulling Billy and I into a hug that thoroughly squishes me between them. Sometimes I wish everything could be as easy as it is in our little bubble.

“Okay,” I begin pointedly, playing up my annoyance, “Watch the hair, I’m still getting ready.” Before they can make anything of that comment, I continue, “Even though I’m my own person and I hate that thing where guys are all like ‘there’s no way you’re wearing that’, I guess there’s nothing wrong with taking into consideration how my boyfriends feel.” Saying that makes me so happy I can’t even bother to hide my grin. “How about a compromise--the jean skirt I wore last week and the top I threw at Stu earlier.” 

With a dramatic sigh, Stu drops his forehead onto my shoulder. “You’re going to make tonight impossible.”

He’s exaggerating a little, which is fitting considering sometimes it feels like all it takes to get Stu going is a look that lasts a little too long paired with the tiniest bit of exposed skin. “Sounds like a you problem.” 

Stu looks up at me, half glaring at me through hooded eyes. He lethargically smacks the top of my thigh, right where his t-shirt ends. It’s a testament to his easygoing mood, but I can’t help my dramatic gasp. 

“What?” Sometimes I think Stu would be insufferable if his smile wasn’t so cute. “If you’re going to be mean, I’m going to be mean back.” 

Okay, there’s a chance I am being a tiny bit mean. Did I pick the skirt that had Stu making up a super lame excuse during lunch just so he could get me into a supply closet for a makeout session I had to cut short? Maybe. Was it on purpose? ...I’d like to say no, but honestly, maybe. 

“Alright,” Billy interjects, “I know that look in both of your eyes, and we don’t have time for that.” 

He’s not wrong. I reluctantly pull away from both of them and go back to getting ready. We’ve fallen into a little bit of a routine. I go through my getting ready to go out routine, and they casually--or not so casually--look around my room. If that isn’t entertaining enough, they patiently follow me around. 

It’s kinda cute. Especially if I decide to wear makeup and they ask about whatever it is I’m putting on my face. One of these days I’m going to have to let Stu put eyeliner on me. 

By the time I’m almost done, Billy and Stu are still content with looking around my room. I have no idea what they find so interesting about my space, it’s not like it changes often enough to warrant their curiosity. But if it makes them happy to look through my bedside drawer and leaf through whatever notebook or book are left out on my desk, why stop them? 

Now that I’m dressed and have given my appearance a once over in the mirror, I’m basically ready. All that I need to do is figure out how to get the clasp of this necklace to just...

“You okay?” 

Billy’s sudden appearance at my side nearly makes the chain slip from my fingers. His steps are so quiet sometimes. Honestly, a little more practice and he could play a killer in a movie he’d love. “Yeah, there’s just something about putting necklaces on yourself that’s impossible.” 

“Here,” he breathes, fingers barely grazing my neck as he takes the clasp from me. Billy turns the necklace as he steps behind me. He latches the clasp with surprisingly minimal effort. Instead of releasing me, he adjusts the necklace so that the charm sits perfectly centered. Billy leans towards me, pressing a kiss to the top of my head.

Stu, who was previously looking at a framed picture of me at some birthday party when I was little, turns his attention towards us. “Aw, how domestic, you’re like an old, married couple.” 

I turn just in time to catch Billy’s meant-to-be dismissive eye roll, but there’s the faintest touch of something else, something that might be a little flustered. It’s gone before I can be sure. 

 “We’re cute,” I agree, reaching for Billy’s hand to squeeze it once. “Okay, I’m ready, so you guys should go. I’ll show up in about half an hour, give people some time to get there so that nothing looks weird.” 

Stu frowns, setting the picture frame back in place. “It’s not that suspicious, we’re friends, you’re punctual.” 

I press my lips together. We have our rules in place for a reason, and talking about them too much makes me feel things I really don’t like feeling. “You know why I can’t.” 

Billy must notice my shifting mood because he cups my face. “You’re forgetting something before kicking us out.” When I don’t respond right away, Billy kisses my cheek. “In case you needed a reminder.” 

Of course. If there’s one thing Billy’s consistent about it’s our little traditions. At first, they were just excuses to be cheesy, especially when I was feeling a little insecure, but now, they’re more significant.

I tilt my head upwards, leaving a trail of kisses up his cheek. Stretching upwards, I then place a kiss on the tip of his nose. He then kisses my forehead. Our goodbye ritual. 

“Hey, I’m leaving too.” The fact that I’m surprised that Stu is already within grabbing distance makes me a little too aware of how tired I am. 

Pushing against the feeling that begs me to just stay here tonight, I beam at him. He lets me hug him. His hands find their way around my waist and I press kisses against his cheek until I’ve reached his nose. Stu tilts his head down to help me reach him. My body eases as he presses a kiss to my forehead. 

“Okay, you guys should go.” Shifting awkwardly and dropping my arms to my side, I tact on a half thought in hopes of making this easier on all of us, “Maybe some time alone will do me some good, help me get into the party mood.” 

There’s a brief silence, and then Stu steps back, “See you later.” 

“Yeah,” I say, a little flatly.

Billy’s eyes are trained on Stu, who just barely glances back. To anyone else, it’d come off as casual eye contact. A small feeling that’s little more than an itch at the back of my mind tells me that its the beginning of one of their exchanges. Or maybe I’m just on edge.

They approach the window, leaving like they always do.

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Narrator’s POV

You never thought you’d want to kill Randy as badly as you do right now. One minute, the two of you are casually drinking, and he’s listening to a tipsy you summarize the plot of the latest show you’re invested in, and the next he’s trying to usher everyone into a game of 7 minutes in heaven. 

You swore you weren’t playing, even when Randy started complaining. No one will go for it unless they think they have a chance with someone as hot as you. Your no stood firm, even when other people started sitting in front of Stu’s guest bathroom.

All you wanted to do was be an observer. To sit next to Randy and to ignore the weird looks Billy and Stu took turns sending you from across the room as you finished off your beer. Instead, you had to watch Stu’s spin land on Tatum, and you had to watch him walk with her to the bathroom with enthusiasm. Those 7 minutes had you getting up to grab another drink that you nearly downed before getting back to your seat. 

That was what really set the night off. You had been pacing your drinks before then, wanting to keep the balance between being buzzed enough to be social and drinking enough to become messy. Stu stepping out of the closet with a grin and an arm around an uncharacteristically bashful Tatum pushed you right to that line. Billy ending up in the bathroom with Sidney next is what pushed you over it. 

It’s ridiculous, no one can fully control where their spin lands, but it was all too coincidental. Too perfect. 

And that’s how you ended up here. In a closet with Jonathan White from your second period. The same Jonathan White that’s always staring at your chest. You’re about two minutes into the most awkward small talk of your life while pretending to not notice his leering and clumsy, half thought out advances when the door opens. 

There’s no way that 7 minutes are already up, but you’re too relieved to question it. The calm feeling settling in your chest quickly disappears when you look towards the doorway. Stu’s leaning against the wooden frame, eyes cooly locked on you. 

“Dude.” Jonathan’s complaints die down at the back of his throat when Stu turns to look at him. You can’t fully see his expression, but despite how buzzed you are, you don’t miss his unexpected edge. 

“It’s my house, dude.” Stu’s reaction isn’t harsh in the way you expect it to be. It’s the calmness of his voice that cuts straight through you. “I can do whatever I want in my house, and you’re not going to stop me.” 

You’re not convinced Stu’s talking about his house. “Stu.” You have to bite your tongue to avoid blurting out that nothing was going on. Why should you clear the air? You and Jonathan were far apart, which is more than you can say about him and Tatum. “You’re drunk.” 

Stu ignores the touch of warning in your voice. He doesn’t even let himself look in your direction. It’s the only thing he can think to do to associate his anger with someone that isn’t you. 

“Whatever,” you breathe, deciding that the best thing you can do to diffuse the tension is to remove yourself from the situation, “I’m getting another drink.” 

You skirt past them, practically holding your breath until you’re fully out of the bathroom. No one’s sitting in that lopsided circle anymore. Whatever happened in those few minutes you were in the closet must have killed the mood just enough to end the game. Oh, well, you can’t say you’re too torn up about it. 

The alcohol isn’t settling in your stomach as comfortably as you’d like, but you meant what you said. You’re getting another drink. Maybe that will make you feel less like you’re balancing on the edge of a knife. 

You walk into the kitchen, frowning when you realize that the big cooler’s empty. It’s probably a sign from the universe to quit while you’re ahead, but you choose to ignore it. Instead of going back to the party and finding either Randy or one of the few familiar faces from some of your classes, you decide to go to Stu’s garage. You know for a fact he keeps extra beer in there. 

You step into the space, shutting the door behind you. The separation from the party is refreshing. A part of you regrets coming. Parties suck when you’re not in the specific mood for them. Why are you even here? To sit outside and listen to music that’s too loud while Billy and Stu hook up with their actual girlfriends while you down beer? You don’t even like beer that much. 

An idea latches itself onto your mind. You could leave. You could go home, change into pajamas, and pass out in bed. Sure, Billy and Stu wouldn’t be happy with it, especially considering the looks they gave you during spin the bottle, but you’re not happy with them. And why should you stick around in a setting you’re not in the mood for when they’ve been actively ignoring you since you got here? Obviously, they can’t get away with being all lovey dovey, but they could treat you like a friend. Or at the very least, not keep Sidney and Tatum away from you like you’re the plague.

Besides, all you’re going to do is go home and go to bed. If that makes them mad, then that’s their issue. Especially since they want to act all cute when they’re in your room, claim that you’re their actual girlfriend, and then treat you like you’re repulsive in public.

You’re interrupted from your fantasies of just walking out the front door by the sound of the garage door creaking open. You snap your gaze towards it and fight the urge to roll your eyes when you see that it’s Stu. You’re annoyed and tipsy, but still sober enough to know that the last thing you want to do is add any additional fuel to the fire. 

He walks towards the refrigerator without looking at you. The silence is starting to get to you as Stu opens the fridge. After a second of him looking around in there, Stu turns towards you. He’s holding your favorite drink. Wordlessly, he twists the cap off before extending an arm.

You blink once, slowly moving your hand to accept his offer. “I didn’t see these.”

Stu casually shrugs, shutting the fridge behind him. “Got them for you, Billy hid them in the back so no one else would grab them. Guess he forgot to tell you. 

The ‘forgot’ nearly makes you scoff. They both purposefully ignored you when you first got here and waved at them, and they’ve only looked at you to make you uncomfortable since. But you can’t say that right now. You’re tired and probably more drunk than him. Starting a fight isn’t something you can afford right now. 

“Oh,” you mumble, “Thanks.” You bring the drink to your lips, taking a slow sip. “Think I’m gonna go after this.” 

“Go?” Something flickers behinds Stu’s expression. “I thought you were staying over.” 

A sarcastic comment rises up your throat. After the way they’ve been acting, there’s no way he can think that your ideal ending of tonight is crawling into bed with them. Any bite in you dies down the second you meet his gaze. There’s no way to describe it. Unfeeling. 

“I uh-” You tilt your head, playing into your inebriated state. You shift back, which is all the excuse Stu needs to take two steps forward, practically caging you between him and a wall. “I had a little too much to drink and I’m not feeling great. I don’t think I’ll be a lot of fun, I just need to pass out in a dark room before everything starts spinning.”

He doesn’t look convinced or angry or anything. There’s something eerie about the cold indifference he’s radiating. “You wouldn’t lie to me, right, sweetheart?” 

You let your eyes drop to the glass bottle in your hand. You take a quick sip. “Was gonna ask you the same thing.” The mumble escapes you before you can think through your slurred words. 

Stu takes a step forward. You squeeze the bottle between your fingers a little tighter to avoid shrinking back. “What was that?” 

You look up just in time to see Stu tilt his head in order to regard you a little more cautiously. The last time you had a sub in your science class, they played a video about the structure of a predator’s mind and how they prepare to catch their prey. The way Stu’s eyes darken sends you straight back to that classroom. 

You can’t tell if the heat that rushes to your face is a tang of fear or something else. Or maybe it’s an uneasy combination of both. 

The door squeaks open again. Your head snaps in that direction, but Stu doesn’t look away. He doesn’t even bother putting a less conspicuous amount of space between you. 

“You two okay back here?” You let out a breath. It’s just Billy. 

“All good,” you manage just as Stu says, “She wants to go.” 

You keep your eyes focused on Billy, not wanting to think about Stu that way again. “I’m not feeling great and I’m tired.” The defense is weak, made even more pathetic by the slight pout of your lips. “Plus it’s not like you guys would notice anyway.” 

“What?” Billy’s question is oddly gentle.

The whiplash that gives you is nearly enough to make you drop the glass in your hand. You shut your eyes for a second, resting your head against the wall. Everything’s starting to feel a little too fuzzy. “You know what I’m talking about. At my house, it’s all talk about liking me, calling me your girlfriend, and then I get here and you don’t even want to be friends with me.” The blow up doesn’t make you feel better. The room is full on spinning now, you lean completely against the wall so that it can support your weight. Ugh, you know you won’t be able to handle their reaction. “’M tired, and I-I’m feeling weird. I think I should go to bed.” 

The quiet that follows has you fighting to not push past both of them in order to get to a bathroom. It’s shattered by Stu’s humorless laugh. His breath is hot against your jaw and it’s too much. “Aw,” he hums, his tone so sweet it circles right back to bitter, “She’s jealous, isn’t that cute?” 

You squint your eyes open. “Shut up.” 

“Why?” Billy asks, stepping further into the room, “He’s right. You think I didn’t see the way you were looking at me and Sid when we came out of the bathroom?” 

You sigh indignantly. “I’m too tired for this.” 

“But you weren’t too tired to be all over Randy or Jonathan White?” 

Your glare turns into something meek once you see the way Stu’s looking at you. “I wasn’t all over Randy, he was just the only person that was talking to me tonight because of you two. Neither of you even said hi to me and every time I tried talking to Sidney and Tatum, you’d come by and take them away.” The thought of Jonathan makes you sick all over again. “And I was nowhere near Jonathan White, and I’d never be willingly. He’s a total perv, and he made Shannon Walton cry before class the other day. And Shannon Walton’s the nicest, she always has gum and gives everyone her notes if they’re absent.” 

Stu doesn’t ease. “Don’t change the subject, you didn’t need to play.”

“You didn’t either,” you counter, “And I-I wasn’t even playing at first. I was just gonna sit in the room so I could keep talking to Randy, and then you two--” 

“So you only played because you were jealous.” Billy’s voice has taken on an edge that you don’t like. He continues, walking towards you with even, practically bored steps. “That’s not very nice of you.” 

They haven’t been very nice either, you think bitterly. “You started it.” 

The childish defense leaves the corner of Billy’s mouth turning upwards. “I’m not all over you for for 5 minutes and you get like this.” 

The dismissal makes your face feel warm. “Maybe we should give her a break.” The mocking in Stu’s tone strikes a nerve. “She’s just jealous.” You draw your eyebrows together, and Stu grins meanly. “You’re lucky green’s a pretty color on you, babe.” 

Chagrin fuels your reaction as you burst out a too confident, “’M not jealous.” 

Stu’s laugh is harsh, “You’re not?” 

Pushing down your instincts, you tilt your chin up a fraction of an inch in order to hold your ground. “Can’t be jealous because I know you two are mine.” 

At that, they both seem to still. You hold Stu’s stare until you no longer feel like you’re the one that’s trapped. The confidence is likely in your head and a byproduct of all you’ve had to drink, but it gives you the assurance you need to straighten your spine. Stu angles his head to the side and you’re not sure if it’s a good sign or not. To not panic, you extend your arms, resting them around his neck. The nails of the hand that isn’t holding the bottle trail down his neck. 

You can’t back out now. The way he’s looking at you changes. You can’t interpret his expression, which only puts you on edge more. He wants to be quiet, to dismiss you in one final, petty jab, but the more your nails dig into sensitive skin, the more he struggles. The nail thing’s a habit you developed after realizing how much it affects him.

“Watch the nails, sweetheart.” It’s meant to seem like a warning, but it slips out of him a little too low. He’s overcompensating to cover for what was almost a whine. 

You blink up at him through your eyelashes with maliciously soft eyes. “Starting to hurt?” He’s quiet, you scratch at his skin, hard enough to leave the kind of red marks that disappear almost as soon as they appear.

“This attitude’s cute, but don’t push it.” 

Everything from tonight hits you all at once as you tilt your head innocently. “Or what?” 

Billy knew that you were treading on ice so thin that even Stu couldn’t see the cracks since before you got here. That one comment you made before they left your place had been harder to deal with than Billy would ever admit. Stu pretended that he was fine with it, that he didn’t feel the strain of panic that comes from feeling like they need you more than you need them. And then you showed up here, as pretty as ever, and basically fine when they started ignoring you. And now this. 

It’s a slippery slope. The line between the amount of attitude that gets Stu going and the amount of attitude that pushes him towards something he can’t control is thin.

Billy steals the bottle from your hand and leans forward, grabbing your jaw with his free hand and pulling you into a kiss. It’s so sudden it takes you a second to relax into it. Once you finally do, a small sound escapes you. Billy deepens the kiss with no warning. You clumsily follow his lead despite how much they’ve annoyed you tonight.

He pulls away quickly once he’s sure that the energy in the room has been redirected, resting his forehead against yours. You don’t get the chance to recover. You’re still panting when Stu’s hand finds its way into the roots of your hair. He yanks on it, forcing you towards him. 

Stu’s kiss is hard and disorientating. You know that he has a way of being all consuming when he wants to be, but this is something else. You can’t take a full breath, but Stu doesn’t care. He doesn’t let you go until he’s done, and even then he takes his time releasing you, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. 

You’re dizzy and somehow even drunker than before. You reach for Stu unsteadily. He looks you over slowly. “You get her in bed and I’ll figure out how to start kicking people out.”

Billy places an arm around your waist. His lack of protest surprises you slightly, but you’re not complaining about it. You need his help, and Billy knows it. That, paired with the fact that this is the only time he has an excuse to publicly hold onto you, makes him love when nights end like this. 

He always has an excuse ready in case Sid or someone else notices. Y/n can’t handle her alcohol and she’d kill all of us if we let her go home like this. She’s gonna sleep it off in Stu’s room for a little. It’s basically true, and it also gives Billy the excuse to linger around you. There are a lot of people that’d take advantage of your situation. Sid can’t be mad at that, if anything, she’d be mad at him for knowing how vulnerable you were and not doing anything.  

Billy leads you into Stu’s room, abandoning your last drink on the first surface he finds. He sits you down on the edge of Stu’s bed before opening one of Stu’s drawers. “Here,” he tosses one of Stu’s T-shirts towards you, “You got it or you need help?”

Shutting the drawer, Billy turns back to you. You’re laying down now, not even under the sheets. “You can’t fall asleep like that.” 

“Mhm,” you mumble, face half buried into your mattress. 

With a sigh, Billy walks towards you. He grabs your arm, pulling on you until you’re finally sitting. With a bit of prompting, you stand. Billy watches you struggle for a second before sighing. He keeps you steady as you get out of your clothes and pulls Stu’s T-shirt over your head. 

You’re too tired to care about the fact that you’re supposed to be mad at him. “Bed now?” 

Billy cups your cheek, his thumb soothingly brushing against your skin. “Last time I let you pass out before washing your face, you made me promise to never let it happen again.” 

----

You don’t know how long you’ve been asleep when an unexpected pressure stirs you awake. Ignoring the feeling, you try rolling over in order to pull the covers up to your neck. Something doesn’t let you. 

“You’re up,” Stu whispers against your hair, “You’re up, you’re okay.”

Twisting so that you’re flat on your black, you squint your eyes open. It’s still dark, so you know it’s still night time. You don’t remember exactly how you got here, but you know that you were comfortable. You also only vaguely remember the weirdness and your anger from earlier. 7 minutes in heaven thanks to Randy, a bit of confrontation in the garage. It feels less important now. 

Smiling, you slowly extend your until your knuckles are brushing against his cheek. “What time is it?” 

“Late,” Stu answers. 

“Then wh--” 

“Need my goodnight kisses,” he breathes, pressing a few, quick kisses to your temple. 

You smile, “Thought you were mad a--” 

Stu’s fingers squeeze your hips. “Don’t want to talk about that.” If you were less drowsy, you might have jumped a little. “I just want to go to sleep.”

Nodding you reach for him a little steadier now. Stu relents, leaning into you as you start to kiss his cheek. 

Billy’s hand finds your waist just as you start relaxing again. “What about me?” 

[jessicascharacterbananza]

Yandere Polyghostface- Too much sometimes

They were a lot to handle. Only sometimes, but those sometimes got the better of you. You couldn’t say what started it, the shitty day you’d had at school or the fact that plastered all over the news was yet another killing committed by none other than your boyfriends. But it was enough for you to have locked yourself in the bathroom, head leaning against the door and hands covering your face.

You had tried to muffle the sobs but they became too loud and soon enough both of your boys were trying to coax you out.

“Baby, come on let us in. We wanna help you sweetheart,” Billy says from the other side of the door. You continued to cry, his words almost seeming to make it worse.

“Hey sweetcheeks, if you come out I’ll let you wear one of my sweaters all night long. And I won’t even complain if you spill food on it like usual.” Stu’s comments made you giggle slightly however you were still very upset.

Whilst you appreciated their efforts of comfort it still didn’t feel right to you that the same guys begging you to unlock the door were the same guys that heard the begging of their victims but chose to ignore them.

“Come on darling, let us in, please” He sounded so vulnerable, so caring and wanting of you to let them help. You opened the door just enough for them to squeeze through, closing it again when they both sat down in front of you. You eyes stayed trained to the floor as Stu moved beside you and moved your head to rest on his shoulder. Billy grabbed your hands that had began playing with your trousers and wrapped them in his, tracing light circles on your skin.

“I’m sorry, I sh-“ you started but Billy interrupted.

“If your about to apologise for crying your going to be in trouble,” he says sternly, reminding you of one of their rules.

You can’t apologise for anything unless you have done something wrong. It was a habit you’d picked up, apologising for nothing so as one of the rules you were forbidden from doing so. Meaning if you disobeyed you would be punished which was definitely not what you wanted right now.

“What’s happened?” Stu asks, reaching his hand up to play with your hair. You sigh and lean into him more, a reflex.

“ I got overwhelmed today and when I saw everything on the news it got the better of me. I know it shouldn’t and I’m fine with what you guys do but when I hear about it in details every day I can’t help imagine you both differently,” you ramble, eyes scrunched shut. You hear Billy sigh and feel Stu tense.

“Are you scared of us?” Billy asks reaching towards you and pulling your chin up, forcing you away from the comfort of hiding in Stu’s neck.

“No,” you reply with hesitation. They don’t scare you, but what they do, that scares you.

“It all just gets too much sometimes,” you explain making eye contact with Billy. He nods slightly and looks over to Stu.

They both stand and Billy reaches out his hand to help pull you up off the tiled floor. You allow them to lead you to your shared bedroom and relax slightly as you see Stu got to his closet and pull out the sweater he had promised you.

“New rule, no more watching the news,” Billy says as Stu pulls the sweater over your head and giggles as your hair goes frizzy.

“I like that rule,” you reply, smiling at your lover boys.

They may be a lot to handle and sometimes you question if it’s worth it. But in moments like these when your wrapped in the arms of the boys closest to you, you know that every tear drop, every rule and every punishment is worth the affection they give.

It can get too much, but only sometimes.

[pumpk1n-writes]

Tell Me All About The Dark Places You Hide

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

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

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

Taglist ~ @wasawattpadkid

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

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

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

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

“Oh? What do you mean by that?”

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

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

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

Without thinking Billy answered. “Red.”

“Like blood?”

“Sure, princess. Like blood.”

“Princess?”

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

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

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

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

“Hello?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Keep going, princess.”

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

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

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

[trash-gobby]

Can I request poly!Ghostface finding out their girlfriend is pregnant?

Poly!Ghostface Finding Out Their Girlfriend is Pregnant

Pairings: Billy Loomis X Stu Macher X Reader

Characters: Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Reader

Fem!Reader: she/her pronouns

RATING: PG 13+

⚠️Warning!: pregnancy, discussions of pregnancy, vomiting, panic attacks, anxiety, brief mention of postpartum depression

✨So you’ve taken the test and found out your eating for two. You’d felt a little strange over the past couple weeks, nauseated and a little bloated as well. At first you thought you were sick, but took the test in order to rule out the possibility of it being pregnant.

✨Low and behold you were proven wrong about your sickness theory. You are indeed eating for two, however, now you have to let the boys in on this little revelation.

✨First your gonna have to seat them down somewhere comfortable for all of you, your shared living room is probably gonna be the best spot for this conversation.

✨When you finally get down to telling them the details of what is happening, there are going to be varying reactions, some good and some not so good.

✨Stu is surprisingly enough is going to take this news the best. He might freak out a bit at first, asking what the hell you guys are gonna do and what your plans are. However, once you’ve calmed him down and explained that your keeping the kid and want to raise them all together, he’ll actually be the most excited.

✨He’ll want to buy all the baby furniture, pick out room colours, buy tons of toys, and absurd outfits. He’s obsessed with the idea of dressing the kid up for Halloween in fun toddler outfits, and you have to keep reminding him throughout the beginning stages of your pregnancy that the kid is still a fetus and he needs to slow down.

✨He’s also gonna be obsessively reading pregnancy books and putting up child protection measures around your shared living space to make sure that the little kid is gonna be as safe as possible.

✨Billy on the other hand... He’s a bit more complicated. Not having the most stable home-life and childhood has made him a lot more reluctant to the idea of being a parent. He really wasn’t excited at the idea of having a kid at all. However, he loves you and Stu, and he’ll try his best to be supportive at first.

✨When you begin showing though, Billy’s really gonna start feeling severe anxiety and might even start experiencing panic attacks at the thought of the potential child on the way.

✨Once you start talking to Billy and letting him communicate about how he feels, he’ll probably feel liberated enough to start actually enjoy watching you go through the process of pregnancy.

✨You’ll all work together as a family working on lifting Billy up and reminding him that he isn’t his father or mother, and he can make his own future as a parent separate from his past.

✨Billy is definitely going to be the overprotective partner who will throw hands at anyone who messes with you while your heavily pregnant (there might even be some missing persons coming out of this).

✨Stu will be the one holding your hand and encouraging you during the labour while Billy most likely will be very pale and on the verge of passing out. They will absolutely both cry when they finally get to hold their child. For Billy this is a rare occurrence since he’s not much of a crier.

✨If you go through postpartum depression, they will both be your rocks during this time. They will help out extra with the kid and make sure to take care of you as well, supporting you where you need them to.

✨Billy will probably be the one who wants to dominate the time with the kid, since at this point he’ll be completely enamoured. You’ll have a hard time getting him to leave the kid alone.

✨This is the same with Stu, and they sometimes will argue about who gets to feed and change diapers, even though you can’t imagine who would fight over changing diapers (at least you don’t have to do it as often lol).

✨Overall, the boys will be great parents who will love you and your kid unconditionally 🖤🖤

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Imagine # 956

Gifs NOT mine.

If either gif is yours (or you know who's it is) please let me, so I can give you/them credit.

Gif credit goes to - @netesu (Unless told otherwise.)

Year posted 2022

⚠️Warning(s) - None.

📝Note(s) - Reader comes from a family of fucking giants, so you dear reader are 7'0" alongside your brothers! I like to imagine your brother's as a young, and exceptionally tall, Johnny Depp, but you can imagine whoever you like, just thought I'd offer an idea of who to picture in your mind while reading this.

Quadruplets = FOUR babies born at the same time! (In case you didn't know the term.)

Also note that my preferred name is Jade, so that's why the readers brothers names revolve around J names. Sorry if your name doesn't fit as well as Jade.

(Y/n) and her family had moved to Woodsboro over the summer, and even in that short amount of time away from school, they'd already had a reputation. And when school finally started a lot of people came to calling them the Giants of Woodsboro High. Not that the quadruplets seemed to mind, if anything they seemed to encourage the taunting nickname, embracing it as well as they seemed to embrace their extraordinary height. The leader of sorts was Johnny, followed close by was Jamison, then the real trouble makers Jackson and (Y/n). (Y/n) the only female of the four siblings, and by far the weirdest one of the group as well.

Today was like another, Billy and Stu sat on the edge of the school's fountain during lunch, with their girlfriends and friend Randy. While the Giants of Woodsboro High caused a bit of mayhem as they all four rough housed like kids. The three boys seemingly teaming up on (Y/n) today, but they still struggled to keep up with her swift moves as she dodged them gracefully. The sound of their laughter unintentionally drawing the attention of the group of friends around the fountain. (Y/n) had managed to knock both Johnny and Jamison to the ground, her arms thrown up in the air in triumph. Unaware of Jackson charging at her, that is until he tackled her to the ground.

The force at which he slammed into her sent them both sprawling out, now just a few feet from the group around the fountain. (Y/n)'s face slammed into the ground roughly, a loud crack making the girls and Randy cringe. "Shit." Jackson muttered in regret, both Johnny and Jamison rushing to their sides. "Jesus (Y/n), are you okay?" Jamison asked as Jackson helped her to roll onto her back, the sight of blood oozing from her mouth made Johnny smack Jackson upside the head. A smile cracked on (Y/n)'s face before laugher suddenly erupted from her throat. "I'm fine!" She assured after her laughter calmed down, spitting a bit of blood into the grass, then smiling brightly.

"What a bunch of freaks." Tatum muttered a little to loud, freezing up when (Y/n) locked eyes with her, her smile more sinister than playful now. (Y/n) didn't utter a word, nor did her brother's. Instead she chose to stick her tongue out as far as she could, blood coating the wet muscle and dripping from the tip. Tatum shuttering with a disgusted scoff, her reaction only making (Y/n) and her brothers snicker. Then Johnny and Jackson each took one of her hands, and pulling her up to her feet, everyone taking note of how loud her knees and back cracked as she moved. "Getting old on us sis?" Jamison teased, laughing when she roughly bumped her shoulder against his. "As if." She scoffed playfully.

The four siblings walking off without so much as a second glance to the five friends, two of which found themselves staring at (Y/n)'s retreating form with curiosity. "I bet it was one of those freaks that killed Casey Becker." Randy mused aloud, earning a nod of agreement from Tatum. "Yeah it was probably (Y/n) that did it, if not all of them!" She accused with a scowl. "Leave them alone, their not that bad." Sidney argued, despite the fact that she barely knew anything about the four. "I find that really unlikely." Randy shook his head, trying to rid himself of the image of (Y/n)'s mouth oozing blood. Though while the three argued, both Stu and Billy remained surprisingly quiet.

---

Before the end of the school day, Stu and Billy had convinced Jamison and Jackson to hang out after school. The brothers suggesting that Billy and Stu come to their house, much to Billy and Stu's delight. So when the bell rang signaling the end of the day, Stu lead Billy to his car, the pair following Johnny's pickup truck. One of the boys, they still couldn't quite tell them apart yet, sat with (Y/n) in the bed of the truck. The sight of them goofing around and belting out unheard music, made Billy and Stu conclude that the male in the back was probably Jackson. As they came to notice how Johnny and Jamison stuck together most, while (Y/n) and Jackson caused mischief together.

When they arrived at the quadruplets house, both Billy and Stu were surprised by the sight of the massive Victorian home. The dark red siding making Billy think of the sight of blood dripping from (Y/n)'s mouth. "Damn this place in spooky." Stu mused with a grin as he cut the engine to his car, the both of them missing how (Y/n) had practically bolted into the house before her brother's. When they exited Stu's car they were met with the three brothers. "Don't mind (Y/n)'s rudeness, she's working on a project that the recent murder has inspired." The brother they guessed to be Johnny shrugged casually, a hiss leaving his lips when another elbowed him in the ribs.

"What was that for?" The offended brother asked with a scowl. "You trying to scare them away or something Johnny?" The other questioned with a disapproving frown. "Whatever Jamison. I'm going to see if (Y/n) needs any assistance." Johnny huffed before stalking off into the house. "Sorry about him, he doesn't know when to shut up sometimes." Jamison explained, making Jackson snicker. "No worries, if anything I'm curious to know what the project he mentioned is." Stu smiled as they all began walking to the house. "Oh (Y/n) won't let anyone but Johnny see it until it's finished." Jackson explained as they entered the large house.

"I thought you were the closest with (Y/n)." Billy mused as Jackson closed the door behind him. "I am, but (Y/n) and Johnny bond over their love of painting, so no one but Johnny gets to see her projects until they are finished, and vice versa." Jackson explained as he followed them and Jamison to the living room. "What do you bond over with (Y/n)?" Stu asked Jamison, who shrugged casually. "Working out and MMA fighting." Jamison explained. "We bond over chaos mostly." Jackson cut in with a snicker, wrapping his arm across Jamison's shoulders. "We all bond over our love of video games and horror movies though." Jamison added as he shoved Jackson away from his side.

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A few hours went by before they seen Johnny again, who practically flopped down onto the large beanbag in the corner of the living room, specks of paint on his shirt and jeans. "Where's (Y/n)?" Jamison wondered aloud, tearing his eyes away from the movie playing on TV. "Shower." Johnny replied. "Does she know Stu and Billy are still here?" Jackson asked a moment later. "Doubt it." Johnny shrugged. "That means she'll be dressed for bed when she comes down here." Jackson pointed out, the brothers sharing a look before Johnny got up and casually jogged back upstairs.

"What's so bad about her being dressed for bed?" Stu wondered aloud. "(Y/n) doesn't wear much clothes to bed." Jamison started, only for Jackson to cut in. "Yeah and we don't want her scaring you off!" Jackson snickered, despite the smack to the side of the head Jamison gave him. "In all actuality she'd probably kill us if we didn't warn her that you guys are still here." Jamison explained. "No kidding." Jackson mused seriously, making Stu chuckle. "We're serious, she's got a mean temper." Jamison shook his head at the thought. "Who (Y/n)?" Johnny questioned as he re-entered the living room.

"Yep." Jackson popped the p making Johnny chuckle. "She seems pretty calm most of the time, I mean she didn't blow up on Tatum when she called you guys freaks earlier today." Stu pointed out, gasping when Billy elbowed him. "That's because (Y/n) really likes adding fuel to the fire, she likes giving people a reason to call us freaks. It's like a badge of honor to her." Johnny explained. "What about you guys? Do you like being called freaks?" Stu asked without thought. "We're used to it, and we find it funny at this point. So we usually play along with (Y/n)'s mischief." Jamison admitted, making Stu hum under his breath, satisfied with their honesty.

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Before long (Y/n) entered the living room, dawned in a large black hoodie, which had an assortment of knives around the neck, like a necklace of sorts, and a set of large horns running down the hood she had pulled up over her damp hair. Her legs clad in a pair of sweat pants that were Beetlejuice themed, and fuzzy purple socks on her feet. Stu smirked subtlety as she fell face down onto Johnny, who groaned in protest, which only made (Y/n) chuckle. "You know damn well that's (Y/n)'s spot." Jamison laughed at his siblings. "Well I can't exactly give it up with her crushing me!" Johnny exclaimed dramatically, only making everyone chuckle at them now.

(Y/n) begrudgingly got off of Johnny, as she was amused with his whining. Allowing her brother to get off her beanbag, before she flopped back down, a proud smile on her face. "So you're Billy and you're Stu?" (Y/n) asked as she pointed to either of them, smiling when they nodded in agreement, the three of them happy she got them right. "Do we share any classes?" She wondered, trying to wrack her brain. "We share chemistry." Stu answered, making (Y/n) hum in thought. "Right you sit like four seats away from me, right?" She smiled when he nodded his head in agreement again. "Cool, what about you Billy, do we share any classes?" She asked as she turned her attention to the brunette.

"No we don't share any classes." Billy shook his head, a smile tugging at his lips when (Y/n) frowned. "You're very familiar, have we run into eachother at school before?" She asked. "Well we were at the fountain today when you got hurt." Billy explained, chuckling when (Y/n) gasped in understanding. "Right! Oh man and you decided to come hang out after that little show I put on for miss priss?" (Y/n) joked, making everyone chuckle. "Yeah Tatum's not hard to mess with, and she's got a habit of being a stuck up bitch." Billy mused, laughing when Stu shoved his shoulder. "Hey that's my girlfriend, dick." He was laughing despite his words.

"So have you guys been struggling with remembering who's who yet?" (Y/n) asked. "A little." Stu admitted, Billy only nodding his head in agreement. "Well let me give you two a cheat sheet of sorts. Johnny is technically the eldest, because he was the first born, his right eyebrow is pierced. Jackson is the second born, and the bridge of his nose is pierced. Jamison is the third born, his left eyebrow is pierced. And I'm the fourth born, and my septum is pierced." (Y/n) explained, including herself as more of a joke. "We literally got the piercings as a joke, but also as a way for people to tell us apart." Johnny explained. "Well I got my septum pierced, because I didn't wanna be left out." (Y/n) added with a giggle. "Makes sense." Stu smirked.

"Now if you can remember their names properly, you can tell the boys apart." (Y/n) smiled proudly, the sight surprisingly endearing to both Stu and Billy. "I think we can manage that." Billy assured with a grin, making (Y/n) hum in her throat. "We'll see about that." She countered playfully. "Hey we're gonna order some pizzas, you guys wanna stay for dinner?" Jamison asked as he pulled out his phone, having noticed what time it was. "Yeah why not." Stu shrugged when Billy nodded in agreement. "Cool, do you guys want anything specific form the pizza place?" He asked as he rose from his seat, planning on going into another room to place the order.

"Pepperoni pizza works for me." Billy shrugged. "Me too." Stu agreed. "(Y/n) you want your usual?" Jamison asked. "Yes please." She nodded her head, making Jamison smile as he exited the room. "So where are you're folks?" Stu asked after Jamison left. "They travel a lot for work, and their rarely home." Jackson shrugged. "What do they do?" Stu asked curiously. "Mom writes scripts for movies, and dad is a stunt man." (Y/n) replied, her eyes locked on the TV, which was now playing the first Texas Chainsaw Massacre. "They leave a bank card with us, and leave us to look after eachother." Johnny added with a hint of annoyance in his voice.

"My parents travel a lot for work too." Stu admitted, pulling (Y/n)'s attention away from the TV for a moment. "What about your parents Billy?" Jackson asked. "I'd rather not talk about them." He muttered, again pulling (Y/n)'s attention away from the TV. "Why not?" Jackson asked without thought, earning a smack from Johnny. "What?" Jackson frowned in confusion. "Don't be a dick Jack, if he doesn't wanna talk about 'em, he doesn't have to talk about 'em." (Y/n) hissed at her brother, who looked almost ashamed for being scolded. "Sorry (Y/n)." Jackson murmured softly. "Don't apologize to me dipshit." She rolled her eyes. "Sorry Billy." He corrected himself, smiling softly when Billy nodded his head in acceptance.

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For the next few days Billy and Stu found themselves hanging out with the quadruplets more and more. Finding them all rather interesting, but especially (Y/n), who was often the subject of topic when they were alone. And while their plan was still in motion, they kept delaying their next step, in favor of getting closer with the siblings. Like today they were supposed to mess with and scare Sidney, but instead they found themselves at the red Victorian house, being led into the attic, a room they had yet to see. "So this is where you guys paint?" Stu asked as he followed behind Jackson, (Y/n) and Johnny in the lead, and Jamison behind Stu and Billy.

"Yeah we've made into a studio of sorts." Johnny explained as (Y/n) flicked on the lights, the entire attic lighting up in bright florescent light. Finished paintings and empty canvas leaned against the walls, along side an abundance of paint and brushes, a small sink even tucked into one of the back corners of the room. "So it's finally finished, and you're all welcome to see it now." (Y/n) explained as she stood behind a covered canvas, it stood at the far side of the attic, in front of the one window the room had. "Though I should warn you, it's not for the faint of heart." (Y/n) joked as she looked to Stu and Billy, who rolled their eyes playfully.

Though when (Y/n) pulled the sheet away from the canvas, they were surprised to see just how morbid the painting actually was, both subconsciously agreeing that the faint of heart wouldn't handle this well. The painting was of a naked unknown woman, who was pulling her chest apart. The sternum of her ribcage in plain view, and grotesquely realistic, right down to the blood that looked as if it would drip right off the canvas. Her face was twisted in pleasure, her legs clenched together as if she was seeking sexual relief. Sweat dabbed her forehead, dark black hair cling to her skin, and haloed around her body, it's length unimaginable as it drifted off beyond the edges of the canvas.

"Holy shit." Stu murmured with a grin. "It looks so real." He added as he approached the painting, looking at it as close as he could without touching it. "Looks like it'll come right off the canvas." Billy mused with a smile, making (Y/n) smile proudly. "I take it you guys like it?" (Y/n) asked almost meekly, something her brothers made note of. "It's amazing!" Stu exclaimed excitedly. "Yeah it's incredible." Billy agreed, their praise making (Y/n) beam with pride. "You did good sis." Jackson wrapped his arm around her shoulders, their brothers nodding in agreement. "I call it Lust for Death." (Y/n) mused.

"And well I don't really want her gathering dust up here with the others. She's my best piece so far." (Y/n) looked to Billy and Stu. "Would either of you like to have it?" Her offer exciting both Billy and Stu. "Yeah." They both replied in unison, making (Y/n) chuckle. "Well one of you can have this one, and the other..." She thought for a moment. "The other can either have one of my older pieces, or they can make a personal request." She decided, chuckling then they shared a look. "Feel free to rummage through my older pieces while you decide, mine are the ones along the right wall over there." (Y/n) pointed to where she was speaking.

"We'll leave you guys to it." Johnny stated before he and the other two brothers left the attic, seeing this as a perfect opportunity for (Y/n) to have some alone time with Billy and Stu. "Woah these are so cool." Stu gushed as he flipped through the paintings like they were records, making (Y/n) chuckle as she approached them. "There pretty dark." Billy pointed out, taking his time flipping through each painting. "I'm pretty dark." She hummed casually, leaning against the wall a few feet away from her friends. "Do you normally just give your paintings away? You could honestly make good money if you sold them." Billy turned to look at (Y/n).

The painting he stopped on in view was a particularly vulgar painting of a young man, who was laying in a pool of blood, his heart torn from his chest, and resting in the palm of his hand. A smile stretched across his handsome face, while the crimson liquid was the only thing covering his manhood. "I don't normally just give them away, so you two should feel special." They both smirked at her words. "And I do sell them periodically, my parents rent out art galleries, and we auction them off to rich pricks." (Y/n) added. "Aren't you and your family rich?" Stu questioned with a grin. "Yeah but we're not pricks." (Y/n) smirked. "Well my families kinda rich to you know." He pointed out.

"Yeah well you can definitely be a prick." (Y/n) taunted, making Billy laugh and Stu pout. "She got you good." Billy chuckled at his best friend, before he continued skimming through the paintings. "I feel really attacked right now." Stu clenched his chest in mock offense, effectively making (Y/n) snort. "You're a dope." She teased making him grin in return. "Maybe, but you love me." He joked. "Maybe." (Y/n) hummed, playing along. "You know what." Billy stood up from his knelt position, having placed the paintings back in place. "These are amazing paintings, and I definitely intend in checking out the rest. But I've decided that Stu can have the Lust for Death painting." Billy announced, making Stu still in his rummaging.

"And why's that?" (Y/n) asked with curiosity. "Because I wanna request a painting." His voice was surprisingly soft all of a sudden, or at least softer than normal. "And that would be?" (Y/n) urged. "Paint me like you do them." He stated casually, pointing to her other paintings. "You realize I paint morbid and provocative things right?" (Y/n) wondered. "That's why I want you to do it." He explained, a smirk tugging at his lips when (Y/n) smiled. "You'll have to model for me a bit, wanna make sure I paint you right." (Y/n) hummed as she approached the shorter male, a smirk of her own tugging at her lips as he peered up at her. "I insist on it." He mused.

"Well Stu it looks like you get to take Lust for Death home." (Y/n) cast her eyes to the other male, giggling at the sight of his pouting lips. "Awe I want you to draw me like one of your French girls!" He whined making (Y/n) giggle again, cooing at him afterwards. "Awe darling maybe I will." She pat his hair playfully when she approached him, chuckling when he flung himself into her embrace, unfazed by the fact that his face was practically buried in her tits. "But hey look on the bright side, you get to take this beautiful woman home tonight." (Y/n) hummed as she pointed to her newest painting. "Billy will have to wait a few days before he even gets to see his." She added, smiling when Stu practically whooped with excitement, making Billy roll his eyes, despite the smile on the brunettes face.

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The following day Billy was at (Y/n)'s house alone, while Stu and (Y/n)'s brothers were hanging out at a local carnival that was in town. "So how would you like to be painted?" (Y/n) asked as she sat on her bed, with a sketch pad in hand. While Billy had sat down on the floor in front of her, setting criss cross. "I want you to paint me laying on a bed that's covered with a snow white bedspread." He mused, while (Y/n) wrote down notes on what he described. "I want to be completely naked." He added, smirking when (Y/n) glanced at him with almost bashful eyes. "Okay, what else?" (Y/n) played it cool, despite her heart now hammering in her chest.

"I want to be covered in blood, staining the bedspread." He tilted his head a little. "Anything morbid aside from the blood?" (Y/n) asked as she jotted down notes. "Do you have anything in mind?" Billy wondered, making (Y/n) tear her eyes away from her notes, humming in thought as she observed him. "How about strands of barbed wire coming from out from under the bed, and wrapping around your arms legs, and neck perhaps?" (Y/n) hummed before frowning. "Or how about instead of barbed wire, it's rose vines? Maybe I'll paint your eyes a bright almost unnatural shade of blue." (Y/n) contemplated. "I like that idea, the rose vines will add a touch of beauty to it." Billy expressed with a smile.

"I agree." (Y/n) wrote down some quick notes before tearing the paper from her sketch pad. "Well if you want this to as accurate as possible, you'll have to strip." (Y/n) explained as she rose from her spot on the bed, moving two of her canvas stands to set beside her bed when Billy stood up. "I want it as accurate as possible." Billy agreed before he slipped off his shirt, watching (Y/n) set up the things she would need, smirking everytime he caught her eyes casting to him. "Are you sure you're comfortable with this?" (Y/n) asked before Billy had a chance to remove his boxers. "Yeah, are you?" He asked waiting with his thumbs just passed the band of his boxers.

"You aren't the first person to model for me in the nude." (Y/n) pointed out. "I was really only asking because of Sidney." She added, knowing damn well Billy wasn't single. "It's just a painting, and it's an innocent request." Billy explained, not actually giving a damn about what Sidney would think about this, considering he didn't like her very much, defiantly not like he's grown to like (Y/n). "Okay I just wanted to make sure." (Y/n) nodded her head in understanding, casting her eyes to the side, so Billy wouldn't feel uncomfortable with her staring more than necessary.

Once he was bare (Y/n) instructed him to lay onto her bed, posing however he wants, while also reminding him to make sure it's a comfortable pose. "Okay so I'm going to draw you as detailed as I can, then I'll use that and my notes as references for the painting." (Y/n) explained as she sat down in the chair she had grabbed and moved beside the bed. Now with Billy laying naked in her bed to her right, (Y/n) began her work, her eyes casting to him every few minutes. The entire time she worked Billy simply watched her with curious eyes, finding her focus very endearing.

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Four days later (Y/n) was leading Billy into the attic, promising that he would be the first person to see the finished painting, and the only person if he so chooses. "I think I'll call it the Thorned Lover." (Y/n) hummed as she removed the sheet covering the canvas, and for a second Billy forgot how to breathe. It was incredible, beyond incredible in fact. "Wow." He breathed out, unable to keep himself from touching the canvas, half expecting the blood to stain his finger tips. "I take it you like it?" (Y/n) bit her lip, feeling unusually nervous about one of her paintings. "I love it." Billy smiled as he looked to her, a chuckle passing his lips.

"Really?" (Y/n)'s heart skipped a beat or two. "Yeah." He nodded his head in agreement. "Well I'm happy you like it." (Y/n) admitted with a smile. "Stu's going to be jealous." Billy chuckled. "Oh yeah definitely." (Y/n) agreed with a laugh. "Would you like me to wrap this up for you? You're welcome to take one of my canvas sheets." (Y/n) offered. "Yeah I'd appreciate that." He ducked his head a little, trying to hide the sudden bashfullness that washed over him. "Okay I'll carry it downstairs for you." (Y/n) stated as she picked up the canvas sheet. "I could carry it." Billy offered in return. "Nah don't worry about it, it's not exactly heavy." (Y/n) shrugged.

"Besides I'm a big girl." She joked making Billy smile. "Right." He chuckled before he silently insisted on assisting her with covering the painting. "When will your brothers be back?" Billy asked after flattening down the last corner of the canvas. "They won't be back tonight." (Y/n) hummed as she picked up the painting. "Girlfriends." She added when Billy looked at her with curious eyes, following her out of the attic. "I can't say I'm surprised." Billy admitted with a shrug. "I am surprised however, that you're not at a boyfriends." He added with a false grin. "There aren't very many guys in Woodsboro that are into Amazonian women." (Y/n) mused with humor in her voice.

"If anything I'm kinda surprised I don't have a girlfriend yet." She added with a grin, her words peeking Billy's curiosity even further. "Did you have a girlfriend back in your old hometown?" He asked. "Perhaps." (Y/n) smirked before shooting Billy a wink. "Have you ever had a boyfriend?" Billy asked without thought. "No real boyfriends, but I've had plenty of boy toys. Guys are eager to get into my bed, but they'd rather die than be seen with me, let alone be in an actual relationship." (Y/n) admitted, the news of how men have treated her angered Billy more than he would have expected. "Assholes." Billy hissed, making (Y/n) chuckle. "You can say that again." She hummed as they exited her home.

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That evening after (Y/n) had finished her evening shower, she sat down at the rolltop desk in her bedroom. Picking her her sketch pad she flipped through its pages, averting her eyes bashfully when she flipped to Billy's sketch. She glanced at the drawing, biting her lip before she abruptly flipped to an empty page, ignoring her hammering heart. Working from memory she began sketching Stu's portrait, soft music playing from her stereo tucked in a far corner of her room. It was almost enough to block out the sound of someone knocking on the front door, almost. With a small sigh through her nose (Y/n) sat her sketch book down, and made her way downstairs with long strides, grumbling under her breath about having to answer the door while she's dressed for bed.

"Whoa." Stu gawked when (Y/n) swung open the door, a scowl on her face when she looked to Billy and Stu. Both males eyes raked her in, their eyes trailing up the sight of her very long, and very bare legs, the short shorts she wore leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Her stomach lean and in plain view thanks to her crop top, which only just reached passed her breasts, though the long sleeves hid her arms from their greedy eyes. "Can I help you?" (Y/n) hissed with impatience, resting her hands on the curve of her waist, frowning down at her friend's. "We uh... Wow... I um." Stu stammered over his words, to distracted to form a proper thought, let alone sentence. Billy elbowed Stu in the ribs, effectively silencing the taller boys rambling.

"We thought you could use the company, we brought movies and snacks." Billy explained as he held up a bag as proof. "Who said I didn't wanna be left alone?" (Y/n) taunted, despite stepping to the side, inviting them inside. "A little birdie." Billy hummed sarcastically, making (Y/n) roll her eyes with a smile. "Well you're lucky I like you guys, otherwise I'd have to kill you for seeing me like this." (Y/n) mused before walking passed them, the ass of her shorts read 𝐹𝒰𝒞𝒦 𝒴𝐸𝒮 in bright pink. At the sight boys were suppressing a groan as they stared at her ass, which only just barely fit into her tight shorts, and jiggled with every step she took. "Fuck." They both muttered under their breath, hypnotized by the sight of her in her glory.

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(Y/n) lounged on her favorite black and white beanbag chair in the living room, while Billy and Stu sat on the couch, their eyes often drifting from the TV to (Y/n)'s voluptuous form. "I can feel you staring." (Y/n) mused casually while snacking on a pack of gummybears. "I don't believe you." Billy countered. "You don't believe that I can feel you staring at me?" (Y/n) questioned with amusement. "I don't believe you've never had a boyfriend." He clarified. "I only had boy toys, I never had a real boyfriend." (Y/n) argued while still watching American Psycho on the TV.

"Who in their right mind would let someone like you get away?" Stu questioned what he and Billy had been wondering for hours, since Billy told Stu about his earlier conversation with (Y/n). "I'm seven foot tall, and most men feel inadequate next to me. The tallest men I know are my brothers, so finding someone my height, or perhaps taller, has been impossible so far." (Y/n) expressed, glancing back to them. "Do they have to be as tall as you for you to date them?" Stu asked moving from the couch, to sit on the floor in front of her. "No. All I required is devotion, trust, and acceptance." (Y/n) admitted in a somber tone, her eyes distant and almost cold.

"You don't ask for much do you?" Stu observed with a small smile, finding it endearing. "I don't need much." (Y/n) said with a small smile of her own. "What if..." Stu murmured grasping her left ankle in his hands, his fingers slowly inching up her calf, digging into her skin softly. "What if I told you..." He trailed off again, glancing to Billy, who was glaring in return. "Don't." Billy warned in a hiss, (Y/n) looked to Billy with confused eyes, then to Stu. "Tell me what Stu?" (Y/n) urged with a soft voice, partly worried about what he was going to say. "That both Billy and I are in love with you." Stu admitted.

(Y/n) scowled before almost roughly shoving Stu away with her right foot against his chest. "Don't fuck with me." She hissed. "I'm not fucking with you." Stu defended his declaration. "Bullshit." (Y/n) threw her bag of gummybears at him, rising from her seat she towered over him. While she was trying to seem daunting, the living room light glowing behind her made her look ethereal, even god like in Stu's eyes. "You're the most incredible chick I've ever known, I mean you could absolutely crush me and I would thank you." Stu admitted, making (Y/n) freeze up for a second.

"Is that so?" (Y/n) asked with a tilt of her head, placing her foot against his chest, she shoved him to lay on his back. "Yeah." Stu grinned up at her. "Then that isn't love, that is lust." (Y/n)'s demeanor changed from playful to dark. When she turned away from Stu, she was met with Billy glaring up at her. "Don't try and tell me how I feel, you don't understand how I feel, and you don't get to decide what I feel." He growled at her, his eyes nearly as dark as hers. "Doesn't matter how either of you might feel, you're both in relationships anyways." (Y/n) muttered, her dark resolve crumbling with every word she spoke.

"They mean nothing to either of us..." Billy countered, licking his lips before he continued. "They are only a means to an end, puppets playing their role." Billy added, his eyes glancing to Stu for a moment, who now stood a little ways behind (Y/n). "What are you talking about?" (Y/n) frowned at him. "It doesn't matter." Billy shook his head. "I doubt that." (Y/n) murmured, before suddenly crumbling to her knees, the action so sudden Billy or Stu couldn't have caught her if they tried. "Give us a chance at least." Stu begged with a soft expression, as they both knelt down in front of her. "Do I honestly have a choice?" (Y/n) tried joking, only to chuckle pitifully when Stu bumped his shoulder with hers. "Definitely not." He joked making her smile softly.

"Please (Y/n)." Billy whispered softly, suddenly looking vulnerable before her. "All I require is devotion, trust, and acceptance." (Y/n) repeated herself. "How can I have your devotion, and your trust, when you are still with someone else." (Y/n) argued, her voice cracking as she spoke. "How can I know that you truly want me, that you truly care for me, and you're not just saying this to get into my bed?" (Y/n) continued, her heart breaking more and more with every word. "Let us prove ourselves to you." Billy insisted, a stray tear falling from his right eye. "Okay... Prove it." (Y/n) agreed with butterflies in her stomach, and her heart hammering in her chest.

Wow this was all over the place, sorry about that... Hopefully you enjoyed it regardless of that.

[phefics]

unconventional

ship: billy loomis x fem!reader x stu macher summary: a tickle fight with billy and stu takes a turn when the boys realize how much they like hearing the reader beg. warnings: dubious consent, degrading names (slut), tickling word count: 1.6k

It’s an unconventional arrangement, dating two boys at once. You certainly hadn’t befriended Billy Loomis and Stu Macher with the intention of falling for either of them, let alone both.

But, shit happens, especially when your two best friends are attractive and fucking inseparable. Dating one of them would end up as a package deal, anyway. 

Kids at school couldn’t quite figure you out. One day, you’d be seen getting carried bridal-style by Stu, the next, you’d be holding hands with Billy. Some people thought you were a cheater, some thought you were a beard to hide a gay love affair.

None of you gave a shit what anyone thought.

Your parents weren’t home, and you had invited the boys over for a movie night. Stu had arrived first, because he lived closer, and although Billy got there only a few minutes later, he walked in on an interesting scene.

You had left the front door unlocked, and as he walked inside, he heard shrieking coming from the living room. He panicked for a moment, thinking Stu had broken the ‘Don’t Kill Y/N’ rule, but as he tiptoed into the room, all he found was Stu straddling your thighs, tickling you.

He couldn’t help but grin at the sight. “What’s going on here?” he asked.

You and Stu both jumped at his voice, so caught up in the moment that you had forgotten he was on his way.

“Billy, help!” you cried, still giggling like mad as Stu’s fingers slipped beneath your sweater, scribbling over the skin of your stomach.

“Help? Sure, I’ll help,” Billy said, giving Stu a smirk as he approached, kneeling down on the floor beside you.

He easily grabbed your flailing wrists and pulled your arms up, pinning them over your head.

“Can’t smack me anymore, hm?” Stu teased. “Thanks, Billy, I was startin’ to fear for my life there.”

“No problem. We couldn’t let that pretty face get bruised, could we?”

While you agreed that Stu had a pretty face, you wanted nothing more than to punch him in it as his fingers creeped higher, tickling your underarms with a newfound vigor, now that you were helpless to stop him.

Your laugh grew in volume, in intensity. “You fuckers,” you gasped out, kicking your legs wildly. “I’m gonna kill you both, cut it out!”

Billy let out a low chuckle, his breath ghosting over your ear. Stu, meanwhile, giggled along with you, clearly pleased with himself for starting this whole thing.

“You want us to stop?” Billy asked. “Cause it seems like you’re having fun…”

“Yeah, I mean, you’re smiling like crazy,” Stu added. “Why would we stop makin’ you smile, baby?”

"Besides, we're certainly having fun."

You whined as his fingers slowed to a torturous, feather-light touch, just ghosting against your skin. “You guys suck,” you said, breathless.

Billy hummed. “Really? We suck? That’s not very nice, Y/N. Stu, I think we need to teach her some manners.”

“I agree.”

And with that, Stu’s hands began tickling you again, dancing over your entire torso, never lingering in one spot for too long. Billy adjusted his grip on your wrists so that he was only holding them with one hand, using the other to flutter over the side of your neck, making you scrunch up your shoulders uselessly.

This was awful. It was torture. But…There was something exciting about it, too. Being held down like this, helpless and pliant beneath their touches as they exploited your weak spots…Stu’s hands brushed against your chest as he went, and you weren’t wearing a bra, and you felt your nipples grow hard at the quick, barely-there contact.

“You gonna apologize to us?” Billy asked.

You shook your head. You had nothing to apologize for. They did suck, you were just telling the truth.

“Always so fuckin’ stubborn,” he sighed, before using his free hand to tickle your armpit, making you squeal.

“Maybe she’s not giving up because she likes it,” Stu said. “She’s such a slut, I wouldn’t be surprised if this turns her on.”

If the tickling itself wasn’t hot, those words certainly were. You felt your pussy throb when you were called that, felt a thrill up your spine.

Billy chuckled. “Yeah, you’re probably right,” he said. “How about we make a new deal, Y/N? Stu’s gonna pull your pants down, and if you aren't wet right now, we’ll stop. But if you are, well…Maybe we’ll take the rest of your clothes off and keep going.”

The fingers stopped, finally giving you a chance to fully catch your breath. Your skin buzzed with the phantom sensation, your head spun from their teasing words. But most of all, you knew for a fact that you were wet, and your heart pounded in your chest at the realization.

Stu gave you a mischievous grin before getting off your legs and grabbing the waist of your sweatpants, yanking them down to your knees with no preamble, and cupping his fingers over your mound, pressing against your folds through your panties, feeling the obvious dampness that only made his grin grow larger, more devilish.

“You were right,” he said. “Little slut’s getting off on this.”

You opened your mouth and shut it again. What were you supposed to say? Deny the obvious? Attempt to elaborate that it wasn’t really the tickling, it was everything combined? Would that really save your dignity?

Billy laughed. “Fuckin’ knew it.”

You let out a soft whimper as Stu’s fingers rubbed against your pussy, trying to buck your hips to gather more friction.

“So needy,” Stu muttered, almost to himself.

Billy released your wrists and made quick work of pulling your hoodie over your head, the cold air making goosebumps rise on your bare skin. Your nipples hardened even more, and you grew even more aroused as you were stripped.

Stu pulled your pants down the rest of the way, and your underwear, too, leaving you naked on the carpet and blushing like mad.

“Ready for round two, baby?”

You shook your head, squirming wildly as they caged you in between their bodies. “Please, I—”

They didn’t let you finish. If you really wanted them to stop, you knew what to say, and you hadn’t, so they had no reason for showing mercy.

Stu began squeezing up and down your thighs, occasionally scratching behind your knees as well, while Billy dug into your ribs.

The combined sensations made you burst into laughter, slightly hoarse with how loud you’d been the entire time. You thrashed, but they easily dodged your flying limbs and kept tickling.

“So fuckin’ cute,” Billy cooed.

“Fucking adorable,” Stu agreed.

You wailed as Stu ran his fingers over the sole of your foot, toes curling in an attempt to block the feeling, but it did nothing to provide any relief.

“Please,” you managed to say. “I can’t take it anymore, stop it!”

To your surprise, they did. Your begging usually only turned them on more, and you doubted they were truly going to stop.

Stu positioned himself between your thighs, pushing them apart so he could bring his face to your pussy, looking up at you with those sweet blue eyes.

Billy’s hands came to grab your breasts, and you moaned softly as his thumbs brushed over your nipples.

Stu licked at your entrance teasingly before beginning to eat you out, holding your hips and easily finding your clit with his tongue.

Your head lolled back into Billy’s lap, legs spreading even wider to give Stu better access to your aching clit.

All the rough-housing, the name-calling, the teasing had gotten you so worked up, and they were finally going to give you some relief.

Or, so you thought.

Slowly, Billy’s touch became light and ticklish again, blunt fingernails tracing along the curve of your tits, up to your collarbones, down to your sides. You squirmed and laughed softly, trying to ignore it and focus on the pleasure Stu’s tongue was bringing you, but that bastard had also begun to wiggle his fingers against your hips, all while focusing the rest of his attention on your clit, causing a mixture of moans and giggles to spill from your lips.

“So pretty,” Billy murmured. “So sensitive, too. But you take it like the good girl you are, hm? You’ll take whatever we dish out, won’t you, slut?”

“Yes,” you reply, your speech slightly slurred.

“You gonna cum for us like this? Fuckin’ helpless, fuckin’ adorable…”

You whined as Stu’s mouth brought you closer to climax, and Billy’s words were certainly helping. “Yes,” you said again. “Please, make me cum…”

You felt Stu chuckle against you, the heat of his breath making you twitch.

Their fingers were still tickling, in that maddening sort of itch that made you want to crawl out of your skin more than it made you want to laugh. It kept your entire nervous system alert, buzzing like electricity as you drew closer and closer to orgasm.

“That’s our girl,” Billy said. “Begging like a good slut. You can cum baby, cum for us.”

His words were all you needed to be pushed off the edge, legs shaking as you came with a cry of pleasure.

Stu popped up from between your thighs, all wild-eyed and adorable, like he was so proud to have given you that orgasm. His lips were shining with your wetness, and Billy leaned over you to kiss it off for him.

As your boyfriends kissed, you flopped back against the carpet, breathless and spent. Your skin still tingled and you felt high off of adrenaline.

“How ‘bout we get you cleaned up, huh?” Stu said, gesturing at the sticky mess on your thighs.

You blushed. “My shower is not big enough for the three of us,” you said.

“But we could run you a bath,” Billy suggested. “And you could watch us have a little fun…You got us so fuckin’ hard.”

You could see both of their cocks straining in their pants, and grinned. “That sounds like a plan.”

An unconventional relationship, an unconventional sex life…You couldn’t care less if it was strange. It was fucking perfect.

[multifandomwaifu]

Little Princess (Stu Matcher x FEM!Reader x Billy Loomis)

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Ok, I am back with another shot since I got my mind filled up lately with only those two.

Kinda lime-ish (??) since it involves Stu.

Also, I am legit the only one that noticed in this scene Stu looked kinda shocked to see Randy 'dead' on the floor? I legit just noticed. I don't know if it was his acting but you can legit see him taking a shaky breath before using the voice modifier. I think he just noticed back then that their whole plan involved people that shouldn't have been there in the first place.

Just my two cents. *shrugs*

Fandom: Scream 1996 Pairing: Stuart Matcher, Billy Loomis and AFAB Reader

Pronouns: She/her

Warnings: Lime-ish or smutty, probably OOC boys, innocent reader, corruption kink, MINORS DNI

Words: 2.271

Entire back laid down upon the satin red sheets that she was quite certain were more expensive than her own broken down car or the poor salary she could get in a whole month of work. Her gaze laid upon the male by her side, his hair ruffled up, sticking to places while his cheek rested upon his arm, blue mischievous orbs gazing up at her while she gave him back an innocent smile, arm reaching to push up some locks of hair that fell into his eyes.

They were waiting for the third person that belonged to this relationship. Billy was outside, doing gods knows what. The male was always mysterious and left his partners in the shadows most of the time. After all, he was the brain in this whole ordeal.

"Gods! What's taking Billy so damn much?”The girl complained, brushing her fingers thru her thick (hair colored) locks, an exaggerated look forming on her facial features. She wasn't worried, oh no. Billy was a big boy. He could take care of himself. What worried her was who the poor soul to catch his attention for such a long period of time, was. Rest in peace. That's all she could think about since the male had quite the temper and she was an eyewitness to most of his outbreaks, but most of the time, he was mainly deaf. As a fable says, he dumb shuts up and does it.

Stu couldn't help but chuckle at her antics. (Name) would always get this antsy whenever their triplet spent too much time into the wildness of this town. This piece of shit town. Stu couldn't wait to leave this, move to some cabin into the woods, and spend the rest of their lives there, even own some dogs too. Maybe some cats? Any animal was more than welcome into the household.

"He's probably out killing somebody, the usual stuff, love.”Stu mocked out, holding his hands up in a surrounding manner once his lover gave him the eye and looking quite shocked at his words. He had to quickly backpedal his words, chuckling to show that he joked only to move himself to fall back on the fluffy pillows while she turned to give him a questionable look. She didn't know about their rather..extra-curricular activities that they performed from dusk till dawn. And neither she knew about the skeletons they were hiding under their bed. Mainly Stu’s bed, right now.

"Kidding, love. Man, you should see the look on your face right now. Totally gotcha, didn't I?”He mutters out, reaching over to cradle her rosy cheeks and press a slobbery kiss onto her left cheek, a smug look forming on his lips while he leaned back to put some space between the two of them. She couldn't help but to reach a hand in disgust and wipe off the saliva from her heated skin, maintaining the eye contact.

Being just this close was a rather..dangerous move. Mainly when the person beside you was Stuart Matcher that finds just breathing to be a turn-on to his sex-crazed mind.

Boy only functioned on that. (Name) was pretty sure of that. ”Tho, if he doesn't hurry up. We can always start without him..just the two...of us..”His fingers pads run down the exposure of her arms, poor girl thought the idea of a tank top to be the best option for tonight, the best idea for the male presumably, not for her. But Stu wouldn't comment on her sense of fashion, he preferred clothes OFF after all.

She had to give the male a side glance and shake her head at his childish antics.”Absolutely not! We are waiting for Billy.”She replied sassily, moving to brush off his dangerously busy hand, rubbing circles on her inner thighs, opting on moving himself between her legs to rest his chin on one of her knees, looking up at her like a kicked puppy. With those insufferable blue gems of his!

Making a mental note to complain to Billy about his partners rather adventurous nature, (Name) couldn't help but jump at the loud banging sound coming from the window making her get off the bed and quickly rush to open the window, anything to be as far away from a horny crazed Stu.

Behind the closed window was a smirking Billy, giving a nod to (Name) only to climb inside the room, closing the window behind him with a small clicking noise following it. He was closing the window. Just to be safe.

"You guys weren't thinking of starting this party without me, riiiight?”His question was mainly aimed at Stuart but the male gave a careless shrug back as a reply, while (Name) was happy to wrap her arms around the brown-haired male's neck, tugging him down to her height only to press a heated kiss against his rather chapped lips, mumbling into the liplock she was a good girl and waited for him just like he ordered her.

His rather built-up arms wrapped around her waist, staring down at the female for a moment only to guide her back to the bed where the other male was watching them rather amused.

"Finally! I’ve been waiting all day man! All this pent-up frustration isn't good for my peer pressure problem.” Stu cried like a child, showing just how badly he was suffering from the lack of human touch. Either that or his need to be in the center of attention.

"Stu, don't you have a working hand?”She asked, raising an eyebrow in the male's way while he gave a curious glance back, looking at his working hands then at his pants, back to (Name), and then back at his hands.

Ooohh! The two brain cells finally started to turn in his brain and the male couldn't help but let out a throaty laugh, tongue sticking out and all.

"Right, right. You’re perfectly right as always, (Naaaammmmeeeee).”Stu couldn't help but drag her name out, his hands already making work of undoing the belt around his pants before fiddling on his zipper, tongue peeking out to wet his lips while he murmured nothing could compare to the real deal. At this point he was fighting to push his jeans down his legs, finally being freed of the enemy right now only to strike a pose in his underwear, standing rather proud and tall.

Billy looked rather amused at the scene, watching as (Name) face palmed herself and stuttered that she was just joking, cussing lightly once hands wrapped around her waist and she was bought closer to the still dressed Loomis kid.

It was quite funny that Stu was so hyped about some real action. The only action he got from this whole fiasco of a relationship would be some rubs and kisses here and there, maybe if she was in the mood they could fool around in the bathrooms or the changing rooms after he got done with practice.

"So, how was your day? Except for what I can see right now. Stressful to babysit this fuckrag.”Billy whispered against her ear, his teeth making quick work of nibbling at her earlobe making the poor girl stutter her answer out, her own hands moving to rest on top of his while he held her in a rather possessive manner.

She didn't mind in the slightest. Getting lost into the pools of brown that stared down at her. A groan made the two return their gaze to the male still atop the bed, his hand working him thru his underwear with (Name) groaning at the sight, asking what the hell he was doing.

"I told you (Name)! I waited all day for this and I will be damned if I stop just cause your pretty ass is here. If maybe..you could pose on that chair over there..”Stu groaned out, pointing an index finger on the velvet red chair sitting in the corner of the room, tho the poor guy was met with a pillow being flung to his head.

The male let out throaty laughs that fully turned into groans. ”Have some damn respect. You could’ve gone to the bathroom and finished that up there. But you got to be a disgusting piece of shit like always.”Billy sassily replied, moving (Name)’s head until it rested against his chest, fingers combing thru the knots in her hair while he hid her from the obscene image in front of her.

"You guys entirely sure you don't want to join me?”Stu's words become slurred out and raspy, the male biting down on his lower lip soon after while (Name) let out a squeak, looking up at Billy since the male's chest vibrated with the chuckles he left out.

Their innocent (Name) to join in? Sure. They touched and did a couple of adventurous..touches but this was beyond her safe zone.

Both males got quite shocked tho once she pushed off Billy's chest, moving towards the bed with a shy expression, cheeks redded up in color by the minute while she was chewing on the inside of her cheek.

"I don't know what to do..but show me.”Her words came out confidently but you could hear the shyness in her tone, being rather afraid of taking that step ahead but she was willing to learn, and to help with however much she could.

Stu’s eyes darkened up, taking the sight of the kneeled female in front of him, the eager look on her face while she just watched his hand movements. Oh, how he wanted to corrupt her mind, her delicious and innocent mind. Mold her into the perfect and most obedient toy he could muster. But there was still..Billy.. In the way of that being a dream come reality.

"You entirely sure that you want to do that princess? Who knows where that has been before.”Billy tutted from behind the two, being the little bastard that he was, always taking any open opportunity to hit at Stu's ego which was supposed to be his partner in crime. Quite literally too.

Billy kept watching the situation with calculating eyes. He was the more calculated one in the group, always thinking up ahead of the situation before it happened, making sure the outcome came out as he wanted.

And right now, he just wanted to see how much they could push past some boundaries. Unlike in his relationship with Sidney, he was taking his time, molding up the girl to his own and Stu's expectations, seeing just how much they could go past her safe zone. Turn her into the perfect fuck toy, and maybe partner too.

If this one failed, hey, they could always find someone else. That’s how it's been for a while now. They were happy this way, at least their relationship was stable enough, with minimal couple fights. But a third partner into the whole fiasco..that was something he had to approve of.

Turning back his attention, Billy opted on taking a seat in the chair Stu previously mentioned, chin resting on top of his hands that rested on his knees, watching his blonde partner instruct the girl, her smaller fingers wrapped around his much bigger ones, while the two of them picked up the speed, kisses being shared along with mixing of moans and groans, the slicking sound becoming louder and louder while the bed cracked once in a while once the two moved the position to become more comfortable and less tense.

"So, just like this? I am not hurting you, right?”(Name) asked, her own two hands wrapped around Stu’s length, the blonde being on his back, head prompted on the multitude of pillows he had lying around, his hands covering his face while he wasn't shying back on being the loudest and filthiest in this partnership.

"Yeahhh, fuck. Just..just like that (Name). You could even squeeze a little. I won’t break.”Stu instructed, cracking one eye open to watch the girl determined face, tongue peeking out from between her lips while her thumb caressed the dripping tip. Just so clooose..so agonizing close. Until she leaned down to press the flat of her tongue against the tip making the male jump slightly and watch her behind half-lidded eyes.

(Name) gave some more innocent flicks of her tongue, leaning back to trace a fingernail against the pulsating vein, that was quite the push since the next second white liquid dripped down her fingers and soaked the bedsheets under them but she didn't stop, opting on pumping the male until he spent every last bit of himself. After all, he waited all day for this, right?

"Was that good enough?”She asked innocently, licking her lips only to give a proud smile, wiping her hand clean on the already ruined bedsheets, moving up to Stu once the male shifted his position to rest on his elbows, pressing a kiss against the female's lips before brushing another one against her forehead, mumbling how much he adored her even though they wouldn't push past that. For now.

"Now! Who wants to watch a movie?”The girl asked happily, fingers lacing together while she gave the two males an adorable look that neither of them could reject, making quick work of taking the girl downstairs to choose the movie and grab their beverages for the movie marathon.

Anything for the little princess. Maybe she could fit right into this whole ordeal. The two had to see how much she could handle before they would tell her the whole plan, get her involved in the movie, and maybe in the sequel.

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Wouldnt that be right, (Name)? You wanna be in the sequel?

[f1nalboys]

Perks of Being Sick - Poly!Ghostface x GN!Reader

some domestic billy and stu <3

WORD COUNT: 560

WARNINGS: fluff, reader and stu are sick, throw up mention

When Billy got home, the last thing he expected was to see you and Stu on the couch, bundled up in blankets, each holding a bucket. “Uhm… what’s going on?” He asks, closing the door behind him slowly. Deep down he knew the answer but he didn’t want it to be true. You sniffle, wiping your nose with the back of your hand.

“We’re sick,” Stu says, his voice hoarse. The tip of his nose was red and his cheeks were tinged pink. Billy grimaces, nodding slowly. Sick. God fucking dammit. “Y/N and I were throwing up for the last four hours, we just now stopped. Still feel like shit,”

You nod, sinking down further into the couch. You were in shorts and a tank top, constantly bouncing between being freezing and nearly overheating. Billy knew this was bad; the last time someone had been sick around him it was practically hell on earth. You had never been sick, not like this at least, during your relationship with Billy and Stu, so he was really trying to figure out how much of a pain you were going to be.

Billy knew Stu was going to be a baby about it. He always was, even when they were younger. Billy shudders at the memory of when Stu had gotten food poisoning and needed Billy to help clean up after him. He couldn’t eat chili for years. “So… do you guys need me to, like, help you?”

“Could you get us some saltines? You know, to help settle our stomachs? And maybe a glass of cold water?” You ask and he couldn’t say no, not with how awful you were looking. Heading into the kitchen, he searches through the cabinets, finding the pack of saltines in the very back of one. He has to stand on his tippy toes to reach it and he’s starting to feel glad that both you and Stu were stuck on the couch because if either of you had seen that, you’d never let him live it down.

He fills two cups with water and ice, tucking the box of crackers under his arm, and makes his way back to you two. He hands you your glass and places Stu’s, who was ‘resting his eyes’, on the coffee table. “Thank you, baby. How was work?” You ask, gulping the water down in an attempt to soothe your throat.

“Not as interesting as yours, apparently.” Billy says with a smile. He puts the saltines down and waves his hand, motioning for you to scoot over. He sits down in between you and Stu, putting the blanket over his body and pulling you into his side. Wrapping his arm around your shoulder, he takes the remote and flips the tv on.

Settling into his side you yawn, your eyes closing slowly. “M’just gonna rest my eyes,” You say to Billy. He hums, smiling, knowing that you were going to be knocked out in seconds. Stu moves in his sleep, his head tilting to lay on Billy’s shoulder.

“Goodnight, you two,” Billy mutters, kissing the top of both Stu’s and yours head with a grin. With the both of you being asleep, he lets himself settle, relaxing at the feel of the two people he loves pressed against him. Maybe the two of you should get sick more often…

[slasherbvnnie]

Until We Found You | Part IV

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

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

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

 Word Count: 2673

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Housewife

Part - 4

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, hinting masturbation

Part 1

"This is my favorite outfit so far." Tatum clapped as you spun around. The outfit in question was a checkered skirt matched with a sleeveless mock turtleneck top. Thankfully the stockings you bought yesterday had yet to fail. You kicked up your white go go boot striking a pose for a laugh. "This whole style choice of yours is dick repellent." Randy said, opening up his granola bar. You snatched it from him taking a bite. "You'll have to give me some tips then because I'm pretty sure you get more dick than all of us combined. And that's including Stu so that says something." Stu pointed at you surprised at the sudden dig. "How'd you know?" He said making the group laugh harder. Randy grabbed his granola bar back not caring you had just eaten part of it. You laid down on the concrete resting your head on Randy's lap.

"Since when did you two get so close?" Stu asked knowing about how hostile yesterday was. "Since I found out she's a lesbian." Randy joked. Billy looked at you seemingly to give the idea some thought. "She can do whatever she wants to it's a free country, as long as she invites me to watch." Stu said and Tatum shook her head. "Me and Randall here made up in 2nd period. He's not so bad when he's not babbling on about shitty horror movies."

Randy stands up knocking your head forward. "Okay which is better Texas Chainsaw Massacre the 1974 original or Aliens the 1979 original?" Billy scrunched up his nose like that was even a question. "Texas Chainsaw Massacre no contest." Billy spoke and Stu echoed his answer. Even Tatum put her two cents in. "Leather face is in Texas Chainsaw Massacre right?" Stu nodded. "Oh then that movie." Everyone looked at Sydney to give the last answer. "Don't look at me I haven't seen either of them." Billy laid back down mimicking your position.

"Aliens is by far a better choice because-" Stu started throwing grapes at him not missing a single shot. "Booooo!" You laughed at Stu happy to know the crowd agreed with you. "Told ya." You chimed as Randy sat back down. "What are you two doing tonight?" Sydney asked Stu and Billy. "Probably chill at my place, watch some movies. Why you wanna come?" She shook her head. "I was just curious." Sydney said picking at her nails. "Welp I'm going to split. If I don't see ya have a good weekend." You waved them off as you went back into the school. Walking the halls you headed towards the nearest bathroom.

You propped your purse up on the sink pulling a compact out. Funny enough the bags under your eyes seemed softer than they've been in months. "You sure are in a good mood today." Billy said as Stu locked the door. You jumped at his voice clutching imaginary pearls. "Did we scare you?" Stu asked leaning on Billy. "What gave it away Sherlock?" You closed the compact sliding it back in your purse. "You two shouldn't be in here." Stu bent down to check under the stalls. "Relax we're the only ones here." He said standing back up. "Still, being a girl in a bathroom with two guys that have girlfriends isn't really a good look for me."

"It's not like we're going to have our way with you." Billy watched your body tense up at Stu's words. "Unless you'd want that of course." You were uncomfortable. You'd like to say you trusted them but you'd only known them for 3 days. "Lay off man." Billy shrugged his friend arm off his shoulder before talking again. "We just came in here to ask about tonight. I'm running by the video store after school, what movie do you want to watch?" You calmed down just a little seeing Stu smile at you. It was genuine not one with two meanings behind it.

"Any movie? Or are you wanting horror movies?" Stu hopped up sitting on the sink. "We're watching Christine first." Billy looked at him then back to you. "Whatever you want to watch." It was a risk. He wouldn't sit though some boring ass chick flick. Not even for you. He's seen one too many with Sydney. "Have you seen Ferris Bueller's day off?" Both the boys shook thier head. "Are you being serious? It's one of the best movies ever." You said shocked. They highly doubted that but they let you have your moment.

You and the boys made plans for tonight. Billy would stop by the video store to pick up Christine, Ferris Bueller's day off, and he refused to tell you what he picked out. Saying "it's a surprise." You volunteered to cook dinner. They argued saying they could live off popcorn but you wouldn't allow it. Anyone staying at your house would be having a home cooked meal. Stu was simply bringing himself and a deck of cards.

The bell rang and you quickly shoved your school supplies in your locker leaving them for the Monday to come. "Are you ready to have your mind blown?" Stu's hands blew away from his head as he stuck his tongue out faking an explosion. "I doubt your little movie is that good. But I'll give you the benefit of the doubt." Stu tried to hold hands with you which you quickly shut down. "If you're worried about Tatum and Syd they're both already gone. Dewy picked them up." You were worried about them. You were also worried about that giddy feeling crawling back up your chest. "I'm not worried I'm appalled. I'm not some cheap whore you know?" You walked backwards for a second to catch his reaction.

"I'm well aware of that Ms. Crocker." The two of you cracked jokes and had playful banter as you made it to your car. "Do I get to pick music this time?" With the puppy like expression on his face he already knew your answer. "Sure but you're not going to like the options." You both slid into the car, Stu going straight for the glove box. "Elvis, Beatles, Boston, the Bee Gees? Really?" You looked at him with a smile. "Don't shit on the Bee Gees." You said holding back a laugh. The car pulled out of the parking lot heading straight to your place. "I care about you but we've got to do something about this." He held up a Carpenters tape with a look of shame on his face. "Most of these aren't even mine okay?" He simply hummed with doubt.

"Whatever you say Betty." He grabbed one tape pushing it into the tape deck. "This, I can get behind." He said confident in his selection. "What'd you pick-" Stu's finger rested on your lips. "Shh let it play." You swatted his hand away with a smile. Space Oddity began playing to your surprise. "I learn something new about you everyday." You said as he began singing the words as horribly as he could. He might be a little on the annoying side but he sure could make you laugh. At some point you chimed in. You both sang the songs together laughing at each other back and forth. Stu wasn't so bad.

"Put the tape back where you got it." He said "yes ma'am" as he slid it back into the glove compartment. You clicked the garage door open and slowly pulled your car in. The car became quiet once you pulled out the key. You closed the garage door, you and Stu hopping out at the same time. "Make sure to take your shoes off before you go in." You slipped off your boots carrying them inside. "Just bring your shoes up to my room." Stu didn't want to fuck this up but you made it too easy for him to make jokes. "You're taking me to your bedroom?" He said as cheesey as humanly possible. Before you could come up with a snarky response he pushed you out of the way.

"Holy shit this place is ugly!" Your face dropped as you closed the garage door. "I love it!" He exclaimed walking to the kitchen. "Is that a compliment?" You asked genuinely confused. Stu paused for a moment sniffing the air. "What is that smell?" You chuckled at his concern. "It's the pot roast." Confusion painted his face. "You started cooking this morning?" You smiled sheepishly. "Well yeah I knew you two were coming over." He might've just fell in love with you. "Come on let's put our shoes up and get dinner done before Billy gets here."

Stu looked all around not being able to look at one thing for too long. "Woah this is your room?" He admired the posters on your wall first. "The one and only." You grabbed his shoes sitting them up on the rack next to yours. "You like these movies?" He asked like you had them up there just to start conversations. "Of course I like them. That's kinda why I bought the posters."

Stu had to revaluate everything he thought about you. "You know your place reminds me of Dazed and Confused." You lit up at the name. "Oh my God I love that movie!" Stu took a second to really look at you. He thought you were hot from the second he saw you. That feeling hasn't changed any but there's definitely more to it. "I saw it in theaters like 4 times. You know you don't have such bad taste after all." You fake gasped. "I have amazing taste you just wait."

"Speaking of taste I've got to get started on dinner." He followed you to the kitchen with a question. "Isn't it already done?" He must not cook a lot. "The roast is yes but I've got to make mashed potatoes to go with it. Oh and do you want Macaroni and cheese or green beans?" He was definitely in love with you. "Why are you doing all this?" He asked his voice kind of sad. Stu really hadn't been a priority or even cared for, for a very long time. "Because you and Billy are my guests and I'll be damned if you leave here without having a good meal. Now Mac and cheese or green beans?"

Billy pulled into the driveway slowly as to not attract attention. It would be his ass if Sydney and Tatum saw his car over at your house. Before he could knock he stopped to listen to the sound of your laughter paired with Stu's. It was a pleasant sound but he couldn't help but feel a little jealous. His knuckles made contact with the wood alerting you and Stu both. "I'll get it. Keep stirring the mashed potatoes so they don't stick." Billy knocked once more. He wasn't very patient. "I'm coming!" You opened the door waving Billy inside. "Where's your coat it's freezing out there?" It was then he realized he left his jacket in the car. There was no way that unbuttoned flannel and white t-shirt was providing him any warmth.

"Hey buddy!" Stu waved from the kitchen. "I need you to open the garage so I can pull my car in." You made a stirring motion to Stu noticing he stopped. "Yeah give me one sec." You said to Billy as you opened the door to the garage. Clicking the button on the wall the door slowly lifted up. "Thanks babe." He said as he walked to his car. "Babe?" You whispered as your chest grew tight. "Betty help it's bubbling!" Stu shouted your nickname. You shook your head walking back into the house. "The heats too high." Slowly you turned the knob and the bubbling stopped. "Have you tried some yet?"

"No." He said but the small dot of mashed potatoes on his nose said other wise. Your thumb swiped off the food from his face and he knew he'd been caught. You wiped your hands on your apron. "Was it good?" He dipped his finger in the pot pointing it towards you. "Try it." He tried to smear it on your face but you wouldn't let him. "No!" You shouted with a laugh running around the kitchen. Stu chased you around the table laughing as much as you were. "What is going on? I can hear you all outside." Billy asked as he shut the door to the garage. "You really wanna know?" Stu asked.

It was too late. Now Stu chased Billy leaving you to laugh at both of them. "Get near me and I'll bite your fucking finger off Macher I mean it." You were belly laughing at this point. "Okay guys calm down the foods done. Billy, the plates are up there can you set the table?" Without a response he grabbed the plates. "Stu can you get the silverware? It's in that drawer." You pointed to the wood cabinet. "On it." Stu grabbed one of everything sitting them on the placemats next to the plates Billy sat down. You were busy moving the mac and cheese into a pyrex dish. "Someone sit this on the table." Billy and Stu both jumped to help nearly knocking the hot food out of your hands.

You awkwardly laughed at the silence. "Don't worry I've got another one." You handed Billy the glassware, quickly filling another one up with mashed potatoes to give to Stu. "I've got iced tea, lemonade, soda and water." You opened the fridge showing them what you had. "I'll have Dr. Pepper." Stu said and you handed him the glass bottle. "Billy for you?" Both the boys looked flushed. "What's that at the bottom shelf?" Stu pointed. You bent down seeing a bottle of Coke.

Unbeknownst to you every time you bent over the tops of your thigh high stockings were on display. Billy's eyes followed the black line from your ankles all the way to the little black bow at the top. Stu looked over at Billy trying to read his mind. "It's Coke. Did you want this instead?" You asked. "I'll take that." Billy grabbed it from your hand. "Let me get you two the bottle opener." You pulled out the drawer grabbing the opener and tossing it to Billy. "Where's your bathroom?" Stu asked politely. "Down the hall and to the left." With speed he left the Dr. Pepper on the table and practically sprinted to the bathroom.

"What's his problem?" You asked Billy. He only shrugged. Although he knew exactly what his problem was. It was the same problem he was starting to have. Billy sat down at the dinner table popping the lid off of his bottle. "Thank you." His was quiet but not silent. "You're welcome. It's the best I can do. Do you want your roast on top of your mashed potatoes or separate?" He thought about it for a second. "Separate is fine." You nodded grabbing his plate from the table. You put a good amount of roast and vegetables on his plate before sitting it back down in front of him. "Smells good."

"Let's just hope it tastes good." You laughed. "But thank you. Stu helped quite a lot actually." That was surprising. Living with Stu, he got take out 5 days a week and the other days they barley ate at all. Neither Billy or Stu cooked. Not for lack of trying on Billy's end. You placed a spoon in the mashed potatoes and in the Mac and cheese before fixing you a glass of water. You sat it down on the table picking up Stu's plate. Once he had a good amount you put his plate back where you got it.

"Is he coming?" The question almost made Billy laugh. With the Coke bottle up to his lips he said "Probably." The joke went clear over your head. In the meantime you hung your apron up and sat the salt and pepper down on the table. "There you are. I thought you fell in." You smiled and he returned it. Billy's eyes found Stu's having a silent shameful conversation. The last thing you did before sitting down was fix your own plate. While you put food on your plate Stu went ahead and grabbed his fork. Before he could eat Billy kicked him under the table. "Ow!"

"The bowl's hot." Billy made an excuse for his friends outburst. You went back to what you were doing as the two had a conversation. "Wait for her." Billy mouthed. Stu's lips formed an 'o' as he understood what he meant. You finally sat down with them finishing putting food on your plate. They both waited patiently for you to take the first bite. "Do you think I poisoned it?" You asked wondering about their odd behavior. "No but you cooked it so you should get to eat first." There it was again that giddy feeling. "Oh..." You said with a smile.

You had never seen two people eat so much. It made you think they'd never had food in their lives. Both bowls were completely empty and the poor crockpot looked like it'd seen hell before. "That was the best damn food I've ever had." Stu exclaimed. "Thank you, Y/n." He said grabbing your hand on the table. "You're welcome. If there's one thing I can do it's cook." Billy's head laid on his crossed arms on top of the table. "Is he dead?" You whispered to Stu. Your hand rubbed Billy's back slowly hoping he wasn't sick. "You alright?"

"I can't move." He mumbled against the table cloth. You bit your lip trying not to laugh. Billy sat up his head falling back over the kitchen chair. A moan left his lips from how much he ate. Stu saw the way you straightened up in your chair. Your eyes raked over Billy's exposed neck. His adams apple on prominent display. "Damn." Billy sat up looking at you. "What's wrong?

"Huh?" You asked furrowing your brows. "You said 'Damn' like something was wrong." Stu really couldn't help but laugh. "What's funny shit face?" He asked his giggly friend. "Oh nothing. Leave the dishes I'll clean them up." Billy rolled his eyes. In all his years being friends with him he had never once seen Stu clean a dish. "You don't have to do that I'll do them later after you guys go home."

Home? That thought never crossed either of their minds. They didn't want to go "home." "Listen I love hanging out with you both but I seriously can't have two grown men in my house staying the night that I barley know. What if you robbed the place?" That was your concern. Billy smiled at the innocent worry. "Then you'd get what we stole back monday at school. Don't you have a guest room we could stay in?" You did but it was used as a junk room now. There's no way you could clean it out tonight. They could stay in your dad's room but considering that's were the guns are you'd rather not. "Do you even have something to change into if you were to spend the night?"

Stu jumped from the table going to grab his bag. "I brought mine and Billy's clothes." You put your head in your hands as you groaned. "Fine but you're both sleeping on my bedroom floor." If that's what the rules were then so be it but they knew how easily they could bend them.

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Part 5

A/N: I haven't proofread this yet so I apologize from any misspellings. I'll be going through it again tonight. Hope everyone's enjoying it so far!

[polyghostfacehours]

Hi, I love your account! 💕I wanted to request a poly!ghostface (or individual if you want) fic where they are cuddling and reader can’t sleep so she wakes the boys up because she wants a kiss/make out? I hope that makes sense lol

Bruh I relate to this so hard. Did this waaaaay too often on my last relationship. Worth it though it was great.

I decided to make this a little Choose Your Route thing, since it makes more sense to just wake one of them up for a quick sleepy make-out sesh (also it's more polite, imagine being woken up to make-out just to have that person move to kiss your other partner after a bit instead. Like damn you woke me up for that bih? wtf good night damn). Also kept it Gender Neutral this time.

TW: very slight barely there nsfw

You felt like it had been hours since you started staring at the stucco ceiling above you. And in all honestly it probably had been. You laid there, tired but not tired enough, and every time you closed your eyes in hopes of finally drifting, a whirlwind of thoughts and worries wracked itself through your mind.

You sigh.

It had been your turn in the middle that night, but the arms that were usually wrapped around you were absent, the summer heat much too pervasive and suffocating to properly hold one another the whole night. Luckily, the air conditioning worked it's magic to make the temperature more tepid, but nontheless Billy and Stu had ended up on either edge of the bed.

You turn to your right to see Billy laying supine, his sleeping face turned away from you, and arms haphazardly strewn above him. Taking the time to admire the exposed muscles of his raised up bicep, you feel a warmth that had nothing to do with the heat spread along your cheeks. His neck was exposed from his head being turned away, and you'd give anything to kiss along that vein that always popped up along it when he was upset and lock-jawed.

To your left lied Stu. He was on his side facing you, one arm bent and tucked under his pillow. He must've been dreaming something, the twitching movements behind his lids a surefire sign of his REM cycle doing it's job. His jaw was tensed as well and his brows were furrowed. It was crazy how he managed to look baby-faced one second and then like carved out marble another, like right now. Your eyes scanned the curve of his broad shoulders, and your mouth twitched at the thought of kissing along them.

Fuck. You really wanted to have some sleepy, sloppy make-outs now.

The problem was, who to wake up and do that with...?

Choose Billy:

Your eyes slide back to Billy. It was rare that you could catch him off-guard or vulnerable, and the curiosity of how waking him up to smooch would play out won over the surefire enthusiasm Stu would have.

Moving your body over towards Billy, you press your front against his side softly, and begin by gingerly placing your hand on his abdomen. His muscles twitched slightly, but other than that he made no other moves, the steady rise and fall of his chest indicating his continued slumber. You lift your head slightly to crane your face over his shoulder and to his neck. Soft, butterfly kisses was all you started with, but after about a minute of that with minimal reaction you decided to up the ante.

Your lips latch on to that one spot on Billy's neck, right on the carotid artery, that you knew drove him wild, and you begin to nip and suck. He twitches and a small "haaah" noise escapes him. It's only when your tongue laves right over the spot and presses down that his dark brown eyes shoot open and he jerks his head towards you. You pull back to avoid your heads colliding and smirk at his confused expression.

"Y/N?" he blinks down at you, his hand coming down to rub at his bleary eyes. "The hell are you doing?" he mumbles as he drapes his arm over his face.

"I wanna kiss you."

He removes the arm to stare at you "...Kiss me?"

"Yup." you pop the 'p' rather loudly, not worried about disturbing Stu. He slept like a rock.

Billy's expression quickly shifted from tired to annoyed and your expression falls when he turns his face away from you back to it's original position.

"Go back to sleep, Y/N"

'Mission failed' you thought bitterly. He's fucked you for simply breathing sexily in his direction before, so you were hoping that Billy's near constant state of horniness would pervade over his desire for shut-eye. But you guess you were wrong.

"Damn, okay. I'll just make-out with Stu then."

This catches his attention, and he once again turns his head back to you to shoot you a glare. Jealousy is almost never an issue in your relationship but every so often it sprouts up in little healthy bouts like this, usually done deliberately by one party. And he took the bait, as you and Stu have many a times before. Hook, line, and sinker.

"You're so fucking needy you know that?" he complains, but nonetheless turns his body to fully face you and bring his arms down to wrap around you. You smile as you reach up to meet his lips. Pulling you against him, your lips move against one another in a slow, sensual fashion. Eventually, you feel Billy nip at your lower lip, pulling a small moan from you. He seemed to like that reaction, because you could feel him now smirking against your mouth as you continue kissing.

He pulls away for a second, a heated expression on his face. He bites his lip before rolling on top of you and lowering himself down onto his elbows to continue your make-out. Pressing his chest against yours, Billy's tongue slips into your mouth, sliding against yours, soft and languid, in a way that had you gripping his shoulders as heat pools in your loins.

The soft sounds of kissing fills the air, and you guys stay that way for a good while, simply enjoying one other. He moves to kiss along your jaw, down your neck, and then latches on to the same area that you had marked on his neck earlier, leaving a matching one on you. He trails kisses back up again, attempting to recapture your lips, but you duck your head down to shower soft kisses under his jaw and down his neck instead. He hums and chuckles, enjoying the soft display of affection, before he grabs your hair to gently pull you back to his mouth.

You want more, desperately, and judging by the hard poke on your thigh so does Billy. But he's nothing if not a petty bitch. Thus, with all the casual confidence you've associated as characteristic of him, he unceremoniously breaks the kiss with a lick of his lips, rolling off of you and back onto his back. You huff out a breath as he shifts to face away from you, moving onto his side. You turn your head to glare heatedly at his back. You knew better than to push your luck though. After all, you could tell the reason he did that was to frustrate you; to get back at you for disturbing his peaceful slumber. You knew you could absolutely reach over and seduce him into continueing your little night time romp, but you also knew he'd have a much worse punishment for you the next day if you did. Damn his endless patience and self-control.

"Night, Billy." you mumble in frustration.

"Night Y/N." he replies, and you swore you could hear the smirk in his voice.

Your restlessness problem was still there, just now with a hefty dose of blue balls a la Billy Loomis. A sigh escapes you.

How the hell were you supposed to sleep now?

CHOOSE STU:

You turn to face Stu. Of the two, you knew Stu would be much more receptive to having his sleep interrupted for kisses. The man lived for spontaneous shit like that, and would no doubt be delighted at the prospect of you or Billy taking initiative to shower him in love, regardless of time.

You move over towards him, careful not to disturb Billy behind you. Placing your hands on Stu's broad shoulders and placing your head onto his pillow where his arm lied under, you begin to pepper tiny kisses along his chest. He makes no move, as expected. Man sleeps like a he's already dead. You move upwards to kiss the shoulders you had been eyeing a few moments ago, and decide to nip here and there as you did so. Still no reaction. You groan internally.

You crane your neck to nibble at his chin, and that grants you a cute albeit brief scrunch of his face. Bringing your hand up behind his head, you gingerly tilt his face downwards until you can press your lips against his over and over. You continue doing that, throwing in a nibble here and there. Still nothing.

'What the fuck? Is he actually dead or something?'

Your face twitches in annoyance. All you wanted was some kisses and it seems like you weren't getting them tonight. But you were nothing if not persistent, and continued your assault, showering his whole face now with tiny smooches. As you're about to shift and try and kiss his ear in desperation for a reaction, you catch his lips quirking upwards, giving himself away. Sneaky bastard. The motherfucker was awake already, milking this for all it was worth!

You almost let out a growl and, nipping his earlobe, you whisper lowly in his ear.

"I know you're awake jackass."

You pull back to look at his face and, lo and behold, a full smile was plastered on it. Stu pops an eye open to look down at you and you pout in response. He let's out a soft laugh and leans down to your ear to whisper.

"Hey now, I'm trying to get my beauty sleep, babe. You don't look this good without effort."

His breath tickles your ear as he says this and you giggle a little too loud before slapping a hand over your mouth. You feel Billy stir behind you before settling back again. While Stu is distracted by looking over at him, you swoop upwards to capture his lips. He grins into your mouth and brings the arm that's not under the pillow to loosely wrap around your waist. Breaking the kiss you stare into his eyes and state as bluntly as you can.

"I want kisses."

He grins. "Yeah, I've, uh, gathered that."

Rolling your eyes, your lips meet once again, and Stu wastes no time in getting to passionate territory. He runs his tongue along your bottom lip before slipping it sensually into your mouth. His large hand is now moving up and down your back slowly, drawing a small moan from you. He chuckles into your mouth and continues moving his lips and tongue against yours.

Both his arms move to grab your hips and, slowly as to not disturb the sleeping brunette behind you, Stu rolls you on top of him. Your make-out session ups in its intensity, your lips now smacking against one another, and hushed moans leaving your lips and into each other's mouths. Stu moves his arms downwards to grope at your ass and squeeze, and he lets out a giggle when you jump a little. He presses you down onto him and you could feel him straining against his boxers.

Just as your arms begin to trail down from his shoulders and past his chest you hear the entire bed move and the two of you break apart. You and Stu both turn towards the movement, and see Billy had moved from his back onto his side, facing away from you two. You let out a breath of relief, as does Stu, and you both look back at each other and try to hold in your laughter. The effort had you frown-smiling and looking away, whilst Stu sucked in his lips, biting the inside of them.

You roll off of him, and he lets out a tiny noise of protest. Turning to him to smile, you cheekily bring your fingers to your lip in a shushing motion and wink at him. He gets the message: Don't wake the sleeping beast with a hot and heavy make-out sesh that excluded him, or suffer the consequences tomorrow.

Feeling warm and content, your eyes drift close as you slowly allow sleep to engulf you, oblivious to how intense the blue balls you had just given your boyfriend is, as well as the sleeplessness you had now unwittingly transferred to him instead.

[lucifers-horror-harem]

Could write headcanons of : Ghostface being in love with a GN Reader ,but the reader is dating Sydney.

Okay I finally finished this one!!! I hope you enjoy it, I had a hard time deciding how to finish it but hopefully people will enjoy it <3 Gender Neutral Reader for this one!

Ghostface Obsessing over Reader while they’re Dating Sidney:

You had been interested in Sidney since moving to Woodsboro, and finally, the two of you were together! She was always so sweet and kind to you, hanging out with you often and bringing you along to join her friends. Everyone was welcoming and made you feel like you had always been part of the group. You got to know Tatum, Sidney’s fierce ride or die best friend. Randy loved letting you borrow his favorite movies and going on and on about them.

There was also Billy and Stu, who seemed to be best friends as they were really close and hanging out together. Stu was the comedian of the group and loved teasing his girlfriend Tatum. Even though she rolled her eyes at his lame attempts at jokes, you could tell she loved him a lot. Billy on the other hand was the more quiet and brooding of the two. He usually kept to himself unless he had something to say, and when he did he would always maintain intense eye contact. 

Nothing seemed to be off until the first letter showed up in your locker. The envelope was plain, with only a sticker of what looked to be hydrangeas keeping it closed. When you opened it there was a simple swooping writing, proclaiming their love for you. You smiled to yourself, assuming Sidney had written it for you.

After school, you met up with Sidney and the group to walk home, and you told Sidney you loved her thoughtful words. She gave you a quizzical look and asked you what letter you were talking about. Stu and Randy had also butted in at this point, pestering you to show it while Tatum kept trying to tell them to chill out. Eventually, you caved and pulled out the letter, showing them as they gathered around. Tatum turned to Stu and Randy to pointedly ask them if they did this as a stupid prank, but they insisted they didn’t. Billy simply shrugged and said that maybe you have more than one admirer on your hands, making Sidney frown for a moment before quickly changing her demeanor and brushing it off as some silly note. She said if anything it just shows how other people see just how great you are. That thought did make you smile a little as she gave you a hug and a kiss on the cheek. 

After a few weeks, you had completely forgotten about the note. You and Sidney were as great as ever, and you had even gone on a cute picnic date in the park with her the day prior. When you left your house that day to relax in the backyard with a book, you noticed an envelope placed on one of your mother’s hydrangea bushes. Immediately your mind recalled back to the previous letter with the sticker of the hydrangea on the back and your stomach dropped. When you opened the envelope, it only said how cute your date with Sidney was and how they wished that they could be the one treating you instead.

You dropped the note and looked around, your head on a swivel as you tried to see if the person who left the note was still there. Obviously, they liked to watch to see what was happening in your love life so they must have been watching you currently. Sadly, they were smart enough to keep themselves hidden, and you were left with racing thoughts as to who could be leaving these notes.

You decided not to tell Sidney, it would only worry her. This was just some loser that obviously couldn’t get the hint that you were with someone else. There was no point in upsetting her or making a bigger deal about it than it was because that’s what this weirdo wanted. 

That didn’t stop the letters though. They only got more and more insidious as the days went on, mentioning things from your bedroom, what they saw you and Sidney doing, all manner of private moments were known by this person. You were sure they wouldn’t stop until something came to a head, and you were afraid of how dangerous that something would be for you.

By then the threats began shortly after you tried to ignore the notes. They told you how they would hang Sidney’s guts around your backyard as a macabre form of streamers to celebrate when you would soon be free to date them. They said they couldn’t wait to see you cry and marvel in awe at their handiwork.

You thought it was all fun and games until one of your classmates showed up dead on your doorstep. It felt like the whole world stopped as you went through the gambit of police, medical, and reporters trying to figure out how this could happen in a sleepy town like Woodsboro. Even when everyone, including your friends and Sidney, told you this was some freak thing, you knew better.

Sidney was the only thing standing in the way between them and their delusional happy life together with you. It made you sick, knowing that Sidney could be in danger because of you. The only solution you could see was breaking up with her, but it tore you up inside. How dare this asshole try to control your life like this? You didn’t even know who they were and yet they still were adamant that they somehow owned you and you were disobeying them by not following rules. 

So you took a page out of their own book. You wrote Sidney a letter, explaining in as much detail as you were able to why you couldn’t be together anymore. Sniffling back tears, you told her how sorry you were to do this to her but you couldn’t face her in person. It would just be better this way. You didn’t want to ruin her life when she still had so much of it to live. Whatever was going to happen was only going to happen to you. 

You took the next few days off of school, wanting a few days to yourself to gather your thoughts. As it was, you were certain you were going to lose all the friends you had just made this year over this, knowing they would understandably take Sidney’s side over yours. 

No new notes had shown up since you had broken up with Sidney, and you were grateful for the reprieve. One less thing for you to deal with. But you began to remember all of those anxieties in an instant when you went down in the middle of the night for chicken nuggets and you heard a noise behind you. Closing the freezer, you slowly turned around and dropped the bag when you saw who was standing there.

Two figures in long black robes and blank white masks stood in front of you, one of them taller than the other. The shorter one was waving a long blade in his hand in a mocking hello gesture. Finally, a familiar voice came out from behind the ghostly visage, black eyes haunting you as he said, “Ready to be ours?”

[jessicascharacterbananza]

You never had to fight me- Yandere Polyghostface

You should have told them you’d be home early, you should have told them that you got the early bus. But you didn’t. Instead you wandered aimlessly into Stu’s home only to see a girl crawling towards you covered in the red sticky liquid that now adorned your hands.

Without thinking, you had ran to her aid pushing down on her stab wounds to try and stop the bleeding. Her hands wrapped around yours as she gurgled in pain, blood running from her lips. You recognised her as the girl who sat in front of you in history class. You recognised her as the girl that laughed when you had tripped in the hallway and dropped you papers all over the corridor. That’s why she was here. But you couldn’t leave her.

Just as you went to speak a voice from the kitchen did.

“Y/n go upstairs right now,” said Billy. He was dressed in the ghostface robe but his mask had been removed. Behind him was Stu, a knife in hand dripping red.

“But-”

“No, don’t argue. Go upstairs,” Stu cuts in sternly. You slowly pull your hands away from her abdomen, feeling the blood begin to pour once more. You attempt to block out her cries, begging for you to come back and save her from your partners. You didn’t. Instead you continued walking, and closed the door to Stu’s bedroom.

The screams stopped eventually, but they replayed in your head. You hadn’t washed your hands of her blood, it left stains on Stu’s white Cotten bedsheets. Luckily you’d learnt how to rid of the stains in sheets, clothes and skin.

Their footsteps could be heard coming up the stairs. The bedroom door opened with a slam. They weren’t happy.

“You aren’t meant to be back yet,” Billy says pulling off his costume. Stu follows suit.

“I finished running errands quicker than I expected so caught the early bus,” you explain. Your hands fiddle with your bracelet, not daring to meet their gazes.

“And why the fuck didn’t you call? What do we always say when you go out without us? Huh?” Billy says, his tone growing harsher with every word.

“To call you when I’m on my way back so you know where I am at all times,” you reply, repeating the words that had been drummed into you since you first started dating the boys. Clearly you hadn’t learnt their rules well enough.

“Not only did you disobey one of the most important rules we have for you but you tried to help that blonde bimbo from bleeding out!”

Okay, Billy was very angry now. His face had gone a deeper shade of red, his brows were screwed and his shoulders tense.

In one fast move his hand wrapped around your throat lifting you from Stu’s bed and pinning you to the wall. You try suck in any air you can but his hand remains firm against your neck.

You look over to Stu for some kind of reassurance that Billy wasn’t going to hurt you more than he had already but he wasn’t looking at you. His eyes were trained to the dried, crimson blood that marked your hands.

“You don’t have to fight me,” you whimper, struggling to speak as Billy holds his hand tighter. He looks at you, faltering slightly and allowing you to push away from his grasp and run to Stu arms and wrapping around his front. He doesn’t hug you back.

You begin to cry, the hot tears running down your cheeks and leaving wet patches on Stu’s T-shirt. Your knees buckle beneath you as you fall to the floor, sobbing over Stu’s feet. It hurts where your heart is. Like a hot metal iron has burned through any hope you had that they could be the ones to save you.

Two arms come under your armpits, lifting you up and forcing you legs around their waist. It’s Stu. He pushes your head into his shoulder and bounces you slightly trying to lull your tears.

“You never had to fight me,” you whisper.