#Tatum x reader x Sydney

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Dating Sydney and Tatum would include~

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- In a perfect world, Sydney and Tatum would have dated each other instead of galivanting around with their murderous lavender marriage boyfriends, so it's really not that hard to imagine them in a poly relationship.

- They’re likely already dating by the time you come into the picture, and you might also be dating someone as well; whether that someone is a girl or a boy. Regardless of their gender, Tatum and Sydney undoubtedly annoy the shit out of them, mainly because he/she immediately picks up on the fact that your overly supportive best friends are definitely into you and have ulterior motives; i.e. making you their unicorn.

- Though Sydney respects your current relationship; Tatum not so much, they both have a tendency to accidentally upstage your gf/bf in every given scenario. They’re out the door the minute you call to ask for a ride, they’re the ones that take you to the hospital/nurses office whenever you’re hurt, they make plans with you before your partner even knows you’re free, they buy you the exact birthday present you were hoping for instead of the generic jewelry your partner gets you, etc, etc, etc.

- Though you don’t believe they’re purposefully trying to meddle in your relationship, you can see why your gf/bf would be annoyed by them. You’re not blind to the fact that the two girls take up a lot of your time, that they can be a little pushy and that they make themselves; a little too, comfortable in your day to day life. When you go on double dates, it feels more like your partner is third wheeling. When you’re hanging out alone with your gf/bf, they have a tendency to crash your plans. When you’re spending time with Tatum, she has a tendency to jokingly flirt with and/or tease you about your partner.

- And though it might be easier to play dumb or shift the blame to someone else, you’re also not blind to the fact that you allow them to hog you. You know that you should set more boundaries with them, but you just don’t have it in you. You don’t want things to change between the three of you: you don’t want to spend less time with them, you don’t want to tell them to stop caring about you so much, you don’t want Tatum to stop being affectionate with you, you don’t want any of it.

- So when your partner inevitably gives you the foreseeable ultimatum; choosing between them and your two best friends, your choice is easy. You choose the same thing in every timeline, in every lifetime, in every universe. You choose your girls.

- Living in a small town means never being away from prying eyes. This concept usually pertains to nosey neighbors, but since both of your girlfriends are involved in an ongoing murder case, not only do you have to worry about judgemental Woodsboro citizens, you also have to worry about parasitic and invasive journalists. None of you want your sexualities blasted across a million different tabloids and newspaper articles, so you try to keep your relationship a bit of a secret….

- That doesn’t stop Tatum from being clingy, walking around with her arms around both of your shoulders/waists or holding your hands; she’d definitely be the reason for any rumors that spread about the three of you. Sydney is naturally less affectionate. She’s not cold, she’s just not prone to constantly touching you like Tatum is. Because of this, whenever she boldly grabs you and/or Tatum it always catches the two of you off guard.

- The three of you typically stick to pecks on the lips whenever you want to kiss each other. It’s not because you like them best, but because both of your girlfriends wear makeup and you don't want to deal with pesky lipstick stains while you’re trying to go about your day.

- Kisses with Tatum get a bit steamy: they usually end up as makeout sessions that are passionate, and slow, and lingering. Sydney’s kisses are a little more inexperienced: she’s not totally virginal but she has a tendency to be more chaste, kissing you sweetly and sometimes a little clumsily. She has more of a “time and place” mindset, so she’s less likely to engage in the risky kisses that Tatum likes to engage in; i.e. kissing you in places where people can easily walk in on or see you.

- Cuddle piles and cat naps. Tatum sleeps on her back with her head on your arm and Sydney sleeps on her stomach literally on top of the two of you; though things can occasionally change depending on the amount of bed space.

- One of your girlfriends has an entire extra bed in her bedroom and the other has the house to herself nearly every other week, so weekly sleepovers have become sort of become routine for the three of you. You go to each other’s houses so often that it practically feels like you’re living with each other.

- They take turns sitting in your lap whenever it’s unoccupied. A lot of the time, the three of you sit together in a big jumble of limbs: someone’s leg on someone else’s, head on another persons shoulder, hand on someone’s thigh, etc. Sometimes it’s hard to tell where one girlfriend starts and another one ends.

- Tatum uses pet names constantly. Sometimes it’s just because while other times she does it with the express purpose of annoying you. She’s the type of girl who constantly calls you babe, but also exaggeratedly calls you snookums or pumpkin just to see you roll your eyes. Sydney might throw a “honey” in here or there but she usually just calls you by your given name or a shortened version of it. Tatum loves getting called pet names while Sydney simply doesn’t mind.

- Affectionate abuse. Tatum has a habit of punching people she likes.

- Tatum loves dragging you around for childish fun: toy shops, carnivals, trips down nostalgia lane. She wants to play mermaids in the pool, she wants to have water fights, wants to watch Disney movies, wants to play dress up, wants to spend five dollars getting gumball machine toys, etc. It’s hard not to indulge her when she gets so earnestly excited about something.

- You have an extrovert and an introvert to choose from in literally any situation that you find yourself in. While Tatum; the extrovert, will undoubtedly try to drag you to any party that she can, Sydney will prefer to just stay at home, favoring a quiet night on her couch over a loud and oftentimes obnoxious beer bash. That being said: both of you are suckers for Tatum’s puppy eyes and “for me?”’s.

- Tv/movie dates with Sydney. Whenever she’s home alone and Tatum isn’t free, you always come over with some new rentals and snacks, settling down on her couch and tuning in to whatever you’re in the mood to watch.

- Going shopping together; regardless of what you’re actually shopping for. Doesn’t matter if it’s a three minute grab and go kind of trip to the convenience store or an hour long errand run, they always insist on coming with you and they’re always in a good mood whenever they do; no pointed sighs or eye rolls in sight.

- Sydney has a green thumb while Tatum can’t keep flowers alive to save her life, so you can make things easy for yourself and get Tatum a bouquet and Sydney a potted plant whenever anniversary’s or special occasions roll around.

- Getting matching stuffed animals.

- Sharing clothes. Both your girlfriends have a collection of clothing that ranges from comfortably oversized to purposefully tight, so you can easily borrow things out of their closets whenever you happen to stay the night. On that same note: don't be surprised if you find some of your own clothing stolen and sitting in one of their dresser drawers after they come over for a visit.

- Always going to the bathroom together. Though your inseparable nature makes the three of you act like magnets no matter where you go, public bathrooms make your buddy system work overtime. Doesn’t matter if one of you just needs to pee or fix your hair really quickly; something that would take you minutes to do on your own, you all end up in front of a mirror or in a stall regardless of who initiated the impromptu break.

- Sydney always remembers the things that you talk about, and she’ll go out of her way to buy you whatever she remembers you telling them about. You mentioned that new movie so I rented it, I saw these snacks and thought of you, that book you were talking about was at the bookstore so I grabbed it for you, etc. It’s kind of her love language.

- Tatum always knows the latest gossip that’s going around town and can talk your ear off about a million different rumors all at once. She loves hearing the tea so feel free to spill it to her whenever you want.

- Tatum driving all of you around.

- Sydney burns CDs/makes mixtapes for the three of you.

- Sydney likes nature walks/walks around the neighborhood, and since Tatum isn't much of a hiker, she'd love for you to join her whenever you felt like it.

- Your cycles probably link up, but you’re likely the only one who has an actual reaction to them. Sydney gives off the vibes of those girls who run marathons while on their period and Tatum gives off the vibes of a girl who has three days of light bleeding with little to no cramping. Regardless, they’ll laze around with you and/or take care of you if your period is particularly bad.

- Sydney is a little more minimalistic so while Tatum definitely has picture after picture of you plastered on her locker and/or on her bedroom walls, it’s easy to miss. It feels more sentimental when you look at Sidney’s locker and see just a picture of you and Tatum hanging up or when you look at her bedside/computer desk and see a framed photo of the three of you.

- Realistically, all three of you collect a number of scars over the years; whether ghostface related or not, so you all have to learn to love them as much as you love the person attached to them. Tatum calls scars “bitchin’”, keeping the mood light and humorous even in the worst situations, and Sydney kisses or thumbs over them apologetically or just plain sweetly whenever she can.

- You could probably gather it from the meeting scenario but the two of them are the epitome of ‘ride or die’. They always show up the minute something happens, always ready to comfort you, support you, stand up for you, etc. Tatum’s had practice with Sydney, and Sydney’s had firsthand experience so she knows what a person might want/need while going through trauma/hardship.

- Tatums family is naturally really supportive: they’re the type of family who sees nothing wrong with the three of you dating from the start. Sydney’s dad is supportive as well: partly because he’s not willing to lose the last of his family over something so trivial and partly because his daughter can’t get knocked up by a girl so it’s actually kind of a win for him. If your parents weren’t supportive, the Riley’s would let you stay with them and you’d take up residence in the spare bed in Tatums room.

- Tatum has a bit of a jealousy streak. She’s much more confrontational with you, more passive aggressive, and more quick to meanly tell people to buzz off whenever they’re getting on her nerves. Sydney is usually a little more subdued: a little more understanding and/or insecure in comparison. Sydney will be the one to casually bust you out of an awkward situation or genuinely ask you if you like someone else; to which Tatum usually responds with “of course she doesn’t, have you seen them”.

- Tatum is definitely more bark than bite while Sydney is more bite than bark. They’re both very protective of you, with Tatum being quick to interject, insult, and accuse people, while Sydney hangs back and glares dagger at whoever they’re upset with; and maybe throws a punch. That being said, they love when you stand up for yourself, always making a point of praising and reassuring you whenever you do.

- Tag teaming protecting Sydney and keeping her away from any nonsense; you and Tatum both take turns being her body guard. On that same note: Tatum probably preemptively signs you up for self defense classes and drags you to them after school. You’d honestly think that Tatum was the older sibling in her family with the way that she acts.

- Speaking of family: you’ve sort of got the whole police force on your side if you happen to have any serious issues. ACAB doesn’t include deputy Dewey.

- You guys really don’t fight very often: you’re all just very understanding of each other. Tatums a bit of a firecracker but she cools just as quickly and she apologizes whenever she has a bit of a bitchfit. Neither of them mean to ruin things and they feel really guilty when they act irrationally. It’s why you try your best to discuss things like grownups and ditch the immaturity.

- They’re both quick to apologize whenever they’re in the wrong and they’re also quick to accept apologies whenever you’re in the wrong so things gets resolved pretty easily.

- Tatum says “I love you” very easily and very often while Sydney usually says it in response to someone else saying it or waits for special moments to say it herself.

- The three of you have been through so much and love each other so much that none of you can imagine a life where you’re not all together. No matter where you go or what you do, you’re doing it hand in hand….

[cece693]

Ok but like imagine both Billy and Stu with a big tiddy goth! male! reader as their roommate lol

Reader looks intimidating but is actually really nice lol

Looks Can Be Deceiving (Stu and Billy x M! Reader)

Hi! So I'm not really that well informed on the big tiddy slang (English is not my first language) but after a quick google search I think I got the idea????? If not, then I apologize, but I hope you enjoy this :)

tags: oblivious reader, realistic billy and stu (I think), pre-relationship, open ended, might be a part 2 coming

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher weren’t exactly looking for a new friend, let alone a roommate. They’d been fine on their own, thriving in the chaos of their twisted little partnership. But when the college housing office placed them in a three-bedroom rental with some random guy, they couldn’t exactly say no. Rent was cheap, the landlord didn’t ask questions, and besides, how bad could it be?

The first time they saw you, though, they realized this arrangement was going to be…interesting.

You were standing in the living room when they arrived, setting up a bookshelf filled with horror novels and occult knickknacks. At first glance, you looked like something straight out of one of their favorite slasher films—towering, dressed in all black, tattoos peeking out from under your sleeves, with silver jewelry glinting against your pale skin. Your undercut only made you look more dangerous. Stu, never one to keep his thoughts to himself, leaned close to Billy and whispered, “Dude, do you think he’s in, like, a death cult or something?”

Billy didn’t answer, but his sharp eyes lingered on you as you turned to greet them. “Hey,” you said, your voice deep and smooth. “I made brownies. Want some?”

Stu’s jaw dropped. Billy just narrowed his eyes. And just like that, their expectations were shattered.

Over the next few days, it became clear that you weren’t at all what they expected. Despite your intimidating looks, you were ridiculously nice—almost unnervingly so. You always smiled when you saw them, greeted them with “Good morning” even if they ignored you, and even asked if they wanted anything from the grocery store before you went out. When you weren’t at class or work, you were usually in the kitchen, baking cookies or meal-prepping while blasting Bauhaus or The Cure from a tiny speaker.

Stu was instantly smitten. He started following you around like a puppy, throwing his long arms around your shoulders and declaring you his “best goth buddy.” He loved pushing your buttons just to see you scowl—like the time he “borrowed” one of your necklaces and pretended he lost it, only to give it back with an over-the-top apology. “Don’t worry,” he said, grinning up at you. “I’ll make it up to you. Wanna watch a movie? I’ll even let you pick.”

Billy, on the other hand, was harder to read. He spent a lot of time watching you from across the room, his dark eyes following your every move. You caught him staring more than once, but he always looked away before you could say anything. Unlike Stu, who was all loud jokes and obvious flirting, Billy was subtle. He’d make sarcastic comments about your goth aesthetic, only to quietly leave a new horror novel on your desk after you mentioned liking the author. He never admitted it, but you had a feeling he stayed up with you that one night you were stressed about your midterms just because he didn’t want you to be alone.

Stu and Billy’s affections, however, reached a dangerous new peak the day they stumbled into your room at the worst—or best, depending on how you looked at it—possible moment. It started innocently enough, or at least as innocently as things ever got with those two. Stu had been whining about needing help finding a charger, and Billy, clearly annoyed, suggested he ask you. Of course, "asking" wasn’t Stu’s style.

“C’mon, Big Guy!” Stu called as he shoved your door open, Billy trailing behind him. “You seen my—oh my god.”

You froze mid-motion, one arm reaching for the fresh shirt you were about to pull on, the other holding a towel you were using to dry your hair. Time seemed to stop as both of them stood there in the doorway, their eyes glued to your bare chest. No shirt. No barriers. Just you, all soft curves and broad muscle, your big tits on full display.

“Holy shit,” Stu breathed, his voice tinged with awe. His jaw practically hit the floor as he stared, unblinking. “Are you kidding me? Those things are, like, illegal.”

Billy, meanwhile, was much quieter, but no less affected. His dark eyes drank you in, his usual mask of control slipping for a moment as his gaze flicked downward, then back to your face. He swallowed hard, shifting his weight like he was trying to keep himself from stepping closer. His voice, when he finally spoke, was lower than usual. “We didn’t know you were changing.”

“No shit,” you snapped, snatching the shirt and pulling it over your head as quickly as possible. “You ever heard of knocking?”

Stu groaned, flopping dramatically against the doorframe. “Aw, don’t cover up! I was just starting to enjoy the view!”

Billy shot him a glare but didn’t argue. He was still staring at you, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. “You’re...built,” he said, his tone almost grudging, like the words were being dragged out of him against his will.

“Thanks, I guess?” you muttered, tugging the hem of your shirt down and crossing your arms over your chest. You could still feel their eyes on you, and it made your skin prickle with a mix of embarrassment and something you couldn’t quite name.

Stu leaned closer, his grin widening. “Dude, do you, like, know how big those are? Like, for real? You could probably drown someone with ‘em. You want to try it out?”

“Stu,” you growled, your patience wearing thin. “Get. Out.”

Billy finally stepped in, grabbing Stu by the back of his shirt and dragging him toward the door. “Come on, idiot. Let's leave him alone.”

“But Billy!” Stu whined, digging his heels in. “I wasn’t done appreciating the—”

The door slammed shut before he could finish, leaving you standing there in stunned silence. You could hear them bickering in the hallway, Stu’s voice loud and animated as always.

“I’m just saying, those are a work of art! It’s like the Mona Lisa, but, you know, better.” “You’re an idiot,” Billy muttered, but his voice was tight, like he was holding something back.

From the moment Billy and Stu got an eyeful of your assets, the dynamic in the house spiraled into utter chaos. You’d barely noticed it at first, chalking up their constant presence to boredom or a newfound interest in hanging out. But as weeks went on, their antics became harder to ignore. The snarky comments, the heated glares exchanged when you weren’t looking, the way they tripped over themselves trying to one-up each other—it was enough to make even the most oblivious person suspicious.

But not you.

Whether it was the gym incident, the pancake debacle, or the never-ending movie night arguments, you remained blissfully unaware of the brewing storm. You were too focused on your studies, your workouts, and making sure the house didn’t descend into complete disorder to notice the increasingly absurd lengths Billy and Stu were going to for your attention.

It all came to a head one particularly tense evening. You’d gone out to grab groceries, leaving Billy and Stu alone in the house. The moment the door closed behind you, the gloves came off.

“Just admit it,” Stu said, pacing the living room like a caged animal. “You’re obsessed with him.”

Billy leaned against the wall, arms crossed, his expression icy. “Says the guy who’s practically glued to his side 24/7.”

Stu spun around, pointing an accusing finger at him. “You’re just mad because he actually laughs at my jokes. When’s the last time he smiled at you?”

Billy’s jaw clenched. “Maybe he doesn’t need a fucking circus act to enjoy someone’s company.”

“Oh, right,” Stu sneered, throwing up his hands. “Because brooding in the corner like some wannabe vampire is so charming.”

“Better than acting like a hyperactive toddler,” Billy shot back, his voice dangerously low.

The argument escalated quickly, voices rising as they hurled insults back and forth. At one point, Stu picked up a couch pillow and launched it at Billy’s head, narrowly missing. Billy retaliated by shoving Stu into the wall, and for a moment, it seemed like things were about to get physical.

But then you walked in.

“Hey, guys—what the hell is going on!?” you asked, staring at the scene in front of you: Stu pinned against the wall, Billy’s hand fisted in his shirt, both of them glaring daggers at each other. They froze, turning to look at you like two kids caught with their hands in the cookie jar.

“Uh…nothing!” Stu said quickly, plastering on his trademark grin. “Just some light wrestling. Y’know, for fun.”

Billy let go of Stu and stepped back, brushing imaginary dust off his shirt. “Yeah. Just messing around.”

You raised an eyebrow but decided not to press the issue. “Okay...well, I got pizza. It'll be in the kitchen.”

As you disappeared into the other room, the tension between them simmered, but neither of them made another move. Not yet, anyway. It wasn't until later that night, after you'd gone to bed, that Billy and Stu returned to their conversation.

“This has to stop,” Billy hissed, his voice low and cold.

Stu crossed his arms, still bristling from their earlier fight. “You think I don’t know that? But what’s your solution, huh? Scare him off so neither of us gets him? Not happening, Billy Boy.”

Billy was silent for a long moment, his jaw working as he mulled over his options. He hated the idea of sharing you—hated it almost as much as he hated the thought of Stu winning. But the alternative was losing you completely, and that wasn’t something he was willing to risk. “Fine.”

Stu blinked, caught off guard. “Fine what?”

“We share him,” Billy ground out, his teeth clenched.

Stu stared at him, and then a slow grin spread across his face. “Well, well, well. Didn’t think you had it in you to play nice.”

“Don’t push it,” Billy warned, his voice sharp. “This doesn’t mean I like you. It just means I like him more.”

Stu snickered. “Whatever you say, buddy. But hey, at least now we’re on the same team, right?”

Billy didn’t answer, turning on his heel and stalking off. Stu watched him go, still grinning to himself.

From that day forward, things…changed.

You didn’t notice the difference at first. If anything, Billy and Stu seemed to get along better, their bickering replaced with an odd sort of pact. They started spending more time together, which you figured was just a natural byproduct of living in close quarters. What you didn’t realize was that they were coordinating their efforts.

Stu would distract you with jokes and games while Billy silently took note of what you liked, using that information to his advantage later. Billy would lure you into long, intense conversations about movies and books, giving Stu time to swoop in with grand gestures—like the time he surprised you with a ridiculously elaborate cake “just because.”

If you were confused by their sudden teamwork, you didn’t show it. You just kept being your usual, oblivious self, completely unaware of the quiet, unspoken truce between them—or the way they both watched you like wolves circling their prey.

It wasn’t perfect. Billy still bristled every time Stu got a little too handsy with you, and Stu couldn’t resist making snide comments whenever Billy monopolized your time. But for the most part, they made it work. Because at the end of the day, they both wanted the same thing.

You.

And if sharing was the only way to keep you close, then so be it.

For now.

[roadkillremi]

Gothic/Punk/Grunge Reader Dating Scream Headcannons

Warnings : language, mentions Ghostface, mentions of bullying, underaged drinking mentioned

MasterList

Billy Loomis

He likes your sense of music and how you like the weird and darkness. Music in the car with him is super fun to listen to. He's more of a rock guy but would listen to goth/metal/grunge. Punk is iffy with him.

You two always watch scary movies together. You remind him of the girls from The Craft (👀 if you know you know).

He doesn't like that it may take you longer to get ready. He huffs and watches you do your hair/makeup. "Do you need that much hairspray?-" he'd ask, cringing at the smell of it. You'd give him a look before using more.

He enjoys that people see you as a threat. He finds it amusing and likes watching others react to you. Especially freshmen in high school, they seem terrified. Sometimes when Billy's behind you as you walk by them he goes "Boo." In a stern voice.

Your fashion. He adores it in an odd way. He watches you layer on a million accessories, sleeves, fishnets, etc. And goes, "you're gonna melt out there-". When he's right he helps de-layer you if you want. He likes dresses and skirts, he's a typical guy and likes it more if it's shorter. If he finds any weird jewelry he might get for you. Or he'll pull you over if you're with him. "look. It has bats." He acts like he doesn't care but he does.

When you first met Billy you thought he was some normal guy. He was popular and slept with a lot of girls. You ignored him a lot which made him more determined. Once you got to talk to him you realized he was cool. He said you reminded him of Elvira and that got your attention. You both ran into each other at Bradley's video. You also both fought over movies ; "It's cheesy-", "No. It's not. It's romantic!", "he's a vampire-".

Hair dying/stick and poke tattoos. He'll help you with the hair dye. But puts towels down everywhere and wears gloves. He doesn't want it in his hair or on him. He makes psycho movie jokes as he watches the hair dye go down the drain. Stick and poke tattoos at first he'd watch you. He'd stare so intensely. Then he'd offer to do it, he'd watch your face react to the needle.

Billy's the kind of guy that remembers small details. He knows your favorite movie, snack, album, outfit, blanket. He doesn't open up like ever. Once you do he may drop little snippets of his life.

Him being Ghostface. You were surprised, he seemed like a nice guy that liked weird things. Before you knew he was Ghostface, Ghostface would call you... A lot. "So what's your favorite scary movie?", "I'm not telling you that. You're a stranger.", "Come on.", "The Craft.", "That's not a scary movie.", "I know.". He knew you were intelligent but didn't know how you'd handle Ghostface. "Why? Wanna ask me out on a date?", "Maybe," "Well too bad I have a boyfriend and he's kinda scary so back off , bitch.". Billy smiled to himself when you said that, he was proud and felt loved. During Act 3 when he unmasked himself you simply stared. Billy just smiled, "You find this attractive don't you?"

Stu Macher

Stu is very supportive of your weirdness. He buys you clothes and jewelry and weird trinkets.

He himself isn't a very alt person. Your music tastes clash and it's kinda funny. One second it's Beasty Boys the next it's The Cure. He may like some rock and some punk.

You in fishnets are his weakness. Big thighs, small thighs, thighs with scars, thighs with hair, he doesn't care. Fishnets are sexy to him. He sees them, he goes feral. Especially if you're wearing shorts or a skirt with them. Even tights and thigh high stockings get him excited.

Dying hair is too much fun with him. You two get it everywhere and Stu ends up having some in his hair. You'd bleach it for him if he wants. He'd also pick out wacky hair colors for you. If you want he'd gel your hair into weird shapes. He laughs and giggles telling you not to look. Let's just say his dad runs out of hair gel.

He jokingly paints his nails black with you. If Billy makes a remark he'd go, "It's the new style. Get with it man!". He's also the man that'd blow on your nails to dry them.

He'd watch scary movies with you. But he talks a lot. He makes remarks during the whole thing. Sometimes you have to shut him up by handing him a beer.

He lets you decorate his house for Halloween. He's definitely more of a Christmas person but he makes a big deal out of Halloween for you. When he throws his Halloween party he gives you all the credit.

If people at school or wherever make remarks he laughs. Not because he agrees but because it's funny they'd think that. If someone calls you a devil worshiper he'd stick his tongue out and say, "Yeah and I'm the devil.". When he's drunk he asks you if you're a Satanist.

He has a morbid and dark humor. Some of you may enjoy that about him.

When Stu started liking you, you were a bit taken back. Like Billy, Stu is a popular guy. But he finds you attractive and genuine unlike Casey, his ex. He'd ask you stupid questions at first ; "Who's funeral?", "Are you depressed or something?". When he realized that only pushed you away he stopped.

If your parents don't like the fact you're goth/alt. Stu would quite literally tell them to shut up. He kinda hates it when other people tell you how to dress. It reminds him of his stuck up family telling him how to dress.

He thinks it's fun to see you do your makeup. He makes shape-shifting jokes, "Oh here they go. Turning into their true form.". Sometimes he'd make jokes about you doing his makeup. Then one day you do, he just mumbles "Please don't tell Billy.". He then poses in the mirror going "I'm so sexy.".

Stu is a Saturday morning cartoon kinda guy. But when you two are together Saturday mornings it's different stuff. The Munsters, Addams Family (Series), Beetlejuice (Series). Beetlejuice is his favorite though.

Him as Ghostface. He'd prank call you. Unlike Billy above who tested you. He'd go, "Nice PJs." While watching you in your house. He'd see it more as a game of hide and seek. He wouldn't actually hurt you, just scare you. During Act 3 when he unmasks himself, it's a bit shocking. I mean Stu is a caring goofy guy. He smiles widely at you and looks a bit crazed.

Tatum Riley

Her music genre is totally different. She won't bash your music taste but she doesn't like it. You two are total opposites and everyone thinks it's adorable.

She's definitely the person to go, "I dress you up and you dress me up!". You both have fun styling each other.

Movie nights would be difficult to agree on. You both like different types of movies but Tatum would definitely love Elvira. She'd be down for a drama thriller. She makes popcorn and gets blankets and is all cozy.

She's the type of girl to give you a bracelet of hers to wear. It's the only pop of bright color. It's her way of claiming you.

She'd definitely paint your nails black for you. Dying hair, totally! She wouldn't be as messy as Stu though. You both do your makeup at the exact same time. Sometimes the mirror gets crowded, but she claims she enjoys doing it with you.

She'd get you weird yet cute gifts. Like those stuffed animals but is a skeleton.

She loves to show off your sense of style. She isn't embarrassed by you at all. If anything she's your guard dog. If anyone made a remark ; "What'd you say? That's what I thought keep it to yourself. Maybe it'll make your dick grow bigger.".

Mall trips are a must with her, she even goes into a hot topic for you. And you go into stores she wants to. She tries to help find your style of clothes. You two also style each other's jewelry.

It wasn't exactly obvious she liked you but there were hints. She used Stu as her man on the inside. She makes him ask you about your crush and stuff like that. He soon gets fed up and reveals her secret. She yells that she was gonna tell you but wasn't sure. (Especially if you're a Fem reader. She doesn't want to make you uncomfortable if you don't date girls.).

You go costume shopping for Halloween together. She's more in the sexy side of the spectrum of costumes.

Sydney Prescott

Sydney found you interesting. You expressed yourself and she enjoyed that. Like Tatum, both of your styles clash. Her room is pink, white, and soft, while yours isn't.

She doesn't really care what people say about you. she rolls her eyes at people and sends Tatum after them She wants to know you for herself. When Sydney's mom died you stood up for her. When all those girls or whatever thought it was her. You two bonded over feeling like a misfit.

Sydney's not a scary movie girl. She would watch the Addams family, Munsters, Elvira, Vampira, stuff like that.

After Ghostface, assuming you'd survive. You two stuck together. She was more protective and aware.

Scream 2 - (If Fem) You two would dorm together. Not for naughty reasons. For safety. She's also the type of girl to get you pepper spray. (If Masc) she'd check on you and call you. She wants to make sure you got back safe.

Scream 3 - she knew you were into scary and weird movies. So it was a bit exciting to be in Hollywood for you. But not under the circumstances.

Randy Meeks

You definitely were on his suspect list. He couldn't explain why you just were.

He was a bit scared of you at first. You never did anything to frighten him. But Randy looks like he's scared of anyone he's attracted to.

You weren't very surprised when he told you he liked you. It was obvious.

He definitely took note of your video rentals at work. Then he'd ask for your opinion, it was the only reason why he had the courage to talk to you.

He likes your sense of style. I mean he's a fashionista himself with his matching green shirt and shoes. He finds it cool and reminds him of his horror movies. Like Stu, he would go feral for any skin showing. Fishnets too. I feel like leather and chains also. It may or may not be kinky but he likes them on you.

When you ask him for help to dye your hair. He asks Tatum for help. She tells him to read the instructions ; "I did. They're stupid. So I just soak their hair with it and wait. Okay got it." Then a couple minutes later ; "Will it stain my skin..? I may have got some on my face.".

Randy doesn't mind being with you in public. If anyone said anything to you he'd mock them. Or do a stupid voice or impression of a character. There's no telling with him.

He watches you do your makeup sometimes. When he does he seems impressed. Like Stu, he thinks you're a shape shifter.

You two love your weird scary movies. You watch them all the time. Randy is just happy to be with someone who enjoys it. He's a cuddler too! He'd cuddle you while you watch your movies.

At Halloween you two thrive. It's you guy's favorite time of the year. Couple costumes are a must. He also still goes trick or treating.

When Ghostface starts killing you two stick together. While he's at work you're chilling with him. If anything strange happens he tells you to call him. At Stus party he warns you ahead of time.

Scream 2 : (if Masc) oh you two definitely formed together. And he took advantage of it. Though your room decor doesn't match his. It was perfect. (If Fem)he practically lived in your dorm. Sydney would have to tell him to leave sometimes.

He's the boyfriend to give you a taser. Not a small one. A police grade taser.

He still shows you off. Now that he's more confident hes more of a guard dog like. He also says he wants to make a movie with a main character like you.

[kakashiislut]

Who is it?~ GhostFace

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt 7

@simp4myself

Warnings: kissing, cheating, mentions of hands on body.

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You find yourself just staring. Staring in shock. It was….it was them. You knew it, you fucking knew it! Those looks they always share, the way they always have a sadistic look in their eyes, the way Stu was always making up for silence by being loud, the way Billy stared.

Stu…Stu was that ghost. Ghost Face? The one that killed Casey and Steven, the one who called syd, the one who attacked syd? But Billy seemed guilty too.

But how did Billy get in trouble for something Stu did?…wait. WAIT.

You placed your hands on top of your head, shutting your eyes and trying to stop the wave of emotions flowing. Stu and Billy?…sharing a costume…killing people?

That itchy feeling bloomed in your stomach again.

Hearing a bang you slammed your head towards the door.

“Alcohol…ya alcohol…” you mumbled, shutting the closet where Stu…no ghost face stored all his stuff. You ran to lay on the floor and shove your arm under stus bed.

“HEY! What’s taking you so long?” Stu busted open the door quickly. 

“Oh- I’m sorry…I guess my arm isn’t long enough to reach and I didn’t wanna move your bed- and I also didn’t wanna bother you or anyone else, so I thought if I just-“

“Relax!!! I got it!” His face seemed so joyful, was it all true?…

You moved a bit and watched as he laid his slender body on the floor and reached his hand under his fairly clean bed.

His hand brushed yours just a bit, yet it didn’t stop him from making a snarky comment.

“Oo you must like me…” he giggled.

“I do…” you teased, biting your lip hilariously.

“…well I mean…Tate and everyone are downstairs…”

He retracted his arm from under the bed, holding a slightly dusty bottle of wine. Apparently he’s had it since he was 12.

“What do you mean” you both sat on your knees staring at eachother.

“I mean…we can like…” Stu suddenly leaned in.

When his lips touched yours, you just let him. You let him softly kiss you, almost like he wasn’t sure if you’d flip out.

“Hey..wait…” you pulled away a bit and his lips hovered yours.

“Y-ya?..”

“Can I put my hand up your shirt?..”

“HO HO HO! Hell ya!” You were quick to put your hand over his mouth.

“Okay…”

“Okay..”

[quinnxsocials]

THE MASKED KILLER

BILLY X STU X READER FAN FIC

THIS IS BASED ON THE VER OF SCREAM 1996

THIS IS PART TWO

ALL PARTS LINKED HERE! : MASTERLIST

After the longest, well second longest day for Rose and Sidney they went home on the school bus. “Well I’m gonna be out with Tatum for a few, she’ll be here in an hour. Can you handle staying here alone?” Sidney said to Rose as they walked inside of the house alone, “Can’t I just go?” Rose said scared. “I promised Tate only us two.. I promise you’ll be fine for two hours!” Sidney said to Rose and she sighed and nodded, “Okay..” she replied and went upstairs to change into her pajamas.

After Rose finished changing Sidney was already in the living room waiting for Tatum’s call, “I really don’t wanna be alone Sid..” Rose whispered. “You will be fine okay Rose.” Sidney said and she sat next to Sidney on the couch, Rose knew it was a bad idea. She felt it, but since Sidney was older she made the rules. After an hour phone rang and that was Sidneys cue, “Bye Rose! You’ll be fine promise!” Sidney said before she left the house, after she heard the car leave she sighed and laid back down on the couch in fear. She wanted to just go with Sidney and Tatum but she couldn’t, after minutes of just laying there she left her eyes get heavy. And she fell asleep.

After being asleep for so long she heard the phone ring and she groaned waking up, “Hello?” Rose said “Hey! It’s Randy wanna hang out? I’ll bring some movies from my job.” She sighed in relief, “yes please.” She replied “I’ll be there in an hour, tops.” Randy said and she smiled. “Mkay don’t have me waiting too long!” Rose replied before they said their goodbyes hanging up. After a minute the phone rang again, Rose thought it was probably Randy calling for something he forgot. “Hey Randy-“ she was cut off “Hello Rose.” The voice said “Uhm hi, who’s this?” She replied confused “you tell me.” He replied “well.. I-i-i have no idea” she replied stuttering. “Scary night isn’t it, with the murders and all it’s like.. right out of a horror movie or something.” The man replied again. She laughed “Randy you gave yourself away, are u calling to scare me?” Rose replied, “Do you like scary movies, Rose.” The man said “I like that thing you’re doing with ur voice Randy, it’s sexy.” Rose replied “what’s your favorite scary movie..” the man replied “oh cmon Randy, you know it. We’ve watched it a million times!” Rose said smiling. “What if I told you I wasn’t Randy.” The man said and Rose smiled even more, “Are you alone in the house?” He said again before Rose could reply “Randy that’s so unoriginal! I’m disappointed in ya!” Rose replied “I said it once Rose, I’m Not Randy.” He replied and Roses heart dropped, and she stood up looking around “so who are you..” she said in fear, “The question isn’t who am I.. the question is rather, where am I.” The man said “Sooo, where are you?” Rose said chuckling a bit “your front porch.” He replied and her stomach did a turn badly. She looked around “why would u be calling from my front porch?” She replied walking into the hallway to turn the lights on. “That’s the original part.” He said “oh yeah?” Rose said looking out the window, “Well I call ya bluff.” She said unlocking her door and going on the front porch, to see nobody. “So where are you?” She said “right here…” he replied and Rose looked around her porch again seeing that there was indeed nobody there, she looked over the railing to find nothing. She laughed and said “Can you see me right now?” “Uh huh.” He said “What am I doing hm? Huh?” She said pretending to pick her nose and turning around “what am I dooing hello!!” She scoffed, “nice try Randy, hurry up okay!” She was about to hangup before the man spoke again, “IF YOU HANG UP ON ME YOU’LL DIE JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER!” He screamed and Roses eyes widened with tears coming out, “Do you wanna die, Rose.. your mother sure didn’t.” He said chuckling, “FUCK YOU CREEP!” She ran inside her house and slammed the door locking it and she looked outside just to hear a door slam open behind her and a guy with a screaming mask and black cloak came behind her with a knife, she screamed in horror and dodged his attempt to stab her head. He pushed her to the floor and she kicked him down, he got on top of her and she tried resisting until he grabbed her head and banged it on the floor. She groaned and grabbed it in pain as he taunted her with the knife going over her neck but not slicing it open, just as he was going to stab her in the stomach she kicked him in the nuts making him flip. She tried unlocking the door but it was no use, and he got up quickly. He tried to stab her but he stabbed her door and she did exactly what dumb girls do in horror movies, run up the stairs.. with him chasing her. She ran into Sidney’s room and locked the door using her closet door to put more support and he broke it open but the closet door prevented him from getting in. She ran to Sidney’s desk to use the phone but it had no signal, “shit!” She cried out and used Sidney’s computer to dial 911. Just as it asked for her emergency the banging on the door stopped, and she turned around to see nobody there.

And then Billy appeared in her window “Billy!” She cried out and helped him inside the room, “doors locked, I heard screaming.” He said and she held onto Billy as she said “killers here in the house! He’s gonna kill me.. he’s gonna kill me..” she cried onto his shoulder as Billy looked at the door and reassured her “he’s gone.. he’s gone..” she kept crying until she heard a thud and saw a phone drop out of Billy’s pocket. She stopped crying and looked at it and moved back a little she stopped hugging him to look at his face and shook her head in disbelief “Rose.. what? Rose?? What!” He said and she dashed out “WOAH WOAH ROSE! WAIT!” He screamed as she ran down the stairs “ROSE COME BACK! ROSE!” He screamed and she quickly unlocked the door to see the mask that tried to kill her and she screamed, but behind it , it revealed Dewey who also yelled she covered her mouth in fear to prevent her cries. “Sorry! I found this!” Dewey said, “COME ON!” He screamed to the other officers.

Rose sat in the back of the ambulance as Billy was handcuffed and screaming her name “ROSE! PLEASE TELL THEM IT WASN’T ME!” He kept repeating but she ignored him. Just then Tatum’s red car pulled up with both her and Sidney rushing to Rose, “are you okay? I heard what happened!” they both said worriedly and Rose nodded, “I can’t believe Billy’s the killer!” Tatum said in shock. “Hey we don’t know that yet.” Sidney said as Tatum rolled her eyes. “Hey Rose, we gotta go to the station.” Dewey said leading her in his cop car, Gale weathers pulled up to the scene to catch Rose but all she saw was Sidney and Tatum and other cop cars leaving. “Hey! Tell me where she is please? Is she okay? What happened!” Gale said to the duo but they scoffed, “she owes you nothing, after what you wrote about our mother.” Sidney said angrily. And Gale walked away from them, Tatum and Sidney got into the car and followed the other cop cars. At the station Rose sat in a chair with Sidney and Tatum standing with her hugging her on each side, as Billy was in the glassed room staring at Rose. While being questioned, she looked at him back with tears in her eyes and anger also a mix of confusion. Why would Billy hurt me. He looked away and got questioned as the sheriff was there with Billy and his father. “Can we leave already?” Tatum said to Dewey, “No!-“ he replied before Tatum cut him off “I wanna leave now this is too much for Rose!” She yelled and he gave in, but before they got up Billy was being escorted in handcuffs and saying “Rose please.. tell em it wasn’t me.” She ignored him in guilt, and then Dewey escorted the trio out the back. All of a sudden Gale popped up with a camera man “Rose! rose! Hey! What happened?” She said trying to look concerned, “she isn’t taking questions.” Sidney said “No. she’s doing her job right, Gale?” Rose said smiling, “That’s right yes.” Gale said smiling. “So how’s the book?” Rose replied, “great! it will be out later this year!” Gale replied smiling even brighter. “I’ll send you a copy!” She spoke again as Rose turned around but she turned back around to punch Gale right in her jaw. Gale was in shock and fell back. The trio left with Dewey and was escorted to Tatum’s house because they weren’t trusted alone in their own house anymore.

“And bam rose! super bitch !” Tatum said reenacting the scene of Rose punching Gale, Rose giggled and laid down next to Sidney on the bed. “Here for that right hand.” Dewey said in the door way tossing an ice pack to Rose he laughed a bit. “Thanks Dwight.” Tatum said for Rose and he rolled his eyes, “Call me if anything mkay girls?” He said and they nodded. “I always knew Billy was too perfect!” Tatum said trying to enlighten the mood but Sidney was upset, “So you guys still on bad terms?” Tatum said and Sidney nodded sadly, “We might break up..” Tatum and Rose gave eachother a look and nodded, “Well what ever makes you happy, if he’s innocent or not I’ll never judge ya for following ya heart.” Rose said and Sidney smiled a bit.

“Hey Rose?” Tatum’s mom said, “someone’s calling for you.” She added on , “Is it our dad?” Rose said confused and she shook her head “Tell em to leave a message!” Tatum said but Rose replied “it’s okay I’ll get it!” She got up and grabbed the phone, “Hello?” She said “missed me, Rose?” Her heart dropped “How..” he cut her off, “Poor Billy, in the jail cage all lonely. Heartbroken. His best friend sets him to rot there.” He replied chuckling, “De-“ rose tried to yell for help, “If you say one word to anyone I’ll kill them all, understand? Just act like I’m an old friend.” He replied and she sighed. “Okay..” he chuckled again “good girl.” Rose spoke in a whisper “who are you..” he replied “don’t worry baby, you’ll find out sooner or later .. I promise.” And the line went dead. She put the phone down and went back in the room “who was it?” Tatum said , “an old friend I don’t know.” She replied before plopping on the bed and drifting to sleep..

The next day at school

Rose was avoiding Billy, she was ashamed to know she set her friend up in fear. “Is he still there..” Rose said in a whisper as her friend pointed out that Billy was in the hallways, “I’m still here.” a voice replied and she turned around to see the one and only Billy. She looked around and tried to leave “uhm I have to-“ but Billy grabbed her wrist, “we gotta talk..” she snatched it away and ran into the bathroom.

“You think they really did it?” A girl said and Rose ran into a stall locking it and hiding, “Duh! They’re mothers anniversary is tomorrow, what if it set them off and they went on a murder spree killing everyone they hated and their friends. I mean they are whores like their mom so it would make sense.” The girl replied, Rose was about to cry. “Where do you get this from?” The girl said laughing “My mind knows!” She replied laughing and they left the bathroom, Rose ran out the stall and washed her face. But that’s when a set of boots were heard, she looked and saw the door close to the bathroom and said “is anyone there? Hello..” she was shaking and looked under all the stalls to see nothing. But when she looked again a pair of boots came down and a cloak ran down covering the feet, her eyes widened in fear and she tried running but he cut her off. She slid under him and ran out the bathroom, just to bump into someone.

“I-I’m sorry!” She said as she looked at who she bumped into, “It’s okay doll, please talk to me! I’m innocent!” Billy said and she stood in place. “They tracked my cellular, I’m innocent see.” He said, “He called me again at Tatum’s house..” Rose replied and he put his hand up to show his dirty fingers, “see it couldn’t have been me, I was in jail.” he said and she finally gave in. “I’m sorry it’s just after the attack and all..” he cut her off, “don’t worry it’s ok princess, just give me a hug and we’ll call it even.” He said and she looked at him in confusion but obeyed, “I missed you..” he whispered, “I missed you too Bill.” She replied feeling safe in his arms.

After that she told the principal about the bathroom and he suspended all classes until further notice, as she was walking out with Sidney and Tatum Stu came and gave each of them flowers. But gave the prettiest one to Rose, “I don’t know what ya did but on behalf of the whole school everybody say thank you Rose!” Stu said goofily and everyone thanked rose, “Well to celebrate I thought I’d host a fiesta at my house tonight. Seven, sharp!” He said again and grabbed Tatum over his shoulder in a swift, she was giggling and Rose and Sidney both felt unsure. “I don’t know.” Rose said to the trio next to her, “Me either.” Sidney said “Loosen up! We’ll get drunk and high to cool down after everything!” Tatum said

And Stu replied “and don’t worry I’m buff I’ll protect ya!” Everyone giggled, “But yall buying the food!” He said and put Tatum down. We groaned and he waved bye before walking back towards the school, and it was weird to Rose because why would he do that?

[naboospeopleprincess]

Out of all your bad habits, prancing around your dimly lit bedroom in lingerie may be the worst. Not because you look bad in lingerie—God forbid—but because getting too engrossed in your music can attract attention. The wrong kind of attention.

You adjusted your silk robe, tying it snugly at the waist, your hair still in rollers as you leaned over your vanity. The eyeliner in your hand was steady, your precision sharp despite the buzz of anticipation swirling inside you. First dates always had that effect: the flowers, the awkward small talk that eventually melted into laughter, the dreamy drives back home. The whole euphoric, romantic cliché.

The doorbell’s chime broke your trance, the sound piercing through the music playing softly in the background. A giddy smile tugged at your lips as you stood, smoothing your robe before walking toward the door. You were hoping for flowers. Maybe your date decided to surprise you with something sweet.

But as you opened the door, the smile froze on your face.

Billy Loomis stood there, a smug smirk plastered on his face, a pizza box balanced casually in one hand. He looked... unbothered

.

Like he had every reason to be standing on your porch. But his presence made no sense.

"Well, this is awkward," he drawled, his eyes unapologetically roaming over your figure. His smirk widened as he leaned slightly against the doorframe. "You’re all dressed up, and here I am, delivering pizza."

Your stomach twisted uneasily, though you tried to mask it with irritation. "What the hell are you doing here, Billy? Pizza delivery? Really?"

Billy tilted his head, clearly enjoying your discomfort. "Got a job to do, sweetheart. Someone ordered dinner, so here I am."

The pizza box in his hand was pristine, the logo still bright. But there was something off—something that gnawed at the edges of your thoughts.

"Where’s the regular guy?" you asked sharply, your eyes narrowing. "Ben always delivers my pizza."

Billy’s smile didn’t falter. "Ben couldn’t make it," he said easily, voice dripping with false sweetness. "Guess you’re stuck with me."

You tightened your grip on the door, suddenly aware of how vulnerable you were. "Cut the crap, Loomis. You’re not here to deliver pizza, so what do you want?"

"Maybe I just wanted to see you," he said, stepping forward slightly, his tone playful but his eyes... cold. "You’re looking real nice tonight. Fancy dinner plans?"

"None of your business," you snapped, stepping back instinctively. "Now, get out of here before I call someone."

His smile faltered, just slightly, replaced by something darker. "Oh, you won’t be calling anyone," he said softly, his voice almost a whisper. He pushed the door open wider, stepping into the entryway as you stumbled back.

The pizza box slipped from his hand, falling to the floor with a dull thud. Your eyes followed it instinctively, and that’s when you saw it—dark stains smeared across the side of the box.

"Billy," you said, your voice trembling. "Where’s Ben? Where’s my date?"

His smirk returned, sharp and menacing. "You’re wasting all this energy thinking about the wrong people, doll. Your date wasn’t worth your time anyway. And Ben? Let’s just say... he won’t be interrupting us tonight."

Your heart stopped, the weight of his words sinking in. The unease turned to full-blown terror as you stared at him, his cold, unrelenting gaze pinning you in place.

"You should be thanking me, really," he continued, stepping closer. "Saved you from some loser who didn’t deserve you. And Ben? Well, he was just collateral. Nothing personal."

You stumbled backward, shaking your head. "You’re insane," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

Billy laughed softly, low and chilling. "Maybe," he said, reaching out to brush a stray curl from your face. "But you look too good tonight to waste it on anyone else."

Your breath hitched as he leaned in closer, his voice a quiet murmur. "Now, why don’t we make the best of this... situation?"

Billy’s smirk widened as he straightened up, his eyes glinting with something dangerous. You were trapped—and he knew it.

[reginageorgesgirlfriend3020]

Oooh hot mama!!

"Hey everybody!!" Randy yelled. "Sydney Prescott has a crush on (Y/n!!)"

"Randy!!!" Everyone yelled in unison.

"Their. And I'm sure the word will get around that you like her!" Said Randy.

"Randy! I wanted to tell her myself!" Said sydney.

"Well yeah but", Randy said "I'm sure lots of people or even one us will tell (y/n) that you have a crush on her.

"You know", Billy said "I think it's pretty cool you have a crush on (Y/n). People may call me crazy or psycho but I respect you, Sid. It takes balls to admit you have a crush on someone". He said.

Sidney smiled. "Thanks Billy!"

"Actually I have a crush on her too because I saw her first". Said Stu.

"Did you say anything to scare her?" Tatum asked.

"Um", said stu. "No. Yeah. Yes". He said.

Tatum smacked Billy on his arm.

"Ow!" Said stu.

"You used one your corny ass pick up lines didnt you Stu?" Said sidney.

"Hey! I thought it was clever and- and I thought she'd go out with me!" Said Stu.

"And what was your pickup line stu? Huh?" Said Tatumm. "Hey baby. Are you a doctor because if you are check out my heart because it beats for you?" She said.

"Yeah". Said Stu.

Everyone laughed at Stu.

Stu rolled his eyes. "Oh whatever!!" He said.

Sydney said you walking as you and she smiled at you. "Ooh hot mama!" She said.

Billy smiled. "Go get your girl sid".

"What do I say?" Sydney asked.

"Compliment her on the way she looks. Ooh goodness gracious sid you got good taste. I might ask her out too!" Said Tatum.

"Okay. I'm gonna go ask her out. Wish me luck". Said Sydney.

"You got this Sid!" Said tatum.

"Go Sid!" Said Randy.

"Give her a compliment on her hair and shoes!" Said Billy.

"Dont fall and trip!" Said stu.

Randy threw a pen at Stu. "Ow!" Said stu.

You were trying to put your hair in a pony tail and you saw Sydney.

"Hiii (Y/n)!" Said Sydney. She smiled feeling shy.

"Hii sid!" You said.

"Putting your hair in a pony tail I see". Said sydney.

"Yeah", you said. My hair is super long. It goes slightly passed my butt haha so I have to put it in a pony tail". You said.

Sydney laughed. "You look really beautiful today. You look really beautiful everyday. I mean not ugly. You're not ugly at all. You, uh, you look stunning. I'm sorry". She said feeling nervous.

"Sid lots of people told me you have a crush on me". You said.

Sid looked at you. "I wanted to tell you that myself I just. ..uh...oh goodness I'm sorry. And-"

"Sid". You said. "I have a huuuuge crush on you too". You said.

"You do?" Sid asked. She smiled.

You smiled too. "Yes". You said. "Sydney Prescott-"

"(Y/n) will you be my girlfriend?" Sydney asked.

Your face lit up with happiness. "Yes sid! Yes I will!"

And finally Sydney kissed you with all the fiery passion she has about you as you kissed her back matching her energy.

"I love you (y/n)". Sidney said to you.

"I love you too Sydney". You said.

And everyone at school cheered for you guys finally being in a relationship.

[wasawattpadkid]

OMG YOU’RE WRITING IS SO EFFING GOOD I can’t stop coming back to your page. Can you possibly do a poly ghost face x fem reader⚠️ prompt being something like “do you think they can hear us through the tent?” Friend group going camping. I think it would be a dangerous situation but exciting.

Thank you so much you're too sweet! I hope I did your request justice! 💕 Thanks for the ask!

Voices Carry

Summary: A camping trip can be stressful and painful. With Billy being the mule of the group his back ached. You and Stu were just the ones to help with that.

Pairing: Poly!ghostface x fem!reader

Warnings: ⚠️smut 18+⚠️ explicit boyxboy, unsafe sex, slight degrading, slight praise, rough sex, tears, cum, p in v, oral (male receiving), after care, vulgar language, threesome, power dynamics

"I hate fucking bugs." Billy said as he swatted the gnats away from his face. "How do you get their little legs apart?" Stu laughed at his own joke earning silence from the kids around him. "Lighten up guys. This'll be fun, we're going to have s'mores tonight!" It seemed you and Sydney were the only ones happy about the camping trip. "Yeah, we'll sit around the campfire and tell scary stories. You're good at that, aren't you babe?" You looked at Billy and Stu letting them know you were talking about both of them. "Damn right I am." Stu threw his arm over your shoulder. You hadn't told your friends about dating the two boys, it was only official with Stu. However they all knew about your sleeping habits.

"This is exactly how Friday the 13th started. If this were a movie we'd be doomed." Randy exclaimed as he held Sydney's hand. "I'm the only single one here I'm already doomed." Tatum took a swig of her almost empty soda bottle. "James Dean back there is single. Ask him out." Randy pointed towards Billy who wore a plain t-shirt paired with distressed blue jeans. Tatum looked at the boy with something close to disbelief. Billy shot her a tight lipped smile with raised eyebrows as he shrugged his shoulders. "He's not exactly my type." Stu laughed pointing at your shared boyfriend. "Ooh burn!"

"Since when did you get picky about boys?" Randy asked earning a slap to the back of the head. "Ow you know that actually really hurt." Billy smiled looking at his boots as they crunched the greenery beneath them. "You deserved that one bud." Tatum nodded agreeing with you. Sydney checked her map making sure you were walking in the right direction. "Can we keep moving my back is killing me?" Billy complained looking at the lousy tour guide. "I'll take it from you buddy." Stu reached out touching his partner's shoulder. You and the group were walking ahead when you heard Stu yelp behind you. Everyone turned seeing Stu hold his hand in pain as Billy chuckled to himself. "He bit me!"

Eventually you and the gang found a decent place to set up camp. "Does anyone here know how to set up a tent?" Randy asked having no clue where to start. "Does anyone know how to set up a tent?" Stu mocked the boy earning a laugh from the girls. "No dipshit, we all just walked miles with tents on our back to use as fire wood. Of course we know how to set up a tent, we're actually men." Stu flexed his arm showing off the muscle. "Does your masculine overcompensation ever get embarrassing?" Tatum quipped making Stu's face drop. "Jokes on you I don't know what that means." He stuck out his tounge making her scoff.

"Think fast Stu." Billy called pitching his bag to Stu. "Who's sleeping where?" Tatum asked noticing the two unmade tents. "Y/n's crashing with us. So I guess that leaves you, Sydney, and twiddle dumb." Randy nodded used to Stu's obnoxious jokes. "Real cute Macher." Stu framed his face with his hands showing off his teeth. "I try!" You rolled your eyes heading over to Billy helping him with the tent. "Awful big hammer you've got there." You bumped his shoulder as your friends continued their bickering. Billy shook his head with a laugh. "You and him are just alike." He said referring to Stu.

"I'd like to think I'm a little hotter." You said sitting down on the ground. Billy raised up stretching his back. He used the back of his forearm to swipe the sweat from his forehead. You were caught up in watching him when a loud crash grabbed your attention. "Are you okay Randy?" His girlfriend asked as he lay beneath the crumpled tent. "I'm fine!" He called out as Stu hit the ground laughing. After about 30 minutes or so both tents were set up. You and Tatum could've helped but watching the boys argue over who could do what was better.

Sydney started on the fire as it began to get dark. "I'll get sticks for s'mores!" You jumped up going on a hunt for skewers. "Ew I'm not putting that in or around my food." Tatum said thinking her friends were crazy. "If you're worried about germs the fire kills almost any bacteria on your food." Billy pinched the bridge of his nose. "How do you think they did it back in the old days Tate?" Stu asked sitting next to the girl. "I don't know doofus I wasn't around back then." You came back handing each person their own stick. The night continued with everyone having a drink or two and eating s'mores. Billy chased Randy around with a stick on fire as Stu cheered him on and Sydney told him to stop.

"Is this thing safe to sleep in?" Tatum asked as she looked inside of the tent Randy put up. "Yes it's safe to sleep in." Randy said aggravated that his work was thought so little of. "It looks great." Sydney kissed his cheek making his sour mood fade. "Alright well we're going to get some sleep." Billy smacked the tops of his thighs as he stood up. "If the tent starts a-rockin don't come a-knockin." Stu stuck his tongue out at the teenagers causing everyone including you make a face. "Get your ass in the tent." You smacked his arm making him laugh. You and Billy laid down pillows and blankets trying to figure out how to make the sleeping arrangement comfortable.

"I call dibs on the middle." Stu threw himself down wincing once he realized you could still very much feel the earth underneath the tent. "In your fucking dreams, she always gets middle." Billy kicked his partner trying to get him to move. "It's not that big of a deal I can sleep anywhere." You shrugged making both boys huff out a laugh. "Yeah we know. You slept the whole way up here." That was true. Traveling long distances always made you drowsy. "That just means I'm not tired now." Billy immediately looked at Stu who was grinning up at you. You turned around grabbing your backpack off the ground. The bright red pack of cards revealed itself as you pulled them from the bag. "I brought uno!" You said happily as Stu groaned and Billy couldn't help but laugh.

"I win again. Are you colorblind or something?" Billy shuffled the cards like a dealer in Vegas. You carefully watched his hands as they played with the cards. "Take a picture it'll last longer." Billy smirked seeing you staring out of the corner of his eye. "Oh sorry." You fixed your posture out of embarrassment. "It's all good." Billy's voice was low trying to stay quiet but it made you want to scream. "Are we playing another round or what?" Billy's question made Stu throw his head back with a whine. "I rather cover myself in peanut butter and go running out there than play another game of this shit." Normally you'd snap at him for complaining but all you could do was look at him. His head was tilted back showing off his neck while his tank top let your eyes run down the obvious veins on his arms. "Is anybody else hot in here?" You pinched your shirt shaking the fabric hoping to cool yourself off.

Stu perked up as Billy put away the cards. "You could take of your clothes off." Billy looked at Stu letting him know not to be pushy. "What! I'm just trying to help my girlfriend." Stu put his hand over his heart trying to seem genuine. While the boys bickered you pulled your top off showing off your black sports bra. "I didn't think you'd actually do it." Stu bit his lip as he scanned the new skin on display. "Relax I'm just getting ready for bed." The way your head was running with wild thoughts you needed the sleep. You stripped off down to your underwear knowing how hot it gets sleeping in between Billy and Stu. "It's supposed to get down in the 40s tonight." Billy warned taking off his jeans and switching them to sweatpants.

"We'll keep you warm babe." Stu kissed your neck looking at Billy as if to say "shut the fuck up." Billy shook his head peeling the white shirt from his torso. The muscles in his back contracted as he rolled his shoulders. All day he had been tense. He wasn't sure if it was the constant social interaction or the 50 pound backpack he had to hike with. Stu left you sitting on the sleeping mat as he switched out of his clothes. "Billy come here." You waved him over seeing he was uncomfortable. He walked over to you not knowing what you wanted. "Sit down I'm going to see if I can help you." Stu scoffed as Billy sat with his back towards you. "He needs more help than you can give him."

Billy flipped off his friend as Stu continued to change. "Is it your shoulders or what?" Billy leaned his head over trying to stretch out his neck. "It's mostly my neck and my shoulders. They've been bothering me all damn day." You placed your hands on his shoulders slowly rubbing out the tension with your thumbs. Billy's eyes closed in hopes the dark would make the pain a little more bearable. Stu was left in nothing but his boxers as he watched his partners. "Is that helping at all?" You wanted to make sure you weren't hurting him. "Yeah." He moaned in pain. Both you and Stu immediately looked at each other knowing how that sounded. With a nod Stu asked you to do it again.

You repeated the pattern on his shoulder pressing down on a certain spot. Another groan left Billy's lips. Billy wasn't aware of the effect he was having on you and Stu. The short haired boy walked over sitting in front of his boyfriend. Billy opened one eye looking at Stu with suspicion. "What are you doing?" He didn't trust Stu when he had that sort of hellish gleam in his eyes. "Me? Oh nothing." Stu responded as you continued to massage Billy's shoulders. "I doubt that- ah!" He exclaimed his head lulling back in pain. You didn't know if it was wrong that his pain turned you on but you were glad you weren't the only one. You pressed a kiss to Billy's neck which brought a smile to his face.

Stu's movement however wasn't as innocent. His hand rubbed against the crotch of Billy's sweatpants making the boy between you two sigh. "We can't do this right now. They'll hear us." Billy said making no move to stop either of you. You had given up trying to suppress the hunger that had consumed you all day. Billy's breath was ragged as Stu continued to rub his growing erection. You smiled against Billy's skin before whispering next to his ear. "Are you telling me you can't be quiet?" Stu tugged at Billy's waistband signaling the boy to raise his hips. Once he did Stu tugged his pants down his legs and off to the side of the tent. "I can be quiet but I know you can't." Billy bit back as his eyes closed tight trying to figure out how he could gain some control. "Who said anything about me?" You whispered as Stu pulled Billy's cock from his uncomfortably tight briefs. "Fuck..." Billy groaned knowing he lost whatever game you two were playing.

You went back to kissing and biting Billy's neck as Stu began to slide his hand up and down the boy's cock. Stu looked at you with a sense of astonishment in his eyes. Billy was a control freak in and out of the bedroom. He was always on top barking orders unless you physically tied him down. So for this to be happening was like lighting in a bottle. Stu scooted down licking a stipe up the boy's shaft. Billy's abs contracted as his hips rolled upwards. You watched happily as Stu's tongue swirled around the tip of Billy cock smearing the bead of precum around his skin. A small gasp could be heard coming from the man under your touch.

His knuckles were white as they gripped the sheets beneath him. It took every ounce of strength not to throat fuck the man who continuously teased him. Stu sat up leaving Billy needy but he'd die before he begged. "Lay back." Stu said making you move out of the way. Billy's back hit the mat as he looked up at the both of you. That little red tint on his cheeks made him look insanely attractive. "Well are you two assholes going to do anything or do I need to get myself off?" The smirk on Billy's face somehow made his words endearing. Stu leaned over whispering instructions in your ear. With wide eyes you looked up at the man. "Go ahead."

You pulled off your underwear leaving them where they dropped. Billy quickly ridded himself off his underwear leaving himself completely naked in front of you and Stu. You walked over to the man on the ground straddling his hips. Your lips connected with his greedily. Billy grabbed his cock running the tip up and down your folds making you moan into his mouth. Without a warning he slipped the tip into your entrance. You sat up properly lining him up before slowly sinking down on his cock. Billy let out what could only be described as a growl through gritted teeth. You started to rock your hips back and forth letting your clit rub against his skin.

Stu walked over helping you out of your bra as you continued your movements. Leaning down he pressed a kiss to your lips before he got rid of his own underwear. Billy watched as you pumped Stu's cock with one hand, the other rested on Billy's abdomen keeping your balance. Your lips wrapped around the tip of Stu's cock, your tongue running flat against the slit. The warmth from your cunt and the sight in front of him almost made Billy cum. "I need you to move." Billy spoke, his voice deep and worn.

You pulled your mouth off of Stu's length with a pop. "What's the magic word?" You teased. "Fuck you." Billy spat appalled you thought that'd work on him. You squeezed around his cock making a slight whimper leave his lips. "Say please." Your eyes hardened waiting to hear the word come from him. "You're a fucking bitch." He sighed in defeat. "Please." His voice was shaky only making his plea hotter. "Good boy." You tapped his cheek making his nostrils flare in anger. His fingers dug into your thigh sure to leave bruises. You started to bounce as Stu shoved his cock back in your mouth. With a grip on your hair he paced himself. Moans were loud against the tent as your thighs started to burn.

"Just like that." Stu moaned as you hollowed out your cheeks. Tears began to well up in your eyes making the world around you blurry. You looked up at Stu seeing him smile down at you. "You're so beautiful with my cock in your mouth." He complimented as Billy thrusted his hips upward. You moaned around Stu not being able to suppress your volume. "Shh." Stu wiped the tear that fell from your eye. His head lulled back with a silent moan. Billy shook beneath you needing to cum. "Stu.. I- I need her to move." His voice cracked as his restraint faltered. "Give me a damn minute." Stu had a habit of getting cocky. In a normal setting Billy would've immediately put an end to it. He'd didn't tolerate what he considered "bitchy behavior."

Stu continued to use your mouth however he pleased. "Y/n baby..." Billy softly spoke making you pull away from Stu. "Fuck!" Stu whisper yelled at the loss of your lips. Billy grabbed your waist easily pulling you off of him. He kissed your lips before he stood up. "Get on your fucking knees." Billy spat at Stu more than upset. Stu being smarter than he looked dropped to his knees in front of his boyfriend. Billy grabbed the mans face roughly squishing the delicate skin beneath his fingers. "Open. Tongue out." Stu obeyed his tongue hanging out allowing Billy's cock to easily slid in. Your fingers found your clit quickly circling the bud.

Billy was always more aggressive with Stu knowing he could and loved to take it. Billy's thighs trembled as he got close. "Y-Y/n come here please..." The willing politeness made you even hotter than before. You crawled over next to Stu sitting back on your heels. Billy pulled out from Stu's mouth letting you know exactly what he was doing. You opened your mouth with your tongue out much like your boyfriend next to you. Billy pumped his cock till ropes of cum hit both you and Stu.

He milked his orgasm till there was nothing left. Quickly you swallowed what hit your tongue not thinking of the taste. Stu seemed to have a mouth full as he swallowed. "That would be way easier with a chaser." Stu joked wiping his mouth off with the back of his hand. "Shut up." Billy said with a smile trying to clear the fog from his mind. Stu pressed his lips yours as he slowly pushed you back on the mat. Both of you had yet to finish and he was going to fix that.

His cock seemed to slam into you making your breath leave your body. He sat up holding your legs still. Stu's pace was quick and brutal making your moans come out in fractions. One of his hands fell between your legs playing with you clit. His thrusts never faltered as you slowly felt that familiar pressure build. Your face contorted in pleasure signaling you were close. Stu's free hand covered your mouth knowing how loud you could get. That band seemed to snap within you making chills cover your body. You cried out into his palm as he continued his thrusts. Once your orgasm had passed he pulled out finishing over your stomach.

Stu gasped for air not being able to breathe. He fell over on the mat trying to catch his breath. It'd be awhile since he had an orgasm so strong. Billy went into his backpack pulling out the wet wipes he had brought. The cloth was freezing against your warm skin. A small wince left your lips as he cleaned up the mess his partner made. "I know baby..." He whispered. Billy pitched the cloth to the corner of the tent telling himself he'd get it in the morning. Billy fell between you and Stu before pulling a blanket to cover you and him. "That was fucking awesome." Stu exclaimed finally getting ahold of the air he urgently needed. "You okay?" Billy asked you seeing the permanent smile plastered on your face. "I think we broke her Macher." He smiled glad everyone enjoyed themselves. Stu curled up next to Billy pulling the blanket over his lower half.

"Do you hear that?" You asked the boys listening to the soft sound of grunting. "Holy shit." Billy said as Stu giggled. "Here I was worried they could hear us." You said laughing. Your head rested on Billy's chest listening to his heartbeat. The three in the other tent went at it for another 5 minutes making you and your boyfriends laugh. Stu was the first to fall asleep, softly snoring into his pillow. "That was okay wasn't it?" Billy asked again. He could be really assertive and aggressive during sex but afterwards he'd make sure everyone was okay. You pressed a kiss to his cheek. "It was great. I'm just a little sore." Stu wasn't a careful person. He could be extremely rough but he never meant to be. You knew tomorrow he'd be carrying you around saying he was sorry for being so careless.

"Do you need anything before I fall asleep?" His voice became deep with sleep. "No I don't think so." He kissed the top of your head before getting comfortable. Within 10 minutes you were both fast asleep.

The morning sun was unforgiving. The tent did little to nothing when it came to shielding you from the light. "Morning sunshine!" Stu said looking down at your naked body. "Good morning pervert." He leaned down pressing a kiss to your lips. "Sydney made coffee if you want some." You looked to your left noticing the lack of Billy. Stu noticed your concern. "He's already up. Tatum and Randy are still sleeping." He laughed thinking of last night. You nodded letting Stu leave before you got dressed.

"Good morning." Sydney said both of you shared a moment of silent acknowledgment. "Morning." She handed you a cup of coffee which you thanked her for. Tatum erupted from the tent ready to fight anyone who said something. "Did you have a good night last night?" Stu asked making Billy look at the ground with a smile. "Suck a dick Stu. Oh wait, you did." Tatum said almost making you choke on your drink. Billy couldn't help but laugh with Sydney. "That wasn't even that funny." Stu said disappointed in his friends. Randy was the next to leave the tent earning a high five from Stu. "Randy my man!" You rolled your eyes sipping on your drink.

The day dragged on with everyone going swimming and later eating hot dogs. By the end of the day everyone was on good terms even laughing about the night previous. Sydney snapped some photos of the group making sure everyone had atleast one polaroid to take home. Billy looked down at the picture in his hand. Everyone was smiling and having fun. He hated to say it but he might just go camping again.

[billyloomiswhore4]

Dark Habits | Billy and Stu x Reader

Warnings: petnames, (babe by stu, and baby by billy) Smut, consensual but not very safe, cheating, knife play, consensual cutting of the reader by the boys, fear play, oral (fem receiving), oral (m receiving). P in V, pussy slapping

anonymous asked:

I really liked your POV from the last ask, and I got inspired with a smut request from it if you're interested

Reader is Billy and Stu's childhood friend. She was there when they started having this sick fascination with gore and death and even "hardcore" interest when puberty hit them, making her end up being their "friends with benefits ", she isn't aware of their plan so when  they got Tatum and Sydney as girlfriends she expected them to stop thier secret relationship but they still came back to her even though she knows it's bad to cheat, but they come back to her not only because they are obsessed with her and love her but also because she is the only woman who can handle thier Dark sexual habits, the fear with billy  and the inflicting pain with stu.

a/n: im still struggling to figure out whats wrong with me but i felt bad for not posting, so i found this is my drafts and rushed to finish it up so im sorry if the end sucks its also not edited to again im sorry.

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You’ve been their friend since before you can remember. You were there for everything. When their obsession with horror movies grew stronger. When your play fights got a little too rough, and they seemed to enjoy your fighting a little too much. 

The first instance you could remember was when you were eleven years old. Billy and Stu were twelve. You had found a movie in your older siblings room.  You can’t remember the title now but what you do remember was when it started, and got right off into the murder. It was intense, it looked a little too real but stu still complained about how blood wasn’t really that color. He’d been hunting plenty of times with his dad, when he was home, and knew what blood and insides looked like. 

Billy though, was a different story. He seemed entranced, and even licked his lips at a close up of the victims face as she was being murdered. 

Stu was ecstatic that he found a good movie that he hadn’t seen. They both loved it, maybe a little too much and that’s probably why the memory stuck with you. 

The memories only got more and more intense from that one. The next instance was when you were fourteen. You were in the living room of Stu’s house, Billy sitting on the couch, and you and Stu were wrestling on the floor. He eventually got you down, your hands pinned above your head. He was squeezing your wrists a little too tight, and you winced. He grinned at this, and squeezed tighter.

“Ow Stu that hurts,” You whined, attempting to kick him off you. Billy’s attention was now on you and Stu, and Stu’s grin only widened. When he squeezed even tighter, fear flashed across your face. Billy had a frown on his face, but his eyes shone with something you’d never seen before. 

“Stu, seriously that hurts.” You were serious now, and he quickly snapped out of it, letting you go and helping you up off the ground. 

That moment you knew something was off about your best friends. It freaked you out a bit, the way Stu smiled at your pained sounds and Billy’s eyes when he realized you were afraid. 

That wasn’t the last incident. But as you grew older, and learned more about your sexual desires, you realized you weren’t like other people. When watching movies with Stu and Billy, you often found yourself watching intently as the killer would tease their victim with the knife, dragging it across their chest or arm just to see them squirm. You wondered what it would feel like, what it would be like to be so afraid and at someone's mercy. 

You let it slip before you could even think. 

“I wonder what that would be like.” You immediately grew red. Both Stu and Billy looked at you, staring intently.

“Wanna try it?” Stu asked all of the sudden. Billy smacked him on the shoulder.

“You can’t just ask that, fuckrag.” Billy seemed a bit angry at Stu for suggesting it. 

“I mean..” You trailed off, eyes pointing towards the screen in front of you. 

“Wait, you’d actually want to?” Billy was shocked. And you tried to subtly rub your thighs together. Stu’s hand suddenly met your thigh, and you jumped, not expecting him to notice your minuscule movements. 

“I think she wants it, Billy.” Stu’s cheshire grin was wider than you’d ever seen it before, and his eyes met Billy’s. They exchanged looks and it was all history. 

That night changed your life. You’d laid down in Stu’s bed, and he brandished a pocket knife from his pocket. He trailed it from your collarbone and down to your thigh. You tried to hide how hot the cold metal against your skin made you feel.  When he cut your shirt off, you’d gasped. Billy stared at your face, watching your eyes change from fear, to excitement to fear again. God did he enjoy it. 

That started something between the three of you. You were in a sort of “friends with benefits” situation, though you never really clarified anything. It was heaven while it lasted, but soon Billy got with Sidney, and Stu started dating Tatum. You assumed the situationship was over, but how wrong you were. 

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You're sitting on your bed, it must be around midnight. There’s a tapping against your window. You don’t normally lock it, because before Sidney and Tatum, they liked to sneak in through your window. It added a certain fear into the situation, you never knew when they planned to bust into your room and take you as they pleased.

 When they started dating the girls, you started locking it, worried that anyone could take advantage of your unlocked window. You assume the tapping sound was just the wind, but it got quicker in succession. So you stand, and walk to the window, looking out. You’re met with a disheveled looking Stu, and a frustrated looking Billy. You unlock and slide open the window. 

“What are you guys doing here!” You whisper-yell at them, your arm resting against the healing marks underneath your clothes. Stu shoves you aside and makes his way into your room, Billy follows. 

“We wanted to see you, duh.” Stu grins at you and Billy smirks with a look you know all too well.

“No, no,” You pause, watching them. “You’re with Sidney and Tatum. We can’t.” You insist. 

Billy puts a frustrated hand through his hair, and you look at him, realizing that he’s hard in his jeans. 

“There’s this whole thing…” Stu trails off.

“What, Stu?”

“Well- I was with Tatum. And we were gettin- y’know.” He makes a gesture that tells you that they were fucking. 

You raise an eyebrow, your chest tightening at the thought of him and Tatum together. “When- uh. We were doing it, all I could think about was you, and how you look underneath me with my knife to your chest.” Stu’s hands make contact with your throat, his thumb resting right on your pulse point. Your heart beats faster at his confession, and you're sure he can feel it. 

“Oh,” Your eyes flutter closed, and you take a sharp inhale of breath. 

“We want you, Baby,” Billy’s voice is pleading. “Just forget about the girls, just for tonight.”

“You’re the only one who understands us, who will take everything we give you and thank us for it.” Stu stops to take a deep breath. “We love you, more than anything..or anyone”

You give in allowing Stu’s lips to connect with your own. Billy moves, removing his shirt as Stu backs you up towards the bed. The back of your knees connect with it, and Stu pushes you to fall onto the softness. He gets out of the way, allowing Billy to crawl in between your legs. 

HIs lips meet yours and his tongue swipes across your bottom lip. You don’t open, you know how much he likes it when you resist. His hand comes to your jaw, pressing his fingers in between the joints and your mouth opens. He slips his tongue inside, wrestling yours. 

You don’t even notice as Stu pulls off his shirt, and pulls out the pocket knife he knows to keep in his pocket when he’s coming to see you.

Billy’s lips leave yours to grip the hem of your shirt and pull it up and over your head.The bandages across your hip come off next. Billy moves to pull off your pants and Stu straddles your thighs, pressing the knife against the skin of your other non-marked hip. 

You hiss when he presses down, the knife cutting the skin of your hip. He groans when blood bubbles up to the surface, and he uses his thumb to smear it across the skin. He makes another one, quick but thin and leans down to lick it softly. Billy’s lips meet your neck, sucking harshly against the soft, supple skin.

Billy moves away from your neck and switches places with Stu. He quickly makes work of pulling down your underwear. Billy throws your legs over his shoulders and dives in, eating you out like it’s his last meal. He laps at your clit, his pointer finger going to your hole, and pushing inside you. 

Suddenly, Stu is pressing the knife against your neck, and you quake in fear. Your thighs shake with stimulation as Billy looks at you through his lashes from between your thighs. 

Stu shushes you when you open your mouth to speak, and trails the knife from your throat down between your breasts. He continues moving the knife down, and then he makes a particularly deep cut across your stomach. 

It shocks you, he’s never done that before. Always in one spot so it’s easier to hide, and never that deep so it doesn’t scar as badly. This time, he’s trying to mark you, claim you as his. Because even if he has Tatum, he still wants you.

Billy stops completely, making you whine at the loss. He shimmies out of his pants and boxers, leaving him completely bare in front of you. He crawls between your legs, sitting back on his heels and pulling you against him. Your legs go over his hips, your cunt pressing against his hard cock. 

Stu pulls off his pants and boxers as well, grabbing his cock and pressing it to your lips. You open up, allowing him to slip it in your mouth.

“Good girl..” he groans as his dick is wrapped in the warmth of your mouth. Billy gets jealous, as you’re staring into Stu’s eyes, seemingly forgetting about him. So he slams into you, making you moan around Stu’s cock. 

“F-fuck,” Stu stutters, moaning as you work your tongue around him. 

Billy pushes into you with quick, hard thrusts. You whine in pain as Stu’s fingers wrap in your hair, and he pulls on it, hard. Billy’s fingers slip down to play with your clit, before he pulls out completely, laying a quick smack against your cunt and then slipping back inside you. You moan in pain and pleasure, the sound vibrating against Stu’s cock.

 He groans softly, shallowly thrusting into your mouth. He pulls out, with a pop sound. He strokes himself in front of your face for a moment, and then pushes back into your mouth. 

Billy twitches inside you, rubbing your clit with his thumb. He thrust into you even harder, while you hollow your cheeks around Stu’s cock. Stu quickly falls apart, twitching inside your mouth and then releasing his spend. He grips your jaw, pulling out while Billy continues. 

Stu pries open your jaw, and looks at the white substance as it trickles down your chin. He pushes your jaw shut. 

“Swallow.” You obey, and then open your mouth to show him. 

Billy falls apart quickly after, pulling out and cumming on your pussy. 

They both fall on seperate sides of you, laying there. They pull you into their arms, and Stu closes his eyes. 

Billy laughs, watching how quickly Stu falls back into the same old routine. 

[sunny-mercya]

Sensitive Heart

Poly! Billy Loomis & Stu Macher x Male Reader

Fandom -> Scream 1996

Requested by -> Anon

Masterlist

Sidney had become quick to learn, that you're a rather sensible—if not even overstimulated sensitive—boy.

Most things; be it a large crowd, people accidentally bumping into you or someone saying something you had difficulty to understand—hell, even the most mundane compliment; you look really good today—brought you to tears.

And on some days, wether if they are bad or good ones, you would cry for an eternality of hours—exhausting yourself with a sore throat sobbing.

Throughout the school years, you had spend more time in the nursery office thanks to this—whatever and however it's called, Sidney doesn't bother to remember—than being actually injured.

Tatum, who had heard from Stacy—and she had it being told from Mackenzie, who had gotten told it from Helena—the nurses daughter—told Sidney once, that your over sensitivity of personality has been coming from your mother.

Your mother who had pampered you into a suffocating and constant anxious panic. She was a kind soul, with her off shrugging absently affectionate, but treating you well still.

Although, when you were at the age of ten—having been in the hospital again, because of your mother—your father had enough, filled a divorce and complete custody over you and told his ex-wife to leave.

So now, Sidney had to endure your tears filled stuttering jumble of words while accompanying you, yet again, to the nurse office.

Please god, she thought, end me. Holding back a groan, simply nodding along to what you're trying to say. If she's telling you to shut up, you would probably cry a flood then.

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The cold wet washcloth always felt good over your burning irritated eyes. Cooling them off and bringing a sort of pain relief to them.

Mrs. Westbrock had left the office, after assessing you down onto the bed and giving you a glass of water and headache-pills. Nothing new, a normal occurrence for you to be alone—till school hours ended—in the nurse office, when you had another rather server breakdown episode. Then again, every episode brought you to the office.

»Aww, at this point you should ask the Director to let you live rent-free here« Stu did his best to lower his voice, when stepping in. Knowing well how headache prone you would get and he also knows how loud his voice can be.

It must be lunch break or a free period or study all, otherwise Billy and Stu wouldn't be able to visit you. Then again, you wouldn't put it pass them to just skip a lesson or two—and you knew they had done already more than once.

»What was it this time babe?« asked Billy, sitting down onto the chair. Someone would say his tone, when asking you this question, is coming off as annoyed, rude and tutting. It wasn't. It was Billys way of asking you how you are and what the cause was.

You shrugged at him, rubbing your eyes and sitting up a bit—letting Stu prep kisses onto your face.

»I.....don't really remember anymore.«

Billy hummed, knowing well it was lie of you, watching you and Stu, the both of you conserving now over some Cartoon.

»Did Jules brought you here?«

»Nu-uh, it was Sydney,«

Billy nodded, they all were somewhat friends with Sidney, though somehow she always seemed to be irritated annoyed by your mere presence—not that you took notice if it, always busy to greet everyone happily, even when it was hard to do for you.

»[Name]. Tell us, what made you cry.« a bit demanding harsh he sounded, but how would he know if Billy didn't use a dominant force to bring you to speak.

»It, it–it was, someone talked about–about how killing is, is–is something and I got upset over it, because they talked so causally about it, but killing is–is–is bad and taking–taking a humans life is cruel«

You broke into another, new, round of tears. Sobbing into Stu's arms, who cooed at you lovely and giving you sloppy kisses on the cheeks again.

Oh, how innocent sweet you are. Thinking so naively and thoughtful about the world. Aren't you adorable?

~~~

It was weeks after, when Sidney came to the conclusion that the ominous masked—dubbed as Ghostface—killer, who tried to killer her, is Billy Loomis.

Sidney, when she got the chance, pulled you into an empty classroom, cornering you. Doing her best to look as threatening as she could, to make you confess.

She always found it strange how Billy (and Stu) could love someone like you—someone who's a crybaby, skittish and meek in personality. Too Sensitive for a boy to be.

But then she thought, you're the perfect alibi for Billy or perhaps even someone who knows that Billy is the murder.

»You know Billy is the killer, don't you [Name]?«

»What? What are you talking about Syd?«

»It's Sidney. Billy is the killer and you're either good at pretending to play clueless dumb, which you are though, or you're his partner. There aren't any other options.«

Sidney hated it how you pronounced her name so dumbly wrong. It's a simple name, how hard could it be to say it right? Apparently hard enough for you.

»Accusing someone, a friend even, of something so horrific is a cruel thing to do.«

»Oh? I didn't knew you could speak english without stuttering in sobbing.«

Your lips begun to wobble, biting softly onto them to stop the starting trembling—which would soon racked through your whole body. Eyes getting wet, tears ready to spill.

Sidney had no rights to accuse Billy like this and neither had she the right to be this mean to you. You hadn't done anything to make her upset, so why does she say such things?

She clicked her tongue in annoyance, gripping your arm tight when you were about to bold off.

»We both know I'm right. Whether you like it or not.«

You freed yourself from her, jerking your arm out of her grasp and bolting out of the room. At some point colliding with Jules, who was looking for you, scrambling up again and running even faster away.

A lie. It's a complete conspiracy bullshitting lie, what Sidney had said to you. It wasn't true, Billy isn't a killer.

~~~

»I'm home!« greeted Billy once he had open the front door and stepped in, closing if afterwards. Getting out of his jacket and hanging it up on, he made his way towards the kitchen.

Leaning against the frame of the kitchen-door, Billy watched you, smiling at the sight of you cooking today's lunch—dancing slightly to the music which the radio plays.

»You need help, darling?« he admits, spooking you up like this was—the way how you jerked together into surprise—always a fun thing to do.

»Oh, Billy! How was work? Sure sure, you can set the table and please get Stu« you pecked his lips, when he leaned down, snatching a piece of bacon from the cutting board.

»Where is he?«

»Upstairs, doing the laundry.« you had long returned to the cooking, resuming with what you had stopped.

Billy passed through the living room, stopping at the commode in the hallway, next to the stairs.

Photo frames over photos frames filled the commode, telling their own stories—from their graduation, first house, to marriage, to their honeymoon and then to their Kids and their first kindergarten and school day to the here and now.

There was one photo in particular, which both Stu and him are very found of. It still confuses the kids, who couldn't figure out why a photo of you crying was a found memory to keep and share.

To the kids they had told a story of how they always found it adorable, just how bunny like you were and wanted to capture the moment.

In truth though, it was the moment when the broke you—your spirit of will—and had you forever to love.

It was after Sidney had inflicted your pure heart with self-doubt and questionable unbelief towards Billy. You confronted him, breaking out in hysterical when Billy bluntly admits it with a shrug and when you were about to call the police—Stu stepped in, holding you tight in his arms as you trashed in his hold and shouting words at them you never wished to say again.

They had to break a few of your bones, scaring and threatening you completely in submissive—because if they don't, you wouldn't be able to continue with going to school with them and enjoy life, if they didn't had done it this way—they had to kill you and that would be a shame. After all you're their precious little darling.

It took a few years—after framing someone else for their killings and making Sidney an implausible witness in the polices eyes—to shape you into what your are now; a good submissive husband, who showers them in unconditionally love.

»[Name]'s adorable, isn't he Bills?« Stu trotted down the stairs, flashing a grin at Billy.

»You're right, he really is. I was just about to get you, laundry-boy«

»Funny, man. Urgh, my back hurts. I never do laundry again«

After lunch, when the kids had retired into their rooms or going out to spend time with friends. You and your husbands sat on the couch, cuddling against another and watching another round of romance movies.

Even after all these years, you couldn't stop your sensitivity and the spilling tears from your eyes.

Billy and Stu wouldn't have it any other way. They adored you how you are, in their eyes you're perfect.

»Have I told you, just how–how much I love–love you two?« you asked them in between sobs, romantic movies always made you so moody.

»You do plenty of times, precious. We love you just as much in return.«

Both Billy and Stu pressed a kiss against your lips, tasting your salty tears.

You're their little bunny.

[creepswrites]

Billy loomis x reader where she’s a very introverted person and it kind of messes up his plans at the party that night everything went down

i tend to write billy a very specific way, which is why i haven't written very much for him, but i hope you enjoy this! he's very interesting to write for! mayb in the future i'll do a story and touch on his mind more, we'll see

BILLY LOOMIS with a F! S/O who is very introverted

“Dude, when’s she gettin’ outta here?” Stu whisper-yelled at Billy, jerking his thumb over in your direction. “We gotta get a move on and you said she’d be gone by now?”

“I know, I know,” Billy sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He knew bringing you along to the party would make his plans with Stu far more complicated than necessary, but it would look bad showing up without you. He cared about you - shockingly, after all he wasn’t exactly fond of most people - and he didn’t want you getting roped into his shit.

He wanted you to go home with some group of girls who left earlier but you had been too terrified to ask them for a ride. So, there you sat in the kitchen, sipping on a vodka lemonade without a care in the world, blissfully oblivious to your boyfriend’s plot to murder.

Billy sighed, turning his head to look at Stu. The two were sat on a couch as Randy talked about some horror movie to the remain few guests. Of course, soon word would reach them about their dead principal and Billy had no doubt they’d take off to go see. This had all been planned meticulously for months in advance.

He knew it wasn’t your fault for screwing it up. You didn’t know, that was the whole point. Problem was how to get you out. “Is Tatum still… around?” Billy asked Stu with a hard look.

Stu blinked once. Twice. “Dude I told you, I didn’t want anything happenin’ to her.” His voice was low. “If you want her gone, dude, that’s on y-“

“No, no, I mean,” Billy huffed, “if she’s still here, maybe she can take my girl home. Two birds, one stone, ya feel?”

Realization dawned on Stu’s face. “Oh, yeah, I getcha! I’ll go find her.” He stood with a dramatic flair, attracting Randy’s attention. “I’ll be right back~” He said, walking backwards towards the stairs, earning laughs from the people around the couch.

Billy just smirked to himself and focused on his red solo cup. Coca Cola wasn’t his favorite but he needed to blend in. As he took a drink, you slipped into Stu’s place. Dark eyes followed your movement as you snuggled closer. “You okay?” He asked softly.

Now, very few people knew Billy beneath his surface level. His real thoughts and feelings. Stu knew more than most people but no one had ever seen him completely. It made him feel safer. Like his disguise was working. Dating Sydney had been a welcome distraction, another piece of his plan perfectly in place. So her dumping him hadn’t been expected.

Finding you wasn’t either. But he was attracted to something about you. Something in his gut that told him he might be able to trust you with his darkness. Let you in on his and Stu’s work one day, when you could all look back on tonight as just a faint memory.

Not now though. Right now, he needed to protect you.

While he’d planned on killing Tatum for a nice, clean finish, Stu had been resistant to the idea. Your very presence may have just spared her from any involvement. Stu liked her and didn’t want to hurt her but, unlike Billy, he was aware he might have to cut his losses.

Your introverted nature may have given Tatum a chance to walk away.

“You okay, doll?” Billy asked you softly, curling an arm around your shoulder.

You slid more into his side, scrunching your face up slightly. “I’m… not a big party person.”

He chuckled, a warm sound he had practiced. “I know. It’s why I’m glad you came with me. I- I know its really outta your comfort zone, but I appreciate you coming with me.” Billy kissed the top of your head, resting his chin there. “Next date, you can pick.”

A soft giggle from you made him smirk. “Is this a date?” You teased, tracing odd patterns on his jeans. “Odd date for an odd guy, hm?”

Oh, if only you knew.

Stu smacked his hands down on the back of the leather couch, making you jump and making Billy shoot him an annoyed look. “Hey, uh, Billy?” Stu bit at his lip nervously, Tatum looking clearly worried over his shoulder. "Sydney's upstairs getting sick in the bathroom."

Billy frowned, scanning Stu's face and noting the ghost of a smile there. While he'd broken up with Sydney weeks ago, they still needed her for the final act. So they'd slipped her something that'd make her throw up but not do any real damage to her. A last minute adjustment to the plan but, sometimes, Stu had good ideas.

Quickly, Billy put on a face of alarm. "Oh shit, did something happen?

Stu shrugged. "Hard to say. Think she might need some help."

Tatum gagged lightly. "I love Syd, but no way. That's gross. I just wanna go home."

"Aww, not stayin' the night?" Stu teased, wrapping an arm around her waist. He kissed her temple as she looked at you.

You and Tatum got along fairly well. Being girlfriends of two best friends meant you two would have an easier time getting along versus hating each other. Besides, Tatum knew it wasn't your fault Syd was paranoid and broke up with Billy.

"Would you mind driving her home for me, Tatum?" Billy asked softly, brushing hair back behind your ear. "I should make sure Syd gets home alright and I don't wanna leave you here alone." Billy kissed your forehead softly.

You frowned slightly. "Are you sure? I don't mind helping."

Billy smiled at you, his perfectly practiced smile reassuring you. "I'm sure. I was gonna leave anyways. How 'bout I head over to your place after I help out Syd?" He asked, a smirk growing on his face.

You blushed as Stu giggled obnoxiously, him and Tatum gagging over the two of you. As if they weren't the king and queen of disgusting couples things.

Tatum took your arm and dragged you off the couch and towards the door. "You better make sure Syd gets home safe." She pointed a delicately painted nail at Billy and Stu.

Billy held up his hands placatingly. "So long as you get my girl home safe. Deal?"

Stu laughed and Tatum rolled her eyes, hooking elbows with you as the two of you marched out of the house. You liked Tatum, since she wasn't afraid to speak her mind and always defended you. She, of course, made sure you got home safe and sound. When you'd finally gotten home, you took a quick shower, changed into pajamas, and fell into bed.

You didn't even notice you'd fallen asleep until you woke up to the sun's harsh rays beaming down on your eyes from your bedroom window. A pang of concern came over you when you realized Billy hadn't come over.

Quietly, you padded down the stairs and saw your mother and father's eyes glued to the television. It looked like whatever had their attention had interrupted your dad heading to work and your mom from cooking breakfast. As you stepped closer to ask what was wrong, you heard the newscaster's voice.

"...police confirmed the killer to be Neil Prescott who broke into the house and killed five people - including his daughter Sydney - and then himself. The only two survivors were Billy Loomis and Stu Macher, whom authorities say are currently hospitalized due to injuries."

You stopped listening, adrenaline coursing through you and your heart pounded as you stared at the screen. Oh god, Sydney's dad killed all those people? His own daughter? You bolted for the door, not even bothering to change out of your pajamas as you made your way to your car. The hospital would no doubt be open, you thought as you backed out of the driveway.

All you could think of was that you needed to see if Billy was okay.

[cece693]

PART 2 TO THE STU AND BILLY FIC PLSSS 🙏🏻🙏🏻

Looks Can be Deceiving Pt. 2 (Stu and Billy x M! Reader)

So I totally didn't put much effort into the first part, but I appreciate all the love it has gotten :) The original request had the male reader being nice, however, I want him to also be kinda of a bimbo so apologies in advance if he doesn't feel like the same character.

Summary: Billy and Stu were fighting over you, it takes time (more than you would like to admit), but you catch on and make them play nice :)

tags: soft/bottom reader, you make Billy and Stu get along, kisses, suggestive language, Billy and Stu are a mess, cursing

link to part one

(not my fanart, just couldn't find a good gif to go alongside this :) Credit to the creator)

It took you way too long to notice the competition brewing between Billy and Stu—embarrassingly long. You weren’t dumb, not exactly, but you tended to…miss things. Like the way Billy would glower whenever Stu made you laugh a little too hard, or how Stu practically shoved himself between you and Billy whenever you were all on the couch. You thought they were just being, well, Billy and Stu. A little intense, a little weird, but harmless.

It wasn’t until you walked into the kitchen one morning and found Stu dramatically arguing with Billy over who got to “sit next to you at breakfast” that it finally clicked.

“Oh my gosh,” you said, smacking your forehead. “You guys are, like, totally fighting over me, aren’t you?”

Billy and Stu froze mid-argument, their heads snapping toward you.

“What? No,” Billy said immediately, his voice sharp and defensive.

“Yup,” Stu said at the same time, grinning like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

You tilted your head, frowning as you processed their reactions. “You are! Oh my god, that’s so cute!”

Billy groaned, dragging a hand down his face. Stu, on the other hand, lit up like a Christmas tree. “You think we’re cute?” he asked, sidling up to you with a grin.

“Yeah,” you said, giving him a sunny smile. “Like, two puppies fighting over a squeaky toy. It’s adorable!”

Billy’s jaw clenched, his dark eyes narrowing. “We’re not puppies,” he muttered.

“Of course not,” you said, patting his arm like you were trying to console him. “You’re more like, I dunno, angry alley cats or something.”

Stu burst out laughing, slapping you on the back. “Alley cats! Dude, you kill me.”

Billy didn’t laugh, but his lips twitched slightly, betraying a flicker of amusement.

From that day on, you couldn’t help but lean into it.

You weren’t exactly a mastermind, but you knew how to get a reaction—and boy, did they give you plenty to work with. It started small. Wearing slightly tighter shirts around the apartment. Stretching a little too dramatically during your workouts in the living room. Flopping onto the couch between them and resting your head on one of their shoulders, just to see who would get jealous first.

And when you realized just how much they worshipped your chest? Oh, that opened a whole new world of possibilities.

One particularly hot day, you decided shirts were overrated. You lounged around the apartment in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, your big tits on full display as you sprawled out on the couch. You pretended not to notice the way Billy’s eyes kept darting toward you or the way Stu’s grin stretched just a little too wide.

At one point, Stu plopped down beside you, his arm slinging across the back of the couch. “Damn, Big Guy,” he said, his tone teasing but low. “You trying to kill us or something?”

You blinked at him, all wide-eyed innocence. “Huh? What do you mean?”

Stu snorted, his hand twitching like he wanted to touch you but thought better of it. “I mean, walking around like that. It’s distracting, dude.”

Billy, who had been leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, scoffed. “He knows exactly what he’s doing.”

“Do not!” you protested, pouting a little. “I’m just comfortable! You guys are the ones making it weird.”

Billy’s eyes darkened, his voice dropping to a low, almost dangerous tone. “Weird, huh? Keep pushing, and you’ll find out just how ‘weird’ we can get.”

You stared at him for a moment, your pout deepening. “That sounded kinda threatening, but also kinda hot? Like, what are you gonna do? Wrestle me or something?”

Stu burst out laughing again, practically falling off the couch. “Oh, man, you’re gonna get yourself in trouble, Big Guy.”

And you should've heed his warning, easing on your teasing, but it was fun. That was until they fought back. You’d been wandering around the apartment in one of your usual lazy outfits—just a pair of boxers and a loose tank top that did absolutely nothing to hide your chest—when you felt the atmosphere shift.

It started with Stu, as always, bounding up to you with that mischievous grin of his. “Hey, Big Guy,” he said, stepping into your personal space. “You been working out more? ‘Cause those things,” he gestured at your chest, “look like they could take me out in one punch.”

You laughed, swatting at him playfully. “Oh, stop. You’re so silly.”

Before you could escape to your room, though, Billy appeared, blocking your path. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—something dark and intense—that made your heart skip a beat.

“Seriously,” Billy said, his voice low and rough. “Enough’s enough.”

You blinked, glancing between them in confusion. “Enough of what?”

Stu leaned in, his grin turning wicked. “The teasing, Big Guy. You’ve been driving us insane, and we’ve had enough.”

Before you could respond, Stu’s hands were on your shoulders, pulling you down into a messy, hungry kiss. His lips moved against yours with wild abandon, his fingers gripping you like he was afraid you might slip away. When he finally pulled back, you were breathless, your mind spinning. “Whoa,” you muttered, blinking at him.

And (to make things better), Billy stepped in, his hand gripping the back of your neck as he kissed you with a slow, deliberate intensity that left you dizzy. His lips were firm, his movements calculated, like he wanted to savor every second of this moment. The heat from him was palpable, his grip possessive but not forceful—just enough to keep you still as he took what he wanted. When he finally pulled away, his dark eyes locked onto yours, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.

“You like teasing, huh?” he murmured, his voice low and dripping with restrained heat. “Well, now it’s our turn.”

Stu, never one to be outdone, slung an arm around your shoulders, his grin as wide and wild as ever. He looked at you like a predator who’d just caught the juiciest prey. “Cancel any plans you might have, big guy,” he said with a laugh. “’Cause you’re gonna be real busy for a while.”

You blinked, still reeling, your cheeks flushed and your heart pounding so hard you swore they could hear it. “Wait…does this mean I have two boyfriends now?” you asked, your voice coming out breathless and faintly incredulous.

Stu laughed loudly, pulling you closer until your sides were pressed together. “Yes, and I hope you realize that means you’re ours. Only ours.”

Billy’s smirk softened into something more dangerous as he moved behind you, his arms wrapping around your chest from behind. His hands settled on your pecs, his fingers teasingly circling the broad muscle as he rested his chin on your shoulder. “That’s right,” he murmured, his voice a low purr. “You’re not going anywhere. And anyone who tries to take you from us?” His smirk returned, darker this time. “They’ll regret it.”

Stu nodded eagerly, his fingers brushing against the other side of your chest like they were testing the limits of your patience—or maybe just reveling in how easily they’d gotten you to blush. “Yeah, big guy. You’re stuck with us now. Two-for-one deal of the century.”

You groaned, dropping your head back against Billy’s shoulder with an exasperated laugh. “You two are insane. Both of you.”

Billy chuckled softly, his fingers tightening just enough to make your breath hitch. “Maybe. But you like us that way, don’t you?”

Stu grinned, leaning in so close his nose brushed against your cheek. “Admit it, big guy. You wouldn’t have it any other way.”

And, damn it, they weren’t wrong.

[roadkillremi]

Randy Meeks x Reader where they try and find out who the killer is while the whole friend group is sitting at the fountain?

Thank youuuuuuu 💗💗💗

Of course!!!

Also can we take a second to notice Randy's Green shoes below? He woke up and got those shoes with that shirt knowing they matched perfectly

The List

Randy Meeks X Gn!Reader

MasterList

Warnings : Randy fluff, Language, mentions Killing, mentions death, mentions Billy pranking reader in past, Established relationship with Randy, Established Past relationship with Billy, Sexist comment towards Randy, Mentions Billy pranking reader with knife in the past. Mentions Sex once ("I can't believe you two haven't had sex yet") ,

Summary : Based off the ask above.

You gently smacked Randy's hand from grabbing one of your baby carrots. He groaned, "Randy get your own damn food." You fussed.

"But your food tastes better" he complained. You reached down into your bag pulling out a pack of trail mix. Randy excitedly spread his legs open for you to sit in-between them. You sat down between his legs, "Here." You handed him the bag.

"Thank you" he smiled kissing your cheek. You began to eat your sandwich before Stu climbing on the fountain.

"Hey you two love birds!" He smiled playfully ruffling Randy's hair. Randy swatted Stu away from him. Tatum rolled her eyes at Stu sitting beside him. Sydney and Billy stayed silent. You waved at Sydney as you chewed your sandwich. She waved back with a small smile, Billy also gave you a small wave. Randy wrapped his arms around your waist. He got jealous around Billy a lot, though you assured him you only wanted him. You looked to the side and kissed his cheek.

"Y/N? Did you get interviewed yet?" Tatum asked popping a chip in her mouth.

"Yeah, They asked me where I was and what I was doing. Then they asked me if my dad ever took me hunting. I guess since he owns the hunting tackle shop." You shrugged.

"They didn't ask me if I hunted." Randy added. Stu laughed, "That's cause hunting is a real man's job.". You gently rub Randy's hand, "Where were you last night, Y/N?" Billy asked. You looked up at him, "I got home from work at 8pm. Then Randy came over to watch a movie. I have an alibi, Loomis.".

Billy sat up narrowing his eyes at you.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Just weird you question me." You leaned back into Randy. Billy kept staring at you, "Well Stu was with me last night." Tatum interrupted. Billy finally looked away from you, Randy gently placed his head on your shoulder.

"I don't understand how someone could do that to her.." Sydney whispered.

"Ya gut her!" Stu said laughing a bit. Tatum elbowed Stu, "I mean there's no way a girl could've done it.".

"Whoa! Have you seen Carrie?!" Randy blurted. Billy rolled his eyes, "Feminine rage is scary." Randy added. Tatum nodded, "Randy's right.".

"Don't you go hunting, Stu?" You asked.

"Whoa! I'm not the killer!" Stu shot his hands up. Billy threw a pretzel at him, "No one said you were.". Randy gently whispered in your ear, "Updating my suspect list.". You softly laughed, "Randy where were you before your little movie night?" Tatum asked.

"I was at work." He said confidently.

"Didn't they fire you?"

"Twice." He smiled before kissing your neck. The first time it was because he kept judging customers rentals. The second time from you two making out in the back. You leaned your head back against Randy's shoulder.

"You alright?" He whispered moving his hands to your sides gently rubbing them.

"Yeah, just bummed out there's a killer on the loose senior year." You huffed. Randy kissed your neck, Stu made a fake puking noise.

"God, it's insane you two didn't have sex yet!" Stu laughed. You rolled your eyes, "God forbid someone respects my boundaries!".

"Whoa is that a dis at Billy?!" It went uncomfortably silent. You and Billy briefly dated in the past, at first it seemed normal. Then he got weird, he'd play the prank of scaring you often. It went too far where he pinned you with a knife. That night you ran to Randy crying, terrified. You called Billy breaking up with him shortly dating Randy after.

"No, Stu. Not everything I do is a diss at Billy. He's happy with Sydney and I'm happy with Randy." You blandly stated. Billy coldly stared at you, you had a feeling he still was mad about it.

"I heard they found her liver in the mail box." Stu changed the subject. Sydney got up walking into the school. Billy got up, "Really man?" He complained.

"Leave her alone, Stu!" Tatum fussed.

"Liver alone!!" Stu laughed, Tatum smacked his arm. You rolled your eyes grabbing your bag leaving. Randy quickly followed you, "Wait up!" Randy called.

"God, They're so annoying!" You complained. You attempted to open your locker messing up hitting the door.

"Whoa, calm down." He said. He opened the locker for you, you put some of your books from your bag into the locker.

"Sorry. I just hate when-"

"Stu brings up Billy?" Randy asked grabbing your hand.

"Yeah. It's annoying because I'm obviously over it. And I'm happy with you." You say looking up at him. Randy gently kissed you, "I know, I do think Billy's a suspect.".

"Maybe, we'll only find out with time.".

[kakashiislut]

Who is it?~ GhostFace

Pt 1, Pt 2, Pt 3, Pt 4, Pt 5, Pt 6, Pt 7

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It’s 2:04. You’re currently biting your actual finger as you wait by the phone. It has to ring. Soon. You place your medication in your mouth and take a tester sip of water, before swinging it back and swallowing the pill.

Ringgg! Ri-

“GAH- hello?!” You wipe at your mouth to dry away the water.

“You okay? Sounds like you swallowed a bird.”

Holy shit….this time…his voice is so much more raspier than the last time. He almost seemed to be talking softly too.

“I was taking medication…called me mid way..the sound scared me…choked.” Totally didn’t choke yourself over how excited you got.

“Really?…”

“Are…are you okay?…” You lean onto the counter, biting the pad of your thumb.

“Tired.”

“Tired?”

“Mhm…just woke up from a nap…almost missed our time.”

“You’re lucky you didn’t! I would have killed you, ya know?”

“Sorry, Ma’am…”

“Well, I didn’t know Matthew took naps…” you pull off the counter, heading towards your room.

He’s silent.

Why is he silent?

“Hello? Matt?”

“Wait.” His voice came out in a tiny whisper, you heard some shuffling and some drawers opening.

“O-okay…” you whisper back, getting into your room and laying comfy on the bed.

“Hello? Hello?” His Voice Echos and you smile.

“Hello? You die or something?”

“…remote ran out of batteries…”

You laugh a bit. “You’re kinda a dork, ya know?”

“Am I?”

“Ya…I was hoping you’d come watch me…was gonna take a bath…thought you might like it.”

“Oh don’t tempt me…”

“You can bring that knife you oh so lovingly love to talk about…”

“I have a question…”

“Shoot!- or stab away?” You giggle softly.

“Who’s that guy you like?”

“This again?”

“Now…why won’t you tell me?”

“I just…I don’t know…”

“You’ll feel guilty?”

“Maybe…”

“What’s he like?”

“Why? Do you wanna be him?”

“I wanna know what you like…”

“He’s..dorky, but he’s loud and handsome. He’s tall…like 6’4? He has soft light brown hair and blue eyes…he’s..he’s just so perfect…I can’t get him out of my mind. But…he has a girlfriend, and to be quite honest with you, Matthew, she’s so much prettier and cooler than I am. I’m not even tryna say that for compliments, she’s genuinely so hot…she’s A CHEERLADER! Like…and I’m just some nerdy goth girl…nothing special about me..but she also makes me sooo angry. Sometimes she talks and I just wanna stab her in the chest…gut her or something…” you find yourself mumbling the last part and it’s completely silent on the other end.

“H-hello?”

“You’re my dream woman…” The voice speaks, he almsot sounds delirious.

You can hear a sizzling sound and a slow release of air.

“So why don’t you do it? Stab her…gut her up…” His voice turns icy.

“W-what?”

“Kill her. Then take him for yourself..”

“I couldn’t possibly do that…”

“Really? Well, let’s see…2 years ago…a woman and a man where found mutilated and buried in a forest near a river.”

Your heart started beating. Heavy. Very heavy.

“Cops said that the man had a girlfriend…they weren’t sure how or why the woman was connected to the man or the girlfriend…but why don’t you hear my theory.”

“W-what…what are you talking about?”

“This lovely girlfriend…one day she walks in on her boyfriend…on her own boyfriend fucking another woman. The GF goes wild, starts screaming and hitting. It’s possible…possible the girlfriend didn’t wanna give up her virginity….so he cheats on her.”

“Stop.”

“Why?”

“Because…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“So what does the little girlfriend do? She kills her dumb, stupid boyfriend. Guts him. Buries him in the forest…but oh no…the girl her boyfriend fucked, starts suspecting her…so what does she do? A) Deny, B) Murder the woman and bury her next to the boyfriend, or C) Leave.

“…”

“Answer…”

“I don’t know…”

“Yes you do…”

“I don’t.” You sob a bit.

“Don’t cry…ANSWER.”

“B! B!”

“Ding ding ding…correct…of course…the cops won’t ever think the sweet little girlfriend would EVER do anything like that…so they let her go…and she leaves…and she finds herself in Woodsboro, California.”

“Who are you?!”

“Does it matter?”

“YOU BASTARD! ILL-“

“YOULL WHAT? KILL ME?” His voice…it’s almost like he’s having fun.

You gulp.

“…why the fuck are you trying to act like someone you’re not. Stop fucking stuttering about not being able to kill a stupid teenage bitch and do it!”

You just gape for a bit..before you grit your teeth.

“Whoever the fuck you are…I’ll find you and kill you.”

“Really? Cause I’m all around you…and you don’t even know it.”

Click.

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I don’t know what happened…I just wrote until stuff came out. I actually apologize for this being caca. I JUST WANTED TO WRITE- please forgive me. Caca. Hehe.

[quinnxsocials]

THE MASKED KILLER

BILLY X STU X READER FAN FIC

This is based on the 1996 SCREAM VER!

THIS IS PART ONE

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One Year Ago (almost)

“Sidney..?” Rose said knocking onto Sidney’s door, Sidney opened the door confused and when she saw Rose’s puffy and red eyes she knew something was wrong. “Oh my God are you okay Rose?” Sidney whispered and hugged her sister, “Mom is dead.” She cried holding onto Sidney. Sidney released the hug and looked at her with tears in her eyes, “w-what? You’re joking right…” Sidney replied back and when Rose shook her head Sidney looked side to side as tears fell down, Rose lead her to her parents room to see Rose was just about right. Their mother brutally murdered on the floor, they both cried harder and the police sirens were coming closer. When Sidney looked outside she saw someone wearing a jacket leaving her house, it had blood on it, and when she looked closer she realized the jacket belonged to no other than Cotton Weary.. Sidney screamed and immediately ran outside to find nobody, as the police came to the scene Sidney ran to Dewey. “Hey! Hey! What’s going on we got a call that your mother was killed!” Dewey said holding onto Sidney. “cotton weary.. he left the house in a jacket of blood! c-check his car I know it was him!” Sidney cried as Rose ran outside in tears. Both Sidney and Rose had blood on them, the death of their mother scared Rose. Which made her so introverted that she barely hung out with the friend group anymore, only Randy. And that’s when the bullying started from Casey Becker, the soon to be dead.

“You probably killed your mother because you’re a lame weird little bitch!” Casey said to Rose as she sat down in the lunch room, Rose looked up at her in shock. “Why would you say something like that?” Rose said her voice cracking, “Because you’re not so innocent! I know you’re a killer.” Casey replied and crossed her arms over her chest. “I didn’t kill her, that was my mother. I didn’t come out the house in a jacket of her blood, Cotton Weary did.” Rose replied angrily and stood up to Casey, “Pfft! Of course and why ya getting up gonna hit me and prove that I’m right that you’re psychotic and a murderer?” Casey laughed and taunted Rose, “Shut the fuck up you ugly Bob looking ass bitch you’re lucky I don’t beat the shit outta you because you’re with Stu. Test me again and I’ll break your jaw bitch.” Rose replied with serious intentions but that didn’t work on Casey. “Yeah okay, hit me bitch.” Casey replied, but before she could laugh Rose sent a hard punch to Casey’s jaw making her fall back to the ground and Rose just walked away as Casey started screaming and having a bitch fit, and Stu gave Rose a look of shock as he ran over to Casey and helped her up. This is what really sparked the rumors of Rose being a killer, but a week later everything died down and Rose began to hang out with the group again. Mostly Randy because he was really nice to her and always there for her, she knew he liked her but she never wanted a relationship with anyone because she knew that it wouldn’t end well. And after her mother’s death Sidney and Billy’s relationship went downhill and so did Casey and Stu, Casey dumped Stu for Steven and Stu lied to Tatum saying he left Casey for her and all of that. Randy and Rose stayed friends but had feelings sparking but nobody made a move, they knew the rules as they were both horror fans.

The day it started

When Rose woke up three days before the anniversary of her mothers passing, her and Sidney went to school together and Tatum ran up to them as they were both visibly confused of all the news reporter trucks and police cars outside the front of the school, “You didn’t hear?” Tatum said to the two, “No? What happened” Sidney replied. “Casey Becker and Steve Orth were found killed last night!” Tatum said “What, no way!” Rose replied in shock. “We’re not just talking killed, we’re talking splatter movie killed. Ripped open from end to end..” said Tatum, “Casey sits next to me in English!” Rose exclaimed sadly.. “not anymore.. it’s so sad her mom and dad found her outside hanging from a tree, her insides on the outside..” Tatum said “oh my god!” Sidney said “did they knew who did it?” Rose replied confused rubbing her neck as the trio walked up the stairs, “fucking clueless, I mean they’re interrogating the entire school. Teachers, janitors, students.” Tatum said “Did they think someone from school did it?” Rose replied “They don’t know.. I mean Dewey was saying this was the worse crime they’ve seen in years even worse than… well it’s bad..” Tatum replied she didn’t say Rose and Sidney’s mother’s name and Tatum walked into the school Rose and Sidney staring at her in shock.

In class a student came in and as Rose starred at Casey’s empty seat in English a student handed the teacher a note as she read it she called Roses name “Rose.” The teacher said , “it would appear to be your turn.” Rose got out of her day dream as everyone looked at her and she grabbed her stuff and walked out the classroom.

“Who’s up next.” Principal Henry said to the sheriff and deputy, “Uhh Rose Prescott” Deputy Dewey replied reading the name list, “she was one of the daughters of uh..” the principal said before Dewey cleared his throat and Rose walked in, “Rose, thank you” The principal said to the worker as he grabbed Roses side gently leading her in. “Hi Rose.” The Sheriff said “Sheriff Burke, Dewey.” Rose said looking at the two boys in front of her “Uh that’s Deputy Riley today, Rose.” Dewey replied smiling awkwardly and Rose adjusted herself in her seat, “How is everything” Sheriff said to Rose “good!” Rose swallowed and nodded slowly “And your dad? How’s he doing.” He replied “Were good thanks.” Rose said, “We’re gonna keep this very simple Rose,” principal Henry said “the police just wanna ask ya a few questions, okay Rose?” He added on rubbing Roses chin making her look up at him “mhm.” The sheriff looked at the principal up and down weird but asked “Rose, were ya close to Casey Becker?” The sheriff asked Rose and she shakes her head, “Nope, she hated me because of my mom’s..” Rose stopped speaking and felt her eyes welling up with tears, the sheriff nodded and Dewey wrote it down. “I understand Rose, you’re free to go mkay?” He replied to Rose and she nodded as she grabbed her things and walked out the office.

“All students are encouraged promptly to return to their homes from school grounds avoid strangers, walk in twos and threes and..” The principal said on the announcements, “He asked if I knew Casey.” Sidney said to everyone. “Me too!” Tatum replied “hey did they ask if you liked to hunt?” Stu said and Billy replied “yeah they did.” Tatum looked confused , “hunt? why would they ask if you liked to hunt?” She said confused “because their bodies were gutted.” Randy said lying back and smiling but they couldn’t see, “Thank you Randy.” Billy said sarcastically. “They didn’t ask me if I liked to hunt?” Tatum said “Because there’s no way a girl could’ve killed em.” Stu replied smirking , “That’s so sexist the killer could easily be female, Basic instinct.” Rose replied rolling her eyes at Stu and putting her head on Randy’s chest, “That was an ice pick, not exactly the same thing..” Randy said “Yeah, Casey and Steve were completely hollowed out. The fact is it takes a man to do something like that!” Stu replied and Tatum rolled her eyes, “Or a mans mentality!” Rose replied. “Exactly!” Tatum said giving Stu a look. “How.. do you gut someone?” Sidney said, in a whisper but so loud you could hear it. Everyone went silent and looked at her for a second before Stu spoke, “You take a knife..” and Billy suddenly looked at Stu. “And ya slit em from groin to sternum..” Stu continued on and Rose and Sidney both looked uncomfortable, “Hey, it’s called tact you fuckrag.” Billy replied and Sidney looked at Stu, “Hey Stu, didn’t you used to date Casey?” Sidney said and Stu smiled as Tatum gave Stu a dirty look, “Yeah, for like two seconds!” with a laugh Stu said this, and Randy moved closer to Tatum In a whisper anyone could hear. “Before she dumped him for Steve!” Randy said smiling and Tatum looked at Stu confused, “I thought you dumped her for me!” Tatum said confused. “I did! He’s full of shit!” Stu replied and Rose looked at Stu because she knew he was lying.

Randy grabbed Roses waist and she blushed as he spoke “And are the police aware that ya dated the victim?” Stu and Tatum looked at Randy, “What are ya saying? That I killed her?” Stu said with a bit of a smile. “It would certainly prove your highschool Q!” Randy replied “Stu was with me last night, mkay?” Tatum said moving her head closer to his in a smirk as Stu also smiled, “Yeah I was!” And he winked at Rose. She looked at the couple in a jokingly disgusted face pretending to gag and laughed right after, “was that before or after he sliced and diced?” Randy said and his voice went deeper on the last part and Sidney visibly was uncomfortable shifting in her spot. “Fuck you nutcase! where were you last night?” Tatum said “with Rose! Thank ya!” Randy replied and Rose smiled, “Yeah!” She replied and Tatum laughed “And I wonder what they were doing..” as she gave Rose and Randy a look. “Watching videos, thank you!” Randy and Rose both said as they smiled and blushed, “I didn’t kill anybody..” Stu said and Billy chimed in. “Nobody said you did.” As he gave Stu a look raising his eyebrows, which left Rose suspicious again. “Thanks buddy!” Stu replied, “Besides it takes a man to do something like that!” Randy said in a sassy voice and Rose giggled, Randy hugged her waist tighter. “Yo I’ll gut your ass in a second, kid!” Stu replied laughing. “Tell me something, did you really put her liver in the mailbox? Because I heard her liver was in the mailbox next to her spleen and pancreas!” Randy said in a girl voice and that’s what made Rose and Sidney’s stomach turn in a bad way, Sidney got up and packed everything up. “Randy! You goonfuck I’m trying to eat here!” Tatum said angrily, “She’s getting mad here right? Better live her alone” Stu said laughing and Sidney kissed Billy’s cheek walking off and he was visibly looking at Sidney with hatred and Rose saw it all. She knew something. “Liver alone!” Stu said again laughing harder sticking his tongue out at Billy and Billy hit him in the side making him stop laughing and say “Ow! Liver! Liver! Liver! It was a joke..” Stu said laughing and looking at Tatum and Rose, Randy got up and Rose gave him a kiss on the cheek before he left. Tatum smirked at the two and Stu and Billy looked at Randy with hatred, nobody noticed it. “Bye Rands Bands.” Rose said waving and smiling stupidly, “Cutest couple alert!” Tatum said laughing and Rose blushed hitting her side. Billy and Stu gave each other a look and they both knew there plan for later.