#billy loomis imagines

[chloe-skywalker]

Smarter - Ghostface / Billy & Stu

Billy Loomis x Fem!Reader

Stu Macher x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Murder mentioned?

Word count: 618

Summary: When they're talking about the murder in town Y/n makes a comment that gain’s two boy’s attention.

Authors Note: Not really a romantic mention but they're intrigued by her. First Ever Scream Imagine, it’s short but it’s a start!

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“What do you think Y/n?” Sidney asked looking to her friend that sat in front of her as they all ate lunch around the fountain.

“About what?” Y/n asked having zoned out of their conversation, she turned her attention up to Sidney.

“The murderer in town? Duh.” Tatum teased her friend playfully, rolling her eye’s.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows and asked. “What about them?”

“Why do you think they're doing it?” Sidney was curious even if it brought up feel’s and memories she’d rather forget. Y/n alway’s thought of points and views none of them considered. She looked at it in a different, less gernetic way and it gave them a different perspective.

“Could be mindless killing.” Y/n shrugged thinking about it but even to her the kill’s being mindless killing’s just for the hell of it didn’t seem correct.

“Doubtful. It’s gotta have a motive, otherwise why call first?” Randy shook his head in disagreement as he took a sip of his soda.

“True. Maybe it’s to raise the stakes? Build adrenaline for a better chase.” Y/n tilted her head with a smirk at the corner’s of her lips. The killer called to get their victims into a false sense of security before making them completely terrified for their lives. They were playing with their prey.

“Before WHAM! Spill your guts.” Stu said loudly making Sidney and Tatum jump and Y/n laugh at his usual Stu antics, Billy just shook his head while Randy scoffed.

“It’s all so disgusting.” Sidney shook her head and her face contorted into a very disgusted look.

“Sick.” Tatum fake gagged.

“Could’ve been more creative.” Y/n shrugged her shoulders thinking the killer wasn’t very creative besides the phone call. Even though she had spoken lowly in a almost inaudible volume it caught two of the boy’s complete attention.

“Let’s get to class.” Sidney grabbed her bag, Y/n and Tatum followed suit with Randy on their heels as Billy and Stu stayed behind under the disguise of cleaning up.

“Hear that Billy? More creative.” Stu turned his head towards his best friend and partner in crime.

“Fuck off.” Billy shoved Stu’s shoulder to make him back up a bit. Billy’s attention was still on Y/n as he watched her retreating form. Without even knowing she had guessed correctly about ‘Ghostface’ techniques and it didn’t surprise Billy but it did make the wheels start turning in his mind. Especially when she made the comment about the kill’s not being very creative.

“You think she knows?” Stu questioned in a whisper so others wouldn’t hear their conversation.

“I think she suspect’s.” Billy had noticed Y/n’s eye’s flick to him and to Stu when she answered Tatum’s question. But whether it was from her having a feeling they were behind the murders or just because they were friends Billy didn’t know and it frankly bothered him. Y/n was smarter than the other’s and if anyone would figure it out Billy’s money was on Y/n.

“Does that change the plan?” Stu hoped it didn’t, he rather enjoyed Y/n’s company and he liked that he could make her laugh. She got his humor and she didn’t judge him or view him as just the clown. Stu didn’t want her to be added to the list of who needed to die.

“No. We knew she was smarter than the others. This doesn’t change anything.” Billy didn’t see this as an interference to their original plans. Y/n was not on the kill list but she would be more watched from now on. To make sure she didn’t spoil anything. They had other plans for her . . .

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[justanoasisimagines]

Jealously

Hey my lovelies, back with another jealously headcanon! My requests are open and my request guidelines are pinned to the top of the page! Have a good day! Credit to cafekitsune for the banner and the banner!

❀Billy is possessive over you. He's easily jealous sometimes over the most minute thing. He doesn't want anyone attempting to take you from him.

❀Billy's with you at a party. Everyone's having a good time. You're having a good time, talking with friends. Billy's talking to Stu.

❀Billy's keeping an eye on you, casually flickering towards you making sure you're okay. He notices a guy approaching you, Billy's now on high alert.

❀Billy continues to talk to Stu. However, he's got a watchful eye on you. The man is clearly trying to get your attention. His eyes are roaming your body. Billy understands his intentions.

❀Billy's proud when you push him away. He's enraged when the man doesn't give up. He's proceding with his advances.

❀When Stu noticed and mentions it to Billy, he informs him he's already aware of the situation unfolding. Stu asks him one question; what are you going to do about it?

❀Billy saunters over with Stu following loyally behind him. He greets you with a passionate embrace. His attentions is now on the man.

❀BIlly doesn't hesitate as he threatens him. He;s up close intimidating with an underlying threat. Something sinister in his eyes.

❀The man is now fearful. He gets away from you as quickly as he can. You're now confused by the sudden change of course.

❀Billy looks at Stu, making a note to make sure the man meets his end. The man's days are now numbered.

[zapreportsblog]

↱ whispers of nature ↰

➘ summary : the new girl is the center of everyone’s attention including our darling serial killer billy loomis

➘ billy loomis x reader, scream x reader

The halls of Woodsboro High School buzzed with the familiar energy of students shuffling between classes. Among the crowd, Billy Loomis navigated the chaos with practiced ease. His tall figure and striking looks drew attention wherever he went, but his eyes were drawn to a newcomer who seemed to stand out in the sea of faces.

(Y/N), the new girl at school, had quickly become the subject of whispers and intrigued glances. Unlike most of the students, her style wasn't dictated by trends or peer pressure. Instead, she embraced a unique blend of fairy core fashion, adorned in flowing skirts and floral headbands that seemed to belong to a different era.

Billy, despite being in a seemingly happy relationship with Sidney, found himself stealing glances at (Y/N) when he thought no one was looking. Her carefree attitude and genuine smile were a stark contrast to the facade many wore. And then there were her walks in the nearby woods, often without shoes, as if she sought to be one with the earth itself.

As the days went by, (Y/N)'s presence became a quiet fascination for Billy. He watched as she sat under trees during lunch, lost in a book or simply gazing at the world around her. Her affinity for nature was palpable, and it was a world he had never paid much attention to.

One afternoon, (Y/N) found herself in the library, seeking refuge from the bustle of the school. She browsed the shelves, her fingers trailing over the spines of old books. A soft smile graced her lips as she read titles about herbalism, folklore, and the mysteries of the natural world.

Unbeknownst to her, Billy had followed her into the library, curiosity tugging at his thoughts. He observed her from a distance, his eyes tracing the way she seemed so at ease among the books.

Sidney's voice interrupted his thoughts, and he turned to see his girlfriend approaching. She wrapped her arm around his, her gaze following his line of sight. "Checking out the new girl, huh?"

Billy's cheeks flushed, and he tried to play it off with a casual shrug. "Just curious, you know."

Sidney chuckled, her tone playful. "Well, you're not alone. Everyone seems to be intrigued by (Y/N). She's a breath of fresh air in this place."

Billy's gaze flickered back to (Y/N) who was now engrossed in a book about plant symbolism. He couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to her than met the eye, and a strange yearning tugged at his thoughts.

As the days turned into weeks, (Y/N)'s presence continued to weave its way into Billy's thoughts. He found himself drawn to the woods nearby, curious about the world she seemed to find solace in. The natural beauty around him took on a new meaning, and he couldn't help but wonder if there was something more waiting to be discovered.

In the midst of his introspection, (Y/N) remained a quiet enigma, a reminder that beneath the surface of his seemingly perfect life, there was a yearning for something deeper, something that (Y/N) seemed to embody with every step she took in her fairy core world.

One day after school, as the golden hues of sunset cast a warm glow over the town, Billy found himself at the edge of the woods. He had taken an impulsive decision to follow in (Y/N)'s footsteps and explore the place that seemed to hold a piece of her spirit.

The trees stretched overhead, their leaves whispering secrets in the breeze. He walked deeper into the forest, his steps guided by an inexplicable curiosity. It wasn't long before he spotted (Y/N) sitting against a moss-covered tree, her bare feet digging into the earth.

She looked up as he approached, her eyes crinkling at the corners with a welcoming smile. "Hey, you're Billy, right? From school.”

Billy nodded, suddenly feeling a bit self-conscious. "Yeah, that's me. You're (Y/N), right?"

She nodded, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "That's me. Enjoying the beauty of nature?"

Billy felt a warmth spread through him as he took in the tranquility of the scene. "Yeah, I guess I just wanted to see what it was all about."

(Y/N) patted the ground next to her, inviting him to join her. "Well, you're welcome to sit. Nature has its own way of healing and connecting."

As he settled onto the ground, a sense of calm washed over him. The worries and expectations of his daily life seemed to fade into the background, replaced by the rustling leaves and the soft sounds of the forest.

"I've seen you around school," (Y/N) began, her tone casual yet genuine. "You seem to have a lot on your plate."

Billy chuckled, surprised by her observation. "Yeah, it can get pretty hectic."

She turned to him with a thoughtful expression. "Sometimes it's good to escape, even if it's just for a little while. Nature has a way of grounding us, reminding us of the things that truly matter."

As the conversation flowed between them, Billy found himself opening up in ways he hadn't expected. He talked about the pressures he felt, the expectations he faced, and the yearning for something more genuine in his life. (Y/N) listened attentively, her empathy a soothing balm to his troubled thoughts.

The sun dipped below the horizon, painting the sky with hues of pink and orange. (Y/N) rose to her feet, brushing off the dirt from her skirt. "It's getting late. I should head back."

Billy stood as well, a newfound lightness in his step. "Thanks for letting me join you. It's been... refreshing."

(Y/N) smiled, her gaze holding a depth that resonated with him. "Anytime you need an escape from the chaos, you know where to find me."

As they walked back to the edge of the woods, Billy realized that (Y/N) had awakened something within him—a curiosity for the world beyond the surface, a desire to find his own sense of grounding amidst the chaos.

As the woods echoed with the sounds of their footsteps, he couldn't help but feel that (Y/N)'s presence had brought a touch of magic into his life, a connection to nature's whispers that would forever change his perspective.

[maladaptivebb]

unhinged thought NSFW

need to be covered in blood and fucked from behind rn

[frsnkxie]

Can we get more smut visuals for randy and/or Sidney??

SCREAM 1996 SMUT VISUALS: randy meeks

warnings: nsfw, light bondage, rough sex

riding randy after the halloween party

helping randy calm down in the bathroom

tummy bulge with bde randy

taking it from the back

please baby he just wants to make you feel good

overstimming randy after a long hard day

fingering w randy

he loves watching them bounce

randy bending you over after a long day

oh shit he found the handcuffs

you just know randy eats it gooood

[lanawinterscigarettes]

Bloody Good Fun (Billy Loomis x reader)

Kinkmas Day 4: knife kink + blood play

A/N: here's day four 🔪 (I'm really hoping y'all appreciate the title's word play lolol)

Warnings: SMUT, gender neutral reader, mention of a safeword being established beforehand (it's never used), some consumption of reader's blood by Billy (because he's gross), bottom reader, top Billy, reader's a tease, Billy accidentally finishes early

"You'll be careful, right?"

Billy looked up at you from his position at the foot of the bed, giving his knife collection a good once over while deciding which one he was going to use for that night's fun.

"Of course. I won't purposely knick any arteries, if that's what you're asking," he said playfully.

"Billy, I'm serious." You brought your knees up to your chest, your arms going to wrap around your legs. "I don't want to end up getting hurt or anything like that."

"If you didn't want to get hurt, you wouldn't have asked me for this." He finally chose a knife, running his finger along the blade as he admired it.

"You know what I mean."

Upon hearing the apprehension in your voice, he dropped the knife and made his way over to you. "Hey. Look at me," he gently commanded, placing his finger under your chin.

You tilted your head up at him, and saw that any playfulness that was once in his eyes were now gone, replaced instead with genuine concern.

"It at any time you want to stop, just let me know, and we will. Okay? We have a safeword for a reason. I won't do anything you're uncomfortable with, I promise."

You nodded your head to show you understood, feeling safer already. As much as you loved Billy, and trusted him, you'd seen first hand how terrifyingly cold and heartless his gaze could become at the snap of a finger. His promise to put your safety above his own pleasure meant a lot coming from him, and you both knew it.

"Okay. I trust you," you told him.

"Good," he said, picking the knife back up again and loosely holding it against your throat.

Your eyes widened, not in fear, but in lust.

Chuckling at your reaction, Billy decided to test the waters by taking it a step further.

You felt as the cold blade of the knife traveled down your neck to your collarbone, giving it the slightest nick. The gasp you let out brought a smile to his face as he admired the crimson color on your otherwise untarnished skin.

He brought the knife up to his lips, swiping his tongue along the now slightly bloody blade. "Mmh. Better than corn syrup, for sure."

Any other situation you would have let out a small giggle, but now just didn't seem the time for it.

He pulled you in for a kiss while continuing to trail the knife along your upper chest. You could just barely hear him unbuckle his belt over your own heartbeat, which was full of adrenaline.

Your pants had been long gone before he even brought the knives out, and you'd been prepped beforehand, so he had no trouble pushing in (he still went slowly, just in case).

You gasped at the sensation of feeling him enter you, knowing his slow pace wouldn't last long. And you were right.

He smirked at the many noises you made, some of them from him and some of them caused by the knife. He made a few more cuts along your collarbone, not deep enough to cause any damage but still enough to draw blood.

Even though he'd only just started, you could tell he was already close by the way he set the knife to the side and his hands gripped the headboard.

"Close already?" You teased, to which he growled in return.

"Shut up," he hissed, right before cumming only moments later.

He glared at you while you smirked back, watching as he clean off his knife with a rag.

"That was fun, but next time try not to finish before you've even started."

The end feel a tad bit anticlimactic but I was honestly too tired to add any more

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Ghostface Masterlist

Poly!Ghostface 

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[cherubfae]

𝔧𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔶, 𝔧𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔲𝔰𝔶 || {𝔳𝔞𝔯𝔦𝔬𝔲𝔰 𝔰𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰}

With Michael, Brahms, Jason, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Vincent Sinclair, Bo Sinclair, Lester Sinclair, Thomas Sawyer, Sal Fisher, & Patrick Bateman

tags: gn!reader, jealousy, creepy men, unwanted attention/touching, uggestive and mature themes, gore/blood, violence, canon typical behavior, billy x reader x stu poly, rob zombie!mikey, I know Sal isn't exactly a slasher but he's my baby and needs to be included

Michael

Rest in Peace to the poor, stupid man who thought it'd be a good idea to mess with the Shape's partner, and Michael had witnessed it all. How this man shoves you into an empty alleyway, the clatter of your groceries falling. The guy doesn't get much more than a few bruises and claw marks when Michael's knife slices through the back of the man's throat, protruding from the other end in a splash of blood. The Shape watches you wipe your bloody face off, not doing much but picking up three of your four fallen bags and tugging you into his side.

Brahms

Absolutely not. Brahms is fuckin' seething from his safe space sheltered behind the walls. Heavy breathing muffled by the porcelain mask, he watches with wild eyes as some idiot decides to break into the mansion whilst you were sleeping, and proceeds to hold you at knifepoint, effectively pinning you to the bed in what little nightclothes you wore. The unwanted guest and you are certainly going to know when Brahms is upset. There's banging on the walls coming from every direction that leaves the would-be burglar panicked and you slightly more comfortable.

"You're not allowed to be here," comes the eerily childlike voice Brahms has perfected. He crawls his way out from behind the large antique mirror. "I'll make sure you never come near them again." With a sudden slam, Brahms downs the intruder with a lead pipe repeatedly bashing the object until all that remains was brain matter and gooey blood. He drops the pipe with a huff and collects you into his arms, the cool porcelain biting onto the heat of your chest.

Jason

As the protector of the surrounding forest, Jason is always watching. He's omnipotent, he sees all. He seems to know where people are at all times and he can sense when you're in distress. Your shared cabin door left ajar sends his blood boiling and his heavy footfall increasing as he approaches your home. Barging in, Jason's pale eyes lock onto you and your assailant holding you by the throat. His thunderous steps are quick, slicing through the man with his machete and proceeds to lift him up while still pierced with the blade. The man gurgles, arms weakly reaching behind him in attempts to claw at Jason. All attempts were futile. He tossed the body to the side before he gently frets over you, his large hands soothing the fingerprints tarnishing your throat.

Billy & Stu

Rather snake-like the two will wrap themselves around you (they adore your personal space) and stare down whoever else demands your attention. Billy's arm hooks around your waist and Stu wraps himself around your shoulder, tilting your chin up with a single finger. "Is this guy bothering you, baby?" Looking like a shark that's tasted blood in the water, Billy's eyes grow more wild. He's already making a mental note of who and where this guy lives. The guy raised his hands in defense backing down the more the two stared at him, walking off completely.

"We're gonna take care of him, doll," Billy promises, kissing your cheek. Stu cackles lightly, tongue sticking out. They would strike tonight.

Vincent

There's no one Vincent trusts more to watch over you when he can't than his own two brothers. He had his hands full, turning Dalton and Wade into wax people. Nick and Carly were proving to be hard to get a hold of and there was still another tourist that needed to be taken care of.

But then Bo is telling him that the person escaped and he doesn't know where you were. His two worst fears confirmed. Vincent is soon on a wild hunt, trying to find you anywhere with Bo hot on his heels. He soon locates you, passed out with a bit of blood on your head. Your eyes slowly open as he touches your cheek, catching you as you wobble into his warm embrace. He shares a look with Bo who nods.

"I've got you, brother. Keep them here with ya. Wait til I'm back, ya hear?"

Bo

Out in public, he's all cordial and kind smiles. Especially if this is an intended victim. Some random person putting the moves on his partner is a huge no-no and one Bo doesn't take lightly. That person just warranted themselves a for sure death sentence and Bo isn't feeling too kind, so perhaps he'll drag things out, yeah? Touch what's his and you got what's comin' to ya.

"Can I see, baby? That bastard leave any marks on ya?" Bo strokes your shoulders, blue eyes drifting over your frame like water. He has every intention of marking every place that person touched, no matter if you tell Bo the guy only grabbed your arm. Once he has his mind set on something, he's gonna do it.

Lester

Unlike his older twin brothers, Lester is actually pretty chill. Especially in comparison to Bo. He doesn't think much of the people he's helping get into Ambrose knowing full well it's their final destination and Vincent and Bo will take care of things as they always have. What he doesn't like is some dude making a pass at you right in front of him. Can't he see the engagement ring on your finger? It leaves a sour taste in his mouth, watching with narrowed eyes as the small group heads towards the mechanic shop in search of a fan belt.

A familiar hand on his arm calms him down instantly. He turns to you and musters a weak smile as your hands slide around his torso from behind, leaning your cheek on his shoulder. "Y'alright?" Lester nods too quickly and unconvincingly, giving you a quick kiss. "Yeah, darl', always."

Thomas

Your partner is not unlike a bear, watching with wild eyes as one of Hoyt's new catches clasps onto you, their nails digging into your arms, and pinning you to the barbed fence. The cry of pain you let out has Tommy barreling towards you, chainsaw revving to life. A deep snarl echoes behind his mask and he wastes no time cutting down the poor soul with a single swipe of his motorized saw. Tommy turns it off and picks you up in his large arms as gently as he can. With his masked cheek leaning against yours, he carries you back towards the house. Mama Luda Mae will take a good look at you.

Sal Fisher

Honestly Sal isn't one to get jealous. He's pretty level-headed and understanding in most situations. He respects your choices and he's not gonna step on any toes or do anything drastic; Sal isn't a monster. However, if he sees some guy make a creepy pass at you and clearly overstep your boundaries, he won't hesitate to swoop in, looping his arm around your shoulders. His sharp blue eyes staring at the man from behind his prosthetic mask.

"Do we have a problem here?" His voice is cold, lacking any interest in what excuse the man finds. Sal's main focus will be on you, rubbing gentle, soothing circles into your skin. His main priority is to get you away from this sicko and would totally call in reinforcements from his brother Larry if need be.

Patrick

A jealous Patrick Bateman isn't a good scenario for anyone. Especially not with his deteriorating mental state. He trusts you explicitly, with his thoughts, ideas, and recreational hobbies that most would find distasteful. So when a colleague of his gets too big for his britches and unabashedly begins to flirt with you in his presence, Patrick finds it difficult to keep his boiling bloodlust at bay. The heat of his anger is getting to his head, the fierce emotions only swelling well it's clear how uncomfortable you look in that man's company. He must see to put an end to him quickly.

"Are you alright, my darling? That man surely didn't know his place, did he?" Patrick places a hand at your back, guiding you out of the office party. "Let's get you home and into a nice hot bath, hmm? I'd rather not taste that swine on your lovely skin."

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Beautiful Liar

After you boyfriend Randy is tragically murdered, Billy is determined to be the shoulder you cry on.

A/N: Been sitting on this idea for a while. Please read the tags, and minors DNI!

Word count: 3.6K

Tags: SMUT / DUB-CON / Dacryphilia / Manipulation / Grief / Unprotected sex / Creampies / Loss of virginity / Corruption kink / Gaslighting / Misogyny / Reader has a vagina / Fingering

Randy Meeks was dead, and there was no way to change that.  

He’d been murdered, brutally; his body in tatters, bloody mess left on the stockroom floor of the video store he’d worked at. Police had said it was a homicide, just another in a series of attacks by the infamous masked ‘Ghostface’ killer that had been running around Woodsboro. The whole town, your friend group included, had been speculating the person – or people’s - identity, wondering if they were male or female, old or young, insider or outsider...either way, the sole question was why. Why Woodsboro? Why now? Why your friends?  

The simple answer – in Randy’s case at least – was that you were living in a classic horror movie, in which none of you would get out of alive unless you followed the rules, (which was the sole reason why you hadn’t slept with him during your relationship) but that particular answer was far from satisfying to you. First Sidney’s mother had disappeared, next was Casey and her boyfriend, soon followed by Sidney’s father, Tatum, Randy and Sidney herself, leaving only you to remain. You were, as Randy would dub it, ‘the final girl’. 

And you hated it. Randy painted these women as strong, brave, heroic, even, but you were far from it; instead worn down and shattered by the massacre of those closest to you over the past six months. There was a reason that the term was only reserved for the movies; it was too difficult, maybe even downright impossible to be able to fight back in real life, especially when it had happened so constantly and so close to home. There were few words you had to speak anymore, and when you did you found that they were only able to materialise around Billy Loomis. 

Billy, and his friend Stu Macher were the only of those that remained. Randy would’ve chalked it down to it being intentional, but the only pattern you could see was that they were killing ‘boy-girl-boy-girl’, which meant either of the two could’ve been next. 

So, imagine your shock – and horror – when Stu had gone missing, leaving nothing but a bloodied shoe in his wake. It was the only death of your friends that you hadn’t been to; no morgue visits or ceremonies, with Billy choosing to spend the day with you after he claimed that the Macher’s had just wanted family at his funeral. You would’ve been hurt, but considering you’d spent the past few months feeling like a curse, you were rather happy to keep your distance. 

“Thanks for staying with me…” you sighed, rubbing your red eyes. You’d been crying over Randy again, and although Billy wasn’t someone who liked dealing with emotions, he’d been a shoulder to cry on – literally – his silence giving you space to vent. “I’m sorry, I’m such a mess…” 

“I think you’re taking this too hard,” he said simply, watching you intently as you tried to compose yourself. “None of this is your fault. There are psychos everywhere.” 

“Yeah, but why us? How am I still here?” you gasped, the question blatantly rhetorical.  

“Luck. And skill. You’ve been in the right place at the right time,” he sniffed. “Maybe the killer doesn’t want you dead...” 

“Oh, that’s comforting.” You scoffed, dabbing at your nose with a tissue. He didn’t reply, but he tapped his finger impatiently along the edge of the sofa as his eyes roamed your body.  

You used to be such a sweet little thing; always dolled up in your signature clothes and makeup, but now you were timid, a recluse, even, walking around in Randy’s old shirts and running on two hours of sleep (if that). He couldn’t argue – solely because he’d been the one to cause this - but in time he’d get you back to the way you were. In fact, he might’ve even enjoyed this broken version of you even more; with swollen lips, a melancholy glow, and a psyche that was desperate for affection that only your former boyfriend could’ve given to you. 

Killing Randy had been exhilarating. It’d been all too easy, the boy practically boasted about his job (and therefore his schedule), and then it had been down to hiding in the stock room on his late shift, only to lunge at him from the shadows, pointed blade digging in and ravaging his pale flesh, all the while he screamed – even cried – your name. That was your knight in shining armour, a guy who’d failed to follow the rules he swore to live by. Pathetic. 

He’d shown him his face right before he died, remembering the way his eyes, though dull and rubber like a fish, had seemingly shone with recognition. He’d put the pieces together, simply far too late. 

“Don’t worry, Randy,” he’d said. “I’ll take good care of your little girlfriend.” 

Even in his moribund state, the nerd had known what he’d meant, his eyes flickering with worry just as the life had snapped out of him, the whole situation comically cinematic. All that was next was to kill Sidney, the girl that Randy adored before you’d even transferred to Woodsboro. It was simple; Sidney was collateral, and you were a spoil of war. And there was no one left to save you. 

“I think you should go outside,” Billy said bluntly. “Being inside all day isn’t good for your head.” 

You sighed and wiped your face, glancing around your living room. Truthfully, you couldn’t remember the last time you’d opened the curtains; much less when was the last time you’d gotten off the couch. The television was always on, and you’d done nothing but aimlessly flick through the channels, both avoiding yet drawing yourself to the news, hoping there’d be an update on the killer. It struck you as odd that it had all gone silent. 

“Like...Where?” you said incredulously, and Billy resisted the urge to sigh. 

“We could go to the movies,” he suggested. “It’ll be on me. I’ll even let you watch those terrible romance ones with the sappy endings.” 

You seemed to perk up at this, glancing over at the time on the clock across the room. It was 6:15, and if you showered quick enough (and found some clean, unwrinkled clothes) you could make it to a random seven o’clock screening. It was kind enough that Billy was here with you, but offering to take you to a romance film took selfishness out of the question – he was a true friend, treating you in the same way he had Sidney.

You, like many others, had joked about how perfect he was, often wishing that Randy had been the same way. He’d been nice, without a doubt, but sometimes he was erratic and clingy (some would say annoying), whereas Billy was far more level-headed and relaxed, evident through his constant support. It was time for you to smile, even if it would be temporary. 

“Okay...” You whispered with a weak smile, standing to your feet. “Give me a minute, I’m just gonna freshen up.”   

Billy’s deep brown eyes followed your figure as you walked past him and disappeared up the stairs. Sitting for a moment, he stared at the blaring screen of the television before shutting it off. Considering your state, he’d been surprised that it had been that easy, but apparently all it took for a girl to come around was the promise of a free outing and cliche love stories. The silence was telling – your parents weren’t around – and he pondered your reaction to his arrival in your bedroom...for company, of course. 

Pushing himself up from the couch, he followed you, his shoes barely making a noise as he made his way up the steps before stopping at your bedroom door, being a gentleman and taking his shoes off before he entered. A crack of light from the doorway of the bathroom told him that it was occupied, and so he took it as a signal to enter your threshold, wasting no time in rummaging through your drawers.  

He ran his lithe fingers over the outlines of your bra, following the soft cotton and curved shape as he imagined holding your tits in his hands, groping and tugging on them as you rode his cock, screaming and moaning his name so loudly that you forgot all about your idiot boyfriend.

It was the same with your panties, except he wanted to cut them off you, to watch as your legs trembled from trying to avoid the blade; only to get nipped, ruby rivulets trickling down your thighs. He’d rub it, smear the substance across your skin as he tried to soothe you, your fluids coating his skin and fingernails, only to been mixed with the translucent l cream of your orgasm – over and over and over again.  

Sitting down on the edge of your bed, he waited for you to come in, raising his brows at your squeal upon seeing him. You were only in a dressing gown, with your bra peeking out of the sides of the fluffy material. If he wasn’t already hard, he certainly was now. 

“Billy!” You gasped. “I told you to wait downstairs!” 

“I got bored,” he shrugged. “I wanted to see more of you.” 

You gave him a pointed look as you scraped your earrings off the dresser, clipping them on as you paced around the room in search of an outfit.  

“You know me,” you chuckled. “We’ve been friends for a year.” 

“Yeah, but do you ever really know someone?” He said softly, his gaze locked on your own as he cocked his head, blinking slowly at your confused expression. There was something unsettling about his tone, and you couldn’t help but think back to one of Randy’s many pained rants: “Never trust anyone. Everyone’s a suspect, even the love interest!” Did he know something you didn’t, or was he just being his typical, elusive self?

“I mean, come on now, Y/N. Look around. There’s no one left…just us. I think it’s time we got to know each-other.” 

Pulling on some pants under your gown, you frowned. 

“What’re you saying?” 

“We should be closer than we are,” he said softly, reaching out a hand to fiddle with the strap of your gown leisurely, his eye contact fleeting, but coy. “How else are we going to get through this?” 

Your eyes widened, and you gave Billy a once over as you contemplated the implications of his words. He’d never really been that much of the touchy type up until now, and it couldn’t be coincidental that all of a sudden he’d become so close to you. Perhaps it was the stress; the trauma of losing his friends that made him feel like he needed to fill the void. Or maybe it was genuine, that he wanted to stick through this real-life tragedy with you. Why else would he stay the long nights and weekends, watching TV with you or offering you his snacks?  

“Y-You’re a good friend,” you stammered. “Really. But I just don’t know if I can let anyone close to me anymore. What if you get killed!?” You choked, and Billy pulled you to the side of him, pressing your head into the crook of his neck as you sobbed. Tracing small circles on your back, he let you fix yourself before he pulled away, staring into your eyes as he spoke. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” he said softly. “I promise. And you know why?” 

You shook your head. 

“I spoke to Randy a few days before he died. He was  paranoid – you know how he was – I guess you could say that he had a sense he was going to die…” Billy paused, eyes flickering with recognition before he swallowed and continued. “…He said that if anything were to happen to him, that I should be the one to take care of you. He knew how close you were with Sidney, and she’d have wanted the same.” 

Shakily, your lips parted as you took a breath. Sidney, like many others, had always gushed about how sweet Billy was – particularly how patient he’d been when it’d come to having sex. It would only be logical for them to say that, given the fact that Stu was the only other candidate. No one else would’ve stuck beside you, putting up with your weeks of moping and incessant crying. It was only right that you started giving him some thanks. After all, he was all you had left. 

“O-okay,” you smiled softly before wrinkling your nose. You were so close to Billy that strands of his hair was grazing against your face, and you could smell the faint scent of his cologne – icy, yet comforting. “I’m sorry,” you sighed. “I guess I got so wrapped up in thinking about Randy that I haven’t really been grateful to you. Come on, let’s go out —“ 

“This isn’t about the movies.” Billy interjected, his brows slightly  wrinkled. “This is about you. You’re a girl, and you have needs.”  

You froze, always worried it would come to this.  

“I can’t let you do that,” you said affirmatively. “You were with Sidney, she was my friend —“ 

“She’s gone now,” he said, zero inklings of emotion detected within his voice. “Just like Randy’s gone. I have needs too, you know. You’re not really being a good friend by ignoring them.” 

“Billy…” 

“You mean a lot to me,” he continued, placing a hand on your thigh, rubbing it in a slow but enticing manner. “I think about you a lot. I want to do more to help you…but you’re not letting me.” 

You knew it was wrong to go there, but part of you knew that he had a point. There was no use in festering in misery; Randy, Sidney and the rest of your friends were gone for good, and there was ultimately nothing that would change that. All you could do was focus on what you had now, and that was Billy; patient, willing, and ready to carry out the wishes of your deceased friends. You just had to let him in. 

Silently, you nodded, and he took that as confirmation to kiss you. His lips were warm and wanting, but certainly felt unfamiliar, and you found that it took you a while to find a suitable rhythm. Billy wasted no time in pushing you back onto the bed, kissing down your neck as he straddled you, the faint outline of his hardening cock brushing against your covered leg. His hands lingered on the tie of your robe, glancing down at it with a smirk before pulling it undone, exposing your semi-nude torso to the cool air of the bedroom. 

Your heart leapt out of your chest; not because what you were doing was taboo, but because you’d never done it before. You were about to lose your virginity to your dead friend’s boyfriend – something that your cloudy mind couldn’t comprehend.  

“You’re beautiful,” he whispered, leaving love bits on your chest as his fingers slipped under your bra and pinching and rubbing at the surrounding skin and sensitive nipples. “Randy didn’t know what he had…” 

Letting out a moan, you allowed yourself to be consumed by him, pushing off his open button-up so that he was left in his white shirt. He didn’t look much, but his arms were surprisingly muscular, and you found yourself tracing along the outlines of his skin, inadvertently pulling him closer.  

Billy pulled away, a smirk visible on his face as he unzipped his pants, sliding his trousers to his ankles before readjusting himself on the bed. Taking your hand, he guided you off the bed and brought you to your feet. 

“Strip for me,” he lulled, watching you intently for a reaction. “I want to see how pretty you are…” 

Nervously, you peeled the robe off your body, dropping it to the floor at the edge of your bed before undoing your pants, all under the watchful, jaded eyes of Billy Loomis. As cliched as it sounded, you felt like a bride on her wedding night, nerves released by Billy’s soothing coos and gentle touch. He patted the bed – yours, which you seemed to forget – and you laid down, taking laboured breaths as his brown locks disappeared between your thighs, skin breaking into goosebumps as he slid your panties down your legs. 

“You’re wet...” he hummed, placing his index and middle together before rubbing your hood in small, deliberate circles. “I think you wanted me more than you let on.” 

“B-Billy...” you gasped, shutting your eyes at the pleasurable sensation. “I-I’ve never...” 

“Shh, I know, I know...” he whispered, his touch becoming rougher as he prodded and spread your lips apart, admiring your insides like some sort of fucked-up doctor. “ ‘M gonna make you feel good, but you need a little practise first...” 

Billy began to finger you, withdrawing his digits every so often to admire the way the slickness of your arousal coated his skin, glossy and translucent, the feeling second only to the blood of his victims on his skin. As he curled his fingers within you, he found that you began to shake and clench; your orgasm abruptly evident.

As much as he wanted to indulge in it, he wanted to savour you – and so pulled his fingers out, earning a breathy whine from you. Hastily, he lowered his boxers, his erect cock jutting out like a weapon as he stalked you, pushing your body deep into the pillows as he straddled you. 

“D-Do you have protection...?” you whispered meekly, and Billy could’ve came right there and then at the sight of you, lips parted and begging to be kissed as you gazed at him through your lashes.  

“No...” he replied, watching the fear wash over your face. “But it’s ok. I was safe with Sidney, and you’ve never had sex, right? That means you’re good.” 

Biting your lip, you debated protesting, but found it wasn't worth it. You wanted him – needed this – and you were already sinning by fucking your dead friends’ boyfriend. What did unprotected sex have on that? 

“You’re right,” you said with a small smile, puffing your cheeks as you prepared for him to enter you. “Be gentle...” 

“I wouldn’t dream of hurting you,” he said firmly, eyes unblinking as he adjusted himself at your entrance, the edge of his cock grazing against your folds. “We’re in this together, remember?” 

You knew he meant it when he kissed you upon his penetration, his lips swallowing your whine as he entered you. He wasn’t by any means a stallion – simply averaged sized – but he filled you almost instantly, a dull ache forming around your walls as he began to thrust his hips up into you. If this was what sex was like; rhythmic, passionate, if not a little sharp-edged, then you were partially sad that you hadn’t got to experience it with Randy...the remaining deeply selfish part of you glad that it was with Billy. 

He seemed to know every part of you, where to kiss, where to rub, where to hold – when to slow down and when to quicken, all adorned with his sweet nothings that he spoke into your neck, ever so occasionally peering up at you through his lashes, his exact thoughts elusive to you. He cared, right? Why else would he hold you so close to him, kiss your collarbone, rub and soothe your thighs as he rolled his hips deeper, your pelvises slapping against each other in the heat of the moment? 

“You’re so tight,” he moaned as your lips gripped his bare shaft. “So good to me...Taking me so well...” 

You whined, the sound getting lost under the slight creaking of the bed and the rustle of your bedsheets, tightening your arms around his neck as you drew him closer into you and running a hand through his hair. Billy was thankful, thankful that you couldn’t see his shit-eating smirk from this position onto of you, but much more for Randy; as if he hadn’t had been such a paranoid nerd, he wouldn’t have had the opportunity to imprint himself on you forever. 

His strokes were deep and fulfilling, the head of his cock beginning to buck up into your g-spot, pleasure made more overwhelming as he reached down again to rub at your clit. It was dark, somewhat twisted, but it was perfect; and you could actually feel your anxieties disappear entirely. Who was Randy? Had you ever really loved him? 

Even amongst your white haze as you got closer to the heat of your orgasm, you were able to make out the sound of a lock opening. Your eyes shot open, trying to piece together footsteps and visible signs of entry – Billy had been the only one to come in, perhaps he’d forgotten to lock the door? Or maybe it was your parents, home early from their outing? Worse, maybe it was the killer, dead on arrival like the Grim Reaper as soon as you’d gone against the rules and had sex. 

“Billy —“ you gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as his cock hit your sensitive spot. “The door…I-I think someone’s here…” 

“Shh, you’re okay…” he murmured into your ear. “I didn’t hear anything…” 

A plunging, shaking feeling consumed you as you came, half-lidded eyes making out the shape of a gloved hand and knife creeping from behind the door. Instinctively, you opened your mouth to scream, but nothing came from it. All you could do was lie there, throat parched and the air knocked out of your lungs as you watched the figure enter the room; not hooded, masked or even bloody – but taking the shape and form of a tall, lanky boy with blonde hair. 

Stu was alive, and Billy had lied to you. 

[loveandmurders]

Just imagine Billy flirting with you whenever you're at the same party and Stu always sitting next to you in class, even though you don't bother answering either of them.

The boys can't explain it but they feel you are special. They want to know more about you, to discover you and your secrets.

You, on the other hand, you are not interested in them - or in anyone - because you're a killer and you don't want people to find out what kind of monster you truly are.

Imagine you enjoy to lurke in the shadows when you hear that Ghostface strike again. You like their style and you enjoy how messy the crime scenes are. Sometimes, you even find your own prey near by.

But that one night you catch Billy removing his Ghostface mask. You think he was just a disturbed guy trying to scare off the neighborhood. The next day, you notice Stu is hurt like the news reported Ghostface to be.

So, of course, you decide to follow the two of them to make sure they actually are the killers wandering in town. You are good at hiding in the shadows, and soon enough you discover their secrets.

Imagine becoming interested in them after that because they might finally be people able to understand you. So you start to flirt back with Billy and you start to tease Stu and chat around with them both.

They enjoy the attention and soon enough you become a thing, even if it isn't anything official because it would draw too much attention on the three of you.

Imagine you decide to fuck with them and you start to dress as Ghostface to kill your own victims. The police doesn't understand what is going on as you are killing people who aren't related to Sidney in any way.

Billy and Stu are absolutely losing it as well. In a way, you are helping them but at the same time you are messing up with their plans. You are finding it very funny.

At some point, they decide to put the murders aside to discover who is toying with them like that. But, fuck you're good at hiding and how could they suspect their cute baby girl?

The night they catch you, the three of you in your Ghostface costumes, you're quick to remove your mask before they could hurt you.

"Oh come on, guys, no need to be mad. I was just playing around with the two of you" you pouted

Billy doesn't know if he wants to fuck you or to kill you. Stu perfectly knows he wants to eat you out.

[janitorhutcherson]

my type if you care

[justanoasisimagines]

Blurb #1

Hey lovelies requests are open! My request guidelines are pinned to the top of my page! Credit to cafekitsune for the divider and banner

Billy admired the beauty standing across from him. She was breathtaking. Billy smoothed out his hair as he walked over to you with confidence in his stides.

"Hey there beautiful, you look lost." Your eyes snapped up. You greeted him with a smile.

"I'm trying to find the coffee shop?" Billy pointed you in the direction and you thanked him. However, Billy couldn't find it in his heart to let you go so quickly.

"Wait, I could come with you, to show you where it is. I'm Billy by the way." You replied with your name as you agreed to allow him to direct you.

"So are you new in town."

"Yeah, my Dad moved for work. I like it so far it's quiet and everyone appears to be friendly enough."

When the two of you arrived at the coffee shop. Billy felt compelled to stick around you. He couldn't pinpoint why, but there was something about you.

"Since you're new to town. Perhaps we could grab a coffee and I could show you around if you wanted."

"Yeah, that sounds cool."

Billy and you proceeded to walk around for hours. Bonding and getting to know each other. Moving to a new place was extremely overwhelming, but after meeting Billy, it felt good. Billy was so warm and welcoming.

Billy smiled at you. You were breathtaking and kind. There was something about you. Billy intended to get to know you and spend more time with you. He desperately hoped your schedules lined up so he could find an excuse.

[zapreportsblog]

↱ stop toying with her ↰

➘ summary : billy and Stu are toying with Sidney so much she runs off and escapes, right into the arms of the third ghostface

➘ a/n : such a misleading title but oh well, this was inspire my this post by @dominantslasherking ooh and I’ll be writing a fem version of this too

➘ poly ghostface x male reader, stu marcher x male reader x billy loomis, ghostface x male reader, slashers x reader

Stu and Billy stood in the dimly lit kitchen, their eyes locked on Sidney, who was backed into a corner. The tension in the room was palpable as they prepared to reveal their true identities and the reasons behind their terrifying actions.

Sidney's heart raced, her mind filled with a mix of fear and confusion. She had known Stu and Billy for years, but she never could have imagined that they were capable of such horrors. She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself as she demanded answers.

"Why? Why are you doing this?" Sidney asked, her voice trembling.

Stu smirked, his eyes glinting with a twisted excitement. "Isn't it obvious, Sidney? We did it for the thrill, the power. We wanted to be remembered."

Billy's cold gaze shifted towards Sidney, his voice calm yet filled with a chilling certainty. "We're Ghostface, Sidney. The ones behind the mask. The orchestrators of this deadly game."

Sidney's eyes widened in disbelief. She had heard of the Ghostface killer, the terrifying figure responsible for a string of brutal murders that had plagued their small town. But to hear that it was Stu and Billy, her friends, was beyond comprehension.

Stu continued, a sadistic grin spreading across his face. "You see, Sidney, we were tired of being nobodies. We wanted to be at the center of attention, to become legends. What better way to achieve that than by being the ones who terrorize our own town?"

Billy nodded in agreement, his eyes burning with a twisted sense of purpose. "We meticulously planned every murder, every scare, every torment. We wanted to make sure we left a lasting mark on Woodsboro, and on you, Sidney."

Sidney's mind raced, trying to process the enormity of what she was hearing. "But why me? Why target me specifically?"

Stu's eyes narrowed, his tone filled with a mix of mockery and resentment. "Oh, Sidney, you were simply the perfect choice. The final girl, the one who always survives. We wanted to test your strength, break you down, and make you realize that no one is truly safe."

Billy stepped forward, his voice dripping with malice. "We wanted to see the fear in your eyes, Sidney. To witness your vulnerability and watch as you fought for your life. It was all part of the sick game we created."

Sidney's anger began to replace her fear. "You're sick, both of you! How could you betray our friendship like this?"

Stu chuckled, his voice tinged with a hint of madness. "Friendship? Oh, Sidney, friendship is just a tool, a means to an end. In the end, it's all about power, control, and the thrill of the chase."

Billy stepped closer, his eyes locked on Sidney's. "We wanted to see if we could outsmart you, to prove that even the strongest can be broken. And now, Sidney, it's your turn to play our game."

As Sidney stumbled back, her heart pounding in her chest, she quickly turned and rushed away from Stu and Billy. Panic consumed her as she desperately tried to find an escape route, her mind racing with fear and disbelief.

As she turned a corner, Sidney collided with a strong, sturdy figure. She looked up, her eyes filled with tears, and found herself falling into the arms of a big, husky man. He held her firmly, providing a sense of security that she desperately needed in that moment.

"They're the killers! We have to leave, now!" Sidney pleaded, her voice trembling with fear.

But to her surprise, the man just stood there, his expression impassive and unmoving. Sidney's heart sank as she wondered why he wasn't reacting, why he wasn't helping her. Was he in shock? Did he not understand the gravity of the situation?

Before she could fully process her disappointment, Stu and Billy appeared around the corner, their smirks widening at the sight of Sidney being held in place by the mysterious man. Stu's voice dripped with sadistic delight as he called out to the man.

"Babe, grab her for me," Stu whined, his tone filled with a sickening mix of entitlement and cruelty.

Sidney's eyes widened in horror as she realized the truth. The man she had hoped would help her was working with Stu and Billy. Her cries turned to sobs as she struggled against his grip, feeling betrayed and helpless.

"(M/n), please, don't do this! Help me!" Sidney pleaded, tears streaming down her face.

But the man, known as (M/n), remained silent, his grip tightening around her. Sidney's heart shattered as she realized that she was alone in this battle for survival. She had put her trust in the wrong person, and now she would pay the price.

As Stu and Billy closed in, their smiles twisted with sadistic pleasure, Sidney's determination resurfaced. She refused to let them break her spirit. With a surge of strength, she fought against (M/n)’s hold, desperately searching for a way to escape.

"Why are you doing this?" Sidney's voice trembled, muffled by the fabric of (m/n)'s shirt. Her heart pounded in her chest, and her breaths came in short, uneven bursts.

“It’s always that fucking question!” Billy groans out as he and Stu stood a few distances away.

(m/n)'s grip tightened slightly, his fingers gently stroking her back as he whispered, "Because I understand what it's like, Sidney. To feel like you're drowning in your own thoughts, your own darkness."

(m/n)'s gaze held a mixture of empathy and vulnerability. "But, for the first time, I've found someone who doesn't recoil from my own struggles, my own demons. Someone who doesn't see me as a broken puzzle that needs to be fixed or a problem that needs to be solved."

Billy brows furrowed, "You’re not broken, (m/n). You're not a problem."

A soft, sad smile tugged at (m/n)'s lips. "See Sidney,” he says glancing downward at the smaller female, “That's exactly what I've always wished someone would say to me. You see beyond the surface, beyond the facade I've carefully built. They accept me for who I am, even the parts I've kept hidden away."

Sidney's voice quivered as she pleaded, her eyes wide with desperation, "Please, (m/n), just let me go. I promise that I won’t tell anyone it was you!”

(m/n) held onto her tightly, his expression resolute as he shook his head. "No, Sidney. There's no use in running. We have to end this movie now."

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she struggled against his grip, her voice cracking, "I can't. Pleasure, I'm scared, (m/n). I can't do it. Please don’t do this, I know you’re a good guy!”

His grip on her didn't waver, his eyes holding a mixture of sympathy and determination. "I know you're scared, Sidney. But running won't change anything. The movie's over now. The main character has to die to protect the killer's secret."

Sidney's gaze locked onto his, confusion etched on her face. "What are you talking about?"

(m/n) let out a deep sigh, his fingers gently wiping away her tears. "I mean, we can't outrun our problems, Sidney. Just like in the movies, sometimes the hero has to make a sacrifice to ensure that the truth remains hidden."

Her breath hitched, realization dawning upon her. "You're going to kill me?”

(m/n) nodded solemnly. "Exactly. Now listen, don’t let fear control you. You have to stand up to it, face it head-on, and accept that this is where and how you die.”

As Sidney absorbed his words, she felt a mixture of fear and determination welling up within her. Slowly, her struggles ceased, and she leaned into (m/n)'s embrace, his presence was always a calming one even now as he held her against her will.

Just then, the room echoed with cheers, Billy and Stu grinning from ear to ear. "Way to go, (m/n)!" Billy exclaimed.

Stu joined in, laughing, "Yeah, you tell her! It's the final showdown!"

“Break her neck babe!” Stu spits out with a grin, “No just stab that little bitch up,” billy counters with his own idea.

“How troublesome,” mumbles (m/n) grabbing the knife from out of Sidney’s hand. From the moment she had been grabbed by him he was surprised she hadn’t retaliated against him and stabbed him but then again she might’ve forgotten all about it, after all he had that effect on people. Making them forget their surroundings and get lost in his presence.

Grabbing her swiftly by the sides of her head he twists her head swiftly, and drops it back down towards his sides as Sidney’s body goes limp on the floor.

Stu and Billy exchanged triumphant looks, and then they turned their attention to (m/n), their eyes filled with affection and pride. In unison, they stepped closer to him, their smiles widening as they wrapped their arms around him in a tight hug.

"Congratulations, babe," Stu said, his voice filled with admiration. "You did it. We knew you could."

Billy nodded, his own hug warm and supportive. "Yeah, you really showed them. We're so proud of you."

(m/n) felt a surge of happiness as he hugged them back, their closeness radiating comfort and love. "Thanks, you guys. I couldn't have done it without you by my side."

Stu and Billy exchanged a knowing glance before turning back to (m/n) with playful grins. "And now, for the victory kiss," Stu announced, leaning in to capture (m/n)'s lips in a sweet, celebratory kiss.

Billy joined in, his lips meeting (m/n)'s in a tender kiss that conveyed their shared joy and affection. As they pulled back, their smiles remained, and they locked eyes with (m/n) once more.

"We're always here for you, no matter what," Stu said, his voice sincere.

"Exactly," Billy agreed. "We've got your back, just like you've got ours."

(m/n) felt a deep sense of gratitude for the two people who had stood by his side through thick and thin. Their love and support were unwavering, and in that moment, he realized how lucky he was to have them in his life.

"Thank you," (m/n) said softly, his heart full. "I'm so glad I have you both."

Stu and Billy shared a fond smile before pulling (m/n) into another tight hug. The three of them stood there, basking in the warmth of their connection, knowing that their bond was unbreakable and their love was something truly special.

[maladaptivebb]

Oh, you know, just thinking about being squished between Billy and Stu while they make out

[frsnkxie]

surprise! i'm alive! soooo how have y'all beeeeeeen?

(more important question, what do we wanna see up next, poly!ghostface smut, or tatum x sid x reader smut)

[slasherscream]

the absolute INSANITY of the pushing your s/o away thing with the crazy ass boy gang… it’s like triggering a dog’s prey drive but for serial killers w abandonment issues

CRAZY ASS BOYS GANG + PUSHING THEIR HAND AWAY/REJECTING AFFECTION

❥ who gets pissed the fuck off ❥

Billy Loomis - Is irritated off rip. Billy plays it cool but he needs physical affection from you. He’s casual about it so he flies under the radar, but this is a stage five clinger. He’s always doing something small. Touching your fingers. A hand on your back. Neck. Sitting behind you instead of putting you directly in his lap. It’s little stuff. Hovering. Smack his hand away one of these times and his jaw clenches right away. “What the hell is your problem?” Please snuggle up to him and don’t start world war 3. It’s not worth the joke. 

Kevin Khatchadourian - Quick question, why do this to yourself? Kevin does not need, nor does he particularly enjoy, physical contact. Period. He is gracious enough to give you physical contact because he knows you’re built different (pathetic). For you to then turn around and spit in the face of him being kind enough to meet your needs? …. Quite crazy of you. The look he gives you is pure confusion because he’s honest to God baffled. What do you want to accomplish here? Go ahead and start begging now, because he’s not touching you for a long while. 

Sparrow!Ben Hargreeves - Swings wildly between damn near dodging any physical affection you attempt to give him to hanging off you like a squid on a ship. No in-between. For you to have the audacity to reject him when he’s feeling clingy? How dare you. He doesn’t have to beg anyone for attention! Did you forget who you’re dating? Doesn’t even care if you did it with obvious playfulness. He’s sensitive. He’s tender. He’s a bitch. He goes to get up and leave entirely and you have to grab him and beg him to cuddle so this doesn’t become a week long cold war. Happy ego stroking! 

Stu Macher - What you’re not about to do is ruin his mood. Baby, he’s about to ruin yours. How about that? If you push his hands off you once he enjoys a little playful bitchiness. Playing hard to get. He likes to chase, it’s cool. Twice? Okay…. We’re irritating him. Three times? He’s gonna grab your hand, stop smiling, and stare at you. When he places his hand back where it belongs, on your thigh, don’t act up again. He could make your whole week go to shit. Don’t start wars you won’t win. He’s the king of playing stupid games and winning stupid prizes. 

Nathan Prescott - Has to bluster and get visibly pissed off because he is rejection sensitive to a degree that is astounding, frankly. Let you see him upset after he tried to be affectionate and you said no? Hah! Not fucking likely. Being physically affectionate in the first place doesn’t come easy to him. Quality time is more his speed. Even worse if it wasn’t a sexual advance he was making. He tried to wrap an arm around you and you shrug him off? You’ll be lucky to get a hello out of him for the next week. Good luck soldier.

David Mccall - Outwardly, he pretends to be despondent and sheepish when you bat his hand away. He’s using sadness as a shield. If he’s sad then you might feel bad and give in. He’ll use any tool in his arsenal to get his way. One of his greatest skills is speaking in a soft voice, just shy of how you’d speak to a toddler, and telling you: “I didn’t mean to upset you, sweetheart. I’m sorry.” This is all to hide the fact that you rejecting him in any way, shape, or form makes him so angry he can barely think. You might be able to catch the rage hidden behind the veil. If you’re quick enough. David puts on a convincing show, but his gentle smile is twitching at the edges.

❥ who gets sad and mopey ❥

Jordan Li - Oh you pushed them away? No, that’s cool, it’s totally fine. You can want space. Everyone’s entitled to their own space bubble. Of course. Are you having a bad day? Are you mad at them? Did they do something wrong? Did they piss you off? These are the types of questions Jordan is going to “casually” ask for the next ten minutes while they sit really close to you. They’re not touching you! They always sit with their legs spread so wide. Their arm isn’t around you, it’s on the back of the couch. You’re nitpicking here, babe. They’re staring at you with their big brown eyes. No, they didn’t get any closer while you weren’t looking. 

Josh Washington - Why would you do this to him? Don’t push his hand off you unless you mean it or you’re being obviously playful about it. If you pretend to be mad at him while you do it, no matter how unconvincing of an actor you are, he will believe you. Sensitive king. He also won’t go to touch you again until you initiate the contact. Physical touch is reassuring and comforting to him but even he (category five clinger) gets touch aversion at times. As observant as he is, he knows some people are uncomfortable asserting their boundaries, so they’ll try to soften the blow of saying no by being “playful”. He cannot take the risk! You could mean it but don’t want to hurt his feelings. Josh interprets many playful no’s as real ones. Better safe than sorry.

❥ secret third worse thing ❥

Sebastian Valmont - Doesn’t take it for anything more than what it is. If you’re being playful he recognizes it. If you’re seriously not wanting to be touched at any given moment he understands that as well. However, in the case of being playful, you’ve started a war you can’t win. Because, as much as Sebastian enjoys chasing you…  Sebastian also likes to be chased. Ten minutes from now you’ll go to give Sebastian’s cheek a kiss and he’s going to dodge you. Hard. To such an extent it’s bordering on insult. He’ll be wearing a cat that got the canary grin all the while. 

Jason Dean/JD - Doesn’t take you seriously even if you are dead serious. I’m sorry, you’ve discovered his worst character trait by far. Most boundaries are a joke to him. He always wants to touch you. He loves you! He craves you like a drug. You should feel the same for him, in equal measure and desperation. So why wouldn’t you want him touching you? Holding you close. He’s so gentle with you (usually). His arms should feel like home. No matter how long a day you’ve had. No matter how overwhelmed you might be with sound, sight, touch. In JD’s eyes you’re one soul in two bodies. He always wants you near. He knows you want the same. You’re just a little dramatic sometimes.