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ghostfacesvalentine · 2 years ago

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Maneater girlfriend - Multimuse x fem!reader

Pairing: Multimuse x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Some mentions of mvrder, not much honestly, some jealousy, but I think that’s it?

Type: Blerps

Request: N/A

Word Count: N/A

Prompt: The muses get maneater girlfriends, how they’d react/act about it.

Notes: Honestly, I know some of us may not always feel like it, but it’s fun to pretend. Just like miss Maddie Perez and my queen Rihanna said, even if you don’t feel like it just pretend. Love my maneater readers. Ps. this isn’t exclusively for fem readers, it can really be for anyone. kiss kiss.

I don’t really know what I was going for, I’m just trying to get my juices going, pls don’t hate. Will probably delete this one tbh

Jason Voorhees: Gets so starstruck around you. It’s actually super cute, he never fails to boost your confidence. No matter what you choose to wear, Jason will stare at you all the time in awe, which of course makes you feel like the prettiest person he’s ever seen. Especially when you decide to go all out, he just becomes a puddle. Jason would literally worship the ground you walk on, you definitely have him under your spell. If you want a fan for a boyfriend, Jason’s the one. The only con is that he’d probably forget to take pictures of you because he’s just daydreaming about his hot s/o.

Michael Myers: Honestly didn’t expect any less, but he is a tiny itsy bitsy threatened by your confidence. Depending on the status of your relationship, it could go one of two ways: He could be completely confident, obviously mopping the floor with the guts of the people who couldn’t keep their eyeballs to themselves, or he could be somewhat weary of the attention you get, no matter who it is. Michael definitely has one of the most toxic abandonment issues, but it’s not like you’d be able to get rid of him, he’d get rid of everyone around you before you could even think about skipping town. Michael would stare a little longer on the days you wear more revealing clothing, it’s your confidence that sells the whole look, he’s absolutely mesmerized by you.

Tiffany Valentine: All for it. Wouldn’t hesitate for a second to help you get into your outfit or finish up your makeup/hair. You’d catch her staring from time to time, which she’d laugh it off not expecting to be caught. I could see her getting jealous at times if it seems like someone has your attention and if they cross a line, a knife crosses their artery, no hesitation. Tiffany would absolutely take pictures of you and post you all over her social media, she wouldn’t mind the thirst comments you’d get, after all you were hers. Tiffany would definitely boost your confidence and you’d both become the ultimate deadliest hot couple.

Billy Loomis: Ok, controversial opinion, but Billy isn’t really used to having maneater girlies. He’s used to having cute, beautiful women, but no one willing to stare daggers into your eyes from across the room. He’s absolutely mesmerized, without knowing it, he’d do anything for you. Billy cannot keep his hands to himself, no matter what you’re wearing, or what you’re not wearing. He’s not the best at taking pictures of you, but you’re damn right he’d keep every picture of you he can get a hold of. Sure he can get jealous, but he also knows he has you wrapped around his finger and no one else.

Stu Macher: Everyone expects Stu to have the hottest girl in school, this is no exception. The way you don’t look away when you catch him staring at you is enough to make him fall in love. As much as I love Stu, I know he’s superficial, so if your looks caught his eye, he would do his best to make your relationship work. Even if it means he has to get the right angles when taking pictures of you. Stu would absolutely brag about you, first about how you look then about what you do or what your interests are. Just like Jason, unintentionally, Stu would worship the ground you walk on.

Patrick Bateman: Ok honestly what else did you expect. Just like Stu, Patrick is superficial. He always wants to make sure he has the hottest/most confident person within 1000 miles. He’d never admit how he likes your lack of interest in impressing every person you meet. That’s probably the trick. Patrick will never forget the times you’d be approached by wealthy men, or simply attractive people that you just couldn’t care for. That would be one of Patrick’s biggest flexes. Of course he’d always want you to look your best, so he does his part in boosting your confidence through pictures, outfits and compliments. Patrick isn’t shy about showing you off.

Leatherface: Just like Jason, he’s stuck. He can’t believe someone like you is interested in him. You are the prettiest most beautiful creature he’s ever seen. Bubba would absolutely worship the floor you walk on. He’s at your beck and call. He’d do whatever he could to impress you, getting you flowers, learning to make your favorite meals, helping you around the house. He’d do anything to spend time with you and just stare at you. He absolutely loves having printed pictures of you, even if getting him a shirt with your face on it was a joke, he’d absolutely wear it without hesitation. To him, your face is a work of art that should be appreciated.

Billy Hargrove: Honestly, didn’t know what he was getting himself into until he realized how much attention you actually got when you’d clean up. At first he didn’t know how to handle it exactly. Of course, Billy would play it off, knowing if you would wander off, he wouldn’t waste his time. Still, that doesn’t mean he wasn’t completely infatuated with you. Your mannerisms are what kept his attention. He can’t describe it, but it’s definitely your aura that intoxicates him. The fact that others would consider you a “maneater” and that it was Billy Hargrove that pulled you? (I mean of course he did right?) he’d hesitate to admit that it boosted his ego a little bit, but he made sure others kept their hands to themselves.

Steve Harrington: Steve would be a little more confident than the rest on this list I’d say. He knows you’re hot and he would remind you that all the time. “Well when I first saw you, I’m not gonna lie I thought you’d like, throw a drink at me and tell me to get lost. I don’t know how long I’ve been staring” Of course, being out if it got out of hand with others, Steve wouldn’t hesitate to step in, but otherwise, he’s of course constantly staring at you with a big dorky smile. He’d find any excuse to take pictures of you, even if you’re just relaxing. For sure he’d keep a picture of you in his car.

Bruce Wayne: An awkward little mess. Just the kind to stand there and look at you from afar. During the night, in his double life, he’d keep a tab on you. Of course if you went out frequently, it would only give him more of an excuse to try to bump into you. At first it’d be to just get a glimpse of you, later on to get to know you. Bruce was a billionaire, there must’ve been hundreds of models and wealthy women trying to tie him down and yet there you were not able to get more than a few sentences out of him. Eventually after he powered through to actually ask you out, he would do his best to make sure you were in the finest of clothing and enjoyed all kinds of luxuries. Even from time to time, you’d catch him staring from afar. Other times, you’d find magazines with you and him pictures laying about, but he’d never admit he just loved the way you would photograph.

Steve Rogers: Of course he was used to being among the most desired men to date, but that doesn’t mean at times he still seemed to fail at asking anyone out on a date. Especially you, who would just stare right through the men that would be entitled enough to think you were already interested in them. Eventually though, you managed to cross paths and who could really resist Steve’s charm? Just like the rest on this list, you’d catch him staring, but at times his gaze seems more sinister than the rest. Of course Steve would encourage you to dress whatever way you felt best in, but don’t put it past him to lay a hand over your ass in public when he’d feel the slightest bit of eyes on you.

Loki Laufeyson: His argument would be that he was a prince, of course he would have a maneater s/o, what else did anyone expect. Still, deep down there was a weary feeling of insecurity at times, especially growing under his brothers shadow. That’s when he’d become overly protective around you, when anyone else was present, but even more around his brother. Even if Thor swore to never lay but a finger on you unless you needed saving, Loki would be incredibly possessive. He’d never admit it, but you mesmerized him, he wasn’t shy about admiring you even at times when you’d catch him.

Spencer Reid: Kind of funny that you’d both fit the “nerd x maneater” trope, but I mean, of course you did. Just like Loki, there would be a tiny feeling of insecurity, but Spencer would trust you unless you gave him a reason not to. There would be a little bit more pressure on him to keep alert when you were out in public, even if you knew how to defend yourself. Spencer would love to take pictures of you and use them as bookmarks or keep them framed. He’d need a ton of reassurance and he’d be honest about it. I think he’d be the healthiest on this list about this trope, kinda cute. Would NOT be happy about the team suggesting to use you as bait though.

#Jason Voorhees x reader #Michael Myers x Reader #Tiffany Valentine x Reader #Patrick Bateman x Reader #Leatherface x Reader #Billy Loomis x Reader #Stu Macher x Reader #Steve Rogers x Reader #Billy Hargrove x Reader #Steve Harrington x Reader #Battinson x Reader #Loki Laufeyson x Reader #Spencer Reid x Reader

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luwritesomething · 2 years ago

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hey!! i saw what you wrote about mickey, billy and stu taking care of the sick reader. so i was wondering if i could request something with billy and stu x the reader? basically, stu ends up catching the world’s WORST cold. we’re talking the poor love can barely get through a sentence because he keeps sneezing, shivering, and my god it is tissues galore up in this house.. SO, billy and the reader step up and insist on taking care of him! (sick stu would be so fucking adorable)

(also it’s up to you if you want to include billy or not!!) i don’t mind at all!)

ps: your work is absolutely AMAZING!! :)

Stu Macher Heacanons: Him catching a cold would include...

Warnings: Swearing lol, probably typos or bad constructed english, poly!ghostface (aka poly relationship between reader and billy/stu. not a warning in reality)

Edited?: Like always, no.

Reader's pronouns: Not stated, gender neautral (reader gets called 'angel' once)

Summary: Stu catching a terrible cold!!!!

Author's note: THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING FOR STU, I LOVE YOU. he gives me so much comfort <3 i made this in the form of headcanons, hope you don't mind. also, anon is referring to THESE headcanons, so you should go and check them out. also thank you so much for the compliment, you're lovely <3 here's my billy and stu playlist because why not.

criticism, comments and reblogs are always appreciated! requests are open, especially for scream! hit that anon button and tell me your ideas. in the scream fandom, i write for billy loomis, stu macher, randy meeks, tatum riley, sidney prescott, mickey altieri, kirby reid, chad meeks martin, mindy meeks martin, tara carpenter, anika kayoko and laura crane.

i feel like you wouldn't find out about him actually catching a very bad cold until billy appeared on your doorstep with the news.

it would literally go like this,,,

"billy?"

"we're going to stu's. he's sick."

"oh, hell."

it wasn't often that stu got sick, but you knew the eternal annoyance journey a sick stu would put you through.

you still love him, he's always so adorable, but oh sick stu...

the firsts days are the worse for him, because those are the days in which he really feels sick and he's shivering and coughing and covering himself up in blankets.

but once those days pass... he becomes a menace.

billy is the bad cop, you're the good one. neither of you had really realized the reality of that dynamic until a bedridden, fiverish stu called you out.

you two have learned to take advantage of that, though

"i said put the fucking thermometer!"

"NO!"

"stop yelling, you two! stu, please, put it on."

"...fine."

billy makes him soup, and during the few times you don't stay by stu's side, you help billy with whatever he's doing in the kitchen.

first time, stu accidentally poured the soup over himself because of his hands shaking so much and the three of you panicked.

constantly checking for fever, by putting either your hand or lips to his forehead.

billy can take a lot of things, but not snots. he gets really grossed out at the amount of tissues in stu's room, so if stu is too sick or tired to throw them out, you do it for him.

the amount of attention he receives from the two of you is worth the cold for stu.

"i'm sick of the soup."

"c'mon, stuwie. billy made it for you. have one more spoon?"

if billy loses his patience with stu, you're there to ease him and ground him.

and it works the other way around, because stu may call you angel, but everyone can lose their patience.

when billy starts getting tired of stu's sickness, he locks himself somewhere else and copies homework and the notes that stu has missed from school. it helps him stop being so cranky.

"you can't smoke when you're sick."

"...please?"

"... i can't say no to you. if billy finds out we're dead, so make it quick."

watching movies with him !!! even if he keeps sneezing !!!

y'all can't cuddle like you use to, but billy sits on the floor, you sit on a chair and stu sits on his bed as you all watch the movie on his bedroom's tv.

okay, listen !!

reading to him so he falls asleep. hell yeah,,,

billy would read him stephen king or some of his scary books, and you read him whatever he wants --- even if it's just comics.

he's just so happy about having you two taking acre of him.

#stu macher #billy loomis #stu macher x billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader x billy loomis #billy loomis x stu macher x reader #billy loomis x reader x stu macher #scream #scream 1 #scream 1996 #scream franchise #scream fandom #lu write #my writing #writing #headcanons

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yandere-wishes · 1 year ago

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Okay, so I'm 100% going to do GhostFace!Anakin x reader (even if it'll probably be out by Christmas as opposed to Halloween😭😭) But I gotta know should I add characters representing the og cast? ( I.E: Anakin=Billy, Stu=Maul, Ahsoka = Tatum, Reader= Sydney etc) or should it just be Anakin and the reader? I could always write another fic Where both Anakin and Maul are Ghostface and give that one more of the og "Scream" movie vibe.

PS I'm also going to write a Yandere! Billy Loomis x reader at some point. Probably during Christmas break or March break, we'll see.

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plus-size-reader · 3 years ago

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Cute

13 Days of Halloween 2021

Billy Loomis x Plus size!reader and Stu Macher x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2638 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Wearing spooky matching jammies and watching Hocus Pocus with Billy and Stu

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Movie nights were incredibly common between you and your friends.

You all loved watching movies, and that only intensified around this time of the year.

It was spooky season after all, and from where you were sitting, there was no better time to cuddle up with a blanket and some hot cocoa to watch a great movie.

A task that you couldn’t have possibly done without your two favorite boys by your side.

Not that you did anything without Billy and Stu anyway, because it seemed like the three of you were attached at the hip most of the time.

...but why wouldn’t you have been?

You loved those dorks, and they loved you, which was exactly why this night was so important to you.

When you first suggested this little movie night, you were sure that they were going to agree but the rest of your plan was a little outside of the norm.

Normally, when you and the boys planned to get together for a movie night, Billy picked you up from your house and took you over to Stus. The latter had the best television of the three of you and his folks were always out.

Naturally, that made it the perfect choice.

From there, the night always went the same way. You brought the snacks, Billy brought the films, and Stu provided the venue. It might not have been the perfect set up, but you made it work.

...and it did.

The established plan you had worked fine, but you had another idea for how tonight could go, just so see how it went.

It couldn’t have been that bad, though, you were sure that at least one of the men you loved would have a different opinion.

Billy thought movie night was sacred, and you knew for a fact that he wasn’t going to like the idea of changing it at all. He found comfort in the things he knew he could rely on, like the two of you.

You and Stu were his entire world, and the things you shared were important to him. He didn’t like to change it up or move away from the things he liked, but you had a plan for that too.

You always had a plan where your boys were concerned.

You loved them both more than anything and no matter what you were going to put them through in the name of Halloween, you knew that at the end of the day they were going to have just as much fun as you.

That was what the three of you did best when you were together.

Which, given the sound of Billy’s horn out front, was about to come in handy. So, without so much as a second thought, you gathered the bags you’d prepared for this, and headed out your front door.

It was much more than you normally brought for stuff like this but you hoped that you could play it off until it was time for the surprise.

“I thought I was going to have to come in and get you” Billy teased, as you got in the truck, tossing your carefully tied bags in the backseat without hesitation.

The less attention you drew to them, the better.

“A proper gentleman certainly would have” you countered, a smile on your face as you settled into your place. Stu didn’t live too far away and the ride wouldn’t take long but that didn’t mean it had to be any less of an event.

You and Billy had a great relationship singularly, just as you and Stu did, and both males did without you.

Something like that was important, no matter how many people were involved.

“Yeah, I’m sure they would have” he shrugged, not paying it any mind. Billy knew that he was plenty a gentleman, even if he didn’t handle himself like one at all times.

After all, he wasn’t a meet-them-at-the-door type. He was much more of a sneaking through your window kind of guy.

“That’s okay, I’ve always liked the bad boys better anyway” you grinned, grabbing hold of his free hand in your own, taking it from its original place atop your thigh.

Wasn’t that the truth.

You liked them so much, you got two of them.

“Speaking of, we’re here” Billy announced, sitting with you in the driveway for a few moments before turning the car off.

If you waited out here any longer, you were sure Stu would come out looking for you, barefoot and going on and on about being left out. As cute as he was, both you and Billy would have preferred to avoid that.

It would save you an hour of the lanky blonde sticking his feet under either of your shirts, complaining about how cold they were.

“Let's do this” you cooed in response, gathering your things from the backseat and heading up to the house, much bigger and extravagant than any other house in this small town thanks to his parent’s money.

You remembered being shocked the first time you had gone in, finding the house just as nice inside as out but now, you didn’t even hesitate when you reached the door.

Stu never locked it, assuring you that he was as safe as could be.

While you weren’t entirely sure that you believed that, you didn’t bother to question it either. You knew well enough that nothing you said was going to change anything anyway.

Not where Stu was concerned.

...and since you were sure he was waiting for you both inside, you didn’t really want to worry about it now.

More than anything, you just wanted to get this night started. The sooner you did, the sooner you could actually get into all the fun you had planned.

“Ding dong, the parties here” you announced, followed closely by Billy who closed the door as soon as the two of you were safely inside.

Stu didn’t make himself known at first, likely fiddling with something or trying to give you the heebie jeebies but the jig was up pretty quickly when he realized it wasn’t working, and of course it wasn’t.

Both you and Billy knew that he was home alone tonight, and there was nowhere else he’d ever be when he was supposed to hang out with you two.

He had never missed a movie night.

Not even once.

“Wow, I see how it is. What if I was getting murdered?” he groaned, peeking out from the corner. He had been hiding there since he heard Billy’s car pull up outside and as if that wasn’t bad enough, you two didn’t even try to find him.

It was unbelievable.

“You’re right. How could we be so irresponsible?” you teased, watching the blonde fake betrayal as dramatically as he could.

Clearly, the chances he was being murdered right this second were drastically higher than at any other time before.

You should have immediately assumed that he was being killed whenever he wasn’t in front of you from this point on.

“Do you want us to come back in?” Billy offered, following your train of thought, his dry delivery making the entire exchange that much funnier. He didn’t get nearly as excitable as Stu, but he never once put him down either.

He just rolled with the punches, with as much love as he could.

“No, it’s too late. I’m already dead” Stu cheesed, sticking his tongue out as if that would prove it before giving you both hugs and kisses, moving on from his little bit.

There was fun to get to after all.

“Dead or not, I brought some surprises” you hummed, holding up the bags you knew that Billy had been eyeing since you first brought them out to the car.

Inside were all the goodies and treats you’d brought for your partners to enjoy with you for the best movie night you could have ever planned.

You put everything into this, and you were so excited.

That was your favorite time of year and you were determined to pack as much fun as you possibly could into what you had left of the season.

Whether the boys wanted to really be a part of it or not.

“So, I know you might not be a huge fan of this but I came across these the other day and I couldn’t help myself” you grinned, addressing your words to Billy mostly.

The truth was, you knew that Stu was a lot more agreeable to everything that you could come up with because he didn’t have a problem looking like a fool, especially for a laugh.

Billy, on the other hand, was less likely to allow the goofy stuff.

He took himself a lot more seriously than either of you, and it took a little bit more of a push to get him to open up more toward experiences he wasn’t familiar with.

Which was where the two of you came in.

You helped one another, and especially where Billy was concerned, it tended to lead to all three of you having a good time. It just took a lot of warming up and nudging each other outside of your comfort zones sometimes.

All that was to say that the other day, you’d found a full set of matching Halloween pajamas for adults, which you definitely couldn’t leave on the shelf.

They were too cute.

The idea that the three of you could all put on matching skeleton pjs to sit around and watch a movie was too good, and you definitely weren’t going to move on without them.

How could you possibly do that knowing how cute the two of them would look all dressed in spooky onesies?

It was happening, and really, it wasn’t even up to you.

You had to buy them.

“Ta-da” you laughed, removing one of the onesies after the other, and handing them to each of the men in tandem.

You were sure that they were going to fit differently on both of them but since they didn’t have feet attached, you figured they’d work for Stu too, even if they were a bit too high on his ankles.

He couldn’t help that he had long ass legs.

“What is this?” Billy almost groaned, not shocking you with his unwillingness. Admittedly, this was pretty far out of what the three of you normally did.

Of course, you always ended up in your pajamas when movie night rolled around but it wasn’t exactly what you’d imagined for tonight.

Typically, Billy just wore his white shirt and his boxers, with Stu joining him similarly with the exception of that red robe on top that he insisted made him look like Hugh Heffner.

These were definitely pretty far out of that box, but you couldn’t help yourself.

The three of you were always trying to find ways to get closer and wearing matching pajamas marketed to parents with young children was certainly doing to do that, if not make for a good time.

It was bound to be funny.

Still, the boys shared that look that told you they were currently debating whether or not they were going to take part in this.

Stu broke first, like he always did.

He took another look at the pajamas you’d handed him before deciding that it wouldn’t hurt him to do what you wanted to do, at least for one night. You did plenty of goofy things when he asked.

It wasn’t like anyone else was here to see it beside you or Billy anyway.

“Come on buddy, I’m sure it’ll be adorable” Stu chimed in, taking your shared boyfriend's hand and leading him into the other room so that they could get changed, using that cheesy nickname against him.

It didn’t seem as romantic as something more traditional like baby or honey but for the two of them, it worked.

“I got a tape to watch too, so I’ll start with some snacks” you called, sure that you could do both by the time Stu wrestled Billy into those silly jammies. He was a lot like a kitten facing a bathtub in that way.

Thankfully, once you got all cuddled up on the couch in a pile, you were sure he’d loosen up.

He always did once he realized that he was safe to be who he was, and it was just the three of you in a shared space.

The snacks, of course, were boxes of all the boys favorite movie theater candy along with some jiffy popcorn that was ready in a few minutes.

It was perfect.

Though, the cherry on top of this whole thing was the tape that you’d gotten from Randy at school today. It was one of your favorites, and while it wasn’t any more than a few years old, you’d probably seen it a hundred times.

It was an instant classic but knowing your horror obsessed lovers, you were sure they had never seen it.

Billy and Stu didn’t really watch movies if they weren’t horror, which you loved too, but sometimes, you needed a bit of classic family fun.

...and there was no better way to do that than with Hocus Pocus.

It was wonderful, and you knew that even someone as into horror as Billy would love it if he gave it a chance.

A chance that evidently he’d decided to give, because when you finally made your way into the living room with the snacks, all decked out in your own onesie, you found both males there waiting.

Of course, Billy was pouting, curled up into Stu’s side on the couch, though he brightened up a bit when he saw you, looking as cozy as ever.

He might have felt stupid but both you and Stu definitely looked adorable.

At least that was a plus.

“I knew they’d be cute” you gasped, watching the two of them as happy as ever. This was the most precious thing you’d ever seen and it was just the tip of the iceberg.

There was still a whole movie night ahead of you.

“You’re not so bad yourself sugar” Stu smiled, patting the space on the other side of him as your cue to take your place. This whole thing wasn’t where they thought tonight was going, but it wasn’t bad so far.

After all, it wasn’t like you had gone out of your way to torment them ever before. This was just your idea of a good time and since they loved you, they weren’t going to argue.

Besides, he was kind of excited to see what kind of movie you’d picked out. Normally, Billy came over with a couple films ready and the potential tonight had was already past what they were used to.

It was bound to be good no matter what.

“How are you holding up, bud?” he continued, brooding the other male lovingly in the side until he stopped being a grump, which eventually came with a sigh.

Of course, he would have been much happier watching psycho in his underwear but at least, the three of you were together. One thing was for sure, you were both lucky.

Lucky that he loved you, and lucky he was willing to do anything to make you happy.

“This movie better be good” he decided, reaching over to snag one of the candy boxes from your lap, a small smirk pulling on his lips that told you that he was more glad to be here than he would have had you believe before.

He loved this stuff just as much as you and Stu, he just didn’t want to admit it as easily.

You all loved Halloween, and everything it meant.

There was no getting around that.

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plus-size-reader · 4 years ago

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Sport

Billy Loomis x Plus size!reader x Stu Macher x Plus!size reader

Word Count: 1871 words

Warnings: Usual horror warning stuff.

Summary: The reader starting a friendship with Casey Becker for a bit in order to start off the whole murder thing

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You never really wanted to be her friend.

There was nothing wrong with Casey Becker, of course, but you didn’t care too much for anyone in Woodsboro. Aside from Billy and Stu, you sort of saw the rest of them as a sort of inconvenience, but that didn’t mean you weren’t a team player.

The plan you and your boys were taking on was nearly a year in the making, and whatever it was you had to do to make it go off without a hitch, you would do. Even if that meant playing nice with someone you couldn’t have found more dull.

Which was exactly why you were here in the first place.

You each had a role to play in this whole thing. Billy had a handle on Sydney, Stu managed most of the business with Tatum, and you were in charge of figuring out everything with Casey Becker.

To start off a murder spree like you had planned, you couldn’t just jump right into it with the main focus of your anger, or so Billy had informed you. This all had to go according to his plan and to lead up to the main event, and Casey was the perfect ice breaker.

Stu hated her, Billy hated everyone, and it didn’t hurt that Steve Oris had been added in there at some point, who made you increasingly uncomfortable.

It just worked out that way, but you had to find a way to get in and get information, which they guys just couldn’t get. Billy approaching her out of nowhere would be too suspicious, and she and Stu didn’t get along.

That was why it had to be you.

After Marleen Prescott’s death, you had plenty of time to get on her good side without putting yourself in a place where you would ever be a suspect. If nothing else, after the deed was done, you could play the heartbroken best friend.

No one would ever put the pieces together, but you got all you needed. Casey trusted you, she cared about you, and that meant you knew everything that was going on in her life. That included, among quite a bit of other crap, when her parents would be home, when they wouldn’t, and what she would be doing with Steve.

She never had a prayer, not after you started that conversation with her at school.

...And after all this time, tonight was the night.

You made your way to the house, as you had pretty often at this point in your friendship without anything out of the ordinary. Anyone looking in would have just seen two best friends, ready to hang out and have a good time, though the truth was far more sinister.

Somewhere, headed this way was Steve Oris undoubtedly going to meet up with Stu and Billy before getting anywhere near his girlfriend tonight.

Not that you were going to get off easy just because time was ticking down for them. You still had to finish this whole thing out strong, even if there was a little bit of wiggle room.

No matter what happened, Casey wasn’t getting out of her alive, but just because you could loosen up a little didn’t mean you could be reckless. You still had plenty of time to kill, and the night was far from over.

After all, you had just knocked on her front door.

“Open the door” you called, knocking a few times on her front door. You were friends, best friends in her eyes, but you had become so in the perfect way.

No one would even know you were here, with the only person familiar with you being Casey, who wouldn’t live to incriminate you.

“I thought I told you that Steve and I were hanging out tonight, I’m just waiting for him to get here” she hummed, opening the door with an almost apologetic look on her face. She had told you, of course, but you didn’t care.

You knew something that she didn’t.

“I’ll just keep you company till he shows up, besides, I brought ice cream” you tried, presenting the bag to her as proof that you had really just come to hang out with her. It was her all time favorite flavor, cookies and cream, which you knew she couldn’t turn down.

So, she let you in.

You followed her into the house, closing the door behind you, though you decided to leave it unlocked. It was a casual action, one that the blonde didn’t even notice as she made her way into the kitchen, intent on putting on some popcorn.

She still had a movie night planned with Steve, after all.

You were casual as you moved through the foyer of the house, just barely catching a glimpse of Billy in one of the far windows. Clearly, Steve would be a little preoccupied, or at least, far too busy for popcorn, .

“I guess I should just put the ice cream in the freezer” you decided, talking more to yourself than anything as you passed behind her, opening the door casually. You had been here enough times before to know what you were doing.

In fact, you were almost sure that not even Casey knew this house as well as you did. You had been doing extensive research over it, all these months, keeping track of what was where and who would be in the house on certain nights of the week.

You were good at this, lying and all that.

So good that you didn’t even flinch when you heard the phone start ringing on the hook, which Casey was quick to retrieve all the way in the living room. All you could do was stand still for a moment, doing your best to listen in to figure out who was on the other line.

She spoke for a few moments before hanging up, and when it rang a second time, you knew for sure who it was.

It was happening.

There was a noticeable change in the space after she picked the phone up a second time, with the air growing more and more still with each breath she took. Clearly, something was wrong and while you briefly considered to act concerned, you abandoned that quickly.

Keeping up appearances wouldn’t matter now.

“Boo”

The blonde jumped, understandably given the circumstances, when you spoke behind her. Between the things Billy was muttering through the phone and the fact that Steve still wasn’t here, she was stressing herself out.

“Who’s on the phone?” you mouthed, holding your hand up to your face like a mock phone. Something had changed in your demeanor since how you were before and this moment but she didn’t even have time to process it.

Too much was happening at once.

When she didn’t answer, you couldn’t help but sigh, plopping down against the armchair in her living room. After all this time, this was what you were doing this for? You just had to sit back and watch her pace around.

It was hardly the excitement Billy had promised you.

Gingerly, you leaned back to stretch the muscles in your back, your arms over your head for a moment. Glancing behind you, there was just enough of the patio visible to you for you to catch a bit of something there in the darkness but you couldn’t make it out.

Not that you had to be a rocket scientist to figure it out.

By the time Casey caught on though, there was screaming and begging and freaking out going on which made it a little difficult to relax.

“We have to get out of here” she decided, under her breath, the sicko on the phone still occupying most of her attention. The blonde was in a full panic, and had yet to connect the dots, fairly assuming you had no part in this.

Though, as soon as she said it, Casey noticed that you didn’t seem even a bit concerned by what was happening.

Something was wrong with you.

All at once, she went through several possibilities. She thought that maybe you were in shock, still a little lost over what was going down over the phone, or that maybe you just weren’t the kind to panic.

...but the truth was obvious.

You clearly weren’t surprised by this.

Then, before she could really come to any real conclusion, you grinned, standing from your place and walking across the room. You didn’t stop until you reached the patio doors, allowing yourself to gaze out into the darkness for a moment before flicking on the light.

Billy was still spouting horrors into her ear, but the girl could only focus on you, trying to figure out what was happening. Though, she didn’t get very far before even more panic set in. Evidently, he’d asked her his first question, and she’d gotten it wrong.

Of course she had.

All in all, it was a trick. Stu had come up with it, knowing that only real horror buffs like the three of you could really answer it. The added panic only served to guarantee that she’d get it wrong, not that any of that even mattered.

Once she spoke his name, “Jason”, you flicked the light off again, waiting for the auditory cue from Billy to turn it back on. Of course, when you did, Steve’s insides were splayed all over the pavement, dripping out of him like wax onto a birthday cake.

“You lost, you know the rules” you shrugged, turning around carelessly toward the kitchen.

“You smell burning?” you asked, briefly taking note of the fire that had started on the stovetop, long forgotten between Casey answering the phone, and Steve’s untimely death. At this point, she was a blubbering mess, which couldn’t have been more boring.

Surely your job here was done.

“Hey Cas? I think the front door is unlocked, you should probably go check that” you teased, taking the phone from the girl, and sitting back down in the chair you’d previously been in, as she scrambled in that direction.

It wouldn’t have mattered how quickly she went, as Stu was surely already in the house, but that didn’t phase you either. In truth, the actual killing was of no interest to you at all.

That was really where the boys came in.

You just liked the sport of it all.

“How’d I do?” you asked, casually placing the phone between your ear and your shoulder as you made your way out the broken patio door, which had gotten shattered shortly after Steve took his final breath.

You were careful to avoid the glass, making quick strides of it as you listened to Billy breathing into the phone. He didn’t answer you, of course, with Casey having gotten outside at some point, making him her problem but you didn’t mind.

You just kept walking until you found a nice little tree swing on the other side of the yard to sit in while you waited. They would be done soon enough anyway, and then you could go home and get a shower or something.

Maybe you’d even give Sidney a call for an alibi.

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Sharing

Billy Loomis x Plus size!reader and Stu Macher x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1780 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Billy and Stu fighting over you

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The two of them couldn't have been more different.

As a general rule, Billy and Stu had hardly anything in common but that didn’t change the fact that there had never been two closer best friends. They did everything together, and shared quite a bit.

Though, it wasn’t until you that they realized just how far that went.

You sat beside Stu in algebra, and had gone to school with both Stu and Billy for as long as you could remember. However, you had never really spent much time with them until you agreed to start helping the former with his homework.

At first, it wasn’t much of a problem for anyone but the more Stu informed his friend that he couldn’t hang out because he was supposed to see you again, the more Billy grew resentful.

The problem was that he wasn’t sure who he was more jealous of, you or Stu.

On one hand, his best friend in the entire world was getting to spend all his time with you, but you were also getting to spend a fair amount of your own time with him.

From where Billy was sitting, the biggest problem was that he wasn’t involved in any step of that process. So, he decided to fix the problem himself.

...And that was how you ended up between them in the first place.

You had showed up to the Macher family home after school like you always did on Tuesday evenings with your school bag in hand. However, when the front door opened, the blonde you’d grown used to seeing wasn’t standing there.

Instead, it was Billy.

You were shocked, understandably so, especially seeing as you didn't know he would be here but it wasn’t all bad. You didn’t know Billy all that well but Stu talked about him all the time.

“Hey, I’m supposed to be meeting Stu. Is he here?” you asked, shifting your weight between your two feet as you stood there, under the male’s focused gaze.

You had never realized it before, but Billy was incredibly intimidating, almost as much as he was handsome and you weren’t dealing with the uninterrupted eye contact.

It was clear that he had something on his mind, something he wanted to say but he chose to ignore it for now. There would be more than enough time to talk about what was on his mind.

Instead, he nodded. “He’s in the kitchen, follow me” he suggested, though there was a demanding tone in his voice. You didn’t even bother to tell him you’d been in the house before.

All you could do was hold your school bag close to your frame as you entered the house.

It was empty, like it normally was, as Stu’s parents usually weren't home. They were gone a lot on business trips, they were lawyers you thought, but you couldn’t remember.

Of all the things you and Stu talked about during your study sessions, his parents weren’t really on the roster.

“She’s here!” Billy called, glancing over his shoulder to look at you, a small smirk on his lips as he addressed his best friend. You didn’t really know why Billy was here, but they weren’t going to keep you in suspense for much longer.

See, Billy had a plan.

In general, the two of them were never apart. Everywhere Billy went, Stu followed. Knowing that, it was easy to assume that he would be jealous of the amount of the blonde’s time you were taking up.

However, Billy had made a different call. Being jealous of you wasn’t going to do much except drive you away and while that would have been okay, it wasn’t ideal.

If he went about it the right way, there was a chance he’d get to keep you both.

It wasn’t a done deal, but if the past was any indication, Billy was pretty good at getting what he wanted. After all, it wasn’t exactly easy to tell him no.

“Hey! You made it” Stu greeted, wrapping you up in a small hug right after he handed the other male an unopened beer. You had no idea what you were walking into, but you just nodded, accepting the hug.

It wasn’t like you felt unsafe here, just uneasy.

You didn’t have much experience with Billy at all, but if nothing else, you were sure that Stu wouldn’t let anything sketchy go down. At least, you hoped he wouldn’t.

“Yeah, I’m still not super sure on that last turn” you shrugged, decidedly throwing yourself into smalltalk instead of making direct eye contact with either of them.

Had you looked up, you would have had to come to terms with the predatory gaze in Billy’s eyes as he looked you over. You had placed yourself closer to Stu over by the sink, which wasn’t surprising.

It was no secret that you were more comfortable with him, but Billy was interested in you too and he had an idea.

“So, what are you two going to work on tonight?” he hummed, his eyes softening ever so slightly as he looked between you, though you could still see how tight his jaw was while he waited for an answer.

Math.

That should have been the answer, but for some reason with Billy staring deep into your eyes, and Stu standing so close, your lips couldn’t form the words.

It was strange.

You had never felt this was before, but there was just something about the two of them. Billy was magnetic, and Stu seemed to feed off of his energy which brought a new side out of him that you’d never seen.

You couldn’t put your finger on it, but you just couldn’t look away from Billy’s sterling gaze. Instead, you tried to clear your throat, taking a sip of the glass of water Stu had gotten you when you informed him you didn’t want to drink.

After all, you had come here to do a job but it seemed like there was no job to be done here tonight.

“Y/N? You alright?” Stu hummed, watching the way your eyes kept tabs on Billy out of the corner of your eye. You were clearly feeling something, but he wasn’t sure what it was.

The blonde was a bit worried at first, mostly because he didn’t know how Billy would react. He knew that the other male could be protective, so he’d either get violent with you, or leave in a huff.

From where he was, it could go either way.

However, when Stu looked at Billy for some kind of clue as to what he was thinking, he only winked. “Yeah Y/N, you feeling okay?” he grinned, setting his beer down on the island.

You hardly had a second to think before he was standing in front of you, with hardly any space between your two bodies. Without even meaning to, you practically gasped.

You couldn’t help yourself.

No matter what you thought you were feeling, or where Stu thought this might go at first, there was no misreading what he had in mind. You didn’t get hit on a ton, but you weren’t blind.

It would have been impossible to misunderstand his intentions.

“I’m okay, I think” you tried, doing your best to maintain your composure, even though the tension in the air was thick enough to cut with a knife.

In fact, if you hadn’t been standing here yourself, there was no way you could be sure that it was really happening.

That response was more than Billy had been expecting, but nonetheless, it did serve to amuse him. You were hilarious, in the most innocent of ways.

“We don’t scare you, do we Y/N?” He wondered, gingerly letting his fingers gloss over the skin of your jaw.

There was something so predatory and strange about the way he addressed you, but it wasn’t entirely unwelcome. If nothing else, it just made you think about him in a way that you never had.

“No, of course not” you allowed, they didn’t. However, you couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable under his burning gaze, so you instead chose to look at Stu over your shoulder.

Even with his own grin, the blonde could never be as intimidating as Billy was.

“Good, because we had a bit of a chat before you got here” Billy started, leaning back against the counter, his eyes never leaving yours.

Evidently, they had been talking about you quite a bit before you got there, but you had no inkling of that until he spoke again. “See, Stu here’s got quite the crush on you” he smiled, gesturing to the other male at his side.

You had no idea where this was going before but at least there was a bit of context now. Though, you couldn’t say you were any less confused than you’d been before.

The words he’d stated weren’t exactly surprising to you, as you’d gathered that much in all the time you’d been spending time together. However, that didn’t stop you from looking at him as well.

It just seemed like the only thing to do right now, and it was still better than having to look Billy in the eye.

“Now, I had to decide what to do about that, and I think we’ve come up with a solution” he allowed, smirking at you as he spoke. He could practically see the wheels turning in your head.

It hadn’t clicked yet.

“A solution?” You repeated, trying to keep up. However, before you could get an answer from the male, Stu stepped in to answer you instead.

“Billy thinks we should share” he grinned, unsure of how this would go down. When Billy first brought it up, he was sure that you’d say no but seeing you now, he wasn’t sure.

It would be ideal.

If you were in a mutual relationship, Billy would have no reason to get so jealous over you, and he could be honest about how he felt for you to begin with.

Really, Stu couldn’t have come up with a better solution for the problem they’d been having.

“Share?” you repeated again. You were pretty sure that you knew where this was going but you just needed to have them clarify it for you. This wasn’t something you thought you’d be doing today, but it could work.

You liked Stu and you were well aware of the connection the two males shared. What they were proposing could work.

“Yeah, what do you say gorgeous?” Stu grinned, his goofy charm bringing a smile to your face.

How could you say no to that?

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Understand and Be Free pt.2

Billy Loomis x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1717 words

Warnings: standard horror imagine stuff, talk about murder, you know where you are.

Summary: Having a hard time with what Billy is asking of you

Part 1

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The street was quiet as you pulled in, with not so much as a streetlight in sight. The nearest neighbors house was at least a mile and a half from the driveway, and after ditching the car in the woods off the street, you found yourself in the middle of nowhere.

All of a sudden, it all made sense.

At first, you had no idea why Stu was so insistent that tonight had to be the night, and it had to be Casey Becker.

No one would be able to hear her screams this far away and there would be no way for anyone to help her once it started. No one would make it in time. The very idea made you want to be sick

...But it would be a lie to say that it didn't bring you a little comfort to know that at least they had thought it all through.

You found yourself staring at the gravel as you walked from the car, the crunching beneath your sneakers bringing you some semblance of control. In a way, it grounded you and made you feel a little more human. You really were just a terrible person for even entertaining the idea of what was going to happen here tonight.

Still, before you could dive too deep into a moral dilemma, Billy spoke, his voice shaking you from the dark myriad of thoughts swarming your head.

"You and I will stay over here, until it's almost done and then I want you to finish it" he suggested, handing you the small handgun from his waistband. It was so casual, almost as if he was checking off a task from his to do list.

For you however, when the cold metal touched your skin, you felt as if you were coming to terms with everything you'd ever done wrong in your life. Surely there would be some consequences for this.

There had to be, right?

There was no one to stop you from just marching up to her front door and shooting her square in the chest physically but there was a reason people just didn't go around murdering. It wasn't right, and that had to count for something.

At least, you thought so.

When you looked over at Billy, you could see that there was nothing plaquing him. It truly was as if he was just running an errand or something. he didn't seem to register the severity of what he'd planned, even in the darkness.

It was sadistic, and sick, but you took the gun nonetheless, ignoring the churning in your stomach. You had never shot one before but Billy had promised to help you when the time came.

Until then, all you had to do was sit back and wait. Stu had made it very clear that he wanted to take care of most of it, you were just along for the ride.

For him, this was some personal vendetta. He and Billy just wanted to get 'Ghostface's' kills up as most as they could but killing Casey specifically didn't mean anything to Billy. It was the lankier of the two's idea, and it just happened to work out.

She lived on the edge of town and with her parents attending a swanky dinner tonight, it just seemed to line up perfectly for their murder spree.

You followed Billy's lead, crouching down behind one of the bushes by the pool house. It gave you a clear view of her kitchen through those glass windows in the back without looking strange to her.

Your breaths were hollow and short, hardly containing your stress as you watched. It had a similar affect to a car accident or a house fire, where you wanted to look away but you just couldn't drag your eyes away.

There was nothing even remotely normal about what was happening, and you weren't about to pretend that it was. Instead, you kept your body tight, as if you were stuck in your own invisible little box, and didn't move.

All you could do was stare at the scene unfolding in front of you.

Stu stood there, dressed in that stupid grim reaper costume with a butchers knife at his side, peering in one of the windows. It was hardly enough to stress you out on its own but more than anything, the idea of what was to come made it worse.

You could hardly hear the phone ringing from inside, and while you didn't think anything of it at first, that all changed when you heard Billy's voice beside you, except it wasn't his voice.

After one quick glance over at Stu again to make sure he hadn't moved, you glanced over at Billy to see what he was doing. This whole thing almost seemed like a dream until you realized he had a voice-changer held to his lips, altering the sound of his tone into the phone.

Something about that gravelly tone made this all real.

You had heard this part of his plan, but you hadn't been expecting it. You had no idea what it would be like until now. You had to experience it to really know.

Without missing a beat, you turned toward the house again, feeling as if your neck was on a swivel between the two men. Across the yard, you saw Casey pick up the phone, fiddling with the knives in the block on her island. She had no idea what was going to happen, but she would soon enough.

Billy started by asking her what her favorite scary movie was, which sparked what almost seemed like a lighthearted conversation between them. Anyone looking in might have just felt like it was a casual exchange.

However, you knew better.

You got to witness the change in her face when she figured out that she was in danger. You saw the exact moment when she started to get scared, and realizing this wasn't just some prank call.

You were frozen in fear as you watched Stu enter her house through the side door, watching Casey run toward the front door to make sure it was locked.

It was hard not to feel for her, to feel that fear for her, but you tried your best to suspend reality until this was over. You assumed that was why Billy and Stu could do it. They didn't think about them as human.

Maybe it was easy for them, but you could hardly keep your nausea at bay.

All you could think about was how you would feel if you were in her place and the guilt was killing you. Maybe you couldn't have done anything to stop them but you definitely didn't have to sit here watching it.

This was on you, as far as you were concerned.

You loved Billy and you always would, but you weren't sure if you could be a part of this area of his life. The very idea of what you were taking part in was killing you.

"I have a surprise for you"

At your side, you could hear Billy's voice registered in your mind but you could hardly express any kind of emotion as you looked over at him, ignoring the muffled screams from inside the house.

You doubted it was any surprise you wanted, and that suspicion was only confirmed when she flicked on the porch light. You panicked instinctively at first, worried that she would see you but her attention was focused elsewhere.

That was when you saw it.

You had been so caught up in everything else before now, worried about getting caught and feeling like a terrible person that you hadn't even seen the body there in the dark, tied to a chair.

"Who is that? Did you do that?" you gasped, hardly making out the shape of a male though you couldn't tell if he was alive or not. You had no idea what was going on, and Billy did little to make you feel better.

Instead, he whispered something about you waiting here and took off into the dark once again, after he'd instructed for Casey to turn the light off again.

You had no clue what he was doing, and seriously considered just taking off now but before anything, the light flicked on again and once more, Casey screamed. Best you could tell, Billy had just gutted her QB boyfriend Steve.

...Oh god.

You kept it together alright until he showed back up at your side, now with his hands covered in blood. In his right hand, was a knife, one that you could only think about lodged into your stomach right now.

That was when you threw up.

Until that moment, it had all been talk and a little bit of creepy stalking around but Billy had just killed someone right in front of you. That was when it was real, and you knew that there was no going back.

No matter what happened now, you were guilty.

"Hey, hey, are you alright?" Billy cooed, whispering to you in the darkness. He slowly knelt down beside you, doing his best to calm you down with a hand on your chin, subsequently smearing Steve's blood on your flesh.

It smelled like dirt copper, and was the sort of thing that triggered a panic response in you even if you knew it wasn't your blood. Even so, you ignored it, taking a few deep breathes as you tried to compose yourself.

"Are you okay?" he repeated, you were tense and it was obvious that you weren't but you nodded nonetheless. Clearly, he had several issues but you knew he cared about you and was really worried.

He understood why you were struggling.

You were new to this and you might have needed a break. He had to keep that in mind. The least he could do was distract you for a few minutes while Stu did all the dirty work. Billy wanted you to understand why he did the things he did, but he didn't want to really affect you too negatively. He may have been sick, but he still loved you.

He just also didn't want you to think that he was a monster.

That was the worst part of this whole thing, that you were here on your own, because you fell in love with a literal murderer.

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Understand and Be Free

Billy Loomis x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1558 words

Warnings: murder? Horror movie imagine

Summary: You convince Billy that you’re fine with the whole murder thing until it’s your turn to pull the trigger.

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In retrospect, the first thing you should have done when you found out that Billy was a murderer was run for the hills but you just couldn’t.

...You wanted to but you just couldn’t.

As much as you hated yourself for it, you loved him and there was nothing you could do to change that. Instead, you chose to lean as far into insanity as possible.

You convinced yourself that what he was doing was okay, and that you didn’t care.

In all honesty, it wasn’t all that difficult at first. It was almost like suspending reality for a while and you saw the appeal of it. Billy didn’t worry about anything, and he was free.

...Horrible, by most moral standards, but free.

However, you couldn’t live in that altered reality forever and it wasn’t long before you realized just how wrong what you were doing was.

You were literally dating a serial killer.

Who did that in good conscience? You couldn’t think of a single person, though before you could end it for good and leave him, those pesky feelings came creeping up again.

All you could think about was what life would be like without him and you didn’t want to live in that world. You didn’t want to experience being without him, even if he was a bad person.

He was a bad person, wasn’t he? Why else would he do what he was doing? You’d heard the story a million times, about his mother, and the divorce-but you couldn’t imagine hitting that point where taking life was okay.

You had just never been that angry.

So, it was safe to say that you didn’t take the news of your boyfriend being what he was all that well. However, Billy couldn’t have been happier.

For the first time in his life, he felt like he had someone who cared about him, no matter what he did. He didn’t have to lie to you or make himself seem better than he really was.

You just accepted him for the person he was, good or bad, and it made him feel normal...even though he very clearly was not.

He just wished that he could make you feel as free as you had made him with your love. So Billy did the only thing he could think of, he decided to take you with him on his next hunt.

It would be fun.

You told him that you didn’t mind what he was, or the strange hobby that he happened to partake in so why would you care if he asked you to join in? Maybe you would even enjoy yourself.

The only trouble was that he wasn’t sure just how to ask you if you wanted to tag along. Would it be too forward to just ask you to take life with him? Did he have to come up with some cheesy murder proposal-he had no idea.

It wasn’t like he’d had very many murder dates in the time since he started his whole killing spree.

He’d barely even stopped to think about what he was doing, led alone if he wanted to bring another person into the fold. It was bad enough that he had to Stu to keep his mouth shut.

Still, he couldn’t shake the feeling that he needed you to be a part of this side of his life.

Billy needed you to see it.

...He needed you to understand.

Right now, your love for him was enough to keep you loyal and supportive but what happened if that changed? He needed you to really get where he was coming from. He needed you to see all life leave their eyes.

Maybe then you would get it in the same way that he did, maybe then you would truly understand why they all had to die.

“Tell me something” Billy started, his voice filling the small space of your bedroom with ease. You hadn’t even heard him come in, which caused you to nearly jump out of your skin.

Billy was constantly sneaking up on you, and it was hard not to be startled when he did, especially because he hadn’t even called to tell you he was coming.

“Billy? Why didn’t you call? What if my parents had been home?” you shrieked, for once glad that both your parents were currently on a bender at the local bar.

They would certainly lock you away forever if they caught him in here, or worse.

“I like surprising you,” he shrugged, plopping down on your perfectly made bed without any issue at all. He didn’t even seem to care that you were trying to be cross with him.

It didn’t matter.

Right now, he had something on his mind that he had to tell you before he could worry about anything else.

“Now, I have a question-how would you like to come with me tomorrow night to Casey Becker’s house?” he hummed, leaning back on your bed with his hands behind his head casually.

Your face scrunched up slightly as you thought about it, not quite understanding what you would need to see Casey for. You two didn’t even really talk to her much and Billy certainly wasn’t her friend.

In fact, it wasn’t until you looked over at where Billy was reclined that you realized what he was implying.

Was he really going to kill Casey?

You didn’t care for her all that much but you didn’t understand. What had she done? How could she possibly have fit into his whole plot to get back at Sydney?

“Are you kidding? You want me to go with you?” you asked, not really sure how to feel. Your first reaction was physical nausea at the idea but you didn’t really show much of that to Billy.

...Not that he would care.

He understood that not everyone had the stomach for what he did but you couldn’t really make the choice until you tried at least once. It wouldn’t kill you to attempt it-ironically.

“Yeah, I want you to see it,” he started, sitting up to get closer to you, the look on his face softening slightly as he smiled. It was a genuine reaction, a real smile that he’d only ever had for you.

Which made you feel a little better about what he was asking.

“Just trust me, okay? I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to” he assured, reaching out to take your hand in his own, as you sat down beside him.

You were shocked, of course you were, but you had to admit that a small part of you was also curious. You had heard the stories that Billy told, and the things he fantasized about but seeing it with your own two eyes would be something else entirely.

As crazy as it sounded, you did trust Billy. You trusted him more than you trusted anyone else and that scared you. Apparently, you trusted him with your life more than you even realized.

Though, before you even had a chance to really think about what you were agreeing to; you nodded.

It couldn’t be that bad, right?

...Wrong.

Billy had laid out every step of his plan with you beforehand but that didn’t make it any easier to deal with as you drove up to her house.

Stu was in the backseat, talking about god knows what, with Billy driving as you stared intently at the road. You couldn’t believe what was about to happen.

You understood logistically of course, but the idea of doing it was something else entirely. There was no way they would actually go through with it.

Aside from Casey having dumped Stu, she had never really done anything wrong.

She didn’t deserve to die.

“Everything okay?” Billy’s voice echoed, drawing you out of your thoughts as he so often did. He could imagine that you were having second thoughts but that would all change soon enough.

He knew that much.

“I think so. Just nervous, I guess” you shrugged, doing your best to hide all of the obvious panic you were feeling. No one in their right mind would be so calm about this.

...But you knew that.

“Don’t be. It’s easy” This time the voice to speak was Stu, a cackle following his words in true manic fashion. It was too much for you, but you did your best to let his words calm you.

You could do this, you had to be able to do this. Billy had to know what he was doing, at this point, and you were sure that he wouldn’t let you get caught.

After all, you got the impression that they had been planning this for quite some time. Crazy or not, you knew Billy and he was clever.

Clever enough not to get caught up in all of this.

“I’ll be there the whole time” Billy hummed, reaching over with his free hand to take your own. It was insane, but for a moment or so, you actually felt better.

In some ways, you felt like you were just doing something mundane, like white water rafting and Billy was just being supportive.

Maybe this would be just like that roller coaster at Coney Island you had been scared to ride last summer.

...Maybe.

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