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amomentsescape · 4 months ago

Note

Reader runs behind slasher because someone else is harassing/chasing/stalking them. They don't even know they hid behind a killer for help and apologized to the killer for their awkward action of hiding behind them.

Imagine if reader is so polite that they do a apologetic bending bow.

Slashers Being the Protector (Rather than the Killer)

Slashers x Reader (Separate)

Includes: Freddy, Michael, Jason, Thomas, Bubba, Brahms, Norman, Billy, Stu, Vincent, & Bo

Warnings: Being chased/stalked, maybe a couple cuss words?

A/N: Thank you for the request! I didn't do the bow for every Slasher since I felt like it would get repetitive after a while. But I hope you enjoy either way!

Obviously, walking home alone is never your first choice, but it's not like you had an option.

Your job kept you late. And as much as you wished you could have just set some damn boundaries for yourself, you couldn't say no. You were probably the only one that actually cared about your job.

You kept a fast pace, holding your head down as to not make eye contact with anyone you passed by.

And this worked for a while. You were at a point in your journey home where you found yourself completely alone. However, there was still a part of you that felt uneasy. They always say that humans are able to tell when someone is watching them, and you were clearly no exception to this.

You finally took a deep breath and paused, mustering up the courage to look at your surroundings.

The woods were beside you, the darkness only allowing you to see a few trees at a time, but thankfully, no one seemed to be there.

Ahead of you was just more concrete and not a single street lamp in view.

And behind you... was someone.

You hadn't expected to see anyone there, but of course your luck would prove otherwise.

Your eyes widened and your breath got caught in your throat. Why were they just standing there?

Without taking your eyes off of them, you took one step backwards.

They took one forwards.

You took another step.

They did too.

It was in that moment that you knew you had to think quickly.

Should you just turn around and keep running straight ahead? No, that would prove useless. They would surely outrun you and grab ahold of you in no time.

Or should you turn and run to the woods, hiding behind trees for long enough that they give up?

You didn't like this idea much more than the first, but you figured this was probably the only option that got you out of this unharmed.

With your eyes watering and jaw clenching, you sprinted towards the woods.

You could hear their footsteps behind you, branches and leaves snapping in the distance.

They were catching up.

A sob slipped from your lips as you could feel your legs burn.

Keep pushing. Keep going.

And you did, right towards a figure in the distance.

Freddy Krueger

He could hear your sporadic heartbeat from a mile away

He was already smiling, hoping that you were about to be another easy victim

But something about your fright felt off

Someone else was after you

The moment you came into view, his smile softened a bit

You looked so desperate and scared

In any other context, he would have loved to see it, but it wasn't him making you feel this way

Plus, you weren't repulsive to him like everyone else

He could see the split second of hesitation on your face when you saw his gnarled skin and sharp gloves

But clearly that other person had spooked you more

You were already apologizing, begging for some sort of help

You weren't even six feet from Freddy when he raised his arm and a sudden thud could be heard behind you

The person who was once following you no longer had a head

You turned back to the burnt man, suddenly feeling worried that you would be next, but instead, he grabbed the side of your face

"I can't blame the guy. I would have wanted to snatch you up too," he cackled

Michael Myers

Michael raised a single brow under his mask

Clearly, you were terrified of the person chasing after you, but was seeing another large man holding a bloody knife of no concern to you?

You ran up to him, coming to an immediate stop when you saw the blade glinting back at you

"I-I need help. Please," you could barely choke out

He could tell you were trying to figure out who to be more afraid of

It's not like Michael really cared that you were being chased, but this was his territory, no one else is allowed to do his job for him

He stepped in front of you, watching as the other person slowly came to a halt

He grabbed your arm and began to drag you towards the figure

You started to cry at this, thinking he was about to give you up

Instead, his knife plunged deeply into the other person's neck, their body collapsing to the ground

You had blood splattered on you, and you could still feel the fear in your chest

You gave him a soft bow, wordlessly thanking him before stumbling back out

It was only when you heard a branch snap behind you that you turned around

He was still behind you

As you kept walking, he kept following

You really thought he'd just help you without something in return?

Jason Voorhees

He thought he killed everyone already, so how did he miss you?

How did he miss someone so cute too?

Oh, you're running towards him instead of away

This is odd

If he had been any other average sized person, you would have tackled him to the ground with how hard you collided with him

"I-I need help. Please!" you cried out, rushing behind him

He quickly took notice of the person chasing after you, them stopping in their tracks at the sight of Jason

Now, who's being hunted?

The stalker began to run the other way, not failing to notice the freshly bloodied machete like you did

However, with Jason's stride, it didn't take long for him to catch up and knock the person's head clean off in one swipe

He took a deep breath and turned back to face you, expecting you to be running for the hills

Instead, you ran up and hugged him, thanking him through your tears

You weren't... scared?

He had no idea what to do, so he just stood there while you cried into him

At least he was right about his earlier judgment

You were cute

Too cute to turn into just another victim

Thomas Hewitt

He was actually making his way towards you both

He thought you two would be good additions to tonight's menu

But the moment he saw you look at him in relief instead of terror...

Something in him shook

Before you could even say anything, he was guiding you behind him, some protective instinct overriding his usual hunter side

The person who was following put their hands up, saying that they "didn't want any trouble"

And in response, Thomas through a meat cleaver at their head

You about screamed but he turned around, looking at you softly

"I-I'm sorry. You didn't have to d-do that," you said barely above a whisper

He just shook his head and continued to watch you, some internal battle waging inside him

He really really didn't want to kill you

But what would his family think?

Only one way to find out, he supposes

With that, he hoists you up and into his arms bridal style, carrying back home

Bubba Sawyer

Bubba is about three times the size of the guy chasing you

So despite the unpleasant mask, you felt like he was your only chance at safety

He tilted his head in confusion

Normally, people like you run the opposite way from him

So the moment you're in front of him, heaving and shakily explaining what's going on, he feels angry

He might be a murderous cannibal, but Mama taught him some manners

He quickly whips out the chainsaw beside him, causing you to jump at the sight

Now it was the stalker's turn to be afraid

You were left in the woods for probably 15 minutes alone, still too scared to unfreeze yourself from the spot

It was only when you saw a large figure in the distance carrying something that you finally got your bearings

Bubba walked a little past you, holding the body of the man prior

He stops for a second and looks at you, motioning his head for you to follow

And what were you going to do?

Say "no" to the man holding a chainsaw and a dead body?

Brahms Heelshire

Brahms was already on edge

He never strayed this far from the mansion, and the fact that he was out this far made him feel very jumpy

So when he saw you running straight for him, he was ready to attack

Until he saw the desperation on your face

"Help! Please!" you begged him

And a cute thing like yourself would be difficult for him to deny

He saw the figure stalking after you, slowing down when they realized they had company

Brahms stepped in front of you and gave the person a challenged look

And it seemed to have worked, because the person began to back off almost immediately

He could have killed the guy, sure

But he wasn't going to be a threat anymore

Why? Because you were coming home with him

And once you're in his territory, there's no leaving

He'll make sure of it

Norman Bates

Norman wasn't even sure how he got there in the first place

All he remembers was being at home when suddenly everything went black

And now he was here, watching as some person runs up to him him in a panic

Before he could say a word, you were holding onto him, spinning yourself around so you were behind him

And that's when he saw another figure in the distance

"P-please," you suddenly croaked, "I don't know who that is. I was just walking home alone and I-"

He shushes you, his eyes still locked on the man

He could feel your head bump into his back as you bowed, muttering apologies to him

"It's okay," he reassured. "They're not going to do anything."

His brows furrowed as his face twitched

Maybe it was your cute panicked face, or the way your soft hands were gripping his back

But either way, Norman could feel his conscious fading out

He won't hurt you, though the same can't be said for the other person

He just hopes you'll still be there when he comes to

Billy Loomis

You were terrified, that was obvious

But he was honestly surprised that you seemed more scared of a random weirdo behind you than the notorious serial killer straight ahead

You grabbed his arm, not failing to notice the sharp blade in his dominant hand

"I-if you're going to kill me," you gulped, "Then fine, but can you please kill them first?" you motioned

This may have been an odd suggestion to most, but the worst Ghostface was going to do was stab you, but you had no idea what the other person's intentions were

The creep was only a few feet away now, their hand also donning a sharp blade

Billy wouldn't have normally entertained such an idea, but he knew you from school

And God, were you pretty

"Shit," he whispered

He twirled the knife around as he approached the figure, the latter already stepping back

It was an easy kill, and Billy was back to your side in no time

"Thank you," you bowed, head down and awaiting your fate

Instead, he grabbed your chin and made you look at his mask

He couldn't wait to see you at school the next day

Stu Macher

He could see you freeze the moment you were in sight

The Ghostface attire was already pretty notorious in the town, and he could see the worry on your face at the realization

And clearly, the person chasing you also felt the same, because the moment they saw him, they ran off the other direction

Tears began to stream down your face at this

Although, he couldn't tell if they were from relief or fear at that point

He stepped a little closer to you as you stumbled back

"P-please, don't, I-"

He dropped his knife and reached out to you in response

You shakily took his hand, obviously scared of what he was going to do

But he simply began walking you out of the woods, checking around for the creep

He walked you all the way home before giving you a small wave and running off, leaving you completely dumbfounded

He spared you?

It took you a few days afterwards to almost forget about the situation

Until you turned on the news

There was a report of a dead body found in the same woods you were just in a couple nights before

Another apparent criminal from the area...

You gulped, realizing it was your stalker as the phone suddenly rang

"Unknown caller"

Huh, weird

Vincent Sinclair

Bo somehow got him to leave that musty old building

But of course, he ran off to God knows where and left Vincent alone

So the moment he saw your figure sprinting closer, he assumed that Bo would be the one to follow

However, he quickly noticed that the man behind you was not his brother, and he suddenly felt dumbfounded on what to do

Bo would surely be pissed, but something about you told him you shouldn't become just another wax figure in his collection

So the moment you were close enough, he was stepping in front of you, some newfound confidence leading him

The stalker hesitated for a moment before finally stumbling back, leaving the two of you alone

"Thank you, thank you!" you repeated, your head instinctively shifting downwards

Vincent took a deep breath in while looking at you

Yep, Bo was definitely going to be angry

But oh well

You were just too sweet to let go stale

Bo Sinclair

He could hear your erratic footsteps rushing closer to him

And unlike most of the others on this list, he comes off as a seemingly normal guy, so of course you wouldn't hesitate to go to him

His cocky smile only widens when he gets a look at your face

A mighty cute thing, you are

"Excuse me? Sir, I think I'm being followed and-" your voice cracked

How precious

Surely too pretty and too soft to be made into hard wax, hmm?

He steps towards you, and you think he's about to help you

But no

He grabs ahold of your shirt tightly, muttering some smooth nonsense to your stalker about finding "a good place for this one"

Tears begin to stream down you face

How could you have so blindly trusted a stranger?

He leads the both of you back to some empty building that you assume will be the last place you'll be alive

But the moment Bo turns back around, a pipe is swung into the other man's head

He'd be a great addition to the museum

You turn to your "savior" in confusion

"Can't let a pretty thing like you go to waste, huh darlin'?"

All you can do is tilt your head down in a silent "thank you"

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oceanicjessie · 1 year ago

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[ Stuilly as chain shipping ( Adam & Lawrence ) from Saw 1 ( Redraw ) ]

AYEEE I have hit my one a few months, fully rendered piece quota. Im so thirsting for Billy here, Stu ehhhh, BILLY YEAAHHHHH! I blame myself for thinking about this, Sharpth1ings for giving me the hype and Remi for fueling this. Me and Remi MAY be co-writing a Saw 1 fic, with the concept of Billy and Stu being taken by Jigsaw and basically being Adam and Lawrence but with a few changes, obviously. I make no promises about it happening but IF IT DOES, you will 100% hear about it here on my blog. This drawing gave me so much trouble, for once I really enjoyed the rendering but I don't do face perspectives ever so I had to mess around with that for most of my time. But in the end, I'm glad I did it because I am beyond proud of this.

#billy x stu #billy loomis #stuilly #stu macher #scream 1996 #stu x billy #scream #scream fanart #billy loomis fanart #stu macher fanart #saw 1 #chainshipping #saw 2004 #lawrence gordon #adam stanheight #redraw #artist on tumblr #oceanicjessie-art #SoundCloud

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rezitio · 3 months ago

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"𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒" smut

billy loomis stu matcher. Prt 1

leak: after a failed escape, billy and stu hunt you down at your hiding place and punish you.

artist: billy loomis and. stu matcher [ghostface 1996]

genre: CNC/DUB-CON. phone sex?, pillow humping, gore and death (bystander), mentions of physical abuse (bruises from spanking), remote control vibrator, hide and seek, double p, SEE END FOR FULL WARNINGS

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You're nervously bouncing your feet. God you ran, you ran far.

It's been a month or two, you're not sure anymore. The days just pass on by. Billy got his revenge on Sydney. They blamed her dad who also got brutally killed by those two.

You three were the only survivors. As far as anyone knows you're just a poor soul. You, Billy and Stu.

Even if you wanted to tell anyone who would you tell? Stu has his eye on you whenever you're home so you can never tell your parents.

And Billy doesn't allow you out of the house. He doesn't even allow you to speak to anyone except him or Stu. If you do, Stu's always there to snitch.

You remember how the night started. You sat on Stu’s lap, at Billy’s house. “Come on, Billy.” Stu begs on your behalf “She's been a very good girl the past week, haven't ya’?” He bounced his leg curtly. In a way saying ‘you can speak now’

You nodded, looking at Billy with soft eyes. Pleading with the psycho to just let you get some fresh air.

Billy had a plan. He was going to take you two away from here. You were going to move states far away. Where they didn't have to be careful, they could do whatever they wanted carefree. And that scared you.

You'd be completely alone, though not far from the loneliness you're already experiencing. Nevertheless you couldn't let that happen. So you ran.

You ran far, my dear. And you made it. Well so you believe. You made it to the other Side of town ready to leave this place with no idea where you're going. But you do know no one could help you here.

“Hey-…” the voice startled you back into the present. It was the kind man Kenny, who practically forced you into his home after knocking you with his van. He said he'd call a taxi for you, the least he could do after leaving a bruise on your thigh.

Little did he know it wasn't from the car crash, but the last time you spoke to someone without permission and it extended to your butt.

“Sorry didn't mean to startle you- uhm…” He points at the handset “The taxi dispatch wants to know where you're going. I'd get another ice pack.” He hands you the phone and walks into the other room.

Last time you spoke into one of these you watched Sydney ran from a psycho killer while hiding in the closet like a coward. Life is funny right?

“Hello…” You echoed hiding a crack. There was a brief silence. You wished it stayed silent. “Hello..” The voice on the other line rang.

You stayed silent, frozen. You didn't even know how to react. In a burst of energy you rushed to hang up only for the voice to speak again. “Hang up and I'll slice your throat!” Such a vulgar threat could only steam from one person. Billy was the one on the line.

You stay frozen in your pursuit. “What do you want from me?” You cried, he could hear the despair in your voice. Wouldn't be surprised if he could see it in your Face too through whatever window he's looking through.

He chuckled into the receiver before speaking. “I want to play a game with you.” You didn't have time for his games, but you didn't have a choice. It was to face the consequences of your actions. You had to.

You also had the habit of mustering fake short-lived courage- delusions “Fine, I'll play your game.” You got up from your sorry position.

“Awh, what a good girl.” That was said by Stu no doubt, the voice sounded slightly different. And it had a subtle echo and static to it, almost like it was said from a telephone inside the house. “I knew you'd come around… It's called GUESS HOW YOU'LL BE PUNISHED.” Billy shouted.

He sounded angry. Why wouldn’t he be? But you're just as desperate to stay alive. You walked around the house twisting locks for every window and door you see. But you couldn’t help but wonder where the owner of the house was.

You came across the door to the backyard. A big glass door you could see the whole yard through. Something drew you to stare outside for a while. “Can you see me?” Billy taunted

“I am two seconds away from calling the police.” Your courage is waning.

“Theyd never make it in time” He chided. “You ran far. Were in the middle of nowhere” You were getting desperate to end all of this now.

“Looks like you didn't fucking look, I'm not The only person here.”

“What? You mean the camera boy Kenny?”

God no, you have to be kidding. “...How do you know his name?” You questioned. Brief silence now you were wishing he'd just say Something. It was so like him to use innocent people to get what he wants.

“Turn on the patio lights.” He instructed. Your hands shook. You looked around the door, when you found the switch your finger rested on it hesitated. It wouldn't move, your body won't listen almost like it was remembering how scared of them you really were.

You forced yourself to turn it on and the sight you saw reminded you why you stopped running, stop telling people. You instantly regretted everything.

Kenny was tied to a chair, no doubt already tortured. Your eyes met his, reaching for the lock to ran outside Billy’s voice rang in your head again. “I wouldn't do that if I were you.”

Salty tears streamed down your face. God you were so dumb for ever thinking you could leave. “I wanna play a game.” He insisted. You stayed silent contemplating Your life choices.

“Or he dies right now.” Billy barks. You let out a pleading ‘no’ before continuing “What kind of game.”

“Turn off the lights, you'll see what kind of game.” You did as he said, even going as far to unplug the light. You curled onto the floor, crying and holding the handset in tears.

“Go back into the other room, theres a surprise waiting for you there. Leave the door open this time so you can see patio”

“Don't do this please…” your voice was soft, but it wasn't enough to calm him down. “Come on it'll be fun” His voice also soft, insisting you play his fucked up game. “Please…” You continued to plead although you're still walking.

When you reached the same room you were supposedly safe in about ten Minutes ago, It had changed. The pillow arrangement on the couch seemed all too familiar.

“Remember when you used to grind yourself on your pillow, moaning my name? Thinking no one was watching you?” God, that was a long time ago. Even before you two dated, how the hell did he know. How long has this obsession been going on?

“Don't let me tell you what to do, [Name].” You knew what he wanted. He wanted you to reenact those days. You threaded closely. You did just like how you used to. You'd remove your shirt and bra, teasing your nipples, checking outside the window to see if anyone was watching you, but you'd never close them.

Just like then, there was no one there. But just like then he was still watching you. You slowly climbed out of all your clothes

You aligned the pillow ready to loose yourself. Only to see a new set of panties to your side. “It was Stu’s idea” He laughs over the line. “Come on… give them a try.” You could practically hear the smirk on his face

You're left stunned when you see the content inside those lacy briefs. These sick bastards. Though the dildo wasn’t as long and girth as the dick you knew well and dreaded, it had the same vein and curve as Billy’s. How do you know the curve and vein? How could you not when it pounds in you everyday countless hours at a time.

You did as expected wearing the dildo-panty. Fuck it felt like he was placing his tip inside you, like he was really here. He told you to continue your routine, first you’d play and stipulate your nipples while slowly grinding on the pillow.

You’d wait for that first shudder and your cunt to be wet enough. God did it feel just like old times. Then after the first song you’d shift your focus to the pillow, riding and grinding. You thought you were the one shaking for a minute till you realised– it wasnt just a dildo, it was a fucking vibrator.

Just as you realise the intensity shot up making you scream holding the pillow tighter. “Don’t stop, keep grinding my dick baby.. Awh thats a good girl.” His voice was shaky like yours.

The intensity went down but it was still on. Trying to get your rhythm you went slower. “Fuck faster.” Billy huffs in a breath. It vibrates faster making you ride faster. Almost like hitting a horse to prompt its speed.

The pleasure you were feeling was through the roof. Pillow humping already got you so high, now to add Billy’s dick in you and vibrator in you, your mind was overwhelmed by the pleasure and thought of incoming pleasure making your brain fog.

Now all that was needed to complete this would be “Mmmhm… touch play with your tits baby. Just like I taught you to do.” Stu commands. God now Stu’s sweet talk everything was complete.

Your fingers squeezed your breast out, massaging them. Teasing them by running digits past the soft side of your nipple. You’d finally reach for your nipples pulling them out. It wasn’t like how he did it, but it still worked just enough to get them hard and tingling.

With Billy in you, riding him and him playing with the speed, and Stu in you ear whispering dirty nothings, guiding you on how to worship your breasts. It wasn’t long before you had to come

And surprisingly they allowed you to. “Please- I’ so close…” you’d beg. Billy had gone quiet and Stu was a moaning mess in you left ear. “Trust me, we do too.”

You’d admit sometimes you’d hear Billy say ‘look at our princess, Stu” or Stu say “Oh shit, Billy”. It wasn’t very loud more like background noise the phone picked up.

A tiny part of you felt a pang of jealousy that they were somewhere in this house sucking each other and fucking without you. “Come on baby… cum for us” Billy voice spoke for the first time in a while.

The single command was enough to gush a mess out of you. You also heard a groan from Stu, and an orgasm growl. They were no doubt reliving themself to the sight of you. “Thats a good girl.” Billy praised you.

At least it was all over– you thought. Out of nowhere the patio lights turned on, your heart sank seeing Kenny on a bloody chair no doubt having heard everything. A shadowy figure, it moved like a ghost, reached out to his neck.

The knife glisten in the moonlight, so did his blood when the knife slit open his throat. “NO! NO! STOP I- I DID WHAT YOU ASKED!” YOu rush to the door but you don't open it, you dont have the guts to.

“Yes you did, and thats why your parents aren’t dead and you aren’t in a van to New Jersey Right now.” No, no, he cant do this. “But poor kenny… he has to go”

“No… fuck you.” You say through a sob, were you sobbing over his death or fear? “I wouldn’t worry about Kenny, if i were you. I’d be thinking about myself.”

Could your heart sink any further? “No- stop it! You listen, I played your games-”

“No you listen to me you fucking slut. I gave you a simple taste of freedom, I was NICE. Then whores like you who can’t appreciate what their masters do for them had to fuck it up! Poor little naive girls who disobey daddy like you, need punishment.” You slide down like and egg thrown at a windshield on the glass.

“No- I…I” You cry your breath heavy, after all this you don’t even get a break. “You know what how about we play another game” he calms down

“I-... I cant-”

“You do what I tell you or all that was for nothing. I’ll tie you up and stuff you in the back of a car for days, no food, no water till we reach the other side of the country”

That shut you up. “See you can be a good girl when you learn… now how about we play a fun game of hide and seek. Im counting…”

Your heart beats he can’t actually be serious right? “1.”

But you did everything like he said “2.”

No, no you were being selfish “3.”

You were a stupid and selfish not thinking of others “4.”

At five you dropped the phone and ran looking for somewhere to hide. You ran up the stairs even tripping on few steps, this chase felt all too familiar.

You ran up to a closet, Typical yes but you couldn't get under the bed. You played this game as a kid.

The closet is where you always hid, and the closet Is where Stu always found you.

You counted the remaining seconds yourself- if only your perception of time was still accurate. 9… 10.

You heard a thud, like a ghost coming out of his hiding place at night. Footsteps, coming up the stairs. It's getting closer and closer. Your heart beating in your ears with each step. Gasps and heaves of air with each creek of the floor board. Then silence.

Had he left? Had he given up? Oh you wished. CREEEEEEK! The door hissed. He was in the room. You could feel his presence. “Found you…” Stu’s voice cooed. You stopped breathing, he stood in front of the closet, his chest heaving out his laughter that filled the room. But your body was paralysed, still and stiff.

Your body wouldn’t move, Your eyes wouldn't shut, you couldn’t breath. “What do I have to pull you out?” He ticks “1..”

Your fingers start shaking, voice cracking tiny sounds, tiny crys. “2.. Last chance”

You accept your fate, but don't embrace it. He doesn't even say the last number, he grabs you out of the closet pinning you against it. His eminent boner presses on your ass. He reaped pleasure from you squirming in his grip– grinding his dick.

The closer and tighter he gripped, the more you’d squirm. “I trusted you… you wouldn't betray me baby…right?” You tried to climb out of the grip instead, hitting his tip repeatedly making him weak, but not weak enough to let go.

“Billy was pretty angry.” He says between moans, at this point he's getting tired of being kicked in the knee and shins but he continues. “But I told him, if we can only show you how to behave, you’d be good for him. So don’t worry… I’d teach you how to use you mouth not for talking but sucking, and legs not for walking but being rendered useless after we’ve destroyed you ability to walk.”

You know most of the time you talk about Billy. The controlling scary dom, but you know whats even scarier, a mentally ill teenage boy in love. God from all the true crime stories you've e watched you know how terrifying they could be.

Stu was normally not that,he was laid back even pleading for you in some cases but tonight Billy had left him unchecked, he felt betrayed and would do anything to keep you around. ‘Teach you a lesson.’ God if an unchecked switch didn’t scare you, you didn't know what did.

He pulled you to the bed pushing you abruptly face down. A creek of the door opening and you sigh in relief. You’d never thought you’d be so happy to see Billy after being so disobedient.

But when he walks in he doesn’t say a word. He strip from the mask and robe sitting quietly in a dark corner. “Fucking ravish her.” That was the final command to open the gates of hell. Like letting loose of a dog's leash and trust he did not go easy on you

What time was it? It was still dark outside… or just this room… or maybe just your eyes. Fuck your eyes hurt from all the water and sobs. Our voice is gone. Your hole was gaping at an empty space waiting to be filled to the absolute limit like it has been for the past few minutes.

Your cervix is in the same state as the berlin wall. No it doesn’t feel good. Just hurts. But you do feel pleasure from your clit. Yes long after he stopped paying with it

Cum was all around, but none yours. They made you clean up every last bit of your arousal with your tongue. Whether it's on the floor or wall, doesn’t matter. They expect a hot steamy exchange of saliva when you were done just to taste you

You now remained motionless in-between Them. Billy came back inside your cunt while Stu took a tighter approach to your asshole.

You could feel the friction in your ass and cunt, but you gained pleasure from your clit. Which was just poking out as Stu had made it.

You didn't know how long this will go, how long it had already been going or If it will ever stop. All you know is you're going to pass out.

rezitio ©. Yeah I'm sorry I took so long that one is on me, kinda rushed so mb! 😞

CNC/DUB-CON. being called good girl mltp times, phone sex?, pillow humping, moaning in ear, sweet talk, mentions of Billy and stu getting it on watching you masturbate, gore and death (bystander), mentions of physical abuse (bruises from spanking), gory threats, remote control vibrator, hide and seek, double p, passing out, switch! Stu, forced sub!r, dom!Billy, grinding stu, pinned against a closet, fear play

#꒰꒰ : REZITIOWORKS #scream smut #scream #billy loomis smut #billy loomis #stu matcher x reader #stu matcher smut #stu macher smut #stu macher #scream 1996 #ghostface smut #ghostface #slasher smut

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mcondance · 1 year ago

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listen…hear me out…i’m imagining stu falling for a real sweet girl but this girl is like yuck i know your reputation playboy and since he’s obsessed with the chase he’s really gunning for it maybe even calling her as ghostface, getting her scared just so stu can swoop in and be like awh poor baby here i’ll keep you safe <3 big mean ghostface can’t get ya when im around

we should form a collaboration. (this got so long anon. i blame you. 18+) this idea has my brain turning like it gets him going so bad to scare you and then be able to come back and be your savior. it appeases the side of him that likes the chase, and the side of him that likes being in control. i think they’re both linked to his need for dominance and his sadistic nature so this is a win win for him.

you know him through sidney’s boyfriend billy, but you’ve never said more than a couple of words to each other outside of the friend group. aware of his reputation, your answer to his question is easy.

you tell him no, that you wouldn’t touch him with a 3-and-a-half foot pole. (he responds in typical stu fashion. he slaps a hand over his chest, expressing how hurt he is by your rejection, a knowing smile etching across his face.)

and so begins the chase. you turn him down over and over again, inviting sidney to the dates he asks you on, saying that the movie he wants to see with you just isn’t your taste— even if he knows he heard you talking to sid about how you wanted to see it just the week before, stupid little excuses to avoid everything he asks you.

he doesn’t mind. your rejections of his advances let him feel the way he does when he’s shrouded in that fearful black cloak, coming up with more and more ways to get you.

he keeps his distance— ghostface, that is. stu doesn’t want to scare you yet. with occasional phone calls that he directs to more people than just you, he lets you off easy, makes it seem like it’s just random.

but he’s getting a little anxious, and he’s always been impatient. he wants you.

billy and sidney are out of town for the weekend. and you’re terrified, more and more people close to you have been turning up dead. you resort to asking stu to stay with you for the weekend.

if he gets you to fuck him while he’s “protecting” you from ghostface? god he’d feel so good. he never forgets his alter ego, the slasher that terrifies your sleepy little town, but playing as your loving, caring little “friend” is fun too. he thinks you’re kinda stupid, to let him stay over at your house under the guise of keeping you safe.

you’d changed into your house clothes when you both got to your house, telling him not to touch anything while you were gone. when you came out he was in a t shirt and shorts, and he looked awfully good.

you’d let him have some of your snacks, throwing a bag of hot chips at him and perching on the other end of the living room sofa. you’d turned on some long ass video essay, and he actually found it sort of interesting, quizzing you on what certain stuff meant before you got tired and wanted to sleep.

he thinks, maybe you do have a thing for him. why else would you let a freak like him stay over? whatever the case may be, he’s here. in your pretty pink and white bedroom, he almost scoffs at the softness of it all.

“‘s cute.”

“yeah. i put blankets and shit on the couch. you sleep there.”

his lanky body barely fits on the small chair, but he knows he won’t be there too long, so he doesn’t complain.

the blanket you gave him smells like you, and he basks in it. your room is silent, for a while. in the darkness, your mind gets to you and you’re so scared even with stu right there.

“stu,” you whisper.

“yeah?”

“can you come sleep over here? i’m scared.”

there it is.

“yeah, ‘f course.” he feigns genuine sympathy, though you’re smarter than that and no matter how hard he tries, there’s always a sliver of depravity peeking through his words.

you scoot from the middle of your bed to the one side, lifting the covers up to let stu take the other side. too terrified to even get smart with him, you welcome him into your bed.

what a terrible mistake you’ve made.

in the light streaming through your windows, he looks gorgeous, blue eyes gazing softly at your worried expression.

“hey,” he starts, reaching out to rest his hand on your shoulder. you don’t shrink away. you’re frozen. “i got you. promise i’ll keep you safe.”

he’s full of shit. but it works.

“can you just. . just hold me. don’t make it weird.” you scoot closer to him.

“i won’t. come ‘ere.”

shifting, you move until your back is pressed to his front. he wraps his arms around you, cradling you and your fragile psyche in the palm of his hand.

“d’you think he’ll try and come for me?” you ask him.

“i dunno. but i promise i’ll do everything i can t’keep you safe.”

god, he impresses himself sometimes.

“thank you.” you whisper, the words stuck in your throat.

“no problem.” you can feel him looking at you, can see him out of the corner of your eye.

with his arms wrapped around you, all the feelings you’ve gained for him over the past weeks come to a head. he’s warm behind you, and he’s holding you just tight enough.

you twist around to where you can see him, and if you were standing your knees would have buckled from his gaze.

“if i let you kiss me, would you promise not to make it weird?”

“promise.”

“okay,” you breathe. and you kiss him.

what a terrible, terrible mistake you’ve made.

it all goes so fast from there. one kiss turns into many and you’re turning around so you can face him all the way.

he’s got you on your back and his hand down your shorts before you know it. his lithe fingers toy with you, his mouth swallows every single one of your sounds, his body provides you comfort, a distraction from the murderer desecrating your safe town.

you come for him. you make a mess on his fingers, the ones he knows are soaked with blood. he could almost shout from how elated he is to have you wrapped around his fingers.

over you he moves, pulled by his collar on top of you and to your lips again. he wants to be smug about it, to note the lack of 3-and-a-half feet between you two, but he doesn’t.

instead, he kisses you like a normal boy would kiss a girl he liked. instead, he professes his protection when you make him promise again.

instead, he kisses you through the stretch of him entering you. “‘s okay, you got it. doin’ so good.” he could blow his load now, at the sight of you in pain and pleasure, at the sound of your hisses and deep breathes.

he slides home. inches deep inside you and even farther in your mind, he fucks both. he’s done this before, fucked a girl in a show of devotion that she’ll fawn over, a false bridge of vulnerability that he inwardly laughs at. it brings him satisfaction he can only get one other way.

you feel safe. safe as he pushes his hips against yours, his cock kissing and sliding against every electric spot inside you. his hand is warm on your cheek, cupping your face and the other is firm on your hip. you whine with each rock into you, body tingling, ears prickling as he groans in your ear. sounds he’s only ever heard on the other end of the phone.

with slow, calculated moves he makes you come again, and god it feels good. in the back of your mind you’re embarrassed, cause all it took was being afraid for your life and stu got you where you know he wanted you.

but stu’s been in this situation enough times to know what comes next, and how to prevent it. it’s easy, kissing you before you have the chance to keep thinking and fucking you to another orgasm.

it happens again the next night. battered and paranoid, you’re being played into his arms and you don’t even know it. you’re embarrassed about it, but in your clouded mind it feels genuine. it feels like stu really cares. at first it didn’t, but now that he’s still coming around even after he got you in bed, maybe he does care.

sidney comes home and stu goes back to his and billy's place. you think you can calm down with sidney back and stu and billy coming over occasionally. you let stu stay the night in your room sometimes, and he gets what he wants from you again.

your neighbor's killed. what the fuck, when will this end? this time, stu comes over, and he stays. you can't sleep a night without him. you think you're being targeted. the only time you feel peace is when stu's fucking your mind away. you’re reliant on him. in his absence all you feel is fear.

the phone calls continue, and stu’s there to answer them, telling whoever’s on the other end to go fuck themself. again, he plays you into his arms. “don’t think about him. think about me.” he tells you, guiding your face from the phone beside your bed to his, and he lets you close the gap. he likes letting you make the first move. it fills him with pride at his psychotic deception, the way he’s turned you into exactly what you said you’d never be.

he thinks about sneaking out to don the cloak, showing up at your doorstep just to see the horror in your eyes. he resigns to dialing your number when you’re out, calling you and listening to your voice as you realize who’s on the other line. he follows you out sometimes and watches your paranoid moves, blood coursing hot through his body every time you look over your shoulder.

at your house, he comforts you when you crumple into his arms, suggests that maybe, you shouldn’t go anywhere without him. you accept.

god, what have you become. if you’re not full of stu then you’re full of terror, and he takes pleasure being the bearer of both of these things. you belong to him, your thoughts, your body, your feelings, it all belongs to him.

he loves to hear you go over his and billy’s crimes over and over again, lives for the disgust and fear in your voice when you recount the murders. he could probably get off to it, to your sad little words. and at night, he revels in being the only one that can make you feel okay.

you’ve become the perfect victim, and he didn’t even have to flash his knife. maybe he’ll keep you around.

#. manipulative stu #this was so hot #love u nonny #stu macher smut #stu matcher x reader #stu macher x you #stu macher x black!reader #stu macher x black reader #scream 1996 smut #scream smut #stu smut

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lightofthemoonglow · 1 year ago

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kinktober day 27

Double Penetration in Two Holes | Emeto | S&M

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher

Billy’s breathing is harsh against your ear as he fucks you. He likes it best this way, you on your hands and knees while he takes you from behind. There’s something about him doing it this way, it unleashes something within him that he takes out on you. His hands grip your hips tightly when he’s not pulling your hair or smacking your ass hard enough that it’s going to hurt to sit in the morning. He’s thick, pushing your body to its limits right now.

“You like this, don’t you?” Billy mutters from between clenched teeth, going harder for a few moments, as if to make a point. The sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room and he grabs your hair, yanking your head upwards, making you look at the door as it opens. “You like being my good girl?”

“You know I do…” He makes you stupid, cock-dumb, especially when he fucks you like this. Like you’re a thing that he owns, not his partner. It’s fucked up, but there’s worse to be turned on by. You close your eyes for a moment and then feel something brush against your lips.

“Got her moaning so loud, I had to come join ya.” Stu’s voice is friendly, calm. Like he’s not making himself a part of what is ordinarily a two-person experience. But that happens sometimes, and you have such a hard time saying no when you’re like this. And it’s happened before, it’s going to happen again, so you know what to do.

Stu isn’t as thick as Billy, but he’s longer. He still fills your mouth, making you gag as you try to adjust to his eager thrusts. Usually, Billy lets you set the pace with blowjobs, he likes seeing what you’ll do for him. How desperate you’ll get for his cock. But Stu is way more excitable, he’s eager to feel good and so he’ll fuck your throat raw, fill your mouth with cum.

Your body is rocked between theirs, you can barely see the sloppy kiss they share over you. “Fuck her hard. Make her scream for us.” Stu is babbling, encouraging Billy’s roughness, he likes it when Billy is so rough that whoever he fucks is sore in the morning, even when it’s him. And you can’t blame him, because right now you’re coming, wailing around Stu’s cock and they grin down at you, knowing that you’re putty in their hands.

#kinktober 2023 #billy loomis x reader #stu macher x reader #ghostface x reader #poly ghostface x reader #slasher x reader #slashers x reader #slasher imagine

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knyontop · 4 months ago

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Hello ;) I wanted to know if you can do Yandere! Bowers gang with a reader preferring the company of the Losers' Club?

The reader may have "made friends" with the Bowers gang and discovered how bad they are. Then he may have moved to the losers' club room and made friends with them. So he began to avoid the Bowers Gang and prioritize the Losers' Club. ;)

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Literally was so SO excited when i got this request!! Part one

Ft: Henry Bowers, Patrick Hockstetter, Victor Criss, Belch Huggins, Bill Denbrough, Richie Tozier, Eddie Kaspbrak.

Tw: possessive behavior, Patrick being Patrick, violence, threats, bullying, gaslighting, harassment.

Henry:

・you best believe this man is FUMING😭

・even after you said you would stop being a brat you just go off and hang around some losers!

・although he is super mad, hes also slightly hurt you would rather hang out with them then him.

・now this is not in a “pity me” way it’s because he thinks hes better then everyone and it just hurts his ego that you would rather hang out with someone else. (I dont blame you)

・every chance he gets to jab at you and the losers club he takes, hes definitely meaner to you now that your hangin’ around them.

・but you stand your ground, surprisingly, you felt more confident then you did before.

・but how long would that confidence stay?

・Henry waits for you to try and seek them out, but, you never do and seeing you so happy with the losers club makes him extremely upset.

・hes starting to get tired of this bullshit so whenever he sees you with Bill he snaps.

・Henry grabs your arm roughly the grip so tight it would definitely leave a bruise Bill trys to stop him but he yells at him telling him to stay out of it, Henry gives you two options ether you talk with him or Billy boy gets it.

・obviously you dont want to see your friend get hurt so you go with Henry. (Right choice)

・when you two get alone hes yelling at you practically blinded by rage it honestly scares you.

・”What the fuck!? I thought you were done with your fucking tantrum! I cant BELIEVE you went off with those losers!”

・”There not losers! There my friends-“ slap.

・he shoves you to the ground and kneels down close to you, he grabs the collar of your shirt.

・”I dont wanna hear it. Your coming back to the gang, do I make myself clear?”

・his tone shows no room for discussion so you nod.

・”Like I said, your never getting away.”

・Sorry Y/N, bowers wins again.

Patrick:

・now he is also mad but not as mad as Henry, Patricks mostly just amused that you think you can just ignore him.

・Patrick knows that Henry is not a patient man so he figured that Henry would do something about it soon or you would come back later.

・that is until this starts to go on for months and he himself is starting to get more mad seeing you with the losers club.

・a possessive and jealous feeling growing, it started driving him crazy!

・anytime he passed by you out of school he would give you a glare that clearly said “your in trouble”.

・you have a defiant glare back even though you were scared, it amused and pissed him off greatly.

・you may be able to stand up to Henry, but, Patrick? You know you dont stand a chance.

・even Henry can be disgusted by Patricks actions, Patrick is the most cruel one out of the four delinquents.

・when Henry started talking about getting you back Patrick was the first one to agree, he didn’t care anymore he didn’t even care if you got hurt in the process, fucking hell you deserved it!

・he knew one thing for sure, when you came back, he wasn’t going to let you anger him like this again. Make him care this much about one puny kid. He would make sure knew your place.

・when he heard you were back he was overjoyed, dont take this in a soft way or a cute way it’s quite the opposite hes just glad he can get back at you.

・when hes able to get alone with you he’ll rough you up a bit, asking you if you thought that avoiding them (him) would keep you safe.

・”Did you think that this would last long? Huh stupid? Well looks like the big bad bowers gang got you, stupid.” He always called you stupid, he got a laugh every time you would look like a kicked puppy, you even started to believe that you were stupid.

・he started gaslighting you into thinking that the losers club didn’t care for you, they never did. Why would they? Why would they care for a stupid, weird, kid like you?

・you couldn’t answer that, you were to tired to anyway.

・he felt satisfied with his work so he left you alone to spiral, think about everything he said, to ponder if its true or not.

・his words got into your head, maybe they didn’t care… I mean, you were stupid. Who liked hanging around someone as stupid as you? I mean, except for the bowers gang.

・so now anytime they would try and come up to you you would give them the cold shoulder truly believing they didn’t care, Richie Tozier truly tried saving you from the bowers gangs grasp but he couldn’t. (Maybe just not yet¿)

・Patrick would be seen in the background with a cheshire cat smile, pleased with his work on your stupid little head. You believed him.

Victor:

・poor boy is UPSET😭

・why would you rather hang out with some losers over them? Over him? Why are you avoiding him? Huh? HUH?

・he knows your probably upset about what happened last time, but, why would you hang out with them over him and the gang?

・he just doesn’t understand why. (Which is frustrating on your end)

・Victor is the one who will try seeking you out himself, which always leads into arguments.

・gosh sometimes he just wants to slap the shit out of you you piss him off sometimes!

・but hey, sometimes friends rough house so its fine. (Its not he just wants to justify himself)

・when hes hanging out with his younger siblings all he can think about is you, he misses you but your such a selfish brat your to focused on yourself to even care! No, no, he doesn’t mean that. (Maybe he does)

・Victor wants an apology from you, he thought all of this was over! Why would he even need to apologize?

・hes caught up in this delusion that he didn’t do anything wrong and that your the one in the wrong, but your to young and immature to understand that.

・Victors trying everything to get you back though, he even spreads rumors about the losers club to try and scare you away from them but it did not work you just believed they were rumors..

・when he hears that Henrys going to get you back hes on deck for whatever as long as its not to destructive towards you.

・look, Victor really does care about you honest! Hes just a little… weird about it?

・yeah lets go with that ;)

・anywho, when your back hes all over you telling you off but also saying he missed you.

・he may or may not have known about Patricks little plan to get you back in line but he didn’t stop it.

・whoops, well, whatever he did it worked.

・and all that matters is your with them! (Him)

Belch:

・very disappointed in you.

・literally like a mother😭

・im jk guys but literally mama Belch..

・im jk im JK I dont like people who ignore Belch and Victors darker sides.

・but Belch is disappointed and upset, always looking at you with an almost betrayed expression and angry.

・Belch doesn’t get as physical with kids as Henry but he does push them around so he one time shoved Eddie into you and walked off cus’ he was feeling petty..

・lowkey was kinda funny to Richie.

・ANYWAY.

・(I do NAWT have any ideas..)

・(im winging it)

・he does miss you, he misses the peace you brought him, the happiness you brought him… and the annoyance with your annoying self but then those idiots took you away!

・your just doing this to get back at them, you wont be gone for long, right?

・he hopes.

・(im so sorry Belch lovers😭)

・when he hears your finally coming back hes relieved, he just hopes no harm comes to you in the process.

・but in the back of his mind he believes you need some type of punishment wether it be cruel or not just to put you back in line…

・but it seems the day after your back, your out of that rebellion phase! (Thanks to Patrick)

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Belchs part was rushed.. btw, I think im making this a series! And I have big plains for it :3 how would we feel making the losers club yandere tooooo??

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hikakuriyyu · 4 months ago

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early morning moments with Scream men (headcanon)

⁎ warnings: fluff, suggestive content, female!reader. not proof read.

⁎ summary: how mornings with (modern!au) Billy, Stu, Mickey, Charlie and Ethan would be.

⁎ author note: thank you guys so much for so many likes on the last one ! i guess i can keep writing scream fics for the time being lol.

Billy Loomis

As the early morning light shine through the curtains, you stir around, only to feel Billy's arm draped over your waist. His breath is warm against your neck as he moves closer, his soft skin of his shirtless torso brushing against your back.

You try to quietly get up, but you feel him trapping you against his chest, his arm tightening around your waist. ''You're not going anywhere.'' he murmured in a raspy low voice that sends a shiver down your spine everytime.

''Billy...'' you whisper, trying to get up again, but he pulls you back, his lips brushing against your neck.

''Shh...'' he hums, his voice smooth and playful. ''You promised me lazy mornings. Don't break my heart now.'' His grip on you is firm but gentle, his touch soft as he savors this domestic moment with you.

You can feel his palm against your hip, his tone becomes deeper. ''Unless, of course, you've got a better idea...'' The tease in his voice is evident, making you blush as he holds you closer.

Stu Macher

The sun is barely up, but Stu is already awake, his energy unmatched even in the early hours. You wake to the sound of shuffling and a gentle hum. Opening your eyes, you saw that he was on the edge of the bed, struggling to balance a tray of breakfast. toast, a cup of coffee, and a poorly-cut pile of fruit.

''Rise and shine sleepyhead !'' he grinned, his smile contagious as he sets the tray on the bedside table. Before you can even thank him, he flops back onto the bed beside you, wrapping his long arms around you like a human blanket.

''Stu, you're squishing me.'' you chuckle, trying to wiggle free, but he just nuzzles into your hair.

''You love it.'' he teased, his voice muffled. His hands sneak up to tickle you, making you squirm and giggle until he finally stops, both of you out of breath.

''Fine, fine.'' he retreats, placing a kiss to your forehead. ''But only because I'm the best boyfriend ever and made you breakfast.'' he says with a proud smile, his blue eyes glimmering as he watches you, completely smitten with your messy, half-asleep state.

Mickey Altieri

The morning light peeks through the blinds, landing on the pile of discarded books and notes on the nightstand. You stir awake, turning to see Mickey already awake, propped on one elbow, watching you with a lazy smirk.

''Morning beautiful.'' he says, his voice still thick with sleep. His hand reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face, the touch lingering a moment longer than necessary.

You smile under his gaze, playfully narrowing your eyes. ''Were you just staring at me while I slept ?''

''Guilty as charged.'' he admitted with a soft laugh, leaning in slightly. ''Can you blame me ? You look way too good in the morning.'' he said as his hand slides down to playfully rest on your ass.

Before you could reply, he presses a kiss to your shoulder, his voice dipping lower. ''But now that you're awake, we could stay here a little longer, hm ?'' his grin is teasing, his eyes glinting with just enough mischief to make your heart skip.

Charlie Walker

The soft light of morning filters through the curtains as you slowly wake up, but you don't need to open your eyes to know Charlie is already up. You can feel him next to you, shifting slightly, but making no move to get out of bed. He's quiet, almost hesitant, like he doesn't want to disturb the peace.

When you finally blink your eyes open, he's looking at you, his cheeks flushed a little. ''Hey...'' he says softly, his voice almost shy, but there's a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

''Hey...'' you mumble back, still groggy. You feel his hand lightly brush against your arm, his touch gentle but deliberate.

''You know... you're cute when you sleep.'' he mutters, almost like he's embarrassed to admit it. His fingers toy with the edge of your shirt, barely grazing your skin.

You raise an eyebrow, smirking a little. ''Do you really mean that ?''

He laughs, leaning closer until his body is flush against yours. ''Maybe... It's not like I get to see you like this every day.” his voice is soft, but there's a hint of something... deeper in his words. He pauses for a second, biting his lip nervously before giving you a quick kiss, as if he couldn't resist anymore.

Ethan Landry

The morning is quiet, except for the faint hum of the coffee maker and the soft clatter of dishes. You shuffle into the kitchen, still half-asleep, to find Ethan already there. He's standing at the counter, awkwardly trying to flip pancakes, his hair messy and shirtless.

''Morning.'' he says, turning when he hears you. His face lights up, a shy smile spreading as he sets the spatula down. ''I, uh… thought I'd make you breakfast.''

You laugh softly, walking towards him. ''Pancakes, huh ? Aren't you a cutie ?''

He rubs the back of his neck, his ears turning red. ''They're a little... uneven,'' he admits, motioning to the pancakes on the plate. ''But they taste good, I promise.''

Before you can tease him, he steps closer, his hands gently resting on your waist. ''I was gonna bring it to you, but…'' he shrugs, a nervous chuckle escaping as he brings his face closer to yours, lips inches apart.

''Guess I want you to come to me.'' he murmurs, his voice soft. You lock eyes for a moment before Ethan presses a soft kiss on your lips, living in the sweet moment.

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creepswrites · 6 months ago

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i've been dealing w/ a lot lately and wanted to write something nice so. enjoy.

SLASHERS w/ A GN! S/O WHO IS DEALING WITH DEPRESSION & ANXIETY

MICHAEL MYERS

"I just don't feel like doing anything..."

Michael gives you space if you ask for it but will still stand and watch you from the corner of the room

He's not the most outwardly affectionate person but you can tell he's worried when he comes over to squeeze your wrist once or twice

And you can tell he's worried sick when he points at the television as an invitation to watch a movie with him

He'll let you cuddle against him and he plays with your hands or hair and actually does hold you back

(It's not that he's NOT affectionate, just not usually like this)

The two of you can spend all day watching silly tv shows and movies to make you laugh

Every day may not be good, but there is something good in every day.

LESLIE VERNON

"Oh my god, Leslie, I think I'm having a panic attack."

Your hands are shaking so bad, you're sweating cold, and your vision is starting to get spotty as he hurries over to catch you

He rocks you through it, sits you down on the floor, and keeps you close to his chest while running his fingers down your arm or through you hair

Leslie's voice is soft and grounding as he tries to talk you back down

When you're finally able to breath again, you break down into such guttural sobs that he just holds you and rocks you gently

He lets you stay over at his house, you two get your favorite for dinner, and he reminds you that if you ever need to talk, he's there

After watching a movie, you talk to him about it. About how everything feels so overwhelming, how you feel helpless and out of control, and how you feel alone. He listens, really listens. And right now, that's all you really need: to just talk it out with someone

Even the darkest hour only has 60 minutes.

STU MACHER & BILLY LOOMIS

"I feel like everything is going wrong."

Stu happily listens to you vent about your problems and tries to drag you out on walks or to see movies or something

Definitely the type of guy to take you to amusement parks to give you constant dopamine hits

Billy, in contrast, will give you solutions to your problems and gives you space

He's not the most emotional guy so he tries to give you space to sort out your thoughts

So you've got a good balance!

Whenever they catch you starting to spiral again, Stu will go grab you a drink or a blanket while Billy tries to talk you down, reminding you that your problems are temporary and you will be okay

You've survived everything up till this point. You will continue to survive.

VINCENT SINCLAIR

"Do you hate me?"

Honestly, Vincent is surprised you could even think that!

But he understands how your mind works at this point so he takes you aside and opens the floor for you to talk

Everything just spills out. Small things he may have done on accident that just began to pile up, larger things that have just added to weighing you down, everything

Anyone else would think you were blaming him for your problems but he didn't see it that way. He saw you finally cracking and asking for his help to fix things

He can't magically solve everything for you but he supports you, showers you in hugs and kisses, and starts talking to Bo about maybe driving you out of Ambrose every so often to see someone about your mental health

You're grateful for his help. Everything feels so much less overwhelming when you have someone to hold hands with while you try to get help

Small, baby steps each day add up to huge, giant leaps over time. Don't give up.

LESTER SINCLAIR

"I think everyone hates me."

Lester's head snaps around and catches you staring down at your phone with wet, sorrowful eyes

You break down when he hugs you, spilling everything about a fight with your friends that left you scared. Not sad - scared

That's what sets off alarm bells in his head. He puts your phone aside and listens to you talk, vent, cry, anything you need

You're afraid. Afraid of what your friends said, worried about what they might tell others, and a petrifying anxiety that you'll end up alone

But Lester reminds you if they do that, then they were never really your friends to begin with

He peppers your face in kisses and reminds you that, no matter what, he will always love and care for you. Even if the whole world was against you, you'd always have him Jonesy comes and sits in your lap, licking your face and hands as she tries to smother you in her love as well!

Don’t dwell on those who hold you down. Instead, cherish those who helped you up.

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